AMC Transcript Friday 3/22/02


All My Children Transcript Friday 3/22/02

By Suzanne
Proofread by Kathy

>> Previously on "All My Children" --

David: Of course I covered for you. I'll always cover for you, Dixie. You know that.

Liza: Do you think I’m unstable?

Adam: You seemed troubled.

Liza: You think I present a danger to our daughter? To your son?

Kendall: One person who's actually glad I came to town.

Ryan: I'm sorry; did I say that?

Kendall: No. You were thinking it.

Mia: This can't be real. This is so not fair.

Jake: Oh, Kelly, can you please hold my calls? I have to get a leg up on these budget reports. Thanks. Mia, hey, you're still here.

Mia: Yeah. Listen, Jake, do you have a minute?

Jake: You know what? Not really. I've got to sift through all of these and -- due at the board in the morning. Got my first budget report and it's going to keep me up all night.

Mia: But this can't wait. Patients could die.

David: You sure you're all right, Dixie? No arrhythmia, shortness of breath, dizziness? Good. That's great to hear. All right, well, you take care of yourself and I'll be in touch, okay? Right, bye-bye.

David: Hey. What are you doing here?

Anna: I couldn't remember whether I told you that the swearing-in ceremony was in the D.A.'s office. Did I tell you that?

David: Yes, I think you did. I believe you wrote it down. Right -- yeah.

Anna: Oh. Okay, I did, right.

David: Little heart and everything.

Anna: Forgot that. I just don't want you to miss my big moment.

David: I won’t. I'll be there.

Anna: Who was that?

David: Oh, that was a patient I discharged a few days ago. Just following up on home care.

Anna: So conscientious, aren't you?

David: You'd have me no other way, right?

Anna: Hmm, yeah, right. So I'll see you in Jack Montgomery’s office in an hour.

David: I'll be there.

Anna: Don't be late, Doc.

David: I won’t.

Tad's voice: I just got back from Europe, from a two-week wild-goose chase.

David: And this means something to me because?

Tad: Because you knew Dixie wasn’t in Europe in the first place.

Anna: That's fine --

Tad: I tracked down Lanie. She's supposed to be staying with her -- she wasn't.

David: And Lanie didn't give you any information, is that it?

Tad: You know damn well she didn't.

David: How the hell would I know that?

Tad: Because you were in on it together.

David: In on what?

Tad: Trying to keep Dixie away from me.

David's voice: You couldn't be more wrong.

Anna's voice: I agree.

Anna: Sorry.

Anna: Hi, Charlie? Oh, hi. Can you talk? Yeah. Yeah, I'm good, thanks. Yes, yes, I did get the position. Listen, I need you to do some digging for me on the hush. Mm-hmm. The subject's name is Dixie Martin. Yeah.

Liza: I am so sick of you giving me the runaround.

Elizabeth: Mrs. Chandler, I already told you --

Liza: I want you to get Dr. Joe Martin here right now!

Elizabeth: I'm sorry, Dr. Martin's in a consult.

Liza: Get him out! This is an emergency!

David: Liza --

Liza: Don't -- you touch me. I'll have your license taken away so quick, you won't know what hit you!

[Knock on door]

Kendall: You don't look ready. Get your rear in gear and let's go.

Ryan: Where are we going?

Kendall: To raise a whole lot of hell.

Adam: J.R., I'm sorry you heard me arguing with Liza.

J.R.: You mean shouting.

Adam: Well, things have been tense.

J.R.: You keep saying that. Get real, Dad. Things are beyond tense.

Adam: We've all been adjusting.

J.R.: To what? Me? Your wife's freaking out because she has a punk for a stepson.

Adam: No.

J.R.: Yeah, right, Dad. Okay, Liza -- Liza thinks that she's got this whole -- that I'm like this whole loser and a lowlife, and she thinks I'm stashing drugs all over the house.

Adam: J.R. --

J.R.: Blow in the sugar bowl, smack in Colby's cereal, weed in her tea bags. You know, you better keep me away from that kid before I turn her into a crackhead.

Adam: Look, I will not allow you --

J.R.: To what? Tell it how it is? Dad, Liza watches me 24/7 because she thinks that I am bad for Colby.

Adam: Well, I don't believe that.

J.R.: What you believe doesn't mean spit. Liza rules. If I mess up one more time, forget to pick my socks up off the floor, say "please" or "thank you," she's out of here. She's taking Colby with her. That's the threat to you, isn't it?

Adam: I can deal with Liza.

J.R.: I don't want you to deal with Liza, okay? That's -- I don't want you guys fighting over me. That's what's bad for Colby.

Adam: Son, this is about you we're talking about.

J.R.: No, Dad, I am sick of being the main event around here. I'll get you off the hook. You can ship me off until my mom comes home. I'll go work out my problems at some teenage boot camp.

[Doorbell rings]

Adam: Hey, I'm not going to ship you off anywhere. This is your home.

J.R.: It's a war zone. Why don't you -- why don't you just get rid of me and save your marriage, okay?

Adam: You are not a threat to my marriage, J.R.

J.R.: Yeah, right -- just like I wasn't a threat to my mom and Tad's marriage, huh?

Tad: Excuse me? Winifred told me to come right back.

J.R.: Oh, good. You're just in time. Give me five minutes to pack and then we're out of here, okay?

Tad: "We"? "We" are out of here? I missed something.

J.R.: Oh, I'm moving in with you.

David: Liza --

Liza: Stay away from me.

David: You think I'm going to hurt you? I'm not.

Liza: I'm -- I'm sorry. I -- I didn't mean to --

David: Uh, look, that's okay. I give the nurses a hell of a lot worse than that, believe me. Right, Elizabeth?

Elizabeth: It's no problem, Mrs. Chandler.

David: Oh, that's okay, Elizabeth. I'll handle this.

Liza: I don't need any handling, thank you very much.

David: This isn't a medical diagnosis, but are you having a bad day?

Liza: I wish -- I wish that's what it was. I wish I could go to bed and I could forget it.

David: But no such luck?

Liza: I'm having a week at home and at work -- there's no escape.

David: Yeah, I know what you mean. Must be something going around. Look, why don't we get a jump-start on the weekend, okay, and I'll buy you some coffee?

Liza: Another invitation? What truck do you think I fell off of?

David: Excuse me?

Liza: You're going to buy me a cup of coffee? What are we going to talk about? We going to talk about how you tried to kill my husband or how I tried to blackmail you with hidden video?

David: Oh, the good old days, huh?

Liza: What about my coffee? You going to drug my coffee? Maybe I should skip the nondairy creamer just to play it safe.

David: Aren't you being a bit paranoid?

Liza: Go to hell!

David: Listen, Liza, you seem a bit agitated, okay? I just thought that if you sat and regrouped -- but, look, if you want a fight, forget it. Okay, I've had enough rounds this week to take it up with you.

Liza: I don't want to fight. I hate -- I hate fighting. And I hate feeling so angry all the time.

David: Okay, why don't we skip the coffee and go right to the herbal tea, all right? It's guaranteed to soothe your nervous system, instill serenity --

Liza: Tea sounds wonderful.

David: Good. Good. I tell you, Liza, I feel like my week's getting better already. There's something that I've been wanting to run by you. Something I think you could use right now.

Liza: What's that?

David: A win. A big win.

Jake: Mia, what's this about patients dying? What patients?

Mia: The ones on my shift.

Jake: Wait a minute -- what? What, you think you're going to massage them to death? What is this all about?

Mia: No, I'm serious, Jake. It could happen. I really don't really -- I don't have any training as a physical therapist.

Jake: Okay, Mia, which is why it says "trainee" on your badge.

Mia: Well, you can't just sic me on innocent patients.

Jake: Everyone learns on the job. Every one of us. We all do.

Mia: Jake -- no, no, no. This is life or death. I mean, what if I hurt someone while I'm trying to help them?

Jake: Not going to happen.

Mia: I've already had some close calls.

Jake: Really? Like what?

Mia: Okay -- Mrs. Bakerman.

Jake: Mrs. Bakerman, yeah -- oh, yes. Sweet lady, blue hair, I think it was a fractured tibia.

Mia: She's in traction. I was trying to lower her leg and that hydraulic thing just sort of fritzed out on me, and, I mean, I really could have done some damage.

Jake: She okay?

Mia: Well, yeah, but --

Jake: All right, so it's not the end of the world.

Mia: I left Mr. Cornwall in the whirlpool bath for too long. He came out looking like a prune.

Jake: Mia, Mia, the man is 95 years old. Prune is about as good as it gets. Have a seat.

Mia: I gave heat therapy to a patient who needed ice. I put the pack on the wrong knee.

Jake: And you let a guy make a quick escape in a wheelchair.

Mia: Yes!

Jake: Yeah.

Mia: Oh, my God, how lame was that?

Jake: Well, it was a mistake, I grant you that, but it certainly wasn't life threatening.

Mia: Well, maybe not this time, Jake.

Jake: Mia, why don't you tell me what's going on?

Mia: I'm bad at my job. I'm going to get sued.

Jake: You're still learning.

Mia: No, Jake, I'm like a walking health hazard or something. I should just quit now before I really hurt someone.

Jake: Forget it, because you're not walking out on me.

Ryan: Kendall Hart. Pine valley's original hell raiser.

Kendall: Come on, big boy. Let's you and me shake this town senseless.

Ryan: Sidewalks are rolled up for the night.

Kendall: Then we'll unroll them.

Ryan: Is that why you're all, you know, done up?

Kendall: Oh. You like?

Ryan: Looks like it cost.

Kendall: Ah, what's money?

Ryan: Well, you don't have any.

Kendall: Don't worry. I want to take the dress back tomorrow. See, I left the price tag on.

Ryan: Now, Kendall, that's dishonest.

Kendall: You going to turn me in, Lavery? Go ahead, cuff me. Or maybe you do it this way.

Ryan: Well, somebody's in a mood.

Kendall: Well, look at you. You're sitting around here watching the paint peel off the walls. When's the last time you really got out and cut loose?

Ryan: You know, I really don't remember.

Kendall: Well, life is too short to waste being cooped up in a ratty roach motel. I haven't been out since I came back to this burg. It's time I let people know I'm here and I'm ready to party.

Ryan: Why not try an ad?

Kendall: Why not show up in person? Okay, so, what's the first spot on our hit list?

Ryan: What, do I look like a social director?

Kendall: You get around. Find me a dark cave with a hot band and an open-bar tab -- or a jukebox dive with a dance floor and no curfew. It'd be just us letting go, going crazy. One of those nights when anything can happen, and you're so ready you can taste it.

Ryan: So let me get this straight. You got all dressed up and you came over here to ask me out on a date?

Kendall: Date? I just want to go out and have some fun, cause a little trouble.

Ryan: Yeah, with me. You're asking me out.

Kendall: Fine. You want wordplay? Call it whatever the hell you want.

Ryan: All right, I want to call it a date. And you're wasting your time because I'm not interested.

Mia: Jake, you haven’t seen me in action. I mean, okay, I have a terrible bedside manner. I mean, it stinks, and I'm just not connecting with these patients at all.

Jake: I doubt that.

Mia: No, and the technical stuff, don't even -- oh, my God. I can't tell the x-ray of a femur from a funny bone.

Jake: I can show you how to read x-rays.

Mia: Oh, for God's sakes, Jake, you don't have time to do that. That's not your job. I'm just not qualified for this. And don't even get me started on the hospital regulations because I don't know what I'm doing.

Jake: Wait, wait, wait, wait. Hang on a second here. You know, I think you're making this way worse than what it really is.

Mia: No, no, no, no, no, I'm not exaggerating.

Jake: Well, you're working yourself up into a complete panic.

Mia: Panic? Panic is the look on my patients' faces when they see me coming.

Jake: Okay. Now, I'm not going to stand around here and listen to you tear yourself down like this.

Mia: Fine, all right. Just accept my resignation and I'll be out of here.

Jake: No, you're not going anywhere until you tell me what's really behind this.

Mia: I told you.

Jake: A bunch of lame excuses of why you don't want to be employed here. Now, what's this really about? Tell me.

Mia: Jake --

Jake: Don't -- you're keeping something from me, all right? Don't keep secrets from me. What's going on?

[Phone rings]

Jake: Yeah? Oh -- yeah, that's good, Kelly. What long is he on? Thank you. Jack?

Jack: Jake. Listen, I was sorry I missed you at the hospital earlier. I wanted to congratulate you on your appointment to Chief of Staff. That's huge, buddy.

Jake: Hey, well, thank you. I just hope I can live up to it.

Jack: You will. I imagine the old man's proud like a rooster, huh?

Jake: I hope so. As you know, Hayward’s plan kind of backfired on him. Now I'm the boss from hell and revenge will be sweet.

Jack: Yeah, listen, that's the second reason I called. I think we've got enough to bring multiple charges against Dr. David Hayward.

Jake: That's great news. Think it'll stick?

Jack: Oh, I think they'll stick. I think we'll be able to nail this guy to the wall. And judging from the precedents in cases like this, I'd say our case is airtight.

Jake: Boy, that's great. Listen; if you need a witness, I'm ready to testify.

Jack: Thanks. Appreciate that.

Anna: Sorry, Jack. Your secretary waved me in.

Jack: No, no, no, no. It's quite all right. Please, come in.

Anna: Thank you.

Jack: So, you all ready to be sworn in?

Anna: Ready. What's that about an airtight case?

Jack: Oh, we'll get to that. So, you think you're ready to take on the Pine Valley police department?

Anna: Don't handle me, Jack. Don't freeze me out, either. What case are you talking about?

Kendall: Fine. Be that way. Stare at the ceiling until your eyes glaze over. Your loss.

Kendall: You know what your problem is?

Ryan: No, but I have a feeling you're going to tell me.

Kendall: You're scared. You are scared to death.

Ryan: Scared of you? Please.

Kendall: You're scared if you let go of your misery and your self-pity you might cut loose and -- hey! -- Have a good time. But fun's not on the program, is it, Ryan?

Ryan: You know what? You stop talking like you know me.

Kendall: Oh, baby, I know all about you. I can read you cover to cover.

Ryan: You know what? If this is your idea of a party, Kendall, why don't you just take it someplace else?

Kendall: You don't want to celebrate, Lavery. You act like you don't have a damn thing to celebrate, like you don't have a new dad who just took a bullet for you, who gives you stories and pictures of your grandparents and a crack at a whole new family, someone that you could share your birthdays and your holidays with, someone who actually gives a rat's ass that you're in this world, someone you can belong to. You don't want this, do you? You just want to hang on to your pain.

Ryan: You know what? That's enough.

Kendall: God forbid you should have to crack a smile or go for a drink and hit the dance floor and forget for five minutes this so-called pathetic life that you had because --

Ryan: Shut up! Shut up! What do you want from me?

Kendall: File this in your mind, sweetheart -- I don't want a damn thing from you.

Ryan: Really? Well, then why do you always get in my face? Why do you end up in my room? In my bed?

Kendall: Excuse me?

Ryan: Well, you never stop, Kendall. I mean, you're so busy sending your signals, you're not receiving mine.

Kendall: That's because you're so wrapped up in yourself.

Ryan: Yeah, that's right. You're right. If I want to sit in my room in the dark, stare at the walls by myself, wear the same clothes every day, and live off crackers and beer, well, guess what? That's my party. You're not invited.

Kendall: You wanted me here. You did, Ryan. You wanted me here. Otherwise you would have kicked me out.

Ryan: You know what? My mistake. Seriously, my bad. I should have made it very clear to you the first time that you busted in here.

Kendall: And why didn't you?

Ryan: You know what? Don't you have another party to go to, because I'm sure it's got to be a lot more fun than this one.

Kendall: When we were laying next to each other in bed and we were all wrapped up in each other, you didn't push me away. Why not, Ryan, huh? If I'm poison, why'd you keep me around?

Ryan: You know why? Because I felt sorry for you. Listen, I want you to listen to me, all right? This -- I don't want this anymore. This is not going anywhere. I don't want to be your audience. I can't even begin to fill the bottomless pit of need that you have, so go find some other loser to saddle with your baggage, okay? Because it's not going to be me. You understand? It's never going to be me. Are we clear?

Kendall: Crystal.

Ryan: Hey. Give me my keys. Thanks. You can go now. Don't come back.

Kendall: I guess some other lucky guy is going to have to pay my way tonight.

Jack: Anna, before you start asking me for privileged information --

Anna: I'm the chief of police.

Jack: No, not yet you're not.

Anna: You're stonewalling me on a technicality?

Jack: Now, you know I can't share anything about my pertinent cases with you until you're sworn in.

Anna: You're that much by the book, huh?

Jack: I'm the man my mother raised me to be. And may I? Can I get you a cup of coffee?

Anna: Thank you.

Jack: Black, I presume?

Anna: Yes.

Jack: So you're pinning on a badge and taking on the pvpd.

Anna: Hmm, maybe with a flak jacket.

Jack: Yeah and both eyes in the back of your head. Tell me, you're not intimidated by our boys in blue, are you?

Anna: Well, it's no secret that certain factions resent me getting this appointment. I mean, I guess it did come out of the clear blue.

Jack: Well, even thought it did, you're not here on a pass. Let's face it; your qualifications speak for themselves.

Anna: I know. I fit the job. I just don't want to rub anyone's face in it.

Jack: Ah, hence the request to downsize the swearing-in ceremony and move it to a more private venue.

Anna: Yes.

Jack: I see.

Anna: There's time for ticker tape parades when I bring down the 10-Most Wanted.

Jack: Why stop at the 10?

Anna: Damn straight. So thank you for letting me have this little ceremony in your office.

Jack: It's my pleasure. But I am curious -- why my office?

Anna: I want to send out the message that I'm going to be working hand and glove with the D.A.

Jack: Smart.

Anna: Yeah.

Jack: I appreciate that.

Anna: Well, you're tenacious, Jack -- and from what I see, dedicated. I think we could be a force to be reckoned with.

Jack: Flattery. What's that about?

Anna: I want you in my back pocket.

Jack: Hmm. Well, I'm not that easy.

Anna: Okay. How long until the show starts?

Jack: Oh, the police commissioner and mayor should be here in about 10 minutes.

Anna: I'll be right back.

Jack: Okay. Tell me, did you invite anyone to this little soiree?

Anna: Just David Hayward. He should be here by now.

Liza: Thank you for the tea.

David: Oh, it's my pleasure. So you're feeling better?

Liza: Much.

David: Good.

Liza: You're a very interesting person.

David: Interesting? Well, that's an interesting word choice.

Liza: Well, maybe "unpredictable" would be a better word.

David: And how so?

Liza: Well, you wouldn't be the man that I would go to for tea or sympathy -- and you made me this really incredible business proposition.

David: Uh-huh. Well, I just hope that you'll give my pitch due consideration and let me know.

Liza: Oh, I can already let you know. I'm incredibly interested.

David: Great. Oh, you know, that's kind of against the rules.

Liza: Oh, well, you know, to hell with the rules.

David: Hey, that's kind of how we all feel.

Liza: Barker? This is Liza. Listen, Dr. David Hayward is going to be sending over a proposal. I want you to draft up a binding agreement between Chandler Enterprises and Dr. David Hayward. Thanks.

David: Liza -- Liza, you okay? Are you all right?

Liza: I have a -- a headache.

David: It's that bad?

Liza: Yeah. Yeah, I've had it for a couple of weeks. Actually, I came to see Dr. Joe, but he -- he --

David: All right, wait a minute. You've had this for a few weeks like this? All right, look, I'm going to get somebody to talk to you right now and check you out. Okay, you just wait right here. Page Dr. Greenberg in Neurology, okay? Tell him that I need an immediate consult for Liza Chandler, all right?

Elizabeth: Okay.

David: Liza -- Liza?

Tad: What did you do to J.R.?

Adam: What did I do?

Tad: You heard him. He said, "I'm ready to move out."

Adam: Just back off, Tad. You don't have all the facts.

Tad: Well, with cash money, I could fill in all the blanks. You pulled a classic Adam Chandler, didn't you?

Adam: Don't you dare judge me.

Tad: You are the worst possible excuse for a parent. Do you know that?

Adam: Well, at least I'm here.

Tad: I don't have time for this, okay? Jamie is waiting at home for me. Now, that kid called me and told me it was important. Now, all I want to know is what is the story with J.R. and what did you do to drive him out of here?

Adam: Why don't you just mind your own business?

Tad: He is my business.

Adam: He's my son.

Tad: Well, I love him so much, he might as well be mine. And trust me, if you do anything to hurt him, you will deal with me.

J.R.: Chill out, Tad. Dad didn't do anything, okay?

Tad: Well, then why do you want to move out?

Adam: I can deal with this without your interference.

J.R.: It's just not working out, okay?

Tad: Why? What's the problem?

J.R.: The problem is me, okay? I'm making trouble for everybody, for Dad and Liza.

Adam: That's not true.

J.R.: Cope with it, Dad. I already wrecked one marriage. I'm not going to wreck another one.

Tad: Hey. Listen to me, okay? This is serious. Dixie and I got divorced for a dozen reasons, but you were never one of them.

J.R.: Yeah, right. I'm such a joy to have around. That's why she flew halfway around the world to get away from me.

Tad: Hey. That is total garbage. Look at me. Sit down for a second. Come here. Listen to me, all right? Your mother did not leave Pine Valley to get away from you. You got to understand, she loves you more than anything else in the world.

J.R.: Then why'd she leave? You don't believe that she left to "find herself" crap, do you?

Tad: No. That's why I went to Europe, because I wanted to sit down with your mother and find out what the hell is going on.

J.R.: What'd she say?

Tad: She didn't say anything. I couldn't find her.

J.R.: Well, what about Lanie? Did you --

Tad: Oh, don't get met started on your Aunt Lanie. All your Aunt Lanie did is give me the runaround. And one thing I am reasonably certain, Dixie is not in Paris. Listen, did she call you?

J.R.: Yeah, she's called me a couple of times.

Tad: Did she say anything?

J.R.: Just the usual stuff, like, how's school, things like that.

Tad: No, no, no, that's not what I mean. Listen to me, this is really important. I want you to think hard. Did she say anything that would lead you to believe, you know, where she is? Did she mention, like, any kind of a tourist spot or a landmark, something like that?

J.R.: No, nothing. Tad, do you think mom's in trouble?

Tad: That's the problem. I have no idea.

J.R.: I'm going to Europe.

Adam: No, no -- no, that's not possible, no.

J.R.: Dad, I need to find my mom.

Adam: You can't leave the country. You have community service work to be done. You -- and not to mention your schooling.

J.R.: Screw school! I need to be with my mom!

Adam: Dixie is fine.

J.R.: Did you hear what Tad just said?

Adam: I think Tad probably overreacted just a little bit. I think he probably would agree that Dixie avoided him because she didn't want to deal with him so soon after the divorce.

Tad: Yeah, no, Adam is right. I mean, he's absolutely right. I apologize. Dixie took off. It wasn't a problem with you. I promise you, okay? It's my problem, and I'm sorry. I'm sorry I got you all riled up.

J.R.: Can we go now, please?

Tad: No. I can’t. You know that I would love more than anything else to have you living with me, but under the circumstances, I believe that the best place for you is right here.

J.R.: Come on, Tad.

Tad: I can’t. Your mother thought that this was the best place for you. So just do me a favor, okay? Please, give it another shot.

J.R.: Again, what I think doesn't matter. Tell Liza she missed her chance to get rid of me.

Adam: Okay. The friction between me and Liza has nothing to do with you, son.

J.R.: Yeah, right.

Adam: Hey, why don't you go upstairs to your room and unpack, and we'll talk some more later. Okay? Never again. Not again.

Tad: Damn it. All right --

Adam: Don't ever come into this house again. That boy has enough to deal with without you pouring more on top of it!

Tad: I apologize. It won't happen again.

Adam: Damn straight.

Tad: So, tell me about all this friction between you and Liza.

Adam: Why don't you just mind your own -- get out!

Tad: You're right, you're right. I should ask her, anyway. One last thing. Seriously, has Dixie called you?

Adam: Would you just give it a rest?

Tad: Give it a rest? What is your problem? Just because he's living with you here now, it's that easy for you to write her off?

Adam: Dixie is a grown woman.

Tad: A grown woman with heart problems.

Adam: You think she's hiding something from you?

Tad: I know she's hiding something. That's the only reason she took off. Whatever the reason is, there is somebody else that knows about it.

Adam: Who?

Tad: David Hayward.

Jake: Sorry about all the calls. I might have to start wearing a headset.

Mia: I'm just going to get out of your hair now.

Jake: No, no, no. We're going to pick up where we left off. I want to know why you want to bag your job here.

Mia: You just started as Chief of Staff. And you hired me.

Jake: And I take credit for that, too.

Mia: No, no, Jake, I'm not going to let you take the blame for all of my screw-ups. I'm just not going to make you look bad like that.

Jake: It's not going to happen.

Mia: You don't know that.

Jake: Mia, you're making problems for yourself. Just stop, okay? Ease up. I mean, just making your way around this hospital can be a real challenge. Two weeks or a month or so, this place is going to feel like home.

Mia: It's easy for you to say.

Jake: I believe in you. You're caring, considerate, compassionate. I mean, just the fact that you really do care about the job you do around here lets me know that you're going to deliver nothing but your very best. And that's what we need in this hospital. Stay, please.

Mia: Okay. I'll give it another shot.

Jake: Good. You won't regret it.

Woman: Dr. Martin?

Jake: Yeah?

Woman: Did you have a chance to review that list of incoming residents?

Jake: Actually, no. No, where'd you put it?

Woman: I put it on your desk.

Woman: I need you to sign off on that so I can send out the orientation letters.

Jake: Kelly, you know what? I got so many files around here, I don't know exactly where it is. Would you mind printing me up another copy, please?

Kelly: No problem.

Jake: Thanks. You know, I got to run off to a staff meeting, but can you meet with me later?

Mia: Yeah, I guess so.

Jake: Yeah?

Mia: Yeah.

Jake: All right. That way I can catch you up on the art of raising and lowering a hospital bed.

Mia: Well, you know, I could use all the help I can get, so that'd be great.

Jake: That's good. Good. All right, I'll see you later, okay?

Mia: See you.

Mia: Don't worry, Jake. I'll find some way to handle him.

Anna: Oh, Mayor Tutwiler. This is an honor, Sir. Yes, Commissioner, thank you so much.

Commissioner: Can we get this over with? I have another meeting at 5:00.

Anna: I'm waiting for someone.

Jack: Dr. Hayward looks like he's a no-show.

Anna: I'll call him. Excuse --

[Phone rings]

Anna: Oh, this must be him. Where are you?

Charlie: Anna, it's Charlie. I got that info you wanted on Dixie Martin.

Anna: Oh. That was fast. Do you know why she left the country?

Charlie: I'm not sure if this is a factor, but the ex-Mrs. Martin is pregnant.

Ryan: Hey, hey, hey. Kendall, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait --

Kendall: I want to be alone right now.

Ryan: Listen to me.

Kendall: I want to be alone right now, please.

Ryan: No, no, wait, wait --

Kendall: Don't touch me. I want to be alone right now. I want to be alone!

Ryan: Shh, shh, it's okay. I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I know, I know, I know. Shh, shh, shh, it's okay. I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Come here, come here, come here. Shh, shh, shh, shh. I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

Charlie's voice: The ex-Mrs. Martin is pregnant, is pregnant, is pregnant, is pregnant, is pregnant.

Commissioner: Ms. Devane?

Mayor Tutwiler: Are you ready to take the oath of office?

Anna: Oh, yes.

Mayor Tutwiler: Place your hand on the bible.

Anna: I, Anna Devane, do solemnly swear that I will support the constitution of the Commonwealth of Pennsylvania and that I will faithfully discharge the duties of the office of Chief of Police of Pine Valley to the best of my ability, upholding and enforcing the law of this municipality, so help me God.

Mayor Tutwiler: Congratulations.

Anna: Thank you.

Commissioner: Good luck.

Anna: Oh, so you have my word that -- was it something I said?

Jack: Well, you weren't exactly their first choice.

Anna: Am I going to pay for that, Jack?

Jack: Do you care?

Anna: No. Not particularly.

Jack: Good. Glad to hear it.

Man: Are you Anna Devane?

Anna: Yes.

Man: Congratulations, Chief.

Anna: And you are?

Man: I work for the city. This is for you.

Anna: What is it?

Man: A summons for you to appear before the grand jury as a witness in the Commonwealth's case against Dr. David Hayward. You have been served.

Adam: You think Dixie left Pine Valley because of David Hayward?

Tad: No, no, no, not because of him. With -- it's hard to explain. All I know is that she wouldn't have left Pine Valley without a damn good reason.

Adam: Yeah, it's not like Dixie to leave J.R. behind.

Tad: Exactly. And my gut tells me whatever that reason is, Hayward’s got a hand in it.

Adam: Confront him.

Tad: I have, twice, most recently at the hospital this afternoon. He gave me the brushoff. But I'm on to something, I know that.

Adam: Yeah, well, I care about Dixie. I hope you find her.

Tad: Yeah. I will.

[Phone rings]

Adam: Adam Chandler.

David: Yeah, Adam, I need to speak with Liza.

Adam: Who is this?

David: It's David Hayward.

Anna: What do you want with my wife?

David: Don't give me a hard time, okay? I need to speak with Liza. It's urgent.

Marian: Liza, darling, I'm so glad you invited Colby and me to join you. It is a glorious day and warm enough to eat ice cream. Where's Colby? Liza? Liza?

Liza: What?

Marian: Where's Colby?

Liza: Colby?

Marian: I left her here with you when I went to get the ice cream. Where did she go? I don't see her anywhere.

Liza: Colby? Colby?

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

Simone: You should write a book.

Leo: That's brilliant.

Anna: You made a big mistake, and you really can't afford to make any mistakes, especially with me.

Kendall: You don't have to do this.

Ryan: I know.

Adam: Where is she, Liza?

Marian: Oh, my God, Liza --

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