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Another World Transcript Wednesday 6/2/04

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Vicky: He should have called me by now. Are you sure you gave him the number to Maryís place? Oh. Well, he must have had an emergency or something. I'm sure he'll call me when he has a minute.

Singer: Caught up in a web of lies but it was just too late to know

Vicky: Tracy -- you're Tracy, aren't you?

Tracy: Yeah.

Vicky: Could I have a refill, please?

Tracy: Would you like to something else with that? I'm going off now, but Iíd be glad to put your order in.

Vicky: No, thanks.

Tracy: You know, this is your fourth cup of coffee.

Vicky: I can handle my caffeine intake, ok?

Tracy: Sorry.

Vicky: Oh, no, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I'm just waiting for somebody, and he hasn't shown up yet.

Tracy: Well, who is it? Maybe I've seen him.

Vicky: Jamie Frame.

Tracy: I've been here all afternoon. He hasn't been here. Was he supposed to come here?

Vicky: I might have misunderstood. I'm just going to wait around for a while, thanks.

Tracy: Ok.

Singer: Woke up to reality and found the future not so bright I dreamt the impossible

Jake: Vicky --

Vicky: Jake!

Josie: Hi, everybody. It's Riviera.

Man: Hi, Riviera. This is Dan the man.

Josie: How you doing, Dan?

Dan: Great. I'm just cooling my heels until the party.

Woman: What are you wearing, Dan? You sound like you have great muscles.

Dan: Torn t-shirt, ripped jeans, and a faded jacket.

Woman: Wow, you're really dressing up for this bash. Will I be able to figure out who you are?

Dan: Maybe, maybe not. Just look for the biceps, baby.

Woman: Riviera, what's your clue going to be?

Josie: Clue?

Woman: Yeah! So we can match you to your code name at the party tonight.

Josie: I don't know if Iím going.

Dan: What? Hey, this is party phone, and tonight we're going to party.

Woman: Yeah, we'll blow the roof off the old mill tonight.

Josie: Well, I've been out all day looking for something for my coming-out party.

Dan: Well, come out; come out, whoever you are.

Woman: Yeah, come on. It's for a good cause. Captain Cool is going to hand out pictures of that little boy so we can all help find his parents.

Dan: You don't want to let down Captain Cool.

[Music plays]

Kevin: Hey, this is some party, Captain Cool.

Matt: Well, thank you, Captain Cool.

Kevin: I don't mind sharing the name with you.

Matt: You won't regret it.

Kevin: Just so long as when they bring the bill, they know which Captain Cool to bring it to.

Matt: Hey, here's your chance to hang loose and make some new friends. Well, I wonder who's who.

Kevin: Well, you're from Bay City. Don't you know some of these people or what?

Matt: Yeah, a few, but the fun is figuring out who belongs to what code name.

Kevin: I think I got one.

Matt: Who?

Kevin: You know the girl that calls herself Garbo?

Matt: Yeah.

Kevin: I recognized her voice.

Matt: Yeah? How is she?

Kevin: I don't think she's going to have any trouble being alone.

Matt: Really? Not that good-looking, huh?

Kevin: She's gorgeous. She's just not very interesting.

Matt: Captain Cool, Captain Cool, we are teenaged boys. Our hormones are driving us crazy. All the books say so. We don't care if girls are interesting or not.

Kevin: You're absolutely right. This is the only time we're going to be able to do this in our lives, man.

Matt: That's right. Cool. Captain Cool. Cool name -- act cool.

Kevin: I'm cool, I'm cool.

Matt: That's cool. Hey, hey!

Kevin: Man, Iíve got to meet somebody. She's going to be beautiful, and she's going to be smart, and she's got to like football.

Matt: Hey, hey, don't ask for miracles. This is going to be the night -- the night for both of us.

Kevin: Did you see Tracy? I mean Dana --

Matt: No.

Kevin: She's going to surprise you, buddy.

Matt: Well, tonight, I'm ready for anything, bud. Hoo-ha!

Singer: Bang, bang, bang I am knocking at your door bang, bang, bang

Nicole: Hi.

Cass: Hi. Man, a person could really develop allergies reading this stuff.

Nicole: What are you reading? Cass, what are those books?

Cass: Local history.

Nicole: Oh, I see.

Cass: Man, Chester was really giving me a hard time about bringing this stuff up here. You'd think it was the Rosetta Stone or something.

Nicole: Well, he probably thought that you were supposed to be on a romantic isle with the woman you supposedly love.

Cass: Mm-hmm. What are you doing?

Nicole: I want to go home.

Cass: We can't go home now.

Nicole: I can. My suitcases are packed.

Cass: Who did that?

Nicole: I did. You didn't even notice.

Cass: Why do you want to go back to Bay City?

Nicole: I do have a business to run, you know.

Cass: You closed the salon for a week.

Nicole: And I'm sure that Mac is anxious to talk to you.

Cass: Mac is in Europe.

Nicole: Look, I just want to go back, ok? You can stay if you want.

Cass: Oh, that's exactly what I want -- to be in a romantic room at a country inn all by myself.

Nicole: Well, you might as well be by yourself.

Cass: You're mad about something.

Nicole: And they told me you weren't perceptive.

Cass: Come on, what's wrong?

Nicole: "What's wrong?" What's wrong is that I have worn oceans of perfume for you. I have smiled my most come-hither smile. I have pranced around the room in things like this. I've practically danced the dance of the seven veils for you, and you want to read!

Cass: That's not true. That's never been true. Hey, if you want proof of how I feel about you, I've been --

Nicole: Stop. That is not what I want.

Cass: Could you maybe be a little clearer here?

Nicole: If that is all that I wanted, then we could have stayed in Bay City.

Cass: We needed time away together.

Nicole: Yes, we did. But I was hoping that the reason was -- oh, boy, I really hate to have to be the one to say this.

Cass: Say what?

Nicole: I thought that you brought me here because you wanted to ask me to marry you.

[Music plays]

Singer: All alone I got to plan before she's gone anybody seen her she's sweet as cherry cake and when we walks, she shakes

Matt: Hi, girls.

Woman: Hi.

Matt: Hi. These are fliers about Mikey, the missing kid who's missing his parents. We're trying to find somebody who knows him. There's a number you can call there and be sure to show it around your neighborhood.

Woman: Are you giving this party?

Matt: If I told you that, you'd know who I was, wouldn't you?

Woman: You can know anything about me.

Matt: You wouldn't be Riviera, would you?

Woman: You want me to be Riviera, Iíll be Riviera.

Matt: Sorry. Wrong number.

Matt: You're not wearing your hat, man.

Kevin: I'm not wearing my hat unless you wear your hat.

Matt: I can't -- then everybody would know that we're both using the same code name.

Kevin: I just want to know who the girl is you've been talking to.

Tracy: Yeah. Me, too.

Kevin: You know, the mystery dream date that's going to change my life.

Tracy: Yeah, if you're lucky.

Kevin: Tracy -- I don't even know what her code name is. How am I supposed to guess who she is if I don't even know what her code name is?

Matt: Hi, Tracy. You look great.

Kevin: Matt --

Matt: It's Madonna, ok?

Kevin: Great, then all I have to do is work up a Sean Penn impersonation and I'll see who comes running.

Tracy: Madonna -- wait a minute. I thought her name was --

Matt: That other girl didn't work out.

Tracy: I heard you talking to her. She sounded like she was working out just fine.

Matt: Well, she wasn't Kevinís type.

Tracy: Whose type is she, Matt?

Kevin: Excuse me. Are we talking about me?

Matt: Look, you're going to love this chick, but you won't meet her if you don't wear the hat.

Tracy: Yeah. The hat's really cool. It fits and everything.

Matt: Look, what did I say? All your problems are over. From now on, Iím going to make sure everyone has one of these fliers -- you, too. Come on, Riviera. Where are you?

Josie: Mama, do we have to do this now?

Sharlene: You'll want some new outfits for the summer, right?

Josie: Well, couldn't we go to a store and buy them? I'm sure there's plenty of discount stores in Bay City.

Sharlene: Is this short enough?

Josie: It's fine.

Sharlene: I copied this from one of those high-fashion magazines. Nobody's going to be able to tell the difference.

Josie: I will.

Sharlene: You were talking on the phone when I came in.

Josie: Is that a crime?

Sharlene: No. I just hope it wasn't that party phone thing.

Josie: Mama --

Sharlene: They charge by the minute on those things. It's practically like calling long distance to Paris, France.

Josie: Not exactly.

Sharlene: That party phone thing is for spoiled little rich kids with nothing to do, not people like us.

Josie: Would it be so bad if I was to meet someone who was rich?

Sharlene: Josie, honey, you're living in the movies. Now, get down and take that skirt off.

Josie: Not here!

Sharlene: Why not?

Josie: Uncle Jason and John.

Sharlene: They're off picking up supplies. Nobody's going to see you.

Josie: Are you sure they're not here? I saw John's truck outside.

Sharlene: They're gone. Now, take that off.

Josie: All right.

Sharlene: Come here. Over, over, over.

Josie: Mama --

Sharlene: Huh?

Josie: Is John going to leave his truck outside all night?

Sharlene: I don't think so. He said something about picking up some lumber.

Josie: He's picking up lumber at night?

Sharlene: Yeah. Since when did you become so interested in the goings-on of the construction business? Hey, hey, hey, this thing is still too big. Are you dieting and not telling me, huh?

Josie: I wasn't so interested, mama. I just thought it would be weird that a lumber yard would be open at night, that's all.

Sharlene: Well, I guess that place over by the old mill has late hours.

Josie: The old mill?

Sharlene: Well, Liz Matthews.

Liz: Hello, Sharlene. I did knock, but I guess you didn't hear.

Sharlene: Uh-huh. I was wondering how long it would take for you to show up. Go on and get changed, huh?

Liz: I'm sorry. We haven't met. I'm Liz Matthews.

Sharlene: Go on.

Josie: Hi, I'm Josie watts.

Liz: Josie watts?

Sharlene: That's right, Liz. This is my daughter.

Cass: I wanted it to be a surprise.

Nicole: I'm surprised, all right.

Cass: It's not what you think.

Nicole: What do I think?

Cass: That I changed my mind or something.

Nicole: You see -- you knew exactly what I was thinking.

Cass: Boy. Actually, I did change my mind.

Nicole: Would you mind calling the desk?

Cass: No --

Nicole: I'm going to need some help with this.

Cass: Not about you.

Nicole: What else is there, Cass? You either want to marry me or you don't.

Cass: No. I changed my mind about proposing to you here.

Nicole: Why?

Cass: Weird things have been happening in this place.

Nicole: Oh, come on.

Cass: It's this room. I mean, why do you think we got such a deal on it? Why won't bellboys come in here, or room service?

Nicole: Because it's just part of the lore. It gives this place a certain mystique.

Cass: A ghost.

Nicole: A what?

Cass: Nicole, I saw a ghost here.

Nicole: Cass, we are leaving right now.

Cass: No, no, we can't.

Nicole: A ghost?

Cass: A ghost. I mean, I didn't see a ghost because I couldn't have seen a ghost because there --

Cass and Nicole: There are no such things as ghosts.

Cass: Exactly.

Nicole: We are leaving right now.

Cass: This woman was not part of some phony mystique.

Nicole: Look, I know you say you saw her.

Cass: I did.

Nicole: And I'll bet she looked just like Kathleen, right?

Cass: How did you know that?

Nicole: Oh, just a lucky guess.

Cass: But that's not who it is. See, I talked to this old guy at the antique shop, and he said it sounded like this woman, Nora Diamond.

Nicole: Nora Diamond?

Cass: The lady in the locket.

Nicole: Cass, that locket is Victorian.

Cass: I know.

Nicole: Well, if Nora Diamond's still around, she's not in very good shape.

Cass: Nora Diamond isn't -- it's her spirit!

Nicole: Oh, her spirit.

Cass: Ok. I know it sounds crazy, especially coming from the cynic of all time, but I swear to you I saw her.

Nicole: Ok, ok.

Cass: Strange things have been happening ever since we checked in here.

Nicole: Oh, Cass, I know that.

Cass: I mean, that -- why do you think I'm doing all this research? Why do you think I couldn't propose to you? Tell me I'm crazy, but I feel a little odd asking you to marry me in a room that's inhabited by a ghost.

Nicole: A ghost?

Cass: You don't believe me. All right, then you explain everything that's been happening.

Nicole: It is Kathleen.

Cass: I thought you said that you didn't believe in ghosts.

Nicole: But it isn't a ghost. It's all those feelings that you still have about her. They won't let you marry me.

Vicky: I'm never going to be able to get these coffee stains off this shirt.

Jake: Marley used to say something about water.

Vicky: She'd know.

Jake: You look terrible.

Vicky: Thank you.

Jake: You jumped a mile when I said your name.

Vicky: No, I didn't.

Jake: Vicky, you spilled coffee all over the table.

Vicky: Well, I don't like being snuck up on, ok?

Jake: All right, Iím sorry.

Vicky: What are you doing here, looking for me?

Jake: No. I thought I'd stop by and see my Uncle Vince.

Vicky: Good, because I don't feel like talking about Marley.

Jake: I'm so glad I bumped into you.

Vicky: No, you're not.

Jake: Look, my wife is across the country right now. She's probably filing for divorce as we speak. It's on my mind, all right?

Vicky: So you come running to good old Vicky? I put out advice now. I used to just put out.

Jake: Getting a little loud, don't you think?

Vicky: I don't care. I am sick of being the doormat that men wipe their feet on until they find their good little girl.

Jake: Vicky, what is the matter with you?

Vicky: Why don't you just get out of here? Why don't you just go away, Jake?

Jake: Something's happened.

Vicky: Oh, you're such a sleuth. Where's the waitress? What do you have to do to get a drink around here?

Jake: Have you eaten yet?

Vicky: No. I'm not hungry.

Jake: I'm going to get you out of here before you make a bigger scene than you already have.

Vicky: Oh, and what do you care?

Jake: I cannot believe you have to ask. Let's go, all right? Go. Go.

Singer: Shattered dreams shattered dreams feel like I could run away

Sharlene: Now, go take that off.

Josie: I thought you wanted to mark the side seams.

Sharlene: I'll do it later.

Liz: I just discovered you were back in town, Sharlene.

Sharlene: Yeah, well, we've been here a couple of days. I guess news travels fast.

Liz: And that you had a daughter.

Josie: How do you know my mom?

Liz: Your mother and my nephew were --

Sharlene: We were married. I told you all about that. Now, go on.

Josie: Oh. Oh, yeah, Russ Matthews.

Sharlene: That's right. Now, go get changed. And put on something grubby because I haven't finished that watering the garden.

Josie: All right. Mama --

Sharlene: What?

Josie: Why don't I take a walk to the store first? We don't have any milk for the morning.

Sharlene: Ok, sure, sure.

Josie: Ok. It was nice meeting you.

Liz: I'm very pleased to have met you, Josie. She's a nice girl. She looks a lot like you.

Sharlene: Ok, Liz, what do you want?

[Music plays]

Jake: So why did you buy this?

Vicky: What, you don't like it?

Jake: No, it's great. I just wondered what made you pick it. Somebody tell you about it?

Vicky: No, no one told me.

Jake: Honey, we're from Lassiter. We don't know from 1980 chateaus.

Vicky: Hmm.

Jake: What, did you get a wine list when you got your inheritance?

Vicky: No, nothing like that. You see, I go into a liquor store, and I get the second-most expensive bottle of wine they have. Well, if I got the first-most expensive bottle, then everybody would think I was nouveau riche.

Jake: You are the nouveauest of the nouveau.

Vicky: Are you trying to tell me that you don't know all about those California vineyards after spending all that time mixing it up with all those people that mattered?

Jake: You're absolutely right. Suddenly you find yourself having conversations about the difference between Chardonnay as opposed to Sauvignon Blanc, and you ask, "How the hell did I get here?"

Vicky: Do you know that Iíve got eight wine glasses that cost more than that rent we paid for that place on Cheney Street?

Jake: You know, if you would have told me that we would wind up like this, I'd never believe it. What's so funny?

Vicky: You know those stories that work out you get whatever you want except there's one big crook in it? I used to want to have boatloads of money, to be sipping wine with you out of crystal glasses, and listening to the best stereo there ever was.

Jake: It's a great stereo.

Vicky: It's great wine. I just never thought we would be alone, together.

Jake: Vicky, just because I blew it doesn't mean it's going to happen to you.

Vicky: Oh.

Jake: You going to tell me what's wrong?

Vicky: Talk about blowing it? Messing around on the side was dumb, Jake, real dumb --

Jake: I know, I know.

Vicky: And letting Marley find out about it was even dumber.

Jake: That I don't know about.

Vicky: But it doesn't even come close to what I did.

Jake: You going to tell me?

Vicky: No secrets. I told Jamie I was pregnant.

Jake: Oh, Vicky.

Vicky: And Jamie found out that I lied, and it didn't sit too well with him.

Jake: No.

Vicky: Yeah. He was right testy.

Jake: I can imagine.

Vicky: I got dumped, Jake. I got put in my place; I got told where to go dumped. "I never want to see you again" dumped. The whole rap. What am I going to do?

Singer: It's killing me that's true

Sharlene: Josie? Jose, what are you doing up there?

Josie: Hold your horses, mama.

Sharlene: I thought you were going to go to the store. You've been up there 10 minutes.

Josie: I am, I am. I'll see you later. It was nice meeting you.

Liz: Thank you.

Sharlene: And pick up something for in the morning, huh? Some doughnuts or something.

Josie: Ok.

Sharlene: More tea?

Liz: No, thanks. This is fine.

Sharlene: Mac tells you I was back here? You're working for him, right?

Liz: Well, yes. I'm his administrative assistant. This wonderful girl, Julie Ann Edwards, she's his secretary.

Sharlene: That's fascinating.

Liz: Well, the reason I tell you that is because Julie Ann knows Josie.

Sharlene: Is that right?

Liz: Yes, and Julie Ann is a great friend of Amandaís, and she told me how wonderful Josie was with their baby.

Sharlene: So this Julie Ann told you about Josie.

Liz: That's right, and how good she was with the baby.

Sharlene: Did she tell you that Josie was my daughter?

Liz: No. Amanda told me that.

Sharlene: Oh, and so you decided to come out and welcome me back, tell me how much she looks like me.

Liz: She does.

Sharlene: But that still doesn't answer your question, does it?

Liz: I have a right to know.

Sharlene: Do you?

Liz: Yes, I do. Is she Russ' daughter?

Cass: I think it's very, very important that we not get emotional here.

Nicole: Is that right?

Cass: Yes. We were talking about my asking you to marry me. Now, I think we have to remain very calm and stick to the subject at hand.

Nicole: We were talking about Kathleen.

Cass: No, you were talking about Kathleen. Now, see, that's exactly what I mean. If you drag Kathleen into this discussion, it's going to get very, very complicated.

Nicole: I'm trying to get to the truth.

Cass: The truth is I didn't think it was appropriate to propose to you in a room with a ghost.

Nicole: A redheaded ghost that looks like Kathleen.

Cass: And even if I was going to propose to you, the ring is gone.

Nicole: You bought a ring?

Cass: Yes. But apparently this apparition has a thing for jewelry. First, my watch went floating around the room, and then the locket, and then the ring was gone from the box.

Nicole: So you brought this ring here and you were about to ask me when you saw a ghost, and you decided to do some historical research instead.

Cass: You are purposely twisting things -- no. Listen -- if I came to you and asked you to marry me and pulled out a ring box and opened it up and it was empty, you'd think I was trying to con you out of a ring.

Nicole: But I would have said yes.

Cass: I still maintain that things are really strange around here. It's neither the time nor the place -- look for yourself. You can imagine how I felt when I opened up this box and discovered that it was empty.

Nicole: It's lovely.

Cass: What?

Nicole: Well, it was just pushed down under the felt. Cass, it's beautiful.

Cass: It was there all the time?

Nicole: Looks that way.

Cass: But that's impossible. Nicole, I swear to you, I ripped this box apart. Well, hmm -- this changes things.

Nicole: It does?

Cass: Yeah. I mean, I guess -- hey, this is it. Nicole -- here's the ring. How about it?

Nicole: You're asking me to marry you?

Cass: You got it. Here. Nicole, I can't put the ring on your finger when you ball your hand up in a fist.

Nicole: That's right.

Cass: What's wrong?

Nicole: You didn't wait for my answer.

Cass: Well, I thought -- I mean, isn't that just a mere technicality?

Nicole: No. The answer is no.

Cass: Your answer is, no, it's not a mere technicality, or, no, you won't marry me?

Nicole: No, Cass, I won't marry you.

Cass: That's it?

Nicole: That's it.

Cass: Oh, fine. Fine. That's just fine. I don't suppose you feel the need to offer any explanation.

Nicole: No, but I will.

Cass: I mean, here I am -- I'm put in my place for not proposing to you, and then when I do ask for your hand in marriage, I get the back of that hand flung in my face.

Nicole: Well, you sure made it hard for me to turn you down. I mean, you didn't exactly sweep me off of my feet.

Cass: Oh, so now we're critiquing my proposal? Cass Winthrop, no stars.

Nicole: Cass, you said, "Hereís the ring. How about it?" I didn't exactly hear bells.

Cass: Maybe I should have quoted Yeats.

Nicole: That's not the reason I turned you down.

Cass: Well, I'm sure Iím going to hear it, aren't I?

Nicole: Cass, you say the ring is missing when it's not. You see Kathleen in the window.

Cass: Nora! I see Nora!

Nicole: And you call out Kathleenís name in your sleep.

Cass: I did?

Nicole: You did. It doesn't take Anna Freud to see you have some unresolved feelings.

Cass: No, I do not.

Nicole: Of course you do.

Cass: And if you had confided in me that you had seen a ghost, I wouldn't accuse you of having unresolved feelings.

Nicole: Cass, I'm not mad at you.

Cass: Well, bully for you.

Nicole: I'm just not going to marry you if you're not sure you want to.

Cass: I'm sure. You don't think I'm sure? I'm completely sure I'm sure. Who bought you the ring? Who whisked you away to our favorite place? I mean, in my book, that means Iím sure.

Nicole: Who are you trying to convince?

Cass: I mean, this ring wasn't cheap, you know.

Nicole: You or me?

Cass: What?

Nicole: Me thinks thou doth protest too much.

Cass: What?

Nicole: Methinks thou doth protest too much.

Cass: You know I really hate it when women get all analytical, start telling you that you don't mean what you mean and what you do mean means something completely different.

Nicole: I just think it's too soon for you to take such a big step.

Cass: You're the one who said no. You're the one with the unresolved feelings, not me.

Nicole: Maybe you're right.

Cass: I mean, you're not the one who bought the ring. I mean, you're not the one who was fumbling ineptly for the right words to express what's inside here.

Nicole: All right. All right. I take full responsibility here. I, Nicole Love, am not ready to marry a man who sees ghosts that look like his dead wife.

Cass: So this is all your fault?

Nicole: Yes, Cass, it is. You know how overcautious I am.

Cass: That's ok. I understand.

Nicole: Well, you always do.

Cass: Let's get this clear here. My feelings are resolved. It's yours that aren't.

Nicole: Right. Whatever you say.

Cass: Ok. Is there anything I can do to help you get through this?

Nicole: Well, maybe we could talk about it -- the apparitions, the ring, all about it.

Cass: I think you're absolutely right. We have to confront this, and otherwise, there's no way we're going to be able to resolve the doubts that you're feeling.

Nicole: Right.

Cass: Ok. Well, let's see. Where do we begin?

Sharlene: I bet you were up all night trying to figure this out.

Liz: Well, if Josie is part of my family, I want to know. Not that you owe me an explanation.

Sharlene: You got that right.

Liz: In the past few years, I lost my niece and my granddaughter, and they were precious to me.

Sharlene: I heard about Sally.

Liz: So if this child is part of our family, I promise you, Sharlene, you won't regret telling me.

Sharlene: After Russ and I broke up, I wanted to get as far away as I could from Bay City and everything that reminded me of him. I was still very much in love with him. I'm sure you don't believe that.

Liz: It doesn't matter what I believe.

Sharlene: I went to L.A., And I got myself a job as a cocktail waitress. I was tired of trying to be the good doctor's wife, so I decided to pick something kind of easy. And that's how I met Phil.

Liz: Phil who?

Sharlene: Phil Taylor. He sold used cars, but he had a secret desire to be a movie actor.

Liz: Oh, please, Sharlene --

Sharlene: The first time we went out, I told him everything about myself. I was pretty tired of keeping secrets from Russ. And you know what Phil said? He said, "so what?" Being with him was so easy. All of that hurt started to go away. I got so comfortable with him, I got kind of careless, and three months after we started going out, I found out I was pregnant with Josie.

Liz: Three months?

Sharlene: That's right, Liz. Russ and I hadn't been man and wife for six months when I found out I was pregnant. Phil is her daddy.

Liz: Why on earth do you call her Josie Watts?

Sharlene: Well, all that free and easy stuff Phil had going for him didn't apply to children. He dropped me as soon as I gave him the news. I gave her the name of my first husband, but Josie knows that Phil is her daddy -- genetically, anyway. He's never had anything to do with us.

Liz: I'm sorry.

Sharlene: And I am sorry for your trouble, Liz, but Josieís my daughter and only mine. I came back here to get us a new start, and I don't want anybody to get in the way of that.

Liz: Thanks for your honesty. I hope things work out for you and for Josie.

[Music plays]

Matt: Hi.

Woman: Like hi.

Matt: The beret's a clue, right?

Woman: Right.

Matt: It wouldn't be a French beret, like French Riviera?

Woman: No, man, it's like a beatnik beret. My soul is in the 1950s.

Matt: Good luck. Here's a flier. There's a number you can call there if you see the kid.

Woman: You don't want to hang out? I brought a book of poetry about rain, pollution, and space.

Matt: Maybe later, right? Major reality dropout, there. Whew. You look good.

Kevin: I'm not having much luck, Matt.

Matt: What do you mean?

Kevin: There are beautiful girls here, but they're all looking for somebody else. Some of the other kids are going to go for a midnight swim. Why don't we just wrap up the party and go?

Matt: Wait, wait, no, we can't go until she gets here. She won't know where to go.

Kevin: Who?

Matt: Madonna, the woman of your dreams.

Kevin: Yeah, well, she better hurry up because things are winding down.

Matt: I'll take care of that.

Kevin: How?

Matt: No, don't worry about that. A little rock 'n' roll music here.

Singer: At night when you turn off all the lights there's no place that you can hide no, no the rhythm is gonna get you in bed throw the cover on your head

Matt: When in doubt, try rock 'n' roll.

Kevin: Awesome.

Matt: I know.

Singer: I know it the rhythm is gonna get you rhythm is gonna get you rhythm is gonna get you rhythm is gonna get you the rhythm is gonna get you tonight

[Cass sneezes]

Nicole: Oh!

Cass: I'm sorry.

Nicole: Oh!

Cass: Here.

Nicole: Cass, these are filthy.

Cass: I thought you wanted to confront this thing.

Nicole: Confront it, not get mired in it.

Cass: Ok, now, what we do is we look for any reference to Nora Diamond, and then we try to figure out what this place meant to her and why she's appearing to us.

Nicole: To you.

Cass: What?

Nicole: She's appearing to you, and we both know why.

Cass: Nicole --

Nicole: What?

Cass: Just read.

Nicole: All right, Nora Diamond, Nora Diamond, Nora Diamond.

Cass: Do you always do this when you read?

Nicole: Almost always. Oh, here we are. Born in this house.

Cass: I'll bet this was her room, and then after she died, they sold the place and it was turned into an inn.

Nicole: Known for her red hair, fell in love at the age of 17. Bingo.

Cass: What?

Nicole: Listen to this -- "and after her lover wronged her, the handsome Nora Diamond left this area for Europe. There she married, prospered, and lived a long and happy life." Doesn't sound like a tortured soul to me.

Cass: Give me that book.

Nicole: Well, I guess you better come up with another reason for not wanting to marry me. Nora Diamond doesn't seem to care one way or the other.

Cass: Hey, Nicole -- Nicole, we haven't even read these other books.

Nicole: I'm not going to read any more. I have to get some air.

Cass: Nicole!

Matt: Hi, Josie.

Josie: Hi.

Matt: You got the night off from Amandaís, huh?

Josie: Yeah.

Matt: You look great. I almost didn't recognize you.

Josie: Is that supposed to be a compliment?

Matt: It is. Actually, I'm surprised to see you here.

Josie: Why?

Matt: Well, I thought something like the party phone would be a little immature for a girl like you.

Josie: Well, I just dropped by to see what Bay City kids waste their time on.

Matt: Yeah, well, see you later.

Josie: Stupid, stupid, stupid.

Kevin: Josie.

Josie: Hey. You must be Captain Cool.

Kevin: How'd you know?

Josie: I heard Matthew call you that over at Amandaís.

Kevin: Oh. I thought maybe it was the cool aura emanating from my body.

Josie: Well, that, too.

Kevin: Well, now I can take off this stupid hat. You look really hot.

Josie: Oh. Well, thanks.

Kevin: Hey, your code name wouldn't happen to be Madonna, would it?

Josie: Oh, no, I don't have a code name. I heard about the party from someone else. But I did hear about you, that you have this adventurous spirit. You have big plans, like going to Europe.

Kevin: I'd be lucky if I could afford a train ticket to Chicago. Who'd want to go to Europe, anyway? Everybody talks a different language. Forget it.

Josie: You mean you don't want to go around the world, travel.

Kevin: Travel? I travel fine on my Harley, hmm? I listen to Springsteen on the headphones. He's my main man. Hey, would you like to take a ride with me sometime?

Josie: Do you have a motorcycle?

Kevin: Yeah.

Josie: You don't seem like the type.

Kevin: Oh, it's the shop right now, so I take the bus.

Josie: Well, I can't wait to get out on my own. There's so much I want to see and do. I thought you felt the same way. I mean, that's what I heard.

Kevin: No. I just want to sit by the pool, soak up some summer rays. Hey, how'd you like to join me someday, huh? I bet you'd look great in a bikini.

Josie: You seem too -- too hip.

Kevin: Hey, thanks, babe.

Josie: You are Captain Cool, right?

Kevin: Well, there is another one, but --

Josie: Excuse me. This isn't going the way I thought.

Kevin: Am I coming on too strong?

Josie: Like a bulldozer.

Tracy: Kevin, you'll never guess who I met -- the guy who calls himself Rambo. He's shorter than I am. Hey, Kevin, what's wrong?

Kevin: I just blew it.

Tracy: When?

Kevin: I just sounded like some wacko party animal.

Tracy: That doesn't sound like you. What are you talking about?

Kevin: I know, I just -- I saw her there, and I wanted her to like me, so all of a sudden I come on like some -- some weirdo. I don't know.

Tracy: Well, did you meet the woman of your dreams? I mean, did Madonna show up?

Kevin: Well, you're half right.

Jake: You told him you were pregnant?

Vicky: Yeah, well, I had to do something that would ace out Lisa Grady once and for all.

Jake: And I'm sure -- and I'm sure that Lisa Grady is the kind of person who wouldn't say she was pregnant unless, of course, she was.

Vicky: Hey, it could have worked, ok?

Jake: Oh, yeah, there was only one problem that I could see, and that is what was going to happen in a couple of months when he found out that there was no -- bun in the oven?

Vicky: Had a miscarriage.

Jake: Come on, Vicky, the guy's a doctor!

Vicky: All right, Iíve had my comeuppance, ok? You don't have to rub it in.

Jake: I'm sorry.

Vicky: Yeah, right.

Jake: No, I am. I mean, you must've loved the guy a lot to pull a dumb stunt like that, because you're not usually dumb.

Vicky: Oh, yeah?

Jake: You had everybody in Lassiter buffaloed, didn't you?

Vicky: Except you.

Jake: No. No, me most of all.

Vicky: I'm still not a very good cook. But I do have enough money for steaks, though.

Jake: Sure. And I promise, Iíll try not to laugh.

Vicky: Hey, it's ok. All of a sudden, Iím feeling better.

Singer: Something's taking hold of me

Josie: I just wanted to apologize for what I said before and for the way I acted at Amandaís. I have such a big mouth sometimes.

Matt: You donít. It's ok, really.

Josie: It's tough moving to a new town.

Matt: Yeah, I know. When I first went off to boarding school -- kids make it pretty tough for a newcomer.

Josie: Well, this party's a great idea, anyway. The guy who thought it up must have been pretty special.

Matt: Yeah. Hey, since I haven't welcomed you formally to Bay City, how about a dance?

Josie: Me?

Matt: Yeah. Would you like to hit the floor?

Tracy: Hey, Matt. There you are, huh? Hi. Look, I haven't danced with you all night, so come on. Let's go. Come on.

Matt: Sure. Don't leave, ok?

Singer: She wants the world to see that with him is where she wants to be

Sharlene: Josie!

Sharlene: Hi. Is this the quick right Route 9? Yeah, this is Sharlene Watts. Mary -- hi. Is that you? Listen, I was wondering what time Josie came in there tonight. You know, she still isn't home yet, and I -- she didn't? Not at all? No, no, no. I tell you what, that's ok. I think I know how to find her. Yeah, thanks. Yeah -- yes, ma'am. Have you got a number for something called party phone? Thank you. Please let her be all right so I can kill her myself. Hello -- hi. I just thought Iíd call in and find out what's going on -- my what? Code name? Aunt Liz. Hello? Yeah. Gosh - are there only usually two of you on the phone? What party? The mill. Oh, Captain Cool. No, no, no, honey, that's all right. Aunt Liz is signing off. She has got herself a party to go to.

Cass: "Father." Oh, boy.

Cass: Oh, no! Wait a second. What's this? Hey -- hey!

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