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Another World Transcript Thursday 11/18/04
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Amanda: Sam, are you all right?
Felicia: Honey, it's -- it's Felicia.
Felicia: I just wanted you to know that Sam was here at our place last night.
Amanda: He did? He's there?
Felicia: Yes, and he's fine.
Amanda: Oh, thank God. I was so worried.
Felicia: I know. I want you to know everything's going to be fine.
Amanda: Can I talk to him?
Felicia: I'm, uh -- I'm afraid he's sleeping.
Amanda: All right, I'm coming right over there.
Felicia: No, no, honey, why don't you put that off for just a little while, all right? Let me talk to him first. I'll get back to you, I promise, ok?
Amanda: He doesn't want to see me?
Felicia: He will. Just don't worry about it. I'll call you later. Bye-bye.
Sam: Who was on the phone, Felicia?
Felicia: I didn't know you were awake.
Sam: It was Amanda, wasn't it?
Felicia: Honey, she's very upset.
Sam: I don't want to talk to her yet.
Rachel: What are you doing?
Ada: Nothing. This?
Ada: Well, I, uh, thought maybe you might want to finish your coffee before you read the paper today.
Rachel: Too late.
Rachel: Couldn't sleep, so I got up early, went out, and got the paper.
Ada: You've seen the review?
Rachel: Well, it's good. It's glowing, as a matter of fact.
Ada: Well, that's something to be happy about.
Rachel: Yeah, except there is an article right next to the review.
Ada: What about?
Rachel: An expose about how the young artist got his first big break.
Ada: What page?
Ada: "How the young artist got his break. Obviously, Cory money is in charge of what seems to get seen in Bay City galleries."
Rachel: When Sam sees that, he's never going to forgive me.
Caroline: No, please, just keep them nice and low.
Cass: Should we sit down?
Cass: Don't you realize what time it is?
Caroline: Yeah, it's morning. It's a good time to be walking.
Cass: Yeah, well, we've been walking all night. Even my blisters have blisters. You know, these blueberry muffins don't look too bad, do they?
Caroline: I'm -- I'm really not hungry, thanks.
Cass: Sometimes I feel the same way until the first bite.
Cass: Caroline --
Caroline: God, this gallery needs -- it's got to open today.
Cass: There's time for this.
Caroline: Look, I've got to get a big blowup of Samís review so I can open the gallery today.
Cass: Why are you doing this?
Caroline: I can't believe it. My mum was one of the most beautiful women in Australia when she was young.
Cass: Somehow, I don't find that too difficult to believe.
Caroline: She was -- she was so full of energy. She was so full of life and spirit. You know, when I was little, she taught me how to ride a horse when I was too little to even sit on it. It was a very happy time.
Cass: Tell me what happened.
Caroline: Well, all that energy and spirit -- it just dried up. It was like she -- she left and a ghost was left behind.
Cass: I'm sorry.
Caroline: Yeah. I really can't believe it, you know. I mean, how could she be dead?
Amanda: Evan, you were here all night?
Evan: Yeah, I didn't want you to be alone. I'm glad you got some sleep.
Amanda: Sam spent the night with Mitch and Felicia.
Evan: Well, good. Now we don't have to worry about how he's doing.
Amanda: He doesn't even want to see me.
Evan: Maybe he just needs some time to sort out his feelings.
Amanda: Oh, I think he made those pretty clear last night. I'm going to go get the baby at Mom's.
Evan: Why don't you have some breakfast first? I make a great cup of coffee and I make an omelet like you wouldn't believe.
Amanda: No, no, thanks.
Evan: Come on; let me take care of you. You go in there, you take a nice, hot shower, you'll come out, you can have breakfast waiting --
Amanda: No, I don't want any food, Evan.
Evan: Ok. Need some time alone?
Amanda: You know what Sam kept saying?
Evan: Don't worry about Sam. He's going to come around, Amanda.
Amanda: He kept saying this morning was going to be really special. All the pressure would be off, we'd be all alone, spend a nice, slow, comfortable morning together.
Evan: Well, it can still happen.
Amanda: That's why the baby's over at Mom's.
Evan: Listen, it's just been a bad day. It's not going to last forever.
Amanda: Well, it feels like forever. All I want is to have my baby and my husband here, and instead we're all alone in different places.
Sam: I cannot believe that you called Amanda behind my back.
Felicia: Honey, I only wanted her to know that you were fine.
Sam: Great, so she's on her way over here, right?
Felicia: No. No, I told her not to come.
Mitch: What's going on here?
Felicia: I, uh -- I called Amanda, I told her that Sam had spent the night here with us, and, well, he's not too happy about it.
Sam: I thought I could trust you, Felicia!
Felicia: Sam --
Mitch: Ok, ok, look, why don't we just sit down?
Sam: No, I don't want to sit down.
Mitch: Ok, then stand up and listen.
Sam: Fine, fine.
Mitch: Thank you. Will you agree with me that right now maybe you're a bit upset; maybe you're not just seeing things clearly?
Sam: Oh, I'm seeing things just fine, Mitch. I'm seeing them better now than before I knew the truth.
Mitch: Well, it seems to me you're upset and angry at everybody and everything.
Sam: Yes, I am, with good reason!
Felicia: Listen, why don't we have some coffee? You know, you can always yell better when you have coffee, all right?
Sam: I don't want any coffee, Felicia.
Felicia: Honey, if you would only just listen --
Mitch: Just --
Felicia: Sweetheart, I just think --
Mitch: No, no, no, let's just leave him alone. There's no need to try and convince him of something unless he's ready to listen.
Sam: No one's ever going to convince me to trust a Cory.
Vivien: Is there anything else I can do for you?
Rachel: No, thank you, Vivien.
Vivien: What a bummer.
Rachel: I guess I should call Mac. The last thing he needs is to pick up a paper and read this.
Ada: Let it go for now.
Rachel: Yeah, you're right. He'll call me later and say, "How did the show go?"
Ada: Tell him it went just fine and you'll give him the details when he gets back.
Rachel: I can't believe that Iris told Sam I financed that gallery.
Ada: Why not? Sounds like old times.
Rachel: I thought things would seem better to me today. So shabby. And Sam is going to be furious.
Ada: Sam is tough. He'll get over it. So will you.
Rachel: He doesn't understand why I did it.
Ada: Why isn't important to him.
Rachel: What time is it?
Ada: If you're thinking of going over to Sam and Amandaís, donít.
Rachel: Mom, it's a new day. Maybe I can get them to listen and straighten all this out.
Ada: Let them call you. Honey, you might make it worse! Now, don't do it!
Evan: I know what the problem is -- I forgot the jam.
Amanda: I'm not hungry, Evan.
Evan: No, you're the sweet-tooth type, I know it.
[Knock on door]
Evan: See, my omelet's not done because I forgot the jam. I know the raspberry's in here somewhere.
Rachel: Hello, darling. I know I should've called first, but I wanted to talk to you and Sam.
Evan: Voila! Raspberry.
Rachel: What are you doing here?
Evan: Oh, hi, Rachel. I was worried about Amanda when I brought her home, and I spent the night on the floor.
Amanda: How's Alli?
Amanda: She sleep?
Rachel: Yes, all night. Sam didn't come back last night?
Amanda: He was upset, remember?
Rachel: Yes, I remember.
Evan: Not to worry, Amanda did get a phone call and Sam is all right.
Rachel: Where is he?
Amanda: He doesn't want to see anyone.
Rachel: I need to talk to him.
Amanda: If he doesn't want to see me, he certainly doesn't want to see you.
Evan: Maybe he just needs some time.
Rachel: I just want to explain things to him.
Amanda: I think maybe we should've explained things a long time ago.
Rachel: Amanda, where are you going? Amanda?
Rachel: I seem to be making things go from bad to worse.
Evan: Stop blaming yourself.
Rachel: Who else can I blame?
Evan: You did it for Sam. You didn't do it for yourself.
Rachel: He doesn't see it that way.
Evan: He will. You and I are both realists, and we know it is very hard to make a living as an artist.
Rachel: Sam doesn't care about that.
Evan: Well, he should. And frankly, he should be grateful that you even tried.
Rachel: He -- he grew up poor. He has very definite feelings about people with money.
Evan: Well, he should know how lucky he is.
Rachel: Oh, lucky?
Evan: Nobody makes it on his own.
Rachel: Sam feels he has to.
Evan: Yeah, but he's got these two beautiful women, women that love him and they care about him and that's more than most men ever get.
[Christmas music plays]
Felicia: Maybe we should just call our suite, just to see if he's still there.
Mitch: I thought we left him so he could have some time alone.
Felicia: I know, but we should've taken that newspaper. We should have.
Mitch: Why? He's going to go out and get another one.
Mitch: Besides, the reviews were terrific.
Felicia: Yeah, except for that crummy article right next to it.
Mitch: Why would Rachel do something like that? She knows how Sam is. She knows how he would take something like that.
Felicia: Mitch, come on, she was trying to help him.
Mitch: Help him? She and her money just happened to ruin the best night of his career, that's all.
Felicia: Honey, he wouldn't have had a night if it weren't for Rachel.
Mitch: It should've been his choice.
Felicia: Mitch, come on, try and see it from her side just a little. I would probably do the same thing for somebody that I love.
Mitch: No, you wouldnít.
Felicia: Are you kidding? After what you did for me last night? I'd try and buy a Pulitzer Prize if I thought I could get away with it.
Mitch: I didn't do anything.
Felicia: Oh, yes, you did. You helped me get rid of a burden that I'd been carrying around for a long time.
Mitch: I don't see how you kept a secret like that to yourself all that time.
Felicia: Losing the baby was -- was probably the hardest thing that I have ever done.
Mitch: I don't like thinking of something bad happening to you.
Felicia: I want you to know that you really did help me.
Felicia: You know what's amazing? That when you open up to somebody that you love, suddenly all the pain goes away. Know what? I should've married you years ago.
Cass: And sometimes it takes a little while before you start to feel the pain.
Caroline: Is that how it was with your first wife?
Cass: Yeah. For a long time, I didn't even believe that Kathleen was really gone.
Caroline: Yeah, but I don't feel anything.
Cass: That's exactly what I mean.
Caroline: I just spoke to her on the phone the other day.
Cass: Look, why don't you close the gallery for the day. Let those great reviews sink in, build up business for tomorrow.
Caroline: No, I -- I really -- no. I mean, I've got work to do. Look.
Cass: Caroline, don't you want to talk to your family?
Caroline: "Family"? My -- my mother dies two days ago, and I get a telegram last night. My father didn't even bother to telephone me.
Cass: Maybe he had a good reason.
Caroline: Yeah -- being cheap, as bloody usual.
Cass: No, no, no, maybe it hurt him too much to talk to you.
Caroline: Look, my father's selfish. All he thinks about is himself first, last, always. He doesn't give a tuppenny stuff about anybody else, especially not her.
Cass: Were they separated?
Caroline: They may as well have been.
Cass: Not a happy home life, huh?
Caroline: See, before dad had all the money, my mother and father worked together as a team. Mum was really alive. She was a wonderful woman. But then when dad had everything, he -- he was always off buying things, he was always staying in fancy hotels and gambling -- women, too. That's when she started to change.
Cass: Where'd you live?
Caroline: Victoria, in a sheep station just near the New South Wales border. That's where dad made all his money. There was a boom in the sheep industry.
Cass: Rags to riches?
Caroline: Yeah, it was a beautiful life for a while. And when dad got sick of spending his money on other things, he started collecting art.
Cass: And that's when you became interested?
Caroline: Yeah, more or less. You see, Dad would buy anything at first, but then he saw his precious Caroline was taking an interest. So he started bringing in books and teachers, and he'd say, "My daughter is going to be a connoisseur, connoisseur."
Cass: Well, was your mother happy with all these changes?
Caroline: "Happy." You know what I remember? This frail thing just passing from room to room. She was pretty sick by then.
Cass: What was wrong?
Caroline: Doctors never really isolated it, but it started when she was 39 years old. I think she just knew too much hard work and no hope.
Cass: Well, didn't that change when your father struck it rich?
Caroline: In the beginning, they worked together. But then when he got rich, she was neglected. It was as if she had nothing to live for.
Cass: Well, she had you, didn't she?
Caroline: I was in boarding school. Dad saw to that. Nothing but the best.
Cass: For his little girl. Well, it sounds like he was very proud of you.
Caroline: Maybe. I think I was just another project, the final investment.
Cass: Why do you say that?
Caroline: That's the sort of man my father was. You know, gamblers eventually lose.
Cass: Yes, uh, so I've noticed.
Caroline: Well, my dad was no exception.
Cass: He lost it all?
Caroline: Yeah. And that's one of the cruelest ironies of my childhood, because my mother wasn't well enough to enjoy the money and my father couldn't handle it.
Cass: And that's when you came here to the states, when your father went broke?
Caroline: It was.
Caroline: Dad came up to me with this ticket and he says to me, "Caroline, this is my final gamble, darling. We're all counting on you."
Cass: Counting on you to do what?
Caroline: I don't know, make the family fortune, I guess. You know it was his last dollars? A final gamble.
Cass: Well, I would say you succeeded.
Caroline: Did I?
Cass: Yes, you did.
Caroline: Well, I tell you what, this success feels pretty empty to me right now.
Cass: You know, you really should try and get some rest.
Caroline: Oh, you're the one who's tired. Why don't you go home?
Cass: I'm not the one who's hurting.
Caroline: You know, sometimes I really wish I didn't leave Australia at all. You know, the last time I saw my mother, she's lying in bed, she'd lost 60 pounds.
Cass: Caroline --
Caroline: I tried to convince her that I wasn't deserting her. The only reason I agreed to come to New York was that I'd be bringing her here later.
Cass: Do you think that would've helped her?
Caroline: Yes! And I didn't get it done quickly enough, did I?
Cass: You did everything you could.
Caroline: I promised her.
Cass: And look what you've accomplished. You opened an art gallery in record time. You had an opening show that got rave reviews.
Caroline: Well, I let her down when she needed me.
Cass: You didn't let her down. She needed you, yes, and you did the best you could.
Caroline: Well, I guess I'd better call the specialist now. I won't be needing him.
Cass: What specialist?
Caroline: In New York.
Cass: Wait a minute. Let me get this straight. You mean the whole time you were setting up this art gallery; you were also trying to arrange for medical treatment for your mother?
Caroline: Yeah. Go home, darling. You must be getting pretty tired.
Cass: What about you?
Caroline: Look, I'm really fine.
Cass: I'll stay as long as you like.
Caroline: I'm really fine. I'm fine.
Cass: Ok. Is there anything I can do?
Caroline: Can you talk to -- can you just talk to him again?
Cass: Oh, no, please don't make me. Yes, of course I will. Of course I will. Maybe our angry young man is more of a mood to listen now.
Cass: Sure. Ahem.
Caroline: I really appreciate all you've done. You've really been a mate. Thanks.
Cass: I'll check with you later, ok?
Evan: I'm sorry.
Caroline: Thank God you've come.
Evan: I'm sorry.
Ada: Ok. Alli had two bananas, half a bottle, and she's snoozing away.
Rachel: I'm glad somebody's happy.
Ada: Eat something.
Rachel: Two bananas?
Ada: Whatever it takes.
Rachel: I have to do something.
Ada: Some days, you know, it's better not to do anything at all.
Rachel: Well, this isn't one of those days.
Ada: Ok. Whatever you say.
Rachel: Amanda won't talk to me, and I don't even know where Sam is.
Mitch: Sam is at my place.
Vivien: He wouldn't let me announce him.
Rachel: Sam is over with you guys?
Vivien: I even told him it was rude.
Mitch: I think we should talk alone.
Vivien: He's bigger than me. What could I do?
Ada: You're not a bouncer, Vivien. Come on.
Vivien: Where we going?
Ada: Someplace else.
Mitch: What do you think you're doing?
Rachel: Don't start, ok? I don't want to hear this.
Mitch: You know, you always have a plan to get things to go your way.
Rachel: Look, I didn't mean to hurt anybody.
Mitch: But if something goes wrong, then someone ends up suffering.
Rachel: I'm suffering, too, you know!
Mitch: I mean, after all this time, couldn't you learn?
Rachel: Look, I'm sorry! It's my fault! I've already said it's my fault! I don't know what else to say! I didn't mean to hurt Sam.
Rachel: Forget it.
Mitch: I just know how hard Sam has been working on this. I know how high his hopes have been.
Rachel: I know! He has good reason to have high hopes.
Mitch: Well, all of a sudden, suddenly, all of this has become meaningless.
Rachel: It isn't meaningless. The success is real!
Mitch: Well, I wouldn't bet on him believing that. Where are you going?
Rachel: To talk to Sam.
Mitch: Rachel Ė
[Knock on door]
Sam: Go home, Amanda. Look, I really don't want to talk yet.
Amanda: I was worried. I wanted to see you.
Sam: So, fine, you've seen me. How's Alli?
Amanda: Still at Mom's. She misses you.
Sam: Well, I miss her, too.
Amanda: Look, Sam, I know what you're probably thinking.
Amanda: I know how you felt when I sold your painting to my Paris friends.
Sam: Sort of an instant replay, isn't it?
Amanda: This is different.
Sam: You said that then, too.
Amanda: Sam --
Sam: Or was that the time that you lying to me and telling me you were the struggling little secretary named Mandy?
Amanda: I thought we were over that.
Sam: Yeah, so did I -- until last night.
Amanda: I didn't mean to lie.
Sam: What did you mean to do?
Amanda: Mom was only trying to help you. I didn't know exactly what was happening until it was too late.
Sam: Go home, Amanda.
Amanda: Sam, I just can't stand to see you hurt like this. I mean, you should be thrilled. The reviews on your work were brilliant.
Sam: Yeah, and who paid for them?
Amanda: No one!
Sam: Your mother says she didn't, but --
Amanda: She wouldn't lie. Not about that. Don't you know that?
Sam: No, I donít.
Amanda: We just wanted to see you happy.
Sam: I was happy, Amanda. I was taking care of you and Alli, and I was happy.
Amanda: You weren't painting.
Sam: No, I wasnít. But that was my decision, nobody elseís.
Sam: I wanted to support my family on my own!
Amanda: Sam, it wasn't --
Sam: Look, if you don't understand that, then you don't know me at all!
Amanda: I know -- I know that! I can't defend what my mother did!
Sam: They why did you go along with it?
Amanda: Because it was already -- Caroline had already told you that she wanted to do an exhibit. You were so excited.
Sam: Oh, yeah. So, great, the great lie was underway, so why tell Sam the truth?
Amanda: All right! Why tell him when you believe in him? And this is one big chance.
Sam: Oh, that's just great.
Amanda: And look how your stock's risen because of that show.
Sam: Oh, there's the truth, finally comes out -- I'm stock!
Amanda: Sam --
Sam: "Come on, folks, step right up! The stock's going up and people are buying!"
Amanda: That's right, people are interested, people want to buy, but not because we're forcing them to or because my mother bought the gallery. They want to buy it because of your talent.
Sam: Look, Amanda, I really don't need a pep talk right now, ok?
Amanda: I love you.
Sam: No. Amanda, I just cannot forget last night. I can't forget the embarrassment. I can't forget the pain and the anger. Don't you know what you two did? You robbed me.
Sam: You robbed me of a chance of ever making it on my own. Oh, sure, man, sure, I'll sell some paintings, but I'll never know. I'll never know whether or not I was good enough! Or whether I was bought, packaged, and sold.
Amanda: I can't believe you don't even have the self-respect --
Sam: Go home, Amanda.
Sam: Oh --
Rachel: Sam --
Sam: Oh, terrific.
Amanda: What are you doing here?
Rachel: I want to talk to Sam.
Sam: You can leave with Amanda.
Amanda: What are you doing here?
Rachel: I want to try and get him to listen to reason.
Amanda: He'll listen to you only when he's ready.
Rachel: I'll only be here a few minutes.
Amanda: Sam? I love you. That's what really matters. Please come home.
Rachel: I guess I'm the last person you want to see today.
Sam: Lady, you are so right.
Rachel: I came over here to say a few things that got lost in the chaos last night. I am an artist. I know what it's like to create something that you love and not be sure whether it's any good, whether it speaks to anybody else.
Sam: That's great. So you bought me some praise?
Rachel: I couldn't have bought those reviews if I wanted to. I invested some money to give you a chance, Sam.
Sam: Why? Did it give you some kind of high?
Rachel: I didn't do it for myself, Sam. I did it because you're good. Look, you can show your work to your friends and family until you're blue in the face and it doesn't mean anything. It doesn't mean anything until it's been seen, till it's been reviewed, till people buy it or they don't buy it.
Sam: Rachel, why did you come here?
Rachel: Sam, I saw talent and I acted. I gave you a chance to display your work so other people could see that talent.
Sam: Lady, you are so good with words, but I ain't buying.
Rachel: Sam --
Sam: No. I am not going to be manipulated by you or anybody else.
Rachel: I came over here feeling sorry about what I had done to you, but now I feel more sorry for you --
Sam: Get out.
Rachel: And what you're doing to yourself. Look, if you want to blame somebody, blame me. Don't take it out on yourself, and please don't take it out on Amanda.
Amanda: I can't believe Alli has things all over this house. She's really going to be sound asleep tonight.
Ada: She'll be fine.
Amanda: Plus, she's more interested in that little bear in there than she is in me, anyway.
Ada: Huh. She had any more stuffed animals; she could start her own zoo.
Amanda: Yeah, Sam keeps buying -- sorry.
Ada: Don't apologize for loving your husband.
Amanda: I don't know what's wrong with me. I was fine a minute ago.
Ada: Listen, what happened between you and Sam seems like the end of the world right now, but it'll pass.
Amanda: I hope.
Ada: Believe. You two love each other too much. That little baby is the proof.
Amanda: He's really a great father.
Ada: I know he is.
Amanda: Who would've ever thought?
Ada: See what I mean? You can't predict.
Amanda: He's just so angry.
Ada: He's trying to figure out what happened. Did people deceive him, or was it a mistake? If I know Sam, he's smart enough to figure out that whatever happened, it's because we all love him.
[Christmas music plays]
Felicia: You want me to have herb get you some coffee?
Cass: No, no, no.
Felicia: You sure? You look a little tired.
Cass: I am.
Felicia: Why, you can't sleep?
Cass: Well, you might say that. I just came from seeing Sam.
Felicia: Oh. How did you do?
Cass: I struck out.
Felicia: Well, don't feel bad. We all did.
Cass: Well, you don't seem too concerned.
Felicia: Oh, no. No, no, it's not that. I am. It's just that I think he'll be all right. He just needs a little time.
Cass: What makes you so sure?
Felicia: I don't know, just a feeling.
Cass: Well, I hope you're right because a lot of nice people are counting on it.
Felicia: I'm sure that he'll figure all that out. You know, with a little time and love and patience, people can completely change, don't you think?
Cass: Do I detect a hidden meaning here? Huh?
Felicia: I know that I've been acting a little different lately.
Cass: Well, I didn't want to say anything. I figured a misplaced upper plate was between you and your dentist.
Felicia: Come on, now, I'm trying to be serious.
Cass: Ok. Sorry.
Felicia: I -- I have had something on my mind.
Cass: I know.
Felicia: I know you know. You remember that hypnotist?
Cass: In Atlantic City? Mm-hmm.
Felicia: Well, he was here in Bay City, an appearance. I went to see him again.
Cass: What for?
Felicia: Remember I told you Iris wanted me to do a book on my life? You know, girl from the wrong side of the tracks makes it into the world of beautiful people, something like that?
Cass: Yeah, I think it's a great idea.
Felicia: Right. Well, in order to write such a book, I would have to really look hard at my own past, right?
Cass: So the hypnotist took you back to your childhood?
Cass: A little painful sometimes, maybe?
Felicia: Let's just say most of the time.
Cass: Honey, you don't have to talk about this if you don't want to.
Felicia: No, no, no. Yeah, I do. No, no, that's the whole point. I never have talked about it, ever -- not until last night with Mitch.
Felicia: When I was a teenager, I fell in love with a boy who was -- well, that part's not important. What's important is I got pregnant.
Felicia: As I said, this boy and I, we were very much in love and we wanted to be married.
Cass: So what happened?
Felicia: I never told you very much about my stepfather.
Cass: No, you didnít. Bad, huh?
Felicia: Well, let's just say it wasn't a day at the beach. He never cared very much for me from the very start, and, of course, then when I told him I was pregnant --
Cass: He went nuts?
Felicia: A little, yeah. He hated the boy. No, that's not true. He despised the boy. And, of course, then what we had done --
Cass: The ultimate sin.
Felicia: I never got married, and I -- I lost the baby.
Cass: Did you have an abortion?
Felicia: No. No, no.
Cass: You had a miscarriage?
Felicia: Cass, it really was the most horrible thing that has ever happened to me. The baby was --
Felicia: She was born dead.
Cass: Oh, honey, I'm so sorry.
Felicia: I just -- I just could never really talk about it to anyone. It was so difficult, and I guess -- I guess I felt responsible.
Cass: Well, that was wrong.
Felicia: No, I know that now. I do.
Cass: You can't keep something like that to yourself.
Felicia: I'm not. I'm talking about it -- with Mitch, and now with my best friend.
Cass: I'm glad.
Felicia: I know. Me, too. Maybe now I can put it all behind me. Thank you.
Evan: I really think you should get some rest. Stairs.
Caroline: I wonder if -- I wonder if he called Fiona.
Evan: Sit down here.
Evan: I thought you said he didn't have too much to do with her.
Caroline: Yeah. Daughter of the great man, married to a common sheep farmer. Probably didn't even bloody call her.
Evan: Well, why don't you call her? It might do her good to talk to somebody in the family.
Caroline: Me call her? I haven't spoken to her since I was in the states. My family's scattered, remember, Evan?
Evan: What about your brother?
Caroline: Travis? Travis? Where in the hell is he?
Evan: Do you have anything at home to help you sleep?
Caroline: I don't want to sleep. I just really want to remember her -- her eyes.
Evan: Uh, Caroline, I really got to go. I really have to go.
Caroline: But don't you remember? She's the only one I was really close to ever.
Evan: Right, right, I know, Caroline, but listen, I'm -- I'm, like, really late for an appointment. I -- I can't stay.
Caroline: Evan, please, you canít. No. Please? I can't be alone. Please?
Caroline: Well? Can't you wait a little longer, please?
Evan: No, I've got a whole slew of appointments.
Caroline: I don't have to pretend around you. You know me.
Evan: No. You're right, I'm sorry. I -- listen, I'm not too good with this, and you know why. I'm sorry, I just can't help you out with it, not this time.
Caroline: I understand. I'm -- I'm sorry.
Evan: So am I.
Caroline: Why couldn't you have waited for me?
[Christmas music plays]
Cass: You sure you're going to be ok?
Felicia: Yes, I'm fine. Do you know what?
Felicia: You look lousy.
Cass: Tell me how you really feel about me.
Felicia: I'm sorry.
Cass: No, actually, I feel ok.
Felicia: You do?
Cass: I just want you to know that if you ever want to talk about this, you call me, ok?
Felicia: Ok. That is one thing I do know about you.
Cass: That my phone works?
Felicia: No. You're a bum, but I can always count on you.
Cass: Thanks so much.
Felicia: You like that?
Cass: I like that very much. We have been down some rocky roads together, haven't we?
Felicia: Yeah, just a few.
Felicia: Oh, how very pretty!
Mitch: Just a little something for you.
Felicia: Where'd you get these?
Mitch: I swiped them off one of your better tables.
Cass: Oh, such a romantic.
Felicia: You're so terrible.
Mitch: No, I'm not.
Cass: So, have you seen Sam?
Mitch: I'm staying clear. Everything ok?
Felicia: I, um -- I told Cass about the baby.
Cass: Should we keep this among the three of us?
Felicia: Yes, please.
Mitch: From now on, no more secrets?
Cass: Your husband has a very good idea there.
Felicia: Yes, I know. And you know what, I want you both to know I feel -- I feel a lot better about all of this. What?
Cass: One for you.
Felicia: Ok, you want that? Ok.
Cass: To good friends.
Mitch: No secrets.
Felicia: To love. Why not.
Amanda: Ok, this is the last of Alliís things, so as soon as I get her, I'll be on my way out.
Rachel: Can I talk to you for a minute?
Amanda: Mom, there's nothing to talk about.
Amanda: I never should've let you do what you did to Sam. I should've realized that it couldn't be kept a secret forever.
Rachel: Honey, when he finally --
Amanda: I really think that it's a good idea if we lead more separate lives from now on.
Amanda: It wasn't a good idea for Sam to have his studio here.
Rachel: Yes, it was.
Amanda: And it's not a good idea that I bring Alli over here so often.
Rachel: That's what families are for -- to help each other. Amanda?
Rachel: I love you.
Amanda: Do you love me enough to let me lead my own life?
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