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Another World Transcript Thursday 4/28/05

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Stacey: Jamie? Are you all right?

Jamie: No. No, I'm not.

Frankie: What I wanted to say is that I'm an admirer of yours. I think your clothes are just sensational.

Nicole: Well, thank you.

Frankie: What you're wearing right now, for example -- it's just fabulous, and -- and those earrings.

Stacey: Jamie, what is it?

Jamie: Tonight just got to me, that's all.

Stacey: I know you, and I know something is really wrong. Can you talk about it?

Jamie: I -- I wish I could.

Stacey: You know, there isnít anything that you canít tell me.

Jamie: Well, it's about Vicky and -- and the baby.

Stacey: Well, they're all right, aren't they? I mean, neither one of them is sick?

Jamie: No, no, it's -- it's just that nothing is what I thought it was.

Rachel: Jamie, there you are. I've been looking all over for you.

Jamie: Why? Is there something wrong, Mom?

Rachel: No. It's time to take the family photograph. Getting this family to stay together in one place is almost impossible.

Stacey: Oh, I can imagine.

Jamie: Well, we'd better get going, then.

Rachel: Ok, well, we need Vicky, too.

Jamie: She's not here.

Rachel: Is she below?

Jamie: No, she wasn't feeling well, so she went home.

Rachel: Oh, it's nothing serious, I hope?

Jamie: No, I'm sure she'll be fine. So, shall we go?

Rachel: Ok. What did you do to your face?

Jamie: Well, it's nothing. Bye.

Rachel: Are you all right?

Jamie: Yeah, I'm fine.

Vicky: "Spend a lovely two hours with Steven. See you soon. Marley."

Bridget: Victoria, what are you doing back here so soon? Where's Jamie? Victoria, look at me. What's happened to you, dear?

Vicky: It's over.

Bridget: Well, did he listen to you?

Vicky: Jamie hates me. He's never coming back.

Bridget: Oh, darling. Oh, oh --

Vicky: He's never coming back.

Bridget: Oh, my dear.

Frankie: Excuse me?

Nicole: I said the earrings aren't mine. They belong to my niece.

Frankie: Vicky?

Nicole: Mm-hmm.

Frankie: Vicky Frame?

Nicole: Yes.

Frankie: So you borrowed them --

Nicole: Is there a problem here?

Frankie: No. No, it's just that they're so wonderful. I really love them. You know, I was wondering if those would look good with my hair. Do you think that I could borrow them for half a second?

Nicole: No, I supposed it's all right.

Frankie: Oh, great. Thank you so much.

Frankie's voice: Can you draw it for us, Derek?

Cass: You ready?

Nicole: Am I ready for what?

Cass: Tomorrow?

Nicole: Oh, I think I've been ready for tomorrow my whole life.

Cass: I think you'd better not get too tired tonight, then.

Nicole: Ok.

Cass: If you donít mind, we're going to be going now.

Frankie: Yes. I think that I should probably go, too. It was very nice talking to you. I'll see you soon.

Nicole: Bye.

Frankie: Bye.

Cass: Excuse us.

Nicole: Oh, Cass, wait.

Cass: What?

Nicole: She has my earring.

Cass: Frankie does?

Nicole: Yeah. I have to go back. I'll just be a second.

Cass: No, that's ok. I'll take care of it.

Cass: Excuse me. You took Nicoleís earring?

Frankie: Oh, yeah. Oh, I'm sorry. I was just borrowing it for a second. I forgot all about it. They're just so wonderful.

Nicole: Thanks. Canít afford to lose these.

Frankie: No, I bet you canít.

Cass: Honey, why donít you go on upstairs? I'll be there in a minute.

Nicole: I thought you said you were ready to go.

Cass: I need a word with Frankie.

Nicole: You know, we really should say good night to Rachel.

Cass: Ok, I'll catch up to you.

Nicole: Ok.

Cass: Yeah. What's going on?

Frankie: I've been holding out on you. I'm really a jewel thief.

Cass: I donít care about the earring. I do care about Nicole.

Frankie: I donít follow.

Cass: Oh, yes, you do. That's the problem. Every time I've looked at you tonight, every time I've turned around, there you've been, staring at Nicole.

Frankie: Oh, come on! I have not.

Cass: Look, I donít want to get into an argument about this. But you've been watching Nicole like a hawk tonight, and I want to know why.

Frankie: I wanted to know her secret.

Cass: What secret?

Frankie: How she go a fascinating guy like you to take her to the party.

Cass: Why wonít you give me a straight answer?

Frankie: Oh, ok. I was wondering if she had seen Vicky.

Cass: Vicky?

Frankie: Vicky. Vickyís her niece, right?

Cass: Why?

Frankie: Because Vickyís mother is her sister.

Cass: Cute. I mean, why do you want to see Vicky?

Frankie: Because I was hoping to bum a ride.

Cass: But John and Sharlene are still here. You do live with Sharlene, right?

Frankie: Yeah, but I donít want to get in the middle there, if you know what I mean. Oh! It just dawned on me that she's probably with Jamie. They're getting their picture taken.

Cass: Hold it. Hold it, Frankie!

Frankie: What?

Cass: What are you after?

Cass: No, there's more to it than that. You're snooping around. Now, why Vicky?

Frankie: Because Jamie married her and he's my cousin.

Cass: Does this have something to do with Feliciaís case?

Frankie: Would you give me a break?

Cass: Get this straight. I'm going to crack Feliciaís case soon. But if you mess me up --

Frankie: Cass, I donít want to --

Cass: Just stay out of this.

Frankie: Ok.

Cass: Thank you. The last thing Felicia needs is any more of your kind of help.

Frankie: That's what you think.

Stacey: Derek? Derek?

Stacey: I saw you up on deck. Did you follow me?

Derek: I thought you didnít have a date.

Stacey: I didnít have a date. Some things happened to that man, and he was upset. That's all there is to it.

Derek: What you do is up to you.

Stacey: Yeah, that's right. What do you care, anyway?

Derek: I donít.

Stacey: Well, I do. I care a great deal about my friends. Maybe you could understand that if you'd let someone be your friend.

Derek: It's better if nobody gets too close.

Stacey: And why? You know, there's different ways of letting people be close. That man and I were engaged at one point. And it didnít work out, and now he's married to someone else. But we're still friends. Why is it that you and I canít be friends?

Derek: What's he do?

Stacey: What?

Derek: Your friend -- what's he do?

Stacey: He's a doctor.

Derek: Oh, a doctor. Right. Sure.

Stacey: Well, what? What's that supposed to mean?

Derek: You fit right in up there -- you know, with the lawyers and the doctors and the businessmen, with their champagne and fancy --

Stacey: I donít understand what's wrong!

Derek: You belong up there, not here. It's dirty down here.

Stacey: Why do I have to belong anywhere?

Derek: Because you were never on the outside. Upstairs is more natural for you.

Stacey: Oh. But not for you?

Derek: Go upstairs.

Stacey: All right, I will. But I want you to get something straight first. You can put yourself into whatever neat little category you want to. But donít put me in one. I am who I am, and I will be with whomever I want, no matter what world he thinks he's in. Do you get what I'm saying? Do you understand me?

Stacey: Maybe you're right. Maybe we are too different.

Amanda: Ok, Jamie, you're going to be standing right behind Mom.

Jamie: Where's grandma?

Rachel: She left 30 minutes ago with Sid Sugarman.

Amanda: Sharky?

Rachel: Uh-huh. I didnít warn her that we were doing this.

Sam: Well, if you warned everybody, this room would be empty by now.

Rachel: Oh, come on. Mac will enjoy this photograph.

Sam: Hey, I'm ready.

Rachel: Sure, you are.

Amanda: Ok, you are going to be sitting right here.

Sam: No, no, no, Amanda, you need to sit next to your mother.

Amanda: Well, how is it looking so far, Jordan?

Jordan: Is this everybody?

Rachel: Yes, it's everybody.

Amanda: Wait a second. Where's Matthew?

Matt: Right here.

Amanda: Oh, I'm sorry. We didnít hear you complaining around here. I thought you had left.

Matt: Aha, my sister is so funny. Sit down.

Amanda: I'm just trying to get a smile on that face.

Matt: Yeah. Is Vicky doing better?

Jamie: No, she went home.

Matt: I guess it wasn't that serious, or you would have left with her.

Jamie: She can manage for herself.

Matt: Well, if there's anything I can do --

Jamie: Listen, did I tell you, Mom, that I saw Dennis before he left?

Rachel: Oh, good.

Jamie: What you've done here I think is really wonderful; by the way, bringing the Frames and the Coryís together.

Rachel: How could I not?

Jamie: What do you mean?

Rachel: Well, you're a Frame. So is your son.

Amanda: Are we all set?

Jamie: Right.

Sam: It's a great party, Rachel. Really.

Rachel: Well, maybe we'll do another one in 25 years, but next time we'll have your father here.

Amanda: Sounds good to me.

Gwen: Would you look at that? Isnít that touching?

Evan: Gwen, there's nothing wrong with a nice family portrait.

Gwen: Assuming you have a family. Yeah, those Coryís are the real picture of success.

Evan: Listen, I think you've had enough of this tonight.

Gwen: But even success has its price.

Jordan: Say cheers.

All: Cheers.

[Sharlene sighs]

John: Cold?

Sharlene: A little, yeah.

John: Yeah?

Sharlene: Oh, come on, you're going to be cold, too.

John: No, I'm not. Chivalry is not dead. Besides, I wonít be cold as long as I keep my arm around you.

Sharlene: Oh? Body heat?

John: Body heat, yes. Just think -- when I take you home tonight, I wonít have to say good night.

Sharlene: It's kind of sudden, you moving in. It's what you want, isnít it?

John: Yes, it's what I want. It's what you want, too, isnít it?

Sharlene: I want to be with you.

John: Well, I feel the same way. Matter of fact, I'd like to go home right now.

Sharlene: Let's go.

John: Ok.

Frankie: Hi. Have you seen Vicky Frame?

Matt: No, I havenít.

Frankie: Why aren't you getting your picture taken?

Matt: I just finished.

Frankie: Oh.

Matt: Do you know who that girl is right there?

Frankie: What girl?

Rachel: Are you all right?

Jamie: Yes, yes, I'm fine.

Rachel: Are you worried about Vicky?

Jamie: No, I'm not worried.

Rachel: Honey, I know you when you're upset.

Jamie: Mom, I'm sorry, I donít mean to put a damper on your party.

Rachel: Forget the party. What's wrong?

Jamie: Did I tell you what a great idea I think this was?

Rachel: Yes, you have told me that, but you're not telling me what's wrong.

Jamie: It's not anything for you to worry about, Mom. Look, it's getting late. I should be going. Thanks again.

Rachel: All right. Well, you know where to find me if you want to talk.

Jamie: I always have. Bye.

Cass: There she is. Hi.

Rachel: Are you off?

Nicole: Yes.

Cass: I'm on my way to the stateroom to pick up our things, but of course we couldn't leave without thanking our hostess.

Rachel: Well --

Cass: It was really wonderful.

Nicole: Yes, thank you.

Rachel: I'm so glad you could come. Well, you have a busy day tomorrow, donít you?

Cass: Tomorrow? Is something going on tomorrow you want to tell me about?

Nicole: Donít pay any attention to him. It's just a front. He's just as keyed up as I am, aren't you?

Rachel: Well, you two get your rest, ok?

Nicole: We will, wonít we?

Cass: If you can keep my hands off you.

Iris: Evan, I would like you to take me home.

Evan: What's that?

Iris: I said I would like you to take me home. I'm fed up with this.

Evan: I think that I'd better stick around for a while.

Iris: Donít worry about Gwen. She'll keep your little secret to herself.

Evan: Iris, she's been drinking.

Iris: Yes, she has, hasn't she? But I think she's got more to gain by keeping quiet.

Evan: You know, she's already caused one scene tonight. She's acting so strange.

Iris: Evan, I really need you tonight.

Evan: Iris, I canít take any chances.

Amanda: So we did everything that we could do, but we were never able to make contact.

Gwen: Really? Isnít that something? Did you hear that, Evan?

Evan: What's that?

Amanda: I was just telling her how we tried to find Janiceís son.

Gwen: Yeah. They looked everywhere for that boy. Couldn't seem to turn him up, no matter how hard they tried. What do you think of that?

Evan: I think that's ok. I'll take this. Now, there's something upstairs I'd like to show you. Would you like to come with me?

Gwen: Isnít he the gentleman?

Sam: She's a strange one.

Amanda: I kind of just feel sorry for her.

Sam: Hey, is that Jamie leaving?

Amanda: He's looked so down all night.

Sam: Yeah, and Vicky didnít exactly stay a long time tonight either.

Amanda: You think they're fighting?

Sam: I donít think they're happy, no.

Amanda: I'm going to go talk to Jamie.

Sam: See you in a bit.

Amanda: Jamie, Jamie? Come on, are you going to leave without even saying good night?

Jamie: Oh, I'm sorry. Good night.

Amanda: Hey. You know, if you want to talk to me about something -- you just seem kind of sad.

Jamie: I'm just tired, that's all. Good night.

Vicky: Bridget, I love him so much. I canít lose him.

Bridget: He's going to come back. He loves you and he loves Steven.

Vicky: You haven't been listening to me.

Bridget: I know you, Victoria. I know when you think everything's going wrong for you.

Vicky: You didnít see the look on his face.

Bridget: You always think that everything is -- nothing -- it's always going to be like this, dear.

Vicky: He hates me.

Bridget: But it's not. Now, you trust me.

Vicky: What am I going to do?

Bridget: He's going to come back. I know it.

Vicky: How?

Bridget: Well, first of all, what you're going to do is you've got to give Jamie time, see? Time for him to remember how much he loves you.

Vicky: I hate waiting.

Bridget: I know you do.

Vicky: If I could just come up with a reason, an excuse, some -- God, what am I talking about? He's heard all my lies. He's not going to forgive me.

Bridget: Victoria, he's a very kind man, and he understands you.

Vicky: That I'm a liar! That's what he understands.

Bridget: And he knows that when you get desperate you tend to do things wrong. But he loves you, dear, and he's going to forgive you.

Vicky: Steven could be Jakeís son! That is not something that Jamieís going to forgive!

Bridget: Well, you told me that it might very well be that it's Jamie --

Vicky: Yeah.

Bridget: That it's Jamieís child! All right, then, dear.

Vicky: And what if it is? Doesn't mean he'll want to come back to me. Even if it's Jamieís son, he wonít want anything to do with Steven or me ever again.

Bridget: Oh, no. No, dear. It's going to be all right. It's going to be all right, dear.

Cass: What the hell are you doing here? No, never mind. I can guess. You knew Stacey would be here, so you followed her. Isnít that right? I asked you a question, pal.

Derek: I donít have to explain anything to you, "pal."

Cass: Let me give you a piece of not-too-friendly advice. You stay out of my sister's life. You've been nothing but trouble for Felicia, and I'm not going to stand around and watch you hurt Stacey, too.

Derek: I never hurt Stacey! Or Fanny.

Cass: Are you crazy? You're the reason she's in jail!

Derek: No.

Cass: And you've been messing with Staceyís head ever since this whole thing started! Just stay away.

Derek: I didnít hurt Fanny! And I am trying to help her.

Cass: I love this. How are you helping? By crashing Macís party, chasing after Stacey?

Derek: I never did that. And all I ever wanted to do was help Fanny.

Cass: Yeah, and then Stacey saw you and that was it. As we all know, she's a sucker for the underdog, and you certainly qualify in that category.

Derek: No.

Nicole: Cass, did you find my coat?

Cass: I'll be right there. You remember what I said, that's all. Just stay away from my sister.

Rachel: Oh, thank you.

[Rachel laughs]

Rachel: Hi, sweetie.

Matt: Hi. Oh, was I supposed to bring a gift?

Rachel: Nothing but your beautiful smile.

Matt: That I'm working on.

Rachel: I'm sorry Josie couldn't be here.

Matt: Yeah, me, too.

Rachel: I'm sure she'll change her mind about a lot of things if you just give her some time.

Matt: What else can I give her? I'm going to go.

Rachel: All right. Drive carefully.

Matt: I will.

Rachel: Good night.

Olivia: Rachel.

Rachel: Oh, hello.

Olivia: I'd like to thank you for a wonderful evening.

Rachel: Oh, you're very welcome.

Olivia: Thanks. My dad's still talking to aunt Alice and I'm pretty tired.

Rachel: Oh. Would you like a ride home?

Olivia: Oh, no, thank you.

Rachel: Well --

Olivia: My aunt Pat is waiting for me. She's always waiting for me.

Rachel: Matthew just left.

Olivia: Who is Matthew?

Rachel: My son. I wanted you to meet him.

Olivia: Oh, some other time maybe.

Rachel: All right.

Olivia: Good night.

Rachel: Good night. Hi.

Amanda: Well, it turned out pretty well. What do you think?

Rachel: I think so, all things considered.

Amanda: Did you talk to Iris?

Rachel: No.

Amanda: Well, good. It's just as well.

Rachel: I think so.

Gwen: Oh, Rachel?

Rachel: Hi, Gwen.

Gwen: Hi. Oh, I'm sorry, Amanda.

Amanda: That's all right. We're really happy that you're able to be with us today.

Gwen: Oh, thank you so much, but I'm going to leave in a few hours. My plane's at dawn.

Rachel: So soon?

Gwen: Yes. Rachel, do you happen to have a few minutes?

Rachel: Yes, of course.

Gwen: Good. You know, we probably wonít see each other again. I thought we should clear some stuff up.

Rachel: Of course. I'd like that.

Gwen: Ok. Could we go somewhere private?

Rachel: Certainly.

Amanda: I'll be in the ballroom.

Rachel: All right.

Sharlene: I forgot that you like the window open. I meant to open that earlier. I know how you like the fresh air.

John: How do you know that?

Sharlene: Well, I just assumed, because you always have the windows open on the boat. You know, if you want it shut, that's ok.

John: No, no, whatever you want. Whatever you want.

Sharlene: Ok, that's -- that's fine.

John: That's fine. Sure. This is a nice room.

Sharlene: Thank you.

John: I always used to picture you in here after I dropped you off and you said good night. I was wondering if you ever -- always wondered if you ever thought about me.

Sharlene: Yeah. I thought about you. Probably more than you can imagine. I -- I cleared some drawers for you. And --

John: Oh. Fine.

Sharlene: They're the bottom ones, though. So, you know, I hope that's ok.

John: Sure, sure, that's ok. Yeah.

Sharlene: What side of the bed do you like?

John: Doesn't matter. How about you?

Sharlene: Whatever you want.

John: Ah.

Sharlene: So, if the drawers -- if that's not enough space, let me know.

John: No, I donít need much. No.

Sharlene: And what time do you like to wake up?

John: What's your normal time?

Sharlene: 6:00.

John: Well, that's good.

Sharlene: No, but, you know, that's not etched in stone, so --

John: Well, whatever.

Sharlene: If you donít like --

John: That's fine. Sure.

Sharlene: You have some shirts that I should hang up? I --

John: No, no, you donít have to do that. I can probably take care of these.

Sharlene: Well, I put some hangers over, and I've got some wooden ones because I know you need some for your pants.

John: Right, yeah.

Sharlene: And, you know, what do you like to eat in the morning?

John: Well --

Sharlene: If you'd want some eggs or something, you should tell me what you'd like. Then I can get it fixed and have it warm --

John: Sharlene, I think --

Sharlene: Ready for you.

John: Sharlene? Sharlene --

Sharlene: Am I talking too much?

John: Maybe we ought to think this over.

Sharlene: Why?

John: Because you -- you seem a little uncomfortable. I know I am.

Sharlene: But --

John: We have both been on our own for so long now. Maybe this just isnít what we really want.

Sharlene: But I thought that this is what you wanted.

John: Well, to tell you the truth, my brother kind of convinced me to push things.

Sharlene: Frankie told me that I should push things.

John: All I know is what we have is very special. I want it to last.

Sharlene: So do I, more than anything.

John: Well, then the hell with my brother.

Sharlene: And Frankie, too.

John: I donít want to take any chances, Sharlene. Too often, I lose things that I love.

Sharlene: You wonít lose me. You wonít lose me, ever.

John: When we do move in together, I want it to be forever.

Sharlene: That's what I want.

John: I mean, this is just sort of like playing.

Sharlene: It should be more. It's --

John: And it will be. It --

John: I'm going to pack up my things.

Sharlene: All right.

John: If I donít get out that door now, I'm just flat not going to make it.

Sharlene: Good night.

John: Good night.

[Footsteps]

Derek: I was hoping you'd come back.

Stacey: I had to find you.

Derek: That stuff I said about wanting you to go?

Stacey: Yeah?

Derek: I didnít mean it.

Stacey: You didnít?

Derek: If you want to stay, I really want you to stay.

Stacey: I do want to stay.

Rachel: Well, this is the engine room.

Gwen: It's private.

Rachel: It's pretty stuffy.

Gwen: I like it.

Rachel: There are a lot of other places we could go and talk.

Gwen: I donít want us to be interrupted.

Rachel: I'm not sure I understand.

Gwen: Who cares?

Rachel: I thought this was about clearing the air, Gwen.

Gwen: It is, Rachel. Only this time I'm going to do the talking and you're going to do the listening.

Rachel: I'm going to leave.

Gwen: Hold it! You're not going anywhere.

Rachel: What on earth has gotten into you?

Evan: What are you two doing down here?

Gwen: Get out of here!

Evan: What's --

Rachel: Gwen wants to talk. I donít think we're going to get anywhere, and I'm going to leave.

Gwen: I said you are going nowhere until we have had our little talk.

Rachel: Our little talk?

Gwen: Yes, that's what this grand party is supposed to be all about, isnít it? Some reconciliation between the Coryís and the Frames?

Evan: Come on, Gwen, this isnít the way to go about it!

Gwen: Shh! Well, wasn't that the purpose of this party?

Rachel: Yes, partially.

Gwen: Yes, except all I saw going on upstairs was you doing all the talking and everybody else having to shut up and listen to you! But of course, you're used to --

Evan: Gwen, why donít you shut up?

Rachel: Just let her finish.

Gwen: Donít patronize me! Now, you stole my husband's inheritance.

Rachel: That's ridiculous, Gwen.

Gwen: Willis didnít get one red cent because of you.

Rachel: Steve gave me that money because --

Gwen: Willis was broke. He needed that money.

Rachel: I'm sorry, I didnít know that. All he had to do was call me.

Gwen: He went bankrupt and was too proud to even tell his wife about it. Did you know that?

Rachel: No, I didnít.

Gwen: No, you didnít! Well, he went bankrupt! And my marriage fell to pieces, all because you had to have Steven Frame's money.

Rachel: I didnít want his money. He gave me the money because I'm Jamieís mother. He wasn't getting along with Willis.

Gwen: Oh, yeah, that's another thing. You managed to turn one brother against the other, too!

Rachel: No, I didnít.

Gwen: Yes, you did. You turned those two brothers against each other so that you could get all the money. All right, now you have everything, and I've lost everything!

Evan: All right, Gwen, that is enough!

Gwen: Donít take her side against me!

Evan: I'm not taking anybody's side, but you need to shut up!

Gwen: You should hate her more than I do, Evan -- after what she did to you?

Evan: Gwen, you shut up.

Rachel: What are you talking about? Why should he hate me?

Gwen: Oh, that's right.

Evan: Gwen --

Gwen: You donít know who he really is --

Evan: Shut up. Gwen --

Gwen: Do you?

Evan: Gwen!

Gwen: I'd like to introduce you, Rachel, to the son of Janice Frame!

[Knock on door]

Sharlene: Who is it?

John: Just me. Can I come in?

Sharlene: What are you doing?

John: Well -- ahem -- I was just thinking that since I'm not going to be living here I -- I could be a visitor, couldn't I?

Sharlene: Yeah, you could be a visitor.

John: Well, that's what I thought. And I thought that, well, maybe now would be a good time for a visit.

Sharlene: It is?

John: Yeah.

Sharlene: Oh, good.

John: Good.

Nicole: Oh, Cass.

Cass: Hmm?

Nicole: I donít have time for this. I've got to start packing if I'm going to be ready.

Cass: Relax. We've got all night long.

Nicole: I know, but I like to be prepared.

Cass: Prepared? You are compulsive. You know that?

Nicole: Compulsive but prepared.

Cass: Just think -- tomorrow night we'll crawl into bed husband and wife.

Nicole: Oops.

Cass: Maybe.

Nicole: Yeah. "Mrs. Winthrop." I wonder how long it'll take me to get used to that.

Cass: How many of these suitcases are you planning on taking with us?

Nicole: Oh, donít worry. I'm not going to fill them all.

Cass: Is this the wedding dress?

Nicole: Yes.

Cass: Let me see it.

Nicole: No, Cass, it's bad luck.

Cass: Well, what's the matter? You think I'm going to take one look at the dress and decide to dump the bride? Let me look.

Nicole: No, no peeking! I'm serious.

Cass: So you are nervous. Come here.

Nicole: No. I'm sorry. Sometimes I think we should have just eloped. There's still time, you know.

Cass: Hang in there, kid. Just a few more hours. You can do it.

Nicole: All right, all right. Well, I got to pack. You know, these things really start to hurt your ears after a while.

Cass: You know, we donít have to go over to Donnaís for hours. I know how we can wile away the time.

Nicole: You do, do you?

Cass: Yes, I do.

Bridget: Miss Frankie Frame is here.

Vicky: I donít want to see anybody.

Frankie: All I need is a minute.

Bridget: She said she didnít want to see you!

Vicky: Is it about Jamie? Did he come to the farm?

Frankie: No. The last time I saw him was at the yacht party.

Vicky: So what do you want?

Frankie: Uh, could we be alone for a second?

Vicky: It's ok, Bridget. I'll take care of it.

Bridget: I'm going to be right outside that door, you know.

Vicky: Ok. Did you see Jamie at the party? How did he seem to you? Did you stay late?

Frankie: I donít know. Besides, we have to talk about another party.

Vicky: What?

Frankie: Do you remember Felicia Gallant's big birthday bash?

Vicky: If that's what you're here to talk about, you can just --

Frankie: Do you recognize this?

Vicky: I've got a lot on my mind. What is this?

Frankie: It's a sketch of an earring.

Vicky: Look, I've had a really bad day, to put it mildly, so why donít you take your sketch --

Frankie: Would you just tell me if you recognize this earring?

Vicky: Yes. Why? What about it?

Frankie: I was talking to your aunt. She said that these earrings belong to you. Now, she was wearing them tonight, but she said she borrowed them from you.

Vicky: Yeah, that's right.

Frankie: So these are your earrings?

Vicky: Yes, I had them made in New York. So what?

Rachel: What are you saying?

Gwen: Tell her, Evan.

Rachel: Evan, is this true?

Gwen: Of course it's true! You donít hear him denying it, do you? Tell him how you murdered his mother in cold blood, Rachel. I'm dying to hear that.

Rachel: Evan, why have you kept quiet about this to everyone?

Gwen: Oh, God, now she's trying to make it seem like you're guilty!

Evan: Rachel, I've always wanted to ask you what happened since I came to Bay City.

Gwen: Tell him, Rachel!

Rachel: Janice was poisoning Mac, Evan.

Mac: Oh, Rachel, I've been so sick. I donít know what's happening.

Rachel: Darling, you're going to be all right.

Mac: I donít think so.

Rachel: Yes, darling, you will, I promise you. But you've got to do exactly what I tell you. We haven't much time.

Gwen: Tell him how you had the knife.

Rachel: I didnít have a knife.

Gwen: Oh, what are you trying to say, that you didnít stab her in the swimming pool?

Evan: Stop it! Just stop it! Let her talk.

Rachel: Janice was trying to kill me. She was sick, Evan. You've got to get away from her!

Janice: It's not Mac I want now. No. Donít run away. If you do, I'll kill Mac.

Rachel: She had Mac. He was terribly ill. I was trying to get to him. She came at me with a knife. We struggled and we fell into a pool.

Evan: You killed her.

Rachel: If I hadn't killed her, she would have killed me. She was poisoning Mac.

Evan: That is not true.

Rachel: Janice was twisted mentally.

Evan: No, she wasn't twisted!

Rachel: She was very filled with --

Evan: My mother was not --

Rachel: I know you donít want to hear that --

Evan: No, she wasn't, Rachel!

Rachel: I swear to you --

Evan: I donít believe you for a second!

Rachel: All right, donít believe me. Go to the press records, the court reports, the police reports --

Gwen: Yeah, the police you bought, the papers you owned. Mac used his money to cover up her crime!

Rachel: That's a lie and you know it, Gwen.

Gwen: It is not!

Evan: Shut up! You shut up!

Rachel: Evan, I'm sorry you were told all these lies, but they weren't my lies. Gwen and Willis obviously didnít want you to know that you were --

Gwen: Stop slandering my husband and my --

[Gwen screams]

Evan: Gwen, stop it! Stop it! You're going to get hurt! Now, stop it!

Gwen: Let me go!

Evan: Gwen, stop.

Gwen: Put me down, Evan! Put me down! Put me down! Ah! Let go of me!

Rachel: Gwen --

Gwen: No!

[Gwen screams]

Evan: Rachel?

Gwen: Oh, my God!

Evan: She hit her head.

Gwen: What have I done?

Evan: Well, she's whacked her head. She's unconscious. Wait, she needs an ambulance!

Gwen: Come on!

Evan: Get help! Get a doctor!

Gwen: We've got to get out of here! Evan!

Evan: Gwen! Gwen!

Evan: Gwen! Gwen! Gwen! Rachel? Rachel?

[Evan coughs]

Evan: Got to get us out of here. Gwen! Gwen! Gwen!

[Woman laughs]

Woman: Rachel?

Rachel: Janice? Janice Frame.

Janice: I've been waiting for this moment a long time.

Vicky: Why are you staring at me like that?

Frankie: You're positive these are your earrings?

Vicky: I just said they were.

Frankie: Is it possible that they were stolen or lost, maybe, before the party?

Vicky: What party?

Frankie: Feliciaís!

Vicky: No, they weren't stolen.

Frankie: So you were wearing them that night?

Vicky: No.

Frankie: What?

Vicky: No. My aunt borrowed them.

Frankie: Your aunt?

Vicky: Nicole.

Frankie: Nicole? She borrowed them that long ago?

Vicky: Yeah. I mean, they went well with a dress she was wearing, so she borrowed them.

Frankie: So she was wearing them that night?

Vicky: Yes.

Nicole: Cass?

Cass: What?

Nicole: If I donít get started packing, I'm not going to be ready when Donna gets here.

Cass: Let her wait.

Nicole: You're great for my ego, but I've really got to pack.

Cass: Oh, yeah, your mouth says, "no, no, no," but your eyes say, yes, yes, yes." I'll help you.

Nicole: Ok, all my stuff is up there. Now, go on!

Cass: Oh, yeah, your stuff. Ok, all right. Oh, my favorite! Promise me you'll wear this to dinner on our honeymoon night, ok?

Nicole: No.

Cass: What's the matter?

Nicole: Nothing. You know, I just really hate this dress, that's all.

Cass: Well, what do I know?

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