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Another World Transcript Monday 8/11/03

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Sam: Thanks again, really.

Rachel: Oh, no.

Julie Ann: Going to Cory tonight?

Amanda: Well, I think my dad's working late. He can give me a ride home.

Julie Ann: Why tonight?

Amanda: Because tomorrow morning I am walking through those doors as Mandy Ashton, and I just want to make sure that nobody's going to blow my cover.

Julie Ann: You know, that guy was just here.

Amanda: I'm swearing off guys.

Julie Ann: What?

Amanda: For a while. For now, I'm a career girl.

Julie Ann: But, Amanda, you saw what that guy looked like.

Amanda: Look, I have to prove to my parents that I'm really serious about this job. So, for now, all the hot guys are just going to have to wait.

Ada: What is your idea of a hot guy?

Amanda: Something I am only going to be reading about for a while. Thanks for the chocolate milk, Grandma.

Ada: Now, wait! Wait, wait, wait one little darn minute. Where do you think you're going?

Amanda: What do you mean?

Ada: Well, your check. I can't make any money around here if you freeload.

Amanda: Oh, sorry, Grandma! Um, put it on my tab?

Ada: What tab? Everybody wants credit tonight!

Julie Ann: Like the guy that came in and gave you a credit card?

Ada: For a $5.00 check, no less.

Amanda: Now, Grandma, that was a hot guy.

Ada: Uh-huh. Oh, speaking of hot, I have a few things on the grill. I'll see you ladies later.

Amanda: I saw his name on the credit card receipt.

Julie Ann: You just happened to his name?

Amanda: Sam Fowler. It's funny, though. I didn't think he looked like a Sam.

Julie Ann: But you're giving up guys.

Amanda: Oh, absolutely. Except, you know, I think Grandma probably should have gotten his phone number on that thing.

Michael: Honey, we'll talk about it. Just let me find this letter, ok?

Vicky: I just don't know why you defend him all the time.

Michael: Because he's my brother.

Vicky: Well, he wouldn't do the same for you.

Michael: You know, I don't understand this. I mean, I thought you liked your uncle John. I don't see why you're on his case all of a sudden.

Vicky: No reason.

Michael: Victoria, are you sure?

Vicky: I'm fine. I just get so mad when you treat him so well and he acts like such a jerk.

Michael: Honey, your uncle John has problems that you don't know about.

Vicky: Well, I don't want to know anymore.

Michael: Say what?

Vicky, sighing: Nothing.

Michael: Hey, Vick, wait a minute. Hold on. There's a letter here for you.

Vicky: Thanks.

Michael: Oh, great. Look, I'll be on the phone in the study if anybody wants me, all right?

Vicky: Yeah.

[Vicky sighs]

Vicky: Oh, Michael! I don't know why they are doing this to you.

John: It wasn't meaningless, was it, Donna?

Donna: Let me go!

John: You felt something for me when we made love.

Donna: No!

John: You still do.

Donna: You want to know what I really feel? I am revolted every time I think about it.

John: You're lying.

Donna: That's what I really feel. Every time you touched me--

John: Stop denying it, Donna. You want me.

Donna: No.

John: You want me.

Donna: Stop it! Let me go! Oh!

Donna: I didn't mean for that to happen.

John: Didn't you?

Donna: I shouldn't have come here.

John: Ah, but you did come here. You always do.

Donna: You know why I was here.

John: You have always got an excuse. I think you really believe that's the reason you came here.

Donna: Would you just let go of me?

John: No, not until you start telling me the truth.

Donna: I came here to fire you.

John: I said the truth.

Donna: I can't help it if you don't believe me.

John: If you wanted to get rid of me, you didn't have to fire me. All you had to do was ignore me. But you can't.

Donna: Michael is the one who wants you here. Not me.

John: I was all ready to leave the other night.

Donna: I know, and I wish you had.

John: Oh, but you made up that beautiful excuse about how I was holding out on Michael. You made it easy for me to stay.

Donna: I did it for Michael.

John: Oh, is that it?

Donna: Well, why else would I have done it?

John: I just keep wondering why you don't tell Michael the truth.

Donna: I told you. He wouldn't understand.

John: Why not? I mean, if he's as loving as you say he is.

Donna: He is and he does love me.

John: Why do you keep protecting the fact that we made love?

Amanda: Hmm.

Julie Ann: Are you going to go to Cory now?

Amanda: You know, I never thought I'd see him again.

Julie Ann: Who?

Amanda: That guy Sam. At least, not since I left him parking cars at my party.

Julie Ann: But I thought you had sworn off guys.

Amanda: But I have.

Ada: You still here? Ladies, can I get you anything else?

Amanda: Grandma, do you have a phone book?

Ada: Yeah, by the pay phone.

Amanda: Thanks.

Ada: What's with her tonight?

Julie Ann: I think she's confused about her dual identity.

Ada: Dual identity? What is that?

Julie Ann: Meet Mandy Ashton.

Ada: Mandy Ashton. Didn't she make a movie with Brian O'Hearne once?

Amanda: Oh, that's my name for Cory Publishing. Do you think it sounds too made-up?

Ada: I get it. It's like superman. Mandy Ashton by day--

Julie Ann: Hard working drone of the publishing industry--

Ada: And comes nightfall, she's Amanda Cory, savior of the downtrodden!

Julie Ann: Looking, looking for Sam Fowler.

Amanda: I am not!

Julie Ann: The book was open to the "Fs.

Amanda: For Fred. Fred's taxi. Seems like it's the only way I'm going to get to Cory tonight.

Ada: I thought you didn't start until tomorrow?

Amanda: Oh, well, I don't. But I have to go over there tonight to convince Mom and Dad that I'm really serious about this.

Ada: Well, if I know you, you will.

Julie Ann: It's like killing two with one stone.

Amanda: Meaning what?

Julie Ann: Meaning this new might strike a chord with Sam Fowler. Well, you know what he thinks about Amanda Cory.

Ada: What is this with Sam Fowler?

Amanda: It's nothing! Nothing!

Ada: Mm-hmm.

Amanda: Well, I'll probably never see him again.

Julie Ann: Right.

[Amanda sighs]

Mac: Just let me take care of this check--

Sam: No, let me get that.

Mac: Absolutely not! You got this job on talent, not picking up checks for the boss.

Sam: Ok.

Rachel: How did this happen?

Mac: Hello, darling. Come on over.

Rachel: Well, Mac, I was wondering where you were. Hello, Sam.

Sam: Mrs. Cory.

Mac: I just hired Sam as an assistant layout editor.

Rachel: Wonderful.

Mac: You're absolutely right about his talent.

Rachel: You're not usually out at 9:00 at night, combing the streets for a layout editor.

Mac: Jack Mannion quit.

Rachel: When?

Mac: Two hours ago. So, I moved Jeff Daniels into his place.

Rachel: But, we're going to press in the morning!

Mac: Exactly.

Rachel: So, you needed a layout editor.

Mac: And, thanks to you, I found one.

Rachel: Good for me.

Sam: Mr. Cory's not going to regret this and neither will you.

Rachel: Great.

Mac: Well, let's get over to the office. I want to make sure you have the materials you need to work tonight.

Sam: Sure.

Mac: Want to come along with us?

Rachel: No, I'm going to talk to, um, Felicia.

Mac: Oh, good.

Rachel: I'll meet you there.

Mac: Fine.

Rachel: Great.

Mac: Let's go. Thank you, Felicia.

Felicia: You're welcome.

Mitch: I appreciate your not saying anything.

Rachel: I didn't have a chance!

Felicia: Now, Rachel, he's going to do very well.

Rachel: How did he find Mac? Did you do this?

Felicia: No. I did.

Rachel: You?

Felicia: Yes.

Rachel: You, at least, I thought were my friend!

Felicia: I am your friend. But you didn't even want Mac to meet Sam because he's

Mitch 's brother.

Rachel: Exactly!

Felicia: But, Rachel, that's not fair!

Rachel: So, you thought you'd take matters into your own hands?

Felicia: No, no, no. Mac came in here. He was asking for Sam.

Mitch: Rachel, Mac saw Sam's portfolio. He likes his work.

Rachel: I know, but he doesn't know the truth about him. What's going to happen when he knows the truth?

Felicia: Well, that would be unfortunate.

Rachel: Unfortunate is hardly the word for it.

Felicia: You're telling me that you would deprive a deserving artist, even if you know his work is good?

Rachel: His work is good.

Felicia: See? And you were ready to keep him from this job just because of who he is. Isn't that right?

Rachel: Right.

[Door opens]

Vicky: Uncle Peter.

Peter: Hi.

Vicky: I didn't hear you come in.

Peter: Oh, well, you've been pretty preoccupied all day.

Vicky: I'm ok.

Peter: Bridget made Coquille St. Jacques tonight. You didn't touch yours.

Vicky: I don't like it.

Peter: It's your favorite! You're always saying that!

Vicky: I don't like eating out of the seashells with the little forks.

Peter: I know how it is to feel like an outsider.

Vicky: You?

Peter: I'm not exactly welcome here, Vicky. Your father has made sure of that.

Vicky: Don't start in on my father.

Peter: This is the Hudson house now. You and I are Loves.

Vicky: I'm called a Love because I'm illegitimate, Peter. We're nothing alike.

Peter: I still hate to see you looking so lonely.

Vicky: Didn't seem to crack you up much before.

Peter: Well... Maybe that's 'cause I'm a little lonely now, too. Peggy has been working overtime at her career, and I've had a lot of time on my hands since Brittany and I...

Vicky: How long did it take for you to realize that Brittany was interested in someone else?

Peter: Uh... Well, at first I didn't want to know.

Vicky: Right.

Peter: But then the signs became too obvious.

Vicky: Yeah, but you're more suspicious than...

Peter: What? What were you saying?

Michael: Oh, Peter, you're here.

Peter: This is still my home, Michael.

Michael: Yeah, I know, I just figured you and Reg might be out bilking an orphanage or something.

Peter: Heh heh heh heh. Well, on that note--

Michael: Have you seen Donna, Peter?

[Telephone rings]

Peter: No. No. As a matter of fact, I haven't seen Donna in quite some time.


Michael: Victoria, how about you? Have you seen Donna?

Vicky: No.


Michael: Hudson residence. Michael Hudson speaking. What do you mean? No, Buchanan was supposed to take care of that. No. Ugh.

Vicky: But I bet I can guess where she is.

Donna: How can you say that so easily?

John: Because it happened. You can deny it all your life. It's not gonna change anything.

Donna: I shouldn't be here.

John: No, you shouldn't. But you are. And you always keep coming back.

Donna: Not anymore. I am never coming back here again.

John: Donna, I--

Donna: Please. Please just don't say anything else.

John: I just wanted to say I'm sorry.

Donna: Why?

John: You're not just that girl on the hill anymore, are you? That's not fair to you. You've been through a lot. A father who's been after you since the day you were born, who took away your children, who put you in a hospital. No wonder you can't take anymore.

John: I'm not trying to hurt you.

Donna: Then would you please just go?

John: You always had a tendency to oversimplify.

Donna: You know, everything would be just fine for us if everyone would just leave us alone.

John: You and Michael?

Donna: Yes, of course, me and Michael. You didn't think that I meant--

John: You always try to control everything, don't you? Make your life into this... wonderful, perfect little world where you and Michael can be perfectly happy.

Donna: Well, we could be.

John: The only problem with that is... you don't fit into their world. You never have. Never will.

Donna: You don't know what you're saying.

John: That's why I'm not leaving. If I thought that my going away could solve all your problems, I'd be out of here like a shot.

Donna: Well, it could. If you would, if you would just go away.

John: Be honest, Donna. You still have feelings for me.

Donna: No. No, it's not true.

John: No matter what you do... you can't change those feelings.

John: Here, blow your nose.

Donna: Is it clean?

John: Yes, it's clean.


John: Seems like I always make you cry.

Donna: I waited my whole life for Michael Hudson to come back to me... And now he has.

John: I don't understand this thing with you and Mike. All I know about is your feelings for me.

John: Well, at least this time you didn't deny it.

Donna: John... If there is... if there is an attraction between us--

John: There is.

Donna: Well, then, we have to fight it. Michael is my husband. You're his brother.

John: You can't just turn off what you feel.

Donna: Well, I can. I have to.

John: Why?

Donna: Why do you keep asking me that?

John: Because we have to tell each other the truth. After that... I don't know. But we have to start with the truth.

Donna: I...

John: Don't run away from me again, Donna. Don't do it again.

Donna: I love Michael.

Mac: Michele, why are you still here? It's after 9:00.

Michele: Somebody has to run this place.

Mac: This is Michele. She runs this place. Michele, Sam Fowler, our new assistant layout editor.

Michele: Oh, you dug him up over your supper hour?

Mac: No, fortunately, Rachel had already interviewed him. If there's anything you want to know about the magazine, ask Michele. She knows all.

Michele: Well, I like to get to know the people with their ears to the ground.

Mac: This is the place. My office is that way. I'd like to talk to you about some things in general before you get your nose to the grindstone.

Sam: Hey, I'm ready.

Amanda: Michele, is my dad here?

Julie Ann: You better call him Mr. Cory, Miss Ashton.

Amanda: That's the name I'm gonna use here, Mandy Ashton.

Michele: Ah.

Julie Ann: I told her if she wanted to be one of us, she should call herself Selma, Thelma, or Gladys. But, uh, she didn't buy it.

Amanda: Are you finished?

Julie Ann: Yes.

Amanda: My dad doesn't know about my new name. You wanna help me spring it on him?

Mac: I'm sorry you had to start with us under the pressure of such a busy time.

Sam: Well, I'd rather be busy.

Mac: Rachel says you are familiar with Brava's format.

Sam: Yes, sir.

Mac: Good, because there's no time to acquaint you with it. The deadline is staring us in the face.

Sam: Well, I've got some ideas that I think maybe--

Michele: Mr. Cory?

Mac: Excuse me. Yes, Michele?

Michele: There's a Miss Mandy Ashton here to see you.

Mac: Um...I'm sorry, I-- I don't think I know anyone by that name. It must be a mistake.

Michael: Look, I'm sorry, but I'll take care of it. No, I don't know how it happened. But I think I know who's behind it. Look, you call me first thing tomorrow morning, all right? Fine. It's Reginald.

Vicky: Causing a lot of trouble for you lately, huh?

Michael: Honey, Reginald has caused nothing but trouble for me since the very beginning.

Vicky: I don't know what made you hang on.

Michael: Your mother. Your mother is worth whatever Reginald has put me through. Look, I gotta go down to the office.

Vicky: Did uncle John know Reginald?

Michael: What?

Vicky: When you were younger, how well did uncle John know Reginald and Donna?

Michael: Did John upset you?

Vicky: No, it isn't that.

Michael: No, you go ahead and tell me if he did, because John just sometimes speaks, you know, he--he just shoots first and asks questions later, but that's just the way he is.

Vicky: You keep making excuses for him. I just wonder if he is as loyal.

Michael: Oh, honey...he would be if the chips were down. He'd be there for me. Look, we love each other, just like you and Marley love each other. My report! I can't believe Bridget didn't tell me it got here. Oh.

Vicky: Yeah, well, Marley wouldn't have done what he did.

Michael: I don't believe this. The numbers are wrong. I... Vicky, did you say something? I'm sorry.

Vicky: Nothing important.

Michael: Honey, come here. Talk to me for a second. Your uncle John, all he needs is a chance, and all I'm gonna do is see that he gets that chance.

Vicky: He is lucky to have you as a brother.

Michael: I don't know why, but it surprises me to hear you talk about him like that.

Vicky: Why?

Michael: Mmm...I guess because you remind me of each other so much, I would think that you'd be the one person in the world to understand him.

Vicky: Maybe I do.

Michael: Good. I'm sorry, I really have to go down to the office. Talk to you later. Oh, and, uh... Your uncle John? Don't you worry about him. I'll handle it.

Vicky: Yeah. Right.

Peter: Michael left?

Vicky: Yeah, some business thing.

Peter: Oh. He's been busy a lot lately, hasn't he?

Vicky: Yeah.

Peter: Is that why you've been looking so sad?

Vicky: I'm a big girl now, Peter. I don't need my father around all the time.

Peter: Still, you don't have many friends around here. You must need somebody to talk to.

Vicky: Why talk? Nobody listens.

Peter: I would.

Vicky: If you're waiting for me to put down Michael, I'm not going to.

Peter: No. What I'm waiting for is to see you smile again.

Vicky: Does it make that much of a difference?

Peter: Yes. You used to be about the only person around here who could make me laugh. I've gotta admit, I miss that.

Vicky: Well, I think you'll be waiting a long time.

Peter: What time is it now?

Vicky: 9:18, why?

Peter: Uh-huh. Well, I guarantee you, by 9:30, I will have you laughing.

I remember the day you went out of your way just to see me, I do I still feel butterflies when I look in your eyes that old magic in you is still there, still the same like the sun and the rain, nothing's changed, our love remains, you're my anchor and my sail in the wind. I need you here forever, so hang on to the wings of my heart, we can fly together. Love will take us beyond the clouds if you hold on to the wings of my heart

John: I know you love Michael.

Donna: Do you really know that?

John: You've made it pretty clear.

Donna: Then why do you always act like I'm lying to myself?

John: I think it's possible to... be in love with two people at the same time.

Donna: I don't.

John: That's where you're lying to yourself.

Donna: How can you be so sure?

John: If there is one thing I've done in this life, it's face the truth. There's something between us, Donna. There always has been.

Donna: Then how can I love Michael so much?

John: And want his brother at the same time?

Donna: Oh, please.

John: Just the way it is, Donna. It's part of the truth. It was all those years ago... And it still is.

Donna: I went to you that night to make Michael jealous.

John: I remember that night, too. We were both looking for an excuse.

Donna: No.

John: Problem is... nothing has changed. It was a night just like tonight. It was hot. The cool breeze... Look at me, Donna. You look at me and tell me anything has changed.

Donna: What has changed is that Michael is my life.

John: You said that then, too.

Donna: He is my husband now.

John: You just can't say it, can you?

Donna: Because it's wrong.

John: Then why don't you just go?

Donna: Because I have got to make you stop talking about us, stop thinking about us, stop remembering about us.

John: You can never do that.

Donna: I have to.

John: Every time I look at you, I think about that night.

Donna: It was just one night, John.

John: What about Vicky?

Donna: Leave her out of this.

John: She could be my daughter.

John: Damn it, Donna! I deserve to know!

Donna: She's...

John: She could be mine.

Felicia: You know, you'll forgive me for saying this, but I don't understand what the big deal is.

Rachel: The big deal is I just lied to Mac.

Mitch: You didn't lie to Mac. You just didn't say that Sam is my brother.

Rachel: It's the same thing. I can't believe you did this. I really can't believe this.

Felicia: Rachel, Mac came in here asking for Sam. I think this kid deserves the job.

Rachel: And I didn't deserve your confidence?

Felicia: No, you're the one that took it away from him once, remember?

Rachel: Of course I did! I wasn't gonna lie to Mac. I was just gonna sort of avoid the whole issue. I mean, how could I give that job to Sam? As soon as I did, Mac would think I gave it to him because of


Felicia: No, he would not. He would know the truth. He's seen Sam's credentials.

Rachel: I should have said something. I should have said something right away.

Mitch: Then you would have blown Sam's chances from the start.

Rachel: I didn't do it because of Sam. I did it because Mac had an emergency, and he needed somebody.

Felicia: That's right, and he needed somebody as good as Sam.

Rachel: I talked to Sam's boss in Seattle. With any luck at all, Sam will be fired from this job as quickly as he was from there.

Mitch: That's a real possibility.

Felicia: It's also a possibility that Mac is gonna like him a lot, and once Sam makes his little niche at Brava, you can explain everything to Mac. You can tell him the truth then.

Rachel: That's a very pretty picture, but what am I supposed to do now?

Mitch: Where are you going?

Rachel: I'm going to Mac. I mean, he's expecting me.

Felicia: Rachel--

Rachel: I am going to tell him the truth. And not when it's right for you or Sam.

Mac: I'm sorry, Michele, I'm busy, and I really don't know a Miss Ashton.

Michele: Mr. Cory, I think you do.

Sam: I can leave if there's a problem.

Mac: No, no, there's no problem. All right, Michele, tell Miss Ashton I'll see her in a moment. I want to make sure you get the proofs of the pages that need work, anyway.

Sam: Good. That'll give me a chance to go back to the Love Tower and pick up my drafting equipment.

Mac: Fine. I'm looking forward to working with you. You've got a nice, fresh approach.

Sam: Well, thank you.

Mac: So, when you settle in, I'll welcome your input.

Sam: Well, I do have a habit of speaking my mind.

Mac: Good. So do I. I think you should know... I believe in promoting from within the organization, so if you're serious about working, you can have a good career here.

Sam: Oh, I'm very serious.

Julie Ann: Hey, as long as I'm here, I'm gonna mail out some correspondence, ok?

Amanda: Sure, go ahead.

Julie Ann: But I'd love to see your father's reaction when he sees you.

Amanda: Ha ha.

Julie Ann: Good luck, Mandy Ashton.

Amanda: Thanks.

Amanda: Yes, Chicago, please. Hi, um, I'm looking for a friend of mine. The Bay City operator said that you may have more listings. His name is Fowler.

Mac: I haven't had a chance to check your references yet.

Sam: Well, I think my portfolio says more about me than my references could.

Mac: Are you always this enthusiastic?

Sam: This is me when I'm subdued.

Mac: I hope you feel the same way tomorrow.

Sam: I will.

Mac: Good. Well, the proofs are on Michele's desk. We'll go out together. Then I'll meet this Miss Ashton, whoever she is. May I have those proofs, Michele?

Michele: Oh, sure.

Mac: Thank you. Here you go.

Sam: I'll probably do some work at home and then come back later, if that's all right.

Mac: All right. We'll see to it the night watchman has your name.

Sam: Fantastic. Thanks again.

Mac: Thank you.

Amanda: You have three separate listings? Um... All right, I'll take all of them.

Amanda: 4-4-3-8. Got it.

Mac: Now, then, where is this Miss Ashton?

Mac: Ha ha ha ha ha ha.

Amanda: Mr. Cory?

Mac: You're Miss Ashton?

Amanda: Well, I'm starting work tomorrow, so I thought maybe we should get acquainted.

Mac: I think the coast is clear.

[Chuckles] oh, Mandy Ashton, eh?

Amanda: Well, I thought you'd better know. I, um, hope I wasn't bugging you.

Mac: No, no, just talking to a new assistant layout editor. What's this?

Amanda: Oh, nothing, it's just some phone numbers.

Mac: Did you need anything else from me?

Amanda: No, no, that's all. I just wanted to let you and Michele know about Mandy Ashton.

Mac: I'm looking forward to meeting her professionally tomorrow.

Amanda: Thanks. But there's one other thing.

Mac: Oh?

Amanda: There's this girl, and her name is Amanda Cory. She kinda needs a ride home.

Mac: Oh, well, sure, I don't mind taking Miss Cory home, but I do have some calls to return. Can she wait?

Amanda: Yeah, no problem.

Mac: Ok, it'll be a while, now.

Amanda: That's ok, I have some things I have to do, too.

Mac: Good.

Amanda: Hello, yes, is this the Fowler residence? It is. Ok. I'm looking for a friend of mine. His name is Sam Fowler. Oh, I see. You're Sadie Fowler. Well, there wouldn't happen to be a Sam Fowler there, would there?

Peter: So, there is this long pause, see. And then Bette Davis says, "excuse me, darling. Do you have 2 fives for a 10?"

Peter: 2 fives for a 10, get it?

Vicky: Yeah, I got it. It just wasn't very funny.

Peter: What time is it?

Vicky: 9:29. You have one minute left. Peter, I don't think you're gonna make it.

Peter: All right, this never fails. This would make a statue laugh. This is my "a" material. Ahem. Have you ever noticed that, um, flamenco dancers...

[Singing flamenco music] always look like they're sniffing the lining of their jacket? Ha ha ha ha ha!

Vicky: You look so stupid.

Peter: You're smiling. What time is it?

Vicky: 9:30.

Peter: I told you so. Heh. Here, have a rose.

Vicky: Thanks.

Peter: Now... Would you tell uncle Pedro what's bothering you? Hmm?

Vicky: I can't.

Peter: Do I have to do the flamenco again?

Vicky: No, please. Anything but that.

Peter: Vicky, look, uh... I want to say something, and I--this time I'm not joking around.

Vicky: What?

Peter: I care about you.

Vicky: Why?

Peter: Because you're Donna's child, that's why. If you need to talk, I'm here.

Vicky: Thanks.

Peter: We got along pretty well when you first moved in here.

Vicky: Well, a lot has changed since then.

Peter: That's true, that's true. And I'd say it's tended to put us both on the outside, wouldn't you?

Vicky: Maybe.

Peter: You and I are the only ones who do not hate my father. That isolates us in this house.

Vicky: Uncle Peter, do you really love Donna?

Peter: Very much.

Vicky: Even if she was...

Donna: Uh...Have you seen Michael?

Peter: Donna, where have you been?

Donna: Have either of you seen Michael?

Amanda: Really? Heh. Yeah, um, excuse me, Mrs. Fowler? Sadie. I--I've--I'm sorry, but I've really gotta go. Ok, I'll be sure and stop in the next time I'm in Chicago. Ok, I hope your arthritis is better soon. Right. Good-bye.

Julie Ann: Mrs. Fowler?

Amanda: Well, you know, she was a nice lady. I didn't wanna hang up on her.

Julie Ann: Why did you call her?

Amanda: Well...I thought, you know, maybe--

Julie Ann: Sam Fowler was there, right?

Amanda: Dumb idea, huh?

Julie Ann: What's dumb is not admitting that you're interested in this guy.

Amanda: I didn't say I wasn't interested, I just said I don't have the time right now.

Mac: Amanda? Uh, Miss Ashton? Here's a list of people you should know about.

Amanda: See what I mean?

Mac: Hello, Julie Ann.

Julie Ann: Hi.

Mac: Michele go home?

Amanda: She's on a break.

Mac: Oh, good, she works entirely too many hours. Say, that's something you might do, is help take the load off her.

Rachel: At least until you go to college.

Mac: Hello, darling.

Amanda: Hi, Mom.

Mac: Have you talked with Felicia?

Rachel: Yeah, I did. I talked with Felicia.

Mac: Good.

Julie Ann: Uh, well, I guess I'll be heading out.

Amanda: Oh, well, I think I'm gonna leave with my folks.

Julie Ann: Ok.

Mac: See you tomorrow.

Julie Ann: Good night.

Amanda: Good night.

Mac: I have one more call to make, and then we'll get out of here.

Rachel: Mac?

Mac: Yeah, what is it?

Rachel: I just wanted to find out, um, how you like the new man?

Mac: Oh, he had enormous enthusiasm. I loved his portfolio.

Rachel: Yeah, so did I.

Mac: So lucky that you happened to have already interviewed him. When were you gonna have me meet him?

Rachel: Oh, uh, well, I'm not sure.

Mac: Oh. Well, anyway, we were up against a stone wall when Jack quit. Suddenly, presto, we've got someone very well qualified. Wonderful. You're terrific.

Rachel: Yeah.

[Door closes]

Rachel: Terrific. Yeah. That's what I am. I'm terrific.

Felicia: Ahem.

Felicia: Hi.

Mitch: Hi.

Felicia: Still upset about what Rachel said?

Mitch: It didn't exactly make my day.

Felicia: You know, things will calm down by tomorrow.

Mitch: Well, I certainly didn't mean to upset her.

Felicia: You didn't. I did.

Mitch: Somehow, this has all gotten... too complicated.

Felicia: Heh. But...Mac liked Sam. I could tell.

Mitch: He's known him all of three minutes.

Felicia: Yeah, but that's longer than some of the jobs that Sam has held.

Mitch: You're right about that.

Felicia: Listen, don't worry about it. Everything will work out.

Michael: Hey, guys.

Felicia: Michael, hi.

Mitch: I haven't seen you in a while.

Michael: Well, I guess I've been real busy with work. Look, is Reg here?

Felicia: Yeah, you know, I think he is, but, uh... Donna's not with you? You're not having dinner here tonight?

Michael: No. I wish that was the reason I was here tonight. Look, can I use the house phone?

Mitch: Sure, any problem?

Michael: Yeah.

Mitch: It's not John, is it? I mean, he's not ill or anything?

Michael: No, no, no, John's fine. Or as good as John gets, I guess.

Felicia: What's happened?

Michael: He's got loose ends. He needs something here in Bay City that's his, you know?

Felicia: Oh.

Michael: Look, uh, I gotta make this phone call.

Felicia: You want to go down to his room? You can.

Michael: No, no, no. I have a little plan I want to put in motion, and I need Reg to come to me.

Felicia: Really?

Felicia: Well?

Mitch: You got the job.

Sam: You're looking at the new assistant layout editor for Brava magazine.

Felicia: Honey, oh, that's wonderful! Really wonderful! When do you start?

Sam: 5 minutes ago. I stopped by to get some of my drafting materials.

Mitch: Working tonight?

Sam: Hey, got a deadline, brother.

Felicia: So, how do you like Mac?

Sam: I like him. He knows what he's doing, but he's open to new ideas.

Mitch: Is that what he said?

Sam: Yeah, he said specifically, "I want your input." I think I'm gonna like this job.

Mitch: Good. Don't lose it.

Sam: Ha ha ha.

Felicia: You see?

Donna: Well, there's no answer at Michael's office.

Vicky: Well, I heard a car pulling away a little while ago. Maybe it was his.

Donna: Did Michael say at all where he was going?

Vicky: No, but he was very upset.

Donna: About what?

Vicky: Business. And Reginald.

Peter: Well, I think I'll take a little walk.

Vicky: Uh, you just took a walk, Peter.

Peter: Well, it's a beautiful night. Now, you remember what I told you, hmm?

Vicky: Michael was looking for you, too.

Donna: He was?

Vicky: But nobody seemed to know where you were.

Donna: Well, I was down by the beach. I took a walk along the lake.

Vicky: How was it?

Donna: It was fine. It was just fine.

Vicky: Well, then, why were you so upset when you walked in?

Donna: Victoria, I wasn't upset. I was just out of breath. John! What a pleasant surprise.

John: Can I talk to you for a minute?

Donna: Well, I don't know. Uh, Victoria--

Vicky: Oh, don't worry about me, Donna. I was just leaving.

Donna: Well, where are you going?

Vicky: Maybe Peter would like some company on his walk.

Donna: How dare you come barging in here like that?

John: I'm gonna do whatever it takes to make you talk to me.

Donna: If you think you're going to get me to say what you want, you've got another thing coming.

John: You started this, Donna.

Donna: Victoria was just in here.

John: I didn't say anything in front of Victoria.

Donna: I know, but she is going to start to suspect something soon.

John: That's only because there is something to suspect. Isn't there?

Donna: I wish I never had to see you again.

John: It wouldn't make any difference. You still feel the same way.

Donna: No.

John: I have waited for 20 years. I feel like I've been in limbo. I'm not gonna wait any longer.

Donna: This is my living room. Somebody could walk in here any minute.

John: Then answer my question, and I'll leave.

Donna: Please.

John: Answer me. Answer me, Donna!

Donna: Yes!

John: Yes what?

Donna: Yes, I feel something for you.

Donna: Are you happy now?

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