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Another World Transcript Monday 9/15/03

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Dawn: You're right. It is over.

Scott: Thank goodness.

Dawn: You think you can make it to a table?

Scott: I think the bar looks like the easiest to me.

Dawn: Oh, you poor baby.

Scott: Mm-hmm.

Dawn: Let's get you to a stool.

Scott: You're the boss. Ooh.

Dawn: You know, it was really sweet of you to help me move my things today.

Scott: Well, I love spending my day off throwing my back out.

Dawn: Oh. Well, you're a lifesaver, you know?

Scott: Mm-hmm.

Dawn: I mean, one suitcase I think I could have handled all by myself, but two --

Scott: Yeah, and don't forget you had to carry your purse here.

Dawn: Yeah. Well, it's all over now. We won't have to worry about it.

Scott: Hmm.

Dawn: So let's try to forget it, ok?

Scott: Hmm.

Dawn: At least until I find a piano.

Scott: A piano?

Dawn: Uh-huh. I've been checking the ads for sales and --

Scott: Any luck?

Dawn: Well, try not to look so hopeful.

Scott: Well, how's this?

[Falsetto voice] any luck?

Dawn: No. Nothing that I can afford yet, but look, look, look what I saw.

Scott: [Normal voice] oh. "Auditions for singers at Tops." Hmm. You still thinking about it?

Dawn: Well, why shouldn't I?

Scott: Ah, yeah, it feels good, right there. Mm-hmm. "Send resumes to Chad Rollo." Hmm.

Dawn: Well, he'll back down. I just have to talk him into letting me audition.

Chad: Wrong.

Dawn: Chad.

Chad: Like I told you last week, no sister of mine is going to sing at a nightclub.

Amanda: I'm serious, mom. I'm going to swear off everything -- everything else in my life. I'm going to think about nothing but my work.

Rachel: Nothing?

Amanda: Don't start.

Rachel: Ok, fine. Nothing.

Amanda: Not even men. I mean it. I don't want any distractions. I'm going to concentrate on my career. I won't even make time for romance. I do not want to even look at a man.

Rachel: Not even look?

Amanda: So, Mrs. Cory, I thought you might be needing this, since you said that you were going to be having a late dinner here. So --

Rachel: I remember hoping it was going to be an uneventful dinner, Ms. Ashton. It is Ms. Ashton, isn't it?

Amanda: Oh, please, just call me Mandy. That's what my boss, Mr. Fowler, calls me.

Sam: He's going to start calling you something else if you don't quit following him around.

Vicky: I was right.

Michael: Right about what, honey? Vicky? Vicky!

Vicky: I have to tell you --

Michael: Tell me? Tell me what? About the accident?

Vicky: I have to tell -- tell -- tell you.

Michael: What is it, Vicky? I'm here. I'm right here.

Vicky: It hurts.

Michael: I know.

Vicky: How are you?

Michael: No, not me. Honey, I'm fine. And I'm right here. So is your mom.

Donna: I'm here.

Vicky: No.

Michael: Vicky? Vicky, I want you to know that I love you. I love you more than anyone else in the whole world.

Jamie: She's not going to be able to talk, Michael. Now, get her prepped, into O.R., now.

Nurse: Yes, doctor.

Michael: You hang in there, honey.

Donna: I love you, honey. I love you! I love you, sweetheart!

Bridget: Bridget. It's Bridget, Victoria. I'm here. I'll be waiting for you.

Michael: Jamie, how long is this going to take?

Jamie: It's going to be a long night, Michael. And we're all going to need to get a lot of rest.

Michael: Hey, you just take care of my girl, all right?

Jamie: I will do everything I can, Michael.

Michael: Look, thanks for coming, ok?

Felicia: Listen, we can stay if you want us to.

Michael: No. No, no. It's really all right. You can't do anything here anyway. I'll call you if something happens, all right?

Felicia: Ok, mm-hmm.

Mitch: Our prayers are with you.

Michael: Thanks, thanks. Look, she came to, right? I mean, that's good, isn't it? That is good, right?

Mitch: Yes, yes, that's very good, very good.

Michael: Great, that's great.

Donna: Oh --

Felicia: Donna, come on, now. You know, you call me anytime you want. I don't care if it's in the middle of the night, all right?

Donna: I'm so scared, Felicia.

Felicia: I know you are, honey, but Vicky's a fighter. She's going to make it. You'll see.

Donna: Ok. Ok. Thank you.

Cass: Look, you're not going to be in any shape to do anything about this fashion show.

Nicole: Well, you tell Sophie that I'll pay her somehow.

Cass: I'll take care of everything. You just take care of your family, all right?

Nicole: Ok.

[Michael gasps]

John: You ok?

Michael: Yeah, I'm all right. I just keep asking myself, though, how something like this could happen, John. And I keep coming up with that maybe Donna was right. Maybe I expected too much of her. Maybe I was too hard on her.

John: Mike, she was driving too fast. She lost control of her car, that's all.

Michael: No, it was more than that. I know it was more than that.

John: Then we'll have to let her tell us.

Michael: What if I waited too long, John? She got that speeding ticket last week. She was reaching out for help, and I didn't listen to her!

John: Stop blaming yourself! You didn't put her in the car. You didn't tell her to go down to the boat.

Chad: Dawn, it is a nightclub.

Dawn: So what?

Chad: So, you don't need exposure like that. You should be playing Carnegie Hall and Lincoln Center, places like that.

Dawn: Oh, fine. I'll just give them a call and make an appointment.

Chad: You need to go to school.

Dawn: I need experience.

Chad: The right kind of experience.

Scott: Well, you know, Gershwin used to sing for nickels and dimes when he was shining shoes.

Chad: I never heard that.

Scott: Walter Gershwin. Owns a school, apparently.

Chad: Thanks, Scott, but this is between my sister and me.

Scott: And me.

Chad: Well, since when?

Scott: Since I became her lawyer.

Amanda: Mrs. Cory wanted me to bring some papers from her office, didn't you?

Rachel: Yes, Mandy. Thank you.

Amanda: You're very welcome. Nice seeing you again, Janet.

Joyce: Joyce.

Sam: Rachel Cory, this is Joyce Abernathy. Joyce, this is Rachel Cory. She's visiting me from Seattle.

Rachel: How nice.

Joyce: Hi. Nice to meet you.

Rachel: Could you join me for a minute?

Sam: You wanted to see me, Mrs. Cory?

Rachel: Yeah, but you could have phoned me.

Sam: Well, I thought we'd get some dinner.

Rachel: Ah! Now I'm going to ruin it.

Sam: Why did I have a feeling that's what you were going to say?

Rachel: It's my column for this issue. I want to change it.

Sam: It's going to press tomorrow morning?

Rachel: Uh-huh. Eleanor Tarsis is having her first one-woman show in Chicago.

Sam: She's good.

Rachel: You know her?

Sam: Yes, in New York. I met her at a showing in the east village.

Rachel: I just saw her exhibit today. I know she's considered the underground.

Sam: Even by the underground. Are you sure that "Brava's" ready for a column about her?

Rachel: I'm working on the copy now, and the photographs are going to be messengered over to my place tonight.

Sam: You don't mess around, do you?

Rachel: Mac gave me free reign with this column. She's good. She's very good. I'm going to go through with this.

Sam: No argument from me.

Rachel: If I can keep "Brava" one step ahead of the New York art establishment, in a couple of years, they'll be coming to us.

Sam: All right. Ok, give me 750 words, and I'll do the cut-and-paste this evening.

Rachel: I need 1,000.

Sam: Look, 900 and I'm up against the wall.

Rachel: 950 and you've got a deal. I'm afraid I've ruined your evening, haven't I?

Joyce: Oh, no, that's ok. Sam's a workaholic. I'm used to it.

Rachel: Well, the least that "Brava" can do is pick up your dinner.

Sam: Thank you.

Joyce: Thank you.

Rachel: I'll call you when the photographs arrive, and then I'll messenger everything over to you, ok? Nice to meet you, Janet.

Joyce: Joyce.

Rachel: Oh. Joyce, sorry.

Sam: Well, now that we've got some time, why don't we make the most of it?

Joyce: What'd you have in mind?

Sam: I don't know. Maybe a little dance and we'll see what happens?

Joyce: You're on.

Sam: Not quite, but I'm almost.

Sam: Welcome to Bay City.

John: I'm going to go outside, get me some air.

Michael: Ok. Look, if anything happens, I'll come and get you, ok?

John: Yeah.

Donna: Oh.

Michael: Hey. Think you ought to sit down?

Donna: I don't think I can.

Michael: You look pretty exhausted to me.

Donna: Michael, my baby --

Michael: Hey, hey. Honey, Vicky is going to live.

Donna: I haven't given her very much to hold on to.

Michael: Hey. Donna, you have been a wonderful mother.

Donna: Oh, no. No, I haven't.

Michael: Hey, hey, hey, come on. You don't want to talk like that.

Donna: She still calls me Donna.

Reginald: Stop looking at me like that.

Peter: Like what?

Reginald: Like I've just sold your pet beagle or something. You're not a child anymore.

Peter: You feel no guilt, do you?

Nicole: What are you two talking about?

Reginald: Nothing.

Peter: Thank you.

Nicole: Answer me, Peter. Is it about the accident?

Reginald: It seems your brother still blames me for giving Victoria away when she was born.

Peter: And you feel no guilt, do you?

Reginald: Oh, why should I? Donna was obviously an unfit mother.

Nicole: She raised Marley.

Reginald: If only I'd been able to save my family from being exposed to a self-righteous stable hand.

Michael: Hey, I have had about enough of you for today. Get out.

Reginald: You've always been too demanding. You drove Vicky until she couldn't take it anymore.

Michael: Why, you --

Nicole: Michael, not here.

Reginald: I'm not leaving until I see my granddaughter safely --

Donna: Stop it! Stop it, all of you! My baby's in there. She could be dying!

Michael: Hey, Donna, she's going to be ok. Everything is going to be all right, I promise you that.

Donna: Michael --

Dawn: How else am I going to get ahead?

Chad: Try studying!

Scott: Oh, what's she going to do for money, Chad?

Chad: I'll take care of it. I have so far, ok?

Dawn: Chad, you've taken care of me all my life. I'm just letting you off the hook.

Chad: And I suppose that you've encouraged her in this?

Scott: Her lawyer also happens to be her friend. Ok?

Chad: Well, what's your angle?

Dawn: Oh, Chad --

Scott: Chad, Dawn is going to have a great future anyways. You can see that just by hanging around her.

Chad: Well, yeah, and you probably just want to ensure your 10%.

Scott: Oh, come on, that was a joke!

Chad: Well, it sounded pretty serious to me.

Scott: Why are you acting like this?

Chad: Well, this is my sister --

Scott: Ok, that's fine --

Dawn: Hey, wait, you guys, can I ask for a time-out here for a second? Please?

Scott: I suppose you want the floor now, too.

Dawn: Yeah, yeah. Just for a few minutes. I want to talk with my brother here, ok?

Scott: Ok, I'll -- I'm going to talk to Ada and get us some burgers, all right?

Dawn: All right. You want to tell me why you're jumping all over Scott?

Chad: I only want the best for you.

Dawn: You only want what you think is best.

Chad: I can't help it if I want to protect you, Dawn.

Dawn: Well, I mean, it sounds like you've been around this road before.

Chad: Well, yeah, I -- I guess I have. With a girl I knew. She had a lot of dreams, too. We both did.

Dawn: And she started singing in nightclubs?

Chad: Among other things. And I had to watch her dreams die, night by night, till there was nothing left.

Dawn: I'm sorry.

Chad: I'm not going to let that happen to you.

Dawn: Well, neither am I.

Chad: Good. So no singing in nightclubs, ok?

Dawn: No, not ok! It's not a dream. I know that I can make it.

Chad: Dawn, my friend thought so, too.

Dawn: But I know it. And I've got you in my corner, right?

Chad: You know you do.

Dawn: Well, that's all I need.


[tires screech]

Michael: Hey, bro. Hey. Sorry. I didn't mean to startle you.

John: It's ok. Donna's father's still in there?

Michael: Yeah. Reginald is on the warpath. He wants somebody to blame.

John: Maybe we're all looking for somebody to blame.

Michael: Vicky owes you her life, John.

John: I'll settle for a smile.

Michael: Hmm. The fog's really rolling in, huh?

John: It sure is. Ain't a fit night for man nor beast.

Michael: Why'd she do it, John? And what could have been on her mind?

John: I wish I knew.

Michael: I mean, you heard what Peter said, right?

John: Yeah.

Michael: About her being upset about family, about her being upset because of you and me.

John: Come on, Mike. You and I have been at each other's throats for so long.

Michael: Yeah, but why did it bother her so much?

John: Because it made you unhappy. She'd do anything for you.

Michael: She wanted to patch things up.

John: I don't know.

Michael: Was that it, John? I mean, you think that's why she came out to the boat?

Rachel: There.

Amanda: You done?

Rachel: Yep. I'm still not happy with the first part, maybe the pictures will pull it all together.

Amanda: It's a little after 11:00.

Rachel: Huh?

Amanda: It's a little after 11:00.

Rachel: Yeah, I know. What are you doing home? Aren't you feeling well?

Amanda: I'm feeling fine.

Rachel: Tops burn down?

Amanda: I don't know. I left.

Rachel: I thought you'd stay and have some dinner.

Amanda: Didn't like the crowd. You want me to stay up and wait for the photographs?

Rachel: Uh-uh -- oh, so you can take them over to Sam Fowler's in person?

Amanda: Can you believe that ego of his? I mean, like I had nothing better to do than follow him around.

Rachel: I thought his girlfriend seemed nice.

Amanda: Yeah, if you like that type.

Rachel: He seems to.

Amanda: She was all over him like a cheap suit.

Rachel: I thought she was sort of sedate.

Amanda: Oh, come on! If Matthew brought something like that home, you would hit the ceiling.

Rachel: Matthew's only 14.

Amanda: Sam Fowler only acts like it.

Rachel: Ah, I see.

Amanda: I don't even want to talk about this. This would probably be even more interesting.

Rachel: Don't do me any favors.

Amanda: The artist's name is Eleanor Tarsis?

Rachel: Mm-hmm.

Amanda: Can I read it?

Rachel: Yeah, I -- I can't seem to find the lead sentence.

Amanda: It's right there.

Rachel: What? No, I can't do it.

Amanda: Yeah, it's right there.

Rachel: Where?

Amanda: The first line of your second paragraph.

Rachel: Well, what do you know.

Amanda: What?

Rachel: You are absolutely right.

Sam: So, what do you think of Bay City so far?

Joyce: Well, this is a beautiful place. It's great food.

Sam: But?

Joyce: But from what I heard about your loft, I think I'd really like to go there, too.

Sam: Well, what are we waiting for?

Man: Excuse me. The maitre d' sent me over. I have these photographs. I'm looking for a Rachel Cory.

Sam: I'm Sam Fowler. I work for Mrs. Cory. I'll sign for them.

Man: Ok.

Sam: All right. Thanks for coming out so late.

Man: Hmm. Thanks.

Joyce: I think he was a bit confused.

Sam: I think he was late. Rachel was here an hour ago.

Ah --

Joyce: What's wrong?

Sam: I should have had him go pick up the article for Mrs. Cory. I'm going to need it tonight.

Joyce: All night?

Sam: I'm sorry. I'm going to have to work tonight.

Joyce: Well, there's always tomorrow.

Sam: I just wish I'd had him pick up that copy from Rachel's.

Joyce: What?

Sam: Oh, I'm going to need tonight if I'm going to do that layout.

Joyce: Well, couldn't we pick it up on the way back to your place?

Sam: What a good idea. Rachel will probably want to see these photos, anyway.

Felicia: Sam, hi. What are you doing here?

Sam: Hi, Mitch. Hi, Felicia. This is Joyce Abernathy. We dated in Seattle.

Mitch: Hi. It's nice to meet you.

Joyce: Hi, Mr. --

Mitch: Blake. It's Mitch Blake. Sam and I are --

Sam: Look, I'd like to sit and chat, but I've got a lot of work to do tonight. Maybe we'll get together tomorrow, ok?

Joyce: Nice meeting you.

Felicia: Uh-huh. Well, charming conversation certainly runs in your family, doesn't it?

Mitch: Don't start with me.

Felicia: Oh, come on. What's wrong?

Mitch: Nothing's wrong, other than I have a brother that doesn't acknowledge who I am.

Felicia: Yeah, well, I sort of did get the feeling he was avoiding that.

Mitch: I mean, it's like he's been hiding it so long it's becoming natural to him. That was his girlfriend, you know.

Felicia: Yes, I know, and it is ridiculous. You're right.

Mitch: I mean, he and Matthew are my family. It's the only family that I've got.

Felicia: Well, it'll stop eventually. I --

Mitch: I mean, if Mac and Rachel can't handle the fact that he's my brother, then that's their problem.

John: You're going to drive yourself crazy with all these questions.

Michael: No, no. Maybe that's why she was coming out to the boat. Maybe she was trying to bring us together.

John: No, she heard that I was leaving. She came out to say goodbye, that's all.

Michael: If only I'd come home sooner, John.

John: Look, you're here now. That's what counts.

Michael: Yeah, but I can't do anything!

John: Yes, you can. You can reassure her and give her love. Look, Mike, when I found her out there on the road tonight all banged up like that, my mind flashed to guys that I used to patch up in Nam. I was out in the field. And always in their eyes there was a stare as if they were searching for something.

Michael: Huh. Like family, right?

John: Yeah, like family. Maybe. I don't know. It didn't matter whether it was me or some buddy that they just met a few days before. But if they caught your eye, it seemed like those guys always had a better chance.

Michael: I'm really glad that you were the one that found her, John.

John: Vicky had that look tonight. She had that look in her eye when she saw you. She's going to hold on, Mike. She'll hold on for you. I know she will.

Michael: When you were in the hospital, what about you?

John: Well, what about it?

Michael: Well, who did you hold on for?

John: Oh, I mean, come on, that was a long time ago.

Michael: Ok, don't back out on me now. Come on, talk to me.

John: I held out -- I held out for a vision, Mike, of who I thought I wanted to be.

Michael: Who was that?

John: You. I wanted to be you.

Michael: You wanted to be me?

John: I always thought I was missing something.

Michael: Oh, man. John, what you were, who you are -- you're a wonderful human being. And somebody -- somebody should have told you that.

John: Oh, Mike --

Michael: No. God, now I'm thinking, what if Vicky felt the same way? I mean, what if somebody should have told her, too?

John: What do you mean?

Michael: My daughter is in there, and she could die, John. And what if she does and I never tell her what a wonderful human being she is?

John: Come on, Mike. Mike, come on, knock it off! You didn't do anything wrong. If you want to blame somebody, blame me!

Michael: Why should I blame you?

John: If Vicky was coming to see me at the boat, it's because I can't get along with anyone.

Michael: No. No, no, man. It takes two to fight.

John: I keep pushing everybody, alienating even the people that I --

Michael: That you what?

John: Leave it alone, Mike.

Michael: Is this why you were leaving, John?

John: I should have gone a long time ago. If I had, Vicky wouldn't be in there right now.

Michael: Look, man, you will not use this as an excuse to run one more time. Please don't.

John: I won't.

Michael: Vicky is going to need you now, man. She's going to need all of us. God, I hate this waiting. I'll go inside.

John: Donna needs you. Mike? I'm sorry, man.

Michael: I know.

Donna: I'm so glad you're here, all right?

Nicole: She's going to be ok.

Donna: She has to be.

Nicole: She will.

Peter: Hi. Do you need any more coffee?

Nicole: Not now, Peter.

Peter: All right. Is there anything at all that I can do?

Donna: I -- I don't know. I don't know how long I need to be here.

Nicole: Well, Jamie said it would be a long night.

Bridget: Miss Donna, you've got to get some sleep, dear.

Donna: Bridget, I can't leave.

Nicole: Well, maybe we could find a bed for you here.

Bridget: I'll go home and get your night clothes for you. How would that be?

Peter: I'll drive you, Bridget.

Bridget: Oh, thank you, Mr. Peter. I'll stop in and see Miss Clara, shall I?

Donna: Yes, yes, but don't say anything to her yet, ok?

Bridget: I won't, dear. You know you can trust me.

Donna: I know. Thank you.

Peter: Let's go, Bridget.

Bridget: Yes.

Peter: We'll be right back.

Reginald: Oh, is there any information on Miss Love yet?

Orderly: You'll have to wait for the doctor, sir.

Reginald: But -- well, we'll see about that.

Donna: You know, I remember when Victoria came here. She was in the hospital to save Marley's life.

Nicole: A marrow transplant. Oh, that seems such a long time ago.

Donna: I know. They were in the recovery room lying side by side. For the first time in my life, I felt --

Nicole: Felt what?

Donna: I felt real. I don't know how else to say it. But there they were, they were lying there, and they were depending on me.

Nicole: Oh, Donna -- Donna, this isn't your fault.

Donna: You don't know, Nicole. You don't know!

Nicole: Well, I'm here now. Whatever it is, you can tell me.

Donna: I tried so hard to be a good mother. I tried to protect her.

Nicole: Protect her? From what? I can't help unless I know what's bothering you.

Donna: I just made so many mistakes, you don't even know!

Nicole: Well, at least give me a chance.

Chad: You take care, all right?

Scott: Ok.

Dawn: Hey, are you going to let me have the final decision?

Chad: Hey, hey, that's asking an awful lot of your big brother.

Dawn: Well, it's my life, and in the end, I'm going to have to do what feels right to me.

Chad: And I guess I'm supposed to butt out, right?

Dawn: Who said that? I mean, I'm still going to ask you for advice.

[Chad chuckles]

Dawn: It's whether I take it or not -- now, that's another question.

Chad: Ah, a wee bit stubborn, aren't we?

Dawn: I think it runs in the family. So do I get the audition at Tops?

Chad: Don't get to bed too late.

Scott: Ok, so -- ahem -- what's the verdict?

Dawn: I think the jury is still out on this one.

Scott: Your lawyer didn't help you out too much, did he?

Dawn: He believed in me, and that's a lot.

Nicole: Michael.

Donna: Oh, where have you been?

Michael: Oh, I've just been outside to cool off there. I just got a little angry.

John: Any word yet?

Nicole: It's still too soon.

Michael: So where'd everybody go, huh?

Donna: Oh, well, Peter took Bridget home to get us a change of clothes and to check on your mother.

Nicole: I don't know where Reginald is.

John: There he is, right on cue.

Reginald: The communication in this hospital is appalling.

Donna: Jamie said he would let us know what was happening as soon as he could.

Reginald: Well, that's not good enough. Thank heavens I found a surgeon who's been observing.

Nicole: What did he say?

Reginald: He said it's been touch-and-go all the way, but in his words, she's hanging in there.

Donna: Oh. Oh, thank heaven.

Reginald: I told you she was a Love.

Michael: Nurse, can I talk to Dr. Frame, please?

Nurse: He's still in the operating room.

Orderly: There's a call for anyone in the Hudson family.

John: I'll take it.

Orderly: It's on line three at the desk.

John: Thank you. Thank you. Hello.

Marley: Dad, it's Marley.

John: Marley, this is -- it's your uncle John.

Marley: Uncle John?

John: Right. We've never met.

Marley: Oh. Oh, well, I had an urgent message to call here.

John: It's -- it's Vicky. She's had an accident.

Marley: Oh, no. Is my dad there?

John: Yeah, yeah, right. Just a minute. Mike? It's Marley.

Michael: Marley. Marley, honey, hi. How are you?

Marley: Dad, is Vicky going to be all right?

Michael: Well, she's still in the operating room.

John: It's Marley.

Donna: Well, what did she say, John?

John: She said she wanted to speak to her father.

Nurse: Dr. Frame is coming from the O.R. now.

Michael: Honey, the nurse just came in and said that Dr. Frame is coming in from the operating room.

Marley: Jamie Frame?

Michael: Yeah. He's been assisting the surgeon.

Marley: Oh, well, does that mean the operation is over?

Michael: Ooh. I don't know, and I won't know until I talk to him.

Marley: Please tell Vicky I'm on my way.

Michael: I know that this is hard, but why don't you wait until we know something more, all right?

Marley: The first flight out I can probably get is tomorrow, anyway.

Michael: All right, look, I tell you what, I will call you as soon as I know anything, ok?

Marley: Ok, I love you, dad. And please tell Donna I love her, too.

Michael: I will, and we love you, too. Bye.

Marley: Ok, bye.

Michael: Honey, Marley sends her love.

Donna: Oh, God. Oh!

Jamie: The operation is over.

Nicole: So soon?

Michael: How is she?

Donna: Is my baby going to be all right?

Felicia: I know.

Cass: Hey.

Felicia: Hi.

Cass: Any word yet?

Felicia: No. Not you?

Cass: This all is very, very upsetting.

Mitch: If anything happens to Vicky, it's going to be --

Felicia: Donna will never get over it -- never.

Mitch: She tried to call you while you were out?

Felicia: Yeah, I know. Wallingford told me. I just wish I knew why. She hasn't said anything to Nicole, has she?

Cass: I don't think so, but then we've been so busy with that fashion show.

Felicia: Oh, right, the fashion show.

Cass: I told Nicole to forget about it, not to worry about it, that we'd think of something else.

Felicia: "Something else"?

Cass: Well, you know we're not going to give up.

Felicia: What, sabotaging Barbara's fashion show? No, I didn't think you would.

Cass: Sabotage? Did I say anything about sabotage?

Felicia: I assume that means that the chapel and the two dozen doves -- which you won't explain to me -- is out, right?

Cass: Unless Vicky's operation is successful and the prognosis is good.

Felicia: It will be good. It has to be good.

Cass: Well, then, there will still be a chance for Nicole --

Felicia: Chance for Nicole to do what, Cass?

Cass: Whoops.

Felicia: Yeah. What?

Cass: Loose lips sink ships.

Felicia: Ooh.

Boy, you know, I don't trust him.

Mitch: Did you ever?

Felicia: With my life? Oh, yes. But with something like this? No.

Mitch: Well, then, things are back to normal.

Felicia: What? Are you still thinking about Sam?

Mitch: Yes.

Felicia: Look, I didn't expect the lie to go on this long.

Mitch: Well, I didn't, either.

Felicia: You know, I'm the one who feels guilty. I brought Sam and Mac together.

Mitch: It's not your fault.

Felicia: Well, I just didn't think this secrecy thing would last so long. I thought it would stop, Mac would find out in a few weeks that Sam and you are brothers --

Mitch: Instead, the lies are starting to pile up, especially around the office.

Felicia: Well, you know, lying is not one of our strong suits.

Mitch: And what is this? I mean, I'm living in the same town with my brother and I can't even talk to him?

Felicia: I know, I know.

Mitch: I mean, look what happened tonight. What if there had been an accident? Nobody would have gone to get in touch with me.

Felicia: You're right. It is too important.

Mitch: Well, it's going to change. It's not going to go on like this.

Felicia: What are you going to do?

Mitch: I'm going to stop it.

Felicia: When? Tonight?

Mitch: Yes, tonight. I mean, this is as good a time as any. I'll see you later.

Felicia: Ok.

Jamie: We're transporting her to recovery right now. We'll have to monitor her very closely.

John: How is she?

Jamie: She's lost a lot of blood, but she'll make it.

Donna: Oh! Oh, Michael!

Michael: Jamie, when can I see her?

Jamie: It'll be a few hours before she recovers from anesthesia.

Donna: Jamie, I want to stay with her, please! Ok.

Nurse: Dr. Frame, it's an emergency. It's the Love girl.

Donna: What? What's happened? Michael, what is it?

Scott: Ok, how does this sound? "Dear Mr. Rollo, I understand you're seeking a talented new young singer to perform at the Tops nightclub."

Dawn: Wait, wait. As opposed to what, "untalented new young singer"?

Scott: Uh. That's true, hmm?

Dawn: Mm-hmm.

Scott: "New young singer" sounds better.

Dawn: Yeah.

Scott: Ok, "I represent Deborah Davenport. Deborah is a --"

Dawn: Wait. "Deborah Davenport"?

Scott: It's a girl I went to school with in Paraguay.

Dawn: Uh-huh. And they call girls Deborah Davenport in Paraguay?

Scott: Her father was an ambassador.

Dawn: Do you think that he would mind if she sang in a nightclub?

Scott: Would you mind if I get back to my letter?

Dawn: I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Scott: Ok. "Deborah is a gifted artist --" etc., Etc. I'll tell him about some of your experiences, some of the places you've played. I'll quote some of your reviews.

Dawn: Was I good?

Scott: You were the greatest! And then I'll say something like "we don't have a photograph right now, but she'll be happy to bring one with her" at the time of your audition. How's that?

Dawn: You know, you're really good at this.

Scott: Thanks.

[Scott sighs]

Dawn: Oh, you know what? You should mention maybe that we're new in Bay City and that we'll call for an appointment or something.

Scott: Hmm. That's a good idea.

Dawn: Ok. Do you think Chad -- do you think Chad will still go through with it when he sees that it's me?

Scott: I think we're going to have to keep our fingers crossed and just hope he acts professionally. Ok, how's that?

Dawn: "Sincerely, Robert Stein"?

Scott: He was one of my law professors.

Dawn: And he's not going to mind either?

Scott: He'll never have to know.

Dawn: Ok.

Scott: Yeah?

Dawn: Can I ask you a question?

Scott: Mm-hmm.

Dawn: What are you getting out of this?

Scott: Well, what do you mean?

Dawn: I mean that you haven't even heard me sing.

Scott: See, I figure if I get you a job singing, then you can afford movers for that piano.

Dawn: Is that it?

Scott: I believe in you, too.

Dawn: You know, I really think that you do. Yeah, we better go.

Scott: We better get you back home.

Dawn: Ok. Oh, wait, don't forget this.

Scott: Oh, right.

Dawn: Yeah.

Scott: Oh -- and there's one more thing.

Dawn: What?

Scott: I also happen to like you, a lot.

Dawn: Well, isn't it great the way things work out? I happen to like you a lot, too.

Rachel: You were absolutely right.

Amanda: It was just a little suggestion.

Rachel: Yes, I know, but it pulled the whole piece together.

Amanda: You had already written it.

Rachel: But it works, sweetie. Don't underestimate what you've done.

Amanda: Can I be your editor?

Rachel: Don't overestimate it, either.

Amanda: Well, it does make quite a difference, doesn't it?

Rachel: Yeah, I know. Maybe you're right. Maybe you really are learning something.

Amanda: Told you.

Rachel: You'd learn even more if you went to college.

Amanda: Mother --

Rachel: Sorry. I saw an opening and I just went for it.

Amanda: Thanks for backing off.

Rachel: Thanks for your help.

Amanda: This is one of those warm moments you always read about, isn't it?

Rachel: I certainly hope not.

Amanda: Maybe we could take up quilting together.

Rachel: Amanda!

[Amanda laughs]

[doorbell rings]

Rachel: Oh, good. Maybe that's the messenger and he's here with the photographs, and then we can get this off to Sam.

Amanda: Why don't you get an envelope for that. I'll get the door.

Rachel: Good idea.

Felicia: What are you doing with that cigarette?

Cass: Just got it out of this pack somebody left out here on the rail.

Felicia: What, and it found its way into your mouth?

Cass: It's a great prop, huh?

Felicia: You aren't actually going to light that, are you?

Cass: Oh, honey, you know I don't smoke.

Felicia: I know that. You know, for just a second there, it --

Cass: What? I'm just fooling around here, you know. Don't I look like one of those old matinee idols?

Felicia: Yeah, right, just like Paul Heinrich --

Cass: Now you're talking. Speaking of him, you get to be --

Felicia: You're nuts. You know that?

Cass: Mm-hmm.

Felicia: Mm-hmm.

Cass: Bette Davis.

Felicia: Oh, I'd love to, but really, I think I'd like to live till 92, all right?

Cass: Yeah. It's too bad they're so rotten for you.

[Cass coughs]

Felicia: You see?

Cass: Terrible taste in your mouth, too.

Felicia: Look, I only came out here just to tell you I was going to bed.

Cass: Well, have pleasant dreams.

Felicia: Mitch sort of took off and left me to my own resources.

Cass: So you thought you'd come out here and do a little delving into the fashion show?

Felicia: I'm not delving.

Cass: Hmm?

Felicia: Only came out to say good night, that's all.

Cass: So say it.

Felicia: You know what? You're not any fun anymore.

Cass: At least I'm still wildly unpredictable.

Felicia: That happens to be one of your least charming traits. Oh, all right. Go to bed. Good night.

Cass: Good night. Oh, listen, if I hear from the hospital, I'll let you know.

Felicia: I'll keep my fingers crossed and say some prayers, of course. Good night.

Cass: Good night.

Donna: What is taking so long?

Reginald: It's that prepubescent surgeon. What does he know?

Michael: Hey, cut it, Reg. He's doing the best he can.

Donna: Michael, that nurse -- she looked so frightened!

Peter: She will be all right, Bridget. She has to be.

Donna: Michael.

Michael: Jamie?

Donna: What --

Michael: Look, how is she?

Jamie: I'm afraid I've got some -- some bad news.

Donna: No! No!

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