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Another World Transcript Wednesday 3/8/06

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[Loud banging]

[Heart beating]

[Deep moan]

[Loud knocking]

[Knock on door]

[Knock on door]

Sharlene: Hi, I can explain.

Grant: Don't bother.

Sharlene: Hey! Hey. Did you use my new $20 passion plum as a magic marker?

Grant: Nobody keeps me waiting.

Sharlene: Oh, stuff it.

Grant: What?

Sharlene: Who died and made you king?

Rachel: You can get back into bed. You are not going anywhere.

Ken: Like hell. I want to go home, and I am going to pretend I never saw you or this house.

Rachel: Do you know how far this house is from town?

Ken: I will get a cab, wonderful invention.

Rachel: How are you going to pay for it?

Ken: Where is my wallet? You stole my wallet?

Rachel: You will get it back once you tell me what I want to know.

Amanda: How can you just sit there?

Jamie: What would you like me to do?

Amanda: Something.

Jamie: Amanda, she is my mother, not my child. I can't tell her which friends can come over to play.

Amanda: Ken Jordan has been lying to her since the very first, and now she has him in this house, nursing him back to health?

Jamie: That about sums it up.

Amanda: She has lost it, Jamie.

Jamie: Amanda, she wants some answers, and she thinks Jordan can give them to her, but he can't do that until he is better.

Amanda: This is insanity. We have enough problems in this house without having some stranger walking around.

[Phone rings]

Amanda: I will get it. Hello, Cory residence.

Evan: It's me.

Amanda: I told you that I would call you, and that's after everybody went to sleep.

Evan: I know, but I am glad you picked up.

Amanda: Yeah, so am I.

Evan: Amanda, you sound upset.

Amanda: I need to see you.

Evan: Soon. It is all set for us to meet tonight.

Evan: Well, it's--I don't know--such a beautiful night, I thought we could probably meet at the old mill.

Amanda: That's fine. Anywhere is fine.

Evan: Amanda, you really don't sound too good.

Amanda: I feel like I am slapping Sam in the face.

Evan: Well, it is not going to be that much longer. What do you say we meet in an hour?

Amanda: Give me an hour and a half. Everybody is at the house tonight. I won't be able to leave without a million questions.

Evan: Hey, I will be there. I will wait as long as it takes.

Amanda: I don't know what I am doing anymore, Evan. Everything is such a mess.

Evan: Look, we will just take one step at a time. I am here for you, sweetheart. Everything is going to be ok. I will make sure of that.

Amanda: An hour and half.

Evan: And I will be there.

[Phone clicks]

[Dial tone]

Sam: Yeah, it is me. I need you to do this now. And you gotta do it right.

Jamie: Who was on the phone?

Amanda: It was for me. Um... crisis at the office.

Jamie: At this hour?

Amanda: Yes, at this hour. Well, I haven't heard the lunatic pounding on his door in the past couple of minutes. Maybe he jumped out of the window. Maybe if we are lucky, he broke his neck.

Jamie: Amanda, Ken Jordan is a part of Mom's life now.

Amanda: Why does everything have to be so complicated?

Jamie: Whoa, what is with you lately?

Amanda: Nothing.

Jamie: You are always wired, or Sam is always brooding. Are you guys working things out or not?

Ken: Rachel, stop. Talk to me.

Rachel: I have been trying to do that since we brought you here.

Ken: All right, all right, look, I told you I knew Mac. I told you why I didn't tell you that information at first. Now, what more do you want from me?

Rachel: What about Mrs. Johnson? See what happens when I confront you with something? What about the dress that you sent me for the ball? That was you, wasn't it? And what about your name on my dance card?

Ken: So maybe I am just shy.

Rachel: Please.

Ken: Maybe I wanted to dance with you. I didn't know how else to ask.

Rachel: You are not shy. You wanted me to know that you were in town. You wanted me to expect you.

Ken: Did you ever think I might just be an incurable romantic?

Rachel: No.

Ken: Then you don't know me, Rachel.

Rachel: You are right. I don't know you, not at all.

Ken: I told you that I wanted to meet you. Is that so terrible?

Rachel: Yes, it is in this instance. You have lied to me about who you are, about knowing Mac, about knowing me.

Ken: I was jealous, ok?

Rachel: Of what?

Ken: Of Mac. Of the love that the two of you had for each other. I wanted to know what that felt like. I wanted to know you. I think you already knew that.

Rachel: Did it ever occur to you that scaring me and lying to me were not very effective means of getting to know me?

Ken: I did what I thought I had to do.

Rachel: I have no idea who you are.

Ken: Rachel.

Rachel: You argued with Mac the last night, right before he died. Why? Jamie says you have to eat to get your strength back. You haven't touched your food. All right, you are not going to talk, you are not going to eat. I guess there is nothing left for you do except sleep. Good night.

Michael: Honey, look, I am sorry. I didn't mean to scare you. I just knew you were home. I banged, I knocked; there was no answer.

Vicky: It is ok. Don't worry about it.

Michael: Were you sleeping?

Vicky: Yeah, I was. Can you believe that?

Michael: Are you depressed?

Vicky: Of course, I am depressed. You know I always sleep when I feel sorry for myself.

Michael: You want to tell me what's going on?

Vicky: I was having a kind of nightmare when you walked in and started banging on the door.

Michael: About what?

Vicky: I don't know. I think it's an image of myself, but I am just not sure. I can never tell in my dreams, can you?

Michael: Well, I can always tell when it is me. Of course, usually I am better looking.

Vicky: [Laughs] It is not possible.

Michael: Oh, well, thank you so much.

Vicky: You know, I had this dream before. I am wearing pearl earrings, and they are beautiful. And it starts raining, and then there is A... bang... I don't know, maybe it was just you banging on the door.

Michael: Well, no wonder I frightened you.

Vicky: I know it was just a dream, but it really gives me the creeps, and I can't shake it, Dad.

Michael: Oh, honey, honey, come here. I think what you need is a hug. Yeah, you are going to be ok. And I have a suggestion to make.

Vicky: What?

Michael: Maybe you should stop taking naps for a little while.

Vicky: [Laughs] Maybe I should.

Michael: I--I have a little something I need to talk over with you.

Vicky: Oh, no. Are you having more problems with Mom?

Michael: No. No, that is not it. A lawyer stopped by the apartment tonight. He says that he is the lawyer for Mikey's natural parents.

Vicky: What?

Michael: He says that they saw the articles about Mikey in the newspapers, magazines about him dialing 911.

Vicky: So what? You are his parents now legally and any other way--

Michael: So it probably means that they want him back.

Vicky: Well, they can't do that. They can't just walk into your lives and say, "I want Mikey."

Michael: Well, to tell you the truth, I don't know what they can do, but I have an appointment again with the attorney tomorrow morning.

Vicky: Oh, Dad, I am sorry. How is Mom taking all this?

Michael: Your mother doesn't know. She wasn't at the apartment when the attorney came by. Now that's why I need your help. I was hoping that you would be there with me when I tell your mother.

Vicky: Of course.

Michael: Donna loves Mikey so much. I have this fear she is just going to be devastated at the idea of losing Mikey, and I honestly don't know whether she will lean on me for support, and I was hoping maybe she might lean on you.

Vicky: Frankie Frame is working for Cass again. I am going to call her. We will get her to get some information on these--

Michael: Whoa, whoa, whoa, wait, wait, wait, wait a minute, all right? Hey, I already called Cass, ok?

Vicky: Oh.

Michael: But you go ahead. You make your list. You call Frankie. Well, I mean, we are not going to court yet, but I can use all the help I can get. I don't want to lose Mikey, Victoria.

Vicky: You won't.

John: This is a doctor's lounge, Ted, not your private office.

Ted: You have got an attitude problem, Dr. Hudson.

Ann: Ted, where is Grant?

John: Yes, I'd like to know that, too. It seems that your fiance comes and goes as he pleases.

Ted: Hudson, the congressman is not your ordinary patient here.

John: The congressman has a blood workup due in the morning. I went to his room to draw a sample, and he wasn't there.

Ann: Where is he, Ted?

Ted: Ann, he has a meeting.

Ann: I thought his schedule was clear this evening.

Ted: Well, there must have been some kind of misunderstanding. I have got some calls I have got to make. Now, if you want to go back to your hotel room, I will have Grant call you as soon as he gets in. It will probably be quite late.

John: I don't know how you do it.

Ann: What's that?

John: It seems that the congressman has little or no time for anything or anyone that matters.

Ann: What are you implying?

John: He is ignoring his health, and he is certainly ignoring you.

Ann: As far as I am concerned, Dr. Hudson, the only thing that is any of your business is Grant's medical problem, not his private life.

John: I wish that were true.

Ann: What?

John: If he doesn't start cooperating in his treatment, I can't have any effect on what happens to him.

Grant: Where were you?

Sharlene: I was with Paul Newman. I decided to try to fit in two guys on Friday nights.

Grant: You know what? I hate to be kept waiting. Nobody ever keeps me waiting because they know how much I hate it.

Sharlene: You know what I hate? I hate someone who keeps tabs on me.

Grant: Well, you should have called.

Sharlene: I couldn't.

Grant: Why?

Sharlene: I don't get you. I don't even know who you are, and you are acting like I am your wife or something.

Grant: Yeah... I am sorry. I am sorry.

Sharlene: You should be. Well, this is shot.

Grant: Hey, look, I will get you a new one.

Sharlene: Goody. What is this?

[Laughing] You do mean business, don't you? You pop for the $18 bottle.

Grant: Ha, what do you mean $18 bottle? This bottle cost 125 bucks.

Sharlene: $125?

Grant: Yeah.

Sharlene: For a bottle of booze?

Grant: Yeah, shall we open it?

Sharlene: You gonna yell at me anymore?

Grant: Am I gonna yell at you anymore? Nah. I think I got that out of my system.

Sharlene: Good. Pop the cork. Oh, boy. Ha ha, you even brought glasses.

Grant: Classy guy, you see?

Sharlene: Yeah.

Grant: So you want to make the toast?

Sharlene: Sure. My toast--to patience.

Grant: Patience? Ha. Ha ha, here is to patience.

Michael: Vicky, I don't know what I am going to do. I mean, after all we have been through lately, I just don't know how your mother is going to take this.

Vicky: Dad, she loves you... but--

Michael: I know. You know, I know what you are going to say.

Vicky: What, you do?

Michael: You are going to say, "don't underestimate her," right? And I know she has changed. She has changed.

Vicky: You still like it, don't you?

Michael: Yeah. She is so much stronger. She is secure. She is self-sufficient. It just makes me...

Vicky: ...Makes you love her more.

Michael: You took the words right out of my mouth, yeah.

Vicky: Oh, wow.

Michael: Wow?

Vicky: Wow.

Michael: Wow? What's wow?

Vicky: I think it is great. And I think it stinks.

Michael: That makes sense. You want to kind of run that by me again with an explanation?

Vicky: Ok. I think it is great because I have become so cynical lately. I began to doubt if love like that existed anymore. And I think it stinks because Mom doesn't want anything to do with it... right now.

Michael: For now.

Vicky: Oh, I wonder if anyone will ever love me like you love Mom.

Michael: What's the matter? Things with Evan not going too well?

Vicky: Evan's a jerk.

Michael: Ah, so that's why you were sleeping in front of the television set?

Vicky: Yeah, yeah. I just can never find the right guy to obsess on. But forget about that. We are going to work this out, and we are going to work out this stupidity with Mikey's--

Michael: Mikey's parents, they are his parents, all right? They have rights.

Vicky: No, not anymore they don't.

Michael: Don't talk foolishly. Besides, the most important thing right now is considering what all this is going to do to Mikey.

Vicky: Nothing. He is going to stay with you and Mom, and that is that.

Michael: [Sighs] Fine. Well, we will see, won't we? Oh, by the way...I got a letter today from Marley.

Vicky: More good news. What'd she say?

Michael: Well, she says that she is doing just fine, that she has enclosed a picture and thought you might want to look at it. She looks pretty good.

Vicky: Well, she hasn't gotten in touch with me at all since she left town.

Michael: Well, she asks about you.

Vicky: Oh, she did?

Michael: Mm-hmm.

Vicky: Sure it was me? Sure it wasn't Nicky or Ricky or somebody like that?

Michael: No, no, no, no.

[Doorbell rings] I tell you--

Vicky: I don't know who that is.

Michael: You don't, huh? Wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a minute, just--I am going to leave this here, ok? Just in case you want to read it, all right? Now, I'll walk you to the door, and you can see me out, and I will talk to you tomorrow.

Vicky: Hey, chin up about this. We are not going to lose this.

Michael: I know.

Vicky: Ok.

Michael: Now, I have got a suggestion for you.

Vicky: What?

Michael: Write to your sister because sometimes you have to make the first move. Just a suggestion.

[Doorbell rings]

Vicky: Don't worry. [Laughs]

Michael: Good-bye.

Vicky: Love you.

Michael: You take care.

Evan: Hello, Michael.

Michael: Uh, Evan, hi. If you'll excuse me

Vicky: Bye, Dad.

Evan: I didn't mean to interrupt anything.

Vicky: I am tired, Evan.

Evan: Well, make some time because we need to talk.

Vicky: I don't know why.

Evan: Sure you do, Vicky.

Vicky: After seeing you and Amanda today, all of a sudden I realized, words aren't necessary.

Evan: Give me a chance.

Vicky: I don't care, Evan. I don't care about you anymore. Is that clear enough for you?

Evan: Vicky, I want to talk to you.

Vicky: Why? So you can justify your reasons for ruining your life with Amanda?

Evan: No, we made a promise that we would always be friends no matter what happened.

Vicky: Well, I lied.

Evan: Vicky, I just can't turn off my feelings for her.

Vicky: Who asked you to?

Evan: Things are different now.

Vicky: Oh. Right.

Evan: No, she said she loves me.

Vicky: This week.

Evan: It is more than that.

Vicky: No, I will tell you what it is, Evan. She saw you making a life without her. She saw you maybe had a little bit feelings for me, and she couldn't stand it.

Evan: No, she said she is sure about how she feels.

Vicky: And you bought that load of manure?

Evan: Why don't you quit being cute for a change and listen to what I am saying? Now, what difference does it make how she came back to me? She came back, didn't she?

Vicky: For how long?

Evan: She said she was leaving Sam.

Vicky: She actually said that to you?

Evan: Things are bad.

Vicky: Oh, oh, and you bought it, huh?

Evan: Why shouldn't I?

Vicky: Because she is a Cory right down to her little painted toenails, Evan. She is the youngest publisher in the United States. You think she would risk the publicity she would get if she just walked away from a loving husband and a little kid?

Evan: I just wish I could find a way to explain this to you.

Vicky: Oh, don't bother, I know what it is. You can't get enough of her, right? You two are so good together. And she just can't stop thinking about you. It is all so beautiful, Evan.

Evan: Vicky, the reason I came over here was I know that I hurt you. I am sorry. I didn't mean to do that. But I have got these feelings for you, and I have got these feelings for her, and they are just tearing me apart. So I don't know what to do.

Vicky: I thought we were friends.

Evan: Yeah, well, that's why I need your support.

Vicky: If you wanted my support about Amanda, why did you let our friendship go any further?

Evan: You think I planned it this way? Do you?

Vicky: No. But you know something? It is not good enough.

Evan: You know something? You are right.

Vicky: God, Evan! We could have been something else, you know that? Guess it was all just a lot of wasted time.

Evan: Guess I should be going.

Vicky: Yes, I guess you should.

Evan: You are going to hate what I am about to say to you--

Vicky: Why be inconsistent?

Evan: ...But I care about you. You are very special to me. And you have been for a long time.

Vicky: Promise me something. Go to her. You go do whatever it is you believe you have to do. But she won't be there forever. She doesn't love you that way, Evan. Because the only person she has ever loved is herself. It ruined her marriage with Sam. And will ruin whatever it is you think you have with her. So you promise me that you will not blame yourself for her selfishness. And you promise me that you will not come back here to me as your consolation prize. You deserve better... I think. But I know I do. She is going to break your heart.

Evan: That's a chance that a man is going to take, Vicky.

Vicky: You are a fool, Evan.

[Door slams]

Vicky: Guess I'd do the same thing. Sorry, Marley, just can't deal with you right now.

Amanda: He shouldn't be here. It just doesn't look good.

Rachel: I don't care how it looks. Your father wanted me to meet Ken; there must be some reason for that. He is staying here until I know what that reason is. If you can't accept that, I guess that's your problem, isn't it?

Amanda: Daddy wouldn't have wanted him here.

Rachel: You don't know that. And if that is the case, I want to know why.

Amanda: Mom, it just seems like a total invasion of privacy. We have our own family problems.

Sam: We don't have any family problems.

Jamie: I am glad you are here, Sam. I think Amanda needs you tonight.

Sam: Amanda always needs me, don't you, Amanda?

Amanda: Mom, I am sorry I talked to you like that. I just feel very strongly about this.

Rachel: Yes, I can see you do, but it's going to have to be done my way. Jamie, is the baby still up?

Jamie: Probably, Mom. He usually talks in his crib for about an hour.

Rachel: Let's go see him.

Sam: So, is Alli down yet?

Amanda: Yes, fast asleep. I have to go to the office tonight, Sam.

Sam: It is kind of late, isn't it?

Amanda: Yeah, well, I got a call from the Art department, and it seems that Jackie's column came up 8 inches short so they need me to go and--

Sam: Well, Amanda, you do what you have to do. I know work is important.

Amanda: It's just... it's just work, you know.

Sam: Yeah, well, you know, work is important.

Amanda: I understand that you were working for a long time in the studio tonight, huh?

Sam: Yeah, you should see what I am doing.

Amanda: Did you show something new?

Sam: Let's just say that very soon my work will mean as much to me as yours does to you.

Sharlene: So, what does a guy who can pay over $100 for a bottle of champagne do for a living?

Grant: Well, how would you just like to hazard a guess?

Sharlene: Well, if you weren't so starched, I'd say you were a farm boy.

Grant: Why?

Sharlene: 'Cause they like to be in charge, too. At least, the ones I knew.

Grant: I love the idea of, like, working on the farm and milking the cows and feeding the chickens and doing that--

Sharlene: Oh, please, can we change the subject?

Grant: Oh, we don't like the simple life, huh?

Sharlene: About as much as a life sentence.

[Doorbell buzzes]

Grant: Ha...

Both: Food!

Grant: Wait, here. Let me--here, I will get it. I will get it. Listen, I got one quick call to make, and then we can just go and eat in peace, all right? Take care of that for me, and I will be real quick, ok?

Sharlene: Sure, go ahead. Paradise?

Man: Right.

Sharlene: Hi, how much do I owe you?

Man: $27.50.

Sharlene: $27.50, there you go.

Man: Oh, great.

Sharlene: Keep the change.

Man: Thanks.

Sharlene: Yeah, right.

Grant: Ah, Tom. Yeah, yeah, it's me. Listen, any calls? Mm-hmm. Yeah, yeah, hold that one. Hold that one, too, ok?

Sharlene: Well, I'll be.

Grant: No, it's ok,

[Indistinct] I gotta go. All right, I will talk to you later. What are you doing?

Sharlene: Liar.

Grant: What do you mean "liar"?

Sharlene: Just what are you trying to pull, congressman?

Grant: Come on let me have it. It's--

Sharlene: This says you are member of the House of Representatives.

Grant: That's right. You know, but the picture I'm not real crazy about--

Sharlene: Oh, boy, I'll just bet you want to be a farm boy, right?

Grant: Hey, come on, it is no big deal.

Sharlene: I don't believe this. You--I bet you know the president. You know the president?

Grant: Well, I mean, I haven't been invited up to Kennebunkport, yet, but I--

Sharlene: You know, I can't believe what an idiot I have been. I can't believe it. I--ugh!

Grant: Hey, don't, don't--don't say that. Now, Sharly, listen to me. When you first met me, you seemed to like me. I mean, it was fun. It was different for me.

Sharlene: Ok, well, the experiment is over.

Grant: No, wait a minute. I didn't tell you because I wanted to be--I hated who I was myself. I mean, I wanted to be somebody different. I wanted to be somebody else for a while.

Sharlene: Well, who were you, huh? Oh, no, or better yet, who was I?

Grant: How about my friend?

Sharlene: Oh, there is a lousy line. Boy, I don't know what kind of sicko game you are playing, but whatever it is, you can forget it.

Grant: Let me tell you something. I want to be with you.

Sharlene: You know, I knew you were up to something, but for the life of me, I can't figure out what it is.

Grant: Now where are you off to?

Sharlene: I am going to the john. It is the only place I can go and not be in the same room with you. Lock the door on your way out, please.

John: Well, maybe it is nothing, Mike.

Michael: Nothing? Then why would these parents--or so-called parents--send a lawyer over to our apartment?

John: I don't know. How is Donna taking this?

Michael: Donna doesn't know. She was at work when the attorney came over to the place. I figured I'd wait until tomorrow morning when we have some quiet time and I can talk to her about it.

John: Well, I am glad you felt you could tell me.

Michael: Well, you are my brother, man. If I can't tell you, who can I tell? And I hope that if you have got something to talk over with me, you will look me up, ok?

John: You know I will.

Michael: Look, I got to go. I don't want to keep you from your patients here.

John: Actually, I am on a break now, and there was something I wanted to ask you about.

Michael: Sure.

John: Do you mind talking about Nicole?

Michael: No, not at all. What?

John: Well, I been... I have been thinking about her an awful lot lately, and it occurred to me that she was able to conceal her illness for an awfully long time.

Michael: Well, that's true. I mean, we were terribly shocked to find out just how sick she really was. Why are you bringing this up?

John: Well, there is someone that I am concerned about that, well, might kind of feel the same way. And I really don't know whether I am reading something into it, overreacting, or if there actually is something wrong.

Michael: John, what happened with Nicole happened to us without warning. You know, one minute she was just sweet normal Nicole, and then we find out she was a woman capable of murder. She was just herself most of the time, just perfectly normal, and another time she was tight, wound up like a spring. She'd explode, say irrational things. Is your patient like that?

John: My patient--no--ah, no, not exactly.

Michael: Sounds to me like you should consult some professional help here.

John: Well, sometimes it is not always that easy.

Michael: This doesn't sound like something you should be handling yourself.

John: I am beginning to think you are right, Mike. I really am.

Ken: You had to be so damn perfect, didn't you? No mistakes for this woman.

[Knock on door]

Ken: Why bother to knock, warden? You are the one with the key.

Amanda: Pretty ritzy jail, I think.

Ken: I am in no mood for a chat, Mrs. Fowler.

Amanda: Oh, but I want to talk to you.

Ken: What about?

Amanda: I don't want you here.

Ken: Ha, that makes two of us.

Amanda: My mother is a very responsible, important woman. At least, she was until she met you.

Ken: How old are you, Amanda?

Amanda: What does that have to do with this?

Ken: If you are as young as I think you are, you sure seem to have lost your youth. Why are you so bitter, anyway?

Amanda: My mother was finally getting used to living without my father, then you came along.

Ken: And? What?

Amanda: She is keeping you here because she thinks that you are going to tell some wonderful secret that is going to set my father at peace from now on. And that isn't going to happen, is it, Mr. Jordan? We know that.

Ken: None of you understand.

Amanda: I don't care to understand anything that you have to say. If you can't manage it on your own, I will send a car for you. Leave here tonight. Just go. And don't bother this family ever again.

Amanda: I have got to leave for the office now.

Sam: Well, why don't I go with you?

Amanda: Why?

Sam: To keep you company.

Amanda: That is kind of silly, isn't it?

Sam: Well, I used to do it all the time.

Jamie: Why don't you let him, Amanda? It is kind of spooky in that building at night all alone.

Amanda: It is perfectly safe in that building. Half the company is going to be working overtime. I have to handle this. I have no choice.

Jamie: Be careful.

Amanda: I won't be that long, all right?

Sam: Yeah.

Evan: Lex, what are you doing up here?

Lex: I wanted to make sure I found you, Mr. Bates. I am real glad I did.

Evan: Well, I am in a hurry to get--

Lex: Well, I tried calling you on the intercom, but you didn't answer.

Evan: Well, that's because I was in the shower.

Lex: Oh, that explains it then.

Evan: Well, Lex, get to the point.

Lex: Oh, well, this lady came by to see you, the one who has been here a lot. She asked me to give you a message.

Evan: Well, what was it?

Lex: Well, she said she couldn't meet you tonight.

Evan: Well, that's strange.

Lex: She said she couldn't meet you and not to go to the place where you were supposed to meet her. Sorry, Mr. Bates, I thought you might need to know.

Evan: Thanks, Lex.

Sam: Rachel, I am sorry that Amanda was so cross with you tonight.

Rachel: It is all right. She's not shy about her opinions, is she?

Jamie: Wonder where that came from.

Rachel: Watch it.

Sam: I am going to go say good night to Alli and then go to bed.

Rachel: Ok, good night, darling.

Sam: Good night.

Rachel: What have you got for us? Ah, tea.

Jamie: Oh boy.

Rachel: What?

Jamie: I think they are still having problems.

Rachel: I hope not. For Alli's sake and for theirs. Listen to that. Isn't that lovely?

Jamie: You mean the quiet?

Rachel: Yes. We haven't had quiet around here in hours.

Jamie: Well, I guess, overnight guests tend to liven up a house.

Rachel: You don't think he ought to be here either, do you?

Jamie: That's right, Mom, but not for the same reasons as Amanda. I am not so sure that he is a threat.

Rachel: You are not? He saved my life, you know. That's how he got that scorpion bite.

Jamie: I still don't--

Rachel: But I am still very confused about him.

Jamie: Oh, I still don't know if he can give you what you seem to want.

Rachel: I don't know that I want anything from him. But actually, at first, when I first met him--started working at Odyssey--it seemed as though things could change and go on. That was nice. And now to find out after all this time that he has a connection with Mac, that they argued together right before Mac died, I don't see how I can drop that. How can I have any peace for myself or any peace over Mac's death unless I find out what this is all about?

Jamie: But, Mom, what if he never tells you? What if Ken Jordan isn't this man who can give you this peace?

Rachel: He has lied to me over and over again.

Jamie: I know. That's exactly my point.

Rachel: I have this feeling about him, though. In spite of all the half truths, I guess there is something in me that wants to trust him.

Vicky: "Dear Mom, Dad, Mikey, how are you all? I am doing very well and miss you all very much." Really? "I have been working very hard but love my job. I am looking forward to moving back to L.A. I would love to have you all for a visit." Interesting. "Please tell Victoria I am thinking of her. I know things weren't very good between us when I left, but she is still like a part of me, and I miss her. Enclosed is a recent photo. Don't I look European?"

[Giggles] No, you look like me.

Intercom: Dr. Davis, telephone please. Dr. Davis, telephone please.

Grant: Would you please open the door?

Sharlene: That's why you didn't spend the night the other night.

Grant: That's wrong. Wrong, wrong. Now, look, I am not leaving, and you can't spend the rest of your time in the can.

Sharlene: I'm listening.

Grant: Are you?

Sharlene: I am too old.

Grant: That's ridiculous.

Sharlene: You are right. I am not pretty enough.

Grant: You are beautiful.

Sharlene: Then I am not smart enough to keep up with you.

Grant: Ha, are you kidding?

Sharlene: Then I am not the kind of woman that you would be able to--just forget it.

Grant: No, I won't forget it.

Sharlene: I don't like feeling less important than other people.

Grant: You're not.

Sharlene: Oh, right. You are the big shot, and I am the hired help. And that, as they say, is that.

Grant: Let me tell you something. You are the best thing that has happened to me. Don't you know that?

Sharlene: Now, how would I know that?

[Knock on door]

Ken: I borrowed one of your cars.

Rachel: I think that is called grand theft auto.

Ken: Not if you bring it back, and you only got as far as the end of the driveway.

Rachel: It is a very long driveway.

Ken: I changed my mind.

Rachel: I can see that.

Ken: May I come in?

Rachel: Since I didn't know you had left. Why did you come back?

Ken: To tell you what you need to know about Mac.

[Twig cracks]

Amanda: Evan, is that you?

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