From: Lisa Klobucar <lisa@ah5.cal.msu.edu>




FRIDAY UPDATE


Hey, guys - this is my first update since we changed computer systems; 

hope it turns out o.k.  Here is the Another World update for Friday, July 

21, 1995:

* Rachel Advocates International Health Care Reform
* Justine Just Can't Get Good Help These Days
* Ryan a Near No-Show for Vicky's Birthday
* "Bunny" Questions His Identity
* Paulina and Joe Test the Waters


E-MAIL FROM SWITZERLAND?
Rachel/Greta/Braun

     Rachel lies in bed, pretending to be sedated.  Nurse Greta is taking
her pulse, when someone down the hall cries out for help in French.  When
Greta goes to check, Rachel grabs her medical chart and discovers she's in
Switzerland, noting the name and address of the clinic.  She hears the
door rattle and tries to resume her fake sleep, but the chart drops with a
clatter as Braun enters.  Rachel acts irate that Braun woke her up;  Braun
examines her eyes and accuses her of not taking her pills and faking it. 

She wants to put her back on the IV, but Rachel protests that her arm is
too bruised up to stick in another IV, just because it's more convenient
for Braun - go ahead, call the Doctor, he'll be delighted to get a
midnight call from you!  Braun backs down, then Rachel asks her to help
her try to walk - maybe it'll tire me out, and the doctor said to try. 

Braun is annoyed, but agrees to support her arm.  Rachel rises, then sinks
back on the bed holding her head.  Told you so, Braun snorts.  Then Rachel
asks for more water, she's all dried out.  That's from the medication,
says Braun.  Told you so, Rachel retorts.  Braun sniffs and exits, 

leaving the door ajar.  Rachel rises, totters to the doorway, then tears 

some tape from her IV patch and tapes over the latch.  She scurries back 

to bed and plays possum as Braun returns, leaves the water, and exits.  

Rachel gets up, listens at the door, then escapes into the hallway.
     As she tiptoes around the clinic, she's startled when she runs into
someone, but it's a fellow inmate dancing to unheard music.  She invites
Rachel to join her, but Rachel says very nice but no thanks (in French),
and keeps going.  Once she's nearly caught by Braun, who is hustling the
dancing patient back to bed.  Rachel makes her way to the [unlocked!]
office, tries the phone but gets nowhere - then she spots the computer. 

She makes a beeline for it, turns it on, and starts in on the keyboard. 

As she frantically types, Braun approaches the office door and starts to
turn the handle... 



I TRUST YOU HAVE REFERENCES?
Carl/Ryan/Justine

     Carl is toiling at his computer in the living room, when the doorbell
rings (repeatedly).  Carl dashes to the door to greet Ryan with annoyance,
telling him to quiet down, he'll "wake the beastie."  Ryan says he's
sending over Detective Lucy Dolan undercover to apply as Candy's
replacement - Carl objects, but Ryan says he needs protection.  From what?
asks Justine, suddenly appearing at Carl's side.  Didn't you tell her?
Ryan asks Carl, stalling for time; No, you tell her, Carl says.  They make
up this (pretty lame) story about how they're writing a book together,
about fathers and sons, and finding one's child after a lifelong
separation.  Justine wants to read it, but they say it's not nearly ready
yet - you'll be the first.  Ryan suddenly remembers he has to get home for
Vicky's birthday, and exits [see below].  Why protection?  Justine still
wants to know.  All those dangerous people in my past, says Carl.  Then he
asks her if she's had any visitors tonight - someone left their reading
glasses on the coffee table.  Obviously Justine's (and not Rachel's), she
tries to cover that she's needed them for a long time but she was too vain
to admit it, but she finally broke down and got some.  Well, Carl prods,
if you have to wear these granny glasses, what about the rest?  He takes
down her hair, saying he's noticed she's been wearing it tied back so
severely lately, he likes it loose around her shoulders - and this black
shroud of a dressing gown, where's your summer wardrobe?  I like change,
he says, but don't try to please me by becoming another woman!  She starts
to walk away, reading her newspaper at arm's length.  Carl follows and
hands her the glasses - can't have you bumping into furniture, he says. 

What about your ponytail, no one wears those anymore, Justine finally
retorts.  You used to love them, Carl laments, didn't you say you shed a
private tear when your son Matthew cut his off?  That was so long ago,
Justine bluffs.  It was less that a year, Carl tuts at her, calling her
bluff.  She changes the subject - let's have brandy in our room, I'll tell
Candy we don't want to be disturbed.  By whom? asks Carl with amusement -
you must have some strange jet-lag, you haven't even noticed that Amanda
and Alli are gone; trouble in Brava's L.A. office, they're there
indefinitely until the problems are solved.  [Did Carl engineer this to
get them out of danger?] She looks disturbed; don't worry, he says, your
children always come back home.  Justine volunteers to give Amanda a call
in the morning, then carps about Candy's absence.  Oh, says Carl (with
perverse pleasure), I fired her - I wouldn't have her in this house
another moment, after all the terrible, disturbing things she said about
you!  He acts reluctant to give details, but she insists.  O.K., says
Carl, she called you a "humorless [expletive deleted]" and an "overbearing
cow" [hee-hee-hee!], among other things, so I fired her.  Good, agrees
Justine; only, now what?  No problem, says Carl, I've called the agency,
they're sending someone over tonight - ah, there's the doorbell now!  Carl
exits and ushers in Lucy, introducing her to "my beautiful wife, Rachel." 

Carl approves Lucy on the spot, but Justine demands they interview her:
first rule, she says, always keep these sliding doors closed, and announce
all guests.  Yes, Ma'am, says Lucy.  Sounds good to me, says Carl, you're
hired.  Justine isn't satisfied - but Carl reminds her: it was you
(Rachel) who hired dippy Candy, I rest my case, Lucy's qualified. 

     Justine exits to make up Candy's old room; Lucy asks Carl "What's 

the deal?" - your wife thinks she's the Queen of England, and you look 

like...well, Ryan didn't tell me much, but I'm here to protect ANYONE who 

needs it - so play nice.  Carl nods, and directs her to her room.  He 

returns to the computer; shortly, Justine appears behind him (wearing 

white now), and starts kissing his neck.  Alone at last, he says 

soberly.  I know what you want, she coos, it's been so long...  She pulls 

him to his feet and takes down his ponytail; you give me ideas, he says 

[mainly strangulation?] as she nuzzles him.  He removes her belt, drapes 

it around the back of her neck, and starts leading her toward the 

stairway - as his computer beeps...


IT'S HER PARTY, AND SHE'LL CRY IF SHE WANTS TO
Vicky/Ryan

     Vicky, looking forlorn, sits home alone eating cheese flips (scooping
up icing from her birthday cake with each one), humming "Happy Birthday"
to herself.  Ryan, who has just come from Carl's and knows he's
unbelievably late, takes a breath outside the front door and enters to
face Vicky.  The cake server is sticking up out of the middle of the cake 

where she stabbed it, and she sits like a statue on the sofa.  He tries 

to apologize for being late, it couldn't be helped, I've been trying to 

get here all day.  What's her name, the other woman? Vicky accuses 

icily.  I waited for hours, she says, checking the watch on the chain 

around her neck - this watch is from Michael, at least he showed up.  At 

least you weren't locked in an attic this year, Ryan tries to joke, but 

Vicky's not amused.  I thought these flowers were from you, she continues 

("Matt and Donna," Ryan reads from the card); I jumped at every car, the 

kids expected a picnic, but you never came.  We can picnic tomorrow, he 

says, what's the real problem?  She sits quietly: this is my first 

birthday without Jake, she says (Ryan admits he'd forgotten); no matter 

what, he always made a big deal about my birthday, and now he's gone, and 

I really needed you.  He can't believe she'd think he was having an 

affair; he was out trying to save a family, she and her sons are all the 

family he has and he's trying to protect them all.  He gets more and more 

agitated, finally exploding, I'd never walk away from you the way my 

mother walked out on me!  [Strange segue - even stranger to Vicky.]  

Vicky urges him to just spill what's on his mind, but he says he can't, 

he would if he could, just believe he was trying to get here all day.  

Better have been life or death, she remarks, softening.  It was - it is, 

he says solemnly.  She apologizes for thinking the worst, and he 

apologizes for not being there.  They decide neither of them is used to 

this kind of love, they'll have to work on it.  Forgive me? asks Ryan.  

Depends - what's my present? she answers.  They kiss, smiling.


WHY DOES BUNNY LIKE JUNK FOOD?
Jake/Allison

     At his San Francisco digs, Jake sniffs at the veggies and dip that 

Allison has provided.  He admits he's craving cheese flips and those 

cupcakes with the cream filling.  Allison says she's glad he told her 

about his amnesia, and about the faceless woman he's been dreaming 

about.  She could be my wife, he warns her, you don't need a guy with 

no memory, you deserve better.  He has no clue who the woman is, she's 

always moving away and he can't get to her.  Is that why you can't 

sleep much lately? she wonders.  Jake: "You're a good sport, Al."  

Allison: "Tell me about it."  She tells him to cancel their dinner 

order, she has a surprise for him.  Then she asks if he thinks he loves 

this dream woman, whoever she is.  I don't know, he answers.  He's 

relieved to be able to talk freely: Where's all my stuff? he wonders; I 

must have had a car, but I had to take a limo to the airport - from 

this podunk town so small they ran out of limos because of some poor 

slob's funeral...  Was my car stolen?  My stuff must be in my house - 

or maybe my trailer?  Am I really a nerd, who wore Hawaiian print 

shirts and went bowling every week?  Or maybe I'm an alien - or 

possessed by the devil, like that chick on daytime TV?  [Good one, 

writers...]  You woke up in a ditch, Allison reminds him, with a 

headache, $75,000 in a duffle, and a wallet with Bunny Everhardt 

I.D.  I'm sure my name's not "Bunny," he muses; there was no address 

in my wallet, like I didn't want to be found; the laundry ticket led 

me to San Francisco - the shirts fit, but not the..uh..other stuff 

[e.g., Bunny's dresses?].  Then I flew to Monte Carlo, met you, and 

started winning - what if I was a total chump before you?  No, she 

reminds him, you're a whiz at business and the stock market [thank 

you, Spence], you couldn't lose.  You're my shining star, he tells 

her.  Allison (coyly): "I bet you say that to all the girls."  

Jake (wistfully): "Maybe I do."  They kiss.
     After they make love, Jake lies quietly, deep in thought.  Allison 

brings him a glass of champagne with a strawberry in it, and asks what 

he's thinking about.  No one - I mean, nothing, he says (to her 

distress).
     Later, Allison surprises him with a feast of cheese flips and 

cream-filled cupcakes.  He cheerfully sits scooping out the cream filling 

with the cheese flips - yum, yum.  But he wonders about his penchant for 

junk food; maybe he doesn't belong in her world, he feels like a fraud.  

She says she doesn't care about his past, she wants him now.  But if I 

don't know who I was, how can I know who I am, he wants to know.


COLD WATER, WARM LIPS
Joe/Paulina

     Joe shows up way early for his date with Paulina, she's not nearly 

ready and looks a fright, but he doesn't care.  As she's getting 

presentable, Joe notices that all her pictures of Jake are gone.  Paulina 

says she got rid of them: Rachel still displays Mac's picture because he 

mattered, he build their home and family; but Jake just brought misery, 

nothing she gave him was ever enough for him, I don't need that kind of 

memories.  He had it all, says Joe, he had you.
     Paulina and Joe share a picnic by the lake (bay?), in front of a 

roaring campfire.  Paulina tells how she used to walk by the lake alone 

at night when she was a kid, trying to count the stars reflected in the 

water.  It was o.k., but lonely, she admits; but it's not lonely now.  

Joe looks like he's about to kiss her, but he doesn't.  He says he 

doesn't want to rush things, they have all the time in the world.  Don't 

count on that, Paulina advises.  He remarks that he never noticed stars 

in the water before; she says she used to want to jump in the middle of 

them.  Let's do it, he says, undressing; he has a swimsuit under his 

clothes, but he was so nervous he forgot to tell Paulina to do the same.  

Doesn't matter, he says, swim anyway.  She gives him a funny look, and 

get gets embarrassed that she'd think he brought her here to get her 

naked.  I'd never do that, he says.  He urges her to take a chance and 

jump in, and she agrees.  He goes first, howls at the cold water, and she 

follows, fully dressed.
     After their swim, Joe and Paulina sit shivering by the fire, sharing 

a blanket.  Paulina asks about Eddie; he 's fine, says Joe, probably 

walking on air - but right now it's just the two of us, at last.  Again, 

he almost kisses her, but instead notes how cold she looks.  She claims 

she's fine, great, couldn't be better - then they look at each other, 

giggle, and decide to head home.
      When he drops her at home, they're both wearing B.C.P.D. t-shirts.  

She says she enjoyed her first real date in years;  he talks a mile a 

minute about how she had to find the right person, he'd never push her, 

they barely know each other...  Joe! she interrupts - shut up and kiss 

me.  They share a couple of tentative kisses, then one long, romantic 

one.  Then they gaze into each other's eyes.  FREEZE FRAME.


That's it,

Vicky (vkorosei@sinclair.edu <-- note new address)


              












