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Another World Transcript Thursday 6/9/05

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[Pounding on door]

Jake: Open the door, Marley. Where have you been the last couple of hours? You had me scared... Marley, you cannot shut me out like this! Open the door. I'm sorry, I did not mean to yell like that. Would you look at me, please? Really, it was one stupid night. Vicky and I wish it never happened. It never did again. Would you please talk to me?! I can't stand this!

Marley: I have nothing to say.

Jake: What are you doing?

Marley: I think it is pretty obvious.

Jake: You can't do this.

Marley: Watch me.

Jake: Marley, you can't leave me, not after everything we have been through. I won't let you.

Marley: Don't touch me! Do not ever touch me again.

Stacey: Ooh! Ah, look at that one!

Derek: Uh-huh.

Stacey: That is great. Those are my favorite. Cass used to call those the curlicues. He hated them. Little wimpy ones, he said. [Laughs] See that one? That was Cass' favorite. Those big ones that spread out all over the place. Am I talking too much?

Derek: No.

Stacey: Brr.

Derek: You still cold?

Stacey: A little bit, yeah. Thanks. You cold?

Derek: No.

Stacey: [Gasps] Oh!

Derek: You ok?

Stacey: Mm-hmm.


Cass: Frankie? Frankie? Hey, come here. Come on. Frankie. Frankie, are you all right? Jeez, come here! Hey! Frankie! Talk to me! Hey, Frankie, are you all right?

Donna: I used to hate fireworks when I was a child.


Michael: Really?

Donna: Yeah. I cried every single time.

Michael: Why?

Donna: 'Cause of the sound. It scared me to death. My father used to make me go, though, because he would always spend all this money on this huge display. Attendance was mandatory.

Michael: Are you scared tonight?

Donna: No. I have got you to protect me.

Michael: [French accent] You look beautiful tonight.

Donna: I do?

Michael: [French accent] You do and you know it, don't you?

Donna: Moi?

Michael: Mm-hmm. Would you like to go to the couch with me, Mrs. H?

Donna: Why?

Michael: I have an idea.

Donna: Michael, Nicole could walk in here any second.

Michael: Hey, the heck with Nicole. This is my apartment, all right? Down.

Nicole: You better be careful. I am a grown woman. You could get in a lot of trouble.

Michael: All right. Good.


[Door slams]

Donna: Hi. We did not hear you come in.

Nicole: Well, I'm sorry I'm late.

Donna: You are not late.

Nicole: Good night.

Michael: Nicole, do you want to watch the fireworks?

Nicole: No, I'm really tired.

Donna: Well, are you all right?

Nicole: Are you going to ask me that question every day for the rest of my life?

Donna: Well, I just want to know if something happened.

Nicole: It is July 4, it is hot and I got stuck in the crowd, all right?

Donna: Would you like some tea?

Nicole: I just said I was hot, now why would I want tea?

Donna: Just--I thought maybe some iced tea. Whatever. Do you want anything?

Nicole: Good night. Oh, Michael?

Michael: Yeah.

Nicole: You will be happy to know that I took your advice.

Michael: About what?

Nicole: About letting go. You were right.

Michael: Good. So--

Nicole: So I sold my half of the salon to Cass.

Michael: You what?

Nicole: Yeah, he's going to move his office there. He has already started painting, in fact. He is taking down my things already.

Donna: Nicole--

Nicole: There are a whole lot more people working for him now.

Donna: You sold the salon?

Nicole: Do you know that he hired Frankie Frame?

Donna: No, I did not know.

Nicole: Well I, you know, I guess he just could not deny her, right? After all, she is the one who tracked down Jason's killer.

Donna: Nicole-Nicole--

Nicole: Good night.

Michael: Nicole--

Donna: Oh. Oh, this is awful.

Michael: Donna.

Donna: Michael, this is horrible.

Michael: Donna--she is in really bad shape. We're going to have to help her.

Frankie: [Coughing]

Cass: Come on, Frankie, what the hell happened, huh?

Frankie: Why are we on the ground?

Cass: Because there was an explosion in your car and you passed out.

Frankie: [Yells] What?

Cass: [Yells] You fainted.

Frankie: [Yells] I have never fainted in my life. Why are you whispering?

Cass: I'm not.

Frankie: Oh, God. My hearing! Oh! Cass!

Cass: What happened?

Frankie: You're in Bay City, right?

Cass: Right.

Frankie: Then why does it sound like you're in Jersey City?!

Cass: That will pass, Frankie.

Frankie: What?!

Cass: Will you please try to tell me what happened?

Frankie: Uh, someone threw a cherry bomb in my car.

Cass: Did you see who it was?

Frankie: No, no, I did not see anything except something exploding next to me.

Cass: Man, when I heard it, I thought maybe--

Frankie: What?!

Cass: [Yells] Nothing!

Frankie: Stop yelling at me.

Cass: I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Are you hurt?

Frankie: I hit my head on the steering wheel.

Cass: I want to take you to the emergency room.

Frankie: Can you still wear earrings when you're wearing a hearing aid?

Cass: I am going to take you to the hospital.

Frankie: No! No hospitals! I hate hospitals! I am going home.

Cass: Frankie. Whoa, whoa, whoa, wait a minute. Frankie--

Frankie: No, Sharlene will fix me up. She is really good about that.

Cass: Frankie--

Frankie: Just point me towards the farm, ok?

Cass: You should have x-rays.

Frankie: I hate doctors.

Cass: They probably hate you, too.

Frankie: What?!

Cass: Listen, if you think you are going home alone, you can forget about it.

Frankie: Oh, no.

Cass: What?

Frankie: John and Sharlene-- I--they're home alone and they asked me...

Cass: I get the picture, Frankie.

Frankie: I promised I would lay low.

Cass: Well, perfect, you can sleep in those nice white hospital linens and wake up tomorrow and you'll feel--

Frankie: [Groans] Oh!

Cass: What's the matter now, Frankie?

Frankie: Look at my clothes. I spent a lot of good money on these clothes.

Cass: Ok, well why don't we sit down for a minute, huh? Frankie! Frankie, are you awake? Why do these things always have to happen to me!? Taxi!

Vicky: Of course not, auntie Rose-Florence. Nobody will know where I got Jake McKinnon's employment records. You got my check, right? Good. I'm sure you saw the latest article in Brava on Video Match. That must have made your life miserable... and gave everyone else who was working for you the same problems, don't you think? Oh, please, you don't have to thank me, consider it a charitable donation. Yeah, I know how expensive legal fees can be. Mm-hmm. Well, I'll be in touch if I need anything else. But I don't think I will. If you want to play dirty, Jake, you've come to the right place.

Jake: You cannot walk out on me.

Marley: You slept with my sister, you got her pregnant. You lied to me for a year, Jake, and you expect me to stay with you?

Jake: I am sorry, you just have to understand what I've been going through.

Marley: What you have been going through?

Jake: You see--I wish I could change what happened, but I can't.

Marley: You are right about that. This is my fault, anyway.

Jake: What?

Marley: You did this before, and you told me you were sorry. And I believed you. And I took you back.

Jake: Did you think about what I said before?

Marley: You're pathetic, Jake.

Jake: Marley, we can have the kid we always dreamed about.

Marley: I never dreamed that I--that I would raise my own sister's child.

Jake: If you would just think about it for one minute, you would see how easy it could be. Vicky is no mother, we could get custody in a minute.

Marley: I should have listened to Donna.

Jake: To hell with Donna!

Marley: No, to hell with you, Jake! To hell with you!

Jake: Marley, you are everything to me. Don't do this.

Marley: I was happy with you. I thought we had everything.

Jake: We still can.

Marley: Do not kid yourself.

Jake: Look at me. I'm begging you. I'm begging you, do not leave me.

Marley: I cannot do it. I cannot go through this again. I won't go through this. Do not touch me.

Jake: Don't do this. Don't just throw our love away.

Marley: How can you throw away what we never had?

Jake: [Quietly] Marley?

[Shouts] Marley! Damn! This is the first time I can remember

Derek: I do this all the time now.

Stacey: Oh.

Derek: I still sleep out under the stars sometimes. Even now.

Stacey: You do?

Derek: Yeah. When I was a kid I used to sleep on rooftops all the time. Nobody ever knew.

Stacey: Oh, I cannot imagine what that would have been like for you.

Derek: It was not that bad. Really.

Stacey: Oh, boy, I do not think I've ever seen so many stars out.

Derek: Do you know what that is?

Stacey: No, I got a c- in astronomy. Kind of humiliating.

Derek: [Laughs] I just used to learn about those stars by looking at the sky. That one is my favorite.

Stacey: What is it called?

Derek: Gemini.

Stacey: The twins.

Derek: Good.

Stacey: I read my horoscope like the next guy.

Derek: Castor and Pollux.

Stacey: What?

Derek: I guess Greek mythology was not your strong suit, either, huh?

Stacey: Ok, so go ahead and tell me the story about Castor and, what, Pollick, did you...?

Derek: Pollux.

Stacey: Pollux, yeah.

Derek: Pollux.

[Laughs] Castor and Pollux were the twins. They were inseparable, and then Castor died.

Stacey: Oh, no.

Derek: Yes.

Stacey: I've got to warn you, I cry when I read a telephone book.

Derek: Do you want me to tell you the story or not?

Stacey: Mm-hmm, please, tell me.

Derek: Pollux told the Gods that he could not bear to go on without his brother by his side. He did not know what to do, so he called on Zeus. Zeus was their father. And Zeus, being a very creative God and the head God, said that he would turn both Castor and Pollux into stars and put them in the heavens, and that way, they could always be together, side by side, for all eternity.

Stacey: Wow, that is kind of a neat story.

Derek: I love that story. I used to think that if I had a brother, I would love him as much as Pollux loved Castor. And he would rather die than be apart from his only friend in the world. There are not many people who would do that these days.

Stacey: No, I guess not.

Derek: Fireworks are over.

Stacey: Yep.

[Sighs] Derek?

Derek: Yeah?

Stacey: This is the best July 4 I've ever had.

Derek: It has been nice, hasn't it?

Stacey: I just wish it did not have to end.

Derek: Does it have to?

Marley: I forgot something.

Jake: It must be pretty important if you came back for it, huh?

Marley: My keys. I'm going to Donna's. I asked you not to do that, Jake.

Jake: Marley... I love you. I have always loved you. I never knew about love until I met you.

Marley: You make me sick.

Jake: Steven needs you.

Marley: Stop it.

Jake: You love Steven. Don't tell me you don't. Can you look at me and tell me that you don't want to be with him every step of his life?

Marley: I love my nephew. And I hope to God that Jamie is Steven's father, because he is the only one that deserves him.

Jake: How long are you going to be at Donna and Michael's?

Marley: That's none of your business.

Jake: You need me.

Marley: Like hell.

Jake: Marley, we can be a family, the 3 of us.

Marley: Do not call me. Do not try to see me. Just leave me alone.

Donna: She is so cut off.

Michael: Donna, she needs help.

Donna: I know that. I keep trying to offer her help and she will not talk to me. It is as if I do not even know her anymore.

Michael: I mean professional help.

Donna: I know that.

Michael: Donna, after what she has been through, you cannot expect her to bounce back on her own.

Donna: Jason Frame was terrorizing her and I never even knew it.

Michael: Honey, Cass did not know it, no one knew it.

Donna: Do you believe what he did, that he hired that--that Frankie? Is he determined to keep hurting her?

Michael: Donna, come on, you cannot blame Cass for Nicole's problems.

Donna: I do not know my own sister, maybe I never did.

Michael: Hey, you have been good to her. You have been good for her.

Donna: When we were children, after mother died, I cried. I cried for months. I could not get over it, and Nicole was always being loving to me. She was always telling me it was going to be all right. And mother loved her the best and Nicole suffered more than any of us, but she just kept smiling. She just kept smiling.

Michael: Honey, you cannot help her with this.

Donna: [Whispering] Then how do we get her to speak to a psychiatrist?

Michael: [Sighs] Why don't you let me handle this, ok? Why don't you check on Nicole and make sure she is ok?

Donna: Where are you going?

Michael: Trust me, ok.

Cass: Oh, G-Frankie!

Frankie: Uh.

Cass: Are you ok?

Frankie: [Groans]

Cass: Good morning.

Frankie: Oh, please, tell me this is a bad dream.

Cass: I wish I could, but I cannot because it's not.

Frankie: I'm lying on a bed with you?

Cass: My bed, yeah.

Frankie: How did I get here?

Cass: I carried you. No small feat, I might add.

Amanda: Uh, if there were not a conga line dancing through my head, I'd knock your teeth down your throat.

Cass: It is really nice to see that your hearing is improving, Frankie.

Frankie: Why did you bring me here?

Cass: Oh, you bring out the animal in me.

Frankie: Oh, Hardy Har Har. Uh. Ah. Oh. Oh no.

Cass: Yeah, you're lucky the cherry bomb did not land in your lap.

Frankie: Oh, I cannot even stand to think--oh!

Cass: Come here and don't be a big baby.

Frankie: What is that?

Cass: I'm going to clean up your arm, it is a mess. And I still think you should see a doctor. Come on.

Frankie: No, what I should see is a hair brush. Yeah.

Cass: You want to take your clothes off?

Frankie: What?!

Cass: Hey, take it easy. Your clothes are a mess. They're filthy and they're torn. Do you want to take them off?

Frankie: You probably did that dragging me over here, you stupid--

Cass: Hey, you ingrate, you're lucky I was there!

Frankie: Would you just give me something to wear? These things stink of smoke.

Cass: What a twinkie. Here, try not to get any blood on--ho, ho, ho, ho! Wait just a second. Would you mind doing that in the bathroom, please?

Frankie: Huh! Can't control yourself, huh?

Cass: Never mind that. Just get in the bathroom. And I will make some coffee.

Frankie: I do not need coffee.

Cass: You know--I've really got to hand it to you. Only you would get hit by a stray cherry bomb in the middle of a stakeout.

Frankie: That is not what happened.

Cass: Oh, no?

Frankie: It was no accident.

Cass: What did you say?

Cass: Now, what do you mean it was not an accident?

Frankie: I think it was deliberate. I feel naked in this thing.

Cass: Why would somebody purposely throw a cherry bomb in your car?

Frankie: I do not know. It is a hunch, ok.

Cass: You're delirious.

Frankie: I told you that I thought someone was following me, remember?

Cass: Yes, I remember.

Frankie: Well, that is why.

Cass: But don't you think it's just a little strange?

Frankie: Look, boss, do you mind if I take a shower, ok?

Cass: Yeah, ok. Go ahead.

Frankie: Good, thanks. And I won't take long, all right?

Cass: Frankie, we are not through talking about this, you know.

Frankie: Let me follow up on a few things, ok? And then we will talk.

Michael: Cass?

Cass: Michael.

Michael: Sorry, the door was open.

Cass: Oh, that is ok. What are you doing here so late? Is there something wrong?

Michael: You want me to come back at another time?

Cass: [Laughs] No, no, no. Come in. Um, let me explain. I was on a stakeout with Frankie Frame and I went to get some coffee and some bozo threw a cherry bomb in her car.

Michael: She all right?

Cass: She is still a pain in the neck so I think she will be fine.

Michael: Maybe I should come back another time, ok?

Cass: Why?

Michael: I've got to talk to you about Nicole.

Cass: How is she?

Michael: She is not good, Cass.

Cass: I know, I should have talked to you before. I guess I'm trying to avoid the issue.

Michael: Hey, I understand.

Cass: I'm buying her half of the salon, you know.

Michael: Yeah, she mentioned that tonight.

Cass: It was her idea. I guess she is not interested in continuing with the business anymore.

Michael: To tell you the truth, I don't think she is in much of a condition to continue with anything at the moment.

Cass: Did something else happen?

Michael: No, it is just that she tries harder and harder to keep up appearances and it is getting much more difficult.

Cass: I do not know what I'm supposed to do about that.

Michael: Donna and I feel that she needs some professional help.

Cass: I see.

Michael: Donna thinks that Nicole may have been troubled for a lot longer than anyone thinks. Maybe it goes as far back as her mother's death.

Cass: And having Reginald for a father does not help.

Michael: Anyway, we want to help her before it is too late. Maybe it already is too late, I don't know.

Cass: [Sighs] I should have seen this coming. I could have helped her. I would have done anything.

Michael: What about now?

Cass: What do you want me to do?

Michael: Donna and I are going to try to get her to seek some psychiatric help. And I just want to know that if I need your help, I can count on you.

Cass: Oh, Michael, I am not sure that that... of course.

Michael: Thanks. I will be in touch.

Cass: Ok.

Michael: Take care.

Donna: Well, you look much better.

Nicole: I will be back soon.

Donna: Where are you going?

Nicole: There's something I forgot to do. I will not be long.

Donna: It is awfully late. Why don't you just let it wait until tomorrow?

Nicole: No.

Donna: Well, I would like to talk to you this evening--and this must be Michael. I know that he wants to talk to you as well.

Marley: We have to talk.

Donna: Marley, Nicole--

Nicole: Oh, no. No-no-no, no problem, I was just leaving.

Marley: I left Jake. [Cries]

Jake: What do you want?

Vicky: You all alone?

Jake: Oh, yeah, I'm all alone.

Vicky: Good, because I do not think you would want anybody to hear what I have to say to you.

Jake: Get out of my house, Vicky.

Vicky: There's no way you can give me orders now because you are not going to get custody of Steven. So you can just get that little fantasy out of your head.

Jake: It does not matter.

Vicky: No, I don't think you heard what I said. You see, you tried to blackmail me, but I don't think you knew who you were dealing with. You see this? These are your employment records for Video Match, otherwise known as the Cat House, otherwise known as your previous employer.

Jake: I said get out of my house!

Vicky: Maybe I will just wait until Marley gets home.

Jake: Marley is not going to be home, Vicky.

Vicky: What are you talking about?

Jake: She knows. She knows everything, Vick.

Marley: I feel like my whole world has just exploded right in my face.

Donna: I know you do, but it hasn't.

Marley: I should have listened to you. I should have listened to you last summer. I should have listened to you on my wedding day. You were right about Jake.

Donna: How did you find out?

Marley: What are you talking about?

Donna: Well--whatever it was that Jake did?

Marley: You already know what Jake did, don't you?

Donna: Marley, listen to me--

Marley: Oh, my God!

Donna: Marley, wait--

Marley: You knew all along, didn't you? Am I the only one who did not know that my husband was sleeping with my sister?

Vicky: So, uh, how is she?

Jake: How do you think she is?

Vicky: Well, I told you she would not understand! You just didn't listen to me.

Jake: I didn't tell her.

Vicky: So how'd she find out?

Jake: She found the papers from the lawyer.

Vicky: Uh, great. That is--that is great.

Jake: So you just throw that garbage away, Vicky, because you cannot make her hate me any more than she already does.

Vicky: So--so where did she go?

Jake: Her mother's.

Vicky: [Laughs] Oh, that is good.

Jake: I'm not giving up, Vicky.

Vicky: Well, don't you think Marley has something to say about that?

Jake: She'll come around.

Vicky: Dream on.

Jake: This is not over, Vicky.

Vicky: You are not serious.

Jake: I am dead serious.

Vicky: What court do you think would give you custody of my son after they found out you worked for some video dating service that was a cover-up for a prostitution ring?

Jake: I did not know that when I got the job there.

Vicky: Really, well, auntie Rose said that you were a pretty good-looking candidate for a little V.I.P.--

Jake: I do not care what auntie Rose said. All I did was run the camera.

Vicky: Well, Marley did not even know you worked there. You really think she is going to believe that all you did was want some other cash?

Jake: Yes!

Vicky: Really, after what she just found out about you?

Jake: She will understand because we needed the money at the time for Dr. Jansen.

Vicky: She had money, Jake. She offered you money.

Jake: I do not take charity!

Vicky: So instead you worked for a call-girl service. The only thing Marley is going to believe is that you wanted to sample the merchandise.

Jake: Maybe you've forgotten who got me the job there in the first place, huh?

Vicky: Excuse me?

Jake: Well, how do you think Jamie is going to feel when he finds out you got me to make a phony tape of Lisa?

[Gasps] We forgot about that, didn't we? What do you think he's going to do when he finds out you sent that phony tape of the sainted Lisa to a nasty place like Video Match?

Vicky: It does not matter anyway. He hates me--or he thinks he does.

Jake: I will tell you something, Vicky. This is worse than I ever thought it could be, you know?

Vicky: I always end up hurting her, don't I?

Jake: We both do.

Vicky: God, Jake, she has never done a deceitful thing in her entire life, and look who she's got as a husband and a sister. She deserves a hell of a lot more than the two of us.

Stacey: Well, coffee will be ready in a minute.

Derek: Fine.

Stacey: What is the matter?

Derek: This place. It is very nice.

Stacey: Well, yeah, it will be, as soon as we get all these things unpacked.

Derek: I just don't know if I should be spending any time here.

Stacey: Well, why not?

Derek: I do not know.

Stacey: Well, I--I go to your place all the time.

Derek: Yeah.

Stacey: So, don't you think it would be nice to spend a little time in my world? What do you think?

Derek: And your roommate?

Stacey: Courtney? She is not home.

Derek: You know, when we moved you in earlier today, it seemed like I had seen her someplace before. She looked kind of familiar.

Stacey: Well, you probably saw her at the trial.

Derek: Is she a lawyer?

Stacey: No, she is a cop.

Derek: That is where I have seen her.

Stacey: She's really nice.

Derek: Sure.

Stacey: Look, I know what you're thinking.

Derek: I just do not think I will be spending a lot of time here.

Stacey: But why? That's ridiculous.

Derek: What if she decides to--

Stacey: She is not going to find out about your past, and particularly about Noah. I promise.

Derek: How can you be so sure?

Stacey: I will go get the coffee now. Be right back. Ok, here is the coffee. There you go. [Gasps] Derek, I am sorry. Are you all right? Here, wait, let me put this down--

Derek: Do not worry about it.

Stacey: Oh, I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I'm such a klutz.

Derek: Yes, you are.

Stacey: Could we sit down and have this coffee, do you think? I am a walking disaster today.

Derek: Yeah.

Stacey: Great. Oh, boy.

Courtney: Hey, you two.

Donna: Marley, you have to understand.

Marley: I do not believe this.

Donna: It is not what you think.

Marley: Tell me the truth.

Donna: Well, I--

Marley: The truth.

Donna: Yes, I knew.

Marley: And you did not tell me?

Donna: I wanted to do it to protect you.

Marley: From what?

Donna: From being hurt, darling.

Marley: You lied to protect Vicky.

Donna: No. No, no, that is not true--

Marley: You have always felt guilty about Vicky.

Donna: Maybe I have, but--

Marley: Everyone makes allowances for Vicky. And no one says that she is a lying little tramp!

Donna: Marley--now--now just watch what you're saying. I was caught in the middle of this. I did not want either one of you to suffer.

Marley: Well, at least I know where she gets it. It must be in the blood.

Donna: This is all Jake's fault.

Marley: No, as I heard it, Vicky was right there with him.

Donna: What did he say to you?

Marley: It does not matter! Vicky is not going to get away from this Scott-free.

Donna: Marley, she agonized over this. She did not want to hurt you.

Marley: How dare you defend her to me?

Donna: She is your sister. You cannot change that.

Marley: No, we're not a family. None of us.

Donna: How can you say that?

Marley: Because families don't keep secrets. They do not lie to each other, over and over again. But I guess you have made a career out of that, haven't you?

Donna: Marley, Marley, you do not know what you are saying right now.

Marley: You lied to me my whole life.

Donna: I have not done that--

Marley: I lived with you for 18 years thinking you were my sister, my older sister, because you could not stand up to your father!

Donna: [Whispers] Well, that's true.

Marley: Well, you and Vicky can just have each other, because I do not want anything to do with either one of you again.

Donna: Marley...

Marley: I've got to get out of here--

Michael: Hey, what is going on?

Marley: Ask her! Or maybe you know, too. Maybe you know! Maybe everyone knew!

Michael: Know what? Are you going to tell me what in the hell is going on around here?

Courtney: So, I stopped by the station on my way to the park, thinking that I'd wish those poor slobs who had to work today a happy Fourth. The sergeant comes to me and says, "Walker, get into uniform, 12 officers are out with the chicken pox."

Stacey: Oh.

Courtney: Can you believe it? I have not walked the beat since I left the academy.

Stacey: Must've been some day, huh?

Courtney: The worst. I had to patrol the high school grounds during the fireworks display. If I had busted every kid with a cherry bomb in his pocket, I'd be there till dawn. But luckily my shift ended at 9, so it was ok. Got out of it. You guys have a nice night?

Stacey: Oh, yeah, it was great.

Courtney: Oh, what'd you do?

Stacey: Well, we went up to the roof of an abandoned building and we sat down and we watched the fireworks and we had to bust down a door to get--

Courtney: Breaking and entering, counselor.

Stacey: No, no, it was not like that at all! The door was sort of ajar, we just pushed it--

Courtney: Relax, relax, I'm too tired to run you in. Oh, so, Derek, you planning to stay in Bay City awhile?

Derek: Yeah.

Courtney: Oh, you found a job?

Derek: Frame Construction.

Courtney: Oh, great.

Derek: Yeah. You can check it out if you want to.

Courtney: Why would I want to do a thing like that?

Stacey: You have got to be really tired, huh?

Courtney: Oh--now that you mention, I was just thinking about going to bed. Um, well, it was nice chatting with you, Derek. Good night.

Derek: I have got to be going, too.

Stacey: Derek--

Derek: No, I do.

Stacey: Well--can't you just stay and have one cup of coffee? It is already made.

Derek: Bye.

Stacey: Good-bye. Thanks for a great Fourth of July. Had a really nice time.

Courtney: Did I say something?

Stacey: No.

Courtney: You know, he is awfully defensive.

Stacey: He has had a very strange life and he is not comfortable with strangers.

Courtney: Stacey, what do you know about this guy?

Stacey: What do you mean?

Courtney: Well--all right, he came into town during the start of the trial, but you know I never really understood what he was doing at the party when Jason was killed. And what is his connection with Felicia, anyway, you know?

Stacey: Courtney, he is a very private person.

Courtney: You know, I can run a check on him if you wanted me to.

Stacey: I don't.

Courtney: It is no trouble, I--

Stacey: Courtney, you're going to have to trust me on this, all right?

Courtney: If you say so.

Frankie: I borrowed your hair dryer, I hope you don't mind.

Cass: No, that is fine.

Frankie: I heard voices. Was there somebody here?

Cass: Yeah, Michael Hudson.

Frankie: Oh, no. Does he know I was here?

Cass: I told him what happened.

Frankie: Ah, gee--he is probably going to go home and tell Nicole all about it.

Cass: Well, it does not really matter.

[Knock on door]

Cass: Nicole.

Nicole: Sorry to bother you.

Cass: Oh, you are not bothering me. Frankie had an accident and she passed out.

Frankie: Did not.

Cass: So I brought her here to change.

Nicole: What happened?

Frankie: Somebody got a little careless with a firecracker.

Nicole: That is terrible.

Frankie: Yeah. Got to be real careful out there at night, lots of creeps and drunks out on holidays.

Cass: Is there something you wanted to talk to me about?

Nicole: Um--yeah. I wanted you to know that I spoke to Zack about transferring ownership of the salon to you.

Cass: There is no rush on that, you know.

Nicole: Well the sooner, the better, don't you think?

Cass: I am buying out your half, of course.

Nicole: It does not matter. I just wanted to tell you as soon as possible so that you could get on with your life.

Cass: Nicole--

Nicole: But I see that you've already done that. Good night.

Frankie: I am really ticked off about these clothes, you know? I can never keep anything for more than one season. Maybe if I sneak back in, Sharlene and John will not know.

Cass: Come on, you are not leaving, Frankie.

Frankie: Oh, boss, I'm out of here.

Cass: You could have a concussion. You realize that?

Frankie: Yeah, no way. Hard as rock--ah.

Cass: Yeah, great. Come on, get in bed.

Frankie: No.

Cass: Come on. I'm not going to take no for an answer.

Frankie: Oh, come on.

Cass: Wait a second. Come on, get in. I'm going to wake you up every 15 minutes. Wait--I'm going to put this pillow under your head. Ok.

Frankie: Why are you going to wake me up--

Cass: Because that is what you're supposed to do with people who have concussions.

Frankie: Oh, I don't believe this.

Cass: Are you comfortable?

Frankie: Oh, grand.

Cass: You want some more pillows?

Frankie: No.

Cass: Here, let's tuck that in.

Vicky: We never do the right thing.

Jake: I guess not.

Vicky: How come we always end up hurting the people we love the most?

Jake: Did not have to be this way, Vicky.

Vicky: You're not going to blame this on me, are you?

Jake: If you would not have lied from the beginning, maybe the four of us could have sat down and talked this thing out!

Vicky: Oh, you do not give up, do you?

Jake: She was so hurt, man, I do not think she's ever going to get over this.

Vicky: Well, you know, none of this would have happened if you did not start snooping around. You would have been with Marley, I would have been with Jamie, and Steven would not have to grow up and have a future of parents arguing no matter who they are.

Jake: [Shouting] All right, all right!

Vicky: [Sighs]

Jake: What are we going to do now?

Vicky: Try to live with ourselves... if we can.

Michael: Now you look at me and you talk.

Donna: Marley and Jake had a fight, she--

Michael: About what, Donna? About what?

Donna: Michael, she--I don't know.

Michael: Do not lie to me, Donna! Tell me!

Donna: Michael--

Michael: Look, I will not be kept in the dark. You and Victoria have been walking around here whispering for weeks. Jake is not himself, Jamie is not himself, now what is happening to my family?

Donna: You are hurting me.

Michael: Well, Donna, maybe that is a way to get your attention. Now, are you going to tell me the truth once in your life or not?

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