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Another World Transcript Wednesday 8/18/04

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[Alli fusses]

Amanda: Where is my red belt?

Sam: Ow! Where's my black sock?

Amanda: What time is it?

Sam: I don't know.

Amanda: Look at your watch!

Sam: I can't find my watch!

Amanda: Oh --

Sam: Oh, what do you know.

Amanda: Your black socks.

Sam: Yep, right under my nose.

Amanda: Hurry up, we're late.

Sam: I know that. I know.

[Alli fusses]

[Phone rings]

Sam: All right, all right --

Amanda: Whoever it is, we're running late. We can't talk.

Sam: Hello? You're kidding. You're not kidding. It's the sitter. You really can't come?

Amanda: No!

Sam: No, of course we don't want Alli to catch your flu. Yeah, get better. Bye. Ok.

Amanda: What are we going to do?

Sam: Uh -- flip a coin, see who stays home with Alli, I guess.

[Alli cries]

Rachel: No jury on earth is going to convict you of murder, Mac. This is all going to be over with. You're going to be back at work, and this will all be some horrid memory.

Mac: I wish I were as sure as you are.

Zack: Sorry I took so long.

Mac: Listen, isn't there somebody you can call?

Zack: I just called from the coffee shop.

Mac: And?

Zack: Our friend the D.A. refuses to advance your trial.

Mac: Aah!

Zack: He won't even consider a date until the first of the New Year.

Rachel: That's months from now.

Mac: Listen, we're going to get through it, just the two of us together, I promise you.

Liz: Why don't you tell me what the book is about? A trilogy? 1,600 pages? "Cannibals on Venus"? Oh, I'm sorry -- "cannibals in Venice"? Ahem -- I think I have another call. Oh, please, don't hold. I'm sorry, sir but your client's book is not the sort that we publish. Would you rather find that out after we've held the manuscript for several months? He hung up.

Evan: You're an excellent executive assistant, Liz, but should you make decisions about what we publish?

Liz: It was trash, a trashy trilogy.

Evan: Yeah, but trash makes money, sometimes big money.

Liz: My job is to maintain the standards that Mac Cory has set for this --

Cass: Hi, Liz, how you doing?

Evan: Excuse me, I don't think we've met.

Cass: You know, you're right. Now, would you mind getting out of my way?

Evan: Well, who are you?

Cass: Move, will you?

Liz: Cass, you're supposed to be in Atlantic City!

Cass: I've asked you nicely.

Liz: Where's Nicole?

Cass: She's still there. If you know Mr. Quarterback here, would you just ask him to step aside, please?

Liz: You left Nicole alone in Atlantic City? How could you do such a thing?

Rachel: Not till after New Yearís?

Mac: What does that D.A. have against me?

Zack: He's smelling headline publicity. You know how he is, Mac. Besides, you contributed to his opponent's campaign.

Mac: I'll contribute even more before the election.

Zack: He's not giving any concessions until he's sure he's back in office. I think that D.A. is trying to run a bluff, though.

Mac: It seems very much to me like this goes beyond the D.A. To somebody higher up.

Rachel: I was hoping I could tell the office staff some good news.

Mac: Would you like me to talk to them, darling?

Rachel: No, it's all right. Evan will do it.

Mac: How is he working out?

Rachel: Fine. He's energetic, lots of ideas.

Mac: Good.

Zack: Yeah, he's working really hard on that Pac-man and poison pill scheme, too.

Mac: Let's just hope it works.

Rachel: Oh, good heavens. I have an editorial meeting. I told them to be on time, and I'm going to be late.

Mac: You scheduled an editorial meeting?

Rachel: Yes, I thought I could work one in after this meeting over the court date.

Mac: I hope you have better luck with that than with this.

Rachel: Well, wait a minute. You're coming, aren't you? We're expecting you.

Mac: Oh, no, no, I might not be able to make it, darling.

Rachel: Why not?

Mac: Zack and I have some things to discuss, like --

Rachel: What things?

Mac: Well, after all, there is an attorney/client privilege, you know, sweetheart.

Rachel: Ok.

Mac: You run on down. I'll join you as soon as I can.

Rachel: We've fought tougher battles than this, Mac.

Mac: And we're not going to lose this one.

Rachel: Of course we're not.

Liz: You haven't answered my question, Cass!

Cass: I have to see Mac.

Liz: Atlantic City is no place for an innocent girl like Nicole.

Cass: Is he in?

Liz: All those gamblers, gangsters, dissolute playboys --

Cass: Liz!

Liz: How could you abandon her like that?

Cass: Felicia's with her, and so is Mitch.

Liz: Did you two have another fight?

Cass: Liz, I have to see Mac on a matter of the utmost importance!

Liz: Oh. What is it?

Cass: It's for his ears only, so if you'll excuse me --

Evan: Just a minute.

Cass: Who is he? You're really starting to get on my nerves.

Evan: Is this Cass the lawyer?

Cass: Duh! Now that we got straight, can I talk to Mac, please?

Evan: He's not in.

Cass: Well, why didn't you tell me that in the first place?

Liz: You didn't give us a chance!

Cass: Where is he?

Evan: Well, we -- we don't expect him anytime soon.

Cass: That evades my question.

Evan: Listen, if you need to say anything to him, you can relay it through me.

Cass: Relay? I don't relay, especially something that's important, especially to somebody I've never even met!

Liz: Oh, Cass, Evan -- oh --

Cass: "Relay."

Liz: Evan Bates, this is Cass Winthrop. Evan is our troubleshooter.

Cass: Troubleshooter? They got a hired gun, huh?

Evan: No, Mrs. Cory hired me to help manage this company until after her husband's trial.

Cass: Yeah, well, whoever he is and whatever he does, I have got to talk to Mac now. So find out where he is and get me to him!

Evan: Do you always give orders?

Cass: Someone has to take charge in the midst of chaos.

Evan: That's what I'm paid to do.

Cass: Well, then do it! Liz, I'll be in Macís office when you find him, ok? Liz, would you call off the watchdog, please?

Liz: What was it about, Cass?

Cass: What was what about, Liz?

Liz: Your fight with Nicole.

Cass: I didn't have a fight with Nicole!

Liz: You said you did.

Cass: No, you said I did, and now you believe what you've imagined!

Evan: Mr. Winthrop --

Cass: What?

Liz: Nicole loves you, and you just continue to make her miserable.

Evan: Cass --

Cass: What?

Evan: Cass, would you like to step inside to talk, keep things in better focus?

Cass: That's the first good idea I've heard here.

Amanda: I guess I could stay home. Unless you could.

Sam: Amanda, look, I've got a meeting with Evan, plus I'm meeting these printing reps who are threatening to raise their prices.

Amanda: Ok, so your important meeting and your important appointments are more important than my unimportant ones. Is that it?

Sam: Why are we arguing?

Amanda: Because I shouldn't have gone back to work so soon.

Sam: Oh, come on. There's got to be a solution.

Amanda: There is!

Sam: What?

Amanda: Grandma! She loves to baby-sit Alli. Come on, grandma, be there.

[Knock on door]

Amanda: Please answer. Please, please, please, please.

Sam: Ronnie.

Ronnie: Hi.

Sam: Hi.

Ronnie: I was on my to the hospital. Thought I'd drop off some samples of that new formula for Alli. Amanda's anxious to put her on it.

Sam: Thanks, Ronnie, that's great.

Amanda: No answer.

Sam: Ada's not home, huh?

Amanda: What are we going to do?

Ronnie: What's the problem?

Sam: Our babysitter's sick.

Ronnie: Why don't you take Alli to the office with you?

Sam: Right. I think Alliís a little young to join the workforce.

Ronnie: No, but lots of mothers are doing it now.

Amanda: But how?

Ronnie: Well, just bundle her up and take her.

Amanda: But she needs so many things.

Ronnie: So take them, too. Hey, hey --

Sam: Why not? You get the bear and -- otherwise we'll never hear the end of it.

Amanda: Great! Thanks. Ronnie, you're a lifesaver.

Sam: Actually, I got the bear; you get the diapers, ok?

Amanda: Diapers. Got it.

Sam: All this, shirts --

Amanda: Ok --

Ronnie: Let me help you with the formula and the teething biscuits.

Sam: Got it?

Amanda: Giraffe.

Sam: Giraffe. Let's go.

Amanda: Ok.

Ronnie: Got everything?

Amanda: Got everything. Let's go.

Ronnie: Ok -- wait, hold it, hold it. You've forgotten something.

Amanda and Sam: What?

Ronnie: Alli.

Amanda: Oh!

Sam: Cute. Will you get the baby? I'll take the stuff downstairs.

Amanda: Ok. Come on, cutie. You don't want to be late for your first day of work. Come here. Hi! Let's go.

Evan: So, you've just come from Atlantic City.

Cass: Considering Liz mentioned that about a dozen times, that's a very shrewd observation.

Evan: You always hide behind jokes?

Cass: It depends on the company I'm in.

Evan: Well, you can relax, Cass. You're in friendly territory here.

Cass: Until we establish that, you can call me Mr. Winthrop.

Evan: Ok. You don't trust me?

Cass: Another brilliant observation.

Evan: Why not?

Cass: Well, for one thing, I don't trust anyone who takes to Macís chair quite so easily.

Evan: Then I'll vacate it, Mr. Winthrop.

Liz: Am I interrupting?

Cass: Oh, that goes without saying, Liz.

Evan: What is it, Liz?

Liz: The poll -- the "Brava" poll -- who they are, how old they are, what they read --

Cass: Looks like you got a little homework there, troubleshooter.

Evan: I'll take a look at that later, Liz.

Liz: Well, Mac likes a summary of it just as soon as possible.

Evan: It'll be on Rachelís desk by the end of the day. Thank you, Liz.

Liz: Oh, I could start collating it for you.

Evan: No, no, no, no, you get right back to those phones. There's bound to be a lot of action today.

Liz: Oh, Julie Ann can cover my desk.

Evan: Rachel depends on you for your diplomacy and your finesse.

Liz: You're right, Evan. I'll be at my desk if you need me.

Cass: Well, it didn't take you long to learn how to get around her.

Evan: What exactly do you want to see Mac about?

Cass: Look, if I won't tell Liz, whom I've known for years, why should I tell you?

Evan: Because Rachel hired me to help this company from going under.

Cass: Rachel hired you?

Evan: You have something to tell Mac about the takeover?

Cass: Could be.

Evan: You're one of his legal advisers, one of his inner circle, one might say?

Cass: One might, but I wouldnít.

Evan: Look, my job here is to coordinate everything that involves Cory publishing.

Cass: What makes you think this involves Cory Publishing?

Evan: You mean it doesn't?

Cass: I also handle some personal matters for Mac.

Evan: The most personal matters are safe with me.

Liz: Is that just --

Cass: I'll still wait for Mac, if you don't mind.

Evan: Your choice.

Liz: Look who's visiting us today!

Cass: Hey!

Amanda: Hi!

Cass: Hi! How are you, Amanda? Look at her. Oh, my, she's grown since I last saw her.

Amanda: Three inches since she was born.

Cass: She's going to be a heartbreaker, just like her mother.

Amanda: I thought you were supposed to be in Atlantic City.

Cass: I'm seldom where I'm supposed to be.

Liz: That's the truth. Now, let's get her settled down, huh? We want her to be comfortable. Aunt Liz is going to make sure you're comfy for the whole day!

Cass: Hi!

Evan: The whole day?

Amanda: Yeah, I'm sorry. Our sitter came down with the flu.

Evan: No, no, she cannot stay here all day.

Amanda: Why not? My mother won't mind. We're going to have to keep the door open, though, Liz, if you don't mind.

Liz: Oh, I'll swivel in my chair and I'll watch her every single minute.

Amanda: Oh, good, ok.

Evan: Amanda?

Amanda: Huh?

Evan: Can we just talk for a moment, please?

Liz: Cass, you want to help --

Cass: Oh, sure.

Amanda: What is it?

Evan: This is the chairman's office, not "romper room."

Amanda: This is the chairman's granddaughter.

Evan: Yeah, she's -- she's precious, but --

Amanda: Thanks.

Evan: But you cannot set up a nursery where business meetings are being held.

Amanda: There are no meetings here today.

Evan: Your mother has called for a special editors meeting.

Liz: Oh, I rescheduled that to the small conference room.

Evan: I have a budget meeting in there!

Liz: Well, I shifted that to the large conference room. I've taken care of everything.

Evan: Cass we are going to have to continue this discussion downstairs in my office.

Cass: Your -- why don't you have an office up here on the executive floor?

Evan: Oh, come on. You think such perks mean that much to me? Come on, let's go downstairs. We're in the way here.

Cass: Oh -- diapers, Liz.

Chris: Would you get me my robe, please? It's in the closet over there.

John: Sure.

John: Oh, my God.

[Storm door slams]

John: Chris.

Chris: I didn't mean to startle you.

John: Ahem. How did you know I was here?

Chris: Oh, one of the guys told me.

John: You were at work?

Chris: Well, sure. It's not a holiday, is it?

John: I told you to take some time off.

Chris: You know, you should be at the site, too. We're really starting to fall behind.

John: I have some things to do here.

Chris: Oh, you helping fix things up for Sharlene again?

John: I'm building a chicken coop, actually. She has some more layers coming in next week.

Chris: Now, there's a woman who knows what she wants and goes right after it!

John: Don't knock Sharlene, ok?

Chris: I wouldn't dream of it.

John: How are you feeling?

Chris: I've been better.

John: I was going to call and see how you were doing.

Chris: I'm flattered.

John: You don't believe me?

Chris: Oh, John. You -- you said you didn't want to see me anymore.

John: That doesn't mean that I'm not concerned about you.

Chris: Does that mean maybe you weren't serious? Maybe there's still a chance for us?

John: No, Chris.

Chris: Why not?

John: It won't work.

Chris: Do you believe that I came on to Michael? Is that it?

John: Oh, come on, Chris. Now, we've been through all of that.

Chris: What is it? If it's not that, it's got to be something. I deserve to know, John.

John: The wedding dress.

Chris: I beg your pardon?

John: In your closet.

Chris: What were you doing in my closet?

John: You asked me to look in there when you were sick. You remember? It was hanging in there.

Chris: Yeah, well, sure. That's where I keep it.

John: Sharlene told me that you were making wedding plans.

Chris: What? Sharlene told you that I was making wedding plans?

John: Yes. She said that you told her that you and I were planning on getting married.

Chris: And you believed her?

John: Was she lying?

Chris: Well, it wouldn't be the first time.

John: Why would she make up something like that?

Chris: Now, your guess is as good as mine.

John: And what about the dress?

Chris: That dress was my motherís. My aunt Lucy sent it to me because she wanted me to have it for her hope chest.

John: I see.

Chris: As for Sharlene lying about me, that woman's had it in for me from the beginning. Haven't you noticed?

John: No, I havenít. Actually, I think Sharleneís a pretty good woman.

Chris: Oh, yeah, she's real good -- good at getting what she wants, even if there's somebody in the way. Apparently, what she wants is you.

Amanda: Before you go in there --

Rachel: Hmm?

Amanda: Can I talk to you for a minute?

Rachel: Sure. What's up?

Amanda: I'm -- I'm just not really sure I made the right decision.

Rachel: About what?

Amanda: About being a mother and trying to have a career at the same time.

Rachel: Well, you were pretty up on it the other day.

Amanda: Well, I know, but bringing Alli into work with me wasn't exactly --

Rachel: Oh, honey, it's no problem. She's going to be here with people who love her. Are you worried that this isn't the proper environment for her?

Amanda: Yeah, sort of.

Rachel: Oh, don't worry about it. Babies are a lot more resilient than you think they are. Don't worry, she's going to fit in just fine.

[Alli cries]

Amanda: Oh, baby.

John: You're under a lot of stress, Chris.

Chris: Don't patronize me, please.

John: You need time off.

Chris: Yeah, so you won't be reminded that I wouldn't go to bed with you.

John: I didn't say that.

Chris: You want to get rid of me.

John: That's not true.

Chris: I can't see any other explanation.

John: Well, you've left me in a rather untenable position, both personally and professionally.

Chris: You're actually thinking of firing me?

John: This hasn't been easy for me, either, Chris. You did lead me on.

Chris: Oh, so now it's my fault?

John: No, no, both of us have been hurt.

Chris: Yeah, but you're not losing your job.

John: You're not listening to me.

Chris: No, I guess I'm not. I don't think I want to hear what you're saying.

John: Chris, I'm concerned about you.

Chris: Mm-hmm. Concerned enough to put me on the unemployment line. Thank you.

John: It's the best thing, believe me.

Chris: "Best" is it? Perhaps -- perhaps it's best for you for the time being.

John: What do you mean?

Chris: There are laws to protect the people in positions like mine.

John: You're threatening legal action?

Chris: Well, what else am I supposed to do? I need this job. I need the money!

John: All right. All right, fine.

Chris: I can go back to work?

John: Only when I'm on the site.

Chris: That doesn't make any sense. I don't get it.

John: Come back around noon. I'll explain it.

Chris: Why don't you do it now?

John: Because I have things to take care of here. I'll see you later.

[Phone rings]

Zack: Zack Edwards here.

John: Zack, listen, this is John Hudson. Can I come over and discuss a personal matter with you?

Zack: Um -- right now?

John: It's rather urgent, I'm afraid.

Zack: Well, I'm expecting a client in about 20 minutes, John.

John: This will take about five or 10. I'm on my way.

[Dial tone]

Woman: Have you taken over for Liz as well, Rachel?

Rachel: Oh, hi, Sue. I thought you'd gone back to New York already.

Sue: I'm taking the late flight out. Before I leave, I'd like your approval on my fall promotion ideas.

Rachel: Find some room; you can lay it out here.

Sue: There are 34 titles. Can't we use Macís office?

Rachel: My granddaughter is asleep in there. My daughter couldn't find a babysitter.

Sue: I should have done that when my kids were babies. But companies weren't as understanding as you all are here.

Rachel: 34 titles is a lot more titles than we usually have.

Sue: Yep. Haven't had that many since I've been here.

Rachel: Well, are there any bestsellers here?

Sue: Five, maybe six have a shot.

Rachel: All right, well, then let's push the five or six. Um -- do a big in-store promotion, talk show circuit, and let's hope that the rest of them can ride the coattails if we advertise them all together. Hi, sweetie.

Mac: You two go right ahead and work. I'm going to catch up on a little desk work.

Rachel: No, no, no, you can't go into your office.

Mac: You mean to say I'm locked out of my own office?

Rachel: Alli is in there sleeping.

Mac: Alli's in there?

Rachel: Mm-hmm. If you're really lucky, she might smile at you.

Mac: She'll smile at me, all right.

Rachel: Just don't expect her to smile at you later when she gets cranky.

Mac: I'm just going to take a teeny-tiny peek. Oh.

Liz: Oh, Mac, you're back. Good.

Mac and Rachel: Shh.

Liz: Oh, she's still asleep?

Mac: Yes.

Rachel: Yeah, I don't think we should wake her up.

Mac: No.

Liz: Mac -- ahem -- Cass left Nicole in Atlantic City because he has to see you about something urgent.

Mac: Where is he?

Liz: He's in Evan Bates' office downstairs.

Mac: If you'll excuse me, he may be onto something big.

Nicole: Felicia!

Felicia: Oh --

Nicole: There you are.

Felicia: Honey, please, not so loud, ok?

Nicole: Are you all right?

Felicia: Well, I sort of went downhill after Mitch went to the room to go to bed.

Nicole: Yeah? What time was that?

Felicia: Oh, please, I have no idea. All I know is that I drew two eights, I split them. I drew two more eights, I split those. I lost all four hands.

Nicole: Oh.

Felicia: Yeah, a lot worse than "oh."

Nicole: But you kept on playing, huh?

Felicia: Did you know that you can actually lose 23 hands in a row?

Nicole: Sensible people quit before that happens.

Felicia: Well, I'm not very sensible. Oh, well. How you doing, anyway?

Nicole: Well, I'm not feeling particularly sensible at the moment.

Felicia: You had a bad night?

Nicole: I couldn't get to sleep at all.

Felicia: Wish I had known that. You could've come with me and given me a little luck.

Nicole: Yeah, well, I took a walk on the beach.

Felicia: Alone?

Nicole: Sure. My date has disappeared, remember?

Felicia: Honey, I think it's very risky to walk around on a deserted beach all alone at night.

Nicole: No, nothing happened.

Felicia: Nicole, do me a favor -- don't take any more chances like that, all right?

Nicole: All right, I won't do it again.

Felicia: Thank you. Thank you.

P.A. Announcer: Telephone for Nicole Love. Nicole Love, please pick up a courtesy phone.

Felicia: Listen, listen, I know it's not easy keeping up with Cass. I know that.

Nicole: Oh, it's not easy?

Felicia: Honey, everything he does, he does for a reason, really.

P.A. Announcer: Nicole Love -- Nicole Love, please pick up a courtesy phone.

Felicia: It's probably your wandering Romeo right now. Come on, let's go find out what he wants.

Nicole: Nicole Love speaking.

Cass: Hi.

Nicole: Oh, Cass! Where are you?

Cass: I'm back in Bay City.

Nicole: What are you doing there?

Cass: I'm trying to get some important news to Mac.

Nicole: What news?

Cass: I'm sorry, I can't tell you that.

Felicia: What's he talking about?

Nicole: Mac.

Cass: Who's with you?

Nicole: Felicia.

Cass: Good. Give her my love.

Nicole: He gives his love. What about me?

Cass: I just want you to know that I'm all right.

Nicole: Well, I'm not.

Cass: What's wrong?

Nicole: You leave me stuck here and you just fly back home without telling me why, and now you're asking me what's wrong?

Cass: Please, don't get angry.

Nicole: No, really, how much of this do you expect me to take, Cass?

Cass: I'll call you back when you're in a better mood.

Nicole: Don't bother. I'm going to fly back home and start to work on my spring line.

Cass: You can't come home now.

Nicole: Oh, is that an order?

Cass: I mean it, Nicole! You've got to stay close to Felicia and Mitch! I got to go. I'll talk to you later.

[Dial tone]

Nicole: Cass? Cass? I don't believe this.

Felicia: What?

Nicole: He hung up on me.

Felicia: He hung up? Well, what did he say? Is he coming back?

Nicole: Oh, who cares?

Felicia: Nicole, you do.

Nicole: No --

Felicia: Otherwise, you wouldn't be so angry.

Nicole: No, you are wrong. I am just sick and tired of him doing this. I'm -- I'm going upstairs to pack.

Felicia: Nicole. Nicole, wait a minute. Don't --

Man: Felicia Gallant?

Felicia: Yes, I'm Ms. Gallant.

Man: I thought so, but I wasn't sure. I was getting ready to have you paged. I've been wanting to meet you for years.

Felicia: Oh. Oh, that's lovely of you. Really, I do appreciate it. It's just that I'm talking with a friend right now, so if you'll excuse me, all right?

Man: The name's Gallo.

Felicia: Gallo. Well, it's terribly nice meeting you, Mr. Gallo. Thank you, bye-bye. Arnie Gallo?

Mr. Gallo: That's me.

Felicia: Arnie, hello. Well, one of Wallyís heroes.

Arnie: Oh, pardon me contradicting a lady, but Wally was one of my heroes.

Felicia: You know, he -- he always said that he would introduce us.

Arnie: Well, maybe he has, after all.

Felicia: Yes, maybe he has. You're right. Golly. Oh, hold on one second, ok? Just stand right there, all right? Nicole.

Nicole: What?

Felicia: Honey, you're not going to believe who this is.

Nicole: You're right, I'm not.

Felicia: Arnie Gallo.

Nicole: Oh, of the wine family?

Felicia: No. "Wine." No, Arnie is a world-famous jockey.

Nicole: Oh. Oh, I'm really sorry. I don't know much about racetracks.

Arnie: That's ok. Most ladies donít.

Nicole: You know who this is? Nicole Love. This is Cass Winthropís fiancťe.

Arnie: Oh, Wallingford told me all about you and his friend Cass.

Nicole: Oh, you knew Wally?

Felicia: Best friends.

Nicole: Well, then you're a friend of mine.

Arnie: Likewise, I'm sure.

Felicia: Oh, Arnie, this is great. You know what? Come on. We've got a lot of talking to do. Come on.

Zack: You've got a woman working on the construction crew?

John: Yeah. Well, she mainly does the books.

Zack: I see. And you want to let her go?

John: I don't want to let her go. But I think it would solve a lot of problems.

Zack: It may cause more.

John: Yeah. Yeah, she -- she mentioned legal action.

Zack: She may have a case, John.

John: That's what I'm here for, Zack. I -- how do I protect myself?

Zack: Well, first you've got to document meetings, conversations, any incidents that might support you firing her.

John: Write things down, you mean?

Zack: Right. And collect statements from your other crew workers. I mean, anything that would refute her possible discriminations and charges against you or the firm.

John: Ok. Anything else?

Zack: Don't confront her by yourself. Wait until I'm with you.

John: Zack, listen, I can't ask you to spend a lot of time on this.

Zack: Don't worry about that, ok?

John: Got it. I'll let you get back to work.

Zack: Ok.

John: Or whatever. Hi, Ronnie.

Ronnie: Hi. Am I early?

Zack: Oh, you're right on time.

John: Oh, listen, thanks again. I really appreciate your help, and you enjoy your day.

Zack: Oh, there's not going to be any enjoying anything today.

Ronnie: Right. This is strictly business.

Zack: Between lawyer and client.

John: Yeah. Well, enjoy that.

Zack: Right.

Ronnie: Bye. Your message said that there's a problem.

Zack: Yes, it did.

Ronnie: Well, here I am. What's the problem?

[Knock on door]

Zack: Oh, excuse me, won't you?

Man: Tops' special gourmet luncheon delivery.

Ronnie: Oh -- Tops.

Zack: Thank you. This is on my bill at Tops, ok?

Man: Yes, I know.

Zack: Oh, oh, wait a minute -- and this is for your prompt and special service.

Man: Thank you, Mr. Edwards.

Zack: You're welcome.

Ronnie: So, now that you have your special gourmet lunch, can we get back to the problem?

Zack: Well, yes. The problem is, which one of these fantastic dishes do you want to eat?

Ronnie: You're really something, you know that?

Zack: So I've been told. So, what's it going to be? We have -- um -- let's see -- veal or chicken or chicken or veal. Look, why don't you get the glasses and I'll get the wine?

Ronnie: Ok. Um -- Zack, look, I'm sorry. I stopped for a sandwich on my way over.

Zack: Oh, why'd you do that?

Ronnie: I didn't know how long our meeting would take.

Zack: What do you think, Tops is going to take all this back?

Ronnie: No. Look, I was too nervous about our meeting to eat much of my sandwich, though.

Zack: Well, are you still nervous?

Ronnie: I think I could manage to eat now. Matter of fact, I'm -- I'm sure of it.

Zack: Very good. Well, let's start with this nice little bottle of wine, shall we?

Liz: Get your pen ready, Rachel. We have lots of letters to sign.

Rachel: Oh, we have to go to work?

Liz: Where do you want them?

Rachel: Well, let's go over here where I can sit comfortably, ok? We're going to write some now.

Amanda: Mom, here -- I'll do whatever I can to help you out.

Rachel: Oh, honey, you have your hands full with your own responsibility with this little person here.

Amanda: What you're saying is that I shouldn't have come back to work so soon.

Rachel: Honey, I wasn't saying that. You mustn't be so sensitive.

Mac: About what?

Amanda: Daddy!

Mac: Hello, sweetheart.

Amanda: Hi!

Mac: Hello, sweetheart Jr. You're too sensitive about what?

Amanda: Oh, it wasn't important, really.

Sam: By the way, Mac, I got the printers to keep the same prices for the next six months.

Mac: Terrific, Sam. I was sure we'd lose that one. Very well done.

Sam: Thank you.

Amanda: Well, you know, I think this little girl could use some air.

Mac: Oh, no --

Amanda: Want to take a walk with us?

Sam: Sure, I'd love to.

Mac: Bye-bye.

Sam: See you guys later.

Mac: Come back soon.

Sam: Hey, Cass.

Cass: Hey, Sam.

Mac: Ok, Cass, let's hear it.

Cass: I'm sorry, Mac, but this is for your ears only.

Mac: Oh. Liz, would you excuse us a moment, please?

Liz: Huh? Oh, yes, of course. I'll be in my office.

Mac: Thank you.

Cass: Sorry, Liz.

Mac: Cass --

[Door closes]

Mac: Evan has come up with a scheme to beat Marstenís people. I think he should know what's going on.

Cass: Ok. I was in this casino in Atlantic City, and who do you think I saw across the room?

Mac: Who?

Cass: Drew Marsten.

Mac: You saw Drew?

Rachel: Are you absolutely certain it was Marsten?

Cass: Rachel, I was within five feet of him for almost 10 minutes.

Evan: And what happened after you saw him?

Cass: He got away from me. But there is no doubt that is was he!

Rachel: Darling, let's get a hold of Zack. He needs to pass this information along to the D.A.

Cass: What kind of a game is Marsten playing?

Rachel: Who cares? We just have --

Evan: That might not be that wise.

Rachel: Come on, this is what we needed to get my husband off a murder rap!

Evan: Yeah, but we only have Cass' word that Marsten is alive.

Cass: You think I'm making it up?

Evan: No, I don't, but the D.A. may.

Cass: This is true. We need more evidence.

Mac: What kind of evidence would it take to satisfy the D.A.?

Cass: I don't know, a photograph, maybe?

Evan: Other witnesses.

Rachel: Nicole? Felicia?

Cass: They didn't even see him.

Rachel: Oh.

Cass: And I never would've left Nicole if he had spotted her.

Rachel: What was Marsten doing wandering around a casino in Atlantic City when his picture is in all the newspapers?

Cass: Maybe he's setting something up.

Rachel: Mitch is there, still, with Felicia, right?

Cass: They'll be there for another day or two.

Mac: Mitch could keep an eye out for him.

Evan: If I may interject something here -- the fewer people involved the better. That's the reason you came right here, isn't it, Cass?

Cass: Yeah. Evan's right, Mac. This mustn't get past this office.

Rachel: But how are we going to get more people to identify him? I'll go.

Mac: Oh, no, you wonít.

Rachel: Somebody's got to go.

Evan: I have a solution.

Arnie, Felicia and Nicole:

I got a horse right here his name is Paul revere and there's a guy who says if the weather's clear can do can do and this guy says the horse can do and if he says the horse can do can do

Nicole: Can do

Felicia: Oh, if only you could've heard Wally sing that.

Arnie: Oh, I did. Oh, always to cheer me up after I lost a race.

Felicia: Yeah. He was very good at that, wasn't he? Well --

Arnie: I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you.

Felicia: No. No, no, no. You didn't, really. It really doesn't upset me to -- to think about Wally. In fact, quite the contrary. He -- he gets me through a lot of my worst days still.

Arnie: Hmm. Good days, bad days, he's with me. Right when I'm getting ready to make the break, I can hear him cheering me on. And nose to nose at the finish line, it's Wally that pushes me.

Felicia: Bless his heart.

Arnie: Well, listen, I'd better go. Will I see you again before you leave?

Felicia: Oh, I'll make sure of that.

Arnie: Good. Nice to meet you.

Nicole: Oh, you, too.

Arnie: Bye-bye.

Nicole: Bye.

Felicia: Bye.

Nicole: Hey. You ok?

Felicia: Yeah, I am. I'm great. A little weepy, but I always do that when I'm very happy. Do me a favor.

Nicole: What?

Felicia: Stay with me tonight until we go home, ok?

Nicole: I really should get back to --

Felicia: Honey, Cass wants you to stay here.

Nicole: Well, it'll take more than that to persuade me.

Felicia: He loves you, and you love him. Would you stop fighting how you really feel about him? You know, love doesn't come around that many times that we just should turn our backs on it, and you know it.

Nicole: Yeah. You're right, I'll -- I'll stay.

Felicia: Good! Ok, what do you say? Let's go wake up Mitch and hit the old slot machines, all right?

Nicole: All right.

Felicia: Ok? Although, you wouldn't happen to have any money on you, would you?

Nicole: Oh, you want to lose my money, too?

Felicia: No, no. Wally's friend has brought me luck, just like he always has. Come on, you, let's go.

John's voice: I think it's best we don't see each other anymore.

Chris: So, where were you?

John: I had something to take care of.

Chris: With Sharlene?

John: You want some iced tea?

Chris: Did Sharlene make it?

John: Why don't you lay off Sharlene?

Chris: She's been real good to you, hasn't she?

John: She's a friend.

Chris: Oh, a friend. Of course. I'm sorry.

John: We need to talk about your job, Chris.

Chris: Ah, here it comes.

John: I think that working on the crew --

Chris: Oh, is that the issue?

John: Is just a little too stressful.

Chris: No, John, it is not the job. I happen to be nervous by nature. I'm a high-strung kind of gal. And you see, people don't trust me for that reason.

John: You think that working with the crew makes you nervous?

Chris: How come I get the idea I'm getting the third degree here?

John: Please, Chris. I'm just trying to get it straight in my head.

Chris: Yeah, well, I don't really care about your head. I care about my job. And you are going to give it back to me!

John: Ok, fine. Go ahead and report out to the site right now. I'll be out in a minute.

Sam: She sure was a hit at the office. I don't think there's any reason why we can't take her to work with us every day, right, Alli?

Amanda: Evan Bates would veto that idea.

Sam: Or Mac and Rachel will veto him.

Amanda: No, I don't t ink I want to cause any more problems at the office. Maybe I'll just stay home a couple more weeks with her.

Sam: Do you really want to?

Amanda: Oh, I don't know. I mean, I want to have a career and be a good mother, too. I just don't think I can do both of them right now.

Sam: Amanda, it'll work out. We'll find a way. I promise.

Amanda: And what if we can't?

Sam: Then we'll deal with it if we have to. You know, I got about an hour before I have to go back to work.

Amanda: Oh, I didn't even think about lunch.

Sam: No.

Amanda: You don't want to think about lunch?

Sam: No. Actually, there are things that are a lot more fun. Unless you think I'm wrong.

Amanda: I never think you're wrong.

Sam: Oh, yeah?

Evan: Cass will go back to Atlantic City.

Cass: Well, of course I'm going back to Atlantic City. My fiancťe is still there.

Evan: No, but in disguise.

Cass: As what?

Evan: Oh, nothing too elaborate.

Cass: Oh, great. This is all Nicole and Felicia need -- to see me in drag again. They'll immediately suspect that I'm involved in something very fishy, and they'll blow the whole thing.

Evan: Do they have to know?

Cass: You don't know these ladies. You don't get much past them.

Mac: Cass is right. So are you, Evan. We'll get a photo of Marsten. You'll go back to Atlantic City, take it with you, then you'll find witnesses to identify Marsten. He's probably under an assumed name.

Cass: I'll find that out.

Mac: And, Cass, if you keep in close contact with Evan, he'll keep you filled in on what's going on on our end.

Cass: All right, but you stay by your phone.

Evan: You don't have to worry about me.

Rachel: Cass, this is such terrific news. You've given us a way to clear Mac. We're always going to be grateful to you.

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