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Another World Transcript Friday 12/8/06

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Dean: "Winthrop told the stunned courtroom that he had the twins change clothes during the recess in order to demonstrate the difficulty in telling the sisters apart." Oh, Cass, that's bold, man. That is really bold. My man! Hey.

Cass: Hey. Dean, what is this all about?

Dean: From one rule-breaker to another, welcome home.

Cass: Thank you. Where's Frankie?

Dean: Uh, would you like a cup of tea?

Cass: No. You -- you made tea?

Dean: No, no. But Frankie said I should try to get you to have a cup before you read this.

Cass and Stacey: Well, what is it?

Dean: It's a note. See?

Cass: Oh, no. Give me that, Dean.

Dean: Take a deep breath, Cass.

Cass: Don't mess with me. Dean, give me that note.

Dean: There you go.

Cass: My wife only leaves me a note when she's doing something that she knows I won't like. "Cass, I know you're mad and you're starting to sweat, but don't. Morgan Graves is out to fry you, but I'm here to stand by my man."

Stacey: What does that mean?

Cass: It means that my wife has gone off the deep end. Dean, where is she?

Marley: Jamie...

Jamie: Marley, hi.

Marley: Where's Vicky?

Jamie: I admitted her, but she's fine.

Marley: I want to see her.

Jamie: Honey, she's asleep. I sedated her.

Marley: My father said she collapsed.

Jamie: She was completely exhausted, dehydrated, anemic. You name it; she neglected it, but she's gonna be fine once they beef her up, ok?

Marley: I can't believe she let it go this far --

Ryan: Hello, Marley.

Marley: Hi, Ryan.

Ryan: Cass was released today.

Marley: Oh, good.

Ryan: But I think you should know that the D.A.'s still pushing for a disbarment, so I think you might want to think about getting another lawyer. Great.

Morgan: What a cozy little threesome we have here -- two of my main witnesses and the defendant. Or am I mistaken? Could it be the defendant's sister playing dress-up again?

Jake: Gotcha. You know, I've been starved for good conversation since I got here, and who should show up but my old bud?

Vicky: Jake --

Jake: Miss me? You know, Vicky, this is pretty tough penance, even for me. Do you still think I deserve this? Do you?

Sharlene: John, follow those directions carefully, ok? I don't want it falling apart.

John: Sharlene, I used to be in construction, remember?

Sharlene: Yes, I remembered. [Chuckles] Mm, oh, yeah. This is the best pot of vegetable soup I think I've ever made.

John: Sharlene, do you think it's a good idea, I mean, getting Glenn and Taylor together?

Sharlene: Yes, I do.

John: Aah.

Sharlene: If she has someone else occupying her time, she'll stop bugging me about going back to therapy. Oh.

John: [Whistles] You sure are beautiful.

Sharlene: Just the way you want me: Barefoot, pregnant, and in the kitchen.

John: No, you're not barefoot.

Sharlene: Stop staring at me and finish that thing up.

John: I used to hate this room when you were gone.

Sharlene: Oh, John, even I'm not sure I handled everything completely right, but I handled it the only way I knew how for me.

John: I know.

Sharlene: You know, there were so many times I almost came home.

John: Oh, yeah?

Sharlene: Every night when my head would hit the pillow, I would -- well, all I could think about was you and whether you were doing the same thing, and if you were thinking of me.

John: You know that I was.

Sharlene: Yeah, I did, but I also wondered if you would ever take me back again.

John: What made you decide to come back?

Sharlene: One of those nights when my head hit the pillow, I, uh, I remembered something that I'd forgotten for way too long.

John: What was that?

Sharlene: What it felt like to have you asleep in my arms. The sound of your breathing in the morning. How it changed when you were just waking up. And I remembered that all those times when I held you in our bed, they were the times when I felt the most safe and I felt the most loved. And that's when I knew it was time for me to come home. I knew that the three of us -- that we had to be together again.

Morgan: Oh, how silly of me. Of course, you must be Marley. After all, wherever Frame goes, so goes his faithful companion.

Jamie: Vicky has been admitted to this hospital, and I am a physician. I was giving an update to her sister and Detective Harrison.

Morgan: How very thoughtful of you, Doctor. Tell me, what's ailing your ex-wife this evening?

Jamie: She's completely exhausted. She's also anemic.

Morgan: So let me get this straight. First Marley plays down the good detective's testimony. Now it's her sister? Is anemia contagious?

Ryan: Come on, Morgan. Give her a break.

Morgan: Just how much did you know about anything. Is that why you refused to identify the defendant while under oath?

Marley: Jamie, could we please go see Vicky now?

Morgan: You'll have to go alone, I'm afraid.

Jamie: What are you talking about?

Morgan: I'm not here for a checkup, Doctor. I'm here to talk to you.

Jamie: Well, I'm afraid that's impossible. I'm on duty.

Morgan: I think you'll want to make the time for this.

Jamie: Who do you think you are?

Morgan: You either talk to me now, or I'll have you escorted down to the police station for questioning. We can enlist the services of your friend here, if we need to.

Jamie: You've got 15 minutes.

Morgan: That'll be just fine. Perhaps we should go to your office. I'm not sure that you'll want your colleagues here listening in on our conversation.

Jamie: Excuse us.

Marley: Cass is going to be furious when he finds out she was talking to me again.

Ryan: Cass is not in a position to make any accusations right now, and she knows it.

Marley: What do you think she wanted to talk to Jamie about?

Ryan: She wants to determine if he can be classified as a hostile witness. If he gets angry, he could make matters worse for you.

Marley: I know, I know. Cass doesn't think we should see each other anymore.

Ryan: Well, I gotta tell you something. I think he's right.

Vicky: Oh, no!

Jake: Oh, man, that hurts. I am not the man I used to be.

Vicky: Get out of here, Jake.

Jake: That's not being very nice, is it?

Vicky: Leave me alone.

Jake: You know, Vicky, I've been doing a lot of thinking since I've been in here. You remember Lassiter? Remember the pact? You were, like, 13 or something. It was in the alley behind Kraus' Diner on Jefferson Avenue. Come on, Vicky! I know you remember this.

Vicky: Why are you doing this to me --

Jake: We swore on our lives to take care of each other for as long as we lived. Even wrote the damn thing down. It was, uh... oh, wait. "Will you swear on our hearts and souls to bust this town and guard each other from whatever or whoever gets in the way?" That was kind of basic, Vicky, but we took it very seriously for a long time.

Vicky: [Whispering] Stop, stop.

Jake: I took out my pocketknife, and I slit open my thumb even more than I wanted to. And then you let me do the same thing to you.

Vicky: Oh, God.

Jake: And then you took your hand like this. Do you remember the end of the pact, Vicky? Do you remember the end of the pact? "My blood, your blood. Together as one we live. By our blood we die." Kind of dramatic but cool, huh? You're not living up to your end of the bargain yet.

Vicky: No! You're faking this coma, aren't you?

Cass: Oh, no. Now I know she's in trouble.

Stacey: Why?

Dean: She seemed pretty psyched when she left.

Cass: Oh, man, she had an appointment with Pasham at 6:00 to have her cards read tonight, and it's crossed out. She waited six weeks for the moon to be in the right house or something.

Dean: Yeah. She must mean business, then, 'cause if she canceled with Pasham -- she's been walking around this house chanting for two days getting ready for this.

Stacey: Dean, she didn't say anything to you at all about where she might be going?

Dean: No, no. She just said it had to be done, and then she said to make sure that Cass read it and he didn't bust a blood vessel when he read it.

Cass: I knew she wouldn't let this alone! I knew it!

Dean: Cass, I don't know what you're getting so worked up about, man. Frankie knows what she's doing.

Cass: How would you know, Dean?

Dean: I don't really know. I just -- I know, and I thought you would know --

Cass: Frankie doesn't do things by the book.

Dean: You do?

Stacey: He's got a point there.

Cass: Have you seen the end of this note? Look at this. "By the time I'm through with her, Morgan Graves will be serving you humble pie on a platter. Love and kisses, Frankie.

That's what I'm afraid of.

Dean: What if nobody gets in trouble, no laws are broken, and she gets those contempt charges against you dropped? What then, huh?

Cass: That's not possible, Dean.

Dean: Oh, no? You think you're the only mover shaker in this house?

Cass: Now, wait a second. Don't put words -- that's not what I meant.

[Doorbell rings]

Dean: That's, like, a chauvinistic thing to say, you know.

Cass: I am not a --

Dean: Chauvinist?

Cass: This has nothing to do with that word.

Dean: Oh, yeah?

Cass: That has nothing to do with it, and don't call me it. Hello, Michael.

Michael: Cass, I'm so glad you got out.

Cass: Thank you.

Stacey: It wasn't that hard. It's just too bad he had to spend the night in the clink.

Michael: Well, look. I want you to know I know what you did for Marley, and I'm really grateful.

Cass: Well, I don't know, Michael. I think it helped in the short term, but now I'm afraid that the Judge and Morgan will be even tougher on Marley.

Michael: Well, that may not have to be the case if my hunch is correct.

Cass: What hunch?

Michael: You got some time to talk?

Cass: Well, actually, I have an appointment to see Felicia over at Tops.

Michael: Terrific. I'll drive you.

Cass: Ok, fine. Listen, Stacey, I'd like you to come with us, if that's all right with you, Michael.

Michael: Sure. That'll be fine, Dean. Thanks.

Dean: No sweat.

Cass: You ready?

Stacey: Uh-huh.

[Telephone rings]

Dean: Oh.

Cass: No. Hey, I'll get that.

Dean: I got it.

Cass: I got it.

Dean: Ok.

Stacey: Dean --

Cass: Hello.

Stacey: Just tell Cass we'll meet him out at the car.

Dean: Sure.

Cass: Yes, this is he. Uh, yes, I do know who you are. You're the landlord in Jake McKinnon's building. Uh-huh. Ah. This kid wouldn't by any chance have had two earrings on and the stupid gloves with, you know, no fingers in it and that ratty old overcoat that he usually wears and the dumb hat? Yeah, yeah. Yeah, I know him. Oh, he named me as a reference. Oh, well, isn't that flattering? I'm gonna have to think about this one before I can recommend him. Let me get back to you, ok? Yeah, right. Bye.

Dean: Hmm?

Cass: You have any other surprises that you'd like to share with me?

Dean: Um, did Vic happen to mention that I wasn't alone?

Cass: Yes, he did. Just how many friends did you go to the scene of the crime with?

Dean: You got this all wrong, Cass. I just borrowed the keys to check out the space. That's it.

Cass: Borrowed? Is that like the time you tried to borrow my car by rubbing some wires together?

Dean: I really thought you'd go for this.

Cass: Oh, you did, did you?

Dean: Yeah. It's very, very, uh, enterprising.

Cass: Enterprising?

Dean: Independent.

Cass: Independent?

Dean: Innovative?

Cass: Asinine, Dean.

Dean: Come on. It's a great idea.

Cass: I wish I could ground you or something.

Dean: Bet you do.

Cass: What the hell were you thinking?

Dean: About my future.

Cass: Don't you know how much trouble you could be in? Don't you know how much trouble I could be in for letting you get away with that?

Dean: Did I hear you say that you were gonna go over and see Felicia right now?

Cass: Yeah, yeah. So what?

Dean: Well, I guess this isn't the best time to ask you to bring my tape over to her?

Felicia: I do love to show Chicago to people who don't know it. It's a wonderful city.

Jenna: The Art Institute.

Felicia: Yeah. I thought so.

Jenna: I got to see some of my favorite paintings in the whole world in person.

Felicia: You like art, don't you? You know, everyone was watching you tell me all about the paintings.

Jenna: Was I being rude?

Felicia: No, honey, of course you weren't. You know, it's wonderful to look at paintings with somebody who knows all about their history. It was almost as though I was seeing it for the very first time.

Jenna: I could go back there a hundred more times.

Felicia: Is Art history your favorite subject?

Jenna: Yes.

Felicia: I'm just surprised that you've never been there before.

Jenna: We don't leave the convent grounds that often.

Felicia: I know, but your mother knew Chicago like the back of her hand. She never took you?

Jenna: We just didn't do those kinds of things together.

Felicia: Never? Well, what about before you went to the convent?

Jenna: Before?

Felicia: Yeah. Did you live with your mother and go to school?

Jenna: I've been at the convent school for a really long time, Felicia.

Felicia: How long?

Jenna: I don't remember anything before.

Felicia: You mean you've been at the school since you were very little?

Jenna: It was all right. I knew Mama loved me.

Felicia: No, no. I know she did, honey.

Jenna: There were problems.

Felicia: Jenna, do you think your mother's problems had to do with your father?

Jenna: I don't know. The only home I ever knew was with the sisters. And I kept waiting for my mother to come and take me home, but, well, I shouldn't think about that anymore now that she's gone.

Felicia: Jenna --

Jenna: Don't. Just don't.

Morgan: There's no reason to be defensive, Dr. Frame.

Jamie: I disagree. I think I have every reason.

Morgan: Maybe you'd be more comfortable sitting down. Fine. Hostile witness here.

Jamie: I'll be happy to answer any questions I can on the witness stand that have to do with the victim's physical condition, but that is the extent of my involvement.

Morgan: Really? Is that why you keep a picture of the defendant on your desk?

Jamie: That is my ex-wife.

Morgan: Here we go again.

Jamie: We had a child together, Miss Graves. And none of this has anything to do with the testimony you want from me.

Morgan: I'm going to ask you to tell the jury exactly what Jake McKinnon said when he was brought into this hospital with a bullet in his back.

Jamie: Fine.

Morgan: For instance, if I were to say to you, "Dr. Frame, is it true that the last thing that Jake McKinnon uttered before lapsing into a coma was his ex-wife's name," what would your response be?

Jamie: I would say that was correct and completely justified given the time and --

Morgan: No, no, no, no, no. You will not say all of that.

Jamie: What do you mean by that?

Morgan: You'll answer the question. Yes or no. That's it. Now, if I'm not making that clear enough to you, I assure you that the Judge will.

Jamie: Fine.

Morgan: I may need to ask you about your relationship with Marley McKinnon.

Jamie: We're old friends. She's my son's godmother.

Morgan: Mm-hmm. What about Nice?

Jamie: What about it?

Morgan: Well, I understand that it's a very special place for the two of you.

Jamie: Is there a point to this, huh?

Morgan: The point is that it's obvious to just about everyone in this town that you're in love with Marley McKinnon. Now, if I ask you that question on the stand and you deny it, you'll be lying under oath.

Jamie: What are you trying to prove, Graves, huh?

Morgan: I'll tell you, Jamie. I think it stretches credulity that of all the attending physicians in this hospital, you ended up as Jake's doctor.

Jamie: You listen to me. Jake had the very best of care from me. You can ask anyone.

Morgan: I have. When Jake went into cardiac arrest during the surgery, that procedure you used to get his heart started --

Jamie: It worked.

Morgan: A syringe directly into his heart. That's pretty risky.

Jamie: Yes, I know.

Morgan: What about external heart massage?

Jamie: I brought him back using that procedure.

Morgan: Hey, hey, hey! I happen to have expert testimony that says that you didn't have to go to such a radical technique, doctor.

Jamie: Yeah? Well, they weren't in the O.R., now, were they? You go after me on this, Graves, you're gonna look like a fool.

Morgan: Will I, or will it just look like you were trying to finish up the job that your old friend screwed up? You think about that. Doctor.

Jamie: Graves, if you're going to make accusations, you'd damn well better have the proof to back them up.

Morgan: I'll see you in court.

Jake: Well, looks like you're gonna live.

Vicky: What do you want?

Jake: What do I want? That's kind of obvious. You can't keep pretending, Jake. I'll tell everyone what you've done.

Jake: You do that, Vicky, and they'll have you in a padded cell by dawn.

Vicky: Get out of here!

Jake: You're not showing me any hospitality at all here.

Vicky: Leave me alone, Jake!

Jake: Love to do that, Vicky, but I think we're joined at the hip. First there was that pact when we were kids, and then you've become completely obsessed with me.

Vicky: In your dreams.

Jake: Oh, no, sweetheart, I think you remember all too well how good it was between us. That's why you've devoted your life to ruining mine.

Vicky: Give me a break.

Jake: Oh, frankly, I think it's a bad case of sour grapes. Who was there when you went into labor, Vicky? It wasn't Jamie. It was me. Who picked up the PI?

Jamie left you because he got smart. He realized what a loser you were. He finally saw what a worthless piece of --

Vicky: No!

Jake: Hurts, doesn't it? Hmm? Have a nice stay here, Vicky. See if you can avoid turning into a statistic. People die here all the time, Vicky.

Don't drop your guard, not even for a second. Later.

John: You're really going to like Glenn. He's only been around the hospital for a short period of time, and we just ran into each other on rotations.

Taylor: Well, both of you should know that I am not really great at this blind-date kind of thing.

Sharlene: Well, who is? That's why we decided to have you here for dinner, the two of you.

John: That's right. No pressure.

Taylor: Look. It's very sweet of you both, but, Sharlene, John can tell you I don't really have the time for a relationship in my life right now.

Sharlene: If you met the right person, you would.

[Knock on door]

Sharlene: And there he is.

Sharlene: Glenn.

Glenn: I am.

Sharlene: Oh, come in.

Glenn: And you're Sharlene.

Sharlene: Very good guess. Great. Thank you. Oh, they're beautiful.

Glenn: Hey, doc. What's shaking?

John: Hi, Glenn. How are you? I'd like you to meet Taylor. This is Taylor Benson. This is Glenn.

Taylor: How are you?

Glenn: You know, I'm surprised we haven't seen each other at the hospital. I guess we keep different hours, huh?

Taylor: I guess so.

Glenn: John's told me a lot about you.

Taylor: Hmm. All good, I hope.

Glenn: Raves, actually.

Taylor: Oh.

Sharlene: John, why don't you take this gentleman's coat? And everyone into the parlor and serve up the wine, all right?

John: Yeah. I think we're in her hair.

Sharlene: Get out.

John: Come on. Follow me.

Sharlene: He's awfully sweet.

Taylor: Oh, yes. Uh, Sharlene, is there anything I can help you with?

Sharlene: No way. I want you to go in there and enjoy yourself because I don't -- oh, no.

Taylor: What? What is it?

Sharlene: I forgot to turn the oven on. I cannot believe that. The roast was supposed to be in. I must have been talking to John and I just forgot.

Taylor: Sharlene, how could you forget to turn on the oven?

Felicia: Jenna, my friend Cass is going to meet me upstairs at Tops. He's going to bring me information about your mother and the provisions that she's made for you.

Jenna: What does that mean?

Felicia: Well, I think it's important that you know where you stand.

Jenna: I know where I stand. My mother's dead, and I have no other family. That's it.

Felicia: You have me, Jenna. I would never let anything happen to you.

Jenna: Look, why are you doing this?

Felicia: I care about you.

Jenna: Why?

Felicia: Because I like you. You're a nice kid, and I was crazy about your mother.

Jenna: Felicia, are you sure you're not just thinking about the daughter you lost?

Felicia: Who told you about that?

Jenna: Lucas.

Felicia: Yes. I'm sure that's probably part of it. She might be wondering where she came from, too, and if she ever felt alone and that she didn't have a family to turn to, I would hope, for her sake, she could find somebody who would care about her. Jenna, I'm not trying to force myself on you, but I do want you to know that I'm here, any way you want me to be.

[Telephone rings]

[Ring]

[Ring]

Felicia: Hello. Yes, Carl. Thanks, honey. Cass is here. Are you gonna be all right?

Jenna: Sure.

Felicia: Ok. You can go upstairs with me. You want to?

Jenna: No. I think I'll stay here.

Felicia: All right. I won't be very long.

Jenna: Ok.

Felicia: Ok. Now, listen. Um, do me a favor. Make sure this chain gets put on the door when I leave. Ok?

Jenna: Ok.

Felicia: Ok.

[Monitor beeping]

Vicky: Damn you, Jake. Stop pretending. I'm not going to let you do this to me. I'm not going to let you ruin my life again. Jake. Jake, damn you! Stop it! Stop it! Stop lying! Stop it! Damn it! Look at me! You look at me! Look at me! Stop lying to me! Look at me!

Ryan: Vicky.

Vicky: Look at me, damn you!

He's just pretending!

Jamie: Stop it.

Vicky: Can't you see that? He's awake, Jamie! Just look at him! He's awake!

Ryan: Jamie, is he all right?

Jamie: I don't know yet.

Vicky: He's been faking this whole thing. He was never in a coma. He was just in my room. He came in my room, and he threatened me!

Jamie: Jake is in a coma.

Vicky: No!

Ryan: Vicky, stop it, please.

Vicky: Can't you see this? He is trying to drive me crazy.

Ryan: Vicky, shh. Come on.

Jamie: Vicky, come here. Come here. Vicky, I want you to look at this monitor. Look. I know these lines don't mean anything to you, but you have to trust me on this. It is proof of Jake's condition. He is in a coma. Listen to me.

Ryan: Just listen, Vicky. Come on, just listen to him.

Vicky: No, he was there. He was in my room.

Jamie: Listen. I gave you a very strong sedative. Sometimes you have hallucinatory dreams.

Vicky: I'm hallucinating? You go into my room, and you see that broken glass that I threw at him.

Jamie: Vicky, you were dreaming. Please believe me. I have seen this happen before.

Ryan: Come on, Vicky. Let's get you out of here. Come on. Vicky, Vicky, Vicky --

Vicky: Open your eyes, you liar. Open your eyes!

Ryan: Come on, Vicky.

Jamie: Look, I am gonna stay and monitor this for a few more minutes. Take her back to her room, ok?

Ryan: Ok.

Jamie: Look, Vicky. I will come back and check with you later, ok? Please?

Ryan: Come on, Vicky. It's ok. Shh. This never happened.

Jamie: Yeah. Go. Take her.

Stacey: So Michael's using his connections to look into Iris' business dealings abroad in the last couple of years.

Michael: I think she may have gotten herself into some serious trouble.

Cass: And that Jake found out about it and was blackmailing her.

Stacey: Mm-hmm. And who knows? Maybe he got greedy, and she shot him.

Cass: Well, this is a great theory, but it's still only conjecture for now.

Michael: For now.

Cass: If you come up with something concrete, give it to us, and we'll run with it.

Stacey: I also think that we shouldn't rule out Paulina Cory.

Cass: I'm not ruling out anything, including the possibility that I may be taken off this case.

Michael: Stacey, do you think the Judge will declare a mistrial?

Stacey: I don't.

Cass: I don't either.

Michael: You think he just wants you off the case?

Cass: I think Morgan Graves wants me off the planet earth.

Michael: Can Morgan really have you disbarred?

Cass: I think there's a very good chance that I'm going to have to face the disciplinary board before this case is closed. So I've been thinking about something.

Michael: What?

Cass: If I am suspended, how would you and Marley feel about Stacey taking over?

Taylor: It's a shame about the roast.

Sharlene: You distracted me.

John: Oh. I have that kind of an effect on her.

Sharlene: [Groans] Oh, maybe I should do a quiche.

Taylor: No, no. Sharlene, I don't want you to be upset about this.

Sharlene: I'm not upset. I'm really not.

Taylor: These kind of things -- they happen.

Sharlene: Yes, they do.

Taylor: Then maybe we should all just leave Sharlene alone to try to salvage this -- to just finish dinner.

John: You can fix this, can't you?

Sharlene: Yes, I can fix this. Just give me a half hour.

John: You got a half hour. Now, Taylor, your wine is poured in the other room.

Taylor: I'll be right behind you.

Sharlene: Glenn.

Taylor: I know how unnerving these moments can be.

Sharlene: What?

Taylor: Now, I just -- please. I don't want you to worry. I mean, just because you keep forgetting things, it doesn't mean Sharly is going to come knocking on your door again.

Vicky: It was real. He was here, sitting on the bed mouthing off like he always used to.

Ryan: I remember.

Vicky: Only this time I was just too scared to talk back. Almost killed him, didn't I? Ryan --

Ryan: It looked like you wanted to, Vicky.

Vicky: Oh, man. I -- I'm really cracking up, aren't I? I am. I can't even tell the difference between reality and dreams anymore.

Ryan: It's going to be fine.

Vicky: Right.

Ryan: Listen. But you're not going to be anything until you get your strength back. Try and get some sleep for me.

Vicky: Will you stay with me for a while?

Ryan: I wish I could. I've got to be on duty in half an hour, though.

Vicky: All right.

Ryan: Can I come back and see you later, though? You remember when I saved you from baby the horse? You know, sometimes lately I wish that, um, you'd just kept riding and never looked back.

Vicky: Yeah. That sounds good, doesn't it?

Ryan: Yeah, it does.

Vicky: Come here. Kiss me good-bye.

Ryan?

Ryan: Yeah?

Vicky: Promise you will come back?

Ryan: You can't get rid of me now, Vicky.

Vicky: Too late, huh?

Ryan: It was too late that very first day. Sleep.

Michael: This is not Donna's decision to make. Oh, look. Marley's here. Don't say a word about this to her, ok?

Cass: Well, we've gotta come up with a decision soon. I don't know how much longer the state is gonna let me practice law.

Michael: I know. She's very upset about Victoria though, so please just let me do it in my own time.

Cass: If you don't put it off, fine.

Michael: I won't. All right, this is good.

Marley: Hi.

Cass: Hey, Marley.

Michael: Hi, honey.

Marley: Hi, Dad.

Stacey: Hi, Marley.

Marley: Stacey.

Michael: Look, have you talked to Victoria?

Marley: No. Jamie gave her a sedative, so I'm gonna see her first thing in the morning.

Michael: Jamie said that she's gonna be just fine.

Marley: I know. I just feel responsible. And, Cass, I don't know how to thank you for what you did in the courtroom.

Cass: I just hope it worked.

Marley: But you took responsibility for my mistakes, and that's not fair. I'm sorry.

Cass: After we get the acquittal, we'll discuss what's fair and what isn't fair, ok?

Marley: Thank you.

Cass: In the meantime, if you and Vicky come up with any other harebrained schemes, I want to be in on them from the start. You understand me? Go to get going. See you.

Michael: See you.

Stacey: Take care, Marley.

Marley: Thank you, Stacey.

Michael: Sit down for a second. I want to talk to you.

Marley: What?

Michael: I talked to Victoria last night about being in Jake's loft.

Marley: And?

Michael: She did not shoot Jake.

Marley: And you believe her?

Michael: Absolutely. But, honey, we've gotta tell Cass.

Marley: What?

Michael: We've gotta tell Cass that Victoria was in the apartment.

Marley: No. Absolutely not.

Felicia: Well, honey, you look like you might have spent a night in jail.

Cass: Oh, well, doesn't that make me look more vulnerable and sympathetic, hence more appealing?

Felicia: No.

Cass: Oh.

Felicia: Now, look. I know how busy you are with everything, so I'm sure you don't have time to go over Gloria's records.

Stacey: Are you kidding? I did all the legwork while this lovely was lounging in the city lockup.

Felicia: So, then, you found her will?

Stacey: Actually, I'm still looking. It's the strangest thing. Somewhere else.

Cass: We ran a check through a national system. There's no record of the will. No record of any instructions on Jenna's care, nothing.

Felicia: No, no. That has to be impossible.

Cass: Honey, it happens all the time. You'd be surprised.

Felicia: Gloria was completely organized, Cass. I mean, you should have seen her office. No. People like Gloria do not forget to make out a will. For heaven's sakes, honey, she knew she was dying for over a year. I mean, so why?

Cass: I don't know why.

Felicia: I mean, what possible reason would she have for forgetting?

Cass: I don't think she forgot anything. I think it was completely deliberate.

Felicia: But why?

Cass: She didn't want to run the risk of anyone finding out that she had a daughter or where that daughter might be.

Man: You looking for someone?

Dean: Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah. This is Felicia Gallant's apartment, isn't it?

Man: And who is asking?

Dean: Uh, well, I'm a P.A. on her talk show.

Man: You're her what?

Dean: P.A. Production Assistant. I work for her. She really needs this tape bad, and I was gonna leave a little note here by her door.

Man: You know, she is a great lady.

Dean: Oh, the best, the best. I love her. Love going to work every day. Yeah.

Man: Well, you have a good night.

Dean: You, too. You, too. "Mariah loved her job. She prided herself on her work." Then -- [Typing] Mariah... discovered... the baddest new talent since Springsteen. Yeah. This is good. This is very, very good. This is for you. Um, don't be scared, all right?

[Knocking on door]

Dean: I'm not a burglar or anything. I need to get out of here, though. Is there a back door or something?

Felicia: Jenna.

Jenna, why didn't you put the chain on the door?

Jenna: Felicia, there was somebody in here.

Felicia: What?

Jenna: A man.

Felicia: My God, are you all right?

Jenna: I'm fine. He went out the back.

Felicia: Security, it's Felicia Gallant. Yes. Someone just broke into my apartment. When? Jenna, when?

Jenna: Uh, a minute ago.

Felicia: Just now. Yes, Pete, thanks. Yes, ok. Honey, are you sure you're all right? You're not hurt?

Jenna: Yeah.

Jenna: Well, he just left something behind.

Glenn: Sharlene, that was the best meal I've had in weeks, even without the roast.

Sharlene: Still can't believe I did that.

Taylor: Sharlene, stop brooding about that roast. That could have happened to anyone.

John: Well, if you're still hungry, I happen to know that Taylor loves Mexican food.

Glenn: Is that true?

Taylor: Yes.

Glenn: Want to go grab a burrito?

Sharlene: You're not still hungry.

Glenn: Well, you know, maybe a margarita. How's that?

John: I'm sorry that we conk out so soon.

Glenn: No, no, no, no. Don't be sorry. You and that baby get some rest. You've worked very hard tonight.

Sharlene: Listen. Please come see us again. We'd love it.

Glenn: Just ask.

Sharlene: All right.

Glenn: How about that nightcap, Taylor?

Taylor: Great.

John: Listen. You have a wonderful time. You spent so many nights helping me out when Sharlene was gone.

Taylor: John's told me how great you were, and I don't know how to thank you.

Sharlene: Well, you already have. So, thank you for tonight.

Mm-hmm.

Taylor: See you soon.

Sharlene: Ok.

John: Good night, Taylor.

Taylor: Good night.

Glenn: Good night. Wow! What a moon. So, should I follow you to the --

Taylor: Don't follow me anywhere. Don't call me. Forget my number. You got it?

Franco: Right this way, Miss Graves.

Morgan: Thank you.

Michael: Look. We cannot keep Cass in the dark. We gotta tell him what's going on.

Marley: The fewer people who know, the better for Vicky. Besides, Cass is going to win this for me.

Michael: Honey, he may not get the chance. The Judge may suspend him from the case before we ever get back into the courtroom.

Marley: Can he do that?

Michael: Yes.

Marley: I'm going to have to get another lawyer?

Michael: Well, Cass is recommending Stacey. She has been co-counsel. How do you feel about that?

Stacey: Jamie, hi!

Jamie: Hi, Stacey. Stace if you're smart.

Jamie: I hate this, Stacey. I know you do, but we don't want to give her any more ammunition. So why don't we just get out of here, huh? Fine.

Stacey: All right. Well, lighten up. Things could be worse. You could have a worse person kidnap you.

Marley: [Sighs]

Vicky: Who is that?

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