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Another World Transcript Tuesday 1/17/06
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Stacey: Ok, Winston and Largent is what I need. It's got to be here.
Cass: Hey, put that down. Hey, hey.
Stacey: Did you give this to Frankie?
Cass: You can't read that.
Stacey: Yes, I can. "To Frankie, who makes me look forward to tomorrow."
Cass: Give it--
Stacey: Oh, Cass, you wrote this?
Cass: Would you please give that to me?
Stacey: Wow. You must really be serious.
Frankie: Say hey. Oh, not bad.
Sharlene: Oh, how are you?
Frankie: Fine. Good as new. Bought yourself a wig, huh?
Sharlene: No, no.
Frankie: Let's see how it looks, come on.
Sharlene: [Stammers] Oh, I get it.
Sharlene: You bought this.
Sharlene: You--and then you put it in this drawer.
Frankie: What do you mean?
Sharlene: Oh, come on, Frankie. Don't--don't give me that little Miss Innocent look.
Frankie: Sharlene, why would I buy a red wig and then stick it in your drawer?
Sharlene: You must have.
Frankie: No, I swear.
Sharlene: Then how did it get here?
Iris: Memo from Iris Wheeler to heads of the department. Re: Press Conference Lucas. Since the death of Griffen Sanders, there have been many questions, particularly concerning Lucas' part in it, so I've decided to call a press conference for this afternoon. I have invited various members of the press--selected members of the press. There will be myself, Lucas, and members of the staff--
Mitch: I heard about the press conference.
Iris: Really? Well, in that case, you won't need a copy of the memo.
Mitch: Are you planning on having Lucas continue to work here?
Iris: Certainly. Are you concerned about that?
Mitch: Yes, I am. I think you're crazy for doing that.
Iris: Well, that's succinct.
Mitch: You know, when you find out what really went on, the whole story comes out on this, Lucas is going to be in big trouble.
Iris: How do you know about that?
Mitch: Iris, he killed a guy. The guy that he killed was an art thief who was involved with the cartel. Think about it. Your boyfriend is in the middle of a big mess.
Felicia: Hi, come on in. Did you find out anything more about our daughter--
Lucas: No, I didn't.
Felicia: Well, I mean, there must be something.
Lucas: There's nothing, Fanny.
Lucas: I came here for something else. I came to say good-bye.
Frankie: I don't understand.
Sharlene: Neither do I.
Frankie: Somebody else would not buy you a wig.
Sharlene: They must have. Now, Frankie, come on. You did this, didn't you?
Frankie: No. I keep telling you no.
Sharlene: You're always trying to get me to change the color of my hair, Frankie--
Frankie: Now, wait a minute. The day of the gala, as I was leaving, you kept telling me how pretty my red hair was.
Sharlene: But I would not have gone out and bought myself a red wig.
Frankie: And why not? You probably look wonderful in it. Now, try it on.
Sharlene: I don't know.
Frankie: Come on.
Sharlene: No, Frankie, this is crazy.
Frankie: Sharlene, would you put the thing on--
Sharlene: Somebody else must have bought this. I would never have bought this.
Frankie: Ok. Ok, I'm sorry. Somebody else must have, then.
Frankie: Josie's home?
Sharlene: Oh, Frankie. Oh, come on, Frankie, you know what must have happened? This--it probably came from one of her photo sessions, and it came to the wrong address.
Frankie: Yes, right. I should have thought of that.
Sharlene: Well... I'm sorry.
Frankie: How did it end up in the drawer?
Frankie: John. John must have put it away.
Sharlene: Oh, no. I--no, I hope he doesn't think that I bought this.
Frankie: Oh, Sharlene, aren't you gonna try it on?
Sharlene: No, of course not. I might stretch it out, Frankie, and then Josie would have to explain what happened.
Frankie: Hey, how is Josie doing?
Sharlene: Well, when I talked to her yesterday, she said she was one day away from freedom.
Frankie: Hey, completely healed, huh?
Sharlene: I guess so.
Frankie: So when do we get to see the new schnoz?
Sharlene: I'm not sure 'cause she says she doesn't want anybody to see her until all the bruises are gone.
Frankie: Not even her own mother?
Sharlene: Well, I know she wants to be independent, but she could have at least let me bring her a few meals.
Frankie: You worried about how she's gonna look?
Sharlene: No. She seems happy.
Frankie: She's probably even prettier.
Frankie: So what's the problem?
Sharlene: I didn't say there was a problem.
Frankie: Yes, but you've been frowning ever since we started talking about it.
Sharlene: This plastic surgery was so unnecessary.
Frankie: Well, obviously, Josie doesn't think so.
Sharlene: Well, I don't like her working on herself that way.
Frankie: What way?
Sharlene: Like she isn't good enough. I don't know how to help her.
Frankie: Maybe she doesn't need any.
Sharlene: Yes, she does. Sometimes... sometimes I feel as though I'm losing her, like Lucas is taking her away from me.
Iris: Ok, Lucas might have made some mistakes in the past.
Mitch: In the past? You mean like last week?
Iris: I would have thought you'd be the last person to condemn a man because of his past.
Mitch: Iris, the gang that he was involved with was stealing art. They were selling it to drug dealers. They were laundering millions of dollars.
Iris: Ah, the key word is "they." They used him, and when he found out about it, he attempted to break away.
Mitch: And you believe that?
Iris: Lucas is a very creative man.
Mitch: Yes, I'm sure the cartel thought so.
Iris: Look, he put dozens of companies on the map, and he helped me launch the most successful magazine in 20 years.
Mitch: Yes, and you just happen to be in love with him.
Iris: Oh, meaning?
Mitch: Meaning when it comes to Lucas, you can hardly be objective.
Iris: Mitch, "love" is a word I don't use very much.
Mitch: You don't?
Iris: Well, not romantic love. I am far too realistic to deal in emotions that are complicated and fickle like that.
Mitch: Ah, I see.
Iris: And the point is it would not affect my judgment.
Iris: Yes. You see, I have only ever really loved two people in my whole life--that is, blindly and unconditionally--my father and my son. That is the only kind of love that lasts--parents and children.
Mitch: I thought we were talking about Lucas.
Iris: Lucas is a genius.
Mitch: He's also a criminal.
Iris: And whatever I feel about him, it does not affect my judgment. If I thought he was a liability to this firm, he'd be out on his ear no matter what I feel.
Iris: Yes? What? Oh, that's wonderful. Could you send her in, please? It's Josie.
Mitch: I'll be going.
Iris: No, why don't you stay? You must be dying to see her now that she's had that operation. Ah!
Felicia: What's wrong, Luke?
Lucas: This is nothing about the things being wrong, Fanny.
Felicia: Then I don't understand. Are you going away?
Lucas: I don't know. That's up to the D.A.
Felicia: You're not going to jail. I mean, you saved Michael's life.
Lucas: I also killed a man, Fanny.
Felicia: But you didn't have a choice in that.
Lucas: That doesn't cancel out the other things I've done.
Felicia: He was a criminal, like, a killer. You did what you had to do.
Lucas: Look, even if the D.A. clears me, I still may have to leave town. If the cartel puts out a hit on me, I'd have to disappear anyway.
Felicia: Oh, there's no reason to think they will, is there?
Lucas: I don't know. I don't even know how I feel about anything. All I do know is that even if I could stay here in Bay City, even if everything was exactly as it was before, I would still have to say good-bye.
Felicia: What are you saying?
Lucas: Fanny, I can't involve you in this anymore. This is the last time we're gonna talk.
Felicia: You can't do this.
Lucas: I have to do it for both of us.
Felicia: How dare you walk in here and make an announcement like this?
Lucas: I'm sorry, Fanny.
Felicia: You're sorry? I'm your friend. We have a child together, Luke.
Lucas: I'm afraid we're gonna have to give up on that search.
Felicia: What are you talking about? You said those people have information on her.
Lucas: I spoke to Arianne. It was a bluff just so I'd follow orders. She never had anything. Never.
Felicia: No, I am not giving up. I am not giving up on finding her.
Felicia: And I am not giving up on you, either.
Frankie: I think you're overreacting to this, Sharlene.
Sharlene: Am I?
Frankie: Yeah, when I was Josie's age, I changed everything about myself--my hair, my clothes, my makeup, my name, my signature. It's part of growing up, you know.
Sharlene: I don't know why I'm feeling this way.
Frankie: Because you're her mother, and you love her just the way she is, and you don't want her messing up what you and nature have made.
Sharlene: I don't know. Maybe I'm overreacting because of the hypoglycemia.
Frankie: Now, are you eating right?
Sharlene: Yes, I'm eating right. I am. But I still feel jittery sometimes. It's almost as though...
Sharlene: You know, I finally have everything I've ever wanted. John loves me. We're married. We have a nice home here. We have friends, family.
Frankie: Yeah? You're scared.
Sharlene: Yeah. Yeah, I mean, it's--it's awful. I feel like I'm waiting for something awful to happen.
Frankie: Whoa. Yeah. Boy, do I know that feeling.
Sharlene: Frankie, this is--it's terrible. You know, here I am. I should be grateful, and I'm scared.
Frankie: Typical Frame reaction. Always expect the worst.
Sharlene: Is that it? 'Cause, you know, Janice was that way.
Frankie: Yeah, I know. My Mom, too.
Sharlene: So did it ever cross your mind, did you ever think maybe it was in the genes?
Frankie: What--all the women in our family?
Sharlene: Yeah, maybe we just attract trouble.
Frankie: Well, Cass and I had the best night last night. He was--he was wonderful. Then he drove me home, and all I could think of was, "ok, what's gonna go wrong now?"
Sharlene: We're not supposed to be happy?
Frankie: Yeah. We're doomed.
Cass: I just don't want to jinx it, ok?
Stacey: Cass, how are you gonna jinx things with Frankie if you just tell me how serious it is--
Cass: I don't want to talk about it!
Stacey: Ok, I don't want to hear about it.
Cass: Well, maybe I'll talk about it a little.
Stacey: Ah, good.
Cass: Things seem to have picked up since that building fell on us.
Stacey: Yeah, well, things like that have a way of bringing people closer together.
Cass: Yeah, obviously, I don't expect everything to be perfect.
Stacey: No, no, but you expect the occasional smile from someone whose life you just saved, right?
Cass: Yeah, right. Can you believe I did that, Stace? I went into that building knowing full well it was about to blow.
Stacey: I know. You should have seen the look on the foreman's face.
Cass: Talk about blind.
Stacey: You weren't blind. God, you were being really heroic.
Cass: Though I know that's how I appeared, I'm not the hero type, Stace. You know.
Stacey: Oh, gee, I'm shocked.
Cass: Just knock it off, ok?
Stacey: Cass, the fact is you were being very brave.
Cass: All I could think about was Frankie.
Stacey: Oh, that sounds like love.
Cass: Oh, will you stop with that? "Oh, that sounds like love."
Stacey: It does!
Cass: You sound so foolish.
Cass: And like I said, I don't want to jinx it, ok. I gotta tell you about last night; you won't believe this.
Stacey: What happened last night?
Cass: This guy came last night--wait a second. You're gonna love it. Hello? Cass Winthrop. Oh, yes, Mr. Levinson, how are we today? Oh, no. Oh, that's rough. Having a partner that's not honest with you is a terrible thing. Well, actually, sir, that's not my specialty. Yes, sir, I'm aware of the fact that our firm is on retainer with you, but... Mr. Levinson, now don't get your blood pressure going here. We don't have to yell. I'll see what I can do about it, ok? All right, sir, today. Ok? Good-bye, sir.
Stacey: Let me guess what happened. Mr. Levinson's partner--
Cass: Mr. Barlow.
Stacey: Mr. Barlow, who never breathed an honest breath in his life, has once again temporarily tied up some corporate funds?
Cass: You got it.
Stacey: Aha, and he wants you to mediate.
Cass: No, he wants me to threaten and cajole.
Stacey: Cass, the guy's a thug.
Cass: You think I don't know that?
Stacey: So what are you gonna do?
Cass: Well, I may be brave, but I'm not stupid.
Stacey: Well, that's--
Derek: Hey, how are you?
Stacey: Hi, Derek.
Cass: Derek! Hey, have I got a job for you.
Derek: Hiya, Cass. You feeling ok? Job? A job?
Felicia: Luke, I'm not going to watch you walk away.
Lucas: Fanny, I don't want my troubles rubbing off on you.
Felicia: You really think that I would just let you walk out of here, especially because you're in trouble? I thought you knew me better than that.
Lucas: I have other people I can turn to.
Felicia: Well, you have me, too.
Lucas: Fanny, I should have never involved you in this. I should have never involved you in this fantasy--
Felicia: It's not a fantasy. We'll find her. Now, look at me. Look at me. We'll find her.
Lucas: Maybe she's dead. Maybe she's been dead for years.
Felicia: Maybe she's alive. Maybe she's happy and beautiful, and maybe she wants to find out who we are.
Lucas: It's too late for that.
Felicia: Stop saying that, Luke.
Lucas: It's too late for us.
Lucas: It's too late for us to be parents, to be a family.
Felicia: That's not true.
Lucas: Fanny, I've been nothing but trouble to you ever since I've come back into your life.
Felicia: That's not true, either.
Lucas: When I got here, you were a happily married woman.
Felicia: My problems with Mitch have nothing to do with you.
Lucas: At Sharlene's wedding, you told me you had made a choice.
Felicia: I know what I said.
Lucas: You were right. I'm getting out of your life for good.
Felicia: No, Luke.
Lucas: It's got to be this way--
Felicia: Listen to me. Listen to me please. Ok. Ok, I was--I was disappointed when I--when I found out about your past, but it doesn't change how I feel about you.
Lucas: The thing is, I don't care how else I ruin my life. But not you. You're the only thing I ever loved.
Felicia: Then don't walk away from me, Luke.
Lucas: It's got to be this way.
Sharlene: I didn't mean to sound that negative.
Frankie: Look what happened to me.
Sharlene: That wasn't your fault.
Frankie: Yeah, maybe it was.
Sharlene: Frankie, you did not make a psychopath lock you in the basement of a building that was gonna be blown up.
Frankie: But the question is, Sharlene, why didn't I know Griffen was a psychopath?
Sharlene: How could anybody know?
Frankie: Are you kidding? Back in Chicago, a weirdo like that--I'd have read him in a minute. I'm losing my instincts. And why didn't I at least listen to Cass when he tried to warn me?
Sharlene: Because you were upset with him.
Frankie: We got close, and that scared me.
Frankie: Because it makes you lose your instincts. Almost got all of us killed.
Sharlene: It wasn't your fault.
Frankie: What really happened, Sharlene?
Sharlene: What really happened? You fell for the guy. That's what happened, and when that happens, it's like putting a magnet next to a compass. Everything goes haywire.
Frankie: Ew, that's scary.
Sharlene: Not necessarily. Now, come on. Let's stop acting so gloomy. You are not jinxed, and I am not crazy.
Frankie: So we're both fine?
Frankie: You've gotta be kidding.
Sharlene: We're almost fine.
Sharlene: We're two lucky ladies, and we have two great guys who love us.
Frankie: It's a nice feeling.
Frankie: But not now.
Frankie: I'm not ready to be in love.
Sharlene: And when did you decide that?
Frankie: Last night. Now I have to figure out a way to tell Cass.
Cass: And this man is not a pushover for legal double-talk. Believe me.
Derek: Oh, I do.
Cass: But as soon as he sees you, he's gonna know we speak the same language, if you get my drift, and then he'll put the money back where he got it.
Derek: All right, I think I understand.
Cass: Hey, great. And I'll pay you for accompanying me. I'll pay you generously.
Derek: Good. Excuse me.
Stacey: You gonna order Chinese food?
Derek: Oh, no, no. I'm trying to figure out how much to charge here. Column A. Intimidation: 50 bucks. Column B. Minor roughing up: 100 bucks.
Cass: Hey, Derek--
Derek: Column C. Broken bone: 500 bucks!
Stacey: No, Cass didn't mean anything violent--
Cass: Absolutely not, no violence.
Derek: Oh, I think I know just exactly what you want, Cass. You want one goon to threaten another goon, huh?
Stacey: Derek, no.
Cass: I never meant to imply that that's what I thought of you.
Derek: I know what you meant to imply, Cass. You see me the same way everybody else sees me--some big animal, lots of muscle, no brains, huh?
Stacey: That's not true at all--
Cass: That's not the way I think of you. I've never thought of you in that way--
Derek: Oh, come on, man. You don't have to lie. I'm used to it by now.
Stacey: Cass didn't say anything like that. Tell him.
Cass: Anybody who thinks you're a goon obviously hasn't heard you quote Shakespeare or Dickens.
Derek: Thanks for the job offer, Cass, but no thanks.
Cass: Oh, come on, Derek--
Stacey: Please don't take it this way, Derek--
Derek: I really can't go intimidate anyone for you anyway. I gotta go bounce people out of the Pelican so excuse me.
Stacey: Derek. Cass, he's been sensitive lately as to the way people see him.
Cass: Yeah, I kind of got that.
Stacey: Probably has to do with the fact that he and I are so different.
Cass: Well, things haven't picked up there enough--
Stacey: Well, I figured when Jamie went on vacation, things would get a little easier.
Cass: But you still love him, right?
Stacey: Yes, I love him. The question is, is that enough?
Cass: It's a terrific question. Have you got the answer, too?
Stacey: No. Better go talk to him, though.
Josie: Do you really like it?
Iris: Oh, I think it's wonderful. It's absolutely wonderful.
Mitch: I have a feeling the camera's gonna even love you more.
Josie: Oh, I hope so. I've been so worried.
Iris: Well, there's no need to worry anymore. Oh, and Lucas will be very pleased.
Josie: Is he all right?
Mitch: He's doing better than Griffen Sanders is.
Josie: Yeah, I heard about the shooting.
Iris: Well, thank you for asking, darling. Some people don't realize how bad he feels about it.
Josie: I saw the paper yesterday, that article about, well, all the unanswered questions.
Iris: Now, don't you pay any attention to that nonsense. Lucas is gonna come back stronger than ever.
Josie: I hope so.
Mitch: I'll be on my way. Have you seen Matthew yet?
Josie: No, you two are my first stop.
Mitch: Well, you look great.
Mitch: Good luck with the press conference.
Iris: Thank you. I'm sorry you don't agree with my stand.
Mitch: I just have a feeling I probably won't be alone. Welcome back.
Josie: Thank you.
Iris: You look fantastic.
Iris: Now, listen, none of that insecurity, ok?
Josie: Well, all the time I was healing, every time I passed by a mirror, all I could think about was what Lucas was gonna say.
Iris: He's going to be very pleased.
Josie: But he's a perfectionist.
Iris: I can see you won't be satisfied till you talk to him yourself.
Iris: Oh, heavens. Excuse me. Yes? Oh, really? Yes. Send him in. Well, are you ready for the inspection?
Iris: Ha ha ha, Lucas is on his way.
Josie: Oh, no. No, I'm not ready. My hair--
Iris: Calm down.
Josie: My makeup--
Iris: Calm down.
Lucas: Hi. Oh, hi. You look terrific. We need to talk.
Lucas: We need to talk.
Iris: Oh, what about Josie? I mean, she's been anxiously waiting to see you.
Lucas: Oh, I'm sorry. Doctors did a good job. You look nice.
Josie: Do--do you really think so?
Lucas: Sure, sweetheart. But could you give me a couple of minutes? I need to talk to Iris.
Josie: I--I was--
Josie: I was hoping that--that we could--we could talk.
Lucas: I'm sorry, honey, but not today.
Josie: But it's just I've been cooped up in that apartment, and so much has happened.
Lucas: Ok, sure, I'd love to talk but not right now, ok? Why don't you give me a call at the end of the day, and we'll talk. How's that?
Iris: Hey, listen. Why don't you come to the press conference at 5:00? That'll give us an opportunity to get some photographs done, ok?
Josie: All right. What should I wear?
Iris: Well, what you've got on. You look smashing.
Josie: Ok. Good-bye, Lucas.
Lucas: So long. You look terrific.
Iris: Bye. Oh, darling, I wish you'd give her some attention. I mean, she was so vulnerable--
Lucas: What if I give you a little attention?
Iris: Mm. Mm. Mm. What was that for?
Lucas: Well, I was thinking about what you--what you were talking about.
Iris: And what was I talking about?
Lucas: Look, I don't--I don't know why you want me. I know that I'm not exactly a particularly nice guy, but you know--
Iris: Lucas, what are you trying to say?
Lucas: I think you're right, Iris. I think we'd make a very good team.
Iris: Lucas, ask me.
Lucas: Yeah. I want you to marry me.
Iris: God, I never actually... thought I'd hear you say that.
Lucas: I'll get down on one knee and do it right if you want.
Iris: Oh, would you?
Lucas: Listen, I'll understand if you say no. I know I'm no bargain.
Iris: Have you heard me complaining?
Lucas: Yes. No, but seriously, Iris, we're not kids. We understand it takes more than love to make a marriage work.
Iris: Yeah, but that helps.
Lucas: Yes, but it also helps to have mutual respect and understanding.
Iris: Well, that's true, of course.
Lucas: Ok, maybe we don't hear bells when we look at each other, but we know that's not the only ingredient.
Iris: No, of course not. Of course not.
Iris: After the last few days, you've probably developed a very different opinion of me.
Iris: No, not so different.
Lucas: Well, I see myself in a brand-new light. I'm not that island that I thought I was. I need people. I need stability.
Iris: Couldn't that be boring?
Lucas: Being married to you could never be boring.
Iris: I'm not sure whether to take that as a compliment.
Lucas: Iris, we'll work together. We want the same things--
Iris: ...Same things and we go after them.
Lucas: We could be very happy.
Lucas: Now, listen, you don't give me an answer right now if you don't want to. Just think about it, please.
Iris: You know I will.
Mitch: Don't you look terrific?
Felicia: I do?
Mitch: Yes, actually, you look better than terrific.
Mitch: In fact, I was thinking on the way home maybe we could stop by Chez Louis, have a bite to eat, some candlelight, maybe even have a dance.
Felicia: Sounds lovely.
Mitch: Good. Then let's do it.
Mitch: What time?
Felicia: Any time is fine.
Mitch: What's wrong?
Felicia: Nothing. Let's not talk about it, ok?
Mitch: Look, I wish things wouldn't have ended up this way.
Felicia: Ended? Oh, yeah, that.
Mitch: Look, and I know you wanted to believe in Lucas, but my major concern since he came to town was that he would end up hurting you.
Felicia: Luke is not the only one who has hurt me.
Mitch: I know you're talking about Rachel and me, but the book is closed on that.
Felicia: Boy, I'd sure like to believe that, Mitch.
Mitch: Where are you going?
Mitch: Felicia, where?
Felicia: To get a little air. Ok?
Josie: Mama! Mama?
Sharlene: Josie! I don't believe it. I'll be right down.
Josie: Well, what do you think?
Derek: What are you doing here?
Stacey: I wanted to talk to you.
Derek: Ok. A few minutes anyway.
Stacey: Look, I'm really sorry if Cass offended you when he offered you that job.
Derek: Forget it.
Stacey: He was in a bad situation, and he saw you as the perfect guy to help him out. That is all.
Derek: I know. He sees me the way everybody else sees me.
Stacey: You know, storming out of the place and slamming the door like that doesn't exactly run counter to that image.
Stacey: You could have stayed and talked it through.
Derek: And things would have changed?
Stacey: Yeah, of course they would have.
Derek: Dream on.
Stacey: They would.
Derek: Just because I look like I look doesn't mean that I enjoy intimidating people.
Stacey: Nobody was saying that.
Derek: Yeah, well, one of the first things you learn on the street is how to avoid people like that, not imitate them.
Stacey: Derek, you're not listening to me.
Derek: You know, I hate violence. And I hate that part of me that can be that way. And if you understand me at all, you've gotta understand that.
Stacey: I do.
Derek: You do?
Derek: Sometimes I wonder.
Stacey: You wonder what?
Derek: If you really know me at all.
Derek: Look, I gotta move these boxes out of here before the happy-hour crowd comes pouring in. So...
Stacey: Will I see you tonight?
Derek: Maybe. I'll call you.
Cass: Frankie. I was just calling you.
Cass: You know, this is really hard to believe.
Cass: No, no, no. You walking into my office of your own free will.
Frankie: Yeah, right.
Cass: No tricks, no traps. I didn't even have to get somebody to lock you in.
Frankie: Let's not use locked in.
Cass: Yeah, right. Things are definitely beginning to look up here. Hi. Oh, I could get used to this very easily. You know that?
Frankie: We have to talk.
Cass: Oh, right. Absolutely right. Sorry. It's just that I'm not used to seeing you and being this close to you without you boring holes through me. I must have gotten carried away. Here it's just the middle of the afternoon. So what are you doing tonight?
Frankie: I'm serious; we have to talk.
Cass: Me, too. Very, very serious. I think we should go out tonight and celebrate.
Frankie: You don't seem to be getting the picture here. This is crucial. It's about us.
Cass: Oh, I love it when you talk about us.
Frankie: No, Cass.
Frankie: No. I--we can't do it this way.
Cass: Well, I could clear off the desk or the pinball machine--
Frankie: Cass, I mean it. I want to talk.
Cass: Right. Talk.
Frankie: That's what I'm here for.
Cass: Sorry, I forgot.
Frankie: You sit there.
Cass: Me sit there. You--I'll bet you're gonna sit here, aren't you? Huh?
Frankie: [Scoffs] Impossible.
Cass: Across the barrier from me. Ok, no problem. You have my undivided attention. What do you want to talk about? Huh?
Iris: I better get going to that Press conference.
Lucas: What Press conference?
Iris: The one that says that "Sophisticate" and Cory are standing right behind you.
Lucas: Oh, that sounds good.
Iris: Yeah, I've invited a whole lot of reporters and editors, and they're all friends--all people who owe us a favor.
Lucas: Those are the best kind.
Iris: Now, it's at the Pelican.
Lucas: Yeah, with "Sophisticate" picking up the tab.
Iris: Mm-hmm. And after we've given them a little drink or two, we're going to give them the latest on the Lucas story.
Lucas: Which is?
Iris: Which is that you're a hero, that you saved the life of Michael Hudson and brought down a whole cartel of gangsters into the bargain.
Lucas: Oh, and we won't mention my long association with these gangsters, of course.
Iris: No, of course not. We'll just say that you've had a change of heart and--oh, oh! Maybe a religious experience.
Lucas: Oh, right. Before you're finished, I will be nominated for the Nobel Peace Prize, right?
Iris: At least.
Lucas: You're amazing.
Lucas: Well, for a former debutante, you don't seem to bother with my checkered past one bit, do you?
Iris: I'm amazing in a whole variety of ways. I assume that that is why you have asked me to marry you.
Josie: Is it that bad?
Sharlene: Oh, no. No, you're... you look... wonderful. You do. You--you look lovely.
Josie: Sure didn't seem that way when you first looked at me.
Sharlene: No, Josie, it's not that, sweetheart. It's--
Sharlene: Well, I've just been used to always seeing you a certain way. And I mean, I even remember thinking always when you were a baby what a cute little nose you had.
Josie: Oh, it was not cute. It was too big, and it was--it ruined my whole--
Sharlene: Josie, no.
Josie: But it's been taken care of. And Lucas thinks I'm gorgeous.
Sharlene: You went to see Lucas first?
Josie: Well, yeah. "Sophisticate" paid for the surgery.
Sharlene: I don't care who paid for it. I'm your mother.
Josie: I'm sorry. I just left the apartment, and I stopped by the office to--
Sharlene: Josie, why are you shutting me out like this?
Josie: I'm here, aren't I?
Sharlene: I guess Lucas was too busy to spend the afternoon.
Josie: Did you ever think that maybe I have a hard time coming here because all you ever do is yell?
Sharlene: I'm not yelling, Josie. I'm not yelling--
Josie: Why can't you be happy for me when I get something that I've always wanted? Why?
Sharlene: I am. I am happy. I would like to have been included--
Josie: You had to ruin it by having a fit about Lucas.
Sharlene: I'm not trying to ruin anything! I always--I always love you the way you are.
Josie: Right, right. That is the whole problem right there.
Josie: You want me to be the same way I was when I was 12 years old.
Sharlene: Don't be silly, Josie, that's--
Josie: Well, I'm changing. And I'm gonna keep on changing, mama... whether you like it or not.
Sharlene: Josie, don't go. Josie, I didn't--I didn't mean--that... I love you! I... who needs her? Kids are a pain.
Cass: Didn't you have something to say to me?
Frankie: Right. Yes, I do. Yes.
Frankie: First of all, I want to say I'm sorry.
Cass: For what?
Frankie: For not listening to you about Griffen. I was very stubborn.
Cass: Just don't let it happen again.
Frankie: And I'm very grateful to you for saving my life, but--
Cass: All of a sudden, I don't like the way this sounds.
Cass: This sounds like the preamble to a good-bye.
Frankie: Because that's what it is.
Cass: No! No way, Frankie!
Frankie: Cass, listen to me!
Cass: I'm not gonna go through this again. Do you understand me? We've already done the I-can't-see-you-anymore routine.
Frankie: This is different.
Cass: It almost got us killed.
Frankie: Yes, that's why this is different.
Cass: No, this is not different. We've had this discussion. We're gonna start over. It was agreed upon. We're gonna start over from the beginning. That's that.
Frankie: Life is not always legally binding, Cass--
Cass: Come on.
Frankie: Where are we going?
Cass: I'm gonna correct some mistakes that I never should have made.
Sharlene: Not only do you not have any taste, Sharlene; you don't know how to have any fun. That's it. Oh, wow. Oh. Boring. It's boring. Boring. Boring. Double boring! Isn't there anything even a little less boring? I don't believe this. The kid is right. Her mother doesn't want anything to change. It's time to clean house. It's junk. Junk. Junk. Junk. This is junk. "To Sharlene. Love, John." So much for that. Hmm. Hello. Hi. I have some stuff to be picked up. Oh, great. Can you come today? You're terrific. Now, let me give you my address because I have a big pile of junk for you. Big.
Derek: What's that?
Bartender: What's it look like?
Derek: Looks like a drink. I gotta work. I didn't order that.
Bartender: Yeah, but you've got a fan. Same lady as before.
Derek: Why don't you give me another one just like this, ok?
Derek: Thanks. Hey. Hey!
Iris: Excuse me.
Lucas: Hi, Derek. How you doing?
Iris: Oh, there they are over there.
Lucas: Oh, good. Come on.
Derek: She didn't give you her name, did she?
Bartender: Nope, but I definitely got the feeling she'll be back.
Lucas: Eli, good to see you.
Eli: Lucas, how's it going?
Lucas: All right.
Iris: Sandra, how are you?
Sandra: Just fine, thanks.
Eli: Heard anything, Lucas?
Lucas: No, nothing yet. Nice to see you.
Iris: None of the reporters are here yet. We're still waiting for some people from "Sophisticate" and Cory.
Lucas: Why don't we all have another round, ok, while we wait?
Eli: I'd rather have the inside story.
Felicia: Derek, hi.
Derek: Hey, Fanny.
Felicia: I didn't know you'd be here.
Derek: Yeah, I'm working here part time now.
Felicia: Good. Good for you.
Derek: So what brings you here?
Felicia: I was told that Luke might be here, and I need to talk to him.
Sandra: The main thing we need to know is, what about Lucas?
Eli: Are you still working with "Sophisticate"?
Reporter: There's a lot of unanswered questions about what happened that night, you know.
Eli: What are the Police saying?
Iris: Well, one thing I'll be happy to tell you is that we at Cory believe that every man is innocent until he's proven guilty.
Sandra: Yeah, but what about the shooting?
Iris: Look, we are very confident that Lucas will be cleared of any charges. He was very heroic.
Reporter: You have no doubts at all?
Iris: Perhaps the best way of answering your question is to tell you that early today, Lucas asked me to marry him, and as of this moment, I've accepted his proposal.
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