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Another World Transcript Monday 10/31/05
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Proofread by Daniel
Josie: Matthew. Matthew!
Matt: What? What?
Josie: They're back.
Josie: My mom and John. Who do you think?
Matt: Why are you whispering?
Josie: I donít know. Just--we have to get dressed. And get the rice, ok?
Matt: Ok, ok--all right.
Josie: Come on.
John: Sharlene, you didnít have to carry all those bags all by yourself.
Sharlene: Thank you, John.
John: You are a lot stronger than I thought, though. Come on. Oh, you can just leave them there.
Sharlene: What do you mean just leave--John, what are you doing?
John: It's tradition.
Sharlene: Oh, John, come on.
John: Here we go.
Sharlene: Now, John--
John: Just relax.
Sharlene: Are you ok? Your back--
John: Other than a hernia and I think a slipped disc, but that's all right. A laminectomy and probably a fusion--
Sharlene: If you're going to carry me, stop. Look at that.
John: Oh, welcome home, Dr. and Mrs. Hudson. Do you think that we'll get all of our trash mail delivered that way?
Sharlene: I donít know. Where are you going, John? No, no, no--you're not carrying me upstairs. No way.
John: Aren't you exhausted, though? I'm exhausted.
Sharlene: I'm exhausted.
John: Come on, let's go upstairs.
Matt: Hey, welcome home!
Matt: Whoo, whoo! Ha!
Sharlene: Look at you!
Matt: They are thrilled to see us.
Sharlene: We are, we missed you. We did.
Josie: Yeah, I'll bet you did.
John: Thank you for the warm welcome and for all of the rice.
Josie: You've still got some in your little hair.
John: In my hair, in my shirt, and everything else.
Josie: I'm sorry.
Matt: How was the honeymoon? You donít have to fill me in on the details.
John: It was perfect.
Sharlene: It was. It wasn't long enough, but it was perfect.
John: Listen, I understand we need to congratulate you.
Matt: Yes, excuse my manners. Miss Josephine Watts, the fresh faces girl, meet Dr. and Mrs. Hudson.
Josie: Isnít it incredible? I mean, I canít believe it myself. I'm the fresh faces girl.
John: Yes, you are. You are on your way to the top, is what you are.
Iris: Amanda, have you got a minute?
Amanda: Iris, if this is another demand for "Sophisticate"--
Iris: I just wanted to know about Steven.
Iris: Have you got any news?
Amanda: Yes. Michael Hudson called last night. He said that definitely Vicky and Steven are together.
Iris: So she really took him?
Amanda: Yes. Nobody has any idea as to where, though.
Iris: I'm so sorry.
Amanda: Are you?
Iris: Yes. Do you know what I think?
Amanda: What do you think, Iris?
Iris: I think this is a family crisis.
Amanda: Yes, it is.
Iris: And I am part of this family.
Amanda: Iris, donít even--
Iris: Amanda, donít you think it's time we put our differences aside, once and for all?
Jamie: Ok, now listen to me. She might have gone off to Majorca. That's right, it's off the coast of Spain. She loved it there, that's where we spent our--oh, never mind, never mind. Listen, if I have any more ideas I'll let you know, ok? Thank you, officer.
Rachel: What did the police say?
Jamie: That they're going to check all the flights into Madrid and Majorca. What else could they say? She could have gone anywhere.
Rachel: I'll get it. Hi.
Mitch: I just heard about Steven.
Rachel: Felicia just called.
Mitch: From the studio?
Rachel: Yeah. She asked if there was anything she could do to help.
Mitch: Well, is there?
Rachel: We are feeling pretty helpless right now.
Mitch: I can understand that. But if there is anything that I can do, I am here to help.
Rachel: Thank you.
Vicky: You're back. Can you believe that he's still sleeping? He must be really exhausted after yesterday. Well, I see you bought yourself some new clothes.
Evan: Vicky, we have to talk.
Vicky: Oh, my God. You went to a phone.
Vicky: You gave me away, didnít you, you idiot!?
Mitch: Hi, Sam.
Sam: Hey, Mitch.
Mitch: How are you holding up, Jamie?
Jamie: Well, my son is gone, Mitch, and I donít know where he is or how he is, so I'm not holding up all that well.
Mitch: I'm sorry.
Jamie: I donít mean to jump down your throat, Mitch, but I'm just letting off stream.
Sam: You're entitled, Jamie.
Mitch: It's ok.
Jamie: I will never forgive her if anything happens to Steven.
Mitch: Well, you know that she's taking good care of him.
Jamie: Oh, yeah, real good care. She takes him out of a warm bed and off to God knows where.
Sam: Look, Mitch, Jamie didnít--
Jamie: And what makes you such an expert anyway, Mitch? Oh, that's right, I forgot. You are an expert. You kidnapped Matthew once, didnít you?
Mitch: I did, as a matter of fact, and I paid for it.
Jamie: I bet you did. And so will she, believe me.
Rachel: Where are you going?
Jamie: I donít know. I just canít sit around here and twiddle my thumbs.
Rachel: What are you going to do? I'm sorry. He's just not himself.
Sam: I know I'd be the same way if it was Alli.
Mitch: Is that the way it was with Matthew?
Rachel: I am sorry he brought it up.
Mitch: Look, it's ok. Obviously he had to take it out on someone.
Rachel: He shouldnít take it out on you, not after everything you've done.
[Phone rings] Excuse me. Hello? Yeah--no, Wendy, I am coming into the office. Yeah, I will be in there shortly. Yeah.
Mitch: You are going in now?
Rachel: I have to. Amanda is all by herself; Evan is not there.
Mitch: Where is he?
Rachel: On vacation.
Sam: Yeah, the day that Vicky took the baby.
Rachel: He did not have anything to do with this, I'm sure. He would be ruining his future if he had. Anyway, I've got to get to the office; Amanda is probably swamped. Sam?
Sam: Yeah, I'll stay by the phone.
Rachel: Thanks a lot.
Mitch: I can drive you.
Rachel: No, it's all right, my car was brought around. Thanks. I will see you.
Sam: Mitch, I would like to talk to you for a minute if you've got some time.
Mitch: Sure, I've got some time.
Sam: Why donít you just tell her, man?
Mitch: Tell her what?
Sam: Look, you're obviously very concerned about her.
Mitch: You know why, Sam.
Sam: Yeah, I know, because of that note in the red swan and because of the Ken Jordan. Yeah, I know that.
Mitch: Yeah, I want to find out about this Ken Jordan guy. I want to check him out. I want to make sure that she's not in any danger.
Sam: Yeah, but what--all right, have you gotten any new leads?
Mitch: No answers. Some wrong numbers.
Sam: What if the guy doesn't exist?
Mitch: Maybe he does, maybe he doesnít.
Amanda: How do you think a family crisis affects you, Iris?
Iris: Because I'm as much a part of this family as you are.
Amanda: In your mind, maybe.
Iris: Well, Daddy thought so.
Amanda: 20 years ago.
Iris: No, he didnít. In Maine before he died, when he decided to treat me as he's always treated me, as his daughter.
Amanda: How do you know what he decided in Maine, Iris? You donít. It's all wishful thinking.
Iris: Amanda, you're the one who's doing the wishful thinking. You're wishing that my break with Daddy was permanent and irrevocable. Well, it wasnít. He loved me very much.
Amanda: Why must we go over this again and again?
Iris: And I loved him. And "Sophisticate" is my tribute to him. Every minute when I am working on it I'm thinking about him, and that is why it is going to be such a great success.
Amanda: You sound very sure of yourself, Iris. Your first issue isnít even out yet.
Iris: Maybe not, but the fresh faces campaign went brilliantly and the press just adored Josie.
Amanda: I hope you're right.
Iris: You've seen the market research. You've seen the circulation figures with smashing demographics.
Amanda: I have to admit, the research has been very good.
Iris: Well, why canít we work together and end this bitterness?
Amanda: I'm going to have to discuss this later with you, all right?
Iris: I would like to discuss it now.
Amanda: Iris, I have to carry on my workload along with Evanís.
Iris: All right, fine. But you know, it is really convenient, isnít it?
Amanda: What's that?
Iris: Well, Evan having his vacation just when Vicky is disappearing--quite a coincidence.
Amanda: There is no proof that they're together.
Iris: [Laughs] I know Evan Bates very well. If he wants Vicky and Vicky wants to disappear, well, he has a very passionate nature.
Amanda: You're wrong, Iris.
Iris: Like I said, I know him very well.
Vicky: Who did you call?
Evan: No one.
Vicky: Then why are you so upset? What happened?
Evan: I bought all the papers this morning.
Vicky: Did you see anything?
Evan: See? Do you want to wake up every morning of your life afraid to look in the newspaper?
Vicky: They're not going to find me here.
Evan: Oh, come on. He's Mac and Rachel Coryís grandson, which means every paper in this country is going to be on this story with pictures. Now, you think Jamie hasn't offered a reward? You think people in this stinking town wouldnít give $50 let alone $50,000 to turn you in? You come right back here and I want you to listen to me. Now you can run the rest of your life, but when they find you, you could go to prison. No, you do need to hear this, and I'm not leaving here till you face the fact that you are risking everything. Now grow up. And when they find you, you may never ever see Steven again.
Vicky: Evan, get away from me. They're not going to find me. I've already told you they're not going to find me, Evan.
Evan: Oh, yeah, you can lay low in a dump like this. You canít go a day without beluga caviar.
Vicky: Would you--
Evan: What's the matter, are you sick?
Vicky: No... and I'm not Amanda Cory. I've lived this way before.
Evan: Yeah, and all you wanted was out.
Vicky: Well, things are different now.
Evan: How? You tell me how everything is different.
Vicky: Because now I have my son, Evan!
Evan: Oh, I see. So raising him in a hell hole like this is what's best for him, huh?
Vicky: No. I would love to be able to raise him in my house, with my friends and my family surrounding us. I didnít even get a chance to say goodbye to Bridget because Jamie Frame left me one option, and that is to live in a dump like this with my son.
Evan: Vicky, you are not thinking. Come here--
Vicky: This is not your problem, Evan. You are worried about Amanda--fine. Call her--tell her I am a raving lunatic. Blame me for all of this; I really donít give a damn. But as my friend--and the one friend I have... donít turn me in. Donít, please.
Evan: Go feed your baby.
Josie: Aren't you happy for me, Mama?
Sharlene: Of course I'm happy. Josie, it's wonderful. Wonderful, darling.
Josie: Thank you.
[Knock on door] Sharlene: What was it like?
Matt: Thought you were going to have a quiet homecoming.
Josie: Last night was amazing. I mean, I didnít think that they were going to call my name. And when they called my name I just--I just started crying.
Lucas: Hi, John; you're home.
Sharlene: Yes, we just got here 5 minutes ago.
Lucas: I hope this isnít a bad time.
John: As a matter of fact--
Josie: No, I was just about to call you. Do you need me for something?
Lucas: No, I just wanted to tell you about your new apartment.
Lucas: Yeah. I brought over the new lease to cosign and some keys.
Josie: I canít believe it.
Lucas: But you canít move in right away. I mean, we have to decorate.
Josie: You do?
Lucas: Yeah. But if you want to see it, come by anytime.
Lucas: Sure, fine.
Sharlene: I donít like this.
Sharlene: What's going on?
Lucas: You didnít tell your mother about the apartment?
Sharlene: No, she didnít. I didnít hear anything about an apartment.
Josie: Well, it's just one of the perks.
Josie: Yeah, of the job--of being the fresh faces girl.
Sharlene: So Josie, you are going to be living in your own apartment?
Lucas: Josie is the spokesman for "Sophisticate" now; she needs a place closer to the office.
Josie: Right, it will just be for convenience.
Sharlene: Yes--for whose convenience?
Josie: Mama, I will still be spending a lot of time at home.
Sharlene: This is between personal appearances--
John: Lucas, we have an awful lot of unpacking to do. I'd like to make some phone calls, if you donít mind--
Lucas: Of course. I'll just leave these keys with you. The apartment is right on the corner of Addison. There's the number.
Josie: I know where that is.
Lucas: Great, great. If you have anything you want to know, just call me.
Josie: Thank you, Lucas.
Lucas: Welcome home, Hudsonís.
Josie: Well. Maybe you would like to come see the place with me. What do you say?
Matt: Come on, they just got back from the honeymoon. I'm sure they want to get reoriented.
Josie: I am really glad you're back.
Matt: Come on. There's a lot of things to do. Besides, I'm feeling very unwanted right now.
Sharlene: John, I donít like it. Lucas, this apartment, I donít--I donít like it.
Jamie: I want total custody when we find Steven, and I want a court order keeping her away from him permanently, ok?
Stacey: Yes, Jamie, I understand that.
Jamie: We can get that granted, cant' we?
Stacey: We can try.
Jamie: What do you mean "try"?
Stacey: Well, the first thing we have to do is find Vicky and Steven. How is the search going?
Jamie: Well, I called the police. I've offered a reward. I've talked to the newspapers. There's not much more I can do; it's a waiting game.
Stacey: Is there anything at all that I can do?
Jamie: Yeah, you can listen to me when I want to rant and rave, I guess. I donít know.
Derek: Hope you donít mind, your maid, Hilda, let me in.
Stacey: Hi. Jamie, I'm sorry, I hope you donít mind; I told Derek to meet me over here.
Jamie: No, that's fine. It's ok.
Derek: Jamie, I'm sorry about what happened.
Jamie: Yeah, yeah. Listen, I'm going to shove off here.
Stacey: Where are you going to go?
Jamie: I donít know. I just canít stand around and watch this clock tick. I'm going to go down to police headquarters and yell at them for a while. You guys can let yourselves out, right?
Stacey: Yeah, sure.
Jamie: Ok, I'll see you.
Stacey: Bye. Take care.
Stacey: Boy, he's really in agony over this.
Derek: Yeah, I can see that.
Stacey: I feel so sorry for him.
Derek: I can see that, too.
Stacey: What's that supposed to mean?
Derek: Just that I hope Jamie doesn't figure out what he lost.
Stacey: Look, we shouldnít be kissing in the Cory house.
Derek: Nobody kisses in the Cory house?
Stacey: Come on, we should go somewhere else.
Derek: My place is empty.
Stacey: You know what I was thinking?
Derek: I know you think too much.
Stacey: I was thinking we should go out for a really expensive dinner, and then go back to my place. Courtney isnít there.
Derek: You wouldnít be trying to get out of taking me to the bar association dinner, would you?
Stacey: Hmm... the dinner.
Derek: It's not going to work, Stacey.
Stacey: What's not going to work?
Derek: We are going.
Stacey: Ok. Then there's something you have to do first.
Derek: Go back to my place?
Stacey: Buy you a suit.
John: Yeah...right. Ok. No, no--I appreciate it. Thanks a lot, Burt. Bye. I donít believe this.
John: I was just talking to Burt--
Sharlene: Your foreman, Burt?
John: Yeah. Apparently right after we left our reception, Michael and Donna got into a big fight.
Sharlene: What would they argue about?
John: I donít know, but apparently they've separated.
John: I just tried to call Mike, but he wasn't there.
Sharlene: John, I donít believe this.
John: That's not all. In addition to that, Vicky has run off with Steven.
Sharlene: Oh, go-- well, my God, John. Poor Jaime. I wonder if there's anything that we can do.
John: I donít know. We've got to take care of our own problems first, and right now that appears to be Lucas.
Sharlene: What about him?
John: That's what I want to know. Is there something about Lucas that you haven't told me?
Vicky: What the-- who are you?
Tina: My dolly's hurt.
Vicky: You scared me half to death. Who are you?
Nora: What the heck is going on--hey, you leave my kid alone!
Vicky: I'm not--
Nora: Come here, honey. What did she do to you?
Vicky: I didnít do anything to her. She came in here and scared the hell out of me.
Nora: You watch your language around my daughter, you hear me?
Vicky: Look, I'm sorry--
Nora: And you. You bad girl, I told you not to bother nobody. Now go ahead, now get outta here and leave this lady alone. Go on, now scoot. Look, I am really sorry. I swear, she was put on this earth to drive me crazy.
Vicky: Doesn't she go to school?
Nora: Not for another year. By me working all the time, the kid's on her own most of the day.
Vicky: And you just let her roam around the boarding house?
Nora: You got another suggestion?
Vicky: No, I donít--
Nora: Maybe I ought to just quit running this dump and follow her? I mean, hell, we wouldnít eat but at least she wouldnít be bothering you.
Vicky: I didnít say she was bothering me, I just donít think she should come running through the doors.
Nora: Yeah. Look, I mean, it's really easy to be looking down your nose at me. You just wait; you are going to see what it's like when you gotta try to raise a kid by yourself, working every day just to make enough money to eat.
Vicky: I am not looking down my nose at you.
Nora: Yeah, right. Look--Tina, come on, let's get out of here. You listen to me, young lady, I want you to take your dolly and I want you to go to your own room. You got that?
Vicky: Wait a minute. Wait a minute. What does she have in her pocket?
Nora: What are you talking about?
Vicky: I saw her take something.
Nora: Hey, hold on a second--what are you accusing her of?
Vicky: Tina, what do you have in your pocket?
Nora: Go ahead, Tina. Go ahead, you show her. You show her you ain't got nothing to hide.
Vicky: Come on, let's see what you have. Let me see. Come on.
Nora: You little thief. You are going to get the spanking of your life tonight.
Vicky: No, no--please, donít.
Nora: What do you mean, "donít"? You donít understand--I am not going to let my kid get away with stealing. Now Tina Marie, you give that back to her right now.
Vicky: Please stop a minute. She was trying to be my friend and I was mean to her, wasn't I?
Nora: That's no excuse.
Vicky: You are a good girl, aren't you? You know what? When I get all settled in here, you can come in anytime you want and maybe you can help me take care of my little boy. Does that sound good? Ok.
Nora: Tina, go ahead now, give her back the locket.
Vicky: Why donít you keep it? It was given to me by somebody--well, it doesn't mean anything to me any more. So if you take it, that can mean we're friends, ok? Ok. Ok.
Rachel: All right, I've initialed these and signed the copy, ok?
Amanda: Thanks. This has really been the longest day, hasn't it? Every time the phones ring I've been hoping it's news about Steven.
Rachel: Why donít you go home?
Amanda: I was just about to tell you the same thing.
Rachel: No, I just got here.
Amanda: Come on, Mom, how much sleep did you get last night?
Rachel: I'm fine, I'm fine.
Amanda: You're going, that's it.
Rachel: No, I'm not.
Amanda: Mom, donít worry about anything here; I can handle it. Come on, go on.
Rachel: It would be a good idea, I think, for somebody to be home in case we get any news.
Amanda: So go.
Rachel: Ok. What about Evan?
Amanda: Donít worry about Evan, ok?
Rachel: Are you worried about him?
Amanda: That's not what I meant. I meant, donít worry about things here.
Rachel: You donít think that he could be with Vicky?
Amanda: No. Why would I think that?
Rachel: I just think it's a distinct possibility. I'll see you at home.
Amanda: All right.
[Phone rings] Amanda Fowler.
Evan: I canít believe I got through to you--no receptionist, no secretary.
Evan: Well, I'm glad you remembered who I am.
Amanda: I am so glad you called. I was worried about you.
Evan: Oh, really. Why?
Amanda: Well, nobody knows where you've been.
Evan: Well, I'm still here. It's kind of tough to get rid of me.
Amanda: Look, I have some bad news. Vicky has kidnapped little Steven.
Evan: I know.
Amanda: You know? Are you with them, Evan?
Amanda: I donít believe this. How could you--how could you help her like this? How could you do this to my family?
Evan: Just keep quiet and listen, Amanda; I donít have long.
Amanda: Is Steven ok? If anything has happened to him--
Evan: He's fine. Everything is fine.
Amanda: Fine? You've kidnapped a baby, for God's sake.
Evan: Amanda, I had nothing to do with it.
Amanda: Then what are you doing with them?
Evan: It would have happened no matter what. Amanda, it's a long story.
Amanda: What's going on? Are you and Vickyís starting a new life with my brother's child?
Evan: No. I'm just calling to let you know that everything is ok.
Amanda: Everything's ok? Why haven't you forced Vicky to bring Steven home?
Amanda: Or called the police?
Evan: You listen to me--Steven is in no danger, but I think I can get Vicky to bring Steven back voluntarily, which would be best for all concerned. Now, donít you agree?
Amanda: Where is Steven now?
Evan: I canít tell you that.
Amanda: Why not?
Evan: And I need your word that you will not tell anyone that I called.
Evan: Amanda, this has to be between the two of us.
Evan: Amanda, promise me--please promise me.
Evan: Because I think I can convince Vicky to bring Steven back and end this stunt.
Amanda: Stunt? She's got us all going crazy here.
Evan: Amanda, I can handle her. But if she feels threatened by your family, she's going to take off again and that's going to be the end of it.
Amanda: All right. I wonít tell anybody for today. I will give you one day. Tell me, where is Steven now?
Evan: No. Amanda, you have to trust me on this. Now, do you trust me?
Amanda: I guess I really donít have much of a choice, do I?
Evan: Thank you. Steven is fine, ok, and donít worry. I will be in touch.
Amanda: Evan, are you still there?
Evan: Goodbye, Amanda.
Vicky: So, are you going to be my friend, huh? Are you?
Tina: Your real friend.
Vicky: My real friend? Well, that's nice. Thank you. I'd like that.
Nora: Ok, Tina. Go ahead, honey. You go. Scoot.
Vicky: Bye. She's very pretty.
Nora: Why did you give her that?
Vicky: I wanted her to have it.
Nora: I donít want nobody's pity.
Vicky: No, I didnít do it because of that.
Nora: Why did you do it?
Vicky: Well, she reminds me of a kid I once knew.
Nora: So you feel sorry for her?
Vicky: No. I'm just sure she must be bored around here all day having nothing to do.
Nora: Well, that's just too damn bad. I'm doing the best I can.
Vicky: I didnít say that you werenít.
Nora: Look, at least I've got the kind of job where I can keep an eye on her. Oh, hell. Do you think I want to rent out these lousy rooms? You think I wouldnít rather find something decent? I took this so I could be near my kid.
Vicky: Doesn't her dad help out?
Nora: You've got to be kidding. The only thing she gets from him is her name.
Nora: Yeah, me, too. Especially since I ain't rich like you.
Vicky: I'm not rich.
Nora: Oh, come on! Look, I seen that fancy car you pulled into town with.
Vicky: Yeah, well, that doesn't belong to me it belongs to--
Nora: That good-looking boyfriend you've got with you.
Vicky: He's not my boyfriend; he's my friend. He'll be leaving soon.
Nora: In that case, you better wake up and smell the coffee, honey. Unless you've got some kind of special skills, you're going to end up chasing your kid around a boarding house, just like me.
Vicky: Maybe you're right.
Nora: I know I'm right. And if you think some kind of white knight is going to come here and rescue you, you better think again, because that baby is a red light.
Vicky: I donít want a man. I want to be left alone.
Nora: That's what you're going to be, honey; you better get used to it. You got a tough road ahead.
[Glass breaks] Oh, God. I better go see what my little angel did now. Tina, I'm going to ring your neck!
Lucas: Josie must have a decor that she can be at home in--pop art, maybe high-tech. But something you can live with.
Mitch: I need to talk to you.
Lucas: I'll talk to you downstairs. Are you following me around?
Mitch: I ask around.
Lucas: What is it?
Mitch: The red swan.
Lucas: You showed Rachel the note?
Mitch: You know, somehow I get the feeling it's fascinating that you and Iris thought that the note was a new will.
Lucas: I donít know how fascinating that is, just speculation.
Mitch: I somehow think it's more than that.
Lucas: What more?
Mitch: I donít know. I donít know, but I can go to Maine and find out.
Lucas: You can go anywhere you want... but I'll save you a trip. Iris and I spoke to a maid who worked at the hotel where Mac was staying.
Mitch: And she knew that it was a will?
Lucas: Mac asked her to witness something. He signed it and put it into the red swan.
Mitch: So that's where you came up with the idea that it was a will.
Lucas: Iris thought it must've been, but then obviously it was that piece of paper we found. Are you satisfied?
Mitch: No. I guess I will have to find out for myself.
Lucas: You canít stop, can you?
Mitch: Not when it comes to you, Lucas.
Lucas: Me... or Rachel? Felicia is not going to like this.
Mitch: She will understand.
Lucas: I meant what I said at the reception. If you hurt Fannie because of this thing you have with Rachel, I will step in and I will take her away from you, and we both know that I can.
Stacey: You are going to love this place. Cass comes here and shops all the time. Now, I'm going to make a quick call to the office and you just wait here for a clerk, ok? We'll take your measurements and we'll get you some suits.
Derek: Ok, if you say so.
Stacey: Ok, I'll be right back.
Martin: That will only work if you're looking to wear knee pants.
Derek: What does that mean?
Martin: The fit--it's at least 10 sizes too small.
Martin: And I donít have this particular garment in your size.
Derek: Well, that's ok.
Martin: I guess you at a 42 long. What preference in cut do you have?
Martin: Italian, English--
Derek: What's wrong with American?
Martin: Very well. Double-breasted, single?
Derek: It doesn't matter.
Martin: You will forgive me, but it does.
Martin: It does. It's a question of style, of taste, of the statement you want to make.
Derek: Look, I donít want to make any statements. I just want, uh, to look good, you know, for a fancy dinner that I'm going to. You got anything that could do that?
Martin: You want to look good?
Martin: Ms. Winthrop.
Stacey: How's it going?
Martin: Oh, now I understand. This is one of your men, right?
Iris: Oh, Rachel, I tried to catch you at the office.
Rachel: I wasn't there very long; I'll be working at home today.
Iris: Yeah, well, that's why I stopped by. I want to tell you how sorry I was about Steven.
Rachel: Thank you.
Iris: If there is anything I can do, I mean, you've got all of my resources at your disposal.
Rachel: I appreciate it. Jamieís handling it, and the police are involved.
Iris: Rachel, I really would like to try and help.
Iris: Because I'm very fond of Jamie, you know that.
Rachel: You are also very fond of Vicky.
Iris: Yeah, but what she did is unforgivable. No matter what my feelings are, if there is anything I can do.
Rachel: I appreciate it. I'll probably be working at home for the next few days.
Iris: Oh, sure. You take off as much time as you need. I can handle everything.
Rachel: Ok, I appreciate it. I've got a conference call coming in on the other line in the study, so I'm going to have to get back there.
Iris: Certainly, go and do what you have to do. I can let myself out.
Rachel: Thank you for coming over.
Iris: All right. Hello, this is Mrs. Wheeler, Jenny. Do you know that budget meeting you've got scheduled for January? It is absolutely vital that we move the date forward as much as possible. Yeah. Thank you. Opportunity...just knocked.
Stacey: He means my clients. Donít you, Martin? Tell him.
Stacey: I mean, if they need to get a certain look--and especially in the courtroom to look nice and all--Martin helps me out.
Derek: And he's going to help you out with me?
Stacey: Well, the other reason is because they do the alterations and everything practically in the same day.
Martin: Perhaps we can all start again. Now, I see him in a double-breasted, soft, gray check.
Stacey: No, I think a blue pin-stripe with the double pleats.
Martin: No, they're going out of style.
Stacey: Yeah, but I like the way it looks--
Martin: Well, then try the single-pleated.
Stacey: You think so?
Martin: Yes, try it.
Derek: This one.
Sharlene: So can we just drop it, John?
John: Sharlene, I want to know.
Sharlene: John, you do know.
John: Something is going on with Lucas and I want you to talk about it.
Sharlene: You know how Lucas and I know each other. Isnít that enough, John? This man, who I would like better than anything never to see again, has become one of the most important people in Josieís life.
John: You really think he wants to start trouble?
Sharlene: I donít know. I donít know, John; I canít be sure. But what am I supposed to do, welcome the man into our lives with open arms?
John: Look, because of Josie, Lucas is in our lives. And also because of Josie we have to be very careful about letting our feelings be known about Lucas.
Sharlene: I canít do that. John, her apartment is a block away from his suite. She's calling him every 5 minutes. I donít know what to do.
John: Just donít confuse your life with Josieís. What happened between you and Lucas--?
Sharlene: I know, it was a long time ago. Things have changed. It's different now. I've changed; he's changed.
John: That's true.
Sharlene: At least I know that I have changed, John.
John: Sharlene, look at me. I am not going to let anyone hurt you, and I'm not going to let anyone hurt Josie.
Lucas: You guys look around, have a good time. I'll see you later.
Josie: I will. Thanks again.
Josie: I canít wait to furnish this place. You know, I think maybe some plants right here. Look at that. And some kind of rug right here. What do you think?
Matt: I think you'll make it great.
Josie: Wonít you help me?
Matt: I donít think you need any help.
Josie: What's wrong?
Matt: Nothing. Nothing's wrong.
Josie: You donít seem very excited.
Matt: I am. It's just... I donít know.
Josie: Is it--are you still worried about Steven?
Matt: Yeah, I'm upset for Jamie, sure.
Josie: I'm sorry. I've been a jerk, haven't I?
Josie: Going on and on about the stupid apartment.
Matt: No, you are entitled to it. Everybody is making a big fuss. It's fine, really.
Josie: You donít seem very happy.
Matt: I am, I'm happy for you.
Matt: But... but it's kind of rough, you know?
Josie: Rough? What are you talking about?
Matt: I mean everything is changing.
Josie: It doesn't have to.
Matt: Oh, come on, Josie. I mean, you are working now. You are going to be traveling. When is there going to be time for us?
Josie: All the time.
Matt: See, I donít think so.
Josie: Matthew, donít you realize what this apartment means to us? We can be alone whenever we want.
Matt: That would be great, if--
Josie: No--nope, donít. There are no ifs. This is our place, and it's just going to get better and better, I promise.
Stacey: You look gorgeous.
Mitch: Hey, I admit it--it's a long shot.
Sam: Very long.
Mitch: Look, whatever this maid saw or heard, somehow it might lead me to Ken Jordan.
Sam: I donít know, Mitch, you're doing this all on Lucas' say so?
Mitch: Look, I donít have anything else to go on.
Sam: What if it turns out to be a wild goose chase?
Mitch: If it does, I'll try something else.
Sam: Mitch, why donít you just let this one slide? If the guy hasn't shown up by now he's probably never going to show up.
Mitch: I donít know that.
Sam: I think you're getting too involved, man.
Mitch: I'm going.
Sam: Where are you going, home?
Mitch: No, I'm catching a flight to Maine.
Amanda: So they're doing their best; that is all they would say?
Jamie: Yes, they said they'd put every available man on it. Whether they do or not, I just donít know.
Amanda: I guess you just have to keep after them.
Jamie: Yeah. I called the newspapers and they said they would increase their coverage.
Amanda: You're going to get Steven back, I am sure of it.
Jamie: Yeah? Why are you so suddenly optimistic?
Amanda: Just a feeling. Look, there's one thing--if Steven is with Vicky, he's ok. At least you donít have to worry about that.
Jamie: How can he possibly be ok, Amanda, when she's taken him away from everything that he knows--when she's taken him away from me? How can he possibly be ok ever again?
Tina: See what I have?
Hank: Oh, that's beautiful, Tina. Real gold, too, from the looks of it.
Tina: It's a locket.
Hank: Yeah... oh--hey, look. There's some kind of writing. "To Vicky, love Jamie." Yeah, this is really, really beautiful.
Vicky: Hi. I saw you walking down the street.
Evan: Is he still asleep?
Vicky: Yeah. He woke up, I gave him a bottle, and he conked out again. It was a rough day yesterday.
Evan: Well, because he had such a rough day I got him this little toy.
Vicky: I was starting to wonder if you were going to come back, Evan.
Evan: I...I made a phone call to Amanda.
Vicky: You did?
Evan: I didnít tell you where we were.
Vicky: What the hell did you tell her?
Evan: I just told her that Steven was all right.
Vicky: That's it?
Evan: That's it. The Coryís have a right to know, donít they?
Vicky: You donít fool me.
Evan: What are you talking about?
Vicky: You want to be a hero. You think you can convince me to go back to Bay City, and then you will be worshipped by Amanda Cory, not to mention the rest of them, right?
Evan: Vicky, if that's what I wanted to do I would have turned you in to the police a long time ago. You're damn lucky I didnít.
Vicky: Get out!
Evan: Ok, fine.
Vicky: Wait. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. This is... this is all so strange and I feel so weird, and I... I guess I'm taking it out on you.
Evan: Ok, just forget it.
Vicky: I donít want you to leave.
Evan: Donít you?
Vicky: No. I would like you to stay another day.
Vicky: Um... I need someone to take care of Steven when I'm looking for a job. Will you do it?
Evan: Ok. I will stay one more day.
Vicky: You're a good friend, Evan. Thanks.
Evan: Listen. Since I'm such a good friend, I'm going to be very honest with you.
Vicky: Please, nothing but that.
Evan: This isnít going to work.
Vicky: It's going to work.
Evan: No, Vicky, you're not some nobody anymore.
Vicky: Evan, I know who I am.
Evan: Even though you're Vicky Hudson now, you canít ever go home again. You donít fit in here.
Vicky: I have to fit in here; it's the last chance I have to be with my son, Evan.
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