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Original posting of Episode 10:

Date: 25 Dec 96 22:04:18 GMT
From: kmp@harlequin.com (Kent Pitman)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.tv.soaps.cbs
Subject: Y&R: Another Way Out, episode 10
Message-ID: <KMP.96Dec25220418@excel.harlequin.com>

"Another Way Out" takes plotline state at time of publication and shows that
there are interesting places right around the corner.  The goal, besides
having some fun with good-natured parody, is to challenge the notion that we
must be mired in certain tired plotlines for months just to have a good time.
There is always another way out...

   Archives of this and older episodes of "Another Way Out"
    as well as the more serious "morals" that underly them,
    can be found at:  http://world.std.com/~pitman/awo/index.html

INSIDE... * Tim is Taken by Surprise by Danny
        * Victor is Taken aback by Ryan
      * Mary is Taken with Lynn

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ANOTHER WAY OUT, Episode 10, 25-Dec-96  by Kent Pitman (kmp@harlequin.com)
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Without calling ahead, Tim arrives at Phyllis's wearing his rug.  He
rings the doorbell.  Danny opens the door.  Both stand perplexed for a
moment, uncertain what to say.  "I, uh, ..." Tim stammers.  Danny
says, "I know you!" Tim hesitates, then manages to say "You do?" Danny
nods.  "You're the guy in the picture--the one who went on that trip
with Phyllis."  Tim is uncertain that his guise is so secure, but
plays into it.  "Uh, yes, that's right.  But I see she's busy so I'll
come back another time."  "Oh, no," says Danny, "I've moved in here
now.  And you aren't interrupting--please, come in."  Tim's brain is
racing at a mile a minute looking for an excuse, but assertiveness is
not his strong suit.  "Uh, ok," he says.  Danny ushers him in to the
couch and starts to yell, "Phyllis!" He turns to Tim.  "What's your
name, so I can tell her you're here?"  Tim can feel the noose
tightening around him.  "Tii--tom. Tom."  "Phyllis, Tom is here."

Mary and Lynn are together on the couch at Mary's house watching TV.
"Well, it's getting late and I really should be going.  Your son's a
harsh taskmaster and I have to be at work very early," Lynn explains.
"Perhaps you should just stay here for the night," Mary says.  "No
thanks, Mrs. Williams.  I've spent one too many nights on the couch at
work; I promised myself I'd never do it again."  "Who says you have to
sleep on the couch," Mary replies.  "Mrs. Williams,--" "Mary," Mary
says interrupting.  "Mary, are you hitting on me?"  

Ryan enters Victor's office.  "Thank you for coming.  I just wanted to
let you know you should pack your bags.  I'm sending you to the Far
East." "Is this because of the situation between me and Vikki?" Ryan
asks.  "No, it is not," Victor lies.  "Excuse me, Mr. Newman, but
that's a lot of bull.  I'm not going to just uproot my life for you.
I quit."  He storms out, leaving Victor flabbergasted.  "Quit?
Connie, get me Mitchell Sherman."  "Yes, Mr. Newman."  

Mary, realizing that her long-secret lust for Lynn is finally out of
the bag, sighs.  "Lynn, people of my generation don't know how to have
conversations about `hitting on people'.  Let's just say it's been
lonely since Carl's been away, and I--" Lynn, suddenly able to put
into perspective the years of special attention Mary has lavished upon
her vicariously through Paul, is taken aback but tries to be polite.
She stands in the door, about to leave. "Mary, I--" "It's the age
diference, isn't it," Mary volunteers.  Rather than admit she is
dyed-in-the-wool heterosexual, Lynn decides to go for the socially
convenient out.  "That's it, Mrs.  Williams.  Exactly.  It's the age
difference."  Mary gives her an understanding smile.  "Well, if that's
all it is, I'm sure I'll be able to introduce you to some very loving
women your own age.  Good night, Lynn."

Phyllis enters from the kitchen.  "Tom??" She sees Tim.  "Oh, Tom!
Tom, how are you?"  "I'm just fine, Phyllis.  Danny here was just
saying how he recognized my face from the photo of our trip."  Danny
smiles, "That's right.  But you seem so familiar... not from there...
I just can't place it."  Tim tries to dismiss the thought, "A lot of
people say that.  I just have one of those faces, I guess."  Phyllis
also tries to diffuse the situation, "So, Ti--Tom, how's work?"  She
turns to Danny, trying to impress him, "Tom's a doctor.  He saves
lives for a living."  Tim blushes.  "Uh, well, of a sort.  I'm uh--a
pathologist, actually.  Forensic pathologist."  He grimaces as her lie
gets him in deeper and deeper.  He continues, "That `life saving'
thing is an in joke; it's really just bodies we save."  His paces
increases as he feels more out of control.  "Most people find quite
dull.  Uh, could we--" Danny says, "Doctor.  I know who you remind me
of -- Dr.  Reid, our marriage counsellor!"  Phyllis and Tim shoot
worried looks at each other.  "Uh, that's right, Danny!  Tom is Dr.
Reid's son.  That's how I met him--in the waiting room, waiting for
one of my counselling sessions."  Tim rolls his eyes, but Danny
doesn't see.

Victor's office phone rings.  Victor, still alone, puts it in on
speaker.  "Mitchell?  This is Victor Newman.  Ryan MacNeil has quit.
Can he just do that?"  "Of course he can, Victor.  He is an employee,
not a slave."  "Are you quite sure?"  "Yes, Victor.  Quite sure.
Slavery was abolished in the last century."  "Well, I'll be damned,"
Victor mumbles.  "What was that, Victor?" Mitchell asks.  "Uh, never
mind.  Mitchell, I want you to buy Ryan MacNeil's apartment building
and have him evicted.  Victor, you've tried that before.  His wife
Nina owns the building and won't sell."  Victor shakes his head.
"Well, offer her more money."  "You don't understand Victor, she
doesn't want to sell to you.  She knows what you'll do."  "Then I
can't just get my way?" Victor asks.  "That's right, Victor."  Without
another word, Victor hangs up the phone.  "I'll get you Ryan MacNeil.
No one stands up to Victor Newman and gets away with it.  No one!"

"So you're Dr. Reid's son, huh?  Wow, small world.  How's he doing, by
the way?  I visited him recently and he had a really bad cold."  Tim
is now resigned to just saying whatever comes out of his mouth.  "Oh,
he's much better now.  Thanks."  Danny continues, distracted, "Boy, I
bet he never would have imagined in a million years all that has
happened since the divorce hearings--you going with Phyllis on a
romantic vacation, and then me moving in--ooh, I'm sorry.  I'm being
very inconsiderate.  It must be really awkward for me to be talking to
you about this when you two were just recently--I mean.  Wow.  I
really have been putting my foot in my mouth.  Say, maybe your father
would have some good advice about how to proceed here.  Could you call
him up and maybe we could all drop by his office and tell him what's
been going on and see what he thinks of recent events?"  "Uh, I'd
think that would be a pretty major conflict of interest, wouldn't you,
Danny?" Phyllis urges.  "You know," Tim interjects, "I'd completely
lost track of the time." He makes a quick apology for having to run
off and exits.  "Huh," Danny says, still mulling the situation.
"You're probably right about the conflict of interest.  Well, we'll
just invite the pair of them for dinner some night, what do you say?"
"Oh, I'm sure it would be quite a lively evening," Phyllis chuckles,
adjusting her apparel for an alternate strategy in distraction.
"But forget about that pair for now..."