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Another World Transcript Monday 4/17/06
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Donna: Now we're going to make an English pound sign, instead of a dollar. All right, take an L, put a line right through it. Try it. That's perfect!
Michael: Wow, look at that.
Donna: Show that to Daddy.
Donna: That was worth about a $1.70 on the market this morning.
Michael: It was. Oh, that's one--that's the best pound sign I've ever seen. I bet you can't do that with blocks.
Mikey: I can too.
Michael: You can, huh? Well, why don't you go upstairs and do it, and I'll come up in a couple of minutes and take a look at it.
Michael: All right? Ok, partner. I'll see you in a couple minutes.
Donna: Why did you do that?
Michael: I just can't talk with him around. Not about this.
Donna: Has something happened with the custody hearing?
Michael: No, no, no, no, no. Donna, I'm just amazed at how quickly things change.
Donna: Well, I haven't changed. I'm still going to fight for him.
Michael: I mean about marriage.
Michael: Donna, I cannot go on like this. I cannot fight for Mikey if I know that he has an uncertain future.
Donna: Why are you threatening me?
Michael: Donna, I'm not. I just want to know what's keeping us apart. Why can't we be together? Donna, it's not like either one of us has had an affair, is it?
Donna: Can we just drop this?
Marley: Is something wrong?
Reuben: Josie, you are way over your head.
Josie: Please keep your voice down.
Reuben: Do you [Indistinct]?
Josie: Yes, would you keep your voice down?
Reuben: You've got to tell Matt the truth. The boy deserves to know what he's getting himself into, Josie.
Josie: He already knows.
Reuben: He don't know nothing. He don't know that you made up that first fan and now there's a real one out there.
Josie: What difference does it make?
Reuben: What are you talking about?
Josie: Look, Reuben, look at all the attention I'm getting. It's working.
Reuben: Yeah, yeah, it's working, Josie. This publicity prank is getting out of hand.
Josie: I can handle it.
Reuben: You cannot, Josie, you're scared to death.
Josie: Lucas is going to make sure I'm ok.
Reuben: What if Lucas finds out you're lying?
Josie: You're not going to tell him the truth, are you?
Reuben: I should. It stinks.
Josie: Matthew. Matthew, hi, I wasn't expecting you.
Matt: Yeah, how are you doing man?
Reuben: How did your job interview go?
Josie: I'm sure it went perfectly. I mean, any company would be lucky to have Matthew as an intern.
Reuben: Ha, ha, so when do you start as the "organization man"?
Matt: Well, I don't.
Reuben: What? What are you telling me?
Matt: I'm not going to take the job.
Josie: Well, why not?
Matt: Well, until this creep is caught, I'm not leaving your side.
John: Frankie, hi.
Frankie: Have you got a minute?
John: Sure, [Indistinct].
Frankie: Look, I'm sorry to track you down here. But I'm beginning to have second thoughts about, you know, tailing Sharlene for you.
John: Listen, I don't want you to spy on her.
Frankie: Well, what else do you call it?
John: I need another opinion. You know when she's not being herself.
Frankie: Look, John, we're not on the best of terms right now. If she finds out that I'm following her, she'll go through the roof.
John: Frankie, I wouldn't ask you to do this if there were any other alternative. But there's not. I've tried everything. There's something seriously wrong with her. I want to know what it is.
Grant: I've been waiting for you.
Sharlene: Well, here I am.
Grant: What happened to you last night? I mean, you were acting so strange, and you walked out of here without saying good-bye, and--what--what did you--
Sharlene: Whoah. Congressman, one question at a time, please.
Grant: Look, I've been calling your place for hours and hours.
Sharlene: Yeah, well, sometimes I unplug the phone when I'm trying to get a little beauty rest.
Grant: I don't think that's very funny.
Sharlene: Hey, lighten up.
Grant: Look, Sharlene, I don't have a lot of time to fool around. Now, what's really going on with you?
This disappearing act, it's just--it's getting to me.
Sharlene: Well, I thought I was playing it the way you wanted.
Grant: And what's that?
Sharlene: Discreet. That's why I pretended not to know you.
Grant: You did a real good job. Too good.
Sharlene: I was putting on a show for the public.
Grant: Why did you walk out on me?
Sharlene: Did we have plans?
Grant: No, but I was counting on seeing you last night.
Sharlene: Oh, now, you didn't tell me that.
Grant: And what about the guy that was hugging you when I came down here?
Sharlene: Oh, are you with the congress or the F.B.I.?
Grant: Wait a minute, that's not the guy that you've been seeing, is it?
Sharlene: No, this is incredible.
Sharlene: You're jealous.
Grant: Well, of course I'm jealous.
Sharlene: I love it--
Grant: You know this, all this backstairs stuff, it's--I hate it. It's got to stop.
Sharlene: It will. Our time is coming.
Grant: Yeah, but I can't wait much longer.
Sharlene: Hey. Grant, we have the rest of our lives.
Grant: No, what we have is right now. Come on.
Sharlene: Come on? Where--wait a second, I have to work. I've got to change.
Grant: Cancel it.
Sharlene: Why, where are we going?
Grant: Trust me. You'll love it. Come on.
Frankie: What exactly do you think is wrong with Sharlene?
John: I don't want to say until I'm sure. That's why I need your help.
Frankie: And what do you think I'm going to find out?
John: I don't know. Maybe nothing.
Frankie: You think she's having an affair, don't you?
John: I never said that.
Frankie: John, oh, you are so far off base with that one. Look, I know Sharlene is doing a lot of weird stuff lately, ok? But she would never even look at another man. I can promise you that.
John: How do you know that?
Frankie: Because I know her. Your marriage means everything to her, John. She's told me that a million times.
John: Yeah. Well, a lot of times she's just--she's different.
John: Looks at me like I'm a stranger. Gets furious over the smallest things. Picks fights. Leaves the house, just storms out with no explanation whatsoever.
Frankie: But the hypoglycemia--
John: It's not hypoglycemia, Frankie.
Frankie: I just don't see what I can do.
John: All I'm asking is that you stay close to her and tell me--tell me if she's just ok.
Frankie: Ok. But no sneaky stuff. Maybe she can help me shop.
John: You need to shop?
Frankie: I need to shop. I--I have to start looking around for the wedding, you know, and I do miss Sharlene. I hate being mad at her. And I count on her to help me with things like this, you know.
John: So, you'll call her?
John: Thanks, Frankie.
Frankie: Ah, I would do anything for you guys. You know that. And I'm glad that you talked to me. You know, it helps me feel better about what she said.
John: Well, don't put any stock in what she said. She hasn't been herself lately.
Frankie: Well, maybe we can find out what's going on.
John: I hope so.
Frankie: Me, too. I'll see you later, ok?
John: Ok. Thanks again.
Frankie: Well, cousin, how are you?
Jamie: Good, how're you doing?
Jamie: Look, I'm sorry I missed your engagement party.
Frankie: Oh, well, you'll make it up to me at the wedding. I'll save a dance for you.
Jamie: You're on.
Frankie: Great, see you later.
John: Jamie. What's up?
Jamie: I'm glad I found you.
John: What's the problem?
Jamie: You tell me. Are you trying to get yourself fired?
Stacey: Hey. How are you doing?
Derek: I'm good. I've come to take you away from all this.
Stacey: Oh. Well, maybe later. With Zack gone, this place is crazy. I'm so busy.
Derek: This weekend?
Stacey: Oh, Derek, I don't know.
Derek: You need to get out of Bay City. You need to pitch a tent. Build a fire. Gaze at the stars.
Stacey: What are you talking about?
Derek: I'm talking about camping. You, me and Kyle this weekend.
Derek: I'm taking you camping, you and Kyle, to this place I heard about: White Water.
Derek: If we leave Friday by noon, we can get there, we can pitch a tent before dark.
Stacey: But not this weekend. It's Amanda's party. We already told them we're going, remember?
Derek: Oh, they're not going to miss us. And I know it won't break my heart.
Stacey: Yeah, well I was kind of counting on going. And Frankie and Cass will be there. It'll be fun.
Stacey: Come on, we'll go camping next weekend, ok?
Derek: Come on Stacey, let's go. I already promised Kyle and I don't want to disappoint him. Come on.
Stacey: Oh, I see. But it's ok to disappoint me. Is that it?
Derek: Why is this party so important?
Stacey: They're my friends.
Derek: Especially Jamie, right?
Stacey: Come on, that's ridiculous.
Stacey: Well--because I love you. I moved in with you. What else do you want me to do?
Derek: Well, what difference does it make where you live, Stacey, as long as all you can think about is Jamie Frame?
Stacey: Wait a second. I am not the one that is having a problem with commitment.
Stacey: Don't you think it's rather strange that the first week I move into your place that Kyle moves in, too?
Derek: Kyle needed a place to stay.
Stacey: Yes, but that is not the point.
Derek: Yes, it is.
Stacey: No. Kyle is not a problem. I like him. But I didn't have in my mind that I would be living with a kid. And you didn't even ask me how I felt about the whole thing.
Derek: Well, Stacey, if you hated the idea, why didn't you say something?
Stacey: When? When, in front of him?
Derek: Well, why not? He might as well know how you think about him.
Stacey: I get it. So either I put up with all your quirks, or I don't love you, is that it? But you, on the other hand, don't have to worry about my feelings at all.
Cass: Hi, guys. Maybe I should come back.
Cass: Like tomorrow.
Derek: No, no. That's ok. You stay here. I was just going.
Cass: What was that all about?
Stacey: Mm, you don't want to know.
Cass: Another fight?
Stacey: Not another fight. Same old fight. I figured, you know, when we moved in together, things would get better.
Cass: Into one room,
[Indistinct] Abandoned building with a 12-year-old kid.
Stacey: Cass, I'm so unhappy.
Cass: I know you are. I can see that. Stacey...I'm afraid you're just going to have to face facts. You and Derek are not exactly a match made in heaven.
Marley: I thought there was a truce around here.
Michael: Well, how was your workout, huh?
Marley: Fine, how was yours?
Donna: Did you think we were fighting?
Marley: I took a wild guess.
Donna: Well, we weren't. Were we, Michael?
Michael: No, I would classify it more as a heated discussion.
Michael: Are you going to be here long?
Marley: Well, I was going to stay a little while before I went to Vicky's. Unless you would like me to get lost.
Michael: No--no, no, as a matter of fact, just the opposite. I just have a block check to go do with Mikey, and then I do want to talk to you.
Marley: Well, I'll be here.
Michael: Fine. So will I. I won't be long.
Marley: Ok. Are you ready to go to dinner this evening?
Donna: Are you sure you want to do this?
Marley: Well, don't you? Oh, I thought you loved the Bay City plaza.
Donna: Well, I do, but you don't have to take me out to dinner.
Marley: Oh, I would love to. It'll be just like old times. They weren't that bad, you know.
Donna: You're really chipper today.
Marley: I am?
Donna: Yes, you are.
Marley: Well, I guess it helped to put some distance between things. Made me realize how much everything means to me. Actually, Jake and I were just talking about that.
Donna: Oh, really?
Marley: Mm-hmm. Wasn't as hard seeing him as I thought it would be.
Donna: Do you still have feelings for him?
Marley: Well, of course I do. He was my husband.
Donna: No, I know that. It's just that you were so sure that it was over when you went away.
Marley: I was hurt then. I think I wanted to just get away from everything.
Donna: Especially Jake. Darling--
Donna: ...Take it slowly, please.
Marley: I will.
Donna: Think of yourself first.
Marley: What does that mean?
Donna: You're starting to worry about everybody else but yourself. You're thinking about Jake and Victoria and me and your father.
Marley: You're exaggerating.
Donna: I don't know how you can possibly think about yourself with all the chaos going on around here.
Marley: I don't mind.
Donna: I don't know how you stand it. Then of course, you're not going to have to much longer, because you're going back to Europe.
Marley: Yes, I am.
Donna: Why don't you stay? You just got here.
Marley: Hmm. I wonder how Jake would feel about that.
Donna: Jake's feelings change with the drop of a hat. I have an appointment.
Marley: You still don't trust him, do you? Even though you're working with him.
Donna: He handles business dealings differently than he handles women.
Marley: I know how you two became business partners. You paid him to stay away from your daughters.
Donna: Darling, it was his idea, not mine.
Marley: Then it's true.
Donna: Yes, but you and Victoria had been through hell. I didn't want it to continue.
Marley: I should be furious.
Donna: Yes, you should.
Marley: But we all make stupid mistakes.
Donna: Because of Jake.
Marley: It's much easier to blame everything on someone else.
Donna: Yes, maybe you're right.
Marley: I know I'm right.
Donna: Yes. Well, I don't want to be late for my appointment. You're sure you want to have dinner with me? You're not angry?
Marley: I'm not angry. I just want you to know that you cannot dictate my relationships. As you said, think of yourself first.
Josie: Matthew, you have to take the job. You need the experience.
Matt: Josie, you need protection. That's more important.
Josie: I'll be fine. No, I will be fine. Lucas hired security. I'll be perfectly safe.
Reuben: Josie's right. Don't let this mess up your life, too.
Josie: Matthew, please--take the job.
Matt: Look, Josie, I love you. I don't want anything to happen to you. And until this guy is caught, I can't concentrate on anything else.
Man: Above all, we want a natural look.
Mitch: That's been taken care of. I'm planning on lighting her exactly like that.
Man: Now, remember, it's makeup that doesn't look like makeup. That's the angle.
Lucas: Yeah, right. Mitch will keep it simple. No glamour shots.
Mitch: Lucas, I don't need an interpreter.
Lucas: Just want the man to get what he wants.
Mitch: Only thing he has to do is ask for it and he's got it.
Man: I better. I got a lot riding on this campaign. And the client is very conservative.
Felicia: Well, don't worry about it, because Mitch really is the best.
Man: We don't want an edge. You keep the talent looking innocent. She's a sweet kid. Not a model.
Mitch: I'll tell you what, why don't we do some test shots? You can take a look at them and see how you like them.
Man: Fine, I want to move on this.
Lucas: Good. Ok, everybody, we're going to take some snap shots.
Felicia: Courtney--hi, what are you doing here?
Courtney: Um, I need to speak with Josie.
Felicia: Well, she's over there. But she's about to start a shoot.
Courtney: Thanks, Felicia.
Man: What, what's going on here? Didn't you tell them the place was closed?
Lucas: What are the cops doing here?
Felicia: They want to talk to Josie.
Man: What? The model? On my dime? You're--you're kidding me.
Lucas: I'll take care of this.
Felicia: ...I don't think this is going to take very long. Good.
Courtney: What do you think you're doing?
Josie: They--they want to question me about the person who's been following me.
Matt: Well, it's about time, Courtney.
Courtney: Just cooperate and this won't take long, ok?
Lucas: We're in the middle of a very important shoot.
Courtney: Yeah? Well, the chief thinks this is very important, and so do I.
Lucas: And we have Al Roker here to cover this.
Man: What's going on here?
Lucas: Just give us 10 minutes.
Matt: Come on, talk to her, Josie.
Courtney: I think we should do it now.
Josie: Well, I guess if I have to.
Lucas: Let's make it quick, ok?
Courtney: Come on.
Man: Oh, I get it. She's the kid that was being terrorized. [Laughs] This is all I need-Jack the ripper waiting in the wing. So the client's gonna love this.
Lucas: Come on, Jack. It's not her fault. Give her a break.
Felicia: Oh, I don't believe this. Al Roker!
Al: Hi, Felicia.
Felicia: How are you?
Al: Oh, I'm fine.
Felicia: What in the world are you doing here?
Donna: Hi, Cass.
Cass: Hi, Donna. Please sit down. I'm afraid that this is going to be brief. I have nothing new to report about Mikey's case.
Donna: What about the Millers?
Cass: They're still trying to get out from under the last batch of papers I threw at them.
Donna: Cass, stalling them isn't enough. We have to do something else.
Cass: We're doing everything we possibly can.
Donna: Have you interviewed the babysitter?
Cass: The one who kidnapped Mikey?
Donna: The one they say kidnapped him.
Cass: Not personally, but we have to go by the deposition because the sitter moved away about a year ago. We don't know where. But Frankie has reviewed the police reports, and the Millers' version checks out.
Donna: I don't know why they would hire somebody like that to take care of him.
Cass: They say that she came very well recommended and appeared completely normal.
Donna: But--I don't understand that. Why should we believe them? Just because they're poor doesn't mean they can't tell a lie.
Cass: We will try to find the sitter.
Donna: I'm not going to send my son back to people who hire lunatics to take care of him.
Cass: Donna, we will investigate them completely.
Donna: I hope so. I know there's a hole in their story, Cass. We just have to find it.
Stacey: Suppose there isn't?
Donna: Excuse me?
Stacey: I said, suppose there isn't? Suppose the Millers are telling the truth completely? Then what are you going to do, Donna? Make something up?
Donna: What are you implying?
Stacey: I'm not implying it. I'm saying it. You and Michael know the Millers aren't in your league. They can't afford to carry out a long court battle. So you're dragging this whole thing out.
Donna: Michael and I are doing whatever we can to keep our son. It's perfectly legal.
Stacey: Aren't you using your money to scare them off?
Cass: Back off, Stacey.
Stacey: No. They think because they're rich and the Millers aren't that it's fair to keep a child from his real parents.
Donna: As far as I'm concerned, I am Mikey's real mother.
Stacey: Obviously Eve Miller feels differently about it.
Donna: I'm the only mother he's ever known, and I'm a better mother than Eve Miller ever was. I would not let anyone walk off with him.
Stacey: But you don't know--
Cass: You're out of line, Stacey. I am handling this case! Don't you have work to do?
Cass: I apologize, Donna. I will speak to her.
Donna: I don't care what Stacey thinks. I don't care what anybody thinks. I'm not losing my son.
Cass: If the Millers were negligent, the court will know about it before they decide Mikey's future.
Donna: Cass, hire all the help you need.
Donna: All Michael and I are concerned about is that he be given the best life possible-- because we love him.
Cass: All right. And I will call you as soon as I know anything.
Donna: Thank you.
Stacey: Ok, so I guess I owe you an apology.
Cass: Where do you get off judging my client like that?
Stacey: Cass, this time you're on the wrong side.
Cass: This from the person who's representing Lucas, a.k.a. The scum of the earth?
Stacey: Ok, so I cou--should have kept my big mouth shut. I'm sorry.
Cass: If you want to fight with Derek, fight with Derek. But leave my clients alone.
Stacey: All right, I made a mistake, ok?
Cass: I don't want you dragging your bad moods into this practice, you know? It's very unprofessional.
Stacey: Ok, it won't happen again.
Cass: It better not. Now, why don't you get out of here for a while?
Stacey: Yeah, that's what I was going to do. I told Frankie I'd meet her down at A la Mode.
Stacey: Yeah, I told her I'd help pick out a wedding dress. See ya.
John: I don't understand. Maybe I just forgot. But I'm sure that I wrote up a narrative summary on that guy.
Jamie: But you didn't. And Elaine was out for blood. Specifically yours.
John: What did she say?
Jamie: Use your imagination.
John: Huh. Well--more to the point, what did you tell her?
Jamie: Well, that I was sure that the papers were misplaced, and that I happened to know that you keep copies.
John: That I do.
Jamie: Make sure she gets a set, ok?
John: She will have it this afternoon.
Jamie: Thank you. That should help. John, I have to warn you--she's out to get you.
John: Oh, I know she is. She'd fire me in a second if she thought she'd get away with it. The only reason I'm still here is because of Grant Harrison.
Jamie: Come on, that's not the only reason.
John: It's a big one.
Jamie: Is he also the reason that you look so wiped out?
John: Nah, I've just had a lot on my mind lately.
Jamie: I'm sure. Dealing with a potentially terminal patient, especially a guy as vital as Harrison, well, it's not easy.
John: Jamie, did you know that the French are working with an experimental antibiotic that works specifically on the Protesia virus?
Jamie: You mean Dr. Hiver?
Jamie: Yes, I know about his work. But he's had limited success.
John: Still, it's something.
John: Grant is willing to be a guinea pig, but I can't get the D.T.A. to give me approval to bring the drug into the country. Not even for research purposes.
Jamie: I know. It makes you feel helpless. I mean, here's a guy who comes to us, trying to save his life, and we're trapped in bureaucracy.
John: And maybe his only hope.
Jamie: Maybe something will break on it soon.
John: Maybe, but what do I tell him until then? Wait around for a couple of years? Guarantee you that'll be too late.
Sharlene: It's--it's very swanky.
Sharlene: Why are we here?
Grant: Well, I am going to buy you a present.
Sharlene: Oh, I like that.
Grant: Anything you want.
Grant: You bet.
Sharlene: You mean it?
Grant: Sure, I mean it.
Sharlene: I love it. Ah! Oh...
Sharlene: Oh, hm, what, what, what?
Sharlene: Is that silk? [Gasps] It's from Paris, I should've known. [Laughs]
Grant: Try it on.
Sharlene: Ah, I've never had anything like this, you know.
Grant: Well, maybe it's time you did. Don't you think?
Sharlene: All right?
Frankie: Ah, excuse me. Ah, I have an appointment to try on dresses.
Saleswoman: Did you have something particular in mind?
Frankie: Well, well, it's for a wedding.
Frankie: My wedding. My name is Frankie Frame.
Sharlene: Psst! Grant. Grant.
Grant: I'm not supposed to be in here.
Sharlene: No, so keep your voice down.
Grant: Did it fit?
Sharlene: Yeah, it fit like a glove.
Grant: I thought--I thought you were going to show it to me.
Sharlene: No, not a chance, no previews.
Grant: Oh, well, maybe you're right. I probably couldn't be trusted anyway.
Sharlene: No, and you wouldn't want to worry about that, would you?
Sharlene: So listen, I had a couple of others that I wanted to try on to make sure, ok? So, wait until tonight?
Sharlene: After work?
Grant: Well, that will be a real test of will but, you know, I can do it.
Sharlene: Clear your schedule, ok?
Sharlene: I promise to make it quite a night.
Grant: Oh, I will.
Sharlene: Ok? Get out of here. I have really important decisions to make.
Grant: Ok, well as soon as you make them, here, you take this, sign my name--
Sharlene: Oh, thanks!
Grant: And the sky is the limit, so have fun. Have a great time, ok?
Sharlene: Don't worry, I will.
Grant: I'm going to miss you. We've got to stop this, otherwise we're going to get arrested. [Giggling]
Sharlene: Nobody's ever been this good to me.
Grant: Me, either. I'll see you tonight. I'll pick you up. Ok? [Clears throat]
Sharlene: Well, what are you doing here?
Frankie: Hi, Sharlene.
Sharlene: You're not still upset with me about the other day, are you?
Frankie: You did say I was responsible for making my mother miserable.
Sharlene: Look, I don't know what got into me.
Frankie: I don't, either.
Sharlene: All I can tell you is, Frankie, she'd been in my house too long. She's re-cleaning the cleaning, re-cooking the cooking.
Frankie: That's mama for you.
Sharlene: I just--I went crazy. I'm sorry. I didn't mean all that stuff I said. I didn't. Just forgive me.
Frankie: You know I do.
Frankie: Yeah, missed you.
Sharlene: Yeah, what're you doing here?
Frankie: Buying a wedding dress.
Frankie: Stacey, Stacey talked me out of the thrift shop.
Frankie: Uh, well...
Sharlene: Going traditional, right?
Saleswoman: Would you excuse me for a moment?
Frankie: Sure. I don't know, I--there's a part of me that thinks maybe I should. And, well...
Sharlene: What, Stacey's helping you shop today?
Frankie: Yeah, but--but you stay too, ok?
Frankie: Yeah, well, you know my style better than Stacey does, and then this is making me really nervous.
Frankie: Sharlene Hudson, what is this? [Laughs] It's incredible!
Sharlene: You like it?
Frankie: Oh, I love it. Oh! Who cares what I think. John's going to go berserk. That's great.
Felicia: Al, I can't believe it. I mean, no one even told me you were coming.
Al: Well, Felicia, this was a last-minute thing. My producer wanted me to do a story on--on models, and he wanted me to include the "Fresh Faces" girl. So my angle on this is that even though these young women get a lot of publicity, it's not necessarily all positive.
Felicia: Oh, that's true, you know. You can see that for yourself. Josie's right over there and she is being questioned by the police.
Al: No kidding?
Felicia: Yeah, come on.
Josie: Well, I had a sense that it, it was someone new.
Courtney: Could be.
Matt: Wait a minute, there's more than one nut after her?
Courtney: Sometimes when a case gets a lot of publicity like this one, some oddball decides to play copy cat.
Felicia: You think that's what happening here, Courtney?
Courtney: It's possible.
Felicia: But isn't it also possible that the guy ordered flowers from the florist over the phone, had them delivered, the florist could be the one who wrote the note
Courtney: Yeah. I was getting to that. You see, there's no address on their flower shop. See, we're looking into that now.
Felicia: Oh, Al, I'm so sorry.
Felicia: Josie, this is Al Roker. He's with W.N.B.C.
Josie: Hi, Al.
Felicia: And he's doing a story on you.
Al: It's nice to meet you, Josie. But boy, you really attract a crowd.
Courtney: Hi, Detective Courtney Walker.
Al: Nice to meet you.
Courtney: Nice to meet you.
Matt: More publicity. That's wonderful.
Reuben: Looks like it.
Josie: So, are we finished?
Courtney: Ah, just about. You may have to come down to the station tomorrow. We plan to have a line up by then.
Josie: A line up?
Al: Guys, can you come on over here?
Jack: Hey, hey, could we shoot the product? Now, excuse if I'm in a time warp, but I thought that's why we were here.
Lucas: I think they're finished.
Jack: Either that or I'm finished.
Lucas: Are you ready?
Courtney: Darling, just one more question.
Lucas: Save it.
Lucas: You're costing this girl her job.
Matt: Her safety is a lot more important than her job.
Josie: Matthew, please.
Courtney: Would you people please let me do my job?
Lucas: And let us do ours.
Felicia: Um, how are you doing?
Jack: Well, now they're putting this mess on TV. My blood pressure won't take this.
Felicia: Well, look, why don't you sit down for a minute? Go on.
Jack: No, no, no, no, no, don't answer that!
Felicia: I have to.
Jack: Look, it's the client. They want to know what's happening here. You want to tell them?
Felicia: I can handle this. Honestly, I can.
Felicia: Tops. Yes, he's a little busy right now. Why don't I have him call you back? Great. All right. Bye-bye.
Jack: The client?
Felicia: The client.
Jack: Yeah. They want a new model. Or if they don't, they will. All this hoopla about some nut case is not what they want associated with their cosmetics. It's like, like saying "wear this makeup and get menaced."
Felicia: Yes, but I mean, think about poor Josie.
Jack: What, you think they're going to risk a million dollar campaign because they don't wanna hurt some kid's feelings? Uh-uh, no, I got to pull out of this one.
Jack: All right, all right, all right, hold it, hold everything.
Lucas: What now?
Jack: Look, this isn't going to work out. We're going to have to--deal's off.
Josie: You can't mean that.
Lucas: We have to talk.
Jack: No, no, no--no. No more talking.
Jack: Look, suppose this guy nails her? I mean, that'll wipe out an entire campaign. I can't risk that negative publicity.
Lucas: This is going to blow over.
Jack: Sorry. I made up my mind. We're pulling the plug on this. Ok, everybody, pack it up.
Josie: Somebody do something.
Mitch: Josie, Josie, Josie just hang on. You know, maybe this is best for you.
Josie: No, it isn't.
Mitch: Look, doing it might put you into more danger. Maybe in the meantime, Lucas can use one of his connections to find out who this crazo is.
Lucas: What is that supposed to mean?
Mitch: You're still in touch with the cartel. Maybe they owe you a favor.
Lucas: Why don't you get off my case?
Mitch: You know, I would, Lucas, if I thought you were as interested in her future as you were in making a profit.
Josie: Al, Al, perhaps we can do that interview now?
Al: Josie, look, I don't think this is such a good idea. If you've really got a threat, the last thing you need is more publicity.
Josie: Al, but you don't understand.
Al: It's ok. Maybe--maybe we can do this another time. Please, take good care of yourself, and good luck, ok? Bye-bye. Guys, let's go.
Al: Felicia. Nice to see you.
Al: Thank you.
Matt: What's going on here? Every time I turn around, you two are whispering about something.
Marley: We have not finished talking.
Michael: I know, I know, I know, I know. But I got to--I got to get back to work. I promised them that I'd be there. They've forgotten what I look like.
Marley: Mm-hmm. You can make it up to me.
Michael: Name it.
Marley: Dinner tonight, Bay City plaza?
Michael: You're kidding.
Marley: Humor me.
Michael: I'll be there.
Marley: All right.
Michael: All righty, bye-bye.
Marley: Well, hello, Jake's machine, this is Marley. I'm taking care of Mikey tonight at Michael and Donna's suite. I thought maybe you would like to come over and join me. If you say yes, I'll cook dinner.
Bridget: I--I'm supposed to take care of Mikey tonight. Have you forgotten that you have a dinner engagement with your mother at the hotel?
Marley: Plans have changed.
Bridget: Oh, how are they changed?
Marley: You don't have to worry about it.
Bridget: Oh, my. You know, Victoria always says that. And I usually know that that's the time I really should worry.
Marley: Not this time. You can go to a movie.
Marley: I just want to give everyone a happy ending. Wish me luck.
Reuben: Losing this job ain't the end of world, right Matt?
Matt: Don't have to convince me. The more she works, the worse this gets.
Josie: That could've turned into a million dollar contract.
Reuben: But it didn't. It's about time you told Matt the truth.
Matt: There's something I don't know?
Lucas: Ah, here you are Josie, I'm sorry.
Josie: I--I can't believe it. I thought they wanted me because of the publicity.
Lucas: Oh, this business is crazy. Nobody can make up their mind. But I have something that's going to make you very happy. You remember that test you did for Brad Stone's new picture?
Matt: Can any of us forget it?
Lucas: I just spoke to the producer. He just saw it. He loved it. He--he had forgotten all about you. And then he saw your name on the news.
Josie: It didn't bother him?
Lucas: No, he thinks it's great. Free coverage. Wants to see you again.
Josie: You mean it?
Lucas: Yeah, Monday morning. That means L.A.
Lucas: You're happy?
Josie: Are you kidding? Who cares about this pitiful cosmetic contract? Matthew, I'm going to Hollywood!
Stacey: Sorry I am late. I hope I didn't miss anything.
Frankie: No, no. Stacey, these are going to make me look like Scarlet O'Hara.
Sharlene: Look, now that the reserves are here, I'm going to get out of here, ok?
Frankie: Don't leave yet.
Sharlene: No, no, you're going to do fine by yourself. You don't need me here. Besides that, you're gonna make a beautiful bride, you really are.
Frankie: How can you be so sure of that?
Sharlene: Because I--I know what the love of a good man can do for you. Cheers.
Frankie: Yeah. We have two of the best, don't we?
Sharlene: No question about it.
Frankie: Ok, I'll see you later.
Sharlene: Bye. See you, Stace.
Stacey: I'll see you.
Stacey: Oh, Frankie, take a look at this.
Frankie: I think we ought to go back to the thrift shop, Stacey.
Stacey: No, we'll go! But later.
Frankie: Look, Cass and I don't exactly see eye-to-eye in the fashion arena. But I don't want him to gag when I walk down the aisle.
Stacey: Will you quit worrying? He loves you.
Frankie: Well, I know that, but, but--he doesn't stop shopping at thrift stores, does he?
Stacey: Hey, this looks beautiful.
Frankie: It has a train. I will trip and fall on my face at the altar.
Stacey: Mm, so pretty.
Frankie: Maybe you'll need it.
Stacey: Oh, yeah, I doubt it.
Frankie: Hey, you and Derek could be next.
Stacey: Hmm, we're a long way from a wedding.
Frankie: Yeah, that's what I thought, and here I am.
Frankie: Oh, no.
Frankie: Hi. What are you doing here?
Frankie: You know, you're not supposed to see my wedding dress. What are you trying to do, jinx me?
Cass: I missed you. And don't worry, that's not your dress.
Frankie: It isn't?
Cass: Nah, it's all wrong.
Frankie: It's all wrong?
Frankie: You know, I can't do this with you here. Stacey, will you tell him to leave?
Stacey: Yeah. Will you get out of here, Cass?
Cass: Hey, what do you think of this one? [Deep voice] Hello, Frankie.
Frankie: [Deep voice] Hello. [Normal voice] I think you'll look beautiful in it.
Cass: Oh, that's cute. I wonder if they have it in ecru?
Frankie: Would you go out? Out.
Cass: Not until I get what I came for.
Frankie: What's that? Oh.
Jamie: You know, there's a conference at Nice next week. I was thinking about going.
John: In Nice? Dr. Hiver is presenting his paper.
Jamie: I know. That would be about the only reason for me to go. I hate these things.
John: Listen, Jamie, if you could talk to him, I'd really appreciate it. I--I've spoken with him once, but he is very guarded about his material.
Jamie: It's a long shot, but who knows?
John: Great. Thank you so much.
Grant: Excuse me.
John: I'll talk to you about this again.
Grant: Look at this.
John: I know, I've read it.
Grant: I thought you were going to try and get a hold of something.
John: I am trying.
Grant: But obviously you're not trying very hard.
John: What do you want to do, Grant? You wanna go out in the black market for this stuff?
Grant: Well, what else am I supposed to do?
John: When you're a congressman, you can't risk that.
Grant: Look, my life is much more important to me than my career.
[Whirring pinball sound effects]
Stacey: I didn't expect to see you here.
Derek: We've got to talk.
Stacey: I know. Look, I'm sorry about going on about that party.
Derek: No, that's--
Stacey: Look, we don't have to go. I feel like I'm dragging you to it, anyway.
Derek: You do?
Stacey: Well, don't you?
Derek: You see, now that's the problem. We are always fighting. All the time.
Stacey: Yeah, I know.
Derek: Maybe we want different things out of life.
Stacey: I just wish I knew what you wanted, period.
Derek: Oh, it's not hard, Stacey. I just want to love you--and be free.
Stacey: Free to do what?
Derek: Anything I want.
Stacey: Like what?
Derek: I don't have a blueprint for my life, Stacey.
Stacey: But you must have ideas. I mean you must daydream about stuff.
Derek: Yeah, I don't know.
Stacey: Come on! You could be anything you want to be.
Derek: I'm happy the way I am.
Stacey: Well, you could go back to school. You could get your degree. You could open up an art gallery, you like art, or a restaurant or manage a Frame construction.
Derek: Why--why is this so important to you?
Stacey: Because you have so much potential. And I can't believe that you want to spend the rest of your life in an abandoned warehouse and kicking drunks out of a bar.
Derek: I knew you were going to throw that at my face some day.
Stacey: No. I just don't want to see you wasting your life.
Derek: I don't think that I'm wasting my life. I think I'm living it my way.
Stacey: No. You're using your lousy childhood as an excuse.
Derek: For what?
Stacey: For doing nothing. All this potential is going to waste, and you're not doing anything constructive with it.
Derek: Well, Stacey, if I'm such a loser, what are you doing with me?
Stacey: Derek, I --
Derek: Then what am I, huh? Just some body for you to go to bed with?
Michael: Marley? Marley?
Donna: What are you doing here?
Michael: Ah, well, I--I was invited by Marley to have dinner. I--I guess she rented a suite.
Donna: I guess she did.
Michael: She invited you?
Donna: Yes, and she didn't mention that you were coming.
Michael: Aha. Well, doesn't look like she's here.
Donna: Well, I'm not going to stand in the hall.
Michael: Oh, my word. Look at this. Excuse me, here, it's a--like a note.
Donna: What does it say?
Michael: "Hi, you two. I'm going to be a little late. There's champagne in the bucket. Just make yourselves at home. Love, Marley."
Bridget: Are you sure you wouldn't like me to stay? I could fix you and Jake, you know, a wonderful dinner. And then I could see that Mikey gets to bed.
Marley: We'll be fine. I feel like cooking. Jake loves Mikey. Besides, Angela is going to be here later, and she can take care of Mikey as well.
Bridget: All right. All right.
Bridget: Oh, I almost forgot. I had this in my pocket. It was a telegram that came for you while you were in your shower.
Marley: Thank you.
Bridget: I hope it isn't important.
Marley: I'm sure it's not.
Bridget: Is it bad news?
Marley: No, it's just a message from a friend of mine in L.A. Thank you.
Bridget: Good night.
John: Grant, even if I could get my hands on the medication, we don't know enough about it--
Grant: But, I thought--
John: ...To administer it properly.
Grant: I thought you were going to help me.
John: Look, Dr. Hiver's work is only experimental. Only the preliminary studies have been published.
Grant: So what the hell am I supposed to do, huh? Sit around while a bunch of bureaucrats shuffle papers?
John: I'm working on something. It's a gamble, but it may pay off.
Grant: What? What is it?
John: Dr. Frame is going to speak with Dr. Hiver next week. Now, if I can get my hands on some of his classified clinical studies, it's going to tell me a lot.
Grant: You mean, like what exactly he was doing with his patients?
John: Yes, exactly. But until then you have got to hold off. And don't go behind my back.
Grant: Ok, that's a deal. I'm sorry, I'm sorry I lost-- lost my temper.
John: It's ok. Listen, I am not giving up. And you can't give up, either. We're going to do this my way, but you've got to trust me.
Grant: Yes, of course I trust you.
John: Good. Well, I'm off, so I'm going home. Good night.
Grant: Say, John, what are you doing for dinner?
John: Oh, I'm, I'm really beat, Grant. Thanks anyway.
Grant: No, no, no, listen, I'm not going to take no for an answer. I want you to meet the person who has turned my life around.
Sharlene: Yeah, Pelican.
Grant: Hi, it's me.
Sharlene: Hi, you. Are we still on for tonight?
Grant: Definitely. Can you meet me at 9:00 for dinner?
Sharlene: 9:00? That's--that's real early. I'm still working.
Grant: Ah, that's all right. You can--you can get away. Just make up some excuse.
Sharlene: Like what?
Grant: Oh, I don't know. Just tell your boss that, uh, your canary had a hernia, something. [Laughs]
Grant: Please? There's somebody very special I want you to meet.
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