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Another World Transcript Wednesday 9/7/05

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Rachel: Hi.

Mitch: Hi.

Rachel: What are you doing here?

Mitch: Well, I'm taking Matthewís place. I hope you donít mind.

Rachel: Of course I donít mind. If the little Robert Redford couldn't make it, you'll do just fine.

Mitch: Well, you were so late getting off the plane, I was starting to wonder if I even had the correct flight.

Rachel: Oh, I'm sorry about that. I was just too tired. I was sitting there in my seat.

Mitch: Rough trip?

Rachel: Yeah, it was. Just a lot of work, you know? I'm glad to be home.

P.A. announcer: Paging Rachel Cory. Rachel Cory, please pick up the white courtesy phone at the nearest Trans am counter. Message for Rachel Cory.

Rachel: Hope it's not bad news. Hello? This is Rachel Cory. Yeah. Hi. What's up? Yeah, ok. Well, I just got on the ground, ok? I've got to take my bags home, got to check in there, and then I'll be into the office. Yeah, well, you can tell her that. All right. Yeah, I'll see you soon.

Mitch: Is there a problem?

Rachel: Oh, gosh, I'm not on the ground for two minutes and it all starts.

Amanda: Ok. Thanks, June. Mom's on her way over.

Evan: Oh, that's great.

Amanda: What's wrong with you?

Evan: Well, I think we could've handled this without bothering Rachel.

Amanda: I want my mother's opinion.

Evan: Oh, and what you want you get?

Amanda: I'll get an opinion that I can trust.

Evan: Meaning mine you canít?

Amanda: Yes, that's exactly what I mean.

Evan: Well, you're obviously referring to last night.

Amanda: You kept me standing at Tops waiting for somebody that you knew was not going to show up.

Evan: Well, it wonít happen again.

Amanda: That's not the point!

Evan: Isnít it?

Jamie: Evan.

Evan: Donít bother, Jamie. I was just leaving.

Jamie: Actually, you're the one I came to see.

Vicky: It was so perfect. I had Jamie exactly where I wanted him.

Bridget: And where was that, pray tell?

Vicky: Bridget, do I have to spell everything out for you? We were about to make love.

Bridget: Oh, I see.

Vicky: And then that jerk Evan walked in the door and just blew the entire thing.

Bridget: Well, I thought the whole plan of all of this was to get Jamie out of your life.

Vicky: No, no, no, that was before.

Bridget: Wait a minute, now. Listen, are you saying to me that you're still in love with Jamie?

Vicky: No, of course not. You donít get it, do you?

[Doorbell rings]

Bridget: No, I donít, dear --

Vicky: Ugh.

Bridget: As usual!

Vicky: Oh, Jake, thank God you are here.

Jake: Ok, I'll bite. What's the big emergency? Hey, hey, hey!

Vicky: I have got a problem, and you are the only one who can help me.

Michael: Well, I donít know that it's anything to really get upset about, Donna.

Donna: I'm not upset at all. I'm merely surprised that you summoned me into your private sanctuary.

Michael: "Summoned"?

Donna: To object to my venture with Jake.

Michael: Well, first of all, I didnít summon you.

Donna: But you do object?

Michael: I didnít say that.

Donna: You didnít have to.

Michael: Look, I just want to make sure you know what you're doing before you commit large sums of cash.

Donna: I know exactly what I'm doing.

Michael: Really?

[Phone rings]

Michael: Excuse me. Michael Hudson.

Arianne: Time has run out, Michael. I need an answer, now.

Michael: The answer is no.

Arianne: The club wonít like that answer.

Michael: I couldn't care less.

Arianne: I thought I made it perfectly clear that you canít walk away from this.

Michael: Well, I am, and that's the end of this discussion.

Arianne: Not quite.

Michael: We have nothing more to say. Am I making myself clear?

Arianne: Rethink this, Michael. I'm sure your beautiful wife sitting across from you would expect you to do the right thing.

Michael: Goodbye.

Donna: What was that all about?

Michael: A business associate in Zurich.

Donna: Who?

Michael: Someone that is trying to push me into doing a deal that I donít want to do.

Donna: Well, you made that very clear.

Michael: Now about you.

Donna: You're not going to argue me out of this, Michael.

Michael: Donna, I just want to know --

Donna: I'm not one of your people in Zurich.

Michael: What kind of money are you committing to Jake?

Donna: I'm not telling you.

Michael: Ok, all right, wait a minute. We have now a video store, right?

Donna: Correct.

Michael: Ok, now, to equip that kind of studio --

Donna: It's very expensive, I know.

Michael: You know? Oh, you've researched this?

Donna: Well, of course I have, Michael. Good heavens. I've been around the block.

Michael: More like around the apartment.

Donna: The block.

Michael: Ok. The block. The point is, Donna, is that this could wind up costing you a small fortune.

Donna: I intend to get a return on my investment. I'm going to get my money's worth.

Michael: Wait a minute, wait a minute, why do I sense all of a sudden this has some kind of double meaning?

Donna: Do you really? Well, I have to go. I've got a meeting with my accountant.

Michael: Oh, to get Jake his cash? Is that right?

Donna: Mm-hmm.

Michael: Something's going on here, Donna.

Donna: Goodbye, my love.

Michael: What is it?

Donna: See you later.

Michael: I want to know what's going on here, Donna.

Donna: Goodbye!

Vicky: Jake, I need an answer.

Jake: I'm thinking, I'm thinking.

Vicky: Well, come on, this is urgent.

Jake: Yeah.

Vicky: "Yeah," what?

Jake: "Yeah, what," I know somebody I think can help you out.

Vicky: Great!

Jake: First --

Vicky: Oh -- who?

Jake: First I want to know what this is all about.

Vicky: Now, you think that I should have Steven with me, right?

Jake: I already said that, Vicky.

Vicky: Well, then give me the card and just shut up.

Jake: Fine.

Vicky: This -- this is the guy?

Jake: Just give him a call.

Vicky: "David Bruce"?

Jake: Good, you can read.

Vicky: Oh, God, you're wonderful! I knew you would come through for me.

Jake: Ok, I got to get back to work.

Vicky: Oh, back to the old studio?

Jake: Yeah, as a matter of fact, you should drop by and see your old lady's money at work.

Vicky: You know, you never did tell me how that all worked out.

Jake: You're right, I never did.

Vicky: Jake --

Jake: See you.

Vicky: Hey, thank you.

Jake: Welcome.

[Vicky hums]

Bridget: Well, here we are, Jake. A nice pot of coffee and scones just the way you like them.

Vicky: He left.

Bridget: Beg your pardon?

Vicky: He left.

Bridget: Oh, aye, so he did.

Vicky: But he does come in handy when you need him.

Bridget: Why are you waving that little card in front of my face?

Vicky: It's my ace in the hole.

Bridget: I donít think I like the sound of this.

Vicky: Bridget, there's going to be a happy ending to all this.

Bridget: That's what you're always saying.

Vicky: And I'm always right.

Bridget: You're never right. All the schemes that you've ever planned -- they've all backfired on you.

Vicky: You know, I will never understand that Scottish temperament of yours. So pessimistic.

Bridget: Well, now, wait a minute. Wait a minute. Now, where are you going?

Vicky: To see Jamie, mend a few fences. Oh, it's all going to go so swimmingly. Ta-ta.

Bridget: Oh, no. Oh, my.

Amanda: You want to talk to Evan?

Jamie: That's right.

Amanda: What business do you have with Evan?

Evan: No, I was -- let me ask that question.

Jamie: Could we have two minutes alone?

Amanda: Jamie, come on, I have things to do here.

Jamie: Probably less. Please?

Amanda: Five minutes?

Jamie: Mm-hmm.

Amanda: Ok. We'll discuss the Ross Gordon situation later, ok?

Evan: Yeah, whatever.

Jamie: Sit down, Evan.

Evan: No, I'll stand. Is this about last night?

Jamie: Sure is.

Evan: Well, I'm listening.

Jamie: When I left Vickyís last night, I was pretty angry.

Evan: Yes, you were.

Jamie: Partly because some of the things you said were true.

Evan: Much more than "some."

Jamie: I do have some conflicting feelings about Vicky.

Evan: Really?

Jamie: But that doesn't give you the right to barge into my house, Evan.

Evan: Vickyís house.

Jamie: Nor does it give you the right to tell me what to do or how to feel, and above all, how to treat Vicky.

Evan: No, I've got every right. You see, Vickyís my friend, and I donít like seeing her jerked around.

Jamie: Oh, you can say that? You, the master of jerking people around?

Evan: What's that supposed to mean?

Jamie: I'm talking about Amanda. You've been playing games with Amanda for months now.

Evan: That's a lie, Jamie.

Jamie: I didnít come here to start a fight, Evan. My mother respects you and needs your opinion, ok? But I'm putting you on warning. From now on, you stay out of my life and Amandaís. Clear?

Olivia: Wow, looks like I got here just in the nick of time.

Sam: Olivia.

Olivia: I would've been here sooner, but the traffic -- you wouldnít believe it out there.

Sam: I thought you had class today.

Olivia: Well, I did. I took a 10:00 and a noon -- back-to-back torture.

Sam: Yeah, but we weren't going to work --

Olivia: I have to really push myself if I'm going to qualify for Bay City ballet's new season.

Sam: Yeah, right. Look, Olivia --

Olivia: So let's get started, all right?

Sam: Actually, Olivia, I was about to call it a day.

Olivia: Why? Come on, it's so early.

Sam: Yeah, well, I canít seem to focus.

Olivia: Well, Sam, maybe -- maybe I can change that for you. Come on.

Sam: Come on, Olivia. Look, today is not it. I just donít feel it.

Olivia: Sam, I came all the way over here. Just give it a few minutes, all right? Ok? Come on.

Sam: Ok, ok.

Olivia: All right.

Sam: All right, fine, sit. Inspire me, inspire me.

Olivia: Here. All right, now, let's set this pose. All right, now arch that a little bit. Look up, look over, long in the neck. That's perfect. Ok.

Olivia: Do you want me to take off my rings or my bracelets or something like that?

Sam: No.

Olivia: My watch?

Sam: No.

Olivia: Anything?

Sam: No, it's fine.

Olivia: Ok. You sure?

Sam: Yeah. What the hell is -- ah!

Olivia: What? What happened?

Sam: It's my pattern today. Come on, stand up. I sketch for about 30 seconds, rip it up, and start all over again. Ok, sit, sit.

Olivia: Well -- I know -- you probably need some calcium.

Sam: What?

Olivia: Calcium. It has a calming effect. You know, that's why they suggest they take it, you know, before you go to sleep at night?

Sam: Yeah, calcium, right.

Olivia: Calcium.

Sam: The last thing I need right now is calcium. There, like this. Now, put this here. Can you lift up your body a little bit? There. Now, long again.

Olivia: Yeah.

Sam: Look over there.

Olivia: How's that?

Sam: That's beautiful. That's really beautiful. Ok.

Olivia: Yogurt, anyway. You should eat yogurt -- with fruit, probably.

Sam: No, no, I'm fine. Look, I'm just a little tense today. It's not because of my lack of calcium, yogurt, or anything else. Ok.

Olivia: Well, what is it because of?

Sam: It's -- everybody up at the house is stressed out, and it's just starting to get to me, you know?

Olivia: Yeah, I guess they must all be under a lot of pressure.

Sam: That is an understatement.

Olivia: It always surprises me how Amanda manages to find any time at all for you and Alli.

Sam: Well, she manages.

Olivia: She's so involved with her work at Cory. Oh, well, I guess I just never really understood how a woman can be so ambitious and driven the way Amanda is and still be able to devote herself to her family.

Sam: Olivia?

Olivia: Yeah?

Sam: You're here to pose. Pose -- look -- not to talk.

Amanda: You're still here.

Evan: No, Amanda, it just looks that way.

Amanda: What was with you and Jamie, anyway?

Evan: Why donít you ask him?

Amanda: I did. I saw him at the elevator. He wouldnít say anything to me.

Evan: Why should he?

Amanda: I think I have a right to know.

Evan: Drop it, Amanda.

Amanda: Was it about Vicky?

Evan: Let it go.

Amanda: Look, if it upsets my brother, then it concerns me.

Evan: Well, it's really none of your damn business. I've had enough Cory righteousness for one day.

Amanda: Was it about me? Was it?

Evan: You really want to know? Fine, I'll tell you. After you blew up at me last night, I paid a call on Vicky.

Amanda: You went to Vickyís?

Evan: Yeah. When I got there, you know who I found? There was the good doctor, who swore to a judge that she had betrayed him and that there's no way he could let his child be raised by that woman. Well, if I didnít walk in the door when I did, the good doctor was about to make love to that woman.

Rachel: Oh, just put it anywhere, Mitch. Thanks. You know, you're a really good friend.

Mitch: Well, I hope you'll take some good advice from a good friend and maybe try to lay low for a few days, get some rest, donít see anybody.

Rachel: Oh, I wish I could, but I canít.

[Phone rings]

Rachel: Oh, see? Hello?

Felicia: Rachel.

Rachel: Yeah, hi.

Felicia: Hi, it's Felicia. What are you doing there?

Rachel: I live here.

Felicia: No, no, I mean, I thought you were staying in New York a few more days.

Rachel: Oh, no, I'm back. How are you doing?

Felicia: Oh, I'm fine. I'm just trying to track Mitch down. He went over to see Matthew and he hasn't come back yet.

Rachel: Well, that's because he very kindly picked me up at the airport. He's right here. Let me put him on.

Felicia: No, no, it's ok. I've got to go. Just tell him I'm home. Bye-bye.

Rachel: That was Felicia.

Mitch: I noticed.

Rachel: She said to tell you that she was home.

Mitch: Ok, well, I guess I should be headed in that direction.

Rachel: Yeah, guess you should.

Mitch: And you're ok?

Rachel: Yeah, I'm ok, thanks.

Mitch: Ok.

Rachel: Thanks for picking me up. So I'll talk to you soon, ok?

Jamie: Hey, I thought I heard voices.

Rachel: Hi.

Jamie: Hello, Mitch.

Mitch: Hi, Jamie. Would you please see that your mom gets some rest?

Jamie: What?

Rachel: Thanks a lot for picking me up. Hey.

Jamie: Hi. I'm glad you're home.

Rachel: Oh, I'm glad to be home.

Jamie: How are you?

Rachel: Good. How are you?

Jamie: Good, I'm very good. What did Mitch mean about making sure you get some rest?

Rachel: Oh, I just told him that I'd had a busy business trip, that's all. Ooh, sorry, I got makeup on you.

Jamie: Well, you should get some rest, Mom.

Rachel: I know. I'll get some rest as soon as I find out what's going on with you. I want to hear all about it.

Jamie: Uh, no, you donít.

Rachel: Why not? What happened?

Jamie: Well, it's, like, "Welcome home, Mom. Sit down, relax. Grab a chair and let me tell you about all the misadventures of yours truly," you know?

Rachel: Jamie, get over here and tell me what happened.

Jamie: Well, nothing but a just a slight flare-up between Evan and I.

Rachel: Oh?

Jamie: Yeah, about Vicky.

Rachel: Oh. What happened?

Jamie: Well, just the Frame temper happened, that's all.

Rachel: You didnít fight, did you? Did you fight?

Jamie: No. Thank God it stopped short of that.

Vicky: All right, then, Hilda, please, take it easy!

Hilda: You are here. Mrs. Frame would like to see you.

Rachel: Yeah --

Jamie and Rachel: We heard.

Hilda: On behalf of the staff, we'd like to say welcome back, Mrs. Cory.

Rachel: Oh, thank you very much. Tell the staff I'll be down to see them in a minute.

Vicky: Yes, well, I'm not staff, but may I say, welcome back.

Rachel: Thank you. You may.

Vicky: How are you doing? You look just fabulous.

Rachel: Well, you look fabulous, too, Vicky.

Vicky: Thank you.

Rachel: I'm in a hurry, actually. I have to get to the office. It needs me.

Jamie: You have to go right now?

Rachel: Yeah, another crisis. Sorry. Another crisis.

Donna: And if we need more storage space, we can build it right over there in that corner.

Jerry: It's a good space.

Donna: Isnít it fabulous?

Jerry: Hard to find something like this.

Donna: And it's so cheap.

Jerry: Cheap it's not. "Reasonable" I'll buy, but it looks like you're off to a good start.

Donna: Well, I wanted your seal of approval.

Jerry: You've got it. I wish you nothing but success.

Donna: Thank you. Ok, now let's get down to business.

Jerry: Business?

Donna: Yes. My partner, whom you do not know --

Jerry: Jake McClintock?

Donna: McKinnon. I'm -- um -- let me see if can put this the right way. It's a question of his honesty -- or lack of honesty.

Jerry: He's your partner and you donít trust him?

Donna: Yet. I donít trust him yet, and that's where you're going to come in.

Jerry: I'm to tell you whether you should trust him or not?

Donna: In a way. I want to devise a little plan, and I want you to help me.

Jerry: How?

Donna: I need $25,000 in cash by this afternoon.

Jerry: Donna, as your accountant, I advise you --

Donna: Jerry, please -- Jerry, just please, please do as I say.

Jerry: 25,000?

Donna: You see, Jake thinks that I'm some idiot dilettante who will just front all of the money and never check the books.

Jerry: Where did he ever get that idea?

Donna: Now, I'm better at all this now. You know that.

Jerry: Yes, you are, you are. It would be hard to be worse.

Donna: Now, hush. Just listen to me. I want it to appear to Jake that I'm giving him carte blanche.

Jerry: 25 grand is a lot of Blanche.

Donna: Then later I'll check the bank account and I'll see if he's transferred the money into his own account. That'll work, wonít it?

Jerry: Is this a test or a trap?

Jake: Hey, Donna --

Donna: Hi.

Jake: I didnít know you were going to stop by today.

Donna: Yes, I was just showing Jerry where it's all going to happen.

Jake: Hi there. My name's Jake McKinnon. How you doing?

Donna: Oh, that's right. You two donít know one another. Jerry Posner -- this is my accountant. Uh, Jake.

Jake: Pleased to meet you.

Jerry: Same here.

Donna: Jerry was just on his way to getting the 25,000 in cash.

Jerry: It shouldnít take too long.

Donna: Ok, we'll be waiting. Thanks. Well, we're on our way.

Vicky: I have never seen Steven laugh so much.

Jamie: Yeah, he's in quite a mood today, isnít he?

Vicky: It must be that swing you got him. He just adores it.

Jamie: Oh, I know. It's a big hit.

Vicky: I'm impressed on how well adjusted Steven seems to be. You've obviously worked very hard at making him happy.

Jamie: Well, he's my son. It's not work.

Vicky: Well, whatever it is, I'm really grateful -- to you and your family. Especially Rachel. She loves him a lot.

Jamie: Yeah, he really cheers her up. As a matter of fact, he cheers us all up.

Vicky: How is she doing?

Jamie: As well as can be expected.

Vicky: Well, because she just seemed a little on edge. I -- I thought it was maybe because I came over.

Jamie: No, no, no.

Vicky: Really, I should have called before I stopped by.

Jamie: Vicky, it has nothing to do with you. She just has a lot on her mind right now.

Vicky: So do I. Jamie, I really want to apologize.

Jamie: If it's about last night --

Vicky: It is. We need to talk about it.

Jamie: No, we donít.

Vicky: Please. It was very upsetting to me.

Jamie: That's why I want to forget about it.

Vicky: Evan had no right to say what he did.

Jamie: Vicky, it's done.

Vicky: Please let me finish. I want you to know that I in no way agree with what he did. I would have thrown him out, but I was just so stunned. I'm just really furious with him because I think he interrupted a really wonderful evening.

Jamie: Yeah, he did that.

Vicky: You agree it was wonderful?

Jamie: Well, I didnít say that.

Vicky: Ok. I'm sorry. I donít want to put you on the spot. But I want you to know how much it means to me that we can be friends again. And I hope you donít blame me for Evanís behavior.

Jamie: I donít.

Vicky: Good.

Amanda: You're lying.

Evan: No, I was there. I saw him.

Amanda: Well, you must have misunderstood what you saw.

Evan: Nobody can misunderstand what was going on.

Amanda: Jamie is divorcing Vicky. He canít stand her.

Evan: Amanda, I'm not going to sit here and argue with you. I'm telling you just the way I saw it.

Amanda: Well, if that is the way it is, then it's just going to drive you crazy, isnít it? Because you canít stand competition.

Evan: Well, you know what drives me crazy is the Coryís need to always feel superior to everybody else. Jamieís got his self-righteous divorce, you've got that perfect marriage. Well, I've had it up to here with both of you!

Amanda: I do have a wonderful marriage. Maybe that's what you canít stand.

Evan: Oh, Amanda, just shut up. You're so blind, you canít even see what's going on underneath your nose, can you?

Amanda: Goodbye, Evan.

Evan: Not whether it's Jamie, Vicky, Sam, or Olivia.

Amanda: Sam and Olivia?

Evan: That's right. If you're so concerned about preserving this perfect marriage bit, drop by the studio!

Amanda: Sam and --

Evan: That's right, and Olivia.

Amanda: Oh, no. No. No, I know exactly what you're doing. You're trying to undermine my marriage.

Evan: Oh, really? Is that what I'm trying to do?

Amanda: It's not going to work, Evan.

Evan: Oh, get off of it, Amanda.

Rachel: What on earth is going on here? I could hear your voices all the way down the hall.

Sam: Damn it.

Olivia: What? What's wrong now?

Sam: It's just not working.

Olivia: Well, can I do anything?

Sam: Yes. You can go home.

Olivia: No. No, Sam, not yet.

Sam: Olivia, it's just not working out. Not today.

Olivia: But you haven't given it enough time.

Sam: Olivia --

Olivia: You're just blocked, Sam. It happens to me all the time in dance. I mean, you try so hard and you just freeze up.

Sam: Look, I really donít care why it's not working, ok? It's just not.

Olivia: But it's important, Sam. Because if you canít figure out why, then you'll never be able to conquer it.

Sam: Olivia, I donít want to conquer it, I want to sit in front of a TV set with a beer and a bag of chips and watch "Gilliganís island."

Olivia: No, you donít. You're an artist.

Sam: Ugh.

Olivia: You want to accomplish. You want to create.

Sam: Not today, I donít.

Olivia: Only because of all the distractions. I know. All you need is to change your environment.

Sam: My environment?

Olivia: Yes. Sometimes that's all it -- all it takes to free an artist's creative impulses. You know, new stimuli, new emanations.

Sam: New emanations?

Olivia: Yes.

Sam: Yeah, right.

Olivia: And I know exactly where you can find them.

Sam: Look, Olivia, I donít --

Olivia: My place. Let's go.

Sam: Olivia, I donít think your place is such a good idea.

Olivia: No, it's a great idea. It's beautiful there.

Sam: I canít go to your place.

Olivia: Come on, let's go.

Evan: You have to excuse us, Rachel.

Amanda: We didnít realize we were being that loud.

Rachel: Obviously.

Amanda: You didnít hear everything that we were saying?

Rachel: I heard voices yelling. Do you care to tell me what this is about?

Amanda: Mom, it's just office problems. It's nothing. Welcome back.

Evan: Yeah, Rachel, you look great.

Rachel: Well, I donít know how I feel. Do you know what it's like getting off a plane and finding out immediately you have another office crisis to deal with after you've been working steadily for two weeks?

Amanda: Ross Gordon has really been giving us a hard time.

Rachel: And then I walk down the halls and I hear you two arguing?

Evan: Rachel, just relax. Before you go any further, this is all my fault.

Rachel: I donít care whose fault it is. Before I left, you promised me that you would both put aside your personal differences and learn to work together for Cory Publishing. Do you remember that?

Evan: It's just a project that we canít agree on.

Rachel: Well, you better learn a different way of disagreeing. Now, what about Ross Gordon?

Amanda: He's been insisting on some major editorial changes before the next "Brava" issue.

Rachel: What?

Evan: Well, it's going to delay printing.

Amanda: And cost us thousands.

Evan: And we just weren't sure how you would like us to handle him.

[Intercom buzzes]

Rachel: This is "Brava"?

Amanda: Excuse me.

Rachel: He wants editorial decisions on "Brava"?

Evan: Well, he's been insisting on them nonstop.

Amanda: Yes, June, what is it?

Rachel: Well, what have you said to him?

Amanda: Sure. Yeah, that's great. Put him on hold, all right? Mom?

Rachel: What?

Amanda: Ross Gordon. He knows that you're back. He wants to talk to you.

Rachel: Um, I'm not here.

Amanda: Where are you?

Rachel: In a traffic jam. I donít want to talk to him.

Evan: Wait a second. You came all the way over here. At least give us your opinion.

Rachel: This is about "Brava," isnít it? Editorial decisions about "Brava"? That's Iris' department. He voted her in, he can deal with her.

Amanda: Mom, where are you going?

Rachel: I've had it, Amanda. I've been working nonstop for two weeks. I'm leaving. I'm exhausted. This is Iris' problem. He voted her in, he deals with Iris. You tell him that for me.

Mitch: I'm home.

Felicia: I can see that.

Mitch: Any calls?

Felicia: No. How is Rachel?

Mitch: Well, she's tired, she seems stressed and strung out.

Felicia: Does she?

Mitch: Do we need to talk?

Felicia: Talk about what?

Mitch: Talk about whatever you're angry about. Let's discuss it.

Felicia: Ok. Why donít you start?

Mitch: Ok. As long as it doesn't have anything to do with Lucas, I hope.

Felicia: It doesnít.

Mitch: Then what are you angry about? Wait a minute -- because I went to the airport to pick up Rachel. Is that it?

Felicia: I'm not angry because of what you did. I'm angry because you lied about it.

Mitch: Because I lied about it?

Felicia: Yes. I tried to reach you at Iris'.

Mitch: Oh.

Felicia: That is where you said you'd be.

Mitch: Ah. Oh, ok, ok, I see.

Felicia: It was just a little bit embarrassing to find out that neither Iris or Lucas were even expecting you.

Mitch: I'm sorry.

Felicia: Are you?

Mitch: Yes, I'm sorry about the confusion, but I didnít lie to you.

Felicia: No?

Mitch: No. No, I went by. I was going to go by and see Iris. I went by and saw Matthew. He was running late to pick up Josie. I said, "I'll do you a favor. I'll go to the airport, I'll pick up Rachel." That's all there was to it.

Felicia: I see.

Mitch: I hope so. Because, what, I mean, was there some sort of problem? Was there some sort of big emergency?

Felicia: No, no, no emergency. Just thought I would spend an afternoon with my husband alone.

Mitch: Well, I'm here. Would you like to go to dinner?

Felicia: No. No, I'm in the middle of a chapter.

Mitch: Ok. Ok, I wonít disturb you.

[Door opens and closes]

Felicia: Damn.

Michael: Look, my phone is bugged, and for all I know, every phone in my office could be bugged, in the whole building. I want your crew over here tonight and you sweep this place, all right? Thank you.

Michael: Natalie, I want all those European reports to go out by tomorrow. Ok. Then I want no phone calls for the rest of the day -- I mean none. I am gone to everyone, ok? Do I make myself clear? Fine. Thank you very much.

Arianne: You're slipping, Michael. In the old days --

Michael: What's the point, Arianne?

Arianne: The point, dear Michael, is that there's no way out of this. There's no escape.

Jake: 25%? Of course, that makes a big difference. No, hey, thank you. Look, I'll get back to you with a complete order, ok? Some time later this week. Thank you. Yes!

Donna: They gave you 25% off?

Jake: On everything.

Donna: I would've asked for 30%.

Jake: Donna, we're talking about everything -- cameras, equipment, tape, everything!

Donna: Darling, when you pay cash, you get discounts.

Jake: You see? I wouldnít have known that without you.

Donna: And without me, you wouldnít have gotten the cash.

Jake: You're right. You're absolutely right. I was just saying that -- I'm very impressed. You have a great deal of business savvy.

Donna: I have some.

Jake: Oh, you have more than some.

Donna: I'm also very careful.

Jake: I want you to be.

Donna: Which means that you have to sign on the dotted line for this cash. As excited as we are, we mustn't forget that we have a deal.

Jake: You are absolutely right.

Donna: And not only will my percentage of the profits be spelled out and my creative control detailed --

Jake: I know what you're going to say, I know what you're going to say -- my deal is to stay away from Vicky. I donít have a problem with that.

Donna: Good. And you'll continue not to have a problem with that. Yes?

Jake: I canít tell you, Donna. This is -- this whole thing has been a dream of mine for as long as I can remember.

Donna: And it's all coming true.

Jake: Thanks to you.

Donna: And donít ever forget it.

Jake: I swear to you, this is going to be the best video production house in the Midwest.

Donna: I'm counting on it.

Jake: Oh, I wonít let you down. Trust me.

Donna: I'm sure I can.

Amanda: But he's in the studio?

June: I buzzed him, but there wasn't any answer. Olivia's car is in the drive.

Amanda: Oh? I'll be home soon. Bye.

June: Bye.

Evan: The next sound we hear is going to be Ross Gordon exploding.

Amanda: Why? What happened?

Evan: Well, I told him it was too late to make any editorial changes.

Amanda: Well, he must have loved that.

Evan: Well, he has this amazing vocabulary. Now, I think we should call an editorial meeting right away.

Amanda: Look, I'm sorry. It's going to have to wait until tomorrow morning, ok?

Evan: Amanda, the sooner, the better.

Amanda: I know that, but I want to get home and make sure my mother is all right. Now what?

Evan: I just want to say I'm sorry that your mother had to hear us fight.

Amanda: Well, I'm sorry that you're trying to undermine my marriage.

Evan: Amanda, that is not what I'm trying to do.

Amanda: It's not going to work, Evan. I trust Sam totally, and he trusts me.

Mitch: Excuse me. I'm here to do a photographic layout for your golf pro. I was supposed to do it tomorrow, but I actually had some time today. Anyway, can you tell me where the pro shop is?

Bartender: Through there to the left.

Mitch: Thank you.

Rachel: Hey, Ernie.

Ernie: Mrs. Cory.

Rachel: Hi.

Ernie: It's been a long time.

Rachel: Yeah.

Ernie: I haven't seen you since --

Rachel: How's the family?

Ernie: Good, thanks.

Rachel: Good.

Ernie: We miss Mr. Cory here.

Rachel: Yeah, we all miss him, too. Well, I guess I'll have my usual.

Ernie: Right -- club soda with a twist.

Rachel: Thanks.

Singer: It's easy to remember but so hard to forget so I must dream to have your hand

Man: I remember that match as if it were yesterday.

Rachel: Hi, Craig.

Craig: The final game. Mac served a deuce, you poached and hit a drop volley for a winner, and then Mac hit that cannon down the middle for an ace. Game, set, and match to the Coryís.

Rachel: How are you doing?

Craig: I'm in the pink.

Rachel: You look very well. Well, it's nice to see you.

Craig: You look splendid, Rachel, absolutely splendid.

Rachel: Thank you.

Craig: May I buy you a drink?

Rachel: I've already got one, thank you.

Craig: Put this on my tab, Ernie.

Rachel: Please, no.

Craig: Oh, I insist. And one of my wheelwright specials, Ernie. You aren't with anybody, are you?

Rachel: No.

Craig: Neither am I. Ah, nectar of the Gods. You're a good man, Ernie. Shall we toast?

Rachel: Cheers.

Craig: Oh, I think we can do better than that. Let's see -- to old acquaintance and new beginnings. Yes, it's been quite a year -- Mac, and now Dierdra.

Rachel: Dierdra?

Craig: Oh, we split.

Rachel: Oh. I'm terribly sorry.

Craig: It's been coming for a long time. Divorce was inevitable. We kept it civilized, though. She got the rolls and I kept the house. Listen, I've got an idea. Why donít you let me take you to dinner tonight?

Rachel: Uh, thank you very much, Craig, but I really feel like being alone.

Craig: It's the worst thing for you. What you need more than anything is companionship.

Michael: I will not be railroaded into this.

Arianne: No need for anyone to do that.

Michael: I do not owe that club anything!

Arianne: You're already in it, Michael, in it up to your ears.

Michael: Look, I told you -- Lucas has retired. He's gone straight.

Arianne: You'd swear to that?

Michael: Well, every indication is --

Arianne: You wonít swear to that.

Michael: He hasn't made a wrong move.

Arianne: Ok, what about the red swan? Who stole that?

Michael: I donít know.

Arianne: Have you ruled out Lucas? Of course you havenít. You'd be an idiot if you had. The man is dangerous, Michael.

Michael: He doesn't know who I am yet.

Arianne: But he will. You can bank on it. And once he does, there's no turning back. The only way is forward.

Michael: What's forward, Arianne? Bugging my office, putting me under surveillance?

Arianne: Ok, ok, all right. You're angry. No one likes to be cornered. But face it, Michael -- until Lucas is out of the picture, you're not safe. And if you're not safe, your family isnít safe.

Michael: All right, 24 hours. I need 24 hours.

Arianne: I'll give you two. Two hours from now, and you wonít even need that long. There's only one thing you can do.

Olivia: Come on, Sam, it'll work, I swear. Just give it a chance.

Sam: Olivia, Olivia, I donít want to go to your place.

Olivia: Why? Are you afraid it's an imposition?

Sam: No, it's not an -- look, I just have everything I need right here at the studio.

Olivia: But you canít be creative here.

Sam: And going someplace else isnít going to help me. Look, just not today, all right?

Olivia: All right. Then I have an even better idea. Why donít we do some outdoor sketches? We could go for a nice, relaxing drive. I know this wonderful country inn only about 20 minutes from here. It's beautifully landscaped. Oh, and you know what else? It has wonderful food. We could start off with a really nice, light meal and then get right to work. It'd be great.

Amanda: Well, that sounds really nice.

Sam: Amanda!

Amanda: I wish I could go.

Sam: Hey, I thought you had to work today.

Amanda: No, I decided to come home and spend some time with my husband.

Sam: Oh, lucky me.

Amanda: Unless, of course, you have plans.

Sam: Well, yeah, now I do. I'm going to spend the rest of the day with you.

Amanda: Good, because I'm available.

Sam: Oh, good.

Olivia: Well, I -- I guess I'd better go.

Amanda: Goodbye, Olivia.

Sam: Listen, Olivia -- Olivia, wait a second. Thank you for trying to help, all right? I appreciate it.

Olivia: Right. See you tomorrow.

Sam: Yeah.

Olivia: Bye.

Sam: Bye. Oh, man.

Amanda: Well, you're pretty lucky to have her, huh?

Sam: Yeah. She sure is willing to work.

Amanda: And she's pretty, too.

Sam: Yeah, sort of.

Amanda: Oh, more than "sort of." I think she's pretty cute.

Sam: Not to me.

Amanda: Oh, of course, because you only have eyes for me.

Sam: Yeah, you and Kim Basinger.

Amanda: Wait a second -- what happened to Michelle Pfeiffer?

Sam: Oh, I dumped her weeks ago.

Amanda: Oh, what a break.

Sam: Mm-hmm.

Amanda: Sam?

Sam: Mm-hmm? What?

Amanda: I called you a little earlier, at the studio?

Sam: You did? I didnít know that.

Amanda: They -- they said that you weren't to be disturbed. What's going on?

[Phone rings]

Jamie: Hello?

Vicky: Jamie, it's me, Vicky.

Jamie: Oh. Hello.

Vicky: I just had a terrific idea. Bridget made tons of dinner, put it in the oven, and then went to a movie. Why donít you come over?

Jamie: Um --

Vicky: Well, I rented a couple of movies, too.

Jamie: Well, I canít. I canít.

Vicky: Why not?

Jamie: Well, it's my mother's first night home, and although she's not back from the office yet --

Vicky: Leave her a note. I mean, it wonít take too much of your time. I just thought that it would be important for Steven. You know, I think it would be good for him to see that we're friends again.

Jamie: Fine. I'll be there in about 15 minutes.

Vicky: I'll be waiting. It's all set. Jamieís on his way.

Man: Great.

Vicky: Now, are you absolutely clear on your instructions?

Felicia: Ok, ok, ok, ok, now.

Feliciaís voice: "'The village is talking, Misha.' Misha pulled himself up to his full Cossack height, his eyes piercing her soul. 'Show me one, just one in the village who talks and he shall feel the cold of my steel.' Misha threw herself at his feet, wrapping her arms around his knee-high goatskin boots. 'I love you, my husband. You are my soul, but if there is truth to what is said about you and the gypsy queen --'"

Felicia: Oh, God!

[Russian dance music plays]

Mitch: [Russian accent] She means nothing to me. Oh.

Felicia: [Russian accent] I saw how you looked at her when she danced the dance of the scimitar.

Mitch: No, no, no, no. No, my precious fool. It wasn't she that I was looking at.

Felicia: It wasn't?

Mitch: No. It was the scimitar. So strong, so strong that it cuts through iron. And whoever owns it will rule Russia from the dawn to the Volga. I must have it because I must have you. You are the only woman for me. You are my life. You are all. You are all.

Felicia: Oh, Misha.

Mitch: Oh, Misha.

Craig: It's natural to retreat from life at first, but then the healthy thing to do is to embrace it, seize it, take all that it offers. Life should be fun, Rachel, full of new people, excitement.

Rachel: Craig, would you mind terribly? I really feel like I would like to be alone.

Craig: Well, all I wanted was to --

Rachel: All I wanted was to have a quiet drink by myself.

Craig: Ahem. Enjoy it.

Rachel: Please. No offense, all right?

Craig: None taken.

Rachel: Thanks. Ernie, maybe I'll have something a little stronger. Yeah, you're right. Forget it. Nice to see you.

Mitch: Whoa. Hey, where are you going?

Felicia: I'm leaving.

Mitch: Whoa, whoa, whoa. Are you ok? Is something wrong?

Rachel: I just want to be alone, ok?

Mitch: Wait, wait. Just hang on a second, will you? Will you talk to me? You know, I happen to care about you. If something is going on, will you just talk to me?

Singer: Easy to remember and so hard to forget

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