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Another World Transcript Wednesday 10/5/05

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[Shower runs]

[Cass hums]

Frankie: Cass? You ready? Cass, it's about an hour -- Cass, where are you?

[Shower stops]

[Cass hums]

Frankie: Cass?

Cass: What the hell are you doing here?

Frankie: What -- why aren't you ready?

Cass: You're early.

Frankie: I am not. You're late.

Cass: Look -- look at your watch.

Frankie: Oh. Well, it's about an hour's drive.

Cass: Well, yeah, I mean, that was supposed to be part of the deal, right? We were going to go far enough away where we wouldnít be recognized, right?

Frankie: I do have to keep my cover.

Cass: Right. Understood.

Frankie: I probably shouldnít have come up here.

Cass: Oh, donít worry about that.

Frankie: Oh, I'm not worried. It's just that -- you know, there was nobody downstairs, and I thought you were late, and --

Cass: What a great outfit, Frankie.

Frankie: Oh, you, too. I mean, you will, I'm sure, when you get dressed.

Cass: Obviously, we're going someplace fancy.

Frankie: Yeah. It'll be great.

Cass: Well, then, how about letting me in on where this great place is?

Frankie: Not yet.

Cass: Where are we going, Frankie?

Frankie: You'll see.

Cass: Frankie, why does this have to be a big mystery date?

Frankie: Get dressed.

Donna: All right, Angela said dinner's going to be ready in about 30 minutes.

Michael: Great.

Donna: Oh, thank God we get to have a quiet evening at home for a change. We've been having one party after another and one problem after the other, it's --

Michael: Donna, Donna, this message -- this --

Donna: What?

Michael: This message -- when did it come in?

Donna: I donít know. A couple of hours ago, I think. It's just a message from your tailor that says your suit's ready, Michael. You can get it tomorrow.

Michael: Yeah, honey, I got to go back to the office, actually.

Donna: Why?

Michael: Well, I left some papers there, and I can stop at the tailor's on the way.

Donna: Michael, you've got dozens of suits. What do you need to go to the tailor for?

Michael: I wonít be long, ok? Donít worry about it.

Donna: But what about dinner?

Michael: Oh, right. Well, can she hold dinner? Will you ask her if she'll hold it for me?

Donna: Well, yes, she can hold it for you, but --

Michael: Ok, great. I wonít be long. Bye, baby.

Donna: Bye, baby.

Donna: Jake, this is Donna. Would you please come over here right now?

Derek: I want to see Stacey.

Jamie: She's resting before dinner.

Derek: Yeah, well, this is urgent.

Jamie: You donít seem to understand what I just --

Derek: No, you donít understand. Now, let me talk to Stacey.

Jamie: Derek, maybe if you were a bit more cooperative and a little less self-absorbed --

Derek: I know why you brought her here, and it's not going to work.

Jamie: What are you talking about?

Derek: Oh, you want to keep me away from her and get yourself near her. Isnít that what this is all about? Well, come on, doctor, admit it. You want her back, donít you?

Sharlene: John.

John: Hi.

Sharlene: Hi.

John: You want to know where I've been?

Sharlene: Work?

John: Nope, nope.

Sharlene: No.

John: As a matter of fact, I've been at the music store. Guess what's out on C.D.

Sharlene: "The Temptations' Greatest Hits."

John: Yes.

Sharlene: Yes.

John: I tried to walk right on by, but, you know, this darn thing just jumped right out into my hands.

Sharlene: And you said to yourself, "why should a man who just passed his medical exams have to worry about going to work?"

John: Well, you got to be a mind reader.

[Sharlene laughs]

John: Well, yes, let's listen to this little devil here.

["My Girl" plays]

Sharlene: Hold me back.

Singer: I've got sunshine

John: Oh, yes.

Singer: On a cloudy day

[Sharlene whistles]

John: Care to dance?

Sharlene: Dance. Why not?

Singer: When it's cold outside

John: No, donít, donít -- donít say "why not?" Say "why, yes, doctor, I'd love to."

Sharlene: Yes, doctor, I love you.

John: Ooh. I love you, too. Now, didnít that work out nicely?

Sharlene: Very.

Singer: What can make me feel this way? My girl

John: Remember that dream that I had?

Sharlene: Yeah.

John: I figured it out.

Sharlene: Oh, really?

John: Yep. It was about the 1960s.

Sharlene: The 1960s?

John: The 1960s. You see, in it, you were coming towards me and coming towards me, and then you walked right by me just like I wasn't there, but that wasn't because of you. That was because of me, because for so long I was stuck in the 1960s, but now I'm not anymore. Get it?

Singer: I've got a sweeter song

Sharlene: I love you more than anything in the world --

John: Mm-hmm?

Sharlene: But sometimes you donít make any sense at all.

John: Mm-hmm.

Singer: Well, I guess you'd say what can make me feel this way? My girl

Derek: I know you blame me for what happened to Stacey --

Jamie: Look, Derek, it's not the time or the place --

Derek: So now you want to make this big deal about how I shouldnít be around her. But there's a bit more to it than that, isnít there, doc?

Jamie: Do you want me to answer the question or do you want to stand here and yell?

Derek: Admit it.

Stacey: Do I have a vote in this?

Jamie: Oh, Stacey, I didnít know you were up. How are you feeling?

Stacey: I'm better, thanks.

Jamie: Well, good.

Stacey: Hi.

Derek: I have to see you.

Stacey: Yeah, I heard. I'm glad you're here.

Jamie: How's your strength, Stacey? Do you feel like having dinner?

Stacey: Actually, I feel like I've spent too much time in bed today. I donít know if I'll be able to sleep tonight.

Jamie: Well, donít you worry about that. You've just undergone a trauma. You need your rest.

Stacey: Ok.

Derek: You look great.

Stacey: Thanks.

Derek: I need to talk to you.

Stacey: All right. Jamie, do you think you could give us a couple of minutes alone together?

Jamie: Sure.

Stacey: Thanks.

Stacey: You seem a little bit tense. What's wrong?

Derek: I just talked to Frankie. She and Cass think that Catherineís dead.

Stacey: She's what?

Derek: Cass saw her body.

Stacey: He did? When?

Derek: The night of the auction.

Stacey: Yeah, but that was a couple of days ago.

Derek: I know.

Stacey: Well, why the hell didnít he say anything to me? He knows that I'd talked to Catherine. I'm his sister.

Derek: There's a problem with it.

Stacey: Well, yeah, I would say there's a problem with it.

Derek: All right, just calm down.

Stacey: What about the police? What do they think? Do they think she was murdered?

Derek: The police donít know anything about it.

Stacey: What are you talking about?

Derek: The body disappeared.

Stacey: So then that's our problem, isnít it?

Derek: Yeah.

Stacey: Wait a second. Is Cass certain about this?

Derek: I donít think anybody's certain about anything, but Cass definitely saw the body.

Stacey: Oh, my God, I canít believe she's dead.

Derek: Remember that night that she talked to us and she said that Lucas couldn't be trusted?

Stacey: Right, and then she went to get proof.

Derek: And she never came back.

Stacey: Oh, this is scary.

Derek: You better believe it is. First, Catherine gets killed, and then Cal calls you and gets you to go to the longshoreman by yourself.

Stacey: Yeah, but I donít think Catherineís death had anything to do with what happened to me, do you?

Derek: Oh, come on. Now, she's dead. Cal threatened you.

Stacey: No, but a threat is -- there's a big difference between a threat and a death.

Derek: Only because he didnít get a chance to finish it.

Stacey: Yeah, but you knew Cal in Chicago, so how could he possibly know Catherine, right?

Derek: Stacey, who knows what he knows. But when he called you, he talked about the red swan, right?

Stacey: Yeah.

Derek: And Catherine -- the last thing she talked about was the red swan.

Stacey: Still, I mean, how many --

Derek: And this guy, Cal, he's -- he kind of does, you know, hiring out.

Stacey: What do you mean? He does contracts?

Derek: Exactly. And there's somebody out there who doesn't want us to keep looking for the red swan.

Frankie: I want you to look rich and powerful, but with just a touch of Hollywood.

Cass: Casual dumb, gold chains, tennis shoes?

Frankie: Make that Rome.

Cass: Well, now, Rome says something to me. I understand Rome. It sings in my ear.

Frankie: Ok.

Cass: You want Rome, I'll give you Rome.

Frankie: Well, how's Stacey doing?

Cass: Roma. She's doing a lot better.

Frankie: Oh, good. Still not home, though, yet, huh?

Cass: No. She's much safer there at the Coryís.

Frankie: Oh, I guess so. Any word on Catherine March?

Cass: Nothing.

Frankie: Hmm. Well, assuming she is dead, I guess we're never going to figure out what she was going to tell Derek.

Cass: Which means that things are a lot more dangerous, especially since you're still so close to Lucas.

Frankie: You know, I told him that you had seen her body, but then it disappeared.

Cass: Maybe we shouldnít go out, you know?

Frankie: Are you kidding?

Cass: We could do a lot of work on this case.

Frankie: Hey, no way, Winthrop.

Cass: Ok. All right. Just a thought.

Frankie: You know, we're at a standstill anyway. We really ought to, you know, relax for a change, have some fun?

Cass: Jeez, take it easy, will you? I said ok.

Frankie: Yeah, I'm sorry. It's just all this yackety-yak about stolen art and dead bodies -- it gets to me a little bit, you know?

Cass: Well, speaking of dead bodies -- is this going to work?

Frankie: It's going to be fine.

Cass: Yeah?

Frankie: Just fine.

Cass: This dead body looks all right?

Frankie: Perfect. Let's go.

Cass: Where are we going?

Frankie: Out the door.

Cass: Ah. Yeah. Did I ever tell you how much I hate anticipation?

Frankie: But it makes life so exciting.

Donna: What's taken you so long?

Jake: What are you talking about? You just called me two minutes ago.

Donna: Come on. We have to move fast.

Jake: No, hey, hey, hey. I just got here, all right?

Donna: Jake, I need your help!

Jake: Yeah?

Donna: Yes. We're partners, remember?

Jake: I'm not so sure about that, Donna.

Donna: Well, we are.

Jake: Since when?

Donna: Since last night, when you threw me in the shower in my $2,000 suit. That's it.

Jake: How come you only bring up this partner stuff when you need my help?

Donna: Jake, please. We donít have too much time to waste. I can explain on the way. Now, please, come on.

Jake: No, you -- no, you tell me now.

Donna: Jake -- I think Michaelís having an affair.

Jake: What?

Donna: I have to know.

Jake: And how did you come up with this brainstorm?

Donna: He's been acting very strange and very mysterious.

Jake: That doesn't mean he's having an affair, Donna.

Donna: But he's having a secret rendezvous at his tailor's right now.

Jake: Oh, I get it. Michaelís having an affair with a short fat bald man?

Donna: No, Jake! Stop it! The tailor's is the meeting place.

Jake: Love among the cleaning fluids, Donna.

Donna: He said he was going to his office. I called and he's not there. He got a message that said his suit is ready at the tailor's, and that's where he's meeting her.

Jake: Then why do you need me?

Donna: Well, obviously, I canít go follow him in my own car.

Jake: Hey, honey, why donít you call one of your rich friends? That way you can sneak around in style, all right?

Donna: Oh, right. Then the news is going to get around town in about one minute. Now, please, come on!

Jake: So we're going to use my wheels? You know, my gas costs money. My time costs money, Donna.

Donna: Jake, I'll drive your car myself. Give me the keys.

Jake: Donna -- I donít have a car. I have a motorcycle.

["My Girl" plays]

John: Donít go away, because I really need to explain this to you, because it's, like, real important, ok?

Sharlene: Like, ok. All right, it's about your dream.

John: Yes! Sharlene: You somehow got stuck back in the 1960's.

John: Yes. I mean, things were so different then -- the music, the civil rights marches, and the war.

Sharlene: Mm-hmm.

John: I mean, things were so different, and everything was happening in the world. It was just incredible.

Sharlene: John, I donít think we saw things the same way.

John: Oh, but you do remember it, donít you? I mean, how could you not? The marches and the political conventions and the riots and --

Sharlene: Who could forget?

John: Look, more happened in the 1960s than has happened in the past 20 years.

Sharlene: Well --

John: You know, but because I was in Vietnam --

Sharlene: Maybe. I donít know, John.

John: Because I was in Vietnam, I missed a lot of the 1960s. So I think that what's happened is I've found myself being sort of stuck back there -- emotionally speaking. But since -- since I met you, what's happened is I think that I'm slowly emerging from the 1960s and I'm beginning to realize what a dynamic time that was. I mean, people were so alive.

Sharlene: No, no, I donít think we saw things the same way. We donít have the same memories. It wasn't like that for me.

John: You're thinking about Floyd, aren't you?

Sharlene: No. God, John. You say that you felt and everyone felt so alive. Well, I never felt so dead.

John: Sharlene, believe me, I know they were bad years.

Sharlene: God, yes, they were bad years. They were bad years, John. They were years I donít want to -- I donít want to remember them. I donít want to relive them.

Derek: I should have nailed Cal before he had a chance to get near you.

Stacey: I was the one who got the phone call, remember?

Derek: I left you alone.

Stacey: Yes, but I decided not to ask somebody to come down and back me up. It wasn't your fault.

Derek: But I could have had him and the police could have been questioning him.

Stacey: But instead of going after him, you decided to stay and make sure that I was all right.

Derek: God, I could have died when I thought -- you know, you were hardly breathing and you didnít move.

Stacey: Look, I just thank God that you were there. Jamie said I was lucky that I got treatment right away.

Derek: That's not quite how he put it.

[Doorbell rings]

Stacey: I wish you two could get along.

Derek: Yeah, he acts like he owns you.

Stacey: No, he's just trying to help out.

Derek: Yeah, sure.

Stacey: Come on. We're just friends. Sometimes I think maybe you read into what he says a little bit too much.

Felicia: Jamie.

Jamie: Hi, Felicia.

Felicia: Hi. Listen, is Stacey here?

Jamie: Sure. Come on in.

Felicia: Oh, thank you.

Jamie: She's in the living room with Derek.

[Phone rings]

Felicia: Oh, Derek is here, too?

Jamie: Yeah.

Felicia: Oh.


Stacey: Hi, Felicia.

Felicia: Hi, yourself. How you doing?

Stacey: I'm doing all right. I'll get this if --

Jamie: Yes.

Felicia: Hi, honey. How are you?

Stacey: Coryís.

Derek: I'm fine.

Stacey: Hello? Hello? Is anybody there? Who is this?

[Music plays]

Cass: Ok, all right already. Hurry up, will you?

Frankie: Well, up a little.

Cass: Will you at least tell me where we are?

Frankie: If you donít hold this thing still, we're going to be here all night.

Cass: You dress me up, you force me to drive 50 miles out into the middle of the sticks to this whatever-the-hell this place is.

Frankie: Grange Hall.

Cass: Grange Hall? It looks more like a rinky-dink neo-Greco high school gymnasium.

Frankie: No, the high school's down that way.

Cass: Ah! Your high school?

Frankie: Yeah. This place that you so tactfully referred to as "the sticks" is where I graduated high school.

Cass: What are you talking about, Frankie? You told me that you grew up in Oklahoma.

Frankie: I did, but my great aunt took sick my senior year, so I moved up here to live with her. How do I look?

Cass: You look fabulous, Frankie.

Frankie: Thank you. It's now or never.

Cass: But you still haven't answered my question. What are you doing dragging me out into the middle --

Singers: YMCA

Singer: It's fun to stay at the

Singers: YMCA, hey

Singer: You can get yourself clean you can have a good meal

Cass: Oh, my God. It's your class reunion.

[Woman laughs]

Singers: Young man

Singer: Are you listening to me?

Frankie: Yeah.

Singer: I said

Singers: Young man

Frankie: How do you like it so far?

Singer: What do you want to be? I said

Singers: Young man

Singer: You can make real your dreams but you've

Donna: Oh, my hair.

Jake: Hey, hey, listen. Put the brain bucket back on --

Donna: Oh, Jake.

Jake: Otherwise, Michaelís going to spot you.

Donna: How long has he been in there?

Jake: I donít know.

Donna: I know it's over 15 minutes.

Jake: Look, Donna, maybe Michaelís making some phone calls.

Donna: And maybe he's in there with whomever he's with.

Jake: Whatever gave you the idea that he is having an affair? You know how much he loves you.

Donna: Jake, Michael gave up having dinner with me to go and pick up a suit at his tailor's and he flies off at the drop of a hat for days at a time without a word. You call that love?

Jake: Donna, Michael makes international business deals every day.

Donna: Yeah, well, I'm not ruling out foreign women, either.

Jake: You know how strict those oil guys can be about secrets.

Donna: I showed up at his office one night when he was working late and there were cigarette butts in his ashtray.

Jake: No.

Donna: With lipstick on them.

Jake: Well, what do you know? Maybe his tailor wears lipstick.

Donna: That's not funny.

Jake: Donna, there are businesswomen, too.

Donna: Yeah, and I'm a businesswoman. I know, remember?

Jake: Oh, yeah, right.

Donna: Wait, wait, wait. Get down, get down. There he is, there he is.

Jake: What are we doing down here?

Donna: He'll see us!

Jake: Donna, we canít see him, either.

Donna: Yeah, but I know that, but he'll recognize me. Michael has very good eyes.

Jake: Ok. I'll take a look, all right? What?

Donna: What is that cologne you're wearing?

Jake: Oh, you like it?

Donna: Well, I just wanted to ask you what it was because I like it.

Jake: I'll get you some next Christmas, all right? Jeez.

Donna: What's he doing?

Jake: He just went next door.

Donna: What's next door?

Jake: The tailor. He's doing exactly what he said he was going to do.

Donna: That's not the tailor that he normally uses.

Jake: Well, maybe his regular tailor dropped a stitch.

Donna: That's not funny, Jake.

Jake: Donna --

Donna: He's in there with somebody.

Jake: He's at the tailor!

Donna: But he's --

Jake: Donna, stop being so paranoid!

Donna: He's meeting a woman in there, I know it. They're probably renting out the back room.

Jake: Ok, Donna. Call me crazy. I'm going out on a limb here, all right? But I think that Michael can afford a hotel room. Will you stop trying to borrow trouble? Man.

Arianne: It took you quite a while to get here.

Michael: Well, wait a minute. I didnít get your message until just a little while ago.

Arianne: I need a report.

Michael: Couldn't this have waited till morning?

Arianne: No. Are you cooperating with us or not?

Michael: All right. All right, look, my people looked into Lucas' financial situation. They found out he is skating on very thin ice.

Arianne: How thin?

Michael: All of his accounts are overdrawn totaling millions.

Arianne: Then he needs to move soon.

Michael: Well, that was my guess.

Arianne: In the past he's used stolen art to make ends meet.

Michael: Well, maybe he will again, but I canít get a handle on it. Now, what have you found out?

Arianne: Same thing -- nothing concrete. We're going to canvass the docks later.

Michael: Why the docks?

Arianne: Well, if Lucas is moving things in bulk, he may have used a shipping company, or maybe a dockworker may have noticed something.

Michael: Now, wait a minute. You be careful. If Lucas is cornered --

Arianne: When he's cornered.

Michael: All right -- When Lucas is cornered, he is deadly, and anyone around him is in danger.

Jamie: Did anyone say anything?

Derek: You know the voice?

Felicia: Stacey, who was it?

Stacey: I donít know.

Derek: Was it Cal?

Felicia: Do you know?

Stacey: I donít know.

Jamie: Wait, hold it! Everybody, hold it, hold it. Come on, please, give her some space. Now, could you tell who was on the phone?

Stacey: It was just nothing. There was silence.

Derek: It could have been Cal.

Jamie: The man who attacked her?

Derek: Yeah.

Stacey: Yeah, but how is he going to know that I was here?

Derek: He could have followed you from the hospital, which means that this place isnít any safer than any place else.

Jamie: It could have been a wrong number.

Derek: Yeah, but Cal has done this to you before, hasn't he? At the office? Hasn't he?

Stacey: I think so, maybe.

Derek: Yeah, well, that's it.

Felicia: What?

Stacey: Derek, wait.

Felicia: What is it?

Stacey: Derek?

Felicia: What's going on here?

Derek: I'm not going to see you afraid all the time.

Stacey: Derek, wait a second. You're out on bail. If you do one thing --

Derek: Stay in the house, donít go outside, donít even let her out on the grounds for a walk. You got that?

Stacey: Derek, wait!

Felicia: Stacey, what is he doing?

Stacey: I donít know.

Jamie: He doesn't know where that guy is. Nobody does or he would have been arrested by now.

Stacey: Felicia, would you please go after him, talk to him, tell him not to do anything dangerous?

Felicia: Yes, of course, but I donít understand what is --

Stacey: I know, but it'll take me too long to explain right now. Please, just go after him.

Felicia: All right, all right. I just hope I can find him.

Stacey: You're the only one who can talk to him.

John: Are you ok?

Sharlene: Yeah.

John: I'm sorry.

Sharlene: John, it's not your fault. There's a whole section of my life I'd rather forget.

John: It's forgotten.

Sharlene: Sure, it's forgotten, like when Lucas decides to rub my nose in it by inviting himself for dinner. John, sometimes I donít think it's ever going to work out.

John: What isnít?

Sharlene: I donít know, I donít know -- everything.

John: No, no, no, you're wrong about that. Everything is going to work out, and you know why it's going to work out? Because I love you.

Sharlene: John, I love you, too, but maybe that isnít enough. It wasn't for Russ.

John: I'm not Russ.

Sharlene: I know that, but how much are you supposed to understand? How much are you supposed to accept? I donít have the best record for holding on to the things that I love, John.

John: Like what?

Sharlene: Oh -- like when Josie and I came to Bay City. When we came back here, everything felt really good. It felt right. We were home, we came home, and then Jason was murdered.

John: Well, you didnít have any control over that.

Sharlene: And then the trial, John -- no, the trial -- everything came out about me in the trial, and then Josieís life got messed up. I nearly lost her.

John: But the truth is, Sharlene, you did not lose her, and the two of you are closer now than you ever have been. Look, I'm terribly sorry. This whole thing was just about me and some silly dream and my hang-ups about the past, that's all.

Sharlene: No, John, but just -- no, that's different! That is different. Those were things that happened to you, things that you could not control.

John: Sharlene, things happened to both of us. Look, I didnít come back to Bay City after 20 years just to be known as the token embittered Vietnam vet, but that's what happened. And it happened because I was stuck.

Sharlene: Stuck in the past?

John: Yes. But my life is turning around now. It is turning around because I'm getting married and I'm embarking on an all-new career and I'm finally able to look forward to things now. I haven't been able to do that in years. I'm able to look forward to dreaming again, and really good dreams, too.

Sharlene: I like it when you smile like that.

John: Oh, look at -- the point is my life is changing because I'm finally able to let it all go. The past is back there where it belongs. I donít have to hide anymore.

Sharlene: I think you're still hiding.

John: Why? What do you mean?

Sharlene: If we're talking about not hiding or being stuck in the past, does that mean -- does that mean hiding behind your beard?

John: Well, I'm not -- do you think that I'm hiding behind my beard?

Sharlene: Some -- some vets do. And you're the one who said you were stuck in the 1960s.

Jake: Ok. He just got finished buying the flowers.

Donna: What?

Jake: Shh.

Donna: People --

[Muffled screams]

Jake: Ow! Ow!

Donna: He bought her flowers?

Jake: Donna, he went from the tailor to the florist. He just walked out with a bouquet.

Donna: He bought her flowers?

Jake: Donna, I donít know. He's not with anybody. He just bought some flowers. That's all I can tell you. Ouch.

Donna: Well, donít lose him. Donít lose him. Is he getting in his car?

Jake: No, he didnít -- he's just walking next door to the jeweler.

Donna: The jeweler? He's buying her jewelry and flowers?

Jake: Looks like it.

Donna: This is worse than I thought.

Jake: No comment.

Donna: I probably shouldnít tell you this, but a couple of months ago, I would have been positive that it was Iris.

Jake: Wheeler? No kidding.

Donna: No kidding. Reptile.

Jake: I thought -- I thought she was in tight with that Lucas guy.

Donna: She is. That's what I mean. It's obviously got to be somebody else.

Jake: Donna, you ever think this is your imagination? Christmas is, what, eight weeks away?

Donna: Right.

Jake: News flash -- jewelry keeps.

Donna: Yeah, so he's going to keep the jewelry in the refrigerator with the flowers for eight weeks?

Jake: Donna, maybe somebody's in the hospital and they're sick and he's going to bring them flowers!

Donna: Jake, Jake, just talk to somebody who's gullible, all right? A woman knows when a man is keeping a secret from her.

Jake: Oh, how can you tell, Donna?

Donna: Because I'm a woman.

Jake: Believe me, I've noticed.

Donna: I just mean that we know those kind of things.

Jake: I -- I just always thought Michael was a smart guy, you know?

Donna: He is.

Jake: I mean, he has the most incredibly beautiful, sexy wife at home. Why is he running around?

Donna: I donít know. I donít know. I donít understand.

Jake: Of course, you can drive a saint crazy. Maybe that's it.

Donna: What do you mean, I could drive a saint crazy? Quick, quick, quick!

Jake: Because you're a pain.

Donna: He's getting in his car. Quick, quick, quick!

Jake: Ok, I can see it.

Donna: Come on, we canít lose him.

Jake: Donna --

Donna: Come on, quick.

Jake: Put the helmet on. Just put the helmet on.

Donna: I donít want to put this helmet on.

Jake: Jeez.

Donna: All right, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

Jake: On the pedal.

Donna: Wait, donít start it.

Jake: Step on the pedal.

Donna: Donít -- I canít.

Jake: I'm not going to start it. Just step on the pedal.

Donna: Donít start it. Oh, all right. Wait a minute.

Jake: Hold on.

Donna: Ok, this seat is really comfortable.

Jake: Ready to go?

[Motorcycle engine starts]

[Music plays]

Cass: I canít believe this is happening.

Frankie: My hair look ok?

Cass: I've avoided my class reunions for years, and you're dragging me off to yours?

Frankie: Oh, would you relax! Nobody knows you.

Cass: Still, it's so -- I hate being reminded that I'm aging, and I'm allergic to crepe paper.

Frankie: Oh, why is it I can never do anything with my hair?

Cass: Who cares about -- Frankie, this was not fair!

Frankie: Would you just shush, ok? We're here now. This is it. Here we go.

Woman: This is awful, isnít it?

Cass: My sentiments exactly.

Woman: I know you. I recognize the eyes, the mouth. Yes! Oh. But the name, it's just not coming.

Cass: Well, probably because I've never seen you before --

Woman: Even the voice! Yes, Howie McMasterís. Oh, no. No, you're not Howie.

Cass: Thank God.

Woman: Howie died. Oh, this is just so terrible! How am I going to remember your name?

Frankie: You're not going to, Pudge. He wasn't in our class.

Pudge: He wasn't? Then who is he?

Frankie: He's with me.

Cass: Unfortunately.

Frankie: Donít you recognize me, Pudge?

Pudge: Oh! Mary Frances! I never would have thought it was you! My God!

Cass: Mary Frances?

Frankie: How are you, Pudge?

Pudge: Cindy, dirk, come on over here! This is Mary Frances!

Cass: Cindy? Dirk?

Cindy: Oh, my word!

Dirk: Mary Frances -- well, I'll be darned!

Pudge: Oh, she just looks so chic, you'd think she was right out of Hollywood or someplace.

Cass: Try Rome.

Pudge: You live in Rome?

Frankie: No. Bay City. He just has a weird sense of humor.

Pudge: Oh, but he's so handsome.

Cindy: Who'd have thought?

Dirk: Dirk Dittleboro.

Cass: Oh, Cass Winthrop.

Frankie: I'm very sorry. Dirk Dittleboro, Cass Winthrop. Cass, this is Pudge Rankin.

Cass: How do you do?

Pudge: My pleasure!

Frankie: And this is Dirk's wife, Cindy Collins, or --

Cass: How do you do?

Frankie: I guess I should say Cindy Dittleboro.

Cindy: We were married right after high school.

Dirk: He doesn't care about that, honey.

Cindy: Well, he might be wondering.

Frankie: Look, you know, we're just dying of thirst.

Pudge: Oh, the punch bowl's right there.

Frankie: Oh, thanks. Well, we'll see you all later, ok?

Pudge: Oh, you bet we will, Mary Frances!

Frankie: Great. See you.

Cass: Pudge? Dittleboro? Punch bowl?

Frankie: Yeah. Regular slice of Americana, huh?

Cass: This is class reunion hell, Mary Frances.

Frankie: Well, maybe this wasn't a good idea after all.

Cass: Well, it is kind of fascinating.

Frankie: What?

Cass: You, springing forth full blown in all your glory out of this stifling environment.

Frankie: Look, this was one year out of my life, ok? That's it.

Cass: And the rest was in Oklahoma?

Frankie: Yeah.

Cass: Yeah.

Frankie: Well, I mean, I have my family here.

Cass: What are those over there?

Frankie: Ooh -- three-bean salad, macaroni and cheese, Jell-O malt complete with --

Cass: No, no, no, no, no, no. Those photographs over there.

Frankie: What?

Cass: Those wouldnít be senior class pictures, would they? Have a look --

Frankie: Look, Cass -- no, wait, quit, just forget it. Drink your punch and then we'll go, ok? This was a really dumb idea. I'm really sorry I brought you. We'll just have a --

Cass: A very, very dumb idea.

Frankie: Yes, I'm really sorry. We'll go someplace else, ok?

Cass: No, it's quite all -- well, after I check out Mary Frances.

Frankie: Cass!

Cass: Excuse me.

Frankie: Cass?

Cass. Hi.

Man: Hi.

Frankie: Cass?

Stacey: So would somebody have told us if Felicia had called during dinner?

Jamie: Absolutely. And speaking of dinner, you didnít have very much to eat.

Stacey: I couldnít. What if they didnít know if it was important or not?

Jamie: No, they all know, because I told them.

Stacey: Oh.

Jamie: Listen, if Felicia did find him, it's possible that -- well, who knows? Maybe she took Derek out to dinner.

Stacey: Yeah, but what if she didnít catch up with him?

Jamie: Well, if she didnít, Derek can take care of himself.

Stacey: Not all alone he canít, Jamie.

Jamie: Stacey, I -- you know, I hate -- I hate it that you're mixed up in this.

Stacey: Yeah, well, I am mixed up in it.

Jamie: Yeah, and that's why you're hurt. That's why you're so scared right now.

Stacey: Wait a second. When you said "mixed up in all this," are you talking about my involvement with Derek or are you talking about the investigation?

Jamie: Both, I guess.

Stacey: Jamie, you better get something straight.

Jamie: Listen, I donít --

Stacey: Derek does not want to be all mixed up in this. He's just trying to clear his name.

Jamie: I understand that. Believe me, I do. It's just that -- well, frankly, I think that trouble's going to follow that guy no matter where he goes and no matter who he's with.

Stacey: Why?

Jamie: Because of his temper.

Stacey: Yeah, but he's learning to control his temper.

Jamie: Yeah, well, I haven't seen that, I guess.

Stacey: Well, I have.

Jamie: He stormed out of here tonight, didnít he? And he wouldnít even listen to you, Stacey. Come on, I think -- I think you're dealing with a violent man, Stacey.

Stacey: Oh, he's just being protective.

Jamie: Admit it. Admit it, Stacey. That's why you're so worried. I mean, Stacey, what if he finds Cal tonight and kills him?

Stacey: He's not!

Jamie: What if he turns on you someday?

Stacey: He wouldnít do that, Jamie.

Jamie: How do you know?

Stacey: Because I know. Look, I admit that there are times when he is violent, but you just donít understand him.

Jamie: What I donít understand is how you've gotten so attached to this guy.

Stacey: Because I love him.

Jamie: What?

Stacey: There's a lot of things that I donít understand. But I love him, and sometimes that's all I know.

Cal: Damn thing must be here somewhere. Red swans canít hide in coffee cups.

Derek: You just made your last mistake, Cal.

John: Am I really going to do this?

Sharlene: John, I want you to know that whether you shave or not is entirely, entirely up to you.

John: Are you ready to listen to an entire lifetime of me complaining about having to shave every day?

Sharlene: I'm not going to say another word.

John: You know, I grew this in Vietnam. God only knows what's under there.

Sharlene: John, are you sure?

John: I thought you weren't going to say another word.

Sharlene: Well, I -- I'm worried you'll be upset.

John: Want to do the honors?

Sharlene: Me?

John: Sure.

Sharlene: Ok. Come here. Come here. Come here.

John: Ow!

Sharlene: Ooh, well, now, wait. Wait, did I hurt you?

John: Well, this thing has a life of its own, you know?

Sharlene: All right, John --

John: Yes, you hurt me.

Sharlene: All right. If I'm going to help you, not another peep, mister.

John: Listen, I just think you're a little bit tense. Why donít you go and put some music on, some nice soothing music, ok? You're a little tense. You're hurting me.

Sharlene: I'm tense.

[Music plays]

Sharlene: Yeah, I was tense.

Singers: Ooh, ooh, ooh

Singer: You surely must know magic, girl 'cause you changed my life

Singers: Whoo

Singer: It was dull and ordinary you made it sunny and bright

Singers: Whoo

Singer: Now, I was blessed

Singers: The day I found you

Singer: Gonna build my whole

Singers: World around you

Singer: You're everything good, girl and you're all that matters to me when my way was dark and troubles were near your love provided the light so I could see, girl just knowing your love was near when times were bad kept the world from closing in on me, yeah I was blessed

Singers: The day I found you

Sharlene: That's it.

Singer: Gonna build my whole

Singers: World around you

John: How do I look?

Singer: You're everything good, girl and you're all that matters to me

Sharlene: Well -- you handsome devil, you. Take a look.

Singer: You're part of every thought I think each day your name is in every phrase my lips say every dream I dream is about you honey, I couldn't live without you

Second singer: Baby

First singer: Baby

Frankie: Cass -- please -- wait, wait. Cass, please. Cass?

Cass: Yeah?

Frankie: Wait --

Cass: Just hang on a second, ok?

Frankie: Cass, there's plenty of other things to see, you know?

Cass: Oh, I'm sure there is, but I really want to see you here.

Frankie: Yeah, it'll be great.

Cass: There you are! Look at that.

Frankie: Yeah. I've seen it.

Cass: I never would have recognized you, Mary Frances, with those braids.

Frankie: Yeah. I wore braids in high school.

Cass: You looked so serious.

Frankie: Can we move -- Cass, they're going to be all out of macaroni and cheese.

Cass: Wait, wait, wait, wait. I want to read your list of activities, ok? "Activities -- debating team, honor society --" oh -- "science club, Latin --" Latin club?

Frankie: Novus ordo seclorum. What can I say? Can we move on now, please?

Cass: No, no, listen to this -- "most likely to be found in bio lab cutting up frogs." I love it! I love --

Frankie: Cass.

Cass: "Pet peeve -- 'people copying my papers.'" Oh, this is too rich.

Frankie: Why? Why did I do this?

Cass: "Worst nightmare -- being asked to dance at the senior prom." Frankie, oh, honey. Frankie. You were the class nerd.

Frankie: Well, I was -- well, it was little like -- I was --

Cass: The nerd.

Frankie: Yeah. I was, wasn't I?

Cass: That's amazing.

Frankie: Yeah. Loads of fun.

Cass: Not exactly the most popular, huh?

Frankie: Well, let's put it this way -- it wasn't the way I thought it was going to turn out.

Cass: Uh-huh, and what was that?

Frankie: Well, having all the answers is not the answer, not when it comes to a social life.

Cass: Nothing wrong with having a few brains, though.

Frankie: Ah. Tell that to all the dates I didnít have. We can move on now, ok?

Cass: So that's why you're so --

Frankie: Hi.

Cass: And you dress -- that's why you dress like -- you wanted to create a whole new image, break the mold.

Frankie: Yeah. Something like that, yes.

Cass: So what kind of I.Q. are we talking here?

Frankie: What?

Cass: Well, everyone in high school finds out their I.Q. What was yours?

Frankie: Really, Cass, I really donít want to talk about that.

Cass: No, I'm serious. I want to know.

Frankie: 162.

Cass: Hello, Albert Einstein! 162?

Frankie: Here we go.

Cass: Gee, Frankie, that's --

Frankie: Cass --

Cass: That's high.

Frankie: Can we just forget about this?

Cass: I mean, mine was a hundred and -- well, mine was good, but that's ridiculous. 162 --

Frankie: No, you're not going to forget about it, are you? You're going to be just like all the rest of them, right?

Cass: What? What?

Frankie: Right -- we get no chance of romance here now, right, huh, huh?

Cass: Frankie?

Frankie: No, brains means that she's no good in the sack. She'll think too much.

Cass: Hey, take it easy.

Frankie: Only you can take your ideas about my brains and shove them, Winthrop.

Cass: Hey. Captain of the football team, right? Frankie.

Donna: I canít believe you lost him. I canít believe it.

Jake: It was a choice of watching his car or avoiding the semi.

Donna: You drove right past the street where he turned off.

Jake: What was I supposed to do, drive through the side of a truck?

Donna: Now I'm never going to get to see who he went to.

Jake: Donna, I'm a cameraman, not a bloodhound. Next time, why donít you hire a pro?

Donna: I will.

Jake: If you want my advice, Donna --

Donna: I donít!

Jake: Try to forget it.

Donna: I canít forget it!

Jake: Fine! Donít!

Donna: I can just see him now waltzing into some woman's house with jewelry and flowers and telling her --

Michael: Hi, honey, I'm home!

Donna: Hi.

Michael: Hi. I brought you a little something. I --

Donna: Flowers? For me?

Michael: Yeah, well, I --

Jake: Nice flowers.

Michael: I just felt bad about running out. I hope I'm forgiven. Hi, Jake. What's going on?

Jake: Hi, Mike.

Donna: Oh, Jake was just here because we were going over some things from the studio.

Jake: Yes, right.

Michael: Oh. Well, good. I donít like to see her left alone.

Donna: Jewelry?

Michael: Well, yeah. You know, right next to the flower shop, there was this jewelry shop, and I said to myself --

Donna: Oh, Michael.

Michael: "Well, guilt works."

Donna: Ah! Look at this! Oh, Michael!

Michael: Well, I looked at it, I said, "this kind of looks like her." It reminds me of you somehow.

Donna: This is beautiful. Oh, thank you.

Michael: Hmm -- look, I just want you to know all these nights I've been leaving you alone, there's not a moment you've been out of my mind. I think of you all the time, and I want you to know that -- that's all.

Donna: Hmm.

[Phone rings]

Jake: Hudson residence. Yeah. Hold on one minute. Michael?

Michael: Oh. Excuse me. Yeah, hello.

Arianne: It's Arianne.

Michael: What's -- what's up?

Arianne: We just got a lead on the red swan. Get ready to move.

Cal: Wait a minute, man. You got it all wrong.

Derek: Like hell.

Cal: I just thought you were holding out on me. You got the red swan stashed somewhere here, man.

Derek: Wrong -- no, that's where you're wrong. That's where you're really wrong. You know, your worst mistake was trying to hurt Stacey.

Cal: Now, listen, man --

Felicia: Derek, donít do it!

Cal: Help!

Felicia: Derek!

Cal: He's killing me!

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