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Another World Transcript Friday 2/18/05

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Josie: You go first.

Richard: No, you.

Josie: No, no, I'm too scared.

Richard: Come on, I bet you did great. Let me see.

Josie: No way!

Richard: All right, hold it. We'll flip a coin.

Josie: Ok.

Richard: All right.

Josie: Oh. Oh, darn, I donít think I have any change.

Richard: I know. Me, neither.

Jesse: Here. What do you need?

Richard: This dime will do fine, thank you very much.

Jesse: What's going on with you two? And I want that back.

Josie: We just got back our econ term papers.

Richard: Oh, I suppose you got an A-plus, right?

Jesse: Well, actually, I got an A-minus.

Richard and Josie: Aw.

Josie: Poor Jesse.

Richard: All right, so what do you want, heads or tails?

Josie: Tails.

Richard: You ready?

Josie: Yeah, I'm ready.

Richard: Ok. Heads.

Josie: Oh, let's see what you got. What'd you get?

Richard: If I donít get at least a B in this, I fail the course. Ok. "Well-researched, lucid, and concise. Your judgment as to what the central philosophy of Thorstein Veblen is excellent"? I canít believe it! I got a B-plus! A B-plus!

Josie: That's great.

Richard: Oh! Thank you -- thank you, Thorstein Veblen, my favorite economist of all time, the man who kept me from flunking out of Mr. Collins' boring class!

Jesse: I think he's getting a little carried away.

Josie: I think so, too.

Richard: You know, I'm actually going to frame this, and then I'm going to throw Collins a party, all right? Does anybody know a caterer?

Jesse: Will you calm down? You can still flunk this course, you know. His final is pretty rough.

Richard: You know, thank you, Jesse, for being so encouraging and supportive.

Jesse: My pleasure.

Josie: I'm really happy for you, Richard.

Richard: Thanks, Josie. Now it's your turn.

Josie: Uh, I donít think so.

Richard: Aw, come on, Jos.

Josie: When I get home I'll look at it.

Richard: We're all friends.

Josie: Richard, please.

Jesse: Look, come on, Rich, chill.

Josie: I'll look at it myself. Ok?

Richard: Well?

Jesse: Josie? Hey, what's wrong?

Josie: I got a D.

Nicole: Look at him.

Cass: Hi.

Nicole: Up all night working, no food, no sleep, and he still looks this good.

Cass: I feel like the grunge who stole Easter.

Nicole: Hmm. Well, I'm here to rescue you, grunge. I have a care package.

Cass: Is that coffee?

Nicole: Mm-hmm, and it's fresh-brewed. Not to mention fresh fruit salad and some fresh-baked rolls.

Cass: Fresh, fresh, fresh. Everything is fresh, huh?

Nicole: That's right. Ooh -- especially you.

Cass: What else is inside this care package, huh?

Nicole: I'm just glad I didnít bring fresh sticky buns.

Cass: Whoa! Hey, what time is it?

Nicole: It's after 9:00, and you're going to come home and get some rest.

Cass: No, I canít. Time is running short.

Nicole: All right, then you're going to eat your breakfast.

Cass: All right. That's a deal.

Nicole: There's coffee, fruit, rolls. And we have jam in here -- we donít have jam or honey in here? God, donít tell me that stupid gourmet shop forgot to pack it!

Cass: That's all right.

Nicole: No, it isnít all right. I said this was going to be perfect and it is going to be perfect. The shop is just around the corner.

Cass: Nicole.

Nicole: I'll be back in two minutes.

John: Hi.

Sharlene: Hi.

John: I know I'm early.

Sharlene: Well, you said you wanted to see me first thing this morning.

John: I did. I do.

Sharlene: Well, I guess whatever it is you want to talk to me about must be pretty important.

John: Yeah, yeah, it is. It's very important. You mind if we go in here?

Sharlene: No. Come on in. Can I get you something?

John: No, no, thank you very much. Actually, I wanted to give you something.

Josie: A d?

Richard: Are you sure?

Josie: Well, what does that look like?

Richard: Well, I mean, it looks like a D -- the straight line, the --

Josie: It's not funny, Richard.

Jesse: Well, are there any comments?

Josie: "Your research is flimsy, and you seem to lack a basic understanding of Smith's impact on society as the economist of pre-industrial capitalism," whatever that means.

Jesse: Well, that sounds like Collins, all right.

Richard: Josie, donít take it so hard.

Josie: Why not? I mean, you guys got Aís. I got a D.

Jesse: Well, look, Josie, all that's luck. Right, Rich?

Richard: Yeah, right.

Jesse: Sometimes you pull it off and sometimes you donít.

Josie: That's not true and you know it. Got nothing to do with luck.

Richard: Josie, you're --

Josie: You guys have a mind for this stuff and I donít.

Richard: You haven't learned how to, you know, sling term papers yet. It's no big deal.

Jesse: Jo, it's only one paper.

Josie: Yeah -- one lousy, rotten, badly typed paper. How could I have been stupid enough to think I'd get a good grade?

Richard: Josie, why are you being so hard on yourself?

Josie: All I know is I'm going to burn this before Matthew gets back from his field trip.

Jesse: Even if he saw it, he'd understand. You know that.

Richard: I mean, you know, it's a wonder that you wrote any paper at all. I mean, you know, you should've asked the old coot for an extension.

Josie: I didnít want to talk to him about my Uncle Jason.

Jesse: Well, Josie, the midterm's coming up in a couple of weeks.

Josie: Oh, donít remind me.

Jesse: Look, it'll be a chance to prove that you can handle this --

Josie: But I canít, Jesse.

Jesse: Yes, you can.

Josie: Oh, no. Professor Collins.

Richard: Come on, this is your chance to make some points.

Josie: What?

Richard: Points, Josie. You know, talk to him, tell him how much you like your class, you like being there -- points.

Jesse: Yeah.

Josie: Oh, I donít know.

Jesse: Oh, come on! The guy is human like the rest of us.

Richard: Josie, just because he bores us with mercantilism and industrial revolution doesn't mean that he's more than human. I mean, come on. Talk to him.

Jesse: Go.

Richard: Points.

Josie: Ok. Ok.

Richard: Go on.

Josie: Uh, Professor Collins?

Prof. Collins: Yes, Josie?

Josie: Could I talk to you for a minute about my term paper?

Prof. Collins: Of course.

Reuben: So this is where you geniuses hang out at, huh?

Jesse: Reuben!

Reuben: Hey, what's up, bro?

Jesse: Hey, Richard, meet my brother, Reuben.

Richard: Hey, man.

Jesse: Reuben, that's Richard.

Richard: It's nice to meet you.

Reuben: How you doing?

Richard: Nice to meet you.

Reuben: Yeah. You've come a long way since P.S. 49, bro.

Jesse: Oh, be quiet. Hey, what are you doing here, man?

Reuben: I was just in the neighborhood delivering some legal letters. I thought I'd come in and see how my brilliant brother was making out.

Jesse: Never mind how I'm doing. What about you?

Richard: You guys got to excuse me. I'm going to go see if Josie needs any help.

Jesse: Ok.

Richard: Nice meeting you, Reuben.

Reuben: Yeah, you, too.

Jesse: Hey, be cool, man.

Richard: Ok.

Reuben: What's -- what's up with Josie?

Jesse: She's having some problems.

Reuben: Yeah? Well, is she flunking out or something?

Jesse: No, it's just -- it's hard for her, that's all.

Reuben: I can relate to that.

Jesse: Yeah, me, too.

Reuben: You? Get out of here, man. You and that I.Q. of yours? What is it again, like, 200?

Jesse: I'm not talking about schoolwork, Reuben.

Reuben: Yeah? Well, that's a relief. For a second there, I thought my Einstein brother was losing his touch.

Jesse: There are other problems.

Reuben: Like what? Yo, Jesse, man -- you in some kind of trouble?

Sharlene: Big box.

John: Yeah.

Sharlene: It's not too heavy.

John: No. No. It's not very heavy.

Sharlene: It's medium heavy. Yeah, it's sort of medium.

John: Medium. You're not going to guess what it is, so you might as well open it.

Sharlene: What do you mean? Why canít I guess? Ooh, that's -- I never studied wrapping.

John: I heard that one.

Sharlene: A hardhat.

John: Now, you never would've guessed that, would you?

Sharlene: No. This I would not have guessed, no.

John: See, now that we're partners, we'll be out visiting the sites together and everything. You canít very well do that without a hardhat.

Sharlene: Oh -- oh. Thanks, partner.

[Sharlene laughs]

Sharlene: Ooh -- oh --

John: Listen, that's --

Sharlene: Hmm?

John: Something else that I've been thinking about, too.

Sharlene: What?

John: Us being partners.

Sharlene: You have a problem with it?

John: No, no, not really. It's just that, well, business partners often have disagreements. Jason and I certainly had our share.

Sharlene: I remember.

John: And you and I have this other relationship.

Sharlene: And you're worried that any disagreements could cross over into our personal lives.

John: I've heard it happens.

Sharlene: So what do you suggest we do about it?

John: I donít know that there's anything we can do really except to be very careful and try to leave our business problems at the office.

Sharlene: Do we have an office?

John: No, but we're working on it. Listen, I wanted to give you this, too -- something really more on the practical side.

Sharlene: What's this?

John: We do a lot of blasting out at the sites and your ears can really take a beating from the noise, so this should help.

Sharlene: Aren't you thoughtful.

John: I try.

Sharlene: Practical. Hmm -- my hat, my -- oh, John.

John: They really do work. The sound just kinds of bounces right off of them.

Sharlene: You -- you -- oh, oh. How do I look?

John: Just exactly as I thought.

Sharlene: They're beautiful.

John: They are now.

Sharlene: I donít know what to say.

John: Nothing. You donít have to say anything. I just wanted you to know how I feel about you, personally and professionally.

Sharlene: What do you think?

John: I think we're going to have one beautiful partnership.

Nicole: Oh, thanks. Hey, look who I found outside.

Cass: Hey, Stace.

Stacey: Hey.

Cass: Hi.

Nicole: Ok, here we go. All set -- honey and jams.

Stacey: Jams and honey?

Nicole: Time to eat.

Stacey: I canít believe this. You are spoiled rotten.

Cass: And I love it.

Stacey: Yeah, you also look like you haven't slept all night.

Cass: Oh, there's a good reason for that.

Nicole: Yeah, he hasnít.

Stacey: Cass, that's twice this week.

Cass: But who's counting.

Nicole: I keep telling him he's overdoing it.

Stacey: Well, it's about time somebody else told him.

Cass: Donít bother.

Stacey: Oh, it's no bother. Nicole, would you mind if I talked to him for a little?

Cass: Uh-oh.

Nicole: No, sure. There's this boutique in the mall I've been wanting to check out anyway. I'll be back. Tend to your wounds, ok?

Cass: Ok.

Nicole: Eat up there.

Cass: I will.

Nicole: Bye.

Cass: "The condemned man ate a hearty breakfast."

Stacey: Cass, I'm serious.

Cass: I've never been more serious in my entire life.

Stacey: You cannot keep this up.

Cass: I have to keep it up. Time is getting short.

Stacey: I know what you're feeling.

Cass: Pressed for time is what I'm feeling.

Stacey: Cass, I'm a Winthrop and I know what it's like to throw yourself into your work.

Cass: This isnít just work.

Stacey: But there are diminishing returns. You donít rest, you're going to get sick.

Cass: I get sick every time I think of Feliciaís trial. The arraignment is next week. That means the trial could be anytime after that.

Stacey: All right, so I see there's nothing I can do that's going to make you change --

Cass: Sit down, Stacey. Say something that could help the case. That would make me change my mind. That would make a difference.

Stacey: Cass, I wish that I could.

Cass: Oh, man. It's just driving me crazy. I mean, they're trying to say that Felicia murdered Jason.

Stacey: I know. I --

Cass: There's a whole list of suspects, and I'm sure that they might've wanted him dead, and I canít prove a thing.

Stacey: Yeah, it's too bad that Tiptop went bankrupt, too.

Cass: Every possible piece of evidence has been sold.

Stacey: Yeah, including we no longer have a scene of the crime.

Cass: That's why I keep pulling these all-nighters. There has to be something else.

Stacey: So nothing new with Abigail Kramer?

Cass: Oh, Sadie called last night.

Stacey: Sadie? Who's Sadie?

Cass: My informant.

Stacey: Oh, right, right.

Cass: Apparently, Courtney called a cop friend in Boston and he stopped by the boarding house.

Stacey: So are the cops on to Noahís death?

Cass: Well, the good news is they haven't been able to locate Abigail, either.

Stacey: Oh, well, that is good because if they knew Jason Frame knew about Noah --

Cass: We donít even know about Noah, at least not for sure.

Stacey: Yeah, and we also donít know what happened to Felicia a few minutes after she fainted in the hall of mirrors.

Cass: Boy, this guy with the scar sure could help us out.

Stacey: Oh, I know.

Cass: If we ever get a hold of him again, I'm going to be the one who questions him.

Stacey: You?

Cass: Somebody has got to make this guy cooperate with us, and I donít want you risking your life anymore.

Stacey: Cass, I didnít risk my life. As a matter of fact, he may have saved me.

Cass: Oh, right, the incredible hulk carried you off to safety. You pushed your luck, and I donít want to do it anymore.

Stacey: Cass, he is not what you think. He has something very sad about him.

Cass: And possibly very, very dangerous. It could be that he's the guy that killed Jason Frame.

Sharlene: You have lovely taste, John Hudson.

John: In restaurants, too.

Sharlene: Restaurants?

John: Yeah. It's time I took you to dinner, donít you think?

Sharlene: Really?

John: Yeah. Besides, it's a write-off.

Sharlene: Oh, oh, I see. Yeah, it's a business dinner?

John: Should I make reservations under "Frame Construction"?

Sharlene: I guess so.

John: After all, us senior partners have an awful lot to discuss nowadays -- budget projections and that sort of thing.

Sharlene: Well, that sounds like pretty dry conversation.

John: Well, we can moisten it a bit with some Dom Perignon.

Sharlene: Can the company afford champagne?

John: Oh, well, I donít know -- ok, I'll put that on my personal tab. As a matter of fact, I'll put the entire dinner on my personal tab. And why donít we just forego the business conversation and just talk about us?

Sharlene: That's my favorite subject.

John: And we donít even have to wait till dinner. Why donít we start discussing us right now?

Sharlene: I'd like to, but I have to go.

John: Oh?

Sharlene: To town. I have to pick up Josie.

John: I thought Josie was taking buses.

Sharlene: That was before Jason. Now with the publicity, she just thinks that everybody's staring at her.

John: I'm sorry, I wasn't thinking.

Sharlene: She misses him. I do, too.

John: Sure.

Sharlene: I just keep busy. And I tell you, I never realized how much work Jason did around here, so that's no problem.

John: Look, Sharlene, I donít have to be out at the site for another hour or so. Why donít you just tell me what needs to be done and I'll do it.

Sharlene: Washing and ironing, four loads.

John: Why donít I go and pick up Josie?

Sharlene: I hate to impose.

John: No, no, you're not. Never, never worry about imposing.

John: Oh --

John: I'll be back soon. Bye.

Reuben: All right, all right. How much money do you owe?

Jesse: About 500 bucks.

Reuben: 500 bucks?

Jesse: Keep your voice down, man!

Reuben: Are you in some kind of trouble?

Jesse: I'm not in any trouble. It's a lab fee for my bio class.

Reuben: What you talking about, lab fee?

Jesse: It's an extra charge that they tack on to some classes. I didnít realize it when I registered.

Reuben: 500 bucks to go to school. 500 extra bucks.

Jesse: I thought about asking Ronnie, but she pays for everything else.

Reuben: Yeah, yeah.

Jesse: And I know mom doesn't have that kind of cash lying around.

Reuben: Jesse, man, we want to help you out.

Jesse: No, that's not why I brought it up.

Reuben: Winthrop and Edwards -- they ain't exactly what you would call generous.

Jesse: Fine, that's ok. I'm just glad you're there, man, because I hate when you're in trouble.

Reuben: Ok, all right. What would happen if, say, you donít pay?

Jesse: That's pretty easy. I donít get to take the lab, which means I donít pass the course.

Reuben: Man. These institutes of higher learning -- they can really mess you up, canít they?

Jesse: Oh, donít worry about it. I'm looking for a part-time job. Something will turn up.

Reuben: Yeah. I'm sure it will.

Josie: I deserve a D on that paper. I know that.

Prof. Collins: Well, maybe if you'd chosen a less complex subject to write --

Josie: Well, that's just it. I mean, I didnít know how to choose.

Prof. Collins: Well, why didnít you come to me?

Josie: I didnít think you'd have time.

Prof. Collins: My office hours are for my students. I know that you tried, Miss Watts.

Josie: But I still got a D.

Prof. Collins: You'll do better the next time.

Josie: I'm not so sure.

Prof. Collins: You feel you're in above your head?

Josie: Professor Collins, I moved around a lot as a kid. I mean, sometimes I'd leave school right in the middle of the year. Then when I'd go to a new school, they'd be studying something completely different. It's like I was always trying to catch up. I guess I'm just not smart enough.

Prof. Collins: You mustn't ever feel that way.

Josie: But I work so hard. I really want an education.

Prof. Collins: Well, with that attitude, everything will fall into place eventually.

Josie: Do you think that I could pass this course?

Prof. Collins: You need to concentrate on the basic principles before you tackle the more advanced concepts.

Josie: Well, how do I do that?

Prof. Collins: Maybe if you'd pick up a study partner--

Josie: Do you really think that would help?

Prof. Collins: I think it's the only way you're going to pass this course.

Cass: Hey, see? All I needed was a little food.

Nicole: A little food?

Cass: And a fresh shirt to change into.

Stacey: And a phone booth, no doubt.

Cass: No, the men's room down the end of the hall will suffice quite nicely.

Nicole: And you have a 9:00 A.M shadow.

Cass: Well, actually, I will shave that in the car on the way.

Nicole: On the way to what?

Cass: I'm going to check out a lead.

Stacey: A lead? Where?

Cass: Felicia said something yesterday about Jason having a gun, so I'm riding out to the Frame farm.

Nicole: Well, how long will you be gone?

Cass: I donít know. I shouldnít be gone long. Ok?

Nicole: Ok.

Liz: Cass!

Cass: Hey, Liz.

Liz: What's wrong?

Cass: With what?

Liz: You. You look awful.

Cass: Oh, thanks a lot, Liz. You look wonderful.

Liz: I do?

Cass: Yeah.

Liz: Oh, why, thank you. What a nice thing for you to say.

Cass: I know. Come on in and show everybody.

Liz: Oh, good, Nicole, you're here already. We have lots of work to do.

Cass: On what?

Liz: Your wedding. There are a million plans to make. Hello, Stacey.

Stacey: Hey, Liz.

Liz: Now, first things first -- the wedding invitations. The printer says that you have to finalize your decision today. Cass, please come over here.

Cass: Liz, I would like to be involved in the planning, but I really canít today. I wish I could, Nicole.

Nicole: I understand. Go on.

Cass: Ok. Bye.

Liz: I hope we donít have to do your wedding without him.

Nicole: I'm not sure about this, Liz.

Liz: What?

Nicole: With everything that's been going on with Felicia, I think it's best if we just forget about the wedding for now.

Liz: Forget it? You've already postponed!

Nicole: I know.

Liz: I mean, I'm very fond of Felicia, but you two canít put your lives on hold.

Stacey: Liz is right. That would be a big mistake. Now, listen, Felicia would hate it if you did that.

Nicole: Yes, but all Cass can think about is Felicia.

Stacey: Exactly. And that's what he needs -- he needs to have his attention directed somewhere else.

[Phone rings]

Liz: Staceyís right. Come on, we have work to get done.

Stacey: Stacey Winthrop.

Man: It's me.

Stacey: Uh -- why did you leave like that the other day?

Man: Meet me. The warehouse.

Nicole: Is this nice?

Liz: Yeah.

Nicole: Stacey? Stacey, what is it?

Stacey: I have to go.

Nicole: Where are you going? Stacey!

Josie: He said that I needed a study partner.

Richard: You mean like a tutor?

Josie: Yeah, but, I mean, I canít afford a tutor. I need someone to study with who understands all this stuff.

Richard: Well, that's no problem.

Jesse: Yeah, that's easy. I'll be your study partner.

Richard: No, I'll be your study partner.

Reuben: Whoa! I'd like to volunteer for this. What -- what are we studying?

Josie: Economics.

Reuben: Economics? Are you serious? I know economics!

Jesse: No, no, come on, come on, Reuben, this is serious.

Reuben: Yo, I am serious! I know how to spend money.

Jesse: No, look --

Reuben: Yo, check out these sneakers.

Jesse: Josie -- Josie, I'll be glad to be your tutor.

Richard: No, I'll be your tutor.

Reuben: No, I will teach you.

[All talking at once]

Josie: Guys, guys, hold it! Hold it. I really appreciate this, but I canít impose on anyone like that.

Richard: Impose? I'm dying to help.

Jesse: Me, too.

Reuben: Me, too!

Jesse: Ok, look -- look, Josie, Richard can be your study partner, and if you need any extra help, you know I'm here.

Reuben: Josie, you know you going to break our hearts if you say no.

Josie: Ok, thanks. Thanks, guys. I really, really, appreciate it.

Richard: Hey, we'll start tomorrow afternoon. By the time we're done with Professor Collins, he'll see what a beautiful mind is at work behind this beautiful face.

Jesse: Yeah.

Josie: I donít know about that.

Richard: Well, I'll have you quoting Karl Marx.

Jesse: Adam Smith?

Reuben: Um -- Jesse Jackson. I donít know.

Josie: Thorstein --

Jesse: Thorstein Veblen.

Josie: Veblen!

Jesse: Yeah.

Josie: That's him. That's him.

Richard: You'll become an economist yourself.

Josie: Yeah, right.

Jesse: Exerting her profound influence on the philosophy of the capitalist system.

Josie: Oh, well, that's me. You know, "profound" is my middle name.

Reuben: Profound, yeah.

Jesse: Josie "Profound" Watts.

Josie: That's right.

John: Excuse me? Excuse me.

Josie: John. What are you doing here?

John: I've come to take you home.

Singer: I'll be your water when you get thirsty, baby

Liz: Oh, what about sequins, huh?

Nicole: Ugh. I hate sequins.

Liz: Oh. Well, let's see, now. There must be something else that'll be brilliant and dazzling, hmm?

Nicole: I just want it to be comfortable.

Liz: Your wedding gown -- comfortable?

Nicole: Yeah. How can I have fun if I'm stuck in a tight dress with all sorts of lacy, fussy doodads all over it?

Liz: Oh, donít fuss, Nicole. Let me tell you what -- just design a sweatshirt.

Nicole: Well, at least it wouldnít itch.

Liz: Well, if it itches, you'll scratch. What's the big deal?

Nicole: Liz, I'm the designer. Would you just let me decide what I want for myself?

Liz: Yes, well, let me tell you what I think we should do. I think we should get out of this office. Let's go back to the salon. Or better yet, let's have some coffee at the Paradise, hmm?

Nicole: No.

Liz: Nicole, dear, the place is depressing.

Nicole: No, I am not depressed.

Liz: You're not exactly a laugh a minute. You are getting married in exactly one month. You look as if you're being audited by the I.R.S.

Nicole: I'm not leaving here until Cass comes back.

Liz: He can take care of himself.

Nicole: I'm not so sure.

Liz: Nicole, what are you worried about?

Nicole: I've never seen Cass this way. He's so intent. It's almost frightening.

Sharlene: First you represent Vicky, now Felicia. It looks like you and the Frame family will always be on opposite sides.

Cass: I donít want to be your enemy.

Sharlene: No, you just want to ask a few innocent questions in the name of justice.

Cass: I mean you no harm. I wish you'd believe that.

Sharlene: What do you want to know?

Cass: May I?

Sharlene: Please.

Cass: Jason was shot with his own gun, a derringer.

Sharlene: That's what I've been told.

Cass: Derringers are kind of rare these days. They're collector's items.

Sharlene: I know nothing about their value.

Cass: The point is they usually come in a carrying case.

Sharlene: Yes, they do.

Cass: Do you have one?

Sharlene: Yes, it's in the kitchen.

Cass: May I see it?

Sharlene: Why not? Excuse me a second.

Sharlene: Here you go.

Cass: Thank you. Interesting.

Sharlene: Where's the other one?

Cass: So there were two?

Sharlene: Yes, there were two.

Cass: This could explain the ballistics report.

Sharlene: What?

Cass: Both guns are gone, but only one was found at the scene of the crime.

Sharlene: What are you getting at?

Cass: Did you tell the police that there is a second gun?

Sharlene: No. They didnít ask.

Cass: And they never checked for a second bullet --

Sharlene: Cass --

Cass: And the circus company is liquidating.

Sharlene: Cass, would please tell me what's going on?

Cass: We know that Jason gave one of the guns to Felicia. Where did the other one go?

Sharlene: I have no idea.

Cass: Would Jason have had it?

Sharlene: My brother was not in the habit of carrying a gun!

Cass: All right, who else knew about these guns?

Sharlene: Me, Josie.

Cass: John?

Sharlene: John? No.

Cass: You never mentioned it to him?

Sharlene: Never.

Cass: Maybe Jason told him about it.

Sharlene: That's possible. What -- why are you asking about John?

Cass: I'd like to talk to you about the night Jason died.

Sharlene: I -- I have told you everything I know.

Cass: I promise I'll be brief.

Sharlene: I donít know any more than what I already said in my statement.

Cass: I talked to you the night that Jason died.

Sharlene: Early that evening, yeah, you did.

Cass: And I warned you that Jasonís scheme to defraud Vicky would end up hurting him.

Sharlene: Yes.

Cass: Did you mention this conversation to Jason?

Sharlene: What if I did, Cass?

Cass: I'd like to know his reaction.

Sharlene: Well, what -- how do you think he reacted?

Cass: Did you argue?

Sharlene: I was frightened and I was angry.

Cass: Was it a bad argument?

Sharlene: It was bad enough.

Cass: This is why you didnít go to Feliciaís party, isnít it?

Sharlene: I was too upset to go anywhere.

Cass: But John did go, alone.

Sharlene: Yes.

Cass: Did he know about this fight with Jason?

Sharlene: Yes.

Cass: So he went looking for Jason?

Sharlene: I couldn't say.

Cass: Well, I could, because he as much as told me that when I saw him at the party that night.

Sharlene: Ok, ok, if you say so.

Cass: And he found Jason. Evan Bates saw them fighting later that evening. What can you tell me about that?

Sharlene: Nothing.

Cass: Nothing? Ok. I heard that John froze the night of the fire at Maryís place.

Sharlene: He saved my life.

Cass: Well, then he didnít react immediately.

Sharlene: The fire -- it reminded him of Vietnam.

Cass: Donít they call that "delayed stress syndrome"?

Sharlene: I donít understand what this has to do with the night Jason died.

Cass: Well, I'm just trying to figure out how this syndrome affects John.

Sharlene: I didnít even know that this was a syndrome, Cass. I donít understand why you're asking me. Why donít you just talk to John?

Cass: Has he had many of these attacks?

Sharlene: Now, you know, Felicia came out here a couple of days ago and she admitted to shooting Jason. Why are you asking about John?

Cass: I'm not sure yet. But what I am sure of is that Felicia did not shoot your brother.

Sharlene: Well, you're the only one, Cass.

Cass: There was another shot fired that night from an identical gun.

Sharlene: But the bullet came from her gun.

Cass: Where is this other derringer? Who's got it?

Sharlene: I told you, I donít --

Cass: You donít know. Right. Is John going to be coming by soon, do you think?

Sharlene: He might.

Cass: I'm going to wait for him.

Josie: I donít want you here, John.

Reuben: Yo, man, maybe we better go.

Jesse: Yeah, ok.

Richard: We'll start tomorrow afternoon, Josie.

Reuben: I'll see you, Josie.

Jesse: Josie, just let me know if you need any help, ok? You know I'm around. See you later.

John: What are you so angry about?

Josie: I donít need a babysitter.

John: What?

Josie: What do you think this is, junior high? I'm in college.

John: I'm just doing a favor for your mother. You knew she was going to pick you up.

Josie: Yeah, my mother, not you.

John: What's the difference?

Josie: You know, ever since my Uncle died, you've been hanging around the farm, doing his chores, sitting in his chair.

John: What do you want me to do, Josie? You want me to stay away?

Josie: You canít replace him, John.

John: I'm not trying to, Josie. Donít you understand? I just want to be a friend -- to you and to your mother.

Josie: We donít need your help.

Singer: Maybe next year maybe

Singers: No go

John: Let's go.

Singer: I know you're watching me every minute of the day

Reuben: Yeah, yeah, Duke? Yeah, this is Reuben. Um -- I was just wondering, that deal you told me about -- is it still open? Why the hell would I call you up if I wasn't interested, man? Yeah, all right. How much? All right, all right. That'll work. Ok, I'll see you later.

Stacey: Hello? Anybody here? Hello?

[Stacey gasps]

Stacey: You scared me half to death. Donít do that!

Man: Sorry.

Stacey: Well, I was -- I was a little worried that maybe you wouldnít show up.

Man: I said I'd be here.

Stacey: Right. When you say something, you mean it. Well, thanks for helping me out the other day.

Man: Fanny.

Stacey: Ok. You want to help her. I believe you, and I think that you can. My brother and I are putting together Feli-- Fanny's defense. We have a theory that you could help us prove. I think with your assistance, the charges against her could be dropped today.

Liz: Nicole, why are you so worried about Cass?

Nicole: It's the pressure.

Liz: But he's used to that.

Nicole: No, no --

Liz: Cass thrives on pressure.

Nicole: Not this kind.

Liz: Why, has he said anything to you?

Nicole: I hardly see him. And when I do, he's distracted, nervous.

Liz: What you're saying is life with Cass right now is not what it's supposed to be.

Nicole: I'm just very worried about him. I donít think he can take all this anxiety.

Liz: Oh, Nicole, come on, dear.

Nicole: This case has become so personal for him.

Liz: Felicia is his closest friend. These stakes are very high.

Nicole: I donít want him to lose.

Liz: But he'll be fine. Once he gets Felicia off --

Nicole: If he gets Felicia off.

Liz: Oh. You -- you think he might lose this case?

Nicole: I think it's possible. And if he does, it would eat him alive.

Liz: Perhaps you're right. Well, then maybe he is too close to the case. Could you convince him to turn it over to Zack? For his own sake and for Feliciaís?

Sharlene: I'll be here. Thank you. Well, the police are going to come out this afternoon to pick up the gun case.

Cass: Good, that's good.

Sharlene: Cass, I really donít know how long John will be. I --

Cass: I'm in no hurry.

[Car approaches]

Cass: I guess that must be him.

Sharlene: John --

John: Josie -- Josie, come on.

Sharlene: Josie, what happened?

John: For Peteís sake, Josie --

Sharlene: John, what happened?

John: It's all right, I can handle it.

Cass: John?

John: Hi, Cass. I'm sorry, I didnít see you there.

Sharlene: John, Cass has been waiting for you.

Cass: You got a minute, John?

John: No, I donít. I want to go up and talk to Josie.

Cass: This has to do with Jasonís death.

John: Well, the police have my statement.

Cass: Yes, I read it, but I'd like to hear your story myself.

John: My story? There's no story, Cass.

Cass: We need to talk, John.

John: Well, I canít, not right now. I've got to talk to Josie, and then I'm going to work.

Cass: John, just one minute of your time.

John: Not now, Cass!

Cass: You wouldnít be trying to avoid me, would you, John?

Cass: He's going to have to talk to me sometime. You tell him that.

Stacey: I donít know where to start.

Man: Well, I donít have all day.

Stacey: Right. It's just that there are so many things that I need to know.

Man: Like what?

Stacey: First of all, how did you come to be in the house of mirrors with Felicia? I -- I hope you donít mind my asking, but how did you get that? I didnít mean to offend you. It's just that I know a doctor in town, and if you ever thought about getting plastic surgery, I just --

Man: Fanny.

Stacey: Fanny. Right. Let's get back to her.

Stacey: Were you in the house of mirrors when he was shot? Did Felicia shoot him?

Man: She didnít mean to.

Nicole: Oh, Cass.

Cass: Now, is this lyrical, or this is lyrical, huh?

Nicole: Oh, it's -- I canít believe it.

Cass: So what do you say?

Nicole: Well, this is, I mean, all the things I imagined -- oh, Cass.

Cass: Well, you know, there is a question floating up there in the air that requires an answer.

Nicole: But I already said yes.

Cass: Yeah, but we haven't set a date. How about setting a date?

Nicole: Yes! I love you!

Singer: A place in my heart I'm the one that you can turn to I'm here for you I'm here for you I'm here for you

John: Josie, we can at least talk about it.

Josie: No, we donít have to talk about it.

John: Look, I am not trying to take anyone's place. I told you, I just want to be friends.

Josie: "Friends."

John: Yes -- Josie, nothing has changed! Why canít --

Josie: Excuse me!

John: I canít get through to her. I donít know why. She's just got it in her head that I -- what is it?

Sharlene: Cass.

John: What about him?

Sharlene: He wants to question you.

John: Why?

Sharlene: There's a gun missing.

John: What gun?

Sharlene: The gun that Felicia had was one of a pair of guns.

John: So?

Sharlene: So Cass thinks that there were two shots fired. He thinks that maybe you know something about it.

John: Why would I know anything about it?

Sharlene: John, you fought with Jason.

John: Listen, Sharlene, Felicia has already admitted that she shot him.

Sharlene: But Cass is sure that Felicia didnít do it! He's sure that somebody else did!

John: Well, what are you saying? Are you saying that Cass believes that -- that I shot Jason?

Sharlene: Well, he didnít say it, but he -- John.

Stacey: Are you positive she did it?

Man: She didnít mean to, like I said.

Stacey: This goes against everything Cass believes. Wait a second. How do I know you're telling the truth?

Man: I donít lie.

Stacey: I'm not so sure about that. I mean, you could be playing some sick game, and you just got all your information out of a newspaper!

Man: No.

Stacey: I donít know anything about you. You could've been the one who shot Jason.

Man: You would think that. Just like everybody.

Stacey: No, listen --

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