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Another World Transcript Tuesday 2/20/07
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Paulina: What do you want?
Jake: That was fast. Are you ok?
Paulina: Sure, are you?
Jake: Yeah, I'm great.
Paulina: Good. So they let you out of the hospital, huh?
Jake: Well, they said if I don't pay them back, they're gonna repossess my health such as it is.
Paulina: Your message sounded kind of urgent. What is it?
Jake: Paulina, you don't know?
John: Well, thanks. I appreciate you checking into it. I'll talk to my wife, and I'll get back to you. Yeah, thanks.
Sharlene: Hi. How's my boy?
John: Sleeping like a baby.
Sharlene: Yeah, when did you put him down?
John: About a half an hour ago.
Sharlene: Good. So, my love, what would you say to an early dinner in front of the fireplace before he wakes up?
John: I'd rather know where you went because wherever it was, you sure seem to feel better.
Sharlene: I am better. I am better.
John: Sharlene, I'm really sorry. I hate to argue.
Sharlene: So do I, John. So do I.
John: But if this new therapist that you're seeing is helping, then I'm glad I forced the issue.
Sharlene: What therapist?
John: Well, when you left, you said that you were going to talk to someone about Sharly.
Sharlene: I know, I know.
John: I assumed that ‑‑
Sharlene: No. No, I went to see Grant Harrison.
Frankie: Cass probably doesn't even need a divorce from you.
Kathleen: Well, we'll see. And if he does, then I'll give him one.
Frankie: Another big sacrifice, huh?
Kathleen: Frankie, I think you would be clicking your heels together here.
Frankie: Why would I be doing that, Kathleen? So far, your noble gestures have gotten you ensconced in this mansion with my husband and all of my friends falling all over themselves to help you out.
Kathleen: Well, it has turned out better than I expected.
Frankie: Oh, good. Yeah, and when I'm at my most obnoxious, agree with me. It cuts me right off at the knees.
Frankie: You're really good, Kathleen.
Kathleen: Well, I can't be that good. I certainly don't know what to say now.
Frankie: Well, then don't say anything. I've been standing in the background making the coffee since you got here. And now I want my turn.
Kathleen: Well, I think that's a very good idea.
Frankie: I'm glad you agree.
Cass: What is? What are you two talking about?
Frankie: Guess what? Kathleen is going to give you a divorce.
Cass: That's what you two were really talking about?
Kathleen: After we exchanged recipes, of course.
Cass: I guess it is the next logical step. I just...
Frankie: It's ‑‑ it's a formality, right?
Cass: I just wasn't thinking that we would talk about it today.
Frankie: I didn't think there was anything to talk about.
Cass: Well, for one thing, there's grounds.
Cass: I'd have to file, of course, because you don't have any.
Kathleen: Well, if that's what you ‑‑ wait one second here. I don't have any grounds? That's what you're saying?
Cass: Kathleen, you are the one who deserted me.
Kathleen: I was saving your life.
Cass: Oh, well, I suppose that's one way of looking at it.
Kathleen: What other way is there to look at it? What have you done for me that equals that?
Cass: Who got you out of that wheelchair?
Kathleen: I did.
Cass: Oh, come on, Kathleen.
Kathleen: Now you're taking credit for my recovery.
Cass: Who provided you with love, understanding, puppets?
Kathleen: You loved that. You finally had what you wanted, total control.
Frankie: Even their fights are just adorable.
Cass: Now it comes out! It's back to that again?
Frankie: Would you guys just stop it? This is ridiculous.
Kathleen: I agree with you, Frankie.
Cass: There's no-fault divorce in this state anyway.
Kathleen: No-fault divorce, isn't that an oxymoron?
Cass: A figure of speech, the conjunction of contradictory terms.
Frankie: Oh, thanks for filling me in, Cass.
Cass: Anyway, yeah, it could be done easily, I suppose.
Frankie: And then you and I would have to be married?
Kathleen: Well, maybe we can get a judge to give us a group rate.
Frankie: Could you stop with the jokes, please?
Cass: It's just her way, Frankie.
Frankie: Oh, another intimate little insight. Thank you so much.
Rachel: Oh, hello, Ryan.
Ryan: Hello, Mrs. Cory. May I come in?
Rachel: Yes, certainly. Come on in.
Ryan: I understand that Kathleen Winthrop is going to be staying here for a little while.
Rachel: Yes, until we find her a safer place to stay.
Ryan: Well, I'd like to talk to her. I'd like you to be there, too, if possible.
Rachel: Yes, certainly. Come on in. She's in here.
Rachel: Kathleen, this is Ryan Harrison.
Frankie: Hey, Ryan.
Rachel: He's with the police.
Cass: What are you doing here?
Ryan: I'm on a special detail. Our assignment is to help the Federal Government provide protection for you until ‑‑ well, until we're no longer needed.
Cass: Any idea how long that will be?
Ryan: Well, the feds are tracking Carl Hutchins right now. He dropped out of sight after he was released from prison. We'll know a lot more once they locate him.
Kathleen: And until then?
Ryan: We'll take care of everything.
Rachel: What does that mean?
Ryan: It means that, um, well, preparing for the worst.
John: Why did you go and see Grant Harrison?
Sharlene: To ask him if he had seen any signs of Sharly. And he hasn't.
John: Can you trust him?
Sharlene: Yes, John. I'm sure he was telling me the truth. And he has not seen Sharly since I came back. Not at all, not once.
John: Well, that's good.
Sharlene: Taylor is wrong about me. She's wrong about me. I'm all right, John.
John: Are you sure that Grant is leveling with you?
Sharlene: Why wouldn't he?
John: He's not exactly a disinterested party.
Sharlene: Neither is Taylor.
John: But Grant made no bones about the fact that he wanted to take you away from me. All Taylor tried to do was to help.
Sharlene: I don't agree with you. And even if I did, I don't need help. And the things that have been happening to me do not make sense.
John: Dr. Hudson. Yes. Are you sure about that? Uh, no. I'll get back to you. Thank you.
Sharlene: Who was that?
John: It was the baby‑sitting agency. I had called them to ask if our sitter was available now ‑‑ the one that was cancelled.
Sharlene: Why would you do that, John? It's going great. I love taking care of Gregory.
John: No, that's really not the point.
Sharlene: What is?
John: The woman on the phone said that our sitter didn't cancel; you cancelled her.
Sharlene: That's not true.
John: Then why would she say that?
Sharlene: I don't know, John. And I don't care because I never made that call.
Paulina: Look, Jake, I can't stay very long. Rachel's expecting me.
Jake: Dean said that it was all right if I stayed for one night.
Paulina: He did?
Jake: Yeah, you know, if it wasn't for that kid, I'd be sleeping on a park bench using a "Bay City Herald" as a blanket.
Paulina: Oh, I'm sure you could find some place, Jake.
Jake: Who would take me in? I'm the man that was supposed to have raped my own fiancée.
Paulina: You could go to a hotel.
Jake: How would I pay for that? I don't have a dime, no job. And I have a bill at the hospital that's the size of the national debt. What am I supposed to do?
Paulina: I don't know.
Jake: I keep thinking about that night, you know. I had so many plans. I mean, I messed things up with Marley, but I could have made that right. I made a demo tape that was damn good. And I was gonna get this business on its feet, and I was gonna take Marley away. And then I took the bullet. And my hopes and my dreams went down with me.
Paulina: It wasn't exactly like that, Jake.
Jake: How do you mean?
Paulina: How were you going to get things from ‑‑ how could you make things right with Marley? She told a whole courtroom full of people that you raped her. And you had money problems before you were...before you were hurt, you had big money problems. Yeah, a new reel could have helped, but it wouldn't have changed much.
Jake: I still had a chance. I still had a fighting chance ‑‑
Paulina: What do you want from me, Jake?
Jake: You don't know? Paulina, you're the only one that I can talk to.
Paulina: Well, I don't know ‑‑ I don't know anything. I just got back from a trip with Grant.
Jake: Why don't you tell me how that is? Why don't you just ‑‑ why don't you tell me everything about you and Grant?
Paulina: Well, you know, I'd like to, but like I said, I'm late for a meeting with Rachel.
Jake: It's a bad feeling, isn't it? That's a bad feeling thinking maybe that it's too late. You know, I think I know what ‑‑ what's going to help me get back on my feet. I think the key is that night. I think that I should remember. I think that I should remember what happened ‑‑ who shot me.
Jake: And you know something?
Paulina: No, what?
Jake: Paulina, I'm starting to get flashes. I mean, I'm starting to remember that night.
Paulina: I have to go.
Paulina: I'll come back later. I promise.
Jake: Paulina, you don't have to go, do you? I mean, you're the only person that I can talk to.
Paulina: No, I have to go.
Jake: I'm afraid that ‑‑ that if I remember, I don't know how I'll face it alone.
Paulina: I have to go.
Jake: Paulina, wait. Rachel can wait. Rachel can damn well wait.
Wait a minute. I know.
Jake: Get out.
Paulina: What happened in here?
Jake: Do you have ears? I said get out!
Paulina: Where's Marley?
Paulina: Did she break up with you?
Paulina: She did, didn't she?
Jake: She found out about you, Paulina. I wonder how that happened. I tried to tell her that you didn't make a difference ‑‑ that you meant nothing to me.
Paulina: You told me that if she broke up with you, you were going to tell everybody what you knew about me.
Jake: That's right, I did. So why don't you run back to the Cory mansion and have a big party? Because I don't think you're going to be there very long.
Paulina: I'm not going anywhere. I'm not leaving here until you give me what you have on me.
Jake: Oh, what do you think that is?
Paulina: Something that says that I'm not Mac Cory’s daughter.
Jake: Very good.
Paulina: It's a lie. And I want it.
Jake: How much you gonna give me for that?
Paulina: I've already given you my money ‑‑
Jake: Bad answer, Paulina. That paper's going to the highest bidder. It's all I've got left.
Paulina: Something happened here.
Jake: And you're bidding against Iris.
Paulina: That's why you're like this. Something went on between you and Marley. What did you do to her?
Jake: Shut up! Why don't you start worrying about yourself? Iris hates your guts. She's foaming at the mouth because she wants to get rid of you so bad.
Jake: And your little trust fund is what she spends every day for lunch.
Paulina: You're disgusting!
Jake: Shut up. Don't you ever say that about me. The only reason I ever spent any time with you at all was to get something, and I did. Pretty soon you'll be back in the gutter where you belong. Now get out of here! I have some work to do, all right?
Jake: Don't bother looking for it, Paulina. You're not gonna find it, ok? Put the gun down.
Paulina: I want the papers, Jake.
Jake: You're not gonna shoot me.
Paulina: You're not gonna ruin my life. You can ruin Marley’s, you animal.
Jake: You're not gonna do anything, are you? Get out, Paulina.
Paulina: Oh, Jake. Jake! Oh!
Paulina: Jake? Did you remember something?
Jake: No. No, I ‑‑ for a couple of minutes, I thought I had something, but...
Paulina: Oh, that's too bad.
Jake: Well, it's close. I mean, I don't have to worry. It'll happen.
Paulina: You have to get out of here.
Paulina: This place ‑‑ it's not good for you. It's gotta be hard for you to be here.
Jake: No, Paulina. I have to be here.
Paulina: No, you don't, Jake. You have to forget the past. And I'm going to help you.
Paulina: However I can.
Jake: Why don't you promise me that you'll come back here after you go and see Rachel?
Paulina: What are we gonna do?
Jake: Oh, I don't know. We'll think of something. Paulina ‑‑ Paulina, I'm counting on you.
Paulina: Ok, I'll come back. I said I'd come back. But then I'm gonna get you out of here.
Jake: Whatever you want.
Jake: Whatever you want. Hey. Hurry back, ok?
Ryan: And we'll be providing protection for other members of your family as well, Mrs. Cory.
Ryan: If that's what it takes, yes.
Rachel: For how long?
Ryan: At least until Kathleen and Joe can find a safe place on their own. Until then, we'll figure out what the situation demands.
Cass: Any indication that Hutchins is aware of Kathleen’s statement to the public?
Ryan: No, not so far.
Cass: What do you think of this plan?
Ryan: Look, I'm just here to provide protection. And I'm going to need an awful lot of cooperation from all of you.
Kathleen: What kind of cooperation?
Ryan: Well, first of all, um, no surprises. You and members of your family and your friends are gonna need to tell me where you are and where you're going on a daily basis.
Frankie: You're going to cover all of those people?
Ryan: Yeah, those that are at risk, yes. I'm also gonna need you to vary your daily schedule.
Kathleen: I'm an old hand at this. I don't even brush my teeth at the same time every day.
Ryan: That's good. One last thing, I've also been instructed to get a statement from you ‑‑ anything that you've testified to before ‑‑ basically anything about Carl Hutchins.
Kathleen: Well, that could take some time.
Cass: We could go over to my office, unless, of course, you have a problem with that.
Kathleen: Cass, that's the point. I can't be afraid to leave the house. Oh, you were talking to him. Sorry.
Ryan: Well, let's go.
Rachel: Ryan, I hope you know what you're up against. Carl Hutchins doesn't stop at anything.
John: Sharlene, I'm not accusing you of anything. I'm only trying to figure this out.
Sharlene: Maybe the agency made a mistake and they're trying to cover up. Maybe they booked the same girl twice.
John: That could be it.
Sharlene: I just don't think that I should have to prove that they are wrong and I am right. I think that my word should be enough.
John: I agree.
John: Well, when I called home the other day, the machine was on. You said that if it was a warm day, you were going to take Gregory out. And for a moment ‑‑ just for a moment ‑‑ I was jerked back into that time, the way it used to be around here. And my stomach went into knots not knowing where you were or who you were with. I was stuck at the hospital. I couldn't leave. I didn't know if our life together was falling apart.
Sharlene: I can't imagine what that must have been like for you. But I wish that you could just believe that you will never have to live that way again. I promise you that.
What are you doing?
John: I'm gonna get somebody to cover for me tonight. Uh, hello. Yeah, this is Dr. Hudson. Can you page Walt Krieger for me, please? Have him give me a call at home. Thank you. I appreciate it.
Look, maybe we can have that dinner in front of the fireplace tonight.
Sharlene: You've never done that before ‑‑ gotten someone to cover for you.
John: Well, maybe it's about time I did. You can get some sleep. And I'll take the late shift with Gregory.
Sharlene: Is that who you're worried about?
John: I'm not worried about anything.
Sharlene: Well, you are suddenly pretty mellow for a guy that's been grilling me since I walked in the door.
John: Oh, come on, Sharlene.
Sharlene: No, John, you come on. You're staying home because you think I'm sick and you're afraid to leave me alone. Isn't that it?
John: Thanks, Walt. I really appreciate it. Thank you. Look, Sharlene, all I want to do is spend some time at home with you and with my son. Is there something wrong with that?
Sharlene: No, John. No, it's great. It's great unless you're doing it because you don't trust me anymore.
John: Sharlene, everything is going to be all right.
Sharlene: It would be all right now if you would just believe in me instead of Taylor.
John: Look, I'll go.
Sharlene: No, it's ok. You don't have to.
John: No, Sharlene, I know I don't have to. It's what I want to do. I want to spend the evening with you and my son, whether you believe me or not.
Sharlene: Damn it, damn it. What am I going to do? I'm going to call that nurse's registry myself. I'm just going to get to the bottom of this. Wait a minute.
Taylor: Uh‑huh, I'll be sure Mrs. Hudson gets the message. Yes, yes, thank you very much. Bye.
Sharlene: I didn't hear the phone.
Taylor: It just rang once. I thought it was my service so I picked it up.
Sharlene: Who was it?
Taylor: It was a childcare service. They found someone named Julie Tate.
Sharlene: Yes, she's a college student. She's very sweet.
Taylor: Well, I have some bad news for you.
Sharlene: Why ‑‑ what's happened?
Taylor: She's cancelled.
Sharlene: John, I just ‑‑ no, not yet. Oh, Taylor. I think it's time you started answering some of the questions for a change.
Rachel: Paulina, thank you for coming over. How was Washington?
Paulina: Oh, it was great. Grant and I had a terrific time.
Rachel: Oh, cherry blossoms out?
Paulina: I didn't notice. We didn't do a whole lot of sight‑seeing.
Rachel: Oh. Well, let's get right down to business. Would you like to take off your coat?
Rachel: I wanted to fill you in on some of the research I've done into your background.
Paulina: Uh‑huh, I figured it was about something like that.
Rachel: I've been talking with the people at the adoption agency, both here and in South America. I talked at length with the woman that gave Ken his information.
Paulina: I'll bet.
Rachel: I've done quite a bit of medical research into, uh, with a genetic specialist and an allergist about whether Mac could have passed on his allergy to any of his children.
Paulina: And what did you come up with?
Rachel: Nothing conclusive.
Paulina: I thought you were gonna tell me that you thought I was a fake.
Rachel: No, I can't do that.
Paulina: Well, if you're expecting me to fall over with relief, you can forget it. I don't need you or anyone else to tell me that Mac’s my father.
Cass: You don't have to stay, Frankie.
Frankie: For Kathleen’s statement? You don't want me to stay?
Cass: No, it's not that. It's just that you've been dragged through all of this and I thought maybe you'd like to have some time to yourself.
Frankie: Honey, did it bother you...talking about divorce?
Cass: Well, it's a little odd. That's all. Circumstances ending something that, left on its own, probably wouldn't have ended.
Frankie: Yeah, I know.
Cass: Hey, look at it this way. We get to do our wedding all over again.
Cass: We can do it right this time.
Frankie: Yeah. Promise not to get kidnapped?
Cass: I promise not to have any more wives resurrect from the dead.
Frankie: Oh, Cass. Cass, I know how much pressure you're under, and I'm really sorry if I haven't made it any easier on you. I really am, ok.
Cass: Wow, what?
Kathleen: These law offices ‑‑ you must be taking this law thing pretty seriously now, huh?
Frankie: Didn't you before?
Cass: Oh, no, not much. Is something wrong?
Kathleen: It's just strange. Everybody seems to have gone forward with their lives. I seem to have gotten stuck in neutral. So, um, detective, what do you need to know?
Ryan: Well, the history on Carl Hutchins mainly.
Cass: Well, I have a pile of material on him myself from a few years ago.
Ryan: Maybe I should look at that first and then let Kathleen fill me in on the rest later.
Cass: Yeah, I got it out last night. Here it is. Here.
Ryan: Thank you.
Cass: Well, I guess we have a few minutes to kill. Why don't we go over what we were discussing before?
Kathleen: All right, if you want.
Cass: We could go in my office.
Kathleen: Your office.
Cass: Frankie, I think it's a good idea if you look over that stuff on Hutchins, too.
Frankie: Yeah, sure.
Ryan: Nice lady.
How are you feeling, Frankie?
Frankie: Would you like some tea, Ryan?
Ryan: Oh, that bad, huh?
Frankie: Ryan, I don't want her to be dead. I really don’t. But why did she have to come back here?
Kathleen: I just never thought of myself as a divorcee. Of course, I never thought of myself as dead either.
Cass: Maybe we could get an annulment. Maybe the church would understand.
Kathleen: You never told me about my wake. Did everybody get plastered? Did anybody sing, "I'll take you home again, Kathleen"?
Cass: I don't think you want to touch on that.
Cass: Maybe from your vantage point, there's an element of humor to the grief and the mourning ‑‑
Kathleen: I said I was sorry.
Cass: But from where I stood, it was pretty real.
Kathleen: Well, at least you managed to get over it.
Cass: What's that supposed to mean?
Kathleen: It's pretty bizarre when you think about it. To know precisely what you mean to somebody that you love more than your own life. I mean, most couples just get to speculate. If you die, will you get married again? I don't have to speculate. I know. And I know exactly how long it took.
Cass: You could have told me. I would have waited. I would have come with you. I would have done anything!
Kathleen: What do you need to know...for the divorce?
Cass... it is what you want, isn't it?
Paulina: I'm still not sure why you asked me here.
Rachel: Did you see the men at the gate and the one outside at the door?
Paulina: Yes, I did.
Rachel: Those are security officers.
Paulina: What are they doing here?
Rachel: This family is under a serious threat from a man called Carl Hutchins. He is devious and a very vicious man who hated Mac and me.
Rachel: It's a long story. But the threat is real. We had thought that he was dead. But it seems that he isn’t. And if he comes to Bay City, the family could be in a great deal of danger.
Paulina: Well, not me.
Rachel: Oh, I think he would be particularly interested in you.
Paulina: So what am I supposed to do?
Rachel: I'll do it for you. I want to reinstate you into the family so that you will be under the protection that the rest of the family is.
Rachel: Because I don't want anything to happen to you.
Paulina: Uh‑huh. Uh...
Rachel: Paulina, I'm not forgetting about the lies. I just don't want to see anything bad happen to you.
Paulina: So when this, uh, Hutchins guy gets his, or leaves town or whatever, do I get tossed out on my ear?
Paulina: And what if somebody tells you things about me? What then?
Rachel: Then I'll deal with them.
Paulina: So how do I know that you're not going to say I'm in or out of the family whenever you feel like it?
Rachel: I've had some legal documents drawn up. A passbook put in your name.
Paulina: Which name?
Rachel: Paulina Cory... daughter of Maria DeSilva and Mackenzie Cory.
Ryan: You want to start on some of this stuff, Frankie?
Ryan: The material that Cass has on Hutchins.
Frankie: Y H.
Ryan: This guy is unbelievable.
Frankie: Better bone up then.
Ryan: Do you want to talk?
Frankie: What do you think of her?
Ryan: Like I said before, she's nice.
Frankie: That's it?
Ryan: I've only known her for about an hour, Frankie.
Frankie: Oh, come on, Ryan. You're trained to make good judgments about people. What is she after?
Ryan: What does she say she's after?
Frankie: That doesn't mean anything.
Frankie: Because ‑‑ she says that she wants to get out of our lives; that she wants to give Cass a divorce. But Cass looks at her, and I can tell he knows she's still in love with him.
Ryan: There's not much you can do about that.
Frankie: There's not much I can do about anything. And I'm getting really tired of having to bite my tongue.
Ryan: Who said so?
Frankie: Get real, Ryan. Kathleen's life is in danger, and she's being plucky and wonderful. And if I start whining because Cass isn't spending enough time with me, who looks like the jerk?
Ryan: Yeah, I see what you mean.
Frankie: Yeah, and so does Kathleen.
Ryan: You know what I don't understand about Kathleen is, why did she go after Hutchins in the first place? I mean, she knew that the odds were in his favor.
Frankie: I really think she did it to get one up on Cass.
Ryan: Frankie, that's crazy. What ‑‑
Frankie: You haven't seen them together, Ryan. I have. The way they talk to each other, the sparring, the one‑upmanship. They're so grand at the game. And now Kathleen has made the gutsiest move of all. How is Cass supposed to walk away from her now? I have to go for a walk.
Ryan: Frankie, where are you going?
Frankie: I don't know. I just can't stay around here.
Cass: My secretary will be able to get the papers out tomorrow.
Kathleen: She must be a peachy little typist.
Cass: It's not that complicated. We don't have that much community property ‑‑ just some wedding present money that gathered interest and the art that we bought on the trip. Do you want to retain your own lawyer?
Kathleen: No, I want to know why you're acting like a stuffy barrister.
Cass: I'm being businesslike. That's different.
Kathleen: A new you?
Cass: When they told me you were dead, I decided maybe Peter Pan should grow up.
Kathleen: And I'm stuck out there with the lost boys.
Cass: That's hardly how I would describe Joe. I hope you're very happy in your little safe house for two, by the way.
Kathleen: Are you happy?
Cass: Yes, I am.
Kathleen: And is this what you want?
Kathleen: Well, so do I. It's funny how these things turn out, huh?
Cass: Frankie needs to know that this is going to happen.
Kathleen: Oh, yes, I'm sure she does. I'm not exactly on her A‑list if you've noticed.
Cass: I don't make a fortune here, but I have a steady income. I think I could give you some kind of a ‑‑
Cass: Until Hutchins is put away and you're back on your feet.
Kathleen: I can get a job.
Cass: Yes, I can just see your co‑workers when you show up with your bulletproof vest and a bunch of bodyguards.
Kathleen: Cass, I don't want anything. No connections, no regrets. No connections, anyway.
Cass: I want ‑‑ I want to do something.
Kathleen: Not that. Not money, please!
Cass: Ok, I understand. I'll call you when the papers are ready for our signatures.
Kathleen: Well, we should get out there. Um, Frankie and Ryan are probably wondering what's taking so long.
Cass: Actually, it didn't take that long at all.
Kathleen: Time flies when you're having fun.
It seems like we should say something... momentous or clever, at least.
Cass: Gee, I'm sorry, Kathleen, but I'm fresh out of bon mot. This didn't have to happen. It was your choice. If you're so angry at me because I kept on living, that's just too bad, Kathleen!
Kathleen: Don't sugarcoat it on my account.
Cass: You're right. Frankie and Ryan must be waiting for us.
Ryan: She went for a walk.
Cass: You let her leave?
Ryan: She's all right, Cass.
Cass: I don't care, Ryan. I don't want her out there alone.
Paulina: All done.
Rachel: I'll have Cass file these.
Paulina: If you're waiting for me to say thank you, I ‑‑
Rachel: Oh, don't worry. I've given up expecting you to do that. And I think you could...stop trying to be so defensive.
Paulina: I guess I owe this Hutchins guy.
Rachel: You don't owe him anything. What we've just done is to prevent him from using this dispute to his advantage.
Paulina: So I'm in?
Rachel: So you're in.
Paulina: Wait till I tell Grant.
Rachel: You're really involved with Grant, huh?
Paulina: Yep. Something wrong with that?
Rachel: I just don't want to see you hurt.
Paulina: Grant wouldn't do that.
Rachel: Well, I wouldn't count on any guarantees in the future.
Paulina: You don't know anything about Grant.
Rachel: Oh, I know enough to make an opinion.
Paulina: He cares about me, Rachel.
Rachel: Paulina, he is a middle‑aged man who has been going from one woman to another since he was in short pants. And I'm sure there's any number of women who thought that they were special.
Paulina: People change.
Rachel: Right. Well, would you like to stay to dinner and we'll try to end the hostilities?
Paulina: No, no, I'm sorry. I can't do that.
Rachel: Because of Grant?
Paulina: Yeah, I'm meeting him.
Paulina: I'll call you tomorrow.
Rachel: All right.
Kathleen: Cass? See, they really shouldn't leave this key outside under that pot.
Kathleen: This really won't take a second. I can't believe that I forgot my lucky toothbrush. It's kept me alive all of these years.
Kathleen: Here it is, here it is. See? Voilá.
Kathleen: Cass? Well, I hope he found her.
Ryan: I'm sure he will. They read each other pretty well.
Kathleen: You're a friend of hers, aren't you?
Ryan: Yeah, we've been through a lot together.
Kathleen: Does she love him? I'm sorry. If that makes you feel disloyal, you don't have to answer.
Ryan: Can't you tell that for yourself?
Kathleen: Well, right now I can see that she feels threatened. And that could be from love or a threat to her security.
Ryan: Yeah, well, whatever it is, I think it's between Cass and Frankie, don't you?
Ryan: They love each other... a lot.
Kathleen: So, I... I'm doing the right thing.
Ryan: Well, I better fill you in on the rest of the security plans.
Kathleen: Cut to the chase. What are my odds in making ‑‑ making it through this?
Kathleen: This plan of going public. Am I going to make it?
Ryan: Listen, don't you have some lucky toothpaste to find ‑‑
Kathleen: Answer my question.
Ryan: The squad that's protecting you is well‑trained. We know what we're up against, and we know what we're doing.
Kathleen: I'm not so sure about that.
Ryan: Excuse me?
Kathleen: I know Carl Hutchins. And he doesn't intimidate easily.
Ryan: So then why did you come back?
Kathleen: The truth? I hate hotels.
Ryan: Oh, come on.
Kathleen: Years and years of those little bitty‑bitty‑bitty bars of soap that always disappear in the bathtub. And ‑‑ and never being able to get a really good rare steak in room service. I said, hey, this is living?!
Ryan: Yeah, I guess every once in a while, you gotta think about things like that.
Kathleen: Having a home... being with the people that you love...well, that's underrated in my book.
Ryan: Yeah, I've just discovered that myself.
Kathleen: So I'd really like to stay around and enjoy it, if you know what I mean. That stuff about the squad ‑‑ it was just an evasion, wasn't it?
Ryan: Yeah, I guess it was.
Kathleen: Forget the PR. In your informed opinion, am I going to make it through this?
Ryan: In my informed opinion, there are people who are taking an incredible risk with your life.
Sharlene: No, Taylor, not a session. How about just lunch? Uh, Paradise maybe? Around 1:00? Good, uh, 'cause I miss confiding in you. See you tomorrow. Friends. [Sighs] Good, she bought it. Hi, did you get him down?
John: Yeah, his pacifier fell out. That's all.
Sharlene: You were up there a long time.
John: I was watching him sleep.
Sharlene: He's beautiful, isn't he?
John: And so are you. Sharlene, I want you to know that I love you very much and I trust you and that I am on your side.
Sharlene: John, you won't regret that. I promise you. You won't regret it.
So, the whole night? I've got you the whole night?
John: That's right. And I figure we've got about 45 minutes before you‑know‑who wakes up and wants his dinner.
Sharlene: 45 minutes.
Sharlene: The possibilities just boggle the mind.
John: They boggle your mind? My mind's boggled, too.
Paulina: I'm back. You don't look very good.
Jake: How was Rachel?
Paulina: The same.
Jake: So, what did she want?
Paulina: Not much. I think they let you out of the hospital too early. Are you all right?
Jake: Well, I'm glad you are here.
Paulina: I was there a lot, you know, when you were in a coma.
Jake: You were?
Paulina: You don't remember?
Jake: No, and to tell you the truth, I really don't remember that much.
Paulina: I used to read to you. Motorcycle magazines, newspapers. I even tried a dirty book once. The nurse said there was a small chance that you might hear me. I never knew for sure.
Jake: Well, I'm...really touched considering.
Paulina: Considering what?
Jake: Considering not too many people wanted to know my name, much less come and visit me.
Paulina: You look exhausted, Jake.
Jake: I really haven't slept that well since I came to.
Scared, I guess.
Paulina: Why don't you lie down? I'll get a blanket.
Paulina: You know, you really have to sleep if you want to get your strength back.
Paulina: Here you go.
Jake: You know, maybe I can sleep in my place, you know?
Paulina: I'll see you in the morning, all right?
Jake: Wait. Do you think you could sit for awhile?
Paulina: Yeah, sure. Whatever you want.
Jake: Great, whatever I want.
Cass: I took a stupid chance with her life ‑‑ is that what you really think?
Ryan: Oh, come on, Cass.
Cass: No, no, I'd like to know, Ryan.
Kathleen: Cass, the guy is a cop. He has to make it look like it's a big deal or you, the taxpayer, won't think you're getting your money's worth.
Cass: I never would have suggested this if I didn't think it could work.
Kathleen: See? There he goes again ‑‑ taking credit for everything.
Cass: What are you talking about?
Kathleen: I hate to tell you this, Cass, but I thought of this whole thing before I even saw you in New Orleans. No more witness protection program, no more skinny hotel towels. But you know, I knew that Joe would give me flack about it. So when you came up with the idea, it was perfect. You took the heat and I got what I wanted.
Cass: Oh, come off it, Kathleen.
Kathleen: Isn't that what I was just telling you, Ryan?
Ryan: I'm not at liberty to discuss those conversations.
Kathleen: Yeah, well, it's the truth, and I was just saying to Ryan here that I had made the decision, and it was totally without you. I mean, you know how I am.
Cass: Yes, I do. It was my plan. I conceived it, Kathleen.
Kathleen: So you came up with the particulars ‑‑ big deal. It was my decision. And I made it with my eyes wide open.
Frankie: I'll get it. Hello. Hey, Joe. It's not for you. It's for Ryan.
Ryan: Yeah, Joe. Oh, he is? Yeah, I'll tell her.
Cass: Tell her what?
Kathleen: I don't think he got a great break on a used car.
Cass: What is it?
Ryan: It's Hutchins. He's been spotted. He's come out of hiding.
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