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Another World Transcript Tuesday 1/10/06

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[Gun shot]

[Olivia screams]

[Screaming and chatter]

Man: Doctor?

Woman: Oh, no, Olivia.

Rachel: No.

Ken: Stay down.

Rachel: What happened?

Ken: Looks like he has been shot.

Rachel: Griffen.

Ken: Let's make sure the shooting is over. Are you ok?

Rachel: Yes, I think so. Olivia--we need to get somebody to help Olivia--

Ken: Can we get a doctor? Come on, we're getting out of here.

Iris: Where's the gun? Where is Lucas? Have you seen Lucas?

Evan: No, I don't know where Lucas is, Iris. Vicky, Vicky?

Vicky: Yeah.

Evan: Listen, are you ok?

Vicky: Oh, whatever I am, I am a lot better than that guy.

Evan: All right, come on. Let's get out of here. Come on.

Sam: I don't believe it.

Amanda: I can't stop shaking.

Sam: Come on, it is Griffen Sanders. Let's get out of here.

[Crowd chattering]

Olivia: Is he--

Sharlene: Listen, John--

Olivia: Oh, God--

Sharlene: John will take care of him. John will take--it is all right, Olivia. Come here, honey. John's... it's ok.

John: Someone call an ambulance? Call the police. Hurry!

Michael: Lucas, what the hell is--

Felicia: Luke?

Lucas: Fanny, go away.

Felicia: Michael, are you are all right?

Michael: Yes I'm fine, thank you very much.

Lucas: Fanny, you got to get out of here.

Felicia: I'm not leaving until you explain to me what has happened.

Michael: Yeah, what the hell is going on, Lucas? And who was Sanders trying to kill?

Felicia: What?

Michael: Look, you walked into this booth with that gun at exactly the right time. I want to know what the hell is going on.

Lucas: You've been set up, Michael, from the inside.

Michael: What?

Felicia: What are the two of you talking about, please?

Michael: Arianne. Ar--

Iris: Excuse me, please. Move out of the way. Excuse me, I'm sorry.

Man: What happened? What happened?

Second man: What's going on?

Woman: I don't know what happened.

Policeman: The shot came from the box.

Second policeman: Everybody take it slow and easy. Don't panic!

[All yelling at once]

Man: Griffen Sanders!

Cass: Excuse me.

Man: Was he tall?

Caroline: What if it is one of those crazy people that's shooting at everybody

Cass: I do not think it was one of those random thugs.

Caroline: Why?

Cass: Listen, Caroline, would you mind waiting here for a couple of minutes, please?

Caroline: Where are you going?

Cass: I have to see about Frankie.

Caroline: Oh, right. Never mind me. You go and see Frankie.

Cass: Caroline, this is serious. She was Griffen's date tonight. Something might have happened to her.

Woman: Somebody said there was somebody up in the wings. Somebody said that there was a shot.

Second woman: Ok, but I don't think he's dead... ...part of the dance.

Woman: What's going on?

Second woman: I know he--

Iris: Michael? Michael!

Michael: Not now, Iris.

Iris: No, I just want to know if you have seen Lucas or Felicia. Michael!

Donna: I'm so glad you're here.

Jake: I'm not going anywhere.

Donna: I'm such a mess. I'm sorry.

Jake: You are absolutely beautiful.

Felicia: You did it, didn't you?

Lucas: Fanny--

Felicia: You shot Griffen.

Lucas: Fanny, you have got to get out of here.

Felicia: Why did you do it?

Lucas: Fanny, I don't want you involved in this.

Felicia: I don't care, Luke.

Felicia: Come on, the cops are going to be here any second--

Felicia: I only care about you. What was Michael talking about?

Lucas: I--I--nothing--

Felicia: A setup?

Lucas: Nothing, nothing.

Felicia: What, that Griffen was going to kill Michael?

Lucas: Leave it alone, Fanny.

Felicia: What, were you protecting Michael? This has something to do with our daughter, doesn't it, tell me--

Iris: Lucas? Oh, Lucas, you all right?

Iris: It is all over, it is all over, it's all over.

Iris: Oh, darling, I have been so frightened--

Policeman: Police! Do not move! Drop it, drop the gun. Drop it! Move!

Second policeman: Against the rail.

Iris: What do you think you're doing?

Second policeman: Spread them, spread them!

Iris: How dare you?

Policeman: He's our man. Cuff him.

Iris: No, stop it. This is an outrage.

[Crowd murmuring]

Rachel: I can't believe what happened.

Ken: Rachel, I'm going to get you out of here.

Rachel: What?

Mitch: Have you seen Felicia?

Rachel: No, not since before the performance. You can't find her?

Mitch: No, no, she was in her seat, and then she got up and left right before the shooting.

Rachel: She did?

Mitch: Yes, I need to find her. Are--are you ok?

Rachel: Mm-hmm.

Ken: She will be fine.

Rachel: Go on. Where is Matthew?

Ken: What?

Rachel: Matthew, my son, where is he?

Ken: I saw him. He was with Olivia's aunt.

Rachel: Well, where is he now?

Ken: Here they are.

Matt: Mom, are you all right?

Rachel: Yeah, I'm fine. What about Griffen?

Liz: Poor Olivia.

Matt: John Hudson is with him.

Liz: Right in the middle of her performance. She wasn't even able to take her bow--

Matt: She was terrific, aunt Liz. Everyone saw that.

Liz: This is supposed to be her big night. Now the only thing people are going to remember is that wretched man falling in front of her face. I have got to find her.

Rachel: Sharlene is with her, Liz.

Liz: An enormous comfort that must be. I'm going backstage.

Matt: Let's get--let's get our coats.

Evan: Excuse us.

Vicky: Oh, I'm glad my mother was not here. I mean, she can handle some things, but blood and dead bodies, she--

Evan: Hey, you ok?

Amanda: Yeah, well, I'm not great, but I will make it.

Vicky: Of course, you will make it. You weren't shot.

Evan: Amanda, where is Sam? Why isn't he taking care of you?

Amanda: He went to see if Olivia was all right.

Olivia: Oh!

Sam: It is ok, it is ok. It is just me.

Olivia: Sam? Oh, Sam. Oh.

Sam: You are ok. You're fine.

Olivia: It was horrible.

Sam: I know. It is all over.

Olivia: He was falling, and his face--

Sam: I know, I know, I know. Think about the positive. Think about your dancing.

Olivia: I cannot think about my dancing right now. Griffen might be--

Sam: Don't, don't, don't. I know that. Listen, I got to go find Amanda, ok?

Olivia: It was horrible.

Sam: I know that. I got to tell you, watching you dance "the firebird" was probably the most beautiful thing that I have ever seen. Come here, come here, it is ok. It is ok. Shh.

John: Are you ok?

Sharlene: I'm fine. I just--I'm worried about Olivia. She looks pretty strange, John.

John: She is all right. She is with Sam.

Cass: Have either of you seen Frankie?

John: No, I haven't.

Sharlene: No, why?

John: You're worried about her?

Caroline: Worried, he is downright panicked.

Cass: She was Griffen's date tonight.

Sharlene: Oh, that is right.

Cass: And considering what just happened to Griffen, I think I have a right to be panicked. I'm getting worried.

John: Where was she supposed to be?

Cass: I don't know. I assumed she was backstage with him.

John: Well, have you checked?

Cass: She's not there now.

Sharlene: What--wait. What about the ladies' room?

Cass: Could you take a look there, Caroline, please?

Sharlene: I will do it. I will go.

Cass: And I will check out the dressing room.

Caroline: I will go, too.

[Banging on door]

Frankie: Help! Somebody help me! Help!

[Sobbing] Why is it so quiet? Why is there no music? It must be too late. Something must have happened. Help me! Somebody, please!

[Crowd murmuring]

Man: Look, look, it's Lucas.

[Crowd murmuring]

Courtney: Did you read him his rights?

Lucas: Yes, everything by the book. Very efficient, professional.

Courtney: Ok, ok. Just stay close to me. Here we go.

Iris: Darling, I will see you at the police station, and do not worry, ok?

Mitch: Felicia? Excuse me. Felicia. I have been looking all over for you.

Felicia: Lucas shot Griffen. They have arrested him.

Mitch: Yes, I know.

Felicia: I'm going to the police station.

Mitch: Look, there's nothing you can do. Only his lawyer can help him.

Felicia: I'm going, Mitch. I have to find out why this happened.

Iris: Did you see that? They have arrested Lucas.

Rachel: I know. I know how upset you are.

Iris: We were going to make an announcement.

Rachel: About what, honey?

Iris: Never mind, it is not important now. Rachel, Lucas is not a murderer. I have got to go and see him.

Rachel: All right, I will go with you.

Iris: Thank you. You will?

Rachel: Yes, of course I will.

Ken: I will get the car.

Rachel: Listen, you do not have to be involved in this.

Ken: I will just drive you. That much involvement I can handle.

Rachel: Ok, thank you.

Iris: Yes, thank you, um?

Rachel: Oh, I'm sorry. This is Ken Jordan. This is Iris Wheeler--

Ken: How do you do?

Rachel: Mac's daughter.

Ken: Hi.

Iris: Jordan, Ken Jordan? I seem to remember the name...or recognize it.

Ken: It is a pretty common name. Listen, we better get out to the car before all these people jam the lot, huh?

Rachel: Yes, ok. Now, go on. Get your coat. Matthew?

Matt: Yeah.

Rachel: I'm going to the police station with Iris.

Matt: Yeah, I will stay and make sure aunt Liz and Olivia get home.

Rachel: Good idea.

[Crowd murmuring]

Amanda: ...We don't even know--

Courtney: Would you guys please excuse us? I need to ask Vicky a couple of questions.

Vicky: Me? Um, this sounds official.

Courtney: Oh, it will not take long.

Evan: Vicky, go ahead. We will be right here. Don't worry.

Amanda: I wonder what that was all about.

Evan: I don't know.

Amanda: This is all so awful. I just cannot get the picture of him falling on stage out of my mind.

Vicky: My father?

Courtney: Yeah, apparently he was in the box when Lucas shot Griffen.

Vicky: Well, so what?

Courtney: He disappeared. Have you seen him?

Vicky: No. Courtney, he has nothing to do with this.

Courtney: I did not say he did, but he may be our only witness. We have to find him.

[Metallic clink]

Arianne: Oh!

Michael: I will take that.

[Arianne grunting] No you don't. Come here. Come here. You...you.

[Both breathing heavily] No, no, no. You're not going anywhere.

Arianne: You wouldn't.

Michael: You move, and I will blow your head off.

Arianne: I guess you would.

Michael: That is right. Come here. Up against the car. Spread your feet. Put your hands up there. Why? Arianne, why did you set me up? You.

Arianne: You were in the way.

Michael: You were working both sides.

Arianne: You have gotten rusty, Michael.

Michael: I trusted you.

Arianne: Why wouldn't you? I saved your life more than once.

Michael: You saved my life a dozen times.

Arianne: Yeah. The good old days. We did have some good times, though, didn't we? I still wonder how we ever survived Singapore. It felt like we were up against 50 guns. I had never been that scared in my life.

Michael: Until now, huh?

Arianne: We got our man, though. That fat little drug-dealing toad never knew what hit him.

Michael: You pulled off a million to one shot that day--a million to one shot. Why did you contract out to hit me?

Arianne: Oh, no, I couldn't do it myself. Not you.

Michael: Well, that was a big mistake, Arianne, because you would not have missed.

Arianne: Remember Tangiers?

Michael: Hey, I do not want to talk about the past.

Arianne: You are wrong about me being the best, though. You were. The club had such high hopes for you--

Michael: The club, the club. I hate the club. Look what it's done to you.

Arianne: Michael, I'm the same. I was hoping to be a great deal richer, though.

Michael: You sold me out for money?

Arianne: I was so sick and tired of watching those fat cat drug dealers dining in French restaurants while I ate take-out food.

Michael: I don't believe this. You would have had me killed to get richer?

Arianne: Hey, thems the breaks, right?

Michael: But you were my friend.

Arianne: Oh, no. I was much more than that. I did not want this, Michael. But the club wanted you involved. And you got too close.

Michael: It wasn't the club. I got too close to your organization.

Arianne: You may be rusty, but you're still the best. You were about to find me out. I could not let that happen.

Michael: I let you talk me into coming back.

Arianne: Yeah. Well, you always were too sentimental.

Michael: Well, not anymore, Arianne. And not about you.

Arianne: So? What now?

Michael: You know what now.

Arianne: Yeah.

Michael: This is Hudson, the operation did not go as planned. We have had a little problem. I need some help. Send two guys right away.

Donna: I cannot believe this is happening.

Jake: It is happening.

[Struggling with locked door]

Frankie: Oh, why is it so quiet? Something must have happened. Oh, why is it so quiet? [Screams] [Panting]

Sharlene: She is not in the ladies' room.

Caroline: Nowhere.

Sharlene: And--

Caroline: She is nowhere.

Sharlene: None of the ushers remember having even seen her.

Caroline: So, where's Cass?

John: I don't know.

Caroline: She is probably off on some sleuthing expedition peeping through motel windows.

Sharlene: Well, that is a nice thing to say. I hope you're right.

Cass: Nothing. Nobody has seen her.

Caroline: Maybe she has gone home.

Cass: I doubt that very seriously. She never would have left before seeing Griffen's performance.

Sharlene: Wait, wait a second. I just thought of something.

Cass: What?

Sharlene: Cass, you have been trying to warn Frankie about Griffen, haven't you?

Cass: Every chance I got.

Sharlene: Well, today Lucas was out at the farm, and he tried to get Frankie to take a job out of town today.

Cass: Out of town?

Sharlene: Yes, away from Bay City.

Cass: What else did he say?

Sharlene: Well, I was not real cordial, so the conversation was not very long. But now that I think of it, I think Lucas was trying to warn Frankie.

Cass: I think I better talk to Lucas.

John: It is not going to be easy, Cass. They took him down to the police station. And if Sanders does not make it, they will charge Lucas with murder.

Policeman: One name. You got one name?

Lucas: Lucas. You want me to spell it for you?

Second policeman: You're a real wise guy, aren't you?

Lucas: Yeah, wise guy. That is the last thing I am.

Felicia: Courtney, Courtney. I have to talk to you.

Courtney: I am sorry, Felicia.

Felicia: Please, two minutes.

Courtney: I am way behind.

Felicia: Courtney, two minutes.

Courtney: One minute.

Felicia: I grew up with Lucas. I know him. I can vouch for his character.

Courtney: That's it?

Felicia: He would not shoot somebody in cold blood. There has to be more to it than that.

Courtney: I will get the facts and let you know.

Mitch: Any news?

Felicia: I talked to Courtney. I just hope she listened.

Mitch: Has Lucas been charged with anything?

Felicia: I don't know. I don't know anything yet.

Iris: Felicia, what are you doing here? What is happening?

Felicia: I don't know for sure. He's just sitting in there.

Iris: Well, does he have a lawyer?

Felicia: No, he is all alone.

Iris: Where's the phone?

Mitch: It is against the wall.

Rachel: Well, it looks like it is going to be a long night. Look, you do not have to stay.

Ken: It is all right. I haven't got anything better to do.

Rachel: I'm sure you have a million things to do.

Ken: They can wait.

Rachel: Look, it is fine. I can stay here. I can get myself home.

Ken: Are you sure?

Rachel: Yes, I'm fine.

Ken: All right, maybe I can find some work to do at the shop.

Rachel: Thank you very much. You've been very gracious this evening.

Ken: Well, I guess I won't be seeing you for awhile?

Rachel: Why not?

Ken: You're going to stay in Bay City, aren't you?

Rachel: No, I can be at work tomorrow.

Ken: Tomorrow? No, you stay here. You take as much time as you need.

Rachel: Thank you. Good night.

Ken: Good night.

Rachel: So, is there any news?

Mitch: No, no. But then again, I am not surprised that Lucas is in the middle of something like this.

Rachel: You know something?

Mitch: Yes, I know that he is trouble.

Felicia: You know, I'm so tired of hearing you say things like that.

Mitch: I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I did not mean to upset you.

Felicia: There is an explanation.

Rachel: I'm sure there is.

Felicia: And when Michael gets here, we will all know what it is.

Rachel: Michael Hudson?

Felicia: Yes. He was there. He saw what happened.

Iris: Michael did?

Felicia: Yes.

Courtney: Oh, I was looking for you, Michael.

Michael: Courtney.

Courtney: I will be with you as soon as I finish this.

Michael: Ah, wait, wait, wait. Just wait a second here, please.

Courtney: What?

Michael: I need to speak to Lucas alone. Just for a little while.

Courtney: Well, just don't take too long. They're taking Griffen Sanders to the hospital, and if he does not make it, the charge could be murder one.

Michael: I will not be long. Thank you.

Vicky: I just wish I knew where he was.

Evan: Do you want me to take you home?

Vicky: No, I want to find out where my father is.

Amanda: What do you think the police wanted with him?

Vicky: I don't know, Amanda. All I know is he was not involved in this.

Matt: Then why did they want to question him?

Vicky: He saw the shooting. The shooting--he--want to question him about the shooting--

Evan: Vicky, listen, why don't you call Donna and find out--

Vicky: No, no. I'm not going to call her until I find out exactly what happened, and then maybe I will call her. I don't believe this is happening to my father. I don't know why--

Amanda: There's Olivia.

Matt: Olivia, I'm sorry your evening had to end like this. Are you all right?

Olivia: Yes, I'm fine. Sam came and found me. It was weird. I could not move. I was standing there thinking about Griffen.

Matt: Ok, well let's get her out of here, ok?

Olivia: I would like that myself. Sam is bringing the car around.

Amanda: All right, we better go, then.

Liz: This has been a hideous night for you, darling. I don't want you to spend one more minute in this dreadful theater. You will stay at our house tonight, won't you?

Olivia: That would be good.

Liz: We will stay up all night. I will make hot chocolate.

Vicky: Olivia, your dance was wonderful. Everyone said so.

Olivia: Thank you. Thank you for coming.

Evan: Good night, Olivia.

Olivia: Good night.

Evan: Good night, Liz.

Olivia: Oh, I forgot my dance bag. I have to go back and get it.

Liz: I will go with you, darling.

Matt: Ok, I will wait for you out in the car.

Vicky: You know what? Stay here a minute, will you? I am just going to go see if he is at the police station, all right? I will be right back.

Evan: All right, don't worry. I will be right here.

Evan: Amanda? I just want you to know that I wish I was the one that was going home with you tonight, to hold you and comfort you--

Amanda: You cannot be.

Evan: Even though we both know how much we want it?

Amanda: I have got to go.

Evan: One day you're going to come to me.

Vicky: Ok. He is there.

Evan: Do you want me to take you to see him?

Vicky: No, Courtney said he is going to be tied up all night. Why don't--why don't you say we blow this popsicle stand, go get a drink, huh?

Evan: Ok. Well, you're on.

Vicky: Oh, good. I think we both deserve a drink after tonight, don't you?

Evan: Yeah.

Vicky: Thank you.

Evan: At least it was not boring.

Vicky: I would've taken boring.

Courtney: Guys, could you give them some privacy?

Second policeman: Sure.

Michael: All right, what the hell is going on, all right? I knew something was wrong here. I knew it. I could smell it.

Lucas: Oh, it smelled all right.

Michael: I just did not have enough information to put it together.

Lucas: Now you do?

Michael: I got Arianne in custody.

Lucas: Custody--what does that mean? A suite at the Ritz?

Michael: It means the organization is debriefing her, and when they get done, she is going to get put away for a long time.

Lucas: What about me? You going to put me away, too?

Michael: I don't know. Why did you save my life?

Lucas: Because I like you better than that.

Michael: Come on, there's more to it than that.

Lucas: Is there?

Michael: Yeah, Griffen was only the backup.

Lucas: He was a lot of things.

Michael: Yeah, he was. How long have you known Arianne was working both sides?

Lucas: Yesterday. But I don't know how long she had been giving orders.

Michael: How did you get in so deep?

Lucas: Doesn't matter.

Michael: Yes, it matters. It matters because I've seen your profile, I've gotten to know you just a little bit over the last couple of weeks, and I got to tell you, you're not a hit man.

Lucas: You're right. I'm not.

Michael: So how did they buy you, man? How?

Lucas: My daughter.

Michael: What?

Lucas: Fanny's and my child. They said they knew where she was, and that we would never see her.

Michael: Arianne has the information?

Lucas: I don't know. I could not take that chance.

Michael: I will find out everything I can from Arianne.

Lucas: Please. I would appreciate it, Michael.

Courtney: Ok, gentlemen. You have had more than enough time now. What is going on?

Michael: Courtney, come here for a second. Lucas is not a killer. Griffen was the assassin. Lucas shot him when Griffen was trying to shoot me.

Courtney: Wait, wait, wait. Let's go back here. Let's take it from the beginning, ok?

Michael: Fine, we will take it from the beginning. But let's make this quick, because I have a very important date after this is over.

Jake: You ok?

Donna: What have we done?

Jake: Look at me. This is something we both wanted. You know that.

Donna: It is just--

Jake: No regrets. No regrets. It happened. It is ok. Matter of fact, it is better than ok.

[Laughs]

Donna: I'm a married woman.

Jake: No, Michael gave that up. You have every right to be happy.

Donna: I do, don't I?

[Both laugh]

Jake: No guilt.

Donna: I needed you.

Jake: We needed each other.

Donna: Just as simple as that, wasn't it?

Jake: And it was exciting. And great.

Donna: Really? Really?

Jake: You are even better looking when you are pleased with yourself.

Donna: You are so bad. You are so bad.

Jake: You're beautiful.

Donna: Dynamite? Dynamite. Dynamite.

Jake: Dynamite.

[Door unlocks]

Liz: At first, I thought it was all part of the dance. You never let me attend the rehearsals no matter how many times that I asked.

Olivia: Aunt Liz, the rehearsals are closed--

Liz: You know me. I get carried away by the ballet.

Olivia: Yes, well, it was quite a debut in Bay City, isn't it?

Liz: Well, I am not familiar with the dance of "the firebird," and so I just assumed that man was supposed to fall down there right in front of you.

Olivia: What?

Liz: I thought he was pretending to die.

Olivia: Pretending?

Liz: I did not realize that that poor soul had been shot right there in the theater just like President Lincoln.

Olivia: Where is Matthew with the car?

Liz: I did not even realize people were hysterical around me. I guess I'm getting used to it-- shrieking in the theater with those shows like "Midnight on Maple Street" and "Nightmare--"

Olivia: Aunt Liz, enough. For God's sakes, can you just be quiet?

Liz: What did I say?

Olivia: All the wrong things. You always do.

Liz: Always? I did not know you felt like that.

Olivia: Can you not understand how I feel? Do you not realize that Griffen is important in my life... that I care about him, and that he cared about me and my dancing? That he was someone I look up to and respected and admired?

Liz: Yes, I do realize that. I do realize that. That is why I am so terribly concerned about you. That is why I was talking. You know, to cheer you up.

Olivia: By talking like some tabloid reporter?

Liz: I'm sorry.

Olivia: This was supposed to be the most important night of my career.

Liz: I know, I know. That is why I am so dreadfully upset for you. I really am.

Olivia: You have the worst way of showing it.

Liz: I do. I always have had a hard time letting someone know I love them and I wanted what was best for them. I guess you know that.

Olivia: Yeah. I suppose I do.

Liz: Well, you know, maybe I will find a better way to show it some day.

Olivia: I do love you, aunt Liz.

Liz: I love you, too. Now, I will not say another word about tonight if you will promise me something.

Olivia: What?

Liz: That you're not going to be discouraged.

Olivia: I don't know--

Liz: Don't--let me finish. In spite of what has happened, you're going to go on with your dancing.

Olivia: I wish that I could promise you that, but right now, I cannot even imagine getting back on that stage.

Liz: You have to, Olivia. You have too unique a talent to let it go to waste.

Olivia: Spoken like a truly prejudiced aunt.

Liz: You have a future as a dancer. You're not going to let anything stand--oh, well. There I am. Pushy person again.

[Both chuckle] Well, I don't care. I'm going to let it stand. Nothing is going to get in your way.

Felicia: I hate this. We should have learned something by now.

Rachel: Courtney knows we're out here waiting. She'll let us know as soon as she knows anything.

Mitch: Where's your boss?

Rachel: Wasn't any point in him spending half the night here.

Mitch: Well, there's no point in any of us waiting. If they're going to question Lucas, we're going to be here all night.

Felicia: I cannot leave until I talk to him.

Mitch: I know this is not easy on you, but Lucas is obviously not the person that he pretended to be.

Felicia: My God, Mitch. You know nothing about him. Nothing.

Cass: What is happening down here? Is there any word about Frankie?

Rachel: What about Frankie? What is wrong with her?

Cass: She is missing. I have to talk to Lucas.

Iris: Well, you can forget about that. They're still in there questioning him.

Rachel: Michael's with him.

Iris: It's going to be a long night. No, Michael left.

Felicia: What?

Iris: Yes, he left.

Felicia: No, he did not come out this way. We were right here.

Iris: Two police brought him out while you were talking to Courtney. Anyway, I questioned the young officer.

Felicia: He did not say anything to us.

Iris: Perhaps you do not ask him nicely.

Rachel: What did he say, Iris?

Iris: He said that Griffen Sanders might be dead.

Policeman: If a Cass Winthrop's here, he has got a phone call.

Cass: Yeah, that is me. That might be Sharlene with some news. Excuse me.

Cass: Hello? Sharlene, did you find her? What about the law office? Ok, well look, I'll-- I will come up with something. Try not to worry, all right? Ok, bye. Where the hell is she?

Frankie: [Yelling] Where is everybody? Help! Somebody help me!

[Grunting]

[Coughing]

[Groans] Oh, it's gross. Griffen is obviously not coming back for me tonight. I will just stay here until morning. Somebody's going to find me then, right? Right.

Man: All that's going to be left is one big hole.

Jake: You hungry?

Donna: No.

Jake: I'm starving.

Donna: I'm sure there is plenty to eat in the refrigerator.

Jake: Tell you what. I'm going to order us a sausage pizza no, scratch that. You want a healthy pizza. Let's get one with broccoli and alfalfa sprouts.

Donna: No, no, no, no.

Jake: Do you want me to leave?

Donna: Mm-hmm. I think I ought to be alone now.

Jake: Ok, I will leave. And I don't want you to be confused about what happened. This was not a mistake. It was right. I haven't felt this good in I don't know how long.

Donna: Me, too.

Jake: You know something? You are absolutely incredible in every way.

[Doorbell rings]

[Banging on door]

Donna: What on earth?

Michael: Donna? Donna, open up! Donna, it is me. I can--it is over. I can explain everything. Donna? Donna? Donna?

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