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Another World Transcript Monday 1/29/07
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Cass: How is everything here?
Frankie: Here is fine. Ok. How about you?
Frankie: You left so early this morning that we didn't have a chance to talk.
Cass: That's why I came back early. I really think we have to talk about last night.
Frankie: Yeah, me, too.
Cass: I kept going over and over what happened to cause the fight. It wasn't because I found you at Tops with Ryan when you led me to believe that you would be at the police station.
Frankie: No, you're not the jealous type.
Cass: It's that you're keeping something from me. Something big.
Frankie: You're right.
Marley: Thank you for making me talk about that night.
Jamie: Talking about it is the first step toward living with it.
Marley: For the first time, probably, since it happened, I feel some peace.
Jamie: Thank God.
Marley: I don't know how I'm going to deal with how much I hate Jake, and the feeling of violation never goes away, but I'm not hiding anymore.
Jamie: Marley, why should you hide? You didn't do anything wrong.
Marley: No, I didn't.
Jamie: It's great to hear you say that. I love you.
Marley: I love you, Jamie.
Jamie: And I'm not going to push you anymore. Because I know our time together will come.
I'll call you later.
Marley: You're going?
Jamie: I want to give you some time.
Marley: Oh. That's ‑‑ that's a good idea.
Man: Tops. Hold on. Detective Harrison? Uh, Detective Harrison? Excuse me. You have a phone call, it's urgent.
Yeah. Yeah, I'll be right there.
Vicky: What? Well, what is it?
Ryan: It's Jake. He's coming out of his coma.
Nurse: Mr. McKinnon is a very popular man today.
John: What do you mean?
Nurse: His fans are still keeping their vigil outside.
John: His fans?
Nurse: Mrs. Hudson, Mrs. Wheeler, that girl in 436‑B.
John: Ah, Paulina. I told her to go back to her room. You ever seen this before?
Nurse: He almost seems agitated.
John: Well, he's been doing this for a couple of weeks. It's not unusual for semi‑comatose patients. Come on, we've got a lot of work to do.
Jake: Murder. Murder.
Cass: What is it, Frankie?
Kathleen's voice: And if I were you, I would turn around and I would walk out that door and I would forget you ever saw me, because if you don't, you will lose him.
Frankie: I've lied to you.
Cass: About what?
Kathleen's voice: If Cass finds out I am alive, your marriage is history.
Frankie: Ryan. And I'm really sorry.
Cass: Why would you lie to me about Ryan?
Frankie: He called me yesterday, and he asked me to meet him at Tops, and I know how you feel about him. You were acting so strangely yesterday, Cass. I had never seen you act that way.
Cass: I have no excuse for jumping all over you like that, I'm sorry.
Frankie: I don't want to lose you.
Cass: It can't be.
Frankie: Oh, gosh, is that the time?
Cass: Yes, do you have something ‑‑
Frankie: Yes, um, I promised Sharlene that I would go visit her. You know, Gregory keeps her pretty house‑bound.
Cass: Oh, well, um, give her my regards then.
Frankie: You know, I could call her up and make it another time.
Cass: No, no, no. You go ahead. You don't want to disappoint Sharlene. Go ahead.
Frankie: I won't be long, ok?
Cass: Have a good time.
Frankie: Ok. I love you.
Cass: I love you.
Jamie: We have to stop.
Jamie: Because soon, I won't be able to.
Marley: Jamie. Are you afraid I'll panic?
Jamie: Marley, yeah. You have to admit, this is a pretty radical change.
Marley: I know. But this is what I want, Jamie.
Jamie: Look, we just talked about what happened with you and Jake.
Marley: I know. I shared the worst time of my life with you. And I have never felt closer to you, or more in love with you.
Jamie: Let's get out of here.
Jamie: Come, come.
Marley: Jamie ‑‑
Jamie: We're going to go somewhere where the world can't intrude on us.
Marley: What do you mean? Where are you taking me?
Jamie: Put your coat on, come on!
Marley: Jamie, listen ‑‑
Jamie: No questions.
Marley: No questions? Now I can't ask any more questions?
Jamie: Let's go.
Vicky: So Jake the dirtbag is actually going to recover?
Ryan: Well, no one's talking about a full recovery yet.
Vicky: Really. Then there's hope? He might be a vegetable or something?
Ryan: Look, all I know is that he's regaining consciousness. I'll know a lot more when I get back to the hospital.
Vicky: You're leaving now?
Ryan: Yeah, I gotta.
Vicky: Oh. Then I guess this is good‑bye.
Ryan: You ‑‑ you mean you're not going to stick around now?
Vicky: What for?
Ryan: No reason, I just thought that you might want to find out what Jake has gotta say.
Vicky: What's to find out? My lovely mother already told me. She slept with him, and she shot him.
Ryan: Well, I guess if you're not interested in ‑‑
Vicky: Well, no. Not enough to stay here.
Ryan: So, I ‑‑ I guess this really is good‑bye then.
Vicky: Yeah, I guess. Give Jake my worst.
Ryan: Right. Take care of yourself, Vicky.
Vicky: I will. And, uh, you do the same. I mean, uh, you take care, too.
Ryan: Yeah. See you.
Vicky: Bye, Ryan.
Frankie: Hi, I cannot believe I am late. Oh, jeez, is Gregory asleep?
Sharlene: It's ok. Yes, he ‑‑ don't worry about talking, he likes noise. I had to feed him, and then he just conked out.
Frankie: Oh, I ‑‑ I had it all planned, and then I got caught up on my case, and that's why I'm late. Oh, hi, sweetie pie. How's my guy?
Sharlene: You ok?
Frankie: Yeah, I'm fine. Oh, Sharlene, look at him. He gets bigger and bigger every day. He just gets more beautiful. Hi, honey. I'm thinking of having a baby, you know?
Sharlene: Come again?
Frankie: You heard me.
Sharlene: You ‑‑ you, have a baby? You who said you should always be married at least 10 years before you even had children?
Frankie: I know what I said, Sharlene.
Sharlene: Yeah, but, Frankie, you're the one who never wanted to be tied down.
Frankie: Yeah, well, I changed my mind.
Sharlene: Uh‑uh, no, and I seem to remember something else about you saying having babies was bad for the ecosystem, something ‑‑
Frankie: I made a couple of dumb statements, ok? Will you give me a break?
Sharlene: Honey, I was just joking. Come on, lighten up. I ‑‑ I think it's great that you want to have a baby.
Frankie: Yeah, it is great.
Sharlene: How does Cass feel about it?
Frankie: We haven't talked about it yet.
Sharlene: Oh. Is everything ok?
Frankie: Yeah. Everything's ok. Everything's better than ok. Just, not great. You know, not like they used to be.
Sharlene: You want to talk about it?
Frankie: We had this big fight last night, but we made up, sort of. Before I came over.
Sharlene: What's wrong, Frankie? I mean, really wrong?
Sharlene: Oh, don't give me that, Frankie. Come on. You were acting strangely at the christening.
Frankie: I am a strange person, Sharlene. Everybody knows this.
Sharlene: Would ‑‑ uh‑uh ‑‑ would you just talk to me? Now come on, you haven't been acting the same since you got back from San Antonio.
Frankie: It's this case I'm working on, ok? It's something I can't talk about that takes up a lot of my time.
Sharlene: Tell me about San Antonio.
Frankie: Well, there's nothing to tell. I didn't have a very good time. You know how Mama can be.
Sharlene: Yes I do.
Frankie: So need I say more?
Sharlene: No. Especially since I talked to Emma this morning and you didn't see her in San Antonio last week because she wasn't in San Antonio last week. Now, Frankie, why are you lying to everybody?
Cass' voice: Kathleen!
Cass: How could she have survived?
Dean: Hey, Cass, what's going on, man?
Cass: Hey, Dean. Not much. How about you?
Dean: I'm just ‑‑ I'm glad you're home. I'm glad you're home. I need a little advice from you.
Cass: About what?
Dean: Well, it's just business, business, business. Matt and I, we ‑‑ well, we needed an old head to throw a little wisdom our way.
Cass: Uh, what kind of head was that, Dean?
Dean: Well, what I'm saying is that you ‑‑ I ‑‑ you know, you're the brainiest, most intellectual guy I happen to know, so ‑‑
Cass: That's more like it. You may proceed, young Dean.
Dean: Thank you. This is the deal, this is the deal. We were just ‑‑ just talking now to some equipment retailers, right? And these guys ‑‑ we wanted to change the video loft over to a recording studio, you know? Their prices, though, are, like, out of this world, Cass. A little bit more than what Matt and I wanted to spend, you know what I'm saying? Not that we're pinching pennies, because we're not doing that.
Cass: Could we talk about this some other time, Dean?
Dean: Well, yeah. I mean, yeah, we could.
Dean: Uh, wait a minute. Cass, I hope you don't think that I'm trying to hit you up here for an investment, because I'm not. We've got cash, see. But what we need is the equipment. Even some of that stuff that Jake had, you know, might have worked for us. I was even kind of counting on the stuff when we took over the lease and all, you know?
Cass: Look, Dean ‑‑
Dean: Then they cleaned out the place completely and I've been looking for the stash ever since. Where they stashed it.
Cass: That's right. The landlord said the woman showed up and bought the stuff.
Dean: Yeah, yeah. Somebody from Jake's family, and she signed McKinnon to the invoice, remember?
Cass: That's right.
Dean: I don't know. We would love to make an offer on the stuff, you know? It's too bad you never found her.
Bridget: Victoria, do you want to hear my shocking news?
Vicky: Bridget, what happened to my gold bustier?
Bridget: Oh, you had a tear in it and you told me to give it away.
Vicky: Oh, yeah, that's right.
Bridget: But don't you want to hear my shocking news? It came over on the police scanner.
Vicky: Let me guess. Jake came out of the coma, and Ryan was told to go to the hospital immediately.
Bridget: You knew.
Vicky: Bridget, you've got to wake up pretty early in the morning to tell me something I don't know about Jake.
Bridget: I don't understand.
Vicky: Oh, my blow‑dryer. I almost forgot.
Bridget: Ah. Victoria, you're not moving to Chicago today, are you?
Vicky: Why wouldn't I?
Bridget: Well, I mean, Jake may have something to say?
Vicky: Bridget, I've heard Jake talk. Believe me, it's not that fascinating.
Bridget: Well, you know what I mean.
Vicky: Oh, books, books.
Bridget: Victoria ‑‑
Vicky: I have a feeling I'll be doing a lot of reading while I'm there.
Bridget: Victoria ‑‑
Vicky: Oh, and I've still got to get in touch with Jamie, because we've got to go over how we're going to work out the visitation with Steven.
Bridget: Victoria, listen to me. Will you please tell me what's going on?
Vicky: Why do you keep asking me what's going on? I've leased a fabulous place in Chicago, and I'm starting over. End of discussion.
Bridget: No, it's not.
Bridget: You're going to sit right down here, and you're going to tell me the real reason why you are leaving town.
Vicky: Bridget, I have to finish packing.
Bridget: This is all about Ryan, isn't it?
Vicky: Would you let go of me, please?
Bridget: Will you answer me?
Vicky: I have already told you why I'm leaving.
Bridget: And I've told you that I don't believe you.
Vicky: Well, that's not my problem.
Bridget: No, it's not. Your problem is that you're too stupid to realize how much that young man loves you.
Vicky: Bridget, you never talk to me like that.
Bridget: Well maybe if I had, you'd have some sense now.
Vicky: Well, who says I don't realize it? Who says I don't realize how much I love him?
Bridget: Well then, why are you running away?
Vicky: Because love isn't enough. Not in my life.
Bridget: Oh, now that doesn't make sense.
Vicky: You know, Bridget, in my head, I almost believe that I can make things work with Ryan, but in my gut, I know that I would end up ruining everything again. Just like I did with Jake, and Jamie, and now Marley. God, I've even hurt you. You tell me who I haven't hurt.
Bridget: Oh, stop it.
Vicky: I'm not going to do that to Ryan, and I'm certainly not going to stick around and wait for him to dump me.
Bridget: You're unlovable. Is that it?
Vicky: Pretty much.
Bridget: So you're just going to give up. And you're going to slink away, and you're not going to even try.
Vicky: I ‑‑ I ‑‑ I am not slinking away. I am just starting over. I've had one rotten experience in Bay City after another. I've always wanted to live in Chicago. And do ‑‑ do you know how many business opportunities there are there for me? I mean, I could start my own company. Hell, I could even buy another company and take it over. And it's a perfect location. That's something I really have to talk to my accountant about. Anyway, I'm going to be near enough to Bay City for Steven, and I'm going to be living in one of the greatest cities in the country. Bridget, I need a big city. You know, I need the excitement and the stimulation. I'm just not a small-town type of person.
Bridget: Neither am I.
Bridget: No, I mean, you can take so much of a small town, and then you have to move on.
Vicky: Bridget... you're not coming with me.
Bridget: Why not?
Vicky: Because you ‑‑ you have your life here, and a home. All your friends are here. Dad and Marley ‑‑ your bowling team. You think I'm going to ask you to give that life up for me?
Bridget: But you are my life, Victoria. You always have been.
Vicky: You're going to try and make me cry now, aren't you?
Bridget: You know, I remember. I remember when they first put you in my arms. Such a wee little thing. You had big brown eyes and you had such rosy cheeks, and a toothless smile. And you didn't have a hair on your head. Oh, dear, I was so worried until this wee little fuzz finally started to come.
Vicky: Like Stevenís?
Bridget: Oh, no, no. Steven had much more hair than you, dear.
Bridget: It was almost two years before the fuzz started to come. I was so relieved.
Vicky: Did you think I would be a baldy forever?
Bridget: Oh, yeah. And you were so beautiful. Even when you were cross and you started to cry, your face all got red. Oh, you did cry. You needed so much.
Vicky: And you always gave me everything I needed.
Bridget: How can I leave you now?
Vicky: Because I need to be on my own now. I love you.
Bridget: You know, when you first came to Bay City, you always wanted so much. Are you sure that you want to leave now?
Vicky: I have to.
Bridget: All right. Well... I'm coming with you.
Vicky: Bridget ‑‑
Bridget: Oh no, no, now you need somebody with you now.
Vicky: I ‑‑ are you sure?
Bridget: Well, I've heard they've got lots of bowling in Chicago.
Vicky: All right, all right, I'm not gonna argue with you. We'll blow this pop stand together, baby.
Bridget: Oh, that's grand. Now then, you've got to hear my plan.
Vicky: Your what?
Bridget: My plan. Oh, I started to make a plan once I first found out you were very serious about doing all of this.
Vicky: Bridget ‑‑
Vicky: You kook. All right. What is this plan?
Bridget: Well, then ‑‑ first ‑‑ well, you ‑‑ you're going to leave today, and then I'm going to close up the house, and I'm going to organize everything, and them I'm going to say good‑bye to all my friends, and then I'm going to see you in Chicago in a day or two, aye? All right?
Vicky: Sounds ‑‑ sounds good to me, ok. I'm leaving around four.
Bridget: Oh, well then you better finish packing. Go on now, and I'll go find something for you to take on your trip.
Bridget: And, um, oh, Victoria, you'd better write down your address for me. Where are you going to be in Chicago?
Vicky: Oh, yes.
Bridget: I won't be able to find you if you don't do that.
Vicky: 15 Lakeshore.
Bridget: Oh, there we are. Thank you, dear.
Bridget: Well, now, I'll, uh, I'll just be a jiffy.
Frankie: Ok, you're right. I didn't see Mama. I just told everyone I did.
Sharlene: Including Cass.
Frankie: Including Cass.
Sharlene: I can't imagine you lying to Cass about anything.
Frankie: I didn't used to. But this is different.
Sharlene: How so?
Frankie: Well, it's ‑‑ this case, the dangerous part was down in San Antonio, and Cass didn't want me to take the case in the first place, so I went down without saying anything.
Sharlene: And lied about Emma?
Frankie: Yeah, I used her as a cover. What, Sharlene? What are you rolling your eyes at me for?
Sharlene: Uh, because you're still lying to me.
Frankie: Oh, Sharlene ‑‑
Sharlene: Oh, come on, Frankie, I know you. If you wanted to take a case, you'd take a case, and if Cass didn't like it, then you'd just have it out with him. You'd tell him exactly how you feel. You wouldn't go slinking around like this.
Frankie: That Frankie is on hiatus, ok?
Sharlene: Would you stop? This is me you're talking to. Now come on. Sit down. I want you to relax.
Frankie: I am relaxed.
Sharlene: You're not relaxed, you're a wreck.
Frankie: Sharlene, everything is fine, ok? Everything is fine.
Sharlene: No, everything is not fine. I can tell.
Frankie: Tell what?
Sharlene: Frankie, whatever this is, you've got to talk to somebody about it.
Frankie: Maybe I do.
Sharlene: What is wrong, sweetheart?
Frankie: If I can't talk to you about it, who can I talk to?
Sharlene: There you go.
Frankie: I was down in San Antonio last week, but it wasn't on a case. It was a private matter. Cass' first wife, Kathleen, is still alive.
Ryan: I thought Jake was supposed to be coming out of his coma.
John: He may be, but he remains semi‑comatose.
Ryan: Well, can you give me a time frame on this? It's important, John.
John: I ‑‑ I really realize that. But there's no way that I can predict anything. No one can. Every case is different.
Ryan: Well, has he said anything?
John: He mumbled something, but I think he was probably just reacting to our voices.
Ryan: Come on, Jake. Wake up.
John: At least he's making progress, Ryan.
Ryan: But he's going to come back to normal, right? I mean, his ‑‑ his mental functions, his memory?
John: There's no way we can fully assess the damage until he starts to speak.
Ryan: Ok. I'm posting hospital security guards outside the door. I don't want anybody but hospital personnel to come in here.
John: Are you afraid someone might try to take a crack at him again?
Ryan: I don't know. What I do know is that this guy has got an awful lot of answers in his head. I want to hear them first.
Jamie: What do you think?
Marley: Oh, Jamie. It's just beautiful.
Jamie: I thought you might like it.
Marley: Oh, I ‑‑ this is ‑‑ this is like our room in Nice.
Jamie: That, my dear, is the whole idea. I wanted to bring you here when the time was right.
And I couldn't think of a better time than now.
Sharlene: Oh, Frankie. You better start at the beginning.
Frankie: I know this sounds crazy.
Sharlene: Just go ‑‑ go slow.
Frankie: Ok. Jamie told me that a mystery woman had been visiting Jake, and I found out that the hospital has a TV security system, so I started screening the tapes.
Sharlene: And what, she was on the tapes?
Frankie: Yes, she was. As big as life. I mean, I tried to make myself believe that it wasn't Kathleen, but it was, Sharlene.
Sharlene: Frankie, this is just too incredible.
Frankie: It was. And of course, I wanted to track her down, so after a few misfires that I won't bore you with, I traced her to San Antonio. And I flew down and talked to her.
Sharlene: You talked to her? You actually talked to her?
Frankie: Yeah, I get goose bumps every time I think about this.
Sharlene: It ‑‑ no wait. Now, Frankie, she didn't get in touch with Cass? She didn't let him know?
Sharlene: Why not?
Frankie: I told you, this is really weird.
Sharlene: And you've kept it from Cass, too.
Frankie: The worst part is, not only is Kathleen still alive, she may be in real trouble.
Sharlene: And why? Why do you say that?
Frankie: Because of the way she acted. This is just so damn weird.
Sharlene: So you're keeping this from Cass because ‑‑ because she could be in some kind of trouble? What ‑‑
Frankie: Oh, I don't know if that's why I'm keeping it from him. I ‑‑ I tried to tell him a few times. But you know, if Kathleen doesn't want him to know that she's alive ‑‑
Sharlene: Is that what she said?
Frankie: Yeah, in no uncertain terms.
Sharlene: Frankie, he has a right to know. She was his wife.
Frankie: Don't you think I know that, Sharlene?
Sharlene: Yes, absolutely, yes.
Frankie: I should tell him. I have to tell him. But I'm afraid, Sharlene. I'm afraid.
Sharlene: Because of how much he loved her.
Frankie: I know Cass better than anybody. And that love is not dead.
Sharlene: He married you, Frankie. He loves you.
Frankie: But Kathleen knows what they had together. And she hinted ‑‑ no, she did not hint to me, she made it perfectly clear that if Cass knows that she's alive, I might lose him. And I think she may be right.
Sharlene: I don't believe that.
Frankie: They were madly in love with each other. Everybody says that.
Sharlene: Frankie, if it was all so perfect, then why is she pretending that she's dead?
Frankie: Oh, I don't know. This is ‑‑ this is so strange.
Sharlene: Oh, Frankie, I agree with you. But can you really live with yourself if you don't tell Cass?
Frankie: All right. I know what I have to do now. I have to tell Cass the truth.
Cass: And this woman came and picked up the equipment.
Dean: Yeah. Well, she probably didn't do it herself. She probably had a couple of guys do it, or something.
Cass: Did the landlord describe her?
Dean: No, why?
Cass: I'm just curious as to how she got the stuff out and if there was any inventory taken.
Dean: Mm, inventory I don't know about.
Cass: And you never saw the woman.
Dean: No. I wish I had, you kidding me? You think I should talk to Victor?
Cass: Who's Victor?
Cass: Now he had to have dealt with her or some lawyer representing her, right? Um, maybe I should take Victor's number. Have you got it?
Dean: Yeah, yeah, I think I've got his card or something.
Cass: And I'll give him a call later, you know.
Dean: All right, so this means that you're going to help us ‑‑
Cass: Hey, I'm not making any promises.
Dean: That's cool, I mean, we don't need promises, Cass.
Cass: I will talk to Victor. In the meantime, I think it's best if we just keep this between the two of us for now.
Dean: Whatever. Whatever you say.
Cass: I don't want to get Matt's hopes up for nothing.
Dean: Right, right.
Cass: Since there's every chance that nothing is what's going to happen anyway.
Dean: Whatever you do, whatever happens, we appreciate it. We really appreciate it.
Cass: Hey, please.
Dean: All right, well, I gotta go practice.
Cass: Dean, don't talk to Frankie about this either, all right?
Cass: She thinks I'm butting into your life too much as it is, you know how she gets.
Dean: All right, cool.
Cass: Ok, good.
Cass: Go practice.
Cass: Yes, can I speak to Victor, please?
Ryan: Well, actually, I was planning on having a party tomorrow night. Mm‑hmm. Yeah, I was hoping you could come. That's great, Amanda. Well, then, yeah. I'll call you tomorrow and tell you what time, ok? Ok, talk to you later. Bye‑bye. Bridget. You come here to check on Jake?
Bridget: No. I asked about him, but that's not why I'm here.
Bridget: I came here to find you. I was hoping I could pound some sense into that thick skull of yours.
Ryan: Bridget, could you just keep your voice down a little?
Bridget: Victoria's leaving today.
Ryan: I know.
Bridget: Why aren't you there, stopping her?
Ryan: Well, why the hell should I?
Bridget: You watch your language.
Ryan: Ok. Why the heck should I stop her doing something that she wants to do?
Bridget: Because you love her.
Ryan: That doesn't have anything to do with this.
Bridget: It has everything to do with it.
Ryan: Look, I've gotten nothing but grief from Vicky since the day that I met her. Who needs it? Who needs to be miserable?
Bridget: Oh my! Look who we have here. The perfect man.
Ryan: Did I say I was perfect?
Bridget: Well, you certainly implied it.
Ryan: Look, all I'm implying is that it's not my fault. I'm not the one who won't give Vicky and me another chance.
Bridget: So you think that she's ‑‑ she's pushing you away for the fun of it?
Ryan: What difference does it make as to why she's doing it?
Bridget: The reason why she's doing it is because she's frightened. It's not because she doesn't love you. You know that as well as I do.
Ryan: I have to talk to Jakeís doctors. Excuse me.
Bridget: No, you wait a minute. I have something for you. It's Victoriaís address in Chicago.
Ryan: Thanks, if it'll make you happy.
Bridget: I'm going with her, you know.
Ryan: Good. She's gonna need you.
Bridget: No. You're the one she needs.
Ryan: Look, Bridget ‑‑
Bridget: No. You came into her life. And you changed everything completely. You know, you taught her something that I have been trying to teach her for years. That she's worthy of being loved. And I certainly thought she taught you something.
Ryan: Bridget, she did. But ‑‑
Bridget: She's frightened. But she does know now that you love her. And that is a good place for the two of you to start over again.
Ryan: Look, I can't do ‑‑
Bridget: Listen, you talked to me about all the grief that she's given you. I happen to know that she's given you a great deal back. Will you ever find a woman that's as exciting as she is? As passionate as she is? The two of you understand each other. Why else would you ever get through that terrible trial together?
Ryan: Yeah. And then she ‑‑ and then she cut us right off. As soon as the obstacles were over, she walked away.
Bridget: Oh, but she loves you. And don't you ever forget that. And I'm going to tell you something, laddie, you are never going to find that kind of love again. But if you're foolish enough to throw it away, you go right ahead and do it. She's leaving at 4:00. You call her. You stop her making this terrible mistake.
John: Excuse me, Taylor.
Taylor: No problem.
John: I didn't see you there.
Taylor: Now you look like a man who could use a cup of coffee.
John: Well, what I could use is some time at home with my family. The next time I see my son, he'll probably be in college.
Taylor: I know. You've been working so hard these past couple of days. So, I thought I would track you down and see if I could talk you out ‑‑ into taking a break.
John: Break, break. Let's see, what's that?
Taylor: It's something that every good man needs once in a while. A little R&R. Come on, my treat.
John: Listen, I would love to. But I really don't have the time.
Taylor: They've certainly got you on the run.
Taylor: What does Sharlene have to say about all this?
John: I haven't had a chance to talk to her.
Taylor: Well, doesn't she call?
John: Well, of course she does. But she's very busy with the baby.
Taylor: Oh, how's little Gregory doing?
John: He's doing great. Although he does seem to have his days and nights turned around.
Taylor: Sounds a little like my schedule.
Taylor: Well, the clinic in the morning, and the private patients in the evening ‑‑ John, it's almost dinner. Are you sure you can't take a few minutes away?
John: No, no. Thank you very much, but I had a sandwich about an hour ago.
Taylor: Ok. Just must be kind of hard on Sharlene. Babies can be so exhausting.
John: Well, Sharlene's pretty tough. She sounds great on the phone.
John: You seem surprised.
Taylor: Well, I just hope that she's not suppressing her feelings.
John: Or protecting mine?
Taylor: You may be right.
John: I may be wrong. Is that what you're saying?
Taylor: No. No, no, no, no. I'm sure that she is coping beautifully and so are you.
John: Yes, as a matter of fact, I am. But my patients arenít. So, I gotta get going.
Taylor: Ok. Well, I'll be around if you change your mind.
John: See you later.
[Elevator bell rings]
Judy: There you are.
Judy: Your secretary said to look on the sixth floor. The nurses there said, "try second." I've been up and down like a yo‑yo.
Taylor: Sounds like good exercise.
Judy: Listen, doc, I got all the exercise I can handle, if you know what I mean. What did you want to see me about?
Taylor: Look, uh, why don't you come to my office and I'll tell you, ok?
Judy: All right.
Taylor: This way.
Dean: Frankie! I am so glad you're home. All right, I got this new hot idea for a song, ok ‑‑
Frankie: Is Cass home?
Dean: Uh, no. But tell me what you think about this, ok? I came across a book of poetry. T.S. Eliot.
Frankie: When did he leave?
Dean: Who, Elliot?
Dean: Aw, I don't know. A while ago. "The Waste land." Set it to music. What do you think?
Frankie: Where did he go?
Dean: I don't know, Frankie. One minute he was here, the next minute he was gone.
Man: Mr. Winthrop.
Cass: Mr. Lanning?
Mr. Lanning: Mm‑hmm.
Cass: Thank you for seeing me on such short notice.
Mr. Lanning: You didn't tell me what this was all about over the phone.
Cass: That's right, I didnít.
Mr. Lanning: What can I do for you?
Cass: There was a woman who took some equipment out of Jake McKinnonís loft, and I understand you served as her liaison. Yes. We have to talk.
Sharlene: And if that cart and bull turn over, Papa's gonna buy you a dog named Rover and if that mockingbird don't sing ‑‑
Sharlene: Mama's telephone is going to ring hello?
Sharlene: Hi, who's this?
Judy: Sharly, it's me, Judy.
Judy: Listen, I'm sorry I didn't make it the other day. That lead I gave you was all wrong.
Sharlene: What lead?
Judy: The one about Donna Hudson.
Sharlene: Uh, I don't know what you're talking ‑‑
Judy: Aw, listen, I heard what happened at the warehouse. I feel just terrible about it. I bet everything worked out beautiful, didn't it? Hey, how is the baby?
Sharlene: Look, do I know you?
Judy: Oh, Sharly. You were always a kidder. Listen, I just called to let you know I'm coming by tomorrow, like I planned, and we'll talk ‑‑ we'll have a long talk, ok? Bye‑bye, Sharly.
Sharlene: Uh Ė
John: Ryan, there's really nothing more I can tell you.
Ryan: So there hasn't been any change since I last talked to you?
John: I will let you know if there is.
Jamie: I love you so much.
Marley: I love you, Jamie.
Jamie: Are you ok?
Marley: Mm‑hmm. I feel so happy. For the first time in so long, I feel like everything is right.
Jamie: And don't you ever forget it.
Marley: From now on, you'll be my family. My life.
Jamie: I've waited so long to hear you say that, Marley.
Marley: When I feel confused, I'll just turn to you and get centered.
Jamie: From now on, we only depend on each other.
Marley: And you'll make me forget about Jake. And what he did. And I'll only remember your touch. And your love. And everything will be whole again.
Jake: No. No, give me the gun. Not you.
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