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Another World Transcript Friday 11/24/06

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Marley: This can't happen.

Jamie: It is happening.

Marley: I don't know why you had to find me.

Jamie: Because I love you, Marley, and I don't want to have to live without you.

Marley: There's a late flight that leaves tonight.

Jamie: I know.

Marley: I want you to get on it and go back to your family and your son.

Jamie: Marley, I left you once in Nice and I am not leaving you again. The only way I'm flying out of here tonight is if you're in the seat beside me.

Luke: We were right.

Felicia: Uh-huh.

Luke: This tree doesn't look half bad.

Felicia: No.

Luke: You know, we were very creative in those days. That's a fine-looking tree.

Felicia: I'm sorry? I'm sorry, what'd you say?

Luke: What's wrong?

Felicia: Nothing, nothing. Uh, the tree. The tree is wonderful, really.

Luke: And you're still thinking about Gloria and the girl, aren't you?

Felicia: Oh, Luke, I know this is our first Christmas together in so long, but I can't help but think about Jenna. I mean, is she alone? Where is she?

Luke: Did anyone tell her about her mother?

Felicia: I don't know. That's what's making me crazy.

Luke: Well, she had to know that she was sick.

Felicia: Why? I mean, I didn't. And now that Gloria's gone, I mean, who's going to take care of this kid?

Luke: Well, from the way you're talking, I'd say you are.

Felicia: Do you mind?

Luke: Why don't we call Barbara and see if she can track down Jenna.

Felicia: Oh, Luke, thank you, thank you! Thank you.

Paulina: What's the matter?

Grant: I'm just wondering if this is what you want.

Paulina: Why wouldn't it be?

Grant: You said you wanted to take a nap.

Pauline: I do. Later. This is what we both want, Grant. Tonight, anyway.

Grant: The hell with tomorrow?

Paulina: That's what I always say.

[Knock on door]

Donna: She has to come back at some point.

Taylor: I wish I were as optimistic as you, Donna.

Donna: Oh, but just the thought of her giving birth among a lot of strangers. I mean, I know the woman has psychological problems, but --

Taylor: Severe problems.

Donna: No, but John is the father of that baby. She wouldn't deprive him of his own child, would she?

Taylor: I'm beginning to think she's not concerned about John at all.

Donna: How can she not be?

Taylor: Look, she's made no effort at all to contact John, not even during the holidays.

Donna: No, I know, I know. And he had himself convinced that she was coming back today. I mean, that's why he got us all over here, you know. I'm sure of that. I just hate seeing him humiliated like this.

Taylor: I do, too. But I think the thing that all of us have to do is to help John concentrate on his own recovery.

Donna: Well, I agree, but I -- no, I still don't --

Taylor: The fact is that the family has to help John look at the fact that his marriage has failed. Then he has to start living again, Donna.

John: See what the problem is. Wow, look at this! It's all cleaned up. You'd never know that we just had one of the greatest Christmas feasts of all time.

Donna: And you know what? Doing dishes can be a lot of fun.

Michael and John: What?

Josie: Excuse me?

Donna: Well, once or twice a year at the most.

Michael: Does that mean it's only us for dessert?

John: Looks like it.

Michael: Hey.

Donna: Look at that beautiful pecan pie over there.

John: Well, let's stop talking about it, and I'll start slicing it up.

Taylor: What a good idea.

John: Get some plates, somebody.

Michael: So, what were you and Taylor talking about so intently?

Donna: Oh, well, just getting to know each other, actually. You know, she's a fascinating woman.

Michael: Really?

Donna: And she certainly wants to do what's best for John.

Marley: Jamie, I can't go back with you.

Jamie: Of course you can.

Marley: Not after what I've done.

Jamie: Marley, there is still time to make everything all right.

Marley: And how do you expect me to do that?

Jamie: Tell your side of the story. Convince the jury that you're innocent.

Marley: It's not that easy!

Jamie: I know that. But it's the only way out of this mess.

Marley: Cass wanted me to testify.

Jamie: So what's so bad about that?

Marley: Jamie, you take an oath to tell the truth.

Jamie: So, you don't have anything to hide.

Marley: It's -- it's just that I -- I don't think I would be able to handle the pressure.

Jamie: Marley, that's ridiculous. We both know it.

Marley: Ok. The District Attorney was going to ask me some questions that I couldn't answer.

Jamie: What are you talking about?

Marley: You've got to go.

Jamie: Is this about the rape? Are you afraid of that coming out?

Marley: Yes. I don't want my family to know what happened to me.

Jamie: Or is there something else, Marley?

Marley: No, there is not something else. You're going to miss your flight if you don't go.

Jamie: No, not now, I am not leaving now. Tell me what it is you don't want the court to hear. Is it Vicky? Are you covering for her? Are you afraid she'll be hurt by saving yourself? Is that it? Marley, talk to me.

Marley: I'm afraid of ruining both of our lives.

Felicia: Ok. Bye-bye. Well, we got lucky. I caught her just as she was going out the door.

Luke: And she's coming over?

Felicia: Yeah, she'll stop here before she goes on to another appointment.

Luke: Good. She'll tell you all about Jenna.

Felicia: I hope so. I mean, everything that she can.

Luke: Then you'll feel better.

Felicia: Luke, I have ruined your Christmas, haven't I?

Luke: You have not.

Felicia: I have.

Luke: No, you haven't. You care about people. That's one of the things I love most about you.

Felicia: You're a sweet man. Did anyone ever tell you that?

Luke: You know, this is the best Christmas I've ever had, the best since we were kids on Gold Street.

Felicia: Don't you think it's weird when we talk about Gold Street that we talk about the good old days?

Luke: Because we had hopes then, and dreams.

Felicia: Yeah, that's true.

Luke: You know, that was the worst part of not being with you. I had no dreams. I had nothing to look forward to.

Felicia: Well, maybe we can make up for all those lost years.

Luke: I just thank God that I got a second chance with you. You're stuck with me, kid, for better or for worse.

Felicia: I think I'll take the better. Come on.

Luke: Take whatever you want.

Felicia: You know what I do want?

Luke: What?

Felicia: I want you to be happy.

Luke: You know, I can't believe how I almost blew everything with Iris. I must have been out of my mind.

Felicia: No, you were just lonely, that's all.

Luke: But I knew what I was doing. I mean, it was -- just like I knew what I was doing with the cartel, it's like part of a pattern. I guess -- I don't know, I guess I thought Iris could give me what I wanted.

Felicia: What did you want?

Luke: Power. Seemed nice to think about having power since I blew my shot at happiness.

Felicia: Do you miss the power now?

Luke: That's the damnedest thing. I look at you, and the money, the deals, the power -- they don't mean a thing. You gave me back my life. You're everything to me.

Felicia: I hope I can live up to that.

Luke: You don't have to do anything. It's just the way it is. But there is something I want.

Felicia: What?

Luke: For you to be happy. And I want to do everything it takes to make you happy.

Marley: Jamie, I -- I cannot go back with you.

Jamie: Then I'll just have to stay here with you --

Marley: You can't stay --

Jamie: Because I'm not going to be apart from you again, Marley.

Marley: Jamie, don't!

Jamie: Not ever!

Marley: What about Steven? What about Steven, Jamie? I know what he means to you. You don't have a choice.

Jamie: I won't lose you.

Marley: You have to go back. It's too late for me. It was too late from the minute I didn't walk into that courtroom.

Jamie: As a matter of fact, that's not true.

Marley: What are you talking about?

Jamie: Your trial -- it didn't stop when you left.

Marley: What?

Jamie: Out of love for you, Vicky took your place.

Marley: She what?

Jamie: She pretended that she was you. She covered for you. Marley, she loves you.

Marley: She can't do that! It's against the law!

Jamie: Yes, it is against the law, and it is a felony, and she could go to jail for it! Now will you come back with me?

Marley: No one has seen through her?

Jamie: Just me, but it's just a matter of time before the others do.

Marley: I can't believe she did that.

Jamie: Well, she did. The two of you are very different, more than anyone knows, including Vicky.

Marley: It's way too dangerous!

Jamie: I told that to her. You know Vicky.

Marley: She's going to -- she's going to have to talk to Cass. Cass is way too smart for her.

Jamie: Cass is also an officer of the court. He'd have to turn her in, Marley.

Marley: Oh, why didn't she just leave things alone?

Jamie: She figured that you had to come back sometime. She knew the cops would be waiting.

Marley: But I left her a note! I just -- I told her to let it go!

Jamie: Marley, it is too late for notes. Vicky is determined to see this through to the end. And it shouldn't be long. Somebody is bound to find her out.

Marley: I want you to call her and tell her to stop.

Jamie: Call her? You expect me to give an order to Vicky?

Marley: Jamie, she's going to get herself in as deep as I am.

Jamie: There is a little hope.

Marley: What?

Jamie: The court is recessed until after the holidays. Marley, there is plenty of time for you to get yourself back to Bay City and pick up where Vicky left off. She hasn't been that active yet. She only sat with Cass during the jury selection.

Marley: Who else knows?

Jamie: Bridget.

Marley: Bridget let her get away with this?

Jamie: There was no stopping her.

Marley: Is that all? Is it just you and Bridget?

Jamie: So far.

Marley: I want you to take the late flight out, go back, and tell Vicky to stop covering for me.

Jamie: You won't go back and do this yourself?

Marley: No, I can't go back. Just tell her that I said to stop. Tell her to say that I left town, please.

Jamie: Is it worth it, Marley?

Marley: Yes.

Jamie: I thought I knew you. Maybe I was wrong.

Felicia: Barbara, thank you for coming, especially today.

Barbara: Oh, it's ok. I loved her, too.

Luke: Happy holidays.

Barbara: Same to you, Lucas.

Felicia: Let me have your coat.

Barbara: Thanks.

Felicia: Can I get you something to drink?

Barbara: Oh, no, thank you.

Felicia: Please, sit down. I wanted you to come over because I wanted to tell you about a key that Gloria had given me.

Barbara: A key?

Luke: Yeah, to her apartment in Chicago.

Felicia: Luke and I went there.

Barbara: Oh, you're one up on me. I've never seen the place. What was it like?

Felicia: Well, it stunned me. I really believed that she had no life outside of work, and she wanted me to believe that.

Barbara: She was like that with all of us.

Felicia: Yes, but you knew about Jenna.

Barbara: Yes.

Felicia: We found an album in the apartment. It was full of pictures of a beautiful little girl.

Barbara: She kept almost everything from me, but I did know she had a daughter. I was the only one. I'm quite sure about that.

Felicia: But why would she be so secretive?

Barbara: She liked her privacy, I guess.

Felicia: No, I don't believe that. I mean, there has to be more to it than that.

Barbara: Well, she didn't confide in me, except when she was dying. That's when she told me about Jenna.

Felicia: So that's when you found out?

Barbara: Mm-hmm. I was as shocked as you must have been.

Felicia: But why? I mean, why would she keep this to herself? Why didn't this child live with her?

Luke: Was she ever married?

Barbara: All I know is that she sent Jenna to a Catholic boarding school. It's run by the Sisters of the Sacred Heart, right outside Chicago.

Felicia: Have you called her there?

Barbara: No, I figured she went home with friends or something.

Felicia: So then nobody knows about this except for the three of us?

Barbara: Well, I talked to the mother superior. Actually, I'm driving there right after I leave you.

Luke: Well, did the mother superior tell her?

Barbara: No, she thought it would be better to wait until I got there.

Luke: Is that what Gloria asked?

Barbara: No. Just thought I'd be the appropriate person. I'm not looking forward to it, I can tell you that. If there was any way out of it --

Felicia: Barbara, Gloria asked me to take care of her life. I didn't know what she meant, but maybe -- maybe this is it. Maybe she wants me to tell Jenna.

Luke: What do you want to do?

Felicia: I think I should tell her.

Barbara: Are you sure?

Felicia: Yes. Do you think you could give me the directions?

Barbara: They're in my purse.

Felicia: Good.

Thank you.

Barbara: You know, you were more than a client to Gloria. You were her closest friend. She loved you. I'm sure it'll be easier on Jenna coming from you.

Luke: Did the girl know that Gloria was sick?

Barbara: I don't think so.

Felicia: Well, maybe I can tell her that it was peaceful.

Barbara: Oh, you are a wonderful woman.

Felicia: Well, let's just hope I can do this well.

Barbara: If anyone can, you can.

Felicia: Thank you. I appreciate you coming over, and I will call you the moment I get back.

Barbara: Let me know how it goes.

Felicia: I will.

Barbara: Good night.

Luke and Felicia: Good night.

Felicia: Thank you again, Barbara.

Luke: Bye.

Felicia: Well, what do you think? Am I doing the right thing?

Luke: When do we leave?

Felicia: Oh, Luke, thanks.

Michael: Josie, we'll come and visit you when we get to Los Angeles.

Josie: Oh, that would be great.

Donna: If we can find you. I don't know how anybody finds anything in L.A.

Michael: Speak for yourself, would you?

Donna: Well, I am. It's impossible to get around.

Josie: You really think so?

Donna: Oh, yes, unless you have an amazing sense of direction.

Michael: Donna is able to find the shopping malls, but anything else, she finds it amazing.

Donna: Michael, Michael, I am not the only person on earth who finds L.A. a very confusing city. I mean, all those freeways, and the canyons.

Michael: Let's negotiate our way to the car, and we'll talk about it on the way.

Josie: I'll help you find it.

Michael: Yeah, thank you.

Taylor: Are you sure you're going to be ok tonight, John?

John: Yeah, yeah, I'm fine.

Taylor: You were expecting Sharlene today, weren't you?

John: I was hoping.

Taylor: I'm sorry.

John: Well, don't be. I'm getting used to accepting disappointment.

Taylor: It's really important you take care of yourself through all of this.

John: Me? Come on, I'm great.

Taylor: How's the therapy on your leg going?

John: Slowly, but I discovered that they may be able to do some surgery to take the shrapnel out, after all these years.

Taylor: That's great.

John: Yeah.

Taylor: I'm really glad you're following through on all of that. Well, I'm going to say good night. I am really tired. I didn't sleep last night at all.

John: What, not at all?

Taylor: Uh-uh. I've had this insomnia for the past couple of weeks.

John: You didn't tell me that.

Taylor: It's just something I have to deal with.

John: Look, this guy -- what was his name? Ray? Is he hassling you?

Taylor: No, no, I just have to relax about it, so --

John: What do you say I come by a little bit later and check on you, just to make sure that you're all right?

Taylor: No, you've had such a long day, all this company. You should just stay here, relax, be by yourself.

John: Taylor, I've had a long time to practice being by myself. I don't need to do it anymore. No arguments. You've been terrific for me. Let me return the favor.

Taylor: You're a tough case, Dr. Hudson.

John: You got that right. Don't mess with me.

Taylor: [Laughs] Ok, then I guess I'll see you in a little while.

John: Ok.

Taylor: Merry Christmas.

John: Merry Christmas to you, Taylor.

Taylor: Josie, merry Christmas.

Josie: Merry Christmas.

Taylor: Good night, and I hope I see you when you come back to Bay City.

Josie: You sure will.

Is that for Mama?

John: Yeah.

Josie: John, I'm sorry. I really am.

John: I thought she'd be home. I really thought that she would come home. Something deep down inside me said that --

Josie: Uh, John, I'm going to go into the living room and I'm going to make a few calls, ok?

John: Sure.

Sharlene: Merry Christmas.

John: Sharlene.

Sharlene: I was afraid you wouldn't be here.

John: You are so beautiful. I knew you'd come home.

Sharlene: You always knew me very well.

John: Are you all right?

Sharlene: Yes, I'm fine. My blood pressure is normal. The baby's -- the baby's great.

John: Good. That's good.

Sharlene: I took good care of myself, and our baby. I promise you that.

John: I don't believe this. Just --

Sharlene: Well, I don't know if you've already figured this out, but in case you haven't -- I'm here because I want to be with you. If you still want me.

John: I've never stopped wanting you.

Sharlene: Even after everything -- everything I put you through? The disappearing act?

John: I didn't say it was easy.

Sharlene: You can be angry, John. I know what I did.

John: Maybe later. Not right now.

Sharlene: Hold me.

I'm so sorry.

John: Shh, don't --

Sharlene: No, no, John, I have to say this. I'm so sorry for all the time we've lost. I'm sorry for the pain I've caused you, but I had to be alone.

John: I know.

Sharlene: And I couldn't talk about it, John --

John: It's ok.

Sharlene: Because I was afraid that if I did, I might say the wrong thing and confuse you, or me. I just wasn't ready.

John: I know. I know.

Sharlene: But I called you. I called.

John: I got both the messages.

Sharlene: John, I called the hospital several times.

John: I think that our friend Grant managed to keep me from getting those messages. He'll never stop fighting until he has you.

Sharlene: Well, he'll have to, John, because I left him a letter. I told him it's over.

Paulina: I can't believe you ordered all that food.

Grant: Oh, well -- oh, lots of food after a good time. I worked up a real appetite, how about you?

Paulina: Mm-hmm. Actually, I'm kind of hungry. I didn't eat much today.

Grant: No? What about that bash at the Corys'?

Paulina: Uh-uh, couldn't.

Grant: Why?

Paulina: Because somebody I know intimately was there.

[Knock on door]

I was too nervous.

Grant: Uh-oh, somebody at the door. Hold on. Maybe it's our food, huh? Ah, there you are. That was fast.

Waiter: Over here ok?

Grant: Right here.

Waiter: Ok. Pheasant for two, champagne, pate, and chocolate mousse.

Grant: Ah, looks great.

Waiter: There you are.

Grant: Thank you.

There you go.

Waiter: Ok.

Grant: Tip is on there. Thank you very much.

Paulina: Smells good.

Grant: Come sit down. I'll pour you some champagne.

[Knock on door]

Grant: Hmm?

Waiter: There's a letter here for you, sir.

Grant: Just a second.

Waiter: Here you are.

Grant: Oh, thanks.

Sharlene's voice: "Dear Grant -- first I want to thank you for your friendship during the roughest time of my life. These last few weeks have helped me understand something. As important as you were in my life, as much as I was drawn to you, it was always John who I really needed and loved for all the right reasons. And now he and I are going to have a baby, which makes us a family, and that's something I cherish more than anyone can know -- something which, if John will have me back, I will make sure I never jeopardize again. I hope you will respect my decision and not make it any harder for me or for yourself than it's already been. We mustn't be together anymore, Grant, ever again."

Grant: That must have been Sharlene. The knock.

Paulina: Yeah, right.

Well, uh, it's been fun.

Grant: Paulina, where are you going?

Paulina: Away from you.

Grant: Why?

Paulina: You know, it's funny, I seem to have a habit of attracting men who are in love with other women. But enough is enough, you know? It's getting old.

Grant: I'm sorry.

Paulina: Yeah, me, too. So, maybe we'll have that pheasant some other time, huh?

Grant: Paulina, you don't have to leave. I mean, it's -- actually, it's over. I mean, there's nothing left but ---

Paulina: See you.

Sharlene: Do you believe this?

Josie: It's beautiful.

Sharlene: So, all right, you've been working? That's great.

Josie: Yeah, yeah. The film hasn't been keeping me that busy, so I've been getting some other little jobs. They're called under-fives.

Sharlene: Yeah?

Josie: That means you have less than five lines.

Sharlene: Well, it's better than no lines at all.

Josie: Yeah.

John: That's what I always say. Josie made those.

Sharlene: Oh.

Josie: I want to know about you, Mama. How are you? Where did you go?

Sharlene: Josie, listen, wait. First tell me about your apartment. What's it like? Is it nice?

John: Sharlene, she has a pool practically right outside her front door, that's how it is.

Sharlene: Now, I know about that. She told me about it on the phone a couple weeks ago.

Josie: Mama, I'd like, if you would -- as soon as the baby can fly, I would like for you to come out and visit me. I want you to see my place.

Sharlene: So you're happy?

Josie: I am now, now that you're home.

Sharlene: So am I. I've been thinking about this for a long time -- being with you, being with both of you.

Josie: You know, it was a really nice surprise, and I think that it's probably the best Christmas present I could ever imagine.

Sharlene: For me, too.

John: So, answer the question. How are you?

Sharlene: How -- I'm fine. I have -- listen -- no backaches, I have no swollen ankles --

Josie: Oh, that's great.

[John laughs]

Sharlene: And the baby is healthy, and big. The doctor that I was seeing said that he's probably going to be around eight pounds.

John: Did you have a sonogram?

Sharlene: No, no need for one.

John: Oh. I -- I was just curious if you knew if it was a boy --

Sharlene: Boy or a girl?

John: Yeah.

Sharlene: No, I don't know, because I told the doctor I didn't want to know and I wanted it to be a surprise. Don't you?

John: Yeah.

Josie: Well, I know one thing. The very minute, the very second you go into labor, I'm getting on a plane and I'm flying home.

Sharlene: Well, you'd better.

Josie: Because I'm going to be here when that baby's born.

Sharlene: Good, because no way this child is going to wait to meet his big sister.

Josie: Well, he's not going to have to, because I'm going to be right here by his side. Why do you think we keep saying "he"?

Sharlene: I don't know, but I keep trying to say "her" from time to time, and --

Josie: I'm so glad you're home.

Josie: Mama, maybe you should rest. John, shouldn't she rest?

John: You should rest.

Sharlene: No, I shouldn't rest. I just got home, and besides, it's Christmas.

John: That's right, Christmas.

Sharlene: Christmas.

Josie: Christmas.

Josie: Hey, how'd you get home anyway?

Sharlene: A bus. I took a bus.

Josie: A bus?

Sharlene: Yes, a bus. What was I supposed to take, a chauffeured limousine, Miss L.A.?

Josie: But a bus? John, tell her she can't do things like that.

John: She can do something like that if she wants to. What's wrong with a bus?

Sharlene: I've been home five minutes, and already she's hovering.

John: She's a hoverer.

Sharlene: She's hovering. Do you have to go to work?

John: No, no, I don't, but I told Taylor that I would drop by and check on her, see how she's doing.

Sharlene: Why? Is something wrong?

John: Oh, there's a guy that's been hassling her. It's a long story.

Sharlene: So you were going over there?

John: Uh, yeah. But I can call her and tell her that I can't come. I mean, I'll tell her that you're home.

Sharlene: No, no, don't do that. I'll go with you.

John: Would you really? That'd be great. She'd love to see you.

Sharlene: Well, I'd like to see her because I owe a lot to Taylor.

John: Let's go.

Taylor: So how's Dad? Oh, I'm not surprised, he always eats too much. You did? A turkey and a ham? Mmm, that sounds wonderful. Yeah, I had a wonderful Christmas, absolutely beautiful. I even had a Christmas tree. Yeah, yeah, John got it for me, and he helped me decorate it. John Hudson. Mm-hmm. Yeah, we've been spending a lot of time together. Mom -- Mom, this time it's going to work. Ah-ah-ah-ah -- I'm sure of it. Because it's clear to me how he feels about me, that's why.

Vicky: Uh-oh, Santa forgot the batteries. Bridget!

Bridget: Yes?

Vicky: Did Santa drop off any batteries for this car?

Bridget: No, I don't think so, dear.

Vicky: No? Ok, next present?

Bridget: Um, Victoria --

Vicky: Want another present? What is it?

Bridget: Victoria.

Vicky: What?

Bridget: Victoria, will you please listen to me?

Vicky: Sure, go for it.

Bridget: I was listening to my radio, and I got the police band -- oh, no, I shouldn't lie about that. It wasn't that. I was listening to the police scanner.

Vicky: Why?

Bridget: Well -- well, because all those stories, they're like real life. I mean, they're not all those phony things that you hear, you know?

Vicky: Listen to her. Is there a point to this story?

Bridget: Yes, of course there is. Now, I heard the dispatcher say that Ryan -- that Ryan Harrison was taking, I mean, half an hour off so that -- well, because of an L.O.C.

Vicky: An L.O.C.?

Bridget: Yes.

Vicky: L.O.C. is a loss of concentration, isn't it?

Bridget: Yes, yes. I guess what he's concentrating on is causing him -- uh -- to think about something other than the thing that he should be concentrating about and isn't.

Vicky: Ok, Bridget.

Bridget: But what I want to know, darling, is --

Vicky: Yeah?

Bridget: I mean, I'm really worried. I mean, are you going to come here as Victoria or are you going to be here as your sister when he comes in?

Vicky: Bridget, stop worrying. Get your thoughts together. He's not going to come over here on a half-hour break just to see me on Christmas. Forget it.

[Doorbell rings]

Bridget: Oh, no, don't you -- I just --

Vicky: Oh, the door. Somebody's at the door. London bridges, here we go.

Bridget: Well, I --

Michael: Ho-ho-ho! Hi, honey.

Vicky: Merry Christmas, hi.

Donna: Merry Christmas.

Michael: Where's Steven?

Donna: Oh!

Vicky: He's right here.

Michael: Bridget, merry Christmas to you.

Donna: My little darling.

Bridget: Thank you.

Michael: Oh, I need my Steven fix. Come here, buddy. Oh, what a guy!

Donna: We missed you both, you know, at uncle John's today.

Vicky: Well, we're sorry we couldn't make it. He was just sneezing all over the place.

Michael: Really? He looks pretty good to me.

Vicky: Well, let's hope.

Michael: Well, now, these are for my darling Steven. Well, we'll have him open them in just a minute. Now, these are for you, Bridget.

Vicky: Ah!

Bridget: All right. Oh, look at all the packages.

Donna: Now, I got you clothes, as I always do, Bridget.

Michael: Donna, Donna, let her open the gifts and find out for herself.

Donna: Oh, well, I will, darling. I just want you to know, you know, everything can be exchanged or returned.

Bridget: Oh, I never return anything you ever give me. You always have such wonderful taste.

Donna: Now, these are for Marley.

Michael: Yeah, where is Marley?

Vicky: Ah.

Donna: Marley?

Vicky: Well, um --

Donna: Darling? Come on down, darling! Now, you promised us that we were going to see you both on Christmas.

Vicky: I know.

Donna: I've been looking forward to this all day, you know. Not that all the other stops we made weren't fun, but --

Michael: Marley?

Donna: Oh, don't tell me she's sleeping.

Vicky: Uh, no. She's not here.

Michael: What?

Donna: Where is she?

Michael: Where is she?

Bridget: Well, she stepped out.

Vicky: Yeah.

Michael: What do you mean, stepped out? I mean, the media's after her like Piranha right now.

Vicky: Well, don't worry, because she is in disguise.

Michael: Disguise?

Vicky: Mm-hmm.

Michael: What do you mean, disguise?

Donna: Victoria, is she with Jamie?

Bridget: Well, actually --

Vicky: Yes, she is. She is.

Donna: Oh, oh, I am so glad. That's just wonderful.

Michael: Glad? What are you glad about?

Donna: Michael, she's with the man she loves on Christmas.

Michael: Donna, Cass told us that Marley was not supposed to be seen with Jamie.

Vicky: Dad, don't worry. Where they are, no one can see them.

Marley: Jamie, what are you doing?

Jamie: Shh, careful, you're in church.

Marley: Why are you back here?

Jamie: I don't like to be angry at you.

Marley: You know, I don't like to be angry with you either, but you missed your flight.

Jamie: Did you really think I could leave you?

Marley: Jamie, we decided it was for the best.

Jamie: No, no, no, not "we." You did, Marley. I love you, but I am really tired of this conversation.

Marley: What conversation?

Jamie: I was wrong to care for you when you were involved with Jake, but I stood aside.

Marley: It wasn't only Jake. There was Vicky, and Vicky still had feelings for you.

Jamie: Ok, ok. What I am trying to say is I believe in the two of us. I think we're right together. We belong together, and I think you think that, too. Marley, I want to share my life with you.

Marley: No matter what?

Jamie: No matter what. I love you.

Marley: Jamie, if you share your life with me, you're going to have to give up your life, your life as a father and as a doctor. How can -- how can I let you lose all of that? How can I let you live in fear for the rest of your life?

Nun: I was so shocked to hear the news.

Felicia: Did you know Gloria well?

Nun: No, but she was a great friend to our convent.

Felicia: She was a great friend to me. A dear, dear friend.

Nun: I'm sorry for your loss.

Felicia: Thank you. I'm sorry for Jenna. You haven't told her, have you?

Nun: No, not today.

Felicia: She is here?

Nun: Oh, yes. She spends most of her holidays with us.

Felicia: I've been thinking, if only it weren't Christmastime. But then, I guess, what difference does it make? This is such terrible news to hear anytime.

Nun: Terrible, yes, but it must be done. I'll get her.

Felicia: Oh, God. I'm so scared.

Luke: I know, I know. But this has got to be done.

Felicia: I just keep wondering what I'm doing here.

Luke: Look, she'll see how much Gloria loved you.

Felicia: I just don't know what to expect. I mean, how can she possibly handle something like this?

Luke: You're thinking about our daughter, aren't you?

Felicia: You, too?

Luke: That's all I've thought about, ever since we left Bay City.

Felicia: I just keep thinking about what they told her -- we were dead, or maybe that we didn't care about her.

Luke: Whatever they told her, no matter how hard a time she had, I just hope she's as fortunate as Jenna to have someone like you to pull her through it.

[Knock on door]

Taylor: Who is it?

John: Taylor, it's me, John.

Taylor: Hi, I'm so happy to see you.

John: Well, you're going to be even happier when I show you my surprise.

Taylor: What surprise?

Sharlene: Merry Christmas.

Jamie: Here in this holy place and before God, I pledge my love to you, Marley. I'm prepared to do whatever it takes to spend the rest of my life with you, wherever we have to be. I promise you that I'll stand by you and I will protect you. And I'll love you for as long as we both shall live.

Marley: I love you.

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