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Another World Transcript Friday 2/16/07

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Donna: Well, Cookie Robertson sent me a note. Put her name on my responses, Angela, please.

Angela: I got it.

Donna: I didn't think I had any friends left.

Angela: Society people can surprise you.

Donna: Mm‑hmm.

Angela: Sometimes.

Donna: Yep.

Angela: Mrs. Hudson?

Donna: Yes?

Angela: Why don't you call Mr. Hudson or the girls?

Donna: I can't do that. At least not yet.

[Doorbell rings]

Donna: I'll get that. Would you go into the kitchen and check on the grocery list? Thank you.

Jake: No offense, Sue, but good riddance.

Sue: I'm glad everything worked out for you, Jake.

Jake: Yeah, well, I'm just glad that they don't hold me hostage until I pay this bill.

Sue: They'll find you.

Jake: I don't doubt that. Your home phone number?

Sue: No, final fees ‑‑ they asked me to give it to you.

Jake: I don't believe this guy. Man, he's too chicken to give me this himself. Well, I'll bet you're glad I'm leaving the hospital, huh?

Jamie: I don't know yet, Jake. At least I could keep an eye on you here.

Jake: Yeah, well, I think I'll leave before they charge me overtime or something, you know.

Jamie: I hope you're not planning on leaving town.

Jake: I thought doctors had better things to do than police their patients about paying bills.

Jamie: Your hospital bill is the least of your problems.

Jake: Why don't you darken someone else's doorstep?

Jamie: You are going to do some time, you little piece of slime.

Jake: You rhymed.

Jamie: Marley's pressing charges against you, for rape.

Cass: Hey, Vince, come on in.

Vince: Now, look, I am not a millionaire, Cass. I don't see why I had to fly down here when I could have just driven my car.

Cass: Well, I think you'll be glad you spent the money, Vince.

Vince: What?

Cass: Where's Mary?

Vince: She has a full patient load. I told her I could handle this.

Cass: Oh, that's too bad.

Vince: Now, look, why don't you just tell me what's going on, why I'm back here all of a sudden, huh? I don't like surprises.

Cass: Well, it's not the kind of thing that I could talk to you about on the phone.

Vince: You're in trouble again, aren't you?

Cass: [Laughs] No.

Vince: Then why is the driveway full of FBI?

Cass: Oh, you figured that out, huh?

Vince: Who else drives those brown four‑doors? Now, what is it?

Cass: Vince, why don't you sit down, Vince.

Vince: For Pete's sake, Cass, would you just tell me what's going on? Katie? You're ‑‑

Cass: Yeah, she is.

Kathleen: Hi, Pops.

Vince: Oh. I ‑‑ I never thought‑‑

Kathleen: I know.

Vince: How long ‑‑ how long have you ‑‑

Kathleen: Finish your sentences, Pops.

Cass: I haven't known for very long, Vince.

Vince: I never thought I'd see you. I can't believe my eyes. Why did they tell us that you were dead?

Kathleen: It's complicated. Oh, God, you look good, Pops. Mom has been taking good care of you.

Vince: The plane crash ‑‑

Kathleen: Yeah, I bounced.

Vince: Then why?

Kathleen: Um, I ‑‑ I've been in hiding since the plane crash, Pops.

Vince: Hiding?

Kathleen: Yeah.

Vince: Katie.

Kathleen: I think we need to talk. We need to talk. Cass, can ‑‑

Cass: Why don't you use the study?

Kathleen: Ok. You're not going to pass out on me, are you, Pops?

Vince: I just might.

Kathleen: Thank you.

Frankie: Hello, Mr. McKinnon.

Vince: Hi.

Frankie: Is he all right?

Cass: He will be.

Frankie: Yeah, pretty shocking stuff.

Cass: Yes, it is. Have you talked to Dean yet?

Frankie: No, I was just about to do that.

Cass: Good, he should know what's going on. I don't want him hassling the guards out front.

Frankie: Right.

Cass: You ok?

Frankie: Been better, Cass.

[Rock music playing]

[Phone rings]

Dean: D&M.

Frankie: Dean?

Dean: Huh?

Frankie: Dean, it's Frankie. Turn the stereo down.

Dean: Frankie, is that you?

Frankie: Turn the music down.

Dean: Listen, I'm going to turn the music down, ok? Hold on.

Good morning.

Frankie: Good morning.

Dean: You got my message, right, about me crashing here last night, right?

Frankie: Yeah, we let the machine pick up last night.

Dean: Ok. You and Cass doing the wild thing again?

Frankie: Dean, did you get your cable hooked up yet?

Dean: Yeah, yesterday. I got to watch Pee‑Wee over coffee this morning. Frankie, you know we get more cable channels here than we do at home?

Frankie: Will you promise me that you'll watch something in a little while?

Dean: Ok.

Frankie: Felicia is doing a special live broadcast of her show at 12:30.

Dean: 12:30 ‑‑ who's on?

Frankie: I can't really explain right now, but if you watch, you'll get it, ok?

Dean: It's not one of those cooking with alfalfa sprout, no cholesterol things, is it?

Frankie: Not quite.

Dean: Ok. Oh, it's not about me, is it? Is she going to play my tape?

Frankie: No, Dean.

Dean: Oh.

Frankie: Just promise me you'll watch it, ok?

Dean: Am I going to like it?

Frankie: Oh, that's a pretty hard call, honey.

Dean: All right. Well, I'll be there. I'll be there. 12:30, right?

Frankie: Call me when it's over, ok?

Dean: Ok, check.

Frankie: Thanks.

Dean: Frankie, you ok? You sound a little, I don't know, nervous.

Frankie: I'll talk to you later, ok?

So, what are you thinking about?

Cass: You should have seen Kathleen's face when she saw her father. She sacrificed a lot, you know.

Felicia: Well, all my crew has been checked by your security.

Joe: I know, thank you.

Felicia: Of course you would know. It is your job, isn't it? Hi.

Cass: Hey.

Joe: Where's Kathleen?

Cass: With her father.

Felicia: Oh, I wish I had seen Vince's face.

Cass: That man's prayers were just answered.

Joe: I can't believe this. Not after everything people have gone through, going on television and blow it all out of the water.

Cass: It's what Kathleen wants.

Joe: It's what you want, Winthrop.

Cass: You should have seen her with her father.

Joe: And what's her father going to look like if Hutchins has her blown away? Like you, or Felicia, he just may lose her twice.

Cass: We can handle Hutchins.

Joe: Who? You and your little group of vigilantes?

Cass: Don't underestimate us.

Joe: If he so much as breathes on her, you're going to answer to me. Don't underestimate that.

Jake: She wouldn't do that.

Jamie: She is doing it.

Jake: I didn't do that to her, Jamie.

Jamie: Well, she feels differently about that and you admitted it.

Jake: This is your idea, isn't it?

Jamie: Marley wants you to pay for what you did to her.

Jake: Marley wouldn't come up with this, unless you told her.

Jamie: Yeah, well, that's how well you know her. You think anyone can just push her around because that's what you did? She's strong, Jake. She's ready to fight.

Jake: I didn't mean to hurt her.

Jamie: What the hell did you think you were doing, making her feel good? Now it's your turn to pay, Jake.

Jake: Jamie, I have made a lot of mistakes. Nobody knows that better than I, but I have changed. I'm not just out for myself ‑‑

Jamie: Save it for someone who cares.

Jake: Jamie, I am going to make this up to everyone who was put on trial.

Jamie: Not possible. You're in debt for the rest of your life. You have no friends, no home, no job. You're on your own.

Jake: Jamie, wait.

Jamie: Welcome to your own living hell, Jake. That coma you were in is going to seem like a day at the beach.

Vicky: Well, can we come in or shall we stand next to the door?

Donna: Yes, please, come in.

Vicky: Ok, all right.

Donna: I'm just surprised.

Vicky: Why? To see us together?

Donna: Well, that among other things.

Vicky: Well, Ryan told me what you said to him.

Ryan: Listen, I need to check in with headquarters. Could I use your phone?

Donna: Yes, you can go in the study. That way.

Vicky: How are you ‑‑

Donna: It's wonderful to ‑‑

Vicky: Go ahead.

Donna: It's wonderful to see you.

Vicky: Thank you. How are you?

Donna: I'm better. Are you hungry? I can have Angela make something for you.

Vicky: No, I'm not hungry. I wanted to thank you.

Donna: For what?

Vicky: For telling Ryan not to give up on me.

Donna: I really didn't do much.

Vicky: You did. You went to prison to get them to drop the charges against Marley.

Donna: And thank God they did.

Vicky: It must have been awful.

Donna: I knew what I was getting myself into.

Vicky: You gave up everything for me and Marley.

Donna: It's the least I thought I could do to make up for all the damage that I have done to this family.

Vicky: When I came to see you in jail, I told you that I was glad you hadn't raised me.

Donna: Well, you thought that I let Marley stand trial for something that I did. I don't blame you for anything that you thought.

Vicky: I was kicking you when you were down. It was a pretty crummy thing to do. I'm sorry.

Donna: It's all right. Thank you.

Vicky: I don't know how many times I've said it, or if I've said it enough times since I've found you, but despite our differences, I really love you.

Donna: I love you, too.

Vicky: I'd like to help you now, if you'll let me.

Donna: I never thought that I would hug my children again.

Vicky: You might not have such an easy time with Marley.

Donna: I know.

Vicky: And Dad ‑‑ have you ‑‑ God, it's good to see you. Have you seen him or talked to him or ‑‑

Donna: No, he feels very betrayed. He's hurt and angry. I don't think he's going to get over this too easily.

Vicky: Well, maybe in time.

Donna: Yeah, maybe in time, but I don't have very much time left.

Vicky: Why?

Donna: It seems that your father is seeing Stacey.

Vicky: What?

Donna: It's true.

Vicky: Over my dead body.

Michael: Hi.

Stacey: Hi, I hope you're not in the middle of anything.

Michael: No, no. How are you?

Stacey: Fine.

Michael: Good. I'm glad you stopped by.

Stacey: You are?

Michael: Yeah, aren't you?

Stacey: Oh, sure.

Michael: Good ‑‑ can I get you anything?

Stacey: No, no, thanks. I'm fine. I'm actually here on business.

Michael: Ok.

Stacey: Is that all right?

Michael: Yeah, well, sure. I mean, you know ‑‑

Stacey: What?

Michael: Oh, nothing ‑‑ nothing.

Stacey: Right, well, I wanted you to take a look at these ‑‑

Michael: I had a really good time the other night.

Stacey: You did?

Michael: Yeah.

Stacey: I did, too.

Michael: Good, so what do you say?

Stacey: About what?

Michael: You want to do it again?

Stacey: I ‑‑ we could.

Michael: Go out?

Stacey: Yeah, I'd love to. When?

Michael: How about tonight?

Stacey: Tonight?

Michael: Yeah, tonight. I mean, well, are you free?

Stacey: I think so.

Michael: Good, well, good. That's great, good. Do you want to show me the papers you brought?

Stacey: Well, these aren't actually the real reason that I came.

Michael: Well, what is?

Stacey: This is a copy of a letter I sent to Donna this morning.

Michael: Donna?

Stacey: It's informing her that I can't handle your divorce. I just don't think I can be objective, Michael. Not where you're concerned.

Donna: Haven't you noticed that they've been together a lot lately?

Vicky: Well, yes, but I just assumed it was all business.

Donna: It is business. Stacey's made it her business to take my husband away from me.

Vicky: Are they ‑‑

Donna: Oh, I don't think they are yet, but it's just a matter of time.

Vicky: Are you sure you're not just paranoid because you and Dad are separated?

Donna: Darling, women know these things. All you have to do is look at her gaze into his eyes. She's just like a little school girl.

Vicky: So... maybe Stacey has something for him. Dad's still not bad‑looking, for an old guy.

Donna: He'll be very relieved to know that you think so.

Vicky: I mean, Dad and Stacey "sour‑face" Winthrop. Forget about it.

Donna: I talked to her.

Vicky: What did she say?

Donna: She didn't deny it.

Vicky: I don't believe this.

Donna: It's true.

Ryan: Excuse me, I have to get back to the stationhouse.

Vicky: Ok, I'll catch up to you later.

Ryan: Ok. It's good having you back home, Donna.

Donna: Thank you. And thank you for everything.

Ryan: Yeah. Bye‑bye.

Vicky: Bye. Are you absolutely sure about this?

Donna: Yes, I am.

Vicky: So when I lay it on them, I'm not going to feel like a complete fool.

Donna: Lay what on who?

Vicky: Just give me 10 seconds because I don't want Ryan to see me leave.

Donna: Victoria.

Vicky: If Dad is too messed up to see what he's getting himself into, then I will just have to point it out to him.

Donna: What are you going to do?

Vicky: I don't know, but if Stacey thinks that she can take my son away from me, and Mikey, and get her meat claws into my father, she's got her head completely up her ‑‑ bye.

Donna: Victoria.

Marley: If you could just have Detective Harrison meet me at the hospital; that would be fine. Thank you.

Jamie: Hi.

Marley: Hi.

Jamie: What are you doing here?

Marley: I got a really strange call this morning from Frankie.

Jamie: About what?

Marley: I don't know. She said to come here, meet you and then watch Felicia's show together.

Jamie: Does this have something to do with Jake or the trial?

Marley: I don't know. She didn't say anything else.

Jamie: Hmm.

Marley: He checked out today, didn't he?

Jamie: Yes, and I said something I probably shouldn't have.

Marley: What?

Jamie: I told him you were planning on charging him with rape.

Marley: You did?

Jamie: It just came out, Marley. Every time I see him, I just want to punch his face in.

Marley: So he knows?

Jamie: Yes, I'm sorry if you didn't want him to know yet.

Marley: What did he say?

Jamie: He didn't believe me, at first. He tried that I'm‑a‑new‑man routine. Don't worry. He's never going to hurt you again.

Marley: I just hope he doesn't try to see me, now that he's out of this place.

Jamie: Well, if he does, you call me and you call the police.

Marley: I just want this to be over with.

Jamie: It will be, Marley. He's going to pay for what he did to you.

Marley: Jamie, I've been thinking about what you said.

Jamie: About pressing charges?

Marley: Mm‑hmm.

Jamie: Have you changed your mind?

Stacey: Ok, thanks very much, yeah. What a strange message.

Michael: What is?

Stacey: This message I got from Cass.

Michael: What's strange about it?

Stacey: It says, "Watch Felicia's show at 12:30. Under no circumstances should you miss one minute of it." What do you make of that?

Michael: I haven't a clue.

Stacey: He also said to make sure that you saw the show.

Michael: Me?

Stacey: Yeah, what do you think about that?

Michael: I really don't know what to make of it, to tell you the truth, but we got a little time. Maybe we could watch it together.

Stacey: Ok. Actually, I have a lot of work to do today.

Michael: Yeah, well, so do I. I mean, I do have a lot of work.

Stacey: But I'm a great procrastinator.

Michael: Good, because I am, too. We could talk.

Stacey: We could talk about what?

Michael: Things.

Stacey: Oh, I love to talk about things.

Michael: So do I.

Vicky: Gee, I'm sorry, was I interrupting a tart? Oh, I'm sorry, tort?

Michael: Do you not knock, young lady, before you come in?

Vicky: Since when do I need permission to come into my father's office?

Michael: I don't think I like the tone of your voice.

Vicky: I don't like a lot of things.

Stacey: Vicky, when did you get back?

Vicky: Today. Looks like it wasn't a moment too soon.

Ryan: Marley.

Marley: Oh, hi.

Ryan: I got your message. What's up?

Marley: I'm thinking about pressing charges against Jake.

Ryan: I was wondering if you would. Here, let's sit down.

Marley: It would be the right thing to do, wouldn't it?

Ryan: That's your call, Marley.

Marley: I know it's not going to be easy.

Ryan: He's not about to confess, is he?

Marley: He admitted it to me.

Ryan: Yeah?

Marley: Yes, I just don't think he'll do that in court. Do I stand a chance?

Ryan: Well, there's no evidence in this trial at all, Marley. It would be your word against Jake's. That would be it.

Marley: You don't think I can win, do you?

Ryan: No, I didn't say that. I just want you to know that it would be a tough battle.

Marley: Well, Ryan, I asked you here because I trust your opinion.

Ryan: Ok.

Marley: What's your gut reaction? Do you think they would find Jake guilty?

Ryan: I've got to be honest with you. There's an awful lot of things going against you.

Marley: I know there is.

Ryan: Yeah. First of all, you kept the secret of the rape for a long time.

Marley: I know that.

Ryan: Second of all, you ‑‑ well, the attack occurred months ago. There's no physical or medical evidence that could be used to prosecute Jake.

Marley: And you don't think the jury would believe me?

Ryan: Well, you can't expect them to find Jake guilty, beyond a shadow of a doubt, based on your testimony alone.

Marley: I see.

Ryan: I know how much you've been hurt, but I really need you to think about this and prepare yourself for going through things that could be worse than what you went through at the last trial.

Marley: I can't just forget what he did to me. If I have to live with this for the rest of my life, then he should have to do the same thing. He has to know that I am strong enough to fight him back. I'm not going to be his victim.

Jake: Hey, I'm Jake McKinnon.

Dean: Yeah, I know who you are. What do you want?

Jake: I tried my keys in the door, but they don't ‑‑

Dean: Yeah, well, they wouldn't. Matt Cory and I took over the lease, but I know that you were told that.

Jake: Can I come in?

Dean: For what?

Jake: I know you know who I am. I just wanted to know if I could come in and take a look around the place.

Dean: That's funny. I do know who you are, man, and I also know what you did to your ex‑wife.

Jake: The landlord had no right to kick me out of this place.

Dean: Yeah, well, he did. It's not really my problem.

Jake: My stuff's in here.

Dean: No, it's not. It's not. He put it in hock or storage or something.

Jake: I just want to take a look around.

Dean: Don't do that, all right, man? This is my place now.

Jake: Can I talk to Matt?

Dean: I am the only one that's here. And I really don't want you in my face right now, ok?

Jake: You can go to hell.

Dean: No, you go to hell, man. You go to hell. You know, I don't even know you and I already hate your guts. Imagine the kind of greeting you're going to get from people who know what an idiot you really are.

Joe: Well, just give it to me. Let's hear it. What is it? All right, fine.

Frankie: Joe is not liking this at all.

Cass: Joe has got no imagination at all.

Frankie: What do you mean?

Cass: He's a textbook agent. No deviation from the rules, no bargaining. He's old‑school bureau. He just doesn't make the translation to today at all.

Frankie: Well, maybe he's old school because it works for him.

Cass: Well, sure it works. You make somebody give up their identity and they run for the rest of their life. It works, but it's a lousy way to live.

Frankie: But maybe it's the only way to stay alive.

Cass: Joe just doesn't like what we're doing because I thought of it and he thinks I'm a threat.

Frankie: Threat?

Cass: Yeah, to him and Kathleen. To their safety, Frankie.

Frankie: Yeah, right, their safety.

Kathleen: He's been with me from the very beginning. Pops, this is the man I want you to meet. This is Joe.

Joe: It's a pleasure to meet you, sir.

Vince: I want to thank you very much for taking care of my girl.

Joe: Well, I am. I care very much for your daughter.

Kathleen: Will you excuse us?

Joe: Yes.

Kathleen: We just talked to everybody. I talked to Mama and Cheryl and M.J. and Ben.

Cass: Did it go all right?

Vince: Are you kidding?

Kathleen: Everybody was crying.

Vince: Without a doubt, this is the best day of our lives.

Kathleen: I can't tell you how this feels.

Joe: Kathleen, may I speak to you, please?

Kathleen: Sure.

Joe: Listen, I'm sorry to interrupt, but it's really not too late, you know.

Kathleen: For what?

Joe: To not do this broadcast.

Kathleen: What are you talking about?

Joe: You've seen your family. You've seen your friends. They know you're ok. We can be out of Bay City in 20 minutes and out of the country before Hutchins has heard a word.

Kathleen: Why are you doing this?

Joe: Because I don't want you to die. Now, that's a good reason, right?

Kathleen: I'm not going to die.

Joe: And because that ex-husband of yours has filled your head with all this stuff.

Kathleen: I'm not ‑‑ I'm not going to have this conversation with you right now. Cass and his wife are here. My father is here, for the love of heaven. Would you just give me time to breathe, ok? So are you going to let me do my tap number?

Felicia: How are you holding up, anyway?

Kathleen: I'm ok. I'm fine, I think.

Felicia: Good, because I want you to meet somebody. This is Luke, my fiancée.

Kathleen: You're engaged? Oh, Felicia. Hi.

Lucas: Hi, hi, I've heard a lot about you. Everything's going to be just fine, I'm sure of it.

Kathleen: Thank you. I need to hear that often.

Felicia: Ok, now listen, I want to show you the opening statement that I've written. Make sure you like it.

Kathleen: Ok.

Felicia: And then, after I summarize what this is all about, then a camera will pan to you and it's your show, ok?

Cass: Kathleen?

Kathleen: Cass, I'm so scared.

Marley: I was just telling Ryan about the phone call from Frankie about watching Felicia's show.

Jamie: Do you know anything about it?

Ryan: Nothing.

Marley: Well, we're going to watch it at my place. You're more than welcome to join us. I just have to run a few errands and Jamie's going to head over there now.

Ryan: Actually, I dropped Vicky off at your mother's, so I think I'll watch it there. I dropped her off there so that they could have a talk.

Jamie: Did you two talk about the case against Jake?

Marley: Yes, Ryan was very helpful.

Ryan: Marley, I want you to think very hard about what you want. Take your time. Once you make your decision, stick with it.

Jamie: Do you think Marley should press charges?

Ryan: Oh, yeah, I think Jake is due.

Marley: I guess you and Vicky are back together.

Ryan: Come hell or high water.

Jamie: I know that feeling.

Marley: I think that's good for her. She needs someone like you to keep her out of trouble.

Vicky: The Hudson family isn't loaded with men, but you don't plan on stopping until you've taken every one of them.

Michael: Victoria.

Vicky: You first take my son, then you take his son, and now you're moving in on my father?

Michael: Stacey, would you excuse us for a minute, please?

Stacey: You bet.

Michael: We need a little father‑daughter talk here. Thanks.

Vicky: Really, Dad ‑‑

Michael: Don't say another word.

Vicky: How could you possibly ‑‑

Michael: I said don't say another word. Now, welcome home, I'm glad to see you, I hope you had a nice time, I'm really glad you got somebody sane to go out with. But if you think you're going to get away with walking in here and judging me in my office, you are dead wrong.

Vicky: Are you sleeping with that tramp?

Michael: All right, that's enough. When you can talk to me civilly, come back.

Vicky: All right, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. You don't have to pull me out the door.

Michael: Are you about through?

Vicky: Are you going to tell me why you're seeing a woman that's ruined both our lives?

Michael: She didn't ruin both of our lives.

Vicky: How could you say that?

Michael: What happened with Mikey happened because of Donna.

Vicky: What about what happened with Steven?

Michael: Honey, you get to spend more time with Steven now than you did before ‑‑ more than Jamie.

Vicky: That isn't the point. She tried to prove that I was an unfit mother and wanted to take Steven away from me for good.

Michael: Jamie did that. She was hired to represent Jamie, for a fee. That was her job.

Vicky: It doesn't have to be Nom ‑‑

Michael: All right, stop. Just stop.

Vicky: Any other woman in Bay City.

Michael: Just stop, just stop, ok. I'm really sorry I didn't get an opportunity to break this to you more gently. I am seeing Stacey.

Vicky: My life is flashing before my eyes.

Michael: No, Vicky, it's my life. Do you understand? My life. And you are not going to tell me who I can see and who I can't see. I know this is difficult for you. Do you understand me?

Vicky: You know, it's just a transference thing.

Michael: Oh, really?

Vicky: Yeah, you're on the rebound from Mom, and Stacey just happened to be there, like the plague.

Michael: Are you through?

Vicky: No. I'm sorry I roared in here like a truck.

Michael: Your apology is accepted. Don't do it again.

Vicky: Ok, it's good to see you.

Michael: It's nice to see you, too. Welcome home. I love you.

Vicky: You, too.

Michael: Ok.

Vicky: Bye, Daddy.

Michael: Victoria?

Vicky: Mm‑hmm?

Michael: On your way out, would you mind inviting Stacey to rejoin me?

Vicky: Why sure I will.

Michael: And Victoria?

Vicky: Mm‑hmm?

Michael: Would you limit your comments to inviting her to come back in? Am I clear?

Vicky: As a bell. If you think that your last name will ever be the same as my last name, you are dumber than you look. Don't get into this with me, lady. My mother is going to win him back. You can count on it.

Stacey: Hi.

Michael: Hi, did Victoria say anything to you out there?

Stacey: Did you think that she wouldn't?

Michael: Well, actually, I asked her to limit her comments to inviting you back in.

Stacey: Well, she elaborated a tad.

Michael: I had a feeling she might. Look, I apologize for that.

Stacey: You don't have to.

Michael: I know it may seem hard to believe right now, but Victoria actually means well. She does. And where were we before we were interrupted? Somewhere, as I recall. What? Look, you're going to have to help me here. I'm sorry, I'm just lost.

Stacey: Well, you know, I just realized something.

Michael: What?

Stacey: I start seeing you and I start seeing your whole family. You know what I mean?

Michael: Yeah, but isn't that what usually happens when you start dating someone?

Stacey: Yeah, well, the last relationship I had came without in-laws. So I guess I'm a little out of practice.

Michael: Look, Victoria had no excuse for talking to you the way she did.

Stacey: Victoria is your daughter, Michael, and I'm certainly not going to ask you to choose between us.

Michael: Well, I have no intention of doing that. The fact is Victoria's had a pretty rough time of it. This is really a shock to her, but she'll get over it. She'll just blow off some steam and when she does, when she sees how happy I am, she'll be happy.

Stacey: Michael, you have to be realistic about this.

Michael: My daughter is not going to dictate who I see and who I don't see.

Stacey: I know, but I just think ‑‑

Michael: No, no, no, this is not debatable, Stacey. It's not.

Stacey: What are you yelling at me for?

Michael: I ‑‑ I'm sorry ‑‑ I'm not yelling at you. I'm just ‑‑ it frustrates me. Victoria means well.

Stacey: Not for me.

Michael: Victoria does have a very long memory.

Stacey: That is exactly what I'm talking about.

Michael: But I am not going to let her tell me what I can do and what I can't do.

Stacey: Michael, I don't think that's a possibility.

Michael: Listen to me, all right? Just listen to me.

Stacey: I'm listening, yes.

Michael: Good. Why don't we just concentrate on each other, ok? And let my family follow along.

Stacey: Can I ask you something?

Michael: Sure, anything.

Stacey: Don't our differences pose an issue for you?

Michael: Well, differences like what differences, for instance?

Stacey: Come on, are you going to make me spell it out?

Michael: Yes, yes, spell.

Stacey: You can really be difficult sometimes, you know that.

Michael: Yeah, and so can you. So that's not a difference, so try again.

Stacey: That wasn't a try. That was an observation.

Michael: I'm not going to let you off the hook. I'm not.

Stacey: All right.

Michael: Come on, come on.

Stacey: You're not worried about this?

Michael: Stacey, I have to start life all over again. And if I have to do that, I'd be really fortunate if you were there with me.

Stacey: But what if your daughters don't approve?

Michael: Well, that's daughter, singular. I don't think Marley will give us much trouble.

Stacey: But Vicky's going to need a little bit of attention.

Michael: Well, Vicky has to realize that stomping her foot doesn't get her everything she wants.

Stacey: Michael, what if she issues an ultimatum?

Michael: About us?

Stacey: Yeah.

Michael: Well, I don't respond to threats too well. Victoria will just have to bite the bullet and grow up.

Stacey: This doesn't bother you at all?

Michael: No, not really. I mean, it bothers me maybe a little, but I have more important things on my mind.

Stacey: Like what?

Michael: Like you.

Michael: Got it?

Stacey: I hope you know what you're doing.

Michael: All I really want out of life right now is to be with you.

Kathleen: I'm ok.

Cass: I know you are. You know, I've been thinking, I don't think you should go on the air alone.

Kathleen: What do you mean?

Cass: Felicia, what do you say I say something after Kathleen speaks?

Joe: What now, you're going to double‑dare Hutchins to come have everyone shot?

Kathleen: Joe, please.

Cass: I just think it would be easier for Kathleen if I were there, that's all.

Kathleen: Always the camera hog.

Cass: Yeah. Frankie, what do you think?

Frankie: Fine by me.

Felicia: Ok, Bill, why don't we get three chairs set up and would you ask Marty to adjust all the lighting? Luke, could you help me?

Cass: Maybe we should talk about what we're going to say, huh?

Kathleen: Ok.

Vince: Cass, I ‑‑ I was hard on you before.

Cass: Oh, that's ok, Vince.

Vince: No, no, it's not ok. I'm sorry. You're still taking care of Katie.

Joe: Would you, Frankie, please talk to your husband?

Frankie: What exactly is it you want me to say, Joe?

Joe: You don't like what's going on here any better than I do, and if we stop this now, we might get our lives back.

Frankie: I haven't lost anything and I'm not going to.

Vicky: You're back.

Ryan: So are you.

Vicky: Yeah, I am. Did you come to pick me up?

Ryan: No, your mother said that you might be back, so I decided to wait.

Vicky: Where is she?

Ryan: She's taking a phone call in the study.

Vicky: Oh, oh.

Ryan: You're really flushed.

Vicky: Yeah, I'll bet I am.

Ryan: Yeah, where were you?

Vicky: Just trying to talk some sense into my father.

Ryan: About what?

Vicky: She is a what, all right. He's seeing Stacey Winthrop.

Ryan: He is?

Vicky: Yeah, could you choke?

Ryan: Does your mother know?

Vicky: Yeah, she knows. That's why I rushed out of here, because she told me.

Ryan: To tell him what to do with his life?

Vicky: He has obviously been pushed over the edge. He is talking about voluntarily spending time with Stacey Winthrop.

Ryan: She was very fair to your mother when she was in jail.

Vicky: Oh, right, she couldn't wait to get her locked up. She's a barracuda.

Ryan: Well, obviously your father doesn't think so.

Vicky: My father is so hurt he wouldn't know a gold‑digger if you hit him over the head with it.

Ryan: So what did your father say when you told him that he was ruining his life?

Vicky: He didn't listen.

Ryan: Surprise, surprise.

Vicky: But he will.

Ryan: What do you want to do, alienate him completely?

Vicky: Just give me two weeks and that relationship will be in more pieces than a pepperoni pizza.

Ryan: No, just wait a minute.

Vicky: Now, don't try to talk me out of this.

Ryan: No, no, no, I'm not going to let you do this.

Vicky: Excuse me, you're not going to let me?

Ryan: Yeah. Do you want to be known as the bitch of this county for the rest of your life?

Vicky: What did you call me?

Ryan: You better find yourself a new hobby, Vicky.

Vicky: Ryan, we are talking about my father. I'm not going to let him fall into a trap.

Ryan: What trap? He's seeing a woman. Give the guy some slack.

Vicky: Stacey is not a woman.

Ryan: No, you are not going to do this, Vicky.

Vicky: Watch me.

Ryan: No, I hate it when you get like this.

Vicky: Well, I've got to be me.

Ryan: Be the you that I love.

Vicky: You are the one who told me, in bed, I might add, that you would not try to change me.

Ryan: And I won't. Don't be mean, Vicky. It's ugly. It is, ok?

Vicky: Well, can't I just be a little unattractive?

Donna: Oh, good.

Vicky: Hi.

Donna: You're here in time for Felicia's program.

Vicky: Oh.

Ryan: You know about that, too?

Vicky: Know what?

Donna: Yeah, her producer just called me and said that I should watch the show ‑‑ it was a very interesting subject.

[Music begins playing]

Felicia: Hi, everybody. I'm Felicia Gallant and welcome to this special edition of "The Felicia Gallant Show." This program today is very special and very important to me, and I know a lot of you are going to be shocked at what you're about to see and hear. We are broadcasting live to you today from the home of Bay City attorney, Cass Winthrop. Cass and I have just learned that someone we cared about very much ‑‑

Dean: That's my living room, man.

Felicia: Someone we thought had died several years ago is actually alive.

Dean: What?

Jamie: Marley, where are you? This is getting good.

Felicia: This friend of ours is in terrible danger and has been since an accident ‑‑ an accident where we thought she had died.

Michael: I wonder what this is all about.

Stacey: I don't know, but I don't like the fact that Cass is in the middle of it.

Felicia: I'm sure you're probably all wondering what it is I'm talking about. Frankly, I can't really believe it myself. This very brave woman sitting next to me, I want all of you to see.

Stacey: [Gasps] My God.

Kathleen: I'm Kathleen McKinnon-Winthrop... and I've been in hiding for the last several years.

Dean: That's Cass' first wife.

Jake: Marley.

Kathleen: When I regained consciousness, agents from the Federal Government told me that my plane had been sabotaged by a man who was involved in illegal activities. He did this because I was investigating him at the time and he knew I was close to revealing him. I testified against him, in secret, and he was sent to prison. This man tried to kill me by sabotaging the plane. And even from prison he was a threat to me and my family. I was forced to go into hiding. I was immediately put into the witness protection program and given a new identity. The official report from the plane crash listed me as deceased, and I was forbidden to speak to anyone I knew before the crash. I've been living this way for several years now, but I can't live like that anymore. My family and my friends are supporting me in this. I'm coming forward today because I can't hide anymore. I will not give up my life and my family. I won't run anymore. I'm here today because I refuse to hide from Carl Hutchins any longer.

Stacey: Carl Hutchins is alive.

Michael: Oh, my God. Donna.

Vicky: Hold on to me.

Donna: Oh, my God.

Vicky: All right.

Ryan: What's going on?

Vicky: Carl Hutchins was married to my mother.

Donna: He can't be alive.

Cass: I'm Cass Winthrop. I was Kathleen's husband. We're here today to send a message to Carl Hutchins. We know you're out there. You can't hurt us anymore. Stay away from Kathleen and anyone who knows her. The FBI is guarding all of us around the clock. It's over. You can't touch her again. If you make even one move toward Kathleen, or any of us, we'll get you, Carl. I promise.

Carl: Why, Cass, you're as sweet and tiresome as ever. Well, you may be home again, Kathleen, but you're not home‑free.

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