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August
6, 2009 Transcript Alexis: Good morning sunshine... I was gonna say sunshine, but that’s clearly not the case, is it? Molly: Good morning. Alexis: [Sighs] Honey, come here. Come here, my angel. [Sighs] I'm glad that -- that you came down here so we could talk before Diane gets here, because there’s something that I need to tell you. Molly: I already know, Mom. It’s all over the internet. You're a suspect for killing Mayor Floyd’s girlfriend. Michael: Kristina! Kristina! Kristina: Relax. I'm right here. Do you always wake up like such a maniac? Michael: Sorry. I'm just not used to girls who make their bed the second they get out of them. Kristina: Part of what makes me perfect. And, seriously, ask yourself, where would I go? I'm a 16-year-old fugitive honor student in Mexico, who had the foresight to take French instead of Spanish. I hate to break it to you, but you're pretty much stuck with me. Michael: I can live with it. What are you doing? Kristina: I'm writing a postcard to Molly. I want to let her -- Michael: You can't do that. Kristina: Why not? Michael: There'll be a postmark, like a road map leading straight to us. Kristina: So you're saying that we can never contact our family again? Michael: I'm not saying never. We can contact our families eventually. Kristina: Eventually? I don't like that word. I mean, don't get me wrong, it’s -- it doesn't actually sound that bad. But...having Mom to actually think about why I took off. And I love the idea of Dad having to actually acknowledge my existence in my absence. Which is kind of screwed up when you think about it. Whatever. I learned to take what I can get. But Molly actually cries herself to sleep over stuff like this. Michael: I get that. You know, Morgan’s a worrier, too. You know, I'm actually concerned about my mom. She’s in this high-risk pregnancy, not supposed to be stressed. You know, me not being around must be freaking her out. You know? I want to get the word home, too. But we just gotta find a way to do it that doesn't lead the posse straight to our door. Kristina: I guess even a pay phone would be a risk. Michael: You know, you can't forget about Spinelli. He is an off-the-chart genius at tracking, and Jason and Sam must have him monitoring everybody’s phones. Kristina: Maybe we could bribe a tourist to take a postcard back to the states and mail it. Michael: You know, we'll figure something out, but right now we need to prioritize. We need jobs and a real place to live. Kristina: Much to be desired. I mean, that motel bed is like sleeping on a pile of rocks. Michael: You're more than welcome to try the chair. Kristina: No, thanks. So what’s first? Michael: Okay, we need to find that guy that I told you about. Kristina: The old manager from Dad’s casino? What’s his name again? Michael: Yeah, Enrique. And we need to find him fast, because if we don't get help...we're never gonna survive down here. [Telephone rings] Patrick: Hey, I got your page. Is this about the spinal consult, or you just can't stay away from the guy that your daughter drools over at 5 a.m.? Robin: The 5 a.m. guy’s pretty irresistible, but now I asked you here for backup so that homicidal puppet master doesn't know I'm onto her. Patrick: Right, right. The Brianna Hughes case. So you asked Andrea Floyd to come to the hospital and you expected her to just admit her longstanding animosity towards Alexis? Robin: Make fun if you must, but I am trying to make sure that justice is served. Patrick: Robin, you're an overworked physician, you're a mother and a wife. That’s enough hats to wear. You don't have to try and solve a murder case. Robin: I am sorry. I feel responsible. Patrick: For what? The mayor’s mess of a life? Why? Robin: Because I made it messier when I wrongly accused the mayor. Now he’s been exonerated and Alexis is falsely accused. And we know she’s not the killer because the killer is right-handed. I just have to prove it. Patrick: Huh. Did I tell you how sexy that sleuthing hat looks on you? Robin: Dr. Drake, are you hitting on your wife in the middle of the workplace in the bright light of day? Patrick: Yes, I am, and I happen to know that there’s a storage closet that’s unoccupied right over there. [Heels clicking] Robin: Duty calls. Andrea: Normally I don't respond when people I hardly know insist on seeing me out of the blue -- Robin: Heads up. Alexis: All right, the only thing that you need to know right now is that whatever they're saying on the internet is not true. It’s all gonna be cleared up, I promise you. But in the meantime, I don't want you to go online anymore. Molly: At all? Alexis: At all. No emails, no websites, no linking to your friends. Molly: But how is that fair? Alexis: It is not fair. Believe me, it is not fair at all. I know that. But this is about your peace of mind and you're just gonna have to trust me. Molly: All right. Alexis: Okay. Is there anything you want to ask me? Anything at all. Don't hold back. Now’s the time. Molly: Is it really your fault Claudia crashed her car? Alexis: It was an accident, and I explained that to the police. Molly: But why did you wait? Why didn't you say it was you when Michael said it was him? Alexis: You remember when I just said you could ask me anything? Anything but that. Molly: But...if you told the truth sooner, maybe Michael and Kristina wouldn't have run away. Alexis: I miss Kristina, too. Okay? She will come home. She will be fine. Your big sister went to get her and Sam does not take no for an answer. Molly: Right. Sam will find Kristina. Alexis: Yes, she will. Molly: Sam can do anything. Alexis: Yes, she will. Andrea: Why did you throw this at me? Robin: I'm so sorry. I -- I didn't mean to. Andrea: Seemed pretty deliberate from here. Patrick: Yeah, uh, she -- she thought you were another doctor. Andrea: Oh, right. Must be the scrubs. Robin: Well...I just saw you out of the corner of my eye, and we have this whole think fast thing going on with the staff. Forgive me. Andrea: Mm-hmm. Yeah. That’s fine. Brings us back to the beginning. Why do you want to see me? Robin: Well, uh, honestly, I just wanted to mend some fences. Well, now that your husband has been cleared of murder charges and reinstated as mayor, I am concerned of the fallout of his arrest, particularly around my Uncle Mac. I would hate for him to have to pay for the mistakes that I made. Andrea: If Mac Scorpio didn't know not to rush to judgment and professional suicide, there’s really nothing I can do to affect that. But if you want to help your uncle, there’s one thing I can suggest. Robin: Please do. Andrea: Maybe Mac should move as quickly gathering evidence against Alexis Davis as he did against my husband. Robin: Even if I wanted to say something to my Uncle Mac, I'm not sure I could influence his decisions. [Cell phone rings] Andrea: Excuse me. Uhh. Charity guild is about to start. I gave you my best advice. Be smart. Take it. Robin: Wow. Patrick: She’s a piece of work. Robin: I can't believe it. She -- she kills Brianna, and then she uses her position as the mayor’s wife to falsely accuse somebody else and then tries to use me and pull me into this whole conspiracy to let Alexis take the fall. Ohh. I am gonna so love bringing her down. Patrick: No argument here. She’s definitely not a nice person. But as far as proving the rest, Robin, the evidence is thin. Robin: What are you talking about? It all fits. Okay? Andrea knew that her husband was about to dump her for Brianna, leaving her with nothing for all those years of service to his career. So, she got rid of the problem. She has no alibi. She’s about the right height in relation to the blow that killed Brianna. And she’s right-handed. We just proved that. Patrick: Heh. Yeah. Heads-up. Diane: I just left PCPD. The news is not good. Alexis: Oh -- hold on. All right, the door is closed. She’s in her room waiting. A bomb could drop in there, and she wouldn't hear. Diane: A bomb did drop. Molly’s mother is a suspect in the murder of Brianna Hughes. Alexis: A suspect isn't charged, and I'm not gonna be charged, because I didn't do it! Diane: You also didn't run Claudia off the road. But that didn't stop you from confessing! Alexis: [Sighs] Diane: Alexis, you have got to listen to me. I can get you dropped as a murder suspect, but you have got to admit what really happened. You have to tell the police that it was Kristina who ran Claudia off the road. Kristina: Have you seen the owner? Michael: No. Why do we care? Kristina: I was hoping for a salmon salad and a sparkling water. What? Just because we're officially on the run doesn't mean I can't eat healthy. Michael: We have more pressing matters to think about. Remember Enrique, the guy who can pave the way for us to actually have lives here? Kristina: Great. Let me make sure I'm clear on all the rules. Um, I can't communicate with my little sister. I can't have lunch. Anything else? Michael: Yeah. You know what? I've been thinking about the whole communication thing. Maybe we can risk one email. Kristina: Aren't you worried it'll tip off Spinelli? Michael: Yeah, but there’s a chance that Morgan’s way down on his list of people to bug. And Morgan’s attached to his cell phone. So, if I send him an email, he'd open it right away. And if I ask him not to tell anybody, except for Molly, you know, he will. What about her? Can Molly keep a secret? Kristina: Yeah. Let’s do it. Michael: All right, last chance for second thoughts. Kristina: I'm good. You? Michael: Good. [Cell phone chimes] "Hey, bro, it’s me. All right, don't worry. We're fine. Let Molly know, but tell no one else, or Spinelli will be able to track this email. Don't reply. I'll be in touch when I can." Diane: Your ill-advised confession as to being approximate cause of Claudia’s accident has had the very unfortunate side effect of validating Andrea Floyd’s assertion that you were a hysterical wreck when you left the Mayor’s house. Which, of course, lends credence to those hysterical -- there’s that word again -- emails that you sent from you -- Alexis: Yes, we know the domino effect. Everyone has read those emails. I'm obsessed with Mayor Floyd. I stalked his mistress, and then I murdered her...of course, on the one night where I don't have an alibi. Diane: Any prosecutor worthy of that name is going to bring up in court the fact that one of your very best friends owns the metro court. Which, of course, gives you access to a key card, also known as opportunity. This is an unmitigated disaster, Alexis. You could very well be charged with murder unless you take that first very damning domino off the table and recant your false confession about Claudia’s accident. Alexis: Why is this so hard for you to understand, Diane? I don't know. Maybe it’s because you don't have children, but I do. And if the authorities find out that one of mine has caused that accident, her whole life will be derailed. And as her mother, I am not gonna let that happen. Robin: Hey. Mac: Hi. Robin: What are you doing here? Mac: Uh, one of my men was injured in a raid last night. I need to question him. Robin: Nothing serious, I hope. Mac: Well, thankfully, no. Glad to see you. Robin: Well, it’s good to see you, too. Oh, if you're here to remind us about the dinner tonight, family dinner, we have not forgotten. We're looking forward to it. Mac: Me, too. Robin: But since you're here, uh, I should probably tell you something. Mac: Robin, if Patrick has done something to you, I swear -- Robin: No, no, no, no, no. Patrick is the best father and husband... I think you're investigating the wrong person for murder. Mac: Unh. Haven’t you had enough of poking around in this case? Robin: No. And I am not gonna stop until the right person pays. I have something new. Mac: [Sighs] Go on. Robin: Patrick and I have done an exhaustive study of Brianna’s injuries. The blow on her head suggests that whoever did it was right-handed. Now, Alexis is left-handed -- no question about that. Okay? And we also discovered that the killer can be no taller than -- Mac: Robin, Robin, I love you. I love you so much, sweetheart. And I understand your urge to want to solve a good mystery. It’s in your genes. But you already investigated your way into falsely accusing Mayor Floyd and getting me to arrest him, okay? Now, I don't blame you...exactly. But my relationship with him has gone from bad to nonexistent. So, do me a favor. Don't do me any favors. Molly: Hey. Morgan: Is your mom home? Molly: N-no. Morgan: Okay. Um, I have to tell you something. And I couldn't risk an email or text, 'cause I don't know if your mom checks your stuff. Molly: Well, I'm not even allowed near the computer anymore, 'cause my mom doesn't want me stumbling on anything else bad about her. Why? What’s going on? Morgan: I got an email from Michael. Molly: Are they -- Morgan: Yeah, okay -- Molly: [Sighs] Morgan: Both of 'em. Molly: Did he say they were coming home? Morgan: No, and I didn't get a chance to ask him, 'cause he told me not to write back. Which sucks, 'cause I wanted to tell him that your mom admitted to causing Claudia’s accident so he could come home. Molly: She didn’t. Morgan: What? Molly: My mom. I heard her and Diane. Kristina ran Claudia off the road. My mom is just lying to protect her. Michael: All right, how does a 16-year-old fugitive honor student have such a clear understanding of Mexican bus routes? Kristina: We all have our talents. This is a map to a bus station about a half a mile south. We can walk there. It’s an easy ride to the address you found for Enrique. Michael: Not bad. Heh. I bet you we give McCall and Jackal a run for their money. Kristina: Heh. Are you kidding? They'd eat our dust. Michael: All right, let’s go. Hey, what’s up, man? Uh...all right. Okay. What do you guys want? Andrea: Mr. Scorpio. I'm sure you heard. Your niece made an appeal on your behalf. Mac: Appeal? Andrea: Robin wants to smooth things over between you and my husband. So, I'll tell you what I told her. You would be wise to do everything in your power to make sure that Alexis Davis is convicted. Mac: Or what? Andrea: Well, it’s easy. The mayor might have to take another look at who’s running his police department. Mac: [Sighs] Robin: That Woman killed Brianna Hughes. I know it, and I am gonna prove it. Mac: Wait a minute. Where are you going? Robin: I'm going to take the elevator. Mac: Whatever you think you're doing can wait. Robin: I know what I'm doing. [Distant thud] Boy: Wallets, now. Michael: All right, you might want to rethink this while you still can. Okay? You have no idea who we are. You might get yourself in a bad situation. Boy: Oh, it’s already bad for you. You'll go quick. We'll keep the pretty girl around. Jerry: My nephew speaks the truth. And you two punks made a grievous error.
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