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Another World Transcript Monday 6/21/04

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Chris: I'll see if the paper's come, Mikey. Hey, here it is. You know, I think there was going to be something about Michael in the paper today. Let's see. There. Because I did such a good job taking care of you the other night --

Mikey: Yeah.

Chris: Donna decided to let me do it again. Of course, I don't know if you're taking care of me. Who's that?

Mikey: Michael!

Chris: Michael Hudson. Let's see what they say. "Local tycoon Michael --" tycoon? Did you know he was a tycoon?

Mikey: Yeah.

Chris: "Is expected to return late tonight from the Persian Gulf. His oil company operations there have not been in jeopardy before, but because of recent developments in the Middle East, there's --" well, Mikey, you don't need to know about the Middle East!

Mikey: Yeah.

Chris: There's plenty of time for that. Oh, you're such a sweetheart. You know, I'll bet you miss Michael.

Mikey: Yeah.

Chris: I think we should -- we should think good thoughts about him, ok? And I'm going to take care of you since Donna’s not here. Why don't you come over and sit with me, ok? Oh, you sweetheart.

Mikey: Yeah.

Chris: Let's look at Michael’s picture!

Mikey: Yeah!

Chris: What's he doing in the paper there? Oh, that's very good. I like this one.

Mikey: Ooh.

Chris: Yeah. You know, I have a little game that we're going to play later. It's called dot-dot-line-line, and it's lots of fun. Oh, we're just going to be fine.

Mikey: Yeah.

Chris: Yeah.

Mikey: Yeah.

Chris: Oh, you're so sweet. Yeah.

Josie: Oh, Alli, isn't this beautiful? Can you imagine having dinner right next to your own swimming pool? I'm not talking hamburgers and baked beans, either. I'm talking fancy food like Caesar’s salad and soufflé, champagne from a silver bucket. You're going to know all about these things because you're part Cory. Now I'm going to know about them, too. It's just going to be a little harder for me, that's all.

Matt: Hey, Josie!

Josie: Matt. I didn't know you were here.

Matt: How's my niece doing?

Josie: Oh, she's been good as gold all day.

Matt: That's my girl. You be good for the sitter and then give the parents all the trouble.

Josie: Oh, Matt.

Matt: What's all this?

Josie: Oh, Amanda is having a fancy dinner party for Sam’s new boss --

Matt: Mm-hmm.

Josie: And she's so nervous. Your mom and Mr. Cory had to go out, so she's going to do it all by herself.

Matt: Gosh. Amanda was the craziest girl I knew. I mean, she'd do anything. Now she's nervous about cooking dinner for her husband's boss. Sounds like Blondie and Dagwood, you know?

Josie: She loves Sam. People will do anything for the person they love.

Matt: Oh.

Josie: I know I would.

[Matt babbles]

Josie: How about a little snack, huh? A little snack treat? Want some apple juice? Huh?

Matt: Hey, how do you know so much about babies there?

Josie: I don't know. They just always interested me.

Matt: Ooh.

Josie: I love babies.

Matt: Yeah, yeah.

Josie: Do you want try and pat her? She seems a little fussy.

Matt: Sure.

Josie: Ok.

Matt: Let me see.

Josie: Just take her like that.

Matt: I want to get the right position here.

Josie: No, no, this way.

Matt: Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Josie: Got to pat her the other way.

Matt: That's all right. Here, let's change you.

Josie: Go that way -- that's right.

Matt: Yeah.

Josie: That's right.

Matt: Ooh, hey, this isn't too bad.

Josie: No, it's not bad. Not bad at all.

Cass: Ok, I got Nelson, I got a locket with a picture of Nora. Nelson won't talk, so I got Teresa the chambermaid. Go to an address, I get a convent. I find out she's Sister Teresa and she's got a vow of silence. But she writes me notes, so I've got the information that Nora was murdered and Max lives. Then I’ve got father Maximillian.

[Door closes]

Cass: And --

Nicole: Cass?

Cass: Is he -- hi, I’m out -- I'm out here. Is he Max? No, he's not Max, so --

Nicole: Hi.

Cass: I got dead end. Hi.

Nicole: Back already, huh?

Cass: Yeah. I went to talk to father Maximillian.

Nicole: Hmm.

Cass: He's not Max.

Nicole: I know.

Cass: You do?

Nicole: In fact, I think I know more than you do.

Cass: How could you?

Nicole: Because I think I found somebody else who knew Nora.

Matt: Yeah. Good baby, Alli. Good, good --

Josie: You don't have to pat her quite so hard.

Matt: I don't?

Josie: No, just slightly. That'll bring it up.

Matt: "Bring it up"?

Josie: The air bubble.

Matt: That's all?

Josie: Well, I told you to put a diaper on your shoulder.

Matt: Yeah, I don't look good with diapers on my shoulders.

Josie: Well, don't say I didn't warn you.

Matt: Ooh.

[Alli cries]

Josie: Oh, shush.

Matt: Oh.

Sam: All right, that's my girl!

Amanda: They should've been here by now.

Sam: Amanda, please, calm down, ok?

Amanda: You don't understand, Sam. The soufflé is split-second timing. If he doesn't show up in 12 minutes, we are not going to have any dinner.

Sam: He'll be here. I promise, ok?

Matt: Good baby, good --

Sam: Well, uncle Matt. I see Alexandra has initiated you into the ranks of her followers.

Matt: Oh, yeah.

Sam: Mm-hmm.

[Matt babbles]

Matt: What?

Josie: You have spit-up on your shirt.

Matt: Oh!

Josie: Here, here. I'll take her.

Matt: Alli!

Josie: Come here, sweetie.

Amanda: You better get that out because it'll stain.

Matt: No, no, don't say that! This is my favorite shirt.

Sam: Come on, buddy. I'm getting to be a pro at taking this out.

Amanda: Sam, don't be gone too long, ok?

[Alli fusses]

Sam: Amanda Fowler, relax. Ok?

Amanda: Soufflé -- why would I have to serve crabmeat soufflé?

Josie: Well, I have the baby all fed and she's ready to be put to bed if you want.

Amanda: Oh, you're probably tired, pumpkin, aren't you?

Josie: Do you want me to stay till after the party?

Amanda: Oh, no, no, that's ok. Really.

[Alli cries]

Josie: Shh, shh. I mean, I don't mind.

Amanda: No, you can leave as soon as you put her to sleep. Hilda said that she'll check in on her, so that'll be fine. I know you have other things you want to do.

Josie: Well, I could stay here and watch little Alli, or I could go home and help my mother wash woodwork. Which would you rather do?

Amanda: Ok, that sounds great. At least I know Alli will be in good hands, which is more than I can say for the soufflé.

Josie: Are you really that nervous?

Amanda: Um, "petrified beyond belief" is a really good term.

Josie: Oh. Well, why?

Amanda: I don't know. My mother can do this. She can have dinner for 40 people. I just -- I can't do it.

Josie: You grew up around stuff like this, right?

Amanda: Right. That doesn't make it any easier when it's your own.

Josie: No, no, I meant that you've always had something that I’ve always wanted.

Amanda: Well, you know, I don't think I ever really appreciated having money until I got married and didn't have that much anymore.

Josie: But you can always come back here. I mean, you don't have to serve meatloaf on the kitchen table for your husband's boss.

Amanda: I guess you're right. I really don't have anything to complain about.

[Josie sighs]

Josie: I'm going to have a place like this someday, no matter what it takes. Matt, hi. How's your shirt?

Matt: Fine. Hilda said she'd get it clean after I brought down the hors d'oeuvres.

Amanda: Ok, right here.

Josie: You should have seen him with Alli earlier. He fed her and everything.

Amanda: Oh, yeah?

Josie: Mm-hmm.

Matt: Yeah.

Amanda: Get!

Matt: Helen told me to tell you something.

Amanda: What?

Matt: Soufflé will be done in five minutes.

Amanda: Five minutes?

Matt: Yep.

Amanda: Where's Sam?

Matt: Beats me.

Amanda: What am I going to do?

Josie: Why don't I take Alli up to bed? You want to walk up with me, Matt?

Matt: No, thanks. That's all right. You go ahead.

Josie: Ok.

Amanda: Ok, I'm going to go up to the house, too. I'm going to look for Sam. You can stay here in case Mr. Marsten comes.

Matt: Wait -- what if he's late and the soufflé falls?

Amanda: You mean, what if I have to serve soupy, crab-flavored bread crumbs to the man who's changing Sam’s entire life?

Matt: Yes.

Amanda: That's easy. I'll just die.

Amanda: Mr. Marsten?

Drew: Well, I hope I’m in the right place.

Amanda: Oh, you are.

Drew: I might be a little late. I had a business meeting. These are for you.

Amanda: Oh, thank you. Are you kidding? It's no problem at all, really.

Matt: Matthew Cory, Amanda’s brother.

Drew: Matthew, nice to meet you. I'm Drew Marsten.

Amanda: I'm sorry. I guess I should've introduced you.

Drew: Well, aren't we missing someone?

Amanda: Who?

Drew: Sam.

Amanda: Oh, right. Matthew, take these up to the house and tell Hilda to put them in water, and also find Sam and tell him Mr. Marsten is here.

Drew: Drew, please.

Amanda: Drew. Now.

Matt: Oh, sure, no problem.

[Southern accent] I kind of feel like Miss America. Thank you, thank you.

Amanda: Would you like something to drink? We have champagne.

Drew: No, that's ok. I'll wait for Sam.

Amanda: Ok.

Drew: Lovely night tonight.

Amanda: Yes, it is. Yeah. I hope you didn't mind coming all the way out here. It's just that our place is a little bit crowded right now.

Drew: No, I don't mind, not at all. As a matter of fact, I can think of no place on earth I’d rather be tonight than the Cory estate.

Sam: Drew.

Drew: Well, Mr. Fowler.

Sam: Sam.

Drew: Sam.

Sam: Yeah.

Drew: I was just telling your wife how delighted I am to be here tonight.

Chris: Hey, can you laugh?

[Mikey laughs]

Chris: I know you can laugh. You're such a good laugher.

Mikey: Yeah.

Chris: Oh, I love to hear you laugh. I know what we can do.

Mikey: Oh.

Chris: Let's tickle the bunny. That'll make you laugh, huh?

Mikey: Hey.

Chris: Dot, dot, line, line, spider crawling up your spine. Tight squeeze, cool breeze. Now you've got the shimmeries!

[Chris laughs]

Chris: Come here to me, you sweetheart.

Bridget: I heard the two of you laughing all the way out in the kitchen.

Chris: Oh, did you hear that, Mikey? We were making too much noise.

Bridget: Oh, I didn't say that. It's a lovely sound.

Chris: Yes, it is, isn't it? Did you want something, Bridget?

Bridget: Oh, well, I wanted to tell you that Mikey's dinner is all ready. I made you orzo with tomato sauce, and there's a lovely piece of Dover sole for you.

Chris: Mmm, that sounds good, Mikey.

Bridget: And I made enough for the two of you.

Chris: Oh, thank you. I already had dinner.

Bridget: Oh.

Chris: But I know Mikey is hungry.

Bridget: Well, it's all the more for you then, Mikey, eh?

Chris: Can you say "thank you," Mikey?

Mikey: Thank you.

Bridget: Oh, you're welcome. I better be on my way, you know. I won't be later than 11:00 -- well, maybe it might be 11:30.

Chris: That's fine.

Bridget: All right. I'll see you, Michael. I'll see you in the morning, ok, Mike? Ok?

Chris: Say "bye-bye."

Bridget: Ok, ta-ta.

Mikey: Bye-bye!

Bridget: Bye-bye! Bye-bye!

Chris: Oh. Oh, yeah.

Bridget: Are you sure you're going to be all right?

Chris: Oh, I'll be fine, honest. Have a wonderful time tonight. I know we will.

Bridget: Oh, dear, be sure to pick up all the blocks that are on the floor here, dear.

Chris: Oh, the blocks. Yes, I’ll get them.

Bridget: Oh, good. Good night, dear.

Chris: Oh, how many more blocks have we got?

Mikey: Yeah.

Chris: Yes. Why don't you hold them under the table?

Cass: Nicole, would you come out here, please?

[Nicole sighs]

Nicole: That was relaxing.

Cass: Oh, how nice for you. You tell me that you found out something more about Nora, and then you slam the door in my face?

Nicole: Cass, I was hot. I wanted to freshen up a bit.

Cass: Oh, ok. Well, you're all freshened up now, so who did you talk to?

Nicole: Tell me what father Maximillian said first.

Cass: You're trying to drive me crazy, aren't you?

Nicole: Cass, I need to know what he said to find out if I'm on the right track or not.

Cass: But you said --

Nicole: Cass, just tell me what you found out.

Cass: All right, all right! Father Max is a sweet old guy who never even set foot in this town until five years ago.

Nicole: Hmm, the plot thickens.

Cass: He's not our Max.

Nicole: And Sister Teresa?

Cass: Her reality -- well, it's not the same as our reality.

Nicole: Huh?

Cass: Well, that's what father Maximillian said. She was very badly traumatized when she was young and --

Nicole: Oh, no, the poor thing.

Cass: Now she doesn't have all her cups in the cupboard.

Nicole: What a lovely sentiment.

Cass: Well, it's just that I -- I think that she's got the key to all of this, and now I don't know if we can trust what she says or not.

Nicole: You talk to ghosts and you're making fun of her?

Cass: I got a lot of nerve, don't I?

Nicole: Yeah.

Cass: Yeah. Man. When we found out about father Maximillian, I thought we had it, you know?

Nicole: Hmm.

Cass: This whole thing is getting on my nerves a little.

Nicole: You're sure it's not him?

Cass: I'm sure it's not him.

Nicole: I don't think so, either.

Cass: Oh, really?

Nicole: Mm-hmm.

Cass: Well, is her ladyship finally going to tell me what she knows, what she found out?

Nicole: I talked to Nelson -- at the antique store?

Cass: Nelson at the antique store?

Nicole: That's right.

Cass: That's how you found out who knew Nora?

Nicole: Now, listen --

Cass: Your news, your big news to me is that Nelson at the antique store knew Nora?

Nicole: Now, I think Nelson knew --

Cass: Nicole, that's not how you do it! You can't come in here and say, "I found somebody who knew more about Nora," when it's somebody that we already know knew more about Nora!

Nicole: Are you done yet?

Cass: I mean, that's like me telling you, "hey, guess what -- I know who your sister is. Shall I tell you?"

Nicole: Is this going to wind up pretty soon, Cass?

Cass: It's not -- it is not interesting to tell people things that they already know, Nicole. I want you to tell me something that I don't already know.

Nicole: You admit the possibility that there is something you don't know?

Cass: Ooh, she's getting sarcastic.

Nicole: Cass, I'm pretty sure that Nelson knew Nora very well and that there's a lot more there than he was letting on.

Cass: Like what?

Nicole: Well, we talked about all sorts of things. Mmm. He was married once, but he ran away to sea. And he still doesn't trust women.

Cass: Uh, Nicole, what's the point?

Nicole: Well, Cass, I don't know because as soon as he was about to tell me anything concrete, he changed the subject. And when we started talking about Nora, he got so upset he just turned his back on me.

Cass: And that's it?

Nicole: Oh, Cass, he knows a lot more about her than he's letting on. I think he's hiding something.

Cass: But you don't know what it is?

Nicole: Well, no --

Cass: Ugh.

Nicole: Not yet. Well, he walked away. He just came up with this lame excuse that he wanted to tend to his gardening.

Cass: Well, hang him from the highest tree. He went into his garden and pulled weeds.

Nicole: Cass, didn't Sister Teresa say that this Max was still alive?

Cass: You were there.

Nicole: And the only way that a cloistered nun could know something like that is if Max is associated with the convent where said nun is cloistered.

Cass: Which is why I went to talk to father Max and came up empty.

Nicole: Well, Cass, Nelson didn't go into his backyard to garden. He's the gardener at the convent. Ta-da.

Amanda: I guess I feel a little silly.

Drew: Oh, please, Amanda, don’t.

Amanda: Well, it's just that dinner's ready and if we didn't cut it now, it would've fallen.

Drew: A soufflé? That's my favorite, really.

Sam: Yeah. Well, I'll tell you, we can have the three plates of hors d'oeuvres for dessert.

Amanda: Well, actually, we have 30 seconds right now if you guys want to eat them three at a time.

Drew: Actually, I'll tell you what -- long cocktail hours are passé, hmm?

Sam: Yeah.

Drew: You better appreciate this, Mr. Sam.

Sam: What?

Drew: I don't think a promising writer like your wife ever dreamed about being a housewife and making dinner for her husband's boss.

Amanda: You know I’m a writer?

Drew: I sure do. I think the Fowlers are a very talented family.

Sam: Hmm. Well, you should see Alli. She's finishing that sonata she was working on.

Drew: Oh. Amanda, this is wonderful.

Sam: Mm-hmm.

Amanda: Oh, I'm sure you're just saying that. Sam, it worked. I didn't ruin your career.

Sam: Thank goodness.

Drew: Well, as a matter of fact -- as a matter of fact, if this soufflé had fallen and failed, I was going to fire you, Sam.

Sam: Well, that sounds like a reasonable business practice to me.

Drew: I think you're going to find out that I believe in mixing business and pleasure. I think that a person can be creative when he's relaxed and enjoying himself.

Amanda: Sounds a lot like my father's philosophy. He always says that if you crack the whip, you'll just end up with a bunch of mules.

Drew: Yeah. Now, that sounds like Mac.

Amanda: You know my father?

Drew: Doesn't everybody in Bay City? Actually, Mac’s quite renowned in the publishing world.

Amanda: But Sam said -- oh, doesn't matter. Do you want salad?

Drew: Yes, please. You know, Sam, once my dad was trying to teach me how to drive a car. Everything went wrong. I mean, I really loved my dad and we got along great, but I got so nervous and he got upset. It was just a disaster. He made me stop the car in an intersection and get out.

Sam: Yeah?

Drew: What I’m trying to say is that some situations just never work out. Maybe the fact that -- well, you and Mac -- you might not ever be able to work together.

Amanda: I didn't know you knew about that.

Drew: Well, I know a lot about you two, all of it good.

Singer: Ooh, things are gettin' real funky

Josie’s voice: I'm going to have a place like this someday, no matter what it takes.

Matt: Great.

Singer: And it's not the skunks that are stinkin'

Matt: Great.

Singer: It's the stinkin' lies you tell

Josie: Matt?

Matt: What?

Josie: I -- I heard the music. It sounds great. Who is that?

Matt: Aren't you supposed to be watching Alli?

Josie: No, she's asleep.

Matt: She's asleep? Well, thanks a lot for telling me she's asleep.

[Music turns off]

Josie: You don't have to turn it down. Alli can sleep through anything. Wow, this is a great room.

Matt: Yeah, real expensive, huh?

Josie: What?

Matt: I heard you talking to Amanda. You know, she's 19 years old, she's got a baby! She's scared to death that she's going to screw things up for Sam tonight, and all you can think about is that she's rich!

Josie: I didn't say that.

Matt: Oh -- oh, she doesn't have a care in the world because she's a Cory, right?

Josie: What's gotten into you?

Matt: Look, I was born in this rich family! But my real dad -- he's not rich. He's just a normal guy. You know, this is all just an accident right here.

Josie: Oh, yeah? Well, it's a pretty nice accident.

Matt: Yeah, but my real friends, my real ones -- they're the ones that can see that I’m just a normal guy, too.

Josie: Yeah, with a jeep and a maid and a chauffeur.

Matt: See, that's exactly what I’m talking about! What if I said that -- decided that you were just some dumb farm girl just because you lived on the farm? It's the exact same thing!

Josie: All I said was that I liked nice things.

Matt: Yeah, yeah, and you would do anything to get them -- anything to get them! I was beginning to think that you were all right.

Josie: Oh. Well, wouldn't that just be the living end if the wonderful Matthew Cory thought I was acceptable!

Matt: No, see, I didn't say that.

Josie: Maybe -- maybe you don't want to be a rich kid, maybe it's too much for your sensitive soul. But I don't see you giving any of it away, so you just keep your mouth shut until you know what you're talking about!

Matt: You don't --

Josie: Excuse me. The help isn't supposed to mix with the Cory's.

Matt: No, you don't understand -- you don't understand! She doesn't understand.

Cass: So it wasn't true and she wasn't lying.

Nicole: What's not true? Who wasn't lying?

Cass: Sister Teresa. Father Maximillian is not the only man at the convent. There's also the gardener there who has a way with roses.

Nicole: Cass, wait, slow down. Now tell me what you're thinking.

Cass: We have to talk to her again.

Nicole: Sister Teresa? I think it's too late.

Cass: No. Not sister Teresa.

Nicole: Cass --

Cass: What?

Nicole: What are you doing?

Cass: Shh. Nora? Nora, can you hear me? What?

Nicole: Cass!

Cass: What are you doing?

Nicole: Turning on the light.

Cass: But she doesn't like light!

Nicole: Exactly. Cass, I'm not sitting here while you call up some ghost.

Cass: We have to talk to her again.

Nicole: Why?

Cass: Why? You just figured the whole thing out.

Nicole: I didn't figure out anything. I just realized that Nelson knew Nora.

Cass: Exactly!

Nicole: Nelson --

Cass: Nelson!

Nicole: Nelson knew Nora!

Cass: Nelson knew Nora!

Nicole: No, not Max. Nelson --

Cass: A little scary, huh? Scared?

Nicole: Silly me. You're supposed to be scared of ghosts. It's part of our cultural heritage.

Cass: Right, so, fine. So, ok, you can be scared. But we're never going to figure any of this out if we don't call Nora back again.

Nicole: Well, you can't just call her like she's on a paging system.

Cass: Where are you going?

Nicole: Well, the only time you've seen her and talked to her is when you've either been asleep or drinking. I'm going down for some champagne.

Cass: Oh, now, that's a lousy excuse to get away from here, you chicken.

Nicole: Oh, Cass! She's had plenty of opportunities to talk to me, and she never has.

Cass: So, she's shy.

Nicole: Why should she be shy? Almost invariably, ghosts have the upper hand.

Cass: You don't know everything there is to know about ghosts, you know.

Nicole: Oh, no?

Cass: No.

Nicole: Well, I know a lot about rudeness, and coming into our bedroom when I'm either asleep or gone, to talk to you -- well, I'm sorry, but a lady wouldn't do such a thing.

Cass: You know what I think?

Nicole: No, but I'm sure you're going to tell me.

Cass: I think you're jealous.

Nicole: No, I'm not.

Cass: Jealous.

Nicole: No, don't push, Cass. I myself am amazed at my understanding and remarkable air of calm.

Cass: Jealous. Nicole, listen -- Nicole -- hey, unlock the door, Nicole! She didn't lock it.

Nora: Hello, max.

Cass: You.

Nora: That's right.

Cass: And don't call me Max. My name is Cass.

Nora: Why do you keep insisting that?

Cass: You were here the whole time, weren't you?

Nora: No.

Cass: But you heard me call you.

Nora: Maybe.

Cass: And you waited for Nicole to leave. She's right, you won't even talk to her.

Nora: She doesn't want to talk to me.

Cass: Well, you know, if you'd let her see you, I'm sure that that would change very quickly.

Nora: Perhaps, but I have no need to talk to her.

Cass: She could help you.

Nora: I don't need her help.

Cass: No? Are you sure you weren't listening to that conversation? You heard what she found out, didn't you?

Nora: No. I heard nothing. I only come when you call.

Cass: Oh, now, that's not true.

Nora: Well, maybe not out loud, but you've always called me.

Cass: Well, anyway, Nora, I have to ask you something. Max -- did he have an alias? Now, don't laugh at me. We think that maybe he's not using that name anymore.

Nora: Why would you need an alias?

Cass: I don't know. I'm trying to figure out why none of this makes any sense, why we can't find anybody around here by the name of Max. Max -- what a dumb name. Who on earth would name their poor, innocent newborn baby Max? "Koochie-koochie-coo, Max."

Nora: Well, your parents didn't name you Max.

Cass: I mean, maybe if you're Steven Spielberg or Dustin Hoffman, you could afford to get away with it. My parents didn't name me Max?

Nora: No, it was your nickname. You gave it to yourself because you hated your given name.

Cass: And didn't it ever occur to you to tell me this before?

Nora: Why?

Cass: Oh, never mind. Could you tell me what my given name was?

Nora: Nelson. Nelson Maxwell.

Cass: Yeah! Yes! Whoo! You are a very beautiful ghost.

Nora: I prefer spirit.

Cass: Yes, well, I could use some of those right now. I think we're getting very close to a celebration. Whoo!

[Cass whistles]

Josie: Oh, Alli, what am I going to do? I blew it. He made me mad, and I acted like a total -- a word I hope you never use. He just doesn't understand. I do think a lot about having money. But if he was the poorest guy in the whole world, I'd still feel the same way about him.

Josie: Party phone? This is Riviera. I want to charge this to my home number. 555-6776. Thanks. Hi, everybody, it's Riviera.

Matt: Riviera? Man, I was hoping you'd call in.

Josie: I'm glad you're on the line, too.

Road warrior: Get them -- it's like old home week.

Matt: Road warrior, that you?

Road warrior: I don't feel like talking.

Josie: I guess everybody’s bummed out tonight.

Woman: Well, why not, it's Friday night and we're on the phone.

Matt: Riviera, listen to me for a minute.

Josie: Ok.

Matt: Do you ever wish you didn't have money?

Road warrior: Whoa, I think maybe the heats gotten to the Captain.

Josie: I don't know. I guess so.

Matt: It's just -- I mean, you meet someone and you think they're friends, and then they just want you to do something for them.

Josie: Well, maybe it just seems that way. Maybe it's not true at all. Just because someone wants something doesn't mean they expect to get it from you. I mean, anyone who knows you wants to be your friend.

Matt: I don't know.

Josie: I do.

Matt: I wish I could talk to other girls the way I talk to you.

Road warrior: You two make me want to puke.

Matt: What's wrong with you tonight?

Road warrior: With me? Nothing.

Matt: Well, you said you don't want to talk, and then you interrupt.

Road warrior: Listen, if I want a lecture, I’ll call my old man.

Josie: Are you all alone?

Road warrior: I don't need friends. I'm not Captain Cool. I got everything I need.

Matt: Hey, wait a minute. Are you high?

Road warrior: High? What is that, some kind of street talk?

Matt: Wait a minute -- what did you take?

Road warrior: A cola and some aspirin. Hey, man, don't worry about me. I'm not high.

Josie: I don't believe you.

Road warrior: I'm not high. I'm flying. I'm flying into the light. Me and black beauty are flying into the light.

Man: He's crazy. That's speed.

Matt: Wait, wait, wait, listen to me. How many did you take?

Road warrior: How many does it take?

Matt: For what?

Road warrior: To fly into the light.

Josie: What do you mean?

Road warrior: That's what they say. You just go into the light. So long. Don't run up your phone bill.

Matt: Wait, wait --

Matt and Josie: Don't hang up!

Road warrior: I'm flying now. I'm going. Bye.

Matt: Wait, wait, would you listen to me? Don't hang up! Don't --


Josie: He hung up. What did he mean, "Going into the light?"

Man: This is the monitor. I'm going to trace the call now. We need to send an ambulance right away. Do any of you have a clue to where we might find him?

Woman: No, I have no idea.

Matt: We'd better find him, and fast.

Drew: I've never had lemon peppermint mousse before. It's wonderful.

Sam: Yes, it is. Everything turned out perfect.

Amanda: It did, didn't it?

Drew: You know, I've been eating in restaurants a lot lately. This is a real treat.

Amanda: Well, good. I'm glad.

Drew: Tell you what, Sam.

Sam: Mm-hmm?

Drew: I'll give you a promotion every three months if you promise to bring me home for dinner.

Sam: You got a deal.

Amanda: Six months. I need time to learn how to make something new.

Drew: You know, I'm looking forward to working with you, Sam. I think this association is going to be profitable for the both of us.

Sam: Yeah. I'm kind of glad you came to Bay City, too.

Drew: Yeah, me, too. I'm feeling more comfortable all the time.

Amanda: Have you met anyone yet?

Drew: Yeah. I know Nicole Love. I've known her for a long time.

Amanda: We know her, too.

Drew: And a guy named Mitch Blake.

Sam: You're kidding!

Drew: No, why?

Sam: Well, he's my brother.

Drew: But your last name's --

Sam: We're half-brothers.

Drew: Well, isn't that a coincidence?

Amanda: Hmm. You know, this is really hard to believe. A little while ago we were so desperate, and then you come along with the job --

Sam: Ahem. Amanda, I was playing hard to get.

Amanda: Oh. I mean, Sam was turning down offers left and right.

Drew: That's ok. That's all right. I would have hired Sam under any circumstances.

Amanda: Well, now it turns out that you know Nicole and Mitch. It's almost like we're friends.

Drew: I hope I can be a good friend to both of you. I've got another idea. How about a toast -- Amanda. To the future and to friends.

Mac: Marsten! What are you doing here?

Amanda: Daddy, what are you doing? This is Mr. Marsten.

Mac: I know very well who it is -- Drew Marsten.

Rachel: Don't tell me this is Sam’s new boss.

Drew: That's right.

Sam: Whoa, wait a second. There's something going on here that we don't know about. What is it?

Mac: This man is orchestrating the takeover of Cory Publishing.

Amanda: What?

Sam: And you didn't see fit to tell me that?

Drew: Sam, this has nothing to do with why I hired you.

Amanda: I don't believe this.

Rachel: Neither do I.

Mac: I want you out of here now.

Drew: Well, under the circumstances, I guess maybe that would be the best idea.

Sam: Wait a minute. Before you leave, I want you to know something. If I’d known that you were behind this takeover attempt, I would never have taken this job.

Drew: Does that mean you no longer want the job, Sam?

Sam: Yes, basically, that's about it. Yes.

Drew: Let me make something perfectly clear to you. I've given you a large holding fee and you've signed a contract. Now, I intend to hold you to it.

Mac: You can't do that.

Sam: You can't make me work against my will.

Drew: No, that's right, I can’t. But I can keep you from working for anyone else. As Amanda said, you are desperate.

Rachel: No they're not.

Drew: We'll see. Amanda, thank you very much for dinner. It was lovely. Good night, everyone.

Mac: He can't do that, Sam. No matter what he says, he can't keep you from working elsewhere.

Rachel: Sam, you didn't even know who he was. The contract can't be valid.

Amanda: What are we going to do?

Mac: Well, it's very simple. Sam will write a formal letter of resignation, and then we'll hire a lawyer. Right, Sam?

Matt: Wait a minute; he said he liked to hang out at the mill.

Josie: Yeah, but he was on the phone. He must have been home.

Matt: Ok, I think we should just wait for the trace.

Man: Maybe he was just, you know, goofing around.

Matt: No, no, no, it doesn't matter. You don't talk like that unless you're in trouble.

Josie: What did he mean, "Going into the light"?

Man: This is the monitor again. We traced the number. It was a pay phone.

Matt: Where? What part of town?

Man: They don't know yet. They're checking.

Matt: I'm going.

Josie: To the mill?

Matt: Yeah.

Josie: I'll meet you there.

Josie: Where's Hilda?

Matt: Look, I got to get out of here!

Josie: This is important!

Matt: Look, a kid is in the process of killing himself. Now, you can find Hilda by yourself!

Josie: What? Wait! Wait!

Matt: I can't!

Josie: I took first aid in L.A.

Matt: Well, then move! Come on!

Josie: I got to find Hilda first.

Matt: Look, I'm going to get my car. If you're not out in front when I go by, I’m leaving.

Josie: Right! Matt is Captain Cool?

Chris: Oh, you are such a big boy. You ate almost all that food. About 50% went into your mouth.

Mikey: Yeah.

Chris: Oh, look. Here's your green ball. Here's your dinosaurs. Now, I want you to stay here and play with these, and I’ll be right back. I'll go get those blocks, and we are going to construct something. Oh, are you going to help me get the blocks? Good. You get those and take it over there, and I’ll be right back. Let me get the others. Oh, finally, I get to be a construction worker, even if it is indoors. For heaven's sake --

Cass: And it doesn't even occur to her to tell us that his name is Nelson Maxwell?

Nicole: Cass, calm down.

Cass: Calm down? The day this whole thing happened, we were talking to Nelson. I mean, this whole thing could have been wrapped up just like that. You have any idea what I’ve been through?

Nicole: I'm sure you'll tell me.

Cass: You know, I had a feeling about this guy the minute I laid eyes on him. He had an aura of sadness, of something unfulfilled.

Nicole: You thought he was a totally innocuous antique dealer and tried to get the best price you could on that locket.

Cass: Well, just because he had an aura of sadness doesn't mean I have to throw my money away. It's kind of unbelievable. It's almost all over.

Nicole: Oh, I don't know.

Cass: Wait till he finds out what really happened to Nora.

Nicole: Cass, we can't be sure about anything.

Cass: Nelson, are you here? Nelson?

Nicole: Well, he must be here. The door was open.

Cass: You know, this is going to be a little hard to explain.

Nicole: Somewhat.

Cass: But once we get past the word "ghost" -- ghost, it'll all be downhill from there. Nelson? Oh, Mr. Maxwell?

Woman: Nelson? Uncle Nelson? What are you doing here?

Cass: Well, we're looking for Nelson, also. We have news for him.

Woman: Well, I don't know where he is. I've been looking all over for him.

Nicole: You seem so upset.

Woman: I told you I can't find him. He wanders off like this, and he's not in good health.

Nicole: Oh, well, surely he'll be all right.

Woman: I don't know. The past two weeks --

Nicole: Well, but I just saw him earlier this evening, and he was fine.

Woman: Earlier this evening? Then you're the last one to have seen him.

Cass: Now, wait just a second.

Woman: As a matter of fact, this is all beginning to make sense. He hasn't been himself since the two of you showed up.

Cass: That's ridiculous.

Woman: And now you're after him again. As a matter of fact, I’ve got an idea. Why don't you tell me the news you're going to tell him?

Sam: Honey, don't do that. Do it later, ok?

Amanda: It's ok. Look, try to understand. This is a real shock to us.

Mac: Of course. Sam, I wasn't trying to railroad you into a decision of any kind.

Rachel: What are you talking about? What kind of a decision? He can't possibly go on working with that man.

Amanda: Mom.

Mac: Maybe we should go, Rachel.

Sam: No. Look, it's ok. I -- I just kind of feel like a jerk.

Amanda: How could you feel like a jerk?

Sam: Well, he threw out the bait, I took it, and he just reeled me in.

Rachel: Not very many people knew about Marsten.

Sam: Yeah. But all that stuff about talent --

Amanda: You are talented.

Mac: That's right. I know it, Marsten knows it.

Rachel: I mean, how that man could assume that Sam wouldn't find out who he was or that he'd keep the job after he found out -- it's ridiculous.

Mac: I think maybe Sam and Amanda need to be alone now.

Sam: No, it's ok. I've already made my decision. Look, Amanda, I hope you understand this.

Amanda: Why did you say that?

Sam: Because I'm not quitting my job with Drew Marsten.

Rachel: You can't work for him!

Amanda: Mom.

Rachel: He can't.

Mac: Sam can do anything that he thinks is best for them, Rachel. Cory Publishing and its future are my problems.

Amanda: Sam --

Sam: Understand this -- I would do nothing to hurt either you or Cory Publishing.

Amanda: We know that.

Rachel: Well, just what do you suppose the stockholders are going to think? Mackenzie Cory’s son-in-law is going to work for Drew Marsten? That can't do anything but hurt Cory Publishing.

Sam: Rachel, this is my decision. Let me handle it.

Cass: You know, for an octogenarian, that guy really gets around.

Nicole: What are we going to do now?

Cass: I don't know.

Nicole: Well, we've been all over town -- to the convent, to the antique store. You know, I thought the niece was going to come over the desk at me.

Nicole: Cass?

Cass: What?

Nicole: Where are you going?

Cass: I don't know. Just going to get some fresh air, I guess.

Nicole: Hey, we have to find Nelson. Cass, I want this all to be over with.

Cass: You may get your wish.

Nicole: What?

Cass: There he is.

[Chris groans]

Chris: Mikey? Oh -- Mikey? Mikey!

Matt: Ok, you look out here. I'll check in back.

Josie: Do you think he's inside?

Matt: Well, we'll check out here first, and then if he's not here, we'll break into the mill and see if he's there.

Josie: Ok. Wish I knew your name. Road warrior, are you here? Can you hear me? Matt? Matt!

Matt: What? It's Kevin! Man, it's Kevin!

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