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Another World Transcript Thursday 12/28/06

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Morgan: Whose side are you on, Detective?

Ryan: Just trying to find out who shot Jake McKinnon.

Morgan: I cannot believe that you allowed Winthrop to tamper with evidence.

Ryan: All of the hairs on Jake's clothing should have been tested in the first place.

Morgan: Are you telling me how to do my job?

Ryan: Do you want a conviction, or do you want justice?

Morgan: You know, be aware, Harrison, I've made internal affairs aware of the fact that your methods are rather unorthodox.

Ryan: I haven't done anything wrong.

Morgan: We'll let the review board be the judge of that, won't we? What have we here?

Ryan: Got me.

Amanda: Mom --

Jamie: Hi.

Amanda: Hilda said you wanted to see us.

Rachel: Yes, I wanted to tell you both something.

Jamie: Everything ok?

Rachel: I have broken off my engagement with Ken.

Amanda: What?

Rachel: I just wanted you to know.

Amanda: When did this happen?

Rachel: Last night.

Jamie: This has to do with Paulina, doesn't it?

Paulina: Gosh.

Grant: Hmm, hmm, hmm.

Paulina: Go back to sleep.

Grant: No, where are you going?

Paulina: I've got to go home.

Grant: Why?

Paulina: Because I promised Rachel I'd help her shop for a wedding dress today.

Grant: Rachel can wait. I can't.

Cass: What does it say?

Frankie: Oh, you know, these rags, all gloom and doom.

Cass: Frankie.

Cass: "The case expected to go to the jury tomorrow. Legal experts expect a short deliberation and a verdict of guilty." Lovely.

Frankie: It ain't over till it's over.

Cass: That's baseball, yogi.

Frankie: You still have a shot with Jake's mystery visitor.

Cass: If she's on those tapes from the hospital security camera.

Frankie: I have got some very heavy-duty vibes about this lady, Cass.

Cass: That's inadmissible, Frankie. I need proof.

Frankie: She could crack this case wide-open.

[Doorbell rings]

Marley: Hi --

Cass: Marley.

Marley: Cass, I'm sorry to bother you.

Cass: Are you ok?

Marley: No, I've been thinking about yesterday.

Cass: Come in. Can I get you some tea?

Marley: I want the truth. It's all over, isn't it? I'm going to prison.

Sam: What was that?

Olivia: I -- I just dropped something. It's ok, go back to sleep.

Sam: Oh, what are you doing up?

Olivia: I'll be quiet, I promise. I just -- I just couldn't stay in bed any longer.

Sam: What time is it?

Olivia: It's late. It's really late.

Sam: Late, late? This is early for me.

Olivia: Oh, well, I guess I'm a morning person.

Sam: [Sighs] Last night I was watching you while you were sleeping, and I had this great idea.

Olivia: Really?

Sam: Yeah, I was up till 4 a.m. sketching.

Olivia: I love being your inspiration.

Sam: Hmm, last night was incredible.

Olivia: It was perfect. Close your eyes and rest, ok? I'll do my morning stretches without any music.

Sam: No, once I'm awake, I can't fall back asleep.

Olivia: Oh, well, that's even better. We can rest together.

Sam: Hmm, I should get up.

Olivia: Well, um, why don't you have a shower, and I'll make some breakfast.

Sam: What happened to my jeans that were here last night?

Olivia: They're in the wash.

Sam: Why?

Olivia: They had paint all over them.

Sam: Well, that's the idea. They're my painting pants.

Olivia: Oh, oh, I should have known.

Sam: I hate stiff pants. I hate that.

Olivia: Ah, I'm sorry, Sam.

Sam: It's ok. I'll survive.

Ah, what -- what the hell?

Olivia: What -- what -- what's wrong? What's going on?

Sam: The faucet has icicles coming out of it.

Olivia: Oh, no, did I -- I use all the hot water?

Sam: Oh, no, my -- my -- my fault. I forgot to tell you, there's only enough hot water for one long shower.

Olivia: Ok, well, I'll -- I'll take little short ones or something --

Sam: Yeah, because Amanda would always know that. She just -- oh, man, I am sorry.

Olivia: It's ok. I'm -- I'll take my showers at night or something like that.

Sam: No, no, no, I have a better solution. From now on, we will take one long, hot, steamy shower together.

Olivia: That sounds like a perfect solution.

Sam: We just need to agree on a time to wake up, ok?

Paulina: Now it really is getting late.

Grant: Well, I'm sure that Rachel could go find a dress all by her little self. What do you say?

Paulina: Don't you have to go pass a law or make a speech, do something congressional?

Grant: Yeah, uh, I'll do it when I go back to Washington in a few days.

Paulina: You have such an exciting life.

Grant: Yeah, you want to come and see it?

Paulina: What do you mean?

Grant: Come with me.

Paulina: Are you serious?

Grant: Yeah, I mean, you offered to work in my office here.

Paulina: Well, yeah, sort of.

Grant: Well, I mean, you, uh, you'll be talking to my staff. You might as well meet them all.

Paulina: I've never been to Washington before.

Grant: Well, I'll show you all the sights, introduce you to the rubber chicken show.

Paulina: The what?

Grant: It's all the political and social things that I have to attend to.

Paulina: You're going to take me out with all your society friends?

Grant: Yeah, I'd be honored.

Paulina: Honored?

Grant: Mm-hmm, you're a Cory, remember, eminently suitable for a Washington bachelor.

Amanda: How can you be so insensitive? Did you see how upset Mom is?

Jamie: I want to understand what happened, Amanda.

Amanda: You just want to blame everything on Paulina.

Rachel: Please, both of you.

Amanda: Are you ok?

Rachel: I will be.

Jamie: Mom, I'm sorry if I upset you.

Rachel: It's all right.

Amanda: Two days ago, you were making wedding plans. You and Ken obviously love each other.

Rachel: Well, I thought so, but I was wrong.

Amanda: Mom, feelings like that don't change overnight.

Rachel: Yes, sometimes they do.

Jamie: Is this about Mac?

Rachel: No.

Amanda: You and Ken were so happy.

Rachel: The relationship is over with.

Amanda: You're not even going to see each other or --

Rachel: No, and that's about all I would -- I would like to discuss. Excuse me.

Amanda: Just when everything was going so well.

Jamie: Something happened.

Amanda: I'm going to find out what it was.

Jamie: How?

Amanda: I'm going to find Ken.

Jamie: Amanda, stay out of it.

Amanda: They belong together, Jamie.

Jamie: There's more to this than Mom is telling us. I don't think she wants us to know yet.

Amanda: You still think it's Paulina, don't you?

Jamie: I'm not sure. I just know she hasn't told us the whole story.

Morgan: You enjoy flower arranging?

Ryan: Never thought about it.

Morgan: Maybe you should.

Ryan: Why's that?

Morgan: Because when Internal Affairs gets done, you're going to be looking for a new line of work, my friend.

Ryan: Why are you coming down on me?

Morgan: Because you took the law into your own hands.

Ryan: Oh, you mean I didn't tell you?

Morgan: You could have blown my entire case, Harrison.

Ryan: Look, Cass and Marley had every right to have those hairs tested.

Morgan: That's right, right after they filed a request with my office.

Ryan: Well, what do you care anyway? And if anything, Paulina Cory helped your case.

Morgan: And I can see how ecstatic you are about that.

Ryan: What is your problem?

Morgan: Your blatant insubordination.

Ryan: It will never happen again, ok?

Morgan: Not good enough, cowboy, not good enough.

Police officer: Delivery from the Harrison botanical gardens.

Man: The guys want to know, you win the Kentucky derby?

Police officer: Or maybe he's the new Miss America.

Both: Here she comes Miss --

Morgan: Excuse me, I assume you two gentleman are off duty.

Man: Enjoy the flowers, Ryan.

Morgan: Thank you.

Morgan: Any idea where these came from?

Ryan: That's a good question.

Morgan: You still carrying a torch for the suspect's sister?

Ryan: Well, you know, I really can't talk about my personal life while I'm on duty. Want a rose?


Vicky: Roses are red. Violets are blue. Some men are sexy, but you're the sexiest, babe.

Ryan: You?

Vicky: You bet. You like them?

Ryan: Hmm.

Vicky: Well, well?

Ryan: I like you better.

Vicky: Oh, you should have seen the florist. I thought he was going to pass out.

Ryan: Well, what did I do to deserve these?

Vicky: Hmm, how much time you got?

Ryan: Oh, about as much as I had last night.

Vicky: Oh, I'm sorry that didn't work out as planned.

Ryan: Well, I'll take a rain check.

Vicky: I meant what I said, you know. I do love you.

Ryan: I know. So how's Marley?

Vicky: Uh, dreading tomorrow.

Ryan: Yeah, I'll bet.

Vicky: Ryan, we picked the worst time for this to happen.

Ryan: I don't care, as long as it happened.

Vicky: I -- I want to be with you. I really do.

Ryan: And I want to be with you.

Vicky: Until this mess is cleared up, I don't think we should give it up.

Ryan: Shh, look, I love you, and you love me, right? Our time will come.

Sam: You shouldn't have gone to all this trouble.

Olivia: Yes, but you like a big breakfast.

Sam: So, my arm ain't broke. I can fix it myself.

Olivia: Well, I like to make you happy.

Sam: I know you do, but you don't need to work so hard at it.

Olivia: Is everything going to be all right here, you and me?

Sam: I love you being here, really.

Olivia: I love being here.

Sam: It's just that when you fuss over me, it just makes me feel a bit awkward, that's all.

Olivia: Ok.

Sam: Ok?

Olivia: You can do the dishes.

Sam: Dishes, I would love to do if I had the time. I gotta go. I'm late.

Olivia: Where are you going?

Sam: I have a meeting at Tops with Amanda. I forgot.

Olivia: I thought you were going to paint.

Sam: Well, we're interviewing a new photographer for the "Sophisticate," so --

Olivia: Oh, how long will you be?

Sam: Don't know.

Olivia: Well, I'll be here.

Sam: Ok, I gotta go.

Olivia: Bye.

Sam: Bye-bye.

[Phone ringing]

Caroline: Hello.

Olivia: Caroline, hi, I'm so glad I caught you.

Caroline: Olivia?

Olivia: Yes, I think I blew it with Sam again.

Caroline: So soon?

Olivia: Is this a good time to talk?

Caroline: Um, not exactly. I'll tell you what, what do you say I call you back in an hour, hmm?

Olivia: Bye.

Frankie: Are you sure I can't get you something to eat, Marley?

Marley: I really don't have much of an appetite, but thank you.

Frankie: I have about a zillion tapes to screen at the hospital. So why don't I leave you two alone to talk, ok?

Marley: Jake really has a mystery visitor, huh?

Frankie: If he does, I'll find out.

Marley: Frankie, you and Cass have done so much for me. I hope you do know how much I appreciate it.

Cass: We do.

Frankie: Marley, we'll see you in a little bit, ok?

Marley: Sure.

Frankie: You want to walk me to the door?

Cass: Yeah, sure.

Frankie: She is really shaky. I think the reality is setting in.

Cass: Maybe she'll finally listen to me.

Frankie: If she's smart, she will.

Cass: Let me know what you find, ok?

Frankie: Ok, I love you, counselor.

Cass: I love you, too, investigator.

Frankie: See you later.

Cass: Marley, I know you're disappointed about Paulina's testimony.

Marley: It only made things worse for us, Cass.

Cass: I still maintain she's hiding something.

Marley: Does it matter if she didn't shoot him?

Cass: Paulina's not telling us something about that, too.

Marley: Well, she seemed awfully cool on the stand.

Cass: I get the feeling lying comes easily to her.

Marley: You know, the only one who has lost it during this trial has been me.

Cass: You've been under a tremendous amount of pressure.

Marley: Running away to Marquesa was awfully stupid.

Cass: Yeah, it was. You should have talked to me.

Marley: I know. You could have lost your license. Vicky could have gone to jail.

Cass: No harm, no foul.

Marley: Awful things happen when people try to protect me.

Cass: We're not giving up on you, Marley. Don't give up on yourself.

Marley: What's going on -- what is going to happen?

Cass: Frankie is the one with the crystal ball.

Marley: I want to know, Cass!

Cass: It's possible the jury will find this circumstantial evidence overwhelming.

Marley: I'm going to jail. I'm going to jail.

Cass: I want you to listen to me now. Hey, listen to me.

I want to put you on the stand tomorrow.

Marley: I won't let you.

Cass: You have to do this. You have to show the jury who you really are.

Marley: Well, there's going to be another way to do it then.

Cass: There is an option. I'm not crazy about it. Your father hates it, but it's an option.

Marley: Change my plea.

Cass: Not guilty by reason of self-defense.

Marley: I didn't shoot him.

Cass: All you have to do is tell them what really happened.

Marley: Cass, I will not talk about the rape!

Cass: Marley, if you don't --

Marley: I would rather go to prison!

[Men murmuring]


Man: Hey, somebody call 911.

[Cheering and applause]

All: Aw!

Vicky: [Laughs]

Ryan: I am not going to hear the end of this until I retire.

Vicky: Oh, let them eat their hearts out. Do I have lipstick all over my face?

Ryan: All over you.

Vicky: That's great. Now, you said we'd get a chance to be together, right?

Ryan: I certainly did.

Vicky: Are you, by any chance, off in the next 20 seconds?

Ryan: Sorry.

Vicky: Oh, come on. Let one of those guys from the peanut gallery take over for you. Come on.

Ryan: No, I am already skating on thin ice as it is. I better stay at my desk, if I can find it under all these roses.

Vicky: I saw Morgan leave. That is not a happy lady.

Ryan: That is an understatement.

Vicky: Why? Is she mad because you helped Cass and Frankie test the other hairs?

Ryan: No, she's just upset because I didn't say, "Morgan, may I?"

Vicky: Did she cause trouble for you?

Ryan: Don't worry about it.

Vicky: Ryan, you have done so much to help Marley and me, and we are really grateful.

Ryan: I'm just sorry the results didn't help any more.

Vicky: Who are you kidding? You did everything you could to make sure Marley got a fair shake. I don't know how to thank you.

Ryan: I know one way.

Vicky: I'm serious.

Ryan: Yeah, and so am I.

Vicky: Why did it take me so long to figure out that you were on my side?

Ryan: Oh, because you're a stupid, blind, stubborn fool.

Vicky: No. I used to be a stupid, blind, stubborn fool.

Ryan: Mm-hmm.

Vicky: I'm hip now. Don't you know?

Ryan: Well, you're coming around.

Vicky: I'm coming around?

Ryan: Mm-hmm.

Man: Ahem.

Ryan: Captain.

Man: Is this a police station or a drive-in?

Vicky: Depends on who you're with.

Ryan: Vicky, this is Captain Drake, he's the head of I.A.D.

Vicky: What's I.A.D.?

Ryan: Internal Affairs Division.

Vicky: Oh -- that's -- it's nice to meet you. See you later.

Ryan: Bye. Captain, I can explain --

Captain Drake: You crossed the wrong D.A., Ryan.

Ryan: Am I going to get a chance to explain my side of the story?

Captain Drake: At the hearing. Till then, you're suspended.

Ryan: Captain --

Captain Drake: Clear out your desk, and take the flower garden with you.

Amanda: Ken, hi.

Ken: Hello, Amanda.

Amanda: My business appointment isn't here yet. Can you talk?

Ken: Uh, sure. Sure, if you want to.

Amanda: Mom told us that the wedding is off.

Ken: Yeah.

Amanda: Do you want to tell me why?

Ken: You mean, she didn't tell you?

Amanda: She said a few vague things, but nothing that sounded like the real reason.

Ken: You don't believe her?

Amanda: Ken, I saw the two of you together. I saw how she looked when she looked at you.

Ken: We were good together.

Amanda: Mom was so excited about this wedding.

Ken: So was I.

Amanda: This all happened so fast.

Ken: It's been coming for a while.

Amanda: Did you have a fight?

Ken: That's one way of putting it.

Amanda: You can't fix it?

Ken: My fault.

Amanda: If there is one thing I learned from my marriage, it's that it doesn't matter whose fault it is.

Ken: Depends on the situation.

Amanda: So the two of you aren't going to give it another try?

Ken: I don't know, Amanda.

Amanda: Well, you can't just give up, Ken. I'd miss you.

Ken: Thanks.

Amanda: I guess I'm not helping very much, am I?

Ken: I wish you could.

Amanda: Please, don't give up. Work it out.

Ken: I'm not sure this is something your mother and I can work out.

Amanda: You don't know till you try.

Ken: She's gotta want it, too, Amanda.

Amanda: You know Mom isn't going to be the one to make the first move. She's too proud.

Ken: She is that.

Amanda: Ken, if you don't reach out for her, you could lose her forever.

Rachel: I thought you had gone to the hospital.

Jamie: After we talk.

Rachel: I don't want to talk, Jamie.

Jamie: Mom, there is more to this than you're telling us.

Rachel: I've told you all I care to.

Jamie: Frankie told me that you left the trial with Ken just as Paulina was taking the stand.

Rachel: Yes.

Jamie: I thought that you went to the trial to give Paulina moral support.

Rachel: So?

Jamie: So why would you leave just as she needed you?

Rachel: Ken needed to speak with me.

Jamie: About Paulina?

Rachel: Jamie, I just told you, I don't want to talk about this right now, all right?

Jamie: Mom, something tells me the reason that you called things off with Ken has to do with Paulina.

Rachel: Yes, you've made that very clear.

Jamie: If it's anything that concerns Marley --

Rachel: Marley?

Jamie: Yeah. Did Ken say something about Paulina that can help Marley's case?

Rachel: Is that all this is about? You just want more information?

Jamie: No, that's not true.

Rachel: Are Marley's problems all that interest you anymore?

Jamie: No. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you feel that way. You know you concern me.

Paulina: Hello, everyone. I'm sorry, I didn't realize I was interrupting --

Rachel: I need to talk to you, Paulina. Jamie, if you'll excuse me.

Jamie: Yeah, sure.

Rachel: I'll see you later.

Paulina: Is something wrong?

Rachel: Ken has told me everything.

Paulina: Oh.

Rachel: Oh? That's all you can say?

Paulina: About what?

Rachel: He told me how he found you, how he brought you here, everything.

Paulina: What do you want me to say?

Rachel: Uh, well, for openers, I guess I'd like to have one good reason why I shouldn't throw you out of this house.

Cass: We better find something soon. The trial resumes tomorrow.

Frankie: If this mystery woman is on these tapes, Cass, I will find her.

Cass: I hope so. I'm beginning to think it's Marley's only hope of staying out of prison.

Frankie: It's very unlike you to sound this defeated.

Cass: I asked her to consider -- just to consider -- changing her plea.

Frankie: You want to make a deal?

Cass: I want to keep her out of prison. She wouldn't consider it. She wouldn't even hear of it.

Jamie: Hi.

Cass: Hi, Jamie.

Jamie: I heard you started on the tapes.

Frankie: Yep, screening my little eyes out.

Jamie: How's it going?

Cass: Nothing so far.

Frankie: I've got a lot of tapes to see yet.

Jamie: This is going to be the break we need, I can feel it.

Sam: Listen, I'm sorry I'm late. I overslept.

Amanda: Some things never change.

Sam: So, what did you think of the photographer?

Amanda: He canceled. Or stayed in bed.

Sam: I told you I was sorry.

Amanda: Forget it.

Sam: What about your article on Jake's shooting?

Amanda: That's fine, no thanks to you.

Sam: Excuse me. The next time you get yourself in trouble, you can get yourself out of it on your own.

Amanda: Can we not talk about this?

Sam: Something's bugging you.

Amanda: Nothing that you need to concern yourself with.

Sam: Listen, Amanda, I think we need to talk about what happened at the cabin.

Amanda: Ok.

Sam: Things got pretty intense.

Amanda: We had a fight, that's all. It was nothing unusual.

Sam: I kissed you.

Amanda: I remember.

Sam: I shouldn't have.

Amanda: Probably not.

Sam: It was an act of anger on my part and it was something --

Amanda: Oh, yeah, I know. It was for me, too.

Sam: And I would understand if you were really upset about it.

Amanda: Well, it's done. So, forget it.

Sam: You sure you can do that?

Amanda: Of course I can. Can you?

Sam: Sure, yeah.

Grant: How's it going?

Ryan: Would you believe I'm getting a head start on spring cleaning?

Grant: There's a rumor floating around that you have been suspended.

Ryan: Yep, turned in my badge and my gun over an hour ago.

Grant: That's serious.

Ryan: You're telling me.

Grant: Anything having to do with the McKinnon case?

Ryan: Spare the lecture, ok?

Grant: You want me to make a phone call?

Ryan: Oh no, no, no. Don't waste a favor on me.

Grant: You're taking this pretty well.

Ryan: Frankly, Grant, I don't give a damn.

Grant: Ah, I see. You're in love.

Ryan: In a word, yes.

Grant: And you're just about to overwhelm Ms. Hudson with all of these flowers bought with your last paycheck as a member of the Bay City P.D.

Ryan: No, actually, Vicky sent the flowers to me.

Grant: She did? That's a switch.

Ryan: Yep. Vicky is not big on "conventional."

Grant: Are we talking about trapezes and mirrored ceilings, or what?

Ryan: That's not what this is about.

Grant: If you say so.

Ryan: I am in love with Vicky.

Grant: Ryan, you have been saying that ever since you have been about 14 years old.

Ryan: No, no, this time, it's different.

Grant: She makes you happy, obviously.

Ryan: Yeah, and I want to do it right this time. I don't want to feed her any lines or tell her any stories, I just --

Grant: You're serious?

Ryan: Mm-hmm. This time, I want to court Vicky. I want her to know that she is the only woman in the world for me.

Grant: Go to it.

Ryan: Um, how do I do it, Grant?

Grant: Do what?

Ryan: Let Vicky know that I want to spend the rest of my life with her?

Grant: Just follow your instincts.

Ryan: What is with you?

Grant: What do you mean?

Ryan: You, you're so mellow.

Grant: I am?

Ryan: Yeah, I mean, by this time, you would have come down on my head about the suspension. You would have told me I'm letting my hormones get in the way of my career.

Grant: Well, I can hardly point a finger at you when I'm probably doing the same thing.

Ryan: Good for you.

Grant: I don't know, Ryan. For once in my life, I am fresh out of advice.

Rachel: Well?

Paulina: I'm glad you know.

Rachel: Are you really?

Paulina: You don't know what a nightmare these last few months have been.

Rachel: Living a lie?

Paulina: I'm relieved to have it out in the open.

Rachel: Really?

Paulina: It must have come as quite a shock to you.

Rachel: To say the least.

Paulina: You can imagine how I felt.

Rachel: No, I can't. Tell me.

Paulina: Ever since I can remember, the only thing that has been important to me is to know who my real parents were.

Rachel: Yes, I can imagine that would have been very difficult.

Paulina: When Ken gave me that letter from Maria, I thought my prayers were answered.

Rachel: I'm sure.

Paulina: I carried it everywhere with me. It was the only thing I had from my mother.

Rachel: Ken says it's a fake.

Paulina: He did.

Rachel: Did you know that?

Paulina: I know my mother never wrote me. It destroyed me when I found out that Ken wrote that letter.

Rachel: So, you knew he had made all of this up?

Paulina: He told me much later.

Rachel: He did?

Paulina: And he also told me that he was sure that Mac Cory was my father.

Rachel: When was this?

Paulina: When he started to get involved with you.

Rachel: You knew the truth and yet you kept silent about all this?

Paulina: Rachel, can you ever forgive me?

Rachel: I would like to know why you continued this lie.

Paulina: Because I believed that I was Mac's -- that I was his daughter. I wouldn't be here if I didn't believe that, Rachel. I'd want to die if I didn't believe that.

Rachel: It doesn't change the fact that you should have come to me.

Paulina: I couldn't. Ken wouldn't let me.

Olivia: No, Caroline, not your machine. I need to talk to you. Please call me.

[Knocking at door]

Olivia: Oh, good.

Caroline: Hello.

Olivia: Hi, am I ever glad to see you. I thought that you forgot all about me.

Caroline: Well, you sounded desperate. I thought I should make a house call.

Olivia: I need your help.

Caroline: Trouble in paradise?

Olivia: I'm picking up really weird vibes from Sam.

Caroline: So what, the wining and dining didn't work?

Olivia: Well, the seduction worked great.

Caroline: Well, that's tried and true.

Olivia: But I thought we would pick up this morning where we left off last night.

Caroline: So, it didn't happen?

Olivia: No, it was a disaster.

Caroline: What happened?

Olivia: I got restless waiting for him to wake up in the morning, and I made a bunch of noise in the kitchen and woke him up.

Caroline: That's a sure mood breaker.

Olivia: Then, I tried to make him breakfast.

Caroline: Oh, a little something, and you didn't make it quite the way he likes it?

Olivia: How did you know that?

Caroline: Keep going.

Olivia: Ok, I put his favorite work pants in the laundry without telling him.

Caroline: Oh, men don't like it when you mess with their stuff.

Olivia: And I used up all the hot water taking my shower.

Caroline: Oh, that's grounds for justifiable homicide. No doubt about it.

Olivia: The harder I try to please him --

Caroline: The more you upset him.

Olivia: Help.

Caroline: There is a need for major damage control here. You've already broken cardinal rule number one.

Olivia: I have?

Caroline: Always keep your own place.

Olivia: Living with aunt Liz was terrible.

Caroline: Move only after they've offered marriage, if that's what you want.

Olivia: But Sam asking me to live with him was a dream come true.

Caroline: Yes, and it's quickly becoming a nightmare.

Olivia: But I want to make it work.

Caroline: Next time, when you wake up early, go out. Leave a box of cereal on top of the fridge. If he's hungry, he'll find it.

Olivia: Won't he feel like I'm neglecting him?

Caroline: Darling, you're his lover, not his nanny.

Olivia: But I want to please him.

Caroline: Oh, this is going to be harder than I thought.

See that?

Olivia: Mm-hmm, the doormat.

Caroline: Sam's making you become this.

Olivia: What do I do?

Caroline: Would you stop catering to him? Right now.

Sam: Did Rachel give you any details?

Amanda: She just said that the timing wasn't right.

Sam: I haven't seen her much lately, but when I did, she seemed happy.

Amanda: She is. Well, for the first time...

Sam: Since you lost your Dad?

Amanda: You remember how she was?

Sam: Yeah. She didn't make this turnaround till she moved out of the house.

Amanda: That was when she met Ken.

Sam: Yep, I remember.

Amanda: He made her so happy.

Sam: Maybe they'll patch things up.

Amanda: I hope so. It was nice to finally have something going well in our house.

Sam: There is one thing that is for sure -- you cannot force love.

Amanda: Do you love Olivia? I thought so.

Sam: I adore Olivia. She's my biggest fan, she's my lover --

Amanda: I see.

Sam: My best friend. I probably do love her.

Amanda: But you couldn't say it.

Sam: It's going to be a long time before I'm ready to use that word again.

Jamie: So, what happens when you find this mystery woman?

Cass: We identify her, locate her --

Frankie: Determine her relationship to Jake --

Cass: And see if she had motive and opportunity to shoot him.

Jamie: You guys have to find her.

Cass: We're doing the best we can, Jamie.

Jamie: Right, I know. Keep me posted, ok?

Frankie: Will do.

Cass: Am I being too sensitive, or was that an overwhelming vote of no confidence?

Frankie: Honey, the poor guy's heart is breaking.

Cass: Am I doing all I can, Mary Frances?

Frankie: Cass, you know you are. Marley has had your hands tied from the get-go.

Cass: She keeps insisting she didn't shoot Jake.

Frankie: I thought you believed her?

Cass: I do; I'm afraid the jury doesn't. If they could just hear her describe how Jake raped her --

Frankie: They would let her go.

Cass: Yes, I think so.

Frankie: She still won't testify about the rape?

Cass: Not willingly.

Frankie: What are you thinking?

Cass: I could put her on the stand. I could break her down, force her to talk about the rape.

Frankie: Against her will?

Cass: Kind of like being raped again, huh?

Frankie: It would be terrible, Cass.

Cass: Not nearly as terrible as letting her go to prison.

Frankie: I don't envy you, the decision you have to make, baby, I really don't.

Paulina: I pleaded with him, I begged Ken to tell you the truth.

Rachel: Why didn't you come to me?

Paulina: Because I was frightened.

Rachel: Ken threatened you?

Paulina: He told me that if I said anything to you, he was going to make sure that I lost you forever. I couldn't risk that; you all mean too much to me.

Rachel: So you went along with his scheme?

Paulina: You didn't hear the things he said. He was desperate to save his own skin.

Rachel: Did Ken take money from you?

Paulina: He was supposed to get half of my inheritance.

Rachel: Did you give it to him?

Paulina: I would have given it all to him, Rachel. I never cared about any money.

Rachel: Did you give Ken the money?

Paulina: The closer he got to you, the less he seemed to care about what I had.

Rachel: What does that mean? That means he was after me for my money, is that it?

Paulina: I'm sorry, Rachel.

Rachel: Well, is this it? Is everything out in the open now?

Paulina: The only good thing to come out of all of this is that I found you.

Rachel: I think I need some time, Paulina.

Paulina: In my heart, I know that I am Mac's daughter. It is the one thing that Ken didn't lie about.

Vicky: Hi. I knew you couldn't stay away from me.

Ryan: No flowers?

Vicky: Carlos cover for you?

Ryan: No, not exactly.

Vicky: No? How did you get away then?

Ryan: I was suspended.

Vicky: What?

Ryan: That's what that visit by Internal Affairs was all about.

Vicky: Oh, Ryan. I'm sorry.

Ryan: Don't worry about it.

Vicky: What do you mean, don't worry about it? You've taken so much heat because of me.

Ryan: Look, once Internal Affairs calms down, they're going to give me a slap on the wrist and they'll re-instate me.

Vicky: Not if the D.A. has anything to say about it.

Ryan: I didn't do anything illegal.

Vicky: I would feel so much better if you weren't on this case.

Ryan: That hasn't changed.

Vicky: Ryan, you were suspended.

Ryan: I'm going to have more time to work with Cass and be with you.

Vicky: Oh, you're going to be a very busy man. Do you remember our first date? Do you remember that failure?

Ryan: It was right there. The scene of the crime.

Vicky: I know, I thought you were going to throw me off the balcony, you jerk.

Ryan: No jury in the world would have convicted me.

Vicky: How did we survive?

Ryan: Because it was meant to be.

Vicky: Oh, it was?

Ryan: Mm-hmm.

Vicky: I don't think I deserve to be this happy.

Ryan: Sure you do.

Vicky: I don't.

Ryan: Mm-hmm.

Vicky: Ryan, we both tried. My sister could go to prison.

Ryan: Look, everything is going to be all right. And then, we'll be together.

Vicky: Yeah?

Ryan: Mm-hmm.

Vicky: I can't wait.

Ryan: But first, you have to give me the chance to court you.

Vicky: What's that? I'm kidding. Really, you're going to?

Ryan: Uh-huh. And then, when the time is right, I am going to make love to you like you've never been made love to before.

Vicky: Mm.

Frankie: There's nothing on this so far.

Cass: The only thing we're getting out of this is a bad case of eye strain.

Frankie: Look, baby, why don't you go home, prepare your case for tomorrow, and I'll handle this.

Cass: I can't think about this case tonight. I can't. We're working too hard.

Frankie: Would you just relax?

Cass: What kind of marriage is this?

Frankie: As soon as you get Marley acquitted, you and I will take a vacation together. We'll lie on a nice, hot, sandy beach, just the two of us.

Cass: I can't wait.

Frankie: Your break is coming. I can feel it.

Cass: I hope you're right.

Frankie: I am right. Now, beat it. We both have a lot of work to do.

Cass: Call me if you find anything, huh?

Frankie: Will do. And now we return to the case of "Jake McKinnon and the vanishing visitor."

Whoa! Back up, back up, back up. I think that face is familiar.

Frankie: This can't be.

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