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Another World Transcript Tuesday 2/27/07
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Vicky: Just where do you think you're going?
Ryan: To make coffee.
Vicky: I'll make coffee. Later.
Ryan: No, sorry, you had your chance.
Ryan: Mm‑hmm, you should've been up at sunrise, making me a warm, nutritious breakfast.
Vicky: I was busy at sunrise.
Ryan: Mm‑hmm, and then, give me a cute kiss and a wave good‑bye.
Vicky: All right. You have your choice now. You've got June Cleaver for breakfast or me in bed.
Ryan: June Cleaver? I'm thinking.
Vicky: I'll help you decide.
Ryan: Well, who's that?
Vicky: It doesn't matter. They'll go away.
Amanda: Where's Alli?
Sam: Alli is fine. I made us pancakes for breakfast.
Amanda: God, I can still taste the smoke and feel the heat.
Sam: I know, I know.
Amanda: She could've been in that.
Sam: You just went in right after her, didn't you?
Amanda: Oh, I didn't even think; I just went in. I didn't remember anything until I saw you. I can't tell you how glad I was to see you there. I have to ask you, did you mean what you said last night?
Amanda: Hi, baby, how are you? How you doing? [Laughs]
Joe: I want you two to relieve the night shift. They'll be around in an hour. I want forensics to go over every centimeter of that place and then we'll check them against the fire chief's report. Then and only then we will let the clearing team in. But first, I want security clearances on everyone on that team before they step foot in that place, all right? Any questions? Let's go to it then, all right?
Kathleen: Rachel's studio.
Joe: It's just fortunate that no one was seriously hurt.
Kathleen: They going to be able to find out what started the fire?
Joe: Yeah, I think so; they're professionals.
Kathleen: So is Carl.
Kathleen: What if Amanda had been killed? What if her little girl had been in there?
Joe: Kathleen, this is not your fault.
Kathleen: Oh, come on, Joe, I've been saying it all along; my coming out of hiding was a big mistake for everyone.
Cass: Ah, great, just in time.
Frankie: For what?
Cass: For breakfast.
Frankie: Oh, you cooked.
Cass: Don't worry; the bacon is ersatz. I would never compromise your principles.
Frankie: Why are you doing all of this?
Cass: Because I gave you another awful night last night, and I'm sorry.
Frankie: Cass, it's all right; there was a fire.
Cass: No, it's not all right. Here, have some juice.
Frankie: You had to make sure Kathleen was ok.
Cass: Things are going to work themselves out. I know it.
Frankie: But it's not going to happen overnight, right?
Cass: Kathleen gets settled in, we won't have to have a guard at our front door anymore. Things will get back to normal again.
Frankie: You know what, counselor? You're kidding yourself.
Cass: I never kid a kidder.
Frankie: But maybe you're just trying to make things work out. I deserve the truth, Cass.
Cass: Frankie, I haven't lied to you.
Frankie: No, you've just left a few things out.
Cass: Like what?
Frankie: Like you still love Kathleen.
Cass: Oh, come on, Frankie.
Frankie: You come on, Cass. I saw you last night. It was all over your face. You still love her.
Cass: You see, this is harder than I ever expected.
Cass: When you lose somebody or you think that they've died, you don't stop loving them, so you're stuck with these feelings and you kind of put them in a little box and you store them in the back of your heart and try to forget them and get on with your life. How can I make you understand this? I love you, I'm in love with you now, in our present, for our life.
Frankie: But someone opened up the box.
Cass: Yeah, that's it. But it's different.
Frankie: But you still love her.
Cass: Yes, I do, but I have the capacity to ‑‑
Frankie: But you love a lot of people. I know, you love your sister, for example.
Cass: Exactly, and Felicia.
Frankie: But the question is, Cass, do you love Kathleen the way you love me?
Cass: I love her the way I love her.
Frankie: And does whatever way that is include wanting to go to bed with her, Cass? Can we nail that down, at least?
Frankie: What? Guess who.
Kathleen: I'm sorry. I need to talk to you. Can you come by this morning?
Cass: I'll try, but it'll have to be later.
Kathleen: Sure. Of course, I'll talk to you later. Bye.
Matt: Are those guys cops or feds out there?
Kathleen: Oh, a little of this, a little of that.
Matt: It's wild. They're poking, prodding, shifting through. I'm expecting it. Columbo to come up and start asking me questions.
Kathleen: Matt, I'm so sorry about all of this.
Matt: Why? It's not as if you lit the match.
Kathleen: Yeah, well, see, I have a sick feeling that I might as well have.
Matt: Come on, no, no, no. Faulty wiring, the fireman said.
Kathleen: Which just happened to give out the minute I arrived on the scene.
Matt: Coincidence. Come on, I say we count our blessings, like Paulina grabbing Amanda out of there.
Kathleen: Thank God. If she hadn’t...
Matt: And she did. And they're both fine.
Kathleen: Are you sure?
Matt: Yeah, I talked to Sam this morning. Paulina's back at the hotel, even though we wanted her to stay here.
Kathleen: Maybe she's into peace and quiet.
Matt: Now you're sounding like your old self again.
Kathleen: My old self has gotten a lot of people into a lot of danger.
Matt: Come on, I don't want to hear that.
Kathleen: Matt, I think I should move out.
Matt: That's crazy. You came here to be safe.
Kathleen: Which, consequently, put your whole family in danger.
Matt: My Mom knew what she was doing when she made the offer.
Kathleen: Yes, but I don't think Rachel counted on the fact that Carl would show his face the minute I showed mine.
Matt: That was part of the deal, though, to smoke this guy out, right? Wrong choice of words. Sorry about that.
Kathleen: It's good to see you.
Matt: Listen, will you stay if I tell you a little secret?
Kathleen: I've grown to hate secrets, Matt.
Matt: Ok, no secrets. This is not a secret. When I was a callow youth ‑‑
Matt: Thank you very much. When I was considerably younger, I had what is known as a bad crush on you.
Matt: Yes, I did.
Matt: Come on, so will you stay for old times' sake? Mom will have a fit if I lose a house guest.
Kathleen: That was a good try, Matt, but I really think that I should go, for your sake and everybody’s. Hi.
Kathleen: I need you.
Joe: Well, that's refreshing.
Kathleen: Joe, I mean it. Can you find a safe house fast? I should move out today.
Michael: So, Carl Hutchins' name is nowhere near those holding company reports? That's a nice piece of work.
Stacey: [Whispering] Hi. Do you want me to wait?
Michael: Look, if you find out anything else about him, give me a call right away. All right, thanks, bye. Well, you look really nice.
Stacey: Hi ‑‑ oh, thank you. I came by because I thought you'd want to know that the police don't think Hutchins had anything to do with the Cory fire.
Michael: Yeah, I know.
Stacey: Cass called. He said the wiring in the ‑‑ what do you mean, you know?
Michael: I already got a report on that subject.
Stacey: How? It hasn't even been confirmed yet. Some hotshot lawyer you have, huh?
Michael: I have no complaints.
Stacey: Should've known that your sources would be as good, if not better, than mine.
Michael: Stacey, I'm really glad you're staying on top of all this.
Stacey: Yeah, barging into the middle of your morning with my big news. I wonder why I didn't just telephone you.
Michael: Maybe you just wanted to come over and see me.
Stacey: I really don't like this, you know.
Stacey: This whole thing is making me nervous, you know? I'm always so good with my time, with the clients' time, and ‑‑
Stacey: And now I've found myself being inefficient and...
Michael: Just shut up before you hurt my feelings again.
Stacey: I'm sorry.
Michael: Lousy timing.
Michael: Don't go away.
Michael: Michael Hudson.
Lucas: Michael, Lucas here.
Michael: Yeah, Lucas, what can I do for you?
Lucas: I heard you're keeping tabs on Carl Hutchins.
Michael: What do you know?
Lucas: He has just rented a suite at the Breckenridge building. Sounds like he's planning on staying in Bay City for a while.
Michael: Not if I have anything to say about it.
Lucas: Just thought I'd let you know.
Michael: Thanks, I appreciate it.
Lucas: No problem. Yet.
Carl: And what do you suppose he'll make of that?
Amanda: I think playing with Mr. Bunny sure tired her out. She's down for her nap already.
Sam: Yeah, kids are pretty resilient these days.
Amanda: I just hope it doesn't confuse her ‑‑ having both of us here.
Sam: It seemed to make sense last night. Seeing us both together like that, I think, is good for her.
Amanda: I have to admit, it confused me a little, waking up. First I didn't remember anything, just that something enormous had happened.
Sam: Or something that didn't happen.
Amanda: I could've died. Makes you realize what's really important, what you really feel.
Sam: It was like for a moment there, the whole of last year didn't happen.
Amanda: That I was your wife again. Was that it?
Sam: Yes, for a moment.
Amanda: You said that you wanted to die when you thought you lost me.
Sam: I shouldn't have said that.
Amanda: Why not? If it's true, then it must mean something.
Sam: Yeah, it does. It means that I have to hurt like hell all over again for what we had and what you threw away.
Amanda: Can't we get past that?
Sam: How? I have to ask myself this again, how could you have turned your back on our marriage, the child that we had together, just for a few kicks with Evan?
Amanda: I don't know. I wish ‑‑ I'm sorry, I'm sor ‑‑
Sam: Yeah, I am sorry, too, because I have to feel like this again. I didn't always feel like this. It didn't come back to me, but it all came back to me last night, how we felt, how we were together, and you threw it all away.
Amanda: I see. Well, at least now you have your freedom.
Sam: Freedom, yeah, free to feel like this again, huh?
[Knock at door]
Olivia: Hi. Oh, is this a bad time?
Matt: Did he find a safe place?
Kathleen: Mm, Joe’s pretty effective, especially when he's mad.
Matt: Why is he mad?
Kathleen: He preferred me dead, so to speak.
Matt: Oh, he's in the minority. So what is it like to be back from the beyond?
Kathleen: It's fairly weird. A lot of places seem exactly the same ‑‑ like this place.
Matt: We redecorated.
Kathleen: I know, but it feels the same. I keep expecting Mac to walk through the door and then I remember.
Matt: Yeah, he's gone for real.
Kathleen: It hurts, though, doesn't it?
Matt: It comes and goes.
Kathleen: As they say, life goes on. And it went on. A lot of people got used to my being gone.
Matt: A lot can happen in a few years.
Kathleen: Yeah, like you. You're a big grown‑up person now, with your own music studio.
Matt: We got a good place, good equipment, first artist, first job coming up... gonna need a staff pretty soon.
Kathleen: Oh, really? Keep me in mind.
Matt: You can submit your application in ‑‑
Marley: Oh, I don't believe this.
Kathleen: Well, I'm having a hard time believing it myself.
Jamie: Welcome home.
Kathleen: Oh, Jamie.
Jamie: Good to see you.
Matt: Keep telling her that. Maybe she'll stay.
Jamie: I thought you were.
Kathleen: Well, the fire changed my mind.
Jamie: Why? That wasn't connected, and everybody's fine. I talked to them.
Kathleen: It was a terrible night for your whole family.
Jamie: Not everybody.
Matt: Wait a minute. I know that look.
Jamie: You may as well be the first to know.
Kathleen: This is wonderful. Marley, it's great.
Matt: Good work, brother.
Jamie: Thank you.
Matt: See that? You make good things happen, too.
Vicky: Don't you want to quit your job and be my love slave?
Ryan: Uh, I'm a civil servant. I get benefits.
Vicky: I give benefits.
Ryan: Mm‑hmm. [Moans] I've got to go.
Ryan: Uh‑huh. Really. I know you hate this. But I need you to trust me.
Vicky: What? That you won't fool around with the other lady cops in the station?
Ryan: No, I need you to know that I'm good, that I know what I'm doing, that I don't take crazy chances.
Vicky: The normal chances are bad enough.
Ryan: I'm a package deal.
Vicky: Yeah, I know that. On a good day. And I know you're good at what you do and I'm very proud of you.
Ryan: Well, thank you.
Vicky: So, go nail that slime ball Hutchins and make the world grateful.
Ryan: I'm working on it. Bye‑bye.
Vicky: Ryan, I've got to last all day.
Ryan: I'll see you soon.
Jake: Whoa, you've got everything but the little white picket fence, huh? I hope you don't mind, but I let myself in the back way.
Vicky: Get the hell out of my house. Damn you, Jake! Get out of my house!
Jake: Listening to you scream obscenities at me really lets me know I'm back.
Vicky: I have a very close relationship with the cops.
Jake: I know. I saw you through the window. Aren't you glad I didn't interrupt?
Vicky: Give me the key.
Jake: Vick, you're keeping this under the same old rock. You better watch out. Somebody dangerous could get a hold of that.
Vicky: I'll take care of it.
Jake: That a girl. Listen, I know you probably hate my guts.
Vicky: You can cut the "probably."
Jake: It's far out, you know? You go to sleep for four months and you wake up and everybody hates your guts.
Vicky: Jake, I've got news for you. Everybody hated your guts before.
Jake: It's funny ‑‑ I just, uh, it changes the way that you look at your life.
Vicky: You better keep looking over your shoulder. There are a lot of people who are sorry you ever woke up.
Jake: Tell me the truth, Vick. You really think I deserve it?
Vicky: What? Are you kidding? Everywhere I look in my life, there's wreckage because of you.
Jake: Maybe there's some things that you don't know.
Vicky: I don't want to know anything else about you. Sometimes I wonder what I would have done that night if somebody hadn't already shot you.
Jake: That night.
Vicky: I'm the one who found you. You dirt bag. Lying in a pool of blood. I should've called my friends and had a party, but I called 911.
Jake: Well, I guess I owe you my life.
Vicky: Don't mention it.
Jake: I'm grateful.
Vicky: I'd be grateful if I never saw you again. Why don't you leave town?
Jake: Can't do that, Vicky. I'm not going to go anywhere until I make things right.
Jake: You'll see, you will see. I have to tell you, though, I am really happy that things are happening for you and Ryan.
Vicky: I can live without your blessing.
Jake: It must take some of the sting out of the fact that Marley stole your guy.
Vicky: Forget it, Jake. The old games don't work anymore.
Jake: I'm sorry, Vick, I don't do games anymore.
Vicky: You are not going to drive a wedge between Marley and me. We are too close and we've been through too much. We're sisters. Bonded. Got it?
Jake: Whatever you say.
Vicky: I am very happy for her and Jamie. Jamie and Marley deserve each other.
Jake: I believe you.
Vicky: You and Marley are just a bad piece of history. Over. Done with.
Jake: Things with Marley and me will never be over.
Matt: You set the date yet?
Jamie: That's the next project. I don't care, as long as it's soon.
Ryan: Excuse me.
Ryan: Headquarters just said that you and Joe are leaving town.
Kathleen: No, we're going to find a safe house as soon as possible. Is that a problem?
Ryan: No, either way, we would have had to pull back on security. We just can't afford the manpower.
Kathleen: Oh, of course, I understand.
Matt: When this Carl Hutchins leaves town, the worst will be over, right?
Ryan: No, he's actually going to be staying in town for a while. He's rented a suite.
Kathleen: Have they found out how long of a lease he has?
Ryan: We will soon.
Kathleen: All the more reason for me to get out of here as soon as possible.
Ryan: Listen, I'm gonna go check with forensics to see if they found anything more about the fire.
Matt: Yeah, I'll go with you. The insurance company wants to talk to us over there.
Jamie: Ok. Will you be ok?
Marley: Yes, of course. Kathleen and I will catch up.
Kathleen: I really am happy for you.
Marley: Thank you.
Kathleen: It seems just like yesterday that Ben was bringing you over to our house for dinner and ‑‑
Marley: Poker. How's Ben?
Kathleen: He's ok.
Marley: You said it seems like yesterday. It's like a lifetime. A lot has happened.
Kathleen: Marley, this may not be the best timing in the world, but it might be the only time I get to talk to you.
Marley: About what?
Kathleen: About Jake.
Marley: Kathleen, I don't think I want to talk about Jake.
Kathleen: Marley, I know how hard this must be, but I remember how much you loved one another.
Marley: I don't love him. I just know what it feels like to hate him.
Kathleen: It takes a lot of energy, Marley. Believe me; I know. I spent quite a few years hating somebody for ruining my life.
Marley: I don't intend to let Jake ruin my life.
Kathleen: Are you pressing charges?
Marley: Kathleen, he raped me. He hurt me in a way that changed my life. Did he deny it?
Kathleen: He says that your memories of that night are different.
Marley: I was warned. I was told that he would take it back, I didn't have a witness, I didn't have any way to prove it. He admitted it to me, Kathleen.
Kathleen: He admitted it?
Marley: Yes. Did he ask you to talk me out of pressing charges?
Kathleen: I said I would talk to you. I'm sorry. Obviously that was a mistake.
Marley: Just so much has happened... that you don't know.
Kathleen: I guess you're right. Everything is different. Everybody that I thought I knew is different.
Frankie: You should go. Kathleen is waiting.
Cass: I'm not going anywhere until we talk about what you said.
Frankie: I shouldn't have said what I said. I'm sorry.
Cass: No, no, you've made me face some things.
Cass: When I look at Kathleen, I feel confused. I experience a whole range of feelings ‑‑ love, pain, rage... the combination changes every day.
Frankie: And one of those elements is attraction?
Frankie: Great. I had to ask, right?
Cass: There's more.
Frankie: I don't want to hear anymore, thank you.
Cass: Yes, I still feel confused about Kathleen, but I'm clear ‑‑ crystal clear about you.
Frankie: Now I'm confused, Cass.
Cass: I love you. I treasure you. I don't want to do anything to destroy our marriage.
Frankie: Then what are we going to call this, Cass, friendly fire?
Cass: Please, don't lose faith in me.
Frankie: I'm trying not to. But I have to be honest with you, too, Cass. I ‑‑ this hurts me. I don't know how much more of this I can take.
Cass: What are you saying?
Frankie: I'm saying that until you ‑‑ while you're trying to figure out what it is you feel for Kathleen, you may just lose us.
Amanda: Don't go too far, Alli. I wish you weren't still so angry with me.
Sam: So do I.
What are you doing?
Olivia: You told me you wanted some space, so I'm going to give it to you. I'm moving out.
Stacey: Frankie, hi.
Frankie: Hi, Stacey.
Stacey: I came looking for your husband, but the guard told me I already missed him.
Frankie: Yeah, well, he's off seeing his other wife.
Stacey: Oh, Frankie, you must feel awful.
Frankie: You could say that.
Stacey: I know my brother and he really loves you.
Frankie: Yeah, well, he really loved her, too.
Stacey: But that part of their life is over. Kathleen made that choice.
Frankie: You just don't decide who you are going to love in this life and when you are going to love them and you don't stop loving them like that.
Stacey: You're telling me.
Frankie: Stace, it's really weird. I feel like I'm in this game, the Winthrop playoffs. Only I'm not allowed an offense. I ‑‑ I ‑‑ all I can do is hold.
Stacey: For what it's worth, I know exactly where you're coming from.
Frankie: Yeah ‑‑ Michael?
Stacey: Mm‑hmm. I didn't mean to fall this hard for him, but I ‑‑ crummy timing.
Frankie: But you two are seeing each other, right?
Stacey: Mm‑hmm, but he's still obsessed with the love of his life.
Frankie: I'm sorry, kid. You deserve better than that.
Stacey: So do you.
Frankie: Yeah. Well, at least you still have a choice. You haven't given him your heart and soul yet. And you don't have to either.
Michael: I want to see Hutchins.
Carl: Mr. Hudson, isn't it? What a pleasure. Yes, yes, please, come in. Excuse me, I'd like you to notify these journals of the change of my address. Have these accounts transferred to a Bay City branch and I think you can file these. Thank you. Yes, you can file that for me.
Assistant: Yes, sir.
Carl: Thanks. It's so good to be back.
Michael: Not for you, it isn’t.
Carl: Am I missing something?
Michael: You're not very popular here.
Carl: Now, I'm aware I do have something of an image problem, but I'm working on it.
Michael: Don't waste your time.
Carl: Ok, I've got to do something. This Kathleen McKinnon business has grown out of all proportion.
Michael: Carl, I don't know what your game plan is, but you're not fooling anyone. The police and the feds are watching every move you make.
Carl: It's a waste of taxpayers' money. Honestly, I'm just like you. I'm just a businessman grazing here in the Bay City pasture.
Michael: Graze elsewhere.
Carl: Well, I like it here.
Michael: And I don't care what you like.
Carl: I do hope you're not representing the Mayor's office.
Michael: I'm representing my family. Stay away from them.
Carl: Look, I do hope I wasn't treading on any toes, dropping in on our ex‑wife. Donna was sweet, as always.
Michael: You gonna cut the act?
Carl: I'm missing something again.
Michael: The prissy English schoolmaster act. We both know who you are and what you've done. So I've got a little warning for you. If you harass Donna or my girls, I will not bother to go through legal channels. I will take care of you myself.
Carl: Just the man for the moment. Now, I hope you heard some of what Mr. Hudson said. Clearly my image problem is even greater than we were aware.
Lucas: Michael, it's good to see you again.
Michael: You working for him?
Lucas: I may be. We're looking at Carl’s position vis‑a‑vis the media, then we'll see.
Michael: A whitewash campaign.
Carl: Do you see what we have to overcome?
Michael: Lucas, are you just naive or do you two already know each other from the old days?
Lucas: Oh, no, we only met first thing this morning.
Carl: And it was love at first sight Lucas? And we have a great deal of ground to cover, so if there's nothing else I can do for you, would you be so good as to excuse us?
Michael: With great pleasure.
Carl: See you.
Michael: Count on it.
Carl: How well do you know him?
Carl: Would you say that the man was a paper tiger?
Lucas: Absolutely not.
Carl: Good, good. I always enjoy a challenge. Tell me, did you read the compendium of my misdeeds?
Lucas: Quite a story.
Carl: It was all in the past. It's all in the sad sinking past. What I'm interested in is what you have in mind for the future.
Lucas: Well, why don't you give me a day or two? And I'll think about it and I'll work up a proposal.
Carl: Good, a day or two. I do have one question. Tell me, why would you want to take this on when, obviously, your friends won't approve?
Lucas: Let's just say that I like a challenge, too.
Ryan: Hey, I got five minutes. Can you stand the company?
Vicky: I already had some.
Ryan: Vicky. What is it?
Vicky: Jake popped in for a visit after you left.
Ryan: What ‑‑ did he hurt you?
Vicky: No, he's a reformed character. He just let himself in the back way.
Ryan: He just let himself in?
Vicky: He remembered where the key was.
Ryan: We're gonna change the locks tonight.
Vicky: I already called the locksmith.
Ryan: What in the hell did he want?
Vicky: Beats me. Maybe for me to help him get Marley back.
Vicky: Yeah, he's into making amends. I got this whole song and dance about ‑‑ I don't know ‑‑ a new leaf.
Ryan: You don't buy that, do you?
Vicky: What do I know? I'm sure ‑‑
Ryan: I'm sure that all he wants to do is cover his tracks in case Marley presses charges.
Vicky: I don't think he believes he raped her.
Ryan: How's that?
Vicky: Jake is, um... complicated. And I know that there is a decent side there somewhere. When we were kids, he took care of me.
Ryan: You're not defending him, are you?
Vicky: No, God, no, I'm just trying to understand things from his warped point of view. I know that somewhere he's really horrified about what happened.
Ryan: Then why doesn't he just turn himself in and take what's coming to him?
Vicky: Because he's built a fantasy for himself. I think he really believes some way that he has a chance to get back with Marley.
Ryan: He's certifiable.
Vicky: It was scary, him standing there quiet... serene... saying he was going to fix things. What is he going to do to make that happen?
Amanda: Oh, your ring is beautiful.
Marley: Thank you.
Amanda: My brother has great taste.
Jamie: Of course.
Matt: What about Mom? Does she know?
Jamie: No, not yet.
Matt: What are we waiting for? Come on.
Jamie: Cass, what's going on?
Cass: I hate to tell you this, but Jake is here. The guard just stopped him.
Jamie: What the hell does he think he's doing here?
Kathleen: He probably came to see me. I'll talk to him.
You can go, thank you. You should've called.
Jake: Did you talk to her?
Kathleen: I'd like to know how you could put me in such a position.
Jake: What did she say?
Kathleen: Jake, I risked everything to come back to Bay City because I was afraid Carl Hutchins' people had gotten to you and you thank me by lying through your teeth to me.
Jake: You don't believe me.
Kathleen: I can't see any reason why Marley would lie and humiliate herself and I can see every reason why you would.
Jake: All I need is some time. You just need to tell her to hold off for a minute.
Kathleen: Nobody can do that. Have you noticed how full of rage she is?
Jake: I know, but if I can make her understand, I can make her remember what we had together.
Kathleen: She doesn't want you anymore.
Jake: She doesn't know what she wants. Jamie's got her so snowed.
Kathleen: Jake, Jamie gave her a ring last night. They're getting married. Yes, it's true.
Jake: I need to talk to her.
Kathleen: No, you have done enough. Now, let go. It's over.
Sam: I know it was my idea, but it was a bad one.
Olivia: I just do not get you. Stay, Olivia. Go, Olivia. Come back, Olivia. Why don't we just stick with the original plan?
Sam: Because it was a lousy one. You belong here. Look, I have been a complete jerk and I'm really sorry for that.
Olivia: Sometimes I wonder if I even really exist for you.
Sam: Of course you do.
Olivia: I think you just use me to get in between you and Amanda.
Sam: I would never do that.
Olivia: No, not on purpose, but it's easier for you to resist her if I'm around. She's got all sorts of pull on you. Look at last night.
Sam: She was in danger. I didn't have time to edit my feelings.
Olivia: Maybe you shouldn’t.
Sam: She was scared. She's the mother of my child, yes, but that doesn't mean I want her back.
Olivia: I just don't think you know what you want.
Sam: Maybe I'm just asking for too much here, and if that's the case, I understand why you're breaking it off.
Olivia: I didn't say I was breaking it off.
Sam: You weren't?
Olivia: No, I just want to wait until you're really over Amanda and I'd prefer to wait elsewhere.
Sam: You understand me. You let me be me. When I was with Amanda, I'd get lost in her and her family.
Olivia: I'm not in a whole lot of danger of that with Aunt Liz.
Sam: You're so sweet and you're beautiful and you're funny. You make me feel like I can start over again.
Olivia: I hope so, when you're ready.
Sam: I'm ready to start over right now. I know all the bad things not to do now. Can you give me another chance?
Olivia: Can it be about me this time?
Sam: Yes, oh, yes.
Stacey: Hi. I was surprised you called again.
Michael: Stacey, did you have any idea that Lucas may be working for Carl Hutchins?
Stacey: Well, that's crazy.
Michael: I was over at Carl’s this afternoon just checking the place out. Lucas and he were talking about Carl’s image problem.
Stacey: What? I don't believe it.
Michael: I didn't either. Lucas cannot afford to be involved after all the trouble he's been in.
Stacey: Wait, wait, wait ‑‑ unless there's something more to it.
Michael: Like what?
Stacey: Maybe Lucas is doing the same thing you were trying to do, which is keep an eye on Hutchins.
Michael: You mean, for Felicia’s sake?
Stacey: Yeah, maybe.
Michael: Would you find out?
Michael: Yeah, as Lucas' attorney.
Stacey: No, I'd rather not.
Stacey: I'd rather leave it up to the feds or the Bay City Police to do that kind of dirty work.
Michael: Stacey, this is personal.
Stacey: Why is it personal? You don't work for the club anymore.
Michael: Yeah, but my family, they're at risk.
Stacey: Oh, I understand.
Michael: Does that mean you'll do it?
Stacey: No, I won't do it; I don't want to be involved in it.
Michael: Stacey, I'm counting on you.
Stacey: Well, don't count on me. Or at least decide who it is you're counting on. Is it an attorney, an investigator, someone you take out to dinner, because I can't be all of those things, Michael.
Kathleen: Jake's gone. I'm sorry he upset you.
Marley: We're fine.
Kathleen: I told him you were engaged. I think he finally got the message.
Jamie: Well, if he hasn't, I'll be glad to make it clear to him.
Marley: Jamie, let's not let this ruin our day. Let's go tell my Dad.
Jamie: Good plan.
Cass and Kathleen: Bye.
Joe: It's all set. We've got a place as soon as we need it.
Cass: What's going on? A place for what?
Joe: Kathleen doesn't want to put the Corys in any further danger. We're moving.
Cass: You made a decision like that without talking to me?
Joe: You are not on the federal payroll, Winthrop.
Kathleen: Joe, please, just give us a minute, ok? Out here.
Cass: I don't believe you.
Kathleen: Why? It was my decision.
Cass: Right, Kathleen, they're all your decisions.
Kathleen: The ones that concern my life are.
Cass: And if they concern my life, too, who cares? Right?
Kathleen: Cass, this had to do with me and with Rachel and her family. It was a mistake to come here.
Cass: Which time? Come where?
Kathleen: Come to this house ‑‑ to stay. It's disrupted a lot of lives.
Cass: Carl wasn't behind the fire.
Kathleen: Amanda had to take her daughter out of here, Cass. Paulina won't even stay here, she's so scared. I won't be a burden to my friends.
Cass: So, you were going to leave town without telling me.
Kathleen: I'm not leaving town. Joe got someplace new.
Cass: Oh, swell, and when you ‑‑
Frankie: Hi, Joe.
Joe: Hi, Frankie.
Frankie: What are they fighting about?
Joe: Kathleen's decided to move, and Cass isn't too happy about it.
Kathleen: Is that what this is about? This is about Joe?
Cass: This doesn't have anything to do at all with Joe. This is about you and the way you run your life. I thought things were different now. I thought we were working together.
Kathleen: We're not in anything together, Cass, and there's no going back, so there's no point in this.
Cass: There damn well is a point, Kathleen. I want to know ‑‑ I have to know. What right did you have to do this to us? Tell me, Kathleen. Why?
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