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Original posting of Episode 14:

Date: 10 Jan 97 20:17:44 GMT
From: kmp@harlequin.com (Kent Pitman)
Newsgroups: rec.arts.tv.soaps.cbs
Subject: Y&R: Another Way Out, episode 14
Message-ID: <KMP.97Jan10201744@romulus.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... * Nathan Gets a Visitor
        * Cricket Gets a Visitor
      * Nikki Gets a Visitor
    * Carl Gets a Visitor

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ANOTHER WAY OUT, Episode 14, 10-Jan-97  by Kent Pitman (kmp@harlequin.com)
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Hotel room with ceiling fan and overly flowery decor.  Yes, definitely the
Caribbean somewhere.  Neil and Olivia enter laughing; Olivia carries a
near-empty champagne bottle.  "I can't believe it was so easy!" she
exclaims.  He agrees: "It WAS easy, wasn't it, Mrs.  Winters?  Aren't these
Caribbean islands great for that?  They've really branched out, you know.  I
remember when illicit banking was all they were good for, but now they have
such a range of useful services.  The combination divorce/remarriage package
that came with our `Second Honey/Second Honeymoon' package here at the hotel
was a great deal!"  Neil says.  Then he continues, "Now I can just call up
my attorney and get him to work on taking Lily away from Dru."  She just
nods as he continues, "Can you believe the way Dru has been lately?"  Little
Nate runs in, interrupting.  "Mommmmmy, mommmy!" he cries.  "Uh, Nate. Hi...
I thought you went to bed already," she says.  "I diiid but I hearrd you two
come back and I came to see what was going onnn.  Is Neeeiil going to be my
new daaaddy?" he asks with excruciating enunciation.  "That's right, Nate,
and soon you're going to have a sister, too." Neil promises.  "Now go back
to bed because your mommy and I have a little something we need to
consummate."  Nate looks to his mother curiously, "What's connnsummate,
Mooommmmy?" he asks.  "It's like celebrating, Nate...  But only for adults.
Run along now."

Lynn is in the office when Phyllis rushes in.  "I have to see Paul and the
B--Cricket," she says. "I have something important to tell them." "Well,
they're not here right now, Phyllis.  I think they went to Mrs.  Williams'
house for dinner."  Phyllis looks frantic.  "Is it about the wedding?" Lynn
asks.  "There isn't going to BE a wedding," Phyllis says.  "Oh, my!" says
Lynn.  "Well, they won't be back tonight, so you shouldn't wait around."
Phyllis fumes in circles until she achieves exit velocity, then storms out.

Back in the non-descript completely generic Caribbean island hotel room,
Neil and Olivia are again alone.  "I am so glad you and I see eye to eye on
these things," Neil says.  "Oh, I know, I just can't believe she was going
away all the time like that and just leaving you."  "Oh, it's not that,"
Neil explains, "I was upset about that but not enough to leave her.  It was
more the principle of the thing--I mean, when I lay down the law, that
should be that.  I won't have my woman questioning me.  Anyway, it's good to
know we're past all that.  So, have you given any thought to what you'll do
now that you have a little free time on your hands?"  "Free time?" Olivia
asks.  "After you quit at the hospital.  That's why you married me, isn't
it?  To be able to just stay at home and take car of Lily and Nate, right?"

Paul and Cricket enter the office where Lynn has recently said good-bye to
Phyllis and Danny.  "Oh," says Lynn, "Phyllis was just here looking for
you."  The two look puzzled.  "I told her you wouldn't be back tonight.
Aren't you having dinner with Mary?"  "Yes," said Paul, "but Mom's at a
church thing, so she told us to arrive late.  What did Phyllis want?"  "She
sounded pretty frantic," Lynn says. "Maybe it had to do with the cancelled
wedding."  "Phyllis and Danny cancelled their wedding?! Wow..." Cricket
picks up a phone and calls Phyllis's apartment looking for Danny, but Danny
is not there.  The phone continues to ring as Phyllis enters the front door
and answers just in time.  "Hello?"  "Uh, Phyllis," Cricket says trying not
to sound surprised. "I was looking for Danny...  But maybe you can help.
Lynn says you were just here and that you called off the wedding?  Can that
be right??"  Phyllis sees an opportunity.  "I was just where?" she says,
feigning confusion. "At Paul's office?  Cricket, I just got out of the
shower.  I haven't been out all day!  I'm afraid your source is wrong.  And
of course the wedding isn't cancelled, at least not that I know of.  Don't
you know how much I've wanted this?"

It's the hotel lobby and Olivia is in a light trench coat with a scarf
around her face so she is barely recognizable.  "Pssst." she says to the
manager behind the desk.  He walks over to her.  "Yes--uh,--ma'am is it?
Are you sure you're not overdressed for this weather?"  "I wonder if you
have any ... uh, ... well, I saw a rat in our room and I--" "A rat?  I'll
have someone come up and--" "No, I wouldn't want to put anyone to any
trouble; it's just--if you had some rat poison, I'd be happy to deal with
the matter myself."  The man gets a big smile on his face.  "Rat poison?
No.  But I do have our "Regrets Only" special room option--it comes with two
champagne glasses, one spiked with an untraceable poison.  I could have it
sent up with a saucer, and you could pour some champagne out for the rat to
lap up."  Olivia looks suddenly more at ease.  As she releases the scarf,
she mutters to herself, "Boy, these hotels really ARE branching out in the
services they offer.  Sure, have it sent up to the Winters room."  "Very
good ma'am.  The glasses will be marked `his' and `hers'... I assume the rat
will have his saucer poured from the `his' glass?"  "Uh,--that's right," she
says. "But don't worry about the saucer.  It's a big rat.  He can drink from
the glass."  "Goodness!" the manager says.  "Oh, and do remember not to do
that foolish thing where you link arms and use the wrong glass."  "With a
rat?"  she asks with a wink.  "Ah yes.  Forgive me.  I'll have it sent right
up and billed to your new husband's account," he says with a smile.  "Will
you be checking out in the morning, then?"  She nods.  "Very good, I'll have
everything arranged.  Your refund check will be waiting at the desk when you
pass through on the way out."  "Refund check?" she asks.  "For the unused
flight coupon--rats are not native to this island, they usually fly in. Look
around for its flight coupon, I'm sure it's nearby.  And you never know when
you might prefer straight cash for the purchase of champagne and other
niceties on the trip home.  Good night ma'am."

Nick and Sharon are driving in the car from Genoa City when they see a car
whiz past at an impossibly fast speed.  "Wow, says Sharon, that guy was sure
in a hurry.  He must have been going 400 miles per hour."  Nick nods.  "422
m.p.h., actually," he says proudly.  Sharon looks surprised that he would
know such a thing.  Nick volunteers, "I computed it as a practice problem
for my math class last term.  You didn't see who it was?"  Sharon shakes her
head, "Of course not.  How could I see at that speed?"  "I didn't see
either, but it's obvious--it was our step-father--well, my step-father.
Your gynecologist."  "Now I'm really confused.  Why would Joshua be driving
so fast?"  Sharon asks.  Nick continues knowingly, "Haven't you ever seen
him drop by to see mom when someone cancels an appointment?  Do you realize
how far it is from his office to the ranch, and how short the average
appointment is?  If he didn't drive that fast, he and mom would have no time
with each other when he got there!"

Neil has just dialed the phone, which rings in Dru's apparentment.  Malcolm
answers.  "This is Malcolm," he says into the phone.  Neil pauses a moment.
"I want to speak to my daughter," he says.  "She ain't your daughter any
more, Neil."  Neil shakes his head as if Malcolm could see.  "No, Malcolm,
Dru is not my wife, but my daughter and I--we share that special bond that
will never be broken."  "Yo, look here, Neil, but I've got bad news for you.
That special bond, you ain't got it.  She's my daughter and you can just
forget about her... permanently I mean, not like you usually do for weeks at
a time."  "Hey, you're not making sense, brother.  She's my daughter and--"
"No, Neil, she ain't.  I slept with Dru and she's my daughter."  "Now listen
up, Malcolm, 'cuz this is may be something they don't explain to you on the
streets where you were hangin' before you got that high-powered studio and
all, ya know, but you don't get to sleep with the mother after-the-fact and
have her daughter become yours."  "No, you listen, Holmes.  You ain't
hearin' me.  I slept with your wife before--while you was married.  It was
just a little misunderstanding.  Anyway, Lily is my daughter and you can
just forget about her.  I'm tellin' you man, your special bond with her
turned out to be a junk bond, so just chill, will ya."  Neil freezes,
confused, then finally says, "Uh, look, I gotta go.  My new wife has ordered
up champagne.  But this is not over, ya hear?  You tell my former wife, ok?
I'm'onna be coming for li'l Lily.  You tell her."

Cricket and Paul are in Paul's office.  "Paul, I'm worried.  Why would Lynn
say the wedding was cancelled if it weren't?  Did she just make it up??"
Paul shakes his head, "I don't know.  Maybe Phyllis was lying."  "Well,
maybe," says Cricket, "but I called Danny and he didn't know anything about
it either.  I can imagine Phyllis lying, but not about this.  And Danny
would tell us if it were canceled.  Sooo, since he didn't, it makes me think
Lynn is being REALLY WEIRD."  Paul is quiet for a moment, then says, "You
don't think this could be connected to our trip downtown, do you?"  "To the
police?"  Cricket asks.  "Yeah, maybe she's trying to distract us from
thinking about that."  "You could be right, Paul, Lynn had every motive to
want me injured!  I wonder if she's the mystery attacker we almost closed
the book on." Paul thinks some more.  "Sounds more like something Phyllis
would do."  "Maybe," says Cricket, "but Phyllis had no motive to run us
down--having us together was the best thing for her in her attempt to get
back with Danny.  I don't think it could have been her.  Lynn, though...
don't you notice the way she has posters of you in the women's rest room
stalls?"  "I never go in there," Paul responds.  Cricket says, "Oh, right.
Well, she does... and I'm starting to wonder if maybe it's not just some
mild crush, maybe she's..."  Paul looks at Cricket with a sudden look of
fear.  "You might be right, Cricket, but we have to treat this delicately.
Let's just be on our guard and look for other clues.  It's time for Mom's
dinner."

Nate is holding the phone.  "Helllloooo? ... Aunt Druuuu? ...  This is Nate!
I'm callllling to tell you that we're coming hooome soon.  I HAD a new
daddy, too, but now I don't. Mommmy and my new daaaddy were connsummating
but I wasn't because I'm not a adult and so I had to just watch.  But then
suddenly my new daddy got really still and Mommy said he was just waiting to
go visit my real daddy in Heaven.  I asked if I could go too because I
THOOOUGHT you couldn't visit, but she wouldn't lettt me.  Then there were
poliiice and doooccctors EVERYWHERE.  And now mommmmy and I are going to go
up in the skyyyyy too but we WON'T be going to heaven.  We won't even be
able to SEE it.  We'll just be returning to Gennnoa city...  Bye Aunt Dru."

It's the end of another filling meal for Paul and the Bug at Mary's house.
The Bug gets up and helps Mary take the dishes to the kitchen.  "You know,
Mary," she says as they enter the kitchen, "you really do well for a woman
with no income.  You have money to shop, and to live comfortably.  And you
raised all those kids--it must have been so hard to save money as you did.
I just have to ask: How do you do it?  Were you just really careful with
your investing?"  Mary replies, "Why, Christine, I never did any investing.
And what gives you the idea I don't have any income?"  "You mean you do?"
"Yes, two of them.  Come, I'll show you."  She leads the perplexed Christine
down some stairs to the basement, where we see a large glass window looking
in at a room where Carl Williams works at a desk.  "Can he see us?" Cricket
asks.  "No, that frustrates him too much.  So I had this barrier put
in--it's one-way glass... and soundproof," she says proudly.  "And he's just
trapped in there?  Mary!" she half-whines/half-scolds.  "Oh, he's used to it
by now," Mary says matter-of-factly.  "I keep him well fed, and he just
works away for me."  "Works? All alone like that?  Does he have an internet
connection?"  "Oh, I couldn't have that.  He might learn how to make a bomb
or something and then he'd be free.  No, he's all cut off from the outside
world in there."  "But then how can he work?"  Mary gives a good laugh.  "I
should make you guess, but you probably never would--it took me forever to
figure out that out.  He's got the perfect job, where he can stay locked
away ignoring current events, fashion, changing societal attitudes and
speech patterns."  "What is he? A historian?"  "Not exactly, Christine, but
you're very close!  He writes soap opera scripts..."