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Another World Transcript Wednesday 5/3/06

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Rachel: Well, I admire people who are on time. I'm always late myself.

Ken: Actually I'm a little early. I've been driving up and down Bay Road for 10 minutes.

Rachel: Ah, well, you don't have to brag about it. Come on in.

Ken: Thank you. May I say you look absolutely stunning?

Rachel: Why, thank you. So do you.

Ken: Thank you.

Rachel: You said this was going to be a special evening.

Ken: It is.

Rachel: Darling, Ken is here.

Amanda: What's going on around here?

Rachel: I--I don't understand.

Amanda: Well, I can't find anything, for one thing. My bedroom--all the stuff has been moved out.

Rachel: No, darling, that's impossible.

Sam: Well, it's quite simple, actually. I packed everything up.

Amanda: You? Why?

Sam: I thought we should spend tonight at the loft.

[Knock on door]

Lucas: Josie.

Josie: May I come in?

Lucas: Are you ok? Did that nutcase send you something?

Josie: No, no. It's nothing--nothing like that.

Lucas: What is it then?

Josie: Well, I hate to bother you Lucas, but I need your advice about something.

Lucas: What about?

Josie: Oh, that's the picture of Grant Harrison.

Lucas: Yes.

Josie: And his girlfriend.

Lucas: I think.

Josie: I' m sorry I haven't been more help.

Lucas: That's ok. I'm told that the good congressman hasn't been seen around town for the last few days.

Josie: I wonder if we'll ever figure out who she is.

John: Sharlene, what's all this? What are you doing?

Sharlene: She makes me sick.

John: Sharly?

Sharlene: John, whoever this woman is, I want her out of my life. I'm getting rid of her. I hate her.

John: You can't just get rid of her.

Sharlene: She's trying to ruin my life.

John: But she's a part of you.

Sharlene: Not a part I want to hold on to.

John: Sharlene, the two parts of your personality have to be integrated. Dr. Benson explained that to you.

Sharlene: Dr. Benson is wrong.

John: Sharly's anger and her aggressiveness, they're all part of you, a part that you just can't kill off.

Sharlene: John, why are you sticking up for her?

John: I'm not. But this is not another person we're talking about. It's a part of your personality that's been fragmented.

Sharlene: If she's a part of me, why does she hate me?

John: Maybe she doesn't.

Sharlene: She wants to make sure I never forget what I did.

John: Maybe you're just punishing yourself through her.

Sharlene: So what do I do? What do I do? Do I just let her keep going on like this?

John: I don't know, but hating her is not going to help.

Sharlene: So I should make friends with her. Is that what you're saying? That's what you--maybe I should introduce her to the family. "Josie, this is my other personality. She's a lot like me except she's more fun."

John: Come on, Sharlene.

Sharlene: John, how do I tell Josie? How do I tell my daughter that her mother--

John: Sharlene, listen to me. You don't have to say anything until you work this out--until we work it out together.

Sharlene: By getting to know Sharly.

John: By accepting her. I have seen this woman face to face. She's not the devil. She's a strong and feisty woman, but she's--

Sharlene: And I'm not.

John: I didn't say that.

Sharlene: John, you liked her, didn't you?

John: Oh, Sharlene.

Sharlene: John, admit it. You found her--you found her interesting, strong --feisty.

John: All I'm saying is that she is a part of you.

Sharlene: If you say that one more time...

John: Sharlene, we have to find out why she exists.

Sharlene: No, we don't have to do anything. I don't have to do anything, and you don't have any right to tell me that. You don't have to tell me what to do. You act like you understand.

John: Sharlene.

Sharlene: Oh! How can you understand? You have never had another person living inside your body. You've never been tyrannized by someone who knows you when you don't know them. You don't know what it's like.

John: No, I don't. Sharlene, where are you going?

Sharlene: I'm going to quit my job at the Pelican. I have to be in control. I have to call the shots.

John: Ok.

Sharlene: I have to take away everything she has, and I'm going to start by making sure she has nowhere to go. I am going to kill Sharly.

Josie: We've been really worried about you, Lucas.

Lucas: We, we? Who's we?

Josie: Well, the staff of "Sophisticate." Everyone --.

Lucas: Oh, I thought you meant Matthew.

Josie: You haven't said a thing about the hearings.

Lucas: There is nothing to say.

Josie: But Lucas...

Lucas: I'm going to be fine, honey.

Josie: Well, that stupid committee. They're going to let you go, aren't they?

Lucas: Oh, I don't know. I--I testified so I wouldn't have to go to trial, and now everyone seems to be reneging.

Josie: How can they do that?

Lucas: I don't know, but I don't want you to worry about me. You focus on your own career, ok?

Josie: I'm trying.

Lucas: Why, what's the matter?

Josie: My screen test.

Lucas: What about it?

Josie: They pushed it up a week.

Lucas: Oh, well, no one told me.

Josie: Well, they--they called me directly.

Lucas: Well, did they say why?

Josie: No, but they sent me the scene they want me to learn.

Lucas: Oh, well, that's great. Have you been working on it?

Josie: Yes, but I'm--I'm having a little trouble. Lucas, I've never even had an acting class before. I don't know if I am doing this anywhere near right.

Lucas: Ok, I tell you what. We'll get you an acting coach. We'll get it--do it this afternoon.

Josie: I...

Lucas: What?

Josie: Thought maybe you could help me.

Lucas: Uh, me? How?

Josie: Well, read the scene with me. See what you think.

Lucas: Oh, I--I--I--no. Look, I'm no critic.

Josie: You know what you like. And I know you know when something's bad.

Lucas: No, I can't--but--I'm waiting for Iris anyway. I'd love to, but I--

Josie: It's just a short scene.

Lucas: Uh...

Josie: Please?

Lucas: It's a love scene.

Josie: Well, yeah. My character is after you, and you're this big, powerful executive who can turn my whole career around, and, well, I'll do anything to have you do that.

Lucas: Oh. Oh--oh, ok. Ah... well, let's read it. Ah... ah, what are you doing in my office?

Josie: [Laughs]

Lucas: Is that ok?

Josie: That was great. It's great. Do it again.

Lucas: Ok. What--what are you doing in my office?

Josie: I thought you'd never get here.

Lucas: Uh, who let you in here?

Josie: You ask way too many questions, you know that? Then it--it says she kind of slinks up to him seductively.

Lucas: Yeah, yeah. That's just what that says here. Right here. That's what it says. You're right. Yeah.

Josie: Well, how's this?

Lucas: Um, oh--oh. Now what do you think you're doing?

Josie: Relax. This isn't going to hurt a bit. In fact, I can almost guarantee you won't feel a thing. At least for a minute or so.

Iris: What's going on?

Sam: I just thought since you were feeling better that there was no reason not to go home.

Amanda: Alli's having such a good time here swimming everyday. Couldn't we just stay a little longer--

Sam: I spoke to your grandma, and she can stay through the weekend.

Amanda: Oh.

Sam: In fact, Paulina and her and Steven and Alli are all on an ice cream expedition.

Rachel: So, Alli's staying with us and you guys are moving back?

Sam: I got a lot of work to do before Friday, and I need somebody to crack the whip over me and keep my breaks short and sweet.

Amanda: So we are going back to the loft?

Sam: Just till the opening. And then--then I have some plans for us.

Amanda: Oh?

Sam: A surprise.

Amanda: What kind of surprise?

Sam: Well, it involves the two of us being alone. I think we need that.

Amanda: Yeah.

Rachel: Sweetie, do you feel up to this?

Sam: Well, the loft's our home. I--I thought you'd want to be there.

Rachel: Sam, maybe she's not feeling up to it.

Sam: Well, you don't have to do anything. I--maybe make an occasional pot of coffee. Everything's packed. It's in the car.

Amanda: I have some papers from work.

Sam: I got them. We're all set.

Amanda: Can you just give me a minute, all right? I want to talk to my mother.

Sam: Ok.

Ken: Rachel, I--I left the engine running.

Amanda: This'll just take a few minutes, please?

Ken: Sure.

Rachel: Come on, let's go out on the terrace.

Ken: Well, I think I'll go turn the motor off. This promises to be a long one.

Frankie: Hello there.

Cass: Hello there.

Felicia: Hello, you two.

Frankie: Don't you look nice.

Cass: You caught our attention with this bottle here.

Felicia: Oh, well, it will put us in the right mood.

Frankie: For what?

Felicia: Oh, good.

Cass: Well, why don't I finish pouring and we'll find out.

Felicia: Good. Now, I'm sure the two of you are too much in love to even notice, but your wedding is getting closer.

Cass: Mm, I'll drink to that.

Frankie: To our wedding day.

Cass: Here, here.

Felicia: Yes, and to making plans for it. You have, haven't you?

Cass and Frankie: What?

Felicia: Made plans. Oh, Lord, you haven't.

Frankie: Well, you know, we thought about making plans, and it's--we're just so busy.

Cass: ...Something that can-- you know, we can--

Felicia: Not even one plan?

Frankie: No, we have narrowed it down to one day.

Cass: Right, we did do that.

Frankie: So that's one plan.

Cass: That's one.

Frankie: One plan.

Felicia: Ok, ok. How big?

Cass and Frankie: Big?

Felicia: Yes, big.

Cass: You mean like size-wise?

Felicia: That is what big means, yes.

Cass: True.

Frankie: Small.

Cass: And simple.

Frankie: A few friends.

Felicia: And special. I mean, it has to be special.

Cass: Like having it at a racetrack.

Felicia: That really was something.

Cass: It was. It was better than winning the perfecta.

Frankie: So the racetrack has been done already?

Cass: It has been done--very well, I might add. Let's see. Mm, mm, mm. Hey, I got it! How about hang gliding? We jump off a cliff. "I dooo!"

Frankie: Oh, that's a very good idea, my dear, but how many ministers do we know are going to do that?

Cass: Good point she has here.

Frankie: Ooh, I saw this movie once, and it took place in the South Sea Islands. And there was this volcano going--you know, erupting behind them.

Felicia: Oh, wait a minute. I saw that movie. I think Esther Williams was in it.

Cass: Uh, Cindy Williams.

Frankie: Andy Williams.

Cass: Vanessa Williams.

Felicia: Robin Williams.

[All laugh]

Frankie: He's my favorite.

Felicia: Well, I think we've gone overboard with this good mood thing, don't you?

Cass: Yeah, let's serious up here.

Frankie: No more volcanoes.

Cass: Even though I'd love you in a sarong.

Frankie: Wait a minute. It's probably silly.

Cass: Uh-oh.

Frankie: The other night I had this dream.

Cass: Excuse me, I have to go to the men's room.

Felicia: Excuse me, I have to go with him.

Frankie: Guys, what...

Lucas: Nothing is going on here.

Iris: Oh, you mean I didn't see what I thought I saw?

Lucas: We were rehearsing a scene, Iris.

Iris: I can't wait for opening night.

Lucas: Now, listen to me, will you?

Josie: It was for my screen test. They--they sent me this scene.

Lucas: And she wanted me to read her lines with her. That's all.

Iris: Oh, and this rehearsal requires you to be wrapped around him. Is that right?

Lucas: Iris, that's enough. That's all. We were rehearsing a scene, and that's over.

Iris: Yes, well, darling, do I have to remind you that we have a dinner reservation in half an hour? I think maybe you should get dressed, hmm?

Lucas: It'll take me 5 minutes. Josie, you were very good.

Josie: You really think so?

Lucas: Yes, I do.

Iris: Josie.

Josie: Yes?

Iris: Let me put my cards on the table. I think you're getting too dependent on Lucas.

Josie: I've never acted before, Iris.

Iris: Oh, yes, but Lucas has so many important things to do in his life. He just can't coach you through every wrinkle in yours.

Josie: Well, I would think you would understand how important this screen test is for me. I mean, Lucas does.

Iris: Yes, but Lucas is a very understanding man.

Josie: He wouldn't make time for me if he didn't want to.

Iris: Sweetie, whatever you think--and I find it hard to believe that you aren't aware of the fact--you seem to be developing a crush on my man, and I find it very boring.

Josie: You know, you can be pretty cruel sometimes, Iris.

Iris: I'm giving you notice, Josie. Lucas and I are getting married. He is moving into my penthouse, and I'm afraid you just won't be welcome there any time of the day or night.

Josie: You used to be so supportive.

Iris: And you used to be such a sweet little girl.

Josie: Well, I'm a woman now, Iris. I guess you're just gonna have to get used to it.

Rachel: Darling, I don't understand why you think Sam has an ulterior motive.

Amanda: So you think that I should go back to the loft?

Rachel: I think you ought to do whatever you think is right for you and Alli.

Amanda: If only I knew what that was.

Rachel: Darling, Sam seems as though he's working very hard to overcome your problems.

Amanda: I know it seems that way.

Rachel: But if you think that you want to stay here longer, then you're perfectly welcome to. You know that.

Amanda: And what would I say to Sam?

Rachel: I can't answer that.

Amanda: I'm not asking you to. I'm--I'm just confused.

Rachel: I can't make your decisions for you, sweetie.

Amanda: I know, I know. I--he just confuses me, Mom. I never know what he's really thinking.

Rachel: Have you asked him?

Amanda: I've tried.

Rachel: Look, I'll tell you what. Why don't you take the day off tomorrow? I will too, and we'll go for a drive, and we'll talk this all out.

Amanda: Ok.

Rachel: Unless you want me to cancel my plans with Ken.

Amanda: No.

Rachel: I'm perfectly willing to do that.

Amanda: No, you go. I'm just being--I don't know what I'm being. You go and have a good time.

Rachel: You're sure?

Amanda: Yes, I'm sure. I'm fine. Go. You're right. I have to learn to handle this by myself.

Ken: Hey. Still here, huh?

Sam: Mm-hmm.

Ken: You know, I can certainly understand if you want to move back into your own place.

Sam: This mansion, after a while, it begins to feel like a gilded cage.

Ken: Interesting image. Certainly does have everything, doesn't it?

Sam: You know, you'd think with people waiting on you hand and foot, "I could get used to this," but... after a while...

Ken: You begin to feel stifled?

Sam: Exactly.

Ken: Now, if you're not a Cory, it's tough to feel like you really belong.

Sam: It's hard to belong, and it's hard not to feel swallowed up. Be careful.

Ken: Forewarned is forearmed.

Sam: Hmm.

[Doorbell rings]

Mitch: Hey, Sam.

Sam: Hey.

Ken: Hi, Mitch.

Mitch: What are you doing here?

Ken: Taking Rachel to dinner. Any objections?

Rachel: Mitch.

Mitch: I'm sorry. I don't mean to be interrupting. I just thought I might be able to talk to you for a minute.

Rachel: Now?

Mitch: Well, if possible.

Rachel: I--I'm afraid we're just on our way out to dinner.

Ken: And we're running a little late.

Rachel: Why don't you call me first thing in the morning?

Mitch: In the morning.

Rachel: Ok. Excuse us. Good night.

Ken: Good night, all.

Mitch: What is it about that guy?

Sam: I think it's you. I don't think he likes you, and I think it's obvious why.

Mitch: Is Matthew around?

Sam: I haven't seen him.

Amanda: You know, I think I saw him down by the tennis courts.

Sam: See you, big brother.

Mitch: Ok.

Sam: You ready to go?

Amanda: Can I just have a minute?

Sam: What is it now?

Amanda: Well, I just forgot something. Come on, Mitch, I will walk you out.

Mitch: Is Matthew playing tennis?

Amanda: He's not home.

Mitch: Excuse me?

Amanda: I needed to talk to you privately.

Mitch: What's going on?

Amanda: I, um... I think Sam may be trying to hurt me. Do you think that's possible? (Dialing phone)

Mitch: What do you mean hurt you?

Amanda: Deliberately.

Mitch: Wait a minute.

Amanda: I know this sounds crazy.

Mitch: It sounds very strange.

Amanda: Shh!

Mitch: You're talking about your husband.

Amanda: Keep your voice down, please.

Mitch: Why would he hurt you?

Amanda: To get even.

Mitch: For what?

Amanda: For what I did to him.

Mitch: No, no, no, no. That doesn't sound like Sam.

Amanda: Look, you haven't spent time with Sam lately. He's changed.

Mitch: How has he changed?

Amanda: He used to be direct. And now he's not. Now he has secrets.

Mitch: It doesn't mean that he's irrational.

Amanda: You don't live with him, Mitch.

Mitch: Look, wait a minute. You know, if he's acting angry, if he's angry for something, then there's a reason.

Amanda: This isn't just anger.

Mitch: Look, if he's acting strangely, then there's still a reason--

Amanda: All right, then I should know why, right? Ok, it's my fault. I made a terrible mistake. I deserve to be punished but not like this.

Mitch: How is he punishing you?

Amanda: That's what I was telling you. It's nothing--it's nothing overt. He says that he's forgiven me for what happened.

Mitch: Then why don't you accept that?

Amanda: Because I can't believe him.

Mitch: Is it that or because you're still feeling guilty?

Amanda: I'm not just imagining this, Mitch.

Mitch: What are you talking about? Imagining? Imagining what?

Amanda: I haven't told you all the things that he's done.

Mitch: Well, I'm listening. Just tell me.

Amanda: All right, he keeps frightening me.

Mitch: In what way?

Amanda: My car. Out of the blue, all of a sudden, my brakes conked out. The lines had been cut.

Mitch: You're blaming that on Sam?

Amanda: Normally, I would never do something like that, but then he went and he had the car towed. Took--took it away to a junkyard and bought me a new car.

Mitch: What? And that is supposed to be frightening?

Amanda: Don't you think he would've at least had it checked out to find out what was wrong before he did something so drastic as junking?

Mitch: Look, I think whatever he did; he did it for his own reasons.

Amanda: There are other things.

Mitch: Such as?

Amanda: I found a receipt for a gun.

Mitch: He bought a gun?

Amanda: He denies having bought it. He says that it was all just a mistake. There are too many mistakes, Mitch.

Mitch: Look, you know, I keep hearing all these accusations about your husband. But, you know, for some reason, I--I think back over things, and all I can remember is that all he's ever done is love you and be very supportive of you.

Amanda: I knew you would react this way.

Mitch: No, I'm not just reacting this way. Look, have you told him that you're afraid of him?

Amanda: I can't.

Mitch: You can't, or is it because you're off base?

Amanda: I'm not.

Mitch: You're not off base? What about Evan Bates?

Amanda: I knew this was a mistake to talk to you.

Mitch: Look, what does he have to do with this? What part has he played in this?

Sam: Did you find Matthew?

Amanda: No, it must have been the yard man down by the tennis court.

Mitch: I need to get going. Felicia's waiting for me.

Sam: I'll walk you out. Mitch, were you and Amanda arguing about something?

Mitch: I think you need to keep an eye on Amanda. She's--she's shaky.

Sam: Yeah, I know.

Amanda: Come on, Evan, be there.

Sam: You ready to go?

Amanda: I just wanted to make a phone call.

Sam: Can't you make it from home?

Amanda: Yeah, sure.

Rachel: I thought you said you had made reservations.

Ken: Chez moi. Best cuisine in town. You won't be disappointed, I assure you.

Rachel: Well, it looks very 3 star.

Ken: This set of china I got in Macau, of all places. It is 200 years old.

Rachel: So you're a gourmet cook?

Ken: Oh, no, not me.

Rachel: We're ordering out?

Ken: No. There is a man in the kitchen mixing and stirring even as we speak. I told you about him when you were here the first time. He's been with me for years. But you mustn't let a word of this get out, because if I ever lost him--perish the thought. The man is a culinary genius.

Rachel: Well, that whets my appetite.

Ken: Ah, I have a fine old wine. For that, please, have a seat, and I'll get you a glass. There you are. I hope you like it, "Nectar from the Loire valley".

Rachel: Mm, it's very good.

Ken: I'm glad you approve. I'm also glad you agreed to get out of that household for a while.

Rachel: Did I look like I was going stir crazy?

Ken: Hmm, change is good for us all. You comfortable?

Rachel: Yes.

Ken: We haven't had a formal toast, have we?

Rachel: No.

Ken: "To the night, thief of sight. May blessed blindness bring heart's delight." Chaucer.

Cass: Forget it. Just--I don't want--forget it. Forget it. I know that look. She wants me to pry it out of her, and I'm not about to do that.

Frankie: No, it's not that. It's just that I'm not sure I should tell you.

Felicia: Why, honey?

Cass: You wouldn't believe the ideas she's come up with this wedding.

Frankie: You see? You'll think it's dumb.

Felicia: No. No, we won't.

Cass: I will.

Felicia: No, we won't, Cass. Now, you be quiet. Go ahead, honey. Tell us your dream.

Frankie: Niagara Falls.

Felicia: Niagara?

Cass: Falls.

Frankie: Oh, you see? I was right. It's dumb.

Cass: Well, I--I wouldn't say that. Would you, Felicia?

Felicia: No, no, of course I wouldn't.

Cass: A little on the traditional side.

Felicia: Well, now, you know it's funny. That was my first thought.

Cass: But then, there's a lot of tradition going around these days.

Felicia: That's right.

Frankie: You see, in my dream it was so beautiful, because the falls were roaring behind us, and we were surrounded by mist when we were saying our vows.

Cass: Were we in barrels?

Frankie: My grandma and grandpa Ordway got married at Niagara Falls in 1910.

Felicia: Did they?

Frankie: Yes, they did, and they lived happily ever after for over 50 years.

Cass: Well, good for them. Hey, we could always charter the maid of the mist.

Felicia: You know, the more I think about it--

Cass: Honeymoon in scenic Buffalo.

Felicia: The more I like it.

Frankie: You do?

Cass: What? You do?

Felicia: Yeah. I mean, you know, it's so passť that it almost is in.

Frankie: So--so--so it's not out of the question then?

Cass: Nothing is ever out of question with you and me.

Felicia: Oh, I can just see us all in little rain slickers. And you guys with a rainbow behind you.

Frankie: Oh, that'd be nice.

Cass: Rain slickers.

Felicia: Well, there's heavy mist up there.

Frankie: Yeah.

Felicia: I like it.

Sharlene: John, let me handle this, ok?

John: All right.

Sharlene: Al.

Al: Hey, Sharly.

Sharlene: I'm giving my notice.

Al: Huh?

Sharlene: I'm quitting.

Al: You're kidding.

Sharlene: No, I want to thank you for everything you've done for me, but I--

Al: Wait a second. What is this? You want a raise?

Sharlene: No.

Al: You got it.

Sharlene: No, I don't--

Al: A buck an hour, two, 3.

Sharlene: No, Al, goodbye.

Al: You can't do this to me, Sharly. You're the best hostess I've ever had.

Sharlene: I'm sorry.

Al: You're sorry? What about all the guys? They won't know what to do without you.

Sharlene: What guys?

Al: What guys, she says. All the gentlemen who only come in here because you're here. Hey, you know better than I.

Sharlene: No--no, I don't know. I don't know. What guys? Why do they come in here because of me?

Sharlene: What did I do, Al?

John: Sharlene...

Sharlene: No, he has to tell me.

John: It's ok. Just calm down.

Sharlene: No, I'm not going to calm down until I find out what Sharly has been doing.

Al: I don't get it.

Sharlene: What did I do with those men?

Al: What is going on here? How the hell do I know what you do with them? All I know is that the guys like you. What are you getting so worked up about?

Sharlene: John.

John: She's been under a lot of pressure lately, Al.

Al: I guess so.

John: Quitting this job will really help a lot.

Al: Well, if you say so, but she's not going to be easy to replace.

John: I'm sorry. That's the way it has to be.

Al: Well, she's always got a job here. If she gets better, you tell her that, huh?

John: We'll be in touch.

Al: Thanks, John.

Frankie: Hey, guys. You're not leaving yet, are you?

John: Yeah, we are.

Frankie: No, but you can't. Because we're making hot wedding plans over there, and I want you guys to put your two cents in.

Sharlene: John, I want to go home.

John: Sharlene isn't feeling well. I'm not either. We're going to go.

Frankie: Ok, look--

Sharlene: Sorry, Frankie.

Frankie: You two take care, ok?

John: Yeah.

Cass: What's with Sharlene?

Felicia: Yeah, she doesn't look very well.

Frankie: I am really worried about her. You know, a couple of months ago, she and John were happy newly-weds, and now they're having real problems.

Cass: Yeah, but that's the great thing about being married. You never face your problems alone. Right?

Frankie: Right.

Rachel: So you believe this chamber of gold really exists?

Ken: It's well-documented.

Rachel: I thought it was apocryphal.

Ken: No, until recently. Documents have just been discovered both in the Incan side and from Pizarro's conquistadors. Well, you know the story. The Incan king...

Rachel: Atahualpa.

Ken: Atahualpa, right. Promised to fill a chamber of gold if Pizarro would let him go free. Pizarro agreed. The chamber was filled with gold. Then Pizarro reneged on his promise, and Atahualpa was killed anyway. Story has it that the Incan gods were so infuriated that they created this tremendous earthquake, and the room was buried.

Rachel: So you think you can find the room.

Ken: I'll find it. As sure as I'm going to have seconds on this Salmon en Croute.

Rachel: But other people have looked for the room and haven't found it. What makes you think you can?

Ken: I found the sacred Anasazi vessels.

Rachel: We found the sacred Anasazi vessels.

Ken: That's right. We did.

Rachel: You're not going to say anymore about it, are you?

Ken: Not yet.

Rachel: So what are you going to do with all this gold if you find it?

Ken: Become a very rich man.

Rachel: I thought you liked living on the edge.

Ken: Oh, I did, until I met you.

Rachel: I don't follow.

Ken: I want to try to convince you that I'm not just after you for your money.

Rachel: Are you after me?

Sam: So, you ready?

Amanda: Ready for what?

Sam: To hear about your surprise.

Amanda: Right, the surprise.

Sam: I'm amazed you haven't dragged it out of me already.

Amanda: Well, what is it? I'm dying to know.

Sam: Well, first sit down. Let's have some wine.

Amanda: I really don't want any.

Sam: Come on, one glass.

Amanda: Sam, come on. What is it?

Sam: All right. Well, before Jamie left for France, I asked him if I could borrow his boat for the weekend, so we could sail around Lake Michigan, just the two of us. What do you think?

Amanda: Good, that's great.

Sam: You don't sound very excited.

Amanda: No, no, I am. I--I just--

Sam: What?

Amanda: Well, I heard the weather report, and--and it's supposed to rain all weekend.

Sam: So we get a little wet.

Amanda: Maybe we should wait until the summer.

Sam: Why?

Amanda: It'll be warmer.

Sam: I can't believe you're being such a drag about this.

Amanda: I'm not. I just don't like sailing in stormy weather, Sam.

Sam: Well, weathermen can be wrong. Certainly you've noticed that.

Amanda: Still, I think maybe we would be better off waiting until the summer.

Sam: Well, there's always an alternative. We can just hole up here for the weekend. I mean, we can--we can read, relax, order in. I mean, it doesn't matter where we are, as long as we're together. Right?

Amanda: Right. Right.

[Alarm blares] What is that?

Sam: Oh, it's the elevator. It's been acting up. I'll go check.

Amanda: Can you go?

Sam: Yeah.

Amanda: Somebody might be stuck or something.

Sam: Ok.

[Alarm continues to blare]

Amanda: Evan, be there. The machine. Great. Come on, beep already.

[Alarm stops]

Amanda: Evan, it's me Amanda. Are you there? I'm at the loft. Sam has moved all of our things back here without even telling me. I need to see you. I think he's planning something. And your instincts were right. This problem is becoming rather a bother. So if you can, I can really use your help.

Sam: Who are you talking to?

Amanda: Ah, it's business. I'm talking to a machine. So I'll get back to you as soon as I can. Is everything all right with the elevator?

Sam: Yeah, I fixed it. Is there a problem at work?

Amanda: What?

Sam: Well, that sounded serious.

Amanda: That--no, no. It's just a legal thing with the magazine, and it's too boring to go into.

Sam: I doubt it was boring.

Amanda: What?

Sam: I doubt it had anything to do with work.

Amanda: Sam...

Sam: You were talking to Cass, weren't you?

Amanda: Cass? I don't understand.

Sam: I found this. Were you just going to handle all this without telling me?

Amanda: Sam, look, it's not-- it's not what it--what it seems. It doesn't mean anything.

Sam: I think it means a lot.

Amanda: No, no.

Sam: If you want a divorce, Amanda, why don't you just tell me?

Josie: There you are.

Sharlene: Josie.

Josie: I was just about to leave you guys a note.

Sharlene: What are you doing out here? Did something happen?

Josie: No, no, everything's fine.

Sharlene: Then what are you--

Josie: Do I need a reason to drop by? I had the evening free, and I just wanted to see you guys.

John: That's very nice of you, Josie.

Josie: Mama, you've got to let me borrow this dress.

Sharlene: No, Josie.

Josie: Oh, come on. It's so outrageous. I love it. But how come you do?

Sharlene: What?

Josie: Well, I mean, it's just not your usual style, and, Mama, it's pretty expensive.

Sharlene: Well--

Josie: You talked her into this, didn't you, John? No, I know, I know, I know. It was Frankie.

Sharlene: No, Josie, it wasn't anybody.

Josie: Well, I think it's terrific. Try it on for me.

Sharlene: No.

Josie: Oh, come on.

Sharlene: Josie, actually, I don't--I don't really like it.

Josie: I bet it looks fantastic. Right, John?

Sharlene: Your mother looks good in anything, Josie.

Josie: You know, Mama, people can't even believe that you are my mother--

Sharlene: Josie, I'm giving these away, sweetheart.

Josie: What?

Sharlene: I don't... they're just not right. They're not right. I'm getting rid of them.

Josie: Well, then give them to me.

Sharlene: No.

Josie: But you just said you're going to give them away.

Sharlene: Josie, you are not wearing these dresses.

Josie: What's wrong with you, Mama?

John: Your mother's been a little tense lately. Things have gotten kind of--kind of complicated. It's nice of you to drop by, but maybe another time would be better.

Josie: Ok. I don't understand. Did I say something to --

Sharlene: No, Josie, honey, you didn't do anything wrong.

Josie: But something is wrong.

Sharlene: Honey, everything's going to be fine. You just take care of yourself, ok? Everything is going to be fine.

Josie: John, what's going on?

John: Your mother and I just need some time alone.

Sharlene: Jos, honey, I love you.

Josie: I love you, Mama.

Sharlene: Go on? Shh. I'm ok.

Josie: Ok.

Sharlene: I'm sorry, honey. How long can I keep it from her?

John: It's up to you.

Sharlene: How do I tell her, John? How do I tell my only child that things--that I may never, never be the same?

Iris: Lucas, you just seem to have a blind spot as far as that girl is concerned.

Lucas: You're absolutely wrong.

Iris: Perhaps you see in her the daughter you never found.

Lucas: Oh, thank you, Sigmund Wheeler.

Iris: It's my pleasure. The trouble is, I don't think she sees you as exactly a father figure.

Lucas: Meaning what?

Iris: Oh, come on, Lucas, for heaven's sake. Josie is coming on to you.

Lucas: Wait a minute. Wait a minute. Do I detect a little note of jealousy here?

Iris: Yes, as a matter of fact, you do. So I think the sooner that we get married, the healthier it will be for all concerned.

Lucas: Excuse me.

Iris: Where are you going?

Lucas: Fanny.

Felicia: Hello, Luke.

Lucas: Hi, are we interrupting anything?

Frankie: Oh, no, we were just-- oh, hello. We're just making wedding plans.

Cass: Yeah, you two ought to know all about that.

Felicia: Have you set a date yet?

Iris: No, not yet. But that's on our agenda for this evening. Isn't it, darling? I think we should find a table till the place fills up. Bye, see you.

Lucas: Bye, all.

Frankie: Bye.

Cass: Bye.

Frankie: Why do I get the feeling that that wedding is never going to take place?

Cass: And why do I get the impression it won't be because of Iris?

Frankie: Lucas and Iris are perfect for each other.

Mitch: A real match made in hell.

Frankie: So, what do we really feel about Niagara Falls?

Cass: Lot of water.

Frankie: And that's the whole point. You know, all those wonderful ions creating a very special energy.

Cass: I love it when you talk like that.

Ken: Have you lost your appetite? Have I upset you?

Rachel: What if I'm not ready for a serious relationship?

Ken: How about a frivolous relationship?

Rachel: Ah, there's a thought.

Ken: We do get along awfully well.

Rachel: Yes.

Ken: Both personally and professionally.

Rachel: Sometimes.

Ken: I was thinking of asking you to come along with me on this project.

Rachel: To Peru?

Ken: Ever seen a chamber filled with gold?

Rachel: Are you serious?

Ken: Take a look at this. Here's the area we'll be digging in. It's rainforest--exactly the opposite from Arizona, but in its own way just as beautiful.

Rachel: The Amazon.

Ken: Mm-hmm.

Rachel: Are we going to be near the Amazon?

Ken: Very near. Come with me. What can I do to convince you?

Rachel: No.

Ken: What's wrong?

Rachel: I can't go on this trip with you.

Ken: I'm not asking for a life- long commitment, you know? I would just like your company, and your help on what could be a very important archeological expedition.

Rachel: I don't think you have only archeology on your mind.

Ken: Well, what's wrong with mixing a little business with pleasure? I laid next to you in that tent for a long time, thinking about what it would be like to make love with you.

Rachel: What?

Ken: Don't tell me you're shocked. You thought about it too, didn't you? Didn't you?

Rachel: No.

Ken: What?

Rachel: No. It's not time for this now. Excuse me, I'm going to have to go.

Ken: I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to push you. Let me--

Rachel: It's all right.

Ken: ...Let me drive you home.

Rachel: No. No, I want to be alone. I'll find a cab.

Ken: What--

Rachel: Thank you for dinner.

Amanda: No.

Sam: No?

Amanda: No, I don't want a divorce, no.

Sam: You don't? Then why...

Amanda: It's research.

Sam: Research?

Amanda: Yes, for an article that I've been doing.

Sam: But you're a publisher.

Amanda: I know, but I still like to keep my hand in the writing aspect of it.

Sam: When do you have time to do any writing?

Amanda: It's not really that time consuming. I--in fact, soon I am going to have somebody collaborating with me, so it's... no.

Sam: No?

Amanda: I'm not going to do this anymore.

Sam: Good.

Amanda: You deserve to know the truth.

Sam: Yes, I do.

Amanda: There's something very wrong between us, Sam. And I'm not sure what it is. I mean, I know that I--I did a terrible thing. And I'm sorry.

Sam: I know that.

Amanda: I thought you had forgiven me.

Sam: I have.

Amanda: I wanted to believe that we'd be able to work things out, but I just don't see that happening.

Sam: What are you talking about?

Amanda: I'm worried, Sam. That's why I went to Cass.

Sam: So you--you do want a divorce?

Amanda: It's the only way. I don't know what else to do.

John: Sharlene, what are you doing?

Sharlene: I am getting rid of everything that belongs to her.

John: Do you really think that's a good idea?

Sharlene: Are you afraid to make her mad? Well, I'm not. I want her out of my life. I want her to die.

John: Sharlene.

Sharlene: I want her to die, John.

John: This is not the answer.

Sharlene: Is there one?

John: We have to find out why she exists.

Sharlene: I don't want to find out.

John: Sharlene, look. Sharlene.

Sharlene: I don't...

John: What are you afraid of?

Sharlene: Of what Al said about the men.

John: No, no. You wouldn't let that happen.

Sharlene: I did it before, John, after Floyd died.

John: I know, but--

Sharlene: You--John, could you face that? Could you face it if Sharly's turned me into a whore again?

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