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Another World Transcript Tuesday 11/29/05

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Josie: Christopher York is going to be here any minute. Ugh!

Olivia: Great. Glad to hear it. Who's Christopher York?

Josie: A journalist. You know, he does all the important interviews--Madonna, David Letterman, Meryl Streep.

Olivia: He's coming here?

Josie: Yes.

Olivia: To interview you?

Josie: Yes. And I'm just glad Lucas is going to be here with me, because if I had to deal with that man alone, I think I'd die.

Olivia: I'm having a carbohydrate attack.

Josie: You know, I was doing my makeup a little while ago, and I thought to myself, "Here I am, about to..."

Olivia: Did you eat all those organic chips?

Josie: They're in the cupboard. As I was saying, I was thinking about how a year ago I was on the farm--

Olivia: Josie, if you donít calm down, the guy is going to think you're a real flake.

Josie: I'm a little excited. Wouldnít you be excited if Christopher York was coming to interview you?

[Phone rings] Excuse me. Hello? Uh--wait a minute. No, but I canít. But didnít he--thank you.

[Sighs]

Olivia: What's the matter?

Josie: Lucas canít be here.

Olivia: How come?

Josie: I donít know. Something came up.

Olivia: What?

Josie: I'm going to have to deal with Christopher York by myself. Olivia, you've got to help me.

Jake: We had a meeting today, Donna. Where were you?

Donna: I'm sorry. I do have a personal life. And I--

Jake: And, and what?

Donna: I saw Michael today.

Jake: Oh, rough?

Donna: It's over. No more. Finito.

Jake: What's over?

Donna: I'm not going to let Michael hurt me anymore.

Jake: Good for you.

Donna: If he wants that woman, he can just have her.

Jake: Was she with him today?

Donna: Arianne? Oh, yes; oh, yes. Dark hair, dark eyes, fair skin. Very attractive.

Jake: Well, if she's attractive, she sounds like you.

Donna: Actually, she does look a little like me. That's disgusting.

Jake: I'm sorry I brought it up.

Donna: Well, I've been talking to a lot of people, and I'm going to find out everything I can about her.

Jake: What for?

Donna: So I can ruin her life the way she's ruined mine.

Jake: I've got a better idea.

Donna: What?

Jake: Why donít you concentrate on New Yearís Eve?

Donna: New Yearís Eve?

Jake: I've been thinking, maybe we should spend it together.

Michael: What's your answer?

Lucas: I canít give you an answer right now.

Frankie: Michael!

[Gunshot]

[Screaming and commotion]

Frankie: Michael.

Arianne: If he didnít stand still, he's dead.

Frankie: Michael, can you hear me? Oh, God! Michael!

John: Uh...all right. All right, yes.

Sharlene: Any word?

John: Unfortunately, yes.

Sharlene: Oh, no.

John: I spoke with Dr. Christian and I told him that I really needed to bring in the New Year with my new bride... and this new decade.

Sharlene: Was unimpressed, huh?

John: Yeah.

Sharlene: Oh, John, it doesn't seem right. You had to work Christmas Eve, and now you have to work New Yearís Eve, too?

John: I'm the low man on the totem pole.

Sharlene: So we'll paint the town next year, huh?

John: Oh, yeah?

Sharlene: Yeah. It doesn't really matter, you know? I still have to work at the pelican club for the "Sophisticate" party.

John: Oh, well. I wish I could be there, keep an eye on you.

Sharlene: Yeah that would be great. But let's just face facts, ok? You're working at the hospital; I'm working at the Pelican. But--

John: Happy New Year.

Sharlene: So we'll celebrate on New Yearís Day.

John: Have you made any new year's resolutions?

Sharlene: Are you kidding? I haven't had time to turn around.

John: Well, I have.

Sharlene: Oh, real--oh?

John: Sure, yeah I have. I've made a lot of them. Like for instance, beginning January 1, I am going to let you rub my back every day.

Sharlene: [Laughing] Is that right?

John: Right. And beginning January 1, I'm going to let you take out the garbage every day.

Sharlene: Oh, oh. That I'd like--

John: Oh, listen. Oh, no, there's more. Beginning January 1, I'm going to let you shovel the snow.

Sharlene: You're gonna what?

John: I'm going to let you shovel the snow. 'See what kind of a guy I am. Also, beginning January 1, I am going to remind you every day that that's the year that I fell in love with you.

Frankie: Michael! Michael, can you hear me?

Dr. Gray: Stand back. Can you please stand--I'm a doctor. Please let me through. Excuse me, everyone stand back. Please give us some room here and stand back.

Frankie: Is he alive? Is he alive!?

Dr. Gray: Alive, but just barely. All right, everyone stand back. We need to clear a path for the stretcher here. Please move back.

Lucas: What about this--this bleeding?

Dr. Gray: Please move back.

Frankie: I'm a friend of his.

Dr. Gray: We need some room. If you're a friend, move back. That's the way you can help him. Please, people. Move back. Give us some room.

Lucas: He's a doctor. Are you ok? Did you see who shot him?

Frankie: Di--uh--no, no. It all happened so fast. I canít believe this is happening. How could someone do something like this?

Dr. Gray: ...Let the stretcher through. We may have a dying man here. Please, give us some room. Right down here.

Frankie: Somebody's got to call Donna--and Vicky and John! John has to know. Excuse me.

Dr. Gray: Ready, lift. Start an I.V. Drip as soon as you get him in the ambulance. Radio ahead with E.K.G. readout. Tell them to have an O.R. team standing by. Let's go, come on.

Griffen: You were sitting awful close.

Lucas: Yeah. Too close.

Griffen: What exactly happened?

Lucas: I donít know, but I'm gonna find out.

Donna: Well, I think that's ridiculous. I mean, I think New Year's Eve is a very personal time for me, and--and--and I just think it's really inappropriate for us to go out on a date on New Yearís Eve.

Jake: A, chi. All right?

Donna: Well, you said you wanted to--

Jake: I just meant business. What do you think--I'm crazy or something?

Donna: Oh, well, good. I thought that that's what you meant. I just wasn't sure.

Jake: I mean, we can...we can sit down and have a business meeting and discuss next year's budget. It beats hanging around thinking about Michael, right?

Donna: That'll be fine.

Jake: You've been doing a lot of that lately.

Donna: I know. He wonít even talk to me.

Jake: About what?

Donna: Well, us, for one thing. I tried again today. I even threatened him with a divorce.

Jake: What happened?

Donna: He was very rude. He didnít have time to talk to me. His creature was in the office with him when I walked in the door. I really could have done without that.

Jake: And you will.

Donna: Well, as far as I'm concerned, I would just as soon never see the two of them again.

Jake: You mean that?

Donna: Of course I mean it. Do you think I enjoy being humiliated?

Jake: I mean Michael. You never want to see him again.

[Phone rings]

Donna: Hello?

Frankie: Donna, it's Frankie Frame.

Donna: Hello, Frankie.

Frankie: Donna, I'm in the Pelican Club. You know, that place over on Central Avenue?

Donna: Yes, I've been there before. What do you want?

Frankie: I was in here having a drink, you see, and Michael was here--

Donna: Frankie, I donít want to know who Michael was there with. Michael and I are separated.

Frankie: I know that, Donna. But--Donna, Michaelís been shot.

Donna: What?

Frankie: He was sitting there having a drink and some guy came in and shot him. He is being taken to Bay City General right now.

Donna: Is he all right?

Frankie: I donít know how bad it is, Donna. He was unconscious when they took him out. I'm so sorry.

Jake: Where are you going?

Donna: Come on, we're going to the hospital.

Frankie: Donna, did you hear me? He's in an amb--Donna!

Griffen: Frankie. This is very upsetting.

Frankie: Ugh--you might say that, yeah. I mean, the guy is just sitting there and someone walks in and shoots him. Oh, God!

Griffen: Frankie, did you get a good look at him?

Frankie: No, I stood there staring at that gun like some stupid civilian, like I'd never seen one before.

Griffen: Take it easy.

Frankie: I should be able to I.D. that guy right now, and I canít.

Griffen: Yes, well, you did the best you could.

Frankie: And I canít get through to John. I--there's no answer. He's his brother, he's a doctor. He would want to be there at the hospital.

Griffen: You'll try later. You'll try again.

Frankie: Why would somebody shoot Michael?

Griffen: I have no idea. But listen, after you talk to the police, let me take you home.

Frankie: What?

Griffen: You shouldnít be driving--not when you're this upset, all right?

Frankie: Yeah...right. Thank you. Ok, excuse me.

Griffen: Go, go.

Josie: So I canít leave, not even for a single minute.

Olivia: You're talking too fast.

Josie: I am?

Olivia: Yes, if you talk too fast, guys think you're a ditz.

Josie: Come on, Olivia, I need some support here. Stop picking at me.

Olivia: I'm not. I'm trying to help. I want your interview to go well, too, you know.

Josie: I really need a favor.

Olivia: Ok, what?

Josie: Someone delivered the wardrobe for my next fitting to the farm by mistake.

Olivia: Mm-hmm.

Josie: And I donít have time to go get it now.

Olivia: So, have your mother drop it off.

Josie: I donít want her to see it.

Olivia: You donít want her to see it?

Josie: It's a lingerie layout.

Olivia: What?

Josie: Every model does them. Lucas has it set up so that it will be sexy but nothing too revealing.

Olivia: Ok, so then what's the big deal?

Josie: My mother wonít see it that way. Not when she sees what I'm wearing.

Olivia: Does Lucas pick out all your clothes? Lingerie, too?

Josie: Olivia, it's just for one picture. I've tried it on. It's really no big deal.

Olivia: But your mother's going to freak out if she sees it?

Josie: Well, you know how mothers are.

Olivia: Actually, no, I donít. I never knew mine. But, hey, I have to go by Aunt Liz's. I can swing by the farm.

Josie: Oh, Olivia, that would be great. That's terrific. I'll make it up to you.

Olivia: Ok, how about no more jumping to conclusions about Sam and me?

Josie: Olivia, the thing is, is Matthew is very protective of Amanda. I tried to talk to him, but he just wouldnít listen.

[Doorbell rings]

Olivia: Hi, are you Christopher?

Christopher: The one and only. Are you the "fresh faces" girl?

Olivia: No, no, I'm not the lucky one. Meet my sister, Josie.

Christopher: Hi.

Josie: Hello.

Christopher: Josie.

Olivia: Well, me and the chips are out of here.

Josie: Good-bye, and thank you again.

Olivia: Have fun.

Josie: Let me take your coat. Could I offer you something to drink?

Christopher: No, thank you. Let's get down to it. Could you spell your name and tell me how old you are?

Arianne: He moved just as Lacy squeezed off the shot. Some woman yelled to him, and he turned. I have no idea where the bullet hit. Look, he's alive, and that's all I can tell you. At least he was when the ambulance left the nightclub.

[Muffled announcement on intercom] Talk to you later.

Dr. Gray: Take him in there. Order type and cross match. Hold 4 units.

Nurse: Do you still need the O.R.?

Dr. Gray: I'll have to let you know. And keep this door shut. Get ready to move him. Ready? Now.

Vicky: Where's my father? Where's Michael Hudson? He was shot. Where is he?

Nurse: He's being treated right now.

Vicky: Is he in that room?!

Nurse: No, you canít go in there.

Vicky: He's my father.

Arianne: Michael? Can you hear me?

Michael: Went like clockwork.

Arianne: [Laughing] It worked.

Michael: Oh, boy.

Arianne: It worked.

Michael: That hurts. Well, now, let's see if Lucas takes the bait, ok?

Josie: I just wanted to.

Christopher: Since when? Birth? Last month? You've wanted to be a model since...?

Josie: I donít know. A while. It's not something that I thought a lot about.

Christopher: What do you think a lot about? Sex?

Josie: What?

Christopher: Think much about sex?

Josie: I donít know how to answer that question.

Christopher: Money?

Josie: Why would I think about money?

Christopher: Skip it. Let's talk about before you became the "fresh faces" girl. You never knew your father until just this year, right?

Josie: How did you know that?

Christopher: I did my homework before I came over. You came from, shall we say, humble surroundings.

Josie: Yes.

Christopher: Born and raised in Bakerfield, California. Lived in a trailer park, came to Bay City a couple of years ago to live on your Uncle's farm?

Josie: Yes, yes. And that was such a change. All that fresh air.

Christopher: Except fresh air turned you off, so you ran away to New York last summer.

Josie: No, that wasn't how it was. Why are we talking about this?

Christopher: Listen, Josie. From now on, your life is an open book. The public wants it all-- scandals, little juicy tidbits from your love life, the whole bit.

Josie: This was supposed to be an interview about the "fresh faces" girl.

Christopher: Listen. What--do you want me to make up the rest with my imagination?

Josie: But I thought this was going to be an interview about me being a professional model.

Christopher: Look at it this way. I'm going to print something. Might as well make it the truth. How come your parents got divorced?

Josie: I am not going to do an interview about my private--

Christopher: When did you become Lucas' private girl?

Josie: I am not his private girl.

Christopher: Ok, his private pick to be the "Sophisticate" girl.

Josie: I really donít like what you're insinuating.

Christopher: Josie, you're a beautiful girl. I need to be personal.

Josie: You really think I'm beautiful?

Christopher: Of course.

Josie: Well, Christopher, that is the nicest thing you've said to me since you got here.

Christopher: Sorry. Sometimes I get a bit abrupt, trying to find some kind of shape for the interview.

Josie: Well, I'd like it better if we just talked. You know, got to know each other?

Christopher: You'd like that, huh?

Josie: Yes. All that question and answer stuff isnít very interesting. I am just an ordinary, everyday girl who just got lucky.

Christopher: You think you're ordinary?

Josie: Donít you?

Christopher: Not one bit.

Josie: Well, thank you.

Christopher: Let's talk about Lucas.

Josie: Let's talk about my promotional tour. That's something I'm very excited about.

Christopher: All right. Let's talk.

Griffen: It doesn't look like anyone's home.

Frankie: Oh, that's ok. I've got my own key. I just didnít want to go back to my apartment alone, you know?

Griffen: Seeing someone shot can tend to make you seek out companionship.

Frankie: Yeah. Thanks a lot for driving me.

Griffen: It's my pleasure. I'm glad you're spending the evening with your family.

Frankie: Yeah, me, too.

Griffen: Um...do you want me to stick around a while?

Frankie: No, no. I'm ok. Thank you very much, though. You're really very sweet.

Griffen: It's my pleasure. And I hope to see you again... very soon.

Frankie: I hope so, too. You call, ok?

Griffen: Yes, I will.

Frankie: Ok, bye-bye.

Griffen: Good night.

[Frankie gasps]

Sharlene: Frankie?

Frankie: Sharlene.

Sharlene: I didnít know you were coming over tonight.

John: Hi.

Frankie: Hi, John.

Sharlene: What's the matter?

Frankie: I--I--I didnít know anybody would be home. I tried to call and--

John: Oh, I guess that's my fault--

Sharlene: Frankie, is something wrong?

Frankie: I'm afraid so. I've got some bad news. Michaelís been taken to the hospital.

John: Mike?

Frankie: Yeah. He was shot at the Pelican Club.

Sharlene: John.

John: Where is he now, Frankie?

Frankie: He should be at the hospital by now.

Dr. Gray: Did you hear from Lacy?

Arianne: No, I'm going to call him in a few minutes.

Michael: Well, you tell Lacy thanks for me, all right. I could be dead meat right now. That was a great shot.

Dr. Gray: He's probably worried sick.

Arianne: You weren't supposed to move.

Michael: Hey, I didnít mean to move, all right? I stood up and Frankie yelled like that, and I turned automatically.

Dr. Gray: Well, if you'd turned another 3 inches, you would be a dead man right now.

Michael: I know, and I'm not.

Dr. Gray: That's true. But you do have a bruised rib. So, no jogging for a few weeks, ok?

Arianne: The main thing is, you're all right. And now hopefully Lucas will believe you when you say you've left the club.

Michael: He'd better. I mean, who else is going to try to shoot me but you guys, huh?

Arianne: You know, you scared me.

Michael: Well, I guess that means I must have missed my calling. Should have been on the stage.

Arianne: That was the easy part. The hard part is yet to come.

Dr. Gray: I'm afraid it's already here. Michaelís daughter is waiting outside, and so is Lucas.

Vicky: Is he all right? Is he saying anything in there? Is he alive?

Nurse: Could you please wait over there?

Lucas: This young lady is Mr. Hudson's daughter. She is entitled to any information you have.

Nurse: I'll get Dr. Gray.

Vicky: Thank you.

Lucas: Vicky, I was at the Pelican.

Vicky: You were? What happened? Who shot him?

Lucas: I donít know who shot him. A doctor came and took charge.

Vicky: Well, who would want to shoot my father?

Donna: Victoria.

Vicky: Oh, Mom.

Jake: How's Michael?

Vicky: I donít hear anything around here. Nobody tells me anything.

Donna: What do the doctors say?

Vicky: They donít say anything! They're not around. Come here.

Dr. Gray: Hello. I'm Dr. Gray, and you are Mr. Hudson's daughter?

Vicky: Yeah, this is his wife.

Dr. Gray: How do you do? Well, Mr. Hudson is going to be fine.

Donna: Oh, thank God.

Dr. Gray: Yes, he was shot in the shoulder so his arm will have to remain immobile for a time, but other than that--

Donna: Good.

Dr. Gray: ...He'll be fine.

Donna: He's going to be all right, yes?

Dr. Gray: Yes, just fine. In fact, he should stay in the hospital at least overnight, but he insists on leaving.

Vicky: Did he say who shot him? Did he--

Jake: Were they drunk or what?

Dr. Gray: Sorry, I canít help you with that.

Donna: Could I see him?

Dr. Gray: Yes, of course. Just in a few minutes.

Donna: Thank you.

Dr. Gray: And please, donít worry. I'm sure his recovery is going to be just fine. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to file my report.

Vicky: I donít believe this.

Jake: I--what--who would shoot Michael? For no reason?

Vicky: I donít know. Nobody's saying.

Vicky: Frankie didnít say a word to me.

Jake: She called Donna as well.

Vicky: Well, Lucas was there.

Lucas: Yeah, but I canít give you any information. I'm sorry. And I'm sure the police want to see me at the Pelican Club. If you'll excuse me.

Jake: Vicky, who was with Michael--

Vicky: I donít know, Jake. I wasn't there.

Jake: It's all right, honey. Calm down. You heard the doctor. He said he's going to be fine.

Vicky: [Breathing heavily] Ok. I'm so glad you're here.

Donna: Well, of course I'm here. I care about him. Naturally I would be here.

Vicky: You do more than care, donít you?

Donna: I just need to see him. I just need to see him talking and walking.

Vicky: Ok, well, we should probably go in one at a time. Why donít you be the first, ok?

Vicky: Ok. I think he'd probably like that.

Jake: I'm going to go check on Donna, all right?

Vicky: Why were you in my father's room?

Arianne: I wanted to--

Vicky: I want you out of here. I donít want my mother to have to look at you.

Arianne: This isnít a very good time for us to talk. Victoria--

Vicky: You split my parents up.

Arianne: There are some things that are out of people's control. Someday I hope you'll understand.

Vicky: You know what I hope? I hope you drop dead before you can speak another word. Get out of here.

Arianne: Good night.

Jake: Hey, I'm glad I found you.

Donna: I just had something in my eye.

Jake: I wish I was one of those guys who always had a handkerchief in his pocket, you know?

Donna: Michael always had a handkerchief. I'm glad he's all right.

Jake: Sure, we all are.

Donna: I was so afraid when Frankie called and said that he'd been shot. I was just afraid that--

Jake: I know. I know.

Donna: Something did die, though. Frankie had to call me. The person Michael wanted to see was her.

Jake: Donna--

Donna: He was hurt. He was maybe dying, and he wanted to see her. He's never coming back.

Jake: Until you see Michael, you'd better put talk like that on hold. If you donít know for sure why she was there--

Donna: Donít tell me what I'd better do. I am sick of doing what I'm supposed to do, hoping that he'll change his mind. Waiting for the phone to ring, waiting to hear the lock in the door. I'm sick of crying myself to sleep every night and crying myself awake every morning.

Jake: I know it's rough.

Donna: No more hoping, no more lies. He doesn't love me anymore, and it's time that I admitted that and started to live with it.

Jake: Michaelís a fool.

Donna: Yes, he is. He's made his bed, and he can just lie in it to his heart's content.

Dr. Gray: Mrs. Hudson, you can see your husband now.

Donna: Is he going to be all right?

Dr. Gray: Yes, you can go now if you like.

Donna: No. Thank you, no.

John: Well, Mike was hit in the shoulder, but fortunately there's no bone damage and no ligament damage.

Sharlene: Well, is he going to be all right?

John: Yeah, he's gonna be fine.

Sharlene: Oh, boy--he's going to be ok. Oh, John, that is terrific. Now, should I call your mother?

John: No, let me do that. I'll be able to answer all of her questions.

Sharlene: Who's his doctor?

John: A fellow by the name of Arnold Gray. I'd never met him before. He seems to be very good. He's a real take-charge kind of guy. He had Michael bandaged up by the time I got there.

Sharlene: That's great.

John: Listen--

Sharlene: Yeah.

John: Sharlene, I donít want you to go back to the Pelican Club.

Sharlene: John, I have to.

John: Do you think it's safe?

Sharlene: It's fine. It's not that kind of place. Now, Iris is having a new year's party there, for heaven's sake.

John: Well, I donít like it.

Sharlene: I'll be fine. Trust me. Now, just give Michael my best, ok?

John: Of course I will. Listen, I'm going to stay here with Mike. There's no point in me driving all the way home and then turning around and coming back here. So you take care of yourself, Mrs. Hudson.

Sharlene: I will, doctor. You, too. I love you.

John: I love you, too.

Sharlene: Bye.

[Sighs]

Frankie: It is so great about Michael, because I am telling you, he looked awful when they wheeled him out of there.

Sharlene: Well, I still donít understand. Wasn't there any warning?

Frankie: No. That is what is so weird.

Sharlene: So how did it happen?

Frankie: Michaelís sitting there minding his own business, having a very quiet conversation. This guy walks in, whips out a gun, and--blam!

Sharlene: And who was he talking with?

Frankie: Lucas.

Sharlene: I see.

Frankie: Uh--did John want you to quit working at the Pelican Club?

Sharlene: Oh, Frankie, he's nervous. He's nervous, but the Pelican is not a dangerous place. Besides, I have to work a party there for "Sophisticate" on New Yearís Eve. My boss really wants me to be there because I know a lot of the people.

Frankie: Donít you think they could move the party?

Sharlene: On New Yearís Eve?

Frankie: Yeah, I guess that wouldnít be too easy.

Sharlene: It's nice to know you're thinking about me anyway.

Frankie: Look, if there is any trouble, you will call me, right?

Sharlene: Yes, right after I call John. Good. I meant to ask you. What were you doing at the Pelican? Were you there with Cass?

Frankie: Cass, yeah.

Sharlene: Yes, Cass.

[Knocking on door] As in Winthrop.

Frankie: You know, Sharlene, I'm real tired. Is my old bathrobe still upstairs?

Sharlene: Did Cass drive you out there?

[Frankie groans] Frankie?

Olivia: Hi, Mrs. Hudson.

Sharlene: Olivia, come on in.

Frankie: Hi, Olivia.

Olivia: Hi, nice to see you. Huh. Well, I just came on by to pick up a package that was delivered here for Josie.

Sharlene: Yes, yes. I've got it right over here. I told the guy he should probably take it to the apartment, but he said he had to deliver it to the address they wrote down.

Olivia: Oh, they do that all the time.

Sharlene: I know.

Olivia: You didnít open it?

Sharlene: No.

Olivia: I'm dying to see it. Josie says it's fabulous stuff. Well, what do you think? Oh, I guess I'd better not.

Sharlene: Go ahead. I'm curious, too.

Olivia: Ok, ok. She says it's for the photo shoot tomorrow. She says it's just great. Whooo! Look at that! Wow!

Olivia: This is absolutely stunning. And it's so, um...it's--

Sharlene: Small.

Olivia: Small. That's the word, small. But you know what? Josie is going to make it look great.

Sharlene: I cannot believe she's going to wear this.

Olivia: She said Lucas picked it out.

Sharlene: Oh, Lucas picked it.

Olivia: Yeah, something about this new image he's trying to create for her.

Sharlene: Well, I think I know what that image is.

Olivia: You donít like it?

Sharlene: Oh, Olivia! I donít think too many mothers would be thrilled at the prospect of having their daughters photographed in this.

Olivia: Yes, I can see what you mean.

Sharlene: Damn that man. Damn it!

Olivia: Mrs. Hudson, can I ask you something?

Sharlene: Yeah.

Olivia: If you're going to speak to Josie about this, could you not tell her I was the one that wanted to open it?

Sharlene: What?

Olivia: I would hate for her to think that I was the one that caused the problems with her mother. We're trying very hard to learn to be sisters.

Sharlene: Of course, I'll keep this between the two of us, all right?

Olivia: Thank you. Well, I had better get going.

Sharlene: Take care of yourself.

Olivia: You, too. And listen--you know, maybe Josie wonít even wear this thing. She'll probably take one look at it and say, "no way."

Sharlene: Maybe--maybe you're right.

Olivia: Yeah. But then Josie always does everything that Lucas tells her to. Well, take care of yourself.

Lucas: There's really nothing else I can tell you. I wish there were. Uh--excuse me. Where were you?

Griffen: I took Frankie to her aunt's farm.

Lucas: What?

Griffen: I didnít want her driving. She was very upset.

Lucas: You listen to me.

Griffen: Will you just relax? She got there safe and sound.

Lucas: I told you to leave Frankie alone.

Griffen: Yes, well, you've told me a lot of things over the years, Lucas.

Lucas: Maybe it's about time you started to listen.

Griffen: Maybe I will.

Lucas: Did you bring Frankie here?

Griffen: No, we met here by coincidence.

Lucas: Would you back off her?

Griffen: [Sighs] I told you to relax. I have decided you were probably right about her. She doesn't know what we're doing.

Lucas: Frankie is no threat.

Griffen: My sentiments exactly.

Lucas: Why donít I believe you?

Griffen: Because you--you are paranoid. Now, what about our wounded Mr. Hudson?

Lucas: What about him?

Griffen: Have the police done their duty?

Lucas: They haven't arrested anyone.

Griffen: Mmm... well, that means we can probably count out crazy or some amateur.

Lucas: Probably, probably.

Griffen: Um...what about the club? Have they rendered him expendable?

Lucas: The club takes a dim view of playing both sides of the fence. And they have done that before, yes.

Griffen: My, my. His membership is being revoked.

Lucas: There's only one thing wrong with that theory.

Griffen: What?

Lucas: He isnít dead. They shot him in the shoulder.

Griffen: Yes. Frankie yelled at him at the last second. Otherwise, he would be dead.

Lucas: Maybe. But I wonít know whether Mr. Hudson can be trusted until I talk to him.

Michael: You staring at me?

Vicky: You're awake.

Michael: I find it hard to stay asleep when a beautiful woman comes in.

Vicky: That's not funny.

Michael: Honey, I'm going to be fine.

Vicky: The doctor told me.

Michael: I'm so sorry that--

Vicky: Who shot you?

Michael: I donít know.

Vicky: At the Pelican, right?

Michael: Yeah.

Vicky: I mean, what--was the guy drinking or something?

Michael: I donít know. I really donít. I donít--I have no idea.

Vicky: Mom and I were scared when we got called.

Michael: Is Donna here?

Vicky: She was. We were just in time to see your girlfriend leave.

Michael: [Sighs] I'm so sorry. That wasn't supposed to happen.

Vicky: It was bad enough you put a knife in her back. Did you have to twist it around, too?

Michael: Victoria, your mother is the last person in the world I would want to hurt.

Vicky: You did a good job of doing it. You know, I was the one who stuck by you. I was the one who told her not to get a divorce. I was the one who said, "Hang on, because he'll change and he'll come back."

Michael: Honey, come on. It's not that simple.

Vicky: I was the simple one. You're not coming home.

Michael: Honey...I--I love you. I love my family.

Vicky: Then why are you doing this? Donít you see how much you're hurting us?

Michael: I canít...say anything. I--I--I--it will all become clear, I promise. One day.

Vicky: Oh, no. I've had enough promises. And so has Mom.

Michael: Vicky, please stick by me a little longer. Please.

Vicky: It's time you knew what it feels like to lose something.

Josie: Oh, thanks. The interview went great.

Olivia: Terrific.

Josie: I even got Christopher to cover the "Sophisticate" party.

Olivia: Christopher is good looking.

Josie: Yes. I guess he is. Olivia, you've never been shy about your looks, have you?

Olivia: Dancers canít afford to be. What are you smiling at?

Josie: Oh, I donít know. Tonight I...I guess I learned how to flirt and make it count.

Olivia: With Christopher York?

Josie: Nothing happened. I just--well, you know.

Olivia: No, I donít know.

Josie: No, really. That's all.

Olivia: Josie.

Josie: I've got to see what's in here. I hope my mother didnít see it.

Olivia: Oh, no. I'm sure she didnít.

Josie: It's a good thing. Thanks again.

Olivia: No problem. I enjoyed every minute of it.

Frankie: You ok?

Sharlene: Yeah, fine.

Frankie: Well, thank you for letting me spend the night.

Sharlene: You never did tell me what happened with you and Cass.

Frankie: I think I would like some ice cream.

Sharlene: Frankie, have it later. Tell me what happened.

Frankie: I donít ever want to see him again. He's a liar.

Sharlene: All right, you said all that before. Then you disappeared on Christmas Eve, and I figured the two of you might be working things out.

Frankie: He's also a user. Not to mention the fact that he thinks he's the reincarnation of Don Juan. Did I never mention to you that all he ever wanted me for was sex?

Sharlene: No. You didnít mention that.

Frankie: Well, he lost on that one, let me assure you. I really do want that ice cream, Sharlene. You know, maybe mama was right. Maybe that's all men ever want from you. Use you and throw you away.

Josie: Look at all the furniture. Isnít it great? And these flowers that Lucas brought me.

Sharlene: Could I have a moment alone with Josie?

Lucas: Oh, sure. I have to be going anyway. I'll see you tonight, Josie.

Josie: Right Lucas.

Lucas: Bye-bye.

Sharlene: Oh, Josie what is this?

Josie: Mama.

Sharlene: What is this, and what is this?!

Josie: Lucas gave them to me. I told you.

Sharlene: Do you have any idea how all of this looks?

Josie: What?

Sharlene: Josie! The money, the flowers, Lucas coming and going? Do you know what people are going to think you are?

Olivia: But you know what? Josie is going to make it look great.

Sharlene: I cannot believe she's going to wear this.

Olivia: She said Lucas picked it out.

Sharlene: Oh, Lucas picked it.

Olivia: Yeah, something about this new image he's trying to create for her.

Sharlene: Well, I think I know what that image is.

Jake: Before I made any big decisions, Donna--

Donna: Jake, I donít want to discuss it anymore. I just want to be alone, ok?

Jake: Wait a minute.

Donna: What?

Jake: You donít want to be alone, and you know it.

Donna: Jake, you have a lot of work to do.

Jake: Forget about work. Come here.

Donna: I'll be fine.

Jake: Sure you will, but right now you're not.

Donna: Well, there's nothing that you can do.

Jake: Well, I can sit here until you feel better.

Donna: I'm not going to make a habit of this, you know.

Jake: Of what?

Donna: Allowing you to console me. You have been in situations with me recently where I normally donít let anybody see me.

Jake: No problem, Donna. In fact, it's been my pleasure.

Michael: Vicky, please. Come on, honey. You're just upset.

Vicky: I've been that way for a long time.

Michael: I know what you must be feeling. I just--

Vicky: Do you know? Do you know what Mom felt like when she saw that woman leave?

Michael: Maybe New Yearís Day we could--

Vicky: I donít want you to come by on New Yearís.

Michael: What?

Vicky: If you want to see Steven, call Bridget, and she'll figure out a time that you can see him and I wonít be there.

Michael: Vicky, please. You donít know what you're saying.

Vicky: Yes, I do. I know exactly what I'm saying...and I'm sorry.

Michael: Honey, you're jumping to a wrong conclusion here.

Vicky: No. I still canít believe you could be so cruel.

Michael: I canít explain. I canít...not now.

Vicky: Donít try. And donít come to my house. I donít want to see you.

Michael: Honey, please.

Vicky: I donít ever want to see you again.

Michael: Vicky. Vicky, please.

Michael: Aaargh!

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