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Another World Transcript Friday 2/2/07

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Frankie: Knew what?

Cass: Don't, Frankie, don't play games ‑‑ not about this.

Frankie: I'm not.

Cass: You did a 180 when I told you that I had checked out those security tapes. You saw her, didn't you?

Frankie: Yes.

Cass: You saw Kathleen, and you didn't tell me? Come on, Frankie, yes or no?

Frankie: No, I didn't tell you, all right? I didn't tell you that Kathleen's alive.

Grant: Look, I've already made up my mind. I don't have to be there.

Stacey: Michael?

Michael: Yeah, thanks.

Stacey: He still in there?

Michael: Yeah, and he's very, very quiet in there.

Stacey: What were you expecting?

Michael: I don't know what I was expecting, actually. With Paulina, Iris, and Donna, all in the same room with Jake.

Stacey: Yeah, I know, doesn't it? Ryan doesn't exactly go by the book.

Michael: No, but I see Ryan's point. I mean, if Jake is going to talk, he might as well talk with some interesting people in the room.

Stacey: I'm surprised Morgan allowed this whole thing.

Michael: Morgan doesn't know.

Stacey: Ah.

Michael: She thought she had to wait until tomorrow. So Jake got chatty tonight.

Stacey: Did somebody call her?

Michael: No, Ryan's in there taking his statement.

Stacey: With all three of those women?

Michael: Yeah, Ryan's hoping that maybe Jake will point a finger at one of them, and it will wrap this whole case up.

Stacey: Are you worried that Jake might say it was Donna?

Michael: I know, I know it wasn't Donna. Donna didn't shoot Jake. I just can't figure why she was so hell-bent on getting over here to talk to Jake alone.

Stacey: So what are you thinking?

Michael: I'm thinking Donna came charging over here to stop Jake from talking. Question is, what doesn't Donna want anyone else to hear?

[Gunshot]

Jake: I remember. I remember who shot me.

John: Some visitors, Jake.

Donna: Hello, Jake.

Jake: Donna.

Iris: You gave everyone quite a scare.

Paulina: Jake.

Jake: [Mumbles]

Ryan: Remember what we discussed, Jake?

Jake: When?

Ryan: Just a few minutes ago. I said that if you saw these ladies, you might recall what happened to you just before you were shot.

[Paulina gasps]

Ryan: Jake, what?

Jake: Can we talk?

Ryan: Take your time, Jake. Just tell us what happened.

Jake: I can=t.

Ryan: But you just said ‑‑

Jake: I know what I said.

Ryan: What, Jake? Not to them? Are you sure you can't go on?

Jake: Mm‑hmm.

Ryan: Ok, ladies, I ‑‑ I appreciate your help.

Donna: But he hasn't said anything yet.

Paulina: I'm not leaving.

Ryan: Listen ‑‑

Iris: If Jake has something to say, we all want to hear it.

Ryan: I said your job is over. Now be nice, or I'll kick ‑‑ I'll ask you to leave myself.

Iris: This is an outrage. I'm a member of the board.

John: I really don't think he can handle this kind of pressure.

Ryan: I just want to move before he gets his defenses up.

John: He's only been conscious for a few hours.

Ryan: I only need one name. After I get it, I swear, I won't bother him again.

Intercom: Dr. Hudson, code blue. Dr. Hudson, code blue.

John: I mean it.

Ryan: I will.

Donna: This is ridiculous. I don't know why you have to badger him. Everybody knows who shot him.

Jake: I never said that.

Paulina: You don't know?

Iris: You don't remember anything?

Ryan: You said you wanted to talk, Jake.

Jake: Bits and pieces, that's all.

Jake: [Mumbles indistinctly] Silence, then so loud. I can't see.

Ryan: Who fired the gun, Jake?

Jake: It was dark.

Ryan: What about before the gun was fired? Who was with you?

Jake: Can't remember.

Ryan: It's ok. Maybe ‑‑ maybe it'll come back to you.

Jake: No, maybe it's better that it doesnít=t. Michael said I had done things, that I had hurt people.

Ryan: You remember what you did to those people? Who they were?

Jake: I don't remember. I was scared. And I wanted to run, because I had done ‑‑

bad things.

Ryan: Can you be a little more specific, Jake?

Jake: Priest.

Ryan: You want to see a priest?

Jake: That's what I said.

Grant: Ok, look, I'll check back in a couple hours, all right? Bye‑bye.

Amanda: Hi.

Grant: Hi, Amanda.

Amanda: Has Jake said anything yet?

Grant: No, nothing official. My brother is in there with him right now.

Amanda: Good, great. Maybe I can get an exclusive for "Sophisticate" then.

Stacey: So, you think Donna was here to keep Jake quiet?

Michael: Absolutely, I do.

Stacey: And you think she's still protecting someone?

Michael: Well, what else could it be, Stacey?

Stacey: I don't know. But whatever it is, we're not going to get it out of her.

Michael: Look, something else happened while we were at the courthouse for the sentencing that I didn't tell you about.

Stacey: What?

Michael: I saw Donna talking with a man, someone I had never seen before. But they seemed to know each other quite well. They were talking very intently.

Stacey: Could you hear what they were saying?

Michael: No, they were arguing.

Stacey: Well, who is this guy?

Michael: I don't know, but we can find out. I had him followed and copied down his license number.

Stacey: Great, give it to me. I'll give it to Frankie, and she'll run a make on it.

Michael: No, don't do that.

Stacey: Why not? I ‑‑ she doesn't ‑‑

Michael: No, it's ‑‑ really, it's ‑‑ it's late.

Stacey: Please, she would do anything for you. So would Cass, come on.

Michael: Stacey, I saw Frankie earlier tonight. And from the looks of them, I would say Cass and Frankie have all they can handle right now.

Cass: When, when did you know?

Frankie: I suspected for a while. When I first started watching the tapes, I ‑‑

Cass: That was over a month ago.

Frankie: I wasn't sure at first.

Cass: So what? You could have come to me.

Frankie: I couldn't come to you, Cass. You were swamped. Every minute you had was taken up with that trial.

Cass: Frankie, I had a right to know.

Frankie: I had no idea what this was going to do to you, Cass. I ‑‑ I didn't know if it was going to make you hope or ‑‑ or make you crazy with worry. Make you lose the trial? And all for what, for a false alarm?

Cass: You're supposed to be honest with me about everything.

Frankie: I was going to tell you.

Cass: You deliberately kept this from me.

Frankie: I had to until I was sure it was Kathleen. And I wasn't sure it was Kathleen until I saw her with my own eyes.

Cass: You actually saw her?

Frankie: Yes, Cass, I saw her. I'm sorry.

Cass: I think you had better tell me about everything, now.

Frankie: I was trying to find the right time to tell you. I ‑‑

Cass: You actually thought there would be a good time to tell me?

Frankie: I thought after the trial ‑‑

Cass: When did you see her?

Frankie: When we stayed at the Lakeview Hotel.

Cass: She was in Chicago.

Frankie: At the hotel.

Cass: Well, of course. You were a nervous wreck. You kept going on and on about what Kathleen meant to me, what I meant to her, what the hotel meant ‑‑

Frankie: I didn't ask you to follow me there, you know.

Cass: It was like a Marx Brothersí movie, wasn't it? My two wives leaping behind potted palms every time I walked in the room.

Frankie: Cass, it wasn't like that.

Cass: And there I was, ordering strawberries and champagne. What an idiot.

Frankie: Would you stop it? Just stop it. I ‑‑ I didn't want to be doing that. I was terrified the whole time.

Cass: I don't care how terrified you were. There is no excuse for what you did.

Frankie: Yes, Cass, there is an excuse.

Joe: Getting ready for bed?

Kathleen: Mm‑hmm.

Joe: Feeling any better?

Kathleen: Fine, I'm always fine. You know that.

Joe: And I'm the insensitive clod.

Kathleen: I didn't say that.

Joe: But that's what you were thinking.

Kathleen: Joe, I'm tired. Can we just ‑‑ I don't want to fight. I hate whining. It makes me cranky.

Joe: And I hate being shut out, Kathleen.

Kathleen: Who's shutting you out?

Joe: You've been treating me like a piece of furniture.

Kathleen: You want reassurance? You're a prince. I would be nowhere without you. How's that?

Joe: Don't you ever talk down to me. Now, we were doing pretty well until you got it into your head to go back to Bay City.

Kathleen: I'm going to hear about this until the end of time.

Joe: Probably, particularly since Winthrop showed up. You thought I wouldn't know about that?

Kathleen: You have eyes everywhere, isn't that what you always said?

Joe: It's best you remember that, baby. Now, suppose you tell me what you two talked about besides old times.

Kathleen: You know, I hate it. I hate it when you spy on me.

Joe: You are my responsibility.

Kathleen: Cass isnít. And what I say to Cass is none of your business.

Joe: You know that's not true.

Kathleen: He didn't stay very long, Joe. It was over before it even began.

Joe: Excuse me if I don't buy that.

Kathleen: He's gone. He went back to Bay City, back to his new wife.

Joe: Can he keep his mouth shut?

Kathleen: You have nothing to worry about.

Joe: I don't believe that either.

Kathleen: [Slams hairbrush] Believe it. I made sure that he'll have nothing to do with me. Is that good enough for you?

Joe: See, this is a ‑‑ it's my fault. That's why the walls went back up.

Kathleen: Can we just forget Cass, all right?

Joe: Can you? Or more importantly, can he forget you?

Kathleen: Joe, please. I just want to get some sleep.

Joe: How was it, seeing him again?

Kathleen: It was hard.

Joe: So I can tell. But I still have this question. Is any of this about Jake?

Kathleen: It always was.

Joe: I really want to believe that, baby. And I hope we find out who shot him fast, before we both get blown out of the water.

Ryan: Ok, everybody out, let's go.

Paulina: I thought you were going to let us stay.

Ryan: Well, you thought wrong. Jake and I have to have a little talk.

Paulina: He said he wanted a priest.

John: Everyone's still here? Come on, I want this room cleared.

Ryan: You heard him, let's go, everybody out.

Iris: If Jakeís serious about having a priest, it better be for last rites.

Ryan: Listen, there's a uniformed officer at the end of the hall. That's Donna's escort.

John: Come on, Donna, I'll walk you down there.

[Door closes]

Ryan: Ok, Jake. Level with me.

Jake: I am. I want to see a priest.

Ryan: Oh, you'll get your priest. But first, I want to hear your version of what happened.

Jake: Who cares? I'm awake, I woke up, I'm ok.

Ryan: Jake, somebody shot you. And we can't get that person until we get your testimony.

Jake: If I don't care, why should you?

Ryan: You don't care?

Jake: I got a second chance. I'm not going to blow this one.

Ryan: So, why don't you start by telling the truth?

Jake: I only cared about myself. I thought I had an in.

Ryan: What happened?

Jake: Started falling apart.

Ryan: What did you do?

Jake: I made mistakes.

See things different now.

Ryan: Almost dying can change your perspective on the past real quick.

Jake: I know what's important. What's really important.

Ryan: So, you're a changed man now?

Jake: You won't believe me.

Ryan: I don't know. What I do know is that somebody's got to take the rap for shooting you.

Jake: I'll take the rap.

Ryan: Who fired the gun, Jake?

Jake: I want to see a priest.

Ryan: Who fired the gun?

Jake: I want to see a priest.

Ryan: You'll get your priest, I told you ‑‑

Jake: Now.

Ryan: This better be for real, man. Because if it's not ‑‑

[Paulina gasps] [Gasps] [Gasps]

Frankie: Look, I had to make sure the woman on those tapes was Kathleen. And when that checked out, I had to find out what she wanted.

Cass: Why?

Frankie: Why ‑‑ Cass, your dead wife is walking around in a wig. I ‑‑ I could see my whole life changing before my eyes. Honey, she obviously didn't want you to know she was alive. I knew that for sure when she had me chloroformed. That is why I followed her to Texas.

Cass: Of course, that's why you went to Texas.

Frankie: She's living down there. I found out where.

Cass: You two had a little chat?

Frankie: She wouldn't tell me much. Only that I wasn't supposed to tell you she's alive.

Cass: So the two of you kind of figured it all out?

Frankie: It wasn't like that, baby, I swear.

Cass: Kathleen never mentioned anything about actually meeting you.

Frankie: You saw her? That's where you've been?

Cass: Frankie ‑‑

Frankie: You treat me like I have broken some sacred trust, and you're sitting on this?

Cass: You didn't tell me for weeks.

Frankie: I suspected for weeks. You sweat a confession out of me like I'm on trial for ‑‑ for something ‑‑

Cass: Frankie ‑‑

Frankie: And then you don't even tell me that you have seen Kathleen. What is happening to us, Cass?

Amanda: This is really taking a while, isn't it?

Grant: Well, I hope Jake is giving a full description of what happened that night.

Paulina: He canít.

Grant: What?

Paulina: It's what he said.

Amanda: Well, I know that there are times when trauma victims can't remember the incident.

Paulina: You mean it's a total blank?

Amanda: I've been doing research for an article. And apparently, they just block out the terror of it.

Grant: Yeah, the body just protects the mind from information it can't handle.

Paulina: I had no idea.

Stacey: So, how long do you want to hang out for?

Michael: As long as it takes. Look, is it really possible that Jake's memory is blocked?

John: Medically, it's possible, yes.

Michael: But this is Jake we're talking about. I mean, coma or no coma, he would say anything to get out of this.

Iris: Yes, Jake's asked for a priest. He's going to tread the path of righteousness.

John: Well, Iris, you seem skeptical.

Iris: Well, we are talking about Jake, aren't we? I am skeptical.

Michael: Iris, for once, I have to say I agree with you.

Amanda: I really hope this is worth the wait. I'm holding up the whole next issue.

Grant: You had enough?

Amanda: I don't know why you're here anyway, Paulina. Jake has got to be nothing for you but a bad memory.

Grant: It's true, Paulina.

Amanda: Go home. I'll call you tomorrow morning with anything you need to know.

Grant: Look, why don't you come back to the office with me?

Paulina: No.

Grant: Why not?

Paulina: I would just be in the way, Grant.

Grant: I ‑‑ I wouldn't let you be in the way, all right? Look, it's better than just sitting around here.

Amanda: It's true.

Paulina: Yeah, all right.

Grant: Good.

Paulina: Let's go. Bye.

Amanda: Bye.

Grant: See you later.

Officer: She has been in there quite a while.

Stacey: Well, isn't she allowed to go to the ladies room?

Officer: But I'm supposed to have her back in her cell before midnight.

Stacey: All right, all right, I will talk to her, ok?

Jake: What I say, is it just between us?

Priest: You know it is, Jake. You think of this as a start.

Jake: The slate is clean now, right?

Priest: You see your parish priest after you leave here. Don't be a part-time Catholic.

Donna: Hello, Jake.

Jake: Why are you back?

Donna: We have a lot to talk about. Remember, Jake?

Jake: We made love.

Donna: That's right, and you went back to Marley.

Jake: You hated me.

Donna: And when Marley wanted to leave, you didn't remember what you did.

Jake: I hurt you.

Donna: And Michael and Victoria and Mikey. You took advantage of us when we were weak and needy. You convinced me that I could trust you. I slept with you. And you humiliated me. You made me admit what I had done and put it on tape. Stacey used that tape to ‑‑

Jake: No.

Donna: Take my son away. Listen to me. When Marley realized what a liar you were, she wanted to get away from you.

Jake: I love Marley.

Donna: You forced yourself on her.

Jake: No.

Donna: You raped her.

Jake: No.

Donna: The sweetest, gentlest person I have ever known. Do you remember what happened? I shot you. I shot you, Jake. And you know what? I'd do it again. Do you know how much I hate you? Do you? A lot. You're alive now, but if you want to stay that way, you will leave Marley alone.

Jake: You.

Donna: That's right. That's right, everybody thought it was Marley. She would have gone to prison if I hadn't told the judge the truth.

Jake: You love her so much.

Donna: Yes, I do.

Jake: Me, too.

Donna: You dare to say that to me, after what you did to her?

Jake: I still love her.

Donna: You'll never have her. That's why I had to do it, and that's why I would do it again.

John: Donna?

Donna: I was just leaving.

John: Officer Dugan has become a little bit anxious.

Donna: It's all right, I was just leaving.

John: Better rest, Jake. You'll need your strength.

Jake: Donna, you didn't do it. Why?

Iris: I'm Iris Wheeler.

Nurse: Yes, Mrs. Wheeler?

Iris: I want you to make sure that Mr. McKinnon is not bothered by any reporters.

Nurse: Those are his doctor's orders, ma'am.

Iris: And notify me the minute that he starts making sense.

Nurse: Ma'am?

Iris: I need to speak to him alone.

Ryan: Listen, I don't think it's necessary to mention Mrs. Hudson's extra visit to Jakeís room.

Officer Dugan: No problem.

Ryan: Great. She should get going now.

Officer Dugan: Ok.

Donna: Thank you, good night.

Ryan: Good night, Mrs. Hudson.

Michael: Stacey, I've had it. I ‑‑ I can't take being around here anymore. You want to go?

Stacey: Hey, I'm ready.

Michael: Look, I'm ‑‑ I'm a little wired. I don't think I could sleep for hours.

Stacey: I know what you mean, I'm the same way.

Michael: Yeah? You ‑‑ you wound up enough to maybe do some work?

Stacey: Sure, what?

Michael: Well, I've got so much legal work for the corporation I've been neglecting. Maybe you could help me. You want to go over to my place?

Stacey: Now?

Michael: Yeah, well, you know, if you're up to it.

Stacey: Hey, no time like the present. Yeah, let's go.

Michael: Great.

Stacey: All right.

Amanda: Hey.

Ryan: Hey.

Amanda: What do you say to a snack, and a totally different topic of conversation?

Ryan: Let's do it.

Amanda: Ok, Sassy's all right?

Ryan: Sassy's?

Amanda: Yeah, Matt told me that Dean may be playing there tonight. I told him I would try to drop by.

Ryan: I ‑‑ I don't know if I can handle that. My nerves are kind of frayed as it is already.

Amanda: Ok, all right, then we'll look for something else.

Ryan: Yeah.

Amanda: Let's go.

Connie: Jake? Hi, I'm Connie Kaminsky with Channel Three. How are you feeling?

Jake: Great.

Connie: This won't take a moment. I was wondering if you could give a statement to our viewers.

Jake: Statement?

Connie: Yes. Everybody out there is wondering, who pulled the trigger, Jake?

Frankie: And on top of everything else, you're sanctimonious.

Cass: I was just trying to spare you. I knew how upset you would be when you found out.

Frankie: Excuse me. You were trying to protect me?

Cass: Yes, I was.

Frankie: So it's ok if you protect me, but it's not ok if I protect you.

Cass: Yes, I mean, no.

Frankie: Which is it?

Cass: I thought you would prefer it this way. You always feel like you're living in Kathleenís shadow.

Frankie: This time, I was her shadow.

Cass: Frankie, you get so ‑‑ you know how you get about Kathleen. I figured that this would just make you more paranoid.

Frankie: Maybe I have a right to be paranoid.

Cass: No.

Frankie: It is not your job to decide what I can handle, ok? Now, what else are you planning on hiding from me?

Cass: Nothing.

Frankie: Then stop treating me like I am some frail flower. I have been strong for you plenty of times, haven't I?

Cass: Yes, of course you have.

Frankie: Then thank you.

Cass: But can you see that what I did was different from what you did?

Frankie: I'm so sorry. I'm sorry.

Cass: Is this fight almost over?

Frankie: I don't know. What was it like seeing Kathleen?

Grant: Hold all MP calls, would you, please?

Aide: Here's the fax from the coalition.

Grant: Well, I guess they're not going to touch the tax relief project, are they?

Aide: Nope.

Grant: Well, we're going to do it anyway. Say, where's the report on the S&Ls?

Aide: Right here.

Grant: Thanks. Check when the vote is scheduled, would you, please?

Paulina: Isn't it a little late for all this activity?

[Phone rings]

Grant: What did you think, I work a nine‑to‑five?

Paulina: Never seen you work before. It's kind of exciting.

Grant: Now, are you trying to distract me, Ms. Cory?

Paulina: I might be.

Grant: Are you feeling all right?

Paulina: I'm feeling fine.

Grant: I missed you, Paulina.

Joe: He's awake.

Kathleen: So I gathered. I would have liked to have heard for myself.

Joe: There wasn't anything else to hear. He doesn't remember much yet.

Kathleen: Did you get the full prognosis?

Joe: They don't expect any lingering effects from the chest wound or the coma.

Kathleen: Oh, thank God. I knew he would beat this thing.

Joe: Well, they don't know about his memory. What are you doing?

Kathleen: What does it look like I'm doing?

Joe: You're not thinking about going back to Bay City?

Kathleen: Iím going to get into his hospital room one more time.

Joe: Out of the question.

Kathleen: Joe, I have to see for myself.

Joe: Winthrop knows you're alive. He will be looking for you.

Kathleen: I will be careful.

Joe: That's what you said the last time. Kathleen, now what if the wrong people find out you're still alive?

Kathleen: What if they already have? What if that's why Jake was shot? Joe, I have to see for myself. I'm thinking about my family.

Joe: [Sighs] I know you are, baby.

Kathleen: We can't stay here. I'll go crazy. I'm going to go, whether you like it or not.

Cass: When I first saw her, I ‑‑ well, I couldn't believe it. But then, she opened her mouth, and I knew it was true. I was in shock.

Frankie: Was she surprised to see you?

Cass: I don't think so. No, not really.

Frankie: How did you feel?

Cass: Very confused. Angry, mostly. I mean, she did all this to get away from me.

Frankie: No, I'm not sure about that.

Cass: Well, she wasn't happy. I could tell that. And she blamed me for not coming to look for her.

Frankie: And that got to you?

Cass: I should have gone to Alaska.

Frankie: You still feel guilty?

Cass: I wanted to believe that she was still alive. But everybody told me that it was not possible. But that doesn't matter. I didn't go to Alaska. I didn't look for her myself.

Frankie: Did you tell her that? Did you ask her what happened?

Cass: I asked her lots of questions. And she very effectively sidestepped them all. She was ‑‑ detached doesn't even come close to describing her. It was nothing like I had imagined.

Frankie: And what had you imagined?

Cass: That we would take one look at each other and it would be as if no time had passed. That we could still see inside of each other. [Sighs] Baby, is this hurting you too much?

Frankie: Kind of. Why?

Cass: Why? She didn't want me there. There was no laughing.

Frankie: You haven't said anything about love.

Cass: She says she's with someone new. She sure didn't want any part of me.

Frankie: Oh, you believe that?

Cass: Frankie, I don't know what to believe. I believed that Kathleen was dead.

Frankie: Come here. Got you. I got you.

Cass: [Sobs]

Frankie: I've got you, baby.

Cass: [Sobbing] Oh, it feels so good to tell you this.

Frankie: Oh, we didn't have to resist each other, did we, sweetie?

Cass: Holding back costs a little too much.

Frankie: Oh, Cass.

Cass: So, what are you thinking?

Frankie: I'm thinking that I've felt a lot of the same things that you've felt, and I don't even know her.

Cass: Did you get the feeling that she was vamping?

Frankie: Oh, a mile a minute.

Cass: Yeah, me, too.

Frankie: So, lying to me, that's one thing. But lying to you, that ‑‑ that's a lot more serious.

Cass: She said that she had started a new life. She didn't answer any of my questions about him. She said nothing about the guy and wouldn't tell me his name, anything.

Frankie: But she did want you to know about him?

Cass: She even made a point of showing me his clothing. It was very strange.

Frankie: Ok, look, I have to tell you something. After she thought I had left, I heard her arguing with a man.

Cass: Did you hear what they were saying?

Frankie: No.

Cass: Why is she lying? None of this makes any sense.

Frankie: And if she's lying to you, how could we believe anything she says? Maybe even about how she survived the plane crash. And why do cops in Alaska have a report saying she's dead?

Cass: I'm with you. I'm mad. I want to figure out what's really going on.

Michael: Stacey, I told Donna that I filed for divorce.

Stacey: You did?

Michael: I finally got it through my thick skull that this relationship is never going to work.

Stacey: You sure this is what you want to do? I mean, have you really thought about it?

Michael: Oh yeah, and I would appreciate it if you would take care of it for me.

Stacey: What about a legal separation?

Michael: Stacey, just do it, ok? Just do it.

Stacey: Ok.

Michael: I don't have to tell you that I would like to maintain as low a profile with this as possible.

Stacey: Right. I know a couple of reporters that would have a field day with this news.

Michael: My family has had enough publicity.

Stacey: Are you sure I'm the one to handle this?

Michael: Yep. Why?

Stacey: I'm acting as Donna's attorney. I mean, losing you is going to be hard enough on her, let alone having me be ‑‑

Michael: I don't care, Stacey. I don't care.

Stacey: There's something else to it. Donna and I had a bit of a ‑‑ a run‑in before her sentencing. And she seems to think that you and I are involved.

Michael: We're working to clear her. Of course we're involved.

Stacey: Michael, she was really upset.

Michael: Stacey, whether or not Donna is upset is no longer a concern of mine.

Stacey: [Sighs] It's just that I think it would ease the tension if there was another attorney taking this.

Michael: No one can do that. Look, I know how you work. I'm counting on you to make this divorce happen quickly.

Stacey: I can't promise you that that's going to be easy.

Michael: Donna will not give you any opposition. She'll cooperate. She said she would, she will.

Stacey: Well, I guess you know her better than I do.

Michael: I know how Donna works. She's still trying to control my life from behind bars.

Stacey: I just don't want her to think that I have any ulterior motivation, that's all. She knows that we work closely together and spend a lot of time ‑‑

Michael: Stacey, come on. What I do with my time is none of Donna's business. Besides, we have a good time.

Stacey: How can you say that? This has been the most frustrating time I've had since ‑‑

Michael: Well, yeah, but you're enthusiastic. You know, I mean, you're a real fighter. I have enjoyed that immensely.

Stacey: You're a real fighter, too, if you don't mind my saying so.

Michael: Look, will you stick with me through all of this?

Stacey: After a build‑up like that, how could I refuse?

Michael: You can't, I hope.

Stacey: All right, I'll do it.

Michael: Good.

Ryan: Be it ever so humble. So, you don't mind that I talked you into coming over, do you?

Amanda: No, I wasn't really in the mood for Sassy's anyway. I'll ‑‑ I'll make it up to Matt.

Ryan: Well, can I get you a beer?

Amanda: I'm not drinking these days. I'll have a soda.

Ryan: Root beer, seltzer ‑‑

Amanda: Root beer sounds good.

Ryan: See if I can find something to munch on.

Amanda: I'm just going to go comb my hair for a second. I'll be right out, ok?

Ryan: Hi, Bridget. Hi, it's Ryan Harrison. Fine, fine, how are you? Good. Is Vicky there? Oh, she's not? Ok. Oh, no, I was just ‑‑ I was just ‑‑ I just thought she might want to know that Jake is wide awake. You do? How? Yeah, I've got it. Connie Kaminsky. Yeah, I should have known.

Connie: This is Connie Kaminsky, bringing you an exclusive interview with shooting victim, Jake McKinnon. For months, people have been waiting for you to come out of your coma, Jake.

Jake: They have?

Connie: You have something very important to say?

Ryan: I ‑‑ I have no idea how she got ‑‑ listen. Bridget, yeah, I've got to get going.

Jake: I have nothing to say.

Ryan: Could you ‑‑ could you just tell Vicky that I called?

Connie: You hold the key.

Ryan: Oh, she did try and get in touch with me, really?

Jake: To what?

Connie: To that night, the night that you were shot.

Ryan: Well, that's great, we should ‑‑ thank you very much for letting me know. Bye.

Amanda: Ha, she didn't waste any time, did she?

Connie: Donna Hudson has confessed to shooting you. You're the only one who can verify that she's the one who put you in this hospital bed.

Jake: I'm not sure.

Connie: Don't tell me you're going to hold out on us, Jake.

Jake: I'm responsible, from what I hear.

Connie: Who's been talking to you?

Jake: People say I've done things, bad things.

Connie: How do you feel about that?

Jake: It's hard to believe that they're true.

Connie: How were you as a son-in-law?

Jake: I made mistakes.

Connie: Are you surprised about Donna Hudson? Did you actually think that your ex mother-in-law hated you so much ‑‑

Jake: I'm not angry with Donna.

Connie: Why not?

Jake: I'm not going to press charges.

Connie: You're not going to press charges against the woman who actually put a bullet in your chest?

Jake: I'm going to lead a better life. I'm going to make up for some of the pain I caused the family.

Connie: Your family?

Jake: Hudsons.

Connie: You can say that after almost being robbed of your life?

Jake: My life? I've been given a second chance. I'm going to do it better this time.

Ryan: I have no idea how she ‑‑ of course I placed a security guard. No, Jake was supposed to sleep. No visitors. Morg ‑‑ Morgan, you can't say that. Well, they'll just petition the judge ‑‑ fine. Bye.

Amanda: What's Morganís problem?

Ryan: Oh, apparently she thinks she doesn't have one. She really doesn't care what Jake says.

Amanda: Why not?

Ryan: Ah, well, she doesn't think that ‑‑ that Jake is credible.

Amanda: Isn't that up to a judge to decide?

Ryan: Only if it goes to a judge. And Morganís going to do everything in her power to see that it doesnít. She wants to see that the charges against Donna stick.

Amanda: Why?

Ryan: Oh, well, a crime has been committed. There has to be a perpetrator. The state needs a perpetrator. So, Morganís going to make sure that Donnaís it.

Amanda: Don't you think it's Donna?

Ryan: Jake knows. Jake knows who did this to him. I've got to find a way to get him to remember.

Cass: I didn't think about this before, but it was as if Kathleen expected me.

Frankie: Hm, well, maybe she sensed it. You two were very close. She did know I was tailing her.

Cass: How?

Frankie: That's a good question. She was responsible for my being chloroformed. I'm sure of that.

Cass: Yeah?

Frankie: Yeah.

Cass: Kathleen wasn't doing this alone.

Frankie: Doing what?

Cass: Whatever it is that she's doing. This guy that she's with is a part of it, for sure. It's more than getting away from me. And I'm going to find out how much more.

Frankie: Whoa, whoa, whoa, wait. One more ‑‑ one second here. We will find out how much more, ok? No more solo flights for you, Winthrop. I signed on for the duration, remember that?

Cass: I remember that, I remember that. I love you, Frankie. That hasn't changed.

Frankie: I'm not going to let it change. We will get to the bottom of this. But we will do it together.

Cass: I wouldn't have it any other way.

Frankie: Wherever you go, I go, right?

Cass: Right now, I'm going up to the bed.

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