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Another World Transcript Friday 12/22/06

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Vicky: I thought I'd find you here.

Marley: I've been doing a lot of thinking.

Vicky: About what? The surprise witness?

Marley: About us.

Vicky: Oh.

Marley: What have we done, Vicky?

Cass: Hey, if you're not careful, I'll never get my tie tied.

Frankie: Who says I want the tie tied?

Cass: Who says I want your jacket buttoned?

Frankie: Who said I want this shirt on?

Cass: Who said I wanted you to talk?

Frankie: Mm -- mm!

Frankie: If we don't get you to court on time --

Cass: Judge Woods will have me drawn and quartered, right?

Frankie: That's right.

Cass: But you know what? It will be worth it.

Frankie: I haven't seen you like this in a long time -- relaxed, happy.

Cass: You're the reason for that.

Frankie: Me?

Cass: You. Because of you, Marley might go free at the end of the day, and whoever really shot Jake will be behind bars.

Shana's voice: This is Shana Barr with more inside info on our "Sisters in silence." The suspense continues to build in the never-a-dull-moment McKinnon trial. "What now," you say? How could this plot possibly thicken? Well, according to my sources, a surprise witness is going to be called today who could blow the D.A.'s case right out of the water. Apparently there is strong evidence that someone other than demure defendant Marley McKinnon was in Jake's loft the night he was nearly fatally shot. We are waiting for more details, but for now, suffice it to say this unknown guest has been traced by a single strand of her hair, meaning of course that the surprise witness is without a doubt of the female persuasion. So who is this mystery lady, this woman of silence in Jake McKinnon's life? Stay tuned for the next Shana Barr exclusive --

Michael: Donna? Honey, time to get going.

Sharlene: [Whispering] What?

John: Good morning.

Sharlene: Good morning. How long have you been up?

John: Oh, up long enough to make you this fabulous breakfast.

Sharlene: It's wonderful. [Laughs]

John: There you are. I think I may have overcooked the eggs just a tad and undercooked the oatmeal just a smidge.

Sharlene: No, I'm sure it's fine.

John: Well, to compensate for that, I used the good China because I overheard someone say once that presentation is everything.

Sharlene: Mm -- mm, it's fine.

John: Is it?

Sharlene: Thank you.

John: And how are you?

Sharlene: I'm fine.

John: You seemed a little anxious last night.

Sharlene: Did I?

John: Yeah. At the awards ceremony and then again when we got home.

Sharlene: Well, maybe I was. It was quite a night.

John: I agree with that.

[Phone rings]

John: Hello? Oh, yeah. Yeah, hi. Yes, she is. Did she? All right. Yep, she's right here. It's for you.

Sharlene: No, who is it? Who is it?

John: It's Al from Sassy's.

Sharlene: Why would Al be calling me here?

John: I don't know, but there's one way to find out.

Sharlene: No, I don't want to talk to him. Just tell him I'm sick, tell him anything, just get rid of him, John, please?

John: Sharlene --

Rachel: Oh, good morning. I was just coming to wake you up.

Ken: When did you get up?

Rachel: With the birds. I felt great, so I came down and fixed us some stuff.

Ken: You should've gotten me up, too.

Rachel: You didn't move a muscle when I got up. You were sleeping like a log.

Ken: Well, I had a very full night last night.

Rachel: Did you really?

Ken: How did you sleep?

Rachel: I slept really well, but I tend to do that when you're here.

Ken: It won't be long before we're together every night.

Rachel: I think I can handle that.

Ken: Who is the telegram from?

Rachel: Oh, Sandy and Blaine. They say, "we couldn't be happier about your engagement. We know Ken must be a wonderful man."

Ken: Wonderful sleeper, anyway.

Rachel: Oh, very charming and witty and humorous and altogether perfect.

Ken: No, I'm not perfect

Rachel: Yes, you are.

Ken: Not even close.

Rachel: Perfect for me.

Ken: I love you.

Rachel: Good. So many cards in that -- from people. They're so happy for me.

Ken: And you?

Rachel: Oh, I couldn't be happier.

Ken: You ain't seen nothing yet.

Rachel: Sometimes I wish --

Ken: What?

Rachel: That the children had found some happiness.

Ken: They will.

Rachel: And then there's Paulina.

Paulina: What about Paulina?

Rachel: Oh, good morning, darling.

Paulina: Are you talking about me?

Rachel: I'm worried about you -- you know that.

Paulina: Well, don't be. I'll be fine. I just came in to say goodbye. I'm on my way to court.

Rachel: Well, why don't you wait a few minutes? Ken can get ready and then we'll join you.

Paulina: What are you talking about?

Rachel: We're going with you.

Paulina: But --

Rachel: Why don't you hurry, ok?

Paulina: Rachel, no. You don't have to go with me.

Rachel: I know I don't have to. But I want to and I'm sure Ken does, too.

Ken: Yeah. Of course.

Rachel: We're family now. Families do things for each other.

Vicky: I'm not sure I know what you mean.

Marley: We have kept so many secrets.

Vicky: For good reason.

Marley: But someone else is going to be implicated.

Vicky: So?

Marley: Vicky, that person could be innocent.

Vicky: Marley, where is all of this coming from? You are the only one on trial here. The important thing, the only thing is that you go free. Somebody else shot Jake, didn't they?

Marley: Yes. Somebody else shot him.

Ryan: Vicky, you're not supposed to be here. If the bailiff catches you --

Vicky: No, no, the court isn't in session. I just wanted to talk to Marley.

Ryan: It's too bad you're not going to be here. It's going to be a big day. It's good news.

Marley: We'll see.

Vicky: Officer Harrison, come over here for a minute.

Ryan: What's wrong?

Vicky: Well, everything is going to be right because of you. Well, I mean, you and Frankie, and I just...want to make sure that you don't get in too much trouble.

Ryan: Me? Why?

Vicky: Why? Because you've broken a couple of rules to help Marley and me.

Ryan: I may have bent a couple here and there. I'm a by-the-book cop, remember?

Vicky: Testifying for Cass today -- is that going to mess things up for Morgan --

Ryan: Would you stop worrying and start smiling? C'mon, Vicky. This whole trial could be over today. And it's definitely going to be over for you if the bailiff comes in here and catches you.

Vicky: All right, all right, I want to just -- I wanted to say thank you.

Ryan: See, there's that smile again. I haven't seen it nearly enough lately.

Vicky: Maybe you'll see more of it after today.

Ryan: Promise?

Vicky: You were right about that bailiff guy. I think I'm going to get out of here.

Ryan: Mm-hmm.

How are you holding up?

Marley: Eh.

Ryan: Listen, I've got to check some notes. I don't want to mess up when I give my testimony today.

Marley: I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be rude just then.

Ryan: No, you've got a lot of things on your mind.

Marley: I know Vicky was thanking you, and I want to thank you, too.

Ryan: No, there's no need.

Marley: There is a need. You've done everything you can for us.

Ryan: Glad I could help.

Marley: There may be something else that you could help me with, too.

Ryan: Like what?

Marley: Nobody has been able to tell me whose hairs were on Jake's shirt.

[Door opens]

Marley: Can you tell me?

Cass: You'll know soon enough.

Marley: Cass, this is driving me crazy. Why do I have to wait?

Cass: Because I think it's for the best. I will promise you one thing, though. Before today is over, somebody besides you is going to have a lot of explaining to do.

Sharlene: Is this all right?

John: Yeah. That looks great.

Sharlene: Good, because this is about the only thing I have these days that fits anymore, and this is growing tighter and tighter by the minute.

John: Sharlene, I --

Sharlene: I was thinking of buying some more maternity clothes, John, but I think it's a waste. Because, you know, I've only got a few more weeks to go, so --

John: Sharlene?

Sharlene: Yeah?

John: About the call from Al.

Sharlene: Yeah, did you make my excuses for me, John?

John: Yes, as a matter of fact, I did. I told him that you were indisposed. I don't think he knew what that meant, but then, neither do I.

Sharlene: Thank you.

John: I think you should call him.

Sharlene: No.

John: The reason he was calling was because --

Sharlene: I don't want to hear it, John.

John: You left a baby care book there.

Sharlene: What?

John: A baby care book. You left it at Sassy's when you went to see Dean. Al was calling because he wanted to know if it would be all right if he dropped it off here for you.

Sharlene: Well then, I guess I'll call him.

John: You know, I think I know what's going on here.

Sharlene: You do?

John: And I think that it's my fault.

Sharlene: I don't understand.

John: When Grant was in the picture, I reacted very negatively to any part of your life where I felt I didn't belong. So when you went to see Al or your other friends at the bar where you were working, or whenever you acted the least bit like Sharly, I went crazy. I know that that's part of the reason why you ran away.

Sharlene: John, that's all behind us now --

John: I know it is, I know. You're home and we are happy. Sharlene, there's something else that I really think that you need to know, and that is that I love every part of you. That's why I want you to feel free to go wherever you want to go, talk to whoever you want to talk to. I will respect whatever you do. I don't want you to feel like I am judging you, because I am not. I will never do that to you again, I promise you.

Sharlene: I love you.

John: Nothing is going to come between us again, Sharlene -- ever.

Taylor: I tried calling you last night. Yes, I'm still seeing John. That's why I'm calling you, mother. I had the most wonderful time with him. Yeah, last night. He was so sweet. And he looked so handsome. What? Well, I want him to meet you, too, eventually. It's just -- well, right now we're having a little problem. Mm-hmm. Well, his ex-wife is in town, and she's causing some trouble. No. No, it's nothing that I can't handle. Mm-hmm. Mom, I've got to go, ok? I'll talk to you soon. [Kisses] I love you, bye.

Michael: He's started.

Donna: Sorry. It's all my fault that we're late.

Michael: Look, are you worried about taking the stand today?

Donna: No, no.

Michael: Because Cass wasn't sure. He wasn't definite that he was going to do that.

Donna: I know.

Michael: Did you talk to him?

Donna: No. It's just that I haven't been sleeping since this trial began and it's starting to catch up with me.

Michael: Don't worry about it. I think today things are going to start looking up for us.

Donna: I know. Let's go in.

Cass: Detective Harrison, in referring back to your direct testimony for the prosecution, you made a statement that really interested me. When asked about the hairs that were found on Jake McKinnon's clothing the night that he was shot, you replied that one of the hair samples tested matched Marley McKinnon's.

Ryan: That's right.

Cass: Is it true that some of the hairs recovered were not tested?

Morgan: Objection, your honor.

Judge Woods: Overruled, Ms. Graves. You allowed the testimony yourself.

Morgan: Well, your honor, the people have stated their dissatisf --

Judge Woods: Sit down, Ms. Graves. Proceed, Mr. Winthrop.

Cass: Thank you, your honor. To repeat for the sake of clarity, one of the hairs that was tested matched the defendant's.

Ryan: That's right.

Cass: But there were hairs that were not tested for positive identification. Isn't that correct?

Ryan: Not at first, no.

Cass: Could you please explain to the court why they weren't?

Ryan: Well, the standard operating procedure in the lab is to test until a match has been made, and that's what they did in this case.

Cass: The fact is, three strands were tested, but only after the technicians tested that third strand did they find a match for Marley McKinnon's.

Ryan: That's right.

Cass: They matched Marley's hair, and then closed the file on the case?

Ryan: Correct.

Cass: But the other four hairs were still in evidence and eventually they too were tested. And the two hairs that we know did not match Marley McKinnon's were retested. Would you please explain how all of that came about?

Ryan: Another officer and myself --

Morgan: This evidence was obtained irregularly, your honor.

Judge Woods: I've already ruled on your objection, counselor. This court is allowing introduction of the evidence. Go on, Mr. Winthrop.

Cass: You and another officer took the strands of hair?

Ryan: But at no time was the chain of custody broken for the evidence. The evidence was in police custody the entire time.

Cass: And these untested hairs were then tested in the same manner as the strand of Marley's hair?

Ryan: Yes.

Cass: Tested to determine their genetic makeup?

Ryan: Right.

Cass: And then compared to the genetic makeup of other hair samples that had been gathered?

Ryan: Yes, that's right.

Cass: Including the defendant's?

Ryan: Yes, strands from Mrs. McKinnon were in the evidence.

Cass: And is it a fact that at least one of the hairs did not match Marley McKinnon's?

Morgan: This officer does not qualify as an expert witness, your honor.

Cass: Your honor, Detective Harrison has witnessed the written report that was signed by an expert, the supervising technician.

Judge Woods: Objection overruled.

Cass: I repeat, did it so happen that one of the hairs tested not turn out to be Marley McKinnon's?

Ryan: That's correct.

Cass: And was a match made for that hair?

Ryan: Yes, there was.

[Knock on door]

Taylor: Hi. I suppose I should have called.

Sharlene: No, it's ok. Come on in.

Taylor: My early morning session was canceled, so I thought I'd take a chance and maybe you'd be here.

Sharlene: You came all the way out here to take a chance?

Taylor: To tell you that everything is ok.

Sharlene: Everything? What do you --

Taylor: Part of the problem last night with a certain gentleman?

Sharlene: Yes?

Taylor: It's all taken care of.

Sharlene: Really?

Taylor: I tracked down Roger Frank earlier this morning. I thought I'd have one final chance to try to explain to him why you gave him your phone number.

Sharlene: What did you say?

Taylor: It was a little farfetched, but he bought it.

Sharlene: Well, go on.

Taylor: Well, I told him that you'd only given it to him because you thought perhaps his wife would like to get in touch with you to thank you for the earrings.

Sharlene: What did he say?

Taylor: He said you were a very considerate person.

Sharlene: Well, Taylor, thank you.

Taylor: You relieved?

Sharlene: Yes, very. I still can't believe that I did that. I -- I really --

John: I thought I heard a conversation out here.

Taylor: John, I thought you were supposed to be in the hospital.

John: Changed shifts.

Taylor: Oh, I didn't realize.

John: I'm glad you're here. I was going to call you today.

Taylor: You were?

John: Yeah, I've been wanting to talk to you. Do you have some free time now?

Taylor: Um, I've got a session in about another hour.

John: Well, good, that's great. This won't take long. Sharlene, you mind?

Sharlene: No, not at all. I've got some things to do.

Taylor: You seem so serious.

John: I am.

Taylor: So what's this all about?

John: You, and the way you've been acting lately.

Taylor: I don't -- I don't understand.

John: I think you do. I think we both have a very clear understanding of what you've been doing.

Taylor: John, I really -- I don't know what you're talking about.

John: Taylor, ever since Sharlene got back, you have been hovering over her. Every time I turn around, you're on the phone with her or you're visiting her here.

Taylor: So you think it's too much?

John: Yes, I do.

Taylor: But I'm only trying to help.

John: I know. I know how much you care. Believe me, I can't tell you how much it means to me, because I know that everything that you're doing is because you want everything in her life to be good.

Taylor: Then what's the problem?

John: There are two problems. One, she's no longer your patient, and two, you are ignoring your life. I know that you have your work and I know how conscientious you are about it. But you deserve a social life as well.

Taylor: Please -- now really, I think that's for me to decide.

John: I thought I was your friend.

Taylor: You are.

John: Then why can't you accept that as a friend I am genuinely concerned about you?

Taylor: I just don't see why you should be.

John: Taylor, I don't see you involved with anyone. I don't see you out enjoying yourself.

Taylor: There's nobody I want to be with at the moment.

John: Because you don't have enough time, is that it?

Taylor: No, no, it's not about time.

John: Taylor, you're too -- you are too wonderful a person not to share your life with someone.

Taylor: That's very kind of you to say.

John: I'm only saying it because it's true. Now, if you don't start getting out there and looking for that special someone, if you don't stop focusing on Sharlene and me, then I'm going to start feeling like I'm keeping you from living your life. That's going to make me feel guilty, and I really hate guilt!

Taylor: Oh, I hate guilt, too. Maybe you're right. Maybe I've been getting a little too close. I'll stop.

John: All right. That was -- that was too easy.

Taylor: I can make it a little harder if --

John: No, no, it's great. I just kind of expected to have a little bit of an argument, that's all.

Taylor: I guess I feel that I really can't argue with the truth. So, I'll take your advice and just back off.

John: Listen, Taylor, I hope that you don't take this as a rebuke, because I am very grateful for what you've done.

Taylor: I know you are. But I also know that you need some space. We all do.


Taylor: So I really should be going.

John: All right.

Sharlene: No, not until you've had some lunch. Look, I made a huge salad -- plenty for three of us.

Taylor: No, no, I really can't stay.

Sharlene: Well, then I want you to have these.

Taylor: What?

Sharlene: I made a billion cookies, and I know you never bake, so I would appreciate it if you would take these off our hands.

Taylor: Thank you. I'll enjoy them. So, bye, both of you.

Sharlene: Ok.

[Door closes]

Sharlene: So, what's going on?

John: Nothing.

Sharlene: Did Taylor say anything about me?

John: No, why would she?

Vicky: I'm just so ditzy sometimes. I keep saying I'm going to make a duplicate copy and then I keep forgetting.

Man: Well, I've lost a couple of keys in my day, too.

Vicky: Well, I hate to impose.

Man: Well, some people you don't mind imposing.

Vicky: It's very sweet of you.

Man: Oh, I figure it's sweet of you. Oh, Officer Harrison's going to have some beautiful surprise waiting.

Vicky: Oh, I bet you say that to all the girls. Well, thank you.

Morgan: I object, your honor. Counsel is pulling things out of his hat like some two-bit conjurer.

Cass: Your honor, the District Attorney is objecting repeatedly because she knows what this evidence will do to her case.

Judge Woods: [Bangs gavel] That's enough. The court apologizes to the jury for the conduct of the two counsels and assures it that there will be no further outbursts from either of them. Proceed, Mr. Winthrop.

Cass: Thank you, your honor. Detective Harrison, have you seen this before?

Ryan: Yes, it's the lab report.

Cass: And does it name the person whose hair genetically matches the hair that was found on Jake's clothing that night he was shot?

Ryan: Yes, it does.

Cass: What is that person's name?

Ryan: Paulina Cory.

[Courtroom chatter]


Judge Woods: [Bangs gavel] Pipe down or I'll clear this courtroom.

Cass: No further questions, Detective Harrison.

Your witness.

Morgan: Detective Harrison, just because someone else's hair was found on Mr. McKinnon's person, does that negate the fact that Marley McKinnon's hair was found there as well?

Ryan: No.

Morgan: And of the hairs that were collected -- were a majority of them found to match the defendant's?

Ryan: Yes.

Morgan: How were these new samples obtained?

Cass: Objection.

Judge Woods: Overruled. Answer the question.

Ryan: They were obtained by the investigator for the defense.

Morgan: Mm-hmm. Mrs. Winthrop.

Cass: Objection, your honor. Counsel is free to run her own tests at any time --

Morgan: I must repeat, your honor, that we strongly object to the way that these samples were obtained.

Judge Woods: This evidence has been admitted. Do you understand?

Morgan: Yes, I do.

Judge Woods: Very good. Now, does the prosecution have any more questions for this witness?

Morgan: No, we do not.

Judge Woods: Redirect.

Cass: No, your honor.

Judge Woods: You may step down, Detective Harrison. Before we continue, I think a break would do us all good. This court stands in recess for 20inut.

Bailiff: All rise.

Donna: I knew it, Michael. I knew all along. I was the first one to say that Paulina was involved in this, remember?

Iris: Well, Rachel?

Rachel: I don't want to hear this, Iris.

Iris: What, hear the truth? It's finally going to come out and everyone is going to know.

Rachel: What truth? Nothing's been proved, nothing's come out.

Iris: You wish.

Rachel: You really like this, don't you? Sometimes I think you really are wicked.

Iris: Wicked? You want to know what's wicked? That little tramp posing as Daddy's daughter and conning you into thinking she's a saint. She's not a saint, Rachel. She shot Jake, and she's going to pay for it.

[Reporters talking]

Reporter: You and McKinnon were lovers, right?

Ken: You heard her, no more questions.

Reporter: And you had a fight.

Ken: Come on, get back.

Reporter: Did you shoot him, Paulina?

Ken: You want that camera shoved down your throat?

Reporter: Look, I'm just trying to get a story!

Paulina: [Sniffs] Thank you.

Ken: You're in big trouble.

Paulina: No kidding.

Ken: Listen, you're going to have to make a decision. Cass has proof that you were at the loft that night.

Paulina: I was in the courtroom, Ken. I know what happened.

Ken: What are you going to do about it?

Paulina: What can I do?

Ken: Tell the truth, the whole story.

Paulina: No.

Ken: Paulina, listen to me.

Paulina: No!

Ken: Listen to me. Cass is going to want to know why you were at the loft that night. What reason can you give?

Paulina: I'll think of something.

Ken: Lies aren't going to work anymore, Paulina. We can't keep your secret anymore.

Paulina: I am a Cory, and nobody is going to take that away from me.

Ken: Look at you. How are you going to pull this off?

Paulina: I'll be fine, I'll be fine. I just -- I just need a couple of minutes, all right?

Ken: In a couple of minutes you're going to be back on the witness stand.

Paulina: I know that.

Ken: And what is going to happen then?

Paulina: Why are you doing this to me?

Ken: I'm trying to help you.

Paulina: No, you're not, you're -- [Whispering] I don't know what you're doing.

Ken: Paulina, you saw what happened to Vicky. She's tough, and Morgan Graves got to her.

Paulina: Morgan doesn't want it to be me. She wants it to be Marley.

Ken: What about Cass?

Paulina: I can handle Cass. He's a man, isn't he?

Ken: Paulina, tell the truth. I'm going to tell Rachel the story --

Paulina: No.

Ken: And you're going to march back in the courtroom and you're going to tell the truth.

Paulina: No.

Ken: Paulina, for God's sake, nothing else is going to work anymore except the truth.

Paulina: Ken, you have got to hold off. If you have any feelings left for me at all --

Ken: Of course I do.

Paulina: Then keep quiet, please. I can handle this.

Rachel: Are you all right?

Paulina: Yeah. I knew this was going to happen. I just -- I'm sorry. Please don't worry about me. I'm just going to go to the washroom. I'll get my head together. I'll be back.

Rachel: What did you say to her?

Ken: Rachel, it's time you and I talked.

Cass: So did you get a look at the jurors' faces after Ryan named Paulina?

Frankie: Yeah. They were pretty cool. It's hard to read them.

Cass: That's it for the surprises. No more suspense.

Frankie: What a relief. I knew what was coming and my heart was still pounding away. I couldn't take anymore.

Cass: It's still going to take a miracle to pull this off. Morgan is tough.

Frankie: We'll crack it.

Cass: I have to.

Rachel: I can't go with you, Ken.

Ken: What I have to say to you is terribly important.

Rachel: Paulina may be going on the witness stand. I have to be here for that.

Ken: Rachel --

Rachel: As soon as the court adjourns, we'll go anywhere you like and we'll talk.

Bailiff: All rise.

Judge Woods: Sit down, please. Mr. Winthrop, you may call your next witness.

Cass: Thank you. The defense calls Paulina Cory.

Bailiff: Paulina Cory. Raise your right hand. Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, so help you god?

Paulina: I do.

Judge Woods: Sit down, Miss Cory.

Cass: Miss Cory, what exactly was your relationship to the victim Jake McKinnon?

Paulina: I worked for him.

Cass: That wasn't the extent of it, though, was it?

Paulina: No.

Cass: You also had a personal relationship with him.

Paulina: We dated a few times.

Cass: Dated?

Paulina: For about a month.

Cass: Oh, and during this period, did he take you to the movies or to parties with friends?

Paulina: Not really, no.

Cass: But during this period of dating, Jake somehow managed to bug the telephone in your room, didn't he?

Paulina: I don't know.

Cass: Don't you?

Morgan: Objection, your honor. The witness has already testified that she doesn't know.

Judge Woods: Sustained.

Cass: I withdraw the question.

Ken: [Whispering] You have to come with me right now.

Rachel: [Whispering] I can't.

Ken: If you care anything about me, you'll do it.

Cass: Miss Cory, do you recall speaking to Detective Harrison shortly after the shooting?

Paulina: We spoke several times.

Cass: But on one occasion you gave him your statement?

Paulina: Yes.

Cass: About the last time you saw Jake McKinnon?

Paulina: Yes.

Cass: And what did you tell him?

Paulina: I don't remember word for word.

Cass: When was the last time, or when did you say was the last time you saw Jake McKinnon?

Paulina: I really don't recall what I said.

Cass: Would you take a look at this, please? Is that your signed statement?

Paulina: Yes.

Cass: I marked a passage for you on the next page. Here, down there at the bottom. Do you see that?

Paulina: Yes.

Cass: Perhaps it would refresh your memory if you were to read that and tell the court what it says.

Paulina: It says I say the last time I saw Jake was at Tops.

Cass: On the date that he was shot, I believe it says.

Paulina: I only saw him for a couple of minutes.

Cass: And yet, according to the forensics report that Detective Harrison testified to, your hair was found on Jake's clothing, the clothing that he was wearing that night he was shot. If you're telling the truth, how can that be?

John: You think I was wrong?

Sharlene: No -- no, I guess Taylor has been very involved.

John: A little too involved. It's not good for her.

Sharlene: Well, John, don't you think she should be the judge of that? After all, she's the psychiatrist.

John: But she's lost her objectivity.

Sharlene: So you've asked her to back off?

John: I was afraid that she might get hurt.

Sharlene: Well, are you sure she wasn't?

John: No. Taylor doesn't hide her feelings that well. I think she was a little taken aback at first, but towards the end, she started to smile.

Sharlene: She certainly does deserve a life of her own.

John: You know what?

Sharlene: What?

John: So do we.

Sharlene: Yes, we do.

John: And I've got a confession to make.

Sharlene: What?

John: I meant everything I said to Taylor -- I really do want her to enjoy her life. Well, there was an ulterior motive.

Sharlene: And what might that have been?

John: I want to spend all my free time with you. I don't want to share you with anyone. Is that really selfish?

Sharlene: Yes. That's incredibly selfish.

John: I won't do that.

Sharlene: It's very funny. When I'm with you, I know in my heart that we can overcome anything.

John: I know that, too.

Sharlene: We're going to have a wonderful life, John. You and I and the baby. Nothing's ever going to be able to spoil it, ever.

[Door slams]

Taylor's voice: Finally, we must ask whether the increased need for love actually is a libidinal phenomenon. Freud would certainly answer in the affirmative, because to him, affection is in itself an aim-inhibited sexual desire. If one considers the neurotic need for love as a basically sexual phenomenon, it would be hard to understand why it occurs in those neurotics who have a satisfactory sex life. Furthermore, this concept would necessarily lead us to consider as sexual phenomena not only the desire for affection, but also the desire for protection and recognition. If one puts the emphasis on the insatiability of the neurotic need for love...

[Door closes]

Rachel: Welcome home.

Ken: Nobody's home?

Rachel: No, I don't think so.

Ken: You sure?

Rachel: Well, Hilda's off and Mom is out.

Ken: Good.

Rachel: Why did you want to come back here, Ken? You're frightening me.

Ken: I'm sorry. It's just this is very hard.

Rachel: What is?

Ken: Rachel, before I say anything more, I just want you to know how much I love you.

Rachel: Well, I do know that.

Ken: I've never loved anyone the way I love you.

Rachel: What happened? What happened at the courthouse? You're making it sound as though things could change.

Ken: Yes, they could.

Rachel: How?

Ken: Our lives are very much wrapped up in the testimony that's being given on the stand.

Rachel: Paulina's testimony?

Ken: Yes, what she's telling the court right now, you need to hear from me.

Cass: We're waiting, Miss Cory.

Paulina: I -- I don't understand --

Cass: How could your hair have been found on Jake McKinnon's clothing the night that he was shot if you only saw him for two seconds at Tops?

Paulina: It could've --

Cass: I'm sorry, what?

Paulina: It could've got on him at Tops, or -- or maybe there was a strand laying around the loft from when I worked there.

Cass: Lying around for weeks and weeks?

Paulina: It's possible. I mean, it happens. Hair can get almost anywhere. Jake could've easily picked up a strand on his shirt or --

Cass: I want the truth now, Paulina. We all want the truth now. Did you lie to Detective Harrison about the last time you saw Jake McKinnon? Did you lie?

Paulina: Yes.

Cass: Yes what?

Paulina: [Crying] Yes, I lied.

[Courtroom chatter]

Paulina: I was there the night he was shot.

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