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Another World Transcript Wednesday 12/20/06

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Doctor: No one spends any time with him?

John: No significant time.

Doctor: That's really a shame. A lot of coma patients respond to the voice of a loved one.

John: I'm afraid he doesn't have many of those left, Dr. McGuire. But I'll see what I can do. Perhaps I can get some of the volunteers to come in and read to him once a day or so.

Dr. McGuire: Do it. It could bring this guy out of it sooner.

John: Yeah. You hear that, hot shot? You're strong as an ox. You can pull through this, Jake.

Can you hear me? Come on, wiggle your fingers again if you can. [Sighs] Sure hope you wake up, because Marley may go to prison if you can't tell us who really did this to you. Come on, Jake, talk to me.

Michael: Cass, you -- if you or Frankie get any word at all, you call me, all right? Cass, are you sure you can't tell me who the hair sample matches? Come on, Cass. All right, all right, I'll wait. Look, the D.A. can't get this new evidence thrown out, can she? Well, that's good. Yeah, I'll wait to hear from you, thanks. This is driving me crazy!

Donna: He won't tell you who the new suspect might be?

Michael: No, he won't. Now the trial is delayed while the D.A. looks over the new evidence.

Donna: That's what he said?

Michael: Yeah. Donna, I want this to be over. I want it to be over for Marley's sake. I want it to be over for my sake.

Donna: I do, too. Michael, when we were in court today and they were --

[Doorbell rings]

Donna: I'll get it.

Stacey, what do you want?

Stacey: Donna, hi, I need to speak to Michael.

Michael: Stacey, hi, come on in.

Stacey: Hi. I just got the word on Iris' background check and I wanted to let you know as soon as possible.

Michael: Fine, what did you find out?

Stacey: Nothing and we're not going to.

Michael: What do you mean? Did you talk to my friend at the Buau?

Stacey: I just got off the phone with him.

Michael: Well, what did he say?

Stacey: He said that Iris has a friend in a high place, apparently, and we're not going to find out squat.

Michael: Oh, yeah? Well, we'll see about that.

Grant: Well, I hope that smile is for me.

Iris: It certainly is, congressman. I came by to thank you.

Grant: How did you find me?

Iris: You know, you're not the only one in this town with connections. Can I buy you a drink?

Grant: Sure, sure.

Iris: I just wanted to let you know that that little matter that we discussed had been handled. Thank you.

Grant: Well, sealing your dossier wasn't very easy. Must make for some very interesting reading, I would think.

Iris: Yes, probably. Look, I hope it's not presumptuous of me, but I wanted to ask you for one more teensy-weensy little favor.

Grant: I'm gonna have to start charging you a fee, you know.

Iris: Well, of course. Have you heard about the latest developments in the Jake McKinnon case?

Grant: Well, something about a hair sample, I'm told. It seems though Marley wasn't the only one visiting Jake that night.

Iris: Yes, I -- I heard that, too.

Grant: Now, why on earth would you need that information, Iris?

Rachel: Well, doesn't it look pretty? It would be nice to have the wedding reception here at the club, I guess.

Paulina: It's beautiful.

Rachel: How would you like to fly to New York with me tomorrow?

Paulina: What?

Rachel: Well, I have to find a wedding dress, and friends of mine have invited me to the theater and they have an extra ticket.

Paulina: I would love to do that.

Rachel: Good. I'll have Wendy make your reservation.

Paulina: But I can't.

Rachel: Why not?

Paulina: I'm supposed to be in court tomorrow.

Rachel: Why?

Paulina: The sample of hair that they found on Jake's clothing, it could be mine.

Taylor: Hi.

John: Hi, Taylor.

Taylor: How's Jake?

John: Mike had a specialist brought in. She seems hopeful.

Taylor: But?

John: Still no time frame. I don't think that Jake's going to wake up in time to help Marley.

Taylor: You look so tired.

John: I am a little tired today.

Taylor: You work too hard.

John: No, no, it's got nothing to do with work. Seems that my child-to-be is a little restless and keeping Sharlene awake at night.

Taylor: Oh.

John: We've always had this sense of when the other one was awake, so when Sharlene wakes up, I wake up right after, vice versa.

Taylor: Well, I hope everything is all right.

John: Everything is great. Sharlene looks great and she feels fine. I don't think any of the problems that she had earlier in her pregnancy are gonna make any difference at all.

Taylor: I hope you're right.

John: What do you mean you hope I'm right?

Taylor: Uh, nothing.

John: Do you know something that you're not telling me?

Taylor: No, no, no. Everything's fine. You've been through so much, you deserve a little peace. Are you going over to this award ceremony for Jamie tonight?

John: Yes, I am. As matter of fact, Sharlene is gonna meet me here.

Taylor: You know, confidentially, John, I thought that award this year should have gone to you. I think your work with Dr. Hiver was just as important as his work at --

Sharlene: Hi.

John: Hi, how are you? I missed you.

Sharlene: I missed you, too. Hi, Taylor.

Taylor: Hi.

Grant: Why the hurry, Iris? Rumor has it the trial is gonna resume in the morning. You can certainly get your information then.

Iris: I need to know beforehand.

Grant: Why?

Iris: You didn't ask me all these questions the first time I came to you for help.

Grant: Because you didn't seem quite so desperate the first time.

Iris: I'm not desperate.

Grant: Look, the hairs that were found on Jake's clothing, could they possibly belong to you, by any chance?

Iris: I never got close enough to Jake McKinnon to leave any traces.

Grant: That's a good thing, because whoever did has bought herself some trouble.

Iris: Yes, I think I know who that might -- might be, and I'm very, very worried for her.

Grant: Yes, we all are aware of your great concern, Iris.

Iris: Thank you. It's Paulina.

Grant: Ha! You're worried about Paulina?

Iris: Yes, it seems that she didn't give up on Jake as easily as she led everyone to believe.

Grant: How do you mean?

Iris: She and Jake, they had an awful fight the day he was shot. He was frightened that she might make a scene in front of Marley. You know, whoever is involved with Paulina could be in for a lot of trouble.

Grant: Yes, I see what you mean.

Iris: This could be a terrible scandal. If it is Paulina's hair, I think the sooner we all know in advance, the better. Don't you? Do you get my drift?

Grant: I think I do.

Iris: Good. So will you help me?

Rachel: Why do you think the hair sample the police found is yours?

Paulina: Well, I spent a lot of time at Jake's loft, for one thing.

Rachel: Yes, I know.

Paulina: We were very close for a while. I have a feeling that Cass is going to try to make it seem like I did it. He was bugging my phone, and Jake and I were seeing each other and he did break up with me. I didn't want to worry anybody, that's why I didn't say anything until now.

Rachel: Paulina, when are you going to start trusting me? We're a family now. Families help each other.

Paulina: I have only been in this family for a few months and already I'm in trouble.

Rachel: But you're not in trouble.

Paulina: Yes, I am. I know it.

Rachel: Paulina, you just said to me you spent a lot of time with Jake. Even if this hair sample is yours, it doesn't prove anything, does it?

Paulina: I didn't shoot Jake, Rachel.

Rachel: I know that.

Paulina: You still believe me?

Rachel: You were home that night. I'll testify to that if I have to.

Paulina: Thank you.

Rachel: Of course. Now, I have to go meet with the manager and then I have to get back to the office. Are you gonna be all right?

Paulina: Yes, of course I'll be fine.

Rachel: All right, and I'll see you back here in time for the award ceremony, right?

Paulina: Rachel, I don't know how to thank you.

Rachel: Well, there's a very simple way.

Paulina: There is?

Rachel: Paulina, I've taken you into my home, I have given you Mac's name. The rest is up to you. You're no longer an outsider. So why don't you stop thinking like one?

Paulina: I wish it were that simple.

Lucas: Iris Wheeler, please. Do you know where she is? Yes, you can take a message. Tell her that Lucas called and needs to speak to her immediately, it's urgent. Thank you.

Felicia: Hi.

Lucas: Did you see this?

Felicia: Yeah, I did. Maybe this is the break Cass needs.

Lucas: Yeah, maybe. So, how are you?

Felicia: Have you seen Jenna lately?

Lucas: No.

Felicia: She's going back to the boarding school in the morning. I'm hoping that, well, I can talk to her a little bit today. There she is.

Lucas: Hi, Jenna.

Felicia: Hi.

Jenna: Sorry I was gone so long.

Felicia: No, that's all right, honey. Where you been?

Jenna: At the bus station.

Felicia: Bus station, why?

Jenna: I had to get my ticket for tomorrow.

Felicia: Honey, you don't have to take the bus tomorrow. We'll take you there.

Jenna: That's not necessary.

Felicia: No, we were planning on going to lunch and then driving --

Jenna: I'll take the bus.

Felicia: Jenna, I wish you'd let me take you.

Lucas: Listen, if Jenna wants to do it this way, it's fine with us. Right?

Felicia: Right.

Jenna: Thank you, anyway.

Lucas: Well, I have to go track Iris down. I will see you two later, I hope?

Felicia: Yes, I think so.

Lucas: Good.

Felicia: So, shall we get a table? I'm sure you're probably hungry, aren't you?

Jenna: Yeah, I am a little.

Felicia: Good. Ok, why don't we go over here. Honey, I know that you probably haven't had a very good time with me here. It's just -- I wanted you to be with me because I didn't want you to be alone right after your Mom died.

Jenna: Well, I'm not alone at the convent. I have a lot of friends.

Felicia: I know. I'm sure you do.

Jenna: I know -- I know I haven't been much fun.

Felicia: I didn't expect you to be any way at all, really. I just wanted to help and I think what I've done is probably made things worse for you.

Jenna: No.

Felicia: I just -- I just didn't want you to feel lonely. And I think what's happened is just the opposite.

Jenna: I'm sorry, Felicia. You've been so generous to me. I mean, you've shown me things I've never seen before. It's -- it's just that I'm really sad and I can't seem to get past how sad I am.

Felicia: I know.

Jenna: You know, I cried the other night. I mean, I really cried.

Felicia: After we came back from your Mom's apartment?

Jenna: Yeah. It felt so good, too.

Felicia: It can.

Jenna: I mean, I wanted to cry before, but I just couldn't. It's like something wouldn't let me. And then, when we went to the apartment and I saw all those pictures, I was so angry. I felt so cut out. I didn't know what I did to deserve it.

Felicia: Honey, you didn't do anything.

Jenna: I wanted to throw things. And then I heard this beautiful song and it just -- it made me cry, you know? For the first time I really cried.

Felicia: What song?

Jenna: It was on the tape that Dean Frame left for you.

Dean: What the -- what happened?

Matt: Where's all the equipment?

Dean: Aw, man, I told that stupid landlord that I wanted first dibs on all the stuff for the studio. I told -- there he is, there you are.

Landlord: That's right. It's me, the stupid landlord.

Dean: I'm sorry, I'm sorry about that. But you did say, I promise you -- I promise I could get first dibs on this stuff. Where is it? It's all gone.

Landlord: Hey, it wasn't my call. I'm just in charge of the space.

Matt: Ok, that's why we're here. We're ready to sign the lease.

Landlord: Well, that's nice, but you're too late.

Dean: What?

Landlord: I already rented the space.

Matt: Wait, wait.

Dean: You rented the space?

Matt: Wait, Dean. Victor, you told us we just had to come up and sign the lease. Now you're saying that you already rented the space to someone else? Come on.

Dean: Like I said -- stupid, stupid, stupid.

Victor: Hey, you watch your mouth, you little creep.

Matt: Dean, Dean, I can handle this. Victor, talk to me, come on.

Victor: I need a respectable, reliable tenant in here. You saw what happened to the last guy who had this place. Goes and gets himself shot. The last thing I need is a couple of punks pretending to be rock and rollers.

Dean: Oh, you know, let's blow this place before I break something, Matt.

Matt: Hang on, Dean. Just settle down. Who did you rent the place to anyway?

Victor: Couple of fashion designers -- real nice, quiet girls.

Matt: That's nice. How much they give you?

Victor: What?

Matt: Cash, how much did they put down?

Victor: Well, nothing yet.

Matt: Nothing?

Victor: Why?

Matt: Nothing? How does two months security, three months in advance grab you, Vic?

Victor: Yeah, right.

Matt: Here you go. What do you say?

Victor: I say that I could probably take this and bounce it all the way to the bank. That's what I say.

Matt: That check is good.

Dean: I think you're passing up a sweet deal there, Vic. And those clothes people, they didn't give you a dime yet --

Victor: Well --

Dean: He just gave you half a year in advance, I think.

Victor: You pull this check out of your Daddy's pocket or what?

Matt: Ok, ok. Does this still work, the phone here?

Victor: Sure.

Matt: Oh, good. Someone I'd like you to talk to.

Matt: Hello, this is Matthew Cory. Is Nicholas Forman there? He's the president of Bay City Savings and Loan, you know. Nick, hi. Matt. Yeah. Oh, listen, I hate to bug you. Do you have a minute to talk to someone for me? Thanks. My banker.

Grant: Well, there is your beloved sister now.

Iris: Oh, no.

Grant: Paulina.

Iris: Just what do you think you're doing, Grant?

Grant: We were just talking about you.

Paulina: You were?

Grant: Well, it seems Iris here is very, very worried about you.

Paulina: Really? Why?

Iris: Oh, I was just telling Grant that I hope that those hair samples the police have turned up aren't yours.

Grant: It's sweet of her to be that concerned, don't you think?

Paulina: What are you up to, Iris?

Iris: You see, I didn't want her upset, and now look what you've done.

Paulina: Upset me about what?

Iris: Apparently Jake was very, very cross with you the day he was shot.

Paulina: Are you sure you weren't visiting Jake yourself that day?

Iris: Me?

Grant: Oh, this gets better and better.

Paulina: Maybe that's how you know that Jake was cross with me, maybe you were with him that night.

Iris: I was just trying to save your face.

Paulina: You're trying to cover your own behind.

Grant: Now, listen, relax, both of you. I mean, I couldn't get that information even if I wanted to.

Iris: Paulina, if you drag my father's name through the mud, you're going to have to answer to me. Congressman.

Grant: Iris -- oh, sorry about that.

Paulina: Don't be. She made a fool of herself, as usual.

Grant: I think she's been subpoenaed.

Paulina: Well, who hasn't?

Grant: You, too?

Paulina: I've got nothing to worry about. I was with Rachel that night. Iris, on the other hand, she looks like she's running scared, not me.

Michael: Iris' file was sealed on a direct order from Congressmen Harrison's office.

Donna: What?

Stacey: Why would he get involved in something like that?

Michael: I have no idea. It's a really stupid move. I mean, if people figure out that he's connected to Iris somehow --

Donna: Well, of course he is. He would do anything to get back at John's family.

Michael: Stacey, did Cass tell you the results of that hair sample test?

Stacey: No, he didn't.

Michael: What if it's Iris?

Stacey: And if her file is sealed, then it's gonna look even worse for her.

Michael: What if the hair belongs to somebody else?

[Doorbell rings]

Donna: I'll get it.

Man: Donna Hudson?

Donna: Yes.

Man: You've been subpoenaed.

Donna: I've what?

Man: You must be present in courtroom by tomorrow morning at 9:00.

Donna: Thank you, bye.

Michael: Donna, what's that? Is this for you? This -- Cass subpoenaed you?

Donna: There must be some mistake.

Michael: Well, why would our daughter's attorney subpoena you? Stacey, you want to tell me what the hell is going on?

Sharlene: And I saw the delivery room and the birthing rooms and the nursery. You can't believe all those babies. Oh, John, every size, shape and color. It just made it all so real. I don't -- am I talking too much?

John: No. Is she talking too much?

Taylor: No, no, not at all.

Sharlene: So I thought, "hospital tour, big deal, another thing to check off my list." But, oh, those babies -- I can't believe it. You see their faces and, I don't know, it just made it all so real. It really hit home. It was the first -- I guess I should be understanding that on my own by now. But when you see those beautiful little faces, you just -- I just -- it was all I could do to not be a blithering idiot.

John: Could I persuade you to get home and get ready for the ceremony tonight?

Sharlene: I'll go home if you go with me.

John: Ok, I'll go with you.

Sharlene: Ok. You coming tonight?

Taylor: Oh, I wouldn't miss it.

Sharlene: You know, we could give you a ride.

John: Sure.

Taylor: Oh, no, no, that's all right. I might be late and I don't want to hold you up.

Sharlene: Are you sure?

Taylor: I'm positive.

Sharlene: Ok.

Taylor: I'll see you later.

Sharlene: Taylor, I'll scout the place out for you.

Taylor: I'm sorry?

Sharlene: You know, for single eligible doctors. I mean, who would suspect me looking like this? [Chuckles]

Taylor: Sharlene.

Sharlene: Don't worry, I won't embarrass you, all right? See you later. You ready?

John: Yeah, I've got to drop something off at my office, then we can go. Bye, Taylor.

Taylor: Damn!

Paulina: Rachel, I thought you'd be at the office.

Rachel: Oh, well, my meeting was cancelled and I prefer to work at home. Paulina, I hope I wasn't too harsh on you earlier.

Paulina: No.

Rachel: I do know what you're going through.

Paulina: You do? Rachel : You've grown up feeling rejected and disappointed by life, and it's very difficult not to believe that that's going to continue.

Paulina: I don't know, maybe that's it.

Rachel: I was just the same way at your age. And meeting Mac didn't change that, even though he introduced me to a whole new world of goodness and trust and abundance. It was very difficult to accept all of that, especially coming from nothing. I hope I haven't offended you.

Paulina: It's the truth, why would it offend me?

Rachel: And then Mac died and all of those feelings of insecurity came back again.

Paulina: They did?

Rachel: They're always right there, aren't they? Waiting to assault you in a moment's weakness. Mac's love was my fortress against all of that. And once he was gone, I was vulnerable.

Paulina: Well, what changed it for you?

Rachel: Family, I guess. And time, and meeting Ken, mostly. He gave me hope.

Paulina: You didn't trust him very much when you first met him, did you?

Rachel: No reason to trust him. Except for something that Mac had written to me right before he died. But then, there was Ken. He was interesting and -- and funny, and he made me happy.

Ken: Hey.

Rachel: [Chuckles] You knew we were talking about you, didn't you?

Ken: My sixth sense. Paulina.

Paulina: Rachel was just telling me how you first met, how she didn't trust you.

Ken: I don't blame her.

Rachel: Remember Arizona? I found a gun in his backpack, that wasn't guaranteed to reassure me.

Ken: There were poachers on our tail.

Rachel: Yes, but I didn't know that and I didn't believe you.

Paulina: What changed your mind?

Rachel: Oh, just a little thing. He risked his life to save mine. Funny how those little things tend to make you trust people. And it does feel good.

Ken: I never thought I'd feel that way again.

Paulina: Well, then, it's good you two found each other.

Rachel: It's good the three of us found each other, because I think there's great potential for happiness here.

Donna: Cass doesn't have to subpoena me, I'm in court every day.

Michael: Why didn't he tell us he was going to do this?

Donna: That's what I'd like to know.

Michael: Donna, you know, I think it's really kind of odd though, that new evidence comes up and you get subpoenaed.

Donna: They didn't find my hair on Jake's clothing.

Michael: Is that right?

Donna: Are you accusing me?

Michael: Donna, they found blonde hair. And you had rented a blonde wig to go to a party that we didn't even want to go to.

Donna: I don't believe this. Are we turning on each other now?

Stacey: Michael, maybe this is just a formality. Cass probably wants her to testify about Jake and Marley's relationship.

Michael: Stacey, if that was the case he wouldn't have sent a process server, he would have just asked. Now, I want to know what is going on.

Donna: Then ask Cass. I am as in the dark as you are, Michael. Where are you going?

Michael: I am going to ask Cass.

Donna: I don't believe he did this.

Stacey: Well, maybe it was the only way that he could get at the truth.

Donna: What truth? This is insanity.

Stacey: Is it? You were at Jake's loft that night. You shot Jake, didn't you?

Donna: Get out of my house, Stacey.

Stacey: Can you tell me that you didn't?

Donna: I won't tell you anything.

Stacey: All right, then let's make something clear. If the hair they have matches the hair from your blonde wig, I'm going to tell Michael everything I know, and I will.

Donna: You can't. We had a deal, Stacey.

Stacey: That deal became null and void when Jake was shot.

Donna: Stacey, you can't do that, you can't do that.

Stacey: I'm telling you, if you were in the loft that night, you talk to Cass, you tell him everything you know, because he is going to find out. And you will have no control over the situation. Do you understand what I am telling you?

Michael: I couldn't reach Cass.

Donna: Michael?

Michael: What?

Donna: I have something to tell you. You might be right. There maybe a very, very slight possibility that the hair the police found on Jake's clothing was mine.

Michael: What?

Donna: It's not my hair. I mean a hair, from the wig that I rented.

Michael: You went to see Jake wearing that wig?

Donna: No, of course I didn't. Visions used to rent costumes all the time, which is where I got my idea for the Halloween party in the first place. Because we'd been doing a period shoot once, and all the models were dressed like actresses from the thirties and forties. And I thought that it would --

Michael: You were thinking -- you thought what, Donna? Tell me, tell me, tell me what you thought.

Donna: Why are you looking at me like that? I didn't do anything, and I resent having to stand here and prove to my husband that I didn't.

Michael: Donna, I have to tell you that what you're telling me is so farfetched, it scares me.

Donna: And you're acting as though I shot Jake.

Michael: I am acting like this because you have been known to be less than honest with me from time to time. And you just got subpoenaed by our daughter's lawyer today. What do you expect?

Donna: I expect my husband to believe in me.

Stacey: I got to get going.

Michael: Stacey, you have Cass call me and tell me what the hell is going on.

Stacey: I will.

Michael: I want to be prepared for tomorrow.

Stacey: Believe me, Michael, that's what I want, too.

Donna: Michael, I need to know you believe in me.

Michael: I believe in you, Donna. If I didn't, we wouldn't have much of a marriage, would we?

Felicia: Good?

Jenna: Mm, great, thanks.

Felicia: You know, I'm really so glad that you were able to finally let go. You know, grieving is a long process, and it's much worse when you do it alone. Believe me, I know.

Jenna: I'm used to it.

Felicia: But, honey, don't you see? You don't have to be. I'm here. And I'll always be here.

Jenna: But why? I don't even know you.

Felicia: Well, we can certainly change that. You could come visit me on weekends, and maybe on your summer vacations. Jenna, I don't want to push you, I don't. But I want you to know that I'm not gonna just forget about you, either.

Well, how about dessert? You want me to go in the kitchen, and see what I can dazzle you with?

Jenna: Ok.

Felicia: Ok. I'll be right back.

Lucas: Hi.

Jenna: You're back?

Lucas: Yeah, have a nice lunch?

Jenna: Yeah. She wants to dazzle me with some dessert.

Lucas: Felicia is gonna miss you.

Jenna: I don't know why, I haven't exactly been a model house guest.

Lucas: Come on, Jenna, we know what you've been going through.

Jenna: I bet you're happy.

Lucas: About what?

Jenna: Me leaving.

Lucas: Jenna.

Jenna: I know you wanted to be with Felicia ever since I got here. And you haven't been, so you must be thrilled to see me go.

Lucas: That's not true.

Jenna: She'd let me stay if I wanted to. She's that guilty of something. But don't worry, I'm taking you off the hook.

Lucas: Jenna.

Jenna: Can you please tell Felicia that I went downstairs to pack?

Lucas: Jenna, wait.

Felicia: Jenna. Where is she going?

Lucas: To pack.

Felicia: And you didn't stop her?

Lucas: Of course I didn't.

Felicia: I can't believe you would just let her go like that.

Lucas: It's what she wants, Felicia.

Felicia: It's what she says she wants, Luke.

Lucas: And we have to honor that.

Felicia: Why? Why? Because this is getting a little inconvenient for you?

Lucas: Hey, wait a second.

Felicia: What?

Lucas: Come on, I was completely supportive of you with Jenna after Gloria died. I helped you bring her here. And I never questioned about your time with her taking away from our time alone. And now I'm the heavy?

Felicia: Oh, stop being so melodramatic.

Lucas: And stop trying to find someone to blame.

Felicia: Blame for what?

Lucas: That you can't get through to that kid. Listen, she's a stubborn, proud little girl, just like you were when you were her age. You're both very much alike. That's why she won't let you in.

Victor: I'm sorry I hassled you before, Mr. Cory.

Matt: Oh, no problem, I quite understand.

Dean: Mr. Cory.

Matt: My friend, he talks too much sometimes, but he's very talented.

Victor: Now look, I don't want to hear any complaints from the other tenants about you guys.

Matt: You won't.

Victor: Good. Good. It was a pleasure doing business with you, Mr. Cory.

Dean: It was a pleasure doing business with you, Mr. Cory.

Matt: It worked, didn't it?

Dean: It sure did. It sure did. I know I was smart when I picked you. I knew it.

Matt: Wait, who picked whom?

Dean: This is gonna be great. This place is gonna be great. All we need is some equipment.

Matt: Look at these ceilings.

Dean: Yeah, just equipment we need, stuff we need --

Matt: Ok, I'll take care of that.

Dean: No, no, no, no, no, you don't. No, you don't. I think that in honor of the acquisition of these very happening digs -- cha-cha -- that we celebrate. My treat, ok?

Matt: Ok. I'll bring my credit card.

Dean: No, no, no. I got a job. I could buy us some burgers. What do you think?

Matt: Listen, if -- if we want to go out tonight, we have to make it a threesome.

Dean: Threesome?

Matt: Yeah.

Dean: Hey, you holding out on me? Who is she, huh? Who is she?

Matt: Jenna.

Dean: The nun?

Matt: She's not a nun.

Dean: I'm sorry, I'm sorry -- nun in training. What, she gonna say the novena if the music gets too loud?

Matt: Felicia asked me to take her out. It's her last night, kind of a farewell thing. It's casual, come on.

Dean: Where are you gonna take her?

Matt: Tops.

Dean: Tops, huh? Well, I guess I could afford their chicken wings maybe.

Matt: I'll pay for dinner.

Dean: Oh, I thought you'd never ask. Thank you. Would it be ok if we took Lindsey, would that be all right?

Matt: Sure, no problem. You think you could put on a tie maybe?

Dean: A tie? Could I put it on my head?

Matt and Iris: Oh!

Iris: Matthew, what --

Matt: Iris.

Iris: What are you doing here?

Matt: Well, we just rented this space. Oh, Iris, this is Dean Frame. Dean, Iris Wheeler.

Dean: How are you doing? Nice to meet you.

Iris: How do you do? You're moving in here?

Matt: Well, not right now. But we do have a record label -- we're gonna start a record label.

Dean: We're late, we're late. It's really nice meeting you. You gotta help me pick out a tie, it's important.

Matt: I wanted to tell her about the record label.

Dean: Take it easy.

Matt: We're gonna start --

Victor: Mrs. Wheeler, right?

Iris: Yes, yes. We spoke on the phone, but obviously there has been a mistake. I wanted to retrieve some tapes that Jake McKinnon produced for our company, but there's absolutely nothing here.

Victor: That's because some lady with a court order showed up and hauled everything away.

Iris: Some lady, who?

Victor: I don't know. I didn't ask her name. But she had all the papers. I had no choice. Sorry.

Iris: Well, that's all right. It's odd, but... thanks -- thanks for your time.

Iris' voice: The stakes have gone up since we started.

Jake's voice: Don't you tell me about stakes. I've almost lost the woman I love over this.

Iris' voice: Look, Jake, I'm sorry. Those tapes were very helpful, but they're not worth triple the money.

Jake's voice: What are you talking about? It proves it's a scam, end of story.

Iris' voice: But not the end of Paulina.

Jake: I told you -- Paulina was a fake. I guess you two are sisters after all.

Iris: I don't believe you. And I'm gonna get you for it if I have to dance on your grave.

Jake: That is some threat.

Felicia: Honey, you have on the dress I gave you.

Lucas: You look very pretty.

Jenna: Thank you.

Felicia: You also look very happy.

Jenna: This isn't happy, this is nervous.

Felicia: Because of Matthew? Oh, don't be. Matthew is one of the easiest guys to be with.

Jenna: He is one of the nicest guys I've ever met.

Lucas: He's also here.

Felicia: Oh, he is here. Ok.

Matt: Hello.

Felicia: Hello.

Matt: Hey, you look great.

Felicia: Well, you look pretty sharp yourself.

Dean: And myself? Only took two hours to perfect, thank you.

Felicia: What are you doing here, Dean?

Dean: What, did I -- did I need an invitation or something?

Felicia: Based on what you pulled the last time, yes.

Dean: Oh, I'm sorry. I came with Matt, which I thought was cool, but which I guess isn't.

Felicia: Matthew.

Matt: Dean and I are business partners.

Felicia: What?

Matt: Why don't you two talk it over? Jenna, lets get our table.

Jenna: Ok.

Lucas: Well, I'll leave you two alone and you should leave those two alone.

Felicia: I care about Matthew, Dean.

Dean: So do I. Kid's got a lot of pull. Today, I saw him write a check for $6,000.

Felicia: If you do anything to him, I'm gonna break your neck. You understand me?

Dean: Felicia, why -- what is it? Why don't you like me, huh?

Felicia: I'm not too crazy about people who break into my home, and take over my music system in my restaurant.

Dean: Oh, yeah? Lady, let me tell you something, ok? In two months -- two or three months, you're gonna be begging me to dine here.

Felicia: Oh, am I, really?

Dean: Yeah, that's right. And I'm not so sure I'm gonna want to grace you with my presence at that time. You know why? Because you are such a meanie.

Felicia: Am I?

Dean: Yeah. And you're gonna be kicking yourself for not scooping me up before all the other talk shows. They're gonna be booking me left and right. And you're gonna be sorry. And don't say I didn't warn you. All right?

Lindsey: Hey.

Dean: Whoa, look at you. All right. Lady in red.

Matt: Hi.

Lindsey: Hey, I've got my father's limo downstairs, and I've got gold card passes to Hear no evil.

Dean: Hear no evil? Hear no evil? That's that new club in Chicago.

Lindsey: I say let's blow this popsicle stand and go dancing. Are you with us, Matt?

Taylor: So, John couldn't make it?

Sharlene: Oh, he's in the other room, politicking.

Taylor: Are you all right?

Sharlene: Yeah, don't I look all right?

Taylor: I just saw Grant Harrison. I was hoping it wasn't upsetting you.

Sharlene: No. I knew he was here, and it doesn't upset me at all. And here he comes. I think I'm gonna mingle.

Taylor: I have nothing to say to you.

Grant: Do you go everywhere alone? Oh, no, that's right -- you go anywhere John goes. That's right.

Taylor: Excuse me.

Grant: Looks pretty pathetic, Doc.

Sharlene: Well, I'm very glad to have met you, Roger, and I am sorry you're married. [Chuckles]

Roger: You are?

Sharlene: Yeah, because I have a friend that I would love for you to have met, but I guess it's too late.

Roger: I am flattered. By the way, I'd love to talk to your husband. He'd be a great interview for my magazine.

Sharlene: So I'll introduce you.

Roger: May I ask you a question?

Sharlene: Of course you can, Roger.

Roger: I need to get a present for my wife before I go back, and she would love those earrings you're wearing. Do you know where I could get them?

Sharlene: These, it's funny you ask that because these came from that little shop that's around it's -- you're staying in a hotel.

Roger: Right.

Sharlene: Well, have you got a business card or something I can write on the back of? I'll give you the directions.

Roger: That would be great.

Sharlene: It's not far from your hotel at all. It's if you -- as you are --

Roger: Go on.

Rachel: I'm sorry I have to go on ahead. You don't mind, do you?

Ken: No, not at all.

Rachel: It's just that Jamie wanted me to be early.

Ken: Rachel, honey, go. You look beautiful.

Rachel: Oh, thank you. Well, don't be long, ok?

Ken: I won't, I won't. I just want to talk to Paulina for a minute, anyway.

Rachel: Oh, good. She's so worried about testifying. You always make her feel better.

Ken: I'll see you in a while.

Rachel: All right. Well, don't be late because I don't want you to miss my famous son's speech.

Ken: I won't.

Rachel: I love you.

Ken: I love you, too.

Paulina: Rachel said you want to see me.

Ken: That was quite a little scene before, wasn't it?

Paulina: What're you talking about?

Ken: Rachel telling you how much she trusts me. How happy she is that we're both in her life.

Paulina: She meant it.

Ken: Yes, I know she did. I don't know about you, but it made me feel like garbage.

Paulina: Look, I don't like lying to Rachel any more than you do. I don't see what choice we have.

Ken: Only one, in my book.

Paulina: I don't like that look in your eye.

Ken: I won't marry Rachel with this lie between us. I'm going to tell her the truth. Tonight.

Dean: Well, I don't even need to eat. I mean, how do you guys feel? What do you think?

Jenna: Well, where is this place?

Dean: Chicago. Chicago. How did you -- how did you snag those tickets, honey? I'm very impressed. How did you swing it?

Lindsey: Daddy.

Dean: Daddy. Well, I say we dedicate the whole evening to all our mommies and daddies. What do you say? [Clears throat] Yeah, well, um -- well, what are we waiting for, huh? Christmas?

Lindsey: I hope you kiddies don't have a curfew. This place doesn't start hopping till about 3:00 or 4:00 in the morning.

Jenna: In the morning?

Lindsey: Yeah, you have a problem with that?

Matt: No, no problem. Listen, you two go off. Have a great time. Jenna and I are going to have a civilized evening right here.

Jenna: Oh, no. No.

Matt: Jenna, I can stay with you here, no problem.

Jenna: No way, please, go ahead. I want you to go and have a good time. I've got to get up early anyway. I have to pack.

Matt: Ok, I'll help you pack.

Dean: Hey, these guys know how to have fun, huh?

Jenna: Matt, I really appreciate you wanting to help and everything, but I just really would rather be alone tonight. I hope you understand.

Matt: Sure. Are you sure?

Jenna: Positive, really. Go on.

Lindsey: Let's go.

Matt: I feel terrible now.

Jenna: Don't, it is so sweet of you to come by and say goodbye to me.

Matt: All right, listen. Visit Felicia as soon as possible and I'll be able to see you.

Jenna: We'll see.

Matt: Now you're sure?

Jenna: Positive, please go.

Matt: Ok. Bye, bye.

Jenna: Bye, Matt.

Matt: Uh, Dean?

Dean: Just a sec, I'll be there in a second. Go ahead. I -- I have a little piece of advice for you. Do you want to hear it? I see what you're doing, you know? I used to do it, too.

Jenna: What do you mean?

Dean: You're running away. Just take it from somebody who's been there, you know? It's a lousy way to go. If you want to run, if you have to run, just sort of run towards life. I -- well, I hope things get better for you.

Jenna: You don't know anything about me.

Dean: You're right. That's right. Lucky me.

Sharlene: May I have a club soda with lime, please? Hi.

Taylor: I have to talk to you.

Sharlene: Wait, what are you doing?

Taylor: I was about to ask you the same thing.

Sharlene: Why, what are you talking about?

Taylor: Sharlene, you were coming on to Roger Frank.

Sharlene: That's ridiculous. I was just --

Taylor: He's an old friend. I tried to explain to him about you.

Sharlene: You tried to explain what?

Taylor: You don't remember what you said?

Sharlene: Yes, I do remember. I was giving him the address of a department store.

Taylor: Sharlene, you gave a married man your phone number.

Paulina: Are we gonna go through this every few weeks?

Ken: I am marrying that woman and I can't do it if this lie is in the way.

Paulina: We'll both lose everything.

Ken: I tried to play it your way, Paulina, and I can't. I have to tell Rachel the truth.

Paulina: It'll be the end of me, Ken. When they put me on the witness stand tomorrow, they are going to prove that I -- that I saw Jake the day he was shot.

Ken: What?

Paulina: I lied. I've been lying about that all along.

Do you want to know what really happened?

Iris: This is all your fault, Jake. If you'd only played it straight, you hadn't been so damn greedy, I would have paid you, you fool. All I needed was some information about Paulina. None of this would've happened. Such a waste. Such a terrible, terrible waste.

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