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Another World Transcript Wednesday 12/6/06

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Felicia: Ok. Everything is all set. Now, tomorrow morning my driver will pick us up at 8:30, which means we'll get to Chicago just as the stores open. Department stores until we can't stand it anymore. And then maybe we'll have lunch at the Drake, maybe the Art Institute, and afterwards, we'll check into the fanciest hotel we can find on Michigan Avenue.

Jenna: You want to spend the night there?

Felicia: Yeah. Oh, yeah. I even got theater tickets.

Jenna: Why are you doing this?

Felicia: 'Cause, honey, it will be fun.

Jenna: But --

Felicia: Don't you think it's going to be fun?

Jenna: Nothing sounds like fun to me. Don't you see I can't even breathe?

Felicia: Jenna.

Lucas: Jenna.

Jenna: Excuse me.

Lucas: Where are you going?

Jenna: I want to go home. I want to go back to my school.

Lucas: Why? Aren't you having any fun?

Jenna: Is that all you people think about?

Felicia: Well, I just can't seem to win. The more I try and do, the more she pulls away from me.

Lucas: Don't try and buy her, Felicia.

Felicia: I'm not. Is that what you think I'm doing?

Lucas: No, I don't think so,

Felicia: Ouch.

Lucas: If you want her to trust you, you've got to stop trying to cheer her up all the time.

Felicia: Why? I mean, what's wrong with that?

Lucas: Honey, her mother just died. A shopping spree isn't going to fix that.

Felicia: Oh, I just want to make things better.

Lucas: Well, you can. You know, you can't make everything perfect for everyone, but there's one thing you can do for her.

Felicia: Tell me.

Lucas: Let her grieve.

Morgan: From the very beginning, I've had serious reservations about you, detective.

Ryan: You've made that clear.

Morgan: What's clear is that I was right. You've got the hots for Vicky Hudson.

Ryan: If I care about --

Morgan: Hey!

Ryan: Vicky Hudson, it hasn't affected my performance as a cop.

Morgan: Oh, come on. You stalled making the initial arrest. You stalled on the stand when I asked you to identify Marley. Don't tell me that Cass Winthrop didn't coach you on that performance.

Ryan: I've done everything by the book, and you know it.

Morgan: Huh. It is amazing to me how just weeks ago I wanted you off this case.

Ryan: Why? So you have a better shot at railroading Marley?

Morgan: I'm going to have my people check every move that you've made, detective. If you forgot to dot an I, I'm going to know about it.

Ryan: Why don't you spend the taxpayers' money in a more productive fashion? Find Jake's assailant, because whoever pulled that trigger is still out there.

Morgan: Who told you that, your rich little girlfriend?

Michael: You have no right to deprive my daughter of counsel. I want Cass Winthrop freed now.

Frankie: You better be treating him right. Hi, counselor.

Cass: Oh, Frankie.

Officer: 10 minutes.

Frankie: Cass.

Cass: Well, good-bye. I guess he likes to watch. Mm, hi.

Frankie: How you doing?

Cass: Well, I've been busy.

Frankie: In here?

Cass: Yeah, I was trying to sort out this mess, you know? Vicky and Marley had pulled a switch, right?

Cass: No, I was vamping.

Frankie: You mean you were lying.

Cass: Well, I had to come up with something before Morgan and the Judge figured things out.

Frankie: Yeah, but did you have to tell them that it was your idea?

Cass: Vicky would have been facing a felony rap, and who knows what would have happened to Marley's case.

Frankie: Look, you may have saved their butts, Cass, but you didn't do a whole lot for your own.

Cass: I played the odds. I think it will pay off.

Frankie: I don't think so.

Cass: Why not?

Frankie: Because the D.A. is instituting disbarment proceedings against you.

Cass: Ooh. I guess I should have gone with her to the bar association dance when she asked me.

Frankie: Would you stop making jokes? You may lose the right to practice law.

Cass: Oh, lighten up, will you?

Frankie: Cass.

Cass: What?

Frankie: You have got to tell the Judge the truth.

Morgan: Get Mr. Hudson out of here before I have him charged with assault.

Ryan: I don't see anything illegal happening here.

Michael: Cass Winthrop is my daughter's lawyer. You cannot deprive her of counsel.

Morgan: No one is denying her that right. She can get a new lawyer.

Michael: Well, that's her choice, not yours.

Morgan: I'm afraid that Cass made that choice for her when he concocted this whole fiasco.

Michael: Stacey, do you know what's going on here?

Stacey: I do, I do. Frankie just called me.

Michael: They put Cass in jail. They cited him for contempt.

Morgan: You both should also know that I've instituted disbarment proceedings.

Stacey: Well, why doesn't that surprise me?

Michael: Is this legal? Can they do this?

Stacey: The Judge has the right to confine counsel if he believes that a law was broken.

Morgan: Or if he determines that a lawyer has misused his privileges as an officer of the court.

Michael: How long can they keep him in jail?

Stacey: He'll be out by tomorrow with a slap on the wrist. I guarantee it.

Morgan: I wouldn't count on that, you're not out of the woods yet either, detective. The press is paying very careful attention to this trial. Excuse me.

Michael: All right, we've got to do something.

Stacey: You may have to do exactly what she said.

Michael: No.

Stacey: Find new counsel --

Michael: No.

Stacey: While Cass straightens this out.

Michael: No, no, Cass or nobody!

Stacey: I understand that you trust him.

Michael: Look, my daughter may spend the rest of her life in jail, and Cass may be ruined for trying to save her.

Cass: Look, what happens to me is not the issue here.

Frankie: To me it is. I like our life, Cass.

Cass: Our life will be fine. I'll lay a little charm on Morgan, and she'll forget all about this disbarment stuff.

Frankie: Oh, she had better, or she'll have me to deal with.

Cass: Oh, I love it when you talk like Ida Lupino in "Women's Prison."

Frankie: Would you be serious for one minute? She's out there mouthing off to the press. She's trying to make --

Cass: Of course she is. She makes points with the public by trashing the defense.

Frankie: Oh, I would love to kick her so far she --

Cass: Down, girl. Forget about me, take the heat off of Marley and Vicky.

Frankie: Isn't that what you're doing in here?

Cass: Well, I haven't really thought things through. I'm -- I -- taking credit for this mess was a reflex action.

Frankie: Which Morgan is taking advantage of.

Cass: Don't push it with her or the Judge, ok? It will only make matters worse.

Frankie: Cass, I really think that --

Cass: Leave it alone, ok?

Frankie: Ok.

Cass: Oh, she's got that look, ladies and gentlemen.

Frankie: What? What look?

Cass: I can -- I can see it in your eyes, Frankie. You're getting one of your crazy ideas. Come on --

Frankie: Me? Cass, give me a break.

Cass: Frankie, I know you. You're my wife, you're my soul mate, I know you.

Frankie: Cass, I love you.

Dean: Hey.

Frankie: Hey, see? We have a visitor.

Cass: Dean.

Dean: I heard they busted you, man.

Cass: Good news travels fast.

Dean: Well, as a former resident, I thought I should stop down and give you a little rundown on how to survive in this joint. That's pretty nice of me, huh?

Lucas: Let me handle this, ok?

Felicia: Are you sure?

Lucas: Yes, I'm sure.

Felicia: Ok.

Lucas: Can we talk?

Jenna: Ok. I hope you're not going to lecture me.

Lucas: That is the furthest thing from my mind. But I do have some questions I want to ask.

Jenna: Like what?

Lucas: Well, let's start with, um, me. Why are you so distant from me? Don't you like me?

Jenna: I don't know if I like you. I just met you.

Lucas: That's a good point. Uh, how about Felicia?

Jenna: What about her?

Lucas: Well, what happened with you two? Why did you run away like that?

Jenna: I know she's trying to be nice with the plans and trips and clothes.

Lucas: And then you hate it anyway. I know.

Jenna: She's doing too much. I mean, my mother never did things like this.

Lucas: Felicia likes to spoil people.

Jenna: Well, I don't understand why she's doing this. What does she want?

Lucas: Nothing.

Jenna: Are you sure?

Lucas: Of course I'm sure. Maybe I should tell you a few things about her. Maybe that would help.

Jenna: My mother told me lots of things about Miss Gallant.

Lucas: She was very fond of your mother, and that's why she feels close to you.

Jenna: She keeps telling me that.

Lucas: Did you know that she had a daughter that she lost?

Jenna: Her daughter died?

Lucas: Well, no. Her relatives, uh, they put her up for adoption right after the child was born, and when Felicia found out the truth, she tried everything to get her back.

Jenna: And did she?

Lucas: No, she didn't.

Jenna: I'm sorry. I thought things like this only happened in her books.

Lucas: Well, maybe knowing this will make it easier for you to accept the things she wants to give you. Just think about it, ok?

Lucas: Hey, Matt.

Matt: Hey. How you doing?

Lucas: All right.

Jenna: Hi, Matthew.

Matt: Jenna, hi. We had plans?

Jenna: Oh, I'm sorry. A lot of stuff's been going on.

Matt: Mm. Still up for a movie?

Jenna: Movie? How about a walk? I really like to take walks outside at night, and where I live, I don't get to do that very often.

Matt: Sure, sure, sure. You better grab your mittens though. It's very cold outside.

Jenna: Ok.

Matt: Let's go.

Iris: Lucas, I thought I'd find you here.

Lucas: What are you so fired up about?

Iris: You.

Lucas: Me?

Iris: Don't play innocent with me. It doesn't suit you.

Lucas: Iris, why are you so angry?

Iris: You know, when we parted, I thought you still cared about me. The last thing I would have expected is for you to turn against me.

Lucas: What?

Iris: You said something, didn't you? You've dragged me into the investigation of Jake McKinnon's shooting.

Liz: What do you think you're doing?

Olivia: Making this place more comfy.

Liz: You can rearrange furniture all you want. It's still another woman's home.

Olivia: Well, I don't feel that way, aunt Liz, and neither does Sam. So will you help me with this table thing?

Liz: I certainly will not.

Olivia: All right, fine. I will do it all by myself.

Liz: Does Sam allow you to do heavy work like that alone?

Olivia: I'm surprising him.

Liz: Oh, that's even worse.

Olivia: Ok. If you're not going to help me, then --

Liz: I did not stop by to do manual labor.

Olivia: Tell me something. Why did you stop by?

Liz: Well, to give you back your upholstery-shredding cat.

Olivia: Mischa.

Liz: But don't ask me to take part in this course of self-destruction that you've set for yourself.

Olivia: First time in my entire life, I'm in love. So why can't you be happy for me?

Liz: Because I know where you're headed, and you don't. You're blind to the reality of this situation.

Olivia: And what's that?

Liz: Sam is on the rebound. The ink is hardly dry on his divorce papers.

Olivia: I don't think that's it.

Liz: Oh, of course it is.

Olivia: I think it's because Emily Post wouldn't approve. Am I right? It's -- it's because you wouldn't term this decent.

Liz: Well, I don't condone it, no. But your values are different from mine. I have raised two children. I -- I think I could live with this if -- if I didn't know that you were headed for disaster.

Olivia: Sam and I are meant to be together. Really.

Liz: He is reeling from the breakup of his marriage. You are merely numbing the pain.

Olivia: Aunt Liz, what I'm doing is helping him feel whole again.

Liz: Because, darling, that is what is going to happen. Mark my words.

Olivia: Amanda hurt him far too badly. She -- he will never go back to her.

Liz: We'll see. Olivia, I would never turn my back on you. You always have a home. Now remember, whatever happens, you have a place to go to.

Liz: Amanda.

Amanda: Aunt Liz.

Liz: Oh, I -- I've missed you. Why don't we have dinner?

Amanda: Now?

Liz: Now -- why not?

Amanda: It's all right, aunt Liz. I know that Olivia's probably here.

Liz: Oh, yes she is.

Amanda: But we will have dinner sometime.

Liz: I'll keep in touch.

Amanda: Sam here?

Olivia: Nope.

Amanda: Do you mind if I wait for him? I have some art for the next issue of "Sophisticate" I just wanted to talk it over with him.

What's that supposed to mean?

Olivia: Oh, it means the place looks nice. Yeah, well, we like it.

Amanda: Mind if I have a sit?

Olivia: Eventually I'm going to, uh, repaint and hang some drapes, but I think for now the most important thing to do is open up the space.

Amanda: You know, Sam always likes to have a separate workspace.

Olivia: Yeah, I understand how Sam likes to work.

Amanda: Oh, I wasn't suggesting that you didn't.

Olivia: So what were you suggesting?

Amanda: Does Sam know that you're doing this?

Olivia: You know, you don't have to worry about Sam anymore, Amanda.

Amanda: No, I was just trying to give you some advice.

Olivia: Well, you know what? I don't want your advice. I hardly think you're qualified.

Amanda: Look, Olivia, I realize that you think the worst of me, but I was only trying to be helpful.

Olivia: I didn't ask for your help.

Amanda: I don't think it's helping anybody that you keep---

What?

Sam: Leave Olivia alone!

Dean: For you, we have jail gear -- toothbrush, change of clothes. Here you go. An electric shaver. All cleared by the guy up front.

Frankie: This is really sweet of you, Dean.

Cass: Hey, these aren't mine.

Dean: Here's your shaver.

Cass: How did you get in here?

Dean: Hey, are we family or what, huh?

Cass: What a thought.

Frankie: I'm going to try to see you later. I love you.

Cass: Don't go yet, Frankie.

Frankie: You have Dean to keep you company.

Cass: Wonderful. Don't do anything. You hear me?

Frankie: Oh, I hear you. I'll be good. See you later, ok? See you later, baby.

Dean: See you at home.

Cass: Listen to me. Come here. I want you to watch out for Frankie. Understand? While I'm --

Dean: In the slammer. Sure, sure, sure. Meanwhile, I'm looking out for you, ok?

Cass: Well, I'm very moved.

Dean: Oh, don't mention it. Oh, and this I got so you can do it like this.

Cass: Oh, I've got the time right now.

Dean: All right.

Cass: "One, do not drink the water. Two, do not make jokes with the guards. They have no sense of humor. Three, the large cockroach is named Eugene."

Dean: I named him.

Cass: "Four, the bown -- the bown stuff -- the brown stuff on your breakfast tray will be the eggs."

Dean: The eggs, yeah.

Cass: This is really very thoughtful of you, Dean. Thanks.

Dean: I owe you anyway. I owe you. Ah, Cass.

Cass: Ah, dean.

Dean: I never thought I'd see you in a place like this.

Cass: Yeah, I take it it pleases you.

Dean: Actually, I think what you did is pretty cool. You know, I mean -- if that's what you mean.

Cass: You do?

Dean: Yeah, getting locked up for something that you believe in. That's radical, man. I mean, that -- that's taking a risk.

Cass: You're probably the only person I know that I could impress by being thrown in jail.

Dean: Hey, what, are you kidding? You kidding me? I'm a risk-taker, too, you know.

Cass: Come on.

Dean: Uh-uh. Uh, listen, before I split, tell me about your pal Felicia Gallant.

Cass: What do you want to know?

Dean: Is she for real? 'Cause she's got a great act going, but does she have taste?

Cass: Impeccable, why?

Dean: Yeah? What about a sense of humor?

Cass: The best.

Dean: Is she hip?

Cass: I think she'll meet with your lofty standards, Dean. Why?

Dean: Ok.

Cass: What's going on? What are you up to?

Dean: Always making with the questions, always.

Cass: Hey, don't bring her into this, ok?

Dean: Don't worry about it.

Cass: I hate it when you say "don't worry about it."

Dean: Uh-oh, I think I hear that cop's coming to get me.

Cass: Dean.

Dean: Better make tracks.

Cass: Dean!

Dean: Don't worry.

Cass: Hey, Dean!

Dean: Ciao, baby. Ciao.

Cass: Great, I'm stuck in jail, and I can't trust a single member of my family.

Michael: Get me in to see Cass.

Ryan: He's only allowed a few visitors.

Stacey: Ryan. Come on. Can't you do something? The guy's desperate.

Marley: She was crazy. She -- she got my coat, and she walked out the door.

Michael: Wait a minute. Are you saying Victoria went to Jake's apartment that night?

Marley: Yes, she did. And she came back, and she had blood on her coat, Jake's blood.

Michael: Are you saying that you think Victoria shot Jake?

Marley: Yes, I think she did.

Michael: No. I can't believe it.

Stacey: Ryan, just give me some time alone with him.

Ryan: Ok, but I'm going to need my office back.

Stacey: Ok, I'll give it back to you in just a few minutes.

Ryan: Bye.

Stacey: I promise. Bye. Thanks.

Michael: Stacey, I've been doing some thinking.

Stacey: About what?

Michael: About who shot Jake. That's why I've got to talk to Cass.

Stacey: Have you come up with something?

Michael: Stacey, everything points to Iris.

Stacey: Why?

Michael: Think about it. I mean, think about the way she works. Two years ago, she was scheming to take over her father's business, and she damn near succeeded.

Stacey: Yeah. I remember that.

Michael: She's a master at lying and at

Stacey: I agree, but how does that connect her with Jake?

Michael: She used Jake, right? And then she had no use for Jake.

Stacey: She admits to that.

Michael: But what if Paulina fits in here?

Stacey: How?

Michael: What if Jake was having an affair with Iris at the same time he was having an affair with Paulina?

Stacey: And Iris hates Paulina.

Michael: Exactly.

Stacey: Oh, but do you think that jealousy is going to drive her to shoot Jake?

Michael: I think it may have been more than that. Remember, Cass said that Iris withdrew $250,000 in cash from the bank on the day Jake was shot.

Stacey: Well, does she have any kind of explanation?

Michael: Ah, she says she bought a piece of art, and she's got a receipt to prove it.

Stacey: It could be a phony receipt.

Michael: Exactly. I'm going to put the squeeze on Iris. I want to be there when she slips up.

Stacey: How exactly do you plan on doing that?

Michael: I'll watch every move she makes, and I'm going to make sure she knows I'm watching her.

Stacey: And hope the pressure gets to her.

Michael: Slowly. As a matter of fact, I think I'm going to start right now.

Stacey: I'll go with you.

Michael: Why?

Stacey: I don't want you ending up in the cell next to Cass'. Come on.

Amanda: Sam, you don't understand what just happened --

Sam: Amanda, what are you---

Amanda: I thought you'd want to see the changes right away.

Sam: Fine. Thank you. Next time you need to get me something, use a messenger. We don't need to go through this on a daily basis.

Amanda: I wanted to discuss this with you.

Sam: We will talk about it at the office.

Caroline: Yoo-hoo. Sam, have I got the best news for you. Just look at this.

Olivia: Hi, Caroline.

Sam: What did you do, sell the gallery?

Caroline: No, I only sold your entire dance series.

Sam: What? You're kidding me!

Olivia: Let me see.

Caroline: I sold all of them --

Sam: Yes!

Caroline: And then 20 minutes later -- yes -- shh. 20 minutes later, another person came and was interested in the huge one. So, my darling, if it's -- as long as you can paint, I can sell them.

Sam: Oh, man.

Olivia: See, see, I told you they were wonderful. Oh, I - [Kiss]

Caroline: [Kiss]

Amanda: I'm really happy for you, Sam.

Caroline: Did I come at a bad moment?

Olivia: No. No, forget it. If you're going to bring news like this, then come any time.

Caroline: Yes.

Olivia: Right, Sam?

Sam: Yes, yeah.

Olivia: See, now you can forget about being an art director when you stopped being an artist, darling. I know that. I know that. I just meant now that he can concentrate on it full-time.

Sam: Oh, man.

Olivia: See, everything is working out. Everything is working out.

Caroline: Are you sure that there's no problem with this, Sam? Is there?

Sam: No, no, no. It's just -- it's surprising. It's -- it's great. This is great news.

Iris: You sold me out, didn't you?

Lucas: Oh, are you off-base on this one, Iris.

Iris: Did Felicia talk you into this?

Lucas: No, she couldn't. I didn't tell Felicia I bought that sculpture for you.

Iris: Then how did Cass and his loony wife find out that I paid a quarter of a million dollars in cash for it?

Lucas: It's an investment, Iris. What are you worried about?

Iris: I'm not -- I'm not worried. It's just that they're trying to make something out of nothing. I just want to be as far away from this trial as possible.

Lucas: It's going to be pretty difficult. You had dealings with Jake.

Iris: I've cooperated. I've told them everything that I know. I even went to some intimidation breakfast with Frankie. I don't need you feeding their fantasies.

Lucas: Iris, I told you. I haven't said a word.

Iris: Then why is Frankie playing -- playing Nancy Drew or something?

Lucas: Look, she -- she asked me about what I knew about it. That's -- that's all.

Iris: You didn't tell them anything?

Lucas: No.

Iris: Thank you.

Lucas: Listen, Iris, for one thing, I think you could be in some trouble here. And for another, you don't rat on your friends. I live by that.

Dean: Hey. Excuse me.

Franco: May I help you?

Dean: Uh, yes. I -- I'm here to, uh, fix the sound system. Miss Gallant had said that the speakers were all a little fuzzy. Yeah?

Franco: Very well. Right this way.

Dean: Great, great. Want to see that setup.

Felicia: Michael, Stacey, hi.

Stacey: Hi, Felicia.

Michael: How are you?

Felicia: So how is the -- the trial going?

Michael: You haven't heard, huh?

Stacey: Yeah. He was cited for contempt, and now he's in jail.

Felicia: What?

Stacey: Yep. I thought it would be on the news by now.

Felicia: No, uh, I -- I -- I didn't know. He must be furious.

Michael: He's furious, and I'm furious.

Felicia: Well, how's Marley?

Michael: Marley and Victoria and Donna, actually, are home. They're all resting. It's been a long day. They're exhausted.

Felicia: I bet.

Michael: Um, if you'll excuse me for just a minute here?

Felicia: Sure.

Iris: Wade? Hi, fancy seeing you here. How are you?

Frankie: Can I talk to you?

Ryan: Did you, uh, did you get to see Cass?

Frankie: Tell me he's going to be ok.

Ryan: He will be ok.

Frankie: I can't stand the thought of being without him. I -- I'm at all loose ends.

Ryan: Frankie, don't do this. Just let this one lie.

Frankie: Why should I? Especially when you know he's not the one responsible for what happened.

You have got to help me help Ryan.

Ryan: Frankie, the District Attorney is threatening me with an investigation.

Frankie: Oh, of course she is. What am I thinking? It -- it's just that I -- I -- I -- I can't stand the idea of being away from him, you know, especially since I never had a wedding night.

Ryan: Frankie, I've already settled my debt with that --

Frankie: No, no you have not. I'll tell you when you have.

Ryan: I've already gone the full nine yards with you.

Frankie: Then let's take it into the end zone, shall we? Speaking hypothetically, of course. No specifics.

Ryan: So you're saying that you're willing to speak in generalities?

Frankie: They're legal, aren't they?

Ryan: Well, generally speaking, yeah.

Frankie: That's the only way I speak. Except to say that in Cass' case, there's a bit of real vengeance involved.

Ryan: So what you're saying is that the district attorneys often develop grudges against the defense lawyers that they go up against.

Frankie: Precisely, and, uh, sometimes a grudge can escalate

Ryan: I've heard that it can turn into that, yeah.

Frankie: And when the fighting gets rough, you've got to fight fire with fire, don't you?

Ryan: So now we're speaking in clichés as well as generalities?

Frankie: Are you following me?

Ryan: Yeah, I think I am.

Frankie: Ok. Now let's say that in your average police station, there are stories and rumors about your average D.A. that might bear some further investigation.

Ryan: That is true, but unfortunately, in this case, it doesn't apply to this particular precinct.

Frankie: No -- wouldn't -- wouldn't some D.A.s have a buddy-buddy relationship with -- with -- with, say, a specific Judge or -- or a specific mayor or -- or --

Ryan: Mm-hmm, not here but, perhaps, um, someplace else.

Frankie: Ryan, wouldn't that be a way for a young, ambitious prosecutor to get ahead?

Ryan: Yeah, politics are always good. They always are, but you have to climb the ladder. You can't just start at the top.

Frankie: Morgan didn't start her career in Bay City, did she?

Ryan: Who?

Frankie: Some people begin their careers some place else.

Ryan: Those are the rumors.

Frankie: There are rumors?

Ryan: Mm-hmm. And I -- I certainly wouldn't know about them, but, um, I hear certain district attorneys actually keep their case records in their offices.

Frankie: Thank you, Ryan.

Ryan: Well, I, uh, I'm really sorry we didn't have a chance to talk.

Frankie: Oh, yeah, I -- I hate it when that happens. I'll see you later. Ok, ok, Mary Frances, got to come up with something here. Ok, would you help me out with this one please? Ok?

Woman: Oh, sorry. I just saw Detective Harrison --

Frankie: Wait! Wait! This is perfect. Thank you.

Woman: Hey, I got work to do, lady.

Frankie: Yeah, I --I know you do. Look, I will give you 75 bucks for this outfit. The uniform, the cap, the -- the mop, but that's my final offer.

Woman: Oh, it's a deal.

Frankie: Oh, great. Now would you hurry up.

Woman: Uh, could have had it for 75.

Frankie: Thanks a lot.

Iris: Oh, I just love French films. I mean, the French understand that we're ruled more by our passions than our intellect.

Stacey: Boy, she moves fast, doesn't she?

Michael: Oh, I kind of like watching her in action, to tell before it goes in for the kill?

Probably because you recognize a guy who doesn't know what's about to hit him when you see him.

Stacey: Uh, this is very interesting to watch, but it has nothing to do with Jake.

Michael: Don't be so quick to judge.

Stacey: All she has done is pick up a guy.

Michael: Yes and in record time, I might add.

Stacey: Mm, she's probably tired of being alone. I can relate to that.

Matt: Ah, boy.

Jenna: So you think they have cocoa here?

Matt: Well, if they don't, I'm sure Felicia will have someone make it for you.

Jenna: Ahh, that's ok. I'll just have tea.

Matt: Ok. Should I order it?

Jenna: Um, I'm going to go put my coat away.

Matt: Ok, shall I wait here for you?

Jenna: You know what? I'm a little tired. Do you mind if, um, we say good night?

Matt: No problem. We should see each other again sometime.

Jenna: You want to?

Jenna: Matt, you don't have to baby-sit me. Did Felicia put you up to this?

Matt: Listen, no one has to twist my arm to go out with you. You should do that more often. You know, you have a nice smile.

Jenna: I'll see you later then, ok?

Matt: Count on it.

Jenna: Ok.

Lucas: Hi.

Amanda: Lucas, hi.

Lucas: You look like you could use a friend.

Amanda: That's very perceptive. You may be right.

Lucas: Come on and sit down.

Amanda: Well, it looks like I just made another huge mistake with Sam.

Lucas: I'm sorry. I thought things would be a little better by now.

Amanda: Yeah. I was hoping they would be.

Lucas: What happed?

Amanda: I went to drop off some work for Sam. Olivia was there.

Lucas: Oh, the, uh, publisher of the magazine does messenger servicing, too, huh?

Amanda: Sam said the same thing.

Lucas: You've got to stay away from Sam and Olivia.

Amanda: I know. You're right. Every time I show up, Olivia shoves their relationship right in my face.

Lucas: Don't show up.

Amanda: We got into an argument. Olivia started it. Sam walks in, sees it, and blames me, and he's going to blame me for everything.

[Rock music starts]

Lucas: What? What is that?

Matt: Hey, what's with the funky music here?

Felicia: Oh, my goodness. What -- what is this? What's that noise?

Franco: Miss Gallant, a -- a -- a young man came in and said he needed to fix the speakers --

Felicia: Speakers?

Franco: You wanted him to do it. Yes.

Lucas: Franco, the -- the speakers, right, guys, let's get someone out of the kitchen and get this cleaned up.

Oh, you did this.

Dean: Pretty slick, huh? Huh?

[Music stops]

Dean: What?

Lucas: Um, you're the same kid who dropped the flower -- who had the flowers delivered with the tape in it, aren't you?

Dean: How did you know that?

Lucas: Oh, just a wild guess.

Dean: Oh, well, do you think she liked it?

Lucas: Liked what?

Dean: My music, of course, my music.

Lucas: Oh, I get it, you're responsible for that music blasting out of the speakers.

Dean: Yeah.

Lucas: I get it.

Felicia: I should have known it was you. I can handle this, Luke.

Dean: Hello, Miss Gallant. Hi, how are you?

Felicia: You don't even ask? You just do this with a -- with a crowded dining room?

Dean: Well, I -- I -- I -- I figured that permission would be harder than forgiveness, you know? I --

Felicia: I don't want you to ever do this again. Do you understand me?

Dean: Yes, ma'am.

Felicia: And the only reason I am not having you thrown out is because of Frankie and that you're her cousin, and they're going through enough right now.

Dean: You didn't like it?

Felicia: I want you out of here right now. Take your tape and go.

Dean: Come on, all I need is a chance. Like -- like a shot on your TV show.

Felicia: Right now.

Dean: That would do it.

Felicia: Out. Apologies. Uh, go back to your dinner, and I promise you there won't be any more auditions.

Iris: That music has given me an idea. This place is far too sedate for the mood that I'm in.

Wade: Where are you going?

Iris: Why don't you come along and find out?

Wade: All right.

Michael: Let's get out of here now.

Olivia: I am so proud of you.

Sam: I can tell, but I owe a lot of that success in those paintings to you.

Olivia: You do?

Sam: Yes, it was your dancing that got me started on that series.

Olivia: Do you mean it?

Sam: Well, I just said it, didn't I?

Olivia: I want to be everything to you.

Sam: Everything?

Olivia: Your friend, your assistant, your model, your muse, your lover.

Sam: Tell you right now, how about keeper of the cat?

Olivia: Are you going to work?

Sam: Yeah, I thought I would.

Olivia: What are you going to paint?

Sam: I don't know. Would you please be patient with me?

Olivia: Oh, I'm sorry. You're not going to be mad at me, are you?

Sam: No, I'm not mad.

Olivia: Promise?

Sam: I promise.

Olivia: Well, then kiss me.

Sam: Kiss you.

Olivia: Kiss me.

Sam: Mm.

Wade: I'm surprised you even know about a place like this.

Iris: Well, stick with me. I'm full of surprises. Shall we?

Michael: Let's go over there.

Stacey: Well, how long before she spots us? This place is small.

Michael: Not long. I think she saw us at Tops.

Stacey: But do you want her to know that we're spying on her, following her like this?

Michael: I want Iris to sweat.

Stacey: Tonight she does.

Michael: I was thinking of Jake. See, that's why I think it's possible that they had an affair.

Stacey: Hmm. No, to tell you the truth, I can't picture Iris with Jake or any passionate man.

Michael: I can.

Stacey: You?

Michael: It was a long time ago.

Stacey: You had a -- a thing with Iris?

Iris: [Giggling] You are --

Stacey: Well, no wonder you know so much about her.

Michael: Iris is one of the most intensely loyal people I've ever met. That is, until she thinks she's been had. Stacey.

Stacey: I can't believe that you and Iris --

Michael: That was another life ago, all right?

Stacey: Did Donna know about it?

Michael: Yes, Donna knows about it. It was long before I married Donna.

Stacey: Oh, of course. I didn't mean to imply that you --

Michael: I have never, ever cheated on Donna.

Stacey: Oh, I know. You wouldn't. I didn't -- was it -- was it serious between the two of you?

Michael: It started out as business. She was very charming. I was alone. We were in the south of France.

Stacey: Mm, one of your more romantic spots. You really are full of surprises.

Michael: Iris knows we're here. She's starting to put on a real show. And I hope I am never predictable.

Stacey: Uh, do you really think that Iris shot Jake?

Michael: That's why we're here.

Stacey: I just mean -- I don't --

Michael: It's my daughter's life I'm trying to save.

Stacey: I know, what I'm saying is that you might be able to see the whole situation more clearly.

Michael: Stacey, look, you may not understand this, all right, but, um, I've played hunches that were a lot more improbable than this one. I've done deals with the devil, or worse, the club, to get to the truth, and, by God, I'm going to get to the truth here.

Stacey: I just hope you have time.

Michael: Someone has made my daughter suffer, and I'm going to make that person pay.

Wade: I've finally figured it out.

Iris: Oh, what's that?

Wade: I recognize you from that newspaper article about the guy who got shot.

Iris: You know, I liked it better before you started talking. I like the strong, silent type.

Felicia: Well, this brings back some memories, doesn't it?

Cass: I prefer it this way.

Felicia: Oh, come on. Don't be so brave, you big jerk.

Cass: Hey, it's only a contempt situation. It's no big deal, you know?

Felicia: All right. Here, eat that, and shut up.

Cass: Thank you, but I think you shouldn't stay very long. I have a feeling that Ryan bent a few rules to do this.

Felicia: I hate to leave you in here.

Cass: Hey, don't tell me.

Felicia: What?

Cass: There's a file in my pate de campagne, right?

Felicia: You really are such a sweet person.

Cass: Oh, tell it to the Judge.

Felicia: I mean that. You are. I mean, my God, you took in Dean, and he's certainly an original.

Cass: Ok. What happened?

Felicia: Nothing.

Cass: Felicia.

Felicia: All right. He played his demo tape on my P.A. system at Tops tonight.

Cass: That was his big risk, huh? That's not bad for him. Ok, I'll deal with God's gift to music when I get sprung from this joint.

Felicia: And when's that going to be?

Cass: Oh, any second now.

Felicia: Cass.

Cass: To be honest, I -- I'm not really sure.

Morgan: And so, for the aforementioned reasons, I request that disbarment proceedings against Cass signed, yours truly, etc. And, uh, cc that please to Winthrop and to the judge. Thank you.

Good night.

Frankie: Good night.

Lucas: You know, Olivia's going to make her share of mistakes, too.

Amanda: Feels good to talk about this.

Lucas: I warned you I was a good listener.

Amanda: Thanks.

Lucas: Anytime. I mean that. Anytime.

Felicia: Oh, Amanda, hi.

Amanda: Good night.

Felicia: Oh, good night. Say hi to your Mom.

Lucas: So how's, uh, Cass?

Felicia: He's Cass. He seems to think he'll get out by morning.

Lucas: And how are you?

Felicia: I'm a wreck. I'm worried about Cass. I'm worried about Marley, and I feel like I've completely blown my chance with Jenna.

Lucas: Well, she had a -- she had a really nice time with Matt.

Felicia: She can't stand me.

Lucas: Oh.

Felicia: You know, I really miss Gloria, but at the same time, I'm very angry at her.

Lucas: Because of Jenna?

Felicia: Yeah. You know, I want to do what's best for her. I just don't have any idea what that is. And I have to tell you, I -- I really don't understand why Gloria locked this poor kid up in a boarding school all these years, and she didn't even tell me she existed.

Lucas: Honey, it's going to be all right.

Felicia: Well, what did she say? Tell me.

Lucas: Well, she -- she's right there.

Felicia: Ok.

Jenna: Hi.

Felicia: Hi.

Jenna: Felicia, I'm really sorry if I was rude before.

Felicia: I'm sorry, too.

Jenna: About tomorrow, if you still want to go to Chicago...

Felicia: You do? You really do?

Jenna: Yeah, but, um, could we just stay the day? I really don't want to stay the night.

Felicia: Ok. We'll only stay for the day, and you'll see. It's going to be wonderful.

Ryan: Missed a spot.

Frankie: I'll get it.

Ryan: Psst. Your brace

Frankie: You're all right, Harrison.

Frankie: This was almost too easy to be fun.

Dean: Suds, two. Thanks. Yeah, I knew that would shake them up at Tops.

Matt: Sure did, all right.

Dean: What? You didn't like it?

Matt: I loved it. That was great. That was a bold move, my man.

Dean: Yeah, well, I hope it was worth it, maybe get myself a partner.

Matt: Let's talk about that right now.

Dean: Are you serious?

Matt: Yes. You've got guts.

Dean: So do you.

Matt: You think so, huh?

Dean: Oh, I know so. That's why I picked you as my partner.

Matt and Dean: Partner.

Iris: I hope you enjoyed your evening, Michael. Next time you want to spend the night with me, why don't you call me for a date? Oh, by the way, if you're still following me, I'll give you a head start. Wade and I are going back to my place.

Michael: Iris, you don't think I was really following you, do you?

Iris: Well, yes, as a matter of fact.

Michael: Sounds like a little paranoia to me.

Iris: How very amusing.

Michael: But you want to be amused? I'm having a neurosurgeon flown in from New York to take a look at Jake. He's an expert in his field. He's a real pro working with comatose patients.

Iris: You're grasping at straws.

Michael: You watch your back, Iris, because I am going to clear my daughter.

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