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Another World Transcript Thursday 5/19/05

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Frankie: Yes, this is Winthrop and Edwards.

Cass: What the hell is she still doing here?

Zack: Hey, the phones were ringing off the hook.

Cass: So what? I told you that when I came back, I wanted her out of here.

Zack: Is that what you said?

Cass: We canít have her tying up the lines like this.

Zack: Hey, but she's --

Cass: I'm expecting a very important phone call from Judd Lismore.

Frankie: Shh!

Cass: Donít shush me. And do you realize how difficult it is to get a hold of Judd Lismore?

Zack: Cass, she's only trying to --

Cass: Would you tell whoever that is that you have to go now, please? Hey, please, the feet?

Frankie: Would you just wait one second?

Cass: Would you get off -- right now. Thank you. Now, what were you trying to say?

Zack: That Frankie was only trying to help.

Frankie: And I was trying to say that that's Judd Lismore on the line. You just hung up on him.

Sharlene: She was so kind, so concerned about you and me.

John: Feliciaís always been that kind of a woman.

Sharlene: You know she blames herself for what came out at the trial?

John: No. Nobody is to blame.

Sharlene: Oh, I told her that.

John: I think someday, Josie will realize that, too.

Sharlene: I donít know, John.

John: Once she's been alone for a while, she'll understand what you went through.

Sharlene: Will she?

John: It wouldnít surprise me a bit if she came home.

Ada: Bup, bup, bup, bup. Your brother-in-law, the painter, is in hog heaven. He's working on three canvases at once.

Matt: He is really good, isnít he?

Ada: Well, Rachel says he's got a lot of talent, and she donít hardly say that about nobody.

Matt: Wouldnít that be great if he became a famous artist?

Ada: Wouldnít it? What about you and me on the old gallery circuit? And what do you think of Andy Warhol, Mr. Cory?

Matt: Oh, fabulous, fabulous, darling.

Ada: Oh, fabulous, fabulous.

Matt: Fabulous, darling. I wonder why Mom hasn't called yet.

Ada: Oh, donít hold your breath. She and Mac right at this moment are lolling on the rocky shores of Maine, lunching on lobster.

Matt: Ah, yes, of course.

Ada: And watching the waves crashing --

Matt: Crashing!

Ada: On the beach. Hi, honey.

Matt: Mom.

Ada: What are you -- Rachel?

Rachel: It's Mac.

 [Radio plays]

John: What smells so good?

Sharlene: Mulligan stew. I hope you like it.

John: What donít I like?

Sharlene: You are pretty hard to please, you know that? This is good for even picky eaters like Josie. You know, when she was a little girl, I couldn't get her to eat anything. I'd serve her this twice a week just to put some meat on her.

John: Come here a sec.

Sharlene: What?

John: Look at that.

Sharlene: Oh, no. Donít tell me that's your work schedule.

John: Pretty horrifying, huh? I'm not giving up Frame construction, either.

Sharlene: You donít trust me to handle it, huh?

John: No, it's not that. I donít want to give up that time with you.

Sharlene: You're going to be pretty busy. I hope you can squeeze in a few minutes of sleep every now and then.

John: Oh, no, no time for that.

Sharlene: Hmm. So, you're starting as a --

John: An orderly.

Sharlene: An orderly. I thought that you had --

John: I know. I thought I was going to get into the internship program right away, but --

Sharlene: You're not?

John: Nope.

Sharlene: It's going to be pretty hard on you, isnít it?

John: I can handle it.

Sharlene: Well, I know that.

[Knock on door]

Sharlene: Hi, Ed.

Ed: Hi, Sharlene. Is Mr. Hudson in?

John: Hey, Ed.

Sharlene: Well, yeah.

Ed: Sorry to bother you, Mr. Hudson, but we've got some trouble at the site.

Sharlene: What's the trouble?

Ed: It's the overtime, sir. The men feel it's not being handed out fairly.

John: That's crazy.

Ed: Well, all I know is they're not coming in to work tomorrow unless they get some kind of promise from you.

Sharlene: I will get them back to work. Let's go.

Ed: I think Mr. Hudson --

Sharlene: Ed, let's go.

John: You heard the lady.

John: Are you sure?

Sharlene: Am I sure? I'm sure.

John: God, I love that woman.

Evan: Your father is a very special man, Amanda.

Amanda: He likes you, too. He's never going to accept that resignation that you gave him.

Evan: Well, I wouldnít blame him if he did. I mean, after all I planned to do to his family?

Amanda: That's all over. I'm sure my mother's explained everything to him already.

Evan: Yeah, but I'm a Frame, see, and I figured that once he found out, I'd be finished here.

Amanda: What? You kidding? Bouncing our best facts-and-figures man? Daddy would never let that happen. And neither would I.

Evan: Well, I have grown very attached to Cory Publishing.

Amanda: Good. I'm glad. Oh, I wish I was better at making decisions.

Evan: What's the problem? You've made lots of decisions, and important ones.

Amanda: I know, but I agonize over them. I mean, people used to come in to Iris and she'd look at things and she'd say, "Yes, no, yes." Bang, bang, bang.

Evan: Well, excuse me -- Iris did not always make the right decisions.

Amanda: I know. But she did do quite a bit for "Brava," as much as I hate to admit it.

Evan: Well, she did have a good head for business, that's for sure.

Amanda: Look, the point of all this is that I really think I'm going to have some tough shoes to fill here. Can you help me?

Evan: I'll do anything for you, Amanda -- and Mac.

Amanda: Thanks.

Evan: So donít feel pressured about filling someone's shoes. You're going to make your father proud of you on your own. Look at that.

Amanda: Yeah. I hope so. One thing I'm going to remember, though -- my family always comes first. That's what my dad believes. It's never kept him from reaching the top.

Evan: Yes, family first.

Amanda: All right, come on, take one last look at this, ok? Make sure we didnít forget anything. What do you think?

Evan: I think it looks -- hmm -- I think it looks great.

Amanda: Less silver, right?

Ada: Rachel?

Rachel: Mac is gone.

Matt: Gone?

Ada: No!

Rachel: When I got to the hotel this morning, the man at the desk said he had been trying to get in touch with me. He looked peaceful.

Ada: Oh, God! Mac, no!

Matt: What was it, Mom? Why?

Rachel: His heart just stopped, sweetie.

Ada: He had a heart attack?

Rachel: He died in his sleep, Mom.

Ada: Oh, God.

Rachel: I knew it.

Ada: You said you had a feeling. You called out to him.

Rachel: He called to me, Mom. I heard him at 8:00 this morning. I guess I knew. Here, sweetie. I've got a lot of people to call. I've got to tell Jamie. Is he at the hospital? And then there's Amanda.

Matt: Mom, I'll do that.

Rachel: It's all right.

Matt: I'll do everything, Mom.

Rachel: I know. I'm glad you're here. You just find them for me, ok? I'll tell them.

Matt: Ok.

Sam: Well, I'm all painted out. Ay. What happened?

Frankie: It seems that Monday is the earliest he can see you.

Cass: Are you out of your minuscule mind?

Frankie: I know, I know, it's driving him crazy that he's so booked up, and I keep telling him not to take on any new clients. Ok, very well. Shall we say 10:00 A.M.? Very good. Yes, I'm looking forward to meeting you, too, Mr. Lismore. Thank you very much. Bye-bye, now.

Zack: That's incredible.

Cass: At the risk of repeating myself, what the hell is going on here?

Frankie: Oh, come on. I know you've been drooling for Lismore and that big, fat retainer of his.

Cass: Zack --

Zack: She --

Frankie: Locked in, your legalness. Lismore's all yours.

Cass: Zack --

Zack: Frankie's --

Frankie: And here are your messages. The urgents are in red.

Cass: I urgently want to know what your angle is, Frankie.

Jake: Zack, look --

Cass: Hey, come right in, Jake. Sure, donít bother to knock, donít bother to call for an appointment. We donít stand on ceremony here.

Frankie: He has an appointment.

Cass: What, with you?

Zack: With me.

Cass: The office is doing that badly?

Jake: Oh, butt out, will you, Cass?

Cass: Oh, you're as eloquent as always, Jake. "Butt out, will you, Cass?"

Frankie: You've got a lot of urgents, Cass.

Cass: Urgents?

Frankie: Urgent messages.

Cass: Well, I -- I can hardly hang around here and make phone calls while Zack is in conference with a client, now, can I? Haven't you noticed that this office is a little on the cozy side?

Zack: Cass --

Cass: What?

Zack: What Jake and I have to discuss is private.

Cass: Hey, I'm out of here.

Frankie: We'll go to the coffee shop around the corner.

Cass: "We'll"? "We'll," as in you and I?

Frankie: Yes, you'll return your phone calls, I will take notes. Let's go!

Cass: Zack!

Zack: Go. I have a feeling she gives good note. Have a seat, Jake.

Jake: Thanks. Ahem.

Zack: So I imagine you did some more thinking, huh?

Jake: That's all I've been doing lately.

Zack: And?

Jake: If Steven is my son, I want custody.

Zack: I see.

Jake: No matter what it takes.

Zack: Well, it wonít be pretty. You'd better make up your mind about that.

Jake: I have. Listen, I donít want to cause any trouble. I just want what's best.

Zack: For whom?

Jake: The baby, Marley. Steven is my son. I am sure of that. So whatever it takes to get him, that is what I will do.

Vicky: You got some magazines, too.

Jamie: Ahem. Any phone calls?

Vicky: Yeah. I gave them your work number.

Jamie: All right. Thanks.

Vicky: I tried to call you myself last night.

Jamie: You did? Why?

Vicky: Just to talk. I mean, actually, I only dialed four numbers, and then I hung up. Do -- do you ever think of doing that?

Jamie: What?

Vicky: At night, when you're all alone, do you ever think of picking up the phone and calling me?

Jamie: I try not to.

Vicky: How you been?

Jamie: Managing.

Vicky: You look tired.

Jamie: Well, I've been working quite a bit.

Vicky: Do you want to hold Steven?

Jamie: I --

Vicky: You just keep looking at him.

Jamie: Doesn't mean that I --

Vicky: Here.

Jamie: No, no.

Vicky: Jamie, just for a minute?

Jamie: No, I've got to go.

Vicky: This isnít for my sake. I'm not trying to make you stay. This isnít a trick. It's just that Steven misses you.

Jamie: Please, donít do this to me.

Vicky: You're the only father he's ever known. Donít you think he senses that you're not here anymore?

Jamie: Vicky, this is hard enough, ok?

Vicky: I'm not trying to upset you. Really, I'm not. I just think you should know that you're Stevenís father and he needs you.

Jamie: Donít use Steven to get at me, Vicky.

Vicky: If you just spend some time with him, I'll leave you alone.

Jamie: You will?

Vicky: Yeah. You just tell me how much time you need and I'll go into the other room.

Jamie: Fine.

Vicky: You go to your daddy.

Jamie: Hi, little fella. Hi. How are you?

Jamie: Vicky?

Vicky: Yeah?

Jamie: You know, our problems -- they're not Stevenís. And I donít want to hurt him. So if you'd like, you can stay.

Amanda: I'm not even hungry.

Evan: Hey, I know how much you like Mexican food. Wait till we get to the restaurant.

Amanda: There's too much work to do.

Evan: Look, you're taking a break. Just accept it.

[Phone rings]

Amanda: I'll get that.

Evan: No, you wonít. Go get your purse.

[Ring]

Amanda: Yes, sir.

Evan: Hello? No, she just stepped out for a few -- what happened? Oh, no.

Amanda: What's wrong?

Evan: Nothing. That was Macís secretary. Listen, Amanda, you know, I'm not really hungry, you're not hungry. Why donít you just let me take you home?

Amanda: What's going on? What's wrong? What was that?

Evan: Nothing. I just -- I've lost my appetite.

Amanda: What was that phone call? Tell me what's going on. What's wrong?

Evan: I think your mother should tell you, not me.

Amanda: Evan, come on, you're scaring me now. You're my friend. You can tell me whatever it is.

Evan: Yes, and you're my friend, too. Come sit down here, please? That phone call was about your father.

Amanda: What?

Evan: He's -- he's had a heart attack.

Amanda: Oh, my God. Where is he? Did they take him --?

Evan: Just calm down.

Amanda: Is he still in Maine? Did they take him home? Where is he?

Evan: No, no, no. Just calm down. Your mother needs you.

Amanda: I donít understand.

Evan: He didnít make it. He didnít make it.

Amanda: No, you're wrong.

Evan: No, I wish to God I was wrong, Amanda.

Amanda: That isnít true.

Evan: I'm sorry.

Amanda: Daddy? Daddy?

Sam: Come here. .

Frankie: See? I told you'd need me.

Cass: Yeah, well, what you tell me and what is actually so are not necessarily the same thing.

Frankie: I knew I should've gotten the chocolate one. Mmm. Give me a bite of your doughnut.

Cass: I beg your pardon?

Frankie: I'll give you a bite of mine. Bite for a bite.

Cass: Uh, no, thank you.

Frankie: Oh, come on, Cass, donít be selfish. Share the wealth.

Cass: Wealth? What wealth? We're talking coffee and doughnuts here. This is all I can afford for a business lunch. If Lismore and a few others donít come through, it's "taps" city for me.

Frankie: Oh, get out of here. Feliciaís loaded. She paid you for the trial.

Cass: Well, she offered, but I canít take money from Felicia.

Frankie: You're kidding.

Cass: No, she's my best friend.

Frankie: Hmm. Lucky lady. I'm pretty broke myself, you know.

Cass: Yeah, well, that's the way it goes, huh?

Frankie: Not so broke I canít share a doughnut.

Cass: Here. Go crazy.

Frankie: Thanks. So, you need work, huh?

Cass: Clients. Paying clients.

Frankie: Lismore's going to come through. I could hear it in his voice. He's signed, sealed, and delivered.

Cass: I guess you'll be going back to Chicago to your P.I. job at the shopping mall?

Frankie: Actually, I thought I would stay here in Bay City.

Cass: Really?

Frankie: Mm-hmm. I have family here.

Cass: Oh, right.

Frankie: And I have friends. There's Derek and Zack and -- I'll bet even you and I could get along if we tried.

Cass: I bet the farm that that would never happen, but I donít gamble on relationships anymore.

Frankie: I donít know why you say that, Cass.

Cass: Oil and water, Frankie. In less than two minutes, we would be arguing.

Frankie: Oh, yeah?

Cass: Guaranteed.

Frankie: Well, then why donít we try that?

Cass: What?

Frankie: Two minutes.

Cass: Oh, come on, Frankie.

Frankie: Ready --

Cass: Frankie --

Frankie: Set, go.

Cass: Go.

Frankie: What do we talk about? Some weather we've been having, huh?

Cass: Yeah. We've been having weather, no doubt about it, Frankie.

Frankie: Very helpful, Cass. Uh -- what about those cubs, huh? Pretty unbelievable. Mark Grace, he's incredible, isnít he?

Cass: Oh, no, no, no. They should trade him for a left-handed reliever.

Frankie: What? Trade Mark Grace?

Cass: Oh, yeah.

Frankie: Are you out of your mind?

Cass: 23 seconds.

Frankie: Mark Grace is the entire franchise! I canít believe anybody would say that.

Cass: You lost the bet, Frankie.

Frankie: Ok, all right, you're right. We'll just start over again and we'll avoid the topic of baseball.

Cass: Oil and water. I rest my case.

Frankie: Aw. Have a bite of my doughnut.

Cass: Forget it. I didnít bet, remember?

Frankie: Oh, come on, Cass. We could get along. We really could.

Cass: Well, I doubt that we'll be seeing very much of each other, so what's the difference?

Frankie: The difference is if I'm going to be working for you, it would be very nice if we had a good working relationship.

Cass: Work for me? Work for me?

Frankie: Yeah.

Cass: Oh, man! Why didnít I see this coming? I am really losing my grip. I'm slipping here. All -- all this going share-sies on the doughnuts and answering the phones and taking notes -- you're playing up to me because you want a job.

John: Got everything?

Josie: No, I still have some other stuff to pack up.

John: Need some help?

Josie: I can manage.

John: If your mother had known that you were coming, I'm sure that she would have been here.

Josie: How come you are?

John: What do you mean?

Josie: Well, why are you always hanging around here? I mean, are you two living together now?

John: No, no, we're not.

Josie: I have to finish packing.

John: Josie, you smell anything familiar in this old kitchen?

Josie: Mulligan stew.

John: Yeah. Your mother made enough for an army.

Josie: Always does.

John: Said it was your favorite.

Josie: It's ok.

John: Want to stay and have dinner with us?

Josie: Oh, I canít.

John: Well, your mother will be home anytime soon. I mean, you could stay. We'll eat early.

Josie: No, no, really.

John: Oh, come on, come on, it'll only take you an hour or so. I'll drive you back to the boarding house myself.

Josie: No, thank you, but I canít.

John: Well, maybe some other time. Canít you just --

Josie: What?

John: Canít you just tell me how you are, I mean, how you're doing? Your mother and I have been very concerned about you.

Josie: I'm doing fine. As a matter of fact, I might be starting a new career.

John: Yeah?

Josie: Yeah, as a model. I'm real excited about it.

John: Uh-huh?

Josie: I like being on my own. In fact, I love it.

John: Good, good. That's -- that's good.

Josie: I think so.

John: It's important that you learn about independence.

Josie: That's right, and it's about time I was on my own.

John: It's also about time that you started to learn not to underestimate your mother.

Josie: What are you talking about?

John: The separation. It's been very hard on her, Josie.

Josie: I'm not even going to listen to this.

John: No, wait a minute, just hear me out. It's been hard on her because she understands. If you talk to her, you'll see that she understands what you're going through. Her love for you is so strong, so strong that she -- she can let go when she has to. Think about that, would you?

Jamie: Yeah. No, I'll be right there.

Vicky: What is it?

Jamie: It's Mac.

Vicky: What happened?

Jamie: He died.

Vicky: Oh, my God.

Jamie: His heart.

Vicky: Uh, when?

Jamie: This morning.

Vicky: Jamie, where are you going?

Jamie: I have to be with my family.

Vicky: Let me go with you.

Jamie: No. No, Vicky, I canít handle this and you, too.

Amanda: Where's Mom?

Zack: For you to get custody of Steven -- and it's a long shot, at best --

Jake: I understand that.

Zack: The primary concern of the court is the emotional well-being of the child.

Jake: Right.

Zack: And they will try and ensure that he will be loved and secure and raised in a stable home life. Ok, now, as far as the court can see it, Steven has a right to that now.

Jake: Yeah, well, it wonít be like that once Jamie finds out Steven is my son.

Zack: You think he'll leave?

Jake: I know he will. Steven is the reason that Vicky and Jamie got married. Once he finds out Steven is mine --

Zack: That would do it?

Jake: Well, he's not going to hang around for the pleasure of her company, let's just say that. And when Jamieís gone, I donít know how Vicky will feel about the baby.

Zack: Jake, what are you saying?

Jake: She might lose interest, if she hasn't already.

Zack: And you're going to fight for sole custody of Steven?

Jake: I want what's best for my son.

Zack: And prove her unfit?

Jake: I -- I donít want to prove her unfit. But if it has to be, it has to be.

Zack: That would pretty much clinch it for you, right?

Jake: Right. So how do I prove something like that?

Vicky: Jamie? I loved him a lot, too. He always made me feel like I belonged. Even when everyone else thought the worst.

Jamie: That's the way Mac was. That's the way he was.

Vicky: I know how much you loved him. You know, I loved him a lot, too. He always tried to see the -- he always tried to see the best in me. He never judged me.

Jamie: No.

Vicky: Please let me help you through this. I'm not trying to take advantage of you. I just -- I just would really like to -- to help because I love you, and I loved him, too.

Jamie: He loved you, too, Vicky.

Vicky: You know, he always -- he always wanted me to sit next to him at the table when we were all having dinner together.

Jamie: Yeah, you could always make him laugh.

Vicky: Please? Let me go with you?

Jamie: Come on.

[Phone rings]

Josie: John. John?

[Ring]

Josie: Hello? Oh, hi, Evan, it's Josie. No, no, she's out. Can I take a message? Oh, no. Mr. Cory? I canít believe it. How's Matthew? Oh, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. Yeah. Thank you for calling.

Cass: I kept wondering, "Why is Frankie being so nice to me?"

Frankie: You're wrong.

Cass: Comforting me the day after Nicole was arrested.

Frankie: I felt badly for you.

Cass: All the time, you were looking to land a job.

Frankie: That is absolutely not true.

Cass: You donít want a job?

Frankie: Well, I didnít say that.

Cass: So you do want a job?

Frankie: Well, why shouldnít I want a job?

Cass: I'm asking the questions here.

Frankie: Well, I object to this line of questioning, counselor. It's not like I'm asking for a handout or anything.

Cass: Why us?

Frankie: Because Winthrop and Edwards are an up-and-coming firm. I know you guys.

Cass: What if I said that I like my female employees who know their place?

Frankie: I would say you're a damn liar. I'm a good worker, Cass. I could help you. I've already helped you.

Cass: You're only interested in helping yourself, Frankie. You could care less about anyone else.

Frankie: That is not true, and you know it.

Cass: Do I?

Frankie: Look, Cass, I know you were hurt by what Nicole did, but I wasn't out to hurt you when I found that out.

Cass: I'm sure that you weren't depressed by it. I mean, what a discovery.

Frankie: Did you think I enjoyed telling you that Nicole killed my Uncle Jason?

Cass: It didnít break your heart.

Frankie: I hated it!

Cass: Yeah, right.

Frankie: I hate seeing anyone hurt the way you were hurt and being the cause of it. You more than anybody else should know what that feels like.

Cass: Me? What are you talking about?

Frankie: You weren't out to hurt Sharlene, were you, or John Hudson?

Cass: No.

Frankie: No. You were just doing your job. You were trying to set Felicia free. Well, I was trying to do my job, and I did my job damn well.

Cass: Frankie, what -- I thought the coffee and doughnuts were on you.

Frankie: They're on who's ever working, counselor, and right now, that's you.

John: Sharlene?

Sharlene: I'll be right back.

John: No -- wait, wait.

Sharlene: No, just go back to what you were doing.

John: No, what happened to you?

Sharlene: Uh, nothing, I'm fine. I just -- I was going to change my clothes.

John: No, no, you're not going anywhere till you tell me what happened.

Sharlene: I had an accident.

John: What kind of an accident?

Sharlene: I was explaining how we assign overtime, and then I ordered the guys back to work.

John: Yeah?

Sharlene: And they were doing it.

John: Uh-huh?

Sharlene: Then as I was leaving, I passed a freshly poured foundation. I tripped on something and --

John: You fell in it?

Sharlene: Face first.

John: That's really awful.

Sharlene: Donít you dare laugh, John.

John: No, I'm not laughing.

Sharlene: Donít you even dare laugh. I was so embarrassed, John.

John: It could happen to anyone.

Sharlene: Well, I want to ask you, do you think even one of those guys tried to warn me? No.

John: It could be --

Sharlene: Absolutely not. They stood there loving every minute of it.

John: It could be worse.

Sharlene: I bet they're back there just laughing their heads off right now.

John: You want me to go and beat them up?

Sharlene: I will handle this, John.

John: Whatever you say. Here, let's get some of this stuff off your forehead.

Sharlene: I've already passed the first test, you know. I have.

John: Yeah, this is really sticky.

Sharlene: I got right back up on my feet again.

John: Oh, God. Turn around.

Sharlene: John, I am going to earn their respect, come hell or high water.

John: Well, you've already got mine.

Sharlene: Oh, yeah.

John: Yes, you do, because I just donít give out my respect to anyone, especially not easily to people who have big globs of concrete on their nose.

Sharlene: Oh, great.

John: You know, if I were you, I'd get upstairs and change before Frankie sees you.

Sharlene: Oh, well, heaven forbid. Any calls while I was out? What?

John: I'll tell you later.

Sharlene: No, tell me now.

John: Josie stopped by.

Amanda: I'm worried about Mom. She seems to be keeping so much inside.

Ada: I keep expecting him to walk in that door.

Amanda: Yeah, but he wonít, will he? What are we going to do?

Ada: Help each other, help your mother.

Sam: She's a strong woman.

Ada: She's trying to stay that way. She's trying to stay strong for him.

Amanda: I'm going to miss him so much.

Evan: Rachel?

Rachel: Yes, Evan. Hi.

Evan: Hi. The office called, and they send their love. They said for you not to worry about anything but your family.

Rachel: Thank you.

Evan: Now, if there's anything that you can think of that needs doing -- I mean, you just tell me.

Rachel: No, I canít think of anything. I know we -- we can count on you, Evan, thank you.

Evan: Mac will always be a great man. I admired him more than I admired anyone, ever.

Rachel: I admired him very much, as much as I loved him.

Evan: Rachel, I'm sorry. I am sorry. You two had such a special relationship. I mean, it's more than I ever knew a husband and wife could have.

Rachel: Thank you.

Matt: Yes, I'll talk to my mother about that. Thank you. Uh, that was the funeral home. Apparently, Mac made some prearrangements.

Jamie: Wonder why he did that.

Vicky: Just like him. Take the burden off everyone else.

Jamie: Was there anything else, other arrangements?

Matt: No, I -- I think I covered everything. He's never coming back. He's never going to wake me up in the middle of the night and say, "let's go raid the refrigerator, I'm starving."

[Vicky laughs]

Jamie: I'm not going to get any more phone calls from him out of the blue, saying, "I was just thinking about you. How you doing?"

Matt: I never thought of Mac dying.

Jamie: I never did, Matt. I thought the man was indestructible.

Matt: He was, Jamie. He'll never die.

Jamie: That's right. Mac Cory will never die.

[Doorbell rings]

Vicky: Should I get that?

Matt: No.

Jamie: No, let Matt handle it. He's taking care of it.

Matt: He used to stand right here and look out over the lake. Told me to look at the trees. He said, "Look at them, Matthew. Every day they change. Mark each day by the change in the leaves. That way you'll never let a day pass you by." That's what he did, you know. He -- he lived every moment. He was never cheated, in a way.

Josie: He was a great man. I'm really glad I knew him.

Matt: If I could just accomplish 1/10th, 1/100th of what that man did, I would be somebody.

Josie: He'd be proud of you no matter what. He was proud of you. I remember watching his face when he would look at you. It would just light up.

Matt: He's gone. How am I -- how am I going to get used to that?

Josie: You wonít. I guess when -- when someone means so much to your life, you just never let them go. They're always there. Listen to me going on and on.

Matt: No, no, you sound good. You look good, too. I canít tell you how much it means that you came here today.

Josie: Did you think I wouldnít?

Matt: I donít know. I donít know what I'm thinking right now. I'm thinking that I wish I could have one more talk with Mac, tell him things I never had a chance to tell him. God, that's not even true. I had chances. I had every chance. I didnít bother. I didnít bother. I threw that away. From now on, if something has to be said, I'm going to say it. I'm going to say it.

Josie: Why donít we go inside and be with your family?

Matt: Stay with me, Josie. Be with me?

Sharlene: So how did she look?

John: Fine.

Sharlene: Has she lost weight?

John: No, no, not that I noticed. She talked about getting into modeling.

Sharlene: Oh. Well, that's good. That's a great career for her.

John: She'll have to find that out on her own.

Sharlene: Well, what was she doing here?

John: She came by to pick up some clothes, probably some summer things.

Sharlene: Her suitcase is still upstairs.

John: Well, she must have forgotten it.

Sharlene: Good, that means she'll be back.

Zack: Child abuse would head the list, of course, but Vicky doesn't fall into that category.

Jake: No.

Zack: Inability to financially support the child? We can throw that out.

Jake: Yeah.

Zack: If we could show the mother emotionally unstable --

Jake: How would we do that, exactly?

Zack: There's nothing exact about it. If it was demonstrated that the mother didnít spend enough time with the baby --

Jake: How about lying?

Zack: Lying? I suppose. I mean, if she lied about the child's welfare. But you'd have to come up with specifics.

Jake: Ok, what if one of the parents was married and the other one was separated or divorced?

Zack: Well, as I say, judges tend to award custody to the parent with the more stable environment.

Jake: Let me ask you a question -- how does the court decide that?

Zack: Hey, you're the plaintiff. The burden of proof is on you.

[Phone rings]

Zack: Excuse me. Any of these apply? Zack Edwards.

Jake: Vicky, your time is up.

Ada: Uh, Sharky sent some food over from the restaurant.

Josie: Let us help.

Matt: Let me have that.

Ada: Thank you. Good. Thank you.

Matt: If anybody's hungry --

Josie: Sandwiches.

Amanda: None for me, thanks.

Sam: No thanks, Matt. Maybe later.

Matt: Vicky?

Vicky: No. Maybe later.

Josie: Jamie?

Jamie: No, thanks.

Matt: Yeah.

Rachel: Thank you all for being here.

Amanda: Mom?

Rachel: Yes, darling?

Amanda: Has anybody told Iris?

Matt: I -- I didnít call her.

Rachel: Well, she has to know.

Evan: I'll take care of it.

Rachel: No. No, I'll do it.

Ada: Honey --

Jamie: Mom, I --

Rachel: I have to do it. Mac would want me to.

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