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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?
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.
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.
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?
Jake: I remember. I remember who shot me.
John: Some visitors, Jake.
Donna: Hello, Jake.
Iris: You gave everyone quite a scare.
Ryan: Remember what we discussed, Jake?
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.
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?
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 ‑‑
Ryan: Can you be a little more specific, Jake?
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.
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.
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?
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.
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 ‑‑
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.
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.
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?
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.
Paulina: Let's go. 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 ‑‑
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.
Donna: You raped her.
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.
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.
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.
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?
Michael: Yeah, well, you know, if you're up to it.
Stacey: Hey, no time like the present. Yeah, let's go.
Stacey: All right.
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?
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.
Amanda: Let's go.
Connie: Jake? Hi, I'm Connie Kaminsky with Channel Three. How are you feeling?
Connie: This won't take a moment. I was wondering if you could give a statement to our viewers.
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.
Frankie: It is not your job to decide what I can handle, ok? Now, what else are you planning on hiding from me?
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?
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?
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.
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?
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.
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.
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?
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.
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.
Frankie: That's a good question. She was responsible for my being chloroformed. I'm sure of that.
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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