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Another World Transcript Tuesday 3/7/06

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Man: What's the matter with her?

Matt: Josie, you ok?

Donna: Would you stop the camera, please?

Michael: What is it, Felicia-- What?

Felicia: This.

Reuben: It's no joke?

Felicia: I wish it were one.

Jake: What is it, Felicia?

Felicia: A fan sent this to Josie. Who could do something...

Donna: All right. What do we do now? What do we do?

Michael: We call the cops--

Jake: No, no cops.

Michael: What?

Jake: I said no cops, Michael.

Sharlene: You did get the night off.

John: I wasn't about to let you do the cooking for all these people all by yourself.

Sharlene: It's almost done. But you can set the table. Here, taste this, all right? It's mulligan stew, it's your favorite.

John: Mm. It's delicious.

Sharlene: Yeah, so are you.

John: How are you, you ok?

Sharlene: Yeah, I'm--why wouldn't I be?

John: Well, that was quite a go-around we had... about buying all the clothes.

Sharlene: Oh, no, no. I--I'm--I'm not still upset about it. Besides it's--it's all taken care of.

John: Is it?

Sharlene: Yeah. I took the clothes back today. And I--we'll have credit on the charge.

John: Sharlene, I told you that you didn't have to take them back. You could keep them. Don't you remember? Sharlene, why don't you remember?

Ken: No!

Rachel: Ken.

Ken: No!

Rachel: Ken.

Ken: What? What?

Rachel: You're dreaming.

Ken: Cold.

Rachel: Good, you're going to be ok now. Hi.

Ken: Rachel.

Rachel: Yeah.

Ken: Where am I?

Rachel: You're in my home.

Ken: What am I doing here?

Rachel: You've been very ill. Delirious.

Ken: What do you mean?

Rachel: You've been talking a lot.

Ken: What did I say?

Rachel: I have no idea. You seemed to think I was someone else.

Ken: Oh. I must have really been out of it. How did I get here?

Rachel: You collapsed at the airport. We had you taken here. That was yesterday.

Ken: Yesterday? I got to go.

Rachel: No, no, no you don't.

Ken: I can't stay here.

Rachel: Ken. You're not going anywhere until I say you are.

Jake: Cops will bring reporters. Publicity is exactly what this psychopath wants.

Donna: Jake is right, Michael.

Josie: I'm sorry if I ruined everything.

Donna: No--

Felicia: Honey, you didn't do anything.

Michael: Look, what's important right now is Josie's protection.

Jake: Oh, and now you're into protection, Michael. Where were you when--

Donna: Jake, Jake.

Matt: Could you stop arguing?

Jake: All right, all right!

Matt: We should decide what's best for Josie right now.

Reuben: We call the cops, right?

Josie: I don't know. If we call the police, won't that be publicity? Won't that make it worse?

Matt: It's ok, Josie, I'm gonna protect you.

Felicia: Honey, I think we should call the police. And we'll just tell them to keep it confidential.

Donna: Yes, Felicia's right. Felicia, you come and call the police.

Felicia: All right.

Matt: Would you come here?

Donna: Come on, there's a telephone up here.

Felicia: Ok.

Matt: Ok, and sit down. Stop worrying. I'm coming to stay with you night and day, ok?

Josie: Oh.

Michael: I got to tell you, Jake, I'm really tired of you grandstanding in front of my wife.

Jake: You know something, Michael, I am just tired of you in general.

Michael: Fine. Well, then why don't we discuss my little business offer?

Jake: Oh, you want to buy me out.

Michael: Name your price.

Jake: Who's going to run this place if I'm gone, Michael?

Michael: Donna.

Jake: You know something? You can just take your offer and shove it, because you can't buy me out of Donna's life.

Sharlene: I hate it when we fight.

John: The fight was over.

Sharlene: I was--I was still upset.

John: We were both upset, but you should still remember.

Sharlene: I-John, I must have blocked it out. I'm--I'm sorry.

John: No, that's no reason to be sorry. Not at all. Come here. Sit down. I was worried about you, that's all.

Sharlene: John, there's no reason to be worried.

John: Look, I think that your blood sugar is way off again.

Sharlene: Why? What would that have to do with anything?

John: Because hypoglycemia could account for your forgetting.

Sharlene: Well, I was upset, John. People don't always listen when they are in an argument.

John: I think we should do more tests.

Sharlene: Ok, fine. We'll do more tests. Anything that'll--anything that'll keep us from fighting. Anything that'll keep you from...

John: From what?

Sharlene: Leaving me.

John: Leaving you? How could you even say something like that?

Sharlene: John, when I think of us fighting... when I think that maybe someday you won't want to be here, I go cold.

John: Oh, come here. Come here.

Sharlene: John, you are everything to me. You are everything to me. I can't even imagine life without you.

John: You don't have to. I'm here; I'll always be here. You should know that by now.

Sharlene: [Sighs] I need you so much, John. I need you so much.

John: Look, I've made a decision. I'm going to be around here a lot more. I don't know how I'm going to do it, but I'll find a way.

Cass: Shh.

Frankie: Best advertisement for marriage or what?

Cass: Come on. Let's let them keep advertising.

Ada: What a cockamamie idea.

Jamie: Mom wanted Ken here.

Ada: I let you let her go ahead with it. I must have been out of my tree.

Jamie: You didn't let me let her, grandma.

Ada: I didn't not let you.

Jamie: Nobody lets me do anything.

Ada: Ok, Mr. Big shot.

Jamie: Mom is perfectly capable of making her own decisions.

Ada: [Sighs] If I wasn't then, I am now.

Jamie: What?

Ada: Out of my tree.

Jamie: Just because Ken Jordan is staying here?

Ada: Just?

Jamie: It hasn't been that bad, has it?

Ada: Like you would know. You, who is out be-bopping around town 90% of the time.

Jamie: Be-bopping? Grandma, I've been working like hard--crazy at the hospital.

Ada: Whatever. You're never home.

Jamie: Look, I know it's been hard on you with Paulina out of town--

Ada: Alli and Steven are not hard on me. Making chicken soup for that nut-job upstairs--now, that's hard on me.

Jamie: What should we have done? Let the man die?

Ada: What about going to a hospital like a normal human being?

Jamie: He wouldn't go to a hospital. Mom insisted that if he didn't need to be hospitalized, she would watch after him.

Ada: Well, you're crazy, both of you.

Jamie: Stacey.

Stacey: Hi.

Jamie: You're just in time to distract this woman.

Ada: All of a sudden, I'm "this woman. " Whatever happened to "grandma"?

Jamie: I reserve "grandma" for when you're not in a snit.

Stacey: Hi, Ada.

Ada: Whenever I open my mouth around here, I'm in a snit.

Jamie: Grandma, I know how much you do around here. I just wish that you wouldn't get so upset.

Ada: You just wish I was a shy, adorable, soft-spoken pussycat, which I'm not. Huh? So, wake up, face the music or smell the coffee, or whatever it is you do when you wake up. Nice to see you, Stacey.

Stacey: Yeah, you too. What was that all about?

Jamie: You wouldn't believe it if I told you. Sit down.

Stacey: No, I don't have time. I'm heading over to Derek's.

Jamie: Ah.

Stacey: I just came by to see how your Mom is doing.

Jamie: She's fine, thanks. Grandma might take issue with that, but it's true.

Stacey: Oh, good.

Jamie: Excuse me.

Stacey: Uh-huh.

Jamie: Hello? Paulina, where are you calling from?

Paulina: I'm still at my Mom's.

Jamie: How is she?

Paulina: She's fine. Um--just wanted to make sure everything was ok back there.

Jamie: Steven misses you like mad. In fact, every time he goes by your room, he tries to say your name. At least I think it's your name.

Paulina: Oh, give him a kiss for me, ok?

Jamie: I will. When are you coming back?

Paulina: Soon.

Jamie: That would be great.

Paulina: I was just wondering how everything was going with your Mom and that man-Jordan?

Jamie: Oh, it's all working out, actually.

Paulina: The police found him?

Jamie: No--no, actually, Mom found him and brought him here.

Paulina: Oh, no kidding?

Jamie: Yeah, the cops haven't come up with anything.

Paulina: Oh, well, uh--so, I guess everything is still a mystery then, huh?

Jamie: Yes, but at least everyone is in one piece, for now.

Paulina: Listen, I'll be home real soon, ok?

Jamie: Great.

Paulina: Um--so, tell everyone hello and maybe I'll see them tonight.

Jamie: Good, we'll be waiting.

Paulina: All right, bye-bye.

Jamie: Bye-bye.

Paulina: Well, you'll be happy to know I'm leaving you.

Derek: Oh, that is good news.

Paulina: You do wonders for my ego, Dane.

Derek: Well, you never did much for mine.


Paulina: What?

Derek: Ha ha ha.

Paulina: What's so funny?

Derek: I was just remembering this time you were really steamed at me. I guess I was about 16 years old and you would have been--

Paulina: You told Johnnie Mellow that I liked him.

Derek: Yeah, that's it.

Paulina: Scared him off, too. Creep never even looked at me again.

Derek: Yeah, well, you got me back. You told everybody on the block that I was some rock star's son--uh... Keith Moon, the who. That was it. And you told everybody that even though I was Moon's son, he dropped me off on somebody's doorstep because I was too big, too ugly, and I ate too much.

Paulina: They bought it, too.

Derek: Yeah, talk about ego. You always were pretty good about lying, Paulina.

Paulina: Now, what's that supposed to mean?

Derek: I bet you still are pretty good. Let me see, what's it mean? That I hope you're not lying to me now about why you're at the Corys'.

Paulina: You have nothing to worry about, Dane, nothing at all. So long.

Derek: Ok.

Rachel: Why did you send me this letter?

Ken: To say goodbye and to explain to you that the past is the past, it's gone. Forget about it.

Rachel: I have a right to know, Ken.

Ken: Can't you just let me get out of your life and accept my apology for ever coming into it in the first place?

Rachel: I want answers. Why did you lie to me about meeting Mac in Maine?

Ken: I told you that. I was afraid of how you'd take it.

Rachel: And were you in the photograph with Mac?

Ken: That what you want to believe?

Rachel: You didn't just talk to Mac the night before he died. You had some sort of an argument with him.

Ken: You should have left me at the airport.

Rachel: Well, you don't know who you're dealing with, do you?

Ken: I think I do.

Rachel: You have never met anyone as determined as I am. Look, I don't want Maudlin stories about the past.

Ken: I understand that.

Rachel: This is very important to me. You have to explain it to me.

Ken: I can't.

Rachel: You can't or you won't?

Ken: Please drop it.

Rachel: Why?

Ken: I have my reasons.

Rachel: Well, I set the rules here; you're on my turf. You are going to tell me.

Ken: Oh, what's it to be, the rack? Cat o' nine tails?

Rachel: You're not going to be able to laugh yourself out of this, Ken.

Ken: So, I am to be kept prisoner here until I--I confess all, is that it?

Rachel: Yeah, that's it. Ah--make sure you're comfortable.

Ken: Forget it, lady.

Rachel: So, it looks like we are at a standoff.

Ken: You got it.

Rachel: All right, I can wait. Doesn't look to me like you have many friends or much family. I don't think you'll be missed. So, I'll just wait until you tell me what I need to know.

Stacey: Don't you just love the sub-committee for postponing the hearing?

Derek: Great bunch of human beings.

Stacey: Mm-hmm. You know, if you were free, I was hoping you'd come down to Washington, but I think that this is better.

Derek: Ah, much better.

Stacey: Oh, why, oh why, did I say yes to dinner at John and Sharlene's?

Derek: Well, you got to eat some time.

Stacey: I know, but we could have ordered in food. We could've hung out here all night long.

Derek: Yeah, but...Sharlene's already started cooking by this time.

Stacey: You think so?

Derek: Mm. And they're nice people.

Stacey: Yeah, they're real nice.

Derek: Good food, good conversation.

Stacey: Derek, we talk ourselves into it yet?

Derek: Yeah, I think so.

Stacey: Why? We better get ready.

Derek: Hey, just a second. First things first.

Stacey: [Chuckles] You keep that up, we'll never get out of here.

Derek: Ok, ok, I'll get my jacket.

Stacey: Ok, I'll grab my purse.

Derek: All right. You know, you sitting on my bed is not the way to rally us to go to the Hudsons' for something to eat.

Stacey: You think I don't know that?

Derek: Ah, let's go.

Stacey: All right.

Derek: Ok.

Felicia: You really do go to bed at 11:00?

Josie: Sometimes earlier. Models need a lot of beauty rest. At least, this one does.

Felicia: Well, I'm just exhausted listening to your schedule. And I'm afraid we've exhausted our time. But I want to thank you for--for coming and giving a little--little insight into the world of modeling. It's been interesting. And we'll look for you on all the major magazines, ok? All right guys, that's it for today. Thanks for joining us. Till next time, bye-bye.

Woman: And cut.

Felicia: Ah, finally that's a wrap.

Matt: Hey.

Felicia: Honey, you did beautifully, you really did. You know, when you suggested going on with this interview, I didn't think it was such a hot idea, but you really handled it like a pro.

Josie: Well, I just figured everyone worked so hard.

Felicia: Absolutely right, really. And this is going to give you high visibility in the press, it really will.

Josie: Well, I just hope Iris sees it. She's been so desperate to keep me in the background.

Felicia: Have you talked to her?

Josie: Yes, we--we had a fight earlier today.

Felicia: Really?

Josie: I--I told her I was angry about the swimsuit issue.

Felicia: And?

Josie: She suspended me.

Felicia: You're kidding. Josie, I--I think you should patch this up with her. I mean, she's not the kind of a lady you want as an enemy.

Matt: Well, let's forget about enemies and high visibility and all that, and let's get some dinner.

Felicia: You know what? Matt is absolutely right. You go home, you relax, have a nice dinner and know that you did a great job. Ok? Thanks, kids.

Josie: Relax, right.

Felicia: Relax.

Matt: I'll get the coats, wait right here.

Josie: Ok.

Donna: Jake, you're the editor.

Jake: What, and now you don't have an opinion?

Donna: Not tonight, I don't.

Jake: Donna, if I cut this thing myself, it could take hours.

Donna: I promised Mikey that I would tuck him in tonight.

Jake: So, why don't you go do that and come back here afterwards?

Donna: I can't. I'm so exhausted. Be a darling, please do this for me. I promise, first thing in the morning I'll take a look at the rough cut.

Jake: Rough cut? By the morning I'll have the final cut done, Donna.

Donna: Wonderful. Thank you. Good night.

Michael: Donna, would you like a ride home?

Donna: No, thank you. I brought my own car. Don't look so glum. Good night everybody.

Josie: Good night, Donna.

Donna: Josie, job well done.

Josie: Thank you.

Donna: Well done. You were lovely, you were charming, you handled yourself beautifully throughout the whole interview, especially when you got that awful note. Really wonderful.

Josie: Thank you.

Donna: Bye-bye.

Josie: Good night.

Reuben and Matt: Good night.

Josie: [Sighs] Well, I just hope we haven't missed Mom's dinner.

Reuben: Yours? My Mom is doing that pot roast thing nigh it's like a coand rfornc


Josie: Mom has been so angry with me lately.

Jake: Good night, you guys.

Reuben: Lately? My Mom is mad at me from day one.

[Door closing]

Felicia: Hi. Gee, I--you know, I thought you were going to rip that tape right out of the machine. What is it-Donna?

Jake: Oh, you--yeah. Yeah, she just prances in here and parades around and I end up doing all the work, you know?

Felicia: Why do I get the feeling it might be a little more than that?

Jake: Like what?

Felicia: Oh, I don't know. Whatever it is, it makes two very intelligent men act like complete idiots.

Jake: Mind your own business, Felicia.

Felicia: You know what? You're right, I will.

Jake: I like you, and you know we need your business. But I think you should stay out of this.

Felicia: Yeah, you're right again, I will... after I say this one thing. I like you, too, Jake. But a non-professional relationship with Donna... ooh--is a major mistake. Ok, good night. Thank you.

Michael: I want you to know I think you were terrific; I was very impressed.

Donna: ju doi mb.

Michael: Donna, that whole thing could've been a complete disaster and you kept your cool the entire time.

Donna: Did you expect me to fall apart?

Michael: Well, I--no, I guess I was just glad to be able to see you at work, that's all.

Donna: Michael, I'm a professional now. I believe in being on time, working hard, making sure the show goes on no matter what the circumstances are.

Bridget: ...You there?

Donna: Oh, there is my guy. Hi. Whoa!

Mikey: Can I have one more cookie?

Donna: Oh.

Bridget: Oh, Ms. Donna, I said no. He's had 4 cookies already.

Donna: All right, Bridget says no, that's no.

Michael: Give me a hug. Oh, yes, what a guy.

Mikey: Just me.

Donna: Michael Spencer, what did Bridget just say? He won't take no for an answer these days.

Bridget: Oh, he's been very good today, you know?

Donna: Oh?

Bridget: Really he has; he picked up all of his toys.

Donna: Oh, what a good boy. All right, I'm going to go right upstairs and check my messages. I'll be right back. Would you make me a little snack? I'm famished.

Bridget: What would you like, dear?

Donna: Some warm brie French bread or crackers, whatever we have in there.

Bridget: Crackers.

Michael: I tell you what, buddy, why don't we go over here and sit down and have a little talk, ok? Why don't you just--ah. So, they went off to have brie and crackers, maybe you and I will just sit here and--and--and you know, spin yarns or something, ok?

Mikey: Daddy, was mommy away so long?

Michael: Oh, well... your Mom was at her job. She has a job that she likes very, very much. She's--she's very good at it. She's very talented. I think someday when you have a job you will know exactly what that's like; you will understand what I'm talking about. But I got to tell you, I think you'd have been really, really proud of your Mom, you know? She was just fantastic--just fantastic.

Bridget: Here we are.

Donna: Oh, thank you. That looks yummy.

Bridget: Well now, young man, are you ready to be tucked in?

Mikey: No, not yet. I haven't had my bedtime story.

Bridget: And who's going to take care of that for you?

Donna: I will.

Michael: I will.

Donna: No, it's all right, Michael.

Michael: No, no, no, you go ahead, Donna.

Mikey: I want both of you.

Bridget: Well, now, that's a wonderful idea.

Donna: Fine, all right, well, let's go upstairs and choose a book. Come on--chop, chop.

Michael: You go, buddy.

Donna: Chop, chop, chop, chop. I'm going to get you, I'm going to get you, I'm going to get you.

Bridget: Oh my, he's such a wonderful little boy. You must be very proud of him.

Michael: I am--I'm really proud of him, Bridget. It's--it's me I'm not too proud of. I just haven't been the kind of father I should've been to him lately, that's all.

Bridget: Oh, Mr. Michael, you always do your best.

Michael: I know, Bridget, but my best has not been good enough. I so much want to be here for my son and my wife.

Frankie: So, when you think of all the other galaxies...

Cass: ' Talking about cosmos here--I mean, the universe. We're talking--

Frankie: Big.

Cass: That's the word I was looking for.

Frankie: Yeah. And we're so small and insignificant.

Cass: It doesn't mean that we can't be small and insignificant and happy.

Frankie: Oh, I'm happy. Tonight... I am so happy.

Cass: How would you like to have a place like this in the country, you know?

Frankie: When I was growing up, all I ever wanted to do was get out of the sticks, but now I don't know.

Cass: They are not so bad now; they look good.

Frankie: When you're in them they do.

Matt: Hey, we caught them.

Cass: Hey, hi.

Frankie: Cute, Matt, cute.

Cass: Take notes, Matt, learn something.

Frankie: Oh, Cass, how did that interview go?

Cass: That's right, Felicia was putting you on tape.

Josie: Fine, fine, it--

Matt: Well, it--not--not that fine.

Frankie: What?

Josie: Um--oh, is Mom inside?

Frankie: Uh--yeah, I think so.

Josie: Ma.

Sharlene: Josie, hi.

John: Hi, just in time.

Josie: Hi.

Sharlene: How did it go?

Josie: Oh, Felicia was wonderful. It was like we were talking in her living room.

John: Oh, really. What did you talk about?

Josie: Me.

John: Ah.


Josie: Josie Watts.

Sharlene: It went well?

Josie: Felicia felt it did. She said I was very natural.

Matt: Yes, there was one thing though.

Josie: Matthew.

Matt: I think you should tell them.

Sharlene: What--what went wrong?

Josie: Oh, it--it was stupid.

Matt: She got something in the mail from some nut.

Josie: It really wasn't all that bad.

Sharlene: What was it? What...

Matt: It was a photograph of Josie slashed with red.

Josie: You're--you're making much too much out of this, Matthew.

Matt: I don't think you should ignore it; neither should your family.

John: Well, didn't it have anything to it; was there a note or anything?

Matt: It said, "you'll soon be mine."

Sharlene: Well, I knew this would happen. Ever since you got involved with Lucas.

Josie: [Exhales] He has nothing to do with it.

Sharlene: It's been one thing after another, and now this. Josie, who--who knows who could be out there waiting for you?

Josie: Mama, please calm down.

Sharlene: I don't want to calm down.

Josie: I'm not worried out.

Sharlene: I'm worried.

Josie: Felicia says this kind of thing happens all the time. The guy gets his kicks at being at a distance.

Sharlene: Well, we hope. We certainly hope.

John: Nothing is going happen to Josie. We won't let it.

Sharlene: How do you know that? How can you make sure of that?

Matt: We let the police know. They're already informed.

Sharlene: Josie.

Cass: Look, Sharlene, I certainly don't mean to minimize this, but maybe it was one of those one-time things.

Josie: Why did you do that? Why did you tell my mother?

Matt: What's the matter with you? Why didn't you want her to know?

Ken: I should warn you that I've been worked over for information by some pretty nasty types; I haven't talked yet.

Rachel: Well, you probably don't realize you've already told me some things.

Ken: That was the fever talking, all garbage.

Rachel: I don't think so.

Ken: Well, whatever it was, you're going to have to be satisfied with that.

Rachel: No way, not until you tell me the whole story--a story I believe.

Ken: Well, looks like we're in a state of siege.

Rachel: Yes, that's exactly what it is. I will feed you, I'll keep you comfortable, make sure you get your medication, but you're not leaving here.

Ken: You don't have the guts.

Rachel: I don't make empty threats.

Ken: You put up a good front, I'll grant you that.

Rachel: There was something going on between you and Mac. And you're going to tell me what it is or you don't get out of here.

[Door slams]

Ken: Rachel?

Rachel: Do you believe me now?

Ken: I have a business to run.

Rachel: You can forget about that; you can forget about everything. You don't get out of there until you talk to me.

Ken: Rachel. You can't keep me in here!

Jamie: You're not going to say anything, not one word.

Ada: Ok, ok.

Jamie: Nothing.

Ada: Don't you trust me?

Jamie: About this, no.

Ada: I'm sick of talking about it anyway.

Jamie: Grandma, Mom has a lot in her mind. If you start lecturing her--

Ada: Oh, heaven forbid I should lecture my own daughter when she installs a maniac weirdo in the guest room.

Jamie: See, there you go--

Ada: Shh!

Jamie: Mom, come and have some pie.

Ada: Yeah, it's your favorite, honey. It's lemon meringue.

Rachel: Wonderful.

Ada: Well, how is your charming friend Ken?

Rachel: Oh, he's much better. The fever has broken, Jamie. He's much calmer now.


Ada: What the hell is that?

Rachel: What are you doing?

Ada: I'm going to see where that banging is coming from.

Rachel: I'll tell you.

Ada: Ok, tell me.

Rachel: It's Ken.

Ada: I'm calling the cops.

Rachel: Mom, I'll explain.

Ada: Well, I hope it's good.

Rachel: Ken, uh--is making an adjustment.

Ada: Oh, why didn't I know that? I always bang things around when I'm making an adjustment. Don't you, Jamie?

Jamie: Let's have dessert, shall we?

Rachel: That's a good idea.

Ada: Oh, swell. We'll have dessert and we'll sit around, and we'll talk about, uh--let's see, what's on tv tonight? Thank you. It's Thursday night.

Rachel: Thursday is good for television or reading a book. Or--I know, we could rent a video.

Ada: Great idea. What about "Toys in the attic?"

Rachel: Mom.

Ada: I'm going up there.

Rachel: No, you're not.

Ada: Am I supposed to just ignore that?

Rachel: Yes, please.

Ada: Like we ignore everything else this guy is doing?

Jamie: Grandma.

Ada: Will you stop grandma-ing me?

Jamie: You said you weren't going to say anything.

Ada: That was before the banging started. I am not a person who can sit around and listen to banging.

[Banging] I'm going to see what's going on up there.

Rachel: Listen, you guys were the ones who wanted me home, right?

Ada: We wanted you home. Not that.

Rachel: That man has a lot of explaining to do and he's going to stay right here in this house until he explains. And we're going to be very patient.

Ada: Well, there's patience and then there's nuts.

Jamie: This pie is delicious.

Rachel: I think so, lemony.

Ada: Wonderful, I'm going to see what's going on up there.

Rachel: No, you are going to sit down and eat your dessert.


Donna: I followed him into the kitchen and had 6 hot dogs for lunch.

Michael: 6 hot dogs?

Donna: The end.

Michael: Yuck.

Donna: It's because Bridget wouldn't let me have another cookie.

Bridget: Ha ha ha.

Donna: Here, you can have a cracker.

Bridget: Shall I--shall I put him to bed?

Michael: No, no, no, that's ok, Bridget. I think, actually, I will put him to bed. So, come here, partner. We are going to go find you--oh. Where did--where did Mikey go? Let's go find another book and read, ok?

Donna: Good night, darling.

Michael: Oh, you want to kiss Mommy good night? Here, kiss Mommy good night. Good night, Mommy. Ok, kiss Bridget good night.

Bridget: Oh, good night, laddie.

Michael: Good night, Bridget.

Bridget: Good night, dear.

Michael: Ok, now we're ready to go. Thank you very much. Time to go. Yes, indeed we're going.

Bridget: Oh my, you know, it is so wonderful.

Donna: [Sighs]

Bridget: And it's--it's just like old times to see you and Mr. Michael reading to your son.

Donna: Hmm. Thank you for being here tonight. Of all days for Angela to want the day off.

[Phone rings]

Donna: I'll get that.

Bridget: Well, you know, I love to do it, of course.

Donna: Hello.

Jake: It's me.

Donna: Hi, Jake. Why are you calling?

Jake: Look, Donna, I'm in a real rush. The messenger's here waiting for the tape and I got a problem. How soon until you can get here?

Donna: [Exhales] Uh, well... uh...

Jake: How soon?

Donna: Now. I'll come now.

Jake: Good.

Donna: Bridget, I have an errand to run. I'll be back in about an hour.

Bridget: What am I going to tell Mr. Michael?

Donna: Uh... tell him good night. Bye-bye. Thanks again for everything.

Stacey is this private enough? You want to tell me in a closet or something? Is this going to do?

Cass: [Chuckles] I just wanted a word with you alone for a minute, that's all.

Stacey: Well, that usually signifies a lecture.

Cass: No, no lecture--far from it. I just wanted to tell you that I have come to really depend on you lately. You know, professionally speaking, of course. Personally, I don't depend on you at all.

Stacey: Right. So, go on.

Cass: Well, now that Zack is moving and shaking down in Washington D.C., I'm going to need even more help.

Stacey: Oh, I plan on picking up his slack, but I don't know if I can move and shake the same way that Zack does.

Cass: I'm offering you a full partnership, Stace. [Chuckles]

Stacey: You're offering--you and me--are you...

Cass: You and me, equal partners. Winthrop and Winthrop, you know? How about it?

Stacey: Oh, how about it--oh my gosh! You think I am going to say no?

Cass: Listen, there are strings attached, though.

Stacey: Uh-oh, what do you mean?

Cass: And they involve you and Derek.

Stacey: How?

Cass: Well, first of all, you're going to be spending a lot more hours at the office.

Stacey: Well, he can handle that.

Cass: And then there are the social obligations.

Stacey: So, what is it exactly that you are saying, Cass?

Cass: You know that Derek is not comfortable in those circumstances.

Stacey: Who is comfortable in those kinds of circumstances?

Cass: I'm--I am just thinking of your interests.

Stacey: Really?

Cass: Yes, really. I think you should give it some thought before you say yes. Both of you should.

Derek: Both of us, what?

Cass: Hey, Derek.

Stacey: Oh, hi. Nothing.

Derek: Nothing, then how come he's looking so serious?

Stacey: He doesn't look serious. Cass has never looked serious a day in his life.

Cass: Ahhh.

John: I really don't want to argue with you, Josie. I just think that your mother's having a very rough time right now.

Josie: That's exactly why I didn't want her to know about this.

Matt: Your family deserved to know. You're not going through this alone.

Josie: I'm tired. I'm tired and I don't want to talk about this any more. I want to go home.

Matt: It's kind of early, Josie.

Josie: Well, I've got a big day tomorrow. I've got to make up with Iris and get her to take me off suspension. Believe you me, that's going to take a lot of sleep.

Ready, Matt?

Matt: Yeah.

Josie: Good night, Frankie. Frankie, I'll call you tomorrow.

Frankie: Ok, look, don't worry about anything with Iris. You're going to do fine.

Josie: Didn't mean to put a damper...

Matt: Good night.

Sharlene: No...no. No, please.

Derek: Well, John, your wife sure is some kind of a cook.

John: Well, she's some kind of a wife.

Stacey: Oh, we had a terrific time. Thank you, guys.

Sharlene: And we'll do it again real soon.

Derek: Sounds good, we'll see you later.

Stacey: Right.

John: Glad you could make it.

Derek: Ok.

Sharlene: Drive carefully.

John: Good night.

Frankie: Whoo, somebody else is pretty tired.

Cass: I'll tell you what, one anisette and we'll be out of your way.

John: Sounds like a good idea.

Sharlene: Oh, terrific.

Cass: To John and Sharlene. It's a real pleasure to be in your home.

Frankie: Sure is.

Sharlene: Well, that's nice of you to say.

John: Thank you, the pleasure is all ours.

Sharlene: And if all goes as planned, next year there'll be even more of a warm family around here.

John: Sharlene.

Sharlene: Ah ha ha ha.

Cass: Well, I will drink to that.

Frankie: Oh, to junior Hudson.

Sharlene: Junior Hudson, I like the sound of that. Ha ha ha. Junior Hudson, all American. Mm.

John: Excuse me. Sharlene, what are you doing? We said that we would wait.

Sharlene: I'm sorry, I blew it.

John: Look, Sharlene, I just remembered one anisette is bad luck. At least, that's what I've heard.

Sharlene: Well, I needed to talk to you about some legal advice.

Cass: Oh, yeah? Ply me with anisette...

[Chuckles] ...And get free legal advice, huh?

Sharlene: Yeah. I wonder just exactly how does this no-fault divorce thing work?

Cass: You mean your friend wonders, don't you?

Sharlene: Yeah, that's right.

John: Sharlene, why are you asking about a divorce?

Donna: Jake? Jake, where are you? Jake?

Jake: Sit down, Donna.

Donna: What?

Jake: In the chair.

Donna: Where's the messenger? Why did you have me rush over here like this? What are you doing?

Jake: I was really impressed with Felicia's interviewing techniques. She really gets people to open up, don't you think?

Donna: Get that thing off me.

Jake: And you know how I like challenges; I was just wondering if I can do it.

Donna: I'm not in the mood for games, Jake.

Jake: It's not a game, Donna. It's a way to get to the truth.

Donna: What on earth are you talking about?

Jake: They say a camera never lies.

Donna: They who?

Jake: An interview subject can be phony or dishonest. But the lens... the lens captures the true gut feelings, don't you agree?

Donna: I don't have time for this, Jake.

Jake: Don't you think about me at night, Donna? Do you ever think about me at night, the way that you know I think about you?

Donna: Jake, I--

Jake: Sit down. Donna, I said sit down!

Donna: You've gone round the bend; I really think you've snapped.

Jake: Will we ever make love again, Donna?

Donna: I don't know. And I certainly wouldn't have you put it on videotape, if I did.

Jake: Fine, next question. Did you have Michael come to me and try to buy my share of Visions out?

Donna: What?

Jake: Because he's really putting a lot of pressure on me.

Donna: Well, I don't have anything to do with that. You should know that I would never do anything to break up our partnership, especially now that it's taken off.

Jake: What about our other partnership, Donna? Is that ever going to take off again?

Donna: I don't believe you're doing this. I--I resent being interrogated.

Jake: Or do I have to look for that kind of partnership someplace else?

Donna: No...I mean yes; you're not going to do this to me. I will not be pressured, I will not be cross-examined. You are as bad as Michael making unfair, unrealistic demands upon me.

Jake: [Clapping] Very good. It's your tour de force.

Donna: Stop this. Stop it; erase the tape and come over here and look at me.

Jake: I'm looking at you.

Donna: Don't ever talk to me that way again. I don't want you to--to ever bring up our...

Jake: What?

Donna: I don't want you to talk about what happened between us that time.

Jake: That we made love?

Donna: I don't want to talk about it.

Jake: Why, because you felt guilty?

Donna: Yes, I felt guilty! And I think I'm going to have to pay for it.

Jake: How?

Donna: I don't know. I just know I'm going to have to pay for it. All right. You want to show me the edited version of Felicia's interview or not?

Jake: Yeah, I'll show it to you. And then you can run home to Michael.

Donald: Hi, I'm Donald Boynton from Cold Springs.

Michael: Yes?

Donald: I hope I'm not interrupting anything.

Michael: Well, it is little bit late. What can I do for you?

Donald: Are you Michael Hudson?

Michael: Yes, I am.

Donald: I'm here to conduct a little business with you, Mr. Hudson. I'm an attorney.

Michael: [Exhales] Oh, is this about the divorce?

Donald: No. I represent the natural parents of a child known as Michael Spencer Hudson.

Cass: She's just asking for a friend, John.

John: Just--no, Cass, just let her tell me. Two hours ago you were afraid that I would leave you. Now you're asking about how to get a divorce.

Sharlene: I can't believe you're doing this. How can you embarrass me in front of Cass and Frankie? I don't-- doesn't it ever stop? Doesn't it ever stop?

Frankie: Sharlene? Sharlene, don't go.

John: Sharlene. Sharlene!

Michael: You want to tell me how you found us?

Donald: The child was featured on the news. Saved a woman's life or something, I understand?

Michael: We did a thorough search before we adopted Mikey and we turned up nothing.

Donald: There are reasons for that.

Michael: Mm-hmm. Why don't you tell me what these parents or the people who say that they're Mikey's parents, what they want? I mean, what do they want from me--money?

Donald: They don't want to go to court.

Michael: Well, then what do they want?

Donald: Huh. They want, Mr. Hudson, to open discussions about regaining custody of their natural son.

Michael: I don't want to talk about this now.

Donald: Fine. If you need a little time before we talk again--

Michael: No, no, no, tomorrow morning. Tomorrow morning, 9 a.m., my offices, the Hudson Group. I'm sure you know where those are.

Donald: Yes, I know where that is.

Michael: I expect you to have proof--documented proof that they are Mikey's biological parents.

Donald: Of course.

Michael: And I would hope that you would not mention this to anyone until I have a chance to tell my wife myself. Am I clear?

Donald: See you tomorrow.

Jamie: I've been thinking about Mac a lot lately.

Rachel: Have you?

Jamie: His dying seemed to kick off all this--this chaos in our family. It's like we lost our anchor, you know?

Rachel: Yeah, I do know. Well, maybe if we can find out the truth, we can all get on with our lives.

[Doorbell rings]

Rachel: Would you get that?

Jamie: Yeah.


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