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Another World Transcript Thursday 5/4/06

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Paulina: Mrs. Cory?

Rachel: Good morning, Paulina.

Paulina: Mrs. Hobson wanted to know if you wanted some breakfast.

Rachel: Not this morning, thank you.

Paulina: She made popovers.

Rachel: Oh, she's trying to tempt me, is she? No thanks.

Paulina: Are you sure? I could bring something out for you.

Rachel: I'm not hungry.

[Doorbell rings]

Paulina: I'll get that.

Rachel: If that's for me, I'm not home to anyone.

Paulina: Sure.

Evan: Well, this must have came in last night.

Amanda's voice: Evan, it's me, Amanda. Are you there? I'm at the loft. Sam's moved all of our things back here without even telling me. I need to see you. I'm afraid he's planning something. Your instincts were right. This project is becoming very problematic. I could use your help. I'll get back to you later.

Evan: Good, it's working. Now let's see what I can do to help.

[Busy signal]

Sam: Where are you going?

Amanda: I thought I heard something.

Sam: Yeah, like what?

Amanda: Uh, somebody calling. Maybe they were stuck in the elevator.

Sam: I didn't hear anything. If somebody is stuck, they will ring the alarm.

Amanda: Yeah, I guess you're right. I just wish they would fix that stupid thing.

Sam: Super says he's waiting for a part. It'll be in this afternoon.

Amanda: You know, the way the doors are stuck open, you can see right down the shaft. Somebody can really get hurt.

Sam: I know. That's another reason I didn't want Alli here yet. Did you make coffee?

Amanda: Yeah, there's no milk.

Sam: That's ok. I'm used to drinking it black.

Amanda: Since when?

Sam: Since I never remember to buy milk.

Amanda: [Sighs]

Sam: You want some?

Amanda: No, thanks.

Sam: You were pretty restless last night.

Amanda: I'm sorry if I kept you awake.

Sam: [Sighs] You went to see Cass about a divorce, Amanda. I don't think I was going to saw logs under any circumstances.

Amanda: I told you I just went to see what our options were.

Sam: You act like you're talking about buying aluminum siding or life insurance or something.

Amanda: It's not what I want. I...

Sam: Things are getting better between us, aren't they? I mean, they were.

Amanda: Sometimes it seems that way. And then there are other times--

Sam: What?

Amanda: What if we never really open up to each other again? Then what--

Sam: We're going to make it, Amanda. Alli needs us.

Amanda: The way we are living is so tense. It's not good for anybody, especially Alli.

Sam: I'm working on that.

Amanda: How? You do things and you don't even let me know about them. I don't understand your mind at all anymore. I just wish you would talk to me.

Sam: I'm tired of talking! It didn't change anything, did it? I'm tired of letting things happen to us. I'm going to take charge from now on.

Amanda: And what about me? Don't I get any say in any of this?

Sam: Well, of course you do. But I'm just not gonna sit back and let people like Evan walk all over our lives!

Amanda: Sam, stop it!

Sam: I want to look after you like I did when we were first married.

Amanda: Life was simple then.

Sam: It can be again.

Amanda: You--I'm different and so are you.

Sam: But we still love each other, don't we? I just didn't handle things.

Amanda: I don't understand. What are you talking about?

Sam: You wanted to show that you could manage on your own and I let you try. But you needed me, and I didn't see that. And then you were working with Evan and--

Amanda: Sam, what about now?

Sam: You want to show everybody how strong you are, even me, but I want you to be able to lean on me a little bit.

Amanda: It's not that easy.

Sam: But things were getting better, weren't they? I know they were. And then at your birthday party, you got that broken-up doll and you just shut down. I mean, it's like you're scared of me or something.

Amanda: You're pushing so hard.

Sam: Well, you are frightened, aren't you? What have I done?

[Alarm ringing]

Sam: Talk to me-- you're right. It is the elevator. I'm gonna go check on it. I'll be right back. Don't go anywhere. We're not finished.

[Amanda sighs]

Michael: Hey, hi.

Vicky: Morning, hi.

Michael: Come on in.

Vicky: Thanks.

Michael: How are you doing? What's the occasion? To what do I owe this visit?

Vicky: Actually, I wanted to catch Mom before she went to work.

Michael: Oh, sorry, you're too late. She left about an hour ago.

Vicky: Oh. She must be really into the job. I can remember when she wasn't up before 10:00.

Michael: Well, you can also remember when Mikey wasn't in her life.

Vicky: Yeah, tell me about it. Steven was up at 5 a.m.

Michael: 5 a.m.? Oh, no. By the way, would you like some breakfast? Something to eat?

Vicky: I never turn down food.

Michael: Good.

Vicky: Where is Mikey?

Michael: Upstairs playing.

Vicky: Do you find it at all strange that Mom spends so much time at Visions?

Michael: Uh-uh. No, I mean, she got her wish. She wanted to run a company and she's doing it. And she's doing it quite well, I might add.

Vicky: What about Jake?

Michael: What about Jake?

Vicky: Well, they seem to be getting along. I find it amazing. I thought I would never see the day.

Michael: You want to know the truth?

Vicky: Mm-hmm.

Michael: I wish she had another partner.

Vicky: But you accept that he is her partner?

Michael: Hey, the business is successful. Your mother's happy. She's committed to the business, and it's not worth fighting over.

Vicky: You two are really getting along, aren't you?

Michael: Yeah, we're getting along better than we have in an awful long time. Yeah, we don't agree on everything.

Vicky: Like what?

Michael: [Sighs] Custody battle.

Vicky: Oh. Yeah, Mom's really trying to drag it out, isn't she?

Michael: Not just that, Victoria.

Vicky: What? What else has happened?

Michael: Your mother lied to the Millers.

Vicky: Again?

Michael: Yeah. You know the--well, the Millers have a court order that allows them to see Mikey when they want to.

Vicky: Yeah, I know.

Michael: Well, your mother lied to the Millers and told them that Mikey's been sick all week. They have missed every single appointment that they have had with him. And to make matters worse, they know that she lied to them.

Vicky: Oh, brother.

Michael: Yeah, it's bad.

Vicky: She never learns, does she?

Michael: Victoria, I think your mother suffers from terminal short-sightedness. I...

Vicky: In the end, she never gets what she wants.

Michael: Well, I certainly hope that doesn't happen this time.

Vicky: Me, too.

Jake: I thought I heard something.

Donna: Just me.

Jake: Well, what brings you here so early in the morning?

Donna: It's not that early. I have to go over the books for May.

Jake: Is that all?

Donna: Well, we have to give the bank a financial report next week. Croissant?

Jake: No time for breakfast with Mike, huh?

Donna: No. What are you staring at?

Jake: You.

Donna: Well, I have to get some of this work done before it becomes totally unmanageable. I've gotten really behind with this thing with Mikey.

Jake: Seems to me that Michael's the one you have been spending all the time with.

Donna: We're very concerned about this custody case.

Jake: Oh, give me a break.

Donna: I don't want to discuss it.

Jake: Do you think I'm blind, Donna?

Donna: The subject is closed, Jake.

Jake: Not to me it's not. I'm right smack in the middle.

Donna: If you're worried that Victoria is going to tell--

Jake: I'm not, Donna, but I'll bet you are.

Donna: Well, of course I am.

Jake: Especially since you're back in the sack with Michael.

Paulina: Mrs. Cory is not here.

Ken: Really she isn't here, or she just doesn't want to see me?

Paulina: She's not seeing anyone.

Ken: Why? What's wrong?

Paulina: I'm not sure.

Ken: Tell her I'm here.

Paulina: No, I can't do that. I'm already in enough trouble as it is.

Ken: All right. Never mind, I'll take care of it myself.

Paulina: No, you are not going in-- Mrs. Cory, I am so sorry.

Ken: Good, you are here.

Paulina: He just walked--

Ken: ...Walked right in.

Paulina: He did. I tried to stop him.

Ken: I need to talk to you.

Rachel: I have nothing to say to you.

Ken: That's bull, and you know it.

Paulina: Would you like me to do something?

Ken: Yes, I'd like you to give us a little privacy, please.

Rachel: It's all right, Paulina.

Ken: Is there some place we can go where we won't be interrupted?

Rachel: Look, I don't even want to talk to you.

Ken: I want to apologize for last night. Please, let me try to make things better. I--I was just feeling so comfortable with you that I--I guess I got carried away.

Rachel: Look, it was a mistake. You don't have to go on and on about it.

Ken: I wasn't thinking. I--I probably should have been more sensitive.

Rachel: All right, you've said enough, please.

Ken: I--I know things have been very hard for you since Mac. But what I was feeling last night, I wasn't the only one... was I?

Jake: It's true, isn't it? You and Michael.

Donna: Yes.

Jake: Great. That's just great.

Donna: Jake, please try to understand.

Jake: Why?

Donna: Because he's been the most important man in my life.

Jake: Well, I thought that was all in the past, Donna.

Donna: He's a part of me. He always has been. I've been in love with him since I was 16 years old. He's the father of my children.

Jake: What does that make me?

Donna: A friend. Probably the best friend I've ever had.

Jake: A friend?

Donna: That's all we ever should have been to each other.

Jake: We were good together, Donna. Hell, we were great.

Donna: It was one time.

Jake: No, it wasn't. It was months... months of finding out who we really were. Fighting how we really felt about each other.

Donna: Things just got a little out of control, that's all.

Jake: No, they didn't. We didn't just make a mistake, Donna, and fall into bed together one night. We knew exactly what we were doing. I remember your face.

Donna: I was very upset.

Jake: It wasn't just that. You looked into my eyes, and you knew exactly what I was feeling. There were no secrets, Donna.

Donna: Well, there's going to be one now.

Jake: Look at me. Making love with you was as right as anything I have done in my entire life. Please, don't make this into a one-night stand.

Donna: I didn't realize this meant so much to you.

Jake: What about what it meant to you?

Donna: It doesn't matter.

Jake: Of course it matters.

Donna: It can't. I had to choose. I chose Michael. If you can't accept that, then we can't work together.

Jake: I don't buy that.

Donna: We can't talk about it anymore. If you keep bringing it up, I may have to share my-- sell my share.

Jake: So we just sweep this under the rug, huh? I check in the clock in the morning, and I check out at night.

Donna: Jake, this isn't just for me. It's for Marley, too.

Jake: Marley, right. I forgot.

Donna: I'll give you some time to think it over.

Jake: I don't need time to think it over. It doesn't matter what we say or what we don't say. You'll never forget that night.

Donna: No, I won't.

Marley: [Breathes heavily] Please move.

Jamie: Not until you listen to me.

Marley: We talked last night.

Jamie: And I said too much. That's what I wanted to say to you. I mean, who am I to lecture anybody about their personal life?

Marley: I don't know. Who are you?

Jamie: The man who had a wonderfully successful relationship with your sister.

Marley: Ah ha.

Jamie: So, if I came off like a big brother, forgive me.

Marley: Pompous older brother, maybe.

Jamie: What did you say?

Marley: Nothing.

Jamie: Was that word "pompous"?

Marley: I couldn't decide between pompous and--

Jamie: And what?

Marley: Supercilious. Pretentious. Bombastic.

Jamie: No, you didn't.

Marley: [Screams]

Vicky: What I find amazing is that you always forgive her.

Michael: Victoria, now, come on.

Vicky: Well, you do. No matter what.

Michael: Well, I've been--I've been given an awful lot of forgiveness.

Vicky: If you hadn't left, there--

Michael: I know, I know. Look, I did what I thought was right. I did the best I could. And now what I have to do is give your mother a little trust.

Vicky: Yeah.

Michael: She never really had much of that, you know?

Vicky: I guess I never really thought about it.

Michael: Well, think about your grandfather. I mean, that was her first experience with trust. I mean, she doesn't know much about it. And personally, I feel that trust is something you can build a solid marriage on.

Vicky: I hope you're right.

Michael: Oh, I'm right. I'm right. My marriage to your mother means everything to me. I tried living without her.

Vicky: I remember.

Michael: It didn't work.

Vicky: Well, I'm--I'm glad that you're back together.

Michael: Hi.

Donna: Hi. Glad you're still here.

Vicky: Hi, Mom.

Donna: Hi, Victoria.

Michael: I didn't expect to see you until dinner.

Donna: Uh, I didn't know you were coming by.

Vicky: Do I need an invitation to see my Dad?

Donna: Of course you don't.

[Laughs]

Vicky: Bye.

Michael: Bye.

Vicky: I'll leave you two alone. I have to run some errands before I see Steven.

Donna: Is he with Bridget?

Vicky: Yes, he's staying with us while Jamie is in France.

Donna: Oh, good. Give him a kiss for me.

Michael: Bye.

Vicky: Bye.

Michael: Hi.

Donna: Is there any coffee left?

Michael: Sure is. Here, use my cup. So what happened to all that work you were going to tackle?

Donna: Still there.

Michael: Yeah?

Donna: I just couldn't concentrate.

Michael: Why not?

Donna: I think I got my priorities twisted. Am I forgiven?

Michael: Well, that all depends on what you've done.

Jamie: Where did the day go?

Marley: After 5 laps around the pool and you can still say that?

Jamie: You know, I thought for one tiny little moment there that you were actually going to beat me.

Marley: I was.

Jamie: What?

Marley: [Laughs] But I--I thought your male ego would be bruised forever, so I just decided--

Jamie: No, no, no, wait. Are you trying to tell me that you actually let me win?

Marley: Mm-hmm.

Jamie: I demand a rematch.

Marley: Ok.

[Laughter]

Jamie: All right. But I got to get [Indistinct]. I don't want to miss the next speaker. Hold on one second. Frame and Love, s'il vous plait.

Man: Oui.

Marley: Why--why do I get the feeling that this medical convention isn't everything you expected?

Jamie: Oh, it's not that.

Marley: What is it? Thank you.

Jamie: Most of it has been fascinating. There are some very distinguished doctors here.

Marley: Mm-hmm.

Jamie: There are.

Marley: [Laughs]

Jamie: I'm getting a lot out of it. It's, um, very exciting. The lecture this morning, in particular.

Marley: I'll bet.

Jamie: But you know what they say about all work and no play. It's downright unhealthy.

Marley: [Laughs] Is that something you learned here?

Jamie: Let's say I got a refresher course.

Marley: Oh. Well, I--I won't keep you from more important things.

Jamie: Marley, wait. There is a formal dinner tonight after the lecture.

Marley: Oh, the ones where the men sit around in tuxedos and make toasts and smoke their cigars--

Jamie: Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes. I was thinking of skipping it...

Marley: You can't do that.

Jamie: ...If you're free for a late supper.

Marley: No, isn't this your time to rub shoulders with all the big shots and make your connections? This is your chance.

Jamie: Yeah, that's just what I was thinking.

Marley: Now, what about Russ? You said you were going to meet him this evening.

Jamie: Russ knows a lot of these doctors.

Marley: Uh-huh.

Jamie: I hate to think of you having dinner all by yourself.

Marley: Who said I was dining alone?

Jamie: Ouch.

[Laughter]

Marley: Actually, there is a party here this evening.

Jamie: Oh?

Marley: Mm-hmm. It's supposed to be lovely. They're going to decorate and--

Man: [French accent] Madame Love-McKinnon?

Marley: Oui?

Man: Telephone, Madame. An overseas call. They were holding, but the caller said he would call again later.

Marley: Oh, merci.

Man: [Speaking French]

Marley: Oh, that must be Jake. Um, you have a lovely lecture. [Chuckles]

Jamie: Well, you have a nice evening, too.

Marley: I--I plan to.

Jamie: Ok...

[Busy signal]

Amanda: Oh, finally. Be there.

Evan: It's Evan Bates.

Amanda: Hi, it's me. I'm so glad you're home.

Evan: Oh, I've been trying to call you. What's going on?

Amanda: I can't talk long. Sam's going to be back here any second.

Evan: Are you ok?

Amanda: I blew it, Evan.

Evan: What happened?

Amanda: I went to see Cass about a divorce.

Evan: And Sam found out about it?

Amanda: He found literature that Cass had given me. He's been asking me all kinds of questions.

Evan: So what did you tell him?

Amanda: I've been telling him as little as possible. I mean, he is really upset, and it's just the two of us here.

Evan: Ok, this is what you have to do. You just--you have to stay calm.

Amanda: Calm, how? If he's planning to kill me, he's going to have it do soon. Especially now that he knows that I went to Cass.

Evan: All right, then you're gonna have to get out of that loft.

Amanda: I don't want to make him suspicious. I think I hear him coming. I've got to go.

Evan: Amanda.

Amanda: I've got to go.

Evan: Listen, I'm on my way. Amanda.

Amanda: What's going on out there?

Sam: Not much. The elevator is stuck on the floor above. The doors are jammed open. I had to take the stairs.

Amanda: How much stuff is left in the car?

Sam: Just what's in the trunk, maybe a couple of trips.

Amanda: If you're going to be a while, maybe I should just go and check up on some things at work.

Sam: No.

Amanda: Sam, it's ok. We can talk when I get back. I won't be very long.

Sam: I'm not going to talk anymore, Amanda. I don't want a divorce, ever. I promised that I'd love you for the rest of the life, and I'm going to stick by it.

Amanda: Until death do us part.

Sam: What the hell?

Amanda: Oh, my God.

Marley: I can't believe you called.

Jake: Why? You left without even saying good-bye. Are you all right?

Marley: I'm fine. It is so beautiful here.

Jake: Why don't you send me a postcard?

Marley: It would never do it justice. Oh, Jake, why don't you change your mind and come and join me?

Jake: Jake McKinnon in France. I don't think so. [Laughs]

Marley: I won't even tell you what the women wear to the beach.

Jake: Marley...

Marley: You can't leave.

Jake: It's not a good time, hon.

Marley: I understand. You just remember an offer like this doesn't come around every day.

Jake: When are you coming back?

Marley: I--I haven't decided.

Jake: What I said is not keeping you away, is it?

Marley: No, not at all.

Jake: Because I would hate to think I sent you packing all over again.

Marley: Don't be silly. I needed a vacation. You knew that. But you did make it clear that you weren't terribly thrilled to see me.

Jake: I didn't mean to do that.

Marley: It just came out, right?

Jake: Honey, you were the one that wanted the divorce. You said you didn't want to have anything to do with me.

Marley: I was hurt. I--I just didn't think I would get over it.

Jake: So was I.

Marley: I should have given us more time.

Jake: You couldn't.

Marley: No, not then.

Jake: I know. And now I can't. Are you there?

Marley: Yes, I'm here. I should have known you would get on with your life.

Jake: I don't think I'm good for you. I mean, why press our luck, you know?

Marley: Absolutely. It was a crazy idea. Just forget it.

Jake: It's for the best.

Marley: Yeah. You'll never guess who's staying here.

Jake: Who?

Marley: Jamie.

Jake: You're kidding.

Marley: It's a medical convention.

Jake: Well, it's a small world, isn't it?

Marley: I never got to appreciate Jamie when he was married to Vicky.

Jake: No?

Marley: Well, look at the time. I have to finish getting dressed for dinner.

Jake: Oh. I'm glad you're all right.

Marley: I'm fine. Thank you for calling.

Jake: Sure. You, uh, take care.

Marley: Good-bye.

Donna: That boy gets more beautiful every day.

Michael: Oh, he does, doesn't he? [Chuckles]

Donna: Are you still angry at me for what I did to Eve Miller?

Michael: Oh, Donna. I'm worried, and so is Cass.

Donna: I was just trying to protect Mikey.

Michael: I--I--I know. But you are not doing a very good job of it, I got to tell you.

Donna: [Sighs]

Michael: Look, you've given them cause to call you not only a liar, but you--

Donna: I--I know. I'm sorry.

Michael: Do you know what I mean?

Donna: I'm sorry. I didn't realize I was hurting our case.

Michael: Well, you are. Now, Cass has said that he's gonna tell the Judge that you suffered a lapse in judgment because you care for Mikey so much.

Donna: Which is true --

Michael: I--I know it's true, but I don't want you to do anything by yourself anymore--

Donna: I won't.

Michael: ...All right?

Donna: I promise. I just want the Millers to go away and leave us alone.

Michael: Honey, that--that's not going to happen.

Donna: I want us to be a family, just the way we used to be.

Michael: So do I.

Rachel: It was Jamie calling from Nice.

Ken: Good news?

Rachel: He's fine.

Ken: Good. Then you don't have to worry about him, and we can finish our conversation. Unless another family crisis erupts.

Rachel: You do resent my family, don't you?

Ken: Sometimes I do; especially when you use them as a distraction.

Rachel: You're thinking I'm doing that?

Ken: I think you do that. Most of the time it isn't even on purpose. But don't worry, I'm not going to let you off the hook this time.

Rachel: You know you're really arrogant sometimes?

Ken: I prefer to think of myself as persistent.

Rachel: Yes, you're that, too.

Ken: Well, at least we agree about something. You can't tell me that this is all one-sided.

Rachel: Ken, I'm not ready for this.

Ken: Well, frankly, I don't know if I'm ready for it either, but at least I'm willing to give it a shot.

Rachel: Well, I don't think I want to.

Ken: [Sighs] Rachel, it's been almost a year since Mac died.

Rachel: Well, that might seem like a long time to you, but it doesn't to me.

Ken: You're gonna have to let go some time.

Rachel: Oh, I will when I'm ready.

Ken: You're stuck. You're treading water. You are going to have to make a conscious decision to move on. It's not just gonna happen by itself. You can't live in the past.

Rachel: I'm not doing that.

Ken: Mac would want you to get on with your life.

Rachel: Don't you tell me what Mac would want, and I don't need you to tell me what I'm thinking. You couldn't possibly know what I'm thinking.

Sam: Amanda? Amanda?

Amanda's voice: No.

Sam's voice: No?

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

Sam: You don't? Then why would--

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: Oh, that--it's not really that time consuming. I--in fact, soon I'm gonna have somebody collaborating with me, so it's... no.

Sam: No.

Amanda: I am not going to do this anymore. You deserve to know the truth.

Sam: Yes, I do.

Amanda: There is 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 would 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: I think it's the only way. I don't know what else to do.

Sam: Amanda. Amanda.

Amanda: [Groans]

Sam: Amanda? Amanda.

Amanda: No, don't.

Sam: Hey, you fainted.

Amanda: I did?

Sam: You passed out cold.

Amanda: The gun.

Sam: It's over there. I'm sorry if I scared you. It was in with our clothes. Are you ok? You hit your head on the way down.

Amanda: I'm ok.

Sam: I don't think you should get up.

Amanda: I need to know where that gun came from.

Sam: I don't know.

Amanda: Don't lie to me, Sam. I saw the sales receipt. I know your name was on it.

Sam: Why would I buy a gun?

Amanda: You--we both know why.

Sam: I don't.

Amanda: For the same reason that you junked my old car. You got power of attorney over my bank accounts, and you took out an insurance policy on me.

Sam: What are you talking about?

Amanda: The way you're setting everything up. I talked to the broker that sold you the million-dollar policy.

Sam: I don't know any brokers.

Amanda: He identified your picture, Sam. You're not gonna get away with this.

Sam: Get away with what?

Amanda: It's not--it's not going to work.

Sam: You think I'm trying to kill you.

Amanda: It won't solve anything.

Sam: I don't believe this. Who has done this to us?

Amanda: Sam, please. No, let go of me! Let go!

Evan: Sam, you let go of her right now! Amanda, I want you out of here. Go.

Sam: Amanda, you're not going anywhere. I should have known it would be you.

Vicky: Don't you ever lock this place?

Jake: Oh, I would have made it a point had I known you were coming over, Vicky.

Vicky: Well, I'm nuts about you, too, Jake.

Jake: I don't feel like going another round with you, ok?

Vicky: Tough.

Jake: Nothing's changed, unless you have opened up your big mouth as usual.

Vicky: No, I haven't. And I won't...

Jake: Because that would be stupid.

Vicky: ...As long as you leave town.

Jake: Get out of my house.

Vicky: Marley is gone. Vince and Mary are gone, and you're the only thing standing between my parents.

Jake: So I should just pack my bags, huh?

Vicky: Why not? What's keeping you here?

Jake: Oh, Vick, I have a life, a business.

Vicky: Yeah, well, start one some place else. I'm sure my father will buy you out.

Jake: I'm sure he will, too. He's already offered, but I'm not just going to disappear so Donna can live with herself.

Vicky: Maybe I should give Marley a call.

Jake: You didn't have the number.

Vicky: No, not until now. Thanks, I--

Jake: Go ahead, give her a try. I just got off the phone with her. She has a dinner date.

Vicky: I can wait.

Jake: You'll never guess who she ran into on the Riviera.

Vicky: Who?

Jake: Jamie.

Vicky: My Jamie?

Jake: I guess they've been seeing a lot of each other-- sun bathing, sightseeing...

Vicky: You're making this up.

Jake: Doesn't bother you, does it, Vicky? I thought you would be happy to know that Marley wasn't all alone. You know something else?

Vicky: I'm sure you'll tell me.

Jake: Marley mentioned that she never really appreciated Jamie when he was married to you.

Vicky: She said that?

Jake: I guess they are getting along really well. It would be kind of scary, wouldn't it?

Vicky: What?

Jake: Well, if your ex-husband and my ex-wife got together, hmm?

Jamie: Operator, could you please ring room 212? That's right, Mademoiselle Love. Merci.

[Phone rings]

Sam: Get out of here.

Evan: I'm not going anywhere. I'm not going anywhere without you.

Sam: You've gone too far this time, Evan!

Evan: ...Get in the car now!

Sam: Stay, Amanda.

Evan: We know what you've been planning. We've got all the evidence. We've got all the proof.

Sam: That you set up.

Amanda: Sam!

Evan: You really are losing your mind, pal.

Sam: Yeah, you're the one--

Evan: Get off of me!

[Glass breaks]

Evan: I'm not gonna let you hurt her anymore.

Sam: You're the one who's been hurting her with your lies for the last month!

Amanda: Sam, all right. Forget it. Nobody has to know about it.

Sam: You believe this? You actually think that I'm trying to kill you?

Evan: The evidence speaks for itself!

Sam: You put this here, didn't you?

Evan: Wait a second.

Sam: You're the one who's leaving--permanently.

Amanda: Do as he says, Evan.

Sam: Hey, you think I'm a killer? Why don't you try me? Why don't you try me, big guy? Go on.

Amanda: Sam.

Sam: Just stay out of it, Amanda.

Paulina: Mrs. Cory? Your mother wanted--

Rachel: Just put it down, please.

Paulina: It's a beautiful day. Why don't I let some fresh air in?

Rachel: Don't bother.

Paulina: It's no trouble. That's much better. Don't you think?

Rachel: I would really like to be alone, Paulina.

Paulina: Mrs. Cory? If you ever need to talk--I know how difficult it must be losing someone as special as Mr. Cory.

Rachel: I don't think you know what you're talking about, Paulina.

Paulina: Well, I only meant you are always comforting other people--

Rachel: I don't think this is your business.

Paulina: You think because I work for you that I don't have any feelings.

Rachel: I don't really want to talk to you, ok?

Paulina: All I was trying to do was--

Rachel: I don't want to talk to you, Paulina.

Paulina: Well, at least you had time with him. I didn't even have that.

Rachel: Why should you? Wait a minute. What are you talking about? Why should that matter to you?

Paulina: Because he was my father.

Marley: Oh!

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