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Another World Transcript Tuesday 1/6/04

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[Doorbell rings]

Michael: Get the money -- who is it?

Woman: Delivery for Mr. Hudson.

Michael: Just hold the line for a sec, would you? What the heck --

Donna: Hi.

Michael: Did you win the Kentucky derby or something?

Donna: No. But since there was a problem with flowers last time, I thought I'd try again.

Vicky: Good morning, Dr. Frame.

Jamie: Hi, Vicky.

Vicky: Oh, don't tell me you're grumpy this morning. It's such a beautiful morning. It's clear and cold and --

Jamie: "Cold," "cold" -- that's what that word is, right there. That's "cold" and -- and something.

Vicky: Don't tell me you're so grumpy that you missed what a gorgeous morning this was.

Jamie: No, you're giving me a detailed rundown, and I'm not grumpy.

Vicky: Sorry.

Jamie: No, you're not.

Vicky: Well, I had a wonderful time in New York.

Jamie: Yeah, New York was fun.

Vicky: So when can we do it again? Is he always like this, ignoring people?

Nurse: Almost never.

Jamie: Listen, find out for me if this is draining or dosage, will you, please?

Nurse: Mm-hmm.

Jamie: Thank you very much. Here, just take the -- take this one, too. Thank you.

Vicky: So, Jamie, when are we going to take another trip to New York?

Lisa: You were in New York together?

Nicole: Whoops! Sorry.

Cass: My time's up, I guess, huh?

Nicole: No. I just have to remember to knock.

Cass: Well, it's all yours. I'll be done in a second.

Nicole: I can't believe you're up this early.

Cass: It's after 8:30.

Nicole: What time did you get to bed?

Cass: Actually, I didn't.

Nicole: Yeah, I woke up at 3:00 and the typewriter was still going full blast.

Cass: Oh, I was on a roll!

Nicole: Yeah, the preface to Kathleen's book.

Cass: Uh-huh. And guess what.

Nicole: What?

Cass: I finished it.

Nicole: You did, really?

Cass: Yeah. Would you like to read it?

Nicole: Yes, very much.

Cass: Well, come in.

Nicole: Ok.

Cass: It's funny. Just as I finished typing the last word, the sun came up and a beam of light came through the window and lit up the page. I mean, it was as if --

Nicole: What?

Cass: It was as if Kathleen was telling me that I did ok and that it was finished. I sound like one of those spiritual nuts that come on talk shows, don't I?

Nicole: No, you don't. You don't sound like that at all.

Cass: Well, at any rate, I've written it.

Nicole: Well, how do you feel?

Cass: Pretty good, like I've finally resolved something.

Nicole: Oh, good. I'm happy.

Cass: I've been thinking about you.

Nicole: Really?

Cass: You've done more than your share around here, and it's going to stop.

Nicole: Oh --

Cass: And the first priority is the fashion show.

Nicole: Right, well, I probably better get myself together and then we can both start working on it.

Cass: And I'll go call Felicia and Mitch and get to the bottom of why they're behaving so oddly.

Nicole: Yeah, yeah. I wonder what could have happened over in France.

Cass: We'll soon find out why they're lying.

Mitch's voice: Yes or no?

Felicia's voice: My answer is yes.

Mitch: So how do you feel?

Felicia: You know, you could let me know when you're awake.

Mitch: I'm awake.

Felicia: That's better.

Mitch: You have cold feet.

Felicia: Well, you should know that better than anybody.

Mitch: I was talking about the engagement.

Felicia: Oh.

Mitch: You happy?

[Phone rings]

Mitch: Uh-uh, uh-uh --


Felicia: What?

Mitch: Just let the machine get it.

Felicia: It could be an important call, you know.

Mitch: Mm-hmm. But it's morning.

Felicia: Right.

Mitch: And in the light of a new day --

Felicia: Yeah?

Mitch: I want to know how you feel.

Felicia: Hmm. You know, I've been thinking about that.

Mitch: Good.

Felicia: And I know exactly how I feel.

Mitch: Tell me.

Felicia: Oh, I think first things first.

Cass: Well, either they're not in or they're just not picking up the phone.

Nicole: Who?

Cass: Felicia and Mitch. Something is definitely up with them.

Nicole: Yeah. Yeah.

Cass: Otherwise, why would they be acting so weird? And why are you?

Nicole: Huh? What?

Cass: I think the world of your back, but I'm not crazy about talking to it.

Nicole: Oh. I'm sorry.

Cass: You've been crying.

Nicole: Yeah.

Cass: Why?

Nicole: This.

Cass: Oh, you've already read that?

Nicole: Oh, it is beautiful, Cass.

Cass: You really think so?

Nicole: Oh -- you and Kathleen had such a wonderful life together.

Cass: Well, she was something.

Nicole: Yeah, Rachel and Mac are going to just love what you've written.

Cass: They should thank you.

Nicole: Me?

Cass: I couldn't have done it without you.

Nicole: I didn't do anything.

Cass: Well, of course you did -- last night. Don't you remember?

Nicole: No, you figured things out for yourself. I just happened to be there.

Cass: Well, you've been there a lot. Thanks.

Nicole: Well, you're the one who wrote this.

Cass: But I almost didn't. Don't you remember what you said?

Nicole: I say a lot of things.

Cass: Well, now, this is true. But you said that I probably couldn't write the preface because I hadn't said goodbye to Kathleen.

Nicole: Oh. I was afraid I hurt you when I said that.

Cass: Well, it was kind of a kick in the gut.

Nicole: I'm sorry.

Cass: No, no, it's -- it's exactly what I needed. I did it last night, before I wrote this.

Nicole: You just -- you write so well. I couldn't stop crying.

Cass: You should have seen me saying goodbye to Kathleen. Now, that was a real tear-jerker.

Nicole: Where'd you go?

Cass: To her grave. See, I've been avoiding it. In fact, Vince has been asking me what I thought of Kathleen's gravestone, and I -- I just kept taking evasive action. I couldn't face it. But last night I did.

Nicole: Oh. Kathleen would be so proud.

Donna: Well, I didn't want to risk my note being intercepted by another one of your admiring assistants, so, I'm the note.

Michael: Well, thank you. It's large.

Donna: Don't you want to hear the note?

Michael: Sure.

Donna: Michael, that's about the most unenthusiastic "sure" I've ever heard.

Michael: Well, I'm sorry. I just -- I've got a long day. I'm already behind schedule.

Donna: Oh. Oh, well, I'm sorry. I mean, this can wait. But I can't stay anyway.

Michael: Look, Donna, I don't mean to push you out the door.

Donna: No! No, you're not. I have to get over to the design center, and then I have a doctor's appointment.

Michael: What's wrong?

Donna: Nothing. It's just a checkup.

Michael: You just had one.

Donna: I know. But I'm not taking any chances. I am carrying your baby.

Michael: But everything's normal? You're fine?

Donna: Yes. Would you like to go to the appointment with me?

Michael: I can't.

Donna: Oh. Michael, I really would like for you to be a part of all this.

Michael: Well, me, too, Donna.

Donna: Listen, how about dinner? I mean, if your busy schedule will be finished in time. I mean, my treat.

Michael: I have meetings, many meetings.

Donna: Ok. Well, I've got plenty of things to do. Not quite sure what they are, but I'm sure there's something.

Michael: Wait a minute. This I don't believe.

Donna: What?

Michael: Well, you're not putting up a fight.

Donna: Well, you're not dealing with the old Donna anymore.

Michael: She never would have given up so easily.

Donna: No. No. She would have been plotting and scheming to try to get you away from that meeting.

Michael: Yeah.

Donna: A fainting spell, perhaps, hmm?

Michael: Ah, fainting spell. It would have cleared up just around dinnertime.

Donna: Yes. Ooh, oh, or wait a minute. You might have gotten a mysterious message saying that she was being held captive by a pirate chieftain and she was going to be sold into slavery.

Michael: Subtle, but effective.

Donna: You know, it's no fun to be so predictable!

Michael: You're not. Believe me, you're not.

Donna: All right, all right. Well, I promise you, no fainting spells or messages, hmm?

Michael: Look, how about a rain check?

Donna: All right. Consider it a standing invitation.

Michael: We'll see.

Donna: Well, I do have to eat sometime, right?

Jamie: Yeah, Vicky had to go to New York to do some shopping.

Vicky: Right, right.

Jamie: And then when Nathan heard she was coming, she -- oh, he gave her some patient files to give to me.

Lisa: Well, that makes sense.

Vicky: Yeah, it was really no trouble.

Jamie: I was going to tell you about it last night, but you were asleep.

Lisa: I tried to stay up.

Jamie: Yeah, well, you -- you even slept through the phone this morning.

Lisa: Who called?

Jamie: The hospital. I forgot to set the alarm.

Lisa: You must have been very tired.

Jamie: Did you get my note?

Lisa: What note?

Jamie: On the fridge. I left a note on the refrigerator for you.

Lisa: I haven't gone near the fridge this morning.

Vicky: You're kidding. Oh, that's the first place I go in the morning.

Lisa: Well, I was too nervous to eat.

Jamie: Nervous? Why?

Lisa: I have another interview with the police station.

Vicky: Hmm.

Jamie: Another interview? How many does this make?

Lisa: This one is with Captain Delaney.

Jamie: Oh. Well, listen, call my grandmother. She's got Delaney wrapped around her pinky.

Lisa: No nepotism.

Jamie: Of course. What am I talking about? You don't need any help. I mean, who could possibly refuse you? Huh?

Lisa: I'll remember that. How about a kiss for good luck?

Jamie: How about a kiss because I love you?

Jamie: Mmm.

Lisa: I wish that you had woken me up last night.

Jamie: Oh, yeah? Why is that?

Lisa: I missed you.

Jamie: I missed you, too.

Vicky: Well, I -- I -- I have some really important work to do.

Lisa: So, did you have fun with Vicky in New York?

Jamie: Well --

[pager beeps]

Jamie: You mean, compared to being beeped every five minutes? Sure. I've got to run. See you later.

Mitch: I love you.

Felicia: I love you, too. And I love my new ring.

Mitch: Hmm, that's good.

Felicia: In fact, I'm starting to like the idea of being engaged. Hmm.

Mitch: Anything else?

Felicia: Oh, I just wish everyone could feel this way.

Mitch: That's good.

Felicia: Oh. Poor Cass and Nicole.

Mitch: Uh-uh.

Felicia: What?

Mitch: Changing the subject.

Felicia: Well, it's just that, you know, they've had so many problems in the last few months and --

Mitch: Yes, I know.

Felicia: I just hate for them to have any more trouble.

Mitch: Well, so do I. But there might not be any getting around it.

Felicia: I know. I know. You're right.

Mitch: And from what happened in France, it might be inevitable.

Felicia: Where are you going?

Mitch: I want to check that message. I've got a deadline at "Brava" I might have to make.

Cass' voice: Felicia? Honey, you there?

Mitch: Wrong.

Cass' voice: I guess you're not. But I need to talk to you and Mitch. You can't fool me with all of that bon vivant stuff. I'll talk to you later, and you'd better come clean.

Felicia: I guess there's no getting around it, huh?

Mitch: So we tell them.

Felicia: My least favorite thing in the world to do is to hand out bad news.

Mitch: So we give them the good news first.

Felicia: What good news?

Mitch: About us.

Felicia: Oh. Right. You know, I can't wait to tell Wally.

Mitch: I know. I wonder why he hasn't called.

Felicia: I'll see him today. He'll be so happy.

Mitch: You think so?

Felicia: Yeah. He's crazy about you, just like I am.

Cass: Ok.

Nicole: Oh. Who was at the door?

Cass: A messenger. I sent my preface over to Cory Publishing.

Nicole: Good.

Cass: And Donna's downstairs --

Nicole: Yeah?

Cass: Working.

Nicole: Well, that's good.

Cass: And you're not.

Nicole: Just give me a minute, ok?

Cass: Why? What's up? What are you looking at?

Nicole: Oh, it's mama's watch. It's -- it's just so strange.

Cass: Your mother left you a strange watch?

Nicole: Cass?

Cass: Hmm?

Nicole: It's an heirloom. It's just -- you know, you'd figure there'd be words written on the back here, but not numbers.

Cass: Numbers?

Nicole: It's like a secret code or something.

Cass: Let me see.

Nicole: What do you think?

Cass: It must mean something to somebody.

Nicole: Yeah. I wonder what. Oh. There's just so many things I don't know about mama.

Cass: How old were you when she died?

Nicole: 14. After she left us, the family was never the same.

Cass: A suicide is such an awful thing.

Nicole: Yeah. You know, nobody wanted to talk to me about it.

Cass: They probably didn't know what to say.

Nicole: Especially my father.

Cass: Did you ask him about the watch?

Nicole: We're not speaking.

Cass: If I were you, I'd keep it that way.

Nicole: You know, I just haven't been able to stop thinking about my mother lately. I just -- I just miss her so much, you know? I thought, I mean, after all these years that -- all of a sudden, it's just all coming back.

Cass: Maybe it's because of me.

Nicole: Why do you say that?

Cass: You knew what I needed to do. Maybe you just haven't said goodbye to your mother.

Nicole: I saw her at dinner, and then she went to her room. I never saw her after that.

Vicky: I'll be there in a few minutes. Lisa, you're still here.

Lisa: Yeah.

Vicky: I'm surprised. I thought you would have given up on Jamie long ago and gone home.

Lisa: Well, I have a few minutes to kill before my interview.

Vicky: Oh. He really is incredible, isn't he?

Lisa: What do you mean?

Vicky: Oh, out last night burning up the dance floors till 11:00 and then back today for a whole shift. You know, he just has a lot of energy.

Lisa: Yeah, I guess he does.

Vicky: Well, I've got to get back to work. Good luck with your interview today.

Lisa: Vicky, wait! Tell me about New York.

Vicky: Jamie didn't tell you about it?

Lisa: No. He didn't have time.

Vicky: Oh, I don't think you would believe what happened.

Lisa: Try me.

Vicky: Have you ever heard of the Acropolis?

Lisa: The one in Athens?

Vicky: No. The restaurant.

Lisa: Oh.

Vicky: Greek?

Lisa: Oh, I think so.

Vicky: Well, I think when we were there, I almost embarrassed Jamie to death.

Lisa: Why?

Vicky: Have you ever heard of the "Zorba the Greek" dance?

Lisa: I think so.

Vicky: Well, it started off, the waiter and I first started dancing.

Lisa: You were dancing with a Greek waiter?

Vicky: I know -- kind of hard to imagine, isn't it?

Lisa: Hmm.

Vicky: But then I got really caught up, and it was -- we started throwing plates.

Lisa: You threw plates.

Vicky: Yeah, and I just got caught up in the tradition, and -- but Jamie insisted upon paying the damage.

Lisa: How gallant.

Vicky: Yeah. Well, and then we went to dinner. Oh!

Lisa: Of course.

Vicky: And Jamie said to the waiter, "oh, tell this woman she can have anything she wants as long as it doesn't come on a plate." It was hysterical.

Lisa: Well, that sounds like a night to remember.

Vicky: Yeah, well, I guess you just had to be there. Jamie was a lot of fun, and I -- you know that.

Lisa: Well, Jamie and I have never thrown plates together.

Vicky: Oh, Lisa, really, you should try it sometime.

Lisa: Well, Jamie and I have a different kind of fun.

Vicky: Of course. Well, you two are much closer.

Lisa: As a matter of fact, I think I'll go find out where Jamie is right now.

Vicky: Ok. Lisa, I just want you to know it means a lot to me that you and Jamie are my friends. Thanks a lot.

Lisa: Don't mention it.

Jamie: Ah, there you are. I was hoping you'd wait for me.

Lisa: You look happy.

Jamie: Yes. Dawn is leaving the hospital today. She's feeling much better.

Lisa: That's wonderful.

Jamie: Yeah.

Lisa: I just talked to Vicky.

Jamie: Oh, yeah?

Lisa: She said you had a great time.

Jamie: She -- she what?

Lisa: In New York.

Jamie: Uh -- well, how did this come up? I mean --

Lisa: Vicky. Well, she filled me in all the details.

Jamie: "Details"?

Lisa: Oh, yeah -- dinner and dancing and throwing plates?

Jamie: Don't tell me you're jealous.

Lisa: Jealous? You run into a beautiful woman in New York and you take her out for a night on the town and she has the time of her life? Why would I be jealous?

Jamie: I love this.

Lisa: I'm so glad.

Jamie: I mean, can I help it if women just find me irresistible? It's just something you'll have to learn to live with.

Lisa: You better watch out.

Jamie: For what?

Lisa: You might get a taste of your own medicine, doctor.

Jamie: Uh-oh.

Lisa: Who knows? I may start working at the police station with all those gorgeous cops and --

Jamie: No, you wouldn't do that!

Lisa: I might never come home at night.

Jamie: You wouldn't do that!

Lisa: I might even meet a real cute cop and throw some plates.

Jamie: No! Please! Please! Just say it isn't so, please!

Lisa: I'll see you later, Zorba.

Jamie: No, where are you going?

Lisa: To my interview.

Jamie: Oh. Oh, that's right now, huh?

Lisa: Yeah.

Jamie: Well, listen, good luck.

Lisa: Thanks. Meet me for a late breakfast.

Jamie: Well, I'll see if I can fit you in. Yeah.

Lisa: I'll bring my own plates.

[Jamie chuckles, then growls]

Dawn: Jamie.

Jamie: Yeah -- oh, hey! You're ready to leave already, huh?

Dawn: Yeah. I just had to talk to you.

Jamie: What's wrong?

Dawn: Well, when I was signing my release, I saw my bill.

Jamie: Yeah. A.Z.T. is rather expensive.

Dawn: $100 a month?

Chad: Would you like to explain to me why they let her see her hospital bill?

Dawn: They asked how I was going to pay for it, and I said I don't know.

Chad: Don't worry, all right?

Dawn: I don't have any insurance, Chad! I owe $20,000!

Chad: I've already handled it.

Dawn: You -- you have? How?

Donna: Oh! Oh!

Felicia: Thank you.

Donna: That's wonderful! I am so happy for you!

Mitch: It's not like she got engaged to herself.

Donna: Oh, no, no, no, no! Of course not. Come here, you. Oh, this is so wonderful! Oh, I think it's just so wonderful for all of us. I really feel like we've turned a corner in all our lives.

Felicia: It's going to be good for everybody soon. You'll see.

Donna: Oh, I hope you're right.

Felicia: You know, speaking of corners, I just -- I walked into Cass and Nicole up there.

Donna: Oh, really?

Felicia: Yeah.

Donna: Well --

Mitch: Look, I haven't spoken with my brother since I got back --

Felicia: Oh.

Mitch: So is there a phone in the back I can use?

Donna: Oh, yes, yes, of course. Right back there.

Mitch: Don't leave.

Felicia: I wouldn't think of it.

Donna: Listen, what do you mean, "Cass and Nicole"?

Felicia: Well --

Cass: What did you say about Cass and Nicole?

Felicia: Well, I just wondered where you were, that's all.

Donna: Ah, Nicole --

Cass: Oh, yeah?

Felicia: Mm-hmm, that's it.

Donna: Listen, I've done about 20 invitations --

Nicole: Thanks.

Donna: But the rest are going to have to wait until I get back from my doctor's appointment, and -- oh. And, you, congratulations!

Felicia: Thank you.

Donna: Oh, I want to talk to you later. You are going to tell me all the details, hmm? Bye-bye.

Nicole: Bye.

Cass: Congratulations on what?

Mitch: I couldn't get an answer --

Felicia: Oh.

Mitch: Hi, Nicole.

Nicole: Hi.

Mitch: Cass.

Cass: Hi. What is going on with you guys?

Felicia: Well, we have good news and we have some bad news.

Dawn: Don't worry about it, Chad. I don't have any insurance.

Chad: Scott and I are taking care of it.

Dawn: Oh, ok, and you're going to rob a bank, too, right?

Chad: Hey. Chill out.

Dawn: I just know that he doesn't have any money. Every penny he's got goes toward his law school loan, that's all.

Chad: Well, I've got some savings.

Dawn: I am your sister, and I know what you have.

Chad: Look, the money's not important.

Dawn: We're not talking about five bucks here. It's $20,000.

Chad: Hey, hey. I don't care if it was a million dollars. You are getting better, and that is all that is important, ok?

Dawn: You weren't even going to tell me, were you?

Chad: No.

Dawn: Chad!

Chad: Come on! Will you just listen to me? All this time I have felt so helpless, and now I finally got something to do for you. Will you just trust me on this one, kiddo, and let me help you? Please? Don't take this away from me.

Dawn: Chad.

Chad: Because -- because if you love me, then you won't say another word about it, ok? All right?

Dawn: You know, you really know how to get a guilt trip going, you know?

Chad: Well, what can I tell you? I got to do what I got to do.

Dawn: Ok, I love you again.

Chad: Ok.

[Chad laughs]

Chad: I love you.

Nurse: Are you ready, Dawn?

Dawn: Yeah, sure.

Nurse: Dr. Frame wrote you a prescription for A.Z.T.

Dawn: Ok.

Nurse: You want me to show you to the pharmacy?

Dawn: Yeah, ok. I'll see you soon.

Chad: Yeah.

Dawn: Ok.

Jamie: Ahem. Listen, Chad, if there's anything, anything at all that I can do, I'd be glad to.

Chad: You know, Dr. Frame, I -- I only got enough money for about two months of A.Z.T.

Jamie: You can't put any of that on the hospital bill?

Chad: No, I can't do it.

Jamie: Well, then maybe there are some city or state funds available.

Chad: Yeah, well, Scott's looking into that today.

Jamie: Oh, well, good. Listen, I'll check with the hospital. Perhaps there's some grant money available, too.

Chad: Thanks.

Jamie: Ok. That's no problem.

Chad: Appreciate that.

Jamie: It's no problem at all.

Chad: I know we've had our differences and I've had my doubts about you. Dawn's just real lucky to have you.

Donna: Victoria, we have to talk sometime. Why not now?

Cass: You're really going to do it?

Felicia: Well, we're engaged anyway.

Cass: Let me see.

Nicole: Hey, that's really great news, Mitch.

Mitch: Thank you. I think so.

Cass: Wow.

Felicia: It's nice, isn't it?

Cass: Yeah!

Felicia: So, you don't think I'm making a mistake, do you?

Cass: Well, Kathleen fell in love with the wrong kind of guy, and look how happy we were.

Felicia: Oh, stop it.

[Cass and Felicia laugh]

Mitch: There's a compliment in there somewhere.

Felicia: There is. I'm telling you, there is.

Mitch: Thanks, Cass.

Cass: You're a very lucky man, Mitch.

Mitch: You're telling me?

Nicole: Well, we'll have to celebrate.

Cass: Yes, but not before you tell us the bad news.

Felicia: Hmm, yeah, the bad news, yeah.

Nicole: It's that bad, huh?

Mitch: Well, it's about Rex Allingham.

Nicole: He's dead.

Felicia: He -- he had plans for the both of you.

Cass: What are you saying, Felicia?

Mitch: His plans might still be in the works.

Cass: You're not serious.

Nicole: The man is dead.

Felicia: I know. I know this sounds crazy, but it's true.

Cass: What might still be in the works?

Mitch: Things started when we saw Jacques.

Nicole: Du Ponier? The man in charge of the monte Carlo fashion show?

Felicia: Yes, the same.

Cass: What's he got to do with this?

Felicia: Well, he says that Cass -- or in this case, Rex -- paid to have Nicole's designs to be part of that show.

Cass: He was paid?

Felicia: Well, it seems that Jacques is just as susceptible to a dollar as everybody else.

Nicole: You mean I wasn't invited?

Felicia: No, no, honey, it's not that at all. In fact, according to Jacques, you were going to be invited to be in the Paris show.

Cass: Which is even more prestigious.

Felicia: That's right. But, you see, Rex made sure that your first showing would be in Monte Carlo.

Nicole: I don't believe this.

Cass: Why would he do that?

Mitch: It seems like he had plans for Nicole.

Cass: Wait a minute. I think I'm beginning to get it. Nicole would be a huge success at Monte Carlo and draw lots of attention to herself, and then Rex would kill her and let me loose.

Felicia: That's right. To take the blame, of course.

Nicole: Oh, my gosh.

Cass: But how do you know that this plan might still be alive?

Nicole: Since Rex isn't?

Mitch: There's something else.

Felicia: We were followed, Cass.

Cass: Where?

Mitch: In Paris, and again in Monte Carlo.

Felicia: I didn't notice it, but Mitch did.

Mitch: I kept seeing the same guy on the same corner, wearing the same trench coat, reading the same newspaper.

Cass: So Rex wasn't working alone, then?

Nicole: I guess not.

Cass: And this guy in the trench coat is the guy that Rex left behind to make sure he got his revenge.

Vicky: Donna, I've really got to get to work.

Donna: Victoria, it's ok. I'm not angry with you. I know that you feel uncomfortable with me.

Vicky: Then why don't you just walk away?

Donna: You want me to leave you alone? Do you want me to pretend that I don't care?

Vicky: I've got to get to work.

Donna: Victoria -- look, please, just talk to me for a few minutes, ok?

Vicky: All right, Donna, what do you want to talk about?

Donna: Well -- how about your trip to New York, for instance? Well, how was it?

Vicky: Fine.

Donna: Fine? That's it? That's all you're going to say?

Vicky: Donna, I'm very busy. If this is the only thing you came here to talk about, forget it.

Donna: Uh --

Vicky: What?

Donna: I guess I'm going to have to get used to this. Ahem.

Vicky: Get used to what?

Donna: Uh -- the baby just moved.

Vicky: Well, doesn't it do that quite often?

Donna: As a matter of fact, yes, a lot lately. This little one is quite the mover. However, he or she cannot compare to the way you and Marley moved and kicked. I mean, for three solid months, you kept me up half the night.

Vicky: I'm sorry about that.

Donna: No, don't be. I loved every minute of it.

Vicky: Must be kind of weird.

Donna: No. Actually, it's kind of wonderful. All right, wonderful and, yes, weird.

Vicky: I can't imagine a baby.

Donna: I know -- your little brother or sister.

Vicky: Right.

Donna: Have you thought about it?

Vicky: Thought about what?

Donna: If it's going to be a boy or a girl?

Vicky: No, I haven't. Have you?

Donna: No. I really don't care, as long as he or she is healthy and is as beautiful as you and Marley.

Vicky: Great. Well, I've got to get to work.

Dawn: Hi.

[Cheryl gasps]

Cheryl: Dawn! Welcome home! Oh, it's so good to see you!

Dawn: What is that?

Cheryl: Oh, that? That's -- that's a picture I found of pops. He's going to kill me when he sees that hanging up there.

Chad: I thought they outlawed ties that wide.

Dawn: No, it looks hand painted.

Cheryl: You know, I'm just about to take a break. You want to go get some lunch?

Dawn: Oh, you know, I would love to. It's just that I'm going to go right upstairs, get my music books, because I'm going to make my 11:00 class.

Cheryl: Ok.

Dawn: So, I'll call you as soon as I get back, ok?

Cheryl: All right.

Dawn: Ok.

Cheryl: Ok.

Chad: Ok, see you, kiddo.

Cheryl: Hi.

Chad: Hi.

Cheryl: So, she's off to class.

Chad: Yeah. I just hope she's not overdoing it.

Cheryl: She looks so much better, doesn't she?

Chad: Yeah, and I want to keep it that way, too.

Cheryl: I think it's great she's going right back to school right away.

Chad: I just can't help hoping.

Cheryl: You look kind of tired.

Chad: Yeah, well, I don't sleep too well these days.

Cheryl: You're worried about Dawn.

Chad: That and cash and --

Cheryl: Have you figured it out yet?

Chad: No, not yet. But I'm working on it. I'll do whatever it takes. Excuse me.

Cheryl: Chad -- you're not --

Chad: I told you, I'm through with that life.

Cheryl: I've been thinking a lot about what you told me.

Chad: Yeah, me, too. I think about it all the time.

Cheryl: What you did was wrong.

Chad: No kidding.

Cheryl: You didn't make Dawn sick, Chad.

Chad: No, not directly.

Cheryl: Come on. I mean, feeling guilty about it, it's kind of like thinking about yourself and not even thinking about Dawn.

Chad: Wait, wait, don't you say that. She is all I think about. I have to help her, see, because I have to somehow make it up to her -- before she's --

Dawn: Mr. Whitney?

Mr. Whitney: Dawn.

Dawn: Hi. Shouldn't you be back in school?

Mr. Whitney: I was just about to ask someone if you were here.

Dawn: What? You mean, you came here looking for me?

Mr. Whitney: You live upstairs, by the way?

Dawn: Yes, I do.

Cheryl: Hey, Dawn, I thought you were supposed to catch an 11:00 class.

Dawn: Oh, Cheryl, this is Mr. Whitney, our faculty advisor. Mr. Whitney, this is my girlfriend Cheryl McKinnon.

Cheryl: Hi.

Mr. Whitney: Hello.

Cheryl: If you guys need a table or anything, just let me know, ok? Bye.

Mr. Whitney: Good to see you, Dawn. How are you feeling?

Dawn: Well, I'm feeling well enough to go back to class this afternoon.

Mr. Whitney: Actually, that's why I came to see you. That might not be a very good idea.

Cass: I'm going to France.

Felicia: Cass --

Cass: No, don't worry.

Nicole: No, you're not going to deal with this alone.

Cass: Oh, I'm not?

Nicole: No, Cass, we are in this together. Now, these are my designs, and you have your life savings in this business.

Cass: Ah, I'd back you again, too, anytime.

Nicole: No, we're going ahead with our plans for the show.

Felicia: Nicole!

Nicole: Look, all we have to do is find out who's trying to stop us and stop him first.

Dawn: Why shouldn't I go back to school?

Mr. Whitney: This is extremely difficult.

Dawn: Tell me!

Mr. Whitney: Our school is small.

Dawn: I know that, ok? I know that. So what?

Mr. Whitney: Word gets around fast.

Dawn: Oh -- you just get to the point!

Mr. Whitney: Look, when people found out that you have -- that you are ill --

Dawn: That I have AIDS. You know, you can say that.

Mr. Whitney: All right -- that you had AIDS -- when they found that out, they started --

Dawn: Who found that out? Who? Who? The teachers? The students? Who?

Mr. Whitney: No, no, some teachers, some students.

Dawn: Some?

Mr. Whitney: Not everyone reacted this way. But to be honest, more than I expected. It's a great disappointment to me, but I -- I'm confused. I don't know how to handle this.

Dawn: What are you talking about? And who reacted what way? What?

Mr. Whitney: Dawn, they're upset. They're worried.

Dawn: What are they worried about? Me, or are they worried about them?

Mr. Whitney: They're worried about being exposed.

Dawn: Oh, for heaven's sakes! Come on! Are they ignorant or something?

Mr. Whitney: It's a terrible disease, Dawn.

Dawn: You don't think I know that, Mr. Whitney?

Mr. Whitney: Can't you understand people being concerned?

Dawn: No, not if they're sitting next to me in a music class. Don't they read the news? Don't they listen to the -- the news at all? Don't they watch tv? Come on, you're the teacher! You should know better! Can't you just explain to them? Can't you tell them?

Mr. Whitney: I need time.

Dawn: Oh! You need time?

Mr. Whitney: It's for your sake, too, Dawn. Look, I don't think you'd be comfortable in a situation like this.

Dawn: Look, I feel fine. If they don't like it, that is their problem!

Mr. Whitney: I know you're upset --

Dawn: Oh.

Mr. Whitney: I know that. I do know that. This isn't easy for me, either. Just give me a day -- two days.

Dawn: What if I don't want to?

Mr. Whitney: You have to.

Dawn: What are you talking about? What are you saying?

Mr. Whitney: You won't be allowed back in school, Dawn. Look, I'm sorry.

Vicky: Hi, dad.

Michael: Hey. You're home early.

Vicky: Yeah, well, I only worked the morning shift today.

Michael: Great. Let me take you to lunch, all right?

Vicky: Oh, I'd love it. Who sent the flowers?

Michael: Donna.

Vicky: Twice in a week. Her florist must be thrilled.

Michael: Victoria, I wish you wouldn't be so cynical about her.

Vicky: Ok, so what happened yesterday after I left?

Michael: Nothing.

Vicky: No more kissing?

Michael: Victoria, I said nothing happened.

Vicky: You know, dad, she's trying to use this baby to get to us.

Michael: Victoria, this baby happens to be your brother or sister.

Vicky: Oh, well, you'll forgive me if I don't look at it that way.

Michael: How do you look at it?

Vicky: Dad, if this kid isn't your child, then he's --

Michael: This is my baby!

Vicky: Oh. Obviously, something did happen yesterday.

Michael: No, I just -- I saw it in her eyes. I know.

Vicky: Oh, please. Huh.

Michael: Victoria, look, I know how difficult this is for you. I know you saw John and Donna together. How do you think I feel? But I am not going to let that destroy my love for this baby -- my baby.

Vicky: Fine. It's yours, your baby, my brother or sister. So what?

Michael: "So what?"

Vicky: So you expect me to forget everything that happened just because she happens to be carrying your child?

Michael: Victoria, she's trying to make amends.

Vicky: Well, I don't care!

Michael: Hey, look, this is not good. This resentment you have for her is not good for you.

Vicky: She came by the hospital today.

Michael: You saw her?

Vicky: Oh, yeah. She was so excited. The new baby was moving around.

Michael: What about you?

Vicky: What about me?

Michael: How did you feel?

Vicky: I just hope she takes care of this kid better than she took care of me.

Michael: Victoria -- Victoria, come back! Victoria, you are going to talk to me about this.

Jamie: Well, hi. How'd it go?

Lisa: I blew it.

Jamie: You blew it?

Lisa: I mentioned your name, and they all turned thumbs down.

Jamie: You got the job, didn't you?

Lisa: I start next week.

Jamie: Congratulations.

Lisa: Thanks. I'm going to be a community affairs representative.

Jamie: Oh. Sounds impressive.

Lisa: Well, I hope the job lives up to the title.

Jamie: Well, what kind of work is it going to be?

Lisa: Well, it's going to be some public relations, work with the Press, and setting up programs to help people help themselves.

Jamie: You'll be great at that.

Lisa: I think so, too.

Jamie: I mean, if I had some problems with the police, there's nobody I'd rather talk to than you. Way to go.

Lisa: Thanks.

Cheryl: How can people be so stupid?

Dawn: I never expected this.

Cheryl: Maybe you can study at home and get a tutor. What do you think? At least until they figure it out.

Dawn: Oh -- oh, nothing they can say could keep me out of school! Nothing!

Felicia: Who? You know, I'm starting to feel like an owl here.

Nicole: What about Reginald?

Cass: You think he could be behind this?

Nicole: Well, he did try to burn us out before.

Mitch: It's a possibility.

Felicia: Your own father?

Nicole: Oh, he hasn't been my father for a long time. What if he has a little surprise set up for us over in Monte Carlo?

Michael: Victoria, this baby is going to be part of our family.

Vicky: Not mine.

Michael: Vicky --

Vicky: She turned her back on me, dad!

Michael: Victoria, it was not her decision. Come on, you were taken from her at birth. She wasn't allowed to raise you or love you any more than I was.

Vicky: What is the point?

Michael: The point here is that we have a chance.

I have a chance, and so do you.

Vicky: Chance for what?

Michael: To make something good out of the mess this family's become! Come on, Vicky, we can join together here in a new way. What do you say?

Vicky: So she's got you right where she wants you.

Michael: What is that supposed to mean?

Vicky: It means that she's been planning this from the beginning, and you know it. She's just trying to use this pregnancy to get to you.

Michael: Victoria, I don't care what she's trying to do! We are a family, and this child may hold this family together whether you like it or not!

Vicky: Yeah, some family we have.

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