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Another World Transcript Monday 1/8/07

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Taylor's voice: It appears Sharly's back. There's no other explanation. As soon as you tell John, we can begin therapy. I know your case so well, and given the circumstances, I don't think we want to lose any time. Sharlene, isn't there something you should tell John? Isn't there something you should tell John?

John: Are you, uh, planning on having company for breakfast?

Sharlene: What?

John: That's an awful lot of eggs, especially since I'm having surgery and you're going to have to eat them by yourself.

Sharlene: Oh, John, you're right.

John: Sharlene, is something wrong?

Sharlene: Yes.

Cass: Is that freshly ground coffee I smell?

Frankie: Uh, yeah, probably be done in two minutes.

Cass: Two minutes, huh?

Frankie: Yeah.

Cass: Want to play "beat the coffee?"

Frankie: Oh, you're in a good mood.

Cass: That's because you look sensational.

Frankie: Oh.

Cass: That's because you are sensational.

Frankie: Oh, well, thank you.

Cass: It's also because I don't have to go to that courtroom and sweat out the verdict on Marley. The case would have gone to the jury today.

Frankie: I cannot believe Donna confessed.

Cass: Every time we brought her up, I said, "no, it couldn't be."

Frankie: Yeah, me, too.

Cass: Oh, I keep thinking about Michael and what he must be going through right now, knowing that his wife lied to him like that.

Frankie: Coffee must be ready by now.

Cass: Must be tearing him up inside, you know?

Frankie: Do you need some toast or a muffin or something?

Cass: No, just the coffee, thanks. What did you do with those -- that chancellor contract that I asked you to bring back from the office the other day?

Frankie: What?

Cass: Never mind.

Frankie: I have these really wonderful cinnamon rolls if you change your mind.

Cass: Why are you carrying this around?

Joe: Time to pack up, Kathleen.

Kathleen: Now?

Joe: Well, you know who did it, it's over.

Kathleen: Over.

Joe: It's time to go home.

Stacey: This is serious.

Donna: I wonder how they make everything look so grim.

Stacey: I need some answers, Donna.

Donna: At least it matches the decor.

Stacey: Look, I'm just trying to help.

Donna: Are you?

Stacey: But I can't do that unless you help me. I need to know exactly what happened that night and before the D.A. questions you.

Donna: What difference does it make, Stacey? What difference does anything make anymore?

Stacey: Because I think I can get you out on bail, but you have to help me out here. Tell me exactly what happened the night that Jake was shot, and also why it took you so long to come forward.

Michael: Go ahead, Donna, answer her. I, for one, would really like to know the answers.

Frankie: I've been screening the security tapes from the hospital.

Cass: Yeah, right.

Frankie: And there might actually be something fairly important on that one.

Cass: Oh, well, let's take a look at it then. Although it's moot, isn't it? I mean, Donna has confessed, and Marley will be acquitted, right?

Frankie: Right. I can bring this back to the hospital and forget all about it.

Cass: I gotta hand it to you, Frankie, you're the one who kept bringing Donna up. Super sleuth strikes again.

Frankie: Yeah, and I really wish I had been wrong.

Cass: I just couldn't believe that Donna would shoot someone and let her own daughter go to trial for it. Then again, I never would have guessed that she'd have an affair with Jake.

Frankie: Oh, me neither.

Cass: Once she started with the lies, I guess she couldn't let up, could she?

Frankie: I thought you said she used to be pretty good at that sort of thing.

Cass: Oh, she was a real pro. But I thought Michael had straightened her out, turned her into a real model citizen, or so we thought. I'm just so sorry for all of them.

Frankie: Cass, we have to talk.

Cass: About what, honey?

Frankie: There's something going on, uh, with Jake -- something about Jake that you have to know about, uh --

[Doorbell rings]

I'll get it.

Rachel: Hi, Frankie.

Frankie: Hi.

Rachel: I'm sorry to bother you, but I -- I have to talk to Cass.

Cass: Rachel, what is it?

Rachel: I need to talk to you about Paulina.

Marsha: [Laughs] Look at her, just look at her now.

Rachel: You warned me, Marsha. You said raising her was hell.

Marsha: You should have listened. I'm the one who knows the little tramp.

Rachel: You told me over and over again.

Marsha: But you fell for her lies.

Rachel: How could I be such a fool?

[Rachel and Marsha laugh]

Marsha: Where's your limo and your fancy clothes now, Paulina?

Young Paulina: Please, please, don't be mad at me.

Marsha: Mad? I ought to wring your little neck.

Rachel: You naughty child.

Marsha: This coat doesn't belong to you.

Young Paulina: It's mine!

Marsha: Don't talk back to me.

Young Paulina: Mine!

Rachel: She's lying.

Marsha: You stole it.

Rachel: Of course she did. She stole it from me.

Marsha: And that hat, and that necklace, and that doll -- you stole them all, you little thief.

Young Paulina: No, no!

Marsha: Give them back, do you hear me?

Rachel: Give them back!

Marsha: Give them back!

Young Paulina: No!

Rachel: Give them back!

Young Paulina: No!

Marsha: Give them back!

Young Paulina: No!

Marsha: Give them back!

Young Paulina: No! No, no!

Marsha: They're all gone.

Rachel: You don't deserve nice things.

Marsha: They're all gone.

Rachel: You don't deserve nice things.

Marsha: They're all gone.

Rachel: You don't deserve nice things.

Marsha: They're all gone.

Rachel: You don't deserve nice things.

Paulina: No, don't take it away from -- no. Don't!

Grant: Paulina. Paulina, it's ok. It's ok. It's only a dream. Nobody's going to take anything away from you. It's only a dream.

Michael: Thank you.

Guard: Are you staying, Ms. Winthrop?

Stacey: It's up to you, Michael. I know you're angry at me.

Michael: Stay, Stacey.

Stacey: I figured you two might want to talk in private also.

Michael: Guard, Ms. Winthrop will be staying. I'll let you know when we're ready to go.

Kind of poetic justice -- the three of us locked together in a jail cell. Ever read "No Exit," Jean-Paul Sartre?

Stacey: Mm-hmm, but I'm not much of an existentialist.

Michael: Well, I never was, either. But starting off in the stables, you, trying to do anything you can to better your life to win the woman that you love. I hadn't thought of that book in years. Not until today. Not until I started living it. But, uh, don't let me interrupt. You were asking Donna some questions for her defense, I assume?

Stacey: Mm-hmm.

Michael: Well, fire away. I'm sure, uh, I would like to know the answers to your questions, too.

Donna: Michael, could we talk alone, please?

Michael: No, I don't have anything personal to talk to you about. Go ahead.

Stacey: Ok, uh, why don't we go back over what you testified to at the trial?

Donna: Whatever you say.

Stacey: Ok, you got involved with Jake because you thought that Michael had left you for another woman, is that correct?

Donna: Yes. I was alone and didn't know why. Victoria had run off with Steven, and Jake had offered to help me find her. I didn't have anybody else.

Stacey: So you two went to Lassiter?

Donna: Yes.

Stacey: Did you sleep with him there?

Donna: No, I didn't. I told you it was not an affair. It was one night. Do you remember that night, Michael? The night of the gala, and I came to you at the gallery? And I begged you to come with me, just to talk to me, and you refused. And then I saw that woman. I was devastated, Michael. One word from you -- just one word would have made me understand everything that you were doing. But I never got that word. You wouldn't trust me with the truth. So I went home, and I signed the divorce papers.

Stacey: Jake was there?

Donna: Yes. We were supposed to go to the gala that night and I didn't feel up to it.

Stacey: So you went up to bed, and --

Donna: He heard me crying and he came in.

Michael: He came into our bed.

Stacey: Donna, did he try to force himself on you in any way?

Donna: No. He made love to me, and I let him because I needed somebody.

Sharlene: I don't want you going into that hospital with anything on your mind, John.

John: Sharlene --

Sharlene: I want you to have confidence that I can handle everything.

John: Are you sure that's all it is.

Sharlene: Yes, I'm sure. Are you worried about the surgery?

John: Actually, I'm more worried about you.

Sharlene: Why?

John: Because you're in your ninth month, and I'm about to go into the hospital for surgery. The baby is due in a week. What happens if you go into labor early? What happens if you have --

Sharlene: I'm not going to go into labor while you're in the hospital -- I promise. How's that?

John: You promise.

Sharlene: That's right.

John: Ok, well, now I'm completely reassured.

Sharlene: I'm only about 25% effaced. I'm not dilated at all.

John: Sharlene, this is a second baby. Things can change very quickly.

Sharlene: Look, I've had a long talk with this little baby, and it has politely agreed not to make an appearance until its Daddy's back home and on his two feet again.

John: Oh, really?

Sharlene: Yeah, do you think I'd make that up?

John: Well, what a kid.

Sharlene: Yes, he is a very considerate and sensitive child.

John: Oh, he is, is he? So, now it's a "he," is that it?

Sharlene: I've had two dreams that he's a "he."

John: Yeah, well, I remember you telling me about the first one, but --

Sharlene: I had another one last night.

John: Oh, yeah? Well, what was he doing?

Sharlene: He was not doing very much because I'd just given birth -- and by the way, it went very well.

John: Did you get a chance to use any of that Lamaze breathing training that we went through?

Sharlene: No, I didn't even think about it.

John: I told you that was a waste of time.

Sharlene: So anyway, the baby's born, and I look across the room at you and you are sitting there with this silly grin on your face, and you hand me this little miniature version of you -- full beard and all. It just looked exactly like you.

John: What a lucky kid.


Sharlene: And another thing, what would you think about John Jr.?

John: No, no, no juniors.

Sharlene: You would like it, John.

John: No, please, no juniors. Then you have to deal with that big John/little John issue.

Sharlene: All right, so we could just call him Jack.

John: Jack? Jack is not a baby's name, Sharlene.

Sharlene: There is nothing wrong with --

John: Jack is not a good -- no, Jack is a name for a comedian, not a baby, really.

Sharlene: So you're not even going to think about this.

John: No, I thought Gregory -- we had settled on Gregory. Gregory's a good name.

Sharlene: Yes, I guess.

John: It is. Gregory's a good, solid name.

Sharlene: I do love Gregory.

John: Gregory's a name that will, you know, will grow with the boy. Don't you think?

Sharlene: I do.

Taylor: Oh, sorry, the door was open. John, why aren't you -- why aren't you at the hospital?

John: Well, I'll get there eventually.

Taylor: Yeah, but you're late. You were supposed to be there for blood work and your pre-op work-up.

John: How did you know?

Taylor: Some resident, he stopped me in the hall. You just forgot?

John: Well, Taylor, something you have to know is that this woman here can make me forget just about anything.

Rachel: Thank you, Frankie. That's fine.

Frankie: You're welcome. Uh, I have some work I have to do upstairs, so I will leave you guys down here to talk alone.

Cass: Wait a minute, Frankie.

Frankie: Hmm?

Cass: I thought you wanted to tell me something about the trial, the case.

Frankie: Uh, it -- it can wait, ok? See you in a bit.

Cass: Ok.

Cass: I'm sorry about having to work Paulina over like that in court. Are you still talking to me?

Rachel: Of course I am. You were just doing your job.

Cass: So what can I do for you?

Rachel: Have you, uh, spoken to any of my children lately?

Cass: Well, I've seen Amanda and Jamie at the trial, but I haven't really talked to them, no.

Rachel: Ken and I have broken up.

Cass: I'm sorry.

Rachel: It's a lot more complicated than anyone realizes.

Cass: What happened? You two seemed so happy.

Rachel: Yes, I thought we were, but Ken has lied to me about everything.

Ken: Well...

Rachel: So tell me about this dive. Is it gonna be dangerous?

Ken: Well, danger is a relative term. Wouldn't be fun without a little danger.

Rachel: To a little danger.

Ken: A little danger.

Ken: But you were right.

Rachel: Hmm?

Ken: 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.

Go ahead, open it.

Rachel: Oh, Ken, it's beautiful.

Iris: My, my, such violence.

Ken: Don't start with me, Iris.

Iris: Oh, I wouldn't think of it. Well, then again -- no, no, I hate temper tantrums.

Ken: I'm serious. This is a very dangerous time to come out here and gloat.

Iris: I didn't come to gloat, Ken. Do we have a deal?

John: I think I'll go and get a few things together. They're gonna start to get annoyed with me at the hospital if I don't get over there soon. Why don't you join Sharlene for breakfast, Taylor?

Taylor: Sharlene, you have got to be more careful.

Sharlene: Why? What did I do?

Taylor: You saw John's reaction. You made him afraid to leave you, Sharlene.

Sharlene: I made him afraid?

Taylor: He's worried about you. He senses that something -- that your problems, they're getting more and more serious all the time. Now, don't you think it's time for you to step forward and admit that Sharly's returning?

Sharlene: Taylor, please. Keep your voice down.

Taylor: It would be a lot more constructive than you making him feel guilty about his every move.

Sharlene: No.

Taylor: No, no, what?

Sharlene: Taylor -- Taylor, Sharly is not coming back.

Taylor: I thought we were making progress, Sharlene.

Sharlene: Look, I am not gonna bother John. I won't allow him to worry about something that I won't allow to happen.

Taylor: This is avoidance.

Sharlene: No -- no, Taylor. I've been thinking about this all night. Now, I realize that I used to think that I didn't deserve John, that I didn't deserve Josie or anything that was precious to me for that matter, but I realize now that that wasn't true. I make John happy. I deserve to have a healthy baby, a happy family, and I'm gonna fight like hell to make sure that happens. You taught me that. This time Sharly can't win.

Grant: Feel better?

Paulina: Mm, much.

Grant: Here. Here you go.

Paulina: Oh, God. How am I ever going to go back to toast and coffee?

Grant: Stick with me, kid. It'll be strawberries and crème fraiche from now on.

Paulina: Ooh, sounds very tempting.

Grant: So are you.

Paulina: I need another strawberry.

Grant: Why don't you tell me about your dream first.

Paulina: My dream?

Grant: Mm-hmm.

Paulina: Oh, it was boring.

Grant: But who was, uh, trying to take something away from you?

Paulina: It was nothing -- nobody. It was a stupid dream, Grant. Reality is much more interesting.

These are so good.

Grant: I can't believe you.

Paulina: What?

Grant: You're eating like a starved orphan.

Paulina: Why did you say that?

Grant: Well, I didn't mean anything by it. I mean, I'm just amazed at your -- at your appetite for everything.

Paulina: Well, you've got a pretty big appetite yourself.

Grant: [Laughs] Is that what makes us so compatible?

Paulina: Compatible, is that what we're calling it these days?

Grant: You know what?

Paulina: What?

Grant: I've got a great idea.

Paulina: I hope it's one of your better ones.

Grant: Yeah, it is. You know how crazy I am about you, hmm? Why don't you come away with me?

Paulina: Where to?

Grant: I gotta go to Washington for a few days, just a quick trip, and I want you with me.

Paulina: Now, this is the kind of dream I like.

Grant: Does that mean yes?

Paulina: Yes.

Grant: And we'll -- we'll leave in a couple of hours, ok?

Paulina: Ok, I'll be ready.

Grant: All right, sweetheart. Listen, I'll go and make all the arrangements. You stay here, and I'll be right back. And you finish up all those little strawberries, ok?

Paulina: Ok. Hello, this is Paulina Cory. I'm calling to see if there are any messages for me.

Man's voice: Now, hold on a second. Uh, here we go. Some Cory dame's been calling you.

Paulina: I beg your pardon?

Man's voice: Says she's planning to come over after lunch.

Paulina: Rachel. Oh, my --

Cass: Then Ken didn't meet Paulina here in Bay City.

Rachel: No, he sent her here. He found her in Chicago. He told her who her parents were. He said that she was going to come into a lot of money.

Cass: So he engineered the whole thing.

Rachel: He manipulated everybody -- and, you know, I sensed it. And like a fool, I let him go ahead with it.

Cass: I'm so sorry, Rachel.

Rachel: I kept thinking he had some good reason. You know what his original plan was? It was to get Mac's money. At least that didn't happen.

Cass: Then Paulina's here because of Ken.

Rachel: Yep.

Cass: I had my suspicions.

Rachel: I know you did, and I squelched them. But I need you to be real frank with me right now.

Cass: About what?

Rachel: Obviously, I'm having serious second thoughts about accepting Paulina into our family.

Cass: How serious?

Rachel: What would the legal ramifications be if I were to change my mind?

Cass: Well, if Paulina's claim to being Mac's daughter is fraudulent, you could probably sue her. And any child can be disinherited at any time.

Rachel: The trust fund?

Cass: It could be frozen or dissolved whenever you want.

Rachel: I see.

Cass: Is that what you think, that Paulina's a fraud?

Rachel: I don't know what to think. Ken says she isn't, but obviously, I can't believe anything he tells me.

Cass: You couldn't come up with any kind of real proof?

Rachel: I gave up finding conclusive evidence. She came to us. She was so needy. She'd had a rotten life. I thought we could help her. I thought that was the right thing to do. And she had this letter from her mother, which turns out to be something that Ken manufactured. He says she's legitimate, but he has no proof. It's all circumstantial.

Cass: I'm afraid circumstantial is about the best you're gonna get here. It sure would be different if Mac were alive.

Rachel: Everything would be different.

Cass: Tell me about it.

Rachel: Mac put this on my shoulders. He changed his will all based on what Ken told him. You know, it's a real mess.

Cass: You could press charges, you know.

Rachel: I know I could. I can't do that. I couldn't survive that kind of publicity. I just need to know what to do about Paulina.

Cass: If you feel that somebody's been playing you for a fool --

Rachel: I don't know that, Cass. If I could just know that for sure, one way or the other.

Cass: There is something you should think about.

Rachel: What?

Cass: Think about why Mac left this decision for you to make. He trusted your good judgment, Rachel, your heart.

Rachel: Yeah, well, you know, that's a problem, because, uh, he may have trusted my judgment, but I don't -- not anymore.

Stacey: Let's go over what happened after you and Jake were together.

Donna: Michael came home. He told me that he had been working undercover and that he had almost gotten himself killed. I didn't know what to do. I didn't know what to think. He lied to protect me. And so I thought in order to protect our marriage, that I had to lie to protect him, and that's what I did.

Michael: And you did a hell of a job.

Donna: I knew I made a dreadful mistake with Jake, and I thought that I could get rid of him and just forget that everything happened.

Stacey: But it didn't. It didn't just go away, did it?

Donna: No, he kept showing up. Even after I left Visions, he always would just turn up, and I could feel him looking at me and laughing at me.

Stacey: Do you think it got worse when Marley came back to Bay City?

Donna: Yes, I got much more frightened because she was determined to reconcile with him. And I had to protect her from him, and I tried to do everything I could to stop it.

Michael: You tried everything but the truth, Donna, everything but the truth!

Donna: Michael, I didn't want to lose you or Marley. Is that so hard to understand?

Michael: You still don't get it, do you?

Donna: I hoped -- I thought that Marley would come to her senses. And when Jamie came into the picture, I was sure that would happen. But it didn't, because Jake made her feel sorry for him and they set a wedding date.

Michael: Then Marley had second thoughts.

Donna: Yes, when it was almost too late. And the worst thing that happened was that Jake sensed it. And he came to me and he threatened me that if Marley broke it off with him, that he would tell everything. And I was terrified of what it would do to our family. And I had to stop him, and so I went to him to try to appeal to him and he wouldn't listen to me. I was just trying to do the right thing.

Michael: The right thing? Donna, you shot him. Shooting a man, that's the right thing?

Ken: I haven't got time for this, Iris.

Iris: Yeah, I can see how busy you are.

Ken: And I can see how happy you are that Rachel's been hurt.

Iris: That makes me almost sorry I bothered to come here.

Ken: That makes two of us.

Iris: Ken, you've had time to think about the proposal. We could help each other. You get Paulina out, and I'll help you get Rachel back.

Ken: Don't trip over anything on your way out, Iris. Your kind of help is dangerous. Get out.

Iris: That's a pity, because I don't think Rachel will ever trust a man again as long as she lives.

Ken: You actually think you can come out here and talk to me like this and expect me to cooperate about anything?

Iris: I'm telling you the truth, just like I told Rachel the truth about you. She trusts me. At least be honest with her about Paulina.

Ken: I told Rachel about Paulina.

Iris: Not everything.

Ken: Yes, everything.

Iris: Why are you protecting her? She is not a Cory.

Ken: I also told you that Paulina is Mac's child as far as I know, and I meant it.

Iris: You pulled that out of a hat.

Ken: I worked very hard to find her.

Iris: Please, please, don't let Rachel go on being deceived for the rest of her life.

Say good night, Gracie.

You've got nothing to gain by remaining silent.

Ken: I've got a lot to gain by your leaving.

Iris: Do you think Rachel is just going to come around here someday and forgive you? You're sadly mistaken.

Ken: What I think is none of your business.

Iris: It will never happen -- never.

Ken: You may believe it or not, I don't really give a damn, but I honestly believe Paulina is Mac's child. And what happens from now on is between her and Rachel.

Grant: Ok, the arrangements for the trip are all made.

Paulina: Oh, I can't go, Grant.

Grant: You what?

Paulina: Something's come up. I'm sorry.

Grant: I don't understand. I mean, I wanted to show you around. There's a party that I wanted to take you to.

Paulina: Rachel needs me, Grant. I'm sorry.

Grant: Rachel?

Paulina: Yeah, well, you're gonna find out sooner or later, so I may as well tell you. She, uh, she split up with Ken.

Grant: Well, so what does that have to do with you?

Paulina: So, she needs me. I have to be with her, Grant. I have to go. I'm sorry.

Cass: But as far as legal advice is concerned, I'm afraid I can't offer you much. I do think it's unrealistic to expect that we'll ever actually find proof of parentage.

Rachel: Yes, I expect you're right.

Cass: I do have some personal advice for you, though.

Rachel: What?

Cass: I don't think you should make any important decisions in your life right now. The pain of losing someone you love can make you do things you'll regret later.

Rachel: Sounds like experience talking.

Cass: Well, I got involved with Nicole before I was through grieving for Kathleen.

Rachel: Yeah, I remember.

Cass: But I do understand your need to make a decision about Paulina.

Rachel: I took her into our family with what I thought were the best motives, and now I feel like a fool.

Cass: Rachel, you've never been a fool.

Rachel: Thanks for that. Thank you for listening and for being a friend and for your advice and all of that. Tell, uh, tell Frankie I have to get to the office, ok?

Cass: I sure will.

Frankie: Oh.

Rachel: There you are.

Frankie: Leaving already, Rachel?

Rachel: Yeah, I have to get to the office, Frankie.

Cass: You know, actually, so am I.

Frankie: Where are you going?

Cass: To the, uh, to my office, too.

Frankie: Oh, ok.

Cass: No, I have some pages that I need to drop off to file with the Judge. I'll be back soon.

Frankie: Ok.

Cass: Bye.

Frankie: See you later.

Rachel: We'll see you. Thanks a lot, honey.

Frankie: You take care, ok?

Rachel: Bye-bye.

Frankie: Where are you Kathleen, and what do you want?

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