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Another World Transcript Monday 1/9/06

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Hilda: I'll let Mrs. Cory know that you're here, Mr. Jordan.

Ken: Thank you.

Amanda: Excuse me.

Ken: Hello, Mrs. Fowler.

Amanda: How do you know me?

Ken: Your photographs don't do you justice.

Amanda: Photographs?

Ken: Yes, your mother showed me pictures of all her children and grandchildren. My name is Ken Jordan.

Amanda: How do you do?

Ken: Fine, thank you. It seems your mother's not quite ready yet.

Amanda: No, she's not. She'll be down in just a few minutes.

Ken: Good.

Amanda: Maybe you and I can get to know each other.

Ken: Well, that's a great idea.

Amanda: Why don't we start with you telling me exactly what your interest is in my mother?

Michael: Donna, I didn't expect to see you--

Donna: I need to speak to you alone, Michael.

Michael: Really, couldn't we do this--

Donna: You'll speak to me now, or you won't get another chance.

[Lucas sighs]

Lucas: Fanny. What are you doing here?

Griffen: Michael Hudson will not be setting up anybody because Michael Hudson will become unavailable forever. Tell Arianne to meet me in the usual place after it's over. Au revoir.

[Frankie yells]

Jake: You sure Bridget's gonna be all right watching the kids?

Vicky: She raised us, didn't she?

Jake: That's exactly what I'm worried about, Vicky. If those kids are anything like you and I, you're not gonna have a house standing in the morning.

Vicky: You know, you look good in black. Too bad it's not leather.

Jake: Thank you. Um, you look wonderful in what you're wearing. Too bad whoever designed it didn't have the rest of the material.

Vicky: Very funny.

Jake: I'm a funny guy.

Vicky: You think it's too much, really?

Jake: "Too much" is not the phrase that...

[Doorbell rings] ...

Jake: Came to mind first. Should I get this?

Vicky: Yes, please. It's my date.

Jake: Oh, I wonder who that could be.

Evan: How are you?

Jake: Vicky, Evan's here.

Evan: Hey, Vicky.

Vicky: Hi.

Evan: Boy, you look great.

Vicky: Thank you.

Evan: Is--is my--are you coming with us?

Jake: I think--

Vicky: No. He's going with my mother. Just business, right? P.R.?

Jake: Right.

Evan: Oh, really?

Jake: Mm-hmm.

Vicky: So where is she, anyway?

Jake: Out.

Vicky: I thought she was upstairs dressing.

Jake: Well, Bridget said she had some last-minute errands she had to run.

Vicky: Well, when's she gonna get back?

Jake: I don't know, but I have a good idea who she went to see.

Arianne: I'll meet you at the theater, Michael.

Donna: The divorce papers came today.

Michael: Donna, I really can't talk--

Donna: Cass said that once I sign them, the divorce will be final.

Michael: Don't sign them.

Donna: You really don't want me to?

Michael: No, Donna.

Donna: Well, then we have to talk. Why don't we go somewhere--

Michael: I can't.

Donna: You can't?

Michael: I can't. Not right now. I've got something to do before the gala.

Donna: Wait a minute. You've been asking me to delay this divorce for weeks.

Michael: I know.

Donna: Then why can't you talk to me now? You still love me, don't you?

Michael: Yes. I just can't do this now.

Donna: Well, that's too bad. I've spent all this time trying to figure out what happened to the man I married. Who are you, Michael? Why do you keep doing these things to me?

Michael: Please just give me until tomorrow, all right. Tomorrow. That's all I'm asking.

Donna: And all I'm asking is that you talk to me right now. All right? Do you or do you not want me? That's the least you can tell me.

Michael: Can't. I can't.

Donna: Fine. Then I guess I know what I have to do. I've been waiting and waiting for you, Michael, and I haven't even known why. I came here to make a decision, and I think you made it for me. It's the last time you'll do that to me. I won't bother you again.

John: Mike, what's wrong?

Michael: Everything, but not for long. Excuse me.

Lucas: Fanny, why are you here?

Felicia: I'm on the gala committee. I'm just giving out programs.

Lucas: Fanny, you shouldn't be up here.

Felicia: Luke, what's the matter with you?

Lucas: Oh, nothing. I just--I didn't think I was gonna see you tonight.

Felicia: Well, I cut my book tour short so I could be here tonight. I didn't want to be sitting in some stupid hotel room while all my friends were--

Lucas: Fanny, I want you to listen to me, ok? Can you do that? I want you to find Mitch, and I want you to tell him to take you home right now. Do you hear me?

Felicia: I can't go home right now.

Lucas: Do you trust me?

Felicia: What does trust have to do--

Lucas: Then please do as I ask.

Felicia: Luke, you're as white as a ghost. What's going on? Tell me.

Lucas: Fanny, I need for you to stop asking questions and to trust that I'm asking you to leave for a good reason, ok?

Felicia: No, it's not ok. I'm not leaving until you explain what's going on.

Lucas: Fanny, I can't do that.

Felicia: Please talk to me. What's happening?

Lucas: I love you. Don't you know that I love you? Don't you know that I would do anything to keep you safe? Fanny, I--I've never stopped loving you. I still want us to find our daughter and have a life together. I'm trying to protect you. Don't you see that?

Felicia: Please, would you tell me what you're talking about?

Lucas: [Whispers] Our daughter.

Felicia: You found something out about our daughter?

Lucas: I can't explain it now.

Mitch: Felicia.

Lucas: Just do as I said, please.

Mitch: Is everything all right?

Felicia: No. No, it isn't.

Frankie: Excuse me. Excuse me. Reuben, Reuben, have you seen Cass?

Reuben: Don't I even rate a "hello"?

Frankie: I'm sorry. This is important.

Reuben: Ok, ok. I think I saw him over there somewhere.

Frankie: Thank you.

Reuben: Hey, Frankie, what's going on?

Frankie: Excuse me. Excuse me.

Griffen: Now, I have a gun, and if you don't do exactly as I say, I will kill you, Frankie. We are gonna walk very slowly to the other end of the lobby. I don't want you talking to anyone, but I want you to smile as if you're thrilled to be with me. Do you understand?

Iris: Hello, Griffen.

Griffen: Iris.

Iris: I thought you'd be backstage preparing. I'm really looking forward to your performance this evening.

Griffen: Oh, well, I wanted to check out the crowd, and it gives me a chance to be anonymous.

Iris: Oh, darling, you haven't been that for years.

Griffen: Well, Iris, you know Frankie Frame.

Iris: Oh, yes. Look, have you seen Lucas anywhere?

Griffen: No, but I'm sure he's about.

Iris: Well, I better go find him. It's nice to see you, and good luck with tonight.

Griffen: Thank you. Very good. Now, let's continue.

Caroline: What the-Frankie.

Cass: What's going on, Frankie?

Amanda: It's my understanding that your shop is not very large.

Ken: The Odyssey? Aw, it's a hole in the wall, really. Sometimes I'm amazed at how much I can fit into that place. Your mother's been helping me reorganize it, though. She's been a great help.

Amanda: Has she?

Ken: Yeah. I resisted it at first. I'm a creature of habit, and what seems like total chaos to the rest of the world seems like perfect order to me, but your mother helped me see the error of my ways. Now, I know that she can make her way around the shop when I'm not available. I can trust her with things I would never let anyone handle before.

Amanda: Why her?

Ken: I'm sorry?

Amanda: As I'm sure you are aware, Mr. Jordan, my mother was a very powerful executive in the publishing world previous to this leave of absence. And it just doesn't seem to make sense to me why somebody of her caliber would be hired as a clerk in a curio shop.

Ken: I hired her because she seemed qualified and she wanted the job. She's much more than a clerk and seems to be enjoying herself.

Amanda: I just find it hard to believe that my mother can get what she needs at a place like your shop.

Ken: Well, sometimes you don't know what you need until you have it. Ooh, you clean up good, Rachel.

Rachel: So do you.

Ken: Thank you.

Rachel: Ah, I couldn't quite imagine you in a black tie. Well, you've met my daughter.

Ken: Yes. I must say the apple doesn't fall far from the tree.

Rachel: Thank you.

Amanda: Excuse me. I'm going to go get Matt and grandma.

Rachel: I can't believe I let you talk me into bringing you here.

Ken: I'll try not to shame you.

Rachel: No, that's not it. It's just that everybody's getting the wrong impression.

Ken: What? You afraid everybody's gonna think we're an item?

Rachel: You're the first man I've invited here since Mac died.

Ken: Well, I'll tell you what. I'll just be my normal self, and it will be abundantly clear that there could never be anything between us. I was, um, admiring the red swan before.

Rachel: Yes, it's interesting, isn't it?

Ken: It's quite unique.

Amanda: My father gave that to my mother.

Ken: Yes, I know. Your mother told me all about it.

Rachel: Mom. I want you to meet my employer, Ken Jordan. This is my mother, Ada Hobson, and my son, Matthew.

Ken: Nice to meet you.

Matt: So you're my mom's boss.

Ken: Yes, I am.

Matt: Has she been behaving herself?

Rachel: Matthew.

Ken: Most of the time.

Ada: Rachel says you're a very interesting man.

Ken: Is that what she said?

Rachel: Well, yes. That's what you said to me. You said, "Rachel, I'm a very interesting man."

Ken: Does Rachel get her direct approach from you, Mrs. Hobson?

Ada: Where else?

Rachel: Well, um, I guess we should be going if we want to go to the gallery before we go to the gala.

Ken: Yes, I don't want to miss that.

Rachel: Are we missing somebody?

Amanda: Sam. He said that he would meet us at the gallery. He had to talk to Mitch first about something. Grandma. Thank you for baby-sitting.

Ada: Oh, well, Alli and I have a date with a Fred Astaire/ Ginger Rogers movie.

Heaven, we're in heaven now, that's art.

Rachel: All right, everybody. Let's get the coats on, ok.

Ada: Have fun. Make it a fun, happy night.

Rachel: Good night, mom.

Ada: Bye, baby.

Rachel: A friend of ours is dancing a piece from "the firebird," and we don't want to miss that.

Ken: Absolutely.

Ada: Hmm, let me see you.

Matt: You have a good time tonight.

Ada: Have a good time yourself.

Matt: Ok, ok.

Ada: Don't spill anything.

Matt: I'm not.

Ada: All right. Go.

Olivia: Aunt Liz, I know what I am doing.

Liz: Oh, but I want you to be perfect, just perfect.

Olivia: I wear a mask and a headpiece for this part. My hair has to fit underneath it, and no one will see it.

Liz: No one is going to see your face?

Olivia: Only from the nose down.

Liz: I'm going to speak to that strange man, then.

Olivia: What strange man?

Liz: Griffen Sanders.

Olivia: Oh, no, you don't.

Liz: My niece is making her Bay City debut, and no one will be able to see her face? Over my dead body.

Olivia: If you say one word--one word--to Griffen Sanders, that's exactly what your body's going to be.

Liz: No, he'll listen to me. I'll understand the way it--

Olivia: Aunt Liz, I am a nervous wreck, and this is not helping.

Liz: Nervous? Oh, Olivia, you don't have anything to be nervous about. You're going to be absolutely wonderful.

Olivia: We'll see.

Liz: You're still upset because your father didn't get here.

Olivia: I'm fine. I don't need anyone. Sam.

Liz: What did you say?

Sam: Hello, Liz, Olivia.

Liz: Sam, this is a restricted area.

Olivia: Aunt Liz.

Liz: Where's your wife, Sam?

Sam: Liz, I'd like to speak to Olivia alone, please.

Liz: This is her time to prepare. It's very important--

Olivia: Liz, I will see you in a few minutes. Thank you.

Liz: Young man, who's in charge of costumes here? We have a serious problem. My niece has something covering her--

Olivia: Hi.

Sam: Listen. I don't want to interrupt your concentration, ok.

Olivia: You're not.

Sam: I know how important this is to you. I'm very proud of you.

Olivia: Thank you, Sam.

Sam: Hey, look. I've seen you dance. You're gonna knock these people's socks off tonight.

Olivia: Well, I just hope that I can get through it.

Sam: You're gonna do more than just get through it. You've got talent, lady. And you get a chance to show these people tonight that talent.

Olivia: That's so nice of you.

Sam: Listen. I wanted to tell you that and also I wanted to tell you something else.

Olivia: You did?

Sam: I am very honored to know you.

Olivia: Well, I really should finish getting ready.

Sam: What's wrong? Did I say something wrong?

Olivia: No. No, I'm fine. Really.

Sam: I'm sorry if what I said's not enough.

Olivia: Sam? I want you to know something. When I--when I dance tonight, I'm dancing for you.

Sam: [Whispers] Thank you.

Caroline: You give new meaning to the word "pushy," Frankie.

Cass: What are you doing, Frankie?

Griffen: It was a mistake, wasn't it, Frankie?

Frankie: Yes, it was a mistake.

Caroline: You seem to have this strange need to be a nuisance to everyone.

Cass: Can I talk to you alone for just a minute, please?

Frankie: I don't think so.

Cass: It's important.

Frankie: Why bother pretending that we're friends, Cass? It's over between us.

Cass: Frankie.

Frankie: Do you remember the night we almost made love?

Cass: Frankie, for crying out loud.

Frankie: Do you remember that that woman interrupted us and you handled the situation all wrong? Griffen would have known how to handle a situation like that.

Griffen: Uh, you'll excuse us, won't you? I'm in a bit of a rush.

Caroline: What was all that about?

Cass: I'm really not sure.

Reuben: Yo, Winthrop.

Cass: Hey, Reuben. Where's Tess?

Reuben: Aw, she got the flu or something. You know, I saw Frankie with that dancer guy.

Caroline: Yeah. She gave a nice little scene for our benefit.

Reuben: Really? She was looking for you.

Cass: She was looking for me?

Reuben: Yeah, she said it was important. And then I see her with this guy Sanders. What's going on between you two?

Cass: A whole lot of nothing, Reuben.

Reuben: Well, I thought you said that--

Cass: Frankie is not the person I thought she was. Anything she decides to do is her business. She's not my problem anymore. Excuse us.

Sharlene: Do you realize some potentate owned all this stuff?

John: Look at this rock right here, Sharlene.

Sharlene: Ooh, not bad.

John: Almost as big as the one I bought for you.

Sharlene: Oh, well. I like my rock just fine.

John: You do?

Sharlene: Let me show you.

John: Ok.

Rachel: Look, there's John and Sharlene.

Matt: Huh.

Rachel: Hi, you two.

Sharlene: Hi.

Rachel: I'd like for you to meet a friend of mine. This is Ken Jordan. This is Sharlene and John Hudson.

John: Hello, Ken.

Ken: Nice to meet you.

John: Pleasure.

Sharlene: Hi, Ken, nice to meet you.

Matt: Could I talk to the two of you for a minute? Excuse us.

Sharlene: Sure. Rachel, it was good to see you.

Rachel: We'll see you later.

Sharlene: Yeah.

John: What's up?

Matt: Have you seen Josie at the hospital?

John: Yeah. I saw her in the recovery room.

Matt: She won't let me see her yet. How is she?

John: I talked to her doctor. Looks like she's gonna be just fine.

Matt: I can't believe she had plastic surgery. I mean, what was going through her head? She's beautiful the way she is or was.

Sharlene: I know. I know what you're thinking.

Felicia: You've met Ken before, Mitch?

Mitch: Yes.

Felicia: Well, my husband is always surprising me. Rachel, could I talk to you for a moment, please?

Rachel: Sure. Of course. Excuse me.

Ken: Sure.

Ken: I was wondering if I'd see you here tonight.

Mitch: You know I'm going to figure out what your game is.

Ken: I'd be more worried about explaining to your wife how you've met me. Something tells me she's a woman who doesn't take kindly to selective memory.

Felicia: How many more times has Mitch come to see you there?

Rachel: I thought you knew.

Felicia: No. No, I didn't know. I thought this was over.

Ken: This is some party, Mrs. Cory.

Rachel: Is it making you uncomfortable?

Ken: I've just witnessed some very intriguing goings-on in the last few minutes. It's going to be a stimulating evening, I'm sure.

Vicky: Well, looks like Amanda hasn't shown up yet.

Evan: Amanda who?

Vicky: That's very sweet. But we both know the highlight of this evening isn't going to be the dance recital... for you, at least.

Evan: Oh, no, Vicky. You're wrong. I told you I am mad for the ballet.

Vicky: Oh, honey, I know what you're mad for. You're gonna have to face it. Amanda's gone back to Sam. You're gonna have to live with it and deal with it somehow.

Evan: Vicky, I don't want to talk about that right now, ok? I'm dealing with it my way. You got that?

Liz: If you didn't prepare a speech announcing Olivia's debut, I jotted down a few autobiographical--

Iris: Liz, please excuse me. Oh, darling, thank heavens you're here.

Lucas: Why? What's wrong?

Iris: Nothing. Can't I just be glad to see you?

Lucas: Sure, sure.

Iris: Oh, Lucas, I know you're nervous.

Lucas: I'm fine. I'm fine.

Iris: You're not. You're nervous about making the announcement this evening, aren't you?

Lucas: What?

Iris: You know, I was thinking, when we get married--I mean, would I still have a last name or will I be just Iris like you're Lucas?

Lucas: Listen, we can't do that tonight. It's impossible.

Iris: What?

Lucas: It's impossible. I don't, um...

Griffen: Hold it. All right.

Griffen: Wait.

Griffen: After you.

Frankie: What are you gonna do, Griffen? Kill me right here?

Griffen: Oh, yes.

Frankie: Cass was right about you all along.

Griffen: And you were too blinded by love to believe him.

Frankie: Don't flatter yourself, buddy.

Griffen: I wouldn't be quite so belligerent at this stage, Frankie. After all, I am the one with the gun. You're not.

Frankie: You're working with Lucas?

Griffen: Right.

Frankie: And how does Michael Hudson fit in?

Griffen: It's a complicated story.

Frankie: He's trying to stop you, isn't he?

Griffen: He's consorting with the wrong people--people who would try to stop the cartel.

Frankie: What cartel?

Griffen: But it won't last much longer.

Frankie: What are you talking about?

Griffen: Well, I suppose since you're not going to be around much longer, I could fill you in. Michael Hudson is going to die.

Frankie: What?

Griffen: Lucas is going to kill him. You see, we don't like people trying to stop us. [Screams] [Sobbing] First Michael Hudson and then you, my dear.

Frankie: Oh, help! Somebody help me!

Jake: Donna, if we're gonna make this gala thing, you better get upstairs and get dressed. You went to see Michael, didn't you? What happened?

Donna: I'm such a fool.

Jake: No, you're not. Donna, what happened?

Donna: Well, you know he wanted me to hold off on the divorce. And I thought perhaps he changed his mind.

Jake: Changed his mind?

Donna: About the divorce.

Jake: Donna, I thought--

Donna: I got the divorce papers today, and all I have to do is sign, and this whole mess will be behind me. And then I thought about how much I loved him, but I can't love him. How can I love somebody who treats me like I'm an annoyance?

Jake: What did he do to you?

Donna: Nothing. That's why it hurts so much. He's indifferent to me and to our marriage, to the love that we shared together. It's like--it's like we never even shared a life together.

Jake: Then why does he want to delay the divorce?

Donna: I don't know. Taxes, probably. Something S... I'm so stupid.

Jake: No, you're not s--no, you're not.

Donna: I thought it was because maybe he missed me and--and he realized that he loved me, but that's not the reason at all. The reason that he's hurting me over and over again is because he enjoys it. I mean, he must enjoy it. He doesn't want me to come back, but he wants me to wait. You tell me why.

Jake: I can't.

Donna: I can't go to the gala. I'm sorry.

Jake: I understand.

Donna: You go ahead. Victoria's gonna be there--

Jake: Then what are you gonna do?

Donna: That's a very good question.

Jake: Tell you what. Why don't you go lie down?

Donna: Did Bridget come to pick up Mikey?

Jake: Yeah. Why don't you go lie down? I'll stay here.

Donna: No. No.

Jake: Donna, you may want to talk later. I'd like to be there.

Donna: I can't ask you to do that, Jake.

Jake: I started carrying one of these.

Donna: I've been crying so much the past two months that I think my eyelids are permanently swollen. Thank you. Well, I'm gonna go upstairs now. I really do think you should go. This is my problem. I have to deal with it by myself. I just wish I understood.

Jake: Donna... for what it's worth, this doesn't make a damn bit of sense to me either.

Arianne: I'll leave the box just before "The Firebird" begins. You'll be in the lobby ready to go. How did things go with Donna?

Michael: How do you think they went?

Arianne: Everything will be better after tonight, Michael.

Michael: So let's get this show on the road, all right?

Iris: Lucas, have you changed your mind about our engagement or what?

Lucas: Not now, Iris.

Liz: Iris, here are the notes about Oliv--

Iris: Oh, stuff them, Liz.

Sharlene: You think we better get our seats?

John: Yeah. Good idea.

Evan: Amanda, you look beautiful.

Amanda: Evan.

Vicky: We have to get our seats now.

Amanda: Excuse me.

Felicia: Iris, where's Luke?

Iris: I seem to have lost him.

Felicia: Is there something going on?

Iris: No. Yes. He's been acting very strangely.

Felicia: I saw him earlier, and I felt the same thing. I've been trying to find him ever since. I just... Luke. It's him.

Lucas: Iris, you have the introductory speech to make.

Iris: Look, Felicia says you've been acting strangely. Is there something wrong?

Lucas: Iris, I'm going in now. Are you coming with me or not?

Olivia: Griffen, Griffen, you're not dressed yet.

Griffen: How observant of you, Olivia.

Olivia: But you go on before me.

Griffen: Then stop delaying me so I can get ready.

Iris: Griffen.

Griffen: Iris, what is it now? I'm running late.

Iris: We have to make the welcoming presentation. I told you we were on a tight schedule.

Griffen: All right. Fine. I'll get changed later. Go.

Iris: Thank you and welcome. This is a very special occasion for all of us who have been associated with the arts in Bay City. This is the final performance in this historic old theater until the completion of an adjoining arts complex. Tomorrow the walls that are on the other side of this building will be pulled down. In its place will be erected a magnificent arts complex dedicated to song, dance, and drama. And of course, the centerpiece of that will be this fine old theater. We thank you so much for your generosity and your support. As you know, the Bay City Ballet will be in the forefront of our intriguing adventure. So with great pleasure I would like to introduce the new artistic director of the Bay City Ballet-Mr. Griffen Sanders.

Griffen: Good evening. Good evening. Thank you. Thank you. Tonight you're going to see various vignettes of various art forms--opera, drama, and of course, the dance. However, this is also a reminder for all of you to view the remarkable antique jewelry now on display in the Stafford Gallery. And now on with the festivities. This promises to be a night we will not soon forget.

[Applause]

[Music playing]

[Crowd cheering and applauding]

Griffen: You're up next. Knock 'em dead.

Olivia: Griffen, you were wonderful.

Griffen: Yes.

Olivia: Listen to the applause. They're calling you.

Griffen: Oh, no. Always leave them wanting more, darling. Always leave them wanting more.

Michael: Where are you going?

Arianne: I have one last call to make.

Michael: Plan was we stay here until "The Firebird" dance is almost over.

Arianne: This can't wait, Michael.

Michael: "The Firebird" dance is next.

Arianne: Be right back.

Arianne: Are you ready?

Lucas: Do I have a choice?

Arianne: None.

Lucas: Then I'm ready.

Arianne: Michael's in the box alone. He has no idea.

Lucas: If he did?

Arianne: You cannot delay this, Lucas. Do you understand me? Not if you want to find your daughter.

Lucas: Yes.

Donna: [Sobbing]

Frankie: Help me! Please! Just help me! Oh. Cass...

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