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Another World Transcript Wednesday 9/17/03

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Scott: Cheryl.

Cheryl: Hi, Scott. Can I get you something?

Scott: No. I was waiting to talk to you.

Cheryl: How's Vicky? Any word on her?

Scott: Yeah. I just called the hospital. She's still in a coma.

Cheryl: I'm sorry.

Scott: Listen, if you have a minute, there's something I got --

Cheryl: Scott, I don't. I've got a table waiting.

Scott: It's important. It concerns somebody else.

Cheryl: Well then, that's none of my business, Scott.

Scott: Cheryl, look, I got to talk to you about it before somebody else --

Cass: Hey, Cheryl! Just the girl I was looking for. Hey, Scott.

Cheryl: I didn't expect to see you here today.

Cass: Why not?

Cheryl: You're helping Felicia with the fashion show, aren't you? Isn't that tonight?

Cass: Which is exactly why I'm here.

Cheryl: I don't understand.

Cass: Baby -- [as Marlon Brando] I'm gonna make you an offer you can't refuse.

Rachel: Smoked salmon, Mr. Glassman.

Jerry: Oh, please, call me Jerry.

Rachel: Jerry. How about you, Mr. Evans?

Chuck: It's Chuck. I never expected to be treated like this just for buying a full-page spread in "Brava."

Mac: "Brava" wouldn't exist without its advertisers. Hello there, Jerry.

Jerry: Mac.

Mac: So good to see you. Chuck.

Chuck: Mac.

Mac: I'm sorry I'm late. I'm just back from a conference in San Francisco.

Chuck: Well, Mrs. Cory's been taking very good care of us.

Mac: Good.

Jerry: Have you seen the "Tribune" yet?

Mac: No, I haven't, but I was just looking over an advance copy of the latest issue of "Brava." You'll both be very pleased with this.

Rachel: Well, the staff has been working very hard while you've been away.

Mac: Hmm.

Jerry: Well, some of the staff has been working a little too hard.

Mac: I don't believe this!

Rachel: What is it?

Mac: Excuse me.

[Phone rings]

Amanda: I'll get it.

Sam: No, that's ok. I can get it. Layout. Fowler speaking.

Mac: Fowler, this is Mac Cory.

Sam: Mr. Cory, you're back.

Mac: Yes, I'm back, and I want you to get over to my house on the double.

Lisa: Michael, would you like me to get you some coffee or something to eat?

Michael: No, no, really, but thank you.

Lisa: You look pretty tired.

Michael: I'm ok, Lisa.

Lisa: Why don't you let me take you and Donna home. You could get a few hours' sleep in your own bed.

Michael: No, I really can't.

Nicole: No, I can stay here, Michael.

Michael: Thank you very much, but I want to be here in case Vicky regains consciousness.

Lisa: Hi.

Jamie: Hi.

Lisa: How is she?

Jamie: The same.

Lisa: You have not been home since she was admitted.

Jamie: I know.

Lisa: Well, why don't you let me get you out of here?

Jamie: I have to talk to Michael and Donna first.

Lisa: About Vicky?

Jamie: No, about me. You may be able to take me out of here permanently.

Lisa: Jamie, what do you mean?

Michael: Jamie, how is she?

Jamie: Nothing has changed, Michael. I'm sorry.

Donna: For a minute, I thought maybe something had happened.

Jamie: No, no. Vicky's condition is the same.

Michael: Well, then, what's wrong?

Donna: I can tell something is.

Nicole: So can I.

Jamie: There is something we have to talk about.

Michael: About Vicky?

Jamie: It concerns her case, yes.

Donna: What? You have a new idea of treatment or --

Jamie: Well, not exactly.

Michael: Well, I thought you said this has to do with Vicky's case.

Jamie: It does, but it also has to do with me.

Sam: Who does he think he is?

Amanda: Who?

Sam: Cory.

Amanda: He's back?

Sam: Yes, he's back, and I'm being summoned to the house.

Amanda: Why?

Sam: Who knows? I obviously broke one of his 10,000 rules of office protocol.

Amanda: Did he give you any idea?

Sam: He doesn't have to. He's the boss. Get ahold of that guy who's doing the Gorbachev piece. Tell him he's got to cut six inches.

Amanda: Yeah, but --

Sam: Also find out what you can about those repros.

Amanda: When are you going to be back?

Sam: Maybe never.

Julie Ann: Hi, Sam. Hi. I just wanted to know if you want to go on a break. What's wrong?

Amanda: Everything.

[Phone rings]

Rachel: I'll get it.

Mac: Oh, thank you.

Rachel: Hello.

Amanda: Mom?

Rachel: Oh, you must not be at work.

Amanda: No, I am.

Rachel: You called me mom.

Amanda: Look, Sam just went tearing out of here.

Rachel: I bet he did.

Amanda: Well, why is dad so mad at him?

Rachel: I can't talk now, Amanda.

Amanda: Was it the layout of the page with your column on it?

Rachel: No.

Amanda: Well, what is it, then?

Rachel: You stay out of it. Now, I've got to hang up now.

Amanda: No. I want to know what he did.

Rachel: Judging from your father's face, treason is a good bet.

Scott: Cass, I just --

Cass: Oh, wait a minute, Scott. I have to talk to Cheryl.

Scott: No. That's what I was trying to do before you came in.

Cheryl: He was.

Cass: Well, it's only the opportunity of a lifetime, but I suppose it could wait.

Cheryl: Well, I'm sure that we won't be that long. We'll talk in the kitchen. Come on.

Cass: Before you go, do you have Julie Ann's phone number?

Cheryl: What do you have, an opportunity for her, too?

Cass: That she can't refuse.

Cheryl: I'll see if I can find it.

Cass: Thanks. Ooh, easy on the shoulder pads, hey.

Cheryl: All right. Hey, Ada.

Ada: Hi. Well.

Cass: Ada, my sweet.

Ada: Cass Winthrop, I presume.

Cass: Aren't you looking lovely this evening.

Ada: What do you want?

Cass: Oh, not a thing, Ada, not a thing. I'm just trying to pick up some girls.

Ada: In here? Are you kidding? It's after 5:00. You want a glass of that Riesling that you like?

Cass: Oh, gee -- swell. Yeah.

Ada: Vince thought I was nuts, you know, when I told him I was going to stock this.

Cass: I bet. Well, you know Vince. He doesn't drink anything that doesn't come in a six-pack or have a screw cap.

[Ada laughs]

Ada: There you go.

Cass: Ah. Nice color.

Ada: What do you think?

Cass: Oh, nice and sweet.

Ada: Huh?

Cass: Oh, yeah.

Ada: Ok. I remembered that you liked it. I ordered a whole case.

Cass: Ah. Listen, do you know Julie Ann Edwards?

Ada: Yeah. She's Mac's secretary.

Cass: You wouldn't happen to have her phone number, would you? Cheryl was going to give it to me, but she's tied up at the moment.

Ada: Oh, are these the girls you're looking for?

Cass: Speaking of which --

Ada: Oh, no, you don't.

Cass: No, no, no. Nicole is having this little fashion show at Tops, you see.

Ada: I didn't hear anything about it.

Cass: Well, it's kind of impromptu.

Ada: "Impromptu."

Cheryl: Ada, you strike me like the type of person that roots for the underdog.

Ada: I'm not modeling.

Cass: What if you didn't have to? What if I was just asking you to help me make someone's dreams come true?

Ada: You're coming off the spool. You know that?

Cass: I'm going to be honest with you, Ada.

Ada: What a relief.

Cass: Listen, I'm pulling this scam, and I need your help.

Ada: Why didn't you say so? What do you want me to do?

Cass: That's my Ada.

Scott: I wish you would look at me.

Cheryl: I'm busy, Scott. I told you that if you want to talk to me, you're going to have to do it while I'm working.

Scott: I don't want to hurt you. You know that.

Cheryl: You haven't hurt me, Scott.

Scott: I'm seeing somebody else.

Cheryl: I figured that.

Scott: And I just thought I should tell you so that you wouldn't think I was trying to --

Cheryl: Look, Scott, I don't have any claims on you, all right? You do whatever you want.

Scott: I want to tell you about her.

Cheryl: Why?

Scott: Are you crying?

Cheryl: Scott, I am chopping an onion, all right? All right, go ahead. Tell me about her.

Jamie: I know how bad it is for all of you to see Vicky in this state. And it's hard for me, too.

Donna: I know you care about her.

Jamie: The frustrating thing about a coma is there's so little we can do medically. We keep her hydrated, we keep her comfortable, and we wait.

Michael: And pray.

Jamie: Yes, that, too. Sometimes, when all the medical possibilities have been exhausted, it's time to turn to other areas for a cure.

Michael: What other areas?

Jamie: It can be as simple as positive thinking.

Donna: Well, I talk to her when I sit beside her bed.

Michael: Yeah, she talked to her. She read to her all night long.

Donna: And, Jamie, honey, I know that she can hear me from somewhere.

Jamie: Then I think you can understand what I'm talking about.

Nicole: You said this had to do with you.

Jamie: I just came out of a staff meeting.

Michael: And?

Jamie: Well, what you're talking about, what you've naturally done anyway, it's called sense stimuli. You don't just leave her alone with her monitoring systems. You reach out and you give her an opportunity to grab hold of something.

Michael: And you really think that this can be of help to her?

Jamie: I don't know, but I don't think it can hurt.

Donna: Well, I don't either.

Jamie: Well, I brought up sense stimuli in the staff meeting as an additional method of treatment in Vicky's case.

Michael: What happened?

Jamie: The chief of staff went off on me. He got pretty bent out of shape.

Donna: Why?

Jamie: Well, he thinks I'm too close to the case. He thinks I'm not dealing with the medical realities.

Michael: Did you remind him that my daughter is a human being and not some medical reality?

Jamie: Yes, I did. And he reminded me how young and inexperienced I am.

Donna: Oh.

Michael: So why are you telling us this?

Jamie: I think there may be an attempt to take me off of Vicky's case.

Donna: Jamie, no!

Michael: Jamie, are you stopping or turning down another treatment to do this?

Jamie: No, of course not.

Michael: And you're still working with specialists?

Jamie: Every one I can find.

Michael: And we have some say-so in whether or not you stay on this case?

Jamie: You have all the say-so. The chief can only make a recommendation, and that's why I'm telling you this. I work for you, and so does everybody else in this hospital.

Michael: Well, Jamie, you are not only a good doctor, but you're a good friend.

Jamie: I'm glad you think so.

Michael: And I want Vicky to know that she's working with a good friend.

Donna: Yes. Me, too.

Jamie: Thank you.

Michael: So you tell this chief of staff that you're in charge of this case, and if he's got a problem with that, you tell him to come and talk to me.

Cheryl: So, who is she? Someone you go to law school with?

Scott: I don't want to talk about her right now.

Cheryl: I thought that's why you came here.

Scott: I came here to talk about you.

Cheryl: Why?

Scott: Just because things didn't work out with us doesn't change the fact that I have a lot of feelings for you.

Cheryl: Feelings?

Scott: I'm always going to care for you, and there's nobody and there's nothing that's ever going to stop that.

Cheryl: Scott, you don't have to do this.

Scott: I want to.

Cheryl: You don't have to worry about letting me down gently, all right? You just do whatever you want. I mean it.

Scott: Cheryl, I loved you. And in some ways, I'm never going to stop loving you.

Cheryl: I loved you, too, Scott.

Scott: I'm not going to stop being your friend, no matter what happens.

Cheryl: I have to go.

Scott: I'm not finished yet.

Cheryl: Scott, I have a table out there waiting for me. I really -- I really have to go. Please.

Scott: Ok.

Chuck: Keep up the good work, Mac.

Mac: Thanks so much, Chuck.

Jerry: And tell that young fellow to keep his opinions to himself.

Mac: I intend to, Jerry.

Chuck: Thank you for your hospitality, Mrs. Cory.

Rachel: Rachel, please. You're very welcome.

Mac: It's always such a pleasure to see you two gentlemen, and I appreciate your loyalty to "Brava."

Jerry: Good night, now.

Mac: Good night.

Rachel: Good night.

Mac: I should fire Sam Fowler on the spot.

Rachel: What did he do, Mac?

Mac: Didn't you read the article?

Rachel: No. I was busy hostessing while you were stomping around and muttering.

Mac: The upper left-hand side.

Rachel: The article about changing magazine formats?

Mac: Second paragraph.

Rachel: "The only magazine that has not changed its format is 'Brava," published by Cory Publishing. The assistant layout editor, Sam Fowler --"

Mac: "Citing the successful sales record of the magazine, says, 'no magazine should rest on its laurels. If it doesn't stand out on the newsstand, then,'" says Mr. Fowler, "'it's in trouble. In my opinion, "Brava" is in trouble.'"

Rachel: In my opinion, Sam Fowler is in trouble.

Mac: I don't know why I hired that young man in the first place.

Rachel: You're really not going to fire him, are you?

Mac: I don't like to be called antediluvian.

Rachel: Well, maybe that was a quote out of context.

Mac: He shouldn't have been quoted at all.

Rachel: Mac, you've talked yourself about changing the format.

Mac: But I'm not going to be bullied into it by Sam Fowler!

Rachel: Yeah, well, I think you ought to calm down before he gets here.

Mac: I don't want to calm down.

Rachel: Mac, he has talent.

Mac: Other people have talent, too -- people who don't shoot their mouths off at every opportunity.

Rachel: Yes, but you've seen his work. He's gifted.

Mac: Yes, he's gifted, and it's too bad that loyalty isn't one of his gifts.

Julie Ann: Sure, Cass. I can be at Tops tonight.

Amanda: Hang up. I want to talk to you.

Julie Ann: Be quiet. No, Cass, not you. Ok, I'll be there.

Amanda: It's about time.

Julie Ann: I wonder why he didn't want you.

Amanda: Who?

Julie Ann: Cass Winthrop. He's asking people out to model at the fashion show tonight.

Amanda: Oh, that's great. That's just what I need -- to model in front of a bunch of people as Amanda Cory.

Julie Ann: I wonder why he is getting models. I mean, this is supposed to be some big fashion designer, Barbara something.

Amanda: Van Arkdale.

Julie Ann: Yeah, she must have her own models.

Amanda: Who cares!

Julie Ann: Oh, sorry.

Amanda: Look, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to snap at you. It's just there's something going on between Sam and my father.

Julie Ann: I saw him when he left. He was pretty upset.

Amanda: Yeah, he is.

Julie Ann: Is your father back from San Francisco?

Amanda: Yeah.

Julie Ann: Did your mother say anything?

Amanda: Not a word.

Julie Ann: Well, then, I guess you just have to wait.

Amanda: Not if you call my house.

Julie Ann: Amanda --

Amanda: I have it all figured out.

Julie Ann: I bet you do.

Amanda: All you have to do is call up and say that you have a message for Sam Fowler.

Julie Ann: What message?

Amanda: It doesn't matter. You don't want to talk to Sam.

Julie Ann: I know.

Amanda: No. You want my father to go, "well, I have a message for Sam Fowler, too. You tell him that he is never to --" then he'll tell you whatever it was that Sam did.

Julie Ann: Are you sure?

Amanda: He's my father. I think I know him.

Julie Ann: Oh, well, I got to see this.

Amanda: Is it ringing? Why aren't they answering?

Julie Ann: Be quiet!

Mac: I beg your pardon?

Julie Ann: Oh, Mr. Cory. I didn't mean you.

Mac: Oh, Julie Ann?

Julie Ann: Hi. Welcome back.

Amanda: Tell him.

Mac: Did you want to speak to me?

Julie Ann: Actually, I heard that Mr. Fowler was going to be there.

Mac: Well, he's expected.

Julie Ann: And I wanted to know if I could leave a message for him.

Mac: Well, if he doesn't show up here, you can give him a message for me. You tell Sam Fowler --

[doorbell rings]

Mac: I got to hang up now, Julie Ann. That's probably him.

Amanda: Well?

Julie Ann: He did exactly what you said.

Amanda: I told you.

Julie Ann: Except he didn't finish. The doorbell rang.

Amanda: He didn't tell you?

Julie Ann: No, but I could tell by the tone of his voice that whatever Sam did is bad. Where are you going?

Amanda: My parents' house.

Julie Ann: You can't!

Amanda: I certainly can.

Julie Ann: Sam might already be there.

Amanda: Oh!

Julie Ann: Amanda Cory lives at that house. Mandy Ashton has to stay right here.

Sam: Ok, I made the statement.

Mac: But why?

Sam: Because I was talking to someone from the "Tribune."

Mac: I mean, why did you say these things?

Sam: Because I happen to think they're the truth.

Mac: So, because you happen to hold these opinions --

Sam: It's not that unflattering, sir.

Mac: Do you really have to go blurt them out to the press?

Sam: I didn't think they would print it.

Mac: Oh, you just thought they wanted to hear your opinion.

Sam: I guess I blew it again.

Mac: Were you really concerned about "Brava"? I mean, did you think this kind of publicity is going to do us some good?

Sam: I don't know.

Mac: Or were you actually grandstanding? Were you thinking about making a reputation of some kind for yourself?

Sam: It's frustrating when you have good ideas and I can't put them into practice.

Mac: I always have tried to make sure my office door is open for you. You should have come to me with your ideas, not gone to the press.

Sam: I didn't go to the press.

Mac: Well, there it is in black and white.

Sam: I was in the bar at Tops. It was late. I'd had a few. I was getting into this conversation with this guy. It turns out he's a reporter from the "Trib."

Mac: Well, did you at least ask him to keep it off the record?

Sam: I don't remember. I thought we were just talking.

Mac: So, you have put me in a very embarrassing position.

Sam: I'm sorry.

Mac: I mean, I was going to fire you the minute you walked in that door.

Sam: Are you still going to do it? Because I still believe "Brava" needs a new cover.

Mac: That cover has served us very well. It is a classic.

Sam: Maybe that's the problem. I'm just not a classicist.

Mac: You can say that again.

Rachel: Hello, Sam. Have you two had your talk?

Sam: Mrs. Cory, this just isn't working out.

Rachel: What isn't?

Sam: I think we'd better come clean about the whole thing.

Cheryl: Scott -- thanks.

Scott: What for?

Cheryl: Telling me.

Scott: Sure.

Cheryl: It was kind of hard to hear.

Scott: Look, there's something else that I have to tell you.

Cheryl: I didn't let you go because of you. It was because of me. I'm kind of surprised some smart girl didn't snap you up a long time ago.

Scott: Cheryl --

Cheryl: I -- I really -- I have to talk to Cass. So, Cass, tell me about this opportunity of a lifetime.

Cass: Ok. So, it's a great modeling job, ok?

Cheryl: Wait a second. You're offering me a modeling job?

Cass: Right.

Cheryl: Runway or print?

Cass: Runway, yeah. Sort of.

Cheryl: "Sort of"?

Cass: Well, it's at Tops, so you'll feel at home.

Cheryl: When is it?

Cass: Tonight.

Cheryl: Tonight? Oh, what will I be wearing?

Cass: Oh, I don't know yet.

Cheryl: All right, Cass. What is this?

Cass: All I can tell you is that Julie Ann Edwards has agreed to help.

Cheryl: Julie Ann?

Cass: Yeah. And Ada has agreed to help.

Cheryl: Well, if Ada is helping, then it must be respectable.

Ada: I resent that.

Cass: You see, this woman, Barbara van Arkdale, thinks she's having a fashion show at Tops.

Cheryl: I --

Cass: However, there is a movement afoot to see that that doesn't happen, kind of.

Cheryl: I still don't know what you're talking about.

Ada: Well, you've seen those movies, haven't you, you know, with a sting?

Cheryl: Yeah.

Ada: Well, you're going to get to be a part of the action.

Cheryl: Yeah, but why are you involved with this?

Cass: Well, a lot of reasons, but for one thing, Kathleen and I had dinner with this woman in Paris.

Cheryl: What, did she leave without paying the check or something?

Cass: With a grin on her face, Barbara told Kathleen that she was bourgeois and provincial.

Cheryl: Well, count me in.

[Cass claps]

Cass: Atta girl! Be there in an hour, both of you!

Cheryl: Ok.

Ada: Hey, you didn't touch your wine!

Cass: Bye!

Ada: Well, I'll save it for him.

Cheryl: Well, I guess I'd better get started if I have to leave here in an hour.

Ada: I saw you talking to Scott.

Cheryl: Yeah.

Ada: Are you ok?

Cheryl: He told me he's seeing another girl.

Ada: It isn't easy for you, is it?

Cheryl: It should be, but it isn't.

Ada: Did he tell you who it was?

Cheryl: It doesn't matter, Ada. The whole point is that he's gone.

Donna: Oh.

Nicole: How does she look?

Donna: Oh, so pale.

Michael: And small. Like a little girl.

Nicole: Did you talk to her?

Donna: We tried.

Nicole: Do you know what I think?

Michael: No.

Nicole: Vicky waited so long to be with the two of you. She loves you so much. She knows you're with her now. She's not going to let go. She'll come back.

Donna: Oh, I hope so.

Nicole: She'll come back.

Donna: I hope so.

Nicole: She will. I wish there was something more I could do.

Michael: Well, there is.

Donna: Yes. Now, look, Michael and I have been talking, and I know that you have something planned for tonight, I mean, so that Barbara van Arkdale won't get credit for your designs.

Nicole: Donna, they're not important. They're just designs.

Donna: Nicole, this is your future. We want you to go ahead with those plans.

Nicole: No. Cass can handle them.

Michael: Hey, Vicky would want you to do this. Now, Vicky would not want you to let go of your dreams.

Nicole: Oh, but if something happens to her --

Donna: We'll find you and we'll let you know. Would you please just get out of here?

Nicole: Ok.

Donna: Oh, I love you.

Nicole: I love you. I'll be back as soon as everything's over, ok?

Donna: Ok.

Nicole: You two take care of each other.

Donna: Oh, we will. We'll do that, won't we?

Nicole: Thanks.

Adam: Mike, I came over as soon as I got your message.

Michael: Why?

Adam: Listen, how's Vicky?

Michael: She's still in a coma.

Adam: I'm sorry.

Donna: Adam, are you here about Vicky's accident?

Michael: No. He's here because of what happened to you.

Donna: Me?

Adam: Look, Donna, I know it's hard to talk about it at a time like this.

Donna: Adam, Adam, I just want to forget about it.

Michael: Donna, you were attacked.

Adam: Look, let's just start at the beginning, shall we? Now, can you give me a description of the guy?

Donna: What?

Adam: The man who attacked you on the dock. What did he look like, Donna?

Michael: Honey?

Donna: Michael, do we really have to talk about this right now?

Michael: Donna, come on. We should have talked to Adam last night.

Donna: But -- but I'm fine.

Michael: Donna --

Donna: I mean, he didn't hurt me.

Michael: He attacked you. Whoever it was, I want him put behind bars.

Adam: Look, can you tell me anything?

Michael: It -- it -- it was dark, ad-- I mean, so foggy.

Adam: How tall was he? Was he black? Was he white?

Donna: I don't -- I don't know.

Adam: Did he come at you from behind?

Donna: Adam, I don't remember!

Michael: Hey. Honey, you got to remember something. I mean -- what -- what's wrong?

Donna: I -- I really don't feel very well. I feel like I'm going to faint.

Michael: She hasn't had anything to eat and hasn't gotten much sleep.

Adam: It's all right, Michael. Listen, I can work on this from another angle. There may have been some witnesses.

Michael: I was thinking that -- oh, Mrs. Parker!

Mrs. Parker: Yes.

Michael: Please, we have a -- a room down the hall there. Would you help my wife, please?

Mrs. Parker: Why don't I just walk you down to your room.

Donna: Adam, I'm sorry.

Michael: Vicky's accident has been hard on all of us.

Adam: I can imagine. Listen, Michael, did Donna think that that guy was trying to rob her?

Michael: No.

Adam: Attempted rape?

Michael: Tried to tear her clothes off her.

Adam: I'm sorry. Listen, I'll do everything I can. Is Jamie taking good care of Vicky?

Michael: Jamie. Yeah, the best.

Adam: You know, I was just thinking. You and I got here to Bay City just about the same time.

Michael: We did, didn't we?

Adam: Yeah.

Michael: An awful lot has happened since then.

Adam: Yeah. Good things, some bad things, too.

Michael: Yeah.

Adam: Are you ever sorry you came?

Michael: Not for a minute.

Adam: Yeah. I guess I know what you mean.

Cass: Hey, gentlemen.

Zack: Hey, Cass.

Scott: Hey, Cass.

Cass: Any word from Nicole?

Scott: Yeah. Wally said she called and she's on her way over right now.

Cass: Good. How's Vicky?

Tony: The same. I just talked to the hospital.

Zack: Yeah, she'll pull through.

Tony: Yeah, I hope so.

Scott: Oh, by the way, Zack, Wally said that the chicken lady called.

Tony: The chicken lady?

Zack: Her name is Colette Dubois. She's a client of mine.

Cass: I'm afraid to ask. Why does Wallingford call her the chicken lady?

Zack: He's familiar with the case.

Cass: What case?

Zack: I'm representing her in a custody suit. It involves a chicken.

Cass: I knew I shouldn't have asked. A chicken, huh?

Zack: Hey, well, listen. She really loves that bird.

Peggy: Hey, Zack.

Zack: Oh, hey. How you doing?

Peggy: Hi, guys.

Cass: How are you, Peggy?

Peggy: You know, when I left the courthouse, the docket clerks were taking up a collection for you.

Zack: Why?

Peggy: They want to buy you a chicken coop.

[All laugh]

Zack: Ha-ha-ha. Hey, well, listen, when you see Ms. Dubois, this will all become very clear to you. Trust me.

Cass: Oh, I think it's great, Zack. No, really. Excuse me.

Peggy: Mm-hmm.

Cass: How you doing?

Nicole: I don't think I should be here, but Donna insisted.

Cass: Come here. Everything is all worked out. All you have to do is show up.

Nicole: When I look at Vicky laying there with all those tubes in there, I think, oh, who cares, you know? I mean, who cares about all my stupid sketches or who stole them? I mean, just let Barbara and my father have it all. When I think of what he's done to Donna and Michael, it just makes me sick.

Cass: Well, don't you think it might be a good thing for Donna and Michael to see that at least somebody in their family had a little victory over Reginald? I mean, especially now?

Nicole: I can't believe it.

Cass: What?

Nicole: You never say the right thing.

Cass: So you'll do it?

Nicole: Yeah, I'll do it. I just wish I knew what it was.

Cass: I told you. I'm working on --

Nicole: It, yes.

Cass: It. Right, right, yeah.

Sam: You don't know everything about me, sir.

Mac: Like what?

Rachel: References -- that you asked me to check.

Mac: Then I take it you've had this kind of problem before?

Sam: Right. I told Mrs. Cory about it.

Mac: Do you like working at "Brava"?

Sam: Very much, sir.

Mac: And I am very satisfied with your work.

Sam: You haven't had any more problems with the "what's happening?" Section, have you?

Mac: That's not the point. I've got to make a decision whether or not you're going to remain with us or not.

Sam: And in the meantime?

Mac: I don't want to see your name in print, except on the masthead of "Brava."

Sam: Right. Fine. But while you're thinking, there's something you should probably remember.

Mac: What's that?

Sam: I understand exactly what you mean about loyalty.

Mac: Do you?

Sam: But I happen to believe that loyalty does not mean complete agreement.

Mac: Do you think I do?

Sam: I stand behind everything I said in this article. I think the cover for "Brava" is ineffective.

Rachel: Mac, I think we should go up and get ready. We have to be at Tops in an hour.

Mac: Fine. I trust you can show yourself out.

Sam: I'll show myself out. I'll show you two. Hiding from blemishes?

Lisa: Jamie? Paging Dr. Frame.

Jamie: Sorry.

Lisa: Thinking about Vicky?

Jamie: Yeah.

Lisa: Well, why don't you think and eat? I think it's really wonderful that Donna and Michael have so much faith in you.

Jamie: I hope it's justified.

Lisa: You sounded confident when you talked to them.

Jamie: That I'm doing the right thing, yeah. Not that she'll recover.

Lisa: What causes a coma anyway?

Jamie: Lots of things. Chemicals, diseases, injuries.

Lisa: And Vicky's was caused by her injury?

Jamie: Yeah. It's a state of profound unconsciousness. And every minute she stays in that state, the less hopeful her case becomes.

Lisa: But not hopeless.

Jamie: Well, she is responding to treatment, that's true, but she's still not coming around.

Lisa: That's why you wanted to try the -- the --

Jamie: The sense stimuli -- yes, yes.

Lisa: Yeah.

Jamie: I mean, maybe there's a spark there somewhere. Maybe there's a level where she can still respond to stimuli.

Lisa: If she wants to?

Jamie: Exactly. That's why they think I'm crazy, because I've been saying that Vicky has got to do part of the work, too.

Lisa: Well, Vicky does not strike me as a passive person.

Jamie: Messed up, yes. Passive, no.

Lisa: Jamie, that spark you talked about -- I think she has it.

Jamie: Yeah. I just wish I knew how to find it.

Cass: Ok, I told you it was a modeling job, right?

Cheryl: Yes, Cass, that's all you've told us.

Nicole: Or anyone.

Julie Ann: Is that where we're going to model?

Cass: That's where Barbara van Arkdale's fashion show is going to take place.

Cheryl: Yeah, but, Cass, what about us?

Julie Ann: Yeah.

Cass: I want you ladies to go to Nicole's suite, get into makeup, and wait for me to call you.

Ada: Then what?

Cass: Oh, I have a special assignment for you, Ada.

Ada: Oh, yeah? What do you want me to do?

Cass: I want you to be a dresser.

Ada: You mean like with drawers?

Cass: No. No. Like a wardrobe lady to help the models change.

Nicole: Yeah, he wanted to do your job himself.

Cass: Hey.

Ada: Oh, no problem. I've been doing that ever since I changed Rachel's first diaper. Is that all?

Cass: No. When I knock on a certain dressing room door, I want you to be there to let me in.

Ada: Gotcha.

Cass: Any questions?

Ada: Yeah. What about Felicia? Is she in on this?

Cass: We're limiting her involvement.

Ada: She isn't easy to put anything over on, you know.

Cass: Shh. She's going to love it.

Scott: Zack, are you sure that this Ms. Dubois is on the level here?

Zack: As sure as I need to be.

Peggy: It doesn't bother you that she has a deep attachment to a chicken?

Adam: I mean, unless Zack knows something that we don't, right?

Zack: I'll say. Excuse me.

Adam: Wait a minute. Is that her?

Scott: I don't care if she's got a pet gorilla. Take the case, Zack.

Peggy: That's disgusting.

Colette: Zack, I need you so much.

Zack: I'm right here, baby. Just tell me what it is you want me to do. Look, come on. What is it?

Rachel: I called the hospital. There's absolutely no change.

Mac: Oh, poor Michael.

Amanda: Dad.

Mac: Hey, sweetheart!

Amanda: Hi. Welcome home.

Mac: Mmm. Thank you.

Amanda: Oh, you guys look great. Where are you going?

Mac: Oh, Felicia wants us to come over to Tops to see some fashion show.

Rachel: I wish you would go with us. There's going to be fabulous clothes there.

Amanda: So, dad, how was your day?

Mac: Oh, routine. Routine flight from San Francisco, routine meeting with advertisers. Routine.

Amanda: That's all?

Mac: I suppose she means the business with Sam Fowler?

Rachel: I suppose so.

Amanda: He said that he's afraid he might get fired.

Mac: You talked to him.

Amanda: At the office.

Mac: I thought we had agreed that you would be back in my office by time I returned.

Amanda: You agreed to that. I didn't.

Mac: What is this thing with Sam Fowler that the women in this house always defend him?

Rachel: Don't lump us together.

Amanda: Maybe Sam shouldn't have said what he did in the newspaper.

Mac: Exactly.

Amanda: But I have to agree with him.

Mac: Are you so much under his spell that you're adopting all of his opinions?

Amanda: No. I've done my own research.

Mac: Oh? What research?

Amanda: I went down to the corner magazine stand, and I was looking through magazines like anybody would waiting for a bus.

Mac: Well, and what was the result of your survey?

Amanda: Well, I was looking for magazines that would catch my eye, based on the cover. And I found 10. Here's a list.

Mac: "Brava" isn't even on the list.

Amanda: It's because "Brava's" cover just isn't interesting anymore.

Mac: I see.

Amanda: "Brava" is a good magazine, dad. More people should be reading it.

Mac: And you think if we updated the cover they would?

Amanda: Yes, I do. That's one reason why I like working in Sam's office. I think the layout of the cover's the only thing that we need to improve.

Mac: You're really that dedicated to "Brava"?

Amanda: Yes, I am. And I'm the only one of your children that is.

Mac: So, you think that I should give Sam Fowler another chance.

Amanda: Well, I know you've already decided to do that.

Mac: Why?

Amanda: Because you're the smartest man I know. Good night! Have a good time at the fashion show.

Rachel: Ok, sweetie. What are you staring at me for? She's exactly like you.

Mac: In a pig's eye.

Rachel: She's not all like me.

Mac: Everyone says she is.

Rachel: Well, everybody's wrong. I have much subtler ways of getting around you.

Mac: Hey, this isn't fair.

Rachel: What is?

[Rachel laughs]

Mac: It's a lot better than fair. It's fantastic.

Jamie: I always knew I wanted to be a doctor. I just never knew until now what kind of doctor I wanted to be.

Lisa: One who cares as much about the patient as he does about medicine.

Jamie: Yes.

Lisa: I want to help you.

Jamie: Well, don't you know you already do?

Lisa: No, I mean more than that. Do you remember that headache I had last night?

Jamie: You mean right before I heard about Vicky?

Lisa: Yeah. I've been getting these feelings. I think this is going to be a very important case.

Jamie: You know, patients do come out of comas. It's a documented fact.

Lisa: Does anybody know how?

Jamie: I just have to find a way to reach her. I just don't know how to do that yet. Is something wrong?

Lisa: Jamie, I'm going to do everything I can to help you. Everything I can.

Donna: Michael? Hey. I'm sorry I couldn't talk to Adam.

Michael: Hey, it's ok. Did you get some rest?

Donna: A little. Listen, Marley called while I was in the room. She's on her way.

Michael: Well, I told her not to rush down here, but I'll be real glad to see her, Donna.

Donna: I know. So, when can we see Vicky again?

Michael: In about an hour. Adam gave me the police report on Vicky's accident.

Donna: What did it say?

Michael: It said that she was going away from the docks towards town and she was speeding and must have lost control of the car.

Donna: I wish I had never given her that car.

Michael: Hey, Donna, come on. It wasn't the car. It was something else, and I -- I just can't figure it out. I'm trying to put the pieces together.

Donna: Well, you are?

Michael: Yeah. Now, you went to the dock, right? You were at the boat slip where John keeps his boat.

Donna: Yes.

Michael: Now, Peter said you went there, and that's why I went out there. There's just one thing I can't figure out.

Donna: What is that?

Michael: Well, Peter told me that you went there because you wanted to talk John into staying, but you kept telling me that you wanted John to leave.

Donna: Michael, I went for you. Well, I didn't think John should leave without telling you goodbye in person. Well, you do believe me, don't you?

Michael: I just keep wondering why you're acting like this is all your fault.

Donna: Michael, I -- I think that's only natural --

Michael: Donna, you don't have to cover.

Donna: I'm not.

Michael: Honey, it's only logical to me that you would send someone else to talk to John. And Vicky had no good reason to be there. So I want you to tell me the truth. Did you send Vicky to that boat dock?

Colette: So, I guess I'll never hear her little "cluck, cluck" again.

Zack: Well, what'd she die of?

Colette: Annabelle didn't say. I'm sure it was neglect.

Zack: I'm sorry.

Colette: So, I guess I won't be needing a lawyer anymore. That is, unless you want to get her for murder.

Zack: No, you don't need a lawyer.

Colette: Then I guess that's it.

Zack: You know, I was thinking, though. I don't think you want to be alone tonight.

Colette: You understand, don't you? You really do understand.

Julie Ann: Sam.

Sam: Hi.

Julie Ann: How's everything?

Sam: Rotten.

Julie Ann: That bad?

Sam: Yeah. I might have just lost my job.

Julie Ann: I can't believe that. What did you do?

Sam: I told someone the truth that really didn't want to hear it.

Julie Ann: People usually don't.

Sam: Yeah, you may be right. Excuse me. I have a memo to write.

Cass: Hi, Rachel! Hi! Hey, Mac. Glad you could make it. Whew! Hey, I think everything is all set.

Nicole: How can it be all set? You haven't done anything.

Cass: Everything is under control. I just hope Barbara's having a great time right now.

Ada: Why?

Cass: Because when these lights go down and Felicia steps up to that podium to do her narration, it's going to be all over for "Boom, boom" van Arkdale.

Cheryl: So, should we get dressed?

Cass: I think that might not be a bad idea. The next time I see you, you're going to be a famous fashion designer.

Nicole: Oh. You hope.

Cass: Don't worry!

Nicole: No, I know, I know. You're working on it.

Cass: I'm working on it.

Nicole: Come on girls. We got a lot to do.

Cass: Ok, have fun, girls. Good luck.

Nicole: Work hard.

Cass: Don't trip.

Cheryl: All right. I won't.

Ada: What about me?

Cass: Well, I took the liberty of putting together a costume, with Felicia's help, for you, and I want you to get into it, and then you can start work.

Ada: Yes, sir.

Cass: Ok. I may just take a look at those models' dressing rooms myself after all.

Ada: Oh, I don't think you should do that.

Cass: Ada, trust me. I know what I'm doing.

Ada: That's what I'm afraid of.

[Cass chuckles]

Ada: I got to get out of here before Rachel blows my cover.

Cass: Right.

Cass: Guys. Come on, guys! This is all just a big misunderstanding. Come on guys. Hey, put me down! Come on!

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