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Another World Transcript Wednesday 5/25/05

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Vicky: Well, you just needed to eat a little bit. Where's the feet kicking? Where are Stevenís feet kicking? Kick, kick, kick! Kick, kick, kick! Yes, you just wanted to play a little bit, didnít you? Oh, didnít you? Yes. And kick, kick, kick. You're going to be a swimmer. Yes, you are. You're going to be a swimmer. Oh, yeah. Jamie. I didnít know you were there.

Jamie: Oh, I thought I heard him crying.

Vicky: Yeah, he was, but he's fine now, isnít he? Yeah.

Jamie: Good.

Vicky: Jamie, I was wondering -- it's such a beautiful day -- if you wanted to put him in his stroller and take him for a little walk?

Jamie: No.

Vicky: Well, Jamie, you know, you can take him for a walk without me getting on your case about it. I mean, you --

[Phone rings]

Vicky: Excuse me. Hello? Yes, he is. Yes, just a minute, please. It's the hospital. They have news about the paternity test.

Evan: [Southern accent] Well, I see you finally got around to planting the south 40.

[Sharlene chuckles]

Sharlene: Well, look at you -- no white shirt, striped tie. You can almost pass for a farm boy.

Evan: Well, darling, I am a farm boy. You see, underneath this businessman's facade beats the heart of a tiller of the soil.

Sharlene: How come you're not at your office?

Evan: [Normal voice] Well, I was there earlier helping Amanda, but until Macís will is read, things are kind of at a standstill.

Sharlene: How's Rachel? Is she ok?

Evan: Well, as ok as she can be with Mac gone.

Sharlene: She loved that man so much.

Evan: Yeah. I think I'm going to stop by there later and see what I can do.

Sharlene: Well, I'm glad you came by.

Evan: Well, listen, I'm no stranger to farm work. If you ever need a hand with anything, just ask me. I mean, I haven't done much for my family in the past and I would like to start.

Sharlene: Well, there's something you could do for me.

Evan: What's that?

Sharlene: You could answer some questions for me.

Evan: Questions?

Sharlene: About Iris.

Rachel: Go on, Cass.

Cass: The will that Mac drew up a few years ago is no longer valid.

Amanda: Why not?

Cass: Mac made a new will.

Iris: When?

Cass: Actually, it was quite recently.

Rachel: Mac never mentioned another will. When was this drawn up?

Cass: Last December. And my understanding is that C.P. Barron himself did the paperwork.

Rachel: He was a good friend of Macís.

Cass: Although he's retired, I've been dealing with his office and they have assured me that the will will be in my possession in a couple of hours.

Iris: Does that mean we'll be reading the will today?

Cass: Yes.

Amanda: Good. The sooner, the better.

Rachel: I know how Mac wanted his company run in the event -- but I canít proceed until the will is read.

Iris: If there are any personal letters or anything, do they have to be read aloud?

Cass: Donít worry, Iris. They wonít be read aloud.

Iris: I'm not worried. I'm not worried at all.

Rachel: When can we meet?

Cass: How is 6:00 tonight for everybody?

Iris: 6:00's perfect.

Rachel: Where?

Cass: Right here.

Rachel: Thank you. I'll notify the rest of the family and we'll be here at 6:00.

Cass: Fine. I'll see you then.

Iris: Well, I --

Amanda: Goodbye, Iris.

Iris: I'll see you, 6:00 sharp.

Amanda: Do you believe her? She looks so eager now that she knows about a new will.

Rachel: She thinks she's been included in it. Mac and Iris were very close in December.

Amanda: I'll be back.

Rachel: Where are you going?

Amanda: I have to go talk to somebody. I'll be back here by 6:00.

Ada: If you donít want chicken and you donít want fish, what about fettuccine?

Matt: I'm not hungry, grandma.

Ada: You will be at dinnertime. What about you, Rachel?

Rachel: What?

Ada: What do you want for dinner?

Rachel: There's a new will.

Ada: What?

Rachel: You both have to be here at 6:00. Cass is coming over to read Macís new will.

Ada: What new will?

Matt: Mom?

Rachel: Apparently, he had second thoughts about his other will and he drew up a new one.

Ada: Without you knowing about it?

Rachel: I guess.

Ada: Well, why would Mac make a new will without telling you about it?

Sharlene: You worked for Iris before you came here.

Evan: No. But we knew each other in New York.

Sharlene: What was she like?

Evan: Well, she likes the good life.

Sharlene: Yeah, I can tell.

Evan: A typical day for Iris -- she may have a power breakfast with a couple of heavy hitters, she runs back to the office, she runs right back out and may have lunch with some MidEastern oil king, she comes back for a few more hours, she may go to the opera, she'll have a late-night snack with the tenor, and she finishes up by dancing the night away. Now, that is called a slow day.

Sharlene: That sounds exciting, especially to someone who's only read about those things.

Evan: Well, she definitely has a lot of style.

Sharlene: Yeah, and charm when she wants to, right? What do they call it -- charisma.

Evan: Definitely.

Sharlene: And that's what worries me.

Evan: What's that?

Sharlene: Josie.

Evan: I'm afraid I donít follow you.

Sharlene: My daughter is working for Iris. Iris has taken her under her wing.

Evan: Well, you donít like that?

Sharlene: She's telling her she could be a model.

Evan: Well, Josie is a beautiful girl.

Sharlene: Josie is a shy girl who would never have thought about that unless someone else had planted the idea.

Evan: Well, Sharlene, maybe it can happen.

Sharlene: And maybe not. What if Iris' plan for Josie falls through, it doesn't work out, and Josie is not her little pet anymore? She's feeling unloved enough as it is.

Evan: Yeah, but Josie knows you love her. I mean, that's why she's treating you the way she is.

Sharlene: I'm sorry?

Evan: Because she always knows she can come back to the nest.

Sharlene: Oh, does she?

Evan: Yeah, she's rebelling. She's looking for independence. Most kids do it.

Sharlene: Well, I didnít do it.

Evan: Well, I'll tell you I sure did.

Sharlene: Why?

Evan: Because my family were a bunch of dirt farmers.

Sharlene: Well, still are.

Evan: And I'll tell you, that wasn't for me. No, my hands are meant to have a calculator adding up millions and millions of dollars. At least that's what I used to think then.

Sharlene: Would you help me out?

Evan: Sure.

Sharlene: You did well.

Evan: Well, I -- I had to do well, donít you see? I had to -- I had to start a new life, I had to move to New York, I had to make it big. That was the total rejection.

Sharlene: Well, you're not rebelling anymore, right?

Evan: No. I matured. I'm not success crazy. I'm just not crazy, period.

Sharlene: Oh, I see. So is that what Josieís doing? Acting crazy?

Evan: Well, maybe, for a little while.

Sharlene: Yeah. Well, it scares me.

Evan: Well, she'll make it up to you. You'll see.

Sharlene: But I miss her so much. I miss her company.

Evan: Well, Sharlene, I'm sure she misses you, too.

Sharlene: Well, see, now that's -- that's what I canít stand. If I knew she was ok, that she was happy, I'd be fine, I'd be ok, but she's not. And I --- I hate to think of her making a major decision when her life is in turmoil.

Evan: What, are you talking about the modeling?

Sharlene: Yes, I'm talking about the modeling.

Evan: Well, then, there's nothing you can do. You're just going to have to let it go. You see, the situation is out of your hands.

Sharlene: Maybe. Maybe not.

Jamie: They said the paternity test results wonít be back for another three weeks.

Vicky: What? What takes them so long?

Jamie: Well, the basic testing has been finished, but they had to send it off to a special lab in Chicago for further studies. Now, we're just going to have to be patient.

Vicky: "Patient"? I cannot manage to be patient any longer! I've got to get this over with! Oh. God. Marley.

Marley: Hi. Hmm. This isnít a bad time, is it?

Vicky: Uh -- no.

Marley: Jamie, hello.

Jamie: Hi, Marley. Listen, thank you very much for that nice note.

Marley: Mac was such a lovely, lovely man. Please tell me if there's anything I can do.

Jamie: Thank you.

Marley: Ok.

Vicky: Marley, why donít you sit down. You can stay, canít you?

Marley: Well, for a minute or two. Where's Steven?

Vicky: Asleep.

Marley: Oh, just my luck.

Vicky: Oh, he shouldnít sleep much longer -- he's not really keen on afternoon naps lately.

Marley: You know, Jamie, that son of yours is growing so quickly.

Jamie: Yes, he is.

Marley: He must grow about an inch or two a week. Do you have tall men in your family?

Jamie: Six foot is about it.

Marley: Oh, well, mark my words -- he's going to be about 6'4", I think.

Jamie: Right.

Vicky: Yeah.

Marley: Did I come at a bad time?

Vicky: No. Why?

Marley: Well, it's just that you're both so -- serious?

Vicky: No, no. We're not. Can I get you something? Some tea, coffee, soda?

Marley: Oh, not right now, thanks, I'm fine.

[Phone rings]

Vicky: Can you get that, honey?

Jamie: Hello?

Marley: Did you two have an argument or something?

Vicky: No. No, we're fine. So, what are you doing here?

Marley: Oh, well, I had an errand to run, so I just decided to stop by.

Vicky: An errand, huh?

Jamie: Right.

[Jamie hangs up phone]

Jamie: That was Matthew on the phone. There's going to be a reading of the will this evening at my mom's house.

Vicky: Oh. So, I guess you have to go, huh?

Jamie: Yeah. I'll see you later.

Vicky: Well, donít you think I should go with you?

Jamie: Yes, of course, if you'd like to.

Vicky: Of course I would like to. I'm your wife.

Jamie: What about Steven?

Marley: I would be glad to baby-sit.

Vicky: Your errands can wait?

Marley: I would do anything to help.

Vicky: Fine. Yeah, that would help a lot. Um -- I'll call you from the Coryís' and tell you when I'll be back. Thanks.

Marley: No hurry.

Frankie: Whoo! Look what the cat dragged in.

Cass: Have you talked to Barronís?

Frankie: Every 15 minutes. Oh! They really know how to drag their feet over there.

Cass: So, are you getting the will or not?

Frankie: Donít you snap at me. Your sister was not very nice to me before, either. Now, you know, I walked out on you guys and I wasn't coming back, but you really need my help.

Cass: All right. So, have we gotten anywhere with the will?

Frankie: A messenger is on the way even as we converse.

Cass: Good, great. Way to go.

Frankie: Question --

Cass: Yes?

Frankie: These are contracts, right?

Cass: Yes, right.

Frankie: And I assume they're important.

Cass: What's your point?

Frankie: Do you always file important documents under the leg of the pinball machine?

Cass: The machine was rocking, it was affecting my scores, and one of the legs lost the little metal stud underneath.

Frankie: Oh, so you decided to substitute McCann gold's preliminary agreement?

Cass: It was handy.

Frankie: Everything in this place is handy. It's one wall-to-wall unfiled document.

Cass: Where? The place doesn't actually look half bad to me.

Frankie: That's because I made a minor dent in it. I have been filing for three solid hours.

Cass: Oh.

Frankie: That's it?

Cass: Uh -- thanks.

Frankie: Have you made a decision?

Cass: About what?

Frankie: What are you going to do, the future, your office staff?

Cass: No, I haven't decided yet.

Frankie: Oh. Well, since I'm not officially working here, I guess I'll take off.

Cass: You're leaving?

Frankie: Yes, I am, ducky. I've got a little get-together to go to.

Cass: Oh, well, actually, I'm getting together with some friends myself.

Both: You're going to Feliciaís?

Vivien: Mrs. Wheeler didnít tell me you were coming, Miss Watts.

Sharlene: Well, I talked to her. She said she'd see me.

Vivien: Well, she didnít mention it to me.

Sharlene: Oh, well, maybe I should come back at another time?

Vivien: No, it's ok. She'd just be mad as heck at me for not announcing you before you came up, but donít worry -- I can handle that.

Sharlene: I am sorry.

Vivien: It's ok, honest to goodness. It's just that we've been a little distracted around here.

Sharlene: I know. I'm so sorry about Mr. Cory.

Vivien: Me, too. Well, I'll go and see if Mrs. Wheeler is available.

Iris: Sharlene?

Sharlene: Iris, hello. Thank you for seeing me.

Iris: Can you believe that that's your daughter?

Sharlene: She's very, very photogenic.

Iris: Yes, she is, isnít she? I have high hopes for Josie.

Sharlene: Well, that's what I wanted to talk to you about.

Iris: Well, why donít you come and sit down?

Sharlene: Thank you.

Iris: Can I get Vivien to get you anything, like a cup of tea or coffee or a drink?

Sharlene: No, no, thank you, I'm fine. I think I'll just get right to the point. Um -- I was wondering what your plans are for my daughter.

Iris: My plans? Goodness, you make me seem like a svengali or something.

Sharlene: Josie never in her life expressed any interest in becoming a model.

Iris: A girl that beautiful? I canít believe it.

Sharlene: It had to have been someone else's idea.

Iris: Look, Sharlene, Josie asked me to give her support. If she chooses modeling as a career, I'll give her all the help she can get.

Sharlene: I'll tell you what kind of help you can give her -- you can talk her out of it.

Iris: I wouldnít presume to do that.

Sharlene: Modeling is not for Josie, not now.

Iris: How do you know?

Sharlene: I know my daughter.

Iris: You know what you want.

Sharlene: I know she's not ready to make a decision like this.

Iris: I disagree.

Sharlene: You disagree? This is my child we're talking about.

Iris: And she is my friend.

Sharlene: So you say.

Iris: Oh. I know what it is -- it's me. You're afraid I'm going to influence her. Aren't you? Hmm?

Marley: We're just so glad Uncle Jake could come and meet us here, aren't we?

Jake: Did Vicky say when she was coming back?

Marley: No. She said she was going to call.

Jake: Call.

Marley: Oh, Jake. What do you think he's thinking? Hmm?

Jake: Not much.

Marley: Oh, come on. Just look at that little face. Yes, you're just so full of questions, aren't you?

Jake: I bet you I know one question he's got -- he's probably looking at the two of us thinking --

Marley: Yeah.

Jake: "What are these people doing staring at me? Donít they have anything better to do?"

Marley: Well, I know I certainly donít.

Jake: Neither do I.

Marley: His mouth -- did you see his mouth, Jake? He's trying to make sounds already -- yeah, oh.

Jake: I think the kid's a genius. What do you think?

Marley: Yes.

Jake: I think you're a genius.

Marley: Yes. Can you say "Jake"?


Jake: I donít think he's going to have any problem with that.

Marley: Why?

Jake: It's only one syllable and four letters.

Marley: Yeah, well, some children have problems with Js.

Jake: J.

Marley: So I think he will call you "Dake."

Jake: "Dake."

Marley: And I think he'll probably have a few problems with "Marley" because of the R and the l being together, wonít you?

Jake: Well --

Marley: Because I couldn't even say my own name until I was 6 years old -- 6 whole years old.

Jake: Maybe he wonít have to call you "Marley."

Marley: What? Well, he can just call me anything he wants.

Jake: Marley --

Marley: Yes, you can, little pumpkin pie.

[Doorbell rings]

Marley: The door. Who's at the door for Steven to greet with?

Marley aunt Marley

[Marley gasps]

Marley: Who is it?

Michael: Hey. Oh.

Marley: It's grandma and grandpa!

Michael: Hi.

Donna: Hi.

Marley: Oh.

Donna: What are you doing here, Marley?

Marley: Oh, well, Vicky had to go to the Coryís', didnít she?

Michael: Well, is Rachel all right?

Marley: She's fine, but the reading of the will is tonight --

Michael: Oh.

Marley: So I said I would baby-sit.

Donna: Hi! Hi!

Marley: Yes.

Michael: Oh, big sacrifice, huh?

Marley: Big sacrifice. Come on.

Michael: Aw.

Marley: There you go.

Michael: Hey, Jake!

Jake: Hey, Michael. Donna.

Michael: Look at this guy.

Jake: Beautiful day, isnít it?

Michael: It's a beautiful day. I have a beautiful grand-- grandson here.

[Marley chuckles]

Michael: "Grand" -- it just sticks in my throat. How about the son of my daughter -- does that work a little better?

Donna: "Son of your daughter"?

Michael: Yes. Can I hold the son of my daughter?

Marley: Ok. Hold the son of your daughter. Why donít you come with me and hold him while I feed him some barley cereal?

Michael: Oh, boy, barley soup!

Marley: Yum, yum, yum.

Michael: I think I should've worn my raincoat, yes. Mm-hmm.

Donna: What are you doing here?

Jake: Marley called me, I came over. That was it.

Donna: Why?

Jake: Oh, I think you could figure that out.

Donna: To make a bad situation worse.

Jake: To see my son.

Donna: Isnít that a little premature?

Jake: Donna, you and I both know Steven is my son. It's the only reason Vickyís fighting this paternity test.

Donna: She fought it because it's a cruel and ridiculous ordeal for the people that she loves and it amounts to nothing.

Jake: Yeah, well, it's not nothing, not by a long shot. Very soon, I will have the legal rights to that kid.

Donna: And ruin your marriage to Marley at the same time?

Jake: Marley will support me with this.

Donna: Support you? Jake, she'll leave you so fast, you wonít know what hit you.

Jake: No, you're wrong. She'll understand. She'll want Steven to have the home he deserves.

Donna: I'll never let you use Marley to hurt her sister.

Jake: You know something, Donna? You canít stop me.

Donna: Oh, you watch -- you just watch me.

Michael: How could Marley hurt Vicky?

Michael: Now is somebody going to answer me? Are you going to tell me what you were talking about?

Marley: Oh, that darling Steven went right to sleep, bless his little heart.

Jake: The old barley cereal, huh?

Donna: Oh.

Marley: No, Vicky didnít have any, but I gave him his bottle and he went sound asleep. He didnít have much of a nap this afternoon.

Jake: Well, it sounds like somebody should be looking after his schedule.

Marley: What can I get you both to drink?

Michael: Nothing. Thank you, honey. We have to go.

Marley: You just got here.

Michael: I know -- we have a dinner, an early dinner. Have to go now.

Marley: Oh.

Michael: But I'll tell you what -- I will call you tomorrow, all right?

Marley: Ok.

Michael: And maybe you and I will have lunch together, just the two of us?

Marley: Oh, I would love that.

Michael: So would I.

Marley: I'd love it.

Donna: Bye, darling.

Marley: Bye.

Donna: Hmm.

Marley: I'll tell Vicky you stopped by.

Donna: All right.

Marley: Ok?

Donna: Bye.

Marley: Have a nice dinner.

Jake: We'll see you.

Marley: How strange.

Jake: What's that?

Marley: Well, they were both so serious and then Michael pushed them both out of here.

Jake: Well, they had somewhere to go -- you heard him say that.

Marley: No, there was something wrong with Jamie and Vicky this afternoon, as well.

Jake: Honey, I doubt if it was related.

Marley: So Michael just must be upset.

Jake: I didnít even notice that.

Marley: I did. Did something happen when I was in there with Steven?

Jake: No, uh-uh, not really.

Marley: Jake, did you have another fight with my mother?

Jake: No.

Marley: Jake?

Jake: Ok, we had a couple of words.

Marley: What about?

Jake: Not much. She just -- she got on my case, I lost my temper. It was no big deal.

Marley: Are you sure?

Jake: I am sure.

Marley: I do not like when Donna talks to you like that.

Jake: Come here.

Marley: Well --

Jake: Donít you worry about Donna. You know something?

Marley: Hmm?

Jake: I donít want you worrying about anything. I can handle Donna. As a matter of fact, I can handle anything.

Jamie: A new will? What do you mean?

Rachel: Mac drew up a new will.

Jamie: He never said anything to me about that.

Rachel: No, nor to me.

Jamie: Why wouldnít he mention that?

Rachel: He had his reasons, I guess.

Vicky: I donít understand.

Rachel: The only reason I can think of is Iris.

Sharlene: She is my daughter. I have every right to be concerned.

Josie: No, you donít.

Sharlene: Josie.

Josie: You have no right to be involved with my life at all.

Sharlene: No one told me that you -- you were here.

Josie: Well, I asked Mrs. Wheeler not to say anything.

Iris: Excuse me. Josie, I'll be in my study if you need anything, darling.

Josie: Thanks.

Sharlene: If you need her? This is your mother you're talking to for God's sake.

Josie: What are you doing here?

Sharlene: Well, canít you figure it out?

Josie: Yeah. You came to check up on me.

Sharlene: You wonít tell me anything. How else am I supposed to find out what's going on?

Josie: Nothing is going on! I'm fine.

Sharlene: Well, I hear you're thinking of taking up modeling as a career.

Josie: Well, I guess I shouldnít have mentioned that to John.

Sharlene: So I thought that I would talk to Iris about it.

Josie: You still think you can run my life, donít you?

Sharlene: I have no desire to do that.

Josie: Do you realize how embarrassing this is for me?

Sharlene: I wanted to make sure that --

Josie: You wanted to make sure that I was doing what you wanted.

Sharlene: I only want what's best for you.

Josie: Well, canít you trust me to figure that out on my own?

Sharlene: Jose, it's not a matter of trust.

Josie: I donít want you interfering, not anymore. I'm going to take charge of my own future.

Sharlene: With a little help from Iris Wheeler. Hmm?

Josie: I'm relying on her advice, if that's what you mean.

Sharlene: Because she wants what's best for you?

Josie: Because she has a great eye for the fashion scene.

Sharlene: Oh, that's right -- a great eye for the -- of course -- for the fashion scene.

Josie: This is my choice!

Sharlene: Oh -- all right, and what if your eyes aren't the right color? What if your nose isnít this year's nose? Are you ready for that kind of judgment?

Josie: This is my life, my choice. You got that? And you're just going to have to accept it.

Sharlene: Well, I guess I am. And I guess I just donít have anything else to say.

Josie: Mama? Mama? Never mind.

Josie: Mrs. Wheeler?

Iris: Did you call?

Josie: Yeah. She's -- she's gone.

Iris: So soon?

Josie: Yeah. We -- we had nothing more to say. Um -- I am really, really sorry.

Iris: What on earth for?

Josie: The way she barged in here like this. I hope she didnít say anything to upset you.

Iris: She didnít say anything. She just came to talk to me about you. She was worried about you.

Josie: You're defending her?

Iris: No, I'm not defending her. I just know how she feels. You know, a rift between a parent and a child can be very painful, terribly painful for both of you.

Josie: This is not the same thing as you and your father.

Iris: No, I know it's not the same thing as me and my father. For me, it's -- it's over. It's too late. But not for you. You've got all the time in the world to tell her that you love her and to set things right.

Amanda: Hello? Is anybody here? Hello? Evan? Evan?

(Jazz music playing)

Amanda: You were working?

Evan: Yeah. So, what brings you out here?

Amanda: Well, I called the office. They said that I could find you here.

Evan: You came looking for me?

Amanda: Yeah, I need your advice.

Evan: Ok. Shoot.

Amanda: My father's will is being read today. We found out that he made up a new one in December.

Evan: Well, is that superseding the original?

Amanda: Right, that's what Cass says.

Evan: Well, then what can I do for you?

Amanda: You worked very closely with my father. Did he ever say anything about changing his will?

Evan: Why would he tell me?

Amanda: Because of the way it would affect the business.

Evan: You mean the way it controls -- it affected his controlling interest in the business?

Amanda: Right, right.

Evan: No, he never said anything to me.

Amanda: Oh.

Evan: Amanda, what's on your mind?

Amanda: Iris was just grinning from ear to ear when she found out that we had a new will.

Evan: Ok, what can I do to help?

Amanda: Come with me to my parents' house.

Evan: Why?

Amanda: I want you to hear the terms of the will.

Evan: Yeah, but I'm sure your mother's the executor, and Cass can advise her accordingly.

Amanda: But you're a businessman. You understand stocks and controlling interests.

Evan: Look, Amanda, this is a private matter. I'm not even dressed for it.

Amanda: You're not turning me down because you donít want to run up against Iris, are you?

Evan: No, I'm not turning you down. It's just that this is a family --

Amanda: Come on, Sam is gone. Please, I need your support. Please?

Evan: Ok, I'll come.

Cass: So you're going to Feliciaís, too, huh?

Frankie: Yes. With bells on.

Cass: Nobody -- well, nobody -- I didnít realize that she was including absolutely everybody that had anything at all to do with helping her with the defense.

Frankie: Neither did I realize that.

Cass: But that's Felicia for you.

Frankie: Yep, I guess so.

[Intercom buzzes]

Frankie: Yeah? Oh, great, I'll be right out.

Cass: It'll be fun. There'll be lots of people there. Nobody says you have to talk to her. Just be polite and keep circulating.

Frankie: This got dropped off at the wrong office. Here you go, counselor.

Cass: Ok, that's Macís signature all right, and it's been properly witnessed. Let's see what we've got.

Cass: Oh, man.

Frankie: What? What is it?

Marley: Jake, sweetheart, Stevenís starting to fuss again.

Jake: I'm coming.

Marley: Oh, I think he's hungry. Is that formula ready yet?

Jake: Honey, I'll be there in a minute, all right?

Marley: Well, hurry up, hon!

Jake: Ok.

Marley: He is really getting so big. Vicky should have him on solid foods by now. I hope there's more formula around.

Jake: No, hon, this is the last can.

Marley: The last can? Are you kidding?

Jake: It's the last can, really.

Marley: You checked all the cabinets?

Jake: I checked every place.

Marley: Oh, now, this -- this is a little ridiculous. No cereal, no more formula. I mean, she's got to have some bottles stacked someplace.

Jake: Honey, I looked everywhere. I'm not kidding, this is the last one.

Marley: All right. Oh -- well, I want to check it out for myself. Will you take Steven and feed him yourself while I go look?

Jake: Ok.

Marley: Ok, want to go to Uncle Jake?

Jake: Here it comes.

Marley: Want to go to Uncle Jake? He'll feed you.

Jake: You know what I got? Food.

Marley: Ok? I'm going to look.

Jake: Not yet. Come on. Yeah. This is a hamburger and French fries.

Marley: Oh. This is downright strange. I mean, why wouldnít she stock up on this stuff? How irresponsible!

Frankie: Ok. So as you may have noticed, I was so taken with the transformation that I attempted to do on you that I have transformed myself. However, I do find myself in this particular quandary. What do you wear to a party that you donít really want to go to? Do you wear what you would wear if you really did want to go to the party, or do you make a statement by wearing something that says "I really donít want to be here"?

Or do you make an even bigger statement by not going to the party, and consequently not having to wear anything at all? What do you think?

Sharlene: I have no idea what you're talking about.

Frankie: Uh-oh.

Sharlene: What?

Frankie: She's in a "what do I do about Josie" mood.

Sharlene: How on earth did you guess?

Frankie: Oh, it's the expression.

Sharlene: Oh, stop it.

Frankie: It's unmistakable.

Sharlene: I went to see Iris Wheeler.

Frankie: Ugh. And I was complaining about my day?

Sharlene: That's right. It gets worse. Josie was there.

Frankie: What?

Sharlene: Working. Told me to mind my own damn business.

Frankie: In those words?

Sharlene: Well, not quite, but it was pretty clear that nothing's changed.

Frankie: Oh, honey, it must be so hard.

Sharlene: Well, I tell you, I just -- I wish I knew how to do it.

Frankie: Do what?

Sharlene: Just to stay out of her life. That's what she wants.

Frankie: No, not really.

Sharlene: I think about her every single morning. I have since she was born. She was my life! I -- you know, I braided her hair, I made her clothes, I -- I slept with her when she was sick, I held her little face in my hands when she cried.

Frankie: Sharlene, you're a wonderful mother.

Sharlene: Oh, but I -- I donít know how to do it, Frankie. How do you show you care if you canít do anything? You know?

Frankie: Sharlene, you are doing something -- just by being here, by letting Josie know that whenever she's ready, you're going to be here waiting for her with open arms.

Rachel: Hello, Josie.

Josie: Oh, hi, Mrs. Cory. I'm sorry I stopped by like this.

Rachel: Donít be sorry. We're always happy to see you.

Josie: No, I should have phoned and not disturbed you.

Rachel: You're not disturbing us. You're welcome here whenever you like. I hope you'll stay.

Matt: So you canít say no to that.

Josie: No, I guess I canít.

Matt: Good. Let's go.

Josie: Hi.

Vicky: Hi, Josie.

Josie: How's little Steven?

Vicky: Good.

Josie: Good.

Vicky: Thank you.

Ada: Josie and Matthew have had a lot of problems. You two donít know how lucky you are.

Vicky: I know. You know, Steven was a little cranky today. I'm just going to call and check up on how he's doing. Excuse me.

Ada: Ok, honey, go ahead.

Vicky: Thank you.

[Phone rings]

Marley: Hello, Frames'.

Vicky: Hey, how's it going?

Marley: Fine. Everything's fine, except you're all out of baby formula.

Vicky: Out?

Marley: Yes, you're going to have to pick some up.

Vicky: Wait, wait, no, I know I have some. Did you check the corner cabinets?

Marley: Yes, and it's all gone.

Vicky: Well, that's crazy, because Bridget just went out and bought some the other day.

Marley: Well, you're going to need it first thing tomorrow.

Vicky: Yeah, all right. Well, I'll go to the market on my way home.

Marley: Do that.

Vicky: See you --

[Dial tone]

Vicky: Later.

Jamie: There's nothing wrong, I hope.

Vicky: No, it's just that Stevenís still a little cranky, and I'm afraid he might be coming down with something, so I think I'd better go home.

Ada: Ok.

Jamie: All right.

Vicky: Excuse me, bye-bye.

Jamie: I'll see you later.

Ada: Bye-bye. Vickyís a good mommy.

Jamie: Yeah.

Amanda: Hi, Vicky.

Rachel: Oh, good. I was beginning to worry about you.

Amanda: Is Vicky all right?

Rachel: I guess so. Evan, is there something you want to see me about?

Amanda: Well, I brought him over. I thought it would be good to have another mind to help us sort out whatever Cass has to say.

Evan: Well, if you would prefer that I left --

Rachel: No, that's fine. I think it's a good idea. I'm glad you're here.

[Knock on door]

Rachel: Hi.

Cass: Hi, Rachel, I'm sorry I'm late.

Rachel: That's all right.

Cass: Is the family all inside?

Rachel: Yes, we're all here. Shall we go in? Everyone, Cass is here.

Josie: Matthew, I think I'd feel more comfortable if I waited in the den. Is that ok?

Matt: Yeah, ok.

Josie: Ok.

Cass: Well, I think the best thing to do is to just get to it. As you already know, I'm sure, there's a new will, which I believe to be legitimate. So, is everybody prepared for the reading?

Iris: We are now.

Rachel: Go on, Cass.

Cass: Very well. "The last will and testament of Mackenzie Cory." "I, Mackenzie Cory, do hereby make, publish, and declare this document to be my last will and testament." If you'd prefer, I'll skip to the heart of it.

Rachel: Yes, we would prefer.

Cass: And I assume that I can skip the bequests to sandy, Nancy, Adam, and Dennis?

Iris: Dennis?

Cass: Yes, talk to me later, Iris.

Iris: Certainly.

Cass: The first section that applies to anyone here concerns Ada. "To my dear, dear Ada, I leave my jazz collection, from the Dorsey brothers through Mr. Goodman, the duke and the count, and lady day all the way up to the great art Tatum and Miss Ella Fitz, including the absolute complete set of every song Sinatra ever sang. Happy listening, sweetheart. I also bequeath to Ada my share in the Paradise restaurant." And now, for the rest of the family.

Donna: I canít stand this. I would rather have you screaming at me.

Michael: Donít make this about me, Donna. You lied.

Donna: I haven't lied.

Michael: You're not telling the truth! There's more to this conversation between you and Jake than you're letting on.

Donna: I donít share your fondness for Jake, as you well know.

Michael: No, that's not it! There's more to it than that.

Donna: Not really.

Michael: Tell me.

Donna: It's not --

Michael: What is it?

Donna: Well, I'll -- I will --

Michael: When are you going to tell me, Donna? When? Tell me now. Try now. This moment.

Donna: Marley and Jakeís visits are difficult for Victoria.

Michael: Oh, really? Why?

Donna: Because she feels threatened by it.

Michael: Threatened?

Donna: She feels that -- that Marley is competing for Stevenís affection.

Michael: Ah. You're making this up.

Donna: No, I'm not. I'm not.

Michael: Come on, Donna. You're -- I -- competing for her affection? That -- that -- no, no, no, no!

Donna: I -- Michael, I --

Michael: What?

Donna: I agree with her, actually. I really --

Michael: What do you mean? That's the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard of.

Donna: Michael, I believe that Marleyís becoming too attached to a child that isnít hers.

Michael: It's her nephew.

Donna: I know it's her nephew, but it's -- still, she's becoming too attached.

Michael: Donna, Marley has been through a really rough time.

Donna: You donít have to point that out to me, Michael.

Michael: Well, she doesn't need our criticism, she needs our support.

Donna: I'm very supportive of Marley.

Michael: Oh, really? Have you supported her in adopting a baby? Why haven't you, Donna?

Donna: Well --

Michael: I'll tell you why. I know why. It's because of Jake, isnít it?

Donna: What are you talking about?

Michael: You donít want Marley to adopt a baby because it would signify that her relationship with Jake -- her marriage to Jake -- is permanent.

Donna: That's ridiculous!

Michael: Look, you make no secret of the fact that you donít like Jake. And now, you're taking it out on Marley!

Donna: That's not fair!

Michael: And Vicky -- Vicky -- the perfect Vicky canít do anything wrong because she married the perfect Dr. Jamie Frame!

Donna: Michael, I donít judge the girls that way.

Michael: Are you sure?

Donna: I love both of my daughters more than they know, and maybe more than you know!

Michael: All right, I'm sorry.

Donna: You should be sorry.

Michael: Just, I feel that Marley gets the -- the short end of the stick all the time.

Donna: Well, I'm not responsible for that.

Michael: I know, but sometimes you donít help matters, either.

Donna: Michael, let's not let the girls' problems become our problems. Please? Please?

Vicky: I could have sworn that I had more formula in this house.

Marley: Well, when was the last time that you bought formula for Steven?

Vicky: Well, I donít do the shopping, Bridget does, and she is always so organized.

Marley: Well, donít you ever check up to see if she's got enough food for him?

Vicky: Well, I never have the need to.

Marley: Why isnít he on solid foods yet?

Vicky: Because his pediatrician says that he doesn't need it until he's 6 months old.

Marley: Oh, and you haven't thought to question that?

Vicky: Why should I?

Marley: Well, because this is your son's food we're talking --

Vicky: You're right. This is my son, whom I will raise as I see fit!

Marley: Vicky, I was just trying to point out that we were --

Vicky: You were just trying to point out that I am not being a good mother to my son!

Marley: No, he was just all fussy all day, and I thought that maybe it was because he hadn't had enough food.

Vicky: Well, I donít need your advice! If you donít like the way I'm handling him, then get out!

Marley: Vicky, please, I'm not trying to be inconsiderate, I'm just concerned about Steven.

Vicky: About what? Does my kid look like he's starving?

Marley: No.

Vicky: He's a perfectly healthy, happy, well-fed child. And you've got a hell of a lot of nerve coming over here acting superior and trying to tell me when I make mistakes!

Marley: Oh, Vicky, I am so sorry. Please, I love coming over here. I'm sorry. I shouldnít have come down on you like that. I know you're a wonderful --

Vicky: All right, all right, just -- just forget it, ok?

Marley: Honey?

Jake: Marley and I had a great time watching Steven today. We both love him a great deal.

Vicky: Yeah. Yeah, I'll bet you do. Well, now I'm here, so you can both go home. Marley, thank you very much for your help, and I'll call you soon, ok?

Marley: Ok.

Vicky: Goodbye, Jake.

Jake: Yeah.

Marley: Goodbye.

[Door opens and closes]

Vicky: Jake Ė

Cass: "Dr. Jamie Frame, of whom I am so terribly proud --" basically, he set up a trust fund for you, Jamie. I donít think we need to discuss the figure. It's substantial. "And for his child --" this was written before Steven was born -- another trust fund, same amount. "Moreover, Jamie is to be the caretaker of the Cory family ring. It was crafted in Scotland and has been in the family for 200 years. If your child turns out to be a son, I hope you will pass it on to him. To Matthew Cory, my close friend and fishing companion, the cabin on crane lake where we spent so much time, some of the happiest days of my life, my son. Think of me when the sun rests on the tip of the pines."

Matt: When wonít I think of you?

Cass: A trust fund has also been set up for you, Matthew, the same as Stevenís and Jamieís. There are, of course, personal bequests to Rachel, Iris, and Amanda. But the next bequest concerns the bulk of Macís estate, his controlling interest in Cory Publishing. He has left the property as follows.

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