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Another World Transcript Friday 8/12/05

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Vicky: Hmm. Hmm.

[Rock music plays]

Evan: That's funny. You sure you know where you're going?

Vicky: Oh, who cares?

Evan: That's true. Vicky, are you sure you know how to handle this thing?

Vicky: Yeah. You know, I think I'm going to be in the Kentucky derby next year.

Evan: Vicky, that's for horses.

Vicky: Maybe I'll even let you be in one of the races, you know that? This is an autoerotic experience, if you know what I mean.

Evan: Yeah, well, I'm looking forward to that, but in the meantime, why donít you slow down because this turn up here looks really --

Vicky: Would you chill out?

Evan: Vicky, I've got a bad feeling about this, I'm serious.

Vicky: Hang on, sweetheart!

Singer: Canít catch me

[Car speeds up]

Vicky: There. Whoo!

Singer: Canít catch me

Iris: Are you still in love with Felicia?

Lucas: Iris, do you want to go home?

Iris: I asked you a question.

Lucas: I thought we weren't going to talk about her anymore.

Iris: No, that's what you said. I think I deserve an answer.

Lucas: This is neither the time nor the place to discuss this.

Iris: You chose the place -- Feliciaís restaurant. Now I get to pick the time.

Lucas: Iris, I do not react well to being put on the spot.

Iris: I made myself available to you. If you were just having a good time, I think I've got a right to know about it.

Lucas: Feliciaís married!

Iris: That doesn't answer the question, and you know it.

Lucas: Why donít I just take you home, ok?

Iris: Do you still love Felicia? Yes or no?

Stacey: Shh. It's going to be all right, Derek. Cass and I are working on getting you out of here. First thing in the morning, we're going to go down and appeal the bail ruling.

Derek: No.

Stacey: Yes. And the fact that the guards beat you up -- it's going to help.

Derek: You're not still counting on the law, are you?

Stacey: What?

Derek: The law wonít help me.

Stacey: Yes, it will.

Derek: The only way is for me to get out of here and find the guy who really stole that stuff, find him myself.

Stacey: No. We're going to find a sympathetic judge.

Derek: No, it doesn't matter how I get out of here. I just got to get out, and I will. I will.

Stacey: Just be still, ok?

Derek: No. I have to do it. I have to get out of here. I have to go --

Stacey: Derek, donít say those things.

Derek: Oh. Ugh -- forget it. Ah --

Stacey: Do you hear me?

Derek: I'm talking crazy.

Stacey: Yeah. You're in a lot of pain.

Derek: No, it's this cage.

Stacey: Derek, you canít get out that way.

Derek: I told you, forget I said anything, ok?

Stacey: You canít escape. Not by yourself. You need my help.

Evan: Listen, why donít you slow down? That turn there looks really sharp.

Vicky: Would you chill out, Evan?

Evan: I think I got a bad feeling --

Vicky: Hang on, sweetheart!

[Tires screech]


Evan: Well, we're in the woods.

Vicky: No kidding.

Evan: Ah -- lots of trees. Not much of a view.

Vicky: You want to know what my view is?

Evan: Oh, I'm sorry. Ah. Ooh. Ah. Whew. Come on. Let me help you out.

Vicky: All right, just wait a minute. My blouse is caught -- what, I said wait!

Evan: Wait for what?


Vicky: Until I tell you --

Evan: All right, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!

Vicky: All right. All right, pull.

Evan: Ready?

Vicky: Yeah.

Evan: Ugh!

Vicky: Ugh!


Evan: Come on. I got you.

Vicky: All right.

Evan: Here, let me --

Vicky: Hey!

Evan: It's falling --

Vicky: Hey! No!

Evan: Well, you told me to pull.

Vicky: Well, it just so happened that my blouse was caught on the gearshift at the time.

Evan: All right, all right. Are you ok?

Vicky: Yeah. You ok?

Evan: Yeah, I'm fine. All right, let's get one thing straight before we go any further here.

Vicky: What?

Evan: This is all your fault. I told you to slow down before you got to the curve.

Vicky: I didnít force you to get in the car with me. Now, how are you going to get me out of this mess?

Derek: You're talking crazy.

Stacey: I mean it, Derek. I'll help you. If you really canít take this place anymore, then I'll help you.

Derek: Look, forget I said anything. Go home.

Stacey: I know what you're feeling.

Derek: No, you donít know anything.

Stacey: Derek, I was there when we were stuck in the elevator. I saw what it did to you.

Derek: No, just get out of here. Leave me alone.

Stacey: I'm not leaving until Jamie gets here. I want to make sure you're ok.

Man: Like I said, his cell's down this way. His lawyer demanded we call you --

Stacey: Jamie, I'm so glad you came.

Jamie: Open this door. What happened?

Stacey: They beat him up. He's really hurt.

Jamie: Derek? How are you feeling?

Derek: I'm ok.

Man: You hear that? He's ok.

Jamie: Sit down, please. Sit down. Come on. Take it easy.

Stacey: Let's let the doctor decide that. What the hell kind of place are you running here?

Man: Donít start this bleeding-heart liberal stuff.

Stacey: My client in there is in a lot of pain because of injuries inflicted by your guards.

Warden: Look, lady --

Stacey: That means you're personally responsible.

Warden: Lady, I called the doctor, right?

Stacey: Since when are you allowed to have your guards beat up prisoners? Did they rewrite the laws? Or maybe you think you can write your own now?

Warden: Counselor, he's got some bruises and scratches, sure --

Stacey: "Bruises and scratches"?

Warden: But the report I sent -- he's got a violent temper. He took on two cops when they arrested him.

Stacey: I saw him after he was arrested, and he was fine.

Warden: Maybe this happened later.

Stacey: The admissions report said that he was in perfectly good health when he came in here, so donít try to lay this one on the police.

Warden: If you'll just let me finish.

Stacey: Go ahead.

Warden: The report I read said the guy's got a violent temper, and he got into a fight with several other inmates.

Stacey: Ok, then name them.

Warden: What?

Stacey: Name the inmates.

Warden: No prisoner's going to admit he was involved.

Stacey: And I donít suppose it says in your report anything about your guards beating my client unconscious, either?

Warden: Look, I just told you what the report --

Jamie: Excuse me, warden. I need some x-rays --

Stacey: Sorry.

Jamie: And I want to run some other tests. Ok?

Warden: Fine. We'll take him down to the infirmary.

Stacey: No way. I want him at Bay City general.

Warden: We donít make the rules, counselor.

Stacey: Can they take x-rays at the infirmary? What if he has internal bleeding? Can they take care of that at the infirmary?

Warden: I'm not going to pay my man overtime to escort your prisoner over to the hospital.

Stacey: The second reason I donít want him at the infirmary is I donít want your guards in charge of the safety of my client.

Warden: What?

Stacey: Who knows what kind of "accident" you could arrange down there?

Warden: That was a cheap shot, counselor.

Stacey: Warden, I saw what happened to him under your care. And as far as I'm concerned, that's grounds for a civil lawsuit -- naming you.

Warden: Right.

Stacey: If he doesn't get into the hospital, that's exactly what you're facing.

Warden: Now, look, lady, I --

Stacey: And I'm going to the press. I have a lot of friends that would love to do a number on the conditions in this prison. You want to see your face on the 10:00 news? Better yet, do you want the mayor to see your face on the 10:00 news?

Warden: You never let up, do you?

Stacey: Nope.

Warden: You want him in the hospital?

Jamie: It would be much more convenient for me, not to mention it's safer.

Warden: Fine, we'll transfer him over to Bay City general.

Stacey: Thank you.

Warden: Under guard.

Stacey: Fine.

Warden: Which means he's still a prisoner.

Stacey: Understood.

Warden: I'll get the transfer slip.

Stacey: Jamie, how is he?

Jamie: Well, there may be some internal injuries. I canít tell until I run some tests.

Stacey: Thanks for backing me up on this one.

Jamie: You really gave it to that guy, didnít you?

Stacey: He deserved it.

Jamie: You obviously care a great deal about Derek.

Stacey: Yeah, I do. Excuse me.

Jamie: Yeah.

Stacey: Hi. They're taking you down to the hospital for a checkup.

Derek: Why are you still here? I told you to leave.

Stacey: I donít always do what I'm told. Besides, I wanted to make sure that you were ok.

Derek: I'm ok. Go home.

Stacey: Sorry, but I'm going with you.

Felicia: I'm sorry. I just wanted to let you know that I have the time now if you want.

Lucas: Thank you. Thanks.

Felicia: Sorry, Iris. I didnít know the two of you were out on the balcony, so I'll be inside if you want to talk.

Iris: Talk about what?

Lucas: That's enough, Iris.

Cass: Good, there you are. I need to talk to you.

Felicia: Hi, honey.

Cass: Hello, Iris, Lucas.

Iris: Hello, Cass.

Lucas: Hi, Cass.

Cass: Sorry to interrupt. When you get a minute, ok?

Felicia: No. I think now is perfect. In fact, I'm sure of it. Lucas.

Lucas: What did you say to her?

Iris: Me?

Lucas: Yes. I -- I met her coming out of the -- from the phone and she was upset. She's still upset.

Iris: And I'm to blame, of course.

Lucas: Did you talk to her about me?

Iris: Now you want some answers?

Lucas: Listen, Iris, I donít like you trying to run my life.

Iris: Oh, you're very fluent about what you donít like. What about what I donít like? I certainly donít like your arrogance.

Lucas: That's enough!

Iris: Yeah, you bet it's enough. You're damn right.

Lucas: Where are you going?

Iris: I'm going to the ladies' room. At least I donít have to sit and watch you looking at her there.

Cass: Now, donít worry. We're going to get him out on bail as soon as possible.

Felicia: Oh, Cass, this poor kid. I know he hates being locked up.

Cass: I just wanted you to hear it from me before you read it in the newspapers.

Felicia: Thanks. Is there anything that I can do?

Cass: Oh, we'll probably have him out before you could. There's this thing called the constitution, you know.

Felicia: Yeah, thank God.

Cass: So what was going on out there on the balcony between you and Iris?

Felicia: Oh. Iris seems to have some notions about Lucas and me.

Cass: Oh, yeah?

Felicia: Yeah. She actually told me to keep my hands off of him.

Cass: Off of Lucas?

Felicia: Yes. I'm telling you, I think she's going off the deep end, I really do. I mean, Lucas and I are friends now. I mean, he knows it and so do I.

Cass: Well, you do anyway.

Felicia: What?

Cass: So, that's all that happened with Iris?

Felicia: I know what you're thinking -- I usually shrug this sort of thing off. I just sort of chalk it up to Iris' sweet disposition.

[Cass chuckles]

Cass: So why couldn't you this time?

Felicia: Mitch.

Cass: Loneliness is getting to you.

Felicia: I keep telling myself that everything was ok when he left.

Cass: But you're not sure.

Felicia: Right. Right. And the worst part of it -- he's going to be gone for, I donít know, weeks maybe, so we canít fix it up until he gets back.

Cass: Yes, you can, and I know how.

Evan: All right, young lady, what do you expect me to do?

Vicky: Push.

Evan: Oh, I see, and while I'm pushing, what are you going to be doing?

Vicky: Steering, of course.

Evan: No, no, no, no, no.

Vicky: Well, what else would you want me to do?

Evan: Look, you got us off that road. You're going to help us get back on.

Vicky: Me?

Evan: No, Vicky, the girl standing behind you.

Vicky: Fine! Where? There -- there?

Evan: Yes. Now, follow me. Now, we get this car pushed upright, we can probably get it back on the road.

Vicky: Sure.

Evan: Now, watch your step.

Vicky: All right. Oh! It's all muddy.

Evan: You know, that's a clever observation.

Vicky: Well, Evan, I'm going to ruin my shoes.

Evan: Take your damn shoes off and get over here and help me.

Vicky: Oh, fine.

Evan: Stand over here --

Vicky: Yeah?

Evan: And push on the count of three.

Vicky: Oh! Oh!

Evan: Come on. Ready?

Vicky: Yeah.

Evan: Here we go -- one --

Vicky: Oh!

Evan: Two -- three. Push!

[Vicky yells]

Vicky: Oh, God!

Evan: Vicky --

Vicky: Oh!

Evan: Come on. Get up.

Vicky: Oh!

Evan: Give me a hand. Come on, get up.

Vicky: Oh! Oh, Evan!

Evan: Oh, that's very funny.

Vicky: Oh. Well, we weren't getting anywhere anyway.

Evan: That's because you weren't pushing when I was counting.

Vicky: Yes, I was!

Evan: Vicky, if you weren't so worried about breaking your nails --

Vicky: All right, there is a reason that we have not moved.

Evan: Yeah, and I'm looking at her.

Vicky: You were pushing there and I was pushing here.

Evan: Oh, I see. So we're both just supposed to sit here pushing the same spot!

Vicky: Wouldnít that make us twice as strong?

Evan: Yeah, so why donít you put twice as much muscle into it?

Vicky: Are you always this nice to a woman stranded on the roadside?

Evan: Well, yes, when she gets herself in this position because she was driving like a maniac.

Vicky: All right, that's not fair.

Evan: Vicky, get up here right now, put your hands right here, and help me push! Let's go!

Vicky: Well, all right!

Evan: On the count of three.

Vicky: All right.

Evan: You ready?

Vicky: Yes.

Evan: And I want you to push this time.

Vicky: All right! One --

Evan: I'll count.

Vicky: Fine.

Evan: One, two, three. Now, push.

Vicky: Oh, God! Oh, God!

[Vicky laughs]

Vicky: Look at your face!

Vicky: Evan!

Vicky: Very cute.

Evan: Ok, now what?

Vicky: Hmm -- call a tow truck.

Evan: Oh, yeah, Vicky. You see a phone around here?

Vicky: Oh, come on. I'm sure there's one around someplace.

Evan: Well, that's what I love about you, Vicky -- you've got an answer for everything.

Vicky: Hey, is everything my fault?

Evan: No.

Vicky: Good.

Evan: Almost everything. Excuse me.

Vicky: Ooh, you think that's funny?

Evan: Yeah, I do.

Vicky: You think -- you do?

Evan: No, it's just that I've never quite seen you this way before. You look great.

Vicky: Oh, sweetheart, you're not going to win any beauty contests, either.

[Evan laughs]

Vicky: Now, come on! How do we get to a phone?

Evan: Well, we walk, obviously. The question is I just donít know which way.

Vicky: All right, help me up. Now, weren't there some -- oh. Weren't there some places back before we turned?

Evan: Oh, I wouldnít know. They went by in such a blur.

Vicky: Hey, comments like that are not going to get us out of here.

Evan: But I did see a nice little motel.

Vicky: Ok. Let's go. Oh, wait, wait, wait, wait. What about my car?

Evan: What do you mean, your car?

Vicky: Well, are we just going to leave it here like this?

Evan: Well, Vicky, if we canít drive it, who can? The bears aren't going to come out of the woods and take it for a joyride.

Vicky: Hey, I'm a little upset! This is my brand-new sports car!

Evan: All right, I'll tell you what we do -- when I get us a ride, I'll have the tow truck come back and get your precious little car.

Vicky: Thank you.

Evan: Now, if you're up to it and you donít mind walking on a gravel road -- because I wouldnít want you to ruin your little shoes --

Vicky: Ooh, baby, they're already ruined. Now they just kind of go "squish, squish, squish."

Evan: Well, remember this -- if you get lost, you're on your own, so try to keep up, will you?

Vicky: Whoo!

[As Evan] "Try and keep up, will you?" "If you get lost, you're on your own." "Will you --"

[Normal voice] Evan! Evan, no!

Cass: Ok -- ok? Ok. You have Mitchís itinerary, ok?

Felicia: Ok.

Cass: So you know exactly where he is, ok?

Felicia: Ok.

Cass: Ok. So you start packing, ok?

Felicia: Oh, honey, that's impossible.

Cass: Why?

Felicia: What do you mean, "why"? This place, for one -- I am the owner, remember? And my talk show and I also have to have my first draft out by the end of the month for my publisher.

Cass: Felicia, come here. Come here. I know you're going to find this very difficult to believe, ok?

Felicia: Oh.

Cass: Bay City will probably survive without you, for a little while anyway, ok?

Felicia: No, not ok. These are commitments.

Cass: I understand that, but Franco and herb hokum have always run Tops well whenever you've been out of town.

Felicia: That's true.

Cass: And you can do reruns of your talk show, the best of "Felicia."

Felicia: The adoption show isnít ready to be aired yet.

Cass: And as far as the romance novel is concerned --

Felicia: Right.

Cass: You want the only romance in your life to come from your writing?

Felicia: That's not --

Cass: Mitch is the most important thing in your life, isnít he?

Felicia: Yes, of course he is.

Cass: And you miss him like crazy, right?

Felicia: Like crazy, but --

Cass: But what?

Felicia: Mitch --

Cass: Mitch what?

Felicia: Well, he has --

Cass: Will you stop making me ask you what? He has what?

Felicia: Look, Mitch and Rachel -- they go back a lot of years together.

Cass: Now, wait a minute. What does Rachel have to do with anything?

Felicia: Well, Rachel is going through a bad thing right now and -- and Mitch is somebody that she can lean on.

Cass: And this is why you canít leave Bay City and go work things out with your husband.

Felicia: Maybe he wouldnít be happy to see me.

Cass: What?

Felicia: He doesn't understand about Lucas and to be perfectly honest, I've been a little miffed about Rachel.

Cass: All the more reason why you two should be alone together.

Felicia: You're right.

Cass: I'm always right.

Felicia: I know.

Cass: Ok?

Felicia: Yeah.

Cass: I am. I've been trying to tell you that. Listen, let's go back, use your office, the telephone. I have an all-night travel --

Lucas: I'm sorry to interrupt you two, but I need to speak to Fanny alone.

Stacey: Derek? That guard outside -- is he one of the ones who beat you up?

Derek: No. Look, forget that. You will never be able to prove a thing.

Stacey: Oh, yes, I will.

Derek: Stacey, I need to talk to Jamie.

Stacey: Ok. There's something I have to do anyway. I'll see you. My client is staying overnight here.

Guard: Says who?

Stacey: Says the doctor, and I donít want any grief about it.

Jamie: No, nothing's broken, Derek, but if the pain continues, I want to run some more tests.

Derek: I'm ok.

Jamie: No, you're not ok. You're in a lot of pain. You might as well admit it.

Derek: Yeah, it hurts.

Jamie: So I'll prescribe something. Donít worry about it.

Derek: How come I have to stay overnight?

Jamie: Because I want to monitor your hematocrits for the next 24 hours.

Derek: My what?

Jamie: It checks for internal bleeding.

Derek: Oh. Right. Can I talk to you about something?

Jamie: Sure. You got some more pain someplace else?

Derek: No, it's not about me, it's about Stacey.

Jamie: What about her?

Derek: Oh -- Stacey -- she's kind of upset.

Jamie: Yeah. I could tell.

Derek: Are lawyers supposed to do all this stuff she's doing for me?

Jamie: I donít know.

Derek: Well, I want you to help me out. I want you to get her out of here.

Jamie: Now, wait a minute, Derek. Why should I get rid of Stacey?

Derek: Because she's in too deep.

Jamie: In too deep? How is she in too deep?

Derek: She doesn't know what she's doing.

Jamie: What are you talking about? She's the best lawyer you could possibly have.

Derek: I mean, things aren't right, not for her.

Jamie: I'm not sure if I know what you're talking about.

Derek: I donít want to get her in trouble.

Jamie: What kind of trouble?

Derek: Look, man, now, you know we're not just -- you know she's not just my lawyer, right?

Jamie: I know you've been seeing each other, yes.

Derek: Well, see, we've gotten close and I -- my life is always going to be like this, and I can take it but not with her watching.

Jamie: Derek, are you trying to get rid of her as a lawyer or as a girlfriend?

Derek: See, she canít be either one -- that's what I'm trying to tell you. It's not going to work.

Jamie: This is something you should discuss with Stacey, not with me.

Derek: Man, no, she wouldnít listen because she's -- she's out -- like, right now, man. She's out there trying to help me with the cops and she's yelling at wardens and screaming at judges.

Jamie: Oh, yeah, and you donít want that?

Derek: Why should she have to put everything on the line for me? This morning in the court, judge calls me a vagrant, and I am.

Jamie: Derek, I still donít see what this has to do with me.

Derek: Hey, you're her friend, right? I mean, you were even engaged to her at one time, huh?

Jamie: Yeah.

Derek: She'd listen to you.

Jamie: And what am I supposed to tell her?

Derek: You're supposed to tell her to drop me as a client.

Jamie: Derek, you need a lawyer.

Derek: Hey, the court will give me a new one.

Jamie: Discuss this with Stacey and leave me out of it, all right?

Derek: Hey, man, she still cares for you -- I know it. And she'd listen. And I bet you could give her lots of good reasons to stay away from a guy like me.

Jamie: What the hell is that supposed to mean?

Derek: Look, man, I know you donít think I'm the right kind of guy for her. If you could convince her to drop this case, I'd be out of her life.

Jamie: Is that what you really want?

Derek: Yeah. You probably do, too, right?

Jamie: Look, Derek --

Derek: So what do you say, man? You going to help me out?

Stacey: Hi. I'm back. What's the prognosis?

Lucas: You're still here -- good.

Felicia: Ah, well, I wonít be for long.

Lucas: What?

Felicia: Well, Cass and I were about to go to my office and make me reservations.

Cass: Feliciaís going to join Mitch. Isnít that nice?

Lucas: Very.

Felicia: Yeah, he talked some sense into me. I miss him a lot and I'm going to go and be with him.

Lucas: Good for Cass.

Felicia: Yeah.

Lucas: Um -- so you're off, then?

Felicia: Yeah, as soon as possible, but you wanted to talk to me about something.

Cass: Why donít I wait for you at the bar, ok?

Felicia: Oh, great. Thanks, honey, yeah.

Cass: No problem.

Felicia: Sit down.

Lucas: Well, I -- I think it's a terrific idea that you're going to see Mitch.

Felicia: Well, I've been really miserable without him.

Lucas: I know how that feels.

Felicia: I'll -- I'll have to call him, of course, I mean, to make sure it's ok.

Lucas: Oh, I have a feeling it will be.

Iris: Hi, Cass.

Cass: Hi, Iris.

Iris: Lucas doesn't look too happy.

Cass: I guess he didnít know about Feliciaís plans.

Iris: What are Feliciaís plans?

Cass: She's going to visit Mitch.

Iris: She is?

Cass: Mm-hmm.

Iris: Well, how did that come about?

Cass: I told her I thought it was a good idea.

Iris: You know, you are wonderful. You are really wonderful.

Cass: Why, Iris, you're being so nice to me.

Iris: Positive reinforcement, darling. For once, you've done something right.

Lucas: I'm going to miss you, very much. I just wanted you to know that.

Felicia: Thank you.

Lucas: I mean, I have a lot of friends in Bay City now, but I only really trust you. You're my only real friend.

Felicia: Luke, come on. You'll -- you'll meet some other people and -- and Mitch and I will be back in a week or two.

Lucas: Yeah. You'll keep in touch, right?

Felicia: Um -- I donít know.

Lucas: Well, just in case we hear from, you know, our daughter.

Felicia: Yes. Oh, yes, of course I will. Our daughter. It's really too bad that we were never given a chance to give her a real name.

Lucas: Yeah. You know, I know it looks bleak now, but that could change anytime.

Felicia: I know. Ok. I'll call every day.

Lucas: Terrific.

Felicia: Ok.

Lucas: Well, I guess we better be going.

Felicia: Oh, yeah. I've got to talk to Herb --

Cass: Good.

Felicia: About running this place.

Cass: Right.

Felicia: Excuse me. Luke, bye.

Iris: Felicia? Do have a wonderful time.

Felicia: Oh, Iris -- gee, thanks.

Iris: Oh, but just remember one thing -- Mitchís work is very important, so donít you keep him up too late.

Felicia: I'll try. Excuse me.

Lucas: Felicia never mentioned going to see Mitch until you arrived tonight.

Cass: I suggested it.

Lucas: So she says.

Cass: Do you have a problem with that?

Lucas: Not at all. Feliciaís my friend, too. I want the best for her just like you do.

Cass: Good.

Lucas: Well, I'd better not keep the lady waiting, huh?

Cass: Lady? Oh, you mean Iris.

Lucas: You know, I -- I almost forgot to apologize for taking Frankie away from you.

Cass: Oh, hey, she wasn't really very happy working for me anyway.

Lucas: Yeah.

Cass: Live and let live.

Lucas: Strange, though, isnít it?

Cass: What is?

Lucas: Frankie decided to quit being your P.I. on the very day that I needed an assistant. Coincidence, I guess, huh? Good night.

Cass: Good night.

Vicky: Oh, my God.

Evan: Yeah, Tom, this is the lap of luxury.

Vicky: Oh.

Tom: Just like I said, you're very lucky.

Vicky: Oh, yeah! You wouldnít believe the luck we're having today.

Evan: You sure there's no phones around here? I can make one of them credit card calls --

Tom: What's the matter -- you donít believe me? Like I said, this afternoon, a semi missed the turn about a mile away and tore down a whole string of poles. Here -- you want to listen to some dead air?

Evan: No, no, that's ok.

Vicky: Hey, we believe you.

Tom: You could always try and hitch a ride over to Pierceville. That's 16 miles west. Their phones are working.

Vicky: No, God. I canít walk another step.

Evan: Tom, I think it's a little -- a little late to be hitch-hiking to Pierceville, so we -- we would like to stay here.

Tom: Do you want the room?

Vicky: Yeah. Is this all you have?

Tom: Yes, and you're very lucky because this is one of the best rooms we have.

Vicky: Ooh.

Evan: Is that so?

Tom: Yes, and it goes for 35.

Vicky: We'll take it.

Tom: I like my money in advance.

Vicky: Oh -- fine.

Evan: Ok, it's no problem. Let me get my wallet.

Vicky: Oh -- oh.

Evan: You know, I left my wallet in my coat.

Tom: Well, where's your coat?

Evan: I left it in the car.

Vicky: With my purse.

Tom: Ok. Well, you canít have the room.

Vicky: Wait a minute! Wait!

Evan: No, wait, wait, wait. There's something we can work out here, Tom.

Vicky: Yeah.

Tom: I said I like my money upfront.

Vicky: You take plastic, right?

Tom: Sure do.

Vicky: Well, sweetheart, what's that you're always telling me about "you donít necessarily need the card when you have memorized your card number," right?

Evan: Oh, right -- yeah, I just happened to have my credit card number memorized.

Tom: You've got your credit card number memorized?

Evan: Well, Tom, I only got one.

Tom: Oh, I donít know --

Vicky: Oh, come on.

Evan: Let me just write it down and I'll sign it, ok? It's 572-697-333 --

Vicky: Oh.

Evan: 714, expiration date 8/1990. How's that?

Tom: Ok.

Evan: Let me just sign that for you. There you go. I'll tell you what -- I'm going to throw an extra $20 in for service for you.

Tom: I'll do that.

Evan: Thank you.

Tom: Enjoy.

Evan: Take care of yourself.

Vicky: Thanks! Oh.

Evan: Oh. You're really good.

Vicky: You're pretty good yourself.

Evan: Well, there's no way to check the number because the phone lines are down.

Vicky: And people call me an operator.

Evan: Well, there you go.

Vicky: Dude, good job.

Evan: You know what I'm going to do?

Vicky: What?

Evan: I'm going to take a shower.

Vicky: No, you're not! There is one thing -- ladies before gentlemen when it comes to the showers.

Evan: Wait a second, wait a second. I never said I was a gentleman.

Vicky: Evan! Oh! Two can play at that game, buddy! Jerk! You're not getting in before me.

Iris: For you.

Lucas: Thanks.

Iris: What's that?

Lucas: This is a present.

Iris: For me?

Lucas: Of course.

Iris: Oh, God. I didnít expect it. Donít be silly.

Lucas: I know you didnít.

Iris: You know, the men in my life have been so predictable. And you always just keep me off balance.

Lucas: Do I?

Iris: Yes. Just when I think you're losing interest, you're -- they're beautiful.

Lucas: Do you like them?

Iris: They're lovely. Thank you. You going to help me put them on?

Lucas: Sure.

Iris: Get that.

Lucas: There you go.

Iris: Thank you. I wish I had a present for you.

Lucas: That question you asked before -- I hope this answers.

Iris: You know, you can be so charming.

[Lucas chuckles]

Iris: So what do you think? They me?

Lucas: They are now.

Jamie: No, that is definitely my order. I want the patient to stay here at least overnight. I just gave him a sedative, and he's not going anywhere, ok?

Guard: The warden's going to complain about the overtime.

Stacey: That isnít your problem.

Guard: Yeah? I'm the one that's got to listen to him. Look, I'll call him up and we'll just see what he says.

Jamie: Good.

Stacey: Oh, Jamie, thank you so much.

Jamie: It's the least I could do.

Stacey: Well, I know it was late and you'd like to be with Steven.

Jamie: Anytime, pal.

Stacey: Thanks.

Jamie: I just want you to be happy.

Stacey: Oh, I am. Is something wrong?

Jamie: No. No, I -- but I was -- I was wondering --

Stacey: Wondering what?

Jamie: Are you sure you should be getting so involved with Derek?

Stacey: Why do you ask? Did he say something?

Jamie: Yeah, yeah, he -- he wants you to drop his case.

Stacey: Did he say why?

Jamie: No. No, he didnít.

Stacey: Well, he just is afraid of needing somebody, that's all.

Jamie: A little too proud, huh?

Stacey: Right.

Jamie: But you're sure you're doing the right thing? I mean, you two seem so different.

Stacey: Well, I know. But maybe that's why I like him. Do you think it's weird, Derek and I?

Jamie: I donít know, maybe.

Stacey: You know, Jamie, when I was young, I thought I knew everything -- what kind of car I'd have, what kind of friends I'd end up with, what the man I married would be like.

Jamie: It didnít work out, did it?

Stacey: No. Maybe it never does.

Jamie: No. No, it never does.

[Shower runs]

Vicky: Oh, Evan, donít be such a sore loser.

Evan: Would you just go take your shower?

Vicky: Oh, this place is so crazy.

Evan: Why?

Vicky: No soap, only one towel --

Evan: Well, what, you tell me you're wearing my towel?

Vicky: No! Oh, hey! This is my towel, which I will give you when I am dry.

Evan: Well, will you save me some hot water, then?

Vicky: Aha. See? One bar of soap. Do you know this place is really nuts? The washcloth was in the medicine cabinet.

Evan: You're losing your mind. Get in there, take a shower.

Vicky: You will see me when I'm clean.

[Vicky screams]

Vicky: Oh, God!

Evan: What?

Vicky: There's a bug!

Evan: A what?

Vicky: It's big. Evan --

Evan: A bug?

Vicky: It is a really, really big bug. Oh, God.

Evan: Come on, after all we've been through, you're scared of a bug?

Vicky: Please get in there.

Evan: Wait a second, wait a second. Now, I've never backed down from a bug before. Out of my way.

Vicky: Ok, all right, go get him, killer.

Evan: Yeah, bug killer to the rescue.

Vicky: Oh. Ugh.

Evan: Ay, ay, ay, that's the biggest damn bug I've ever seen.

Vicky: I told you it was big!

Evan: No way!

Vicky: Just get back in there --

Evan: No, I'm --

Vicky: And go kill the bug.


Evan: I canít get him.

Vicky: He's big.

Evan: I got him!

Vicky: Oh. Bug dead?

Evan: Yeah, he's dead.

Vicky: Good, I like dead bugs.

Evan: Something else I just noticed.

Vicky: Oh, God, there's another bug. Where is it?

Evan: There's no lock on that door.

Vicky: So?

Evan: So that means when you're in there taking your shower anybody can walk in that room.

Vicky: Oh. Well, I guess they could, if they wanted to.

[Piano plays]

[Felicia hums]

Felicia: Well -- ahem -- I -- I talked to Mitch.

Cass: Yeah?

Felicia: Mm-hmm.

Cass: And he said, "no, stay away, donít come, I never want to see you again." I can tell by the look on your face.

Felicia: He's picking me up at the airport.

Cass: Oh, that's great.

Felicia: Thanks.

Cass: I'm really glad.

Felicia: Thanks. I am, too. Things have been a little hard lately.

Cass: Well, you've had a lot to do.

Felicia: I know. Listen, do me a favor. Go see Derek, explain to him why I canít come and see him, will you?

Cass: I'll take care of that.

Felicia: Thanks.

Cass: And this business with Rachel -- donít get too upset, ok?

Felicia: I know. I keep telling myself every day this is Matthewís mother.

Cass: And she always has been.

Felicia: I know.

Cass: It just never seemed to bother you before.

Felicia: Right. I really hate myself for feeling this way. I know that Rachel needs help right now.

Cass: But you still wish that Mitch wouldnít be the one she leaned on?

Felicia: Right. I know how powerful the past can be.

Iris: Do you know I decided to give you up?

Lucas: What?

Iris: Yeah, when I went to the ladies' room this evening. I looked in the mirror and I could see all this mascara running down my cheeks, and I thought, to hell with it, I donít need this. Anyway, I was going to tell you when we came back here this evening. In fact, I almost walked out on you at Tops.

Lucas: What made you change your mind?

Iris: Oh, these did, of course.

Lucas: Oh.

Iris: So you had them with you all evening?

Lucas: Yes, yes, I did.

Iris: Well, why? Was it such a hideous night?

Lucas: I'm sorry it was a hideous night for you.

Iris: It's all right. I'm just trying to understand. I mean, you had this beautiful gift for me. You didnít want me to go to dinner with you. You wouldnít answer my questions about Felicia.

Lucas: Look, Iris --

Iris: It's all right. I donít want to fight, not anymore.

Lucas: I donít either.

Iris: You know, this is the first present you've ever given me.

Lucas: Yeah, yes, it is.

Iris: They're beautiful. They're just my style. I didnít know you knew me that well.

Lucas: I didnít either.

Iris: You know, you make me so happy sometimes.

Lucas: That's good.

Iris: I'm sorry I made such a fuss about Felicia.

Lucas: It's over.

Iris: You know, I'm so glad I didnít walk out that door tonight. I'm glad I didnít give up on us.

Jamie: All right, the warden gave his approval. He can stay.

Stacey: Oh, terrific. Let's go in and tell him.

Jamie: No, no, no, hold on, hold on. The warden gave very specific instructions -- no visitors.

Stacey: What do you mean?

Jamie: I mean that it's like he's virtually in jail right now. He was very emphatic about that.

Stacey: So I canít see him?

Jamie: Well, not unless you want to get him in trouble.

Stacey: Well, canít you intervene? Go in as a doctor, I mean.

Jamie: What am I supposed to do? Prescribe a visit from his lawyer every four hours?

Stacey: Jamie, I have to see him.

Jamie: You know, now I think I know what Derek meant.

Stacey: What?

Jamie: Maybe you are getting too involved here.

Stacey: What is wrong with that?

Jamie: Well, I donít know, probably nothing, you're going to break the rules, anyway, but do me a favor, Stacey. When you do break the rules, just make sure I'm not here, ok, please?

Stacey: Ok, so we'll go in and we'll just be a few minutes.

Jamie: Didnít you just hear what I said? He's still a prisoner.

Stacey: I have to make sure that he's all right.

Jamie: He's fine. I'm a doctor. Trust me, he's fine. Now, will you back off, or you're going to get yourself and Derek in trouble.

Stacey: Ok.

Jamie: Ok.

Stacey: We'll just peek in for a few seconds. What do you say?

Jamie: Oh -- ok, I -- so much for your peeking in.

Stacey: Donít count on it.

Iris: I love this part.

Lucas: What part?

Iris: Being with a man in the beginning when he treats you so beautifully.

Lucas: Wow. Sounds like you've had a few disappointments.

Iris: Oh, yeah, I donít have a good track record as far as marriage is concerned.

Lucas: How many?

Iris: I had my share. All of them have been disasters. What about you?

Lucas: I've never been married.

Iris: Well, what about the women in your life, I mean?

Lucas: What about them?

Iris: Well, I know you've never been married, but, I mean, does that mean you never want to try it?

Lucas: Well, I have this saying.

Iris: What saying?

Lucas: Never say never.

Jamie: Oh! My goodness! I canít believe how clumsy I am!

Officer: That's all right.

Jamie: Oh, my gosh.

Officer: It's ok.

Jamie: Oh, thanks a lot. Really. Oh, you donít have to help, but thanks, I appreciate it.

Officer: That's all right.

Jamie: Yeah, great. Thanks a lot.

Stacey: Hi.

Derek: You're not supposed to be here.

Stacey: Shh. I know.

Derek: Jamie -- didnít he tell you?

Stacey: He tried to tell me, but I wouldnít listen. Now, you go back to sleep. Go back to sleep.

[Shower runs]

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