From: Lisa Klobucar <klobuca1@pilot.msu.edu>

At 10:37 AM 11/18/96 -0500, you wrote:
>
>Here is the update for Another World for Friday, November 15, 1996 -
>unfortunately, due to a local scandal, my programming was (briefly)
>interrupted twice, and I may have missed something; mea culpa. 
>
>[Dedicated to young lovers everywhere - like Cass and Frankie, may they
>soon be reunited, better than ever!]
>
>* Gary tries a ploy to flush out Gun-Boy; Josie considers returning to duty
>* Carl and Bobby discuss Vicky and Grant, while Ryan keeps tryin'
>* Jake takes Vicky down Memory Lane, makes his pitch in Lassiter
>
>
>     STATION HOUSE - Josie and Gary arrive at the squad room, spot Grant
>cooling his heels outside Gabe's office, and quickly come up w/ a plan: 
>Josie will keep Gabe busy in his office, while Gary schmoozes w/ Grant to
>find out if he was in cahoots w/ the late Cody Mercer.  Josie drops in on
>Gabe in his office.  Gabe's glad to see her, congratulates her on how she
>and Gary handled the face-off w/ Mercer, and tells her he's putting Gary
>in for a medal for bravery.  Let's go tell him, says Gabe, heading for the
>door.  Josie tries to stall him - do I get a medal, too?  Sorry, we can't
>give medals to civilians, says Gabe.  Uh, what if I were to come back on
>the force, she suggests, to his surprise. 
>     Out in the squad room, Gary thanks Grant for helping to get Mercer
>out of their lives, he just has a couple of questions.  Grant is
>suspicious of yet another grilling by the cops.  Gary points out a couple
>of inconsistencies in Grant's story, then drops the bait: Josie and I are
>really grateful to you; if you know of any paper trail or other evidence
>that could accidentally make it look like you were in on a scam w/ Mercer,
>just tell me secretly, I'd be more than happy to make it go away for you,
>no questions asked...  [Sorry, I think I missed the next part; my update
>line said Gabe caught Gary talking w/ Grant, and chewed him out for
>possibly jeopardizing any case they might be building against Grant; 
>also, apparently Gary learned that Josie had brought up the idea w/ Gabe
>of possibly being reinstated as a cop.  Somewhere in there, Grant left.]
>      Later, in the locker room, Gary asks Josie if she was serious about
>being a cop again, he thinks it's wonderful - or was it just a stall for
>Gabe's benefit?  Both, she answers, I feel at home here, I love my job and
>the difference we can make as cops - but I still feel vulnerable, which
>was why I quit in the first place.  You have a better sense of perspective
>now, Gary reminds her, you'll be more careful.  Besides, she continues,
>it's a lousy time right now, with my mom lying paralyzed in the hospital,
>maybe I should wait.  Your mom would want you to do what makes you happy,
>he says.  WATTS! Gabe yells, entering and holding her gun out to her. 
>Here, Watts, take it, he orders her, it's not loaded, I want to see you
>handle it.  She recognizes it, takes it, looks around, and spots Mercer's
>WANTED poster on the wall.  Gary wants to tear it down, but Josie stops
>him.  She carefully takes aim at it, steady as a rock.  O.K., she smiles,
>you can take it down now.  He rips it off the wall and tosses it in the
>trash.  No more shaking, he announces triumphantly, giving her a kiss. 
>Well? asks Gabe, are you ready to be what you were meant to be, are you
>ready to come back on the force and be a cop again? 
>
>
>     VICKY'S HOUSE - Bobby is on the porch, in a rotten mood, irritably
>snarling as he repairs the railing he'd kicked apart when Vicky left for
>Lassiter w/ Jake.  When Carl appears, Bobby tells him Vicky's on an
>overnighter w/ Jake in Lassiter.  Carl snows him with a few lines of
>Shakespearean double-talk, then explains: any fool can see you're carrying
>Victoria in your heart, why not face it?  Ryan observes them intently
>through the living room window, and pops through the door to join them as
>they talk.  Bobby insists he's just an employee, here to fix Vicky's house
>(and to keep an eye on Gun-boy).  Carl notes that Jake's o.k. but not
>nearly good enough for Vicky, and urges Bobby to give Jake some
>competition.  Bobby tells him to drop it - but says he's on his way to
>Sassy's to grab a beer, if Carl cares to join him, he has a few things to
>discuss.  Carl accepts; while Bobby stashes his tools, Carl pulls an
>object from his pocket and muses over it.  Ryan comes up close behind him
>- "Dad," he whispers in Carl's ear.  Carl drops the object.  They both
>instinctively stoop to pick it up.  Ryan comes up empty, but Carl picks it
>up, it's a white knight chess piece [cool!].  They don't rise immediately;
>"I'm right here," Ryan tells Carl, trying to get through to him.  Carl
>looks transfixed, as if lost in nostalgia, but doesn't seem to actually
>hear him.  Ryan watches as Carl and Bobby leave together. 
>     Later we see Ryan alone on the porch, looking frustrated.  Vicky, he
>says aloud, just tell me what I'm supposed to do - how am I supposed to
>help you? 
>     SASSY'S - Bobby and Carl take a table and order a beer.  Bobby chides
>Carl for jeopardizing his marriage by lying to Rachel about his continuing
>pursuit of Grant.  Carl denies he's lied to his wife, he's been careful
>with his wording, but admits to being vague and misleading with her -
>sometimes a lie is necessary to protect your family.  Besides, he adds,
>your lie is worse - you're lying to yourself, about your feelings for
>Vicky.  Carl tells Bobby about how he fell in love with Rachel, he
>resisted the feelings but she cut right through his defensive walls.  She
>must have had a h*ll of a thing for you, Bobby guesses.  No, actually she
>despised me, and with good reason, Carl tells him.  But once they stopped
>fighting it, he continues, he found a happiness he'd never known before. 
>He advises Bobby to give in to his feelings for Vicky, she's very special,
>her love is too precious to ignore.  Just go home to Rachel, Bobby tells
>Carl, I'll keep my eye on Grant, the rest is my business.  He goes over to
>the bar and asks a girl to dance.  As they dance, Carl glances up from his
>table and spots Grant in the doorway, glaring at him.  Bobby sees the
>impending confrontation, and tries to quietly persuade Carl to ignore
>Grant and just leave.  But Carl is on a mission - I want justice for my
>son, he shouts.  At what cost?  Bobby warns him, backing off with
>resignation.  Carl stands and loudly announces to his fellow bar patrons
>that this man is a criminal.  My crimes pale next to yours, Grant sneers
>back.  A convicted murderer, Carl continues, he nearly got two BC cops
>killed, and fatally shot the finest one of all in the back - I don't feel
>safe in the same room with him, everyone should be told!  Bobby goes up to
>Grant and begs him not to respond, let me handle Carl.  Keep him away from
>me, Grant snarls, or I won't be responsible for my actions [like he ever
>is?].  Bobby goes back to Carl and orders him to go home.  I can't just
>switch it on and off, can't just go home to a happy home life and forget,
>Carl says.  You'll never keep me silent, he shouts at Grant, then exits. 
>Bobby confronts Grant about constantly goading Carl, and warns him he
>(Bobby) would be happy to take Grant on, if he doesn't lay off.  I
>wouldn't soil my hands, Grant smirks.  The girl asks Bobby for another
>dance.  Some other time, Bobby growls, glaring at Grant, this place
>suddenly has a big stench.  He exits.  Grant pulls out his cell phone,
>calls Rachel, and asks her for a face-to-face meeting tonight to continue
>their prior conversation. 
>     CORY MANSION - Grant goes over to the mansion and rings the doorbell. 
>Bobby answers [huh?].  I'm here to see Rachel, Grant snarls.  You'll have
>to go through me, Bobby snarls back, and I'll be happy to teach you a
>lesson! 
>     VICKY'S HOUSE - Carl returns to the front porch, still studying the
>white knight.  Why am I here, he mutters aloud, what draws me to this
>place?  Ryan draws up behind his shoulder... 
>
>
>     LASSITER - Jake is breaking into a car to hot-wire it.  He's trying
>to get Vicky in the spirit of recapturing their wild past.  She's
>appalled, as a mother she has to set a good example, what if they get
>arrested?  Sure enough, a police car pulls up with siren and flashing
>lights.  (Part of this was also pre-empted.) Apparently they recognize the
>cop from the old days, and he considered them trouble-makers even then -
>but he checks the paperwork on the car and reluctantly lets them go.  It
>turns out Jake had actually bought the car, just for this purpose. 
>Vicky's relieved, but says they've had their fun, let's head home.  No,
>says Jake, you promised to spend the night - besides, I have more stuff to
>show you. 
>     Later, they sit on a bench in the park.  Their old bowling alley was
>gone, but Vicky is munching on fries from their favorite burger joint. 
>She says she's had a good time today, but she's missing her house and the
>kids.  It'll all still be there when we get back, he reminds her.  He
>recalls how they'd carved their initials in that tree over there, and
>swore when they left that they wouldn't come back until they'd made it
>big.  I used to think that meant big bucks, he admits [easy for him to
>say, now that he HAS big bucks...].  We were young, naive, w/ big dreams,
>she agrees.  I still have mine, he hints.  He reminds her of the night
>they snuck into the Stones concert and got backstage.  That was one of the
>greatest nights of my life, she recalls fondly, feeling like I was a part
>of things instead of on the outside looking in.  Luckily, she adds, the
>only stars that impress me now are the ones in the sky.  You're even more
>beautiful tonight, he says, gazing into her eyes.  He gives a
>not-too-subtle signal, and a kid comes over with a boom box, playing a
>recording of "Embraceable You"  (Sinatra, maybe?).  Jake slips the kid
>some cash, and he splits.  Sounds like "our song," says Jake, inviting her
>to dance.  She's tickled at the gesture, and accepts.  They slow-dance,
>cheek-to-cheek, there in the park by the swings. 
>     As they dance, Vicky gazes at the stars, reminiscing.  It'll always
>be like this, won't it, she tells Jake, it'll always be Jake and Vicky, no
>matter what.  You're finally starting to see us the way I do, he answers -
>and there's something else I have to say, something I should have said a
>long time ago...  No "true confessions," she says warily, heading back to
>the bench.  He sits beside here - Lassiter isn't that bad, he says.  It's
>a dump, she replies.  But it's our dump, he answers, it's who we are, it
>makes us appreciate what we've achieved.  He continues - I never thought
>it was possible for me to change; even Paulina couldn't change me, hard as
>she tried; but since we split, I've felt different, more like myself,
>changing without really trying.  I've noticed, and so have the boys, Vicky
>agrees, you're kinder, gentler than you used to be.  It's because of you,
>Jake tells her, but she denies it.  He recalls watching how she was there
>for her sons after Ryan died, and how Jake felt like he was missing
>something.  You always wanted a family, she remembers.  I wanted a future,
>he responds, I always wanted to know what I'd be doing, who'd be by my
>side, ten years from now.  Believe me, there are no guarantees, Vicky
>says, speaking from experience.  Yes, there are, he answers, I guarantee
>that I love you!  Of course, says Vicky, we're best friends.  You know I
>mean more than friendship, he says, I love you, it feels so incredible for
>me to finally say it, don't be afraid.  I'm not, she says, floored,
>but...I can't talk about this right now.  She quickly darts over to the
>swings and sits on one, then she asks Jake to push her - higher, so high
>that the stars look close enough to grab.  Remember Jimmy Stewart and
>Donna Reed? ["It's a Wonderful Life" movie reference] he asks as he pushes
>her higher and higher - I'd do that, I'd lasso the moon for you, Vicky. 
>They both smile as she swings. 
>     Later, they sit side-by-side on adjacent swings, talking.  He asks
>her for the chance to give her the kind of love she had with Ryan, then
>apologizes for reminding her of everything she's lost.  I just take it one
>day at a time, she sighs.  I want to help, he offers.  You already are,
>she assures him.  He says he'd hoped they could come here and make plans
>and dreams like in the old days, or maybe he brought her here to show her
>that he isn't a loser anymore, that he's changed, like the "concert" he
>arranged for them earlier.  She says she thought it was wonderful, it just
>overwhelmed her, but she's enjoyed remembering their wild, fearless youth. 
>Life is still full of possibilities, the world is never what you expect,
>he tells her - it changes, and so do we - I don't know that I can ever
>take away your pain and loneliness, but I'd like to try.  He gets down on
>on knee.  "I am so full of love," he says, "and I'd like to give all of it
>to you - I love you, I always have - will you - will you..."  FREEZE
>FRAME. 
>
>
>
>[Will she?  Will she?]
>
>Until next time,
>
>Vicky (vkorosei@sinclair.edu)
>mff1
>
>(aw@online.nbc.com)
>
>
>
>
Lisa Klobucar- 100% Diva material
IAH Dept.-Michigan State Univ.
klobuca1@pilot.msu.edu
http://www.msu.edu/user/klobuca1
Ryan: Bridget are you...? Bridget: Dead as doornail same as you dear!
Ryan: Shut up!,That is so cool! AW 11/13/96
	



