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Another World Transcript Thursday 2/16/06

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John: The test results are inconclusive.

Grant: Please don't give me that inconclusive crap.

John: I told you that I would tell you the way it is. And I am.

Grant: It's my blood. Right?

John: There is an indication of a disorder, yes.

Grant: What kind of disorder? Come on, man, tell me something. I can't--

John: This isn't Capitol Hill, congressman. You just don't snap your fingers around here.

Grant: Well, whatever it is, cure it! I've got to be out of here by Friday. I've got a--I've got a fund raising thing to go to.

John: Don't count on it.

Grant: Look, what will it take to move this thing along a little bit? Just give me a figure, will you?

John: You can't actually believe that money is going to help.

Grant: You'd be surprised what money can fix, doc.

John: And you should understand something congressman; no amount of money or power may be able to fix this.

Frankie: Are you sure you want to do this, Cass?

Cass: Yes, I am sure.

Frankie: It's breaking and entering.

Cass: Well, how else are we going to get inside?

Frankie: It's a crime. You're a lawyer. Do you want to ruin your career?

Cass: It's not a crime. It's helping Rachel.

Frankie: Rachel is in the desert with Ken Jordan.

Cass: Well, we have to start somewhere.

Frankie: What if someone is watching the shop for him? Mitch said that Mrs. Johnson works for Jordan.

Cass: What does the sign say?

Frankie: Closed for vacation.

Cass: Yeah. We know he's not on vacation. He's lying to his customers. And if he's lying to his customers...

Frankie: What you are doing?

Cass: I am seeking ingress.

Frankie: Cass?

Cass: Frankie, you are the one who found out that Mac had an argument with some guy the night before he died.

Frankie: We are not certain that it was Jordan.

Cass: Who else could it have been? Who else did Mac talk to that last week? Who else sold him the red swan with a secret drawer and the cryptic note?

Frankie: Let me see that.

Cass: What?

Frankie: The lock.

Cass: Get out of here.

Frankie: You get out of here.

Cass: It was just about to give, Frankie.

Frankie: Yeah, right.

Cass: See? I told you. All right, Ken Jordan, let's see what you are really up to.

Rachel: This is beautiful.

Ken: I told you. Careful there, it's 600 feet down.

Rachel: Yeah, I am fine.

Man: Hey!

Rachel: Oh.

Ken: You all right?

Rachel: Yeah, I think so. Did somebody yell?

Jim: Sorry, I just wanted to let you know I was coming up.

Ken: What are you doing up here, Jim?

Jim: I got to thinking you might need this.

Ken: Right.

Jim: Can get dangerous up here.

Ken: Thanks.

Jim: Any luck?

Ken: Yeah, we found some good pieces.

Rachel: Jim, our radio is broken.

Ken: The tubes are all shot.

Rachel: Can you get a message through to my family for me?

Jim: I would if I could.

Rachel: Why can't you?

Jim: I won't be going within 20 miles of a phone.

Ken: Where are you going?

Jim: South. And I'd better get started.

Ken: Well, thanks again.

Jim: You two be careful.

Rachel: What are you doing?

Ken: Just checking the action. These things need greasing all the time. But Jim's got it working perfectly.

Rachel: I wish he was handy with radios.

Ken: Yeah, well, bad break.

Rachel: Right, a bad break.

Ken: It's just you and me again.

Rachel: Right.

Ken: You sure you're ok?

Rachel: I'm--I'm going back to camp, ok?

Frankie: Oh, look at this.

Cass: Looks like a garage sale.

Frankie: Oh, I love it.

Cass: Yeah, you would. Bears a vague resemblance to your apartment.

Frankie: Oh, come on, Cass. I mean, look at all this stuff. It's wonderful. Have you ever seen anything like this? Oh, I could stay in here all day.

Cass: Yeah, well forget about it. Why don't you check out the desk over there?

Frankie: Oh, Ken Jordan must be one interesting man.

Cass: Yeah, just as long as he is not one dangerous man.

Frankie: Anyone who would collect all of these wonderful objects.

Cass: Would you stop rhapsodizing about the objet and start searching?

Frankie: [Sighs]

Cass: Hello.

Frankie: What?

Cass: Drawer's locked.

Frankie: What kind of lock?

Cass: I--I can handle this one.

Frankie: But, I've got my charm.

Cass: No, no, no. This one is mine.

Frankie: Very impressive, Winthrop.

Cass: Thank you. You may have your charms, but there is no substitute for brute strength. Let's see what we got here.

Frankie: Ok. All right. Tax forms.

Cass: Tax forms.

Frankie: Let's see what's in here. Oh, photos. Correspondence.

Cass: All of his personal stuff.

Frankie: You hit the jackpot, counselor.

Cass: Choose a folder, Frankie. We are about to find out who Ken Jordan really is.

Stacey: Listen, I am sorry I picked a place that is so noisy, but Derek works here and I'm meeting him a little later. So, I figured it would be easier.

Paulina: Oh, it's no problem. I'll get used to it.

Stacey: So, you haven't told me. How are you getting along with Jamie? Are you guys hitting it off?

Paulina: Oh, yeah. Yeah, we seem to be. I only wish I could relax around him.

Stacey: Oh, you'll be able to. Just give it time.

Paulina: He is such a great dad, though. You should see him--he comes straight home from work, goes right up to Steven's room, and plays with him all night. He is so crazy about that kid.

Stacey: It sounds like you're crazy about him, too.

Paulina: Hmm. You know what's funny? I don't even enjoy my nights off. Not that I'm not having a good time here with you.

Stacey: I know, I understand.

Paulina: I just miss him so much when I'm away from him.

Stacey: Yeah. Well, you'll get to spend all day tomorrow with him.

Paulina: Yes. I'm thinking of taking him to the zoo.

Stacey: Oh. Well, I would have thought Jamie had something planned for his birthday.

Paulina: His birthday?

Stacey: Yeah, he's going to be one year old tomorrow. I can't believe it.

Paulina: I knew it was soon, but... well, Stacey we have to do something special.

Stacey: Talk to Jamie. Get him to set up a party or something.

Paulina: He's at the hospital all night. He said he would be there all night.

Stacey: Well, that's fine. Go over and catch him on a break.

Paulina: I could do that? He won't mind?

Stacey: You are talking about his son's first birthday. Absolutely not.

Paulina: Ok, then I'll do that.

Stacey: Ok, if you want you can leave now. Don't worry about me. Derek is coming by in a few minutes.

Paulina: Maybe he thinks that babies don't need big parties, do you think?

Stacey: Well, then you set him straight.

Paulina: Right.

Stacey: [Laughs]

Paulina: Listen, thank you so much for dinner; it was great.

Stacey: Oh, you are welcome. And if you set up a party, let me know. I would love to stop by.

Paulina: Oh, Jamie would love that. Not to mention Steven.

Stacey: Terrific, see you.

Derek: Hi, Paulina.

Paulina: Nice to see you.

Derek: Yeah.

Paulina: See you, Stacey.

Stacey: Bye-bye.

Derek: Well, she sure seemed like she was in a hurry.

Stacey: Yeah. I wonder why she seems so nervous around you.

Sharlene: Hey, you.

Ronnie: Hey, Sharlene.

Sharlene: This really is my night.

Ronnie: What?

Sharlene: Oh, I'm feeling back to my old self again.

Ronnie: No wait, wait.

Sharlene: I get to hear my favorite singer.

Ronnie: Wait, what does this mean? You're feeling like your old self again?

Sharlene: Never mind. No, you tell me how you are doing.

Ronnie: I'm still confused. That's how I'm doing.

Sharlene: When is Zack leaving for Washington?

Ronnie: I don't think he's decided on a definite date yet.

Sharlene: Maybe that's because he's waiting to hear what you're going to do.

Ronnie: Yeah, I guess he is.

Sharlene: Ronnie, if you love the guy--

Ronnie: Look, I don't want to talk about me. Ok? Enough about me; how are you doing? You got that hypoglycemia under control, right?

Sharlene: I am starting to feel like I have a lot more than that under control.

Ronnie: What? And no more changing the subject.

Sharlene: [Laughs]

Ronnie: Come on. Why do you have this twinkle in your eye? And look, your cheeks are all rosy. What's going on?

Sharlene: Are they? My, I guess they are warm.

Ronnie: Will you talk to me, woman?

[Chuckles]

Sharlene: All right. Can you keep a secret?

Ronnie: Honey, I am known for keeping secrets. Especially since no one else in this club can.

Al: Hey, Ronnie, we're waiting for you backstage.

Ronnie: Ok, thanks, Al. Will you tell me, already?

Sharlene: Ok. Ok, all right. John and I are talking about having a baby.

Ronnie: Sharlene.

[Laughter]

Sharlene: It's so silly. I am so excited. It's all I can think about.

Ronnie: Oh, that's the best news.

Sharlene: Well, it's not, uh--it's not really news until it happens, but it does feel so right. Not that our lives aren't wonderful as it is, but-- but...a baby.

Ronnie: Oh, it's so wonderful to be so sure that you want one.

Sharlene: Yeah. It is. It is. I just hope I can get pregnant.

[Chuckles]

Grant: A blood disorder.

John: There is an indication of that from the test.

Grant: Can you be a little more vague?

John: There are hundreds of possibilities. More tests have to be run.

Grant: How many more tests?

John: As many as it takes to make a definitive diagnosis.

Grant: That many, huh?

John: Look, I'm not trying to keep anything from you. I just want to make sure before I send you in the wrong direction.

Grant: Oh, spare me your deep concern, doctor.

John: I'm not about to give you any information till I am ready. Got it?

Grant: Don't tell me that old battle axe of a chief of staff has broken you down.

John: Well, I've got an idea. Why don't you discuss your case with her? She seems to be real conscientious about it, especially where--

Grant: No, let you and I discuss my case, ok?

John: That's what I am here for.

Grant: All right. You're saying that...

[Sighs] ...I'm going to be in here for a good long while. Is that it?

John: I'm saying, I don't know. That's the truth.

[Knocking]

Grant: Come in.

Ted: See the evening news, Grant?

Grant: Yeah, I can't believe that--those clowns down there at H.U.D.

Ted: Doctor, congressman would like to get right down to work now.

John: No, Ted, I would rather you didn't.

Grant: Yes, of course you can. Listen, we're trying to introduce some important legislation. Go ahead, Ted, shoot.

Ted: All right. I contacted my guy at the Labor department, but he's not sure about his boss's reaction.

Grant: I don't give a damn about his reaction. I want his endorsement. Now put the pressure on.

Ted: What do you think, mention that funny business in New Orleans?

Grant: No, don't mention it. Don't mention it at all. Just tell him it's going to be front page news unless he changes his priorities.

John: Ted, you've got 10 minutes here. No more.

Grant: Doctor, look, 45 minutes and he's out of here, I'll guarantee it.

Ted: Oh, uh... that fund raiser Friday, what about it?

Grant: Oh, uh--uh... I'll handle it later on. Listen, by the way, did you have that meeting with the---

John: Are you for real?

[Chuckles]

Grant: What?

John: You have done nothing but pump me for information about your condition, which is perfectly understandable. I mean, after all, it is important.

Grant: I don't, uh--I don't get the point, doc.

John: The point is the minute Ted walks in here, you turn into this congressman, this machine.

Grant: You know something, I learned a long time ago that I had to separate my personal life from my public life. It's the only way I can function.

Ted: Speaking of personal life, Ann's been calling non-stop.

Grant: Oh... call her back, Ted. Tell her I'll, uh--I'll call her later.

John: I'll be back in 45 minutes.

Grant: Oh, doctor. I talked to Dr. Seagal, and he is now in charge of my case.

John: Yes, I know he is.

Grant: I told him that you were going to be working closely with him.

John: Me? I have other patients.

Grant: It's all arranged.

John: Congressman, I have other responsibilities.

Grant: I didn't think you would mind.

John: [Exhales] Did you ever think of asking first?

Grant: You know, ever since I have been here, I have been observing you. You are a very thorough, very dedicated doctor. Just like the man I want dedicated to me.

John: You're serious, aren't you?

Grant: Yeah, you said you wanted a challenge, didn't you?

Ted: Ann?

Grant: Here, let me talk to her. Hi, sweetheart. How are you doing? Who, me? No, I'm fine. I'm great. Great. No, I don't know. Well, I--if I could just get my doctors off their duffs I would be probably out of here in no time.

Derek: I don't want to talk about anyone but us.

Stacey: Yeah, but I still think it was weird that she just walked out. She didn't even really say hello to you and--

Derek: Shh. Tonight there's only one woman in the world. And I want to concentrate all of my energies on her.

Stacey: That sounds pretty good. Derek?

Derek: Mm-hmm?

Stacey: You work here, right?

Derek: So?

Stacey: What do you think your boss is going to say about you kissing the customers?

Derek: My boss told me that he wants me to kiss all the customers every chance that I get. He wants me to make them to feel welcome.

Stacey: Will you be serious?

Derek: I'm being serious. You know what he did do, is he gave me the night off.

Stacey: You didn't tell me that.

Derek: You didn't ask me that. So what do you say that we go back to my place and we maybe play some cards or something?

Stacey: [Laughs] I think that's a terrific idea.

Derek: Good. Got all your stuff?

Stacey: Mm-hmm.

Derek: Ok.

Stacey: Cards, huh?

Derek: Yeah, cards. Old maid. Go fish.

Sharlene: Al, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

Al: Hey, relax, huh?

Sharlene: No, it's all right. It's just this group's kind of impatient and I--I wanted to...

Al: Forget them. If they don't like the wait, they can find another restaurant.

Sharlene: Actually, these are regulars and they do leave very nice tips.

Al: Just wait till you see the tips you're going to get Friday night.

Sharlene: What?

Al: The private party, remember? You agreed to hostess.

Sharlene: I did?

Al: Yeah, it's going to be a political thing, and let me tell you, they have spared no expense. Caviar, champagne, the works... and some pretty big government types. So look, I promised these guys it was going to be real classy. Hot... but classy. You know what I mean? You got to dress the part.

Sharlene: Don't worry, Al. I've got a plan.

Al: Good. That's what I like to hear.

[Phone rings]

Sharlene: I'll get it, ok? Pelican.

John: Sharlene, hi, it's me.

Sharlene: John, hi. What's up?

John: Remember I told you that Peterson was going to take over for me tonight?

Sharlene: Yeah.

John: Well, apparently he forgot. It just slipped his mind and now his wife has theater tickets.

Sharlene: Boy, you don't sound too happy about that.

John: Well, I'm not. I wanted to see you.

Sharlene: Poor baby.

John: Speaking of which, have you, uh--have you seen your gynecologist?

Sharlene: No, uh... no, not yet. But don't worry about anything. I'll take care of everything.

Ken: You need some help?

Rachel: I don't know how to work this.

Ken: Here... hey.

Rachel: Don't.

Ken: What's the matter?

Rachel: It was your idea to go up to the cliff.

Ken: I don't follow you.

Rachel: You knew it would be dangerous up there.

Ken: Of course it's dangerous. If you had any sense, you wouldn't have gone so close to the edge. You could have been killed up there.

Rachel: All right, so I'll be careful next time.

Ken: This really all--all is very new to you, isn't it?

Rachel: My life was a lot different with Mac, yes, if that's what you mean.

Ken: Mac was a journalist. He traveled all over the world. He must have had some stories to tell.

Rachel: How do you know so much about Mac?

Ken: He told some of those stories in Maine. I read the paper.

Rachel: So?

Ken: Of course, you knew him better than anyone.

Rachel: I used to think that was true. But since he's been gone, I found out that there are some things I didn't know about him. That I'll never know.

[Howling]

Paulina: Hi. I am looking for Dr. Frame.

John: Are you one of his patients?

Paulina: No, no, I work for him. I am his son's nanny.

John: Oh--oh yeah, uh... Paulina, right?

Paulina: Yeah, right.

John: I know all about you.

Paulina: You do?

John: Yes, yes. I'm John Hudson, Vicky's uncle.

Paulina: Oh, of course.

John: It's nice to meet you.

Paulina: Nice to meet you, Dr. Hudson.

John: Dr. Frame is with another patient right now. I'm sure that he will be a while. If you would like to wait, you're more than welcome.

Paulina: Oh, no, that's all right; it's not that important. I'll just leave him a note.

John: Sure, whatever you'd like.

Paulina: Thank you.

John: Mm-hmm.

Ted: Oh, Dr. Hudson.

John: Oh, listen, Ted, I'm not going to give you any more information. Now that's--

Ted: No, no, no, relax, doctor. I just want to discuss a couple of things with you, if it's ok?

John: No, it's not ok. I'm not about to give you any more information than I've already given the congressman.

Ted: No, no. Look, if I want to know about his condition, I'll ask the specialist about that. I have to coordinate the press release, you see. I don't want anyone from here leaking anything to anyone about the congressman's condition.

Cass: Well, that's all of them.

Frankie: Yep.

Cass: I guess Mitch was right.

Frankie: Yep.

Cass: Everything goes back to a certain point--

Frankie: ...And then stops.

Cass: Tax records.

Frankie: Photos, personal correspondence.

Cass: And Ken Jordan's address book.

Frankie: [Exhales]

Cass: No family members listed. No photographs of Ken Jordan when he was a kid. Nothing that would establish Jordan as having existed before these tax records.

Frankie: Maybe he's just got all of his personal stuff someplace else.

Cass: Mitch couldn't find anything.

Frankie: Well, Mitch isn't us.

Cass: It's like suddenly, at that certain point several years ago, Ken Jordan started to exist.

Man: Friend of mine said you were having a sale here.

Frankie: We--uh--

Cass: No, not us.

Frankie: No sale.

Man: Oh, no. I assure you. Irmgard swore there was a sale.

Frankie: I assure you, Irmgard got her wires crossed. The shop is closed.

Man: Door's open.

Cass: An oversight. I'm so sorry.

Man: You're Jordan.

Cass: No.

Man: Jordan is the owner. Irmgard said.

Cass: Yes, Irmgard is correct, he is.

Man: He here?

Cass: No.

Man: So, who are you two?

Frankie: Look, we were going to close up the shop, but if you want to look around for just a few minutes, I--

Cass: Please feel free.

Frankie: ...I think it's ok.

Cass: Yes.

Man: All right.

Cass: Browse.

Man: Nothing is on sale here?

Frankie: Oh, no, no. We couldn't possibly devalue these precious objects.

Man: Um... not even this Bantu ceremonial mask? Couldn't be much call for those, huh?

Frankie: It's one of a kind. We haven't had a Bantu mask in here...

Frankie and Cass: Years.

Frankie: Anything Bantu gets top dollar.

Cass: We are not even sure that Mr. Jordan would part with that precious objet.

Man: [Chuckles] This isn't a Bantu mask. It's from the Amazon, Brazil.

Frankie: Not Bantu.

Cass: You mean we've been had?

Man: I mean you're phonies. You don't know anything about anything.

Frankie: Oh look, I wouldn't go that far, ok?

Man: So, who are you, really?

Cass: All right, we might as well tell him. We are with the I.R.S. We're conducting an audit here.

Frankie: Very hush-hush.

Cass: You're not in the antiquities field, are you?

Frankie: Oh, or any other related fields, say imports?

Man: Uh, no.

Cass: I hope not, because we are, uh--we are devoting our full attention to all of those people.

Frankie: And what exactly is your field?

Man: Well, it's not important, really.

Cass: Maybe he could be a witness, Ms. Faraday?

Frankie: Oh, very good idea, Mr. Witherspoon. What's your name, sir?

Man: Uh, I--uh--I'm--I'm going out of town. In fact, I'm leaving tonight. You know, I'd like to help, but you know how it is.

Cass: [Laughing]

Frankie: [Laughing]

[Squeals]

Cass: Yes.

Frankie: Oh, I have to say it, Witherspoon; you are very quick on your feet.

Cass: Why, thank you, Faraday. You picked up the ball and ran with it, too.

Frankie: I just love the way that sweat popped off his forehead. Don't you?

[Laughs]

Cass: We make a great team, Frankie.

Frankie: Oh, yeah. Yeah, I guess we do.

Cass: I've been trying to tell you that all along.

Ken: You do magical things with beans, Rachel. You still upset about what happened up on the cliff?

Rachel: I'm upset about a lot of things.

Ken: Well, I know you're afraid... and not without reason. But I hope it's not me you're afraid of.

Rachel: Isn't that what you want?

Ken: For you to be afraid of me?

Rachel: Isn't it?

Ken: Wait a minute, hold on here. I think I missed something. Didn't I just save your life, again?

Rachel: Yes. And I am grateful. But I also think you're working very hard to keep me off balance.

Ken: How am I doing that?

Rachel: Sometimes you want me to feel like you're glad I'm here with you. And the other times, you're railing against the fact that I never should have come. And sometimes you seem as though you want me to trust you. And other times you work very hard to try and make me frightened.

Ken: I don't know what to say.

Rachel: Well, a straight answer would be nice. Don't you think I deserve one?

Ken: I guess I--I... it's just... I've never been accountable to anyone before.

Rachel: What does that mean?

Ken: It means... well, I'm--I'm... I'm just used to being on my own. Years of trying to protect my own finds have made me secretive, I guess.

Rachel: What do you mean, "protect"?

Ken: There is always somebody out there.

Rachel: Then there is somebody here, isn't there?

Ken: Oh, no, no. I'm just being overly cautious, that's all.

Rachel: No, no. That's why Jim came and brought you the rifle.

Ken: Jim and I have been in a few tight spots before. We just like decreasing the risk, that's all.

Rachel: I think it's more than that. You are alarmed about something. And my being here, it's making you--it's making it more difficult for you.

Ken: And how many times did I give you a chance to go home?

Rachel: See, you don't want me here, do you? But as you keep pointing out, it's just the two of us.

Ken: Rachel, what I want is for nothing bad to happen to you.

Rachel: I'm going to turn in.

Grant: Well, how am I doing, nurse?

Nurse: You're doing very well.

Grant: I guess if I'm doing well, that's probably because of all the good nursing I'm getting around here, huh?

Nurse: Your vital signs are normal.

Grant: Well, if they become abnormal should I give you a quick ring or...

[Chuckles]

Nurse: I'm sure someone will take care of you.

John: Thank you, Kelly.

Kelly: Sure.

Grant: Thank you, Kelly. Pretty young woman. Efficient, too.

John: You think that Ann would approve?

Grant: Ann?

John: Well, you remember Ann.

Grant: My fiancÚ Ann? Do I detect a little note of disapproval in your voice, doc?

John: No, no. It's none of my business.

Grant: Listen, Ann is great. I mean, she is a great fiancÚ. She's from a very good family. She's very bright. She's--I mean, she can work a political party with the greatest of ease.

John: Are you talking about the woman that you're about to marry or a campaign manager?

Grant: You know, sometimes in my business, love can be a great liability.

John: [Exhales] Congressman, you are even more cynical than I thought.

Grant: No, just merely practical, that's all.

John: Uh-huh.

Grant: Again?

John: Again.

Grant: Let's find another vein here, doc, shall we?

John: I can try. Make a fist.

Grant: So, your wife doesn't mind, huh?

John: Mind what?

Grant: You getting home so late every night.

John: She seems to understand a doctor's hours.

Grant: I wonder if a person really understands the demands that's--that are put on another person. Ow, doctor. Oh, ouch.

John: That's ok. Just hold still.

Grant: I'm already two quarts down.

John: It's good. 'Cause I'm done.

Grant: Good. Good.

[Chuckles]

John: Just hold that.

Grant: Get back to doing some of my reading. Listen, on your way out, doc, would you mind putting up the, "do not disturb," so I won't be... disturbed?

John: I'll be back.

Grant: Ok. Oh, by the way, if you hear anything more about my results, you let me know?

John: Immediately.

Stacey: Will you please remind me to call my answering machine?

Derek: Mm-hmm. Yeah, of course.

Stacey: Although it's seeming to be less important.

Derek: Yeah?

Stacey: Yeah. As a matter of fact, insignificant.

Paulina: Derek? I have--I have to talk...

Stacey: Paulina?

Derek: Paulina?

Stacey: What are you doing here?

Paulina: I am so sorry, really I...

Derek: Yeah, me too.

Stacey: Me too.

Paulina: I had no idea. I didn't mean to just barge in here.

Stacey: Well, what did you mean to do? Derek, what did she mean to do? Well, what are you doing here? Derek, what is she doing here? Will somebody answer me?

Paulina: Yes. I--I--I came to see you.

Stacey: Me.

Paulina: Mm-hmm. I was at the hospital, you see, and--

Stacey: Would you mind while I'm--turn around for just--

Paulina: Oh, sure.

Stacey: Thank you.

Paulina: I was at the hospital and I just got this awful feeling that Dr. Frame wasn't happy with my work.

Stacey: But you said before when we were having dinner that you--

Paulina: Oh, yeah, I know, I know. I said that he seemed to be happy with me and maybe he is--maybe I am just being paranoid. I don't know.

Stacey: It's all right. You can turn around now; I'm pretty much dressed.

Paulina: But, I just couldn't shake the feeling, you see. So, instead of talking to him at the hospital, I just decided to try and find you.

Stacey: Oh, well, you found me.

Paulina: I called the office, and I called your apartment, and you weren't there. So--

Stacey: Yes, so who told you I was here?

Paulina: Well, no one really told me, but when you weren't anywhere else, I just assumed.

Stacey: Well, here I am.

Paulina: And here you are.

Stacey: So, who told you that Derek lives here?

Paulina: That guy from the Pelican club. What's his name? Um... anyway, he was kind enough to let me know where he lived because I told him it was an emergency. So... but you know, I--I really had no idea that I would be interrupting like this, so I'm just going to go.

Stacey: Paulina, wait a second. Just stay for a minute. She can stay and talk for a while, can't she?

Derek: Yeah, yeah. Yeah, she can.

Paulina: Thanks.

Derek: But Stacey, I think you might want to make those phone calls now.

Stacey: What?

Derek: You asked me to remember--you know, remind about your service. You wanted to call. I think you might--

Stacey: You want me to call the service?

Derek: Well, you are an officer of the court, after all. You might want to--

Stacey: Oh, never mind. Ok.

Derek: [Whispering] Do you mind telling me what the hell this is all about?

Paulina: [Whispering] I have to talk to you.

Derek: [Whispering] Right now?

Paulina: [Whispering] I can't talk now. Just let me get out of here.

Derek: [Whispering] Oh--

Stacey: There's no messages.

Paulina: I have to go.

Stacey: But I thought you said you wanted to--

Paulina: Yeah, well maybe we can talk some other time.

Stacey: Paulina, if you want to stay--

Paulina: Thanks for everything, really.

Derek: Yeah.

Paulina: Sorry again for interrupting you guys. And, uh... have a wonderful evening.

Stacey: Thanks.

[Exhales] That was so...

Derek: That was very strange.

Stacey: ...Strange. She busts in here, she's half hysterical, talking a mile a minute, then--poof!--She disappears? I hope she is calmer with the baby.

Derek: Do you think it's going to work out for her over there at the Cory house?

Stacey: I'm beginning to wonder. She's a lot more high-strung than I ever imagined.

Sharlene: Hey, don't tell me you are through singing.

Ronnie: No. I have got another set.

Sharlene: Oh yeah, 'cause you really got me with that one before. Something about chasing after a guy wherever he goes.

Ronnie: Yeah, "I will follow him."

Sharlene: Oh, yeah. Your heart was really in that one.

Ronnie: Except I still don't know if I can.

Sharlene: You don't know if you can what?

Ronnie: Follow Zack to Washington. Sharlene, I don't know if I can leave my family. I mean, momma and Jesse, they depend on me.

Sharlene: Hey, honey. If you can't, you can't. A knockout like you shouldn't worry about one guy.

Ronnie: What?

Sharlene: Come on, the minute Zack leaves, there is going to be guys crawling all over you. They're going to be knocking down your door.

Ronnie: I love Zack.

Sharlene: Sure you love Zack, but you'll love somebody else.

Ronnie: No, Sharlene, that's not true.

Sharlene: Come on. Now, he's the one who is forcing the issue, right?

Ronnie: Look, I can't believe you are being so cavalier about this.

Sharlene: I--I'm sorry; I don't mean to sound that way. It's just that, uh... I want you to realize that whatever you decide, it will work out.

Al: We're ready for you, Ronnie.

Ronnie: Oh, thanks, Al. Look, I better get ready.

Sharlene: Look, Ronnie, wait, wait. You got a lot going for you. Now, if Zack has decided that his career is more important than you, then...hey, that's his loss.

Ronnie: [Exhales] Bye, Sharlene.

Sharlene: Yeah, bye. Hey, I'll take that.

[Clears throat] Hi. Mind if I join you?

Caroline: Oh, hello, Sharlene, not at all. Bit of a quiet night, huh?

Sharlene: Yeah, but I don't mind. Get to talk to my friends. Cheers.

Caroline: Cheers.

Sharlene: So, uh... no man in your life at all right now, huh?

Caroline: Um, no--well actually, not anyone special right now, no.

Sharlene: Mm-hmm. And there should be. You should have a special guy in your life. Someone who is handsome, rich, smart, sexy. Ha ha ha.

Caroline: It's pretty difficult to find someone like that. I don't think they exist.

Sharlene: Of course they do.

Caroline: But not in the single category.

Sharlene: Mmm, well I think I know of one who is about to be.

Caroline: Oh.

Sharlene: Single, I mean.

Caroline: Really?

Sharlene: Mm-hmm. My brother-in-law.

Caroline: Michael Hudson.

Sharlene: Mm-hmm. The poor guy has been beating his head against a wall trying to save his marriage.

Caroline: And what, you don't think it's going to work?

Sharlene: I have not put much stock into those two for years now.

Caroline: Really?

Sharlene: No, anybody could see it. I mean, here's this great--this great down-to-earth guy. You think he would've gotten messed up with a snob like Donna Hudson if he hadn't been too young to know better?

Caroline: Well, I'd never actually heard the whole story.

Sharlene: Oh you--

[Chuckles] She trapped him. She got herself pregnant; then she glommed onto the poor guy for dear life.

[Chuckles] Yeah, they were just kids.

Caroline: Interesting.

Sharlene: I mean, what could he know about women?

Caroline: [Chuckles] Interesting.

Sharlene: Yeah. Now she thinks that she is too good for him.

Caroline: What a shame.

Sharlene: Not for the rest of the female population.

Caroline: And what do you mean?

Sharlene: [Chuckles] What do I mean? I mean that Michael Hudson is now available.

Caroline: As far as I am concerned, I think she is still the love of his life.

Sharlene: Not any more, uh-uh. Now he's the catch of the century.

[Chuckles]

Caroline: Ha.

Sharlene: I tell you what--the next time he comes to the Pelican alone, I'll give you a call. Ok? Write your number down for me.

Caroline: I'm quite sure he has my number, Sharlene.

Sharlene: Every man needs a little push, darling.

Caroline: [Exhales] I'm not sure I quite understand why you're being so accommodating.

Sharlene: I want my brother-in-law to be happy. And if a classy woman like you can help.

Caroline: Well, thank you. And if there is anything I can ever do for you.

Sharlene: Oh, gee, I was hoping we'd get to that.

Caroline: I thought so.

Sharlene: [Laughs]

[Clears throat] Look, I've got this little problem. It's an idea I have. And if you don't cotton to it, fine. I can handle it.

Caroline: Just tell me what the idea is.

Sharlene: I'm the hostess at this big-deal party Friday night for some political types.

Caroline: You wouldn't be-- happen to be talking about the fund raiser at the Bay View Hotel?

Sharlene: Yeah, how did you know?

Caroline: Well, I am going, of course.

[Exhales]

Sharlene: Of course. Well, so am I, sort of. I'll be working there, like I said.

Caroline: Really?

Sharlene: Yeah, but, uh... don't tell John, ok?

Caroline: Oh.

Sharlene: He already thinks I work too much. And you know how overprotective men can be.

Caroline: Mum's the word.

Sharlene: I am just trying to make a little extra money, help him out.

Caroline: Oh, and you think he'd resent that?

Sharlene: He likes to be the bread winner.

Caroline: Right.

Sharlene: So anyway, back to this party, my boss wants it to be a real class act. You know, like what these guys are used to.

Caroline: Well, where do I fit into it?

Sharlene: See I was wondering--this is kind of embarrassing.

[Chuckles]

Caroline: What?

Sharlene: Uh... do you... could you...

Caroline: Would you like to borrow something of mine?

Sharlene: Yeah. Yeah, that would be great.

Caroline: Well, of course you can.

Sharlene: Really? I'll take great care of it, I promise.

Caroline: You better.

Sharlene: Thanks a lot.

Caroline: You're very welcome. Now listen, I better get going.

Sharlene: Yeah. Ok, drinks are on me. And I'll get back to you with the details, ok?

Caroline: Right.

Sharlene: And look...I'll, uh--I'll keep you posted on Michael Hudson. Don't worry about a thing.

Caroline: I never worry.

[Snickers]

Sharlene: I need the number for the family planning clinic, please. Yeah. That's it. Got it. Hi. I need to make an appointment. Birth control. Right.

Cass: There's nothing back there except more collectibles.

Frankie: So, what do you think?

Cass: Same as Mitch does. This guy is not on the up and up.

Frankie: Why would Rachel take a job with this guy?

Cass: Because she wanted to start over.

Frankie: With a con man?

Cass: She'd just been through hell. Everything was upside down. She saw this as a chance to get herself together and she took it.

Frankie: Phew. Boy, Rachel is more of a risk-taker than I thought. Oh, boy, do I wish I were more like that sometimes.

Cass: Do you really?

Frankie: Yeah, of course I do. It's--

[Smash]

Cass: Great.

Frankie: Oh, look what you made me do.

Cass: Oh, good, blame it on me. Wait a second, look what was underneath those things.

Frankie: What? Photographs.

Cass: No, just one, but several copies of the same one.

Frankie: Hey, you know, this is the--

Cass: The same photograph that Rachel found months ago. The one that was hidden behind the painting of the red swan.

Grant: So, this is the real inner sanctum, huh?

John: Who told you you could get out of bed?

Grant: What did you just put away in that file just now?

John: Sit down.

Grant: Any, uh... test results back yet?

John: Congressman, I'm officially off duty. How would you like a beer?

Grant: Isn't that against hospital regulations?

John: [Chuckles] Since when have you started following any hospital regulations around here?

Grant: [Chuckles]

John: Take cream or sugar?

Grant: No, I'll just take it black. Thank you, sir.

John: You're welcome. Cheers.

Grant: Wait. Let's have a real toast, shall we? To you, doc. An honest man, a man who will hopefully always tell me exactly like it is. Unlike the "yes" men I have around me. To you, Dr. Hudson.

Ken: [Sighs] I have been doing a lot of thinking, Rachel.

Rachel: Hmm.

Ken: There are--there are some things about myself that I haven't shared with you... or with anybody else, for that matter. A lot of it concerns Mac. There is something I wanted to tell you. But I haven't been sure how you'd take it. Rachel?

Frankie: You know what I'm thinking?

Cass: Hardly ever.

Frankie: I'm remembering what Mitch said about the note that Mac left Rachel.

Cass: In the red swan?

Frankie: Mm-hmm. So, what I was thinking, is there a connection between that note and this photograph?

Cass: I agree this photograph links Ken to Mac, but the question is how.

Frankie: So, what are you thinking?

Cass: Hey. What if this guy in the photo with Mac were Ken Jordan?

Frankie: This photo was taken years ago. Ken claims to have only met Mac a few nights before he died.

Cass: Yeah, right, Ken claims. Why couldn't he be lying?

Frankie: If he is lying, something is terribly wrong.

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