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Another World Transcript Monday 9/5/05
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Proofread by Daniel
Stacey: This does not look right.
Derek: What doesn't?
Stacey: "Appraisal." Two P's?
Stacey: I'm the worst speller.
Derek: Who cares?
Stacey: Well, I should know how to spell properly, you know?
Stacey: Oh, you're a funny one.
Derek: What'd you put in the note?
Stacey: Well, I just want Cass to know that we managed to sneak this appraisal slip back into Carolineís desk.
Derek: We sneaked it, all right.
Stacey: I just canít believe this art object has turned everybody's life upside down.
Derek: Not everybody's life.
Stacey: Certainly yours. I'm still worried about you.
Derek: Donít be.
Stacey: Why? You're not guilty and I donít want you to have to go through a trial.
Derek: Are you kidding? I got the best lawyer in town. I'll be out of that courtroom so fast --
Stacey: No, come on, I'm serious.
Derek: I am, too. Not only are you the best, but you're the most beautiful. Your hair smells like flowers and your skin feels like nothing I've ever felt before.
Stacey: Why donít you just take me home?
Derek: You heard me. I said no.
Felicia: Why didnít you tell me you were coming home so early?
Mitch: Wait a minute, why donít you give me one minute and I'll tell you what I've been dreaming about for the last few days.
Felicia: Mmm. Is that funny? I've been dreaming about the same thing.
Mitch: Do you know how good you look?
Felicia: I missed you terribly, you know that?
Mitch: I missed you.
Felicia: I mean, all we had was that long weekend and you had to go off and go to work.
Mitch: Wait a minute, you had to go work, too, if I remember correctly.
Felicia: All right, tell me about the rest of your trip. What happened?
Mitch: There's not a lot to talk about. You know, it's just a lot of work, a lot of boring work.
Felicia: Sorry. You didnít find out anything, did you, about my daughter?
Mitch: I tried. I tried. I -- I looked at every possibility.
Felicia: I mean, nothing at all turned up? Nothing?
Mitch: It's like she never even existed. Felicia?
Mitch: I think it's possible that Lucas has been lying to you about the whole thing.
Vicky: Why donít we, uh, go upstairs?
Jamie: Why donít we?
Evan: Well, well, well! What do we have here?
Jamie: What the hell are you doing here?
Evan: That's funny, that's just what I was going to ask you.
Vicky: Get this guy out of here.
Evan: No, wait a second, you're the one that walked out on her. You want the divorce.
Jamie: This is none of your business!
Evan: I just want to know why you came back here. What kind of game are you playing with Vicky?
Stacey: Ok, so you wonít take me home. We'll go to your place.
Derek: That would be even worse.
Stacey: Why? What's wrong?
Derek: It's dangerous. I donít get why you canít understand that.
Stacey: But I would be with you.
Derek: Stacey, you got a threatening note, right?
Derek: Well, what do you think, this is some kind of a joke?
Stacey: Well, if it is, I donít want to be the punch line.
Derek: You're really starting to sound like your brother, you know that?
Stacey: I just think that Caroline is the one who sent the note, that's --
Stacey: Because she's trying to scare me off so that I let up on her.
Derek: Caroline did not send that note to you.
Stacey: Ok, maybe she didnít send it. And I do know that whoever stole the red swan is dangerous.
Derek: And they have you marked.
Stacey: If that's the case, why wouldnít I stay at your place? It's safer.
Derek: You canít just glance this off, Stacey.
Stacey: I'm not! I'm really not.
Derek: Anyway, I still have to deal with Cal.
Stacey: Cal. The infamous Cal. He's like a second-rate Damon Runyon character.
Derek: He's not fiction, he's bad news.
Stacey: I donít see why you trust him.
Derek: Honey, I donít trust him. But I understand him, and, unfortunately, I need him.
Stacey: You think he's going to give you a lead on the red swan?
Derek: Right now, he's the best I got. But I want you to stay away from him.
Stacey: Yes, sir.
Derek: Promise me.
Stacey: I have no desire to get to know Cal. I'll let you deal with that.
Derek: You know, the more I think about it, the more I think you'd be better off if you stayed right here tonight in the office.
Stacey: You mean sleep here?
Derek: With Cass living upstairs, he'd be able to keep an eye on you.
Stacey: Oh, I'll be damned if I'm going to let somebody scare me into hiding out.
Derek: You said Courtney is working late tonight, right?
Derek: Well, I'm not going to let you stay at your place by yourself, and I donít want to argue with you.
Stacey: Ok. I have some work to do. I'll stay.
Derek: Good. Because I'd feel a whole lot better knowing that you were safe here.
Stacey: You know, this whole thing would be kind of comical if it wasn't so sad.
Derek: How do you mean?
Stacey: You are always trying to lure me out of this office, and now you want me to stay here. Is there ever going to be a time when we can be together?
Derek: Oh, yeah. I'm going to make sure that time comes.
Felicia: What are you saying?
Mitch: What I'm saying is I think that Lucas --
Felicia: That he's lying? What, what, that he's always been lying about everything?
Mitch: Is that so far out of the question?
Felicia: Yes, that is totally out of the question.
Felicia: You know what it means to me to have lost this baby. I mean, what kind of a horrible monster would invent such a story like that?
Mitch: Someone pretty horrible.
Felicia: No, no, it is not possible. He's not like that.
Mitch: And what makes you so sure of that?
Felicia: What possible motive would he have, Mitch?
Mitch: I can think of at least one good reason.
Felicia: And that one is based on your jealousy of him.
Mitch: You donít mind if I disagree, do you?
Felicia: Are you that threatened b by Lucas?
Mitch: Are you that blinded by him?
Felicia: God, I hate this.
Mitch: Look, I hate this, too, but it's what I think, it's what I feel.
Felicia: I wanted this to be such a sweet homecoming for us.
Mitch: It is.
Felicia: No! No, it's not. We're right back to square one.
Mitch: And it's my fault?
Felicia: Just tell me, is it always going to be like this? I mean, are we going to just keep playing the same old arguments over and over again?
Mitch: I donít like the arguments, either, but I'm telling you -- what do you want me to do, hide what I think, hide what I feel?
Felicia: No, I donít. You're honest, and I do appreciate that. I do.
Mitch: I hope so.
Felicia: What you said -- it goes for me, too. I canít hide the way I feel.
Mitch: You never have.
Felicia: I donít have a problem with Lucas, but I'm having a real problem with you.
Jamie: I said get out of here, Evan.
Evan: No, no, no, I think I'm going to stay.
Jamie: I think not.
Evan: Vickyís my friend.
Jamie: She's my wife.
Evan: But you gave up that right, cousin.
Vicky: Evan, please.
Jamie: Get out of here.
Evan: No, no, not until you tell me what's going on.
Jamie: I donít have to tell you anything!
Vicky: Listen, would both of you please stop this?
Evan: Wait a second. You turn your back, you walk out on her. That's not good enough, you take her child away from her.
Vicky: There is absolutely no point to this.
Evan: So what are you doing here now, trying to seduce her, Jamie?
Jamie: You donít know what the hell you're talking about.
Evan: Jamie, what are you worried about, that Vicky canít live without you?
Jamie: I'm warning you, Evan.
Evan: Oh, I know what -- I know what it is. You're just afraid that maybe you canít live without Vicky.
Jamie: I'm not afraid of anything, pal.
Evan: That's not the way I see it.
Jamie: I donít give a damn how you see it! And I canít believe I'm even talking to this idiot!
Evan: Well, that's funny, you know, Jamie, because that's the same way that I feel about you! Now, I suggest you leave.
Jamie: I suggest you back off!
Evan: No, no, no, no. Somebody needs to protect Vicky.
Jamie: And it's not going to be you. I donít want you hanging around my wife.
Vicky: Uh, hello?
Jamie: Do you understand that?
Vicky: I can stick up for myself, thank you!
Evan: Wait a second, I know what the problem is. It's ego. You just donít know whether you want Vicky or not. Maybe you just donít like the idea of Vicky being in the arms of somebody else, huh? Is that it, Jamie? Is that the problem?
Jamie: Right, Evan. Right.
Evan: Is it? Is that the problem?
Jamie: Go to hell, Evan.
Vicky: Jamie, please donít leave. This is --
Jamie: The next time you're expecting company, Vicky, let me know.
Vicky: I didnít know he was coming! Jamie, please, I didnít know! Evan, you ruined everything!
Evan: You looked like you needed help.
Vicky: Was I struggling?
Evan: I donít know.
Vicky: Did I look unhappy?
Vicky: Then why do you think I needed help?
Evan: Because the way I saw it, Vicky, it looked like Jamie was making a move on you.
Vicky: Well, couldn't I handle it? Now, what gives you the right to come barging in here pulling some macho hero number, thinking that I'm some helpless little fool?
Evan: Donít you see that Jamie is playing with your emotions? He's clearly taking advantage of you.
Vicky: Nobody takes advantage of me.
Evan: Vicky, it's a difficult time for you. You're vulnerable, more than you're willing to admit.
Vicky: Oh, yeah? You believe that, I have some radon stock I would love to sell you.
Evan: Canít you see? I just donít want you to be hurt --
Vicky: Evan, you donít get it.
Evan: Any more than you already have. Get what?
Vicky: I had Jamie exactly where I wanted him.
Evan: Hit me again. I donít know what you're talking about.
Vicky: If I can get Jamie to sleep with me, it may just invalidate the custody agreement.
Evan: I see.
Vicky: Oh, you finally get it.
Evan: Yeah, I get it.
Vicky: Well, it took you long enough.
Evan: Yeah, it seems to me that you're the one playing games, Vicky.
Frankie: Hi, boss.
Lucas: Hi. Having a night on the town?
Frankie: No, I just stopped --
Lucas: Oh, good, I'm glad. I wanted you to take care of a few things first thing in the morning.
Lucas: My Paris people, they have a line on a new sports car. I want you to check on that.
Frankie: Ok, call Paris.
Lucas: Yeah, and then my Milan office, call them, see if they have any confirmation on it.
Lucas: You ok?
Lucas: Yeah, you look a little upset.
Frankie: I'm just -- I'm not much of a drinker, so that last drink kind of --
Lucas: Come on, I'll drive you home.
Frankie: No, no, that's ok. I'll hail a cab, thank you.
Lucas: You sure it's just the drink?
Frankie: Yeah, I'm positive.
Lucas: Ok, I want my employees to be happy now.
Frankie: Oh, yeah, I'm fine, boss. I'm great. Happy as a clam. Now, is this all you want?
Frankie: Ok, I'll take care of it first thing in the morning.
Frankie: Good night now.
Lucas: Well, how are you? You have that unusual look in your eye.
Iris: I donít know what you mean by that, but I think you're wrong anyway.
Lucas: Ah. Ok, then you have that "you're wrong, Lucas" look.
Iris: What were you talking to Frankie about?
Lucas: Oh, nothing.
Iris: Nothing? It was a pretty animated conversation for nothing.
Lucas: Work. Uh -- who do you have to know to get a drink around here?
Lucas: Very nice.
Iris: Well, it might be considered very nice in Europe, but here it's liquid gold.
Iris: Cheers. You know, we should have been drinking this champagne earlier at the art gallery.
Lucas: Yeah, wonder how that went.
Iris: Well, I donít care how it went, but I do mind missing an opportunity to learn some information.
Lucas: There will be other opportunities.
Iris: Not like that. Every collector, dealer, and dilettante from here to Chicago would've been there.
Lucas: There will be other opportunities.
Iris: Look, somebody there was sure to have known something about the red swan.
Lucas: Iris, let me take care of the red swan.
Iris: But you do agree with me, donít you, that Daddy's will was probably in it?
Lucas: It's a possibility.
Iris: Well, what else could it be? I'm just so afraid it might, you know, fall into the wrong hands or something.
Lucas: Iris, wherever it is, we'll find it and we'll put it straight in the shredder.
Iris: I'd prefer to burn it, watch it all go up in smoke. That way there'd be no traces, just ashes.
Lucas: Burn it, shred it, as long as no one lays eyes on it.
Iris: Ah, Mitch.
Mitch: Excuse me.
Iris: When did you get back?
Mitch: Well, not too long ago. The shoot's finished.
Lucas: Record time.
Iris: Well, how did it go?
Mitch: Well, I hope you wonít be disappointed.
Iris: Well, I'm sure I wonít.
Mitch: Do you mind if I see you for a minute, in private?
Lucas: The bar private enough?
Mitch: That's fine. I wonít keep him long.
Iris: That's all right, take your time.
Lucas: Excuse me.
Lucas: What's up?
Mitch: I tried finding your daughter.
Mitch: Nothing. I came up with absolutely nothing.
Lucas: That's very disappointing.
Mitch: Is it?
Lucas: What's that supposed to mean?
Mitch: Somehow, I got the feeling that doesn't surprise you at all.
Lucas: What are you getting at?
Mitch: I'll tell you straight-out. I hope you're not trying to pull something on Felicia.
Lucas: Are you kidding?
Mitch: Does it look like I'm kidding?
Lucas: Either you're kidding or you're an idiot.
Mitch: You know, you've already managed to turn her life upside down.
Lucas: Yeah, maybe I managed to straighten it out.
Mitch: I'll straighten you out. I'll tell you what, if you hurt her in any way, I will be at your front door.
Lucas: Hey, are you finished?
Mitch: Yeah. And I've managed to tell you, I'll tell you once --
Lucas: Yeah, I'll tell you something once --
Mitch: Look, hey, I'm not interested in what you have to say.
Lucas: Look, I donít like to be called a liar --
Mitch: Get your hand off of me.
Lucas: And I donít like to be threatened.
Mitch: I said get your hands off of me, ok?
Felicia: No matter what I say or how many times I ask you, you just canít leave this alone, can you?
Mitch: Lucas and I were --
Felicia: I heard you. I heard you attack him.
Mitch: It's between Lucas and me.
Felicia: You had no right to talk to him like that.
Mitch: Oh, come on, will you stop it?
Felicia: No, I wonít stop it.
Mitch: Ok, fine, fine. Then jump right in. Let's just clear the air right now.
Mitch: I want him staying away from you.
Felicia: And what about what I want?
Mitch: I donít think you're in a position to make a decision.
Felicia: Stop it, Mitch! Now, stop it! I am not some naive little girl. I donít need somebody to tell me who I can trust and who I have to be wary of!
Mitch: I donít want to see him hurting you.
Felicia: You're hurting me.
Mitch: I donít trust him.
Felicia: Why canít you trust me?
Lucas: There's nothing between Felicia and me except the search for our child.
Felicia: You know what I think you ought to do? I think you ought to stay out of this. I think you should let Lucas and me handle it.
Mitch: Is that what you want?
Felicia: Yes, it's exactly what I want.
Mitch: Fine. You've got it. But it doesn't mean you can forget what I said, Lucas.
Felicia: I am so sorry. Really, I am.
Lucas: He really laid into me. At first, I thought he was joking. I didnít know what to make of it.
Felicia: I -- I really donít know what's gotten into him.
Lucas: Fanny, I never thought for a moment that you would doubt what I was telling you.
Felicia: No. No, I havenít. I never have, not for a moment. I know that you're as upset and as disappointed as I am. I know that.
Lucas: Oh, it is so damn frustrating seeing all our leads dead-end the way they do.
Felicia: Something will break. You'll see.
Lucas: Yeah, we'll see.
Felicia: Listen, I have to check the kitchen, all right?
Lucas: Yeah, sure.
Felicia: We'll talk later.
Felicia: I am sorry about Mitch.
Lucas: Forget it.
Iris: Well, well, well. What was that all about?
Iris: Nothing? I've never seen Mitch so angry.
Lucas: This is not your business! There are areas of my life that are private, strictly private, and will remain that way.
[Knock on door]
Stacey: Who's there?
Stacey: Hey, Jamie. Hi.
Jamie: Hi. I was driving by and I saw your lights were on.
Stacey: Yeah, I was just doing some work.
Jamie: Well, then maybe I should come back another time.
Stacey: No, no, come on in. I'd enjoy the company.
Jamie: You might change your mind after you find out what kind of a mood I'm in.
Jamie: You know, I feel like I could punch holes in all these walls.
Stacey: Well, donít do that. I got to work here.
Jamie: No, relax. I'll restrain myself, I promise.
Stacey: Come on, sit down.
Jamie: No, I canít do that.
Stacey: Well, do you want to tell me what's wrong?
Jamie: Who the hell does he think he is, anyway?
Jamie: Evan Bates. I mean, I was just over there with Vicky.
Stacey: Over where?
Jamie: At her house -- my house, our house -- tonight, just a little while ago, and we were -- I was -- we were getting close, ok?
Stacey: I see, yeah.
Jamie: And who should barge right in but Evan Bates.
Stacey: Just out of the blue?
Jamie: Out of the blue. I mean, I had no idea he was coming. I certainly didnít expect him.
Stacey: Well, what did he have to say?
Jamie: He starts ranting and raving, demanding to know, you know, what I'm doing there, why I'm trying to make love to a woman I'm divorcing, acting as if he's some sort of a bodyguard for her or something like that.
Stacey: Well, how did Victoria react to all this?
Jamie: Oh, I think she was so stunned, she didnít know what to do. So I left.
Jamie: I just couldn't take it anymore.
Jamie: Who the hell does he think he is, interrogating me like that? And what business is it of his, you know, whether I'm with Vicky or not? Why are you looking at me like that?
Stacey: I'm -- I'm just a little curious myself.
Jamie: What about?
Stacey: Why were you there?
Jamie: Oh, no. Not you, too, Stacey.
Stacey: Just that it's -- it's not what I would've expected.
Jamie: Well, she's the mother of my child, for God's sakes.
Jamie: And we are still married.
Jamie: All right. All right, all right, all right. I donít know why I was there. I take that back. Yes, I do. I do know why I was there. I was there because -- because as hard as I try, I canít get this woman out of my life!
Stacey: Jamie, it's not going to happen overnight.
Jamie: No. But it is going to happen. I'm going to make it happen.
Jamie: Come on, let's go out to dinner right now.
Stacey: Right now?
Jamie: Why not?
Stacey: Well, first of all, it's late.
Jamie: No, we'll go to Tops. We'll have a nice dinner, we'll do some dancing. Come on.
Stacey: No, I canít. Really, I would love to, but, I'm sorry, I canít.
Jamie: All right, fine. I'll go myself.
Stacey: You just have to get out more and meet people, other women.
Jamie: Yeah, right.
Stacey: It'll be good for you.
Jamie: Yeah, listen, I can figure out what's good for myself, Stacey, thanks.
Stacey: You're just -- all I'm saying is it will help you to get over Vicky much more quickly.
Jamie: Oh, I'll get over Vicky, all right. You can count on that.
Derek: Come in, Cal.
Cal: How did you know it was me?
Derek: Have you heard anything about the red swan?
Cal: I'm working on it.
Derek: What does that mean?
Cal: Means I'm working on it.
Derek: Just donít get any ideas.
Cal: About what?
Derek: Making a play for the bird yourself.
Cal: Derek, Derek, how can you think that? I made a deal.
Derek: Donít give me that honor-among-thieves stuff.
Cal: Well, there should be trust between old friends.
Derek: So why you having me followed?
Derek: You heard me.
Cal: Derek --
Derek: Hey, I learned a long time ago how to spot a tail.
Cal: I need to make sure that your quest for this fancy bird is legit.
Derek: So you're still afraid that I'm going to try to pin you with something?
Cal: I'm a cautious man.
Derek: So am I.
Cal: Yeah, well, then you'll understand why I'd like to propose a little test.
Derek: For who? What, me?
Cal: I'd feel more comfortable working with you if I knew we were both working on the same side.
Derek: Same old paranoid Cal. So what'd you have in mind?
Cal: I know you have a very rich friend whose apartment has to be loaded with goodies -- expensive goodies.
Derek: What are you talking about?
Cal: It's very simple. You're going to steal something for me, and you're going to steal it from your old pal Felicia Gallant.
Felicia: Well, the message I got in the kitchen was that a handsome man was waiting for me on the terrace. Hi, Jamie.
Jamie: Hi, Felicia.
Felicia: How are you?
Jamie: I'm, um --
Felicia: Well, I really didnít expect it to be you, although the handsome part certainly fits.
Jamie: Thanks a lot. Can you join me? Do you have time?
Felicia: Sure I do.
Felicia: It's been a long time since I've seen you in here alone.
Jamie: Yeah, well, I've been doing a lot of things differently these days.
Jamie: I suppose you're wondering why I sent you the message in the kitchen.
Felicia: Well, I think you're going to tell me, aren't you?
Jamie: Yeah. Actually, I need to talk --
Jamie: To someone who's objective and rational and sympathetic, and -- and you're the only one I could think of.
Felicia: I'm very flattered. I'm not sure you're right, but what do you want to talk about? Have you seen Vicky?
Jamie: And I donít know.
Felicia: Honey, divorce has a way of doing that, especially early on. It can be very rough.
Jamie: I feel like my whole life has been derailed, Felicia.
Felicia: Well, part of it has, but not all of it.
Jamie: You know, life with Vicky had its problems, yes, obviously --
Jamie: But maybe life without her is worse.
Felicia: Oh, no, no, I think you should slow down just a little bit.
Jamie: You know, it's stupid to talk to you about her. You never liked her in the first place.
Felicia: No. All right, yeah, she's not one of my favorites. But the way I feel about Vicky has nothing to do with the way you feel about her.
Jamie: Yeah, I know.
Felicia: You have this big hole in your life right now, and what you have to figure out is if you can patch it up or if you need Vicky to do that.
Jamie: Right now, I just donít know.
Felicia: You'll find out. Just takes some time. It may take a lot of time.
Jamie: I donít know if I have the patience.
Felicia: What happened when you saw Vicky?
Jamie: Mitch. I didnít know you were back.
Mitch: Well, I just got in.
Felicia: How was the apartment?
Felicia: Any calls?
Felicia: Did you get unpacked?
Mitch: Yeah, pretty much.
Jamie: You two need to be alone.
Mitch and Felicia: No, no.
Felicia: It's all right. I have to stay until the kitchen closes. We're short-handed tonight.
Mitch: I haven't seen Rachel. How is she?
Jamie: Not good.
Mitch: What do you mean?
Jamie: Well, it's nothing specific, but she's just going through a very tough time right now.
Mitch: Well, has she talked about it?
Mitch: I hope she's not trying to keep it all inside.
Jamie: That's what I keep telling her, too.
Mitch: Well, look, Jamie, if there's anything that I can do --
Jamie: I'll let you know, thanks.
Mitch: Please give me a call anytime, day or night.
Frankie: It was unbelievable.
Derek: Take it easy, Frankie.
Frankie: It was a major disaster. Major, major.
Derek: You wouldnít be exaggerating just a little bit, now, would you?
Frankie: You weren't there, Derek.
Derek: Well, no, it was your date with Cass. Why would I be there?
Frankie: Oh, Caroline was there.
Frankie: Well, some of the time anyway.
Derek: How'd that happen?
Frankie: Oh, I knew it was going to be a disaster. I predicted it. The I Ching predicted it, the tarot cards predicted it. A weatherman could've predicted it!
Derek: Frankie? Uh, why donít you sit down and start from the very beginning?
Frankie: Well, the whole thing was a mess.
Derek: Well, what happened with Caroline?
Frankie: Well, you know that I went to the gallery, right?
Derek: Well, yeah, I saw you.
Frankie: Well, we had a close encounter of the worst kind.
Derek: You two had words?
Frankie: Oh, bad words. Bad, bad words. She pulled her uppity number on me, you know, looking down that too-perfect nose.
Derek: I'm surprised you didnít break it for her knowing you.
Frankie: Derek, I came this close, let me tell you. But some of the stuff she said was true.
Derek: Like what?
Frankie: Oh, she kept going on and on about how Cass and me donít belong together and --
Derek: Well, you didnít believe that?
Frankie: Well, look at Cass and look at me.
Derek: Frankie, that's kind of hard to do seeing as how you're here but Cass isnít.
Frankie: Ha-ha-ha. This is not funny, Derek.
Derek: I think it is funny.
Derek: I think it's funny that you donít think that you're good enough for Cass Winthrop.
Frankie: Oh, I do, too, think I'm good enough -- sort of.
Derek: Because if anybody pales by comparison, it's him.
Derek: I mean, the real question here is, is he good enough for you?
Frankie: Well, you know, Cass and me, we're not the same.
Derek: Yeah. Well --
Frankie: "Well," what?
Derek: Well, sometimes the differences between people --
Frankie: Is that all you can say about me, Derek?
Derek: Sometimes the differences make things exciting.
Frankie: Oh, that is. That's all he can say about me.
Derek: Come on, Frankie, you know what I think about you. You're terrific.
Frankie: I donít know about this differences thing, Derek.
Derek: Well, trust me.
Frankie: I do. As a matter of fact, you are the man I'm most comfortable with.
Derek: I'm glad you feel that way.
Frankie: The only problem is you're taken. You blew it, Derek.
Frankie: Staceyís very lucky.
Derek: Well, hey, this thing with Cass? It's going to work out.
Derek: Well, now, come on, you're just angry, you're upset --
Frankie: Yeah, I have to forget him.
Frankie: Because it's no good.
Derek: You canít make a decision like that when you're upset.
Frankie: Oh, yes, I can. Of course I can. I am going to wash that man right out of my Hare Krishna. Which is easier said than done. I just -- I wish that it didnít hurt so much.
Derek: Well, you know, I still think that if you just wait a little bit --
Frankie: You know what? I know what I'm going to do. I am going to concentrate on getting the red swan back, you know, throw myself into my work, and I'm going to clear your name for you, Derek, I am.
Derek: You're a good friend, Frankie.
Frankie: Yeah? Well, you are, too.
Frankie: Stacey. Hi.
Derek: What are you doing here? I thought you were going to stay at the law office tonight.
Stacey: Is there some special reason why you wanted me to stay there?
Derek: You know there was.
Frankie: Hey, she's not talking about that, Derek, and you are way off base, Stacey.
Frankie: It's not what you're thinking. It's not even close.
Derek: Oh, man.
Frankie: You know, Derek was just being a good friend to me. And I shouldnít have to say this to you, Stacey, but first of all, I am insulted that you think I would do that to you, and secondly, if you donít know how he feels about you, then you're out of your mind and you donít deserve him. So right now I am going to leave you two alone and get out of here.
Derek: I'll talk to you, Frankie.
Frankie: Yeah, see you later, Derek.
Derek: Going to be ok?
Derek: She had a rough time. You know, she was --
Stacey: Look, no. You donít have to explain. I was just being stupid. Frankie was right, and I'm sorry.
Derek: I'd never --
Stacey: I know. You guys are good friends and I've seen you together. It's fine. It's better than fine.
Stacey: You guys are so easy with each other.
Derek: I donít understand.
Stacey: You're just a lot alike, that's all.
Derek: Well, sometimes it's the differences --
Derek: How are Frankie and I alike?
Stacey: I donít know, you're -- you just talk easily to one another.
Derek: Frankie talks easily to a lot of people.
Stacey: I know. I -- I just think that you guys share sentiments and --
Derek: Oh, and you and I donít?
Stacey: No, that's not what I meant.
Derek: Because I think we're pretty good that way.
Stacey: So do I.
Derek: And I know sometimes we donít have to say anything at all.
Stacey: No, we donít, and I'll know exactly what you're feeling.
Stacey: You going to answer that?
Derek: I donít want to answer it.
Derek: You think I should?
Derek: Maybe I should answer it.
Derek: I'll answer it. Yeah?
Cal: What took you so long?
Derek: What do you want?
Cal: That little present we talked about? Have you got it for me yet?
Lucas: What a beautiful night. The stars, the sky is so clear. You know, someone said it's going to pour tomorrow. Would you believe this gorgeous --
Iris: Are you planning to spend all evening talking about the weather?
Lucas: Well, at least I got you to say something. Would you pour me one of those, please?
Iris: No. Get it yourself.
Lucas: All right.
Iris: Or better still, why donít you leave?
Lucas: I'm not leaving until you tell me why you're so angry.
Iris: Nobody tells me to shut up.
Lucas: I didnít tell you to shut up. I told you to mind your own business.
Iris: And nobody tells me to mind my own business, either.
Lucas: Well, you've told me to mind my own business a few times, as I remember.
Iris: Lucas, I donít like rudeness.
Lucas: I said I was sorry.
Iris: I will not tolerate you keeping any secrets, particularly about Cory and my family. Is that understood?
Iris: No, it is not fine, and it wonít be fine until you tell me exactly what went on between you and Mitch Blake.
Lucas: I think he can be a detriment to our plans.
Lucas: Well, he and Rachel lived together, didnít they?
Lucas: Well, his opinion might mean something to her.
Iris: Did you have a fight with Mitch?
Lucas: Iris, I want you to tell me everything about Mitch and Rachel.
Iris: Oh, I get it. You're worried. You're really worried that Mitch might turn Rachel against you.
Lucas: I want to know how they met, what their relationship was like -- everything.
Vicky: Evan, why are you still here?
Evan: Because I'm not leaving till we finish our discussion. Now, what kind of game are you playing with Jamie?
Vicky: I am trying to get my son back.
Evan: By sleeping with Jamie?
Vicky: By doing anything I can.
Evan: Unless, of course, you're not being honest with me. Maybe you're really trying to get Jamie back.
Evan: You've got no feelings for him whatsoever?
Vicky: Oh, yeah, I've got feelings. I despise him.
Evan: Oh, I see. So what you're planning in your mind is perfectly honorable. I mean, you're not playing games, you're not manipulating?
Vicky: It's the only way with Jamie.
Evan: Or maybe the only way with any man.
Vicky: What is that supposed to mean?
Evan: I donít know, I get this feeling that he's not the first guy you jerked around.
Vicky: Oh, God, I hate that expression.
Evan: Yeah, you hate that expression because it's true, and he's not the first guy you've done that to to get what you want.
Vicky: Afraid I'm manipulating you, Evan?
Evan: No, I'm hip to your games, kid.
Vicky: You think you're some part of a diabolical plan of mine to get revenge on Jamie?
Evan: You denying it?
Vicky: Yeah. You know me better than that.
Evan: Yeah, I do. And God help me, you and I are a lot alike.
Felicia: You know, I really canít --
Mitch: Look, I donít like --
Felicia: Oh, God. It is so good to hear your voice again.
Mitch: Yours, too.
Felicia: I'm so sorry. Really I am.
Mitch: I'm sorry.
Felicia: I know you were really just trying to protect me. I know that.
Mitch: You know, maybe that's the wrong thing to do.
Felicia: No. No, it's not.
Mitch: Well, you're pretty capable of taking care of yourself.
Felicia: Yeah, maybe. I am glad you're trying to help me.
Mitch: I love you.
Felicia: You know, we really have so much going for us. I mean, we love each other, we trust each other. We're friends. I mean, we're good friends. You know how rare that is in a marriage?
Mitch: I know that I'm lucky.
Felicia: I am, too. Let's never forget how lucky we are, ok?
Felicia: Ok. Let's not let anyone or anything from our past ever get in our way. Ok?
Iris: Rachel slept with Mitch for information, or so she says. Oh, and there was another woman called Janice Frame.
Iris: Rachel ended up killing her.
Iris: All terribly sordid, darling, but all to save Daddy's life, or so Rachel said.
Lucas: Well, how do you know that isnít true?
Iris: Well, it may be. Rachel always had the most marvelous excuses for her infidelities, and darling Daddy believed every one of them. Rachel could never do anything wrong in his eyes.
Lucas: How long were they together?
Iris: Long enough to have a son -- Matthew. Daddy was absolutely devastated, but being the noble man he was, he raised Matthew just like his own.
Lucas: So why did they break up?
Iris: Who, Mitch and Rachel?
Iris: Well, he didnít have any money, darling, and she was as poor as a church mouse.
Lucas: I am not interested in her background. I want to know about Mitch and her.
Iris: Why? Why, Lucas, what have you got in mind?
Lucas: You donít need to know, not just yet.
Iris: I thought we said no secrets between us.
Lucas: Oh, secrets are what make life fascinating.
Stacey: You have to prove yourself?
Stacey: To Cal?
Stacey: I donít believe this. You have to prove yourself to a crook?
Derek: He doesn't trust me.
Stacey: Well, I donít trust him. Frankly, I think he's probably the one that sent me that threatening note.
Derek: It's possible.
Stacey: Well, who else could it have been?
Derek: Hey, look, let's just stop the detective work, ok, for today? I want to get you settled in for the night.
Stacey: Wouldnít I be a lot safer if I stayed at your place?
Derek: Cal's having my place watched.
Stacey: How do you know that?
Derek: I know him. And if you keep coming in and out over there, he's going to wonder what's going on. I'll have a tough time explaining who you are.
Stacey: You will stay with me for a little while, wonít you?
Derek: Yeah, but just a little while because I've got something I have to do.
Stacey: Prove yourself?
Stacey: How are you going to do it?
Derek: Steal something.
Stacey: Steal something?
Derek: From Felicia.
Vicky: I am nothing like you.
Evan: Is that such an insult?
Vicky: It's ridiculous.
Evan: You're a conniver, Vicky.
Vicky: Listen, Evan, I am trying to get custody of my son.
Evan: By lying and pretending and sleeping with a man you say you despise?
Vicky: I despise him, and I have every right. He's the one who walked out on me. He's the one who took the son from my own arms.
Evan: Well, I know how hurt you've been, but you have been less than honorable through this whole thing.
Vicky: What have I done?
Evan: Well, let's take a little trip down memory lane, ok? You lured Jamie away from his fiancťe.
Vicky: And who says I lured him?
Evan: He was very, very much in love with her.
Vicky: Then why did he dump her?
Evan: Because he thought you were carrying his baby.
Vicky: It was his baby.
Evan: You didnít know that at the time.
Vicky: How do you know all this, Evan?
Evan: Unless, of course, that baby had been born with brown hair and brown eyes.
Vicky: Get out of my house.
Evan: You see, Vicky, I know a little bit about genetics. Blue eyes are recessive, and so is blond hair, which means that any baby you and Jamie could have couldn't be anything but blond hair and blue eyes.
Vicky: Get out!
Evan: Which would've really been a dead ringer, would've given you away.
Vicky: I hate you.
Evan: Sure, you hate me. You hate anybody that makes you face the truth. Well, I'll tell you something, you can run those numbers on Jamie, sweet one, but you canít on me.
Vicky: Get out. Get out. You get out of my house, you never come back! I never want to see you again!
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