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Another World Transcript Tuesday 11/18/03

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Sam: Ahem.

Amanda: Sam.

Sam: What are you doing here?

Amanda: You left these files out.

Sam: Yeah, I know. This is my office.

Amanda: Well, I just didn't want them to get lost, that's all.

Sam: I don't need Amanda Cory picking up after me.

Amanda: I wasn't.

Sam: You weren't?

Amanda: No.

Sam: Fine. Then maybe you'll tell me what you really were doing here.

Scott: Dawn, what's the matter?

Dawn: Nothing.

Scott: No, it's not, not if you think I'm keeping something from you.

Dawn: Then why don't you just tell me about what happened at work today?

Scott: No, something is wrong. Is your fever worse? Hmm? Are you ok?

Dawn: No, I'm fine. Cheryl brought over some aspirin today.

Scott: Wasn't there any here?

Dawn: No. I looked everywhere.

Scott: I'm sorry. I should've made sure that you had some.

Dawn: I wish you would've, too, because --

Scott: Because what?

Dawn: Because then I wouldn't have found this.

Scott: Your mother.

Dawn: My mother was a prostitute, wasn't she? And you knew it.

Cass' voice: "Today I started thinking about dying. My thoughts aren't usually so morbid. But I was up early and I was sitting across the room from Cass, watching him sleep. Suddenly I thought, "what would I do without him?" I realized that I hope I die before he does. I know that's selfish. I wouldn't want him to grieve. I'd want him to go on just like he is. Maybe he could tear up a little when they played "if you say my eyes are beautiful" or whispered my name for luck at the roulette table. I'd want him to know that no matter how much time we have together, I have everything I want."

Cass: May the wind be always at your back, the sun upon your face, and may the road rise up to meet your feet. Or something like that.

Cass: Kathleen -- what am I going to do without you?

[Knock on door]

Felicia: Cass?

Cass: She's really gone, Felicia.

Felicia: I know.

Cass: That was Kathleen on the plane. It was her.

Felicia: I know. Mitch told me that he enlarged the photograph.

Cass: The only thing that I could see clearly was her engagement ring.

Felicia: You sure it's the one that you gave her?

Cass: It's the one. It's the one that you loaned me the money to get.

Felicia: I'm so sorry.

Cass: Why didn't you ever doubt him?

Felicia: Who? Oh, Rex.

Cass: All the mistakes he made --

Felicia: Of course he made mistakes. But, honey, he had her journal.

Cass: I'm not just talking about the facts. I'm talking about the way he was! It was kind of insulting to realize that you're so easy to duplicate.

Felicia: But you were grieving. Rex was pretending to be grieving, so when he did something strange, we -- I don't know, we just sort of chalked it up to that.

Cass: God, what a waste. What an incredible waste of a beautiful human being. He killed Kathleen so he could act out his charade.

Felicia: But it worked, Cass, it did. It worked for a while. People change when they go through a great loss.

Cass: Have I?

Felicia: Well, please, let us -- let us hope so.

Cass: That was funny. I guess there was room for improvement, wasn't there?

Felicia: Yeah. Have you been reading Kathleen's journal?

Cass: She talks about dying.

Felicia: Did she?

Cass: Yes. She said -- she said that she had everything she wanted.

Felicia: She had you.

Cass: She said she wanted me to go on -- or she would've wanted me to go on. She -- just as I was, not to grieve.

Felicia: I'd say that was pretty good advice.

Cass: Oh, you two always thought alike, anyway.

Felicia: Well, no, not always.

Cass: How do I go on?

Felicia: Honey, you've been doing pretty good so far.

Cass: Yeah, but that's because I wanted to get at Rex. I wanted to get him for what he did. Now that's -- that's over!

Felicia: I think the only thing that you can do is pick up the pieces and get on with your life.

Cass: I didn't realize there were going to be so many pieces.

Felicia: You know, the important thing is that you're free now and you're back here with us, the people who love you.

Cass: Well, at least I know you don't want me for my money, since I don't have any.

Felicia: Well, I guess, then, there's always your job with Mac Cory.

Cass: Oh, yeah? Since when?

Felicia: Oh, right, you don't know that.

Cass: What?

Felicia: Rex got it back for you. And I'm sure Mac would much rather have the real you.

Cass: Well, don't count on it, at least not until we assess the damage that Rex did.

Felicia: Oh, come on. You'll fix whatever it is. I know you will.

Cass: Ugh!

Felicia: What?

Cass: What happened when I was away? Did you take a course in positive thinking or something?

Felicia: I know one thing I'm positive about -- that you're back. I'm so glad everybody is.

Cass: Well, that's good, because right now I need a place to stay.

Felicia: You have it -- right here.

Cass: No, it's too expensive.

Felicia: Well, not if I pick up the tab -- until, of course, you get back on your feet.

Cass: My feet? I'm on them.

Felicia: Oh, come on. You know what I'm talking about.

Cass: Thank you.

Felicia: You're welcome. So, I think maybe you should go see Mac Cory, don't you?

Cass: Yeah. Time to start salvaging my good name.

Felicia: Oh, oh, your good name?

Cass: All right, well, maybe that was a trifle excessive.

Felicia: Yeah, just a trifle. Well, if you're going to go see Mac, I think maybe you better put a suit on.

Cass: I think you're right.

Cass: I was lucky to have her.

Felicia: Oh. And she was lucky to have you.

Scott: I never meant for you to find this.

Dawn: My mother was a hooker. All those years when she didn't want me around, she used to always say that she was busy. Well, of course she was busy!

Scott: Dawn, you don't know what your mother went through.

Dawn: Neither do you.

Scott: I know -- I know that she loved you.

Dawn: Did she?

Scott: Yes, she did. And she didn't want to see you hurt, any more than Chad or I do.

Dawn: Oh, yeah, of course, Chad -- Chad knew about this all along, didn't he? You both knew about this.

Scott: Well, of course we did. What are we supposed to do? Were we supposed to tell you? Is that going to make things any better?

Dawn: Scott, I even asked you if you knew anything about my parents, and you lied to me!

Scott: I had to. I didn't want to. You got to believe that. I didn't want to see you hurt.

Dawn: You lied to me, Scott. Don't you think that hurts me?

Scott: Ok, what I did was wrong. And maybe what Chad did was wrong, too. But we did it because we love you.

Dawn: I got to go see Chad.

Scott: No, you're too sick to go anywhere.

Dawn: I want to talk to him.

Scott: Ok. Ok, fine. I'll call him up and he'll come right over here, ok?

Dawn: Ok, don't tell him why. I just want to see him.

Scott: Dawn --

Dawn: Promise me that.

Scott: All right. All right.

Scott: Things are going to be all right. You'll see, ok? All right?

Dawn: It's funny, that's what my mom always used to say.

Amanda: I was just coming by to pick up some of my things, that's all.

Sam: I could've had them delivered.

Amanda: No, it's no big deal. I had to drop off one of these memos, anyway.

Sam: Something for layout?

Amanda: Actually, it's for the entire magazine. It just says that Mandy Ashton was and is Amanda Cory.

Sam: The boss' daughter.

Amanda: Yeah. And that I just wanted a chance to prove myself. I never wanted any handouts.

Sam: And now?

Amanda: And now I think I deserve a second chance.

Sam: As Amanda Cory.

Amanda: I've learned a lot in the past couple of months. I know now that it isn't the name that matters. It's the person behind it.

Sam: So you're staying on, then, huh?

Amanda: I'm going to work tomorrow in my father's office.

Sam: Great. Maybe you'll get along with him better than I did.

Amanda: Are you angry?

Sam: I don't know if I'm angry. I just want to get this done, all right?

Amanda: Here. You were looking for your eraser, right?

Sam: Yeah.

Amanda: Don't erase too much of it. I like it. After you get the cover design finished, are you going to stay on here?

Sam: I don't know. The way I'm feeling right now --

Amanda: Yeah?

Sam: I just want out.

Amanda: I guess you want to get away from all the pressure.

Sam: I want to go someplace where I can just do my work -- alone.

Amanda: I'll just be going.

Sam: Amanda?

Amanda: Yeah?

Sam: I'll put that memo up where everyone can see it.

Amanda: Thanks. I never meant to hurt you, Sam.

Sam: But you did.

Amanda: I guess that's the bottom line, huh?

Sam: Wait. You forgot your mug.

Amanda: No. That belonged to Mandy Ashton. Believe me, I wish I'd never met her, either.

Vicky: Look, dad, you have been working hard, you've been through a lot, and I think you can justify some time off.

Michael: Well, I'll tell you what I can justify is dinner tonight at Tops. How about it?

Vicky: Well, what about --

Michael: No discussion here. It's the only offer you're going to get. Yes or no?

Vicky: Yes.

Michael: Good. I'll -- I'll call for you at 8:00, ok? We'll have dinner.

[Phone rings]

Michael: Oh, would you get that and take a message for me, please?

Vicky: Yes, sir. Hello? No, Zack, this is Vicky. Hi. Um, yes, he's here, but he is busy. Could I take a message? Donna's coming here? Why? Well, can't she just sign the property settlement and send it over? No? Ok. Yeah, I'll give him the message. Thanks. You, too. Bye, Zack.

Vicky: Dad --

Michael: Hi, yeah, who was that on the phone?

Vicky: It was your office.

Michael: Which office?

Vicky: The one in New York.

Michael: Well, what do they want?

Vicky: Well, your stockbroker is predicting another fall.

Michael: Oh, no. All right, look, did he say where he was exactly?

Vicky: Well, he said something about a Quotron. Is that your office?

Michael: Yeah, that is.

Vicky: Well, that must be what he meant, then.

Michael: Ok, look, I got to get down to my office. Would you call Mary and tell her I'm coming?

Vicky: Yes.

Michael: Oh, and, honey, I'm going to have to call you about dinner tonight, all right?

Vicky: Ok.

Michael: Ok, bye.

[Door opens and closes]

Vicky: Hi, Zack, it's Vicky again. Yes, my dad was just called away on business, and it was some type of emergency, and I really don't think he'll have any time to see Donna this afternoon.

Donna: Michael's not here?

Chad: Scott sure took off fast. Is he -- is he ok?

Dawn: Yeah, he's fine. I just asked him to give us some time together.

Chad: Boy, you're awfully pale, kiddo. Are you feeling ok?

Dawn: I am fine.

Chad: You know, a lot has happened since you've come to Bay City. You can't let yourself get run down.

Dawn: Sometimes things happen by accident. Things that take a lot out of you.

Chad: Well, what sort of things?

Dawn: I know why mom never wanted me to come home.

Chad: That son of a -- he promised me he wouldn't show you this.

Dawn: He didn't show it to me. I found them when I was looking for aspirins.

Chad: What, he just left it lying around?

Dawn: What difference does it make where he left them?

Chad: Because it's not right!

Dawn: No, it's not right because Scott was trying to make my decisions for me like you were.

Chad: Look, Dawn, I had to, ok? I had to protect you. There was no way I was going to get you involved in that life.

Dawn: That's what I was.

Chad: No!

Dawn: Yes, Chad. Why did you think you had to deal with it all by yourself?

Chad: Look, I wanted to.

Dawn: Chad, I'm your sister. I could've helped you with that.

Chad: Dawn, you were so young.

Dawn: Who knows, maybe I could've helped mom, too.

Chad: No, I tried. I tried so hard.

[Chad sighs]

Dawn: There's more, isn't there?

Chad: First you get well, and then we'll have plenty of time to talk.

Dawn: I just have so many questions.

Chad: I'll tell you everything. I promise you. She loved you.

Dawn: Did she?

Chad: If you only knew how much. Nothing bad is ever going to happen to you. Not while I'm around. Because I love you, too.

Dawn: I know.

Felicia: Look, look --

Cass: What?

Felicia: Do you remember this?

Cass: Which one?

Felicia: Right here. Oh, the time you were writing a book about the perfect woman and Kathleen was helping you.

Cass: You know, she never really appreciated the profundity of what I had to say in that book.

Felicia: Who did?

Cass: What?

Felicia: Honey --

Cass: What?

Felicia: Your idea of the perfect woman was a cross between a geisha girl and a cocker spaniel.

Cass: Oh, is that your cute way of telling me that my consciousness hadn't yet been raised?

Felicia: Oh, let's put it this way -- compared to you, Hugh Hefner was a feminist.

Cass: Yeah, that bad, huh?

Felicia: Yeah, that bad, I'm afraid, so --

Cass: Well, I appreciated strong women. I mean, I was good to you.

Felicia: I guess that's true. Yes, you always knew a good thing when you found it, yeah.

Cass: Yeah. Kathleen agrees with that because she wrote about it in the book, in the journal.

Felicia: What does that mean?

Cass: Oh, turn to page 27.

Felicia: 27? Really?

Cass: Mm-hmm.

Felicia: Right in the beginning?

Cass: Yeah, right.

Felicia: This wouldn't be about you before Kathleen, would it?

Cass: Uh-huh, yeah.

Felicia: Oh, Cass, you didn't.

Cass: Oh, honey, we were a whole chapter, you and I -- what?

Felicia: You told her about us?

Cass: Me? Now that's convenient amnesia! You're the one who told her. I was just defending myself.

Felicia: Cass! Wait a minute.

Cass: What?

Felicia: You told her about the time you got the bee in your bathing trunks?

Cass: Yeah, and you taught me all about mud packs.

Felicia: I was only trying to keep the swelling down. Don't you dare even think about touching that one. I will kill you --

Cass: No way, no way. You have to admit, those days were fun, weren't they?

Felicia: I just -- I just can't believe that she actually put it in this journal.

Cass: Yeah, well, she -- oh, man, look at the time.

Felicia: Oh, you're right. You better go if you're going to talk to Mac.

Cass: Ok.

Felicia: All right.

Cass: Who knows? I may be able to afford this place yet. How do I look?

Felicia: Wonderful, of course. What do you think? All right.

Cass: Wish me luck.

Felicia: Good luck.

Cass: Goodbye.

Nicole: No, of course I'm not marrying Cass Winthrop. That's right. Uh-huh. But without getting married, I won't be able to use my trust fund. That's why I'm asking you for the loan. Uh -- no, I know it's a lot of money. But you've seen my dress designs. No, I understand. You don't have to explain. Yeah, I'm sorry, too.

Cass: Everything ok?

Nicole: Oh, hi. I thought that you were room service.

Cass: Oh, that's why you left the door open.

Nicole: I was on the phone.

Cass: I know. I mean, I heard.

Nicole: So, how are you doing? Did you get a good night's sleep?

Cass: I feel like a new man. What?

Nicole: I'm sorry. You have to admit that that is a little funny under the circumstances.

Cass: Oh, yes. You have a really nice laugh, you know.

Nicole: Well, thanks.

Cass: And you look pretty good yourself, especially considering that you were almost hit by a chandelier.

Nicole: Yeah, well, I guess a little shot of adrenaline never hurt anybody. So where are you off to?

Cass: I'm going on over to "Brava."

Nicole: Oh, right, you work there. I mean --

Cass: You mean, Rex worked there.

Nicole: Yeah.

Cass: And as a matter of fact, I hear he wasn't too successful, either.

Nicole: You're probably going to run into that a lot.

Cass: The strangest part is having people treat me like I've been here all along.

Nicole: Yeah. You're going to run into a lot of that, too. You know, Rex -- he really got around.

Cass: He charmed his way into a lot of places?

Nicole: Yeah. You could say that.

Cass: I could also say I'm sorry. He's put you through a lot, I know.

Nicole: Hey, he put us both through a lot.

Cass: Yeah, but, I mean, you still have to deal with it.

Nicole: Oh, you heard the phone call.

Cass: Yeah.

Nicole: Well, don't worry about me. There is money out there, and if I'm meant to get it, I will.

Cass: Listen, if there's anything I can do to help, you know, don't hesitate to ask.

Nicole: No, it's ok. You've got yourself to take care of. I heard about the investigation into Kathleen's death.

Cass: Yeah. The photograph proved conclusively that Kathleen was on the plane, so that just about wraps it up.

Nicole: I'm really sorry.

Cass: Thank you. The important thing is to get my life back on the track now.

Nicole: Yeah. Same here.

Cass: Yeah. Well, I guess I'd better get on over to "Brava."

Nicole: Oh, yeah. I guess I'll try another bank.

Cass: Good luck.

Nicole: Same to you.

[Nicole sighs]

Nicole: Hello, may I speak to your loan department? Wait, no, wait, wait -- on second thought, it might be better if I just come down there in person. Yes, I agree. Yes, a face with a smile on it is always easier to talk to, isn't it? Ok. Well, thank you.

Reginald: My face has a smile on it.

Nicole: Reginald.

Reginald: You used to call me "father."

Nicole: I called you a lot of things. What are you doing here?

Reginald: I should think that would be obvious. A father always knows when his child needs help.

Mac: This is good.

Sam: Good?

Mac: You've really made progress.

Sam: Progress?

Mac: Definitely in the right direction.

Sam: Well, then, one more draft and I should have it.

Mac: I'm not pressing you.

Sam: No, this is something that I want finished.

Mac: Of course. I understand.

Sam: I wish I did. Look, Mr. Cory, um -- I want you to know that I had no intention of hurting your daughter.

Mac: I know you didn't. And I'm sure she didn't mean to hurt you.

Sam: I don't -- I don't know what she meant to do.

Mac: You're young, Sam. You got in over your head.

Sam: One lie lead to another.

Mac: Maybe it's better it's over.

Sam: Well, there's no room for anything else. I'll get these revisions to you as soon as possible, sir.

Mac: I'm sure you will.

Julie Ann: Sam, hi. I haven't seen you around in a while.

Sam: Yeah, I've been working in my loft.

Julie Ann: Well, things have been pretty slow around here. I'm just addressing Christmas cards. I suppose you've heard the news?

Sam: Could you take this down to personnel for me, please?

Julie Ann: Sure. What's it for?

Sam: It's a request for another assistant.

Julie Ann: You're firing Mandy again?

Sam: Just take that down to personnel as soon as possible.

Julie Ann: Sam, look, maybe I'm way out of line saying this, but I just don't want either one of you to get hurt.

Sam: Julie Ann, I know you mean well --

Julie Ann: Amanda is my best friend.

Sam: Well, then, you knew all along, too.

Julie Ann: Yes, but I've also known that she really loves you.

Sam: I know what you're trying to do, Julie Ann, and I appreciate it. You're a good friend. But right now I just need to be alone.

Julie Ann: Amanda, you know he didn't mean that.

Amanda: He said it and he meant it. But that's all right because I feel the same way.

Vicky: Look, Donna, about last night at the Powerhouse --

Donna: Victoria, that chandelier could've killed you. I wouldn't have let that happen.

Vicky: Well, are you all right?

Donna: Yes, yes, I'm fine.

Vicky: It's just that it really doesn't change things.

Donna: You mean the way you feel about me. Victoria, maybe if we spent some time together, we -- we could talk about things. We could work everything out. I mean, maybe we could have a chance.

Vicky: Michael needs me here, Donna.

Donna: I know that. Look, it's almost Christmas. I was really hoping we might be able to spend the holidays together.

Vicky: Michael doesn't want Grandma to be alone.

Donna: Claire is welcome at our house. He knows that.

Vicky: We've already decided to have Christmas at the farmhouse.

Donna: Oh, I see.

Vicky: Donna, I doubt Nicole is busy.

Donna: I miss you, Victoria. The holidays are a time when families are supposed to be together. Don't you think we could at least spend part of Christmas day together?

Vicky: You want to spend Christmas day with Michael.

Donna: Why won't you believe me? Why won't you believe that I love you?

Vicky: Because I've tried to believe a lot of things, Donna.

Donna: Look, the other night at the Powerhouse --

Vicky: You followed your instincts!

Donna: I am your mother. You're my child. We love each other, even though you're angry with me right now.

Vicky: I don't want to hurt you.

Donna: Well, then, don't shut me out!

Vicky: I'm sorry. I really am. It's just that right now I only have room for Michael.

Donna: I'm sorry, too.

[Donna sighs]

Michael: Victoria, you want to tell me what the heck is going on?

Vicky: Dad --

Michael: I called Mary from the phone in the car. She didn't know anything about what you were talking about. Now, why did you send me out on that wild-good chase, huh?

Donna: I think I know the answer to that.

Michael: Hello, Donna.

Michael: Donna, what are you doing here?

Donna: I came to bring you these.

Michael: It's the property settlement.

Donna: Yes, I -- I called Zack's office and told him to call and tell you that I would be coming over here.

Michael: You did, huh? Did you know anything about this, young lady?

Vicky: I talked to Zack.

Donna: Michael, it's not her fault.

Michael: Don't defend her, Donna.

Donna: No, I'm not. I -- she was just trying to protect you.

Michael: I do not need protecting.

Donna: I am sorry, but, you know, I really can't stand this. I mean, I thought this was going to be our first Christmas together as a family. And here we are in separate houses and fighting and signing property settlements -- oh.

Michael: Donna, you shouldn't get upset.

Donna: I am carrying -- I am carrying our baby.

Vicky: You're pregnant?

Michael: Victoria, stay out of this. All the more reason.

Donna: Look, we -- we missed out on raising Marley and Victoria. I mean, we've got another chance here, Michael, and look what we're doing to it!

Vicky: Why didn't anybody tell me about this?

Michael: Donna, getting upset is not going to solve a thing.

Donna: I have been upset ever since you filed for this divorce.

Vicky: No, don't try to make him feel sorry for you, Donna.

Donna: I am not. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to come here and act like this.

Michael: Donna, I'm sorry.

Donna: No. Why don't you just give me those papers and let me sign them now.

Michael: No, we'll do it tomorrow.

Donna: No. No, Michael, I cannot go through this again.

Michael: Fine. Then I'll sign them today and get them over to Zack's.

Donna: No, no, let me sign them now. I mean, I have caused you enough trouble. Oh --

Michael: Donna, are you all right?

Donna: It's just -- I got dizzy and I can't -- I can't breathe.

Michael: It's just anxiety. Ok, take a deep breath. Come on, take a deep breath. Let it out, good. Ok, take another one and hold it. Now let it out. Feel better?

Donna: Yeah. Thank you. I just -- I thought I was going to pass out there for a minute. I'm sorry.

Michael: Look, I'm going to make sure that you get home.

Donna: No. No, Michael, I'll be just fine, really.

Michael: Yes, I'm going to call my car and make sure you get home, all right?

Vicky: Donna, why didn't you tell me about this?

Donna: Because I -- I thought Michael would have.

Vicky: And how long has he known?

Donna: I don't blame you for looking at me like that.

Vicky: You're getting everything you want, aren't you?

Donna: I know it must look that way, Victoria.

Vicky: Why can't you just stay out of our lives?

Donna: Because I don't want to hurt anyone. Especially you or Michael -- or this baby.

Michael: I called the car, they're on their way. Now, why don't you let me help you down.

Donna: Thank you.

Michael: Come on. And you I expect to be here when I get back.

Reginald: Aren't you going to invite me in?

Nicole: You'll do what you want, anyway.

Reginald: Nicole, I'm here to make a peace offering.

Nicole: Oh, don't you think it's a little late? I mean, the war is already over.

Reginald: I've heard all about this man who's been posing as Cass. What was his name, Allingham?

Nicole: Look, I don't want to talk to you about it. I told you that last night.

Reginald: I couldn't let it go.

Nicole: Oh. Don't tell me now you feel responsible.

Reginald: Well, what father wouldn't.

Nicole: Oh -- what father, indeed.

Reginald: Look, Donna was right. If I'd helped you in the beginning, you'd never have become engaged to that murderer.

Nicole: And so now you've come to offer me money?

Reginald: I've had a long talk with Mary.

Nicole: Oh, and she's made you see the error of your ways?

Reginald: Well, I have to start someplace. I'm hoping it will be with you. So just name your price.

Nicole: Don't tell me you're going into emotional investments now?

Reginald: This is a gift, Nicole, it is not a loan, this is not an investment. Just -- just think of it as a peace offering.

Nicole: Don't you get it? We signed that treaty a long time ago.

Reginald: Well, I'm still your father.

Nicole: Oh, no, you're not. A father is somebody who would've been there for me to depend on.

Reginald: I'm here now.

Nicole: And so is my lunch. Come on in. Has anyone ever told you you have great timing? There you go. Thank you.

Man: Thank you, Miss Love. Is there anything else I can do for you?

Nicole: Yes, there is. This gentleman was just on his way out. Maybe you could show him the way?

Reginald: You just remember -- the money will be there when you decide you need it.

Nicole: I told you a long time ago -- I don't need anything from you.

Man: Sir?

Felicia: Hi.

Nicole: Hi, Felicia, come in.

Felicia: Everything all right?

Nicole: I take it you saw Reg in the hallway.

Felicia: Yeah, I did. He didn't look too happy.

Nicole: Yeah. That's because he hates to lose.

Felicia: Did you have a fight?

Nicole: No. I had a victory.

Felicia: Did you?

Nicole: Mm-hmm. I feel great. However, I am flat broke, but I feel great.

Mac: Flat broke?

Cass: Well, I hate to sound crude, but that describes it perfectly.

Mac: I didn't know.

Cass: Well, I've been this way before. Usually it doesn't last, fortunately.

Mac: What can I do to help?

Cass: Well, I understand that Rex Allingham worked for you under my name.

Mac: Unfortunately, your name and your looks is about all he had going for him.

Cass: Yeah, I hear he really messed things up.

Mac: We're still in the process of discovering.

Cass: Well, I wasn't such a stunning success myself the last time I worked for you, but what do you say, Mac?

Mac: What do I say? I say welcome back, Cass.

Cass: Thank you, Mac.

Julie Ann: Sorry to interrupt, but I need your signature on the Wilson account.

Mac: Right.

Cass: Oh, now, there's a blast from the past. Does old man Wilson still demand everything in triplicate?

Mac: Now it's Wilson Jr.

Cass: Speaking of junior, was that Amanda I saw as I came in just now?

Mac: Yes. She's decided to follow in her own old man's footsteps.

Cass: Uh-oh. She's as pretty as her mother.

Mac: Yes, she is.

[Cass chuckles]

Mac: There you go.

Julie Ann: Great. I'll send this out right away.

Mac: Thank you.

Mac: Are you all right?

Cass: Oh, yeah, I'm still a little shell-shocked.

Mac: You have been through a lot.

Cass: I'll be all right.

Mac: Look, Cass, why don't you take a little vacation time before you start again.

Cass: No, thank you.

Mac: I can arrange for an advance.

Cass: Traveling alone right now really, really doesn't appeal to me.

Mac: I understand.

Cass: I need to start living again. I owe it to her.

Mac: To Kathleen?

Cass: Yes, I've been looking through her journal lately. Rex had it all this time.

Mac: No wonder he looked so startled when I said I wanted to publish it.

Cass: Publish Kathleen's journal?

Mac: Yeah, I corresponded with her about it while you were on your trip.

Cass: You did?

Mac: The offer still stands.

Cass: I'm sorry, Mac, you just caught me a little off-guard.

Mac: Well, and this is a difficult time for you. Look, I don't want to push you one way or another.

Cass: Do the McKinnons know about this?

Mac: Oh, yes.

Cass: And -- and they're for it?

Mac: Now, I don't want to put any pressure on you about it.

Cass: Well, I'll tell you what -- I'll think about it, Mac, I promise you.

Mac: Thank you.

[Key turns in lock]

Scott: Is Chad gone?

Dawn: No, he left a little while ago.

Scott: Everything all right?

Dawn: Yeah, everything's fine. Why are you standing in the hallway?

Scott: Close your eyes and I'll show you.

Dawn: It doesn't make sense.

Scott: Close your eyes and I'll tell you when you can open them. Is that better?

Dawn: It's better. Have you been out this long just getting me a present?

Scott: Getting us a present! Ah! Ok. Ok, you can open your eyes. Merry Christmas!

Dawn: Oh -- Scott, it's beautiful. It's a tree.

Scott: You never said you had one of your own before, so -- you're still going to have to share this with me.

Dawn: It is just beautiful. Where did you find it?

Scott: Wasn't easy. This dealer kept trying to hide this little thing, hoping I'd get a bigger one, but I took this one, even though it's a little lopsided.

Dawn: I love it.

Scott: Well, good. We're going to have to decorate it up with some -- some popcorn, some cranberries --

Dawn: Oh, a real homemade Christmas tree!

Scott: You bet. It's time you had a real Christmas.

Dawn: Yeah. Now I finally know why I didn't have one before.

Scott: We're going to change all that this year.

Dawn: Scott, you've been so nice to me.

Scott: That's because I love you.

Dawn: I want to talk to you about something very important.

Scott: I knew it. I knew it. You -- you wanted the big tree, didn't you? Hmm.

Dawn: Please, Scott, it's not a joke. I'd understand if -- if you didn't feel the same about me.

Scott: Is it because of what your mother was?

Dawn: It's going to make a difference, isn't it?

Vicky: Is Donna all right?

Michael: Yes, Donna is fine. I called Bridget and told her to expect her.

Vicky: I don't think Bridget's the one she wants right now.

Michael: What I want, young lady, is for you to stop meddling with Donna and me.

Vicky: I'm not.

Michael: Don't lie.

Vicky: You know, she always manages to get you so upset.

Michael: And I will handle it.

Vicky: Well, why do you have to do it alone?

Michael: Victoria, she is my wife, I am her husband, you are the child. You got it?

Vicky: Is she really pregnant?

Michael: Yes.

Vicky: Whose baby is it?

Michael: Victoria, I know you mean well. But mind your own business.

Vicky: Dad, what if she's just trying to make you feel sorry for her?

Michael: Then Donna and I will work it out for ourselves.

Vicky: I'm sorry. I was just trying to help.

Michael: Look, this is a very difficult time for your mother right now. And she is your mother. I would appreciate it if you would not go out of your way to upset her.

Vicky: All right.

Michael: Victoria, this divorce is going to happen.

Vicky: I know.

Michael: Well, I hope you understand it, because Donna does.

Vicky: Dad, I'm really sorry.

Michael: Look, I know this is a very difficult time for you. It's a difficult time for all of us. But this is my private life, Victoria, and I don't ever want this to happen again, all right?

[Knock on door]

Cass: Hi.

Nicole: Cass.

Cass: Hi!

Felicia: Hi.

Cass: Hey, you want to hear some great news?

Felicia: You got your job back.

Cass: Not only that, but Mac wants to publish Kathleen's journal.

Nicole: Her diary?

Cass: He knows what a great writer she is.

Nicole: Oh.

Felicia: Honey?

Cass: What?

Felicia: How do you feel about that?

Cass: Well, at first I didn't know what to think, but maybe it's a good idea.

Nicole: Was Kathleen intending it to be published?

Cass: Yeah, Mac said that she discussed it with him.

Nicole: Well, then I'd say it was meant to be.

Cass: There's only one thing stopping me.

Nicole: Well, what's that?

Cass: Well, I don't care if the whole world knows about my secrets, but other people might.

Felicia: Other people?

Cass: Yeah, Mac wants an unexpurgated version.

Felicia: Oh, I see.

Scott: Don't you know that nothing can change the way I feel about you?

Dawn: Scott, I want to believe that just as much as you do.

Scott: What if the tables were turned?

Dawn: What do you mean?

Scott: My dad is no father Flanigan, and my natural father could be even worse. Would that change the way you feel about me?

Dawn: No. I love you.

Scott: Ok, fine. Then just try letting me love you back.

Dawn: You know, you are going to be a great lawyer. Oh, you know, I think this is going to be one of those Christmases that we're never going to forget.

Julie Ann: Don't say things like that.

Amanda: Why not? It's the truth.

Julie Ann: Look, if Sam wants to deny his feelings, fine. But don't you make the same mistake.

Amanda: All the feelings in the world are not going to bring him back.

Julie Ann: Maybe not, but lying to yourself isn't the answer.

Amanda: I loved him so much.

Julie Ann: And you still do, and he loves you, too. Anyone can see how bad he feels.

Amanda: I can't get through to him.

Julie Ann: I know it hurts. But maybe you'll just have to give it time. It will all work out for the best. You'll see.

Amanda: Yeah, best for who?

Julie Ann: You're just going to have to let things settle down.

Amanda: I guess I won't be needing these anymore.

Julie Ann: Birth control pills?

Amanda: Jamie gave me a six-month supply. I didn't even need one month.

Julie Ann: Things happened so fast, didn't they?

Amanda: Too fast. Maybe that's why my cycle's all screwed up. The pills will do that, won't they?

Julie Ann: Sure, I guess.

Amanda: Well, that's got to be it, then.

Julie Ann: Are you late?

Amanda: Well, only by a couple of days.

Julie Ann: Has this happened before?

Amanda: No, but I've never taken pills like this.

[Intercom buzzes]

Julie Ann: Yes, Mr. Cory? All right, I'll be right in. I got to go take a letter.

Amanda: Oh, that's ok. Thanks for listening.

Julie Ann: About the pills, Amanda, I'm sure you're right. And besides, you've been under a lot of stress lately.

Amanda: Right. It's just stress.

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