[an error occurred while processing this directive]
Another World Transcript Thursday 2/15/07
[an error occurred while processing this directive]
Proofread By Ebele
Ryan: Oh ‑‑
Vicky: [Laughing] Well, well?
Ryan: Well ‑‑
Vicky: Here ‑‑ here we are.
Ryan: How did you talk the mayor into this again?
Vicky: I told you, he's a friend of my fatherís.
Ryan: You know, I know a great couple of country inns right down the ‑‑
Vicky: Yeah, I know a lot of them, too. This is much better, complete privacy. [Laughing]
Ryan: You know, things didn't work out so great the last time we borrowed this lodge.
Vicky: They started out pretty well, didn't they?
Ryan: Best night of my life.
Vicky: Mine, too.
Ryan: Yeah, but then you ran away as quickly as you could as soon as you found out how much we felt for each other. The only thing that was running faster than your legs was your mouth.
Vicky: I panicked, ok.
Ryan: Yeah, you deliberately tried to wreck everything that we had, and it almost worked.
Vicky: But it didn't, did it?
Ryan: I guess not.
Vicky: I want to start over here, Ryan. I want to make everything right this time.
Ryan: It's going to take a lot to wipe away all the bad vibes that are here.
Vicky: A lot of what?
Ryan: A lot of...
Vicky: My goal ‑‑
Vicky: Is to erase every single one of those vibes if you give me a chance. You won't regret it.
Ryan: Hmm. Famous last words.
Kathleen: I know this won't be easy, and it certainly isn't smart. But I ‑‑ I can't do it again. I can't leave everyone behind.
Cass: All right, we'll go public with this as soon as possible.
Kathleen: I agree.
Cass: Good. I'll call Felicia and see if we can get you to appear on her show tomorrow.
Kathleen: Ok, I guess I could make some kind of statement.
Cass: You're going to make a lot of people happy, Kathleen.
Kathleen: Well, not everyone, certainly not Carl.
Kathleen: I hope I can do this.
Cass: Well, you don't have to do it alone. You don't have to do anything alone anymore. I'll ‑‑ I'll try Felicia.
Joe: I must talk with you about this before you go through with it.
Frankie: Joe's not taking this too well. Have you noticed?
Cass: Yeah, I guess it's natural that he blames me.
Frankie: I didn't think it was your tie that was bothering him.
Cass: Kathleen is taking a huge risk, you know? He thinks I'm pushing her.
Frankie: Are you?
Cass: She's ‑‑ she wants desperately to stop running, and she's willing to put her life on the line to do it.
Frankie: There's only one small problem with that, Cass. She's putting a lot of other people's lives on the line, too.
Felicia: I'm coming, hold on. Ok, I'm coming. What the ‑‑ Jenna? Oh, my God.
Cass: Come on, Felicia. Come on, pick up. Nope, no answer.
Frankie: I guess she's not home yet.
Cass: I'll try again a little later.
Frankie: So what do we do now?
Cass: Well, I think Kathleen should prepare a statement for the broadcast and then run it by me.
Kathleen: Ok, Joe and I can do that right now.
Cass: Good, Frankie and I have some things we have to go over.
Frankie: We do?
Cass: Yeah, will you excuse us?
Kathleen: No problem.
Kathleen: Don't start. I know you hate this.
Joe: At least you know it. That's something.
Kathleen: Please don't sulk, Joe.
Joe: I don't sulk. I get alarmed. Carl Hutchins does not play around, in case you forgot.
Kathleen: I havenít.
Joe: But you're still going to make yourself a walking target?
Kathleen: Isn't that what I've been doing for the last few years?
Joe: He couldn't find you, but now you're going to throw all that away.
Kathleen: I'm not throwing it away.
Joe: If you wanted to die, I don't know why you just didn't do it in Alaska and save everyone a lot of trouble.
Kathleen: Especially you, right?
Great, well, this is perfect then. You're off the hook. I've been your responsibility long enough.
Joe: Kathleen ‑‑
Kathleen: I can be off your hands for good.
Joe: That's not what I want.
Kathleen: Joe, I have tried it your way, ok? I canít. It's killing me.
Joe: I guess I should have known it was going to turn out like this.
Kathleen: Like what?
Joe: That you couldn't let go of Winthrop.
Kathleen: This isn't about Cass!
Joe: The hell it isnít.
Kathleen: Joe, it is our chance to stop running. Don't you understand that? To be able to have my friends back, to be able to call my family if I want to, to have my name back.
Joe: I know that's what you believe, but I know how you think.
Kathleen: You do, and how's that?
Joe: You think Hutchins had Jake shot. So Cass will be next. You're trying to be the heroine again.
Kathleen: That's not true.
Joe: You're doing this for Cass just like the last time. And I know because I was there, remember?
Joe: But tell me, what's in it for you, baby? I mean, the man's already married to someone else.
Frankie: [Sighs] Alone at last. Joke, that was a joke. Remember jokes?
Cass: How are you doing?
Frankie: I'm better. How about you?
Cass: Talk to me.
Frankie: There's not a whole lot to say. From where I sit, things are in your hands, yours and Kathleenís.
Cass: You know, what do you expect me to do? She was my wife.
Frankie: Oh, I just wish you and everyone else would stop saying that. Oh.
Cass: I'm sorry.
Frankie: So am I.
Cass: It's just that she needs my help.
Frankie: I know she does, and you're a good person, and you're helping her. And I understand why. Does that mean I have to like it?
Cass: Of course it doesnít. You've gone above and beyond what anyone could ever expect.
Frankie: So have you. So isn't it great that we're both so wonderful?
Cass: I love you. And I'm sorry I'm hurting you so much.
Frankie: This Hutchins guy sounds like a maniac. What if he does something to you?
Cass: To me?
Frankie: I have a bad feeling about this, Cass.
Cass: It's ok, baby. It will all be over soon.
Frankie: How can it be over when it's not even out in the open yet?
Cass: By this time tomorrow, it will be all over Bay City, and then it will be someone else's problem.
Frankie: Oh, well, that will be a first.
Cass: Don't lose faith, Frankie. I need you.
Frankie: I need you, too. I need you so much.
Cass: Whatever happens, we're going to be ok. You've got to believe that.
Ryan: Your plan is working.
Vicky: Oh, I'm so glad to hear it.
Ryan: Mm-hmm. You know, this place is starting to look ‑‑
Ryan: A lot better.
Vicky: [Laughs] Don't you think we're getting a little ahead of ourselves?
Vicky: Ryan, we have ‑‑
Vicky: We have some things to do ‑‑
Ryan: Oh, yeah.
Vicky: Before we, you know ‑‑ [Laughing] All right, ok, first, we need to make a fire, ok? That's your ‑‑ that's your job.
Ryan: Ok, all right, I think I can ‑‑ I think I can light a fire, although I've got to tell you, it's getting a little hot in here already.
Vicky: Ok, I want you to bring in enough wood to last us all night. Ok?
Ryan: Sounds like you've got some big plans.
Vicky: I do.
Ryan: Anything else, hmm?
Vicky: There's champagne in the fridge.
Ryan: Uh‑huh, all right, I can handle that.
Vicky: Chill the glasses.
Ryan: Now what are you going to be doing this entire time? I mean, other than giving orders.
Vicky: Oh, oh, I have plenty to keep me occupied.
Ryan: Oh, yeah?
Ryan: Like what?
Vicky: Like it's a surprise. Get out, and make the fire.
Ryan: Vicky, Vicky, the champagne is ready. The fire is ready. I'm ready. Vicky!
Vicky: I'm out here.
Vicky: On the back deck. Come on out, and bring the bubbly.
Ryan: I'm coming.
Vicky: I know it's a little late, but happy Valentine's Day.
Dean: You come to me like an angel in the wind and when I touch your hand together we begin we could have tomorrow if we just start today look inside our hearts to find the words we're scared to say nothing can stand in the way of love nothing can break you down if you're strong enough don't be afraid I've got the faith in us 'cause nothing can stand in the way of love ‑‑
Jenna: Hey, I wrote that.
Dean: Hey, what's up?
Jenna: What do you think you're doing? That's the poem I gave to Felicia, Dean.
Dean: Well, yeah, some of it is.
Jenna: Yeah, well, you weren't supposed to see it, let alone steal it.
Dean: Well, I didn't ‑‑ I didn't steal it. I just ‑‑ I just ‑‑ I put it to music.
Jenna: Yeah, without even asking me.
Dean: I didn't think that you'd mind.
Jenna: Those are my words, aren't they? Well, you can't just use them like that. Anyway, you changed them all around.
Dean: Well, I'm sorry. I was inspired so I improvised a little bit.
Jenna: A little bit? You made it into a love song.
Dean: I'm glad that you could tell. Did you like it?
Jenna: I can't believe you went behind my back.
Dean: Whoa, whoa, whoa, forget about what I did, ok? Just ‑‑ did you like it? Do you like the music? Do you like the melody?
Jenna: I don't know, maybe if I heard a little more.
Dean: All right.
[Keyboard music begins]
Dean: I could give you reasons why we weren't meant to be and everyone looks foolish when you're lying next to me we could both be dancers perfectly in time turn in to the music it's only yours and mine you know, does ‑‑
Jenna: What about the rest?
Dean: You don't need to hear the rest. It's not very good. You're right.
Jenna: It's good, and you know it.
Dean: So you do like it?
Jenna: Yeah, I like it a lot, especially the lyrics.
Dean: Oh, great, ok, you're going to take the credit. That's fine.
Jenna: You just said yourself, my words inspired you.
Dean: Well, yeah, yeah, ‑‑
Dean: They did. I guess they did. But what do you think of the song, the melody? What do you think of the ‑‑ my song?
Jenna: It's odd because ‑‑ well, you come off as a show‑off and a mister know‑it‑all, but your music isn't at all like that.
Jenna: No, I mean, there's always a little bit of sadness in everything you write. It's like you understand what someone else is feeling.
Dean: Well, I'm just trying to write what will sell, you know? I wouldn't take the whole thing too seriously.
Jenna: Oh, give me a break, Dean. The only thing you take seriously is your music.
Dean: Jenna, I'm a professional. If it doesn't make money, forget about it, you know?
Jenna: Yes, you're very hard‑nosed.
Dean: Can we just drop this please?
Dean: Because I know why you came by. You came to see if Matt was here, and he's not, ok. So you can just go home. It's fine.
Jenna: I came by here to talk to you.
Dean: To me, why?
Jenna: Well, I've got to talk to someone.
Dean: Am I supposed to be flattered?
Jenna: Please, Dean, it's about Felicia.
Lucas: Felicia, I got here as soon as I can. Are you all right?
Felicia: I'm better now. I mean, look at this place.
Lucas: Yeah, I can see it. Where's Jenna?
Felicia: I don't know. I don't know. She can't be with Matt. He's away.
Lucas: It's good that she was out.
Felicia: Out? You know what I thought when I couldn't find her.
Lucas: Yes, that she was hurt.
Felicia: Or that somebody might have taken her.
Lucas: Oh, I saw her earlier.
Lucas: She was going to meet some friends from school.
Felicia: You think that she might still be with them?
Lucas: Yeah, just try not to worry, ok?
Felicia: To think I was so upset when Dean broke in here.
Lucas: This is not Dean's work. Was the lock broken?
Felicia: No, no, why?
Lucas: This looks like a professional job.
Felicia: Oh, that's great. That makes me feel a lot better.
Lucas: Was that ‑‑ what was taken?
Felicia: I don't know, nothing that I can see ‑‑
Lucas: Well, that's what I want you to look ‑‑
Felicia: But I haven't checked with everything. Why would professional thieves come in here and not take anything?
Lucas: I don't know, but that's what I'm gonna find out.
Felicia: Why ‑‑ you're not gonna leave?
Lucas: Oh, don't worry about it. Building security is right outside our door, and I'll be back soon. Don't open the door to anyone but me.
Felicia: Jenna ‑‑ what am I going to tell her?
Cass: What is this?
Kathleen: We're taking off. Joe got us a hotel room.
Frankie: You're not staying here?
Cass: I thought we were going to discuss the statement that you're going to make on the broadcast.
Kathleen: Let's do it in the morning, ok? I'm all talked out. Besides, I ‑‑ I can't impose on you guys any more than I already have.
Cass: You werenít.
Kathleen: Well, it's very nice of you to say that, Cass, but we all know that's not true. It's difficult enough without having to trip over one another.
Cass: Where are you staying?
Kathleen: A place Joe knows about, no names.
Cass: Is it safe?
Joe: As long as I'm with her, she'll be fine.
Cass: Oh, what's that supposed to mean, Joe?
Joe: Figure it out.
Kathleen: Joe ‑‑
Joe: And just for your information, the hotel is already under surveillance.
Cass: I'm relieved to hear it.
Joe: We'll have plenty of protection. Now I'm going to take these bags out. Are you coming?
Kathleen: I'll be right there.
Cass: Is this ok with you?
Kathleen: We'll be fine. What can I say? Thank you. You, too, Frankie. I'm very grateful.
Frankie: It's ok.
Cass: I wish we could do more.
Joe: You ready, baby?
Cass: How about leaving a number where I can reach you.
Joe: We can't ‑‑ we can't do that, but we will call to find out when this announcement happens.
Cass: Well, make it early because Felicia will probably want to do this live.
Kathleen: Ok. I'll see you tomorrow.
Cass: Yes, you will. And after tomorrow, you won't have to hide ever again.
Kathleen: If all goes well.
Cass: It will.
Frankie: It's getting late. I'll start dinner.
Cass: No, no, we're not cooking tonight.
Frankie: Why not?
Cass: Because you're going to put on that sexy black thing, and I'm going to put on my tuxedo, and we're going to go out.
Cass: That, my love, is classified.
Frankie: Well, I should have guessed that.
Cass: But I'll tell you this.
Cass: This is going to be a very elegant, completely romantic dinner for two.
Frankie: Two, as in me and you?
Frankie: No one will be joining us?
Cass: No one.
Frankie: What about surveillance?
Cass: Well, I thought we could handle that this way. We agree not to take our eyes off of each other.
Frankie: Sounds like heaven to me.
Ryan: You know, it is a very good thing that I didn't know about this tub last time or else I might have just thrown you right into it.
Vicky: I thought terraces were your specialty.
Ryan: You're not going to forget about that very easily, are you?
Vicky: It makes me feel less guilty about all the things I've done to you.
Ryan: What, are you keeping score?
Vicky: Mm‑hmm. [Laughs]
Ryan: I was just about to make a beautiful toast. This was an incredible idea. Now here is to you and ‑‑
Vicky: No, no, no ‑‑
Ryan: To this evening.
Vicky: No, no, no, the first toast has to be for you for being so amazingly ‑‑
Ryan: Excuse me?
Vicky: Shut up, I'm talking. Ok, wait, where was I? Um, for being so obnoxiously pig‑headed ‑‑
Ryan: Wait, now this is a toast?
Vicky: Ah, for being so loyal despite many obstacles both real and imagined.
Ryan: Ok, this is getting better.
Vicky: Ok, and for being so honest and continually wonderful. And for knowing me better than I know myself. I've missed you so much.
Ryan: Why didn't you say that before?
Vicky: And miss watching you guard my door and chase me all over Chicago, forget it.
Ryan: What, did you just want to see how far I would go? You little ‑‑
Kathleen: We've eaten a lot of pizza together, Joe.
Joe: Oh, that we have and a lot of it cold.
Kathleen: Thanks for standing by me.
Joe: I just hope you made the right decision.
Kathleen: Right or wrong, there's no going back. Eat your pizza before it gets cold.
Joe: Yes, ma'am. I'll tell you one thing I'll give that ex‑Winthrop of yours, he is a gambler.
Kathleen: You should have known him in the old days.
Joe: Oh, I wish I had, and, baby, I do know how hard this has been for you seeing him with another woman.
Kathleen: Yeah, we have to watch everything we say.
Joe: Huh, don't we all?
You know what?
Kathleen: It would be so much easier if there was a bad guy in all of this, if I could just hate her.
Joe: Her who? Frankie?
Kathleen: Mm‑hmm, it would be a lot easier if she were a prissy little junior leaguer or some stupid little bimbo that he used to always be fond of.
Joe: Oh, well, baby, he probably lost his desire for bimbos after he had been with you.
Kathleen: Think so?
Joe: I know so.
Kathleen: So because of me, he didn't marry some empty-headed little tootsie that I could just ignore. He married a woman that I could be friends with. Ain't I something?
Frankie: I thought for sure we would see Felicia. Do you think we should give her a call?
Cass: Yeah, we will after dinner.
Frankie: Oh, ok.
Cass: I think we should stop talking about tomorrow, stop thinking about it, about Kathleen, about everything. Hi, um, let me have a bottle of the '86 Montrose, please.
Frankie: And a mineral water, please.
Cass: Your finest. So why don't you tell me about what I missed when I was in New Orleans.
Frankie: What would you like to know?
Cass: Well, I heard that Jamie and Marley were back from Nice. Have you seen them?
Frankie: No, I really haven't had the time yet.
Cass: Have you seen Donna?
Frankie: No, but she's out of prison. Isn't that great?
Cass: Yeah, yeah, Stacey told me.
Frankie: Right, I was there when she called.
Cass: That was really something about the mechanic's testimony, huh?
Frankie: Yeah, she was trying to keep him quiet, but Michael got to him.
Cass: It doesn't seem to be coming back on Marley, does it?
Cass: I knew it wasn't Donna.
Cass: No one with a conscience would just wait around like that and keep quiet and let somebody that they love suffer.
Cass: Which means that nobody knows who shot Jake, right?
Frankie: The person who did it knows.
Cass: And who is that? Don't think about it. I want to hear your gut reaction.
Frankie: Cass ‑‑
Cass: Come on, you must have some kind of a strong feeling by now.
Frankie: No, I have no feelings about it whatsoever.
Cass: Oh, maybe it will come to you in a dream.
Frankie: My dreams have other priorities nowadays.
Cass: Frankie ‑‑
Frankie: This isn't working, honey. We have to talk about Kathleen, and we both know it.
Dean: So you're saying that Felicia has absolutely no idea how jumpy you are about this whole adoption thing?
Jenna: No, we haven't talked about it since she brought it up.
Dean: Why not? It's obviously bothering you, right?
Jenna: Yeah, but I've been avoiding her because I don't know what to say.
Dean: I thought that you could be straight with her. Why not?
Jenna: That's what she says, but I just feel pressured all the time.
Dean: What kind of pressure?
Jenna: Like she's watching me, wanting me to be happy all the time.
Dean: And that makes you uncomfortable?
Jenna: Yeah, I'm not used to being asked how I feel all the time.
Dean: I thought that she was real up‑front, Felicia, so why don't you just talk to her, tell her.
Jenna: It's not that easy, Dean. I don't want to hurt her. She's really trying to help me.
Dean: Jenna, you gotta do yourself a favor, all right? Stop trying to be so perfect. Just lay it on the line with her.
Jenna: I'm just afraid that she wants more from me than what I can give her.
Dean: No, she can handle it. Felicia, believe me, she can handle it. It's funny, you like Felicia a lot more than you like to admit that you do, don't you? I mean, the poem showed me that.
Jenna: Of course I do. I mean, she's a wonderful person. She's ‑‑ she's funny. She laughs all the time at herself, at the world. And, well, I've never been so fussed over in my whole life.
Dean: Sounds tough. I mean, I can see why you're upset.
Jenna: I just don't know if I want to be adopted. I mean, I already had a mother.
Dean: Yeah, but she's gone now, Jenna, and she told Felicia to please look out for you, you know?
Jenna: Yes, but that doesn't give Felicia the right to be my mother.
Dean: No, so?
Jenna: So she's got a lot of plans for the future.
Dean: All right, look, if she adopts you, then you sort of have to adopt her, too, right?
Jenna: What do you mean?
Dean: I mean, it's not all going to be, you know, Felicia spoiling little Jenna. You have to give something back. You have to sort of like have a responsibility to her, too, right? Maybe you're afraid of that. Are you?
Jenna: No, why, do you think I'm just a taker?
Dean: No, no, I donít. So what's the problem?
Jenna: Well, why should I get a new family?
Dean: I don't know. Where's the old family? I don't see one.
Jenna: I know my father's out there somewhere.
Dean: But you don't know where or even who he is.
Jenna: Yeah, but maybe he knows about me. Maybe he's trying to find me.
Dean: Oh, I get it, I get it, I get it. You think he's going to come back, maybe, someday, and he's going to swipe his little princess up and take her back to the palace. Is that right?
Jenna: I didn't say that.
Dean: Well, it's all over your face, honey.
Jenna: I just know that I'm going to meet him someday, and he's gonna be everything I ever imagined.
Dean: Which is what?
Jenna: Maybe a musician or maybe an artist or a poet who lives for his work.
Dean: But not his kid, right?
Jenna: Maybe he's afraid that he can't take care of me or maybe he travels a lot all over the world which is why no one can get a hold of him and why he doesn't know about me.
Dean: All right, look, ok, suppose that's all true. Suppose that's true, and he came back. Do you think that he'd start settling down, and he's going to change his ways just for you?
Jenna: I don't know. I mean, why not?
Dean: Just take my word for it. Most parents do what's best for them. Hey, my old man did. I don't care where my mother is, and I really could care less if I ever see my father again.
Jenna: I don't believe that.
Dean: Uh, Jenna, this life and this world does not promise us good parents, you know? It seems to me like Feliciaís done so much for you already, so much more than that winner of a father of yours.
Jenna: Ok, but if I choose Felicia, I'll be choosing Lucas, too.
Dean: Why, what's he got to do with it?
Jenna: Everything, she's gonna marry him.
Dean: She is?
Jenna: Yes, and no matter what she says, I just ‑‑ I don't trust him.
Lucas: I checked around the neighborhood.
Felicia: Did you find out anything?
Lucas: Yes, whoever got in this building, which is supposed to have top security, broke in, did a major number around here, and vanished into thin air. It had to be a pro.
Felicia: They didn't take any of my jewelry.
Lucas: How about TV ‑‑
Felicia: No, nothing, I mean, nothing that I can tell.
Lucas: They just looked through your papers?
Felicia: Yeah, every one of these files. Luke, I have no idea, what could they be looking for?
Lucas: I don't know, but I had a thought.
Felicia: What, tell me.
Lucas: Could this be connected to Jenna?
Lucas: Yeah, I told you I had some people checking into her background.
Felicia: People, thugs, you know, I was afraid this would happen.
Lucas: Maybe they stirred something up. Look, if the man is alive, maybe he came looking for her.
Felicia: Why can't he use the telephone or the doorbell? I mean, wouldn't that be better?
Lucas: Maybe he can't, Felicia. Maybe he has to stay hidden. Maybe he can't come after her.
Felicia: I really didn't need this today, not today.
Lucas: Well, what else happened today?
Felicia: Well, you're not going to believe this one, but Cass' wife ‑‑
Felicia: No, Kathleen.
Lucas: The one who died?
Felicia: She's alive. She's in Bay City. I saw her tonight.
Lucas: You're kidding.
Felicia: No, she's been in the witness protection program.
Lucas: Well, what is she doing seeing old friends?
Felicia: She says she can't stand to live like that anymore, always on the run. She's willing to take her chances with whoever she put away.
Lucas: What, is she crazy?
Felicia: Huh, Kathleen has always been just a little crazy.
Lucas: Felicia, that's a lot crazy.
Felicia: I know.
Lucas: How is Cass taking this?
Felicia: Very confused.
Lucas: Yeah, I'll bet.
Felicia: Luke ‑‑
Felicia: Kathleen may want to come onto my talk show to tell her story.
Lucas: Did you say yes?
Felicia: Well, she hasn't asked me yet, but if she does, of course I'm going to say she can.
Lucas: Do you think that somebody could be on to her plan already?
Felicia: I don't know, but I do know the name of the man that she put behind bars. In fact, well, I know a lot more about him than just that.
Lucas: Who is it?
Felicia: Carl Hutchins.
Lucas: Hutchins, you know him?
Felicia: Do you?
Lucas: Only by reputation. Fanny, he's cold‑blooded. I don't want you to have anything to do with him. What, is Cass crazy?
Cass: Nothing I say seems to help.
Frankie: I wish it could.
Cass: You say you're worried.
Frankie: Because I am.
Cass: Are the legal aspects of all of this getting to you?
Frankie: What legal aspects?
Cass: Well, we could have a potential legal problem here, obviously, because Kathleen wasn't really dead.
Frankie: Are you telling me I'm not really your wife?
Cass: No, no, Kathleen was declared legally dead. We are married.
Frankie: As far as I'm concerned, we are.
Cass: I just wanted you to know that if you were worried about it, it's a technicality that can be easily cleared up.
Frankie: Well, that is the only thing about this whole thing that can, Cass!
Cass: Hey, you're shouting.
Frankie: I'm sorry. Do you really think I care about what's legal right now? I want to know who you feel married to. I want you to tell me that Kathleen is not the same woman that you fell in love with and that the only thing you feel towards her is some sort of an obligation.
But you can't say that to me, can you?
Cass: I have tried to tell you how I feel. It's like living in a time warp.
Frankie: It doesn't feel much better over here, believe me.
Cass: I know, I know. You see, a few days ago I could remember Kathleen and be happy for the time that we had together. She was safe in my memory. I could love both of you without taking away from either one.
Frankie: She's not in the past anymore.
Cass: Mary Frances, you're the present. You're the person who made me able to love again. You're the person who made me look forward to the future again.
Frankie: Past and present are now on a collision course, honey. What is it that you're going to do?
Vicky: [Laughing] No.
Ryan: Whoa, wake up.
Vicky: No. [Laughing]
I'm on base. I'm safe. You can't get me. Oh, huh.
Ryan: You look good. You look really, really good. You know what I'm waiting for is for the panic to set in, and then I'm going to grab you and stop you from going anywhere.
Vicky: Well, I think you're in luck. I don't think I can ‑‑
Vicky: I can't move.
Ryan: Feeling scared, hmm?
Vicky: A little.
Vicky: But I'm not gonna let it get the best of me or of us.
Ryan: I'm glad to hear it.
Vicky: You're stuck with me.
Ryan: Hmm, I think I can live with that.
Vicky: You know what is really hard to believe about this?
Vicky: You know me so well, and you still love me.
Ryan: And you love me.
Vicky: So where do we go from here? [Laughing]
Ryan: We are so good together.
Vicky: Tell me.
Ryan: You know what I was thinking that we should be?
Vicky: That sounds very businesslike and unromantic.
Ryan: What I mean is that I can be myself with you.
Vicky: All right, I'll stop giving you a hard time.
Vicky: Because I want to be as close to you as I can be, your friend, a person you can count on.
Ryan: I won't stop you from being the person that I want most in this world.
Vicky: I'm so glad.
Lucas: I don't like you getting involved in this business with Kathleen. I take this break-in as a warning.
Felicia: I just don't think it's related to Kathleen.
Lucas: Oh, you don't?
Lucas: You know, what Hutchins does only makes sense to him.
Felicia: I don't think it's Carl.
Lucas: Why not?
Felicia: I'm not sure, but I do think you might be on the right track. You think it has something to do with Jennaís father.
Lucas: Yeah, well, I hope I'm wrong about that. I wanted to give this kid security, not nightmares.
Felicia: That's Jenna now.
Jenna: Thanks, it was stuck.
Dean: Yeah, well, I'm an expert at getting into places; you know what I'm saying? I'm an expert.
Dean: Ah ‑‑
Dean: Forget it, forget I said that.
Felicia: Have you been with Dean?
Dean: [Clears throat]
Jenna: Yeah, he just brought me home.
Felicia: You know, it's very late. I've been very worried about you.
Jenna: Well, I'm sorry.
Dean: You've been out with Matt later than this, haven't ‑‑
Felicia: That's different, Dean.
Dean: Oh, oh, right, right, because you trust him, but me ‑‑
Felicia: Have you been together all night?
Dean: Yeah, well, we were at the studio.
Dean: What, what?
Felicia: Look, it's ‑‑ it is late. So why don't the two of you say good night, all right?
Jenna: Listen, thanks for the ride home. I'm really sorry about the third degree there.
Dean: Yeah, maybe you should rethink this whole adoption thing. Bag it.
Jenna: What's wrong? You both look so upset.
Felicia: Um, somebody broke in here tonight.
Lucas: Yeah, uh, we don't think they took anything, but Felicia had a pretty ‑‑ pretty good scare.
Jenna: Oh, Felicia, I'm sorry.
Felicia: Oh, no, it's all right. I just came home, and the place was an absolute mess. And you weren't here so I got pretty worried about you.
Jenna: Well, I didn't know. I didn't know ‑‑
Felicia: I know.
Lucas: Yeah, Jenna, could I ask you a question?
Jenna: What, about the robbery?
Lucas: No, no, can you tell us anything about your father?
Jenna: No, why?
Lucas: Well, we don't know anything about him. I mean, all we know about him is that your mother didn't want him anywhere near you and that he never came looking for you.
Jenna: You don't know that for sure.
Lucas: No, you're right, but we think he was involved in something very dangerous.
Jenna: Are you saying my father's a crook?
Felicia: No, we didn't say that.
Jenna: But that's what you meant. Look, I'm sorry about what happened tonight, but it has nothing to do with me or my father.
Felicia: We handled that beautifully, didn't we?
Lucas: Listen, I'm not letting go of this. I am getting 24‑hour security for both you and Jenna.
Felicia: Luke ‑‑
Lucas: No argument.
Vicky: Hmm, these are good.
Ryan: Yeah, they are, but I still got to go find a phone and call up the stationhouse and find out what's shaking.
Vicky: What we don't know won't hurt us.
Ryan: Oh, yeah, since when? Where's the phone?
Vicky: Ok, when you're on the line with them, ask them when you can have your next vacation.
Ryan: [Laughs] Time to get right back down to earth, Vicky.
Ryan: I just got a new assignment.
Ryan: I only have three weeks of vacation, most of which I have already used up.
Vicky: Well, then maybe you could take some sick leave in Hawaii or maybe you could change occupations altogether. I can think of so many things that you're good at.
Ryan: Wait a second, if we're going to make this work ‑‑ if we're going to make it work right, we have to agree not to change each other.
Vicky: Ryan, I wasn't ‑‑
Ryan: No, I am a cop. That's all I've ever wanted to be. I hope that you can live with that.
Vicky: I won't try and change you, I promise.
Ryan: Good. I won't try and change you.
Vicky: This was your idea, remember.
Ryan: Oh, God, help us.
Joe: Oh, what a beautiful night out there, so many stars. It's amazing. Kathleen, Kathleen? You're not asleep already, are you? Kathleen... I love you, baby. I always will.
Cass: Are you going to be able to sleep?
Frankie: Every time I shut my eyes, I think about the lies.
Cass: Kathleen felt she had no choice.
Frankie: I'm not talking about her lies. I'm talking about ours, our lies to each other. But we did have a choice.
Cass: We didn't want to lie to each other.
Frankie: It's the first time since we've been married that we weren't completely honest with each other.
Cass: It's over.
Frankie: Is it?
Cass: That part of it.
Frankie: You know, we have always got to tell each other the truth from now on no matter how much it hurts. Promise me you'll do that.
Cass: I'm not keeping anything from you, Frankie.
Cass: I wonít. I promise.
Frankie: I'm not giving you up, not for Kathleen, not for anybody.
Cass: You better not.
Back to The TV MegaSite's AW Site
Main Navigation within The TV MegaSite:
Home | Daytime Soaps | Primetime TV | Soap MegaLinks | Trading