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Another World Transcript Tuesday 6/21/05

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Derek: Damn it.

Stacey: Well, someone's angry.

Derek: This isnít going to work.

Stacey: Why not?

Derek: I'm not going.

Stacey: Derek --

Derek: I know how to drive.

Stacey: Yeah, but that's not the point. You need a license to work at Frame Construction. I mean, legally, you canít even drive around the city streets.

Derek: I donít care about what's legal.

Stacey: Well, you have to. Now, you want to keep your job, donít you?

Derek: Look, I canít even get past this stupid form.

Stacey: What's the problem?

Derek: How can I take a test for my driver's license if I donít even exist? Now, answer that one, Stacey.

Frankie: I've got a line on Lucas.

Cass: What?

Frankie: Our Lucas is not as private as you might think.

Cass: What is all of this?

Frankie: Society columns, gossip papers.

Cass: Impeccable sources of information, Frankie.

Frankie: Do you want to hear what I found out or donít you?

Cass: Go ahead.

Frankie: It seems that our Lucas likes beautiful, sexy, and, most importantly, rich women.

Cass: Who doesn't?

Frankie: I'm talking heiresses here, princesses, models, actresses. You get it?

Cass: Nothing you're telling me is exactly late-breaking news.

Frankie: I am trying to establish a character profile here, Cass --

Cass: This isnít a character profile. Rich men date rich women. It's something that all men aspire to.

Frankie: Oh, duh. Tell me about it. Now, why do you think I stay in late Saturday nights giving myself mud packs?

Cass: I have much more work to do, Frankie. Maybe you should call it a day.

Frankie: Not that I should be surprised, but why are you so snarky tonight?

Cass: I'm not snarky tonight.

Frankie: Oh. The district attorney's report on Nicoleís self-defense plea, huh?

Cass: It looks like she could get off on probation.

Frankie: What?

Cass: That's what Zack is going to ask the judge to give her.

Frankie: Oh, I'm sorry, Cass, but that would be a real disaster.

[Footsteps]

Donna: Oh. It's good to see you working again.

Nicole: Oh, I was just looking through my sketchbook.

Donna: Can I take a look?

Nicole: Well --

Donna: I love your sketches. Oh, yes, look at this one. This was that costume ball that you did. Oh, this was so lovely.

Nicole: Oh, wait, wait. I worked very hard on that wedding dress.

Donna: Yes, you did. It was beautiful.

Nicole: I made one mistake, and I lost everything.

Donna: Nicole, you're going to be fine. We're both going to be fine. We are.

Nicole: Has Michael called?

Donna: No, but he will. Everything's going to be all right.

Nicole: How can you be so sure?

Donna: Because we love one another.

Nicole: Well, I thought because I loved Cass so much, I thought that that would bring us back together, but it hasnít.

Donna: Well, Michael and I have known one another since we were teenagers, and he's just being stubborn.

Nicole: Well, this --

Donna: Husbands and wives disagree all the time.

Nicole: Yes, but, Donna, this has been going on for a few days, hasn't it?

Donna: Yes, it has, but I'm not going to let it go on for much longer. I'm going to straighten this thing out with Michael no matter what I have to do.

[Door slams]

Amanda: Hi. You all right?

Rachel: Yes, of course I'm all right.

Amanda: Why did you want me to come home from work early?

Rachel: Well, I have something I want to discuss with you.

Amanda: Oh. Business?

Rachel: No. Sam.

Amanda: Sam? What are you doing here?

Iris: Hello, Amanda. How are you?

Rachel: Iris, I heard you were back.

Iris: Yes. I wanted to talk to you.

Amanda: This really isnít a very good time, Iris. My mother just got back --

Iris: I realize that. That's why I'm here. I wanted to know what happened in Maine.

Rachel: Nothing happened.

Iris: Well, Hilda told Vivien that you suspected something.

Amanda: Well, then Hilda better get her story straight.

Iris: Rachel, please. I have to know. Is there something strange about the way Daddy died?

Stacey: Well, what do you mean, you donít exist?

Derek: Look at this thing. "Previous place of residence" and "last employer."

Stacey: You canít answer either of those?

Derek: Until I got here, I was never in one place long enough to have a residence. And I never had a job where I knew my boss' last name.

Stacey: Well, look, that's ok. We'll just -- we'll stretch the truth a little bit, that's all.

Derek: How?

Stacey: I'm a lawyer, remember? Red tape is my specialty.

Derek: Since when do you bend the rules?

Stacey: I donít know. Since now.

Derek: I donít want to get you into any trouble.

Stacey: Trust me.

Derek: I do.

Stacey: Good. Then we'd better get down to the bureau quickly before it closes.

Derek: I hate this, you know?

Stacey: Yeah, I know, but do you want to keep your job?

Derek: Yeah.

Stacey: Good, then it's the only shot we have. You let me handle everything, and it'll be a snap. As of today, my friend, you are going to exist. Let's go.

Derek: Ok.

Frankie: Go ahead.

Cass: Go ahead and what?

Frankie: Bite my head off.

Cass: Why would I do that?

Frankie: Because I said it would be a disaster if Nicole got off on probation.

Cass: You're entitled to your own opinion.

Frankie: Since when?

Cass: And you have been through a lot lately, what with the cherry bomb and getting chloroformed over at Iris' penthouse.

Frankie: What is that supposed to mean?

Cass: Well, you need somebody to blame, so you're blaming Nicole. It's understandable.

Frankie: Look, donít you psychoanalyze me, ok?

Cass: Why are you so hell-bent on getting Nicole sent to prison?

Frankie: Maybe not prison. Maybe --

Cass: Then where?

Frankie: A hospital!

Cass: With rubber rooms, you mean?

Frankie: She needs help, Cass.

Cass: I know she needs help!

Frankie: Well?

Cass: Michael and Donna will see to it that she gets it.

Frankie: She killed my Uncle.

Cass: In self-defense!

Frankie: Look, something is wrong with her, Cass. Something is really wrong. Look, I know it hurts you to hear that, but I happen to believe that it's true.

Cass: I just donít want to see her suffer anymore.

Frankie: I'm sorry. I --

Cass: Forget it.

Frankie: No. I always say the wrong thing to you.

Cass: Yes, you do.

Frankie: Where are you going?

Cass: I have a meeting with Mitch over at Tops.

Frankie: About what?

Cass: Lucas.

Frankie: Oh. I'm coming.

Cass: No, you're not.

Frankie: Well, it's my investigation.

Cass: Since when?

Frankie: Who's done all the legwork?

Cass: Yeah, and you're lucky you're still walking, too. I donít know if I have enough insurance coverage on you, Frankie.

Frankie: Oh, look, ok, I admit it, I'm a little accident prone, but what could happen to me at an elegant dinner in a fancy restaurant with you there?

Cass: Oh. With you, Frankie, the possibilities absolutely boggle my mind.

Frankie: Oh, come on. I'm hungry.

Cass: The oysters Rockefeller could blow up in your face.

Frankie: You're not being fair.

Cass: The champagne cork could enter one ear and out the other.

Frankie: Oh, very funny.

Cass: Ok. If -- and I mean if someone is really following you, I just want you to be careful.

Frankie: Well, great. Take me with you then.

Cass: No, this person that's following you -- if he's connected to Lucas, how is it going to look if you meet with me and Feliciaís husband?

Frankie: You're right.

Cass: Hey. I know how hard that was for you.

Frankie: So what do you expect me to do here?

Cass: File, and I'm not talking about your fingernails.

Frankie: Oh, this is ridiculous.

Cass: Actually, I'm expecting a courier from the airport and I need someone to be here.

Frankie: Ah. Truth will out.

Cass: I will call and make sure that the package arrived, ok?

Frankie: Ooh, how exciting for both of us.

Cass: Try not to break anything?

Frankie: I hate this, Winthrop.

Cass: And stay put until the courier arrives with that package. In fact, after I call, I'll pick you up and take you home.

Frankie: Well, gee, thanks. And what am I supposed to do for supper?

Cass: Order a pizza.

Frankie: Oh, while you are having fancy food over at Tops.

Cass: Try not to be so paranoid.

Frankie: Well, look who's talking about paranoid!

Cass: I mean about Nicole.

Frankie: Look, Cass, it's just --

Cass: Bye, Frankie. Have a nice evening.

Donna: Hi. Glad you're home.

Michael: Well, Nicole, how are you feeling?

Nicole: I feel all right.

Michael: I talked to Zack.

Nicole: About what?

Michael: About your case. He seems to feel very confident that he can get you off without any jail term at all.

Donna: That's wonderful.

Nicole: We'll see.

Michael: I also talked to Cass.

Nicole: What?

Michael: Honey, he's very, very concerned about you.

Nicole: Oh, no, he's not.

Donna: Michael?

Michael: We talked a little, and, Nicole, we feel that it would be really good for you to have someone that you could talk to about everything. We'd like to get someone for you.

Donna: No. Michael?

Nicole: No. I donít want to talk about what happened with you or with anyone else.

Michael: Donna, she's got to get this out in the open.

Nicole: Donít talk about me like I'm not here.

Donna: Nicole, we're not doing that. It's just that we --

Nicole: Just leave me alone!

Donna: What's the matter with you?

Michael: What's the matter with me? We talked about this. We agreed she should get some professional help.

Donna: We didnít agree that you would go marching in and talk to Cass and then come in here and blurt it all out to Nicole.

Michael: Well, Cass needs to know. What am I going to do, lie?

Donna: That's not fair, Michael.

Michael: Hey, that's what you meant, isnít it? I mean, we're just supposed to pretend like none of this is happening, right, and then we're just supposed to dance all the way through it? Is that right?

Donna: I'm going to go upstairs and try to calm down my sister.

Michael: Ah.

Mitch: Lucas.

Lucas: Mitch, what a pleasant surprise.

Mitch: I see you've made yourself at home.

Lucas: You donít mind, do you?

Mitch: Well, do you always bring your business to the dinner table?

Lucas: Have you met my assistant, Catherine?

Catherine: Hello.

Mitch: Hello.

Lucas: Mitch Blake. Couldn't get a thing done without her.

Mitch: Can we talk for a minute?

Lucas: Could you ask the maitre d' if that package has come yet? Join me.

Mitch: Does Felicia know you're here?

Lucas: Should she?

Mitch: Well, it is her restaurant.

Lucas: I know. It's very nice.

Mitch: Why are you here?

Lucas: I'm waiting for R.B. Palmer to call.

Mitch: The man who supposedly handled the adoption?

Lucas: He handled it. I'm waiting to see if anything breaks.

Mitch: I'm not so sure about him.

Lucas: He's the best lead we've had so far, Mitch.

Mitch: I know, but he's old and even he himself admits that his memory's not that good.

Lucas: He'll come through.

Mitch: And what makes you think so?

Lucas: Maybe you donít seem to understand, Mitch. We're talking about my daughter.

Mitch: I do understand, but I donít want to see Felicia hurt on some wild-goose chase.

Lucas: Hurt by finding her daughter?

Mitch: She's had a lot of disappointments, and I donít want to see her hurt by false hopes.

Lucas: I'm trying to give your wife something she's been missing for the last 23 years.

Mitch: I donít think you know how hard this has been on her, Lucas.

Lucas: By finding her daughter alive?

Mitch: According to you.

Catherine: Lucas, Palmer's on the phone. Do you want --

Lucas: I'll get it. This could be it. We could find her.

Iris: Are you sure there was nothing else?

Rachel: No, Iris. What are you expecting?

Iris: I donít know. So he just -- he just died, hmm?

Amanda: Yes.

Iris: Those people you spoke to -- did they say whether he mentioned me?

Amanda: You are unbelievable.

Iris: If I could just know that he forgave me.

Amanda: Why would he have, Iris?

Rachel: Please, Amanda. He just went up there, Iris, to walk on a beach and to fish and to read.

Iris: Oh, dear Daddy.

Rachel: He sent me the swan. It arrived after he died.

Iris: Well -- it's an odd sort of gift to have been his last one.

Amanda: Canít you see that this is difficult for her?

Iris: Yes, Amanda, but I need to know about my father's last days.

Amanda: His last days could have been with us if it wasn't for you.

Rachel: Oh, please, both of you, stop the bickering. This would have made your father miserable.

Iris: Yes, you're right, Rachel. I think it's time the three of us came to an understanding.

Amanda: What sort of understanding?

Iris: In respect for Daddy's memory. What about a truce?

Amanda: Exactly what do you have in mind?

Iris: We're family. I donít want to lose that, in spite of everything.

Rachel: Well, we have some things we have to work out, Iris.

Iris: Well, I understand that, and I think I know where to begin.

Amanda: Cory Publishing, right?

Iris: Of course.

Amanda: I knew it. You donít give a damn about anything except getting your hands on the company.

Iris: Do I have to remind you that we are equal partners?

Amanda: I'm sure my father didnít want that.

Iris: Your father? He was our father, Amanda, and no amount of wishing is going to stop that.

Rachel: What is your idea, Iris?

Iris: Well, the company is in limbo.

Amanda: Mother and I are taking care of everything.

Iris: Yes, but you need my help. I know how well intentioned you both are, but you do have to admit that neither of you have the field experience that I do.

Rachel: What's your idea, Iris?

Iris: I would like to be made an officer of the company again.

Amanda: Sorry, Iris.

Iris: I have as much right as either of you.

Rachel: I donít think I can go along with that, Iris.

Iris: What?

Rachel: I canít work with someone I canít trust.

Iris: Look, I came here to make peace.

Amanda: You came here for information.

Iris: You two running Cory Publishing?

Rachel: That's right, Iris.

Iris: Oh. I'm not going to stand by and let my father's company be ruined by a child and a semi-successful sculptress in a business suit.

Rachel: Are you through?

Iris: No. You have never wanted me to be part of this family, never.

Rachel: Yes, I have, Iris. I've tried and tried and tried to make you part of this family, and you make me regret it every time I do that. I canít do that anymore. I just wonít.

Iris: Is this your final answer?

Rachel: Mm-hmm.

Iris: "Mm-hmm." Well, this is not a closed issue.

Rachel: It is as far as I'm concerned.

Iris: I'll see you both at the next board meeting. Then we'll see who's in charge.

Lucas: Whew.

Mitch: So what did he say?

Lucas: Where's Felicia? We need to talk.

Mitch: You can talk to me.

Lucas: Not until I speak to her.

Mitch: Look, anything you need to say to her you can say to me.

Cass: Hello, Mitch.

Mitch: Cass Winthrop, this is Lucas.

Cass: I've heard a lot about you.

Lucas: That's funny. I haven't heard anything about you.

Mitch: Cass is Feliciaís good friend and lawyer.

Lucas: Are you?

Mitch: Lucas just got some information on Feliciaís daughter.

Cass: Really?

Lucas: Yeah. I got the phone number of the woman who adopted her.

Mitch: If it's reliable.

Lucas: That's what I have to find out. Catherine, check this number out for me, please.

[Catherine whispers]

Lucas: I'd love to just sit and chat, but we have work to do.

Cass: Why donít we sit over at the bar, Mitch?

Mitch: Just do it right, Lucas.

Lucas: If I want your advice, I'll ask for it.

Cass: Blunt fellow.

Mitch: Yes, I think he has a charm school franchise.

Cass: Well, do you think he really found Feliciaís daughter?

Mitch: I donít know, but I hope so.

Cass: But?

Mitch: I donít believe a lot that he has to say.

Cass: Well, he must be sincere about finding his daughter.

Mitch: Maybe.

Cass: I've checked him out. He's so clean he squeaks.

Mitch: Yes, I know. That's what bothers me.

Cass: Did you take the job with Iris?

Mitch: Yeah, yeah. At least I can keep an eye on him.

Cass: Does he suspect anything?

Mitch: I donít know. I donít care.

Cass: Well, you'd better care, and be careful. This guy is slick.

Mitch: Look, I'm not going to let him get any closer to Felicia than is absolutely necessary. They might have a child together, but he's not going to use that to get to her.

Mitch: The sooner he knows that the better.

Stacey: Ok. Are you sure you're clear on everything?

Derek: It's not a spy movie, Stacey. I'm just trying to get a driver's license.

Stacey: I know, but do you want me to go over the details again?

Derek: I think I got it. Ok, here goes.

Stacey: Ahem.

Woman: Two forms of I.D.

Derek: I.D.?

Woman: Yeah, a birth certificate, passport, social security card, electricity bill.

Stacey: He's an orphan.

Woman: So?

Stacey: Well, he doesn't have any papers. He grew up in an orphanage and -- and the place burned down. All his papers went up in smoke. It was a terrible thing.

Woman: He canít take the written test without proper identification.

Stacey: Wait a second. He has his rights. He needs a license to keep his job. This is America, for God's sakes.

Woman: It's un-American to have a utility bill?

Derek: Just forget it, ok?

Stacey: No, wait a second. This thing must have happened before. Surely you have some way to just kind of bend the rules a little.

Woman: Who are you anyway? Who?

Stacey: Me?

Woman: Are you his legal guardian or something?

Stacey: No. I'm his lawyer.

Woman: Well, this is a first. He hasn't got a stitch of I.D., but he's got a lawyer?

Stacey: Somebody stole his wallet.

Woman: Uh-huh. Well, I thought you said that he had no papers on account of the orphanage.

Stacey: That's right. I did say that. He -- he doesn't have papers now. He used to have papers. The state reissued papers to him, and that very day someone mugged him. You can see we have a definite type of problem here.

Woman: I can see that, all right.

Derek: Look, do you think that there's anything you can do to help me out, please?

Woman: Well, I could speak to the office manager.

Stacey: Oh, that would be great.

Woman: And I'm not guaranteeing it.

Derek: It's ok.

Stacey: That's ok. You've been helpful enough as it is.

Woman: Wait here. He may be gone already.

Stacey: Hmm.

Woman: We close in 20 minutes.

Stacey: Thanks. Oh, my God -- oh. I canít believe what I just did.

Derek: What?

Stacey: I lied to that lady.

Derek: Yeah, several times.

Stacey: I know, but you know that's not like me. I mean, I never do those kind of things.

Derek: Yeah -- "mugged"? Hey, at least it worked -- I think.

Stacey: Well, I think. And that earnest look in those blue eyes of yours didnít hurt, either.

Derek: Stacey --

[Stacey gasps]

Stacey: I just pulled a con. I pulled an official con. Cass would be psyched about this.

Derek: Oh, that's just great.

Stacey: Hey, you made me do it. I didnít want to.

Derek: I made you lie, huh?

Stacey: No. You just made me see the other side to things.

Derek: Yeah?

Amanda: Is she threatening us?

Rachel: Let's forget about Iris for a minute. I want to talk to you about Sam.

Amanda: What about him?

Rachel: How does Sam feel about your friendship with Evan?

Amanda: What brought this on?

Rachel: I talked to Sam. He doesn't seem very happy.

Amanda: Well, he wasn't really all that excited about moving in here.

Rachel: Amanda, I told you to discuss this move with him.

Amanda: Well, I did. Mom, you know Sam. He's just moody, that's all. Really, he wants to be here now. Everything's all right.

Rachel: All right. Getting back to the first question --

Amanda: What?

Rachel: Sam resents Evan, Amanda.

Amanda: Ok. You're right, he does.

Rachel: Why?

Amanda: I rely on Evan for business, that's all.

Rachel: Have you told Sam that?

Amanda: Yes, of course. I told him several times.

Rachel: Honey, I know you're throwing yourself into work at Cory Publishing because it helps make you feel close to your father.

Amanda: Right, it does.

Rachel: But, honey, donít neglect your husband or your family because of that.

Amanda: No, I wonít.

Rachel: Donít forget what's really important, ok? Donít make that mistake.

Iris: I mean, really, can you believe the nerve of those women? Especially since they're totally incompetent.

Lucas: My table is right over here.

Iris: Great. Well, they've got no idea what a fight they're in for, not by a long shot.

Lucas: You know, it seems that Rachel Cory is as much of a fighter as your father was.

Iris: Donít be silly. Rachel couldn't hold a candle to Daddy. She's pathetic.

Lucas: Hmm. Menu?

Iris: No, thank you. Hmm. Her eyes are nearly going to pop out of her head when I announce to the board about "Sophisticate" and the fresh faces campaign. Rachel and Amanda wonít know what hit them.

Lucas: You are sure of yourself.

Iris: Yes, of course.

Lucas: Hmm. When's the meeting?

Iris: Within the month.

Lucas: Oh, well, we better get to work or we wonít have anything to announce.

Iris: Are you ready to burn the midnight oil with me?

Lucas: Whatever it takes. Oh, I ran into Cass Winthrop.

Iris: How unfortunate for you.

Lucas: He's still sitting at the bar.

Iris: Really? Well, if you could just excuse me for one tiny minute.

Iris: Drinking alone, Cass?

Cass: No, not that it's any business of yours.

Iris: I want you to know that I am aware that it was you who sent your little detective friend to my penthouse.

Cass: Who, Frankie? No.

Iris: I could press charges, you know, for trespassing, breaking and entering, and art theft.

Cass: She was chloroformed in your apartment, Iris. I donít think you want me to get into that, do you?

Iris: You know, you've been after me since Jason died. It's so nice to have the shoe on the other foot.

Cass: You were a prime suspect.

Iris: But we really know who killed him, donít we?

Cass: Let it alone, Iris.

Iris: It's hard to face your own failures, isnít it?

Cass: Why donít you crawl back underneath your rock, Iris.

Iris: Oh, I just adore you, Cass.

Cass: And that thrills me no end.

Iris: Particularly as you are responsible for destroying my relationship with my father.

Cass: You were the chief. If I hadn't exposed you, someone else would have.

Iris: His last thoughts of me were painful ones. I will never, ever forgive you for that.

Cass: That's up to you.

Iris: You know, the only justice in all of this is that it's ruined your life, too. You were so ready to pin the blame on everybody else in town. You couldn't even see that the truth was lying right there next to you in bed every night.

Cass: At least I wasn't sleeping alone. How long has it been for you, honey?

Iris: I just hope you hurt as much as I have. Sleep tight.

[Rock music plays]

Singer: Wild thing

[Knock on door]

Frankie: It's open!

Singer: You make my heart sing

Frankie: Mr. Hudson.

Singer: You make everything

Michael: Frankie --

[Music stops]

Frankie: What can I do for you?

Michael: I was wondering if Cass was here.

Frankie: Oh, he's at a business meeting.

Michael: Oh. I should have called before I came. I knew it.

Frankie: No, it's ok. I'm grounded. Is there anything that I can do for you?

Michael: "Grounded"?

Frankie: Well, I think I'm being followed, so Cass wants me to stay put.

Michael: Who do you think might be following you?

Frankie: It could be anybody. I'm working on a lot of sensitive cases.

Michael: Really? Like what?

Frankie: You donít want to know. It's really not that interesting unless --

Michael: No, I really would like to know. You can level with me. Come on.

Frankie: I have this theory and Cass thinks I'm crazy --

Michael: Just say it.

Frankie: You know what I'm talking about, donít you?

Michael: I'm worried about Nicole.

Frankie: I could be wrong, you know.

Michael: Do you have any proof?

Frankie: No, but I have a plan.

Michael: Well, what's your plan?

Frankie: Look, I donít want to hurt her or Cass or your family, Mr. Hudson.

Michael: Look, I think Nicole needs help.

Frankie: Well, so do I.

Michael: So tell me your plan.

Frankie: If you could let it slip to her that I'm working here alone late tonight, then --

Michael: Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Wait a minute -- no.

Frankie: I mean, if it is her, she will come here and I can tape-record the whole thing. Maybe we can get your sister-in-law the help she really needs.

Michael: I'm sorry. I wonít help you with that.

Frankie: I thought you said you believed me.

Michael: I do believe you. But I think it's a very foolish plan, and I think it's dangerous.

Frankie: Mr. Hudson, I'm a professional. I can handle this.

Michael: I donít know about that, Frankie. I donít know.

Frankie: Oh, my God.

Rachel: Thank you for coming over.

Mitch: Felicia told me that you got back from Maine. Did the trip help?

Rachel: I donít know yet.

Mitch: I spoke with Matthew.

Rachel: Yes. He's determined to stay in New York city until he finds Josie.

Mitch: I know.

Rachel: I wish he were home.

Mitch: Look, if you want him home, I'll get him. I'll see that he's home.

Rachel: No, it's all right. He loves Josie very much. I think looking for her helps. It helps take his mind off of Mac.

Mitch: Is there anything that I can do?

Rachel: Thank you for asking.

Mitch: Well, I've been thinking of you.

Rachel: Have you?

Mitch: Our lives donít always turn out the way we think they might have.

Rachel: No, I suppose not.

Mitch: You know, Felicia just found out her daughter might be alive.

Rachel: I know. That's wonderful.

Mitch: It reminded me that when you have a child with someone, no matter how much time passes or how different lives become, you're always connected with that person.

Rachel: Our lives have really come full circle, haven't they?

Mitch: Look, I just wanted you to know if you need me I'm here. I always have been. But since Mac died -- well, it's even more so.

Rachel: Thank you.

Mitch: You and Mac belonged together. You always did. I just often thought that if you and Matthew had joined me in California that --

Rachel: Oh, let's not speculate about that.

Mitch: Things would have been different. We might have been together.

Stacey: I canít believe we did it.

Derek: Yeah, I canít either, but it looks like I'm going to get my license.

Stacey: Mm-hmm.

Derek: Yeah.

Stacey: So what was this form she gave you?

Derek: This is the last one before the written exam.

Stacey: Boy, I forgot how much paperwork was involved in all this.

Derek: Yeah, it keeps asking all the same questions, though.

Stacey: So who was your last employer?

Derek: It doesn't matter. I was never on the books anyway, and I always got paid in cash.

Stacey: Well, then you just write down any name you want.

Derek: Do you have any idea how different this is for me?

Stacey: I think so.

Derek: Strange. Yeah. You know, I was always, like, alone, and I never made any friends. And if somebody got too close, I'd leave, wherever I was. This is very different.

Stacey: Do you hate it?

Derek: No. You know, I feel like I'm --

Stacey: Like you're what?

Derek: I feel like I'm home. Except there's one question here I really canít answer.

Stacey: Which one?

Derek: Date of birth.

Stacey: Oh, come on. You donít know your birthday?

Derek: No, I just know it was sometime in the middle of the summer. I donít know when.

Stacey: Well, we've played God all day long today. What about one more teeny little creation? Today, your birthday.

Derek: It's ok --

Stacey: All right. July 19?

Derek: I like it.

Stacey: All right. Happy birthday, Derek.

Donna: I hope you're pleased with yourself. Nicoleís very upset.

Michael: I'm well aware of that.

Donna: This is a very delicate situation, Michael.

Michael: Donna, I'm aware of that, too. I got the name of a doctor, a very good psychiatrist, and I think you and I ought to call him tomorrow and make an appointment for Nicole.

Donna: Tomorrow?

Michael: Yes. Look, I donít want to waste time here.

Donna: Canít we just wait for a few days and see how she does?

Michael: Donna, what do you mean, see how she does? This is not going to get any better. Donna, you're not going to be able to just sweep Nicoleís problem under the rug.

Donna: Michael --

Nicole: What are you two talking about?

Donna: Darling, we're just trying to figure out a way to help you through this crisis.

Nicole: You both think I've lost it, donít you?

Michael: No. We care about you. Now, there is something we have to talk about.

Nicole: What?

Michael: I have the name of a very good doctor.

Nicole: A shrink?

Michael: He's just someone for you to talk to.

Nicole: Is your life so perfect, Michael?

Michael: What?

Nicole: You're sleeping in the guest room. You have no control over your wife or your daughters.

Donna: Nicole --

Nicole: And you have the nerve to tell me that I'm the one who needs help here.

Michael: Would you like to sit down and talk about this?

Nicole: You've probably found someone else, too, right?

Donna: Nicole, stop this! Not now!

Nicole: Donna, donít be blind. He's just like Cass. All men are the same. The only thing they care about is --

Michael: That's enough! I'm trying to help you. If you want to talk to me civilly, I will be upstairs.

Donna: Michael --

Nicole: Donít look at me like that.

[Phone rings]

Nicole: I'll get it. Well, go on upstairs and apologize for me. That's what you want to do, right?

[Ring]

Nicole: Hello.

Frankie: Nicole? Hi. This is Frankie Frame.

Nicole: Hello.

Frankie: I wanted to let you know that I'm working alone late tonight in the office. I know that you have a few things here that you might want, and I thought maybe it would be a good time for you to come and pick them up. You see, we're moving offices in a few days, and I seem to -- I guess that means you'll be right over.

Amanda: Ahem. Hello, Mitch.

Mitch: Hi, Amanda. How are you doing?

Amanda: Good. Samís in the studio, if you want to go say hello to him.

Mitch: No, no, I donít want to bother him.

Amanda: Well, weren't you kind of tired?

Rachel: No.

Mitch: Look, I guess I should be going.

Amanda: Look, I'm sorry. I didnít mean to --

Mitch: No, that's ok. I just wanted to see how you were doing.

Amanda: I've got to go check on Alli. I'll tell Sam you stopped by.

Rachel: Sorry about that. She's getting a bit overprotective in her old age.

Mitch: That's ok. You're lucky to have your family to lean on.

Rachel: Yeah, and my friends. So tell me, have you met the man that is the father of Feliciaís child?

Mitch: Yes, I have.

Rachel: What's he like?

Mitch: Actually, you've met him.

Rachel: No, I havenít.

Mitch: Yes. Lucas.

Rachel: Lucas?

Iris: Rachel has always had it in for me.

Lucas: I find that hard to believe.

Iris: Well, she wanted my father all to herself. She never really wanted me in the family. She did everything she could to try and exclude me.

Lucas: She doesn't strike me as that kind of a woman.

Iris: Well, when you meet her, you'll see what I mean.

Lucas: I have met her.

Iris: What?

Lucas: I found her quite charming, actually.

Iris: Lucas, what's your little game?

Lucas: "Game"?

Iris: I demand complete loyalty from everybody who works for me. Now you tell me you've been talking to Rachel?

Lucas: Calm down.

Iris: I will not calm down. I want to know what's going on.

Lucas: I told you, I donít take orders from anybody.

Iris: Listen, first of all, you told me you've been involved with Felicia Gallant. Now you tell me you're talking to the only woman who's ever tried to ruin my life. What the hell are you up to?

Michael: Anyway, thank you for coming over.

Cass: I canít believe Frankie gave you that garbage about Nicole.

Michael: I'm afraid it's not garbage.

Cass: What do you mean?

Michael: I found that in Nicoleís sketchbook.

Cass: Did you show this to Frankie?

Michael: Absolutely. Frankie had some crazy idea about trying to lure Nicole over the office and then confronting her and taping the whole thing.

Cass: That's Frankie, all right.

Michael: So anyway, I showed her this and talked her out of it.

Cass: Good. You remember the night you came over to my place and Frankie was there?

Michael: Yeah, July 4.

Cass: Right, the night that the cherry bomb was thrown into her car.

Michael: Wait a minute. You donít think Nicole --

Cass: I didnít, but now I donít know. There was a red x painted on my bedroom door that night. When I confronted Nicole about that, she admitted that she had done it.

Michael: She admitted it? She's in worse shape than I thought. I'd better get her. I --

Donna: She's not here.

Michael: What?

Donna: I picked up the telephone before when she answered it, and it was Frankie.

Cass: Oh, my God.

Donna: She had gone before I had time to come downstairs. You donít think that she went up --

Cass: Do you need this?

Michael: No.

Cass: I got to get over there.

[Door opens]

Frankie: That was fast.

Nicole: I guess you didnít get my message to stay out of my life.

Frankie: Message?

Nicole: You just canít leave well enough alone, can you? You ruined my life. You make everyone that I love hate me.

Frankie: No, I never meant to do that.

Nicole: But now you have to have everything, donít you? You want to steal Cass away from me.

Frankie: No, you're wrong, Nicole. I have no interest in Cass.

Nicole: Donít lie to me.

Frankie: And even if I did, the guy hates my guts.

Nicole: You just want to run me out of town. You just want to see me locked up in a jail cell --

Frankie: No, I --

Nicole: For the rest of my life.

Frankie: I know that you donít want to hurt me, Nicole.

Nicole: That's where you're wrong.

Frankie: No, I know that you donít mean that.

Nicole: No, I'm afraid I do. After all, you've seen to it I have nothing to lose.

Rachel: Lucas?

Mitch: Yes, I heard that you had met him.

Rachel: Yes, he came by. He said he knew Mac. He came to offer condolences.

Mitch: He knew Mac?

Rachel: What do you know about him?

Mitch: I know that he's working for Iris.

Rachel: Iris?

Mitch: Yes, on her new magazine idea.

Rachel: Oh, brother. I've got to find out about this.

Mitch: Wait, Rachel, wait a minute, wait, wait. Look, donít jump into this, not now, not -- just donít get involved.

Rachel: Thank you for telling me what you know.

Mitch: I'll stay in touch.

Rachel: All right. Thanks for coming over.

Lucas' voice: I met Mac years ago in Caracas. We invested in the same oil venture. It was very profitable. I spoke to Mac the night before he died.

Rachel: Yes, this is Rachel Cory. I would like to leave a message for Lucas. Yes. Would you ask him to call me as soon as he can? Thank you.

Iris: Donít you walk out on me.

Lucas: I told you I wanted to get some air. You're welcome to join me if you like.

Iris: And I told you I want to know what you're planning to do.

Lucas: "Do"?

Iris: Yes, about Rachel. I do not want you talking to her again.

Lucas: What a beautiful evening. Look how the sky changes colors as it reaches the bay.

Iris: Lucas, if you're going to work for me, I need to know that I can trust you.

Catherine: Lucas, we found her.

Lucas: What?

Catherine: Your daughter. Her name is Susan Miller.

Lucas: I've got to go, Iris.

Iris: Lucas?

Iris: Oh.

Stacey: Ta-da! I thought you would never get here!

Derek: How did you -- how did you do this so fast?

Stacey: Well, I'm a woman of many secrets, you know.

Derek: Yeah. Well, that's -- that's great.

Stacey: I'm on. Make a wish. And donít think about waiting for me to sing "happy birthday," because you'd be running out of here screaming, so go ahead, blow.

Derek: How many candles are on this thing?

Stacey: Enough.

Derek: What do I wish for?

Stacey: Anything you want. All right!

Derek: That was fun.

Stacey: What'd you wish for?

Derek: Oh, I canít tell you. It wonít come true.

Stacey: No, come on. It will.

Derek: I wished for you to sing me "happy birthday."

Stacey: Oh, no way.

Derek: Come on. You donít sing, huh?

Stacey: Uh-uh. What do you think?

Derek: It's pretty good.

Frankie: Nicole, why donít we calm down? We'll have a seat and we'll talk this --

Nicole: I guess fireworks donít scare you.

Frankie: That was you. You threw that cherry bomb.

Nicole: You hurt me.

Frankie: No, I never meant to do that, Nicole. I was just trying to find out the truth about my Uncle Jasonís death, that's all.

Nicole: And because of that animal I've lost everything -- my mother, Cass, my friends.

Frankie: Wait, wait, wait --

Nicole: You canít just destroy someone's life and then stand back and laugh while you watch them fall apart.

Frankie: I'm not doing that, Nicole. I swear.

Nicole: You are just like him.

Nicole: Cass.

Cass: Frankie, leave us alone.

Frankie: Cass, you shouldnít --

Cass: Please, Frankie, leave us.

Cass: Nicole, what are you doing here? Answer me.

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