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Another World Transcript Wednesday 3/21/07

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Paulina: This is it, this is my big surprise?

Grant: Uh-huh.

Paulina: Oh. Well, it's -- it's nice.

Grant: It's cozy, isn't it?

Paulina: Uh-huh. Are we still on your father's estate?

Grant: Are you kidding? We could drive for another half hour and still be in Spencer Harrison's domain.

Paulina: Really, he has that much land?

Grant: More, more.

Paulina: You're kidding. That house that we flew over in the helicopter. That was his, right?

Grant: Yeah, yeah, papa's little bungalow.

Paulina: But we didn't go there. We came here, to the gardener's house.

Grant: Right, right.

Paulina: Grant, what are we doing here?

Grant: Remember I told you I was going to take you to my favorite place in the whole world, the most special place in the world for me?

Paulina: Uh-huh.

Grant: Well, this is it.

Paulina: Oh.

Amanda: Can I have a bite, please? Yes? Can I have two, what do you think?

Olivia: Amanda?

Amanda: No? Olivia, hi.

Olivia: Hi. Hi, Alli. Um, well, you two look like you're having fun.

Amanda: What are you doing here?

Olivia: You know, I saw your piece on Carl Hutchins for "Brava," it's terrific.

Amanda: Thanks. Matthew is at class, if that's who you want.

Olivia: No, actually, I was looking for you. You and Alli.

Amanda: Why?

Olivia: Well, Sam sent me a note and a drawing for her. I mean, it was in his last letter.

Amanda: Why wouldn't he just send it directly here?

Olivia: Well, that's why I came over.

Amanda: You're confusing me.

Olivia: He wanted me to tell you this in person.

Amanda: Tell me what?

Olivia: He's decided to stay in Italy.

Cass: Would you please tell this guy who I am?

Kathleen: It's ok, he's my --

Kathleen and Cass: Friend.

Cass: So back, Igor.

Kathleen: The name's "I"gor.

Cass: "I"gor. Another pretty face, another new guard?

Kathleen: Oh, well, they've all been pretty vigilant ever since Joe disappeared, and Carl took me for that little ride yesterday. Can I get you something, coffee, tea?

Cass: No, nothing.

Kathleen: Good.

Cass: How are you feeling?

Kathleen: Like I went ten rounds with Joe Frazier.

Cass: Your sense of humor is rebounding, though. Are you eating?

Kathleen: Are you married?

Cass: No, are you?

Kathleen: I figure you might have gotten married this morning. You seemed to be in such a rush to do it yesterday.

Cass: I think you need to see a doctor.

Kathleen: I don't think a doctor has a cure for what ails me.

Cass: Meaning?

Kathleen: Well, I was already sick when Carl took me for that little joy ride yesterday. But I didn't start feeling really sick until I got to your place yesterday and I saw you and Frankie about to get married.

Cass: Allergic to catered food?

Kathleen: Close. I think my body was reacting to something that my mind just didn't want to acknowledge.

Cass: Which is?

Kathleen: That the thought of you marrying -- spending the rest of your life with someone else is just something I can't take.

Amanda: I'll tell you what. I'm going to talk to Olivia for a little while, ok?

Alli: Where's the baby?

Amanda: Well, these are your two babies for right now, and you just stay here, ok? Play with them. You stay right here, and I'll be right back. Ok? I can't believe you just blurted that out in front of her like that.

Olivia: I'm sorry, really, I wasn't thinking.

Amanda: So Sam is staying in Europe?

Olivia: For a while, yes. He's doing really well there.

Amanda: Does it ever occur to him that he has a child here who needs him?

Olivia: Yes, of course it does. He thinks it would be great if Alli could spend some time over there with him.

Amanda: I see.

Olivia: Yes.

Amanda: She's two years old, what am I supposed to do? Book her a seat in coach?

Olivia: Well, I thought maybe I could take her with me.

Amanda: You?

Olivia: Look, this has all happened so fast, and Sam and I haven't figured out when I'm going to be able to go over there.

Amanda: So now Sam is discussing the future of my daughter with you?

Olivia: Amanda, --

Amanda: I am her mother, and his boss. I don't even get the courtesy of a phone call?

Olivia: He knew there was no easy way to do this.

Amanda: Sam was right. Why don't you remind Sam that he has a contract with Cory Publishing. And if he doesn't care about being a father, I thought he at least cared about having a job.

Olivia: Amanda, you know he negotiated a clause in his contract that allows him to leave to pursue his painting.

Amanda: I don't believe this.

Olivia: He’s really doing well. He wouldn't be able to live with himself if he just packed up and left now.

Amanda: Sam's happiness is not as important to me as my daughter’s.

Olivia: Well, you could take her on a trip to Europe.

Amanda: I will be the one to take her, if she goes.

Olivia: Well, it would be wonderful for her. I mean, at her age, she would be speaking Italian like a native in two weeks. We could take her all over the place.

Amanda: Wait a minute. We?

Olivia: I was going.

Amanda: To visit, or to stay?

Olivia: I don't know. I have to find out if I can dance there, I have to consider what this is going to do to aunt Liz.

Amanda: So we are not talking short term here?

Olivia: Maybe not.

Amanda: I have to explain this to Alli, alone. Thank you for bringing that note by.

Olivia: There's a drawing, too. It's beautiful.

Amanda: I am sure Alli will be duly impressed. Honey, guess what?

Alli: What?

Amanda: Guess what I have for you. I have a letter from Daddy, look! Let's go back to the house, ok, and I will read it to you, and I'll show you the drawing that he made you. Pretty. I will tell you all about Daddy and his trip. What do you think?

Lindsey: So then he comes up behind me and says in a really deep voice, he goes, woo, babe, college is going to be fun tonight.

Matthew: Hey, hello, Olivia.

Olivia: Hi, Matthew.

Matthew: This is Lindsey. Lindsey, Olivia Matthews.

Olivia: Hi, Lindsey, I'm an old friend.

Lindsey: Hello.

Matthew: What are you doing here?

Olivia: I needed to talk to Amanda.

Matthew: Yeah, we saw her going back to the house with Alli. She didn't look too happy.

Lindsey: Yeah, we said hi to her and she didn't even say anything. She just walked right by.

Olivia: I think I know why.

Matthew: You know, I left my physics book in the car. If we're going to study, could --

Lindsey: You want me to go get it for you?

Matthew: My goodness, that would be great.

Lindsey: No problem.

Matthew: Thank you. Did something happen?

Olivia: I -- Sam’s show in Europe was a big hit, and so now he's decided to stay for a while.

Matthew: He has, huh?

Olivia: Uh-huh, and he thought it would be better if somebody explained it to Amanda in person.

Matthew: And she didn't take it too well.

Olivia: I don't blame her. She's got Alli to think of.

Matthew: What does this do to you and him?

Olivia: I don't know. So -- who is this Lindsey?

Matthew: [Chuckling] Trying to find out if she's good enough for me?

Olivia: Yes, absolutely.

Matthew: Yeah.

Olivia: Are you going out with her?

Matthew: You act like that might not be a good idea.

Olivia: No, no, I didn't mean that. I just wanted to find out before I said anything in front of her.

Matthew: About what?

Olivia: Jenna.

Dean: Hey, I'm here, just come over. Sure, it's no problem. All right.

Frankie: Who was that?

Dean: Who was that?

Frankie: That?

Dean: That was Jenna.

Frankie: Oh, she's coming over, huh?

Dean: Yeah, is that ok?

Frankie: Of course it's ok. I want you to have your friends over.

Dean: Thanks. Oh, listen, don't you and ozzie come popping in here later with like sodas and potato chips, ok?

Frankie: Ah, want to be alone with Jenna, huh?

Dean: No, come on, she's just a kid, out loud.

Frankie: She doesn't look like a kid to me, she looks all grown up.

Dean: Ok, would you get out of here? Take a hike, would you?

Frankie: Besides, ozzie isn't here.

Dean: Yeah, I know. I saw him take off. It seemed like he was in kind of a hurry. I bet I know where he was going.

Frankie: Cass is always going to worry about Kathleen. That's a fact of all of our lives.

Dean: Uh-huh, no one is hipper to that cute little fact than good old Kathleen, is she?

Frankie: Just don't start with me, dean, ok?

Dean: Why not, Frankie? Come on, come on. They drag her in here in the middle of your wedding. She gets a load of you and Cass, all of a sudden, she's sick? Jackpot, baby, no wedding.

Frankie: You don't have to recap the story for me, I was the one in the white suit, remember?

Dean: All I am saying is I know a plan when I see one, ok?

Frankie: You think that she talked Ryan into bringing her here?

Dean: I wouldn't put it past her.

Frankie: Look, Joe, who was her main squeeze, as well as her main guard, suddenly came up missing. Then, Carl Hutchins shoved her into the back of his limousine and tried to scare the hell out of her. Now, while I don't think Kathleen is an innocent, I do think that at that particular moment, she had other things to worry about than screwing up my wedding.

Dean: Uh-huh, I don’t.

Frankie: This isn't helping me, Dean.

Dean: All right, all right, Frankie, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I just want you to know that you've got somebody in your corner, ok?

Frankie: Honey, don't you think I know that? Look, all Kathleen did was give me and Cass a few more days to get organized.

Dean: Ok.

Frankie: In a very short while, we will be having a real wedding here with flowers and rice to throw, brown rice, of course.

Dean: Of course. And a good band at the reception this time, a decent band?

Frankie: Now you're talking, yes, yes.

Dean: All right.

Frankie: So don't worry about me. Cass and I will be husband and wife again real soon.

Kathleen: Well, what do you think? Have I got a screw loose or something?

Cass: No.

Cass: But I think it was more than just a reaction to Frankie and me.

Kathleen: You do?

Cass: You see, I have a theory, too.

Kathleen: Let's hear it.

Cass: I was thinking about you last night in bed --

Kathleen: I'.

Cass: I mean, I was thinking that I've seen you sick several times.

Kathleen: Mm-hmm.

Cass: All since Carl has come back to town.

Kathleen: Oh, I see.

Cass: Call me crazy; accuse me of reading too many thrillers, but what if he were poisoning you?

Kathleen: What?

Cass: Slowly.

Kathleen: Gee, I feel so much better now.

Cass: So I want to raid your refrigerator, I want to take some leftovers and an open carton of something and have them examined in the lab.

Kathleen: No.

Cass: Why not?

Kathleen: Because it won't do any good, Cass. I told you, I had the flu. Carl isn't poisoning me.

Cass: How do you know that?

Kathleen: Well, for one thing Igor and his associates test everything that I eat and drink, ok? And for another thing, if Carl had wanted me dead, he could have easily killed me in the elevator or in his stupid car.

Cass: Carl wouldn't have done it that way. It would have clearly implicated him, and he never would have found out the information that he wants. Nobody seems to be able to find that out.

Kathleen: I am not going to tell anybody about the person who told me about Carl, not you, and certainly not Carl.

Cass: Not even if Carl gets rid of this person that you've been relying on for the past three years? Not even if he arranges it so that you gradually get sicker, and weaker and more vulnerable?

Kathleen: You certainly paint a pretty picture, don't you?

Cass: That's the way he is. That's how he works.

Kathleen: Well, I like my theory better.

Cass: It's time to get serious now.

Kathleen: I thought I was serious.

Cass: Joe is gone. Carl is doing much better with all of this than we thought. He's proven that he can get to you, Igor or no Igor, whenever he wants.

Kathleen: You're certainly a little ray of sunshine today, aren't you?

Cass: I'm here, aren't I?

Kathleen: I'm beginning to wonder why.

Cass: Because I am going to take care of you, but to do that I have to know everything. Now, I'm not leaving until you tell me who your source was about Carl.

Paulina: I thought I was going to meet your father?

Grant: Nah, he's off, adding to the family fortune.

Paulina: Grant, you said you wanted me to meet the person who raised you.

Grant: I do, I do, I do, and he's right here, I hope. Come on, let's see.

[Knocks on door] Gerard!

Gerard: Coming, coming!

Grant: It's me, Grant!

Gerard: Hello, lad!

Grant: How are you?

Gerard: Is that you making all the racket with the helicopter?

Grant: It sure is, I'm sorry, but I had to get here in a hurry.

Gerard: I've been reading things in the papers.

Grant: I know, I know, but --

Gerard: Is it true they have you in mind for old Edward’s Senate seat?

Grant: Maybe, but -- then you're feeling well again, is that right?

Grant: Would you let me talk?

Gerard: Oh, I'm sorry, it's just it's been so long.

Grant: I know it, and it's good to see you, and I'm fine, and I want you to meet somebody that I care very much about. Paulina Cory, this is Gerard Manl

Paulina: Hello.

Gerard: How do you do? You ought to see your mother's garden.

Grant: I'd love to see it.

Gerard: The day lilies we put in, they are threatening to take over.

Grant: Not like those cucumbers that we planted one time?

Gerard: No, nothing like the cucumbers.

Paulina: Excuse me.

Gerard: I'm sorry, Paulina. We haven't let you get a word in.

Paulina: You seem to know a lot about Grant. Are you a relative of his?

Gerard: No, ma'am, I'm just the groundskeeper here.

Grant: Oh, come on. You've never been one to be modest. He's a lot more than that and you know it. I tell you, let's show Paulina the garden, shall we?

Gerard: All right, then. I use a cane now, so I will have to go get it.

Grant: No, no, no, you don’t. Come on, you've got me. Here, what do you need a cane for? You do great.

Gerard: Oh, you think you know everything.

Grant: Come on, Paulina.

Gerard: No wonder your favorite flower was the impatiens.

Matthew: No, I'm just surprised. I didn't know that you were friends with Jenna.

Olivia: I ran into her last week. She was shopping for a dress for her spring dance.

Matthew: Yep, I took her to that.

Olivia: Oh, believe me, she mentioned it. So, how did it go?

Matthew: It was nice, I had a good time.

Olivia: It was nice, you had a good time. That's it?

Matthew: What do you want me to say?

Olivia: I don't know, nothing. I'm glad things are going well for you.

Matthew: What, what, what?

Olivia: I told Lindsey that you and I were old friends, and as soon as I said it, I wondered whether or not it was still true.

Matthew: Sure it is.

Olivia: Look, I know I sort of used you when things were going badly with Sam, but --

Matthew: That's over.

Olivia: Is it?

Matthew: Listen, if I was upset about you and Sam, it was because I thought you pushed things, you didn't allow Sam time to settle things with Amanda.

Olivia: I know.

Matthew: I mean, when Amanda found out what Evan did, there was no chance for her and Sam, because you were there.

Olivia: It wasn't just me. But ok, I was a part of it, you're right. So you are, you are still angry?

Matthew: No. You were hurting Amanda.

Olivia: I was in love with Sam. What was I supposed to do? You can't live your whole life trying to make sure that nobody ever gets hurt. Look what you are doing.

Matthew: Me?

Olivia: Yes, you. Come on, I think you know that Jenna wants to be with you and only you, and from what I just saw, so does Lindsey. So you're consciously hurting them both.

Matthew: It's not like that.

Olivia: Oh, it's not? It's all right for you?

Matthew: I can't go out with two girls at the same time?

Olivia: I never said that, of course you can. But you have to accept the fact that neither one of them likes it. Just like I had to accept the fact that I was hurting Amanda.

Matthew: Yeah, I guess.

Olivia: Uh-huh. Sam and I are good for each other, we make each other happy. It's what I want.

Matthew: Ok, you made your point.

Olivia: Are you happy?

Matthew: Sure.

Olivia: You know, dating two girls at the same time is a good way to keep both of them at arm's length. The Matthew I used to know didn't need to do that.

Matthew: Yeah, well, maybe he's changed.

Olivia: Ok, I just hope that when the time comes, if he wants to, he hasn't been too hurt to change back. See you.

Jenna: I'm really glad you're here.

Dean: Well, me too, me too.

Jenna: Is anyone else home?

Dean: Frankie is, but she's leaving real soon.

Jenna: Good.

Dean: Why, what's the problem?

Jenna: Matt.

Dean: Oh, of course.

Jenna: He made a date with Lindsey right after he brought me home from the dance.

Dean: Yeah.

Jenna: We had such a wonderful time at the dance, I thought things would be different.

Dean: And I guess they're not?

Jenna: Doesn't it bother you too?

Dean: No, why would I care?

Jenna: You want to go out with Lindsey. You told me.

Dean: So what, I'll get a shot at it.

Jenna: Maybe, but I don't think it's going to be because Matthew’s fallen for me. Maybe I just don't have what it takes.

Dean: What's that?

Jenna: Do you know why he was late for the dance?

Dean: Yeah, he said he overslept, right?

Jenna: Lindsey was delighted to tell me that he was in her room when it happened.

Dean: Oh, so you're wondering what made him so tired, huh?

Jenna: I have a feeling I know.

Dean: So what, they're sleeping together. No big deal, he won't marry her. Geez, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. What?

Jenna: I just feel so stupid.

Dean: Why, Jenna, come on.

Jenna: I didn't think he was like that.

Dean: I got a little news flash for you, honey, we're all sort of like that.

Jenna: I don't believe that.

Dean: Why not?

Jenna: I can't be the only person in the world who thinks that making love with someone especially for the first time should be wonderful, and I don't know, special.

Dean: Well, you're not. Ok? You're definitely not. And whatever you do, don't get ssure?? going because of what Lindsey and Matt are up to, ok?

Jenna: What if it doesn't work out?

Dean: Well, then, honey, there will be somebody else. Somebody who knows that being with you would be very, very special, ok?

Grant: Is Dad working you too hard?

Gerard: No, Mr. Spencer pretty well let's me set my own pace.

Grant: Which means he doesn't give you the time of day, is that right?

Gerard: Well, Miss, how did you like the garden?

Paulina: Oh, it was lovely. The petunias need to be pinched back just a little bit, though.

Gerard: She's right, you know. Mr. Spencer sent word he wanted the garden to be tidier.

Grant: Ah, yes, a nice conservative garden.

Paulina: And if they were pinched back, it would help them grow.

Grant: You know about flowers?

Paulina: I used to have a window box when I was a kid. I planted every color of petunias I could find. They were so beautiful.

Gerard: You didn't do it again?

Paulina: No, I got moved to a different foster home the next year. They had rules about window boxes.

Gerard: Kimberly and Maggie were asking about you.

Grant: Oh, really. How are they?

Gerard: Fine, fine.

Grant: Pretty as ever I bet, huh?

Gerard: Yes, yes.

Grant: Listen, I'm going to go to the helicopter to make a phone call. I will be right back, all right? Excuse me.

Gerard: Phone call? In the helicopter?

Paulina: The times, they are a changing.

Gerard: So you grew up in a foster home, eh?

Paulina: Well, I found my family, my real family about a year or so ago, but I was alone before then, yes.

Gerard: That's too bad.

Paulina: So I guess you're not used to seeing Grant with girls like me, huh?

Gerard: Girls like you?

Paulina: I mean, I was hardly a debutante like Kim and Maggie, I'm sure.

Gerard: Kim and Maggie?

Paulina: They were probably very rich, and they grew up in estates like this --

Gerard: Young lady, if that's what you think, you don't know anything about me. And you certainly don't know anything about Grant Harrison.

Amanda: I'm at Tops. I called Bruce to come and meet me here. So hopefully, he'll be able to fill in for Sam until we get a permanent replacement. What I need you to do is to go through the resumes of the people that we interviewed before I hired Sam. Yeah, I know, I wasn't crazy about any of them. I wanted Sam, I still do. That would be great, just put them on my desk. Thanks.

Carl: Very efficient.

Amanda: Hello, Mr. Hutchins.

Carl: Almost as neat as the hatchet job you did on me, my dear. Amanda, I'm not very happy.

Cass: And when Carl Hutchins isn't happy, he kills people.

Kathleen: Do you know how sick and tired I am of talking about Carl? Do you?

Cass: Gee, I'm sorry. But I find it very difficult to discuss current events or the classics when your life is in danger.

Kathleen: Exactly, it's my life.

Cass: Kathleen, you've let me know everything else. Why are you holding back on this last tip?

Kathleen: Because it won't make any difference.

Cass: It will make a difference to me. I'd know everything. I'd feel like we were in this together.

Kathleen: It didn't happen to you.

Cass: I think it did.

Kathleen: And I think you are ignoring something that's much more important.

Cass: What could be more important than your life?

Kathleen: The way I feel about you.

Cass: Kathleen --

Kathleen: I've thought this out thoroughly. Now, I had to sell myself a humongous bill of goods to be able to do what I did. I had to close off the part of my heart that belonged to you. And believe me, it wasn't easy, but, hey, I am an overachiever. And I did such a dandy selling job, that I even tried to keep it up when I saw you again, because you had moved on. You had found Frankie. You see, I hadn't given you a choice before, Cass, and when I saw you again with Frankie, I didn't want to give myself one either. Besides, it would have been so messy.

Cass: Kathleen, you don't have to --

Kathleen: Please, let me finish. You see, I told you that it was too late. I told you that I was going to marry Joe. But that was only to protect myself. When I saw you standing at the proverbial altar with Frankie, my stomach went into knots and I couldn't breathe.

Cass: What are you saying?

Kathleen: You remember in New Orleans, when you found me -- you said that I still loved you?

Cass: And you denied it.

Kathleen: Yeah, well, here is something that you probably thought you'd never hear from me, but I was wrong, and you were right. I love you, Cass. I love you.

Matthew: You upset about something? Is it Jenna?

Lindsey: Actually, I was thinking about Josie.

Matthew: How did you find out about Josie?

Lindsey: Ashley Collins is a friend of mine.

Matthew: Ok, I remember her.

Lindsey: Yeah, she remembers you, too.

You and Josie.

Matthew: And you asked her about us.

Lindsey: Do you mind?

Matthew: I don't know, I don't know.

Lindsey: She told me that, she said you took care of Josie, and I see you doing the same thing with Jenna, you know. I don't know, I guess I wish --

Matthew: What?

Lindsey: I know I have a harsh eye on the world, Matt, and that I'm not, I don't know, helpless, I guess, but that doesn't mean that I don't also like to be taken care of sometimes, you know.

Matthew: Ok.

Lindsey: I mean, I don't feel like I have the world by the tail or anything, even though I know I sometimes seem like that.

Matthew: Ok, I'm glad you told me.

Lindsey: I am, too.

Matthew: There are a couple of things you should know about me, too.

Lindsey: Ok.

Matthew: First of all, I don't specialize in the helpless type. One of the things I like about you is how strong you are. The other is, if you know about Josie and me, you know we got pretty serious pretty fast. We almost got married, and it would have been a mistake.

Lindsey: Well, I'm certainly glad you didn't get married, I know that.

Matthew: Somebody told me that I'm keeping people at a distance right now -- girls.

Lindsey: I don't feel that far from you.

Matthew: Yeah, see, even if you were unhappy, I couldn't do anything about it. I am not ready to get serious with anybody. I don't want to have to think about the future.

Lindsey: Matthew, that's fine with me. That's not --

Matthew: Is it?

Lindsey: I just -- yeah. I mean, I just really wanted you to know that there is more to me than a good time.

Matthew: I know that.

Lindsey: Ok, ok, great. I guess we should get back to studying.

Matthew: If you insist.

Dean: Matt's out at the gazebo, gazabo. Um, well --

Jenna: Find out if Lindsey’s with him.

Dean: Ok. Hey, Hilda, yeah. Could you tell me something? Did somebody go with him, did you notice? Because, you know, I wouldn't want to mess him up or something, you know, if he has something special going on. Oh, oh. All right, Hilda, all right. Well, thank you very much, ok. What are you doing?

Jenna: Is Lindsey with him?

Dean: Yes.

Jenna: I knew it.

Dean: What's up with that gazebo, gazabo?

Jenna: It's a special place.

Dean: It's a special place?

Jenna: I can't believe that he's there with her.

[Doorbell rings]

Dean: Who needs him?

Jenna: I do.

Dean: I'm coming, I'm coming.

Olivia: Hi.

Dean: Hi.

Olivia: I'm Olivia, Matthew’s --

Dean: Matthew -- oh, yeah, Matthew’s friend.

Olivia: Listen, my aunt and I were invited to Cass and Frankie’s wedding, but we couldn't make it.

Dean: That's ok, you'll get another chance.

Olivia: Right, it didn't come off. But I'm sure it will soon, so, there you go.

Dean: Well, I'm Dean, remember me?

Olivia: I remember you.

Dean: Come on in for a second.

Olivia: Sure. Jenna?

Jenna: Hi, Olivia.

Dean: You and your aunt are going to spend a lot of money on toasters with these guys. You guys know each other, right?

Jenna: Yeah, Olivia’s a friend of Matthew’s.

Olivia: So I heard the dance was fun.

Jenna: You did?

Olivia: Uh-huh.

Jenna: Who told you?

Olivia: Matthew, I just came from over there. He said he had a good time.

Jenna: Are you kidding?

Olivia: No, I'm not kidding. Calm down. Listen, will you give Cass and Frankie my best?

Dean: Yeah, yeah, will do.

Olivia: Ok, thanks, Dean.

Dean: No problem.

Olivia: I've really got to go.

Dean: Sure, I'll show you out.

Olivia: Take care, Jenna.

Jenna: You, too.

Dean: I'll give them the toaster.

Jenna: And thanks.

Olivia: It's not a toaster. We don't do toasters.

Jenna: Did you hear that?

Dean: Hear what?

Jenna: Matthew told Olivia he had a good time with me.

Dean: Oh, news flash, he had a good time with you, stop the presses.

Jenna: But he told her today. Maybe that means he hasn't changed his mind about me.

Dean: Honey, I don't want to be a downer or something, you know, but, "a", the guy has not called you, right? And "b", he's out at his special place with Lindsey.

Jenna: I'm going over there.

Dean: When, you're going to go right now?

Jenna: Lindsey would do it.

Dean: Do you want to be like her? You don't want to be like her.

Jenna: Isn't that what you said? I'm going to be more aggressive just like you told me. Matt's thinking about me, and I'm going to let him know I'm thinking about him. Thanks.

Dean: Sure, anytime. Anytime.

Kathleen: I didn't think this was going to be such a bolt out of the blue for you.

Cass: Oh, you didn't, huh?

Kathleen: You always knew me better than I knew myself.

Cass: That was almost four years ago.

Kathleen: Well, I'm not talking about four years ago, Cass, I'm talking about now. I love you.

[Knocking on door]

Kathleen: Great. Who is it?

Frankie: Frankie.

Kathleen: Does she know you're here?

Cass: Yeah.

Kathleen: Come in, he's still here.

Cass: Hi.

Frankie: Hi.

Cass: Anything wrong at home?

Frankie: No, I just wanted to see how Kathleen was doing.

Kathleen: I'm much better, thank you. I'd offer you something to drink, but Cass seems to think it's been poisoned.

Frankie: You told her, huh?

Cass: Yes.

Kathleen: Yes, and I was just telling Cass that I have a different idea about what was making me sick.

Frankie: Oh. I get this feeling that I interrupted something, and --

Cass: No, no, you didn't.

Kathleen: Yes, yes, she did, Cass, and I for one think that she has every right to know what it was.

Paulina: Mr. Manly, I feel so stupid.

Gerard: Because of what you said about Kim and Maggie?

Paulina: Uh-huh. Sometimes I act before I think. It's gotten me into a lot of trouble.

Gerard: Well, then you are a match for Grant.

Paulina: Oh, yeah? He got into trouble, too?

Gerard: No, he's got a bit of the devil in him all right, but he's got a warm heart.

Paulina: Oh, I know he does.

Gerard: He was just out of college when my wife passed on. Left me with Maggie and Kim still in high school. Mr. Spencer couldn't make the funeral, but there was Grant. He always had a soft spot in his heart for my Helen. And he looked at me and he said, "Now it's my turn to do for you."

Paulina: And he paid your daughters' way through college?

Gerard: More, really. Kimberly's in law school at Columbia, and Maggie's in a doctoral program at Berkeley.

Paulina: That's wonderful.

Gerard: Oh, there you are, lad. We had given up hope for you.

Grant: Oh, sorry to be gone so long.

Gerard: That's all right. We had a nice chat.

Grant: Good, good.

Gerard: You know what this salad needs? Chives.

Grant: Here, I'll get them.

Gerard: No, no, no, no, and mess up that fancy suit? I'll be right back, and I have no phone in the greenhouse.

Grant: I'm sorry I was gone so long.

Paulina: Oh, that's all right. I loved it. He loves you so much.

Grant: You know, it's funny -- I remember the first day that he was hired. I think I was probably about, oh, eight years old or so. And I was working outside, playing outside by myself, and he said, "come here, lad. Help me put these bulbs in." I didn't know anything about bulbs. And he taught Ryan and me how to fish, and we used to stay here when we got in trouble with our Dad.

Paulina: Which was fairly often from what I hear.

Grant: Yep, often enough for Dad to decide that I had to go to boarding school when I was about 12.

Paulina: Really?

Grant: So then I thought, well, I'm alone again. But you know the day I arrived at Groton, there was a letter waiting for me, and it was from Gerard. And he never missed a week.

Paulina: What was the matter with your family? Why did they send you away?

Grant: Well, I don't know if there was anything wrong with them, they just decided that children should be fed, clothed and educated and very little else.

Paulina: But you had Gerard.

Grant: Yeah. If I ever have children, I want to be just like he was. Are you ok?

Paulina: I love it here. It's so far away from everything.

Grant: You seem a little sad.

Paulina: Thank you for bringing me here.

Grant: Well, you said you didn't know all about me. I thought by meeting Gerard, that would change all that, because he knows it all.

Paulina: I never had anybody like him. I wonder if I had, if my life would be different, if I would be different.

Grant: Paulina, everything is going to be all right now.

Amanda: I am expecting someone, Mr. Hutchins.

Carl: Bruce? He's been unavoidably detained.

Amanda: By what?

Carl: A message from you saying that you changed your mind, and that you would meet with dear, young Bruce tomorrow.

Amanda: You must be very pleased with yourself.

Carl: I'm not very pleased with your article, my dear.

Amanda: Why? I quoted you word for word.

Carl: You did more than that, didn't you? Now, please, let's not be coy. There are grounds here, I think, for a possible liable suit.

Amanda: It would go down in flames. There's not one word in this article that isn't backed up.

Carl: Well, we'll see. There's one more thing.

Amanda: We'll speak through our lawyers, Mr. Hutchins.

Carl: How about a second interview? Yes, yes, I thought that would stop you.

Amanda: Why would you agree to a second interview?

Carl: Call me a glutton for punishment.

Amanda: I busted my butt to do things your way the first time. My mother just about disowned me when she found out I would do a piece on you.

Carl: I wish I'd been there for that.

Amanda: Well, she needn'tworry. I had a more exciting time with the Daughters of the American Revolution.

Carl: Yeah, me too. But I'm told that this particular issue of your magazine gave a considerable boost to circulation.

Amanda: Well, you see, people thought they were going to get the inside scoop from a real bad guy. But that didn't happen, did it? So you can save the "I'm a victim of circumstance" garbage for some other magazine, because "Brava" isn't interested.

Carl: Of course you are, of course you are. So you want the gloves off, eh?

Amanda: Lucas can be your P.R. person, not me.

Carl: All right, all right.

Amanda: All right, what?

Carl: Let's do it again. And this time I might be more forthcoming.

Amanda: I don't need my hands tied with a libel suit.

Carl: Well, perhaps we can take care of the legal niceties up front.

Amanda: That's a possibility.

Carl: Shall I have my people contact your people?

Amanda: I know you are not one for straight answers, but I have to ask you again, why are you doing this? I'm practically asking you to incriminate yourself.

Carl: That I shall explain to your legal counsel. Who is it, by the way?

Amanda: That department's usually -- oh, now I get it.

Carl: Get what?

Amanda: You already know it's Cass Winthrop.

Carl: Is it Cass? Is it really?

Amanda: So you want to meet with him, find out all you can about Kathleen, that way you won't have to tie him up and put him in the trunk of your car.

Carl: My dear, you've been watching too many Martin Scorsese movies. What do you want? Do you want me to call Cass myself?

Amanda: You can do whatever you want, but I'm going to call Cass before you do and tell him what I think is going on. Then it's up to him. Have a good day.

Frankie: Who feels like filling me in?

Kathleen: Well, I was telling Cass, we were talking about me, and there's just something that you don't know, Frankie.

Cass: Go on.

Kathleen: I was telling Cass that I think I know what it is that Carl wants from me.

Frankie: You do?

Kathleen: Yes. The article that I was writing, the source for it was from someone in Carl’s organization.

Frankie: Wow. So, Carl wants the name of that person so he can have him or her killed.

Kathleen: Well, I don't think he has early retirement in mind, no. And as long as I'm the only person who knows, he won't hurt me or anyone else.

Cass: Unless he gets tired of waiting.

Frankie: Well, what choice does he have, Cass, if he wants that name, he has to keep Kathleen alive.

Kathleen: Told you.

Cass: Frankie, you're not helping.

Frankie: Cass, if Kathleen is the only one who knows --

Cass: Frankie!

Frankie: I'm sorry. I shouldn't have come.

Kathleen: No, it's not that. It's just that Cass and I were having the same argument before you came over.

Frankie: Well, then you can handle it without me.

Cass: Frankie --

Frankie: It's obvious you don't want me here.

Cass: Look, it's not what you think. Kathleen and I -- we do have something to talk about. And I know this has been very difficult for you, especially after yesterday. Please, just try to understand, Frankie.

Frankie: I'll see you at home.

Cass: Frankie --

Kathleen: You should have gone with her.

Cass: I don't think so.

Kathleen: Nothing's going to change, Cass, not for me.

Cass: So now what are we going to do?

Lindsey: Matthew, how much more do you have to do?

Matthew: Two more chapters and we are history.

Lindsey: Why can't you do them tomorrow?

Matthew: Wait! I'm almost done.

Lindsey: Come on, I'm so bored.

Matthew: Still bored?

Lindsey: Oh, you want suddenly my attention.

Matthew: All of a sudden?

Paulina: Gerard will be back any second.

Grant: You know Gerard, he probably found something out there out of place, and he completely forgot that we were in here.

Paulina: Still --

Grant: Are you all right?

Paulina: Grant, wouldn't it be great if we never had to go back to Bay City?

Grant: What?

Paulina: I mean it, we could just stay here and take care of Gerard and ther...

Grant: I can't live here. This is my father's life.

Paulina: I know.

Grant: I want my own life.

Paulina: I'm just talking.

Grant: Paulina, I want that life with you.

Paulina: With me?

Grant: I saw you here, in this place, with Gerard, and I realized something. I'm falling in love with you.

Kathleen: I don't know what to do. I only know it's true. I love you, Cass. I always have and I always will.

Cass: I need time to think about this, Kathleen.

Kathleen: Fine, think. But there's something else that you should know.

Cass: What's that?

Kathleen: That given my druthers, I'd just as soon not worship you from afar.

Cass: You never worshipped me from in here.

Kathleen: You know what I mean.

Cass: No, I don't think I do, not anymore.

Kathleen: I mean, I want you back, Cass Cadwallader Winthrop.

Cass: What am I supposed to say to that?

Kathleen: That you won't rush into anything permanent with Frankie.

Cass: Do you realize what you are saying?

Kathleen: Cass, you haven't thought about this, not thoroughly. I know you haven't, I haven't --

Cass: Why did you do this? Why did you do any of this?

Kathleen: That's not the point.

Cass: What is?

Kathleen: The point is what do you feel -- here, now? Just don't do anything with Frankie until you know for sure.

Cass: I have to go home.

Kathleen: Don't do it, Cass.

Cass: I have to go.

Kathleen: Please?

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