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Post by heroicmuse on Sept 26, 2018 14:10:07 GMT -5
I love courtroom drama. Ben's testimony should be interesting!
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Post by Kpatch on Sept 26, 2018 21:08:44 GMT -5
I love it that Don Craig is a judge now! Nice descriptions! I could picture the proceedings!
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Post by sudsyclassix on Sept 28, 2018 14:28:51 GMT -5
"Ask away, Esquire."
Justin's already strained smile fell from his face at Ben's sarcasm. "Mr. Weston, at what time did your father approach you, asking for assistance," he asked. "A couple of hours after it happened. He said he was over at the Horton cabin and if I knew what was good for me, I would help him." "How did he knew about Horton cabin?" "I might have mentioned that it belonged to my girlfriend and her family." "If your girlfriend is in this courtroom, please point her out." Abigail wished her uncle hadn't said that. Bile that had nothing to do morning sickness rose in her throat as Ben smiled at her. "Let the record show that the witness has indicated Abigail Deveraux," sighed Justin. "And what did your father say to you when you arrived at the cabin?" "He said DiMera's bitch wife had pistol-whipped him, and if I didn't help him, he would set me up for both murders...that they were his fault, but it didn't matter because our DNA was similar enough." "The prosecution rests their case, Your Honor." "Well, that's surprising," Aiden smirked, "because I think there are still a few facts that need to be established. Mr. Weston, you're testifying today as a condition of your plea deal with the DA's office, correct "Some deal," Ben scoffed. "I wanted immunity, but they wouldn't budge because I-" "I think the phrase you're looking for is 'aided and abetted a fugitive's unlawful flight from prosecution,'" Aiden supplied. "Something the DA's can't deny, or else you would have gotten the immunity you were seeking. Specifically what kind of help did your father need?" "He wanted painkillers for his face." "So two fugitives just waltz into Unversity Hospital?" Aiden laughed. "Forgive me, Mr. Weston, but that sounds like the beginning of an awful joke. Incidentally, didn't Miss Deveraux work there at the time." "Was Miss Deveraux your accomplice in any way, shape or form." "Didn't need her. All I needed was swipe her precious ID card, and Abby had to wave bye-bye to her nepotistic little job." "And on that particularly hostile note, the defense also rests." Judge Craig's eyebrows shot upwards toward his hairline. "I'll allow it, Mr. Jennings, but let's make sure we understand each other. Am I to understand that you are waiving your right to present witnesses in your client's defense?" "I am, Your Honor," Aiden assured him. "All right, Mr. Weston, let me ask you. You are aware of your right to speak in your defense?" "Yep...er, yes, Your Honor, but frankly, after my son's little outburst just now, I think the jury's heard enough." "Then I guess the last word falls to you, Mr. Kiriakis...assuming you'd like to cross-examine the witness before the jury deliberates?" "I would. Why embroil Miss Deveraux in this whole mess?" "Because the little whore is pregnant with someone else's kid!" Ben cried. "Yeah, that's right, you're gonna be a daddy. DiMera! Go in your little room, and deliberate that!"
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Post by sudsyclassix on Oct 2, 2018 17:31:36 GMT -5
"Here honey," Jennifer Horton put the plate of Grandma Alice's donuts on the coffee table and placed a warm cup of tea in her daughter's hands. "Drink this. You look like you could use it." "Thanks," Abigail looked over the rim of her cup with a sigh. "Mommy, did you see Chad's face." She hoped that small detail would make her mother understand just how scared she was. The last time she had deliberately used the word "Mommy" had been right after her father died. Jennifer took the hint, wrapping her arms around her daughter's shoulders. "Oh, honey," she hummed, kissing the top of Abigail's head as she used to after one of the kids had had a nightmare. "He was surprised, that's all. I think it's pretty safe to say no one in that courtroom was expecting Ben's little bombshell." "Yeah, me least of all. But Ben has so much hate in his heart where I'm concerned, I should have expected something like this. How long did I really think we could keep this paternity thing between you, me, JJ and Aunt Kayla? It's amazing no one has guessed before now; I'm showing way too early for this baby to be Ben's" Last time I visited Gabi, she...oh my God, Gabi!" "What about her?" "Visiting hours at the prison are almost over. I've got to go now if I'm going to make it!" "Well, what are you waiting for? Go, go, go!" "I will, I'll see you later." Abigail stood just outside the door catching her breath.
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Post by Kpatch on Oct 9, 2018 11:53:11 GMT -5
That was a great scene between mother and daughter. I felt the range of emotions.
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Post by sudsyclassix on Oct 9, 2018 18:08:03 GMT -5
Greta Fugate, the prison nurse who first appeared when Clyde was attacked is played by Finola Hughes.
Abigail was entering her information into the prison visitors’ log for the umpteenth time when someone closed the log book on her hand. "No visitors." "There are thirty minutes left," Abby protested.
"You're here to see Hernandez, right?" "Yeah." "Well, she's in the hole. Therefore, no visitors." "In solitary? What for?" "None of your business." Abby glared at the beer-bellied guard. "How long, then?" "Who knows. She was found in possession of contraband. Now get a move on." Contraband? Oh no! Abby barely made out to her car without breaking into a run. When she was there, she texted Rafe. Abigail to Rafe: We might have a problem.
The guard shook his head and marched to the infirmary. "Give it to me straight, Nurse, do we have a problem?" Greta Fugate turned around. "Well, McNamara, your manners could use a little work." "Don't play with me." McNamara grabbed the British woman's wrist. "The test, was it positive?"
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Post by Kpatch on Oct 9, 2018 19:13:20 GMT -5
I'm so intrigued by the conversation between the guard and the nurse!
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Post by sudsyclassix on Oct 23, 2018 10:23:43 GMT -5
"Your roll," Rafe told Ciara as he thumbed through a handful of Monopoly money. "Snake eyes, atta girl. Oops."
"Not Park Place again," Ciara whined. "That's the third time I've landed on it since Chase bought it." "Maybe I should put a hotel on it," Chase mused. "I think I will."
"You do that and I'll slug you." "What's going on in there," called Aiden. "Nothing," the children chorused.
"Nothing but a good old-fashioned Monopoly fight," said Rafe as Aiden entered the room. "Did you know the British royals aren't allowed to play this game for that exact same reason." "Which is Rafe's way of telling you that he's here to protect us from the trial press, not to watch you two bicker." Rafe's phone buzzed. "Do you need to get that?" "It's a text from Abigail." "Anything important?" "She seems to think so, but it's nothing, that can't wait until Officer Price gets here."
"Tell me, Nurse Fugate, what did the test say?" "The test would indicate the Gabriella Hernandez is pregnant. But you already suspected that, didn't you? Otherwise, you wouldn't have put her into solitary."
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Post by billiereed on Jul 19, 2019 0:21:46 GMT -5
Really intriguing. I just started reading but I'm hooked!
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