AMC Transcript Thursday 11/14/02


All My Children Transcript Thursday 11/14/02

By Suzanne
Proofread by Alicia


>> Previously on "All My Children" --

Tad: We got 36 hours.

Maria: To do what?

Tad: To make sure that Hayward pays for everything he's ever done.

Aidan: I'm saying nice things because I like you. Why can't you just accept that?

Trey: Is Greenlee here?

Mary: She left. Do you have any idea where she may have gone?

Liza: I want to know where you were tonight.

Adam: This jealous wife routine just doesn't play.

Liza: I'm suspicious, not jealous.

Woman: Madam Du Pres. At last you have returned.

Greenlee: Madam De Vie, where did that come from?

Madam De Vie: I made it to welcome your husband and you. Where is le beau garcon you told me so much about?

Greenlee: He's dead.

Kendall: Come on, Greenlee. I know you're standing over the phone screening your phone calls, eating a whole quart of jamocha jive, so take a memo. I don't want your stupid job. And even if I did, I could have it if I wanted to, but I don't, so just get over yourself. And while you're at it, call me because I'm brainstorming on something and I need to talk to you ASAP.

Aidan: A brainstorm, eh? Shall we all run for cover?

Tad: I'll just have -- wheat toast is fine.

Waitress: Great.

Maria: I'm sorry. I'm sorry I'm late.

Tad: Where in hell have you been? You know we're wasting the clock here, right?

Maria: I know, I know, I know.

Tad: We've already been all over Baltimore. We're halfway into Jacksonís deadline already.

Maria: I know. Well, I couldn't just waltz into Hopkins and just demand that they give me Davidís employment history.

Tad: I hope you managed something, because if we don't come up with something that the D.A.'s office can use, then Haywardís going to walk.

Maria: I know. Well, I couldn't get anybody to talk to me at first, and finally I found a guy in human resources with some grabby hands and a bad comb-over, and he finally told me that David had been a fellow there in research for two years.

Tad: We already knew that. What kind of research?

Maria: I don't know. It was privileged information.

Tad: So, basically, you spent all the time out there and you didn't get anything?

Maria: Well, look, I let Mr. Horny-bad-comb-over get close enough to smell my perfume, but he wouldn't budge. How did you do at the university library?

Tad: Well, at least that's something. I had a honey of a time at the microfiche machine. Check this out.

Maria: "Baltimore Express, April 12, 1996." Blah, blah, blah. Blah, blah. Blah, blah -- well, what? This is just a vanity piece on David.

Tad: Keep reading.

Maria: Ok. "He got a commendation from the mayor for his pro bono work and his dedication to the homeless."

Tad: That's right. Work he did at the South Street free clinic. With his ego -- if you were Dr. Kenstein what would be your idea of the perfect patient?

Maria: Somebody who's fallen off society's radar.

Tad: More specifically, somebody without a family, no one that cared whether he lived or died.

Adam: Ah. What a glorious day. The air is so crisp, you could take a bite out of it.

Liza: Back from New York?

Adam: Yes, yes, right back from the airport. Where's my Colby?

Liza: She actually hasn't returned home from school yet.

Adam: Oh.

Liza: Was your trip everything you hoped it would be?

Adam: Oh, yes, yes. Everything, all that, and more. I brought you something.

Liza: Oh, I'm surprised you had time to think of me between appointments. Should I beware of husbands bearing gifts? Were you a bad boy?

Adam: Go ahead. Open it.

Adam: I did it. It took a good deal of finessing, believe me, but I managed to get all of the charges against you -- corporate embezzlement, misappropriation of corporate funds -- all of it dropped. We can put this whole mess behind us. This is where you express your undying gratitude.

Liza: That's quite a coup even for the powerful Adam Chandler. How did you pull it off?

Adam: I'd better spare you the details.

Liza: Well, tell me one thing -- who did you have to sleep with to make it happen?

Winifred: Adam?

Winifred: The or -- didn't -- Ms. English and -- I'm sorry. Excuse me.

Adam: Brooke, what are you doing here?

Liza: Adam, how could you be so rude? Please, come in. I'm sorry. I --

Adam: Really, I'm very sorry, but I just came back from a grueling trip, business trip, and Iím tired. I'm not up for visitors right now.

Liza: And why would you think she's here to see you? I am the one who called her and invited her here. Can I get you something to drink?

Brooke: Oh, no, thanks. Liza, you weren't very clear on the phone as to why you wanted to see me.

Liza: Well, I didn't want to scare you off.

Brooke: What would I be afraid of?

Liza: Well, that depends. I know that if I had talked to Adam, he would have come up with a million handy excuses.

Brooke: Excuses about what?

Liza: About being a typical guy. You see, with the holidays fast approaching and Colbyís Thanksgiving Day Pageant, I have a lot on my mind. I can't handle this affair on top of everything else.

Maria: So you think David conducted his medical experiments on the homeless?

Tad: It's a sucker's bet.

Maria: Yeah. My God

Tad: Yeah, but it's efficient. Think about it. Some poor slob wanders into this clinic, right? He's got no insurance, maybe no social security number -- makes him the perfect guinea pig. That means he's disposable and anonymous.

Maria: But how does he get him to consent?

Tad: The same way he got Dixie to consent. And Roger.

Maria: Survival instinct?

Tad: Yeah. It certainly worked with you, didn't it?

Maria: But the man David buried on the beach had been dead for six months, the medical examiner said, prior to internment.

Tad: That's a piece of cake. Hey, think about it. Maybe Davidís new miracle drug has a couple of bugs in it, right? So what if he kills some vagrant? He already works in a hospital. All he's got to do is stash the corpse in the deep freeze and wait until he can get out again without somebody noticing a nice little burial by the seaside.

Maria: That's totally out there.

Tad: Yeah, but this is a guy whose hobby is playing God.

Maria: Wow. But, I mean, David already admitted that he buried the body. Where does that leave us?

Tad: There's something else. There has to be. Something that David is praying remains buried. And I got a pretty good idea where we should start looking.

Maria: You drive.

Tad: Ok. Come on.

Kendall: What's the matter, Aidan? Afraid of a little stormy weather?

Aidan: No. I've had my fair share of storms.

Kendall: Yeah, me, too. In Florida when there was a hurricane warning, Alice and Bill would pack up their bowling trophies and Elvis collectibles and head for high ground.

Aidan: And what about you?

Kendall: I would sit there with my fingers crossed waiting for hell to break loose.

Aidan: Oh, riding the power surge.

Kendall: Yeah. Something like that.

Aidan: So, anyway, are you -- are you feeling pickish?

Kendall: Excuse me?

Aidan: That's "Monty Python" for "you want to tie on the old feedbag?"

Kendall: Well, what do you have in mind?

Aidan: Maybe you and me could go and enjoy this beautiful weather outside, go down to the lake, have a little picnic. Roll around in the leaves, feed the ducks.

Kendall: Well, who's going to feed us?

Aidan: I'd say the sous-chef from the Valley Inn. He's from Bristol and he's going to put together a nice, movable feast with some stuff that reminds me of home, like cornish pasties, toad in the hole, bangs and mesh, some spotted dick.

Kendall: "Spotted dick," huh?

Aidan: Yeah, it's -- it's a traditional English dessert.

Kendall: Hmm.

Aidan: You up for it?

Kendall: Well, why don't we start with the spotted dick, and then work our way backwards.

Madam de vie: Oh. C'est bien tragique. How such things happen, I have -- they're beyond understanding. Your husband loved you, Cherie. He loved you with his life. Rest now. I will send a light supper up from the cafe.

Greenlee: Thank you, Madam De Vie.

Madam De Vie: And if you need anything, I will be in my apartment downstairs. Oh. This package arrived for you.

Greenlee: For me?

Madam De Vie: I put it here for safekeeping. Bonsoir, Cherie.

Greenlee: "Monsieur et Madame Leo Dupres."

Greenlee: "In case you forget, honey, we're home. Love you, Leo."

Brooke: Maybe I should go.

Liza: Why? Why should you go? I mean, you're the one who started all of this.

Brooke: Well, at least let me explain --

Liza: There's nothing to explain. Mi casa es su casa.

Brooke: Excuse me?

Liza: "My house is your house." It's Spanish. Feel free to use whatever is here at your discretion.

Brooke: I don't understand.

Liza: Well, it makes perfect sense. I mean, you are the former lady of the manor, and that holds with it certain rights and privileges and, Adam, I want you to cooperate with Brooke as much as possible. I will help in any way that I can. Just tell me what you need. Make this a night to remember.

Brooke: Liza -- you don't mind --

Liza: It's for a worthy cause. Besides, I enjoy seeing Adamís considerable resources used to their fullest. Charity does begin at home, now, doesn't it? How much money do you think we could raise?

Adam: "Money"?

Liza: It is a fundraiser.

Adam: A fundraiser.

Liza: Yes. Am offering our house to Brooke for a Venetian Costume Ball for her shelter that she endowed?

Brooke: Oh.

Adam: Oh.

Brooke: Liza, that is so incredibly generous of you.

Liza: Well, we ex-wives of Adam Chandler need to stick together. Actually, I think we should form our own country and wave our own flag, a little bit like the Jolly Roger.

Winifred: Excuse me, Mrs. Chandler, you wanted to know when Miss Colby got home from school?

Liza: Oh, yes, I wanted to check and see how Colby did on her spelling test. You two put your heads together and see what inspires you.

Adam: I just aged 10 years.

Adam: I just aged 10 years.

Brooke: I thought Liza knew about us the way she was talking.

Adam: No one knows except Hayley. No one. And -- and since you've already declared us over, there's no need for anyone to know. Right?

Brooke: There's one other person who knows about our dark little secret.

Adam: Who?

Brooke: Tad.

Tad: Hi. Excuse us. We're looking for anybody in charge?

Doctor: That would be me -- Dr. Bornstein.

Tad: Oh, terrific, terrific. I'm Tad Martin. And this is my assistant, Maureen.

Maria: Hi.

Dr. Bornstein: How can I help you, Mr. -- Tad Martin?

Tad: Yeah.

Dr. Bornstein: You used to host "The Cutting Edge."

Tad: Yeah.

Dr. Bornstein: Yeah. I used to watch that in the doctors' lounge. Whatever happened to you?

Tad: Oh, I moved over to a cable channel that produces documentaries. Maybe you've seen one of my pieces. You know, they just aired one on a costume designer, the late, great Edith Head?

Dr. Bornstein: I don't think so.

Maria: "Passion for fashion"? It won a cable Ace award.

Tad: Yeah. Well, we're working -- right now we're working on a piece about 21st-century medicine, primarily world-renown surgeons, and we're here about a cardiologist. A guy named David Haywood?

Maria: I think it's Hayward, and we were hoping to find out if he worked here.

Dr. Bornstein: David?

Tad: Yeah.

Dr. Bornstein: He was the heart and soul of this clinic. Brilliant, dedicated --

Tad: Yeah, we -- we hear he managed to devote a substantial part of his time to the poor and needy.

Dr. Bornstein: Yes. David took the cases other people turned away. He worked tirelessly, often through the night.

Tad: See, that's why he's so perfect for our piece. We're going at it from an angle of "David Hayward -- scientist, surgeon, humanitarian."

Maria: So we was just hoping maybe we could, I don't know, see some of his patient files or --

Dr. Bornstein: Patient files and medical records are strictly confidential.

Maria: Well, this would just be to get an overview of the kind of person he was --

Dr. Bornstein: Perhaps you didn't hear me. The answer's no.

[French accordion music plays]

Greenlee: Oh. Perfect.

Leo: Bonjour, Mon Femme.

Greenlee: Bonjour, Mari. Your nose is cold.

Leo: And your lips are ooh-la-la.

Greenlee: Did you get everything?

Leo: Yep.

Greenlee: Where's the Brie? Leo.

Leo: You can imagine where I hid the hot chestnuts, right?

Greenlee: Hungry?

Leo: Yeah, I'm starving. What smells so good?

Greenlee: Euf bourguignon.

Leo: Ah.

Greenlee: Mm-hmm.

Leo: What, did you get it from the cafe downstairs?

Greenlee: Leo, we've lived in Paris for a year. I have learned a thing or two about French cooking.

Leo: Yeah. Nobody butters a croissant like you do, babe.

Greenlee: Ok, ok, so Iím not Julia Child, but I have learned to master the art of great cooking.

Leo: Yeah?

Greenlee: Yes.

Leo: Give it up.

Greenlee: Equal parts wine and amour. Pour the wine, si'l vous plait.

Leo: And amour?

Greenlee: Mm-hmm, that's dessert.

Leo: A toast.

Greenlee: You go.

Leo: To our first year in Paris, times infinity.

Leo: You?

Greenlee: Hmm?

Leo: You happy?

Greenlee: "Happy's" not a big enough word. Going to sleep at night, feeling safe and warm and loved.

Leo: Waking up in the morning, feeling the same way.

Greenlee: Hmm.

Leo: So is it worth the wait?

Greenlee: My heart, my love, what do you think?

Leo: I think -- well, I know that I'll want to grow old with you right here in Paris.

Greenlee: Promise me you'll live forever.

Leo: Greenlee, come on.

Greenlee: Promise me. Promise you'll always come home to me.

Leo: I promise.

[Music stops]

[keys jingle]

Greenlee: Leo?

Greenlee: Trey? How the hell did you find -- how the hell did you get in here? How did you find me and who gave you a damn key?

Trey: I'm here because I thought you could use some company. Leo gave me the address -- he wanted me to visit after you guys got settled. This is nice. I could picture Leo here.

Greenlee: So could I -- for a minute.

Trey: Back when you guys were running around packing and things were getting crazy, Leo asked me to deliver something here for him.

Greenlee: Why didn't he do it himself?

Trey: You know Leo. He's so scattered, he thought he'd forget.

Greenlee: He never forgot the important things.

Trey: You want me to go get it?

Greenlee: Knock yourself out.

Trey: All right, hang on.

Greenlee: You flew across the Atlantic to go on a liquor run?

Trey: Leo said it's your favorite. In all, there's 12 bottles, one for each month of the year so that he could drink a toast to your anniversary.

Trey: Oh, and smash the glasses in the fireplace.

Greenlee: You actually think I could drink that now?

Trey: I owed it to Leo to keep my promise.

Greenlee: Great. You kept your word. Now, how the hell did you get in here, huh? The concierge give you a passkey?

Trey: Actually, I found the key in a potted plant in the hallway.

Greenlee: Well, how did you know you could find me here? I didn't even file a flight plan, not even with my mother.

Trey: I just had a feeling.

Greenlee: Yeah, you've had a lot of those lately -- about me.

Trey: Yeah, well, I just don't think this is the time for you to be by yourself.

Greenlee: Maybe that's exactly what I need. Maybe you're the last person I want to see right now.

Kendall: Where do they come up with these names? "toad -- toad in the hole"? "bangers and mash"?

Aidan: Sorry? "bangers"?

Kendall: Bangers.

Aidan: It's not "bangers," it's "banges" and mash.

Kendall: "Bangish"? "Banges"? Whatever.

Aidan: The English -- you know, they're known for their eccentricities.

Kendall: Hmm.

Aidan: You want to try some spotted dick?

Kendall: I don't know about that.

Aidan: Oh, come on. Kendall Hart, hurricane wrangler, thinks she's too afraid to try bread pudding.

Kendall: Is that all that is?

Aidan: Well, yeah. What did you think it was?

Kendall: I don't know, but why don't they just call it bread pudding?

Aidan: It's the same reason as when you go into an American diner and you ask for scrambled eggs on toast, and the waitress says to the chef, "we need an Adam and Eve on a raft and wreck them."

Kendall: Wreck them. Well, I guess we all have our eccentricities. It's good.

Aidan: You know what I miss about home?

Kendall: I didn't know you miss anything.

Aidan: Fish and chips. And I mean the real thing. Cod caught off the Dover coast, fried to perfection, and wrapped up in yesterday's news.

Kendall: What else do you miss?

Aidan: Just the countryside, where the cows are grazing and you get these endless summer days. Walks through the hills with Skip.

Kendall: Who's Skip?

Aidan: Skip?

Kendall: Skip.

Aidan: He's the best damn border collie in five counties. I got him for my eighth birthday from my aunt and uncle.

Kendall: Oh, they took you in when your mother died. How did that feel?

Aidan: What do you mean?

Kendall: I mean, did it -- did it feel like you were home, even though -- I mean, did it feel like you belonged there?

Aidan: I don't know, but I know they brought me up as if I was, you know, one of their own sons.

Kendall: Yeah, but you weren't their son. I mean, you didn't belong there.

Aidan: Where do you belong, Kendall?

Kendall: What do you mean?

Aidan: Well, Pine valley is not exactly your home. I mean, you can leave here any time, unless you are, you know, trying to get back with your --

Kendall: Hey, that's never going to happen.

Aidan: Well, then what's keeping you here?

Kendall: I don't know. I guess if Ryan ever changes his mind and decides to come back, I -- I need to be here waiting for him.

Adam: You're telling me that Tad knows?

Brooke: Yes.

Adam: How the hell did Tad find --

Brooke: He just figured it out, ok?

Adam: How? How?

Brooke: Well, it wasn't the glow in my cheeks or the sparkle in my eye. He just figured it out because of the way I was acting.

Adam: Oh, he just naturally assumed you'd lost your mind?

Brooke: He wasn't judgmental. He was just -- he was very sympathetic.

Adam: He felt sorry for you?

Brooke: He just assumed that Iíd gone to bed with you because it was this cry for help.

Adam: A cry for help? That smug, sanctimonious --

Brooke: Don't -- stop, all right? These last six months have been hell for me and he has been my rock. He has been supportive, he's defended me, and I can never thank him enough.

Adam: Oh. And tell me he's not counting on that.

Brooke: Excuse me?

Adam: Who does Tad always turn to when he can't get the one he really wants? So he goes to his second-best friend in all the world -- good old reliable Brooke. Ooh!

Brooke: I've taken a lot from a lot of people. I am not going to take anything from you.

Liza: Colby aced her spelling test, including the bonus. What did I walk in on?

Maria: Dr. Bornstein, I noticed that -- that you're not wearing a wedding ring.

Dr. Bornstein: I'm not married.

Maria: Well, it's interesting, because Tad and I are developing this whole new reality show about bachelor doctors called "hot docs," and you would really be pretty perfect for it, don't you think, Tad?

Dr. Bornstein: Whatever you're paying her, it's not enough.

Maria: Oh, no, this is -- this is totally on the level.

Dr. Bornstein: Listen, Maureen, this isn't a Hollywood sleaze factory. This is a medical facility. And we've got ethics to uphold. So please leave or Iíll call the police.

Maria: Look, this is really, really important --

Tad: That's right. You heard the man. It's time to go.

Maria: Well, we can't just give up now, Tad.

Tad: Hey, that's show biz, sweetheart.

Maria: What about the documentary?

Tad: It's all right, it's all right. We'll just, you know, do the one about pets.

Dr. Bornstein: David, call me when you get this. This is Phil Bornstein in Baltimore. You were absolutely right. There were some people here just now snooping around, asking to see your patient files.

Tad: Shame on you, doc.

Maria: Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk.

Tad: I'll tell you what -- I'll make you a deal. Either you give us exactly what we want, or the first thing I'm going to do is get on that phone and call the Pine Valley D.A.'s office. And you can go down with your good friend and colleague, the humanitarian.

Dr. Bornstein: You swear you'll keep me out of this?

Maria: We will keep your name off the closing credits.

Tad: How much time we got left?

Maria: A couple hours.

Tad: All right, fine. Don't waste time. Forget about the women. We're looking for male patients, a guy that died about six years ago.

Brooke: Liza, maybe it's not such a great idea to have the fundraiser here.

Liza: Why not? We have the room, the full staff.

Brooke: Well, it's -- it's a lot of work. And if you have it at the Country Club, I mean, you know, you would be able to sort of relax and have a good time.

Liza: Well, a costume party is not a problem for me, unless it's a problem for you.

Adam: I vote for the Country Club.

Liza: You don't get a vote. Could I speak to Brooke in private?

Adam: You're asking me to leave?

Liza: Quick and handsome.

Adam: Well, would you please hurry as fast as you can? Because I have work to do.

Liza: Brooke, what did I walk in on?

Brooke: Oh, nothing.

Liza: It didn't look like nothing.

Brooke: No, Adam was just ragging on Tad and insulting me at the same time, and I was just not going to take any of Adamís trash talk.

Liza: So you let him have it?

Brooke: Yeah.

Liza: Tad and you -- you had a hell of a year, and I'm really glad that you've been there for each other.

Brooke: "Been there"?

Liza: Well, Tad is my best friend, and you --

Brooke: I'm seriously messed up.

Liza: No, not at all. Do you see this glass house? I am the last person in the world to be judging you.

Kendall: Who needs ants to ruin a picnic when you got me? Aidan, Iím sorry. I'm sorry.

Aidan: Kendall, you really don't have to apologize. You're just being honest. I mean, you're still hung up on Ryan.

Kendall: On their 30th wedding anniversary, Bill put his arm around Alice and said he had no regrets. Me -- I'm -- I stay wide awake at night, rewriting the day that Ryan left, thinking how different my life would be if -- if I hadn't done that to him.

Aidan: Oh, Kendall, you can't go on living in the past. Really, everyone goes through a period, you know, in life where they just have bad luck.

Kendall: Hmm. Yeah, that happened the day I was born.

Aidan: Hey. You know, things get thrown at us all the time, to everybody. It just puts you off course. It's just the way life is.

Kendall: Yeah, well, I have to at least act like I know what Iím doing, like I have some idea of what I'm doing. Otherwise, Iíd --

Aidan: Get scared, right?

Kendall: Why am I admitting all this to you?

Aidan: Because we're friends, maybe.

Kendall: We are?

Aidan: Yeah, definitely.

Greenlee: I think you're playing me.

Trey: Why would I do that?

Greenlee: Because it's what you do. And I don't get it. What's in it for you?

Trey: I don't have --

Greenlee: Yeah, you hop on a jet, you fly across the ocean to deliver champagne and hold my hand? Are you doing this for Leo or are you doing it for me? Or are you doing it to make yourself feel important?

Trey: I -- I just want to hold on to something that Leo left behind. My brother loved you beyond anything I could ever possibly imagine. He loved you.

Greenlee: He loved me with his whole life.

Greenlee: There's this movie that I play inside my head starring me and Leo. Fade in. Leo and I and -- in our little Paris apartment over a quaint cafe. There's a shot of us walking, holding hands on the Rue du Boulogne. A close-up of us kissing underneath the Eiffel Tower. Fade out. Leo and Greenlee falling asleep to the sound of the street musicians, feeling safe in each other's arms. And suddenly, the lights go up. It's just me, alone, in my apartment over a quaint cafe. The city of lights out there. The streets are filled with lovers. But without Leo, there is no Paris. Not for me. Not ever.

Trey: I'm sorry.

Greenlee: So am I.

Liza: Adam, no! Yes!

Jake: - Oh Ė

Trey: I'm going to try to find a hotel nearby. Maybe we could have breakfast in the morning.

[accordion music plays]

Greenlee: Is that for me, Leo? Is that music just for me?

Trey: Greenlee, are you ok?

Greenlee: You can stay here if you want. There's a spare bedroom.

Trey: Are you sure?

Greenlee: I'm sure.

Trey: Help me, Leo. Help me get her through this.

Aidan: Well, come on. We got to get a move on.

Kendall: Why? What's the rush?

Aidan: We've got to get back to the Valley Inn and blend some margaritas and shake up some martinis.

Kendall: That's right. You're a construction supervisor by day, a cocktail jockey by night.

Aidan: And they said it couldn't be done.

Kendall: Aidan, I just want to tell you that I like you, too.

Brooke: Liza, I don't know what to say.

Liza: Well, I've been meaning to call you to ask you out to lunch to tell you how sorry I am.

Brooke: I did a terrible thing.

Liza: No. You just fell in love and you lost yourself along the way. I know how that feels.

Brooke: Well, you haven't had it so easy here, either.

Liza: Well, we have a lot in common. And I think all those who've been married to Adam Chandler should stick together. We should have our own zip code or a support group, at least.

Brooke: Maybe.

Liza: You know, I really am dead serious about helping you with the costume ball. I'll do whatever I can.

Brooke: Liza, you've already been so generous just offering your home.

Liza: Well, actually, I'd like to be more hands-on. I think maybe I need the distraction. I mean, God forbid we actually have fun or something. We deserve that, don't we?

Brooke: You do, definitely.

Adam: What sort of plot have you two ladies hatched?

Liza: Don't worry. Brooke and I -- let me walk you to the door.

Adam: Don't you want me to help with the fundraiser?

Liza: No, Brooke and I will just handle everything together.

Liza: Thanks so much for coming by, and Iíll give you a call tomorrow, and maybe we can do that lunch.

Brooke: Sure.

Liza: Ok.

[phone rings]

Brooke: Hello.

Adam: Can you talk?

Brooke: Yes.

Adam: All right, what's going on? What the hell does Liza want?

Brooke: Well, either she's being unbelievably friendly or she's playing cat to my mouse and she's just waiting to move in for the kill.

Adam: No. Take my word for it. Liza doesn't suspect a thing.

Tad: Hey, this is it. This has got to be it. Look, "male patient, deceased, 1996."

Maria: Let's see.

Tad: I was right. It's all right there in his notes. Look, "patient indigent, homeless, with a history of cardiac arrhythmia."

Maria: Ok, let's see. Oh, my God.

Tad: What? Wait, wait, where are you going? What is it? David?

Maria: What he did to me was -- it's beyond my worst nightmare.

Tad: Wait -- wait!

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

Trey: That is the Greenlee that my brother fell in love with.

Mia: I might be pregnant.

Jack: You may be putting the father of your child in prison for a very long time.

Tad: I've waited a long time for this, and I intend to enjoy every minute of it.

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