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Another World Transcript Thursday 11/10/05

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Rachel: Iris always insists on these. I never understand...

Mitch: Rachel? Excuse me. Matthew--

Matt: What's wrong with Mom?

Mitch: Um, I donít know. She started to read the dance card--oh, great. First line--M. Cory.

Matt: Oh, they just used "m" instead of putting "Matthew."

Felicia: She thought it meant Mac.

Matt: He's been on her mind all day.

Mitch: Would you please stay with Felicia? I'm going to see if I can find her and get her back here.

Matt: Sure.

Mitch: Excuse me.

Woman: Hey, watch it, buddy, or your lips will end up on the floor under my foot!

Cass: Who the hell are you? I thought you--where's Cecile?

Woman: I'm not her.

Cass: No, you're not, but where is she?

Woman: Look, could we just drop it?

Cass: No, we canít just drop it. You may not be Cecile, but you're wearing an identical dress. What are you, the size 4 or size 6?

Woman: Leave me alone, you creep.

Cass: Answer me!

Woman: I donít know what you're talking about.

Cass: Let me spell it out. Where is Cecile?

Woman: How do I know? I was paid to show up here, hang out until I got the signal, then mingle.

Cass: Oh, Cecile, how stupid-- Frankie, have you seen Cecile?

Cecile: Yes, could you get me a cab, please, and quickly?

Doorman: Yes, miss.

Vicky: He is burning up. He needs a doctor.

Dora: We could try Coalville, but I doubt they're going to be open this late.

Vicky: There has got to be a stupid doctor in this town.

Dora: There's not, I told you. We either use the clinic at Coalville or we do without.

Vicky: Fine, I'll use the clinic. Where's your car? Come on, sweetheart. Where's your car?

Dora: I donít have a car.

Vicky: What?

Dora: Cars cost money, and I keep telling you, I donít have any money.

Vicky: Oh, I donít believe this. What am I going to do? This little boy needs a doctor.

 [Classical music playing]

Stacey: You look terrific.

Derek: I donít feel... never mind.

Stacey: What?

Derek: Nothing.

Stacey: Derek...

Derek: No, I decided I'm going to get through this whole night without offending anybody.

Stacey: How are you going to do that?

Derek: Well, anytime I feel like telling some stuffed shirt to go to hell, I'm going to kiss you instead.

Stacey: So we'll be making out all night.

Derek: You never know.

Stacey: Hi, Mitch.

Mitch: Have you see Mrs. Cory?

Doorman: Yes, sir. I offered to get her a cab, but she said that she wanted to walk.

Mitch: Which way did she go?

Doorman: Toward the lake.

Mitch: Thank you.

Frankie: Look, Cass, I just donít know, ok?

Cass: You didnít see her?

Frankie: What's the matter with you? Canít you keep track of your own date?

Felicia: What, Cecile abandon you already?

Cass: It's not what you think. I've got to find her.

Felicia: Why?

Cass: She's up to something.

Felicia: Little Cecile? Up to something?

Frankie: How terribly shocking.

Felicia: Really!

Cass: This is serious! Have you seen her, yes or no?

Felicia: Yes, a few minutes ago. She was over with Iris.

Cass: I know, I was over there with her.

Felicia: Well, then you know they were counting the donations.

Cass: Oh, my God, the donations. Oh, great.

Felicia: Thank you.

Frankie: I canít believe it.

Felicia: Believe what?

Frankie: I didnít think she'd really do it.

Felicia: Honey, then you donít know Cecile. And unfortunately, neither does Cass.

Frankie: Yeah, well, to tell you the truth, I donít care.

Felicia: Maybe you should care.

Frankie: Excuse me?

Felicia: If she hurts him, I have a strong feeling that he'll be knocking at your door very soon.

Frankie: Oh, is that right? Well, the door is closed and locked.

John: The life of a resident. These 12-hour shifts are killing it... especially the midnight ones. What are you looking at? What's wrong?

Sharlene: Nothing.

John: Sharlene, she'll be fine.

Sharlene: I know.

John: Do you think she'd be embarrassed if I went and asked her to dance?

Sharlene: No, I think she'd love it.

John: I'll be back. May I?

Josie: Yes.

Lucas: Sharlene, how about one dance to show your daughter we're seeing eye-to-eye.

Sharlene: Why? That would be a lie.

Caroline: Isnít it lovely?

Mark: So are you.

[Caroline giggles]

Amanda: Who is that with Caroline?

Sam: Mark Garment.

Amanda: You know him?

Sam: No, but that's Carolineís new find.

Amanda: Is he any good?

Sam: I donít know.

Amanda: Oh, look, donít worry about him, all right?

Sam: I just wondered, who are you looking for?

Amanda: I was just wondering where Mom went.

Sam: Evan doesn't seem to be here either.

Amanda: I didnít notice.

Sam: Didnít you?

Amanda: No, I didnít because I donít care where Evan is.

Flight attendant: Excuse me, sir. The pilot says we'll be landing in Scranton soon.

Evan: Thanks.

Flight attendant: Sure.

Evan: Listen, how far is Lassiter from Scranton?

Flight attendant: It's about 30 miles, sir.

Evan: Yeah, I'm going to be driving there. I'd like this plane ready and waiting for me when I get back.

Flight attendant: Very good, sir.

Vicky: Oh, I tried giving him some juice, but he wonít keep it down.

Dora: Oh, honey, maybe that's just the fever. Maybe it's not so bad.

Vicky: What are you talking about? He's burning up.

Dora: Well, I'm not saying it's good. I'm just saying that sometimes it isnít as bad as you think. You know, babies get these fevers, and then like that they're gone.

Vicky: I get so scared for him.

Dora: Yeah.

Vicky: One time, he almost died.

Dora: You're kidding, when?

Vicky: It was right after he was born--oh, honey--and he stopped breathing. Oh, I wish I knew what to do with him.

Dora: Oh, just come on and stay calm. He'll be ok.

Vicky: Jamie would know what to do.

Dora: Who's Jamie?

[Baby cries]

Vicky: Jamie is his father.

Dora: Oh, that's right, he's a doctor! Why donít you call him?

Vicky: I canít.

Dora: Well, what--I mean, at least maybe he could tell you if it's something serious.

Vicky: Dora, if I call him he's going to insist on knowing where we are, and--and then I'm going to lose him. Honey, come here. It's going to be ok. It's going to be ok. It's going to be ok, come on.

[Baby cries]

Vicky: I'm ready to use the phone.

Mitch: Rachel?

Rachel: Oh, you scared me.

Mitch: I'm sorry.

Rachel: What are you doing here?

Mitch: I was concerned about you.

Rachel: I had to take a walk.

Mitch: Yes, I know. I followed you out here.

Rachel: I had to get out of there. I never should have gone to the ball tonight.

Mitch: You shouldnít have come down here alone. This is not the best place for you to be.

Rachel: I came down here the night after the red swan was stolen.

Mitch: Did it help?

Rachel: There was a real swan floating over there. It did help. It's a different night.

Mitch: I saw the dance card. "M. Cory" was meant to be Matthew.

Rachel: I know. I realized that after I'd been walking for a while.

Mitch: I canít believe somebody let something like that happen.

Rachel: Please, it's all right.

Mitch: Am I talking too much?

Rachel: That's a first for you.

Mitch: Come on. I'm not letting you stay out here alone.

[Classical music playing]

Jake: Oh, this is nice, huh?

Donna: I canít do it.

Jake: What?

Donna: I canít do this. I'm going home.

Jake: Like hell, Donna. You're the one that dragged me down here.

Donna: Please, Jake, everybody's going to stare at me.

Jake: That's what you said you wanted!

Donna: I'm serious.

Jake: Ok, I'm being serious. The reason everyone is going to be staring at you is because you look absolutely incredible.

Donna: Jake, everybody is there the night that Michael did what he did to me.

Jake: If anyone's at fault, it's Michael. And like you said, all he's going to do is take one look at you and realize what he's missing.

Donna: You think so?

Jake: I sure do.

Donna: Well, I do look pretty good, donít I?

Jake: Come on, you hot tamale, let's go dance.

Donna: Let's get some champagne instead.

Jake: What's the matter? Afraid to be seen dancing with me?

Donna: Let's just get champagne.

Jake: All right, ok.

Lucas: I haven't seen Mitch in quite a while.

Felicia: Um, he stepped out. Where's Iris?

Lucas: She's at a short meeting for some possible advertisers at "Sophisticate." She'll be back.

Felicia: Well, it is her party, after all.

Lucas: So Mitch didnít tell you where he was going?

Felicia: I donít think you ought to worry about Mitch. He's around somewhere.

Lucas: If you were my wife... I wouldnít let you out of my sight.

Ronnie: What's the matter with Frankie?

Reuben: Things didnít work out, I guess.

Ronnie: Oh, right. I saw Cass with that blonde.

Reuben: Cecile?

Ronnie: Yeah, Cecile. That's too bad. I really wanted things to work out for those two.

Reuben: Yeah? Why?

Ronnie: Well, I like Frankie.

Reuben: Cecile and Cass go back aways, but I know what you're talking about with Frankie.

Ronnie: Well, she's good for Cass.

Reuben: Yeah, she doesn't do things by the book. That's why I like her.

Ronnie: Which is just the opposite of me, right?

Reuben: I didnít say that.

Ronnie: [Chuckles] Well, donít be so quick to put me in a box. I just might surprise me.

Reuben: Oh, now what is that supposed to mean?

Ronnie: We'll talk later -- dance now. Come on.

Reuben: Come on, now--

Ronnie: Later.

Derek: Hey, Frankie, how's it going?

Frankie: Hi. Oh, swell.

Stacey: Hey, did Cass come back yet?

Frankie: Cass who?

Stacey: Oh, I heard he went chasing after queen, so Felicia was telling me--oh, sorry.

Frankie: Oh, hey, no big deal, Stacey. I donít care what Cass does anymore.

Derek: Oh, come on, Frankie, you know you care.

Frankie: Well, I'll stop caring then, ok? The last thing I need is Cecileís leftovers, thank you.

Cecile: Yes... just enough time to get to the airport. Precision planning--I like that. Good, all right, fine.

Cass: Going somewhere, your majesty?

Cass: It's pretty obvious now what your winter fantasy is... and it has nothing to do with all that garbage about coming back to Bay City because of me.

Cecile: That's--that's not true. Cass--

Cass: It's time to take the money and run, isnít that right, Cecile? What have we got here?

Cecile: Ah--

Cass: Oh, airline tickets. To what port of call, pray tell. Geneva, home of discreet banking.

Cecile: You know what this is about? See, I knew you were in a rut, and I wanted to get you out of it. I wanted you to take a break because you need one. And--and so what I did was yesterday, I went to the travel agency, and I--oh, see, I wanted this whole thing to be a surprise.

Cass: But this is coach, darling, and you know I never travel coach.

Cecile: Oh, why spend the extra money?

Cass: Got caught a little short, huh? At least until the funds came in from the Mac Cory foundation.

Cecile: Now, I was going to tell you all about this.

Cass: About what?

Cecile: About this--the surprise. It was for both of us, darling.

Cass: Oh, yeah?

Cecile: Yeah.

Cass: Oh, so you snuck back here and packed up for both of us?

Cecile: That's right. That's exactly what I did. Look, two tickets--one, two; one for me, one for you. I wanted you to come with me. That was... fine, yes, all right, all right. I did have my own personal agenda, but you were always part of the final package. I want you to know that.

Cass: The final package?

Cecile: Yes, you and me, together at last. Please, Cass, we're great together, and you know--Cass, we could build a beautiful life together.

Cass: With money stolen from Mac Coryís foundation?

Cecile: We need this to start a new life.

Cass: Oh, my... I must really be going soft.

Cecile: What?

Cass: I hoped you'd changed.

Cecile: Now, donít you get high and mighty on me.

Cass: You must have been laughing at me all of this time.

Cass: No, I wasnít. I wasn't laughing at you. I never laughed at you. I care about you, Cass.

Cass: Oh, yeah?

Cecile: Yes. That part was all real. I just--I needed the money.

Cass: Get a job!

Cecile: Oh, donít be ridiculous! I'm not someone who earns money. I'm someone who has money-- always have, always will. It's part of me, and I canít just have a little money. I need--little's not enough. What else can I say?

Cass: I think you've pretty much said it all, Cecile.

Cecile: Cass, please try to understand. Money is--is...

Cass: All that's important to you.

Cecile: No, no. You're important to me. You're more important than money.

Cass: Ok, fine. Move in here permanently. We'll get married. We'll start saving up for a little down payment.

Cecile: I'm serious! God help me, I'm serious. I--I just donít know how else to operate.

Cass: Well, I'm going to give you a chance to find out.

Cecile: How?

Cass: I'm going to go back to the ball.

Cecile: Why?

Cass: At exactly 11:00 pm, there's supposed to be a presentation of a check to Rachel for the funds that we all raised in honor of Mac. I've been asked to introduce you as the presenter. You'd better be there, Cecile, check in hand.

Cecile: Or what?

Cass: Or you can forget you ever knew my name.

Cecile: [Sighs]

[Classical music playing]

Donna: He's coming over here.

Jake: You want me to tell him to buzz off?

Donna: No, I'll talk to him. If he's here alone, maybe it means that he and--

Michael: Hello, Donna.

Donna: Hello.

Michael: Jake.

Jake: Michael.

Michael: I notice you're spending an awful lot of time with my wife lately. Becoming good friends, are we?

Jake: Well, when people get dumped on, they can generally use a friend.

Donna: Jake, could you please go get me some fresh champagne, please?

Jake: Sure.

Donna: That was totally uncalled for.

Jake: Well, that was just an observation, Donna.

Donna: For your information, he's been helping me try to find Victoria.

Michael: How?

Donna: He drove with me to Lassiter.

Michael: Any luck?

Donna: Well, we almost found her, but apparently she'd gone.

Michael: I am sorry.

Donna: So am I.

Michael: Donna, I know that we'll find her. I know that she's all right. I'm sure of it. Donna, if you hear from Victoria, please let me know. If you'll excuse me, I have to go.

Lucas: Having a good time?

Griffen: I always have a good time at a dance.

Lucas: Stay away from Frankie.

Griffen: Why in the world would I want to do that?

Lucas: Because I said so.

Griffen: Not a good enough reason, Lucas.

Lucas: Frankie didnít tip off anybody.

Griffen: We will find out.

Lucas: Listen, the last thing I need is some loose cannon like you running around, tipping people off, getting their--their kicks by...

Griffen: Getting their kicks by cleaning up your messes?

Lucas: Catherine didnít have to be eliminated.

Griffen: She was going to give evidence against us.

Lucas: Frankie doesn't have any evidence.

Griffen: How can you be so sure?

Lucas: Back off, Griffen. Go home or something.

Griffen: This is a dance. I love dancing. It's another way I get my kicks.

Stacey: Hi. How you feeling?

Frankie: I'm much better, thank you. I just needed some air.

Stacey: Oh, good. For me? I wonder what this is.

Frankie: What?

Stacey: Derek wants me to meet him below deck.

Frankie: Below deck?

Stacey: Yeah, it's--it's an inside joke. But I can stay, and I'll talk to you--

Frankie: Oh, no, no. You go have fun. I'll be fine.

Stacey: Are you sure?

Frankie: Of course I'm sure.

Stacey: Ok, terrific, bye.

Frankie: Bye-bye.


Griffen: I donít believe we've met.

Frankie: Let's keep it that way, ok?

Griffen: I'm Griffen Sanders.

Frankie: Oh, you're the head of the new ballet company.

Griffen: Yes.

Frankie: Oh, I'm Frankie Frame.

Griffen: How do you do? Would you care to dance?

Frankie: Oh, to tell you the truth, this is not one of my better nights. I'm in a very lousy mood, but thank you--thank you.

Griffen: Well, why donít we work on changing that mood, Ms. Frame?

Frankie: Sure.

Felicia: How's it going, Jamie?

Jamie: It's going.

Felicia: I wish there was something I could say or do for you.

Jamie: So do I. The waiting is a lot harder than it sounds.

Felicia: I know how it feels.

Jamie: I know you do. Thank you. Have you seen my mother?

Felicia: Yes, she went out for a while.

Jamie: Where?

Felicia: I'm not really sure. She--she was upset, but I'm sure she's fine. Mitch is with her.

Rachel: All the stars, they make your problems seem more insignificant, donít they? Well, we should be getting back.

Mitch: Look, if you donít want to go back inside, then donít go.

Rachel: I'm supposed to be there. Everybody's been telling me that all week. I donít want to go back.

Mitch: Look, I know this hasn't been easy on you.

Rachel: I'm so sick of feeling sad.

Mitch: It's not going to always be like this. Sometime, somehow you're going to find love again.

Rachel: How do you know?

Mitch: I know these things.

Rachel: [Sighs]

[Baby crying]

Vicky: Nobody answers at the Coryís.

Dora: Well, you sure you got the right number?

Vicky: Mommy's here. Yes, I'm positive. I tried it a couple of times.

Dora: Oh, no, what are we going to do?

Vicky: I--they must have let the servants off or something because somebody's always there.

Dora: I thought you said he was a doctor. Canít you try the hospital?

Vicky: I did try the hospital.

Dora: Well, did they page him or something?

Vicky: Somebody else is covering for him, Dora.

Dora: Oh, great.

Vicky: Oh, no, he is still burning up. Come here, sweetheart. Come here. Come here. What's this?

Dora: All right, look, I was thinking, now, how did you guys get here in the first place?

Vicky: I know, I already thought about the car. But I have the car, and I donít have the keys to the car.

Dora: All right, look, you stay here with Steven. I've got a friend--Betty--I'll go call her and see if she can get us wheels.

Vicky: Ok, thank you, please

Dora: I'll be back as soon as I can, and, look, you donít worry about it.

Vicky: Ok, ok. Ok, sweetheart, ok. We're going to get you help. We're going to get you help.

[Baby continues crying] I wish I knew what to do. Oh, honey. You know what Jamie used to do? You know what Jamie would do? You know what--you know what he would do? Oh, honey--ok, ok. He'd rub your little feet. Do you like that? Rub your little feet?

[Knock on door] Dora? Dora--ok, ok, all right. Ok, ok. Oh, Evan, I am so glad you're here.

Stacey: Derek?

Derek: Down here.

Stacey: Oh, my gosh, this is beautiful.

Derek: Do you like it?

Stacey: It's so romantic.

Derek: Well, come on down. Be careful.

Stacey: Wow.

Derek: Do you remember the party on the boat?

Stacey: 25th anniversary party. Of course I remember that.

Derek: That was the first time I realized that you really cared about me.

Stacey: Was I that obvious?

Derek: No, you just had too much champagne. Can I offer you a chair, miss?

Stacey: I'd love one. Thank you.

Stacey: Oh, so are you going to try to get me drunk again?

Derek: No way. Just pouring some champagne for a toast.

Stacey: Ok.

Derek: To old times.

Stacey: And to the future. And to you never having to sneak around below deck again or hide out.

Derek: Maybe, but... I'm still going to steal you away from everyone, any time I can.

Matt: I was telling Josie, he assigned me Hardy. I mean, come on, that's pretty dry stuff, yeah. It's a little cold out here, isnít it? Nippy. So...

John: You've got to stop worrying.

Sharlene: John, how did she seem when you were dancing with her?

John: She was a little uncomfortable.

Sharlene: She's uncomfortable with Matthewís friends.

John: Still, she was very happy.

Sharlene: You see, Matthew doesn't seem to notice how--how quiet she is tonight.

John: She has to learn to help herself, and you've got to learn to let her.

Sharlene: I know. I hate it, but I know.

Olivia: Well, I hear U of C is where you go to get noticed.

Keith: Well, Berkley, I heard.

Matt: Excuse me for a moment. Listen, I have to talk to Jamie. Do you want something to drink?

Josie: No, no, I'm fine.

Matt: Ok, be right back.

Josie: Bye.

Keith: So, Josie, sorry, we must be boring you.

Josie: No, no, not at all.

Keith: Well, what's it like being a model? I mean, day after day having photographers move around you, posing you in front of the cameras all the time--

Josie: Well, it's not really like that.

Keith: Well, what do you do?

Josie: Well, I--I get my makeup on, and the clothes are usually late.

Keith: The clothes are late.

Josie: Yeah, yeah, and I do a lot of standing around--that can be hard.

Keith: The standing?

Josie: Yes.

Keith: Well, I'm sure it's a special skill.

Josie: Right. Excuse me, please.

Keith: Of course. She's not very verbal, is she?

Olivia: Well...

Jamie: I've called the police twice since I've been here, Matt.

Matt: And there's nothing?

Jamie: Nothing.

Matt: Donít worry about it. You're going to get him back.

Jamie: I keep saying that, Matt, but then I think, what if Vicky disappears for good? What if I never see my son ever again?

Vicky: And Dora is down the street trying to find somebody with a car.

Evan: Listen, I know a better way than that.

Vicky: Evan, I donít know why you showed up, but I am sure glad you did.

Evan: Listen, how long has he been sick--

Vicky: I donít know.

Evan: Aw, you come here. Oh, listen to me, Mommy says you've got a little fever. Do you have a little fever?

Vicky: See, it's like 104.

Evan: Aw, look, let me see. No, he doesn't have a fever. He's all nice and cool. Yeah! Hi!

Vicky: Honey, your fever broke! Your fever broke! There's no reason to cry! Your fever broke. Oh, I love you so much. I love you so much. I love you so much. He wants to go to Uncle Evan.

Evan: Come here, yes, yes. How's that?

Vicky: Oh, I'm sorry.

Evan: It's ok, it's ok.

Vicky: I'm so happy his fever's gone.

Evan: Well, he's--everything's going to be fine now. Yeah, see?

Vicky: Everything's fine?

Evan: Yeah.

Vicky: Oh, it was a nightmare, Evan. I couldn't get in touch with a doctor. There was no car. Jamie wasn't available.

Evan: What, you tried to call Jamie?

Vicky: Yeah, but another doctor was covering for him.

Evan: So you're ready to go home?

Vicky: I donít know. I was really ready to do anything, but...

Evan: But what?

Vicky: I donít know. I donít know. Why'd you come back?

Evan: Well, I heard him crying all the way back in Bay City. No, I was worried about you.

Vicky: Thanks.

Evan: You're welcome.

Vicky: You know, I thought I was doing all of this for him, but it's him that matters, not whether he's with Jamie or with me.

Evan: That's right.

Vicky: I canít--I canít leave him here, Evan. I canít do this to him anymore.

Evan: Listen, I know a great way to get home if you're in a hurry. You interested?

Stacey: Do you think maybe we should start thinking about going upstairs?

Derek: Why?

Stacey: You donít want to?

Derek: There'd be all those other people up there.

Stacey: True.

Derek: So, what's the rush?

Stacey: No rush, but there are some people that I would like to see upstairs. Weren't you having a good time?

Derek: Well, I wasn't having a bad time.

Stacey: You mean to tell me that you're not the social butterfly that I thought you were?

Derek: Well, I guess I spend too much time alone.

Stacey: That's the way you like it, right?

Derek: You're not like that.

Stacey: No, not really. But that shouldnít be a problem for us, should it?

Derek: It might be.

Stacey: Well, in an instant I'd give up my entire social life just to be with you.

Derek: Oh, I donít know about that.

Stacey: I would, I mean it.

Derek: I'm not sure you should mean it.

Stacey: Wait a second. Why are we having a serious conversation now?

Derek: Because the way I feel about you is serious. Because sooner or later we're going to have to sit down and talk about the future.

Stacey: Ok, but not tonight.

Derek: Ok.

Stacey: Tonight we'll just be two people who are madly in love, all right?

[Classical music playing]

Michael: So you tell me, how much of this stolen artwork can we return to Lucas?

Arianne: About 20%--enough to make him sit up and take notice.

Michael: Well, that's good, that's good. When?

Arianne: Very soon. I'll check it out and be in touch. Can you be at the Pelican in about an hour?

Michael: I can try. Arianne, I want this over as quickly as possible.

Arianne: Michael, I am not the enemy here.

Michael: I understand you're not the enemy, all right? It's just--I love my wife. I donít want to put her through anymore than I absolutely have to.

Arianne: I'll wait for instructions from you.

Michael: Maybe, just maybe we can put one nail in this guy's coffin, Arianne.

Arianne: Be careful, Michael. Lucas is nobody's fool.

Michael: Donít you think I know that?

Jake: Oh, is there anything interesting out there?

Donna: Michaelís out there with her.

Jake: I didnít think you were looking at the stars.

Donna: I want you to go out and see who she is.

Jake: Are you kidding me?

Donna: Ja--I deserve to know who she is and what she looks like.

Jake: Donna, I am not your spy!

Donna: Jake, please just go out and seeó

Griffen: You see, this is only our second dance, and you're already smiling.

Frankie: I've never danced with a professional before.

Griffen: Oh, and that's what's making you smile?

Frankie: I do like to dance.

Griffen: Good, then I'm glad I insisted.

Frankie: Are you always that persistent?

Griffen: I like to get what I want.

Lucas: Excuse me. For old time's sake.

Frankie: Uh--sure, sure.

Lucas: Thank you.

Lucas: You better careful of that man.

Frankie: Yeah?

Lucas: He's a real lady killer.

Frankie: Are you being protective?

Lucas: I just donít want to see you get hurt, that's all.

Frankie: Oh, that's real nice of you, boss. I mean, even for an ex-boss, it's real nice of you. Actually, I think I'm about ready to swear off men anyway. Yeah.

Cass: Ladies and gentlemen, may I have your attention, please?

[Music stops] Oh, good, it works.

[Guests chuckle] I hope you've all had a wonderful evening tonight.

[Applause] It's--it's certainly been--not that it's over by any means-- it's certainly been memorable for me, a little more than I'd care to think, but we wonít get into that. We are here to--for a very specific reason, to raise some money, remember? In fact, to raise quite a bit of money, at least that's the way I understand it--

[Applause] ...And we come here to raise this money to honor a great gentleman. We're raising money for the Mac Cory memorial scholarship fund--

[Applause] ...Which will be an organization devoted to providing scholarships and jobs for students of journalism. It is time to present the check for all of this great cash that we raised. Macís daughter, Amanda Cory Fowler, has graciously agreed to accept the check in his name. Amanda?

[Applause] This is certainly a great honor, Amanda, for those of us who knew and loved your father. So, moving right along, ladies and gentlemen, the treasurer of the Mackenzie Cory scholarship fund, Cecile Depoulignac was supposed to be here to make the actual presentation, but I--

Cecile: And here she is.


Cecile: And so, it is with tremendous respect for the memory of your father and gratitude for everything he gave to everyone he ever knew, that I present this check for the formation of the Mackenzie Cory scholarship fund.


Amanda: Thank you, Cecile. I am very grateful--we all are. And I'd like to thank everyone that made this possible. My father would be very proud. Thank you.


[Classical music plays]

Frankie: So, you actually did it. Congratulations, Cecile.

Cecile: Well, of course I did. I never had any intention of doing anything else.

Cass: Cecile. Cecile, wait a minute.

Josie: Lucas, can I talk to you for a minute? It's important.

Lucas: Of course. I always have time for my favorite model.

John: Oh, well, I'm off. You going to be all right?

Sharlene: I'm going to be fine. I'll go home with Frankie--I'll catch a ride with her.

John: Ok.

Sharlene: I wish you didnít have to go.

John: Me, too, but duty calls.

Sharlene: Love you.

John: I love you, too. Have a good time.

Sharlene: Yeah. No, thanks.

Josie: I want to be one of the top models in the country, but I need your help to do it.

Lucas: I'll do anything I can. What's this all about?

Josie: Tonight. I mean, I just donít fit in here. I never know what to say to these people.

Lucas: That's not true. You donít have to be--you're not expected to be some--

Josie: No, no, I am expected. They think I'm just a farm girl with no brains, and I donít want that, Lucas.

Lucas: That's not who you are, Josie.

Josie: I meant it when I said I'd work. I'll do whatever it takes. I canít do it alone. I need you to show me what to do, to change me.

Lucas: I donít want to change you. You're fine the way you are, but I love your determination, and I love that you know what you want.

Josie: Know what I need? You. Lucas, I'll do whatever you want.

Mitch: It's certainly cold in here.

Rachel: Yes.

Mitch: Why donít I light a fire?

Rachel: All right.

Mitch: It's already ready.

Rachel: Well, thank you. You should be getting back to the ball.

Mitch: I donít want to go back, not until I know that you're ok.

Rachel: You have to stop doing this.

Mitch: What do I have to stop? Stop caring? Stop thinking about you? Look, I've tried, and I canít, and it's not just because I'm concerned about you.

Rachel: Mitch--

Mitch: Wait a minute. Just hear me out. I woke up thinking about you. I thought about what happened at the warehouse.

Rachel: But we have to forget that. It didnít mean anything. You were hurt. I was frightened--

Mitch: I keep thinking about holding you.

Donna: I just want you to know that we have not given up, that we're still trying to find Victoria and Steven, and we will if we can.

Jamie: Yes, well, if my sister hadn't misled me, we might have found them by now.

Amanda: Jamie, I'm sorry. You know I am.

Jamie: Sorry doesn't fix things.

Amanda: I honestly thought that I was doing the right thing. I thought that--that Evan was going to bring Vicky back.

Jamie: Obviously you were wrong.

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