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Another World Transcript Monday 11/27/06

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Ken: Come on in.

Rachel: Oh, it's warm in here. Oh...

Ken: You asked me to point out Orion.

Rachel: I know, but I had no idea there was so much about the Zodiac I knew nothing about.

Ken: That'll teach you to get me started.

Rachel: I'm not complaining, really.

Ken: Good, because I am in a great mood, and nothing is going to spoil it.

Rachel: Do we have Beethoven to thank for that?

Ken: Well, partly.

Rachel: Ah.

Ken: The concert was terrific. What's wrong?

Rachel: Oh, nothing. I was just wondering if maybe your good mood had something to do with this fabulous gift you dragged me over here to see.

Ken: It's driving you crazy, isn't it?

Rachel: No.

Ken: Oh.

Rachel: What is it?

Ken: I've been waiting for the perfect moment.

Rachel: The perfect moment?

Ken: Yes.

Rachel: Christmas is almost over.

Ken: Well, actually, Rachel, it's --

Rachel: Oh, my gosh. I'm sorry. I really put my foot in it, didn't I?

Ken: What do you mean?

Rachel: Well, you didn't get me anything. That's what you're trying to tell me?

Dean: Is some of that hot cider for me?

Frankie: Yes, it is.

Dean: That little cup there?

Frankie: Yeah. Listen, Dean, I've been thinking --

Dean: Uh-oh, that's always a problem.

Frankie: Yeah, very funny. I thought that it was really sad to see John without Sharlene on Christmas. Families are supposed to be together on holidays, don't you think?

Dean: Well, I guess, if they're into it.

Frankie: If they're into it?

Dean: What are you getting at, Frankie?

Frankie: Would you happen to be missing anybody about now?

Dean: Oh, ho-ho. Ah, if this is a question about my father, the answer's no, ok?

Frankie: Come on, Dean. You know how stubborn he is. Why don't you be the grownup, pick up the phone, and call him.

Dean: Frankie, you serious?

Frankie: Yeah, invite Henry to spend New Year's with us.

Dean: What are you, nuts?

Cass: Frankie, you out of your mind?

Sharlene: Merry Christmas, Taylor.

Taylor: Sharlene! When did you get --

Sharlene: Tonight. My bus was delayed.

Taylor: I don't know what to say. Welcome home!

Sharlene: Thank you.

John: I told you she'd be back today.

Taylor: Yeah, and it looks like you were right.

Sharlene: And it looks like you were ready for bed.

Taylor: Oh, I was just reading.

John: I guess she forgot that I was coming over. We should have called.

Taylor: No, please, please, it's fine. Please, come in.

Sharlene: No, no, really. Are you sure? It looks like we caught you at a bad time.

Taylor: No.

Nun: Jenna, this is Miss Felicia Gallant.

Jenna: I know who she is. Hello, Miss Gallant.

Felicia: Hello, Jenna.

Jenna: You're here to see me?

Felicia: Yes. This is a friend of mine. This is Luke.

Lucas: Hi.

Jenna: Nice to meet you. I've read all your books, Miss Gallant. I can't believe Mom did this. I've always wanted to meet you. Ah, this is going to be the best Christmas after all. Where is she? She brought you here, didn't she?

Felicia: No, honey, she didn't.

Jenna, your mother is not here. I am sorry.

Jenna: About what?

Felicia: There's something that you probably don't know. Your mother was very ill.

Jenna: I knew that.

Felicia: You did?

Jenna: She had the flu. That's why I stayed here over Christmas. Isn't that right, Mother Superior?

Mother Superior: That's what your mother told us, dear.

Felicia: Jenna, it wasn't the flu. It was something that was much more serious.

Jenna: Serious how? She's not in the hospital, is she?

Felicia: She was, yes.

Jenna: So she's out now?

Felicia: Honey, your mother died last night.

Mother Superior: God rest her soul.

Jenna: No. No, I don't believe it.

Felicia: I know this is a terrible shock for you. It was for all of us. No one even knew that Gloria was that sick.

Jenna: No, no, it's a mistake! It has to be!

Felicia: No, it's not a mistake, honey. I loved your mother with all my heart. I would give anything if she were alive.

Jenna: I don't understand.

Felicia: Sweetheart, she had cancer. It did go into remission. It just didn't last as long as she hoped it would.

Jenna: Remission?

Lucas: Felicia was there when it happened.

Felicia: She was at peace.

Jenna: You were there?

Felicia: Yes.

Jenna: Why didn't anyone call me?

Felicia: I'm sure that your mother wanted to. It just happened so fast, there just wasn't time.

Jenna: Are you saying that she knew she was going to die and she didn't tell me?

Lucas: Everyone, not just you.

Jenna: I'm not everyone. I'm her daughter.

Felicia: She just didn't want people to worry.

Jenna: So I don't even get to say good-bye?

Mother Superior: Take comfort, Jenna. Your mother is in heaven now.

Jenna: I want her here.

Mother Superior: Yes, dear, I know, but God has called her to him.

Felicia: Jenna, listen to me. Cry, honey, go ahead. It's all right. This is very scary. I don't know what either one of us are going to do without her.

Jenna: I'll be ok. I'll be fine. I'm used to being alone.

Felicia: You don't have to be. I'm here.

Cass: You want his father to come here?

Frankie: I thought it would be nice.

Dean: It'd be a blast, right?

Frankie: We have the room and they have spent enough holidays apart.

Dean: And we like it that way, Frankie. If you call him up, you'll find that out.

Frankie: Holidays were invented so that families would have an excuse to get together.

Cass: Oh, I thought it was so they could get together once a year and get it over with.

Dean: I'm with that guy.

Frankie: Look, if you're acting this way because you don't want more of my family --

Cass: No, no, no, that's not it. I just think that Dean should be the one to decide whether or not his father comes here.

Frankie: You can deny it all you want to, Dean, but you love your father very much, and he loves you.

Dean: That's why he spent a lot of time looking for me, right?

Frankie: Yeah, and what have you done?

Dean: Look, he walked out on me, right? He walked out on me, and when push came to shove, he always looked out for numero uno, and that's it.

Frankie: You had a lot of good years before then.

Dean: Is that what you call good years? What, scamming, gambling, hotel-hopping, having room-ordered pizza for Thanksgiving, Christmas, everything? I don't know.

Frankie: If he didn't love you so much, why did he take you with him?

Dean: So he could tell himself and other people could tell him that he's a great guy, ok?

Frankie: Dean!

Dean: And if he was a great guy, he'd be more like Cass, and he'd have settled down, and then maybe I could have had a normal life, like any other kid.

Frankie: Yeah, and then you probably wouldn't write such good songs.

Cass: What can I say? She's an incurable romantic, but I love her. And you know what else? She's usually right, Dean.

Dean: Not this time, she's not.

Frankie: Look, you don't know everything you think you know, Dean.

Dean: Mm, like what, Frankie?

Frankie: Like he didn't dump you. Child welfare took you away from him. He fought like hell to keep you.

Dean: Oh, tooth and nail, tooth and nail, all the way to the next casino.

Frankie: Oh, you can't try to understand him at all, right?

Dean: I do, I understand him! Jeez, I understand him. He was -- he was -- Henry was a good man. He was the best, no argument, ok? He was a very good con artist.

Frankie: Look, it wasn't easy for him either, you know.

Cass: Ok, all right, time out. That's enough, both of you. Here's the final decision. It's Dean's call, Henry is Dean's father.

Frankie: Cass!

Cass: Now, could I have a little peace and quiet around here? I have to face the D.A. from hell first thing in the morning, in case anybody has forgotten.

Frankie: I'm sorry. Do you still have a lot of work left to do?

Cass: Yeah. Jury selection should be finished by noon. I may have to make my opening statement tomorrow.

Dean: And then what?

Cass: Then I tell the jury why Marley is innocent.

Dean: And what does a D.A. do?

Cass: She tells the jury why they should send Marley to prison.

Taylor: Won't you both sit down, and I will go get us all some tea.

Sharlene: No, Taylor, really. We can't stay long.

Taylor: I want you to.

Sharlene: But you are already --

Taylor: I want to know how you are.

Sharlene: All right, I'll tell you how I am. I'm fine. I've never felt better inside or out.

Taylor: Well, that's wonderful.

Sharlene: Yes, it's very clear to me now that what I want is for John and me to be a family. I don't feel torn anymore. I don't feel guilty.

Taylor: No?

Sharlene: No. No, once I had a chance to be alone, once I had a chance to be away from --

Taylor: From what?

Sharlene: From all the pressure I was under, I could see clearly. I stopped trying to feel like I had to make things right for everyone. I decided that I would make things right for my baby.

Taylor: And for you.

Sharlene: This is what's right for me.

Taylor: What about -- what about Grant?

Sharlene: Grant knows. He knows; I left him a note.

Taylor: Do you think that's going to be enough?

Sharlene: That's gonna have to be enough. I told him that any relationship we had is over. John's love is what I need.

Taylor: Well, it looks like you've made a lot of progress on your own, Sharlene.

Sharlene: No, I didn't do it on my own. I couldn't have done it without you and John. You believed in me, and you had a lot of patience.

Taylor: That's my job.

Sharlene: Yeah, but you were there when I needed a friend, and I would not have been here if it weren't for you.

John: I have a lot to thank you for, too.

Taylor: Oh, stop it. You're both embarrassing me.

John: Listen, is that flashlight still out on the porch?

Taylor: Uh, I think so.

John: Let me go and have a look around, make sure that you're secure.

Taylor: Ok, thanks.

Sharlene: Someone's been bothering you?

Taylor: Someone I met doing research, and John, he worries too much.

Sharlene: Yes, I know he does, but that gives us a chance to talk alone, anyway.

Taylor: Something else bothering you?

Sharlene: Yes, something was bothering me, something we talked about before I left.

Taylor: We talked about a lot of things, Sharlene.

Sharlene: I accused you of wanting John for yourself, remember?

Taylor: Yes, I do.

Sharlene: Well, I'm clear about that now.

Ken: Rachel --

Rachel: No, it's all right, really.

Ken: No, it isn't.

Rachel: Oh, yes, it is. We never even talked about giving each other gifts. I just sprung mine on you. You probably thought it was inappropriate.

Ken: You couldn't be more wrong.

Rachel: I couldn't?

Ken: I told you I had a gift for you. I just wanted to give it to you here.

Rachel: Yes, well, I figured you were improvising.

Ken: Why would I do that?

Rachel: Actually, to get me here and figure something out.

Ken: Oh, ye of little faith!

Rachel: I thought you were going to give me this wonderful little fertility goddess that I've admired so much, but I had been wondering how I was going to run that by Matthew.

Ken: You got me all wrong, you know that?

Rachel: The best thing you could give me is your friendship.

Ken: Yeah, right.

Rachel: No, I'm serious. If I have that, what else do I need?

Ken: You like presents, don't you?

Rachel: Well, yeah, I sort of do.

Ken: All right, then. Close your eyes. Close your eyes.

Rachel: Is this gonna hurt?

Ken: Only if you laugh. Come on.

Rachel: Ok. You know, it was terrific of you to get me out of the house. It's a real fresh -- breath of fresh air. Ken, the fertility goddess is behind me, and it can't take that much time to wrap it. Where are you going?

Ken: Ok, open your eyes.

Rachel: Oh, I can't believe it!

Sharlene: I was confused. I'm not anymore.

Taylor: I'm happy for you, Sharlene.

Sharlene: John told me how loyal you've been the whole time I was away.

Taylor: I did what I could.

Sharlene: Taylor, you were a friend, and I want to apologize for ever thinking it was anything different.

Taylor: Don't be silly. It's what we call a negative transference, and I knew it was something that you were going to work through.

Sharlene: You believed in me. I hope you still can.

Taylor: What do you mean?

Sharlene: I feel so good now, I feel so healthy that I want to leave things alone for a while.

Taylor: Leave things alone?

Sharlene: Yeah, I don't -- I'm not going to resume therapy.

Taylor: You're afraid of rocking the boat?

Sharlene: No, it's not that at all, it's just that I don't feel it's necessary.

Taylor: You know, Sharlene, there are certain things that a patient goes through in recovery that he's not always aware of.

Sharlene: I don't want to be a patient anymore. I want to be well.

Taylor: I understand that, but you have only just integrated two --

Sharlene: I've made up my mind, Taylor.

Taylor: I can see you have. Well, I'm here if you need me.

Sharlene: Thank you.

Taylor: You know, I talked to John about referring you to another therapist when -- when you came back.

Sharlene: Why?

Taylor: Because I felt that I'd grown too close to the both of you to remain objective, and I -- I just thought that would be a good idea. But now that I'm seeing you, and I'm seeing how well you're doing, I feel really strong about seeing you at least one more time.

Sharlene: [Sighs] Taylor, do you really think it's necessary?

Taylor: I do. Sharlene, as with everything else in life, it is very important to end your therapy well.

Sharlene: For you, my friend, yes, yes.

Taylor: Good.

Sharlene: Let me find my husband. He's taking far too long. Oh, hi.

John: Well, everything is all secure out there. I'm warming up the car.

Sharlene: All right, so I'll see you tomorrow.

Taylor: Yes, you will.

Sharlene: Ok.

John: Why don't you go ahead? I got to get my gloves on.

Sharlene: Good night.

Taylor: Good night. So thank you.

John: How are you holding up?

Taylor: Oh, every sound makes me jump, but other than that, I'm fine.

John: Listen, I know how scared you are, and if you think that I'm going to let you go through this alone, you need a shrink.

Taylor: But --

John: No, Taylor, trust me on this.

Felicia: I want so much to comfort you, even just a little.

Jenna: You can't bring my mother back, can you?

Felicia: No, I can't, but I can try and help you to understand why she didn't tell you. Your mother was extremely protective of you, and I believe she did that because she loved you so much.

Jenna: I know she did.

Felicia: She would never have done this to hurt you. It was just the opposite.

Jenna: I should have been with her.

Lucas: It would have been better for both of you, but it can't be changed now.

Felicia: I do want you to know something, how courageous she was. She told jokes, and she refused to give in until the very, very end.

Jenna: Did she suffer a lot?

Felicia: No, I don't think so.

Jenna: So, what's gonna happen now?

Felicia: Well, I know that she would have left everything to you, and so I'm sure you're well taken care of, and you can stay here in school until you finish --

Jenna: No, no, I mean right now. We have to bury her, don't we?

Felicia: She has a friend named Barbara Denton who is making all the funeral arrangements. Your mother requested no service.

Jenna: Everything's changed. I should be at my mother's place. I want to see things just the way she left them before anyone moves anything or touches anything.

Mother Superior: You shouldn't be alone now, dear. We've always been your family, Jenna, since you came to us when you were a little girl.

Jenna: I know all the sisters care about me, but I can't stay here.

Mother Superior: You're not thinking clearly. How could you?

Nun: Jenna.

Jenna: Sister Mary Kelly.

Sister Mary Kelly: Shall we go to the chapel?

Jenna: All right.

Sister Mary Kelly: The sisters are waiting for you.

Jenna: They know? Good-bye, Miss Gallant. Thank you for caring. It's nice to meet you. Your books have made living here a little less lonely.

Felicia: Good-bye, Jenna.

Mother Superior: Thank you for coming to tell Jenna. It's hard to carry such a heavy burden.

Felicia: I think it's harder to learn that your mother just died.

Mother Superior: Jenna knows it's God's will.

Lucas: How about Jenna's father? Has he been contacted?

Mother Superior: As far as I know, he doesn't know anything about Jenna.

Felicia: Do you mean that she doesn't know her own father?

Mother Superior: No.

Lucas: Then she's all alone.

Mother Superior: Gloria never wanted the man to know Jenna existed. That's why she brought the child to us.

Felicia: Well, did -- did Gloria tell you anything about Jenna's father?

Mother Superior: Gloria never explained, and I never asked questions.

Lucas: Why?

Mother Superior: It was clear to me she was terrified. I wanted to help. I thought that as time went by, she'd open up.

Felicia: But she didn't.

Mother Superior: No.

Lucas: Did Gloria tell Jenna about him?

Mother Superior: Not that I know of. Gloria never spoke his name. You'd have to ask Jenna.

Felicia: I thought that she would cry, and she didn't.

Mother Superior: Jenna is an exceptional child. She's very mature, and she has her faith. She'll recover.

Felicia: A child should cry.

Mother Superior: Thank you for everything.

Lucas: Thank you, Sister.

Mother Superior: We'll take care of Jenna. Put your mind at rest.

Felicia: Well, then, I guess we should be going then.

Mother Superior: Safe home. I'll call Sister Ignatius to see you out.

Felicia: Thank you.

Lucas: [Exhales]

Felicia: That's it?

Lucas: Well, you told her, and she took it well.

Felicia: Too well. That's what bothers me so much. You know what? I have an idea.

Lucas: Whatever it is, I'm with you.

Felicia: Come on, let's get out of here. I'll explain it in the car.

Lucas: All right.

Ken: You don't believe it because you hate it, or because you love it?

Rachel: I love it!

Ken: It's the real thing, you know. This is a practice armor made for the Earl of Derby when he was 12 years old.

Rachel: It's terrific!

Ken: You know, this is a lost art. Nobody really knows exactly how they made it.

Rachel: I mean, the craftsmanship on something like this, for something he was going to outgrow!

Ken: Well, that's why we have it, of course. The adult armor was unfortunately punctured through the front when the Earl was 25.

Rachel: Oh, my gosh, he didn't --

Ken: Uh-huh. The Earl of Leicester did the deed. This piece has a much less gruesome history.

Rachel: The tie is really quite nice. How did you know that I've always wanted a suit of armor?

Ken: Liar.

Rachel: I'm not lying. Ask Mom.

Ken: I will.

Rachel: [Laughs]

Ken: Regardez ca!

Rachel: Oh!

Ken: Voila!

Rachel: Oh, no!

Ken: Ethiopian Araki.

Rachel: No, I swore off of that stuff!

Ken: Even for special occasions?

Rachel: Especially for special occasions. I made a total idiot of myself the last time I had that.

Ken: You were totally charming. Now, come on, we'll just have one glass. We'll make a toast and we'll smash the glasses so you won't be tempted to down your traditional dozen.

Rachel: I didn't have a dozen.

Ken: Come on, let's drink to the last year, and to how you've changed my life.

John: Well, thank you, Josie. That was really good.

Josie: You're welcome.

John: I'm going to go out and get some firewood. I want to sit with you for a long time in front of the fire tonight.

Sharlene: I can't think of anything better.

Josie: You two seem -- you seem really happy.

Sharlene: We are.

Josie: I'm glad, I'm really glad. So, how does it feel knowing that the baby's going to be here soon?

Sharlene: Oh, Josie. You know that part of me's terrified, and part of me is -- part of me can't wait. But, you know, it's such a responsibility to bring that little life into this world, such a new little life.

Josie: Yeah, I know, but you don't have to do it alone this time.

Sharlene: No, I guess I don't.

Josie: Mama, I am counting the days, and I'm going to be right here when that baby's born.

Sharlene: Now, wait a second. I want to talk to you about that. How are you going to do that? You can't keep --

Josie: I'm going to fly home, Mama.

Sharlene: But, sweetheart, you can't keep flying back and forth from L.A.

Josie: I want to.

Sharlene: I know you do, but I don't want you to go neglecting yourself, ok?

Josie: I'm not going to do that, ok?

Sharlene: I'm happy, Josie, inside. I'm ok, and I want you to go out there and do all those things that I was too afraid to let you do. Ok? Give us a kiss.

Josie: Deal!

Cass: So basically his condition is stable?

Dean: [Humming]

Cass: Well, what would you call it? Ok, thank you.

Frankie: So, how is Jake?

Cass: The official word? Critical but stable condition. The same as it's been ever since the surgery.

Frankie: And you figure Morgan's really going to play that up, huh?

Cass: You can bet on that.

Frankie: Has anybody heard from Jamie?

Cass: He hasn't called home.

Frankie: And nobody seems to know exactly where he is, huh?

Cass: It would worry me less if Marley wasn't acting so strangely.

Frankie: Oh, she is stronger than anybody knows. She's going to pull through this fine.

Cass: I hope you're right.

[Dean scatting]

Cass: Where's my case file? Have you seen it?

Frankie: Oh, here, it's right here. What are you looking for?

Cass: I'm looking for the request by Jake's landlord to take back possession of the video loft.

Frankie: Oh, it's right in front. I've been meaning to ask you, can he do that while the case isn't settled?

Cass: Sure, if the two parties and the Judge agree. In essence, what he's trying to do is break the rental agreement with Jake.

Frankie: I guess he needs the money coming in.

Cass: Yeah, he'll probably try to claim the equipment, you know, in exchange for back rent that's due. Jake has that soundboard and all of those video cameras and monitors.

Frankie: You think everybody's going to go for it?

Cass: My guess is yeah.

Frankie: So if Jake wakes up, he has nothing.

Cass: Nothing.

Dean: Um, that -- that guy used to do music videos, right?

Cass: Well, he had the equipment to do them, but nobody really knows the extent of what Jake did. That's what we're trying to find out.

Frankie: Yeah. But you know, selling all of the stuff while Jake is helpless, lying there in the hospital bed just doesn't seem right to me.

Cass: I know. I think it could be stopped if Jake had somebody who cared enough to stop it.

Frankie: Or the money.

Cass: Yeah, right. Vince cares enough, but he and Mary don't have that kind of dough.

[Knock on door]

Frankie: Did you forget to pay Anthony?

Cass: It does sound like his knock. I'll go.

Frankie: Ok.

Felicia: Cass.

Cass: Felicia!

Felicia: I need your help, honey. I'm sorry.

Cass: Ok, begin at the beginning.

Felicia: Gloria died last night.

Cass: Oh, honey, oh...

Frankie: Gloria, your agent?

Felicia: My agent. Mostly my friend.

Lucas: She'd been sick for a while, but she didn't tell anyone.

Cass: This was very sudden.

Felicia: Yes.

Lucas: Felicia was with her at the end.

Felicia: Just before she died, she asked me to take care of her life.

Cass: What did she mean by that?

Felicia: Cass, she has a daughter.

Cass: What? You met her at the hospital?

Felicia: No, no, no. We just met her now. She's a teenager.

Lucas: Her name is Jenna. She's staying at a boarding school just outside of Chicago, and apparently her father doesn't even know she exists.

Cass: Who's the guardian?

Felicia: I don't know. I went there to tell her that her mother died.

Frankie: That must have been so hard for you.

Felicia: It was. Cass, she's all alone.

Cass: There must be a will.

Felicia: I don't know, maybe. I want to get her out of there. I want her to spend some days with me, at least through the holidays.

Cass: Well --

Felicia: Can you help me?

Cass: Have you just tried asking her to join you?

Felicia: Honey, it's not that easy. Otherwise I wouldn't be here. There's a nun there who's acting now like she's her guardian.

Cass: Maybe she is.

Felicia: I don't know that. Please, can you find that out for me?

Cass: I can try, sure. But in the meantime, I want you to ask yourself something.

Felicia: What?

Cass: Just how involved in all of this are you planning to get?

Rachel: Oh, I have serious doubts about this.

Ken: Why?

Rachel: Because this will undoubtedly be the last moment I remember of this evening, and I think I will regret that.

Ken: Moderation in all things, Rachel. C'mon, one more try. Let's drink to a year full of wonderful memories.

[Glasses clink]

Ken: Bottoms up.

Rachel: Oh, oh, well.

Ken: [Laughs]

Rachel: I for one can't believe that it's been practically a year since we met.

Ken: I had the advantage. I saw you first.

Rachel: You saved my life.

Ken: Do you remember when you first came in here?

Rachel: How could I forget?

Rachel: So much has happened since then, since you held me prisoner here at minimum wage.

Ken: I didn't really pay you minimum wage, did I?

Rachel: And now you're going to block out the dig?

Ken: No, now, the dig I remember.

Rachel: [Laughs]

Ken: God, has it really been a year?

Rachel: Well, we're very busy people, you know.

Ken: I guess that explains it, because it feels like I've known you forever.

Rachel: You're leading me astray, you know.

Ken: God, I hope so... 'cause you were right. I was lying to you before. The suit of armor is not your real present.

Rachel: It isn't?

Ken: No. Your real present is right here in my pocket.

John: I'm so happy you're home. I knew you'd come back. I had to believe it. Otherwise I never would have gotten through the days.

Sharlene: I really put you through hell, didn't I?

John: I love you, Sharlene. When we got married, I had no expectations of us ever walking hand in hand into the sunset with no problems at all.

Sharlene: You never gave up hope?

John: I had some moments, but no. No, I didn't.

Sharlene: How would you feel about coaching me through childbirth?

John: I thought you'd already asked Frankie.

Sharlene: That was before, John. I want you to be with me. Will you be with me?

John: Oh, you just try and stop me.

Sharlene: This baby is going to be so welcome and wanted and loved.

John: I know that I've told you this before, but when I was in Vietnam, I made a decision that I'd never bring a child into this world. Then I met you, and everything changed.

Sharlene: You're going to be a wonderful father.

John: Oh, I'm going to try. I'm going to give it everything I've got.

Sharlene: Did you feel that?

John: Hmm.

Sharlene: Feel it.

John: Those kicks are really getting severe.

Sharlene: Now, feel that. That feels like a soccer game in there.

John: [Laughs]

Sharlene: Oh, over there. I think that's an elbow. What do you think?

John: There's really a baby in there...our baby.

Frankie: I'll be in touch with you as soon as I find out about her will.

Felicia: Ok. I really appreciate you doing this. I know how swamped you are with Marley's case.

Cass: I always have the time for you.

Felicia: I know what I'm doing. This isn't a reaction.

Cass: I understand.

Lucas: Good luck tomorrow, Cass.

Cass: Thank you. Good night.

Felicia: Good luck.

Frankie: Good night. Take care, ok?

Felicia: Thank you. Thanks, good night.

Frankie: What you said to her, it was right.

Cass: She's upset with me.

Frankie: Look, she's a mess, Cass. She just had to tell that poor kid that her mother is dead.

Cass: I haven't seen anything get to her like this in a long time.

Frankie: Well, of course it would. It had to remind her of her own daughter.

Cass: I know, I know. Sometimes life just isn't all that fair, is it?

Frankie: Well, on the other hand, it does have its moments, like the first time you kissed me.

Cass: I forget, was that like this?

Or -- or was it like this?

Frankie: [Giggles]

Actually, actually, it was more like this.

Cass: [Moans] It's coming back to me now, like this.

Frankie: [Moans]

Dean: Oh, I'm sorry.

Cass: Dean!

Dean: You guys just always going at it, I don't --

Frankie: Look, the next time this happens, can you pretend you didn't see anything and split?

Dean: You guys never close down, do you? I mean, people coming and going whenever they please. We should just install one of those drive-in windows.

Frankie: Felicia is Cass' best friend, Dean.

Cass: Not to mention my client for many years, not that that's any of your business.

Dean: I didn't think running a restaurant was that big a deal that you had to talk to your lawyer every night and day. I don't know.

Frankie: Felicia is a person, Dean. She may manage a restaurant and write novels and do a TV talk show, but she has problems just like everybody else. Well, maybe her problems aren't exactly like everybody else's, but she has them just the same.

Dean: She does a TV talk show?

Cass: Doesn't he ever listen?

Dean: That's cool, that's -- tell me more about this TV show.

Jenna: This is so hard. I'm talking to you right now, but I just feel like picking up the phone and calling Mommy. I'm grateful that she's with you now, free from worry and pain, and that she didn't suffer a lot, but I just miss her so much. Sister Mary Kelly says that through faith we can always find a good reason for everything that happens, and that it's up to me to find the good thing that will come from Mommy's death, but I don't know if I can. Help me. Show me. I feel so lost right now. I have so many questions about who I am, and now, now I feel like I'm never going to get the answers.

Felicia: [Sighs] What?

Lucas: That was a very preoccupied kiss.

Felicia: Oh, I'm sorry. Really, I am.

Lucas: Can't help thinking about Jenna, huh? I can't blame you.

Felicia: Cass thinks I'm getting carried away.

Lucas: He never said that.

Felicia: I know he didn't say it, but he was very busy avoiding saying it.

Lucas: Well, are you?

Felicia: Maybe. Luke, did you see her face when the nun led her away?

Lucas: Yeah, I can't get it out of my mind. She was hurting, and you wanted to help her.

Felicia: I just wonder if I'm offering to help her for the right reasons.

Lucas: Our daughter?

Felicia: She kept everything inside. I mean, I know the nuns are kind. I just wonder if they can help her deal with this.

Lucas: You mean the way you would.

Felicia: Yeah. I mean, I knew Gloria.

Lucas: So did the nuns.

Felicia: Yeah, but how well could they have known her?

Lucas: Apparently you didn't know her well either.

Felicia: Oh, come on. I thought you were on my side.

Lucas: Just playing the devil's advocate.

Felicia: Why?

Lucas: Because I know how your mind works.

Felicia: Do you?

Lucas: Yes. You met this girl once, and you're already thinking about having her move in with you, aren't you?

Felicia: Would you mind?

Lucas: You see?

Felicia: Well, you didn't answer my question.

Lucas: You didn't answer mine either. What do you want to do with Jenna? Do you want to be her guardian, or her what?

Felicia: I really can't answer that right now.

Ken: Go ahead, open it.

Rachel: Oh, Ken, it's beautiful.

Ken: If you're wondering why I've been acting so strangely, this is it.

Rachel: What do you mean?

Ken: Well, I had this in my pocket Christmas eve. I still had it in my pocket all through Christmas dinner, burning a hole, I might add. I -- I just -- I never found the right moment until now, until --

Rachel: Until we had our first shot of Araki.

Ken: The Araki had nothing to do with it. This is not an impulsive gesture.

Rachel: No, I can tell that.

Ken: And this isn't just a ring.

Rachel: What do you mean by that?

Ken: It means something.

Rachel: Tell me.

Ken: It's a -- kind of engagement ring.

Rachel: Kind of?

Ken: I mean, you don't have to give me an answer yet.

[Knock at door]

Taylor: John? Who are you?

Man: I'm Joe Gleason. I handle security for Michael Hudson.

Taylor: Uh, he sent you here?

Joe: Yeah. You know his brother, right?

Taylor: Yes, I do.

Joe: Well, I'm to watch your house while I'm on duty.

Taylor: Oh, I see. Well, thank you for letting me know.

Joe: Dr. Hudson would have come, but he's with his wife.

Taylor: Yes, I know that. Thank you.

Joe: You don't have to worry. Nobody gets past me.

Taylor: Yes, well, thank you. I feel very relieved. Good night, Mr. Gleason. Damn it!

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