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Another World Transcript Wednesday 2/16/05

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Stacey: No -- no -- let me go!

Man: You are not going anywhere.

Donna: Mmm.

Michael: Mmm.

Donna: This was a very good idea.

Michael: I thought so.

Donna: You've been so busy lately.

Michael: So have you. There's a lot that we haven't had the time to talk about. There's something that --

Donna: Michael --

Michael: What?

Donna: Will you still want to sneak away into the bedroom and have champagne when you're having it with a grandmother?

Michael: You, a grandmother? Yes, I will still want it. And champagne, too.

Donna: Oh, you're so wicked.

Michael: And you're so beautiful. You are just as beautiful now as you were the day I met you.

Donna: Do you think Victoria minded sending Bridget over here?

Michael: No, I donít. I think -- actually, didnít she say that Victoria had some kind of romantic evening planned?

Donna: Mm-hmm. And there's several inches of snow outside by now. It's a terrible night, and I'm just glad that Victoria's not in labor and that Jamie is with her.

[Vicky groans]

Jake: She's having another one! It's ok. It's ok, honey.

Jamie: Jake, where do you have her?

Jake: She's on the floor.

[Vicky groans]

Jake: Damn it, Jamie, the lights are out! We are doing this by candlelight!

Jamie: Great.

Rachel: What? What's wrong?

Jamie: They lost the electricity. I donít think she's going to have time to make it to the hospital. Jake, is the contraction over?

Jake: Is the contraction over, honey?

Vicky: Uh-huh.

Jake: Yes.

Jamie: Now, listen to me. Get a clean sheet out of the linen closet -- ok, the ones from the laundry. They're wrapped in paper. Now take all the pillows off of the bed, Jake. Jake, are you listening to me? Jake?

Jake: Yes.

Jamie: Ok, now put the sheet underneath Vicky, and put the pillows underneath her head and her shoulders.

Rachel: You donít think she's going to make it?

Jamie: The contractions are severe and they're coming about a minute apart. It sounds like she's in transition.

Rachel: So quickly?

Jamie: Yeah, I know.

[Vicky groans]

Jamie: Jake? Jake, are you there?

Jake: It's ok, honey. It's ok. It's ok. It's -- just let it happen, all right? Do your breathing, ok? Starting to -- starting to ease up, Vicky?

Vicky: What's happening to me?

Jake: I think we're having a baby!

Vicky: Oh!

Jamie: Listen, Jake, ask her if she feels like she wants to bear down during her contractions.

Jake: Ok. Listen, Vicky -- damn -- when you are having the contractions, do you feel like bearing down?

Vicky: I donít think so, but the pain doesn't go away when the contraction does!

Jake: Did you hear that?

Jamie: Yeah, yeah, you May have a little time. Maybe the paramedics can get there in time. I'm not sure, but maybe.

Vicky: Ah! It's starting! Oh, it hurts! It hurts!

Jamie: Jake, Jake, Jake, tell her not to verbalize! Tell her to look into your eyes, tell her to concentrate on you and to do her transition breathing.

Vicky: Oh!

Jamie: Jake, you've got to take charge! She canít --

Jake: All right! Vicky, be quiet for a second. Look at me. Look at me. Look at me. Look at me. Do your breathing, honey. Listen, you are doing great, ok?

Vicky: Yeah!

Jake: You are doing great, all right?

Jamie: Ok, Jake, Jake --

Jake: Stay with me, huh?

Jamie: Jake, listen to me. Now drop the phone for a minute, Jake, and get the stuff that she needs. Then get back on the phone. I want to hear everything. I want to know about every single contraction.

Jake: Right.

Jamie: Now, Jake, Jake, let me talk to her.

Jake: Honey, I'm only going to be gone for a minute.

Vicky: No!

Jake: Listen -- shh. Jamie wants to talk to you, all right?

Jamie: Vicky? Vicky, honey! Vicky, I love you!

Vicky: Jamie, what if something happens? What if something happens to my baby?

Singer: Sit there and count the raindrops falling on you it's time you knew all you can count on is the raindrops that fall on little girl blue no use, old girl you may as well surrender

Vivien: It's not like you to thrown down the gauntlet.

Iris: "Throw in the towel."

Vivien: Same thing. It's like different fabric.

Iris: Yeah.

Singer: Why wonít somebody send

Iris: Vivien, do you know where the fuse box is?

Vivien: Yeah.

Iris: And is there sort of a main switch that you can turn off the electricity in the whole apartment?

Vivien: Is this a test?

Iris: Is there?

Vivien: Sure.

Iris: Ok, Vivien, I want you to pull that switch.

Vivien: Now?

Iris: Mm-hmm. Why not?

Vivien: Because there's about to be a rerun of "The Brady Bunch." Ann B. Davis happens to be, like, a hero of mine.

Iris and Vivien: "Heroine."

Iris: Pull the switch.

Vivien: I donít suppose there's any percentage in asking why?

Iris: Because if I'm all alone and it's very dark and there's no one to ask for help -- well, I'll just have to call in the neighbors, wonít I?

Vivien: Well, if you want to meet the neighbors, wouldnít it make more sense to have a little get-together? Everybody brings a covered dish, a couple of six-packs?

Iris: Oh, no, Vivien. Vivien, Vivien, Vivien, Vivien -- be a dear and go and pull the switch. And bring me a candle, and make yourself scarce.

Vivien: Yes, ma'am.

Stacey: Let me go!

Man: You're hurt.

Stacey: I'm fine.

Stacey: All right. So we both know I'm in a bit of a bind here. So let's just get it out on the table. Did you bring me here, planning to do something disgusting to me? It's the kind of question that deserves a response, you know. No, huh? Well, can I ask you one thing? Did I knock myself out when I fell in the snow? You carried me back here? Thanks. Thanks. It's freezing outside, and I might have -- I might have -- just let me go! Oh, my God. It's you. It's you.

Bridget: Excuse me. It's just that Mrs. Wheeler is on the phone.

Donna: Iris?

Bridget: Yes. Oh, she sounds terribly upset.

Donna: All right, thank you, Bridget. I'll get it. Iris?

Iris: Donna? I'm so terribly sorry to disturb you at this time of the night.

Donna: Is something wrong?

Iris: The power has gone out in my apartment.

Donna: Oh, it has? Well, ours is fine.

Iris: Well, you know, I'm such an idiot, but I never bothered to find out where the fuse box was.

Donna: Well, I'm sure it's probably something very simple.

Iris: Look, even if I knew where it was, I wouldnít know how to fix it. So I was wondering if I could maybe borrow a couple of candles?

Donna: Of course you can.

Michael: What is it, Donna?

Iris: I hate to be such a baby, but, you know, it's dark, and I'm so frightened of the dark.

Donna: No, it's all right. It's probably very simple. Maybe it's something Michael can fix.

Michael: No! No!

Donna: You just sit tight.

Iris: Good. I'll be waiting.

Vivien: I'll be in my room.

Iris: Wonderful. And make sure you hang on to that and stay there.

Vivien: Hope he's worth it.

Iris: So do I.

Michael: I donít see why she just didnít call the electrician.

Donna: I donít know. Maybe she didnít think of it.

Michael: Well, I'm supposed to give up my evening with you and champagne to go up there and play Mr. Fix-it?

Donna: It'll probably just take a minute. Besides, she sounded scared.

Michael: I'll bet she did.

Donna: Do you want me to get your shoes?

Michael: Why donít you go with me?

Donna: What?

Michael: Yeah, come on. You can talk to her and play around while I fix whatever's wrong.

Donna: All right.

Michael: Come on. This is not, I want you to know, how I intended on spending my evening.

Donna: Oh, hush. We have plenty of time.

Michael: We'd better have plenty of time, that's all I can say. We'd just better.

Donna: I have you for the rest of the night. I have you for the rest of my life. I think I can share my hero with a damsel in distress for a few minutes.

Michael: Really?

Donna: Mm-hmm.

Michael: Ok, Guinevere, let's get hopping, then. Come on, let's go.


Michael: Yeah?

Bridget: Ms. Donna, I'm sorry again, but, you know, master Michael -- he just had a nightmare.

Donna: He's been doing that lately.

Bridget: Yes, well, you see, I tried to calm him down, but he said he wants his mother.

Donna: Oh.

Michael: Well, I'll tell you what. Why donít you go take care of him, and I'll go up and take care of Iris.

Donna: All right.

Michael: I'll see you soon.

[Vicky moans]

Vicky: It hurts. It hurts so much! Oh! The baby!

Jamie: Jake?

Vicky: What are we going to do about the baby?

Jamie: Vicky!

Rachel: What's wrong?

Jamie: I donít know. They must have put the phone down! God, she's in agony, mom! Jake? Jake, answer me, damn it!

Jake: Jamie --

Jamie: Ok. How is she, Jake?

Jake: Man, she's in pain all the time. Do your breathing exercises, honey. Just breathe. Damn it, Jamie, tell me what to do!

Jamie: Jake, you're going to have to leave her again.

Jake: No! I am not!

Jamie: Jake, she's going to want to start pushing again, soon.

Jake: How do you know that, Jamie?

Jamie: I can tell by the way she sounds when she's having her contractions. Now, Jake, you're going to have to be ready.

Jake: What do I do?

Jamie: All right, Jake, in the bathroom, there are clean towels, there's sterile gauze, there's scissors, there's the ear syringe, the whole bit. It's right next to her hospital suitcase.

[Vicky screams]

Jamie: Go and get that stuff.

Jake: Jamie, she's having another contraction.

Vicky: Oh, donít leave me, Jake!

Jamie: You're going to have to leave her, just for a minute. Now wait until the contraction's over.

Rachel: You talk to her.

Jamie: Ok, Jake, put her next to the phone. Put the phone next to her!

Jake: Be right back --

Vicky: No, Jake!

Jake: I'll be right back. I'm going to be right back, ok?

Jamie: Vicky, honey! Honey, Vicky -- Vicky, it's me.

Vicky: Jamie --

Jamie: Hi. Oh, honey, listen, you are doing so well!

Vicky: I need you. I need --

Jamie: Vicky, I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry I'm not there with you, honey. It's the snow. I'm stuck here. John and Sharlene -- they went to get the truck. I'm going to be with you as soon as humanly possible. But, honey, for right now, I'm with you. I'm with you in spirit. Honey, I love you so much!

Vicky: I love you, Jamie. Oh -- oh, God! Oh!

Jake: Honey, here's my hand. Take my hand.

Vicky: Oh --

Jake: Squeeze it. Squeeze it off if you want to. Squeeze it off. Squeeze it off. Squeeze it off.

Jamie: Damn it, where is John and Sharlene? Where is that damn truck?

Vicky: I need to push.

Jake: Help me, Jamie!

Vicky: Oh, God! I need to push!

Jamie: Jake, tell her to go ahead! Jake, this is it! She's going to have the baby!

Vicky: Jake!

Jake: Take it easy.

Jamie: You've got plenty of support behind her back and shoulders, right? Ok, now, every time she has a contraction, Jake, tell her to take a breath and to hold it.

Vicky: Jake!

Jake: Jamie, she's having another one.

Jamie: Tell her to take a breath and hold it!

Jake: Ok, ok, Vicky, hold -- take a breath --

Jamie: Now tell her to push as hard as she can.

Jake: And push as hard as you can, ok?

Jamie: Count backwards from 10, Jake.

Jake: Ok -- 10, nine, eight --

Jamie: At five, tell her to take another breath and to keep pushing.

Jake: Ok -- seven, six, five -- take a breath, honey, keep pushing. Take a breath --

Jamie: Keep counting for her!

Jake: Five, four, three, two, one --

Jamie: Is the contraction over?

Jake: Yeah, it's over now. I can see it in her face, Jamie. How many more of these does she have to go through?

Jamie: You have to check her, Jake. When you can see the top of the baby's head, let me know.

Jake: What? How am I supposed to know when the top of the baby's head's coming out?

Jamie: Jake, you just have to look at her, Jake. You just have to know!

Jake: Ok. All right, honey, hold your breath and push, ok? Hold your breath and push. 10, nine, eight --

[Vicky groans]

Jamie: He doesn't know what he's doing, mom!

Rachel: Jamie, it sounds like he's doing just fine.

Jamie: Oh, I promised her that I would be there, mom. The baby's not on a heart monitor, the contractions are so severe. If that baby's heart rate doesn't come back to normal in time, I donít know what I'm going to do!

Jake: Jamie?

Jamie: Yes, Jake? Yes?

Jake: Man, I can see it. I can see the baby's head.

Jamie: Tell her that, Jake. Tell her that! Tell her it's almost over, then. Tell her that, Jake! Tell her to hold on!

Jake: Honey, it's almost over. Jamie says to tell you it's almost over. You're going to meet your kid real soon.

[Vicky laughs]

Jake: You're going to meet your kid real soon!

Iris: Well, it's better to light one little candle.

Michael: Well, a couple of D cells, and you wonít have to curse the darkness anymore. Ok, now, in our place, the circuit breaker box is in the kitchen. Why donít you just tell me where that is?

Iris: Michael, I'm sorry. I just had no one else.

Michael: Look, I understand. Why donít we just get this thing fixed, ok?

Iris: Yeah, well, perhaps we'd better light a few of these before we fall over everything.

Michael: Ok, yeah.

Iris: Let me take some.

Michael: Where --

Michael: Here. You want to tell me where the kitchen is? I --

Iris: It's over there.

Michael: I got to fix it. Thank you very much.

Iris: Michael? When you told me to let go of us, that there wasn't anything between us anymore -- well, you were wrong.

Michael: What could there possibly be between us, Iris?

Iris: Jason. Jason Frame.

Stacey: It is you. You're the strongman! You're the man that Felicia saw the night that Jason Frame was killed! Yeah -- nobody believes her! Nobody even believes that you exist. Felicia is in really big trouble. You have to help her. I canít! They'll call it inadmissible evidence if I tell them. They'll think I'm just covering for her. It has to be you, whoever you are. You're possibly her last chance. Look, you donít have to be afraid. I -- ooh --

Stacey: Look, you canít hide yourself forever. And you canít hide the truth. They're accusing Felicia of murder. You know she's innocent. If you donít help her, she my go to prison.

Man: Not Fanny. Never.

Michael: Iris, what the hell does Jason Frame have to do with either one of us?

Iris: He was blackmailing me.

Michael: What?

Iris: Yes, he was hounding me ever since I returned to Bay City.

Michael: About what?

Iris: About us. He knew.

Michael: He knew that we were involved?

Iris: Yeah.

Michael: So, why did -- why did you pay him? I mean, why didnít you just let him tell whoever he wanted to tell?

Iris: Because of you.

Michael: What about me? We didnít do anything wrong.

Iris: No, we weren't married then, and -- well, I'm still not married, but --

Michael: Wait a minute. Are you saying that you paid Jason Frame to protect my marriage?

Iris: And your family. Michael, you kept saying that you wanted time to be able to tell them. I was just trying to give you the time!

Michael: You let Jason Frame get away with blackmail.

Iris: Yes, I did, and I'd do it again. I know you donít want to hear this, but I cared. I -- I care about you, and I just didnít want your wife and your children finding out that you'd hidden our affair.

Michael: I didnít hide it. Not exactly.

Iris: Well, the police are asking questions.

Michael: About Jason?

Iris: Yeah. They found the checks that I'd made out to him, and they -- they want to know why.

Bridget: Oh, you know, Victoria -- she was lighting her candles for her very romantic dinner when I left.

Donna: Has she always had a passion for candles?

Bridget: Oh, did she ever. You know, I never forgot to give them to her for her birthday.

Donna: Because they were her favorite?

Bridget: Mm-hmm.

Donna: That's Victoria.

Bridget: Oh, yes. Oh, and she always made such a special show, you know, of putting the candles out, especially if we had a storm or during the time that maybe I had a little difficultly paying for the electric bill.

Donna: Did you have that little money?

Bridget: Oh, well, you know, but we managed. But then, you see, if that was going on, then we'd all run around -- Victoria and Jake and myself -- and we'd put the candles on and then we'd pretend we were in some romantic place like Rome or Paris, France. Oh, my, how they loved the game.

Donna: Victoria and Jake -- they've always been so close.

Bridget: Yes, they have. Isnít it wonderful how happy they are now, you know?

Donna: Hmm. Do you still think they're close?

Bridget: Well, of course I do.

Donna: You know, we never finished having that talk right before the wedding about last summer.

Bridget: Last summer?

Donna: When Jake and Marley were separated, and Victoria and Jamie had split up?

Bridget: I donít think I should.

Donna: Bridget, I donít want Victoria to live her life on dreams anymore. I want her to have the happiness that she deserves, and she can have that with Jamie and this baby. That's why I have to know about this closeness between her and Jake. Has that changed, or is it still the same as it was in Lassiter?

[Vicky groans]

Jake: Five, four, three, two, one -- let it out! Let it out.

Vicky: Baby --

Jake: Vicky, it's almost here. You're doing great. You're doing great.

Jamie: Jake! Damn it, Jake!

Rachel: What's happening?

Jamie: I donít know. Jake?

Rachel: The baby crowned a while ago, Jamie.

Jamie: I know, mom, I know. But if she's not pushing right, the baby could keep slipping back into the birth canal. And if the cord's around its neck -- if it's going without oxygen -- I will never forgive myself for not being there.

Rachel: Honey, you're doing the best you can. You just have to know they're going to be fine.

Jamie: They have to be.


Jake: Jamie!

Jamie: Yes! Where the hell have you been?

Jake: Shut up! The head is out, man. What am I supposed to do now?

Jamie: Ok, tell Vicky to stop pushing right now.

Jake: Ok.

Jamie: Tell her to blow like she's blowing out a candle, and not to push.

Jake: Vicky, stop pushing right now and blow --

Jamie: Ok, now, Jake --

Jake: Blow like you're blowing out a candle.

Jamie: Jake, now -- now, Jake, take the syringe, suction out the mouth and the nose, and donít let her push until you've done that.

Jake: Ok.

Jamie: Can you find the ear syringe?

Jake: Uh, yeah, yeah. Oh, God.

Vicky: The baby -- how's the baby?

Jamie: Jake, have you done it?

Jake: Yeah, Jamie, but I'm not getting anything. The -- the head is turned to the side, man.

Jamie: Good! No, that's good! That's the way it's supposed to be!

Rachel: What? What's happening?

Jamie: I think the baby's in the right position, mom. Ok, now, Jake, listen to me. Can you see the cord yet? Is it around the baby's neck?

Jake: I donít think so, Jamie.

Jamie: You have to get it off if it is.

Jake: Man, I canít see it. I donít think it's there!

Jamie: Ok, ok, now, Jake, keep your hand under the head. You washed your hand like I told you, right?

Jake: Yes.

Jamie: Good.

Vicky: What's happening, Jake? What's happening?

Jamie: Jake, Jake, now tell Vicky to push again. This is going to be the hardest one because it's the shoulders. Now, use that gauze. Keep ahold of that baby. It's slippery, and it's going to turn in your hands. Be gentle, Jake.

Jake: Damn it, Jamie, I am doing the very best I can, all right? Honey, I need you to push one more time, ok?

Vicky: Oh, yeah.

Jake: Push for me one more time.

Vicky: Oh, God!

Jamie: Oh, God, she's having my child! My child's being born, and I'm not --

Rachel: Yes, you are. You are there. You are there!

[Vicky screams]

Jake: Jamie?

Jamie: Jake, yes, yes, I'm here. What?

Jake: You have a son, man!

Jamie: What?

Jake: You have a son, and I'm holding him in my hands!

Jamie: I have a boy?

Rachel: Oh --

Jamie: A boy! How's Vicky? Jake, how's Vicky? Jake?

Jake: Jamie? He's not breathing, man.

Jamie: What?

Donna: Bridget? You're not answering my question.

Bridget: Yes. I suppose I'm wondering why you're asking it.

Donna: I just want this to be between the two of us. I especially donít want Jake and Victoria to know that I have mentioned them to you.

Bridget: Well, I certainly wouldnít say anything to them. I know how hurt they'd be to know what it is you're thinking.

Donna: And you're thinking it, too, aren't you, Bridget? They've always been so close. You're always talking about that because there is still something.

Bridget: Yes! Something! And there always will be. Can you live with that, Miss Donna?

Donna: I'm not the problem, Bridget. Marleyís the problem. Jamie is the problem. Can they live with it? And if they canít, what's going to happen to Victoria?

Jamie: Jake, you've got to clear his breathing passages. Take the suction bulb again, Jake, and suction his nose and his mouth. Do it gently.

Jake: Come on, little boy. You breathe for me now, all right? Breathe, ok?

Vicky: I donít hear anything. What's the matter with my baby?

Jake: Honey, everything's fine. He's fine. Everything's fine.

Vicky: Oh --

Jamie: Is he -- Jake, is he breathing?

Jake: I donít think so, man.

Jamie: All right. All right, Jake, tap lightly on the bottom of his foot. They hate that. It'll get him crying, and he'll breathe involuntarily. Jake?

[Baby cries]

[Vicky laughs]

Jake: That's it! He's breathing. Look at him, Jamie! He's turning all red and everything!

Vicky: My baby!

Jamie: My baby's ok! My son!

Vicky: We did it! Jamie!

Jamie: Jake -- Jake, how's Vicky? Oh! Is she ok, Jake? Is there much bleeding?

[Vicky laughs]

Jamie: Jake?

Vicky: Give me my baby. I want to hold my baby!

Jake: You know, she's ok, Jamie. She can talk already.

Jamie: Oh, thank God.

Jake: What?

Jamie: Oh, Jake. Jake, put the -- put the baby on her chest, Jake. Keep it warm. Use one of the towels if you have to. Now, Jake, wait until the cord stops pulsating before you cut it. Can you handle that?

Jake: Ok. Oh, my gosh, he's so light.

Vicky: Oh, hi, little boy. Hi, little guy.

Jake: It's a little baby.

Vicky: Oh, you must have been so anxious to come into this world. Oh, Jake, he is so beautiful! Hi. Hi. Oh, you had us all scared there for a while. Oh, yes.

Jamie: Is everything ok?

Vicky: You are just gorgeous!

Jake: Everything's great, man. You should see it. There was two people in the room, Jamie, and now there's three. It's like a miracle. You should've been here, Jamie. Man, you should've been here.

Jamie: Jake? Yeah. Yeah, I should have been there.

Iris: Captain of industry, and canít stand a little iodine?

Michael: What I canít stand is being so clumsy that I cut myself on that nail behind the fuse box there.

Iris: Mm-hmm.

Michael: Iris, you have to tell the police.

Iris: You've got such strong hands.

Michael: You have to, Iris.

Iris: Well, I told them that I'd given Jason the money as a bonus incentive, you know, so things would go smoothly.

Michael: You lied?

Iris: Well, I didnít know what else to do. If they found out the real reason that I was involved with Jason, and -- well, I couldn't -- I couldn't bear it if daddy found out, you know? He'd be so humiliated.

Michael: Oh, no, come on. Your father understands. I mean, he knows Jason was a sleaze.

Iris: He wouldnít understand why I wasn't honest. I donít want him to be angry with me again. Michael, you donít have to do anything. I just -- I just wanted to tell you.

Michael: Look, I will tell Donna tonight. I'll tell her tonight if it means that you'll tell the police tomorrow. And you've got to tell Mac.

Iris: He's the only man I have. I need him.

Michael: Iris, donít worry. He wonít leave you. He wonít reject you.

Iris: You know, I know this sounds so stupid, but at least I felt close to someone when I kept our secret. And if you make a clean break of it, then -- then it will really be over, wonít it?

Michael: Iris, I'm so sorry. I never wanted you to be so alone.

Jake: Yeah, the cord's cut, and mom and baby are fine.

Jamie: Did you save everything to take to the hospital?

Jake: I did everything you told me to do, man.

Jamie: Jake -- Jake, you did a great job.

Jake: No, man, I think -- I think you and Vicky and the kid did a great job.

Jamie: Let me talk to her.

Jake: Sure, as soon as she stops grinning at your baby. Oh, and by the way, you're a very lucky man, you know that?

Jamie: Why?

Jake: This kid looks nothing like you. He's the spitting image of Vick.

Jamie: Oh, then I know he's beautiful.

Rachel: Jamie, I can see headlights. John and Sharlene are here.

Jamie: Vicky, honey -- oh, honey, how are you?

Vicky: Oh, I'm just fine. The baby's fine. You just wait until you see him. He --

Jamie: Oh, honey, I'll be at the hospital. I'll be at the hospital by the time you get there. I canít wait.

Vicky: Ok.

Jamie: I love you so much.

Vicky: Oh, Jamie, I love you, too.

Jamie: Now, you take it easy, ok? Now, donít even try to stand up and -- ok? Just wait till the paramedics get there, and let them handle everything.

Rachel: Could I speak to her?

Jamie: Vicky, hold on. My mom wants to talk to you a second.

Vicky: All right, I'll talk to her.

Rachel: Honey?

Vicky: Hi.

Rachel: Hi. Listen, congratulations.

Vicky: Thank you.

Rachel: I'm so happy and grateful for both of you.

Vicky: Oh, well, I am just so glad you were there with Jamie.

Rachel: Oh, darling, we wish we were there with you. You've really been a very brave young lady to go through all of that.

Vicky: Well, I would do anything for Jamie and this -- this bundle of joy.

Rachel: I know that. Listen, you take care of both of you, all right?

Vicky: Ok.

Rachel: We canít wait to see him.

[Vicky laughs]

Rachel: Much love. Here's Jamie.

Jamie: Honey, listen, I'll see you soon.

Vicky: Ok.

Jamie: Now, you take care of yourself and our kid, ok?

Vicky: All right. I love you.

Jamie: Oh, honey, I love you so much!

Vicky: Ok. Bye.

Jamie: Bye.

Jake: So, can I get you anything? You want anything, mom?

Vicky: No.

Jake: No?

Vicky: I am fine. I'm just fine. Oh --

Jake: Hello, little baby. You're so beautiful, you know that?

[Vicky laughs]

Jake: Oh! You must've been scared.

Vicky: I was fine. You were here, Jake.


Vicky: You always are.

Jake: Hi. The paramedics are here. We'd better get ready.

Vicky: Ok.

Jake: Ok?

Vicky: Yeah. I'm ready.

Jake: Here you go, buddy!

Rachel: Now, darling, donít worry. Vicky sounded fine, and I'm sure the baby is, too.

Jamie: I know. I know. It's just -- I wasn't there.

Rachel: You couldn't help that.

Jamie: I should have been there, mom. My son was born tonight, and I should have been there.

Rachel: Let's go see him.

Stacey: Look, I donít really know you. But you seem to me that you're kind of on the outside of things. I donít know why. But Felicia -- Fanny -- is surrounded by people who love her. But none of us can do anything to help her. You're the only one. I hope you will. Hope you can. Oh -- ooh! I must've really sprained this thing. Oh, what are you -- what are you, crazy?

Man: Just be quiet. Donít move.

Stacey: Hey, what are you doing?

Stacey: Oh, God. Oh, thanks. Thanks. So, the last time I saw you, you said something about a gun.

Man: In time.

Stacey: But Felicia could be arraigned in a couple of weeks. If you donít say something --

Man: Hey, I live by my laws, not yours!

Stacey: All right. Ok. I'm sorry. Listen, I knew you weren't going to hurt me. I just kind of wish you knew the same thing about me. Please donít run away again, ok?

Donna: Jake, is she all right?

Bridget: What is it?

Donna: I mean, she's healthy? Everything is fine?

Bridget: Please tell me --

Donna: Oh, all right. We'll be right over, and drive carefully. All right, bye.

Bridget: Please, what's wrong?

Donna: It's a boy!

Bridget: A boy?

Donna: It's a boy!

Bridget: Oh!

Donna: Oh! Of course I've got to go tell Mike.

Bridget: A boy?

Donna: Oh, Bridget.

Bridget: Oh, a boy! Oh!

Donna: Call the car. Call the car, and we'll be right back down.

Bridget: Oh, Victoria. It's a little boy.

Michael: Look, I donít know what to tell you to do about Jason. If you're not willing to go to the police --

Iris: Michael, I just needed to talk to somebody. I needed to talk to you, that's all.

Michael: I just want to help you, Iris.

Iris: Oh, you have helped me. You helped me with the magazine.

Michael: No, that's not what I mean.

Iris: You know, I donít think that daddy is too thrilled by the whole venture.

Michael: Iris, what the hell are we standing here talking about a damn magazine for?

Iris: Oh, God knows, Michael, I need something. I need something to cling onto! I have to start trying to live in the present.

Michael: Well, I can honestly say I'm glad to hear you say that.

Iris: Oh, Michael, I just -- I'm trying everything just -- and I really am trying to be free of you.

Michael: Iris, if you need my help, I will be here for you.

Iris: Promise?

Michael: I promise.

Iris: Donna.

Michael: Donna.

Donna: It's a boy!

Michael: Oh!

Donna: Oh! Jake just called! Everything's fine, but they're on their way over to the hospital right now.

Michael: Donít you have that the other way around? "They're on their way to the hospital"?

Donna: No, no, everything is fine. I couldn't wait to come up here and tell you. It's a little boy! Bridgetís called the car, and we're all going to go over to the hospital together.

Michael: Oh, well, let's go! Let's go!

Donna: How are we going to get through the snow?

Michael: The snow? We'll get a helicopter. I donít care. We'll ski!

Donna: Bye, Iris!

Iris: Bye.

Stacey: There. It's much better. Hey -- oh, just canít trust me, huh?

Man: Anyone.

Stacey: Why?

Man: I have my reasons.

Stacey: Listen, I'll tell you what -- I'm going to write my phone number at home and my address on a piece of paper, and you call there. 24 hours a day you can get me, all right? I donít mean to be pressuring you, but I do sort of at the same time. Felicia really needs your help, and she needs it soon. And I know she'd appreciate it, and so would I. There. Now just -- great! That's absolutely great.

Iris: Vivien, why donít you come and sit with me for a minute.

Vivien: Ok.

Vivien: Thank you. It's a topnotch likeness.

Iris: Yep. One of the two most important men in my life.

Vivien: The other one is Mr. Hudson, isnít it?

Iris: That's strictly between us, Vivien.

Vivien: Haven't ratted on you yet.

Iris: I lost daddy once, but I -- I got him back.

Vivien: What about Mr. Hudson?

Iris: I wonít lose again, Vivien. Not ever again.

[Baby cries]

Bridget: Here they come!

Donna: Oh, there she is.

Michael: Oh, look at this. Look at this.

Donna: Oh, darling!

Michael: How you feeling?

Vicky: Hi, dad.

Michael: Oh, look what you did. Look what -- I heard you had a little help here. Thank you.

Jake: No, no, no, she was the one that did all the hard part.

Donna: He is the most beautiful baby!

Michael: Look at those eyes!

Vicky: Oh, darling!

Michael: Oh, he's so alert. I donít believe it.

Bridget: Victoria? He looks -- he looks just like you did -- I mean, the first time I saw you, you know, dear.

Michael: Oh, yeah. Oh.

Vicky: This guy is so lucky. He's got two granddaddies, three grandmothers --

Bridget: Oh, Victoria.

Vicky: Is Jamie here yet?

Donna: No, he's on his way.

Michael: There was a lot of snow, and so he's got to come from Sharleneís farm --

Nurse: You're Mrs. Frame, right?

Vicky: Yeah.

Nurse: I understand you delivered this little fellow at home.

Vicky: Yeah. We would've much rather been here.

Jake: Yes.

Nurse: We'll take you right up to O.B.

Vicky: Oh, no, no, no, I want to wait for Jamie.

Nurse: Mr. Frame, why donít you follow us?

Vicky: No, no, no, this isnít Mr. Frame. Jamie should be here soon.

Nurse: Then you're not the baby's father?

Jake: No.

Vicky: No, he's not. But Jamie should be here any minute. I just want to --

Michael: Honey, honey, I understand what you're trying to say here, but I think it's really better if you and the baby see a doctor sooner than later.

Donna: Your father's right. We'll wait for Jamie. We'll send him up.

Michael: Oh, yeah. Oh, yes.

Vicky: I've waited this long. We can wait a little longer for daddy, canít we? Jake, me and the baby just want to say thanks.

Jake: Anytime, kid.

Jamie: Vicky! Vicky!

Vicky: Oh --

Jamie: Honey! Honey!

Rachel: Is she all right?

Jamie: Are you all right?

Vicky: This baby --

Jamie: Oh, baby!

Vicky: Hi!

Jamie: What do you have here?

Vicky: What a beautiful baby!

Jamie: Oh, honey!

Vicky: Look at your son, Jamie. He's your son.

Jamie: My son. Oh, my son. I have waited so long for you.

[Baby cries]

Jamie: I'm so sorry I wasn't there for your coming-out party. But, listen, you and me and your mom -- we're going to be together always for everything from now on. And that's a promise.

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