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Another World Transcript Monday 7/4/05

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[Stacey sighs]

[Phone rings]

Stacey: Well, I've been stood up.

Derek: Orange juice.

Felicia: All right, what do you really think? You think it's a good topic for the show?

Woman: I think it's a wonderful idea.

Felicia: Producers aren't supposed to be that agreeable, you know that.

Woman: I keep on telling you I'm a saint.

Felicia: Yeah, that's true, I think. Anyway, maybe some adopted kids will find their real parents.

Woman: And maybe you'll find your daughter.

Felicia: Wouldnít that be nice? Listen, Sally, is that it?

Sally: I think so.

Felicia: Great. There's someone I really have to talk to. I'll come by the office in the morning, all right?

Sally: We'll get started on the research right away.

Felicia: You're a doll. Thanks so much. Hey, good-looking.

Derek: Hi, Fanny.

Felicia: You didnít tell me you were coming here.

Derek: Is it ok?

Felicia: No, of course it's ok. If you'd have called me, though, I would've made sure you had the best seat in the house.

Derek: It was kind of a last-minute decision.

Felicia: What are you drinking?

Derek: Orange juice.

Felicia: Ah, orange juice. Very healthy. Hey. What's the matter?

Derek: Nothing.

Felicia: Derek, I thought we were friends.

Derek: You know we are.

Felicia: Well, then tell me why you're sitting here drowning your sorrows in orange juice.

Derek: Maybe I should go. I donít fit in here.

Felicia: Oh, come on, that's not what I meant and you know it. You keep everything inside yourself, and I know it makes you crazy. You trust me? I know you do.

Derek: I do.

Felicia: Ok, then tell me what it is. Let me help you for a change.

Derek: Fanny, somebody I care about lied to me, and I canít ever trust her again.

Ada: Ah. Thought I heard you come in. Hi.

Rachel: Hi, Mom.

Ada: Homework?

Rachel: Yeah, I just canít seem to keep up.

Ada: You will.

Rachel: Is Hilda making dinner?

Ada: She's got a quiche in the oven that smells sensational. I asked her what was in it and she wouldnít tell me. I think maybe it's ground-up clamshells and peat moss. What do you think? Hello there? Rachel?

Rachel: What? Sorry.

Ada: You haven't heard a word I said.

Rachel: Yeah, yeah, we've got a quiche in the oven.

Ada: What's the matter?

Rachel: Nothing. I'm just tired, that's all.

Ada: Something happen at the office?

Rachel: I thought I saw Mac today.

Vicky: Why are you dressed?

Jamie: It's a little bit early for bed, donít you think?

Vicky: Mm-hmm. That's why I was going to bring you some dinner later in bed.

Jamie: No. No, no can do.

Vicky: Oh, Jamie, what's the matter?

Jamie: Nothing.

Vicky: Come on. Come to bed with me. Donít let this night end.

Jamie: Vicky, Vicky, we should never have done that.

Vicky: What are you talking about? We made love like we used to. You told me you wanted me.

Jamie: I did.

Vicky: Well, then why --

Jamie: But it's never going to happen again. I wonít let it.

Vicky: You wonít "let it"? What are you going to do to us, Jamie?

Felicia: You talk in absolutes, my friend, you know that?

Derek: Somebody else told me that once.

Felicia: Who? The person that you can never trust again?

Derek: So tell me about this TV thing you're doing.

Felicia: You're changing the subject.

Derek: Yes, I am.

Felicia: Ok. All right. I'd like to do a show on parents who had to give away their children for adoption.

Derek: Like you?

Felicia: Yeah, like me.

Derek: Did Lucas get any more information about your daughter?

Felicia: Actually, we thought we found her a day ago, but it was a false alarm.

Derek: I'm sorry.

Felicia: Yeah. But he's very determined.

Derek: I get the feeling.

Felicia: He's changed a lot, Derek.

Derek: He wears a suit all the time.

Felicia: Yes, he does. But more importantly, he's become bitter.

Derek: Time changes people, Fanny -- not always for the better.

Felicia: Yeah, but look at you.

Derek: What about me?

Felicia: You're just as sweet as you were when you lived at Gold Street.

Derek: Stop it.

Felicia: You are, I mean it.

Derek: You didnít change.

Felicia: Really?

Derek: Well, two things -- you're prettier now than you were then, and now you donít seem so tall.

Jake: Give me a shot of tequila, salt and a lemon.

Derek: It's true.

Felicia: Is there a sign outside that says "angry young men, all you can drink for a dollar"?

Derek: Everybody's got problems, I guess.

Felicia: Yeah.

Jake: Same thing.

Felicia: Ooh.

Derek: Damn.

Michael: So where's Jake?

Marley: Out.

Donna: Where'd he go?

Marley: I donít know, Donna.

Donna: I'm sorry. I didnít mean to pry.

Marley: What are you doing here?

Michael: We were worried about you. We wanted to be here for you.

Marley: I donít want you to be.

Donna: Have you eaten? Could I make something for you?

Marley: Like what?

Donna: I donít know. Cereal?

Marley: I want to be alone, please!

Michael: Not right now, young lady. We know you must be hurting.

Marley: Do you?

Donna: Darling, your father and I are very concerned about how this is going to affect you.

Marley: Please, Donna. You must have been tap-dancing once you found out Jamie was Stevenís father.

Donna: Yes, I am happy for Victoria and Jamie. But I donít want to see you hurting.

Marley: Right.

Donna: Well, at least we all know the truth now and you can get on with your life.

Marley: I canít get on with my life, Donna, and neither can Jake.

Michael: All right. Would you leave Marley and I alone for a minute, please?

Donna: All right. I'll talk to you soon. I'll be in the car. Marley, no matter what you may think, I do love you. I'm your mother and it hurts me to see you suffering.

Michael: Well, well, well.

Marley: You should have seen Jakeís face when he left.

Michael: Disappointed, huh?

Marley: It was our last chance. Our only chance.

Michael: Honey, that's not exactly true.

Marley: I'm not going to get pregnant.

Michael: There are other ways.

Marley: We wanted Steven!

Michael: Marley, no matter how you slice it, even if he had been Jakeís, he still would've been Victoriaís.

Marley: You made your feelings very clear this morning, Michael.

Michael: Look, I know that you are hurt and I know that Jake and Victoria have done a lot to hurt you, but that doesn't change the facts that Steven is now Jamie and Victoriaís.

Marley: I deserve a child.

Michael: Honey, of course you deserve a child. Look, if you and Jake can get through this, get past all that's happened, then you can move on to the next step. maybe you can adopt. You might find a beautiful --

Marley: This is not a fairy tale! I canít just get on with my life and start all over again!

Michael: I donít see where you have much choice. Do you?

Marley: I donít know.

Michael: Marley, you and Jake have each other. But I'm afraid you're going to have start asking yourselves some hard questions here. One of the hardest is going to be, do you love Jake? Did you go back with him because you thought -- because you thought he could help you get Steven?

Marley: I donít know. I donít know. But it helped me forget what happened. And now you tell me how I'm supposed to go on.

Vicky: What is going on here, Jamie?

Jamie: I have to go.

Vicky: We made love tonight. Didnít that mean anything to you? I was there, remember? You enjoyed it.

Jamie: It was a mistake.

Vicky: Making love to your wife is not a mistake.

Jamie: It is when you donít trust your wife.

Vicky: Jamie, I thought we got past all that.

Jamie: It's just like you to think making love will make everything swell again.

Vicky: Oh, excuse me, but as I recall, there were two of us involved in that little interlude.

Jamie: And I just admitted that it was a mistake, didnít I?

Vicky: All right, Jamie. I know you're confused. A lot has happened today. But we found out that Steven is ours and we came together like we never have before because Steven was in the room and it felt right, it felt natural.

[Phone rings]

Vicky: Please let the machine get it.

Jamie: Hello?

Stacey: Jamie. Hi, it's Stacey.

Jamie: Well, hello. How are you?

Stacey: Are you busy right now?

Jamie: Uh, no, not at all. What's up?

Stacey: Well, I know that the results from the paternity test came in, and I was just sort of thinking about you.

Jamie: Yes, well, Steven is my son.

Stacey: Oh, he is? That's wonderful.

Jamie: Yeah, I'm pretty happy about that.

Stacey: You sound a little preoccupied.

Jamie: Oh, just a confusing time, that's all.

Stacey: Yeah I know what you mean. Is -- is it a bad time right now or --

Jamie: No, not at all.

Stacey: I donít suppose you feel like talking?

Jamie: That's exactly what I need. Are you home right now?

Stacey: Yeah.

Jamie: I'll pick you up in 15.

Stacey: Are you sure?

Jamie: Absolutely. I'll be right over. Bye-bye.

Vicky: Who -- who was that?

Jamie: I have to go.

Vicky: Jamie --

Jamie: I have to think.

Vicky: Well, who are you going to think with?

Jamie: Bye-bye!

Vicky: Jamie! Ugh! Men. Ugh! Ah!

Bridget: Victoria. Victoria. I saw Jamie leaving, dear. What's happened?

Vicky: I donít know. But if he thinks he can treat me like this, he is dead wrong!

Ada: Here you go.

Rachel: Thanks.

Ada: Ok. Tell me about this man.

Rachel: Oh, it was just for a minute. I only saw him from the back. He was getting on an elevator. He was about the same height as Mac and had silver hair. It wasn't Macís beautiful head of hair. I used to kid Mac that I married him because of that hair.

Ada: Hmm.

Rachel: But just for a minute, it was as though everything we've been through was just a terrible nightmare and everything was going to be all right again.

Ada: Honey.

Rachel: All -- all the emptiness -- it was just gone for a minute.

Rachel: Just for a minute, it was gone.

Ada: Sometimes, you know, I think I see Gill walking toward me on the street.

Rachel: Even now?

Ada: Once in a while.

Rachel: Yeah, but now -- now the emptiness is back, and it's worse than ever.

Ada: It wonít go on like that forever.

Rachel: I'm so afraid I'll forget him.

Ada: But you wonít.

Rachel: How can you say that? I just saw a stranger get on an elevator, I thought it was Mac. I already must be forgetting the way he really looked, the way he walked.

Ada: You will never forget him.

Rachel: I'll never see him again.

Ada: No.

Rachel: I'm so afraid that even my memories will go away. But I -- I do still remember what it feels like to run my hands through his hair and to feel his cheek against my cheek. And his hands -- you know, they were so rough, but they were strong. And I memorized every muscle in his back. And I still remember what it feels like to put my arms around him and feel his body against mine. But I'm afraid if I'm not careful, even those memories will fade away.

Ada: You know, after he died, I used to buy clothes for Gill.

Rachel: You did?

Ada: Yeah. I'd be in a department store, you know, and I'd -- I'd see one of those ugly sweaters he used to wear. You remember those things? He wore them all the time.

Rachel: The v-neck jobs with the buttons going --

Ada: Yeah. Yeah. You know, so I'd find myself missing those awful sweaters.

Rachel: Because he loved to wear them.

Ada: No. Because he knew when he wore them it would make me crazy. You know, so I'd go out and I'd buy one and bring it home and I'd put it in his drawer. It was like I was saying, "you see how much I miss you? I just bought you one of those crummy sweaters."

Rachel: Do you still have them?

Ada: No. One day, I packed everything up and gave it to the Salvation Army.

Rachel: Why?

Ada: Because it was time. You'll know when it's time. Why don't you put some of Macís things away? It might help.

Rachel: No.

Ada: Are you sure?

Michael: Of course I'm sure. I need them. They remind me of him. I canít lose that.

Michael: Well, I'd say you have some pretty difficult choices to make.

Marley: I know.

Michael: Marley, do you feel differently about Jake now?

Marley: Of course I do.

Michael: Want to tell me why?

Marley: I donít trust him as much, I donít respect him as much. But I canít say I donít love him. I do. I just -- I just love him. Doesn't make any sense, does it?

Michael: Hey, hey. It makes a lot of sense. People do a lot of things that they're sorry for. I've done them. Jakeís done them. You've done them. Honey, no matter what Jake has done, I know in my heart that he loves you.

Marley: Is that enough?

Michael: Well, I canít answer that for you. But I think love is pretty powerful.

Marley: Yeah.

Michael: I got an idea.

Marley: What's that?

Michael: Well, I was thinking that - I donít know -- you'd might like to not be around all these people who are giving you what for and giving their word.

Marley: So what do you have in mind?

Michael: I had in mind a little trip, just the two of you --

Marley: No.

Michael: Anywhere you want, on me.

Marley: Thank you, Michael, no.

Michael: It might do you some good.

Marley: I donít want to go anywhere!

[Michael sighs]

Michael: Fine. Then you're going to get my two cents' worth.

Marley: Ok.

Michael: Now, I'm on the board of an adoptive --

Marley: Michael, another child isnít going to solve anything.

Michael: Ok, fine. Look, I'm just trying to help.

Marley: You're trying to fix things. And none of this can be fixed. I'm going to have to learn to live with what's happened.

Bridget: Donít bubble your milk like that.

Vicky: Hmm. You should've seen Jamieís face when Dr. Peterson told us the news. It was the happiest I think I have ever seen him.

Bridget: I'm so glad, dear.

Vicky: And then we came home and we were a family like we're supposed to be. We put Steven to bed together. He kissed me. We made love.

Bridget: Oh, dear. Can I ask you a question, then?

Vicky: Mm-hmm.

Bridget: Why did he go out?

Vicky: That's what I'd like to know.

Bridget: Well, didnít he give you a reason?

Vicky: Uh-uh. He just said he didnít want to be in the same room with me, let alone come to bed with me.

Bridget: I see.

Vicky: Well, I donít. 

Bridget: Maybe it's too much too soon.

Vicky: Oh, I thought I knew everything about men. What a laugh. Jamie is the same as all the other men.

Bridget: Except?

Vicky: Except I love him.

Bridget: I'm sure he does, dear.

Vicky: Well, that's it.

Bridget: That's what?

Vicky: He's confused.

Bridget: Well, yes, I'm sure he is, but --

Vicky: But it's a good confused, not a bad confused, donít you think?

Bridget: Well --

Vicky: I mean, he wouldnít ask for a divorce now, or, otherwise, why would he have made love to me, right?

Bridget: Well, I donít know, dear.

Vicky: He came home tonight because he loves me. And he'll come back again once he realizes that he needs me. I mean, after all, I am the only woman who has ever made him happy. Hmm.

Donna: It's a lovely outfit you have on, Ada. Is it new?

Ada: Nope.

Donna: Oh, well, it's lovely anyway.

Ada: Thank you.

Donna: You know, Victoria --

Michael: Ada, we came by to talk to Rachel.

Ada: Oh, she'll be here in a minute. Why donít you sit down?

Michael: Thank you. I guess you've heard about the test results, eh?

Ada: Yes, Rachel told me. Jamieís very happy.

Donna: Victoria couldn't be more thrilled.

Ada: Oh, I'm sure she is. Excu-- ah, there you are. Excuse me. I have to see about dinner, ok? Donnaís up to something.

Rachel: Hmm. Donna, Michael.

Michael: Rachel.

Donna: Hi, Rachel.

Michael: Look, we just came by to let you know how happy we are that Jamie is Stevenís father.

Rachel: Thank you for saying that. I appreciate it.

Donna: And we're sorry that this whole mess happened during a very difficult time in your life.

Rachel: Well, I knew something was wrong with Jamie. I would've liked to have known about it sooner.

Michael: You and me both.

Donna: Well, couldn't have been a more happy ending, could it?

Rachel: Yes, it could have.

Donna: How so?

Rachel: It would've been nice if there hadn't been any need for a paternity test.

Donna: Well, you know it's up to us.

Rachel: What is "up to us"?

Michael: Donna --

Donna: To support Victoria and Jamie.

Rachel: Support them?

Donna: Yes, we have to make them understand that they need to stay together for Steven.

Rachel: Oh, I see. I'm supposed to make Jamie see that?

Donna: Well, I --

Rachel: I'm supposed to convince Jamie to stay with Vicky in spite of what's happened?

Donna: I --

Rachel: I donít think I can do that.

Vicky: Yeah. It'll be ok. Daddy will come home. Daddy will come home. He loves us both very much, sweetie. Yes, he does. He loves us. Yeah. Yes, he does.

Steven: Da-da.

Vicky: Da-da.

Felicia: Excuse me a minute.

Derek: Ok.

Felicia: Hello, Jake.

Jake: Hey, Felicia.

Felicia: Here for dinner?

Jake: I'm having my dinner, thank you.

Felicia: Listen, why donít I bring you a menu? You could order right here from the bar.

Jake: Am I bothering you?

Felicia: No, not yet.

Jake: I didnít come here to talk.

Felicia: Look, you're obviously upset about something, and I'm sorry about that, but I do want you to understand something.

Jake: What's that?

Felicia: I've watched you down three of these already. I'm going to have to ask Norman not to serve you anymore.

Jake: Canít a guy come and have a drink without getting the third degree?

Felicia: Yeah, sure, if he can handle it.

Jake: I'm sorry. As a bartender, I can honestly say that I'm the kind of customer that I hate.

Felicia: Hey. Would you like to talk to somebody?

Jake: Not right now, thank you.

Felicia: I must not look very sympathetic tonight. You're the second person who's turned me down about talking.

Jake: Nah, I just need some time to sit and think alone.

Felicia: How about coffee? Could I interest you in some coffee?

Jake: I'm fine, Felicia. I'm fine. I find women that have crazy busy lives...

[Phone rings]

Vicky: Hello?

Jake: It's 10:00 P.M. Do you know where your husband is?

Vicky: Jake, what the hell do you want?

Jake: How are you, Vicky?

Vicky: You're drunk.

Jake: You know me so well.

Vicky: Where's Marley?

Jake: Guess where I am.

Vicky: I donít give a damn!

Jake: No? I'm at Tops, minding my own business, and who waltzes in --

Vicky: I'm hanging up now, Jake.

Jake: But your husband.

Vicky: What?

Jake: And he's got a dinner companion. Isnít that funny?

Vicky: Who's he with?

Jake: Oh, he's with one of his ex-fiancťes. Then again, he's got so many of those, doesn't he?

Vicky: He's with Stacey?

Jake: She looks great. You have a nice evening.

Vicky: Ugh! Damn it.

Felicia: I -- ahem -- guess you know that Stacey and Jamie are here.

Derek: What's that got to do with me?

Felicia: Why donít I buy you an orange juice? Come on.

Derek: Ok.

Jamie: I am so happy the truth is finally out about this, but I'm not sure where that leaves Vicky and me.

Stacey: Yeah, I'll bet.

Jamie: The important thing, though, is that I have a son.

Jake: That's right, Jamie, you have a son.

Jamie: Jake.

Jake: You got some life, you know that? You got a son, you have a wife, you have a very gorgeous date. You have everything.

Jamie: Go away, Jake.

Jake: Before I offer my congratulations?

Jamie: Jake --

Jake: In fact, I propose a toast. To young Dr. Frame. What do you say to a man who has everything, Jamie?

Jamie: Jake, I know you're disappointed, but this is no answer.

Jake: Oh, yes, it is. I'm giving you my blessing. Hell, you must feel like you won the lottery.

Jamie: Come on now, Jake. Keep it down, ok?

Jake: Why, Jamie? I have no secrets or anything.

Stacey: Jake, what do you say we call you a cab, all right?

Jake: I'm having such a good time here. Why does everyone want me to leave?

Felicia: Because you've had a little too much drink and I think it's time for you to go home. Come on. Donít make me call security, please, all right?

Jake: Felicia?

Felicia: What, honey?

Jake: I'll leave. I think I need a ride home.

Felicia: Ok. Come on. I'll take care of it. Come on.

Michael: Rachel, I think we'd better be going. Donna --

Donna: Michael. What do you have against my daughter, Rachel?

Michael: Donna --

Rachel: Donna, I am trying very hard to stay out of my children's lives.

Donna: And I feel the same way.

Rachel: Jamie is a grown man. His decisions about his career and his marriage are up to him. I try to stay out of that. I try to be there for him if he needs my advice, but I try to keep my opinions to myself.

Donna: All right, then what are your opinions of my daughter?

Michael: Donna, that's enough. Rachel, I apologize.

Donna: Donít apologize for me, Michael. I'm not a child.

Rachel: I was willing to give your daughter the benefit of the doubt because Jamie loved her and because she was carrying his child.

Donna: Rachel, she's young. She made a mistake.

Rachel: And in view of that mistake, Donna, I'm not at all certain that she is the right person for Jamie to spend the rest of his life with.

Donna: Michael, would you please leave me alone with Rachel for a minute? I'd like to talk to her.

Rachel: Uh, ok.

Michael: See you.

Donna: May I be frank with you?

Rachel: I donít think I could stop you.

Donna: I know you understand Victoria.

Rachel: I do?

Donna: Yes. You had a similar experience yourself, didnít you?

Rachel: Yes, I did.

Donna: Only you took yours a little bit further.

Rachel: Donna --

Donna: You even tried to pass Jamie off as Russ Matthews' son.

Rachel: You donít have to tell me about my past. I lived it.

Donna: Yes, you did, and you changed.

Rachel: Yes, I did.

Donna: And things that you once did are unthinkable to you now, aren't they?

Rachel: I hope so.

Donna: The reason that you changed was Mac.

Rachel: Mac loved me with an unconditional love that made me feel secure enough to try and be a better person, yes.

Donna: Well, Jamie loves Victoria. His love can do the same for her. They can work through this pain. They can have their relationship again.

Rachel: Donna, I know that's what you want to believe.

Donna: Rachel, do you want his third marriage to fail?

Rachel: Of course I donít, but I donít want him to stay in a marriage that isnít working just because he feels some obligation to try and help somebody else change.

Donna: But that's what Mac did for you. He was generous with you because he loved you. Doesn't Victoria deserve the same chance?

Rachel: Of course she deserves the same chance. And Jamie deserves that same chance, also. But you're making an assumption. We donít know that Jamieís love for Vicky is the same as Macís love was for me. (Crying noise)

Stacey: So, what are you doing here?

Derek: Shouldnít I be asking you that?

Stacey: No, frankly, I donít think so. I had other plans for tonight, but they didnít seem to work out.

Jamie: Hello, Derek. It's really nice to see you, too.

Stacey: Have you met Jamie Frame, Derek?

Derek: Oh, it's Dr. Frame, isnít it?

Stacey: Yes.

Derek: I know all your doctor friends.

Jamie: Maybe I should let the two of you talk.

Derek: Maybe you should.

Stacey: This isnít any of your business, Derek.

Derek: Well, you obviously have much better things to do tonight than talk to me, so --

Stacey: Wait a second. Who stood who up tonight?

Jamie: Yes, I think I'll be going now.

Stacey: No, stay.

Derek: Go.

Stacey: Derek.

Jamie: I'll get a cab ride home, Stacey.

Stacey: Oh, Jamie, I'm sorry.

Jamie: No, come on, donít worry about it. I'll talk to you soon.

Stacey: Thanks. Thanks for understanding.

Jamie: Good luck. Goodbye.

Stacey: Do you have any brains in that head of yours?

Derek: Not as much as Dr. Kildare, obviously.

Stacey: I waited for you for three hours. And when I realized you're not showing up, well, then I called my friend Jamie.

Derek: Oh, must be nice to have a backup plan.

Stacey: He happens to be an old friend of mine.

Derek: Right, that you almost married.

Stacey: So what?

Derek: Oh, I guess it's just your new friends that get knifed in the back, huh?

Stacey: What are you talking about?

Derek: Donít play dumb, Stacey.

Stacey: I'm not playing dumb. I donít know what you mean. Wait a second. Why should I try to defend myself? You stood me up, and now you make it seem like I'm the one who did something wrong.

Derek: I came by.

Stacey: Where?

Derek: Your apartment.

Stacey: I was there until 30 minutes ago.

Derek: I heard what you said.

Stacey: What -- what, are you, talking code? I donít understand this.

Derek: I'm not talking in code. I trusted you.

Stacey: I'm sorry, Derek, but I donít have time for 20 questions. Goodbye.

Derek: I heard you talking me over with your cop roommate.

Stacey: Courtney?

Derek: Got any other cops nosing around your place?

Stacey: She happens to live there, you know.

Derek: She's been checking me out.

Stacey: Oh, Derek --

Derek: She's pretty smart, too. She's been finding out all kinds of interesting things about me, right?

Stacey: No, you misunderstand.

Derek: I do not. You swore to me my past wouldnít make any difference to you.

Stacey: And it doesnít. I would never betray your confidence.

Derek: That's a lie.

Stacey: Listen to me for one minute.

Derek: I'd never thought I'd hear you talking me over with the cops.

Stacey: I wasn't!

Derek: You are no better than anybody else in this town except Felicia. You used me, Stacey. You played me for a fool.

Stacey: Wait a second. You're not going anywhere, my friend.

Donna: I know you agree with me, Rachel.

Rachel: I donít agree with you, Donna.

Donna: If you could just see that Victoria and Jamie being together is the best thing for everybody involved --

Rachel: Who are you talking about, "everybody"?

Donna: Jake, Marley, Steven --

Rachel: You.

Donna: What do you mean, me?

Michael: Donna, it's time for us to go.

Donna: I'm not finished yet, Michael.

Rachel: Yeah, well, I am. This isnít getting us anywhere. This is just what happened at breakfast this morning.

Michael: What is?

Donna: Nothing. I think we should go.

Rachel: Yes, well, I want to get upstairs and say good night to Alexandra before Amanda puts her down.

Michael: Fine, Rachel, we'll see ourselves out.

Rachel: Thank you.

Michael: Well, well, well.

Donna: Well, I suppose you want to know what that was all about.

Michael: No, not really. I just assume it's one more secret.

Donna: Go ahead, I can take it.

Michael: Take what?

Donna: Just go ahead and tell me that I'm an unscrupulous liar, that I'm a manipulative person, very difficult to live with. Go ahead, go ahead.

Michael: Boy, I'm glad you said that.

Donna: Michael, I'm trying to please you.

Michael: Donna, if you'd just try to please yourself, just try being honest with yourself just once, you'd be amazed how the pieces just fall into place. You going to walk home?

Donna: Give me strength.

Jake: Honey, I'm home.

Marley: Where were you?

Jake: Oh, I was taking part in an attitude adjustment.

Marley: You're drunk.

Jake: No. I'm just relaxed.

Marley: I'll get you some coffee.

Jake: Hey, hey. I'm awake.

Marley: You'll feel terrible in the morning.

Jake: I'll take my chances. Donít leave.

Marley: I'm not leaving. I'm just getting you some coffee.

Jake: Marley, donít leave me.

Marley: I'm not leaving you. I'm just getting you some coffee.

Jake: Honey, I mean it. I need you.

Marley: I need you, too, Jake. That's the problem.

Jake: I miss holding you.

Marley: I needed you tonight and you left.

Jake: I wonít ever go away again, not if you stay with me.

Derek: You made a scene in there.

Stacey: I donít care.

Derek: What are we doing out here?

Stacey: Because everybody in there was listening to us. I wanted to talk to you privately.

Derek: Go ahead. My dinner plans didnít work out. I got nothing else to do.

Stacey: Look at me. I was not talking about you behind your back, and I wasn't using you. I was just trying to protect you.

Derek: By talking about my criminal record with your cop roommate?

Stacey: She's the one who came up with that.

Derek: How?

Stacey: She was running a check and your name came up.

Derek: Why?

Stacey: Well, I donít know. But I was trying to find out how much she knew.

Derek: And?

Stacey: And she doesn't know anything about Noah. It's not even on your record. So everything is cool. Ok? Ok?

Derek: Everything's cool?

Stacey: Yeah. Except for you and me, of course. When are you going to learn that you can trust me and that I care about you?

Derek: I overreacted.

Stacey: Yeah, you sure did.

Derek: I should've stayed. I should've asked you what was going on.

Stacey: Well, I canít stand to be stood up.

Derek: I'm sorry.

Stacey: Ever since I was 17 years old and this nerdy Howard Mills had the nerve to stand me up, it makes me feel a little insecure, you know?

Derek: Howard Mills?

Stacey: Yeah.

Derek: He was a jerk.

Stacey: Yeah, he was. But you're not.

Derek: Yes, I am. Do you think we could maybe try this again sometime?

Stacey: But promise me if you hear anything through the door next time --

Derek: I wonít split. I'll stay and I'll settle it somehow.

Stacey: Well, then I would love to go out on a date with you sometime.

Derek: On one condition.

Stacey: What?

Derek: That we donít call it a date. Deal?

Stacey: Deal.

Derek: Good.

Jake: You ok?

Marley: Fine. You?

Jake: Great.

Marley: Good night.

Jake: Good night.

[Door opens and closes]

Vicky: Hi.

Jamie: Hi.

Vicky: How was your evening?

Jamie: It was fine.

Vicky: Could we talk for a few minutes?

Jamie: I'm going to bed. I'm tired.

Vicky: Where do you plan on sleeping?

Jamie: In the guest bedroom, like I have been.

Vicky: Hmm, my bedroom was good enough for you a few hours ago.

Jamie: I donít want to talk about this now.

Vicky: You never want to talk, Jamie.

Jamie: Not now, Vicky.

Vicky: Can you look at me in the eye and tell me that making love wasn't as good as when we were together?

Jamie: Sex has never been our problem, Vicky.

Vicky: Then what is?

Jamie: Trust.

Vicky: We can have that back. I've learned from this, Jamie. I am never going to hurt you again.

Jamie: Do you think, Vicky, that we could just start over?

Vicky: If we take it step by step, yes.

Jamie: Do you have any idea what it's been like for me for the past couple of months?

Vicky: Couldn't I just hold you?

Jamie: I'm not sleeping with you tonight, Vicky.

Vicky: I just want to hold you, that's all. I want to wake up in the morning with you lying there next to me. And if things donít seem right between us, then we can slow it down. Let me help you through this pain.

Jamie: Whose pain? Yours or mine?

Vicky: All right, Jamie, fine. I will not pressure you into something that you donít feel like doing, but I am not going to stay in this house one more night with my husband sleeping in another bed.

Jamie: Then I guess you'll have to find someplace else to sleep, wonít you?

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