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Another World Transcript Monday 1/15/07

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Ryan: Good morning.

Vicky: What did you do, raid a greenhouse?

Ryan: They're too much, aren't they?

Vicky: No, no, they're wonderful. Where am I going to put these?

Ryan: In a vase? They were supposed to put you into a good mood.

Vicky: Oh, I think it' going to take a little more than flowers. Can you stick around?

Ryan: No, actually, I can't. I'm going to work right now.

Vicky: You are?

Ryan: Yeah. I've been reinstated.

Vicky: You're kidding. That's great!

Ryan: All I actually have to do today is fill out a few forms, a couple of reports. But after that, we can tackle your mood.

Vicky: You got all day?

Ryan: Yeah, actually, I've got all day, all night, all tomorrow, all tomorrow night.

Vicky: Oh.

Ryan: And if you start packing now, we might just may be able to leave by 4:00.

Vicky: To go where?

Ryan: Um, I'm taking you away for a couple of days.

Vicky: Now?

Ryan: Now -- just like we planned.

Vicky: You just got reinstated. The captain is going to give you your time off?

Ryan: He's not giving it to me, I'm taking it.

Vicky: I think we should wait until things get a little more settled, you know.

Ryan: No, no, I've already picked out the inn. The inn's got a fireplace, just like I promised.

Vicky: Mm.

Ryan: Come on, don't you want at least one holiday to go well?

Vicky: Oh, I sure do.

Ryan: Ok, then stick with me. We are going to have one very romantic Valentine's Day.

Vicky: [Laughs]

Donna: Hello, this Mrs. Hudson. Could you put me through to Michael? No, I'm not. I'm out on bail. Thank you. Is he there? Well, could you tell me where he is? This is important. Oh. Are you sure he said Ms. Winthrop's apartment and not her office? All right. All right, thank you.

[Doorbell rings]

Donna: Coming.

I'm so glad to see you after everything that's happening. I didn't think I would get a chance to see you before I got sentenced.

Marley: That's ridiculous. We have so much to talk about.

Sharlene: [Groans] This is it. These are real. I remember this. Oh, this baby is on its way. Oh, God. Taylor, help me, please. [Groans]

Michael: I don't believe it, Stacey. All those people that we saw -- nobody saw Donna.

Stacey: I'm sorry, Michael.

Michael: She said that she was shopping when Jake was shot. We've got those credit card slips from October 25th.

Stacey: Yeah, I know, but that doesn't constitute an alibi.

Michael: Look --

Stacey: She could have bought stuff earlier in the day --

Michael: Stacey, she didn't shoot Jake. Somebody must have seen her. Somehow, we can prove that.

Stacey: It was four months ago. Come on, you think a salesperson is going to remember who they sold gloves to?

Michael: If it's Donna, yes. Donna leaves an impression. I know -- the night staff. Those people that work at night, right? I'm gonna go back and talk to them later. That's what I'll do.

Stacey: Do you honestly think that someone is going to be able to verify exactly where Donna was the moment Jake was shot?

Michael: So what am I supposed to do, give up? I'm not going to give up.

Stacey: No, no, I don't want you to give up. But we don't have a lot of time, so let's use it wisely, all right?

Michael: Fine, how?

Stacey: Talk to Donna.

Michael: I can't do that.

Stacey: Why not? Come on, she might tell you where she was that night.

Michael: Donna does not have a very good track record for telling me the truth.

Stacey: She might if she thinks you really want to help her.

Michael: She thinks she's helping Marley.

Stacey: We want to help Marley, too. Come on, talk to her. Look, she's been in jail. She's been locked up for a while, maybe she's scared now -- scared enough to be honest.

Michael: No, no, no you don't know Donna. When she gets scared, she clams up.

Stacey: Maybe she'd let something slip out.

Michael: Slip? What's there to slip? She didn't shoot Jake. That's all there is to it.

Stacey: You are incredible. Everybody else is ready to buy her story like that.

Michael: Well, not me.

Stacey: Even after all the lies she's told you, her affair with Jake? You really think she's innocent?

Michael: With all the lies, all the pain that Donna can cause, I still know she didn't shoot anybody.

Stacey: You still care about her that much, don't you?

Michael: Donna may not have shot Jake, but she did kill one thing -- my love for her.

Donna: I know how hurt you are.

Marley: That doesn't begin to describe what I feel.

Donna: I couldn't let you go to prison, Marley.

Marley: But you could let me be arrested and stand trial and read about myself in the newspaper every morning over breakfast.

Donna: I thought you'd be cleared.

Marley: Why, of course you did. You knew who fired the gun. And I was so scared that I ran away because I thought Vicky did it. I knew she was hiding something, I just wasn't sure what.

Donna: Victoria didn't know.

Marley: She knew that you slept with Jake. How was it? Did the earth move?

Donna: Don't talk to me like that.

Marley: Don't you tell me how to talk! You slept with my husband and he raped me. I can say whatever I damn well please to you.

Donna: I didn't know what he had done to you until you took the stand.

Marley: And now everybody knows. I walk down the street and people stare at me now. And I hear people whispering the things that were the most precious, private things in my life. And I hear my feelings for Jamie being exposed on the news and -- it's not a great life.

Donna: I'm so sorry.

Marley: You're sorry? You're sorry?

Donna: You should have told the police. You should have told me.

Marley: You are really too much. After all the secrets you have kept, do you understand that you are the one that taught me to keep my mouth shut?

Donna: Marley, I --

Marley: When we were growing up, all you said to me was, "you do what you want, Marley, but be sure to keep up the appearances." The damn appearances that were so important to you. Had you been honest with me, I never would have been raped.

Donna: I was afraid you would hate me.

Marley: So, you shot him?

Donna: I didn't know what I was doing.

Marley: I don't want to hear any more, really.

Donna: I -- I didn't mean to shoot him. It was self-defense.

Marley: God, I hope you're telling the truth, because Jake could come out of the coma and set things straight.

Donna: I know that.

Marley: But as long as he kept his mouth shut, it was ok.

Donna: No. I've hated myself for this.

Marley: Sure. I'm sure.

Donna: I don't blame you for feeling the way you do. I'm your mother and I haven't taken very good care of you, but I just -- I just tried to do what I thought would give you the least amount of pain.

Marley: Not doing it would have caused me the least amount of pain.

Donna: You weren't there. You couldn't understand how I felt. Your father had left me for another woman and I had no dignity.

Marley: Is -- is that what justifies sleeping with Jake? You could have chosen so many other men, but you chose to sleep with my ex-husband?

Donna: I didn't think it would lead to this.

Marley: When he undressed you, did you stop to consider how I would feel? I didn't think so. I used to defend you when people would tell me that you were a completely selfish woman. But that is exactly what you are.

Donna: Can't you forgive me?

Marley: I don't have a mother, but then I never did.

Sharlene: [Moans]

Taylor: John! Get in here.

Sharlene: John, I'm in labor.

John: Oh, God.

Sharlene: Oh, I'm in labor.

John: It's all right. It's time.

Sharlene: No, not like this. No, I don't want it to be like this.

John: Sharlene, it's ok. I've got my truck. I'll take you to the hospital.

Taylor: I got here just a few minutes before you, and she was very disoriented. We've got to get her out of here.

John: Disoriented? Come on, Taylor, she's in labor.

Sharlene: John, I'm not sure I can walk.

Taylor: I was trying to go for help, but I was afraid to leave her alone.

John: How far apart are your contractions?

Sharlene: They're just a few minutes, but they're regular, John, and they're hard.

John: Ok, that means that this is the real thing. After this next one, we're out of here.

Taylor: How did you find her here? You got my note?

John: I came as soon as I got it.

Sharlene: Oh!

John: Ok, come on now, breathe. Breathe, Sharlene. Come on, breathe. Everything is going to be fine. Taylor, go get my truck.

Sharlene: No, no, it's happening too fast. I fell.

John: You what?

Sharlene: Off -- off those boxes. I was trying to get out some --

John: Are you hurt? Huh?

Sharlene: I don't think so.

John: Come on, Taylor, what the hell are you waiting for? Come on, put your feet up here.

Sharlene: John, John. Oh, oh. I'm -- ah -- I'm ok. But the baby, John. I don't know.

John: Listen, did you feel the baby move after you fell.

Sharlene: Yes, yes.

John: Ok, that's a very good sign. When did the contractions start?

Sharlene: Just a little while after that. John, if I did anything to hurt this baby, I'll just die.

John: Sharlene, don't worry about the baby. It takes an awful lot to hurt one of these little guys. They're packaged very well.

Sharlene: Ok.

John: Ok?

Sharlene: My -- my water broke.

John: After you fell?

Sharlene: After the pain started.

John: You feel like you want to bear down.

Sharlene: No, I can't tell. No.

John: There's no bleeding. Just hold on. Hold on, this is going to hurt just a little bit.

Ok, Sharlene, you're almost fully dilated.

Sharlene: [Sighs]

John: This little guy just may make a very quick entrance.

Sharlene: I can tell you from where I'm sitting, it sure feels like we don't have a hell of a lot of time. Oh, God, oh!

John: Hold on, hold on. Breathe, come on. Focus. Cleansing breath.

Sharlene: [Breathing heavily]

Vicky: You know, when Fred Astaire gave Ginger Rogers flowers, he gave them to her in a great big basket so she knew where to put them.

Ryan: Yeah, I know. Stop complaining.

Vicky: I'm not complaining. I'm just surprised that you're into Valentine's Day.

Ryan: Oh? Well, why wouldn't I be?

Vicky: I don't know. I thought it was a girl's holiday, you know. I thought men always felt obligated and awful. That's beautiful.

Ryan: Well, I'm not really -- unless the woman that you're with isn't the right one. But if she is -- and you are --

Vicky: Mm-hmm, then what?

Ryan: Then you can enjoy being in love, I hope.

Vicky: You're not speaking from experience, are you?

Ryan: Not yet, but I want to.

Vicky: Ah-ha.

Ryan: Come on, what's the problem? This is the perfect excuse to get away from everything.

Vicky: I know, Ryan, but I don't think I should.

Ryan: Vicky --

Vicky: You know how bad things are. My mother is going to prison, my sister can't stand me, and my father is falling apart. I think that's a good excuse to stay home.

Ryan: I understand, but I'm only asking for a couple of days.

Vicky: I know.

Ryan: Mm-hmm. You deserve it. I mean, you should give yourself a chance to recover. You owe it to yourself. You owe it to me.

Vicky: No -- I owe you now?

Ryan: You owe it to me. You told me that after the trial you were gonna concentrate more on us, and I am going to hold you to that.

Vicky: Wait, I didn't quite think that my mother was going to switch places with my sister.

Ryan: Ok, think of all the things we've been through since Jake was shot.

Vicky: No, thanks. I'd rather not.

Ryan: See? See? I mean, Jamie was in Marquesa with Marley and they had some time together. And we have had a few wonderful moments, but people keep on walking in, and --

Vicky: You're starting to make sense.

Ryan: Good. Do you like Valentine's Day?

Vicky: Always.

Ryan: Mm. Good. Because with what I have planned --

Vicky: Hmm?

Ryan: That's all you are going to need.

Vicky: Really?

Ryan: Mm-hmm.

Vicky: I'll be waiting.

Ryan: I'll be back at 4:00.

Vicky: I'll be waiting. Bye.

Sharlene: How long has it been?

John: Just a little over a minute.

Sharlene: Oh, they're coming about every two minutes. Oh, John, I don't want to have this baby here.

John: Did you hear that? You listen to your mother.

Sharlene: Oh, don't yell at him. He can't help it.

John: He can't.

Sharlene: Oh, sweetheart, I'm sorry. I wanted everything to be perfect for you. I want some clean sheets and a bunch of nurses fussing over you.

John: As soon as Taylor gets back, we'll drive over to the clinic. They have plenty of clean sheets there.

Sharlene: Oh -- oh! [Breathing hard]

John: Come on, hang in there. Hang in there, breathe. Come on, look at me, look at my face. There we go. Ok, just hang in there. Let your body do the work.

Sharlene: [Moans]

John: It will be over soon. It will be over soon, ok? Breathe.

Sharlene: Oh, God, this is crazy, John. I never should have left the hospital. I shouldn't have -- oh, God. I just thought I'd be back in time for your surgery. Oh, God. Oh! Your knee -- how's your knee, John. How did it go? I didn't ask.

John: It went all right. It went all right.

Sharlene: Tell me about the operation.

John: Dr. Garvey is very optimistic. He said it was just routine.

Sharlene: The cane -- you gonna use the cane?

John: We'll know in a day or so.

Sharlene: Oh, honey, you shouldn't even be walking. You should be in bed.

John: Sharlene, now don't start getting crazy on me, all right? I'm taking care of myself.

Sharlene: You better be, John. I know you. You push yourself too hard.

John: Sharlene --

Sharlene: Yeah, oh, I hope you don't think that I don't care about you. I wasn't there, I mean, after you woke up -- oh, oh, oh!

John: Another one, come on.

Sharlene: Oh, it's getting worse. Oh, God, it's worse.

John: Don't fight it. Don't fight it.

Sharlene: Oh, I'm trying --

John: Come on, breathe.

Sharlene: Oh, John, this hurts.

John: Breathe.

Sharlene: [Screams]

John: Come on, come on. Sharlene, breathe, breathe. Take a breath, come on. Do what I do.

John and Sharlene: [Breathing rhythmically]

John: Come on, you're doing fine. You're doing fine.

Sharlene: I'm not. I'm no good at this.

John: Yes, you are. You're great at this. You're a pioneer lady.

Sharlene: I don't want to be a pioneer, I want a hospital.

John: I think we both need a hospital.

Sharlene: Oh, God. Oh, God, you're right. You're right, I'm sorry. This is my fault.

John: Sharlene, come on. It's nobody's fault. Now, just relax. You're using too much energy. Save it for the baby.

Sharlene: The reason I came here --

John: Sharlene, you can tell me about it later. I want you to close your eyes, ok? Just close your eyes and relax. I love you. I love you, Sharlene. You're absolutely fantastic.

Sharlene: Yeah, right.

John: Yes, you are. And I'm crazy about you.

Sharlene: You better say that.

John: Listen, lay back. Lay back and rest. Let me take a look and see how soon it's gonna be before this guy gives us a visit. Do you feel like you want to push?

Sharlene: No, I feel like stopping. I want to go home.

John: That sounds about right.

Sharlene: Where the hell is Taylor? She's taking forever.

John: It just seems that way to you.

Sharlene: Gee, I wonder why? I wonder -- oh, John, here we go again. Here we go, here we go. [Groans]

John: Come on, push now. Ok, another breath. Focus, take a deep breath, cleansing breath.

[Engine sputters]

Stacey: (?)

Donna: Good morning.

Stacey: Donna.

Donna: I want to talk about what's going to happen to me.

Stacey: Our appointment isn't until this afternoon.

Donna: I know, but it can't wait.

Stacey: Excuse me, but I think I should decide this as well --

Donna: I don't want to argue with you, Stacey. I came here to see Michael.

Stacey: Why do you think he is here?

Donna: His secretary told me. Michael's employees are very fond of me -- some of them. Is he here?

Stacey: Yes, he's here. Look, I think you should know something. Michael thinks that you're being noble. He doesn't think that you shot Jake. He and I are going over everything that happened that night and everything that you said happened in detail.

Michael: Stacey, I was wondering if --

Donna: Hi.

Vicky: Marley.

Marley: I just came to pick up some clothes.

Vicky: It's so good to see you. Can we at least try and talk about what happened?

Marley: I don't -- I don't feel much like talking. Here, I won't be needing those anymore.

Vicky: You're not going to just walk away.

Marley: Vicky, I just had a scene with Donna. I would really rather not replay it with you.

Vicky: I'm not Donna. I didn't shoot Jake and make you take the rap.

Marley: No, you didn't. No, all you did was lie.

Vicky: All right, I lied . Are you gonna hold that against me for the rest of time?

Sharlene: [Sighs]

John: Sugar, are you cold?

Sharlene: Oh, yeah. I'm a little thirsty, John. [Exhales]

John: I don't know what's taking Taylor so long. Maybe I should go out and see if I can find her.

Sharlene: No, don't -- don't go anywhere. I'm not going away. Oh, God.

John: Taylor, where the hell have you been?

Taylor: Somebody --

Sharlene: We're on -- oh!

Taylor: They had broken in the car. I couldn't get either one to start so I tried calling a cab, but the payphone was dead. So then I stood on the street trying to hail one, but this place is deserted.

John: Sharlene, how did you get here?

Sharlene: I took a cab. Oh, we'll never get out of here now.

John: Yes, yes, we will. Listen, everything is going to be ok.

Sharlene: Oh, whoa! I want to push, John. I want to push. What am I going to do? I want to push, I want to push.

John: It's very simple. We're going to have the baby right here.

Sharlene: [Breathing heavily] Here?

John: It's not like we have a choice.

Sharlene: What if something goes wrong?

John: Don't think like that.

Sharlene: I fell!

John: I know, and you're fine and so is the baby.

Sharlene: Oh, you're just saying that, John.

John: Sharlene, do you trust me?

Sharlene: You know I trust you.

John: Then believe me, I've delivered babies under a lot worse conditions than this. Taylor, would you mind? Take off your coat, roll it up, and put it under Sharlene's back.

Sharlene: Oh, oh, no --

John: You got another one?

Sharlene: I think, another one.

John: Ok, no, no, just don't, don't push yet. Blow, remember, like we did in class, blow.

Sharlene: [Breathing exercises]

John: We've got an awfully impatient baby here, Sharlene.

Taylor: John, I'm going to go for help.

John: Listen, Taylor, check my truck. Look in back of the driver's seat. I kept a medical bag there. See if it's still there, maybe they didn't get it. Then come right back.

Taylor: All right.

John: Breathe, come on, breathe, breathe. There you go.

Sharlene: Oh, oh, oh, God, oh, this child better be home from high school parties on time, I'm telling you.

John: I love you. Do you know that? Are you ok?

Sharlene: John, I'm scared, but I can't wait to meet this person.

John: Me neither.

Sharlene: Oh, how's the leg?

John: My leg, I'd forgotten all about it.

Sharlene: Oh, John, you are such a liar. You are such a liar. Look, I don't want you to worry about me, ok? I can do this.

John: I know you can.

Sharlene: I can do it.

John: In a few minutes, you're going to be holding our new baby.

Sharlene: That's all I keep thinking about.

John: That's all that's important, Sharlene.

Sharlene: Oh, it's going so fast. Pretty soon I'm going to see that scrunched up little face.

John: Yes.

Sharlene: [Laughs] Oh, oh, God, oh, God, I want to push. I want to push --

John: No, no, not yet. Just a minute, just a minute, let me check. Ok, it's crowning, Sharlene. I can see the head. Ok, we're ready, come on, come on, ready. Take a deep breath, push, bear down. Bear down and push, come on, Sharlene, push, push.

Sharlene: [Pushing] [Moaning]

John: Again, again.

Donna: Hello.

Stacey: Donna came by to talk to you, Michael.

Michael: She's wasting a trip then.

Donna: Michael, please don't leave.

Stacey: I think it's a good idea.

Donna: Thank you, Stacey.

Stacey: Besides, maybe Donna will tell you where she was that night.

Michael: Donna will tell us whatever Donna wants to tell us. That's what she does.

Stacey: I'm going into the kitchen and make some phone calls.

Michael: So what do you want to talk about?

Donna: Is that Stacey's robe?

Michael: You've come here to talk about Stacey's robe?

Donna: Is there something going on between you and Stacey?

Michael: Donna, I am not even going to dignify that with a response! You should know better.

Donna: It's all right.

Michael: Do you want to talk or can I go finish my shower?

Donna: This can't be the end for us.

Michael: I'm not going to stand here and talk about how you feel or how I feel, all right? You want to talk facts, you want to tell me the truth, fine.

Donna: I told you.

Michael: You told me garbage, Donna!

Donna: I told you the truth.

Michael: You told me garbage! So what -- what are you going to tell me the truth now? Did you come back with, like, a new twist on the truth or what? I mean, why did you come here, Donna?

Donna: You don't know why I'm here?

Michael: I haven't a clue.

Donna: I love you.

Michael: Donna, don't do this.

Donna: Nothing will ever make me stop loving you, Michael.

Michael: Well, that's where you and I are a little bit different, Donna. I guess if sleeping with Jake wasn't enough, using my son because of it, did the trick for me.

Donna: I know you still love me.

Michael: Go, get out, just go.

Donna: If you hadn't lied to me about Arianne, none of this would have happened.

Michael: If you had had a little faith, none of this would have happened. I was trying to protect you. The cartel would have killed you and Mikey and the girls.

Donna: And I was trying to protect you.

Michael: How, how?

Donna: Michael, when you came back to me, it was as if all my prayers had been answered, and I didn't want to ruin that by telling you about some stupid thing that I had done when there was no hope for us.

Michael: Donna, that -- that's not protecting me, that's protecting you, and you knew. This was -- we were going to start over. I mean, you were going to tell the truth, that we were going to do a clean slate.

Donna: I just wanted it to go away.

Michael: That's what I want from you right now. I want you to go away.

Donna: No --

Michael: Don't, no, go. I don't want to hear it. I don't want to hear another word out of you. I don't want to hear another word because it makes me sick. Just go.

Stacey: I thought I heard Donna leave. Did she say anything?

Michael: Nothing that will help. Excuse me.

Vicky: Well, are you? You forgive Jake for cheating on you. You forgive Donna for lying to you for most of your life, but now I'm the exception.

Marley: I'm not trying to be vindictive. I just can't forgive you.

Vicky: You said you never wanted to see me again, and you're here.

Marley: It can never be the way it was.

Vicky: Marley, don't let this come between us. We stood by each other all through the trial.

Marley: I know, and I felt closer to you than I ever had. It was what I always wanted for us, Vicky. No matter how horrible things were in the world, we could depend on each other.

Vicky: I did that because I wanted to make up for what I did to you and Jamie. Please, please believe me.

Marley: You've always resented me. First, it was for how I grew up. Then it was because Jake was in love with me. Then it's Jamie, when is it going to stop? You just always think that I have the better deal.

Vicky: All right, I do resent you sometimes, but it's not because of Jamie.

Marley: Well, then what is it?

Vicky: Marley, you always do the right thing. Instinctively, you do the right thing, and I screw up.

Marley: Then why didn't you tell me about Jake and Donna?

Vicky: For Dad, I guess. If you knew, then he would have to find out, and I knew how much he loved Mom. And I knew that things were going to turn out like this. Marley, don't you understand that I felt responsible for everyone?

Marley: I can't do this. I -- I'll get my things later.

Vicky: Just give me another chance to make it up to you. You are not the only one who's hurting. I'm hurting, too.

Marley: Really? I can tell.

Vicky: Ryan and I are going to an inn for Valentine's Day.

Marley: Sounds cozy. Vicky, somehow you'll get through this with or without me. You always do.

John: Come on, Sharlene, that's right. Go with the concentration. Concentrate.

Sharlene: [Pushing] Aah, oh.

John: Breathe, breathe, again. Good, concentrate. There we are. Good, good, all right.

Sharlene: Oh, why is nothing happening?

John: It is happening, Sharlene, it's happening.

Sharlene: Oh, can you see the head, John?

John: Yes, yes, we need a couple more pushes like that one.

Sharlene: Oh, God, why is it taking so long? The first part was so fast, John. Josie never took this long. I know she never took this long.

John: Sharlene, come on, every baby is different. Now stick with it.

Sharlene: I am.

John: I know you are, sweetie. I know it's not easy.

Sharlene: Not the way I know it.

John: Do tell.

Sharlene: God, I'm so tired. I'm so tired. Oh, how long have I been pushing, John?

John: Oh, 45 minutes, an hour.

Sharlene: Is that normal?

John: Sure, sure, it is.

Sharlene: Can the baby just -- oh, ok, here we go. Here we go, here we go.

John: Take deep breaths, deep breaths. Push, now bear down. Put your chin down, and bear down, Sharlene. Good, yeah, great, great.

Taylor: Here.

John: Take her blood pressure. Ok, once more. Push, there we are. Ok, good, here we are.

Taylor: How's it going? How's it going?

Sharlene: Swell. [Crying]

John: You're doing fine. Come on, honey, come on, you're doing really well. You're doing just fine.

Sharlene: Oh, ok, ok, all right, oh, no, oh no, here it comes. It's coming on. Here we go.

John: Ok, come on, take a deep breath.

Sharlene: All right, ok, here we go.

John: Ready?

Sharlene: I'm ready, I'm ready.

John: Concentrate, deep one, deep one. Now, go, concentrate. Keep the pressure on, keep the pressure on.

Taylor: Her blood pressure, it's way up.

John: Ok, fine, fine, now let go, let go.

Sharlene: [Heavy breathing] I can't -- I gotta rest.

John: There we go. That's all right, let it go.

Sharlene: Uh, oh.

John: The next one will do it.

Sharlene: Damn straight, the next one's going to do it.

John: It's almost over.

Sharlene: What's the matter with my blood pressure?

John: There's nothing wrong with your blood pressure --

Sharlene: Tell me what's wrong!

John: Thanks, Taylor. Your pressure's probably up just a little bit because you're working so hard. Taylor, put your hands on Sharlene's belly. Can you feel the baby?

Taylor: Uh, yeah.

John: Ok, now the next time she pushes, I want you to help. You assist her by pushing towards me, ok?

Taylor: Like this?

John: No, not -- wait until I tell you, all right? How you doing, sweetheart? Are you ready?

Sharlene: Ok, we're ready, we're ready, we're ready, we're ready.

John: All right, come on, push, push down. Push down hard, hard, come on, push. Come on, Sharlene, push. All right, ok, come on, oh, the head is out. The head is out. Stop pushing, stop pushing. Let me suction his mouth. I got the suction out.

Sharlene: [Screaming]

John: Ok, all right, one more time, come on. Push, come on, Sharlene, you can do it, push, push. Come on, harder, come on. Yes, you did it, you did it! Sharlene, I'm holding our baby. I'm holding our baby, Sharlene.

Sharlene: [Crying] Is the baby all right? Is he all right? Oh, God. [Laughs] Oh, oh, God.

Ryan's voice: Vicky, Vicky?

[Knock on door]

Ryan's voice: Vicky, are you there?

[Knocking on door]

Ryan: Vicky, what's -- what's going on? The door was -- oh, is it Steven?

Vicky: No, Steven's fine. He's with his father.

Ryan: What is it? Why are you acting this way?

Vicky: Oh, Marley was here. I don't want to talk about it.

Ryan: Ok, I'll wait.

Are you ready to go?

Vicky: What, are you serious? I'm not going anywhere. The trip is off.

Ryan: What -- what is this?

Vicky: I'm just not going.

Ryan: Ok, what happened? Why is this -- why is this trip off?

Vicky: Just -- just get out of here, ok?

Ryan: No, it is not ok. What in the hell is going on?

Stacey: You don't remember Donna carrying a blond wig in that night?

Michael: No, I don't remember Donna carrying in anything that night.

Stacey: Packages?

Michael: No, I -- Donna, Donna was wearing gloves.

Stacey: Can we check for powder burns?

Michael: No, Donna is not that dumb. I mean, if there's anything incriminating about those gloves, she would have thrown them away, and of course, if she's innocent --

Stacey: There wouldn't be anything on them.

Michael: That's right.

Stacey: Why don't you have something?

Michael: Are you trying to take care of me?

Stacey: Uh, no, I just think you should keep your carbohydrate level up if you're going to continue to take care of everybody else.

Michael: You really are very nice, you know that?

Stacey: I know what seeing Donna did to you.

Michael: Donna has always done that to me since the very first time I saw her.

Stacey: I don't think I've ever been in love like that, at least, not for years.

Michael: There's been times that I wish I could change that, you know, but it's just the way it is.

Stacey: I know.

Michael: I wish I could be a little bit more like you, you know?

Stacey: Me?

Michael: Yeah, keep things simple, clean.

Stacey: [Laughs] You haven't known me for very long. Believe me, I've messed up in the romance department big time.

Michael: Yeah, we all have, but you seem to have wised up.

Stacey: You're nuts. I've been in love. I know, no matter how it goes, it's better than being alone.

Honestly, even if it all goes wrong, it'll be worth it.

Donna: Hello, Angela, I see the phone was busy while I was out.

Angela: Yes, a lot of reporters called.

Donna: What did they want?

Angela: They all wanted to interview you before you're -- oh, Mrs. Hudson --

Donna: It's all right. You can say it.

Angela: Before you're sentenced.

Donna: Did they say anything else? Did you tell them anything?

Angela: No, ma'am, I wouldn't.

Donna: Angela, would you make me a cup of Earl Grey tea? I won't be able to have that after next week.

Angela: They aren't going to send you away. They can't.

Donna: Yes, that's exactly what they're going to do. Go.

After next week, it'll be all over.

Vicky: I said get out of here. I don't have to explain anything to you.

Ryan: Oh, oh, let me guess, you've got another problem, and this time you decided to shut me out, huh?

Vicky: That's right.

Ryan: And Marley came by, and she made you feel lousy because you've got your own life.

Vicky: What Marley and I said to each other is none of your damn business!

Ryan: Yes, it is! You are going to go on this trip with me because I have a stake in this, too.

Vicky: I told you not to get involved with me. I never keep my promises.

Ryan: I'm warning you, Vicky. I'm not coming back this time. I am through with proving myself to you.

Vicky: Well, you didn't have to. I will never be what you want anyway.

Ryan: Come on, just give us -- give us a chance. If we just had enough time -- we deserve it.

You just can't do it, can you?

Fine, fine, just lock me out, keep me on the outside, but you want to know something?

Vicky: What?

Ryan: One of these years you're going to wake up, and you're going to find out that your biggest nightmare has come true, that you've ended up just exactly like your mother!

Sharlene: John, John --

[Baby crying]

John: He's fine, Sharlene. He's fine. I'm just cutting the cord.

Sharlene: A he, it is a he.

Oh, oh.

John: That should do it. Say hi to your son.

Sharlene: Boy, I've waited so long for you, little boy.

John: Little? He's big.

Sharlene: He's just beautiful.

[Baby cries]

Taylor: Yes, he is.

Sharlene: Oh, John, he's just perfect. He's perfect. Look at his hands.

John: Sharlene, you've done a great job.


Sharlene: [Crying and laughing] Oh, John, look at him. This one's going to have quite a story to tell, you know that?

John: Yeah.

Sharlene: Gregory, I would like you to meet your Daddy.

John: Gregory.

Sharlene: You still like the name, don't you?

John: I love it, and I love you. I love you both.

Sharlene: Some story, some story, oh, John.

John: Oh, you're going to have a story to tell.

Sharlene: Oh.

John: We don't exactly do things by the book in this family, Gregory. I sure hope you knew what you were doing choosing us for parents.

Sharlene: The first thing you can see is he's a very intelligent little boy. I can tell.

[Baby cries]

John: Look at that face. What a beautiful little thing.

Sharlene: I'm so happy. Thank you.

John: You did most of it.

Sharlene: Not without the baby and without you. [Laughs]

[Baby sounds]

Sharlene: What?

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