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Another World Transcript Thursday 12/14/06

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Jenna: It's you.

Dean: This is it, huh? This is your date?

Matt: She's a friend. Oh, and I think there's something you should say to her. I think the bartender wants me over there. Excuse me.

Jenna: So this is an interesting place. You ever been here before?

Dean: What's it to you?

Jenna: I was just asking.

Dean: Yeah, well, don't. Don't ask me anything, all right? Don't ask, don't talk, don't even look.

Jenna: I don't understand. Why are you mad at me?

Dean: Think about it, all right? Think about it, little convent girl. Last time I saw you, you nearly had me nailed for breaking and entering. Why wouldn't I be mad at you?

Ryan: Sit down on the couch. Put your feet up or something.

Vicky: I've had my feet up for days.

Ryan: Listen, you're still weak.

Vicky: I'm fine, and I don't need your help anymore as much as I appreciate it.

Ryan: Ah, uh-huh. What are you doing?

Vicky: I'm opening the door for you.

Ryan: I'm not going.

Vicky: You're not staying.

Ryan: You know, trial starts tomorrow and I'm gonna be up first.

Vicky: Do you think I don't know that? Do you think I don't know that the D.A. is going to try to use you to nail Marley?

Ryan: That's right. And by tomorrow night, you might never want to see me again. Damn it, Vicky, just give us this one last night together. We may never have another one.

Sharlene: No, you told me the shower was tomorrow.

Taylor: No, Sharlene, I didn't.

Sharlene: I remember it distinctly.

Taylor: You must have heard me wrong.

Sharlene: I know what you said.

Taylor: Sharlene, I want you to calm down.

Sharlene: How can I calm down when I almost missed my own shower, and Frankie and all those people --

Taylor: There was no harm done. It was just a slip.

Sharlene: It was not a slip! I know it wasn't! I would never have made a mistake like that. I'm sorry, everyone. I just feel so embarrassed for being so late, and I guess I was taking it out on Taylor.

Taylor: I don't mind at all. That's what friends are for, right?

Sharlene: I just feel so foolish. Please, just forgive me, ok?

Frankie: Would you stop apologizing? You're the guest of honor, for Pete's sake.

Taylor: We're just glad you finally made it.

Frankie: Yeah, it wouldn't have been much of a shower without you, honey. Now, come on, just relax.

Sharlene: Well, I'm just -- I'm so touched with all the trouble that you went to, Frankie, and for everyone being here. And these last few months have been -- they've been very difficult, as you all know. And I just thank you for sticking by me.

Felicia: Oh, come on, Sharlene. We love you. You know that.

Frankie: Ok, that's enough schmaltz, all right? Everybody dig in. Let's eat. We'll open presents --

Felicia: Eat? I haven't stopped eating since I got here. What is this anyway?

Frankie: It's, uh, bean curd cake.

Felicia: You're kidding.

Frankie: No.

Rachel: I smell something really delicious coming from the kitchen.

Frankie: That's my vegetarian lasagna, which I should check up on. You all dig in, and I'll be right back, ok?

Rachel: Ok.

Donna: I'm going to have to say good night.

Sharlene: Oh, Donna.

Donna: Victoria will probably be home from the hospital, and I should get ready for tomorrow.

Sharlene: Of course I understand. I'm just -- I'm sorry we didn't have a chance to talk.

Donna: Oh, well, you just enjoy your party. I'm so happy for you.

Sharlene: Thank you. You tell Marley we're thinking of her.

Donna: Ok, thank you. Bye.

Rachel: She really does have that glow.

Taylor: Mm. She looks wonderful, doesn't she?

Rachel: She really looks as though she's made up her mind about what she wants.

Taylor: You think so?

Rachel: You don't?

Taylor: I think Sharlene is a very brave woman in the face of all of her problems.

Jamie: No comment.

[Stacey groans]

Reporter: Is the defense prepared to go back in?

Stacey: No comment revisited.

Second Reporter: Will you testify tomorrow, doctor?

Jamie: Since "no comment" doesn't work, how about "get lost"? If that doesn't work, I'll call the owner and I'll have you all thrown out. Excuse us.

Stacey: Thanks. Why is the press all over this story?

Jamie: Because the public is lapping it up.

Stacey: Apparently so.

Jamie: Give the people what they want, Stace -- a rich girl, a philandering ex-husband, beautiful twin sisters, life in the fast lane, blood.

Stacey: Violence sells.

Jamie: What the hell does that say about our society?

Stacey: Hey. Come on. Let's try to have a good time tonight, all right? All in the name of convincing the press that you're no longer dating Marley.

Jamie: You think we can pull it off?

Stacey: Sure, why not? The press is only looking for sensationalism, anyway.

Jamie: Ok, if they want sensationalism, let's give them sensationalism. What other cases are you working on, huh? Anything interesting?

Stacey: Mm, let's see. I've got this wonderful planning and zoning case that would just blow you away.

Jamie: Planning and zoning? I love it when you talk like that.

Reporter: What's that all about?

Jamie: I haven't planned and zoned in I don't know how long. What else? What else juicy? Maybe an easement? Or a class-action suit? Stacey?

Stacey: Hmm?

Jamie: What are you thinking about?

Stacey: Um, I was thinking about old times. Remember when you and I used to sneak off when we were engaged? Just seems to me life was a lot more simple then.

Jamie: We were both different people.

Stacey: I know.

Reporter: Mrs. McKinnon, just a few questions.

Michael: Uh, no -- no reporters now, please.

Stacey: Sit down. If you show that you care now, you're gonna be headlines tomorrow.

Jamie: [Sighs] Right.

Stacey: Just relax.

Jamie: So I'll just sit here and ignore the woman I love more than anything in my life.

Stacey: That's right.

Vicky: Jamie says I have to rest.

Ryan: And that's why I want you to stretch out on the couch.

Vicky: I -- I will as soon as you leave.

Ryan: Vicky, I'm not joking around here.

Vicky: What difference is one more night going to make?

Ryan: I have no idea. I just don't want to leave you like this.

Vicky: I don't -- I don't know what to say anymore.

Ryan: I wish none of this had happened. I wish I didn't know the things that I know.

Vicky: I know. I know why you can't lie. You wouldn't be yourself if you did. I'm sorry I had to put you through all of this.

Ryan: What you put me through, I wouldn't trade for anything. Come on, let me take care of you.

Vicky: I'm fine.

Ryan: Vicky, I know that you're strong and that you're independent, but just let me take care of you tonight. Come on, humor me.

Vicky: Hmm.

[Knock on door]

Vicky: Oh, no. Who's that?

Ryan: I will go get rid of whoever it is.

Vicky: Ok.

Ryan: Uh --

Donna: Ryan. Well, good -- good, that means Victoria's here. How are you, darling?

Vicky: Mom, I'm fine.

Donna: Well, you know your father and I could have brought you home.

Vicky: Yes, I know that. I'll see you tomorrow, ok?

Donna: No, not ok. Now, you've been in the hospital and I want to know that you're all right now.

Vicky: I'm fine.

Donna: And I need about half an hour of your time, and I will not take no for an answer.

Ryan: I'll go down to headquarters, sign out, and be right back.

Donna: Well, how are you?

Vicky: What -- what do you want to talk to me about?

Donna: I spoke with your father.

Vicky: Uh-huh. Oh, please, get to the point. I'm really tired.

Donna: Yes. He told me that you went to the loft the night that Jake was shot.

Vicky: What?

Donna: What really happened that night, Victoria? Tell me -- tell me what you saw.

Jenna: I didn't get you nailed.

Dean: Yeah, well, you sure didn't help much.

Jenna: The house security guy caught you.

Dean: And you stood there staring into space.

Jenna: What was I supposed to say?

Dean: Just forget about it, all right -- forget the whole thing.

Jenna: Fine.

Dean: Fine.

Matt: Having fun, you two?

Jenna: Yeah.

Matt: Yeah?

Jenna: Sure. This is a very interesting place.

Matt: Yeah, it's fun, isn't it?

Jean: Nice.

Matt: Yeah.

Dean: Nice, nice. Open your eyes, would you? I'd say that three-quarters of the people in this room have spent time in the slammer.

Matt: Oh, no, no. That's an exaggeration. He loves to hype things.

Dean: No, I don't. I like being straight with people, ok? I'm not big on pretending that things are very different than they are. I wouldn't even be here -- I wouldn't be working here if I didn't bust up that jukebox. It was either here or go to jail.

Matt: Right. Sam.

Sam: Hey, Matthew. How you doing?

Matt: Dean, this is the man.

Dean: What man?

Matt: This is -- this is the man who's going to put our organization on the map. He's going to make it come alive visually, right?

Dean: Great.

Matt: He's going to make it --

Sam: Matt, Matt, Matthew! Enough pressure there, thank you. How you doing, Dean?

Matt: Come on, come on. It's my producer rap. I use a lot of superlatives, put the pressure on when I can. Come on, it's me. Come on, it's nice, eh? It works.

Sam: Somehow, Matt, I think -- I .. I don't see you as that.

Matt: Don't worry, I'll grow into it.

Sam: Right.

Woman: Dean, baby, how's it going?

Dean: Great. It's good, real good, great.

Woman: Is this guy adorable or what?

Dean: Oh, I'm sorry. Everybody, this is Lindsey. Lindsey, Matt, Sam...

Jenna: Jenna.

Dean: Jenna, right, right. Why don't you sit on down. Everybody, I'll get us some drinks maybe, huh?

Lindsey: Dean, taking orders tonight?

Dean: Sure, why not? How about, uh, I don't know, tequila shooters all around? Sound good? Oh, I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'll get a Shirley temple for the little convent girl. I'll be right back.

Felicia: Rachel, look who's here. You know, we've been worried about you.

Amanda: Hi, sorry I'm late.

Felicia: It's all right. You didn't miss a thing -- a few bean curd whatever those things are, and, uh --

Frankie: Vegetarian lasagna.

Amanda: Oh, what a shame.


Frankie: We were waiting for you before we started opening the gifts.

Amanda: Well, that's why my contribution.

Frankie: It's a very large and lovely contribution. Ok, you settle down. Everybody, get yourselves comfortable, and I will sit next to Sharlene --

Sharlene: All right.

Frankie: With pen -- pencil and pad in hand, and make a list of all the gifts.

Rachel: I was worried about you, honey. How did things go with Sam?

Amanda: Predictable. We had another fight.

Rachel: About what?

Amanda: He overheard you talking to me about the research that I'm doing for Jake's article.

Rachel: Oh, and he didn't like that idea.

Amanda: I don't care what he doesn't like, Mom. He has no right to tell me what to do.

Rachel: Well, maybe he does because he cares about you.

Sharlene: All right, where do I start?

Frankie: Ok, now, this is the way it's gonna go. I will hand them to you like so --

Sharlene: Like so.

Frankie: And you open them and you have to do it really fast, because we're all dying to ooh and aah.

[Doorbell rings]

Felicia: Oh, why don't you get that, and I'll take over the secretarial duties.

Frankie: Oh, thank you.

Felicia: This is from Rachel.

Sharlene: Rachel, thank you. Oh, look at this.

Frankie: Hey.

Olivia: I bet it's all over.

Frankie: No, no, she just got here. She just started opening gifts.

Olivia: Oh, good.

Frankie: Come on, take off your coat and I'll get you some tea.

Sharlene: All right -- oh, Amanda!

Amanda: Please, tell me you don't already have one.

Sharlene: I certainly don't.

Amanda: Oh, good.

Sharlene: And this is too much.

Amanda: Oh, no, no.

Sharlene: This is too --

Amanda: This is the best. It straps into the car with no problem. You can use it for up to a year.

Sharlene: Yeah?

Amanda: Yeah.

Sharlene: Oh, I can't believe it. This is wonderful. You know, is it true that you went through labor -- you started labor halfway through your shower?

Amanda: Um, yeah. It was great timing, right, Mom?


Rachel: The difficulty was finding Sam.

Amanda: And I knew I was not about to go through labor without him, so --

Rachel: Well, it was a good thing we found him. Otherwise, she'd still be pregnant.

Amanda: Mom.


Amanda: He really was wonderful, though. He was the best coach.

Sharlene: Yeah?

Amanda: Just when I was ready to check out, he was right there, keeping me going. He -- he really was wonderful. I'll never forget that day, when we first held our baby in our arms. It was great.

Felicia: [Clears throat] Uh, I think you'd better give her another gift right now.

Frankie: Got you. Ok, next present. Uh, let me see what we've got here. This one, this beautiful package is from -- ah, it's from me.

Sharlene: Oh, I'm sure it will be wonderful.

Frankie: Yes, it will be. Oh, thank you.

Rachel: You all right? What are you doing?

Amanda: I'm going to go, Mom.

Rachel: Honey.

Amanda: I have to. I have a business appointment.

Rachel: Now?

Amanda: Yes, I'm meeting somebody at Sassy's.

Rachel: Since when did "Sophisticate" do business at Sassy's?

Amanda: This is actually a contact that I'm meeting for the research on the article.

Rachel: Honey, you just got here.

Amanda: Um, just apologize to Sharlene for me, ok? Tell her I will call her tomorrow and I'll straighten everything out, ok?

Olivia: Amanda, I hope you're not leaving on my account.

Amanda: Now, why would I do that?

Olivia: I love hearing about your life with Sam. It helps me understand how to make him happy.

Vicky: Why did Marley have to say anything?

Donna: She's worried about you.

Vicky: Do you think I shot Jake?

Donna: I think -- I think Marley thinks that.

Vicky: She's only saying that because --

Donna: What? What, Victoria?

Vicky: You know what I find really hard to believe? That you would actually think I would do it. It's crazy.

Donna: You -- you did go to the loft. That's a fact.

Vicky: Yes, that's a fact, big deal.

Donna: Well, you had her coat on. Now, that's how Jake's blood got on the coat.

Vicky: I don't know how Jake's stupid blood got on the coat!

Donna: Victoria, you were upset --

Vicky: And so was half of Bay City -- including you. Everybody knew he was in deep with the loan sharks. Those guys don't mess around.

Donna: Then you're saying --

Vicky: I'm not saying anything, just like you weren't.

Donna: I know that I've lied to you in the past.

Vicky: You know, I don't know what's been worse -- when you've lied or when you've come clean.

Donna: Victoria, please, I need you to listen to me.

Vicky: Hanging on every word, mother.

Donna: Lies break up families.

Vicky: I've noticed.

Donna: Tell the truth, darling. I will stand by you. We will all stand by you. You don't have to be afraid.

Vicky: Do I look afraid?

Donna: Yes, you do. You are pale and you're just worn out from worrying.

Vicky: It certainly looks like you've been doing some worrying lately.

Donna: Yes, I have been. I mean, look at what Jake has done to all of our lives. That's why I think that we have to start dealing with the truth.

Vicky: Do you know how weird it sounds to hear the word "truth" come out of your mouth?

Oh, no, you are not --

Donna: You've got the wrong twin, mother. I'm not the one who lied to you. It's Marley. Now, why the hell do you think I've been doing all of this stuff? I went to Jake's and he was shot. Now, who did it if it wasn't Marley?

Matt: Well, I almost didn't ask.

Sam: Yeah, how come?

Matt: Uh, thanks.

Sam: Thanks.

Matt: I was kind of rough on you when you and Amanda were breaking up.

Sam: Yeah, you were. But, you know, we were both going through a lot of stuff, so -- we're friends now, and I hope we always will be.

Matt: Right, me, too.

Sam: So tell me what's going on. What do you and Dean have in mind?

Matt: Well, we haven't really zeroed in on exactly what we want, but it's big.

Lindsey: Anybody got a light?

Dean: Mm-hmm. I got one right here. Here you go.

Dean: What are you looking at?

Lindsey: Your friend Matt. He's in one of my classes at Bay City U. He's hot.

Dean: Oh, yeah, he's hot? I wouldn't know.

Lindsey: Tell him I said so, ok? But be subtle. Tell him I think he looks kind of interesting, see how he reacts.

Dean: I don't think he's gonna react too well when he sees you smoking that stupid cigarette.

Lindsey: Oh, come on. I bet he's cooler than that.

Dean: "Cool" is not the exact word that I would use to describe Matt.

Lindsey: You're just jealous.

Dean: I'm jealous?

Jenna: Uh, excuse me. I've got to go call Felicia.

Dean: Felicia. Tell my favorite person a big hello from me, would you? And thank her for all her warmth and hospitality the other night. I really appreciate it.

Jenna: I'm not even gonna tell her you're here.

Woman: Why in the hell should I take anything from you?

Man: Here we go again.

Woman: What, "here we go again"?

Man: Why don't you make another scene for a change?

Woman: Why don't you just stop staring at every other woman in this place?

Man: So now I can't look at another girl.

Woman: Yeah, that's right. I've just had it!

Jenna: Excuse me.

Woman: No, I won't excuse you.

Jenna: I just have to make a phone call.

Woman: Do you know her?

Man: No, I don't know her.

Woman: Yeah, right. Why doesn't she tell me? So tell me, do you know him? Answer me. Answer me!

Michael: Honey, you are going to screw it up if you keep doing that.

Marley: What?

Michael: Looking at Jamie. I mean, those reporters aren't total idiots, you know.

Marley: I'm sorry.

Michael: Don't apologize. Just don't look at him, ok? Remember, if this works out, the D.A. will have one less motive to throw at the jury.

Marley: I know. It's just not easy to see him with somebody else, especially Stacey.

Michael: Why, what's the big deal?

Marley: Well, they were engaged once.

Michael: Oh, really?

Marley: Are you surprised?

Michael: Uh, actually, yeah. I'd forgotten.

Marley: Oh, well, it was a long time ago. But from what I've heard, it was a pretty passionate relationship.

Stacey: Jamie, I know we said that we'd hold hands through the meal, but I ordered fettuccini, and I'm a righty. Come on, I thought you'd at least smile over that one.

Jamie: I'm sorry.

Stacey: You're going to make it through this.

Jamie: I keep thinking that none of this would have happened if I hadn't let Marley talk me out of going with her.

Stacey: Stop it. Quit beating yourself up over this. It's finished, done.

Jamie: Yeah, done.

Stacey: Come on, smile at me. Touch my cheek or something, you know, like you're falling madly in love with me, remember?

Jamie: Mm. Marley told me that if I came with her, it would only infuriate Jake, make things worse. How could they be any worse than they are now?

Stacey: Listen, tomorrow Cass is gonna work magic on that jury.

Jamie: He has to. I really have to find a way to be with Marley tonight.

Stacey: You're only looking for trouble.

Jamie: I have to be with her, Stace.

Stacey: Jamie.

Jamie: Excuse me.

Stacey: Jamie, where are you going?

Michael: Excuse me -- hey, will you talk to me? Hey, dear?

Marley: Sorry.

Michael: Talk to me, ok? That's what I'm there for. I don't want you to keep everything inside.

Marley: I just don't think you're going to like what I have to say.

Michael: Why?

Marley: I never should have told you that Vicky went to Jake's that night.

Michael: Honey, I'm glad that you did.

Marley: I'm worried about her. What if it doesn't work out? What if I can't protect her in court?

Donna: Did Marley tell you that she shot Jake? Talk to me, Victoria.

Vicky: I wish to hell you were the kind of mother I could talk to, but you never have been.

Donna: Why?

Vicky: Because I can't trust you.

Donna: That may have been true once, but not now. Talk to me, please. We have to work together. We've got to save each other.

Vicky: Don't you see that that is what I have been trying to do?

Donna: You're all alone. Darling, let me help you. Let me be the mother you want. Give me a chance.

Vicky: Ok, fine. You've got to promise me -- you've got to swear that you will not tell anybody what I'm going to tell you tonight.

Donna: I swear, not a word.

Vicky: [Sighs] The night I went to Jake's, he had already been shot.

Donna: You said that.

Vicky: I came home from the opera early.

Donna: Why?

Vicky: Because I felt like Marley was in terrible trouble, which she was. She came home and she was a wreck. I had never seen her like that before.

Donna: But that could have been because she had to fight Jake off. He tried to rape her.

Vicky: That's not how it happened.

Donna: You mean he didn't try to rape her?

Vicky: He -- all right, that -- that part is true. He did try to rape her.

Donna: Then why did you say that that's not how it happened?

Vicky: Because I haven't been able to get my brain working lately. Listen to me. You've got to trust me. Marley had plenty of reasons to shoot Jake. She came home, she was a wreck. I went to Jake's, and he'd been shot. I can't stand it, but I think Marley did it.

Donna: That's why you've been so protective of her.

Vicky: Mother, I would do anything to keep her out of prison -- anything.

Jenna: No.

Woman: No, what?

Jenna: No, I don't know him. I've never seen him before in my life.

Dean: Oh, what's going on over here?

Woman: Who are you?

Dean: I'm her boyfriend. And if you don't get your hands off --

Man: Hey --

Dean: I'm going -- well, if you don't do that, I'm gonna get very annoyed with you.

Man: Stella, let her go, now. Leave the kid alone.

Stella: Fine, I will. And keep your hands off Dave, you got that?

Jenna: I will.

Stella: [Scoffs] Maybe if your boyfriend over here took better care of you, you wouldn't have to come on to every guy in this place.

Dean: Oh, yeah? Oh, yeah, well, I'm planning on keeping her ecstatic. How's that? Come on. Crazy people.

Jenna: Thanks.

Dean: Why do you go messing with people?

Jenna: I was just trying to get by them.

Dean: Oh, yeah? Is that what you were doing? Don't you know anything? Can't you tell when people are fighting, can't you?

Jenna: How am I supposed to know they're crazy?

Dean: [Sighs] You've got to assume to yourself that people are crazy, all right? You come into a place like this, you expect the worst. If you don't, you shouldn't even come into a place like this.

Jenna: What are you saying?

Dean: What I'm saying is, you gotta give creeps like that a lot of space. Stay away from them. Otherwise, you stay out of places like this, all right?

Jenna: Oh, yeah?

Dean: Yes.

Jenna: Well, if you don't know how to be a good cat burglar, you should stay out of other people's apartments.

Dean: Excuse me, what's that supposed to mean?

Jenna: Figure it out.

Dean: Wait, wait -- no. I wasn't stealing anything. You understand that? I wasn't --

Jenna: Says who, you?

Dean: I had something important to do, but you wouldn't understand that.

Jenna: Yeah, well, I gotta make a phone call.

Dean: [Sighs] I'm getting more and more popular every day. I think it's this incredible charisma that I seem to have.

Lindsey: Having problems?

Dean: Yeah, what do you want, Lindsey, huh?

Lindsey: I just wanted to know if you'd had a chance --

Dean: Oh, would you just buzz off, all right? Buzz off, 'cause I -- you want to go get tight with Matt, go get tight with him, all right? But I wasn't put on this earth to help you or anybody else get tight with Matt Cory, all right? All right, sweetie? [Sighs deeply]

Amanda: Um, what do you say we sit down?

Dave: Good timing. My old lady just left for her night job.

Amanda: Hmm.

Sharlene: Oh, Taylor, Taylor.

Felicia: I want that.

[Sharlene laughs]

Felicia: When this kid finishes, tell him to give it to me, will you?

Taylor: I knew you'd be getting all these little outfits.

Sharlene: Well, I have just the perfect place for it in the nursery.

Frankie: And at last, finally, she is done.

Sharlene: And I thank everyone for being here and for all these lovely things, and -- gosh, we just feel great.

Frankie: We feel great. Ok, everybody, it's time for you all to attack the food because I hate leftovers. Cass hates my cooking. And if you don't eat it, I'll have to throw it all out.

Felicia: Really.

Frankie: Don't say a word.

Sharlene: I'm so glad you could be here.

Olivia: Well, thanks, but I'm really not sure I should have come.

Sharlene: It's difficult being here with Amanda, isn't it?

Olivia: No, no, it's no big deal, really. I can handle that. It's just that, um --

Sharlene: What?

Olivia: It's just -- it's just that I hate it. I really hate it. Every time I turn around, up pops some heartwarming little story about how Sam and Amanda had the best love affair, the best wedding, the best baby, the best everything.

Sharlene: Well, they didn't have the best everything. They are divorced.

Olivia: Sometimes it doesn't seem like it. Tell me something. How am I ever supposed to compete with all those memories?

Sharlene: Olivia, you can't. You have to make your own life with Sam. You have to forget what they had.

Olivia: Well, what if Sam can't?

Sharlene: Let's just -- let it go, and soon you will have wonderful memories and Sam will have wonderful memories with you.

Olivia: I hope so.

Sharlene: It'll all turn around for you, you'll see. You'll see.

Olivia: Ok, thanks.

Frankie: You know what this party needs?

Rachel: What?

Frankie: Sex.

Rachel: Excuse me?

Frankie: The infallible sex-of-the-baby test.

Rachel: Ah.

Frankie: You know, lighten things up a little bit?

Rachel: Absolutely. I think lightening things up would be appropriate.

Frankie: I hope you understand why I felt -- I wanted to invite Olivia, you know --

Rachel: Oh, yes, of course I understand. It's ok. Amanda was just -- had a meeting to go to.

Frankie: Good, ok. All right, everybody, gather around. It's time for Frankie Frame's incredible, amazing, sex-of-the-baby test.

Felicia: Oh, well, wow! This is the moment I've been waiting for, of course.

Frankie: You didn't think I would forget this, did you? Ok, come on 'round here, big mama.


Frankie: All right, everybody --

Sharlene: She can call me that.

Frankie: Yes, I can get away with calling you that. This is how it works. We dim the light, we get the thread, you give me that wedding ring, and then we find out if he is a "he" or she is a "she."

All: Ooh!


Donna: Marley -- you think she's guilty?

Vicky: I've just never seen her that upset. That's why I told her to keep silent.

[Knock on door]

Vicky: Can you get that for me? Thanks.

Donna: That would be Ryan. I -- I should be going.

Vicky: I'm sorry you had to find out this way.

Donna: I'd rather hear it from you than from anyone else.

Donna: Try to rest.

Vicky: I will. Don't worry.

Donna: [Scoffs] Right. I'll see you in the morning.

Donna: Good night, Ryan.

Ryan: Good night. How'd that go?

Vicky: Well, it could have been worse. What's in the bag?

Ryan: [Foreign accent] Ah, this is a wonder drug. [Normal voice] Cures whatever ails you.

Vicky: Smells like chicken soup.

Ryan: [Laughs] Actually, it's hot and sour soup from Uncle Woo's.

Vicky: [Chuckles] After hospital food, Uncle Woo's actually sounds pretty good.

Ryan: Why don't you just eat this and I'll go find some blankets.

Vicky: Ryan, I don't have time to eat soup.

Ryan: Oh, sure you do. You're not doing anything. You're not going anywhere until you get some rest.

Vicky: Ryan --

Ryan: That's doctor's orders.

Vicky: I was not hallucinating. I saw Jake and I saw a woman in his room.

Ryan: Where are your blankets?

Vicky: She could be helping him, Ryan.

Ryan: Ah.

Vicky: Do you understand that we are wasting time? I've got to find her.

Ryan: Shh. Vicky --

Vicky: What if she knows something that could get Marley off?

Amanda: Come on, Dave. You've got to know something.

Dave: Jake owed you big money, huh?

Amanda: Yeah. It's a real cinch now that he's in the hospital. We can't talk, you know.

Dave: Yeah, well, the guy had a way about him, that's for sure.

Amanda: He had a way of getting what he wanted out of people, if that's what you mean.

Dave: Truth is, I'm the same way, once you get to know me.

Amanda: You know, rumor has it that any time Jake was, you know, having kind of a tough time, he would come to you to hock something.

Dave: Yeah, so?

Amanda: Well, how deep was he in it in the end?

Dave: What's it to you?

Amanda: Because, I mean, I figure we are in the same boat. He owes you money, he owes me money, so, you know, I thought maybe we could just work together.

Dave: How about dancing together instead?

Amanda: Now?

Dave: Yeah. You know what they say about all work and no play.

Amanda: I've never really lived too much by that phrase, ok?

Dave: Yeah, well, I do, and I want to play for a few minutes, so come on.

Amanda: Look, I --

Dave: Come on.

Amanda: Sure, ok.

Dave: Great.

Dean: Well, you see, the way I see it is I gotta work on a sound first, you know, before I go worrying about visuals and, you know, but -- I don't know.

Sam: Hey, I got you.

Dean: Is this -- Sam, I don't mean to bore you. Am I boring you, man?

Sam: No, you're not. I'm sorry, man. Do you know who this guy is over here?

Dean: Oh, yeah. I know that he's a sleaze, and I know that he's a little dangerous when he drinks, but otherwise --

Sam: That's all I need to hear.

Dean: What?

Sam: Hi, excuse me.

Amanda: Sam.

Sam: How about my turn, huh? Let's dance.

Dave: Oh, who the hell is this jerk?

Sam: Take your hands off the girl right now.

Amanda: Uh --

Dave: You want your knees broken --

Sam: Bring it on, right now.

Amanda: Dave, Dave -- look, this guy is an old friend of mine, ok? Why don't we just let me do one little dance -- one dance, and then I'll meet you back at the table, ok?

Dave: Make it fast.

Amanda: What are you doing?

Sam: You ask me that?

Amanda: This guy happens to be Jake's loan shark. I'm researching my article.

Sam: Oh, and that's supposed to make me feel better.

Amanda: You had no right to interfere.

Sam: What am I supposed to do, stand back here while he beats you up?

Amanda: He is not about to do anything like that.

Sam: How do you know that?

Amanda: I'm not on a date with the guy, ok? I'm just trying to find out if maybe there is somebody else out there that wants Jake dead. And now, thanks to you, I think my cover is blown.

Sam: Tough.

Amanda: All right, look, we'll dance. Just try not to make it look suspicious, ok?

Sam: Look, you are in way over your head.

Amanda: I can take care of myself.

Sam: Fine.

Reporter: Miss Winthrop.

Stacey: No comment, again.

Jamie: When Dr. Frame comes back, I want to talk to him.

Stacey: Oh, no kidding.

Reporter: I'll make it worth your while.

Stacey: Sorry, friend, but he's been called away on an emergency at the hospital. Real bummer, huh?

Michael: You're not really jealous seeing Stacey with Jamie, are you?

Marley: No. I just hope all of this pretending doesn't backfire. I --

Michael: I don't like the sound of that.

Marley: I could be found guilty.

Michael: Not if you tell the truth.

Marley: And if I'm found guilty, I could go to jail for at least a couple of years.

Michael: No, that's not gonna happen.

Marley: So do you want me to tell the D.A. that Vicky went to Jake's that night?

Waiter: Excuse me, Mr. Hudson, I'm sorry to disturb you.

Michael: Yes, Franco.

Franco: There's a telephone call for Mrs. McKinnon. It's your housekeeper. She says it's quite urgent.

Marley: Oh, thank you.

Michael: Say hi to Bridget.

Marley: Excuse me. Oh, this phone? [Giggles]

Olivia: Uh, well, did he happen to mention when or if he was coming back? I see, uh -- no, no, uh, no message. Thank you. Good-bye. Sam.

Sam: Hi, what are you doing here?

Olivia: Hi. Uh, where were you?

Sam: You knew I'd be out. What's up?

Olivia: Well, I know, but you weren't here, so where did you go?

Sam: Well, I just had to meet Matt and talk about his new business venture.

Olivia: Oh. You never told me you were going to be this late.

Sam: No, I hadn't planned to be, but something came up at Sassy's, so --

Olivia: Did you see Amanda there?

Sam: Why would you ask that?

Olivia: Well, I heard her say that she was going over to Sassy's when she left Sharlene's shower.

Sam: Yeah, she was there, so?

Olivia: Great, just great.

Sam: What?

Olivia: Well, it's bad enough when the two of you run into each other by coincidence, but when you actively seek her out, it's --

Sam: I did not seek her out.

Olivia: Oh, just both of you happened to be at Sassy's at exactly the same time?

Sam: Hold it, hold it. When did we get married, Olivia?

Olivia: What is that supposed to mean?

Sam: That you have no right to treat me like I'm cheating on you. I have nothing to prove to you, Olivia, so back off.

Olivia: Fine, I will. All the way.

[Sam groans]

Matt: Let me grab that for you.

Jenna: Ok.

Matt: I could stay a little while, if that's ok.

Jenna: Here.

Matt: Oh, there you go.

Jenna: Um, you know, that'd be great, but, well, I'm going back to boarding school soon, so I should pack and stuff.

Matt: Oh, right, yeah, ok. Well, maybe I'll see you again sometime soon. And who knows? I could come out and visit you, maybe.

Jenna: Sure, I'd like that.

Matt: I know you've had a rough time here.

Jenna: Yeah, but I learned a lot, and met a lot of really nice people, so -- thanks for taking me out tonight, Matthew.

Matt: No problem. Take care of yourself, ok?

[Music playing]

Frankie: Ok, now, the swing and the car seat, I'll have Cass drop those by in the morning, and I'll pack -- mwah -- I'll pack everything up for you.

[Phone rings]

Sharlene: Oh, thanks.

Frankie: That's ok. Hold on one second. Hello? Hi. Uh, I don't have that stuff down here. Can you wait a second? Great. Ok, Sharlene? I have to run upstairs. Wait for me, ok?

Sharlene: Ok, fine.

Taylor: Sharlene --

Sharlene: You know, look at these things. Can you believe all this wonderful stuff --

Taylor: Sharlene, how did you find out the party was today and not tomorrow?

Sharlene: I went by Sassy's to see Dean, get a bite to eat, and then he knew -- what?

Taylor: You were at Sassy's?

Sharlene: Yes, you remember I told you earlier today that I was hungry, so I went for some lunch, then see Dean and -- what's -- what are you looking at me like that for?

Taylor: Oh, I don't mean to be so obvious, it's just -- I'm sorry.

Sharlene: No, the -- Sassy's is a problem? You think it's like Sharly, don't you?

Taylor: I didn't say that.

Sharlene: But that's what you were thinking, isn't it?

Taylor: I worry about you.

[Sharlene groans]

Taylor: I know that you resent that sometimes, but I worry. I just think that it's interesting that you would go to a place like Sassy's rather than to your own shower.

Sharlene: You don't think I'm all better, do you?

Taylor: I don't even know what that means.

Sharlene: I'm not sure I do, either. But I guess that's natural, isn't it? To -- to be afraid that it could all happen again?

Taylor: It's very natural. It's also the reason why I want you to know that I'm here if you need me.

Sharlene: Taylor, I cannot let anything, anything happen to my life with John. Keep an eye out on me, would you? As a friend, please?

Taylor: Of course.

Ryan: Thank you.

Vicky: Well?

Ryan: Nothing. Same answers from everybody as from before.

Vicky: [Sighs]

Ryan: Jake couldn't have walked anywhere. Not only that, nobody but you and Paulina saw anyone coming out of his room.

Vicky: Wait -- so I wasn't the only one?

Ryan: I'll buy the fact that you saw what you saw, but I also know that Jamie had you under heavy sedation.

Vicky: I'm going to find that woman.

Ryan: No, you're not. You're gonna stay right here. Let me take care of you and nurse you back to health. Now, come on. Don't tell me you don't feel better already.

Vicky: You're pretty good at this nursing stuff. You must've had a lot of practice.

Ryan: No, it's the patient. I've never cared for one the way that I care for you.

Marley: Oh, Jamie, I hate doing this to you.

Jamie: Oh, you can put me through this as much as you want.

Marley: I mean, making you hide.

Jamie: As long as I'm with you, that's all that matters to me, Marley. I love you so much. The minute this trial is over --

Marley: Mm-hmm.

Jamie: I'm gonna be waiting outside that courtroom with a couple of airline tickets, and we are gonna take off for Nice and pretend none of this ever happened.

Marley: Oh --

Jamie: Mm.

Michael: Excuse me. Hi, how's Victoria?

Donna: Well, I think she's going to be all right. Michael --

Michael: What?

Donna: No matter what anybody thinks, our daughters did not shoot Jake.

Michael: Donna, I know that. And I promise you I'll find the person who did, and I will make them pay for making us all suffer like this.

Reporter: Excuse me. Mrs. McKinnon, please, just a couple of questions.

Marley: I have nothing to say.

Michael: Excuse me. No, no questions now. Leave my daughter alone. All right, gentlemen, just back off.

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