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Another World Transcript Thursday 1/22/04
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Nicole: You really shouldn't have.
Nicole: Bought me this chain.
Cass: Don't you like it?
Nicole: No, I love it. I'm just --
Cass: Allergic to gold?
Cass: Presents confuse you.
Nicole: You confuse me.
Nicole: Well, just -- things you do.
Cass: Like what?
Nicole: You know very well what.
Cass: No, give me an example.
Nicole: Like -- well, like this.
Nicole: You're confusing me again.
Cass: Don't you like it?
Nicole: Being confused?
Cass: No, the chain.
Nicole: Oh, I'm not talking about the chain. I'm talking about --
Nicole: Well, the chain. What else would I be talking about?
Cass: The kiss.
Cass: Yeah, earlier, when we kissed.
Nicole: There. You see?
Nicole: Well, now, that's how you confuse me. I try to talk about it, but you don't want to talk about it. And then I want to talk about it, but you all of a sudden are talking about it, and I'm not sure --
Cass: Nicole, Nicole --
Cass: Don't talk about it.
Mitch: Nicole? I've got the proofs of the -- the show.
Mitch: Look, I think maybe I'll just -- I'll come back. I didn't mean to interrupt.
Cass: Interrupt what? We were just fooling around. Ahem. What you got there?
Nicole: "Just fooling around"?
Jamie: Lisa, what's going on?
Lisa: Shh, shh, just be quiet. Just stay back.
Reginald: Nicole should be at the design house.
Andre: I'll find her.
Reginald: Don't hurt her. Just get the watch.
Andre: I'll take care of it.
Jamie: Would you tell me what's going on?
Jamie: Who is that guy?
Lisa: Wait. So -- how's everything at the hospital?
Jamie: What was that all about?
Jamie: Well, why are you -- why are you dressed like -- in that outfit?
Jamie: Since when does a community relations person dress like a -- like that in the middle of the afternoon?
Lisa: I'm sorry, Jamie, but I really can't talk about it.
Jamie: You're doing it again.
Lisa: Doing what?
Jamie: The same thing you did the last time you worked for the police -- getting in over your head.
Lisa: That's not true. I know exactly what I'm doing.
Jamie: Lisa, talk to me.
Lisa: Jamie --
Jamie: What are you getting involved in? What are you mixed up in?
Mary: Yes, a watch. Elizabeth was on the floor, and Reginald was over her, asking her about a watch.
Jason: Go on.
Mary: That -- that's it. She's on the floor. He's over her. He has the gun. He's asking --
Jason: Wait -- wait a minute. He shot her, and now he's going to ask her questions?
Mary: Well, you're right. She's supposed to be dead. What is he doing asking her about a watch?
Jason: I don't know. Look, you're awake. You're feeling much better. I'd better get --
Mary: Hold it a second. You do, too, know.
Jason: Mary, you need rest. I mean real sleep.
Mary: I am not going to do anything until you tell me what's going on here. What is this about a watch, and why is it so important to Reginald?
Jason: You and your headaches.
Mary: I already have one, and he's standing in front of me.
Jason: Hey, I got a perfect remedy. See you.
Mary: Yeah, you talk.
Jason: Mary, you remember a watch. That's fine. Doesn't mean I necessarily understand anything about it.
Mary: Jason, I'm really getting bored with this.
Jason: Fine. I'll see you. History, bye -- did you ever consider defense for the Washington Redskins?
Mary: Do you ever consider just telling me what you know?
Jason: What makes you think I know anything about that watch?
Mary: For one thing, the way you panicked when I brought it up in the first place.
Jason: Navy men never, ever panic.
Mary: Well, you're not in the navy now, fella. You're on dry land, and I want to know why Reginald was shouting questions at his supposedly dead wife.
Jason: All right. There's a watch.
Mary: Yeah, I figured that out.
Jason: Elizabeth's. It's an heirloom.
Mary: Ok, where is it now?
Jason: I got it. I had it.
Mary: You? How?
Jason: Elizabeth gave it to me.
Jason: Well, you know why.
Mary: Ok. Now, Reginald wants it.
Jason: Gee, maybe that's what this is all about now.
Jason: I don't know.
Mary: Jason, I'm --
Jason: Mary, I'm telling you the truth. I don't know.
Mary: Ok, all right, all right. You said you had it. Where is it now?
Jason: Well, if you stop acting like refrigerator Perry, I can go out and get it.
Mary: Great. Give me two minutes --
Mary: And I'll get dressed, and we can go. Wait a minute! Jason! Jason, you -- ugh. Ugh.
Mary: Ugh. Makes me crazy!
Cheryl: Hey, Mom. How are you feeling?
Mary: Like sacking the quarterback.
Mary: Nothing. Nothing. Never mind.
Cheryl: Um, pops called. He asked me to check on you.
Mary: Yeah? Oh, good. Did he get in? Did M.J. meet him at the airport?
Cheryl: Yes, yes. Do you know if M.J.'s in any type of trouble?
Mary: No. No, she's not. She's opening a restaurant. You knew that.
Mary: Well, I finally convinced your dad that she needed his help.
Cheryl: Yeah, but why would pops just take off when he knows how sick you are?
Mary: Honey, I'm not sick.
Cheryl: Mom, you're not well. Just doesn't make any sense.
Mary: Cheryl --
Cheryl: I know how sick you are. It just --
Mary: Cheryl -- Cheryl, I asked him to go.
Cheryl: You did? Why?
Michael: Dr. Bartok?
Dr. Bartok: Yeah?
Michael: My name is Michael Hudson.
Dr. Bartok: Oh, if you're selling something, I'm not --
Michael: No, no, no, no. We have a mutual friend in Bay City.
Dr. Bartok: I don't know anybody in Bay City.
Michael: Oh, I think you do, doctor. You were coroner there for quite some time, weren't you?
Dr. Bartok: Yeah, that was 20 years ago.
Michael: Right. And you left right around the time of the Elizabeth Love incident.
Dr. Bartok: Who is this mutual friend?
Michael: You signed Elizabeth Love's death certificate.
Dr. Bartok: I sign lots of them. So what?
Michael: Well, I was going over that report.
Dr. Bartok: Why?
Michael: And you never performed an autopsy on her.
Dr. Bartok: Well, they're not always necessary. I conducted a thorough examination.
Michael: So thorough that you didn't mention powder burns.
Dr. Bartok: What powder burns?
Michael: The ones from the gunshot wound.
Dr. Bartok: You obviously have the wrong case, Mr. Hudson.
Michael: No, I don't -- I don't think so. Elizabeth Love died from smoke inhalation after ingesting barbiturates and alcohol.
Dr. Bartok: Yeah.
Michael: No trace of which was ever found in her blood.
Dr. Bartok: According to my reports --
Michael: You altered that report, doctor.
Dr. Bartok: No.
Michael: Yes. Reginald Love paid you. How much did he pay you, doctor? Obviously, enough to get away from Bay City.
Dr. Bartok: Look, this conversation --
Michael: This conversation, doctor, has just begun because I have a witness who will testify that Elizabeth Love had a gunshot wound in her head, something that is not in your report. Now, do I call the Press and have a little chat?
Dr. Bartok: Wait. I had to do it.
Michael: You had to do what?
Dr. Bartok: He threatened me, threatened my family.
Michael: Who did?
Dr. Bartok: Reginald Love.
Michael: Well, doc, you're going to give me some details to this story right now -- the real details.
Nicole: Cass, can I see you for a minute?
Cass: Later, baby.
Mitch: These -- these can wait.
Cass: I thought you said you wanted to show this to Nicole.
Mitch: Well, they're just some proofs.
Nicole: Of what?
Mitch: You said you wanted to see how Cheryl photographed in the fashion show.
Cass: Oh, well, that's important, right? I mean, she is coming to Monte Carlo with us, isn't she?
Cass: Oh, well, I mean, that's business. So why don't you run along upstairs and take a look at them. The light's better up there.
Mitch: That's a good idea.
Nicole: I'll be right up, Mitch. You can go on up. Cass --
Cass: Wait a second, wait a second.
Nicole: I need to talk to you for a moment.
Cass: Here, here.
Nicole: What are you doing?
Cass: Well, your mother's watch -- this is going to look absolutely great with your mother's watch, and I'm going to put it on for you.
Nicole: Who says I'm keeping your stupid chain?
Cass: Oh, baby, you know you can't resist anything I give you.
Nicole: The watch is on the mantel.
Cass: I haven't used that line since high school.
Ah! What am I talking about? How can I say such garbage? "Baby"? I never call anybody "baby."
Donna: "Garbage"? "Baby"? What? What are you talking about?
Cass: Donna, why are you here?
Donna: Well, I work here, remember?
Cass: Oh, yeah.
Donna: I just placed that silk order for Nicole. Where is she?
Cass: She's upstairs with Mitch.
Donna: Oh. Ooh, this is beautiful. Did Nicole just buy it?
Cass: No, I did.
Donna: You bought it for her?
Cass: Yeah, didn't I just say that?
Donna: You are buying jewelry for Nicole?
Cass: It's just a little token of my appreciation, Donna.
Donna: For what?
Cass: Her friendship.
Donna: Oh. This is our mother's watch that you're putting on the chain.
Cass: Yes, yes, I know that.
Donna: Well, Nicole loves this watch.
Cass: I know she does.
Donna: And you bought her a chain for it.
Cass: Donna --
Donna: No, no, Cass. I just think that it's very sweet, that's all.
Cass: Yes, well, if you think that Nicole and I are --
Cass: Well, we're not.
Donna: Oh, I know you're not. But you should be. Come over here. Sit down. Let's talk.
Jamie: Did Adam put you up to this?
Lisa: I'm not up to anything.
Jamie: It's bad enough that he got you involved in that Glaser case.
Lisa: I handled it, didn't I?
Jamie: You almost got killed in the process.
Lisa: Jamie, I can take care of myself.
Jamie: I know you can take care of yourself.
Lisa: Everybody treats me like this porcelain doll.
Jamie: I am not treating you like a porcelain doll.
Lisa: You are. You do. You always --
Jamie: Always what?
Lisa: You always want to make all the decisions.
Jamie: What decisions?
Lisa: Everything. My job. You didn't want me to work at the police station.
Jamie: That's not true.
Lisa: You didn't like it.
Jamie: I didn't like the idea of you taking on a job that was dangerous.
Lisa: "Oh, no, Lisa needs protecting."
Jamie: I just didn't want to see you get involved in something that you weren't qualified for.
Lisa: Oh, I see. Now I don't qualify for anything.
Jamie: No, I didn't say that.
Lisa: "All Lisa's good for is cooking Jamie's dinner and waiting for him to come home from the hospital and bringing him his cocoa."
Jamie: But I love your cocoa.
Lisa: Oh, you see?
Jamie: Lisa, are you saying that I act like some male chauvinist pig who expects you home by the hearth every night?
Lisa: No, but --
Jamie: Listen, I've always encouraged you to go out and get whatever you want.
Lisa: This is what I want.
Jamie: Well, fine. Then tell me exactly what "this" is?
Lisa: I can't!
Jamie: Lisa, I love you.
Lisa: I know.
Jamie: Now, is it so terrible to worry about somebody that you love?
Lisa: Even if I tell you there's nothing to worry about?
Jamie: Lisa --
Lisa: Jamie, if you love me, then you'll trust me.
Jamie: Just promise me if you need some help --
Lisa: Jamie --
Jamie: All right, all right, all right. Would it be too paternalistic to ask if I could buy you some lunch?
Lisa: I -- I don't know.
Jamie: Come on. I won't ask you any more questions, I promise.
Jamie: Just one question --
Jamie: Crab salad or shrimp salad?
Lisa: Oh, I don't know. You de-- crab salad.
Jamie: Crab salad it'll be.
Cass: You don't beat around the bush, do you?
Donna: I think it would be wonderful.
Cass: Well, gee, I wish my sister had taken this kind of interest in my love life.
Donna: Oh--- oh, I think you've done just fine on your own with your own love life.
Cass: I've been around the block a couple of thousand times.
Donna: In a Ferrari.
Cass: Oh, well, you flatter me -- I think.
Donna: Oh, yes, I mean, Ferraris are very classy.
Cass: Ah, that's me.
Cass: I've been called sleek.
Donna: And fast.
Cass: I've been called -- popular.
Donna: Cass, look, you know how to get what you want. Nicole doesn't.
Cass: What are you talking about? Look -- she got this salon going, didn't she?
Donna: I am talking about her love life.
Cass: Well, good. I assume she's had one.
Donna: It hasn't been great.
Cass: We all make mistakes.
Donna: All of the men in her life have been a mistake. That is until now.
Cass: Wait a minute. Are you telling me that the next man she gets involved with should make up for all those mistakes?
Donna: Yes, and you could do that. Cass, you two are perfect for each other.
Cass: We fight all the time!
Donna: Tension -- sexual tension. And you just got to work it off.
Cass: Donna, you make me blush. Jeez. I didn't think that was possible anymore.
Donna: Listen to me a minute.
Donna: You have to take a look at things here. You -- you are very good-looking, and Nicole's very beautiful, and your practical nature complements her creative side. And -- and, besides, she has a lot of energy, and you have a lot of energy --
Cass: You sound like a breeder at a poodle kennel.
Donna: Cass, you have to make the first move because Nicole is not going to.
Cass: Donna --
Donna: She doesn't know how to flirt. Every time she tries, she says the wrong thing.
Cass: I know. And then she turns four shades of pink.
Donna: So you are interested.
Cass: No, I'm concerned about her blood pressure.
Donna: Cass, do you like her or don't you?
Cass: Of course I like her! I like her a lot.
Donna: All right, then. There you go.
Cass: Go where?
Donna: Precisely. Yeah.
Donna: Cass, take her someplace. I know the perfect little restaurant. It's very Provence, very romantic.
Cass: I don't believe this. You're not Donna Love. You're Dolly Levi.
Donna: Look, look, look, if I am being a matchmaker, it's just because I think you two are perfect for each other.
Cass: Oh, come on, please.
Donna: No. I am tired of seeing you two dancing around each other here for the last few months.
Cass: It's called sparring.
Donna: No, it is called fear. And I am not going to allow you to lose someone like Nicole just because you're afraid to make the first move. I happen to think that you two are meant for each other, and I'm going to see to it that that happens.
Donna: Nicole, we were just talking about you.
Nicole: I heard. What do you think you're doing?
Donna: I'm helping.
Nicole: Well, why don't you try butting out of something that doesn't concern you?
Donna: Well, Nicole, I --
Cass: Excuse me. I'm going to go talk to Mitch.
Nicole: He left.
Cass: Uh-huh. Um -- I'm going to go talk to myself, then.
Nicole: How could you embarrass me like that.
Donna: I didn't mean to do that.
Nicole: You were practically pandering.
Donna: Nicole, I'm sorry. When -- when am I ever going to learn?
Nicole: Oh, don't turn on the tears, Donna.
Donna: No, I'm not going to do that. It's just why can't I just stay involved with my own problems, I mean, instead of interfering with others?
Nicole: Donna, what's wrong?
Nicole: Is it Michael?
Donna: Me and Michael -- we're fine. I'm supposed to have lunch with Victoria today.
Nicole: And? Donna, look, I am already angry. Now, don't make me try to pry this out of you.
Donna: All right. It's just that every time Victoria and I start to get close, I do -- I say the wrong thing.
Nicole: No kidding.
Donna: It's just that I love you two so much. And I do the things I do even though they're stupid because I just want you to be happy, that's all.
Nicole: I know, Donna. I know that.
Donna: It's just that I'm afraid I'm going to mess up this lunch with Victoria, just like I may have messed everything up with you here. Oh, great.
Nicole: Hey, Donna, wait a minute.
Nicole: Here. Why don't you wear this?
Donna: Mother's watch?
Nicole: Maybe it'll bring you good luck.
Donna: Ok. I'll borrow it.
Donna: Thanks. Well, I -- I know you don't really want me to have this chain, you know, since Cass gave it to you.
Nicole: Well -- good luck. Goodbye, Donna.
Donna: Thank you. I do, I love you. You know that, don't you?
Nicole: I know. I love you, too. Goodbye.
Donna: Oh, uh -- bye.
Andre: Nicole Love?
Andre: May I have a moment of your time?
Nicole: Well, I --
Andre: I'm with a private security firm in Monte Carlo. I've been assigned to you.
Nicole: Oh, really? Monsieur --
Andre: Oh, excuse me. Andre Battelier. Enchanté.
Nicole: Well, how can I help you, Monsieur Battelier?
Cass: How can we both help you?
Michael: Jason, Jason, we got it.
Michael: Reginald. I found out that he -- that he faked the death certificate of Elizabeth.
Jason: Yeah, that's great. Call Adam and let him know, all right?
Michael: No, wait a minute. I don't want to talk to Adam. Don't you want to hear what happened?
Jason: Tell me later.
Michael: Jeez, come on, man. The coroner confirmed that he falsified the report, that Reginald forced him to falsify the report of Elizabeth's death.
Jason: That's great. I've got to get out of here.
Michael: Jason, what's the rush?
Jason: I've got to do something.
Michael: Hey, everything you have to do lately has to do with this case.
Jason: Fine. I got to check this out myself.
Michael: Nuh-uh. You do anything solo, and Reginald is going to pick you off.
Jason: There's a watch. Elizabeth gave it to me. It's an antique piece.
Michael: What about this watch?
Jason: I think Reginald wants it.
Jason: I'm not sure, but I think that's why he's been after me.
Michael: Wait a minute. He ransacked your apartment, planted a bomb for a watch?
Jason: I told you, I don't know why, but yes.
Michael: Where is the watch?
Jason: Nicole's got it.
Jason: It was her mom's. I thought she would like it.
Michael: Well, what if Reginald finds out she's got that watch?
Jason: I gave it to her before I knew Reginald might be looking for it.
Michael: Well, we got to get to her before he finds out she's got it.
Jason: I'll take care of it.
Michael: No, no, not you. She might get suspicious if you ask for it. I'll ask for it. I'll make up some excuse.
Jason: What kind of excuse?
Michael: I really don't know.
Jason: It's real simple. I need my watch back.
Michael: No, I tell you what. Look, I'm going to make sure that the same thing doesn't happen to Nicole that happened to you, all right? And I'm going to take care of it right now.
Jason: Michael --
Man: Think "space." Big, big space. Oh, hey, man.
Mitch: How are you doing?
Mitch: What is that?
Sam: That's the landlord. You met Lanie, his wife.
Mitch: Oh, yeah, yeah, I remember. One day she lectured me on marriage, said that it was a medieval property arrangement, not relevant to today's society.
Sam: Yeah, and then she met Marvin.
Mitch: Sounds like a match made in heaven.
Sam: Yeah, well, she's not so bad. I mean, she understands artists. That's why I like the building so much.
Mitch: I thought even she would be a bit offbeat for your taste.
Sam: For my taste? What am I, Barry Goldwater?
Mitch: No, I mean, it's just that your lifestyle and her lifestyle --
Sam: Come on, what's wrong with the way she lives?
Mitch: Nothing. Nothing's wrong. Not for me. I just thought that, in a way, she reminded me of --
Sam: No, she doesn't.
Mitch: Well, I mean, I don't mean to say that they're the same. I just --
Sam: Mitch --
Mitch: You know, they're a lot alike.
Sam: Mitch, Lanie is nothing like mom, so drop it, ok?
Cass: So, who sent you, the insurance company or the show?
Nicole: Why don't we just let him talk and maybe we'll find out.
Andre: Everyone in Monte Carlo is anxious that the designs and yourselves remain intact, but with a house such as this, with such easy access --
Nicole: Well, we do have a fully equipped alarm system. But we do turn it off when we're both here.
Nicole: You do have identification, don't you?
Andre: Oh, but of course. I should have shown it to you before.
Nicole: Thank you.
Cass: Ok, it seems to be legitimate.
Nicole: Well, you'll just have to forgive my business partner. He's much too distrusting. Cass, now, you do have that diagram that the electrician made, don't you?
Cass: I suppose I could come up with it.
Andre: Of course, if you want to pay the additional insurance premium --
Nicole: And we don't, do we, Cass?
Cass: I'll get it right now.
Andre: Ms. Love, your itinerary while you're in Monte Carlo -- do you have a copy of it?
Nicole: Please, would you call me Nicole?
Andre: Of course.
Nicole: I do. I have the detailed itinerary up in my room.
Andre: Do you mind?
Nicole: Not at all. I'll be right back. Forgive the mess.
Michael: Nicole? Nicole, you -- oh, my word. Hey, Nicole! Nicole?
Nicole: Michael, hey.
Michael: Hey, you all right?
Nicole: I'm fine.
Michael: Good. I wondered what happened to you.
Nicole: It's a long story. What a surprise. Hi, Jason.
Cass: Where's Battelier?
Nicole: I just left him down here a minute ago.
Cass: You left him here alone?
Nicole: You know, you are so suspicious.
Cass: I'm not so easily swayed by a French accent, like some of us around here.
Nicole: Oh, yeah? Well, I'll remember that one when Catherine Deneuve walks in the door.
Cass: Thanks a lot. I'm going to look around. Hi, Michael. Hi, Jason.
Michael: Hi -- Cass. What was that all about?
Nicole: I don't know. Who knows what's in that man's brain? Anyway, you wanted to talk to me?
Jason: Yeah, about the watch I gave you.
Nicole: My mother's watch?
Nicole: What about it?
Michael: I -- I'd like to borrow it.
Nicole: Well, sure. But why?
Michael: Well, actually, I wanted to have a duplicate made for Donna. You know, something from your mother that she might like to wear.
Nicole: Oh. Well, you'll have to ask Donna for it.
Nicole: Because I lent it to her.
Jason: Where is she?
Nicole: She's at Tops, having lunch with Vicky. I thought maybe it would bring her luck.
Jamie: Lisa, this is ridiculous.
Lisa: At least let me pay half.
Jamie: Lisa, no.
Lisa: Jamie, you're being ridiculous. I'm working now.
Donna: Oh, come on, doctor. A relationship is 50/50 these days. Right, Lisa?
Lisa: I'd like to think so.
Jamie: Fine. Fine! Have it any way you want. I'll see you at home later.
Donna: Oh. Oh, Lisa, honey, I am so sorry. I shouldn't have butted in. I just thought --
Lisa: Donna, it's ok, it's ok. Don't worry about it. Are you here for lunch?
Donna: Actually, I am. I'm meeting Victoria here. You haven't seen her, have you?
Donna: Oh, well, she's late.
Lisa: Oh, listen, I know she's at the hospital today, and they get behind sometimes.
Donna: Oh, well, then that must be it.
Lisa: Well, I got to go.
Donna: All right.
Lisa: Nice to see you, Donna.
Donna: You, too.
Donna: Bye. Yes, is my table ready yet?
Waiter: Of course. Right this way.
Donna: Oh, good. Thank you.
Waiter: There you go.
Donna: Thank you very much. This is lovely.
Waiter: Your menus, and I'll be right with you.
Donna: All right.
Reginald: Donna. What's this I see?
Donna: "See"? What are you talking about?
Reginald: You lunching alone.
Donna: I'm expecting Victoria.
Reginald: Ah, how nice. A little mother and daughter get-together.
Donna: I really don't want to talk to you.
Reginald: I merely wanted to inquire about my daughter's health.
Donna: I'm fine.
Reginald: And my grandchild?
Donna: Victoria is fine, too.
Reginald: I meant my new grandchild.
Donna: You might as well stop thinking about this baby as your grandchild right now.
Reginald: But it is.
Donna: He or she will never know that. I will see to it.
Reginald: Well, your little reunion with Michael must be going well.
Donna: Very well.
Reginald: Yes. He's turned you against me once again.
Donna: Oh, father, I've always been against you.
Reginald: There was a time you needed me. You'll need me again.
Donna: Never. Now, if you will excuse me, I have much more important things to do.
Reginald: Whatever you might think, Donna, I really do wish you well. You and Nicole.
Vicky: Well, I didn't know this was going to be a threesome.
Donna: It isn't. Your grandfather was just leaving.
Reginald: Hello, Vicky. Well, I'm sure you two have a lot to talk about. By the way, I recommend the salmon.
Donna: Well, in that case, I think I'll have the veal. Victoria, I really am pleased that you're spending time with me.
Vicky: I had nothing better to do today.
Sam: I didn't think that a woman could make me so happy.
Mitch: She's a good girl.
Sam: Yeah. She's supportive of my work. She's honest. She's fun. She's sexy.
Mitch: In other words, everything is going along ok.
Sam: Yeah, you could say that.
Mitch: So why the frantic phone call?
Sam: It wasn't frantic. Well, look, with the wedding coming up so quick, I had to ask you something.
Mitch: Hey, look, don't ask me because I don't know anything about weddings.
Sam: Neither do I, except I do know that I need a best man.
Mitch: Are you asking me?
Sam: No, Mitch, I'm asking the painting. Yes, I'm asking you.
Mitch: Sure. I'd like to. It'd be an honor.
Sam: Thanks. That's a relief.
Mitch: What, did you think that I would turn you down?
Sam: Well, no. Mitch, it's a Cory wedding.
Mitch: Hey, don't worry about it. That's no problem. Rachel and me are fine.
Sam: Yeah, but Mac's the one that's going to be giving us both the evil eye.
Mitch: I'm telling you, it's no problem. It's ironic. I mean, my brother marrying the Cory's daughter?
Sam: Oh, man, can you imagine if they met mom?
Mitch: Is she going to be there?
Sam: Mitch, she can't be too hip on weddings. Every relationship she ever had turned out to be a joke.
Mitch: I hope you're not worried about that. I mean, that's her life. It's got nothing to do with you --
Sam: Mitch, she didn't exactly set a good example.
Mitch: Everything that happened wasn't her fault.
Sam: No. Mitch you left early on. You weren't there when she went through her crazy period.
Mitch: I thought you liked craziness. You like the landlady.
Sam: Mitch, Lanie is nothing like mom, ok?
Mitch: Have you invited her?
Sam: Who? Lanie?
Sam: No way.
Sam: Yeah, as a matter of fact, Amanda had her name on the guest list, and then I scratched it off.
Mitch: Oh, great. Is that the thing to do?
Sam: I don't know, Mitch. All I know is that I've got too much to deal with without having to worry about mom, too.
Mitch: Sam, just listen --
Sam: Mitch, I do not want to talk about mom anymore, ok?
Cheryl: Why did you ask pops to leave?
Mary: Because I don't think M.J. should have to do everything by herself.
Cheryl: Well, maybe she wants to. I mean, she's always been so independent.
Mary: Hmm. Once, she fell off her bike and cut her lip.
Cheryl: You are getting your memory back.
Mary: Yeah. Yeah, little by little. And she wouldn't cry. She wouldn't, even though she was bleeding.
Cheryl: I don't think I ever remember M.J. crying when we were little.
Mary: I think she probably took being the older sister and setting a good example very seriously.
Cheryl: Yes, that she did.
Mary: And then she was so busy trying to be the mother in the family, which was my fault.
Cheryl: Because you left.
Mary: Mm-hmm. She wouldn't let your daddy see that she was in pain because she knew how much he was hurting.
Cheryl: Hey, Mom, you can't blame yourself for that.
Mary: Oh, honey, I have to. Maybe if she'd been able to ask for help when she got out on her own --
Mary: Could have saved her from a lot of unhappiness. Anyway, I want her to be very sure now that if she ever needs us, we're there for her.
Cheryl: Ok. I'm going to take good care of you while pops is gone.
Cheryl: All right. See you later. Oh, I have to go to the salon for a fitting.
Cheryl: I could stay. I mean, I don't have to go.
Mary: Cheryl, if I need anything, I'll ask.
Cheryl: Ok. See you.
Mary: Cheryl, I need something. I need a hug.
Cheryl: Come here, you.
Donna: Victoria, what do you think about fixing up the suite?
Vicky: Michael likes it just the way it is.
Donna: Well, I know, but I thought maybe we could add some feminine touches -- you know, new drapes, maybe recover the sofa.
Vicky: Well, maybe you should ask Michael first.
Donna: Well, of course. I just thought that -- well, I know he's always trusted me with decorating the house.
Vicky: Well, yes, but this is his place.
Donna: Oh, but I know that.
Vicky: And, besides, it's only temporary, right?
Donna: Right. Right. I do hope that we'll be moving back to the house soon. What are you planning on doing with the rest of the afternoon?
Vicky: I don't know.
Donna: You know, maybe you should give Lisa a call. I think she might need someone to talk to.
Vicky: Why do you say that?
Donna: Well, she was in here earlier with Jamie, and I think they were having a fight.
Vicky: Really? Well, yeah. Yeah, maybe I should give her a call.
Donna: Oh, but, you know, it's probably nothing. I mean, people who love each other do fight.
Vicky: At least in our family.
Donna: Victoria, I want to thank you for being so considerate of Michael and me.
Vicky: I'm trying, Donna.
Donna: And I do understand that it's very difficult for you to open up to me.
Vicky: You do?
Donna: It was very difficult for me to open up to my mother, too.
Vicky: Why was that?
Donna: Your grandfather. There's always been tension between us.
Vicky: And he obviously hasn't changed.
Donna: Right. You know, sometimes --
Donna: I don't know. I just -- just thought that sometimes -- if I had gotten my mother to talk to me, that maybe she could have trusted me, and then maybe she --
Vicky: Donna, you can't blame yourself for what your mother did.
Donna: But, Victoria, kill herself? It's just that no one suspected. I mean, can you imagine how lonely a person has to be?
Donna: You know, I must look a mess.
Vicky: No, you look fine.
Donna: No, honey, I'm going to go freshen up a bit. I'll be right back.
Reginald: Andre, what news do you have?
Reginald: Well, of course you didn't find the watch. You weren't even looking in the right place.
Cass: Where are Michael and Jason?
Nicole: They left. Where's Andre?
Cass: Not here.
Nicole: He left? Why?
Cass: Who knows? But something is definitely rotten.
Nicole: Oh, you're so suspicious.
Cass: A guy shows up and says he's with security from Monte Carlo and then disappears without a word? Yeah, yeah, I'm suspicious.
Nicole: Well, it is kind of odd. Hey, where are you going?
Cass: I'm going to check his credentials.
Nicole: No, wait. We need to talk.
Cass: About what?
Nicole: Oh, come on. Don't start this again.
Cass: Start what?
Nicole: Tap-dancing around the subject -- us.
Cass: What about us?
Nicole: Well, I caught the gist of what Donna said to you.
Nicole: And I just don't want it to mess things up.
Cass: What things?
Nicole: Well, our business relationship, for one thing.
Cass: Oh, no problem.
Nicole: I mean, you know, business is business, but pleasure is --
Cheryl: Hey, guys.
Cass: Hey, Cheryl. What a pleasant surprise.
Cheryl: Surprise? You asked me to come for a fitting for Monte Carlo, remember?
Cass: Oh --
Nicole: Oh, I almost forgot.
Cheryl: I could come back.
Cass: No, no. No. This is business, right, and business can't wait, right, Nicole?
Cass: So, come on, I'll take you upstairs.
Cass: We can't keep Sophie waiting, can we, Nicole?
Nicole: No, we can't. You only keep me waiting.
Reginald: Then that was the watch I saw just now on Donna.
Andre: I overheard Nicole say she lent it to her.
Reginald: Oh, for heaven's sake -- all right, I'll take care of it.
Michael: Donna --
Donna: Michael, hi.
Michael: Hi. How's your lunch with Victoria going?
Donna: Actually, better than I ever expected.
Michael: Great. This watch -- you know, I asked Nicole if I could borrow it, and she said I could, and I just --
Donna: Well, why?
Michael: Well, it's a little surprise.
Donna: Oh, really? Well, can you give me a hint?
Michael: No, I can't. Donna, I really need this watch. Hey, trust me, ok?
Donna: All right.
Michael: Can I have it?
Donna: I trust you. Yes. Michael, are you sure there's not something the matter?
Michael: Nothing the matter at all. Everything's fine. Thank you very much.
Donna: Well, now, you take good care of that.
Michael: I'll guard this with my life. Really.
Bianca: Well, that's --
Reginald: Donna, I need to talk to you.
Donna: Would you please stop bothering me?
Reginald: Where is it?
Reginald: The watch. I was sure you were wearing --
Donna: What are you talking about?
Reginald: The watch you had on. I was sure it was an heirloom of your mother's.
Donna: You know, at your age, I think you should have your eyesight checked.
Reginald: Donna --
Jason: That's it, all right.
Michael: Now, what's that?
Jason: Numbers --
Michael: Well, it's 57. What do the numbers mean?
Jason: I don't know.
Michael: Jason, you knew those numbers were there.
Jason: Michael, I had this watch a long time.
Michael: What do they mean?
Jason: I haven't the faintest idea what they mean.
Michael: I got a feeling you're hiding something from me.
Mary: That wouldn't be the first time.
Mary: Is that the watch?
Mary: "E.H.L. 57." What does that mean?
Jason: "Elizabeth Love."
Michael: And the "57," Jason?
Jason: I don't know, Michael.
Michael: Come on, man. Reginald's been trying to kill you for this.
Mary: Jason, talk!
Jason: Once Elizabeth told me that she had enough on Reginald to put him away forever.
Michael: And you think this is it?
Jason: Well, he's after me for something. That's the only link I got to the past.
Mary: It could be just her initials and a date, or it could be some kind of code.
Michael: Oh, great. Now all we have to do is decipher it.
Nicole: You're a genius, Nicole. At least you know how to handle your professional life. Your personal life -- boy, you dummy.
Cheryl: Nicole, your designs are beautiful.
Nicole: Oh --
Cheryl: They're great.
Nicole: Well, thanks. I'm sure the model had something to do with it.
Cass: Well, your designs look great even on a dummy.
Cass: Oh! Well, you -- I meant --
Nicole: Oh, don't mind him. He -- it's hard to speak with your foot in your mouth.
Cass: You're going to -- you're going to be a hit in Monte Carlo. Is that better?
Cheryl: Oh, I don't know. Monte Carlo. I'm a little nervous.
Nicole: Cass is right. You'll be a smash.
Cass: You, too.
Cheryl: I think that Cass is your biggest fan. He didn't stop raving about you upstairs.
Nicole: Well, he does know how to rave.
Cheryl: I guess I'll be going. Thanks, Nicole.
Cass: I'll call you about the final fitting, ok?
Cheryl: Ok, great.
Cass: All right.
Cheryl: Good night.
Cass and Nicole: Good night.
Cheryl: Ok, bye-bye.
Cass: You're busy?
Nicole: Yeah, I'm just finishing.
Cass: Are you?
Nicole: You're busy tonight?
Cass: Me? Yeah. I just remembered, I have those Press people.
Nicole: Oh, is that tonight?
Cass: I'm sure it's tonight. And then I have to take a look at the accounts payable and decide who gets lucky.
Nicole: Oh, well, good.
Nicole: Yeah, well, I'm busy tonight, too. I wouldn't want you to be bored.
Cass: Oh, me, bored? Oh, not me. Busy, busy, busy -- that's me.
Nicole: Oh. Busy, busy, busy.
Cass: Well, you know what they say --
Nicole: No, what?
Cass: All work and no play makes Cass -- rich.
Nicole: Oh, and makes me crazy. Oh, this is awful!
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