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Another World Transcript Monday 9/18/06

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Michael: Hey, hey, hey.

Donna: I've missed you so much.

Michael: Look at your hair. It looks fabulous.

Donna: Do you like it?

Michael: I love it.

Donna: Hi.

Michael: Hi

Donna: Michael?

Michael: Hmm?

Donna: You brought home an extra suitcase.

Michael: You noticed.

Donna: Any particular reason?

Michael: Maybe. Maybe presents.

Donna: For whom?

Michael: Maybe I'll show you later in person. [Sniffs] Is that bubble bath I smell?

Donna: Uh-huh.

Michael: You got a bubble bath around here?

Donna: It's hot and it's waiting.

Michael: What a coincidence, so am I.[Laughs] Come here, baby. Kiss me.

[Knock on door]

Michael: Is our bell broken? I mean, who the hell is that banging on our door?

Donna: I know that knock. I know that knock.

Michael: Tell them to go away.

Donna: I'll get it. I'll get it. Hi, darling. This isn't a very good time.

Vicky: Hi.

Michael: Hi, sweetie, how you doing?

Vicky: Hi, I need your help, both of you.

Michael: Is this really serious?

Vicky: Life or death. I am about to do the most self-destructive, potentially catastrophic thing I have ever done in my life. And I need the two of you to talk me out of it. You're not busy, are you?

Man: So, let me get this straight. Both Simmons and Lopez are on duty tonight?

Ryan: Yeah, you got it.

Man: So, you got this Sam guy to join in, huh?

Ryan: Yeah, and he's bringing a friend, so we got five to play.

Man: You know I don't like playing poker with people I don't know.

Ryan: You'll live.

Man: So, who is this Sam guy anyway?

Ryan: Well, he turned in some small hood for insurance fraud. Turns out, while we were talking, that he lives in the building. He's been looking for a steady poker game for a long time now.

Man: So he's not a cop?

Ryan: No, he's not, but he wanted to cut loose and celebrate.

Man: You sure this guy knows how to play?

Ryan: You got to be a cop to play poker?

Man: The last time you brought a civilian in, he wanted to play all those ladies games where everything was wild.

Ryan: Yeah, and if I remember, he also took you for $38 -- hmm?

Man: Yeah, that too.


[Doorbell rings]

Ryan: Listen, if Sam and his friend take you for more than your 10-dollar quota, I'll cover for you. Call it -- call it an early Christmas present. Yeah. Hey, Sam.

Sam: Ryan, how you doing, man? Good to see you. What's up?

Ryan: The boys.

Sam: Boys, how's it going? Sam Fowler. Nice to meet you.

Man: I'm Ed. This is Jerry.

Sam: Nice to meet you.

Ed: Where's your friend?

Sam: He's out parking his bike.

Jake: Hey, man, sorry I had to park my -- oh, great.

Sam: What's the matter?

Jake: We're playing poker with a bunch of cops?

Marley: Hi. Hilda told me you were out here. Can we talk, Jamie? Or is it too late?

Reuben: Josie, yeah. It's me -- Reuben. Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine. Hold on. Ok, look. Listen to me. Put on your best clothes. Get down here at Tops right now and bring some pictures, ok. Yeah, the 8-by-10s. Pronto. Ok, I'll see you later. Yeah.

Felicia: Grant said that?

Sharlene: He is pulling out of the race.

Felicia: I don't believe this.

Sharlene: And it's all my fault, Felicia. He's giving up what he believes in because of me.

Felicia: What else is he giving up? I mean, he said that he wasn't going to see you anymore.

Sharlene: I know.

Felicia: Sharlene, why are you so upset by this? God, you're not in love with him, are you?

Sam: What's up? You two know each other or what?

Ryan: Oh, yeah, we've met.

Sam: Is there a problem? Huh?

Ryan: I don't have a problem. Do you have a problem, Jake?

Jake: Can I have a beer?

Ed: What's the matter? Harrison bust you or something?

Ryan: Not yet.

Jake: Not ever.

Sam: Uh, why don't we play some cards, boys? Why don't we do that?

Ed: Yeah, I am beginning to feel luckier by the second. Yeah, let me by $20 worth.

Sam: Hey, man, I didn't know you knew this guy. He's only been in town a couple months.

Jake: I don't know him. Vicky does.

Sam: Oh, I got you.

Jake: He thinks I have an attitude.

Ryan: Damn straight.

Jake: Can I ask you one question?

Ryan: I don't know. Can you?

Jake: What are the stakes?

Ryan: Nickel, dime, quarter?

Jake: You're not serious.

Ryan: We're just cops, McKinnon. If you want to call up a couple of your little director friends, be my guest.

Ed: Now, wait a second, Harrison. I think we can bump up the pot here just a little bit. Don't you think?

Sam: Yeah, I don't have a problem. I sold a painting this morning. I'm ok.

Jerry: You sold a what?

Ryan: Can it, Jerry. What kind of stakes you talking about, Jake?

Jake: The way my luck's been going lately, I got money burning a hole in my pocket. How high can y'all go?

Michael: Excuse me. This is your life-and-death matter?

Vicky: Yes.

Michael: Finding out what Ryan Harrison is doing tonight -- this is your potential catastrophe?

Vicky: Mother, you can jump in anytime you'd like.

Donna: Victoria is interested in that handsome, young policeman.

Michael: And?

Donna: And he's interested in her. And he said that he couldn't go out with her tonight because he had to play a poker game, which is obviously a cover.

Vicky: That's right.

Michael: Oh, that's right, huh? I mean, you just wouldn't have a Wednesday night poker game with the guys. Why wouldn't he?

Donna: What man in his right mind would turn down a date with a beautiful woman like Victoria for an evening of poker and beer?

Michael: Maybe it was really good beer, Donna.

Donna: Oh, Michael

Vicky: Dad!

Michael: Well, come on, look. Why wouldn't the guy have a -- some things in a man's life supersede his love life. All right?

Donna: Like what?

Michael: Poker.

Donna: Michael!

Vicky: Oh, he still doesn't get it.

Donna: No, he doesn't. All right, you want to know who Ryan is with, but you want to protect yourself.

Vicky: Well, obviously, if he knew that I was chewing all my fingernails off trying to find out where he was and who he was with, he would think that I was desperate or something.

Michael: Or something.

Donna: Hush up. All right now, let's think. Has he ever mentioned that he's seeing somebody else?

Vicky: No.

Donna: Have you ever seen him with anybody else?

Vicky: Oh, he brought Stacey to the clinic fundraiser, but that doesn't count.

Donna: No, that doesn't count. What about work? Has he mentioned anybody at work?

Vicky: All he talks about is the policemen. Oh, no.

Donna: What?

Vicky: Oh, no.

Donna: What?

Vicky: He could be seeing a policewoman.

Donna: Oh, he wouldn't do that.

Michael: Why wouldn't he do that?

Donna: Instead of you?

Michael: I don't believe this.

Vicky: Oh, you're right. Wait a minute. Dad, really. He gave me this whole line yesterday about honesty and how it was so important to him.

Michael: All right. So why wouldn't he be telling you the truth, then, about going out to play poker?

Vicky: Well, Dad, isn't that obvious?

Michael: No! Donna and

Vicky: He's a man.

Michael: Aah.

Donna: Of course, you're excluded from that category, darling.

Michael: Why, thank you, dear, I think.

Vicky: So what you have to do is talk me out of tracking him down and catching him in flagrante depicto.

Michael: Delicto.

Vicky: Whatever.

Michael: All right. Don't track him down and catch him in flagrante depicto.

Vicky: Delicto.

Michael: Whatever.

Vicky: So you think I should do it?

Donna: Absolutely. Just that you should --

Just be compassionate and understanding. Don't jump to any conclusions. And if it turns out that he is with some little cupcake tonight and he's lied to you, then and only then do you make his life a living inferno, just for the evening.

Vicky: Ok, I've got to go.

Michael: Victoria.

Vicky: What?

Michael: Victoria, stop. Wait, talk. Did it ever occur to you to simply talk to him and tell him how you feel?

Vicky: What do you mean?

Michael: Have you ever thought of just telling Ryan how you feel about him? I mean -- I mean, just talk to him and tell him that you care for him.

Vicky: Are you kidding?

Michael: No. Honey, I have always found the direct approach to be very refreshing.

Donna: So he married me. Call me in the morning and let me know what happens.

Vicky: I'll try.

Donna: And, darling, why can't you just once choose a nice, simple, uncomplicated man?

Vicky: I did. He divorced me. I'll see you later.

Michael: So glad I could be of help. Donna, I want you to know if ever a conversation like that happens again, I'm not getting in the middle of it. You two talk because you talk a language I've never heard before in my entire life. What the hell is this?

Donna: Um --

Michael: This looks like a bill for wedding announcements.

Donna: Well, yes.

Michael: Are you and I getting married again, Donna, or this for Jake and Marley?

Donna: Yes.

Michael: Jake and Marley set a date, and you didn't tell me?

Jamie: Too late?

Marley: I didn't want to disturb you at home.

Jamie: Marley, is there something you need?

Marley: Yes, actually.

Jamie: Maybe you should just say it then.

Marley: Some things have happened in the past few days that have been confusing for me.

Jamie: What does that have to do with me?

Marley: Can't we even be civil? All right then, I'll just say what I have to say and go.

Jamie: Marley, if this is about the clinic, you can call me tomorrow.

Marley: It's about Jake and Paulina.

Jamie: What about them?

Marley: I know what you feel about Jake. So does everyone else in this town.

Jamie: Marley, what's happened?

Marley: I'm beginning to wonder just how far Jake and Paulina went when they were working together.

Jamie: Took you long enough.

Marley: Jamie, please.

Jamie: "Jamie, please" what? I told you what I know. I told you what I've seen. You told me to keep out of it. I have.

Marley: Well, other people have been saying things.

Jamie: What do you want me to do, beg you to leave him? I won't do it -- I did that.

Marley: Jamie, please

Jamie: You having doubts about Jake? You deal with it without me. I offered you every opportunity, Marley. I gave you every chance. You told me no way. If you have to make a choice, I'm not going to let you use me as your swing vote. You got it?

Marley: I guess I deserve that.

Jamie: This is your call, Marley. I am out of it.

Marley. Damn it.

Sharlene: It's not that cut and dry, Felicia. It's not.

Felicia: I'm sorry. Honey, I'm totally out of line here. And I'm the last one who --

Sharlene: No, no, really. Felicia, really, I don't have anybody outside my family that I can really talk to about these feelings.

Felicia: Ok, ok. If you want my opinion, is it possible that Grant is using this to make you feel guilty?

Sharlene: He wouldn't do that.

Felicia: How do you know that?

Sharlene: Felicia, he's giving up his political career. I hardly think he'd do that just to make me feel guilty.

Felicia: Honey, stranger things have happened.

Sharlene: What?

Felicia: Look, whatever decision Grant makes about his career is really his choice. I don't think you can take credit or blame for anything he chooses to do on his own.

Sharlene: Maybe -- maybe I should just talk to him.

Felicia: Sharlene, just be careful. Don't let him manipulate you, ok.

Sharlene: He won't. And I wouldn't let him.

Felicia: Ok.

Sharlene: Thank you.

Sharlene: Hi.

Grant: Hi, Sharlene.

Sharlene: Well, this is strange, isn't it, having you here and ignoring me?

Grant: I'm not ignoring you.

Sharlene: Oh, what would you call it?

Grant: Just getting on with my life without you, that's all. Oh, excuse me. Ann, you look wonderful.

Ann: You failed to mention this would be a dinner for three.

Grant: Oh, no, it's not. It's not.

Sharlene: No. I'll get your menus.

Grant: Sit down. Not even a kiss hello?

Ann: Not on your life. You're lucky I'm here.

Grant: I suppose you're right.

Ann: What I would really like to know is why.

Grant: I miss you.

Ann: Oh, Grant, I haven't heard from you in months.

Grant: Look, I've been trying to sort some things out.

Ann: Have you?

Grant: I was wrong to let you go, Ann.

Ann: Pardon?

Grant: I know that I shouldn't ask you to try and forgive me, but I'm going to try to.

Ann: I heard you're expected to make a complete recovery.

Grant: Yes, that's right.

Ann: Well, I'm happy about that, and I'm glad for you, Grant, but I will not forgive you.

Grant: Ann --

Ann: What I will do is get over it. As a matter of fact, I am over it.

Grant: Good. Are you seeing anybody?

Ann: No one special yet.

Grant: I want you back, Ann.

Ann: She left you, didn't she?

Grant: Please. Please come back to me.

Ann: Why should I?

Grant: Because I can give you a life of glamour and of power, a life that you've grown accustomed to.

Sharlene: Here you go. Excuse me.

Grant: Thank you.

Reuben: Josie.

Josie: Reuben, what's this all about?

Reuben: Is that the best you could do?

Josie: What's wrong with what I'm wearing? And, hey, wait a minute. Why am I wearing it in the first place?

Reuben: Look, look, you see that guy sitting in the booth? Does he look familiar to you at all?

Josie: That's --that's Leo Gascone!

Reuben: Right.

Josie: Reuben, he is one of the most important producers in Hollywood!

Reuben: Really, and I thought you'd just like him for his suit. Of course I know that. That's why I brought you down here.

Josie: What do you think you're up to?

Reuben: You, my dear, are about to be discovered.

Josie: What?

Reuben: Now, do you still have the pictures you took with "Sophisticate"?

Josie: Well, yes, but --

Reuben: Good, 'cause he's going to love those.

Josie: Reuben, Reuben, wait a minute. See those guys he's band talking with? What's her name? The one with the long hair. And she cut it off just like me.

Reuben: That's even better then. You're his type.

Josie: Oh, but we'll never get past those linebackers he's with. Do you hear me?

Reuben: Do you trust me? As your agent?

Josie: You are not my agent.

Reuben: I was once.

Josie: Oh, I don't believe this.

Reuben: You can do it. You just have to be a little creative.

Vicky: Where have you been? What's the matter?

Marley: Nothing.

Vicky: You did it yourself, didn't you?

Marley: Did what?

Vicky: You went and snuck into Jake's loft all by yourself.

Marley: Don't talk that way, ok, Vicky.

Vicky: What did you find out? Did you find out that he was going behind your back with Paulina or what? Come on.

Marley: Nothing and no. I haven't gotten my nerve up yet.

Vicky: Oh, yeah, I know what you mean. I'm trying to get my nerve up to blow the whistle on Ryan's date tonight.

Marley: Ryan has a date?

Vicky: Yes. He says it's just a poker game.

Well now, where have you been if you weren't breaking and entering?

Marley: I went to see Jamie.

Vicky: Oh.

Marley: He said he saw Jake and Paulina together before, and I thought I would just ask him about it again.

Vicky: And?

Marley: He didn't want to talk about it. Paulina is his half-sister.

Vicky: Oh, she's been his half-sister for six weeks. Please.

Marley: Well, he's loyal to her already. I don't know. He doesn't know anything for sure.

Vicky: Well, I know that the odds are against Jake.

Marley: I don't know anything anymore.

Vicky: Marley, I told you I would help you case out Jake's loft.

Marley: And what about Ryan and his poker game?

Vicky: Well, I'll -- I'll let it go. I'm mature enough to let it go.

Marley: No, you're not.

Vicky: Marley, snooping around isn't exactly your style. And what you're trying to prove is a hell of a lot more important than what I --

Marley: If Ryan is lying to you, the sooner you find out, the better. I'll be fine.

Vicky: Are you sure?

Marley: Yes! I'm just -- I'm going to stay here and try and get my nerve up.

Vicky: Oh, please. That could take us all night.

Marley: Would you give me some credit please?

Vicky: I do. I do.

Marley: Thanks.

Vicky: Wear sneakers.

Marley: Why?

Vicky: The noise.

Marley: It's not my style.

Vicky: Hey, it was just a little friendly, sisterly advice.

Marley: So you're going to go track Ryan down?

Vicky: Yep.

Marley: Well, I wish I had your guts sometimes.

Vicky: Well, you just have to put fear in your back pocket. The way I see it, you have to acknowledge the danger, but you can't let it blow you away.

Marley: Vicky.

Vicky: What?

Marley: I don't want to be right about this. That's why I'm afraid. Well, good luck.

Vicky: You, too. Are you sure you want to do this alone?

Marley: Yes.

Vicky: Well, what if you find out that -- what if Jake and Paulina --

Marley: I'll handle it.

Vicky: It could hurt.

Marley: I've been hurt before.

Vicky: I know. Be careful.

Marley: See you.

Vicky: Marley!

Marley: What?

Vicky: I'm just really proud of you.

Ann: You can't do that.

Grant: Why? Why not?

Ann: Grant, you cannot pull out of the congressional race now.

Grant: Look, I'm going to make a statement in a couple of days, and I want you right there by my side when I do it.

Ann: What is really going on here?

Grant: Ok. All right, you caught me. On two things really.

Ann: The first one being our hostess, of course.

Grant: No, no, no. Not at all. No, I'm going to give up my seat in the House so I can concentrate on a higher office in '92.

Ann: Really?

Grant: Really.

Ann: And the second thing.

Grant: I want -- I want back what we had.

Ann: What did we have exactly?

Grant: We had more than most, Ann. Would you please give me another chance? Give us another shot?

Josie: Told you.

Reuben: Ok, ok. Just give me a minute, all right? I'll think of something.

Felicia: Hey, what gives?

Josie: Hey, Felicia

Reuben: Hey, it's Felicia.

Felicia: Yeah, so, what gives?

Reuben: Just hanging out.

Josie: Yeah.

Reuben: Enjoying this view.

Josie: Oh, yeah --

Reuben: This is a beautiful ..

Josie: We love the view.

Reuben: And the food -- the food is so good.

Josie: The food is the best here.

Man: Felicia, I've been looking for you.

Felicia: Yeah.

Man: We have a problem.

Felicia: What problem?

Man: Steve -- he went home kind of sick.

Felicia: Oh, great. And I'm down two waiters.

Donna: So I decided to wait till you got home to tell you.

Michael: Donna, our daughter is remarrying her ex-husband, and you didn't -- we talked every single night while I was away. We talked about Jake and Marley all the time. You didn't say a word about them setting a date.

Donna: I wanted to wait till you got home to see if perhaps she would come to her senses.

Michael: Ha! And she didn't, right?

Donna: I tried to talk to her.

Michael: Of course. She made up her mind. November 15 -- that's the day?

Donna: Maybe you could talk to her.

Michael: Donna, I have talked to her, believe me.

Donna: You tried to talk her out of marrying Jake?

Michael: No, I just told her to be sure of her feelings, Donna.

Donna: Well, maybe you should try to be more direct with her.

Michael: Donna, come on.

Donna: Michael.

Michael: Donna.

Donna: Michael.

Michael: Donna.

Donna: Michael, I think that we should stop talking about this right now.

Michael: I think we should talk about it.

Donna: Michael could warm that bath water up very quickly in a matter of seconds.

Michael: Really?

Donna: And I think that we should talk about this later.

Michael: Ok, we'll talk about it upstairs. Ok, come on, let's go. Yes, right now. Right now.

[Doorbell rings]

Michael: [Growls] Don't move, I'll be right back.

Donna: This is insanity.

Michael: Yes? Jamie?

Jamie: Michael, I'm sorry I didn't call first.

Donna: Jamie, is something wrong?

Jamie: We need to help Marley before it's too late.

Jerry: Oh, forget it.

Ed: Too rich for me. I'm out.

Sam: I can't hang with this one either. Anybody want anything?

Jake: How about a big piece of humble pie for the officer here.

Ryan: Hey, I'm still in.

Jake: Not for long.

Ryan: Oh, really?

Jake: Daring.

Ryan: Maybe.

Ed: For the love of heaven, would you two finish out this hand?

Jake: Whew.

Ryan: Whew.

Jake: Thank you. Foiled again.

Sam: Ryan, chips are stale, man.

Ed: I think he's got something growing in his refrigerator.

Ryan: Your deal, Jake.

Jake: Boy, we are a glutton for punishment tonight, aren't we, Ryan?

Ryan: Chickening out?

Jake: Well, I just know how underpaid you public servants are, I'd hate to take all y'all's money.

[Doorbell rings]

Ed: I'm not having fun here, ok.

Sam: Cut the cards.

Ryan: Hi.

Vicky: You are home!

Ryan: What -- how did you find my house?

Vicky: I'm a reporter. Remember?

Ryan: Look, what are you doing here? You can't be from the neighborhood.

Vicky: Oh, I used to live in this building, I'm just checking out my old haunts.

Ryan: Listen, I told you that I was busy tonight.

Vicky: What is that -- that smell? Are you smoking a cigar? Oh, I don't believe this!

Ryan: Well, let's see. You know all the guys except for Ed and Jerry. Ed, Jerry, Vicky.

Jake: Oh, no.

Vicky: There really is a poker game going on here tonight.

Ryan: Surprise.

Vicky: And, Jake, where did you crawl in from?

Ed: Not her, too.

Vicky: Why would you invite a guy like Jake to a man's night out?

Ryan: I invited Sam. Sam invited Jake.

Jake: Vicky, I'm doing pretty well. Why don't you find somewhere else to play, all right?

Ryan: Oh, you play?

Jake: Ryan, don't.

Vicky: Do I play?

Sam: Yeah, let her play. We need somebody extra there.

Jake: Vicky does not play poker with us.

Ryan: Why not?

Vicky: Because he knows I'll beat all your pants off.

Jerry: Who's next, Ryan, your grandmother, huh?

Vicky: What do you say, boys?

Ed: Yeah.

Jake: I knew this was not going to go that well.

Vicky: I just have one little quick phone call to make before we start.

Ed: Sure, why not call all your little friends? We'll have a tea party.

Vicky: Who is that guy?

Ryan: He's a detective that I work with.

Ryan: So do you play five-card stud?

Vicky: Oh, five-card stud, seven-card stud, five-card draw, high, low. Oh, let's see, baseball. I do them all. It's a good thing that we're not playing strip poker tonight because you would be pretty chilly. Excuse me.

It's me. Yeah. Jake is at Ryan's. He's playing poker, if you can believe it. Listen, I'll keep him occupied for hours. You just go for it, ok. Oh, honey, you bet your life. I'm ready.

Ryan: Listen, who taught you how to play poker, anyway?

Vicky: Mr. McKinnon. He was the master when we were growing up in Lassiter. I know all your tricks, don't I, Jake?

Jake: Mm-hmm.

Vicky: The game is seven-card stud. One-eyed jacks and red threes are wild. We open with jacks are better. Is that ok with you, boys?

Josie: Oh, excuse me.

Reuben: Excuse me, I'm sor --

Josie: Reuben, did my mother see you arriving?

Reuben: No, no, no, no. She's busy and so is Felicia. Good thing old Steve was my size.

Josie: Reuben, come on. I mean, you don't know the first thing about waiting on tables.

Reuben: Yes, I do. I did it before. I mean, besides, all I got to do is deliver it. I mean, I can do that, right?

Josie: This is crazy.

Reuben: Yeah, I know. Just put your pictures underneath the macaroni dish over there.

Josie: Is that Mr. Gascone's puttanesca?

Reuben: His puttan what?

Josie: Ok, Felicia is going to kill you if she catches you doing this.

Reuben: She ain't going to see me. Now, one of these days you're going to thank me for this, you know that?

Josie: Ok.

Reuben: Ok, ok, ok.

Josie: Go for it.

Reuben: Ok.

Josie: Go ahead.

Reuben: Ok. So, what's up? I mean, who ordered the salmon with capers and the -- beu -- beu beurre blanc? Yeah. Ok. Here you go. Ok, next the surf and then turf? Monsieur, you got it. Ok. And next, but not least, the puttan-- the puttan -- who got the spaghetti?

Reuben: Monsieureses, enjoy your meal. And tipping is permitted.

Josie: You did it!

Reuben: Whew! I should be given an Emmy nomination for that. I mean, I am good.

Josie: You're damn good.

Felicia: Working here now?

Reuben: Um, I just thought I would -- I could help out.

Felicia: Like the jacket?

Reuben: Actually, yes, yes. Actually, I was just telling Josie this is nice. These are nice jackets. These are really --

Felicia: I don't know what you're up to, either one of you, but I'm sure it has something to do with table 12.

Reuben: Table 12?

Felicia: If you want to pretend to be a waiter, I've got a whole kitchen full of food to deliver.

Reuben: I'm sorry. I didn't know.

Josie: We didn't mean any harm, really, Felicia.

Felicia: Lose the jacket before I lose my temper, ok?

Reuben: Ok.

Ann: Excuse me, Sharlene.

Sharlene: Yes.

Ann: I just thought that I would let you know I'll be keeping an eye on you.

Sharlene: Oh, on me?

Ann: Yes, you see, Grant's career has taken a new direction, and, well, I don't want you anywhere near him.

Sharlene: Oh, I see. You dictate who he can or cannot see.

Ann: Yes, I used to.

Sharlene: I remember.

Ann: And I'm about to begin again. You see, Grant has to be seen with -- well, with the right people in the right places. He really tarnished his image these last few months, and, well, I intend to change that.

Sharlene: By turning him into your trained seal. Do you really think you can make him happy?

Michael: Jamie, look, if this is about Marley remarrying Jake--

Jamie: Michael, I can't just sit back and let it happen.

Donna: I knew you would come through for her. Jamie, the two of you were meant to be together.

Jamie: Donna, please, wait. I don't want to get involved.

Donna: But you just said that --

Jamie: But I don't want to see Marley hurt either.

Michael: So what's your point?

Jamie: Marley has some suspicions about the extent of Jake and Paulina's relationship.

Donna: Good.

Jamie: She came to me tonight. And she asked me what I thought. I can't get involved, not again.

Michael: So what are you getting at?

Jamie: Marley's right to be worried about Jake. Paulina fell for him hook, line, and sinker. And Jake didn't do anything to discourage her, not for a long time.

Donna: Mm-hmm.

Jamie: I saw them together. They were kissing.

Donna: You actually saw Jake and Paulina together?

Michael: So, what do you want us to do, Jamie? Tell Marley?

Jamie: Michael, she already knows about it. Jake gave her a story, and she believed him.

Donna: Oh, no.

Jamie: But if she's having doubts about him now, I just wanted the two of you to know that. I know you'll do the right thing.

Michael: Well, I can appreciate your position, Jamie, but what we are going to do is stay the hell out of it.

Jamie: Michael, I care about her.

Donna: Then you should fight for her.

Jamie: Donna, I did. And I don't have anything left because of it.

Marley: There she is -- Paulina Cantrell.

Marley: Sullivan? Sullivan, Sullivan, Sullivan. Patrick Sullivan. He's the foundation rep from San Francisco that called me about the grant for the clinic.

Marley: It's the machine.

Patrick's voice: Hello. This is Patrick Sullivan. Leave your message at the sound of the beep.

[Machine beeps]

Marley: Hello. This is Jake McKinnon's secretary. He needs to talk to you as soon as possible. If you could please call him back at his office number when you get in. Thank you.

Marley: Oh, Jake -- what have you done?

Reuben: Ok, all right. He's looking at it.

Josie: Oh, I can't watch.

Reuben: Oh, the bodyguard. He just grabbed it away.

Josie: Oh, I knew it.

Reuben: Well, hold up. Hold up. He just grabbed it back!

Josie: Well, is he tearing it up yet?

Reuben: No, Josie, he's putting it into his briefcase.

Josie: Why?

Reuben: Why? Because -- because he likes you. Because he likes your approach, everything. Look at that. The man is smiling. He's smiling. You know a smile is? We did it. Now, you better mention me when you win an Oscar.

Josie: Mention you? Are you kidding? You're going to be sitting right next to me.

Reuben: I will?

Josie: Yeah. Yeah. You're a part of my life, Reuben. And you always will be.

Sharlene: Oh, Grant. Hi, I just had a little talk with Ann.

Grant: I see.

Sharlene: Yeah. She couldn't wait to tell me what to do now that you've given her license to run your life again.

Grant: I told you I'm going back to living the life I was living before you found me.

Sharlene: Grant, I thought you told me you never loved Ann.

Grant: I don't.

Sharlene: Then this whole thing is because of what's happening with me? You're going back to a relationship that you hate?

Grant: I don't hate it. I just don't see any other choice, that's all.

Sharlene: Sharly would never have put up with a quitter.

Grant: Seems like Sharlene can't either. Excuse me.

Jamie: Sharlene, hi.

Sharlene: Jamie. Hi, sweetheart. How are you? You looking for someone?

Jamie: Yeah, but I don't know who she is.

Ed: Well, I guess that Jerry had the right idea, leaving before things got too ugly.

Sam: Sorry about brining my buddy Jake. Didn't know he'd be bankrupting us all.

Ryan: I'm out, too.

Sam: Guess you lost your touch, huh, Vicky.

Vicky: I just can't get keyed up when the stakes are so low.

Ryan: Low? I lost two days' pay already.

Ed: I don't even want to think about it. I think I'm getting a stomachache with these potato chips.

Vicky: What do you say I win back all your money for you boys?

Ed: You haven't won a hand all night.

Vicky: Hasn't been worth my while. Triple the stakes just like the old days?

Jake: Vicky, you better have a lot of money to back up that big mouth of yours, Vicky.

Vicky: I'm loaded.

Jake: Deal.

Vicky: How about we make it simple? Five-card draw. What's the ante?

Jake: You say $300, Vick?

Ed: Yeah.

Vicky: Lovely.

Ed: Excuse me. Can I ask you a question?

Vicky: Shoot.

Ed: Why are you doing this?

Vicky: I hate Jake.

Ed: Oh.

Vicky: I'll take any chance I can to beat him.

Jake: I'll take one.

Vicky: Dealer takes two.

Jake: You're going to lose your shirt, Vicky.

Vicky: That ain't nothing next to what you're going to lose in the long run, Jake.

Sharlene: So your mood is because of Marley?

Jamie: I love her, Sharlene, more than I have ever loved anyone.

Sharlene: And she's marrying Jake.

Jamie: She feels she owes him. She has this very strong sense of what's right and what's wrong.

Sharlene: Jamie, are you sure that this is over?

Jamie: Yes, and that's why it can't ever work.

Sharlene: I saw Evan before he left town.

Jamie: I can't believe what he did to Amanda and Sam.

Sharlene: Yeah, he made a lot of mistakes, but he loved Amanda, probably as much as you love Marley.

Jamie: Sharlene, that's not love. That's obsession. It was completely self-serving. If you hurt people along the --

Sharlene: I know. I know. I have done my share of that lately.

Jamie: I know Evan's family, Sharlene, but I can't find any justification for the way he treated Amanda.

Sharlene: I feel like a piece of my history left town with him.

Jamie: Why's that?

Sharlene: Oh, he's my sister's little boy. He's your cousin.

Jamie: I never believed blood is thicker than water.

Sharlene: I just hope that our children can be better family to each other than we have been.

Jamie: We haven't done so badly.

Sharlene: Oh, maybe. But I want more for this child. I want so much more.

Ryan: Why don't we all take a little pizza break?

Vicky: I'm not hungry.

Jake: I love to see you sweat, Vicky. I always have.

Vicky: You think I'm sweating?

Jake: You've never been very good at bluffing, you know that?

Vicky: Are you going to see my bet?

Jake: Why don't I use this watch as collateral? It's worth --

Vicky: I know what it's worth.

Ryan: It's real, all right.

Vicky: Show 'em.

Jake: Two pair -- kings and aces.

Vicky: Wow.

Jake: You're out of practice, Vicky. Way out of practice.

Vicky: Wow.

Ed: That's all she can say, is "wow"?

Ryan: Vicky, you all right, huh?

Sam: She doesn't look pale.

Vicky: Jake, honey --

Jake: You better have brought your checkbook.

Vicky: I may be a little out of practice, but doesn't three of a kind beat two pair? Doesn't it?

Jake: This isn't over.

Vicky: It's over. I won. You lost all your money. It's definitely over.

Jake: One day you're going to slip up, Vicky, and I'm not going to be there to catch you.

Ryan: Sore loser.

Vicky: Oh!

Sam: How did Jake McKinnon afford a watch like that? Check it out.

Vicky: Where's that pizza you guys wanted? I'm starved.

Ryan: So what else do you know how to do, Victoria, hmm?

Vicky: You got about 10 years?

[Telephone ringing]

Jake's voice: Hi, you've reached Visions. Leave a message.


Patrick's voice: So, where's the fire? I got this message from your secretary that you needed to talk to me ASAP. Jake, it's Pat Sullivan. You there? Hey, what is it with you anyway, man? A few months ago I thought you'd fallen off the face of the earth, and now two phone calls in two months? What gives? You need me to keep those two women from running into each other again? Who needs the hosing? If the other one is anything like that Marley was, send her my way. Anyway, I'm returning your call in case you hadn't noticed. Talk to you soon.

[Tape rewinding]

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