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Another World Transcript Monday 3/27/06
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Ken: Bill. More bills. [Sighs] I really got to start doing this more than once a month. What is this? Ah yes, Bay City symphony... April 25. That's tonight.
Rachel: Hi, Ken.
Ken: Rachel, I didn't expect to see you.
Rachel: Yeah, I've come to get my things.
Ken: Then this really is good-bye?
Olivia: No, no. Today is just fine. Well, I was taking a dance class. I just got your message. Believe me, Lucas, it's not a problem. When do you want to do the shoot? Well, then I'll see you at Visions later on this afternoon. Well, I am a little tired right now, but I'll be a new woman after I grab a shower and a beauty nap. Don't worry, I'll be there.
John: Sharlene, are you all right?
Sharlene: I'm--I'm nervous. I'm absolutely nervous. It's the needles.
Sharlene: I'm thinking about needles, and I don't know what that stuff would do to me.
John: Try to relax. Just try to relax.
Sharlene: All right. I know, I'm being silly.
John: No, you're not. It's a perfectly natural reaction.
Sharlene: You know, another thing, I couldn't get a hold of Josie. I tried to call her and I wanted to talk to her because I wanted to make sure she was ok...
John: I'm sure she's fine.
Sharlene: ...And I couldn't get--well, I'm not and I'd like to be. And I don't know about this freako fan of hers and that--the guy--he just--the threats.
John: Hang on a minute. Dr. Hudson. No, no, no, no, no, don't, don't--I'll be right there. Right. Sorry, but I got to run.
John: I'll be back in just a few minutes, ok?
Sharlene: Oh, good, good.
Sharlene: Boy, didn't anybody ever teach you to knock? I'd like a little privacy around here.
Olivia: Ok, I'll see you later, Lucas. Bye. Josie, I--I didn't hear you come in. That was Lucas on the phone. I'm going to be doing some modeling for "Sophisticate" today, and Jake's company is going to record it for promotion.
Josie: I know. You--you must be so excited.
Olivia: You're happy for me?
Josie: Sure, why wouldn't I be?
Olivia: You tell me.
Josie: What do you mean?
Olivia: Well, when I told you yesterday that Iris was thinking about using me, you hated the idea, remember?
Josie: No, not really. Olivia: Well, I do. I tried to talk to you about it and you just walked away.
Josie: Maybe you were just feeling a little sensitive. I have had other things on my mind, Olivia.
Olivia: Well, I know, but I think this is bothering you too--
Josie: It isn't.
Olivia: ...And I just want to clear the air. I'm not trying to compete with you. This wasn't even my idea. Iris only thought of me because they needed a dancer.
Josie: Can we drop this? I am not angry, ok?
Olivia: They want me to do dance movements while I model--
Josie: Stop explaining. I can't be featured in every shoot, and if you start to like this modeling thing, who knows, maybe some day we could work together.
Olivia: You'd like that?
Josie: I think it would be a kick, don't you? Can you imagine the look on Russ's face when he opens the magazine and sees his two daughters there? He'd love it.
Olivia: He probably would. He's so proud of you already.
Josie: Unlike my mother.
Olivia: She won't ease off?
Josie: Sometimes I think she's proud of me. Talking to my mother about my career is--is asking for a big fight.
Olivia: Oh, I'm sorry. Listen, I would really love to get into this, but I have to get some rest if I'm going to look anywhere half decent.
Josie: You gonna shower?
Olivia: No, later. Oh, boy, that dance rehearsal really wore me out. I'm half asleep already. I'm just gonna crash here on the couch. I always sleep better for some reason that way.
Josie: Me, too. I'm just going to...grab something to eat and I'll be out of your way. I've got some things to do.
Olivia: [Yawning] Ok.
Donna: Ok, let's go. Come on. Hi.
Mikey: Will you take my picture today?
Donna: I will if I have time after I finish working, darling. All right, let me have your jacket. Now remember, there are a lot of breakable things here, so I want you to be very careful, ok?
Mikey: I know. Don't touch anything.
Donna: Good boy.
Jake: But you can still give me a hug! How was school? Huh?
Donna: Well, his teacher said he was playing on the monkey bars all morning, so I think he's ready for a n-a-p.
Mikey: No nap.
Jake: Hey, well, monkey man, when I heard you were coming I went and rented some really hot videos.
Jake: Cartoons, Donna; you would approve. What do you say, you go upstairs and do some tube while Mommy and I stay down here and work, all right? Yeah. Last one up to the TV is a rotten enchilada. [Laughs]
Donna: Oh, be careful. Don't run up the stairs.
Josie: Sleep tight, Olivia. [Whispering] Olivia?
Jake: That's a cool kid.
Donna: It ought to keep him occupied until Bridget gets back.
Jake: Yeah, well, if he's anything like me he'll be asleep in a couple of minutes anyway. What's wrong?
Donna: Something awful has happened.
Jake: Hey, hey, forget I ever asked. I just remembered I signed off as your emotional crutch. From now on we discuss business, remember?
Jake: Is this about business?
Donna: No, but it--
Jake: Then I don't want to hear it.
Donna: I tried to bribe Eve Miller.
Jake: That's ni--you what?
Donna: I gave her a check--a lot of money--and she tore the check up, not before she had it copied.
Jake: Are you crazy, Donna?
Donna: Yes, but they're trying to take Mikey away from me and I have to stop them.
Jake: So, what--you think you can buy them off?
Donna: I just wasn't thinking clearly.
Jake: No kidding. What did they do?
Donna: Their lawyer says they're going to try to use it against us in court.
Jake: That's great, Donna. What are you gonna do?
Donna: I don't know.
Jake: Me either. But you're gonna do it without my help. You always come to me, Donna. You cry on my shoulder, and then when you feel better you just shut me out.
Donna: I do not.
Jake: Yes, you do. You know something, Donna? You treat me worse than you treat a total stranger.
Donna: That's not true.
Jake: You have used me for the last time.
Donna: Why are you being so mean to me? I thought you loved Mikey?
Jake: It doesn't have anything to do with Mikey. It's his mother I can't deal with.
Lucas: Hi. Everything under control?
Jake: Yeah, sure. Come on in, Lucas.
Lucas: Great, got some coffee?
Jake: Yeah. Just made it.
Lucas: Hey, I'll help myself. I thought since this was Olivia's first shoot for "Sophisticate" I'd do a little coaching. Hey, should I come back in a few minutes?
Jake: No, we were just ironing some details out on another job.
Lucas: Sorry I interrupted.
Jake: That's all right; we're already finished.
Sharlene: Was there something you wanted?
Nurse: Dr. Benson wanted me to check the set up.
Nurse: Make sure everything is in place for the procedure.
Sharlene: Yeah, well, you could get me a blanket.
Nurse: A blanket?
Sharlene: Yes, a blanket. It's freezing in here.
Nurse: Well, there's probably one over here in the closet.
Sharlene: No, no. There's not one in the closet. I checked the closet already.
Sharlene: Now, would you please go get me a blanket before I freeze to death?
Nurse: I hate working this floor.
John: Taylor? Hold up.
Sharlene: John. How's my patient?
John: She's a little anxious.
Taylor: Is she waiting for me?
John: Yeah. Listen, I--I told her that I would stay with her until you had administered the sodium amytal.
Taylor: All right, but then I think you should leave us both alone.
John: Oh, certainly. Of course, I understand. I want you to be straightforward with me. What do you think you're gonna find?
Taylor: John, at this point all I can say is that I suspect Sharlene is suffering from some sort of personality disorder.
John: Like what?
Taylor: Well, I can't be any more specific until I know more. Are you ok?
John: I'm trying to be.
Taylor: I'm sorry, you asked me to be straight with you.
John: Yes, I did, and I appreciate your candor. Thank you.
Taylor: John, the sodium amytal will either confirm that or rule it out.
Sharlene: Dammit. Dammit, now I gotta start all over again. Come on, baby, you don't have much time--you don't have time.
Taylor: That would account for her compulsions, but at this point it's still all speculation.
John: I see. But is it treatable?
Taylor: Let's take this one step at a time.
Taylor: John, there's no reason to think the worst.
John: I don't, really. I don't.
Taylor: We'll talk again after I see how she responds to the sodium amytal.
Taylor: Let's not keep Sharlene waiting.
Sharlene: Dr. Benson, hello.
Taylor: Hi, Sharlene.
Sharlene: Hi. Well, that's--that was quick.
John: Yeah, listen, I tried to call Josie but her line was busy so I didn't get through.
Sharlene: Oh, well, that's ok. I'll try her later.
Taylor: Are you ready, Sharlene?
Sharlene: Yeah, I suppose.
Rachel: So you're taking a stab at your accounts, are you? I hope you can figure out my system.
Ken: Oh, yeah, it's--it's fine.
Rachel: You know, you really ought to get a computer. That might help you since I'm not going to be here.
Ken: I--I don't think a computer would help.
Rachel: Well, I got to go up and get my--
Ken: Rachel, before you do, I need to make sure that you understand something. The other day we were talking about how I resented Mac for what happened down in Central America, and you said I probably hated you, too.
Ken: I--I didn't hate you. I never hated you. On the contrary, I...
Ken: I--I--I admire you.
Rachel: Is that a compliment?
Ken: Just when I think I got you figured out, I find I don't.
Rachel: Yes, well, the feeling's mutual.
Ken: I--I--I think you're a very intriguing woman. It's no mystery to see why Mac loved you so much.
Rachel: We loved each other.
Ken: I know.
Rachel: I don't think you do really understand what it is we shared.
Ken: Ok, maybe I don't. Maybe nobody does. But--but I've got some feelings for you, too, and they're... not hate.
Rachel: Good. I wouldn't want you as an enemy.
Ken: I--I--I hope that we can--that you will think of me as a friend even if this is good-bye.
Rachel: Well, who said anything about good-bye?
Ken: Isn't it?
Rachel: Well, no, I'll keep in touch.
Ken: Oh, here I was all set to miss you.
Rachel: Well, you needn't. I just need some space and I need to be with my family right now, but I will come by and see how you're doing
ken: Great. It won't be the same.
Rachel: No. No, it isn't the same.
Ann: And besides, the Walburtons are good friends of your father's. Next--oh, the Darcourts. Darling, for obvious financial reasons you really need to spend a little bit of time with them. Ask him about his tennis game. Uh, next, Bernard and Celeste Wyeth. I always want to call them Barbar and Celeste--he's so huge. Well, she's about 20 years younger. I'll--don't worry I'll point them out when they get here.
Grant: Fine, fine.
Ann: I wonder what she'll think about this place. She's so stuffy.
Grant: Oh, who cares?
Ann: I do. And you should, too. Couldn't Ted have found a better spot?
Grant: Hey listen, I picked out this place. I happen to like the atmosphere.
Ann: Well, it has a little too much, if you ask me.
Grant: Hey look, the fundraiser is not until tonight. Please let's not talk about it now.
Ann: All right, darling, we'll drop it. See? It's dropped. Would you like me to order some lunch? Grant?
Grant: No I'm--I'm not hungry.
Ann: What is bothering you today? Oh, dear. You still haven't forgiven me for leaking the news of our engagement to that supermarket rag. Believe me, darling, I never would have done it if your father hadn't have given me his permission. He thought it was time for an announcement.
Grant: Ann, it's not that.
Ann: I really didn't mean to upset you.
Grant: Look, I'm not ready. Please don't pressure me.
Ann: Well, we've waited so long already.
Grant: But the timing is wrong--it's all wrong.
Ann: Grant, you sound so serious. Oh, this is because of all those tests they're putting you through at the hospital, isn't it?
Grant: Look, it has nothing to do with my condition. It has everything to do with my life.
Ann: Well, how can you separate the two?
Grant: Look, Ann, I just--I'm making changes; it's as simple as that.
Ann: I don't like the sound of that. What kind of change? And if it isn't your heath, what brought this on?
Taylor: That wasn't so bad, was it, Sharlene?
Sharlene: Mm-mm. John?
John: Sure. I got to get going. Have a good session.
Taylor: We'll see you in about an hour.
John: All right.
Taylor: All right, Sharlene, we can begin. Are you comfortable?
Sharlene: Mm-hmm. All right, then I want you to talk to me. Can you do that?
Taylor: Good. Are you still frightened?
Sharlene: No. No, I'm not frightened anymore.
Taylor: Then I'm going to ask you some questions. Will that bother you?
Sharlene: No, it won't bother me. I'm ready.
Taylor: Good. Now, let's begin. I want you to try to remember the time immediately before your wedding. I'd like to start with your actions that night. Do you remember that night?
Sharlene: Yes. Josie wasn't going to be at the rehearsal. I went to find her.
Taylor: That's right. She was with Lucas.
Sharlene: Yes. I found them. He was alone with her.
Taylor: And what happened? What did you do when you saw Lucas with your daughter?
Lucas: Ok, thank you for trying. That's great. That's just great.
Josie: Hi, Lucas.
Lucas: Hi, Josie.
Josie: I decided to drop by and wish Olivia luck for her first shoot. Seems you're pretty laid back in here. How's it going?
Lucas: So far, it's not going at all.
Josie: Why? What do you mean?
Lucas: Because Olivia is a no show. She was supposed to be here a half hour ago.
Josie: She's late?
Lucas: Yes, very. Have you seen her?
Josie: No. I just--I can't believe she'd be so casual about this. Didn't she call?
Lucas: No, and when I called her, you know, the operator said the phone is off the hook.
Josie: Oh, she's always doing that. It drives me crazy.
Lucas: Yeah, well, the clock is running and the meter is running on the studio and its personnel.
Josie: Oh, it's pretty unprofessional to make yourself so unavailable like this.
Lucas: Yeah, well, this is costing us a fortune--this overtime.
Jake: Any luck, guys?
Lucas: No, I can't get through to her.
Josie: Well, maybe I should go by the apartment and see if she's all right.
Jake: We are running into a serious time problem.
Donna: We have another shoot scheduled after this.
Jake: 3 hours. Maybe--listen we can probably push it off, all right?
Donna: No, I don't want to do that. Why should we hold up our other clients because Olivia is irresponsible? Why can't Josie do it?
Lucas: That's one solution.
Jake: We should be shooting right now, Lucas.
Lucas: What do you say? You want to stand in for your sister?
Josie: Well, I don't know. I mean, isn't this supposed to be for a dancer? Are you sure I'd be right?
Lucas: You'll be fine. Plus we don't have a lot of choice right now. What do you say?
Josie: Well, I guess so. If you want me to, Lucas, I will.
Lucas: Well, good. Why don't you go in the back and put on the costume--and hustle, ok? 'Cause we have to get rolling here.
Josie: I'll hurry.
Jake: Let's rock and roll. We're on, guys. Let's go.
John: Hi, how did it go?
Taylor: Very well. She's fine, but I think you should let her rest for a moment before you join her.
John: Did you learn anything new?
Taylor: Well, let me start at the beginning.
John: Did you find out anything about the night of our wedding rehearsal?
Taylor: Well, she seemed to remember a lot more about the incident.
John: Did she tell you where she was all night?
Taylor: She got in her car and she drove around for hours with no sense of time or direction. She felt overwhelmed.
John: By what?
Taylor: Feelings of inadequacy and gut. She was terribly afraid that you would decide she wasn't good enough.
John: I thought it would probably get back to that.
Taylor: And having Lucas around Josie all the time, it doesn't help it. He's a constant reminder of when she turned to prostitution. She feels she always has to defend against it to prove she's changed.
John: Even to me?
Taylor: Especially to you.
John: But why?
Taylor: She's afraid she'll lose you.
John: I love her. I'm married to her. I'm not about to leave her.
Taylor: Well, it didn't stop Russ, or even Floyd.
John: Floyd didn't leave her.
Taylor: There's a part of her that looks at his death as a desertion. Don't expect this to be logical.
John: Taylor, do you think that being married is a strain for her?
Taylor: Well, maybe. She's very vulnerable. Maybe even a bit paranoid. And from what you say, her behavior has certainly changed.
John: There's no doubt about that.
Taylor: But she seems to be somewhat aware of it--not completely, but it's a start.
John: You think she can work through this?
Taylor: I do, with therapy. If she could come to terms with her feelings of shame, low self-esteem, and allow herself to feel worthy.
John: That' s all I want for her.
Taylor: It will take time and patience.
John: I've got plenty.
Taylor: The good news is I think what we're looking at is a neurosis, eminently treatable and nothing more serious.
Sharlene: She bought the whole act... hook, line... and sink. [Snickers] You did it again, girl. [Laughs]
Rachel: Well, I've got everything.
Ken: You're like me, you travel light.
Rachel: Yeah, I'm gonna take it to the car.
Ken: Want any help?
Rachel: No, I can manage.
Ken: You always seem to.
Rachel: Before I go, I just want to say that in spite of all of our differences of opinion, I don't regret meeting you.
Ken: I'm surprised. I feel like I have made every possible mistake with you.
Rachel: You have made some. But you also reminded me that life can be full of new experiences, the unexpected.
Ken: My specialty.
Rachel: Well, I appreciate it. I had really fallen into quite a routine after Mac's death, and I needed to be reminded of that. So I'm grateful.
Ken: I--I can't take credit for that, Rachel.
Rachel: Well, you can accept my thanks.
Ken: But it doesn't outweigh the fact that I kept so much from you for so long. Hell, I lied to you over and over again deliberately.
Rachel: Yes, you did.
Ken: And you--you wouldn't even know who I was if you hadn't taken it upon yourself to go down to Central America and dig up my history with Mac.
Rachel: Does that mean you never would have told me?
Ken: Probably not.
Rachel: I see.
Ken: Hey, wait a minute. Hold it. I... I... I--I really wish I had done things differently.
Rachel: Yeah, so do I.
Grant: I don't care who the lobbyist is. Look, Ted, please just tell him to put it in writing, and I don't want any more meetings with these bozos, all right? And please don't call me here again. [Sighs] Everybody wants a piece of me.
Ann: Darling, what's wrong? This isn't like you.
Grant: Oh, of course it is. You just haven't been around this part of me very often, that's all.
Ann: You're usually not under this much pressure.
Grant: That's true.
Ann: All right, before Ted called, you wanted to tell me something. You said you wanted to make some changes in your life.
Grant: Not some, a lot.
Ann: Have you decided to run for the Senate? I--I will stand by you if that's what you want.
Grant: I know. I know you would.
Ann: Even though I don't think it's the best thing for you.
Grant: Neither do I, believe me.
Ann: You see, your father feels the Senate would be a waste of time, and I agree with him. Grant, you have enough support to run for president.
Grant: So what?
Ann: So don't get cold feet now.
Grant: Ann, you are missing the point.
Ann: Which is?
Grant: That I'm tired of all of this.
Ann: Darling, that feeling will pass as soon as you feel better.
Grant: No, it won't. I mean, I have no life of my own anymore.
Ann: But of course you do.
Grant: I don't, and I haven't for a long time. And I--and I don't like it. And what I don't like, I change.
Ann: But this is what we have planned and worked so hard for. You are so close now.
Grant: Ann, I just can't keep doing what everybody else expects--even you.
Grant: I'm changing. That's it, Ann, I'm changing.
Ann: Are your feelings towards me changing, too?
Ann: Oh, thank goodness.
Grant: My feelings haven't changed for you, Ann, but they're not enough, and I guess they never have been.
Ann: Grant, you are--are obviously going through a very rough time right now.
Grant: Look, Ann, I don't want to hurt you, but I have to tell you this. I'm breaking our engagement.
Sharlene: I'm ready.
John: How are you feeling?
Sharlene: I'm a little woozy. Dr. Benson told me she thinks we made some real progress, and I'm going to beat this thing. I think that's terrific.
John: That's great. I'm so happy you're going to be able to start talking about what's bothering you.
Sharlene: I'm starting to, John. It's hard.
John: It'll get easier. I'm going to help you through this.
Sharlene: Thanks, but--but I think most of this is up to me.
John: I love you, Sharlene. I want you to trust that. Don't hold back.
Sharlene: Ok. Can we get going now? I'd like to leave.
John: Where are you going? You don't have to work?
Sharlene: No, I don't, but gosh I'm tired. I want to go straight home. In case you've forgotten, hospitals are not my favorite place, doctor.
John: No, I hadn't forgotten. As a matter of fact, I've already called a cab for you. And as incredible as it may sound, I am going to join you at home tonight.
Sharlene: That's hours from now.
John: I'll make the wait worthwhile.
Sharlene: Sounds promising.
John: I'm glad this worked out.
Sharlene: Me, too. See you.
John: See you at home.
John: [Sighs] Yeah--yeah, this is Dr. Hudson. I'd like to speak to someone in scheduling, please.
Sharlene: Never know when a little truth serum might come in handy.
Lucas: Ok, that's great. Josie, a little--excuse me. Move--move, back. Move your head back. Put your head back. That's it. Put those shoulders back. You look great. Yeah, put your shoulder back.
Jake: There you go.
Lucas: That's great--
Olivia: You witch!
Olivia: You jealous, spiteful little brat! You set me up!
Lucas: Olivia, what are you trying to pull?
Olivia: Why don't you ask your precious Josie?
Josie: Me? Why me?
Olivia: Oh, that's right, put on your innocent act.
Lucas: Olivia, I want to know why you're late and why you're acting like a lunatic.
Olivia: Thanks to Josie, I was oversleeping.
Lucas: That's her fault?
Olivia: Let me finish. I told Josie I was going to take a nap. She was in the apartment when I set the alarm. But guess what? The alarm never went off because Josie turned it off.
Josie: You're overacting. You probably turned it off yourself in your sleep.
Olivia: No way. It was you. Just like you took the phone off the hook so you could snatch this job away from me.
Josie: Don't blame me, Olivia. You blew this all on your own, so why don't you just admit it?
Donna: Olivia, Olivia, I think you're jumping to conclusions.
Josie: I do, too, and it's really pathetic.
Jake: Will everybody just calm down for a minute?
Josie: Everything that goes wrong in your life is not my fault.
Olivia: Oh, really? Who took the phone off the hook? That's one of your favorite tricks.
Lucas: What about the phone?
Olivia: She's been taking it off the hook ever since that weird fan called--and don't deny it.
Josie: Well, maybe I did take the phone off the hook, but only because I knew you needed your rest.
Olivia: Oh, sure, you were only concerned about me. Is that why you came charging over here in full make up?
Josie: I came to wish you luck.
Olivia: You could have done that at the apartment.
Lucas: Hold it--hold it. I thought you said you hadn't seen Olivia?
Josie: I hadn't in a while.
Donna: Well, it does seem a coincidence that you arrived here when you did.
Jake: Yeah, Josie, almost like it was planned.
Josie: Well, it just happened that way.
Lucas: Yeah, well I--I wonder. I wonder. Why were you so sure that Olivia wasn't gonna show up? Where were you before--before you got here?
Josie: I--I was with Matt.
Jake: Josie, Matt called here just a couple of minutes before you showed up looking for you.
Donna: That's right. I answered the phone.
Josie: Well, I was with him earlier.
Lucas: Oh, really? Was that before or after you took the phone off the hook? Come on, Josie, I want to know what happened.
Josie: I told you.
Olivia: She's still lying.
Lucas: Now! I want the truth.
Josie: All right--all right. I--I took your alarm off. I did it. I admit it.
Josie: I don't know. I--I don't know. I just--just you seemed so calm, so sure of yourself. Snoozing right before a big shoot. I didn't--I didn't mean anything by it.
Olivia: How can you say that?
Josie: I'm sorry.
Lucas: Look, I want to talk to Josie alone. Come on. [Sighs] Can we still get this thing?
Jake: Yeah, maybe if we hustle. But listen, I'd reschedule. You know? We'll do what we can do. Girl's got a lot of problems. You ok?
Olivia: Yeah, I guess.
Jake: Come here. Why don't you go in the back and take a look at the clothes for the re-shoot, huh?
Jake: Ok. Smile.
Jake: All right.
Donna: It won't work, Jake.
Josie: It wasn't like that. I--I didn't plot it out. It just happened.
Lucas: Josie, I know you. Don't insult me by lying.
Josie: I--I, um--I haven't been thinking clearly since that fan thing happened. I--I know this isn't me. I would never do something so mean.
Lucas: You cost us a lot of money today, you know.
Josie: Lucas, I know I made a big mistake. But I--I promise you, I've learned my lesson.
Lucas: Well, I hope so, because being in the spotlight, you're gonna have to deal with a lot more things than some fan who goes over the edge.
Josie: I'm trying.
Lucas: Look, you're very hot right now. Don't jeopardize it. Get a grip. Look, I want you to talk to your mother.
Josie: My mother? That's the last person I'd talk to.
Lucas: All right, well then talk to Matt. Because we have a lot--a lot invested in you right now, too much to risk.
Josie: You're really angry with me, aren't you?
Lucas: I'm very disappointed in you.
John: Sharlene? Sharlene? Her car's not outside.
Ann: You can't mean that.
Grant: Ann, I'm sorry, I can't marry you.
Ann: I know that our relationship hasn't been a traditional romance, Grant, but we had an understanding. I thought we had always wanted the same things.
Grant: Not anymore. Not anymore. I mean, it's--it's different. I mean, you feel it, too, don't you?
Ann: I can feel you pulling away from me, and I had hoped it was just this concern about your health.
Grant: No, it's a lot more than that.
Ann: Is there another woman?
Grant: Come on, we have enough problems without blaming others.
Ann: What problems are you talking about?
Grant: Ann, we're friends. It's never been more than that, at least not for me.
Ann: Well, I thought that I could love you enough for both of us. Are you sure there is not someone else?
Grant: Oh, come on, please let--let it go. Let that go.
Ann: When it was just the two of us, we could work our way through anything and now you want to give up.
Grant: Ann... I don't love you. You deserve to be loved and not wasted on somebody like me.
Ann: Well, I never felt I was wasting myself. You are making a huge mistake, Grant.
Grant: No, I finally feel like I'm rectifying one. I'm just sorry that I have to hurt you doing it.
Ann: You're hurting yourself. And I wonder how long it will take you to realize that.
Grant: I'm sorry it has to be this way.
Ann: I'll call you in a few days. Maybe by then you'll have come to your senses.
Grant: I am so glad you are here.
Sharlene: Are you?
Grant: Where have you been? I've been trying to call you for several days.
Sharlene: I'm not answering any questions. Especially any you might have.
Grant: Wait a minute. Sharly, wait, hold it--hold it. Why am I suddenly the bad guy?
Sharlene: Look, I am in no mood for games. I've had a hard day, and it's not getting any easier, ok?
Grant: Oh, come on, Sharly.
Sharlene: No, I mean it. Leave me alone.
Grant: But why the sudden turnaround?
Sharlene: Why didn't you tell me you were engaged?
Rachel: I was just thinking about you. Come on in.
Ken: Thanks. This isn't what it appears.
Rachel: It's all right. You want to talk?
Ken: Oh, yes, I'd love to, but that's not why I'm here.
Ken: No, I didn't come to see you. I--I came to pick up Vicky.
John: Hi, Taylor, come on in. What brings you out this way?
Taylor: Well, actually I don't live too far from here.
Taylor: I have a place just the other side of the Davies' farm. So I thought I'd stop by and make sure there were no problems after the medication wore off. Sometimes there's some slight depression.
John: Well, Sharlene's not here.
Taylor: Oh. Well, then evidently she's doing fine.
John: Would you like to wait? Do you want a cup of coffee or something?
Taylor: No, I don't think so. I'll see her in my office in a few days.
John: I can't tell you how happy I am that she's in therapy.
Taylor: Well, I think maybe two sessions a week would be a good idea.
John: Whatever it takes. You know, when we talked earlier you said that you thought Sharlene might have some type of personality disorder.
Taylor: Yes, because there was a lot of early trauma. Floyd's death, her use of prostitution, both as a means of survival and an escape. It could easily have pushed her over the edge.
John: I know it happens.
Taylor: Fortunately not so in her case.
John: When I was in 'Nam I saw guys come up with very strange ways of dealing with things that they--they had seen or experienced.
Taylor: Well, Sharlene has learned to handle it somehow, and what I need to find out is how. But you know, John, I think her love for you has really helped her to cope very well. So keep giving her the support she needs. You're both gonna get through this.
John: Don't worry. I've waited a long time to find Sharlene. I'm not gonna let anything come between us now.
Sharlene: It's the same old story, congressman. You think you're the first man who ever lied to a woman? Were you just hoping that I wouldn't find out?
Sharlene: What was I? Was I the final fling before you and your bride tied the knot?
Grant: I am not getting married.
Sharlene: I'm through being your patsy. I saw the article and so did the rest of America.
Grant: But it's not true.
Sharlene: What do you mean?
Grant: It's all publicity.
Sharlene: What do you mean publicity?
Grant: It was a plan just to get my name in the paper.
Sharlene: What about your fiancée? Ann--what's her face.
Grant: I just had a talk with her. I just told her that we absolutely are not getting married--that there is no wedding.
Grant: No. You can count on it. I am as free as you are. Now what do you want to do with that information?
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