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Another World Transcript Friday 3/30/07

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Paulina: What are you doing here?

Jake: I'm having some tea. Hello, congressman, how's the Senate race going? I haven't seen much of you in the papers lately.

Grant: Well, I wish I could say the same thing, Jake.

Paulina: You're having tea by yourself?

Jake: I was invited.

Paulina: Who in the Cory family would invite you here?

Rachel: I did.

Carl: Bella. Come in. Let me see you. You look ravishing.

Donna: Thank you.

Carl: I'm honored.

Donna: You needn't be, I didn't wear this to impress you.

Carl: Of course not. You please yourself, never the men in your life. Isn't that so? Do you want to have some champagne?

Donna: Now, if we're late, we'll lose our table at Tops.

Carl: Well, never mind about Tops. I have -- I have a unique in with the owner. Are you piqued? Are you? Because I'm a bit behind schedule.

Donna: Well, you said that you were running behind. Was it the interview with Amanda?

Carl: No. Take that from me, love. Something far more exciting. And I've decided we must celebrate.

Donna: Well, we'll do it at Tops.

Carl: There's no need to.

Donna: Why?

Carl: Because I'm in the mood for something much more intimate. We're dining here tonight. Cheers.

Ryan: Where is she?

Steven: Huh?

Ryan: Where is she? We've gotta find her. Where do you think she is -- do you think she's behind the sofa? Where is she? Underneath the table? Do you know where she is? [Gasps] Uh-oh. It's the door. The door is closed -- maybe we've gotta go find -- look behind the door. Do you think she's there?

Steven: Yeah?

Ryan: You think? Oh!

Vicky: You're back! Good boy! Hi, honey, good boy.

Ryan: What about me?

Vicky: I can't lift you over my head, but you're a very good boy, too.

Ryan: Well, thank you. Well, did you think you could fool us for that long?

Vicky: No, because you're pros, aren't you? Are you a pro?

Ryan: Did you know that Steven has decided to become a detective when he grows up?

Vicky: Really? Well, I guess there's no point in talking about that, is there?

Ryan: Absolutely. All right, it's Stevenís turn.

Vicky: No, it's Stevenís turn for beddy-bye.

Ryan: What, so soon?

Vicky: Yes. And after all this excitement, he's not going to go down very easily, are you?

Ryan: But we were having fun.

Vicky: I know. I think this could take --

Ryan: I want the batman.

Vicky: Two stories. You're taking him away. Ok, can you stick around?

[Doorbell rings]

Ryan: Yeah.

Vicky: Um, somebody's at the door.

Ryan: I'll go get that.

Vicky: Ryan's gonna get the door. Thank you.

Do you want to go read the story?

Ryan: Lieutenant.

Lieutenant: I'm not here to crash your date, Harrison. Something just came down.

Ryan: Fill me in.

Lieutenant: I wanted you to hear this from me. Captain Cooper canceled the protection order on your pals.

Ryan: He did what?

Lieutenant: Don't bust a gusset, it's the fiscal crisis. The word came down from the mayor himself. No guards for anyone except Kathleen McKinnon.

Ryan: Yeah, well, the mayor's got his head up his --

Lieutenant: Harrison.

Ryan: You know, Kathleen McKinnon isn't the only one in danger here. What about Cass Winthrop and his wife? Hutchins has got a clear shot at them now.

Cass: Frankie. Oh, boy, am I glad to see you.

Frankie: I knew you'd need these.

Cass: I need you.

Frankie: Don't start.

Cass: Frankie, where have you been for the past couple of hours? I've been trying to reach you.

Frankie: I've been at home doing the laundry.

Cass: You weren't answering the phone.

Frankie: Well, I unplugged it. I needed the quiet.

Cass: What, to meditate?

Frankie: No, to think.

Cass: Well, don't do that.

Frankie: Don't think?

Cass: Don't unplug the phone. Not while everything is still up in the air like this.

Frankie: Oh, I -- I'm sorry if I scared you. I -- I wasn't thinking about that.

Cass: There's a problem.

Frankie: What?

Cass: We're losing our security people.

Frankie: All of us?

Cass: Except Kathleen.

Frankie: Why?

Cass: Apparently, the mayor thinks that protecting you and me is costing the taxpayers too much, so...

Frankie: Oh. So, uh, no more bodyguards, huh?

Cass: Yeah, as of tonight. After this shift gets off, the next shift does not come on.

Frankie: Well, Carlís really gonna love that news, isn't he?

Cass: No kidding. Part of his strategy is to wait out everybody else, so...

Frankie: Thanks for telling me. I'll watch my back.

Cass: Well, you won't be the only one. I've hired us a private security firm.

Frankie: Please don't do that. I can handle this.

Cass: It's handled.

Frankie: You really have to stop this.

Cass: Stop what?

Frankie: Acting as if I'm your wife, because I'm not.

Rachel: Well, Grant and Paulina, I didn't expect you to stop by tonight.

Grant: Well, I hope it's not a bad time. We just thought we'd come by and surprise you.

Paulina: And instead we were surprised.

Rachel: Yes, well, I'm delighted. Would you like to sit down, Paulina?

Paulina: I didn't mean to be rude, Rachel, I just wasn't expecting to see Jake here.

Rachel: Yes, I could tell. Would either of you like some tea?

Paulina: No, thank you.

Grant: Not for me, thanks.

Rachel: Jake?

Jake: No, I'm good.

Paulina: So, I assume that Jamieís not here.

Rachel: No, he's not here. Jake and I were just discussing some business.

Paulina: What kind of business?

Rachel: Something I think you would be interested in.

Paulina: Let me guess. You were hoping to sell your story to Rachel.

Jake: Well, I don't think that Rachel would be interested in buying a story without an ending. My, my, my, time flies. I really have to be running.

Paulina: Hope we didn't interrupt anything.

Jake: No, actually, I was finished talking to Rachel. It's a shame, though, that we didn't get a chance to finish our little conversation.

Paulina: Conversation?

Jake: At the Cory spa, where I offered you the investment opportunity of a lifetime.

Grant: Well, is that so?

Rachel: Well, I'll walk you out.

Jake: No, I can find my way. Have a good evening, everyone.

Rachel: So, you are investing in something with Jake?

Iris: Jake.

Jake: Iris.

Iris: They let you in here?

Jake: I was invited for tea. Ciao.

Iris: Jake McKinnon in this house. Would somebody please tell me what's going on around here?

Donna: Carl, you're smiling like a Cheshire cat.

Carl: A deal completed strictly on your own terms is so satisfying.

Donna: Why don't you tell me about it?

Carl: You don't want to talk about business. You always found it tedious.

Donna: I've changed.

Carl: Oh, tell me.

Donna: You tell me. Have you unloaded a savings and loan before close on a few mortgages?

Carl: Heavens to Betsy, since living with Michael Hudson, you've become a corporate wife.

Donna: No, I ran my own business while you were doing time.

Carl: Hmm. Well, unlike you, I never mix business with pleasure.

Donna: I'd feel more comfortable if we went to Tops.

Carl: But I've already arranged for us to have dinner here.

Donna: Good, then you eat it. I'm going to Tops.

Carl: But it was your comfort I was thinking about when I made the change in plans.

Donna: Why?

Carl: Your Michael will be dining this evening with Stacey Winthrop at Tops.

Donna: Oh, really?

Carl: Seems it's the only restaurant he knows.

Donna: Well, I'm not intimidated by Michael and Stacey.

Carl: You are so willful. You want to run into them, don't you?

Donna: That's absurd.

Carl: Perhaps you'd even like to spy on him and his new friend.

Donna: I do not.

Carl: Do you want to watch them, Donna? Do you? You know, if you and I go to Tops, we're just going to be an item in the society column. Do you want that? I mean, your divorce isn't even final yet.

Donna: I have no intention of going into hiding, divorce or no divorce.

Carl: You don't have to prove anything to me. If you tell me it's all over between you and the stable boy, it's all over.

Donna: It is.

Carl: Such pride. You'd flaunt yourself in front of him, wouldn't you? I admire the instincts, but I won't indulge you.

Donna: You're not going to take me to Tops?

Carl: Not tonight. That would make the evening about you and Michael. I prefer to -- well, obviously, I'd prefer it to be about you and me.

Michael: Well, the worst thing was getting your machine twice while I was trying to return the three messages you left on my machine.

Stacey: Well, after I missed you because you were out of the office.

Michael: Well, you were in court.

Stacey: You were in meetings.

Michael: I think we work way too much.

Stacey: I missed you.

Michael: I missed you, too. But I tell you, you know what's helped me get through this week?

Stacey: The fact that we could fax each other?

Michael: I don't think we faxed enough. You know, making love to you was so...

Stacey: Right?

Michael: Yeah. Why do you look so sad?

Stacey: I was just thinking, um, about how you left kind of abruptly, and it wasn't exactly my favorite moment of the evening.

Michael: I'm sorry, I -- I had to leave.

Stacey: No, I understood. I just didn't like it. In fact, it bothered me a lot. And the next time that we're together, I'd like it if you stayed all night.

Michael: All or nothing, huh?

Stacey: Mm-hmm.

Michael: Well -- how about tonight? I mean, maybe I could get it right if we tried tonight.

Stacey: Tonight?

Michael: Mm-hmm.

Stacey: All night?

Michael: I want very much to wake up next to you -- a lot.

Kathleen: Felicia.

Felicia: Hi, honey. I'm glad you could make it.

Kathleen: You didn't have to ask twice, I'm not exactly booked up.

Felicia: Well, that's good. It is good. I mean, this way we can talk all night until one of us gets laryngitis and loses.

Kathleen: I missed you.

Felicia: Come on, sit down. You hungry?

Kathleen: No, not really.

Felicia: No? Well, then I'll do the ordering, and maybe I can change your mind. How's that?

Kathleen: Felicia, something's happened. Something really bad.

Felicia: Like what?

Kathleen: It's about Joe.

Felicia: So you heard from him again?

Kathleen: No. Ryan has kept contact with the feds and no one has heard from Joe since the night he left.

Felicia: Honey, you got that note.

Kathleen: I'm convinced now that he was coerced into writing that.

Felicia: You're sure?

Kathleen: Felicia, the feds tracked him to a hotel in the country. He had signed in and then disappeared overnight. And later on, his car disappeared and was later found at the airport. It's like he's vanished.

Felicia: So you think that something really has happened to him?

Kathleen: So does Ryan.

Felicia: Does Cass know about any of this?

Kathleen: Oh, yeah, I had to tell him. I didn't want to add this to the list of his problems.

Felicia: Well, I think this should be at the top of his list. I mean, he could be next.

Kathleen: Cass hasn't told you, has he?

Felicia: About this? No.

Kathleen: No, about Frankie.

Felicia: What about her?

Kathleen: Cass has moved out.

Felicia: Oh, my God. I don't know what I'm supposed to say.

Kathleen: He didn't talk this over with you?

Felicia: No. I didn't know.

Kathleen: So you have no idea what he's --

Felicia: What he's thinking? No, I donít.

Kathleen: Well, he moved in to his office. Frankie's still at the house, at least until he sorts this out.

Felicia: Well, kid -- I mean, this is what you wanted, isn't it?

Kathleen: Well, yes, I mean, I wanted him to think about things. I wanted him to know that I loved him and to make a choice.

Felicia: Well, it sounds to me like that's what he's trying to do.

Kathleen: Great, so let's break out the champagne.

Felicia: What is it? Come on. What, are you feeling guilty about Joe?

Kathleen: Yeah. And Frankie.

Felicia: I do wonder how Frankie is handling this.

Kathleen: Ah, she's probably handling it better than I am.

Felicia: What does that mean?

Kathleen: Cass is so strange with me now. He's distant. Even though they're separated, he still loves her. That hasn't changed, and I don't know if that ever will.

Cass: Do you think I've stopped worrying about you, dreaming about you, loving you?

Frankie: I don't know what you do. I don't know anything anymore. I keep asking myself are you going to be in my life next year, and I don't know the answer.

Cass: I'll always be in your life.

Frankie: As what, Cass? As my friend? My husband? What?

Cass: Don't do this. Don't give up on me. I miss you. I miss us. I want to hold you, I want to feel you against me --

Frankie: This is not fair to me. A part of you wants that, and another part of you wants Kathleen. Now, maybe you can live with that, but I canít.

Cass: I left so that I could change that.

Frankie: Yeah, while you're out there thinking, I'm just hanging on. Because to tell you the truth, Cass, I don't even know who I am anymore. I'm either this incredible shrew or a total wimp. I --

Cass: Mary Frances, you're beautiful.

Frankie: I -- I can't --

Cass: You just came over here to drop off the files? That's it?

Frankie: Yes, that's it. And mine are in that stack, too. I want you to hire another investigator.

Cass: You're not even gonna work with me?

Frankie: I can't, Cass. Everything I touch, I --

Cass: Fine, we don't have to work, let's just talk for a few minutes. Frankie!

Ryan: Hutchins is nothing more than a killer in an expensive suit. Don't buy into his act.

Lieutenant: You're too involved, Harrison, just do your job.

Ryan: Did you even bother to read the file on this guy? He's beaten more felony raps than --

Lieutenant: I know who Hutchins is.

Ryan: Well, then don't tie my hands.

Lieutenant: Last time I checked, either me or the captain gave the orders.

Ryan: Lieutenant, if we do this thing, Cass Winthrop and his wife are going to be set up. Come on, give them 24 hours to find alternative security!

Lieutenant: The mayor ain't budging on this. Stop busting my chops.

Ryan: That's not what I'm doing.

Lieutenant: The law says Hutchins paid his debt to society. We can't tail him forever.

Ryan: Oh, come on, just give him a few more days.

Lieutenant: We've been on him for weeks and we've got nothing.

Ryan: What about Joe Barren?

Lieutenant: Even the feds aren't sure if he split on his own or got whacked.

Ryan: So, what are we supposed to do? Just wait for a body to turn up and then do something?

Lieutenant: No body, no case.

Ryan: Oh, come on, Joe wouldn't do this to Kathleen, not when she's in so much danger.

Lieutenant: That's real sweet, Ryan, but we've got other crimes in this city. Shootings and holdups and drug busts, and my men are not watching the flowers grow --

Ryan: Yeah, well, who's watching Kathleen McKinnon?

Lieutenant: For the time being, the feds are. This case is officially over for us.

Ryan: Don't do this.

Lieutenant: We don't need you to coordinate protection. You are being reassigned.

Vicky: Lieutenant, it is so nice to see you again. Ryan's been telling me how much he loves his new boss.

Ryan: Vicky, donít.

Lieutenant: Well, he may have a new one real soon if he doesn't watch his step.

Vicky: Oh, now, you don't mean that.

Ryan: Not now, Vicky.

Lieutenant: The operation is over. No discussion, end of subject. Got it?

Vicky: Yes, he does. Please, thank you for coming by. It's always nice to see you, and please come by again if you want. Are you crazy?

Ryan: What, you, too?

Vicky: You want your new boss to hate you?

Ryan: I don't care if he hates me or if he fires me.

Vicky: Oh.

Ryan: Cass and Frankie are in for it now, and it's all politics, and there's nothing I can do about it.

Vicky: It's out of your hands.

Ryan: Listen, Cass will be coming over in a little while, and then maybe we can do something.

Vicky: You don't give up, do you?

Ryan: Would you?

Vicky: That's not fair.

Ryan: Would you take that?

Vicky: No. Ah, come here, you big jerk.

Rachel: Iris, what brings you over here?

Iris: First you tell me what is Jake McKinnon doing here, and who let him in?

Rachel: I did. I needed to speak with him.

Iris: So that's why you left the office early?

Rachel: Iris, I have guests here.

Iris: Grant.

Grant: Well, Iris.

Paulina: Hello, Iris.

Iris: Paulina -- my, my, you have quite a crowd, Rachel. Are you sure you've got time for me?

Rachel: Grant, maybe you'd like to see the gardens, they're lovely this time of year. I'm sure Iris will take you around.

Iris: Now?

Rachel: Yes.

Grant: Well, it sounds very inviting, but I --

Iris: Look, I -- I'd better get back to the office.

Rachel: Oh, really, you shouldn't miss the gardens this time of year.

Paulina: Come on, Grant, I'll show you.

Rachel: No, I'd really rather Iris take him out. I need to talk with you privately. Excuse me?

Iris: Oh, yeah, yeah, of course. You know, you really can't miss the blossoms. Washington is the only place that has them, you know.

Grant: Really?

Paulina: What is it?

Rachel: It's Jake.

Paulina: What did he say to you?

Rachel: I would like to ask you more questions about the money you gave him.

Paulina: Stay out of it, Rachel.

Rachel: Excuse me?

Paulina: It's my business. Just leave it alone please.

Rachel: Why should I leave it alone?

Cass: So, they're just gonna let Carl go about his business?

Ryan: Yeah, well, you can't buck this, it's coming down from the mayor himself.

Cass: Great. And Frankie won't let me hire any private guards for her.

Vicky: You really think Carl wants to go after Frankie?

Cass: He knows that she's connected to me, and I'm the one who brought Kathleen out of hiding.

Vicky: But you're not married anymore.

Ryan: Vicky.

Vicky: I'm only saying that because it's better for her. Carl has nothing personal against Frankie. Not like he does Kathleen, right?

[Doorbell rings]

Vicky: Excuse me. Carlos.

Carlos: Hi, Vicky.

Vicky: Come on in.

Ryan: Hey, Carlos.

Carlos: Hey, man. You know the lieutenant's on the warpath?

Ryan: Yeah, he was just here.

Carlos: Yeah, what the heck did you say to him?

Ryan: It wasn't me, it was the mayor.

Carlos: Yeah, well, how come the mayor isn't doing night patrol?

Ryan: Are you serious?

Carlos: That's right, we're on the road again, in a squad car.

Ryan: Since when?

Carlo: 10 minutes ago. Car's out front, come on.

Ryan: Oh, give me a break.

Vicky: You've got to go?

Ryan: Uh, listen, we'll have to pick this up tomorrow. In the meantime, be careful.

Cass: I will, and you, too.

Ryan: And you, keep everything locked up tight. Anything suspicious, I want to know about it.

Vicky: Well, I'm sure you'll check up on me.

Ryan: You know I will.

Vicky: See you.

Ryan: Yeah.

Cass: Well, I suppose I better get back to the office.

Vicky: Hey, you want to stay for a sandwich? I was just going to make myself one.

Cass: Oh, no, thanks.

Vicky: Oh, come on, it would save you a trip to the deli. I could put on some nice, hot coffee.

Cass: You're a little nervous about being here alone, huh?

Vicky: I'm not alone. I've got Steven.

Cass: You're worried that Carl might stop by.

Vicky: Oh, I am sure if he thought I would be of use to him, he wouldn't hesitate.

Cass: How would you fit in?

Vicky: Carl and I go way back. I just keep thinking about all the things he did to Marley.

Cass: That's a long time ago.

Vicky: Cass, you haven't stopped thinking about all of the things he's done, have you?

Cass: No. Never. I just wish I knew what he was up to.

Vicky: I thought he wanted Kathleen.

Cass: He insists that's not true, that he's a legitimate businessman these days.

Vicky: Oh, please, you don't buy that garbage, do you?

Cass: Not for a second.

Vicky: Ryan's been telling me that nobody who knows him is safe.

Cass: You listen to Ryan. He's right.

Carl: How's your lobster?

Donna: Delicious.

Carl: The little fellows were flown in from Maine.

Donna: You always have liked things with claws, Carl.

Carl: That's what first attracted me to you, my sweet. Would you like me to crack that open for you? It would be my pleasure. You know, it's always fascinated me that within this somewhat repugnant creature's armor there exists such sweet and succulent flesh.

Donna: You haven't changed. Everything you say manages to sound dirty.

Carl: Ah.

[Phone rings]

Carl: Excuse me.

Yes? How unfortunate. When? Anyone else? I see. Stay where you are and I'll get right back to you. I must leave you and the lobster for just a moment, Bella. My deepest apologies.

Donna: Go ahead.

Carl: I won't be long.

Donna: Take as long as you like. Great.

[Phone rings]

Felicia: Tops.

Donna: Hello, Felicia, it's Donna.

Felicia: Donna, where are you? You had a reservation for two, right?

Donna: I called to cancel.

Felicia: Don't you think it's a little late for that? We were expecting you over an hour ago.

Donna: I know, but I'm with Carl, and he hasn't given me a chance to use the phone.

Felicia: Carl Hutchins? Where?

Donna: At his suite.

Felicia: You're not there by yourself?

Donna: Yes.

Felicia: Oh, my God, Donna. Are you all right? No, you're not, you're probably out of your mind.

Donna: This evening isn't exactly what I expected.

Felicia: Donna, are you talking in code?

Donna: Yes. Well, actually, Carl has been very entertaining in the kind of peculiar way that he -- he can be, if you know what I mean.

Felicia: Yeah, I know exactly what you mean. So you're stuck there.

Donna: Yes, for a little while, until Carl decides to let me go home.

Felicia: Now, listen to me, Donna you be careful. Don't let him intimidate you. Where are you exactly? I'll call the police.

Donna: Felicia, I have to go. He's coming back. Oh, she bought it. She bought it.

Carl: Well. Look who's found an appetite.

Donna: Mmm, all of a sudden I've become totally famished.

Stacey: Oh, this breeze feels so good, doesn't it?

Michael: Mm-hmm. You want a brandy?

Stacey: Do you?

Michael: Only if you do.

Stacey: No, not really.

Michael: Good. Then, why don't we go --

Stacey: Mm-hmm.

Felicia: Oh, boy.

Michael: Hmm?

Felicia: I'm so sorry, you guys.

Stacey: Felicia, hi. [Laughs]

Felicia: I really am.

Michael: It's all right. What? It's just that I got a phone call, Michael.

Michael: For me?

Felicia: Maybe. Well, indirectly, at least.

Michael: Felicia, I'm sorry, I don't follow you.

Felicia: I wouldn't normally tell you about this, but if anything should happen, I would feel so responsible.

Michael: For what? Who?

Felicia: Donna. She's with Carl. She's in his suite.

Frankie: Excuse me, have you seen Felicia?

Maitre d': I just saw her go on the terrace.

Frankie: Oh, great, thanks. Kathleen.

Kathleen: Hi.

Frankie: Hi. Excuse me.

Kathleen: You're here for the same reason I am, aren't you?

Frankie: I don't think so.

Kathleen: You here to talk to Felicia about Cass?

Frankie: Yes, I am.

Kathleen: See?

Frankie: Yeah, I do see. We had the same husband, now we have the same good friend.

Kathleen: Frankie...

Frankie: What about the same coloring? You want to take my lipstick, too?

Kathleen: We have to talk.

Frankie: I'm talking, Kathleen. I'm trying to be polite. What more do you want from me?

Kathleen: I know Cass moved out, and I'm really sorry about that. I know that doesn't sound like much.

Frankie: No, you're right, it doesnít. Because I don't believe you, any more than I believe I'd be sorry if you got on a plane and flew out of our lives forever.

Frankie: You've wanted Cass back from the first moment I saw you two together. Remember in the garage at the hospital? You nearly jumped out of your skin when you thought he'd been shot.

Kathleen: Yes, I remember that.

Frankie: Of course, I suspected way before then.

Kathleen: Frankie, I am really sorry I hurt you.

Frankie: Don't bother telling me that again, ok?

Kathleen: I'm just trying to be honest here.

Frankie: Then be honest with yourself for a change. This is what you wanted from the first moment you sneaked into Jakeís room.

Kathleen: That is not true.

Frankie: Oh, come on, Kathleen. You never stopped loving Cass.

Kathleen: I told myself I did. I worked on it like crazy. But you're right about one thing, Frankie. When I saw Cass again and I spent some time with him, I just couldn't pretend anymore. And neither could Cass.

Frankie: Cass never had to pretend anything with me.

Kathleen: Well, you're obviously a much better person than I am, Frankie. At least it's out in the open now, and, believe it or not, it's better this way.

Frankie: Maybe you're right. Now that we've got the false, polite pretenses out of the way, we can really deal with this thing.

Kathleen: And face things.

Frankie: Yes, and I want you to face this -- I'm not giving up.

Kathleen: You've made that quite clear, Frankie.

Frankie: It's Cass' choice.

Kathleen: Yes, it's Cass' choice.

Frankie: And he hasn't come back to you, has he?

Kathleen: Where's your guard?

Frankie: Where's my guard?

Kathleen: Yes, where is your guard?

Frankie: He's the victim of a budget cut.

Kathleen: You're alone?

Frankie: Yeah, the mayor decided that protecting Cass and I was an expense the city could do without.

Kathleen: Cass, too? He didn't tell me that.

Frankie: It just happened.

Kathleen: This is the worst time for this to happen.

Frankie: We knew it wasn't going to last forever, Kathleen.

Kathleen: No, Frankie, you don't understand. Cass met with Carl and really riled him up.

Frankie: Purposely?

Kathleen: I don't know that, but Cass said that he was on edge, and I just have this feeling that Carl has set his sights on Cass now.

Frankie: Why would he do that? You're the only one that knows what Carl wants, right? Right, Kathleen?

Kathleen: I -- I can't talk about this right now.

Frankie: Oh, this is great. And Cass got Carl angry?

Kathleen: I -- I only had some comfort because I thought that the cops were protecting him.

Frankie: Ok, ok, this is really bad, this is really bad.

Kathleen: We have to talk to him.

Frankie: Right. He's talking to Ryan at Vickyís. Let's go. Get your stuff.

Kathleen: I'll drive.

Felicia: Michael, I know I dropped a bomb with this news.

Michael: No, you didn't, Donna did.

Felicia: Look, why don't I let you guys talk about this and decide what you want to do, and let me get out of here. Ok, I'm sorry, Stace.

Stacey: Oh, donít even think about it. So, do you think you should go over there and see if she's all right?

Michael: No, no, I want to be here with you.

Stacey: But she could be in some sort of trouble.

Michael: No, Donna can handle Carl better than anyone can.

Stacey: Look, you are not going to be able to relax about this. I know you're worried.

Michael: This is a setup.

Stacey: I know.

Michael: She just wants me to rush over there.

Stacey: Mm-hmm. So what are you going to do?

Michael: As much as I'd like to know that she's all right, truth is I don't have to see it.

Stacey: My brother will go over.

Michael: Do you know where Cass is?

Stacey: Yeah, he's at Vickyís.

Michael: Really? Good.

Vicky: Hello?

Michael: Hi, honey.

Vicky: Hi, Dad, how are you?

Michael: I'm ok. Look, I don't mean to cut you short here, but is Cass there? I need to talk to him.

Vicky: Sure. I love you. It's for you. It's my Dad. Love, Michael.

Michael: Cass, I need you to do me a little favor, but I don't want you to let on to Vicky. It might upset her.

Cass: Yeah, sure.

Rachel: Are you protecting Jake?

Paulina: No.

Rachel: Then you shouldn't mind that I was telling him to stay away from --

Paulina: I can handle Jake.

Rachel: I don't think you're doing a very good job. Why did you give him all that money?

Paulina: I told you. To help him out.

Rachel: He hurt you, so you write him out a big check?

Paulina: He's at the bottom. He has no job, he doesn't have any money, he's got no friends.

Rachel: Except you.

Paulina: I know what that feels like.

Rachel: Well, if you're just doing it to be kind, you shouldn't mind that I talked to him.

Paulina: He still has some pride. I told him that I'd keep it between us.

Rachel: It looked to me like you were upset to see him here.

Paulina: I was shocked to see him here, and I was concerned that Jamie or Marley might walk in the door, and what they might think if they saw him.

Rachel: It looked to me as though you were worried about what he might be telling me.

Paulina: No. Just Jamie and Marley.

Rachel: Jake you, Paulina. He hurt you.

Paulina: I know that, Rachel.

Rachel: It's ok for Marley and Jamie to be angry with him, but not you?

Paulina: No, I didn't say that. Actually, part of the reason why I did give him money was so that he could get out of all of our lives.

Rachel: Did he ask you for money?

Paulina: Why do I feel like I am on trial here?

Rachel: Because I'm trying to make sense out of something that doesn't make any sense.

Paulina: Besides, isn't it my money to do with what I feel like?

Rachel: Yes, of course it is.

Paulina: Well, then why are you checking up on me? I thought all that was over with.

Rachel: Well, we're a family now. I thought that's what you wanted. Families look out for each other. They make sure no one hurts them.

Paulina: I have not done anything to hurt anybody.

Rachel: Fine, then you shouldn't mind if I talk to Jamie about this.

Paulina: Well, I think that will make him very upset. But if that's what you want to do, go ahead.

Grant: It's very charming, this place.

Iris: Yes.

Grant: You know, it's too bad that I can't say the same about you. You've been making cracks about Paulina ever since we left the house.

Iris: Grant, why won't you listen to me? You know, it was right here that I heard her and Ken Jordan planning to defraud Rachel.

Grant: Why don't you give it a rest?

Iris: Because you don't know about their little scheme to have Paulina accepted as my father's daughter, do you?

Grant: No, thankfully, I donít.

Iris: Well, it worked. Rachel took her in, she's a phony, and I'm still in shock.

Grant: Why don't you leave Paulina alone?

Iris: You don't know her the way I do. She went after my father's name and his money. She got them both, and now she's after yours.

Grant: You've never given her a chance.

Iris: Ok, ok, don't listen to me. You'll find out yourself in time. But I did -- I did tell you that things between her and Jake weren't over. I suppose you didn't want to believe that either, did you?

Grant: No, because it wasn't true, that's why.

Iris: Oh, you think that everybody turning up tonight was just a coincidence?

Grant: Yes, I do. She -- she was shocked when she saw Jake.

Iris: Grant, she is so smart. She's using you. You're giving her the entree into society. What is she giving you? I mean, apart from the obvious.

Grant: You know, you are really something, Iris. I don't know what happened in your life to make you such a miserable woman, but whatever it is, don't try and take it out on the rest of us, all right?

Iris: You know, you're setting yourself up for a fall, both politically and privately. And it's such a waste.

Grant: I'm not going to lose her.

Iris: How do you know that?

Grant: Because I love her.

Iris: I'm hearing things.

Ryan: Got it. Hutchins got to the mayor.

Carlos: Listen to yourself, man. You're losing it again.

Ryan: No, no, Hutchins lays low until the mayor pulls back on security, and then, boom, he makes his move.

Carlos: Even if you were right --

Ryan: And I am right.

Carlos: What can we do about it?

Ryan: We can swing by the law office, go to their house, take a look.

Carlos: We're supposed to be on patrol, Ryan.

Ryan: Yeah, well, since when have we ever done what we're supposed to do?

Carlos: The things I do for you, man.

Grant: You're right, Rachel, it's beautiful outside.

Rachel: Good, you enjoyed yourselves.

Iris: Uh, yes, I was very helpful.

Grant: Listen, if you don't mind, Rachel, I would like to steal Paulina here for a few minutes.

Iris: She'll try to bear up.

Rachel: Fine, go ahead.

Paulina: Um, maybe you'd like to come with us?

Rachel: No, no, it's all right. Go on.

Paulina: Are you sure?

Rachel: Yes, I've seen them.

Grant: We'll be in the gazebo.

Iris: Grant and Paulina. Will wonders never cease?

Rachel: You disapprove?

Iris: I'm speechless.

Rachel: Ah, that's why you didn't quiz me about Jake.

Iris: I trust Jake. How does she do it?

Rachel: What?

Iris: Grant just told me that he's in love with Paulina.

Rachel: He did?

Iris: I wouldn't make up something that nauseating, believe me.

Rachel: I had no idea it was that serious.

Iris: He thinks it is.

Rachel: I believe she cares about him quite a bit, too. That's good. Her life is turning around.

Iris: Then why don't you sound more convinced?

Paulina: Isn't this romantic?

Grant: All right, now, would you please fill me in? What is going on here tonight?

Paulina: It's just what I was afraid of. Jake is trying to get Marley back, and Jamieís going crazy.

Grant: So that's what Jake was doing here tonight?

Paulina: Yes, Rachel wanted to speak to him. She was hoping that I would talk to him, but told her I read

Grant: You don't think Rachel had any luck, huh?

Paulina: No, no, and she's terrified that Jake is going to crash Jamieís wedding.

Grant: Why would he do that?

Paulina: Are you kidding? If Jake can't have Marley, he would ruin her wedding in a second.

Grant: You seem to know an awful lot about him.

Paulina: Yes, I do. And that's why I'm so worried.

Grant: That's what Rachel wanted to talk to you about?

Paulina: Well, what did you think?

Grant: Iris told me that there was a lot more between the two of you than --

Paulina: Well, she's wrong. You know, Grant, after tonight I know that getting Jake started somewhere else, somewhere far away from here, is the best thing for everyone.

Grant: So, you want me to set up a job offer for him.

Paulina: Could you do it right away?

Grant: Sure.

Paulina: And this has to be between us. He can't trace this back to us. He's very proud, you know?

Grant: I know. I'll go make some phone calls right now.

Paulina: In the house?

Grant: No, in my car.

Paulina: Good.

Grant: You coming?

Paulina: No, I think I'll stay here and just enjoy the peace.

Grant: All right, I'll come back after you as soon as I'm finished, all right?

Paulina: Grant? Thank you for doing this for me.

Grant: I just want you to know that I'm doing this for myself as much as for anyone else. The less you see Jake, the better I like it.

Paulina: Thank you.

Jake: Nice evening.

Paulina: How long have you been here?

Jake: Long enough to hear that you and Grant have big, big plans for me.

Paulina: You're broke, Jake. Grant has a lot of connections. He could get you a great job.

Jake: "Far, far away," right?

Paulina: You said you wanted to start afresh. This is your chance.

Jake: Let me guess. You're only trying to help me out, right?

Paulina: That's right, I am.

Jake: I appreciate that, I really do. There's only one problem. No matter how big the offer is, I got to refuse it.

Paulina: Don't say that.

Jake: I can't leave Bay City.

Paulina: There is nothing left for you here.

Jake: I intend to change that. Like I said, I'm starting over.

Paulina: That's not possible.

Jake: Yes, it is, and you're going to help me.

Paulina: How? You need clients to run a business. Everybody hates you!

Jake: Once I get my studio back, Paulina, everybody will realize how wrong they were about me.

Paulina: Not Marley.

Jake: Everybody!

Paulina: You're dreaming.

Jake: I'm going to turn it all around, Paulina. And you're going to help me. I'll let you know how.

Paulina: Yeah? Well, then, you better start being nice to me.

Jake: No, I think I'll let congressman Harrison do that. He's the one that loves you so much.

Paulina: I'm not afraid of you, Jake.

Jake: And you wouldn't want to do anything to mess that up. I'll be in touch.

Frankie: Is Cass here?

Vicky: No, not anymore.

Kathleen: Do you know where he went?

Vicky: Uh, no, no, he just left. What are you two doing together?

Frankie: We're looking for Cass, it's very important.

Vicky: Yes, I -- I guess it is, but he's not here.

Kathleen: You don't have any idea where he went?

Vicky: No. He just rushed out.

Frankie: He rushed out.

Kathleen: Great.

Donna: Mmm. Just a tiny --

Carl: Just --

Donna: A tiny bit.

Carl: You know, my dear, you look a bit flushed. It's quite becoming on you.

Donna: So, you still find me attractive?

Carl: Does that tell you?

[Pounding on door]

Carl: Who the hell is that?


Cass: Donna.

Donna: Cass.

Carl: May I ask, what are you doing here?

Ryan: Carlos, come in, man.

Carlos: Ryan, what's happening?

Ryan: I'm not sure, but the place is unsecured.

Carlos: Any sign of break-in?

Ryan: I'm going to find out.

Carlos: Look, you get back to me as fast as you can. I don't like this at all.

Ryan: I'm going in, man. Cass? Cass?

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