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Another World Transcript Tuesday 3/16/04
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Donna's voice: Well, Jamie, what did he say? Am I going to be able to have another baby?
Jamie's voice: Conceiving will be no problem.
Donna's voice: Well, that's wonderful.
Jamie's voice: But there are problems.
Donna's voice: Well, that -- that's all right. I mean, you just said I would be able to conceive.
Jamie's voice: No, what I said was that conceiving is possible. I'm afraid carrying to term is another matter.
Donna's voice: I'll stay in bed this time completely. I'll take any kind of medicine you want to give me. I'll do anything.
Jamie's voice: I'm sorry, but there's not much of anything you can do.
Donna's voice: So you're saying that I should -- I should just give up hope of ever having another child?
Vicky: Good morning.
Michael: Come on in.
Donna: Oh. Good morning, honey.
Vicky: Good morning, Mom.
Michael: So, you all set for the big day?
Vicky: Oh, yeah, I'm all set.
Donna: Wait, all set for what?
Vicky: I'm moving today, Mom, remember?
Rachel: I don't know what possesses me to think I want to have breakfast in a hospital cafeteria.
Jamie: I warned you.
Rachel: I don't know how you can eat that stuff every day.
Jamie: Well, I didn't intend to have breakfast here, but because it was you, mother, I was willing to suffer through yet another one of Bertha's specials.
Rachel: Ugh. Well, lunch should be better, although I can't say that the company will be.
Jamie: What do you mean?
Rachel: I'm having lunch at Tops with Jason.
Jamie: Oh, whose idea was that?
Jamie: Mm-hmm. Whatever does he want, I wonder.
Rachel: I think you know.
Rachel: I know, I know, you have to go to work. So do I.
Jamie: I'm sorry, but I do.
Rachel: It's ok. I've got to get to work, too, and we have to stop meeting like this.
Jamie: I promise next time we'll go out.
Rachel: Bye-bye, sweetie.
Rachel: Hey, Lisa.
Lisa: Hi, Rachel.
Rachel: If you're looking for Jamie, he just took off on his rounds, and I have a feeling he's got a busy day.
Lisa: Oh, rats.
Rachel: I know how you feel. We hardly ever see him anymore. How are you doing?
Lisa: I'm fine.
Lisa: Well, I guess things could be better.
Rachel: What has my son done now?
Nurse: Hi. May I help you?
Mary: Yeah, I'm Mary McKinnon. I have an appointment with Dr. Jackson. I may be a few minutes early.
Nurse: Let me just see if he's got you written --
Mary: What are you doing here?
Vince: Well, a guy dropped this off for you this morning and he said it was urgent, so I thought you should have it.
Sam: What is that?
Amanda: It's sherry eggs with sherry butter, hash browns, and Canadian bacon.
Sam: Oh, so you got this at Mary's Place, right?
Sam: Frozen dinner?
Amanda: No, it's mine, mine. It's all mine.
Sam: What is this green stuff?
Amanda: It's parsley.
Amanda: It won't kill you.
Sam: Well, it smells ok.
Amanda: Well, go ahead, try it.
Sam: Are you sure you made this?
Amanda: Yes, yes, it took me two hours just to understand the recipe. Go ahead, try it.
Amanda: Well, what do you think?
Sam: I think I'm the luckiest man in the world.
Amanda: You like it!
Sam: Yeah, I like it. Of course I like it. I love it. It's great. Come on, try some. Let's see.
Amanda: Mmm. It is pretty good, isn't it?
Sam: Yeah, it's delicious. Almost as delicious as you are.
Amanda: I'll get it.
Sam: No, no, no. You've been working hard all morning long on breakfast. I'll get this one. You relax. Hello?
Louie: Yeah, Fowler, this is Louie. I need you down here right away.
Sam: Oh, I don't know. I don't think that's such a good idea.
Louie: Hey, you want to keep this job or not?
Lisa: Well, things have been pretty crazy these days.
Rachel: Is there anything I can do to help?
Lisa: No, I don't think so. Thanks, anyway.
Rachel: Is the problem still Vicky?
Lisa: Yeah. Jamie just doesn't see it.
Rachel: Well, I think that's because men don't understand women as well as women understand women.
Lisa: She shows up at the weirdest times. You should see the way she acts around him.
Rachel: Can I offer some advice?
Rachel: Um, sometimes when people have spent a while together, they just fall into ruts. It's nobody's fault. It just happens. You get so that you expect the same behavior from each other. And sometimes you stop exploring the different facets of each other's character, and that exploration is what makes the relationship interesting.
Lisa: But what does that have to do with Vicky?
Rachel: Nothing. It's just that you and Vicky are very different. I don't know, I guess all I'm saying is maybe you ought to fight fire with fire. Just something to think about.
Lisa: You sound like Felicia.
Rachel: Well, maybe we've both had the same experience. Anyway, for what it's worth, I've got to get to work now, but you want to talk some more, you know where to find me.
Lisa: Thanks. I appreciate it.
Rachel: Ok. Bye-bye, sweetie.
Lisa: Oh, excuse me. Could you see that Dr. Frame gets this message? Thank you.
Mary: Oh, no.
Vince: What is it?
Mary: Why is he doing this to me?
Mary: Even from the grave, he's trying to manipulate my life.
Vince: Who are you talking about?
Mary: Reginald. Listen to th -- "you are cordially invited to the home of the late Reginald Love on Friday, April 8, 1988. Cocktails and dinner will be served, followed by a reading of Mr. Love's will. Black tie requested." That's tonight!
Vince: Hey, don't worry about it, Mary. You don't have to go to that. Forget about it.
Mary: Forget about it? In five minutes, I have my last interview for the job here, and all I can think about is Reginald. Now look at me, look at me. I'm shaking.
Vince: Aw. Going to be ok. It's all right.
Donna: Right. Right, I -- I just forgot. It just came about so suddenly, anyway. I really wish we'd had more time to talk about you moving out, Victoria.
Vicky: I'm just in the way here. And besides, I think you and dad need some time alone together, and I'd like to be out on my own. I'm not a little kid anymore.
Michael: That is for sure.
Vicky: Well, I've got a bunch of stuff downstairs. I'd better get going.
Donna and Michael: Ok.
Vicky: Mom, it's ok. I mean, I'm just moving down the block. And besides, I'll see you tonight at the reading of the will, right?
Michael: That you will.
Vicky: Ok. Bye.
Vicky: Bye, Mom. Bye.
Donna: Bye. Listen, honey, are you sure you know what you're doing?
Vicky: I'm positive. I'll be fine.
Donna: I -- I know you will. It's not you that I'm worried about. It's just -- it's nothing. It's silly. Go on. Go on, have a good time.
Vicky: Ok. See you tonight.
Michael: See you.
Donna: Well, I guess we'd better get dressed, Michael. I know you have a lot --
Michael: No, no, no, I don't want you to go anywhere.
Donna: Michael --
Michael: No, not until we talk.
Donna: Till we talk about what?
Michael: Why are you avoiding me, Donna?
Sam: Look, could you hold on for a second? Amanda, I just remembered, the rent's due today. Could you write the check?
Amanda: It's already done.
Sam: Oh. Um, well, could you get it for me so I don't forget to drop it off?
Sam: Thanks. Look, Louie, I only work nights. I paint during the days. I'm an artist, remember?
Louie: And I'm the boss, remember? And I say you drive today, now.
Sam: Look, Louie, my painting is real important to me.
Louie: And my business is really important to me. If you want to continue working for my business, you'll do like I say and you'll get your canvass down here right now. You got that?
Sam: Yes, I've got that. You're right. You're absolutely right.
Louie: All right, you've got one half-hour. If you're not down here by then, you're out.
Sam: Yeah, that's a great idea. Thanks a lot. Right. Bye.
Amanda: Who was that?
Amanda: On the phone.
Sam: Just some guy about some work.
Amanda: Really? Do I know him?
Sam: No, he's just a guy. He might have some work for me.
Amanda: Well, that's great.
Sam: "What" what?
Amanda: Well, what work? I mean, is it on commission or what?
Sam: Well, there's some money involved, but let me check it out before you get excited, ok?
Amanda: Sam --
Sam: Come on, breakfast is getting cold. It's good, really. See?
Amanda: Well, tell me more about it.
Sam: About what?
Amanda: The phone call.
Sam: Oh, well --
Amanda: It was a guy on the phone, wasn't it?
Sam: Amanda, of course it was a guy on the phone.
Amanda: Then what is it that you're hiding from me?
Jamie: Yes, would you see to it that Mrs. Cramer gets her therapy session rescheduled? I just gave her a sedative and she shouldn't be disturbed until this afternoon, ok? Thank you very much.
Nurse: Dr. Frame?
Nurse: A young woman asked me to give you this note earlier.
Jamie: Oh. Thank you. Ahem. "Prescription for a troubled relationship -- lunch, followed by a thorough and complete examination. Take the two of these and I guarantee you won't have to call me in the morning." Hmm. Hey, Vince.
Jamie: How are you?
Vince: Terrific. How about you?
Jamie: Everything ok?
Vince: Nice seeing you.
Jamie: Nice seeing you, too.
Mitch: Thank you, Stan.
Stan: You're welcome.
Lisa: Mitch. Just the sort of person I'm looking for.
Mitch: Hi, Lisa.
Lisa: I need you to do me a favor.
Mitch: What kind of favor?
Lisa: It's not too painful. You just need to give this note to Jamie, ok? But you have to promise not to read it.
Mitch: You have my word of honor.
Lisa: Right, I guess I can trust you. Thank you.
Mitch: Uh, what's this about?
Lisa: I can't tell you.
Jason: Mitch, is Felicia around?
Mitch: No, you might want to check Nicole's. She's been over there since Cass and Nicole have been away on their trip.
Jason: Thanks. That's too bad.
Mitch: Excuse me?
Jason: Oh, I just want to talk to her about something. It's nothing important.
Mitch: Is there something that I can help you with?
Jason: Well, yeah, maybe you could. I got this very important luncheon today and I want to impress the person I'm taking, you know, so they think I know what I'm doing, like I'm doing things right.
Mitch: And you want Felicia to help out?
Jason: Yeah. Don't get me wrong, it's what we order, what kind of wine goes with what. I mean, I want them to have confidence in me, to put their trust in me.
Mitch: Just be honest with them. Be straight. Tell them the truth. I'm sure if you're honest with them, then they'll put their faith in you.
Jason: Thanks a lot.
Donna: Thank you, Bridget, very much.
Bridget: Oh, you're welcome, Ms. Donna.
Michael: Thank you, Bridget.
Bridget: Yes, Mr. Michael.
Donna: Michael, I don't know what you're talking about. I am not trying to avoid you.
Michael: Oh, no?
Michael: Donna --
Donna: Michael, please stop it.
Michael: No, you stop it.
Michael: Donna, we've got to face the facts. We lost the baby.
Donna: Don't you think I, of all people, know that?
Michael: Donna Hudson, I love you. And I know that you love me. I need you to love me. But you need me now, especially now. Look, we've been through a terrible tragedy. But life goes on, Donna.
Donna: Life does not go on, not for our son it doesn't. Don't you understand that?
Michael: Donna, what I understand is that life goes on, but it goes on for us. We're not going to make it, Donna, unless we help each other.
Donna: Our son is dead.
Michael: Yes, he is.
Donna: Don't you understand? Don't you see what this means?
Michael: What I understand, Donna, is that this is destroying us. This is just eating you and me up from the inside.
Donna: Michael, I don't have anything left inside.
Michael: You have me. I'm here for you, Donna. I want to help. But I need you to help me. I need you to tell me what it is that's going on with you, because I don't understand. I don't understand.
Donna: Well, I really don't think there is a lot to understand. It's really quite simple -- I killed our baby.
Amanda: So, are you hiding something from me?
Sam: Amanda --
[Knock on door]
Sam: I'll get that.
Vicky: Hi, Sam.
Sam: Hi, Vicky. Come on in.
Vicky: Thank you.
Sam: How are you?
Vicky: I am great. I'm moved in. Well, almost moved in. Hey, Amanda.
Amanda: Hi. Good morning.
Sam: Look, I'd love to sit around and chat, maybe help you out, but I can't. I've got to get going.
Amanda: Sam --
Vicky: Oh, well, that's ok because most of Dory's furniture's already in the apartment. I've got a few boxes and some clothes and --
Sam: Well, that's great, but like I said, I really got to get moving, so -- I love you. See you later. I really do love you. Ooh. Oh! Breakfast was amazing!
Vicky: What was that all about?
Amanda: I have no idea.
Vicky: You have no idea? Amanda, is everything with you and Sam ok? I mean, did I come in and interrupt something?
Vicky: You don't know?
Amanda: It's just the strangest thing.
Amanda: Want a cup of coffee?
Vicky: I'd love one.
Amanda: Ok, Sam gets this phone call, right?
Amanda: But he doesn't want to talk about it.
Amanda: So then you walk in and he takes off. You don't think that he could --
Vicky: He could be what?
Amanda: I can't even say it.
Vicky: You can't even say what?
Amanda: Just when I asked him who it was on the phone, all he said was, "oh, just some guy." But what if it wasn't?
Vicky: What if it wasn't what?
Amanda: What if it wasn't a guy at all?
Vicky: Amanda, you're being ridiculous.
Amanda: You think so?
Vicky: I know so. He loves you! Oh, he's hopelessly devoted to you.
Amanda: Yeah. He is, isn't he?
Vicky: Oh, yeah. And you --
Amanda: Why, what about me?
Vicky: You've got it, too. You're as crazy about him as he is about you.
Amanda: What's wrong with that?
Vicky: Nothing. I think you two are so lucky to have found each other.
Amanda: It wasn't just luck.
Vicky: No? Well, I know I don't know a couple happier than the two of you.
Vicky: Can't think of one.
Amanda: What about your parents?
Vicky: Things just haven't been the same since they lost the baby. Oh, Amanda, I'm sorry. That was so stupid. I didn't mean to say anything about --
Vicky: A baby. I didn't --
Amanda: No, no, now you're being silly. Really, I'm very sorry for what happened to your mother. I know it must have been awful for her to go through.
Vicky: Yeah, it must have been.
Amanda: Look, that isn't going to happen here because this baby is going to be perfect. He's going to be just fine. He'll be perfect.
Vicky: Oh, is he now?
Amanda: Mm-hmm, he's going to be perfectly brilliant, perfectly talented, perfectly gorgeous.
Vicky: Oh, well, how could it be anything but with such perfectly perfect parents?
Amanda: Yes, how could he?
Michael: How? Donna, how did you kill our baby?
Donna: If I'd listened to the doctor, if I'd stayed in bed, our son would still be alive.
Michael: Donna, no.
Donna: But I wanted to go to a fashion show. I wanted to do what I wanted to do, just like I always do.
Michael: Honey, no.
Donna: Always putting my own selfish needs above everything else.
Michael: Wait, wait just a minute here, all right? You're thinking all wrong about this. You went to your sister's opening. That's a loving, thoughtful thing to do. That wasn't selfish. That was unselfish. But by your thinking, I'm the one to blame. I mean, you might as well blame me. I mean, if I had followed my instincts and not let you get out of this bed and not let you go to that show or if I'd gone up those stairs with you and if I'd been by your side so you wouldn't have fallen -- I mean, if, if, if, Donna. There's a whole world full of ifs, but none of them happened.
Donna: It doesn't change the truth, Michael.
Michael: And what is the truth, Donna?
Donna: I lost our son. The baby that meant more than anything in this world to me, the baby that brought us back together, the product of our love. I destroyed it. I killed him. And it's too late for him to come back again, so it's too late for us now, too.
Sam: Well, am I glad to see you.
Mitch: What's up?
Sam: I need someone to talk to.
Mitch: Sit down, talk.
Sam: I've only got a couple of minutes. I've got the cab sitting downstairs.
Mitch: You've got a cab waiting for you?
Sam: No, you don't understand. I'm driving the cab.
Sam: You see, that's part of the problem.
Mitch: No, I don't see.
Sam: Ok, look, I got this job driving the cab because I need the money, right?
Mitch: Makes sense.
Sam: And it's just a temporary job until my paintings start to sell..
Mitch: So what's the problem?
Sam: The problem is I haven't told Amanda yet.
Mitch: So she doesn't know that you're driving a cab?
Mitch: Then why don't you tell her?
Sam: Are you kidding? If I told her I was driving a cab, she'd flip.
Sam: Because her parents would have to know.
Sam: So if her parents found out, they'd be ticked.
Mitch: You know, I don't think it's illegal to drive a cab.
Sam: No, but they would be humiliated.
Mitch: Why do you say that?
Sam: Come on, Mac Cory's son-in-law driving a cab?
Mitch: Yeah, so what?
Sam: They'd still be humiliated, Mitch. I mean, what happens if I pick up some of their friends.
Mitch: You know, I don't think anybody's going to be humiliated. But, you know, if you think that that's going to happen, if this is something you've got to hide, then why don't you just quit the job?
Sam: Quit the job? Then what am I supposed to do for money?
Mitch: You want my advice?
Sam: Yes, Mitch, that's why I came here.
Mitch: I think you should be having this conversation with Amanda, not me.
Rachel: Hi, Sam.
Sam: Hi, Rachel, Jason.
Rachel: What are you doing here?
Sam: Excuse me, I don't have time to talk. Nice to see you.
Rachel: You, too. Well, Jason, this is a pretty expensive place to take me to.
Jason: Well, I can have a salad. You have whatever you like.
Rachel: Thanks a lot. Here?
Jason: Yeah, yeah. This is a very important meeting to me. I just want you to realize how serious I am about this.
Rachel: "This"? You're talking about Frame Construction? I've already told you, Jason, Jamie owns Frame Construction, I don't anymore.
Jason: I know that.
Rachel: Well, then why do you want to talk to me?
Jason: I really would rather talk about Jamie.
Mary: You're still here?
Vince: Of course I'm still here. This is a big day for you.
Mary: Well, I know you're not exactly crazy about me taking this job.
Vince: But I'm crazy about you and anything that makes you happy.
Mary: Oh, Vince, thank you.
Vince: The interview.
Mary: Oh, oh, yeah. Well, it went well. It really did. I mean, I think it went very well. I mean, I think I got the job.
Vince: Oh, good. That's great.
Vince: That's great. I'm really happy for you.
Mary: You really mean that, don't you?
Vince: Yeah, I really do.
Mary: That means so much to me. Well, of course I could be wrong. I mean, it was a little hard to focus in there. All I could really think about was Reginald. I'm really upset about this dinner party tonight.
Vince: What's to worry about? The guy's dead.
Mary: Vince --
Vince: He is.
Mary: That's the point. You know what kind of a man he was. He was -- he was bitter and vindictive, and it would be just like him to try and mess up everybody's life even though he's dead. Why else would he make all these elaborate plans about his will?
Vince: Well, people like him do that kind of stuff.
Mary: Vince, we're talking about Reginald here.
Vince: Are you saying that everything isn't as it appears to be?
Mary: That's exactly what I'm saying.
Vince: Mary, the guy's dead.
Mary: But think about what he could have known about people that maybe he couldn't bring up when he was alive because -- because maybe he was implicated or something like that. Wouldn't it be the kind of thing that he would do to arrange for his attorney to sort of throw it all out there now just out of spite?
Vince: Yeah. Yeah, that's the kind of thing he'd do. Sure would be. Well, what are you worried about? There's nothing that Reginald could have on you.
Michael: So what are you trying to tell me? You're trying to tell me that your love for me is gone because we lost this baby?
Donna: That is not what I'm saying, and you know it.
Michael: No, I don't know it, Donna. I don't know anything but what you tell me. I love you, Donna. I love you so much, and I need you to love me.
Donna: I do love you. But it just doesn't matter anymore, Michael.
Bridget: Excuse me.
Donna: Yes, Bridget, what is it? What do you want?
Bridget: Well, I wanted to know if you wanted me to lay out any clothes for you tonight. I -- well, yes, for the reading of your father's will.
Donna: No. It's not going to be necessary because I'm not going.
Bridget: I beg your pardon?
Michael: I think you should go, Donna.
Donna: Michael --
Michael: I think it will put an end to all of this for you.
Donna: Michael --
Bridget: Oh, I think Mr. Michael's right.
Donna: Stop it! Both of you just stop it! Stop telling me what to do! I am not a child!
Bridget: Oh, I do apologize. I'm so -- I'm so sorry.
Donna: I'm sorry, Michael. I should go apologize to Bridget.
Michael: No, no, no, you apologize to Bridget later. Talk to me now. Donna, look, I can only imagine what it is you must be going through, what it is you must be feeling. I know that you hurt. I don't understand why you find it necessary to try and hurt me, though.
Donna: I can't help but hurt you. All our relationship, you have trusted me completely. And time and time again, I have let you down.
Michael: No, that's not true.
Donna: It is true. And the one time that you entrust me with the most important, the most precious thing that two people can share -- a baby -- I let you down again.
Michael: You didn't.
Donna: Yes, I did. It is too late, Michael. What I have done this time is unforgivable.
Rachel: What about Jamie?
Jason: Look, Jamie and I were getting pretty close. I understand him. And I thought he was understanding me till you started to undermine my position.
Rachel: What are you talking about, Jason?
Jason: He's my nephew. I don't appreciate your poisoning our relationship.
Jason: Well, you want to use another word?
Rachel: Wait a minute, Jason. I don't consider it undermining your relationship with my son if I have to tell my son something about his uncle that he ought to know.
Rachel: Well, that you have no experience in the field you're entering, that you have no business experience, and that you have a less-than-forthright nature.
Jason: Hold on right there.
Rachel: Are you taking issue with anything I've said?
Jason: No, no. I've not been forthright. And I'd be lying if I said I had. Yeah, my experience is a little limited, yeah.
Rachel: Well, it's good you're admitting it.
Jason: Well, thank you for telling me straight out like this, but for telling me, not Jamie.
Rachel: He's my son, Jason. I care what happens to him.
Jason: That's my whole point. Because he is your son, whatever you say is going to influence him.
Rachel: He's a big boy. He makes up his own mind.
Jason: Then let him do that, Rachel, please. Look, I know I can make a success of the business. I can make a big success. I want to work at it, I want to build it, I want to make it better than what it was before, a tribute to my brother's memory.
Rachel: A tribute?
Rachel: What makes you think you can do all this, Jason?
Jason: I know I can do it. It's in my blood. He was my brother. And you realize just how much it would help me if I could use the Frame reputation to get started. What I don't understand is why you're so dead-set against me.
Man: Excuse me. Jason Frame?
Man: My name is Niles Haver. I represent the estate of Mr. Reginald Love.
Niles: I have been instructed by the estate to deliver this letter to you personally.
Rachel: What is it?
Jason: An invitation to a dinner at Reginald's apartment, followed by a reading of Reginald's will. Why would Reginald want me there?
Vicky: You know, it is amazing how much music helps when you're moving.
Amanda: Oh, yes. Well, don't you know that the first rule to moving is to unpack the stereo first?
Vicky: Oh, of course.
Vicky: Well, are you still going to like cool music once your baby's born?
Amanda: What do you think, I'm going to turn into an old biddy once I have a child?
Vicky: Well, you know, I heard these things change people, you know.
Amanda: No, not this people, trust me.
Vicky: All right.
Amanda: Where do you want this?
Vicky: Oh, that. How about -- here. How about right here?
Amanda: I don't know.
Vicky: No? Oh, yeah. Ok, how about -- there?
Vicky: You know, this is wild. What's it like having a baby inside you?
Amanda: It's the most wonderful feeling in the world.
Amanda: It's a little strange, though, I mean, because you have to think that you have a whole being inside of you and you're responsible for it. Right now, it's a part of you, but soon it's going to be a whole human being. That is pretty strange, isn't it?
Vicky: Oh, it's great. Does Sam still treat you the same way?
Amanda: Same as what?
Vicky: Oh, I don't know, maybe a little more special?
Amanda: He's always treated me special.
Vicky: Oh, well, does he love you the same way?
Amanda: You mean because I'm having his baby?
Amanda: I don't think he thinks of it that way. He loves me, he loves the baby, both of us. The baby was made from our love, and we're going to raise him in a world surrounded by our love.
Vicky: Hmm. Do you ever worry, though?
Amanda: About what?
Vicky: Well, that the baby's not going to love you back?
Vicky: You know, it just must be so strange having this thing, carrying it around with you. I'd worry about its health all the time.
Amanda: Well, it does help having a doctor in the family.
Vicky: Oh, I'm sure. I respect Jamie so much.
Amanda: Yeah, so do I.
Vicky: I hope Lisa realizes how lucky she is to have such a wonderful man.
Amanda: What do you mean?
Vicky: Oh, well, with all the time she spends at that Police station, I just wonder if she has enough time left for Jamie, that's all.
Jamie: Hello, Mitch.
Jamie: Hi. Have you seen Lisa, by any chance?
Mitch: Uh, no. Yeah. Actually, she gave me this note. She wanted me to give it to you.
Jamie: Hmm. I see.
Jamie: Well, thanks a lot, Mitch.
Mitch: No problem.
Jamie: Thank you.
[Knock on door]
Lisa: Just a minute!
Lisa: Ok. You can come in now.
Lisa: Good afternoon, Dr. Frame.
Jamie: Hello, Ms. Grady.
Lisa: I see you got my message.
Michael: Donna, you've got to put a stop to this. You've got to stop blaming yourself. It's not going to bring the baby back! It was not your fault.
Donna: How do you know that?
Michael: Donna, it was your father. Your father scared you, he chased you, you fell. It was an accident, Donna. It wasn't your fault!
Donna: No, no.
Michael: Yes. And the sooner you accept that, the sooner you let go of your guilt, feel your anger, feel your grief, and let that go, the sooner we can get on with life, Donna. Everything will be all right.
Donna: No, it won't. No, Michael, everything will not be all right. Don't you understand? I have never been able to do the right thing!
Michael: Donna --
Donna: No! I don't even -- I can't do it! I don't even know if I know what's right or wrong anymore! Don't you understand?
Donna: Stop it! I have to -- I have to go downstairs and talk to Bridget.
Vicky: Don't get me wrong, I really like Lisa.
Amanda: Oh, yeah, so do I.
Vicky: I just hope she understands Jamie.
Amanda: You know, that's funny, I don't see my brother as the type of person that's hard to understand.
Vicky: Well, he's a very special person, you know.
Amanda: Yeah, well, he's still my brother, you know?
Vicky: Yeah, I guess so.
Vicky: Amanda, what's the matter?
Amanda: Nothing. I just think I should take a break for a while, that's all.
Vicky: Yeah, ok. Are you sure that's it?
Amanda: Yeah, I haven't been feeling very well since this morning.
Vicky: Well, can I get you something?
Amanda: Yeah, a glass of water maybe.
Vicky: Yeah, sure. What do they call this stuff, morning sickness or something?
Amanda: I don't think it's morning sickness when you have a sore throat. I'm probably just, you know, getting a cold or flu or something.
Vicky: Here you go. Cold, flu? Well --
Vicky: I think I have some cold medicine somewhere.
Amanda: Oh, no, that's ok, really. I don't think I can take it, being pregnant and everything.
Vicky: Oh, yeah, that's right.
Amanda: Wouldn't want to take any chances with the perfect baby.
Vicky: Oh, no, you wouldn't want to do that.
Amanda: Hmm, I hope this doesn't get any worse.
Amanda: Maybe I better just go home.
Vicky: Ok, sure. I'll help you. Come on.
Amanda: Oh, I hate colds even if I'm not pregnant. I make a lousy sick person. I'd call Sam, but I don't even know where he is.
Vicky: Well, we'll find him.
Sam's voice: Quit the job? Then what am I supposed to do for money?
Mitch's voice: You want my advice?
Sam's voice: Yes, Mitch, that's why I came here.
Mitch's voice: I think you should be having this conversation with Amanda --
Singer: Tell me lies tell me sweet little lies
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