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Another World Transcript Tuesday 3/6/07

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Frankie: What's he doing now?

Sharlene: He's just sitting there.

Frankie: Stubborn, I'll give him that much.

Sharlene: Well, he's not the only one who hasn't budged.

Frankie: I don't have anything to say.

Sharlene: Frankie, I realize last night must have been a nightmare.

Frankie: Sharlene, he called Kathleen his wife.

Sharlene: And now he's here to apologize.

Frankie: It has gone way beyond that.

Sharlene: Mary Frances Frame, if you keep this up, you'll drive him right into --

[Knock on door]

Sharlene: Kathleen.

Cass: Would you just look at this, please? It's -- it's my divorce papers with my signature on it.

And these are because I love you.

Rachel: Oh, thank God you're all right. I should have been here.

Amanda: Mom, don't be silly. You had no way of knowing there was going to be a fire.

Rachel: I'm going to have to thank Paulina.

Amanda: Have you seen the studio?

Rachel: It could have been worse.

Amanda: They said the wiring was pretty old.

Rachel: It wasn't the wiring. It was Carl.

Amanda: Mom, the fire marshal and the police went over the place top to bottom.

Rachel: It was Carl. Who sent these?

Amanda: I don't know. They must have arrived before I woke up.

Rachel: They're for me.

Amanda: Who's it from?

Rachel: Carl. "Welcome home. Looking forward to a wonderful reunion, Carl."

[Felicia rips note twice]

Kathleen: What do you want? Why are you doing this to me?

[Phone ringing]

Kathleen: Hello?

Carl: Do you like the flowers?

Kathleen: Stay away from me. Just stay away from me.

Jenna: Good morning, Felicia.

Felicia: Well, look who's up, finally.

Jenna: Well, this is a first. You beating me out of bed. What's all this?

Felicia: Oh, well, I'm not having a very good morning. You know, I started to worry that maybe you weren't feeling well.

Jenna: Oh, no, I was just tired.

Felicia: It's not surprising, considering how late you got home last night.

Jenna: Was I out that late?

Felicia: Is that what Dean told you to say to me? Want some orange juice?

Jenna: Who told you I was out with Dean?

Felicia: It's right, isn't it?

Jenna: Itís Lindsey, wasn't it? She found out that I'm taking Matt to the dance, so now she wants to get to me.

Felicia: Well, I think you're making her jealous. Congratulations.

Jenna: So now she's trying to get me grounded?

Felicia: Oh, honey, no. That's not the issue.

Jenna: Then what's wrong?

Felicia: If you're going to be out past 11, I would really appreciate a call, ok?

Jenna: Sure, ok.

Felicia: Even though that's not cool with Dean.

Jenna: Why are you getting on Dean's case?

Felicia: I'm not. Well, he does have a lot of influence over you.

Jenna: He does not.

Felicia: He does. I mean, he got you to change the way you dress.

Jenna: Well, he's just helping me.

Felicia: Helping you with what?

Jenna: Well, he understands. He knows how I feel about Matt.

Felicia: Oh, honey. You know, you haven't been out with very many boys.

Jenna: I know.

Felicia: And I think it's wonderful that you've invited Matt to this dance.

Jenna: So what's the problem?

Felicia: I just don't want you to get hurt. You know? In case the dance doesn't lead to anything else.

Jenna: Matt could never really care about someone like me.

Felicia: Oh, Jenna, no. That's not what I'm saying at all. It's just that liking somebody isn't always enough.

Jenna: I know. And I know that I'm too young, and that I'm not sophisticated --

Felicia: Jenna.

Jenna: And that I haven't slept with anybody.

Felicia: Honey, that's not what I'm talking about.

Jenna: You sound like Lindsey.

Felicia: Where are you going?

Jenna: To find my dress for the dance.

Felicia: Ok.

Jenna: Matt and I are going to have a wonderful time, no matter what anybody says.

Felicia: Of course you will. Right, Luke? Please don't walk out of here angry.

Jenna: I'm not. I'm fine. Bye.

Felicia: Good-bye.

Lucas: Bye. What's wrong?

Felicia: Everything.

Lucas: Not everything.

Felicia: No?

Lucas: No.

Felicia: You're right, not everything. Hi.

Lucas: Hi. What's this mess?

Felicia: Oh, this is from your wonderful client, Carl Hutchins. I think that's why I was probably edgy with Jenna.

Amanda: There was no sign of arson, Mom.

Rachel: I know what Carl is capable of.

Amanda: But the police are watching him, aren't they?

Rachel: I have to see him.

Amanda: What? No, there's no reason for you to go anywhere near him.

Rachel: I'm not even sure it's him. I can't believe it, really. If he harms any member of this family --

Amanda: Do you really think that's why he came back here?

Rachel: He surfaces right after Kathleen comes out of hiding. What do you think?

Amanda: Well, he had the perfect opportunity to get even with Kathleen last night.

Rachel: What happened?

Amanda: They were in the same elevator at Tops.

Rachel: What happened to her guards?

Amanda: I have no idea. For some reason, it was just Kathleen and Carl.

Rachel: Is she all right?

Amanda: He didn't touch her.

Rachel: Was he arrested?

Amanda: Mom, he hasn't broken any laws.

Rachel: He's tightening the noose and he's enjoying every minute of it.

Amanda: Is he really that sick?

Rachel: You don't remember. You were too young. It was horrible when he was here before. I'll never forget. It's not happening again.

Sharlene: Let me, uh, put those in water.

Cass: Thanks. I missed you last night.

Frankie: Yeah?

Cass: The way you stormed out of the house, you had me worried.

Frankie: Well, it was safe. My guard stormed with me.

Cass: Are the two of you coming home today? I don't suppose it would do any good to say "I'm sorry."

Frankie: You hurt me, Cass.

Cass: I was terrified that when those elevator doors opened, Kathleen would be dead.

Frankie: I know. And I'm glad Carl didn't hurt her. You have to know that.

Cass: I never would have referred to her as my wife if I hadn't been so shaken.

Frankie: Things are a mess, Cass. Surely you know that.

Cass: Once this divorce is official, I'll just have some loose ends to tie up and then we can get back to being that adorable couple that Bay City knows and loves.

Frankie: Are you sure?

Cass: I promise you.

Frankie: Good.

Cass: Let's go home.

Frankie: I want to spend a little more time with Sharlene. I'll be home in a while.

Cass: Oh, sure. You know I love you, Frankie, don't you?

Frankie: I do.


Dean: Two handsome, talented record company execs --

Matt: Yes.

Dean: That's us -- need a beautiful, foxy gal Friday for light typing and hot oil massages. Mariah Carey look-alikes are encouraged to apply. What do you think?

Matt: Amazing. It's not going to be that easy to find somebody with experience, who's going to be willing to work with the way --

Dean: Are you kidding me? Are you kidding me, man? Everybody wants to be in show business, baby.

Matt: Too bad things couldn't work out with Kathleen.

Dean: Don't start with me. Now don't even start with me.

Matt: Hey, hey, hey -- come on. Half a chance. Give her half a chance. I bet you'll like her.

Dean: Cass and Frankie had everything going for them until the ghost of Winthropís past showed up, all right?

Matt: Listen, I know -- I know you're trying to protect Frankie.

Dean: Well, someone's got to do it.

Matt: This is -- this is Kathleen's home. She's trying to start over.

Dean: To pick up what she left off, is what you're saying.

Matt: Look, I've talked to Kathleen. She's not trying to get Cass back.

Dean: Come on, man.

[Doorbell rings]

Dean: I'm not finished.

Kathleen: Hi, Dean. I'm looking for Cass. Hi, Matt.

Matt: Hi.

Dean: I heard Cass say he was going to stop by your place later. Something about divorce papers?

Kathleen: We never get our signals straight. I brought mine over here. Listen, can you tell him if you see him?

Dean: Righty-O.

Matt: Kathleen. Uh, Dean and I were just talking about you.

Dean: Matt, please, man.

Matt: Do you have time to take a quick meeting?

Kathleen: As long as you ask me not to do lunch.

Dean: We can't, Matt. We've got to go over those figures.

Kathleen: I don't want to interrupt anything.

Matt: No, it'll take a minute of your time. Please, sit down. Are you still thinking of working with us?

Kathleen: Hey, I'm ready to rock and roll. But I know Dean's a little hesitant.

Dean: Yeah, why would you want to work with newcomers?

Kathleen: To tell you the truth, Dean, a lot has happened in my life recently and I'm not ready to get in the rat race yet.

Matt: Hey, the day I put on a suit is the day I bury this company. And I'm not about to do that.

Kathleen: You guys have a lot of energy and enthusiasm. Even if D&M doesn't make it, you guys will have a lot of fun trying. I need a little fun in my life right now.

Dean: We are going to make it, ok?

Kathleen: I know you will. And I'd like to help you succeed.

Matt: This can work.

Kathleen: Well, while you decide if you need any help -- just let me know, ok? Can you tell Cass I was here?

Dean: Righty-O.

Kathleen: Thank you.

Kathleen: Say hi to your family, ok?

Matt: I will. Careful driving.

Kathleen: I will.

Matt: Ok.

Dean: Ok, what?

Matt: Do you continue to act like a jerk, or do we offer Kathleen a job?

Saleswoman: Now this is sweet.

Olivia: Oh, yeah, that's great, if you're Rebecca of Sunnybrook farm.

Jenna: Hi.

Olivia: Hi.

Jenna: Olivia, right?

Olivia: Yeah, Matthews. And you're Jenna Norris?

Jenna: Yeah, hi.

Olivia: Hi.

Jenna: I met you and Sam at Tops when I first got here.

Olivia: Yeah, that's right.

Jenna: Yeah.

Olivia: So how are things going?

Saleswoman: Excuse me, but I have another customer.

Jenna: Ok. I'm having the hardest time picking something out.

Olivia: What's the occasion?

Jenna: My spring dance.

Olivia: Do you want some help?

Jenna: Yeah, that would be great.

Olivia: Ok. Are you, um, going with somebody nice, I hope?

Jenna: Yeah, actually, I am. Matt Cory.

Olivia: Oh, really?

Jenna: Yeah, I screwed up all my courage and asked him.

Olivia: Well, then I think you're in luck because I have a pretty good idea of what will get Matthew's attention.

Jenna: Oh, yeah? You know him well?

Olivia: Sure, we lived together in New York a couple of summers ago.

Jenna: Really?

Olivia: Oh, just as friends.

Jenna: Oh.

Olivia: Our families went a little nuts when they found out about it, but it was fun. Check this out.

Jenna: Huh...it's a little old-looking.

Olivia: Yeah, you're right. Ok.

Jenna: Hey, wait. How about this one?

Olivia: Oh, Jenna, disco is dead.

Jenna: I know. I'm sorry, you're right. It's just that I want something that won't make me look like a high-school kid.

Olivia: Ok, so it has to be elegant.

Jenna: Yeah, and romantic.

Olivia: And sexy.

Jenna: Maybe a little.

Olivia: Something -- something like this.

Jenna: That's it. That's the one.

Olivia: That's it.

Jenna: This is the most beautiful dress I've ever seen.

Olivia: Well, what are you waiting for? Go and try it on.

Jenna: I will just die if it doesn't fit.

Olivia: Oh, you'll starve yourself for a few days and it'll fit.

Jenna: Wait.

Olivia: What?

Jenna: I canít.

Olivia: Why? It's perfect.

Jenna: It's $500.

Olivia: Yeah, but it's going to make you look like a million.

Jenna: Yeah, but I couldn't possibly spend this much money on a dress. Could I?

Olivia: It is expensive, but the look on Mattís face when he sees you is going to make it worth every penny.

Frankie: I told Cass I'd be back in a while. I want to go back over your visit with Judy.

Sharlene: Well, we can do that later. I'd really prefer it if you go home and make up with Cass.

Frankie: Hey, Cass takes care of the people who are important to him. I do the same thing. So tell me about Judy.

Sharlene: Well, I didn't find out much.

Frankie: First of all, how is Taylor going to react when Judy tells her that you came around asking a lot of questions?

Sharlene: I'd say it was more Sharly that asked the questions.

Frankie: Really?

Sharlene: Uh-huh.

Frankie: And did Sharly get anything out of her?

Sharlene: Judy admitted she knows Taylor.

Frankie: How?

Sharlene: She said Taylor spends time in pick-up bars doing research. Yeah.

Frankie: What kind of research?

Sharlene: I don't know, I don't know. But she also said she doesn't trust Taylor.

Frankie: Oh, people like Judy don't trust anybody.

Sharlene: No, Frankie, she said that she thinks Taylor is the kind of woman who would do anything to get what she wants.

Frankie: Which supports what you suspect. So do you think that they could be in cahoots? Could -- could Taylor have had Judy send you to that warehouse?

Sharlene: It's just that after all I've been through with Taylor, for her to do this to me.

Sharlene's voice: You know, you told me the shower was tomorrow.

Taylor: No, Sharlene, I didnít.

Sharlene: I remember it distinctly.

Taylor: You must have heard me wrong.

Sharlene: I know what you said. But she is, Frankie. She's trying to make it look like I'm sick so she can have John.

Frankie: You need hard evidence of this.

Sharlene: Taylor canceled that baby nurse.

Frankie: That's true. And when she did, she used your name.

Sharlene: I can't believe she would do this to me. I can't believe it.

[Phone rings]

Sharlene: And I -- and I can't let her get away with it.

Frankie: No, you canít.

Sharlene: Excuse me. Hello?

Taylor: Sharlene, hi. It's Taylor.

Sharlene: Taylor. What's up?

Taylor: My 2:30 appointment is canceled, so if you can find a sitter, we can have that session you've been wanting.

Sharlene: Look, Taylor, I -- think that would be great. Uh, I do, and I think I can arrange something.

Taylor: All right, great. I'll see you soon then.

Sharlene: Ok.

Taylor: Bye.

Sharlene: Would you mind staying with Gregory for a while?

Frankie: Sharlene, you cannot confront Taylor. We don't have enough to go on.

Sharlene: I have no intention of confronting her.

Frankie: Then why see her?

Sharlene: You've got to help me think of a way to get her out of that office.

Frankie: Whoa, Sharlene, wait one second here. What exactly is it that you have in mind?

Sharlene: You said we need hard evidence.

Frankie: Well, we do.

Sharlene: Ok, there's got to be something in that office.

Frankie: Look, I am the P.I. in the family. Will you let me handle this?

Sharlene: No, Frankie, she wants me. She wants me in that office. I'm the one that can get her to do things.

Frankie: But what if she catches on?

Sharlene: She wonít. There's are some bottles in the fridge. Gregory should be up in about an hour. Just warm them up, ok?

Frankie: Will you listen to me a minute?

Sharlene: What?

Frankie: We have no idea of what this woman is capable of. Please be careful.

Sharlene: I will. Thank you.

Frankie: Oh, boy.

Felicia: Here I am, trying to be her fairy godmother and she thinks of me as the wicked witch of the west.

Lucas: Hey, Jennaís a teenager.

Felicia: I know.

Lucas: You know, it comes with the territory.

Felicia: Carl talked to her.

Lucas: What did he say?

Felicia: Just that he saw her at the restaurant. But it made my skin crawl, I'll tell you.

Lucas: I'll keep him away from her.

Felicia: How? How are you going to do that?

Lucas: I don't know yet. Just don't worry about it.

Felicia: Well, I do worry about it. All the people I love. I want them to stay as far away from Carl Hutchins as possible.

Lucas: Let me handle Carl. Look, don't mess things up with Jenna because you're scared.

[Doorbell rings]

Felicia: I know. Eat something. I'll be right back.

Felicia: Rachel, welcome home.

Rachel: Hi, I'm sorry to interrupt.

Lucas: Hi, Rachel.

Rachel: Hi, how are you?

Felicia: Listen, you want some lunch?

Rachel: Oh, no, thanks.

Felicia: So, I've been dying to talk to you.

Rachel: I want to talk to you, too.

Felicia: Then you know.

Rachel: Yes, Amanda told me as soon as I got home.

Felicia: Oh, I think it's so sweet. Don't you?

Rachel: Uh, I don't think we're talking about the same thing.

Lucas: It's about Matt. Matt is taking Jenna to her school spring dance.

Rachel: Oh, well, that's nice. No, I didn't know that.

Lucas: Oh, you're not -- then you're not here about that.

Rachel: No, it's about Carl. We've got to do something about Hutchins.

Lucas: What has he done?

Rachel: I arrived home, there's a big bouquet of flowers for me from him.

Felicia: Yeah.

Lucas: You're not the only one.

Rachel: You, too?

Felicia: No, Luke did some checking. He sent them to Kathleen, Vicky, Marley, Donna, and you.

Rachel: We can't stand around and wait for him to play these psychological games on us.

Felicia: Too bad the reports of his death were greatly exaggerated.

Rachel: He's behind the fire at the studio.

Lucas: No, that -- that was an accident, Rachel.

Rachel: Well, I'm not going to wait around for his next move.

Felicia: What? What are you going to do?

Rachel: I don't know what to do. I guess confront him. I don't know what else to do.

Lucas: That's not going to work with him.

Rachel: I'm not going to sit around and wait for him to terrorize my family.

Lucas: You could be walking right into trouble.

Rachel: Won't be the first time.

Carl: Rachel. After such a long time.

Cass: Hi.

Dean: Where's Frankie?

Cass: She's still at Sharlene's.

Dean: Is she coming home anytime soon?

Cass: Well, I sure hope so.

Dean: Well, I don't personally blame her for splitting.

Cass: We'll work it out.

Dean: Oh, you had a visitor today.

Cass: Who?

Dean: Well, I'll give you one guess.

Cass: Kathleen.

Dean: Wow, really had to go out on a limb for that one, didn't you?

Cass: Is everything ok?

Dean: Yeah, she said something about dropping her divorce papers off.

Cass: I thought I made it clear to her that I was going to drop my set of papers over at her place today. We never get our signals straight.

Dean: She said the same thing.

Cass: Well, we were together a long time.

Dean: I'll have to hear that story a little later, Cass. I've got to go make a little music history.

Cass: Look, I know you're angry.

Dean: I heard what you said, man. I heard you, ok? You made a beautiful couple. That's great.

Cass: I know how much you care about Frankie.

Dean: Frankie is my family, ok?

Cass: I admire your loyalty.

Dean: Yeah, what about yours?

Cass: I love Frankie.

Dean: You've got a funny way of showing it, pal.

Cass: I'm just trying to do what's best for everybody.

Dean: Especially yourself, Cass.

Cass: I know what this is about.

Dean: Oh, yeah? What's it about? It's about nothing, all right?

Cass: Your father walked out on you, is what it's about.

Dean: So what? So what?

Cass: So now you're afraid it's going to happen again.

Dean: No, man, you are not my father. Why would I, ok?

Cass: You got close to someone. And now you're afraid I'm going to abandon you, too.

Dean: Look, I don't need you, Cass. I'm sorry to tell you. I don't need you or anybody else.

Cass: We need you.

Dean: Yeah, get out of here, man.

Cass: Dean. You kind of crept up on us, but we've become a family.

Dean: No, Frankie is my family, all right?

Cass: I'm committed to Frankie. And I'm committed to you, too.

Dean: Cass, Frankie loves you, man. She loves you, and her whole life is wrapped up in you.

Cass: Frankie's my wife. The only wife I want.

Dean: Does Kathleen know that?

Cass: I'm trying not to make this too hard on her.

Dean: Why? Tell me why. She walked out on you, man. She -- she chose not to tell you that she was alive, didn't she?

Cass: You're right.

Dean: There's no way Frankie would have ever done that, man. No way.

Cass: I think you're right there, too.

Dean: Kathleen gave up her life with you a long time ago. Don't make Frankie do the same thing.

Frankie: I'm going to make a pretty good mommy someday. Don't you think, Gregory? Yeah, yeah. Hey, do you remember that guy with the curly black hair and the big nose? Huh? Do you? That's your cousin Cass. Yeah. He and I, we're having a bit of a rough time right now. But you know what? We really love each other a lot. Yeah. Well, your mommy and daddy just came through a pretty rough time and they're together now. And they're going to be together forever and ever. And do you know why? Huh? That's right. Because they believed in their love. You are a very lucky little boy, Gregory. Yes, your daddy is sweet and kind and gentle and he's a very smart doctor. Yes, he can probably help you with your new math. Oh, and your mom? Your mom is the best. The bravest mommy in the whole wide world.

Taylor: Patient's serious denial of her recurrent psychosis must be overcome if progress is to be made. Today I will provide an inducement to accelerate the process.

[Knock on door]

Sharlene: Hi.

Taylor: Right on time. Come on in.

Sharlene: I'm glad you called.

Taylor: So you didn't have any trouble finding a sitter for Gregory?

Sharlene: No, no, he's fine.

Taylor: Well, why don't you make yourself comfortable?

Sharlene: Ok.

Taylor: It's been a long time, Sharlene.

Sharlene: Yeah, it has been a long time.

Taylor: So how are you doing?

Sharlene: It's been rough.

Taylor: How so?

Sharlene: I've had some episodes.

Taylor: Episodes?

Sharlene: Mm-hmm. Yes, some things that make me think that Sharly might be trying to come out

Taylor: What? What happened?

Sharlene: Uh, the woman, Judy. The one that got me to go down to the warehouse?

Taylor: Yes?

Sharlene: She swears she met Sharly.

Taylor: Have you seen Judy again?

Sharlene: No. I mean, not that I know of. I was thinking that -- I was thinking it might be a good idea to call Morgan Pavilion.

Taylor: Why?

Sharlene: Dig out my old files from when I was a patient there.

Taylor: Oh, to see if Sharly had anything to do with Judy?

Sharlene: Yeah -- yeah, I think it might be helpful.

Taylor: I have another idea. If Sharly is trying to get out, maybe I should discuss it with her.

Sharlene: How?

Taylor: Why don't you sit back, close your eyes, and relax.

Sharlene: Uh, what are you doing?

Taylor: Hypnosis will help us find out what we want to know.

Lucas: If you wanted to see me, I have an office.

Carl: I'm not here on business, Lucas. Was the floral arrangement to your liking?

Felicia: They found their way into the trash can, thank you.

Carl: Oh. I'm very sorry to hear that. I meant well, Felicia.

Lucas: Maybe you should leave, Carl.

Rachel: I was just on my way to see you, Carl. You've spared me the trip.

Carl: You flatter me by going to the trouble of coming to see me.

Rachel: So you started the fire in my studio?

Carl: Not true. According to the fire marshal --

Rachel: You think I'm going to believe him?

Carl: Paranoia shows through an aging face, Rachel.

Rachel: You're not going to disrupt my life, Carl.

Carl: Rachel, I bear you no ill will. Nor indeed anyone else in Bay City.

Rachel: Then you stay away from my family, my home, and my life. If you don't, you will regret it. I promise you.

Carl: Bay City was once such a friendly place.

Felicia: Until you hit town.

Carl: People have all become violent. It's quite disturbing.

Lucas: I think you'll survive.

Carl: Considering the threats I've received, perhaps I'm the one who should have the guards. Well, bye.

Jenna: Did you find anything else?

Olivia: If it's your size, we've seen it.

Jenna: I don't know what to do.

Olivia: Well, you know, $500 really isn't that much to spend on a dress like that.

Jenna: It's a small fortune, is what it is.

Olivia: But Felicia said you could charge it to her account, right?

Jenna: Yeah, but I could never do that without asking her first.

Olivia: If anybody would understand, believe me, it would be Felicia.

Jenna: You know what? My mom left me some money.

Olivia: Perfect. There's no better reason I can think of to dip into it.

Jenna: Yeah, but Felicia's taking care of it for me. You know, I don't even know how much there is. I feel so stupid.

Olivia: Why?

Jenna: Because I'm trying to prove to everybody that I'm not some poor little convent girl, and I don't even know how to ask for money that belongs to me.

Olivia: Look, Jenna, I -- I think I know how you feel.

Jenna: You do?

Olivia: Yeah. I grew up in some of the finest, stuffiest, most boarding schools money can buy.

Jenna: You did?

Olivia: I know exactly what it's like to have everything taken care of for you. I also know how frightening it is when you start to go out and do things on your own.

Jenna: Yeah, tell me about it.

Olivia: Just do what you feel is right. Not Felicia, not me -- you.

Jenna: Yeah. Is a dress really that important?

Olivia: Matthew's going to think you're beautiful in either dress.

Jenna: Yeah. Oh, this is so hard.

Olivia: Well, you know, once you make a decision, it usually turns out to be the right one.

Jenna: Right.

Olivia: Good choice.

Saleswoman:  Decision?

Jenna: Yeah, I'll take this one.

Saleswoman: Excellent.

Sharlene: I can't do this.

Taylor: This is important, Sharlene.

Sharlene: My throat is so dry, Taylor. Maybe you could get me a glass of water.

Taylor: Why don't we just try this again?

Sharlene: I just -- if -- if I could have a minute or two alone, I think that -- then I can relax a little bit. I -- I don't know.

Taylor: All right. I'll be right back.

Sharlene: Thank you.

Sharlene: Great. "Sharlene Hudson." Damn. Where else? Where else, where else? Philadelphia, St. Mary's Hospital, letter of commendation. [Mumbles softly]

Dr. William Jefferson.

Taylor: [Clears throat]

What are you doing?

Sharlene: Oh, just checking out your credentials. These are some -- very impressive.

Taylor: I thought you were going to try to relax.

Sharlene: Uh, well, this Dr. Jefferson. He certainly sings your praises.

Taylor: It was a very difficult time in my career, and Dr. Jefferson was very supportive. Now why don't you drink this and we'll try again?

Sharlene: Taylor, I can't relax. I --

Taylor: Sharlene, what's going on?

Sharlene: Sitter. I -- I left Gregory with a new sitter, and I just -- it's someone I'm not comfortable with.

Taylor: I'm sure he's fine.

Sharlene: Could we please -- I do want to do this. If we could simply reschedule, I think it would be best.

Taylor: All right. When would you like to do that? Right  now?

Sharlene: Uh, no, no. Let me -- let me find someone that I'm comfortable with, and then I'll -- I'll get back in touch with you.

Taylor: Make it soon, Sharlene.

Sharlene: I will, I will. Ok?

Taylor: I'm -- I'm troubled by this resistance to hypnosis. I'm -- I'm wondering what it is that you're blocking.

Sharlene: I'll be in touch. Thanks.

[Phone rings]

Woman: Yeah?

Taylor: Judy, it's Taylor Benson.

Judy: I heard the last of you, doc.

Taylor: We have to create another episode.

Judy: I told you, those mind games give me the creeps.

Taylor: Judy, Mrs. Hudson is at a critical point in her therapy.

Judy: Listen, I hope I didn't hurt anything by talking to her the other day.

Taylor: You saw her?

Judy: She came to the bar. She was asking a lot of questions about you.

Taylor: Sharlene was asking you questions about me?

Judy: Yeah, this time she called herself Sharly.

Taylor: Are you sure?

Judy: Of course I'm sure. It takes one to know one, right?

Taylor: Judy, I'll get back to you with the details. This may be going better than I thought.

Man: Mrs. Fowler?

Amanda: What do you want?

Carl: Just a moment of your time. And it may be worth your while.

Amanda: All right. You have five minutes, Mr. Hutchins.

Man: Shall I wait here?

Amanda: Right outside the door will be fine. You have four minutes and 30 seconds.

Carl: You wear many hats at Cory Publishing.

Amanda: I keep busy.

Carl: But I'm impressed by your journalistic skills. Mac would have been very proud.

Amanda: Get to the point.

Carl: Well, my presence here in Bay City seems to have caused a bit of interest.

Amanda: Are you surprised?

Carl: Would you be interested in an exclusive interview?

Amanda: What?

Carl: You may find my story quite compelling.

Amanda: What's the catch?

Carl: There you are, your mother's daughter.

Amanda: What is it?

Carl: Yes, indeed. There is a proviso.

Amanda: I figured.

Carl: The article must be written by you.

Felicia: You know what it's like having Carl Hutchins around? It's like living in one of those horror movies. You know, you know that something is out there but you're just not sure when it's going to get you?

Lucas: Well, he thinks he's got us where he wants us.

Felicia: You know what? I really hate the idea of you spending so much time with him.

Lucas: I know you do, but it's our best shot for me to find out what he's up to. Ok?

Felicia: I know.

Jenna: Hi.

Felicia: Hi. Olivia, hi.

Lucas: Hi, Olivia.

Felicia: Well, I can see the shopping spree went well.

Jenna: Yeah, thanks to Olivia.

Felicia: I didn't even know you two knew each other.

Olivia: Well, we do now.

Jenna: Olivia was an unbelievable help.

Felicia: Listen, I want to apologize to you.

Jenna: Why?

Felicia: Oh, what I said before was stupid. And I just want you to have a great time at this dance.

Olivia: Jenna's going to be the prettiest girl there.

Felicia: That I know. Well, come on. Let me see it.

Jenna: Ok, ok. I tried on just about every dress they had.

Felicia: Oh, honey.

Jenna: What do you think?

Felicia: It's perfect.

Jenna: It is?

Felicia: Yes.

Lucas: You're going to be beautiful.

Olivia: It's not bad for a second choice.

Felicia: Second?

Olivia: Oh, yeah. There was another dress that she just fell in love with.

Jenna: Yeah, and it was $500. Can you believe that?


Felicia: No, actually I can.

Lucas: I'll get that.


Matt: Lucas, how are you doing?

Felicia: Hide the dress.

Matt: I came here to see Jenna.

Lucas: Here she is.

Matt: Ok.

Felicia: Hi.

Matt: Hi.

Jenna: Hi, Matt. I wasn't expecting you.

Matt: Sorry I didn't call. Is it a bad time? I can leave.

Jenna: Uh, no. What are you talking about? Come on in. Olivia's here, actually.

Felicia: Hi, sweetie. How are you doing?

Matt: Olivia.

Olivia: Matthew.

Matt: Why aren't you in New York?

Olivia: I had a few days off, ok?

Jenna: You, uh, want a soda or something?

Matt: No, no, no. I can't stay. The library calls, you know.

Jenna: Exams?

Matt: Yeah. I wanted to talk to you about the dance.

Jenna: Why? You can't go or something?

Matt: No, no, no, I wouldn't miss it. I didn't know what time to pick you up. Is it casual, formal? Do I wear a tux? You know? Those kind of questions.

Jenna: No problem. Gosh, um --

Lucas: Tell me about that -- the other dress.

Olivia: Oh, all right. It was, um, red, knee-length. You know, all red, a v-neck. Off-the-shoulder.

Lucas: Great, where is it? Where -- where did you see it?

Olivia: Jacobson's, fourth floor, designer section.

Lucas: Wonderful. Now, not a word to Jenna.

Olivia: What are you going to do?

Lucas: This is her first big dance. What do you think I'm going to do?

Frankie: How did it go?

Sharlene: First things first. How is Gregory?

Frankie: Well, he was -- he's great. He's an absolute angel. I fed him, gave him his bath, and he went right back to sleep.

Sharlene: You are a good sitter.

Frankie: How did you do as an amateur P.I.?

Sharlene: Taylor tried to hypnotize me.

Frankie: Oh, my gosh. So what did you do?

Sharlene: I pretended I was too tense to have her put me under. Which was not difficult to do, because I was pretty tense.

Frankie: Did you manage to get her out of the office?

Sharlene: Yeah, just for a few minutes.

Frankie: And did you find anything?

Sharlene: Yeah, a file with my name on it.

Frankie: What was in it?

Sharlene: It was empty.

Frankie: Why?

Sharlene: I donít know. All I did find was the name of a doctor at the hospital she -- in Philadelphia. She'd worked with him.

Frankie: That's a start.

Sharlene: And you know something, Frankie, I have always wanted to see Philadelphia.

Frankie: Hey, it's time you called in a pro. I'm going with you.

Sharlene: Do you think you can go?

Frankie: Hey, don't you worry about that. When can you go?

Sharlene: Well, John is leaving for his medical conference tomorrow.

Frankie: Philadelphia, here we come.

Sharlene: You -- you don't mind doing this?

Frankie: The truth?

Sharlene: Yeah.

Frankie: It's a relief to worry about somebody else's problems for a while.

[Knock on door]

Kathleen: Who is it?

Cass: Cass.

Kathleen: Dean tell you I stopped by?

Cass: I brought this.

Kathleen: Well, come in. I feel like I'm in the middle of a Noel Coward play.

Cass: "Blithe Spirit" or "Private Lives"?

Kathleen: Oh, "Private Lives," definitely. "So, Elliott, this is it."

Cass: Yes. This is it.

Kathleen: So, this is how it ends.

Amanda: You tried to kill my father.

Carl: Is that what they told you?

Amanda: Uh-huh. So what makes you think that Cory Publishing will present your story fairly?

Carl: The Cory Publishing house built a reputation honoring the truth. I have every confidence that you will live up to that standard.

Amanda: Ground rules?

Carl: Well, I -- I would like to see a finished copy before you go to press.

Amanda: See it to read it? Or change it?

Carl: To see that the truth is told.

Rachel: What are you doing here? Who let you in?

Carl: May I see you later on this evening, Amanda?

Rachel: You may certainly not.

Carl: Say, at the Breckinridge, at my suites? About 8:00 pm?

Rachel: Would you get him out of here, please?

Amanda: I'll be there.

Carl: She's lovely, Rachel. You should be very proud.

Rachel: Tell me I didn't just hear what I heard.

Amanda: He offered me an exclusive interview.

Rachel: I don't want you anywhere near him, Amanda.

Amanda: It's a good story. I'm going to cover it.

Dean: And for the ninth straight year in a row, the bullet -- it's Dean Frame's greatest hits, volume 112. Yes, sir.

Frankie: Keep thinking that.

Dean: Uh-oh. The queen is home. The queen is home to her castle.

Frankie: I missed you.

Dean: I missed you. You don't know what it was like without you last night.

Frankie: You ran out of leftovers, didn't you?

Dean: Tofu burgers? Not for me.

Frankie: Is Cass home?

Dean: He's over at Kathleenís. They're swapping divorce papers.

Frankie: Oh. He said that, did he?

Dean: He said that.

Frankie: Ooh.

Dean: Yeah. Still standing by your man, huh?

Frankie: Call me a fool for love.

Dean: You know, I know that you got a real rotten deal here. And I let Cass know that, too. I want you to know that.

Frankie: You two had a fight about me?

Dean: No, no, Cass would not argue. He knew I spoke the truth.

Frankie: Having you on my side really helps.

Dean: Well, you always got me. For whatever that's worth.

Frankie: You're the best.

Dean: Yeah. Listen, Frankie, I could be coming into a lot of money soon. You know? What do you say we get ourselves a better lawyer and take Cass to the cleaners, huh?

Frankie: Cass and I are going to be fine.

Dean: Well, I hope so.

Frankie: He hasn't broken a promise to me yet.

Dean: You know, um, today he said that -- that we were family.

Frankie: Did he really say that?

Dean: He did. And I would really hate to lose that.

Frankie: Yeah. So would I. It's going to be ok.

Kathleen: So how about a glass of wine to celebrate this memorable occasion?

Cass: No, no, thank you very much. Although I'm sure slow Joe would love to raise a glass.

Kathleen: Joe's at headquarters with Ryan.

Cass: Anything going on?

Kathleen: Oh, nothing much. City's grumbling about how much money it's costing to protect me. They're trying to work something out.

Cass: You and Joe have a fight?

Kathleen: No, why?

Cass: Somebody's been smashing some flowers around.

Kathleen: Carl sent that. I found them when I got home last night.

Cass: What he said last night --

Kathleen: About my imagining things? About the last three years of my life being completely wasted?

Cass: Yeah, I didn't think it was true.

Kathleen: You better not think.

Cass: He had you alone.

Kathleen: I remember.

Cass: What is he up to?

Kathleen: You mean why is he back in Bay City?

Cass: The only thing I can come up with is that there must be something he wants.

Kathleen: Besides my dead body?

Cass: What if he needs you alive in order to get it?

Kathleen: Then let Joe and Ryan deal with it.

Cass: Yeah, I'm on and you know it.

Kathleen: I'm not your responsibility anymore.

Cass: What if you knew something? What if you had information that Carl needs?

Kathleen: Cass...

Cass: That article that you were working on. Who was the source?

Kathleen: I had several sources.

Cass: Inside the organization?

Kathleen: Yes, why?

Cass: That's it, isn't it?

Kathleen: What's "it"?

Cass: Don't play dumb with me. Carl has a leak. But he doesn't know who the traitor is, so he's not going to make a move against you until he gets that name.

Kathleen: Talk about a fair weather friend.

Cass: Who is it, Kathleen? Tell me!

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