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Another World Transcript Wednesday 11/2/05

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Cecile: Well, I have to hand it to Frankie. She May be a flake, but she has fair taste in men.

Cass: What, him? You think he's good-looking?

Cecile: Cass, of course. Donít you?

Cass: Well, speaking purely objectively now, no. I think he's a bland washout.

Cecile: Oh, Cass, he's gorgeous.

Cass: Oh, please, gor--Cecile, sometimes I really have to question your judgment.

Cecile: No. The only thing we have to question here is what you see in Frankie, unless skinny, frizzy-haired ditzes turn you on. Oh, and that hair color. Please! I thought Lucille ball took that secret with her.

Cass: Will you can it, Cecile?

Frankie: Cass, how's the big party going?

Cass: Oh, Frankie, hello. What a surprise! I had no idea you were here.

Frankie: Hi, Cecile.

Cecile: So nice to see you again.

Cass: So you going to introduce him?

Frankie: Who?

Cass: The guy you came in with, the guy over at the bar.

Frankie: I thought you didnít know I was here.

Cass: I didnít.

Frankie: Then how'd you know I was with Trevor?

Cass: Cecile told me.

Cecile: [Scoffs]

Frankie: And you'd hate to miss a trick.

Cass: So his name is Trevor, eh?

Frankie: Yes, and to tell you the truth, I'm not sure I'm willing to share him. I'm sure you understand. It was nice to see you both, though. Ciao.

Jake: I love this, you know that? The whole idea, I love it...

Donna: What?

Jake: That we're celebrating. We have been in business less than one month. Our first shoot, we wind up on the evening news.

[Engine revs]

Donna: What was that?

Jake: What?

Donna: Over there, right over there.

Jake: That's a pile of junk.

Donna: Oh. Oh.

Jake: This is where it happened, right?

Donna: Yes.

Jake: I'm sorry. I forgot.

Donna: Only Michael wonít be here to rescue me this time.

Jake: Forget about Michael. You donít need him anymore. Donna, it's not going to happen. Besides, I'm here with you.

Donna: Yes, you are.

Jake: Look, let's concentrate on having a good time. Let's celebrate. We made the evening news.

Donna: I know. I'm sorry. I just canít get in the mood.

Jake: Because of what happened here.

Donna: No, actually.

Jake: Vicky.

Donna: She's out there somewhere destroying her whole life at this very minute. The police have an all-points bulletin out on her, and the FBI's going to get called in any minute, I know.

Jake: So what do you want to do about that?

Donna: I think I should just go home. I'd like to be there in case she calls.

Jake: Donna, if you're that worried about it, why donít we go find her?

Evan: Ok, uh, did I ever tell you the story--you remember the story I told you about the elephant? Remember, he lived in the jungle, and he goes down to the watering hole every day, and he never gets any water because all the other animals are around there drinking all the water. Well, one day he goes down there, and none of the animals are drinking the water. He goes, "that's great." So he walks up there, he sticks his trunk, he takes a drink of water.

Vicky: Hi.

Evan: I'm in the middle of a story. He takes a drink--he takes a drink of water, and out of nowhere, an alligator jumps up, bites his trunk right off. He turns around and goes, "very funny. Very funny." You remember that one?

Vicky: You donít get it, do you? Hi, sweetie. Mommy's home. Hi. Well, I'm going to rest my weary dogs while you guys finish your story.

Evan: Yeah, well, he went through 3 jars of food. He ate one, and he spit two, right?

Vicky: I donít know when I've been so tired.

Evan: Yeah? You better hurry up and recover because I'm giving this job back to you. Here you go.

Vicky: You amaze me. What, you donít like babysitting? Hi.

Evan: No, not for 8 hours.

Vicky: Did you have fun playing with Uncle Evan? Did you?

Evan: Yeah. We had a great time. Now, did you get a job?

Vicky: Um, no, but I'll get one tomorrow.

Evan: Oh, I see. Well, what's the rush, right? I mean, you've got plenty of money.

Vicky: Ahem.

Evan: What's that look for?

Vicky: Donít start with me, Evan.

Evan: You mean, you didnít bring any money with you?

[Ring]

Sam: Hello?

Mitch: Hey, it's me.

Sam: You're back from Maine already?

Mitch: Yeah.

Sam: Well, any news?

Mitch: Well, why donít I meet you at Tops, and I'll talk to you.

Sam: Sure. Did you find Ken Jordan?

Mitch: Let's put it this way. There was a big breakthrough, but I'll see you at Tops.

Felicia: What's this about a breakthrough? Hi. Well, come on. We want to hear about it.

Amanda: Who were you just talking to?

Sam: Why?

Amanda: Well, I just wondered, that's all.

Sam: You jump every time that phone rings.

Amanda: I do not.

Sam: You expecting a call from Evan?

Amanda: No. Are you going out?

Sam: Yes. If you hear from Evan, why donít you set him straight?

Amanda: About what?

Sam: About Vicky. If he's helping her, he's making a mistake.

Amanda: Are you going out to meet someone?

Sam: Yes. Did you hear what I said about Evan?

Amanda: Yes, I heard.

Sam: How come you look away every time I say his name?

Amanda: Why are we talking about him again?

Sam: I just asked a question.

Amanda: I'm getting really tired of answering questions about Evan.

Sam: Yeah.

Olivia: Excuse me. Is this a bad time?

Donna: Jake, we can hardly find Victoria if we donít know where to look.

Jake: Donna, she must have said something to somebody.

Donna: But she left so abruptly. She just left. She could be anywhere by now.

Jake: I doubt it.

Donna: Why?

Jake: Because Jamie knew about it right away. There was cops all over the airport in a matter of couple of hours.

Donna: But she could still be anywhere.

Jake: Donna! I've been thinking, this may be a long shot, but I know Vicky, and I know the way she thinks.

Donna: How?

Jake: Lassiter.

Donna: No. No!

Jake: She ran away there once.

Donna: No, she wouldnít do the same thing again.

Jake: Unless she's trying to double think us.

Donna: No, not the same thing--

Jake: Donna--

Donna: She would--has Steven with her.

Jake: It's where she grew up.

Donna: Jake, she wouldnít even want Steven to see that horrible little town.

Jake: Exactly. Everybody knows Vicky hates Lassiter. Vicky knows everybody knows she hates Lassiter. If she was going to go somewhere--

Donna: Jake, Lassiter is the last place anybody would think to look. Oh.

Jake: She would know exactly what to do, where to go, everything.

Donna: Yes, yes.

Jake: Donna, I may be right about this. I know Vicky better than anybody.

Donna: All right. I'll go there.

Jake: I'll go with you.

Donna: Oh, no, no, no, no, no.

Jake: Unless you want to wander around beautiful downtown Lassiter all by your lonesome.

Donna: I donít. You'll go with me. We'll leave first thing in the morning.

Jake: I'm ready.

Donna: You mean, you want to go right now?

Jake: Do you have something better you going to be doing?

Evan: Yo, Vicky, I donít believe you.

Vicky: Evan, donít start. I'm really too tired.

Evan: How can you leave town without bringing any money with you?

Vicky: I did bring some money, just not a lot.

Evan: Oh, that's great.

Vicky: I didnít have time to stop and think.

Evan: Well, that's kind of obvious.

Vicky: Evan, I did everything on the fly. I didnít have time to go to a bank.

Evan: Well, you certainly canít do it now, can you? And if you use a credit card, they're going to trace you right back here. The same goes if I use one of mine.

Vicky: Please donít worry about it. Everything's going to be just fine tomorrow.

Evan: [High-pitched tone] Ok, Scarlett.

[Normal voice] How is everything going to be fine--better tomorrow?

Vicky: Well, I was thinking I would dummy up some references tonight, and then I'll take them to the jobs tomorrow, and I'll get hired.

Evan: Newsflash.

Vicky: [Sighs] What?

Evan: I wonít be here tomorrow.

Vicky: Oh, come on, Evan. One more day, please. One more day.

Evan: No. I am not going to waste my life babysitting some princess who wants to play at being a scullery maid.

Vicky: All right, then, leave.

Evan: You think about this for a minute.

Vicky: Nobody's stopping you, Evan.

Evan: You might have had a chance if you would have brought some money with you.

Vicky: We'll be just fine without you.

Evan: Ok, let me reason with you for a second. Now, while you're looking for a job, who's going to take care of Steven? And if you do find a job, who's going to watch him while you're working?

Vicky: I'll figure it out.

Evan: Did you even get a nibble today?

Vicky: No, but I just checked out the wrong places.

Evan: Oh, but you're not ready to give up yet, are you?

Vicky: Look, Evan, I'll find a job, we'll settle in here, and we'll be just fine.

Evan: By chance, did anybody recognize you today?

Vicky: No. See that? Everything's fine.

Evan: Good. Well, that's probably all going to change tomorrow, donít you think?

Vicky: I donít-- oh, my God.

Felicia: Hi. I'm glad to see you. How'd it go?

Mitch: It was, uh...it was ok.

Felicia: Did you take lots of pictures of politicians making fools of themselves?

Mitch: Yes, yes.

Rachel: That wouldnít be too hard.

Mitch: No, it's not.

Felicia: Rachel and I were looking at dresses for the fantasy ball.

Mitch: Your favorite event of the year.

Rachel: You sounded pretty excited on the phone.

Felicia: Yeah. Who was that?

Mitch: Sam.

Felicia: Oh. Well, what's this thing about a breakthrough?

Mitch: Well, that, um, that's nothing.

Felicia: Oh, come on. You can tell us.

Mitch: Oh, it's nothing, nothing I want to talk about.

Rachel: I hope it wasn't about Vicky and Steven. You wouldnít keep that from me, would you?

Mitch: No, no. It wasn't that. Glad to see you. I mean, I'm glad to see you here.

Rachel: Oh, thanks.

Felicia: Uh, yeah. I decided that Rachel and I needed to talk about some stuff.

Rachel: Yeah. So I got invited to dinner.

Felicia so now we'll make it a dinner for 3, ok?

Amanda: Is there something that you wanted, Olivia?

Olivia: Well, I just wanted to see if Sam was ready.

Amanda: For what?

Sam: Come on, after last night, I figured you wouldnít want to.

Olivia: Oh, hey, I'm a pro, right?

Amanda: What are the two of you talking about?

Olivia: This is my night to pose for Sam.

Sam: Yeah, but you had a bad night last night.

Olivia: It was just a stupid contest. I figured the best way to get over that is work.

Sam: Listen, I'm sorry, but I've got to go. I've got to go meet somebody.

Olivia: Oh. Well, ok, then. That's fine.

Sam: Listen, I'm sorry. If I'd known that you were coming over, I wouldnít have done this.

Olivia: Well, that's all right. I'm just going to go on back to the studio because I left some clothes there, so...

Sam: Listen, do you need a ride somewhere?

Olivia: No. Thank you, but I have my car.

Amanda: Olivia, why donít you stay for a little while? We could have coffee.

Olivia: Well, uh, I think that maybe--

Amanda: Sam tells me that you're trying out for the Bay City ballet?

Olivia: Yeah.

Amanda: I'd like to know about that.

Olivia: Ok. Well, um, let me go get my stuff before I forget, then I'll come on back.

Amanda: Fine.

Olivia: Ok. Bye, Sam.

Sam: See you. Now, just what are you doing?

Amanda: Nothing.

Sam: All of a sudden you want to have coffee with Olivia?

Amanda: Well, if you like her so much, maybe I should just get to know her a little better.

Cecile: [Sighs] Boring. Come on. Let's go.

Cass: She never mentioned anyone named Trevor to me before.

Cecile: Maybe the guy is new. Let's go.

Cass: Where'd she find the time to meet him and get so friendly?

Cecile: I donít know, Cass. Maybe he's someone old. Will you come on?

Cass: He's a little young for her, donít you think?

Cecile: What I think is that you and I should go out, get a couple of drinks, do some dancing, have some fun.

Cass: Why donít we have a drink here? Waiter!

Trevor: There's an empty table.

Frankie: Where? Nah.

Trevor: What's the matter with it?

Frankie: I think the bar is sexier.

Trevor: All right, well, if you say so.

Frankie: I really want to thank you for this. I didnít know who else to call.

Trevor: My pleasure. You know, when you give, the universe returns the gift tenfold, right?

Frankie: So they say.

Trevor: I'm sorry to see you going through this game-playing phase, though.

Frankie: Well, that, um--

Trevor: I thought you had, uh--after watching you in meditation class, I thought you had progressed a lot further along the road than that.

Frankie: Two steps forward, one step back, right?

Trevor: No. That's not how it goes.

Frankie: Well, what can I say, Trevor? Certain things make me regress.

Trevor: Why donít you tell him?

Frankie: Tell him what?

Trevor: How you feel. Let your love flow. He'll respond.

Frankie: Yeah, he probably would, but how he'd respond is the question, especially with that blond boa draped all over him.

Trevor: Well, if he canít respond positively, then just let him go. The universe will send you someone else.

Frankie: It will, huh?

Trevor: Absolutely. There's never, never a shortage of love out there.

Frankie: I'll tell you something, Trevor, I've been waiting around a long time, and Cass Winthrop is the best thing the universe has sent me so far.

Trevor: All right. I see.

Frankie: I'm not about to lose him to some tart from Tanquir.

Trevor: Hmmmm.

Frankie: What?

Trevor: I thought so. The vibe's quite negative.

Frankie: Oh, oh, I'm sorry. I'll try to think more positively, tap into my cosmic strength, all right?

Trevor: All and all and all and all and all is pe-eace.

Frankie: Trevor.

Trevor: All and all and all and all--

Frankie: Trevor, what are you doing?

Trevor: ...And all is pe-eace. Those negative vibes reminded me of my ex-wife. I have to cleanse my core. All and all--

Frankie: Trevor. Trevor, please donít do this here, ok?

Trevor: All and all is pe-eace.

Frankie: Trevor, not now.

Trevor: All and all and all--

Frankie: Trevor, Trevor, Cass is coming. Trevor, stop.

Frankie: Trevor, please. Trevor, please donít do this. Trevor. Trevor! Look, how about you center yourself out on the balcony, ok? You'll love it out there. You know, nice breeze blowing in off the lake, December breeze. It'll pick you up, ok? I'll see you later, ok?

Cass: Hi.

Frankie: Oh, hey. How's it going?

Cass: Great. Where did he go?

Frankie: Oh, he's an actor, and he's got this big deal pending in L. A. with his agent, so it's a private phone call.

Cass: Oh, private. Is he singing?

Frankie: No, no. He has this throat infection, and his voice teacher gave him these warm-up exercises. You know actors.

Cass: No, not very many, probably because not very many actors come through Bay City. What is he, with a touring company?

Frankie: No, no.

Cass: Where did you meet him?

Frankie: You are not the only one with a past here, you know?

Cass: And what's that supposed to mean?

Frankie: Trevor is an old admirer of mine, and he happened to be passing through, and he couldn't resist himself. He had to come see me.

Cass: Oh, an admirer, huh?

Frankie: Mm-hmm.

Cass: Hmm. So how come he wasn't at the high school reunion?

Frankie: Because we didnít go to high school together.

Cass: Well, now, wait a minute. I thought there was only one old flame in your life, just Ron.

Frankie: Well, Ron was the--

Cass: Ron was the only man you ever trusted, right? The love of your life, your first love, high school, remember?

Frankie: Of course I remember.

Cass: So?

Frankie: So what?

Cass: So how come all of a sudden this other lover named Trevor pops up?

Frankie: What I said was that Ron is the only man I ever trusted.

Cass: Oh.

Frankie: What I had with Trevor was intense enough, but I never trusted him.

Cass: Oh, hot stuff, huh? Ok.

Frankie: You could say that, yeah. If I were you, I would take my date home. She's looking a little impatient.

Cass: I want to meet Trevor first.

Frankie: I just told you he's on the phone.

Cass: Yeah. I'll wait.

Mitch: But I canít. I canít stay for dinner.

Felicia: But, honey, you just got back.

Mitch: I know, but I told Sam that I would see him. I need to talk to him.

Felicia: Well, can you stay a few minutes? Rachel and I were just about to have some wine.

Mitch: Ok, ok, for a minute.

Felicia: Terrific. Ok, let me get you a glass. Come on, you two. Let's sit down.

Rachel: All right.

Felicia: Come on.

Rachel: Thanks.

Felicia: Ah, I think it's great that the 3 of us can be together like this again.

Rachel: Yes.

Felicia: Mitch.

Mitch: Thank you.

Felicia: Rachel.

Rachel: Thank you.

Felicia: Rachel was telling me that I didnít have anything in my closet to wear to the fantasy ball.

Rachel: Did I say that?

Felicia: No, actually you didnít. I did. You were talking about the red swan.

Rachel: Oh, yeah. I was just saying I made a mistake about it.

Mitch: What do you mean?

Felicia: Well, I mean, you're thrilled to have it back.

Rachel: Yeah, but I've made too much of it.

Mitch: In what way?

Rachel: Made a symbol of it.

Felicia: Well, that's because it was Macís last gift.

Rachel: Yeah, but I've imagined all sorts of things about it.

Felicia: Honey, I think that's pretty natural.

Rachel: I kept thinking it was a message from Mac, but it was nothing.

Felicia: Well, at least you have it back now, and who knows? I mean, maybe you're right.

Rachel: About what?

Felicia: Well, maybe you feel cut off from it because there really was a message. I mean, maybe it was taken.

Rachel: While it was stolen?

Felicia: It's possible. Donít you think, Mitch? I think you should keep investigating.

Rachel: No. I think I just imagined things. Anyway, we'll never know now, will we?

Jake: You ok?

Donna: Yeah. Feels strange, though.

Jake: What does?

Donna: Driving with you like this in the middle of the night in the middle of nowhere.

Jake: With me?

Donna: Yeah. How much further till Lassiter?

Jake: It depends on the traffic.

Donna: Traffic? Traffic? What traffic?

Jake: It's a joke, Donna. It's a joke. It depends on the traffic. There's no traffic. It's a joke.

Donna: I just keep wondering what we're going to do when we get there.

Jake: Well, we'll start looking.

Donna: But it's so late. I--

Jake: Donna, Donna, Donna.

Donna: Hardly know where to begin.

Jake: Donna, you're with Mr. Lassiter. Believe me, we'll get there. I'll know.

Donna: You'll know.

Jake: Yeah.

Donna: Yeah.

Jake: Donna, if Vickyís there, I'll find her.

Vicky: Check this out. "Mrs. Frame reportedly entered the Cory residence while the family was observing Thanksgiving and took the child. No note was left." Do you believe this? I mean, they donít even mention that I'm the mother in there.

Evan: They said that earlier, Vicky.

Vicky: They make it sound like I'm some common criminal or something, Evan.

Evan: Well, you violated a court order, so in the eyes of the law, you are what they call a kidnapper.

Vicky: You know, it's really terrific having you around.

Evan: Yeah, with friends like me, huh?

Vicky: Yep, you got it.

Evan: Well, I want to help you face some facts.

Vicky: Did Dora see this?

Evan: I donít think so. I grabbed it off the front steps.

Vicky: Hmm. You did one thing right.

Evan: But we canít run around Lassiter grabbing all the newspapers. The word is out. Now, what are you going to do about it? You want to run the rest of your life looking over your shoulders?

Vicky: Evan, stop.

Evan: Think about it, Vicky.

Vicky: You know, it must be really nice having a publishing family like this so you have all the connections in the whole wide world.

Evan: Come on, Vicky, get over it. The word is out. What are you going to do about it?

Vicky: I donít know. I'll figure it out.

Evan: Yeah? Well, donít you think you might have to disguise yourself?

Vicky: Yes, I will have to.

Evan: Yeah, well, how you going to do that?

Vicky: Can I please have some time here, Evan, and I'll think this all through.

Evan: Well, it's a good thing I thought about it. I took Steven for a walk today. I bought you something.

Vicky: You did?

Evan: Yes. The first thing that's going to have to go is that cute little blond look.

Vicky: Oh! This is great.

Evan: That's not all, Vicky. Your whole life is going to change now. It's going to change inside and out.

Vicky: Yes, I know that.

Evan: You understand? Moving from town to town, not having any friends. You canít make any phone calls home.

Vicky: Nope, but I'll have my son.

Evan: Yeah, but you better change his name now because it might be a little harder when he gets older, you know, moving from school to school, not having any real friends he can count on and not even having a father.

Vicky: Buzz off!

Evan: Is this what you want in your life, Vicky? Is this what you want? Well, good. You have a nice life, kid.

Vicky: Evan, you're not going to call the Coryís, are you? You're not. Evan!

Cass: Hey, that's some deal old Trevor is putting together, isnít it?

Frankie: Yep. He's a real rising star.

Cass: Yeah. He's been out in the cold for a long time.

Frankie: Why are you doing this?

Cass: What?

Frankie: Sitting here with me?

Cass: I told you, I want to meet Trevor the lover.

Frankie: Your date is sitting over there.

Cass: Do you think Trevor will wrap this up by, say, midnight?

Frankie: Are you jealous? Is that it?

Cass: Of Trevor? Are you kidding?

Frankie: No.

Cass: I haven't met the guy. Talk about an ego.

Frankie: Then what are you doing here?

Cass: I'm trying to figure out what's going on here.

Frankie: What are you saying, Cass, that you think I'm lying?

Cass: I wouldnít put it past you.

Frankie: Why would I lie about Trevor?

Cass: To make me jealous.

Frankie: Oh, of all the ridiculous things you have ever said, Winthrop, and the competition is very keen on that one.

Cass: Ok, prove me wrong, hotshot.

Frankie: And you want to talk about egos. I mean, of all the people I would never even consider making jealous because you're not worth my time.

Cass: Yeah?

Frankie: Yeah.

Cecile: Excuse me, Cass.

Cass: Yes, honey.

Cecile: You remember that lawyer we were talking to earlier?

Cass: Sure.

Cecile: Lovely man.

Cass: Mm-hmm.

Cecile: With a lovely family with big money.

Cass: Oh, yeah.

Cecile: He's going to take me dancing. See you later.

Cass: [Laughs] Oh, you know, that's what I've always loved about Ce--Frankie?

Trevor: All and all and all is pe-eace.

Frankie: Boy, that ex-wife of yours must really disturb your vibes.

Trevor: Oh, yeah. She's always after me about the alimony. It's awful.

Frankie: Trevor, listen to me, ok? Listen to me! I know this wasn't part of the deal, but I need you to shut up and kiss me right now, ok?

Mitch: Hi, Cass.

Cass: Hi, Mitch.

Mitch: I'm sorry I'm late. Rachel dropped by and was visiting with Felicia.

Sam: That's no problem, no problem, at least with waiting.

Mitch: How's that?

Sam: Look, Mitch, I'm not sure we're doing the right thing.

Mitch: I'm more confident than ever that it's the right thing.

Sam: What happened in Maine?

Mitch: Well, I met this woman by the name of Hannah Tuttle. As it turns out, she witnessed Mac signing a document the day before he died.

Sam: Really?

Mitch: She also saw him meet another guy, but she couldn't really describe him.

Sam: Was it the guy in the photograph?

Mitch: She couldn't tell.

Sam: Well, was it Lucas?

Mitch: No, no, it wasn't Lucas. In fact, Lucas and Iris had her flown down here to Bay City and questioned her.

Sam: So they've known all along?

Mitch: Yeah, he was the one that gave me her name.

Sam: Wait a minute. Lucas, he volunteers some information?

Mitch: No, no, no, not exactly.

Sam: Oh, I see.

Mitch: No, but here's the key. The document that she witnessed, it was a lot longer than the one that I found in the red swan.

Sam: So we're talking more like a will, then, huh?

Mitch: Well, I donít know. I mean, maybe. It could be, but I know one thing. It was a lot more than the paper that I found.

Sam: So somebody made a switch.

Mitch: Seems that way.

Sam: That's just--so they take out the will or whatever, and then they put in this note about Ken Jordan?

Mitch: Oh, but who ended up making the switch? Was it Mac?

Sam: Maybe it was this guy Ken Jordan, somebody else.

Mitch: When was it done?

Sam: Mitch, I really think we should go to Rachel with this whole story.

Mitch: I know. I know. We will.

Sam: No, I mean now.

Mitch: I know. I understand.

Jerry: Mitch.

Mitch: Yeah, hey. How is it going, Jerry?

Jerry: Not bad. You got a phone call.

Mitch: Would you take a number, tell them I'll call them back.

Jerry: It's long distance from Maine.

Rachel: Thank you so much for dinner. It was lovely.

Felicia: Well, my pleasure. I'm sorry that Mitch couldn't stay.

Rachel: He was playing something very close to the vest, wasn't he?

Felicia: Well, you kind of get used to that, living with Mitch.

Rachel: He's never talked much, no.

Felicia: No. I really am so glad that we had this evening together. I've hated the distance between us.

Rachel: I've missed our ladies nights.

Felicia: Yeah--me, too. Rachel, Mitch and I...well, we've been through a lot together. He was there for me when my husband died, and I just want you to know that I understand the temptation.

Rachel: You still think that I want Mitch.

Felicia: I think that right now you're feeling very vulnerable.

Rachel: What was this all about then? This wasn't about friendship, right?

Felicia: No.

Rachel: It was about--

Felicia: This was about friendship. Because if this was anybody else...oh God, I would be so crazy.

Rachel: But this is about me.

Felicia: You know, it's funny, isnít it? I have needed so much to talk to my best friend.

Rachel: But this is about your best friend.

Felicia: Rachel. I donít believe that this is in my head.

Rachel: I think I better go.

Felicia: No. I want you to try and understand this. I...I think that something's happening between you and Mitch. I do. I think it started the night at the docks when you found the red swan. I donít know--maybe before that--but I know my instincts are right about it.

Rachel: I donít know what your instincts are telling you. There is a lot of history between Mitch and me. We are very close. That's the way things are, Felicia. You canít do anything to change that. It's just like you and Cass. But, you know, I am your friend, and there's nothing more to it than that. I donít know what else to say to you.

Felicia: I am glad we had this time together.

Rachel: I donít want to hurt you.

Felicia: I'll see you soon?

Rachel: Yeah. Let's do this again.

Felicia: Ok.

Rachel: Bye-bye.

Felicia: Bye.

Rachel: Thanks.

Felicia: Drive carefully.

Olivia: I'm sorry I took so long.

Amanda: Oh, that's all right.

Olivia: The studio was a mess, so I started cleaning up, and I guess I lost track of time.

Amanda: That's really nice of you, Olivia, but you really shouldnít feel that cleaning up is your job.

Olivia: Oh, I'm happy to help out, especially for Sam.

Amanda: Uh-huh.

Olivia: He's been wonderful to me. He really has.

Amanda: Sit down.

Olivia: Ok.

Amanda: That's exactly what I wanted to talk to you about.

Olivia: Sam?

Amanda: Yes. I know how special he can be.

Olivia: I'm sure you do.

Amanda: And, you know, I remember when I was your age how I used to get crushes so easily, especially on people like Sam.

Olivia: Crushes?

Amanda: Sure. There was a teacher that I had, and he was new to teaching. He was young, very good-looking, and there I was. I was this young girl that sat in his class every day--

Olivia: Uh, excuse me. How old were you when you married Sam?

Amanda: 19.

Olivia: That's about my age.

Amanda: I donít understand your point.

Olivia: I'm not some kid in school, and I donít have a crush on Sam.

Amanda: You donít?

Olivia: No. I admire him a lot, and not only because he's so talented but also because he's so devoted to you and Alli.

Amanda: I see.

Olivia: I hope you do. He loves you so much.

Amanda: He talks about us?

Olivia: All the time. Listen, I really hope you donít have the wrong impression of me. I like Sam and all that, but I donít have a crush on him, and I donít have any illusions, either.

Amanda: Well, you seem to see things pretty clearly.

Olivia: I just want to be friends, that's all, with Sam and you.

Amanda: You know, emotions can be a tricky thing, though. I mean, especially--

[Phone ringing] Excuse me. Hello.

Evan: Hi. It's me. Can we talk?

Amanda: Oh, yes. I'm so glad you called.

Amanda: Can you hold on for just a minute?

Evan: Sure.

Amanda: Olivia, I'm really glad that we got a chance to talk, but I've really got to take this phone call, ok?

Olivia: Sure. Is everything all right?

Amanda: Yes, fine.

Olivia: All right. I have to get on home anyway. Bye.

Amanda: Good night. Ok, I'm back.

Evan: Oh, good.

Amanda: Are you coming home with Vicky and Steven?

Evan: Well, that's turned out to be a little more difficult than I anticipated.

Amanda: Why?

Evan: Well, because the local paper here has turned her into a real front-page story, and they've called her a kidnapper.

Amanda: Well, that's exactly what she is.

Evan: I know, but she's nervous about losing Steven for good.

Amanda: Well, I'm sorry, but she should have thought about that when she took him.

Evan: But she didnít think, Amanda. That's the problem.

Amanda: Well, that's too bad. Evan, I canít keep this secret that much longer.

Evan: Amanda, I just need some more time. Just give me a couple more days.

Amanda: A couple more days? Evan, my family is worried sick here.

Evan: I know.

Amanda: Can you imagine how Jamie is feeling?

Evan: Listen to me for a minute. It would be best if I could get Vicky to come back on her own.

Amanda: Why?

Evan: Because she's on the edge.

Amanda: She wouldnít hurt little Steven, would she?

Evan: Of course not, but she's skittish, which means that if she feels at all threatened, she's going to run again, and you know that I'm right.

Amanda: I donít know if I know anything anymore.

Evan: Hey, hey, hey. How's everything at the office?

Amanda: Not much better. Iris is circling.

Evan: Why?

Amanda: Well, I guess she knows that Mom and I are upset about Steven. She's pretending to be really concerned, but I donít know. She's up to something. If you were here, you would know what.

Evan: Well, it's nice to know that I'm missed.

Amanda: When you get back, we have to talk.

Evan: About what?

Amanda: About something that I found--oh, never mind. It can wait.

Evan: Ok. Well, wish me luck.

Amanda: I do. Good night.

Evan: Good night, Amanda.

Donna: Jamie thinks he can get away with this, he can just think again. Here. I brought you some toast with apple jelly.

Vicky: I'm not hungry.

Donna: I think it's mint apple. The very idea of having a custody hearing with a judge who's a friend of the Cory family. That's ridiculous, and it's got to be illegal.

Vicky: Jamie got Steven. That's all that counts.

Donna: Well, it's only temporary. We have to, we're going to go all the way to the Supreme Court with this. Drink your tea.

Vicky: No thanks.

Donna: Your father's just as determined in this as I am, and you know how he is when he gets things into his head. Victoria, please eat something. You haven't had anything since last night. You've got to eat things to keep your energy up.

Vicky: Jamie canít have Steven.

Donna: Well, of course he canít have Steven. Now, drink this tea. It's chamomile. It's good for a nervous stomach.

Vicky: He thinks he's home free, but I will do anything. He will live to regret the day he ever did this to me.

>> I'm hungry for love...

Donna: Lassiter, it's worse than I thought.

Jake: Oh, I'm not in the mood for country music.

Donna: Thank you.

Jake: Here you go.

Donna: What's this?

Jake: It's coffee.

Donna: Thank you. Oh, this smells awful.

Jake: Drink it anyway. This could be a long night.

Donna: It's already a long night.

Jake: Complaint, complaint. Listen, I got a list of boarding houses from the guy at the counter. There's one right around the corner.

Donna: Jake, canít we just go someplace, check into a nice motel if we can find one. It's awfully late.

Jake: Donna, that's right. It's also a good time to find people at home.

Trevor: Oh, much better now.

Frankie: Oh, I hope so. You were out there a long time.

Trevor: Yeah. So did you get what you wanted out of tonight?

Frankie: I hope so. Hey, thanks for the kiss.

Trevor: Yeah. Thanks for the 20 bucks.

Frankie: Sure.

Trevor: I donít think it's right that you should trick that poor guy. I guess you still care a lot about him though, huh?

Frankie: Yeah, idiot that I am.

Trevor: Is he really worth all this?

Frankie: I donít know. One minute I think I canít live without him, the next I want to rip his face off.

Trevor: So you really donít know what's going to happen, huh?

Frankie: Haven't the foggiest.

Trevor: You know, I guess there's only one thing left we can do.

Frankie: What's that? Trevor. You're psychic?

Trevor: Very.

Frankie: Well, quick, tell me what Cass is doing this very minute--

Trevor: Shh. I have to concentrate. In a minute, all will be revealed.

Cecile: Hundred dollars for your thoughts.

Cass: What happened to your rich friend?

Cecile: Oh, I decided I'd rather be here, especially since I had a hunch you'd be back soon.

Cass: Yeah, well, I'm going to do a little work, and then I'm going to bed.

Cecile: Did you satisfy your curiosity about Frankie and Trevor?

Cass: Drop it, will you? I'm busy.

Cecile: You know, I'm really worried about you, Cass.

Cass: Well, donít be.

Cecile: Yeah, I am. I mean, it's just not like you to be mooning around over somebody. It was really embarrassing.

Cass: I wasn't mooning around, Cecile.

Cecile: Uh-huh. Well, what would you call it?

Cass: I feel a little responsible for Frankie. That's all.

Cecile: Oh, responsible.

Cass: I'm not in love with her, if that's what you're implying.

Cecile: Oh, well, personally, I donít use that word anymore.

Cass: Did you forget what it means?

Cecile: No. I just think there are more important things, like friendship, attraction, sensuality, passion.

Cass: They're nothing compared to love.

Cecile: But sometimes it's better to accept what you have than fantasize some storybook ideal.

Cass: I thought you liked my idealism.

Cecile: I like everything about you.

Cass: Tell me, what's that perfume you're wearing called... come and get it?

Cecile: Something like that, yes.

Cass: Yeah? I suppose you drenched my shirt in it.

Cecile: I donít know, did I?

Cass: I'm not in the mood for games, Cecile.

Cecile: I'm not playing games.

Cass: I've had a tough day.

Cecile: I know.

Cass: All I want to do is--

Cecile: What?

Cass: I'm not ready for this. I'm just not ready for this now.

Cecile: Yes, you are. Yes, you are. We both are. It's been bound to happen.

Cass: What about the bet?

Cecile: A hundred bucks compared to what we've been waiting for and wanting so badly?

Cass: Look--

Cecile: Cass, if we let this slip by, we will have missed something truly wonderful.

Cass: Cecile.

Cecile: Cass, stop talking, stop thinking, and just let go. Come on. Come on. Let go. Donít fight it. Donít fight me.

Evan: Hey, I donít think we have much time--

Vicky: Well, now, the prodigal friend returns. Well, if you called the Coryís, donít worry about it.

Evan: Look, we donít have to worry about the Coryís right now. Jake and Donna are on our front doorsteps.

Vicky: What? Oh, my God. How did they find out about this?

Donna: Is it upstairs?

Jake: Donít worry about it. We'll take it from here, ok?

Donna: Thank you. Thanks very much.

Vicky: Oh, God. They're coming. Evan, you've got to help us.

Evan: What are you doing?

Vicky: This. What does it look like I'm doing? I'm going to get out of here. Come on.

Evan: You canít go out there. It's freezing.

Vicky: Evan, then it'll be your job to keep us warm. Oh, my God. Come on, Evan. Ok, ok, ok, ok, sweetheart. Shh. Evan, be careful. Shh. Oh, God. Ok, shh.

Donna: Victoria?

Mitch: Ok. All right, thank you, Mrs. Tuttle. Thank you. Sorry.

Sam: That was some phone conversation.

Mitch: Well, when Mrs. Tuttle figures she has something to say, she talks.

Sam: Ok, so what did she say?

Mitch: At first she thought it might be unimportant, but as it turns out, it might be the understatement of the year.

Sam: What? What are you talking about?

Mitch: The night that she witnessed Mac signing the document, same night, she was cleaning a room next to where Mac was staying. As it turns out, she ended up hearing him get into an argument with some other guy.

Sam: Arguing? Mac?

Mitch: Well, she didnít know what it was about other than, uh, than he was getting very angry.

Sam: Was it the guy that was in the room earlier, the guy we think is--

Mitch: She canít be sure.

Sam: Oh, well, that's great.

Mitch: Other than it just turned into a very violent argument.

Sam: That's weird. That's not like Mac. I mean, Mac had a temper, but he didnít lose it very often.

Mitch: Well, obviously, he did that night.

Sam: So what do you think? Was Mac in trouble?

Mitch: That was my first thought.

Sam: Then this note about Ken Jordan--that might have been a warning.

Mitch: Well, that's what's been bothering me. If it is, it could be that, well, Rachel could be in trouble.

Rachel: It's you.

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