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Another World Transcript Wednesday 1/4/06

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Ken: You're back so soon.

Rachel: Well, I told you it would only be for the day.

Ken: Yeah, but I got the impression you were too homesick.

Rachel: For what?

Ken: Well, I thought you'd get there, take a look around, decide never to come back. You had your bags packed yesterday, remember?

Rachel: Oh, yes, but my employer talked me out of it, remember?

Ken: Yeah, I guess he did.

Rachel: What's the matter? You change your mind?

Vicky: I...believe this.

Evan: Listen, why don't we go over here and have a... Vicky.

Vicky: Is this your critical appointment?

Sam: Hi, Vicky.

Vicky: Hi, Sam.

Amanda: Yes, as a matter of fact, it is. Dinner with my husband is very critical.

Vicky: Huh.

Amanda: Either of you have a problem with that?

Donna: [Muttering quietly]

Jake: Hello?

Donna: Jake, where are you?

Jake: You just called me. Three guesses where I'm at.

Donna: You're supposed to be over here, not at the loft.

Jake: I am sorry. I had a meeting with Albom here. He may want us to shoot that concert next week.

Donna: Oh, well, that is wonderful.

Jake: You all right?

Donna: I'm fine. It is just that we have three other bids to submit.

Jake: Ok, I'll grab a bite. I'll be over there as soon as I can, all right?

Donna: No, do not get anything. I am making something for us here.

Jake: You're cooking?

Donna: No smart remarks.

Jake: Never entered my mind.

Donna: I want you to know that I am a very good cook when I put my mind to it.

Jake: I am sure you are, Donna. I just did not think it would cause any harm bringing a pizza over.

Donna: Just get over here. Good-bye.

[Doorbell rings]

Donna: Yes?

Michael: I need to talk to you.

Donna: I'm busy.

Michael: It will not take long.

Donna: What do you want?

Michael: I got the divorce papers from Cass today. I have to talk to you.

Donna: Well, talk to Cass. That is what divorce lawyers are for.

Michael: No, this is between us.

Donna: Michael, it is a very simple divorce. What could there be to talk about?

Michael: I am not going to sign those papers.

[Knock at door]

Lucas: Hi, Mitch. Hope this is not a bad time.

Mitch: Felicia is not here.

Lucas: Oh, I see. I was just on my way home. I thought I'd--

[Telephone rings]

Mitch: Excuse me.

Lucas: Sure.

Mitch: Hello? Yeah, just a moment. Quite a coincidence.

Lucas: Pardon me?

Mitch: It is for you.

Lucas: No one knows I was coming over here. Hello?

Griffen: Hello, Lucas.

Lucas: How did you know I was here?

Griffen: I make it my business to know where people are when it is time to talk.

Lucas: I've already talked to you.

Griffen: The cartel wants a decision tonight.

Lucas: Tonight?

Griffen: Right. Are you going to take care of the Michael Hudson problem or not?

Lucas: I am not going to discuss this with you now.

Griffen: There is nothing to discuss. Just say yes.

Lucas: We will talk tomorrow.

Griffen: We will talk now. Two hours, the usual place.

Mitch: Problem?

Lucas: Just business.

Mitch: Sounded like there might be some sort of trouble.

Lucas: Nothing I can't handle.

Mitch: It is your life.

Lucas: Tell Fanny I stopped by, will you?

Mitch: You mean Felicia?

Lucas: Yeah. By the way, have you found out who Ken Jordan was?

Mitch: Why do you ask?

Lucas: Well, I'm curious, and I'm also concerned about Rachel. I know you are.

Mitch: She is doing fine. I saw her today.

Lucas: Really? Well, somebody ought to tell her about that guy and Mac's note, you think?

Mitch: You know, it sounds like you have enough problems of your own. Maybe you should just stick to them.

Donna: What is that supposed to mean?

Michael: It means--it means I'm not going to sign the divorce papers. Donna, I do not want us just rushing into anything.

Donna: Michael, didn't anything that I said last night make any difference to you at all?

Michael: [Sighs] Yeah, it did. I... having company?

Donna: It is none of your business.

Michael: Just curious, that's all.

Donna: I asked you not to come here.

[Pencil sharpener grinds]

Michael: And I asked you not to push the divorce.

Donna: Michael--

Michael: Donna, Donna, please.

Donna: Just get out of here.

Michael: Wait, look, I did not mean to hurt you.

Donna: Did you hear what I said?

Michael: I didn't mean to hurt you, all right? I don't want us doing something that we're both gonna regret.

Donna: What is the matter? Did your black-eyed barracuda leave you, Michael?

Michael: This is between us.

Donna: Right, just the three of us.

Michael: Donna, when I said I wanted to be apart, I--I...

[Grunts] I didn't want it to be forever.

Donna: What did you want? You wanted to have it both ways? You wanted to keep me over on the ice while you had your little affair?

Michael: No! No, it was not like that.

Donna: No, it was not like that because I filed for divorce, and I got Cass to push the thing through, and now it is settled.

Michael: Come on, would you just listen to me?

Donna: No, I won't.

Michael: Donna!

Donna: Michael! I looked at you, and I asked you point blank if you still love me, and you looked right back at me and said, "no, I don't," and that is all I needed to hear.

Michael: Well, I was wrong.

Donna: Oh, were you?

Michael: It's not true.

Ken: Damn.

Rachel: What are you looking for?

Ken: The receipt for that, uh, necklace. It's in here somewhere.

Rachel: Oh, I know where it is. It is right here on the desk.

Ken: I'll--I'll find it.

Rachel: Someday, probably. You did not answer my question.

Ken: What--what question?

Rachel: Have you changed your mind about having me here?

Ken: Oh, well, I would not want to have to break somebody new in now. You're just starting to be a little useful.

Rachel: Well, you're going to turn my head. If I ever need a recommendation, would you mind writing that in a letter--that I'm a little useful?

Ken: Yeah, no problem.

Rachel: You know, I know exactly where that receipt is. It is right here, look.

Ken: Get away from there! I told you never to touch my desk.

Rachel: Ok. Fine. Look for the receipt yourself.

Stacey: Hi.

Derek: Hi.

Stacey: I have been trying to call you.

Derek: I have not been home.

Stacey: Yeah, no kidding. Where you been?

Derek: Out...walking.

Stacey: Walking?

Derek: Thinking.

Stacey: I am so sorry about what happened the other night.

Derek: Me, too.

Stacey: I mean, if I could have stayed at the Pelican Club and talked to you--I wanted to.

Derek: It is ok, Stacey.

Stacey: Here you're uptight about your new job and everything and I'm--

Derek: Well, it is just a job. It is no big deal.

Stacey: I know, but I am talking to you, and I should have been aware that you were a little nervous--

Derek: No, no, if anything, it was me, it was me.

Stacey: It was not you.

Derek: No, I see you with Jamie, and I just get nuts.

Stacey: I know, but I tried to explain to you that it was just business. That's it.

Derek: I know, and that is another thing. Now, you were all excited about this arts council thing, and I put you down about it. I am sorry.

Stacey: It's ok. I forgive you.

Derek: Good.

Stacey: Do you forgive me?

Derek: Oh, yes.

Stacey: Oh, then let's keep it up to each other. What do you say? I am totally free tonight.

Derek: Well...

Stacey: How about you?

Derek: I got the night off.

Stacey: All right. Just what I wanted to hear.

Derek: So, what do you want to do first?

Stacey: Well, I don't know.

[Knock on door]

Jamie: Oh, good, you're still here. Stacey, do you have a minute by any chance?

Stacey: No, as a matter of fact, I do not have a minute, Jamie.

Michael: Donna, I never stopped loving you. I want you to know that.

Donna: Then why did you say you didn't?

Michael: I--I just thought it would be better if--if--

[Groans]

Donna: If what?

Michael: I didn't want to be sending you mixed signals.

Donna: Mixed signals?

Michael: Yes.

Donna: Michael, do you want to come back home?

Michael: I can't. I can't, not now.

Donna: Go on, go on. Get out of here.

Michael: Donna, please--

Donna: You and your mixed signals. You have been nothing but sending me mixed signals from day one. But somewhere along the line, it stopped hurting me, Michael. And I guess that is when I stopped loving you.

Michael: Oh, don't say that!

Donna: All I want is for this to be over, which just means that--

Michael: [Sighs] What, what?

Donna: Now my bread is burning!

Michael: Bread? Donna!

Donna: Oh!

Michael: When did you learn to bake bread?

Donna: Oh, you have ruined my life. You have ruined my dinner. Now just get out of here.

[Smoke alarm buzzing]

Donna: Oh, no!

Michael: Can I help?

Donna: No! No, just please do not be here when I get back!

[Doorbell rings]

Michael: I'll get it.

[Smoke alarm continues]

Michael: Jake.

Jake: Michael. What is that?

Michael: Smoke alarm.

Jake: Smoke alarm.

[Smoke alarm stops]

Jake: What the hell are you doing here?

Michael: Funny. Just about to ask you the same question.

Vicky: Figure it out yet?

Evan: Oh, what is that?

Vicky: Amanda.

Evan: Listen, I got a great idea. Why don't we finish these drinks and go someplace else.

Vicky: Oh, no, no, no. This is fine.

Evan: You want to sit here and stare at Sam and Amanda all--

Vicky: No, I want you to stare at her until it sinks in.

Evan: What sinks in?

Vicky: She has made her decision. It is over.

Evan: No, it is not.

Vicky: Oh, please.

Evan: Vicky, don't you see? I know how she feels.

Vicky: It does not matter how she feels. She is a good little girl, born and bred. Feelings do not matter. She does not have the guts to leave Sam.

Evan: You are wrong.

Vicky: Evan, it takes guts to go after what you believe in. It takes guts to go after someone you love and to hell with the consequences.

Evan: Vicky, I don't want to talk about this anymore.

Vicky: Look at her. Does it look like she's got guts? I don't think so.

Amanda: So you want to borrow my husband?

Mitch: Well, maybe just for a minute.

Amanda: Mm-hmm, and what secrets are you two going to be talking about?

Sam: If we told you, they wouldn't be secrets, now would they?

Amanda: Exactly.

Sam: Mm-hmm. All right, let's go.

Amanda: That is all right. I have to call Alli anyway.

Sam: Ok, see you in a sec?

Amanda: Sure.

Sam: Thank you, sir.

Amanda: Bye.

Sam: Mm, see you.

Amanda: [Coughs] Oh. [Coughs]

Vicky: Where are you going?

Evan: I am going to prove you wrong.

Vicky: I-- [Groans] [Sighs]

Jamie: A bad time, huh?

Stacey: Yes, we were just heading out.

Jamie: Well, I only need two minutes of your time, literally.

Stacey: I am sorry.

Derek: No, you go ahead.

Stacey: Are you sure?

Derek: I can wait.

Jamie: Thanks, Derek. I appreciate that. Now, you know I'm going to Europe for a while, right?

Stacey: Right, yeah, you told me that.

Jamie: Do you remember if the custody agreement gave any special instructions to either Vicky or me if we left town for a while?

Stacey: I do not remember. If I can check for a second.

Jamie: Would you? I'd appreciate that.

Stacey: Derek, it will take me one second, ok?

Derek: I will be here.

Jamie: Yeah, thank you. Derek, I owe you an apology.

Derek: No problem.

Jamie: No, I am not talking about tonight. I have been interfering too much between you and Stacey lately, much more than I realized.

Derek: Yeah, you have.

Jamie: Well, that is over now.

Derek: Fine.

Jamie: I think you should know that what Stacey and I had years ago--that is all over with, too.

Derek: Ok.

Jamie: She is a wonderful woman, Derek. And she loves you a great deal. I hope things work out for you.

Derek: Meaning?

Jamie: Excuse me?

Derek: Well, it does not sound like you think it will work out, man.

Jamie: Hey, that's none of my business, Derek.

Derek: Uh-huh.

Jamie: Whatever happens, happens.

Stacey: Ok, I have checked, and there is nothing spelled out here about vacations.

Jamie: So it is all still my decision?

Stacey: Yes.

Jamie: I am sure Vicky is going to want to take him, but he has been teething lately, you know? And it has kept him up at night, and he is just now getting back to a normal schedule, so...

Stacey: Well, just tell her that. That's ok. Legally, you are still calling the shots.

Jamie: Ok, I'll talk to her. Well, I am off.

Stacey: Ok, well, have a good time.

Jamie: I will. You take care and have a great night tonight. And I will call you when I get back.

Stacey: Ok, great.

Jamie: Bye-bye.

Stacey: Bye, Jamie.

Derek: So long.

Stacey: You guys seemed like you were having a serious conversation. What were you talking about?

Derek: Well, he said that he knew that he had been butting in too much lately and that that was all over now.

Stacey: I think that is true.

Derek: And then he said he hoped that you and I might work things out.

Stacey: Is that so bad?

Derek: It is just that he didn't sound so optimistic, you know?

Stacey: That is his problem.

Derek: Problem? Is that how you see it?

Jake: I didn't think you had anything to say about Donna's life these days.

Michael: What's going on, Jake?

Jake: See, I figure what she does or who she does it with is her business, Michael. Remember, you took a hike.

Michael: I just do not want to see anyone taking advantage of her, that's all.

Jake: Oh, come on, Michael. You wipe me out. I'm her b--I am Donna's friend, probably the best friend she has these days.

Michael: Oh, I see. That is what this is all about, huh?

Jake: Everybody she knows has been trying to help her through the hell that you made out of her life, Michael.

Michael: Including you?

Jake: Including me, yes.

Michael: Why do I find that hard to swallow?

Jake: Then stick it. I do not care.

Michael: You know, Jake, I have known you a long time, and I have never known you to give something unless you are getting something. And I just do not understand why you are giving Donna such a break when you never did it the whole time you were married to our daughter.

Jake: Get off my back about that, Michael. Some--you know, sometimes I don't even think you know who she is.

Michael: And you do?

Jake: Yeah, since this has started happening, I do. Yeah.

Michael: Just discovered a whole new side of her personality, have you?

Jake: Once she got away from you, yes.

Michael: Right.

Jake: She's got guts, Michael. She's got a sense of humor--

Michael: That is enough, Jake, all right? You have done enough damage to my family.

Jake: Coming from you, that is almost funny.

Michael: You hurt both of my daughters. And I am not going to let you hurt my wife.

Donna: I am not your wife anymore. Out.

Michael: Donna, please.

Donna: I told you I did not want you here when I came back. Out.

Michael: Can I at least say "good night" to my son?

Donna: He is at a sleep over tonight. You know that. Please go, Michael. Oh! I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I did not know he was going to come waltzing in here when I arranged this dinner for us. Oh, I do not know why he gets so angry. I really don't.

Jake: I do.

Donna: Why?

Jake: Michael thinks we're having an affair.

Ken: I am sorry I yelled. It's just I don't like anybody--

Rachel: Yes, I know, touching your desk. I understand that. I apologize.

Ken: Apology accepted. I would like you to accept mine, too. I am sorry I yelled. It was a reflex. I... I will try not to yell again. Ever. Was it difficult coming back here?

Rachel: A little.

Ken: Home must have seemed very inviting.

Rachel: Listen, did you ever find that photograph I lost?

Ken: The one you accused me of stealing?

Rachel: Yes.

Ken: It was a picture of your husband, wasn't it?

Rachel: With another guy.

Ken: Yeah, well, maybe that other guy has a copy.

Rachel: I don't know who the other guy is. Neither does anyone else who has ever seen the picture. It is a piece of a torn photograph.

Ken: Why is it so important?

Rachel: Because I don't know who the other man is, and I want to know.

Ken: Maybe it would be better if you just assumed you'll never know.

Rachel: Why?

Ken: Sometimes when you stop looking, things find you.

Rachel: That is a nice thought. Is that how you are going to find your receipt?

Ken: Oh, that. Yeah, well.

Rachel: Listen, I really know where it is. It is right there on the desk. Two minutes, I will get it. You think you can handle that? What do you say, two seconds?

Ken: Oh, what the hell? Go on.

Rachel: There, that wasn't so bad, was it?

Ken: Son of a gun.

Rachel: Sometimes when you trust people, they find things for you.

Ken: Fair enough. Well, what do you say we call it a day?

Rachel: Is the shop closed?

Ken: For over an hour.

Rachel: Great.

Ken: Got any dinner plans?

Rachel: Uh, my hot plate.

Ken: Oh, I can do better than that.

Rachel: I don't feel like Ethiopian tonight, thanks.

Ken: How about just a glass of wine? My place.

Rachel: Ok. I'm curious.

Ken: Very healthy. Get your coat. All set?

Rachel: Yeah.

Sam: So, what did you find out?

Mitch: Well, Ken Jordan definitely has a reputation in his field.

Sam: As what?

Mitch: As an adventurer-explorer, collector of antiques and rare books. Seems to be a bit unorthodox, but he seems to get what he goes after.

Sam: Anything illegal?

Mitch: No, not that I have found.

Sam: And what does that mean?

Mitch: What it means is that I have been able to trace him through records up for the last 10 years, and then after that it just stops.

Sam: You're kidding. Nothing at all?

Mitch: No, I mean, it is like this guy did not even exist.

Sam: And he says he doesn't know Mac.

Mitch: Right.

Sam: And you did not tell him about the note in the red swan?

Mitch: No, no. But I want to find out more about him as soon as possible.

Sam: Look, is Rachel in danger?

Mitch: No. Not now, no.

Sam: Well, then what do you think he is up to?

Mitch: I do not know, but what gets me is that Mac's note implies that he knew Jordan. Why is Jordan hiding that from Rachel?

Sam: Have you talked to Felicia about this?

Mitch: No.

Sam: Don't you think you should?

Mitch: No. No, because we're having enough trouble getting things back together as it is. And if I go set out and start trying to help Rachel with this, she is not going to understand.

Sam: Mitch, I really hope you know what you're doing.

Mitch: Yes--

Sam: Look, helping Rachel is one thing, but--look, man, you are messing with your marriage. That is something different entirely.

Mitch: I know that, and so do you.

Evan: Amanda?

Amanda: Please go.

Evan: But you're cold, honey.

Amanda: I just came out here to get some air, that's all. I'm going back inside.

Evan: Well, I want to talk to you. Listen to me.

Amanda: Evan!

Evan: You listen to me. Now, I love you. And I know you love me. We cannot keep denying that feeling.

Amanda: Why are you doing this?

Evan: Because I love you more than anything. Doesn't that mean something to you? I mean, don't you care about the way that I feel?

Amanda: I am sorry. Maybe I let this go too far. I care. Of course I care. I care very--look, I am married. I have a child. You have to let me go.

Evan: Amanda, you and I are right for each other. Now, you know that. Now, I'm not going to give up.

Sam: How's it going? You were gone a long time.

Amanda: Yeah, um, there was a line at the phone so I went out to get some air.

Mitch: Well, I better be going. Thanks for letting me interrupt.

Sam: Sure, keep in touch, Mitch.

Mitch: I will see you later.

Sam: Yeah.

Amanda: Bye, Mitch.

Mitch: Bye-bye.

Sam: Your hands are freezing. What were you doing outside so long?

Mitch: Hi, Jamie.

Jamie: Hi, Mitch.

Mitch: How are you doing? Good to see you.

Jamie: Fine. Good to see you, too. Hey, thank you.

Jamie: Hi.

Vicky: Hi.

Jamie: Bridget told me that you would be here.

Vicky: Here I am.

Jamie: Yeah. Listen, Vic, I wanted to let you know that I am leaving town for a while.

Vicky: Why?

Jamie: Well, I am going to Europe.

Vicky: Oh, wow.

Jamie: Yeah.

Vicky: For how long?

Jamie: Oh, maybe a week. Maybe a little longer. I don't know.

Vicky: Ok. That is no problem. I will take care of Steven.

Jamie: Well, you see, that is kind of what I wanted to talk to you about. I think Steven should keep staying at home, to tell you the truth.

Vicky: Why?

Jamie: Well, he has just begun to sleep through the night again, you see, after his teeth. But you can come see him whenever you want.

Vicky: Why do I have to go to the house to see... ok. Whatever you say, ok?

Jamie: Good, thank you. I really half expected us to have a major battle over this.

Vicky: No. No more battles tonight.

Jamie: Besides, it might be easier for you to--you know, with your new job and everything, you know?

Vicky: Yeah, I know.

Jamie: Are you ok?

Vicky: Oh, yeah. I am great. Could not be better.

Stacey: Then why did you ask that question?

Derek: Stacey, look, all my life, ever since I was a little kid, I have been able to handle things because I figure out the very worst thing that can happen, and then I face it. I prepare for it.

Stacey: And?

Derek: And whatever happens never seems to be half as bad, that's all.

Stacey: [Sighs]

Derek: What?

Stacey: I guess I'm always just a little bit surprised when I find out how tough you had it as a kid. I mean, here I am, riding around on bikes and watching "I love Lucy" and daydreaming. And you are out in the streets preparing for the worst.

Derek: Well, it got me through.

Stacey: Let me tell you something. My daydreams never came true until I met you.

Derek: Yeah?

Stacey: Do you remember when we went to Dr. Jasper's house? You made it all happen. It was the most wonderful day of my life.

Derek: My lady.

Stacey: My Lord.

[Wine glasses clink]

Derek: That was a magical place. I wish we could go back there.

Rachel: Thank you. This is not at all what I expected it to be like. I thought we would be knee-deep in papers and books.

Ken: And dust?

Rachel: Yes, and that, too.

Ken: We probably would be if I lived alone.

Rachel: You do not live alone?

Ken: I have a man that sort of looks after the place. Sort of a butler. He has been with me for years. The only one who can put up with me.

Ken: The only one who knew where the wine and glasses were.

Rachel: Beautiful mirror.

Ken: Thanks. This is my refuge. I rarely ever invite anyone here.

Rachel: Well, I am flattered. Huh. What? What are you looking at?

Ken: Sorry. Expectations. You are not at all what I imagined.

Jake: So no doubt, Angela has the night off.

Donna: Now, if you do not want to eat this perfectly good meal, that is fine with me, but just don't make fun of me.

Jake: Hey, I was just asking if your housekeeper had the night off.

Donna: She does.

Jake: I mean, what I am trying to say is that this is--this is... very nice.

Donna: Well, it was supposed to be nice. I wanted to thank you for everything that you have done. Plus the fact that we do have to eat, and we cannot work on an empty stomach.

Jake: Here, you want my pickle?

Donna: No, thank you.

Jake: Guess not.

Donna: I am just sorry Michael ruined everything.

Jake: Michael did not ruin everything.

Donna: Do you really believe he thinks we're having an affair?

Jake: Is that too hard to imagine?

Donna: Well, I mean, it's--it could look like we were having an affair because you have been spending so much time here. But... well, it is just--it's ridiculous that...

Jake: That what? It's ridiculous that what?

Arianne: Is it all set with Lucas?

Michael: Yeah, we make the buy the night of the gala.

Arianne: Where?

Michael: To be determined.

Arianne: You will be wearing a wire?

Michael: Yeah.

Arianne: We will have him cold.

Michael: Him and the guy who is using Lucas, if he's there.

Arianne: You think he will be there?

Michael: I think it's possible.

Arianne: Anything is possible. Did you see Donna?

Michael: Yeah. I saw Donna.

Jamie: Ok, so we have everything, right?

Vicky: Yeah. Yeah, I think so.

Jamie: Good.

Vicky: If I need anything, I can just call your house, right?

Jamie: Of course. Of course you can. I want to say bye to Sam and Amanda, so you take care.

Vicky: Yeah, you, too. I better go retrieve my escort.

Jamie: Ok.

Vicky: I'll see you.

Jamie: Bye.

Vicky: Well, it is freezing out here.

Evan: Oh, oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to leave you alone so long. Here you go.

Vicky: Are you--thank you--are you ok?

Evan: Uh, yeah, I just don't think it was such a good move to come here tonight.

Vicky: You know, you have got to find a way to get this business of Amanda behind you, Evan.

Evan: Look, Vicky, I know you're trying to be my friend, but I do not want to talk about Amanda with you. Not yet.

Vicky: So when?

Evan: When it is resolved.

Jamie: So I will be expecting daily progress reports on my son, ok?

Sam: In triplicate, Jamie.

Jamie: Good.

Sam: Isn't that right, Amanda?

Amanda: Yeah, you got it--

Sam: Yeah, so listen if we do not hear from you tomorrow, have a good time, ok?

Jamie: I will do that. Thank you.

Sam: Yeah.

Jamie: I saw mom by the way.

Amanda: You did?

Jamie: Yes, and she is going to give you a call. She is delighted that you two are back together again, and so am I.

Sam: So are we.

Jamie: You know, I have a feeling that a lot of these problems we've been having are going to fade away. For mom, too.

Amanda: I hope so.

Jamie: She looked good. I just--I think that she may be finally getting past Mac's death.

Rachel: Why would you have imagined me at all?

Ken: You are a very well-known lady.

Rachel: Yes.

Ken: People always imagine what people like the Corys are like.

Rachel: I guess. I never think about it.

Ken: I expected you to be a lady who lunches, but you are actually an actual human being.

Rachel: Oh, well, thank you. I guess that is a compliment.

Ken: Good. You are welcome.

Rachel: Well, thank you for the tour and the wine. It was delicious.

Rachel: You're not leaving already?

Rachel: Yes, I think I ought to. I-- oh, my goodness.

Ken: What?

Rachel: Well, this is the picture I was--this purse. I lose more things in this purse. It is just as you said. You stop looking for things, and they find you.

Ken: Right. You have to stay now.

Rachel: Why?

Ken: Well, I am beginning to find out all kinds of secrets about you now.

Rachel: Like what?

Ken: Oh, now I am beginning to wonder what you are like back in your natural habitat. Back in the middle of all that wealth and power. You like this or you different?

Rachel: I think I am the same. I have to go back there next week.

Ken: Why?

Rachel: Bay City Arts gala. I am on the committee.

Ken: Ah, yes. I read about that. Sounds...interesting.

Rachel: I have all these tickets I--would you like to go?

Ken: Is that an invitation?

Rachel: Yes, I guess it is. What do you say? It might be fun.

Evan: Listen, I'll get our check and we'll get out of here.

Vicky: Fine. But Evan, just try and forget her, ok? Just give it a try.

Evan: All right.

Vicky: See you in a few minutes.

Evan: Listen, can I get my check, please?

Sam: Got a few minutes?

Evan: Hi, Sam, how are you?

Sam: I'd like to talk to you.

Evan: I am listening.

Sam: If you haven't heard already, Amanda and I are back together.

Evan: Yeah, she mentioned.

Sam: And we are going to make it work this time.

Evan: Good luck. Thank you.

Sam: Thanks. Now, I know we have had some altercations in the past, but I'd just as soon leave them in the past.

Evan: That's fine by me.

Sam: So in the future, I think we can act a little bit more civilized.

Evan: Do you think that is possible?

Sam: I think it is. Unless you don't want it that way.

Vicky: I have something to say to you.

Amanda: All right.

Vicky: Just a bit of friendly advice. Now that you are presumably back with Sam, stay away from Evan.

Amanda: There is nothing between Evan and me.

Vicky: Can it. Evan is my friend, and I really do not like standing around watching him go crazy while you try and decide between your husband and your lover.

Amanda: What?

Vicky: That's right. I know you and Evan slept together, which means I could blow your safe little world to smithereens anytime I want. Remember that.

Arianne: Don't you think you have been hitting the booze a bit too hard?

Michael: Come on, I got it together, all right? Don't worry about it. It is just to get the word around.

Arianne: What word?

Michael: I want Lucas overconfident... when he is dealing with me. Especially at the gala.

Vicky: Dad?

Michael: Hi, honey. I didn't know you were here.

Vicky: I guess not. Why don't you go powder your nose or do whatever it is you do in the ladies' room?

Michael: Vicky, please.

Vicky: I want to talk to my father.

Arianne: It's all right.

Michael: Well, come on. Sit down.

Michael: Just sit. Come on. How are you?

Vicky: Ok.

Michael: How is my grandson?

Vicky: He is good. He is big. He is walking now. Isn't that great?

Michael: Yeah? Well... well, you watch him. Just watch them when they are young, because they do not stay that way for long. Kids grow up pretty quickly.

Vicky: Are you ok?

Michael: Yeah, I'm fine. What do you mean?

Vicky: Every time I see you, you have a drink in your hand.

Michael: Well, where else am I going to hold it, huh?

[Laughs] Sorry. Look, I'm sorry, all right? It is ok, though. Don't worry about it. I know what I am doing.

Vicky: I don't--I don't want to yell. I really do not want to yell at you.

Michael: Well, don't.

Vicky: But you left mom. You're destroying your family that I thought you cared about. Is there a problem? Is there some kind of pressure on you that I do not know about or that I could help you with?

Michael: You are a really good human being, you know that?

Vicky: I have got a really good father.

Michael: Well, I am not too sure about that.

Vicky: I am a little--actually, I am a lot mad at him right now because I just found out he is not perfect. And I thought that perfection was a part of the package for a dad. [Sighs] You can't talk to me, can you? [Sighs]

Michael: You know what I miss? I miss just sitting around with you and talking about the day-to-day stuff and having my grandson climb all over me. That is what I miss.

Vicky: Do you want to come over to dinner the day after tomorrow?

Michael: What?

Vicky: I could get Mikey and Steven, and we could all sit and talk.

Michael: That-- that is the night of the gala.

Vicky: I don't have to go.

Michael: I know--

Vicky: Oh. Oh. I guess you already have plans, right? I am so sorry to bother you.

Michael: Hey, hey, hey. You did not bother me. You could never be a bother to me. I love you, and don't you ever, ever forget that.

Vicky: I am trying not to.

Arianne: I'm sorry. Did I come back too soon?

Michael: I don't know. I just hope I'm not too late.

Jake: You going to answer my question or what?

Donna: What?

Jake: What--I love this. Donna, I am asking you, do you think it is ridiculous that we would be having an affair?

Donna: Jake, do not tease me tonight, please.

Jake: Well, what makes tonight so much different than any other night?

Donna: I don't know. I think Michael upset me more than I realized.

Jake: It must be hard to lose someone as special as you. For Michael, I mean.

Donna: He all but told me that he still loved me.

Jake: Did you believe him?

Donna: I don't know.

Jake: You don't have to.

Donna: I don't know what I believe. Suddenly, everything is changing.

Griffen: You're late.

Lucas: Watch your tone.

Griffen: Are you going to kill Michael Hudson?

Lucas: I do not like people telling me what to do.

Griffen: Who does? The gala is next week, and Michael Hudson is getting much too close. My advice to you--

Lucas: The last thing I want is your advice.

Griffen: Fine.

Lucas: I am not a killer, and I am not going to do it.

Griffen: Oh, I think you'll change your mind when you hear the news.

Lucas: News?

Griffen: Well, it is information, really. Information you will get when and if you kill Michael Hudson.

Lucas: What information?

Griffen: On where you can find your daughter.

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