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Another World Transcript Monday 4/10/06

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Waiter: Hey, [Indistinct] Something while you wait?

Sharlene: Yeah, I would really like a beer--no, no, wait a second. Uh--what would you suggest?

Waiter: Well, a lot of people these days are ordering kirs.

Sharlene: Oh, yeah, fancy people?

Waiter: Yes, ma'am. It's very "in."

Sharlene: Then that is what I'd like.

Grant: Hi, Eric, how are you? Hi, hi, how are you? Did I keep you waiting long?

Sharlene: Not very.

Grant: Hmm?

Sharlene: Not very.

Grant: I got a little hung up on traffic.

Sharlene: Oh, yeah?

Grant: Yeah.

Sharlene: You look so good.

Grant: So do you.

John: And Sharlene was telling you about this mystery novel?

Ronnie: Yeah, it's about a spy I think, or an undercover agent, something like that.

John: And the character switches sodium amytal with a sterile saline solution?

Ronnie: Yeah. A little farfetched, but mm-hmm.

John: When was this?

Ronnie: What?

John: That you had the conversation with Sharlene.

Ronnie: Oh, about a couple of weeks ago.

John: Dr. Benson administered sodium amytal to Sharlene a couple of weeks ago.

Ronnie: I didn't realize it. I mean I knew she was seeing Dr. Benson, but...

John: Ronnie, do you know if you had your conversation with Sharlene before or after her appointment with Dr. Benson?

Vicky: Hi.

Amanda: What are you doing in my office?

Vicky: Sitting.

Amanda: Would you please leave? I am really not in the mood for one of your games, all right?

Vicky: Oh, this isn't a game; this is business.

Amanda: Maybe you need plainer language? Get out.

Vicky: Now why would I do that when you are going to re-hire me?

Amanda: I am what?

Vicky: In fact, you are going to be hiring me right this moment.

Amanda: I would sooner swallow rat poison.

Iris: We are just having a drink before we go back to the office. Do you have a table?

Felicia: Yeah, why don't you take that one? Rachel, could I see you for a minute?

Rachel: What's up?

Felicia: [Murmuring indistinctly]

[Normal voice] I know you are having some trouble.

Rachel: Where is he?

Felicia: Out on the terrace.

Rachel: Thank you. Would you excuse us, please?

Evan: Rachel, what's up?

Rachel: Well, you are about to find out.

Evan: Ok. I can't wait, let's talk.

Rachel: I went out of my way for you, Evan, when you told me that you were Janice's son.

Evan: Yes, you did.

Rachel: And this is the way you repay me? By stealing from my company, by trying to destroy my daughter's marriage?

Evan: That's not true.

Rachel: First you lure her into an affair, and then you loot my company?

Evan: Oh, I love that--I lured Amanda.

Rachel: She was vulnerable, Evan.

Evan: Get a grip, Rachel.

Rachel: Her father had just died. Her brother was going through a rough divorce--

Evan: Oh, I see, so the divorce was my fault?

Rachel: And you just happened to be right there offering your hand, or is that it?

Evan: You better believe it. Boy, you Corys never get the blame for anything, do you?

Rachel: We are talking about you, Evan.

Evan: Well, I am talking about Amanda. She is an adult and she made an adult choice.

Rachel: She is a very young adult.

Evan: Well, that young adult just happens to be in love with me.

Rachel: Oh, yes, is that why she is with Sam right now?

Evan: I don't know. But if I can help it, it won't be for long.

Rachel: You listen to me. The only reason you are not in jail right now is because Amanda didn't want to see that happen.

Evan: That doesn't give you any clue how she feels towards me?

Rachel: I don't want to see you within a mile of anybody in my family or my company. Is that clear?

Evan: No. Because I am not the one hurting Amanda-Sam is.

Rachel: Please.

Evan: Come on, he is the evil one. And he is more dangerous than anybody realized because he hasn't forgiven her for what she has done.

Rachel: And whose fault is that, Evan? I am telling you, you stay away from my family. You stay away from my company.

Evan: Yeah, it takes two, Rachel.

Rachel: Excuse me. Hi, Lucas.

Lucas: Rachel?

Iris: What was all that about?

Stacey: Lucas?

Lucas: Yeah.

Stacey: Excuse me. Hi Rachel, Iris, I need to speak to you.

Lucas: Sure.

Stacey: It will only take a minute, I am sorry about this.

Lucas: Excuse me.

Stacey: I have got bad news.

Lucas: Bad news?

Stacey: Yes, I heard from the District Attorney.

Lucas: Well, what is it?

Vicky: I see no reason to get emotional about this.

Amanda: The day that I re-hire you--

Vicky: ...Is today.

Amanda: You are insane.

Vicky: You wish.

Amanda: Why would I ever in a million years even consider doing that?

Vicky: I don't think you get the full picture here. I am not going to be one of your underlings anymore.

Amanda: Oh.

Vicky: Things have changed.

Amanda: What things?

Vicky: You are in no position to give me orders. So I am not going to take them.

Amanda: Oh, I see. And what would ever possess me not only to re-hire you, but to give you a promotion?

Vicky: You know all that business that happened with Evan stealing all that money? Someone much higher up in the company was involved.

Amanda: It's not--

Vicky: And we both know who it was.

Amanda: The money was misplaced. It was a computer error.

Vicky: And I am Joan of Arc.

Amanda: Am I going to have to call security to--

Vicky: Amanda, you and Evan were in it up to your briefcases. And I am a great one for sharing that kind of information.

Amanda: You are a great one for spreading vicious gossip.

Vicky: As I said, always lead with your strong suit.

Amanda: Is that supposed to mean something?

Vicky: I have decided to write a gossip column for "Sophisticate."

Amanda: Darling, if you ever read the magazine that you worked for, you would know that we don't have a gossip column.

Vicky: Well, the last time I attended a couple of the editorial meetings, we talked about having one I think, but it was called, um, the "What's happening" column.

Amanda: Still--

Vicky: I have decided I would be perfect.

Amanda: You probably would be. But I am not going to hire you.

Vicky: See, I knew you would say something like that. So I decided that if you wouldn't let me write the column, I would be more than willing to go to one of the competition and tell them all the gossip I know about Cory Publishing.

Amanda: So, you are blackmailing me?

Vicky: I am opening the door of opportunity--what do you say?

Sam: Hi honey, got a minute?

Amanda: Yes, I think I do.

Sam: Hello, Vicky. Sorry to interrupt.

Vicky: No problem, Sam.

Sam: I have got a surprise for you.

Amanda: Well, you know I love surprises.

Sam: Yeah, you just can't say no.

Amanda: That's right, especially not to you.

Sam: Listen, I am going to need you for a few hours, though. Is that all right?

Amanda: Fine, fine. You've got me.

Sam: Great.

Amanda: I am yours all afternoon. Where we going?

Sam: We'll walk. Wait till you see what I have done.

Amanda: I can't wait. Bye, Vicky.

Vicky: Strange--very strange. And nauseating. Uh.

John: Do you remember?

Ronnie: Well, I get off duty at 3:30.

John: Sharlene's appointment with Dr. Benson was at 4.

Ronnie: It would have to have been before she saw the doctor, does that help?

John: Yeah--yeah, it does. Thanks.

Ronnie: Look, I need to go and relieve Julie, it's time for her break. But--is Sharlene going to be ok?

John: Oh yeah, yeah. She will be fine. I am just trying to figure something out, that's all.

Ronnie: Ok. You take it easy, John.

John: Thank you. You too.

Ronnie: Oh, hi, Dr. Benson.

Taylor: Hi Ronnie, how are you?

Ronnie: I am fine, thanks. You?

Taylor: Great.

Ronnie: Oh, good.

Taylor: Hello, John. Is something wrong?

John: I don't know.

Taylor: Is it Sharlene?

John: When she came to see you a couple of weeks ago, the day that you administered the sodium amytal, she was talking to Ronnie about a book that she was supposedly reading.

Taylor: Supposedly?

John: A mystery novel. Except Sharlene never reads mystery novels.

Taylor: Oh, I see.

John: In this book, the main character, Switter switched amytal with a sterile saline solution and fools the doctors.

Taylor: And you think she was lying to Ronnie?

John: Maybe.

Taylor: And maybe she was just anxious about the sodium amytal. And this was her way, this telling about the novel was her way of distancing herself from the whole thing.

John: Taylor, how can you be sure that Sharlene was actually responding to sodium amytal?

Taylor: John...look, we said we'd talk straight with each other. And I think you are becoming too involved in Sharlene's therapy.

John: But she had every opportunity to do exactly what was stated in the book.

Taylor: I know you love her.

John: Yes, of course I love her. And when you love someone as--

[Buzzer] ...Much as I love her there is no such thing as becoming too involved.

Taylor: Yes, there is--if it starts to cloud your judgment. Dr. Benson? Excuse yes--yes, he is here. It is a Dr. Lamar from Oklahoma.

John: He's Sharlene's doctor when she was hospitalized before. Maybe now we will learn something. Hello, Dr. Lamar? Yes, yes, thank you for calling.

John: Yes. All right. Well, thank you, Dr. Lamar. I appreciate your calling.

Taylor: What's the word?

John: She was hospitalized for a short period of time.

Ronnie: Voluntary or involuntary?

John: Involuntary. Her sister Emma was complaining about severe mood swings and erratic behavior.

Taylor: Essentially what she is experiencing now.

John: So they treated her and then released her after a short while, again at Emma's insistence.

Taylor: Diagnosis?

John: Preliminary diagnosis, mood disorder.

Taylor: Oh. Well, everything fits. She is experiencing mood swings now. Compulsions to buy, outbursts of temper. Complaints about living in a rut. It's obviously--it's a recurrence.

John: Would you label her as a manic depressive?

Taylor: I wouldn't.

John: Then what is wrong with her?

Taylor: Look, I hesitate to put a label on it until I see her. John, this is a process. Now, eventually I may try some mood-stabilizing medication, but right now try and step back. Let me handle this.

Sharlene: Oh.

Grant: Are you sure that you ordered that drink?

Sharlene: Oh yes, this is called a kir.

Grant: Yeah, I know what it is called. Kind of a sissy drink, isn't it? [Laughter] Waiter, excuse me. Bring the lady a beer, would you please? Thanks.

Sharlene: I wanted to drink something you like.

Grant: And have you ever seen me drink a kir?

Sharlene: I have never seen you drink anything.

Grant: Well, I can't, actually. Not while I am taking my medication.

Sharlene: And how much longer are you going to have to do that?

Grant: How much longer are you going to keep asking me questions?

Sharlene: You want me to shut up?

Grant: No. I just want you to stop wondering about me, and let me think about how beautiful you are.

Sharlene: But the people you hang around with, now those people, they would drink something like this, wouldn't they?

Grant: Oh, yeah. They would drink probably whatever is written up in the latest magazine, and usually just a little too much of it.

Sharlene: See, 'cause I don't want you to think that I am-I am not--that--that I am not able to be like that.

Grant: Look, why don't you just drink whatever you like?

Sharlene: You know, I was reading up on the federal reserve board.

Grant: Mm?

Sharlene: Mm-hmm.

Grant: Yeah, I know a couple of guys who love to see themselves quoted.

Sharlene: Well, but all the problems we're having with--with interest rates, it's, well, it's so...

Grant: Boring, real boring.

Sharlene: Yeah, but what do you think is right, high rates or low rates?

Grant: Well, I think the main thing is to keep the rates at a level consistent with the anti- inflationary policy. Not so high that it will--that it will dampen the growth, but...

Sharlene: Right. Me too.

Grant: You know something, Sharlene, I hate talking about stuff like this.

Sharlene: Oh, I am sorry.

Grant: Don't be sorry.

Sharlene: Well, what do you want to talk about?

Grant: I want to talk about you and me.

Sharlene: Really.

Grant: Mm-hmm, really.

Sharlene: Just anything about you and me?

Grant: Well, about last night, you said you had something to do. Did you do it?

Sharlene: Yeah, I did.

Grant: Good. Because you have absolutely changed my whole life. You know that?

Vicky: Hilda? Hi, it's Vicky. Yeah, can you do me a favor and tell Jamie that I am on my way over to see Steven? Oh, he went to the park with Ada? And Jamie is at dinner at Tops...with Paulina. Oh, yeah. No. Ok. Thanks very much.

Evan: Amanda, don't call security--I know I shouldn't be here. I probably care more than I should.

Vicky: Oh honey, you care way too much.

Evan: What are you doing here?

Vicky: I don't answer to you. And don't worry about security; I could throw you out myself if I wanted to.

Lucas: What new information?

Stacey: Lucas, I told you to be straight with me from the beginning.

Lucas: I am.

Stacey: Well, according to this new information, it's got you having contacts with well-known crime figures after your testimony in Washington.

Lucas: Oh, that's great. That's just great. That's just what I need.

Stacey: Well, is it true?

Lucas: What?

Stacey: Don't play dumb with me, Lucas!

Lucas: This--this new information, where did the D.A. get it?

Stacey: What does that matter?

Lucas: Is he leaking it to the press?

Stacey: No, I don't think so. But obviously, Congressman Harrison is going to find out about this.

Lucas: Probably should have neutralized that guy in the beginning.

Stacey: What exactly do you mean by that?

Lucas: Look, he has been nothing but trouble.

Stacey: Answer my question.

Lucas: His father is trying to give him a free ride to the White House--but over my dead body.

Stacey: I thought I made this clear before--but if you didn't hear me then listen up. Because if you lie to me, or you go behind my back, or anything happens to Congressman Harrison, so help me, I'll drop you so fast you won't know what hit you. Is that clear?

Lucas: Yes, that's clear.

Stacey: I am not going to represent someone who is involved in criminal activity.

Lucas: Will you give me a break?

Stacey: No! You give me a break, because if you think that I can cut you a deal--well, you could forget it, if you are still palling around with people in the cartel.

Lucas: I am not.

[Slams fist] I am not.

Felicia: Look, I am sorry.

Lucas: I want you to mind your own business.

Felicia: I'm only trying to help.

Lucas: Stay out of it. Why don't you trust me? I need for you to trust me.

Stacey: Oh, yeah, right. Trust you, where have I heard that before?

Lucas: Only reason I am talking to the cartel is to make sure that our business is finished for good.

Stacey: Yeah, well how can I believe that when you talk about "taking care of people"?

Lucas: That is exactly what I am going to do. I am going to find out where Harrison is vulnerable and I am going to hit him. But I promise you it's going to be perfectly legal.

Sam: Keep your eyes closed.

Amanda: Ok. Sam?

Sam: Easy. Just keep them closed, ok?

Amanda: Ok, I am.

Sam: All right. Now, open them.

Amanda: Wha--wow, it is going to be gorgeous.

Sam: Well, it better. And I did bring the clothes over, too.

Amanda: We're moving back in?

Sam: Yeah, sure we are.

Amanda: Oh Sam, that's great.

Sam: Oh, good. I take it you are happy.

Amanda: Yes.

Sam: Well, I figured if we were going to start over again we had to do something concrete.

Amanda: What about Alli?

Sam: Alli can't come here until we paint the place and then air it out, you know.

Amanda: Oh, right. Right.

Sam: So, like I said, if we are going to start over again, I figured we had to do something concrete.

Amanda: Say that again. About starting over.

Sam: Look, Amanda you hurt me, all right? Um...but the reason it hurt so much was because I love you so much.

Amanda: Sam...

Sam: So, look, if you--if you still want me--

Amanda: I do!

Sam: Then I am going to do everything I can to make sure that, you know, that you never leave me again. And that we start being a family.

Amanda: I know we were really smothered at my mother's place.

Sam: Yeah. There were just too many people there.

Amanda: I know, it's weird. But all of a sudden this little place has all the room in the world.

Sam: For just us.

Amanda: And Alli. Just like it used to be.

Sam: Exactly. Except for the fact that we are going to have some wild wallpaper.

Amanda: [Laughs] It's beautiful.

Sam: You like it?

Amanda: Yes.

Sam: Good. I am out of here.

Amanda: What?

Sam: Got to go out order the paper.

Amanda: Right, ok.

Sam: It's going to work, I know.

Amanda: I know it, too.

Sam: See you.

Amanda: Bye. I love you.

Sam: Yeah.

[Door closes]

Vicky: You kept saying you had nothing to do with this.

Evan: Well, I didn't want you involved.

Vicky: Oh, and I could see why, trying to steal a couple of mil from Cory Publishing. Talk about dumb!

Evan: Shh! Vicky, keep your voice down.

Vicky: You know, I don't care what happens to you and your lady love, but you dragged me right into the middle of this.

Evan: I'm sorry about that.

Vicky: I almost got arrested as an accessory.

Evan: Did I know that they were going to think of you as a suspect?

Vicky: Suspect? Honey, they had my name printed on one of the uniforms for Leavenworth.

Evan: You weren't arrested, were you?

Vicky: You know, none of this would have happened if you had just been able to admit that Amanda was out of your life. Gone for good, good-bye--

Evan: Victoria, enough. Ok, I am sorry I dragged you into this mess, but you didn't get arrested. So just drop it.

Vicky: Drop it like Amanda dropped you?

Evan: Yeah, like that.

Vicky: Have you seen Sam and Amanda together lately?

Evan: No, I haven't.

Vicky: Oh, they are cooing and cahing all over each other.

Evan: What?

Vicky: They are at the loft right now, planning how wonderful and happy their new life is going to be.

Evan: Oh, that's a crock of--

Vicky: You have been wrong about Amanda a couple of times before. I would trust me on this one if I were you. She and Sam walked out of here arm in arm.

Evan: I don't care.

Vicky: Do you know I am the one who lost the most in all of this?

Evan: I wouldn't give yourself so much credit.

Vicky: Not only did you lead me on and then drop me the minute Amanda twiddled her little finger, but you almost got me killed. You know, actually, Amanda almost got me killed.

Evan: What are you saying?

Vicky: I let her drive me home the other night. It was a mistake.

Evan: Why?

Vicky: You pushed her too far, Evan. It was a good thing she dropped you.

Evan: You have something to tell me? What happened?

Vicky: You see, she thought Sam was following her. So she started driving like a maniac.

Evan: Because she thought Sam was following you?

Vicky: Yes.

Evan: But why was she running from Sam?

Vicky: She didn't know at that time that you had stolen all the money. She thought Sam had set you up. So she also thought that Sam was--

Evan: Sam was after her?

Vicky: Right.


Evan: She really thought Sam set me up, huh?

Vicky: Yes, but it's all over now. She doesn't want anything to do with you. She is getting on with her life with Sam. Hello? Oh, yeah, ok. Yeah, bye. My maid is having a crisis. I have got to go.

Evan: Good.

Vicky: And do me a favor--just sneak out of here the way you snuck in. I don't want to get anymore heat because of you.

Evan: You won't. Don't worry.

Vicky: Good.

Evan: And neither will Amanda.

[Phone rings]

Vicky: Hello? Hello?

Sharlene: Do you take me seriously?

Grant: I have never been more serious about anybody in my whole life.

Sharlene: Have I really changed your life?

[Grant chuckles] Really?

Grant: Absolutely.

Sharlene: How? What did I do?

Grant: You didn't do anything. Just by--just by you being you.

Sharlene: [Laughs] Come on, Grant...

Grant: No, no. And I--and you've allowed me to realize that I can be whoever I am, too. I mean, the wonderful thing about you is that you are always just--you are right there. I mean there is no, there's no pretense with you, there are no games, there are no lies. And with it all, you--you never changed your personality to fit whoever you are with.

Sharlene: Sometime I wish I could.

Grant: Why?

Sharlene: Because sometimes I feel--sometimes I feel out of place, you know? Sometimes I wish I could snap my fingers and have--have, you know, class.

Grant: You have that.

Sharlene: Oh, come on. Refined I ain't, elegant I ain't.

Grant: Look, if I wanted that, I--I would have stayed with Ann.

Sharlene: Oh, you say that now. But...

Grant: Did you like that kir? I mean, did you--do you like that skirt? Are you really interested in the interest rates? No, come on, just be you.

Sharlene: But I wanted to be able to fit into your world.

Grant: The hell with my world. I mean, come on, we'll create our own world.

Sharlene: Grant.

Grant: [Laughs] Why, I mean, you made me feel things that I've--that I have never felt before. See things in a whole different way. Why would I want to change that?

Sharlene: Gee, I don't know. Maybe you wouldn't.

Grant: No. Let's get out of here.

Sharlene: Where are we going to go?

Grant: My place.

Sharlene: Garcon.

Grant: Garcon.


Stacey: Lucas, just promise me that you are not going to do anything stupid that is going to screw us up. I have got a new angle that I am very hopeful about.

Lucas: Yeah, well, I am tired of waiting.

Stacey: It hasn't been that long.

Lucas: Not for you, maybe.

Felicia: You are--you are leaving so soon?

Iris: Yes. We have to get back to the office.

Felicia: You are not waiting for Luke?

Iris: Felicia, I don't have to hold his hand. Besides, he doesn't like being interrupted.

Felicia: Yeah. Of course.

Rachel: Sorry. You are all right?

Felicia: Oh, I am fine. I'll see you later.

Rachel: Ok.

Stacey: Felicia?

Felicia: Stacey.

Stacey: Hi. Listen, I--I wanted to apologize about Lucas.

Felicia: No, you don't. You don't need to apologize.

Stacey: No, he--he is very much unhappy right now.

Felicia: Stacey--

Stacey: I know he has got a lot on his mind, and I know he doesn't mean it. And I probably riled him up over there about--

Felicia: Honey.

Lucas: Fannie is right. I can speak for myself. Fannie...

Felicia: You had no right to talk to me like that. Really.

Lucas: I told you I don't want you involved with this.

Felicia: You know, I am so tired of people telling me who I should or shouldn't care about.

Lucas: It's not your fight.

Felicia: You are important to me. That makes it my fight.

[Knock at door]

Amanda: Who is it?

Man: It is the super.

Amanda: Get out.

Evan: Listen to me.

Amanda: I want you out.

Evan: 2 minutes. It's all I need.

Amanda: I am not going to listen to you tell me how I should come back to you.

Evan: That's not why I am here. Just listen to me.

Amanda: Sam is going to be back any minute. We are moving back in here. We are very busy. We are going to be happy again. So if you don't mind.

Evan: Wait a second. You are moving back in here?

Amanda: Yes. That's what I just said, isn't it?

Evan: Who made that decision?

Amanda: We both did. Anyway, it is none of your business.

Evan: Amanda, don't do this.

Amanda: Don't do what, live with my husband?

Evan: Don't move back in here and isolate yourself like this.

Amanda: Maybe we don't want a lot of people around.

Evan: Wait a second, did it ever occur to you that maybe Sam would like to get you alone here?

Amanda: Of course he would. I am his wife.

Evan: To pay you back.

Amanda: What?

Evan: For cheating on him. No man is just going to forgive and forget. Especially not Sam.

Amanda: Oh, this is ridiculous.

Evan: Tell me that you don't question Sam's mental stability.

Amanda: Of course not.

Evan: Then why did you almost crash the car the other night when you thought he was following you?

Amanda: Oh, I see you have been talking to Vicky.

Evan: It happened, didn't it?

Amanda: It was nothing. It was all in my mind. Sam wasn't anywhere near us. Would you please just get out?

Evan: Amanda, he has you right where he wants you: Isolated from your whole family. Think about it. You are making a very big mistake. Think about it.


[Phone rings]

Amanda: Hello?

Man: Yes, is Sam Fowler there, please?

Amanda: No, I am sorry he is not. Can I take a message?

Man: Yes, this is Central Mountain Sporting. Would you tell him that he left something here, and we would appreciate it if he could come back and pick it up before 5?

Amanda: Well, I know that he is planning on working at home tonight. This is his wife; can I pick it up?

Man: Certainly. We are 1700 East Freemont.

Amanda: 1700, great. I'll be there.

Man: Ok.

Amanda: Thanks.

Rachel: These circulation figures in Pittsburgh are way down. They have been down since we changed distributors.

Iris: Yes, I'll point that out to Mr. Kempler.

Rachel: Amanda should have been on this a month ago.

Iris: Well, she's been distracted, preoccupied, hasn't she? Well, now you are the one who is preoccupied.

Rachel: I just wish I knew whether this is what she really wanted.

Iris: You know that it is.

Rachel: No, I don't know that. I know it's what Mac wanted for her. I know that she wants to make Mac proud of her.

Iris: Oh, I think I understand that.

Rachel: No. It's different for her. She is taking on responsibility that's--normally would be given to someone twice her age.

Iris: Rachel, she is doing fine.

Rachel: Yes. She sped right on to the fast track. That's the problem. She is so visible. People are going to look at her and say, "well she did something wrong, you see. Mac wouldn't have done that."

Iris: Well, that's the price you pay for being the daughter of a great man, and less than perfect.

Rachel: Are her meetings in the building today, or what?

Iris: I am sorry. I don't know what her schedule is.

Rachel: All right. Well, then I am off.

Iris: Have you seen everything you want to see?

Rachel: For now.

Iris: Does that mean you are not coming back again tomorrow?

Rachel: Why?

Iris: Well, just curious. You seem to be taking an interest in the business again.

Rachel: I've always been interested in the business, Iris. Why shouldn't I be?

Iris: It just depends on how busy you are.

Rachel: No, it doesn't.

Iris: Does this mean that your relationship with Ken Jordan has fallen by the wayside?

Rachel: What does that have to do with anything?

Iris: For you, it would be busying yourself around here again.

Rachel: I am not busying myself with anything. And Ken Jordan is none of your concern.

Iris: Rachel, I am sorry. I didn't mean it like that. As a matter of fact, I have been worrying about you.

Rachel: Why?

Iris: Because you have been all alone since Daddy died.

Rachel: It hasn't even been a year, Iris.

Iris: I know that. God, I know it. As a matter of fact, I think it's terrific that you found, that you've got someone else in your life.

Rachel: Good.

Iris: Although what I have heard about Ken Jordan isn't exactly--

Rachel: Ken is his own man, Iris.

Iris: Mm-hmm. Is that good or bad?

Rachel: Do you like to be lectured about Lucas?

Iris: Mm-mm.

[Laughter] Sorry. It wasn't a lecture. I promise.

Rachel: I think I am just tired. I am tired of everybody telling me that Ken is trouble. If he is trouble I'll deal with him.

Iris: Rachel, I've got every confidence that you will.

Rachel: Good.

Iris: Rachel... I am sorry, I mean, I should know being engaged to Lucas.

Rachel: Yes, you should understand.

Iris: Of course. If anyone understands the pull of a man you are not too sure of, it's little old me. So, what is it?

Rachel: Amanda, I guess.

Iris: Sometimes I think I understand her better than you do.

Rachel: Oh, I doubt that.

Iris: Well, she idolized Daddy. So did I. And yet she married someone like Sam.

Rachel: What are you saying?

Iris: Well, Sam is so temperamental. Volatile.

Rachel: He also cares a lot. He's been very responsible. And he stood by her through a very difficult time.

Iris: I know that. But you were saying yourself that she's taken on all this extra responsibility.

Rachel: And?

Iris: And when she is choosing a man she seems to choose someone who appeals to the rebellious side of her nature. Heavens. Both of them are rebellious.

Rachel: I would tread very carefully if I were you.

Iris: Rachel, I am not judging her. I understand. But it's odd, isn't it?

Rachel: What?

Iris: Well, Daddy--he was so strong, and loving. The very image of what a man should be, and yet--and yet since he is gone, here we are. All 3 of us, drawn by men who are so completely different from him.

Lucas: I owe you an apology.

Felicia: Yes, you do.

Lucas: I am so sorry, Fannie. So-Mitch is asking questions?

Felicia: Yeah. He seems to be concerned again.

Lucas: Is that my fault?

Felicia: No, it's not your fault. It's not my fault. It's just something he is going to have to work out, I guess.

Lucas: Yeah. Ah...listen, excuse me. Will you forgive me?

Felicia: Yes. Go on.

Lucas: Great. Thanks. Any luck?

Man: I think maybe what you are looking for on the congressman is on this roll of film.

Lucas: Here is your fee.

Man: Thanks.

Lucas: Now develop the film.

Grant: What? What are you doing?

Sharlene: I have got to go.

Grant: Now?

Sharlene: Oh, I can't stay.

Grant: Somebody waiting at home, huh?

Sharlene: Yeah.

Grant: I thought you were going to fix that?

Sharlene: I was.

Grant: A little tough to say good-bye, huh?

Sharlene: I thought it was going to be quick. I thought it would be easy.

Grant: What is he like?

Sharlene: I don't want to talk about anybody else. I am going to break it off soon. I will. I--I promise.

Grant: All right. All right, all right.

Sharlene: And then--and then-- Grant, Grant ...

Grant: What?

Sharlene: It is just going to be you and me, ok?

Grant: Oh, I like the sound of that.

Sharlene: Me, too.

Grant: I love the sound of that.

Sharlene: Me, too. You know what?

Grant: What?

Sharlene: Sometimes I just let myself think about how it is going to be.

Grant: You mean us?

Sharlene: Yes. I think about Washington D.C., and limousines, and the people and the parties and the clothes.

Grant: You know, when I think about Washington, all I think about is the work.

Sharlene: Well, that's why you are going to be in the White House soon.

[Laughs] Can you imagine? Really, can you imagine? Me serving tea in the rose garden. And people coming to you for answers. And us walking into rooms together with a smile.

[Laughs] Gee, I hope they give you good long lunch hours. I do. And get a load of me at Camp David, won't that be a...a sight. Did I do something wrong?

Grant: No. No, I did.

Sharlene: What?

Grant: Because I've been so selfish. I've been so damn selfish I can't do this.

Sharlene: What are you talking about?

Grant: I can't ask you to leave the man that you are with.

Sharlene: Why?

Grant: Because, I--because I can't offer you a future.

John's voice: Preliminary diagnosis--mood disorder.

Taylor's voice: Everything fits. She is experiencing moods swings now. Compulsions to buy, outbursts of temper, complaints about living in a rut.

Sharlene's voice: You know something? Every time I do something a little unexpected, a little spontaneous, you jump all over me.

John: Look, I don't want to make you--

Sharlene: I am starting to feel like I am in prison.

John: Oh, Sharlene.

Sharlene: You know, if that's the way this marriage is going to be, maybe we made a big mistake, you know.

John: [Yells] Don't you ever say that!

Sharlene: [Screams] Don't you hit--don't you--

John: [Indistinct] I am not going to hit you!

Sharlene: [Screams]

John: I am not going to hurt you! I would never hurt you. I love you.

Taylor's voice: She is very vulnerable.

Sharlene: Somehow, when we are together, and you've got your arms around me, everything feels right again, you know that?

John: Somehow?

Sharlene: [Laughs] Not somehow. Because I'm madly, passionately in love with you.

Taylor's voice: And even a bit paranoid. And from what you are saying, her behavior has certainly changed.

Sharlene: No.

John: No?

Sharlene: No, don't--don't call the bank. I...

John: You what?

Sharlene: I know what happened to the money.

John: Ok. You want to fill me in?

Sharlene: Yeah, I took it. All right, yes. You caught me. I was nervous during the session. I wanted a few puffs to calm me down.

John: I have never seen you smoke.

Sharlene: I used to. Ok? Back in the dark ages. I just wanted one.

John: Sharlene, you just haven't been acting like yourself.

Sharlene: Oh, you have? Oh, John, couldn't this have something to do with the fact that you work for days at time, that Frame Construction has 2/3 of its workers laid off, that I'm working 2 jobs and we still are broke?

John: Yes, we are both under a lot of stress.

Sharlene: If that's the present, John, that's life in the 1990s, it has nothing to do with who or what I was years ago. It doesn't.

John: Listen, let's just forget about it for now.

Sharlene: For now, please. Please can't we just let it go. Please.

John: Yeah, this is Dr. Hudson. Any luck on that call to France? No. All right. Well, I'll be in the doctor's lounge. You can reach me there. Ok, yeah. The damn disease is like a runaway train.

Taylor: Talking to yourself?

John: Sometimes I am the only one who will listen.

Taylor: Oh. Did you have your lunch yet?

John: Is it that time already?

Taylor: Come on. I'll spring for a sandwich.

John: Ah--no, no. Thanks anyway.

Taylor: What's the problem? Mm. Yes, I've heard he is a tough case. How is it going?

John: Well, let's put it this way: I am not worried about Sharlene. I am worried about this guy.

Taylor: How bad is it?

John: Barring any miracles, it's real bad.

Taylor: Sorry. Well, I am off to Ptomaine city. You sure you won't join me for a sandwich?

John: No, thank you.

Taylor: Ok. Bye now.

John: Bye-bye.

[Buzzer] Doctors' lounge, Dr. Hudson. Yes! Yes, yes please, put him through. Dr. Hiver? Yes, thank you for calling. I--I appreciate it. Ah--no, I--I am interested in the research you are doing on the experimental drug? Uh-huh. Yes. That sounds very promising. What I would like is, I'd like to know if I could get a sample of the compounds you are using. I know--I know they haven't been approved by the D.T.A. for this country yet. I want it anyway.

Sharlene: We have no future?

Grant: I am just saying that I don't feel I can ask you to leave the man that you are with when--

Sharlene: When what?

Grant: When I can't offer you anything long-term.

Sharlene: Is this some fancy way of blowing me off?

Grant: No.

Sharlene: Because no matter what you do, I am still going to leave my old man.

Grant: Look, I am just saying--

Sharlene: You are not breaking up something that isn't already broken.

Grant: I just want you to understand, that's all.

Sharlene: Yeah, what?

Grant: This is so difficult.

Sharlene: Just say it!

Grant: Because my life right now--my life right now is very complex.

Sharlene: Complex? I love it. You don't even know what complex is.

Grant: But there is so much that you--you don't understand.

Sharlene: I--I know that I feel about you like I never felt about anybody before. I know that I don't want to live my life without you in it. Now--now isn't that enough?

Grant: No. Maybe not. Not in the future.

Sharlene: What do you mean?

Grant: I mean, this is just so difficult.

Sharlene: Oh, this is difficult? What do you think I am, some ditz? Do you think I am some ditz and I don't know that you are trying--you are trying to cover something up?

Grant: Look, I am sorry. I can't talk about this anymore.

Sharlene: Oh, great! Wonderful. You come--comes time to bite the bullet, and you can't talk.

Grant: That's not it!

Sharlene: Then what is it?

Grant: Just go, Sharlene. Just go.

Sharlene: I am not out of your life. Don't you even think that. I don't feel this way about anybody. I don't. I love you.

Amanda: Excuse me. I am Mrs. Fowler. Was it you that I spoke to on the phone?

Man: Yes, hello.

Amanda: Hi. I thought it would be better if I came down. I know my husband is--is wanting to work on the loft when he gets home today.

Man: You bet. Let me get it for you.

Amanda: Is this some kind of camping gear or something?

Man: No, ma'am. He bought one of our very best pieces for personal use.

Amanda: Pardon me?

Man: This is the bill, he left it here, and we really don't like to be responsible.

Amanda: All right. Bill for what?

Man: A pistol.

Amanda: What?

Man: Your husband bought a hand gun. 32 caliber. A very fine weapon. I am sure he'll get a lot of pleasure out of using it.

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