Lucky: You shouldn't be down here.

Lucky: You're still recovering from hip surgery.

Sam: My hip wouldn't be hurting if I hadn't been run down in the middle of the road.

Lucky: Is that why you were looking at Elizabeth’s car? You think she was the one who hit you? I mean, do you remember something from that night?

Sam: Well, what if I told you I did? What if I told you I remember Elizabeth driving that car?

Lucky: Well, there's a big difference between "you did" and, you know, "what if."

Sam: Oh, come on. Give it up, Lucky. I know Elizabeth was driving the car. I know she was behind the wheel, and so do you. That's why you don't want me down here. You're covering for her, and you probably have been all along.

Lucky: No, I just found out.

Sam: I am just wondering what's more important to you -- protecting Elizabeth or getting justice for me. Great. I guess I have my answer.

Sam: Hi.

Alexis: Yeah, let me call you right back. Good. Hey.

Sam: Hi.

Alexis: How's physical therapy?

Sam: Well, you know, I'm trying to tough out the pain.

Alexis: Oh.

Sam: But the truth is, I don't know if I can take another month of this.

Alexis: It'll get better; it'll get easier as you go.

Sam: Well, I don't think it can get much worse. I -- I spend two hours a day being tortured while the person who did this is walking around probably without even a scratch.

Alexis: The police have not given up on the person who was driving the car and neither should you.

Elizabeth: Are you looking for evidence?

Lucky: No, but Sam was. I found her checking your bumper.

Elizabeth: Jason had it fixed. She's not going to find anything. There's no proof that I'm the one who hit her.

Lucky: She knows that you hit her and drove away.

Elizabeth: Well, did you tell her it was an accident? Did you tell her that I fell asleep behind the wheel and I never even saw her?

Lucky: You know what? She doesn't want to hear it. Sam was so hurt and angry because I knew and I didn't say anything.

Elizabeth: Lucky, the last time Sam was angry, she lashed out by telling Carly that you weren't Jake’s father.

Lucky: And she's regretted it ever since. You know what? You don't have to worry. Once Sam -- once she calms down, she'll realize that pressing charges against you won't do anyone any good.


Alexis: What time is your appointment this afternoon?

Sam: Uh -- I don't know -- 4:00.

Alexis: Hmm. Maybe you need somebody to go with you -- distract you.

Sam: No, no. If you're thinking about Lucky, it's not an option. No, thank you.

Alexis: I'm just thinking that he would probably enjoy keeping you company.

Sam: No, I doubt it. He's probably enjoying making Elizabeth happy, not me.

Alexis: See, and you saying that that way -- it implies that you still have feelings about Lucky.

Sam: I came here to talk about the accident --

Alexis: All right.

Sam: Not about my feelings.

Alexis: Duly noted.

Sam: Okay.

Alexis: What do you want me to do?

Sam: Okay. I have a question.

Alexis: Yeah?

Sam: Let's say the driver that was driving the car that hit me didn't realize they hit me, like, okay -- say they were, I don't know, drunk or high?

Alexis: Then they'd be charged with driving under the influence as well as hit-and-run. Impaired or not, that person is going to prison.

Sam: I mean, I -- whew. I guess that's only fair considering everything I've been through.

Alexis: Why are you asking so many questions, Sam? Do you remember seeing the person that hit you?

Sam: Okay, I -- I have been having these flashes from the night of the accident, and -- and before, all I could remember were little pieces -- like the car coming ward me, and hitting the ground.

Alexis: And now?

Sam: What if I remember seeing who hit me? Wait -- wait a minute, what are you doing?

Alexis: I'm calling Mac.

Sam: No, don't, please. I just -- I want to be sure before I give a statement to the police.

Alexis: If you have a lead, it's their job to follow it up.

Sam: Okay, and I agree. I just -- I need to sort through all of this first.

Alexis: The longer you wait, the more difficult it's going to be to make a case against this driver.

Sam: Okay, but I know what it's like to falsely accused, and I don't want to put anyone else through that.

Alexis: You need to let the police handle this. I mean it. You're not in any position to -- to perform your own investigation here.

Sam: Okay. All right, I'll -- I will tell you if I know any more details.

Elizabeth: Oh.

Sam: Hi. I guess you're not going to invite me in.

Elizabeth: Cameron's upstairs. I would rather him not hear any of this.

Sam: Okay, I understand. I guess it would be pretty traumatic for a 4-year-old to overhear that their mommy ran over an innocent woman and left her in the middle of the road for dead. But then again, I -- I think it would be pretty hard to stomach at any age. Unless you're Lucky -- he didn't seem to mind, though, and I see he wasted no time warning you.

Elizabeth: Oh, he just thought I should know what you were accusing me of.

Sam: You know damn well this is more than an accusation, and I actually came here to give you a chance to explain. I just -- I don't understand why you weren't honest about this and just admitted to me and -- and said that you were sorry for leaving me in the middle of the road to bleed to death. If -- if you would've done that, I might have considered letting you off the hook. But no. You're going to do what you always do, and you're going to lie about everything that you have done and wait for somebody to clean up your mess -- probably Jason or Lucky. Big mistake. It's going to cost you your freedom.

Sam: If you're thinking of pleading your case in your children's names, save your breath. You deserve exactly what you're going to get.

Elizabeth: Okay, if I did hit you, it was an accident.

Sam: You got behind the wheel of your car knowing that you were too drugged up to drive. And you didn't bother to stop after you hit me, and left me there to die because you were driving to go see your "precious Jason"?

Elizabeth: Oh, you don't remember seeing me. You overheard me telling Lucky that I fell asleep on my way to see Jason. Oh --

Sam: When I get up on that stand, I will tell the jury that I remember every horrifying detail. That I remember seeing the car coming toward me, I remember you being behind the wheel, and I remember waking up in that hospital in excruciating pain. Who do you think they're going to believe -- the woman with the cane, or the one who just got her bumper fixed?

Elizabeth: If you press charges, I will return the favor, and I will tell the police that you helped kidnap my son.