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Another World Transcript Wednesday 1/31/07

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Morgan: You made me look like an idiot in that courtroom, my dear, and I don't like it.

Donna: I wasn't gonna let you send my daughter to prison. I knew I had shot Jake ‑‑

Morgan: Oh, give me a break. You didn't shoot Jake McKinnon any more than I did.

Donna: I most certainly did.

Morgan: Look, you may get off on playing Joan of Arc, Mrs. Hudson, but I think that will change once you've spent some time in the state women's prison. Makes this place look like the Ritz.

Donna: At least I won't have to deal with you in there.

Morgan: This is all going to come to an end, you know. Jake's expected to come to any time now. That's not gonna change a damn thing for you. You're going to be charged with perjury, so you're still going to be in the state lockup. And the daughter that you're protecting is going to end up getting nailed anyway ‑‑

Donna: Get out of here!

Morgan: I would listen to what I've said.

[Door slams]

Morgan: And get used to that sound. You're going to be hearing it a lot.

Donna: Why did you let her do that to me?

Stacey: Because for once, Morgan was telling it like it is. I thought maybe she could change your mind.

Donna: I have been sentenced and I intend to serve my sentence.

Stacey: Donna, if you're trying to expiate your sins ‑‑

Donna: And I'd like to be alone now.

Stacey: [Sighs] If you change your mind or if you need anything, you know where I'll be.

Donna: Yes, I think I do.

Michael: Hi, Donna.

Donna: Hi, Michael.

John: Jake? Can you hear me? This is Dr Hudson. This examination would go a lot easier if you'd just talk to me. Come on, Jake, give it a shot.

Sam: You're sure Alli's okay?

Amanda: Sure, yeah, she likes Dr. Rayburn. Besides, she needs a DTP booster. She just cries when she sees me getting nervous around the needles anyway.

Sam: You're not on deadline, are you?

Amanda: No. No, I'm just running a little short on time.

Sam: Well, go ahead. I can wait for Alli.

Amanda: Really?

Sam: Yeah, no problem.

Amanda: No. No, that's ok. I'll stick it out for a couple more minutes. If she's not out by then, um, then Iíll leave. Thanks.

Sam: Sure. [Sighs] What, you have a meeting or something?

Amanda: No ‑‑ no, just a party.

Sam: Oh. Maybe we could do something like this with the new cover.

Amanda: Sure, yeah, we'll give it a try next time.

Sam: Yeah. Who's giving it?

Amanda: What?

Sam: The party.

Amanda: Oh, Ryan Harrison.

Sam: Oh.

Amanda: I don't know why they changed this. The old format was so much better.

Sam: Yeah, I hate the new typeface, too. It's just ‑‑

Amanda: I know.

Sam: Hmm. What is it, his birthday or something?

Amanda: Whose?

Sam: Ryan Harrisonís.

Amanda: Oh, no. No, he's having this to sort of celebrate the fact that he is back in circulation.

Sam: Oh. You're going?

Amanda: I was planning on it, yes.

Sam: [Scoffs] I cannot believe you, Amanda.

Amanda: Why?

Sam: When are you going to stop taking over Vicky Hudsonís cast‑off men?

Frankie: Cass?

Ryan: Sorry, just me.

Frankie: Ryan ‑‑

Ryan: Your contractor let me in while he was going out.

Frankie: Oh.

Ryan: He's doing a real nice job on the second floor.

Frankie: Gee, thanks. I'll tell him when I see him.

Ryan: You ok?

Frankie: Cass took off without calling me or leaving word of where he was going.

Ryan: Why?

Frankie: Ryan, what am I going to do if I lose him?

Kathleen: Cass?

Cass: You always said you'd come back to New Orleans.

Kathleen: It's ok if you like grillwork.

Cass: So... you are alive.

Kathleen: Yes, I am.

Michael: I know that visiting hours are over. I pulled a few strings. I wanted to see you. They just can't unlock the cell, that's all.

Donna: Rules are rules, I guess. Thank you for your effort.

Michael: How are you?

Donna: Fine. So far ‑‑ fine.

Michael: How are you ever gonna get used to being in a place like this, Donna?

Donna: Thank you for coming, Michael. I never thought that ‑‑

Michael: I never thought that we'd be together under these circumstances, you know.

Donna: Of course I guess I should have ‑‑ given it some thought. I mean, considering. You know, you ‑‑ you think the oddest things in here, you know?

Michael: No.

Donna: Of course you wouldn't know. Why would you know? For instance, I was looking at my nails, and I realized that I've never had chipped nail polish. So the next thing I thought was I'd just call up my manicurist and get a manicure. A manicurist in a state prison ‑‑ it's a joke. I'm such a stupid, silly joke.

Michael: Donna, this is not a joke. You're in jail.

Donna: But I made it happen that way. I lost you. I lost my girls. I lost Mikey and my freedom, and I'm reducing it all to wondering how it's going to affect my looks.

Michael: Honey ‑‑

Donna: I'm all right, I'm all right, I'm all right.

Have you talked to Marley and Victoria?

Michael: Yeah.

Donna: How are they? Don't answer that. I know how they are. Another foolish thought when I saw you coming in. I thought perhaps they had sent you with a message for me, something I could ‑‑ could hold onto. Guess that's not true, is it?

Frankie: Then he said he was sick of having to prove his love for me and that I should try to show a little faith in him.

Ryan: Well, Frankie, it kind of makes sense.

Frankie: I know it makes sense. I said it made sense. I thought we had made up.

Ryan: So what changed your mind?

Frankie: I come home from visiting Sharlene and he's gone.

Ryan: Without a word?

Frankie: He left a message on the machine, but he didn't say where he was going, what he was doing. So I made a deal with myself, Ryan. I made a deal that I would go to Donna's sentencing because that's what Cass would want. And that when I came home, he would be here. But he is not here, Ryan. Cass is not here!

Ryan: Frankie, Frankie, you have got to calm down.

Frankie: How can I calm down?

Ryan: You should have told him about Kathleen right away.

Frankie: Oh, that's supposed to be comforting, I presume.

Ryan: No, I guess it isnít.

Frankie: This is all that stupid Jakeís fault.

Ryan: Excuse me?

Frankie: If it hadn't been for him, Marley would not have been arrested, Donna would not be going to prison ‑‑

Ryan: And you and Cass would still think that Kathleen is dead. Come on, he's gonna come back.

Frankie: He has to come back.

Ryan: But in the meantime, what you need to do is you need to help me dig out my apartment for my big party tonight.

Frankie: Oh, Ryan, I canít.

Ryan: You can't sit around here and ‑‑ in this house and go crazy.

Frankie: But what if he calls me?

Ryan: So you change the message on your machine and leave my number. Cass wanted you to believe in him, right?

Frankie: Right.

Ryan: So he probably just needs some time to think. And when he comes home, he is going to be crazier about you than ever.

Kathleen: Wine?

Cass: No, thank you.

Kathleen: Well, you'd hate it anyway. It's warm and I know how much you hate ice in your wine ‑‑

Cass: Do you think we could dispense with the small talk?

Kathleen: Ok. How did you find me?

Cass: I saw you in a videotape. You were going into Jakeís room.

Kathleen: A videotape?

Cass: Yes, from the hospital security system. And I figured out the rest on my own.

Kathleen: So, um, they have videotape in hospitals. I thought they were just reserved for banks.

Cass: Are you going to tell me what happened?

Kathleen: When?

Cass: Oh, don't give me "when," Kathleen. I talked to the authorities. I saw what happened to the airplane. There was nothing left.

Kathleen: Obviously, there was more than you thought.

Cass: Why did you do this?

Kathleen: Cass, you've obviously got a life of your own now, and so do I. And I know how much you hate gumbo, so why don't you go back to Bay City?

Cass: You honestly think you can just dismiss me and I'll buy it?

Kathleen: I'm sorry.

Cass: We were happy, weren't we?

Kathleen: Cass ‑‑

Cass: There wasn't some deep, dark secret, was there? You weren't holding a grudge against me that I didn't know about, were you?

Kathleen: Please ‑‑

Cass: You didn't grit your teeth and stare at the ceiling when I made love with you, did you?

Kathleen: You know I didnít.

Cass: Then what the hell happened! One minute we were a couple, and the next thing I know, I'm staring at these photographs of airplane wreckage. Do you have any idea what that was like?

Kathleen: This hasn't been easy for me either, Cass.

Cass: Excuse me, honey, but I don't think we want to compare hard times here. You knew you were alive. You didn't have to grieve. You didn't have to see the expression on your parents' faces. Mary is able to go on somehow, but Vince is not the same. Pops is never going to be the same.

Kathleen: Cass, you ‑‑ you can't stay here.

Cass: Oh, ok, Kathleen, fine. At least I'll have an interesting conversation with my cab driver on the way to the airport. [Louisiana accent] So, sir, what brought you here to our fair city? Was it a convention or were you just a regular tourist? [Normal voice] Well, actually, my wife that I thought was dead happened to be here, so I came down to see her. But she found it inconvenient for me to stay, so I'm going back home.

Kathleen: Cass, you have to go.

Cass: You can forget about that! You've been calling the shots for the past few years. Now it's my turn.

Amanda: What I do with my free time is no longer any of your business.

Sam: Do whatever you want.

Amanda: I will.

Sam: You know, I just cannot believe you don't see a pattern here.

Amanda: What pattern?

Sam: Pattern ‑‑ all right. Evan Bates, Ryan Harrison. I mean, Vicky warms them up, and Amanda takes over.

Amanda: This is insulting.

Sam: And it's the truth, too.

Amanda: You don't know anything about it! You don't know anything about it.

Sam: I know you.

Amanda: I am a guest at his party. That is it.

Sam: Oh, right. So good old Ryan has a nice party to celebrate his independence, whoa. Lucky women of Bay City watch out. The stud is on the loose again.

Amanda: He's not like that.

Sam: Maybe you should serve pigs in a blanket, and kind of make it a theme party.

Amanda: He's my friend.

Sam: Come on, Amanda, you were just delighted the other day to tell me you had a date with the guy. Give me a break.

Amanda: Yeah, maybe I was. Maybe I'm just a little sick of hearing about your wonderful, truthful, spiritual Olivia.

Sam: Don't bring Olivia into this.

Amanda: Then shut up about Ryan.

Sam: Fine.

Amanda: You know what Ryan and I have in common?

Sam: What?

Amanda: We both know what it's like to lose somebody we love.

Sam: Oh, and like you had nothing to do with us breaking up.

Amanda: No, it was all my fault. Everything was my fault. World War II was my fault, ok? It must be comforting to know that you are as perfect as you are.

Sam: Where are you going?

Amanda: I'm going to see if Alli is going to be ready.

Sam: I thought you were leaving?

Amanda: I changed my mind. I'm a little moody this week.

Sam: Oh, just this week, huh?

Amanda: Very funny. We have an anniversary this week. It would have been three years. Maybe you have already managed to forget things like that, but I havenít. And I'm glad that I have my friends to help me through it.

Iris: This is an outrage. I'm being detained against my will.

Guard: Lady, will you keep it down. This is a hospital, ok?

Iris: It's not a hospital. It's a state prison!

Guard: Look, lady, all I want to do is get ‑‑

Iris: Don't you "lady" me.

Guard: Look, maybe you ought to call somebody, ok?

Iris: I don't have to talk to anybody, you big oaf. Now you listen to me. I am Iris Cory Wheeler, and my word is enough. And I am telling you that I was not going to kill Jake McKinnon.

Paulina: Grant, you have to stop worrying about me. You know, when you said you were going to take me to bed, I thought you had something else in mind.

Grant: Paulina, you just took an overdose of tranquilizers.

Paulina: Not on purpose, I didnít.

Grant: You know something? If anything would have happened to you ‑‑ look, I just want you to be honest with me about what happened, ok?

Paulina: You were gone. Rachel was about to cut me loose. Iris and Jamie were putting the pressure on as usual. I don't know, Grant. I just went crazy for a while.

Grant: But you could have died, Paulina.

Paulina: It's not gonna happen again.

Grant: You promise me?

Paulina: Listen, having your stomach pumped is no day at the beach, believe me.

Grant: Look, I am being serious now.

Paulina: So am I. You know, I think about that night and I ‑‑ it's like I'm watching a movie. Somebody else was needing those pills ‑‑ somebody I don't even know.

Grant: Look, if you feel that way again, will you promise me one thing ‑‑ that you will call me?

Paulina: You're so good to me.

Grant: Well, I just think it's time that I stop worrying about myself and start thinking about the people that matter to me.

Paulina: I don't see how you could be any more perfect than you already are.

Grant: [Laughs] Well, maybe there might be just a little bit of area for improvement. What do you think? Anyway, you're sure you're gonna be all right?

Paulina: Yes, I'm going to be fine.

Grant: Good, because I'm gonna go out for a while, ok?

Paulina: You are?

Grant: Mm‑hmm. Yeah, my brother's having a little party. I mean, he ‑‑ it's not something I really want to go to, but he's having kind of a hard time right now.

Paulina: Oh, good. Well, I'll go with you.

Grant: No. I promised that you're gonna rest and that's exactly what you're gonna do.

Paulina: [Sighs] Yes, sir.

Grant: Ok? I won't be gone long. I just want to talk to Ryan for a while.

Paulina: What's the matter with him?

Grant: Well, you know he just broke up with Vicky Hudson, and he's having kind of a hard time of it.

Paulina: 'Cause of Vicky Hudson? Weird.

Grant: [Chuckles] Anyway, you'll be all right, huh?

Paulina: As long as you come back to me.

Grant: Oh, I will. In fact, I might just have the real lowdown.

Paulina: Lowdown?

Grant: Mm‑hmm.

Paulina: On what?

Grant: On Jake. I mean, you're the one who was so concerned about Iris going into his room. I figured you'd want to know what was going on.

Paulina: I wasn't that concerned, Grant.

Grant: Oh, but you're the one that called security.

Paulina: Because I know how Iris can be, that's ‑‑ that's all.

Grant: Well, look, if anything's wrong with Jake, Ryan will know all about it, ok?

Paulina: Yeah, great.

Grant: Well, listen, I won't be long. Ok?

Paulina: I'll be here. [Sighs] Jake... I want to make love with you.

Jake: Paulina.

Paulina: You could never hurt me, Jake.

Kathleen: The plane broke in half on impact.

Cass: I know.

Kathleen: Well, what you don't know is that I got out before the plane blew up.

Cass: Yes, but how?

Kathleen: Somebody found me.

Cass: Who?

Kathleen: I don't know. I was taken to a hospital.

Cass: Which hospital?

Kathleen: I don't know.

Cass: Why not?

Kathleen: I was ‑‑ I was thrown out of a crashing airplane, Cass. I had a head injury. I ‑‑ I was unconscious for a long time.

Cass: Ok. When you regained consciousness, where were you?

Kathleen: In a big hospital in Juneau.

Cass: Did you know who you were?

Kathleen: In a few days.

Cass: Did you know where you lived?

Kathleen: Cass ‑‑

Cass: Did you know?

Kathleen: Yes.

Cass: And didn't it occur to you to say, "doctor, there are a few people that I ought to contact"?

Kathleen: Cass, why don't you just go home? You have a new life now ‑‑

Cass: You were my life, Kathleen. So, please, bear with me if I'm a little impatient.

Kathleen: I understand, Cass, but you have to go.

Cass: I can't ‑‑ all the way down here, I kept thinking to myself, this is crazy. She can't be alive. She wouldn't do this. [Sighs] You know, it's pretty embarrassing when you get down to it. I thought I'd run a con as good as anybody, but this. I got to hand it to you. You really put one over on me.

Kathleen: You always did underestimate me.

Cass: I loved you. Do you know that? More than my own life, I loved you. Why did you do this to me? Why are you still lying about it?

Kathleen: Will you just get out of here, please?

Cass: Would you like to hear what your funeral was like? Would you like to know what it's like to get up every morning and for the first 15 minutes or so, you don't remember? And then all of a sudden it hits you right between the eyes that the one person that you loved more than anybody in the world is dead. Would you like to know what that's like?

Kathleen: I think I do know.

Cass: How? How could you possibly know?

Kathleen: Because you didn't come looking for me!

Michael: What, you call that garbage food? She's supposed to eat that?

Donna: It's all right, Michael, it's all right.

Michael: Look, are you sure you couldn't let me in there, just for a little while?

Woman: You're lucky you're this close. Visiting hours are over. Don't take too long.

Michael: Thanks.

Donna: So, tell me about my girls.

Michael: Uh, Marley and Jamie, um, they went out of town for a little while.

Donna: Together?

Michael: Yeah. Yeah, just needed to get away from here.

Donna: Away from me, you mean. I understand that. I'd like to get away from me, too, if I could.

Michael: Donna, you should eat that food while it's hot. I think ‑‑

Donna: Tell me about Victoria. Did she move?

Michael: Yeah. To Chicago, just like she said she would. The girls are very concerned about you, Donna. They both called.

Donna: They have?

Michael: Yeah.

Donna: Would you tell them that I love them very much and that I'm praying for their happiness?

Michael: Sure.

Donna: I wish the same thing for you too, Michael.

Michael: Harpy is not something I ‑‑ it's not something I've a lot of lately, Donna.

Donna: Maybe this is naive, but I wish you could find it in your heart not to hate me.

Michael: I don't hate you. I hate what you've done.

Donna: I know.

Michael: It's the lying, Donna. I can't understand ‑‑ I will never understand your lies.

So I've made some arrangements.

Donna: What kind?

Michael: I've given Stacey a retainer. She will be available to you at any time, anytime you need her.

Donna: Yes, she told me. Thank you.

Michael: And if you need anything, anything at all, you call my office. You talk to Claire Bartlett. You remember her?

Donna: Of course I do.


Michael: I filed for divorce.

Donna: I see.

Michael: I wanted you to hear it from me. The papers will be coming soon, and...

Donna: Thank you. It was very considerate of you. Um, can Stacey handle my end of it?

Michael: Stacey or Cass.

Donna: Mm‑hmm. All right, well, I'll instruct whoever does it to make everything go very ‑‑ very quickly.

Michael: I couldn't see much of a future ‑‑

Donna: No, of course you couldnít. It's all right. I think you better go now.

Michael: Take ‑‑ take care, ok?

Donna: Yeah, you, too.

Michael: Bye.

Donna: Oh, oh, good‑bye, my love. Good‑bye, my love. Good‑bye, my love... [Sobs]

Ryan: Amanda. I'm so glad you made it.

Amanda: You may take that back. I'm in a very cranky mood.

Ryan: Nope, nope, not allowed.

Amanda: Ok, I'll do my best.

Ryan: Good.

Frankie: What's put you in a cranky mood?

Amanda: Oh, just, somebody I know.

Frankie: Ah.

Amanda: Is there anything I can do here?

Frankie: Yes, help me inspect the bathroom. Scrubbed it myself.

Amanda: You didn't.

Frankie: I did. It's therapeutic.

Amanda: [Laughs]

Frankie: Traffic jam.

Caroline: [Chuckles]

Amanda: Beep, beep.

Ryan: Where are they going?

Caroline: To the powder room.

Ryan: Tell me something. Why do girls always go together?

Caroline: Do you have any more balls?

Ryan: [Chuckles] Yeah. Um, you, uh ‑‑ did you hear anything about Vicky?

Caroline: Only a rumor that she's moved into a penthouse on Lakeshore Drive, but it's unsubstantiated.

Ryan: Oh, Lakeshore Drive. I guess that's a lot more her style than this burg.

Caroline: Still hurts, doesn't it?

Ryan: Hmm? No, no.

Caroline: Oh, no.

Ryan: Look, that's what this whole party is about. It is celebrating my freedom from all romantic entanglements ‑‑ up to and including the rich, blonde twins.

Caroline: Too bad.

Ryan: What is?

Caroline: That I'm so venial.

Ryan: You are?

Caroline: I certainly am. See, I require a handsome man to have at least a six figure income before I open negotiations.

Ryan: I, um, guess I wouldn't qualify with a cop's salary, would I?

Caroline: No, definitely. I know it's a character flaw, but what am I going to do at this stage?

Ryan: I don't know.

Caroline: [Laughs]

Of course. Your family's got money.

Ryan: Yeah, but I haven't touched a dime of it in at least a year or two, and ‑‑

Caroline: Mm, it's a pity.

Amanda: Ok, the bathroom is spotless.

Ryan: Great, well, then let's let the good times roll ‑‑

[Doorbell rings]

Ryan: Oop, as if on cue, hmm?

Frankie: Ok, who is it?

Stacey: Hi, Harrison.

Ryan: Oh, my.

Stacey: I brought you by some fancy hor'deurves. I know guys like you only have chips and dip.

Caroline: You're not only a brilliant lawyer, you're a clairvoyant.

Stacey: So where are all the great looking guys you were telling me about?

Ryan: Troops are on their way.

Stacey: Aw, they better be.

Frankie: Stacey, have you heard from Cass?

Stacey: No, but he adores you, Frankie. And he will be home soon, I promise you. Everything's gonna be all right, ok?

Frankie: Ok.

Stacey: All right.

Cass: They told me you were dead.

Kathleen: They never found the body, obviously. You loved me so much, and yet you couldn't even spring for the airfare to make sure that I had bought the farm?

Cass: But I talked to the cops. I talked to the F.A.A. They all said that there was no doubt.

Kathleen: So you made a few phone calls and then you booked the funeral, huh?

Cass: No one gave me any hope ‑‑ no one.

Kathleen: If it had been you, I would have wanted to see for myself. I would have wanted to touch the ground where you ‑‑

Anyway, I waited. I waited for you to find me, and you didnít. And I wasn't in the best state of mind to begin with, and I didn't have anybody around to correct the impressions that I had. And so when I was well enough to get out of the hospital, I just started my life over alone.

Cass: That's what I did, too. And I blame myself every day for what happened to you. If I hadn't insisted on that stupid honeymoon, if we'd just gone to the Bahamas like a normal couple ‑‑ come back to Bay City, bought a house, settled down. I carve myself up into little pieces because of what happened to you, Kathleen.

Kathleen: You don't have to feel guilty anymore.

Cass: Oh, I think I do. You may not be dead, but you allowed all the people who love you to think you are. Has it been worth it?

Kathleen: Oh, Cass, why don't you just go? You know the whole story.

Cass: Did it ever occur to you that I didn't find you because I couldn't find you?

Kathleen: Well, actually, you know, Cass, I did think about that thoroughly. And I came up with the fact that our love affair was just a lot of hype and didn't have much substance, so I got over it.

Cass: I don't believe that.

Kathleen: Oh, really? Well, then why am I here with somebody else?

Cass: What?

Kathleen: I'm not alone, Cass. I'm taken. I'm going steady. Get it? I've found somebody new, Cass.

Cass: You're a liar.

Iris: I can't tell you how happy I was to run into you.

Morgan: I'm just here to check on Jakeís condition and then get back to my office, Mrs. Wheeler.

Iris: Well, that was exactly my intention. And now it appears I'm being held.

Morgan: Held?

Iris: Yes, some lunatic told security that I was threatening Jake.

Morgan: Really? How would this "lunatic" get that idea?

Iris: Oh, I haven't got the foggiest. Of course you know that I publish two magazines, national magazines, so my interest in Jake is strictly journalistic.

Morgan: I see.

Iris: Oh, I knew ‑‑ I knew you would understand. But now this idiot's threatening to call the police.

Carlos: The police are here. I'll take over now.

Man: That's fine by me.

Iris: [Exhales] Well, Ms. Graves, you tell him.

Morgan: Oh, I'll tell him. I'd like Mrs. Wheeler to remain here, but I don't want her within 10 feet of Jake McKinnonís room.

Iris: What?

Morgan: I also want a stenographer here as soon as possible. Jake's doctor says that he's coming around right now.

Iris: Right now?

Morgan: I want to see if we can get a statement.

Iris: Why are you doing this to me?

Morgan: Because I've always been curious about your connections with Jake. And it looks as if we're about to find out just what they are.

Iris: You're going to regret this, Ms. Graves.

Morgan: I doubt it. Get on that steno.

Carlos: I'll call Ryan, too.

Morgan: No, you wonít.

Carlos: This is his case.

Morgan: This was his case. Now, I'd take his badge if I could, but I'm going to have to settle for this. Understood?

Iris: Well, I demand to see an attorney. I will not be held here without my ‑‑ without my attorney.

Morgan: Dr. Hudson.

John: Well, Ms. Graves, Jake is better. He's much more alert.

Morgan: Do you think he'll be able to answer some questions?

John: He's not making much sense right now.

Morgan: But he is speaking?

John: I wouldn't exactly call it that. We won't be able to fully assess his condition until he's a ‑‑

Morgan: I want to see him.

John: All right. But you do as I tell you.

Morgan: Fine. You stay with her and get that steno.

Carlos: Uh, what do you want me to do first?

Morgan: Let's go, doctor.

Iris: [Sighs]

Carlos: Lady, this is your golden opportunity.

Iris: What do you mean?

Carlos: I mean, I'm out of here.

Caroline: Woo!

[Doorbell rings]

Frankie: Oh, good.

Grant: Hi, I'm Grant Harrison, Ryanís brother.

Frankie: I know who you are. Come on in.

Grant: Looks like some party you got going here, huh?

Frankie: Yes, your brother is fruging with beautiful blondes.

Grant: Say, aren't you, uh, Winthropís wife?

Frankie: So far.

Grant: Is he here?

Frankie: No, he's not.

Grant: I thought maybe he or Ryan might have heard something about Jake McKinnon.

Frankie: They havenít. Knock yourself out.

Ryan: Excuse me, my dear, my brother is here.

Caroline: Oh, yeah, of course. Don't worry, Amanda. He'll dance with you soon.

Amanda: Caroline? Have a pig in a blanket.

Grant: So, having a good time?

Ryan: Oh, yeah, great.

Grant: Not missing Vicky, huh?

Ryan: What, are you ridiculous? What, with all these beautiful women underneath my roof?

Grant: Mm. The truth.

Ryan: I see her everywhere. Every single time one of these women speaks, I hear her voice.

Grant: Yeah, I know that, Ryan. It'll pass.

Ryan: Wait ‑‑ what do you think this is, like a junior high crush? I loved her, Grant.

Grant: I know that, but ‑‑

Ryan: It's only serious when it happens to you?

Grant: Look, I didn't say that. I just said that if there is no hope ‑‑

Ryan: Hey, you want to arm wrestle?

Grant: You are joking, right?

Ryan: What, are you afraid I'll beat you?

Grant: No.

Ryan: I always did before.

Grant: No, no, no, you're right. How much have you had to drink, by the way?

Ryan: Oh, enough. Um, come on ‑‑ two out of three.

Grant: You know what? You're right. No, you would ‑‑ you would humiliate me publicly and ruin my reputation.

Ryan: You know, isn't it amazing how he does that?

Caroline: Listen, I've got a hundred bucks to prove that he can do it for real.

Grant: Caroline, you're not helping the situation.

Ryan: Ok, all right. Here we go! Let's turn ‑‑ where's the ‑‑ turn down the music. I have just challenged my brother to an arm wrestling match, and he doesn't seem willing to, uh, take me up on it. Now, this lady, this wonderful ‑‑

Caroline: Ahem, yes.

Ryan: Lady has put up $100 that says that I cannot cut the mustard. Come on, there's got to be somebody in my house who will actually believe in me, hmm?

Man: We're right here, babe.

Ryan: Oh, very good. Let's go, come on.

Grant: Clear the table. Clear the table.

Ryan: All right. I'm gonna need a kiss of luck for, uh ‑‑ a kiss? [Laughs] A kiss for good luck.

Grant: For luck, that's what you need ‑‑ a kiss for luck.

Ryan: Ok, Caroline. Oh, ye of little faith ‑‑

Caroline: Ha!

Ryan: You can referee.

Grant: I certainly hope this makes you feel better.

Ryan: Oh, well, it certainly can't make me feel worse.

Caroline: One... steady, go!

All: Come on, come on, Ryan, get him!

Olivia: So I did sort of an informal survey of all the cuisines available in Bay City.

Sam: Uh‑huh.

Olivia: I found out that the only ones that didn't have major associations with Amanda were Indian and Irish.

Sam: Indian and Irish.

Olivia: Yes. And I really, really hate corned beef and cabbage.

Sam: Mm.

Olivia: So you want to try some curry?

Sam: No, I want to kiss.

Olivia: Oh. Mm.

I thought you might be mad at me for saying that.

Sam: Do I seem mad?

Olivia: No. So, since I seem to be on a roll ‑‑

Sam: Mm?

Olivia: I want to say something else.

Sam: What? What's that?

Olivia: You know that I'm dreading leaving tomorrow.

Sam: Hey, you're not talking backing out, are you? We're talking "Romeo and Juliet" here.

Olivia: No, of course not. I'm not going to back out.

Sam: Ok.

Olivia: But why don't you take some time off work and come with me to New York?

Sam: Well, wouldn't you be in rehearsal all the time?

Olivia: No, not all the time. We could try all the Indian restaurants in Manhattan. You could miss your anniversary ‑‑

Sam: Mm, you remembered.

Olivia: Yeah. I know it's going to be difficult for you and I'd like to be with you.

Sam: You're very sweet.

Olivia: So, will you come with me?

Sam: I'll think about it, ok?

Olivia: Great. Ok, how about ‑‑

Sam: Here we go. Indian food.

Olivia: Beef curry.

Sam: Yes. Let's take a nice big chunk with our fingers here.

Olivia: What do you think?

Sam: Mm.

Olivia: Pretty good, huh?

Sam: Mm, that's good. No ‑‑ aah! Aah! Oh, that's hot!

Olivia: Don't go rinse with water. Here, try some bread. Here.

Sam: What is in this?

Olivia: Bread ‑‑ come on.

Sam: No wonder the entire country of India is famine. They have to eat this stuff. Give me some bread. Stop laughing at me. This is really painful here. Much better. Ever kiss a guy whose mouth is on fire and full of bread?

Olivia: No, but it sounds very kinky.

Sam: Stop worrying about Amanda. All my memories are of you now.

Olivia? Olivia, honey?

Olivia: Are you ok?

Sam: Yeah, fine. Fine. I was just thinking.

Olivia: Hmm?

Sam: I want to come to New York after all.

Olivia: That's great, Sam.

Kathleen: Does this look like my stuff?

Cass: So where is this guy?

Kathleen: Out. And I don't want you here when he gets back.

Cass: This doesn't make any sense.

Kathleen: Maybe not, but it's what is.

Cass: You just closed the door on us, on everything we had?

Kathleen: "But that was in another country. And besides, the wench is dead." Come on, Cass. Haven't you done the same thing? I mean, does your Frankie know that you're here?

Cass: How did you know about Frankie?

Kathleen: I keep up.

Cass: No, this isn't right.

Kathleen: What isn't?

Cass: Everything that you're saying ‑‑ it's too pat.

Kathleen: Look, this is my place and I am asking you to leave.

Cass: Not until I have the truth.

Kathleen: The truth. Ok, you want the truth?

Cass: Yeah.

Kathleen: Dead or alive, I don't want you anymore! Now, will you please get out of here?

[Knock on door]

[All cheering]

Carlos: Ryan, open up. Open up. It's me, man.

Ryan: Carlos?

Carlos: Come on, open up!

Grant: Oh!

[All cheering]

Ryan: What is it?

Carlos: McKinnon.

Ryan: Yeah, so?

Carlos: The doctor says he's been waking up.

Ryan: Great. Come on, let's go.

Carlos: Whoa, whoa, whoa. Morgan's there.

Ryan: Yeah, so?

Carlos: So she says you're off the case.

Ryan: Oh, yeah, in a pig's eye. Ladies and gentlemen, I'm very sorry, but you're gonna have to continue the party without me.

Grant: Let me give you a ride over there.

Ryan: Why?

Grant: Because I have more clout with Morgan and you've had too much to drink, so shut up and give me your keys.

Ryan: All right.

Amanda: I'm going, too.

Ryan: What ‑‑ Amanda.

Amanda: I've been covering this for the "Sophisticate" since the beginning. I want to be there.

Grant: Come on.

Frankie: You want a ride?

Stacey: Hey, you bet I do, but I have to make a stop somewhere else.

Frankie: That's ok. You think this is it?

Stacey: I hope so, for everyone's sake.

Kathleen: Leave now and you can catch the first show at preservation hall.

Cass: Ok, I'll go.

Kathleen: That's very sensible.

Cass: I'm going to give you a chance to change your mind and I need some time to think, but I'll be back.

Kathleen: Please, Cass, just go.

Cass: Shame on you. Shame on you.

Woman: What's the big emergency?

Stacey: I'm her attorney. I have to see her. Donna ‑‑

Donna: Stacey, what Ė

Stacey: It's happening. Jake's coming out of the coma.

Donna: You have to get me to the hospital right now.

Morgan: I have every right to take him off this case.

Grant: Well, of course, you do.

Ryan: Grant.

Grant: But whether you like what he did or not, you have to agree with the fact that he worked very hard and very diligently.

Morgan: That is open to argument, Grant.

Grant: And I don't think that you would like it to get around that you're the only D.A. who punishes those who you disagree with?

Morgan: Fine. I know when my arm's being twisted. You can be there, but you keep your mouth shut and I do the questioning.

Ryan: Let's go.

Iris: My, my, you do look terrible.

Paulina: Thanks, Iris. Now get out of my way, all right?

Iris: I can't believe you're here.

Paulina: Why?

Iris: Well, Jakeís about to come to. And if he's not already a vegetable, he's going to tell everybody everything he knows.

Paulina: I don't care what he says. I've got nothing to hide.

Iris: We're going to find that out for sure in just a couple of minutes.

Morgan: Have you told him where he is, what's happened to him?

John: In basic terms, yes.

Morgan: Please, tell him I want to ask him some questions.

John: Jake, there are some people here who wish to speak with you.

Morgan: Jake, my name is Morgan Graves. I'm the District Attorney. I've been anxious to talk to you for some time now. I want to help you, but first I need your help. Can you tell me who did this to you? Who shot you, Jake?

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