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Another World Transcript Wednesday 5/24/06
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Frankie: The most romantic dinner I've ever had.
Cass: Yeah. You know, food-wise, you need not supply any of the other prurient details.
Frankie: Huh. Uh...macaroni and cheese.
Cass: Macaroni and cheese?
Frankie: That's it.
Cass: Oh, my, I can see that you're going to need reeducation romance dinner-wise.
Frankie: Well, you'll find that I'm very quick, learning-wise.
Cass: I am so glad we decided not to delay the wedding.
Frankie: Well, I am concerned about Sharlene. But with my family, there's bound to be complications, no matter when we get married.
Cass: You're sure you want to have it at the house?
Frankie: Why, don't you?
Cass: Well, it's just that there's so much work that needs to be done between the time that we take over ownership and the wedding itself.
Frankie: Well, we'll just have to work around the clock.
Cass: And take a couple of hours off for bad behavior?
Iris: Cass, I have to talk to you immediately.
Cass: It's after-hours, Iris.
Iris: Well, this can't wait.
Cass: It's going to have to wait.
Iris: Cass, I need to talk to you about the--about...well, I want to talk to you privately.
Cass: Frankie and I are having a private celebration, Iris.
Iris: Cass, I want you to go back to your office, I want you to open the safe, and I want you to let me read what Daddy wrote.
Singer: I can't believe what they're saying, babe it better not be true they say, you know who is doing you know what how am I supposed to be
Ken: Well, it's certainly dark enough in here.
Paulina: I'm glad you came. I was beginning to get a little bit lonely.
Ken: Paulina, I'm afraid this is it.
Paulina: What is? What are you talking about?
Ken: We won't be meeting like this anymore.
Paulina: I don't understand. What do you mean?
Ken: The deal is off.
Singer: Say you can't believe everything
Sharlene: Yeah, Emma, I'll turn the oven on. 350.
Sharlene: Passport, passport, passport. Passport. Oh, Sharlene, you take a homely shot. Birth certificate, birth certificate. Bingo.
Sharlene: Grant. Grant, if you're there, pick up, it's Sharly. Ok, I guess you're not home yet. Listen, I've got everything I need, except you. So, you better get home soon because I am on my way. What a dump.
John: Well, going somewhere?
Sharlene: I really didn't expect to see you home so soon.
John: I told you that I was coming home early tonight.
Sharlene: Oh, that sounds great. Listen, I do have a few things that I have to do, so I'll tell you what I'm going to do. I'm going to get them done and I'll be back before you even know it, ok?
John: No, no, no, you won't.
John: You're not going anywhere, Sharly.
Iris: Cass, you'll do what I ask?
Cass: Look, Iris--
Donna: Cass, I'm so glad I found you.
Iris: Excuse me, Donna I'm talking to Cass.
Donna: I'm sorry, but this is terribly important.
Iris: How dare you be so rude and interrupt this?
Donna: Iris, this is business. Cass is my attorney.
Iris: Well, I'm not exactly talking about hemlines here.
Felicia: Hi, what's going on?
Cass: Hi, honey.
Iris: None of your business.
Frankie: Cass and I are here to celebrate.
Felicia: Are you?
Iris: Whatever you have to say is not important, it can wait.
Frankie: Excuse me, ladies--
Iris: You're really getting rude in your old age, you know that?
Cass: Whoa, whoa, whoa. Wait a second, ladies. Time out on the floor. Everybody stop talking here. Excuse me. Frankie?
Frankie: [Whispering] Yes?
Cass: Can you give me 5 minutes?
Iris: [Whispering] Make it ten.
Frankie and Cass: Five.
Felicia: Well, well, don't believe it-Cass being patient. You know, a couple of years ago he would've thrown them both out of here, and I would've helped him.
Frankie: Yeah, well, it must be my calming influence. [Chuckles]
Felicia: You laugh, but I think there's truth in that. You are good for him.
Iris: Besides the fact that I was here first, what I have to say is very important because it affects countless lives.
Donna: Iris, the only life you've ever been concerned with is your own, which is pathetic at best.
Cass: Over here, Iris. Iris, the answer is no.
Iris: No, you won't open the safe?
Cass: Well, of course I will, but not until Rachel tells me to.
Iris: Oh, I see. And what have you done about exposing that fraudulent Paulina? Hmm, anything?
Cass: Everything is as we left it. Now, if you'll excuse me.
Iris: Where do you think you're going?
Cass: To talk to Donna. Now, if--if you need more of my time, I suggest you make a phone call and make an appointment.
Iris: An appointment?
Iris: With you, Cass?
Cass: Say goodnight, Iris.
Iris: Goodnight, Iris.
Cass: Goodnight. Next.
Cass: This is some outfit.
Donna: This is just the breakthrough we've been waiting for.
Cass: Didn't I tell you not to do anything without my ok?
Donna: I know that, but look what I've come up with.
Cass: You think this makes a case? Photographs of Eve in a skimpy outfit?
Donna: Cass, the least you can do is go over and check out this place.
Cass: Well, of course I'm going to check out this place.
Donna: She's over there working right now.
Donna: Now. Cass, I know you won't let me down. You're the best lawyer there is.
Cass: Donna, a simple--a simple thank-you will do.
Donna: Thank you.
Cass: And don't do anything like this again.
Donna: I promise, I promise.
Cass: All right. You may go.
Donna: All right, thank you.
Cass: You're welcome. Change in plans.
Frankie: What's going on?
Cass: I'm afraid it's Winthrop and Frame on the case again.
Frankie: Oh, what's going on?
Cass: Well, let me put it to you this way--for this job, you're way overdressed. Can we have a rain check, honey?
Felicia: Any time.
Frankie: See you later.
Frankie: Bye-bye, Derek.
Derek: See you, Frankie.
Frankie: Oh -- [Indistinct].
Felicia: Ok, what is it? And don't tell me nothing is wrong, because I'm Fanny, remember? I know you.
Derek: Yeah, you do.
Felicia: I've got to go into the kitchen for just a second. Will you wait for me and we'll talk?
Felicia: Ok, don't move.
Iris: Hello, Derek, remember me?
Derek: Who could forget, Mrs. Wheeler?
Iris: [Chuckles] I was wondering if perhaps I could ask you a few questions about your little friend, Paulina.
Paulina: You can't mean that.
Ken: What's the last thing I said to you?
Paulina: You told me to wait in the garage and go back to Vicky's.
Ken: And what did you do?
Paulina: I had to be there, Ken. They were reading my father's will. I had to hear it.
Ken: And did you?
Paulina: No, you know I didn't. No one--look, I don't care how dumb you think it was, they had no right to shut me out like that.
Ken: Fine, you call the shots from now on, alone.
Paulina: I'm sorry.
Ken: You'll be a lot sorrier if you keep alienating Rachel. That's why I'm getting out.
Paulina: Ken, don't do this.
Paulina: I'm all alone. I mean, the few friends I've made in the city hate me. I don't have anyone.
Ken: All I asked was for you to listen to me.
Paulina: I know. And you've been very good to me. And if it weren't for you, I'd still be--just please don't do this. I don't know what I'd do without you.
Ken: Keep barging in on the Corys and screwing things up, I guess.
Paulina: Ken, they have the codicil. You and I both know what's in it. It's only a matter of time now. Please.
Ken: I must be out of my mind. All right.
Paulina: Partners still?
Ken: One last chance.
Paulina: Thanks. Let me buy you a drink. It's been a long day.
Singer: Is doing you know what I've got to keep my courage up
Sharlene: Sharly? No, John, it's me. It's Sharlene.
John: Give me that.
Sharlene: John, it's just some of Sharly's stuff. I was getting ready to throw it away.
John: Like hell you were.
Sharlene: Give me that.
John: You were going to take off, weren't you?
Sharlene: Well, who the hell could blame me?
John: Where? Where, Sharly?
Sharlene: None of your damn business.
John: I'm not letting you go.
Sharlene: Ok, fine. What you're going to do? You're going to tie me up?
John: If I have to.
Sharlene: I'll scream bloody murder.
John: Go ahead, nobody's going to hear you.
Sharlene: Let me out of here.
John: Look, I'm not going to let you go. Not until I speak to Sharlene.
Sharlene: No, Sharlene--
John: I want to speak to Sharlene.
Sharlene: Sharlene is history. Let me go.
John: Sharlene, look at me.
John: Speak to me.
Sharlene: You make me sick!
John: I know you want to.
Sharlene: Let me out of here.
John: Listen to me.
Sharlene: Let me out.
John: Sharlene, I love you.
Sharlene: Shut up--shut up.
John: I love you.
John: Sharlene, I love you.
John: I love you, I love you, Sharlene. I love you. [Sighs] I love you.
Sharlene: John, what's--what's going on?
John: She tried to leave.
Sharlene: Oh, God, John.
John: It's ok. It's ok, sweetheart. Come on, sit down on the couch here. Come on.
John: You're all right. Sit down. You're going to be ok. How do you feel? Let me get you some water.
Grant: Who is this?
Emma: Hello, who's calling please? This is the Frame residence.
Grant: Uh, this is Grant Harrison. Did you just answer the phone?
Emma: Can I help you?
Grant: Yes, I'd like to speak to Dr. Hudson, please.
Emma: Fine. John, it's for you.
John: Sharlene, Sharlene. Thanks. Yeah?
Grant: John, this is grant. Listen, I need to see you right away.
John: Ah, this really isn't a very good time, Grant.
Grant: Look, John, this is really urgent. Weren't you supposed to have heard from Dr. Hiver?
John: Yeah, but--
Grant: But then why hasn't anything happened?
John: I'm sure it will.
Grant: Look, it has to happen soon. I mean, I need to make a decision tonight.
John: Grant, this is a very difficult time for me right now. I can't--all right, I'll be there as soon as I can.
Grant: Great, I'll be waiting. Ah, message.
Sharlene's voice: Grant, baby, it's Sharly. I've got everything I need now.
John: It's Grant Harrison.
Sharlene: The ice man.
John: He needs my help.
Sharlene: Then, darling, you got to go to him.
John: No--no, I can't leave you.
Sharlene: Oh, John, I'll be fine.
John: What if it--what if it happens again?
Sharlene: It won't.
John: I can't leave you alone.
Sharlene: Emma's here.
Emma: I sure am. I'm going to be home all night watching television.
John: I want Emma to stay with you every minute while I'm gone.
Emma: Honey, you don't even have to ask. I'm not going anywhere.
John: Thanks, Emma. I won't be long, I promise.
Emma: Now, what was all that about? [Pats Emma]
Lucas: No word? You know, it's the same thing every week.
Stacey: Lucas, what can I tell you? Washington moves at its own pace.
Lucas: It's Harrison's fault. He chairs the committee, he calls the shots, doesn't he?
Stacey: He's supposed to, but he hasn't chaired it in weeks. And they won't even tell me if they've met in closed session.
Lucas: How do they do this to people? He's killing my business. Nobody wants to deal with somebody facing federal charges.
Stacey: Lucas, I wish that I had better news for you, but I don't.
Lucas: Is Harrison still in Bay City?
Stacey: I try to contact him every day, but it's like he's disappeared, just vanished.
Lucas: Well, look, how does a congressman stay away from Washington for months at a time?
Stacey: I don't know. There's all kind of rumors going on down there, but then none of them are substantiated.
Lucas: What--what rumors?
Stacey: Well, that he wants to break off all his ties with Washington; that he even broke up with his fiancée.
Lucas: Well, what's the deal with her?
Stacey: He's not seeing her anymore, but nobody knows why.
Lucas: Look, Stacey, something's got to happen. Either you make it happen, or I will.
Stacey: Lucas, I warned you.
Lucas: We're talking about my life here.
Stacey: If you do anything illegal, you even go through a red light, you're dead. They're laying for you.
Lucas: Laying for me and getting me are two different things.
Stacey: Let me do my job. And you stay clean. You just stay squeaky clean.
Lucas: Nobody's going to trash my life, not even a U.S. Congressman.
Stacey: Yeah, hi, is Eve Miller there?
Eve: Who's this?
Stacey: It's Stacey Winthrop. Listen, I'd like to get together with you tomorrow and tie up some loose ends. You free?
Eve: Sure, I'm free all day. I work the night shift.
Stacey: Great. Ok, then, I'll see you tomorrow.
Eve: Hi, did you need something here?
Ken: I'll have one of what she's having. Ice cold, please.
Eve: Coming up. And you, miss, would you like--
Paulina: I'm fine.
Ken: Yeah, this is one place we definitely won't be seen.
Paulina: It is kind of a dive, isn't it?
Ken: But atmospheric.
Paulina: So, what's our next step?
Ken: What's our next step? You are going to have to face the fact that you have offered no absolute proof of who you are.
Paulina: What about a blood test?
Ken: A blood test is a good first step, but it can only prove that somebody isn't your father.
Paulina: So, what are you saying, without definite proof, they're not going to accept me?
Ken: What I'm saying is you're going to have to build up your credibility, so that Rachel finally believes you. But it's going to take a long time. It's going to be a slow process.
Paulina: Well, what would really speed things up is if Rachel will let the rest of the family read what's in the codicil.
Ken: Rachel needs time. This is very traumatic for her.
Paulina: You really do care about her, don't you?
Ken: It doesn't matter if I do. I'm the wrong kind of man for her.
Paulina: Why do you say that?
Ken: Let's just stick to business, ok?
Donna: All right. Right this way. Now, don't get the wrong idea.
Man: Some house.
Donna: I was thrilled with the pictures. Absolutely thrilled. The outfit was perfect. And her expression was so tacky and sleazy. It was just wonderful. Please have a seat.
Man: Your daughter lives here, huh?
Donna: Yes, that's what I told you. And the reason we're meeting here is so that we can be discreet. It's not as though my husband isn't every bit as anxious as I am to win this custody battle, but he doesn't--never mind. You just do your job and I'll take care of Michael.
Man: Your daughter have anything to eat?
Donna: Mr. Marcus, we don't have time to eat anything. What I need to know is about Eve Miller and her job. Now, tell me exactly what is a "sassy girl"?
Mr. Marcus: That's a girl who works at Sassy's.
Donna: Yes, I gathered that. I need to know about the place. Is it a nightclub? Do they serve dinner there?
Mr. Marcus: Sassy's? Well, boy, they serve a lot more than dinner.
Donna: Do they really? Ah, that's wonderful. Oh, that's wonderful and perfect. Now, tell me all about the place; I want to know all of the details.
[Doorbell rings] I don't know who that could be. Let me just answer that. Just don't say anything. Be discreet, please. Well, hi, my darling husband.
Michael: [Chuckles] How are you doing?
Donna: I'm fine.
Michael: I saw your car out front.
Donna: Yes, it is out front.
Michael: Yes, I know. Yes.
Donna: I know you know.
Michael: Yes, it is. So, what are we--what are you doing here?
Donna: Oh, you're not going to believe this. It's just incredible.
Michael: Probably not, no. What?
Donna: Victoria, our daughter, it's not as if I don't have enough to do, called me and begged me to come over here and deal with her moth problem.
Michael: Ah, her what?
Donna: Moths, you know all of the wonderful wool jackets and sweaters that we have shopped so hard to collect for her, have been completely ruined.
Michael: Right. So, you're here to...?
Donna: Oh, I'm interviewing the exterminator.
Michael: The exterminator?
Donna: Yes, he's the finest one in Chicago. He does all the homes in Bay City. And it's taken forever to get an appointment with him. I really appreciate your coming over. And I'll check with you at the beginning of next week. Thank you so much. See you to the door. [Whispering] I'll see you next week. Talk to you later. [Normal voice] Bye. Oh, glad that's taken care of.
Michael: I'll bet, you know. I was just trying to figure out--since when do we interview exterminators?
Donna: Well, you can't just hire anybody.
Donna: But I don't want to talk about insects, I want to talk about us. I'm absolutely famished, and if you are, why don't we go out and have a lovely, romantic dinner, just the two of us. We can go to that little steak house on Kester.
Donna: Darling, please, I just want to spend some time alone with you. I'll go make reservations.
Michael: Oh, that sounds so good. But you know--I don't know. I mean, can we leave Victoria's clothes here all by themselves? Are they safe?
Donna: Of course we can, silly thing.
Michael: Oh, Donna, come on. What kind of a dim bulb do you think I am, huh?
Donna: What makes you say that?
Michael: Well just--how long have I known you? I've known you long enough to know when you're hiding something.
Donna: Are you accusing me of lying?
Michael: Oh, big time. And I suggest you tell me why.
Derek: I have nothing further to say to you, ok?
Iris: Oh, I don't think that's true, Derek.
Derek: You want me to give information to you about Paulina so you can use it against her. Well, you can forget that.
Iris: Oh, no, no. I just--I just want you to tell me what she was like when she was a little girl.
Derek: I have no information for you.
Iris: But you were in the same foster home together when she was a poor little orphan.
Derek: She thought she was. Hell, we all did. She's always wanted to find her biological family and now she has.
Iris: Come on, you don't believe that do you
Derek: End of interview, Mrs. Wheeler
Felicia: Oh, Iris, don't you have anything better to do but to harass my customers? No, I guess not. Let's go have our talk, Derek.
Felicia: Ok, this is about Stacey, isn't it?
Derek: I'm worried about her.
Felicia: Then you know about the split with Cass?
Derek: She's moved into her own office. It's like she's walking away from everything. And I can't figure out why.
Felicia: What do you think if I--if I go and see her?
Derek: Would you?
Derek: See, I don't think it's really right for me to.
Felicia: I know. I'll talk to her. I'll look at the office. I'll see how she's doing and, well, I'll call you later. I'll let you know how things are going.
Derek: Thanks. You're a good friend.
Michael: So, do you want to tell me who that was?
Donna: Let me just call
Michael: No, no, no, no. No phone calls until you tell me what the hell is going on, ok?
Donna: I just told you--
Michael: Donna, the truth, now.
Donna: He's a P.I.
Michael: A P.I.?
Donna: I hired him to follow Eve Miller.
Michael: You what?
Donna: Well, the detective that we had wasn't doing any good.
Michael: So, you went ahead and hired someone new?
Donna: Yes, is that so terrible?
Michael: Yes, it's terrible, if you don't tell me about it, it is.
Donna: I knew that you wouldn't approve of it.
Michael: Donna, we agreed that you were not to do any more soloing.
Donna: But I did it for Mikey.
Michael: Everything you have done for Mikey has turned out terribly. Did it ever occur to you that maybe Stacey's having you followed like that?
Donna: Oh, why would she do anything like that?
Michael: Same reason you're having Eve followed.
Donna: Well, no, it didn't occur to me. Knowing her, she'd probably misinterpret everything.
Michael: Misinterpret, misinterpret what?
Michael: Well, then why did you say it?
Donna: Let's not talk about me. Let's worry about keeping Mikey.
Michael: Donna, I want to know about this guy. I mean, what do you know about him?
Donna: I know what he's come up with. It seems that Eve Miller isn't the martyred saint she's made herself out to be.
Ken: I know it's only one person, but it's a small world and you've had 24 hours. What's the problem?
Eve: Would you like some peanuts or something?
Paulina: No, I think we're fine.
Eve: Ok, if you do, just give me a holler.
Paulina: Yeah, sure, that's why there's this other beer sitting across the table from me.
Man: Let me put it this way. Are you lonely?
Paulina: You could put it 100 ways, and you'd still strike out. So, why don't your bat and go back to the dugout?
Ken: I'm impressed.
Paulina: By what?
Ken: You handled yourself very well.
Paulina: Oh, when you grow up like I did, you don't have much choice. Guys hit on you all the time.
Ken: Ah, it's easy to understand why. I hope those days will be over soon.
Paulina: You have to get Rachel to come back home soon. I mean, we can't do anything. Nothing can happen until she gets back here.
Ken: Paulina, it's all going to happen. What we need to do is give Rachel some time. She needs to be by herself right now.
Paulina: You sound like you've gotten to know her quite well.
Ken: Just beginning to.
Paulina: She's something.
Ken: I've only known one other like her.
Paulina: My mother?
Ken: Look, it's not like she's taking an around-the-world cruise. She's just taking a few days off and there's no need to rush things.
Paulina: Well, just remember-- the longer we wait, the more time we give them to figure out a way to cut me out.
Frankie: Eve Miller.
Cass: Yeah. Listen, why don't you go over there and have a little chat with her? Since she doesn't know you, she might be a little more forthcoming in giving you the straight story on what she's doing down here in the lower depths.
Frankie: You got it.
Cass: Hello, now this is very interesting.
Cass: Ken Jordan. Could he be soaking up atmosphere for an anthropological study on pre-humanoid life forms?
Frankie: Why don't you go find out, counselor?
Cass: Yeah, why don't I?
Frankie: See you later.
Cass: See you later.
Eve: Hi, I'll be with you in just one minute.
Frankie: Actually, I'm looking for a job. Are the tips any good here?
Eve: Um, not bad. You can make a little money on the weekends.
Frankie: Any side benefits?
Eve: Well, the cook lets you eat whatever you want, if that's what you mean.
Frankie: Well, no, actually, I was thinking more about freelance work, you know?
Eve: No, I wouldn't know anything about that. I just started here. Excuse me, I have customers.
Ken: Not my kind of place?
Cass: No, I see you more as the English pub type, you know? Darts, houndstooth coat, pint of stout.
Ken: That's interesting. I see you more as the Las Vegas lounge type.
Cass: Oh, thank you very much.
Ken: You're welcome. Have you spoken with Rachel?
Cass: Since she left, no.
Ken: I hope you're going to get this codicil business wrapped up soon.
Cass: You seem very concerned.
Ken: I am.
Ken: I'm concerned with Rachel. She means a great deal to me.
Cass: Really? Then, what is this doing at your table, Ken?
Singer: A one in a million chance you know the moment that you...
Grant: John, how do I decide?
John: I can't make the decision for you, Grant. Well, they say the treatment is dangerous.
Grant: I could die?
Grant: I could also die without it.
Grant: But I have to take the chance, don't I?
John: Grant, I...
Grant: John, what would you do?
John: It doesn't matter, I'm not you.
Grant: You would do it.
John: This is your life we're talking about. Are you willing to just, get up and leave this country--give up your seat in congress?
Grant: I don't give a damn about that.
John: What about the woman you're involved with?
Grant: If I could take her with me.
John: Grant, I want you to know that whatever you decide, I'll support you.
Grant: All right, I'll let you know in a day or two.
John: I'll try to get in touch with Jamie and see if he's learned anything from Dr. Hiver.
Grant: Great. John, thank you.
John: Just doing my job.
Grant: No, you've--you've done a hell of a lot more than that. And I don't know how I'll ever be able to repay you.
John: Try getting well.
Grant: You've been a good friend. And I just want you to know how much that's meant to me.
Emma: Oh, I can't stand it, whoa. If you care even a little bit about me, don't let me go back in that kitchen.
Emma: Can't you smell those cookies I just baked? I made them for Evan, to take him in the hospital, but the devil might make me eat them all by myself first.
Sharlene: I'm not really very hungry, Emma.
Emma: Who's offering you any? I made them for Evan, didn't you hear me?
Sharlene: Sorry. Sorry, I'm just--
Emma: Out on another planet is where you are. So, what's the emergency with John's patient? It's Congressman Harrison, right? What's wrong with him? Do you know? Don't bother answering, I'm used to talking to myself around here anyway.
Sharlene: No, I--I just know that the congressman is very ill.
Emma: Hallelujah, she's talking to me.
Sharlene: Stop, it's a very rare virus. It's, uh...uh, Protesia, I think it's called, and it's very serious.
Emma: It would have to be serious for John to go running out of here like that, when he's so worried about you.
Sharlene: Well, I don't know all the details.
Emma: And even if you did, you wouldn't tell me, right? I mean, God forbid I should know anything that's going on around here. Want some more tea?
Sharlene: Emma, honey, some more tea would just hit the spot.
Emma: No problem, Sharlene, I'll be right back. Ah, if the devil doesn't make me eat all those cookies first.
Sharlene: I got to get out of here. Good, there's still time. How does that old trick work? Uh, reverse the last two. No--yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Sharlene: Hello? Yeah--oh yeah, what's up, honey?
Emma: Do you take lemon or milk with your tea, I forgot.
Sharlene: Oh yeah, yeah, they're right here.
Emma: I used to be able to remember things. I would make lists for this--
Sharlene: No. Uh, no, darling, that's no problem.
Emma: My problem is that I can't even remember what I did with the darn list.
Sharlene: Sweetheart, I've got to go.
Emma: Oh, Sharlene.
Sharlene: No, that was John. That was John. He was on the phone. He needs these papers right away.
Emma: No, no, honey-Sharlene, no. I'm supposed to--
Sharlene: I'll be right back, ok?
Emma: No, Sharlene, John told me that I was supposed to-- Sharlene.
Donna: I mean, these are just what we've been waiting for.
Michael: I don't think so, Donna.
Donna: But look at this outfit.
Michael: Donna, pictures of Eve Miller in this skimpy outfit do not make her unfit to take care of Mikey.
Donna: What about working at a place like Sassy's?
Michael: Well, that doesn't mean anything.
Donna: Of course it does.
Michael: Donna, she has a right to earn a living.
Donna: There are a lot of ways to earn a living.
Michael: And there are a lot of ways to twist things around, too.
Donna: What do you mean by that?
Michael: Look, all I'm saying is that how would you feel if somebody dug in your past and then distorted things? You know, misrepresented what you were really doing?
Donna: Well, I wouldn't like it, but I--
Michael: But what, but what? But Eve Miller doesn't have enough money to hire a P.I. That's what you were going to say.
Donna: No, I was going to say that I am not ashamed of anything. I'm ashamed of absolutely nothing.
Michael: Fine, good. Then why are you being so defensive?
Donna: Why are you acting as if I have something to hide?
Michael: Donna, you're the one who's acting as if you've got something to hide. But really, that's not the point. The point here is--look, if we get to court, and we have to play dirty, a lot of things may come up, about all of us, that we'd rather didn't come up.
Stacey: Yep, well, this is it, Felicia. I call it a tiny, cramped place where I work.
Felicia: [Chuckles] Well, I think it's a good start, honey.
Stacey: Meaning that I've got no place to go but up?
Felicia: That's it.
Stacey: [Laughs] I thought so. I'm glad you came by. Have a seat.
Felicia: All right.
Stacey: Let me clear off a little space here, yeah.
Felicia: Can I help you?
Stacey: No, no I got it.
Felicia: You're sure?
Stacey: I'll just put it, um--file it right here. You want some coffee?
Felicia: I'd love some.
Felicia: Thank you.
Stacey: I'm glad you came by. I, uh--I want to talk to you about Lucas.
Felicia: Why, what's happened?
Stacey: You're still friends with him, right?
Felicia: Well, I haven't seen him much lately.
Stacey: Well, all this waiting around for the committee to reconvene has put him in a state of limbo. And it's like he's, I don't know, he's just not doing very well.
Felicia: In what way?
Stacey: Well, it's like he's gone out of his mind. He's making threats against Grant Harrison. He is in no position to make threats or do much of anything besides just sit and wait, but he won't listen to me.
Felicia: I really don't think he means any of those things.
Stacey: Yeah, well, I hope not.
Felicia: What if I talk to him?
Stacey: I was hoping you'd say that.
Felicia: Oh. How about you? How are you doing?
Stacey: Me? I'm doing fine.
Felicia: Or are you just telling me so I won't tell Cass the truth?
Stacey: Well, this is the way it has to be.
Felicia: Cass is playing this whole thing down as though it's no big deal.
Stacey: It's a very big deal.
Felicia: I think he's hurt.
Stacey: I had no other choice. I have to do this. If I don't represent the Millers, they're not going to have an attorney. And an innocent child's future is at stake.
Felicia: I know.
Stacey: And of all people, I know you would understand the importance of a child being reunited with his mother.
Felicia: I do.
Stacey: I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you feel bad.
Felicia: No, no--
Stacey: I just wanted you to know how I felt.
Felicia: You know, I saw Derek today.
Stacey: You did?
Felicia: Mm. He's worried about you.
Stacey: It's sweet that he still cares.
Felicia: That's all?
Stacey: What do you want me to say? I mean, I'm touched. I really am.
Felicia: Oh, come on, Stacey. He still loves you, you know that.
Stacey: I know. And a part of me still loves him too. But it was the best thing for both of us.
Felicia: You had so many...you had so many good things together.
Stacey: I know. I've got a lot of good memories. But memories...well, you know, something you can't live on. And I wasn't growing. And you always have to keep growing.
Iris: Hi, darling, what are you doing out here?
Iris: About what?
Lucas: Iris, what are you doing here?
Iris: Well, I was looking for you. I wondered why you ignored me earlier.
Lucas: Is that a serious question?
Iris: Yes, it is a serious question. Look, I came looking for you because I want to apologize. I'm sorry. You're absolutely right. I was completely indulged as a child. You know, I was the apple of Daddy's eye, and whatever I wanted I--
Iris: Exactly. I guess I got used to being the center of attention, I--anyway, I realize I was completely out of line when I asked you to do what I asked you to do. And I'm sorry. Believe me. Everything's all right now, isn't it?
Lucas: No, everything isn't all right.
Iris: Well, I've apologized. What more--
Lucas: Iris, you had no right to ask me to break into Cass's safe. I mean, it makes me wonder why we're even together.
Iris: We're together because I thought we had something special.
Lucas: Yeah, I thought so too, but...
Iris: But--but, come on--
Lucas: I'm beginning to think that we got together because we were in business together and it was convenient.
Iris: Oh, is that what it was? Are you sure it wasn't because Felicia was already married to Mitch?
Lucas: Iris, I am sick and tired of hearing you blame all of your problems on other people.
Sharlene: Oh, you feel so good.
Grant: I didn't think you would come.
Sharlene: Didn't you get my message?
Grant: Yes, but you said you'd be right over.
Sharlene: Well, I got delayed, but I'm here now. I'm here for good. I am.
Sharlene: What 's wrong?
Grant: Sharly, I don't think I can believe you anymore.
Sharlene: You have to believe me. You have to.
Sharlene: Because I love you. And I just left the man I married.
Grant: But you said that to me before.
Sharlene: I know, but this time I mean it. I don't ever have to see him again. I don't have to, I--I won't.
Grant: I can't deal with this right now.
Sharlene: Don't you love me anymore?
Grant: Oh oh, please don't ask me that.
Sharlene: No, no, talk to me. Tell me--tell me why you're acting this way.
Grant: I've got a very important decision to make tonight.
Sharlene: I know.
Grant: You know?
Sharlene: I know, and you're wrong.
Sharlene: About the timing.
Grant: Sharlene, what--
Sharlene: It's perfect. France is the answer for both of us, baby.
Ken: Hello, Frankie.
Frankie: Hello, Ken.
Paulina: You know, a funny thing happened--I did get lonely. You want to buy me a beer?
Man: Go figure women. Sure. Could I have another cold one here?
Ken: It's an interesting place for a couple to hang out.
Cass: Yeah, well, we just wanted to spice up an already spicy relationship.
Ken: [Chuckles] So, how long can this codicil business take anyway? Isn't there a time limit?
Cass: I imagine Rachel's going to want it to be all behind her by the time she gets home. Well, it's up to her.
Paulina: Back off.
Ken: Excuse me.
Paulina: I told you to get your hands off of me.
Ken: That's it--take a walk, ok?
Paulina: I can handle it, Ken. It's all right.
Man: She sure can.
Ken: I said, take a walk. Take your hands off her before I break them and then your face.
Frankie: Isn't it just a little bit coincidental that Paulina and Ken happen to be in the same joint at the same time?
Cass: Darn coincidental. You know, I'm getting a feeling something's going on here.
Frankie: Business or romance?
Cass: Business, for sure. He's playing Paulina somehow, and we're going to find out how.
John: Emma? Emma-Emma.
Emma: It's about time you two got back.
John: Where is she? Her car is not here.
Emma: But I thought--
John: Where is she?
Emma: Didn't she bring you the papers that you wanted?
John: What papers?
Emma: John, you did call her, didn't you?
Emma: Oh, God, I'm sorry. She said you called her. You needed some papers. She went running out of here.
Grant: Would you come to France with me?
Sharlene: I'd go anywhere with you, don't you know that by now?
Grant: That would mean you have to give up everything here.
Sharlene: But you are everything to me. If you go to France, you have a chance to live. So do I. Because I'd die without you. Die. Come on, please. Let's both make a break for it, ok? Ok, what do you say? Let's leave tonight.
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