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Another World Transcript Monday 2/21/05

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Sam: Did you call the hospital?

Amanda: Mm-hmm. No problem. Vicky can have visitors at any time.

Sam: Good. I canít stay that long. Damn, I really thought I sent these.

Amanda: What did Mrs. Martin say?

Sam: She said she'd have Alli back by 5:30.

Amanda: Good. Oh, no.

Sam: What?

Amanda: I had it this morning.

Sam: What?

Amanda: One of my files.

Sam: Donít worry, you'll find it. Listen, I'm going to go warm up the car.

Amanda: All right, I'll be right there.

Sam: Ok.

Amanda: Oh. Aha!

[Phone rings]

Amanda: Hello, Auntie Rose? This is Amanda.

Auntie Rose: Oh, good morning, dear. How are you?

Amanda: Fine, how are you?

Auntie Rose: I'm fine, thank you.

Amanda: I was just wondering if you'd thought any more about letting me work for you.

Auntie Rose: Well, now, dear, I wouldnít exactly call it that.

Amanda: Well, you know what I mean. You said that you were going to give me a trial run in your V.I.P. Club.

Auntie Rose: Well, yes. Yes, I have thought about it. And in fact, I've come to a decision.

Vicky: Hi.

Rachel: Hi!

Jamie: Would you look at you.

Rachel: Donít you look nice?

Vicky: Oh, thank you.

Jamie: Much better than nice.

Vicky: Oh, you!

Mac: My goodness!

Rachel: Doesn't she look wonderful?

Mac: She does, indeed. I didnít even expect you to be out of bed yet.

Vicky: Oh, well, I May be rushing things a little bit, but tonight, well, Steven and I are going to be released in a few hours. I thought, "hey, why not?"

Mac: Why not, indeed.

Rachel: Oh, what beautiful flowers. You're taking them all home?

Vicky: Oh, no, I thought just maybe these.

Rachel: Oh, all the flowers and presents -- you're certainly a very popular young lady.

Vicky: Oh, no, I think it's a baby that we all may know.

Mac: Oh, we shouldnít stay too long. John and Sharlene are waiting their turn to see you.

Vicky: Oh, are they?

Jamie: Oh, that reminds me. Someone else who called who's on his way to visit.

Vicky: Well, the more, the merrier. Who is it?

Jamie: Cass.

Vicky: Oh.

Courtney: Counselor. Good morning.

Cass: Detective. Good morning.

Courtney: And what is this?

Cass: A writ.

Courtney: Mm-hmm.

Cass: It says that I have the right to inspect certain articles that you took out of Jason Frame's home pursuant to the rules of discovery. You've heard of those, haven't you?

Courtney: Yes, I certainly have. Ahem.

Cass: So, without any further ado, I would like to see the contents to Jasonís safe. Like, now.

Sharlene: I hope Vicky likes these flowers. John?

John: I canít believe that Cass actually thinks that I may have killed Jason. I mean, Jason was my partner. He was my friend, in spite of everything that --

Sharlene: I know, I know. Look, Jason did a lot of things that -- you bent over backwards for him. Everybody knows that.

Sharlene: I donít like seeing you this upset.

John: Oh, Sharlene. I'm not. I'm not really. Neither one of us should worry at all. Everything is going to be all right.

Iris: I really appreciate this, Michael.

Michael: No problem, Iris.

Iris: Well, I realize how valuable your time is.

Michael: Well, I want to see this magazine be a success as much as you do.

Iris: Thank you. Although, daddy seems a bit hesitant about the subject.

Michael: Yeah, you mentioned that the other night. I wonder why.

Iris: I'm not sure. Maybe it's because of the title. You know, "Sophisticate," maybe he thinks it's too elitist.

Michael: Well, it's a money title, but the content is avant-garde.

Iris: Hmm, I hope it will be, and I hope it'll be useful and entertaining, and I hope that it'll set the trends in arts and everything.

Michael: Provided the reader can pay for it, of course.

Iris: Ah, yeah -- wishes he could. Lots of magazine buyers just want to look at the pictures and read the articles, even though they know they'll never have anything like it.

Michael: You know, I donít detect any hesitancy in your voice.

Iris: Of course there's not. This magazine is going to be a success.

Michael: Good.

Iris: Yes. You know, I'm so sure of it that I'm backing it with my own money.

Michael: You're backing this with private funds?

Iris: Mm-hmm. And when it's a success, I'm going to give it to my father as a present.

Michael: Does Mac know this?

Iris: What, that I'm giving it to him as -- oh, no.

Michael: No, no, no, that you're backing it with your own money.

Iris: Yes, of course.

Michael: I mean, that might explain why he's hesitant.

Iris: What do you mean?

Michael: Well, Iris, I mean, maybe he just doesn't want you to take such a big risk.

Iris: You mean, he's concerned for me?

Michael: You're his daughter. He doesn't want to see you get hurt --

Iris: No, of course not.

Michael: Any more than you want to see him get hurt.

Iris: Oh, no, never. Never.

Michael: So, issue number one's got to come off, and with a big splash, right?

Iris: That's absolutely right. But, you know, I'm so concerned there might be a foul-up with the advertising or the --

Michael: Whoa, whoa, whoa, wait a minute. That's what you called me in here for, right? Now, I promised I'd help you. I'm going to help you.

Iris: Yes, you did. You promised. And from experience, I know you always keep your word.

Amanda: So, you've reached a decision? Does that mean you're going to give me a chance?

Auntie Rose: Why donít you come into the office?

Amanda: You know, I can really use the money. I mean, I'm sure I can entertain as well as --

Auntie Rose: I really would rather talk to you about this in person, Amanda.

Amanda: Right, right. Of course. Just tell me when.

Auntie Rose: I think now would be good.

Amanda: Right now?

Auntie Rose: Yes. I'll be looking for you in 15 minutes.

Amanda: Fine. Bye. All right! Oh, no. I donít want this. I need something subtle. No, not subtle, I need something completely --

Sam: Honey, darling, sweetheart, we got to get moving. What is going on?

Amanda: I canít go.

Sam: Why not?

Amanda: Tell Vicky I'm really sorry and that I'll call her later, ok?

Sam: What's going on?

Amanda: I just got off the phone. Something big is happening with video match.

Sam: Something big?

Amanda: Well, yeah, I hope so.

Sam: Well, what is it?

Amanda: Auntie Rose wants me to come -- I canít tell you. I'm sorry.

Sam: Why not?

Amanda: Because, you're just going to end up getting involved in my work, and you're going to start neglecting your own again.

Sam: No, I'm not. What's going on?

Amanda: Yes, you will. Look, after Caroline was here the other day, I know that I am just going to have to make sure you concentrate on your own work.

Sam: That's what I'm doing.

Amanda: Not always. Otherwise, you wouldnít have sent the wrong slides to the Carol art show. Besides, I mean, it's just -- it's just an interview with Auntie Rose. Some preliminary stuff, that's all.

Sam: Well, then why is it so important?

Amanda: Every step is important in this story, right, Sam?

Sam: You worry me. You take chances, too many chances.

Amanda: Tell Vicky I'm sorry and I will call her later. This is just something that's come up. I have to take care of it right now, ok? Bye.

Sam: Ok. Bye.

Amanda: That's it.

John: Cass is wrong. That's all there is to it.

Sharlene: Just donít dwell on it, ok? Just --

John: Well, it canít be very easy for you.

Sharlene: It's not me I'm worried about.

John: It's still got to be hard on you, knowing how many people wanted Jason killed.

Sharlene: Look, there's no point in pretending that he was perfect. A lot of people are going to be saying a lot of things about him for a long time to come.

John: Well, you just hang on to your feelings about him.

Sharlene: Cass upset me. I thought I knew what had happened.

John: Well, maybe you do.

Sharlene: No, you see, Felicia admitted that it was an accident, and everybody seemed to accept that.

John: Right, then they turn around and charge her with murder.

Sharlene: But now Cass says that it had to have been somebody else.

John: Well, that makes sense, Sharlene. Felicia is his friend. He's going to protect her. He's --

Sharlene: You think that's it?

John: I donít know. Donít you?

Sharlene: What if it wasn't Felicia? What if it was somebody else who killed him?

John: It's possible. He had an awful lot of enemies.

Rachel: I have something to lend you.

Vicky: To lend me?

Rachel: Yes, here.

Vicky: Rachel, what on earth is in here? Oh! Oh, my goodness!

Rachel: Do you like it?

Vicky: Oh, it's so precious! Thank you! My gosh!

Rachel: Alli wore it and Amanda wore it and Matthew wore it.

Vicky: And Jamie?

Rachel: It goes way back in Macís family. Yes. It started in my family with Jamie.

Vicky: Oh. This means so much to me. Thank you so much.

Rachel: Well, sweetie, I know that Donna might have something in mind, so donít feel you have to use it.

Vicky: Oh, no, no, no, she hasn't mentioned a thing. And this is just perfect. Now, Jamie actually fit into this?

Rachel: Yep.

Vicky: And this little bonnet?

Rachel: I know. And he cried throughout the whole ceremony, I'm afraid.

Vicky: Well, I would believe that. I canít believe this fit on his head.

Jamie: Look who we found.

Vicky: How did you get him so quickly? Hi, Steven!

Mac: Well, the nurse was coming down the hall headed right here.

Jamie: And so we took over. Mom, I want you to meet your first grandson.

Mac: Yeah.

Vicky: Hi, precious.

Rachel: Oh, you precious thing.

Mac: Look at that baby!

Rachel: I love you!

Mac: Hello!

Vicky: Look what your mom gave me for him.

Rachel: Look at his blue eyes. Whose blue eyes and nose?

Vicky: Oh, hi, honey. Hi, honey.

Dr. Peterson: Excuse me. Excuse me, Vicky?

Vicky: Yeah. Yeah, hi, Dr. Peterson.

Jamie: Hi, listen, I know we're breaking the rules a little bit here having so many people around the baby --

Dr. Peterson: That's -- that's quite all right. I just wanted to have a word with Vicky.

Vicky: Oh, sure. Excuse me. Excuse me, honey. Excuse me.

Mac: "Bye-bye, mommy. Bye-bye, mommy. Come back soon."

Vicky: Yeah?

Dr. Peterson: I just wanted you to know that I've arranged for the paternity tests.

Vicky: Oh.

Dr. Peterson: You can have them done today before you leave, if you like. We'll use the blood that was drawn from the baby when it was admitted. So if you just have Jamie come down for a blood test --

Vicky: Oh, no. No, no.

Dr. Peterson: Excuse me?

Vicky: No tests.

Dr. Peterson: But you donít want them?

Vicky: No. This baby's Jamieís, ok?

Dr. Peterson: But I thought you --

Vicky: I told you no. This baby is Jamieís baby. Excuse me.

Rachel: You -- you look so big.

Michael: Yes, I do always keep my word, Iris. I just want to make sure this doesn't turn into some other trip down memory lane.

Iris: Well, that's not what I want, either.

Michael: I know. Ok, fine. Just laying the ground rules.

Iris: Well, I thought we had an understanding the other night that we were beyond ground rules?

Michael: Not quite yet.

Iris: I just want to be your friend, Michael. A good friend.

Michael: We'll see, Iris. Now, can I see this report on the distribution setup?

Iris: Certainly. When I said I wanted to be your friend and that you always kept your word, I meant exactly that, that you have never lied to me.

Michael: Well, I guess I should board.

Iris: Right. It'll be beautiful in Lake Como by the time you get back.

Michael: Iris --

Iris: We could drive. We could spend a few days there at the villa.

Michael: Iris, donít. Donít.

Iris: Donít you like Lake Como?

Michael: Donít make plans for me coming back.

Iris: But I have -- I have to.

Michael: I want to stay here with you, Iris.

Iris: I know that. But every time you look off into the distance, or every time I say your name to get your attention, I'll just -- I'll be wondering if you're thinking about her. That's all right for a lover. But not for my husband. I canít spend the rest of my life wondering. I wonít.

Michael: I know. I just want you to know -- know in your heart that you are the first woman that I ever cared about since Donna. I have to go back. I have to be sure.

Iris: I know you have to be sure.

Michael: I'm going into a situation that I cannot control, and I know that you would like me to promise you that I'll be back.

Iris: No, I realize you canít promise.

Michael: She could be married. She could have kids. But if she doesn't --

Iris: Well, if she's not, then she'll thank me for sending her the most wonderful, loving man I've ever known.

Michael: There's something I'd like you to have.

Iris: All right, just set it down.

Michael: Well, I was going to give it to you anyway, tonight.

Iris: Oh, Michael, it's lovely. Thank you.

Michael: Donít ever regret one moment of the time we've had together.

Iris: Oh, you'll be back. I know you'll be back.

Iris: I've never regretted the time we had together.

Michael: Neither have I.

Vicky: Yeah, so what do you think, huh?

John: He's definitely a keeper.

Vicky: Yeah.

Sharlene: He is.

Vicky: Oh, sometimes I wonder how something so little can be so absolutely perfect.

Sharlene: And then comes the day when he looks at you and says, "Hey, I'm taller than you are, mom."

Vicky: Oh. Well, Uncle John, I think it's your turn to hold him. Go on, say "hi, Uncle John."

John: No, it's ok, really.

Vicky: Oh, come on! He's not going to bite you. Yeah, he doesn't have teeth yet. "Hi, Uncle John! Hi! Hi!" Oh, yes. Hi!

Jamie: I'm sorry, folks, but the head nurse said it's time for Steven to get back to the nursery.

Vicky: Oh, no!

Jamie: When this head nurse speaks, everybody listens.

Vicky: Bye, honey.

John: There you go, little fella.

Jamie: See you later.

Vicky: Bye.

Jamie: Come on, little fella, time to get you back.

Sharlene: I bet you canít wait to get home.

Vicky: Yeah, I get a little privacy, and -- no -- now, I donít mean that the way it sounds.

Sharlene: We understand.

Vicky: It's just that, well, Cass has been stopping by constantly.

John: Cass has been here?

Vicky: Yeah. And, I mean, I know he's concerned, and he's concerned about Felicia, but he doesn't seem to realize that I just had a baby and want to spend all my time with Steven.

Sharlene: I know. He's been a little intense lately.

John: Excuse me.

Sharlene: John --

Vicky: Whoa. Did I say something wrong?

Sharlene: No, no. It's probably Cass.

Vicky: Really?

Sharlene: Yeah, he's been bothering John, too. He keeps asking a lot of questions about the night that Jason died.

Vicky: Well, when did that start?

Sharlene: I donít know, really. And I shouldnít even be talking about it, I tell you. Let me --

Vicky: Oh.

Sharlene: Let me go find him, ok?

Vicky: Ok. All right.

Sharlene: You look beautiful.

Vicky: Bye. Thank you.

Courtney: For you.

Cass: Thank you so much. Now, would you mind leaving me alone, please?

Courtney: You got to be kidding, right?

Cass: Yes, I am. Right. God, that is all I need, is for someone to accuse me of tampering with this evidence.

Courtney: Hmm.

Cass: Ok, so what do we got here? Birth certificate of who? "Josie Watts."

Courtney: Mm-hmm.

Cass: Ok.

Courtney: And a divorce decree.

Cass: Yeah. "Sharlene and Russ Matthews." Not exactly Agatha Christie material so far, is it?

Courtney: Uh-huh. And there are letters from his brother.

Cass: Oh, yeah, Willis. Also not one of Bay City's most fondly remembered souls. Let's see what the bank has to say about Jason. Is this right?

Courtney: As far as we can tell, yes.

Cass: Those are pretty big deposits for a working stiff, aren't they? From whom did they come?

Courtney: I'm just here to supervise.

Cass: Of course. Never mind, I know anyway. Although, I'm not one of Iris Wheeler's true believers. Are you? Oh, that's right, you're just here to supervise.

Courtney: Look, I really cannot comment, ok?

Cass: You know, you really should loosen up. It'll add years to your life, I promise you. So, Jason was promoted, demoted, promoted again and again. Not bad for a drunken sailor, right? Never mind. Whoa.

Courtney: What's the matter?

Cass: Is this -- did you see this?

Courtney: A "dishonorable discharge."

Cass: Yeah. That's what it says, all right. "For conduct unbecoming, including --"

Courtney: "Including --" how could Jason have done that?

Sharlene: There you are.

John: I went downstairs, got a cup of coffee.

Sharlene: Vicky mentioned Cass, you just ran out, so suddenly I've been looking all over for you.

John: I guess the idea of Cass being there kind of upset me. And it just -- being in that room, it just didnít feel right to me.

Sharlene: When you saw the baby?

John: Did it show?

Sharlene: Especially when you held him.

John: Kids -- I -- I still feel uncomfortable.

Sharlene: Someday, somehow, you are going to forgive yourself.

John: Oh, thank God for you. You make the thought of a relationship, even a family, a real possibility.

John: Listen, hank Bonner is in here having his shoulder worked on.

Sharlene: Oh.

John: I thought I'd go and say hello. You want to come with me?

Sharlene: No, no, you go see him by yourself. I'll wait here for you.

John: All right. He's down on the next floor, all right? I wonít be long.

Sharlene: Ok.

Man: Mrs. Cory?

Rachel: Yes? Oh, hi.

Man: Mrs. Edwards said this was for you.

Rachel: Oh. Ok, thank you.

Man: Hmm. Here's a pen.

Rachel: Oh. Yeah.

Man: Yeah.

Rachel: There you go.

Man: Thanks.

Rachel: Ok, thank you.

Rachel: I knew Iris was responsible for this.

Mac: Iris is responsible for what?

Amanda: Hello.

Auntie Rose: Take off your jacket.

[Door locks]

Amanda: Why are you locking the door?

Auntie Rose: Oh, so we wonít be disturbed. I've closed the office for a while. My, donít you look lovely?

Amanda: You know, I'm really excited that you decided to give me this chance.

Auntie Rose: What chance?

Amanda: Well, on the phone, you said --

Auntie Rose: I said that I had decided. I didnít say what my decision was.

Amanda: Auntie Rose, I mean, my credit cards. The man from the bank isnít even nice when he calls me now.

Auntie Rose: You're that broke?

Amanda: That broke.

Auntie Rose: So, anything it takes?

Amanda: Anything it takes, no problem.

Auntie Rose: Well, I do have this special V.I.P. list, as I said.

Amanda: Mm-hmm.

Auntie Rose: And whenever a young woman goes out with someone on that list, things are different.

Amanda: Can I see the list?

Auntie Rose: No, that's very confidential.

Amanda: Oh, of course it is. Sorry. Well, why donít we just get things right upfront here, huh? Am I supposed to sleep with these clients?

Auntie Rose: That's such an interesting top.

Amanda: Well, is it too skimpy?

Auntie Rose: No. As a matter of fact, I donít believe that you could -- you could wear a wire with that.

Amanda: Wear what?

Auntie Rose: Oh, donít tell me you haven't heard of them.

Amanda: Well, one of those microphones? Come on, Auntie Rose, I'm just -- I'm just a woman that's in debt, that's it. You said that I could make some money.

Auntie Rose: I just like to be careful.

Amanda: Well, I'm not a cop.

Auntie Rose: No, no, I didnít say that you were. But you asked a very serious question. And it deserves an answer.

Amanda: So, do I sleep with these men?

Auntie Rose: So, would you like something to drink?

Amanda: No, thanks.

Auntie Rose: I have decided to start you out with someone closer to your own age.

Amanda: Great! Well -- I'll just give you a call a little later on in the week and I'll let you know --

Auntie Rose: No, no, no, no.

Amanda: As soon as I'm available.

Auntie Rose: I donít think you understand. I already have a client for you.

Amanda: Really?

Auntie Rose: Yes. As a matter of fact, he's due any minute.

Amanda: Auntie Rose, donít you think this is just maybe kind of soon?

Auntie Rose: But you said you needed the money.

Amanda: Right, right, I do.

Auntie Rose: Well, I put your tape in the special cabinet, and one of my V.I.P. gentlemen saw the tape, and he was very, very interested.

Amanda: Um, but I thought -- I mean, I thought you would have to tell me what to say and everything, you know?

Auntie Rose: Honey, what you say isnít nearly as important as what you do.

Amanda: Right.

Auntie Rose: Remember, there's really only one rule. It's get the money upfront.

Amanda: Well, that's another thing -- I donít even know how much to ask.

Auntie Rose: Oh, well, that's all right. Since this is just going to be a trial run, I'm having your gentleman pick you up here, and then I'll make all the arrangements.

Amanda: Now, huh?

Auntie Rose: Yes, soon. Very soon.

Amanda: Well, there's just one problem with that, Auntie Rose. You see, I've got a job and I donít want to lose it.

Auntie Rose: Oh, Amanda, darling, once you start earning money with me, you can forget all about those 9:00-to-5:00s.

Amanda: Well, of course, of course. It's just, look, I just donít want to get fired, you know? So I've really got to go.

Auntie Rose: Honey, unless you go through with this trial run, we can forget the whole thing.

[Doorbell rings]

Auntie Rose: Oh. Why, that must be our gentleman caller now. Excuse me.

Auntie Rose: Well. How good to see you, Mr. Trent.

Dustin: Nice to see you again. Is Amanda here?

Auntie Rose: Yes, she is.

Dustin: Good.

Auntie Rose: But first there's the -- there's the matter of the fee.

Dustin: Ah, right. It's just that last time I went out with Amanda, she turned me down.

Auntie Rose: Well, I'm sure that she will be very receptive today.

Dustin: Good.

Auntie Rose: Thank you.

Auntie Rose: Here she is. And doesn't she look lovely.

Amanda: Dustin? Dustin?

Dustin: Hello, Amanda.

Auntie Rose: Amanda, dear, is there something the matter?

Amanda: No. No, no. Just surprised, that's all. Mr. Trent and I have dated before.

Auntie Rose: Yes, but he wasn't one of our V.I.P. clients then. And I'm sure that this time, you both are going to have a wonderful time together. Aren't you?

Amanda: Yes, of course.

Dustin: Mm-hmm.

Auntie Rose: Ah, that's the spirit. I always want my clients to be satisfied.

Dustin: I'm sure there'll be no problem. No problem at all.

Michael: So look, if those figures donít pan out, I'll call Harry Blackburn myself and take care of it, all right?

Iris: Here, let me help you.

Michael: Whoop. I think this magazine is about ready to roll.

Iris: Hmm, not quite. Soon, though.

Michael: Thank you.

Iris: It's my pleasure.

Michael: Look, I'm going to call the advertising agency myself at the end of the week, all right?

Iris: Yes, of course. Thank you. Ok.

Vivien: Oh! Oh. I told the secretary it was all right, I could go right in.

Iris: I think the secretary is supposed to tell you, Vivien.

Vivien: Oh, so I donít hit anybody with the door when I open it. I'm sorry, Mr. Hudson.

Michael: No problem. Bye.

Iris: Thank you, Mr. Hudson.

Vivien: Here's the box you asked me to --

Iris: Shut the door, Vivien.

Vivien: I brought you the box you asked me to find.

Iris: The door's shut, Vivien. You can talk in your own voice now.

Vivien: Oh. I brought you the box you asked me to find.

Iris: Thank you. I'd love a cup of tea.

Vivien: So would I.

Iris: Vivien -- outside, in the reception area, to the right, you'll find a place where you can make us both a cup of tea.

Vivien: Oh.

Iris: I was trying to go too fast. I almost ruined everything. But he cares. Hmm. He still cares. Hmm, it's just a matter of time.

Rachel: I was determined to get to the bottom of this when it happened.

Mac: Bottom of what?

Rachel: I knew there would be a paper trail, and there was.

Mac: Well, what's Iris got to do with it?

Rachel: Remember how upset we were when Feliciaís book was released right after she was arrested?

Mac: Of course I do. Felicia was devastated. The press was all over the place. What has it got to do with Iris?

Rachel: Iris ordered the release.

Mac: You got to be mistaken, Rachel.

Rachel: Check the date, Mac. That's the morning after Feliciaís arrest. Iris authorized 30 early releases of Feliciaís book and had them sent to the press.

Mac: Rachel, she said --

Rachel: I know what she said, Mac. It's there. It's there in black and white.

Cass: Hello. How's it going?

Sharlene: It's fine. We came out to see Vicky.

Cass: Yeah, so did I. Is John around?

Sharlene: Cass, give him some space.

Cass: I need answers, Sharlene.

Sharlene: He's visiting one of the men on his crew.

Cass: Well, I'll try to catch him later. I will try to keep it brief, too, all right?

Sharlene: Thank you.

Cass: I'm glad we have a minute together, though, because there's a couple of things I'd like to go over with you.

Sharlene: All right.

Cass: I just examined the things that were in Jasonís safe. Did you know that he had a dishonorable discharge from the navy?

Sharlene: No. That's not true.

Cass: I'm afraid it is. He was charged with black-marketeering.

Sharlene: No!

Cass: Apparently, he was into some very dirty business.

Sharlene: Well, there must have been some foul-up. You know how the government is.

Cass: I saw the papers. It was a dishonorable discharge, and the reasons were all spelled out.

Sharlene: Well, I donít understand. What, was he trading money or something? I know that sometimes that's illegal.

Cass: Let's just say he was dealing in equipment that wasn't his and that he definitely shouldnít have been selling.

Sharlene: No.

Cass: Especially during the Vietnam war.

Sharlene: No. I donít care. I know that my brother was in it to make a quick profit, but, Cass, he would never have been involved in something like that. Never.

Cass: John? Did you hear?

John: Yes. Yes, I heard.

Cass: Well, do you know anything about Jasonís military discharge? As I recall, you were involved in the black market, too, when you were in the Far East, weren't you?

John: Didnít realize that was common knowledge. The black market encompasses a lot more than just guns.

Cass: Yes, yes, I know that. You can get just about anything in the black market. But what kinds of things were you involved with?

John: Food, medicine.

Cass: And that's all? Nothing involving arms?

John: Counselor, you have a vivid imagination.

Cass: Hey, I'm just trying to find out what's been going on, that's all.

Sharlene: Cass, I really donít think either one of us wants to talk about this right now.

Cass: Ok. But I am going to have to talk to you both sometime. Excuse me.

Sharlene: How? How could Jason have been involved in something like that?

John: Apparently, we didnít know him, Sharlene. Not at all.

Sam: Yes, Caroline, I'm on my way over right now. Yeah.

Cass: Sam?

Sam: Cass, how's it going?

Cass: Not bad, considering. Where's Vicky?

Sam: She said she couldn't stand it any longer.

Cass: Couldn't stand what?

Sam: Being cooped up. She's out wandering around the hospital while Jamie arranges for the baby's release.

Cass: So I missed her?

Sam: Yeah. Cass, how is Feliciaís case going?

Cass: Things could be better.

Sam: I wish I could help, but I'd left by the time that thing happened.

Cass: That's right, you left early.

Sam: Yeah, and as a matter of fact, most of my memories of that night were pretty good. I mean, playing games with Amanda, talking to the fortuneteller, testing my strength.

Cass: Wait a minute. You were with the strongman?

Sam: Yeah, sure. I never could ring that damn bell.

Cass: Do you remember what he looked like? I mean, could you sketch the guy?

Sam: Sure, yeah. Hold on.

Cass: You got your stuff here? Great.

Sam: Yeah, I'm on my way to work. Come on. Oh, let me see. All right, the guy was big, strong. That was obvious. Long hair like that. Jaw. And he had a mask. The mask came down like that and up like that. And the eyes were -- so. There you go.

Cass: I'm going to check this against something else that we have on him. Are you sure about the mask?

Sam: Positive.

Cass: Do you mind if I tear this out?

Sam: No, go ahead.

Cass: Sam, you may have just corroborated Felicia's story.

Sam: Really? That's great!

Cass: Yes, this is very great. Thank you, Sam. Thanks a lot.

Sam: Hey, anytime.

Cass: Listen, I'm going to take a look for Vicky before she leaves, ok? I want to catch up to her.

Sam: Sure. Hey, let me know, ok?

Cass: I will. Thanks again.

Sam: Yeah.

Vicky: Oh.

Sam: Hi.

Vicky: Are you leaving?

Sam: Yeah, I'm on my way out. Cass was looking for you.

Vicky: Oh, really? Well, I am sorry I missed him.

Sam: Yeah, he had me sketch the strongman, the mask on him, too. You know, the night Jason was killed?

Vicky: Uh-huh.

Sam: Yeah. You can tell he's a hell of a lawyer. He pays a lot of attention to detail.

Vicky: Oh, yeah, that's Cass. He does like to pin things down.

Sam: Yeah. My bet is he'll find out who killed Jason, eventually.

Amanda: You know? So then when I saw y standing there, I mean, my jaw just about fell to the floor.

Dustin: I noticed.

Amanda: Um, so how'd you do it? I mean, how did you choose me before I even knew that Rose would let me do it?

Dustin: Well, when I didnít hear from you, I thought, "I wonder if she's going to try and check out that V.I.P. Club on her own."

Amanda: Well, of course I would. How else would I get a story?

Dustin: Well, I can think of a safer way. But I didnít figure you for one that would play it safe, so I checked the file every day, and suddenly, your picture showed up.

Amanda: When?

Dustin: Yesterday. So I called Rose, and she set it up.

Amanda: Oh, thank goodness.

Dustin: If my guess is right, your career as a V.I.P. girl wouldnít have lasted through the first date.

Amanda: Yeah, you got that right. At least now I bought myself some time.

Dustin: Plus, I'll call Rose and give you a great recommendation.

Amanda: You know, if I can just find a couple more of the V.I.P. girls and talk to them, I might be able to finish my research for this article.

Dustin: I canít wait till that magazine hits the stands. What's the name of it? "Brava"?

Amanda: Yeah. You know, there's just one more thing I have to ask you, Dustin.

Dustin: Sure.

Amanda: Why did you do this for me?

Mac: There you are.

Iris: Daddy, what a pleasant surprise. I thought that you'd gone off with Rachel. I thought --

[Door slams]

Iris: What's the matter?

Mac: I know what you did, Iris. You tell me you love me. How could you do such a thing, and lie to me, too?

Dustin: Well, why shouldnít I help you?

Amanda: Well, you hardly know me. And our first date, I did try to trick you with the whole story about my brothers.

Dustin: I donít think I'll ever forget that evening.

Amanda: So why are you helping me?

Dustin: Well, let's just say I have my own personal reasons for wanting to see video match shut down.

Amanda: Like what?

Dustin: I'll tell you later.

Amanda: Why not now?

Dustin: Well, it's something private. I will tell you, I promise.

Amanda: Ok. So, how can I repay you?

Dustin: Well, I did have to give Auntie Rose some money for you.

Amanda: Right. Right, um -- I'll reimburse you and just take it out as expense. How much did I cost?

Dustin: $250.

Amanda: $250?

Dustin: It would have been $500 all night for someone like you.

Amanda: I donít know if I should be appalled or flattered.

Dustin: You could get higher in a bigger city.

Amanda: I'll write you a check.

Vicky: Ah! You didnít have to come just to take us home.

Michael: Hey, you want a ride, and my limousine's not good enough for you, huh?

Vicky: Yeah, it is, but I know you just came to hold Steven and not see me. You just wanted the baby.

Michael: Me?

Vicky: You.

Jamie: Here's Stevie!

Michael: Oh, look at this guy.

Vicky: Yes, he's precious.

Michael: Oh, hey, Steve, how you doing there? Oh! Oh, oh, he's so good-looking.

Jamie: Hey, where's mom and Mac?

Michael: Oh.

Vicky: I donít know. I guess they left already.

Jamie: Well, that's funny. I thought they wanted to come with us.

Michael: Well, maybe something just couldn't wait, huh?

Jamie: Maybe so, yes.

Michael: Hi there.

Jamie: As a matter of fact, I saw Cass out in the hallway.

Vicky: Oh, please, no more visitors. I've got to get out of this place before I go absolutely nuts.

Jamie: Yeah.

Michael: Well, in that case, maybe I'd better help you. I hate to give this little guy up, but you can take little Stevie the wonder boy here and I'll grab your presents, ok?

Vicky: Ok, ok, I would be glad to take my honey.

Michael: Here you go.

Vicky: You're so good.

Michael: Aw.

Jamie: Well, now, are these the flowers that you want to take home?

Vicky: Yeah.

Jamie: They are? Ok. I got this. Got this. Can you carry this guy, too?

Michael: Sure, if he doesn't mind being carried by the ear, I got it.

Jamie: I'm sure he doesnít.

Michael: All right.

Jamie: I'll grab the overnight bag, and I guess that'll do it, huh? Ok. You all set, hon.

Vicky: Jamie, Jamie --

Jamie: What's the matter?

Vicky: Oh, my God. Oh, Jamie, he's not breathing! Oh, my God!

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