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Another World Transcript Tuesday 11/21/06

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John: Taylor.

Taylor: Good morning.

Michael: Well, there's nothing like an 80-pound cast-iron Christmas tree stand, I always say.

Donna: Oh. Michael: There.

It's perfect there.

Michael: Yeah?

Donna: Yes.

Michael: Look, let me see. Go easy on the Christmas cheer later on, ok? I mean it could backfire on us.

Donna: I want Marley to understand that her family believes in her, and that this trial nonsense isn't going to stop our lives for one second.

Michael: Yeah, honey, but it is affecting our lives. I mean, that's the fact.

Donna: Well --

[Doorbell rings]

Michael: I'll get it.

Donna: Oh, I'll get it. I'll get it. Oh, what do you want?

Ryan: I was hoping that maybe Vicky was around.

Donna: Well, she's not here.

Ryan: Look, um, she won't see me. She's not answering my calls.

Donna: [Scoffs] Do you wonder why?

Ryan: I'm worried about her.

Donna: Oh, don't worry. She has her family to take care of her.

Ryan: I'm sorry, but I'm not going anywhere until you talk to me about Vicky.

Vicky: All right, the presents are all ready. What? I'll just take them over as Marley.

Bridget: That's the wrong paper. You're going to be found out.

Vicky: Why?

Bridget: Well, 'cause Marley don't -- never uses that kind of paper. She uses old-fashioned paper with candy canes and Santa Clauses on it.

Vicky: It's getting very complicated. Here, do the best you can.

Bridget: It's not going to work, you know.

Vicky: Bridget, it will work. I was in the courthouse yesterday and nobody caught on. I was face to face with Jamie and he thought I was Marley. So did Cass.

Bridget: They were distracted. You know, you can't keep this up forever, dear. I mean, the wrong paper, the wrong gesture. I mean, the first thing you know, you're gonna be tricked.

Vicky: Bridget, right now all I am worried about is the holidays.

Bridget: Yes, and your parents expect both of you to be there, too.

Vicky: Well, I think I've got that figured out.

Bridget: Where have I heard that before?

Vicky: How does this sound? Tonight, I will go over to my parents as Marley. When I get there, I'll tell them that I'm going to be late.

Bridget: You mean, Victoria is going to be late.

Vicky: Of course. But then I won't show up.

Bridget: Why not?

Vicky: Because I'll already be there being Marley.

Bridget: Yes, but what's the reason, dear? Where are you supposed to be?

Vicky: Well, I'll sneak upstairs and I'll call, and I'll tell them that I got a last-minute dinner invitation and that I can't make it.

Bridget: Now, your father was very clear about the fact that he wanted both of you there together.

Vicky: I know. But as Marley, I'll explain that Vicky has to get out.

Bridget: Well, what about Steven when Jamie brings him over here?

Vicky: You two can make cookies and I'll get back as soon as I can.

Bridget: All right, I will. I will. But, darling, what about -- what about Christmas day when you're going to have dinner at your uncle John's house?

Vicky: I will go there as myself. I have to because I'm gonna take Steven there.

Bridget: And where is Marley going to be?

Vicky: Here, resting.

Bridget: Suppose your father comes over here to visit Marley?

Vicky: I'll stop him.

Bridget: How?

Vicky: Bridget, you're not helping.

[Phone rings]

Vicky: Get that.

Bridget: Saved by the bell. Hello? Oh, Miss Donna. Oh, yes -- yes she is here. I'll tell her. I beg your pardon? Oh, yes, I'll tell her that. Thank you very much and the same to you. It's for you, Victoria.

Vicky: Thank you.

Bridget: Before you answer the phone, Ryan's over there. He wants to talk to you. Your mother also asked that I tell Marley to call her on the other line. Good luck.

John: Oh, good morning.

Taylor: Morning.

John: I really conked out, didn't I?

Taylor: You certainly did.

John: What time is it anyway?

Taylor: It's a little after 11:00.

John: Oh, my gosh. I've got to get going. I was supposed to be at the hospital first thing this morning.

Taylor: I would have woken you up, but you looked so tired.

John: Oh, brother.

Taylor: Why don't you just call, I mean, maybe I'll make us some breakfast. We could drive over -- over together.

John: Ok, good.

[Taylor laughs]

John: Extension 6262, please. Hi, this is Dr. Hudson. Can you give me a status report on Gloria Norris? When did that happen? No -- no, that's not good at all. Why didn't you call me? No, look, I've got my beeper with me. Are you sure? Yeah, all right. Yeah, I'll check it. No -- no, I'll be right over. Thanks.

Taylor: Didn't sound like good news at all.

John: It wasn't. The hospital has been trying to reach me all morning. I don't know what the deal is with my beeper. It must be broken.

Taylor: Look, maybe this is the reason why.

John: Oh, no. I must have knocked it over in the middle of the night.

Taylor: Look, John, I really appreciate what you did for me last night. Thanks.

John: Yeah, no problem -- no problem at all. I'll call you.

Taylor: Yeah, ok. Bye.

Vicky: What is Ryan doing there?

Donna: Looking for you, like everybody else. Why weren't you in court?

Vicky: I -- I'll explain that later. Um, just get rid of Ryan.

Donna: Oh, right. Thank you very much, Bridget. Ryan, she's not there. That's really all I can find out.

Vicky: Mom, I -- I've got some things to do. Did you want anything else?

Donna: Oh, would you put Marley on? I need to talk to her.

Vicky: Yes, sure. I've just got to get her, ok? Hold on. Marley. [Imitating Marley] Hello, Donna.

Donna: Hello, darling. Are you all set for tonight?

Vicky: Yes, I just have a few more presents to wrap.

Donna: Are you all right?

Vicky: I'm fine. I was just taking a nap.

Donna: Well, now you go finish it. Dinner's at 7:00.

Vicky: Right. Well, I'll see you then. Ok, bye.

Donna: They're wrapping gifts.

Ryan: Oh, they are.

Donna: Marley and Bridget.

Ryan: Come on, now, Vicky's over there, isn't she? Come on, what's up? What, she just decided to stop talking to me?

Donna: Oh, well, what do you know? I think you're finally getting the message.

Gloria: The Christmas fairy is here, and I haven't even started my shopping.

Felicia: Hey, you're supposed to be asleep.

Gloria: I was faking.

Felicia: What?

Gloria: I wanted to get rid of the nurse.

Felicia: Well, it worked.

Gloria: I told you -- face like a prune and a disposition to match.

Felicia: I hear you had a pretty rough night.

Gloria: I didn't think I'd see a tree like that again.

Felicia: Hey, come on. We're gonna spend lots of Christmases together.

Gloria: She's so stubborn. Won't take no for an answer, will she?

Lucas: Usually not.

Gloria: How do you put up with her?

Lucas: I have no choice. I love her.

Gloria: Oh, well, you better be good to her.

Felicia: He is.

Gloria: If you aren't, I'm gonna come back and haunt you.

Felicia: Hey, come on now. You know I hate talk like that.

Lucas: How do you like the tree?

Gloria: It's beautiful. It may just get me through the day.

Felicia: What do you mean, "the day"?

Gloria: I just take them one at a time now, Felicia.

John: Hello, Gloria. Good to see you have some company.

Gloria: Yeah, come and join the party.

Lucas: John.

John: Lucas. Well, I'm really sorry I wasn't here last night.

Gloria: Oh, you were the only one. I had all the high mucky-mucks in here.

John: Yeah, so I see.

Gloria: Head of internal medicine himself read my vitals.

John: Would you give us a moment alone, please?

Felicia: We'll be right outside.

[John clears throat]

Gloria: What does all that scribbling mean?

John: I think you know.

Gloria: Is it the test results?

John: Pretty much what we thought.

Gloria: Well, good. Let's keep it simple. I hate surprises.

John: Did anyone ever tell you, you're a trooper?

Jamie: This whole mess is just making me crazy.

Stacey: Well, I think you'll feel better after you see Marley.

Jamie: Yeah, I'm sure. Stace, tell me. Did you and Michael find anything useful from that friend of Jake's?

Stacey: No. The most we could get him to admit was that Jake was seeing several different women, no names.

Jamie: You went all the way to Utah for that?

Stacey: Well, Michael would do a lot more for his family than that -- a lot more.

Jamie: You didn't feel that a few months ago when Michael was fighting to hang on to Mikey.

Stacey: Jamie, I was arguing for the rights of the biological parents, not against Michael.

Jamie: Does Michael understand that?

Stacey: I think he respects the fact that I did what I thought was right.

Jamie: Well, that's good. Especially now that you're trying to help Marley.

Stacey: Yeah, that's fine. Except that he's really hurt over losing Mikey.

Jamie: Hard to live with that.

Stacey: But maybe in helping Marley, I can make it up to him a little.

Jamie: To him?

Stacey: Yeah.

Jamie: Stace, what about Donna?

Stacey: I don't feel the same way about Donna, and I probably never will.

Michael: Wait a minute. Oh, no.

Donna: What -- what? Where are you going, Michael?

Michael: Donna, I gotta get down to the office, and then I gotta go to Stacey's.

Donna: Stacey?

Michael: Yes.

Donna: Well, can't somebody else handle whatever this is?

Michael: No, Stacey made the mistake, Stacey's gotta fix it.

Donna: But there is so much to do before tonight.

Michael: Donna, I've taken a lot of time off work lately, all right? I really need to do this. This needs my attention --

Donna: Oh, well, your family needs you, too.

Michael: Donna, I have spent all my time with my family since Marley was arrested and that is fine. I think we can survive if I'm not here to put Christmas candy canes on the tree, all right?

Donna: All right, I'm sorry.

Michael: I'm sorry, too. I am, I'm sorry. I -- I won't be long.

Donna: All right, I'll -- I'll get Angela to help me.

Michael: Fine.

Vicky: Check this out. It's going to take some careful planning.

Bridget: It's going to take an act of God.

Vicky: Bridget, I will be fine once I get everything ready. Now, is this dress better for tonight?

Bridget: Now, that dress is fine, but so were all the other dresses, dear. This -- you see, the problem is not the dresses.

Vicky: All right. I'll wear this tonight. This, to the farm. This, to the church. This --

Bridget: And that when you carry me off to the booby hatch.

Vicky: Bridget, you said you wanted to help.

Bridget: Oh, come on, Victoria. I spent hours last night out at the airport driving up and down all that -- those rows of cars. Just to find out where Marley put her car, dear.

Vicky: Yes, you did, and you were wonderful.

Bridget: You see, it upsets my conscience.

Vicky: But, Bridget, now we know that Marley left by plane.

Bridget: Yes, but that's all we know, my dear.

Vicky: We'll know more soon. Look.

Bridget: What's that?

Vicky: Computer printouts of every flight that left the airport the night Marley took off.

Bridget: Where did you get that?

Vicky: A reporter I know.

Bridget: A reporter?

Vicky: Oh, Bridget, they're not all bad.

Bridget: You didn't say anything to him, did you?

Vicky: You think I'm crazy?

Bridget: Well --

Vicky: Forget I asked. Now, the plan is, I'm gonna get dressed. You are gonna look through those.

Bridget: You don't suppose Marley used her own name when she did this, do you?

Vicky: No, just check off anything that might look like a name that Marley would use.

Bridget: I'm not sure we're going to be able to locate her by looking through this, dear.

Vicky: Well, I know, Bridget, but that's all we've got. Please, help me. I just hope that she's all right wherever she may be.

Bridget: That's right. Oh, dear, I'll look. Just wish I knew what I was looking for, that's all.

Vicky: What do you think? Do I look like Marley?

Bridget: No.

Vicky: What? You're kidding me, right?

Bridget: No, you've got the wrong shoes on. Look, the heels are too high.

Vicky: Oh, right, Marley lives in flats.

Bridget: Nothing over two inches.

Vicky: Damn it! There is always something. There's some detail that's gonna screw everything up.

Bridget: That's right.

Vicky: No, I'm gonna pull this off. I have to.

Bridget: [Sighs] Well, then let's start.

Felicia: John, tell me about Gloria. I mean, how serious is this?

John: Very.

Felicia: It's fatal?

John: I'm sorry, Felicia, I thought you knew.

Felicia: No. Why -- why would I know?

John: Because you're her friend. She's been fighting this for so long.

Felicia: You mean she -- she knew about this?

John: Of course she did. She's known it for years. It's progressed rather slowly, that is until recently.

Felicia: I don't understand this. I don't understand. She never told me anything about it.

John: Maybe she didn't want anyone to know. Perhaps she felt it would affect the way people dealt with her.

Felicia: I don't know what to say. I never suspected.

John: She must have wanted it this way.

Felicia: Can you do anything for her?

John: We're trying to keep her as comfortable as possible. Beyond that, there's really nothing we can do.

Felicia: She's dying?

John: I'm sorry. I'm really very sorry, Felicia. I know how close you are.

Felicia: Remission. I mean, maybe -- maybe there's some chance of a remission.

John: No, not this time.

Felicia: Damn it.

Lucas: Sorry.

Felicia: I want to go in and be with her. Would that be all right?

John: She'd like that.

Lucas: Do you want me to come with you?

Felicia: I'd like it if you could wait for me.

Lucas: I'll be right here.

Felicia: Do I look ok?

Gloria: Let me guess. Old Dr. John told you, didn't he?

Felicia: I can't believe this is actually happening.

Gloria: Well, it's starting to feel pretty real from over here.

Felicia: Oh, honey. What can I get for you? Just name it.

Gloria: Just stay with me a while.

Felicia: You're not gonna get rid of me. Want me to call anybody? Anybody?

Gloria: No, no, no, that's all taken care of. I've been getting ready, and --

Felicia: That sure sounds like you.

Gloria: Yeah, I guess it does.

Felicia: [Sobs] What am I gonna do without you?

Gloria: Oh, you're gonna be great, just like you always are.

Felicia: Well, not that great.

Gloria: Ok, I'll buy that.

Felicia: I mean, who's gonna make me finish my next book? Tell me that it's brilliant? Who am I supposed to call at 2:00 a.m. when I've got writer's block?

Gloria: You're gonna be fine. You're starting a whole new phase in your life. You're -- you're writing. I'm not gonna worry about you. I don't want you to worry about me. Is that a deal?

Felicia: Deal. Gloria, you're so tired.

Gloria: Listen, in the drawer over there, there's a key. Could you get it for me?

Felicia: Sure. Ok, here.

Gloria: No, you -- you take that.

Felicia: Ok, what is it?

Gloria: I want you to take care of my life the way I took care of yours, ok?

Felicia: What does that mean?

Stacey: Michael, hi. Listen, I'll be just one moment.

Michael: I gotta talk to you. I'm in a rush.

Stacey: Mr. Kim, may I take a look at that letter? Thank you.

Mr. Kim: The bank made mistake.

Stacey: Right. Now, did they send the check to you or your brother? Is your brother's name Mr. Kim?

Mr. Kim: I am Mr. Kim.

Stacey: I understand that. Did your brother try to cash the check?

Mr. Kim: The bank will not cash.

Stacey: For you or for him? Michael, this might take a little bit longer than one minute.

Michael: Can I help? Could I see that for a second?

Stacey: The letter?

Michael: Yeah, please. Well, my company does business with this bank.

Stacey: In Korea?

Michael: Yeah, but -- look, they have a representative in New York that I'd be glad to call if there's a problem.

Stacey: Well, yeah, there is. See, Mr. Kim's brother tried to cash the check, I think, and Mr. Kim wants to sue.

Michael: Tell you what -- yeah, I understand. Tell you what, why don't we work this out, ok? We can take care of it probably very well from the other end. [Speaks foreign language] Mr. Kim --

Stacey: You speak Korean?

Michael: Yeah, I do a little. We'll work this out, ok?

[Phone rings]

Michael: You got a pen?

Stacey: Yeah. You shouldn't be doing this.

Michael: Why not?

Stacey: Because, you're -- you're my most important client. I -- I should --

Michael: Why don't you answer the phone, all right? And I'll take care of Mr. Kim. Don't worry.

Stacey: Ok, thanks. Hello, Stacey Winthrop. Yeah.

Bridget: Darling, do you really think you should go over there this early? I mean, you know you're not expected till much later.

Vicky: I know. But if I don't go now, then Donna's gonna come over here and start snooping around. And she's already asking too many questions. I'm just gonna go over there, drop off these presents, throw a few Christmas ornaments on the tree, and then come right back.

Bridget: You're going to take all those presents with you?

Vicky: Well, I have to. They are both Marley's and mine. She was awfully considerate, wasn't she?

Bridget: You know, you're going to have to hurry, because if you go over there and then you come back here and then you'll have to change your clothes for when Jamie brings Steven.

Vicky: Right, and he's gonna be looking for Marley.

Bridget: And where is Marley?

Vicky: She's at Donna's. Which is the truth, sort of.

Bridget: You know, you're really going to have to be careful. I mean, if anybody can see through this, it's going to be Jamie.

Vicky: Yeah, I know. I just hope Cass convinced him to stay away from me.

Bridget: Do you think he really will stay away from you, dear?

Vicky: I don't know. If he doesn't, I have to stay away from him. Maybe Marley should get a cold.

Bridget: A cold or no cold, you know it's very difficult to fool a man that's in love.

[Knock on door]

Vicky: Get -- get the door.

Bridget: Yes, I will. Right away.

Bridget: Oh, Ryan. I'm terribly sorry, but you just missed Victoria. She just went out.

Ryan: Oh, really?

Bridget: Yes.

Ryan: That's why I heard her voice as I was standing outside? Marley.

Vicky: [Imitating Marley] Hello, Ryan.

Ryan: She really isn't here, is she?

Bridget: No, I told you she was out.

Vicky: No. I did give her your message, though.

Ryan: I am sorry for barging in. I'll just --

Vicky: What's wrong?

Ryan: Could I please talk to you, Marley? About Vicky?

John: She's gone, Felicia.

Felicia: But we were just talking.

John: Sometimes it happens like that. She told me she was ready. I guess she was.

It's good that you were here with her.

Felicia: I don't know why no one else was. No family, no friends. She had lots of important clients.

John: I'll bet none of them knew she was in here.

Felicia: But no one else came to visit her?

John: She had a friend, Barbara. I think they were close.

Felicia: They were.

John: She had no family.

Felicia: She gave me this. She put it in my hand, and she asked me to take care of her life.

John: She requested no funeral service. We charted that a few weeks ago. Come on, I'll walk you out.

Felicia.

Felicia: Oh, John.

Stacey: Mr. Kim, we -- we spoke to both banks and there will be no more trouble.

Mr. Kim: Thank you. I'm happy.

Stacey: Good, good. I'm glad you are. Ok, take care.

Mr. Kim: Bye.

Stacey: Bye-bye.

Michael: No, no. Actually, she's fielding an international banking dispute at the moment, but I'll be glad to take a message. You want to leave the number? All right, that'll be fine. Thanks, bye.

Stacey: Michael, fielding an --

[Phone rings]

Stacey: I got it.

Michael: No, I got it. Yeah, law office. Well, she's not available right now. No, to tell you the truth, I'm not sure if she's taking any new clients at all.

Stacey: [Whispers] I am, I am.

Michael: She's currently representing Hudson Enterprises and they're billing -- and she's billing a lot of hours. Well, I'll tell you what, why don't I take your number? All right, Mrs. Merrill, and I'll have her get back to you. Thank you very much. You certainly are very popular. Good for you.

Stacey: Thanks. Who is Mrs. Merrill?

Michael: Mrs. Merrill is the vice-president in charge of finances at Kirby Enterprises. I suggest that if you wind up working for them, you get top dollar. They got a lot of money.

Stacey: Why would you do this for me? I mean, I almost blew a big deal for you.

Michael: It's all right, I caught it.

Stacey: It's not ok, and I'm so sorry.

Michael: Look, I know you're busy. You're juggling a lot.

Stacey: That is no excuse. I should be more organized.

Michael: Ok, look -- stop, all right? It's ok. I don't want to hear another word about it.

Stacey: All right.

Michael: All right.

Stacey: Oh, I have that clause of yours.

Michael: Good. Let's see. All right, that's fine. Just insert it in the contract and send them out.

Stacey: You don't want to see it again?

Michael: No, I think -- I think it'll be fine. Thanks, Stacey.

Stacey: Oh, you're welcome. Thank you -- for answering the phones and everything.

Vicky: [Imitating Marley] I don't have much time, Ryan.

Ryan: This has nothing to do with the case. Not specifically, anyhow.

Vicky: It's about Vicky.

Ryan: She's been avoiding me.

Vicky: Are you sure you're not imagining that?

Ryan: You know what's been going on. Why won't she take my calls?

Vicky: Well, it hasn't been a great time for her.

Ryan: Yeah. I wish to hell that I had not been in that station house when that call came in about Jake.

Vicky: But you were.

Ryan: Yeah. I tried to be fair. I hope you know that. And I was supposed to be with her at the opera that night.

Vicky: She wanted to be with you, too. At least, that's what she told me.

Ryan: Look, I know that Vicky's angry with me. I know that you are, too. But I thought that we had -- we had worked through those things the other night when she -- well, she did something that showed me how much she really cared.

Vicky: What happened?

Ryan: Well, that's not important. I thought that -- I thought that we had reached an understanding, and I guess -- I guess I was wrong. And the last time I saw her, she looked right through me.

Vicky: Vicky can't be involved with you, Ryan.

Ryan: But she is involved. Marley, I really need to talk to someone about this. See, I -- I can't stop thinking about her. I try -- I've tried to walk away from this and so has she, but we can't. And, I mean, you've got to know what that's like. I mean, you went through that with Jamie. I mean, she's so --

Vicky: What?

Ryan: See, every single time that I think that I've got the jump on her, she just -- she's just one step ahead of me.

Vicky: Sounds like her.

Ryan: It's infuriating.

Vicky: And you love it?

Ryan: Yeah, I do. I -- I admit it.

Vicky: Vicky doesn't need a fling right now.

Ryan: That's what she thinks I am? I mean, for the first time in years, I'm looking down the road and she thinks that I'm a fling? Now, why would I tie myself up in knots over something that I thought wouldn't last?

Vicky: Do you -- you think that it could last?

Ryan: Vicky and I, no matter -- we're good for each other, no matter what anyone thinks.

Vicky: Even Vicky?

Ryan: What? She told you something.

Vicky: What do you mean?

Ryan: I'm beating my head against a brick wall, aren't I? Oh, man, I've gotta get out of here.

Vicky: Ryan, wait.

Vicky: [Imitating Marley] I think Vicky does care about you. I know she does.

Ryan: You do?

Vicky: She has trouble expressing her feelings.

Ryan: Yeah, I've -- I've noticed that.

Vicky: But you seem to understand her.

Ryan: Well, I want to.

Vicky: And you're not put off by her temper and her moods. At least, that's -- that's what Vicky tells me.

Ryan: What else does she tell --

[Doorbell rings]

Vicky: Oh, excuse me.

Jamie: Marley.

Vicky: Jamie, you're early.

Jamie: Where's Vicky?

Vicky: Shopping.

Jamie: She knew I was bringing Steven over.

Vicky: Where is he?

Jamie: He's right outside. I'll get him.

Ryan: Sorry. I've got to get going. Thank you for the talk.

Vicky: I'm sure Vicky will be in touch with you soon.

Ryan: Thanks.

Jamie: What were you two talking about?

Vicky: Vicky of course.

Jamie: Steven.

Vicky: Hi -- hi. Your Mommy will be here soon, honey. Why don't you go into the kitchen? Go on. Go into the kitchen and your Mommy will be here soon.

Jamie: I missed you so much.

Vicky: I've missed you, too, but you can't stay.

Jamie: Why not?

Vicky: Cass has told me that -- that you can't and I think you should leave.

Jamie: Marley, are you trying to get rid of me?

Michael: Donna?

Donna: Oh.

Michael: Donna -- oh, the tree looks great. Look -- look what came. I picked it up downstairs.

Donna: What, is it -- it's from little Michael?

Michael: Yeah, look what it says on top.

Donna: "Open before Christmas."

Michael: So, what are we waiting for? Let's do it.

Donna: I wonder what it could be.

Michael: I don't know.

Donna: Ooh, this paper. Oh, look.

Michael: Aw.

Donna: Here's Daddy and Marley and Vicky and Mommy.

Michael: And Mikey.

Donna: It's so beautiful.

Michael: I guess he did it himself, huh?

Donna: Yeah. Hey, let's -- you want to hang this on the tree?

Michael: Yeah, sure.

Donna: Here, you take this end. All right.

Michael: Good job. It's really --

Donna: Oh, here. Yeah.

What's Christmas morning going to be like without him?

Michael: We'll get through it. Honey, we'll get through it, all right? Our love has gotten us through an awful lot. It'll get us through this, too.

Donna: Do you really love me?

Michael: Oh, I love you, Donna. That's one thing that's never, ever changed.

Donna: Michael.

[Knock on door]

Stacey: Oh, what now? Yeah? Thank you. Should I sign for this? Merry -- merry Christmas. Cass, you -- you devil dog, you. Let's see. "Don't work too late. Merry Christmas, Michael." Michael?

John: [Sighs] Can't have too much holiday spirit around here, huh?

Nurse: It's a beautiful tree.

John: It is. Gloria wouldn't have wanted it to go to waste.

Nurse: No, she wouldn't have.

Taylor: That's sweet. I hear you lost a patient today. I'm sorry.

John: I expected this one.

Taylor: That make it any easier?

John: No, you always hope for a miracle.

Taylor: Not too many of those.

John: Well, one would be enough.

Taylor: You're thinking about Sharlene.

John: Yeah.

Taylor: John, if you haven't heard from her already --

John: It's not Christmas yet.

Taylor: Have you made any other plans just in case you're alone?

John: Well, I'm not going to be alone. Mike and his family are coming out to the farm.

Taylor: Oh, that's great. That makes a lot of sense.

John: Mm-hmm. How about you, any plans?

Taylor: No -- no, not really.

John: Why don't you come out and join us?

Taylor: Your family is going through enough trouble. I don't want to intrude on them.

John: You would not be an intrusion.

Taylor: Really?

John: Really.

Felicia: It fits.

Lucas: What are you waiting for?

Felicia: I don't know. I feel funny. Gloria never invited me in here when she was alive. She would never talk about her private life.

Lucas: We don't have to go in.

Felicia: No. I'm just trying to get up my courage, that's all. I don't know what I'm gonna find in here.

I don't believe this. I never knew this side of her.

Lucas: Looks like she was quite an adventurer.

Felicia: I never knew that. I mean, I always asked her to travel and she always refused. It was as though she was afraid to leave the office.

Lucas: These look like they were taken a long time ago.

Felicia: You're right.

Lucas: Look at this. Himalayas, 1974? Looks like it was her last trip.

Felicia: Everything changed after '74. Like she gave up everything. I don't know why.

Luke, look at this.

Lucas: What is it?

Felicia: It's pictures of a little girl from a baby to a teenager. Jenna, age 8.

Lucas: Her daughter?

Felicia: She never had any children. Do you remember the part at the book party when I got that book of poetry from somebody named Jenna?

Lucas: Oh, yeah. You thought it was a fan.

Felicia: You don't suppose it's the same person, do you?

Lucas: I don't know. Who is she?

Felicia: I have no idea.

Marley: This is it?

Bellhop: You are traveling alone, senorita?

Marley: Yes, for now. This is fine.

Bellhop: How long do you stay for?

Marley: I don't know. Will this be enough for the week?

Bellhop: You do not go out alone at night.

Marley: Is it dangerous?

Bellhop: Pretty woman, alone on this island is not safe.

Marley: All right, thank you. I'll be fine.

Bellhop: Do not worry. I will take care of you.

Marley: Thank you.

Vicky: [Imitating Marley] Steven is helping Bridget put the cherries on the cookies.

Jamie: Marley, why were you trying to get rid of me?

Vicky: I'm not. It's just that Cass warned me.

Jamie: Look, I don't care what Cass said. We need to be together.

Vicky: Jamie.

Jamie: Marley, I'm worried about you. You're still not wearing the bracelet.

Vicky: I didn't want to tell you.

Jamie: Tell me what?

Vicky: I lost it.

Jamie: You lost it?

Vicky: I don't know how. I've just been so distracted lately.

Jamie: Ok, we'll get another one.

Vicky: I loved it so much. I'm so sorry.

Jamie: Do you want the same kind, or should I get a gold one this time?

Vicky: No, the same.

Jamie: The silver and turquoise -- it was perfect, wasn't t it?

Vicky: Yes.

Jamie: I knew it!

Vicky: What are you talking about?

Jamie: It was you in the courtroom, wasn't it, Vicky? Answer me! The bracelet I gave Marley was gold and jade. Now, where the hell is she?

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