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[Amanda moans]

Evan: Amanda? Amanda? Amanda, can you hear me?

Amanda: Alli, Alli, donít cry.

Evan: Oh, my God, Amanda, you are burning up.

Amanda: Donít cry. I'm coming.

Evan: Amanda, Amanda, Amanda, donít you worry, honey. I'm right here. I'm going to take care of you. I'm right here. Do you hear me?

Amanda: Sam, Sam, where are you?

Dustin: Ok, crew, we've got work to do.

Evan: Where have you been? She's been this way for 24 hours. She needs a doctor.

Dustin: Nice try.

Evan: If you donít believe me, come see for yourself.

Dustin: What kind of fool do you think I am?

Evan: Listen to me, Dustin. If you want this stinking, lousy plan of yours to work, you better do something for Amanda, because as of right now she canít pretend she's anybody, let alone your dead wife.

Vicky: Hello.

Jamie: Honey, honey --

Vicky: What?

Jamie: Next time Michael and Donna ask us to baby-sit, we're going to say no.

Vicky: It sounds pretty quiet up there now.

Jamie: Oh, yeah, they're asleep now, but it took little Steven and Michael, oh, about an hour to get there.

Vicky: Oh, poor baby.

Jamie: This is hard work, honey. This is hard work. I mean, just when little Steven was about to close his pretty little eyes, Mikey jumps up and yells, "can I rock him now? Can I rock him now, huh? Can I? Please? Please?" You know, and, which, of course, little Steven -- he wakes up and starts screaming his little head off again, and we're back at square one.

Vicky: Jamie?

Jamie: Yes, dear.

Vicky: I have to talk to you.

Jamie: Yeah, well, you better make it quick before the little devils wake up again.

Vicky: Oh, no, no, I have an idea.

Jamie: Oh, yeah?

Vicky: Mm-hmm.

Jamie: Well, if it's half as good as the idea you had last night, that's --

Vicky: No, this is a serious idea.

Jamie: Well, so is this.

Vicky: No, Jamie, listen to me. I think we should leave Bay City.

[Reporters shout questions]

Cass: Oh, good, you're here. She has to receive these personally.

Man: I've been doing this for years, Mr. Winthrop.

Cass: Yes, I'm sure you have, but it's extremely important.

Man: Donít you worry, sir.

Cass: Thank you.

Ronnie: You know, you should take a real lunch hour, go to a restaurant, relax.

Zack: And miss out on Ronnie Lawrence's bacon, lettuce, and tomato sandwich?

Ronnie: Turkey and Swiss.

Zack: Well, that's what I meant.

Ronnie: Yeah.

Zack: Look, my mouth is watering already.

Ronnie: Mm-hmm.

Zack: And homemade brownies.

Ronnie: Store-bought oatmeal cookies.

Zack: Peaches.

Ronnie: Granny Smith apples, sorry.

Zack: Well, I'll probably have to work right through lunch anyway, but whatever you brought me, it's going to be great, ok?

Ronnie: So how do you think it's going to go today?

Zack: Well, I figure Johnís going to be a strong witness. It could be a long day for us.

[Reporters shout questions]

Reporter: What were you doing there?

Donna: Cass looks confident.

Michael: Well, he has to. Johnís testimony is not going to help Felicia. I'm afraid your testimony did a lot of damage.

Donna: I only told the truth, Michael.

Michael: I know, I know, I know. I just wish the truth doesn't hurt so much.

Sharlene: Are you nervous?

John: Why? All I have to do is tell the truth, right?

Sharlene: Right.

Cass: Things are really starting to look good for us, honey.

Felicia: You think they are? Really?

Cass: I got a great new piece of information.

Felicia: What?

Cass: All I can tell you now is it's about one of my primary suspects.

Bailiff: All rise.

Judge: Be seated, please. Ms. Graves, you may call your next witness.

Morgan: Your honor, the state calls John Hudson.

John: I swear.

Judge: You may be seated, Mr. Hudson.

Morgan: State your name and occupation, please.

John: John Hudson. I'm a partner in the firm of Frame Construction.

Morgan: And who are your other partners?

John: At this point there's only one, Sharlene Watts.

Morgan: Is she in this courtroom?

John: Yes, in the front row.

Morgan: And she's the sister of the deceased.

John: Yes. Jason Frame and I were the original partners. Sharlene took over for Jason after his death.

Morgan: How is the company doing financially?

Cass: I fail to see how that's relevant, your honor.

Judge: I know you've been on hiatus from the courtroom, Mr. Winthrop, but we still make objections, just like in the old movies.

Cass: I object, your honor.

Judge: Overruled. You may continue, Miss. Graves.

Morgan: Mr. Hudson?

John: The company's beginning to get on its feet.

Morgan: So you're beginning to have some projects now that you're working on.

John: Yes. As a matter of fact, we just finished the spa at the Cory complex.

Morgan: Are those the only kinds of jobs that you do?

John: Well, at this point, we'll do just about anything.

Morgan: Is that why you've been renovating Felicia Gallant's apartment?

John: I havenít.

Morgan: But I thought that you had --

John: No, I meant that I havenít. Jason was doing that job. I was overseeing another project, the hospice.

Morgan: Then, Mr. Frame did all of the work for Miss Gallant himself.

John: Yes. We divided up the jobs, and Jason chose Feliciaís.

Morgan: And he was there alone?

John: As far as I know.

Morgan: Isnít that kind of strange, that a partner would be doing such a small job?

John: Oh, I donít know. I've never really thought about it. We're not that big of a company.

Morgan: All right. Did Mr. Frame ever discuss with you what went on at the suite?

John: He talked about the progress and the renovations.

Morgan: But not about Miss Gallant?

John: No.

Morgan: But Mr. Frame did have a reputation as a womanizer?

Cass: I object, your honor.

Judge: A witness has testified to no knowledge of a relationship. Move on, Ms. Graves.

Morgan: I have no further questions at this time, your honor, but I do reserve the right to recall this witness.

Judge: Your witness, Mr. Winthrop.

Cass: Mr. Hudson, you testified that your company is getting on its feet.

John: Starting to.

Cass: But Frame Construction did have a long dry spell, did it not?

John: We had our share of financial problems, if that's what you mean.

Cass: And were these financial problems ever a source of friction between you and your partner, Jason Frame?

John: Yes, they were.

Cass: Could you explain why?

John: Jason and I didnít always see eye to eye on how best to improve the company.

Cass: Would you be more specific, please?

John: Jason often looked for the fastest way to make us a success.

Cass: And that way wasn't always legitimate, was it?

Morgan: Objection. Besides putting a deceased man on trial, this line of questioning is completely irrelevant.

Cass: Your honor, allow me to continue and I'll show the court the purpose.

Judge: I'm going to give you some leeway --

Cass: Thank you.

Judge: But donít overstep it.

Cass: You didnít like Jason Frame, did you, Mr. Hudson?

Morgan: Objection.

Judge: Sustained. Rephrase your question, counselor.

Cass: Isnít it true, Mr. Hudson, that the night that Jason Frame died you and he had a heated argument?

John: Yes, we did.

Cass: So then, wouldn't it be safe to say that you and he weren't on very good terms just before he was killed?

John: We had a disagreement.

Cass: "A disagreement"?

John: Yes.

Cass: "A disagreement" implies a discussion. Wasn't it more than that?

John: Maybe.

Cass: I need you to be more specific than just "maybe," Mr. Hudson. Did you have a disagreement, or did you have an argument?

John: We had an argument.

Cass: You were angry with him.

John: Yes.

Cass: Angry enough to hurt him?

John: I was very angry.

Cass: Angry enough to kill?

Jamie: You want to leave Bay City?

Vicky: Mm-hmm. I think it's a great idea.

Jamie: Yeah? How?

Vicky: A change.

Jamie: Let me see, wait a minute now. Did I hear you right? You want to move away now?

Vicky: Oh, well, this minute if you would agree.

Jamie: Yeah, well, this kind of comes out of the blue, you know.

Vicky: No. I've given it a lot of thought.

Jamie: Yeah, really? How much? About five minutes' worth?

Vicky: No, it makes sense, Jamie.

Jamie: Hmm, tell me, what kind of sense does it make? All of our families are here, our friends are here, my job is here. The new house we just bought is right here. Tell me, honey, now, what kind of sense does this make?

Vicky: Well, you and I had a rough start in Bay City.

Jamie: Yes, we did have a rough start, but we're all just fine right now. We're happily married and we have a beautiful little baby boy.

Vicky: Yeah, I know, I know, but that doesn't change the fact that people here judge me.

Jamie: Judge you? Who judges you?

Vicky: People.

Jamie: What people?

Vicky: On the bus.

Jamie: You donít take the bus.

Vicky: In the markets.

Jamie: Bridget does our marketing.

Vicky: Well, I do it sometimes, but that doesn't matter, honey. Everybody is the same. They all look at me and think I'm the woman who broke up you and Lisa.

Jamie: Since when do you care what people think?

Vicky: I care about Steven.

Jamie: What does he have to do with this?

Vicky: Everyone knows he was conceived before we got married.

Jamie: So? This is 1989. You think people really care about that kind of stuff anymore?

Vicky: Yes, I do think people care. People donít just forget about this. They could make life tough for Steven.

Jamie: Honey, wait a minute now. This really doesn't make any sense at all now. We have a very good life here.

Vicky: I could be happier someplace else.

Jamie: I thought you were happy now.

Vicky: I am, most of the time. But I get to thinking --

Jamie: Yeah?

Vicky: Mm-hmm.

Jamie: Well, wait, honey, hold on now. If you've done all this thinking, if we did move, where would we go?

Vicky: I've got the perfect place, a place we'd both love.

Jamie: Yeah?

Vicky: Yeah.

Jamie: Where?

Vicky: We could make a whole fresh start.

Jamie: Where?

Vicky: Majorca.

Eric: Marley?

Marley: Eric.

[Eric laughs]

Eric: We have got to stop meeting like this.

Marley: Yes, we do. What are you doing here?

Eric: Oh, relaxing, thinking.

Marley: You?

Eric: Well, actually, I was supposed to meet a colleague for lunch, but he had to cancel.

Marley: Oh, and you didnít go back to your office?

Eric: Is that the kind of image that I project -- an ambitious, workaholic, type-a maniac?

Marley: Oh, not all those things.

Eric: Actually, I am, and I'm beginning to hate it. It's no way to live.

Marley: Oh, so you decided to buy yourself a drink and do a little soul searching?

Eric: You know, I haven't searched my soul since I was 17.

Marley: Really? You're way overdue.

Eric: Yeah. I tore a ligament when I was skiing and I was laid up in traction for about three weeks.

Marley: I canít imagine you lying still for that long.

Eric: I had no choice.

Marley: So that was the last time you searched your soul?

Eric: Well, it was either that and watching old reruns of "Gilliganís island."

Marley: Well, then this is an historic event. I'll leave you alone.

Eric: No, no, no, no. Why donít you join me for lunch? I can always search my soul later.

Marley: Well --

Eric: Or are you waiting for Jake?

Marley: Yes, I am, but he wonít be here for another hour.

Eric: Well, we have plenty of time.

Marley: Yeah. I needed to get out of the house.

Eric: Not to do a little soul searching, by any chance?

Marley: How'd you guess?

Eric: Well, why donít you have a drink with me and we'll both wait for Jake.

Marley: All right. Uh -- bartender, I would like to have a --

Bartender: I make a mean frozen strawberry margarita.

Marley: Well, that's perfect. Make it double. Why not live dangerously for once in my life?

Evan: Julia's dead, isnít she?

Dustin: You shut up.

Evan: That's why you've been planning this whole thing.

Dustin: You donít know what you're talking about.

Evan: Look, all I care about is Amanda, and you've got to get her a doctor.

Amanda: Oh.

[Amanda moans]

Dustin: She is running a fever.

Evan: Fever? She's out of her mind, Dustin. She doesn't even know where she is.

Dustin: I'll have Andrews get her some aspirin.

Evan: That's not going to be enough. Now, you get her a doctor. Otherwise, this plan of yours is going to go up in smoke.

Amanda: Yeah, I'm coming home, Sam.

Dustin: Isnít that strange?

Amanda: Sam --

Dustin: I thought you and Amanda were in love.

Evan: We are.

Dustin: She's calling for her husband. Explain that.

Evan: Of course we're in love.

Dustin: Liar.

Evan: Well, why do you think that I'm so worried about her?

Dustin: She wants her husband.

Evan: Dustin, she doesn't even know what she's talking about.

Dustin: I hope you're not planning something stupid, Bates.

Evan: Donít you know by now we have no choice but to help you? And like I said, your plan fits right in with ours.

Dustin: You two can go wherever you want, but you're going to play by my rules. I'll get her some antibiotics.

Evan: You will?

Dustin: She's got to be ready by Thursday.

Evan: Dustin, you didnít answer my question. Julia -- she's dead, isnít she?

Dustin: She's dead to me.

Sam: What do you mean, that's all you can do? What does it take to get the police to investigate this? Look, she's been missing for days! Yeah, she called, but I said that was days ago. That's it? That's -- fine. You guys really donít give a damn, do you?

Sam: To hell with this.

Sam: Auntie Rose, please. Auntie Rose. Yeah, hi. This is Sam Cory. I'm glad you remember me. Listen, I'm going to make this brief. If you want to wake up to a business tomorrow morning, you will be over at my apartment in five minutes and you will have Dustin Trentís file with you. Thank you.

John: If you're asking did I kill Jason Frame, the answer is no.

Cass: Let's go on. The night that Jason Frame died you followed him to the big top.

John: Yes.

Cass: Why?

John: We had a few things to straighten out.

Cass: Would you please describe to the court what happened.

John: I found him there, and we argued.

Cass: And that's all?

John: Yes.

Cass: What did you argue about?

John: He had said something earlier to his sister that had upset her a great deal.

Cass: You argued about his sister Sharlene.

John: Yes.

Cass: You're dating Sharlene Watts. Isnít that right?

John: You know that's right.

Cass: What did Jason say to his sister that upset her so much?

Morgan: Objection, your honor. Hearsay.

Judge: Sustained.

Cass: Did either Jason or Sharlene tell you what was said?

John: No.

Cass: That's odd. Did Jason approve of you dating his sister?

John: No.

Cass: Why do you think he didnít approve?

John: He wanted someone better for her.

Cass: I'm sorry. Could you speak up, please?

John: He didnít think I was good enough for her.

Cass: And why not? Could it be because he found you unstable?

John: What the hell was that supposed to mean?

Cass: Isnít it true, Mr. Hudson, that after the war you lived in hiding for close to 20 years?

John: Yes. Yes, it's true.

Cass: For 20 years, you allowed your family to believe you were dead?

John: It was better they thought that.

Cass: The war traumatized you, didnít it, Mr. Hudson, so much so that you couldn't bear to go home and face your life.

Frankie: It's ok. He's doing fine.

John: You are jumping to conclusions! You're making assumptions about something you couldn't possibly understand!

Cass: Isnít it a fact, Mr. Hudson, that you were so haunted, so adversely affected --

Morgan: Objection, your honor.

Cass: By your years in Vietnam that Jason was desperate to keep you from getting close to his sister?

John: No! No! It is not true! Why are you doing this to me, Cass?

Morgan: Your honor, please!

Cass: Your honor, I think Mr. Hudson needs a moment to collect himself. I would like to request a recess.

Judge: This isnít a basketball game, counselor. You donít just call time-out when you feel like it.

Cass: It's not for me, your honor.

Judge: When we come back, we'll move your questioning along.

Cass: I fully intend to do that, sir.

Judge: Court stands recessed for 15 minutes.

Bailiff: All rise.

Jamie: Majorca?

Vicky: It's my favorite place in the world.

Jamie: To vacation.

Vicky: To live.

Jamie: Honey, we donít even speak the language.

Vicky: We can learn.

Jamie: I couldn't get a job there.

Vicky: Oh, of course you can. Every place needs doctors.

Jamie: Not foreign doctors. Do you know what it would take for me to get a license to practice in another country? It would take me years.

Vicky: So what? We've got money.

Jamie: This is insane.

Vicky: Come on. Where's your sense of adventure?

Jamie: We're not talking about adventure here. We're -- we're talking about insanity.

Vicky: Why? Because you always have to play it safe and play by the rules, always make the obvious choice?

Jamie: Honey, we're no longer high school kids trying to decide where to go dancing. We're parents now, and we have responsibilities.

Vicky: Then I guess you wonít do it.

Jamie: I'm just trying to understand why you even suggested this.

Vicky: I told you. I'm thinking about Steven. I want him to have all the opportunities I never had. I want him to have the best life possible.

Jamie: And do you think he would have that in Majorca? With no chance to get to know his grandparents, no sense of his own history?

Vicky: What about you?

Jamie: Me?

Vicky: Yeah. You have no room for advancement at Bay City general.

Jamie: Who said that?

Vicky: Well, they passed you over for chief of staff.

Jamie: I didnít want that job.

Vicky: Oh, come on. Donít you have any ambition?

Jamie: No -- what, because I donít want to sit behind a desk all day long, because I donít want to go to board meetings all the time, because I donít want to schmooze with those rich donors? Is that a crime?

Vicky: I just thought that maybe you would want that job so you could support Steven and me better.

Jamie: Listen, you just thought that I wanted what you want. Well, honey, I donít. I just -- I want to work with good people and I want to come home to my lovely, beautiful wife and my wonderful new baby.

Vicky: Fine.

Jamie: You're disappointed.

Vicky: I'll get over it.

Jamie: Listen, honey, I'm sorry about this, I'm sorry you feel this way --

[Knock on door]

Jamie: But I just canít --

Vicky: I'll get it.

Jamie: Get the door.

Man: Victoria Frame?

Vicky: I'm very busy. I --

Man: This is for you.

Jamie: What is it?

Vickyís voice: Why are you asking me all these questions? Felicia already admitted to shooting Jason. Shouldnít you be trying to prove it was an accident?

Cass: It May not have been one.

Vicky: What?

Cass: After checking all the evidence very carefully, it's pretty clear to me that Felicia was mistaken about what happened.

Vicky: Well, what do you mean?

Cass: There was somebody else in the hall of mirrors that night. Felicia heard yelling, and Jason was arguing with someone, and that could have been the person who killed him.

Vicky: Where did you come up with all this information?

Cass: About the other person?

Vicky: Uh-huh.

Cass: Actually, it's just a theory.

Vicky: Oh. It's a theory.

Cass: Yeah. If I could prove it, I would have had the charges against Felicia dropped a long time ago.

Vicky: Cass, I wish I could help you. I just donít know what I can do.

Cass: You still claim that you were behind Jamie?

Vicky: Cass, I'm not claiming. I was behind him.

Cass: Ok. I'll probably get back to you about this after I've had a chance to talk to the others.

Vicky: What others?

Cass: Everybody who was there that night -- your mother, your father, Mac, Rachel, Jamie, Iris, Jake -- everybody.

Vicky: That makes you --

Cass: What?

Vicky: Donít you feel a little funny checking up on all your friends?

Cass: Listen to me. Feliciaís life is on the line here. She didnít murder Jason, so somebody else had to.

Vicky: And --

Cass: Everybody is a suspect.

Vicky: I've been subpoenaed. I have to testify at Feliciaís trial.

Marley: Bartender, you make a mean margarita!

Eric: Shh. Shh, shh, shh.

Marley: Am I talking too loud?

Eric: It's ok.

Marley: Did anybody hear me?

Eric: Yeah, everybody in the restaurant.

Marley: Oh, how embarrassing.

Eric: Look, maybe you ought to get something to eat.

Marley: No, no, I'm not hungry, and besides, I'm waiting for Jake. I love him.

Eric: Yeah, but the drink is --

Marley: I know. It went right to my head, I know.

Eric: See, you donít have much of a tolerance for this stuff, do you?

Marley: Oh, what are you talking about, "tolerance"? I have got an extreme amount of tolerance for this. Let me show you. Bartender, could you come here, please? Now, this is a strawberry margarita, right? Well, of course, because there's still a little bit of pink liquid in here.

Bartender: Would you like another one?

Marley: Mm-hmm. Pourquoi pas? C'est la vie. Whoo.

Eric: No. No, no, no, no, no. Thanks, anyway. Could you bring us some peanuts or crackers or something?

Bartender: Sure. No problem.

Eric: You've had enough, Marley.

Marley: You're right. I've had enough -- enough temperature charts, enough thermometers, enough classes, enough false hope and waiting and waiting and waiting.

Eric: Yeah, I know it's been very difficult.

Marley: No, it's not only the fertility thing. It's my life, my marriage -- everything. I haven't had this much fun in a long time.

Eric: No, I donít think you should.

Marley: Should what? Should talk? Talk, right? Talking is -- is good for you. What's wrong with getting something off your chest for once in your life? To tell you the truth, it's good for you, at least while you're doing it.

Eric: Yes, but I donít want you to say anything that you might regret later.

Marley: No, the only thing I regret is that it's taken me this long to realize and to see the light, to know that I'm not meant to have what I want in this life.

Eric: No, Marley, Marley, what are you talking about? You've got your family. You've got your friends. You've got a husband who loves you.

Marley: I know, I know. Then why do I feel so empty?

Jake: What's going on here?

Woman: Excuse me.

Sharlene: You're doing fine, John.

John: I couldn't think.

Sharlene: Everybody was on your side.

John: Why the hell would Cass do that to me?

Michael: I've been asking myself the same question.

Donna: I'm not at all surprised. I've seen Cass do the most dreadful things before. Nicole? What on earth is Cass trying to do?

Nicole: His job. He's defending Felicia against a murder charge. Is that so difficult to understand?

Donna: John is a part of our family. And Cass will be, too, if he ever gets around to marrying you.

Nicole: He's trying to create reasonable doubt to convince the jury someone else might be responsible for Jasonís death.

Donna: But John?

Nicole: Well, he's got to point the jury away from Felicia.

Donna: What he did was unnecessarily brutal and cruel.

Nicole: Donna --

Donna: Nicole, I'm sorry. I cannot have my family living in the midst of all this hostility. I think what Cass has done is unforgivable.

Zack: Cass, Judge Tinkham has a very short fuse.

Mitch: He certainly does.

Zack: And if you donít get to your point soon, he's going to sit you down.

Cass: Any word from Stacey?

Zack: Nothing.

Cass: I've got to find out about Derek one way or the other.

Felicia: Cass?

Cass: How are you holding up, honey?

Felicia: No, no, I'm fine. It's John.

Cass: What about him?

Felicia: He's a friend. I just hate what's going on in here.

Mitch: Look, Cass, you do what you have to do. Felicia, somebody is trying to lay this blame on you. If it takes Cass being tough to get the truth, then he has to do it.

Cass: Honey, this is the way it has to be. I hate it, believe me, but I have no choice.

Felicia: Ok. Ok.

Frankie: Hey, look, John, I could see where this is rough on you.

John: "Rough"?

Frankie: But that doesn't give you an excuse to be badmouthing my Uncle the way you've been doing.

Sharlene: Frankie.

Frankie: This is in public, Sharlene. The press has all of this on tape.

Sharlene: Frankie, your Uncle was no saint, and if John went up there and said that he was, he wouldnít be telling the truth. How are you really doing? Come here.

John: I want to knock his teeth right down his throat.

Sharlene: You canít let him know that. Can you handle this?

John: I'm going to have to. He's trying to break me.

Sharlene: You wonít let him. Come on, John. You've come too far.

John: You know, Sharlene, I thought that getting to the truth about Vietnam would make me free.

Sharlene: It did.

John: I donít know. From where I'm sitting, the truth just might bring me down.

Auntie Rose: I donít take well to threats, Mr. Cory.

Sam: The name is Fowler.

Auntie Rose: I beg your pardon?

Sam: Amanda Cory is my wife.

Auntie Rose: Your wife? But I --

Sam: Shut up and listen to me for a second. Amandaís been missing for days, and I want you to tell me where she is.

Auntie Rose: But I canít.

Sam: What, you haven't heard from her?

Auntie Rose: No, no, I have not.

Sam: All right, fine, fine. Then tell me everything you know about Dustin Trent.

Auntie Rose: But I donít know Mr. Trent personally.

Sam: I donít care how you know Mr. Trent.

Auntie Rose: But I canít tell you anything.

Sam: Look, lady, I donít want any trouble. I just want my wife back.

Auntie Rose: And I hope that you're very successful in finding her, but this has nothing whatever to do with me, and I really have to go now.

Sam: You're not going anywhere. If you donít tell me what I need to know and cooperate with me, I'll call the cops and I will tell them everything that I know about your little V.I.P. escort service. Clear?

Auntie Rose: And implicate your wife?

Sam: Finding my wife is the only thing that's important to me right now. Do I make myself understood?

Auntie Rose: But I donít see how I can help you do that.

Sam: Give me Dustin Trentís file. You did bring it with you, didnít you?

Auntie Rose: Well, yes, I --

Sam: Give it to me now.

Auntie Rose: I hope that you will think very hard before you do anything rash.

Sam: I'll call you and let you know if I need any more information.

Auntie Rose: A lot of people will be hurt if V.I.P. is exposed. Think about that.

Evan: Amanda, what are you doing?

[Amanda moans]

Evan: Come here, come here.

Amanda: The baby's fine.

Evan: Come here. Shh, shh.

Amanda: Isnít it great?

Evan: Oh, wait, wait, wait.

Amanda: No.

Evan: Come here. Come on. You've got to lay down.

Amanda: No.

Evan: Amanda, do as I say. Lay --

Amanda: No.

Evan: Amanda --

Amanda: No --

[Amanda mumbles]

Evan: Ok. Ok, I got you. I got you. I'll take care of you, honey. That's right.

Jake: Is somebody going to answer me?

Marley: What was the question again?

Eric: Nothing is going on, Jake.

Jake: She's been drinking.

Marley: I just had one raspberry -- hmm. What was the drink?

Jake: Did you get her drunk?

Marley: Would you quit talking like I'm not here?

Eric: Look, she only had -- I wouldnít let her order another.

Jake: So, what, am I supposed to be thankful for that?

Marley: Hey!

Jake: She's been depressed lately.

Marley: Quit fighting, would you, please? Now, I can do whatever I damn well please. Not only that, I can do it with whomever I want whenever I want, and I can feel whatever I want to feel when I want to feel it.

Jake: I'm going to take you home.

Marley: No, I'm going to stay right here and finish my drink.

Eric: Well, excuse me. I'm going to leave.

Marley: Hmm.

Eric: Look, take it easy on her and try to get her to go back to renew.

Marley: Oh.

Eric: The sessions are really helpful.

Marley: I hate those stupid sessions. All people do is sit around and feel sorry for themselves -- talk, talk, talk, gab, gab, gab. Boring, boring, boring.

Eric: Let me know if I can do anything.

Jake: You've done enough, donít you think? Come on, let's go.

Marley: Nope. I am going to sit here and have some fun, Jake. Ahem.

Jake: This is not the way.

Marley: I know. And I'm sorry. I hate the way I'm acting.

Jake: Marley, honey, you have to be able to handle this.

Marley: I know, but I haven't been able to lately.

Jake: What were you and Dr. Janssen talking about?

Marley: Why?

Jake: Because I want to know.

Marley: He was just trying to make me feel better.

Jake: Who asked him to?

Marley: I did. He understands me, Jake.

Jake: If you want to talk to somebody, you talk to me. You understand?

Marley: No, I donít understand, because if I'm going to get pregnant, he is going to be the one to help me, not you. Jake, Jake, just -- just -- I'm sorry. I -- I drank a little too much. Could you please take me home?

Jamie: What are you worried about?

Vicky: Things could come out at this trial.

Jamie: So what? You have nothing to hide.

Vicky: I know, but Jason Frame was a liar. He could have made something up about me.

Jamie: Then you set the record straight.

Vicky: I hate this whole thing.

Jamie: Honey, I'll be there with you.

Vicky: No.

Jamie: Well --

Vicky: I donít want you there.

Jamie: Why not?

Vicky: Well, because I would be more nervous knowing you're there. I would just rather get in, get it over with, and get out.

Jamie: Yeah --

[Pager beeps]

Jamie: It's the hospital.

Vicky: Honey, just go to the hospital and donít worry about me, ok? I'll be fine.

Jamie: So you can take care of Michael and Steven yourself, right?

Vicky: Yeah. Mikey will help me with Steven.

Jamie: Ok, listen, I'll call you later.

Vicky: Ok.

Jamie: All right, and donít worry about anything. Everything's going to be fine, I promise.

Vicky: Mm-hmm. Oh, yeah.

[Door closes]

Vicky: It's too late.

Cass: I'd like to turn to the question of Jason Frame's safe, if I may. Mr. Hudson, you had access to it. Is that right?

John: I had a key, yes.

Cass: And inside the safe there was a strongbox for which you also had a key?

John: No.

Cass: No?

John: I didnít know there was a strongbox.

Cass: When did you discover that the strongbox existed?

John: Not until after the safe was opened.

Cass: And when was that?

John: I donít know exactly. It was after Jason died.

Cass: After you and he fought.

Morgan: Objection, your honor.

Cass: Your honor, I'm just trying to keep the sequence of events straight.

Judge: Get on with it, Mr. Winthrop.

Cass: After your fight, you discovered what, Mr. Hudson?

John: I already told you. I found out that there was a safe.

Cass: Right. And how did you find that out?

John: I found a key, the one that opened it.

Cass: Where did you find this key?

John: On the ground. It must have fallen out of Jasonís pocket.

Cass: During the fight. And as soon as you learned that Jason had died, you turned it over to the police, right?

John: No.

Cass: You didnít anticipate that the police might be the slightest bit interested?

John: I gave the key to Sharlene. She called the police.

Cass: And the safe was opened and the strongbox was found.

John: Yes.

Cass: What was inside?

John: Papers, personal items.

Cass: All belonging to Jason Frame?

John: Some belonged to Sharlene, some to the company.

Cass: And the others?

John: I didnít look.

Cass: Ever?

Morgan: The witness has already answered this question, your honor.

Judge: Move on, Mr. Winthrop.

Cass: At this time, your honor, I would like to enter these as evidence as defense exhibit A.

Judge: Defense A. Let the record show it.

Cass: These are the contents of Jason Frame's strongbox among which are his military papers. You have seen these, have you not, Mr. Hudson?

John: Not until after I was shown them by the police.

Cass: But you are familiar with them.

John: I am.

Cass: Would you please tell the court what the classification of Jasonís discharge is.

John: Dishonorable.

[Gallery murmurs]

Cass: Your partner was dishonorably discharged from military service?

John: Yes.

Cass: Do the discharge papers indicate a reason?

John: Suspicion of treason.

[Gallery buzzes]

Cass: Jason Frame was suspected of being a traitor to our country. Is that right, Mr. Hudson? Mr. Hudson?

John: That's how the discharge reads.

Cass: And more specifically, he was a black marketeer suspected of selling arms to the Viet Cong. What was your reaction when you heard this, Mr. --

John: My reaction?

Cass: Yes, well, what did you think?

John: I think that anybody that sold guns to the V.C. or anybody else only helped to prolong a bloody and senseless, interminable war. And if Jason was guilty, he got away with murder.

Cass: Yes, murder.

John: I donít know how he could have lived with himself.

Cass: If you had known Jason during the war and knew what he had been involved in, what would you have done, Mr. Hudson?

John: If I'd have known him, I'd have --

Cass: Mr. Hudson, would you please tell the court what posttraumatic stress disorder is.

John: What?

Cass: PTSD -- posttraumatic stress disorder.

John: Why are you doing this to me, Cass?

Judge: I must warn you, Mr. Hudson, you are required to answer the questions as they are asked. Furthermore, this court will not tolerate any more outbursts.

Cass: I'll spare the witness, if I might, your honor, and answer the question myself. Posttraumatic stress disorder is a reaction to a past trauma that is triggered by a current event.

Morgan: Objection, your honor.

Cass: Many Vietnam veterans suffer from this.

Morgan: Is counsel now his own expert psychiatric witness?

Judge: Sustained.

Cass: Is this not a correct description of PTSD, Mr. Hudson, as you know it?

John: I donít know. I am not an expert. I assume there are varying degrees.

Cass: And you experienced PTSD as recently as when, last January? Is that correct?

John: Yes.

Cass: During the fire that destroyed the restaurant Maryís place, right?

John: Yes!

Cass: And didnít this fire trigger a reaction in you that rendered you immobilized, endangering not only your life but the life of the woman you're dating, Sharlene Watts?

Sharlene: Wait a minute. Just stop it, Cass. Stop it.

Judge: Order! Order!

Morgan: I object.

Judge: Order in this court!

Sharlene: Cass, you donít know anything!

Judge: You will be seated or I will throw --

Sharlene: He didnít kill my brother! Why are you trying to crucify him?

Judge: Order!

[Doorbell rings]

Vicky: Just a sec. Ok, Mikey, just tell me when Steven wakes up, ok? I'll be right back up. Jake.

Jake: We have to talk.

Vicky: Wait, what are you doing here? Where's Marley?

Jake: I just took her home and put her in bed.

Vicky: Is she sick?

Jake: She's drunk.

Vicky: Whoa, that doesn't sound like Marley.

Jake: I know. It's this baby thing, Vick. It's destroying her.

Vicky: I'm sorry.

Jake: I canít do what I said. I've changed my mind.

Vicky: What are you talking about?

Jake: I want to know, Vicky. I want to know the truth.

Vicky: No, now, calm down, Jake.

Jake: Not until you tell me if Steven is my son.

Vicky: You said you wouldnít. Why are you doing this?

Jake: I'm sorry. I'm going to have the paternity test.

Vicky: What? You canít. Jake, didnít you listen to anything I said? You are going to destroy both of our lives, including Marleyís --

Jake: You look at her now! She's going off the deep end as it is.

Vicky: Well, this will only make it worse.

Jake: There is no worse. I've got to get at the truth. With or without your help, I'm going to find out if Steven is my son.

Vicky: No.

Jake: You cannot stop me, Vicky. I'm going to go check on my wife, and then I'm going to check out Steven.

Vicky: No. Jake, you canít do this. Jake. Damn it!

Sam: Your mommy told me to read this to you, ok? Ok. All right. "The cat tricked the mouse and took her out to the country to a mansion." "To a mansion in the country"? Wait a second. Your mommy was telling me something.

Evan: Amanda?

Hmm. Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh. Lay down.

Amanda: S-- Sam?

Evan: Shh, shh, shh, shh.

Amanda: Sam?

Evan: Shh.

Amanda: Where did he go?

Evan: Lay down. Just lay down.

Judge: I'm all out of warnings, counselor. Either you get to the point now or I excuse this witness.

Cass: I'm almost finished, your honor, and I appreciate the court's patience.

Judge: Ask your questions.

Cass: My last few questions are very simple, Mr. Hudson. On the night in question, didnít you really go to the big top to teach Jason Frame a lesson?

John: No.

Cass: You had no intention of harming him?

John: No.

Cass: But when you found him, you fought.

John: Yes.

Cass: Who started it?

John: Jason wouldnít leave --

Cass: You hit him, didnít you?

John: I donít know who started it, and you're making this out a bigger deal than it is!

Cass: I only want the truth.

John: The truth is I was the one who ended up on the floor!

Cass: What did you say to each other?

John: Nothing!

Cass: Oh, come on, John!

John: Nothing that would matter here!

Cass: He told you about his black marketeering, didnít he?

John: No!

Cass: And that made you mad!

John: No!

Cass: In fact, that made you furious, right?

John: No, you're wrong!

Cass: Look how furious you are!

John: No!

Felicia: Oh, no! Cass!

[Judge pounds gavel]

Sharlene: Stop it!

Judge: Order! I want order in this court!

Cass: Is that how you were the night Jason Frame died? Were you that violent?

Judge: Mr. Winthrop!

Cass: No further questions, your honor.

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