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Another World Transcript Friday 1/12/07

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Cass: Hello.

Clerk: Good morning, sir. And it is a good morning, isn't it?

Cass: No, I don't think so.

Clerk: Did something disturb you, sir?

Cass: Yes, my wife is gone. Did you see her leave?

Clerk: Your wife's gone? I'm not sure I know what you mean.

Cass: Well, what do you think "gone" means? She's -- she's out of our room, she's left. Did you see her?

Clerk: Let me see. Your name is?

Cass: Winthrop, Cass Winthrop.

Clerk: Yes, and what does Mrs. Winthrop look like?

Cass: Oh, she's a redhead, she's about this tall, very beautiful, her hair's --

Clerk: Oh, yes, yes, yes, of course, I remember now. No, I haven't seen her.

Cass: Are you certain?

Clerk: Sir, I have a bit of a thing for redheads myself. No, she has not left the hotel.

Cass: How many exits are there here?

Clerk: Well, just this one and the service exits and the fire doors. She must be still in the hotel.

Cass: Yes, but where?

Woman: I couldn't help overhearing. Is this part of the mystery weekend? But I saw your wife.

Cass: When?

Woman: Not this morning, but late last night, around 11.

Cass: Where?

Woman: At the door to Mrs. Collins' room.

Cass: But that's not possible. At 11:00 last night, my wife and I were asleep in our room.

Woman: Oh, you may have been, but your wife definitely wasn't.

Sharlene's voice: I love you, John.

John's voice: I love you.

John: Sharlene?

Matt: Jenna, you're up early.

Jenna: Oh, yeah, I've been up for hours.

Matt: Hmm.

Jenna: This is about the fourth outfit I've put on.

Matt: Well, you look great.

Jenna: Really?

Matt: Don't you know?

Jenna: Well, I mean, I know this outfit is kind of boring. But the stuff Felicia got me, I -- I don't feel comfortable in it, you know? It's really beautiful, but I -- I don't feel comfortable.

Matt: Hmm.

Jenna: Do you think this will be ok?

Matt: Don't worry, don't worry. Come here.

Jenna: Oh.

Matt: Just relax, ok?

Jenna: I know, it's just that, well, it's my first day of school, and -- oh, never mind. I mean, I shouldn't be asking you. I hate when I leave people to make decisions for me, and I hate when I'm a nervous wreck. Am I acting like I'm nervous?

Matt: Yeah, yeah, actually, a little.

Jenna: Oh, no.

Matt: It's -- you know, you seem a little wound-up.

Jenna: It's that obvious?

Matt: Only to me. I happen to be very observant and astute.

Jenna: Oh, boy.

Matt: Don't worry, you're going to be fine.

Jenna: Are you sure?

Matt: Come on, I mean, it's your first day of school in Bay City. It's going to be a lot different from convent school, right?

Jenna: Right.

Matt: So, if you weren't nervous, you would be a zombie or something.

Jenna: Matt --

Matt: Come on, you're going to be fine. Not because you look great, which you do, but because you have a great personality. I know, I'm an authority on great personalities.

Jenna: You're just saying that to be nice.

Matt: No, sit down. I'm being honest. In this case, honest is also nice.

Jenna: So, you really think I'll fit in?

Matt: Sure, why wouldn't you?

Jenna: I don't know. I mean, the sacred heart, it's just so different there.

Matt: Mm.

Jenna: There I wore a uniform, and it was all girls.

Matt: Well, you know, I -- I went through that change, too, also in high school.

Jenna: You did?

Matt: Yeah, not that I was ever lucky enough to go to an all-girls school. They wouldn't take me.

[Jenna laughs]

Matt: But I went to a prep school, and then I finished my last semester here in Bay City.

Jenna: So, everything worked out?

Matt: It took a little while to get used to. But once I made friends, got into the routine, it was great. And it will be for you, too, ok?

Jenna: I hope so.

Matt: Yeah, I mean, all you need is something to bring you good luck. I think the perfect charm for you would be me. I could hang around you 24 hours a day.

Jenna: Oh, no.

Matt: That could be a little embarrassing, wouldn't it? Ok, let's see, something to bring you good luck. Something, a little token, any luck. Aha, my watch.

Jenna: Oh, no, I couldn't take your watch.

Matt: Sure you could. Listen, this is not my dressy watch. It's just one of my many, many daytime casual watches. I've got hundreds of them. And I want you to have it.

Jenna: This is really sweet, Matt.

Matt: Listen, when your day seems unbearable, you take a look at that, and you can see how much time you have left.

Rachel: Ah, you all set, Jenna?

Jenna: Good morning.

Rachel: Good morning.

Matt: Good morning.

Jenna: I've been up for hours.

Rachel: I bet.

Matt: Ah, she's very nervous.

Rachel: Ah.

Matt: But I, of course, have been an incredibly calming influence.

Rachel: Have you?

Jenna: He has been. You all have been, actually. Just staying here has made it so much easier.

Rachel: Well, good. Well, we've loved having you. It's been easier for us, too.

[Doorbell chiming]

Matt: So, I think we should -- oh, let me check.

[Doorbell continues chiming]

Paulina: I got your message. You wanted to see me?

Rachel: Come in.

Paulina: I take it it's important.

Rachel: I -- I think it's time that we discussed your future.

Clerk: This room is empty.

Cass: Just knock on the door, please.

Clerk: Mrs. Collins checked out last night.

Cass: All right, I'll knock. You get out your passkey.

Clerk: Well, I don't --

[Knocking on door]

Frankie: Oh.

Cass: Somebody did not check out. Give me your key, please.

Clerk: No, no, no, I'll do it.

Cass: Oh, God. Frankie?

Clerk: What's she doing in here?

Cass: Frankie, come on, Frankie, talk to me. Hey, Frankie?

Frankie: Cass?

Cass: Ooh.

Frankie: Oh.

Cass: I'm right here, baby, I'm right here.

Frankie: What happen -- oh.

Cass: No, don't try to move, ok?

Clerk: I'll get a doctor.

Frankie: No, no, no doctor.

Cass: Look, I know you're not crazy about them, but maybe --

Frankie: No, I -- no, I'm fine. Really, I'm --

Clerk: Are you sure I can't get a doctor?

Frankie: I just have a headache. Give me a minute, ok?

Cass: Honey, what happened?

Frankie: I'm not sure.

Cass: Well, how did you get here? I woke up this morning and you were gone.

Frankie: I can't think.

Cass: Have you been here all night?

Frankie: I must have come here for some reason, right?

Cass: Yeah, but why, Frankie? Frankie, you've been acting strangely ever since I got here.

Did you hear me?

Frankie: No, what?

Cass: I want answers, Frankie. What's going on?

John: Hey.

Dr. Garvey: Well, you're certainly more alert than I anticipated.

Ronnie: Me, too, but then, this isn't any ordinary patient.

John: Well, what's the prognosis?

Dr. Garvey: I'm very optimistic, John. The arthroplasty removed the shrapnel and repaired the damage.

John: Am I going to be able to walk without my cane?

Dr. Garvey: I can't guarantee that, John. You knew that.

John: Any nerve damage?

Dr. Garvey: Now, don't go putting words into my mouth. As far as I'm concerned, the surgery was a total success.

John: Great. When do I start therapy?

Dr. Garvey: Complete bed rest for two days. Then, we'll talk about it.

John: Let's make it one day.

Dr. Garvey: I'll tell you what. I'll look at it after the drain comes out tonight. Until then, no negotiating.

John: Fair enough. Ronnie, were you able to find Sharlene?

Ronnie: I'm sorry, John, I still haven't seen or talked to her yet.

John: You haven't seen her since yesterday?

Ronnie: I called your house. There was no answer.

John: Something's wrong. I think something's happened --

Dr. Garvey: What are you doing?

Ronnie: John, wait.

John: No, I've got to find her.

Dr. Garvey: You're not getting out of this bed, that's an order.

John: Dr. Garvey, you're talking about my wife.

Taylor: John, I may know something.

John: What, Taylor? Taylor, what do you know?

Taylor: Dr. Garvey, can I talk to John alone, please?

Dr. Garvey: Provided he doesn't get out of that bed.

John: What is it, Taylor?

Taylor: John --

John: Have you seen her?

Taylor: John, I can't keep the truth from you any longer.

Sharlene: [Groans repeatedly] Oh, please move. Please move. Oh, thank God. Oh, thank God. [Weeping] Oh, my baby. Oh, God. Somebody, help me, please. Somebody help me. [Continues weeping] Ok, we're going to be fine. Mama's going to get us out of here. We're going to be fine. We'll get out of here. Don't you worry. Don't you worry.

John: Taylor, what are you talking about?

Taylor: It's what we feared most might -- might happen. It could be a one-time thing.

John: Sharly?

Taylor: It seems she's reemerged. I'm sorry, John.

John: How do you know?

Taylor: Because I've spent a lot of time with her these past few weeks.

John: Have you seen Sharly?

Taylor: No.

John: Then how do you know?

Taylor: John, isn't her -- isn't that her pattern? To keep Sharlene away from you just when you need her the most?

John: Oh, no, I don't believe this. No, she wouldn't let this happen again.

Taylor: John, John, I begged her to talk to you about what was happening. I begged her to come back to therapy, but it was no use. She claims she was worried about Marley and the trial. She was worried about your surgery --

John: No, look at -- there has to be another reason. I was able to tell when Sharly was coming. There were signs, and since Sharlene has come back, I haven't seen one of them.

Taylor: It's possible Sharly was waiting to emerge until after your surgery, when you were out of commission.

John: Why would Sharlene come back if Sharly was still out there?

Taylor: I don't know. There's no rationale for something like this.

John: Look, I'm not going to debate this with you. I've got to get out of here.

Taylor: John, John, you can't get out of this bed, you heard Garvey.

John: Oh, a bat out of hell --

Taylor: John, please, you can't risk doing permanent damage.

John: I've got to find her, Taylor.

Taylor: I'll do it. I'll do it, I'll find her, I promise. Now, just lie back. Lie back, please.

John: Taylor, you call me if you find her. Promise me you'll call me.

Taylor: I promise you, I will. Please, be still.

I'll call, I'll call.

Dr. Garvey: I hope he's resting quietly.

Taylor: For the moment. He's very distressed about his wife. And you know how strong-willed he can be.

Dr. Garvey: I'm finding out.

Taylor: I don't know how long you're going to be able to keep him in there.

Dr. Garvey: It's imperative he stay in bed. If he were to re-injure his leg --

Taylor: I understand, but I think sedation may be the answer.

Dr. Garvey: I brought some. I'm going to go in and talk to him.

Taylor: Ok.

Matt: Now, this is a pretty complicated watch.

Paulina: Hi, Matt, Jenna.

Matt: Hey, how you doing?

Jenna: Hello.

Matt: I think we're going to get some breakfast.

Jenna: Oh, I couldn't eat.

Matt: No, no, no, come on. You need your energy. We'll load up on the carbs, get some pancakes. We'll see you guys later.

Jenna: Please don't talk about food.

Paulina: She like it here?

Rachel: She seems to.

Paulina: Well, who wouldn't?

Rachel: Paulina, I've asked you here to discuss your future. I've talked things over with Cass, I understand what my options are now.

Paulina: Well, that's why I moved out, to give you time for that.

Rachel: The problem is, we don't know who you are, whether or not you are Mac's daughter. And we may never know that.

Paulina: That never stopped you from accepting me into the family before.

Rachel: Yes, but I didn't really understand Ken's involvement in all of this, did I?

Paulina: Right, it -- it's just --

Rachel: What?

Paulina: Well, I think that I was just as much a victim of Ken's lies as anybody else was.

Rachel: That may be, but it doesn't change the fact that I feel very differently about you now.

Paulina: Rachel --

Rachel: I have thought that I could see some of Mac in you.

Paulina: And now?

Rachel: And now, I think it would be better if we were to freeze your assets, the trust fund, the inheritance that was set aside for you. And if -- and if I decide that you no longer belong with this family, you will be given a very generous settlement.

Paulina: No.

Rachel: Well, we're not going to ignore the fact that you have suffered to a certain extent.

Paulina: I don't care about that, Rachel. All I ever wanted was to be a member of this family. I don't want any money unless I am. I'm sure you can understand that.

Rachel: Fine, we'll abide by your wishes. And I will be making no other decisions until we find out just who you are, and I will not be going by instinct this time. It will be very thoroughly researched.

Paulina: Well, I'll help in any way I can.

Rachel: I don't want your help. I don't want you involved at all.

Paulina: Well, it does involve me.

Rachel: You may keep the presents and the clothing that was given to you by the family.

Paulina: I don't want it.

Rachel: It's yours, Paulina. If you don't want it, we will give it to charity. It's all packed and ready for you.

Paulina: Fine, I'll take it.

Rachel: I thought so.

Frankie: Would you leave us alone for a moment so we can talk, please?

Clerk: I have to tell you both, this is highly irregular.

Cass: But I don't have to tell you that you could be facing a suit.

Clerk: A lawsuit? I don't think any lawyer would take that up.

Cass: I happen to be a lawyer.

Clerk: Very well, sir. Five minutes.

Cass: Thank you.

[Door opens]

[Door closes]

Cass: So, what's the story, Frankie?

Frankie: It's the murder-mystery gang.

Cass: What?

Frankie: You know, they're -- they're pretty wacky. Some of them are totally out of it.

Cass: Yeah, so, what does that have to do with anything?

Frankie: So, one of them put something over my face, some kind of a -- a cloth and knocked me out.

Cass: Why?

Frankie: I don't -- I don't know.

Cass: Wait a minute, let's back up here. Why did you come down here in the first place?

Frankie: To look for Mrs. Collins.

Cass: In the middle of the night?

Frankie: I couldn't sleep, and -- and she is the reason I came down here. I thought she was the one my client was looking for.

Cass: Why didn't you tell me that?

Frankie: Because the "private" in "private investigator" means some things can't be shared.

Cass: The manager said that Mrs. Collins checked out last night.

Frankie: Yeah, yeah, she did. She -- she was packed up and ready to leave when I got here.

Cass: Then, you did talk to her?

Frankie: Yes, and she's not the one.

Cass: Oh, she isn't?

Frankie: No. Oh, this thing has been just a wild goose chase, Cass. Collins is definitely not the woman my client is looking for.

Cass: Why didn't I know anything about this case before this week?

Frankie: Because of Marley's trial. You haven't known anything about anything.

Cass: Ok, don't upset yourself. Here. So, you were talking to that Collins dame, and then what happened?

Frankie: One of these murder-mystery men, he acts -- puts this cloth over my face and -- and knocks me out. I -- I -- I guess it was chlorophyll.

Cass: And that's all you remember?

Frankie: Yeah. Next thing I know, you're standing over me, and my head is hurting. Which it is still doing. Oh, getting better, oh, yeah. No permanent damage. Oh. What?

Cass: Why do I get this feeling that there's a little more to this story, maybe a lot more?

Frankie: Cass, really, no, there's -- there's --

Cass: Look at me, Mary Frances. Is there something you're not telling me?

Dr. Garvey: They'll find your wife, John, don't worry.

John: Don't worry?

Dr. Garvey: I'm sorry, that was a stupid thing for me to say. Naturally, you're worried about your wife. I don't blame you. It's just that it's a critical time for you right now. And if you were to do something rash --

John: Do I look like I'm going to do anything rash? Do I look like I'm capable of doing anything other than just laying here?

Dr. Garvey: Doctors always are the worst patients.

John: I'll be a good patient, I promise.

Dr. Garvey: You're gonna be better than good. The surgery went extremely well. Actually, it went better than I expected it to. But that doesn't mean we can guarantee complete success.

John: I know, I know, you said it all before.

Dr. Garvey: It bears repeating.

John: Complete bed rest, 24 hours.

Dr. Garvey: And a minimum of movement.

John: Minimum.

Dr. Garvey: I understand your impatience, John.

John: I love my wife, doctor. She is the most important thing in my life.

Dr. Garvey: But there's nothing you can do about it in your condition, except re-injure yourself. And if you were to do that, I don't know if we could ever undo the damage.

John: All right. You've made your point.

Dr. Garvey: Good. Because in two days we begin physical therapy.

John: I'll be ready.

Dr. Garvey: And assuming that everything goes well, and that means that you follow the therapist's rules to the letter --

John: I'll do whatever I have to do.

Dr. Garvey: Well, in that case, I think we can safely say that you'll soon be walking sans cane.

John: I'll burn the damn cane, thanks to you.

Dr. Garvey: Yeah. I want you to take these pills. They are going to relieve the pain. Rest, John.

John: Thank you.

[Elevator bell rings]

John: You work all day long, then you come home and make a fancy dinner like this.

Taylor: John, I enjoy cooking for you. Is something wrong?

John: My pregnant wife is gone. I don't know where she is or when she's coming back. And here I sit at this beautiful dinner with her therapist.

Taylor: John, I'm a little more than your wife's therapist.

John: Yes, yes you are. You've always been there for me, Taylor. Over and over again.

Sharlene: Right now, I'm going to keep things together for my husband and my baby.

Taylor: Wow.

John: This, Taylor, is the official Taylor Benson Christmas tree.

Taylor: Oh, that's for me?

John: Mm-hmm.

Taylor: I love my tree.

John: Good.

Sharlene: Sharly is not coming back.

John: No, I'm not going to leave you alone. Not when you're this upset.

Taylor: I'll be fine.

John: No arguments, Taylor. I'm spending the night.

Sharlene: I make John happy. I deserve to have a healthy baby, a happy family, and I'm going to fight like hell to make sure that happens.

John: You are too wonderful a person not to share your life with someone.

Sharlene: You are the reason I am well again. You are the reason I am well again.

Taylor: Ronnie?

Ronnie: Yes?

Taylor: This note is for John. I'd like you to leave it in his room, but after he's asleep. He needs to rest.

Ronnie: Sure, I understand.

Taylor: This operation could change his life.

Ronnie: Ok.

Taylor: It has to be successful.

Ronnie: Yeah. You know, it's really strange, Sharlene's not being here. I hope she's all right.

Taylor: I'm sure she is.

Ronnie: I'll give it to him.

Taylor: Everything is working out for the best.

Cass: Tell me.

Frankie: I told you. It was just a weird night. This is a very weird place.

Cass: It's this case, isn't it?

Frankie: No.

Cass: That's why you haven't told me about it. It's far more dangerous than you've been letting on.

Frankie: It is not more dangerous, it's not more... anything. It's over, is what it is.

Cass: Straight scoop, Frankie?

Frankie: The straightest.

Cass: Yeah? Ok. I'm sorry.

Frankie: About what?

Cass: Well, it has to be frustrating, not being able to find this woman that you've been looking for, and it turning out not to be Mrs. Collins.

Frankie: Yeah, well, it's just another day in the life of a gumshoe, as Raymond Chandler would say.

Cass: In one of his less creative moments. Well, I move that we get back to Bay City as soon as we can.

Frankie: Oh, I second that motion, counselor.

Cass: Are you sure you're all right?

Frankie: Yeah, almost as good as new. Out.

Cass: It's far more dangerous than you've been letting on.

Frankie: It is not more dangerous, it's not more... anything. It's over, is what it is.

Cass: This woman that you've been looking for, and it turning out not to be Mrs. Collins.

Frankie: Yeah, well, it's just another day, second that motion, counselor.

Cass: Are you sure you're going to call him in the morning. That's a very good idea.

What?

Frankie: Aspirin. Get me some aspirin.

Cass: All right, you wait here, and I'll go find a drug store.

Frankie: Great.

Cass: You sure you'll be all right alone for a few minutes?

Frankie: Yeah, yeah, I'll be fine. I won't let anyone in. I'll even lock the door, ok?

Cass: Ok, I'll be right back.

Frankie: Yeah. Right alone for a few minutes?

Yeah. Ok. Kathleen, where are you?

Pour l'homme? Qu'est-ce que c'est? Why would Kathleen have men's cologne? She's traveling with a man... who must have been the one who chloroformed me. What are you up to, Kathleen?

Joe: We did the right thing. I mean, we got out of there just in time. You are going to thank me for the way things turned out, believe me.

Kathleen: It doesn't matter now. It's over.

Sharlene: Oh. Oh no. [Groans] [Grunting] [Whispers] Jesus Christ. [Sobbing] Oh. Mommy's going to get us out of here. Mommy's going to get us out of here, don't you worry, sweetheart. We're going to get out. We're going to get out. We're going to get us out. [Laughter] No! No, I don't need you, I don't need you, I can do this by myself. I can do this!

[Door opens]

Sharlene: Who's there? Taylor? Taylor!

Matt: So, what are your objectives today?

Jenna: Ok, um, to ingratiate myself with all the teachers and all the students.

Matt: And how do you do that?

Jenna: I drop your name a lot.

Matt: Oh, that could get you in deep trouble.

Jenna: Somehow, I doubt that, but I'll let you know if it works.

Matt: Listen, why don't I pick you up after school. You can tell me what a great day you've had.

Jenna: You'll pick me up?

Matt: Sure. Uh, 3:15, ok?

Jenna: 3:15, that's great. Thanks, Matt.

Paulina: Hey, you two. I didn't know you were still here.

Matt: Hi.

Jenna: Oh, actually I've got to get my things, so excuse me.

Matt: Oh, can I help you with that?

Paulina: No, it's all right. I got it. Aren't you going to ask me what's going on?

Matt: Well, I assume you're taking some more of your things.

Paulina: No, I mean between your mother and me.

Matt: That's your business and hers.

Paulina: [Sighs] I guess that means you won't put in a good word for me, huh?

Matt: A good word?

Paulina: Tell her how much I miss the family, how much I hate being away from all of you.

Matt: Why do I get the feeling you're trying to use me to get to my mother?

Paulina: Just forget it, all right?

Matt: Listen, I have been on your side ever since Mom brought you into this family.

Paulina: Well, don't do me any favors.

Matt: And obviously there's some sort of problem between you and her.

Paulina: No kidding.

Matt: But if you've hurt her, there's no way I'm going to bat for you.

Paulina: Matt, you have no idea what's going on.

Matt: Well, maybe it's better that way.

Paulina: I offered to move out, you know. It's not the way you think.

Ronnie: Oh, you've got to be kidding.

John: I don't want to argue with you, Ronnie.

Ronnie: Don't argue with me, John, get back in bed.

John: No, I can't! I've got to find Sharlene.

Ronnie: But, John, Dr. Garvey said he had sedated you. You should have been out for hours.

John: I didn't take the pills.

Ronnie: Oh, John, brilliant. Look, what did you do with the drain?

John: I pulled it out. Would you hand me my jacket, please?

Ronnie: No, John, look. I don't want to have anything to do with this, ok?

John: Is Garvey still in his office? I don't want to run into him.

Ronnie: John, will you think about this? Think about your leg.

John: I don't give a damn about my leg. I've got to find Sharlene.

Ronnie: Maybe I --

John: Maybe you should what?

Ronnie: Nothing, nothing.

John: Ronnie, look, if you know something, tell me.

Ronnie: Look, I don't know anything, John. Look, it's Dr. Benson.

John: What about her?

Ronnie: Look, she gave me this note. It's for you. I was supposed to give it to you, but you were sedated. I didn't --

John: My God, my God.

Taylor: Thank God I found you.

Sharlene: Oh, God. Oh, God. I've got to get to John. I should be with him.

Taylor: Sharlene, I want you to go right over there and sit down, right this minute. I want to check you out, I want to make sure your baby is all right.

Sharlene: You don't know why I've been --

Taylor: Shh, shh, shh. Sit, sit.

Sharlene: I think I'm fine. I --

Taylor: Shh, let me take your pulse.

Sharlene: Oh, God, Taylor.

Taylor: Let me see. Let me see. Oh! Felt a kick.

Sharlene: Is it ok?

Taylor: Everything seems to be ok. Now you need to calm down. Everything is all right. We're going to sit here for a few minutes.

Sharlene: How did you find me?

Taylor: I just thought -- I put two and two together. You were talking about this part of town for a while.

Sharlene: I was?

Taylor: Last couple of days. So that, along with your odd behavior --

Sharlene: What odd behavior?

Taylor: Sharlene, you know what I'm talking about. Anyway, I decided to take a chance and look around here, and this just fortunately was the first building that I looked into.

Sharlene: Thank God you did. I can't -- oh, how's John? You know how the operation went.

Taylor: John is fine. He's in good hands.

Sharlene: But he must be frantic, Taylor. I've got to get to him.

Taylor: I want to ask you something first.

Sharlene: No, please, could you just ask me on the way?

Taylor: Sharlene, how in the hell did you get down here?

Sharlene: I got a call from a woman, a hooker who said that she had some information about Donna's case, and she wanted to meet me on the waterfront. So I got a cab, and I came down here, and somebody just locked me in here. And that's the story.

Taylor: Did -- did -- did anyone else witness this call?

Sharlene: No. But what?

Taylor: How did you know this woman was a hooker?

Sharlene: I don't know. I just knew. I just knew, it was something she said, I don't know --

Taylor: Could you identify her?

Sharlene: Taylor, I didn't see her. I don't know how you expect me to identify her. I mean, I just --

Taylor: Sharlene, do you realize how this looks?

Sharlene: I have no idea what you are talking about.

Taylor: I am talking about walking in here and finding you so confused.

Sharlene: I wasn't confused. I was upset.

Taylor: Sharlene.

Sharlene: All right, maybe I was confused, about -- I don't have any idea how many hours I've been in this place.

Taylor: Like a blackout?

Sharlene: What are you saying? Do you think this has something to do with Sharly?

Taylor: I'm afraid it could.

Sharlene: No.

Taylor: In fact, the more I think about it, the more I think this might be your worst episode with Sharly.

Sharlene: No, you are wrong! Now, Taylor, I got disoriented, maybe. It's pretty awful in here. But I -- but I never blacked out. I got a call about Donna.

Taylor: A call that no one else even heard.

Sharlene: I am telling you! I got a call! And I hear that girl's voice in my head right now. I talked to her.

Taylor: I'm sure you do. I'm sure you do. I'm sure you might even have an explanation as to why someone would lock you in here and leave you. Do you?

Sharlene: No, I don't have -- I don't! But I'm telling you the truth.

Taylor: I'm sure in your mind, you are.

Sharlene: I am not hallucinating, Taylor, if that's what you're getting at, I wasn't hallucinating.

Taylor: It would be very natural to do in a situation like this. Hallucinations, they distance the patient from a situation they can't stand.

Sharlene: Well, you have to believe me. I had a memory about Sharly just a little while ago --

Taylor: A memory?

Sharlene: And it is not the same as hallucinating.

Taylor: Oh, look at you. I'm sorry, I didn't want to do this.

Sharlene: Oh, God, what are --

Taylor: Come on. Come on, I'm taking you to the hospital right now.

Sharlene: That's all I want to do. I just want to be with John, and I want to be with my baby.

Taylor: I'm not taking you to that part of the hospital.

Sharlene: What?

Taylor: I'm taking you to the Morgan Pavilion. I'm sure you want to do what's best for yourself and for your family.

Sharlene: What are you saying?

Taylor: Sharlene, don't you think it's time you had yourself committed?

Kathleen: We're landing?

Joe: Glad to be home?

Kathleen: It's like we never left.

Joe: We did.

Kathleen: Yeah.

Joe: Let's just hope nobody else saw us besides Frankie Frame.

Kathleen: We were careful.

Joe: Yeah. Dear old Frankie won't be able to prove a thing, either.

Kathleen: Well, even if she did, I don't think she'll do anything about it.

Joe: Why do you say that?

Kathleen: I just have a feeling about the woman. She won't say anything. Especially to Cass.

Joe: Good. Real good. That's just the way we want it, right?

Frankie: Amazing. Instant relief, just like the commercial says.

Cass: You still look a little pale.

Frankie: Oh, give me a minute, and I'll be good old Frankie. Rosy cheeks and all.

Cass: Think you'll be able to travel?

Frankie: Where to?

Cass: Home, where else?

Frankie: Do you ever think about just getting up and going, hitting the open road and sailing the high seas, and, you know, climb every mountain, ford every stream.

Cass: I think about that all the time.

Frankie: Do you?

Cass: I would love to climb and ford with you anywhere in the world. I'm afraid the timing isn't right quite yet. We still have some things to think about, some loose ends to tie up. We have Dean to consider. And Stacey is representing Donna, I can't just leave her in the lurch.

Frankie: Yeah, I guess travel is out for now.

Cass: Yeah. Just for a little while. Hey.

Frankie: Hmm?

Cass: Is something bothering you, aside from the headache?

Frankie: No, I'm just depressed. You know, this has been one dead end after the other, and my client's going to be pretty angry with me.

Cass: Hey, it ain't over till it's over, right, yogi?

Frankie: Right.

Cass: If I was gonna bet, I would lay a big wager on you coming up with this person that your client is looking for. I would.

Frankie: Yeah?

Cass: Yeah. Have I told you that I love you lately?

Frankie: Let me think about --

Cass: I love you.

Frankie: You're the best.

Cass: We're going to have a wonderful Valentine's Day.

Frankie: Are we?

Cass: Yeah.

Frankie: What are we gonna do?

Cass: Something that will show you how much I love you.

Frankie: I love you. I love you so much.

Cass: I can't wait to get you home. You get -- you get ready as quickly as you possibly can. I'll go get our luggage, and I'll meet you down in the lobby in a few minutes, ok?

Frankie: Got it.

Cass: You sure you're all right?

Frankie: Yeah, yeah, I'm fine. Where the hell are you, Kathleen?

Man: Dry cleaning for Mrs. Collins?

Frankie: Right, yeah, uh -

Man: $8.65.

Frankie: Keep the change.

Man: Thank you, ma'am. Have a nice day.

Frankie: You, too. Louenna of San Antonio.

Uh, hello, can you give me the travel agent in the lobby? Thank you. Uh, yes, I'd like a reservation out of O'Hare the day after tomorrow. San Antonio, Texas.

Sharlene: I'm not crazy.

Taylor: It's for the best, Sharlene.

Sharlene: No it isn't.

Taylor: You want to do what's right.

Sharlene: No.

Taylor: I know you do, for your family, for John.

Sharlene: No.

Taylor: Calm down.

Sharlene: I just want to be with John and my baby.

Taylor: This denial has gone on long enough.

Sharlene: Why won't you listen to me? I've told you exactly what happened to me, and you're the one who's in denial, Taylor.

Taylor: Sharlene, I want you to do something to me right now. You come over here, you sit down, sit.

Sharlene: Taylor --

Taylor: I want you to look at something. Now look. It's time you took a good look at yourself, Sharlene. Look! Now, now you see how far this has gone on?

Sharlene: Uh...

Taylor: Do this for yourself. I can help. How else is John going to deal with you? I'm frightened for you both. Commit yourself.

Sharlene [Groans]

Taylor: Let me --

John [Grunting] [Breathing heavily] [Groaning] Ah! Oh! [Panting]

[Engine starts]

Matt: What, where are you running?

Jenna: I hate being late.

Matt: Late? You have 15 minutes.

Jenna: 15 minutes might not be enough. What if there's traffic?

Matt: Jenna, come on.

Jenna: I mean, I wanted to get there like a half an hour early so I could get there and calm down before classes started --

Matt: Mm-hmm.

Jenna: You know, but then I just got started talking to your mother and lost track of time, and now I'm going to be late for my first day of school.

Matt: You're not going to be late. Here, put on your coat.

Jenna: Oh no, now I can't find my notebook. Where's my notebook?

Rachel: Is this it? Is this it?

Jenna: Yeah, thank you very much.

Rachel: Uh-huh.

Jenna: Ok.

[Glass shatters]

Matt: Oh!

Jenna: Oh no! I'm really sorry.

Matt: Nah, that's ok --

Jenna: I shouldn't have left this out.

Matt: Don't worry about it.

Jenna: Ow!

Rachel: Ooh.

Jenna: Ah, it's ok, it doesn't really hurt.

Matt: I'll get a band-aid.

Rachel: Come on, sit down. Leave everything.

Jenna: Oh, I'm really sorry, Mrs. Cory.

Rachel: It's all right, sweetie. Here, here, I have a Kleenex.

Jenna: Thank you.

Rachel: Now, you're really a wreck about this first day of school, aren't you?

Jenna: Yeah, I was just really nervous about being late, and now I am late, and everything's going wrong.

Rachel: Jenna, you have nothing to worry about, sweetie. You're a lovely girl, everybody's gonna like you.

Jenna: I hope so, Mrs. Cory. I guess I'm really scared.

Rachel: Well, there's no reason for you to be scared. Just remember, you're not going at this alone, you know. You've got all of us to come home to. And we're all going to be waiting with bated breath to find out how it went. You know what it's like at the dinner table every night. We all sit around and hear about everybody's day. Well, everybody here is going to want to know a blow-by-blow of what went on at school today. So you're going to be just fine.

John: Sharlene. Sharlene.

Taylor: What's wrong?

Sharlene: It's a contraction.

Taylor: Right now?

Sharlene: Oh -- it's -- oh, it's getting stronger. It's stronger. Oh, God. It's not supposed to hurt this way. Oh my -- I'm going to have my baby. Taylor, God, you've got to help me. Oh, my God, Taylor, help me. Oh!

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