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Another World Transcript Tuesday 12/6/05

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[Knock on door]

Rachel: Who could that be? Just a minute. Iris.

Iris: Oh, Rachel, thank heavens this is your room.

Rachel: What on earth are you doing here?

Iris: You wouldnít believe the time I've had trying to get here. Oh, I'm sorry. Did I wake you?

Rachel: I wish you'd called first.

Iris: Oh, I'm terribly sorry. I know it's so late, but I've been driving for simply hours. I had to stop 3 times and ask directions.

Rachel: Wait a minute. Who told you I was here?

Iris: Amanda did, of course. Well, this is very cozy, but couldn't you have got a suite?

Rachel: What's the problem, Iris?

Iris: Oh, business, of course. I'm sorry. I'm not authorized to sign these yet.

Rachel: I see.

Iris: I hope you understand. They just couldn't wait. I'm leaving for New York tomorrow.

Rachel: Oh, so "Sophisticate" is going to press finally.

Iris: Yes. I'm so thrilled. It's extremely satisfying.

Rachel: Any last-minute glitches?

Iris: Oh, no. Not a one. Everything's going very smoothly. It couldn't be better.

Amanda: Oh, great. This has to be the last of the page proofs.

Evan: This is like being back in high school doing a patch job on the annual.

Amanda: Yeah. Right. Hello, Amanda Fowler. Yes, we just got them. Thank you. Ok. You know, some part of me really wishes that I was still back in school. At least I'd have something to work with. I wouldnít be guessing all the time.

Evan: As long as we get this in on time.

Amanda: Ok. I would really like to put out a hit on Bill Powell.

Evan: Well, then, you're gonna have to stand in line.

Amanda: I mean, I can understand the slime ball quitting, but leaving with the boards? It took months to prepare. Where's my pen?

Evan: Amanda, what do you think about the new artwork for the page?

Amanda: It's not as good as the old stuff. Dammit. I wish we had time to reshoot.

Evan: I'll tell you what I'll do; listen. I'm gonna go through the picture file, and maybe I'll come up with something better.

Amanda: What? In two hours? Wait, let me call Mitch. Maybe he's here.

Vicky: Well, you guys are really into it.

Amanda: Vicky.

Vicky: Is it like this every day?

Amanda: We hope it will never be like this again.

Vicky: Oh.

Evan: Vicky, what can we do for you?

Vicky: Well, I talked to Hilda. She said Sam left and Amanda was working late, so I decided we should talk about the article tonight rather than wait until tomorrow morning.

Amanda: Is she for real? Are you for real?

Vicky: Iris wants this article to run as soon as possible.

Amanda: Please. Not now, Vicky.

Evan: This is really a bad time. You see, we've got a crisis here. We have an 8 A.M. deadline.

Vicky: Mm-hmm.

Amanda: And it would really help us out immensely if you would leave.

Evan: Yeah, right. So, listen... I've gotta call the art department.

Amanda: Lenny, hi. It's Amanda. Look, before you do anything else, I really, really need you to get the layout for page 49 and 50.

Frankie: Dance with me. I love this song. Come on.

Griffen: Oh, that's spontaneous.

Frankie: Am I too forward?

Griffen: Well, I like directness.

Frankie: Oh, me, too.

[Frankie laughs]

Cass: Excuse me. I'd like to cut in.

Griffen: This isnít the forties, old man. No one cuts in in the nineties.

Cass: Well, call me old-fashioned.

Griffen: I donít mean to be abrupt, but get lost.

Frankie: Griffen, it's all right.

Griffen: What is?

Frankie: I'll take care of him.

Griffen: All right. I'll be at our table.

Cass: This is more like it.

John: Sharlene... what's going on?

Lucas: Hello, John.

John: Sharlene.

Sharlene: John, I'm so glad you came.

Lucas: Excuse me. I see some friends over there. Nice talking to you.

John: You want to tell me what this is all about?

Sharlene: I'm sorry, but were you trying to get hold of me?

John: What's going on with Lucas?

Sharlene: What do you mean?

John: Well, you were so direct with him this afternoon.

Sharlene: I know I was.

John: And then I walk in here, and it looked like you guys are good friends. What happened?

Felicia: The competition is doing pretty well. I mean, this place is busy.

Mitch: Now, we're not here to compare Tops. We're supposed to have a good evening, relaxed with a change of pace.

Felicia: I know, and I love you for it. It's nice to be out with you like this.

Mitch: Good. Let's grab this table.

Felicia: Ok. Oh, Mitch, look.

Mitch: What?

Felicia: It's Cass and Frankie. They're dancing.

Mitch: Closely.

Felicia: Maybe they've worked everything out. Wouldnít that be wonderful?

Mitch: Who knows? This might be a lucky place.

Cass: I had a feeling this evening would end on a positive note.

Cass: Being here on the dance floor like this reminds you of the night of your reunion, doesn't it? Remember? The dance that changed everything. Come on, Frankie. It's all right. You can admit it. You're happy I came here tonight, aren't you?

Frankie: Cass.

Cass: So why donít you just dump this Neanderthal you came with?

Frankie: What?

Cass: I'm not much for threesomes.

Frankie: You know something? You have got one hell of a nerve.

Evan: Listen. I'll get them down as soon as I can. It's the best I can do, ok?

Vicky: Excuse me. Could you please tell me what is going on around here? Somebody--excuse me. What is this crisis?

Evan: Connie said that as long as we get them down, they'll get on them right away.

Vicky: Excuse me.

Evan: What?

Amanda: Wendy, look.

Vicky: Could you please tell me what's going on?

Evan: Our editor--our ex-editor--he got unnerved because Amanda got the publisher's job over him.

Vicky: Now, that I can believe.

Evan: So when he left, he took the boards, and he scrambled the computers.

Vicky: What are boards?

Evan: Boards are the things that we need to get to the printer. Otherwise, we donít have a magazine.

Vicky: Oh, you have to redo everything?

Evan: Cover to cover.

Vicky: Hmm, my. Well, how's it going?

Evan: Well, it's a little tough to say right now. Donít you think?

Vicky: Well, I mean, if you could tell me a little bit.

Amanda: We are under a lot of pressure. It's going very slowly, so if you donít mind--

Vicky: Well, why donít you let me help you?

Amanda: That's very sweet, but to be very blunt, you donít know how to do anything.

Evan: Right. Vicky, I think the best thing for you to do is to put on your little coat and go home and leave us alone to work, ok. Thank you. Now, Amanda, where were we?

Amanda: Ok. I think we can reconstruct everything except the Janet Casey profile. We have no backup for that one.

Evan: Well, didnít you get a hold of the writer?

Amanda: Well, she's on assignment in Ethiopia. I tried.

Evan: Well, it's too late to start from scratch.

Amanda: All right. Well, we're just gonna have to replace it. I didnít want to. I thought it was a great counterpoint to the issue.

Evan: Who was Janet Casey anyway?

Amanda: She was put in jail for contempt when she wouldnít allow her 4-year-old son to have unsupervised visits with her ex-husband.

Evan: Well, was the guy abusive or something?

Amanda: Yeah. That's what it was. Look. Anyway, we're gonna have to replace it. I hate to do it. It really was a good piece.

Evan: Well, we donít have any choice.

Amanda: You donít have any other ideas?

Rachel: Well, I've never heard of a brand-new magazine going to press for the first time without there being some problems.

Iris: No, just the usual delays.

Rachel: Yes, of course.

Iris: Nothing we canít handle.

Rachel: Good.

Iris: Well, you didnít come here to do business, so I'll be going.

Rachel: Tell Amanda I'll talk to her tomorrow.

Iris: You know, I think that she really misses you.

Rachel: Well, I miss her. I miss my whole family.

Iris: Do you want me to give any of them any messages?

Rachel: No. I'm in touch with all of them.

Iris: Ok, fine. Rachel, I'm really impressed with what you're doing.

Rachel: You donít have to humor me, Iris.

Iris: No, I'm not. I really mean it. I think it took a lot of courage.

Rachel: I'm fine.

Iris: Yes. I just donít understand what you're doing in this, uh--

Rachel: Why I have chosen a motel?

Iris: Yeah, exactly.

Rachel: I guess I'm trying to get back to the way my life was before I knew your father... a life that was more simple and more anonymous.

Iris: But what are you gonna do?

Rachel: Get a job, do some thinking.

Iris: A job? What kind of a job?

Rachel: Working in a gallery, I hope.

Iris: Oh, well, you shouldnít find that too difficult.

Rachel: Actually, I'm not having much luck.

Iris: Oh, come on. As soon as they hear of your reputation, they'll be thrilled to hire you.

Rachel: They're not gonna hear about my reputation.

Iris: Everybody in Chicago knows who the Coryís are.

Rachel: I'm not using my married name.

Iris: Why not?

Rachel: Well, as I said, I want a little anonymity. I want to see how far I can get by myself.

Iris: Well, people in the art world must remember the name Rachel Davis.

Rachel: Actually, they donít. It's been years since I've had a show. How quickly they forget.

Iris: Yeah. But you still want to pursue it?

Rachel: Yes, I really do.

Iris: Good for you. I'll leave you in peace.

Rachel: I'm sorry you had to come all this way just to get me to sign something.

Iris: Well, that's all right. It was quite relaxing doing all that driving. I had my favorite Horowitz playing. I enjoyed it.

Rachel: Take care.

Iris: You know, Rachel, whatever it is you're looking for here, I hope you find it.

Rachel: Thanks.

Cass: What are you saying?

Frankie: No.

Cass: No?

Frankie: One dance and you want to start running my life?

Cass: I wasn't running your life. I assumed you might want to ditch the guy.

Frankie: The guy happens to be one of the greatest dancers in the world.

Cass: Big deal.

Frankie: And I was having the time of my life.

Cass: Oh, yeah, right.

Frankie: I certainly wasn't thinking about you, ok?

Cass: Which is why you fell into my arms when I asked to cut in.

Frankie: I did not fall into your arms.

Cass: You care about me, Frankie.

Frankie: Not anymore, I donít.

Cass: You canít cut off your feelings like this.

Frankie: I didnít cut off anything. You did that for me.

Waitress: Excuse me. Mr. Blake has a phone call.

Mitch: Yes.

Felicia: Mr. Blake? Sounds a little serious.

Mitch: Yeah, this is Mitch. Hi, Connie. What? Ok, ok, yeah. Yeah. I'll be over there as soon as I can. Thank you.

Felicia: Over where?

Mitch: Cory complex.

Felicia: Now?

Mitch: It looks like someone has tried to sabotage the first issue of "Sophisticate."

Felicia: You're kidding.

Mitch: Look. I'm gonna go over there and do what I can do. They're trying to put it back together tonight.

Felicia: Well, how long do you think you're gonna be?

Mitch: Oh, I donít know. If we can get the negatives together, it shouldnít take too long.

Felicia: Amanda must be so nervous.

Mitch: I think frantic. And it's gonna take a miracle to meet the deadline.

Felicia: Donít worry about me. Go over there and do whatever you can do to help. I'll be fine.

Mitch: We'll do this another night.

Felicia: You bet. I'll get a cab. I'll meet you at home.

Mitch: I'll see you later.

Felicia: All right. Tell Amanda I said good luck.

Lucas: Are you all alone?

John: Sharlene?

Sharlene: I donít know what to say.

John: You can start by telling me why all of a sudden so friendly with Lucas?

Sharlene: I'm not.

John: Come on.

Sharlene: John, I am just trying a new tactic.

John: New tactic?

Sharlene: Yes, because fighting with Lucas wasn't getting me anywhere, so I decided that I should try seeming a little friendlier. That way I can really see what's going on between Lucas and Josie.

John: Oh, Sharlene, I donít know.

Sharlene: What? You donít know what?

John: This just isnít your style. This is not the way you do things.

Sharlene: Sure it is.

John: No, it isnít. You're always upfront.

Sharlene: Yes, but that wasn't getting me anywhere, so I decided that I had to do something else. And, John, you know I would do anything to protect Josie.

John: Yeah. I know that she needs some protecting. She's a lot more vulnerable than we thought.

Sharlene: Did something happen?

John: No. It's just I overheard Lucas talking to her.

Sharlene: I really want to talk about this and hear about it. I really do, but not now.

John: What do you mean not now?

Sharlene: Right now I would enjoy being alone with my husband.

John: That's gonna be a little difficult to do in a crowded room full of people.

Sharlene: So we donít have to stay here. The hostess I was filling in for is back.

John: Oh, in that case, can I interest you in a ride home?

Sharlene: Mm-hmm.

John: Let's go.

Waitress: It's "split the tips" time.

Sharlene: Oh, I almost forgot.

Waitress: Forgot our bread and butter.

Sharlene: Oh, which reminds me. Bread and butter. The chef promised me a little care package to take home.

John: She really seems to like you.

Sharlene: Yeah, they all do. Kind of made myself at home here.

Evan: Thanks. Boy, I sure hope Lenny hangs in there.

Amanda: Four more pages and we should be out of the woods.

Evan: I tell you, I canít remember the last time it was I sat down.

Amanda: My feet are numb.

Evan: Yeah. Well, we've done a lot of work.

Amanda: I know. I just hope it's good. I canít believe Iris had to get that signature tonight.

Evan: All right, all right. What do you want to substitute for the Janet Casey profile?

Amanda: Oh, gosh. I have been going over everything. I haven't come up with one piece.

Evan: Look, we got some time. Why donít we just think about it?

Amanda: I donít want to think anymore. My mind's been going 100 miles a minute.

Evan: Well, yeah. A lot has happened tonight.

Amanda: Sam leaving. The mess here.

Evan: I know. Your life's like a... like a roller coaster, huh?

Amanda: I want off.

Evan: What do you mean?

Amanda: I mean every time that I think I get my head above water, something else happens, and I'm pulled right back under again.

Evan: Amanda, you may not think you're making progress, but you are.

Amanda: What progress?

Evan: Well, you're the one who can turn this potential disaster into a triumph.

Amanda: Yeah, well, I'm glad you think that way.

Evan: Listen to me. You pull this off, you walk right up to Iris, you look her straight in the eyes, and she'll know that you deserve this job.

Amanda: Thanks. I needed that.

Evan: And I'll do whatever it takes for you, Amanda, to help pull you through the night.

[Knock on door]

Mitch: Here are the negatives. I'm glad I could find them.

Evan: Oh, well, we appreciate that, Mitch.

Mitch: Well, I just hope they're in time.

Evan: Yeah, listen. Why donít I run these down to art? Thanks.

Amanda: Thanks for coming over on such short notice, Mitch.

Mitch: Any word from Sam?

Amanda: No, not yet, but he's only been gone a couple of hours.

Mitch: Yeah. Well, I guess it takes a while for him to get settled in.

Amanda: Yeah. I'm sure I'll hear from him tomorrow.

Mitch: I hope he comes back home.

Amanda: I know. Me, too. Shouldnít be long and I think time's gonna go pretty quickly.

Mitch: Maybe things can be different. Maybe the two of you can work it out.

Amanda: Yeah, sure.

Mitch: If that's what you want.

Amanda: Of course that's what I want. It's all I've ever wanted.

Mitch: Ok. Any word from your mom?

Amanda: Yes. She's staying at a motel. I guess she'll be there for a little while.

Mitch: A motel in Bay City?

Amanda: No. Some distance away. Look, she's asked us all to respect her time for herself, and we're trying to do that. I hope you understand.

Mitch: Of course.

Vicky: Iris, you're back.

Iris: But what are you doing here?

Vicky: I need to talk to you. I've been waiting here for two hours.

Iris: Well, I'm sorry. I canít discuss it now. I've just driven all the way back from the edge of beyond, and I haven't got time for chitchat.

Vicky: No, this isnít chitchat.

Iris: Oh, by the way, I spoke to Rachel, and she's very lonely. You should call her.

Vicky: She said she was gonna call me.

Iris: Oh, well, I'm sorry. "Sophisticate" is in a crisis, and I canít talk about--

Vicky: Yes, I know. That's exactly why I'm here.

Iris: What do you mean?

Vicky: Well, I know all about the crisis. Amanda said that the lead article is missing.

Iris: What?

Vicky: Yes. The one about the woman who didnít let her kid--

Iris: Oh, not the Janet Casey profile. My goodness. That's the one I authorized myself.

Vicky: Well, it's missing, and it needs to be replaced.

Iris: Well, now I have to try and rectify that situation--

Vicky: Use my story.

Iris: What?

Vicky: My story about taking Steven to Lassiter. Use it. It's almost the same thing.

Iris: Oh, donít be silly. Steven was never in any danger--

Vicky: That's not the point.

Iris: Well, what is the point?

Vicky: Desperation. What a woman will do to be with her kid or to keep her kid safe. May not be right or wrong, but it is the truth.

Iris: Fine.

Vicky: What?

Iris: Write it.

Vicky: Really?

Iris: But it has to be ready by tomorrow morning.

Vicky: Oh, I'll work here all night if I have to. You know, Iris, I will be able to help you and not only with this magazine.

Iris: Now what are you talking about?

Vicky: You have to go to New York, right?

Iris: Right.

Vicky: Well, I will keep an eye on Amanda and tell you everything that she does.

Iris: Yes, I suppose you could.

Vicky: Only if I'm a permanent member of the team here.

Iris: Yes. I'm beginning to see the merit in your plan.

Cass: I just donít get you.

Frankie: Griffen's waiting.

Cass: Let him wait. I have pursued you as relentlessly as I have ever pursued anyone.

Frankie: Am I supposed to be flattered by that?

Cass: I apologized for not telling you about Cecile and me until I was blue in the face. I impersonated Chris Kringle. I made a complete fool out of myself today as squeegee man.

Frankie: That was a good one.

Cass: What else am I supposed to do?

Frankie: Nothing. You've already ruined everything between us.

Cass: I'm not gonna beg, Frankie.

Frankie: No one's asking you to.

Cass: All right, fine. You remember this. When you're alone tonight in bed, you did this, not me.

Frankie: Did what?

Cass: You kept us apart. You made a big deal about Cecile. You blamed everything on me, and it's you, Frankie. That's what this is really about. You're scared, and you wonít face up to it.

Frankie: I--you--


Griffen: No need to apologize. I understand.

Frankie: Oh, I wish I did.

Griffen: I'm sorry.

Frankie: No. I'm sorry. Look, Griffen. I am really not up for this tonight. Would you mind if I went home?

Griffen: He gets to you that much, does he?

Frankie: Oh, no. It's just this has not been a good night for me.

Griffen: Well, will you at least allow me to take you home?

Frankie: Home is a few blocks away, and I would really like to walk.

Griffen: It's freezing out there.

Frankie: I know, but I'm hoping that'll help clear my head and let me think straight. But I'd very, very much like a rain check if you're still interested.

Griffen: I'm still interested.

Frankie: Good. Then it's a date. Good night, Griffen.

Griffen: Good night.

Felicia: So off he went to rescue "Sophisticate."

Lucas: And poor you. You and Mitch haven't had a lot of evenings out lately.

Felicia: Oh, well.

Lucas: Yes, but lucky me. I got a chance to spend some time with you.

Felicia: You know, I tried calling you. I got your machine.

Lucas: Yeah. I've been spending a lot of time at the magazine and with Josie. Why donít you leave me a message?

Felicia: I donít know. I just thought I'd wait until I saw you. Josieís very sweet, isnít she?

Lucas: Yes, she is. And I think I spent time with her just because it's like I wonder what it would be like to do something like this for our daughter.

Felicia: Does that make you feel better?

Lucas: Yes, it does. It's also very nice to spend some time with an old friend.

Felicia: I would really like a glass of wine. How about you? Ok?

Lucas: I'd love one, but I have to get back to the "Sophisticate" crisis.

Felicia: Yeah, you kind of hold Iris' hand.

[Music crescendos] Or she'll go crazy.

Lucas: Fanny, let's do this again for real. Have lunch or a drink and talk-- I mean really talk.

Felicia: Yeah. Of course we can.

Lucas: All right. I'll call you.

Felicia: All right.

Lucas: I'll call you soon.

Felicia: Good night, Luke.

Lucas: Hello. It's Lucas. Is the shipment ready? Good. I'm coming over there to see no one tries anything.

Sharlene: [Sighs heavily]

Sharlene: Let somebody else deal with that.

Sharlene: [Exhales loudly]

Sharlene: [Sighs]

John: Oh, I think I scratched up the side of the truck. I skidded on the ice, and I went into the garage.

John: Little late for coffee, isnít it?

Sharlene: Yeah. Yeah, it is. It's just an automatic reflex.

John: Oh, boy, it's cold out there.

Sharlene: What's in the box?

John: This box? Well, we wonít know until you open it up.

Sharlene: You donít know what's in it?

John: No. I donít know what's in it. Take a look. It's addressed to you.

Sharlene: Me?

John: That's what it says. It's got your name on it.

Sharlene: John, are you kidding? Did you do this?

John: No, no. I didnít have anything to do with it.

Sharlene: Well, then, who sent it?

John: Well, we wonít know until you open it. Maybe Josie.

Sharlene: Yeah, maybe.

John: Well, go on.

Sharlene: No. What?

John: Well, open it!

Sharlene: No, no, no. Not yet.

John: Not yet? "Not yet" is coming from the woman who tore open your Christmas gifts with such reckless abandon that you opened two of mine by mistake? What do you mean?

Sharlene: You'll never let me forget that, will you?

John: You nut. No, I'm not gonna let you forget it. Come on. Aren't you curious?

Sharlene: Yes, I'm curious, but I am also terribly tired, and I can wait until morning.

John: No, you canít.

Sharlene: Mm-hmm.

John: No, you... isnít this gonna drive you nuts?

Sharlene: What's gonna drive me nuts is not getting up into that bed.

John: Oh, well, if you put it that way, I could escort you there personal.

Sharlene: Yeah, maybe after I get some more milk, ok?

John: Oh, you donít need more milk.

Sharlene: I do, and then I'll be right up. I promise, ok.

Sharlene: I'll be up.

John: I'll be waiting.

Sharlene: [Indistinct response]

Sharlene: Oh, what's happening to me?

Lucas: Ok. I'm on my way. Fanny. You need to use the phone?

Felicia: No. I was--I've got to go back and get my purse. I left my compact in it.

Lucas: Oh, yeah. Well, I better hurry. Iris said it's a madhouse over there.

Felicia: Yeah. I bet it is.

Lucas: You take care.

Felicia: Yeah. I will. Good night, Luke.

Lucas: Good night.

Griffen: We have to talk.

Lucas: I'll call you.

Griffen: Right now.

Lucas: I'm busy right now.

Griffen: It's about Michael Hudson.

Lucas: What about him?

Griffen: We have to decide what we're going to do with him.

Cass: How long have you been here?

Felicia: Hi, honey.

Cass: Hi. Are you alone?

Felicia: Yeah. I am now. Mitch had to leave.

Cass: Did you see Frankie?

Felicia: She left awhile ago.

Cass: Good riddance.

Felicia: What, honey?

Cass: I got her to dance with me. I told her how I felt about her. She said forget it. Do you believe it?

Felicia: That's very nice.

Cass: What do you mean, it's very nice? Didnít you hear what I just said?

Felicia: Uh, no. I'm sorry. I didnít.

Cass: Something's wrong. What is it?

Felicia: It's Luke. Lucas.

Cass: What about him?

Felicia: I caught him in a lie.

Vicky: You wonít be sorry.

Iris: I better not be.

Vicky: I'm exactly what "Sophisticate" needs. And my article--I know exactly how I want it written, how I want it structured--

Iris: All right. Why donít you stop talking and start structuring. Here. Take that.

Vicky: Oh, good idea. I'm just gonna call Bridget, and then I'll get--

Iris: Perhaps you better tell her that you wonít be home this evening.

Vicky: Right.

Iris: Oh, and there is coffee in the staff room if you need it--when you need it, actually.

Vicky: Iris?

Iris: Mm-hmm?

Vicky: What if Amanda doesn't like our little plan?

Iris: You leave Amanda to me.

Iris: [Sighs]

Iris: [Mumbling] Number...

Iris: Yes. Could I speak to Ray Winston, please? Ray? Iris Wheeler.

[Chuckles] You old devil. Look, I'm sorry I'm calling so late, but I wanted to ask a favor of you. Yes. You remember my late father's wife Rachel Cory? Uh-huh. Well, she's moved to Park Ridge. Yeah. Of course I know you've got an art gallery there. I wondered if you're familiar with her work. Oh, very talented. Yeah. Listen, um, if she comes by, would you offer her a job? A consultant, anything? Yes. I'd be so grateful. Look, she might be going by her maiden name Rachel Davis. Yeah. And I think she'd be upset if she thought that I'd gotten her the job. Exactly. Mum's the word. You're a love. Love dinner. And regards to Helen. Talk to you. Bye. Oh-ooh-ooh-ooh. Well, that should put Rachel out of Cory for a while. Poor ole Rachel. All alone in that terrible motel room.

[Humming] Uh, yeah, Jill, could you order some--a floral arrangement for me please, to be sent to Rachel Cory? Yes. The address is Park Ridge motel, 33 Park Ridge Road, Room 217. Yeah. Put it on my card. Thank you. Bye.

Mitch: I was hoping you would understand. Do you know what it's like? Do you remember what it's like to be alone?

Rachel: Frankly, no. It's been too long. I canít even remember what it feels like to fend for myself. That's why I want to do this.

Mitch: Look. Why are you doing--what are you trying to prove?

Rachel: I'm not trying to prove anything. I hoped that you guys would understand that I need to do this. I'm not trying to hurt anyone. I'm just trying to get on with my life.

Mitch: Yeah. Without your family or friends.

Rachel: I'm not doing it for that. Boy, you guys are a tough group.

Mitch: I just donít want to see anything happen to you.

Rachel: Mitch, it's Christmas. Go home and be with Felicia. She needs you.

Cass: What did he say?

Felicia: Who?

Cass: Who? Lucas. You said you caught him in a lie.

Felicia: Yeah. I did.

Cass: What lie? What did he say?

Felicia: Oh, it was something about Iris.

Cass: Am I supposed to guess at it, or you gonna tell me?

Felicia: Honey, it really isnít important.

Cass: Of course it was important. You didnít hear a word I said about Frankie.

Felicia: I'm sorry. I'm here now. Go ahead. Tell me what happened.

Cass: Nothing.

Felicia: But I saw the two of you dancing, and you looked like everything was fine.

Cass: Yeah. Then she walked out on me. At least she didnít leave with that weasel.

Felicia: What weasel?

Cass: The dancing weasel, Griffen Sanders.

Felicia: I know you're upset about Frankie, but Griffen Sanders is a very nice man.

Cass: Are you serious?

Felicia: Yes. I met him.

Cass: I'll agree he can plie with the best of them. But a nice man? Uh-uh.

Felicia: Cass, he's a very good person.

Cass: Lucas is a very good person.

Felicia: He is.

Cass: A liar but a very good person.

Felicia: I should have kept my big mouth shut is what I should have done.

Cass: I'm sorry. That was a cheap shot. But face it, honey. When it comes to Lucas, you are blind.

Felicia: I really donít want to fight about this tonight, ok.

Cass: Ok. Ok. I donít want to fight about it either.

Felicia: Good.

Cass: But canít we talk about it rationally? What do you know about Lucas?

Felicia: Oh, for heaven sakes, I grew up with him.

Cass: Lately. What do you know about the man today? Do you have any idea what he does?

Felicia: Everybody knows what he does. He's an advertising genius.

Cass: Yeah. He's into a lot more than just advertising. Believe me. Look over there. Did you have any idea that Lucas was friendly with Griffen the weasel? Huh?

Felicia: No. But so what?

Cass: I donít know yet, but I'm gonna find out.

Felicia: What do you have against Luke?

Cass: Lucas is a man with a lot of secrets, and I donít trust that.

Felicia: You of all people are talking about a guy with secrets?

Cass: Ok, fine. End of discussion.

Felicia: Good.

Cass: Does that make you happy?

Felicia: Yes.

Cass: Fine.

Felicia: Thank you.

Cass: Good. Can I give you a ride home?

Felicia: No, thank you.

Cass: You sure?

Felicia: Yeah. Mitch is going to pick me up here later.

Cass: Are you mad at me?

Felicia: No, I'm not.

Cass: Good, because I couldn't stand it if you were mad at me.

Felicia: Donít do that charm stuff.

Cass: It works. I'll talk to you tomorrow.

Felicia: Good night.

Cass: Good night.

Lucas: Keep your voice down. Tell me what you've got.

Griffen: The man who shot Michael Hudson--his name is Fred Lacey.

Lucas: Lacey? He's with the club.

Griffen: I know.

Lucas: That's interesting.

Griffen: It looks like they've brought in their own man to take care of Mr. Hudson.

Lucas: Yeah. So it seems.

Griffen: Yes. Are you going to bring him in?

Lucas: It's what he wants.

Griffen: You saw him?

Lucas: Just tonight.

Griffen: What did you tell him?

Lucas: I told him to take a trip. We donít know if he's setting us up. You know, you canít just walk away from the club.

Griffen: What are you going to do with him?

Lucas: I'm gonna let this hand play itself out.

Griffen: Need I remind you that our client is getting very restless?

Lucas: I'm aware of that.

Griffen: Well, then, Mr. Hudson could get us off the hook.

Lucas: Play it my way.

Griffen: We have been playing it your way for weeks.

Lucas: I've got to go.

Griffen: Where?

Lucas: I have something more important to attend to.

Amanda: I really donít know what could be that urgent, Iris.

Iris: I want to speak to you both.

Amanda: Look, we're dealing with a deadline here. I really donít think we--Vicky, what's going on?

Iris: I understand the Janet Casey profile canít be replaced or rewritten?

Evan: That's right. We have tried everything.

Amanda: We're looking for a replacement article right now.

Iris: I already have one.

Evan: You have?

Iris: Yes. I'm going to replace it with Vickyís article.

Amanda: You gotta be joking.

Iris: No. I couldn't be more serious.

Amanda: Let me get this straight. You want to fill in the blanks with something that isnít even written yet?

Iris: Exactly.

Amanda: Let alone polished.

Iris: You're right.

Evan: How, Iris? There is no time.

Iris: Amanda can interview Vicky. It'll only take a couple of hours.

Amanda: Oh, is that all I have to do?

Iris: Mm-hmm. I'm sorry. I canít understand the objection.

Amanda: Let me lay it out for you, Iris. First of all, I donít want to be the one to write Vickyís article. And second--

Iris: Yes, what?

Amanda: It takes weeks for a writer to do something like that. I canít even come up with a good lead sentence in two hours.

Iris: Well, it'll be an acid test for you, wonít it? It'll take all your talents and all your abilities.

Amanda: What do you mean by an acid test?

Iris: Well, if you pull it off, maybe you'll show everyone that you can run this magazine.

Amanda: I can pull it off, Iris. The question is--is Vickyís article worth it?

Iris: Well, I think it is, and I think it's time you concentrated more on the magazine and less on your personal differences--

Evan: Oh, come on, Iris. She's been beating her brains out for this magazine.

Amanda: And so has everybody else. I'm handing her a golden opportunity. She can save the magazine and maybe make a name for herself at the same time.

Amanda: What do you think?

Evan: I think that you might find Vickyís article more interesting than you think.

Amanda: You agree with her?

Evan: Write it, Amanda. You'll make it great. Go on.

Amanda: All right. Give me 10 minutes. I've got comfortable clothes here. I'd like to change.

Vicky: Well, looks like we'll be working together.

Amanda: I hope you're up to it, Vicky. This is gonna be a long night.

Vicky: I'm up to it.

Amanda: I'm talking about work. Grueling work, not just a lark. Got it?

Vicky: Got it.

Amanda: All right. I'll see you in my office in 10 minutes. Sharp.

Frankie: Sharlene? Anybody home? Sharlene--oh!

Sharlene: Shh.

Frankie: I'm so relieved. I didnít get a chance to talk to you in the Pelican, and I have had such a day. And I thought to myself, "if I go home now, I will have such an attack of insomnia, I wonít be able to sleep, and I'll want to call her, and I'll want to tell her all about it, but it'll be too late, and then--then I'll--" what is that?

Sharlene: Beautiful, huh?

Frankie: Is it real?

Sharlene: It looks real.

Frankie: Feels real. Whose is it?

Sharlene: It's mine apparently. At least that's what it says on the label. It was sent to me.

Frankie: By whom?

Sharlene: Well, John found the box out on the stoop. He thinks maybe Josie sent it.

Frankie: Pssh, right. I know Josie is making some decent money now, but a fur coat...

Sharlene: Josie did not send this.

Frankie: You have an idea who did, donít you?

Sharlene: Yeah, I have an idea.

Frankie: So tell me.

Sharlene: Lucas.

Frankie: Lucas? Oh, come on.

Sharlene: What? You sound so surprised.

Frankie: Well, why are you surprised that I'm surprised? I mean, what possible reason could Lucas have for sending you a fur coat?

Sharlene: Either he's trying to get me off his back about Josie...

Frankie: And he couldn't send a dozen roses?

Sharlene: Or he's just trying to be deliberately cruel.

Frankie: I donít get that, Sharlene.

Sharlene: Frankie, this is exactly like something I would have had back then.

Frankie: So?

Sharlene: So Lucas knows that!

Frankie: Sharlene, you're beginning to sound a little paranoid.

Sharlene: Who could have sent it, then?!

Frankie: Great-Aunt Millie in Cedar Rapids. She's married to that rich lawyer. Now, she was always crazy about you.

Sharlene: Frankie, she died two years ago.

Frankie: She did? Nobody told me that.

Sharlene: I told you that. Must have slipped your mind.

Frankie: Ok. So it wasn't great aunt Millie.

Sharlene: No.

Frankie: Wait.

Sharlene: What?

Frankie: There's gotta be a receipt or an order form or something like that in here, right?

Sharlene: Maybe.

Frankie: Leave it to your P.I. cousin.

Sharlene: Frankie, what are you gonna do?

Frankie: I'm gonna call their 1-800, 24-hour number. Yeah. I'll ask a few questions. See what they're up to. Yeah, it's ringing. Hello. Yes. I have in my possession here a fur coat. It was ordered from your exclusive boutique here in town. Right. The order number is 62989. Yes. I was wondering if you could tell me how the coat was paid for? Thank you. Sure. I'll hold. I'm a genius, right? Oh, hi. Yes. I see. Oh. Yeah. Uh, thank you. Thank you very much.

Sharlene: Well?

Frankie: Sharlene, um--

Sharlene: Frankie, what is it? Come on.

Frankie: It was paid for by credit card.

Sharlene: Whose?

Frankie: Yours.

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