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Another World Transcript Thursday 3/8/07

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Marley: Jamie said it was urgent.

Hilda: I'm sure it was the way he was acting.

Marley: Well -- what is --

Hilda: Here he comes. I'm sure he'll explain it all to you.

Jamie: Thank you, Hilda.

Marley: What?

Jamie: It's more than urgent, it's critical. You made good time.

Marley: Gee, I'm glad I didn't get a speeding ticket. What is it?

Jamie: It's us.

Marley: Us?

Jamie: We have to get married.

Marley: I thought we were.

Jamie: Ah, but the question is when.

Marley: When?

Jamie: Pick a date. Just close your eyes and point if you have to.

Marley: I can't do that.

Jamie: Of course you can. You just circle a day. And from that day forward, you and I get to live happily ever after.

Paulina: We have to go.

Grant: Come here. Come here. You know what?

Paulina: What?

Grant: You make me very, very happy.

Paulina: I do?

Grant: Mm-hmm. Not to mention you bring me great pleasure.

Paulina: But I've also made you very late.

Grant: What's the rush?

Paulina: Well, don't you have a load of lobbyists to meet?

Grant: Well, you know lobbyists. They always wait.

Paulina: Well, you know, believe it or not, I have a few things to do myself.

Grant: Oh, yeah? Such as?

Paulina: Oh, nothing interesting, just things.

Grant: Well, that sounds very mysterious.

Paulina: Mm-hmm. Very.

Grant: Hmm. Maybe that's what I like about you. You keep me guessing.

Paulina: You'd better go do whatever you do with lobbyists.

Grant: Ok. Bye.

Paulina: [Sighs]

Grant: I miss you.

Paulina: See you later. [Sighs]

Paulina: Jake, it’s Paulina. I'll meet you there in ten minutes. It's the only time I've got. What's the address?

I'll see you there. But it's the last time.

Ryan: Mm. I hate to say this. But I got to go. Duty calls.

Vicky: Don't answer it.

Ryan: Mm-mm. Gotta, gotta, gotta.

Vicky: No. No. You have way too many gottas in your life. Why don't you lighten up a little bit?

Ryan: No. I gotta get to headquarters.

Vicky: Oh, at this hour?

Ryan: Yep. I'm a cop, lady. I don't work nine to five.

Vicky: Oh, yeah, you do. And five to nine and everything in between.

Ryan: Oh, yeah, well, you should just be lucky that I take some breaks.

Vicky: Oh. Yippee. Whoo. Yay.

Ryan: What's that?

Vicky: What?

Ryan: This.

Vicky: Oh.

Ryan: It's a note from Carl Hutchins.

Vicky: Oh, yeah. That came with the flowers he sent me a couple days ago.

Ryan: Carl Hutchins sent you flowers?

Vicky: Yeah. Oh, please, it was no big deal. He's not a candidate for my hand or anything. I'm yours. Body, soul, and mind.

Ryan: Vicky.

Vicky: Spirit. What?

Ryan: Are you crazy? Or just suicidal?

Marley: Oh, um. Ok, what about this -- that day. This -- that day. That would be a perfect day. The flowers will be out, it will be beautiful.

Jamie: Not as beautiful as you.

Jamie: That's a perfect day. And you are going to be the most beautiful bride. What?

Marley: I'm just not used to being this happy.

Jamie: When will you understand it's what you deserve, Marley?

Marley: Oh, but you -- you make me feel like a princess in some storybook or something. I know that this is not what life is. All the time.

Jamie: It's not? What?

Marley: Oh, Jamie, this is so fun to pretend that our marriage is going to be like a storybook.

Jamie: But I wanted to make some magic for you. Slay a few dragons here or there.

Marley: You already have. Thank you.

Jamie: I don't plan to stop.

Marley: I don't know how many more dragons there are.

Jamie: Oh. I guess I'll have to put my white horse out to pasture. Oh. Wait a minute. Wait a minute. I'm getting a brainstorm.

Marley: About dragons?

Jamie: About our wedding. That's how I want it to be.

Marley: What?

Jamie: Magical and romantic.

Marley: It couldn't be anything else with us.

Jamie: Oh, I know. I mean, for everybody. Romance. A picture book kind of thing.

Marley: Oh, my.

Jamie: The greatest celebration the townspeople have ever known!

Marley: [Clapping] Bravo!

Rachel: What?

Jamie: Mom, great. Come here. Maybe you can help.

Rachel: What? What are you celebrating?

Jamie: Do you happen to know where we could find and rent a nice castle?

Felicia: Luke? Look, I found them. You know, you really should wear the real thing on an occasion like this. What do you think? Oh -- honey. I think they're perfect. She's going to love these. Jenna?

Jenna: Felicia?

Felicia: Yeah. Come here.

Jenna: Have you seen the hair dryer?

Felicia: Look, look. For you.

Jenna: Those are earrings.

Felicia: Yes, yes. They're going to be perfect with the dress you're going to wear tonight.

Jenna: Maybe if you were wearing it. I was just going to wear my little gold ones if I can find them. Lucas.

Felicia: Honey, honey, the gold ones are just -- well, they're not going to make much of a statement.

Jenna: Felicia.

Felicia: This is your big date. Your first dance with Matt.

Jenna: Please stop making such a big deal of it.

Felicia: But it is a big deal.

Jenna: I know that. I'm already scared to death.

Felicia: Now, Jenna. I'm not going to waste your time by telling you how beautiful and graceful and unusual you are. I mean good unusual. I'm going to let Matt do all of that.

Jenna: Well, don't count on it.

Felicia: Oh, honey, honey. Why don't you go into the bathroom and finish your hair. All right?

[Doorbell rings] The hairdryer's in there.

Jenna: [Gasps] That can't possibly be him.

Felicia: No, I'm -- it's probably just a delivery boy. Maybe he's bringing you a corsage. I mean, that's possible, isn't it?

Lucas: Wait, it could be for Jenna, and it might not be flowers.

Felicia: See?

Jenna: But it couldn't be for me.

Felicia: No, it could be.

Lucas: Hi.

Man: Hi -- for Miss Jenna Norton?

Lucas: Yes. Thank you very much.

Man: Thank you, sir.

Lucas: Bye.

Felicia: Oh, what's this?

Jenna: For me?

Lucas: For you.

Jenna: It can't be.

Lucas: It can be.

Jenna: What?

Lucas: Well, when Olivia told me that you really loved this one but you opted for the more inexpensive one, I had to do it.

Felicia: That's so sweet of you.

Jenna: I can't possibly wear this. Not tonight. Not ever.

Lucas: Wait a minute.

You owe me an explanation.

Vicky: Oh.

Ryan: You know, I don't get you. You know, you worry about me, but you can't even see a red flag when it's waving right in front of your face.

Vicky: It wasn't a red flag. It was flowers.

Ryan: Oh, I see. And you don't see the need to mention the fact that this guy sent you flowers. This guy that I'm after. This guy that's well-known for dirty tricks.

Vicky: It's no big deal. I checked for bombs or electric devices.

Ryan: What do you think Carl Hutchins is? Some kind of kindly ex-con that sends presents to pretty women?

Vicky: Maybe that's how he gets his kicks.

Ryan: No. He is the subject of a major police investigation, as you well know.

Vicky: So?

Ryan: So? So I expect just a little bit more savvy from my own --

Vicky: Your own what? Please. I'm fascinated.

Ryan: My own girlfriend.

[Vicky laughs] And I expect her to report to me.

Vicky: The boyfriend.

Ryan: The cop on the case; if and when Carl Hutchins gets in touch with you. The guy is lethal.

Vicky: Well, his flowers weren't. They were just flowers.

Ryan: No. No, they weren't. They were -- they were a move. They were an opening gambit in a nasty little game.

Vicky: Oh, oh, I get it. He wanted to see someone squirm. You're giving him exactly what he wants.

Ryan: I am going to give him exactly what he's got coming to him.

Vicky: Ryan. What?

Ryan: Why do you think Kathleen McKinnon was in hiding?

Vicky: I don't know. But she's out.

Ryan: Right. And now she's under 24-hour guard. Now, I can't give the same thing to you, so I'm just going to handle it myself.

Vicky: What are you going to do? Tell me.

Ryan: It's police business.

Vicky: Ryan, you're scaring me.

Ryan: Well. I'm not the one that should be scaring you. That slime is. Now, do you get it?

Vicky: [Sighs] Yes. I get it. Do you get it?

Ryan: Yes, I get it. I told you I can take care of myself. Now, in the meantime, I don't want you to take anything for granted. No packages that show up that you didn't order. No hang-ups and call-ups. No boys that come without your knowledge.

Vicky: Ok.

Ryan: Take care.

Vicky: I will. I'll take care of you.

Lucas: Could you leave us alone for ten minutes, please?

Felicia: Luke, I'm not really sure that's a good idea.

Lucas: I think it would be much easier for us to talk straight to one another without you refereeing. Please.

Lucas: I'm waiting.

Jenna: For what?

Lucas: For you to come clean, if you have the guts.

Jenna: I don't know what you want from me.

Lucas: I want to make you happy.

Jenna: You can't.

Lucas: Oh, you can't take a gift from someone who's had a crummy past?

Jenna: No. Because you keep trying to act like my father and you're not.

Lucas: I'm just trying to be your friend.

Jenna: Then why do I always feel like you're buying me?

Ada: Ok. Come on. Gresham's law.

Matt: I know it, I know it. Uh -- hmm. Good money follows -- no. Bad money drives out good.

Ada: How do they tell the difference?

Matt: Is that in there?

Ada: No. I just wondered.

Matt: Grandma, if they wonder on the economics test, I'm dead. Please.

Ada: You think they'll ask you how long it takes for a candle burning at both ends to go out?

Matt: Could you stick to the questions in the book, thank you very much.

Ada: I'm worried about you. You're going to college full-time and you're running your own business.

Matt: I have a partner.

Ada: Who is only making things harder for you. Matthew, you're spreading yourself very, very thin.

Matt: I appreciate the concern, but I'm fine.

Lindsey: Matthew. Thank heaven I found you.

Matt: Hi.

Lindsey: I need you desperately.

Matt: Me?

Lindsey: You are the only one who can help me.

Matt: You met my grandma, right?

Lindsey: Oh, yes. It's lovely to see you again.

Ada: I can tell.

Lindsey: So, will you help me?

Matt: I'd love to. I really would. But I'm snowed under. I have to take Jenna to her dance.

Lindsey: Oh, I know. I heard. That is so dear of you.

Matt: You know, I have to get my hair cut. I have to do this and that. I have to get a corsage, get dressed for dinner.

Lindsey: You are still my friend, too, aren't you?

Matt: Yeah, sure.

Lindsey: Then you won't say no to me. Listen, it's really important. I mean it. I could be in big trouble here. Come on. Come on, it's not going to take that long. You'll still have plenty of time to go and get your sweet, young thing.

Matt: Ok. Ok. We've got to move, though. Thanks.

Lindsey: Bye.

Matt: Pound the book.

Ada: Well. There is bad money leading good money by the nose.

Ryan: Pardon me?

Ada: Gresham's law. Hi Ryan. What can I do for you?

Ryan: Actually, I was hoping maybe you'd seen a -- never mind. Thanks, Ada. I appreciate it.

Ada: Ok.

Ryan: Hey, hey. I need anything you've got on Carl Hutchins.

Man: Sorry, he's out of my league.

Ryan: Hutchins, pal.

Man: I told you. He's not my kind of guy.

Ryan: Oh, yeah? Well, I hear he kind of hangs out with your social circle. What do they have to say?

Man: They say, you hang out with Hutchins, you'll wind up dead.

Ryan: You know what I say? I say that if you don't tell me everything, you could wind up worse.

Paulina: I don't have much time.

Jake: I don't have much of anything.

Paulina: This is all your stuff, isn't it?

Jake: Yeah. Yeah, it was all sitting here waiting for me. Kathleen had it stored while I was asleep.

Paulina: Well, that was very nice of her, wasn't it?

Jake: Kathleen was the only one that cared about me. Now she hates me as well.

Paulina: Can we talk about what I came to talk about?

Jake: You mind if we don't? I mean, I'm a little wiped out. It's kind of tough to see your whole life in a bunch of boxes sitting in a little, dingy room.

Paulina: You have to rebuild you life, Jake. Start over.

Jake: [Laughs] How do you rebuild a dream when it all starts with this? The D.A. sent me this. It's Marley’s ring. Kind of makes you think, doesn't it?

Paulina: What?

Jake: I don't know. One day your life can be fantastic, and the next, you can lose everything.

Paulina: I can't stay very long, Jake.

This is the money I told you I would lend you. It's to help you start a new life.

Jake: This is very generous, Paulina. Must be $10,000 here.

Paulina: Well, I won't be seeing you again, Jake.

Jake: Why? Are you leaving town?

Paulina: Whatever I do, it won't be with you. Is that clear?

Jamie: So what do you say?

Marley: I say people are going to think we're crazy.

Rachel: Who cares?

Jamie: You like it?

Rachel: Of course I do. I love it.

Jamie: I knew you would. I've got a romance gene, you know.

Marley: Ah.

Rachel: Actually, I'm relieved. Well, I thought you wanted to live in a castle, not just get married in one.

Marley: Oh.

Jamie: Well, wait a minute.

Rachel: No, don't even think about it. It's too difficult to heat.

Jamie: We'll have a grand wedding banquet after the ceremony. A medieval type.

Marley: Uh, could we have knives and forks?

Jamie: If you insist. I'm talking troubadours, court musicians.

Marley: Well, how about maids in waiting for the bridesmaids?

Rachel: Well, it sounds like we have to find a very reliable castle.

Jamie: That's right. We don't want just any castle, now. We'd like a moat, of course.

Marley: And a covered bridge.

Jamie: Yes.

Rachel: Wait a minute. What about that place on Old Bay Road? Remember it? It was modeled after a real Scottish castle. We went on tour there when you were a cub scout.

Jamie: Cub scout? Mom, that was a few years ago.

Marley: Oh, it must be in ruins by now.

Jamie: Very funny.

Rachel: And then there's the Evington Place. It's a little run down, but it has a crenellated tower.

Jamie: And bats, too, probably, right?

Marley: No, I don't want any bats. That kind of ruins a party.

Rachel: Ok, no bats. Oh, and then there's that other place, Ardsburg in Middlebury. No, but I think they were made a bed and breakfast. You know, this is going to be a little difficult.

[Marley laughs]

Jamie: Wait a minute.

Rachel: What?

Jamie: There's a woman on the clinic council who's also on the chamber of commerce. I'll see if she has some great ideas. I'm going to make a call.

Rachel: Ok.

Marley: He's so excited.

Rachel: He's so happy. And it's all thanks to you.

Marley: Oh, Rachel, maybe now would be the right time to say I'm sorry for what I've put your family through.

Rachel: Honey, you haven't done anything.

Marley: I have. With the trial and the publicity, and --

Rachel: Marley. I don't hold you responsible for anything except making my son extremely happy, for which I am very, very grateful.

Marley: Thank you.

Rachel: Now, let's forget all

-- the past and the pain -- and let's plan a perfect wedding. Oops. I'm getting too pushy, aren't I?

Marley: Oh, no.

Rachel: I mean, I'm the mother of the groom. I mean, the mother of the groom is just supposed to wear beige and a smile, right?

Marley: I would love your help.

Rachel: Oh, good. Well, you don't have to ask twice.

Marley: All right. Especially since the mother of the bride isn't going to be involved.

Rachel: Marley, maybe you want to rethink that decision.

Jake: So you have to run off?

Paulina: I've got a dinner date. You can count that if you'd like.

Jake: No. I'll just -- I'll count it when I spend it. I guess you don't have to do that any more, huh?

Paulina: But I remember what it's like.

Jake: I'll bet you do. So, does the congressman buy you lots of baubles and bangles?

Paulina: Now and then.

Jake: Yeah. I guess this is the last one I’ll be buying for a while. Marley's -- Marley’s wearing Jamie’s now. This is just old evidence.

Paulina: It's not evidence if there isn't a case.

Jake: It's still a mystery, though. Who shot me?

Paulina: I think you should concentrate on your future.

Jake: You know, I -- there is one more favor that I have to ask you.

Paulina: Yes?

Jake: You spend a lot of time with your new family, right? At the Cory place?

Paulina: Mm-hmm.

Jake: See much of your stepbrother?

Paulina: No, I hardly see him at all. He's very tied up with business and --

Jake: Marley. How is she? Is she recovered from -- everything?

Paulina: She's fine, Jake. I can't stay here and talk to you about --

Jake: Would you talk to me, Paulina? I mean, you're the only one who knows the truth.

Paulina: Jake?

Jake: What about the fact that I'm a changed man?

Paulina: She doesn't want to know that. She doesn't even want to hear your name. Certainly not from me.

Jake: You're the only friend I've got.

Paulina: Jake. I'm trying to start my life over, too. Grant knows about my past.

Jake: So what's the problem?

Paulina: There isn't one. That's my point. It's in the past.

Jake: Me included?

Paulina: That's right.

Jake: Well, I hope that Grant appreciates how decent you are with your old friends.

Paulina: He can't know about the money that I gave you. Neither can the Corys.

Jake: I'm not going to say a word to anyone. And I am going to pay you back every penny. Promise.

Paulina: Don't worry about it. Just get help and get well. You start your life over again and --

Jake: And -- and keep my mouth shut.

Keep my mouth shut. Thank you -- for this. Thank you.

An easy mark. And a damn good shot. Somehow, you are going to help me get my wife back.

[Knock at door]

Grant: Yes, I can check back on the anti-crime for you, but -- Joe, hold on a minute, will you, please? Hold on a minute. Yeah, Joe -- listen, let me call you back, all right? All right. Yes. Yes, yes, yes, I thought it was you.

Vicky: You said you would see me right away.

Grant: Did I have a choice?

Vicky: Grant.

Grant: What is it?

Vicky: I know you don't like me, but your brother does.

Grant: Listen, if Ryan is happy, then I'm happy.

Vicky: Ryan is his own worst enemy.

Grant: Well, I'm inclined to agree with that.

Vicky: Good. Then you'll help me stop him. Ryan wants to go after Carl Hutchins.

Grant: Well, who doesn't? I mean, at least with Ryan, it's legal.

Vicky: No. This isn't about legal. This is about stupid.

Grant: My brother is not stupid.

Vicky: Carl Hutchins sent me flowers.

Grant: Why?

Vicky: I don't know why. But Ryan found out about it. He's really fired up and I'm afraid of what he might do.

Grant: Look, risks are part of the description of the job, Vicky.

Vicky: Grant, don't you care about your brother?

Grant: I love my brother as much as you do.

Vicky: Well, good, then help me.

Grant: Vicky, he is a cop.

Vicky: Well, then he should act like a cop. Not like a superhero.

Grant: You're really scared, aren't you?

Vicky: I'm sorry. I have this premonition that he's going to get hurt. Or --

Grant: All right, look. What -- what do you think that we should do?

Vicky: Well, I can't do anything. But you could pull a few strings.

Grant: Which ones?

Vicky: The ones that would get him off the special squad.

Grant: I could probably do that. I mean, believe me, I don't want to see him around Hutchins any more than you do.

Vicky: Oh, good.

Grant: Do you love him enough to give him up?

Vicky: Give him up? I want to keep him around.

Grant: Don't you understand my brother at all?

Vicky: Yes, Grant. That's why I'm here.

Grant: Vicky, his work -- it's his essence. He wanted to be a cop. He chose to be. He is totally dedicated.

Vicky: I don't understand what he gets out of it.

Grant: A reason to get up in the morning.

Vicky: You don't get up in the morning when you're dead.

Grant: Look, you fell in love with my brother the way he is.

Vicky: Yeah.

Grant: So don't try to overhaul him. And don't ask me to take him off the case. Because even though that's what I want, he would never forgive either one of us. Never.

Grant: Oh, Paulina.

Paulina: Hi.

Grant: Listen, would you keep Vicky company for a while? I've got to finish up with some phone calls.

Vicky: Oh, no. Really. I've got to get going.

Paulina: Please don’t. I'm supposed to entertain you.

Vicky: You always do what he tells you to?

Paulina: I try and respect his wishes, yes.

Vicky: Don't elaborate.

Paulina: You know, most men like Grant and Ryan, they like support, not control.

Vicky: Why, aren't you the expert?

Paulina: Grant's taught me a lot of things.

Vicky: Well, I'm sure you've filled him in on a couple of your tricks, too.

Paulina: Well, at least I don't try and undermine him.

Vicky: No, I guess not. You have to be very careful. One slip-up, you could be back with winners like Jake.

Paulina: Wasn't Jake a part of your life, too? At one point?

Vicky: Mm-hmm. But I'm dating a cop, not a congressman. My image doesn't matter.

Paulina: Grant seems to like my image, all right.

Vicky: Does he have the whole picture? Colorful is one thing. Homicidal is another.

Paulina: What are you talking about?

Vicky: Paulina, it's obvious now that none of my family shot Jake. Which leaves you and Iris. Iris is much too smart, which leaves –

Grant: Yes, Washington, D.C., I love it.

Well, having fun, you two?

Vicky: I really do, yes, it's beautiful.

Grant: Good, good. You know what, you two just might be spending a little bit of time together.

Vicky: Really?

Grant: Yeah. I like spending time with my brother and maybe the four of us can have dinner some night.

Paulina: That would be very nice, Grant.

Vicky: Really.

Grant: Yeah, well, listen. How about tonight? I just called Ryan to have him join us at Tops. Hungry?

Lucas: Here, you take this back if you want to. I wasn't trying to buy you.

Jenna: Ok.

Lucas: I'm not the bad guy you think I am -- not the one in Felicia’s book.

Jenna: Could we just drop this?

Lucas: Yes. Sure we can. But I want to be straight with you, even though you won't return the favor.

Jenna: Go on.

Lucas: Felicia's right about you. You are a bright, beautiful, graceful young woman.

Jenna: Thank you.

Lucas: But you have an attitude problem.

Jenna: That's not fair.

Lucas: No, you're not fair. You are self-righteous, and you are judgmental, and you don't know a lot about life.

Jenna: That's not my fault.

Lucas: No, I know. You had a raw deal. I know about that. I've been there.

Jenna: Then why are you being so mean?

Lucas: Because there are a lot of people who had a worse deal and they came out all right. You want to know one? Fanny Grady. Felicia Gallant to you. Now, listen, I can handle it, with you stomping all over me when I'm trying to be nice. But there's one thing I won't handle. And that's you trying to hurt the woman that I love.

Jenna: Well, I didn't think I did.

Lucas: Oh, really? How do you think it feels when someone reaches out to you and tries their level best to do the best for you, and you keep pushing them away and pushing them away again and again because you don't trust their motives?

Jenna: Well, this is all new to me. It's all so complicated.

Lucas: No, it isn't. We care about you, that's all.

Jenna: I know.

Lucas: Jenna. We've come to love you. We just want to share your happiness, that's all. That's all this dress is about.

Jenna: I have to go get ready.

Lucas: Yeah, go ahead. But keep in mind -- you know, people who push other people away can end up very lonely.

[Jenna slams door]

Lucas: I know. I did it for years.

[Doorbell rings]

Lucas: Ryan.

Ryan: Lucas.

Lucas: Thought you'd be by before this.

Ryan: Yeah. I want to talk to you about Carl Hutchins.

Lucas: Come on in.

Ryan: I was hoping maybe you could answer why he's sticking around.

Matt: "From rhapsody to rap: The oral tradition"? Sharp stuff.

Lindsey: Oh, I have been so scared about this. You don't even know. I mean, I knew I had to do something really bold, you know, or Cranston would never notice. There's so much riding on this. I mean, the pressure is just phenomenal.

Matt: Yeah, how come?

Lindsey: Come here.

Matt: Oh. Oh, yes.

Lindsey: Uh --

Matt: Oh.

Lindsey: I guess my father is a little crazed on the subject of grades. Because my brother, Gary was this academic superstar. And there is absolutely no way I am going to measure up.

Matt: Mm.

Definitely with this. I've got to go. I've got to go. There's so many things I have to do here.

Lindsey: You know, you'd probably do a lot better with a nap and a real massage.

Matt: Yeah. Except I don't have time.

Lindsey: Well, why don't you sleep here for half an hour and skip the haircut? You look fine.

Matt: Well, I'm kind of punchy. Maybe I'll go home and take a nap.

Lindsey: Why don't you just crash here for half an hour? I mean, I have to do my laundry anyway.

Matt: Oh, that's tempting. Very tempting. Could you set the alarm?

Lindsey: No problem.

Poor baby.

Lucas: I don't know what else to tell you. Everything Carl's done since he's been here seemed on the up and up.

Ryan: And if you do find anything out, will you tell me?

Lucas: Why don't we cross that bridge --

Ryan: Yeah, that bridge. Yeah. If someone does get hurt because of Hutchins you can be sure I'll be in touch with you.

Lucas: Fine.

Ryan: Unless, of course, he figures out that you're trying to psych him out. And then he'll come after you and Felicia first.

Lucas: You're coming up with a lot of assumptions.

Ryan: Yeah, and you're taking an awful lot of risks.

Lucas: Thank you for stopping by.

Ryan: Lucas.

Felicia: Ryan.

Ryan: Excuse me.

Felicia: What was that all about?

Ryan: He wanted something I couldn't give him.

Felicia: About Carl.

Lucas: Hmm.

Felicia: [Chuckles] Ok. All right. I won't start. I promise. So, where's Jenna?

Lucas: Oh, she's in her room. She's probably throwing darts at my picture.

Felicia: What did you say to her?

Lucas: I just told her the truth. But I was nice.

Felicia: Oh.

Lucas: No, no, no, no. Let her be. Let her work this out herself, hmm?

Felicia: It's just that she's been through a lot. You know.

Lucas: I know, but she's going to be through a lot more. It's called life.

Felicia: I know. But I don't think she's very well equipped.

Lucas: Well, she's not going to be equipped if you keep treating her like a China doll. Like a charity case. Jenna has got to know we love her enough to yell at her once in a while. Hmm?

Felicia: Hmm.

Lucas: Hmm.

Grant: Ok, ladies. After you.

Vicky: No, after you.

Grant: You know, I almost wish Ryan wasn't coming. I love all these looks that I keep getting.

Vicky: [Laughs]

Grant: You know, you two look almost enough alike to be sisters.

Vicky: I already have a sister.

Paulina: I have two.

Vicky: Depends on who's counting.

Grant: Waiter. Could I have the wine list, please? Oh, um, Vicky.

Vicky: Mm-hmm.

Grant: When Ryan comes, let me draw him out a little bit, all right?

Paulina: I didn't know Ryan was shy.

Vicky: There he is. Excuse me.

Grant: I wouldn't try and stop her -- would you?

Paulina: Mm, not without a tank.

Vicky: Oh, I thought you were never going to show up.

Ryan: Oh, I had some business in this building. And then I called the office and they said that Grant wanted to meet me here.

Vicky: Yes, he's into double-dating this evening. Do you think he'll order ice cream sodas for the whole table?

Ryan: Every once in a while he gets familial. Don't worry, it'll pass.

Vicky: Please, God.

Vicky: Hey, hey.

Ryan: Uh, can we take care of a little business first?

Grant: Sure. Sure, excuse me just a second.

Ryan: Listen, I had a little chat with one of our better informers. The word on Carl Hutchins is that he's being backed by new people. There's no more of the old guard this time. I need you to get me clearance so that I can search through the commission of anti-crime files.

Grant: I can have that done for you.

Ryan: No. No. I want to do the footwork so that come the time, I get the collar. I really want to get this guy, Grant.

Grant: All right, look. No more shop talk, all right? Let's play. Vicky. How are you at picking great champagne?

Vicky: Only brilliant.

Grant: How about you and I sounding out the maitre d' and seeing what he's got hidden in his private reserve. Ok?

Vicky: Ooh.

Grant: Paulina, you don't mind, do you?

Paulina: Of course not. Vicky has years more experience in those things.

Grant: We'll be right back.

Grant: You're right about Ryan. He's off the deep end about Hutchins.

Vicky: So, what are you going to do.

Grant: I'm thinking. Come here.

Paulina: So, solved any good cases lately? Sorry. That was dumb.

Ryan: Don't tell me. You get nervous around policemen, right?

Paulina: No. Why would I?

Ryan: No reason. Just a lot of people tell me that.

Paulina: Well, I've read in the paper that they never found out who shot Jake McKinnon. But the case was closed.

Ryan: Well, the D.A. closed it. But I haven't.

Paulina: You're still working on it, then.

Ryan: Yeah. Well, it's kind of on the back burner. I've got another case that's tying me up right now.

Paulina: Oh. Oh, that must be the one that Vicky and Grant were talking about. What's his name? Carl, Carl Hutchins.

Ryan: Right. What did they say about him?

Paulina: Oh, well, I wasn't really listening. Actually, it seemed like they were talking more about you than him.

Ryan: Yeah? How so?

Paulina: But they did say how dangerous he is.

Ryan: Well, good. I guess I finally got through to Vicky.

Paulina: Which I guess is why they left the case, huh? It must be nice to have friends in high places -- especially ones who care.

Ada: I know this swell castle. It's --

Rachel: No, no, no. Who would have a wedding in an amusement park?

Ada: Well.

Jamie: I wonder if Mrs. Chase still lives in that old place on Ridge Road.

Rachel: Hey, that's a terrific idea, I forgot all about it.

Ada: In my office, doctor. We'll give her a call.

Jamie: That's what I like. Action.

Marley: I still can't believe I'm planning my wedding.

Rachel: Well, enjoy it. Marley, I don't want to make you feel uncomfortable, but I think you ought to rethink your decision about having Donna there.

Marley: I can’t.

Rachel: My life has taught me a lot about snap decisions.

Marley: And what's that?

Rachel: Well, they do save a lot of time and anxiety. But you spend even more time regretting them.

Marley: Oh, I think I've used up all my regrets on Donna. She's out of my life.

Rachel: She's your mother, Marley.

Marley: Well, with a mother like her, I could use a mother like you.

Felicia: She's probably crying. And her eyes. They're going to be all red and puffy.

Lucas: She's mad. Not sad. And I'll take the rap for that.

Felicia: [Gasps] There's the door. Ok. Matt's going to be here any minute. You got the camera ready?

Lucas: Yes, yes.

Felicia: Ok. Focus. Oh, look at her. Do you have enough light? Good.

Lucas: Great. Wow.

Felicia: You getting it? Oh, honey. You look ravishing. Luke, she has on the dress you gave her.

Lucas: Yes, I know. Jenna, I have never seen you look more beautiful.

Jenna: Lucas, I'm sorry. I thought a lot about the things you said.

Lucas: That's ok.

Jenna: No. No, it's not. You were right. I've been very narrow-minded and selfish.

Lucas: Thanks. I know that's tough to say.

Jenna: Could we sort of make a new start?

Lucas: Sure.

Felicia: I'm so proud of both of you.

Jenna: You really think I look all right?

Felicia: Oh, "all right" doesn't even begin to describe it.

Lucas: You know, when Matt gets a load of you, I mean, he's not going to want to look at another woman, I'll tell you.

Jenna: Woman?

Felicia: Mm-hmm. You know, he's going to be here any minute.

Jenna: [Exhales] Ok.

Ada: Ah, Mrs. Chase has a romantic heart.

Jamie: She loved the idea. She want -- what the hell is he doing here?

Jake: It's good to see you. I wanted to give you my best wishes.

Jamie: Back off, Jake. Marley and I don't want or need your good wishes. Come on, honey.

Ada: Jake, when are you going to get clued in? You are not welcome in Paradise.

Vicky: Oh, I am so glad you got us a break. It's the spring air. Such a turn-on.

Ryan: I didn't take you out here for romance, Vicky.

Vicky: Oh, what a bummer.

Ryan: Just what in the hell do you think you were trying to do in there?

Vicky: You sound like you're about ready to throw me over the balcony again.

Ryan: You talked to my brother, didn't you?

Vicky: I've been trying to get away from him --

Ryan: Don't lie to me on top of everything else. You talked to my brother to try and take me off the Hutchins case.

Vicky: Is that what you two were talking about?

Ryan: Did you do it?

Vicky: Yes. Ryan, do you blame me after the number you pulled me the other morning? Stay away from Carl Hutchins, he's vicious? And then I'm expected to watch you go one on one with him?

Ryan: What I expect from you is that you let me run my life.

Vicky: I want you to have a life.

Ryan: Just do not mess with my career. Grant shouldn't be either. I don't want you talking to him about it.

Vicky: This is war.

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