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Another World Transcript Thursday 3/2/06

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John: Sharlene?

Sharlene: What are you doing here?

Grant: Well, I was looking for somebody to give these to. A redhead, or so I thought.

Sharlene: Well, I am... sometimes. These are beautiful. They're...wow. How did you get here?

Grant: Well, I bribed your landlady.

Sharlene: No, I mean...

Grant: Pretty soft touch.

Sharlene: How did you find me?

Grant: Oh, well, it--it wasn't easy. It took me a while, but-- especially since you ran away the other night without saying goodbye.

Sharlene: Yeah, I know.

Grant: I'm counting on you to have a real good excuse for that one.

Sharlene: Oh, I do.

John: [Whistles] $395? Hope this stuff is Josie's. Sharlene?

Sharlene: Hold on. I'll get a vase or two, ok?

Grant: No, wait, wait, wait. Does that mean you're going to disappear again?

Sharlene: No. I promise.

Grant: Why did you run away the other night?

Sharlene: Oh, it was almost midnight, and I was afraid my coach would turn into a pumpkin or a squash or something.

Grant: Well, you should have left me your glass slipper. It would have saved me a lot of time. So, now, are you going to invite me in, or are you going to leave me out here all night?

Sharlene: I have a rule. Never say no to prince charming.

Amanda: Evan, I have to see you.

Evan: Why? What's so important?

Vicky: Whoever it is, tell them to go away.

Amanda: Not over the phone.

Evan: Why not?

Vicky: I'm waiting.

Amanda: Evan, my whole life is falling apart. And I can't--I can't--I can't do this anymore. Please, can I come over? Please.

Paulina: Derek. Where were you?

Derek: I had things to do.

Paulina: You've been gone all day.

Derek: So?

Paulina: So? So it's like a graveyard in here. Why don't you have a TV?

Derek: Look, Paulina, you're the one that wanted to crash here. Don't start belly-aching about my place.

Paulina: Are you still angry that I showed up last night?

Derek: Yeah, I told you. I hate being in the middle of this.

Paulina: Lighten up, would you? Stacey is in Washington. She's not even going to know that I was here.

Derek: Well, that is the whole point. Maybe she should know.

Paulina: Hey, I've made us some dinner. Take a look. Might even taste good.

Derek: Hmm, what is this, an old recipe from your family-- your happy family, passed down from generation to generation?

Paulina: Would you stop being such a grouch? Now, come on. I've waited for you all day. We're going to eat. Then we're going to go out and have fun.

Derek: Well, now, suppose somebody sees you out with me. And suppose they call the Cory house, and they tell them that you're not visiting your sick mother.

Paulina: You really think that any of the Corys or any of their friends are going to show up in the places we hang out in?

Derek: Paulina, if you really care about your job, if it's so important to you, why take the risk?

Paulina: Because being cooped up in this place is driving me crazy. That's why.

Derek: This was your idea.

Paulina: Derek, please.

Derek: Besides, we're not going to go anywhere until you tell me why you're really here.

Paulina: I just needed a break.

Derek: Don't lie to me, Paulina.

Paulina: I'm not lying to you, Derek.

Derek: Yes, you are. Now, something happened to you at the Cory house. And whatever it was, it scared you real bad, and I want to know what it is.

Amanda: Evan, say something.

Evan: Well, I happen to be in the middle of something.

Vicky: I'll say.

Amanda: Look, I don't know what else to do. Sam and I are supposed to be going away. He's waiting for me to go downstairs.

Evan: Well, then go.

Vicky: That's what I say.

Amanda: I can't. I can't go with him. I can't be alone with him. It's just--it feels wrong. Can't I come over?

Evan: Yeah, give me 20 minutes.

Amanda: Thank you.

Vicky: What was that all about?

Evan: Vicky, we've got to put all this on hold.

Vicky: All this is pretty important.

Evan: I know, but I just have a problem I have to deal with.

Vicky: Right now?

Evan: Yes, right now. It's--it's really important.

Vicky: Excuse me, but I thought what was going on here was important.

Evan: Well, it is, honey. This is important.

Vicky: Who was that?

Evan: That was a business associate.

Vicky: Oh, the one who came to my house? The chick with the great legs?

Evan: Vicky, you can grill me some other time, ok?

Vicky: Evan, I'm sorry, but we were just in the middle of something and now you're just running away.

Evan: Well, it's just that it's--I got a financial problem I have to deal with.

Vicky: Ok, I know you've had some rocky financial situations since you left Cory. You don't have to hide that from me.

Evan: Vicky, quickly, what has happened is--I'm--my money is tied up. I'm tight for cash. So what I have to do is I have to do some wheeling and dealing--

Vicky: All right. Hey, I'm on your side. As long as you're legit.

Evan: Of course I'm legit.

Vicky: Well, then why won't you tell me more?

Evan: Vicky, I don't want to sit here and have another argument with you, ok?

Vicky: Ok. Neither do I. I'm sorry.

Evan: Ok. Apology accepted.

Vicky: Well, why don't I just stick around?

Evan: Why? I'm going to be on the phone. I've got my computer I have to deal with--

Vicky: Well, maybe I could help you.

Evan: Vicky, that is not a good idea. Come on. What I'll do is when I'm done-- the minute I'm done, I'll-I will call you. I promise. Ok? I'll call you later. I'm sorry, ok?

Vicky: You win.

Evan: All right. Bye.

Sam: Amanda? Amanda? Maybe she's with Alli.

Rachel: Sam, help us, please.

Sam: Whoa, he looks really

[Indistinct]. What happened to him?

Rachel: He collapsed at the airport.

Sam: What's wrong with him?

Jamie: I'm not sure yet. It's his breathing I'm worried about. He's got to lie down.

Ken: I'm all right, I'm all right.

Jamie: Ken, with a fever like this, you should really go to the hospital.

Ken: No, no hospital. I have to get back.

Rachel: No, you're not going anywhere.

Jamie: Let's talk about this.

Rachel: I don't want him out of sight. I have to find out what's going on. No hospital.

Jamie: Read this before you decide to keep him here.

Rachel: What is that?

Jamie: Ken asked me to give it to you.

Rachel: I'll read it later. We have to get him up to bed.

Ken: Ok. I have to get out of here.

Sam: Ken, sit down.

Rachel: No. Ken?

Jamie: This is insane. We can't keep him here against his will.

Ken: Finally, someone with common sense.

Rachel: Oh.

Sam: Oh, boy. Ok. What is wrong with him?

Jamie: He seems to be having a severe allergic reaction to something.

Sam: Well, look.

Rachel: It's all right.

Sam: Sit down. Jamie, take him to the hospital now. He's not going to give you much more trouble than this.

Jamie: I agree.

Rachel: He'll check himself out.

Jamie: So, what if he does?

Rachel: Then I'll never find out what the connection is with Mac. I can't do that if he disappears.

Jamie: I don't like this.

Rachel: We're going to have to do this my way. We're going to keep him here. You'll examine him upstairs. If he's in real medical danger, then we'll take him to the hospital, ok? No. Would you help me please? Let's get him upstairs.

Ken: No.

Jamie: Against my better judgment.

Sam: Easy. Come on.

Rachel: Ow.

Jamie: Got him?

Sam: Yes, ok.

John: No, I didn't think that she was working. It's just that sometimes I can't keep up with her schedule. Right. Yeah. Thanks, Al.

Frankie: Hey, John. Don't tell me they actually let you out of that hospital every now and then?

John: Sometimes they make a mistake and let us out. How are you, Frankie? Hi, Josie.

Josie: Hi, we ran into each other at the mall.

Frankie: Not exactly. You see, I hear all this commotion. So I go to check out what it is. And it's Josie signing autographs.

Josie: Two, I signed two.

Frankie: These kids are going nuts. I mean, my little cousin's a celebrity.

Josie: Oh, now, I'm hardly that.

Frankie: Oh, come on. You said it wasn't the first time. Hey, hey, listen to this. "Romancing Brad Stone. Word has it that 'Sophisticate's' fresh faces model, sex kitten Josie Watts--"

John: Sex kitten?

Josie: Oh, they always say things like that. Read the rest, read the rest.

Frankie: "...May be starring in Brad's new flick. The two are inseparable off camera, and the film's savvy producers want to capture the couple's hot chemistry."

John: Hot chemistry. You guys got hot chemistry?

Frankie: Yeah, wait there's more. "And why not? Josie's been angling for a Hollywood assignment, and hers may be the fresh face tinsel town has been waiting for."

John: Is that what you're doing, Josie? Dating this guy so that you can get a part?

Josie: Oh, John, of course not.

John: Then how can they print this garbage?

Frankie: Because it sells newspapers.

John: It doesn't upset you?

Josie: Lucas told me to expect things like that. I mean, he's always saying to me that any press is good press. And hey, I've got an audition for a film.

John: That's true. I'm glad your career is going so well.

Josie: Thank you.

Frankie: Looks like somebody else has been hitting the mall, too.

John: It's not your stuff, huh, Josie?

Josie: No.

John: I guess it must be Sharlene's then.

Josie: Mama bought this stuff? I don't believe it.

Frankie: Well, I don't either. I mean, Sharlene has never paid full price for anything. This stuff is...

Josie: Expensive.

Frankie: Yeah.

Josie: This isn't like her at all.

John: No, it's not. Excuse me.

Josie: Sure. Where are you going?

John: Going to find Sharlene.

Sharlene: I hope you like beer.

Grant: Yeah. I love it. I shouldn't, but what the hell.

Sharlene: Good, 'cause it's all I've got. Here, catch.

Grant: Ah, thanks.

Sharlene: Want a glass?

Grant: No. I like it just like this.

Sharlene: [Laughs] So do I.

Grant: Colder.

Sharlene: That's right.

Grant: You sure you don't want to go out for something to eat? I hear there was a new bistro.

Sharlene: Look, are you interested in food or me?

Grant: You know, you are definitely the most different person I have ever known.

Sharlene: Maybe you hang around with the wrong crowd.

Grant: Well, maybe. Hey, I see you still have it.

Sharlene: You won it for me, didn't you?

Grant: Mm-hmm. I expected to see it in some trash basket somewhere.

Sharlene: Why?

Grant: Maybe just because of the fact that I didn't help you bring it home.

Sharlene: Oh, boy. We're back to that again, are we?

Grant: Yeah, we are. I'm not used to having my dates walk out on me. I thought we were having a good time.

Sharlene: We were.

Grant: So? What did I do wrong?

Sharlene: You didn't do anything wrong. I just had some place I had to be.

Grant: No, no. No, no. That's not going to do it.

Sharlene: Gee, you're not going to let me off the hook on this thing, are you?

Grant: No. Definitely not.

Sharlene: Ok. I was having a great time.

Grant: Mm-hmm?

Sharlene: Too great a time. And then it hit me.

Grant: What?

Sharlene: That I was probably just a pickup for you. And I didn't feel like a one-night stand, so I left.

Grant: You always make snap judgments like that?

Sharlene: About guys like you, sure.

Grant: Yeah, but you don't know anything about guys like me.

Sharlene: That's right. I don't. So tell me about yourself.

Grant: Uh-uh. You first.

Sharlene: Uh-uh. I like being a mystery.

Grant: Yeah? So do I.

Sharlene: Are you hiding something?

Grant: Maybe.

Sharlene: Let me in on it, ok?

Grant: I'm a private kind of guy.

Sharlene: Oh. You play poker?

Grant: I haven't for about 20 years.

Sharlene: Good. It's a great way to get to know a person.

Grant: What, two--

Sharlene: The way he plays his hand.

Grant: Two-handed poker? Ha, why not?

Sharlene: Sit down. Ok. So what will it be? High-low? 7-card stud? Strip?

Grant: Oh, boy, why do I feel like I've just signed away my Porsche?

Sharlene: Relax.

Grant: All right. What are the stakes?

Sharlene: Oh, stakes. Winner gets to ask a question and the loser has to answer it... truthfully.

Grant: You're on.

[Knock on door]

Evan: Come in, Amanda.

Amanda: Thank you for seeing me. I wasn't sure that you would.

Evan: Ok, what do you want?

Amanda: I'm supposed to be going away with Sam for the weekend.

Evan: I know. You said that.

Amanda: I just have a few things that I have to ask you.

Evan: Like what?

Amanda: Why did you send the locket back and not tell me you were doing it?

Evan: Because you asked for it.

Amanda: Why would you send it to the house?

Evan: Because you live there.

Amanda: Sam opened the package.

Evan: Well, that's not my problem, is it?

Amanda: He was upset.

Evan: Oh, I see. You come all the way over here just to tell me that little Sammy is upset.

Amanda: You never used to be like this.

Evan: Like what?

Amanda: So cold.

Evan: What did you expect, Amanda, when you came through the door? Champagne? Flowers? You told me you wanted me out of your life. You had no feelings for me.

Amanda: No, I never said that.

Evan: Let me remind you of something. You turned your back on me, on us, and our relationship. And then you lied to Sam. You stood there in front of both of us, and you said that you'd never been unfaithful. Now, that's what I call cold.

Amanda: I'm sorry.

Evan: Don't be. I'm fine.

Amanda: I've hurt you and Sam. I've made a mess out of everything.

Evan: Oh, I see. Is that what you came all the way over here just to say?

Amanda: I came over here because I don't know how to go on.

Paulina: Let's just say things were heating up at the Cory's. This will be ready soon. Want a taste? Here.

Derek: No, no, no. Paulina.

Paulina: Oh, terrific.

Derek: Paulina, quit stalling. Talk to me.

Paulina: Ok. I cut out because of Ken Jordan.

Derek: Why? What did he do?

Paulina: I don't know really, but the family doesn't trust him. Rachel came back from Arizona without him, and the next thing I know, the house is filled with police. One lady detective wanted to quiz me.

Derek: Oh, let me guess. Courtney Walker?

Paulina: Yeah. Yeah, you know her?

Derek: She's Stacey's roommate.

Paulina: Oh, terrific. She offered to do a background check on everyone that comes near Rachel. Not just Jordan, but the entire household staff.

Derek: And Rachel agreed to that?

Paulina: I didn't really stick around to find out. The family seemed to love the idea.

Derek: Look, you're coming in on the end of something. They're just worried about Rachel. It's nothing.

Paulina: Fine. I got to worry about me.

Derek: Yeah, well, what if they did a background check? I mean, you didn't do anything except grew up on Gold Street.

Paulina: Derek, we have been through all this. I gave them a line and they bought it. And I don't want any cop messing things up for me.

Derek: So come clean. You take very good care of Steven. They like you. Tell them that you're an orphan.

Paulina: No.

Derek: They'll probably just think that you came a long way in your life. I think that they'll respect you for it.

Paulina: I don't.

Derek: Unless there's something else.

Paulina: Don't be ridiculous.

Derek: Paulina?

Paulina: There isn't. Derek, you know, not everyone thinks growing up like we did is so romantic. Now, can we just drop this and get something to eat?

Derek: What the hell are you doing?

Paulina: Getting out of this dirty shirt. Any objections?

Derek: No. Not at all.

Rachel: Are you finished?

Jamie: Just about, Mom. Come in.

Rachel: How is he?

Jamie: Calming down. I gave him a mild sedative, and I started him on an antibiotic. Hopefully, that's going to bring the fever down. He was delirious.

Rachel: How bad is this?

Jamie: He's got a bad infection. But if we watch him carefully and give him plenty of fluids, he won't have to go to the hospital. I just think--

Rachel: Did he tell you what happened?

Jamie: It looks like a bite on his left hand, something poisonous.

Rachel: There were snakes everywhere out there.

Jamie: But these aren't fang marks. I guess it's probably a scorpion.

Rachel: A scorpion? Jamie, how is he going to survive that?

Jamie: He probably took an antidote. Maybe he had an allergic reaction to it or something. I don't know. But he's not in good shape.

Rachel: He saved my life. And I just left him like this out in the desert.

Jamie: Mom.

Rachel: I never should have let Cass talk me into leaving.

Jamie: You had no way of knowing what happened to ken. You still don't. All I can tell you is that he survived the initial reaction to the venom. We just have to watch him for a little while for future complications.

Rachel: Is he gonna be all right?

Jamie: The antibiotic should kick in any day now.

Rachel: He is burning up, Jamie.

Jamie: I know. I gave him something for the fever.

Rachel: Ken?

Jamie: He won't respond, Mom-- the sedatives. It is going to be a while before we get any answers around here. Have you read the letter?

Rachel: No.

Jamie: I sure hope it explains some things.

Rachel: Me, too. Jamie, thanks.

Sam: So, no sign of her, eh? No, Wendy, no message. Just do me a favor. Call me if she shows up. Thanks. Did you get Ken all settled?

Jamie: Yes, he is pretty sick right now, but he'll make it.

Sam: Well, I hope Rachel knows what she is doing.

Jamie: Yeah, you and me both, Sam. At least Jordan's too sick to stir up any trouble for a while.

Sam: Yeah, listen, are you guys going to be ok if Amanda and I split?

Jamie: Oh, that's right. You guys are going to the Oak Tree inn.

Sam: Yeah.

Jamie: I can handle Jordan. You guys go.

Sam: Well, I would like to, but I can't seem to find Amanda.

Jamie: Where is she?

Sam: If I knew that, we'd be gone. I am going to make some more phone calls, see if I can track her down.

[Doorbell rings]

Jamie: Vicky.

Vicky: Surprise.

Jamie: Is anything wrong?

Vicky: Oh, no, no. I am fine. I was just driving home. I had an overwhelming desire to see Steven. But if it is a bad time...

Jamie: No, no. This is a perfect time. Paulina's not here. Steven's not even in bed yet. Come on.

Vicky: Oh, good. Thank you.

Jamie: In fact, if you want to do the honors...

Vicky: I would love to. Oh, hey, Sam.

Sam: Hey ya, Vick. Yeah, I'll hold.

Jamie: This works out great, because I got to run over to the hospital in a little while.

Vicky: Oh, good. Well, that's fine. I am free all night.

Jamie: I thought that you and Evan had plans.

Vicky: Oh, we did. But he got some mysterious phone call and that was that.

Jamie: Oh, I am sorry.

Vicky: No, no problem at all. I would rather spend my time with Steven. Where is he?

Sam: He is in the kitchen with Alli being fed by Hilda. Would you tell Alli that I will be there in a minute? I need to do something.

Vicky: Of course.

Jamie: Ok.

Amanda: Evan, I know I am probably the last person that you want to see here, but there is nobody else that I can talk to about this.

Evan: What about Sam?

Amanda: Especially not Sam.

Evan: He is your husband.

Amanda: Evan, please. I don't blame you for hating me. I hate me. But I didn't come all the way over here to fight with you.

Evan: Ok.

Amanda: I never imagined that I could care about two people. I didn't want to. I fought it. I tried to do what I thought was right. I tried to make my marriage work no matter what.

Evan: You did that, didn't you?

Amanda: No.

Evan: Come on, everything is rosy between you and Sam.

Amanda: No, I know that is what it looks like, but that is not what it feels like.

Evan: Well, what does it feel like?

Amanda: Sam and I are trying, but it is not working. I'm afraid.

Evan: Why?

Amanda: Because I can never let my guard down.

Evan: Is that what you meant when you said that you felt like you couldn't go on?

Amanda: I thought I could control this. I thought I could just make it disappear.

Evan: Did you really think that you could forget about us?

Amanda: Yeah, I did. But I can't. I walk through every day pretending to be somebody that I am not. And the more understanding Sam is, the worse it gets. I can't even look him in the eyes anymore. And he shuts down, and he doesn't talk to me or touch me. Nothing is right, and I can't make it right!

Evan: Come here. Just let go. It is ok. That was inside too long. It is ok. Hey, I've missed you. Do you know that?

Grant: Why don't you just admit defeat and fold while you still can?

Sharlene: I never quit while I am ahead. Want another beer?

Grant: Sure.

Sharlene: It's your turn to get this round.

Grant: All right. Boy, this place sure is bare. What, do you got nothing but beer in here?

Sharlene: Nope.

Grant: All right, have you come to your senses yet?

Sharlene: Yeah. I call.

Grant: You call? Ha ha ha. You call. All right. It's your funeral. Read 'em and weep. Ha ha ha.

Sharlene: I don't believe you played that hand.

Grant: What?

Sharlene: Don't you know what that is?

Grant: Yeah, it's a--it's a full house.

Sharlene: That is aces and 8s. That's the dead man's hand.

Frankie: Would you look at this?

Josie: She never wears this color.

Frankie: Or anything this slinky.

Josie: Or this glamorous.

Frankie: Do you think she might already be pregnant?

Josie: Frankie, please. Don't tell her that I told you that. I think maybe she wanted that to be a secret.

Frankie: Don't worry. I just thought it might explain all this stuff.

Josie: If she were pregnant, don't you think she would be buying maternity clothes?

Frankie: I didn't say it made sense. I was just wondering if it would explain her doing something so...

Josie: Strange.

Frankie: Yeah.

Josie: I think that stuff about hormonal changes is a big wives' tale.

Frankie: Yeah, well, Frame women have a way of making those myths come true.

Josie: Frankie.

Frankie: Now, you say that she had been acting weird?

Josie: Yeah. She came over yesterday.

Frankie: And?

Josie: Well, first she ran out of gas.

Frankie: We've all done that.

Josie: That's what I said. But she kept saying over and over how she filled the tank up, but she just--she seemed confused.

Frankie: Huh. Anything else?

Josie: She told me that she and John were thinking of having a baby. And then she started in on me and Brad. And she just--she went a little nuts. Next thing I know, she stormed out.

[Telephone rings]

Frankie: Oh, that is probably her now calling from work. Hello? Ah, yeah, she is. Could you hold on one moment? Jos?

Josie: Is it her?

Frankie: No, it is someone from "Sophisticate."

Josie: Hello, this is Josie. You won't? It is the swimsuit edition. I am featured. Well, who decided that? Is she there? Oh, don't worry, I will. Of all the nerve.

Frankie: What happened?

Josie: Iris cancelled me from the swimsuit edition.

Frankie: Why?

Josie: I think I know. You know, she didn't even have the decency to tell me herself. She had one of her production assistants call. She probably hired some 17-year- old who could bow lower.

Frankie: Don't tell me you are already a has-been.

Josie: Better not be.

Frankie: I was only kidding.

Josie: Well, I'm not.

Frankie: Would you relax? Iris loves you. It is just one shoot.

Josie: That is all it takes. Lucas has told me thousands of times. If you are not moving up, you are moving down. This is a cutthroat business. I have to do something about it. And I think I know what.

Amanda: I shouldn't even be here.

Evan: Yeah, but you are.

Amanda: I couldn't stay away.

Evan: Well, that is because you can be yourself here.

Amanda: Seems like the only place. What am I going to do? Sam is still waiting for me to go back to the country.

Evan: Well, what, are you afraid to be alone with him?

[Telephone rings]

Amanda: Are you going to get that?

Evan: No, the machine will pick it up.

Evan's voice: You have reached the residence of Evan Bates. At the sound of the tone, please leave your name, your number, and a message. I will get back to you as soon as I can.

Sam: Bates, 984 Shore Drive.

Amanda: Sometimes I wish I could go back and undo everything.

Evan: Then you have to stop letting other people make decisions for you.

Amanda: I don't do that.

Evan: Yes, you do. You think about what Sam wants, what Alli needs. What about you? What do you need? This is the first time

Sharlene: You've never heard of the dead man's hand?

Grant: No.

Sharlene: Did I say something wrong?

Grant: No, just tell me about this hand.

Sharlene: Aces and 8s. It's the same hand Wild Bill Hickok was holding when he got shot.

Grant: What?

Sharlene: It's true. He was shot in the back at deadwood, when he was playing poker. It was the only time he ever put his back to the door in a saloon. The only time.

Grant: You mean, so it had nothing to do with him playing cards? It was just a big mistake.

Sharlene: Yeah, you never made a mistake?

Grant: Uh-uh. And not tonight. I won!

Sharlene: Uh-uh, uh-uh. Don't you count your chickens, babe. Turn them over. Go on.

Grant: Now, wait a minute. 4 of a kind? I thought you--thought you were bluffing me.

Sharlene: I win! Whoo!

Grant: Oh, come on. All right, all right. What do you want to know?

Sharlene: Why would someone like you come looking for someone like me?

Grant: Because somebody like you is very interesting to somebody like me. All right. Dealer's choice. I-- well, what have we here? You didn't strike me as the type who cheats.

Sharlene: Hmm, a jack of hearts. Did I strike you as the type who likes to win?

Grant: You know, if you were playing in the old west, they'd probably plug you full of lead right now or hang you by the nearest tree.

Sharlene: [Laughs] Well, I didn't think I'd meet up with a dead-eye like you, not in a million years.

Grant: You know something? You ought to be in politics. You know that? Because I bet you could charm yourself out of almost any situation you got into.

Sharlene: What do you mean, almost?

Grant: Well, since I won, you owe me one truthful answer.

Sharlene: Ok. Fire away. What's your question?

Grant: Is there another man in your life?

Sharlene: Didn't you ask me that the other night?

Grant: Mm-hmm. And you kept running away from it.

Sharlene: Why do you keep after me about that?

Grant: Because, I mean, this place--it doesn't look--it doesn't look lived in at all.

Sharlene: Well, I'm not here very much. But it's the only home I've got. And no one shares it with me. Honest. I'm tired of cards. I feel like some music and maybe a little dancing.

Here we are face to face

Sharlene: Unless you don't want to.

We forget time and place hold me now don't let go...

Paulina: What happened to you, Derek? I don't remember you being such a prude when we shared the room at the Baxter's.

Derek: Yeah, well, you were a scrawny kid then. You're not anymore.

Paulina: Didn't think you'd noticed.

Derek: Oh, I noticed. Not that you act much different.

Paulina: What did Stacey do to win you over?

Derek: She's been nice to you, hasn't she?

Paulina: Yeah, I guess. So have you, but I don't feel you looking down on me.

Derek: Stacey's not like that.

Paulina: Yeah, right.

Derek: What's that supposed to mean?

Paulina: It means I don't think you'd be so nervous about me if you were more sure of her.

Derek: I am sure of her. But she's got these friends that do not think that I'm good enough for her, and they just can't wait for her to dump me.

Paulina: Because she's a hotshot attorney and you're only a bouncer.

Derek: Oh, I can see you're as tactful as ever.

Paulina: You haven't changed much either, Derek.

Derek: Good. I don't go on changing. Because I like my life just the way it is. Why don't we sit down and chow on your stew before it gets cold.

Paulina: You're still a real dreamer, aren't you?

Derek: Oh, come on.

Paulina: No, you come on. You live your life like you're in one of Felicia Gallant's novels. Except in real life, the lady doesn't marry the laborer. She just fools around with him a bit until she snags some rich corporate banker.

Derek: Oh, you think so?

Paulina: I know so.

Derek: Yeah, well, what are you doing? At the Cory mansion? What, are you sitting there waiting for some handsome chauffeur to sweep you off your feet?

Paulina: No way. In fact, I won't be in the servant's quarters much longer. I plan on moving upstairs real soon. All on my own.

Ken's voice: Dear Rachel, I know you think you want answers about me, about the red swan. But what I can tell you isn't as important as what you already know. Mac was a great man, and he loved you more than life itself. Believe me, it's best to let this whole thing go. I say that because I really feel it's what Mac would have wanted. You deserve to be happy and at peace. That's what Mac could give you. I hope someday you find somebody equally worthy of your love. I know I've caused you a lot of pain and anxiety. Not that it helps much, but I never meant to. In spite of that, I'm glad we met. You're a hell of a woman. Ken.

[Knock on door]

Vicky: Rachel.

Rachel: In here.

Vicky: Hi. Jamie asked me to bring this up--some soup. He says you better get him to eat, otherwise he'll need an I.V. He went to get some more medication.

Rachel: Yeah, ok, thanks.

Vicky: Sure. Um, oh, I'll be in the nursery if you need me.

Rachel: Thank you. Hi, how are you doing? You want some soup? Jamie says you have to eat.

Ken: Huh. Not bread and water, huh?

Rachel: Well, you are feeling better, aren't you? Do you think you can sit up? Now, why don't you just save the jokes? Just have some soup. I want some answers, Ken. What happened in the desert?

Ken: Oh. Ah. I... was...

Rachel: What? My gosh, you're burning up again.

Ken: I didn't--didn't mean to leave you.

Rachel: You got bitten by a scorpion, didn't you?

Ken: I--I tried to get back to you.

Rachel: Yes, I know. Ok, look. You just stop talking, ok? You need some rest.

Ken: I--I...

Rachel: You're all right. We'll talk later.

Josie: So you like the idea? Tomorrow? Tomorrow would be great. Oh, Felicia, thank you so much. Goodbye. She went for it.

Frankie: Who went for what?

Josie: I am going to be on Felicia's talk show.

Frankie: You asked her to do that?

Josie: Well, why not?

Frankie: Well, don't you think it's a bit pushy? I mean, she's Matt's stepmother and all. He might think that you're taking advantage and--

Josie: What is the use of having connections if you don't use them?

Frankie: Oh.

Josie: Frankie, I just can't wait for things to come my way.

Frankie: Yeah, I guess you're right.

Josie: Besides, Felicia thinks it's a great idea. She says that everyone wants to know about the life of a model.

Frankie: Well, it sounds so glamorous. But you can put a crack in that fantasy.

Josie: I'll have to do more than that. I need an angle. Something that will make people remember me.

Frankie: Ooh, I know. You come in dressed all in black leather, you see--

Josie: Frankie, Frankie. I'll figure something out. In fact, I really should get going. I've got to figure out what I'm going to wear tomorrow.

Frankie: You're not going to wait for John and your mama?

Josie: I really have to do this. Would you tell her when she comes home not to worry about me and Brad?

Frankie: Sure.

Josie: Oh, and tell her about Felicia's talk show.

Frankie: Don't worry, I will.

Josie: Oops.

John: What's the rush?

Josie: I'm on my way out. Frankie will explain.

John: Ok. What is that all about?

Frankie: Hmm, the usual. Fame, fortune...

John: Did Sharlene call?

Frankie: No. Guess you didn't find her, huh?

John: I stopped at the boutique where she did all of her shopping. Salesgirl said that she charged over $1,000 worth of this stuff.

Frankie: John, I'm sure there must be some reasonable explanation for this.

John: There had better be.

Frankie: You look really worried.

John: I am, Frankie. I have been for quite a while.

Frankie: Is that why you were asking about Sharlene's past and our family and...

John: I was looking for some kind of a pattern.

Frankie: You really think something's wrong.

John: I'm not sure, but I have a hunch about something.

Frankie: What?

John: I'm not ready to talk about it just yet. Not until I know more. And I guarantee you, I will know more.

And though no one knows what's going on inside and all the love I feel for you...

Grant: I could dance this way all night long.

When I have you close to me the feeling's so sublime that there's nothing I can do

Sharlene: Come on, you're not leaving yet, are you?

To keep from loving you

Grant: I didn't want to stay this long. I only wanted to find you. And I did.

Oh, no can't keep from loving you

Sharlene: And I'm real glad. But, gee, since you went to all that trouble, why go home at all?

Amanda: That's just it. I don't know what I want. I used to think that I wanted a happy marriage, but...

Evan: What? It wasn't enough?

Amanda: It should have been.

Evan: Amanda, what happened was nobody's fault. It just happened.

Amanda: Things don't just happen. You let them happen.

Evan: That's right.

Amanda: I really, really wanted to make things good with Sam again.

Evan: Well, then you're going to have to go to Sam. You tell him exactly how you feel. That's the only way you're going to feel better about yourself.

Amanda: I tried that. And I just keep thinking about how much I'm going to hurt him.

Evan: Well, then I can't be with you either. Because I'm not going to help you hide from yourself.

Amanda: That's just what you think I'm doing, isn't it?

Evan: That is exactly what you're doing. I'm not going to take another chance like I did before with you. You hurt me, Amanda.

Amanda: I'm sorry.

Evan: You can't have it both ways. I'm not going to share you. You mean too much to me.

Amanda: I know you're right. I've got to tell Sam the truth. He doesn't deserve to be hurt like this.

Evan: The hurt is over.

Amanda: What do you mean?

Evan: The worst part is over.

Amanda: What worst part?

Evan: Sam knows we made love.

Amanda: What? He knows?

Rachel: What is it? What do you want?

Ken: Mac.

Rachel: What about Mac?

Ken: Hmm, no.

Rachel: Ken, how do you know Mac? How long did you know Mac?

Ken: It's you. He didn't get you after all.

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