AMC Transcript Tuesday 5/28/02


All My Children Transcript Tuesday 5/28/02

Provided by Suzanne
Proofread by Kathy

>> Previously on "All My Children" --

Greenlee: Daddy's really trying hard to be the husband and father he should've been all this time. And once you see him, you'll be able to tell the difference right away.

Leo: You are some kind of a father, you know that, Roger?

Roger: Where you going?

Leo: To see Greenlee.

Liza: The only person who I trust is you with those bankbooks.

Ryan: Can you trust me enough to find out who we are together?

Kendall: I trust you with my whole life.

Simone: I am so sorry, Greenlee. There's just no excuse.

Roger: Simone, maybe we should talk about this --

Simone: No. This is our fault, your father and mine. Oh, Greenlee, I beg you -- please, no matter what's happened, please don't let this ruin your wedding.

Mary: Roger, what now? What have you done to our little girl?

Ryan: I'm just saying I still don't like it.

Kendall: Listen; what Trey is suggesting is completely out there, I know. But we have to trust him.

Ryan: Oh, we do, do we?

Kendall: You hired him.

Ryan: Yeah, I know he's supposed to good, but I mean, making you --

Kendall: Listen, what other choice do we have? Who else is there? Erica's slept with every other lawyer there is in town. The male ones, anyway.

Ryan: I'm not saying get rid of the guy. I'm just saying that he should allow us to be more involved -- I mean, more involved in your defense.

[Knock on door]

Kendall: That's him. Listen, I like Trey. Besides, with my reputation, it's good for me to have such a clean-cut lawyer standing next to me.

Trey: Hello. So, it's all set. Is Pine Valley's biggest fibber ready to take a lie detector test?

Adam: Can I pour you a water?

Liza: Sure.

Mia: Oh, how's Marian's headache, Stuart?

Stuart: Oh, Marian's fine. She's good. I was just out in the kitchen with Lucretia. She's making quite a spread out there.

Jake: I'm sure she is.

Mia: Hope she's not disappointed if nobody eats it.

Stuart: I'm not hungry. I still -- I keep thinking about saying good-bye to Dixie and then -- and Hayley's upstairs worrying about Enzo.

Mia: Yeah, well, at least his fever went down.

Stuart: Oh, good, good. That's great news. Yeah, Jake, I'm still -- Adam -- he's in one of his moods tonight. Jake, I'm really glad that you could come tonight because we may need a referee. Excuse me.

Jake: Sure, sure.

Mia: Sure.

Jake: So, a referee? I thought that was your job.

Mia: So did I. I bet you wish I hadn't invited you now, huh?

Jake: No, not a chance, not a chance. I think you can use some backup. You know, as a matter of fact, I was thinking we could walk out to the rose garden and see if we can work up an appetite.

Mia: Hmm.

Liza: I hope you'll give us all a break tonight. Everybody's tense.

Adam: I don't know what you're talking about.

Liza: You've been glowering since you came home from the service. Is it about Dixie dying, or is it something else?

Adam: I don't know what else it could be. Do you, Liza?

Liza: He's impossible tonight.

Stuart: You know, I know the best way for you two to be friends again. Why don't you just tell him your big secret?

Hayley: Who's a big boy? Yes, shh. Who's a big boy?

Mateo: Hey, come on, we need you downstairs. Everyone's in a funk. Please.

Hayley: Good, I'm glad you're here. Come here. Feel him again. His fever's back.

Mateo: Really?

Hayley: Yeah, yeah, feel.

Mateo: Let me see. Yeah, you're right. He's warm.

Hayley: Please, can you go get Jake? I just want him to check him out. This isn't normal. Please.

[Enzo cries]

Hayley: Shh, shh. Yes, baby.

Ryan: I thought that polygraph tests weren't admissible in court.

Trey: Well, I'll try to ease it in. But in any case, we'll make sure that the media gets the results of the test. And since the jury's not sequestered, well, they'll hear that Kendall here didn't start the fire at Erica’s house. And that's all that really matters, right?

Kendall: Oh. Very slick.

Ryan: Yeah, very slick. If she passes. What happens if she flunks?

Roger: Mary. I had no idea that you'd be here. Impulsive as ever, I see.

Mary: No, it wasn't impulsive. I changed my plans. I didn't want to miss Greenlee's first wedding. And I hope you and your friend haven't ruined it. Hello? Somebody want to introduce us?

Greenlee: Mother, this is Simone, my maid of honor.

Mary: Ah.

Greenlee: She's not Daddy's friend, she's mine.

Leo: Her best friend.

Greenlee: Simone, this is my mother, Mary Smythe.

Mary: Hi. It's a pleasure.

Simone: Mrs. Smythe.

Mary: No, please call me Mary.

Simone: Mary.

Mary: I was just telling Greenlee how she had a difficult time holding on to friends when she was a girl, and there was a party once -- oh, never mind. I'll tell you about it later. I'm sorry; you were about to make some kind of a confession. Go ahead.

Simone: Oh --

Roger: It doesn't -- doesn't matter.

Greenlee: Well, I want to know. What's the big secret, Simone? I mean, what could you and Daddy possibly do to my wedding?

Roger: Sweetheart, it's nothing. A big mix-up. Let it go.

Leo: Yeah, yeah, it's over. And as for details, I'd rather not know.

Greenlee: Leo? Are you in on their secret?

Leo: Um, no. What?

Mary: Looks like there's a conspiracy in the works here.

Greenlee: Daddy, I thought I we had a new understanding. No more lies.

Mary: Oh, is that what he said? That is a turnaround.

Greenlee: Come on, Daddy. Show Mom how upfront you can be.

Mary: Well, we haven't heard from the maid of honor in a while. I think we'll have better luck with her.

Roger: All right. Simone and I have been keeping something from you, and we raced right over here because we were certain that you'd caught on, but you didn't.

Greenlee: So tell me. How bad can it be?

Roger: You decide. Simone and I arranged an engagement party for you.

Greenlee: You did?

Roger: Uh-huh.

Mary: Oh --

Greenlee: That's so incredibly sweet!

Mary: Yes. That's the classified secret?

Roger: Well, and the caterer called here and left a message. I gave him, mistakenly, your number instead of my own.

Leo: Oh --

Greenlee: Oh, I didn't get a mess-- you erased it.

Leo: Yeah, I did. I didn't want to know what they were doing.

Greenlee: Damn. Daddy, I'm so not used to you making a fuss over me, but I love it. And you are just the best maid of honor ever.

Simone: Oh, no, it's -- really, let's not talk about it anymore.

Greenlee: Okay, fine! I won't talk about it. This is so fabulous! And now that I have my mom here, all the people I adore are going to be at my wedding.

Mary: And that's as it should be. Oh, by the way, darling, I took your towels down in the bathroom.

Leo: What? Why?

Greenlee: They're not clean?

Mary: Oh, of course they are. No, they're fine. They're just a little bit rough, and I want to get you some softer ones that don't clash with the rest of the room.

Greenlee: Oh, but I really --

Mary: Darling, a woman's bathroom makes such a statement about who she is. Let's just rethink that statement.

Greenlee: Well, I have lots more. Come on, I'll show you.

Mary: Do you have any Turkish towels?

Greenlee: No.

Mary: Oh, we'll fix that.

Roger: Now you see what I've had to put up with for 30 years.

Simone: Don't say another word. That was so humiliating.

Roger: So, you talked tough downstairs, Leo, but you came up here and you couldn't tell her about Simone and me, right?

Leo: No, I couldn't because her mother's here. But don't think for one second that either one of you two are out of the net. You're just as much -- you're just as toxic as everybody ever –

Mary: This is going to be a bigger job than I thought.

Greenlee: No, but it's not necessary, Mother. I --

Mary: Let me get my palm pilot. The bedroom's going to need a little bit of revamping, too.

Greenlee: Mom, I'm not going to let you redecorate my whole apartment.

Mary: Oh, nonsense. It'll be my wedding gift to you.

Greenlee: I don't need a gift from you.

Mary: Well, then it'll be your gift to me. Or don't you like shopping with me anymore?

Leo: I think this -- I love this place.

Roger: I always thought it was fine.

Greenlee: You know what? Maybe Mom is right. I mean after all, she's the artist, not me.

Leo: Well, so what?

Greenlee: Mother has won international prizes for her sculptures.

Simone: Yes, yes. Greenlee told me.

Greenlee: And you know what's so cool? My father is totally supportive. Always.

Simone: You know what, I'm going to take off.

Greenlee: No, no. You can’t. I want you and Mom to get to know each other better.

Mary: Yes, Simone, I'd like that, too. Now, I want you to tell me exactly what you do.

Simone: Oh.

Greenlee: Oh, wait till you hear. Actually, you and Simone have a lot in common.

Stuart: It's terrible to see the way you and Adam act like strangers. And everybody can see that all you want to do is hug each other.

Liza: Is that what you see?

Stuart: What I see is that you're acting like him. He can tell lies. He's always told lies. He does it all the time, and it always blows up in his face. Do you want that to happen to you?

Liza: What did mother share with you?

Stuart: Don't blame Marian.

Liza: Mm-hmm. My mother can't keep a secret to save her life.

Stuart: Well, so what? Secrets stink. Now, you know what I mean and what I'm talking about. I know I shouldn't be butting in, but I --

Adam: Where is Winifred?

Liza: She's getting ready to serve dinner.

Adam: Ah. J.R. just called from Tad's house. He wants to come by and pick up his leather jacket. Seems he and Tad are going for a walk together on the beach.

Liza: Well, that's a picture. But it might be good for the both of them.

Adam: Yes. Well, I imagine I can find it in his room.

Stuart: You two are so dumb. Why don't you just hug each other?

Hayley: Who's the baby?

Jake: Hey, there. What's up?

Hayley: Oh, Jake, thank you so much. Listen, I'm sure we're overreacting.

[Enzo cries]

Hayley: But he's had a fever on and off, and his eyes look very glassy. And, I don't know, he just hasn't been himself.

Jake: There he is. Let me take a look here, buddy. Right here.

Hayley: Please, please, take a look.

Jake: Yeah.

Mateo: Here's the thermometer.

Hayley: Oh, thank you.

Jake: You know what? You're right, he is a little warm.

Hayley: Yeah, here's -- take that thermometer from Mateo? Thank you.

[Enzo whimpers]

Jake: Yeah, okay. Hang on.

Hayley: I don't know. He's -- he's just not himself. It just doesn't seem right.

Jake: Mm-hmm.

Hayley: Shh, shh, shh.

Kendall: What do you mean, if I flunk it?

Trey: Relax, Kendall. It happens. When a client's loved one starts to doubt their innocence -- though it doesn't usually start this early in the game.

Ryan: Okay, all right. I don't think you set that fire. You know that. Come on, Kendall. What were we talking about before Trey even showed up here?

Kendall: About how to keep me out of jail.

Ryan: No. About how I want to be more involved in the defense.

Trey: See, that's where I think you're going wrong. I usually advise my clients not to discuss their cases at all. I'm sure you two have more pleasant things to talk about, right?

Kendall: Yeah. Yeah, and if I just happen to flunk it, then I can go and torch the polygraph office. While I'm at it, I might as well just burn down the courthouse. That way we won't have to just worry about the trial.

Ryan: Come on. Come on.

Trey: Will you just --

Ryan: You know what, you shut up. All right? I don't doubt you. I believe in you 100%. But listen to yourself. How do you think these tests work, Kendall? They gage your heart rate. They gage your emotional state. What do you think those lines on the page would be doing if you're losing it like you're losing it right now?

Kendall: Oh.

Trey: Kendall knows what's at stake here. I'm sure she'll behave in a proper manner.

Kendall: Well, you're sure. I'm not.

Ryan: I'm just saying that's a huge step. It's too big a step to depend on a machine that's going to say whatever it's programmed to say.

Kendall: You know what, he's right. What's to keep me from flipping out during the test?

Trey: Well, I'll be there.

Ryan: Okay. But what's the rush? I mean, why don't we let the fire experts look around a little bit. I mean, somebody else had to who have been in the house, right?

Kendall: Yeah, yeah.

Ryan: Right. So let the forensics team look around. Maybe they'll find some evidence that will tell us who that person was.

Ryan: I say we shelve the polygraph test for now.

Trey: Ahem.

Kendall: You know what, I'm with Ryan. I think we should wait and see whatever evidence turns up. I mean, that way they could find whoever did this.

[Enzo cries]

Hayley: I know exactly how he got sick. It was that sticky girl at the park.

Mateo: Sticky girl?

Hayley: Yeah, she was sneezing and coughing, and, you know, a walking Petri dish. But you can't say anything to these parents.

Mateo: No, you can’t. You can't tell them anything.

Jake: Uh, question here. How long has he had this bruise?

Hayley and Mateo: I don't know.

Mateo: I've never seen that bruise.

Hayley: No.

Mateo: At the playground maybe? Did you --

Hayley: No, no. I was watching him the whole time.

Jake: Well, that's okay. It's all right, Hayley. Um --

Hayley: Well, what does that mean? I mean, what is that a sign of?

Jake: Well, I think that, you know, taking into consideration the rising fever that he has, we want to take him in and have some tests run.

Mateo: At the hospital?

Hayley: Now?

Jake: Yeah, well, I can make arrangements for you right away.

Hayley: Oh, God. Oh, yeah. Okay. God. And you know what? Can we go -- let's sneak out the back because I don't want to alarm everybody and get them all freaked out. And I couldn't the handle the questions right now.

Jake: All right, sure. I'll cover for you. Listen; let me take my bag out of here, all right?

Hayley: Sure, okay.

Mateo: Thanks, Jake.

Hayley: Shh.

Jake: See you both -- all three there, okay?

Mateo: Okay.

Hayley: Thanks. Oh, God.

Mateo: It's nothing, all right? It's going to be --

Hayley: Are you sure?

Mateo: Yeah, he's fine.

Hayley: Yeah, baby.

Mateo: He's fine.

Liza: You sent J.R.'s jacket along?

Adam: Yeah.

Liza: He and Tad will know what to say to one another. You know, we should be getting in to dinner. Where is everybody?

Mia: Oh, well, Stuart went to the wine cellar for Winifred, and Hayley and Mateo are still upstairs.

Jake: Actually, not anymore. Mateo got a phone call and they had to go, and Hayley said that she would call later.

Mia: Oh.

Liza: Well, then I guess it's just the four of us and Stuart.

Jake: Actually, sorry. I've got to run to the hospital. I got a call myself.

Mia: Oh, no.

Jake: Yeah.

Mia: Well, do you think I could ask Lucretia to make up two plates for Jake and I? We could eat them at the hospital after you're done with your thing.

Jake: I wish I could, but I don't think I'm going to be able to.

Mia: Oh, come on. You have to eat something.

Jake: I don't know how long I'm going to be. Anyway, the last place you want be tonight is back at the hospital. You were just there with Liza. Give me a rain check?

Mia: Sure.

Jake: Okay. Liza, Adam.

Adam: So, you lied to me? What were you doing at the hospital?

Trey: Okay. Shall we do an informal poll of the room? Everyone with a law degree in the room raise his hand.

Kendall: Ahem.

Trey: Uh-huh.

Ryan: All right, all right, all right. I'm not telling you how to do you your job.

Trey: Excuse me, but you are. And you're starting to show your ignorance if you think that Jackson Montgomery’s experts are going to turn up anything in our favor.

Ryan: Well, they'll find it if it's there.

Trey: You would think so, wouldn't you? But let me remind you that the police think they have an airtight case, and they're not about to go looking for more suspects.

Kendall: Ryan, he's right.

Trey: And we know that Jackson Montgomery has a personal animosity towards Kendall and he'll bend every rule he can to get her convicted.

Ryan: Now, hold on a second there. I know what kind of a prosecutor Jackson Montgomery is, and he's not going to go after Kendall if he knows she's innocent.

Trey: Ahem. Do you have any bottled water or anything?

Ryan: What? No, I drink tap water.

Trey: Oh, because I happened to see some vending machines out there and there was some water in it. Do you mind?

Ryan: You know what, if you want to talk to your client alone, then you can just say so.

Kendall: Ryan, you don't have to go.

Trey: Do you mind? I never drink tap water.

Ryan: No problem, sport.

Kendall: I don't have any secrets from Ryan.

Trey: Oh, yes, you do. Ryan doesn't know that you were in Bianca’s room where the fire started. That's one.

Kendall: So what? I was in that room weeks before the fire.

Trey: Do you really think that Jack Montgomery’s experts can make that distinction?

Kendall: Well, they're bound to find who else was there.

Trey: What they'll find is evidence that you were in that room, and that's all they'll need. What do you think Ryan will say then?

Kendall: Ryan believes in me. I don't want to mess that up.

Trey: Look, I know it'd be better if we had our own experts. But we can't afford to hire them, can we?

Kendall: No, we can't.

Trey: Kendall, I realize that taking a polygraph test isn't the perfect solution. But it's something. We have to give it a shot.

Kendall: But what do I tell Ryan?

Trey: I hesitate to even suggest this, but --

Kendall: What?

Trey: You could take the polygraph test and lie to Ryan.

Kendall: Lie about taking a polygraph test? Trey, you have a dark side.

Mary: Now, what could Simone and I possibly have in common? Other than our devotion to you, of course.

Greenlee: Well, you both majored in journalism in college.

Mary: Oh, that was a lifetime ago. My writing skills are limited to making lists these days. So why don't we just jot down everything that needs reworking.

Roger: Mary -- ahem -- why don't we leave Greenlee's loft alone and concentrate on giving her the best possible wedding, hmm?

Mary: That's the reason I'm here, Roger.

Roger: Why are you being so defensive?

Mary: I'm not. Why are you being so defensive?

Roger: Me? I'm not giving our daughter a makeover. Let's put her first for once in our lives, all right?

Mary: Okay, okay. Where is the sudden caring and concern and psychobabble -- is this your attempt to make believe that you've really changed?

Roger: You know what? It took a long time and it was very painful, but I do have new priorities, yes.

Mary: Mm-hmm. Like your car is more important than your bank account now? What are you hiding?

Roger: Nothing. All I want is for Greenlee to be happy and for you and I not to be enemies.

Mary: Roger, you always want the impossible.

Leo: I'm going to go get something. I'll be right back.

Greenlee: Okay, okay. Just look at the way they're talking to each other. I mean, obviously they still care about each other. Maybe going through with this wedding will make them think of getting remarried.

Simone: Remarried?

Greenlee: Why not? They deserve each other. I mean, who else would want them?

[Phone rings]

Mary: Darling, should I answer that? I left this number for a designer I met in London.

Greenlee: Sure, go ahead.


Mary: Mother of the bride speaking.

Vanessa: Oh, is this Mrs. Smythe? I have to tell you that I'm absolutely mad about your daughter.

Mary: Would you like to speak to her?

Vanessa: Not yet. Are you sitting down? Are you comfortable? Because we have so much to talk about.

Vanessa: Oh, I can't believe I'm talking to Mary Smythe. You are here for your daughter's wedding?

Mary: Yes, Miss --

[Vanessa laughs]

Vanessa: I saw your pictures in the paper. I mean, you're really going to have to try hard not to overshadow the bride.

Mary: Oh, well, thank you. To whom am I speaking?

Vanessa: It's Rosie. Rosie Wells from MGM.

Mary: MGM, the movie studio?

Leo: She doesn't have a movie studio --

Vanessa: Oh, yes. Hasn't you daughter even mentioned me?

Mary: No, Rosie, I'm afraid she hasn't.

Greenlee: Rosie? Who is that?

Mary: I friend of yours, it seems.

Vanessa: Oh, is that the bride I hear?

Mary: Yes, she's anxious to talk to you.

Vanessa: You must be so proud -- your daughter, finally getting married. I mean, finally.

Mary: I beg your pardon?

Vanessa: Well, I mean, she has been around the block a few times. I mean, tell me, darling -- what color is the wedding dress going to be?

Mary: I don't like what you're insinuating.

Leo: I'll talk to her.

Greenlee: No, no, I want to -- who is this?

Vanessa: Oh, the bride herself, the girl of the moment. Hello, dear.

Greenlee: You have some nerve, Vanessa. Don't you ever call here again!

Vanessa: Oh, wait, wait, wait, wait, Greenlee. I was only being polite. As a girl, I was always taught that you should call first before dropping by.

Greenlee: Where are you?

Vanessa: Oh, well, look out the window, dear. I'm the crazy lady with the big, big binoculars.

Greenlee: You're lying. You're locked up.

Vanessa: But isn't it wonderful having your Mommy there? It's just a shame she couldn't come when you were recuperating from almost having your throat cut.

Greenlee: I'm not scared of you.

Vanessa: You know, I've been telling Vanessa she should be very ashamed of herself, and she says, "I -- I should've finished the job."

Greenlee: I'm not scared of you, Vanessa.

Vanessa: Oh, darling, I'm Rosie. Oh, and wait till you hear my news. I am rehearsing a very special song to sing at your wedding.

Greenlee: You are not getting anywhere near my wedding. Do you hear me?

Vanessa: Oh, but please, I need the publicity. Oh, and besides, I promise you, every newspaper in the country will cover it if I'm there.

Leo: What'd she say?

Greenlee: This all your fault! For going to see her, for treating her like a normal person!

Leo: What did she say? Just tell me --

Greenlee: She's going to sing at our wedding.

Mary: Greenlee, what's going on here? Who was that?

Greenlee: That was Leo's psychotic mother calling from the loony bin.

Adam: I thought we were past this, Liza.

Liza: Mia, would you give us a moment alone, please?

Adam: Yes, go. It seems I can't trust you, either.

Liza: No, no, no, don't blame Mia. I was the one who wanted to keep it from you.

Adam: I can believe that.

Adam: Well?

Liza: I was scared. I -- I had a dizzy spell.

Adam: Was that the night you screamed and claimed you saw a mouse?

Liza: Yes. Yes, it was a blur.

Adam: What did the doctor say? The tumor isn't --

Liza: No, no. The tests came back fine. They said I had nothing to be alarmed about and that I was back to normal, almost.

Adam: Are you, Liza?

Liza: Yes. That's why I didn't want you to worry.

Adam: How can I not worry? You say you're fine, and I have no reason to believe you. The worst part is, you could be sick and you wouldn't even tell me.

Trey: Forget lying to Ryan. It was a lousy idea.

Kendall: No, Trey --

Trey: It's just that you're my client and Ryan's not.

Kendall: No, Trey, my freedom is at stake here. I want to hear all of your ideas, no matter how bad you think they are.

Trey: Well, normally, I wouldn't bring up things that are that dishonest, but --

Kendall: You can chill. I'm not exactly a stranger to dishonesty.

Trey: That's why I thought I could mention it.

Kendall: But I don't want to lie to Ryan.

Trey: I understand.

Kendall: On the other hand, he doesn't have a polygraph machine to test me with.

Trey: That's true.

Kendall: And if the test turns out in my favor, how could he be mad?

Trey: Let's just keep one thing clear -- it was your decision.

Kendall: I'll think about it.

Trey: Well, here are the details. Let me know what you're thinking. I'll be there.

Ryan: So, how are we doing in here?

Trey: I think we're done here. Kendall, I'll be in touch.

Kendall: Thank you.

Trey: Thanks.

Ryan: So, did the Boy Scout push you into taking the polygraph test?

Kendall: Not really. I asked him to come up with another angle, and he said he would.

Ryan: Good. You did the right thing.

Mary: You can't be serious. My daughter is marrying a gigolo whose mother is a criminally insane drug trafficker?

Roger: Well, look on the bright side. At least she'll have a real reason to hate her mother-in-law.

Mary: Shut up, Roger!

Greenlee: Mom, this may be a shock to you, but I'm fine.

Mary: You're fine? What about me?

Leo: Okay. Well, your pal Trey strikes again. He's the one who got Vanessa the phone privileges.

Greenlee: Yeah, but is she still locked up?

Leo: Yes, yes, she's still locked up and she's under watch, and I talked to her and I warned her never to call here again.

Greenlee: Oh, yeah. Well, I'm sure she'll do just what you say.

Mary: Do you think she's going to attempt to show up at the wedding?

Roger: Mary, she's in a rubber room.

Mary: Oh, God. I'm getting a migraine.

Greenlee: Why don't you just lie down?

Mary: No. I'll just go check into my hotel. It's the Valley --

Greenlee: The Valley Inn. Daddy, could you drive her there, please?

Roger: Uh, certainly. I'll -- as long as I leave you with Leo and --

Leo: Simone?

Roger: Right.

Mary: Are we going, Roger, or not?

Greenlee: Yeah, come on. Come on, I'll walk you out.

Roger: All right.

Simone: Thank you.

Leo: This is a disaster.

Simone: I am so sorry, Leo. But I can tell you one thing that will make things better. Roger and I -- we're history.

Ryan: You know, that guy made one good point. We don't have to spend the whole time talking about the case.

Kendall: Well, it's not like I've seen any good movies lately. I wonder why.

Ryan: We can plan our bike trip because I got the maps just like I said I would.

Kendall: Oh, you didn't forget.

Ryan: No, I didn't forget. So here's what I'm thinking. All right, I'm thinking that before we go west, we could head south -- like down to Miami, maybe Fort Lauderdale.

Kendall: Actually, I have a place where I would love to go. Have you ever heard of Raccoon Junction, Tennessee?

Ryan: What, like, home of the biggest ball of twine or something?                                                                    

Kendall: No.

Ryan: What's that?

Kendall: When I was working at Enchantment, we got this memo from this place. And it just so happens that it is one of the few places in this country that don't have an Enchantment outlet.

Ryan: All right, sounds good to me.

Kendall: Oh, it gets better. It also has no cable TV, which means no one there has ever heard of Erica Kane.

Ryan: A place with no Erica Kane.

Kendall: Gee, Ryan, you think there is such a place?

Liza: There was a reason that I didn't tell you.

Adam: Of course there is. You don't trust me. You can't trust me. Liza, I don't know what else I can do. Where are we headed?

Liza: I don't know. But don't blame yourself. This was my fault.

Adam: I don't care whose fault it is. I just want to mend it. Sweetheart, I don't want us to end up like Tad and Dixie, with some huge grief between us so one day you just -- you just leave without a word.

Liza: I don't want that to happen. I want us to work.

Adam: Then you have to stop --

Liza: I know, I know I have to stop lying. I'm sorry. I -- I overreacted. I didn't want to worry you. I didn't want you to get frightened in front of Colby.

Adam: Sweetheart, there's always a reason.

Liza: You're right. I was wrong. I have to trust you no matter what.

Adam: And I have to know I can trust you.

Liza: No, you're right. I know what I have in you, and I treasure it.

Adam: So the next step is yours.

Liza: I promise. No more secrets.

Stuart: Oh, this is great! So at least one good thing happened tonight.

Liza: Yes, Stuart. Thank you. I'm going to go upstairs and I'm just going to check on Colby.

Adam: Okay, I'll be right there.

Stuart: I'm so glad the big secret is out. I know I probably would've blabbed it at the wrong time.

Hayley: Hi.

Man: Hi.

Hayley: Can you tell me what's happening with my baby?

Man: Oh, I'm just an intern. But the doctor -- he'll be out soon.

Hayley: Okay, thanks. You know, I'm sorry. I think maybe we should've told Adam what was going on.

Mateo: No, no, no. There will be time for that when we know something.

Hayley: You know, I keep trying everything in my power not to be terrified. It's not working.

Mateo: Maria taught me how to deal with this stuff in the hospital, okay? You think of the happiest day you ever spent with the person you're worried about. That way you have a nice, clear mind. Just think happy thoughts and you'll know how to deal with things.

Hayley: This is Enzo we're talking about. Every day of his life is happy and joyful.

Mateo: And we're going to have lots and lots more. I promise. Yes, I promise.

Hayley: Hey, Jake, how is he?

Jake: I don't want you to be alarmed.

Mateo: Jake, just tell us.

Jake: I gave Enzo something to bring the fever down.

Hayley: And?

Jake: And it hasn't helped. So we've found nothing conclusive, so I'd like to keep him overnight.

Mateo: More tests?

Jake: Yeah.

Mateo: Jake, you must have some idea what's going on, though. I mean --

Jake: Well, at this point I think what we need to do is just rule out a number of things from a simple virus to an allergic reaction.

Hayley: Well, that doesn't sound very serious.

Jake: They aren’t.

Hayley: Then why are you keeping him overnight?

Jake: Just being cautious.

Hayley: Can you give us the -- uh -- worst-case scenario?

Jake: Okay, Hayley, Hayley, I don't even want you to go there right now because I don't want you to worry needlessly, okay?

Hayley: Mm-hmm.

Mateo: Right.

Hayley: Yeah, you're right. He's right.

Mateo: Yep.

Hayley: Can we go see him?

Jake: Sure, sure. Go right on in.

Hayley: Okay.

Mateo: Thanks.

Mia: You're glad Adam found out? God, he must've been furious.

Liza: Well, he was. But if we're going to be together, I have to learn how to trust him, no matter how hard that is for me.

Mia: You know, Adam really loves you, Liza. >From the outside looking in, what you two have looks so wonderful.

Liza: It is. Thank you for not letting me return the money to Chandler Enterprises.

Mia: It was too risky.

Liza: Adam can't find out that I've been keeping a secret bank account. Not now, not when we really have a chance.

Adam: No, it's all right, Stuart. Liza told me everything.

Stuart: And you're not mad?

Adam: No, I'm not mad.

Stuart: That's great. I could've told her that. I mean, you're a billionaire. What do you care about some bankbooks?

Adam: What bankbooks?

Ryan: I can't believe this. There actually is a Raccoon Junction.

Kendall: Oh, my God, there it is.

Ryan: You know what? I bet you that it's really cheap there. I bet you the land's cheap. I could probably buy you, like, the biggest, most luxurious mobile home in the county.

Kendall: Oh, yeah, with my luck, I'll end up living in one of those tiny, little cells with one of Erica’s fans as cellmates.

Ryan: No, no. It's not going to happen. I told you, we're going to do whatever we got to do to find out who really set that fire, okay?

Trey: Rosie, Rosie, Rosie. What did you do?

Vanessa: I used the telephone. Is that a crime? A sin? What?

Trey: You were abusive and threatening. If you do that again, you're going to lose your privileges.

Vanessa: Oh. Oh. All right. Another suspension, huh? All right, I'll be good, I'll be good. But when am I going to get out of here? Because I'm so ready to go on location.

Trey: That's all going to happen very soon. The authorities are having some difficulties with your evidence.

Vanessa: And you keep saying that, and I'm tired of hearing it.

Trey: I understand.

Vanessa: You understand. Well, understand this, because I will just go out and find a new agent if you don't get me freed from here by the time the Smythe/du Pres wedding takes place. Because it is going to be the social event of the season. And if it isn't, my presence there will make it. Want one? Twinkle, twinkle.

Simone: I can see why you'd be skeptical, but Roger and I are over, Leo. If this isn't the worst day of my life, it's definitely in the top three. I'm never going to put myself in this position again, ever.

Leo: Don't worry about it.

Greenlee: You didn't leave.

Simone: No. But I got to take off. Bye.

Greenlee: Bye.

Leo: Greenlee, don't be mad at me. It's not my fault that Vanessa called here. I don't -- I don't like going to visit her, but it's all part of my plan, you know?

Greenlee: Damn your damn plan.

Leo: Okay, okay. Okay, I'm going to go visit her one more time. Just that one more time. I'm going to make her tell me where that drug money is, okay? That way she can rot in her cell forever. We can get married. We can move to Paris or wherever you want to live. All right? And nobody can hurt us. Not Vanessa, not anybody. Come here. It'll be all right.

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

Leo: I just had an idea. Why don't we elope?

Kendall: I know! I know who set that fire.

Adam: I ought to throttle you.

Mateo: Bottom line -- what's going on with my son?

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