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- For many years, Sara denied her love for me,

but like all great love stories, fairy tales,

it is the princess who finds her way to her prince or king.

Many just men have been falsely accused.

Take Jesus for Christ's sake.

I never raped her.

Never.

She and I have enjoyed every one of our escapades,

sexual and otherwise, then and now.

We're--

magnetic.

I've come a long way from my erratic prison days.

Actually, it's quite refreshing

to be a man of divine integrity.

- [Voiceover] We hear the masquerade lounge is turning into

quite the after-hours spot.

Is there anything illegal going on?

- Actor, what part of man of integrity

do you not understand?

(dramatic thump)

(theme song plays)

(birds chirping)

(paper rustles)

- Bryan, seriously, what is going on?

- I don't even know where to begin.

- Did you cheat on Zoey?

- No, I swear to God I was set up.

- We just got report of an explosion down on Bay Street.

- What?

- That's where the tavern is, the Garrett Tavern.

- It's on your property.

Empty building next door to the tavern.

- Oh my God.

Was anybody hurt?

- Forensics are investigating,

but the fire brigade have already pulled out two bodies,

(women gasp)

both badly burned, both killed by the explosion.

(birds chirping)

- Hey.

Hi, Sweetheart.

- Hi.

I assume you got my e-mail.

- I did.

- Sit.

So, what's the story?

Were you able to get the charges dropped against Steve?

- I was.

I will say that article in the herald

by Nathan Perkins sure didn't help,

but I was able to talk to Judge Hopkins.

There really isn't enough credible evidence,

so he's being released, even as we speak.

- Thank goodness.

- Is there anything else you wanna tell me?

- I wish I could.

(seagulls mew)

(ocean turns in the distance)

(doorbell rings)

- Ugh, seriously.

(sighs)

(grunts)

Ay dios mio.

(huffs)

Who's at my house?

(doorbell rings)

Hold on!

Pete!

What are you doing here?

- [Pete] Have you sobered up yet?

- Yeah, I believe that I have.

- Good.

Now we can finish what we started.

Oh my God.

(soft music plays)

(giggling)

(birds chirping)

(police radio chatters)

- [Will] Lianna Ramos?

- Yes.

- Your bail has been posted.

You're free to go.

- Oh, thank God.

Did my mom finally come through, she posted my bail?

- No.

- So who did?

- I did, now get outta here.

- You posted my bail?

- Yes, you're free to go.

- Will, thank you so much.

You have no idea what that means to me.

I was just--

- Lianna!

I said get outta here, okay?

Go find yourself a good lawyer.

(mumbles under breath)

Get off of me, nut!

(background police chatter)

- How very gracious of you.

- Think that's it, Jensen?

Think again.

- Actually, I do think that's it, Commissioner.

As you see, I have no more cuffs.

- It's not gonna be quite that easy.

Valiant sweety--

- Hold on, hold on.

Before you threaten my client--

- What are you doing representing this toilet water here?

- Defamation of character now, Commissioner?

I'm a perfectly law-abiding citizen.

- As far as I'm concerned it's just you and Bin Laden.

- Come on Commissioner, please.

Keep it coming.

- It's okay, Steve, listen to me.

Obviously my client's innocent, because he's standing here.

- The only reason you're politically connected

is because of that bogus marriage to Sara Garrett.

But no one's figured out

or uncovered the rest of your shit yet.

As soon as I figure out this blackmail deal,

it'll be my life's work to make yours miserable.

Now get the fuck outta my station.

- Your life's work?

Good try, let's go.

(reporters chattering)

- What the hell happened?

- Score one for the bad guys.

(seagulls caw)

(doorknob clicks)

(door bangs)

(footsteps)

- I'm sorry, sir, we're not quite open yet.

Do you wanna come back here--

- No.

- Beg your pardon?

- No.

I need a drink right now,

and you're the perfect person to serve it to me.

- Um, excuse me.

Excuse me.

Hi.

Maybe you didn't understand my bartender, but we're closed.

He can't serve you.

- Zoey Johnson, right?

- Yes.

- My son is in ICU fighting for his life

at this very moment.

I need a drink.

Could you make an exception?

- Do I know you?

- No,

but I know you.

You're quite the reporter.

The Garrett Tavern has quite the history.

(fingers tapping)

- Okay.

Ash, you can serve this man a drink.

Will you please hand me my purse?

I have a meeting at Patrick's Roadhouse with my editor,

but I will be back later.

A drink.

- Scotch, straight up.

(birds cawing)

- Hi, James, if you wouldn't mind, uh,

taking those up to the west wing for me that'd be great.

- It's gonna be a pleasure to have you here.

- Hello, Mother.

Where's Mortimer?

- Sadly he retired.

- Oh, that's unfortunate.

- Did I hear correctly

and you're going to be staying here a while?

- Oh, just until Manny and I get situated.

I hope that's okay.

- Of course it is.

I'm so happy to have you back here in Bay City.

- Well, it wasn't easy convincing Manny, so uh...

- I can imagine.

So how's RJ?

- He's good.

He's good.

He's really enjoying being with his father in Raleigh.

Can't believe he's five already.

- Yeah, they grow up so quickly.

Time flies.

- Right?

So um, where's Peter?

- I don't know, actually.

There's something I need to tell you, Marly.

- What's that?

- I found your brother in bed

with your future sister-in-law.

- What?

- I can't believe I slept with you again.

- And sober this time.

- I know!

(laughing)

What am I thinking?

I don't know what I'm doing.

I swear you're like a drug or something.

(sighs)

- Well, if it's of any consolation to you at all,

you're like a drug to me too.

I can't help myself either.

Wow.

- This is not healthy.

I'm not at a place in my life where I can just think of fun.

- Fun?

That's what I am to you, just fun?

That's how you feel?

- I don't know how I feel.

You are way too young to be thinking of anything.

- Get out of your head, Janice.

You're gonna drive yourself crazy.

- Oh, you're doing a fine job of that all by yourself.

- Ooh, so I've cracked the code.

(chuckling)

- Mom, you home?

Mom?

(dramatic bang)

- Baby, what are you doing here?

- Apparently I'm interrupting.

- Yeah, I have company.

- Right, that explains why you didn't pick up the phone,

take any of my calls, even check a voice-mail.

- No, I haven't.

What's going on?

- I was arrested last night.

- Arrested?

- Don't--

Don't act like you care.

- Don't say that.

- I managed.

But once again, you know,

you're never there, you're not there.

- Don't say that.

Don't say that.

- So who is it?

Who is it that you're so busy rolling around in bed with

that you can't even be there for me?

- Lianna, I--

- You know what, save it.

I don't wanna know.

I'm done.

Done.

(door slams)

(crying sniffles)

- You need to go.

(phone ringing)

(groaning)

- [Elliot] Hello?

- Hello old friend.

Glad you picked up.

- [Elliot] I don't have any friends.

Who is this?

- Just a chump from your past.

- Look, the suspense is killing me.

Why don't you just enlighten me?

- Oh, for God's sakes, Elliot, it's Blackwell.

- Blackwell?

John Blackwell?

Former DA?

When the hell did you get back from the dead?

- I could probably say the same thing about you.

- Why are you calling me?

What do you need?

- I have a revelation that I need to share with you.

Meet me at the Garrett Tavern right now.

- You want me to meet you at the Garrett Tavern?

- Do I need to rephrase that?

Just meet me here.

You won't be disappointed.

- Counselor, my time is precious.

You better not be wasting it.

(phone beeps)

- [Voiceover] Next on The Bay.

- Pleasure to meet you.

- It's mutual, you have such a lovely wife Jackie.

- I need you to set up an old man.

- Well, Nathan, I hate to do this,

but I've got to let you know.

- What is this bogus relationship-marriage all about?