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Another World Transcript Tuesday 3/27/07
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John: Are you all right? Oh. I'm sorry it took me so long. I was in surgery. How long have you been in here?
Sharlene: A couple of hours, I don't -- I don't know. How is Gregory, is he all right?
John: He's fine. He's with my mother. What happened? It's ok, it's ok.
Sharlene: I went down to the docks to try to talk to Judy, and I tried to look the part.
John: And you got arrested.
Sharlene: For prostitution.
Vicky: Oh, no. No.
Ryan: Vicky, wake up. Vicky? Vicky, wake up. Come on.
Ryan: Whoa. Hey, easy, easy.
Vicky: I'm so glad you're all right. Oh.
Kathleen: Are you threatening me, Frankie?
Frankie: Would you grow up?
Kathleen: Don't you know that I would change things if I could?
Frankie: Yeah, you'd wave a magic wand and make me disappear.
Kathleen: I never intended to hurt you or Cass.
Frankie: Well, you get an F for effort. Because of you, Cass could be in real danger.
Kathleen: I know that, Frankie! I know. That's why when he came after me in New Orleans I tried to get him to go back to you, I tried to get him to forget me, but he would not take no for an answer.
Frankie: As if you needed arm-twisting.
Kathleen: I gave up everything, everything to keep him alive!
Frankie: Oh, I know, I know, I know, Saint Kathleen. We have a birdbath shrine in our backyard in your honor. It's late. I think you should go.
I think you're right. I think I'll just pick up my little posse and we'll head home for some hot cocoa. Maybe, if you're lucky, Carl will come after me tonight.
Kathleen: Carl's not after anyone but me.
Frankie: I know that. I also know he'll push all of your buttons until he hits the right one. Maybe you could put in a good word for me.
Kathleen: Go home, Frankie.
Frankie: You know, tell him that if he wasted me, it wouldn't make you give up your source because you couldn't give a damn whether or not I lived or died.
Kathleen: Stop it.
Frankie: No. Is it going to take Cass getting hurt before you realize what you've done by coming back here?
Cass: I said who's there?
What do you want?
Vicky: I didn't think I was ever going to see you again.
Ryan: Well, I'm here.
Vicky: Hmm. Oh, what an awful dream.
Ryan: If I'm in your dreams, they're always supposed to be sweet.
Vicky: Thank you for telling me. Oh, Carl was holding a gun on you. And he had clicked, um -- what is that thing? Clicked it.
Ryan: The hammer?
Vicky: And it was like Russian roulette, and there was only one bullet and he had already clicked the thing five times. And I -- I was standing there watching, and I couldn't help you. You are here, aren't you?
Ryan: Yeah, I am.
Vicky: Oh, good. You look so great.
Ryan: Well, you don't look too shabby yourself.
Vicky: Oh, thanks.
Ryan: I missed you so much.
Vicky: I missed you. I thought about you all the time.
Ryan: You make it really good to come back home.
Frankie: I know what you're thinking.
Kathleen: Believe me, Frankie, you have no earthly idea what I'm thinking.
Frankie: You thought that you could just waltz back into Cass' life and he would drop everything. Or, more to the point, he would drop me and the two of you could just pick up where you left off all those years ago.
Kathleen: You know something? I don't want to hear this.
Frankie: Truth hurts, doesn't it?
Kathleen: I didn't bargain for any of this. I didn't ask to become a moving target.
Frankie: Well, news flash, sweetheart, neither did I.
Kathleen: Well, then I guess we're even.
Frankie: Do you realize how many people are living in fear because of you?
Kathleen: Now you stop it. You stop it right there. I know what I'm responsible for and I know what I have no control over.
Frankie: Oh, you have really convinced yourself that you're doing the noble thing here, haven't you?
Kathleen: I never made any claim to nobility.
Frankie: Oh, just a simple canonization will do.
Kathleen: I'm doing what had to be done.
Kathleen: Fine, fine.
Frankie: Everything you're doing, everything you have done since you came back to Bay City in a wig --
Kathleen: Aha, to make sure that Jake had not been shot by Carlís people.
Frankie: Everything you did -- everything -- you did for yourself.
Kathleen: You know, I don't have to defend my life to you.
Frankie: You sure as hell do when it's ruined mine.
Kathleen: Ok. Ok, truth hurts? Do you honestly want Cass back if he's still in love with me?
Frankie: No. But you won't let him figure out the difference between love and an obligation.
Kathleen: Listen to me, Frankie. I love Cass. I love him very, very much. And there's nothing more on earth that I would want than to have him back into my life. But I also love him enough to stand back and let him decide what he wants on his own.
Frankie: He loves me, you know.
Kathleen: Yes, I know that. And you know that he loves me. So I guess there's nothing that either one of us can do except wait.
Frankie: You're obviously willing to wait.
Kathleen: I know what I want. I also know that I can't make it happen.
Frankie: But you're counting on your track record to give you the edge.
Kathleen: Iím not counting on anything, Frankie. I just had to be honest.
Frankie: And if he decides to stay with me? What then?
Kathleen: No, ball's in your court, Frankie. If Cass stays with you, nothing is going to be the same between you ever again. Are you ready to live with that?
Frankie: This is not over.
Kathleen: You bet your life it isnít. Good night.
Cass: Did you bump off my bodyguard, you little devil?
Carl: What guard?
Cass: Where is he, Carl?
Carl: I don't know what you're talking about. I let myself in, and I assure you, Cass, there was nothing to stop me.
Cass: Isn't it a little late for a social call?
Carl: Oh, there's nothing social about this visit.
Cass: Did you have something else in mind?
Carl: Don't be so silly. This is business.
Cass: At 1:00 in the morning?
Carl: Yes, well, I was on my way home, I saw your shingle out front, I know how ambitious you are and I thought Iíd give you a call.
Cass: I want you out of my office now.
Carl: Now, Cass, if we're going to be working together, we really must develop an appearance of civility.
Cass: What are you talking about?
Carl: Amanda hasn't spoken to you?
Cass: I got a message from her, but I didn't have a chance to return her call.
Carl: Well, she insists on interviewing me for her old man's tabloid.
Cass: She already did that.
Carl: Well, she wants to do it again. She may even do it in installments. You know, like Charles Dickens' Little Dorrit. Do you know I'm actually popular?
Cass: What does this have to do with me?
Carl: As chief counsel for the Cory dynasty, I want some assurances that what goes into print won't be libelous.
Cass: Fine, I'll sit in.
Carl: I see.
Carl: Not a one.
Cass: Good. Anything else?
Carl: Well, yes, if you do have such distaste for me, I'm perfectly willing to postpone the interview until you appoint another lawyer.
Cass: That's not a problem for me, Carl.
Carl: Then I'll alert my attorneys.
Cass: What are you going to talk about?
Carl: What do you mean?
Cass: In the interview, what are you going to say?
Carl: It's up to little Amanda, isn't it?
Cass: That you can't make a move until you find out who in your organization has been telling tales? That's it, isn't it?
Carl: Good seeing you again.
Cass: You're stuck. You can't make a move. You're going to spend the rest of your life looking over your shoulder, wondering who's going to be blowing the whistle on you. Actually, that's a very pleasant thought.
Carl: Waiting for someone or something to show me the way. That's a line from a song. Now, of course, if you feel qualified to play in my league, you're most welcome. But you must ask yourself, do you really want me as an adversary in your life? Clear enough?
Dean: Oh, that is great champagne, great. I thought I had swiped the best bottle a couple of weeks ago from a place, but that? It's good.
Lorna: That came from my limo.
Dean: You brought your own champagne to a bar?
Lorna: Yeah, I was in the mood for something just a cut above moonshine.
Dean: Hmm, pretty pricey stuff.
Lorna: Learn something, Dean.
Lorna: If you're going to drink champagne, drink the best. Anything else is just beer in disguise.
Dean: Right, right. So they must pay you pretty good back there in New York, huh?
Lorna: They do.
Dean: Hmm. What company did you say you were with?
Lorna: Not with any one firm, Dean. I thought you figured that out by now.
Dean: Well, Lorna, we keep dancing around what you do and who you are, but you never quite get to telling me what you want from me, you see?
Lorna: Well, I want to see if that one song that I heard on your demo tape is just a fluke.
Dean: Oh, you kidding me? I got tons of stuff. I got songs, I got lyrics waiting for music. I got all kinds of stuff.
Lorna: Anything you'd let me hear now?
Dean: Never underestimate me, ok? I'm always prepared.
Lorna: Give me five minutes.
Dean: Ok. Where -- where you going?
Lorna: To my car.
Dean: You're going to listen to it right now, right this second?
Lorna: Is that ok with you?
Dean: Sure, sure, go ahead. Wait, why don't I -- why don't I come with you? I'll come with you.
Lorna: No, first listen I have alone.
Dean: Right, ok.
Lorna: I'll be back, trust me.
Dean: Wow. Did you see that woman? Did you see her?
Jenna: Yeah, I saw her.
Dean: That, Jenna, was the woman of my dreams.
Jenna: She is?
Dean: Oh, yeah, she likes my music and she's a bigwig from New York City -- big bigwig -- and she is going to change my entire life.
Jenna: Well, I can see why you're so excited.
Dean: Oh, yeah, you should've heard her, Jenna. She knows everything about the music industry, every single thing, and she is courting me -- she, me -- and with this champagne right here. It's $20 a swig.
Jenna: You've been drinking?
Dean: Yes, yes. And she came all the way to Bay City because she likes my demo. And I'm a little excited about that, all right? What are you doing here?
Jenna: Well, I think it's great.
Dean: It is, it's great. It's so great! What are you doing here?
Jenna: Oh, I couldn't sleep.
Dean: Uh-huh? Well, did you see Matt? Did you see him?
Dean: What happened? Is he with Lindsey?
Jenna: Yeah, but she left.
Dean: She did? Oh.
Jenna: He, um -- he told me that he likes me.
Dean: Oh, what else is new, right?
Jenna: And he also said -- oh, this is the best part --
Dean: My heart is pounding, Jenna, my heart is pounding. Go ahead.
Jenna: He said -- he said --
Dean: "He said"?
Jenna: That he thinks of me more than just a friend. Pretty amazing, isn't it?
Dean: Outstanding. Outstanding.
Jenna: He was so sweet and --
Dean: It's about time.
Matt: Hi, guys.
Lindsey: Hi there.
Cass: I think I'll just make a little call to the police, if that's all right with you, Carl.
Carl: Oh, the police. Oh, yes, I'm very popular with the police.
Cass: You know, I'm really puzzled. I had a guard, and now I don't have a guard. I want to know why. Yes, this is Cass Winthrop. Right. Well, my bodyguard seems to have disappeared and I'd like to know -- what do you mean, "hold please"?
Carl: It's good, though, you're not in any immediate danger, isn't it?
Cass: You can leave right now.
Carl: Cass? I'm no threat to you.
Cass: It's not me I'm worried about.
Carl: You know, I'm getting so tired of being regarded as a menace to society, and here I am, just a businessman.
Cass: Yeah, right and -- hello? Hello? Look, this is important, so please --
Well, while we're waiting, let me ask you something. What were you looking for here in the office?
Carl: I was looking for nothing but you.
Cass: Do you think I have some information on Kathleen's source? Because I don't, and you can believe that.
Carl: What is all this talk about a source?
Cass: Kathleen doesn't know who he is either -- or she. She's never met the person. Yes, look, this is really important. I'm trying to --
Carl: Real crackerjack security system you've got, Cass.
Cass: It's not going to work, Carl, none of it.
Carl: What are you on about now?
Cass: Just keep away from Kathleen.
Carl: Kathleen is of no use to me. Kathleen is no threat to me, and she has never been.
Cass: I wish you knew how true that was.
Carl: Good night.
Cass: What? What do you mean he got sick? He didn't even tell me he was leaving. Lady, I could've been killed.
Cass: What are you up to, Carl?
John: Why did you go down there alone?
Sharlene: John, Judy was about to bolt. I had to go alone and I had to go as Sharly. It was the only way I was going to get any information down there.
John: I'll get you out of here.
Sharlene: Look, John, John? Taylor is paying Judy to keep quiet. I'm sure of it. I was so close to getting Judy to talk.
Sharlene: She called me that night to go down to the warehouse -- Judy did -- and I don't think she had any idea what Taylor was doing and I don't think she cared why. It was just for the money, and that was that.
John: She admitted that to you?
Sharlene: No, John, but when I started pressing her about the warehouse, she had to make a phone call. I'm sure it was to Taylor.
John: How do you know?
Sharlene: Because just when I was getting arrested, Taylor shows up with a member of the hospital board.
John: You're kidding me.
Sharlene: No, no, Judy called Taylor. She must have told her I was asking questions, and -- and Taylor just took it from there.
John: Well, who did Taylor have with her?
Sharlene: Ben Turner.
John: Ah, Ben Turner. Of course.
John: He's the one that came onto you at the Pelican, right?
Sharlene: Yeah, when Sharly was out, and he's married.
John: That's right, he is married, so you could make this a very embarrassing situation for old Ben, couldn't you?
Sharlene: That's right, that's right.
John: Does Taylor know that?
Sharlene: I'm sure I told her in therapy, John. I'm sure of it. And now Ben can back Taylor up and make himself look like he's this big wonderful, solid citizen.
John: So Taylor has covered her tracks again.
Sharlene: And I am sitting in jail. I'm --
John: This has got to stop.
Sharlene: I don't know how to fight her, John. I donít.
Officer: You can go now. Lady's got some pull.
Taylor: Let's get you home, Sharlene. I'm so glad you're all right. The message I left for you in the hospital, John. I hated thinking of Sharlene being in here all alone. I got the charges dropped.
Taylor: I simply explained the situation.
John: What situation, Taylor?
Taylor: What are you so angry about? It's over. I fixed it.
John: What did you tell the police?
Taylor: I filled them in on Sharleneís history, and they were very understanding.
Sharlene: Oh, I'll just bet they were.
Taylor: They agreed to drop the charges after I assured them that she would seek psychiatric supervision.
Sharlene: No, you --
Taylor: It's just red tape.
John: What did you promise them?
Sharlene: John? It's been a long night. We should be very grateful that Taylor went to all this trouble. I -- I'd like to get out of here and see my son.
Taylor: I'm glad I could help.
Sharlene? I know you may not believe this anymore, but I care.
Sharlene: Oh, I know you do, and I will never forget it.
Ryan: Vicky, I -- no, I canít.
Vicky: Did you just say, "Vicky, no, I can't"?
Ryan: Yes, I did.
Vicky: What, what are you --
Ryan: Listen, we cannot make love right now.
Vicky: Yes, we can. I'll show you how.
Vicky: You have never been the hard-to-get type.
Ryan: I'm not the hard-to-get type. I'm still working.
Vicky: You're working?
Vicky: This isn't work, I promise you. This is --
Ryan: No. No, no, no, not --
Vicky: Yes, so you have to take your shirt off before I bite it off with my teeth.
Ryan: Vicky, I came back here because I miss you.
Ryan: But I'm still on duty.
Vicky: Well, don't you get a coffee break?
Ryan: I've got to make a phone call.
Vicky: I'm not very good at begging, but gosh, I'll try anything.
Ryan: I've got to call Kathleen.
Vicky: Kathleen? Kathleen can't help us.
Ryan: Vicky --
Vicky: Hmm? Golly, I'm sorry. Ok, what? What's going on?
Ryan: Well, maybe you'll get the gist of it by listening in.
Ryan: Hey, and no mauling me when I do this, please.
Vicky: My, my, aren't we difficult today.
Ryan: Hi, Kathleen? It's Ryan Harrison.
Kathleen: Something's happened.
Ryan: I'm sorry to be calling so late, but I really need to see you.
Kathleen: Why? Is it about Joe?
Ryan: Well, I've got to -- I have to see you. I can be over there in a few minutes.
Kathleen: Ryan, just tell me what happened.
Ryan: I'll be over there in a little bit. Get the picture?
Vicky: Joes dead, isn't he?
I can't take this anymore. I'
Dean: All right, then this Lorna, right, she asks me, "do you have a tape on you?" She took it, and she's in her limo right now listening to it.
Matt: Is she coming back in?
Dean: Uh, no, Matt, she's going to drive away with it and she's going to bootleg it and make a million dollars. Of course she's coming back.
Matt: Who does she work for?
Dean: She said that she's freelancing, sort of.
Matt: Well, that's precise.
Dean: Oh, Matt, come on, man, don't rain on my parade. I'm having an excellent day here.
Lindsey: Wait, I have a great idea. Why don't I just buy us all a round of drinks to celebrate?
Dean: Thank you.
Lindsey: Oh, I guess -- should I get you a soda or something, Jenna? Dean, why don't you help me carry those drinks? I think Jenna needs to talk to Matt.
Dean: Right, right, right behind you.
Matt: You look mad.
Jenna: I do?
Matt: I didn't expect to see you here tonight.
Jenna: I bet you didnít. You thought it was past my curfew, right?
Matt: Jenna, I never said I was going to stop seeing Lindsey.
Jenna: I know that.
Matt: I care about you.
Jenna: And you care about Lindsey.
Matt: And this is tricky because we're both friends with Dean.
Jenna: Matt, you don't owe me any explanations. You said you wanted to see the both of us, and I didn't run away.
Matt: I'm not going to get backed into a corner by either of you.
Jenna: So I've got to get used to seeing you with her. And she's going to have to get used to the same thing with me. We're taking turns, and tonight's Lindsey's.
Dean: All right, guys. Here you go. Here, Jenna.
Dean: Here she is, here she is. Lorna, these are my friends. This is Jenna, this is Lindsey, and this is Matt Cory. He's my partner. Remember I told you about him? The guy I told you about?
Matt: Nice to meet you.
Dean: So what'd you think, what'd you think?
Lorna: Heard a lot about you.
Dean: Yeah, him? He's been making a pest of himself on both coasts and everywhere in between.
Lorna: People are talking about you, Mr. Cory.
Matt: Oh, what people?
Lorna: Well, the Cory name carries a lot of weight in the business world.
Matt: My company has nothing to do with my family.
Lorna: Maybe not. But any project connected to the Corys is going to be watched very carefully by anyone who knows anything.
Dean: We have a lot going for us, you know? We have Matt's name, we have my music. What'd you think of the tape?
Lorna: I think it's a great tape.
Dean: So you liked it?
Lorna: Yeah, I think it has enormous potential.
Dean: Yes, yes, yes! So what's our first step? Do you guys want to talk alone? You want to be alone?
Lorna: Yeah, I think that'd be a good idea. Is that ok with you, Matt?
Matt: Uh, actually, no.
Dean: What? What'd you say?
Lorna: Something wrong?
Matt: No, no.
Dean: Matt, talk to the lady, would you? She's come a very far way.
Matt: There's nothing to talk about.
Dean: What, are you out of your mind?
Matt: Dean's not available.
Cass: This is not the answer.
Frankie: It's the only one I can come up with.
Cass: What about me? Don't I get a say in any of this?
Frankie: Cass, you have had all the say so far. Now it's my turn.
Cass: You can't just walk away from us.
Frankie: Do you really think that's what this means?
Cass: What else could it possibly mean, Frankie?
Frankie: Cass, listen to me. I love you.
Cass: Then why are you doing this?
Frankie: Listen to me! I love you so much that it hurts, but I cannot stay here while you're trying to decide who it is you love more.
Cass: That's not what I'm doing.
Frankie: There is a part of me that understands why you're doing what it is you're doing, but that doesn't mean I can handle watching you do it. Please understand.
Cass: When I told you I wanted to postpone the wedding, I -- I didn't mean for us to break up.
Frankie: I will not lie next to you while you're thinking of her. I know what this is doing to you.
Cass: What about you?
Frankie: I'm -- I am not great.
Cass: Yes, you are.
Frankie: No, don't. I -- honey, this -- you didn't do any of this. It's not your fault. I'm trying not to be angry at you and I am trying not to blame you.
Cass: But you're leaving me?
Frankie: I cannot stay here searching your eyes for some clue as to what it is you're going to do. I have to do this for me, Cass.
Cass: What does this mean for us?
Frankie: Nothing. It just means that I need a little time to think. And so do you, and we're not going to get that time if we're living together. You know I'm right.
Cass: I don't want you to go.
Frankie: Don't make this harder for me than it already is, Cass.
Cass: No, I mean you stay here and I'll stay at the law office.
Frankie: Ok. Are you sure?
Cass: I insist.
Frankie: Too many memories here for you, too, huh?
Cass: Mary Frances, I have memories of you wherever I go. I gather you were planning on leaving now.
Cass: I'll go pack.
Kathleen: What did you find out?
Ryan: I found his rental car at the Bay City Airport with the keys dropped off in the night box. No one fitting his description got onto a plane that night or any other night since the car was dropped off.
Kathleen: What else?
Ryan: I checked the mileage of the car against what it was when he got it. There were hundreds of miles on it.
Kathleen: But we only drove that around the city. There should only be 40, 50 miles on it tops.
Ryan: I figured that, so I -- I thought that maybe he wanted to cool off, drive around town for a little while and then bring it to the airport.
Kathleen: No, no, Joe would never do that. He hated driving.
Ryan: Kathleen --
Kathleen: He wouldn't do that.
Ryan: I know -- I know how he put all those miles on the car. He went out to the country and went to a lodge.
Kathleen: Someone saw him there?
Ryan: Yeah, the motel clerk positively identified him. He said he paid in advance in cash, and then he never saw him again. The car was left behind.
Kathleen: Well, then how did it get to the airport?
Ryan: Somebody picked it up.
Kathleen: Joe could've done that.
Ryan: It disappeared in the middle of the night.
Kathleen: So you think that, uh, someone killed Joe and went back for his car and took it to the airport.
Ryan: To get us off the track, yeah, send us on a wild-goose chase.
Kathleen: Ahem. What about the letter he sent me?
Ryan: What letter?
Kathleen: It's his handwriting.
Ryan: Are you sure?
Kathleen: I'm positive.
Ryan: Let me see that. "Dear Kathleen, don't worry about me. I need a little space. I'm sure you know why. You've got plenty of people to take care of you now. See you around." What's this? Is that, "ciao, Joe"?
Kathleen: Oh, my God. You're right. Joe's gone.
Dean: What do you mean, I'm not available?
Matt: You're not the first person to be interested in Dean's music. We have several other deals that we're looking at.
Dean: Oh, he's losing it. He's lost it. He's gone.
Lorna: Dean didn't tell me that.
Dean: Dean didn't know that. Dean didn't know that.
Lorna: Well, hmm, I'm just sorry I wasn't quicker on the draw.
Dean: No, no, wait, Lorna, things are not set in stone. You know what I'm saying? Isn't that right, Matt? Tell her that's right.
Lorna: I don't compete with other labels. Makes for bad blood. But if anything changes, do call. Good luck.
Jenna: It was nice meeting you.
Dean: Are you crazy, man? Are you crazy? We don't have any other chances. We don't have any other opportunities. That was the first, that was the last, and you just blew her off.
Matt: I know what I'm doing.
Dean: Ugh! Is this some sort of ego thing with you?
Dean: Is that it? I got the first contact and you couldn't handle it, is that it?
Matt: Dean, don't be an idiot, all right?
Dean: Ok, well, then, Matt, give me a picture, would you? Give me some big color picture, because I don't get it. I don't get it, Matt.
Matt: Ok, here comes an 8x10 glossy for you. You can't be overanxious with these people. You come out looking desperate.
Dean: We are desperate, Matt! We're desperate!
Jenna: Dean, take it easy.
Dean: How am I supposed to take it easy, Jenna, with a psychopath of a business partner who's got some sort ofÖ death wish for my career?
Matt: She's too cagey anyway, man.
Dean: "Cagey." What is "cagey"? What the hell is "cagey," Matt?
Matt: She's not half as important as she pretended to be.
Dean: Oh --
Matt: Who is she? Who does she work for? She sucked you in. She got you drunk.
Dean: Oh, yeah? Who are you calling drunk, bucko, huh?
Matt: Why are you having an attack?
Lindsey: Dean, look, Matt is not trying to mess things up for you, ok? I mean, he is working 18 hours a day trying to get you a record deal, isn't he?
Jenna: I know why you sent her away.
Dean: What did you say?
Jenna: I know why Matt sent Lorna away. He didn't like the way she was talking about the Cory family.
Dean: Wait, whoa, she didn't say anything bad about the Cory family.
Matt: Why do you think that?
Jenna: I was watching you. It was all over your face.
Lindsey: What are you talking about? You are crazy. Oh, oh, so she knows who Matt's family is. Everyone does, Jenna.
Jenna: Oh, well, maybe I'm wrong, Lindsey.
Dean: Yeah, all right, all right, thank you for the opinion, but you know what, I don't think that's the problem. I think the problem is that my partner is a moron! That's what I think the problem is.
Matt: Dean, can we talk about this tomorrow?
Dean: You'll be lucky if I'm even speaking to you tomorrow, all right, Matt?
Jenna: Dean, why don't you give me a lift home?
Dean: Fine, Jenna, let's go.
Matt: Dean, you know, if we're going to be partners, if we're going to work together, you're going to have to trust me.
Dean: Oh, well, you are making that very difficult, Matt. You know what, Lindsey -- you should take him home because he's getting delirious, I think. Let me tell you something else. If this was my big break and you ruined it for me, you're going to be sorry the day you met me. Come on.
John: Did you get him back to sleep?
Sharlene: Yeah, he was still hungry. Still hungry. Your mother said he slept the whole time I was gone.
John: Yeah, that's good.
Sharlene: Did you tell her what happened when you drove her home?
John: No. No, I didnít. Thank goodness she didn't ask.
Sharlene: John, I was gone over three hours. I was three hours late.
John: Sharlene, there's something that I haven't told you. I spoke with Taylorís sister-in-law the other day.
Sharlene: You know her?
John: I tracked her down. She lives in Chicago.
Sharlene: What did you find out?
John: She seems to think that Taylor may have had something to do with her brother's death.
Sharlene: How did he die?
John: Taylor told me that it was leukemia. Her sister-in-law said that he died of a heart attack... 37 years old, no history.
Sharlene: Somebody's lying.
John: I know.
Sharlene: Well, John, you can't make someone die of a heart attack.
John: You can if you know the right drugs.
Sharlene: And Taylor would. How do we find out?
John: I don't know that we can. Taylor had the body cremated before an autopsy was performed.
Sharlene: Oh, no. She really is a black widow, John. Why didn't you tell me any of this before?
John: Because I had such a hard time believing any of it myself.
Sharlene: And now you do?
John: She's a sick woman, Sharlene. She has to be stopped.
John: I don't know. I don't know. We've got to find some kind of concrete evidence that we can take either to the cops or to the hospital Ethics committee.
Sharlene: Ok, well, what we can start with is a list. We could just make a list of the things she's done and the things that we think she's done. Then we could try to verify them.
John: We've got to catch her at her own game. We've got to.
Kathleen: I can't believe I didn't notice this before.
Ryan: Kathleen, what is this "ciao" thing?
Kathleen: Joe would never, ever sign a letter like this.
Kathleen: Because he hated it. I mean, we used to say "ciao" as a joke. We lived in L.A. for a while.
Ryan: So he wouldn't even sign "ciao" as a joke?
Kathleen: Not in this letter. He was trying to tell me something was wrong.
Ryan: Can I see the letter? I'll have forensics do a workup on the handwriting. Maybe they can find something from the paper.
Kathleen: I was so relieved when I got that letter. I was so relieved that Carl hadn't hurt him. I didn't even pay attention --
Ryan: There was probably nothing you could've done.
Kathleen: I could've stayed away. She was right.
Kathleen: Ryan, is it starting?
Ryan: I don't know.
Kathleen: Carl is picking off the people who matter to me one by one.
Cass: Not used to packing for myself.
Frankie: Did you take enough socks?
Cass: Think so.
Frankie: And a sweater? It's still not summer.
Cass: I'll come back if I need anything. That's if that's ok with you.
Frankie: This is your house.
Cass: Ours, it's ours. I've got plenty of work to keep me occupied.
Frankie: The court date on the Nelson divorce was changed to Friday.
Cass: I remember.
Frankie: I think all of your papers are in there. But if you've forgotten anything, I'll drop by the office in the morning.
Cass: Thanks. Well --
Frankie: Get some
Cass: Yeah, you, too. Is Dean going to be here?
Frankie: No, he is going to be staying at the studio.
Cass: You want me to call him?
Frankie: No. I've got my posse.
Cass: Oh, right.
Frankie: Be careful.
Cass: I will.
Why the hell are we doing this?
Frankie: You know why.
Cass: This is our home. We made this together, and now I'm leaving you alone in it? It just doesn't make any sense.
Frankie: Cass, you have to go now. And when you come back, it has to be forever.
Cass: I don't have a really good one of us at the office, so...
Frankie: Oh! Oh, God.
John: That's quite a list.
Sharlene: I can't prove any of it, not a thing. The call from Judy that got me down to the warehouse, being locked in, and then Taylor ends up finding me -- my God, John.
John: It's hard to believe.
Sharlene: And then the little things, like her giving me the wrong date for my baby shower, and the nightgown and the charge card to Sharly's name. I just -- I'm not wrong about this, John, I'm not.
John: I know, I know.
Sharlene: I'm not. So we've got to stop her.
John: We will, Sharlene. We will.
Sharlene: I don't know, I don't know. I don't know what I'd do if you didn't believe in me. I really donít. She wants you. She wants Gregory. She wants to take my life away from me.
John: She's not going to get it.
Sharlene: No, she's not, John.
Taylor: The subject is now not only a danger to herself but to her husband and her child as well. She may even be a threat to the community, as she has lost all remorse and reason. The dominating personality of Sharly Watts has emerged and completely taken over the life of Sharlene Hudson. As her analyst, I'm aware of this, and she knows it. This leaves me no choice but to escalate the means of treatment and to end this unfortunate situation as soon as possible.
Ryan: Wait, now that I'm here, you don't want me?
Vicky: I was just -- I was thinking about Kathleen.
Ryan: Yeah, I hated telling her about Joe.
Vicky: I think she's still in love with Cass.
Ryan: I think you're right.
Vicky: I mean, she probably cared a lot about Joe.
Vicky: I know why she went into hiding.
Ryan: Well, there are a lot of reasons.
Vicky: She would've risked anything to protect Cass. I'd do the same thing.
Ryan: You don't have to protect me from anything.
Vicky: I would hate sitting around, wondering where you were, if you were alive or --
Vicky: Or dead.
Ryan: Shh. Listen to me for a minute. I'm here. I'm fine. And I'm not going to get myself into any trouble.
Ryan: Shudder to think of the possibilities of what would happen if my girlfriend found out.
Vicky: Oh, a fate worse than death.
Ryan: I think you're right.
Vicky: I need you.
Ryan: I need you, too, a lot. Let me think of a few ways that I can prove that to you.
Frankie: He should have brought this one.
Kathleen: Frankie, hi. It's Kathleen. I'm sorry if I woke you.
Frankie: I'm up.
Kathleen: Well, I guess that makes all of us. Listen, Frankie, I spoke to Ryan tonight and he gave me some news and, uh, I have to talk to Cass.
Frankie: I can't help you there.
Kathleen: He's not home?
Frankie: He's staying at the office, Kathleen, all right?
Kathleen: He's what?
Frankie: I'm sure he's still up. Call him if you need him.
[Answering machine beeps]
Cass' voice: You've reached the law office of Cass Winthrop. No one is here to take your call right now, but if you leave your name and number, someone will get back to you as soon as possible, thank you.
Kathleen: Cass? Cass, it's me... Kathleen. Um, listen, Cass, I just spoke to Frankie, and she said that you were there. Cass, something's happened and I need to talk to you. Are you -- are you sleeping? Maybe you don't want to talk. Will you call me in the morning? I hope you're ok.
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