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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.
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.
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.
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.
Jim: Can get dangerous up here.
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.
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?
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: 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.
Paulina: See you, Stacey.
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.
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.
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?
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.
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.
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.
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?
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?
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?
Stacey: You work here, right?
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: 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.
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.
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?
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
Cass: I guess Mitch was right.
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.
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.
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.
Man: Jordan is the owner. Irmgard said.
Cass: Yes, Irmgard is correct, he is.
Man: He here?
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.
Man: All right.
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.
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?
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...
Nurse: I'm sure someone will take care of you.
John: Thank you, Kelly.
Grant: Thank you, Kelly. Pretty young woman. Efficient, too.
John: You think that Ann would approve?
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.
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.
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?
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.
Stacey: Yeah. As a matter of fact, insignificant.
Paulina: Derek? I have--I have to talk...
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.
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.
Derek: But Stacey, I think you might want to make those phone calls now.
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.
Paulina: Sorry again for interrupting you guys. And, uh... have a wonderful evening.
[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.
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.
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.
Sharlene: Single, I mean.
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.
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.
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.
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.
[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.
Sharlene: Of course. Well, so am I, sort of. I'll be working there, like I said.
Sharlene: Yeah, but, uh... don't tell John, ok?
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.
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.
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?
Sharlene: And look...I'll, uh--I'll keep you posted on Michael Hudson. Don't worry about a thing.
Caroline: I never worry.
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--
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?
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.
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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