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Another World Transcript Thursday 7/7/05

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Stacey: Hi.

Derek: Is it ok?

Stacey: You mean you coming by?

Derek: Yeah. I know you like people to call first.

Stacey: Derek, spontaneity is not exactly a foreign concept to me, you know.

Derek: Good. Is your roommate home?

Stacey: Courtney? She's working tonight.

Derek: Great. Can I come in?

Stacey: Oh, please do, yeah.

Derek: Good, because I've got this plan.

Stacey: What kind of plan?

Derek: Well, we didnít do so hot in the date department.

Stacey: No, we didnít.

Derek: But we went swimming, and we didnít yell at each other once that night.

Stacey: That's true.

Derek: So, what do you say let's go?

Stacey: Now? I canít go now.

Derek: Yeah, but I thought you said that --

Stacey: No, no, I meant it was good that you came by, but I'm expecting somebody any minute.

Derek: Who?

Stacey: Jamie, and donít jump to any conclusions about this.

Derek: No, it's ok. It was none of my business. I shouldnít have asked in the first place.

Stacey: Now, come on, Derek. You drive me crazy! He came over -- he's coming over here on business, and how many times do I have to tell you he's a friend of mine? He's going through a hard time right now, and I'm just trying to help him out, that's all.

Derek: Boy, you guys sure have a lot of business to discuss lately.

Stacey: He's contemplating taking legal action.

Derek: Hey, isnít it funny that you guys could never discuss business in your nice, new offices during business hours? Now, why is that?

Vicky: This has happened two days in a row, Bridget.

Bridget: Really?

Vicky: First, he runs out of here five minutes after we make love, then I find out he's having dinner at Tops with Stacey, and then today he tells me he's going to the hospital, and where do I find him? But with Stacey at her office pouring his guts out to her!

Bridget: Yeah, but --

Vicky: She is so sweet to him, it makes me want to throw up!

Bridget: Well, they're very good friends, you know, dear.

Vicky: Oh, please, Bridget, donít be so naive. If she thinks she can steal my husband from me, she can just --

Bridget: Shh, shh.

Vicky: Home so soon?

Jamie: Slow day at the hospital.

Vicky: Uh-huh. Must be nice when those sick people decide to stay home.

[Doorbell rings]

Bridget: Oh, I'll -- I'll get that.

Vicky: Are you home for the evening?

Jamie: Actually --

Vicky: Because I rented a movie. I've got microwave popcorn and a pitcher of margaritas in the freezer. Unless you have other plans. Oh -- Rachel, what a nice surprise.

Courtney: And you're certain nothing else was taken, right?

Donna: As far as I can tell, no. This thief obviously knew exactly what he wanted.

Courtney: What kind of vase was taken?

Donna: Ming. M-I-N-G. I had this appraised at well over $100,000 last year.

Courtney: Hmm -- some vase. When did you notice it missing?

Donna: Just before I called you. And Michael and I were here all day except for one hour this morning.

Courtney: That's long enough.

Donna: I canít believe this. I just -- I canít believe this has happened.

Courtney: You know, it's likely that the same person who took Iris Wheeler's painting took your vase. The M.O. seems the same.

Donna: "M.O."?

Courtney: Modus operandi. I'm sorry -- "method of operating."

Donna: Oh.

Courtney: Whoever this thief is seems to know his way around this building. He can obviously come and go as he pleases without arousing suspicion.

Donna: An inside job?

Courtney: Probably.

Donna: That's awful.

Courtney: Yeah.

Donna: Have you questioned everybody in this building?

Courtney: Yeah, we're working on it. Donít worry, Mrs. Hudson, we'll catch him.

Michael: So it looks like we're going to have to be especially careful about who we let come and go in the apartment building.

Iris: The idea of someone creeping around the building really makes my skin crawl.

Michael: Well, donít worry, the police are working on it. I'm sure they'll find whoever did this.

Iris: I hope so. So, just the Ming vase?

Michael: Yeah -- actually, I never even liked that vase, to tell you the truth. It's just that it was very expensive.

Iris: Well, we can say one thing about our thief -- he has discriminating taste.

Michael: Hmm. Lucas, you look like you want to say something.

Lucas: I've finally figured it out.

Iris: What are you talking about?

Lucas: I know where I met you, Michael.

Amanda: I'm listening, Evan. Go on.

Evan: You know, we can do this some other time if you'd like.

Amanda: I said I'm listening! Sorry.

Evan: Maybe it's time you just stopped doing everything for everybody else.

Amanda: Look, I just have to get a few of Alliís things together, take them back over to Mom's house before she's ready for her bath. She's gotten very modest lately -- wonít take her clothes off unless I'm there. Go on, give me the rundown for the board meeting.

Evan: You're not going to remember anything I'm telling you as long as you're doing something else.

Amanda: If you remember, I gave you the option of doing this last night. You were otherwise engaged.

Evan: May I remind you, Amanda, that Rita James is a major stockholder. I just had to make her feel comfortable.

Amanda: Did you manage?

Evan: I did my best.

Amanda: Good, because I guess that's what's really important. Donít worry about Mom and I trying to stop Iris from taking over the company.

Evan: See, now I know you're overworked.

Amanda: I'm not. Oh. I thought these were clean.

Evan: What is this, like mother and daughter? I try to talk to your mother this morning, she canít concentrate.

Amanda: She just lost her husband, Evan. I think she can be expected to be a little preoccupied.

Evan: Well, your future is on the line at Cory Publishing, young lady.

Amanda: Donít you think I know that?

Evan: Well, then you better get focused fast.

Amanda: I donít like being scolded, Evan.

Evan: Amanda, I'm doing this for you. I believe in you and Rachel. But I feel like I'm trying to sell the board some grieving widow and a cub reporter that hasn't had one business course a day in her life.

Amanda: Thank you.

Evan: I think they think that I'm not playing with an all-star team. Do you hear what I'm saying?

Amanda: Is it them or is it you?

Evan: I just said that I believe in you.

Amanda: You donít think that Mom and I can handle this job. My father thought differently. We wouldnít be holding 2/3 of his stock.

Evan: Well, Lucas is coaching Iris. Now, both of them together have more experience at these kind of things. We donít have that kind of ammunition, Amanda.

Amanda: So what are you saying?

Evan: I donít think that we can beat her.

Iris: You know Michael?

Lucas: I was sure I knew your face. I just couldn't place it.

Michael: I donít think so, Lucas. You must be mistaken.

Lucas: No, it was four or five years ago, in the south of France.

Iris: Well, that's quite possible. We were there, Michael.

Michael: It was a long time ago.

Lucas: Jean Simone's villa in Cannes?

Iris: Oh. We were there together -- remember?

Michael: Vaguely.

Lucas: He had a fabulous art collection.

Michael: Doesn't ring a bell.

Lucas: He set up a party at a casino.

Iris: Of course.

Lucas: Roulette is your game, isnít it, Michael?

Michael: It was.

Lucas: We bet against each other that night -- high stakes, as I remember. You walked away with your pockets full. I was quite impressed.

Michael: Honestly, I donít remember you, Lucas, but then again, I never paid much attention to anyone when I was gambling.

Lucas: That's funny.

Iris: Small world.

Michael: Sorry to say you weren't more memorable. Maybe if I'd lost.

Lucas: Hmm. You donít take financial defeats too well.

Michael: Who does? You'll excuse me, I have to go. My wife, I think, is still a little upset from the robbery. Be very careful about who you let in this building, all right?

Iris: Mm-hmm.

Michael: Lucas.

Lucas: Michael.

Iris: Thanks for coming, Michael.

Lucas: So, you two were in Cannes together?

Iris: Like the man said, that was a long time ago.

Lucas: How well did you two know each other a long time ago?

Vicky: I'm so glad you decided to stop by because I was just trying to coax Jamie into spending a nice quiet evening at home with his family.

Rachel: Are you on call tonight, sweetie?

Jamie: No, I'm not. I just have to check up on that critical patient of mine.

Vicky: Yeah, she will be critical if I get my hands on her.

Bridget: Shh!

Rachel: I hope it's all right that I came by.

Jamie: Oh, of course it is.

Rachel: I just wanted to see Steven for a minute before he was put down?

Vicky: Absolutely. He's in his crib, but I'm sure he's not asleep, right, Bridget?

Bridget: I'll get him.

Vicky: No -- hey, I'm sure Rachel wants to talk to the baby alone.

Rachel: Why are you lying to her?

Jamie: You could tell?

Rachel: You've never been able to lie very well.

Jamie: I know.

Rachel: Well?

Jamie: I just donít know how I feel about her anymore.

Rachel: But you're going to go on lying to her until you figure it out?

Jamie: No, I donít want her to know where I'm going tonight.

Rachel: Obviously.

Jamie: I'm seeing Stacey Winthrop.

Rachel: What?

Jamie: Yeah, well, it's about a separation agreement.

Rachel: I didnít know you'd gone that far.

Jamie: Well, I have.

Rachel: Does Vicky know about this?

Jamie: Yes. I had the other attorney draw up the -- the papers and I want Stacey to look them over.

Rachel: When did you do all this?

Jamie: Before the -- the results from the paternity test came in.

Rachel: Oh. And now you're wondering if you should go through with it?

Jamie: Steven is my son. And I believe that I -- I owe it to him to see if I can make this marriage work.

Rachel: Donít stay in the marriage if it's not working. You donít want Steven to grow up with two parents who resent each other.

Jamie: No, I know. I know.

Rachel: You canít make something out of nothing, Jamie.

Jamie: I wanted --

Rachel: What, darling?

Jamie: I wanted my marriage to be like yours. You and Mac always managed to get through the rough times.

Rachel: Yes, we did.

Jamie: I just wish I knew your secret.

Rachel: It isnít any secret. There's just an awful lot of love there, enough to overcome all of the problems.

Rachel: Well, there he is.

Vicky: Hi.

Rachel: Hi, sweetie!

Vicky: Let's go to grandma.

Rachel: Are you a sleepy fellow?

Vicky: He's a sleepy boy.

Rachel: Yeah, you are a --

Vicky: He wanted to see his grandmother.

Rachel: Oh, you sweet thing. You're such a beautiful fellow. Yes, you may hold my purse. Yes, you may. And you can have a good chew. Mm-hmm.

Vicky: Rachel, I'm going to make this up to Jamie.

Rachel: Well, that's between the two of you.

Vicky: I want you all to forgive me. I want the Coryís back in our lives.

Rachel: Sometimes we canít get back what we've lost. I think Iíd better go. Good night, precious. Good night. I have to take my purse, yes, I do.

Jamie: Mom, wait a minute.

Rachel: It's all right. I'm fine. I'll talk to you.

Vicky: I didnít mean to upset her.

Jamie: Could you stop your -- your campaigning for just one minute, Vicky? She's already been through quite enough.

Vicky: I am not campaigning.

Jamie: Put Steven to bed. I have to go.

Vicky: Well, where?

Jamie: The hospital.

Vicky: I want you to stay, Jamie.

Jamie: You canít always get what you want.

Singer: You canít always get what you want but if you try sometimes well, you might find

Singers: You get what you need

Singer: Oh, yeah

Vicky: Bridget?

Bridget: Yes? What is it, dear? What's happened?

Vicky: Nothing -- yet. Can you do me a favor and put Steven back to bed for me?

Bridget: Well, of course I can.

Vicky: Ok, sweetheart.

Bridget: Yes, honey.

Vicky: There is some popcorn in the kitchen and I rented "Nine 1/2 weeks" -- you'll love it.

Bridget: But isnít that the movie that --

Vicky: Yeah, it is -- tell me what happens later.

Bridget: Victoria, where on earth are you going?

Vicky: I'm going to save my marriage. Sweetie, bye. Now, if he gets fussy, you just give him a bottle, ok? I love you. Bye.

Bridget: Bye. Hey, look at this. You know what? I think we're both too young to see it, you know that? Never you mind, laddie. You wait and see. Now, one of these days, you're going to appreciate your mother's eccentricities. Yes, I promise you that. Yes.

Derek: Thanks.

Stacey: Oh, you donít have to go.

Derek: Look, I donít want to be here when your friend gets --

Stacey: No, I told you it's just business.

Derek: Just business, I remember.

Stacey: You know, sometimes I donít know why I put up with you, Derek.

Derek: Donít. If it's such a chore, just donít do it.

Stacey: Well, you're the one who makes it a chore, you know? I mean, you want me to be impulsive, I'm impulsive, and then when my schedule doesn't fall in sync with yours, well, then, it's just a personal affront to you. It's not.

Derek: Well, maybe you shouldnít have a schedule, huh?

Stacey: Oh, ok, so what do you want me to do, turn my back on my friends and my job just because of you?

Derek: Now, who's asking you to do that?

Stacey: Why are you so jealous?

Derek: Who's jealous?

Stacey: You are.

Derek: Why should I be?

Stacey: I donít know. I mean, it's not like we're seeing each other or anything like that.

Derek: You got that right.

Stacey: Ok, so what's the explanation?

Derek: I am not jealous.

Stacey: Fine!

Derek: Fine!

Stacey: Well, then you want some more iced tea?

Derek: Yeah.

Stacey: Good iced tea, huh? Courtney made that. Oh -- am I allowed to mention Courtneyís name in your presence?

Derek: You're really feeling pretty sure of yourself tonight, aren't you?

Stacey: Yeah, well, I guess I'm just taking up where Cass left off.

Derek: It's a damn good thing you're prettier than he is.

Stacey: Thanks.

Derek: You're welcome. So, how late is Courtney working?

Stacey: Well, she's on a case. There was a theft at Michael Hudsonís.

Derek: Was my name mentioned?

Stacey: You?

Derek: Well, I'm always Courtneyís first suspect in that kind of stuff.

Stacey: Well, it doesn't help to be so paranoid.

Derek: You would be, too.

Stacey: You know, Derek, my friend, the whole world is not out to get you.

Derek: Isnít it?

Stacey: No. And the sooner you learn to put your past behind you, the rest of the world's going to do the same thing.

Derek: You really believe that?

Stacey: Yeah, I do.

Derek: Then you are a lot more naive than you look, Stacey.

Donna: Where have you been?

Michael: Hello, Courtney.

Courtney: Mr. Hudson.

Donna: Michael, where have you been?

Michael: I was talking to the building staff and the neighbors to see if anyone saw anything unusual.

Donna: Neighbors? What neighbors? Iris, by any chance?

Michael: Yes, as a matter of fact, I did talk to Iris and anyone else who happened to be at home, but no one saw anything out of the ordinary.

Courtney: Ok. I was just telling your wife that I'll have someone from the lab come over to dust for fingerprints, fibers, etc., so try not to touch anything.

Michael: Right.

Donna: No problem there.

Courtney: Mr. Hudson, your wife said the last time she saw the vase was late yesterday. Do you agree?

Michael: As far as I can remember. Donna was the one who noticed it was missing.

Courtney: Ok. Also, she gave me a list of everyone that was in and out of here in the last 24 hours -- your maid Angela, right?

Michael: Well, I've always found her to be completely trustworthy.

Courtney: Ok. Uh -- your daughter Victoria and her husband.

Michael: Right.

Courtney: Ok.

Michael: And I think that was it, wasn't it, Donna?

Donna: Yes, mm-hmm.

Courtney: Great. Ok. I will call you tomorrow if anything should turn up.

Donna: Thank you. Oh, wait a minute -- wait, wait, wait. There was somebody here -- that man from Frame Construction came over.

Michael: What man?

Donna: That, that -- the big one, you know, the one with the -- the T-shirts.

Courtney: Derek?

Donna: Derek -- that's his name, yes.

Courtney: Why was he here?

Donna: He had to pick up some blueprints or something. That's what he said.

Michael: No, well, that's true. Actually, they had to pick up the blueprints for the hospice and I told John to send someone over to pick them up.

Courtney: And he sent Derek?

Michael: Yeah.

Donna: Do you know anything about it?

Courtney: I'm going to know more before this day is over.

Vivien: There you go, Mr. Lucas.

Lucas: Thank you. Where's Iris?

Vivien: Did you know that when I was working for Mrs. Wheeler in London, we used to have tea every day at 3:00, just like royalty?

Lucas: Did Mrs. Wheeler wear her crown?

Vivien: We had smoked trout, little sandwiches, scones -- the whole bit, and let me tell you, I never cut so many crusts off in my whole life.

Lucas: Vivien?

Vivien: Huh?

Lucas: Did Iris tell you to keep me company?

Vivien: No.

Lucas: Well, could you go get her for me?

Vivien: Sure. Would you like some shortbread? I made it myself.

Lucas: Just Iris.

Vivien: Mrs. Wheeler, come on in!

Iris: There is no need to yell, Vivien.

Vivien: You better watch yourself with him. He's no dumb bunny.

Iris: Thanks.

Vivien: I'm just doing my job. If you need me, I'm in there larding something.

Iris: Right. Sorry to keep you waiting.

Lucas: Where have you been, Iris?

Iris: I was just speaking to our new art director, the one we've hired for "Sophisticate." You know, I'm not absolutely sure he's the right --

Lucas: Tell me about Michael.

Iris: What? What about Michael?

Lucas: What's the big secret, Iris?

Iris: There is no big secret. Why are you so curious?

Lucas: He knew me. That was all an act.

Iris: Michael is the most honorable man I have ever met, except for my father.

Lucas: What do you know about his business?

Iris: It's legitimate, if that's what you're asking.

Lucas: It is?

Iris: I see. Weren't you supposed to know everything about everyone?

Lucas: Are you in love with him?

Iris: You donít waste much time, do you?

Lucas: You did have a past with him.

Iris: Yes, that's exactly what I had -- a past.

Lucas: Were you in love with him once?

Iris: I donít want to discuss my personal life with you. Besides, I think we've got some business to attend to, haven't we?

Lucas: Iris, I am so tired of business. I'd much rather talk about you.

Amanda: You really think we could be in trouble, donít you?

Evan: Well, I wouldnít be earning my money if I misled you.

Amanda: But that board was devoted to my father.

Evan: That's exactly why they're nervous, Amanda. He was the company. There will --

Amanda: You said that I could --

Evan: They're just not sure if you and your mother can handle it.

Amanda: You said we could handle anything.

Evan: I said I believed in you, but I'm not so sure the board does.

Amanda: Why?

Evan: Have you ever been to a board meeting before?

Amanda: Yeah, a year ago. My father had them eating out of his hand.

Evan: That's because he was the best and they're going to be looking for somebody who is just as good as he was.

Amanda: We have you to help us.

Evan: Mac didnít need any help.

Amanda: So what are we supposed to do?

Evan: The way the board sees it, your mother is still dealing with losing your father -- rightly so, and so are you, but also you're young and you're inexperienced. Iris is going to look good to them.

Amanda: They canít possibly think that she's more capable than my mother.

Evan: Whether she's capable or not, Amanda, isnít the point. I've seen that woman walk into a boardroom full of corporate investors and in a few minutes, just have them wrapped right around her little finger. They would've married her if that's what she wanted.

Amanda: All right, so what is the point?

Evan: That a meeting can change like that. I mean, one minute, they're laughing and smiling and everything's fine, and the next -- wham! -- You've got four warring factions.

Amanda: All right, so we're just going to have to be prepared when we walk through that door. It's as simple as that.

Evan: Well, yes, your mother has some experience and so do I, but you --

Amanda: I'm the weak link, right?

Evan: Well, I just want you to be as prepared as you can possibly be.

Amanda: And rushing home to give my daughter a bath doesn't exactly sit well with corporate structure, does it?

Evan: I just want you to be ready, Amanda. That's all I'm asking, because the last thing we can afford to be is naive. Iris isnít. And believe me, she'll make the most of your inexperience.

Amanda: Well, thank you for the warning. I'll try not to let you down.

Evan: It's the wrong kind of attitude, Amanda.

Stacey: So you think that I'm naive?

[Knock on door]

Derek: I'm going to get out of here.

Stacey: No, stay right where you are.

Derek: I donít think you want me around when you start counseling your client.

Stacey: I am not finished with this discussion!

Derek: I am.

Jamie: Hi. Nice to see you again, Derek.

Derek: Yeah.

Stacey: Ugh.

Jamie: Stacey.

Stacey: Hmm?

Jamie: Are you involved with this guy?

Stacey: With him? He's impossible.

Jamie: Just as I thought, you are involved.

Stacey: This is the separation agreement?

Jamie: Yeah. There's a lot of legal mumbo jumbo there to sort out.

Stacey: Can I keep it overnight, figure it out?

Jamie: I'm in no hurry.

Stacey: So you still haven't made up your mind?

Jamie: Yeah, it's worse than before. I dread going home.

Vicky: Oh, that's just great.

Stacey: It's that bad, huh?

Jamie: Yeah, well, Vicky keeps trying, but I keep pulling away.

Stacey: Why?

Jamie: Well, I canít force myself to feel something that isnít there.

Stacey: Well, I think what you need is some space.

Vicky: Oh, you would.

Jamie: Do you mean move -- move out?

Stacey: Well, yeah. It might make your decision a lot easier.

Jamie: The other attorney I talked to, Stacey said that if I move out it might make my chances of getting Steven more difficult.

Vicky: Steven?

Stacey: You really are hurting, aren't you?

Jamie: I feel trapped in my own home.

Stacey: I'm here if you need me.

Vicky: How can you feel trapped? You're never even home, Jamie!

Jamie: Vicky --

Vicky: Is this your critical patient? You forgot to tell me that your visit would be a house call.

Jamie: What are you doing here?

Vicky: Isnít that my question?

Jamie: And how did you know I was here?

Vicky: Woman's intuition.

Stacey: Vicky, look, we were just going over some business --

Vicky: Oh, I know -- you told him to move out. Are you a marriage counselor now, counselor?

Jamie: You were eavesdropping, too?

Vicky: I used to live here. Did you know that?

Stacey: Yeah.

Vicky: Does it turn you on being here with another woman? Is that what gets you off now, Jamie?

Jamie: That's enough.

Vicky: You came over here to be with another woman!

Jamie: I said that's enough!

Amanda: Jamie! What is going on here?

Vicky: What's going on is that I found your brother with his lawyer.

Amanda: What is she talking about?

Vicky: Did you come back here just to steal my husband away from me?

Stacey: What, are you out of your mind?

Vicky: You stay away from him. Do you hear me?

Jamie: Vicky.

Vicky: How could you do this to me? Lie to me so you could be with her?

Amanda: Jamie, I had no idea what you're dealing with. She is a lunatic!

Vicky: Oh, you've been such a loyal friend, haven't you?

Amanda: You screwed up your own life. Donít go blaming it on me.

Vicky: Donít play holier-than-thou with me, Amanda. How come every time I see you, you're with this guy? What happened to your husband?

Amanda: You conniving --

Vicky: Conniving what?

Amanda: Of all the ironic --

Jamie: Stop it.

Vicky: You tell me --

Jamie: I said stop it!

Vicky: Hypocritical --

Vicky: You canít stand the sight of me, can you?

Evan: Jamie Ė

Iris: I do not wish to discuss my personal life with anyone.

Lucas: Donít you think we should get to know each other better?

Iris: For what reason?

Lucas: Business, of course.

Iris: My personal life is just that -- personal. I would expect you to understand that seeing that's the way you seem to want to run your life.

Lucas: How about a compromise?

Iris: I'm listening.

Lucas: Let me take you to dinner.

Iris: No, thank you.

Lucas: Why not?

Iris: I donít think you want to know why not.

Lucas: Oh, yes, I do.

Iris: All right, Lucas. Of late, you've been rude, evasive, overbearing, and -- oh, yes -- generally insufferable. Now, I donít know about you, but those are not the qualities I look for in a dinner companion.

Lucas: What you're saying is that you canít handle me.

Iris: No, that's not what I'm saying, so donít flatter yourself.

Lucas: Oh, come on. I wonít put up with your standard tricks and that annoys the hell out of you.

Iris: It does not annoy the hell out of me.

Lucas: You've been walking all over men since you learned to toddle, but you canít do it to me, can you?

Vivien: Mrs. Wheeler?

Iris: Yes?

Vivien: You know that Yorkshire pudding I was cooking?

Iris: Yes.

Vivien: Well, it kind of fell.

Iris: It's supposed to.

Vivien: On the floor, I mean.

Iris: Well, then, Vivien, you'll have to pick it up and we'll order out.

Vivien: Could we have Thai food?

Lucas: Why donít you go out and have a nice evening on me?

Vivien: I couldn't!

Lucas: Of course you could. When was the last night you had off?

Vivien: Well, there was that Thursday in 1982, or was it 1984?

Iris: Oh, Vivien, for goodness sake. Then go out and put this date in your diary, too. Maybe you could prepare a salad if that's not too much trouble?

Lucas: That wonít be necessary. I'm cooking dinner for Mrs. Wheeler tonight.

Iris: I beg your pardon?

Lucas: Kitchen stocked, Viv?

Vivien: Totally. There is always something for unexpected guests -- dropped puddings, hmm?

Lucas: What do you say, Iris?

Iris: Well, you know, the idea of seeing you in the kitchen does intrigue me.

Vivien: Great! I'll clean up the floor.

Iris: So, what is for dinner?

Lucas: Hmm.

Rachel: Excuse me.

Man: May I help you?

Rachel: I'm sorry.

Man: Oh. That's all right.

Rachel: Were you at Bay City general yesterday?

Man: Yes, I was.

Rachel: I almost went up to you then, but you got on the elevator.

Man: You're Rachel Cory.

Rachel: Yes.

Man: I was on the board of the Bay City symphony.

Rachel: With Mac.

Man: Yes. I'm sorry for your loss.

Rachel: Thank you.

Man: Well, I can see that you're having a hard time.

Rachel: I'm sorry to have bothered you. It was just --

Man: No, no, please.

Rachel: Your hair for a minute --

Man: Please. Look, I do understand, really. I lost my wife eight years ago. That's when I resigned from the symphony board. I lost interest in a lot of things then.

Rachel: I know the feeling.

Man: But it will pass.

Rachel: Will it?

Man: Yes. Yes, it will. Quite soon, you'll start to focus on the things that you -- you still have and not on the things you've lost.

Rachel: The things that I still have seem to have lost a lot of resonance with --

Man: Well, I mean, children mainly.

Rachel: What is your name?

Man: Joseph Carter.

Rachel: Well, Mr. Carter, you've been very kind.

Joseph: No, please -- Joseph.

Rachel: Ok.

Joseph: I hope that perhaps you'll take heart and maybe a little comfort from what I've said?

Rachel: Thank you. You're right -- my family means everything to me. They are what I have left of Mac.

Joseph: Yes.

Rachel: Thank you.

Stacey: Oh, I feel like this whole thing is my fault.

Amanda: Vicky is just out of control. I canít believe the way she's acting.

Stacey: Well, she and Jamie are under a lot of pressure.

Amanda: I wouldnít make excuses for her. Jamie, I think you should take your son and leave that house tonight.

Jamie: Stop it.

Amanda: Jamie, I'm serious. You donít know what she's going to do.

Jamie: No, I said stop it, Amanda. I donít need this right now.

Amanda: All right, I'm sorry. I just want to see you happy.

Jamie: I just want to see Steven happy, and I donít care what it takes.

Evan: Listen, are you ok?

Vicky: Do I look ok?

Evan: No.

Vicky: Everything I do pushes him further and further away from me.

Evan: Hey, hey, hey, donít be so hard on yourself.

Vicky: Why not?

Evan: Well, listen, you thought your husband was seeing another woman and you were wrong, but you have every right to know.

Vicky: I looked like such a fool.

Evan: No, you didnít. You looked -- you looked angry.

Vicky: I've seen him look at me like he doesn't know me before, but this was different. He was embarrassed.

Evan: Listen, you'll talk. Everything will be ok.

Vicky: Why are you doing this?

Evan: Because I felt sorry for you.

Vicky: I feel sorry for me, too. Thanks.

Evan: Forget it. It's ok.

Jamie: It's time to go home, Vicky.

Amanda: How could you take her side?

Evan: I'm not taking sides. She just needed someone.

Amanda: I donít care what she needs. She's ruined my brother's life. Sometimes I do not understand you at all.

Evan: Amanda?

Courtney: Thank you. I will be in touch.

Michael: All righty. Thank you.

Donna: Now, you're going to make sure and follow up every single lead, aren't you?

Courtney: Yes, I will.

Donna: Now, if you need my help with a sting, you'll let me know.

Courtney: I donít think that's necessary, but thank you anyway.

Michael: Courtney, something that I donít understand -- tell you the truth, I donít see how Derek could have stolen that vase.

Donna: Well, he could have.

Michael: No, I -- he was only here, from what you say, a minute alone in this room, and John does not hire criminals.

Courtney: Well, I'll check it out, ok? Have a good night. Thank you.

Donna: Oh, God. Oh. A burglary on top of everything else. I just canít believe it.

Michael: Tired?

Donna: Yes. And why shouldnít I be? My sister's in a mental hospital, my daughters aren't speaking to one another. And you --

Michael: Me --

Donna: Everything is completely out of control.

Michael: Well, Donna, you know what they say -- when things get tough, you just have to go with the flow and hold on.

Donna: Well, it would be nice to have someone to hold on to. But since that's not there anymore, I'm going to go upstairs and see my son.

Evan: Amanda, I am not condoning what Vickyís done.

Amanda: What would you call it?

Evan: I just know what it's like to be on the outside looking in.

Amanda: There's no excuse.

Evan: Oh, come on, Amanda. She's never been really accepted by anybody.

Amanda: That is a crock. My family took her in, no questions asked. I considered her one of my closest friends.

Evan: Well, then you must have based that friendship on something.

Amanda: Yeah -- a lot of lies that she told me.

Evan: Oh, no, that's a crock, Amanda. You're a better judge of character than that.

Amanda: She married my brother knowing that she may be carrying Jake McKinnon's child. How could she look at him? How could she lie next to him and tell him that she loved him?

Evan: Amanda, that -- that can only be answered by Vicky.

Amanda: Well, I couldn't do that. I couldn't have a marriage if I had feelings for somebody else.

Evan: Is that really so hard to imagine, Amanda?

Stacey: You're back?

Derek: Yeah, you mind -- you mind? Good. I was taking a walk in the park across the street and I saw Jamie leave with his wife.

[Stacey gasps]

Stacey: You wouldnít believe what just happened.

Derek: What?

Stacey: Vicky comes storming in here and she's convinced that there's something going on between Jamie and me. I mean, she was out of control.

Derek: Well, that's understandable.

Stacey: What do you mean?

Derek: Well, if her husband sneaks off every night to come here and see you, it's no wonder that she's jealous.

Stacey: We're friends.

Derek: Jealous people donít know that.

Stacey: Well, what do you mean?

Derek: What you said before, you know -- well, it's true.

Stacey: You're --

Derek: Yeah, yeah. I'm jealous.

Stacey: You are?

Derek: Yeah.

[Door opens]

Stacey: Courtney.

Courtney: Hi. Ooh, looks like this is my lucky day.

Stacey: Why? What's up?

Courtney: Derek is just the man I wanted to see.

Stacey: Why?

Courtney: Derek was at the Hudsonís' this morning and I'd like him to tell me about it.

Singer: Sit there and count your fingers what can you do? Old girl, you're through sit there

Lucas: Almost done.

Singer: And count your

Iris: Why canít I watch?

Singer: Fingers

Lucas: Because you distract me and we'll never eat.

Iris: Oh. Is that so?

Lucas: How's the wine?

Iris: Delectable. Well, what are you cooking? It smells delicious.

Lucas: You'll find out.

Iris: Always the mystery man. How long have you been puttering around in kitchens?

Lucas: Well, I wanted to eat well, so I had to learn to cook.

Iris: Nonsense. All you have to do is find a cook who can cook.

Lucas: I didnít inherit my money, Iris. I worked very hard for it.

Iris: So did I.

Lucas: That was your first mistake.

Iris: And what was that?

Lucas: Working so hard to get your father's approval. And now that he's gone, you wonít get what you lived for.

Iris: You donít know what you're talking about.

Lucas: Oh, yes, I do.

Iris: I didnít think this dinner was a very good --

Lucas: And that's another reason why you've never found a man.

Iris: I have had lots of men.

Lucas: Just an excuse. Measuring them up to see if they stood up to the sainted Mac Cory.

Iris: Yes, and none of them ever did stand up to Mac Cory.

Singer: Your hope is getting slender

Iris: Including you.

Singer: Why wonít somebody send a tender blue boy?

Vicky: You haven't said a word.

Jamie: Nothing to say.

Vicky: Let me explain.

Jamie: Donít bother.

Vicky: What are you doing?

Jamie: I think it's pretty obvious.

Vicky: Jamie --

Jamie: We're leaving.

Vicky: You -- you cannot do this to me. You canít take my son away from me.

Jamie: Watch me.

Vicky: Jamie! No! God, no!

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