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Another World Transcript Monday 5/16/05

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Mitch: No, Daisy, she's not here. Hold it, come here, come here. Ok.

Mitch: You know, you've got a lot of nerve showing up here.

Derek: Could I see Fanny, please? I thought she'd be seeing people today.

Mitch: Could you "see Fanny"? You mean, my wife? My wife is in prison, or maybe you haven't heard. What is this, your idea of a joke?

Derek: You donít know, do you?

Mitch: Know what?

Derek: You were out of town when all this was happening.

Mitch: What are you talking about?

Derek: Fanny was released this morning.

Felicia: Lisa?

Lucas: Our daughter.

Felicia: Oh, that's crazy.

Lucas: Donít lie to me, Fanny.

Felicia: I'm not lying to you. Lisaís my niece. She's not our daughter.

Lucas: I knew you would do this.

Felicia: Do what?

Lucas: You've been keeping this secret for a long time. But I know the truth.

Felicia: You know, I donít know where you got your information, but Lisa is my brother's daughter. I swear that! Yes, sometimes I think of her as my daughter, but that's all. If she were my daughter, donít you think that I would tell the world, that I would be proud of it?

Lucas: After all these years, I thought at least we could be honest with one another.

Felicia: Look, I donít know what you want me to say to you to convince you of this --

Lucas: You have had our daughter all these years. Donít I deserve the same privilege?

Nicole: Hello, Cass.

Cass: Nicole.

Nicole: Are you going on a trip?

Cass: I thought you'd still be at the arraignment.

Nicole: It's over.

Cass: How did it go?

Nicole: Zack pleaded self-defense, just like you said. He dropped me off just now.

Cass: Did he tell you what he thought your chances would be?

Nicole: He thinks we'll win.

Cass: He's the best. You're in real good hands with Zack.

Nicole: I know.

Cass: I didnít expect you to be here.

Nicole: No, obviously.

Cass: Well, I really should be going.

Nicole: You never answered my question. That's a lot of luggage for a short trip, isnít it?

Cass: I'm not going on a trip. I'm moving out.

[Sharlene hums]

Sharlene: Moving in?

John: Nope, nope, not today. Ooh, is that going to be fried chicken?

Sharlene: You will not believe the story I have to tell you.

John: I'm all ears.

Sharlene: Evan Bates was here earlier.

John: Uh-huh?

Sharlene: Guess who he is.

John: Elvis Presleyís son.

Sharlene: My nephew.

John: Your nephew is Elvis Presleyís son?

Sharlene: No, he's Janiceís son.

John: Who, Elvis?

Sharlene: No! Would you stop it? Evan Bates is Janiceís son! He told Frankie and me.

John: Why didnít he ever tell you this before?

Sharlene: Because he came here to get even with Rachel for Janiceís death.

John: You're kidding.

Sharlene: No. Gwen and Willis raised him, and they told him some story about Rachel killing her intentionally. And then Evan found out that that wasn't true, and now he's come forward to us and the Coryís, everyone.

John: It's amazing.

Sharlene: I know. I canít believe it. I mean, I honestly cannot believe it. Can you imagine living with that all of your life and then finding out that it's just a bunch of lies?

John: Mm-hmm.

Sharlene: Will wonders never cease?

John: I know. Tell me about it.

Sharlene: I canít believe it. You're going to do it?

John: Well, I just didnít spend $274.93 on these books for my health, you know.

Sharlene: John, this is wonderful! You're going to take the medical boards.

John: Well, someday, yeah, when I finish reading all this stuff.

Sharlene: I am so proud of you.

John: Donít get too proud. I've got a lot of work ahead of me.

Sharlene: Look, I donít care. As long as you're committed, who cares? I know that you're going to make it now.

John: I have forgotten so much, and so much has changed over the years.

Sharlene: So? Come on, you'll catch up in no time. It doesn't matter.

John: Look, what are you, a cheerleader?

Sharlene: Look at all this stuff! Dr. Hudson!

John: Sharlene, buying all these books does not make me a practicing physician.

Sharlene: I'm still excited for you.

John: Donít get too excited because I'm not so sure I've got a snowball's chance in hell of cutting it.

Jamie: Ok.

Stacey: Oh, Jamie, come on, this is ridiculous.

Jamie: I know Ericís around here someplace. He's on call as a favor to one of the other doctors.

Stacey: What, a fertility specialist? Is that what you said?

Jamie: Well, he doesn't usually work E.R., that's for sure.

Stacey: Oh, come on, we donít have to do this right now! He's not going to sweep me off my feet in the next 24 hours like a knight in shining armor. Come on.

Jamie: You know, I donít know why I didnít think about this before, because I think you're just the kind of person he needs.

Stacey: "Needs." See? I donít like the way this conversation is going.

Jamie: Now, would I steer you wrong, Stacey? Huh?

Stacey: Come on, Jamie. You've got more important things to worry about than my social life.

Jamie: Yeah, I do, but I'm feeling better now that I know what I'm going to do.

Stacey: You do?

Jamie: Yeah, thanks to you.

Stacey: Me?

Jamie: Well, you're the first person that I've told about Vicky.

Stacey: I'm glad you did.

Jamie: I am, too. I didnít know that talking about it would help as much as it did. Thank you very much.

Stacey: I just wish I had the right answers for you.

Jamie: Well, you canít. I'm the only one who really can.

Stacey: Jamie, I hate to see you hurting like this.

Jamie: You know, I get up in the morning and I think every day that I'm going to feel better.

Stacey: But you donít, huh?

Jamie: It's just that the feelings -- that's the only thing that really changes. One day I feel sad, and the next day I'm angry again.

Stacey: I know. I've been there.

Jamie: Hey, but at least I can thank you in some way for --

Stacey: Oh, you donít have to thank me.

Jamie: No, I want to thank you. I -- here he is.

Stacey: Oh, no. Jamie, I donít know if I can do this!

Jamie: Eric!

Eric: Hi, Jamie.

Jamie: Stacey --

Stacey: Oh --

Jamie: Is the one that I wanted you to meet.

Eric: Stacey.

Stacey: Hi. Stacey Winthrop.

Jamie: This is Eric Janssen.

Eric: Nice to meet you.

Stacey: Uh-huh.

Jamie: This is the one I was telling you about.

Eric: Oh, right. Jamie tells me you're interested in fertility counseling.

Stacey: In what?

Jamie: No, Eric --

Eric: No, no, please, donít be embarrassed. We've made great strides in the field of in vitro fertilization. I know you're probably a little concerned, but really, really, it's becoming the viable option for previously infertile couples, and from what Jamie tells me, you're a prime candidate.

Stacey: I -- no, there has been some mistake here. I --

Jamie: Eric, this is not the one I was talking about this morning, Eric.

Eric: You're not?

Stacey: Definitely not, no.

Eric: Oh. Then why did I mix --

Jamie: See, Eric, Stacey is your date for this evening.

Eric: My date?

Mitch: You're sure?

Derek: Yeah.

Mitch: Nicole Love confessed to killing Jason?

Derek: Everybody was surprised.

Mitch: Are you sure?

Derek: I guess Fanny can fill you in.

Mitch: I mean, Cass didnít know anything?

Derek: No, they called the wedding off.

Mitch: Felicia is coming home?

Derek: That's why I came over. I thought she'd be here.

Mitch: Look, are you sure that she was released this morning?

Derek: Yeah.

Mitch: Doesn't look like she's been here.

Mitch: "Ada and I fixed up the place. Felicia is being picked up and taken to the spa. Rachel." Maybe that's where she is.

Derek: Yeah, tell Fanny I was here.

Mitch: Wait a second. Why did Nicole wait so long before coming forward?

Derek: It's a long story. I'm just glad it all worked out for Fanny.

Mitch: I donít believe I wasn't here. I donít believe it.

Derek: Well, it's true. Your wife will be with you tonight. Take good care of her.

Felicia: I donít know why I have to keep saying this to you. Lisa is not my daughter. How do you know about her, anyway?

Lucas: I told you, I know everything about you.

Felicia: Well, obviously, you donít because you're dead wrong about Lisa.

Lucas: I donít think so.

Felicia: I was at the hospital the night she was born. I was the Godmother when she was christened.

Lucas: You have this whole story worked out, donít you?

Felicia: I donít know why you keep saying these things. You know what happened the night at -- I'm going to go home now.

Lucas: Not until I get some straight answers.

Felicia: I want to go home, and I want to go home now.

Lucas: Ok, I'll let you go. But you canít hide this forever.

Felicia: I have no idea what you're talking about.

Lucas: This conversation isnít over. Not by a long shot.

Donna: Michael Spencer, come back here! We've got to go out!

[Doorbell rings]

Donna: Mi-- we're going to go out, and I want you to get off of that thing. Hey. Thank heavens you're here.

Vicky: What is going on?

Donna: Little Mario Andretti doesn't want to make his pit stop.

Vicky: Oh, come here, big guy! Come get me! Come on! Whoo! Hey! Hey! Hi!

Donna: I've been trying to get him off this thing for 20 minutes.

Vicky: Oh, well, you've just got to have the right touch, donít you? Donít you?

Donna: You seem to be in better spirits today.

Vicky: Oh, it's an act for the K-I-D.

Donna: Oh.

Vicky: Yes, we need to talk.

Donna: All right. You can ride your tricycle a few more minutes, ok?

Vicky: Ooh! Ooh!

Donna: Go to the playroom --

Vicky: Wow!

Donna: And I'll be right there in to get you, and I am! I'm going to get you! You better go in there!

Donna: All right. What is it?

Vicky: Everything I have done to get Jamie back has blown up in my face.

Donna: What have you done?

Vicky: Why canít I just let things happen naturally?

Donna: Well, you're my daughter. That's genetically impossible.

Vicky: I'm beginning to realize that.

Donna: You know, I have discovered in my years of trying to arrange and rearrange things that sometimes it works out and sometimes it's a disaster.

Vicky: Yeah, well, I donít want to be like you, mother.

Donna: Well, thank you very much.

Vicky: Well, you know what I mean. I keep saying, "all right, I'm not going to lie anymore," and then I say, "Well, just one little lie to get Jamie back here," and he always finds out.

Donna: That's where the "disastrous" part comes in.

Vicky: Have you told Dad?

Donna: No.

Vicky: He's going to be so disappointed in me.

Donna: He loves you.

Vicky: Sometimes that isnít enough.

Donna: Are you and Jamie communicating at all?

Vicky: No. He wonít even look at me. He thinks I'm a pathological liar, which I might very well be.

Donna: Well, maybe he'll realize that you do what you do because you love him.

Vicky: He's not that kind of guy, mother.

Donna: No, I suppose he's not.

Vicky: Hmm.

Donna: This is rather like what Nicole is going through with Cass.

Vicky: I know. I feel so terrible for them. I haven't done anything to help her.

Donna: Well, I have to go and pick her up. She's going to be staying here for a while, and I was going to get Michael ready to take him with me, but I'd really rather leave him here.

Vicky: Oh.

Donna: Would you mind staying with him for me?

Vicky: No, not at all. I'd feel like I was doing something rather than feeling sorry for myself.

Donna: Good. Thank you.

Vicky: You're welcome.

Donna: And, darling, what do you say -- "hang tough"? Hang tough. And if he gets fussy, take him out to get some frozen yogurt.

Vicky: Ooh --

Donna: He loves pistachio for some strange reason.

Vicky: Pistachio, all right.

Donna: Now, are you sure you're going to be all right?

Vicky: I'm going to be fine. Would you please give Nicole my love?

Donna: Ok. I'm just going to sneak out of here.

Vicky: All right.

Donna: Everything is going to be ok. I promise.

Vicky: Thanks.

Donna: Be right back.

Vicky: All right.

Eric: Look, I apologize for reciting my fertility formula to you.

Stacey: It's all right. How did you know?

Jamie: I think it was a great icebreaker, donít you?

Stacey: Oh, you'll have to excuse him. Jamieís a little overanxious. Hey, listen, we donít have to go out tonight. It's fine, really.

Jamie: Well, sure you do! Eric's just getting off work, and I know you have no plans.

Stacey: Jamie!

Jamie: What?

Eric: Is he always this pushy?

Stacey: Always. I almost married him. Phew!

Eric: Oh, I didnít realize.

Jamie: Yeah, well, I let her get away.

Eric: Well, I guess this was a long time before Vicky, right?

Jamie: Yeah, right.

Eric: Look, Stacey, about tonight --

Stacey: Oh, listen, hey, you donít have to take me out tonight.

Jamie: She loves Mexican food.

Eric: Well, you do? Well, so do I.

Jamie: You see?

Eric: Look, I was about to say that I think Jamie had a wonderful idea. Would you like to have dinner with me tonight?

Stacey: Yes, sure, I would love to. Thank you.

Eric: Great.

Stacey: Thanks.

Cass: I've thought a lot about this.

Nicole: I'm sure you have.

Cass: And I think it's best that I move into a hotel for a few weeks.

Nicole: Oh, Cass, you hate living in a hotel.

Cass: Well, I'll start looking for an apartment first thing tomorrow.

Nicole: Well, you're just going to pack up and leave without talking to me?

Cass: I donít know what we have to say to each other.

Nicole: Well, we were going to be married a few days ago. We've lived in this house for almost a year together, Cass. I would think there would be something for us to say to each other.

Cass: Isnít it easier this way?

Nicole: No, Cass, it's not. I canít ignore what we've meant to each other. I canít just walk away!

Cass: All right. What do you want to do?

Nicole: Well, I've talked with Donna about staying with Michael and her. Why donít you just stay here?

Cass: What about your work?

Nicole: Well, Staceyís here now. I'm sure she'd much rather have you down the hall from her than me.

Cass: But this is your place.

Nicole: Do you remember when we found it? It was such a disaster when you --

Cass: Nicole, please, donít do this. I donít want to prolong something that's only going to hurt the two of us.

Nicole: You've really given up on us for good, haven't you?

Cass: I canít pretend that nothing has happened!

Nicole: Ok. I'll make sure that I come to work after you've gone to the office, and I will leave before you come home at night.

Cass: You want to live like that?

Nicole: Yes, if it gives us some time.

Cass: Time wonít change what you've done.

Nicole: Oh, Cass, you canít walk away from me.

Nicole: No! Donít leave me, Cass!

Cass: I donít know who you are anymore!

Nicole: Do you understand anything I've said?

Cass: Nicole, I have tried. Believe me, I have really tried. But it always comes back to one thing. You could have kept Felicia from going to prison, but you didnít!

Nicole: I never meant to hurt Felicia.

Cass: But you did, and you could have fixed it!

Nicole: I was terrified. I couldn't think rationally anymore. I didnít know how to make it right!

Cass: When I fell in love with you, I thought you had guts.

Nicole: I was only that way when I was with you!

Cass: No, no, no, you're responsible for yourself, Nicole.

Nicole: Oh, I knew you would take care of Felicia. You always have!

Cass: Donít you see how twisted that is? Canít you understand?

Nicole: Cass, it's all Feliciaís fault! If she had identified Derek as the strongman that day in court, the jury would have cleared her, I know it!

Cass: Listen to yourself. What in the world has happened to you?

Donna: Excuse me.

Nicole: Donna.

Donna: Nicole, I'll have the driver come up and get these bags.

Nicole: No, those are Cass' bags.

Donna: Oh.

Nicole: He was going to move out, but I think he'll stay now that he knows I wonít be here. I guess you need some time alone.

Donna: I think you do, too, Nicole.

Nicole: I'll come back for my things tomorrow.

Cass: Whatever you like.

Nicole: Will I see you?

Cass: I donít know.

Nicole: Goodbye, Cass. I love you.

Vicky: Oh! When did you get this way? Why are you -- you were so quiet before! Is this what Steven is going to be like in two years? That's what I have to look forward to?

Mikey: Whee!

Vicky: I'm going to have to start working out, you know, especially if his daddy isnít around.

Mikey: Whee!

Vicky: You're going again? You're going to go again? Well, you better not go that fast. You better not go that fast, or I'll -- you better not -- hey! Hey, you, be careful, Mikey!


Vicky: Oh, Mikey! Are you ok?

Sharlene: Need a break? I could fix you a sandwich.

John: I donít know who I think I'm kidding. I'm losing my concentration after one paragraph of this stuff.

Sharlene: You're out of practice.

John: Yeah, right. A lot of good that's going to do me when I'm studying for the medical boards.

Sharlene: John, it is the first time you've opened a book. Calm down.

John: I'm just too old for this, Sharlene.

Sharlene: Oh, that's not true.

John: To think that I was talking about this residency program like it was a given. I'll be lucky if I even pass the test.

Sharlene: Give yourself a break. Give that broccoli hell. Look, I've never heard you so down on yourself.

John: I was good. I just waited too long. I was really good once. I mean, I had the touch. I studied my butt off when I was in Hong Kong, but it was so easy back then.

Sharlene: Try to give yourself just a little bit of break, huh?

John: It's just like anything else I've ever done. I waited too long. I wait and wait and the prime opportunities pass me by. I mean, look how long it took me to get close to you.

Sharlene: But it was worth it, right?

John: That was just luck. Luck doesn't come around every now and then. You get it once in your life. The thought of me ever putting a scalpel in my hand again -- I mean, I canít believe it.

Sharlene: A scalpel?

John: Yes.

Sharlene: You performed surgery?

John: Of course I performed surgery. And, Sharlene, I was really good at it.

Sharlene: Well, there is no reason you canít do it again.

John: Then I never had to count on anybody but myself. You just wanted something done, you just went out and did it. You got it done.

Sharlene: Would you just watch it with that knife? You could end your career before it even starts.

John: Well, assuming -- assuming that this miracle should happen and I were to pass the medical boards and get accepted into the program at Bay City general, I still have to deal with Russ Matthews. I got to be out of my mind.

[Answering machine beeps]

Feliciaís voice: Hi, honey! It's Felicia. Well, I guess you've heard the news by now. I have so many things to tell you. I love you so much. I canít wait to see you. I hope you're in when I get home, but donít worry about it. I'll explain everything when I get there. You believe this? Oh, honey, I love you so much. Bye-bye. Talk to you later.

Felicia: Mr. Blake?

Mitch: Oh, God!

Felicia: You're home!

Mitch: I just got home.

Felicia: I canít believe you're home. Honey, honey, honey --

Felicia: Oh, God, it's good to see you. What have you done to this place? It's wonderful!

Mitch: Well, I had some work done on it -- I told you -- for you.

Felicia: Daisy. Oh, I've got lipstick all over --

Mitch: I told you you weren't going to be there.

Felicia: I canít believe I'm actually here. I'm here. I'm with you in our place.

Mitch: I would have been there. I didnít know you were going to be released. I had no idea.

Felicia: Oh, I know. Nobody did, nobody did. Donít let go of me, ok? Oh, honey.

Mitch: Let me look at you.

Felicia: No?

Mitch: So, tell me --

Felicia: What?

Mitch: Can I help you?

Felicia: Mitch, uh --

Mitch: Who is this?

Felicia: This is Lucas.

Mitch: Lucas?

Felicia: Yes. You remember, I told you about Luke? Well, he goes by Lucas now. I mean, can you believe this?

Mitch: I donít know. Mitch Blake.

Lucas: Hello.

Mitch: I've heard a lot about you.

Felicia: Lucas just got back into town. It's quite a coincidence, isnít it?

Mitch: It's quite a coincidence.

Felicia: Yeah. He actually picked me up when I was released from prison.

Mitch: And how is that?

Lucas: Guess I was in the right place at the right time.

Mitch: Yeah, I guess so.

Felicia: Anyway, it's been an unbelievable day.

Mitch: Obviously. Where have you been?

Felicia: Well, I didnít think that you'd be home yet, and Lucas showed up. Well, there was a lot of things that we had to talk about.

Lucas: There still is.

Felicia: It was such a shock. You can imagine when I saw him --

Mitch: I thought you were released this morning. Where have you been?

Lucas: Chicago.

Mitch: Oh, Chicago. Really?

Lucas: A place called Gold Street. Has Felicia told you about it?

Felicia: Yes, I have.

Lucas: Oh, I didnít know your husband knew everything.

Felicia: He does. And he understands.

Lucas: That's wonderful.

Mitch: I donít mean to be rude here, but if you donít mind, I'd like to spend some time with my wife alone.

Lucas: I wonít stay long.

Felicia: Lucas, we can talk again.

Lucas: I'm not going anyplace, Fanny.

Felicia: Luke --

Mitch: Wait a minute. I donít like the sound of this.

Lucas: Well, get used to it.

Mitch: What are you talking about? Who do you think you are?

Lucas: I'm not going anywhere until I get the answers I came for. Is that understood?

Donna: Hello? Michael? Victoria? She must have taken him out for frozen yogurt.

Nicole: It's all right. I'm not sure I'm up for seeing anyone right now anyway.

Donna: It'll give us a few extra minutes to talk alone.

Nicole: We talked in the car, Donna.

Donna: I talked. You stared out the window.

Nicole: Well, I have nothing to say.

Donna: Obviously, you and Cass aren't getting anywhere.

Nicole: Do you understand, Donna?

Donna: Understand what?

Nicole: Why I did what I did?

Donna: I know you were defending yourself. I know it was an accident.

Nicole: Someone has to understand. I couldn't tell anyone. I didnít just sit silent. I tried to say the words. I just couldn't!

Donna: Nicole, no one is perfect, especially Cass Winthrop.

Nicole: I've hurt Cass so much.

Donna: I donít care about Cass. The person you need to be concerned about right now is yourself.

Nicole: I donít think he'll ever forgive me.

Donna: Let's not talk about that right now.

Nicole: He canít even look at me.

Donna: Nicole, you have a lot of work ahead of you. You have to put your life back in order. Now, you've done it before and you'll do it again, but you've got to stop worrying about Cass. He's a big boy. He can take care of himself. He always has.

Nicole: I am not giving up on him.

Donna: Nicole --

Nicole: I mean it, Donna. He loved me as much as I still love him. Cass is the best thing that ever happened to me. I'm not going to let him just walk out of my life.

Stacey: Hi.

Cass: Hi, Stacey.

Stacey: You're going to be so happy with what I'm about to do.

Cass: What's up?

Stacey: I have to go change.

Cass: Oh, gee, Stace, that's great.

Stacey: No. I have to go change because I have a date!

Cass: A date?

Stacey: Yeah.

Cass: No! Tell me truly. With what?

Stacey: Watch it, buster.

Cass: You mean, a bona fide date with chocolates and flowers and a discreet kiss on the cheek good night and all that?

Stacey: Yes, yes, mm-hmm.

Cass: Yeah? What's going on with you? You're not feeling well, huh?

Stacey: Oh, why do I put up with you?

Cass: Because I'm your brother and you have no choice.

Stacey: I thought there was a reason for that.

Cass: So, who's the lucky fellow?

Stacey: It's a doctor friend of Jamieís.

Cass: Oh. A doctor.

Stacey: Mm-hmm.

Cass: My brother-in-law the doctor, huh?

Stacey: It's just a date, nothing more, all right?

Cass: Well, I'm sure you'll have a great time.

Stacey: Cass?

Cass: Mm-hmm?

Stacey: How you feeling?

Cass: Nicole was here. Apparently, the arraignment went pretty well.

Stacey: Yeah, well, I talked to Zack, and he said that he didnít think the self-defense strategy was going to be that strong, mainly because Nicole withheld evidence.

Cass: Oh.

Stacey: He's trying to keep upbeat for her.

Cass: Well, that's good. He should.

Stacey: Is she -- she still here?

Cass: No. I think she's going to move in with Donna and Michael for a while.

Stacey: Well, it's probably a good idea.

Cass: I had my bags all packed and was ready to move to a hotel myself when she arrived here.

Stacey: You're not going to do that now?

Cass: I donít know if I can stay here, Stace.

Stacey: Hey, I'll be around.

Cass: And so will all of Nicoleís stuff. I -- I donít sleep very well in our bed since everything happened.

Stacey: Listen, I didnít mean to come in babbling on about this stupid date. I know you're upset, and I shouldnít have done that.

Cass: Forget about it. It's ok.

Stacey: Hey, Cass?

Cass: Yeah?

Stacey: What else did Nicole have to say?

Cass: She thinks the whole thing is going to blow over, that I'm going to forgive her, and we'll take up where we left off.

Stacey: Can you forgive her?

Cass: Every time I look at her, I recall about a dozen things that she's said or done in the past couple of months, and I realize it was all a lie.

Stacey: But she wasn't lying when she said that she loved you.

Cass: But what kind of love is it? I feel I donít even know her anymore. I canít be in the same room with the woman I was going to marry. She keeps asking me if I'll understand. I canít.

Stacey: Maybe someday you will.

Cass: Am I being too hard on her?

Stacey: Look, everybody has to come to terms with what she did, but you more than any of us.

Cass: Ain't that the truth.

Stacey: Do you think that someday you could forgive her?

Cass: Oh, I donít know. Maybe someday.

Stacey: Does she know that?

Cass: No.

Stacey: Maybe you should tell her.

Cass: I may be able to forgive her, but I wonít ever love her again. That much I know.

Stacey: Oh, Cass. I'm sorry.

Cass: When I was sick the other day, and I thought I saw Kathleen --

Stacey: Yeah?

Cass: It was so real to me. When I woke up, I thought that she was going to be sitting there, and I thought she was going to be telling me to get my act together and get the hell out of bed, you know.

Stacey: Hmm. What was it like, though?

Cass: It was like she'd never left. I wanted to put my arms around her and never let her go. It was as if Nicole had never been a part of my life.

Stacey: You were very sick, Cass.

Cass: I shouldnít have let Nicole be a part of my life. I wonít again.

Stacey: Honey, you've got to let go.

Cass: Kathleen says I have to love again.

Stacey: You will.

Cass: I donít know if I can.

Stacey: You will. Believe it or not, Cass, there is somebody out there for you.

Cass: Yeah.

Stacey: There is. If I donít get ready, I may miss my only chance at that one person out there for me since I've been in Bay City.

Cass: Well, we canít have that, so you better go change.

Stacey: No, uh-uh. If you need anything, you ever want to talk, anything at all --

Cass: I know, Stace. I know. Now, come on, get out of here. The last thing I want is to have to entertain this clown while you fix your hair.

Donna: I know you love Cass, but maybe this isnít the best thing.

Nicole: How can you say that to me?

Donna: I'm not trying to be cruel, but the most important thing right now is that Zack clears you.

Nicole: Well, he seems to think I can get off with probation.

Donna: And that's wonderful.

Nicole: I donít know how. I withheld information during Feliciaís trial. She went to prison because of it.

Donna: But it's over. And I'm sure that in time this pain will fade for everybody.

Nicole: Including Cass?

Donna: I donít know.

Nicole: Well, I told you, Donna, I am not giving up, not without a fight. I think I can make him understand why I did -- what? What is it?

Donna: Oh, my God.

Nicole: What happened, Donna?

Donna: It's a note from Victoria. Michael fell off his tricycle. She's had to take him to the emergency room.

Nicole: Oh, no.

Donna: I have to go to the hospital. I have to be with my son.

Vicky: Ok, hold your arm like that, all right? Now, you stay right here, ok, and I'll be right back, all right? Hold your arm. This little boy is hurt.

Nurse: There are more serious cases ahead of your son.

Vicky: He is not my son! Donít you read these forms when I fill them out? Did you page Dr. Frame like I asked you to?

Nurse: I did. He didnít answer the page.

Vicky: Well, how long does he have to sit there before somebody -- I'm going to report you! Ok. All right. It's going to be ok. We're going to get somebody to take care of this, all right? Ok, now, you stay right there. This is Dr. Frame's wife. Yes, again. Could you please page him and get him to emergency now? Ok. How is it feeling? Is it ok? Yeah, you're ok.

Sharlene: You're a very fine surgeon, John. You really are.

John: Oh, I suppose you think this is funny.

Sharlene: I'm just glad you donít use a paring knife in your line of work.

John: It's Mikey.

Sharlene: Mikey.

Vicky: Oh, hey, John.

Sharlene: Oh.

John: Hey. What's going on?

Vicky: I was babysitting him, and he was riding his bike and he hurt his arm. I'm afraid it might be broken, and nobody here will help me.

Sharlene: What are you --?

John: Oh, let me take a look. Oh, hey --

Mikey: I donít want to hurt me!

John: Huh? You do?

Mikey: I donít want to --

John: No, that's not for you. I hurt myself, too. How's your arm? Is it ok? Can I look at it?

Mikey: I got two boo-boos.

John: You got two boo-boos?

Mikey: Yeah, I got two boo-boos when I went out the house.

John: I see. Can you wiggle your fingers for me? Do that. Oh, that's good. Hey, that's great. Tell you what, you keep that arm real still until the doctor comes to look at it, ok? You know what?

Mikey: What?

John: Donít tell anybody, but I think that they got lollipops in there. Ok? Yeah. Keep it still. I think he's just got a sprain.

Vicky: Yeah? Are you sure?

John: Well, you'll have to let them take an x-ray to make sure, but, yeah, he'll be ok.

Vicky: Ok.

Nurse: Mikey, would you like to come with me?

John: Here. Mikey, come on, take my hand. Come on.

Mikey: Mommy hold --

John: Yeah, come on.

Vicky: Ok.

John: Sure.

Vicky: Ok. Ok, come on.

John: Yeah. Maybe you can hold my hand while they fix me up, ok? Come on.

Vicky: Oh, Johnís really good with him.

Sharlene: Yeah, he is, isnít he?

Vicky: I guess that Vietnam medic stuff hasn't worn off yet, huh?

Sharlene: I think he'd make a pretty good doctor, donít you?

Vicky: Yeah. Yeah, he would.

Stacey: Well, here I am. What do you think?

Cass: Um, you look great.

Stacey: I look great, but what?

Cass: But you canít walk very well.

Stacey: Come on!

Cass: Well, donít you have something a little --

Stacey: What?

Cass: Less high?

Stacey: What, more revealing?

Cass: Did I say that?

Stacey: Cass, this is a nice outfit! I'm going to wear this outfit! I met Eric in the hospital, anyway, and he's a little on the conservative side, so I think this will be nice.

Cass: What fun for you.

Stacey: I'm going to open a bottle of wine. You want a glass?

Cass: No, thank you.

Stacey: Oh, I thought for sure you'd want to check him out.

Cass: I'm afraid I wonít be very good company.

Stacey: Yeah, so what else is new?

Cass: Besides, I have lots of paperwork to catch up on.

Stacey: Tonight?

Cass: Yeah, it piled up during the trial, and I --

Stacey: And you want to keep busy, right?

Cass: Look, I haven't been very nice to you lately, have I?

Stacey: Oh, come on, donít be --

Cass: No, I mean it. I was pretty obnoxious once or twice during the trial, right?

Stacey: Oh, once or twice, maybe, but --

Cass: Could I be serious for one second, please?

Stacey: Ok, go -- we're serious.

Cass: I'm not the easiest person in the world to be around, and --

Stacey: Oh, tell me something I donít know.

Cass: And you -- you put up with me.

Stacey: Yeah. That's right.

Cass: I'm glad you're here, is what I'm trying to tell you. I'm glad you're my sister. Sheesh!

Stacey: Cass --

Cass: I mean it.

Stacey: Oh, I love you.

Cass: Oh, I love you, too. How's your ear?

Stacey: It's ok.

Cass: No tears because your mascara will run, and then Dr. Do-right will see that horror and he'll make a beeline for the door.

Stacey: Oh -- come on, get out of here. Put your stuff --

Cass: See, I knew you didnít want me around. See, I told you.

Stacey: Come on, he'll be here soon.

Cass: So have a good time, all right?

Stacey: I will. Come on.

Cass: And --

Stacey: You got everything! Let's go!

Cass: You sure you will?

Stacey: Yes!

Cass: Ok. Curfew is midnight.

Stacey: Oh, come on, just go. Give me a break, will you?

Cass: I'll wait up for you.

Stacey: Oh, jeez.

Cass: Bye.

Stacey: Derek.

Vicky: Oh! You got a present!

Mikey: I want my mommy!

John: Yeah.

Vicky: Ok. All right.

John: But no broken bones.

Vicky: No?

John: They took some x-rays. He's just got a bad sprain. He'll be all right.

Vicky: Oh, good!

John: He'll be crashing into walls in no time.

Mikey: No, I want mommy!

Sharlene: What about you?

John: Me? I had two stitches, and I cried.

Sharlene: You cried?

John: Yes, I did.

Sharlene: Want me to kiss it and make it better?

John: Would you, please?

Sharlene: Yeah.

Mikey: What's in here?

Vicky: What's in there?

Mikey: Good present!

Vicky: Oh!

John: Oh, somebody's been to the gift shop, haven't they?

Vicky: Yes! We went down and got him a present for being such a good boy!

Sharlene: And he was.

Vicky: Yeah.

Mikey: I want to go to Mommy and show her this.

Vicky: Oh, we'll go show Mommy.

Sharlene: I was telling Vicky what a great doctor you'd make.

Vicky: Yeah.

John: Oh, you were, huh?

Sharlene: Mm-hmm.

Vicky: Uh-huh.

John: What is this, some kind of a setup here?

Vicky: I donít get it.

John: It's all right. You donít have to.

Sharlene: Maybe someday we'll let you in on the joke.

Vicky: I wonít ask any questions.

John: Smart girl. Can we go home now? My finger is throbbing.

Sharlene: Oh, a bad patient.

Vicky: Yes, very.

John: I'm not a bad patient. You two going to be all right?

Vicky: We'll be fine. We're going to play with our new toy.

John: That would be a good idea. You ok, buddy?

Mikey: "Ghostbusters."

Vicky: "Ghostbusters."

John: I think you're going to be fine.

Vicky: Ok. Bye.

Sharlene: Take care, Mikey. Goodbye, sweetheart.

Vicky: Bye.

Sharlene: See you soon.

Vicky: Ok. You were so brave in there! You were, and so Mommy thought -- did you want a drink? Did you want a little drink?

Mikey: No.

Vicky: No? Ok. Why donít we go get a drink right out there, and -- ok? Oh, good boy!

Jamie: Hi.

Vicky: Uh, hi. I had you paged. Mikey hurt his arm.

Jamie: I see.

Vicky: I -- I wanted you to come check him out. Where were you?

Jamie: Well, I heard the page, and they told me it was you.

Vicky: You thought I had planned to --

Jamie: Sorry.

Vicky: No, it's ok. It would have been just like me.

Jamie: Well, I should have answered the page.

Vicky: Yeah. Well, I guess I should go talk to the doctor and see when he wants to see Mikeyís arm again.

Jamie: Well, I could find out.

Vicky: You could?

Jamie: Would you mind if I checked out Mikey myself?

Vicky: No. Thank you.

Jamie: I'll be right back.

Vicky: All right.

Stacey: Hi. How are you?

Derek: Are you busy?

Stacey: No. No, I'm not. Why?

Derek: I had an idea.

Stacey: Well, what is it?

Derek: It's a nice night.

Stacey: Yeah, it is.

Derek: I thought of going for a walk.

Stacey: Oh, great!

Derek: No, I mean, with you.

Stacey: Oh.

Derek: If you donít want to --

Stacey: No, it's not that.

Derek: What is it?

Stacey: Well, it's just that --

Derek: Forget it. It's ok. Stop, you know.

Stacey: No, I'm sorry. Listen, I -- I already made plans for tonight. I'm sorry.

Derek: It's ok. I'll see you around, I guess.

Stacey: Yeah, but that doesn't mean that I wouldnít like to take a walk with you some other time.

Derek: Well, we'll see. I should go.

[Doorbell rings]

Stacey: Oh, excuse me a minute.

Eric: Hi. These are for you.

Stacey: Oh, thanks. Um, Eric, this is Derek. Derek, Eric.

Eric: Nice to meet you, Derek.

Mitch: And what is it you want to know?

Felicia: Lucas, this really is not the right time for this.

Mitch: Look, why is it that you're here after all these years?

Lucas: Ask Fanny. She knows.

Felicia: I told you before, Lisa is not our daughter!

Lucas: I know she is!

Felicia: How can you say that? You said you were at the hospital that night.

Lucas: Yes, I was!

Felicia: Then our baby was stillborn, and you know that!

Lucas: That's a lie!

Felicia: No, it is not a lie. It was a little girl, but she is dead.

Lucas: Then who was that baby I held in my arms?

Felicia: What baby? What?

Lucas: I told Abigail -- I said, "Abigail, I will not leave unless I see the baby." I held our daughter that night, and I never saw her again!

Felicia: No, that is not true. Our baby is dead!

Lucas: That's a lie.

Mitch: Look, why donít you get out of here.

Lucas: She was the most perfect, beautiful, healthy baby I've ever seen.

Felicia: No. No, no, no. Abigail told me that she died. Everyone told me that, Lucas. The doctors, the nurses, everyone!

Lucas: Oh. You think Abigail lied to both of us?

Felicia: She did before, didnít she?

Lucas: She's alive, Fanny. Our daughter's alive.

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