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Another World Transcript Thursday 3/23/06

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Cass: You know what I really like about you?

Frankie: What?

Frankie: You always play hard to get. [Laughter] Doing anything for the rest of this evening?

Frankie: Oh, just more of this.

Cass: Mm... I like the way your mind works. I'm gonna go lock the front door and turn on the answering machine and grab a bottle of champagne. I'll meet you upstairs.

Frankie: I'll help you. We'll be faster. Get out of the way.

Frankie: I just remembered something I have to do.

Cass: What?

Frankie: I have to tell my mother we are engaged.

Cass: Your mother? Hey, call her tomorrow. I'm sure she'll be thrilled.

Frankie: I promised I'd do it tonight.

Cass: Whom did you promise?

Frankie: Myself.

Cass: Well, great. You can break the promise and no one will ever know.

Frankie: But I'll feel guilty.

Cass: I'll forgive you.

Frankie: Oh.

[Chuckles] You're right. I'll get over it.

[Pinball machine dings]

Cass: [Laughs]

Frankie: I love you, Cass.

Cass: I love you, too, Frankie. Shall I carry you?

[Laughter]

Frankie: I'll carry you.

Cass: Oh, oh!

Grant: Yeah, Ann, are you going to be there for a while?

Ann: I was going to come back to the hospital and see you.

Grant: Uh, wait. Wait there. I want to talk to you about something.

Ann: Well, it sounds important.

Grant: It is.

Ann: All right, Grant. I'll see you in a while.

Grant: Thanks. I thought you were gonna call it quits early today.

John: My 24-hour shift is turning into a 36.

Grant: [Sighs] Is that about me?

John: More test results.

Grant: And?

John: There's been no change.

Grant: That means that, uh, I haven't improved much, huh?

John: The medication's barely holding its own.

Grant: I see. So that means your hands are tied, John?

John: In a way.

Grant: But there are other options, you know.

John: There are illegal options, Grant.

Grant: Look, we both know the DTA takes its good, sweet time in approving new drugs. But while they're sitting on their complacent butts in their laboratories, people are dying!

John: You want to fight the Federal Government, fine. You're the politician.

Grant: Oh, don't trot out your medical ethics on me.

John: What's that supposed to mean?

Grant: There was a time in Southeast Asia when a little red tape never got in the way of you getting a few supplies.

John: Are you gathering information on me? Who the hell do you think you are?

Grant: Let's go and have a little talk.

Evan: I told you I quit Cory Publishing for personal reasons.

Courtney: Did any of those personal reasons make you angry enough to sabotage the company for revenge?

Evan: What is this? I mean, I know at least a half a dozen other people that had access to those computers. And why are you treating me like this?

Courtney: That's because you were the one that was at the Cory building when it was sealed for repairs. You're the one that established Comsec as a front, and you were the only one that resigned without explanation or warning when the cash flow decided to check itself out. You're looking at 10 to 15, Evan.

Evan: Oh, I see. You've got me doing time, and you haven't even arrested me yet.

Courtney: And I'm telling you, you're in it over your head. And if you don't cop a guilty, you'll be middle age before you get out of prison. Is that clear enough for you?

Evan: Well, I'm not gonna say anything till I speak to my lawyer.

Amanda: Sam? Sam, are you here?

Rachel: Hi. What's the matter?

Amanda: Well, I guess you're gonna find out sooner or later.

Rachel: Find out what?

Amanda: Somebody is trying to frame Evan for the thefts at Cory.

Rachel: What?

Amanda: He could go to jail, Mom. And I think Sam is the one that's behind it.

Rachel: Sam? What are you talking about? Why would Sam-- I see. So there's something going on between you and Evan that you haven't been telling me about?

Grant: Look, my life is at stake here, John.

John: Grant, my responsibility to you does not include administering illegal and unapproved-of drugs.

Grant: That drug is up for approval in this country because of red tape. You know that as well as I do.

John: Look, I could lose my license!

Grant: And so I'm supposed to suffer because you're afraid to take a risk?

John: Pull this thing over! I'm out of here. Come on.

Grant: Now, wait a minute! Wait a minute. Now, look, I know how many lives you saved in Vietnam because you broke the rules.

John: It was a war, for crying out loud.

Grant: Look, you hijacked a jeep loaded with penicillin ripped off from a MedEvac unit on its way to the black market.

John: For God's sakes, how did you find out about that?

Grant: It's not important how I found out. The important thing is that you saved hundreds of lives. Now, is my life worth any less?

John: Look, I broke the rules. I was a maverick then, but there are other things to consider now, and I am going by the book. I promise you, Grant, we will do everything we can legally to keep you alive.

Grant: I thought you had guts, Hudson.

John: You're not gonna get anywhere insulting me.

Grant: You love your wife, don't you?

John: What?

Grant: You heard me. Just answer my question.

John: Yes, of course, I love my wife.

Grant: And you live for her love, am I right? I've never known what that's like, John, not until now. But I met somebody that I want to live for. Don't you see? For the first time in my life, I want to live to have that chance to love, and you're the only one who can make that happen for me. What do you say?

John: [Sighs]

Sharlene: How about another?

Ann: Oh, I thought you'd left.

Sharlene: Nope, I haven't. Mind if I join you?

Ann: I'm expecting someone soon. I really should freshen up.

Sharlene: You look plenty fresh to me. Sit down, take a load off, relax. Hi, bourbon and water.

Ann: Are you, uh, here alone?

Sharlene: Uh, for now I am. So tell me... how does it feel to have your picture in the papers and all that?

Ann: [Laughs] When?

Sharlene: Well--oh, boy, I guess you get your picture taken all the time. I was talking about the engagement.

Ann: Oh, well, that wasn't an official press release. We're having one written for the wire services when we formalize the arrangement.

Sharlene: When you formalize the arrangement. That's--that's a marriage?

Ann: You're awfully curious, aren't you?

Sharlene: [Chuckling] Well, I don't run into famous people too often. I mean, am I bothering you? You're like royalty to me. Beautiful woman marries handsome prince, lives happily in D.C.

Ann: Congressman Harrison is not a prince, but I'll certainly tell him you said so.

Sharlene: How long have you known?

Ann: Known what?

Sharlene: That the two of you were going to be married?

Ann: Oh, we've known each other since prep school. We've been preparing for this most of our lives.

Sharlene: To be married?

Ann: No, Capitol Hill and beyond.

Sharlene: Beyond?

Ann: He is going to be president someday. I mean, that's been the plan since we were teenagers.

Sharlene: And you're going to be first lady.

Ann: Oh, it's what Grant and I have dreamed of all of our lives.

Sharlene: [Sighs heavily]

Frankie: What if she finds out before I tell her?

Cass: Who?

Frankie: My mother.

Cass: Do we really have to talk about your mother at this moment?

Frankie: But somebody could tell her.

Cass: Nobody knows. We haven't told anybody, have we?

Frankie: A daughter is supposed to tell her mother about these things as soon as they happen.

Cass: You already blew it then. So what's a few more hours?

Frankie: Did I hear you say hours?

Cass: Maybe even days.

Frankie: I'll race you.

[Phone rings] Machine's on.

Cass: It's after 5:00, it can't be important.

Cass's voice: These are the offices of Winthrop and Winthrop. Please leave a message.

Evan's voice: It's Evan Bates. Cass, Stacey, either of you there?

Frankie: Why is Evan calling you?

Cass: I don't have the slightest idea.

Evan's voice: Look, if you get this message tonight, I really need your help. I'm at the Police station, and I need a lawyer.

Frankie: What?

Evan: I'm about to get tossed in jail.

Frankie: Look, don't you say another word to her until we get there. Hang tight, honey. We'll be there in a minute, ok? This is my cousin we're talking about.

Cass: I can't represent Evan.

Frankie: Why not?

Cass: I am the attorney for the Cory family. He's being questioned about a theft at their company.

Frankie: Conflict of interest?

Cass: Only enough to get me disbarred.

Frankie: He's family.

Cass: Not my family.

Frankie: He will be if I marry you.

Cass: What do you mean "if" you marry me?

Frankie: Look, Cass, you don't have to represent him, ok? Let's just keep him out of jail, all right?

Cass: What?

Frankie: Just--let's keep the cops from locking him up, and while they're gearing up to charge him, we'll find him another attorney.

Cass: It's unethical, Frankie.

Frankie: Are you going to let a relative sit in a holding cell without an attorney?

Cass: What if he's guilty and takes off for the Caribbean tonight?

Frankie: What if he's what?

Cass: He could've done it, you know.

Frankie: He is not guilty and you know it.

Cass: How do I-- I can see I don't have much choice here do I, Mary Frances?

Frankie: Marriage is all about compromise, Cass.

Cass: Compromise does not necessarily mean unconditional surrender.

Frankie: In this case it does.

Cass: All right, I'll do it.

Frankie: Thank you, darling.

Cass: But let's get it out of the way so I don't have to think about it too much.

Frankie: Welcome to the family, Cass.

Cass: You don't happen to have any other cousins lurking around with a criminal record, do you?

Frankie: Hmm... I don't know. I'll ask my mother when I call her.

Amanda: There are a lot of things that you don't know, Mom.

Rachel: Yes, I'm beginning to realize that.

Amanda: Things have changed quite a bit between me and Sam in the past few months.

Rachel: I wish you had told me about this.

Amanda: Mom, it's not that easy.

Rachel: If something is going on with Evan and Sam and it has to do with Cory, I need to know what it is so I can try and deal with it.

Amanda: I made so many mistakes.

Rachel: You're having an affair with Evan?

Amanda: No.

Rachel: Amanda.

Amanda: It happened once. I tried to stop the way I feel about him. I really did. I can't justify it, but it happened... and my life has been chaos ever since.

Rachel: When did you tell Sam?

Amanda: I didn't.

Rachel: You didn't?

Amanda: Vicky did.

Rachel: Oh, Lord.

Amanda: I know. I have been so stupid. I'm sorry I felt I couldn't talk to you about this sooner.

Rachel: So am I.

Amanda: Sam didn't believe Vicky at first. At least, I don't think that he did. Evan swears that he is not involved.

Rachel: Do you believe him?

Amanda: Yes.

Rachel: Why do you think Sam is doing this to Evan?

Amanda: Because he's hated Evan from the very start. And Sam's been acting so strangely lately. He's so distant and angry. I mean, suppose that he planned this from the very beginning.

Rachel: Have you asked him?

Amanda: No, I--I thought I could find him here.

Rachel: So you're going to continue this thing with Evan?

Amanda: I don't know.

Rachel: Well, you have a lot of sorting out to do, don't you?

Amanda: I don't even know where to start.

Rachel: Do you want your marriage?

Amanda: I did.

Rachel: And now?

Amanda: I think it may be too late.

[Sighs] Even once I get everything at Cory straightened out, I don't think I can fix things with Sam. He would never trust me again... and I can't blame him.

John: Let's just hope that your girlfriend doesn't read the papers.

Grant: John, I'm not lying about how I feel about this woman. I love this woman.

John: I don't want to hear it.

Grant: Look I--listen, I--I was only going to marry Ann because she fit into my plans, not because I loved her.

John: Oh, well, maybe you should tell her that so that she can get on with her life.

Grant: I want to get on with my life. And you are the only one that can help me get that medication.

John: I can't do it. It is illegal. I will lose my license.

Grant: Why did I think you were different from other doctors?

John: Grant, you're not making any sense at all. If I lose my license, I am good to no one--not to you, not to anyone. Now what purpose could that serve?

Grant: I guess I've got your answer.

John: I'd like to help, but I...

Grant: Andy, take me to Tops. I gotta go talk to Ann. Maybe we can talk about this some more. Then again, maybe we won't.

Sharlene: So you go to all these political parties with him and fundraisers.

Ann: Oh, some. Grant is usually so busy at those things, and I don't really like to tag along. He just doesn't have time for a woman when he is trying to raise money for one cause or another.

Sharlene: Oh, sure. I'm sure that stuff's very important to him, very serious about it.

Ann: Well, he has to be. His work is never done. He's on call all the time, and he always has to be on.

Sharlene: What do you mean "on"?

Ann: On top of things. He has to be full of energy, even when he's been in 6 different states for the last 36 hours and had a couple of 20-minute catnaps on the plane.

Sharlene: That sounds like too much work.

Ann: Well, it is. And that's why I'm here. Politicians' wives hold up those boys more than you know.

Sharlene: Do you like doing that?

Ann: Well, I have to know almost as much as he does.

Sharlene: Oh, how do you mean?

Ann: I have to be, uh, smart, but not intrusive, funny, but never silly, and always--absolutely always, completely and totally loyal to him at home, in front of his supporters, and, most importantly, in front of his opponents. I have to be his biggest fan. And it is a great deal of work, I assure you.

Sharlene: Sounds so romantic.

Ann: Oh, well, we have that, too. I just think that a politician's personal life should remain personal.

Sharlene: Mm-hmm. I know. Superman can't have a love life... makes him too human.

Ann: Well, Grant and I are very much in love. I think, uh, that's an issue that the public doesn't really need to know anything about.

Sharlene: [Laughs] Unless he gets his hand caught in the cookie jar, huh?

Ann: I beg your pardon?

Sharlene: Unless he fools around and some reporter blabs.

Ann: Oh, that is quite out of the norm, I assure you.

Sharlene: Oh, come on. You don't really think your fiancÚ only has eyes for you, do you?

Ann: And just what would you know about it one way or the other?

Sharlene: Look, I'm only telling you what I read in the papers, that's all.

Ann: What have you read?

Sharlene: Look, all men cheat. Now, come on, it's the truth. It's the truth. All men cheat and politicians cheat more, that's all. It's in all the columns. Does--does that bother you?

Ann: Oh, it doesn't bother me. I--I'm a little concerned that you would believe all you read.

Sharlene: Look, I know men, ok? I know men better than men know men.

Ann: Well, that's open to question.

Sharlene: I've got experience. You know what I mean?

Ann: Oh, I believe so, yes.

Sharlene: So I'm just telling you to protect yourself for your own good, that's all.

Ann: I don't need protecting.

Sharlene: Any woman that's in love with a man needs protecting, sweetheart. Look, I'm sorry. It's not their fault. It isn't. It's a sort of a physical thing with them. It's in their--it's in their hormones or something.

Ann: Men.

Sharlene: Yes, men. They see a pretty woman. They think they can have her--well, they think they should have her. You know what I'm saying?

Ann: I hear you. I--I hear you quite well, actually.

Sharlene: I just don't want you to kid yourself.

Ann: I trust Grant completely.

Sharlene: Hmm... not--not smart.

Ann: Look, I know men will--will wander, but it's only when they're not happy at home.

Sharlene: And your man is?

Ann: I don't really think that's anybody's...

Sharlene: Look, Ann, I like you. You're ok. But you haven't been around the block. Good luck.

Ann: I am not naive. I agree with you that men will have--they will see other women from time to time. I don't like it, but I can't change the facts.

Sharlene: But you said...

Ann: I said it's all right if he runs around--to a certain point, that is.

Sharlene: Is that enough for you?

Ann: They always come back home, dear. Always.

Sharlene: Thanks for the talk. Good luck, darling.

Ann: Oh, hello, sweetheart.

Grant: You lied to me.

Ann: What?

Grant: You promised you wouldn't leak our engagement to the public.

Ann: But--but I haven't.

Grant: Who leaked it to the press? Can you tell me that?

Ann: It--it was a mistake.

Grant: Why did you lie to me? Why didn't you just tell me that you told me somebody in the media?

Sharlene: They're all the same. Just as big a liar as the next one.

Ann: Darling, it was a P.R. thing, that's all.

Grant: Let me tell you something. From now on, I lead my own life and run my own life--not you, not Ted, not my father, not your stupid little P.R. firm--just me. Do you understand that?

Ann: Darling, please, people are staring.

Grant: Good, let them stare.

Ann: Grant.

Derek: No, no, Paulina. No, not there.

Paulina: And why not?

Derek: Stacey likes that lamp.

Paulina: Good. Now it's in a place where she can use it.

Derek: Well, what if she doesn't want to use it here?

Paulina: Then she'll have to move it. Will you please relax, Derek?

Derek: I'm cool. I'm cool.

Paulina: No, you're not.

Derek: I just want everything to be perfect when Stacey gets here, that's all.

Paulina: Don't you know how lucky she is to have you?

Derek: Yeah, well...

Paulina: No, I mean it, Derek. You're almost a perfect 10.

Derek: Ah, yeah, some 10. Will you look at this place I'm moving her into? This is a hole.

Paulina: But it's yours.

Derek: Yeah, well, I guess so.

Paulina: No man has ever treated me the way you treat Stacey.

Derek: Yeah, you're still a kid.

Paulina: I haven't been a kid in a long time.

Derek: Oh, this is weird.

Paulina: What is?

Derek: This is like setting up house, you know?

Paulina: Well, like I said, you guys are lucky.

Derek: Yeah, well, you'll find somebody some day.

Paulina: Yeah, but will he be as cool as you? You know, when we were kids, you were the only person that mattered to me.

Derek: I remember.

Paulina: I'm glad you're back in my life, Derek.

Derek: Yeah, me, too.

Paulina: You're the only family I got. I just hope you know that I'd do anything for you.

Stacey: Hi.

Derek: Hey.

Stacey: I got my last bag.

Derek: Welcome home.

Stacey: Thanks.

[Laughs] Oh, I don't believe this, a staircase. This is great. Hello. Oh, wow. Oh, my gosh, look at this. toaster oven, matching silverware.

Derek: Place cleans up good. Paulina helped.

Paulina: Hope you like it, Stacey.

Stacey: It looks incredible. I can't believe it. Wow. Thank you, Paulina.

Paulina: Well, I just wanted to do something to make up for all the trouble I've caused you.

Stacey: Oh, you haven't caused me any trouble. It's the Corys I'm worried about.

Paulina: Yeah, I know, and I was thinking that maybe we could--

Stacey: Well, listen. There's no way that I can't tell them your secret.

Derek: Oh, Stacey, come on.

Stacey: Derek, I can't. I'm sorry. Jamie asked me to find the best possible nanny for his son, someone he could trust. And I thought I had until I found out that your whole resume is a lie.

Paulina: So what are you saying?

Stacey: I'm saying that I thought it over and I'm going to talk to Mrs. Cory and tell her the truth the next time I see her.

Derek: Oh, Stacey, come on.

Stacey: Derek, they're going to find out one way or another and it's better it's me. I'm sorry.

Amanda: So what am I going to do?

Rachel: You love Evan?

Amanda: I don't know. I'm drawn to him. He's exciting.

Rachel: But you love Sam, still.

Amanda: I loved our marriage together. I loved our life. Why couldn't I be content with that? Why did I have to go and risk everything?

Rachel: I don't know. I can't answer that. Things happen.

Amanda: I just wish I could go back and start everything all over again.

Rachel: And erase all the mistakes you've made? Forget it.

Amanda: So what do I do?

Rachel: You make decisions. You make choices.

Amanda: I love Sam.

Rachel: But you want Evan. Grow up, Amanda. You can't have everything.

Amanda: I don't think I can make things work with Sam.

Rachel: What if you can't make things work with Evan? Are you prepared to be alone?

Amanda: I never thought of that.

Rachel: Well, you better start thinking about that because you could wind up with nothing.

Amanda: Why are you angry at me?

Rachel: I'm not. I'm angry at myself. I've been in this situation, Amanda. And now I'm seeing my own daughter make all the same damn mistakes.

Amanda: I didn't intend for anything to happen.

Rachel: Of course you didn't! But it happened, didn't it? You fell in love with someone you shouldn't instead, and you've stopped trying with someone you should!

Amanda: Don't preach to me, mother, because if you had listened to your own advice, you would never have left your first husband.

Rachel: I never loved my first husband. How about you?

Amanda: I'm sorry. I didn't mean it.

Rachel: I would've done anything to keep this from happening to you.

Amanda: You didn't do anything. I caused it all.

Rachel: Just a minute. Just a minute! What did you just say? What did you just say?

Amanda: I caused it all.

Rachel: Good for you. That's the first adult thing you've said all evening. And you're right, you did. You caused it all.

Amanda: So then what am I? Am I in love with Evan, or am I just some spoiled brat that's ruining everybody's lives?

Rachel: I don't know, sweetie. I don't know. Only you can answer that.

Evan: Look, I didn't take the money. Now, can you get me out of here?

Courtney: I have a few more questions for Mr. Bates. I'd like to get started. So, Frankie, if you wouldn't mind.

Frankie: Look, Courtney, haven't you put him through enough...

Cass: I get the impression that Courtney wants to arrest you, Evan, and I don't think we should stand in her way.

Evan: What?

Frankie: Cass, have you lost--

Cass: Courtney, go ahead, book him.

Evan: Winthrop, what are you trying to do to me?

Frankie: Are you for real, Winthrop?

Evan: Look, if you don't want--

Cass: Would you all put your eyeballs back into your heads and listen to me for a minute? There's no way that Courtney is going to arrest you.

Evan: What are you saying?

Cass: She's trying to hose you. She's trying to frighten you into spilling out your guts.

Courtney: Wait a minute, counselor.

Cass: No, you wait a minute, Courtney. Does the D.A. know about this suspect?

Courtney: Not at this particular--

Cass: Right. The D.A. doesn't know about you because she doesn't have enough evidence to arrest you. Isn't that right?

Courtney: I am setting up my case.

Frankie: Oh, this is really low, Courtney.

Cass: Evan, she can't keep you here unless she formally books you. So my advice is for you to leave and let Detective Walker do a little more homework.

Evan: She can do all the homework she wants because I'm not guilty.

Courtney: You know, your client will have a much easier time of it if he would cooperate.

Cass: You just want him to do your job for you. And, frankly, I am stunned, I mean, appalled that you would resort to these bush-league tactics.

Courtney: We will talk again soon.

Cass: Good.

Courtney: You, too, Evan.

Evan: Oh, sure. Why don't you pencil it in your calendar? We'll have lunch--

Frankie: Evan.

Evan: ...Share a few laughs. We'll have some coffee.

Frankie: We'll see you, Courtney.

Cass: Amanda, this is Cass Winthrop.

Amanda: Oh, hi, Cass.

Cass: I'm formally notifying you of a phone call that I received earlier from Evan Bates requesting my legal counsel.

Amanda: Evan called you?

Cass: I gave him counsel without remuneration concerning his role in the matter of the missing Cory funds.

Amanda: Where is he?

Cass: He's down here at the Police station.

Amanda: Cass, do me a favor.

Cass: I'll try.

Amanda: Keep him there for a while. I have to see him. Thanks. I have to go to the Police station.

Rachel: Evan's in custody?

Amanda: They haven't charged him with anything, but they are questioning him. I've got to go.

Rachel: No, I wouldn't do that if I were you.

Amanda: Why would you say that?

Rachel: I know you feel responsible for what's happening to Evan, but we don't know what his responsibility is in all this.

Amanda: Mom, he's being framed.

Rachel: If you want to salvage your marriage, I wouldn't do this.

Amanda: If Sam is the one that's behind it, I don't have a marriage to salvage.

Rachel: Talk to Sam first, Amanda.

Amanda: Mom, I can't wait. I owe Evan this much.

Rachel: All right, do what you want to do.

Paulina: I understand, Stacey.

Derek: She's in a really difficult position, Paulina. She has business with these people. She's a family friend.

Paulina: It's ok. I lied, now I have to live with it.

Stacey: Paulina, I like you, and I think you're good with the baby. But you see, I recommended you to the Corys, and Rachel values honesty above everything else.

Paulina: You're right.

Stacey: I wish it didn't have to be this way.

Paulina: Yeah, me, too. I'm going to let you two get settled in.

Derek: I appreciate all your help, Paulina.

Paulina: I like helping you, Derek. I always have. See you later.

Derek: Ok. Be careful.

Stacey: You are some decorator.

Derek: Kiss me. You make this place beautiful.

Stacey: Our place.

Derek: Oh, I like the way that sounds.

Stacey: Sounds kind of scary.

Derek: Yeah.

Stacey: But mostly wonderful.

[Clanking noise]

Stacey: What's that?

Derek: Oh, no. I think the people's on the roof again. Oh, no--they've broken in here twice this week. I didn't tell you this. Through the fire escape, they've come in--

Stacey: What?

Derek: ...And I'm not going to let it be 3 times.

Amanda: He didn't leave, did he?

Cass: No, Evan is signing his statement. He'll be here any minute. In fact, there he is now. I guess we go?

Courtney: Yeah.

Amanda: Thanks for calling me, Cass.

Cass: It's my job. I'll phone Iris in the morning and fill her in, ok?

Amanda: Yeah.

Frankie: Evan, I'll talk to you soon. We'll talk and we'll find you a good attorney.

Evan: Thanks.

Frankie: You take care.

Evan: See you, Frankie.

Amanda: Are you ok?

Evan: Yeah, sure.

Amanda: What did Courtney say?

Evan: She tried to get me to confess.

Amanda: She really thinks you're the thief?

Evan: Well, she doesn't have enough evidence to arrest me... yet.

Amanda: This is all my fault.

Evan: Don't even say that. Things have just gotten out of hand.

Amanda: Well, we're gonna take care of it.

Evan: Don't bother.

Amanda: What are you talking about?

Evan: I'm saying there was a time when I would have done and given anything for you.

Amanda: What are you saying?

Evan: I'm saying that it's over, Amanda... between us. We can't ever see each other again.

Kyle: Yo, big guy! It's me!

Derek: Kyle!

Stacey: Kyle! What, are you crazy?

Kyle: Not as crazy as you two. What--are you trying to kill me?

Derek: Since when do you use my fire escape as a front door?

Kyle: Since the gang has started chasing me all over town.

Stacey: What is going on here?

Derek: If they saw him coming in here, they would think that he was ratting them out.

Stacey: Ratting to you?

Derek: Yeah.

Kyle: You put the word out on me. What is with you?

Derek: I wanted to see your face.

Kyle: Well, you've seen it. I'm out of here.

Derek: Not yet, little man.

Stacey: Wait a second. Will somebody tell me what is going on here?

Derek: Well, Kyle thinks he's pretty big time now that he's hanging out with felons.

Kyle: Look, I take care of myself. I do what I have to.

Derek: Ancient history. I am about to change what you have to do.

Kyle: Oh, yeah, right. Yo, I'm going to be a choir boy now, ok? Get a real life.

Stacey: Kyle, you listen to Derek. He knows what he's talking about.

Kyle: Look, you're on steroids, too. Why don't you both back off?

Derek: I care about what happens to you, Kyle.

Kyle: Look, I am fine. I don't need you or anyone else poking in my life. So why don't you just take the hunt off me so I can walk around the streets again without every lowlife tailing me looking for a bounty.

Derek: Hey, hey. I thought we were friends.

Kyle: Yeah, you want to be a friend?

Derek: Yeah.

Kyle: You give me 10 bucks and say adios.

Derek: Where did you learn how to talk like that, and where are you living?

Kyle: In a condo on the lake--where do you think?

Derek: I'm not going to let you stay out on the street, Kyle. Because if I do, juvenile service will pick you up and slam you in some foster home and then I'll never see you again. And I don't want that to happen. You're going to stay--stay right here with us. Right, Stacey?

Stacey: Huh?

Derek: He's staying here with us.

Kyle: You better tell this dude he's crazy, girl.

Stacey: You do what you think is right, Derek.

Kyle: You're both crazy. Good-bye.

Derek: Kyle, there's a sleeping bag under the bed. Why don't you grab it and settle in a corner?

Kyle: No, way. See you later, Derek.

Derek: Hey, you're not going anywhere, bud. So why don't you just settle down, cool off, and say hello to your new home.

[Knock on door]

Sharlene: Well, hi.

John: Hi.

Sharlene: Hi. The desk nurse told me you were in here, and she said the patient wasn't so it would be ok. [Sighs heavily]

John: You seem to be out of breath.

Sharlene: I am. I've been looking all over the--the whole building for you. I finally found you. So why don't you put that down and kiss me proper like?

John: Listen, I'm awfully sorry that I had to cancel lunch. I'm glad you got my message and came back, because I--I want to talk to you.

Sharlene: Why?

John: How are you feeling?

Sharlene: I'm feeling great. I'm great.

John: You sure?

Sharlene: Sure, I'm sure. I am.

John: Good. Well, sit down. I was talking with Dr. Benson, and I told her that you didn't come home the night of our wedding rehearsal. She didn't know anything about that.

Sharlene: Well, I didn't mean to leave that out or anything. [Chuckling] I think that's what I need to work on. Maybe it's just memory, John. It's memory.

John: [Chuckling] Yeah, maybe that's what it is. You know, she is planning to administer the sodium amytal tomorrow during your session.

Sharlene: Tomorrow? Gee, John, don't--don't you think that's rushing it? I think it's rushing it a little.

John: Dr. Benson seems to think that it's necessary. It's the only way to work things out.

Sharlene: This is such an extreme. How about maybe I have a few more sessions with her and then we see if it can't work--

John: Sharlene, you don't seem to understand. I don't think you have that much time. Whatever it is that's bothering you is tearing us apart. I'm not gonna stand around and watch it happen anymore.

Sharlene: I'm--I'm too afraid right now, John. I mean, really... truth serum.

John: We'll get to the bottom of this, Sharlene. We'll figure it out once and for all.

Sharlene: I don't want to get to the bottom of it.

John: Sharlene.

Sharlene: Ok. Ok. I'll call Dr. Benson, but I'm sure she is not gonna be able to get me an appointment for tomorrow, but I'll call.

John: She can. It's already scheduled.

Sharlene: You scheduled it?

John: Yes.

Sharlene: I want to make things right for us again, too, John. I really do.

John: We're gonna get past this, Sharlene. We're gonna get our lives back the way they were. I promise.

[Door slams]

Paulina: Mrs. Cory?

Rachel: Yes, Paulina. I thought you had the evening off.

Paulina: I decided to come home early. I have something to tell you, and I'm afraid it's not very good news.

Rachel: Your family? Is your mother all right?

Paulina: Mrs. Cory, I lied about all that.

Rachel: I don't understand.

Paulina: I'm an orphan. I spent half my childhood in an orphanage and the other half in foster homes. I don't have any brothers and sisters... none that I know about, anyway.

Rachel: I see.

Paulina: I don't know what else to say except I'm sorry.

Rachel: Why--why have you chosen now to tell me all of this?

Paulina: The more I got to know you, the worse I felt about it. I learned that you value honesty more than anything. I just wanted this job so badly and I was afraid that if you knew about my past, you wouldn't hire me. I wanted to fit in.

Rachel: [Sighs] Well, Paulina, I'm not really pleased about all of this, but I really don't want to go into all of this tonight. So suppose you go upstairs and have a good night's sleep and we'll talk about it in the morning.

Paulina: I understand.

Rachel: I'm not the only one you're going to have to tell about all this.

Paulina: Jamie.

Rachel: And Vicky. They gave you the responsibility to take care of their son, and you lied for that privilege.

Paulina: I understand. Thank you. Mrs. Cory, sometimes people make mistakes for the right reasons.

Amanda: I don't think this is the time to be discussing our future together.

Evan: Yes, it is. If they find out about our affair and I'm indicted, they'll use it as a primary motive for this crime.

Amanda: That won't happen.

Evan: Yes, it will. And I don't want to see you or your family dragged through this with me.

Amanda: Evan, listen to me. Look, I don't have the answers, but right now you are the only one that is not trying to run my life or make me feel guilty for what happened. I don't know what's going to happen in the future, but right now I need you.

Evan: Amanda, it is over. That's just the way that it has to be.

Amanda: Evan.

Evan: I love you... but that is not enough.

Frankie: Oh, how very spiritual of you, Cass.

Cass: Yes, I thought you'd kind of appreciate this, Frankie. I looked high and low for incense, but I couldn't seem to find any.

Frankie: Oh, this is perfect.

Cass: Did you reach your mother?

Frankie: Yeah. She can't believe it.

Cass: That you're engaged to me?

Frankie: That I'm engaged to anybody. I think she broke out into a cold sweat.

Cass: I know how she feels. My shirt is super-saturated.

Frankie: Oh... do I make you nervous, Cass?

Cass: Among other things.

Frankie: I forgot the champagne.

Cass: I don't need it.

Frankie: That's what I thought.

[Instrumental music playing]

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