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Another World Transcript Wednesday 5/18/05
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Proofread by Daniel
Felicia: Oh, mocha java.
Mitch: Freshly ground, freshly brewed mocha java.
Felicia: Pure heaven.
Mitch: Welcome home.
Felicia: You know, I'm not sure what I missed most, but your coffee is definitely on the short list. What?
Mitch: How's that?
Felicia: Oh. Eggs Benedict. Oh. You know, just when I thought hollandaise sauce was out of my life forever.
Mitch: You know what I missed?
Mitch: I missed hearing you talk back to the newspaper.
Felicia: I donít do that.
Mitch: Yes, you do. You yell at the editorials.
Felicia: Well, that's only because they're so stupid most of the time.
Mitch: Not to mention seeing your smile in the morning.
Felicia: You know, when I opened my eyes this morning, I wasn't really sure where I was. And then I remembered I was in my own bed, I was next to you.
Mitch: I know the feeling.
Felicia: I know you do. That's one of the reasons that I got through all of this, is because of you.
Mitch: Come on. It's getting cold.
Mitch: Anyway, you're in the clear and it's over.
Felicia: It's not over, not for Cass.
Felicia: Look at this. Nicole has an arraignment for manslaughter. There's going to be a new trial.
Mitch: You're not feeling sorry for Nicole, are you?
Felicia: It's just that nobody should go through what I went through.
Mitch: What you went through you went through because of what she did.
Felicia: I know. That doesn't mean it wasn't awful. And it's going to be worse this time.
Felicia: For Cass.
Cass: Good morning.
Stacey: Well, good morning. You're up early.
Cass: Yeah. I decided to turn over a new leaf. There's Danish in the bag.
Stacey: Mmm, thanks. You seem very cheerful. Are you ok?
Cass: Yeah, sure.
Stacey: Hmm. It's all prune?
Cass: I like prune.
Cass: I heard you come in last night -- late. That's a good sign.
Stacey: Oh, you think so?
Cass: It means you had a good time, I hope.
Stacey: Well, I did have a good time. So what were you doing awake, still?
Cass: Oh, I was reading. What was he like?
Cass: "Who?" Eric Janssen, the doctor.
Stacey: Oh, he's very nice, but --
Cass: Nice but what? Come on.
Stacey: Busy. He's very busy. As soon as he came over, he had to go back to the hospital and deliver a baby.
Cass: And you went with him. What a great first date, Stace.
Stacey: I didnít go with him. I went for a walk.
Stacey: No. With Derek.
Cass: Instead of going out with a doctor, you went out with a misfit that no --
Stacey: Yes, I did, and I had a fun time. Is there anything wrong with that?
Rachel: Oh, it's 8:00.
Ada: You slept on the couch?
Rachel: Hi. I didnít plan to.
Ada: It's the worst thing in the world you could do to your back.
Ada: Sleeping on the couch. It's very bad for your back.
Rachel: Well, I was reading these reports and I fell asleep.
Ada: Couldn't you sleep in your own bed?
Rachel: I haven't been sleeping very well since Mac left. I'm going to go shower.
Rachel: Oh, what?
Ada: You called out Macís name just now. Were you having a bad dream?
Rachel: No. I just thought I heard him call me. Just a feeling.
Ada: What kind of feeling?
Rachel: That he needs me.
Ada: Your hands are cold. It was only a dream.
Rachel: I just feel Mac needs me.
Ada: He has a telephone, right?
Rachel: Oh, I canít call him.
Ada: Why not?
Rachel: Because he'll just tell me everything is fine.
Ada: Would that be so bad?
Rachel: Well, yeah, if it's not true.
Ada: Why wouldnít it be true?
Rachel: Mom, do me a favor.
Ada: Sure, anything.
Rachel: Call Wendy at the office and ask her to book me the next flight to Portland, Maine, ok? I got to get dressed.
Rachel: Because, Mom, I just want to see him.
Ada: Honey, you always miss Mac a lot when he goes away. Now, donít you think that that's what this is?
Ada: He went to Maine to be alone.
Rachel: I know that.
Ada: He doesn't want you to fuss over him.
Rachel: Ok, so we'll argue, but then I'll be there and I'll see him.
Ada: Ok, so, go.
Ada: He'll be very happy to know you love him that much.
Rachel: Well, I do.
Ada: I know you do. And when you find him, I'll bet he'll be surfcasting.
Rachel: You're probably right.
Sharlene: Good morning.
Frankie: Good -- I canít believe it.
Frankie: Look at you. The return of granny Clampett.
Sharlene: Oh, you mean because of last night.
Frankie: Yeah. I thought that we discovered a new you, a knockout. You looked wonderful last night.
Sharlene: Frankie, you did a terrific job last night.
Frankie: It was all you.
Sharlene: No, it was your clothes and your makeup.
Frankie: You were the one that supplied the raw material. You were the one that looked fantastic.
Sharlene: And it took two hours.
Frankie: Oh, that's only because it was the first time. It gets easier. It's like riding a bicycle or making love.
Sharlene: Frankie. Besides, I canít go through that beauty business every day.
Sharlene: Whoa! What?
Frankie: Not until I add the sour cream. Now, do you think that I was born knowing how to do manicure and French braids?
Sharlene: My chickens donít notice my hair or how long my skirts are.
Frankie: Sharlene, there is somebody here besides chickens.
Sharlene: Oh, you mean John.
Frankie: And he notices. Yes, I mean --
Frankie: No, I mean your horse. What's the matter with you? John loved the way you looked last night.
Sharlene: This is who I am, Frankie.
Frankie: Hmm. I just donít know why you canít be thankful that you're beautiful and share it with the rest of the world.
Frankie: You heard me.
Frankie: Come here.
Frankie: Take, for example, your hair.
Sharlene: Oh, Frankie.
Frankie: Now, most women in the world would kill to have hair --
Frankie: Anywhere near this color, and what do you do? You scrunch it up into a little knot.
Sharlene: I canít work with my hair in my face.
Frankie: Yeah, right.
Sharlene: Oh, for heaven -- oh.
Frankie: Ugh. No, this has got to go. Early sackcloth.
Sharlene: Frankie --
Frankie: I am going to burn this.
Sharlene: I like that -- Frankie, I like that sweater! Give it here, Frankie!
Frankie: This sweater does not like you! I'm not -- Sharlene.
Sharlene: You are not revamping me again, uh-uh.
Frankie: You can thank me later. Come and see this.
Sharlene: Frankie, for heaven's sake! Oh.
Frankie: Now, let me see. Yes. This is --
Sharlene: Oh! Yeah!
Sharlene: Better? Are you finished?
Frankie: Much better.
Sharlene: Now are you finished?
Sharlene: Oh, Frankie.
Frankie: Let me see this.
Sharlene: Let's see this.
Frankie: Aha. Ooh, funky, but I like it. Now, here you go. Take this.
Sharlene: I donít want -- no, keep your belt. I donít --
Frankie: No, you take my belt.
Sharlene: All right.
Frankie: Now -- ooh. You need some color. I have this great new lipstick upstairs.
Sharlene: No, no. I give up. I give up. You win.
Frankie: I'm not giving up.
Sharlene: No, I know that. That's why I'm surrendering, under one condition.
Frankie: No gold lame? Donít worry, I hate the stuff.
Sharlene: That you stick around.
Frankie: Yeah? I'd have thought that you couldn't wait to see me go.
Sharlene: Are you kidding? If you hadn't blown in here, I'd be rattling around this big old house all by myself.
Frankie: Aw, honey.
Sharlene: Oh, stop.
Frankie: Josieís coming back. And I'm not leaving.
Sharlene: You're not?
Frankie: No. You'd turn back into Ma Joad in one day. Let's get cooking here. If I'm going to get a job, I got to split.
Sharlene: What, you have something in mind?
Frankie: Mm-hmm, the perfect job. The only problem is I haven't got a bat's chance in hell of getting it.
Cass: He took you on a tour of the el?
Stacey: No! We went for a walk and I had some pizza!
Cass: Oh, well, I misjudged the guy. He obviously pulled out all the stops.
Stacey: Oh, quit being such a snob.
Cass: Stacey, we're not talking David Niven here. The man has a violent temper and a record. Nobody knows anything about him.
Stacey: I know and you know that he was willing to sacrifice himself going to prison to save Felicia.
Cass: Ok, he cares about Felicia, but that still doesn't make him bachelor number one.
Stacey: You're blowing the whole thing out of proportion.
Cass: No, I'm not. You've been obsessed with this guy since he first surfaced.
Stacey: I have not!
Cass: Look, you have to admit that Derek does what he wants to do. He's got his own agenda.
Stacey: So what?
Cass: So I'm not thrilled to see my sister on it, that's what.
Stacey: I'm not on his agenda, or anything else, for that matter. We're friends. Do you understand?
Cass: Oh, yeah, right. You two kids have so much in common. You think you're going to change him, donít you?
Stacey: I donít think anything, Cass.
Cass: Well, start. You canít bring him home like one of your stray puppies, Stace.
Stacey: I wasn't going to.
Cass: Well, good, because --
Stacey: Because what?
Cass: Because he's an old dog and you're not going to change -- he's not going to change for you or for anybody else.
Cass: These are for you.
Stacey: Who are they from?
Stacey: Eric Janssen.
Cass: No kidding?
Stacey: That was really nice.
Cass: They're beautiful. Classy gesture from a classy guy, huh?
Stacey: Mmm. "Stacey, I'm sorry about last night. I hope you'll give me a chance to make it up to you. Fondly, "Eric."
Cass: Well, that's more like it. I like the "fondly" part. That's --
Stacey: Oh, you approve.
Cass: Stacey, I just want what's best for you.
Stacey: Can you let me decide that?
Cass: Yeah, I think we're going to have to fight about it a little more. But later. Now I got to run.
Stacey: I got to go, too.
Cass: Yeah, we both got to go.
Cass: I'm just leaving.
Nicole: No, donít go.
Cass: I have to.
Nicole: Oh -- please.
Felicia: I just donít think that I can celebrate, not yet.
Mitch: Are you thinking about your daughter?
Felicia: My daughter. My God. Those words sound so funny coming out of my mouth, donít they?
Mitch: One step at a time.
Felicia: I know. But, you know, somewhere in the world I have a daughter. I donít know who she is or where she is.
Mitch: What do you want to do?
Felicia: Find her. I have to.
Mitch: It's been 20 years.
Felicia: 23 years.
Mitch: And a lot of things can happen. A lot of things can change. I donít want to see you hurt again.
Felicia: Lucas will never give up, even if I do.
Mitch: And you trust him?
Felicia: I know it's going to be almost impossible to locate her. But I have to try. What? What are you thinking?
Mitch: About Matthew, the day that I learned that he was my son, the day that I learned I had a son.
Felicia: How did you feel?
Mitch: I felt that I would do anything for him, fight any fight. And I'll do the same to help you find your daughter.
Felicia: You will?
Mitch: Count on it. Whatever it takes.
Felicia: Oh, honey.
Frankie: I would like to continue with my P.I. work, you know? But I've got to get a better grade of clients. No more sleazy divorce cases out of a walk-in storefront in a mall.
Sharlene: So you're going to upgrade?
Sharlene: Hmm. Well, how do you plan to do it?
Frankie: Hmm. Hook up with a law firm, an up-and-coming one like Winthrop & Edwards. I have an in there.
Sharlene: You do?
Frankie: Yeah. The only problem is the in hates my guts.
Sharlene: Cass Winthrop?
Sharlene: I thought the feeling was mutual.
Frankie: Well, I have to admit I'm not terribly fond of the guy. I mean, I hate what he did to you and John.
Sharlene: He was trying to defend a friend.
Frankie: Mm-hmm. And it turned out she was innocent. Guy has good instincts.
Sharlene: I guess. But I --
Frankie: But he's an arrogant, opinionated snob who thinks that I'm a bargain-basement Nancy Drew. But I canít let that get in my way. I've got to be practical. It canít stand in the way of my career.
Sharlene: Well, maybe you're right.
Frankie: Hmm, work is work.
Sharlene: You give it a shot. I swear, you could sell a comb to a bald man.
Frankie: You think I have a chance, huh?
Sharlene: I think you might just be what Cass Winthrop needs, whether he knows it or not.
Nicole: Hello, Stacey.
Stacey: Nicole. Cass, do you want me to stay?
Cass: No, it's ok. Go ahead.
Stacey: Ok. I'll be right upstairs.
Nicole: Cass --
Cass: Can we make this quick, because I have a lot to do today and I'm already late for an appointment.
Nicole: This wonít take long, I promise. Can we sit?
Cass: I guess.
Nicole: Prune Danish, right? I've been returning wedding presents.
Nicole: Do you want me to take care of the ones that your family sent? I can do that for you if you'd like me to.
Cass: No, I'll handle them. You just drop them by here. Anything else?
Nicole: Yes. I have to make a decision about production for my fall line. Productions indicate that I should increase the distribution by about 20%, so --
Cass: It's your company.
Nicole: Yes, but you're an investor. Donít you want to look at the figures?
Cass: No, I donít. Is that it?
Nicole: I guess so.
Cass: I have to go.
Nicole: Cass, we lived together, we loved each other. You're treating me like I was a stranger.
Cass: You are a stranger.
Nicole: Cass, please --
Cass: I have to leave.
Nicole: Canít you wait?
Cass: No, I canít wait. I'm going to welcome Felicia home from prison.
Zack: Hold on just a second. Wait a minute. Yeah? Oh, yeah, right, you wanted your appointment. Wait a minute, hold on.
Zack: Ok. Uh -- how's Tuesday at 4:00?
Zack: Ok, I'm looking forward to it.
Zack: Great. Yeah, uh -- bye -- right, bye. Um --
Zack: Yeah? Yeah, look, I'm sorry I kept you -- hello?
[Knock on door]
Zack: Yeah, come in. Hello? Hello -- damn it. Hello. Hello.
Frankie: Hi. Can I talk to you?
Zack: Yeah, Zack Edwards. Yeah, uh-huh.
Frankie: Bad time, huh?
Zack: Yeah -- look, I'm very busy right now.
Frankie: I'll wait.
Zack: Oh, no, I wasn't talking to you, Mrs. Richardson. No, go right ahead, yeah. Go ahead. Uh-huh. Yeah -- well -- yeah, no -- no, the deposition will be right there. Uh-huh, yeah, I'll see you. Uh-huh. Bye. What are you doing?
Zack: Look, I told you you got to make an appointment, ok? My temp called in sick.
Frankie: Well, that's why I'm here.
Zack: Frankie, I donít have any time. I'm swamped.
Frankie: Ok, I'll just cut right to the chase, then.
Frankie: I'm here to apply for a job.
Cass: Welcome home.
Felicia: I wondered when you'd show up.
Cass: Oh, the crack of noon, as usual. Hey, Mitch.
Mitch: Come on in.
Cass: Hey, I thought I'd let you guys have some time alone, but now it's time for me to join the party.
Mitch: Just in time.
Cass: You happy?
Felicia: Oh. Delirious.
Felicia: You know what they say -- there's no place like home.
Cass: Speaking of which, this place looks absolutely terrific.
Felicia: Isnít it wonderful?
Felicia: Mitch did this. He fixed the whole place up.
Cass: Mitchell, you little devil.
Mitch: For the lady of the world.
Cass: Yeah, yeah. You guys do look very happy.
Felicia: We are, aren't we? We're rediscovering the simple pleasures of life.
Cass: Oh, the s-- ah.
Cass: You mean like imported champagne.
Felicia: Oh. Look.
Mitch: Maybe this calls for some glasses.
Felicia: Oh, good idea. Well --
Felicia: Do you know how grateful I am to you for defending me and --
Felicia: And for believing in me and -- and mostly for never giving up on me?
Cass: You should never have even gone to prison.
Felicia: Honey, I am the one that wouldnít identify Derek, remember?
Cass: I wonít argue with you about that --
Cass: Not today anyway.
Felicia: Not any day.
Cass: Maybe tomorrow.
Felicia: No. Ah, good.
Cass: What you got there?
Mitch: Are you prepared to do the honors?
Cass: Oh, it would be my pleasure.
Felicia: Here, let me take these.
Cass: Let's see, it's been a while. Let's see if I remember. Here we go. So who's going to make the first toast?
Felicia: Oh, I think I should, donít you?
Cass: Yeah, I think so, too -- the liberated woman, literally.
Felicia: Yeah. Let's see, now, what should I toast to? Let me just think.
Cass: Let me see your glass.
Felicia: Oh, beautifully done. You have not lost your touch.
Cass: It's like riding a bicycle.
Felicia: It is, isnít it?
Cass: Whoops. That might drip over on your new carpet. We'll christen your carpet.
Mitch: Thank you.
Felicia: Thank you, darling.
Cass: There you go.
Felicia: Ok -- whoops, there we go. All right. My toast will be --
Mitch: To your friend.
Felicia: To my best friend.
Mitch: To Cass.
Cass: Well, thank you. But in all fairness, I think that we should raise our glasses to the people who broke this case. To Derek --
Felicia: To Derek, yes.
Cass: And to the ever-obnoxious Ms. Frame. It was their persistence that really finally paid off.
Mitch: To persistence.
Felicia: To persistence.
Cass: I mean, without them, honey, you'd still be in prison.
Felicia: Oh, I'm -- I donít know that I believe that.
Cass: Why not?
Felicia: I think Nicole would come forward, eventually.
Cass: I donít know that, and neither do you.
Stacey: Oh. Donít let me disturb you.
Nicole: You're all avoiding me.
Stacey: There isnít much to say, Nicole.
Nicole: Well, tell me how Cass is. He really looks tired.
Stacey: Cass has been tired for months.
Nicole: How is he feeling? Has he said anything to you --
Stacey: About you? No.
Nicole: I was just hoping that maybe you two had --
Stacey: No, he avoids the subject.
Nicole: Oh. I was just hoping, you know, you might have talked to him and maybe you'd know if I had a chance, if -- if he could forgive me.
Stacey: That's between you and Cass.
Nicole: Do you think he could?
Stacey: I really have no idea, Nicole.
Nicole: Oh, Stacey, are you so angry you wonít even talk to me?
Stacey: I am talking to you, Nicole. You just donít like what I have to say. Yes, I'm angry. I'm furious.
Nicole: Yeah, well, of course you are.
Stacey: Not just at what you did to Felicia. God knows that was enough in itself.
Nicole: I know.
Stacey: But what you did to Cass. You hurt him so badly, I donít even have the words for it.
Nicole: I know how much you love your brother. I was just hoping that maybe you --
Stacey: Donít you understand? It's not going to blow over. You donít get it, do you?
Nicole: I love him.
Stacey: He thought his life was over when he lost Kathleen.
Nicole: I know.
Stacey: And then he found you, and I thought, terrific, he's got a chance at love again.
Nicole: With me?
Stacey: He deserved better, Nicole, a lot better.
Clerk: Yes. May I help you?
Rachel: Yes. I'm Mrs. Cory.
Clerk: Mrs. Cory.
Rachel: My husband is staying here -- Mackenzie Cory?
Clerk: I've been trying to reach you.
Rachel: I've been on a plane. I'm sorry.
Clerk: Yes, excuse me. Doctor? Come on. Doctor, this is Mrs. Cory.
Doctor: Mrs. Cory, I'm Dr. Stevens.
Rachel: What's going on?
Dr. Stevens: I'm --
Rachel: What's happened?
Dr. Stevens: Mr. Coryís dead.
Zack: Whew. Ok, where were we?
Frankie: You were telling me why Cass wonít hire me.
Zack: Well, let's just say that he'd be more comfortable with someone else.
Frankie: Like who?
Zack: Anyone. He doesn't like employees who gloat, ok?
Frankie: I have never done that. I just --
Frankie: Smile a lot.
Zack: Excuse me.
Zack: Yeah, Zack Edwards. Oh, yes, Mrs. Richardson. What happened? Yeah -- take a deep breath and tell exactly --
Zack: Uh -- yeah, go ahead. Yeah.
Frankie: Winthrop & Edwards. May I help you? Uh-huh. Hold on. Yes. Ok.
Stacey: What's going on?
Frankie: Oh, hold on one moment. Do you want to take this call? It's a young gentleman who needs representation. The charge is reckless homicide.
Stacey: Yeah, I'll take it.
Frankie: Ms. Winthrop will be right with you. Ok.
Stacey: Hello. Stacey Winthrop. How may I help you?
Zack: You'll get the divorce?
[Knock on door]
Frankie: Hello. May I help you?
Eric: I'm here to see Stacey Winthrop.
Frankie: And who may I say is calling?
Eric: Eric Janssen.
Frankie: I'll see if she's in.
Eric: She's in. I can see her.
Frankie: Aha, but does she say so? Do you have an appointment?
Eric: No, I mean, she's right there. I can -- I can look at her.
Frankie: One moment, please. Have a seat right here.
Stacey: On the property? 8:00. Is that too early? Terrific. I'll see you at 8:00. Thank you.
Frankie: There's a client here to see you.
Stacey: Oh, hi. He's not a client. What are you doing?
Frankie: Winthrop & Edwards. May I help you?
Eric: Should I have called first?
Stacey: No. The office is always like this. Hey, thanks for those roses. They were beautiful. A boy or a girl?
Eric: A girl, and the parents are just delighted. They've been trying for eight years.
Frankie: She's in a conference right now. May I have her call you back?
Eric: Look, could I take you to lunch?
Stacey: Oh, you know, I just got here.
Frankie: Oh, I'll handle your calls for you.
Stacey: You will?
Frankie: Well, sure. Isnít it a rule that you never turn down a meal with a handsome man?
Eric: Good policy.
Stacey: I donít know.
Frankie: Oh, go on. Zack and I have everything under control. Donít we, Zacky?
Mitch: It wonít be long.
Felicia: You know, I'm a free woman now. I mean, you can see me for longer than just a day pass.
Mitch: Well, I just donít like not seeing you for a day.
Felicia: I love you. God.
Felicia: Who would have ever thought he could be this romantic?
Cass: It's good to see him happy again. He was a candidate for Mount Rushmore there.
Cass: But then again, Mitch is always a candidate for Mount Rushmore.
Felicia: Yeah, you should have seen his face when I walked in here.
Cass: Mount Rushmore?
Felicia: No, that's right.
Cass: So where were you all day yesterday? I kept trying to phone you.
Felicia: Oh, it's a long story. Everything worked out. It's all right. You know, I'm thinking that he's just not going to let me out of his sight for more than two seconds at a time.
Cass: It's been hard on him, being separated from the woman he loves. I know how he felt.
Felicia: I know you do. Ok.
Felicia: How are you?
Cass: It only hurts when I'm conscious.
Felicia: I mean really.
Cass: The truth?
Felicia: The truth.
Cass: I haven't a clue.
Felicia: Honey, you just need some more time.
Cass: Time doesn't seem like a very good prospect at the moment.
Felicia: You know what? You're trying to make sense of all of this. Donít. You love Nicole, and you thought you knew her.
Cass: It isnít just Nicole that I donít understand. It's myself. It's me.
Felicia: Donít worry about that. I understand you.
Cass: Oh, you do, do you?
Felicia: Yes, I do. You trusted someone, and they lied to you. It's that simple.
Cass: I missed the obvious. I didnít want to see it.
Felicia: Honey, anyone would have.
Cass: I never even interviewed her! I never took her statement!
Felicia: Cass, stop this.
Cass: I put people up on the witness stand and I went after them, and I kept after them until I had them in tears!
Felicia: You were doing your job.
Cass: My job was to find out the truth! And all that time it was right there next to me!
Felicia: For God's sakes, Cass, you loved Nicole.
Cass: You know what really scares me? I saw her this morning, and I didnít feel anything.
Felicia: I'm telling you, you need to give it some time. You're not a cold person. I know that.
Cass: Then why canít I feel anything? No pity for her. Even the anger is going away.
Felicia: She broke your heart. Your defenses are up, that's all.
Cass: Yeah, well, it's a little late for that now, isnít it?
Felicia: Now, you listen to me. You're in a lot of pain. I understand that. Would you trust me? You're going to be fine.
Cass: I'll get that.
Felicia: No, you're not getting that. You just stay right where you are. Sharlene.
Sharlene: Felicia. I -- I hope I didnít come at a bad time.
Felicia: No, no, not at all. You come on in.
Sharlene: Oh, thank you. Maybe I should come back, Felicia.
Felicia: No, I'm -- I'm glad you came.
Cass: Hello, Sharlene.
Cass: I was just leaving.
Felicia: No. No, you're not going anywhere, either. All right. We all have a lot of forgiving to do, and we're going to start right now.
Dr. Stevens: Can I get you anything?
Rachel: No, thank you. What happened?
Dr. Stevens: Your husband never woke up. I'm very sorry, Mrs. Cory. He did die peacefully. It's important for you to know that.
Rachel: I -- I would like to see him.
Dr. Stevens: You take your time. I'll make whatever arrangements are necessary. Would you like me to come with you?
Sharlene: So when I heard that you'd been released, I wanted to tell you myself how -- how terribly sorry I am for what you went through.
Felicia: Thank you. I know how hard it was for you, for all of us.
Sharlene: Felicia, I misjudged you.
Felicia: It's ok.
Sharlene: No, it's not ok. I remember the day when you came out to the farm to tell me how badly you felt about Jason. And I just stared at you.
Felicia: I understand that.
Sharlene: I'm ashamed. I couldn't forgive you, and you hadn't done anything.
Felicia: Sharlene, you thought I killed your brother. Everybody did -- except Cass.
Sharlene: Yeah. That's right.
Felicia: I just hope that you can forgive us now. I know how much you suffered, you and John, at that trial, and Josie.
Sharlene: It was my choice to testify. I take responsibility for that.
Cass: Sharlene, believe me, I had no idea what your testimony would do to you or to your daughter.
Sharlene: If you had known, would it have made a difference?
Cass: I donít know.
Sharlene: At least you're honest.
Cass: All I could think about was saving Felicia. I'm sorry for what I did to you and John. I mean that.
Sharlene: I believe you. I know that you didnít set out to hurt us.
Cass: Thank you. Maybe we can become friends again someday soon.
Sharlene: Oh, boy, let's try, huh?
Cass: Ok. Well, I better get over to the office.
Cass: Oh, soon, it'll be like old times. You'll be trying to figure out a way to get rid of me.
Felicia: That'll never happen.
Cass: I'll see you later.
Sharlene: Bye. Well -- I should be going, too.
Felicia: No. No, come on. Let's -- let's talk for a little bit. Come on -- sit down, yeah. Come on. I want to know how you've been.
Felicia: I understand that you and John are running Frame construction now?
Sharlene: Yeah, yeah. So far, so good.
Felicia: Good. And Josie?
Sharlene: Oh, Josie -- well, maybe you heard she moved out?
Felicia: I did. I know Matthewís very worried about her.
Sharlene: Well, Felicia, she was in the courtroom when I testified.
Felicia: I know. I am so sorry.
Sharlene: Oh, it's not your fault. I should have told her about myself a long time ago.
Felicia: You know, she's going to come around.
Sharlene: Oh, that's what John keeps telling me.
Felicia: He's right. Listen to him. She's a sensitive kid. She's smart. She'll realize how lucky she is.
Felicia: Lucky -- to have a mother who was always there, who loved her from the moment she was born.
Sharlene: I hope you're right. Sometimes, I --
Sharlene: Sometimes, children aren't the most forgiving creatures.
Liz: Hard at work?
Nicole: Well, I'm trying.
Liz: Good. It's best to be busy.
Nicole: Well, I have to. I'm supposed to send some designs to Paris this week. I wonder if Christian will still want them.
Liz: Of course he will. Here, let me take a look at that sketch. It's different.
Nicole: It's terrible, Liz. I hate it.
Liz: I wasn't criticizing.
Nicole: Oh, why should you be any different?
Liz: Oh, no, Nicole, dear, I love your work. You know that.
Nicole: You donít have to be nice, Liz.
Liz: I am not that nice!
Nicole: Yes, you are. You invested your money and kept the salon from going under. Now I might go to prison.
Liz: Oh, Nicole, dear, believe me, things are going to be better.
Nicole: Where? In prison?
Liz: It's not going to come to that.
Nicole: Well, it could.
Liz: No, you are going to plead self-defense. Try to think positively.
Nicole: How? Liz, my life is falling apart. I canít work, my family pities me, my friends all loathe me, and I've lost Cass for good.
Liz: Oh, come on. I hate to see you like this.
Nicole: I just wish I could salvage something, you know?
Liz: If only I had realized how serious the situation was. Things could have worked so differently.
Liz: You remember the night Jason threatened you right in this office? If I had only realized he was out of control, if I had only gone to the police that night --
Nicole: If, if, if! Oh, Liz, do you know how many times I've thought that? What if I had just admitted it? God, I've spent so many hours torturing myself with that. I donít want you to do that, too. It doesn't change anything.
Liz: No, I suppose not. You canít give up, even if you've made a mistake.
Nicole: A big one.
Liz: You still have to go on.
Nicole: I know. I donít have a choice. And that's why I'm starting over. It's my only chance.
Liz: What are you talking about?
Nicole: I've made a decision, Liz. Even if I donít go to prison, I'm selling my business. I'm leaving Bay City.
Stacey: I want her out of here by the time Cass shows up and I get back. You got that, Zacky?
Zack: Look, I'm swamped, Stacey.
Stacey: Come on, I mean it. Oh.
Frankie: Hey, it's no problem. I'll just take off.
Zack: Well, you know she's right. I mean, it would never work.
Frankie: Yeah. It's too bad. The way you guys run this place, you could use someone with my talents.
Zack: Which are?
Frankie: Ah, well, let's see. How shall I put this? Stalling clients, spinning tall tales, laying on the charm.
Zack: Well, you got a point.
Frankie: Mm-hmm. I have also done collection work. And how shall I say this? I am very efficient at putting off losers and creditors.
Zack: Well, you were a big help this morning.
Frankie: I saved your -- neck.
Zack: Yeah, excuse me.
Zack: Yeah, Zack Edwards. Yeah, this is the D.A.ís office. This is important, ok?
Frankie: Mm-hmm. I'll stick around until Winthrop gets here. He's obviously the one who decides my fate.
Zack: Yeah, thanks. Yeah, go ahead. Yeah, well, my client's interested in making a deal.
Zack: What are your terms?
Frankie: Winthrop & Edwards. May I help you? Frankie Frame. I'm their new secretary. How can I help you?
Cass: What the hell do you think you're doing?
Dr. Stevens: Is there anyone I can call for you?
Rachel: No, thank you.
Dr. Stevens: Oh, Mrs. Cory, I meant to give you this when you arrived. I found this letter on the nightstand.
Rachel: "My darling Rachel, it's night. I'm on the beach looking out over the Atlantic into an ocean of stars. I feel you with me sure as if you were standing beside me. Tonight, the stars are doing what you do best -- they're opening up my heart, filling me with hope. The mist from the waves is blowing over me, and I feel showered with blessings. I know I've had the very best of what life has to offer -- work that satisfies me, friends I can count on, and you. I think of you and the love we've created and shared all these years. I think about our children, how they've grown up strong, handsome, and loyal, full of love. What of immortality, huh? Everything I care about will live on in them. I am at peace with myself and the world. Nothing like a starry night to put things in perspective. And that's what I needed. But I'm ready to come home now. I'm myself again, ready to start a new chapter in our lives. Been so many, haven't there? You always made me feel that I was your knight in shining armor, when everyone knows that it's you who saved me in every way. I'm looking forward to the future, Rachel, because you are my future. You gave me a wonderful family."
Rachel: "Most of all, you've given me yourself -- your love, your strength, your beauty, the look you get in your eyes when you get angry. I welcome it all, Rachel. But you already know that, because you and I finish each other's thoughts. Have you noticed? Even when we're separated by time and space, we've become one person."
Rachel: "No matter where I go, no matter what happens, I carry your heart in mine. It gives my life meaning. And afterwards, while looking up into the sky, I know that if heaven has a face, it's yours. All my love. Mac." "All my love, Mac."
Rachel: "All my love, Mac."
Mac: I give you life.
Rachel: "All my love."
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