Original subtitles

* There's a feeling in the air, now baby

* Can you feel it, too

* There ain't nothing you can do, now baby

* It's just too late for you

* But if you fall into my arms

* I will carry you away

* Oh-oh-oh

* You've fallen for the devil now

* He'll take you for his bride

* Shake you with a fever and a feeling

* Deep inside my love

* Oh-oh-oh

* Yes, you've fallen for the devil now

* He'll take you for his bride

* If we ever make it

* Meet me on the other side

* My love

* Oh-oh-oh

* You've fallen for the devil now

* He'll take you for his bride

* Shake you with a fever and a feeling deep inside

* My love

* Oh-oh-oh

* Yes, you've fallen for the devil now

* He'll take you for his bride

* If we ever make it

* Meet me on the other side

* My love

(tranquil music)

- Hey, Commish!

- Hey, Babe.

- [Waitress] What can I get ya?

- A glass of that rotgut that passes for vodka.

(laughs)

- What're you tryin' to do?

Grow a little hair on your chest?

- No, I gave up on that and shaved it off.

You know, most the pretty boys are doin' that.

They're gettin' the action.

(laughs)

- Oh, I don't know about all that.

I kind of like a guy with a little hair on his chest.

It's just a sign of experience.

- Isn't it a little past your bedtime, kid?

- Kid. (laughs)

Now, I haven't been a kid in years.

- What are you, 21 and a half?

- Mm-hmm (affirmative), and perfectly legal.

I'll have what he's having.

- I need a little ID.

- I come here all the time.

- And I still need to see an ID.

- What a joy.

- What is it, Lianna?

Didn't a night in the slammer do it for you?

- You don't have to be so cold to me, Commish.

Just looking for a friend.

- Yeah, well, this friend's old enough

to be your great-grandfather,

so why don't you take them press-ons there

and stick 'em into somebody else

before the warranty runs out.

- You don't have to be so bitter.

- Bitter's my middle name.

Take your size zero ass and peddle it somewhere else.

- Thank you for answering my texts.

- What? Are you stalking me?

- You get bailed out and you just leave me there?

What is that?

I had to bail myself out.

- Oh, yeah, well, I just figured you were all cuddled up

and cozy with your boyfriend, Damien,

and I didn't want to interrupt that.

- Yeah, that would have worked out,

except he's not in jail.

- What you talkin' about? He got busted.

- Yeah, but he's in the hospital.

He had an overdose last night.

- Is he okay?

- How the hell would I know?

I've been in jail for 24 hours.

- I have to go see him.

- No, you do not. You can't.

Only immediate family are allowed in ICU right now.

- Look, I can't lose Damien right now.

- Yeah.

I gotta go to work.

My shift starts in a second.

I'll let you know if something changes, all right.

- Okay. Please,

can you get me in to see him?

- I'll see what I can do.

- Please.

Bitch.

- Bye-bye, Honey.

Come back when you're a little older.

- (quietly crying)

- Katherine.

Please try and stop crying.

- He's still unconscious, John.

Why?

Why is this happening?

- [John] Have you been here all night,

praying to your so-called God?

- John, please.

I can't do this.

- Don't.

Then don't.

Damien's lying in a hospital bed,

struggling for his life,

and you choose to come kneel down and pray

in front of all this.

Tell me something.

Has he answered you yet?

- Do you really thing this helps?

Your anger and your hatred,

do you really think it helps?

- Oh, please. This city thrives on hatred, Katherine.

How could it not

when my dad's the goddamned mayor?

I watched my mother waste away because of that man.

He's the one who put that cancer inside of her body.

She is dead because of him.

My goddamned father will stop at nothing

to keep Steve Jensen out of prison,

and all for what?

So he can save his precious Sara.

That's all he wants to do.

- Stop, please, stop, please!

- If our son dies, Katherine, I swear on my mother's grave,

I will kill him.

I will kill Jack with my bare hands.

I'll kill him.

- Is everything all right?

(soft jazz music)

- I just wanted to...

I want to thank you for arranging

this wonderful dinner party tonight.

- Oh.

Well, I'm just doing my job as an events coordinator

and your wife.

- Aye-aye-aye. (foreign)

- (foreign)

- You okay with having another drink?

- It's so good to have you back.

- Yeah, so why don't you spill it.

- Spill what?

- Come on. Don't make me say it.

- What are you talking about?

- I'm talking about your boy-toy.

That's what I'm talking about.

- My boy-toy.

- Yeah. He's a boy.

You're toying with each other.

- Go away.

- Am I lying?

- Marissa, what's going on?

- Hi, Manny. - How are you?

You look great!

- Thank you.

- Like a sparkly grape.

You okay?

That's a nice view, huh?

- It's beautiful.

- How's the car?

- It's fine.

- Do you need an oil change?

- You haven't changed.

- Marly, sweetheart, you look fabulous.

- Oh, shut up, Steve.

Don't compliment me.

- Marly, please.

- Are you seriously defending him?

Oh, my God. This place is so fucked.

- You know, I don't know why you can't

just be kind to me.

After all, I'm your new step-father.

- Okay, who do you think you're fooling?

Everybody knows that you're married to my mother

because you're holding something over her head.

We don't know what that is,

but we know it's happening,

so don't come in here and play Mr. Drummond with me.

I am repulsed by every fiber of your being.

Cheers to granddaddy.

- You need to fix that.

(eerie music)

(police siren)

- Stay away.

- Excuse me?

- Stay away from all those who trouble your heart.

- Who are you?

- He was.

Give your heart to the one...

The man in blue.

- Okay.

(loudly exhales)

(laughs)

- Not tonight.

No, no, not tonight.

Oh! Well, hey Will!

- Hey, Vicky!

- Hey, Doll, how are ya?

- I'm good. How are you?

- Fine. What are you doing?

Can I get you anything?

- No, I'm good, not gonna let you get me in trouble

with the commissioner.

At the raid last night, we found this in Jensen's back safe.

Seemed a little suspicious, so I figured you should

go through it, see if it helps.

- Thank you.

- Yeah. Yeah, of course.

I know how much Sara Garrett means to you.

- Yeah.

- Okay, so I'll leave you to it.

If you need anything, just give me a call.

- Will do.

- Okay. All right, Vicky, you be good.

- [Vicky] Sure I can't get you something?

- I'm sure you have a lot that I might want,

but not tonight. - [All] (laughing)

- [Vicky] Good-bye, my little chocolate drop!

- [Man] (laughs)

- [Vicky] Ooh, baby!

Cute as hell, isn't he. Mm-mm-mm.

I'd like to do some business with him,

I tell you what--

- I'm sure you would.

- [Vicky] You don't want anything right now?

- No. Thank you.

(police siren)

- What are you doing here?

- I was...

It doesn't matter.

What are you doing here?

You shouldn't be out here the night after

you spent the night in jail.

- My God.

In blue.

(music swelling)

(ship horn blowing)

(deep sighs)

- Oh, Pete. (laughs)

- Are you drunk?

- Why does everybody keep asking me if I'm drunk?

- You can't keep doing this to yourself.

- Are you seriously reprimanding me,

like your mother or your sister,

and now you.

Beautiful.

- That's not what I'm doing.

- Yay to the Garretts reprimanding Janice!

- Are you crying?

(softly crying)

- No.

- Listen.

I never want to see a tear on your face.

- I'm okay, honest.

I'm just so mess...

I'm sorry.

- Don't ever apologize.

It's gonna be okay.

(stairway footsteps)

- I am going to rip her head off!

- Mother, let it go.

Sit down!

- Good idea.

Here you go. It's for you.

- Thank you.

- I guess I just wanted to tell ya

how much it means to me to have you by my side.

- Jack, come on, now.

What's with all this mushy talk?

I know that you love me.

- I do love you,

and I just wish that...

I wish I knew where those orchids came from,

but I don't.

- I am sure that those orchids were just a gift

from some random supporter, and I didn't mean

to jump to any conclusions, Darling.

- I love you.

- I love you, too.

(stairway footsteps) (ominous music)

- [Voiceover] Hello, Mr. Mayor.

- Well, well, well.

What do we have here, Jackie?

(crowd chattering)

It's gorgeous.

- Excuse me.

(disoriented/muffled hearing)

- Janice!

(disoriented/muffled hearing)

(door creaking open)

(door latching shut)

(dropping thud)

(soft music)

(light sobbing)

(dreamlike distortion)

- I love you.

I love you so much.

Oh, Dad, I love you.

Don't cry, Dad.

(deeply exhaling)

(papers shuffling)

- Commish, I'm closing up in a few minutes.

- Yeah.

- Okay.

- Oh, no.

No. No.

It's got to be... (papers shuffling)

It couldn't be Sara.

Oh, it couldn't be.

Oh, no, no, no.

No! No!

You couldn't have.

Ah, Sarah, you couldn't have killed him.

(music builds)

- [Voiceover] Next on The Bay.

(laughs)

- You are no hero.

- He's a weirdo.

- Aunt Sara, what the hell are you doing with that guy?

- Don't leave. - Don't, don't you

dare touch me.

How could you humiliate me that way

in front of everyone?

- Is everybody hunky-dory?

* There's a feeling in the air, now baby

* Can you feel it too

* There ain't nothin' you can do, now baby

* It's just too late for you

* But if you fall into my arms

* I will carry you away

* Oh-oh-oh

* You've fallen for the devil now

* He'll take you for his bride

* Shake you with a fever and a feeling deep inside

* My love

* Oh-oh-oh

* Yes, you've fallen for the devil now

* He'll take you for his bride

* If we ever make it, meet me on the other side

* My love

* Oh-oh-oh

* You've fallen for the devil now

* He'll take you for his bride

* Shake you with a fever and a feeling deep inside

* My love

* Oh-oh-oh

* Yes, you've fallen for the devil now

* He'll take you for his bride

* If we ever make it, meet me on the other side

* My love