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Another World Transcript Tuesday 6/6/06

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Rachel: Suppose we come back to the land of the living.

Ken: Shh.

Rachel: It's almost dinner time.

Ken: Don't exaggerate.

Rachel: Aren't we just a little bit hung over? Oh, nice color green. Sort of matches your shirt.

Ken: It's the proximity to the rain forest.

Rachel: That's a myth, you know.

Ken: Huh?

Rachel: Caffeine is the absolute worst thing for a hangover.

Ken: Rachel, I have been nursing tequila hangovers intermittently, I might add, for nigh on 20 years, ok?

Rachel: And I expect you've been feeling miserable for 48 hours of each one of them, haven't you?

Ken: Well, that's --

Rachel: It's the caffeine.

Ken: Will you stop torturing me? Why are you torturing me?

Rachel: I'm preparing you.

Ken: For what? What could possibly be worse than the combat booted battalion that's taken up temporary bivouac inside my skull?

Rachel: Me trying to get a straight answer out of you.

Ken: That's it all right.

Rachel: Last night you suggested that we take off together and never go back to Bay City ever again.

Ken: Did I say that?

Rachel: Mm, it was somewhere in the middle of you trying to get stinking drunk.

Ken: Yeah, so?

Rachel: So suppose you tell me what's bothering you.

Jake: Hi.

Marley: Hi. I don't think I've ever done this before.

Jake: What's that?

Marley: Picked up the guy I was going out with rather than the other way around.

Jake: What, you like it?

Marley: I'm not sure yet. Was I supposed to bring you a boutonniere?

Jake: Oh, this early in the afternoon I think it's highly inappropriate.

Marley: Oh, ok. I think I'm about to break new ground.

Jake: Doing what?

Marley: Well, Cass is not the only one celebrating the end of his independence today.

Jake: What's this?

Marley: Certified check.

Jake: For what?

Marley: I'm your new partner.

Jamie: Is there a problem, Hilda?

Hilda: I don't know what to do with these.

Jamie: I'll handle it. I don't want to overtax you.

Singer: For just one moment it was real and I could feel that we could make it happen

[Doorbell rings]

Jamie: I've got it, Hilda. Congressman. We're having a party.

Grant: Dr. Frame, may I speak to you for a moment?

Jamie: Of course, come in. Is something wrong?

Grant: Yes, I have a friend who is in terrible trouble, and I need your help.

Sharlene: The way I see it, Dr. Benson, you and I -- we both have a job to do. You want to beat me back, and I want to do the same thing to you and Sharlene. Now, you know, to the casual observer, that would look like an uneven match, but I think you and I both know different, don't we? You two want to fight? You just bought yourself a title bout.

Sharlene: I can't do it, Dr. Benson. I just can't. How much more is there?

Taylor: Quite a bit. Are you ready? Good.

Sharlene's voice: Are you telling me you like her?

Taylor's voice: Yes.

Sharlene's voice: Give me a break. The -- she is creepy. She's so sweet. You stay with her too long, you'd probably get cavities or something.

Taylor: I understand that you don't like Sharlene. You'll have to understand that I do, very much.

Sharlene: Why should I like her? She ruins my life.

Taylor: She might say the same about you.

Sharlene: Listen, no, I've just had it with this -- this load of horse manure that you and John and Emma and everybody else keeps dumping on me. I'm here now. I have carved a -- my own life. I don't need Sharlene. I never have. She's the one. She's the one. She would've withered away and died if I wasn't showing her how to cope. Now, Dr. Benson, we can fix this. I just need your help.

Taylor: What is it you want me to do?

Sharlene: You shrinks have tricks, right? Ok? Help me to stay out here on top, and then there won't be any problem. Now, you're a smart broad. I can tell that. You're smart, and I know you know that I'm the one who belongs out here, not that helpless --

Taylor: For one thing, Sharly, I don't have any tricks. And for another, I can't do what you're asking me to do.

Sharlene: Well, then to hell with you. I'll do it myself. How you feeling, Sharlene? Shaking in your boots yet? Are you? Hi.

Sharlene: My first step is to like her. What's hers?

Taylor: The same.

Sharlene: She's determined as hell.

Taylor: You must find that same determination.

Sharlene: Who does she think she is? I really want to know. Who does she think she is? I'm the one who's been living life in this body for the past 20 years, and now she thinks that she has the right to will me away.

Taylor: She's feeling a little put out at the moment.

Sharlene: Because she's here. And because of -- of Grant Harrison.

Taylor: I'm afraid so.

Sharlene: No, this -- this -- all this isn't -- isn't over. It's not over.

Taylor: Why? Why are you saying that now?

Sharlene: This -- the word you keep talking about -- that word -- "integration" and -- how am I supposed to integrate with someone that I loathe? And how am I supposed to -- to accept her as a part of me? And -- and -- and be able to look at myself in the mirror?

Taylor: Sharlene, that's exactly what we have to work on.

Sharlene: How? How?

Taylor: Look, let me give you a couple of things to think about.

Sharlene: Ok.

Taylor: Together, you and I -- now, we've got to start finding some common ground.

Sharlene: For Sharly and me.

Taylor: Yes.

Sharlene: Ok, I don't want to be her. I can't be her.

Taylor: I'm not asking you to do that.

Sharlene: Then what?

Taylor: Look, you, Sharlene -- you've set certain -- well, you've set really high standards for yourself, and you've spent your whole life trying to uphold them.

Sharlene: There's nothing wrong with that.

Taylor: No, your dedication, though, towards your own particular set of moral ethics, it's -- it's -- it's put certain strains on you that we're -- we're just now beginning to understand. Now, Sharly is that side of you who just doesn't care about any of those standards.

Sharlene: Dr. Benson, there's nothing good about that.

Taylor: Why, why? What's the worst that could happen if you acted like Sharly?

Sharlene: Well -- I don't know. Are you act -- I don't know what you're asking me to do. Are you asking me to act like her?

Taylor: No, I don't want you to be Sharly. I don't even want you to be like Sharly. What I'm trying to get you to understand is you need to know more about her. Understand her a little better. To -- to see the reason why she was created, why she exists. What is it about her that -- that offends you exactly so much? Do you understand?

Sharlene: It is so hard for me to look at her and to believe that I would want anything whatsoever to do with her.

Taylor: We're going to take this very slowly. There's absolutely no reason to rush.

Sharlene: Dr. Benson, I love my husband. Sharly loves Grant. Do you really think I can get her to forget him? And if she loses him, do you honestly think she would ever let me forget how I had completely ruined her life?

Jamie: Hilda, would you please put these by the pool? Thank you. Grant, tell me what's going on.

Grant: You know Taylor Benson, don't you?

Jamie: Sure, she's the staff psychiatrist at B.C. General. Very good, from what I hear.

Grant: I know. But my friend has just been admitted to Morgan pavilion. And I've just arranged for an outside specialist to come in for consultation on the case.

Jamie: This is where I come in?

Grant: Right, now, I've been warned that Dr. Benson could keep the specialist away for several weeks if she wants to.

Jamie: Does she want to?

Grant: I don't know, Jamie. But my friend can't wait.

Jamie: Grant, if you leave the doctor's name and number with my secretary, I'll -- I'll talk to Dr. Benson and see what I can do to speed things up.

Grant: Great. I'll owe you one, doctor.

Jamie: I'll remember that, congressman.

Grant: Thank you.

Jamie: How have you been feeling?

Grant: I'm ok.

Jamie: Have you heard anything from Dr. Hiver's program?

Grant: Ah, I just decided to not do it this time and maybe do it the next time.

Jamie: You understand if they accept you that you have to go to France?

Grant: I know, John has told me all the stuff that I need to know.

Jamie: I'm sure he has, and you're not ready to go?

Grant: That's right.

Jamie: Are you aware of the situation? The urgency?

Grant: I just can't leave Bay City right now, Jamie. It's -- I just can't do it. Anyway, thank you for your help, all right?

Michael: Grant!

Grant: Michael.

Michael: How're you doing? Actually, Grant, I don't think you know my brother. John Hudson, Congressman Harrison.

Ken: That was the tequila talking.

Rachel: I should've known better than to get a straight answer out of you when you're in such sorry shape.

Ken: Rachel, have I told you about the local tequila? It's hallucinogenic.

Rachel: All right, that's it.

Ken: What?

Rachel: Raphael? Do you have some juice?

Ken: Rachel, all I want is more coffee and 16 hours of uninterrupted sleep.

Rachel: A little Tabasco sauce.

Rachel: Salt, pepper. You're going to love this. Ah, ha ha! Secret ingredient. There you go. You'll love it.

Ken: Rachel, if you think I'm going to drink this stuff, you are off your pony.

Rachel: For once in your life, can't you trust me?

Ken: Well, it doesn't smell too bad.

Rachel: No, of course not. It's good. Drink it up. Oh, no, no, no. You can't do it that way. Just drink it. Drink it straight down. Hold your nose. Drink it. It's great.

Ken: Oh, my. Ah.

Rachel: Good, I'll wait for you here.

[Laughter]

Rachel: Thanks, Raphael.

Raphael: De nada, Señora Cory.

Rachel: Tell him I'll wait outside.

Raphael: Angel?

Angel: Maria DeSilva no esta muerta.

Rachel: Como se dice?

Angel: Maria, she is alive. Come.

Rachel: Where?

Angel: She will see you now. Alone, si?

Rachel: Si.

Angel: Señora.

Rachel: Ok, vamos, vamos.

Ken: Raphael, donde esta la Señora?

Raphael: Americana? She followed Angel.

Ken: Miguel's son? And you didn't stop her? Damn it.

Jake: You can talk until you're blue in the face. I'm not going to take the check.

Marley: Why not?

Jake: Because I don't want it.

Marley: I know you don't want it, you need it.

Jake: I do not.

Marley: All right, I understand you're a little proud, and if you don't want anyone to know, I will just keep my mouth shut for a little while.

Jake: Oh, you're very sweet for offering, but I --

Marley: This has nothing to do with being sweet. This is a business decision.

Jake: I do not need a business partner.

Marley: Ok, Donna walks out on her share of the company, and you're telling me that you can swing it alone?

Jake: New business is driving this company into the black.

Marley: You're lying.

Jake: You're being a pain.

Marley: Donna hurt the business. Why can't you admit it?

Jamie: She wasn't in this for the long run, Marley. I was prepared for that.

Marley: She blew you out of the water.

Jake: She did not blow me out of the water!

Marley: I just can't believe that she did it to you after everything you've done for her. You were her -- her partner and her friend.

Jake: She left this company for reasons of her own, none of which were my concern.

Marley: Well, it just doesn't sit right with me. Does it you? Does it?

Jake: No, I --

Marley: I understand that she and Michael are concerned about the custody trial for Mikey, but that's no reason to just suddenly quit your job. She loved it here. I -- I just don't understand what could've happened to make her give all of this up.

Jake: I can't take your money.

Marley: All right, we will call this a loan if it makes you feel better.

Jake: You and I have enough stuff to wade through without putting money in the middle to mess things up. However, if you want to drop by to see me, just say the word.

Marley: I'm saying it. You have everything you want in this loft.

Jake: You're right. At this precise moment I do have everything I want.

Marley: We could be late for the party.

Jamie: Oh, and that wouldn't do at Chez Cory.

Marley: I -- I may ask you to take this check again.

Jake: And I may say no again.

Marley: Let's go.

[Jake sighs]

Grant: We've met.

Michael: Really? John, you never told me that you, you knew the congressman.

John: It never came up before. Hi, Jamie.

Grant: I didn't realize you -- you guys were related.

Michael: Is that right? I thought only our mother could tell us apart.

[Grant laughs] Look, I know you have to go. It's a pleasure to see you, really.

Grant: You, too, Michael. Nice to see you.

Michael: Oh, by the way, you know, I wanted to congratulate you. You are doing a wonderful job with the anti-racketeering committee.

Grant: Well, thank you. Thank you very much.

Michael: Anyway, good to see you.

Grant: Take care. How come you're not with your wife?

John: Excuse me.

Grant: Look, I want to talk to you.

John: Not here, Grant.

Grant: Listen, I just wanted to thank you for not telling your family that you're my doctor.

John: No, I want to thank you for not telling my family that you're in love with my...

Felicia: Congressman, hi.

Grant: Felicia, how are you?

Felicia: Good, are you leaving, or is it something I said?

Grant: No, nothing you said. How've you been?

Felicia: Good, you?

Grant: Fine.

Felicia: Good, I'll see you soon.

Grant: Bye-bye.

Felicia: Bye. Hi, guys!

Jamie: Hi.

Felicia: Come on, help with this, will you?

Jamie: Hilda, give me a hand here.

Felicia: Thank you. Be careful with that one. Where is the guest of honor?

Jamie: Not here yet.

Felicia: Really? Michael, where's Donna? How is the custody trial going?

Michael: Well, actually the custody trial is going -- we actually started -- she's feeling pretty rough. It's not easy these days. Actually, that's why she decided to take the afternoon off and just stay home with Mikey and play.

Felicia: Well, I'm sure Cass will understand that.

Michael: I certainly hope so.

Felicia: Yes, he will. Let me talk to John. John?

John: Hi, Felicia.

Felicia: Sharlene's in the hospital, I hear. Is she all right?

John: No, but thank you for asking.

Felicia: Is there anything at all that I can do to help?

[Doorbell rings]

John: She's dealing with some emotional problems, but she'll be fine.

Felicia: She has you. Of course she will.

John: Thanks.

Felicia: Oh, they're here.

John: Ah, good.

Felicia: Hi!

Frankie: Hello.

Cass: Hey.

Frankie: Hi, honey.

Jamie: Good to see you.

Frankie: Good to see you, too.

Michael: Cass.

Cass: Hey, Michael.

Michael: Look, I got -- I got to talk to you just a little before the party begins.

Cass: Sure, I need to talk to you, too.

Michael: Stacey dropped in on Victoria yesterday.

Cass: She what?

Michael: Look, I just -- I know that she's not so -- I don't think, anyway, she's supposed to do something like that unless you are present. Isn't that right?

Cass: That's absolutely right. What did Vicky say to her?

Michael: She didn't really say much of anything. Victoria was very upset. She got the feeling that Stacey was trying to trip her up.

Cass: I can't believe Stacey would do something so --

Michael: Unethical, Cass. Unethical is the word.

Cass: Well, that might be a little harsh, Michael.

Michael: Look, I know she's your family and you love her, but we're talking about my family, and I'm going to protect them no matter what it takes. So if Stacey is going to use tactics like this, we are going to have to play hardball.

Stacey: So what do you suppose was wrong with the tapes that they would burn all the copies?

Reuben: I don't know. According to Jake, it was because of the sound.

Stacey: Oh, right, they're going to burn 20 copies of a tape because of bad sound?

Reuben: I don't know. Call me quirky, but to totally incinerate 20 video cassettes just because the sound track was laid down wrong -- that's a little bit extreme.

Stacey: You're telling me. So, what did you find out down in the basement? Could you hear anything?

Reuben: No, I couldn't get close enough. Whatever's on those tapes they were pretty worried about it getting out, though.

Stacey: I wish I could see one copy.

Reuben: Well, that shouldn't be too hard. I mean, they ain't that sharp. They couldn't have got all the copies.

Stacey: Will you keep looking?

Reuben: You got it.

Stacey: All right.

Reuben: No -- but no -- yo, what's up Lucas?

Lucas: Hi, Reuben.

Stacey: Lucas.

Lucas: Stacey, you got a minute?

Stacey: Sure, what can I do for you?

Lucas: Well, I've got something you want.

Stacey: What's this?

Lucas: It's your retainer. I thought you might be able to use a little money right now.

Stacey: Well, you thought right. I can definitely use it. Thank you.

Reuben: Yo, I'm going to go and do some digging, all right?

Stacey: All right, dig deep.

Reuben: You got it. Later, Lucas.

Lucas: Reuben. So, what are we digging for?

Stacey: Hmm? I put a call in to the congressional committee.

Lucas: You're not going to get any response.

Stacey: Why do you say that?

Lucas: Washington is on vacation. Don't you remember?

Stacey: Yeah, but they don't put everything on hold for the summer.

Lucas: I know, but I don't think I'm at the top of their concerns. I'm just a little fish.

Stacey: Well, maybe not. I actually got two communiqués from Grant Harrison's aide, Ted.

Lucas: Well, he has to have something to do from 9:00 to 5:00. But as far as the congressman's concerned, I haven't crossed his mind in weeks.

Stacey: How do you know that?

Lucas: I've done a little digging of my own.

Stacey: Lucas!

Lucas: Everything above board.

Stacey: Are you sure?

Lucas: You know, leaks to the press are perfectly legal.

Stacey: I don't want to hear about it.

Lucas: Good, because you're not getting anymore.

Stacey: Listen, I've got to get running. There's a party over at the Corys' for Frankie and Cass.

Lucas: You want a lift?

Stacey: You're not invited.

Lucas: I know, but I thought I'd make a little peace if I could.

Stacey: With Cass? Not in this lifetime, friend.

Lucas: Well, Frankie still likes me. And anyway, I bought them a gift. I picked it out and everything myself.

Stacey: Ok, but I take zero responsibility for this.

Lucas: I will be very charming.

Stacey: I don't doubt it.

Lucas: Oh, I forgot my briefcase.

Frankie: Cass, that is stupid.

Cass: You can call it stupid if you like, but it's the truth, isn't it? We are taught from the time we feed ourselves that we're supposed to get married, have children, watch them have children, and then you die, right?

Frankie: Die.

Cass: That's life, right?

Michael: Are you looking forward to life of wedded bliss with this barrel of laughs, Frankie?

Frankie: Well, fortunately you don't have to agree with someone's opinions to love them.

Michael: Yeah, well, fortunately that's quite true.

Felicia: Cass?

Cass: Yes.

Felicia: You want to marry Frankie, don't you?

Cass: Eh, yeah.

Felicia: Why?

Cass: Because I'm crazy about her.

Jamie: That's a good reason.

Frankie: No, wait, Cass' ideas about this thing and mine are completely different.

Felicia: Yeah, so what else is new?

Frankie: Well, I love him, I'm committed to him, I plan to spend the rest of my life with him -- thank you very much -- but I don't need a ring or a piece of paper to prove that.

Cass: But you're getting them anyway.

Frankie: That's right. Because there is something to be said for tradition, and I'm a chicken and it's easier to handle my mother this way.

[Laughter]

Jamie: There you go.

Michael: So -- so, then the point is that this is not a "give up your independence" kind of thing then, right?

Cass: Well, I sure hope not.

Frankie: Absolutely not. I had our charts done yesterday, you see, and it is absolutely imperative that we follow our separate paths together or else everything will explode.

Michael: Separate paths chart?

Frankie: Astrological charts. Don't you and Donna get your charts done?

Felicia: Ah, Nancy Regan does that sort of thing.

Jamie: Now that we've determined there's no theme to this get-together, you can all go home.

Cass: Hey!

Jamie: But first, a toast.

Frankie: Ah, see? You put a glass of champagne in the hand of a Frame, and sooner or later he's bound to make a toast.

[Doorbell rings]

Jamie: I'm about to say something very important.

Felicia: Ok, ok.

Jamie: I think that independence means more than self-involvement.

Frankie: Here, here.

Jamie: I think that the freedom to know that you can love is independence.

Frankie: Jamie, you move me.

Cass: Hmm, be quiet.

Frankie: Oh, sorry.

Michael: Yeah, let the man speak, will you?

Jamie: Thank you. I think that if you love someone, and that love is real and true and from your heart, then logic just goes out the window, and reason becomes a distant memory and rational behavior an impossibility.

Frankie: This is my "congratulations on your marriage" toast?

Jamie: I think if you're lucky enough to have found love, nothing else matters.

Cass: Here, here.

Michael: Here, here.

Jamie: To Cass and Frankie. May you have great luck in love and life.

Frankie: Thank you.

Michael: Cheers.

Frankie: Salud.

Michael: Salud.

Angel: Papa!

Rachel: Wait a minute. Where is Señora DeSilva?

Man: Maria DeSilva is dead.

Rachel: Well, what's going on?

Man: Let me tell -- give me your watch and give me your money.

Rachel: You've set me up? Using a kid?

Man: Señora, don't fight with me.

Rachel: Let me go.

Man: Don't fight with me, Señora. Make it easy on yourself.

Rachel: My friend knows where I am.

Man: Give it to me now. Give me your money!

Rachel: Let me go.

Man: Stop that -- oh! I'm telling you, Señora, for the last time. Give me your money.

Ken: Drop it.

Rachel: Are you all right?

Ken: I'm fine, thank you. Are you crazy?

Rachel: No.

Ken: Are you trying to get us both killed?

Rachel: Of course not.

Jamie: Hello.

Marley: Nice speech.

Jamie: How much of that did you hear?

Marley: Enough.

Jamie: You came with Jake?

Marley: Mm-hmm.

Jamie: What about Vicky?

Marley: Oh, I don't know. I suppose she's showing up later. I haven't talked to her.

Jamie: I guess that you and Jake are getting pretty close again.

Marley: We're trying to work things out, if that's what you mean.

Jamie: How nice for you.

Marley: I'm sorry.

Jamie: About what?

Marley: Not bringing my sister along with me.

Jamie: Your sister's arrival isn't the one I've been waiting for.

Marley: I'd better go mingle.

Jamie: Are you sure this is what you want?

Marley: Don't do this to me or yourself, ok?

Felicia: Marley.

Marley: Felicia, hi.

Felicia: Hi, honey. You look so beautiful.

Marley: Thanks, you are good.

Felicia: Can I ask you a little question?

Marley: I came with Jake because I wanted to.

Felicia: You two going to get back together?

Marley: We're certainly trying.

Felicia: Really?

Frankie: Cass wants very much to win this case for you and Donna. As a matter of fact, he's working on a new piece of information.

[Doorbell rings]

Michael: Really? Can you tell me about it?

Frankie: I don't think I should. Not until we know for sure if it's for real. But I want you to know something. We want Mikey to stay with you.

Michael: Good, I need to hear people say that.

Frankie: Yeah, I'm sure you do.

Stacey: Hi.

Hilda: Hi, there.

Frankie: Hey.

Lucas: I hope you don't mind my coming.

Frankie: Oh, no, I don't mind you coming at all. But I didn't know you were on the Corys' "a" list.

Lucas: I just wanted to wish you the best.

Frankie: Oh, thank you so much.

Stacey: Oh, hi. Sorry I'm late.

Cass: We need to talk.

Stacey: You act like you're going to throw me out of here.

Cass: I'd like to.

Stacey: Cass, you invited me here. Remember, this has nothing to do with work.

Cass: Where do you get off badgering my clients' daughter?

Stacey: What?

Cass: You went to see Vicky Hudson, right?

Stacey: Yeah, but I was trying to arrange a time to get a deposition.

Cass: And that's all?

Stacey: Yes.

Cass: Is this how you plan on conducting business? Like some shopping mall franchise attorney?

Stacey: What did the Hudsons tell you?

Cass: That you tried to badger Vicky into answering questions about Donna and Michael.

Stacey: I didn't do that. I was just there to ask --

Cass: I expect better than that from a total stranger. I never thought my sister would conduct herself in a manner that you and I both know is blatantly unethical.

Stacey: Well, I am sorry that you feel that way, Cass.

Cass: Well, I do, and I'm not sure I can let this one go by.

Stacey: [Sighs]

John: Grant, what are you doing here? I didn't even know you knew the Corys.

Grant: I don't. I just came by to see Dr. Frame.

John: About what?

Grant: I wanted him to help me smooth over Dr. McGuire's transition.

John: Oh, your psychiatrist friend?

Grant: Look, Sharly -- Sharlene need the best help available, and I'm bringing in the best.

John: Sharlene is getting help. I'm taking care of her.

Grant: Look, you and Dr. Benson are ignoring Sharly's needs. I'm going to make sure that she's cared for.

John: We are not talking about two people here. We're talking about one very ill woman.

Grant: I know that. And I don't think you should force that woman to be what you want.

John: I don't have to. I know who my wife is, and the woman that you're enamored with is only one small part of her and certainly not Sharlene Hudson.

Grant: Look, John, I know that this must be killing you.

John: You don't know a thing. You don't know what I want, you don't know what I feel, and you certainly don't know the woman that sleeps next to me every night.

Grant: Look, I'm not walking away from Sharly. She expects me to be here, and I'm going to be here.

John: And what about you? You're going to ignore your health? Risk your life?

Grant: What, you want me to go to France?

John: If it means saving your life, yes.

Grant: No, I promised her that I wouldn't leave. And I'm not going to leave, John, because I love her.

John: You know you're writing your own death warrant.

Taylor: Now, one of the things that we can do for you, Sharlene, is to send you home on a controlled visit.

Sharlene: What does that mean?

Taylor: Well, you're still a patient here, but under my supervision and John's, you go home for a specified period of time, you live a normal life, and you come back here for more treatments.

Sharlene: I'm not an ordinary patient.

Taylor: I know.

Sharlene: Yeah, what -- what if Sharly comes out and then she bolts? Then what?

Taylor: Well, as I have said, you've -- you're under very close supervision.

Sharlene: I'll think about it.

Taylor: Now, we've talked about some very important things today. I'd like you to think about it all. But I also want you to spend a lot of time resting.

Sharlene: Thank you.

Taylor: I'll come see you tomorrow.

Sharlene: Ok, thanks a lot.

Taylor: Bye, Sharlene. Yeah.

Television anchor: Congressman Grant Harrison has missed eight consecutive weeks in the house, it was revealed today. Congressman Harrison could not be reached for comment, but an aide was quoted as saying, "the reason for his absences will come to light at the appropriate time." Sources close to the congressman have said he has also acknowledged an indefinite postponement of his long standing engagement to Ann Burlingame of Boston. We'll have news and pictures of those tornados that swept the region --

Sharlene: Grant.

Woman: You ok?

Sharlene: I know him.

Woman: That news guy?

Sharlene: No, the Congressman Grant Harrison -- I know him. We were supposed to go off to France together, but they brought me here.

Woman: Hmm, I know what you mean. Me and Mel Gibson were like this until they put me in here.

Sharlene: No, it's true. I'll die without him. They'll just let me die.

Woman: Hey, you want me to call Margaret or something?

Sharlene: No, no. Thanks. I'm Sharly.

Woman: I'm Amy Winston. I've been away a while.

Sharlene: Were you admitted?

Amy: No, no. They sent me away to home for my uncle's funeral, you know? But I -- I ran away from the wake. I mean, they were so busy wailing, they didn't even notice that I was gone for over an hour, right? By then, I mean, I'd already crossed the county line. Then I got real stupid. I mean -- I mean, I spent my Mom's credit cards all across the state.

[Laughs] So, by the time that they got me at the Excelsior, I was right there in Chicago, in the penthouse suite. I mean, I was there in a bubble bath --

Sharlene: If that jack-o'- lantern can pull it off -- hell yeah. Call or go online today...

Rachel: I'm all right, I'm all right. I'm not an invalid.

Ken: Well, you could've been if I didn't get to you when I did.

Rachel: Look, "I told you so" is not really what I'm looking for here. Where is Raphael?

Ken: Raphael? He probably knew what Miguel and Angel were up to, and so he took off himself.

Rachel: I thought he was our friend.

Ken: You thought he was our friend.

Rachel: Ok, ok, so I'm just a helpless American woman in a hostile country.

Ken: You said it, I didn't.

Rachel: Boy, that guy was scary. He really meant business.

Ken: I'm sorry he hurt you, Rachel.

Rachel: I'm sorry I followed a 12-year-old into -- into an alley.

Ken: Why didn't you wait for me?

Rachel: The child came in, he said that I -- I could see Maria DeSilva. That she was not dead and that I should follow him alone. I went. You would've done the same thing. Is your headache better?

Ken: From the tequila? Yeah, it's fine. Now I got a new one.

Rachel: Hmm, suppose I'm to blame for that.

Ken: You said it, I didn't.

Rachel: I wanted her to be alive. If she were alive, I'd find out more about Paulina maybe. At least whether or not that she's Maria's daughter or whether -- whether or not Mac's her father.

Ken: Listen, I'll see if I can scare us up some food.

Rachel: Ken, thanks again.

Ken: Ah, don't mention it. I'm getting kind of used to it.

Rachel: Saving my life?

Ken: Being there when you need someone.

Rachel: You're more than just someone.

Grant: Look, I need to see her, John.

John: She needs to get well.

Grant: Are you going to the Morgan pavilion this afternoon? All right, what if you run into Sharly instead of Sharlene? Sharly doesn't want to see you any more than you want to see Sharly.

John: Grant, if you don't start thinking about yourself and taking care of yourself, you're not going to make it to the Morgan pavilion, let alone to France.

Grant: Look, whatever happens to me is my problem, all right?

John: As long as I'm your doctor, it's my problem, too. Is your chauffeur out there?

Grant: Andy's in the car waiting for me. Look, I am not giving up on her, John.

Cass: You all right?

John: Yeah, yeah. I should never have come here today, Cass. Look, I got to go. I'm going to go to the Morgan pavilion and see Sharlene.

Cass: Ok. Give her our love, and tell her that we're perfectly happy to postpone the wedding until she feels up to it.

John: Thank you. I'm sure she'll appreciate that.

Cass: You take care of yourself, too.

John: I will.

Stacey: Cass.

Cass: Where's your date?

Stacey: He's not my date.

Cass: No, just a client. I'm not sure which is worse.

Stacey: Look, I want to apologize to you. You were right. I had no business going over to Vicky's without notifying both of you first, and, well, it won't happen again.

Cass: I should hope not.

Stacey: Cass, wait a second. You're my brother. I don't want to fight with you. I love you.

Cass: Stacey, you left our partnership. You chose to represent our client's opponent. You asked for this fight, not me.

Stacey: Can't we get over that?

Cass: I hope so, someday.

Stacey: I just want to be back in your life, that's all. You're the best friend I ever had.

Cass: Well, we can't be friends right now until this case is decided. You know that as well as I do.

Stacey: Cass, you're getting married. I want to be a -- come on, don't shut me out.

Cass: I love you, Stace. But don't ask me to understand what you're doing and what you've done. I don't like the way it makes me feel. I do love you -- that won't change -- but I think you made a mistake. A big one.

Stacey: Maybe. And maybe not.

Jake: Lucas and I seem to be going head to head for black sheep at this little shindig.

Marley: Oh, don't be so paranoid.

Jake: You look beautiful.

Marley: You've had too much to drink.

Jake: Club soda. In this crowd, I want to know what I'm doing every single second.

Marley: Why don't we fill my glass?

Jake: Sure.

Marley: Meet me on the terrace.

Jake: Ok.

Jamie: I thought I'd come out here and make it easier on you.

Marley: Make what easier?

Jamie: You've been staring at me since you got here.

Marley: I have not. If anyone's been staring, it's been you.

Jamie: I just thought I'd come out here and help you ease into it.

Marley: Ease into what?

Jamie: Admitting your true feelings, Marley.

Marley: You're certainly persistent, aren't you?

Jamie: Yes, I already told you that. And I know what you want.

Marley: And what's that?

Jamie: Not Jake.

Marley: Well, I haven't quite made up my mind yet, but when I decide, I'll be sure to tell you.

Jamie: Oh, what would you do if I kissed you?

Marley: You wouldn't dare.

Jamie: I wonder who would knock my lights out first -- your father or Jake?

Marley: Me.

Jamie: Marley, I want to be with you. And I'd be willing to bet some serious money that -- that you feel the same way, too.

Sharlene: Wise off, don't cuss, and if you smoke, you chew plenty of gum before you talk to anyone --

[Knock on door]

Sharlene: Come in.

Taylor: Sharlene, you wanted to see me?

Sharlene: Dr. Benson, I hope I didn't interrupt anything.

Taylor: Well, no, but is everything all right?

Sharlene: Before, when you were talking about a controlled visit home --

Taylor: Yes?

Sharlene: I was frightened. But -- but I have been thinking about it, and I think -- I think you're right. I think I could really use the time at home. And -- and if I knew that you'd be coming around to help and all --

Taylor: Well, then, Sharlene, you wouldn't have to be afraid.

Sharlene: I know. And I had this brainstorm idea.

Taylor: What's that?

Sharlene: That -- well, my niece Frankie -- it's her wedding. She's been putting it off because of me, and I would really like to be able to be there.

Taylor: Well, we can talk about that.

Sharlene: It would just mean so much to me.

Taylor: I'll talk to John.

Sharlene: Thank you.

Taylor: You look good, Sharlene. You sound good. I think we're moving forward very nicely.

Sharlene: Thanks a lot.

Taylor: Mm-hmm, I'll see you tomorrow.

Sharlene: Ok. You don't know how nicely I am. I'm going to beat this thing.

Rachel: Well, now you're less green.

Ken: Thanks to you. It was that egg at the bottom of the glass that did the trick.

Rachel: You've got to admit it works.

Ken: I do. How about you? How're you doing?

Rachel: I've made a decision.

Ken: Are you going to stick close to me from now on?

Rachel: I'm going home.

Ken: When?

Rachel: Tonight.

Ken: Tonight?

Rachel: I don't think there's anything more I can learn here.

Ken: Well, what's next then?

Rachel: I read the codicil to Mac's will. Are you coming?

Ken: And leave glamorous San Cristobal?

Rachel: When I read that codicil, all hell is going to break loose. I think perhaps you ought to be there. It would be nice to have someone there that doesn't have a stake in all this. Are you coming?

Marley: This is not the place.

Jamie: Marley, will you ever be truthful again about how you felt that night? At least the way you --

Jake: You are missing one hell of a party, Jamie.

Jamie: Don't worry, Jake. I was just leaving.

Jake: What was that all about?

Lucas: Well, that was an unqualified bust.

Stacey: No, Lucas, actually it wasn't. I -- I talked to Frankie, and she appreciated that you came.

Lucas: Oh, you know how to lie. I like that in a woman. Well, look, I -- I have those affidavits I forgot to give you.

Stacey: Oh, you do? Great, I can use that.

Lucas: Yeah, I signed them earlier. I just didn't give them to you. You know, this -- this tape keeps getting in the way. I picked it up at the "Sophisticate" screening and --

Stacey: Wait, you mean from the meeting the other night? The board meeting?

Lucas: Yeah, yeah. I was late for the meeting, so I took this. I was going to watch it, but I haven't had a chance. I might as well just toss this thing.

Stacey: Why do you say that?

Lucas: Because Iris said it was a bad dupe. Something wrong with soundtrack or something.

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