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Another World Transcript Friday 12/10/04

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Vicky: Oh, Jamie, thank you so much for coming with me. It means so much to my mother, and me, of course.

Jamie: Well, that's why I'm doing it, for you.

Vicky: Well, I'll get us out of here as soon as I can.

Donna: Oh, Victoria, good, you're here.

Vicky: Hello, mother.

Donna: Listen, we have got to finalize this menu.

Vicky: I've been thinking, duck sounds too ordinary. What do you think about pheasant or grouse? Oh, Jamie, hello.

Jamie: Hi.

Vicky: You know, I was thinking why don't we have Greek olives, Mississippi mud cake, and chocolate fudge supreme ice cream.

Donna: Victoria, this is serious. We have got to decide on this today.

Vicky: Well, I thought you wanted to know what I was hungry for.

Donna: This is not a time to be funny. We have a lot of things to go over here.

Vicky: Oh, sorry. I mean, I hope you get us out of here quickly because Jamie and I have things to do.

Donna: Oh, really? What?

Vicky: Yeah, we're going to go look at furniture for our new house. Jamie took the day off today.

Donna: Oh, well, that's wonderful. No, that really is wonderful. Jamie, you can help us plan this party. Now listen, the first thing we have to decide on is the seating arrangement and then we've got to decide about the flowers. I was thinking about violets. What do you think about violets?

Jamie: Sounds wonderful.

Vicky: Um--could you give us a ballpark figure of when we're going to be out of here?

Donna: We have to be finished by 2:00 this afternoon.

Vicky: This afternoon?

Donna: Right, I have a hair appointment. Oh, the toast. Michael should give the first toast and then what do you think about Mac giving the second one, Jamie? Jamie?

Amanda: She's growing so fast.

Rachel: Oh, you don't know the half of it.

Amanda: I think I'm beginning to.

Rachel: I miss seeing you, you know?

Amanda: Oh, I've just been so busy.

Rachel: Yeah, well, I was hoping once I got back to "Brava" I'd be able to work with you a little bit.

Amanda: Have you heard about my latest assignment?

Rachel: I know you've been talking about something with iris.

Amanda: It's an investigative piece.

Rachel: Oh, yes? What on?

Amanda: Have you ever heard of video match?

Rachel: Yeah, the dating service, I've seen their commercials. Is that what you're doing the piece on?

Amanda: Yes, and I am really excited about it.

Rachel: Oh, good. Is it what it's supposed to be, just a chance for people to get to know each other?

Amanda: Well, that's what I'm hoping I'm going to find out.

Rachel: You think there's more to it?

Amanda: That's what I'm looking for.

Rachel: Oh, and how are you going to do that?

Amanda: Well, that's just it. I'm going to learn it from the inside out. I'm going to find out just what it's like to experience looking at tapes of total strangers, picking one out, and then meeting them for the first time.

Rachel: What are you talking about?

Amanda: What I'm saying is the people at video match don't know I'm a reporter, they think I'm a client.

Ruben: All right, just drop the keys off. I'll wait for you out here, all right?

Pilara: No. No, you go on. I want to hang around and see if they called the cops.

Ruben: Why would they?

Pilara: Well, maybe they saw the door that you forced or maybe they noticed the keys were missing. I just want to know.

Ruben: You sure about this?

Pilara: It's ok, Ruben. Look, I better get those keys back in there before Mr. McKinnon knows that they're missing.

Ruben: All right. I'll see you later, ok?

Pilara: Ruben. Thank you. Thanks for not ripping them off.

Vince: ...It doesn't seem real. Hmm, how's Marley?

Jake: Well, the last time I talked to her she was sleep-- hey, pilara, how you doing?

Pilara: Happy New Year. The back door was unlocked.

Vince: Mrs. McKinnon is not here, she's visiting our daughter in Minneapolis.

Pilara: Oh, I guess that's why you're not up and out. I mean, you know, she usually gets you up.

Vince: What?

Pilara: To open up Mary’s place.

Jake: Well, you haven't heard the news?

Vince: There is no Mary’s place. It burned down last night.

[Knock on door]

Sharlene: Hi.

John: Hi. Here you are.

Sharlene: Oh, they're beautiful. Thank you.

John: You're welcome. How are you feeling?

Sharlene: I'm glad to be alive, thanks to you.

John: You a little stiff?

Sharlene: Yeah, a little stiff. My ribs are a little tender. What about you?

John: I'm fine. I'm fine.

Sharlene: You ready to talk? You scared me last night.

John: I'm sorry.

Sharlene: I couldn't budge you when you saw those flames. You wouldn't move.

John: I know. I couldn’t.

Sharlene: What happened?

John: The fire--the smell of the smoke, the sound of your voice so...so far away. It was like I was there again, Sharlene. It was like I was in Vietnam again.

Pilara: Mary's place, it burned?

Vince: That's right.

Jake: Look, Vince, you've been up all night. What do you say I fix you something to eat?

Vince: I'm ok. I just wish I could figure out how it happened.

Pilara: Well, how could it happen? I mean, how could it happen?

Jake: Well, the fire department said that it started in the kitchen, but they don't know.

Pilara: What about Mrs. McKinnon? How is she taking it?

Vince: I don't want her to know, not yet.

Pilara: You mean, she doesn't know?

Jake: No. Vince took her to the airport last night so she could visit her daughter.

Vince: She and M.J., they were probably up half the night talking, what a reunion. She was so excited about it.

Jake: Vince, is there something I can do? Can I call them on the phone?

Vince: No, no, no. I don't want to ruin her trip. I just want to be there when she finds out about the place.

Pilara: But how did it happen? I mean, how could it just burn down--

Jake: Pilara, maybe he doesn't want to talk about it, huh?

Vince: I have to talk about it. The police are sending somebody over to take my statement. I don't know what I'm going to tell them. I mean, I just stood there and watched it.

Pilara: Oh, excuse me. I've got to go. I just remembered I have an appointment. I'll see you later. I'm sorry, Mr. McKinnon. I'm really sorry.

Jake: That is one strange cookie, I'm telling you.

Vince: What?

Jake: Pilara, she's just--she's just strange.

Vince: Yeah, yeah I guess she is. You know, I had the wiring up to code. I don't see how it could go up so fast. Everything was up to--

[Knock on door] You want to get that?

Jake: Yeah.

Vince: Ada.

Ada: I just came from there.

Vince: I can't do that, not yet.

Ada: A fireman stopped me and I said, "This is my place. This is our place. This used to be our place."

Vince: We lost our shirts together, huh?

Ada: You ok?

Vince: Oh, sure.

Ada: But you invested everything you had in that place.

Vince: Well, hey, what's money? It's only a medium of exchange.

Ada: Well, there's a little bit of insurance, right?

Vince: Mm-hmm, yeah. You want some coffee?

Ada: Tea would be good. Thanks.

Vince: Wait a minute.

Ada: What?

Vince: I could swear...

Ada: What?

Vince: I remember last night putting these keys on the wall where they belong. Did you move them?

Jake: No.

Vince: Then how did they get over here?

Jake: Oh, Vince, Marley probably moved them down there.

Vince: Yeah. Yeah, she probably did.

Sharlene: So can you talk about it?

John: You sure you want me to?

Sharlene: Yes, I do.

John: Oh, Sharlene it all sounds so stupid.

Sharlene: Just tell me.

John: The fire... I didn't just see a fire. I... saw an entire jungle burning.

Sharlene: You felt helpless.

John: That's a good word for it.

Sharlene: So that's why you couldn't move last night.

John: It was that...that fire-- when I saw that I felt like I was back there again. And I froze.

Sharlene: But you didn’t. You saved my life.

Jason: It wouldn't have needed saving if he hadn't taken you there in the first place. Now, would it?

Rachel: You're accepting dates from this video match place?

Amanda: Mom, it's not like it sounds.

Rachel: What do you mean it's not like what it sounds? Do they call you or do you call them?

Amanda: The first one called me.

Rachel: Does Sam know about this?

Amanda: Yes, and he understands perfectly.

Rachel: Well, I find that hard to believe.

Amanda: Mother, it's a job.

Rachel: Yes, it's a job to you, but have you stopped to consider what lunatic you might be caught alone with?

Amanda: I'm not going to be alone with any of them.

Rachel: Honey, men pay for this service, they might expect a little bit more than dinner and dancing from you.

Amanda: I can take care of myself.

Rachel: Oh, brother. Your father's going to like this.

Amanda: Yes, I hope he will, once he sees the finished piece.

Rachel: Amanda.

Amanda: Mother, I already told you, I really think that I'm on to something here.

Rachel: Honey, you are a good writer, but this is different. Who gave you this assignment?

Amanda: Somebody that trusts me. Somebody that knows who I am and what I want.

Rachel: Oh, I get it. And who would that be, as though I needed to ask.

Amanda: My sister.

Rachel: Oh, brother. Honey, I wanted you to make up your own mind about Iris, but...

[Knock on door]

Iris: Hello, darling, I just thought I'd drop off these facts on Felicia for--oh, hi, Rachel, how are you?

Rachel: Iris, I didn't see you at breakfast this morning.

Iris: No, I was up and out early. You know, I love January; it's just my favorite month. It's so young and so new and so full of promise.

Rachel: Oh, please.

Iris: Do you know, I've actually left that material on Felicia in the car. I'll just go and get--

Amanda: No, no that's all right, I'll go get it.

Iris: Oh, thank you, darling. My driver's downstairs and it's in the back seat in an envelope. Well, you look lovely today, Rachel. That color really suits you.

Rachel: Oh, cut it out, Iris.

Iris: What on earth are you talking about?

Rachel: The video match assignment.

Iris: It's a perfectly legitimate assignment.

Rachel: For a seasoned reporter.

Iris: Amanda's perfect. She's talented and she's intelligent--

Rachel: She's 19 years old.

Iris: What on earth does that got to do with it?

Rachel: This is a dangerous assignment, you know that.

Iris: Oh, it depends how you define danger.

Rachel: Amanda is ambitious, Iris; she thinks she can do everything. You are older than that and you know better.

Iris: Rachel, why don't you just enjoy your daughter? Why don't you respect her talent and stop treating her like a child?

Rachel: I'm not going to take parental advice from you.

Iris: Touché.

Rachel: You always have a reason for what you do. What are you up to with Amanda?

Iris: Amanda's my sister; I want what's best for her.

Rachel: Oh, really? For my daughter?

Iris: Well, she's also daddy's daughter. Being able to get close to her now means a lot to me.

Rachel: I just don't believe that.

Iris: Rachel, why do you let our rocky past stand in Amanda’s way? I want her to be successful and I want to be a part of that success.

Rachel: I don't want her to fail and I don't want her to get hurt.

Amanda: Why do you always think that I'm going to fail? Why can't you believe in me?

Donna: And we'll put Bridget next to Jamie’s grandmother. And that's it; we have got the seating chart done.

Vicky: I want Bridget at the head table with us, don't you think, Jamie?

Jamie: Huh--what?

Vicky: Well, Jamie’s just as thrilled about all of this as I am. Can't we just let people sit where they want to sit?

Jamie: That sounds good to me.

Donna: What, no place cards?

Vicky: Oh, don't break out in a cold sweat, Mother. Come on, Jamie and I want to get out of here so we can go look at our new furniture.

Donna: I realize that, but we still have so many things to discuss--the engagement announcement for the paper and your photograph--

Vicky: Oh, no, no, no. No picture, ok?

Donna: No, honey, you have to have your photograph--

Vicky: No, I don't have to. I mean, Jamie, will you still marry me if my picture's not in the paper?

Jamie: I think I'll stay out of this.

Donna: You don't want people to think you're just running away, do you?

Vicky: Well, actually--

Jamie: Why don't you two iron this out? I promised Sharlene I'd drop by and take a look at her.

Vicky: Coward.

Jamie: I'll call you later at your place.

Vicky: Yeah, I hope I'm there.

Donna: Bye, Jamie.

Vicky: How could you even suggest that my picture go in the paper?

Donna: Well, sweetheart--

Vicky: Look at me. I am not the picture of a blushing bride.

Donna: You are beautiful.

Vicky: Right.

Donna: All right, look, if that's all that's bothering you then we'll just do a very elegant headshot.

Vicky: Headshot? You can see what I look like from my chin. You look in the mirror and you can see my pregnant, puffy cheeks. No picture.

Donna: But sweetheart, you've got to have--

Vicky: All the society types are going to look at my picture and say, "see, see what happened to that Hudson girl. She had to get married."

Donna: Honey, I didn't know you cared about that.

Vicky: Well, I didn't before. But this isn't a picture-perfect wedding. I'm getting married because I'm pregnant.

Donna: I realize that, but I--

Vicky: And I want some privacy. You know, I want some privacy with this. I just don't want to be put on display. I don't care about your arrangements or your flowers. I just want a wedding and not one of your 3-ring circuses!

Sharlene: Jason did not mean that.

Jason: Yeah, I meant it. It said here in the paper that Mary’s place was closed. Now why did you take her there in the first place?

Sharlene: Jason, please just cool down.

John: Sharlene, it's ok. Look, Jason, I was trying to do something special. I wanted a surprise.

Jason: Neat surprise.

John: I checked it out with Vince.

Jason: Well, you checked it out real well, didn't you?

John: Come on, Jason, use your head. How could I possibly have known there was going to be a fire?

Jason: Trouble just follows you around like a little black cloud, doesn't it?

Sharlene: Dammit, Jason, he saved my life. It just happened. Stop trying to find somebody to blame.

[Phone rings]

Jason: I don't have to look to find anybody. Hello, Jason Frame. What do you want? Hold on. It's Courtney; she needs to talk to both of you about the fire. Look, if you don't feel like it, I'll tell her to forget it. Call back and--

Sharlene: No, it's all right. I think I'm going to take it in the kitchen unless you want to talk to her first.

John: No, no, go ahead.

Jason: Where do you think you're going?

John: Outside, I want some fresh air.

Jason: John, look, Sharlene’s my sister. She happens to be the most important thing in my life.

John: I understand that.

Jason: I heard you guys talking about how you froze when you saw the flames.

John: Yeah.

Jason: That's not right. I don't want to be any kind of judge, but that is just not right. I know what you went through in Vietnam, it must've been hell. That's fine, and it can be part of your life forever, ok. I understand that, but I do not think it's fair for you to jeopardize Sharlene’s life with your problems. You get what I'm saying?

John: Jason, you need to know that the last thing I would ever do would be to hurt Sharlene.

Jason: Well, there is something you can do to put an end to it. You know that, don't you?

Rachel: Looks good, Mom.

Ada: What do you think? A little fancier than I'm used to. Mary's place never had anything this good.

Rachel: I'm sorry.

Ada: It's something, isn't it? Sailing along great and all of a sudden--poof! It's gone.

Rachel: I drove by on my way here.

Ada: So did I. Vince and I made it work, you know that? By the seat of our pants, but we made it work.

Rachel: Vince in bad shape?

Ada: Oh, you know Vince. He acts like it's nothing, takes care of everybody else, but he's dying inside.

Rachel: You want some help unpacking this?

Ada: Yeah, thanks. I asked Vince if he'd like to come here and co-manage with me, I hope Mac won't mind.

Rachel: Of course he wouldn’t. What did Vince say?

Ada: He said he'd think about it.

Rachel: Will he?

Ada: For about 5 seconds.

Rachel: Well, it was a nice offer.

Ada: Well, there'll never be another restaurant like Mary’s place. Not for Vince, anyway. What are you so depressed about?

Rachel: I'm not depressed.

Ada: Yes, you are.

Rachel: I just started the New Year off with a bang, that's all.

Ada: Uh-huh. Don't tell me, fireworks with Iris.

Rachel: Iris has given Amanda an assignment to go undercover.

Ada: As what?

Rachel: As a customer for a dating service.

Ada: Why would she want to do a thing like that?

Rachel: I don't know. Iris has got her thinking that she's George Plimpton or somebody.

Ada: I thought you and Mac wanted Amanda to start slow?

Rachel: Yeah, well, that seems to have been going by the boards lately.

Ada: On account of Iris?

Rachel: Iris doesn't care about Amanda. I mean, the last person she wants to help is Amanda.

Ada: You don't have to convince me.

Rachel: Amanda's a talented writer, but if she doesn't get more experience and more training, she's going to get herself in trouble. It's too much pressure.

Ada: Why do I think that Amanda doesn't agree with you?

Rachel: Because Iris has taken Amanda under her wing. Iris has become her mentor.

Ada: Iris has never been anybody's mentor but Iris'.

Rachel: Unless Iris is trying to get to me. I wish I knew what she was doing.

Ruben: Was anybody hurt?

Pilara: I couldn't think. Mr. McKinnon came in, you should have seen his face. They would have said something if somebody had been hurt. I just had to get out of there.

Ruben: Did you put the keys back?

Pilara: Yes.

Ruben: I was careful. I didn't touch nothing but the door.

Pilara: You were smoking.

Ruben: No, I wasn’t.

Pilara: You know you were.

Ruben: Well, so what?

Pilara: Well, maybe you threw down a cigarette or a match.

Ruben: I didn't, all right, Pilara?

Pilara: You do it all the time. We set that fire.

Ruben: You don't know that, Pilara. You don't know that.

Pilara: How else did it happen?

Ruben: So what are we going to do now?

Pilara: I don't know.

Ruben: Nothing. We ain't going to do nothing, all right?

Pilara: No. We're going to call the police.

Ruben: Are you crazy? Huh?

Pilara: Ruben, they are in on this already. They're going to find out that we were there.

Ruben: They ain't going to find out nothing.

Pilara: Well, what if somebody saw us? What if we left fingerprints? We'll talk to them, we'll--

Ruben: Pilara, I said no, ok? Now put it down.

Pilara: Please, listen to me.

Ruben: How are we going to explain that, Pilara, huh? How are we going to explain that we was in there in the first place? You want me to tell the cops that I was going to rip the place off, but suddenly I just changed my mind, huh? You want that?

Pilara: They'll believe us.

Ruben: Oh, come off it, Pilara. Ain't nobody going to believe nothing we say. Cops don't listen to people like us.

Pilara: Mrs. McKinnon.

Ruben: What?

Pilara: She'll listen. I mean, she's going to come back in a few days and I'll talk to her--

Ruben: You ain't going to talk to nobody, you understand me? Huh?

Pilara: So what are we going to do?

Ruben: We ain't going to do nothing. We're just going to chill out and let this whole thing blow over.

Courtney: So you closed up, right? Before Mr. Hudson and Mrs. Watts came?

Vince: Yeah.

Courtney: What is it, Mr. McKinnon?

Vince: I left a little dinner for John and Sharlene, but I was in kind of a hurry because Mary and I were throwing a party. I just wonder...

Courtney: What?

Vince: You say the fire started in the kitchen, right?

Jake: You wouldn't do that, Vince, I've worked with you before.

Vince: I might've this once, it might have--

Jake: No way.

Courtney: Do you have any insurance records I can just take a look at?

Jake: Wait a minute.

Courtney: This is part of standard procedure.

Jake: No, no, no. This man has lost more than a business; he's lost part of his life.

Vince: Jake, Jake, it's ok.

Jake: Vince, it's not ok for her to ask you questions like this right now.

Vince: Jake, Jake. She has to. Why don't you go see how Marley is?

Jake: All right.

Vince: I got them out earlier. I figured that you may want to take a look at them.

Courtney: Thank you very much. I appreciate it.

Vince: You know, yes I did have insurance, as much as I could have without squeezing too tightly. But if you think for one minute that I would burn down a place that I named after my wife. You know, after my family, Mary’s place--

Courtney: Mr. McKinnon, you said so yourself, I'm just following the rules.

Vince: I was not a wonder as a provider; I went from job to job. Mary's place was my shot at something real.

Courtney: Mr. McKinnon, I know you had nothing to do with the fire, but we have to investigate all of the angles, especially after what the forensics department turned up. You see, we have reason to believe that the fire could have been arson.

Vince: Who would want to burn down Mary’s place?

Courtney: Well, several things have led us to think that the fire may have been started to cover up a robbery."@

Vince: A robbery?

Courtney: Do you usually keep money in your cash register when you close?

Vince: No, not usually, but it was a holiday so didn't want to go to the night depository. And I said I was in a hurry--

Courtney: So there was cash on hand?

Vince: Well, a little. Some, not much.

Courtney: Do you remember leaving the cash register open?

Vince: No. I remember closing it, that I remember.

Courtney: You're positive?

Vince: So help me God.

Courtney: The cash register was found open in all the rubble. The money was gone.

Vince: It could have burned.

Courtney: Or someone could have taken it.

Vince: How did they get inside?

Courtney: The back door leading to the kitchen was forced open, but from the inside.

Vince: It sticks all the time.

Courtney: Well, someone was pretty anxious to get out.

Vince: John, Sharlene.

Courtney: See, they escaped by breaking the window in front. So someone else was there, someone who got inside without breaking in.

Vince: There are 3 sets of keys. I gave the extra one to John, Ada had hers, and I had mine.

Courtney: Does any of your employees have any keys?

Vince: No, no, no. I always get there and let them in and then I lock up after them at night. I got to call them.

Courtney: Was anyone inside when you locked up?

Vince: No.

Courtney: I know this is very hard on you, Mr. McKinnon, but thank you for making it easier on me. Listen, I want to give you my number, work and home. If anything occurs to you, please give me a call no matter what time. I'm really sorry. I loved Mary’s place, too. Thank you.

Jake: Did she give you a rough time?

Vince: No, no, no, she was just doing her job.

Jake: Listen, I talked to Marley. She didn't touch those keys.

Jamie: You'll probably have some stiffness for a few days, but basically you're in fine shape. You're very lucky.

Sharlene: Well, it was a little more than luck.

Jamie: You did a first-rate job of taking care of her, john.

John: I did what I could.

Jamie: You did everything right, is what you did. You prevented her from going into shock and you moved her without causing further injury. She'd be in a lot worse shape if it weren't for you.

John: I guess there's some things that you never forget.

Jason: You learned that in Vietnam, huh?

Jamie: You were a medic?

John: Yeah.

Jamie: And you haven't had any medical experience since then?

John: No, no. Listen, I understand that you and Vicky set a date.

Jamie: Yeah.

John: Congratulations.

Jamie: Thank you.

Jason: A classy broad.

Sharlene: Jason has such a way with words.

Jamie: Doesn't he, though? Listen, I have to get going.

Sharlene: Jamie, I have something for you and Vicky.

Jamie: Oh, you didn't have to get us anything.

Sharlene: I wanted to do it. John, it's on a shelf in the kitchen.

John: You need some help? I'll get it for you.

Sharlene: Just wait, ok?

Jamie: Ok.

Jason: You're a lucky guy. You got a beautiful woman; she's got all that money--

Jamie: Oh, Jason.

Jason: Hey, you got the catch of the decade.

Jamie: Jason, I am not marrying her for those reasons, ok?

Jason: Would you lighten up? You know how I feel about Vicky. I think she's the best woman for you, but you're beginning to sound like a Cory instead of a Frame.

[Knock on door]

Amanda: I don't believe this. I'm never going to get anything published.

Vicky: Oops, bad timing, good-bye.

Amanda: Right now I'm just kind of busy. Can I stop over later?

Vicky: Yeah, sure, any time you want, ok?

Amanda: What's wrong?

Vicky: Nothing. It--it's nothing...

Amanda: Come in, sit down.

Vicky: Amanda, you're working.

Amanda: Look, sometimes I just get a little crazy about work. I have time. Do you want something to drink?

Vicky: Anything you got. Amanda, I don't know what's happening to me. Everything is going so fast and I can't--

Amanda: Whoa, slow down. What is going so fast?

Vicky: My mother, the engagement party, the wedding. Everything is turning into a nightmare and my mother isn't even listening to me.

Amanda: I know that your mother is the kind that likes to take charge.

Vicky: Oh, that's a delicate way of putting it.

Amanda: Poor Vicky.

Vicky: And Jamie, she held us hostages today while she blurted out details about this stupid wedding party.

Amanda: Look, I know she probably only means well.

Vicky: I don't care. I don't care, Amanda, I feel like I'm about to explode. You know, Jamie and I were supposed to go look at furniture today? Except my mother drove him so crazy that he left and walked out the door and she didn't even listen to what I said. She doesn't care, nobody cares...

Amanda: Ok, what's really going on?

Vicky: I don't care about the furniture. I don't care about the wedding, the food--maybe I've made a mistake.

Amanda: What kind of mistake?

Vicky: I don't like to lose. You know, maybe that's all it is. Maybe--maybe I don't want to marry Jamie at all.

Rachel: So tell me about the opening.

Ada: Well, there's one little teeny-tiny snag.

Rachel: What's that?

Ada: The chefs.

Rachel: I thought you said he was cordon bleu?

Ada: He's a great chef, but he's a rotten human being.

Rachel: Temperamental?

Ada: The worst. I wish I could get a hold of Sid.

Rachel: Who's Sid?

Ada: You know Sid. Sid Sugarman.

Rachel: I don't know Sid Sugarman. I've never heard you say that name in my life.

Ada: You've forgot. Sid Sugarman and I go way back. He was the best-looking guy in high school. He was captain of the baseball team and football team, the basketball team, and everybody went bananas when he went off to cooking school.

Rachel: Cooking school. Well, he's not your regular high school jock then.

Ada: He wasn't a typical anything. You know, he used to call me "bubbles."

Rachel: You're making this up. I'm sorry; it's just that I never think of you as a "bubbles."

Ada: Sid did.

[Rachel laughs]

Ada: Oh, anyway, it was a long time ago.

Rachel: What happened to Sid?

Ada: Well, the last I heard he was executive chef at some big Park Avenue restaurant. He was a very good friend, Sid. He wasn't just another pretty face. Speaking of pretty faces, look who's here.

Rachel: Hi, sweetie.

Jamie: My two favorite women.

Rachel: Hi, sweetheart.

Jamie: Hello, hi.

Ada: How you doing?

Jamie: Just fine. Grandma, this place looks fabulous.

Ada: You bet it does.

Jamie: And how are you holding up?

Ada: Well, I'm mad.

Jamie: You're mad?

Ada: And sad and a little bit scared but--

Jamie: But life goes on.

Ada: Thank God. To what do we owe the honor?

Jamie: Well, I was over at Donna’s this morning.

Rachel: Oh.

Jamie: She's making plans for the engagement party.

Rachel: I know.

Jamie: I'm talking details. I'm talking plans, I'm talking plans you haven't seen since the Normandy invasion.

Ada: Don't worry about it, honey.

Jamie: Are you sure you can handle it, Grandma?

Ada: For you I can handle anything. Anything, even Donna Hudson.

[Telephone rings] Maybe that's a reservation.

Jamie: Thanks, Grandma.

Ada: My phone is ringing.

Rachel: So, Donna’s driving you crazy?

Jamie: Oh, she just think she's Cecil B. Demille, that's all.

Rachel: Can't you humor her?

Jamie: I could, but--

Rachel: But what?

Jamie: It's nothing. It's just that she's making such an elaborate deal out of this thing.

Rachel: Out of something that you don't want to do at all.

Amanda: Vicky, you love Jamie. Don't you?

Vicky: Everything is so complicated.

Amanda: Why?

Vicky: Why? Why, Amanda? Look at me, I don't exactly look like a bride.

Amanda: So?

Vicky: So, my mother is going to do it all again. She's going to dress me up and walk me down the aisle and try to make me look like the perfect daughter having the perfect wedding. And everybody's going to look at me and know that that is not true.

Amanda: I was pregnant when I got married.

Vicky: Yeah, not this pregnant.

Amanda: I know how you feel.

Vicky: Amanda, I never thought I would have doubts...never.

Amanda: You may not know if you love Jamie, but I do.

Vicky: You do.

Amanda: I can tell by the way you look at him. This is what you want.

Vicky: To marry Jamie.

Amanda: You're going to have a wonderful life together.

Vicky: You're right, you're always right. Of course this is what I want! Of course I want to marry Jamie.

John: Should have been out at the site two hours ago.

Sharlene: Well, you'll make up for lost time once you get there.

John: Well, you just get some rest.

Sharlene: I've got a lot to do, John.

John: Sharlene, it'll wait.

Sharlene: Ok, ok. I agree to a brief nap.

John: Good.

[Sharlene chuckles]

Sharlene: Hey, did I tell you how relieved I was that you weren't hurt?

John: Yeah, last night, about 12 times.

Sharlene: Good, because it's true.

John: You have a good nap.

John: Hi, I'd like to leave a message for Mary McKinnon. Yeah, I know she's out of town. This is John Hudson. She has my number. No, just--just tell her that I want to talk to her as soon as she returns.

Reporter: Mr. McKinnon could not be reached for comment. Police have begun an investigation. The police department spokesman stated that the possibility of arson has not been ruled out.

Vince: Hi.

Pilara: Hi.

Vince: I didn't expect to see you again today.

Pilara: Is there anything I could do to help? I can make some tea.

Vince: No, no, no, thanks. Why don't you have a seat? What did you do for New Year’s?

Pilara: Me? I just hung out, you know. New Year’s, no big deal to me.

Vince: With your boyfriend?

Pilara: Just me and some friends. You know, like I said, it's no big deal, just same as any other night.

Vince: I don't know where to hang out anymore, you know? When I used to get jumpy or edgy or nervous, I'd say to Mary, "Hey, I'm going down to the restaurant and check out things." I felt comfortable there. Nice. You want a sandwich or something?

Pilara: No. I promised my aunt I'd go meet her. See you later.

Vince: Officer Walker, please. Vince McKinnon. Hi, you said that I should call you if I noticed anything peculiar? Yeah. Yeah, there's someone I think you ought to talk to. Her name is Pilara Sanchez. Mm.

Jamie: Well, Donna’s driving Vicky nuts. She hasn't been acting herself lately.

Rachel: Is that what's bothering you?

Jamie: Well, marrying Vicky is the right thing to do. I just want all this craziness to end, that's all.

Rachel: Well, it shouldn't be craziness. You should do what you want, not what Donna wants.

Jamie: Yeah. Yeah, but I'll get through it.

Rachel: Oh, honey, it's your wedding. You shouldn't just get through it.

Jamie: A wedding is just a wedding, Mom. It's the marriage that's important.

Rachel: Well, that's true. It's just that you deserve the best.

Jamie: You are the best.

Rachel: Honey, I love you. Everything I say is based on that.

Jamie: Mom, Vicky’s going to be a great wife, I'm sure of it.

Donna: Iris, you're not being an intrusion.

Iris: I was just checking on the renovations for the apartment and I--are you upset about something?

Donna: No, no, I--

Iris: Did you and Michael have an argument?

Donna: No, I--it was Victoria. She thinks I'm messing up everything--her engagement party, her wedding plans, her entire life.

Iris: I'm sure that's not true.

Donna: She just doesn't realize that these things take time. She thinks an event like this just happens.

Iris: Oh, young people don't realize the importance of planning.

Donna: You know, that is so true.

Iris: Donna, I've got some time. Would you like me to help you?

Donna: You would do that?

Iris: What are friends for?

Donna: Well, thank you. You know, Iris, it's just that I want the best for Victoria.

Iris: I'm sure things will work out.

Donna: Well, they just have to. Now look, we did manage to get the seating chart done.

Iris: Donna, listen, why don't you just give me the lists and I'll attend to everything.

Donna: No, I couldn't ask you to do that!

Iris: Of course you could. I looked after the snowflake ball in my spare time. We want you to look your best for Friday night.

Donna: Thank you, Iris, I really mean that.

Iris: No thanks are necessary. If there are any instructions, why don't you just send Michael over? Don't you worry about a thing.

Donna: Thank you. You know, I'm really beginning to feel better about this already. Could you stay for a cup of coffee or something?

Iris: Of course, I'd love to.

Donna: Oh, good, good. I'll only be a few minutes.

Iris: You're so perfect together. Then again, looks can be so deceiving.

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