AMC Transcript Wednesday 12/12/01

 

All My Children Transcript Wednesday 12/12/01

Provided by Suzanne
Proofread by Kathy

>> Previously on "All My Children" --

Laura: I got a loft space.

Brooke: A loft space near Greenlee's neighborhood?

Laura: In the same building.

Anna: If you want to continue on with me, I'm not going to stand around and watch you fawning over Dixie.

Greenlee: I've sucked up to you far too long to walk out of here without telling you what I really think of the legendary Erica Kane.

Anna: Hi. Have you seen Dr. David Hayward? Oh --

Jake: Hello, Anna.

Anna: Hi, Jake. Is David up to his elbows in someone's chest cavity or --

Jake: Right over there.

Anna: Great. Thanks. Nice outfit. Okay, have you listened to the 90,000 messages I've left you or have you just lost my number? My God. You're exhausted.

David: I worked all night.

Anna: Can you go home now?

David: What?

Anna: Can you go home now?

David: Oh. Yeah. There's nothing keeping me here, that's for sure.

Anna: All right, come on. I'll drive you back to the Valley Inn.

David: Feeling brave, are you, Devane?

Anna: Why should I be?

David: Because people in my life tend to die.

Jack: Chris, thanks for coming over.

Chris: Look, if you're looking for us to plead down --

Jack: Actually, the only offer on the table right now is that of a chair --

Chris: Thank you.

Jack: If you care to take one.

Chris: Thank you.

Jack: I promise I won't waste your time.

Chris: Well, glad to hear it.

Jack: Well, after all, you are the busiest man in pine valley. Just how many jobs have you had since you hit town, Chris?

Chris: You're not supposed to waste my time, remember?

Jack: Fair enough. We'll cut to the chase. Here's what I know -- you're an undercover F.B.I. agent working on a drug case. What I'd like to know is about your newest job as Erica's defense lawyer. Are you really fully capable of defending her, or is this just another move to catch the drug lord?

Erica: If you don't leave right now, I will press charges.

Greenlee: You'll have to listen to me first.

Erica: No, I certainly do not!

Leo: Greenlee, does this strike you as a good career move?

Greenlee: I know what I'm doing here, Leo.

Leo: You're driving the poor woman crazy. Let's just get out of here and go back to your place. You don't need this.

Erica: Neither do I.

Greenlee: You can go, Leo. I'll catch up with you. Erica and I should take care of this privately.

Leo: Fine. Have it your way.

Erica: Hello, Security? Is this really worth jail time?

Greenlee: Erica, if you throw me out of here, you'll have another death on your hands.

Erica: I don't respond to threats. Using a young girl's death to get my attention -- that is despicable.

Greenlee: Erica, if you pull the plug on me, Enchantment will suffer. The negative publicity from your arrest and trial could kill our -- your company. That's what I was trying to get across.

Erica: Seems to me that I was trying to get across to you a very similar concept not too long ago.

Greenlee: I got busted for crashing a party wearing a gorilla suit.

Erica: Oh, please don't spin it for yourself, okay? You got busted because you were stalking and harassing.

Greenlee: It's still a far cry from murder. Okay, maybe you were right to fire me, but when Enchantment needed me, I was here for the company.

Erica: No, you were just inflating your own ego as usual and trying to grab power.

Greenlee: You're more than enchantment's C.E.O. Enchantment is your creation, your child, your love. You have every right to be possessive and incredibly proud.

Erica: Oh, thank you.

Greenlee: I'm proud of what I've done in here, and it's nothing compared to what you've accomplished.

Erica: That's an understatement.

Greenlee: But, Erica, as far as the Lacey's account was concerned, we had already lost it. I managed a marketing ploy that made us viable again. Yeah, some said it was outrageous, maybe even shocking.

Erica: Yeah, because it was in the worst possible taste.

Greenlee: Sure, it's edgy, but it's fresh. It grabbed the attention of the demographic we want.

Erica: No, Greenlee, it was not edgy. It was over the edge. You may as well have just printed "Erica Kane, guilty of glamour in the first degree."

Greenlee: See? That's perfect.

Erica: I'm joking, Greenlee. And if you ask somebody who really worked here, they would tell you that.

Greenlee: Yeah, well, none of them have the vision to do what had to be done. I was the only person here capable of handling the Lacey's account, except for you, and you were indisposed. I saved Enchantment millions of dollars. I'm not winning over our customers by batting my eyelashes or simpering "poor us." I say spin it, shove it into the spotlight, and use our misfortune to our own advantage. I wanted to help take Enchantment further by maintaining and managing your creation.

Erica: I guess this is going to come as a big shock to you, Greenlee, but I don't need you to do that. I fired you. You're not even here.

Greenlee: You know, Erica, I've envied all that you've created here. But you understand that, right?

Erica: Yeah, of course I understand that, but that's no excuse --

Greenlee: When I came here, I wanted part of it for myself, so I set out to compete.

Erica: No kidding.

Greenlee: But it didn't take me long to discover that you were in a class of your own, a class you created. No one can compete with you and succeed.

Erica: Go on.

Greenlee: There is and always will be only one Erica Kane. But that doesn't mean that I'm not valuable, too.

Erica: Well, no, of -- of course not. I mean, that's never been the issue here.

Greenlee: I can be useful, Erica, especially during this time of crisis. I have proven that, and I don't want to walk away from what I've started. I would be so honored if you'd let me continue here.

Erica: Stop right there. Take your heel off my face.

Greenlee: Oh. Sorry. I'm sorry.

Erica: Thank you. Now, come back over here and sit down.

Chris: Just face it, Jackson -- I'm Erica's choice. And you're going to be in the ring with me, not some wimp who's paid to give a damn. And as far as Erica's future goes, it's intensely personal with me.

Jack: And, see, this is exactly what I'm talking about. It seems to me like you're more concerned with inflating your ego than you are defending your client.

Chris: Look, look, look, please, just save the "justice for all" speech, okay? This is about Erica and Erica only and the fact you never getting over losing her.

Jack: Is that what she told you, Chris? Well, just for the record, I'm the one that walked out on the relationship, not her. But that's not what's at issue here. What's at issue here is you. I don't trust you, Chris. I never have. Even Erica had her point in time where she had her suspicions. You do know she had me check you out?

Chris: Did you have fun?

Jack: I might have, if you didn't have so damn much to hide.

[Answering machine beeps]

Patís voice: Hey, Jake, it's Pat Trowbridge. Just returning your phone call. I'll talk to you soon.

[Beep]

Greenlee's voice: Jake, it's Greenlee. I know you don't care and I'm not sure why I care enough to tell you, but I just pulled off a miracle today!

[Greenlee sighs]

[Beep]

Jake: Way to go, Greenlee.

Anna: How long is this silent treatment going to last? A girl could get a complex.

Anna: All right. Forget what I said about Dixie. I take it back. I'm sorry. I am profoundly, deeply sorry. If you still have a thing about her --

David: I don't want to talk about Dixie right now, please.

Anna: Good. Neither do I. David? That bit you said earlier about people dying when they're near you -- what brought that on?

David: I'd just spoken to the parents of a young patient of mine. I had to tell them that their son didn't make it.

Anna: The patient you were working on all night?

David: Mm-hmm.

Anna: Oh, God. Well, you did everything you could, right?

David: Yeah, obviously not enough.

Anna: What more can you ask of yourself?

David: Oh, I don't know. How about success? Jonathan was 23 years old. Do you remember 23? Your dreams, your ambitions?

Anna: He had the best doctor he could hope for.

David: Yeah. A lot of good it did him, right? Right before he went under, I told him that I will save him. He gave me this. It's his father's good luck charm. The old guy carried it around him for 30 years before his son was born. I told him we couldn't miss.

Anna: I don't know what to say. I don't know what to say.

David: I tried to give it back to his father when I broke the news, but he wants me to keep it. Well, I guess he knows the luck has run out.

Anna: No. Maybe he wants you to have it because of how hard you tried to save his son.

David: That kid should be alive.

Anna: Oh, God -- you can't control the variables in an operating room. You know that.

David: Thank you for getting me home. I'll call you.

Anna: You want me to leave?

David: I just need some rest.

Anna: Yeah, but not alone. Not today of all days.

David: So you found out?

Jake: Is there something I can do for you?

Leo: Uh, yeah. I don't have a key and Greenlee's not home, so I thought you still might have a key to her place.

Jake: Oh. You know, I returned mine, Leo.

Leo: Okay.

Jake: Wait.

Leo: Yeah?

Jake: Our spare.

Leo: Thanks.

Jake: Hang on to it.

Leo: Oh, I will. Jake, I just -- I just want to thank you for looking after Greenlee while we were split up. But that's not going to be necessary anymore since -- well, since we're back together now.

Jake: Leo, I never looked after Greenlee -- not then, not now.

Leo: Yeah, well, I know that you two, you know, were pretty tight and that you talked quite a bit and that you liked that, so --

Jake: Greenlee talks to me. Does that worry you?

Leo: No. No.

Jake: That's good because it shouldn't.

Leo: No, it won't. Look, I just want you to be clear that Greenlee and I are engaged now.

Jake: Leo, if you're so insecure where Greenlee's concerned, I suggest you take it up with her.

Leo: I'm totally secure, Jake.

Jake: Right. You're scared spitless.

Leo: I've got nothing to be scared of, Jake.

Jake: Hmm -- except Greenlee because she's complicated, she's demanding, and she is a lot for a guy like you to handle.

Leo: Yeah, I know that. I know that. We're doing just great, okay?

Jake: Maybe for the short run. But for the long haul, Greenlee requires grounding and security. And that comes with someone who's steady and mature -- two traits you're not.

Leo: Where did you pick up this superior knowledge of relationships, Jake? While you were on the rebound? Is that it?

[Jake chuckles]

Leo: What, do you got this thing for rejection? That's fine. Knock yourself out, bro. Just don't think that you're going to -- uh -- when was Greenlee here?

Jake: Hmm. Yesterday. But, hey, listen, things are going great, right? Guess she didn't feel she had to mention it.

[Knock on door]

Laura: Hey, neighbors. Uh, spare some virgin olive oil for my linguini with clam sauce project? I'm still unpacking and half my kitchen stuff is missing. Is that a bummer, or what?

Erica: That was quite a speech you made, Greenlee. It was very perceptive. And I do appreciate your helping to protect my accounts. So I am rehiring you.

Greenlee: Yeah!

Erica: No -- oh, no. No, just -- you know, not another step unless you want to go back on the unemployment line.

Greenlee: I'll make you as proud of me as I am of myself. This is so fantastic. How can I ever thank you?

Erica: By being brilliant and by helping to keep our company in the black.

Greenlee: I can't wait to tell Jake.

Erica: Jake? Excuse me. Wasn't that Leo you just kicked out of here?

Greenlee: Yes, Leo. I said Leo. Okay. So while you're suffering through your trial, Enchantment will be safe in my fabulously capable hands, running like a well-oiled machine.

Erica: No, no, no, no, no. Slow down, Evita. You're getting your old job back. I'm not handing you the store. You're not running Enchantment.

Greenlee: I was kidding.

Erica: You were not. I will continue at the helm of my company.

Greenlee: Is it possible?

Erica: For me, yes. I just won't be as hands-on as I was in the past.

Greenlee: Well, my hands are open and ready -- to help out.

Erica: I'll remember that.

Greenlee: But what if you're --

Erica: What if I'm what? What if I'm found guilty?

Opal: Erica, life as we know it has gone from bad to worse.

Erica: What are you talking about? Is Bianca all right?

Opal: Well, she's a brokenhearted mess, poor child, but I did get her settled in at Myrt's if that's what you're asking.

Erica: Oh. Opal, don't scare me like that.

Opal: Well --

Greenlee: Well, she can stay at my penthouse if she'd like.

Erica: Oh, that's really generous of you, Greenlee, but no, thank you. I mean, Myrtle is really much more like her family and so -- why don't you go home? Why don't you go get some sleep?

Greenlee: Thank you, Erica.

Erica: Okay.

Greenlee: And if you need anything --

Erica: Mm-hmm.

Greenlee: Ever --

Erica: Is Bianca all right? Is she resting? Should I call a doctor?

Opal: Well, she cried herself dry and then dozed off, but it wasn't a restful sleep. No, she's tossing and turning. It's just pathetic.

Erica: I should be there, Opal.

Opal: Well, honey, I'm afraid that she wouldn't even entertain the thought of seeing you right now.

Erica: Well, not now, but she'll come around.

Opal: I'm not so sure. She told me flat out that you shot and killed Frankie.

Erica: Opal, will you please go to her? Please, go to Bianca and hold her hand while she's sleeping and be there when she wakes up. Please. I don't want her to feel deserted. I don't want her to be alone.

Opal: Honey, of course. I will do anything for that poor child.

Erica: And I don't mean just now, Opal. I mean she's going to need you even more during my trial and afterwards when I'm --

Opal: When you're what?

Erica: When I'm convicted and sent to prison.

David: So you must have run a thorough background check on me.

Anna: Yeah. You know I would have.

David: So, is that why you tracked me down today? To share in the unhappy anniversary of my father's death?

Anna: It was a factor, yeah.

David: You're a remarkable hybrid, Anna. Part warm, protective woman, part cold, calculating spy. I mean, this suicide must have delighted you.

Anna: Oh, hardly.

David: Come on. If revealed and shared at just the right moment, it could yield some very, very interesting insights. You did think of that, did you not, Agent Devane?

Anna: Fleetingly, yes, I did.

David: So, did I thwart your strategy with my remarkable insights, or did you just abandon it altogether?

Anna: I would never have used it that way. It's beneath me.

David: You know something? I'm very curious about something. How complete is the David Hayward dossier they supplied you with? Did it provide you with all the -- the particulars of the tragic event?

Anna: I didn't need them.

David: Really? Well, you never know when some seemingly inconsequential detail properly delivered could help bring down the enemy.

Anna: I don't consider you my enemy.

David: Yeah, but it is oddly arousing, I have to admit, having a lover who wants to nail me in a variety of ways. Why don't I -- why don't I just fill in all those gaps in your education, okay?

Anna: No, that's not necessary.

David: No, no, no. I mean, I'm sure that you would love for me to unburden myself.

Anna: Well, only if you want to.

David: I was at home when it happened.

Anna: When he shot himself?

David: Yeah. Did they tell you that my mother goaded him into it, that she handed him the gun, challenged him to pull the trigger?

Anna: I didn't know that.

David: Oh, yeah. And he obliged because he always gave her what she wanted.

Anna: Did you see it?

David: I still see it. She walked out of the room, left me holding him in my arms. I just kept holding him and begging him not to leave. There was blood everywhere. I couldn't stop it. I couldn't save him.

Anna: You were a 12-year-old boy, David.

David: I just wanted to stop the pain, that's all. I just --

[David sighs]

Anna: His pain or yours?

Jack: This drug investigation you're working on -- what can you tell me about Proteus?

Chris: Time to go.

Jack: You know, it is to your benefit to share your findings with the local D.A.

Chris: You know, Jackson, I think you missed your true calling because you would've made one heck of a guidance counselor.

Jack: I'm offering you my help.

Chris: I'll consider it. No thanks. You know, it just doesn't seem right being on the same side as you.

Chris: You're spreading yourself awfully thin, my friend -- drug investigations, murder defenses.

Chris: I can handle it.

Jack: Pride goes before a fall, they say. Or maybe, in your case, pride goeth before another suspension.

Chris: And you would be getting at what?

Jack: The only dirt I could find on you was your suspension from the bureau.

Chris: Congratulations.

Jack: Thanks. Interestingly enough, though, the cause for the suspension was not in the file. I don't suppose you know anything about that? Yeah. Well, whatever it was, we both know it had to be pretty major for you to get bucked down from an acting agent to flying a desk for two years.

Chris: You think?

Jack: I think whatever it was -- whether you blew a major case or got a partner killed -- you frankly don't care. All you care about is that you got a second chance.

Chris: And I'm grateful.

Jack: Yeah. You sure do have a lot on your plate, my friend.

Chris: We'll see.

Jack: Yeah, we will. Because we both know, you shortchange the bureau this time, they're not going to give you a third chance.

Opal: Now, we are going to drop this negativity and we're going to drop it right now. You cannot go sit in some courtroom looking like doom on a shingle. Is it Jackson that's got you thinking this way -- him and his "Mr. Do-it-by-the-books" routine? That's just an act, sugar. He is not going to let you be convicted for something you didn't do.

Erica: Opal, your confidence is misplaced.

Opal: What, you don't think that Jack would do right by you?

Erica: It wasn't Jack I was referring to.

Opal: Well, you can't mean my confidence in you. Now, you listen here, miss thing. Anything Bianca said is dead wrong. I know you. And I know that no matter how furious you might've been, there's no way that you could have pulled the trigger on little Frankie. Erica? Okay. All right, I want you to look me straight in the eyes and tell me the truth. Did you kill that girl?

Erica: Opal, there is such a good chance that I am going to be convicted and sent away for a long, long time.

Opal: Bite your tongue.

Erica: And Bianca won't be completely alone. I know that because I know that she will still have her uncle Jack and she will have myrtle and she will have Leo. But that's not enough.

Opal: No. That's exactly why you're not going anyplace. She needs you.

Erica: She needs someone to fill in for me, Opal, someone to substitute for me.

Opal: Well, nobody can take your place, and nobody is going to have to.

Erica: You'd be the closest, Opal.

Opal: Erica, I love you like a sister -- even better -- but don't ask that of me. Please, not yet.

Erica: Opal, I have to. I have to ask you that. Please. Please promise me that you will be as much of a mother to Bianca as she will allow you to be.

Opal: Of course. I will do whatever you ask. But you got to go at this trial with the faith that justice will prevail. You're not going to the slammer.

Erica: Opal, Bianca means everything to me. She is just my life. She's my heart. And the thought that she might hate me for the rest of my life is just --

Opal: She's not going to hate you for the rest of your life.

Erica: Of course, on the other hand, if that's what it takes to save her, then, okay, I can live with it. I mean, it's better that she hates me than --

Opal: Than what? How in blue blazes did this turn into you saving Bianca? Saving her from what?

Laura: I hate living out of boxes. How long did it take you to settle in?

Leo: You're not kidding. You -- you really live in this building?

Laura: Yeah, as of this morning. The price was right, and the loft is to die for. So bring in the welcome wagons. Let's party.

Leo: You -- you can't live here!

Laura: Leo, what's wrong with you?

Leo: I can't believe your mom is even letting you do this!

Laura: Leo, I'm an adult. I can choose where I want to live.

Leo: No, you're living here because I'm living here with Greenlee. That's why.

Laura: Uh -- forgive me for bursting your bubble, but I'm living here because the kitchen is state-of-the-art, I have a jacuzzi in the bathroom and a spectacular view of the sunset.

Leo: Oh, that's a bunch of hooey.

Laura: Of course, you have your own spectacular view, but if you'd ever like to share a sunset, Jake, feel free.

Jake: Laura, my advice to you is to skip the sunsets and spend your time getting help.

Laura: Well, one drawback of this building is the neighbors. But I'll tell you what -- if we can just skip the cup of olive oil -- if you've got a cup of ice cream. Let's see, what flavor would be you? Certainly not strawberry and not bland, old vanilla -- I know. Rocky road.

Jake: Go to the store, Laura.

Leo: This is the second time you've pulled this cat and mouse about the ice cream thing, Laura. What the hell are you talking about?

Laura: Do you want to field this one, Jake, or should I? No? Okay. In the interest of being a good neighbor -- I overheard Greenlee and Jake talking at the hospital. Greenlee was telling him how much she loved vanilla -- that's her creamy metaphor for you, Leo. But then she tried rocky road, A.K.A. Jake. She said once she tasted that yummy road, she could never go back to being a one-flavor gal.

Erica: Opal, I asked you for a commitment. Do I have it?

Opal: Well, I said yes, and I meant yes. But, now, what is this about Bianca hating you being okay so long as you can save her?

Erica: I didn't say that.

Opal: It's an approximation, okay? I can't do the direct quote because it didn't make any sense.

Erica: Look, I'm sorry if you misunderstood me. Let's just put it behind us, okay?

Opal: You see? You see, this is why any jury would hang themselves before they could find you guilty. You are slipperier than a greased pig in a vat of chicken fat.

Erica: Well, if that's a compliment, okay, I'm flattered.

Opal: Well, I have some experience with greased pigs. I caught one once at the county fair. I won myself a pair of purple go-go boots and a hot pink fake fur jacket.

Erica: Look -- do you think I made a mistake rehiring Greenlee?

Opal: But the thing is, with a greased pig, once you grab on to one of their trotters, you don't want to be distracted by the rest of the wriggling pig. So don't think that I am going to loosen my grip just so as that you can wriggle free. Now, of course, I will look after Bianca until eternity if need be. But right now I would like to look after you and -- and help you if you would let me. So would you just tell me, what is going on?

Erica: Opal, what I want you to do is just relax. Chris has everything under control.

Opal: Well, Chris is fine and dandy, but you and I both know that he is as male as they come, which means he doesn't have a clue about the depth of mother love. Now, please, Erica, talk to me here. The load shared is the load lightened. What is all of this about you saving Bianca?

Erica: I have to. The jury has to find me guilty because I think that Bianca shot Frankie.

[Door opens]

Anna: What the hell was that?

Chris: That was so sweet. Did I disturb you?

Anna: Did you stop to think what would've happened if he was awake?

Chris: If I'd heard anything at the door, I wouldn't have come in.

Anna: I mean it, Stamp. You can't just break into his room.

Chris: I didn't have to break into the room, Devane. You and the good doctor saw it fit to leave it open for me. Careless on your part.

Anna: What do you want?

Chris: Well, we have business to discuss.

Anna: What business? The Proteus case?

Chris: You know, I was really happy with what I just saw in there. Encouraged.

Anna: Goody. Then I can retire.

Chris: Not yet. I want you to accelerate your relationship.

Anna: What exactly are you asking?

Chris: I want you to get inside of his head, inside of his life. Sharing a bed with him doesn't provide us with the access we need. I want you to move in with him. Can you handle that?

Anna: Oh. Yeah. I can handle more than you can imagine.

Chris: Well, good. Then let's get it on. To discover where the base of operations is, you have to do more than just pillow talk with him, Devane.

Anna: All right. I'll tell you something I've discovered. David isn't Proteus.

Chris: I hope you have hard facts to back that up. All right, well, it's possible that he's not Proteus, but he's still high up in the organization.

Anna: No, I don't think so.

Chris: What is this, woman's intuition?

Anna: You think my emotions are running away with me?

Chris: I'm asking you to keep your libido on a tighter leash is what I'm doing.

Anna: Oh, okey-dokey, Mr. Erica Kane.

Chris: You bring me facts, not impressions, okay? And until then, you remember who's running this, huh? Me. I call the shots in this investigation.

Anna: Proving once again that the boys at the top are capable of major screw-ups.

Chris: What, you want to bow out? Be my guest.

Anna: Listen. You know what? The day that you gave me access to this case, I was mowed down by a car. Is that a coincidence?

Chris: Oh, so you thought that I brought you on board and then tried to kill you?

Anna: You're not capable of that? I am.

Chris: If I wanted you dead, you'd be dead.

Anna: That's funny. David said the same thing. Are you keeping me focused on David for a reason?

Chris: He's not my type.

Anna: No. What I mean -- is there something that you don't want me to find out? What is it?

Chris: You hot for more responsibility, Devane? Then you prove to me you can handle it. Until then, you just follow my orders.

Anna: Oh, you're up. Are you feeling better?

David: I thought I'd been deserted. So, where did you go?

Anna: Oh, back to my room, check my messages.

David: Well, you could've checked them right here on my phone.

Anna: I didn't want to wake you.

David: Thank you.

David: Come to bed with me.

Anna: You want me to?

David: Yeah. Yeah, I want you to.

Jake: All right, Laura, I want you out of my loft right now. Come on.

Laura: Yeah, maybe in a minute. But first shouldn't you do the Martin-like thing and back me up on Greenlee's flavor cravings?

Leo: This isn't funny. All right? We're finished, and she's finished with Jake, so just drop the --

Greenlee: Jake! I was hoping you'd be home. I have the best news ever!

Laura: Greenlee -- we were just talking about you and Jake. Now, that picture was worth a thousand words, huh, Leo?

Opal: Bianca.

Erica: Now do you understand?

Opal: Bianca killed Frankie?

Erica: I think so.

Opal: You saw her shoot her?

Erica: No. I mean, by the time I got to your house, she was gone.

Opal: And so then what happened?

Erica: Bianca saw Frankie in bed with a boy, and it put her over the edge. I mean, she was in shock. She didn't even know what she was doing. She doesn't even remember it.

Opal: Yeah, but since when does Bianca walk around packing heat?

Erica: Well, I think maybe she found out that Frankie had a boy over and she picked a gun up somewhere on her way over.

Opal: So it's premeditation?

Erica: Look, we may not ever know precisely what happened.

Opal: Because of the memory lapse, which is why she thinks you're guilty.

Erica: Exactly. Thank God, because it protects us.

Opal: "Us"? Who? Not you. But I guess she can't blow your cover story if she doesn't know it's a cover.

Erica: No. The shock of what she saw and did has just spared her memory.

Opal: Well, not to monkey wrench things here or anything, but unless you saw Bianca shoot Frankie or found her post-shooting sobbing, "Frankie, Frankie, why did I shoot you?" I mean, there's every possibility that your daughter's innocent.

Erica: Oh, don't I wish. But let's examine motive, okay? I mean, it sure wasn't about stealing. Frankie didn't have anything of value. And there was no sign of forced entry, was there? Any kind of violent entry?

Opal: Not that I heard, no.

Erica: No, exactly. No, it was a crime of passion. Bianca gave her heart to Frankie.

Opal: So then when she found her in bed with somebody else --

Erica: Yeah, well, that was bad enough, but when the somebody else turned out to be a boy, I'm afraid that just was just too much for her. It's much, much worse.

Opal: Well, wouldn't that be temporary insanity at least?

Erica: Do you actually think I'm going to expose Bianca to a media circus?

Opal: Well, for one thing, it might get her off.

Erica: And she might not. They would exploit her sexuality. They would examine every detail of whatever romance she had with that -- that Frankie person. And they would discuss her past problems with anorexia.

Opal: Yeah, and it could save you from a lifetime behind bars.

Erica: Opal, I am not about to trade my freedom for my daughterís. I'm not going to watch her be tortured and thrown in prison for 30 or 40 years, if she's lucky.

Opal: Oh. Boy, nobody has ever been between a bigger rock and a harder hard place than you are right now.

Erica: You listen to me, Opal. You have to swear to me that you will not breathe a word of this to another living soul. I have got to continue to play this out.

Chris: Play out what, Erica?

>> On the next "All My Children" --

Laura: Look what you did.

Greenlee: Me? It was you. Now we're stuck.

Anna: I think Agent Stamp's been lying to you.

Erica: I do happen to know what men want and when they want it.

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