Savannah (TV Series)
Playing with the Enemy (1996)
Robyn Lively: Lane McKenzie
Quotes
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Dean Collins : [Lane has some story to tell] Shoot.
Lane McKenzie : Uh, do you know what your wife was doing when she was away?
Dean Collins : Last week? Yeah, she had a job in sales, flew to Augusta. Why?
Lane McKenzie : I mean, when she left you for six months, do you know what she was doing?
Dean Collins : Why are you asking?
Lane McKenzie : I saw... Jeannie... kissing another man at the airport the other day.
Dean Collins : There could be an explanation for that.
Lane McKenzie : I thought so too.
Dean Collins : Maybe it wasn't even Jeannie.
Lane McKenzie : It was.
Dean Collins : So there could still be an explanation for it.
Lane McKenzie : That's why I tracked the man down - to get the explanation.
Dean Collins : You tracked him down?
Lane McKenzie : Look, the last thing I wanna do is cause trouble.
Dean Collins : But...?
Lane McKenzie : But I found out this man lives in Augusta, and I went to see him.
Dean Collins : Did you talk to him?
Lane McKenzie : Yes. I asked if... he knew Jeannie Collins, and he said...
Dean Collins : Lane, quit your dragging it out, and just say it.
Lane McKenzie : The man told me she was his fiancee.
Dean Collins : Jeannie?
Lane McKenzie : Yes.
Dean Collins : [shocked] That's crazy.
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Lane McKenzie : [phone rang] Hello?
Dean Collins : Lane, it's Dean. Can you come with me to Augusta tomorrow?
Lane McKenzie : Yeah, I'll call in sick.
Dean Collins : Great. I wanna talk to this guy face to face. I'll talk to you later, okay?
Lane McKenzie : Okay. Bye.
[uncertain]
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Matt Carter : [in his office] Can I help you?
Lane McKenzie : I'm Lane McKenzie. We spoke last week at your house.
Dean Collins : [introducing himself] Dean.
[they shake hands]
Matt Carter : Oh right, I remember. You were looking for my fiancee.
Lane McKenzie : [nervous laugh] Uh, sorry to disturb you at your office. We stopped by your house, and your neighbor gave us this address.
Dean Collins : He said Jeannie might be here.
Matt Carter : You just missed her.
Dean Collins : Oh.
[looks uncomfortably at Lane]
Matt Carter : Oh, you're friends of hers?
Dean Collins : [voice thick with irony] Yeah, yeah, we go way back.
Matt Carter : Oh, great! I know she'll wanna see you. Lemme get a pen. I'll write down your names and numbers.
Dean Collins : Have you and Jeannie been together long?
Matt Carter : Almost a year.
Lane McKenzie : [surprised] A year?
Matt Carter : Yeah.
Dean Collins : When's the wedding?
Matt Carter : [beaming] She wants to be a June bride.
Dean Collins : [as they share a laugh] Well, you must be quite a guy. She was always so particular, it's hard to imagine Jeannie Collins married.
Matt Carter : Collins?
Dean Collins : Yeah. Jeannie Collins.
Matt Carter : My fiancee's Jeannie Collier.
Lane McKenzie : Collier?
Matt Carter : You said you were looking for Jeannie Collier when you stopped by.
Lane McKenzie : I said Collins.
Matt Carter : Let's skip to the bottom of this.
[opens drawer, takes out photo]
Matt Carter : Here, it's my fiancee Jeannie.
Lane McKenzie : [taking a look] It isn't her.
Matt Carter : I beg your pardon?
Lane McKenzie : I saw you kissing Jeannie Collins in the Savannah airport the other day.
Matt Carter : Then you need glasses.
Lane McKenzie : My eyesight is just fine.
Matt Carter : What are you talking about? Who are you people?
Lane McKenzie : I know you flew to Savannah. I saw the airplane passenger list.
Matt Carter : [nods impatiently] Not that it's any of your damn business, but I did go to Savannah the other day to conduct business. I flew back the same day. I didn't kiss any Jeannie Collins in the airport, I don't even know a Jeannie Collins, and if you don't leave right now, I'm calling the police!
Dean Collins : No, no, no. That won't be necessary.
[to Lane:]
Dean Collins : Come on.
Lane McKenzie : But something's not right!
Dean Collins : Come on, we'll talk about this outside.
[she heads for the door]
Dean Collins : Sorry to take up your time.
[leaves, closing the door, with Matt glaring after them]
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Lane McKenzie : Look, I didn't make it up, and I wasn't mistaken.
Dean Collins : Lane, this type of thing happens all the time at crime scenes. Just last week I was investigating a robbery, and one of the customers got a good look at the thief, and described him as six feet two, overweight, with sandy-colored hair. When we caught the guy, he turned out to be five foot seven, a hundred forty-four pounds, dripping wet and balding.
Lane McKenzie : I'm sure I saw Jeannie.
Dean Collins : Lane...!
Lane McKenzie : I know I must look like an absolute fool taking you on a wild-goose chase to Augusta, and... I know what you must think of me.
Dean Collins : I think you're a good friend trying to help.
Lane McKenzie : [smirks] Don't be so nice about it.
Dean Collins : I'm not trying to be nice. It's what I think.
Lane McKenzie : Don't you wonder if I was... finagling to get you alone for a day?
Dean Collins : If that was your intention, you could have come up with a much smoother plan.
[she smirks]
Lane McKenzie : [a knock on the door] Oh.
Dean Collins : I'd better be going.
Lane McKenzie : Hold on.
[goes to open]
Lane McKenzie : Jeannie!
Jeannie Collins : There you are, Lane. My husband wasn't home, so I thought I'd look here, and surprise! I found you!
Dean Collins : What are you doing in town?
Jeannie Collins : [holding up her hand imperiously] No, no. I cannot believe you are asking me that. I find you here, with your old girlfriend,
[crosses arms:]
Jeannie Collins : and you start questioning me?
Dean Collins : [trying] I was doing a favor for Lane.
Jeannie Collins : Oh, Lordy me, I hate to ask what kind of a favor?
Lane McKenzie : I had an electrical problem, and Dean said he'd fix it.
Jeannie Collins : [scoffs] Next time, hire an electrician.
Lane McKenzie : Oh, well.
Dean Collins : Let's go, Jeannie, you made enough of a scene already.
Jeannie Collins : [holding up her hand] Au contraire! I am sick and tired of Lane McKenzie acting so self-righteous when she is running after you like some lovesick puppy! Electrical problem, my butt!
Dean Collins : Jeannie!
Lane McKenzie : I am not running after your husband.
Jeannie Collins : Oh, no? Well, then I'd never find the two of you together again, and if I do, I will kick your teeth in.
Dean Collins : [sighs, taking his wife by the arm] We are going.
Jeannie Collins : [snaps viciously] Take your cheating arm off of me!
Lane McKenzie : [as Jeannie storms off, Dean following] I'm sorry.