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Another World Transcript Monday 4/24/06

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Jake's voice: Will we ever make love again, Donna?

Donna's voice: I don't know, and I certainly wouldn't have you to put it on videotape if I did.

Jake's voice: Fine.

Jake: Hi, is Vicky there? No, actually, I'm looking for her--her sister, Marley. She left town? Where did she go? Well, find someone who knows where she's at, damn it! This is her ex-husband, and I need to find her.

[Doorbell rings]

Paulina: Hello.

Ken: Good afternoon, Paulina.

Paulina: It's ok, Mrs. Cory is upstairs with Amanda.

Ken: I hope it is ok.

Paulina: What do you mean?

Ken: What do I mean? You nearly blew your whole future yesterday.

Paulina: Don't worry, I haven't said anything--yet.

Ken: Well, I'm glad to hear that.

Paulina: I thought about what you said. I guess you're right.

Ken: You guess? Listen, the minute you stop doing things my way, we're lost.

Paulina: Don't worry, I'm going to pick my time very carefully.

Ken: No, no, I'll pick your time very carefully.

Paulina: You know, I spent a lot of time down here by myself last night just trying to understand what it's going to mean to belong here, to be one of them.

Ken: Well, I hope it lives up to your expectations.

Paulina: Well, I've been so impatient lately, so frustrated. I never really thought about what could happen after I tell them. I want for this whole family to be so happy that Mac Cory had another daughter. You think that's possible?

Rachel: Well, you don't have a fever.

Amanda: That's because I'm not sick.

Rachel: And you've got some color in your cheeks.

Amanda: Mom, what I really need--

Rachel: What you need is to take it easy.

Amanda: What I need is to be alone.

Rachel: Oh, sweetie, I'm sorry. I thought you wanted some company.

Amanda: It's not you. Sorry. It's not you.

Rachel: Who is it?

Amanda: Sam.

Rachel: Honey, he's concerned about you.

Amanda: I know, Mom, but he's driving me crazy.

Rachel: How?

Amanda: Because he won't leave me alone, not even for five minutes.

Rachel: Oh, Sam, aren't you sweet.

Sam: Grilled cheese and tomato, just the way you like it. Salad, iced tea.

I can make you iced coffee if you'd like.

Amanda: No, that's fine.

Rachel: It looks lovely.

Amanda: I'm sorry, I don't think I'm very hungry.

Rachel: Oh, none of this "I'm not hungry" nonsense. You're not going to get your strength back if you don't eat.

Sam: Don't worry, Rachel, I'm going to make sure that she eats every single thing. I've cleared my schedule, and I'm going to spend the whole afternoon looking after this little lady.

[Phone rings]

Sam: Hello?

Evan: Sam, this is Evan.

Sam: I'm sorry, I think you've got the wrong number.

Evan: The hell I do. Now let me speak to Amanda.

Sam: I'm sorry, there's no one here by that name.

Sam: How's the sandwich?

Amanda: Oh.

Rachel: Well, it looks lovely. Listen, I'm going to leave you two. I'll be back up in a little while, ok?

Amanda: Ok.

Rachel: Call me if you want me to spell you, ok?

Sam: Thanks. Won't be necessary.

Rachel: You eat something, honey.

Amanda: Who was on the phone?

Sam: Wrong number. I want you to take these before you eat.

Amanda: Sam.

Sam: Amanda.

Amanda: Mom and I were talking. I really think that you should get out more.

Sam: Why would I want to get out?

Amanda: Because you've been cooped up in this room since last night.

Sam: Well, I don't feel cooped up. I want to be here.

Amanda: But, Sam, it's too much. I mean, for you it's too much.

Sam: It's only been a day. I think I can take it.

Amanda: Don't you have work to do?

Sam: It can wait.

Amanda: What about Caroline? Don't you have lunch with her today?

Sam: I forgot.

Amanda: Well, then go. Don't worry about it. I've got Mom here, I've got grandma, the servants. I'll be fine.

Sam: No, no.

Amanda: No? Why?

Sam: Caroline can wait.

Amanda: But why should she?

Sam: I'm not going to leave your side. What's more important than my wife? I'm going to call her right now and cancel.

[Frankie grunts]

Cass: Frankie. Hey, what is going on?

Frankie: Oh, get-- aha!

Cass: "Aha" is going on?

Frankie: It's lunch hour.

Cass: Yes, I know it's lunch hour. I have a tuna on rye waiting for me in my desk drawer.

Frankie: Not today.

Cass: It was delivered an hour ago, Frankie.

Frankie: Ugh! Never again. No more deliveries. No--ah-- no more hour-old tuna. That life is over.

Cass: I like tuna.

Frankie: I know lawyers are workaholics, and I know how important this firm is to you. But I am going to make sure that you and I get to spend some time together. It's my mission.

Cass: No tuna? We are not going to be one of those couples who come home at 10:00 at night, throw back some leftover Chinese, flop into bed, and crash.

Cass: No leftover Chinese?

Frankie: Ours is going to be a real marriage, with talking and laughing and lots of loving.

Cass: And pizza. Can we have pizza?

Frankie: Sure.

[Phone rings]

Cass: I'll get it.

Frankie: Ah--let it ring.

Cass: Oh, come on. It could be important, Frankie.

Frankie: Yeah, the machine will get it. Now, part of my mission includes training your clients not to phone during lunch hour.

Cass: Oh, good luck.

Frankie: It won't take luck, just perseverance.

[Ring]

Cass: You know, you have a very unrealistic view of life with a lawyer. But I love you for trying. In fact, I just love you in general.

[Phone stops ringing]

Frankie: See? That wasn't so hard, was it?

[Cass laughs]

[Phone rings]

Frankie: Don't do it. Don't do it.

Cass: I can't stand it, Frankie.

Frankie: Don't do it.

Cass: I have a client in London who's supposed to call me today, Frankie.

Frankie: I'll make it worth your while.

Cass: The machine is not on. It's not on. I cannot miss this.

Frankie: Aw.

Cass: Frankie! Ooh! Not that--yeah. Winthrop and Winthrop. Yes. Oh, hi.. Uh-huh. I see. All right, thank you for calling.

Frankie: He wasn't much on talking, was he?

Cass: Frankie?

Frankie: What?

Cass: Why didn't you tell me you put a bid in on the house?

Ken: Paulina, I think you're being a little naive.

Paulina: Why?

Ken: You have to expect the family's first reaction is going to be extremely suspicious, if not downright hostile.

Paulina: Well, I suppose maybe--

Ken: You're changing all their lives around. Think how you'd feel.

Paulina: I don't know how I'd feel. I've never had a father before.

Ken: They're not going to want to believe you.

Paulina: Well, at first maybe they'll have--

Ken: Maybe never.

Paulina: They'll have to believe me.

Ken: They're going to think this is a con.

Paulina: You know, you sound like you want me to back out of this.

Ken: No, no, no, I just want you to be aware of what you're going to be dealing with.

Paulina: I am a Cory, and I am going to prove it.

Ken: Fine. Do it right. That's where I come in. When you do it, how you do it, what you say--it's all critical. I mean, you want this fairy tale to have a happy ending, don't you?

Paulina: You know, I should tell you.

Ken: What?

Paulina: How grateful I am to you--

Ken: Ugh.

Paulina: For finding me, for telling me who I am.

Ken: Ah, anybody would've done the same thing.

Paulina: Oh, I don't believe that for a minute.

Ken: Well, the important thing is that you're here now where you belong.

Paulina: You know, before you found me, I was-- I don't even know what I was.

Ken: Well, that's all changed now.

Paulina: Yeah, sure has. Do you have any idea what it means to know that this is where I came from?

Ken: No, I'm sure I don't know.

Paulina: Well, it's fantastic.

Ken: Well, this kind of wealth can be very seductive.

Paulina: Oh, it's not even the money. It's--it's knowing that I had a father who was a great man. It's having something to live up to. It's just knowing that I'm worth something. Something wrong?

Ken: No.

Paulina: Yeah, there is. You're having second thoughts, aren't you?

Ken: No.

Paulina: It's Rachel, Ken. You're in love with her. You're in love with her, and you're sorry you ever found me.

Donna: Bridget, have you spoken to Victoria? She hasn't been returning my phone calls.

Bridget: Well, I haven't talked to her since yesterday. You know, we never quite know where Victoria is.

Donna: Oh, you really shouldn't be picking this up. This is Mikey's responsibility. Mikey, darling, come and pick up your toys.

Mikey: Mommy, Mommy, look how fast I can go.

Bridget: Oh, Mikey, watch out, now. You be careful, please, dear.

Mikey: Don't worry, Bridget, I'm a good driver.

Donna: Yes, you're a very good driver and we're very impressed, but come in here and pick up your toys.

Bridget: It's all right, we'll catch him next time.

Donna: We've been spoiling him too much lately, but it's hard not to.

Bridget: Well, I mean, he's such a good little boy, and he's no trouble.

Donna: And he's so much joy.

Bridget: Oh, my, that he is.

Donna: Bridget?

Bridget: Yes?

Donna: You know at some point that you're probably going to be questioned about our marriage.

Bridget: By the lawyers, you mean?

Donna: Yes.

Bridget: Yes, well, I'm sure at some point they'll get around to me.

Donna: And would you please be very careful about what you say?

Bridget: I am going to talk about how you love Mr. Michael, how you love each other and how you love that child.

Donna: Good. And you'll be very discreet about everything?

Bridget: It has always been my opinion that you and Mr. Michael belong together. You always have. And thank God for that little boy. The two of you have been brought back together again because of your love of that child.

[Doorbell rings]

Bridget: I'll get it.

Bridget: Jake-Jake!

Jake: You knew last night, didn't you?

Donna: Jake, this isn't a good time.

Jake: Marley told you on the phone and you just kept it to yourself, didn't you, Donna?

Bridget: Jake, will you stop that? Who do you think you're talking to?

Donna: Bridget, would you please go and check on Mikey?

Bridget: Of course.

Donna: How dare you barge in here like this.

Jake: Where is she, Donna? This is not about us, this is

Donna: Keep your voice down.

Jake: I called Vicky's. The cleaning lady said Marley had left town.

Donna: Well, she shouldn't have told you that. It's none of your business.

Jake: So you did know.

Donna: Yes, I did.

Jake: And you didn't tell me.

Donna: Why should I tell you? You're the one who said you didn't want her anymore.

Jake: Where is she, Donna?

Donna: Jake, she needs to be away from you.

Jake: That is your opinion.

Donna: She needs to be by herself for a while.

Jake: Right, right.

Donna: It's for the best.

Jake: For who? For Marley, for me, or for you, Donna?

Donna: She's my daughter, Jake.

Jake: And she was my wife! I want to know where she is!

Donna: I'm going out.

Jake: Wait a minute.

Donna: Jake, I suggest that you start thinking about work. We're very behind.

Jake: She went to the Riviera, didn't she?

Donna: She didn't say where she was going.

Jake: She wanted me to go. She even bought tickets. Donna, she went to the Riviera, didn't she?

Donna: Don't you even think about going after her.

Jake: I'll do anything I want.

Donna: What about what she wants?

Jake: Why don't you let her decide that for a change, Donna, huh?

Michael: Jake. So what the hell are you doing here?

Jake: Hey, Mikey, nice to see you.

Michael: Tell you what, you got business with Donna, you take care of it over the phone or at Visions, all right, but not in my house.

Donna: Michael.

Jake: I'll tell you something, Michael. You don't have to worry about me bugging your wife for a while.

Michael: Good.

Donna: Jake. Jake? Jake, what are you going to do?

[Phone rings]

Michael: Hello? Oh, sure. Donna, it's Marley from Europe.

Donna: Oh.

Frankie: A bid?

Cass: On that prairie thing.

Frankie: 1890 of the old prairie school, and it is not a thing, it is a fine old house.

Cass: On which you put a bid.

Frankie: I thought it might be fun to see what happens--

Cass: Fun?

Frankie: If we made an offer.

Cass: But you decided not to share that fun with me?

Frankie: You weren't as enthusiastic about the house as I was.

Cass: So you bid on it alone?

Frankie: There's nothing to worry about.

Cass: Isn't there?

Frankie: Well, nothing is going to happen. What I offered was ridiculously low.

Cass: Was it?

Frankie: I promise, Cass. I was--I was experimenting.

Cass: Oh. And this experiment-- let me get this straight now-- was this with my money, or can you afford to make this ridiculously low offer on your own? Huh?

Frankie: Well--

Cass: Hmm.

Frankie: Ahem. I was--

Cass: Oh.

Frankie: I was kind of hoping that we would cross that bridge when we came to it.

Cass: Ah, there's an interesting concept right there.

Frankie: Look, I realize that I should have told you about it, but I was so scared that you were going to say no and we'd blow our chance.

Cass: I assume you're planning to talk me into buying that house?

Frankie: Well, yeah. Yeah, that was the plan.

Cass: Gee, Frankie!

Frankie: And you're really mad.

Cass: I am furious!

Cass: And you only have 37 minutes to put me back into a good mood again.

Cass: 36 minutes.

Cass: Come on, you can do better than that.

Cass: I'm starting to feel a little cheerier already.

Caroline: No, I'm not going to let you off the hook, Sam.

Sam: Amanda needs me here.

Caroline: This lunch has been booked for a week.

Sam: Well, I didn't know she was going to collapse.

Caroline: You said yourself it's not serious.

Sam: She'll be very upset if I leave.

Caroline: What, with her entire family there, and God knows how many other servants?

Sam: She needs me.

Caroline: You'll be there in two hours. Then you can hold her hand for the rest of the day.

Sam: Caroline, come on.

Caroline: No, you come on. First I move heaven and earth to get a one-man show together for you, and you won't even show me a bloody thing you've painted. And now you're going to turn me off for lunch.

Sam: My wife is sick.

Caroline: Well, so am I. I'm sick of being jerked around, Sam. You either get to Tops right now or find yourself another agent. Good-bye.

Caroline: The ever-present Mr. Bates.

Evan: And the ever-charming Ms. Stafford.

Caroline: Are you living at Tops now?

Evan: No, actually, I was just waiting to make a phone call.

Caroline: Sure.

Evan: Did I hear you right? Your client is coming here to meet you for lunch? What's that second-rate artist-- what's his name? Fowler? Howler? Flower? Fowler, that's it.

Caroline: You're a real card, Evan.

Evan: Probably canceled on you, didn't he?

Caroline: He'll be here. Why are you keeping tabs on Sam?

Evan: Oh, I'm not. It's just that I'm really interested how his career is going. I'm a big fan of his work.

Caroline: You're a real phony, that's what you are.

Evan: By the way, how is his career going? As badly as it deserves?

Caroline: None of your damn business.

Evan: You're right, it's probably none of my damn business.

Evan: Yes, hello, this is Mr. Fowler. I need to check on a package I had sent out to be delivered to Amanda Fowler. Has it gone out yet? Excellent. No, no, I don't need a confirmation. When she gets the package, I'll know.

Sam: I won't be gone long, ok?

Amanda: It's ok, don't worry about it.

Sam: Caroline insisted, so --

Amanda: I'm glad that you're going. I wouldn't want--I wouldn't want me to interrupt your work.

Sam: Well, you're the most important thing right now.

Amanda: Thanks. That's sweet.

Sam: I mean it. Being with you like this-- it's been great. I can catch up on my work after.

Amanda: After what?

Sam: After you're well, of course.

Amanda: Right.

Sam: All right, I want you to get some rest.

Amanda: Sam, I'm not tired.

Sam: No arguments. Got it?

Amanda: Sam.

Sam: I mean it.

Amanda: You're really--

Sam: You're exhausted.

Amanda: What are you doing?

Sam: I don't want you to be disturbed.

Amanda: Sam, please, don't--

Sam: Hilda?

Amanda: Sam--

Sam: While I'm away--

Hilda: Is there something I can do for you?

Sam: Will you make sure that Amanda isn't disturbed while I'm gone?

Hilda: Of course. Now, don't worry about anything, Mr. Fowler.

Sam: Thank you. Get some sleep.

Amanda: No, Sam-Sam, wait! Please, I want--

Ken: How do you get these ideas in your head?

Paulina: Am I wrong?

Ken: Yes, as usual.

Paulina: You've changed, Ken. You're not the same guy who found me.

Ken: I told you I was going to get close to Rachel and I have, and it's going to prove valuable for both of us.

Paulina: I have seen the two of you together. You have real feelings for her. Admit it.

Ken: Well, who wouldn't? She's a great lady. She's going through hell. All right, I can't deny that things have gotten a little more complicated than I thought.

Paulina: Tell me how. How have they become complicated?

Ken: Amanda is on the ragged edge. Matt's fiancée is--is being tormented by some crazy. Nobody's really over Mac's death yet.

Paulina: And do you think I'm just going to make things worse?

Ken: I can't see you making them better.

Paulina: But if they know the truth, if they accept me, then--

Ken: Yeah, well, that's a mighty big if.

Paulina: I think they will. And I think I can be a great help to them.

Ken: Help?

Paulina: Yes, I think I--I can be there for them when they need me. I've never been part of a family before.

Rachel: Hilda?

Ken: Get out. Later.

Rachel: Are you down there? Hilda?

Ken: Will I do?

Rachel: Ken.

Ken: At your service.

Rachel: Who let you in?

Ken: Paulina. She said you were upstairs with Amanda.

Rachel: Oh. Yes, well, did you want me for something?

Ken: I just wanted to check and see how Amanda's doing today.

Rachel: Well, you didn't have to come all the way over, you could've called.

Ken: I guess I just can't stay away.

Rachel: Well, that's nice.

Ken: Well, that's a nice surprise.

Rachel: Why? Why is that surprising?

Ken: Uh--no, it isn't. Not surprising at all that I should want to spend some time with a good friend. So how is Amanda?

Rachel: Better.

Ken: Yeah, that's what Paulina said.

Rachel: Where is Paulina?

Ken: Uh, I imagine she's back with Steven. So, is Amanda back on her feet?

Rachel: She got a good rest last night.

Ken: Yeah, she's strong.

Rachel: She's still having trouble with Sam.

Ken: That must be rough.

Rachel: I expect things are going to get worse before they get better.

Donna: Hi. Could you connect me to international flight information? Thank you. Yes, hi. I'm trying to confirm a reservation for a Mr. Jake McKinnon. Yes, he would have been on the next flight, connecting flight going to Paris. I'm not sure which one it is, but it would be sometime within the next couple of hours. There couldn't be that many, could there? All right. Oh. Oh, good, then he is on that? Mr. Jake McKinnon. Uh-huh, and that's flight number-- all right, thank you very much. I knew it, I knew it. Oh, Bridget.

Bridget: Where are you going?

Donna: I have a very urgent meeting. I have to go out.

Bridget: Now, look, you and Mr. Michael have got an appointment.

Donna: Yes, I know that we do, but just tell him that I'm not going to be able to make it and I'll explain to him later.

Bridget: Miss Donna!

Donna: Bye-bye.

Bridget: Miss Donna?

Bridget: Oh, dear.

Michael: Donna? Donna, come on, we got to be at Cass' in 10 minutes.

Man: Merci, mademoiselle.

Jamie: Excuse me.

Man: How may I help you, monsieur?

Jamie: Tell me you have room at the hotel.

Man: Pardon?

Jamie: My name is Dr. Frame, and I supposedly had a reservation at the Hotel de la Plage, but it seems that they over-booked the medical convention. Hard to believe, isn't it? Anyway, they called over here and claimed that you said that you could accommodate me. Frame. Dr. Jamie Frame.

Man: Oh, yes, doctor.

Jamie: You can? You actually have room for me?

Man: Mm-hmm.

Jamie: Incredible. Incredible. I thought I was going to sleep on the beach.

Man: If you'll follow me, s'il vous plait.

Jamie: After you.

Jake: Yeah, I just made my reservation a little while ago.

Man: I'm looking for it, sir.

Jake: McKinnon, m-c capital k-I-n-n-o-n.

Man: Yes, I have you on flight number 11 connecting to Paris.

Jake: Right, that--that's departing at 2:00 p.m., Right?

Man: Mm-hmm, arriving Paris 8:00 a.m., Connecting flight to Nice.

Jake: Ok.

Man: All right, I'll have you ticketed in a moment, sir.

Jake: Thanks.

Frankie: Why didn't I tell you?

Cass: Tell me what?

Frankie: About the bid.

Cass: Is that a rhetorical question?

Frankie: No.

Cass: Good, I can't handle rhetorical questions this soon after making love.

Frankie: It was wrong.

Cass: Making love?

Frankie: Making the bid. It was stupid.

Cass: Forget it.

Frankie: No, I can't forget it. It was stupid. I was going to have to tell you eventually, I mean, if anything had happened, which I doubt it will.

Cass: I know why you didn't tell me.

Frankie: You do?

Cass: Mm-hmm.

Frankie: Why?

Cass: Because Mary Frances isn't used to getting loving support from anyone.

Frankie: I'm not?

Cass: Are you?

Frankie: No.

Cass: No.

Cass: Swimming upstream your whole life, bucking Emma's disapproval.

Frankie: Mama was not an overt supporter, that's true.

Cass: And that small town you grew up in, I mean, those people weren't exactly what you'd call open-minded.

Frankie: Their minds shut down at the county line.

Cass: So you told that little world to go to hell, and you reinvented yourself.

Frankie: Yeah, I guess I did.

Cass: Yeah.

Frankie: Had to.

Cass: Yeah. But those days are over. You have somebody who really loves you now. So no more reinventing, ok?

Frankie: Ok.

Cass: It's you and me, kid. I'm going to back you in whatever you want, so get used to that.

Frankie: Whatever I want?

Cass: Uh-oh. Yeah, anything or-- anything and everything.

Frankie: You know that old barn?

Cass: Old barn? I don't seem to recall any old barn.

Frankie: Behind the house.

Cass: House? I don't seem to recall any house, either.

Frankie: The one we're not going to get.

Cass: Oh, oh, the prairie thing.

Frankie: What would you say if I turned that barn into a spiritual retreat?

Cass: I think local zoning laws prohibit ashrams within a five-mile radius.

Frankie: You just go ahead and laugh, I don't care.

[Phone rings]

Frankie: Winthrop and Winthrop. Yes, hi. Oh.

Frankie: Yes, I see. Thank you.

Cass: Who was it?

Frankie: You can forget about the spiritual barn and the house. Somebody outbid us. We lost it.

Caroline: Great. This is just ducky.

Sam: I'm sorry.

Caroline: First I move heaven and earth to get this one-man show--

Sam: Please try to understand.

Caroline: Then, when I've done cartwheels and I've rearranged my whole spring schedule to accommodate your whim--

Sam: It's not a whim.

Caroline: You tell me you're not ready.

Sam: Some things have come up.

Caroline: Oh, some things have come up. Now I completely understand.

Sam: With Amanda and me.

Caroline: You know, there seems to be somebody you're forgetting here.

Sam: Who?

Caroline: Me. Do I deserve to have my whole life turned upside down just because you and your wife aren't hitting it off?

Sam: It's serious, Caroline.

Caroline: Well, if it's so serious, let's cancel the show.

Sam: No, please, all I need is a week.

Caroline: Oh, a week? What's that going to do, for heaven's sake?

Sam: My problems will be solved.

Caroline: Oh. Just like that, huh? Well, you're one cockeyed optimist.

Sam: Trust me, just a week. Everything will be very different then.

Ken: Things may get worse before they get better, but you can handle it.

Rachel: Yes, you're right, I can. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to sound--

Ken: Dependent? You didn't. I have a dependency meter. It didn't even register. Listen, just the thought of somebody counting on me strikes terror into my heart. So nobody's going to count on anybody, ok?

Rachel: Ok.

Ken: You know what you need? To get out.

Rachel: Where?

Ken: Well, doesn't matter. Just jump in the car, put the sunroof down, put some traveling music in a tape deck, and cruise.

Rachel: Just drive?

Ken: Well, you can sit back and relax if you want. Let me do the driving. How's that?

Rachel: Tempting.

Ken: Unless you feel you should stay here for Amanda?

Rachel: Oh no, no, I think she'll stay in bed most of the day.

Ken: Then what are we waiting for?

Rachel: Nothing, I guess. I'll go tell Helen and Hilda.

[Doorbell rings]

Rachel: I've got it, Hilda.

Evan: Oh, Rachel, hi.

Rachel: Go away, Evan.

Evan: Come on, hear me out, hear me out. All I need is two minutes. Two minutes, please. For Amanda's sake.

Rachel: You can't come in, Evan.

Evan: Look, I heard what happened to Amanda.

Rachel: She's fine.

Evan: What, she just passed out or something? What?

Rachel: We're really busy here, Evan.

Evan: I just came by to see how she's doing.

Rachel: She'd be doing really fine if you would just leave her alone, ok?

Evan: I'm sure--I hope Sam had nothing to do with this.

Rachel: Sam is not the problem, Evan. You are.

Evan: Ok, fine. Maybe you can give these to her.

Rachel: Good-bye, Evan.

Evan: Don't tell her they're from me.

Rachel: Good-bye, Evan.

Evan: I don't care how you feel or anybody else. I care about Amanda, and I want her to be happy.

Rachel: Fine. Good-bye, Evan.

Rachel: I'll be down in a minute.

Ken: I'll be right here.

Ken: Rachel and I are going out for a drive. We'll talk later.

Paulina: I was right. You are in love with her.

Ken: You're hopeless.

Paulina: It is so obvious.

Ken: Is it?

Paulina: And she's the reason you're backing off.

Ken: No, what I am doing is advocating playing it safe.

Paulina: You're afraid. And I have to tell you something, Ken. I'm not quitting. There is no way I'm giving this up. I belong here.

Michael: An errand?

Bridget: Well, that's what she said.

Michael: I don't believe this. I mean, she knows we have an appointment with Cass. We're 10 minutes late now.

Bridget: Well, now, she did say it was very important.

Michael: I know what's important. What's important is how upset she is over all this.

Bridget: What do you mean?

Michael: She ran out of here because she doesn't want to face what's going on with Mikey, that's all.

Bridget: Oh, yes, well, maybe that's it, perhaps.

Michael: Well, look, I better go see Cass myself.

Mikey: Daddy, look what I built now.

Michael: That's great. That's great.

Bridget: But there's one very good thing that's happened through all of this, you know, Mr. Michael.

Michael: What's that, Bridget? What's that?

Bridget: Well, that you're back home with all of us where you belong.

Michael: I'd say we're all where we belong, Bridget, each and every one of us.

Marley's voice: Jake, we're smothered here-- by my parents, by Vicky, by everyone. Please, Jake, we need some time alone.

Jake: To accomplish what?

Marley: I already told you that. Why won't you do this for me?

Jake: I have disappointed you again, haven't I?

Marley: No.

Jake: Yes, I have. And you know something, Marley, I'll do it again and you'll leave again.

Marley: No, I won't! I keep trying to tell you that I won't!

Jake: You're about a year too late.

[Upbeat French song plays]

P.A. Announcer: Flight number 11 now boarding at gate six.

Donna: Jake! Jake!

Jake: Oh, I don't believe this.

Donna: Jake, please don't do it.

Jake: I'll do whatever I damn well please, Donna.

Donna: Let Marley go.

Jake: Why should I?

Donna: Because it's over. You said yourself it was.

Jake: That's between her and me, isn't it?

Donna: Jake, please. The kindest thing you could do for her is to let her go, to let her get on with her life. It's time for all of us to move on.

Jake: You're talking about you and me, too, aren't you?

Donna: Jake, I care about you. I'll always care about you. But we can't go on having a relationship that hurts everybody we love.

Jake: Nobody can ever find out.

Donna: It's too painful. Come back with me--

Jake: And get the tape? So that our secret will be safe from everybody. Is that what you're going to say?

Donna: It's the only way any of us will have anything worth a future, Jake.

Donna: Where are you going?

Jake: To get your tape.

Frankie: Hey, Cass, look who's here.

Cass: Hey, Georgie!

Frankie: Hey, good to see you.

Cass: Hey. They let you out. I'm so happy for you. Great. Congratulations.

Frankie: We'll see you later.

Cass: He drinks for free tonight--or today.

Frankie: So, why are we here?

Cass: Well, everybody's got to be someplace, right?

Frankie: What's the deal?

Cass: A bottle of your finest champagne, please.

Frankie: Why are we sitting at Tops sipping champagne when you have a full schedule of appointments?

Cass: Well, Michael's and Donna's was the only really important one, and they didn't show.

Frankie: Which is very unlike them.

Cass: Yeah. But it was also very considerate of them because now I can cheer up my bride-to-be.

Frankie: Do I look like I need cheering up?

[Cass laughs]

Cass: You haven't even come close to cracking a smile in hours.

Frankie: You know, I've been thinking.

Cass: I know--about the house and the spiritual barn.

Frankie: And I'm sure you were right.

Cass: Oh, thank you.

Frankie: The roof is probably rotting away, the wiring is a fire hazard, and the plumbing is--

Cass: Hmm.

Frankie: Is old.

Cass: Real old.

Frankie: Cass.

Cass: Money pit.

Frankie: The only thing I really liked about it was the great fireplace.

Cass: Gee, it was a good size, wasn't it?

Frankie: And the oak in the back.

Cass: Such a pretty tree.

Frankie: Perfect for a swing.

Cass: Yeah. And let's not forget the window seat with the initials carved into it. I mean, you can't buy charm like that.

Frankie: J.M. and F.T.

Cass and Frankie: Oh, well. There are other houses.

Frankie: But I was so sure this one was for us.

Cass: And I trust your instincts so much.

Frankie: And I know my bid was low, but I still thought we had a chance. Who could've--who could've bid against us?

Cass: Well, someone who's into the prairie school circa 1890.

Frankie: Right. I hate the prairie-loving dirt bag.

Cass: I hope you don't really mean that.

Frankie: Why?

Cass: Because the prairie-loving dirt bag is sitting right next to you.

Frankie: What?

Cass: Yeah. I worked it out with Fitzy. I wanted to teach you a lesson.

Frankie: You mean, that other bid? The one they accepted? That was yours?

Cass: That was ours. The house is ours. Our fireplace, our perfect oak tree, our window seat, our spiritual barn. It's all ours.

[Frankie screams]

Amanda: They from Evan?

Rachel: Yes. They're lovely, aren't they?

Amanda: Why didn't you throw them out?

Rachel: Oh, I was very tempted to, but we're turning a new leaf around here. No more lies, no more dishonesty.

Amanda: I can appreciate that.

Rachel: There's your mail.

Amanda: Thanks.

Rachel: Amanda, once you're feeling better, I think you'll see all of this a lot differently. Evan will see that and he'll leave you alone.

Amanda: Yeah.

Rachel: I'm not pleased about Evan feeding your head with all sorts of nonsense about Sam.

Amanda: I know.

Rachel: Now, I'm going to go out for a while.

Amanda: You're going out now?

Rachel: Yeah, it's ok, I won't be going for very long. Hilda's here, Helen's here, grandma's here. You'll be just fine, ok?

Amanda: Ok.

Rachel: Get some rest.

Amanda: "Insurance policy"?

Amanda: "Sole beneficiary, Sam Fowler."

Sam: Amanda. What are you reading?

Ken: You tell them now, and all you're going to do is hurt them. That's not what you want.

Paulina: You're the one who called me naive for wanting them to be happy. You say I'm going to hurt them no matter what I do, so what difference does it make?

Ken: It's the timing! Why can't you get that through your head?

Paulina: Just curious--how long do you expect me to wait?

Ken: You got to trust me on this, Paulina, or else you're going to blow your future, your fortune. You're going to blow the whole shooting match!

Paulina: Why do I keep wondering whose side you're really on? Don't you know how difficult this is for me, knowing who I am and not being able to--

Ken: Hey, did I ever say it was going to be easy? Look, I know you're frustrated. I'll try to help--

Rachel: Ken?

Ken: Later.

Rachel: Ken, where did you go?

Ken: Right here. All set?

Rachel: Yeah. Amanda's not real happy that I'm leaving, so it'll have to be a short drive, ok?

Ken: Fine by me.

Rachel: Ok.

Paulina: Paulina Cory.

[Upbeat French song plays]

Man: You ok?

Marley: Mm-hmm.

Man: Yeah?

Marley: Mm-hmm. I'll stay here.

Jamie: Vicky?

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