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Another World Transcript Wednesday 2/14/07

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Bridget: You know, I'm a little disappointed that Steven couldn't make this train trip with us.

Vicky: No, I think it's a good thing that Rachel picked him up. If you don't get a move on, we're going to miss the train, too.

Bridget: There's going to be another train that's going to come along right after this.

Vicky: No, I want to take the first one...because it's an express. Because I don't want to hit every one‑horse town between here and Bay City.

Bridget: You know, if you are so anxious to see your mother, I would appreciate it very much if you wouldn't take things out of the suitcase right after I pack them.

Vicky: Of course, I want to see my mother. She just got out of the big house. Why else would I be rushing to Bay City?

Bridget: Oh, my, I thought perhaps this had something to do with Ryan.

Vicky: It does. After the way he's been bugging me, it will be a relief just to get away from him. Where the hell is the limo driver?

Kathleen: Oh, Cass. What have I done?

Cass: Hi.

Frankie: Hi.

Cass: Didn't you get any sleep?

Frankie: Not much.

Cass: I know how awful this is for you. You've been wonderful.

Frankie: No, not that wonderful.

Cass: Are you kidding? After all I've asked of you, you have been generous, you've been understanding.

Frankie: Cass, I'm not. I'm not any of those things.

Cass: Hey ‑‑

Frankie: Cass, I am not generous, and I am not wonderful. Your first wife is alive and well, and living in our house. I don't know how much more of this I can take.

Cass: I know this is demanding a lot of you.

Frankie: The thing is, Cass, I want to give you what you need. I just don't want it to be her.

Cass: You know better.

Frankie: Right.

Cass: And I promise you that Kathleen will be out of here as soon as she comes out of hiding. One more day at the most. And then we will be able to find her some kind of a safe house, where we'll watch her day and night.

Frankie: Are we going to be splitting the shifts? I'm sorry, it's just this "we" gets to me, you know?

Cass: Are you saying that you changed your mind about going along with the plan?

Frankie: No. I am pointing out that this was never "our" plan. It was yours. You presented me with Kathleen on our doorstep, and then you said "may I."

Cass: What could I do?

Frankie: I know, I know, you had to. [Sighs] Man, this is weird.

Cass: Oh, tell me about it.

Frankie: You know how much I used to worry about Kathleen. I used to wonder, is she pretty, was she prettier than I am? Was she smarter, or funnier? And I used to say to myself, what does it matter, Frankie? She's dead. But she's not dead, she's downstairs.

Cass: And I'm up here with you. Come on, hang on, Mary Frances. We will get through this.

Frankie: Ok. So, let's take care of our houseguest.

Jamie: Good morning.

Marley: Morning, there's coffee.

Jamie: You tossed and turned a lot last night, Marley. You ok?

Marley: Not wonderful.

Jamie: Maybe you shouldn't read that stuff first thing.

Marley: There's nothing here I don't know.

Jamie: Any speculation as to who shot Jake?

Marley: "McKinnon’s condition continues to improve, but he still claims to have no memory of the shooting."

Jamie: He may never have.

Marley: He remembered that he attacked me.

Jamie: After you pushed him.

Marley: That's why I didn't sleep last night, Jamie. You were right, I've decided to press charges against him.


Jamie: I've been thinking about what I've said to you.

Marley: You haven't changed your mind, have you?

Jamie: Marley, have you thought about what you'll do if he pleads not guilty?

Marley: He can't do that. He told ‑‑ you think he will deny it was rape?

Kathleen: Morning.

Frankie: Good morning.

Cass: Hey. Did you get any sleep?

Kathleen: Not much.

Frankie: I think I'll go make us some breakfast.

Kathleen: Can I help?

Frankie: No, thanks, it's a small kitchen.

Cass: Coffee will be fine, Frankie.

Kathleen: I never eat before 11.

Frankie: Sure.

[Doorbell rings]

Cass: It's ok. There's a guard out there, all right?

Joe: My, my, my. It's a pajama party. Isn't this cozy?

Kathleen: Can it, Joe. What did Washington say?

Joe: They say that you must want to get yourself killed.

Jake: Paulina Cory, please. She's not back yet? When she gets back, can you give her my messages? All of them. You do that. Thank you. Oh.

[Knock on door]

Olivia: Jake.

Jake: Olivia, thank you for coming. Do I get a big hug? Come here.

Olivia: Why did you call?

Jake: Just thought it would be nice to see a friendly face. I don't have too many of those around here.

Olivia: No, I guess not.

Jake: I mean, there's Paulina, but she's away right now.

Olivia: Paulina's still a friend of yours?

Jake: Yeah, seems to be. She has her own reason, I guess.

Olivia: I guess.

Jake: So why don't you fill me in?

Olivia: How do you mean?

Jake: What's happening? I mean, you're in a coma for a couple of months, you kind of lose touch, you know?

Olivia: You really are something else.

Jake: Same old Jake.

Olivia: Yeah, I guess that's what I meant.

Jake: What did you expect?

Olivia: I don't know. I don't know. After everything that happened with you and Marley, I can actually believe that you could do such a thing.

Jake: Sounds like you believe it to me.

Olivia: Shouldn't I?

Jake: I thought you knew me better than that.

Olivia: So you're saying that it didn't happen? You're actually saying that you did not rape Marley?

Joe: Kathleen, listen to me. The witness protection program is willing to begin again for you. They will furnish you with a new identity, they will set you up in a situation ‑‑

Cass: A situation is not a life! She doesn't need a new identity. She needs the one she had.

Kathleen: Cass, can you please cut it out? [Sighs] You know, I have to admit, when I decided to be a writer, Salman Rushdie was not in my mind as a role model.

Joe: Are you staying?

Cass: It's her decision.

Frankie: A decision that affects a few other lives.

Kathleen: I really do know that.

Felicia: What do you mean, I can't? What are you, crazy?

Cass: Guess who?

Felicia: My best friend's in there.

Joe: Now, wait a minute. No one else should know she's alive yet.

Cass: This is Felicia. She's the woman with a talk show, and she also happened to have been one of Kathleen’s best friends.

Felicia: You won't let his best and dearest friend in his own home, he's really going to tell you something ‑‑

Cass: Down boy, it's ok.

Felicia: Cass, who is this Attila the Hun out here? Who is that? Why is he there?

Cass: Honey, we have a guest.

Felicia: [Screams]

Ryan: Union Station, right?

Vicky: I don't believe this.

Ryan: Oh, sure you do. Your bags all packed?

Vicky: You must have, you did it.

Bridget: Me?

Vicky: Yes, you.

Bridget: I wasn't the one that called for the limousine service.

Vicky: No, you didn't, I did. And then you called him. You two are at it again.

Ryan: Come on, now, leave her alone. You knew that I was going to be here.

Vicky: I did not.

Ryan: Well, then why are you wearing that dress?

Vicky: What about it?

Ryan: I love it, you know that.

Vicky: This? I threw something on.

Bridget: Well, now, I better go get the rest of the luggage.

Vicky: You are going to mess in my life once too often, and I am going to pension you off.

Bridget: You bet you will.

Ryan: She loves you. So do I.

Vicky: Don't start.

Ryan: Oh, I never stopped.

Vicky: Then why do you read into everything I do? Why do you twist everything I say?

Ryan: Because you have this tendency of thinking and talking in a backhanded way.

Vicky: Oh, really?

Ryan: Yeah, yeah, it's sort of a polite term.

Vicky: It's also baloney.

Ryan: [Laughs] Oh, oh, I ‑‑ yeah. You see, starting with the fact that you had to walk away from what we had, because what we did have was too good, so ‑‑

Vicky: You're going to make me miss my train.

Ryan: I see, change the subject. When in doubt ‑‑ see, I know all the tricks, I've been there before.

Vicky: Been where? I can't follow you.

Ryan: You think you're the only one who has any fears? You know, there was a time when I, too, was unable to make a commitment to anyone and then you came along.

Vicky: Who cares?

Ryan: I know what you've been through. You're afraid that you're going to give up your independence.

Vicky: Yes, that's right.

Ryan: You know, I was ‑‑ the other night when I was kissing Amanda, I was ‑‑

Vicky: Excuse me?

Ryan: Oh, hey, I'm flesh and blood.

Vicky: You were kissing Amanda and thinking about me?

Ryan: Of course not, that would have been rude. I was thinking about how pleasant it was not to have to commit, not to even be expected to commit.

Vicky: I don't need this.

Ryan: Oh, I think you do.

Vicky: No, I need my driver, the one I called.

Ryan: I paid him off.

Vicky: Then I'll call another one.

Ryan: It's starting to rain. You know how drivers like to go down south when it rains.

Vicky: I really hate you.

Ryan: Oh, but you're in luck, you see. Because not only do I have this nifty official chauffeur's cap and chauffeur's license, but I also have an automobile that is capable of driving you and Bridget and all of this stuff back to Bay City.

Vicky: Forget it.

Ryan: It's getting late. Tick, tick, tick ‑‑

Vicky: Ok. To the train station, no further.

Ryan: That's a good girl.

Vicky: Bridget!

Ryan: But if you do drive with me, then you have to do so on my terms.

Vicky: Which are what?

Ryan: That we don't leave the curb until... you put on your seat belt, because that's the law. After... losing 52 pounds.

Sam: Or this one is a little harder edged, you might say. So?

Amanda: Huh?

Sam: Which cover do you like, Amanda?

Amanda: Oh, I'm sorry. I was thinking about my mother.

Sam: Is she ok?

Amanda: She's depressed. She won't talk about it.

Sam: Rachel has had a hard couple of years.

Amanda: I really thought Ken was good for her. Didn't you?

Sam: Yeah, they seemed to be happy.

Amanda: They were. I know they were. Then all of a sudden, it's over. She won't say why. Maybe it was just too soon after Dad.

Sam: Yeah, maybe.

Amanda: I read somewhere that the first relationship after a trauma, like the death of a spouse or even a difficult divorce, is what they call a transitional relationship.

Sam: That's kind of a large generalization, don't you think, Amanda? I mean, I always thought that Rachel and Ken were in love.

Amanda: In love, or need? I mean, my mother was so lonely after Daddy died, and Ken helped her through that. I don't know, maybe that can feel like love.

Sam: Or it could be love. [Sighs] You know, I got to go. Let me know about these covers by noon, ok?

Amanda: No, no, just give me one more minute. I'll make a decision for you.

Sam: I can't, I've got to meet Olivia at the hospital, and I'm running late.

Amanda: Hospital, why? Is something wrong?

Sam: No, no, we're visiting Jake.

Amanda: Jake? You're still friends with Jake after everything?

Sam: I don't know. I don't know who Jake is anymore.

Jake: You and I were always able to talk, remember?

Olivia: Yeah, Sam says I'm a good listener, so don't bother me with anything but the truth, ok?

Jake: I love Marley with all my heart, I still do.

Olivia: Jake, everything she said was in the paper. She was under oath.

Jake: She was also under a lot of pressure. She could have gone to jail.

Olivia: So you're saying that she made the whole thing up just to save her skin? Come on, Jake. No one is going to believe that of Marley. Vicky maybe, but not Marley.

Jake: Olivia, I'm sure she believes everything she says.

Olivia: What do you mean, she believes?

Jake: The best I can say is that we both remember that evening two different ways, and I take all the responsibility.

Olivia: For what? For what?

Jake: For putting her through this. I mean, she almost went to jail. She was convicted.

Olivia: So why is that your fault?

Jake: I made someone mad enough to want to kill me. They shot me, and as innocent as Marley was, she was almost convicted. It makes me sick.

Olivia: Well, it's over now.

Jake: How can it be over for her?

Olivia: I don't know.

Jake: I'm sorry. How is she? Have you seen her?

Olivia: No, I don't see very much of Marley. She stayed with Vicky through the whole trial, so ‑‑

Well, I wonder where Sam is.

Jake: How is that going? Is that still an affair to remember?

Olivia: I really hate that word.

Jake: What?

Olivia: Affair. What Sam and I have is more than an affair, isn't it?

Jake: Yes, it is.

Olivia: So there should be a word in between affair and marriage. Something that means more than just two people jumping into bed together, right?

Jake: Yeah, that same ‑‑ that word would describe Marley and Jamie, right?

Olivia: Why are you pumping me about them?

Jake: I just want to know where I stand.

Olivia: With Marley?

Jake: She was my wife.

Olivia: Jake, don't tell me you actually think you have a chance of getting her back.

Marley: He can't deny the truth. He admitted he raped me.

Jamie: I know that.

Marley: I told you, he said he didn't remember, but I made him remember. Jamie, it was the hardest thing I ever had to do, but I did it and now I am never going to forget the look on his face or the tone in his voice when he admitted it.

Jamie: I wish I had been there.

Marley: Well, I had to face him myself, you know that.

Jamie: Yes, but if I had been there and heard him, you would have had a witness in court.

Marley: You were the one who told me to prosecute, Jamie! It was your idea!

Jamie: Marley, I know that, and I meant it. I want Jake to pay for what he's done.

Marley: Well, why are you talking like this?

Jamie: Because I think that you have to think it through carefully.

Marley: Oh, please, I was up half the night. Of course I've thought it through ‑‑ why are you questioning this all of a sudden?

Jamie: I just want to make sure that you can handle it. We are looking at another long trial.

Marley: Well, I'm a pro now, remember? At least this time I'm not going to be the defendant.

Jamie: Marley, rape trials have a way of turning on their victims. Jake can get pretty ugly defending himself.

Marley: I cannot believe he would have the nerve to deny the truth after he admitted it to my face.

Jamie: Any man facing prison will do almost anything to avoid it. Marley, any good lawyer will tell Jake how thin the case is against him without his confession. You didn't go to the hospital that night after it happened. You didn't tell anyone about it for weeks afterwards, and there is no physical evidence. You are his ex‑wife, his fiancée about to dump him for another guy. You could have cried rape, too.

Marley: All right, stop it, please. I get the picture.

Jamie: I'm sorry.

Marley: I also know what my life is going to be like if I don't do this. And so do you.

Felicia: I knew if you were alive, not in a million years would you stay away from the people that you love the most.

Cass: So did I. There's one more big piece of news, Felicia.

Felicia: What?

Joe: No, no, no, no, no. You stop right there.

Cass: Felicia knows as well as anybody how dangerous this guy is. She won't say a word until we give her the signal.

Joe: You are not in charge here.

Kathleen: No, he's not. I am, remember? Felicia, the guy ‑‑ the man who is after me ‑‑ he's Carl Hutchins.

Felicia: Carl Hutchins? No, I don't believe that.

Kathleen: Neither can I, honey, but he's very much alive.

Felicia: No, this ‑‑ it can't be.

Cass: Kathleen found out that Carl headed up a major syndicate. She testified against him. Because of her he was sent away to prison.

Joe: Which is exactly why it's not safe for her to go public.

Frankie: But Kathleen neglected to tell us that little detail until she got here.

Felicia: Honey, what are you planning on doing?

Kathleen: Well, Cass has an idea.

Felicia: What, what is it?

Joe: This you won't believe.

Cass: We tell the world that she's back, and that she's ready to resume her old life.

Felicia: Cass! Honey, how ‑‑ how would you do that?

Kathleen: Well, not literally, of course. I mean, a lot of things have changed. But I can be Kathleen McKinnon again, and I can be in Bay City, and I can have my friends around me.

Frankie: Listen, while you're all catching up, I'm going to go get dressed, ok?

Cass: Excuse me.

Joe: And I guess I'll give "Attila" a break.

Felicia: I can't stop staring at you. Honey, come on. I have a million things that I need to ask you.

Kathleen: We have plenty of time for that, Felicia. I need your help. [Sighs] This is an agony.

Felicia: I know, I know it must be. I mean, the risk of it.

Kathleen: It's not just the risk for me. That would be simple.

Felicia: For Cass.

Kathleen: Felicia, is he happy?

Felicia: Honey, yeah. Yeah, I think he is, finally. I mean, ever since ‑‑ well, you know.

Kathleen: Yeah, I know.

Frankie: I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be rude. It's just that it's so hard watching you all. You're all down there having old home week, and I'm just there.

Cass: Frankie, this is your house. This is our house. That's a given.

Frankie: So is Kathleen.

Cass: I'm with you now. Kathleen is with Joe now.

Frankie: Not that way.

Cass: Yes, that way.

Frankie: How do you know?

Cass: By the way she yells at him.

Felicia: I never really thought it was possible for Cass to find somebody else who was good for him as you were.

Kathleen: But he has?

Felicia: Yeah.

Kathleen: And he loves her?

Felicia: Yeah.

Kathleen: Well, all along, I've been telling myself, that's what I wanted for him. Felicia, how can I do this to them?

Felicia: Honey, this is Cass' plan, and Frankie, she seems to be going along with it.

Kathleen: Oh, come on, Felicia. What else can she say?

Felicia: I know.

Kathleen: Tell me what to do.

Felicia: Oh. Honey, I don't think I can. What do you want to do?

Kathleen: That isn't an option.

Felicia: I know.

Kathleen: Cass hasn't changed much, has he?

Felicia: No ‑‑ no, he hasn’t. But then, neither have you.

Kathleen: [Whispering] Yeah.

Felicia: I know you still love him.

Kathleen: Why would I stop?

Ryan: Mind if I sit down?

Vicky: It's a free country.

Ryan: Now, these are for your luggage.

Bridget: I think I will go get a newspaper.

Vicky: No news is good news.

Ryan: These tickets are for your luggage. I booked you all the way through to Bay City.

Vicky: Bridget, take care of those, would you?

Ryan: They did say that there was going to be a delay while they put on the extra car for all of your bags.

Vicky: Quel droll.

Bridget: I told you not to pack all those party dresses.

Vicky: Well, I thought I might just meet Mr. Right here in Chi‑town. I wanted my whole arsenal with me.

Ryan: Did you? Meet him, that is?

Vicky: I didn't have a chance to meet anyone. Some clown was dogging me everywhere I went.

Ryan: Oh, well, doesn't matter. You wouldn't know Mr. Right if he tripped you while you were jogging.

Vicky: Oh, yes, I would.

Ryan: Oh, yeah?

Vicky: Yes.

Ryan: What's he like?

Vicky: Ok, he's honest for one thing.

Ryan: Mm‑hmm.

Vicky: And dependable.

Ryan: Oh.

Vicky: Responsible, sincere, and decent.

Ryan: Oh, yeah, I think I've met him. His name is Jamie Frame. You were married to him once. Didn't work out?

Vicky: You are so full of it.

Ryan: See, but you know what my theory is, is that the young Dr. Frame just couldn't handle your wild side.

Bridget: I think I better go to the ladies room. I think it's right ‑‑

Vicky: There's one in the train.

Bridget: Over there.

Vicky: What do you mean?

Ryan: Well, it's just that unlike your sister, you are impulsive, unpredictable, slightly desperate. And all of those traits ‑‑ well, you realize that all those traits had to be hidden, or else they would have driven him mad.

Vicky: Are you enjoying this?

Ryan: So your Mr. Right was actually Mr. Wrong.

Vicky: Don't you have to go now?

Ryan: Vicky, Vicky, you've turned denial into an art form.

Vicky: Only for people who don't take no for an answer. Only for people who think that they know better than I do what I like, what I want, and what I need.

Ryan: What you need is someone who occasionally manages to have the upper hand, both in bed and out.

Vicky: Oh ho ho! I knew we would get to this eventually. Hot times in the sack. Big deal.

Ryan: And just for the record, you're not my idea of Ms. Right, either.

Vicky: Who cares?

Why not?

Ryan: Well, because you are passionate, yes, and sexy, yes. But you see, I need someone who is able to give.

Vicky: As opposed to put out.

Ryan: As opposed to someone who thinks so little of themselves that they can't accept love when it's thrown right at them.

Vicky: All right, then we're even. I can't accept love, you can't accept me.

Ryan: Now, that is ‑‑ why the hell do I care? Ok, Vicky, you win. I throw in the towel. It doesn't matter anyway. I don't have time for these games anymore anyway.

Vicky: Whew, that's a relief.

Ryan: I've been assigned to a new service.

Vicky: My, my, what service is that?

Ryan: Special detail.

Vicky: Oh, really? Is that when you get to play doorman to the mayor?

Bridget: Oh, no, it's nothing like that. It's the most dangerous squad on the force.

Vicky: What?

Ryan: Don't bore her, Bridget.

Bridget: I'm very serious. I know all about this. I heard all about it on the police scanner. It's the most high‑risk group on the police force. Why did you ever decide to do something like that?

Vicky: Is this a demotion because you were helping Marley and me?

Ryan: Still the center of the universe, aren't you?

Vicky: Ryan, why would you take an assignment like that?

Ryan: Why do you care?

Announcer: Train number 463, the silver clipper direct to Bay City, now loading on track 10.

Ryan: That's your train. All aboard.

Bridget: Well, they're calling. We better go.

Ryan: Hey, hey, maybe you'll get lucky, and Mr. Right will be on board, right? Ciao, Vicky.

Bridget, I'm going to miss you.

Jake: So you don't think much of my chances with Marley, huh?

Olivia: Do you?

Jake: I can always dream.

Olivia: I think you're wasting your energy.

Jake: I better not do that. I don't have much of it left. What I do have left, I'm going to use to turn over a new leaf.

Olivia: I don't know why people concentrate on things that were never right in the first place.

Jake: Olivia, there was a lot right with Marley and me.

Olivia: Stay in the "now," Jake. Why don't you concentrate on getting well?

Jake: How did you get so smart?

Olivia: I don't know. I've grown up a lot, learned a few things. Sam and I are together now ‑‑ I mean, really together.

Jake: No one deserves to be happier than you do. I mean that.

Olivia: Thanks. I am happy, as long as I have Sam. He's wonderful to me. Hi. I'm really glad you made it. I was just telling Jake about us.

Sam: Nice. How are you?

Jake: I've felt better.

Olivia: I missed you.

Sam: Sorry. We got tied up at work.

Olivia: Oh, that's ok, but I have to go to a class now, so you guys have a good visit.

Sam: Ok, will you meet me in the office afterwards?

Olivia: Yeah, great.

Sam: Bye, now.

Olivia: Bye. Take care, Jake.

[Door closes]

Jake: There goes a woman in love.

Sam: Do you mind if we don't talk about my love life?

Jake: Well, I hope you guys are both in love, because I'd hate to see a sweet girl like that get hurt.

Sam: You are going to warn me about hurting women?

Jake: Oh, another member of the lynch mob.

Felicia: You know, when Cass and Frankie first met, they absolutely detested each other. They fought like cats and dogs.

Kathleen: That sounds familiar.

Felicia: Doesn't it? She's as feisty and stubborn as he is.

Kathleen: Hard‑headed and red‑ headed.

Felicia: Yeah, something like that. The two of you have certain similarities.

Kathleen: I guess that's flattering.

Felicia: Honey, Frankie is her own person. She's an original, believe me. And I know ‑‑ God, it's so hard for you to hear ‑‑ Cass does love her.

Cass: Kathleen, it's time you made a decision. Are you going to go or are you going to stay?

Vicky: Excuse me.

Announcer: Final call for the Bay City Express. All aboard.

Vicky: You can stop looking like you're looking. I'm on to you.

Bridget: I beg your pardon?

Vicky: Bridget, cut the innocence. I know.

Bridget: You know what?

Vicky: Him? The guy with the newspaper? He wasn't there when I went to the restroom.

Bridget: I didn't notice.

Vicky: Get real. You think I didn't know it was Ryan?

Bridget: Oh, you were hoping, and I was, too. But I've been looking outside there. I didn't see him anywhere.

Vicky: Right. All right, mister, the jig is up.

Man: What is with you, lady?

Vicky: Oh, I'm sorry. I thought you were a friend of mine.

Man: And that's how you treat your friends?

Vicky: I'm sorry, ok? All right, so that wasn't him. But I'm sure Ryan just switched uniforms with the conductor and he will be along any minute to punch my ticket.

Bridget: You wish.

Vicky: What?

Bridget: You know, Ryan said a very definite good‑bye.

Vicky: That didn't fool me.

Bridget: Oh. Maybe you're fooling yourself. And you've no one but yourself to blame. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to say that.

Vicky: Oh, no, you don't have to. I've always been a stubborn, willful girl, et cetera, et cetera, right?

Bridget: Well, there's nothing to be gained by bringing that point up now. All we have to do is look to the future.

Vicky: Right, the one where I have condemned myself to a life without love, right?

Bridget: Well, now, the only time I ever brought any of this up, was when you had a choice to be made. All right, you've made your choice. Ryan accepted it.

Vicky: You really think he did?

Bridget: Yes, I do.

Vicky: Hallelujah. It's about time.

Bridget: Maybe you're right.

Jake: Didn't you used to be a friend of mine?

Sam: What you did to Marley is hard to overlook, friend.

Jake: You know, it's funny. This is one of those things where you feel like you're accused, and then zap, you're guilty.

Sam: Are you denying you did it?

Jake: I thought of anyone, you would know how this feels.

Sam: How what feels?

Jake: To be accused by someone who is supposed to love you.

Kind of like when Amanda accused you of trying to kill her?

Sam: Yeah, I know how it feels, all right. I was devastated, I was frustrated, I was angry, but I was also innocent.

Jake: How do you know I'm not?

Sam: I don't. But you haven't said you weren't yet.

Jake: I'll tell you the same thing that I told Olivia. I love Marley more than I love my own life. But that doesn't matter, because she said I forced her to ‑‑

And she believes that.

And that is worse than anything any Judge or jury can hand me.

Jamie: I have to go to the hospital. Marley, I didn't mean to upset you, or stop you from pressing charges.

Marley: I haven't changed my mind.

Jamie: I want you to make an informed decision. I don't want you to be hurt anymore.

Marley: How can it hurt me anymore than it already has? I'm not in control of myself, I scream at people in public that I don't even know. When I'm angry at somebody that I do care about, I don't know if it's real or reasonable, or if it's about what happened.

Jamie: You may be able to work through those things with a therapist.

Marley: I want revenge. I want Jake to pay for what he's done to me, for the pain and the rage that I still feel, for the time he's cost the two of us that I'm never going to get back with you. I'm not going to be his victim anymore.

Jamie: I just want you to make an informed decision. Maybe you should talk to Ryan.

Marley: [Sighs]

Jamie: Get the law enforcement angle. Ask Cass what he thinks your chances are.

Marley: All right, but I've made up my mind.

Jamie: As long as you know there are no guarantees.

Marley: I know.

Jamie: I will be with you every step of the way.

Marley: Thank you.

Felicia: I think I should go, ok? I know you are going to do the right thing, honey.

Kathleen: You know me, an old font of wisdom.

Felicia: Look, if you decide to stay, and you want to go through with this crazy plan of yours, we can talk about the broadcast. Anything I can do to help.

Kathleen: Yeah, I know. So if I stay, I'll call you soon, ok?

Felicia: Ok.

Kathleen: And if not, this is probably goodbye.

Felicia: I just don't want to lose you again. But...there is so much risk in this. You know that. Ok.

Cass: There is risk either way. Kathleen is the only one who can decide.

Felicia: How about you ‑‑ are you ok?

Frankie: I'm fine, thanks. Look, I'm going to make everyone lunch, ok?

Felicia: I'll see you later.

Frankie: Yes.

Joe: So, what is this about the broadcast?

Felicia: You know, this is such an invasion of privacy.

Cass: Yeah, I know.

Felicia: It's cold out here.

Cass: We have guards around the clock. They rotate shifts, so it's best if you give them a call before you come over next time.

Felicia: Ok. Now, you know, no matter how this goes, you can count on me.

Cass: I do know it, I do.

Felicia: Ok.

Cass: Wait a second, what is this? Hello!

Felicia: Actually, this is ‑‑ oh, stop it. This is why I came over here, to show you.

Cass: Honey, this is your left hand, your third finger. It's the right place, it must be Lucas and you.

Felicia: Well, we decided to give it a go.

Cass: Oh. I'm so sorry, this is what you came over for, and you couldn't even tell us about it.

Felicia: Just tell me you're glad. I mean, I know that you and Luke aren't exactly kindred spirits.

Cass: Hey, he's your guy. Who am I to pass judgment on him? I only ever wanted your happiness, that's all.

Felicia: Oh, thank you, love, thank you.

Cass: And I am certainly in no shape to pass judgment now.

Felicia: You must be in such shock.

Cass: How can I feel all this at once?

Felicia: I know.

Cass: I love Frankie.

Felicia: I know.

Cass: But I never stopped loving Kathleen’s memory. And now she is here in the flesh.

Felicia: It's so wonderful and terrible, and this is just –

Cass and Felicia: Confusing ‑‑

Felicia: As hell. I wish I had some advice for you, honey ‑‑ I don't.

Cass: It's official, I'm in a quandary.

Felicia: Just take it one step at a time.

Cass: Ok.

Felicia: Ok?

Cass: Yeah.

Felicia: All right. Go inside, it's cold.

Cass: Ok.

Joe: Don't you understand that nothing has changed? It's still too dangerous for you to show this beautiful face.

Kathleen: Oh, Joe, everything has changed. I'm Kathleen McKinnon again. I'm myself. How can I leave the people who care about me?

Joe: I care about you.

Kathleen: I know you do. I know.

[Knock on door]

Sam: Hey, did you decide on the cover yet?

Amanda: Yeah, I think so. So, did you see Jake?

Sam: Yeah, I did.

Amanda: How is he?

Sam: Well, he's made a lot of progress. But he's still a little weak, though.

Amanda: Poor baby.

Sam: Amanda, he did almost die.

Amanda: Are you feeling sorry for him?

Sam: Look, what did you think of the cover?

Amanda: No, no, no, in a minute. I don't understand this sympathy towards Jake. Marley was the victim.

Sam: I am not condoning rape, if that's what happened.

Amanda: If that's what happened?

Olivia: Hi, lunch.

Amanda: Are you suggesting that Marley made this up?

Sam: Look, I really don't want to get into this now.

Amanda: Why? You're taking his side.

Sam: I'm not taking anybody's side, but there usually are two to each story.

Amanda: Anybody that knows Jake and knows Marley can figure out which one to believe.

Olivia: You know, Amanda, people aren't always what they seem to be. I mean, is anybody's judgment perfect? Is yours?

Amanda: This, in my flawed judgment, is a dynamite cover. Go with it.

Sam: Why did you get into that?

Olivia: Because she was attacking you.

Sam: She was not attacking me. It was a difference of opinion.

Olivia: Sorry.

Sam: Look, I can take care of myself, all right?

Olivia: I know that, I just ‑‑

Sam: What?

Olivia: I guess I wanted her to see how in tune you and I were, that's all.

Sam: All right, fine. But in the future if you would just let me ‑‑

Olivia: In the future, I won't rub it in, I promise, ok? You and I have each other, and Amanda has nobody, so that makes us lucky, doesn't it?

Cass: The point is, knowing that Hutchins is the one that we're up against, I feel even more strongly than ever that putting our cards on the table is the smartest move. It gives us control, it gives you back your life, your family, your friends.

Joe: Temporarily.

Cass: And it puts the heat on Hutchins if anything happens to you or to us.

Kathleen: Ok, I know how both of you feel. Frankie, what about you?

Frankie: Me?

Kathleen: Well, obviously, I've messed up your life just by being here.

Frankie: Well, I'm coping.

Kathleen: I can see that. And I have to tell you that I don't think that I could be as graceful under the same circumstance. I'd really like to know what you think.

Frankie: I keep wondering what I would have done then, if I were you. But I think that this has all gone too far. We can't go backward; we have to go through with it.

Kathleen: I agree. I'm going to stay in Bay City.

Bridget: What's the matter, are you expecting someone?

Vicky: Oh, I just thought that Dad might meet us here, or at least send a car. All right, I was looking for Ryan, but we both know he's probably here somewhere.

Bridget: Why on earth would Ryan be here? You told him you didn't want to see him, right?

Vicky: Right.

Bridget: Oh, look, there's your Dad's chauffeur. I'll go give him the ‑‑

Vicky: Thank you! Oh, God, don't hit me!

Ryan: You want a lift?

Vicky: [Laughs] Oh, heck, why not?

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