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Another World Transcript Wednesday 4/20/05

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[Doorbell buzzes]

Vivien: I recognize the buzz -- it's Mr. Bates. Yo? Ha, send him up. I was right, it is Mr. Bates.

Iris: You know, I'd appreciate it if you could tidy this desk sometime, Vivien.

Vivien: Do you wish to be busy or merely fractious?

Iris: I am busy. Now just, please, let him in.

Vivien: Your wish is my command. Entrez.

Evan: Top of the morning, Vivien.

Vivien: Top of the morning, Mr. Bates. Hope it gets toppier.

Iris: Morning, Evan. I wondered when you'd stop by.

Evan: Well, we have to chat, Iris.

Iris: I agree, but not this morning, I'm too busy.

Evan: Donít put me off. This is really important.

Iris: I have a lot of phone calls to make and a lot of other things -- now, where is it?

Evan: What?

Iris: My appointment book. It's got all my phone numbers in it. I canít lose it.

Evan: Well, why are you getting so unnerved here?

Iris: Because I donít want to lose it!

Evan: But it's only a datebook, right?

Iris: Vivien? Vivien!

Evan: Oh, I get it -- it's loaded and it's hot.

Iris: Donít be ridiculous.

Evan: Yeah, I got a feeling there's more than just phone numbers in there. I think there's something that could incriminate you.

Sam: Amanda, could you hurry? Just -- this is heavy, you know?

Amanda: Ok. All right, there, there. Right there.

Sam: Right here?

Amanda: No, wait -- no, no. Over, over. No, there, right where you are. There.

Sam: Are you sure?

Amanda: I'm -- I'm positive. I'm positive.

Sam: You like it here?

Amanda: Yes.

Sam: It's is exactly where it was before.

Amanda: So it is. And what am I supposed to do with all of this junk?

Sam: Well, what is it?

Amanda: It just looks like folders and old papers and -- wait a second. What's that? It's a datebook.

Rachel: Hi, guys. How's it going?

Sam: Oh, fine. I always wanted a bad back.

Rachel: Well, it looks pretty good in here.

Amanda: Hey, mama, I just found a datebook that Iris must have left behind here.

Rachel: Well --

Amanda: What should I do with this?

Rachel: Iris had her chance to look through everything in this office and get rid of it. I guess you just throw it away.

Sam: There you go.

Cass: Just one piece of evidence -- that's all we need, something that we haven't uncovered yet or something from Iris or --

Zack: Or Vicky.

Cass: Anyone, I donít care. We just need something.

Zack: We need something good, and as far as the police are concerned, this case is closed and they're not going to be cooperating if we're going on a fishing expedition.

Cass: This is very true. Oh, man, when I think of whoever murdered Jason Frame --

Zack: Yeah.

Cass: Sitting back, laughing, thinking they're home free.

Stacey: Hey, maybe they're not doing that.

Cass: What do you mean?

Stacey: "Crime and punishment" -- you read that, right? The guilt. This person killed someone.

Zack: Yeah, and maybe he's sweating.

Cass: But that's why I want to keep the pressure on everybody and wait until somebody slips up.

Zack: I donít think we can afford to wait on something that might not happen, Cass.

Cass: Everybody slips up, Zack. We just have to be patient.

[Phone rings]

Stacey: Winthrop & Edwards.

Felicia: Stacey, hi!

Stacey: Felicia. Are you all right? Is anything wrong?

Felicia: No, no, I'm fine. In fact, I haven't felt this good in weeks.

Stacey: Oh, terrific. Well, what happened?

Cass: Let me talk to her.

Felicia: Listen, I really need to talk to Cass. I have an idea that might lead us to the real killer.

Stacey: Felicia, that's good news.

Cass: What is? Let me talk to her.

Stacey: Hold on a second. I'm going to put you on the speakerphone so everyone can hear, all right?

Felicia: Yes, that's good. Listen, I donít have much time. I sort of bribed my way to the head of the line and some people here aren't too happy about it and I'm out of change, but, listen, I thought of something that might help us.

Cass: Tell us, honey.

Felicia: Cass, hi!

Cass: Hi.

Zack: Hi, Felicia.

Felicia: Oh, Zack. Hi. Listen, I just keep thinking about the week before Jason died. Now, I have a lot of time in here to think. That's one thing about this place.

Cass: Honey.

Felicia: Anyway, now, listen to me. I keep going back to a conversation that I had with Jason just after you were beaten up, Cass.

Cass: What did he say?

Felicia: He swore to me that he had nothing to do with what happened to you.

Zack: Well, it'd be natural for him to lie to you, Felicia.

Felicia: No, I know that, but I keep thinking about it and I think he was genuinely sincere when he said he knew nothing about it.

Cass: He was?

Felicia: Yes. I mean, he tried to cover and he tried to pretend that he wasn't surprised, but I think he was and I think he was scared. I really think, Cass, that that beating was meant for him.

Cass: Someone wanted Jason beaten up?

Felicia: Yes, and you just got there before he did. I mean, think about it for a minute. I mean, it happened out at the farm.

Cass: I did think it was kind of stupid of Jason to have me beaten up in his own kitchen.

Stacey: Right, and did anybody know you were going up there that day?

Cass: I donít know. I donít think so.

Felicia: I really think that somebody was trying to scare Jason.

Cass: And that was the logical place to do it, all right.

Felicia: Of course, and it worked. I mean, it did scare him, I know it did, because I felt it, and, Cass, that was the day that he said that he was going to start carrying a gun.

Zack: Ok. Suppose someone wanted to scare Jason -- I mean, make him stop doing something, and the beating was a scare tactic.

Cass: Which didnít work because he kept doing whatever it was that he was doing.

Stacey: Right, so whoever arranged for this person to get beaten for --

Cass: Was probably the killer.

Stacey: Yeah.

Felicia: Listen, I've been thinking about that, too.

Cass: Good. You're on a roll, honey.

Felicia: Listen, I donít know what all of you were thinking, but there is one person that I canít get out of my mind. I mean, a person who would deliberately try and almost ruin her own father -- wouldnít that person -- wouldnít that person be desperate enough to really commit murder?

Cass: Iris.

Iris: There is nothing incriminating in my appointment book. You've been reading far too many detective novels while you've been convalescing.

Evan: Oh, come on, Iris, drop the front. You pushed the panic button.

Iris: It has my whole week's schedule in there, plus phone numbers, addresses, every address I need. Oh, gosh, where is it?

Vivien: Did you bellow?

Iris: Yes, I did, Vivien.

Vivien: I was listening to my horoscope over the phone -- uh-oh, crisis, just as they predicted.

Iris: The crisis is, Vivien, that I've lost my appointment book.

Vivien: How may I accommodate you, Mrs. Wheeler?

Iris: Well, perhaps you could phone "Brava" and see if I've left it there.

Vivien: Right-o, and would you like me to peruse all those boxes you dragged in here?

Iris: Yeah. That'd be an excellent idea.

Evan: Well, it looks like you're going to have time for me after all.

Iris: That depends. Have you changed your mind about helping me?

Evan: You mean to find out what's going on at Cory?

Iris: Yes.

Evan: Well, as a matter of fact, I came all the way over here just to tell you about the plans for the 25th anniversary party.

Iris: Oh, yes. I noticed that you were on the planning committee.

Evan: Well, I didnít lobby for that, Iris. I'm actually trying to stay away from it.

Iris: Mm-hmm. Well, that's a bad mistake. You know, it might be too late to change your mind.

Evan: Do you know that Rachel invited the entire Frame family?

Iris: I already know that. She says she wants to bury the hatchet, so to speak, with your family. Of course, she doesn't know that it's your family.

Evan: Well, I'd like to keep it that way.

Iris: I'm sure. She says she wants peace.

Evan: I think she means it.

Iris: It's funny that she doesn't mention that she was the cause of the rift in the first place, isnít it?

Evan: What does it matter, Iris, as long as she wants to put an end to it?

Iris: Makes it rather sticky for you, doesn't it -- I mean, if Willis and Gwen decide to show up?

Evan: Well, I already called Willis and I told him not to show up.

Iris: And since when has a Frame done what they were told? What about Auntie Gwen?

Evan: Well, I donít know. Her and Willis split. She may show.

Iris: "May"? You got to be joking. She wouldnít miss it for the world. The chance at a celebration and the opportunity to maybe make a scene? You know, Auntie Gwen has gone rather off the deep end.

Evan: Hmm.

Iris: Your cover might really be blown.

Evan: I think I can handle it.

Iris: Or you can give Rachel what she deserves now, before you can come up with another reason why not to.

Evan: Oh, good. That reminds me -- there was another reason why I came here this morning.

Iris: Oh, and what was that?

Evan: Just to let you know that I am going to do this my way.

Iris: Oh, I am so fed up with this tripe -- mending fences and forgiving and forgetting.

Evan: I donít forget, Iris.

Iris: Donít you?

Evan: No.

Iris: Then how can you stand by and let the woman who murdered your mother bask in the limelight at bringing the Frames and the Coryís together? Think about it.

Sharlene: Hello. I'm here to see Rachel Cory. My name is Sharlene Watts.

Wendy: Oh -- hmm. Do you have an appointment?

Sharlene: No, I donít.

Wendy: Oh -- oh, oh. Will you just sit down over there and I'll see if Mrs. Cory is available.

Sharlene: All right. Thank you very much.

Wendy: Ok.

Sam: Finally. Can I put this here?

Amanda: Wait, I'll check, I'll check. Wendy?

Wendy: No more filing?

Amanda: No, this is for the circular file -- just some stuff that Iris left in the office.

Wendy: You want me to throw them out?

Amanda: Yeah, please.

Wendy: All right.

Amanda: Just give the whole thing to maintenance, ok?

Wendy: Ok. Just leave it over here and I'll take care of it.

Sam: Oops. There you go.

Amanda: Thanks. I'm sorry about your back. Look, I had to change the whole place around. I didnít want it to feel like Iris' place.

Sam: [New York accent] Yeah, sure. I understand.

Amanda: Hmm.

Sam: [Normal voice] Listen, I do have something that will make that office completely yours.

Amanda: Yeah?

Sam: Yeah.

Amanda: What's that?

Sam: A surprise.

Amanda: Sam!

Sam: Well, what? Donít you have work to do? Work.

Amanda: Sam, come on! Sharlene, hi.

Sharlene: Hello.

Amanda: Can I help you with something?

Sharlene: Well, actually, I'm here to see your mother. I wanted to thank her for including my family in the celebration, so --

Amanda: Oh, so you're -- you'll be coming, then?

Sharlene: Yeah. I'm looking forward to it.

Amanda: Great, I'm glad.

Rachel: Oh, good. So am I. Hi, Sharlene.

Sharlene: Hello, Rachel.

Rachel: Hi.

Sharlene: Good to see you.

Amanda: Well, I'm going to be in my office, ok, Mom?

Rachel: Ok.

Amanda: Sharlene.

Sharlene: Yeah.

Amanda: My office.

Rachel: I hope you approve of what I've done.

Sharlene: My entire family?

Rachel: Uh-huh.

Sharlene: I just hope you know what you're getting yourself into.

Rachel: Of course I do. I think it's long overdue.

Sharlene: Well, I think it's time to accept the past and move on.

Rachel: Exactly.

Sharlene: I've been trying to do a lot of that lately.

Rachel: Sharlene, what you did in the court -- that took a lot of courage. I really admire that.

Sharlene: Well, I hope it was the right thing. Josie is bitter.

Rachel: Matthew says that she wonít have anything to do with him.

Sharlene: I know, I know. That's my fault.

Rachel: I donít think it is. Sharlene, both those children have had an awful lot to cope with from everybody.

Sharlene: Including us. I imagine that you are slightly relieved that they've split up.

Rachel: No, I'm not.

Sharlene: No, I -- I know. I'm -- I know. I'm sorry. And now she's alone.

Rachel: Matthewís invited her to the party.

Sharlene: Oh, he has?

Rachel: Mm-hmm.

Sharlene: I hope she'll come.

Rachel: Maybe the party can show both of the children that things can change.

Sharlene: I hope they can. I mean that.

Rachel: Good.

Sharlene: Well, I've taken up enough of your time. Thank you.

Rachel: Well, actually, your timing is terrific. Amanda and I were just going to go over things for the party and you did such a terrific job with the snowflake ball. Could you help us?

Sharlene: Well, I've got a few minutes, sure, sure.

Rachel: Good, ok, I'll tell you what we had in mind.

Sharlene: Great.

Rachel: Actually, I think we're going back to Amandaís office.

[Phone rings]

Wendy: "Brava."

Vivien: Hello. This is Vivien Gorrow, Mrs. Wheeler's personal assistant -- that is, P.A.

Wendy: Mrs. Wheeler is no longer with "Brava."

Vivien: Oh, I know that. I called to ask you if she left her appointment book behind. It is essential to her proper functioning.

Wendy: Oh, ok. Well, let's see -- there's a box of trash from her office right here. I'll check it.

Vivien: Ok. I'm going to call you back later, then, to see if your search was productive.

Wendy: Oh, ok -- I guess. Ok.

[Phone rings]

Rachel: It's taken so many people to keep this company afloat over 25 years that we've decided to have this party on a yacht.

Sharlene: On a yacht.

Amanda: We're going to start it with a cocktail hour in the harbor and follow it with a dinner cruise.

Sharlene: That sounds wonderful. All right, so how can I help?

Rachel: Well, we've got some surprise guests coming.

Sharlene: Oh, besides my family?

Rachel: Mm-hmm and I want them to be comfortable, so I sort of wanted you to look at this seating chart, which I have in here somewhere.

Sharlene: Me -- ok.

Amanda: Mom's just trying to think of everything, you know.

Rachel: Oh, here it is. Well, you know, it's the little things that can slip you up. I want everybody to feel comfortable. I donít want the Frames on one side and the Coryís on the other. One of the reasons for this party is to bring the two families together. So, here is the seating chart so you have some idea of how we're setting it up.

Sharlene: You know, Rachel, there is someone else you could add to the list.

Rachel: Who?

Sharlene: I have another nephew.

Rachel: You do?

Sharlene: I do. Janice -- she had a son.

Rachel: What?

Amanda: She did?

Sharlene: Yeah, and no one knows where he is.

Cass: This could be the break we're looking for.

Zack: If Iris hired someone to beat Jason up.

Stacey: So how does a socialite hire a goon?

Cass: Well, she must have left a trail somewhere. She'd stick out like a sore thumb in those circles.

Zack: And to get something like that set up, you'd need to talk to a few people.

Cass: Zack, I want you to do some digging, try and come up with a list of local thugs that hire themselves out for that sort of thing and where they hang out.

Zack: Yeah, I have a feeling that Reuben might have some input.

Cass: Now, that's a good idea.

Stacey: Wait a second -- where are you going?

Cass: Over to Iris'.

Stacey: Well, you're not going to get anything out of her.

Cass: Well, you never know. I might get lucky.

Stacey: Oh, of course -- you could use some of that marvelous charm of yours and maybe she'll slip up, huh?

Cass: Yeah, well, right now, I'd settle for a look at her checkbook or her appointment book or rolodex or anything I can find or borrow.

Zack: Borrow? What exactly does "borrow" mean?

Cass: Now, take it easy, Zack. I just think it might be time to get a little creative, that's all.

Zack: I hate it when you get creative.

Cass: Donít worry.

Zack: Look, I hate it more when you tell me not to worry.

Stacey: Hey, do you want me to keep the tail on Vicky?

Cass: Absolutely. She's still a suspect, ok? Listen, one other thing. Would you take over that aspect of the investigation?

Stacey: Well, sure, but why?

Cass: It's just too hard on Nicole to have me going after her niece.

Stacey: Oh, enough said. No problem.

Zack: Look, I think I'm going to walk out with you. I'm going to check some of the bars down by the docks.

Cass: Let's go. Are you going to be here, Stace? Stace?

Stacey: Huh?

Cass: I'm expecting Sharlene in less than an hour.

Stacey: Oh, why?

Cass: I wanted to question her about Jasonís actions the week of his murder, especially now. I'll try to be back in time, but if I'm not, would you just have her wait and make herself comfortable? Stace?

Stacey: Hmm?

Cass: Hello?

Stacey: Yeah?

Cass: Are you ok? You're a little spaced out today.

Stacey: Oh, no, no, no. I'm fine. I --

Cass: Well, last night you said that you had to resolve something.

Stacy: And I did resolve it. I'm fine, really.

Cass: Ok, we're out of here.

Stacey: I'll see you later.

Cass: Ok.

Zack: Let's go. I was trying to find my --

Cass: What?

[Phone rings]

Frankie: Derek? Derek? Are you here? Your phone's ringing. Hello.

Stacey: Hello?

Frankie: Who's this?

Derek: I told you I'm clean.

Guard: Go ahead.

Felicia: Hi.

Derek: Hi.

Felicia: This is such a surprise. I couldn't believe it when they told me it was you.

Derek: Yeah, I had to see you.

Felicia: Are you all right?

Derek: Are you OK?

Felicia: Oh, yeah. I'm fine. I'm sort of looking at this as a growth experience -- you know, meeting new people and expanding my horizons. Either that or I'm paying off some karmic debt from some other life. If that's true, I'm probably Lucretia Borgia.

Derek: Fanny, stop it. Donít make jokes.

Felicia: Oh, honey, come on, I have to. You know, it's the only way I can survive in this place.

Derek: The only reason you're here is because you were trying to protect me.

Felicia: No, no, you stop that.

Derek: Look, I canít let this go on. I'm -- I'm getting you out of here.

Felicia: I am getting out, soon. Cass is working on it.

Derek: Look, I'm not waiting for him. There are other ways.

Felicia: What?

Derek: I can arrange it.

Rachel: Janice had a child?

Sharlene: This was before she came to Bay City and she was just a kid when he was born.

Rachel: I didnít know.

Sharlene: I know that. That's the way she wanted it.

Rachel: But what happened to this child once Janice died?

Sharlene: Well, it was foster care at first, I think.

Rachel: Oh, no!

Amanda: Mom --

Rachel: Oh, that poor child.

Sharlene: No, eventually he did end up living with Willis and Gwen, but this was after they left Bay City.

Rachel: Well, you donít know where this child is now?

Sharlene: I donít.

Rachel: But maybe Willis does. Maybe he's coming with them.

Amanda: Well, we haven't heard from either Willis or Gwen. Should we call them?

Rachel: Well, of course we should. We should do anything we can to help this child.

Evan: Excuse me. I'm just overhearing. The party's Friday night. Now, isnít that kind of late to be --?

Rachel: I donít care about the party. I care about the child. We've got to do something to help this child.

Evan: But you donít even know where this person is.

Amanda: Well, maybe I can find him.

Rachel: How?

Amanda: I am an investigative reporter, right?

Rachel: Ok, that's a good idea. Why donít you try? You help her, Evan.

Evan: Wait, let me get this straight. You want us to find Janice Frame's son?

Rachel: Yes, I do. I want it to be top priority.

Amanda: Well, we'll do the best we can.

Rachel: We have to do something.

Sharlene: Well, thank you. Thank you, and I have to go right now, but I'll tell you what -- I'll make some calls of my own, Amanda, and if I find anything out, I'll give you a call.

Amanda: Great.

Sharlene: Ok?

Amanda: Yeah.

Rachel: All right, I'll walk you out.

Sharlene: All right. And I'll see you on Friday --

Amanda: Right.

Sharlene: I suppose? Bye, Evan.

Amanda: Bye.

Evan: So long. You know, your mother really sounded upset about that kid.

Amanda: I'm sure she is upset.

Evan: What, about -- is she upset at what happened to her or about what happened to the kid's mother?

Amanda: My mother only did what she had to do. I'm sure she's concerned about Janiceís child.

Evan: A Frame child.

Amanda: Come on. Donít you know my mother well enough by now? It doesn't make any difference.

Frankie: I'll say this for you Derek, my friend you do travel light.

Stacey: Derek? Anybody here? Hello? Oh, it's you.

Frankie: Yeah. Our host isnít home.

Stacey: Well, good, because I wanted to have a talk with you anyway.

Frankie: Great. Shall we sit? Although, I donít know where -- it doesn't seem that Derek is into "house beautiful."

Stacey: I want you out of this case and out of Derekís life.

Frankie: I'm sure you do, but unfortunately, that's not possible. I have an appointment with Derek. I'm meeting him here.

Stacey: Why are you doing this?

Frankie: What?

Stacey: Pursuing Derek. What is it that you're after?

Frankie: I'm not sure that that's any of your business. But for one thing, I want to ask him a few more questions about the night of the murder.

Stacey: Well, there's no point in you doing that. He's already told me everything he knows, so you're not going to find out anything new.

Frankie: Maybe I want to find that out for myself.

Stacey: I want you to stop bothering him.

Frankie: Hang on one minute, lady. I realize that you and your brother think that you are the greatest thing to happen to the legal profession since Perry Mason --

Stacey: That has a lot to do with this.

Frankie: And I also know that you two think that you are the only two people capable of having an idea or uncovering a fact, and I canít help but notice how you happen to think that Derek is your own private property.

Stacey: What?

Frankie: But I have a news flash for you, sweetheart -- you are not the only person who can communicate with Derek on a variety of levels, so stop trying to hide him from the rest of the world.

Stacey: My concern for Derek is as a friend in a highly sensitive case. I'm trying to protect a key witness in my client's defense.

Frankie: You really believe that horse puckey?

Stacey: Of course. And it's not -- that.

Frankie: Oh. You are good.

Stacey: At what?

Frankie: At kidding yourself, because, honey, that's what you're doing if you believe that your interest in that man is strictly professional.

Stacey: You know, I really donít care to sit around all day and chat with you about my relationship with Derek.

Frankie: No, I'm sure you donít.

Stacey: So I have an appointment in my office and if you could tell Derek that I came by, I would appreciate it.

Frankie: Oh, will do.

Stacey: Thank you very much.

Frankie: Ta-ta.

Felicia: Now, Derek, you listen to me. You get this crazy idea out of your head.

Derek: I can do it.

Felicia: Honey, this is not what you're to do. I mean, you're going to get us both in a lot of trouble.

Derek: I've got to do something.

Felicia: You probably saved my life. There's nothing else you're supposed to do for me.

Derek: I want to help you.

Felicia: I know you do. Then -- then work with Cass. Can you do that? Can you try and help him find the killer?

Guard: Wait. Who do you want to see?

Mitch: I want to see my wife, Felicia Gallant.

Guard: Gallant? No, no, she already has a visitor.

Derek: Fanny, I've got to go now. But I hate this, leaving you here.

Felicia: Honey, I'm ok, really. You just take care of yourself, all right?

Derek: Ok.

Felicia: Ok.

Derek: Bye.

Felicia: Bye. It's ok.

Mitch: What are you doing here? Why are you seeing her? Why is she covering for you?

Guard: Hey, what's going on?

Derek: Hey, nothing. I was just about to go.

Mitch: I swear to you if you donít tell me why you're covering for him,  if you donít tell me why you're sacrificing yourself for him, I'm going to find him and I'm going to drag it out of him.

Felicia: Mitch, I donít want you to harass Derek.

Mitch: Listen, one way or the other, I'm going to find out.

Felicia: Honey, I mean this. I donít want you to do anything to him. He's done enough for me already.

Mitch: Then you admit it -- you know him.

(Acoustic guitar playing)

Felicia: Darling, please, canít you trust me?

Mitch: Look, it's not a matter of trust.

Felicia: Do you really believe that I would make a decision not to put Derek on the stand if I didnít have a very good reason?

Mitch: Nothing can justify being in this place. Nothing can justify what you're going through -- for us being separated for God knows how long. Tell me, what can justify that? What reason?

Felicia: Honey, if I told you everything now, I donít think that you would really understand it. You would go to Cass. You would. And the two of you would start to work on something that could actually ruin someone's life.

Mitch: And what about your life? I happen to care about your life.

Felicia: I know you do, darling, I know. And I know you want me out of here. I want to be out of here, too, more than anything.

Mitch: Then why? Why wonít you help yourself?

Felicia: I am. I am. I'm just -- I'm just doing it my way. Mitch, just give me a few more weeks. That's all I ask, please.

Mitch: That's all?

Felicia: Yes, that's all. Please, hon, promise me that you wonít harass Derek.

Mitch: Felicia --

Felicia: Please, Mitch. Canít you promise me that?

Mitch: Ok. Ok. I promise.

Felicia: I love you. I love you more than you will ever know.

Cass: Vivien, you are looking particularly radiant this morning.

Vivien: Thank you, Mr. Winthrop.

Cass: You're very welcome. I assume that you are wondering what I want from you now. Is Iris home?

Vivien: Oui, but maybe non to you.

Cass: Oh. Well, could you check, please?

Vivien: "Certainon."

Cass: That's certainement.

Vivien: Certaimement.

Cass: Thank you.

Vivien: Mais, oui, monsieur.

Cass: And no rush, Vivien. No rush at all.

Iris: If there is so much as a paper clip missing, I'll have you put behind bars, alongside your beloved client.

Cass: Hello, Iris.

Iris: Good morning.

Cass: This is actually very amusing. I assume that you thought I was going --

Iris: Going through my private papers and spying on me. Yes. The thought did cross my mind.

Cass: Well, nothing could be further from mine. You see, Vivien said that you might not be willing to see me this morning, so I was going to leave you a note. I was actually looking for a pen.

Iris: Oh. I see.

Cass: Oh, there it is. I've been looking for this little devil all morning.

Iris: Now, perhaps you'll tell me the real reason why you're here.

Cass: Well, this may astonish you, Iris, but I was affected by your visit to my office yesterday.

Iris: Oh? Really?

Cass: Yes, you were so genuinely distraught that you were under surveillance that I decided to call it off. I took the gumshoes off your tail, Iris.

Iris: Do you mean to tell me that those two goons who have been following me around in their polyester suits and station wagons wonít be anymore?

Cass: No, they wonít be bothering you. Your plea did not fall on deaf ears.

Iris: Is this your little sign to me that you have found the real killer?

Cass: Why, Iris, I do believe you're pumping me -- for information. You know I'm not at liberty to tell you that sort of thing. But you can draw your own conclusions, though, canít you?

Iris: Oh, yes. I always do.

Cass: I can say that we've had a breakthrough.

Iris: A breakthrough?

Cass: Mm-hmm. Evidence. Within a few days, I should have concrete proof to use against Jasonís murderess.

Iris: And you came all this way just to ease my mind?

Cass: Yeah, wasn't that nice of me?

Iris: It was of you. And my mind is relieved, yeah.

Cass: Well, good. I'll keep in touch with you, too.

Iris: Thanks for coming by. Oh, and, Cass?

Cass: Yes?

Iris: Next time, I'd save yourself the trouble.

Cass: I'm sorry?

Iris: If you were hoping to scare me into making a slip-up, you've got the wrong woman.

Cass: It's not like you to be so paranoid, Iris.

Iris: Cass, I did not kill Jason Frame. And I donít believe a word you said. But do have a nice day.

Amanda: Well, at least we know something. The child's name was Earl -- Earl Battis.

Evan: Earl? Poor kid, he must have hated that name.

Amanda: Anyway, when Janice died, then he went to live with Willis. Willis moved to Australia.

Evan: Yeah, but that was only for a little while.

Amanda: Right. How'd you know that?

Evan: Oh, I donít. I'm speculating.

Amanda: Oh, well, you're right, because then Willis brought everybody back here to the states.

Evan: Well, then what happened after that?

Amanda: Oh, I donít know. That's what I donít know. Sharlene just said that Willis liked to move around a lot.

Evan: Well, then how old would this earl person be?

Amanda: 28 -- 29, 30, maybe. Wonder what he's like.

Sam: Delivery for Mrs. Fowler.

Amanda: Oh! I love it, Sam!

Sam: Where do you want it? Placement's part of the service.

Amanda: Oh, put it wherever you want it. I'm sure you had somewhere in mind anyway. Oh, I am so glad it's abstract. Now I can stare at it all day long and nobody will ever know what I'm doing.

Sam: Hello, Evan.

Evan: Hi. Excuse me --

Sam: Mm-hmm?

Evan: Maybe what I should do is run a computer check on -- what is the name? Earl -- is his name Earl Battis? Is that it?

Amanda: Right, yeah.

Sam: Mm-hmm.

Evan: And -- ok, then I'll do that. And maybe he'll turn up somewhere, right?

Sam: Yeah, why donít you go do that, Evan?

Amanda: Yeah, let me know.

Sam: Yeah. I hope you donít have any work that's, like, pressing, do you?

Amanda: Hold on.

Sam: Huh?

Amanda: Why donít I -- why donít I lock the door? I donít believe this office has been christened properly.

Sam: Why, Mrs. Fowler --

[Amanda laughs] (Woman) I've got the power.

Wendy: Good morning.

Vivien: Hello, this is Vivien again. Vivien Gorrow.

Wendy: Uh-huh.

Vivien: Was your search productive?

Wendy: Well, I'm really sorry. I checked through the whole box very carefully, and it wasn't there.

Vivien: Oh, Mrs. Wheeler isnít going to like this.

Wendy: Honestly -- oh, you can take this box right here.

Janitor: Right.

Frankie: Ooh. Welcome home.

Derek: I'm not big on visitors.

Frankie: Well, I didnít think you'd mind. And I guess I was mistaken.

Derek: Yeah, it happens.

Frankie: Well, I'll leave in a minute.

Derek: Good.

Frankie: I only came because I have a very interesting idea. I think we can figure out who really killed Uncle Jason.

Derek: Hey, you said Fanny did it.

Frankie: Well, that's over. I've changed my mind.

Derek: What do you want?

Frankie: The same thing you do -- justice -- on my terms.

Derek: I'm not buying this.

Frankie: Somebody put a bullet through my Uncle, and your pal Felicia is taking the rap for it. Now, that doesn't exactly thrill me, you know? I have an interest in this case, too.

Derek: Yeah, ok.

Frankie: So I want to find out who would do something like that, and I want to make them pay big-time. You in?

Derek: So far.

Frankie: Ok. So tell me again everything that happened the night that you followed Felicia.

Derek: It was crowded. I wanted to talk to her alone.

Frankie: So you followed her into the hall of mirrors?

Derek: Yeah, I called to her.

Frankie: You frightened her?

Derek: Yeah, she saw me and fired. The mirror broke. Your Uncle was all bloody, and he was already dead. There was screaming. Fanny fainted. I took the gun.

Frankie: You what?

Derek: I took the gun and I got out of there.

Frankie: Oh, my God, Winthrop was right. What happened before Fanny saw you?

Derek: I donít know! Nothing. I --

Frankie: Derek, in court, Felicia said she heard somebody arguing when she went in there. Did you?

Derek: I wasn't paying attention.

Frankie: Yeah, but there were other people there.

Derek: I didnít see anybody.

Frankie: Did you hear voices?

Derek: Look, I only remember little pieces of it.

Frankie: You were there. They were having a fight. You must have heard something. Are you telling me everything?

Derek: That's it.

Frankie: Ok. Well, Derek, you said that you remember pieces. There's a way that you can remember more. Ok? There's a way that you can put all those little pieces together.

Derek: I can help Fanny?

Frankie: Yes. Will you let yourself be hypnotized?

Stacey: Look, I'm sorry. I hope this hasn't been too painful for you going over this all --

Sharlene: No, I'm just as anxious to find out who killed my brother as you are.

Stacey: So you donít think that Felicia did it?

Sharlene: I have my doubts.

Stacey: Good. Then let's get back to this.

Sharlene: Ok.

Stacey: Now, you said that Jason got a lot of phone calls that week.

Sharlene: He was on the phone constantly.

Stacey: All right, do you know who he was talking to?

Sharlene: Well, he told me that they were business calls, but I didnít get any names.

Stacey: Did he mention to you anything about a threat?

Sharlene: No. No, but Jason wouldnít tell me something like that.

Stacey: Did he seem scared at all?

Sharlene: He was panicked. I thought it was business. We were about to lose the farm.

Stacey: Do you remember when Cass was beaten up at your place?

Sharlene: Of course I do.

Stacey: Well, we think that that was probably meant for Jason.

Sharlene: Oh, my God. Who sent them?

Stacey: Cass is trying to find that out now.

Cass: Hello, Sharlene.

Sharlene: Cass.

Cass: How have you been holding up?

Sharlene: I'm hanging in there, Cass.

Cass: I canít tell you how sorry I am.

Sharlene: Let's just see if we canít help Felicia, ok?

Cass: Ok. Thank you for coming over. I'm sorry you had to start without me.

Sharlene: No, no problem.

Cass: So how far did we get, Stace?

Stacey: Did you get anything out of Iris?

Cass: No, nothing yet. But I'll tell you, she is a very smooth article.

Sharlene: Iris?

Cass: Yeah.

Stacey: Yeah, we think that Iris was the one who had planned on having Jason beaten up.

Cass: I tried to go through her personal papers, but she's on to me.

Stacey: What about a court order to have them impounded?

Cass: I'll never get that.

Stacey: How about Mac?

Cass: I canít ask him, not now.

Sharlene: Wait -- I donít know that this is going to help, but I was just over at "Brava." And they're clearing out Iris' office. There is a huge stack of Iris' papers just next to the receptionist's desk.

Cass: There is?

Sharlene: Yes, but if you want them, you'd better hurry, because they are headed for the garbage.

Cass: Let's go, Stace, come on. Grab your purse. Come on.

Frankie: It isnít dangerous. They do it all the time now in criminal cases, especially for an eyewitness. It helps you to recall stuff that you May have blocked out.

Derek: How?

Frankie: This is how it works. You saw a murder, and that so shocked you that it's all that your conscious mind can remember. But there are other things that your unconscious mind did register -- how many mirrors there were, what music was playing, voices, what they were saying. Details. And it is the details that will lead us to the killer.

Derek: Yeah, but I didnít see any of that stuff.

Frankie: Derek, that is exactly the point! How do you know? Isnít it worth trying to find out to help Fanny?

Derek: Yeah, yeah, but people can control you when you're under.

Frankie: They can do that by hurting people you love. Now, isnít it worth thinking about? I mean, we haven't tried it!

Derek: I just need some time.

Frankie: You got it. I'll be in touch.

Derek: Stacey was here.

Frankie: Oh -- yeah, I forgot to mention that. I got so caught up in what we were talking about. She said it wasn't important.

[Sam growls]

Amanda: Sam, come on! I'm going to have to have you banned from this office so that I can get some work done.

Sam: Oh. I thought I qualified as inspiration.

Amanda: You do.

Sam: Oh.

Amanda: You definitely do.

Sam: Besides, you canít ban me from this office. I had these made.

Amanda: To my office?

Sam: Yeah! Now you'll never escape me.

[Sam growls]

Amanda: I swear --

[Amanda squeals]

Rachel: Amanda, do you have a minute?

Amanda: That's -- oh, my God, it's Mom.

Sam: Um --

Amanda: Oh -- oh -- yes, please, tuck that in. Do I look ok?

Sam: It's lopsided.

Amanda: Oh, my God!

[Knock on door]

Amanda: Oh! Oh, I'll just leave it. I donít have time.

Sam: Oh, Amanda, wait. Donít --

Amanda: What?

Sam: Catch.

Amanda: Oh.

[Sam whistles]

Amanda: Hi.

Rachel: Hi. What took you so long? Oh. Well, I brought you this production graph. Where do you want it?

Amanda: Just put it on my desk for me, ok?

Rachel: Ok. Also, we've gotten some RSVPs in. Sandy canít be here. Your father will be disappointed.

Amanda: Oh. Well, any acceptances?

Rachel: Well, it's all in -- all in here. What about you and Evan? Did you have any luck finding Janiceís son?

Amanda: No, not yet. I got kind of sidetracked.

Rachel: Hmm. Yeah, I can see that.

Amanda: Yeah, but Evan is running a computer check, though.

Rachel: Good. Well, maybe he'll get lucky.

Amanda: Yeah.

Rachel: Looks like you already did.

Iris: Earl Battis?

Evan: Would you stop it?

Iris: That's your real name?

Evan: Iris, would you give it a rest? Do you mind?

Iris: I donít believe it. Rachel has you tracking yourself down? Oh, that's wonderful.

Evan: Well, I'm glad you think this is so amusing.

Iris: Well, donít you? I mean, darling, where's your sense of humor? Just think about it. Oh, if Rachel only knew --

Evan: I have been thinking about it.

Iris: Well, what are you going to do about it? I mean, I'm just dying to know. Will little Earl, Janiceís real son, be found?

Evan: Ok, Iris, that's enough. You've had your laugh at my expense. This is serious. I donít know if I can deal with this.

Iris: Oh, I'm sorry, darling. Yes, I guess it is serious. Your cover could be blown, and you just donít know what you want anymore, do you?

Evan: I've wanted what I've always wanted.

Iris: No, I donít think so. You used to be such a strong man. Such a great thirst for revenge.

Evan: Iris, I said give it a rest.

Iris: Ah. It's Amanda, isnít it? You're thinking about the look on her face when she finds out who you are.

Evan: I donít give a damn about Amanda.

Iris: Oh? Prove it.

[Iris giggles]

Wendy: How may I help you?

Cass: Well, actually, I'm afraid we're here on official business.

Wendy: Oh.

Cass: We are with the department of sanitation.

Stacey: The what? Yes, sanitation.

Wendy: Well, what is that?

Cass: This paper grants us access to your reclamation center.

Wendy: Our what?

Cass: As you know, waste is a national disease of epic proportion. And quite frankly, we received anonymous reports that there is great wastage in this company.

Wendy: Oh, really?

Stacey: "Wastage"?

Cass: Mm-hmm, wastage. So this document gives us the right to make spot checks on certain questionable areas --

Wendy: Oh, oh, oh.

Cass: To make sure you're living up to your responsibilities.

Wendy: All right, you see --

Cass: Of course, failure to comply is an obvious sign of guilt. I'm afraid we'll have to take down your name.

Wendy: But -- no, I've only been working here a week.

Cass: Oh, pity.

Stacey: Yeah.

Wendy: Well, look, the cleaning people usually pick up everything from a dumpster, back there.

Cass: Thank you, you've been very helpful.

Wendy: Ok.

Cass: Thank you. What's your name again?

Wendy: Wendy.

Cass: Wendy -- make a note of that, please. Come on.

Stacey: Thank you.

Stacey: Oh, come on!

Cass: What?

Stacey: How are we going to find anything in here?

Cass: Well, there's only one way -- we take the plunge.

Stacey: You're kidding me. You're going in there?

Cass: Yeah. And so are you. You wanted to be a vital part of this investigation.

Stacey: Not that vital, no, uh-uh.

Cass: Come on. Here, let me help you.

Stacey: Oh --

Cass: Temperature is just right.

Stacey: God, Cass.

Cass: No problemo.

Stacey: Oh.

Cass: Oh, gross! How could you get in a garbage dumpster, Stace?

Stacey: And it stinks!

Cass: Ok.

Stacey: What are we looking for in here?

Cass: We're looking for anything with Iris Wheeler's name, and we donít have much time, ok?

Stacey: Ew. Well, not this.

Cass: Oh. Not these, not that.

Stacey: How about -- oh, Cass!

Cass: What, what?

Stacey: I just stepped in something squishy.

Cass: Donít move, all right? I'll look.

Stacey: Left foot, right here.

Cass: Left foot?

Stacey: Ugh.

Cass: Oh, jeez --

Stacey: Hurry up!

Cass: Stace. Oh, you lost your shoe. Oh, jeez, Stace. Oh. Oh.

Stacey: Well, what is it?

Cass: Oh, Stacey, no, no, no. You donít want to know.

Stacey: I do!

Cass: No, no.

Stacey: It was touching me.

Cass: I'll tell you after lunch.

Stacey: Thanks. Ok. Hey, what about that burgundy thing over there?

Cass: What burgundy thing?

Stacey: Right there. Can you reach that?

Cass: Looks like a book.

Stacey: Whose?

Cass: An appointment book.

Stacey: Can you see whose?

Cass: Iris Wheelerís. Yeah!

Stacey: Ah, you're a genius!

Cass: Oh!

Stacey: You are an unorthodox genius.

Cass: You're the one who saw it. This is exactly what I was hoping for.

Stacey: Anything good in here?

Cass: Look at this. This is the week that leads up to Jasonís death. Thank you!

Stacey: All right!

Cass: Whoo!

Stacey: Come on, let's get out of here.

Cass: Oh! Yes!

Janitor: Well. Now I've seen everything. What's going on here?

Cass: Treasure hunt.

Stacey: Yeah.

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