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Another World Transcript Wednesday 3/14/07
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Proofread By Ebele
Vicky: Oh, I love -- I love this one. Look at Steven.
Donna: It's adorable.
Vicky: Isn't it? Look at the expression on his face when he's looking at Jamie. Would you cut it out?
Vicky: All you think about is Dad and Stacey.
Donna: I want to know how deeply she's got her claws into him.
Vicky: Well, ask somebody else.
Donna: Why? You hate the idea of them being together.
Vicky: I promised Ryan that I would not get involved in this.
Donna: Well, you've chosen a fine time to start promising things to him.
Vicky: I will not have this discussion. Thank you very much for the cookie monster. Steven will love it.
Donna: I wonder what she'll want you to call her -- auntie Stacey or Mommy.
Vicky: What do you want to know?
Kathleen: What are you doing here?
Cass: I happened to call Ryan right after he got off the phone with you.
Kathleen: What did he tell you?
Cass: That something had happened and you were very upset.
Kathleen: Well, I guess you'll find out anyway.
Cass: I always do.
Kathleen: Joe went out yesterday and I haven't seen him since.
Cass: Oh, my god, he's disappeared?
Kathleen: I'm afraid Carl's had him killed.
John: Is this Alice Benson?
Woman: Uh, yes, who's this?
John: Good, I've been trying to reach you all day. My name is John Hudson. I'm a doctor. I'm calling from bay city.
John: I was wondering if I could ask you a few questions.
Alice: About what?
John: It has to do with your former sister-in-law, Taylor Benson.
Alice: I'm sorry, absolutely not. Never.
Sharlene: I'm coming, honey. Mommy's coming. Don't worry, I'm --
Taylor: Hello, Sharlene.
Donna: I can't for the life of me see what he sees in Stacy Winthrop.
Vicky: Maybe she's good in the sack.
Donna: Victoria! She's not better than I am.
Vicky: That's not what it is, anyway.
Donna: Oh, you know all about it? You have it figured out?
Vicky: Well, dad's an idealist. Maybe he thinks Stacy is Bay City's answer to Joan of Arc.
Donna: Meaning that she's nothing like me.
Vicky: Oh, come on, mom, admit it. Maybe a change of pace would be good for him, huh?
Donna: So, in order for me to get your father back, I have to play this stupid game and pretend like I'm Stacey Winthrop?
Donna: Or do I continue to be the woman that he has been loyally in love with since he was 17 years old?
Vicky: [As Cookie Monster ] There is a third option.
Vicky: [Normal voice] Give it a rest.
Donna: Never! I'll never give this situation a rest.
Vicky: You have other problems. Carl's in town. Marley is still treating you like I'm your only twin daughter.
Donna: Sunshine, sunshine, everywhere I turn.
Vicky: You just have other things to deal with.
Donna: Meaning what?
Vicky: Meaning, give dad some breathing room. Give him some space.
Donna: All right, maybe I will.
Vicky: Very good.
Donna: After today.
Vicky: What? Mother!
Donna: I put a call in to your father's office and I spoke to his secretary and I said that I wanted to see him today.
Vicky: You really are a glutton for punishment.
Donna: Victoria, give me some credit. I've known your father all these years, and I know him better than he knows himself.
Vicky: He's not coming over here.
Donna: You see? You don't know everything.
Vicky: Oh, really?
Donna: He just called and he's on his way.
Michael: I had to tell the board to charge you rent.
John: I understand that when my residency is over I'll get my own office.
Michael: Welcome back, bro. How you doing?
John: Thanks. What are you doing here?
Michael: Well, I had a budget meeting and then I thought I'd just stick my head in and see how you were doing.
John: Oh, you mean aside from being swamped by all this work?
Michael: Ah, well, I don't want to interrupt that.
John: No, no, please, please do. Have a cup of coffee.
Michael: Uh, actually, I canít. I can only stay a minute.
John: You busy?
Michael: Kind of. Actually, I'm on my way to s Donna.
Michael: Yeah, it seems that she has a few things at the apartment that I need to pick up.
John: Oh. I thought that we'd moved everything.
Michael: Uh, we did, actually. Donna's cooked this up, I'm sure, to give herself another chance to try to convince me how wrong I am.
John: You don't have to go over there, you know.
Michael: I know, I know.
John: Have the stuff sent.
Michael: I thought of that, but then I thought maybe -- maybe it will take one more go-around to convince her that I'm really serious about this, that it's over.
John: I'm sorry, mike.
Michael: It's ok. Tell you what, why don't we talk about something happy. I mean, why don't you tell how Gregoryís doing. How's his jump shot?
John: His jump shot is really good. I mean, it's perfected, but his lay-up needs a little work.
Michael: Ah, well, just be patient.
Michael: You look really happy.
John: In my wildest imagination, I never thought I would be this happy.
Michael: That's great.
John: Sharlene and I are closer than ever.
Michael: Well, you and Sharlene deserve that.
John: Yeah, we do.
Michael: Something wrong?
John: How well do you know Taylor Benson?
Michael: Not well at all, really.
John: You've spoken with her, though.
Michael: Oh, sure, yeah, a couple of times.
John: Has she ever said anything to you, ever mentioned anything about Sharlene and me?
Michael: No, not that I can remember. Well, wait a minute now. There was one time when Sharlene was out of town, she said something.
John: What was it?
Michael: Uh, she said that it was time for you to let go of Sharlene and get on with your own life.
John: I see.
Michael: I think she had no idea how well you and Sharlene would patch things up.
John: No, no, I guess not.
Michael: Well, why do you ask?
John: Oh, it's not important.
Michael: I'll bet. Oh, uh, clock says I got to go, pal.
John: Listen, thanks for dropping by.
Michael: It was my pleasure. Look, if it's all right with you, maybe I'll give a call and stop by and see Gregory one of these days.
John: Of course, it's all right with me. Please do. You don't need an invitation, you know that.
Michael: Thanks. Thanks.
John: Good luck today.
John: Ms. Benson, this is Dr. Hudson calling again. Please don't hang up.
Alice: I have nothing to say to you.
John: At least let me tell you why I'm calling.
Alice: How did you get my phone number?
John: I am a colleague of Taylorís at Bay City General.
Alice: Taylor's in Bay City?
John: She came on staff about a year ago.
Alice: I thought she was still in Philadelphia.
John: I take it you two are not close.
Alice: No. Haven't been for some time.
John: There are some things about Taylor that concern me.
Alice: Well, I suggest that you call the hospital in Philadelphia.
John: They are bound by rules of confidentiality. Please, Ms. Benson, this is very important.
Alice: All right, Dr. Hudson. Just -- just what are these concerns of yours?
John: I have reason to question the handling of one of Taylorís cases.
Alice: Oh, no. I understand.
John: Ms. Benson, Taylor was treating my wife.
Alice: Oh, I see. I see why you're so concerned.
John: Would it be possible for you to meet me at Bay City General today?
Alice: I'm afraid that's out of the question.
John: I realize this is very short notice.
Alice: No, it's not. It's just that I refuse to set foot in any hospital where that woman is working.
John: Do you know where the hospital is located?
Alice: Yes, of course, just off the interstate.
John: Well, there's a park directly across from the entrance to the hospital. Can you meet me there?
John: Can you make it in an hour?
Alice: All right, I'll make it. I guess you deserve to know.
John: Deserve to know what? Ms. Benson?
Alice: I'll be there.
Sharlene: Give me my son.
Taylor: He is the spitting image of John.
Sharlene: How long have you been here?
Taylor: Just a few minutes. I knocked but nobody heard me.
Sharlene: What are you doing here?
Taylor: I had a break between patients. I thought I'd come by, see how you're doing.
Sharlene: Oh. I didn't hear your car. It's not in the drive.
Taylor: I left it down the lane.
Taylor: Oh, such a beautiful day, I thought I'd take a walk.
Sharlene: I see.
Taylor: It's my favorite time of year. Everything's starting over new.
Sharlene: Taylor, you should have called.
Taylor: If you're busy, I'd be happy to keep an eye on Gregory for you.
Sharlene: No, no. I want you to leave.
Taylor: Sharlene, what's wrong? You seem agitated.
Sharlene: Please go.
Taylor: Something happen between now and the last session?
Sharlene: Uh, yes, but I'm not going to discuss it with you.
Taylor: If you're busy, well, we'll -- if it's a bad time we'll make another appointment.
Sharlene: No, I won't be having any more sessions with you.
Taylor: Sharlene, we agreed.
Sharlene: Taylor, I know what you're up to.
Kathleen: What really worries me is that when he came home yesterday he said he thought he might have been followed. Then we had a fight, and it was personal. He said he might leave so I'd never have to see him again.
Ryan: Would Joe do something like that?
Cass: I can't believe he'd stay away of his own volition, not without making other arrangements for Kathleen.
Kathleen: What about the feds? I mean, they always work in strange and mysterious ways.
Ryan: I talked to Washington. Joe hasn't been reassigned and he hasn't called them up requesting a transfer.
Kathleen: Well, then where is he?
Ryan: Are any of his things missing?
Kathleen: I don't know, maybe a few things.
Ryan: You mean you don't know?
Kathleen: We moved around a lot, Ryan, ok, and we moved around in a hurry. I just have this awful feeling.
Cass: Joe knows how to handle himself.
Ryan: We'll find him.
Cass: Might be a good time to have a little chat with Carl.
Ryan: Listen, Kathleen, until this whole thing with Joe is straightened out, I'm going to have an extra guard assigned to your case at all times.
Kathleen: Thank you.
Ryan: Just let me know if anything else comes up.
Kathleen: Will you let me know, please?
Cass: Keep us posted.
Ryan: I'll give you a call as soon as I know more.
Kathleen: He was so upset and he was so hurt. I just hope he didn't do anything careless.
Cass: Kathleen, I shouldn't have found out about this from Ryan.
Kathleen: Well, people have a tendency to lose touch once they've signed divorce papers.
Cass: Carrying it a little far, don't you think?
Kathleen: Cass, we agreed. We have to keep our distance. At least I do.
Cass: I still care about you.
Kathleen: Thank you, I'm flattered. Now please go.
Cass: Not yet.
Kathleen: Cass, there's no reason for you to stay here. Ryan will make sure that I'm protected.
Cass: That fight that you had with Joe, it was because of me, wasn't it?
Michael: Oh, my gosh, our wine collection.
Donna: Yes. We invested more in Bordeaux futures than we did our own.
Michael: I tell you what, you keep it.
Donna: Michael, we built this collection together.
Michael: I know, but I don't want it. I mean, I'd just have to have it stored and --
Donna: Remember this one? I gave it to you for your 18th birthday.
Michael: Yeah, I remember. You stole that from your old man's wine cellar.
Donna: Even then I had an eye for quality.
Michael: Keep it, please. Just keep all of it.
Donna: But it wouldn't be right. It needs to be divided. Now you pick first.
Michael: Donna, really, I -- perfect idea. I know what, we can spin a bottle and we can decide who picks first that way.
Michael: No, that bottle is worth a fortune.
Donna: Well, what do I care? I'm not going to be drinking it with you.
Sharlene: I know you're interested in John.
Taylor: That's your big revelation?
Sharlene: Don't deny it.
Taylor: I wonít. It's absolutely true.
Sharlene: You admit it?
Taylor: John is a talented co-worker, a very valued friend.
Sharlene: That's not what I meant, Taylor.
Taylor: What else could you mean?
Sharlene: You're interested in John romantically.
Taylor: This has to do with our trip to the medical conference.
Sharlene: It's quite a coincidence you wound up in the room right next to his.
Taylor: He told you I came to his room wearing a robe?
Sharlene: He told me all about it.
Taylor: Sharlene, I would never do anything to jeopardize our friendship. Please believe me.
Sharlene: Taylor, go. I'm asking you, please go.
Taylor: All right. All right, there was a time when John and I were getting close, it was during those months when you were gone.
Sharlene: What was that time like?
Taylor: We had dinner together. He stayed over at my house once, maybe twice, but it was absolutely nothing.
Sharlene: He stayed over at your house?
Taylor: Stay calm, Sharlene.
Sharlene: Oh, Taylor, you're really something.
Taylor: You abandoned him.
Sharlene: What you're saying never happened.
Taylor: Ask him. In fact, it was John's idea.
Sharlene: I want you to leave, Taylor, right now.
Taylor: I'm not leaving till this is settled.
Sharlene: This is my house. If you don't get out, then I'm going to have to throw you out.
Taylor: I am not leaving you alone while you're like this, not with a child.
Sharlene: While I'm like this? What does that mean?
Taylor: I have proof. Sharly's back.
Vicky: Hey. For you, for the flowers and the drink.
Carl: What's this? What's -- well, well, well, Victoria. You know, I wondered when you and I would bump into one another.
Vicky: Really? I was hoping you were dead.
Carl: You can come up with a better riposte than that. Well, I see you received my gift.
Vicky: I have a message for you.
Carl: From whom?
Carl: Then you have my undivided attention.
Vicky: Stay away from my mother.
Carl: Ah, Victoria, spirited as ever.
Vicky: I mean it, Hutchins.
Carl: I should think Donna would revel in the attention. I mean, she's not getting much from her husband. Attention, that is.
Vicky: Let's cut to the chase.
Carl: Yes. Yes, you always lacked your sister's subtlety.
Vicky: If you're here to get at Kathleen, why don't you just pop her, get it over with?
Carl: I have no vendetta against any of the McKinnons.
Vicky: Then why are you here?
Carl: I like it here.
Vicky: [Laughs] Oh, let me clue you in, Carl. When people found out that you were dead, does the phrase "dancing in the streets" mean anything to you?
Carl: It's a song title, isn't it? Victoria, I have nothing but fond memories of bay city. The flowers were a peace offering, a gesture of friendship on my part.
Vicky: Really? And I'm going on tour with Madonna and Cher.
Carl: Would you like to? Why must you think that all of my actions have some ulterior motive?
Vicky: Because you're you. Now, come here, and why don't you tell Vicky what you're up to. And cut the bull.
Alice: Dr. Hudson?
John: Ms. Benson? Thank you. Thank you very much for coming.
Alice: I'm just not sure how I can help you.
John: You seem rather reluctant to talk about Taylor.
Alice: Well, Taylor is a part of my life that ended, and I'd just as soon leave it that way.
John: Your memories aren't good ones, I take it.
Alice: No. You know, I tried to reconcile myself to what happened but couldn't do it, so now I'm just trying to forget about it.
John: Mind telling me what did happen?
Alice: Why do you need to know?
John: I'm concerned about the welfare of one of Taylorís patients.
Alice: Of course, your wife.
Alice: Well, that's why I'm here.
John: Please. I've known Taylor for almost a year now, and during the course of that time I've come to regard her as a friend as well as a colleague.
Alice: She can be a very charming person.
John: Not long ago, she helped my wife through a very difficult period.
Alice: she can be an excellent therapist when she wants to be.
John: Well, during the course of that therapy, certain contradictions arose.
Alice: What did she do?
John: I'm not at liberty to make any accusations, at least not until I get some answers.
Alice: I hope you get them.
John: Ms. Benson, will you help me?
Alice: I can tell you one thing.
John: What's that?
Alice: Taylor Benson is not the woman that she appears to be.
Sharlene: Sharly is not back.
Taylor: I have proof.
Sharlene: What are you talking about, Taylor?
Taylor: A witness. Someone who saw Sharly and was talking with her.
Sharlene: Oh, yeah, who?
Taylor: Are you sure you want to talk about this right now?
Taylor: Sharly made her way down to her old stomping grounds the other day.
Sharlene: The docks?
Taylor: Mm-hmm. She had a nice, long chat with another working girl.
Sharlene: Oh, who was that?
Taylor: A hooker named Judy, someone I interview for my research project.
Sharlene: Judy? But Judyís the one who sent me down to that warehouse.
Taylor: People like Judy are pretty unreliable.
Sharlene: And then you showed up.
Taylor: Luckily for you and Gregory.
Sharlene: It was you, Taylor. You're the one who locked me in that warehouse.
Alice: I met Taylor about four years ago, just after she started dating my brother.
John: And what did you think of her?
Alice: I liked her. I thought she was thoughtful. I thought she was sweet. She was absolutely crazy about Jerry. And when they first started getting serious, she even talked about giving up her work to settle down, to raise a family.
John: How well did you get to know Taylor?
Alice: Very well. I mean, I had always been very close to my brother, so when they started dating, the three of us spent a lot of time together.
John: But that changed?
Alice: Ooh. Once they got married, I saw less and less of them.
John: Because they were newlyweds?
Alice: Well, that's what I chalked it up to, and then they did not attend my birthday party, and, well, my brother never, ever missed my birthday.
John: Hmm. You ever found out why he missed that one?
Alice: I called the house and Taylor answered the phone, and it was as though I was speaking to a stranger.
John: How so?
Alice: She was completely different. She was curt, almost nasty. She made it clear to me in no uncertain terms that Jerry was her husband and that she had no intention of sharing him with anybody.
John: So she became different? I mean, abruptly different?
Alice: Oh, she said Jerry had a different life now and that would I please stop bothering him.
John: And did you?
Alice: Pretty much. Of course, my brother called me from his office or when Taylor was out.
John: So he didn't want Taylor to know that you two were still in touch?
Alice: I don't know, Dr. Hudson. My brother was never a coward. It was as if she had a power over him.
John: Did you ever think of confronting Taylor just to clear the air?
Alice: Everybody's got their in-law from hell horror story. I just figured this one was mine.
John: It must have been very painful for you.
Alice: It -- well, we had been so close, it really broke my heart.
John: How long did this go on?
Alice: Quite some time, and then Jerry called me three weeks before he died. He called me to tell me that he was planning to divorce Taylor.
Alice: Well, he couldn't stand living with a woman like that anymore.
John: Did he give you any specifics?
Alice: No, but we had planned to meet and he said he would tell me everything then.
Alice: And three nights later, I got a call from the emergency room of Pasimund Hospital that my brother had been taken in in cardiac arrest.
John: He died of a heart attack?
Alice: You betcha. He was only 37 years old.
John: Did he have any history?
Alice: Nope. No one in the family did either.
John: What about the autopsy?
Alice: What autopsy? I requested an autopsy, but Taylor was his next of kin, so she cremated the remains, though my brother had specifically requested to be buried next to my parents.
John: This is very strange.
Alice: You should have heard his voice the last time we spoke. He sounded absolutely terrified, terrified that she was going to find out he was planning to divorce her.
John: Ms. Benson, do you think that Taylor had anything to do with your brother's death?
Alice: I don't know. I guess I'll never know. But for your sake and for your wife's sake, be very, very careful with that woman.
Taylor: Do you honestly believe I would put you in that kind of danger?
Sharlene: I don't want to, but how did you find me there? Why were you the one who found me?
Taylor: It was a coincidence.
Sharlene: There were too many coincidences.
Taylor: Ok, ok. Judy knew everything about Sharly and Sharlene from all of those newspaper articles, the ones that -- the ones about Grant that were all out around the time of his election.
Sharlene: Judy didn't strike me as much of a news hound.
Taylor: She was concerned about you when she saw you at Ruby's, and so she called me.
Sharlene: She knows you pretty well?
Taylor: All those girls who work that area know me.
Sharlene: What about the warehouse, Taylor?
Taylor: That was Judy, too. And she was worried about you because she wasn't sure she could meet you, so she was afraid you might get into trouble and she called me again. I was very relieved that she did.
Sharlene: Why would Judy call you to help me?
Taylor: She knew that your husband was a doctor. She knows that I'm a doctor. She thought perhaps I knew you.
Sharlene: And why didn't you tell me about this before?
Taylor: Your case is complicated and very delicate. I am handling it in my --
Sharlene: I want you to stay away from me, Taylor.
Taylor: Sharlene, you are making this so much more difficult.
Sharlene: I trusted you!
Taylor: You should have! I helped you integrate Sharly and Sharlene.
Sharlene: And then you got interested in my husband.
Taylor: I told you the full extent of my relationship with John.
Sharlene: You know, Sharly knew about you from day one.
Taylor: She was the abhorrent side of your personality.
Sharlene: She just didn't realize how far you'd go to take my husband away from me.
Taylor: The strain between you and John, Sharly's re-emergence, it's obviously too much. You are developing paranoid behavior.
Sharlene: You're only paranoid if you think someone's out to get you.
Taylor: I can't help you, Sharlene, if you don't want to help yourself.
Sharlene: You've already helped me enough.
Taylor: Fine. I'm leaving. There's obviously nothing I can do, given that you feel that way about me.
Sharlene: Taylor? I don't want you back in this house again.
Taylor: I'm not sure John's going to accept that.
Sharlene: Oh, why, because you're the shrink and I'm the crazy lady, he'll believe you, right?
Taylor: What do you think?
Sharlene: I think we'll see what happens.
Taylor: What have you told him?
Sharlene: Get out.
Taylor: It's not over, Sharlene, and I'm saying that for your sake.
Kathleen: Pops never allowed this whiskey to be in our house. He said it was made by the black-hearted Ė
Cass and Kathleen: Orangemen.
Kathleen: I always thought it went down real smooth. Ow.
Cass: Here, I'll help. You ok?
Kathleen: No. I haven't been sleeping, not since I got back to Bay City. Why haven't we heard anything?
Cass: Look, Joe will turn up. I'm sure there's just the simplest of explanations.
Kathleen: Yeah, there's probably a sale on gun holsters at the mall.
Cass: To Joe -- good health, long life. Come on.
Kathleen: From your mouth to God's ears.
Cass: Hear, hear.
Cass: You never answered my question, you little devil.
Kathleen: I was hoping to ply you with liquor so you'd forget.
Cass: What were you and Joe fighting about?
Kathleen: Oh, you know.
Cass: You've been his life for a long time.
Kathleen: I should never have let him get this close.
Cass: Hindsight is always 20/20.
Kathleen: You know, I remember, the first day I met him, he came pushing his way into my hospital room in Alaska. He wouldn't give up.
Cass: Your kind of guy.
Kathleen: He talked so slowly, it drove me crazy. Just wasn't you. But three years, 13 states, and I don't know how many pepperoni pizzas later, here we are. Or were.
Cass: Do you love him?
Kathleen: I tried.
Cass: That's not what I asked.
Kathleen: Joe is my friend, my lover. You know, since the accident, he's the only person who -- who knew who I really was. He was my only link with Kathleen McKinnon.
Cass: But you don't love him?
Kathleen: He wasn't you. Never could be.
Donna: Remember this one?
Donna: We bought it when Steven was born. We were going to drink it on his 21st birthday.
Michael: Yeah, I remember it now.
Donna: Uh, this one.
Michael: What's that one? I --
Donna: This is when I told you that Marley and Victoria were your daughters.
Michael: I remember that one.
Donna: I'll never forget the look on your face.
Michael: Well, I was a little shocked, Donna.
Donna: You had some pretty big news for me yourself.
Donna: You told me that everything you had accomplished, all the wealth and all the power, was to prove something to me.
Michael: Yes, Donna, you were my whole life, all right? Even when you weren't with me, you were my whole life.
Donna: Look at all the living we've done together, Michael. Pick one.
Michael: Well, I'll take this one. This was the bottle of wine I gave you the night we moved into this suite.
Donna: You carried me over the threshold and you promised me that I would be free of my father forever.
Michael: Now you. Your turn.
Donna: I have to have this one.
Michael: Why, what one is that?
Donna: This was our wedding day.
Michael: Which one?
Donna: The last one. The beautiful, simple one.
Michael: I got to go.
Donna: We're not finished yet.
Michael: Yes, I am finished, Donna. I know what you're trying to do here.
Donna: You can't deny everything that we've meant to each other, Michael.
Michael: No, I canít. I will send somebody to pick up my bottles.
Donna: There's only one left.
Michael: Fine, I'll tell you what, why don't you keep it then, ok?
Donna: But it's champagne. It's worth a fortune.
Michael: Fine, sell it then, Donna!
Donna: I don't want the money.
Michael: Then drink it on some special occasion, ok?
Donna: Without you?
Michael: Yes, drink it without me! I don't care what you do with that bottle, I don't care what you do with yourself! Goodbye.
Donna: Oh! Michael Hudson, you care about me. Somewhere, deep down inside, you still love me. And I'm going to get you back.
Kathleen: I feel awful.
Cass: What is it? What's the matter?
Kathleen: We don't know where Joe is. We don't even know if he's alive, and here I am telling you why I can't even love him.
Cass: You're worried about Joe, so am I.
Kathleen: I'm worried about everyone that I've dragged into this mess.
Cass: Coming back here was the right thing to do.
Kathleen: I don't know, Cass. So many people are in danger.
Cass: Carl's on hold.
Kathleen: He's not going to stop until he finds out the name of the person who talked to me.
Cass: We'll think of something.
Kathleen: I finally have a man who's after me for my mind and not my body, and it has to be Carl Hutchins.
Cass: Can he find out what he needs from anyone else?
Kathleen: I hope not.
Cass: You're really very brave, you know.
Kathleen: I don't feel brave. I feel alone.
Cass: You told your parents?
Kathleen: No, this would worry them too much.
Cass: Kathleen, call them. That's part of why you came back.
Kathleen: Cass, how am I supposed to tell them that we're divorced and that Joe might be dead, huh?
Cass: I wish I could just tell you that everything is going to be ok.
Kathleen: Hey, I'm brave, right?
Kathleen: It's all right. I've gone it alone before. I can do it again.
Who am I kidding? I hated it then. I don't think I could ever get used to it.
Cass: Hey. You're not alone.
Vicky: You? Going straight?
Carl: The business climate in Bay City is very generous.
Vicky: What are we talking here? Carl's used cars? Hutchins' bowl-o-Rama?
Carl: Yeah. You don't like those ideas?
Vicky: Oh, you can burn this burg to the ground for all I care. Just stay away from my family.
Carl: And what happens if our paths should cross?
Vicky: Then I'll make you wish you were back in prison, pounding out license plates.
Carl: You do regard yourself as -- as someone to be reckoned with, I see.
Vicky: Absolutely. Oh, I'm not the same nobody I used to be.
Carl: Ah. And you have inherited Reginaldís fortune, I'm told.
Vicky: Sense of humor, too.
Carl: Money and power isn't enough, Victoria.
Vicky: I also happen to be very tight with the cop who's going to nail you.
Carl: Oh, Detective Harrison. Yes, I know.
Vicky: Yes. I'm going to do anything I can to help him bring you down.
Carl: You mustn't threaten me, little girl. Ok? You mustn't threaten me.
Ryan: You ok?
Ryan: Just what in the hell do you think you're doing?
Carl: Vicky joined me. Ask her.
Vicky: It's nothing. Forget about it.
Carl: Isn't it nice to know that the local gendarmes are so vigilant?
Ryan: Vicky, why don't you go to the bar? I'll meet you there in a few minutes.
Ryan: I need to ask you a few questions.
Carl: With or without counsel, I'm always willing to cooperate with the local constabulary.
Ryan: It's about Joe Barren.
Carl: Joe Barren? Oh, federal agent who's playing house with Kathleen McKinnon?
Ryan: He's missing. He left Kathleenís place and hasn't been seen since.
Carl: Now, come on, that's not possible.
Vicky: Oh, if you believe that, I've got a bridge to sell you.
Ryan: Vicky --
Carl: I mean, first I'm accused of trying to kill Kathleen McKinnon. Then Rachel Cory accuses me of setting fire to her house. A policeman now apparently has disappeared, and once again all eyes are turned towards me.
Vicky: How does it feel being so popular?
Ryan: Vicky, please.
Carl: Well, I think this interview is over, isn't it?
Ryan: So you have no idea of agent Barren's whereabouts?
Carl: None. And if you have no evidence to link me with this alleged disappearance and you have no intention of arresting me, I'm off, Jack.
Ryan: Mr. Hutchins? I'll be in touch.
Carl: Of course you will, dear boy. Of course you will.
Ryan: Don't leave town.
Carl: That's the most heartwarming sentiment I've heard since my arrival. Thank you. Victoria, good seeing you again, bitchy as ever.
Ryan: Come on, let's go.
Vicky: Oh, please, not the terrace. No. No, no.
Ryan: You are some piece of work, you know that?
Vicky: What did I do now?
Ryan: What in the hell were you doing with Carl?
John: Sharlene, you home?
Sharlene: John. I'm so glad you're home.
John: What's the matter?
Sharlene: Taylor was here.
John: What did she want?
Sharlene: What does she always want? You know how concerned she is with me.
John: Sorry I wasn't here.
Sharlene: John, I told her I never wanted to see her again.
John: How did she react?
Sharlene: She wasn't happy.
John: What did she say?
Sharlene: I think she said a lot more than she wanted to.
John: Come on, tell me.
Sharlene: I think she was the one who locked me in that warehouse.
John: Until this thing is cleared up with Taylor, I don't want her in this house.
Sharlene: John, I told her she wasn't welcome here.
John: From now on we make sure all the doors and windows are locked.
Sharlene: You're scaring me.
John: I'll handle Taylor.
Sharlene: John, you know something, don't you?
John: You and Gregory will be safe.
Sharlene: John, you think she's dangerous?
John: Nobody is going to hurt you again. Never.
Vicky: I was helping Carl plan his next heist. See, next Monday, we're hitting Bay City Savings and Trust.
Ryan: I'm really not in the mood for cute answers.
Vicky: Sorry. Oh, I was just laying down the law for him.
Ryan: You deliberately provoked a man who would just as soon as say hello to you.
Vicky: I'm not sorry I did it.
Ryan: I am trained to handle guys like that. You are not.
Vicky: Ok! So I didn't do the smartest thing.
Ryan: Oh, well, that's an understatement.
Vicky: I'm sorry, this is the way I am when I love someone.
Ryan: This is the way you are and you just won't change for anybody?
Vicky: That's right. Well, see, I knew this would happen. I knew I would push you away.
Ryan: Well, you've been working at it hard enough.
Vicky: See? I told you you would wind up hating me. See ya.
Ryan: Not so fast.
Vicky: Oh, please, more verbal abuse?
Ryan: Although what you did was an incredibly stupid thing --
Vicky: I heard you the first time.
Ryan: And I don't want you ever to be seeing Carl again.
Vicky: I said my piece.
Ryan: But as for hating you --
Vicky: You're not angry?
Ryan: Uh-uh, even though you really deserve it.
Vicky: All's forgiven? I mean, even asking Grant if he would get you off that -- that special detail?
Ryan: Well, I have some intense feelings for you. Just --
Ryan: Yeah. And they really don't include anger at all.
Cass: Want me to go now?
Kathleen: No. I don't know, I just don't feel good. Maybe it's this stomach thing.
Cass: Get some rest and I'm sure you'll feel much better. Why don't you lie down? And if you hear anything about Joe, just give me a call and --
Kathleen: Stay for a little while, please?
Cass: All right.
Kathleen: Unless, of course, you have to go.
Cass: No, of course, I'll stay for a little while. Lay down.
Kathleen: Remember -- remember when we were married, we'd never go to bed angry at one another?
Cass: There were a few nights there where we didn't get much sleep at all.
Kathleen: I liked those nights best. We never had secrets from one another.
Cass: I always felt I could tell you anything.
Kathleen: You always listened to me. I always felt so safe with you. So safe.
Cass: Oh, Kathleen.
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