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Another World Transcript Thursday 4/5/07
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Vicky: Ok, slowly. Be careful, Grant. Careful with him. Ok, go right in here.
Ryan: Easy does it, Grant.
Vicky: Come on, sweetheart, let's take it slow. We'll take you right to the couch.
Ryan: Oh, boy.
Vicky: All right, there you go. Sit down. Careful, careful.
Ryan: Oh, yeah, not funny. Stop fussing.
Vicky: I am going to take care of you, like it or not, and I can do it better from here.
Grant: Sit back.
Ryan: You're playing -- you don't have to play nurse.
Vicky: You can't even move your arm. Now you would be a real quick draw if Carl decided to surprise you again.
Grant: Well, Ryanís seen too many westerns. He thinks the good guy always wins.
Ryan: I can't just sit around like this.
Vicky: Uh-uh, uh-uh, the doctor said bed rest. Sit, sit, sit, sit.
Grant: Ryan, just don't give her a hard time.
Vicky: Now, I have got your lunch all ready in the fridge. Oops.
Ryan: Grant, get me out of here. I am not an invalid.
Grant: I'll get your suitcase. Be right back.
Hey, Carlos. No, no, they sprung me. Yeah, what's coming down? Who said I was off duty? I don't care, just -- just tell me what's going down.
Ok, I'll be right in.
Vicky: You just got out of the hospital.
Ryan: Just checking in.
Vicky: You are not supposed to go back to work, Ryan.
Ryan: Vicky, I have to find out who did this to me.
Vicky: You already know it was probably one of Carlís goons. Ryan, what are you trying to do, give him a chance to get it right?
Iris: All right, Jake, fill me in.
Jake: What would you like to know?
Iris: I want to know why you and Rachel had that little tea party yesterday.
Jake: She invited me.
Jake: And I'm in no position to turn down free food. That's why I'm here. As a matter of fact, this is my third shrimp cocktail. I figure, what the hell, you're paying for it, right?
Iris: Cut to the chase, Jake. You're up to something, and I want to know what it is.
Cass: I didn't leave you to go to Kathleen.
Frankie: And maybe that's our problem.
Cass: No, I don't understand that.
Frankie: Cass, I never thought I would hear myself say this, but go to Kathleen. Spend some time with her. Find out exactly what it is she means to you. And maybe then -- only then will we find out if we have a chance.
Cass: You don't mean that.
Frankie: I just said it, didn't I?
Cass: Frankie --
Frankie: Cass, I am at the end of my rope. I can't take this anymore.
Cass: Are you saying it's over between us?
Ryan: Come on, Vicky, don't worry, I'll be careful.
Vicky: You were being careful when you got shot. I need you to take care of your arm so I can put the moves on you.
Ryan: Well, you drive a hard bargain.
Vicky: I'll make it worth your while.
Vicky: First, you need to follow a couple of rules.
Ryan: Your rules?
Vicky: Yes. Give me your gun.
Ryan: I might need this.
Vicky: Not here, you wonít. I don't want guns around Steven.
Ryan: Ok, you do have a point.
Is Steven home?
Vicky: No, he's with Jamie. But why take chances? Ok. It's not going to hurt anybody there. So, if you were feeling so safe, why were you carrying your gun, anyway?
Ryan: It's procedure. Anytime an officer is shot and the perp is not apprehended, you carry your piece.
Vicky: So I was right, you are in danger.
Ryan: Carl Hutchins is dangerous, but he's not after me.
Vicky: Oh, yeah, I can see that.
Ryan: Come here.
Vicky: You are not going to sweet-talk me. This is not going to work.
Ryan: I know that you're scared, but I'm not going to take any risks that I don't have to.
Ryan: You've just got to hang in there for a little while longer. Everything's going to be fine.
Vicky: Oh, Grant? Could you stay here with him? I've got to go out.
Ryan: Hey, where are you going?
Vicky: Um, I -- I promised Marley I'd help her with wedding plans.
Ryan: Well, look, I don't need a babysitter.
Vicky: No, you need an armed guard. Just don't do anything crazy, please? See you later, Grant.
Grant: So long.
So -- tell me what you know.
Ryan: Well, Carl's starting to move.
Grant: What did you find out?
Ryan: Cass and I finally got Kathleen to tell us how she was getting her information out of Carl Hutchins' organization.
Grant: Who is her source? Did you get a name?
Ryan: No, she doesn't know him. She's never even talked to him face to face. But he's on the inside, very high up.
Grant: But did Kathleen tell you how she made contact?
Ryan: Yeah, she gave us details. She even gave us dates.
Grant: So you're trying to find out exactly who the informer is?
Ryan: Well, we hope we can, at least before Carl Hutchins does.
Grant: Yeah, but what if this Hutchins gets wind of this? I mean, just because of this girl, your lives aren't worth a dime.
Frankie: If you're going to be thinking about Kathleen every minute we're together, I don't want you.
Cass: You're pushing me away.
Frankie: I'm not doing that.
Cass: You just said you want me to be with Kathleen.
Frankie: I didn't say be with Kathleen like that. I said spend some time with her.
Cass: Kathleen and I are a little beyond dinner and a movie, you know?
Frankie: Well, thank you for enlightening me, Cass. But, honey, don't you see? You are both so guilty about me that you're not facing each other at all.
Cass: I hate what this is doing to you.
Frankie: I know you do. And I know that you will do anything to avoid hurting me. But that's preventing you from doing anything.
Cass: And sometimes I hate being an adult. I just want somebody to tell me what to do.
Frankie: Oh, you probably wouldn't listen.
Cass: Oh, yeah? Why don't you try me?
Frankie: Ok, young Cass -- I think what you have to figure out is whether you love the memory of Kathleen or the real person.
Cass: But in the meantime, you don't want to see me.
Frankie: I want to be married to you. But if I can't have that --
Cass: Frankie --
Frankie: Cass, try to understand. You walk in that door and I hope it's for good every single time, and it's not. So my heart breaks all over again.
Cass: I didn't want this to happen, I didn't mean for this to happen. I loved our life.
Frankie: Cass, don't come back here. Don't call about the plumbing. Don't drop in to see if your blue suit is clean.
Cass: I miss you.
Frankie: I miss you, too. But I cannot have you putting me through this day after day after day. I canít.
Cass: You're right.
Hey, Frankie --
Frankie: Donít. Donít.
[Music playing inside]
Dean: It's open.
Kathleen: Hey, Dean.
Dean: Hey. Matt's not here.
Kathleen: Yeah, I know. He said you needed help with the mailing, and I stuff a mean envelope.
Dean: Well, stuff your heart out.
Kathleen: Is that your new demo?
Dean: What do you care, Kathleen?
Kathleen: Look, Dean, if you don't want me here, just say the word, I'm gone.
Dean: Well, see, it doesn't really matter what I think these days, ok? So just treat me like the talent, ok?
Dean: All right. So, please, I'm trying to get some work done.
Kathleen: You really hate me, don't you?
Dean: I just don't buy into your act, Kathleen, all right? Not for a single minute. And I guess I'm the only one, so --
Kathleen: My act?
Dean: Yeah, your act. I know that if you really loved the guy that you'd leave them alone. Cass and Frankie had a perfectly good life until you came along and all of a sudden, you're not dead. He is a wreck and so is their marriage.
Kathleen: Dean, the last thing I wanted was to hurt anyone.
Dean: Do you know how many times I've heard that line? Try my whole life.
Kathleen: I'm sorry.
Dean: "I'm sorry." And that's the second line, "I'm sorry." Well, "I'm sorry" doesn't cut it, Kathleen.
Kathleen: Cass was my husband.
Dean: And then what? You left him.
Kathleen: No, it wasn't exactly like that.
Dean: You were trying to bring Carl Hutchins down, right? You wanted to win a Pulitzer. You knew you were putting yourself and Cass on the line. That's what. Then what, a plaque on the wall for yourself? Some television appearances? What, Kathleen?
Kathleen: Dean --
Dean: Then you were thinking of Cass first then, too, I guess, right?
Kathleen: I was saving Cass' life, you know? Ok? I thought I was doing the right thing.
Dean: The right thing is to tell Cass what you're up to!
Kathleen: You know something? I'm not going to argue with you.
Dean: You mean you can't argue with me, Kathleen.
Kathleen: No, no. What I mean is sometimes loving someone doesn't live up to its reputation, ok? Sometimes it makes you do stupid things, like overprotecting the person you love. Or you tell yourself that keeping something to yourself is -- is not really the same as lying. Or you admit, finally admit something that you really feel and you know it's going to end up hurting someone.
Kathleen: What I mean is I wish to hell I didn't love Cass. But I do. And that hurts him. And it hurts Frankie and it hurts me and it hurts you, and I'm sorry. But I love him.
I love Cass.
[Knock on door]
Jenna: What's up?
Jenna: What's wrong?
Dean: Nothing. I'm just thinking.
Jenna: About work?
Dean: Uh, family. You know, you turn on the tube and you see these happy little families, right? And everyone's pulling for each other, you know?
Jenna: What are you talking about?
Dean: That life is not like television. And most of the families I know are falling apart.
Jamie: Let's see, she has also ordered Stevenís suit.
Marley: She did? You're going to look so cute in that suit, aren't you?
Jamie: He has to. He's got a very important job carrying the rings.
Marley: Yes, and nobody is going to be able to take their eyes off of you.
Jamie: Oh, I think the bride might turn a few heads herself. Yes, yes.
Vicky: Is this wedding central?
Vicky: Hi, honey.
Marley: Oh, I'm so glad you could make it.
Jamie: How's Ryan doing?
Vicky: Better. He's at my place, resting, under protest.
Marley: I'm so glad he's all right.
Vicky: Yeah. It really freaked me out. He said I'll get used to it. I have my doubts.
Jamie: He had a really close call there.
Vicky: Hmm, yeah. I hear you've got great plans for this guy.
Marley: Oh, we do. Don't we, hmm?
Vicky: So fill me in.
Marley: Oh, I will. And I want your advice on a few things, actually.
Vicky: Are you sure you want it?
Marley: Well --
Jamie: Well, uh, I promised I'd take Steven to play some catch. Buddy?
Vicky: Watch out. He's got a curve ball I can't even touch.
Jamie: You ready, tiger? Let's do it. Come on.
Vicky: Uh, so you're all set.
Marley: Almost. Yeah, we're almost there. You seem, um --
Vicky: No. Um -- yeah. I was just watching you and Jamie when I walked in.
Marley: Oh. Vicky, it's got to be difficult for you to watch us plan this wedding.
Vicky: It just made me think about me being in this room a couple of years ago.
Vicky: All I wanted was for things to work out for Jamie and me.
Marley: And now they're working out for me.
Vicky: Yeah. I mean, it seems like it.
Marley: Vicky, do you feel like I'm taking something that belongs to you?
Vicky: No. Well, yeah, I do.
Felicia: What was that about?
Lucas: That was Carl Hutchins.
Felicia: I should have known. I had a pain in my stomach the whole time you were talking.
Lucas: Look, I know this doesn't make a lot of sense to you.
Felicia: Nothing you're going to say is going to change that.
Lucas: How about I love you?
Felicia: You know, that doesn't always help.
Lucas: I'm trying to take care of you.
Felicia: I know.
Lucas: I'm not going to work for him forever.
Felicia: What happens when Carl finds out that you're also working against him?
Lucas: He wonít.
Felicia: Honey, I know what he's capable of. You know he's behind the shooting at Cass' office.
Lucas: I'm on to him, I'm on to him.
Felicia: I would just sleep a lot better knowing you two have parted ways.
Lucas: I never thought I'd see those two together again.
Felicia: Jake seems to be a regular here these days. I wonder what he's after.
Iris: You still haven't told me why you went to see Rachel.
Jake: She was interested in my future.
Iris: All you have to do is remember that Paulina shot you and your future is set.
Jake: You think Paulina shot me?
Iris: Don't be coy with me, Jake. You know what I want.
Jake: Ooh, Iris, are you propositioning me?
Iris: Definitely, darling. You help me put that little imposter behind bars and you're going to be a very rich man.
Jake: So you think Paulina shot me, huh? You see, my memory of what happened that night is still very hazy.
Iris: Well, perhaps some cold, hard cash would help you recall.
Jake: You wouldn't want me to lie, would you? Besides, your cash has a way of not showing up.
Iris: What are you talking about?
Jake: I was doing a little job for you right before I took my nap. You know, it's funny, I don't remember getting paid.
Iris: You didn't deliver.
Iris: No. And we had Paulina cold.
Jake: Really? How?
Iris: You had proof, Jake, that she was a complete fraud, that she had no legitimate claim to my father's name or the Cory estate. You were going to give me that proof.
Jake: And then I was shot.
Iris: Try to remember, please.
Jake: Wait a minute. Something is starting to come back.
Iris: What is it?
Jake: Shh! Yes. I remember now.
Iris: Good. I knew you'd come through for me, Jake.
Jenna: TV isn't the only thing that's really bothering you, is it? It's your own family.
Dean: Well, I really don't have one anymore, thanks to Kathleen McKinnon. Well, this time, anyway. I need to get my own place, that's what I need.
Jenna: Hey. Families have to stick together through the tough stuff, too, Dean.
Dean: Yeah, well, I know that they donít. And I knew that when I moved into Frankie and Cass', but -- it's my own fault. I let myself get all caught up in their dreams, too, you know?
Jenna: What do you mean? I don't understand.
Dean: You'd have to be there. See, they're always joking and kissing and talking about their big plans for the future and stuff.
Jenna: You see? So you can't give up on family just because Cass and Frankie are having problems right now.
Dean: Yeah, but look who's talking. If family is such a big deal, why haven't you let Felicia adopt you, huh?
Jenna: Because that's completely different.
Dean: Why, why? You love her, don't you?
Jenna: Yes, I do. I love her. I've loved her even before I met her. And my mother used to tell me wonderful things about her.
Dean: Uh-huh, uh-huh, and she loves you, too, and she treats you like a daughter. I mean, she's even sure that I'm a terrible influence on you, and what's more motherly than that? You tell me.
Jenna: Yeah, ok, so sometimes she does drive me a little crazy.
Dean: Uh-huh. So if family is such a big deal to you, then what's holding you back? I'll tell you what it is. It's garbage, that's why.
Jenna: That's not true.
Dean: It is true. Look, I can't have this conversation anymore, all right? I don't have the head for it. I'll go back to my music. At least I can trust that.
[Knock on door]
Cass: Jenna, hi. Dean, you got a minute?
Dean: No, not really.
Jenna: I was just leaving. Call me, ok?
Dean: Yeah, sure.
Cass: Thank you.
Dean: What's on your mind?
Cass: Oh, I was just wondering how things are going.
Cass: Need any business or legal advice here?
Dean: I don't take advice from a hypocrite, man.
Cass: You're reading me all wrong. I'm not the bad guy here.
Dean: No, of course not. I am, right? It's me. Isn't it me? Who was the guy who told me about commitments and responsibility, Cass?
Cass: All right, just listen to me --
Dean: All I ever did was trash a jukebox, ok, man? I never trashed an entire family like you!
Marley: Vicky, is it Steven? I love him, but I would never try to be his mother. You believe that, don't you?
Vicky: I've been possessive of Steven since the day he was born. Maybe because I had to fight so hard to keep him. And then when Jamie and I split, he was my life.
Marley: I know you said this wedding was ok for you, but now it's getting very real. Isn't it?
Vicky: Very real. Which is why I don't think I should be so close to it. I don't need to know what kind of flowers you have in your bouquet. I mean, at least not in advance.
Marley: What -- what is this leading to?
Vicky: I can't be your maid of honor.
Marley: You can't?
Marley: Ok --
Vicky: I can't believe I'm admitting this to you. I just think it would be too hard, you know. I'd be standing up there and thinking about Jamie and me, and that's not right. And you would be worrying about me, which would just spoil everything.
Marley: Are you sure?
Vicky: Yes. Besides, Steven needs me to help him get dressed.
Marley: I'm sorry.
Vicky: I love you, Marley. Ask me to do anything but this and I wouldn't think twice.
Marley: I know that.
Vicky: It doesn't have to do with losing Jamie, or even being jealous of you. I just don't want to say goodbye to my past in front of a crowd. Especially not in one of those pastel dresses that you love.
Marley: Ok, ok, you're off the hook.
Vicky: I -- I will be very happy for you at your wedding. I just think I'll be happier in my own clothes.
Marley: Vicky, are you sure you can handle this? Because if I thought that you would hurt --
Vicky: You would, what, fall out of love with him? Yeah, right. I am happy for you. I'm just a little weirded out.
Marley: Well, we are going to be planning one of these for you someday soon, you know.
Vicky: Yeah, send the bouquet my way.
Grant: I don't want to see Carl make you a corpse.
Ryan: I appreciate your concern, Grant, but I'm going through with this.
Grant: Even though it's ripping Vicky apart? Did you see the look on her face when she left here?
Ryan: She knows that this is my living.
Grant: Guts and glory, huh?
Ryan: Ok, I'm not going to change. I told her that at the hospital. She's trying to deal with it.
Grant: Well, better now than later, I guess.
Ryan: Carl Hutchins is going to slip up, and when he does, I'm going to be there.
Grant: Did you ever think that bullet was not for Cass, after all?
Ryan: What do you mean?
Grant: I mean that it was probably meant for you.
Ryan: Listen, Grant, I've got to get some peace and quiet, so -- and you know that I'm not going to get it when Vicky comes back, so --
Grant: So you're running me out, is that it?
Ryan: Well, I can have a squad car here in two minutes if anything gets dangerous.
Grant: All right, all right. I'm convinced, I'm convinced.
Ryan: There is one thing that you can do for me.
Grant: What's that?
Ryan: Don't tell Dad about this little bullet?
Grant: No. Farthest thing from my mind.
Ryan: I was expecting flowers, Hutchins. What happened?
Carl: Am I to use psychic powers, or just guess who you are and what you want? Goodbye.
Ryan: Listen, you know very well who I am. We have a few things to discuss. Now, I'm going to be over there in a few minutes, and I don't want your goons there because this is just between the two of us.
Carl: I quiver with anticipation.
Iris: What do you remember?
Jake: You had me bug Paulinaís room.
Iris: Go on.
Jake: Rachel would be fascinated to learn that.
Iris: That's not funny, Jake.
Jake: My guess is that she had no idea. See, I can't quite put it all together, but my senses tell me that tapping Paulinaís phone was part of the little job that I was doing for you.
Iris: That's all you remember?
Jake: For now. My memory's coming back to me slowly, what, with my mind preoccupied with my day-to-day problems. See, I don't have a job. You could change all that.
Iris: I'll hire you when your memory comes back and not before.
Jake: I'm a good video producer. "Brava" loved my work.
Iris: Oh, dream on, Jake. Your career was shot before you were.
Jake: You know something? I would rethink that if I was you, Iris. Rachel may invite me back to have tea. She just loves to ask me questions. I got to go.
Iris: Jake? I'll be in touch.
Jake: Good. Because I think I remember that we worked well together. Well, hey, hey, hey, Paulina. You look hot. You have a date tonight?
Paulina: Your little trip to Rachelís was not cool. We have to talk.
Jake: That's funny, you know -- Iris was curious about the exact same thing.
Paulina: Iris was?
Jake: Mm-hmm. She was grilling me up and down. I'd love to stay and shoot the breeze, but I have an appointment with your main squeeze.
Paulina: Grant called you?
Jake: Uh-huh. He wants me to meet him at his office. He said it was very important. Wonder what that could be about.
Iris: What's wrong, sweetie? Guilty conscience?
Paulina: Iris, stop lurking around.
Iris: I thought so.
Felicia: Oh, honey, come here. You're a wreck.
Frankie: Oh, I need a friend, and I hope Kathleen hasn't got you booked for tonight.
Felicia: No, no, no, I'm all yours. Now, what happened? Tell me.
Frankie: Well, I've just done something really brave and really stupid, and I hope I haven't lost Cass for good.
Cass: You want the truth to be real simple, don't you, Dean? But it doesn't work that way. I'm not going to slam the door in Kathleenís face because what's going on is inconvenient for you.
Dean: Well, good, man! At least I know where I stand in your universe, all right, pal?
Cass: I know you're hurting, we all are, but I'm not leaving you.
Dean: You moved out, Cass. I don't care what you call it.
Cass: No, that's wrong. This is just a temporary thing.
Dean: Come on, people ditch people all the time. I can -- I can take it, man.
Cass: You're not listening to me, Dean.
Dean: I am listening to you, man! Great. See how things get settled? That's -- stay here.
Kathleen: Hi. I just spread joy wherever I go, don't I?
Cass: How much of that did you hear?
Kathleen: Enough. Is Dean going to be able to get over this?
Cass: Will any of us?
Kathleen: It's not looking good, is it?
Cass: Matt and Dean were getting along just fine until they started picking sides between you and Frankie.
Kathleen: Cass, how can we stop this?
Cass: I don't know. And it ain't pretty. Felicia's caught in the middle. So are Rachel and Ada, so are all of our friends. I can't go home to my wife. I can't sleep from worrying about you. I can't concentrate on my work. I haven't seen the surface of my desk for weeks.
Kathleen: Finally, something we can fix.
Kathleen: I can help you out at your office, Cass. It's the least I can do.
Cass: Kathleen, I don't think so.
Kathleen: Oh, no, I won't take no for an answer. I can file, I can answer the phones. My typing's not that bad.
Cass: Frankie used to help me.
Cass: I'm sorry.
Kathleen: We have to stop apologizing. I can't take it.
Cass: Ok, sorry I apologized.
Kathleen: Why don't we look at this as an opportunity, a chance to do some normal things together?
Kathleen: Well, something besides hiding from Carl. Cass, how can we -- how can we explore what we really feel for each other if we don't spend any time together?
Cass: Frankie just said exactly the same thing. She suggested that I spend more time with you.
Kathleen: I guess she knows that you haven't really faced this. Get past the guilt, Cass. It's the only way.
Grant: Well, hello, Jake.
Jake: So, this is what our tax dollars go for, huh?
Grant: So, did you find a job in Bay City?
Jake: Excuse me?
Grant: I heard you turned down a very big video job in Utah.
Jake: I don't like being bought off. That offer was set up by you and Paulina.
Grant: Well, now, what are friends for?
Jake: That wasn't very friendly.
Grant: Why not?
Jake: I don't want to leave Bay City.
Grant: Well, I heard that you're in no position to turn down work, no matter where it comes from or who it comes from.
Jake: Well, Grant, you heard wrong.
Grant: I don't think so. So what is it really, Jake, hmm? You can't accept favors, or is this all about Paulina? If it is, you'd better tell me exactly what you have against her. I'm putting you on notice,
Jake: Paulina and I are history.
Grant: Well, make sure that it stays that way, all right? I'm putting you on notice, Jake. I want you to stay far, far away from Paulina. You're in enough trouble as it is. Do we understand each other? Well, I've got an appointment.
Jake: Mind if I use your phone?
Grant: It's your tax dollar. I'll leave the door open. I don't want my staff to worry about you.
Paulina: You never stop, do you?
Jake: Relax, Paulina. Grant and I have come to an understanding.
Paulina: You're trying to ruin everything for me, aren't you?
Jake: What are you so upset about? That's right, you're worried about Rachel.
Paulina: She knows that I gave you money.
Jake: It's your money, isn't it?
Paulina: That's right, it is.
Jake: I mean, at least for now.
Paulina: And you'd better start to earn it. From now on, you're going to make the money I give you look like a good investment. I'm not going to cover for you anymore.
Jake: For me? You wait one minute. You're the one that's got your little -- you're the one that's got your little behind in a sling. It's going to take more than Grant's bribe to get you out of it.
Paulina: I'm not going to be your victim, Jake.
Jake: I was yours, you remember? I laid on my back for four months, four months that I will never get back. You remember that?
Paulina: What do you want from me?
Jake: I want you to stop acting like you're calling the shots. One word from me and you'll be telling your little sob story to a judge. Think about it, Paulina.
Marley: Want to go get a treat in the kitchen? Want to go?
Marley: Let's go.
Jamie: It's good you told Marley how you felt about the wedding. I know it wasn't easy.
Vicky: I've kept so much inside for so long.
Jamie: Well, you don't have to do it anymore, Vicky. Maybe that's the one good thing that's come out of this whole mess.
Vicky: Um, speaking of messes, is Marley going to invite my mother to the wedding?
Jamie: No. It might make Donna feel better, but I think it would ruin the whole day for Marley.
Vicky: It's going to be hard on Donna, though.
Jamie: Yeah, that's her problem.
Vicky: Yeah. Marley's wedding should be exactly like she wants it.
Jamie: I hope you get another chance, Vic.
Vicky: Thank you. Ryan isn't a very good patient. I'd better get home.
Jamie: Vicky? Tell him to get well. We appreciate what he's doing for us.
Vicky: I'll tell him.
Jamie: He may have taken a bullet, but he's managed to stay a step ahead of Carl.
Vicky: For how long?
Ryan: The deal was just the two of us. Tell the two goons on the fire door to get lost.
Carl: There's nobody there. Come on in, look for yourself.
Ryan: I never liked surprises.
Carl: I shall remember that. Would you like a sherry, or a real drink? And don't worry, I'll taste them first.
Ryan: You can cut the country gentleman routine.
Carl: You're not a drinking man? No, of course not. You're not much more than a boy, are you?
Ryan: I certainly wouldn't drink with you. Not with the man who had me shot.
Carl: Once again, I'm afraid you're misinformed.
Ryan: Oh, I'm right on the money. You know it and I know it.
Carl: Last night, I enjoyed dinner with Donna Love when you found yourself in Cass Winthrop's office. Possibly it was a burglar, hmm?
Ryan: You're trying to shake up Kathleen. That bullet was meant for Cass. Now, someone else may have pulled the trigger, but you're the one who ordered it.
Felicia: Wait, wait. What's going on?
Jenna: It's just that if we stay inside, we'll get interrupted.
Felicia: I know. But, honey, I was in the middle of something with Frankie that's very important.
Jenna: Oh, I'm sorry. Well, you're right, this is wrong.
Felicia: No, no. Come on, I'm here. What is it? Tell me.
Jenna: It can wait. No, it can't. I mean, I can't wait.
Felicia: Can't wait about what?
Jenna: Do you know what this Sunday is?
Felicia: No, actually, I don't. I have no idea.
Jenna: It's mother's day.
Felicia: Well, did you want to do something?
Jenna: Yeah. Yeah, I do, with you.
Felicia: Oh, sure. Anything you want to do. Honey, did you -- did you spend mother's day with Gloria?
Jenna: No. But, Felicia, I want to go through with what we talked about.
Jenna: I want to go ahead with the adoption.
Felicia: Oh, honey. Oh, honey. I never expected this.
Jenna: I really want to try and be a family with you and Lucas.
Felicia: Oh, and we will be a wonderful family. We will.
Felicia: I just can't believe you changed your mind.
Jenna: Me, too.
Felicia: Why? I mean, why did you?
Jenna: I talked to a friend, and I realized that I'd be missing a lot if I didn't have you.
Felicia: Well, I'm going to have to kiss that friend, no matter who it is.
Frankie: Holding him back wasn't working.
Lucas: You did the right thing, Frankie. Do you want a ride home?
Frankie: Oh, no, I'll be fine.
Lucas: Why don't you go out in the garden and don't think about anything.
Frankie: What I think is that I may have pushed Cass into Kathleenís arms.
Lucas: If he was going there, he didn't need to be pushed.
Frankie: Yeah, you're right. I know Cass is going to come through for me. I just hope I can last until he makes up his mind. Well, see you later.
Cass: Six calls came in. Five angry, one absolutely irate. This is insane. I've got to get back to the office.
Kathleen: I'll go with you.
Cass: You really think that we can work?
Kathleen: Sure. I'll help dig you out. Come on, what have you got to lose?
Cass: All right, I'll try.
Kathleen: Can we try for a little enthusiasm here?
Cass: You haven't seen my bills.
Kathleen: I'll go home and change and I'll meet you there, ok? If nothing else, we can file your files and clear off your desk, right?
Jake: Don't push too hard, Paulina. You've got too much to lose, starting with your famous boyfriend.
Paulina: More threats?
Jake: Face the facts, Paulina, you don't have too many wrong moves left. Grant already doesn't believe your little story you're telling him about us.
Paulina: Thanks to you.
Jake: But who can blame him? He's a winner. He's not about to lose his Senate seat over -- you.
Paulina: Shut up.
Jake: You're playing with fire. Your whole world may go up in smoke.
Paulina: You think you can scare me? I know all about you, Jake. I know that you haven't had one honest, hardworking day in your life. All you know how to do is climb to the top on the backs of helpless women.
Jake: You know, that doesn't sound so bad.
Paulina: You're a loser. You don't have it in you to be anything else.
Jake: Look who's talking.
Paulina: You need to blackmail people to get success.
Jake: Seems to me that we're one and the same.
Paulina: No, we're not the same. There was a time when we probably were more alike, but not anymore. You're nothing but a lousy gigolo, and I'm not going to buckle under to you anymore.
Jake: You ain't seen nothing yet.
Paulina: Go ahead. Do your worst, blackmail me. But I am warning you -- someday, when you least expect it, you are going to be so sorry that you ever heard my name. That's a promise.
Vicky: Ryan? Ryan!
Ryan: You crossed the wrong man this time, Hutchins. See, this time it's personal.
Carl: Oh, I think everything should be personal. But, you know, you mustn't let an accident on the job cloud your reason, dear boy.
Ryan: I'm going to stay on your case, Hutchins. You jaywalk, I'm going to write you up. You drop a gum wrapper and I'm going to haul you in.
Carl: Yes, it's wrong to litter.
Ryan: You're going to slip up, Carl.
Carl: Not bloody likely.
Ryan: And when you do, I'm going to be there, and I'm going to love to take you in.
Carl: You know, you're so earnest. You're such an earnest young man, Harrison. What do you think? Do you think you're not expendable, hmm? Haven't you learned something from this encounter?
Ryan: So that veneer of yours can be cracked.
Carl: Take your pleasures while you can, because this game has only just begun. And, you know, I'm fairly -- well, I mustn't boast. You know, when you get to be a bit older and a bit more experienced, you'll come to see that there's more you can lose than just losing your life. You can lose what you love most.
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