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Another World Transcript Friday 9/30/05
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Proofread by Daniel
Griffen: Hiding it in plain sight?
Lucas: That's right. Just another one of the props that I put in the warehouse until we need it.
Griffen: The red swan is supposed to be in next week's shipment.
Lucas: Donít worry.
Griffen: Lucas, dump this thing. It is too hot.
Griffen: It'll be worth a fortune.
Lucas: Well, it'll be worth a lot more if we hold on to it for a while.
Griffen: How did Mac Cory get a hold of it to begin with?
Lucas: You know, you ask too many questions, but I'll tell you this -- that the red swan is worth a lot more than it is as an art object, and I plan on holding on to it.
Griffen: No matter who it ruins in the process, right?
Lucas: What's the matter, Griffen? I've never seen you this nervous.
Iris: Hello, Lucas. Well, well, well. We meet again, Mr. Sanders.
Iris: Lucas, you didnít tell me that you two were so chummy.
Olivia: Come on in, Sam. It's beautiful.
Sam: Olivia, are you out of your mind?
Olivia: Why donít you come on in and find out?
Sam: No, I donít think so.
Olivia: Aw, come on. Come on, come on, come on!
Amanda: What are you doing here?
Jamie: Stacey, it's Jamie.
Jamie: You're in Bay City general. Derek brought you in.
Stacey: Oh, my head.
Ronnie: She's conscious. Derek, no.
Jamie: You're going to be fine.
Stacey: I just -- it's like everything went dark all of a sudden. And then the next thing I saw was your face. I'm so glad you're here.
Vicky: So far so good. Oh. Oh, come on, you stupid machine! I'm a person. I need something from you.
Tess: What do you think you're doing?
Sam: You are going to catch pneumonia if you stay in there.
Olivia: No way. The water's much warmer than the air, trust me.
Sam: Olivia, will you get out now?
Amanda: I thought you had left already.
Evan: Yeah. Why donít we -- why donít we go inside?
Amanda: Why? I thought you were in such a big hurry to go and find Vicky.
Sam: Get out now.
Olivia: Why donít you come get me, huh?
Sam: That's enough, Olivia.
Evan: I just needed to get some air, that's all.
Evan: Yeah, there's something I want to talk to you about.
Amanda: Evan, we said everything before.
Evan: No, we didnít. We definitely didnít.
Sam: Come on. Go inside and dry off.
Olivia: I was just trying to have some fun. What's wrong with you?
Sam: Look, I know -- I know what you're trying to do, ok?
Olivia: Boy, if I thought you'd react like this, I never would have --
Sam: Look, there is too much at stake here for this.
Olivia: I donít know what you're talking about.
Sam: I'm talking about what you've been doing ever since you first started sitting for me, and I want this to stop.
Frankie: Oh, boy, it's scary out there.
Frankie: Oh, there's eggs all over the street, there's toilet paper hanging from every streetlight.
Cass: Yeah, it's that time of year again.
Frankie: Yeah. Seems to be more crazy the night before Halloween. Working late.
Cass: Yeah. How did you know I was here?
Frankie: Oh, I was driving by and saw the lights.
Cass: Why were you driving by?
Cass: Your apartment is on the other side of town.
Frankie: Just driving.
Frankie: Well, I always drive when I need to clear my head.
Cass: Oh, your head needs clearing?
Frankie: What's with you, Winthrop?
Cass: Nothing. I'm glad you came over.
Frankie: Oh. Well, I'm glad you're glad.
Cass: I just hope nobody followed you.
Frankie: Yeah. I know what I'm doing.
Cass: Lucas could be tailing you.
Frankie: Hey, it's me, remember? The woman who can spot a tail in 10 seconds.
Cass: Just be careful. Lucas' assistants donít have a very long life expectancy these days.
Frankie: Do you think that we could possibly have imagined this whole thing?
Cass: I saw the body in the storage room. You talked to her sister. Catherine is dead. You know it.
Frankie: But we're the only ones who do know it.
Cass: Except for the killer.
Frankie: But we donít know that Lucas -- he couldn't have done it, Cass.
Cass: How can you be sure?
Frankie: Because he's not a murderer.
Cass: He's a liar and a con man.
Frankie: Well, some of my best friends are con men. He's not going to do anything to me.
Cass: You look nice.
Frankie: Think so?
Cass: So, here we are.
Frankie: Alone again. I -- I only meant --
Cass: No, I -- I know what you meant.
Frankie: I brought my cards.
Cass: Hello. This is he. What? Is she all right? All right, I'll be right over.
Frankie: What is it?
Cass: That was the hospital. Staceyís in the emergency room. They wouldnít tell me what happened.
Frankie: Ok, let's go. I'll drive.
Stacey: Derek, hey.
Jamie: Derek, you canít stay here.
Stacey: Are you ok?
Derek: I'm fine. How's your head?
Stacey: It hurts.
Jamie: Derek --
Derek: I'll stay with you.
Jamie: Derek, I have to find out how badly she's hurt. I canít do that with you here.
Stacey: Hey, look, it's all right. I'm get -- ow.
Derek: What's wrong?
Stacey: Ow. Ah, I just feel like I got the world's worst hangover, you know?
Derek: I'll stay with you.
Stacey: Well, I can leave soon, right?
Jamie: Not for a while, no.
Derek: Why did you go to that bar without me, huh?
Stacey: Just took a stupid chance. I'm sorry.
Derek: Donít be sorry, just get better.
Ronnie: Look, I know how hard it is to wait, Derek.
Derek: I'm real sorry about what I did before.
Ronnie: It's ok.
Derek: Is she going to be all right?
Ronnie: She's conscious. That's the big thing. She'll be ok. Jamieís taking care of her.
Jamie: I had somebody call Cass.
Stacey: Oh, thanks a lot.
Jamie: Now, any double vision? Any ringing in the ears?
Stacey: No. But I could definitely use something for this pain.
Jamie: I'm sorry, kiddo, not with a head injury.
Stacey: You're kidding me.
Jamie: No, I'm not.
Jamie: Tell me, Stacey. Did Derek take you down to the docks?
Jamie: You donít have to protect him now.
Stacey: He didnít. It was me, Jamie.
Jamie: You went all on your own, to a dive at the longshoreman?
Stacey: Yeah. This guy -- this guy called me up, and he told me that he knew something about the red swan, so I went.
Jamie: So it was because of Derek.
Stacey: Jamie, please, give me --
Jamie: Stacey, how many chances are you going to take for this guy?
Iris: Are you two old friends?
Lucas: No. Griffen is thinking of hiring me as a consultant to promote the Bay City ballet.
Iris: Oh, that's a wonderful idea.
Griffen: Yes, it is, and I'm so glad you're here, Mrs. Wheeler.
Iris: You are? Why?
Griffen: Well, it's my understanding that your vote was the deciding factor in the board hiring me as director of the ballet.
Iris: Oh, was it?
Griffen: Yes, it was, and thank you. I hope my stay here in Bay City will be a real change of pace.
Iris: I'm sure it will.
Lucas: Well, Griffen, let's -- let's not hold you up from your dinner plans.
Griffen: You're not. Thank you for your support.
Iris: It's my pleasure. Good night.
Griffen: Good night. Oh, Lucas?
Griffen: Do think about what we talked about.
Lucas: We'll talk. Glad to see you, Iris.
Iris: Are you? I expected to hear from you when you left Feliciaís.
Lucas: I'm sorry. I've been very busy.
Iris: You just always seem to be there.
Lucas: I'm not always there, Iris.
Iris: And if you're not there, you're thinking about her.
Lucas: Iris, have you suddenly become clairvoyant?
Iris: Lucas, are you still in love with Felicia? Canít you tell me, once and for all?
Vicky: I should ask you what you're doing here.
Tess: I work here. I'm calling security.
Vicky: No, donít do that.
Tess: Then you'd better tell me who you are.
Vicky: I'm Victoria Frame. Dr. Frame's wife.
Tess: Why didnít you say so?
Vicky: Oh -- you're new here, aren't you?
Tess: Yeah. When I saw you sitting there in the dark, I --
Vicky: Yeah, I -- ok, now, what's your name?
Tess: Tess Parker.
Vicky: All right, now, I'm going to let you in on a little secret, ok? I'm not supposed to be in here --
Vicky: But I'm going to roast my husband.
Tess: Excuse me?
Vicky: I'm throwing a surprise party for him.
Vicky: So nobody can know that I'm here. You know, I'm going to have a bunch of friends and doctors saying what a good doctor he is, things like that.
Tess: And Dr. Frame doesn't have any idea?
Vicky: No, he says he always finds out about surprises, so he canít know I'm here.
Tess: Mm-hmm. You mind me asking what you were looking for?
Vicky: That? Yeah, well, I had this great idea. I was going to get a bunch of his patients together to make a speech.
Vicky: So I thought I would line them all up and introduce them, and then they could parade out limping and all bandaged up. That's funny, isnít it?
Tess: Yeah, very.
Vicky: Yeah, so I was going to get a patient list to print out, but I happen to be a computer invalid.
Tess: No problem. I can do it for you.
Vicky: You could? Oh, that'd be great.
Tess: Let's see. It should start printing out.
Vicky: Oh -- well, great! I should have figured that out. Thank you very much.
Tess: So when is it?
Vicky: When is what?
Tess: The dinner.
Vicky: Oh. Oh, not for weeks. You know how long those things take to plan.
Tess: I can imagine.
Vicky: So you wonít tell Jamie that I came here, right?
Tess: I have a brother-in-law just like that. Opens all his presents before Christmas.
Vicky: Yeah. So you know what I'm up against. Thanks.
Tess: You must have a lot of fun together.
Vicky: Jamie and me? Oh, loads.
Tess: Well, nice meeting you.
Vicky: Yeah, you, too. Thanks a lot.
Tess: Will you turn the lights out on your way out?
Vicky: Ah, you betcha.
Tess: All right.
Vicky: Ah! Ok -- perfect. Oh. Amazing what you can do in your spare time.
Amanda: What's going on?
Evan: Lots of things.
Amanda: I mean with you. First, I think that you're leaving, and then I see you walking around our grounds. You call me in here and tell me that you want to talk to me.
Evan: I do.
Amanda: Ok, so talk.
Evan: The problem is, Amanda -- I donít know -- I'm just not quite sure what I should say.
Amanda: Because we said everything that there is to say before.
Evan: That was before.
Amanda: How many times do I have to tell you? I love Sam! I always have.
Evan: Oh, and we know what a great guy Sam is and how happy he makes you.
Amanda: I am really sick of hearing how unhappy I am from you. My marriage has never been better.
Evan: Yeah, well, I'm sick of hearing how perfect your life is!
Amanda: Well, then stay out of it!
Evan: You think you know everything there is to know about him, donít you?
Amanda: You're really getting on my nerves, Evan.
Evan: He's got you brainwashed.
Amanda: What are you talking about?
Evan: You just donít see what's right in front of your face, do you?
Amanda: There is nothing right in front of my face!
Evan: Then you're ignorant.
Amanda: Evan, please, just leave.
Evan: You think he's so perfect.
Amanda: He's not perfect. But whatever he is, I want to spend my life with him.
Evan: Ok. Fine. I'm really sorry I bothered you.
Amanda: Evan, I donít know what it is that you're doing, but I wish you would stop. You tell me that you want to be my friend, but every day you go and you do something that pushes me farther away from you.
Evan: You mean Vicky?
Amanda: I donít give a damn about Vicky!
Evan: Sure, you do.
Amanda: Evan, please, just go home.
Amanda: And donít come back this time. I mean it.
Olivia: Well, I guess I made a mistake.
Sam: Yeah, you did.
Olivia: I was only kidding around.
Sam: Look, Olivia, I like you.
Olivia: I donít appreciate being humiliated by people who like me.
Sam: I wasn't the one who stripped naked and jumped in the pool.
Olivia: I donít believe this. You're all alike.
Olivia: Men. You think I was trying to seduce you!
Sam: Weren't you?
Olivia: Sam, if I wanted to seduce you, donít you think I'd pick a more appropriate place?
Sam: I donít know.
Olivia: I grew up in Europe. I've never worn a bathing suit in my life until I came to this country. I just wanted to go swimming.
Sam: No, I donít know about that. If that's true, then you're the most naive girl I've ever met.
Olivia: I'm not a girl.
Sam: Then stop acting like one.
Olivia: I acted like this because I thought you were my friend.
Sam: I'm not like your other friends.
Olivia: Oh, no? And how's that?
Sam: I'm married.
Olivia: I know that.
Sam: Look, I just want to get this straightened out tonight, ok?
Olivia: Fine. Go on. Say whatever you want.
Sam: Are you cold?
Olivia: I'm fine. Talk. Ahem.
Sam: I want you to know where I stand, all right? Look, I think you're a beautiful, funny --
Sam: I think you need to make some other friends.
Olivia: You mean friends my own age.
Olivia: I'm too immature for you?
Sam: No. I'm too married for you.
Olivia: Are you afraid of what people will think?
Sam: For you, yes.
Olivia: Not for you?
Sam: I know who I am.
Olivia: And I donít?
Sam: Look, I'm not trying to embarrass you or to hurt you.
Olivia: You didnít. I just have an aversion to being treated like a child by somebody who was my age about three years ago.
Sam: Look, I am trying to be your friend here, ok?
Olivia: Ok. I overreacted.
Sam: Look, I just want you to know where I stand. I'm a happily married man. I love my wife very, very much.
Olivia: Fine. Look, can we pretend like this never happened?
Sam: I'd like that.
Olivia: Will you still work with me?
Sam: Yes, yeah.
Olivia: I'll be a good girl, I promise.
Sam: Look, just be careful, ok? There are a lot of guys out there that might misunderstand. They'll probably think you're coming on to them in a big way.
Olivia: I stand thoroughly chastised.
Sam: Hardly. Just donít go ripping your clothes off unless --
Olivia: Sam, no lectures, ok? Please?
Sam: Fine. You dry off. I'll see you later.
Olivia: What are you doing?
Evan: I guess I could ask you the same question.
Olivia: I donít have to tell you anything.
Jamie: Well, you wonít be going back to work tomorrow morning, that's for sure.
Stacey: Ok, but you said all I had is a slight concussion, so if I promise to stay in bed, can I go home tonight?
Jamie: Is Courtney there?
Stacey: No. Actually, she's got night duty all this week, but --
Jamie: Well, you need to be with somebody tonight.
Stacey: I'll have Derek.
Jamie: I mean somebody trustworthy.
Stacey: Oh, come on, Jamie. My head's killing me. Just give me a break, will you?
Jamie: All right, look, look, I'll make you a deal.
Stacey: What kind of deal?
Jamie: I wonít call the police and I'll let you go tonight if you stay at my mother's house, where I can keep an eye on you.
Jamie: Why not?
Stacey: Because your family has enough to deal with, and you have to take care of Steven.
Jamie: Well, ok. I hope you like your hospital room.
Stacey: So that's it? Those are my two choices?
Jamie: Well, as far as I'm concerned, yes.
Stacey: Ok. Get me out of here.
Zack: You know, I hate hospitals.
Ronnie: I know you do.
Zack: You know, but I decided to conquer my fear and ask you to join me for dinner.
Ronnie: And how do you know my shift is over?
Zack: I called and asked.
Ronnie: Oh, that's very sweet.
Zack: No, I'm just hungry and I donít want to dine alone.
Ronnie: I thought maybe you came to see Stacey.
Zack: Well, she's here?
Ronnie: Yeah. She's in the examining room.
Zack: Why? What happened?
Ronnie: Oh, she was with Derek Dane at a bar, fell, and hit her head.
Zack: Well, is she all right?
Ronnie: Well, she has a world-class headache, but she's ok. Looks like a slight concussion.
Zack: Oh, did anybody call Cass?
Ronnie: Yeah, he's on his way.
Zack: What could Stacey be up to? And where is Derek?
Ronnie: I donít know, but he was pretty upset. I guess he just had to get out of here for a while.
Ronnie: Oh, there's Cass.
Cass: Is she all right?
Ronnie: Yeah, she's fine, she's fine. A slight concussion.
Cass: Where is she?
Ronnie: She's right in there.
Cass: Can I see her?
Ronnie: Yes, go right in. So, good thing you were with him.
Frankie: Oh, I wasnít. I was here looking for John when Cass came in. I may not like Cass, but Stacey is still a pal, you know? Would you mind if I went in, as well?
Frankie: Oh, thank you.
Cass: I'm the one in the family who's supposed to get the bruises. What's the matter with you?
Stacey: I'm just trying to keep up.
Cass: You donít look good. What happened?
Stacey: Some guy called me --
Cass: Easy, easy.
Stacey: And he had some information about the red swan, so he said.
Cass: Whew, you really donít look good. What guy?
Stacey: Well, I donít know. I met him at Derek's once, and I had to pretend to him that I was a prostitute.
Stacey: Yeah. I mean, it worked at the time. I had the walk down right and everything, but -- anyway, so this guy somehow figured out who I was because when I went down there and I found him, he knew my name, he knew how to reach me, and he knew that I was obviously a lawyer and not a hooker.
Frankie: Stacey, was this guy -- was he kind of small? Dark, curly hair?
Frankie: Looked like Cass?
Stacey: Yeah, yeah, yeah. So then Derek came in and, God, they started fighting --
Cass: How did Derek find you?
Stacey: Find me? I donít know.
Cass: Find you.
Stacey: I didnít ask him.
Stacey: I didnít have time.
Cass: Hi, Jamie. Is she going to be all right? She doesn't look good.
Jamie: Well, if she keeps her mouth shut and gets some rest, she will be, yeah.
Frankie: Oh, well, I'm out of here. See you, Jamie.
Cass: Ok. You shut up and get some rest, ok, like the doctor says?
Stacey: Yeah, right.
Cass: I'll check in on you later.
Stacey: Ok, thanks for coming.
Cass: I love you.
Stacey: I love you.
Jamie: She looks fine, Cass.
Cass: Thank you.
Jamie: You betcha.
Cass: Bye. Cal.
Frankie: The guy at the longshoreman.
Cass: He asked me those questions about Stacey.
Cass: I blew her cover.
Frankie: No, look, I think what we should do is go down to that dive and find this guy.
Cass: Let's go.
Jamie: Well, it's all set. We can leave now.
Stacey: Ok. I got to talk to Derek first.
Jamie: Well, he's not out there.
Stacey: What do you mean?
Jamie: Well, he's not. I checked.
Stacey: Oh. He must have gone home. I'll just leave him a note, then.
Tess: Hey, you guys.
Tess: It's nice to see you again.
Zack: Good seeing you, too.
Ronnie: I hope you had fun at Reubenís the other night.
Tess: Believe it or not, I did.
Ronnie: I hear you're up for a full-time job in administration.
Tess: I'd love to get it.
Zack: All right.
Ronnie: Well, from what I hear, people around here liked you.
Tess: I hope so.
Zack: My stomach is growling.
Ronnie: Well, can I just talk to Tess for a minute?
Zack: One minute.
Ronnie: One minute.
Zack: Excuse me. Good seeing you.
Ronnie: Can I ask you a personal question?
Ronnie: How serious are you about my brother?
Tess: Well --
Ronnie: I mean, I donít mean to pry.
Tess: We just started dating.
Ronnie: I know, I know. I just want you to give him a chance.
Tess: I am.
Ronnie: I mean, I know my brother, you know? Sometimes it takes more than one. But he's well worth the wait, and I'd love for you to find that out for yourself.
Ronnie: Excuse me.
Vicky: Hi, again.
Tess: Mrs. Frame.
Tess: Did the printout work?
Vicky: Perfectly. Now, you remember our secret, right?
Tess: Donít worry.
Vicky: Ok, now, not only Jamie. Donít tell anyone that you saw me in his office. You know how quickly gossip spreads around here.
Tess: I'd love to come to the dinner.
Vicky: Well, I'll send you an invitation, all right?
Jamie: What are you doing here?
Vicky: Hi, honey.
Tess: Hi, Dr. Frame. I left a memo on your desk about the new billing procedures.
Jamie: At this time of night?
Tess: Yeah, I know. I got to go. Nice to meet you, Mrs. Frame.
Vicky: Oh, nice to meet you, Tess. Bye-bye.
Vicky: Well, I donít think we need to parade our disaster of a marriage in front of every employee in this hospital.
Jamie: You never answered my question.
Vicky: Do I need your permission to be in the hospital?
Jamie: This is the emergency room.
Vicky: Really? Oh, I guess I took a wrong turn.
Jamie: Story of your life.
Vicky: That's very good. You've been paying attention.
Ronnie: Oh, she's all set, Jamie.
Vicky: Oh, Stacey, did you twist your little ankle?
Jamie: Any dizziness?
Stacey: No, not really. You'll give that message to Derek?
Ronnie: If I see him, sure.
Stacey: Ok, thank you.
Jamie: Come on, let's go.
Vicky: Oh, I get it. You're going to play doctor.
Jamie: I'm going to get you in bed.
Vicky: Oh, that's good. That's one of his favorite places.
Jamie: Good night, Vicky!
Vicky: Jamie, your devotion is so touching.
Ronnie: Are you ok?
Ronnie: Look, I didnít get a chance to tell you I'm really sorry about what's happened.
Vicky: Forget it.
Ronnie: Well --
Vicky: I'm trying.
Ronnie: Yeah, well, that's hard for me, you know? I know how happy you two were in Lamaze class.
Vicky: Yeah, that was a different lifetime.
Ronnie: Yeah. Well, Zackís waiting for me.
Vicky: Oh, donít keep him.
Ronnie: I hope things work out for you. I really do.
Vicky: Thanks, Ronnie.
Ronnie: Jamie took her home, Derek.
Derek: But I thought Stacey had to stay.
Ronnie: Yeah, she wanted you to have this.
Vicky: Amazing, isnít it?
Vicky: I mean, you canít believe it happens so fast. You know, how could she actually do it? I've been there. Believe me, I know how you feel.
Derek: How do you know how I feel?
Vicky: Well, actually, it's pretty simple, Derek. See, the Coryís get what the Coryís want.
Lucas: Iris, I told you I do not love Felicia. Iris will you back off!
Iris: I'm sorry.
Lucas: I donít call you for hours you want me to discuss my whole life!
Iris: Look, I just meant that I --
Lucas: I don't care what you meant. Either you take me as I am or you get out!
Iris: I've never seen you like this. Is everything all right?
Lucas: Iris, I am sorry. I didnít call you back because I am so swamped. Will you look at this place? I canít think. I'm just -- I got --
Iris: Is that all it is?
Iris: Ok. Donít worry. I'm going to help you get organized.
Lucas: What are you doing? You canít -- you canít do that.
Iris: Yes, I can, darling, I can.
Lucas: No, you canít -- these are all the props for "the Sophisticate" shoot. They haven't been cataloged yet.
Iris: You would be surprised how good I am at this, truly. Now -- now, where are we going to put everything? Uh-uh, uh-uh. I know, I've got the perfect solution. I have got absolutely loads of closet space in my penthouse, and you've got nowhere to put anything here, so I can just take everything back there.
Lucas: But --
Iris: And put it away, all right? I just want you to be happy, darling. I'm sorry to be a pest about Felicia.
Lucas: Oh, that's ok.
Iris: My limo is downstairs. Are you coming?
Lucas: No. I have to make an overseas phone call.
Iris: Well, should I wait?
Lucas: No, I'll be there soon.
Iris: You know, I think this evening is going to be better than I expected.
Iris: Do t be long.
Frankie: Look, at least we gave it our best shot.
Cass: Yeah, did you see how fast they ran the other way when I asked them about Cal?
Frankie: Well, they donít want to get involved.
Cass: A punk like that asking about my sister, and I donít even --
Frankie: What? What were you supposed to do?
Cass: I could have talked to her, I could have warned her.
Frankie: Cass, she's ok.
Cass I'm losing my touch. I'm too distracted.
Frankie: By what?
Cass: Nothing. I'm just out of practice when it comes to lowlifes, that's all.
Frankie: Oh, it's like riding a bicycle. You'll be back in training in no time. Hey, stick with me, you know?
Cass: Frankie, I donít want you going to that place without me.
Frankie: Cass, I --
Cass: Promise me.
Frankie: Ok. I promise.
Cass: I'm not joking, Frankie. Ok?
Cass: Stacey could have been badly hurt tonight.
Frankie: Derek to the rescue.
Cass: Yeah, I guess.
Frankie: You know, I think this office has to consolidate.
Cass: What do you mean?
Frankie: There are two investigations of the same crime going on here -- me and you and Stacey and Derek.
Cass: This is true.
Frankie: So, from now on, I think we have to help each other out.
Cass: Tell it to Stacey and Derek.
Frankie: Well, I'll brief Derek. You handle Stacey.
Cass: You're going to tell him about the body?
Frankie: Yes. No more secrets.
Cass: They were with Catherine right before she --
Frankie: She got iced, I know. Which is all the more reason that we should be sharing info with them.
Cass: Every time I turn around, somebody new is involved in this thing. First, Catherine, now this guy Cal knocks my sister unconscious. We've got to find the red swan --
Frankie: Yes, I know.
Cass: Before somebody else that I care about gets hurt.
Lucas: What the --
Griffen: I waited in the lobby for Iris to leave.
Lucas: Did you see her?
Griffen: She's got it, Lucas.
Lucas: Did she see you?
Griffen: Of course not. Why did you let her take it?
Lucas: I didnít let her take it. I just didnít stop her.
Griffen: Why not?
Lucas: She doesn't know what she has. Will you calm down?
Griffen: When you tell me what you're going to do.
Lucas: I can handle Iris.
Griffen: Like you handled Catherine?
Lucas: What did you say?
Griffen: You heard me.
Lucas: What's your point?
Griffen: I'm tried of tying up your loose ends, Lucas.
Lucas: What loose ends?
Lucas: What about Catherine?
Griffen: You and your damned libido, hiring that overeager preppy and then telling her things, things about me, and then just firing her when she didnít tickle your fancy.
Lucas: What did you do to Catherine?
Griffen: I took care of her.
Lucas: That's why you've been acting this way. You killed her.
Griffen: I did what had to be done.
Lucas: You did what had to be done? Murder was never a part of this, Griffen! Now what are you going to do?
Evan: Where you been?
Vicky: A pleasant good evening to you, too.
Evan: Look, when you called me and you said you wanted to figure out something for tomorrow, I would have thought you would have been home before now.
Vicky: Yeah, well, after you dumped me at the Coryís, I decided to go to the hospital.
Evan: You got a drink?
Vicky: Yeah, beer in the fridge.
Evan: What's that?
Vicky: This is why I went to the hospital.
Evan: Vicky, it's just a bunch of names and addresses.
Vicky: Uh-uh, it's more than that. It's how I'm going to get Jamie where it really hurts him the most.
Evan: And God knows that's what we want to do, donít we?
Vicky: What is the matter with you?
Vicky: All right, hey, I figured out what we're going to do tomorrow. I'm going to send you flowers at the office with a real mushy note. No, actual, I have a better idea. Why donít you plan to be in Amandaís office around 10:30, and I'll send the flowers there? This should drive her absolutely crazy. Ok?
Vicky: Evan, what's wrong?
Evan: I told you, nothing.
Vicky: Baloney. You didnít just come over here to talk about what's going to happen tomorrow, because something is really bugging you. All right, now, you stayed at the Coryís after I left. Did something happen with Amanda?
Vicky: Evan, come on, this is me you're talking to. What's up?
Evan: Listen, I saw Olivia Matthews in the Cory pool.
Evan: She was naked.
Vicky: Ooh. That's a little weird, not to mention cold. But I donít see why it's bugging you.
Evan: Because Sam was with her.
Vicky: Sam and Olivia Matthews? Ooh, I love it. What did Amanda say?
Vicky: Why? She was so shocked?
Evan: No, because I didnít tell her.
Vicky: What? You didnít grab her by the hair and drag her out to the pool?
Evan: Sam wasn't in the pool with Olivia. He was on the deck.
Vicky: Watching. Ooh, almost as good.
Evan: No, it's not. He was trying to get her to come out of the pool and put her clothes on.
Vicky: Oh. Well, I'd still say you missed a golden opportunity.
Evan: For what?
Vicky: Come on, Evan. Sam isnít the type of guy who fools around. But if he would have given Amanda a glimpse of that Olivia woman cavorting in the pool, she may have had to think whether it was true or not.
Evan: Hey, I know that.
Vicky: But you didnít tell her?
Evan: Because I was afraid -- well, that it might hurt her, that's why.
Vicky: Whoa. Hold on a minute here, Evan. The whole point of this is that we break them up. That's our agreement.
Evan: Yeah, but maybe I'm starting to think that maybe this little agreement of ours stinks.
Vicky: Face reality, pal! You want Amanda. You have to break up their marriage. Yes, it hurts. Believe me, I know that.
Evan: But it's not like you, you see? You donít want Jamie. You want Steven.
Vicky: No, I donít want Stacey Winthrop raising my son. I donít want to be on the outside looking in at someone I love. And that makes me just like you. If you donít like it, get out tonight, because I can handle this thing on my own.
Stacey: You guys, I'm ok.
Jamie: No, she's not. She has a concussion and her head is killing her.
Stacey: Oh, you bigmouth.
Sam: Listen, Hildaís got the room upstairs ready, so --
Amanda: How did this happen anyway?
Jamie: Well, that's kind of a long story, but I want to keep her with us until she's back to her old self.
Stacey: Did Derek call?
Stacey: Yeah, Derek Dane?
Stacey: I left him a note that I'd be here.
Amanda: Sam, why donít you take Stacey upstairs? I want to talk to Jamie for a second.
Sam: Sure. Come on, take my arm.
Stacey: Oh, if this is any indication of how I'm going to be treated, I donít know if I can handle this.
Jamie: I'll be right up.
Stacey: Oh, terrific. Oh, boy, it hurts a little --
Jamie: There's nothing wrong with Steven, is there?
Amanda: Steven? No. Stevenís fine. He's been asleep for ages.
Jamie: Oh. Well, I thought that's what you wanted to talk to me about.
Amanda: No. I want to talk to you about Stacey. Why is she here?
Jamie: Well, she needs to be looked after, that's all.
Amanda: But, Jamie, she has a home.
Jamie: I didnít want her to be alone.
Amanda: She seems pretty concerned about Derek.
Jamie: Yeah, too concerned.
Amanda: You donít like Derek being around her, do you?
Jamie: That's not for me to say.
Amanda: I know, but that's what you feel, right?
Jamie: I think Stacey was hurt tonight because of him, yes.
Amanda: Are you going to get involved with Stacey again?
Sam: Amanda, how'd you like to go take a walk?
Sam: Yeah. It's a beautiful night. Come on, hon, let's go.
Jamie: Thank you.
[Knock on door]
Derek: Where is she?
Frankie: Maybe it has something to do with the name.
Cass: What does?
Frankie: The red swan. Maybe we should free-associate or something.
Cass: Oh, Frankie, please.
Frankie: Well, stranger things have happened.
Cass: In your life? Oh, yeah, definitely.
Frankie: Well, humor me, please. I'll say a word and you say the first thing that pops into your head, ok?
Cass: And that way we're going to find clues?
Cass: Get set, go.
Cass: Well, it's the first thing that popped into my head.
Frankie: All right. Bird.
Cass: Link letter.
Cass: In my own time.
Frankie: Oh, no.
Frankie: This is not going to work at all.
Cass: Let me try.
Cass: Let me give you the first word.
Frankie: Macaroni and cheese.
Frankie: You're trying to ask me out again, aren't you?
Cass: Oh, a Rhodes Scholar she is, yes, yes.
Frankie: That's me, thank you, thank you.
Cass: So you want to go?
Frankie: What do you think I was driving out alone tonight for in the first place?
Cass: I kind of thought so.
Frankie: You're smart, too.
Cass: Yeah. We need to be alone.
Cass: Or go someplace where nobody knows us.
Frankie: That might be tough.
Cass: Well, let's think. Come on. What?
Frankie: I've got it.
Cass: Frankie, it has to be someplace where the menu does not include processed cheese spread.
Frankie: Oh, trust me, Cass. Oh, this will be perfect.
Sam: I have never seen so many stars out.
Amanda: Yeah. Sam, why were you trying to keep me away from Jamie?
Sam: I wasnít. I just wanted to be alone with you.
Amanda: Hmm, outdoors?
Sam: Yeah. Why not?
Amanda: You know, this has really been a weird night.
Sam: That it has.
Amanda: Why? What happened to you? Hmm. I have an idea.
Sam: Hmm? What, what?
Amanda: You want to go for a walk?
Sam: Yeah, let's go.
Evan: So explain this perfect plan to me.
Vicky: Do you know how I first really got to know Jamie?
Vicky: He was my doctor.
Vicky: I was completely dependent on him, and he was totally in control of me.
Evan: I find that very hard to believe, but go on.
Vicky: Well, I'm sure most of his patients feel the same way.
Evan: I guess.
Vicky: The good doctor giving them orders -- the right medication, the right diet. Maybe it didnít help. Maybe they donít feel so good.
Vicky: That's right.
Evan: Think you can get people to sue after the fact?
Vicky: I can try.
Evan: Donít you think if Jamie had been negligent he would have heard from some lawyer by now?
Vicky: Lots of people donít know their rights.
Evan: You're going to ruin his reputation.
Vicky: He's already ruined mine. I donít see him losing sleep over it.
Evan: If you put this in motion, how are you going to stop it?
Vicky: I donít. I get my son back. You know, he's under a lot of stress, not taking care of the baby, things like that.
Evan: It's pretty low, Vicky.
Vicky: What do you care, Evan? You got out of this deal tonight. And when you're at home on those lonely nights, you can have your self-respect to keep you warm.
Evan: Wait a second. I didnít say I was totally out of this deal.
Vicky: You didnít?
Evan: No. You did. You have to have somebody keep you in line.
Evan: You got it.
Vicky: Good. It'll be more fun with you around. Donít worry about Amanda. The Coryís know how to play dirty, each and every one of them. When this whole thing is over, I think Amanda will have a whole new respect for you.
Jamie: Staceyís resting.
Derek: Is she ok?
Jamie: She will be, this time.
Derek: Now, what's that supposed to mean?
Jamie: It means, Derek, that she shouldnít have been in the situation to begin with.
Derek: Oh. You blame me, donít you?
Jamie: No, I donít blame anybody. But she needs to be looked after.
Derek: And you're just the one to do that.
Jamie: I'm her doctor.
Derek: You always take your patients home with you?
Jamie: Do you love her, Derek? If you do, you'll let her rest. She's safe here and in good hands.
Derek: I'll be back in the morning.
Jamie: I'll tell her you were here. If she wants to see you --
Derek: She will.
Jamie: Then I'll see you tomorrow.
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