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Another World Transcript Monday 9/22/03

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Jamie: Dr. Undler.

Lisa: He did not look happy.

Jamie: He's a chief of staff. He's supposed to look like that.

Lisa: It's because of me.

Jamie: You have every right to be here.

Lisa: Jamie, he's your boss, and he told you how he feels about psychics.

Jamie: All that matters is that Vicky pulls out of this coma.

Lisa: Jamie, I don't want you to get in trouble with the hospital.

Jamie: I'll handle it.

Lisa: Don't -- please, don't get fired because of me.

Jamie: I'm not going to get fired, don't worry.

Lisa: Jamie, Dr. Undler doesn't want me here.

Jamie: Tough. Listen to me -- Vicky is not going to die in that coma. If that means we have to break a few rules, we'll break them. Are you with me or not?

John: Hasn't anyone thrown you out yet?

Reginald: If they tried, I'd have to buy the hospital.

John: And we'd have Vicky out of here before you signed the check.

Reginald: "We"? Since when do you get a vote?

Lisa: Of course I'm behind you.

Jamie: Well, that's all I want to know.

Lisa: I just don't want you to throw your career away.

Jamie: I don't have a career if I don't do everything possible to save her life.

John: Hey, doc.

Jamie: Hello, John.

John: Listen, I hear you're going to try something new with Vicky?

Jamie: With Lisa's help, yes.

John: You're -- you're that psychic, right?

Lisa: Yes, I am.

John: Well, I don't know much about that stuff or if I believe in it.

Jamie: Well, it's pretty unorthodox.

Lisa: Do you object?

John: Look, if it'll help Vicky, do it. She has to have a chance.

[Audience gasps]

Nicole: Ladies and gentlemen, please remain in your seats. The show will resume immediately, this time with my designs.

Barbara: Over my dead body.

Reporter: Ms. Van Arkdale, how about a statement?

Nicole: Oh, you want a statement? I'll give you a statement!

Cass: Ladies --

Cass: Oh, that's some right hook you got there.

Nicole: Sometimes I don't know my own strength.

Felicia: Cass?

Cass: Honey, you're doing great over there, just great.

Barbara: Ladies and gentlemen, I apologize for this unfortunate disturbance.

Reporter: So whose designs are these, Barbara?

Barbara: The show will continue!

Nicole: With my designs!

Peggy: Oh, no, this is getting interesting.

Barbara: Get her out of here.

Nicole: Tell them what a fraud you are, Babs.

Barbara: Get out of my way.

Nicole: No, tell them how you promised to give me credit for my designs.

Barbara: This woman is obviously disturbed.

Nicole: And then how you stole them from me!

Barbara: May we continue with the show, please?

Nicole: You put your name on other people's work. You're no designer. You're a fraud!

Barbara: You simpering little twit.

[Audience gasps]

woman: Stop!

Barbara: How did you like that, huh?

Nicole: Get back here, you filthy witch!

Nicole: Oh!

Felicia: Ladies and gentlemen, please, I'm sure this will all be straightened out, really.

Peggy: Oh, oh, this is better than the show!

Man: Ladies! Just act like ladies!

Barbara: Not until she takes back what she said!

Nicole: Oh, you thief! Liar! You're an amateur!

Barbara: You'll hear from my lawyer.

Man: Cass --

Cass: I'll be right back.

Man: What do you mean you'll be right back? Wait a minute!

Barbara: My hair!

Nicole: Admit it!

Barbara: Take your paws off my hair!

Nicole: Tell them that they're my designs!

Barbara: No!

Nicole: I've got my sketches to prove it!

Cass: I have sketches, too, Barbara.

Nicole: Admit it!

Barbara: Never!

Cass: Now, Barbara, I think that's a real bad idea, because now I'm going to have to resolve this little dispute.

Nicole: No, don't worry, she'll talk.

Barbara: Get out of my way!

Cass: Barbara. Barbara. I told you I have sketches. This is some of your work. In fact, these are the original sketches for some of the lovely creations we just saw.

Barbara: What?

Cass: The signature is unmistakable. And so, unfortunately, is the work. I think your medium was crayon, wasn't it?

Barbara: Give me that.

Cass: I think that the thing to do here is to do a little comparison. We'll set these sketches next to the ones Nicole has.

Barbara: No!

Cass: I knew you would see things my way.

Barbara: Let me have that.

Nicole: Tell them, you witch!

Barbara: All right! Anything you want to hear! They're yours!

Nicole: I don't think they heard you.

Barbara: They're your silly little designs. Let me have that.

Reporter: Can I quote you on that, Barbara?

Barbara: Yes.

Cass: I told you we could easily resolve the situation.

Woman: Madam?

Barbara: Darling, get me out of here.

Cass: Ciao, cara. Madam?

Nicole: So, let's get this show on the road!

Cass: Hit it, Felicia.

Felicia: And now it's my pleasure to begin the real show.

Cass: See, I told you I knew a winner when I saw one.

Felicia: Ladies and gentlemen, Tops is proud to present Love with Love.

[Music plays]

John: There is a chance that you can get through to Vicky?

Lisa: I can't be certain.

Jamie: See, Lisa's never consciously been able to direct or control her psychic abilities. I know it's a long shot.

John: Well, I -- I remember this Arvin soldier in Danang. He was in the hospital. He had massive head injuries and he was in there for a couple of months. Everyone just wrote him off.

Lisa: What happened?

John: Well, his family used to visit him. His wife was pregnant at the time, and they would all huddle around the bed and speak to him very softly, as if they had a secret.

Jamie: That's what we're trying to do with Vicky.

Lisa: Did he pull through?

John: Well, funny enough, after the baby was born, the wife would bring the baby to the hospital and lay him on his father's chest. The kid would howl and scream and kick, but she kept on bringing him back and bringing him back.

Lisa: Well, what happened?

John: One day the guy just woke up.

Lisa: Just like that?

Jamie: What did the doctors say?

John: Well, what could they say? One day the guy's a vegetable, the next day he's sitting up talking.

Lisa: The baby.

Jamie: Yeah.

John: I don't know. Look, you do what you have to do, whatever it is to save Vicky.

Dr. Undler: That was a very moving account, Mr. Hudson, but, as you pointed out, completely unscientific.

John: Well, tell that to that Arvin soldier and his family.

Jamie: There's no proof that sense stimulation interferes, Dr. Undler. What have we got to lose?

Dr. Undler: Dr. Frame, may I remind you that this is a hospital. There are sick people here who need help.

Jamie: Ahem, I'm quite aware of that, Doctor.

Dr. Undler: Fine. Then let's not waste time on unscientific claptrap. Please stick to established procedures.

John: You're going to listen to him?

Jamie: I think that's up to Lisa.

Donna: Victoria, I love you. We all do. We love you so much.

Michael: You know what? We're going to be right outside.

Donna: I promise, I will do anything. We just want you to come back to us.

Michael: A big old house we got there. It's empty without you, honey.

Donna: Everything will be better. Please, honey. Please try so hard to come back to us. Because I do -- I love you so much.

Reginald: Vicky will come back to us.

Michael: All right, Reg. You have five minutes. Donna?

Donna: Don't you dare say anything upsetting to her.

Reginald: Vicky was upset already when she had the accident. I love her, too.

Reginald: Oh, my beautiful Vicky. If only I could change this. If I could roll back the clock. I should've been in control. Then none of this would've happened. You wouldn't be lying here so pale, so silently.

Peter: We're the ones who put her here.

Reginald: The Hudsons did this. If they hadn't come back --

Peter: You can twist it any way you want, Dad. It won't change a thing.

Reginald: I keep telling you what we did was for Vicky.

Peter: Vicky? Vicky was merely our instrument. We are the ones who sent her down to that boat.

Reginald: Put the blame where it belongs, Peter. It was John and Donna.

Peter: Ah, if it hadn't been for those pictures --

Reginald: We had to let Vicky know the truth!

Peter: For God's sake, Dad, what if we killed her?

Reginald: You get control of yourself!

Peter: Look, don't you even care about this?

Reginald: Keep your voice down!

Peter: She's your own flesh and blood.

Reginald: No one regrets what happened more than I do. Now, I am going to settle this thing once and for all, my way.

Peter: I don't believe it. You're still playing God after all this.

Reginald: If I could play God, do you really think my darling Vicky would be lying in that bed?

[Music plays]

Felicia: Belinda and Lynn are in black and gray wool jersey, lots and lots of layering.

Nicole: They're clapping for me.

Cass: You'd better get used to it.

Nicole: You know, I can't believe we pulled this off.

Cass: I got the broken jaw to prove it.

Felicia: And you will notice the new fashion accessory, the hood. Thank you, ladies. You're wonderful. Great. Cheryl is dressed for a winter scene.

Felicia: Julie Ann is in a kicky short version for fall. And Sarah in a very strong full jacket, nipped at the waist with flat. It's a really ageless look for every woman. Don't you agree, ladies?

Diane: She looks so grown up.

Vince: She's pretty good at this modeling stuff, huh?

Diane: Oh, you're so happy, you're going to bust.

Vince: Yeah.

Diane: Beautiful.

Felicia: Julie Ann has on the tie jacket, which you will see later reversed.

Scott: Cheryl looks great.

Mary: That's my baby!

Scott: Hey, I thought I was your date.

Mary: You are.

Scott: How come I see you looking at other men, huh?

Mary: I love you. You don't notice?

Felicia: The short skirts, ladies. These really are independent, strong clothes for today. Now we have Simone, dressed for that very special evening.

Nicole: Are you sure I'm not dreaming?

Cass: Pinch me. Ow, ow, I'm sure. Definitely sure.

Nicole: Oh, Cass, I'm really sorry about that.

Cass: I'll accept restitution.

Nicole: Oh, you will?

Cass: Mm-hmm.

Nicole: Will an ice pack do?

Cass: A kiss would be a whole lot better.

Lisa: I get impressions sometimes. I can't control it.

Michael: Yeah, but you can tell if somebody's in trouble, right?

Lisa: Sometimes.

Jamie: Vicky's head injury is responding to treatment.

Michael: Jamie, she's not regaining consciousness.

Jamie: Right, but I think Lisa can break through and reach her subconscious.

Donna: Lisa, do you really think you can do that?

Lisa: I don't know.

John: You've got to try, Lisa. You may be Vicky's only chance.

Michael: Please. Look, we're not asking for miracles.

Jamie: She's worried about the hospital. Dr. Undler hasn't exactly given us a green light on this.

Michael: Lisa, I'm her father. I don't care if you walk across the room on your hands if it'll help Vicky.

Lisa: It might not.

Donna: But she can't go on like this. I mean, she could die!

Michael: Donna, she's not going to die!

Jamie: Listen, Michael, why don't -- why don't you and Donna go outside and get some fresh air?

Michael: Yeah, ok. Might be a good idea.

Donna: Lisa? Lisa, please try and help her if you possibly can.

Lisa: I will.

Jamie: Come on.

John: How about it?

Lisa: Ok. You're on.

Peter: I want to know what you meant by that last remark.

Reginald: What remark?

Peter: When you said you were going to end it once and for all.

Reginald: So I am. With this.

Peter: So this is your new plan?

Reginald: When Donna finds it, then it will be over.

Peter: Dad, it -- it doesn't matter anymore.

Reginald: Donna has to realize how vulnerable she is. Then she'll take matters into her own hands.

Peter: Do you honestly expect her to go running to Michael and tell him everything?

Reginald: She'll be so afraid that someone else will.

Peter: Why are you telling me this?

Reginald: We're partners.

Peter: I told you, not anymore.

Reginald: You'll come around.

Peter: What makes you think you can even trust me now?

Reginald: You're my son.

[Peter scoffs]

Peter: That won't work.

Reginald: If you breathe a word of this to anyone or interfere in the slightest, I will make sure that Donna blames the whole thing on you. Does that work?

Peter: You don't stop, do you?

Reginald: Not until the last horse crosses the finish line. I'll also tell Donna that you were responsible for Victoria's accident.

Peter: She won't believe you.

Reginald: With your history? Are you really willing to take that chance?

Peter: No.

Reginald: There's a smart lad. Now first, Donna will find the picture.

Peter: And if she doesn't?

Reginald: We make sure Michael does.

Peter: That's it?

Reginald: That's it. The end. The house of cards comes tumbling down. I owe that much to Vicky.

Peter: Dad, the Hudsons are Vicky's family, too.

Reginald: We're Vicky's family. When Victoria wakes up, she will be with the Loves.

Lisa: I don't know Vicky very well.

John: Makes two of us.

Lisa: I know she had a lot of problems.

John: How did you know that?

Lisa: She talked to Jamie.

John: What kind of problems?

Lisa: With her parents. I don't know what it was all about, but she was very troubled.

John: Yeah, I guess I noticed that, too.

Lisa: Do you know what was bothering her?

John: Would it help you reach her?

Lisa: It might.

John: There was a lot of tension at the house. I guess that's my fault, too.

Lisa: Why?

John: My brother and I -- we have a hard time getting along.

Lisa: And Vicky was in the middle?

John: I wish I'd thought about that before.

Lisa: Maybe that's what was on her mind when she was driving.

John: Yeah. Yeah, maybe.

Lisa: If I knew for certain --

John: Why?

Lisa: It might give me the bridge I need.

Lisa: It's not working.

John: Maybe you just need to clear your head.

Lisa: Yeah, maybe. I'll be back in a while.

John: Ok.  So, they think you have a troubled mind. They don't know the half of it, do they? I couldn't tell her. Not without knowing how much you saw. I don't want anyone else hurt.  There are so many things that I want to tell you.   Am I the reason you're here? Me and Donna?  Nothing happened on that boat, you know, no matter what you think you saw. Donna and I thought about you and Mike. Nothing happened. Donna loves you very much. And so does Michael. And I can't begin to tell you how much you mean to me.  Please open your eyes. Please?   You're my hope for the future. You know that?

[Door opens]

Donna: I didn't know you were here.

John: Donna.  She is so beautiful, isn't she?

Donna: Yes, she is.

John: I wish I knew if she was my daughter.

Donna: Why? John, what does that matter now?

John: It only matters because of all the lies. Lies have strangled our family for 20 years. And I want them to stop.

Ada: Quit gabbing, you two, and get out of those clothes!

Julie Ann: Listen to them! They're going crazy out there!

Ada: The belts! The belts!

Nicole: I sure hope they all brought their checkbooks. Turn around.

Cheryl: You think maybe we get a discount?

Julie Ann: I love that jump suit.

Ada: Well, terrific, jump back on the runway. Move it!

Nicole: Go! Go on!


Ada: Hear that? You're a hit.

Dawn: Is it time for me to get dressed yet?

Ada: Yeah, almost. Here you go, honey. Almost. Where is it?

Nicole: What?

Ada: The wedding dress.

Nicole: It was here just a minute ago.

Ada: Well, it's not here now.

Nicole: Well, it's got to be.

Ada: Well, maybe you left it in the dressing room.

Nicole: No. No, I left -- uh, I'll be right back.

Dawn: Well, it must be here somewhere. Who would steal a wedding dress?

Felicia: Here is a beautiful velvet and satin evening suit, worn by Julie Ann. And Valerie, with a black suit with a velvet jacket, and Maude in a dotted white frock. Beautiful, ladies. Exciting new clothes.

Rachel: Wouldn't Amanda look darling in that?

Mac: Amanda would look good in anything. Takes after her mother.

Rachel: Oh, I'm so glad you said that.

Mac: What's this?

Rachel: I'm ordering a few things.

Mac: A few things? Looks like the first draft of "war and peace."

Felicia: And Cheryl again, wearing an evening ensemble of strapless taffeta. Beautiful. Silver and gray wrap jacket. Young and fresh. And Sarah, with a contemporary suit dress. A new look, complete with flairs at the hem. Very hip.

Nicole: Cass, can you handle this?

Cass: What's wrong?

Nicole: We have a big problem.

Cass: Excuse me.

Nicole: The wedding dress.

Ada: It's gone!

Dawn: Maybe somebody moved it.

Ada: I haven't left this spot! Except to go out and take -- a peek at the runway. Do you suppose? What?

Cass: Relax, relax. The wedding gown's as snug as a bug in a rug. I hid it in here myself, and just as a precautionary measure.

Ada: Well, "relax," he tells us, huh? Why didn't you tell us?

Nicole: Really.

Cass: Well, certain hostile parties could have found out. Wait a second.

Nicole: What's wrong?

Cass: Someone's jimmied this lock.

Ada: Oh, wonderful.

Nicole: Oh, no! Tell me it isn't so! Oh, this isn't happening!

Cass: Have you seen a classy lady, lots of jewelry, brown hair, earrings down to her shoulders?

Dawn: Yeah, I just saw her go into the ladies' room. She had something over her shoulder. It was like almost a raincoat.

Cass: Yeah, she had a raincoat.

Nicole: Score one for Lady Macbeth.

Cass: How much time do we got?

Nicole: One more outfit left to go, that's it.

Cass: That's all I need.

Nicole: For what?

Cass: If you ladies will excuse me, Birnam Woods is going to Dunsinane.

Ada: What did he say?

Nicole: I think he's going to powder his nose.

Ada: Oh, sure.

Woman: Have you ever seen such beautiful things?

Second woman: Oh, God, I would love to order one of each.

First woman: The prices are reasonable.

Second woman: Yes, if you amortize them over 20 years.

First woman: Well, I was talking to my husband --

Cass: Oh --

[woman gasps]

Cass: Uh, nice show, huh? Don't let me interrupt.

Woman: What are you doing in here?

Cass: Watch it, honey, you'll smear your lipstick.

Women: Oh!

Felicia: Ladies, please, I'm sure whatever it is we can take care of.

Woman: Call the police!

Felicia: Why don't you tell me what happened, calmly?

Woman: There is a madman in there!

Felicia: Wait a minute, what is he doing?

Woman: Well, I should think that would be obvious.

[Barbara screams]

Cass: Give it back, Babs!

Woman: You hear that? See what I mean?

Second woman: If you won't call the police, I will!

Felicia: Yes, yes, I understand.

Cass: Come on! Hi, honey! Pardon. Call the police! I got the thief right here!

Felicia: I know, I know.

Lisa: Think it's true what they say, that if you wish on a star, something will happen?

Jamie: You ever tried it?

Lisa: Oh, a lot.

Jamie: Any of them ever come true?

Lisa: Well, some of them made me forget the ones that didn't.

Jamie: Ahem.

Lisa: Poor Vicky. If she just had someone she was close to.

Jamie: Why do you say that?

Lisa: Well, maybe if she had had someone to open up to, she wouldn't have been in the accident.

Jamie: Yeah. And every minute she stays in that coma, she slips further away.

Lisa: There's got to be some way. Maybe if I wished on a star.


Lisa: Vicky?

Jamie: What is it?

Lisa: I'm not sure.

Jamie: Are you getting something?

Lisa: Maybe. Maybe.

[Music plays]

Felicia: Here's Lynn in a bold statement of black and white. Belinda in a racy, strapless, red matched jersey dress. Gold and black is the look for Sarah. Puckered velvet and sheer organza, a beautiful combination for Julie ann. And Cheryl in a strapless, black velvet tulip dress. Beautiful.

Felicia: Short is the look for today, ladies. Now, ladies and gentlemen, the piece de resistance, the winter wedding gown.

Mac: Darling, what is it?

Rachel: Well, I always cry at weddings.

Mac: Oh.

Scott: Pretty dress.

Mary: Right, the dress.


Wallingford: They're for you, kid.

Man: Speech! Speech!

Nicole: Oh --

man: Speech! Speech!

Nicole: Thank you. I want to thank you all for making this the best night of my life.

Wallingford: We sure pulled off a good one this time.

Felicia: "We"?

Wallingford: Just a figure of speech.

Felicia: You were working on this from the start, weren't you?

Nicole: Special thanks to all the models, who were absolutely sensational tonight. Especially Cheryl, Sarah, and Julie Ann, who were drafted into service at the 11th hour. And our lovely bride, Dawn Rollo, who literally saved my life here tonight by looking so beautiful. And I don't know what any of the models would have done here tonight without the help of Ada Hobson. She got them all ready and out to you on time. Ada?

Rachel: Way to go, Mom!

[Rachel whistles]

Nicole: I also want to thank everyone here at Tops for making this evening a success, especially our wonderful moderator, Felicia Gallant. Who got a bit more than she bargained for. And Wallingford, who made sure all the lights went on when they were supposed to. And finally, I would like to thank the person who made my dream -- he made my dream come true tonight. My friend Cass Winthrop.

Cass: How about that kiss now? Brava!

Wallingford: Ada, the night is young.

Ada: And you're so beautiful.

Julie Ann: I don't want everything. Just everything that I wore.

Cheryl: Well, maybe you can get Zack to spring for it.

Julie Ann: Are we talking about the same Zack?

Cheryl: Yeah!

Mary: You guys were all so gorgeous, and especially you.

Cheryl: Well, you're only a little bit biased.

Mary: I'm a mother, it comes with the dinner.

Cheryl: Right.

Scott: Cheryl --

Cheryl: Hi.

Scott: You -- you were great at this modeling. You were great.

Cheryl: You really think so?

Scott: You're a natural. Yes, I know so. You're going to have a great career.

Cheryl: Thanks.

Vince: Where is she? There she is!

Cheryl: Pops! Hi!

Vince: Move over, Christie Brinkley, here comes Cheryl McKinnon!

Diane: Cheryl looked lovely.

Mary: She's a lovely girl.

Vince: I didn't know those fashion shows could be so much fun. All the women rolling around the floor?

Diane: Oh, he was so proud of you.

Cheryl: Were you, Pops?

Diane: Oh, he only told the whole audience that you were his daughter.

Cheryl: You did not.

Vince: Not all of them, you know?

Diane: You were gorgeous, honey.

Cheryl: Thanks.

Vince: Uh -- we got some kid, huh?

Sarah: Now maybe you can hit him up for the dress you liked.

Vince: What dress, hmm?

Cheryl: Well, we do get a discount, Pops, and being that you're such a nice guy --

Scott: Wow.

Dawn: Oh, come on.

Scott: I'm not kidding. You were the star of the show.

Dawn: No, no, I think the dress was.

Scott: It was you in that dress.

Dawn: I was so nervous. I thought that I was just going fall flat on my face, you know?

Scott: Hey, I couldn't even tell, I couldn't even tell.

Dawn: Really?

Scott: You were the most beautiful girl out there.

Ada: Here he is, the man of the hour!

Mary: That was a great show.

Cass: Oh, thanks. Just a little something we whipped up, you know? You girls were sensational.

Felicia: Yes, you were.

Sarah: Oh, does this mean we get free clothes?

Cass: Take it up with the boss. Hey, huh?

Ada: "Hey" yourself!

Wallingford: Nice going, buddy.

Cass: I never could've pulled it off without you two guys.

Wallingford: Yeah, kind of reminds you of the good old days, doesn't it, Cass?

Felicia: Yes, except for one tiny, little exception.

Cass: Ahem. To all the even greater nights ahead.

Ada: Oh, you betcha. Cheers.

Wallingford: Right.

Cass: Oh, come on, honey, smile. We sent old Babs packing, didn't we?

Felicia: I'm still mad at you, and you. Why couldn't you let me in on this?

Cass: You had a contract with her, and she struck me as the type who loved a good lawsuit. Come on. Forgive me?

Felicia: Well --

Cass: Huh?

Felicia: There were some fine moments.

Wallingford: Nicole with a handful of Babs' hair.

Ada: Cass in the powder room!

Wallingford: You know, those two broads really had a pair of lungs on them, didn't they?

Ada: Hey!

Cass: Those two.

Felicia: You know, they were going to make me call the cops on him.

Cass: No risk, no gain, right?

Felicia: Well, I don't think we have to worry. Nicole's sewing machine is going to be working overtime tomorrow.

Ada: Yeah, but she's only got one sewing machine.

Cass: I don't think that's going to be the case for long. There was this prominent banker there and I saw his wife pushing him towards Nicole.

Wallingford: Oh, I just hope he was pushing money towards her.

Cass: Hey, everybody, listen up, a toast -- to Nicole and to victory.

All: Cheers!

Nicole: No?

Man: No.

Nicole: What do you mean, no?

Man: My bank can't give you a loan just like that.

Nicole: But the show was a success.

Man: You'll still have to come by the bank tomorrow.

Nicole: And then you'll give me the money?

Man: Then we'll review your finances.

Nicole: I don't need to review my finances. I need money to start a company.

Man: We'll have to assess just how much that will be.

Nicole: Two million. No, I've got it all worked out.

Man: That's a lot of money. I can't promise you anything like that.

Nicole: Well, then how much? Just give me a ballpark figure.

Man: Come by in the morning, we'll take it from there. Great show.

Nicole: Thanks a lot. Oh, what does he want from me? The reviews. Oh, I'll bet he's waiting to see what the papers said. If the press liked my clothes, then --

Rachel: Well, "Brava" felt they were exquisite.

Mac: And I saw a fashion columnist from both weeklies. They had big smiles on.

Cass: How about another round of bubbly?

Nicole: Don't be so generous with the booze.

Cass: Hey, hey, hey, lighten up. I thought that we were going to pull out all the stops tonight.

Nicole: No, not without a business loan.

Cass: Are you kidding? Every bank in Bay City is going to be throwing money at you.

Nicole: I just talked to the loan officer of one of them. He was not impressed.

Mac: He'll come up with some money.

Nicole: No, "some" isn't enough.

Mac: Well, we'll just have to find a more enlightened bank.

Rachel: Right.

Nicole: Well, I'm still an unknown with no track record, so that makes the banks real nervous.

Mac: I'll make some calls. We'll come up with something. It was a great show, Nicole.

Nicole: Thank you.

Rachel: Yes, we put in an order. Congratulations, Nicole. Good night.

Cass: Thanks for your support. Good night.

Nicole: There's still my trust fund.

Cass: Oh, I knew you were thinking about that.

Nicole: I'd better read the fine print again.

Cass: What fine print? You have to be 35 or married to collect.

Nicole: Oh, yeah? Well, then I'd better start looking for a husband.

Woman's voice: I'm afraid to die. Please help me.

Boy's voice: Help me.

Jamie: You still hear something?

Boy's voice: I'm afraid to die, Mommy.

Woman's voice: Mommy.

Boy's voice: Please help me.

Woman's voice: Help me.

Boy's voice: Please.

Woman's voice: I'm afraid.

Boy's voice: I'm afraid to die, Mommy.

Woman's voice: Help me, please.

Boy's voice: Help me.

Lisa: Jamie, how do you live with this?  All those people -- all they want is to be well, to be comforted.

Jamie: Could you recognize any of the voices?

Lisa: And they were all crying out, Jamie. They all wanted help.

Jamie: Well, we'll do what we can.

Lisa: There's so much pain. Why can't I do something?

Jamie: You heard those voices. Your E.S.P. must be coming back.

Lisa: It was all a jumble.

Jamie: Do you think any of those voices were Vicky's?

Lisa: I don't know.

Jamie: Want to try and find out?

Lisa: You know I do.

Jamie: I believe in you, and you know that.

Lisa: Thanks, doc.

Jamie: I can get away for a few minutes. Why don't I take you home, huh?

Dr. Undler: That's a good idea, dr. Frame.

Jamie: Dr. Undler.

Dr. Undler: Take her home and don't bring her back.

Jamie: You can't order her out of here, doctor.

Dr. Undler: Watch me.

Jamie: Take your hands off of her right now!

Michael: A beautiful night.

John: Yeah. Where's Donna?

Michael: She's -- she's sleeping. Finally got her to lie down.

John: You look like you could use a little rest yourself.

Michael: Oh, man, I'm -- I'm fine. I think this has been a lot harder on her.

John: Well, it hasn't been any picnic for anyone.

Michael: Well, Donna is coming apart.

John: She's scared, Mike.

Michael: It's been a shock to her, John.

John: Well, for you, too.

Michael: Coming right on top of the attack.

John: What attack?

Michael: You don't know? Donna was attacked last night on the dock near your boat.

Peter: Donna. What are you doing here? I thought you were home, getting some sleep.

Donna: No, I -- I couldn't.

Peter: Oh. Look, why don't we get Jamie to give you a sedative or something, huh?

Donna: No, Peter, I don't want any pills.

Peter: You need to get some rest.

Reginald: Peter's right. You look dreadful, darling.

Donna: My daughter is in a coma. How do you expect me to look?

Reginald: I was only expressing my concern. What, are you looking for something?

Donna: Yes, Jamie brought me Victoria's --

Reginald: Her purse?

Donna: Oh, yes.

Reginald: What is it, darling?

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