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John: None of us were saints out there, Sharlene.

Sharlene: I know that.

John: There was an incredible black market.

Sharlene: And my brother was right in the middle of it.

John: You only have Cass' word for that.

Sharlene: I donít understand. Why are you defending Jason?

John: I'm not. Cass wasn't there.

Sharlene: He got a dishonorable discharge. We know that. He sold out on us. He sold out on men like you and men like Floyd.

John: Well, Jason never had a whole hell of a lot of loyalty to anything.

Sharlene: All those years, he told us that he was a career navy man, that he retired with honor.

John: You ever see any pension checks?

Sharlene: All those years, what was he doing?

John: Well, there's one thing that Jason should have learned in Nam. You screw your buddy, you get taken out.

Cass: That's a very interesting philosophy, John.

Mac: There you are.

Iris: Oh, hello, daddy. How pleased I am to see you. I thought you and Rachel had -- what's the matter?

Mac: I know what you did, Iris. Now, just one question. You tell me that you love me. Why would you do a thing like that?

Iris: Daddy, please, let me explain.

Mac: How could you do it, Iris?

Iris: You have to listen to me! Please.

Vicky: Somebody help me! Help my baby! Please, help me! Oh, God! We got to get him --

Ronnie: Jamie, Jamie, what's happening?

Vicky: Please, God! No! Oh, God, no! Jamie, please!

Jamie: Mom, keep her here!

Rachel: What happened?

Vicky: My baby stopped breathing! Oh, my God! My baby! My baby!

Vicky: It was so sudden, and I didnít realize --

Rachel: Look, honey, you have to tell me what happened.

Vicky: And he stopped breathing! And I was holding him and then I just looked at him, and he stopped breathing!

Rachel: Did he give you any warning?

Vicky: No, I donít know what was happening! His hand -- his little hand just got so cold. Oh!

Rachel: Honey, Jamieís going to take care of your baby.

Vicky: No! No, what if something happens to him? I have to see my baby!

Rachel: No, honey, we canít.

Vicky: I have to see him!

Rachel: Listen to me!

Vicky: I have to make sure he's all right.

Rachel: You canít think that way. He is going to be all right. Honey, you have to think like that. Donít you see, that'll help him? That'll help you, too. You're his mother. You've got to be strong.

Vicky: God. Rachel, I'm so scared.

Rachel: Oh, sweetie --

Vicky: I'm so --

Rachel: Honey, I'm here. I'll stay here as long as you need me. He's going to be all right. He was a perfect little boy. He's going to be all right. He's going to be all right.

Mac: Oh, no, Iris. You're not going to explain this one away. Releasing "The Lady and the Laborer" like you did couldn't --

Iris: "The Lady and the Laborer"?

Mac: Yes, what do you think I'm talking about?

Iris: Well -- of course, I just -- daddy, the book was due for release anyway.

Mac: Did you care at all what it was going to do to Felicia? Or how it would affect her trial?

Iris: I thought I was doing the right thing.

Mac: How could you possibly think that?

Iris: It -- it was a business decision.

Mac: You would exploit a friend's agony to make a profit, Iris?

Iris: No, I -- that's not what I did!

Mac: Well, what would you call what you did?

Iris: Look -- look, I -- I know you're upset.

Mac: Of course! How else can I be? How dare you make a decision like that without my approval? And then to lie to me about it on top of it!

Iris: But, daddy, that's unfair.

Mac: The night Felicia was arrested, you covered up the fact that you were the one to release that book early!

Iris: Yes, of course I did. I was concerned about Felicia. I didnít want to hurt her. Surely, you must know that.

Mac: I'm beginning to think that I donít know you at all, Iris, not at all.

Iris: Daddy, publishing is a cutthroat business!

Mac: Donít you lecture to me about publishing!

Iris: I'm sorry.

Mac: As if that "Sophisticate" business weren't enough already.

Iris: What do you mean?

Mac: Well, you didnít bother to consult me, did you?

Iris: No, of course not. It was to be a surprise.

Mac: A wholly new magazine a surprise? Please. Next time, just buy me a tie!

Iris: Daddy, "The Sophisticate" will be a success! You just watch and see.

Mac: Yes, I will, I will. You can bet on it.

Iris: And as for "The Lady and the Laborer" -- that was the right decision to make in business terms.

Mac: But it was not your decision to make! Listen to me. I've made one of the finest reputations in the country for my magazine and my business. And I am not going to have you foul it up.

Iris: I'm very sorry, but I thought we are running this company together!

Mac: Iris, you are very shrewd. You're very clever and sharp. And you certainly have the knack of making a buck! But Cory Publishing is my life. And it's going to be run by the principles that I've laid down -- humane principles. You get that?

Do you? Now, I want to know everything that goes on here. Everything! Is that clear?

Iris: Yes.

Mac: Yes?

Iris: Yes, it's clear.

Mac: Yes! And if you got a problem with it, I suggest you consider working someplace else, Iris.

Cass: It's funny you should mention the Vietnam War.

John: It's a funny subject I know, Cass.

Cass: Did you know about Jasonís dishonorable discharge?

John: I do now.

Cass: But not before?

John: No.

Cass: You had the key to Jasonís safe. Is that right?

John: Yes, I did.

Cass: And the military papers were found in that safe, weren't they?

John: Cass, the key fell out of Jasonís pocket when we -- ahem -- when we argued.

Cass: And you picked it up?

John: Of course I did. If I hadn't, you wouldnít be asking me these questions.

Cass: And then you gave it to Sharlene?

John: Not right away, no.

Cass: Why not?

John: I forgot about it. I gave it to her later.

Cass: How much later?

John: It was the day the police came looking for it, I believe.

Sharlene: That's true. He gave it to me, and then the police arrived.

Cass: Ok. Let's talk about the black market. You were involved in that, too, weren't you?

Sharlene: To get medicine, to save lives. That's not fair, Cass!

Cass: Sharlene, I only want the truth here.

John: All right, here's truth, Cass. There were two kinds of people involved in the black market -- those that were in it strictly for the bucks and those that were in it to save lives.

Cass: By dealing in medical supplies?

John: You got it.

Cass: And that's what you did?

John: That's what I did.

Cass: Saved lives?

John: We lost more than we saved. Look, I'm not going to apologize for anything I did over there. I'm not sorry. You ever had to watch somebody die and been helpless to prevent it?

Cass: Yes, I have.

John: Well, then you know how it feels. But what you donít know is I did that on a daily basis, for years.

Sharlene: I think you should go, Cass.

Cass: One more question. Jason was killed with a derringer -- one of two that he kept in a carrying case here. The cops have one. Would you know anything about that?

Iris: Someplace else?

Mac: I am quite serious, Iris.

Iris: You want me to leave the company?

Mac: Iris, I hope it does not come to that. But if you keep overstepping the bounds --

Iris: Everything I've done -- everything I've done has been for Cory Publishing and its best interests!

Mac: But at whose expense? It was utterly callous of you to release Feliciaís book when she's in the middle of all that trouble.

Iris: But, daddy, the publicity will boost the sales of her book!

Mac: Sales? Donít talk to me about sales! It's a woman's life that's at issue here, Iris! Canít you get that through your head?

Iris: No, I canít. Look, I'm sorry if I've made a mistake. I'm so sorry. I just -- I was just anxious for you to be proud of me.

Mac: Well, I'd be much prouder if you'd just try to be a kinder, more compassionate woman.

Iris: Oh. You mean like Amanda?

Mac: I'm not thinking of Amanda.

Iris: But she's a nice, gentle, sensitive soul, isnít she?

Mac: I was not comparing you with Amanda.

Iris: But it's hard not to, isnít it? I'm not like Amanda. She has had her father for her whole life.

Mac: You had me with you as a father for as many years as Amanda has, Iris.

Iris: Yes. And then I was told I was not your natural daughter by you.

Mac: That's true. And I will never forgive myself for that. And I will never forgive myself for being too stupid to find out the truth.

Iris: Well, I was decimated. If you weren't my father, my whole life was a lie.

Mac: Well, aside from all that, you are my daughter, Iris. You're my daughter and I love you. What are we going to do about it?

Iris: Yes, but not like Amanda! Not with her perfect marriage and a perfect baby.

Mac: You're oversimplifying.

Iris: Am I? Am I? We both know that my marriages have been failures, and my only son hasn't even spoken to me for years.

Mac: Well, I had no idea that you felt that way about Amanda. I thought you were fond of her.

Iris: I donít. It's -- I am fond of her. It's not her fault.

Mac: No, I suppose that's my fault, too.

Iris: Maybe. I -- look, I donít want you to feel guilty.

Mac: I'm not feeling guilty. I'm trying to find some kind of explanation for your behavior, but there just isnít any. What you did -- it was unforgivable, Iris! Unforgivable!

Iris: Oh Ė

Vicky: Oh. Where is everybody? Why are they taking so long?

Rachel: I know it's only been a few minutes.

Vicky: It's been hours! Why haven't they said anything to me?

Rachel: They will say something as soon as they know something.

Vicky: No, I need to see Dr. Frame. Please -- please go get him for me.

Nurse: I'm sorry, Mrs. Frame. I canít do --

Vicky: Ok, ok. Then go find my baby. See how my baby's doing. I want to know how my baby is.

Nurse: The doctor will be with you as soon as he can. Please try to calm --

Vicky: Where is he?

Jamie: Vicky?

Vicky: Jamie -- Jamie, how is he?

Jamie: He's being monitored right now, but he's breathing on his own!

Rachel: Oh, thank God.

Jamie: Yes.

Vicky: Wait, wait, wait, wait -- if he's breathing, then why is he being monitored?

Jamie: We donít know yet. His pediatricians are with him right now, and they're running some tests.

Vicky: What kinds of tests?

Jamie: He's running a very high fever.

Vicky: Well, what are they doing about it?

Jamie: Everything they possibly can. Now, Vicky, listen to me. I have to ask you some questions.

Vicky: Ok. What?

Jamie: Now, relax, and try to think. Has Steven been eating normally his last few feedings?

Vicky: He hasn't been interested in nursing. I thought we would get better at it.

Jamie: Ok, all right.

Vicky: I donít know how much he's been getting, Jamie.

Jamie: Now, when did this start?

Vicky: At his last feeding. It was 2:00 this morning, and I should have told you, because now --

Jamie: No, no, no. Now, listen to me. Have you tried to give him glucose water?

Vicky: No, no. I thought if he was hungry, he would want to nurse.

Rachel: She's a new mother. There's so much conflicting information.

Vicky: I should have known, and I should have told you!

Rachel: Honey, it isnít your fault.

Jamie: No, no, no, it's ok.

Vicky: I want to see him, Jamie. I want to see him.

Jamie: Honey, there's nothing you can do for him right now.

Rachel: Can you stay here with her?

Jamie: Yes.

Rachel: I've got to call Mac.

Jamie: Of course.

Vicky: Jamie, I should have known.

Jamie: Honey, there's no way you could have known.

Vicky: I should have known what was wrong with him.

Jamie: It's ok.

Vicky: I should have told you what --

Ronnie: Jamie --

Vicky: Oh! How's Steven?

Ronnie: Dr. Edward would like to see you?

Vicky: No, I want to talk to the doctor!

Ronnie: Blood pressure's dropping, temperature is 104.

Vicky: No, please, let me see him!

Ronnie: Vicky -- Vicky, come on. Come on, now. You have to get yourself under control.

Vicky: Ok.

Ronnie: Come on, you're the mother of a very sick child. You donít have time for hysterics.

Vicky: Ok. All right. Please, Ronnie, tell me what's going on. I thought he was getting better.

Ronnie: He is, look -- he's having some difficulty breathing again. It'll be ok. I'll talk to you as soon as I can.

Vicky: No, donít go! Donít -- my baby -- my little baby.

John: Everything you want to know is in the report I gave to the police.

Cass: I see. Does that report mention the fight you had with Jason? I guess not.

John: Look, Jason and I were partners. We disagreed sometimes. So what if we fought?

Cass: Was that fight about business or was it about Sharlene?

Sharlene: Cass, you said one more question.

Cass: I need to be absolutely straight about what happened that night.

John: Leave Sharlene out of this. She's had enough.

Cass: Let's go back to the gun.

John: Didnít know Jason had a gun.

Cass: Two guns.

John: He could have had a dozen guns, Cass. I didnít know anything about them.

Sharlene: So much we didnít know.

John: Jason kept things from people. He hid things in order to get an edge. He was always looking for an edge.

Cass: Is that what the fight was about?

John: No.

Cass: It was Sharlene?

John: I told you to leave her out of this.

Cass: John, what are you hiding from me?

John: Nothing.

Cass: If you donít talk now, you're going to talk sometime. You're going to talk on the stand under oath.

John: All right! All right. It was about Sharlene. Jason had upset her that night and I had had enough.

Cass: And what do you do when you had enough?

John: I told you, we argued.

Cass: You fought. You and Jason had a fight! Evan Bates saw it!

Sharlene: It was Jasonís fault.

Cass: How do you know that?

Sharlene: Because he was in that kind of a mood. Anything could have set him off, Cass. I fought with him, too.

Cass: About John?

John: Look -- look, Cass, you go ahead and you put us on the stand, because it's obvious you're not listening to anything we say to you anyway.

[Knock on door]

John: I'll get it, I'll get it. Hey, Zack. Come on in.

Zack: Hi, John.

John: You're a little late there, partner. We've already answered all the questions we're going to. Trying to track down Cass.

Cass: Zack, what's up?

Zack: John, could you excuse us for a minute, please?

John: For the whole day.

Cass: What is it?

Zack: Look, I just talked to my contact. He told me Tiptop Outfitters is folding tent and moving on.

Cass: They're leaving town?

Zack: Bankrupt, so if you're still looking into going into looking at --

Cass: If they take that stuff out of Bay City --

Zack: That's the plan.

Cass: Any chance we have of finding that second bullet is gone.

Zack: Along with your two-gun theory.

Cass: We better get over there, come on.

Zack: I think so.

Cass: I'll be in touch with you.

John: Whew. Ah.

Sharlene: I'm sorry, John.

John: Oh, for what?

Sharlene: Because it's my fault that Cass keeps hounding you.

John: No, no, it's not and I can take care of myself.

Sharlene: I want to take care of you.

John: Listen, you never did tell me --

Sharlene: What?

John: What Jason said to you that night. Why were you so upset? -Can I talk to you for a second? -Sure.

Sharlene: I told Jason that he couldn't sign the farm over to me to avoid Vicky.

John: And that's all it was?

Sharlene: It was enough. He was desperate, John.

John: It's just that I've never seen you like you were that night.

Sharlene: Well, he was saying some pretty ugly things.

John: Well, he certainly must have, especially considering you were thinking about leaving the farm.

Sharlene: John, I told you he was desperate. He was saying all kinds of things, things that I -- I know he didnít mean.

Jasonís voice: You think you're going to walk out on me, that you're going to betray me? No way.

Sharlene: Watch me.

Jason: Sharlie? Sharlie, if you donít stay with me, you donít fight for me, you donít help me, then so help me, I swear I will tell John about your past. I'm telling you, I will tell him that you were a hooker and I'll tell him tonight.

John: Sharlene?

Sharlene: What did you say?

John: Did he threaten you?

Sharlene: What?

John: If he didnít keep the farm in your name, did he threaten you with something?

Sharlene: He was my brother. A brother doesn't do something like that.

John: You donít have to worry about him anymore.

Mac: What's this?

Iris: It's my birth certificate, amongst other things. Sylvie gave them to me when she knew she was dying.

Mac: This -- it lists me as your natural father.

Iris: Daddy, do you know you're the very first man I ever danced with?

Mac: You were 4 years old.

Iris: Mm-hmm.

Mac: You stood on my feet and I taught you to waltz.

Iris: This is one of the happiest nights of my life. Hey, why doesn't anybody ever love me the way I love them?

Mac: I love you, sweetheart. I'll always love you.

Iris: Oh, daddy. Oh. Oh, what is it? A key?

Mac: It unlocks the door to your own private office at the Cory complex.

Iris: Oh --

Mac: How about that?

Iris: Oh! Oh!

Mac: Ha-ha! Well, you got it at last.

Iris: Oh, daddy.

Mac: Aw. Almost all my family is together now and I want to be sure to keep it that way.

Iris: Surely even I deserve a second chance.

Mac: Iris, you've had chance after chance, and time after time you've sworn you would change.

Iris: Daddy, I will never be perfect.

Mac: I'm not asking for perfection. I'd just like a daughter that I can trust and respect.

[Knock on door]

Iris: I'm busy. Come back later.

Vivien: Later would be too late. Mrs. Cory is on the phone for Mr. Cory, says it's important.

Mac: Thank you, Vivien.

Iris: No, daddy, we haven't finished.

Mac: We'll talk more later, darling.

Iris: Please, daddy.

Vivien: Well, you had just about a million phone calls here -- I would say at least four or five. There was a guy who said he was going to call back, there was Mr. Garusagoy. Cath -- Cass Winthrop, attorney-at-law, called.

Iris: Cass?

Vivien: Tuna and mung beans and -- right. The secretary of the hospital board called. The hospital board is anxiously awaiting a phone call from you.

Iris: Listen, what did Cass Winthrop want?

Vivien: Well, he says he's going to stop by later.

Iris: Why?

Vivien: Wants to see you.

Iris: About what?

Vivien: He didnít say, but he did say he might want to talk to me, too.

Iris: Oh, no.

Vivien: Oh, yes.

Iris: No, Vivien, you're not talking to Mr. Winthrop!

Vivien: Well, you're kind of grouchy today. Looked like Mr. Cory was a little out of sorts, too.

Iris: Oh. Just go home.

Vivien: Did you have a little run-in?

Iris: No.

Vivien: What about Mr. Winthrop?

Iris: Vivien? Vivien, go home and pack my bags.

Vivien: Pack?

Iris: Yes, I haven't got time to explain.

Vivien: Are we talking long-term or short-term?

Iris: I'm not sure. I'm not sure if I'll -- I'll be coming back.

Rachel: Mac, something's wrong with the baby. We really donít know. Yeah, he's in intensive care here. Yeah, we're in the waiting room at the obstetric ward. Yeah, I think you better. Ok. Thanks.

Rachel: Let's sit down.

Vicky: Jamie, how is he?

Jamie: Hi.

Vicky: How's Steven?

Jamie: The pediatrician's staying with him, honey. Steven has --

Vicky: What?

Jamie: He's developed septic shock.

Vicky: Oh, God, it's serious.

Jamie: It can be. It can be, yes. It's an infection. Infants are particularly susceptible, especially when they're born in nonsterile conditions.

Vicky: No, but a lot of babies are born at home, and --

Jamie: I know, but they're usually accompanied with a doctor or a nurse or --

Vicky: Well, Jake and I -- Jake and I did the best we absolutely could!

Jamie: Honey, you canít blame yourself. It can happen to babies under the most sterile conditions.

Rachel: Nobody's to blame. How are you treating him?

Jamie: Well, we're keeping him in the neonatal intensive care and he's being monitored very carefully. He's receiving fluids intravenously and antibiotics --

Vicky: No, this is not happening to my baby! My baby is just fine!

Rachel: Is he going to be all right?

Jamie: I have every reason to think so, yes.

Vicky: Why isnít it me in there, Jamie?

Jamie: Oh, honey. I said the same thing.

Vicky: Oh, he was supposed to come home today!

Rachel: How long can this go on?

Jamie: The next 24 hours are crucial.

Rachel: You got here so soon.

Mac: I came the minute we hung up. Are Michael and Donna here?

Rachel: Michael went to get Donna.

Mac: Has there been any change?

Vicky: Still waiting.

Jamie: Hello, Mac. Steven has developed what's known as septic shock.

Mac: Rachel explained it to me.

Rachel: Vicky, let's go sit down.

Vicky: No, I canít sit.

Jamie: No, go ahead.

Rachel: Honey, you donít need to hear this again.

Mac: Is it very serious, Jamie?

Jamie: Well, Mac, if he doesn't respond to the antibiotics --

Mac: Well, he is getting as good care as possible, isnít he?

Jamie: Oh, the very best, yeah.

Mac: We've just got to have faith, then, Jamie.

Jamie: I know. I know. I'm trying. In the meantime, I want to see if I can get Vicky in to see my son. I think he needs to see his mom.

Mac: Well, you go ahead. We'll look out after her.

Jamie: Thanks for coming, Mac. I appreciate it. Hey, Vicky?

Vicky: Yeah?

Jamie: I'm going to go in and take a look at Steven now.

Vicky: Oh, I want to go.

Jamie: And I'm going to talk to Dr. Elber about that right now.

Vicky: Ok, and you'll come back and you'll tell me all that you've heard?

Jamie: As soon as possible.

Vicky: Ok.

Jamie: I promise.

Vicky: All I want to do is see him. I mean, I just want to hold him because he's -- he's probably wondering where his mommy is.

Mac: Darling, I donít think he's old enough to wonder much anything yet.

Vicky: Oh, yeah. He wants to see me because --

Mac: Of course he does.

Vicky: He knows who I am.

Rachel: Of course he does.

Mac: Yes, he does.

Rachel: Darling, as soon as his condition stabilizes, I'm sure they'll let you get in with him --

Vicky: Oh, yeah.

Rachel: But right now you know he's getting the best care they can give him.

Vicky: Oh. Thank you. Thank you, Mac. Just -- thank you for being here with me.

Rachel: Oh, sweetheart, where else would we be?

Vicky: Oh. Oh, thank you. You know, I think I'm going to go get something to drink, ok?

Mac: Let me get it for you.

Vicky: No, I -- I just kind of need to walk. Ok?

Mac: All right, sweetheart.

Vicky: Thanks.

Rachel: It's so awful when something goes wrong with one of your babies. You just feel like there's nothing that you can do.

Mac: Yeah, she must feel so helpless. And the guilt -- every parent feels they're responsible for whatever happens to your child.

Rachel: Sometimes what happens is totally out of your control. That's why you just have to have faith.

Mac: That's right. That's what I told Jamie.

Rachel: Yeah. Did you speak with Iris?

Mac: It was awful.

Rachel: I'm sorry.

Mac: I donít even want to think about it. She's what's important now.

Vivien: Did I hear you right?

Iris: Please, no more questions.

Vivien: How much of your wardrobe do you want me to pack?

Iris: I'll travel lightly. I'll buy what I need when I get there.

Vivien: Where is "there"?

Iris: I donít know. I need to go someplace safe, someplace that has some -- has some good memories.

Vivien: I donít get this.

Iris: You donít have to get it. Just call the airlines and make a reservation on the first flight to Cannes.

Vivien: To Cannes?

Iris: Yes, Cannes -- C-a-n-n-e-s. You know, in the south of France, on the French Riviera?

Vivien: Oh, oui, oui, tout de suite.

Iris: Oh. And Vivien? You're not to tell anyone about this, right?

Vivien: Right, except Mr. Cory, right?

Iris: Vivien, no one.

Vivien: I got it.

Iris: Good -- oh, and Vivien? There's just one more thing. I want you to deliver a letter for me to Mr. Michael Hudson.

Vivien: Mr. Hudson? Yes, ma'am. Yes, ma'am. Your bidding is my command, yes, ma'am.

[Door closes]

Iris' voice: "Dear Michaelů--"

Cass: Hello?

Zack: Hello?

Cass: Anybody here? What was the owner's name again?

Zack: Huggert.

Cass: Looks like he's ready to run out, all right.

Zack: Yeah, maybe he did and left this stuff behind.

Cass: It's all empty over there. Mr. Huggert? Hello?

Zack: There's a lot of stuff here.

Cass: Huh.

Man: Where'd you guys come from?

Cass: Oh! The street.

Man: No, no, no -- I mean, who sent you? The I.R.S.?

Cass: Are you Mr. Huggert?

Man: The F.B.I.? The C.I.A.? In the last few days, I've talked to every initial in the alphabet.

Cass: Well, we're not initials.

Man: Well, if you're creditors, I got a hot flash -- you canít get blood from a parsnip.

Zack: A turnip.

Cass: Stone.

Man: Those, too.

Zack: Well, we're not creditors.

Man: The telephone company. You're here to disconnect. Terrific. Rip the damn thing off the wall. Who wants to talk to anybody?

Cass: No, we're not from the phone company, either, sir.

Man: Oh. You're not from the police? Now, I've had enough of them, too.

Cass: The police have been here?

Man: Yeah. Bay City's finest paid me a couple of visits.

Cass: What for?

Man: Well, that Gallant dame -- you must have read about it. She shot some jerk in my palace of mirrors. Well, what the hell am I supposed to know about that? I just rent the stuff out.

Cass: Well, no, we're not from the police department, either.

Man: Ok. Who the hell are you?

Zack: We're attor--

Cass: Mr. Sotheby and I are collectors, and all we're interested in is doing a little business -- with you.

Man: Collectors? What do you collect?

Cass: Collectibles. Allow me to introduce myself -- I'm Mr. Christie and I'm very pleased to meet you, Mr. Huggert.

Mr. Huggert: Yeah. What is a collectible?

Cass: Well, Mr. Sotheby and I deal in antiques.

Zack: Yes. Yes, we do, indeed, we do, yes.

Cass: In very fine antiques.

Mr. Huggert: What do you want with me? The oldest thing I got in the place is this tie. The wife gave it to me, Christmas, 1978.

Cass: Well, our specialty is circus artifacts.

Zack: Yes, circa -- 1989 --

Cass: 1989.

Zack: Yeah.

Cass: Very good year, 1989.

Zack: And we understand that you have quite a collection.

Cass: An incomparable collection, in fact.

Mr. Huggert: Had. I had quite a few nice things, but I went belly-up.

Cass: "Belly-up"?

Mr. Huggert: Bankrupt.

Cass: Oh --

Mr. Huggert: I'm broke.

Cass: Oh.

Mr. Huggert: Do you have any idea what it costs to feed chimpanzees nowadays?

Cass: Canít say as I do.

Mr. Huggert: Well, they ate better than I do.

Cass: Well, much as I love simians, sir, that's not what we're interested in.

Mr. Huggert: Well, whatever you're interested in, it's gone. I had to sell everything.

Cass: Did you hear that, Mr. Sotheby?

Zack: Yeah, had to sell everything.

Cass: How horrible for you, Mr. Huggert.

Mr. Huggert: Ah, I hated the circus. But the money was good till it ran out.

Cass: Well, Mr. Sotheby and I feel quite the contrary.

Zack: Oh, yeah, quite.

Cass: In fact, we are mounting a circus retrospective for the grand opera in Paris.

Zack: Yeah, it's going to be a -- it's going to be a circus devotee's dream.

Mr. Huggert: Yeah, well, to each his own, I guess.

Cass: Yes. I have an idea!

Zack: Yeah, and what is it?

Mr. Huggert: Do tell.

Cass: Well, you must have a list of the people that you sold this equipment to.

Zack: Of course. And then we can track them down.

Cass: Is there such a list in your possession, Mr. Huggert?

Mr. Huggert: I could find one for a price.

Cass: Well, I think we could pay Mr. Huggert $50 for his list, donít you, Mr. Sotheby?

Mr. Huggert: 200.

Cass: 75.

Mr. Huggert: 150.

Cass: 100 and not a farthing more.

Mr. Huggert: Well, you guys drive a hard bargain. Ah. There's a lot of names on this list. It's got to be worth 150.

Zack: But you agreed --

Mr. Huggert: No. All I said is you guys drive a hard bargain.

Cass: Ok, very well. 150 it is. Give me some money. You got 150?

[Cass whistles circus music]

Cass: Here you go, Mr. Huggert.

Mr. Huggert: Yeah. Well, I got a lot of sequined leotards to pack up, a whole closet full. Yeah. It was great doing business with you.

Cass: The pleasure was all ours, Mr. Huggert.

Zack: Oh. There are a lot of names on this.

Cass: It'll take forever to track down all of these people, and the arraignment is tomorrow. Come on, let's get started.

John: It's almost warm out.

Sharlene: Yeah, the sun's getting pretty high in the sky. Hmm. I used to look for the first signs of spring, search the forest for the first bud, for the first robin. Not this year.

John: Why not? Why donít we just jump in my truck and drive out to the point? There's a tall stand of birch out there, always buds early.

Sharlene: You know something? You are such a fine man. I donít know what I would have done if you hadn't been here these past few weeks, these past few months.

John: I wouldnít be anyplace else. I -- I care about you so much, so, so very much, Sharlene.

[Knock on door]

John: Timing's everything.

Sharlene: Officer.

Officer: How you doing today, Mrs. Watts?

Sharlene: I'm fine, thank you. What can I do for you?

Officer: I'm here to return your brother's things.

Sharlene: What things?

Officer: The contents of his safe and strongbox.

Sharlene: Oh, I --

Officer: Some things are missing. The D.A. is using them as evidence.

Sharlene: I -- oh, I see. Well, thank you very much. It was nice of you to bring them all the way out here.

Officer: Have a good day, ma'am.

Sharlene: You, too.

Sharlene: I'll have a look to see what was inside.

John: What is all that stuff?

Sharlene: Jasonís birth certificate. Military papers.

John: What is it, Sharlie?

Rachel: It's so unfair for this to happen to Jamie and Vicky.

Mac: And they've only been parents a couple of days.

Rachel: Everything was going so right. That poor little baby.

Mac: He's going to be fine, darling. He's got to be.

Rachel: Right.

Jamie: Honey? Maybe you should -- maybe you should wait at home.

Vicky: No. No.

Jamie: You could get some rest, honey.

Vicky: No. No, because Steven was supposed to come home with me today and I got everything ready for him. He was going to be with me.

Vicky: My Steven was going to come home!

Jamie: Baby.

Vicky: Jamie, he was going to come home today.

Sharlene: It's my divorce decree.

John: From Russ Matthews.

Sharlene: Yep. Strange looking at this. I remember the guy coming to the door and handing it to me.

John: It must be hard when a marriage ends.

Sharlene: It was the way it ended, the way I ended it. It just seemed so unfinished. And then this came and it was over.

John: What happened? No -- you donít have to answer that. I'm sorry.

Sharlene: No, really --

John: It's really none of my business.

Sharlene: Actually, there's not much to tell.

John: Sharlene, you really donít have to.

Sharlene: Russ and -- well, we just never had a chance.

[Door opens]

Vivien: You're leaving on a jet plane

Iris: Are all my bags in the limo?

Vivien: Donít know when you'll be back again

Iris: Vivien, I think I could live without the musical accompaniment, you know?

Vivien: I packed your tennis outfits, your tennis rackets, and your tennis balls. If you want to do anything besides play tennis, you'll have to go shopping.

Iris: Well, thank you. Vivien, now, look, I want you to deliver that to Mr. Michael Hudson for me after I've gone, understood? After I'm gone.

Vivien: Hey, I got one question.

Iris: No. No questions.

Vivien: The hospital board called the penthouse again. They haven't made any decisions and that's what they said.

Iris: Ok, I'll attend to it. Why donít you wait in the car? I wonít be a minute.

Vivien: Ok, the motor will be running.

Iris: All right.

Iris: Oh, yes, could I speak to him, please? This is Mrs. Iris Wheeler calling. Thank you.

Man: Iris, how are you?

Iris: Frantic as usual.

Man: Why? What's the matter?

Iris: Well, there just aren't enough hours in the day. Listen, I wonít keep you, but I want you to know that the hospital board is seeing other candidates for the position.

Man: Oh, I see.

Iris: Yes, well, they're considering several. I told them that as far as I was concerned, you were the best man for the job.

[Man chuckles]

Man: It was very nice of you to say so, Iris.

Iris: Well, I just hope that they accept my recommendations.

Man: Well, now, we'll just have to wait and see, wonít we?

Iris: Listen, why donít you come and meet the board and talk to them and tell them what you can do for Bay City general? Will you do that?

Man: Yes. Yes, I will. As a matter of fact, I'm flying out this afternoon.

Iris: Oh, that's wonderful. I'm leaving town myself today, but when I get back, I want to hear the good news that you've been made chief of staff of Bay City general. Goodbye.

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