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Another World Transcript Tuesday 5/24/05

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Amanda: Mom, you ok?

Rachel: Yes, of course I am. I'm just waiting for Cass to arrive. He's coming over with Macís will.

Amanda: Already?

Rachel: I want to get it over with.

Amanda: What happens with Cory Publishing? Do you automatically become the president?

Rachel: No, not necessarily. The board meets with the shareholders and they vote.

Amanda: Well, nobody's going to vote against you, not if that's what Daddy wanted.

Rachel: That's what I want to find out -- what your father wanted.

Amanda: Sure.

Rachel: The two things that meant the most to him were his family and Cory Enterprises. I want to make sure that I'm running the company as he would have wanted.

Cass: Rachel? Hi.

Rachel: Oh, hi, Cass.

Cass: Hi, Amanda.

Amanda: Hi.

Rachel: I'm glad you're here. Come on in. Let's sit down.

Cass: Ok, thank you.

Rachel: Thank you for coming over so quickly.

Cass: I only wish there were more I could do.

Rachel: Well, I understood that Mac was transferring all of his legal affairs to your firm.

Cass: Unfortunately, the transfer was never completed.

Rachel: It wasn't?

Cass: Macís will -- it's not in my possession.

Evan: What do you think you're doing in here, Iris?

Felicia: Come in, Abigail.

Abigail: I donít know what I'm doing here.

Felicia: Have a seat, please.

Abigail: Luke turns up, tells me to get on a bus, says he'll pay my fare. What is all this?

Felicia: Can I get you something -- tea, maybe?

Abigail: I hate tea. You ought to remember that, Fanny.

Lucas: Let's talk about what you remember, Abigail.

Abigail: What's wrong with you, Luke?

Lucas: Lucas.

Abigail: Whatever.

Felicia: What happened to our daughter?

Abigail: What?

Lucas: You heard her. What happened to her?

Abigail: I haven't the faintest notion of what you're talking about.

Felicia: Donít you lie to me. Donít you dare lie to me again.

Lucas: We know she's alive. I held her in my arms!

Felicia: You gave her away, didnít you, Abigail? Didnít you?

Lucas: Answer her!

Abigail: Donít you shout at me, you young hoodlum.

Lucas: Listen to me --

Abigail: Now, you're hurting me.

Lucas: Not yet, I'm not. I want to know what happened to our daughter. I'll give you 30 seconds for the truth.

Lucas: You stole our baby!

Abigail: I -- I helped arrange it, yes.

Felicia: She lived.

Lucas: What happened to her?

Abigail: I donít know.

Lucas: I think you do.

Abigail: I donít, I swear.

Felicia: I want to hear the whole story, right from the beginning.

Abigail: I canít talk with him hurting me -- please!

Felicia: Luke, please.

Lucas: You're lying to me. I get angry when I'm lied to.

Felicia: It's ok.

Abigail: Fanny. Fanny, it was for the best.

Felicia: To give away a newborn baby?

Abigail: You were a girl in trouble, Fanny.

Felicia: And you thought it was better that -- that I think that my baby was born dead?

Abigail: It was what Noah wanted.

Felicia: Noah?

Abigail: You'd sinned, Fanny. He knew you wouldnít be a fit mother and they knew that you weren't fit to be a father, Lucas.

Lucas: Forget Noah. What happened to her?

Felicia: What happened to my little girl? Tell me.

Lucas: Who took her? Who took her?

Abigail: The police chief. He was one of Noahís parishioners.

Lucas: A police chief stole a baby?

Abigail: He knew it was the right thing to do. He made all the outside arrangements. He took the child from the hospital right after you left.

Lucas: Where to?

Abigail: I donít know. As God is my witness, I donít know. The last time I saw her, she was in the hospital.

Felicia: Who -- who was the police chief? I mean, what was his name?

Abigail: It wouldnít do you any good, Fanny.

Felicia: Why?

Abigail: It doesn't matter -- he's dead.

Felicia: What?

Abigail: You heard me. He died, years ago.

Staceyís voice: I care a great deal about my friends. You could understand that if you'd let someone be your friend.

Derek: It's better if nobody gets too close.

Stacey: And why? You know, there's different ways of letting people be close. That man and I were engaged at one point. And it didnít work out. Now he's married to someone else, but we're still friends. Why is it that you and I canít be friends?

Derek: What's he do?

Stacey: What?

Derek: Your friend -- what's he do?

Stacey: He's a doctor.

Derek: Oh, a doctor -- right, sure.

Stacey: Well, what, what's that supposed to mean?

Derek: You fit right in up there, you know, with the lawyers and the doctors and the businessmen with their champagne and --

Stacey: I donít understand what's wrong.

Derek: You belong up there, not here. It's dirty down here.

Stacey: Why do I have to belong anywhere?

Derek: Because you were never on the outside. Upstairs, it is more natural for you.

Stacey: Oh. But not for you?

Derek: Go upstairs.

Stacey: All right, I will. But I want you to get something straight first -- you can put yourself into whatever neat little category you want to, but donít put me in one. I am who I am and I will be with whomever I want, no matter what world he thinks he's in. Do you get what I'm saying? Do you understand me?


Derek: Hi.

Stacey: Hi. I hope you're not busy. Are you?

Derek: What do you want, Stacey?

Stacey: Well, I -- I wanted to let you know that Sharlene mentioned to me that there's a part-time job over at Frame construction, so --

Derek: And that's why you came here, to --

Stacey: Well, what do you mean?

Derek: To tell me about a job?

Stacey: Well, no, actually. I went to the memorial and it got me to thinking of how important it is to appreciate what you've got. So I -- I went for a walk and I ended up here.

Cass: I was going to take over all of Macís legal affairs months ago, but I got so involved with Feliciaís defense.

Rachel: Then nothing was transferred over to your firm?

Cass: No, some things were, but just not the will.

Rachel: Well, then it must be at Charlieís firm.

Cass: Charles Barron, old C.B.

Rachel: I know, but he's not going to be any help to us. He's retired and living in Europe.

Cass: You didnít have a copy of the will?

Rachel: I could have sworn there was one in the safety-deposit box.

Cass: But there wasn't?

Amanda: Well, it was opened this morning and the will wasn't there.

Cass: Well, it's ok, no problem. We'll contact Barronís associates and we'll have them fax us a copy of the will and we should be all set by this afternoon, ok?

Rachel: Ok, I appreciate it.

Cass: I'll be in touch as soon as I know anything.

Rachel: All right. Well, if I'm not here, I'll be over at the office, all right?

Cass: Ok, I'll talk to you later.

Rachel: Ok, bye-bye.

Cass: Bye.

Amanda: Mom?

Rachel: What?

Amanda: I just had an awful thought.

Rachel: What?

Amanda: Daddy wouldnít have left part of Cory to Iris, would he?

Rachel: Well, darling, I donít think so. We drew up these wills years ago, before she came back to Bay City.

Evan: All right, I want to know what you're doing in Macís office.

Iris: That's no concern of yours.

Evan: Oh, yes, it is.

Iris: I want to be alone. Just leave me alone.

Evan: Not in here.

Iris: This is his office. I can still feel his presence.

Evan: You have no right.

Iris: I have every right! He was my father. I canít go to his home; I canít speak to his family. Now, donít you dare try and throw me out of here!

Evan: Well, then, I want to know what you're doing in here, Iris.

Iris: I'm looking for something.

Evan: What?

Iris: A letter.

Evan: Fine. Tell me what kind of a letter it is and I'll have Macís secretary --

Iris: No!

Evan: Ok, maybe I can help. Where do you think this letter might be?

Iris: I donít know.

Evan: Who wrote the letter?

Iris: Daddy wrote it to me.

Evan: When?

Iris: How do I know when? I just know that he would have written me something somewhere.

Evan: Well, just hold on a minute. So you're not even sure that this letter even exists?

Iris: Yes, I am. I know my father. I know he would never have left things the way they were. I know he would never have left me wondering.

Evan: "Wondering"?

Iris: Yes, wondering if he still loved me!

Evan: Iris, he didnít expect to die. He was planning on coming back to Cory Publishing.

Iris: I donít care. I know he would have left a word of forgiveness for me! He must have!

Evan: Shh.

Lucas: I donít buy it.

Abigail: I'm not lying, not this time.

Felicia: There has to be some way.

Abigail: What's done is done.

Felicia: No! That's not true.

Abigail: Fanny, it just wasn't God's will --

Felicia: This has nothing to do with God's will, Abigail!

Lucas: It was your will, Abigail.

Felicia: And Noahís!

Lucas: Damn Noah, damn you.

Abigail: The lord will be my judge.

Lucas: Oh, I could just --

Felicia: No, Luke, donít. Donít, it wonít do any good. Do you have any idea how cruel you are?

Abigail: I only did what the lord wanted.

Lucas: Oh, you stupid --

Felicia: No. No, no, records -- doctors keep records, donít they?

Lucas: What was this quack's name?

Abigail: Thorne.

Felicia: That's it. It was Dr. Thorne.

Abigail: But you wonít find any records.

Felicia: Why?

Abigail: He knew it was a special case -- the child of an unwed mother.

Lucas: "Special case"? It was kidnapping.

Abigail: You call it what you want, but you wonít find any records.

Felicia: No. There has to be some way that we can find her.

Abigail: Well, I donít know of any. I'm going back to Chicago.

Felicia: Abigail? You always talked to me about God. Well, you're the Godless one -- do you know that? And you're going to have to answer for what you've done -- not to just me.

Lucas: I -- I canít believe it.

Felicia: I know.

Lucas: I'm so stupid.

Felicia: You?

Lucas: How could I have believed you didnít warn me and then walked away?

Felicia: Donít blame yourself.

Lucas: I had a baby in my arms --

Felicia: Luke?

Lucas: And I didnít fight to keep it.

Felicia: You were young. We were both so young and we were scared. We -- we didnít know what to do. It was too much for us.

Lucas: Ever think of what might have happened if we stuck it out, if we would have -- if we would have raised the child and gotten married and lived happily ever after?

Zack: Oh, Frankie, I'm very glad you're here -- very glad.

Frankie: Why? What's going on? What did I do?

Zack: Nothing, nothing yet.

Frankie: "Yet"? What does "yet" mean?

Zack: Come in. Would you like coffee?

Frankie: No. Zack, tell me the truth. What's going on here?

Zack: Ok, Frankie, this is the thing -- I'm going crazy here, ok?

Frankie: Well, I'm not a shrink, Zack.

Zack: No, look, Cass is at a meeting --

Frankie: Of jerks anonymous.

Zack: No, Stacey has disappeared, Reubenís at a probation session, and as you can see, I've got a mountain of work.

Frankie: Uh-uh.

Zack: Come on, you were so helpful the other day.

Frankie: No way.

Zack: Come on, look, I'll pay you, Frankie. No more freebies.

Frankie: Look, Zack, I like you. I really do, and I would love to help you out, but after the way that charming Mr. Winthrop spoke to me the other day --

Zack: Look, I know Cass was hard on you.

Frankie: "Hard?" If you guys were to offer me a partnership --

Cass: Oh, that'll be the day.

Frankie: I still wouldnít work for you.

Cass: That's the best news I've heard in weeks.

Zack: Excuse me. Donít move.

Cass: You -- what?

Zack: Come on, Cass, we need her.

Cass: Yeah, like the titanic needed a sitz bath.

Zack: Yes, and we're drowning in paperwork.

Cass: So call a temp agency, get somebody competent.

Zack: You call. I'm late for a D.A.ís appointment.

Cass: Where's Stacey?

Zack: I have no idea. She's got a dozen messages and she hasn't called in.

Cass: She hasn't? I need her diplomatic skills.

Zack: Well, what's up?

Cass: The law firm that was handling Macís personal affairs is giving me a hard time.

Zack: How?

Cass: They're dragging their feet about sending me a copy of Macís will.

Zack: What, Barron wasn't it?

Cass: He's retired and so I'm dealing with some officious junior partner.

Zack: Well, you've got power of attorney, haven't you?

Cass: Yeah, but the official transfer of documents never took place. Stacey could sweet-talk this guy a lot better than I did.

Zack: Well, it looks like it's going to have to wait until she checks in.

Cass: Well, there's no time. Rachel wanted this taken care of today.

Zack: Well, I wish I could help you. I'm sorry, buddy.

Cass: Oh, man. It's the one thing I can do for Macís family. Rachel wanted the will read this afternoon if possible. What are you doing?

Frankie: Is this it?

Cass: Well -- what is -- yeah, that's -- is that what?

Frankie: The address, Barronís?

Cass: Yes, but I donít see --

Frankie: Ok, now, if you were doing the sweet-talking, Rachel would be waiting forever.

Cass: Where the hell do you think you're going?

Frankie: I'm going to take care of it and you had better have an apology waiting for me when I get back.

Iris: I have to know, Evan. I have to know if my father still loves me.

Evan: Your father's gone.

Iris: All I ever wanted, all I ever really wanted, was his love.

Evan: Iris, your father's dead, and you're not going to find what you need here. You have to move on with your life.

Iris: I canít. You donít understand.

Evan: Yes, of course I do. Up until a couple of weeks ago, I thought the only way to win my mother's love, even though she was gone, was to hurt people.

Iris: It's not the same.

Evan: Oh, yes, it is. In a way, it is. I had to give up my own selfish thoughts about my mother and get on with my life. Now, you have to do the same. You canít build your whole life around trying to win Macís love and his acceptance. You canít do that anymore.

Woman: Excuse me for interrupting, Mr. Bates -- Mr. Preston is calling.

Iris: Preston?

Evan: Yeah, he's -- he's with a California company we're negotiating a merger with.

Woman: He wants to know how to proceed.

Evan: Well, just tell him that he's going to -- we canít do anything until a new president is voted in.

Iris: No, no, no, donít tell him anything! Just leave him hanging. Yes -- the less they know about here, the better it is for Cory. That's the way Daddy always carried on his business and that's the way we'll continue it.

Amanda: What is going on?

Evan: Just tell Mr. Preston that I will call him back, ok? Thank you.

Amanda: What the hell are you doing here?

Iris: I have every right to be here.

Amanda: As far as I'm concerned, you have no rights.

Iris: He is my father and he loves me.

Amanda: Not anymore, Iris. He's gone because of what you did. That's what killed him.

Iris: How dare you say that.

Amanda: It's the truth.

Evan: Donít say anything you're going to regret, Amanda.

Amanda: She should be the one with regrets.

Iris: Oh, yes, I have regrets, but that doesn't mean to say I didnít love my father. I loved him with all my heart.

Amanda: Then why did you break his?

Iris: Look, Amanda, I know better than anyone how you must be suffering and I know how you want to lash out and hurt --

Amanda: Donít patronize me. Finding out that you were the chief -- do you think that helped him, Iris? Do you think that made him feel better?

Iris: All right. And you think your kidnapping didnít contribute to his death?

Amanda: I never betrayed my father. There was not one moment when he didnít know that I would stand by his side. I respected him more than anyone else in the world. I would never turn my back on him.

Iris: Amanda, I loved my father, too. And whether you like it or not, I am part of the world that he created and I have no intention of leaving that world!

Amanda: Well, I can make you leave this office. Security, please.

Iris: It's all right. Donít worry about it -- I'm going.

Amanda: Yes, security.

Iris: But I'll be back. You can count on it.

Evan: What's the point in that?

Amanda: Yes, Mrs. Wheeler is leaving Mac Coryís office. Can you please be sure that she is escorted directly out of the building, and I never want to see her back here again.

Evan: Amanda, she was just looking --

Amanda: I donít care what she was doing. I never want to see her in my father's office again.

Evan: Amanda, come --

Amanda: And you -- discussing company business with her? How could you?

Stacey: It was just strange.

Derek: What?

Stacey: Thinking about a world without Mac.

Derek: There were an awful lot of people at that memorial.

Stacey: Well, he influenced a lot of people.

Derek: Yeah, but everybody there -- I mean, every single one of them owned a little piece of Mac Cory. I mean, it's like they all had a claim on him.

Stacey: Well, what's wrong with that?

Derek: I just couldn't do it.

Stacey: Couldn't do what -- be involved?

Derek: Not like that, no.

Stacey: So how do you feel anything if you're not involved? I mean, isnít that what it's all about?

Derek: When I was a kid, I used to love this story about this old guy who traveled all around the country planting trees.

Stacey: Johnny Appleseed.

Derek: Yeah. Well, he was a real guy -- I mean, it wasn't just a story. He had a life, and I used to think he did a hell of a lot of good just going around, planting his trees, moving on, and doing it again.

Stacey: Hmm. I used to think his life would be so sad. I thought, "God, this guy must be terribly lonely."

Derek: No, not if that's all he knew. I mean, you canít miss what you never had. You donít get lonely if you donít get involved.

Felicia: What might have been? Oh, yeah. I've thought about it a lot, for a very long time. And -- and then I just stopped.

Lucas: Why?

Felicia: Luke, I was a teenager. Noah and Abigail were both gone. You were gone. I didnít have any family, no money, and dreams were -- were a luxury that I just couldn't afford. Life really was nothing more than a struggle to keep from starving to death.

Lucas: How did you manage?

Felicia: I donít know. I just -- I just did, and little by little, things started to fall into place.

Lucas: You began to write?

Felicia: No. No, no, not then anyway, not -- not till later. Actually, my first job was babysitting. Yeah, I was a nanny for a rich family.

Lucas: You wanted to be around babies.

Felicia: It was really the only thing I knew how to do and sometimes I would hold their children in my arms and I would pretend for just a second that -- that they were mine.

Lucas: When did you stop thinking about our child?

Felicia: Later. Later when Fanny Grady became the famous Felicia Gallant, the wildly successful woman about town. I was actually a real party girl -- anytime, anywhere -- as long as I didnít have to think about anything.

Lucas: Then it worked.

Felicia: Well, yeah, I -- I guess it worked. I somehow was able to bury the pain so deep so that it almost was impossible to get at. Almost.

Lucas: You were lucky.

Felicia: Oh, Luke. You -- you couldn't bury it, could you?

Lucas: Nah. Nearly drove me crazy. I'd lay there night after night and I'd see that baby's face as the nurse took her away. But at least she let me give her something.

Felicia: What?

Lucas: Remember that dime, that mercury dime I found the day we met?

Felicia: The one you wore around your neck.

Lucas: Yeah. It came down to her little feet when I put it around her neck.

Felicia: You donít suppose she still has that, do you? It would mean that there was some part of us that was still connected to her. Maybe you -- you brought her good luck.

Lucas: Maybe.

Felicia: Our baby. My God, we donít even know what her name is, do we?

Lucas: We've got a second chance, Fanny. This time, we're not going to blow it. We're going to find our daughter.

Felicia: Oh. Know what time it is?

Felicia: Mitch. Hi.

Mitch: Hi.

Felicia: Abigail was here. She left five minutes ago. It was really a dead end.

Mitch: Why?

Felicia: She told us that it was the police chief who had taken the baby.

Lucas: Ex-police chief.

Felicia: Right. Right, but he's -- he's dead now, and she's certain there are no records.

Lucas: She lied once. She'd do it again.

Felicia: Yes, she -- she would, wouldnít she?

Lucas: Of course she would, to get back at us. But I donít care. I'm going to keep looking. I'm going to hire detectives. There's got to be a trail, even if it's a cold one.

Felicia: I hope you're right.

Lucas: I'll be in touch.

Felicia: Yes, ok. Luke, thank you.

Mitch: I'm sorry I wasn't here.

Felicia: Listen, what you saw when you came in -- I mean, Luke and me --

Mitch: Look, it's ok.

Felicia: He was trying to comfort me, that's all.

Mitch: You donít have to explain.

Felicia: Abigail, you know -- oh, God, I love you. I'm sorry.

Mitch: I wish there was something I could do.

Felicia: Luke is just so determined to find our child.

Mitch: I know. I understand that, and I know you trust him.

Felicia: Why donít we sit down and talk, ok? Come on.

Mitch: Ok -- just a minute. I've been running on empty since last night. I'm going to get something to eat.

Evan: So what are you accusing me of?

Amanda: You were discussing business with Iris.

Evan: I was not discussing business with Iris. I was simply discussing how she feels. The woman is hurt.

Amanda: I donít care.

Evan: Amanda, she needed someone to talk to.

Amanda: She's using you! Canít you see that? She's using you to get to me and my mother.

Evan: No, all we did was talk.

Amanda: That's where it starts, donít you understand? She'll convince you that she's really a wonderful person. She'll even convince you that Daddy would have wanted her to take over for Cory Publishing.

Evan: What on earth are you talking about?

Amanda: Is it possible that your newfound loyalty to my family is not as deep as you say?

Evan: I thought we were friends, Amanda.

Amanda: Wait, Evan. Evan, look -- I'm sorry. We are friends. I'm sorry.

Evan: Just forget it.

Amanda: Look, I'm not myself lately. I'm -- I'm sorry. I didnít mean what I said. Not about you.

Evan: Ok. Let's just forget it.

Amanda: It's just, you know, walking in here and seeing Iris --

Evan: Look, she lost him, too, Amanda.

[Door opens]

Woman: Excuse me, I'm sorry to bother you, but --

Amanda: What is it, Karen?

Karen: Well, things are sort of starting to pile up. Some of it's urgent.

Amanda: I see.

Evan: Well, call Mrs. Cory.

Amanda: No. No, that's all right. I'll handle it. I'll -- I'll start with returning phone calls.

Stacey: So you're saying that if you get involved with people --

Derek: Let's just drop it, ok?

Stacey: No! I want to talk about this. Wait -- you're saying that if you get involved with people, then you're going to be lonely? See, that doesn't make any sense to me.

Derek: It makes sense to me.

Stacey: So you would never develop any kind of closeness towards someone?

Derek: Not if I donít have to.

Stacey: So you'd never risk getting hurt?

Derek: I donít want to be analyzed.

Stacey: Huh. No, you donít even want to be talked to, or looked at. Well, go ahead and lead your uninvolved, selfish life. Nobody cares. I mean, nobody will care. If you --

[Pager beeps]

Stacey: May I use your phone?

Derek: No, it's shut off. The phone company found out I was tapping an old line.

Stacey: Well, then I got to go back to the office.

Derek: What, now?

Stacey: What's it to you?

Derek: I just --

Stacey: What?

Derek: I donít think you're ready.

Stacey: I beg your pardon?

Derek: You go to work every time you donít want to feel stuff.

Stacey: Like what?

Derek: Like feeling bad about Mr. Cory.

Stacey: Oh, unbelievable. Now, you're talking about my feelings.

Derek: Just forget I said it.

Stacey: No! Maybe you're right. Maybe that's what I do. But at least I have a job. And Cass and Zack need me.

Derek: If you want to stay --

Stacey: What?

Derek: You should stay.

Stacey: No, you would not understand this. But I have responsibilities to other people.

Derek: Look, I just thought that for your sake, maybe --

Stacey: For my sake? Derek, listen to me. I like people. I like being involved with people. That's why I became a lawyer. And right now I have important things to do and responsibilities to other people. So goodbye.

Cass: Monsieur Barron? Non? Oh --

[Speaking French]

Cass: Allo? Paris? Allo? Calling Paris. Come in, Paris! Hello? Hello? Ah, damn!

Stacey: Ow! Ooh!

Cass: Where the hell have you been?

Stacey: I was walking. I took a very long walk. Whose eardrums did you just blow out?

Cass: Europe. I was on the phone to Europe, and they hung up on me.

Stacey: The entire continent?

Cass: Are you above calling in these days?

Stacey: Ooh, you are in some mood, my dear brother.

Cass: Stacey, I needed you.

Stacey: Well, how did I know that?

Cass: By calling in your office. You should call in for messages.

Stacey: Ok, ok, ok. Let's not go through this again. What did you need me for?

Cass: I need a copy of Macís will, and this law firm that was handling his affairs --

[Frankie hums circus theme]

Stacey: Is there something I should know?

Cass: Oh, donít ask.

Frankie: The lesson for the day is never send a man to do a woman's job.

Cass: Ok. Donít tell me, let me guess -- you've got the will.

Frankie: Not yet.

Cass: Well, then what was all this fanfare and dancing about?

Frankie: I have got some very interesting information.

Cass: Oh, you do?

Frankie: Yes, I do.

Cass: Well -- well, great. Since you have such -- I donít --

Frankie: No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. I get my apology first. That was the deal.

Cass: All right.

Frankie: That's it? "All right" is your idea of an apology?

Cass: I apologize for saying that the only reason you were nice to me is because you wanted a job.

Frankie: Yeah. That wasn't so hard, was it?

Cass: Now May I have your information, please?

Frankie: You may.

Cass: Thank you.

Frankie: You're welcome. The situation is not what you expected.

Amanda: Yes, Mr. Berkland, I understand, but I'm not exactly sure when we're going to be able to give you a decision on that.

Evan: Just tell him the board meets in a couple days.

Amanda: I'll tell you what -- the board meets in just a couple of days, so why donít -- yes, of course, everything is running very smoothly. It is difficult to replace someone like my father, but we realize that, and we're prepared. Perfect. So I'll talk to you then. Thank you. Goodbye.

Evan: Hey -- hey, you were terrific.

Amanda: I feel like a complete phony.

Evan: Why?

Amanda: I was just telling him that everything is running smoothly, like getting along just fine without my father.

Evan: Well, Amanda, if that helps you deal with it, that's something that --

Amanda: Nothing helps.

Evan: I'm sorry.

Amanda: I just want him back, you know? I want to put my arms around him and tell him that I love him.

Evan: He knew. I mean, I think he knows.

Amanda: Ok. Look, enough of this. I've got to get back to work. I have to figure out how I'm going to make these decisions alone.

Evan: Wait a second. You're not making any decisions alone. I'm here.

Amanda: Yeah, thanks.

[Phone rings]

Amanda: Yes, Karen, what is it? Sure. Put her on. Mom?

Rachel: Honey, Cass wants to see us right away.

Amanda: All right, I'll be right there. Evan, I've got to leave for a little while, but I'll call in later, ok?

Evan: Ok, donít worry about anything.

Amanda: Look, what I said before -- I'm --

Evan: Ah -- ah -- forget it.

Vivien: Hello? Mrs. Wheeler, is that you? Good -- good! I just whipped up one of these spinach things. I'd like you to try it. I think they're a little too salty.

Iris: I'm not hungry. I'm not hungry.

Vivien: How come I'm never not hungry? Do you know in all my years in the American kitchen, I've never been able to say, "No, thank you, I'm not hungry." I've been able to say no thank you --

Iris: Vivien, would you stop rambling on?

Vivien: You got to eat, boss.

Iris: I canít!

Vivien: You couldn't find the letter, huh?

Iris: Well, how could I find anything? Amanda came storming in and practically threw me out of the office.

Vivien: That doesn't sound too friendly.

Iris: Vivien, I will not be shut out of Cory Publishing.

Vivien: You are Mr. Coryís daughter, you know.

Iris: Exactly. And I know no matter how angry Daddy would have got, he would -- he would always have found a way to forgive me, eventually.

Vivien: He's about the sweetest man on the face of the earth.

Iris: That's right, and that's why I know he would never have shut me out of his life.

Vivien: Well, I suppose everything is probably divvied up in the will, huh? Never mind. Even I know that was too nosy.

Iris: My God, the will!

Vivien: I'm sorry I even mentioned it.

Iris: I didnít even think of it!

Vivien: You didnít?

Iris: No. Cass --

Vivien: What about him?

Iris: Cass handles all of Daddy's legal affairs. I'm just going to see what he says. I've got to see if -- if I was excluded.

Frankie: Winthrop & Edwards.

Iris: Yes. Hello. This is Iris Wheeler. I would like to speak to Mr. Winthrop immediately, please. It's urgent.

Frankie: Well, you just missed him, Mrs. Wheeler. He left for a meeting at the Cory mansion.

Iris: Cory mansion? Why, thank you.

Stacey: What are you doing?

Frankie: I hung up the phone.

Stacey: That was Iris Wheeler, right?

Frankie: You donít hang up on Iris Wheeler?

Stacey: You told her where Cass went!

Frankie: Well, she had to know. She said it was urgent.

Stacey: You never tell anybody where he went, unless it's a friend -- and she is definitely not a friend!

Frankie: How am I supposed to know that?

Stacey: You were at the trial. You saw Cass question her.

Frankie: So? What? Does that mean that they're sworn enemies? Couldn't they have made up by now?

Stacey: You never tell anyone where we go! You simply say, "May I take a message"?

Frankie: Do I look like a trained secretary to you guys? I am a private investigator who's trying to help you out of a jam.

Stacey: All right, but --

Frankie: No, no -- wait, wait, wait -- no "buts." So far, I have solved the Jason Frame murder case, I have gotten Felicia out of jail, I have answered your damn phones, and I have got the scoop on the will. And have I heard a single word of thanks from any of you? No. Let alone gotten a paycheck. So, honey, as of now, I am history.

Stacey: Wait a second, Frankie, wait.

Frankie: You know, you guys donít even validate parking. I am five bucks in the hole because of you guys.

Stacey: No, you're right.

Frankie: I know I'm right. I've got stubs.

Stacey: I mean about the way we've treated you.

Frankie: No -- it's not like I expect a parade in my honor or anything, but a smile or two wouldnít hurt.

Stacey: All right, look, I'm not going to excuse us. But you do have a certain manner about you.

Frankie: Are you sure you're not going to excuse you?

Stacey: I think what we've done is we've transferred our anger at Nicole to the person who discovered the truth about her.

Frankie: Oh, so I'm the bad guy?

Stacey: It's kind of like killing-the-messenger syndrome. And I apologize. I know it's a lame excuse.

Frankie: No. No, no, that's -- it's not lame. It's ok. I accept your apology.

Stacey: Thank you.

Frankie: I'll send Cass the bill.

Felicia: How was your sandwich?

Mitch: It was fine.

Felicia: Hope the bread isnít too stale.

Mitch: No, no, no, no.

Felicia: What are you doing?

Mitch: Just looking at these contacts.

Felicia: Of -- of the shoot?

Mitch: Yeah.

Felicia: How are they?

Mitch: So far, they're ok.

Felicia: How was the shoot? Was it good? Was it fun?

Mitch: It was good, not a lot of fun.

Felicia: Mitch --

Mitch: Yeah.

Felicia: Let's talk, ok? I know you're upset about Lucas.

Mitch: Sure, I am.

Felicia: Will you talk to me? Will you tell me what you're feeling?

Mitch: I donít want to make a big deal out of it.

Felicia: Honey, I want you to do what you want.

Mitch: Look, I know what you're going through. I know it's not easy. I know it's been tough on you. I just -- I donít trust Lucas.

Felicia: I donít blame you for that. I mean, I canít imagine how I would feel if something like this happened to me.

Mitch: Like what?

Felicia: Honey, if a woman walked in this door and said she was an old lover and you had a child together, I would be insane from jealousy.

Mitch: Look, it's not -- it's not that. It's just something about him.

Felicia: He has changed.

Mitch: How?

Felicia: He was always a tough kid. I donít know. There's -- there's a hardness about him now, sort of a ruthless quality that he never had before. At least, I didnít see it.

Mitch: Well, he can be ruthless, and I'm glad you see that.

Felicia: I do. But I do understand why.

Mitch: Why?

Felicia: I know what he had to go through to get where he is today, and whether I like it or not, we have to work together in order to find our child.

Mitch: I know that. I understand that, but I want you to know that I'm going to watch out for you.

Felicia: I wouldnít want it any other way. And if you're at all worried about Lucas and me, you donít have to be. You have no reason in the world to be jealous. I love you with all my heart. And I always will.

Mitch: You had a child with Lucas.

Amanda: Hey, look who I found in the driveway.

Rachel: Oh, Cass, I appreciate you getting to this so quickly.

Cass: Yes. Well --

Iris: We all appreciate it, Cass.

Amanda: Iris --

Rachel: Iris, I donít have time to talk to you just now.

Iris: I'm Mackenzie Coryís daughter. I have a right to be here if there's any discussion about his will. I presume that's what's going on, isnít it?

Amanda: You have no right to be in this house.

Cass: Amanda, it's good that she's come. She should be here. It affects all of you.

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