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Another World Transcript Wednesday 3/1/06

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Vicky: Perfect timing.

Evan: Not really. I was just leaving--

Vicky: Postpone it.

Evan: Vicky, we said everything we had to say last night--

Vicky: I don't share that opinion, Evan. I thought a lot about our fight last night.

Evan: Yeah, so did I.

Vicky: You said a lot of things, a lot of things on purpose that would hurt me and I would leave.

Evan: Because I don't like people messing in my business.

Vicky: People?! I'm a little more than people! You see that? You are doing it to me again.

Evan: I have no idea what you are talking about.

Vicky: You would rather say things to hurt me and get me out of here than have me find out what you're doing.

Evan: You know, you're a real nut job, you know that?

Vicky: If you don't tell me what you are up to, I'm going to lob this baby right through that high rise window. Then what will happen to your little plan?

Sam: Yeah, this is Sam Fowler. I'm confirming our reservations for later this afternoon. Yes, that's correct. Listen, I have a request to make. Could you take the phone out of the room? Yeah, just take it right out of the room. No, we don't want to be disturbed while we're there. Great, great. Thank you very much. See you in a couple of hours. Bye-bye.

Amanda: Sam? Why did you take the phone out of the room?

Rachel: Hi, honey.

Jamie: Mom--

Rachel: What?

Jamie: You were looking at that picture when I left for the hospital this morning.

Rachel: Well, I haven't been sitting here looking at it for 8 hours, if that's what you're worried about.

Jamie: Have you had lunch?

Rachel: I don't remember.

Jamie: Breakfast?

Rachel: I don't know. That was a long time ago.

Jamie: You have got to stop thinking about Ken Jordan. I'm serious. I'm speaking as a doctor now.

Rachel: Yes. I can see you are.

Jamie: Look, just get him out of your mind.

Rachel: What I have to do is find out if there's a real connection between Ken and Mac, and what it is.

Jamie: Mom.

Rachel: I have to find out where he is and how he is and why he's been acting this way.

Jamie: Cass and Frankie haven't come up with anything.

Rachel: I know. It's making me worried.

Jamie: It hasn't been all that long.

Rachel: Oh, honey, we left him in the middle of a desert.

Jamie: That was his choice.

Rachel: How do you know it was his choice?

Jamie: Mom, if he wanted to leave with you, he would have. I mean, a helicopter in the middle of the desert is kind of hard to miss.

Rachel: If I could only find the number I had for Jim Littlewolf then maybe I could...

[Telephone rings]

Rachel: Oh, would you get that? If it's Cass, I need to talk to him. He's supposed to ...

Jamie: Hello.

Ken: Jamie?

Jamie: Yes.

Ken: It's Ken Jordan.

Ken: Jamie, don't tell your mother I'm calling. Do you understand?

Jamie: Yes. I understand.

Ken: Is she there in the house with you?

Jamie: Look, what's this about?

Ken: I know this must seem kind of strange.

Jamie: Yeah, you might say that.

Ken: But I promise you I'll make it all very clear if you just let me explain.

Jamie: I'm not sure you can.

Ken: I'd like to try.

Jamie: Now?

Ken: Well, not on the phone. Can you meet me?

Jamie: Where?

Ken: I'm at the airport. I just got in.

Jamie: All right.

Ken: I'm at Gate 12 on the second floor.

Jamie: Fine, fine.

Ken: Jamie, don't tell Rachel anything about this, please.

Jamie: I won't.

Ken: Thanks. I think once you hear me out, you'll agree that this is the best way.

Jamie: I'll see you soon. Bye.

Rachel: Was that Cass?

Jamie: No, it wasn't Cass, Mom.

Rachel: Who was it?

[Doorbell rings]

Rachel: Oh, maybe that's him. He said he'd come over as soon as he knew something.

Felicia: Hi.

Rachel: Oh, hi.

Felicia: Listen, you got a minute?

Rachel: It's not a really good time.

Felicia: I know, but this isn't going to take long, and it is important.

Rachel: Ok.

Jamie: Hello, Felicia.

Felicia: Jamie, hi. Are you on your way out?

Jamie: Yeah, I've got some patients to see. Take care, Mom.

Rachel: Bye.

Jamie: Bye-bye. So long.

Felicia: Bye, honey. Nice to see you.

Jamie: You, too.

Rachel: So what's up?

Felicia: Well, this. It's for you.

Rachel: This is my note from Mac.

Felicia: Yeah. It's the one that Mitch found in the red swan. He wants you now to have it.

Rachel: He should have given this to me as soon as he found it.

Felicia: I know, I know. He wishes now he had.

Rachel: Why does he say, "Find Ken Jordan?"

Felicia: I don't know. Neither does Mitch.

Rachel: This was the last thing he wanted me to know. [Sighs] Why is Ken Jordan so important?

Evan: You won't do that.

Vicky: Try me.

Evan: Vicky, that glass is too thick. You can't do it.

Vicky: I was the pitcher on the junior high school softball team in Lassiter. They used to say I had quite an arm, baby.

Evan: Vicky--just hold it, will you?

Vicky: You're going to stay and talk to me?

Evan: Yes. We'll talk. But put that down first. That's better.

Vicky: You should have seen your face. Sweating bullets over this little thing, huh?

Evan: Like I said, we'll talk, but let's get one thing straight. You do not interfere in my life anymore.

Vicky: Oh, buddy, you can call it whatever you want to.

Evan: No butting in, you understand? Not running my love life or any part of my life.

Vicky: Evan, I'd rather not.

Evan: Yeah, listen, you are not my conscience, and you are not my keeper. So I don't answer to anybody.

Vicky: I don't think I'm up to either job.

Evan: Then what do you want?

Vicky: I want to know what's in that thing.

Evan: Computer components--

Vicky: I want to know what's in there that you don't want me to know.

Evan: My memoirs.

Vicky: That thing doesn't have that much memory. Ok, why don't I tell you what I know first.

Evan: Ok.

Vicky: One, you were in Amanda's office working on her computer when she wasn't there.

Evan: You know, you were there.

Vicky: Two, I saw the numbers you wrote on that little napkin the other night. My employment at Cory Publishing may have been brief, but I know their computer codes when I see them. 3, I heard the call from your lawyer yesterday. The one saying you should be careful about what you are getting into. Doesn't take a genius to figure out what you are doing.

Evan: Good. Since you are so smart, why don't you tell me? I'm all ears.

Vicky: Amanda dumped you. You're still hanging on to her. So you're going to mess her up good at her family business.

Evan: Well, you are smart, that's for sure.

Vicky: I'm right?

Evan: No, you're totally wrong. But I am impressed with how smart you are.

Vicky: I swore I wasn't going to let you get to me today, but you make me crazy.

Evan: Sorry, Charlie.

Vicky: You are not sorry at all. You think that I'm just nosy, or that I can't resist running your life. Did it ever occur to you that I am worried about you? Did it? Or that I know how much Amanda hurt you? I don't want to see you do something that will keep on hurting you, Evan. What?

Evan: Vicky, I know you care.

Vicky: Then why won't you talk to me?

Evan: Because if I was doing something, which I am not admitting, but why would I even tell you about it? I mean, what good would that do? You'd never get me to change my mind.

Vicky: Maybe not. But I could help you.

Amanda: Is there something that I should know?

Sam: You mean, why did I have the phone taken out of the room?

Amanda: Yes.

Sam: I'm going away for a weekend with my wife, and I am trying to make sure that we are not disturbed.

Amanda: Well, it's just without a phone...

Sam: Romantic, huh?

Amanda: Well, we are going to be so isolated.

Sam: What's wrong with that?

Amanda: I was just thinking about Alli.

Sam: Amanda, we are only going to be gone for the weekend.

Amanda: I know that, but if somebody needs to reach us--

Sam: Look, Ada can take care of Alli. We are going away so we can be alone together, remember?

Amanda: Yes.

Sam: So if someone wants to reach us, they can leave a message at the desk, and we'll get it.

Amanda: I suppose you're right.

Sam: What's the problem?

Amanda: I guess I'm just not sure how you expect this to go.

Sam: Simple. I want us both to be completely open and honest with each other.

Amanda: Things have been a little tense lately.

Sam: A little.

Amanda: It didn't get any better last night.

Sam: Come on. I thought we had a great time at the restaurant last night.

Amanda: You hardly spoke to me over dinner.

Sam: I'm sorry.

Amanda: You just kept staring at me.

Sam: Well, hasn't anybody ever told you how beautiful you are?

Amanda: When we got home, you didn't even touch me.

Sam: Well, Amanda, we were both tired last night.

Amanda: No, I was-Sam, what is going on?

Sam: What do you mean?

Amanda: I mean, you have changed and you won't tell me why.

Sam: Relax. That's what this weekend is about.

Amanda: So you are going to explain, then?

Sam: Amanda, we'll both say whatever needs to be said.

Amanda: I've got to finish packing.

Sam: Amanda, we set aside this time so that we could concentrate on each other and on the future.

Amanda: Yes.

Sam: It's going to be a weekend we'll never forget.

Amanda: I want us to be happy.

Sam: Me, too. Don't forget this. I want you to wear it all weekend long.

Sharlene: Red hair is always a winner.

[Upbeat music plays]

Sharlene: Mmm, gorgeous. Wish I could say the same for you, babe. What, what do you mean? You don't like the way I look? Well, no, not if you don't mind looking like a dish rag. Well, that's a terrible thing to say. My husband happens to like the way I look. Who? Johnny boy? Dr. Do-right? Oh, babe, that guy's got to go. That whole marriage has got to go.

[Knock on door]

Sharlene: Little miss innocent answers the door.

Caroline: Sharlene.

Sharlene: Caroline. Hi, come in.

Caroline: . Thanks. I'm sorry for just barging in like this, but I was in the neighborhood, and I thought I'd come by and get my dress.

Sharlene: Oh--oh, your dress... oh! Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah. Sorry.

Caroline: I didn't know you were into that sort of music.

Sharlene: Well, I'm not. I mean, I am...trying to appreciate it. Josie listens to it all the time, .

Caroline: Right, right, right.

Sharlene: You know how mothers can be.

Caroline: Yeah, of course. How is Josie?

Sharlene: She is fine. Couldn't be better. Couldn't be better. I hate to have to tell you this, but I'm going to have to take your dress to the drycleaner before I can give it back to you.

Caroline: What happened?

Sharlene: It kind of got a little wet.

Caroline: Yeah, well, actually I'm going on a shopping spree this afternoon. And if you wanted to come, you are very welcome.

Sharlene: Really?

Caroline: Yeah. Do you have time?

Sharlene: I don't know. I don't know. Maybe you should just give me the names of these places, and I could go.

Caroline: Maybe I should come along. Don't you think?

Sharlene: Why?

Caroline: Well, I can help you out with a few choices.

Sharlene: Oh.

Caroline: We don't want you to look like Frankie now, do we?

Sharlene: Nothing. I was just his time. Come on. Come on. Let's go.

Caroline: But it look like it got--

Ted: Grant. We need to go over that import legislation.

Grant: No, we don't.

Ted: Well, I'm afraid it's due for consideration very shortly.

Grant: The only thing I want to discuss with you, Ted, is the name of that hostess at the fundraiser the other night, all right?

Ted: I'm working on it, sir, but--

Grant: I don't want to hear "working on it." I want a name.

Ted: Her name is Watts.

Grant: Watts.

Ted: Yes, I don't know the first name yet, or the address.

Grant: Then get it.

Ted: Well, as I said, I'm working on it.

Grant: As I said, get it. Now, look, I don't want to see you around here, Ted, until you have brought me back the information that I want about this woman, ok?

Ted: Yes, sir. Excuse me, sir. But why is this woman so important?

Grant: I don't think you could understand, Ted. Just find her.

John: Hello.

Grant: Hey, doc. How you doing? I was lost. I was a million miles away.

John: I noticed. How are you?

Grant: Ok. Trying to keep busy.

John: Really? Doing what?

Grant: Oh, you know, trying not to think about the thing that I am not supposed to think about.

John: We have discussed that. I told you that nothing is definite.

Grant: Well, I--that's pretty hard to say that, doc, when you are told that you have a rare blood disease with no known cure. And it doesn't take a genius to figure out the odds.

John: I have also told you we haven't exhausted all the possibilities.

Grant: You know, I just don't care about how much people have told me. I feel like I have been told enough to fill a whole congressional record on a bad week. But let me tell you something. I think maybe I have figured this thing out.

John: Figured what out?

Grant: How to live with this thing.

John: Grant, look, I have told you time and time again--

Grant: No. Do you want to hear how it's done? You put something else--you put your mind on something else, or rather, on someone else. [Laughs]

John: I see.

Grant: And then the disease just kind of just goes out of your mind. Very simple until you come visiting.

John: Well, I'm afraid we're going to have to talk about it at least for a little while.

Grant: What for? I suppose you've come up with some magical cure, or some miracle worker of some kind.

John: Just calm down, will you? I understand that you are scared. Anybody in their right mind would be, but we are going to have to talk about it. And we're going to have to talk about it often. Is that understood?

Grant: You don't let anybody push you around, do you?

John: Try not to.

Grant: Ok, what's the bad news?

John: The news is I have been doing some research, and I think there's hope.

Amanda: Sam , are you sure you want to do this?

Sam: Do what?

Amanda: Go away.

Sam: What are you talking about?

Amanda: You just seem so tense.

Sam: No, I'm not. There's one thing I don't understand though. Why have you been fighting this trip all week long?

Amanda: No, it's not that.

Sam: Don't you want to be alone with me, Amanda?

Amanda: Of course I do.

Sam: Well, then what's the problem?

Amanda: It's just that--I don't know, ever since you started talking about going away this weekend, you've seemed so different.

Sam: It means a lot to me, this weekend.

Amanda: I know that.

Sam: I thought that it meant a lot to the both of us. We're trying to work at this relationship, aren't we?

Amanda: Yes.

Sam: You're trying to work at it, too?

Amanda: Yes, of course.

Sam: Then why don't you want to go all of a sudden?

Amanda: Sam, come on. You make me feel like I'm supposed to be guilty about this meeting.

Sam: Well, do you feel guilty?

Amanda: About what?

Sam: You tell me.

Amanda: I'm sorry we've been so unhappy.

Sam: Right. Do you remember our wedding day? We promised to love, honor, and cherish.

Amanda: Yes.

Sam: Till death do us part. That still holds true for me.

Amanda: Me too, Sam.

Sam: Ok, then we're going, right? We're still going this weekend?

Amanda: Yes, of course we are.

Sam: Good. Don't forget to wear the locket. This is the first time

Vicky: So, what do you say we fire this baby up? You tell me what's going on, and I'll be your right-hand man.

Evan: Why?

Vicky: Ah-h you are up to something.

Evan: Now, wait a second. I didn't say that. I just asked you why you want to help me.

Vicky: Because you know what you feel about the Corys? You're a piker compared to me. No, that's not it. I want to help you because I care about you. And if getting even would somehow get you over Amanda and give you your life back, it would be worth it...to me, anyway.

Evan: I don't think another woman has ever made me an offer like that.

Vicky: I mean it.

Evan: Well, you didn't have to say it.

Vicky: So? What do you say?

Evan: No.

Vicky: Evan--

Evan: Vicky, I'm not up to anything. And I'm getting tired of explaining it to you. But if I was, which I'm not, did it ever occur to you that I would want to keep you on the outside? Not because you're nosy and pushy, which you are, but mainly because of what might happen to you if you did help me.

Vicky: What could happen to me?

Evan: All right. I got to know you that you lost the custody battle to Jamie over your son. Now, I saw what that did to you. Now, if I was planning something against the Corys, which I'm not, do you think that I would ever put you in that position? Give them something to hold against you? Something between you and your son? Vicky, where are you going?

Vicky: I hope to hell you have some marshmallows in this kitchen.

Evan: Vicky. You're crying?

Vicky: Don't be ridiculous.

Evan: Ok, I think there is something else we have to talk about.

Vicky: Besides your alleged scam, you mean?

Evan: My alleged scam? No, that is not what I meant.

Vicky: Then what?

Evan: That theory of yours, it doesn't hold water.

Vicky: Why not?

Evan: Because why would I want to get Amanda back if I already have somebody else in my life?

Felicia: You know, it seems that all this talk about him hurting you is just silly.

Rachel: I know. That's the point. No one bothered to find out who he was or what he wanted, you know, including me

Felicia: And Mitch was so sure about him.

Rachel: Mitch was wrong.

Felicia: Well, you know Mitch. He makes some mistakes.

Rachel: The trouble is, is that now I'm worried I'm never going to find out why Ken came here to Bay City. Why he hired me, why Mac wants me to meet him.

Felicia: How could he just disappear like that?

Rachel: We left him right in the middle of the desert. Anything could have happened to him. That's what I'm worried about.

Felicia: Hi, honey.

Amanda: Hi, Felicia.

Felicia: How are you? Listen, I understand you're going away for the weekend with Sam.

Amanda: Yes, we are planning to go away yeah.

Felicia: Let me go in and call Cass. Let's see if he's found out anything.

Rachel: Great.

Felicia: Excuse me.

Rachel: Well, honey, are you all packed?

Amanda: Yeah, almost. Mom?

Rachel: What?

Amanda: Has Sam seemed a little different to you lately?

Rachel: Why?

Amanda: Oh, it's nothing, really. I'm just wondering if this going away idea is really such a good idea.

Rachel: Is there a problem?

Amanda: No. No, it's not much a problem.

Sam: Hey, there you are, Amanda. Hi, Rachel.

Rachel: Hi, honey.

Sam: So, do you want to say good-bye to Alli before we leave?

Amanda: Sure.

Rachel: Sam?

Sam: Hmm? Yeah?

Rachel: Everything all right between the two of you?

Sam: Yeah. It looks like a good weekend.

Rachel: Good. Have fun, ok?

Sam: Yeah. Thanks a lot.

Felicia: Well, I just talked to Cass.

Rachel: Oh, any news?

Felicia: Apparently not. He did hire a helicopter to search the area.

Rachel: Well, what did they find?

Felicia: Nothing. He said there is no sign of life.

Rachel: Nothing at all?

Felicia: No. It looked as though no one had ever been there.

Rachel: Oh, that can happen on the desert very quickly.

Felicia: Yeah, I suppose.

Rachel: I don't understand it. Why did he just disappear like that?

Jamie: What's the matter with you?

Ken: Me? Not a thing.

Jamie: You don't look good at all.

Ken: I didn't ask you to come out here for your medical advice.

Jamie: No, I guess you didn't.

Ken: My health isn't all that important anyway, is it?

Jamie: No, it's not. The only thing I care about right now is getting some answers.

Ken: Well, you've come to the right place.

Jamie: Good. Let's start with how you're connected to Mac Cory. And why did you get my mother involved?

Ken: I know you think that I've been playing some kind of mind game with Rachel.

Jamie: Yes, I do.

Ken: But I haven't.

Jamie: Then what have you been doing? You led her into believing these lies. Into believing one thing, changing it, you lie again. You keep changing your story.

Ken: Can I--can I get a word in edgewise here?

Jamie: Yeah, fine. But try the truth this time.

Ken: Look, what's been happening these last few months isn't really important.

Jamie: Oh, oh, great. All those lies don't matter.

Ken: What happens now is what's important. See, Rachel-Rachel is back with you. So nothing else really matters.

Jamie: Not good enough, Jordan.

Ken: I'm out of Rachel's life.

Jamie: Oh, I'd love to believe that.

Ken: I am. I'm leaving. I've got a flight in a little while.

Jamie: You're leaving?

Ken: Yes, I am. I wrote a couple of paragraphs. I wonder if you'd give it to her.

Jamie: I don't understand.

Ken: Well, it's not for you to understand. The letter is for Rachel, not for you.

Jamie: Why should I help you? You just said you were leaving.

Ken: I am. I need her to read this. I know she is probably very confused.

Jamie: Yes, she is. And so am I. You flew in from Arizona and now you're telling me in a little while you're going to be taking off again?

Ken: For Phoenix.

Jamie: You flew all the way out here to hand a letter over that you could have sent in the mail?

Ken: Oh, come on, Jamie, get down off your high horse for a minute and give me a chance, will you? I--I--I told you. I wanted to try to explain a few things.

Jamie: Right. And then you said they weren't important.

Ken: I--I wanted to help.

Jamie: Help who? Yourself?

Ken: No, no. Rachel. I knew she was going through a tough time. I understood that.

Jamie: Why did you want to help my mother?

Ken: Why not? She's a great lady. Look, Jamie, one thing you have to understand, you have to believe, I never meant to hurt your mother, never.

Jamie: I want to know why you got in contact with her in the first place.

Ken: I explained all that to Rachel already.

Jamie: You rescued her. You brought her to a hospital. You probably saved her life. Then you fixed it so she found your shop. You gave her a job.

Ken: Yeah. Like I said, I was trying to help.

Jamie: Well, why? This has something to do with Mac, doesn't it?

Ken: Of course it does. I was with him right before he died. I had to meet Rachel. I had to meet all of you. And I have. And you're fine. And now it's over.

Jamie: No. Don't give me that. You knew Mac a lot longer than you say you did.

Ken: What?

Jamie: In fact, you could be the guy in that photograph.

Ken: What, what photograph?

Jamie: The photo that was hidden in the red swan. The painting of the red swan. Are you? Yes or no?

Ken: I don't know what you're talking about.

Jamie: You got to get some help.

Ken: I'm ok.

Jamie: You're sick.

Ken: Listen, stop being a doctor for a minute and listen to me, will you? I think the thing for us to do--both of us--is to try to help Rachel put all this behind her.

Jamie: What? My mother is back at the house, crazy, worrying about you.

Ken: Tell her--tell her, I'm fine. Tell her I'm sorry.

Jamie: No, Jordan. That's not good enough. She deserves answers. She deserves an explanation.

Ken: Jamie, I can't give you any more answers. I'm sorry. I tried to explain, and you wouldn't accept it. So, now I am going to leave. She doesn't need me any more.

Jamie: Need you for what?

Ken: Just give her the letter, ok? Tell her to forget about me.

Jamie: Don't you even care what she's going to think about you?

Ken: Oh, yeah. Very much. Which is why, once I get on that plane, no one in your family is ever going to see me again.

Rachel: Thank you for bringing this.

Felicia: I'm just sorry it's so late.

Rachel: Just winds up being one more mystery.

Felicia: I know. But if Cass and Frankie can find out anything, then maybe you will get some answers.

Rachel: I hope so.

Felicia: Listen, call me if you hear anything.

Rachel: Yeah, I will. Thanks for coming by.

Felicia: Take care.

Rachel: Ok.

[Telephone rings]

Rachel: Yes. Cass, yeah. I know. She just talked to you. He is? Where? Ok, thanks. I'm on my way.

John: Blood is treated with antibodies using a laser process, and then it's returned to the body. The side effects are considered to be nil.

Grant: Where are they doing this?

John: Right now, only in France.

Grant: And how did you find out about it?

John: I did a little digging. But remember, I said it is not a sure thing.

Grant: I heard that. I heard you. But there is hope?

John: There is a little hope. I would like to learn more about it, including if they would be willing to come here to the states to try it on you.

Grant: All right. Let me know, will you?

John: Just let you know? That's it?

Grant: What?

John: No commands, no direct orders to get on it, and get back to you by sundown?

Grant: You don't need orders, doc. If you say you're going to do it, you'll do it.

John: Thank you.

Grant: You're a pro, and I'm grateful that you're trying to help me.

John: Well, this woman must be something.

Grant: Pardon?

John: If you managed to concentrate on her instead of your own problems, she's got to be really special.

Grant: Doc, I think this whole woman idea is in your head.

John: Incidentally, I saw Elaine in the hallway.

Grant: Dr. Rutherford, the illustrious chief of staff.

John: Who wants my head on a spike.

Grant: How is herself, anyway?

John: Almost pleasant.

Grant: Good.

John: Yeah, her teeth were gritted, but she managed to eke out a little "hello," thanks to you.

Grant: I think--I think we're a pretty good team, don't you doc?

John: Yeah, I think it looks that way.

Ted: Oh, excuse me.

Grant: Ted.

Ted: Congressman?

Grant: If you are here for me to read more papers, you can leave. Save hiring me ...

Ted: Have to speak to you, sir.

John: Don't go overboard on the paper ok? Thank you.

Grant: Ah don't worry, Doc.

John: As soon know more, I'll let you know.

Grant: Thanks a lot.

Sharlene: Oh, yeah. Where is that thing? You know, when I get started, it's kind of hard to stop me--

Caroline: And what about convincing the shop assistant to go over your credit on your credit card?

Sharlene: Girl's got to do what a girl's got to do.

Caroline: I guess so, but... word to the wise.

Sharlene: Yeah, yeah, what?

Caroline: I wouldn't show all of this to John at once. He really might go through the roof.

Sharlene: Course not. Of course not.

Caroline: Now, I know he loves you very much, and he's probably very understanding, but...

Sharlene: Yeah. No, no, you're right, you're right. I'll only show him one or two of these at a time.

Caroline: Good.

Sharlene: Hey, listen. When can we do this again? This was great, this was great.

Caroline: I don't know, but I'll certainly give you a call.

Sharlene: Ok, good. That's good. So--

Caroline: You know, you're a lot more fun than I ever imagined you'd be.

Sharlene: Thanks.

Caroline: I will call you.

Sharlene: You, too.

Caroline: Now, don't forget the dress.

Sharlene: No, no. At the cleaners.

Caroline: Ok, ciao.

Sharlene: Ciao. Ciao.

[Laughs]

[Laughs] Well, I just want to see how Johnny boy likes that. This ought to get her butt in a sling.

Sam: Let's go.

Amanda: Now?

Sam: Yeah. I've parked out back, and we can go down the back stairs.

Amanda: Why did you do that?

Sam: Why not?

Amanda: Well, because I wanted to say goodbye to everybody.

Sam: Amanda, everybody is gone. Rachel's gone. Jamie's gone.

Amanda: Where did they go?

Sam: I don't know.

Amanda: Maybe we should wait till they get back. I don't feel--

Sam: Amanda, we're late as it is, and why aren't you wearing that locket?

Amanda: Well--

Sam: I asked you specifically to wear the locket.

Amanda: I'm sorry.

Sam: There. Thank you. Now, let's go.

Amanda: I'll be down in a minute, ok?

Sam: Amanda, hurry up.

Amanda: I just have to leave a note for grandma. That's all. I'm ready.

Sam: All right.

Evan: I never thought I would say this to you. Are you ever going to talk to me again?

Vicky: Just thinking.

Evan: About what?

Vicky: Nothing.

Evan: Come on, Vicky.

Vicky: Ok. What was I thinking about?

Evan: You and me.

Vicky: Nothing.

Evan: You heard what I just said?

Vicky: I'm not deaf.

Evan: So, what are we going to do about it?

Vicky: About what?

Evan: About us.

Vicky: Evan... Evan...

Evan: Vicky.

Vicky: This isn't just a tactic, is it? To--to get me to stop bugging you, because if it is...

Evan: Why would you say that? Why would you even think that?

Vicky: Because I'm the one who knows you, right?

Evan: Right.

Vicky: And even I didn't expect you to say what you said.

Evan: I didn't, either. But I did. And you know it. We both know it.

Vicky: You know, you've come to me before like this when you've been hurt and lonely.

Evan: Well, that was before.

Vicky: I'm not just some form of therapy for you.

Evan: I know.

Vicky: You don't come one week and feel better and then wait for the next session. I have feelings.

Evan: So do I, Vicky.

Vicky: I'm not just here to make you feel better about how bad you feel about Amanda.

Evan: I got you.

Vicky: And I'm not going to be second best.

Evan: I know.

Vicky: I've been second best my whole life. To my sister...and Lisa...and Amanda. If you stop doing that, I think I'll die.

Evan: Vicky.

Vicky: What?

Evan: Shut up.

John: Sharlene? Sharlene? [Whistles]

[Knock on door]

[Upbeat saxophone plays]

Sharlene: Coming. Well, you found me.

Jamie: I need answers.

Ken: I'm sorry, Jamie. I really am. I thought I could explain, but the letter is going to have to suffice.

Jamie: After all you've put my mother through, this is how you treat her?

Ken: I wish I could do more. But I can't.

Jamie: Like hell.

Woman: Attention, please. Last call for flight 709 to Phoenix. Now boarding at...

Ken: I'm sorry, Jamie. I have to leave. You take care of your mother. She really is a very exceptional woman.

Jamie: Take this as a warning. If you go now, don't you ever come back. You understand me?

Ken: Don't worry. I won't.

Rachel: Ken.

Jamie: You're burning up.

Ken: Good-bye.

Rachel: Ken, wait. What's the matter?

Jamie: Hey, are you all right?

Rachel: What's happened to you?

Ken: I'm sorry, Rachel.

Rachel: What's happened to him?

Ken: I'm sorry.

Jamie: His hand.

Ken: Oh.

Rachel: Oh, my gosh.

Ken: Please.

Jamie: He's gotta go to the hospital.

Ken: No, no hospital.

Jamie: Listen to me. You need help.

Ken: No hospital.

Rachel: I've got my car out front. Let's get him to the house.

[Telephone rings]

Evan: Stay right there.

Vicky: Why didn't you turn your stupid machine on?

Evan: What did I say about being pushy? Just lay back. Hello.

Amanda: Evan, it's me.

Evan: What? What do you want?

Amanda: I need to see you right away. Please?

Vicky: Who is it?

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