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Another World Transcript Thursday 11/3/05
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Rachel: It's you.
Mrs. Johnson: Dear, I'm afraid I've startled you.
Rachel: The lady from the bookstore.
Mrs. Johnson: Yes, Mrs. Johnson. You're shaking, dear.
Rachel: I--I'm fine.
Mrs. Johnson: Were you expecting someone else?
Rachel: I--I thought I was being followed.
Mrs. Johnson: Did you?
Rachel: I'm just being silly. It's just sort of deserted here at this time of night.
Mrs. Johnson: It isnít silly at all. You must learn to trust your own instincts.
Rachel: You're the second person who's said that to me tonight.
Frankie: What? What--what's--what do you see? What's Cass doing? Is he with somebody?
Trevor: Shh...I need quiet to focus my concentration.
Trevor: I have an image, but it's still unclear. The emotions are urbulent...steamy.
Frankie: Let me see that.
Cass: Where do you think you're going?
Cass: Then get back here.
Cecile: Cass, are you sure this is what you want?
Cass: Very sure--incredibly sure. Couldn't be surer.
Cecile: This is important to me.
Cass: No, this is important to you. I know you--
Cecile: Come on, Cass, it's not funny.
Cass: The last thing I want to do right now is be funny.
Cecile: Look, why do I get the feeling that you are just not here, you're really not focused on me?
Cass: I am focused on you. Believe me when I tell you I am definitely focused on you.
Evan: Vicky, this is insane.
Vicky: [Whispers] Quiet.
Jake: We just want to take a look around, all right?
Dora: Well, I gotta be crazy to let you. Do you have any idea what time it is?
Donna: Yeah, we'll promise we'll be quick--we promise.
Dora: It's the middle of the night, for Peteís sake.
Donna: Jake, look. Jake, Jake, Jake, look.
Dora: You--I mean, you people. You got a hell of a nerve barging in here and making--
Jake: Dora, somebody's been here.
Dora: Look, if you people are finished--
Donna: Doris, please, Doris--
Dora: It's Dora.
Donna: Dora, Dora, you have to help us. We're checking all of the boarding houses.
Dora: Yeah, I bet you are. You're waking up the whole town.
Donna: 'Cause we have to find--we have to find my daughter--we have to. Now, have you seen her? Have you seen this woman?
Rachel: I'm awfully glad to see you again.
Mrs. Johnson: I know you are, dear.
Rachel: I--I went back to the bookstore. I wanted to talk with you again, but they said that you'd never worked there.
Mrs. Johnson: Why would you think I did?
Rachel: Well, you said--you said you had other people to help.
Mrs. Johnson: And you thought I meant customers?
Mrs. Johnson: Oh, dear. Rachel: What did you mean?
Mrs. Johnson: You got your red swan back.
Rachel: Yes, I did. How did you know?
Mrs. Johnson: It was in all the newspapers.
Rachel: Oh, yes.
Mrs. Johnson: You should be very happy.
Rachel: Yes, I am.
Mrs. Johnson: Then why donít I see that in your eyes?
Rachel: What do you see in my eyes?
Mrs. Johnson: That you're a troubled woman.
Rachel: I've been thinking about the myth that you told me about--about the dying swan that chooses a mate for the one he leaves behind?
Mrs. Johnson: What have you been thinking about it?
Rachel: Does the remaining one know?
Mrs. Johnson: Know that a mate is chosen for her?
Rachel: Or did she just find another without knowing?
Mrs. Johnson: Are we still talking about swans, dear?
Rachel: I donít know.
Mrs. Johnson: You will know, someday. I must go.
Rachel: Oh, no, please.
Mrs. Johnson: I'm sorry, but I'm late. Good-bye.
Mrs. Johnson: Oh, but where can I find you?
Mitch: Rachel, are you ok?
Rachel: Yeah, I'm--were you following me?
Mitch: Who were you talking to?
Rachel: I'm not sure.
Michael: Angela, it's after midnight. Now, what time did Mrs. Hudson say she'd be home? Well, did she say that she would at least call in? Well, that's good, how's Mikey? Is he--is he afraid? Well, good, ok. Look, tell Mikey I'll see him tomorrow, and then you give me a call the moment you hear from Mrs. Hudson, all right? Thank you very much.
Arianne: You look worried, Michael.
Michael: How did you get in? I had the doors locked.
Arianne: Yes, you did. What are you worried about?
Michael: Donna--she's gone somewhere.
Arianne: I know.
Michael: You do?
Michael: Well, do you know where she has gone?
Arianne: Someplace called Lassiter. It's in Pennsylvania--
Michael: I know where it is, thank you. Why--why would she go there? Victoria?
Michael: Donna went to Lassiter alone in the middle of the night?
Arianne: She didnít go alone.
Michael: Well, who did she go with?
Arianne: Jake McKinnon.
Donna: You have to help us. You see, my daughter ran away with her son.
Dora: So, it's her kid, isnít it?
Donna: Yes, but her husband is the one that has custody, and they're getting a divorce. I mean, they're already divorced, but--Jake, please explain the situation to her.
Jake: This woman, Dora, this girl in the picture--she could be in real trouble. Her ex-husband called the cops.
Donna: We just want to help her. Do you understand?
Jake: We just--we want to make sure that she's not alone.
Evan: What does he have to do with this?
Dora: Sorry, didnít look nothing like the girl that was here.
Dora: The girl that checked in here was traveling with a guy. They probably got out of here a while ago.
Jake: She was with a guy?
Dora: I just said that, didnít I?
Donna: What did the guy look like?
Dora: Lady, I donít know.
Jake: A guy and a kid, right? Dora, why donít you tell us the truth?
Vicky: [Whispering] Please do not tell them, Dora, please.
Donna: What was that? What was that noise?
Dora: Uh, I didnít hear nothing.
Donna: Well, it was coming from right there, right outside the window.
Dora: It was probably just a loose shutter or something. They're always making these strange sounds.
Jake: I donít see anything.
Donna: Was the baby a boy or a girl?
Dora: Come again?
Donna: The woman that was here. Was the baby a boy or a girl?
Dora: Well, how do I know? I mean, it's not like I changed the kid's diaper or nothing.
Donna: Look, you must have asked.
Dora: Hey, look, they pay for the room, I donít ask no questions. Anyway, what difference does it make? I just got finished telling you that the woman didnít look nothing like the girl in that picture.
Jake: Are you sure?
Dora: Look, it is getting real late to be going on about this. Now, are you gonna be going, or am I gonna be calling the police?
Donna: Just give us one more minute.
Dora: Look, lady, I am falling asleep on my feet. Now, are you gonna get out of here, or am I calling the cops?
Donna: Fine, fine, all right.
Jake: Let's--let's go, all right. Let's go.
Donna: One more--one more thing. One more.
Dora: All right, make it quick.
Donna: If you see the woman that was here, her name is Victoria. Tell her that I love her--I'm her mother. And tell her that I donít want her and little Steven to be alone.
Donna: And--and if she is determined to run, I will help her do that.
Dora: All right, all right. I'll leave a message.
Donna: Thank you. Oh, no--
Arianne: Michael, relax.
Michael: Hey, I've got nothing to be relaxed about right now, all right, Arianne?
Arianne: Look, Lassiter is a safe enough place.
Michael: I know what Lassiter is.
Arianne: Oh, then it must be Jake you're worried about.
Michael: Jake? Are you serious? Like--like Jake and Donna? Like--like I'm supposed to be jealous? Ha!
Arianne: Jealous? Did I say jealous?
Michael: All right, whatever it was you said.
Arianne: Oh, my mistake.
Michael: Well, it was your mistake. I--I just hate this whole situation, that's all.
Arianne: You know, Donnaís a very lucky woman to have someone care about her as much as you do.
Michael: Yeah, you know, I haven't heard back from Lucas yet.
Arianne: Of course you havenít.
Michael: What do you mean, of course I haven't?
Arianne: Lucas is much too clever a person to let anyone in his operation untested.
Michael: Well, if he's going to test me, when is he gonna do it?
Arianne: Who knows?
Michael: You know, maybe the pressure's getting to him.
Arianne: Oh, I doubt that.
Michael: I donít know. After all, we did intercept that shipment that was rather important to him, and I'm sure he's got some clients breathing down his neck.
Arianne: Well, we've seen no sign of him getting panicky.
Michael: Well, then, maybe it's time to push him a little. You wouldnít by chance know where he is tonight, would you?
Arianne: Yes, he's on his way to Tops.
Michael: Perfect, I'm on my way.
Arianne: Michael, play this carefully.
Michael: Ah, ah, ah-- I will talk to you later.
Arianne: Michael, you're in a very emotional state right now--
Michael: Donít worry.
Arianne: I worry--you know me.
Michael: I'm glad you're on my side.
Lucas: All right, look--listen to me. Would you let me talk? The problem is being handled. The customers donít have to know how. I'll take care of it, you understand? Right.
Frankie: I donít see anything.
Trevor: Of course you donít.
Frankie: What do you mean, of course I donít? Am I not looking at it right? Am I looking at it from the wrong angle?
Trevor: You donít actually see anything.
Trevor: You use the crystal to focus your psychic power.
Trevor: Now you've totally broken my concentration.
Frankie: Oh, I'm sorry. But--you did see something though, right? A, um--
Trevor: Yeah, for a moment or two.
Frankie: Turbulent emotions, you said?
Trevor: You've got a problem.
Frankie: You donít have to be psychic to know that, Trevor. He's tall, curly-haired, and obnoxious.
Trevor: No, no--the problem is a woman. Now, I have to go. I'm sorry I couldn't have been more help.
Frankie: Oh, no, Trevor, you've been swell. Terrific, real up.
Trevor: At least--at least you know what you're up against.
Frankie: At least.
Frankie: [Clicks tongue]
Felicia: Is that, uh--
Frankie: Oh, yeah. Good old Trevor.
Felicia: Well, he's certainly attractive in a drop-dead, stunning, movie-star, [Indistinct] kind of way.
Frankie: Trevor's ok.
Felicia: I think this was a great plan. I'm sure it made Cass very crazy.
Frankie: No, something else is making him very crazy.
Felicia: You're kidding.
Frankie: No, it seems Cecile is still very much queen of the day.
Felicia: All right, now, I've been thinking about Cecile.
Felicia: Her setting her little tiara for Cass--it just doesn't ring true.
Frankie: How does it ring?
Felicia: Well, I'm not sure. But Cass isnít rich in at least the way Cecile defines rich.
Frankie: If she's not after him for his money maybe it is the real thing this time.
Felicia: Cecile? Please--well, she may like him--she may even love him in her own reptilian kind of way, but no. The bottom line for Cecile is cash.
Frankie: She has her own money.
Felicia: Mmm, that's what she's saying.
Frankie: But if she doesn't have any money, why is she here giving it away?
Felicia: Oh, you're talking about the story about funding the foundation for Macís memory?
Felicia: I donít believe a word of it. It is not Cecileís style to give money away, believe me.
Frankie: That is very interesting.
Felicia: Isnít it?
Frankie: Yes, as a matter of fact, it is downright fascinating. I all of a sudden have this overwhelming desire to resume my career as private investigator. I'm sure you'll understand.
Felicia: Oh, yes.
Frankie: I'm off. Thank you very much.
Felicia: You're more than welcome.
Frankie: I'll see you soon.
Felicia: Good luck.
Cecile: You've no idea how many times I've imagined this.
Cecile: Yeah, something. Why'd you pull away from me?
Cass: I didnít pull away from you.
Cecile: Yes, you did. What are you doing--what are you thinking about? You thinking about Frankie?
Vicky: Oh, bless his little heart.
Evan: Yeah, he was quiet through the whole thing.
Vicky: My sweetheart, he's the best boy in the world. Are you tired?
Evan: Would you come here and give me a hand please?
Vicky: Yeah, hold on.
Evan: Would you hurry up? It's freezing out here.
Vicky: Oh, my. Oh, sorry. Are you ok? Ok, put this down.
Evan: Are you ok?
Vicky: Yeah. Except for a bad charley horse in my left leg, I'm fine.
Evan: Well, you better count your blessings for Dora.
Vicky: I canít believe she showed up. I canít believe my mother was here with Jake. Why--why is he getting involved in this?
Evan: Why didnít she turn us in?
Vicky: Why didnít you turn us in?
Evan: Listen, I'm a bit thirsty. Do we have any more soda?
Vicky: Evan, why didnít you?
Evan: Damned if I know.
[Knock on door]
Vicky: Oh! They're here again, Evan!
Dora: Oh, hey, hey--relax, relax. It's only me.
Dora: Oh, I swear--I donít believe you two.
Vicky: Um, are those guys gone?
Dora: Yeah, yeah. They left.
Vicky: Thank you so much. I--thanks so much for covering up for us.
Dora: Yeah, look, I donít like to get involved in other people's business.
Vicky: I--I really appreciate it. You're great, thanks. We appreciate it, donít we, Evan?
Dora: Thanks, look--oh, I really appreciate getting a good night's sleep.
Dora: Boy--I mean, they--who do they think they are? They're banging on my door in the middle of the night like this? I donít--
Vicky: I guess they thought it was important.
Dora: Yeah. Could you tell me one thing?
Dora: Is that woman--is she really your mother?
Dora: Ooh, I knew it.
Vicky: We donít look anything alike, right?
Dora: Nah, you donít dress alike either. Her with that--that leopard thing--
Dora: And all that jewelry. I couldn't believe what--
Vicky: Yeah, she's a real fashion plate.
Dora: Yeah. Looks like she's got some bucks.
Dora: Oh, come on. You donít have to hide nothing from me. It's obvious that you come from money.
Vicky: I actually didnít come from money, but I ended up with some--so what?
Dora: So you've probably got some wonderful home somewhere waiting for you. I mean, not to mention a family. I mean, people who would drive all the way to this God-forsaken place just to look for you? You gotta be crazy to run away from that. Night.
Evan: She's right, you know.
Vicky: No, she isnít.
Lucas: Hi, Fanny.
Felicia: Hi. I thought we had a deal.
Lucas: I know. I promised to stay away from you--I haven't forgot.
Felicia: Then what are you doing here?
Lucas: Tops is my favorite restaurant. I didnít say I wouldnít come here.
Felicia: Hmm, no, I guess you didnít.
Lucas: You want me to leave?
Lucas: How you feeling, Fanny?
Felicia: I'm good, thank you.
Lucas: I heard Mitch was out of town again.
Felicia: He was out of town for a day--he's back.
Felicia: He was on a photo shoot. He's over at the lab right now doing some work.
Lucas: Really? Oh, goodness. It's after midnight. He's become quite a workaholic, hasn't he?
Felicia: Donít start with me, now--please.
Lucas: I didnít mean anything.
Felicia: I know exactly what you mean.
Michael: Hey, hey, nice to see some familiar faces, huh?
Felicia: Michael, hi, how are you?
Michael: Hi, Felicia, how are you?
Felicia: Good, thank you.
Michael: You got a beer back there for me, huh?
Felicia: Yeah. I--I guess my bartender went in the back for a minute. Let me get it for you.
Felicia: I want you to know how sorry I am about you and Donna.
Felicia: Well, thank you, but I'd really rather not talk about it, ok?
Felicia: Ok, well, here's your beer--I'll give you a glass. Yes, ok? I've gotta run in the back and see if everything's closed down for the night, all right?
Michael: You're not closing up this early, are you?
Felicia: Ah, in a little while, but you take your time.
Michael: Thanks. So, Lucas.
Michael: Thought about my offer?
Lucas: I donít need a business partner.
Michael: Well, I know that you got some very unhappy customers waiting for a delivery that's not gonna come.
Michael: Yep, shipment of stolen art.
Lucas: Stolen art--now, where did you get that story?
Michael: Oh, well, I know you didnít become a millionaire by being a boy scout.
Lucas: No, you're wrong. I became rich selling merit badges.
Michael: Ah, of course you did. Yeah, well, of course, unlike you, I was never one to miss a good opportunity.
Lucas: I'm sorry. There are no opportunities for you here.
Michael: Is that right? Well, what if I could get you that missing shipment back, huh? Would you be interested then?
Rachel: She just appeared. I donít know where she came from. There wasn't any reason for her to be there.
Mitch: She obviously saw you and followed you.
Rachel: No, that's not what happened. There's something about this lady--I felt it the first time I met her at the bookstore.
Mitch: I wish I would have seen her.
Rachel: I wish you had, too. Just when I thought it was over.
Mitch: What was over?
Rachel: Mac... and the dreams... and the magic.
Mitch: What dreams?
Rachel: I guess I'm not making much sense, am I? She's just an ordinary little lady.
Mitch: It's ok, whatever you say.
Rachel: But she was comforting somehow. Maybe it's because she told me the myth--I told you.
Mitch: Of the dying swan who chooses a mate for the one that lives on?
Mitch: That's a beautiful story.
Rachel: I've been thinking about it. What must the remaining one feel?
Mitch: What do you mean?
Rachel: Well, wouldnít she be angry?
Rachel: Well, suppose Mac had said that to me--that if anything happened to him, I was to go with--
Mitch: With who?
Rachel: Whoever. I would have been furious with him. How dare he think he can pick somebody for me?! I mean, it--it's not as though our love can be replaced, and besides, I donít want anybody--I just want him.
Mitch: It's ok, it's ok. It's just a myth, you know?
Rachel: I know, but--but I do have to move on eventually.
Mitch: You can love more than one person, you know? We know that, donít we?
Rachel: Yeah... maybe... maybe someday.
Mitch: What is it?
Rachel: You ought to go home.
Mitch: Well, I will as soon as I know that you're ok.
Rachel: I'm fine, I'm fine.
Mitch: What did you say about being followed?
Rachel: It was nothing.
Mitch: It's not nothing if you're being followed.
Rachel: It was probably just the little lady.
Mitch: You said that she just suddenly appeared?
Rachel: Yeah, but it had to be her.
Mitch: If at any time you feel that you're being followed--if that happens again, I want you to let me know.
Rachel: Ok. Why you making such a big deal of it?
Mitch: No reason--I just want to see that you're being careful.
Rachel: I'll be careful. Is that--is that all, really?
Mitch: Well, with all the publicity about Vicky and Steven, you know, there are crazy people out there.
Rachel: Yeah. But Vicky and Steven will be found soon.
Mitch: I hope so.
Rachel: I have a feeling--I'm having a lot of feelings tonight. Good night. Thanks.
Rachel: Thanks for being there. See you.
Lucas: I donít know what you're talking about.
Michael: Why you gonna make this more difficult than it has to be, huh?
Lucas: Just having a nightcap.
Michael: Yeah, look, I know that you've had your suspicions about me since we met.
Mitch: In France.
Lucas: Your memory's suddenly gotten a lot better.
Michael: Well, I know that you always suspected that I was with the club.
Lucas: I didnít suspect anything.
Michael: Well, I was with them.
Lucas: And you're gonna quit?
Michael: No, they--they cost me my marriage.
Michael: They cost me my wife. And I think it's time that I got a little something back.
Lucas: And so you're gonna leave?
Michael: Well, not exactly.
Lucas: Oh, you're gonna play both sides.
Michael: For cash--lots and lots of cash. I can really be useful to you, you know?
Lucas: I donít know what you're talking about. I'm an ad man, remember?
Michael: Yeah, right, sure.
Lucas: What do you need money for? You got lots of bucks, pal.
Michael: I got money on paper.
Michael: See, I extended-- over-extended myself a little bit and had a few setbacks, and what I need, really, is I need-- I need some fast, untraceable cash. And I can--I can--
Lucas: That's interesting.
Michael: I can help you, you see. And as a matter of fact, I can help you maybe, uh, get that missing shipment back.
Felicia: Oh, you guys are still here, good. You getting to know each other? Lucas could use some friends.
Michael: That's exactly what I've been trying to tell him.
Cecile: Overseas operator, please. Geneva, Switzerland. Le Banque Geneva. Person to person to a monsieur Chanel. Cecile Depoulignac. Hello, Henri. Yes, I'm fine, thank you. Henri, I need some information. How do I transfer a local check that I--that I put into cash--I want cash, and I want it to go back into my account with you. How do I do that? The president of the bank? Well, fine, put him on. Well, then, call him at home, Henri. No, this is very important. This is something I need to--
[Faint clicking sound]
Cecile: Well, well, well, look who we have here sneaking around in the middle of the night.
Frankie: I forgot my appointment book.
Cecile: Of course you did.
Frankie: And I came here because I need it for an appointment first thing in the morning.
Cecile: Of course you do.
Frankie: What are you doing here?
Cecile: Well, I'm not looking for my appointment book. I came downstairs to get something to eat. I didnít want to wake Cass.
Frankie: Of course you didnít.
Cecile: I mean, you know how men are--they fall right to sleep afterwards. But I wonít go into all the glorious details. Suffice it to say I am famished.
Frankie: Suffice it.
Cecile: Oh, we have to keep our voices down. Donít want to wake up Cass.
Frankie: It's not going to work, Cecile.
Cecile: What--what isnít?
Frankie: You're trying to make me crazy, and I wonít take the bait.
Cecile: Well, what are you saying? Are you saying you donít believe me? Well then, why donít you just trot right upstairs and ask him yourself, hmm?
Jake: How come you're not eating?
Donna: I'm trying to pick off these little pieces of bologna.
Donna: Well, whatever they are, they're very high in fat. They're not good for you.
Jake: Well, possibly I should have ordered the endive salad.
Donna: Was that on the menu?
Jake: Was that on the menu? No, Donna, it wasn't on the menu.
Donna: Oh, it's cold! And it's greasy!
Jake: Well, that's the way I ordered. I said, "I'll have one large ice-cold, greasy, salty, pepperoni pizza; hold the nutrients, please." Can you toss me another piece?
Donna: No, get it yourself. I canít stand this--it stinks. I canít stand any of this!
Jake: What's the matter?
Donna: What do you think?
Jake: We've been in Lassiter 57 minutes.
Donna: What if we donít find her?
Jake: We just started looking.
Donna: Well, she could be anywhere, Jake.
Jake: Yeah, she could be anywhere--she could even be at the boarding house we just left.
Donna: What do you mean? The woman said that she wasn't there.
Jake: I know what the woman said.
Donna: You donít believe her?
Jake: Why should I?
Donna: Because she said something about a man.
Donna: Well, what man could Victoria possibly be with?
Jake: Well, I can think of one.
Donna: Jake, please donít be cute with me right now.
Jake: Get your mind out of the gutter. I'm talking about Evan.
Donna: Evan? No!
Jake: Why not?
Donna: Because Evan works for Rachel Cory. He would be committing professional suicide if he helped Victoria.
Jake: I--you know what? I have always got the feeling that Evan operates on some master plan anyway.
Donna: What--what master plan?
Jake: I haven't figured that out yet. You want another piece of pizza?
Donna: Well, I'm going to starve to death if I donít eat something here.
Jake: I'm getting used to it, I think.
Donna: It wouldnít be so horrible if it didnít have these little salami things on it. What are these green things?
Jake: The green things are peppers--nice, healthy peppers. The black things are olives, the other stuff is cheese.
Donna: Well, the next time, let's just order one with olives and maybe some fresh mushrooms, although they probably donít have fresh mushrooms in Lassiter. I canít believe I'm talking about this.
Jake: About what?
Donna: My daughter and her son are out there missing, and I'm sitting here talking about pizza toppings.
Jake: Donna, we have to eat, ok?
Donna: We have to find her.
Jake: We will.
Donna: This is all my fault, you know.
Jake: How do you figure that?
Donna: Because when I found out that you might be Stevenís father, I told Victoria to lie to everybody, and if I hadn't done that, maybe things would have worked out.
Jake: And if you hadn't given birth to her, she wouldnít be around and that would have solved everybody's problem, wouldnít it?
Donna: What's that supposed to mean?
Jake: Donna, you canít blame yourself for how other people handle their lives.
Donna: Jake, I'm her mother!
Jake: That doesn't mean you have to make everything right for her. There was a lot of players in this hot little drama. There was me, there was Jamie, Vicky, Rachel--I mean, everybody got a little crazy.
Donna: But we're all adults, Jake. We should have known better.
Jake: That's easy to say now, Donna.
Donna: I just think it's sad that Steven is the one that has to suffer the consequences.
Vicky: You called Amanda again, didnít you?
Evan: Yes, I did.
Vicky: And this time she begged you to tell her where we were, right?
Evan: But I didnít.
Vicky: But you didnít--why not?
Evan: 'Cause I just--
Vicky: Because you thought you could convince us to go back to Bay City, and then they would throw a parade for you, right? It would be a national holiday--Evan Bates' birthday--yay! No school!
Evan: Maybe I'm just trying to be a friend.
Vicky: Maybe I donít buy that.
Evan: Why not?
Vicky: Because every time you have a little argument, you go walking out that door, call Amanda, come back in--and I think it's because he knows that it drives her crazy that we're here together, right? So he sticks around so she can be jealous.
Evan: Look, Vicky, she's been great through this whole thing.
Vicky: Oh, yeah, I'll bet she has. Whoops, whoops!
Evan: She's really trying to understand.
Vicky: Well, she better quit trying, because she canít understand what I've done.
Evan: Now, donít be so sure of yourself.
Vicky: What has she ever given up? What has she ever had to sacrifice, huh?
Evan: That's very unfair. You donít know her that well--
Vicky: Oh, and you do? You think she would give up her family for you? You think she would give up anything for you?
Evan: Why donít we drop the subject of Amanda--?
Vicky: She wonít understand, Evan--none of them will.
Evan: Well, maybe it's time you understand a few things.
Vicky: Not another lecture, please--
Evan: No, this isnít a lecture--it's just fact.
Evan: Now, if you're gonna pull this off--
Evan: You're gonna have to be somebody else.
Vicky: Yep, we already figured that out.
Evan: I'm not talking about right now--I'm not talking about tomorrow--I'm not talking about for a few weeks or a few months. I'm talking the rest of your life.
Vicky: You've said all that already.
Evan: Jamieís gonna have detectives on you 24 hours a day, 7 days a weeks--
Vicky: Shut up, Evan, just shut--
Evan: No bank accounts, no charge cards, no nothing. You touch one cent of Vicky Frame's money, they're gonna trace you.
Vicky: You know what? No matter how many times you say that to me, it doesn't scare me.
Evan: I'm not trying to scare you--I'm just trying to reason with you. Now, say you want to start your life all over again and get married. You canít do that without a birth certificate.
Vicky: I donít want to get married again.
Evan: No, and I suppose you never want to talk to your family again either, do you? You want to spend the rest of your life alone, on the run with Steven. Just you and Steven.
Vicky: I'm going to bed.
Evan: Yeah, but I guess if anybody can handle it, you can, 'cause you're such a tough cookie.
Vicky: Yeah, you're damn right I am.
Evan: What about Steven? Does he have a choice in this? Is that the kind of life you want for him?
Vicky: Good night, Evan.
Evan: Have sweet dreams, Vicky.
Cecile: I donít want to fight with you, Frankie.
Frankie: You're right, you donít.
Cecile: You see, it's just that Cass and I go way back.
Frankie: I've heard how way back you go, Cecile.
Cecile: Oh, come on, it was so obvious from the first moment I arrived here that Cass was still attracted to me.
Frankie: The only thing that's been obvious around here is you. You've been hanging all over him.
Cecile: Well, think about this: Why did he want me to stay here? I mean, why didnít he put me up in a hotel?
Frankie: Why should I think about that?
Cecile: Well, then, maybe you want to think about this. Why did he not go to Sharleneís wedding with you if he wanted to be with you so badly?
Frankie: Are you sure you donít want to fight, Cecile?
Cecile: I just donít want to see you hurt, Frankie.
Frankie: I'm a third-degree black belt, you know.
Cecile: That's not what I meant.
Frankie: All right, all right, all right. I'm not here for my appointment book, ok?
Cecile: Well, of course you're--
Frankie: Would you cut it with the "of courses"? I am here because I wanted to tell Cass that I want nothing further to do with him.
Cecile: Oh, really? Well, he's right upstairs.
Frankie: I think I'll save it for another day, thank you.
Cass: I thought I heard voices. Who was here?
Cecile: Oh, nobody. It was a wrong address.
Michael: Michael Hudson.
Lucas: Lucas here. We didnít finish our discussion.
Michael: Oh, yeah.
Lucas: I'll be in touch.
Donna: Gonna be able to sleep with all that food on your stomach?
Jake: Oh, yeah, I hate going to bed on an empty stomach. I fill my stomach up, I'm out like a light.
Donna: Well, I always eat lightly in the evening, because it's supposed to be better for you.
Jake: Well, that does it for me.
Donna: Only 7 slices?
Jake: Gotta save room for dessert.
Donna: Of course, silly me.
Jake: Yeah, I saw a candy machine right out in front of that little office.
Donna: Mmm, candy--what an appetite.
Donna: Has it always been so big?
Donna: Your appetite.
Jake: Yeah, even as a kid it was big.
Donna: Well, guess we'd better get some sleep.
Jake: Yeah, we got a lot of work to do tomorrow.
Donna: Yeah, where's your room?
Jake: Across the hall.
Donna: Right across?
Jake: Two doors that way, I think. It's, uh... it's room 111. You, uh, call me if you need anything, all right?
Donna: Right, thanks.
Jake: You know, Donna, we're gonna find Steven and Vicky. Trust me.
Donna: I do. Strange, isnít it?
Jake: Good night.
Donna: Good night.
Donna: Good night.
Vicky: Oh, my baby boy's awake. Oh, come here. Do you want to play? Do you know something? I'm doing this for you. You know that? Everything I do is for you, little guy. I love you.
Felicia: Who's there?
Mitch: It's me. I canít believe you're still here.
Felicia: Why, is it that late?
Mitch: Come to bed?
Felicia: I just want to get down a few of these ideas, ok?
Mitch: What is this?
Felicia: It's my new novel. It's been driving me crazy, and I think I finally have an end to it.
Mitch: You want to bring this downstairs and work on it?
Felicia: No, I'll be down in a few minutes. Let me just get this down before I lose it, ok?
Mitch: Ok, I'll wait for you.
Felicia: You donít have to.
Mitch: That's all right, I donít want to leave you up here. I'll be out on the balcony.
Rachel: I tried so hard not to depend on you.
Mitch: I want you to.
Rachel: It's just that, when anything happens-- I get lonely or if I need help, you seem to be the person I turn to.
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