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Another World Transcript Monday 3/12/07

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Jenna: Matt, hi. You're here.

Matt: Jenna, I am so sorry. I am really sorry.

Jenna: I thought something bad happened.

Matt: Well, sleep happened to me.

Jenna: What?

Matt: I took a nap, the alarm didn't go off, I didn't have my tux with me. It was a disaster. Sorry. Ooh, here, this is for you.

Jenna: Thank you.

Dean: That's nice, man.

Matt: Now -- what can I do to make this up to you?

Jenna: You already have.

John: Taylor!

Taylor: I'm sorry. I guess I made too much noise.

John: What the hell is going on?

Taylor: My shower is broken and I thought maybe I could just sneak in here and use yours.

John: Is that right? Is that what you really wanted, Taylor?

[Knock on door]

Carl: A visitor. What fun.

Jake: Next time you go off a cliff, we should search for a body.

Carl: Next time someone shoots you, they should aim higher. Well, we both seem to have a facility for cheating the gods, don't we?

Jake: What are you doing here, Carl?

Carl: I live here. What are you doing here?

Jake: You stay away from Kathleen.

Carl: Empty cymbals make the most noise.

Jake: You think I'm kidding?

Carl: I think you've got about as many fans in this town as I do.

Jake: You stay away from her.

Carl: Not easy being the recipient of so much scorn, is it?

Jake: I am nothing like you.

Carl: Of course you are. Come on, you want to come in? We could talk about what we could do for one another.

Jake: You can go to hell.

Carl: Before I make the offer you can't refuse?

Kathleen: I don't want to be friends, Cass. And I don't want to marry Joe either. What I do want is for that plane crash never to have happened! I want back everything and everyone that I lost! I want my whole life back! I got to go.

Cass: Wait.

Kathleen: I don't particularly like standing in the middle of a cemetery at night in front of a tombstone with my name on it, so excuse me. What is it with this caveman routine? Would you -- what do you want from me, Cass?

Cass: Do you still love me, Kathleen?

Taylor: I'm sorry, John. Bad idea.

John: Right. Right, Taylor, I think it was a bad idea.

Taylor: The maintenance man is in my room now. Let me just see if he's nearly finished.

Excuse me, sir, how much longer are you going to be?

Man: I'm done, ma'am. Wasn't such a bad leak after all.

Taylor: Well, thank you for coming so quickly.

Man: No sweat. Good night.

Taylor: Night. Looks like I won't be needing your bathroom after all.

John: Look, Taylor, I'm sorry.

Taylor: What are you sorry about?

John: I didn't mean to sound the way I must have sounded just now. It's that when I woke up and saw you in that, I --

Taylor: I should've called you first.

John: Ahem.

Taylor: Let's just forget about it. I'll go take my shower.

John: What happened anyway?

Taylor: I'm not sure, but it's fixed now.

John: Well, I guess I'd better get ready, too. I'll be more human in 10 minutes, I promise.

Sharlene: Boy, Frankie, I tell you, I wish we could've found out more in Philadelphia.

Frankie: This is a very good start, Sharlene.

Sharlene: Yeah, but my notes from my conversation with Dr. Jefferson really don't prove anything.

Frankie: You know that Taylor was brought up before the ethics committee.

Sharlene: Yes, I do, but I don't know why and I don't know what the judgment was.

Frankie: Because they're hiding something, obviously.

Sharlene: Well, Dr. Jefferson wasn't about to say what.

Frankie: Unlike his secretary, who would've flapped her gums all night long, given the chance.

Sharlene: Yeah, why do you think the staff had that nickname for Taylor?

Frankie: The black widow?

Sharlene: Mm-hmm.

Frankie: I don't know. But it kind of gives you the chills, doesn't it?

Sharlene: Mm-hmm.

Frankie: Do you have any ideas?

Sharlene: Do you?

Frankie: Yeah. You said that that patient of hers died in a car crash?

Sharlene: I can't go to John with that. I can't, Frankie. He's going to think that's gossip.

Frankie: You have got to show him your notes, Sharlene, inconclusive or not.

Sharlene: I suppose -- I suppose it's something.

Frankie: It's all we've got for now. And, you know, it may be just enough to make John take a second look all on his own.

Sharlene: Thank you for this.

Frankie: For what?

Sharlene: For dropping everything and coming with me. You're just -- you're great.

Frankie: Things are a lot more settled now. I know Cass loves me.

Sharlene: You always knew that.

Frankie: Yeah. But I was really scared that he still loved Kathleen, too.

Sharlene: Not anymore.

Frankie: He just asked me to marry him again. It would be very hard to doubt how he feels about me after that.

Cass: Are you saying you still love me?

Kathleen: I wouldn't have done what I did three years ago if I didnít.

Cass: But you told me you let go.

Kathleen: What difference does that make now, Cass? Why do we have to go through this every single time we're alone together?

Cass: Are you saying you wish that I were alone, that I had never met Frankie?

Kathleen: Of course that's what I wish, you idiot. It's a moot point now, isn't it?

Cass: Kathleen --

Kathleen: I didn't want to do this. I really -- I just didn't want you to know --

Cass: How you feel?

Kathleen: It just doesn't make a difference.

Cass: Oh, but I think it does.

Kathleen: You've chosen Frankie. And why shouldn't you? She's great.

Cass: And you told me you loved Joe.

Kathleen: And you believed me.

Cass: What are you saying?

Kathleen: Cass, do you honestly think that I could love him the way that I -- this is crazy.

Cass: I would change everything if I had the chance.

Kathleen: What do you mean?

Cass: I'm caught in the middle, Kathleen. My hands are tied!

Kathleen: Are they?

Cass: I love Frankie.

Kathleen: Then that's that. You shouldn't have come here, Cass.

Cass: Kathleen --

Matt: Dean, I really owe you, man.

Dean: Forget it.

Matt: No, I feel terrible about this, I really do.

Jenna: Well, I feel great.

Matt: Why?

Jenna: Well, because I get to spend time with both of you. And it was -- oh, I don't even have a word. I'll never forget it as long as I live.

Matt: Anyone thirsty?

Dean: Dying.

Matt: Jenna?

Jenna: Sure.

Matt: Ok, I'll go get some sodas for us.

Dean: Take your time, pal, take your time. So, I guess you feel a little better now, do you?

Jenna: I've felt better ever since you showed up and pretended to be my date.

Dean: Well, you got to admit I'm a sorry substitute for prince charming, the bearer of floral arrangements. Does it smell good? Let me smell it. Mmm. Yeah.

Jenna: You know, I've never had a friend come through for me the way you did tonight, Dean.

Dean: Well, "never" is a very long time, Jenna.

Jenna: Well, I mean it.

Dean: Just forget about it. Forget about it. It's nothing.

Jenna: No, no, I won't. I'll probably never forget about what you did tonight. Besides, I know how much you hate these things, so I consider what you did a huge sacrifice.

Dean: Well, it was a good cause.

Jenna: Thank you.

Dean: No problem.

Matt: Ok, here we are.

Dean: Thank you, Matt.

Matt: Here you go. Oops.

You thirsty there, guy?

Dean: Listen, I'm going to head on home.

Matt: You sure?

Dean: Yeah, yeah, I'm sure.

Jenna: I'll talk to you tomorrow?

Dean: That's great, whatever.

Matt: Yeah, hey, me, too. I want to introduce you to this bass guitar player on campus.

Dean: Great, great, great. Well, just have fun,

Matt: Sure. Hey, you want to dance?

Jenna: I meant what I said, Dean.

Dean: All right.

Matt: Dance?

Jenna: Yeah.

Matt: Great.

[Phone rings]

John: Hello?

Sharlene: Hi, love.

John: Sharlene. Where are you?

Sharlene: In an airplane, believe it or not. I just thought if I didn't call you now, I wouldn't reach you to wish you good luck before your talk.

John: Is Frankie with you?

Sharlene: Yeah, she's right here.

Frankie: Hi, John!

Sharlene: She says hi.

John: I hear listen, I called home. Everything's fine with Gregory.

Sharlene: Good, good. How are you feeling?

John: A little nervous, but better now that you called.

Sharlene: That was the plan.

John: How was Philadelphia? Did you have a good time?

Sharlene: Yeah, it was, uh, fine, fine.

John: Did something happen?

Sharlene: I have some things I want to talk to you about when you get back.

John: Sure.

Sharlene: But for now, I just wanted to hear your sweet voice and wish you good luck on your presentation. You break a leg. Is that the appropriate thing to say to a doctor who just had his leg worked on?

John: Yes, yes, that's fine. I miss you.

Sharlene: I miss you, too. So when do you talk?

John: Actually, we leave in about a half an hour.

Sharlene: You and Taylor?

John: Right. You knew she was presenting, too, didn't you?

Sharlene: And she's at your hotel?

John: She has a room next to mine.

Sharlene: Well, tell her that I said hi.

John: You sound as if something's wrong.

Sharlene: John, I was just thinking -- how Taylor had backed out of the conference until she found out that you were going to go.

John: What?

Sharlene: Just be careful and know that I love you very much.

Frankie: Tell him, Sharlene. Tell him right now.

Sharlene: I -- I'm thinking of you, darling. I'm thinking of you and I love you. Good night. I'm going to get -- I'm going to get her, Frankie. I'm going to get her before she gets to him, I swear it.

[Knock on door]

Taylor: How about a good luck toast?

Carl: Undoubtedly, your taste runs to beer, but, hopefully, you'll appreciate this.

Jake: I don't drink, Carl.

Carl: Yes, you do. But I understand. You want all your wits about you.

Jake: You know, you've done very well for yourself... for an ex-con.

Carl: Yes. An ex-con that was falsely imprisoned.

Jake: Right.

Carl: But that's another story. Shall we talk about what I can do for you?

Jake: You can get out of town. You could stay away from my cousin.

Carl: I've always been very fond of this town. There's a dreary sameness to the days that I find reassuring.

Jake: What is your story, Carl?

Carl: This place must seem like a palace to you, given your present address.

Jake: How is it that you know my present address?

Carl: I know everything, Jake. When are you going to believe me?

Jake: Why it happens to me?

Carl: Care? Care? You ass. I don't care at all. No, that's not the right word, Jake. Vaguely interested, maybe. Not "care." Now, you've run up considerable debts in hospital, and that, coupled with your pretentious lifestyle --

Jake: What is this all about?

Carl: Money, Jake. Money. I have it. And maybe I'll be willing to let bygones be bygones.

Jake: You know what you can do with your filthy money?

Carl: Yes, I think I do. I need to build up a staff, you need to feed yourself. That's pretty fair trade. And I think particularly generous, given our history.

Jake: Stay away from me. You stay away from my family.

Carl: Jake, if there were a prize for the most stupid person in Bay City, you would've won it long ago.

Jake: What is it you want from me, Carl?

Cass: Take it easy, man. Put your little friend away, ok?

Keith: You ok with this, Kathleen?

Kathleen: It's fine. I'll revive him and send him on his way. Get in here before you pass out.

Cass: Why don't you just shut up and let me catch my breath.

Kathleen: Why did you run?

Cass: Because if I came up to the door and knocked, you wouldn't have let me in.

Kathleen: Sit down and put your head between your legs.

Cass: I just prefer leaning for a second, if you don't mind.

Kathleen: I guess three years can age the best of them.

Cass: I haven't aged a day. I couldn't just let you leave like that.

Kathleen: I don't want to discuss what we just discussed ever again.

Cass: That's very mature.

Kathleen: Don't you start with me. I'm doing what I have to do to take care of myself, do you understand that?

Cass: The subject is not closed, and you know it.

Kathleen: It will be.

Cass: Oh, really? How?

Kathleen: When I get married.

Cass: To whom?

Kathleen: To Joe.

Cass: What?!

Kathleen: I've been thinking about marrying him for a long time, Cass, so just shut up.

Cass: You just told me at the cemetery that you don't love him!

Kathleen: Don't you start twisting my words now. I never said that.

Cass: You told me that you could never really love anybody the same as you love me.

Kathleen: Why are you doing this? Why are you here? Why can't you just leave this alone?

Cass: I knew you were stubborn, but spiteful? Is this my payback for telling you that I'm going to marry Frankie?

Kathleen: Oh, if you love Frankie -- which I assume that you do since you manage to tell me at least three times a day -- it wouldn't matter if I married Dan Quayle, now, would it?

Cass: Well, that might be pushing it just a bit.

Kathleen: This is insanity.

Cass: Yes, it is. Total insanity. You told me you don't love Joe.

Kathleen: Don't you tell me what I feel. I hate that!

Cass: You told me!

Kathleen: You're just hearing what you want to hear.

Cass: That's not true.

Kathleen: Cass, go. Just go home. Go back to Frankie. You love her. She loves you. Get on with it!

Cass: Wouldn't it be wonderful if it were all that simple?

Kathleen: We never stood a chance anyway, Cass.

Cass: Oh, yes, we did.

Kathleen: Well, if we did, we lost it the day my plane went down. Right or wrong, we lost it that day, and nothing that we say or do or feel will ever change that.

Cass: I care what happens to you.

Kathleen: Thanks for that. Please go. I can't do this again.

[Knock on door]

John: Come on in, Taylor.

Taylor: I know I'm a little early.

John: It's all right. I was just going over my notes once more.

Taylor: You're going to be wonderful.

John: I hope you understand why I took a rain check on the champagne.

Taylor: I mean, I'm sorry, I didn't realize, I mean, you have to make a speech --

John: Actually, I was more concerned about why you had asked me into your room.

Taylor: John --

John: When you were in here before, I'd just gotten off the phone with Sharlene.

Taylor: How is she?

John: She's fine.

Taylor: If she needs me, you know, we can leave right --

John: Taylor, Sharlene is just fine. I don't know how to say this.

Taylor: You can say anything to me, you know that.

John: I think we've become too close.

Taylor: Us?

John: Yes.

Taylor: Uh, I'm not sure that I'm following you.

John: We're -- it's just that it's become too familiar between us, and I think that we should be careful.

Taylor: Please, John, what exactly are you saying?

John: Taylor, there is no reason in the world why we should have adjoining rooms. It just doesn't look right. And more than that, it doesn't feel right.

Taylor: Are you saying you have feelings for me?

John: No, no, I'm not saying that at all.

Taylor: But that's what Sharlene said when she spoke to you on the phone?

John: Will you just listen? This isn't easy, you know. I like you. I care very much about our friendship. And I am eternally grateful for your helping Sharlene through her illness, but this just has to stop.

Taylor: Wait a minute. Do you think I'm interested in you?

John: Taylor, we both know what was starting to happen between us when Sharlene was away, but I never gave up on her. I'm sorry, I don't want to hurt you.

Taylor: You -- you think I've fallen in love with you.

John: Have you?

Taylor: Get serious, John.

Frankie: Cass? Dean? Is anybody home?

Sharlene: The place looks empty, Frankie.

Frankie: Yeah, I guess they're out getting themselves something to eat. I swear, I don't know how those two fed themselves before they met me.

Sharlene: I wonder if John's with Taylor right now.

Frankie: Boy, you're really worried, aren't you?

Sharlene: What does she want, Frankie?

Frankie: She's obviously breaking out the big guns.

Sharlene: Yeah, it sure seems that way, doesn't it?

Frankie: But you don't have to worry about John at least.

Sharlene: How do you mean?

Frankie: I mean that Taylor can manipulate herself into your lives until she's blue in the face. John's not going to buy a word of it.

Sharlene: They have a very close relationship, Frankie.

Frankie: Wait one minute, Sharlene.

Sharlene: They're very good friends, they respect each others' work.

Frankie: Well, who cares?

Sharlene: Frankie I mean it, I'm scared. I'm really starting to believe that Taylor is out to get me.

Frankie: But we're not going to let that happen, so stop worrying.

Sharlene: She's worked very hard to make me think that I'm not well, and I almost believed her myself.

Frankie: But you didnít.

Sharlene: Look, you know, Frankie, I know Sharlyís not coming back. I know it because I've been there before and I know what it feels like to lose control.

Frankie: Exactly.

Sharlene: But, honey, John doesn't know.

Frankie: John loves you. He trusts you.

Sharlene: And I've hurt him terribly.

Frankie: That's ancient history, Sharlene.

Sharlene: And she will use that history against me. Taylor can make John think I'm delusional. What's she saying to him right now?

Frankie: Do you honestly believe that John is going to believe Taylor before he believes you?

Sharlene: I think that Taylor has the ability to get to him on a level that I can't compete with, yes.

Frankie: And what level is that?

Sharlene: She's a doctor, my doctor. John thinks she's completely professional. What if she gets through to him before I have a chance to prove what's happening? What do I do then?

[Music stops]

Frankie: Taylor is not going to come between you and John.

Sharlene: How can you be so sure?

Frankie: Because I know John loves you.

Sharlene: Oh, I know John loves me, too, Frankie. But what if he thinks I'm sick again? He'll agree with Taylor, and Taylor's answer to everything is just have me committed.

Frankie: I will not allow that.

Sharlene: Oh, really?

Frankie: Yes, really! Sharlene --

Sharlene: I don't know what I'd do if I didn't have you to believe in me. I -- I don't know.

Frankie: Look, Sharlene, I don't want you getting angry at John for not seeing through Taylor sooner.

Sharlene: I'm not.

Frankie: I mean it. I am more cynical than most. I'm a P.I. That makes me naturally suspicious, and I don't have an emotional attachment to Taylor Benson. She did not help me get through an emotional crisis.

Sharlene: I know.

Frankie: So when John finally sees the light about this, he's going to feel very badly, and I don't want you blaming him for that. This is a very important point I'm making here, so please listen to me.

Sharlene: I am.

Frankie: Ok. I don't want you blaming John for something that is beyond his control.

Sharlene: You blamed Cass for having feelings for Kathleen when she came back?

Frankie: Yes, I did, and it was a wrong move. It was a major wrong move.

Sharlene: And now everything's worked out?

Frankie: Yeah, well, that's only because I chanced it until my throat was sore.

Sharlene: I love you.

Frankie: It's going to be ok.

Sharlene: I want to get home, pick up my son, get him in his own bed.

Frankie: Yes, give him a kiss for me.

Cass: Hey, the jet-setters have returned.

Frankie: Hey, you.

Cass: Hi.

Frankie: Hi. I missed you.

Cass: I missed you, too.

Frankie: Hey, have you eaten?

Sharlene: She gets that eating obsession from me.

Cass: I know she does. No, I havenít.

Frankie: Well, where have you been all this time?

Cass: With Kathleen.

Taylor: This is very funny. I'm sorry, John. I'm actually -- I'm very flattered.

John: It's not all that funny, Taylor, for crying out loud.

Taylor: It's just that, well, you know, I guess if I were you, I would think that I was interested. The truth is I think you're brilliant. I think you have the potential to make outstanding contributions in your field, and I think you are going to be very famous, Dr. Hudson.

John: You want to know a secret?

Taylor: Please.

John: I don't want to be famous.

Taylor: Well, of course you do.

John: No, I donít. I want to work at the hospital for a few years, get as much clinical experience as I can, and then open up a private practice, maybe out of my home.

Taylor: I see.

John: Come on, Taylor, all of this stuff, this going to conferences and giving speeches, it's fun, but it's very ego-stroking, but basically, it bores the hell out of me.

Taylor: How could --

John: Look, what I want -- I want to be close to home. I like the farm. I want to serve those people who are my neighbors. I want to be around when Gregory comes home from school. I want to be there for Sharlene. That's how I want to live my life. I can't imagine anything better than having a little practice at home, close to Sharlene and to Gregory, and having a group of patients who know me, trust me.

Taylor: What a sweet picture.

John: It may sound a little too idyllic, but it's certainly worth shooting for. Oh, I guess I'd better get going. Dr. Lang is going to think that I stood up the conference.

Taylor: You go on.

John: What do you mean, "go on"? Didn't you want to get a front seat?

Taylor: I'll be right behind you. I'd just like to stay here, freshen up. John? I am sorry if I did anything --

John: No, just -- Taylor, come on, just forget it. It was my ego talking, that's all.

Taylor: All right, well, I'll be down in a minute. Good luck.

John: Thank you. Gosh, I hope I don't break out into a flop sweat. I mean, after all, I am only an old country doctor at heart.

Taylor: No!

Jenna: So, was Felicia real mad?

Matt: When I finally woke up and realized what time it was, I called her apartment looking for you.

Jenna: She bite your head off?

Matt: She made sure I knew I screwed up.

Jenna: Well, I knew you wouldn't just not come.

Matt: I'm glad.

Jenna: I did get scared, though. I was afraid maybe something had happened to you.

Matt: Oh, I'm sorry. You know, I was really looking forward to coming tonight.

Jenna: Oh, come on.

Matt: I was. That's why I took a nap -- so I could dance and mingle all night long.

Jenna: Well, we haven't mingled at all.

Matt: I know.

Jenna: Do you mind?

Matt: Not at all.

Jenna: Me either. I don't really have any real close friends here, anyway.

Matt: Well, it's hard to be the new girl.

Jenna: When I was at my boarding school, when a new girl would come, I'd go out of my way to be friends with her.

Matt: I'm not surprised by that.

Jenna: It's different here, though. People just kind of stand around, waiting for you to fall on your face.

Matt: Hmm. Well, I have seen a lot of guys looking at you tonight.

Jenna: In shock, probably.

Matt: Hey, why do you say that?

Jenna: I don't think they thought I was going to come.

Matt: No?

Jenna: Let alone with someone like --

Matt: What, like me?

Jenna: Yeah.

Matt: Actually, I was surprised that you asked me to take you.

Jenna: Why?

Matt: Well, I can't believe out of all the guys that are here that are doing nothing, one of them didn't ask you to the dance.

Jenna: Well --

Matt: I mean, I would've loved to have you as a girlfriend in high school.

Jenna: Instead of now?

Matt: No, no, no. I didn't mean that. What I meant was that I would be very lucky to have known someone as nice and as beautiful as you.

Girl: A bunch of us are going to the diner. Want to come?

Matt: I think we still have one more dance together, don't we? Unless you're hungry.

Jenna: No.

Girl: Nice to meet you, Matt.

Matt: Same here.

Jenna: Bye, Natalie.

Natalie: Tony and Maria come to Bay City.

Matt: I think we're the only ones left on the dance floor.

Jenna: There's no more music.

Matt: There will be.

[Keyboard plays]

Frankie: I'm, uh, going to make a pot of tea, ok?

Sharlene: Oh, look, I know you're going to handpick every tea leaf, but I really want to get home to Gregory. I got to pick him up.

Cass: Can't you stay a couple minutes?

Sharlene: No, I really canít.

Cass: Oh.

Frankie: Ok, I'll see you later.

Sharlene: Bye. Thank you.

Frankie: Sure.

Sharlene: May I ask you something, Cass?

Cass: Yeah, of course.

Sharlene: Is it over now?

Cass: Is what over?

Sharlene: I know you told Frankie that you want to marry her again.

Cass: I do.

Sharlene: Can you really do that without wondering about Kathleen? Let me tell you something, Cass -- if -- if you have any doubts, if there are any "what if" questions about Kathleen and you together, don't do this to Frankie.

Cass: You have to know what she means to me.

Sharlene: And you would never hurt her.

Cass: Never.

Sharlene: Then be sure, Cass. Be absolutely sure before -- before you commit yourself to Frankie. I just don't know if her heart could take it if you changed your mind.

Cass: Why would I change my mind? My marriage to Kathleen ended when that plane went down. Kathleen said so much tonight herself. Sharlene, I didn't ask Kathleen to take me back.

Sharlene: I'm sure you didn't ask.

Cass: What are you implying?

Sharlene: Nothing. Don't you know that you are all I could ever hope for for Frankie? She's crazy about you. You make her believe in herself.

Cass: She has every reason to believe in herself. She is totally wonderful.

Sharlene: And in love and vulnerable and very insecure, and you have been through hell since Kathleen came back. So, Cass, just be sure of yourself before you reel Frankie back into your life.

Cass: I know what I want.

Sharlene: Good, good. Make sure Frankie knows what decision you've come to, whatever it is.

Cass: I will. Thanks.

Sharlene: You tell her I'll call her in the morning, ok?

Cass: Ok.

Frankie: Um, the tea should be ready in a minute.

Cass: Is the water on?

Frankie: No, it's steeping already. Why?

Cass: Because I don't want any tea. I want you.

Kathleen: Stop this. Joe? Keith. Well, Joe had better get here. I'm going to burn the whole house down with all these candles. Has something happened?

Keith: Kathleen, no one in headquarters has heard from him.

Kathleen: What?

Keith: No one knows where Joe is.

Kathleen: But he always checks in, everybody always knows where -- you think something's wrong, don't you?

Keith: Yes, I do.

Kathleen: Do you think Carl got to him?

Carl: Well, you can see how my business ventures require the utmost discretion.

Jake: Because most of them are illegal.

Carl: You're going to get that prize again, Jake. Look, for the past hour I've been outlining for you the legitimacy of my work.

Jake: Yeah. And I don't want to have anything to do with it.

Carl: Think, Jake. Think carefully. I need someone who understands. Someone who's not going to ask too many questions, who's a bit stupid. Someone who knows how to keep his mouth shut, for a price, and I think that someone is you.

Jake: You thought wrong.

Carl: Really? Tell me about it, Jake.

Taylor: Hello.

 Maid: You called for housekeeping, miss?

Taylor: Yes, please.

Maid: Oh, my. What happened here?

Taylor: There was an accident.

Maid: You call this an accident? This is a disaster.

Taylor: Everything's all right now. Would you please put this room back the way it should be? And, uh, don't tell anyone what you've seen. As far as you're concerned, nothing ever happened.

Jake: I need money and I need a job, but if you think I'd come crawling to you, you are crazy.

Carl: No one has asked you to crawl. No one would expect you to crawl. But let it be said, desperate men do desperate things.

Jake: I would never be desperate enough to work for you, Carl.

Carl: This ethical you is most refreshing, Jake, but it's rubbish. It's just a load of old rubbish. I know exactly what you've been up to.

Jake: You don't know anything about me.

Carl: Donna, Marley, Macís little mistake? What's her name, Paulina?

Jake: Drop dead. And stay that way.

You remember what I said, Carl. You stay away from Kathleen.

Carl: Jake? You haven't hit the bottom yet.

Jake: Not by a long shot.

Carl: Remember me when you do. Perhaps the offer will stand, perhaps not.

He'll be back.

Cass: Let's go upstairs.

Frankie: Cass? Do you want to tell me what you and Kathleen talked about?

Cass: Sure. I told her that I love you. I told her that you and I have a lifetime to live out.

Frankie: Cass --

Cass: Frankie? I need you.

Kathleen: I'm not going to calm down, Tom. Joe is gone! Something has happened to him! Yes, I am sure, and you are, too! Tom, you -- you have to find him. He's all I've got.

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