AMC Transcript Wednesday 1/29/03

 

 All My Children Transcript Wednesday 1/29/03

By Suzanne
Proofread by Alicia


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>> Previously on "All My Children" --

Aidan: Where are you going?

Morgan: Wildwind, to see if anything that you've told me is true. I want to see what this girl's got that I don't.

David: That drug should never have been administered to Maria. What part of "your risking her life" don't you understand?

Adam: A date solves everything?

Lysistrata: It could solve a lot if teaches you that relinquishing control isn't so terrible.

Liza: Well, my fantasy date was me and Adam going to the movies, eating popcorn, and smooching a little.

Adam: With our feet stuck to the floor.

Lysistrata: And the reality?

Liza: The reality was that I took a back seat. Ahem. J.R. and Adam decided they would have a confrontation, a real nasty scene.

Lysistrata: Wow, Adamís son was at the same movie?

Adam: When he was supposed to be at a meeting with Harvardís admissions people.

Liza: J.R. lied. Gee, that's never happened before.

Adam: He knew how important that meeting was.

Liza: The date was supposed to be about us.

Adam: I couldn't ignore what he'd done. I had no choice.

Liza: You had me. You had two hours of holding hands and mindless fun. Instead, you make it all about J.R.

Adam: I'm supposed to sit back and endure some idiotic slasher movie while my son throws his future away?

Liza: What about our future? When do we come first?

Adam: It was a stupid movie!

Liza: Forget the movie! You know, I begged you not to confront J.R. till after the movie was over. I mean, God forbid we don't have any time for ourselves.

Adam: You know something, Liza -- I'm going to tell you something. I was grateful for that distraction. Sitting there in that theater, literally glued to our chairs, trying to resurrect some -- some pathetic teenage fantasy. I was embarrassed, for myself and for you.

Lysistrata: Whoo-hoo! Yes! Finally!

Liza: I hit him.

Lysistrata: Whoo! It's the first time I've seen you come out swinging! Wow! Liza, what took you so long?

Joni: All right, so take this whole thing, you know, people thinking Jesus were here. Now, what kind of car would he drive?

Man: Well, what do you think?

Joni: I think a great, big, old S.U.V. So he can tool all of his disciples around.

Laurie: Hey, Joni. Mr. Stafford.

Joni: Hey.

Mr. Stafford: Hey, Laurie. How's the job working out?

Laurie: It's ok. What can I get you guys?

Joni: Dad?

Mr. Stafford: Two, uh, big-ridge sundaes, right?

Joni: With extra whipped cream?

Mr. Stafford: Don't tell your mother.

Laurie: Ok, two big-ridge sundaes, extra whipped cream coming right up.

Joni: Excuse me, Dad. Hey, Laurie. Have you seen J.R.?

Laurie: Yeah. He was in here before.

Joni: So?

Laurie: "So?" What?

Joni: Did you talk to him?

Laurie: Yeah. I told him again we're over. For good.

Joni: Are you ok?

Laurie: Like I even have time to care.

Bartender: Evening.

Doug: Hey.

Bartender: What'll it be?

Doug: Um --

Laurie: Go ahead. Drink up, Dad. It's on me.

Maria: You're an awfully long way from London, inspector Gordon.

Morgan: Yeah, Aidan's led us on quite a merry chase.

Maria: So you haven't found him?

Morgan: Not for a lack of trying. But I have it on good authority that Aidanís holed up somewhere here in Pine Valley.

Maria: You don't know where?

Morgan: No. I was hoping that you might point me in the right direction.

Maria: Really? Why me?

Morgan: My sources tell me that you and he were quite chummy.

Maria: Well, he was there for me when I needed him.

Morgan: Yeah? Have you been in contact with him recently?

Maria: You know, I don't really have to answer any of your questions, Inspector.

Morgan: You do realize that your friend is wanted for murder, Maureen?

Maria: No, I know that that's what he's accused of.

Morgan: And he's convinced you that he's innocent, has he?

Maria: Aidan is in a lot of trouble because he's been shot. Somebody's trying to kill him, and I think that's who you should really be looking for right now.

Morgan: Right, so --

Maria: If you find that shooter, you're going to find the person who killed Fiona Sinclair.

Morgan: So you're not going to help me?

Maria: I am not going to help you put an innocent man in jail, no.

Morgan: You really think that Aidanís innocent?

Maria: I would stake my life on it.

Morgan: Pray it doesn't come to that.

[Aidan grunts]

Aidan: Oh, Morgan. If you touch Maureen, I swear I'll -- come on.

Adam: You advocate violence within marriage?

Lysistrata: Of course not, but Liza needed more than a primal scream.

Adam: She needs to keep her hands to herself.

Lysistrata: My sense is that slap was a long time coming. Now, Liza, how do you feel about what just happened?

Liza: Ashamed. Adam, I'm sorry. I don't know what got into me. I got mad and -- but that's no excuse.

Lysistrata: Oh, and you were making such progress.

Adam: Wait, what if Iíd slapped her? Would you have cheered me on?

Lysistrata: Oh, don't be coy, Adam. It doesn't suit you. Now, Liza, let's get back to that night at the movies.

Liza: It was a disaster. Adam didn't want to be there from the start.

Lysistrata: Even though it was your choice?

Adam: We have a home theater right here -- and popcorn with real butter.

Lysistrata: It's Liza's turn.

Liza: When Adam spotted J.R. with his girlfriend, I mean, our date just went down the tubes.

Lysistrata: And what did you do to stop Adam from trashing your evening?

Liza: I begged him, I pleaded with him not to make a scene, not to embarrass us in public.

Lysistrata: And in the past, how often have begging and pleading worked with your husband? Round it off to the nearest zero. Liza, do you know the meaning of "insanity"?

Adam: This is insanity.

Lysistrata: Outside of bedlam, insanity's doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results.

Liza: But I didn't do anything.

Lysistrata: Oh, you whined a little, you pleaded. And when that didn't pay off, you shrank back -- the long-suffering wife whose big bully husband is beyond her gentle reasoning.

Adam: "Gentle reasoning," you call it? "Gentle rea--" Liza bowls over obstacles like a Sherman tank. She's the most formidable woman Iíve ever known.

Lysistrata: And how many marriages ago was that? Truth, Adam, when's the last time you saw Liza fight back?

Adam: Well, I can't think of an exact date.

Liza: You know why? Because we can't remember the last time I was -- I was me. I was the ultimate risk-taker. I was a B.S. detector. You and I can't even remember the last time I had a sighting.

Adam: The tumor business. I made you doubt your reason a bit and you figured it out and you fought back.

Liza: I was still just reacting. I was playing your game. Before we were married, I made the rules. I could match you point for point. And now  

Lysistrata: Now?

Liza: I don't know. I think I just fell behind, so much so that I took myself out of the game. I -- I stopped the race and I put myself off on the sidelines, cheering nobody.

Adam: That's not true.

Liza: It is. How many times have I packed my bags and Colbyís bags and threatened to leave? Although I never made it out the door. Until you forced us to live in separate quarters.

Lysistra: Yeah, to give you both some much-needed perspective.

Liza: You know what, I don't really like what Iím seeing -- about me, about my marriage, and my life.

Adam: Liza, you have never once hesitated for a moment to call me when you thought Iíd gone too far. You are my harshest critic.

Liza: Where does that get us? I rant and you repent and we make love and wake up in the morning and the dirty tricks start all over again. And you know who's to blame?

Adam: Oh, here it comes.

Liza: Me. I'm the one to blame. Three times you've asked me to marry you, and three times I have walked down the aisle knowing the worst about you. And I never once called out for help. How sick does that make me?

Doug: Laurie, listen, I didn't come here to tie one on.

Laurie: Excuse me.

Doug: I just want to say -- listen -- I just want to say Iím sorry for what happened back at the house.

Laurie: Right. You didn't even know I was working here. I tried to tell you, but you were between six-packs.

Doug: Listen, whatever you think of me, I am still your father.

Laurie: Please. Don't remind me. Hey.

Joni: Hey. Thanks.

Mr. Stafford: Thanks, Laurie. That looks great.

Laurie: Thanks.

J.R.: Hi.

Laurie: Hey.

J.R.: Look, Laurie, I'm sorry about storming out of here before.

Laurie: Everyone's so sorry all of a sudden.

J.R.: I was hanging outside, waiting to see if I could give you a ride home when your shift's over. Then I saw your dad come in and I just wanted to make sure he wasn't messing with you.

Laurie: Not any more than usual. I can handle it.

J.R.: I can wait around if you need a lift -- I mean, if he isn't still here.

Laurie: Thanks, J.R., but I'm closing tonight.

J.R.: Well, I can wait.

Bartender: Laurie, order's up for table six.

Laurie: I've got to get that.

Morgan: Ms. Gorman, would it be fair to say that Aidan trusted his life to you?

Maria: He -- I was there for him when he needed me.

Morgan: Yeah, and what exactly did he need you for then? Company? Comfort? Sex?

Maria: What kind of question is that? I don't see how that's at all pertinent to your --

Morgan: Hey, are you ok? Do you want me to get you a glass of water?

Maria: No, I'm good. I'm -- I'll get it. I'll get it. I think this cold has just taken a turn for the worse, very quick.

Maria: I'm sorry. You were asking me something annoying? What was it?

Morgan: Would you characterize your relationship with Devane as intimate?

Maria: Oh, that's right. You know, I don't see how that's any of your business.

Morgan: It's germane to my investigation.

Maria: Really? How so?

Morgan: Because if you two were lovers, it's only natural that you would want to defend him.

Maria: I don't see it as a question of defending him. I think Aidan is innocent.

Morgan: Yeah? How can you be so sure?

Maria: I just am.

Morgan: Then why is he running?

Maria: Because he's being set up. He's being set up by the same person who actually killed Fiona, her husband. He's the one -- look, he's the same person who sent out a hit on Aidan.

Morgan: Can you prove any of this?

Maria: Well, he's got a very real bullet hole in his side!

Morgan: Could be self-inflicted.

Maria: I -- please. Look, I know that Aidan was trying to lure Julian out of town, out of Pine Valley by an e-mail.

Morgan: Well, was this e-mail ever sent?

Maria: No, he never got the chance.

Morgan: And you still think he's innocent?

Maria: Look, I'm not saying that he's some sort of a saint. He was sleeping with Julianís wife and that's why Julian killed her. But now Julian is after Aidan.

Morgan: But you're still defending him, even now, even now that he's out of your life?

Maria: What can I say, I owe him.

Morgan: Well, you still have this e-mail?

Maria: Yeah, I might. I might. It might still be on the laptop. I'll go check.

Morgan: Look, is there somebody I should call?

Maria: No. No, no, no, I'm -- it's passing. Passing. I'll be fine. It's ok.

[keys jingle]

[door closes]

Morgan: You must be Edmund Grey. I'd like to introduce myself.

Edmund: I know who you are, and I want you out of here now.

Aidan: Oh, come on.

[Aidan grunts]

Aidan: Oh, come on.

Aidan: Oh, man.

[Aidan grunts]

Jamie: Hey.

Laurie: Hey! What's up? How are you?

Jamie: Good.

Laurie: Excuse me.

Jamie: Hey, J.R., what are you doing back here?

J.R.: I could ask you the same thing.

Jamie: I think I left my biology book here.

J.R.: That's as good excuse as any.

Jamie: Excuse for what?

J.R.: Putting the moves on my girl.

Jamie: Get over it. She's not your girl anymore.

J.R.: So you just move right in?

Jamie: Man, paranoia runs deep.

J.R.: Do you want my girlfriend?

Lysistrata: Liza, tell me about your home life growing up. What was your father like?

Liza: Kind. Decent.

Adam: Except for his back-street affair with Mia's mother.

Liza: My father was lonely because my mother was cheating on him with everything that wore pants.

Adam: Including one of your boyfriends.

Lysistrata: And how did you feel about that?

Liza: Totally betrayed, humiliated.

Lysistrata: And your father -- how did he deal with your mother's infidelities?

Liza: Well, I'm sure that it hurt him. But I think he sort of resigned himself to the fact that his wife was --

Lysistrata: A cheat? A two-timing, mattress-hopping tramp?

[Adam chuckles]

Liza: Well, that's a little harsh.

Adam: She's not far off the mark, actually.

Liza: Well, you're a fine one to talk.

Lysistrata: We'll get to him. Tell me, Liza, how did you feel about your father? Did you think he was a good man for looking the other way?

Liza: Oh, God.

Lysistrata: A saint, even?

Liza: No, no, I thought he was a wimp. I mean, what kind of fool just rolls over and lets their spouse just get away with murder? I mean, if only for once I wanted him to stand up for himself, to just fight back. Oh, my God. I'm my father. And you -- you are her!

Adam: Oh, wait a minute.

Liza: I married my mother.

Morgan: Mr. Grey, I didn't mean to intrude.

Edmund: It's all right. My security told me you were here on official business investigating Aidan Devane, right?

Morgan: I was just asking your wife a few questions.

Edmund: Ok, but I'm sorry, it's not a good time right now. She's feeling rather ill.

Maria: I'm fine. I'm feeling fine. Ahem. Sorry, Ms. Gordon, I couldn't find it. I think the kids must have erased whatever was on the laptop.

Morgan: Pity.

Maria: Well, if there's anything I can do to retrieve it, I'll try.

Morgan: Your cooperation will be very much appreciated.

Maria: Do you have a business card or something, some way I can get in contact with you?

Morgan: Oh, no, don't bother about that. I'll be in touch, all right? And thanks for your time.
Maria: Yeah.

Morgan: Good night.

Edmund: How you feeling?

Maria: Why are you back so early?

Edmund: Isabella called me, said you were coming down with something. That's why I told her to leave.

Maria: Oh, please, Edmund. Come on, you know that's not why you told her to leave. You told her to leave because she was here about Aidan and that's the last person you want on my mind.

Aidan: Come on.

[car approaches]

Morgan: You know, I won a wager with myself that you'd get free.

Aidan: You can't keep a good man down.

Morgan: You know, with men like you still around, it's a wonder that the sun even set on the British Empire.

Aidan: It might rise again.

Morgan: Yeah? Is that why the army calls it Special Forces?

Aidan: Come closer and you'll find out.

Morgan: Don't you want to hear about my little visit with your precious Maria?

Aidan: I assume that you didn't give her my regards.

Morgan: Alas, lady Grey was not at her best.

Aidan: Well, not with you there.

Morgan: Get in there. She got an attack of the vapors. She looked like the heroine -- like some anemic heroine from a Victorian pantomime.

Aidan: Well, you have that effect on people.

Morgan: Yeah? Maybe she's lovesick, Aidan, just really missing you. Either that or she's just got the flu. Not that it matters, though. I mean, her chiseled husband was in attendance, standing there waiting for her every whim.

Aidan: Did you find the safe?

Morgan: Exactly where you said, yeah.

Aidan: Open it?

Morgan: I'm not a safecracker.

Aidan: You'll need my help then.

Morgan: Seems like you're a man of many talents, Aidan.

Aidan: Oh, there's no end to what these hands can do, Morgan. Come on, let's go. Ah! Ugh! You bitch!

Morgan: This is my party, love. I'll say when we leave!

Aidan: You could've killed me. You know, Julian wouldn't be very happy.

Morgan: Julian said I had to keep alive. He didn't say I couldn't make you suffer. Sit down! Sit! Looks like we'll be needing some more ropes, eh?

Edmund: Maria, listen to me, this has nothing to do with Aidan. I was concerned about you.

Maria: You're doing it again, Edmund.

Edmund: Doing what?

Maria: You're crowding me. You just -- ugh! -- Make it so I can't breathe. I don't even have room to move.

Edmund: Listen, if you're not feeling well, you should be laying down.

Maria: If Iím sick, I am sick. It is not your responsibility, ok? It's not up to you. You're just -- you're trying to take control of me or something.

Edmund: Maria --

Maria: Look, I've got all this pressure to be this person that Iím not, ok, and you can obviously see that it is wearing me down.

Edmund: Your mother called me because she was concerned.

Maria: What's my mother have you on, speed dial every time she thinks Iím having -- every time Iím having some sort of a breakthrough because I brushed Maddie's hair the same way she brushed my hair or something crazy? You know what, if I've got to go get a life, she's got to go get a life, you've got to go get a life. You all do, ok?

Edmund: Maria, your mother did call me because she loves you.

Maria: No, because she thinks that Maria is coming back, and she's not. Don't you think I would know? I would -- God! Don't you think I would know if it's coming back, because I'd be the one to feel it, and I don't, ok? I don't feel any of it. It's not coming back to me. But I've got all this pressure -- people and your expectations and everything, and then your expectations, Isabellaís expectations, the kids' --

Edmund: Maria, listen to me, just please, please sit down.

Maria: I don't want to sit down. Just leave me alone, ok? I want to do what I want, and I'm --

Edmund: Maria!

J.R.: Jamie, I asked you a question.

Jamie: No, you accused me of going after Laurie.

J.R.: And then you walk away.

Jamie: Because you're being stupid. I'm not going after anybody.

J.R.: Then what's the deal with you and Laurie?

Jamie: It's called being friends. Maybe you should try it sometime.
J.R.: What does that mean?

Jamie: Figure it out. Man, you are something else.

Doug: You talking to me?

Jamie: Oh, you bet. After all the crud you piled on Laurie, you're sitting here drinking yourself drunk?

Doug: I didn't -- Laurie gave me the beer. I --

Jamie: Yeah, just like she made you slap her, huh?

J.R.: What? Did you beat Laurie?

Jamie: No, keep it down.

J.R.: No, I'm going to call the cops on this guy.

Jamie: You wonder why she doesn't open up to you?

J.R.: Why, because I want to protect her?

Jamie: No, because you're some loudmouthed jerk, just like your old man.

Adam: Liza, you take that back. I am nothing at all like your mother.

Liza: You know what, you're right, you're worse, because my mother never would've committed somebody simply for disagreeing with her!

Lysistrata: Back to your father. Did he and your mother disagree often?

Liza: Oh, all the time.

Lysistrata: And was your father usually right?

Liza: He was more rational, more fair-minded.

Lysistrata: So how did these disagreements usually end?

Liza: With my father caving in, letting my mother win.

Lysistrata: Why?

Adam: Because Marianís a cloying harpy.

Liza: Because I think my father felt it was easier to let my mother win.

Lysistrata: He accepted her as she was, even at the cost of his pride, his manhood?

Liza: Well, he threatened to leave a few times. He packed a bag, he checked into a motel, but he always came back.

Lysistrata: And were you happy when he came back?

Liza: Yeah, he was my father. I adored him.

Lysistrata: Even though he wouldn't stand up to your mother? Even though you lived in a destructive environment because he was too weak to fight against it?

Liza: I don't know why he stayed.

Lysistrata: There must have been some emotional payoff.

Liza: I don't know why my mother did what she did. Oftentimes, I thought that she did that because she was trying to provoke him. She was trying to get him to scream at her or fight back or something. That she became some sort of serial cheater because it was the only way for her to reach him. Do you think that's the only way you can reach me, by hurting me?

Adam: No. Liza, no. I don't -- I don't want to hurt you.

Liza: But you do. Again and again. And we have to do something to make it stop or we'll do to Colby what my parents did to me.

Lysistrata: Not if you break the cycle, beginning right now.

Liza: How?

Lysistrata: By reclaiming the woman you once were, a strong, independent woman who fulfills her own needs and her own desires.

Liza: I don't know that I know who that woman is anymore.
Lysistrata: I think you do. So let's get to work. We'll start in your bedroom, yours and Adamís.

Adam: Uh -- what Ė

J.R.: I'm nothing like my father.

Jamie: You give a pretty good impression of him.

J.R.: Just stay away from Laurie, ok?

Jamie: And what if I don't? Are you going to pound me for being her friend or for being the one guy that doesn't make her cry or wish she was dead? You know what, I take back what I said. You're not like your old man. You're like Laurieís.

Laurie: J.R.? What's wrong?

J.R.: Look, why didn't you tell me that your dad hit you?

Laurie: Because it's none of your business.

J.R.: Wait, why can't you believe that I would do anything to make things right for you?

Laurie: You really mean that?

J.R.: You know I do.

Laurie: Ok, then. Forget me. Start by making things right for yourself.

Lysistrata: All right, you two, hit the sheets.

Adam: What the devil --

Lysistrata: Lie down. Just do it!

Adam: Ahem.

Lysistrata: Wow. For two people who've been together as long as you have, you two look like a couple of stiffs.

Adam: We never had witnesses before.
Lysistrata: Well, maybe that's part of the problem. Liza, are you comfortable on that side of the bed?

Adam: Of course she is. She always sleeps --

Liza: Would you please stop answering for me? I actually like the other side of the bed.

Adam: Well, you never said anything.

Liza: Well -- it's just that I like being near the door in case Colby calls me.

Adam: Well, why you're making it a state secret is beyond me. I'd be glad to switch.

Lysistrata: Don't talk about it. Just do it. Come on.

Liza: Well, would you just -- if you just --

Adam: Ow. Ow!

Liza: Well, you just need to move your butt a little bit faster.

Lysistrata: Better?

Liza: Much.

Lysistrata: Our placement in the universe is crucial to our inner sense of balance.

Adam: What about my placement in the universe? What if I'm happier on that side?

Lysistrata: Deal with it. Now, when you have sex, who's usually on top?

Adam: Oh, that's it, that's it. No, no. That's it, that's it. This session is over.

Liza: Adam, you get back in this bed right now.

Maria: So weird. I barely ever get sick, but I feel like I've been hit by a truck.

Edmund: Let me get this wrapped around you, ok?

Maria: I'm cold. Cold, cold, cold, cold.

Edmund: All right, here we go.

Maria: Thank you.

Edmund: You cold?

Maria: Yeah.

Edmund: You're burning up.

Maria: No, I can't be. I'm freezing to death.

Edmund: I'm calling the doctor.

Maria: Ok.

Edmund: Get me Dr. Hayward. This is an emergency.

Maria: David? Why? What are you calling him for?

Lysistrata: Comfy, Adam?

Adam: No.

Lysistrata: Good. Now, when you make love, which one of you is in the superior position?

Adam: That is such a total invasion.

Liza: Adam is.

Lysistrata: And are you all right with that?

Adam: I haven't heard any complaints.

Lysistrata: Liza?

Liza: Well, our time together's usually pretty spectacular.

Adam: There. You see? What do you mean, "usually"?
Liza: Well, it's just that it's gotten a little stale lately.

Adam: Well, perhaps you're forgetting that we're in the middle of a very long dry spell. I don't remember the last --

Liza: Maybe that's because it wasn't so memorable.

Adam: Liza --

Liza: No, it's just that, you know, sometimes a little variety is nice, you know, to spice it up a little bit.

Lysistrata: Excellent suggestion. Liza, where do you keep your scarves?

Liza: On my top right-hand drawer.

Lysistrata: These should do. Here.

Liza: What do you want me to do with these?

Lysistrata: Use your imagination.

Adam: Somebody want to let me in on the joke?

Lysistrata: Your wife's going to tie your hands to the headboards.

Adam: Oh. No, no, no. No, here's where I draw the line.

Lysistrata: This is all about control, remember, Adam? You refused to give it up on your date, so now we're trying another approach. Liza?

Liza: Well, I feel little silly.

Lysistrata: Nothing wrong with that.

Liza: Adam?

Adam: Oh, for crying out loud.

Liza: Ok. Here, move to the middle a little bit.

Adam: Middle.

Liza: Ok. This is --

Lysistrata: Just go for it.

Liza: Ok. You keep --

Adam: Ow.

Liza: Oh, sorry. You gave this to me for my birthday. Ok.

Lysistrata: Nice and tight.

Liza: Oh -- oh.

Adam: Obviously never a boy scout. Ouch. Please try not to destroy all the circulation.

Liza: Oh, sorry. Is this good?

Adam: Oh, "good."

Liza: Ok.

Lysistrata: Keep going.

Liza: Ok.

Adam: All right, come on.

Liza: All right, all right.

Adam: Have your way with me.

Liza: Ok, just move this a little bit.

Adam: Ouch. I can only stretch so far.

Lysistrata: Don't think about it, just do it.

Liza: All right, all right.

Adam: Oh.

Liza: This one's so pretty, though. You know, it's not going to ruin it, is it?

Lysistrata: Come on, come on, keep going.

Liza: Ok. All right. Is that good? Is that cozy?

Adam: It's not good, it's not cozy, no.

Liza: Ok. Ok, what -- ok, what now?

Adam: What the dickens.

Lysistrata: Assert yourself. Come here. I'm going to lock the door behind me.

Liza: You need the key.

Lysistrata: Oh, thank you.

Liza: Ok, it's locked.

Lysistrata: Good.

Adam: What is that lunatic doing now? She's supposed to be a marriage counselor, not a sex therapist.

Liza: Lysistrata? Uh, what now? Anybody there?

Adam: I am going to -- I am going to so fire that hippy-dippy quack. Oh, come on. Come on, untie me so we can get out of here. Liza -- come on. Untie me.

Liza: You know, our therapist might be gone, but our session isn't over. Not until I say it's over.

Adam: Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh.

J.R.: All right, Laurie, I figured it out. I'm going to hit the books, reset the Harvard interview. I'm just -- I'm going to get in gear all around.

Laurie: It's easy to say.

J.R.: No, I mean it. I want you back, and if that's what it takes to make that happen, then Iím there.
Laurie: I can't be the reason, J.R.

J.R.: You're not. I'm doing it for me. But if it happens to bring you back to me, then Iím going to fight it. So Iíll be at the library. You'll call me if you need that ride?

Laurie: Ok. I will.

J.R.: Bye.

Doug: That kid really cares for you. Should've heard the way he stood up for you, you know, like you're really worth something. He's got my vote.

Laurie: Dad, I don't get you. I thought you hated J.R.

Doug: No, no, not the Chandler kid, the other one, Jamie Martin.

Aidan: Wow. Good job. I bet even Houdini couldn't get out of this one.

Morgan: You're going to push me too far, Aidan.

Aidan: Oh, you can take it. You could always take it. Working with you, Morgan, you were the best.

Morgan: Yeah, right.

Aidan: You remember the rush on the job, the precision, the execution? Every second counting? We were a perfect fit, Morgan.

Morgan: Yeah. And then you moved on, didn't you?

Aidan: And here we are, noughts and crosses, the old team. Come on. Cut me loose, eh? We'll go and crack that safe at Wildwind.

Morgan: Yeah, right. And then you'll take the money and Maria and run out of there.

Aidan: Maureen's more trouble than she's worth, darling.

Morgan: Hmm? You know, I'm really glad you said that because I've got something else in mind.

Aidan: What's that?

Morgan: We're going to hit Wildwind tonight, after everyone's asleep. You'll crack the safe, we'll clean it out, and then we'll head to Julianís place -- Paradise Island, Bahamas.

Aidan: And he'll be expecting us there, will he?

Morgan: Why don't you just let me worry about that? Of course, if you stand in my way, both you and your precious Maria are going to bite the bullet.

Edmund: Maria, listen to me, you're spiking a fever, ok?

Maria: You can't let him touch me. I don't want David anywhere near me.

Edmund: Hayward will help you. Please, Maria --

Maria: Please, Edmund, don't let him get near me.

Edmund: Maria -- Maria? Ok, that's it.

[phone rings]

Davidís voice: Hello, this is Dr. David Hayward. Please feel free to leave a message after the tone, and I'll be happy to get back to you.

[answering machine beeps]

Edmund: Hayward, it's Edmund. I'm here at Wildwind. Maria's sick. She's real sick. Now come on over as fast as you can. Hang in there, baby. Dr. Hayward will know what to do, ok? Just hang in there, sweetheart.

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

Mia: I know why you're doing this. You're trying to make up for what happened last night.

Officer: I apprehended the perp.

Simone: I am not a perp.

Regina: You're actually studying, or are you hitting the books to hit on Maggie?

Edmund: Tell me that I haven't done any permanent damage to the woman I love more than life.

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