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Another World Transcript Wednesday 3/7/07
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Rachel: Amanda, I am not arguing with you about this. You are not to interview Carl Hutchins.
Amanda: Where is this ultimatum coming from -- from the CEO of Cory Publishing or from my mother?
Rachel: This man is ruthless, Amanda.
Amanda: Mom, I don't think this is your decision to make.
Rachel: You make a foolish decision and I will step in.
Amanda: I don't like being treated like a child.
Rachel: You are my child and if you're not going to face a very real danger with a little caution, then I will exercise the caution for you.
Amanda: You act like I'm going to be locked up in a room with a serial killer.
Rachel: He is a sociopath, Amanda. He wants something and he thinks you can get it for him.
Amanda: He's wrong. Mom, look, I'm sorry. I really feel like I need to do this. An article on Carl Hutchins can be a coup for "Brava."
Rachel: Amanda, this man tried to kill your father.
Amanda: It's all the more natural reason for me to do it.
Rachel: Why are you so self-destructive?
Amanda: I'm not self-destructive.
Rachel: You destroyed your marriage and now you're fooling with your life?
Carl: I've -- I've decided to stay in Bay City for a time.
Carl: I took your advice, Lucas. I'm going public. I've organized an exclusive interview with Amanda Cory.
Lucas: Amanda Cory?
Carl: Uh-huh. Do you have a problem with that?
Lucas: Well, perhaps you've forgotten, but we have orchestrated a step-by-step strategy for going public, first, with the private philanthropies. We take some time, we let it build, and then and only then do we go to the media.
Carl: Yeah, well, the interview is tonight.
Lucas: Why did you hire me? You don't make these kinds of decisions without me, sending flowers to Felicia and Rachel and Vicky and Donna. What are you thinking of? Showing up at Tops, cornering Kathleen in an elevator? What the hell are you doing?
Carl: I've got my reasons, Lucas.
Lucas: Don't screw around with me. Don't hire me to manage your P.R. and then maneuver behind my back -- you're wasting my time.
Carl: Don't be silly, dear boy, you mustn't blow this out of proportion.
Lucas: I am not one of your lackeys. You don't pay me to say yes to close my mouth. I have a job to do and I can't do it if you're going to keep secrets.
Carl: Secrets? What secrets? My life is an open book.
Lucas: Come on, Hutchins, you're talking to me. I want to know the real reason you're in Bay City.
Cass: Who talked to you? Who informed on Hutchins?
Kathleen: Let go of me. Let go. You know what? I am sick and tired of hearing about Carl Hutchins. Just forget him, Cass. And while you're at it, forget about me.
Cass: What are you talking about?
Kathleen: I am the former Mrs. Winthrop now.
Cass: You don't have to gloat about it.
Kathleen: Just back off!
Cass: I'm not going to let you risk your life again.
Kathleen: I'll be fine.
Cass: I couldn't handle it if anything happened to you.
Kathleen: Oh, yes, you could. You already have.
Cass: The only reason Hutchins has come back to Bay City is to find out the name of a traitor in his organization, right?
Kathleen: Speculation. It's pure speculation.
Cass: If you're the only person who knows the name of said traitor -- if you're the only one who can give Hutchins what he needs, what he wants, you're in very serious danger. You have to tell me who it is.
Kathleen: I don't have to tell you anything. It's not your problem.
Kathleen: We've signed the divorce papers. We have agreed to see less of one another. Isn't that right?
Cass: What are you getting at?
Kathleen: Cass, either you are in my life or you're out of my life. Now, which is it?
Dean: Can you hear it? It just starts that way, but it's haunting me. It's haunting me. What do you think? Wait a second. No, we're supposed to have a meeting, remember, about the logo thing with Sam? Well, yeah, if I have to I can handle it myself. No, no, no way, no way, man. I'm a talent, man. I'm not some receptionist, ok? Fine, all right, all right, I will call Kathleen. I'll call her, ok? You got your way.
Frankie: Cass home yet?
Dean: Oh, uh -- hi, Frankie. Uh, no.
[Bucket falls over]
Frankie: Right. Yeah, yeah, he said that -- well, it doesn't matter what he said. He's not here. This is not my house. I used to have a home. I used to have a nice home, but this is not my home anymore. This is a construction site. Wait, why be understated about it? This is a war zone. We have bodyguards in the driveway and we have plaster falling from the ceiling. I mean, how can anybody have a life in a place like this? How can anybody have a marriage in a zoo -- like this?
Dean: Are you ok, Frankie? Hey, hey, why don't you just sit down and relax, take it easy. We'll talk.
Frankie: Dean, Dean, would you be so kind as to tell me where is Anthony.
Dean: [Mumbles] He's -- he's making popcorn.
Frankie: Excuse me.
Dean: He's making popcorn.
Frankie: Making popcorn?
Frankie: In my kitchen?
Dean: Sit down. Listen, we'll talk, you'll relax.
Frankie: Ok, that is it.
Dean: Frankie --
Frankie: I have had it.
Dean: Frankie, Frankie.
Lucas: You're my client. You hired me to re-create your image. If I can't speak my mind and do my job, what am I doing here?
Carl: You know, you're skating on rather thin ice.
Lucas: Really? Well, you propose to be just a businessman. If that's the case, why would I be afraid?
Carl: Not many people know the real Lucas, do they? Not like I do.
Carl: Yeah. You see, we both share much in common, apart from the same taste in women.
Lucas: Oh, you think so?
Carl: Mm-hmm. We've both been misunderstood. We've both been treated unfairly. And we've both, have we not, been excoriated by the press and survived. You know, Lucas, I had hoped that you were going to be a bit more tolerant.
Lucas: Well, we have a contract. You wanted your image enhanced and I'm the man to do that.
Carl: Nothing is as simple as that.
Lucas: But in the meantime, I can't do that unless you involve me in this Amanda Cory thing. I'm waiting for an answer, Carl.
Carl: I'm in Bay City to make restitution and make sure that all my debts are paid in full.
Lucas: What debts?
Carl: I shall start a new business venture. Once that's successfully launched, I shall be gone.
Lucas: Oh, oh. If you want to get specific about that, I'm all ears.
Carl: I think you can go. I really won't need you for this interview with Amanda.
Lucas: This could make a major impact on how the public perceives you. We need to guide the questioning, maneuver this in your direction.
Carl: You know, I don't like being talked down to. I'm not a child. I'm really not. I know how important this interview is. But thank you, good night. It will be far more spontaneous, you know, with just me and Macís daughter.
Lucas: Fine, that's your decision.
Carl: That's right. Who else? Good night, Lucas.
Lucas: Good night.
Amanda: I don't believe you would say that to me. You know how I feel about Sam, and you know what losing him cost me.
Rachel: Yes, I do know.
Amanda: I can take care of myself.
Rachel: Under normal circumstances you'd do beautifully, but these are not normal circumstances. Carl has no morals, he has no feelings, pity, remorse. He will use you and finally destroy you.
Amanda: I am aware of his reputation.
Rachel: Then stay away from him.
Amanda: Don't you understand? An article on Carl Hutchins would be great for us. We can expose him. We can get a jump on him.
Rachel: Did he ask you for this interview?
Rachel: Do you think he would ask you for anything that could harm him in any way at all?
Amanda: No. But think of "Brava," think of the sales.
Rachel: Why don't you think about why he picked you, why he picked "Brava."
Amanda: Maybe he wants the best.
Rachel: Amanda, this man tried to kill your father.
Iris: Sorry to interrupt, but I heard voices and I just wondered, is there something wrong?
Rachel: This is not a good time, Iris.
Iris: On the contrary, I think it's a very good time.
Rachel: For what?
Iris: To tell you that you're wrong and Amanda is right.
Cass: I will always be a part of your life.
And I will always care about you.
Kathleen: That's not exactly the point here, is it?
Cass: No, it isnít. The point is you're in danger of being terminated by a man that we both know will do anything to get what he wants.
Kathleen: All the more reason for me not to give you any information that Carl would kill to get.
Cass: This has a familiar ring.
Kathleen: What are you talking about?
Cass: When I first found out you were alive you tried to hide everything from me.
Kathleen: I should've tried a little harder.
Cass: But once you told me the whole story I came out with a solution that brought you out of hiding, didn't I?
Kathleen: Into this. Great solution.
Cass: Yes, well -- we expected this. We planned for this. Flush Carl out, make his vendetta public. The more public it is, the more protected you are.
Kathleen: Well, yeah, that's the funny thing about this -- with all of this protection around me, I have never felt more vulnerable in my entire life.
Cass: But it's working.
Cass: And I can help you again. Who are you protecting? Who was your source? Was it somebody in Bay City?
Kathleen: Just drop it, Cass.
Cass: I can help you.
Kathleen: No, you can't, not this time.
Cass: Why not?
Kathleen: Because I promised my source complete protection. I can't go back on my word, not for you, not for anybody.
Kathleen: It's not just a breach of ethics, Cass. I would be putting somebody's life on the line. You know as well as I do that Carl is not just a criminal. He likes to be creative about it. It's not your problem. It's not, not anymore. It's over. That's what you said you want.
Cass: How do I let you go it alone? Hmm?
Kathleen: I'm not alone. I have Joe.
Cass: Mighty mouse --
Kathleen: I have to handle this the way Joe and I have always handled it, ok? And you have to step back for your own safety and for the safety of everyone around. Do you want to put Frankieís life on the line?
Cass: Of course not.
Kathleen: Then go, ok? Just go back to your life. Let me handle mine.
Cass: This subject is not closed.
Dean: It's Dean Frame. Listen, if, uh -- if you were serious about helping out down at the studio, what do you say you meet me there in about five minutes?
Olivia: I thought --
Olivia: Maybe we could have sort of a cocktail hour and you could tell me about your day.
Sam: Yes. It's perfect. I only wish I liked martinis.
Olivia: Ok, so the martinis are a bust.
Olivia: That's minor. It's only the first of many wonderful surprises I happen to have up my sleeve for you. There's absolutely nothing I wouldn't do for you. You know that, don't you?
Sam: Yeah. Well, I hope you still feel that way after you read this.
Iris: Amanda has all the right instincts to make a topnotch reporter, just like her father.
Rachel: This isn't the point, Iris.
Iris: Oh, yes, it is. Daddy would've interviewed Saddam Hussein if it would add one more line to the history of his times or help sell another 10,000 copies. You don't have to admire a man to interview him.
Rachel: No, but it would be a good idea if you could trust him enough to stay in the same room with him.
Iris: Amanda doesn't have to write a favorable interview. She can just be honest and objective.
Rachel: This isn't about journalism. This is about Amandaís physical safety. Carl is back in town. We don't know what he's up to.
Amanda: Mom, Mom, Mom --
Rachel: Look, an hour ago I told him to stay away from my family. He is back within the hour. Now, you don't have to be a rocket scientist to figure that one out.
Iris: Ok, would it be more amenable to you if I went along with Amanda for the interview?
Amanda: No, no, he's just expecting me.
Iris: Ok, so we'll throw him off balance.
Amanda: Iris, he could back out.
Iris: Oh, come on, I can sweet-talk him. The most important thing is for us to get that interview and get out unscathed. Is it a deal?
Amanda: I can work with that.
Rachel: I can't.
Amanda: Mom, I'm doing it.
Rachel: Yes, I got that impression.
Iris: We'll meet at Tops afterwards for a little debriefing.
Olivia: The Martin Galleries in Italy, "an exhibition of the dance." Sam, that sounds incredible!
Sam: Keep reading, keep reading.
Olivia: Do you have any idea -- I mean, any idea -- how few American artists are ever asked to show in Europe?
Sam: I know, I know. Just keep reading.
Olivia: Ok, all right. The show opens on the 15th and it runs for a month. It's wonderful.
Sam: I'm not doing it.
Olivia: What are you talking about?
Sam: They gave me no notice, and the dates -- they're all wrong.
Olivia: So, you can still do it.
Sam: I'd have to be there in person, seeing over the gallery myself. It's not worth it, just not worth it.
Olivia: Is it -- I know I wouldn't be able to go with you because of "Romeo and Juliet," but --
Sam: You see, there are a lot of other things that'll come along. It's just not the right time, that's all.
Olivia: You would actually turn this down just to be with me?
Sam: Look, I told you I wanted to start my life over with you again. I wasn't just talking.
Olivia: I know that.
Sam: And when I give a promise, I plan on keeping it.
Olivia: Sam --
Sam: And I wouldn't be a very good keeper of promises if I just flew off every time a good business deal came along for me, would I?
Olivia: You have no idea how much that means to me.
But you have to go.
Sam: Why? Why do I have to go?
Olivia: Because -- come on, listen, what do we have if we can't stand to be apart for two weeks?
Sam: Yeah, but I wanted to be there opening night to see you.
Olivia: I know, I wanted that, too, but I think returning home an international success just could be worth it.
Sam: All right, all right, not so fast.
Olivia: Come on, you know it's true.
Sam: All right, all right, all right. Well, I would have to square things away at "Sophisticate" and I'd be out of here in a couple of days.
Olivia: I think this calls for a celebration.
Sam: All right.
What do you say? We'll go to Tops -- actually, I'd even told Dean I'd meet him there about 15 minutes ago, so we'll go --
Olivia: Hang on one second. Dean? We're going to be celebrating with Dean?
Sam: It's a quick meeting, and I promise you and I will have dinner alone together.
Olivia: Ok. But first, I would like to give you just a sample of what you're going to be missing when you're in Italy.
Stacey: Dean, hey. Glad I caught you.
Dean: Must be your lucky day, Stace. What is it?
Stacey: Yeah, Cass asked me to draw up some papers for Matt to sign.
Dean: What, are you doing Cass' work for him now?
Stacey: Well, yeah, he's been incredibly busy lately.
Dean: Right -- well, of course two wives would do that to you, right?
Stacey: Listen, you just make sure that Matt gets these, all right, hotshot?
Dean: You know, Cass would be a lot less busy if he spent a little more time with Frankie and maybe let those federal Rambo guys take care of his ex-wife.
Kathleen: Hi, Stace.
Dean: You made it, great.
Kathleen: Yeah, I did. What's the game plan, hmm?
Dean: All right, um -- ok. A couple of agency type guys are going to be coming over here to check out the facility -- see if it's what they need, ok, and Matt and I, we both have appointments, so I thought maybe you could show them around?
Dean: Ok, good. Oh, and the phone, the phone.
Kathleen: Yeah, I can handle phones.
Dean: If you could answer the phone and take, like, little notes on the --
Kathleen: I know the routine, Dean.
Dean: On the pad. Ok, good. All right, look, I'm late. If you need me I'm at Tops.
Kathleen: Tops, great.
Dean: And I'll do this.
Stacey: Yeah, thanks.
Kathleen: Guess I'm hired, huh?
Stacey: This place -- I guess I'll always think of it as Jakeís place.
Stacey: It's such a creepy feeling, though. You wouldn't believe what this place looked like after Jake was shot.
Kathleen: Yes, I would.
Stacey: Kathleen, I still cannot get over that you're back.
Kathleen: Tell me about it. Yeah.
Stacey: Cass -- Cass told me that you got stuck in an elevator with Carl.
Kathleen: Just my lucky day, I guess.
Stacey: Are you all right?
Kathleen: Oh, the place was crawling with cops and bodyguards. I have a bodyguard outside right now in the hallway.
Stacey: I don't know how you did it.
Kathleen: Practice, lots of practice. Stacey, I have got a lot of work to do here.
Stacey: Kathleen, what is it? What's the matter?
Kathleen: I'm sorry, Stacey, this just hasn't been a good day. Cass and I exchanged divorce papers today.
Stacey: I had no idea.
Kathleen: Oh, it's ok. One wife at a time -- that's the law.
Stacey: Come on, this is upsetting. Why don't you just say it like it is. I mean, you don't have to joke around with me.
Kathleen: None of this gets back to your brother, ok?
Anthony: I don't know what you're talking about. It ain't me, it's how I work.
Frankie: Work? Oh, I would be so happy, so delighted, so overjoyed if I ever actually saw you work. Sure, you measure things, lots of things, and you buy things. You buy tools and supplies and equipment, untold amounts of equipment. Oh, and you hand in estimates, beautiful, detailed-down-to-the- last-nail estimates -- but you never work. I still don't even have a kitchen sink and you promised me -- you promised me the second floor would be finished by now.
Cass: Honey, you're home. Hey, Anthony, how's it going?
Frankie: Yes, I am home, and I was just telling Anthony that we cannot live like this anymore. Don't you dare patronize me!
Anthony: Ok, look, let's just cut to the chase. Why don't you fire me?
Cass: Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hey, come on, guys. Let's have a little cooling off period, all right? Neutral corners, talk this over. I'm sure we can solve whatever problem exists here.
Frankie: No! No, no, no, I do not want to cool off. I do not want to talk things over. I do not want to consider the possibilities. I want to do something -- something decisive.
Frankie: Don't you "Frankie" me, either one of you. Hey, Anthony, you blew it. I want you out of my house this minute. I do not mean to be unreasonable, but six months for a breakfast nook is ridiculous. Everybody, everybody promises me things, but nobody delivers. I can't count on anybody. Promises aren't good enough, anymore, ok? I am sick of promises. I want the truth and I want action.
Anthony: Ok, ok, ok, you want action?
Anthony: How's this?
Cass: Aw, don't go, honey! I mean, Anthony. Oh, Frankie! Frankie, gee.
Frankie: Oh, good God, Cass. I have become someone I don't even know anymore. I have never done anything like that.
Cass: Oh, honey. Hey, come on.
Frankie: What are we going to do now? I have half a house and no contractor. I am doing things I have never done before. I've lied to you. I've tried to deny my own feelings. I'm out of control.
Cass: Hey, hey, look at all you've been through.
Frankie: I have been so terrified of losing you. Cass, I've been -- all I have done is put you in this impossible no-win situation. I can't do that to you anymore, Cass. I have to face what is happening to you, what's happening to us. I have to get some sort of control. We're -- we're not legally married anymore, so maybe this is really the best thing to do, you know? Stop trying to preserve something that just isn't there anymore. And this gives you real freedom to choose -- to choose whoever it is that you really want to be with. Both of us will start from scratch, we'll all start from scratch, from ground zero, ok?
Cass: Maybe this is the fairest thing after all.
Carl: Thank you for coming, Amanda. Unexpected pleasure to see you, Iris.
Iris: Whenever we cover a major celebrity, I always come along just in case there are any questions later.
Carl: I don't understand.
Amanda: Mark will be photographing you during the session.
Carl: Aha. How do you do, Mark?
Mark: How are you?
Carl: Would you like me any place in particular? I'm sure you don't ask that question of many people.
Mark: Oh, anywhere you'd like, Mr. Hutchins.
Carl: Come along, Amanda. Sit -- yes, sit here.
Iris: Darling, why don't you sit here next to me, hmm?
Iris: Well, that way, the tape recorder can be between you and you can both be heard.
Carl: That's a moot point. We won't be using the tape recorder.
Amanda: Why not?
Carl: I don't care for them.
Amanda: Well, Iris, how's your shorthand?
Carl: Don't worry, dear, I'll speak slowly. Amanda, I was very impressed with your folio, you know. Shows great promise. There were a couple of moments when I could glimpse your father.
Amanda: Please don't be offended, I appreciate the hospitality, but it's official Cory policy not to drink while on the job.
Carl: What about tea? Or perhaps you'd like warm milk?
Iris: We'll settle for a little candor.
Amanda: Mr. Hutchins, why don't we start with the question that most people want to hear the answer to?
Carl: Would you like to call me Carl?
Amanda: I'm old fashioned, Mr. Hutchins. I like formalities.
Carl: Yes, you are, aren't you? All right, what was your question?
Amanda: Kathleen McKinnon Winthrop stated on television that if you resurfaced in Bay City, it would be directly linked to her coming out of hiding. Is there any truth in that?
Carl: Kathleen McKinnon Winthrop is a charming but misguided lady, but my concern at this moment -- well, it's a worry, shall we say, that's of a much more immediate nature.
Stacey: Kathleen, anything you tell me in confidence will not get back to Cass.
Stacey: I swear.
Kathleen: Stacey, did you ever make the biggest sacrifice of your life and then wonder every single minute after that if you made the right decision?
Stacey: No, I havenít. I mean, I've heard enough about your situation to try to imagine it and empathize with what you went through, but, no.
Kathleen: Well, whatever you could imagine, it's 10 times worse, a hundred times worse. Not only do you give up everyone and everything you ever had, but you can't make any new friends.
Stacey: Anonymity is the thing that protects you.
Kathleen: Yeah. Make a friend, you put someone in danger.
Stacey: I don't know how you stuck it out so long, Kathleen.
Kathleen: I would wake up in sweaty sheets trying to remember who I was supposed to be in a new town. I would have to get up and check my new fake I.D. card to find out.
Stacey: I had no idea.
Kathleen: You know, sometimes I'd want to stand up in the middle of a crowed movie theater and just shout my name, just so I could hear it one more time. I know that sounds stupid, but sometimes I just felt that desperate.
Stacey: Joe must've been important to you.
Kathleen: Yes, he was.
Stacey: Did you two -- I mean, were you guys involved?
Kathleen: Everybody asks me that question. Joe was everything to me. He was my confidant, he was my protector, he was my only friend, and I needed somebody to be close to.
Stacey: He seems like a wonderful guy.
Kathleen: Yeah, he is, but I never fell in love with him. I always made that very clear.
Stacey: Clear to him?
Kathleen: Yeah. I needed him. But you know, he was also my jailer.
Stacey: You were trapped.
Kathleen: I survived. I was always a survivor. Always.
Cass: You're right, Frankie. You're absolutely right, as usual. I mean, let's face it, our marriage is totally invalid.
Cass: Legally, right. And Kathleen did sign the divorce papers, so all of that is out of the way.
Frankie: And that's a relief, right?
Cass: Oh, yeah. So, finally we're starting out exactly equal.
Cass: Ground zero, just like you said.
Cass: I'm single, you're single, Kathleenís single.
Frankie: And this takes the pressure off you, and that's the right thing to do. It's the best for everyone.
Cass: I have to tell you, Frankie, I've never been so touched, so moved in my entire life.
Frankie: About what?
Cass: That you would offer me this. That you would actually, willingly give me my freedom because you don't want me to be unduly pressured.
Frankie: Cass, I would do anything for you. I trust you.
Cass: I know.
Frankie: And I believe in you.
Cass: So, Kathleen gave me my divorce papers and I got this from you and -- and all of a sudden everything has gotten quite clear.
Frankie: It has? Does that mean you know what you want?
Cass: Yes, I do.
Dean: This is fantastic, this D&M logo. I can't wait to plaster it on everything I own -- the front door, the letterhead, the labels, my boots --
Sam: And I can assume you like it if you're going to put it on your boots?
Dean: Like it? I love it, Sam. I love it.
Sam: Well, I had a good time with it. It was a challenge getting the essence of what you and Matt are trying to do with this music business, so --
Dean: We're innovative, fresh, right?
Sam: Brash, independent.
Dean: Thank you.
Olivia: Did I not tell you that he's the best? Did he happen to mention that he has a show coming up in Italy?
Dean: Italy? Really? Moving up in the world, huh?
Olivia: Bright lights, here we come.
Rachel: I just found out about your new client. Why aren't you with him?
Lucas: Carl felt he could conduct this interview without me.
Rachel: You have no ethics, Lucas?
Lucas: Yes, I think I do.
Rachel: Then why are you working for Carl?
Lucas: Don't jump to conclusions on this, Rachel.
Rachel: This will seriously jeopardize your job at Cory Publishing.
Lucas: Nothing is going to happen to Amanda with Iris standing guard.
Rachel: How do you know about Iris?
Lucas: I won't let anything happen to Amanda. She's been too good a friend.
Rachel: I'm scared, you know? She's late, a whole half-hour. I'm really scared.
Amanda: So you're saying that the jury that convicted you misunderstood you and misunderstood the evidence against you?
Carl: You know very well how easily the judicial system can be manipulated.
Amanda: Why don't you tell me about that?
Carl: It's a very old story. It was a fill-up. I was set up.
Amanda: By whom?
Carl: Well, with your brains, I'll let you figure that out.
Amanda: We're here to hear your side of the story, Mr. Hutchins.
Carl: The time I spent in prison, Amanda, was, strictly speaking, a miscarriage of justice.
Amanda: You had a team of some of the best lawyers in the country.
Carl: That's right.
Amanda: Well, why couldn't they get you off?
Carl: Why, indeed. People in power settling old scores.
Amanda: And what score was that?
Carl: Well, there are multiple issues on that one.
Carl: Accusations by party or parties unknown. You know, the constitution states that you have the right to face your accuser. Do you know I've been denied that right consistently from the beginning?
Carl: Well, we both want the answer to that one, don't we?
Amanda: Surely, you must have your suspicions.
Iris: Mr. Hutchins is obviously not going to give us the fabulous interview we expected. Oh, Carl, I am so disappointed.
Carl: Oh, dear, I'm hushed.
Iris: Well, I expected fireworks or revelations at the very least. You've told us absolutely nothing. You know, self-serving innuendos no longer sell magazines.
Amanda: Well, Iris, I think I actually have a good angle to my story.
Carl: What might that be?
Amanda: Why don't we set up an appointment to interview Kathleen McKinnon.
Iris: What a good idea.
Carl: And tell me, what would you expect to learn from her?
Iris: More than what you've told us, Carl.
Amanda: Why don't you just let me surprise you?
Carl: All right. Yes, I -- I rather like surprises. Allow me.
Amanda: You can read it in next month's issue of "Brava."
Carl: Uh-huh. You and I have an agreement, do we not? I get to read the final proof.
Amanda: Of this interview.
Carl: You mean -- oh. Oh, I see.
Amanda: You should've got it in writing, Mr. Hutchins. My father taught me that a long time ago.
Carl: Good old Daddy.
Stacey: You still love Cass, don't you?
Kathleen: What do you think?
Stacey: I don't know how you did it. I don't know how you kept going for all those years.
Kathleen: Fear and anger -- two great little motivators. I was angry at Carl for stealing my life and terrified that he would finish the job by murdering me and my family.
Stacey: Knowing what we know about Carl, you had no choice.
Kathleen: I tried to stick to that choice, Stacey. I really, really tried.
Stacey: But you saw Cass again.
Kathleen: He just wouldn't leave it alone.
Stacey: What did you expect him to do?
Kathleen: I bet Frankie wishes he'd found a way.
Stacey: Frankie's had a very hard time with this.
Kathleen: It hasn't been exactly peach melba for me, either, Stacey. I see Frankie and Cass every day. I see Frankie living the life that I should be leading. I see Frankieís pictures on the wall where mine should be, Frankieís clothes hanging in the closet where mine should be, Frankieís sheets on the bed. I see Cass touching Frankie the way that I should be -- I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I just --
Kathleen: I tried to be understanding. I tried to be objective, but I just can't -- I can't take it anymore.
Cass: Sit down.
Frankie: I can take it standing up, Cass.
Cass: Mary Frances, shut up and sit down. Thank you. Would you sit up straight, please? Thank you.
I love you. I've never stopped loving you. You've been put through some things, put into some situations that no woman should ever have to live through. And that's why I want to start all over again from the beginning with you.
Cass: I've never loved anyone -- I repeat, anyone -- as much as I love you right now. I'm totally amazed at your selflessness, at how you offered me my freedom, how you were completely willing to let me go because you care so much. I don't know why that should surprise me. After all, you are that loving, that loyal, that giving. No, don't protest it. It's all true. All of it and much, much more, which is why I want you to be my wife.
Iris: I am going to get some champagne.
Mark: Hey, you were really great with that creep just now. I don't think he knew what to make of you.
Amanda: Well, let's hope not.
Mark: I think I got some good shots.
Amanda: Good. I want them as soon as possible.
Mark: You got it. You know, there was this one shot right before the end. You know, he was putting on your coat.
Mark: The look on his face -- it would haunt your dreams.
Amanda: Well, hey, if it's as good as you say, maybe I'll talk to Iris and we could get it on the cover.
Mark: Well, good. Now, listen, Amanda, just wanted to tell you, I'm really glad I got a chance to do this gig with you. You know I've watched you around the office. I know your work. And to tell you the truth, I've always wanted to work a major story with you.
Amanda: Thanks, I'm flattered.
Mark: Lately, I've been thinking -- I'd like to go out with you. Is that a possibility?
Amanda: Well, I never, uh --
Amanda: Sure, why not?
Rachel: Oh, Amanda, you're here, sweetie.
Amanda: Hi. Of course, I'm here.
Rachel: I was so worried about you.
Amanda: Mom, I'm fine.
Rachel: Did you get here late?
Amanda: I told you I'd be fine.
Lucas: You really delivered for me on this one. Thank you.
Iris: Well, I'm glad you trusted me enough to ask for my help.
Lucas: How did she do with Hutchins?
Iris: I wish Daddy could have seen her. She never flinched.
Lucas: Good. Well, it's going to make a good story.
Iris: The man who tried to kill Mac Cory being interviewed by Mac Coryís daughter? You bet it'll make a good story.
Mark: So, how's it going?
Sam: Hey, Mark, what's up? What are you doing here? Tops is not really your style, from what I hear.
Mark: We are on an interview with Amanda.
Mark: Yeah, and I just wanted to let you know I asked her out.
Sam: You did?
Mark: Yeah, you got a problem with that?
Sam: Look, Mark, I know your reputation with women. Who doesn't? Amanda doesn't need you messing up her life right now.
Mark: I wasn't asking you for permission.
Sam: Then what do you want?
Mark: Just to let you know, so it won't be embarrassing. It's a good thing I did. You seem to have forgotten that you're divorced.
Rachel: Iris, I want to make something very clear.
Iris: Relax, Rachel, you would've been very proud of her.
Rachel: I don't want anyone, not you or anyone else, encouraging Amanda to have anything to do with that man.
Iris: She didn't need any encouragement. She made it, didn't she?
Rachel: Yes, she did, this time, but we don't know what Carl is up to. And I don't want any member of my family involved with him. Is that clear?
Carl: There you are. Good girl. Looks like I'm going to need you soon. Yes, love, it's a job, and a job that requires your very special talents. Well, it seems that Kathleen McKinnon is working in a music studio. Something run by two pubescent boys -- S&M or something. No, not that kind of S&M. Now, look, the best way to get to Kathleen is through you. I shall be in touch soon. Please be ready to move on very short notice. Bye. Bye.
Cass: So, what do you say?
Frankie: Are you sure? Are you absolutely sure that this is what you want?
Stacey: Well, what exactly do you mean, Kathleen? Are you leaving town?
Kathleen: Frankie Frame is a very nice woman, and I have nothing, absolutely nothing, against her personally.
Cass: Absolutely sure.
Frankie: No doubts? Nothing held back?
Cass: Free and clear, my choice, for now and for always.
Kathleen: But Frankie has my life and she has my husband.
Cass: There's no way I'm losing you, Mary Frances. Not now, not ever.
Stacey: Wait a minute, Kathleen.
Kathleen: And I want it back. I want all of it back. And nothing, absolutely nothing, is going to stop me from having what is mine.
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