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Another World Transcript Thursday 3/9/06

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Grant: That should show you... how much I care about you. What is it, Sharly?

Sharlene: You kissed me.

Grant: Yeah, I did.

Sharlene: You're a member of the House of Representatives.

Grant: What--what? What?

Sharlene: Hot damn. I just kissed a congressman.

Rachel: Would you like to sit down?

Ken: Actually, I'd rather stand if that's all right with you.

Rachel: I'm waiting.

Ken: This isn't easy.

Rachel: You told me you'd tell me everything. Is this you in the picture with Mac? This was taken before I knew him. That's how far back your friendship with him went?

Ken: I wouldn't exactly call it a friendship.

Amanda: Evan? This isn't funny.

Man: What are you doing out here?

Amanda: [Gasps] Oh, you scared me to death. I'm--I'm waiting for somebody.

Policeman: It's awful late to be out here alone, isn't it?

Amanda: I--I live in town.

Policeman: Go on home. This is no place to be alone, all right?

Amanda: Well, obviously my friend is not going to be showing up.

Rachel: You didn't like him?

Ken: He and I worked together in Central America.

Rachel: Doing what?

Ken: His paper was doing a series of articles on the political situation down there. I was assigned to fly him in.

Rachel: You were?

Ken: I expected some high-powered management type with designer luggage. Needless to say, Mac wasn't that. We hit it off right away.

Rachel: Go on.

Ken: [Sighs] Well, we--we ended up sitting in this remote jungle village for weeks, living in tents, waiting for something to happen. Fortunately, there was a little shack nearby where you could get a drink or a semi-cold beer. It was called the Red Swan Tavern.

Rachel: In Central America?

Ken: We kept that place in business, let me tell you. Our days were spent flying at tree top level looking for rebel camps, and our nights--well, there wasn't much else to do besides drink, believe me. Anyway, one day we were cruising over this shoreline, about 20 square miles I think it was, when I lost an engine. Now, in those days a twin engine didn't last very long without its mate and so we went down--hard. Mac was bruised pretty badly, but he was ok. I didn't fare so well.

Rachel: What happened?

Ken: Busted collarbone, internal bleeding--although I didn't know that at the time. I--I wasn't doing real well. We were kind of turned around, but we figured we were about 15 miles from civilization, at least one we thought was friendly. But I couldn't travel 15 feet, let alone 15 miles. Mac couldn't travel with me slowing him down, so I convinced him that the only hope was for him to leave by himself and try to get help and come back for me later.

Rachel: So he left you there.

Ken: Yeah, he left me there to die.

Woman: You planning on changing your residency, doctor?

John: I'm sorry?

Woman: Well, I hear the chief of staff has you on her hit list. But the word on the street is she cannot dump you because you are one of the brightest residents hanging out in this place.

John: [Laughs] Why, thank you. Dr. Benson, isn't it? Taylor.

John: I will.

Taylor: Coffee?

John: No, thank you. I've had my quota.

Taylor: So, have you always had an interest in psychiatry?

John: No, I'm just doing some research.

Taylor: Tricky stuff.

John: I'm beginning to see that.

Taylor: The hardest part is getting the person to admit they need help. They tend to want to conceal the fact that there is a problem.

John: Really...

Taylor: I'd be glad to talk you through it.

John: Oh, no, thank you. Like I said, I'm just curious, that's all.

Taylor: Ok, well, good luck to you then.

John: Thank you. Dr. Benson? What I just said...it wasn't really true. I think I could use your help.

Grant: [Laughing]

Sharlene: What's so funny?

Grant: You! You.

Sharlene: Get out of here.

Grant: What?

Sharlene: Nobody laughs at me. Nobody.

Grant: Sharly, I--I--I wasn't laughing at you. It's just that it's been so long since--since somebody has taken me by surprise.

Sharlene: How do--how do you mean?

Grant: I mean, my whole life is--is a life of predictability. I mean, I--I know what people are going to say before they know what they're going to say. It's been my training. I've always lived my life that way, but with you, I never know what's going to come out of that beautiful mouth of yours from one second to the next.

Sharlene: And that's good?

Grant: That's great. That's wonderful.

Sharlene: Oh, well, ok.

Grant: Ok, let's go. Let's go out.

Sharlene: Out where?

Grant: Anywhere. Let's just go. Let's go have some fun. Let's just go have some great fun.

Sharlene: Ok, how about I decide?

Grant: Ok. Hey, it's your town. You surprise me, ok?

Sharlene: Ok. Come on, let's blow this--let's blow this popsicle stand.

Grant: Let's go!

Rachel: You're lying.

Ken: Rachel.

Rachel: Mac would never do that. He was the most honorable man I've ever known. He would never just leave someone to die in the jungle.

Ken: You're right.

Rachel: Well, why did you just say he did?

Ken: Because that's what I believed then.

Rachel: And now?

Ken: After I saw Mac in Maine, I realized I'd been wrong. But I'm getting ahead of myself.

Rachel: Go on.

Ken: I was in that jungle for a long time. I was sick. I had nothing for the pain. I had no money. I had no way of getting out.

Rachel: So you waited for Mac.

Ken: Yes, I waited and waited. And he never came back. But I got lucky. I did finally make it back to the good old U.S. of A. And what do I see on the newsstand at the airport when I arrive? "Brava" magazine--owned and published by Mackenzie Cory.

Rachel: Wait a minute. This must have been years after that. So, you went to see him?

Ken: Oh, I wanted to. I tried--thousands of times, I think. I had his phone number memorized for a while. But I didn't do it.

Rachel: Why not?

Ken: I don't know. I should have then. But I closed that chapter on my life. I--I didn't want to think about it any more.

Rachel: So the next time you saw him...

Ken: Was in Maine. He was pretty surprised to see me.

Rachel: He just walked into your shop, and there you were.

Ken: It was kind of a loaded moment, I'll give you that.

Rachel: What did he say?

Ken: He didn't know what to say. He couldn't believe his eyes. He told me that he had spent years sending search parties after me. He'd spent tens of thousands of dollars trying to find me, and then there I was, nice and cozy in my little New England antiquity shop.

Rachel: Oh, I don't think I believe any of this.

Ken: Rachel, it's true. That's when we argued.

Rachel: Frankie said that the couple she found said you were arguing in the hotel.

Ken: We argued there. We argued in the shop. We had a lot to argue about.

Rachel: So the story you told me about you and Mac walking on the beach, that was a lie.

Ken: That's true. It was all true. We spent the whole day together rehashing everything. And at the end of the day, I believed what he said about looking for me. We reconciled, and he bought the red swan to give to you.

Rachel: When did he stop looking for you?

Ken: When he got official word from the government that I was dead, he called off the search.

Rachel: I didn't know any of this.

Ken: Obviously.

Rachel: What else?

Ken: What do you mean?

Rachel: What else haven't you told me?

Ken: Oh, Rachel...

Rachel: Every time you talk to me about Mac, you add another piece to the puzzle. Why should I think that this is the whole story? Why should I even believe this is the truth?

Ken: I don't know.

Rachel: I don't even think you know what the truth is any more. You've lied and lied to me about Mac. He's not even here. He can't tell me what happened.

Ken: What really happened is that one day we had found each other again and the next day he was dead. I couldn't tell you that!

Rachel: Why not?

Ken: Because I thought I'd killed him!

Amanda: Sam?

[Phone ringing]

Amanda: Why isn't his answering machine on? Honey, I thought you would've been in bed already.

Sam: Couldn't sleep.

Amanda: I'm exhausted.

Sam: You look wired. So, did you take care of your big emergency?

Amanda: Oh, it was no big deal, really.

Sam: I doubt that. Why don't you tell me all about it?

John: I did a blood workup on her. I found that she was hypoglycemic, but a previous blood work from a few months earlier showed nothing.

Taylor: Hmm, and you're treating her for that?

John: Yeah. I thought that the hypoglycemia may explain her--her mood swings, but this is much more than just moodiness.

Taylor: John, you seem very involved with this particular patient.

John: It's a very frustrating case.

Taylor: Well, tell me more.

John: Well, she's a very methodical and deliberate person, but lately she's had episodes where she's been anything but that.

Taylor: Episodes?

John: Her husband--her husband told me that recently she's been misplacing things. For instance, her wedding band-- something she swore that she would never take off. And he recently came home and found that she had charged over $1000 worth of clothing, none of which was her taste at all.

Taylor: And she would never have done this before?

John: No, never.

Taylor: What did the husband do?

John: He tried to talk to her about it, but she was very hostile and abrupt. He said it wasn't like his wife at all. She accused him of stifling her, not allowing her to be who she really is. I'm sorry.

Taylor: Don't apologize.

John: You know, it's just that it's--it's a very upsetting case.

Taylor: This isn't just another patient, is it, John?

John: It's my wife. And sometimes I feel like I'm losing her.

Sharlene: Keep guessing.

Grant: [Laughs]

Sharlene: Keep guessing.

Grant: Well, you're not gonna take your hands away from your eyes, are you?

Sharlene: No, step up. Whoa! Not till you make a better stab than then side of a saty ear. Hold on.

Grant: Yeah, but that's exactly the way it smelled back there.

Sharlene: No, but smell-- [Inhales] ...Smell the air here.

Grant: [Inhales] Ah! It's cleaner.

Sharlene: And the sound.

Grant: That sounds...that's rushing water. Wait a minute. Now, this is not Niagara falls, is it? Is it?

Sharlene: It's the Midwest version. What do you think?

Grant: This is... this is really, really beautiful.

Sharlene: We'll make it to that 4-star restaurant eventually.

Grant: Ah, you know it's funny. I remember I was about 16 years old, and I was at a place like this with a girl named Portia Mcallister, and we were parked out on the lake and--

Sharlene: [Laughs]

Grant: Yeah, what's so funny?

Sharlene: I'm trying to picture you parking with a girl named Portia.

Grant: Oh, God. It was funny. I mean, I was right in the throes of--of hormonal warfare. Whew! Boy, that was a long, long time ago.

Sharlene: I bet you were the boy most likely to succeed, weren't you?

Grant: Actual, yes, I was.

Sharlene: Wow.

Grant: Mmm, how about you? Were you?

Sharlene: Nothing.

Grant: No?

Sharlene: I was nothing in high school.

Grant: That's because you didn't have my father.

Sharlene: He wanted big things?

Grant: Ha, still does. I remember ever since I was able to speak, my father always wanted me to be president.

Sharlene: Oh, he didn't have very low standards, your father?

Grant: [Chuckles] Nope. That--that is a fact.

Sharlene: Well, he must have gone crazy when you became a congressman.

Grant: No, not really, uh-uh. Not really.

Sharlene: No? Why not?

Grant: He was--he wanted me to go straight to the Senate and bypass the House, and then sort of direct my goal right to Washington, the oval office, but...

Sharlene: So you take him on.

Grant: Every chance I get.

Sharlene: He believes in you. And that--that counts for a lot.

Grant: Well, you know, it's not--it's--he believes in his image of me. My father doesn't know who I am or what I really want.

Sharlene: Do you ever try to tell him?

Grant: If I went to my father and if I sat my father down and I said, "hey, pop, you know what I really would like to do with my life?" You know what he would say? Daydreams to yourself. Nobody out here wants to hear 'em."

Sharlene: Not very nice, is it?

Grant: Hmm.

Sharlene: But I suppose it's true.

Grant: No, say it isn't so. My little free spirit has a cynical bone in her body?

Sharlene: I always wanted more than I could have, but nobody believed in me enough to say that I could have it.

Grant: What--what was it you really wanted to have?

Sharlene: You'll laugh.

Grant: Oh, yeah, probably, but why don't you just try me anyway.

Sharlene: I wanted to go to Hollywood and be discovered.

Grant: You--you never tried. I..

Sharlene: No. Somebody always held me back.

Grant: Remember these?

Sharlene: You--you kept the money from the wishing well?

Grant: Yep. You know, there's something about this bridge that's very, very magical in the moonlight. And I bet if you took one of these coins and you tossed it over the side and you made a wish...

Sharlene: ...It would probably come true.

Grant: Yeah.

Sharlene: Here's hoping.

Grant: I'm all for hope these days. You'll tell me if it comes true?

Sharlene: Don't worry. You will be the first to know.

Rachel: Why do you think seeing Mac hurt him? What was he like when you left him?

Ken: He was exhausted, he was a little frail.

Rachel: Did he look ill?

Ken: I'm not sure. This was very strange for me, Rachel. Please, try to understand that. When I left Mac's hotel, I felt like the weight of the world had been lifted off my shoulders. I believed him when he said he'd been looking for me for years. I--I thought finally I would be able to let that resentment go. But what I didn't realize was that maybe I'd dropped my burden on him.

Rachel: Go on.

Ken: Well, I felt freed. I didn't take into account what my resurfacing might have done to Mac. I mean, he thought I was dead. He'd given up looking for me, and th here I am, good as new. Ani unload on him for hours.

Rachel: Because you still blamed him.

Ken: I couldn't help it. I dredged it all up. I wanted those lost years back.

Rachel: He couldn't give those back to you.

Ken: Of course not. And I knew that. And I was on my way back to his hotel to tell him that when I heard he'd had a heart attack. I know, I know, I know. You probably don't believe a word I say.

Rachel: I don't know what to believe about anything any more.

Ken: Please, believe this. I never meant for you to find this out this way. I couldn't tell you everything myself because I--I was afraid

believe it myself. But I never--I never meant to hurt you. I never meant to hurt anybody in this family, and I sure as hell never meant for Mac's last night to--to be... I got to go.

Amanda: Along with the typesetting problems, the office is going to be closed on Friday. We're putting in a new air-conditioning system. So everybody was cramming, you know, all their work in, trying to get it done by Friday, because the office is going to be closed.

Sam: So that was why you went in--to handle this air-conditioning problem?

Amanda: No. I told you I went in because the column came up short. And--and we have to get all the work done by Friday. That's the deadline. If we don't, it won't make it to the printers on time.

Sam: Sounds a lot like the first issue.

Amanda: Yeah, well, we wouldn't want that to happen again, would we?

Sam: Yeah, I'm sure.

Amanda: Iris was barking off orders left and right.

Sam: Did you say Iris?

Amanda: Yeah.

Sam: I thought Iris was in Washington?

Amanda: She is. She was on speaker phone. I mean, you know how she barks off orders. It was like she was right there.

Sam: I see.

Amanda: And then, of course, on top of everything else, you have the staff problems. Denise isn't talking to typeset, typeset isn't talking to--to layout.

Sam: Well, I'm sorry you had such a hard time of it tonight.

Amanda: It's all right. What did you do tonight?

Sam: Hmm? Oh, worked at the studio. I must really have been into it, because I didn't notice the rain.

Amanda: What?

Sam: Yeah, as a matter of fact, when I was walking back from the studio, I didn't even notice the ground was wet.

Amanda: Sam, it didn't rain.

Sam: Sure, it did. Why else would there be so much mud on your boots?

Amanda: I went for a walk before I came in. I guess I didn't notice the mud.

Sam: A walk...this late at night.

Amanda: Yeah, I needed to clear my head.

Sam: And did you?

Amanda: Yes, I think so.

Sam: Like I said, I'm sorry you had such a difficult evening.

Amanda: That's all right. It probably turned out for the better. You know, why don't I go down and get us some snacks? We can see what's on cable, and maybe we can watch a good mov--

Sam: No, I'm going to the studio.

Amanda: Now?

Sam: Is there a problem with that?

Amanda: I thought maybe you'd want to get into bed with me.

Sam: There was a thought I was working on earlier this evening. I want to finish it before I forget it.

Amanda: You know, it's after midnight. Alli's going to be up early, and I thought maybe we could all have breakfast together.

Sam: I can't sleep. Don't wait up.

Ken: Rachel, I know I have no reason to expect any loyalty from you any more, but I have told you everything now. I think the best thing is for me to just leave and let you get on with your life, ok?

Rachel: I don't think so.

Ken: What do you want, Rachel?

Rachel: Ken, you're pretty weak still.

Ken: I'm fine.

Rachel: I think you ought to go up and spend the night in the guest room again.

Ken: Under lock and key?

Rachel: This is an offer, not an order.

Ken: Why do you want me here? Haven't I caused you enough anguish for one lifetime?

Rachel: My husband is dead. It's not gonna do you or me any good for you to hold yourself responsible for his death. If he died because of stress, he had plenty of it right here at home.

Ken: You keep surprising me. I never thought you'd take it this way.

Rachel: Oh, don't worry. I'm not letting you off the hook. I don't know that I believe any of this. I'm certain you haven't told me all there is to tell. This won't be the only time we'll talk about this. But I will not let you, because of your guilt over Mac's death, use it as an excuse to avoid the truth. You need some rest. Why don't you go up and get some.

Ken: Mac was a hell of a lucky man to have had you. Hello, Amanda.

Amanda: Ken.

Ken: Good night.

Amanda: What just happened?

Rachel: Ken just explained his connection with Mac.

Amanda: Do you believe him?

Rachel: I don't know. I guess I'm inclined to.

Amanda: Because it's the truth, or because it's what you want to hear?

Sharlene: Ok, fair is fair. I made a wish. Now you make one, too.

Grant: Oh, no, no, no. It's bad for my image.

Sharlene: There's nobody here but us.

Grant: [Chuckles] Ok, ok.


Sharlene: That wasn't so hard, was it?

Grant: No. [Chuckles]

Sharlene: What did you wish for?

Grant: Oh, come on, come on. That's bad luck. I can't tell you that.

Sharlene: Well, I know. A landslide in the 1992 presidential elections.

Grant: Oh, for my party maybe.

Sharlene: Not for you?

Grant: Hmm, not any more, no.

Sharlene: Oh, boy. Well, come on now. Now I'm really curious. Come on, you can tell me. Tell me, tell me.

Grant: Ok, ok, all right. You've been--so far you've been great, great luck for me.

Sharlene: What is it?

Grant: Well...food. Food. [Laughs]

Sharlene: Food?

Grant: Yes. I mean, we haven't had anything since lunchtime, and it's almost breakfast time now.

Sharlene: Well, we've got cold takeout from Paradise back at my place.

Grant: Mmm, I had a little something more festive in mind.

Sharlene: All right, well, get in the car and we'll drive. If you haven't noticed, there isn't anything for miles around here.

Grant: Mm-mmm. Now wait a minute. Remember, I made a wish. You got to have patience. You see?

Man: Everything is set, sir.

Grant: Thanks, Andy.

Sharlene: Wow! Wow! [Laughs] Whoa, candle and silver, and I-- silver...

Grant: Yeah, how about that?

Sharlene: Thank you.

Grant: [Clears throat] Thank you, Andy.

Andy: Right, see you later.

Grant: Mmm.

Sharlene: Maybe he's hungry, too.

Grant: No, he's got his own picnic in the car.

Sharlene: What's this?

Grant: That is pate.

Sharlene: Pate.

Grant: Hmm.

Sharlene: And what is this?

Grant: This is cold fried chicken, which is my own personal favorite. Hi, Andy, yeah.

Andy: I forgot to give you these, sir.

Grant: Ah, great. Thank you very much.

Sharlene: What are those?

Grant: Oh, nothing.

Sharlene: Well, come on. Come on, let me see. What are they?

Grant: Mmm, it's nothing. Come on, let's have a little champagne, and let's start eating up; I'm starved.

Sharlene: Come on now, what's the big secret?

Grant: Wait, wait. That's--damn it. It's none of your business.

Grant: No, of course I'm not sick--not at all.

Sharlene: Oh, good.

Grant: I'm sorry. I'm sorry I snapped at you. I just--you just caught me off guard, that's all--

Sharlene: Forget it, forget it. I already have. Cheers.

Grant: You know something, you really--you really are special.

Sharlene: No, but I'm hungry. Let's eat.

Grant: Me, too. Mmm.

Sharlene: You mind if I use my fingers?

Grant: [Laughs] No, not at all.

Sharlene: Great.

Grant: I'm going to.

Sharlene: Mmm, mmm.

Grant: Mmm.

Sharlene: This is a beautiful night.

Grant: Mm-hmm.

Sharlene: Oh!


Grant: Look at this. Look at all the stars.

Sharlene: I'm having a wonderful time, congressman.

Grant: Are you?

Sharlene: Mm-hmm.

Grant: Doesn't take a lot to make you really happy, does it?

Sharlene: It just takes the right thing.

Grant: And is this the right thing?

Sharlene: Well, for now. But don't get me wrong. I mean, I have dreams that are as farfetched as the next guy.

Grant: Yeah?

Sharlene: Yeah.

Grant: Like Hollywood?

Sharlene: No, I gave up on that one...long time ago. But I would like to travel. I've never been anywhere.

Grant: You've never been anywhere?

Sharlene: No, I've--I've been to both coasts, couple of places in the middle, and that about sums it up.

Grant: Are you serious?

Sharlene: Why wouldn't I be?

Grant: I just--I don't know. It's funny, every time I meet somebody, I--well, like right now, if you--if you could fly somewhere tonight...

Sharlene: Mm-hmm?

Grant: Where would you like to go?

Sharlene: Is that an offer?

Grant: No, I've got an obligation tomorrow. But if you could do it, where would you go?

Sharlene: Paris.

Grant: That was quick.


Sharlene: It's my first choice.

Grant: It's a great city.

Sharlene: You've been there?

Grant: Mm-hmm, several times.

Sharlene: Mmm!

Grant: And I would go again in a second if I could be the one to show you around for the first time.

Sharlene: Oh, come on.

Grant: I mean it.

Sharlene: Well, for now... how about we just set up another date? One that isn't quite, uh, so unrealistic. I don't know. Something where I wouldn't have to buy a whole brand new wardrobe.

Grant: Hmm, I got a pretty tight schedule this week.

Sharlene: How about Thursday?

Grant: Mmm...can't do it. Got a political function.

Sharlene: Thursday's my only free night.

Grant: Sharly.

Sharlene: Oh, come on. Wouldn't you rather be with me than eating tough roast beef and cold mashed potatoes with a bunch of political types?

Grant: Yes, but this is different. I mean, I--I would arrange any other day but this one.

Sharlene: Try.

John: So, do you have any idea what the problem might be?

Taylor: Oh, I couldn't possibly determine that without seeing her.

John: Well, she's very afraid and very reluctant.

Taylor: Well, try to convince her to see me. I mean, she must be having a lot of confusion herself, so she might jump at the chance to finally be able to talk about it.

John: All right. I'll talk to her tomorrow.

Taylor: And remember this: There are a number of possibilities that can explain her behavior. But whatever it is, don't try to fix it yourself. Get the right help.

John: [Sighs] We've only been married for a few months. It took me a long time to find Sharlene. What we have is very, very different. I'm gonna make sure that we still have it.

Taylor: You love each other a lot.

John: Very much. That's not always enough, is it?

Taylor: Try to get her to see me.

John: I will, thanks. And, Taylor, I'll do anything to get my wife back.

Amanda: So now, Ken knew Daddy years ago.

Rachel: That's what he says.

Amanda: And you believe this?

Rachel: I'm going to check the story out.

Amanda: He wants something. I just wish I knew what it was.

Rachel: I think he wants what we all want--answers.

Amanda: Well, he is leaving tomorrow, right?

Rachel: Yes.

Amanda: Well, good. Then that will be over.

Rachel: How?

Amanda: Well, you're not going to keep working for him, are you?

Rachel: I haven't decided.

Amanda: Well, that's great, Mom.

Rachel: Amanda, I'm getting a little tired of you scolding me like a child every time I share something with you.

Amanda: I don't mean to.

Rachel: I know you think you know what's best for me, but it doesn't help me to have you put me down and make me feel badly.

Amanda: I've done that?

Rachel: Yeah.

Amanda: I have no right to. Especially not...

Rachel: I know you've probably figured this all out. But when Ken and I were in Arizona, we did get closer.

Amanda: I'm not surprised.

Rachel: You're not going to scream?

Amanda: I know how easy it is to let something happen, even when you don't want it to.

Rachel: Oh, that's true. No matter how difficult Ken has seemed or how dangerous, I do seem to be drawn to him.

Amanda: I know how easy it is to fall in love with the wrong man.

Rachel: Have you done that? Sometimes feelings get in the way of judgment. I know all about that, you know? I'm an expert at that. Or at least I was until your father came along.

Amanda: You still had problems even after daddy.

Rachel: Yeah, it's never easy.

Amanda: I'm finding that out.

Rachel: The love I had for your father was very special. I'm not looking for that again. I think you're lucky if you find that once in your life. You know, you love different people for different reasons at different times, but you can't hold up one person as a standard. It's not fair to anyone, especially not to yourself.

Amanda: Are you falling in love with Ken?

Rachel: I think maybe I thought I was out in Arizona. Now I'm not so sure what I feel. Except I think I've always felt that there was some connection with Mac. I just have to see this through and see where it takes me.

Amanda: Do you ever feel that you got married too early?

Rachel: Yeah, a lot, before Mac. I used to have a lot of regrets about that. But I don't do that anymore. It doesn't help, Amanda. You can't progress, you know, if you keep looking back at what might have been. No matter how much remorse you feel, you just have to get on with your life. Stop looking over your shoulder at what might have been.

Amanda: It's late.

Rachel: Is Sam asleep?

Amanda: No, he's in the studio. Good night, Mom.

Rachel: Good night, darling. Honey?

Amanda: Yeah?

Rachel: You can always talk to me about anything, you know. I would never judge you. You're a very strong young lady, you know. Go easy on yourself. You'll make the right decisions.

Amanda: I wish I could believe that.

Grant: There is something great about being outside at night, you know it?

Sharlene: Are you gonna cancel your dinner plans on Thursday or not?

Grant: If you listen, like, really carefully, sometimes you could hear sounds, like, many, many miles away.

Sharlene: Grant.

Grant: Look, I don't like to feel like I'm being tested.

Sharlene: Is that what you think this is? You think this is a test?

Grant: Yes, that's what it feels like.

Sharlene: Well, so far you're failing.

Grant: Look, what do I have to do to prove to you how much I care about you?

Sharlene: Thursday.

Grant: [Chuckles] Oh, God. No! I mean, I just--it's a political function.

Sharlene: Fine. Fine, you'll take me with you.

Grant: No, no, no.

Sharlene: I guess not. Well, I wouldn't get to talk to you much anyway. Probably get stuck listening to a bunch of windbags.

Grant: Yes, so that's--that's that, huh?

Sharlene: I would liven things up a bit, wouldn't I?

Grant: [Laughs] Boy, yeah, that's for sure.

Sharlene: [Laughs] I'm sorry if I seem pushy. It's my nature.

Grant: Well, I'll tell you. Promise me that you won't ask me any more about that, and I will promise you that I will think of a way to get out of it, ok?

Sharlene: You're a sweet guy. Got a pen?

Grant: Sure.

Sharlene: Let me have your pen. How does this thing--oh, got it.

Grant: What are you writing?

Sharlene: I'm not going to be home, so you can call me at this number.

Grant: So, where is this?

Sharlene: The Taj Mahal.

Grant: Oh, you really love that mystery, don't you?

Sharlene: Oh, well, I think we're equal in that department.

Grant: Yeah, I guess so. You know what? I got a feeling that it's gonna take a long time to figure you out, Sharly.

Sharlene: Here's hoping.

Sharlene: No one knows.

Grant: Yet.

Rachel: "My dearest Rachel... in case something happens, find Ken." Why? Why Ken? Why did you want me to know him after you had gone? Why didn't I know about him before?

Sam: I want the whole story.

Amanda: About what?

Sam: About you and Evan. Aren't you leaving out just a few details?

Amanda: Sam, what is--

Sam: Amanda, there's something else you want to tell me, isn't there?

Amanda: This is really difficult to say to you.

Sam: It's ok. I want to know.

Amanda: It was an infatuation, an attraction of some sort--

Sam: What kind of attraction?

Amanda: Sam, I'm sorry I ever had any feelings for him.

Sam: Feelings are one thing; actions are another. Did you act on how you felt?

Amanda: No. It was just a passing thing. It's over. Nothing that I ever felt for Evan would change the way I feel about you. That's the truth.

[Phone ringing]

Evan's voice: Leave a message after the tone.


Amanda: Evan, it's Amanda. Are you there? [Sighs] I waited for you at the old mill. What happened to you? I need to talk to you. Please, call me at work tomorrow. I needed to see you tonight.

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