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Another World Transcript Monday 3/5/07

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Vicky: Do I know how to welcome my man home, or what?

Ryan: Beats a slipper and pipe any day.

Vicky: You ain't seen nothing yet.

Ryan: Oh, be still, my beating heart.

Vicky: Check it out. Come, come, come, come.

Ryan: Uh, what a spread.

Vicky: Gourmet take-out. Fancy, or what?

Ryan: Uh -- Vicky, did you forget that we invited the guys over? They're going to be coming over any minute.

Vicky: Yeah, I know. I've got to pop these hot hors d'oeuvres in the microwave. Only the best for Bay City's finest.

Ryan: Vicky, this is a poker night.

Vicky: Oh, I know, the guys are going to love the bisque.

[Doorbell rings]

Vicky: They're here. Ok.

Ryan: Bisque.

Vicky: Hi. Come on in. Welcome, welcome. The party's just starting.

Ryan: Hey, guys.

Carlos: Hey, Ryan. What the heck's going on?

Vicky: Oh, the party's just starting.

Donna: Are you sure he's not there? Oh, I see. No, thank you, Jenny. There's no message. Bye-bye. Thanks.

Bridget: Mr. Michael's not in his office, then?

Donna: Mr. Michael's having dinner with Miss golly-gee Stacey Winthrop at the Paradise.

Bridget: I'll bet you've got that look in your eye again.

Donna: I certainly do. She's trying to steal my husband.

Bridget: Oh, now. Mr. Michael made it very clear what his feelings were.

Donna: Bridget, Michael and I are married. The separation is temporary and that's all it is.

[Knock at door]

Man's voice: Mrs. Hudson. I know you're in there. I've still got these divorce papers to serve. Now, come on, open up.

Bridget: What's that?

[Knocking]

Cass: What exactly are you trying to say?

Frankie: I am not trying to say it. I am saying it. How much longer is Kathleen going to take up every waking moment of our lives?

Felicia: Cass, it's Joe. He needs to talk to you right now. He's in the garage.

Cass: Yeah.

Joe: I lost Kathleen.

Cass: You what?

Joe: I got on the elevator, heard a noise and when I went toward it, the doors closed behind me.

Cass: You're not supposed to let her out of your sight.

Joe: Look, just meet her. She's coming up. Meet her at the doors.

Frankie: What happened?

Cass: Kathleen's on the elevator, alone.

Felicia: Cass.

Cass: What?

Felicia: Carl Hutchins is in this building.

Carl: So, Kathleen, we meet again.

Kathleen: You stay away from me, Carl.

Stacey: Ada.

Ada: Hi, Stacey.

Stacey: Hi. Is Michael here?

Ada: Michael who?

Stacey: Michael Hudson.

Ada: Michael Hudson? Is Michael Hudson here?

Stacey: Yeah, he's --

Ada: You're late.

Stacey: Oh.

Ada: Come on, give me your coat.

Stacey: Great, thanks.

Ada: Hurry up.

Stacey: Has he been here long?

Ada: Well, you know.

Stacey: Ok.

Ada: Don't muss your hair. Hurry up.

Stacey: Thanks. Hi, Michael.

Michael: Hi.

Stacey: Sorry I'm late. I got a phone call before I left.

Michael: It's all right. I understand. Actually, I'm just glad you showed up.

Stacey: How do the specials sound?

Michael: Stacey, look, I want to apologize for the other night.

Stacey: No, I know I was a little bit abrupt.

Michael: I -- look, I should never have asked that.

Stacey: Well, you asked me to find out why Lucas was working for Hutchins, hence using my business relationship with him which puts me in a difficult position.

Michael: All right, I'm sorry. Ok, I'm sorry. I was just trying to protect my family, that's all.

Stacey: And I want to help as much as I can.

Michael: I should never have asked you to betray one client's confidentiality to help another.

Stacey: Michael, it's just difficult because I'm your lawyer, I'm also your -- I -- friend.

Michael: Well, that does give us plenty of reasons to get together, doesn't it?

Stacey: It's just I never know which hat to be wearing or which hat you're expecting me to wear when I see you --

Michael: Well, then, tonight, how about we don't talk business and we just hang out and have a good time? How about it? Please?

Stacey: Great.

Michael: Come on. Yeah? Ok. Are you sure you're ok with this?

Stacey: No. Well, if it isn't the future doctor and Mrs. Frame. Hello.

Ada: I could hardly find my way, I was blinded by Marley's ring.

Stacey: [Gasps] Let me see. This is beautiful. Wow.

Jamie: You should be proud to wear it.

Stacey: Oh, it's stunning.

Ada: Wear? She could serve dinner for four on that thing.

Stacey: I am so happy for you.

Marley: Thank you, Stacey.

Michael: Welcome to the family again.

Jamie: Thank you, Michael. Thank you.

Ada: I've got a bottle of champagne with your names on it.

Jamie: How are you?

Stacey: My friend.

Jamie: Good to see you. I feel like I'm walking on air.

Ada: I'm going to get it right now.

Marley: Thank you, Ada.

Stacey: Tell me, Jamie, how did you pop the question? Was it romantic?

Marley: Oh, well, yes, we had dinner on the dock.

Stacey: Oh, in one of those little Italian -- seafood restaurants?

Jamie: Well, actually, it was on the dock itself.

Marley: Yes.

Stacey: Oh, very suave.

Jamie: Come on, tell her how great it was.

Marley: It was, oh --  [Laughs] I was making a wish on a star and I opened my eyes and he was holding a ring.

Jamie: Why not? She made my wish come true.

Stacey: Oh.

Marley: Corny!

Jamie: Yes.

Stacey: Did you guys set a date?

Marley: No, but I would like to do it soon.

Jamie: Tomorrow is ok with me.

Michael: I got to say, you guys seem awfully happy to me.

Marley: So we have your blessing?

Michael: You make me feel like a patriarch.

Jamie: [Laughs]

Marley: Hey, if the shoe fits.

Michael: All right. Yes. I give you my blessing.

Marley: Oh, thank you.

Jamie: Thank you.

Stacey: So have you told the rest of the family?

Marley: Well, Jamie told Vicky, which I thought was very sweet.

Michael: Yeah, I appreciated that myself.

Marley: Yeah. And I'm going to call uncle John and grandma Clara and Peter and Nicole --

Michael: And?

Marley: And once I get finished with them, I can start making up the rest of the guest list.

Stacey: Would you mind if I borrowed Jamie for a minute?

Jamie: What's up?

Stacey: Shop talk.

Jamie: Stacey, now?

Stacey: Well, I'm handling a damage suit and one of your patients over at the clinic -- well, I need the background on him. Would it be all right?

Marley: If it's going to court, yes.

Jamie: Yeah, sure. Ok.

Stacey: Great. Ok. Well, don't pop that cork on the champagne until we get back. All right?

Jamie: Please wait.

Marley: We won't.

Stacey: Excuse us.

Michael: I think Stacey just wanted to give us a few minutes to talk alone.

Marley: I know.

Michael: That list. I didn't hear your mother's name.

Marley: No. You didn't. She'll find out through the grapevine.

Michael: You don't want to tell her yourself?

Marley: I don't want to make a special call, no.

Michael: She'll be hurt.

Marley: She hurt me.

Michael: [Clears throat] Honey, I saw your mom the other night.

Marley: You did?

Michael: Mm-hmm. Carl Hutchins had paid her a visit.

Marley: Was she all right?

Michael: She was pretty shook up. That's why I went over there.

Marley: Carl.

Michael: I think Carl Hutchins has something up his sleeve. I just know it.

Marley: So what happens now?

Michael: I've got my security people keeping a close watch on her.

Marley: So she'll be safe?

Michael: I hope. I also -- I'm also trying to go through with the divorce.

Marley: Trying?

Michael: Well, actually, the people who are serving the papers don't seem to be having too much luck.

[Knock at door]

Donna: [Whispering] Bridget, Bridget, answer the door. Tell them I'm not here.

Bridget: But you are here.

Donna: [Whispering] Bridget, please.

Bridget: I can't lie. You know that -- I never do it very well.

Donna: [Whispering] Bridget, Bridget, just do me this favor. Please. Please.

Bridget: Yes, for you, yes.

Donna: [Whispering] All right. I'll be in the kitchen. I'll be in the kitchen.

[Knock at door]

[Knocking]

Bridget: Will you stop all that racket?

Man: Where is she?

Bridget: Uh -- Mrs. Hudson's not here.

Man: I heard voices.

Bridget: Oh, well, I was just listening to the TV, I was listening to divorce -- "Divorce Court."

Man: Lady, I've heard them all before.

Bridget: Oh, listen to that, now, the commercial is on now, I'll have to go. Excuse me. Oh, my. I don't believe I did that.

Miss Donna. You can come out now.

Donna: You're a life saver. Thank you.

Bridget: I don't think he believed me.

Donna: Angela and I have this down pat. We've done it three times already.

Bridget: You know, one of these days he's going to catch you.

Donna: So be it. But that'll give Michael more time to change his mind.

Bridget: Do you really think that Mr. Michael is going to do that?

Donna: He doesn't know what he's giving up.

Bridget: My dear, I know how painful this is for you.

Donna: And I know just how to remind him.

Carl: Well, it's true what they say. It's a very small world.

Kathleen: For a smart man, you've made a very dumb move.

Carl: How so?

Kathleen: Cass and a battalion of police are waiting for me.

Carl: Oh. Yes, I'm told you have quite an entourage.

Kathleen: You try and hurt me now, you will never get away with it.

Carl: I have no such intention, Kathleen.

Kathleen: Carl, I know what you're doing.

Carl: Do you?

Kathleen: Yes. So does the rest of Bay City.

Carl: Then you know I'm here to clear up these terrible misconceptions.

Kathleen: [Laughs] Carl, just stop lying.

Carl: You know, I watched your appearance on television, and you painted me in a most unsavory light.

Kathleen: I only told the truth. I will never forgive you for what you did to me.

Carl: Now, now, ducky. I could say the same to you.

Felicia: All right, I called building security.

Cass: Oh, come on, come on, get here.

Felicia and Frankie: Kathleen.

Kathleen: Cass.

Cass: You!

Kathleen: I'm fine.

Cass: What did you do to her?

Carl: Ask her.

Cass: I told you to stay away from Kathleen.

Carl: I met her here quite by accident in this elevator.

Cass: I don't care. I'm not giving you another chance to hurt my wife.

Vicky: Try this lamb curry. It is like the best stew you ever wrapped your chops around.

Carlos: It looks great, Vicky. Ryan, can I have some pizza?

Man: Vicky, this pie's not bad.

Vicky: Nice thing to do to a goose's liver, isn't it?

Vicky: Oh. That is Chateau Montrachet '75. It's humorous, yet bold with a wonderfully delicious bouquet. I knock it back all the time.

Man: Beer's fine.

Vicky: Anybody been to Lajeau Bleu?

Ryan: Lajeau what?

Vicky: Bleu? Bleu? Blue? It's a new restaurant. It just opened last week.

Carlos: Oh. Where is it?

Vicky: It's over on Powell.

Man: Oh, yeah, near Ben's Deli.

Vicky: Yeah!

Man: Joint looks expensive.

Vicky: No, but it has really wonderful food. They flew in a gourmet chef from one of the four-star restaurants in Manhattan.

Ryan: Oh.

Vicky: Read any Joseph Wambaugh?

Man: Yeah, I got some extra cubs tickets, so anybody available? Second

Man: Yeah. It's the cubbies' year. I can feel it. Check out the hitting. I think if they could just get their pitching together, they'd really be a team.

Ryan: Can I talk to you, honey?

Vicky: I blew it, didn't I?

Ryan: No -- who did you think was coming over here? The newest members of your country club?

Vicky: They're your friends. I wanted to impress them.

Ryan: These guys don't know anything about fancy French restaurants. I mean, they can't even pronounce half the things that are on this table.

Vicky: I was never good with cops.

Ryan: What does that have anything to do with it?

Vicky: Well, some things never change.

Ryan: Vicky, you're confusing me more often now. What --

Vicky: When I was growing up in Lassiter, I was just a kid with an attitude, you know? The cops had no use for me and vice versa.

Ryan: Yeah. Well, you're not in Lassiter any more. And I happen to think you do pretty well with cops.

Vicky: I guess I just thought if I didn't put up a good front, then they would think that I was still the same trashy bimbo that I used to be, and that all I'm good for is trouble.

Ryan: Yeah, well, you're my trashy bimbo. And I happen to think you'd put up a pretty good fight.

Vicky: Ryan! I think I wanted them to think that you were really lucky to be with this bright, witty, sophisticated woman about town.

Ryan: Right now they just think you're weird.

Vicky: Hm. So what do I do?

Ryan: Stop trying so hard.

Vicky: But I want them to like me.

Ryan: Just be yourself. Everything will be fine.

Vicky: You think so?

Ryan: Trust me.

Vicky: I love you.

Ryan: So, what did I miss?

Carlos: Oh. Who's hitting for average, Dunston or Dawson? He says Dawson.

Ryan: Sandberg, definitely. Leads the team.

Vicky: All right. All right. These babies are finally cold.

Man: Ah.

Ryan: All right.

Vicky: Fellas, who's up for some poker?

Kathleen: Cass, be careful.

Cass: See if he has a gun.

Carl: I'm on parole. Do you really think I'd be armed?

Cass: I wouldn't put anything past you.

Carl: Thank you. Thank you, one and all. Well, that's quite a welcome.

Cass: Come after Kathleen again and you'll see quite a farewell.

Carl: You know, since Kathleen's return --

Cass: Don't even mention her name!

Frankie: Cass, calm down.

Carl: Yes. Cass, calm down. These threats, apart from being litigious, are also very unpleasant.

Kathleen: Cass -- Cass, I'm all right.

Cass: Are you sure?

Kathleen: He didn't hurt me.

Carl: Yes, you see? There you have it. Right from the horse's mouth, as they say.

Frankie: What were you doing in that elevator?

Carl: Who are you?

Felicia: Carl, I told you before. You're not welcome here.

Carl: Hello, Felicia. Now, I trust we've had enough of the unpleasantness.

Felicia: Maybe you'd like to meet my bouncer.

Carl: Well, we all know about bouncers. They bounce.

Joe: Are you all right?

Kathleen: I'm all right.

Carl: What? More passionate defenders? Kathleen, how do you do it?

Joe: Did he do anything I can arrest him for?

Carl: Ask her. Kathleen, have I?

Kathleen: No.

Carl: So, then the only one who's being wronged is me.

Lucas:  Take it easy, Carl.

Carl: Oh, Lucas, shut up. I could have Mr. Winthrop arrested for assault and battery. We've got enough witnesses.

Cass: If you keep after Kathleen, I'll commit a lot more than assault and battery.

Frankie: What about all those threats you made against Kathleen?

Carl: Who are you?

Kathleen: You swore to get even with me and anyone that I cared about. Why do you think I've been in hiding all of these years?

Carl: I don't know how to say this.

Cass: Say what?

Carl: You've wasted three years of your life, Kathleen, because of some terrible mistake.

Kathleen: What?

Carl: I never threatened you at all, Kathleen.

Michael: All right. Now, everybody get your glasses ready, ok, we're going to do another toast.

Stacey: Ok, another one. Ok.

Michael: This one. This one is to my lovely daughter and her future husband.

Stacey: I'll drink to that.

Michael: May the look -- well, you can drink to that. I'll drink to that, too. But I want to say may the look of love that is in your eyes tonight remain with you for the rest of your lives.

Jamie: Thank you.

Michael: Cheers.

Marley: Thank you.

Jamie: Now as hard as it is to pull myself away from this beautiful woman, I want to go thank grandma for the champagne.

Marley: Thank her for me, too.

Michael: You know, I think I'll join you.

Jamie: Come on. Oh, Ada.

Marley and Stacey: [Laughing]

Stacey: Oh, boy. So I heard you're volunteering down at the clinic again.

Marley: Oh, yes, I love it there.

Stacey: Great. Well, then you're going to have to sneak next door and let me know what's going on with your wedding plans.

Marley: Ok. Do you like working there? In the neighborhood, I mean?

Stacey: Oh, yeah. Yeah, I love it.

Marley: I think there's more we can do for the people there.

Stacey: Well, what did you have in mind?

Marley: Well, the empty storefront across the street would make a perfect day-care center. Or we could talk the mayor into making it a job center, I think.

Stacey: Uh-huh. Listen, Marley, can I interrupt you for one second? I need to tell you something before those guys get back.

Marley: Sure, what is it?

Stacey: I just wanted to thank you.

Marley: For what?

Stacey: Well, for making me -- accepting my being here tonight.

Marley: Stacey, you're a friend of Jamie's.

Stacey: I know, but you know, I'm also your dad's date.

Marley: That's ok, too.

Stacey: Yeah, but it could have made for an awkward situation.

Marley: Really, it's fine.

Stacey: Well, when your dad told Victoria, she was less than thrilled about the whole thing.

Marley: I'm not Vicky.

Stacey: Right. Well, thank you. I appreciate you making me feel comfortable.

Marley: Stacey, Michael likes you so much. You obviously make him so happy.

Stacey: We like being together.

Marley: Well, I wouldn't interfere.

Stacey: And I would never, ever interfere between the two of you, either.

Marley: Ok. Well, since we're on the subject, do you mind if I ask you where it's headed?

Stacey: You mean what are my intentions?

Marley: It's too personal. I'm sorry.

Stacey: Oh, no, no, gosh. No, it's not that. It's -- no, Michael and I... well, we, um...  It's new. I --

Marley: That's fine.

Stacey: I just -- I'll tell you this much. Your dad is one of the most exciting men that I've met in a long time. And there is something about him that makes me feel so good.

Marley: So...

Stacey: I --

Marley: It could get serious?

Stacey: Oh, boy, no, I don't think he's ready for that at all.

Marley: He's just been through a lot.

Stacey: Yeah, and I just figured that we would take it slow and whatever happens, happens.

Marley: Great.

Stacey: But I want you to know that I would never, ever hurt your dad.

Marley: Thank you.

Jamie: Grandma wants to make sure we know how happy she is for us.

Marley: Oh. You didn't let her pay for this, did you?

Jamie: No.

Michael: No, no, no, no, no. This is my party, I'm paying for it. That's it.

Marley: All right.

Michael: So, what did you guys dish about?

Stacey: The honeymoon.

Marley: [Laughs]

Jamie: Do I get a vote, maybe?

Marley: I thought Nice was our special place.

Michael: Mmm.

Stacey: Oh, well, Nice is very nice but I was thinking Hawaii.

Michael: Have another glass of champagne.

Stacey: What about the Kona coast?

Jamie: Kona -- the beach is always great.

Marley: Oh, that would be good. I'm sure.

Michael: Wait, wait, Nice, Kona -- how about something really exotic? Do you want something traditional?

Stacey: Oh, no, I think they had the heart-shaped tubs in mind, heart-shaped beds.

Marley: You know, that was exactly what we were thinking.

Michael: Is that right?

Donna: Hi, Ada.

Ada: Donna.

Donna: How are you?

Ada: Table for one?

Donna: Yes, please.

Ada: There's something I think you ought to know.

Donna: Oh, please don't tell me you're out of the shrimp dijon.

Ada: Michael's here.

Donna: Really?

Ada: With Stacey.

Donna: Well, I'll just have to accept that we'll be running into one another from time to time.

Ada: Uh, you think you'd rather come back another night?

Donna: Don't be silly, Ada. In fact, I'm going to go over and speak to them right now. After all, we're all adults.

Ada: Yeah, but they're not -- alone.

Jamie: Any place will be paradise as long as we're together.

Marley: Oh, so sweet.

Michael: Aww.

Marley: Oh.

Stacey: Oh, boy, um --

Michael: Oh, boy what?

Donna: Hello. I see you have some big news, Marley.

Marley: Yes. Jamie and I are getting married.

Joe: Another one of your mind games, Hutchins?

Carl: I never threatened Kathleen.

Kathleen: You're lying.

Carl: You've been running away from someone who hasn't been chasing you, Kathleen.

Kathleen: You said I was as good as dead, and so was anyone that I cared about.

Carl: To whom did I say this?

Kathleen: Me.

Carl: Was there anyone else there?

Kathleen: You know we were alone.

Carl: I maintain I said no such thing.

Kathleen: Jog your memory a bit. It was right before I got on the plane.

Carl: What plane?

Cass: Didn't you wonder how it happened that you got sent away?

Carl: Until I saw Felicia's television broadcast, I had no idea that you even gave testimony.

Cass: Then what about the plane crash?

Carl: Small planes, Cass, go down once a week. I mean just -- look at the statistics.

Frankie: You're saying it was an accident.

Cass: Well, one skillfully orchestrated by the FBI. To its own advantage.

Joe: What are you saying?

Carl: It was you and your people that convinced Kathleen that I was after her.

Joe: And why would we do that?

Carl: So that you could continue your vendetta against me.

Joe: I think prison destroyed some of your brain cells.

Cass: Nobody's buying any of this.

Carl: Show me the proof. Give me the proof. Where's the evidence that says I'm a threat to anyone?

Cass: You stole three years of Kathleen's life and now you waltz in here telling us that you're the victim.

Carl: Cass, I'm sorry for Kathleen's suffering. But the blame lies elsewhere.

Cass: You dress very nicely. Your speech is ever so eloquent and exact. But you are still the most revolting, most immoral human being I have ever met.

Carl: You call me immoral? Do you? You're the one with two wives, Cass.

Felicia: If you're not out of here this minute, I'm going to call the police.

Joe: Take your time, Hutchins. Give me a reason to put cuffs on you.

Carl: Yes. Well, it's no great loss. The food, I thought, was substandard. Now you've really got your work cut out for you. Be well.

Lucas:  I'll make sure he stays away from this place.

Frankie: I have never seen that man in action before and he's scary.

Cass: Yeah, and smart like a fox.

Joe: How are you holding up?

Kathleen: Well, Carl sure knows how to ruin a dinner party.

Joe: What's the matter? What's the matter? Hold on to me.

Lucas:  Give her some air.

Joe: Take deep breaths. Take deep breaths.

Cass: Here, I'll get that.

Cass: Are you ok?

Kathleen: I sometimes get dizzy, Cass -- it's my legacy from the plane crash.

Cass: Drink this. It's not going to change a bloody thing but it might help you feel a little better. Come on.

Vicky:  Sorry, boys. Read 'em and weep.

Carlos: Oh, not again.

Vicky:  Oh, yes, again.

Man: Nobody is that lucky.

Vicky:  Luck had nothing to do with it.

Man: Yeah, you taught her good, man.

Ryan: I didn't teach her anything. She wrote the book herself.

Vicky:  Ha-ha. My deal.

Ryan: Hoo-hoo!

Vicky:  Oh, I get another deal.

Carlos: I'm losing everything.

Vicky:  Ok.

Man: All right.

Vicky:  All right. Jacks are better to open. Deuces, spades wild. Trips to win and progression in cards and money.

Carlos: Is that it?

Vicky:  Yes, dear. Oh, come on.

Man: No, I can't. Can't open. Do you know them two punks we busted -- the Judge gave them six months?

Second Man: Oh.

Vicky:  First you get to put those guys in jail and they get out before you know it.

Man: I nailed this pusher this afternoon. Guy was carrying a .357 magnum.

Vicky:  If you're caught with an unlicensed gun, you should be thrown in jail. That's what I say.

Man: Amen to that, sister. Quarter.

Carlos: Well, you should have seen Harrison settling a domestic dispute this morning.

Vicky:  Let's hear.

Ryan: No. No big deal.

Vicky:  I'll see a quarter, raise a dime.

Carlos: Are you kidding?

Ryan: I'm out.

Vicky:  What, your team handles domestic situations?

Carlos: We do when it's like today.

Ryan: Really -- it was nothing, Carlos. Nothing happened. Nothing happened.

Vicky:  The way you say nothing happened sounds like something happened.

[Phone rings]

Ryan: I'll get that.

[Phone rings]

Ryan: All right, what do you need?

Ryan: Harrison.

Joe: Ryan, it's Joe.

Ryan: Hey, what's up?

Joe: I'm at Tops with Kathleen. We've had a little excitement.

Ryan: Hutchins?

Joe: Yeah, he showed up.

Ryan: Is Kathleen all right?

Joe: He gave her a little scare, that's all.

Ryan: So is he under arrest?

Joe: No grounds.

Ryan: Well, what was he there for?

Joe: Pleading innocent. Claims he never has threatened her.

Ryan: What?

Joe: Ryan, he's up to something.

Ryan: All right. I'll be there as soon as I can.

Joe: No. There's no reason for you to give up your night off. I just wanted you to know. I'll keep you posted.

Cass: You sure you're ok? Do you need to see a doctor?

Kathleen: No.

Felicia: Honey, we could have Jamie come over to the house.

Kathleen: No, I'm feeling better.

Felicia: Well, you know what, her color is coming back a little.

Kathleen: Good. Maybe I can go another round with Hutchins.

Joe: And Hutchins will have another day thanks to Cass.

Cass: Joe, what's your problem?

Joe: You stopped Hutchins from making a mistake.

Cass: I don't care about Hutchins, I was trying to protect Kathleen.

Joe: The plan was to bait him into making a mistake so we could put him away.

Cass: Bait him? You let him into an elevator with her.

Joe: And then you roughed him up. Oh, maybe we'll get lucky. Maybe he'll press charges and then you'll be off his back and mine.

Cass: Nothing would have happened if you'd done your job.

Kathleen: That's enough, guys. I'm just not in the mood for this, ok?

Joe: Yeah, maybe if we get something to eat, you'll feel better.

Kathleen: [Sighs] You know, I'm not hungry anymore. I just want to go home and lie down.

Felicia: Honey. You sure you're all right?

Kathleen: Did you hear him, Felicia? He said this was all a mistake. Did you hear him?

Kathleen: I'm sorry if I ruined everybody's evening.

Felicia: No, no, no, no. You're safe. That's all that we care about.

Kathleen: Joe, could you go get the elevator? I'll be up in a second.

Joe: Sure.

Kathleen: I thought the plan was for us to see less of one another?

Cass: I took one look at you with Carl and all bets were off.

Kathleen: When I saw you and that elevator door opened...

Good night.

Donna: Marley, could I talk to you?

Marley: We're in the middle of dinner.

Donna: It'll just take a minute, please.

Marley: Excuse me. I'll be right back.

Donna: Congratulations.

Jamie: Thank you.

Donna: May I see the ring? It's very sweet.

Marley: Thank you.

Donna: When did Jamie propose?

Marley: The other night.

Donna: Oh, well, that explains why I haven't see it. You haven't been to the clinic the last few days.

Marley: Yes, I've been there. Just not when you've been there.

Donna: Is it really so difficult to be in the same room with me?

Marley: I don't want to get into this right now.

Donna: Oh, fine. I'm terribly sorry. Go and celebrate your engagement with your father and his date.

Marley: You did this to yourself. Now, I am not about to let you ruin my evening.

Donna: Marley, wait.

Donna: I want to wish you every happiness.

Marley: Thank you.

Donna: You and Jamie have a lot of plans to make.

Marley: Yes.

Donna: Don't worry. I won't try to interfere, or beg for an invitation to the wedding, and I won't show up unannounced. It's your day. I wouldn't do anything in the world to ruin it for you.

Marley: I appreciate that.

Donna: It's the wedding I always wanted for you.

Marley: I know.

Donna: Well, Jamie will help you get past the hurt and the pain.

Marley: He already has.

Donna: Does he also know that he's marrying the brightest, most beautiful, most gentle --

Marley: Donna --

Donna: Young woman -- just listen to me. This marriage is going to be based on all the right things. Truth, caring, trust. Love.

Marley: Yes. I hope so.

Donna: I know that I hurt you and I don't know if you'll ever let me make it up to you. But all I've ever wanted was for you to be happy. And now I know that you're going to be happy. That makes me happy.  I love you.

Stacey: Well, I had a lovely evening tonight.

Michael: It wasn't too bad, was it?

Stacey: Not so bad.

Michael: You and Marley seemed to be talking very intently.

Stacey: Well, Marley wants very badly for you to be happy, you know.

Michael: Look, I'm sorry about Donna showing up.

Stacey: Donna doesn't bother me.

Michael: Well, good. All we have to worry about now is Vicky, huh?

Stacey: How did you feel? I mean, with me and your family?

Michael: I felt... natural.

Stacey: Good. I'm glad.

Michael: Are you sure you're ok?

Stacey: I'm ok. You know me. I like to take risks.

 [Sighs] Man, you are a great kisser.

Michael: Thank you.

Stacey: Good night.

Michael: Good night?

Stacey: Mm-hmm.

Michael: I thought you liked to take risks.

Stacey: Well, I think I've taken enough risks for one night.

Vicky:  Maybe next time.

Ryan: You guys can come back next week, maybe win back --

Vicky:  Uh, Carlos.

Carlos: Great game, Vicky.

Vicky:  Oh, yeah, thanks. Um, why didn't Ryan want to tell me about that marital dispute before?

Carlos: You know Ryan, he's just being modest.

Vicky:  Well, yeah, but what happened?

Carlos: We got a call to see this couple. Turns out the guy's a junkie and his wife's had it. She doesn't want to give him five cents to support his habit.

Vicky:  Yeah, so what did he do?

Carlos: Well, this dude thought he could loosen his wife's change purse by holding a shotgun on her.

Vicky:  Oh. And you guys walked in on that?

Carlos: Well, Ryan and I came in through the fire escape. The guy was pretty strung out. Ryan walked in front of the woman and stared her man down.

Vicky:  While he was pointing the shotgun at Ryan?

Carlos: Yeah. It was pretty hairy. Anyway, for a while there, I thought Ryan was going to catch both barrels.

Vicky:  Well, what happened next?

Carlos: Ryan talked the guy into giving up.

Vicky:  Whew. Some story, huh?

Carlos: Well, just business as usual.

Vicky:  Yeah. Hey.

Carlos: I got to get going. Thanks.

Vicky:  Right, yeah. See you around, Carlos.

Ryan: Hey.

Carlos: Great game.

Ryan: Yeah, thanks, man. All right, talk to you soon.

Carlos: All right.

Ryan: You were a big hit.

Vicky:  I like your friends.

Ryan: Yeah?

Vicky:  Yeah.

Ryan: Even though we're coppers?

Vicky:  Who called before?

Ryan: Oh, that. That was Joe.

Vicky:  What did he want?

Ryan: He was at Tops with Kathleen. Apparently, Carl Hutchins showed up.

Vicky:  Is she ok?

Ryan: Yeah, she's fine. I guess he was just circling.

Vicky:  Yeah. He's good at that.

Ryan: So it looks like I'm going to have to pay old Carl a visit.

Vicky:  Why?

Ryan: Just let him know that he's got to stay on his best behavior.

Vicky:  Can't Joe do that?

Ryan: No, he's federal. Besides, I've got to let Carl know that this is my jurisdiction and that I'll be watching him.

Vicky:  Carl won't like that very much.

Ryan: Well, that's just too bad. I guess I'm going to have a talk with him anyway.

Vicky:  The way you talk to junkies that hold shotguns at your head?

Ryan: Carlos has a really big mouth.

Vicky:  I don't like it when you play super cop.

Ryan: Listen, I thought we were going to not try and change each other. That we were going to --

[Doorbell rings]

Ryan: Guys must have forgotten something.

Ryan: Yeah? Ooh.

Man: Harrison, right?

Ryan: Yeah.

Man: All yours.

Ryan: Well, thanks. Uh, here.

Man: Tip's already taken care of. Have a nice night.

Ryan: Yeah, you, too.

Vicky:  One of your old girlfriends trying to get back in the game?

Ryan: Beats me. Sent to this address. It's for you.

Joe: I'm having Hutchins' surveillance team doubled. And I'm going to get a court order. If he gets within 50 yards of you, he's busted. Are you ok?

Kathleen: Much better.

Joe: Maybe you should go to bed, get some rest. I'll finish up on some paperwork.

Kathleen: All right.

Joe: You and Cass didn't take care of those divorce papers?

Kathleen: Carl kind of put a damper on the party.

Joe: Well, I'll have one of the men run it right over to Winthrop.

Kathleen: Never mind.

Joe: Why not?

Kathleen: I could have been killed tonight and all you care about is my stupid divorce?

Joe: You want this divorce settled, right?

Kathleen: It's what you want.

Joe: Yes. It is what I want. How do you think I feel with Cass hanging all over you?

Kathleen: Joe, you just want me to throw everything that Cass and I had like it was nothing.

Joe: No, not like it was nothing, but what about what we have?

Kathleen: This was not my favorite night. I don't need this right now.

Where did these come from?

Joe: The guard brought them in. They arrived while we were gone.

Kathleen: Are they from you?

Joe: I wish.

Kathleen: Cass?

Cass: You haven't said a word since we left Tops.

Frankie: Nothing to say.

Cass: You mean nothing that I want to hear.

Frankie: I'm going to bed. I'm beat.

Cass: Frankie. I thought Kathleen was in a life-or-death situation.

Frankie: I'm glad she's ok. You know that.

Cass: Then what is this about?

Frankie: You haven't got an idea, have you?

Cass: Not a clue.

Frankie: You called Kathleen your wife.

Cass: I did? Oh, honey, it was the heat of the moment.

Frankie: Which is what makes it even worse.

Cass: Why?

Frankie: Because you didn't even have to think about it.

Cass: Frankie --

Frankie: It's what comes naturally to you, Cass. In your heart, you are still married to Kathleen.

Cass: You are my wife. I love you.

Frankie: I don't know how much longer I can do this, Cass.

Cass: Do what?

Frankie: Try to be kind and supportive and understanding.

Cass: I know how rough this has been for you.

Frankie: Oh, rough. Rough. This is breaking my heart.

Cass: The last thing I want is to hurt you, Frankie.

Frankie: You have no idea what this is like, Cass. You have no idea what it is like watching you two grow closer and closer.

Cass: I can't just turn my back on her.

Frankie: It scares me the way she looks at you.

Cass: Frankie --

Frankie: And it terrifies me the way you look at her.

Cass: I love you, Mary Frances.

Frankie: I don't want any of this to be happening.

Cass: Please, please, would you try -- just trust me.

Frankie: I wish that she had never come back here. Do you hear me? I wish she had never come back here!

Cass: Nothing has changed between us.

Frankie: Everything has changed!

Cass: No!

Frankie: It isn't fair. It's not right.

Cass: Listen to me, Frankie --

Frankie: It's not right!

[Door slams]

Bridget: Oh, Miss Donna. I didn't expect you back so soon.

Donna: Take-out from Paradise. I know you like the buffalo wings.

Bridget: Oh, thank you very much. That was very kind of you. It went pretty badly, then, hm?

Donna: [Sighs] It was a nightmare.

Bridget: I'm so sorry.

Donna: But there was one bright spot.

Bridget: Oh, what was that?

Donna: Mar --

Where did these come from?

Bridget: Well, they came just a little while ago, my dear.

Donna: Who sent them?

Bridget: I don't know. There wasn't any name on the receipt or anything. What's the --

Donna: Oh, no, no. I wouldn't put it past him.

Bridget: Put it past who? What are you talking about?

Donna: The process server. He's probably got the divorce papers hidden somewhere in here.

Bridget: Oh, come on, now, Miss Donna. Those came from the florist and that nice delivery boy from Kiegler's. That's not booby-trapped.

Donna: Then who sent them?

Vicky:  You really shouldn't have.

Ryan: Well, I didn't.

Vicky:  Oh, come on. Would you fess up? This was a thank-you for throwing together tonight's shindig, right?

Ryan: No, I had a different way of thanking you in mind.

Vicky:  What about your friends?

Ryan: No, not the bouquet type.

Vicky:  Well, who else knew that I was here?

Ryan: One way to find out. Don't be long.

Hilda:  "For Mrs. Cory." I wonder who sent them?

Felicia: "Let's start over. I look forward to seeing you again soon."

Kathleen: "All my best wishes, Carl."

Carl: You say the flowers have all been delivered? Good. We'll see what they make of that.

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