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Another World Transcript Thursday 5/11/06
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Jamie: Oh, this definitely gives new meaning to the word "petite."
Marley: Oh, no, no, "c'est tres charmant," just like the innkeeper said.
Jamie: I guess he meant it when he said this was the only room left. I tried caressing his palm with a couple of francs, and he looked insulted.
Marley: We have no choice.
Jamie: You take the bed.
Marley: Oh, no, no.
Jamie: I don't need the bed. I hate the idea of you sleeping on the floor.
Marley: That's not what I meant either.
Jamie: Marley, what exactly did you mean?
Rachel: Thank you for coming over.
Ken: No problem.
Rachel: What do you mean "it's not a problem"? You had to close up the Odyssey, didn't you?
Ken: It's no problem. I've already had a customer today who spent much more than he should have. What's up?
Rachel: I just don't have anybody else to talk to about this.
Ken: I wouldn't have it any other way. I mean that. Is it Paulina?
Rachel: Of course it's Paulina.
Ken: You haven't heard from her.
Rachel: No. Do you want some tea?
Ken: Sure. Thanks. Have you told the rest of the family?
Rachel: No, of course I haven't. Not with everything going on with Amanda.
Ken: Oh, I see. So you're just going to take it all on yourself, is that it?
Rachel: Well, what else am I supposed to do?
Ken: Paulina doesn't seem to be coming around.
Rachel: Well, she will. She's probably going to go to an attorney, which means I have to go to an attorney.
Ken: You're positive she is a fake.
Rachel: You're not.
Ken: I just meant that if you are going to take legal action--
Rachel: I need some protection.
Ken: Maybe what you need is to go through Mac's things one more time, just to be sure.
Rachel: I don't have to. She's a fake. If she were Mac's daughter, I would know that.
Vicky: Hello, anybody home? Oh, how many more steps. My thighs are killing me.
[Indistinct] I'll have to talk to Derek's decorator.
Paulina: Ms. Hudson.
Vicky: Nifty entranceway.
Paulina: Derek isn't here right now.
Vicky: Oh, I don't care. I'm looking for you.
Paulina: How did you know I was here?
Vicky: I have my ways.
Paulina: No one is supposed to know.
Vicky: Oh, I know. You're hiding out. Smart, too, after what you said to Rachel.
Paulina: She told you?
Paulina: She's not taking it very well.
Vicky: "Not taking it very well." Honey, she's having a cow. I haven't seen her that bugged since I--oh, let's just say it took a lot of guts to pull that number.
Paulina: It's not a number.
Vicky: Saying you're Mac Cory's long-lost daughter? It's right out of a Felicia Gallant novel. Oh, no, that's not fair. Felicia's a lot more imaginative than that.
Paulina: It happens to be the truth. I can prove it.
Vicky: Save your breath, honey. I don't care one way or the other.
Paulina: Then why are you here? What do you want from me?
Courtney: Anything you say can and may be held against you in a court of law.
Sam: This is ridiculous.
Courtney: You're waiving your rights to remain silent?
Sam: I am not waiving anything. It was an accident. I can't believe that you're going to arrest me.
Courtney: We have evidence.
Sam: You've got nothing!
Courtney: The boat.
Sam: This is nuts. I wasn't going to skip town. I was going to go sailing with my wife.
Courtney: That's what you say. Unfortunately, there's nothing to back up your story.
Sam: This is a nightmare.
Courtney: Sam, you waved a gun at your wife and at Evan, and that gun was found in the elevator shaft where Evan fell.
Sam: What's the charge?
Courtney: You're lucky. Right now, it's only assault with a deadly weapon. That could change to attempted murder. You better hope Evan Bates pulls through.
Sam: Courtney, I'm being set up. I can't believe that you can't see that.
Courtney: Call an attorney, Sam.
Sam: Look, Evan is the one who tried to steal a million dollars from Cory Publishing.
Courtney: No charges were brought.
Sam: You were about to arrest him.
Courtney: Even if I was, that has nothing to do with this.
Sam: It has everything to do with it. Amanda was the one who covered up for him.
Courtney: This case is entirely separate.
Sam: Isn't it obvious that he's out to destroy my marriage?
Courtney: Be careful, Sam.
Sam: What--"be careful"? You're about to arrest me--you tell me to be careful?
Courtney: I have read you your rights. And what you are saying now is giving you a beautiful motive to go after Evan.
Sam: Courtney. You know me. You've been a guest in my house. Do you really think that I'm capable of murder?
Sam: Look, I wasn't using deadly force, isn't that what you call it?
Courtney: You had a gun.
Sam: I don't know where it came from. And I--I don't know how the damn thing got in my house. And I certainly wasn't threatening anybody with it.
Courtney: Look, I am not the one that is judging you. The D.A. thinks we have a case.
Sam: Why is everybody so sure?
Courtney: Because there was an eyewitness.
Sam: The eyewitness is Amanda. You're basing all this on what she said.
Courtney: Call a lawyer, Sam.
Sam: What lawyer? Amanda and I have the same lawyer. We have the same everything. We loved each other. I don't believe this. This is insane.
Evan: Forgive me, Amanda. She did before.
Amanda: She did before--she did what before? Evan, I am listening.
Evan: Forgive me, Amanda, forgive me.
Amanda: Forgive you for what? What did you do?
John: You're still here.
Amanda: He knows that I'm here.
John: Maybe he does.
Amanda: Do you think that he could be speaking rationally right now?
John: I don't know, it's a hard question to answer, especially with someone who is in a semi-coma--comatose state.
Amanda: He--he just said something. And I was just wondering.
John: Doesn't look like there's been any change in his condition.
Amanda: Do you want me to go?
John: No no, stay. If he's aware of anything, I'm sure he's glad that you're here.
Amanda: Evan? Evan, what would I need to forgive you for? And what did you mean by "she did before"?
John: Taylor, did you find her?
Taylor: No, she's not at home or at the Pelican. Her sister is at the farm and promised to call if Sharlene showed up.
John: Sharly's out.
John: I know she is. Sharlene would have called. She knows how worried I would be.
Taylor: John, how long can you go on like this?
John: How long can Sharlene go on like this? She could be anywhere, she could have left town. She could never come back.
Taylor: I don't think Sharly wants to do that.
John: How can you be sure? How do we know what Sharly's capable of?
Taylor: John, she's been on her own before.
Taylor: So, if she never made a move to leave town then, there's obviously something keeping her here.
Grant: Ok, we are all set.
Sharlene: I'm leaving on a jet plane
Grant: It's too bad my jet's being overhauled. I hate waiting around in airports.
Sharlene: Don't know when I'll be back again I don't know. I think I can make do with first class.
Grant: Well, this is only the beginning. We're going to have one fabulous time.
Sharlene: I can't believe we're really doing this.
Grant: Well, you believe it.
Sharlene: Ok. Now, you have to tell me where we're going.
Grant: No, no, no.
Sharlene: Grant, come on. Tell me.
Grant: No. No, you don't want me to spoil the surprise, do you?
Sharlene: I hate surprises. I like anticipation.
Grant: Oh, ok. Well, then just anticipate this. It's the most romantic city in the whole United States, and we're going to spend one perfect weekend there.
Sharlene: Hey, wait a minute.
Grant: Why, what's wrong?
Sharlene: Are you allowed to do this?
Grant: Well, I mean, who's-- who's stopping me?
Sharlene: I mean, you are not too sick to go away?
Grant: Look, I have never felt better in my entire life.
Sharlene: You're not skipping treatments or anything, are you?
Grant: No, no. I don't want you to worry, I feel fine. And nobody is going to stand in the way of us taking this trip. We waited too long to be alone together, ok?
Sharlene: Tell me about it.
Grant: We deserve this.
Sharlene: Yeah. Yeah, we do.
Marley: I was thinking we could flip for the bed.
Jamie: Oh, right.
Marley: And just what were you thinking?
Jamie: That. This room is really small.
Marley: Let's look at the view. Oh, Jamie. It's--it's like a picture postcard, isn't it?
Jamie: This room is about the size of a postcard.
Marley: I'm hungry, my stomach is growling. Is yours?
Jamie: When I went downstairs for that extra blanket, I asked the innkeeper to send us up a cold supper.
Marley: How cold?
Jamie: Salade Niçoise, sliced duck, assorted fromages, and a braguette with sweet butter.
Marley: Oh, the French sure do love their food.
Jamie: I love their food. It's going to be diet city when we get home.
Marley: No, I'm the one who's gained all the weight.
Jamie: Yeah, right.
Marley: You thinking of going back to Bay City?
Jamie: I hate going back without having accomplished anything. But there is a limit to the time I can spend here.
Marley: Oh, Dr. Hiver will show up. You'll find him.
Jamie: What do I tell John if I don't? What does John tell his patient? His life depends on it.
Marley: Now, all the doctors thought that Dr. Hiver would be at the convention, right?
Jamie: He is very much his own man, unlike the rest of us, who are locked into rules and regulations.
Marley: Oh, I am sure you're not talking about yourself.
Jamie: Oh, I have done my share of kowtowing.
Jamie: Sometimes I just wonder what would have happened if I had broken some of those rules. Maybe some of the people I couldn't help would be better off today.
Marley: Jamie, I'm sure you did everything you could for every one of your patients.
Jamie: Not like Dr. Hiver. He tells the bureaucrats to just go to hell. And he takes chances. That's how he came up with this experimental drug. And my colleagues back home can't even get a look at it. Oh, Marley, I don't even care that I'm not giving that paper tonight.
Marley: You were supposed to speak at the convention?
Marley: Well, Jamie, what was the topic?
Jamie: Hot air and its application at medical conventions. Would have gone over real big, don't you think?
Marley: I'm sure they would have loved to have heard it.
Jamie: They don't hear because they don't just listen. That's why our profession is losing sight of what's important--which is to heal, to help, to perform miracles. Instead, we are just interested in billing techniques and saving our--our backsides and our reputations--avoiding lawsuits.
Marley: Sad to see you so cynical.
Jamie: It's sad to be a cynic. I studied and I worked hard and I took the oath because I wanted to make a difference. I wanted to save a life, I wanted to bring a new one in the world, I--I--
Jamie: I'm sorry. I'm running off at the mouth. End of speech. I promise that I will be cheerful over the fromages, ok? What was that for?
Marley: Just--just never give up on your dreams. Just keep fighting.
Jamie: I will. On one condition.
Jamie: Tell me about your dreams.
Ken: You're sure Mac would have told you about Paulina.
Rachel: Yes. I've gone over and over her story.
Ken: Doesn't add up, huh?
Rachel: Oh, yes, it adds up... to a possibility with absolutely no proof.
Ken: Well, Mac and I did fly into that jungle in the sixties.
Rachel: In the sixties. Then she's the right age.
Ken: And she does have that letter and the other half of the photograph.
Rachel: I don't care what she has. I don't care what she says. She is a fake. Her claim is vicious and absurd. It--it doesn't deserve to be given any weight at all.
Paulina: What do you want, Ms. Hudson?
Vicky: Pastrami on rye with a big fat dill pickle.
Paulina: Please answer my question.
Vicky: Oh, I guess I'll have to settle for rice cakes.
Paulina: You know, I have already been fired. I really don't need any more grief from you.
Vicky: I don't have any reason to give you grief... yet. All you have done for me is take good care of my son. I have no reason not to be on your side. Have a rice cake.
Paulina: On my side?
Vicky: You could at least have some peanut butter.
Paulina: I thought Mrs. Cory would have turned you against me.
Vicky: Rachel has no influence over me. In fact, someone who can get the Cory's so riled up--oh, let's just say, I find it appealing.
Paulina: So, you wanna be my friend?
Vicky: Don't push it. I want to be your employer.
Vicky: I want you to come back with me and take care of Steven.
Paulina: I see.
Vicky: Responsibilities will be the same as they were at the Cory's. Only I'll pay you 10% more because they're cheap and I am not. How does that sound?
Paulina: Then you believe my story.
Vicky: I don't give a damn about your story.
Paulina: Well, I want you to know it's the truth. I am Mac Cory's daughter.
Vicky: You could be Frankenstein's daughter for all I care. I just want you to take good care of Steven.
Paulina: So, you wanna hire me.
Vicky: Well, I didn't [schlep] all the way up these stairs to swap recipes. Go on, get your stuff. I want to get out of this place, it depresses me.
Paulina: My things are still at the Cory's.
Vicky: Well, then go and get them.
Paulina: Well, you know, I'm not so sure this is such a great idea.
Vicky: You already said yes.
Paulina: Did I?
Vicky: If you didn't, you'd be a fool. I know you have no money. And if you spend one more night in this place with Derek, you'll be climbing up the walls.
Paulina: Derek is my friend.
Vicky: And that's your problem. You need an ally. Right now, I may be the only one you've got.
Paulina: What's in it for you?
Vicky: We'll have to see about that. Let's hit the road.
Marley: My dreams.
Jamie: I told you mine.
Marley: Not all of them.
Jamie: True, but I haven't heard any of yours.
Marley: I wanted to be a good wife, mother--just wasn't meant to be. Jamie, I think you should stop questioning your career and your medicine, your commitment to--
Jamie: Did I just miss something or did you just change the subject?
Marley: Your career is a very important subject.
Jamie: I want to be an effective doctor. But it's getting harder and harder.
Marley: You'll find a way, I know you will.
Jamie: We'll see.
Marley: Jamie, you're very lucky.
Jamie: I am?
Marley: Sure. You know what you want with your life, and when something interferes, you go after it and do something about it.
Jamie: Are you saying that you wouldn't do that?
Marley: Let's face it. I haven't done anything with my life.
Jamie: Come on, that's not true.
Marley: Jamie, I was a spoiled child leading a spoiled existence. And now, I am a young woman doing the same thing.
Jamie: Talk about being hard on yourself.
Marley: Look at me. What am I doing? I'm--I'm wandering up and down the Riviera searching for myself. If I don't find myself soon, there won't be anything left.
Jamie: Marley, you want more out of life. You are not happy just being. And that's important, it's fantastic. As for finding yourself, well, no one has ever taken a more circuitous route than I did.
Marley: Oh, really?
Jamie: Have I ever told you about my writing career?
Marley: I have hope?
Jamie: It's never too late to start over.
Marley: Maybe you're right.
Jamie: What you said on the beach about not loving enough, not daring enough--
Marley: Jamie--Jamie, I--I had so much champagne that night. I would rather you forget about it.
Jamie: Marley, how can either one of us forget that night?
Rachel: Yes, darling. Ok. Yeah, I'll talk to you soon.
Ken: How is she doing?
Rachel: She's very tired and she's worried, and there's no change in Evan's condition.
Ken: And Amanda feels responsible?
Rachel: Of course she does. And here I am worrying about all of this Paulina business and my daughter needs me.
Ken: Tell me how I can help.
Rachel: I don't know how you can help. What am I supposed to do? Am I supposed to research into Paulina's background and waste that kind of time, or should I just forget it?
Vicky: Hi, all. We are just here to pick up Paulina's things.
Rachel: Excuse me?
Vicky: Well, from now on, Paulina will be living with me.
Amanda: Evan, I've got to leave now. I'm going to be back. You just try and get better, ok? Come back to us. You have nothing to be sorry for. Nothing. I should be the one asking for forgiveness. I made you and everyone around me so unhappy. Just know how much I care about you.
Reporter: Any comment on your husband's arrest?
Amanda: What are you talking about?
Reporter: Sam Fowler was just booked for assault with a deadly weapon.
Amanda: Oh, God.
Reporter: Is it true that you and Evan Bates were lovers?
Amanda: Please, just leave me alone. Get out of my way.
Reporter: And was your husband really plotting to --
John: Come on, knock it off! Hey, stop it! Get out of here before I throw you out of here.
Taylor: John, I want you to take a couple of days off.
John: I've already put in for the time. I can't be effective around here anymore.
Taylor: That's right.
John: And I don't know where Sharlene is.
Taylor: That's right. Listen, I'm really worried about you. This whole situation is heading you straight for a burnout. Doctor, you have got to take care of yourself.
Sharlene: What's the time?
Grant: Not long now.
Sharlene: I wonder what time it is in San Francisco right now.
Grant: Oh, Sharly, you are not going to trick me into that.
Sharlene: Come on, you are no fun at all. You aren't. No, I take it back. You're more fun than anybody in the whole world.
Grant: Oh, thank you. Now, listen--
Sharlene: Oh, the serious look.
Grant: Does your husband know that you are going away for the weekend?
Sharlene: Don't worry about him. Miami Beach or the place with all the amusement parks--
Grant: Sharly, stop it.
Woman announcer: Flight 118 to New Orleans now boarding at gate 4.
Grant: Oh, no!
Sharlene: New Orleans!
Grant: I forgot about the boarding call.
Sharlene: Are we really going to New Orleans?
Grant: [Southern accent] Nawlins.
Sharlene: Nawlins. Are we really going to New Orleans?
Grant: Yes, yes.
Sharlene: Oh, fantastic.
Grant: Yes, it is fantastic. It's the most fantastic city anywhere. It's Creole--
Sharlene: Oh, Creole.
Grant: ...Southern, sensual.
Sharlene: Can I take a ride on the streetcar named Desire?
Grant: Oh, you bet I'll see to it.
Sharlene: What are we waiting for? Let's go. Come on.
Grant: I got one call to make.
Sharlene: To Ted.
Grant: Mm-hmm. I promised I'd check in before I leave.
Sharlene: All right. Well, you do your checking in for good, congressman, because it's the last time you're going to check in from here on out. No hospitals and no business. No husbands, no congress, only us.
Grant: Yes. I'll be right back. Ok?
Sharlene: Ok. You don't know it yet, but Sharly is never coming back. Bye-bye, Bay City... for good.
Sharlene: Bye-bye, Bay City.
Woman announcer: Final boarding call for flight 118 to New Orleans. This is your final boarding call for flight 118 to New Orleans.
Sharlene: No--no. Airport. What am I doing at the airport?
Rachel: I think I want to talk to you, Vicky, out on the terrace.
Ken: What the hell is this?
Paulina: Did you put the codicil back in his coat?
Ken: What does it matter what I do if you don't follow orders?
Paulina: Will you keep your voice down?
Ken: Who told you, you could move in with Vicky Hudson?
Paulina: Who told me I couldn't?
Ken: You didn't even check with me.
Paulina: She wanted an answer right away.
Ken: And you couldn't have said no?
Paulina: She offered me good money, a place to live. She kept going on about how great I was with Steven, so--
Ken: Oh, that's just terrific. This is splendid. Just splendid.
Paulina: I don't understand why you're so bothered by this.
Ken: Vicky Hudson is not a lady to mess around with.
Paulina: Oh, I can handle her. I'll be careful.
Ken: Did you tell her what you told Rachel?
Ken: Then careful isn't enough. She hates the Corys.
Paulina: Oh, so you think she's going to use me?
Ken: I don't know what her game is. I've been around her enough to know that she's an operator. She doesn't do anything unless there's something in it for her.
Paulina: Ah, unlike you, of course.
Rachel: What are you up to?
Vicky: I'm not "up to" anything.
Rachel: You know what Paulina is saying.
Vicky: Yes. Doesn't change the fact that she's good with Steven.
Rachel: So you've hired her.
Rachel: You know she's a con-artist.
Vicky: As I recall, you once called me a con-artist. Look how beautifully I've turned out.
Rachel: I don't think Jamie is going to like this very much, Vicky.
Vicky: Jamie thinks Paulina is the bee's knees.
Rachel: I don't think he will once he finds out what she's saying.
Vicky: I think it's time I leave.
Rachel: I don't get it.
Vicky: Hardly surprising.
Rachel: You were skeptical about this the other day.
Vicky: Yes, until I heard her story with my own two ears. I think it all adds up.
Rachel: You do?
Vicky: I think you do, too. Otherwise, you wouldn't want to erase Paulina from the planet.
Rachel: Oh, that's not what I want.
Vicky: She's got you bugged, Rachel.
Rachel: Oh, yes, she does.
Vicky: Not your usual fun self. You were just a laugh-a-minute before this all happened. Oh, how I miss that old Rachel.
Rachel: Why don't you go home?
Vicky: You see, now, that's not like you. You used to be so hospitable, so sweet. But then the Corys never did like an outsider in their ranks.
Rachel: For someone who dislikes the Corys so much, you certainly drop in a lot.
Vicky: I tried being a dutiful Cory daughter once. I failed miserably. But then I didn't have Mac's blood in my veins, did I? I guess that makes all the difference.
Courtney: All set?
Sam: I've been fingerprinted and photographed. What else is there?
Courtney: Your arraignment.
Sam: Oh, I thought you could take care of that without me.
Courtney: Call a lawyer, Sam.
Sam: Oh, I thought maybe you could do that for me Courtney, you've handled everything else.
Courtney: Let's go.
Courtney: We are taking him to be arraigned.
Amanda: No, you can't.
Courtney: Why not?
Amanda: I told you I wasn't sure that Sam had pushed Evan.
Courtney: Hold it a minute. Excuse me. Let's go. Amanda, you said Sam threatened Evan with the gun.
Amanda: I said that's what I thought happened.
Courtney: That's what we're arresting him for. That's what he's been charged for so far.
Amanda: You really arrested him?
Courtney: The D.A. made a decision to arrest him, and we made that decision based on the statement you gave us.
Amanda: But it all happened so fast.
Courtney: I'm going to need you to provide those things you mentioned in your statement.
Courtney: The insurance policy, power of attorney, and the receipt for the gun.
Amanda: I don't even know where I can find those things.
Courtney: Try. It's very important. Ok, you can take him.
Amanda: Do you want me to call Cass for you?
Sam: I think you've done plenty.
Jamie: There is no sense in pretending that night didn't happen.
Marley: I'm not--I'm not pretending.
Jamie: I hope not. I saw into your soul that night, Marley.
Marley: I have a soul?
Jamie: Yes, you do. And you were going through something very important and you should recognize it for what it was.
Marley: Jamie, I do, I just wish I hadn't dragged you into it.
Jamie: My tux will never be the same.
Marley: [Giggling] I'm sorry.
Jamie: You shared something very intimate with me. Please, don't be sorry about that.
Marley: Oh, I'm not. I guess we can't just go back to being each other's ex-in-laws, can we?
Jamie: I'll drink to that.
Jamie: Little le vin ordinaire, Madame?
Marley: Oh, boy, merci.
Jamie: Speaking of exes, I wonder what they would say if they could see this dinner.
Marley: I wonder.
Jamie: I don't know about Jake, but Vicky would have a fit.
Marley: I'll bet.
Jamie: You know, she wanted to come on this trip. I said no.
Jamie: For Vicky, this would have been more than just a vacation.
Marley: But not for you.
Jamie: In spite of all the pain we've caused each other, there is a part of Vicky that still thinks we can get back together.
Marley: And you don't agree?
Jamie: It's over. If Jake had wanted to come would you have let him?
Marley: I asked Jake to come. He said no. Maybe he's right. Maybe you're right. Maybe we've all made too many mistakes to just go back.
Jamie: May I propose a toast?
Jamie: To the future.
Vicky: Are you ready to go?
Paulina: Yes, I was already packed.
Vicky: Good. I have to use the ladies' room. I'll be right back.
Paulina: Mrs. Cory, I know you are upset about this.
Rachel: Yes, I am. But the decision will be Jamie's.
Rachel: Why don't you sit down, Paulina, I would like to ask you a few questions.
Rachel: Now, let me see if I've got this straight. You learned that you were Mac's daughter in a letter that was written to you by someone claiming to be your mother.
Paulina: Yes. From Central America.
Rachel: Do you have this letter?
Paulina: Yes, I do.
Rachel: May I see it, please? So what did you do when you received this letter?
Paulina: I tried to trace it in Central America. But I don't speak Spanish, so I didn't have much luck communicating on the phone.
Rachel: Go on.
Paulina: I had no money. I didn't know what to do except to try and contact Mr. Cory. But once I--I finally found out where he lived, I--I read in the papers that he had died.
Rachel: That was a year ago.
Paulina: I was devastated, but I was still determined to find my family. I had to save money so I could come here and stay for a while.
Rachel: Is that when you finally arrived in Bay City?
Paulina: Mrs. Cory I can't explain why I didn't tell you at first. I just lost my nerve. I decided to take a job here first and get to know everybody.
Rachel: It didn't bother you that you were deceiving everyone?
Paulina: I didn't think of it that way.
Rachel: "My dearest daughter, I have so much to say to you and so little time. I want you to know I've always loved and prayed for you. If it had not been for the war and the poverty in my country, I would have kept you by my side always. I hope you will know that giving you up to be adopted by others was the most difficult thing I ever did. Everyday I've thought of you, grateful that you were safe in the United States. I'm trusting that God will put this letter into your hands. I know I will never see your face on this earth, for I will not live out the week. But I go knowing I've loved you always. If you are ever in great need you must not be ashamed to seek your father. He is a brilliant and important American named Mackenzie Cory. I'm writing to him to tell him of your existence. I'm sending you a picture of myself. Your father will have the other half."
Rachel: May I see the envelope for this, please?
Paulina: I don't have it.
Rachel: No envelope? No authenticating postmark? Anyone could have written this, Paulina. You could have written this. With no verification, this is useless.
John: Dr. Frame, yes. Listen, when he--when he returns would you have him call Dr. Hudson? John Hudson. Yes, he has the--he has the number. Thank you. Merci.
John: Sharlene. Sharlene, I've been so worried about you.
Sharlene: John, she tried to run away again, she did it again. She took me away from you.
John: Sharlene, calm down. Calm down.
Sharlene: She tried to take me away from you.
John: Sit down. Where were you?
Sharlene: At the airport.
John: The-- was anyone with you?
Sharlene: No--John, I was just standing there. I was just waiting.
John: By yourself.
Sharlene: I was alone--I was all alone. I was just standing there like a fool. John, what if I had gotten on one of those planes?
John: But you didn't. You fought back and you came back to me.
Sharlene: What if I hadn't been able to?
John: But you did.
Sharlene: But see, John, it's like I have no will of my own.
John: In another way you have never been stronger.
Sharlene: I don't know.
John: Listen, I've got some good news.
Sharlene: I could use a little bit of that.
John: I got the weekend off.
Sharlene: Let's go away.
John: Come on. Wait a minute, that was supposed to be my idea.
Sharlene: John, please, just the two of us. I need that--I need to have you all to myself.
John: I need you, too. That's why I have it all planned. I'm going to take you to Chicago.
Sharlene: To the hotel?
John: Yes, the hotel where we had our honeymoon.
John: Sharlene, you and I are going to spend two glorious stress-free days and nights together with room service and old movies and maybe I'll even bring a board game.
John: How about it? You up for a game of monopoly or something?
Sharlene: No way.
John: All right. Well, we'll skip the board games.
Sharlene: John, don't let me out of your sight.
John: I won't let you out of my sight. Sharlene, I'm not going to let you out of my arms. I'm never going to let you leave me.
Grant: Miss, I was booked on that flight to New Orleans, but I missed it. The woman that was with me, she--
Woman: Oh, yes, she left.
Grant: She left? Did somebody come to pick her up, a--a man?
Woman: No, she just sort of ran out of here.
Grant: Ran out.
Grant: Sharly, what happened?
Jamie: I don't know what it is about this place, my senses seem...
Marley: I know what you mean.
Jamie: The things taste better. The air smells sweeter.
[French music plays] Would you like to dance?
Jamie: Why not?
Paulina: I didn't save the envelope.
Rachel: So, there's no way to verify this.
Paulina: Mrs. Cory, it was a letter from my mother. It was the first contact I had ever had with her. I wasn't thinking about postmarks.
Rachel: Without any verification, this letter is useless.
Vicky: Unless a lawyer says differently. I think you should get one as soon as possible, Paulina.
Rachel: Oh, Vicky, you must be ready to leave.
Vicky: Are you ready?
Paulina: Mrs. Cory, you can't know what it meant to me to learn that I had a family. I know you don't believe me now, but I hope that eventually we can talk and you can see that I'm telling you the truth--
Rachel: Goodbye, Paulina.
Paulina: I swear I never wanted anything but a family! To finally belong somewhere.
Vicky: Paulina, they'll never understand. Come on, let's go.
Ken: What do you think now?
Rachel: I would like to nail someone for this fraud.
Ken: Then you're convinced.
Rachel: She's a fake. She's not clever enough.
Ken: What do you mean "not clever enough"?
Rachel: She didn't come up with this by herself. Someone's coaching her. I would like to find out who that is.
Evan's voice: Amanda, Amanda, save yourself. Get back, Amanda, get back.
Sam's voice: How could you believe that I would want to hurt you, Amanda? How could you believe it? How could you? How could you?
How could you?
Amanda: Power of attorney. Well, all right, that was easy. Insurance. Insurance. That's it. "Sam Fowler." "Samuel R. Fowler." The handwriting is the same. But that's--that's odd.
Amanda: Cass, hi, it's Amanda. I need you to check on something for me. Could you pull some of the legal documents of Sam's and mine and check his signature for me? I need to know if he signs the legal documents "Samuel R. Fowler." Right. Ok, fine, I'll wait. Thanks.
Sam's voice: My God, he's really poisoned you against me.
Sam: I loved you. I love you now.
Amanda: You are too angry to love.
Sam: I'm angry because I can't believe that you're buying all this garbage that Evan is feeding you!
Amanda: Don't blame Evan anymore. It's you! You wanted revenge.
Sam: I wanted my wife back--the wife that I promised to love for the rest of my life. That's all!
Amanda: Hello, Cass? Yes. He did. Samuel R. Fowler. Every one. Ok, thank you, Cass.
[Heart monitor beeps]
[Heart monitor flat lines]
Nurse: Oh, my God. Code blue, code blue. ICU, Bed 6. Code blue.
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