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Another World Transcript Thursday 12/11/03

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Donna: Happy New Year, Mrs. Hudson. Except I'm not Mrs. Hudson any longer. Oh, Bridget.

Bridget: Yes. You have to have something to eat, my dear.

Donna: No, I can't, really.

Bridget: But, miss Donna --

Donna: No, I know. I know I should be thinking about this baby, too.

Bridget: Yes, but you didn't sleep at all last night.

Donna: You heard me?

Bridget: Yes, I did. I heard you crying. I heard you crying very hard.

Donna: I'm sorry.

Bridget: Well, Mr. Michael -- I don't like to go against him, but --

Donna: But what?

Bridget: But if he were here right now, I'd give him a proper shaking.

Donna: Well, I'm very relieved to know that there's somebody on my side.

Bridget: Well, divorce -- I don't understand it. Whatever happened to the act of Christian forgiveness? Oh, I'm sorry, my dear. Did I -- did I say too much?

Donna: No, no. No, you didn't. Bridget, thank you for this lovely breakfast and for all your sympathy. I -- I think I'm going to get dressed.

Bridget: What about your breakfast, dear?

Donna: No, I'll try later, all right?

Bridget: Oh, Mr. Michael -- I mean, will he be coming back for his things, eh?

Donna: You know, Bridget, I really don't know. He doesn't talk to me anymore. You know, he just sends me papers.

Bridget: Now, what are you going to do now?

Donna: Well, I may not be able to do anything about getting him back, but I'm certainly not going to have to live with his things around me.

[Phone rings]

Michael: Michael Hudson.

Donna: It's me.

Michael: Hi, Donna. How are you?

Donna: How do you expect me to be?

Michael: All right, I guess that was a bad question. Look, is there anything I can do to make this easier on you?

Donna: As a matter of fact, there is.

Michael: Well, why don't you name it.

Donna: Well, why don't you come over here right now.

Michael: Donna --

Donna: Because I want you to get your things out of my house today!

Julie Ann: I bet most famous magazine writers when on their break don't have to work behind a receptionist's typewriter.

Amanda: I told you, I wanted to work my way up the hard way.

Julie Ann: How are things going?

Amanda: Good.

Julie Ann: Really?

Amanda: Mm-hmm. This is my final draft, so --

Julie Ann: I mean Sam.

Amanda: Oh.

Julie Ann: You looked pretty upset at the party last night.

Amanda: Well, parties -- parties aren't exactly my best event as of late.

Julie Ann: Well, aren't you glad that they used his cover for the magazine?

Amanda: Yeah. Yeah, I am. When I was designing the cover with him -- those were good times for he and I, you know?

Julie Ann: Doesn't he know that you can still help him like that?

Amanda: I don't know. I don't know what he knows. I can't even talk to him anymore.

Julie Ann: Amanda, you're carrying his baby. You'd better learn. Like now.

Sam: Hi.

Amanda: I have a lot of editing to do. My father wants this final draft today.

Julie Ann: Good morning, Sam. Liz, is there anything I can do for you?

Liz: Oh, I think I've managed to locate everything. Thanks a lot, dear.

Julie Ann: Ok. I have an errand to do.

Liz: Amanda, I'm going into your father's office. Now, if there's anything I can help you with -- anything at all.

Sam: I don't think she's too crazy about me.

Amanda: Everybody else is.

Sam: What's this?

Amanda: An article on the new "brava" cover. It's a good picture of you and dad.

Sam: I don't care if I'm in the paper.

Amanda: Especially on the society page. I guess you hate that.

Sam: Amanda --

Amanda: What?

Sam: Please, look at me. Why did you leave the party last night? Was that because of me?

Mac: Nice working at home, isn't it?

Rachel: Yes, it is. Is that a good manuscript?

Mac: Hmm, very interesting. But your book must not be.

Rachel: Why?

Mac: Because you haven't turned a page in 20 minutes.

Rachel: Oh. I was just thinking.

Mac: About Amanda?

Rachel: No, actually, about Jamie.

Mac: And Emma Frame's farm?

Rachel: I just keep thinking that he's hedging about the farm.

Mac: You still want to buy it for him?

Rachel: Well, the auction is today. If I don't place a bid on it, it'll be his only shot.

Mac: You'll be bidding against Jason Frame.

Rachel: Darling, I know he's Steve Frame's brother. But I hardly know the man. It's just an auction.

Mac: I just hate to think of bringing the Frames back into our lives in any way.

Rachel: Do I have to keep reminding you, Jamie is a Frame.

Mac: But not in spirit. I don't think you ought to head into a showdown with the Frames.

Rachel: This is for Jamie, Mac. Jason is just another one of the bidders.

Mac: All right. It's your own decision. But I think you ought to make it on the basis of how much Jamie wants that farm and also what the market value is.

Rachel: Where are you going?

Mac: Well, you've got to talk to Jamie, but I can find out what the value is.

[Doorbell rings]

Mac: In a minute.

Jason: Hi, Mac. Jason Frame. It is all right I call you Mac?

Mac: What on earth are you doing here?

Jason: Better close that door. You'll run your fuel bill up. It is cold out there.

Rachel: What are you doing here?

Jason: I suddenly realized I hadn't seen my nephew yet. I got a lot of baby pictures somewhere, but I figure he's got a full set of teeth by now. I thought I'd stop by and see how he came out.

Mac: Jamie is a doctor. Did you think you'd find him here at midday?

Jason: I thought he might be here for lunch, yes. Guess I was wrong.

Rachel: Well, we were just having some coffee. Would you like some?

Jason: That sounds like a great idea, thank you. Nice. Real nice.

Rachel: Well, sit down and I'll pour you a cup of coffee. Darling, don't let me keep you.

Mac: From what?

Rachel: From the information you were going to get?

Mac: Oh, yes. You will need that. I'll do it in the den. Excuse me. I have to make a call.

Rachel: Well, would you like some milk or --

Jason: Black is fine. Never figure you would end up in a place like this.

Rachel: You know I did.

Jason: Yes, I guess I do.

Rachel: So, how long has it been since you've seen Jamie?

Jason: Willis had him out to the farm once when I was home on leave. He was just about 10.

Rachel: How are Willis and Gwen?

Jason: I don't hear from them too much. I get a card at Christmas when they know where I am that year.

Rachel: Well, I guess now they'll know where you are.

Jason: I guess so. Mmm, that's good.

Rachel: Thank you. I guess you know that the auction is today.

Jason: I drove by Steve's company on the way over here. I noticed there's not much activity at all.

Rachel: My partner died a few months ago. She was the one who really ran the place.

Jason: She?

Rachel: Yes, you have a problem with that?

Jason: The problem is that it's not a going concern. I was kind of hoping for work.

Rachel: You were?

Jason: The navy doesn't like to retire you into a life of luxury.

Rachel: I see. Well, maybe Mac could help you.

Jason: No. No, thank you.

Rachel: Well, I just thought that if --

Jason: I can find a job. I was just hoping that I could work for a family company, that's all.

Rachel: Oh. Well, Frame-Harding construction is involved in some litigation right now, so I'm afraid I really can't do anything for you.

Jason: No harm in asking.

Rachel: No, there's no harm in asking at all. So, will you be planning to stay here in Bay City?

Jason: For a while. That really hit the spot. I appreciate that.

Rachel: Well, I'll tell Jamie that you were asking for him. Where can he reach you?

Jason: I'll find him.

Rachel: He would really like to get to know the family better. Maybe this time we could be friends.

Jason: That would be different for a change, wouldn't it? Don't bother getting up. I'm very good at finding doors. Good coffee.

Mac: Well, what did you find out?

Rachel: Well, he needs money, he doesn't have a job, and he probably isn't going to stay in Bay City.

Mac: You got all that on one cup of coffee?

Rachel: I don't think we have anything to worry about.

Mac: Does it occur to you that you've used those words before?

Rachel: I'm not always wrong.

Mac: Believe me, darling, this time I pray you're right.

Sam: Amanda --

Amanda: I've got to figure out what I did with the correction tape.

Sam: Why did you leave the party?

Amanda: I was tired. I get tired these days.

Sam: That's it?

Amanda: I had a lot of work to do. I had to get started on my article.

Sam: Well, good. I'm glad it wasn't me.

Amanda: Oh, no.

Sam: I mean, it was new year's eve, and you did look very beautiful.

Amanda: I did?

Sam: Well, yeah. I couldn't help but kiss you. I just don't want it to confuse things.

Amanda: No, not at all.

Sam: So, how's the article going?

Amanda: It's finished, as soon as I get these typos done.

Sam: Well, I could help you with that.

Amanda: Thanks, that's really nice, but I think I'll be fine on my own.

Sam: Good. Good luck with it.

Amanda: Thanks.

Sam: Look, Amanda --

Amanda: Yes?

Sam: You know that cover that everyone's crazy about? It's part yours.

Amanda: No, it's not.

Sam: I should've made an announcement at the party. There's something I had to say.

Amanda: What?

Sam: About how much you helped me and how much I appreciate your belief in me.

Amanda: Why didn't you say that?

Sam: Uh -- because of the way things are.

Amanda: Right. You didn't want to confuse things.

Sam: No. But I want you to know, I couldn't have done that without you.

Donna: Oh -- oh, good. Those boxes. I can put his shoes on those. That's good because then I won't have to waste any more suitcases.

Bridget: Oh, miss Donna, don't.

Donna: Bridget, don't "don't" me. This might as well go in there, too.

Bridget: I know I'm always telling you to do things --

Donna: Yes, you and everybody else.

Bridget: But I understand how you feel, believe me. But this thing with Mr. Michael -- he could take it the wrong way.

Donna: Well, however he takes it is no concern of mine. He has made that very clear.

Bridget: But you're so angry.

Donna: Yes, I am, and you know what? It feels great!

Bridget: Yes, but for how long?

Donna: I don't know for how long, but I am so tired of begging and pleading with him and him leading me on.

Bridget: Leading you on?

Donna: Yes! I told you he kissed me -- I mean, right out of the blue. He kissed me on New Year's Eve. And all the time, all the time, he knew that these divorce papers were just sitting here waiting for me and he gave me hope. Well, let me tell you something -- there is no hope. Come -- oh, come on.

Bridget: Let me help you --

Donna: Oh!

Bridget: Oh, miss Donna! Oh, dear, are you hurt?

Donna: No, I'm all right.

Bridget: Oh, Mr. Michael.

Donna: Oh, well, you made it in record time.

Michael: No kidding.

Donna: What's the matter, are you afraid I'd take some scissors to your Italian suits?

Bridget: I'll be downstairs if you need me.

Michael: Well, you've been busy here, huh?

Donna: Well, let's just say I have been very highly motivated.

Michael: Donna, look, you don't have to do this now, all right?

Donna: No. I have not had any choices in what happened, but I should certainly have some say-so in when things happen.

Michael: Ok.

Donna: Because if it's over, then it's over and I want everything finished once and for all.

Michael: Will you stop this?

Donna: No. Michael, I want this done.

Michael: Obviously, you got the divorce papers today.

Donna: Oh, no. I got that as a little after-the-party surprise on new year's eve.

Michael: Hey, I'm sorry. I didn't know. I just got mine this morning.

Donna: Oh, what difference does it make?

Michael: I'm sorry about the timing.

Donna: Yeah, well, I'm sorry about a lot of things. Look, do you want me to continue packing this way, or are you going to send somebody over here to do it?

Michael: I don't -- I will do whatever you want.

Donna: Oh, wonderful. You're finally going to do whatever I want.

Michael: Hey, would you just take it easy?

Donna: Don't. Just don't do that.

Michael: Don't do what?

Donna: Give me mixed signals. I mean, first you kiss me on Christmas and New Year's Eve, and now I come home and there's divorce papers waiting for me.

Michael: I'm sorry, Donna.

Donna: Look, you ended this marriage. Now, I don't want to live with your things around me.

Michael: All right. Ok.

Donna: You know, and I -- I can't even look out that window now without thinking about that time you climbed up the trellis. And then I look at the bed and I -- you know what? I think I'm going to redecorate this whole room. What do you think -- Chinese modern, huh?

Michael: I think I'm going to get all my stuff out of here as quickly as possible.

Donna: Well, wait a minute. There is something that you can take with you right now. Oh.

Michael: I won't take that.

Donna: No.

Michael: I won't take it.

Donna: No, the marriage is over, and you gave me these to begin the marriage. Great.

Michael: What?

Donna: This is really kind of ironic. I want to give you back these rings and I can't get them off my hand because it's so swollen because I'm carrying your child. This really hasn't been my day.

Michael: Oh, Blackie.

Amanda: You could've done it without me.

Sam: I don't know.

Amanda: Anyway, working on the cover with you is one of the best times of my life. I'm really glad that you wanted to make a speech and everything at the party, but it wasn't necessary.

Sam: Well, just as long as you know how I feel.

Amanda: Yeah, I think I know.

Sam: Well, I guess I've got to get back to layout. We're kind of busy these days. I can't wait to work on your article.

Amanda: Thanks.

Sam: Yeah.

Julie Ann: So?

Amanda: "So," what?

Julie Ann: Are things any better?

Amanda: Well, he was telling me how nice he thought it was to work with me on the cover.

Julie Ann: And?

Amanda: And that's all.

Julie Ann: Well, that's something, isn't it? I mean, at least he was being nice.

Amanda: Yeah, he's being nice, but he's carefully avoiding talking about being with me or the baby.

Julie Ann: Well, don't worry about it, Amanda. He'll come around.

Liz: Amanda, there was a letter for you in Mac's office.

Amanda: For me?

Liz: Expensive stationery, custom monogram. You know, a box of that would retail for about $75 in fields if you didn't have embossed envelopes.

Amanda: I don't believe it.

Liz: Well, you can't believe the price of stationery these days.

Amanda: No, no, the letter. It's from the Barringtons.

Liz: The Barringtons? Haven't I met them at parties at your family's?

Amanda: I'd completely forgotten.

Julie Ann: Who are the Barringtons?

Amanda: "Dear ms. Cory, how wonderful to find out that your mother's artistic talent has extended to the next generation. We've so enjoyed collecting her work. When we heard that you represented Sam Fowler's painting at the gallery, we had no choice but to buy it even though we'd never heard of the artist."

Liz: What's wrong with that?

Amanda: Sam was so proud to sell one of his paintings. What's he going to do if he finds out that the people that bought it are actually friends of my parents?

Jamie: Mom, this farm thing has become a larger issue.

Rachel: Because of Lisa?

Jamie: Yes. She assumes that if I buy it, I'm buying it for the two of us.

Rachel: Because you'll be married?

Jamie: I'm not getting married until I'm sure it's the right thing.

Rachel: Well, just explain that to her, sweetie, and buy the farm anyway.

Jamie: Mom, I just started my practice. I don't have a down payment.

Rachel: I do.

Jamie: Mom, wait --

Rachel: It's Steve's money, sweetie. He'd want you to have it.

Mac: And is an engineering report available?

Jamie: I don't want you buying me a house. I don't care whose money it is.

Rachel: Ok. Then I'll buy it for me and Mac.

Jamie: Oh, yeah, right. I can just see you with a -- in the morning with your bandana on slopping the pigs. Sure.

Rachel: Now, just wait a minute. That place, after I renovate it, is going to be a very nice summer place. It's a very good investment.

Jamie: Uh-huh. Sounds good.

Rachel: Yeah. And if you change your mind, you're going to have to buy it for me.

Jamie: Oh, I'd better get a good price.

Rachel: Uh-uh. You better start saving your money because it's going to appreciate in value.

Jamie: Uh-huh.

Mac: Well, thanks very much for the information, jean. Bye-bye. Hi, Jamie.

Jamie: Hi, Mac.

Rachel: What about the farm?

Mac: Yeah, that was Jeanie Ziegler at bayside realty. She says that 180,000 would be a fair price for the farm.

Rachel: 20% down?

Mac: I suppose.

Rachel: So Jason would have to come up with $36,000.

Jamie: Jason, huh?

Rachel: Yeah.

Mac: Jeanie says she wouldn't give a dime more than 190,000 because the place just needs too much work.

Rachel: Well, we can afford that.

Jamie: Well, I can't afford it, and if you bid it up too high I'll never be able to buy it back from you.

Mac: And that's assuming you'd even want the place then.

Rachel: Oh, you'll want it. I promise, I won't bid a penny over 190,000.

Mac: Well, Jason might have other ideas, you know.

Rachel: Jason can't afford it, Mac. He's not working. He needs a job. He can't live on a military pension. He can't buy property.

Mac: Have you explained Jason's priorities to Jason?

Rachel: I won't have to. The auction will do that for me.

Mac: Well, I'll be at my office all afternoon. Do let me know what happens.

Rachel: I can't wait to renovate that place. It's really going to be -- you know what? Lisa would be good at this. She's good at decorating. She could help me maybe.

Jamie: Uh, Mom --

Rachel: What?

Jamie: Forget about Lisa decorating the house. I've got my own plans for Lisa.

Vicky: Hmm.

Lisa: Oh, hi!

Vicky: Lisa, I'm glad I ran into you.

Lisa: Hey, Vicky.

Vicky: Um --

Lisa: How come?

Vicky: Because I don't like having lunch alone. Come on, let's get a table.

Lisa: Oh, Vicky, I wish I could, but I'm meeting Jamie.

Vicky: Well, great. Where is he?

Lisa: Oh, Vicky, I have been meaning to call you all weekend.

Vicky: Why?

Lisa: I'm really embarrassed about what I did at your party.

Vicky: Oh, Lisa, you fell asleep. No big deal.

Lisa: Yeah, well, that's some kind of brew you mix up there.

Vicky: I know. Well, it's not like you put a lampshade on your head and danced the hula dance around the apartment, so --

Lisa: Was Jamie mad?

Vicky: No, why would he be?

Lisa: Well, it couldn't have been much of a new year's with his date snoring away.

Vicky: You weren't snoring.

Lisa: Oh, well, that's something.

Vicky: No, he would've had a better time if you were awake, but he wasn't mad.

Lisa: Hmm. Jamie's terrific. I wonder what he has to talk to me about.

Vicky: Yeah, me, too.

Jason: Hi.

Mary: Hi.

Jason: Good to see you again.

Mary: Gee, I wish I could say the same.

Julie Ann: How do these people know that you're representing the painting?

Liz: It's not your fault they found out.

Amanda: Yes, it is.

Julie Ann: How?

Amanda: I had gotten a list of all my mother's contacts and had Michelle type up a form letter and send it to each one of them.

Liz: As I said, it's your fault they found out.

Amanda: Yeah, I'm a regular miss fix-it. I'd even forgotten that I did it.

Julie Ann: What's the difference? In the second paragraph, it says how much they love his paintings and how much they want to see more of Sam Fowler's work.

Amanda: Yeah, but the painting was purchased because of me and my mother's contacts. I arranged it.

Liz: Well, what's wrong with that? I do things like that all the time. Touché.

Amanda: I just hope that Sam doesn't find out about this.

Liz: Amanda, have you finished that article?

Amanda: Uh, yeah. This is it right here.

Liz: Listen, could you help me get through some readers' reports in your father's office?

Amanda: Sure.

Liz: Oh, great.

Julie Ann: Hello again.

Sam: Hi. I need to see Mr. Cory. Is he in his office yet?

Julie Ann: He just called, he said he would be on his way. He'll be here in a few minutes.

Sam: Ok. I guess I'll wait, then.

Julie Ann: Ok.

Sam: Fine.

Sam: She won't mind. Hey, this is good. What's this? Why is my name on this?

Sam: I don't believe -- I don't believe this.

Rachel: Zack, do you and Scott do real estate transactions? No, I haven't bought a place yet, but I'm going to an auction today. Yeah, I'll let you know -- just a minute. Wait, wait, wait a minute. I'll let you know as soon as they accept my bid, ok? I'll call you back. Right. Ok, thanks. Bye. What are you doing? What are you doing, running away from home?

Jamie: I was hoping to avoid a lengthy explanation.

Rachel: Does the suitcase have something to do with your plans for Lisa?

Jamie: Yeah, it's -- it's my laundry.

Rachel: Jamie.

Jamie: Well, I have to find out if she likes the idea before I say anything.

Rachel: You want to move in with her.

Jamie: It seems like the next logical step, yeah.

Rachel: Yeah, or you're responding to the pressure she's putting on you.

Jamie: She has a right to say what she wants.

Rachel: And you're a grown man and you don't have to live at home, right.

Jamie: I know that.

Rachel: It's just that this has never occurred to you before.

Jamie: Oh, it has. But things have been very comfortable with Lisa.

Rachel: Until now?

Jamie: Maybe it's time to move forward, Mom.

Rachel: Honey, living with her isn't going to teach you what marriage is like.

Jamie: I know that.

Rachel: Marriage is a continual process of renegotiation.

Jamie: Well, at least I'll know if her terms are reasonable.

Jamie: This ok with you?

Rachel: I'll miss you.

Jamie: Thanks.

Rachel: You know, when you married Blaine, and then again when you married Cecile, I was pretty sure that wouldn't work.

Jamie: I wish I had known.

Rachel: But Lisa's different, sweetie. She's a lovely girl. I don't think you could do any better than Lisa.

Jamie: Well, maybe that's the problem. Maybe she's too perfect.

Rachel: No, I think the problem is right here. It's you. What are you afraid of?

Jamie: What, me? Afraid? Of what?

Rachel: Commitment?

Donna: I'm sorry. I shouldn't have acted that way.

Michael: No, you have every right.

Donna: It's just that I've been trying to forget about this baby the last couple of days.

Michael: Well, your body's not going to take to that too well, is it?

Donna: No. No, even as tiny as it is, all sorts of things are starting to happen to my body.

Michael: Is that ok, I mean, that your hands swell like that?

Donna: I -- I did with Marley and Victoria. I mean, you remember -- no, you wouldn't remember.

Michael: Well, why don't you tell me.

Donna: Well, they just got so swollen there toward the end, and they really hurt and I tried to -- to massage them and rub them, but it really didn't do any good and I just kept thinking, "I wish Michael were there. He'd take care of me. He'd know what to do."

Michael: Donna, look, if there's ever a time that you want to talk --

Donna: No! Don't you understand? I mean, sure, I could call you on the phone and you would be very kind and very dutiful.

Michael: No, it's more than that.

Donna: No, it's not! You are not living here with me. The first time I feel the baby move, I can't grab your hand and say, "Here, feel that. You feel it?"

Michael: Well, I wish it was different, Donna!

Donna: I know you do. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. This all just sort of hit me.

Michael: Well, maybe it's just all easier to say when you're mad, huh?

Donna: Yeah. Listen, I just have one more thing to say and then you can go. Michael, I know us. I know that if really worked, everything would be different. Well, hell, you can't blame a girl for trying, can you? Michael.

Michael: Donna, I do love you. I have always loved you. I just can't live with you.

Michael: Donna, you don't understand.

Donna: Yes, I -- yes, I do. You said you love me.

Michael: Donna, I never said I didn't love you. I just said I couldn't be married to you.

Donna: You know, I -- I realize now that you're as miserable as I am. Michael, please, we don't have to do this to ourselves.

Michael: Donna, nothing -- nothing would be different.

Donna: Yes, it would. Michael, we still love each other. We always have. That's never changed.

Michael: Don't you understand? There's never, ever been another woman for me, ever. You were all I ever dreamed about, Donna.

Donna: But --

Michael: But I've got to protect myself.

Donna: From me?

Michael: Look, Donna, you say you want me. You say I am all that you've ever wanted.

Donna: It's true, Michael! It's true.

Michael: Well, I was here, Donna. And I was yours, and you wanted my brother!

Donna: That would never happen again.

Michael: How do I know that? I don't! I don't know that. I don't have any more trust for you, Donna, and I don't know how I could get it back! Now, I'm just going to send somebody for my things, ok?

Donna: Michael, don't walk away.

Michael: I have to. You understand? I have to.

Donna: Michael! Michael, you will come back! I know you will. I know you'll come back.

Sam's voice: "When we heard that you represented the Sam Fowler painting at the gallery, we had no choice but to buy it, even though we'd never heard of the artist."

Sam: And you never would have, either, if it hadn't been for her.

Amanda: Sam, I didn't know you were here.

Sam: I saw Mr. Cory come in. Can I see him now?

Liz: Yes, he said you could go in, Sam.

Sam: Thank you.

Mac: Hello, Sam. I spoke to you when I came in, but you didn't answer.

Sam: I'm sorry. I had something else on my mind.

Mac: Ah. Please, sit down. Well, we've been showing your new cover format to our advertisers. The response is almost uniformly positive.

Sam: I'm glad.

Mac: You're making a name for yourself in this business.

Sam: Well, I guess I have the Corys to thank for my success.

Liz: Is it still there?

Amanda: Yeah. But he was out here by himself for a while. And he had a strange look on his face when we came out.

Sam: Don't bother. I already read it.

Mary: I have work to do.

Jason: I have gotten a cooler reception from the woman I know. I just can't remember when.

Mary: Well, then, this must be a learning experience for you.

Jason: Hey, hey, don't stop on my account, please.

Mary: I have work to do.

Jason: I was just wondering if you knew where Vinny was.

Mary: No, he's not here. Ada says he's not due in until tonight. Why don't you try him at home.

Jason: You're all business, aren't you?

Mary: Not always.

Jason: You were New Year's Eve.

Mary: Only with you.

Jason: All right, all right. I guess I had that coming, didn't I?

Mary: Yeah, you really did. Now, if you'll excuse me, I am going in the kitchen, find Ada, say goodbye, and go to work.

Jamie: Oh, hi.

Lisa: Hi, Jamie.

Vicky: Hey, Jamie.

Jamie: Hi, Vicky. Sorry I'm late.

Vicky: Um -- ok, this is my cue to leave and go use the phone.

Lisa: Thanks for keeping me company.

Vicky: Sure.

Lisa: Well, is it good or bad?

Jamie: That depends on your point of view.

Lisa: You were quiet all weekend. I thought maybe you were mad at me.

Jamie: I was thinking.

Lisa: About us?

Jamie: You know I'm not ready for marriage yet.

Lisa: Jamie, we don't have to talk about it anymore.

Jamie: Yes, we do. My mother made me realize something today. My problem is with marriage, not with you.

Lisa: That's good.

Jamie: What would you say to living together?

Lisa: I'd say yes, but if this is because I brought up marriage --

Jamie: It's because I don't want to lose you.

Lisa: Hmm. So, you want to move in, huh?

Jamie: It's either that or I live in my car. All my stuff's in the back seat.

Lisa: Jamie.

Jason: Excuse me. I know I'm butting in, but I just heard you call him Jamie, right?

Jamie: I'm Jamie Frame.

Lisa: Dr. Jamie Frame.

Jamie: Have we met?

Jason: Oh, yeah, a long time ago. I mean, unless I'm missing my guess, which is you're my nephew.

Jamie: Uncle Jason?

Jason: Yeah, that's right.

Jamie: Mom told me you were in town.

Jason: Did she?

Jamie: This is really a pleasure.

Jason: No, it's my pleasure because it's like looking at my brother all over again.

Jamie: Is that right? Well, come on, join us. Excuse me, this is Lisa Grady.

Lisa and Jason: Hi.

Jamie: Lisa, this is my uncle Jason.

Jason: Pleasure.

Lisa: Please, sit down.

Jason: No, no. I heard you guys talking about celebrating. I won't do that to you.

Jamie: No, that's ok. Come on, join us.

Jason: Well, I will take a rain check on that. I mean, we'd bore Lisa to death, sit around and talk about the family.

Jamie: All right, then come out to our house for dinner.

Lisa: Yes, please.

Jason: Well, the thought of a home-cooked meal is not the most depressing thought I've ever had.

Lisa: You have not tasted my cooking yet.

Jason: I have lived on navy grub for, like, 20 years. I'm not a critical audience. We'll do it. You look so much like him, I can't tell you.

Jamie: It's great seeing you.

Jason: Good to see you. Bye. Hi, again.

Mary: Why do you keep doing this?

Jason: I am trying to be friendly. I'm not doing anything. You're the one who's doing things.

Mary: Yeah, like leaving, like now.

Jason: Is it possible that you're afraid that I'll remind you of something you don't want to remember?

Mary: Can't remember. I have told you this and told you this.

Jason: Well, then, if that's the case, what's the big deal?

Mary: The big deal is I don't believe you are trying to be friendly. I think you enjoy needling me.

Jason: Then why don't you ask me what it is I know and get it over with.

Mary: Because I don't care. I have to go to work now.

Ada: Mary, Michael just called. He wants you to wait for him here.

Mary: He does?

Ada: Is that a problem?

Mary: Nothing I can't handle, thank you. Don't you think that you have a captive audience?

Jason: Aren't you just the least little bit curious?

Mary: Frankly, I couldn't care much less what you know about me.

Jason: Is that it? Maybe you're just afraid of what you'll find out.

Donna: You said you love me. I don't care about anything else you said. You said you love me. And I am never, ever going to give you up, Michael.

Amanda: What did you do, go through my desk?

Sam: It never stops with you, does it?

Amanda: All I did was have Michelle send a couple of form letters to my mother's contacts.

Sam: And you never even told me?

Amanda: I didn't even remember the Barringtons were on the list.

Sam: You know, that was the one thing I had left -- that I had sold that painting, that someone thought I was good.

Amanda: They looked at the painting because of me. They bought it because of you.

Sam: That's your analysis of the situation, huh?

Amanda: Isn't it yours?

Sam: No! As a matter of fact, mine's a little bit different. I figured they'd do anything to suck up to your famous parents!

Amanda: That is not true.

Sam: I thought you really believed in me, Amanda.

Amanda: Don't you know that I do?

Sam: Then why didn't you just put my painting in the gallery? How come you had to go hunt somebody up to buy it?

Amanda: You just won't listen.

Sam: No, I won't! Not anymore, Amanda, because I've had it.

Mac: What's all the commotion out here?

Amanda: Daddy --

Mac: Why did fowler rush out like that?

Amanda: This whole thing is hopeless.

Mac: Can you tell me what happened?

Amanda: I didn't think there was anything more that he could find out.

Mac: And?

Amanda: There was more.

Mac: What about?

Amanda: It doesn't matter. Um, I got the article done.

Mac: Oh, great. Been looking forward to reading it.

Amanda: But I can't do any more.

Mac: Why not?

Amanda: I can't keep coming here and running into him and getting false hope.

Mac: Are you saying you're leaving "brava"?

Amanda: I can't take this anymore, Dad. I'm sorry.

Mac: Amanda --

Liz: Amanda -- what happened?

Mac: Oh, she and Fowler. They had some kind of fight.

Liz: I saw that coming.

Mac: She says she's leaving her job here.

Liz: She can't do that!

Mac: It's the only thing she's been happy about since that young man walked out on her.

Liz: Well, what are you going to do?

Mac: What I should've done long ago -- take action.

Liz: Can I help?

Mac: Yes, get me our Paris office on the phone.

Liz: Oh, Mac, it's after 5:00 there --

Mac: I don't care what time it is. I want to talk to somebody in Paris now!

Liz: Yes, sir!

[Door slams]

Jamie: You'll have to come by for dinner real soon, ok?

Jason: You bet.

Jamie: Good.

Jason: Bye.

Lisa: Nice to meet you.

Jason: A pleasure.

Vicky: Hey, you two. What's up?

Jamie: I forgot you were here, Vicky.

Vicky: Oh, thanks, Jamie. You're doing a lot for my ego.

Lisa: You were on the phone for a long time.

Vicky: Well, I was talking to Marley -- collect, of course. Where are you two going?

Lisa: Home. Our place.

Vicky: Ooh, shacking up together, huh?

Jamie: So prosaically put.

Vicky: No, really, it's great. I'm really happy for you guys.

Jamie: Well, thanks.

Lisa: We'll see you later.

Jamie: Bye-bye.

Vicky: Ok, bye.

Michael: Hey, Victoria.

Vicky: Dad, what are you doing here?

Michael: Well, I came here to meet Mary. Honey, what's wrong? You don't look too good.

Vicky: I could say the same thing for you.

Michael: No, I'm ok. Well, except --

Vicky: Except what?

Michael: Look, I have to go away for a few weeks. Would you mind staying by yourself?

Vicky: Why?

Michael: Well, there's a satellite telecommunications deal I got to take care of in Japan.

Vicky: Japan? Oh.

Mary: I thought Gillian was going to do that.

Michael: Well, she was, but I want to handle this myself -- you know, oversee it personally. It's a new project, and you and Jane can handle the office for a weeks alone, can't you?

Mary: Oh, yes, of course. I'm just surprised. You don't usually take the long trips by yourself.

Vicky: Dad, does this have anything to do with Donna?

Michael: No, not at all. Let's just say this venture has opportune timing.

Vicky: Then I'm all for it.

Michael: Great. Look, I'm going to drive Mary back to the office. You want a lift?

Vicky: Oh, sure, just let me get my coat.

Michael: Great.

Mary: I hope the trip helps.

Michael: Well, I think it will. I think this project is of a lot of merit.

Mary: I wasn't talking about the project. It hurts, doesn't it?

Michael: Hurts like hell, Mary.

[Phone rings]

Ada: Mary's place.

Rachel: Mom?

Ada: Oh, Rachel. Hi, honey, what's up?

Rachel: Jamie said that he was going to meet Lisa over there. Are they still there?

Ada: No, you just missed them.

Rachel: Oh, well, it's not important. I'll catch them later.

Ada: Oh, where are you going?

Rachel: To the auction for the Frame farm.

Ada: Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait a minute. Are you really going through with that?

Rachel: Yeah, I am. It's going to be a good investment.

Ada: What about the other interested party?

Rachel: Oh. Jason isn't interested in it.

Ada: Who says?

Rachel: Says Jason. I talked to him this morning. So it's going to be smooth sailing.

Ada: Ok. Good luck.

Ada: Sure you don't want anything but coffee?

Jason: Oh, no time.

Ada: Spoken like a busy man.

Jason: Not today. I got an auction to make.

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