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Another World Transcript Monday 7/3/06

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Frankie: We got to go.

Cass: Oh, who says -- says who?

Frankie: Says me, says me. We -- we don't want to miss our flight, right?

Cass: We've got plenty of time, trust me.

Frankie: Cass, I'm not packed.

Cass: Trust me, baby. So, use the grab and stuff method -- it takes two minutes tops.

Frankie: No, I'm too excited.

Cass: So am I, that's the whole point here

Frankie: No, Cass, I'm talking about our honeymoon, a real honeymoon.

Cass: Well, I thought we dealt with that last night.

Frankie: No, I'm talking about France. Oh, tomorrow we wake up in our own chateau with croissants and café au lait.

Cass: Are you going to talk like this for the whole time we're over there?

Frankie: And we go swimming the whole time, yes.

Cass: Oh, geez.

Frankie: Oh, you're spoiling me.

Cass: Well, that's the idea, you see. Monsieur et Madame Winthrop, vous pouvez avoir n'importe quoi.

Frankie: What?

Cass: It means that you can have any old thing your little old heart desires.

Frankie: No, no, the other part, the Mr. and Mrs. part.

Cass: Yeah, it has a nice ring to it, doesn't it? Especially in French.

Frankie: Well, that doesn't matter.

Cass: What?

Frankie: Because in English or French I'm still Frankie Frame.

[Vacuum sweeper]

Vicky: Hello. Hello.

[Vacuum stops]

Vicky: Hello! I'm looking for the congressman.

Woman: He's out.

Vicky: Really, with whom?

Woman: None of my business and probably none of yours.

Vicky: Will this make it our business? This? I'm looking for a woman, very attractive -- spends a lot of time with the congressman.

Woman: Long blonde hair, but sometimes wears a red wig?

Vicky: Could be. Do you think he's with her now?

Woman: Beats me, but she ain't no "9 to 5" type.

Vicky: Oh, a real party girl, huh? Well, I'm just going to wait here for the congressman if you don't mind.

Woman: Just don't say who let you in.

Vicky: Oh, no, of course not.

Ann: Oh, I don't believe this.

Vicky: Excuse me?

Ann: You've really taken over Grant's life, haven't you?

Grant: What the hell? Ted? Anybody here? What is going on here?

Ryan's voice: Hi, Grant, it's me. I suggest you call your local precinct as soon as you get in. The faithful, old Ted has been arrested for embezzling your campaign funds and for kidnapping.


Grant: [Whispering] Grant Harrison's top aide apprehended for kidnapping and misappropriation of funds. Ok, Ryan, what are you trying to do to me this time?

Vicky: You must be --

Ann: Oh, you know who I am.

Vicky: Well, I'm Vicky Hudson. You were his fiancée?

Ann: Yes, we had planned to be married since we were children.

Vicky: What stopped you?

Ann: You know exactly what stopped us. Oh, I gather that he isn't here.

Vicky: Was he expecting you?

Ann: No, not exactly. I just thought that in light of everything that's happened he -- obviously I was wrong.

Vicky: Oh, wait, wait a minute. I -- I think you've got the wrong idea about who I am.

Ann: Oh, your position here is absolutely clear.

Vicky: And what is that?

Ann: You've known Grant a few months. You're in his apartment alone. You're giving the maid orders.

Vicky: Does that bother you?

Ann: Well, when did you move in?

Vicky: I don't live here.

Ann: Oh, isn't that nice to know that Grant hasn't lost his mind completely.

Vicky: Apparently not. Although, having an affair doesn't necessarily make you crazy. I don't know, sometimes it can.

Vicky: Why don't you tell me why you say that?

Ann: Why are you asking me so many questions?

Vicky: Because that's the only way to get answers. Now, did you know about this -- before today, I mean?

Ann: Of course not. I mean, Ted was Grant's right-hand man.

Vicky: Oh, looks like he had his other hand in the till.

Ann: Well, I'm quite sure that Grant is devastated. I mean, he trusted Ted completely.

Vicky: Mm, big mistake.

Ann: Yes, another one.

Vicky: You mean besides tossing you aside for this other woman?

Ann: Oh, please -- don't be coy.

Vicky: It's not me. I'm not the woman.

Ann: You're not?

Vicky: No, I'm just here to do a follow-up. I've interviewed the congressman before.

Ann: Oh, no. You're a reporter --

Vicky: No really, don't leave. All I'm asking is for the truth.

Ann: I cannot talk to you.

Vicky: But you already have.

Ann: And don't you print anything about our personal life.

Vicky: Oh, no, honey, really, don't worry. This is all off the record. Really, I like Grant.

Ann: You see, you don't understand. I mean, I wouldn't want to say anything that might hurt him. Especially when I'm sure he's just trying to cope with everything.

Vicky: Boy, it's amazing.

Ann: What is?

Vicky: Well, that you still care about him after everything I've learned about that other woman he's seeing.

Ann: What have you learned?

Vicky: Well, it's just that she's not exactly an asset to his campaign trail, if you understand what I'm saying? Now why would he leave a class act like you and risk his entire career to be with a -- a -- well, someone like her?

Ann: Apparently he is in love with her.

Vicky: Is that what he told you?

Ann: Well, he plans on marrying her.

Vicky: Incredible.

Ann: Yes, I thought so.

Vicky: So the whole time he was having this affair, his -- his closest aide was robbing him blind?

Ann: Well, it seems so, yes.

Vicky: It seems like his whole life is falling apart.

Ann: So you can see why I am concerned?

Vicky: Oh, yes.

Ann: I really have to go. I -- I think that I've said too much already.

Vicky: Ann -- Miss Burlingame, I hope the congressman realizes how loyal you really are one day.

Ann: Well, thank you.

Vicky: Oh, no, thank you. You just gave me the missing links to the inside scoop. [Chuckles]

["How sweet it is" playing in background]

John: Whoa, it smells good in here. What's cooking?

Sharlene: We got some strawberry rhubarb pie. We've got two apple over here. This is a blueberry.

John: It's also pretty darn hot in here. You want some lemonade?

Sharlene: I was just going to make apple, but I always make apples.

John: Why don't you take a break?

Sharlene: I'm almost finished.

John: Sharlene, why are you doing this?

Sharlene: It's just relaxing.

John: Relaxing?

Sharlene: Yeah.

John: Isn't this what Taylor warned you about?

Sharlene: Baking too much?

John: No, role playing. Taking up all kinds of time so you don't have time to think about anything, to feel anything.

Sharlene: Am I doing that?

John: Have you eaten lunch yet?

Sharlene: No, I didn't get around to that just yet.

John: Well, then come on.

Sharlene: I -- John --

John: Come her, come on, come on. Come over here and sit down. Come on. Sit down. Now, close your eyes and take a deep breath. Deeper.

Sharlene: [Exhales]

John: Another one.

Sharlene: [Exhales]

John: Now, how do you feel?

Sharlene: I feel --

John: What?

Sharlene: You're not going to like this.

John: It's ok, go ahead and say it.

Sharlene: I feel like I want a cigarette.

John: Oh, well, that's -- that's great.

Sharlene: That's great?

John: Yeah.

Sharlene: Now who's role-playing?

John: No -- no, I'm serious. That means that you're having some of the urges that Sharly had. That means the process is working.

Sharlene: It's working, and now I want to smoke and that -- that disgusts you.

John: That's all right, that's minor.

Sharlene: How do you really feel about this?

John: Maybe you'll quit.

Sharlene: Yeah right. Starting now.

John: Good for you.

Sharlene: What's next?

John: Sharlene, let's not worry about what's next. Let's just take this one step at a time, ok?

Sharlene: That's what Dr. Benson says to do. Slice of pie?

John: Sounds terrific. And so are you.

Sharlene: Is that me or the person I used to be?

John: You.

Sharlene: I wonder if you're going to keep saying that when things keep changing.

John: Sharlene, you will always be the person that I fell in love with, the person who changed my life. It's true.

Sharlene: So taste already.

John: Of course I'm going to taste. Mm, mm, mm. Thank God some things haven't changed. Come on, are you going to have a piece of this?

Sharlene: First, I'm going to check my horoscope.

John: Oh, good. Check mine, too. As always. I don't really know what section -- [Gasps]

Frankie: You hate the idea -- I don't know why you're denying it.

Cass: I'm not denying anything. You want to go through life with your own name -- it's fine with me.

Frankie: Fine? Bull, you should've seen your face.

Cass: I was surprised, that's all.

Frankie: No, I think it was a little bit more than that, Cass, you actually blush.

Cass: I have never blushed in my entire life I'll have you know.

Frankie: There is a first time for everything. You were bright red, right to the tips of your ears.

Cass: I was not. Why would I have a red face?

Frankie: Maybe because you like to think of yourself as a typical male chauvinist pig?

Cass: Oh, is that -- is that what you think I am?

Frankie: No.

Cass: You do, don't you?

Frankie: Would I have married you if I thought that? Cass, are we fighting about this?

Cass: I'm not sure. No. Why would we fight about this?

Frankie: Because it hurt your feelings.

Cass: It didn't hurt -- no, really, it didn't.

Frankie: No, it did, and -- and -- I'm sorry, but I haven't thought of myself as Mrs. Anybody since fifth grade.

Cass: I know that. I can see it's not you.

Frankie: My name is part of who I am, and we should've talked about that.

Cass: Yeah. I just got hung up in my own fantasy, that's all.

Frankie: What do you mean?

Cass: Well, the way it sounds. Husband and wife -- Mr. and Mrs. Winthrop. To me, it says that we've become part of each other, that we've become inseparable.

Frankie: Oh, you are so sweet.

Cass: No, no, I'm not sweet.

Frankie: You're not trying to make me your property, you just want to share everything with me, including your name.

Cass: Besides, names -- last names with two syllables just sound better. I'm sorry, but there it is. That's the way I feel about it, that's all.

Frankie: Cass.

Cass: What? What are you doing?

Frankie: Oh, you are such a romantic. And you know what I think?

Cass: I'm sure you're going to tell me.

Frankie: The problem here is, is that even though we weren't thinking about this directly, you assumed that I was thinking the same as you, which we usually do, but this time we weren't. And then when you figured out that I wasn't thinking the same as you, you felt embarrassed and misunderstood and so did I, which is ridiculous because we didn't have an understanding to begin with.

Cass: Right.

Frankie: Right, and we cannot let that happen again.

Cass: No, we can't.

Frankie: Right. You know, there's a lot of things about being married that we never even discussed.

Cass: Hey, you can't anticipate everything, right?

Frankie: Right, that's true, but we don't know who sleeps on which side of the bed and who gets to shower first.

Cass: Well, we're just going to have to trust that we can work these things out as we go along, you know? Especially when we have kids.

Frankie: Kids?

Cass: Now they get to be Winthrops.

Frankie: You're planning our children's names and we haven't been on our honeymoon yet?

Cass: [Chuckles] Why not? When I'm with you everything seems possible.

Frankie: Do you mean that?

Cass: Don't you feel it -- that together we can handle anything? Don't you?

John: Frankie is fine. She and Cass are -- are leaving for their honeymoon.

Sharlene: You should've told me about this. You should've told me she was missing.

John: I was -- I was going to. I'm sorry you had to read about it in the paper.

Sharlene: Snatched from her own wedding, thrown in the back of a van and held by some --

John: Nobody knew what was going on. All of a sudden she was just gone.

Sharlene: I can't believe this.

John: I didn't want to frighten you.

Sharlene: Or set me off.

John: I didn't want to keep things from you, Sharlene, but Taylor backed me on this. It was too stressful of a situation. I mean, you were already pretty --

Sharlene: I was crazy, John. I was holding you at gun point. I was threatening to leave.

John: No, no, you weren't. Sharly did that -- you stopped her.

Sharlene: What would Grant Harrison's aide have wanted to do with Frankie? None of this makes sense.

John: I don't know. I mean, the police are checking into it.

Sharlene: Did Frankie find out he was stealing all that money? I -- I --

John: I don't know.

Taylor: You ready for a house call?

Sharlene: Hello, Dr. Benson.

John: Sharlene just read about her niece in the paper.

Taylor: I'm glad she's ok.

Sharlene: Dr. Benson, I should have known about this.

John: Well, I'll let you two get started. You can stay here, I'll go in the living room.

Taylor: Actually I'd like it if you'd stay, John. I'd like to talk to the both of you before we go into our session. Sharlene, how are you adjusting to being home?

Sharlene: I'm taking your advice. I'm trying not to censor myself.

Taylor: And how's that going?

Sharlene: Well, I felt like having a cigarette earlier, and I did tell John about it. So --

Taylor: Nothing terrible happened?

Sharlene: I was a little self conscious but that -- that was about it.

Taylor: Well, you're going to find unexpected thoughts or feelings cropping up as we go along.

Sharlene: I am still angry that I was not told about Frankie.

Taylor: We made a decision for you. We may have been wrong.

Sharlene: This isn't like me.

Taylor: I think it's very like you, the new you.

John: Sharlene is very concerned that she's going to end up being something -- somebody completely different.

Taylor: Well, that's a natural fear, but it's not the way that it works. You still get to choose the person you are, Sharlene. You just -- you do it more consciously.

Sharlene: How?

Taylor: Well, you do it every time you act on an impulse or express an emotion -- every time you make a choice. And it's one of the things that we talk about in therapy.

Sharlene: But I could change a lot.

Taylor: Well, you could, but I -- I don't think you will. There's too much you like about yourself already, with good reason. Look, don't -- don't worry. This all takes time. Before we go into session, is there anything else either one of you wants to discuss?

Sharlene: Yes, we have to talk about Grant Harrison.

Ryan: Here I am.

Grant: Maybe you would like to tell me just what the hell is going on here?

Ryan: Stop barking orders at me.

Grant: Ok. Let me hear it. How could this happen?

Ryan: It happened because Ted wanted it to happen.

Grant: And you were right there along with him.

Ryan: Oh, come off it. This wasn't entrapment.

Grant: Well, what the hell would he want with kidnapping that woman?

Ryan: Look, you're going to have to face this, Grant. Good, old, loyal, subservient Ted pulled a fast one -- a real expensive fast one. Only this time he wasn't about to let anyone get in his way.

Grant: Oh, come on, you've always had it in for Ted anyway.

Ryan: You know, I always knew that he was using you -- it turns out I was right.

Grant: Do you expect me to believe that he was skimming funds all of this time?

Ryan: He's been stealing you blind for years.

Grant: Yeah?

Ryan: Only this time I was ready for him.

Grant: How?

Ryan: Well, I had some discreet backup.

Grant: So what are you doing, undercover work again?

Ryan: Well, it's something I'm good at.

Grant: Well, why didn't you tell me about this?

Ryan: Oh, as I remember, you weren't in the mood to listen -- oh, except to Ted.

Grant: Can you prove this?

Ryan: I don't expect you to believe me. Read the police report.

Grant: I can't believe he would sabotage me. And you've spent all your time uncovering this scam.

Ryan: Look, I know you're shocked about this.

Grant: Shocked? I am furious. Why didn't you tell me what was going on?

Ryan: Me?

Grant: That's right. For my money, you're just as bad as Ted.

Bridget: There, here we go. I brought you a wee snack.

Vicky: Thank you. I think I've got a real story here, Bridget.

Bridget: Oh, my. You know, I can't wait to see it in "Brava." And there it is with your name on it and everything.

Vicky: Oh, no, this isn't magazine material. It would never hold up. It's front page news. Once it hits the stands, I'll be able to write my ticket.

Bridget: What are you talking about?

Vicky: Well, Cory Publishing will have to take me seriously as a reporter as long as everyone else does. What are you smiling about?

Bridget: Well, I was just thinking about how you always bounce back. I mean, you know, just a few days ago you were down in the dumps because you met this young man.

Vicky: Yeah, well, I'm not waiting around for him.

Bridget: That's the spirit.

Vicky: I haven't forgotten about him, though.

Bridget: Oh, no.

Vicky: I still expect him to show up some day.

Bridget: Did he tell you that on the phone?

Vicky: Bridget, I'm awfully busy. I have to get back to my work.

Bridget: Oh, I'm terribly sorry I disturbed you.

Vicky: Thank you.

Vicky: "Sources close to the congressman admit he has virtually abandoned his bid for the presidency because of his all-consuming passion."

[Door slams]

Vicky: Perfect.

[Doorbell rings]

Singer: Sooner or later you're gonna be mine

Vicky: Hello.

Ryan: I hope I'm not late.

Vicky: Oh, no, not at all. Come in. Still in time for a champagne toast before the ceremony.

Ryan: Mm.

Vicky: Mm.

Ryan: First things first. I hope there's still time for this.

Vicky: Another present? You shouldn't have.

Ryan: Well, it's not every day the woman you love wins a Pulitzer prize.

Vicky: Mm, true. Oh, boy, the boys in the newsroom will love these.

Ryan: Ah, just as long as they don't love you.

Vicky: Oo, ah -- you sure do know how to make a woman feel good, you know that?

Ryan: I am going to be so proud walking in there with you.

Vicky: Oh, stop, you're embarrassing me.

Ryan: Mm, that's not true. You love every minute of it.

Vicky: Oh, true, I do.

Ryan: And why shouldn't you? You've worked very hard for what you've got.

Vicky: I knew it could be like is.

Ryan: What -- as soon as you found the right man?

Vicky: No -- as soon as I found myself.

Taylor: So what is it you want to discuss about Grant, Sharlene?

Sharlene: I want to discuss this. He's in real trouble.

John: You read what happened?

Taylor: Yes. How do you feel about what's happened..

Sharlene: Concerned. Responsible, maybe, on some level. I don't know.

Taylor: And how do you want to handle those feelings?

Sharlene: I was wondering if I should see him?

John: Again?

Sharlene: I don't even know what I would say to him, John. I -- I --

Taylor: I -- I understand.

John: I don't think it's a good idea to get in the middle of Grant Harrison's problems.

Sharlene: Dr. Benson, what do you think?

Taylor: I think you should do what you feel is right -- when you're ready.

John: Well, thank you, Taylor. Look, I don't want her mixed up in this mess.

Taylor: And who said she will be?

John: Isn't it possible that you're just feeling guilty?

Sharlene: I don't feel obligated. I just feel sorry for what he's going through. He trusted the wrong person -- people. Everyone has let him down, and -- and he's not well.

John: When do you want to see him?

Sharlene: Right away.

Ryan: Look, I never -- I never turned my back on you.

Grant: Did you know what this would do to my reputation -- or didn't you even care?

Ryan: Some things never change, do they? I -- I just -- I just saved your skin, exposed the sleazeball, and you're still acting like this was my fault.

Grant: But you could have come to me.

Ryan: When, when? What, after you hung up on me for the 50th time? This was the only way, Grant. I had to nail him.

Grant: I can't believe this, I cannot believe that this man has done this to me.

Ryan: Well, he did do this to you, and if I have anything to say about it, it's going to cost him big time.

Grant: I never saw this coming. Why? Why would Ted want to destroy me?

Ryan: I think because he always wanted to be you.

Grant: No, that's not it. Ted didn't -- he wasn't that way. He -- he wanted the best for me. He wasn't... he wasn't jealous.

Ryan: Unlike me.

Grant: There wasn't tension between us.

Ryan: I can't believe you're still -- you're still defending this piece of garbage.

Grant: I am not defending him!

Ryan: Listen to yourself. Listen to yourself. How is it that you can still think the best of him and the worst of me -- your own brother?

Grant: I don't know. You always resented me.

Ryan: Oh, no, the old man saw to that. He had us at each other's throats from the time we could walk.

Grant: He just thought it encouraged healthy competition, that's all.

Ryan: You -- you thought that was healthy?

Grant: He likes winners, that's -- that's it.

Ryan: What, and no matter who gets left behind, right?

Grant: I don't think he ever ....

Ryan: Oh, no. And you're getting more and more like him every single day.

Grant: Look, I am not up for a fight about Dad, all right?

Ryan: Fine! What do you want to fight about?

Grant: I need to ask you about Ted. I need to know how he engineered this whole thing.

Ryan: He knew just how play to you. And he'd -- he'd give you reports. He'd ask for your signature. I mean, he'd hassle you just enough so that -- so that you'd let him handle things.

Grant: That was his job. That was his job. My job was to concentrate on policy.

Ryan: And you never got the slightest bit suspicious about that?

Grant: Why? Why would I? Besides, I was preoccupied with other things.

Ryan: Well, I can see that. I mean, you haven't been in D.C. in months. And Ted's arrested, and -- and you're off on some secret mission to God knows where.

Grant: I was in France. It's something that I couldn't put off. Besides, Ted knew exactly where I was.

Ryan: Well, I guess that's probably why he decided to make his move when he did. You know, he sort of came unglued when you got this new girlfriend.

Grant: What does Sharly have to do with this?

Ryan: You still don't get the picture, do you? Ted wanted her out of the picture permanently.

Grant: Well, look, I know he wasn't thrilled about this girl but --

Ryan: No, look, Ted -- Ted set up this whole kidnapping to get rid of her.

Grant: You mean Sharly was the target?

Ryan: What -- what do you think, he just went nuts one day and decided to snap some poor bride? Look, the goon he hired botched the job. He grabbed the wrong woman.

Grant: What was he going to do to her?

Ryan: Lithe y off. He was going to have her dump you and then leave town at the same time. He figured that would get you back on the campaign, and then the money would start rolling in again.

Grant: How do you know this?

Ryan: He hired me to work for him. My salary came -- came out of your account, too.

Grant: I don't understand. How could he ask my brother to do this?

Ryan: He knew that we didn't get along. He figured that he could take advantage of that.

Grant: So you went right along with him, huh?

Ryan: I had to get evidence. Are you listening to me? Listen, I wasn't going to let anything happen to her. I mean, who is she anyway?

Grant: I can't get into it.

Ryan: Why not? Why not -- because your personal life is still off limits?

Grant: It's complicated, Ryan.

Ryan: Oh, no, not to me. To me it's real clear.

Grant: Look, I thank you for doing what you did for me.

Ryan: Oh, well, you know, at least I was useful. I mean, that's a switch, right?

Grant: Ryan.

Ryan: Listen, don't worry. I mean, you don't want me in your life anyway. I'm out of here.

[Door slams]

[Phone rings]

Grant: Grant Harrison.

Taylor: Grant, it's Taylor Benson. I just had a meeting with Sharlene, and she'd like to see you.

Grant: Oh, she would?

Taylor: It would be a controlled setting.

Grant: Fine, fine, whatever is comfortable for her. When?

Taylor: Right away if you could manage it.

Grant: Great, great. Where would she like to meet?

Taylor: Um -- could you come out to the farm?

Grant: Yeah, I'm on my way.

Frankie: You know, this is amazing.

Cass: Why thank you.

Frankie: I mean -- I mean, we've already had our first fight as a married couple.

Cass: I'm glad we got that behind us.

Frankie: Oh, boy, me, too.

Cass: Oh, boy.

Frankie: Oh, boy. I hate walking on eggshells about things like that.

Cass: [Laughs]

Frankie: What?

Cass: You never walk on eggshells.

Frankie: Yeah, no, I guess I don't.

Cass: You know what I really liked?

Frankie: What?

Cass: I liked making up.

Frankie: Oh, that met with your approval, did it?

Cass: Oh, yeah, 9.7 easy -- maybe more. The fight, however, was rather silly -- 3.4 at best.

Frankie: That's true. But you know what?

Cass: What?

Frankie: I think all in all we handled things pretty well.

Cass: Oh, good. I'm glad you feel that way. Life with you is not going to be dull is it, Mary Frances?

Frankie: Mm-mm, better not be.

Cass: I mean, here I am grateful that you're in my arms without anything crazy having happened in the past 24 hours.

Frankie: You know, you're right, it has been kind of quiet. Maybe you're really stuck with me after all, huh?

Cass: There were a couple of times this week when I wondered if I had lost you for good.

Frankie: Oh. No -- no way.

Cass: I couldn't bear to be without you, I hope you realize that.

Frankie: You're not going to be one of those, are you?

Cass: One of which?

Frankie: One of those men that always tell you to wear a scarf when we go outside or something?

Cass: I'll just periodically remind you not to get into any unmarked vans, how's that?

Frankie: Oh, that sounds good. You know, I still cannot figure out who those guys were really after. I know it wasn't me.

Cass: Hey, hey, I thought we agreed we'd deal with that when we came back?

Frankie: You know, I can't help thinking about it, can I?

Cass: Suppose I try real hard to take your mind off it?

Frankie: What a clever man you are.

Cass: Right now this is the only thing that matters.

Frankie: I can't believe this. We finally did it.

Cass: Yeah.

Frankie: We're really married.

Cass: Yeah.

Frankie: Yeah.

Cass: It just hit you, huh?

Frankie: Mm-hmm.

Frankie: I never believed in happy endings until I met you.

Vicky: Bridget, could you get in here a minute?

Bridget: Yes, dear, what is it?

Vicky: I need you to do me a favor. Could you please call Mercury Messenger and tell them I have a package for them to pick up?

Bridget: Have you finished your story?

Vicky: Not only have I finished it, I think I sold it.

Bridget: Already, dear? That's wonderful.

Vicky: I know, I called the editor of "The Bay City Herald." I pitched it to him.

Bridget: You mean, you just called him right out of the blue?

Vicky: Mm-hmm. He didn't hang up on me, either. He said, after I told him what the article was about, that he would be very interested in it.

Bridget: Well, I'd better make that call right away.

Vicky: Thank you, please go, yeah.

Bridget: Is it in here?

Vicky: Yeah, it's in there.

Bridget: What's the story about, dear?

Vicky: Dangerous liaisons.

Bridget: Oh, my -- dangerous liaisons. And you know all about them, don't you?

Vicky: Yes, I do, but the next time I get involved with a man, it will be nothing like what I've just written.

Singer: Got my diamonds

Vicky: Oh.

Singer: Got my yacht

Ryan: Oh, is anything the matter, darling?

Vicky: Well, it's -- it's just do you mind if I don't wear it? My wrist is simply too tired to hold it up.

Ryan: Oh, you've been writing all day.

Vicky: As always.

Ryan: Well, I don't want you to strain yourself.

Vicky: It's hard to stop when you're as driven as I am. You understand that, though, don't you? I hope you didn't have to cancel any meetings to be with me this evening.

Ryan: Just one. I was having dinner with George.

Vicky: Oh, no. I'm sorry.

Ryan: Oh, no, don't be. He'll be there for another three years. I'll catch him later.

Vicky: You cancelled dinner with the president to be with me.

Ryan: Well, he didn't want me to miss your moment in the spotlight. He told me to give you his love. I said I would -- in person.

Vicky: You're so sweet. We'd better go.

Ryan: If they were giving out a Pulitzer prize for beauty, you'd win that, too.

Vicky: Oh, this is perfect.

Ryan: Mm, what, tonight?

Vicky: Tonight, you, me, us.

Ryan: Did you expect anything less?

Vicky: No. Let's go.

Singer: Got my guy and my sky of blue now, however I own the view

John: Come in.

Grant: John.

Grant: Sharlene, how are you?

Sharlene: I'm fine. Thank you for coming all the way out here.

Grant: Well, I wanted to.

John: I'll be outside.

Taylor: I think it would be best if you and Grant kept this short. I'm going to go out and join John. If you need me --

Sharlene: I appreciate it. I think we're fine.

Grant: It's so good to see you. I hope you don't mind me saying that.

Sharlene: No. Could I get you some iced tea or something?

Grant: Sure, sure. Iced tea would be great.

Sharlene: Ok, it'll just take a minute. Let me just --

Grant: Could I have a seat?

Sharlene: Please do.

Taylor: Your reaction's healthy, you know?

John: I hate this, Taylor. He's in my house, with my wife, and I'm out here.

Taylor: And you blame me?

John: You could have stopped this.

Taylor: I didn't see any reason to.

John: I don't see how this is going to help.

Taylor: Look, Sharlene needs to talk to Grant. She can't be happy with you unless she deals with him.

John: I don't see it that way.

Taylor: He's been extremely important to Sharly. She gets to decide if she sees him now, not you. Look, I'm sorry, John. I understand your frustration.

John: Funny, that doesn't seem to help.

Grant: Thanks. Why -- why did you decide to meet with me? Did something happen?

Sharlene: I read the article in the paper.

Grant: Can you believe -- Ted capable of doing something like that?

Sharlene: I don't remember ever meeting Ted.

Grant: But --

Sharlene: Listen, I only have some of Sharly's memories. That's why I wanted to see you, one of the reasons why. You see, I -- I just felt like, or at least I hope that I wasn't the cause of this crisis.

Grant: You? No, of course not.

Sharlene: It's because ever since I read the article I felt somehow responsible.

Grant: No, it's not your fault.

Sharlene: Good, because I feel like I've already caused you enough pain. I'm so sorry that everything is going so badly for you right now.

Grant: Is that -- is that the reason I'm out here -- is because you feel sorry for me?

Sharlene: No, that's not the reason. No, I -- I wanted to see you.

Grant: How do I look?

Sharlene: You don't look like someone who's had the rug pulled out from under them.

Grant: I'm glad to hear it. You know, in spite of the fact that I don't really know you that well --

Sharlene: You know, I can't imagine how strange this must be for you.

Grant: Well, probably -- probably no more strange than it is for you.

Sharlene: I'm sorry, I interrupted you.

Grant: No, I just wanted to say that we have something in common, aside from what we shared.

Sharlene: What's that?

Grant: Well, we're both fighters.

Sharlene: I can tell one thing that's different for you. I know you're used to winning. What?

Grant: What you just did just now with your hair. That's exactly like Sharly.

Grant: I'm sorry, that just kind of came out. It took me by surprise.

Sharlene: Yeah, I could tell.

Grant: Seeing that part of Sharly suddenly, it's like she's still trapped inside of you.

Sharlene: I think that's exactly what it's like for her.

Grant: It's just -- I -- I didn't expect it, that's all.

Sharlene: Neither did I. That's -- that's how it is lately, though. Things just keep coming to the surface.

Grant: Yeah, I was starting to wonder maybe I'd lost her forever.

Sharlene: Are you all right? You look very pale.

Grant: Oh, that's right. You don't know, do you?

Sharlene: I know that -- that you were John's patient.

Grant: You don't remember any part of Sharly's memories that way?

Sharlene: None. Listen, let me get John.

Grant: No, no, no, no, it's ok. It's all right. I'm just a little -- I'm a little tired, that's all. I've been traveling all night, and it's just -- it's like jet lag.

Sharlene: This is a lot more than jet lag. Are you going to tell me what it is? Please. I feel like I have a right to know.

Grant: Yeah, I suppose you do.

Sharlene: John told me what it was called. I can't remember the name of it.

Grant: It's -- it's -- I've contracted something called Protesia virus.

Sharlene: How serious is it?

Sharlene: Grant, you're dying. That's it, isn't it?

Cass: Ok, they're all locked.

Frankie: And the phone machine's on?

Cass: No electricity, remember?

Frankie: Right. The boiler's off.

Cass: It's August, remember?

Frankie: Right. And you've got the tickets.

Cass: Right here. And both our passports.

Frankie: We're out of here.

Cass: Let's go. Allons-.

Frankie: Wait. I need a hug.

Cass: What's the matter, baby?

Frankie: [Sighs]

Cass: What's wrong?

Frankie: Nothing. Everything -- everything is so right. You and -- and our house, and I don't want to leave.

Cass: We're going to come back. It'll still be here. We have to pay for it, remember?

Frankie: I just want to memorize everything about this room at this very moment. I have never been as in love as I am at this very moment. We're so in sync.

Cass: It's disgusting, isn't it?

Frankie: Yeah.

Cass: You know what?

Frankie: What?

Cass: It's only the beginning. We have our whole lives together to become ever more synchronized.

Frankie: Well, I still can't get used to that. Every time I look at you this little voice goes, "you know what? That's your husband."

Cass: The voice sounds -- the voice sounds pleased?

Frankie: Yeah.

Cass: Oh, good.

Frankie: Oh, yeah. I'm amazed that something this wonderful could happen to Mary Frances Frame. Promise me you'll always love me the way you do right now?

Cass: I promise you.

Frankie: And that if anything ever changes you'll tell me?

Cass: You will be the first to know. But if anything ever changes, it's only going to be for the better. So relax.

Frankie: I worry too much, right?

Cass: If you want something to worry about, why don't you start in on whether or not we're going to make this flight to Paris?

Frankie: Oh, my God. Cass, we only have a half hour. Let's go. Cass!

Cass: Like Felicia said, this should be one hell of an adventure. Coming.

Vicky: Ok, the newspaper is expecting this, so don't stop for coffee along the way. You got it? A lot is riding on this!

[Doorbell rings]

Vicky: What did you forget besides to say thank you, kid?

Ryan: I thought you were the one who was supposed to be grateful.

Vicky: Hello.

Ryan: Hello. I see you type as well as you ride.

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