All My Children Transcript Monday 2/3/03
Proofread by Kathy
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>> Previously on "All My Children" --
Greenlee: If we don't stock Lacey’s' shelves with our nonexistent Rioja lip color, we're out of business.
Jack: You and I are quite a pair. Everything we've been through, and we're still connected.
Erica: Still a part of each other.
Edmund: I know what's making you sick because I gave it to you.
Morgan: Show me the hidden treasure.
Morgan: All your time in the states has turned you into quite a cowboy, hasn't it?
Aidan: Put the gun down, Morgan.
Morgan: That's clever -- piquing my interest in the safe, knowing you'd be the one to open it so you could grab this piece.
Aidan: There are two ways that you can leave this house. One of them is in a plastic bag, the other one is on foot. Now, if you choose to walk, we need to make a deal.
Jack: So here I am, face to face with the most fascinating, the most infuriating, the most complicated woman it's ever been my pleasure to love.
Erica: Well, there were times when I thought that I had lost you forever.
Jack: Uh-uh. You can never lose me, Erica. You're as much a part of my life as Lily. You took root in my heart the first day we met, and you will live there until the day I die.
Erica: Oh, Jack.
Mia: It's too watery.
Simone: Well, what are you going to do, taste it?
Mia: No, I just want to smell it.
Mia: Well, it's kind of -- it's fruity.
Kendall: Okay, you know what? This is going to work. This -- this is perfect. Here, just add this --
Simone: Hey, hey, hey! Oh, my gosh.
Mia: You can't just throw things in.
Kendall: What? Look, don't freak out, you guys. It's sweet almond oil.
Simone: Okay, sweet almond oil. Okay, she's right. It does improve the scent, and it helps make it more creamier.
Mia: It needs to be thicker, and anything that we add has to be measured.
Simone: Well, she is right. You need to be precise.
Kendall: All right. Mea culpa, Miss know-its-all. Mea culpa. Sorry.
[Knock on door]
Kendall: I got it.
Mia: All right, so what should we add to make it thicker, corn starch or flour?
Simone: You've got to be kidding me.
Mia: What? It works in gravy.
Simone: It's not gravy.
Kendall: How the hell did you land a doctor?
Greenlee: Our company is teetering on the brink of extinction, and you're having a fondue party?
Kendall: No. We're perfecting the recipe for Fusion's success.
Morgan: I don't suppose this deal has got anything to do with a nude frolic in Negril, has it?
Aidan: I'm afraid not.
Morgan: Pity, because I don't know whether it's this gun barrel, bullet imagery or the testosterone that you're flinging around, but I'm getting really hot.
Aidan: Here's my offer. I'll let you get away with the cash and the jewelry if you promise me that when you leave here, you'll never look back.
Morgan: Right. So I get the loot and a bullet?
Aidan: I won't shoot you.
Morgan: No? Well, Julian will if I don't deliver you. He's expecting you to come to the Bahamas. So much for deals, eh?
Aidan: Okay. All right, then. Let's just shoot each other and be done with it.
Morgan: What? What the bloody hell are you going on about? You're still thinking about Maureen.
Aidan: I'd be worried about yourself if I were you.
Morgan: This romance is not going to last, Aidan. I mean, even if you so much as manage to get out of here, it's just going to make Julian want to kill you all the more.
Aidan: I can take care of Julian, Morgan.
Morgan: Yeah, before he takes care of Maureen? You killed Julian’s wife, Aidan, and he is definitely an "eye for an eye" kind of guy.
Greenlee: No bake sale can raise the capital we need.
Kendall: This is big, Greenlee. Erica won't know what hit her.
Greenlee: What, you're brewing poison for Erica?
Kendall: In a way.
Mia: No, it's lipstick -- except without the "stick" part.
Simone: We just don't have any molds and things.
Mia: But we have these tiny little tins that I found in the storeroom.
Greenlee: You think you're packaging Fusionlips in containers you found in a chemical storeroom?
Mia: Aren't we?
Greenlee: Over my dead body.
Kendall: Okay, let's all take a vote. All in favor of doing it over Greenlee's dead body, raise your hand.
Mia: Really. Look. They're free, and they're perfect. See?
Greenlee: I can't leave any of you alone for an instant, can I?
Kendall: Come on, Greenlee, we can do this. We have to get Fusionlips over to Maxie Berlin at Lacey’s by tomorrow morning.
Greenlee: It looks like a vat of blood.
Mia: You see? I told you it was too watery.
Simone: Yeah, well, I've got a ton of information on-line -- you know, recipes, instructions --
Greenlee: So we're not doing anything original?
Kendall: Of course we are. We're just adding what we think will improve it.
Greenlee: Like you'd know. How did I get involved with you people?
Simone: Because you have no friends.
Kendall: And you're phenomenally lucky.
Jack: Oh, hey, that might be about Lily.
Erica: It's not mine.
Jack: I got it. Yeah, Jack Montgomery. She is? She is? No, great. Thank you, thank you. Thank you very much. Thanks. Yeah. You bet I will. Lily's out of the woods.
Erica: Oh! That's wonderful.
Jack: She's asking for me.
Erica: Yes. You have to hurry to the hospital.
Jack: Yeah, Erica, listen --
Erica: You know, she needs you, Jack. Really, Lily needs you so badly.
Jack: Yeah, you're right.
Erica: She needs to hear that she's going to be all right, and she needs to hear it from you because then she'll believe it.
Jack: Erica, this was --
Erica: This was what it was, and there's -- there's no need to analyze it or anything.
Jack: You're sure?
Erica: Yes. You just go to your daughter.
Jack: Okay. Um -- bye.
Bianca: Uncle Jack. What's up?
Kendall: Listen, several well-respected, highly valued small firms started out like this.
Simone: Yes, not to mention C.J. -- what was her name? Madame C.J. Walker and Charles Revson. Yep. They all cooked their way to the top.
Kendall: Not to mention, more recently, there have been three large companies in LA and New York that started out as shoestring enterprises and ended up as multimillion-dollar companies in less than two years. We did our homework.
Simone: No, I did your homework.
Kendall: Well, the time that I spent in Enchantment with Boyd was not wasted.
Greenlee: What are you using for color, tomato juice?
Simone: Actually, that's beet juice and some natural pigments.
Kendall: I'm wearing it. What do you think?
Greenlee: Color isn't bad.
Greenlee: So, what's in this concoction so far?
Simone: This and an undisclosed amount of sweet almond oil.
Kendall: Just a smidgen.
Greenlee: Well, how does it taste?
Simone: Oh, I don't know.
Greenlee: You taste the lipstick you wear, don't you? Mia, take a little sip.
Mia: Why me? I'm not tasting this. No.
Kendall: You thought it was gravy five minutes ago.
Mia: I did not.
Kendall: Yes, you did.
Greenlee: What's the big deal? Oh, oh, oh -- oh! Oh, that was foul. Thank God for wine. What is wrong with this recipe?
Simone: You know what? Let me check my sources.
Greenlee: Is there any champagne?
Mia: For the lipstick?
Greenlee: For me.
Kendall: No, we just -- we have that for color comparison. That's it.
Greenlee: Hmm. Rioja. Hmm. You kids are thinking.
Simone: You know what? You're absolutely right. What we need is beeswax.
Kendall: Oh --
Simone: Oh. Wow.
Greenlee: All right. Well, turn up the heat, okay? Our color is lackluster. It needs some zip.
Mia: Cranberry juice! Let me see -- cranberry juice.
Kendall: It's only for vodka.
Greenlee: Well, look how rich this is. Hmm. Hey, what is that?
Kendall: They're dried hibiscus petals.
Greenlee: Grind some up and throw them in.
Kendall: Oh, I got it. I got it.
Simone: No, I got it.
Kendall: No, I got it, I got it! I'm here. I got it.
Kendall: Hello? Oh, Maxie. Hi. How are you?
Greenlee: Give it to me, give it to me.
Kendall: I don't know static or something.
Kendall: Sorry. Oh. Really? That -- that is great news. We slaved over that Fusionlips campaign. It's great to know our hard work finally paid off. Yes, of course. Of course you will have our lip color by tomorrow morning, no problem. No, of course. No, we wouldn't want to disappoint you or the customers clamoring for Rioja. Great. Okay. Well, we'll see you then.
Simone: So I guess our free sample promotion is paying off.
Greenlee: The pressure's increasing.
Mia: So, Kendall, who were you hoping was on the phone, hmm?
Simone: Oh, please, you were praying it was a man.
Mia: No, I saw your face.
Kendall: No, I wasn't.
Simone: Please. The way you vaulted to the phone, you could have won gold in Salt Lake City.
Mia: Any guy in particular?
Greenlee: The Aspen mystery man perhaps?
Greenlee: Don't tell me he still hasn't called.
Kendall: Michael? No, that -- that's no big deal. I mean, it was nothing with Michael. It's not like we connected in any big way. Excuse me.
Simone: Kisses from heaven.
Aidan: Why don't you just play it smart and take off?
Morgan: Because that would mean certain death. At least here I stand some chance of survival.
Aidan: I am trying to help you. Now run.
Morgan: What, am I supposed to think there's someone behind me? Aidan, you're pathetic.
Aidan: Would I pull a stupid, old move like that?
Morgan: Yes. You're desperate.
Aidan: As if I could throw you.
Morgan: Anyone walking in would make their presence known, anyway, unless your poor, sick girlfriend walked in.
Aidan: Yeah, there's no chance of that, is there?
Maria: Oh, my God. Aidan, what are you doing here? When did you get back from London?
Aidan: Are you all right?
Maria: I'm fine. When did you get back from London?
Aidan: I never left the states. It's a long story.
Maria: What about Julian? Did you find him?
Aidan: No, not yet. Hey, have you got a fever?
Maria: No, I'm going to be fine.
Aidan: You're sick.
Maria: Yeah, but I'm going to be fine. What about the inspector, though? Is she dead? She's not, is she?
Maria: Yeah, she -- she's with Scotland Yard.
Aidan: Morgan is with Julian, Maria.
Maria: Oh, my God. She was here asking questions about you.
Aidan: Come here. It's all fine now. We've got the upper hand.
Aidan: Oh, my God.
Bianca: Is everything all right?
Erica: Yes, honey, yes. Everything is now. Lily's in the hospital.
Bianca: Oh, no.
Jack: Yeah, yeah. She -- she has viral pneumonia, but she's -- she's going to be okay.
Bianca: Oh. Well, thank God.
Erica: Yes, and poor Jack -- he was just so tired, he needed to rest, and so I brought him home for a while.
Jack: Right. I'm on my way back to the hospital now.
Bianca: Well, do you need me to give you a lift or something? I could visit with Lily for a while.
Jack: Oh, you know, that's -- that's really sweet, but I think now might be a bad time. Listen, thank you so much for your support. It means the world --
Erica: Absolutely. Thank you. You just -- you give Lily my love.
Jack: I will.
Jack: I'll see you, kiddo.
Erica: Honey, so, what brings you here this time of night?
Bianca: Oh, it doesn't seem quite so important anymore, I mean, compared to Uncle Jack's worries.
Erica: Well, what do you mean? What is it?
Bianca: It's this.
Erica: Well, it's not ours.
Bianca: If only. This is trouble, Mom -- big trouble.
Greenlee: All right, I'm going to turn down this heat. Let's see what we've got.
Simone: You know, if that mysterious Michael does ever call, you know, you can always give him my number, Kendall.
Greenlee: Yeah, like that will happen.
Simone: I'm just saying, you know, maybe he has a friend. I could always use a romantic weekend in Aspen.
Mia: Yeah, you could use a romantic afternoon in Scranton.
Simone: Well, you know what? I would not say no.
Kendall: Yeah, Michael’s really cute and everything, but it's nothing serious.
Greenlee: Not to him, anyway.
Simone: Hey, that's my water. What are you putting in it?
Mia: I just want to see what the lipstick will do.
Simone: What, if it turns to a soft ball, we can pour, let it cool, slice, and eat it?
Mia: No, look, no --
Simone: It's not fudge.
Mia: It's not mixing with the water. That's good. That's good.
Simone: You know, how did you get so lucky to get a guy like Jake to pant after you?
Mia: Oh, please. You make him sound like he's a dog.
Simone: No, no, he's not a dog. He's more like a lion.
Mia: Jake -- oh! I've got to call Jake. Kendall, can I borrow your phone?
Mia: Have you been eating guacamole?
Kendall: No. What?
Mia: Oh, my God!
Mia: The lip color --
Kendall: What's wrong with the lip color? Oh, my God. Oh, my God! My lips are green!
Mia: It's repulsive!
Simone: Oh, God, we are so dead.
Greenlee: How could this happen? We're running out of time!
Kendall: We -- we did a lot to the formula after I put this on. Maybe we solved the problem without even knowing it.
Mia: Or maybe not.
Kendall: You put it on.
Simone: That's a good idea.
Kendall: Come on.
Mia: Simone, I'll flip you for it.
Simone: No, no. No, it's you. No.
Simone: Fine. Heads.
Mia: Pucker up, guinea pig.
Simone: You better not make me hate you.
Greenlee: Come here.
Mia: Come on, let's see.
Kendall: Do it, do it, do it.
Mia: What's it going to look like?
Kendall: It's not going to be green.
Mia: It's going to be good; it's going to be good.
Greenlee: Hang on, hang on. I need some more.
Kendall: Come on. Don't take all day, Greenlee.
Mia: We don't have much time. Come on. I want to see!
Kendall: I know!
Greenlee: Let me see it together.
Kendall: It's beautiful. It looks great. It looks great. It looks like -- it looks great. We're good. We're good.
Greenlee: Yeah, your lips looked good, too, at first, lizard lips.
Kendall: Okay. So we have to wait a while to know for sure.
Greenlee: Well, the color's fabulous if it stays. Don't you think, Simone?
Kendall: Beautiful. It's beautiful.
Kendall: It looks great on her.
Greenlee: It's good.
Mia: Her lips are sealed.
Greenlee: Come on, speak up.
Mia: No, no, no -- her lips -- they're glued together.
Greenlee: You're kidding, right?
Aidan: I don't want you leave you, Maureen.
Maria: Okay, wait, wait, wait. Look, I'm just going to consider this a loan from Maria to Maureen.
Aidan: I can't take this.
Maria: Just take it. Take it. We don't have time to discuss it right now. What are we waiting for?
Aidan: I don't want to say goodbye.
Maria: Okay, you don't have to. I'm going to go with you.
Aidan: Oh, my God.
Greenlee: I'd suggest a glass of wine if she could drink anything.
Kendall: Well, what about turpentine or nail polish remover or something? Well, I don't see you coming up with any ideas.
Kendall: Oh, that's productive. Ah -- the cavalry! Boyd, hi.
Boyd: What's the emergency? Is that lipstick? What's it called?
Greenlee: Wicked witch of the west. Like it?
Kendall: Boyd, emergency, emergency! Boyd, emergency!
Mia: Pry them apart. Should I get a knife?
Boyd: What's going on?
Greenlee: We're creating a formula to help keep Fusion afloat.
Kendall: Yeah, but it wasn't supposed to be a literal take on our company's name, so can you please help us?
Boyd: You know I can't. You're the competition.
Kendall: Oh, come on, Boyd. We're not asking for deep, dark secrets here. Please?
Greenlee: That's a nice color, don't you think?
Boyd: Look, my contract includes an exclusivity clause. I can’t.
Kendall: Oh, come on, Boyd. We're talking about freeing Simone's lips, not corporate espionage. Please, please.
Kendall: I'll take you to dinner. Valley Iinn -- wine, candles. I'll pay for everything, I promise.
Boyd: You got a list of ingredients?
Greenlee: Yeah, right here.
Boyd: You applied the color on wet?
Greenlee: Hot out of the pot.
Boyd: Yeah, well, with this much beeswax, it solidified as it cooled, that's all. Just heat it up a little.
Mia: Oh. Great.
Mia: Okay, Kendall, we'll use your hair dryer.
Kendall: Yes. Go, go, go.
Mia: Come on, come on.
Greenlee: My hero.
Boyd: So my work here is done?
Kendall: Well, I -- we -- I wouldn't have called you, but we have this looming deadline.
Greenlee: Yeah, deliver the goods to Lacey’s tomorrow morning, or else.
Kendall: Yeah, and our recipes have been problematic.
Greenlee: If you could just take the teeniest glance, Kendall would be forever grateful.
Boyd: Look, all I can do is wish you luck. I'll be in touch about that dinner?
Kendall: Okay. Thank you. Thank you, thank you, thank you. You're a God.
Boyd: Yeah, you owe me.
Mia: Well, now I see why you weren't so concerned with Mr. Aspen with that hunk on call.
Kendall: I know. He's pretty hot, isn't he?
Simone: Yeah. He definitely gets my vote.
Greenlee: Rejoice! She speaks! Let me see the color.
Simone: Ha, ha.
Kendall: Let me feel, let me feel.
Kendall: How do you feel?
Edmund: Stella? Stella? Hey.
Guard: Agent Stamp and Insp. Little to see Mrs. Grey.
Chris: It's about the Aidan Devane case.
Edmund: Come on in, Chris.
Chris: Edmund, this is Insp. Little of Scotland Yard.
Edmund: How are you doing?
Insp. Little: Fine.
Edmund: Look, my wife has been very ill.
Insp. Little: I'll be brief. I only have a few questions.
Edmund: Well, you shouldn't have any. Don't you people talk to each other?
Insp. Little: Beg your pardon?
Edmund: Well, there was a lady cop from London. She just spoke to my wife.
Chris: Any one else working with you on this case?
Insp. Little: No.
Edmund: Well, her I.D. checked out as an inspector. She spoke to Maria.
Insp. Little: Did you see this inspector?
Edmund: Yeah, about 5'6", strawberry blonde, attractive.
Insp. Little: Definitely not with Scotland Yard. It's imperative I interview your wife, find out everything she said to this woman.
Edmund: Let me speak to my wife.
Chris: Wait -- do you know who this imposter is?
Insp. Little: It seems like it could be Devane's accomplice, Morgan Gordon. She helped him kill Fiona Sinclair. She's even more dangerous than Devane.
Chris: Well, you never mentioned her name to me.
Insp. Little: We believed she was in Europe.
Chris: Well, then maybe you'll get lucky and you'll find her, too.
Insp. Little: Oh, we will. You can rest assured, we'll get them both.
Edmund: She's gone.
Aidan: We're not going any further until you tell me what's wrong and how sick you are.
Maria: No, we don't have time. We don't have time. Let's just go.
Aidan: We have a little bit of time, Maureen. Is this serious?
Maria: No, I'm not sick exactly. I was drugged.
Aidan: By who? By Morgan?
Maria: Edmund. Edmund gave me some crazy drug from David Hayward. He'd been paying him to help him develop this drug to get my memory back.
Aidan: And this is what, giving you a fever and made you sick and stuff?
Maria: Because he gave it to me before it was tested or ready.
Aidan: He gave it to you before it was ready?
Aidan: Oh, my God.
Maria: Touching, isn't it? Edmund's as twisted as David Hayward is.
Aidan: So you're suffering side effects or something?
Maria: I think so. I think so.
Aidan: Well, we definitely can't go anywhere. I'm serious. Not with you in this condition because the only person that can do something for you, needless to say, is Hayward.
Maria: I'm not going to let him touch me. The only thing that Hayward cares about is not going to jail. And the only thing that Edmund cares about is reclaiming his precious Maria.
Aidan: And what the heck do you care about?
Maria: You. You. I'm not going back to Edmund, not after this.
Erica: It's fairly even. Well, it's not too waxy, but it's certainly not up to the standards of our product.
Bianca: Half the girls at the university are wearing that color.
Erica: Why, because it's cheap?
Bianca: It is free. They handed out samples all day.
Erica: Aha. Yes, free is even better than cheap. Well, wait a second. That's impossible because Fusion -- better known as conFusion -- couldn't possibly have gone into production that quickly. Well, those devious little wannabes. This is not even theirs.
Bianca: It's not?
Erica: No, it's salvage. Whenever a company that is underfunded and poorly managed is going under -- well, they unload the rest of their inventory at a fraction of what it's worth, and then somebody slaps on a label and voila.
Bianca: Are you sure?
Erica: Of course I'm sure. We got a call from that person in Shanghai.
Bianca: That's right -- trying to unload product from that bankrupt company.
Erica: Mm-hmm. Well, they found their suckers -- the gals from conFusion.
Bianca: Well, the color looks good on just about everyone. And the town is plastered with those Fusionlips posters.
Erica: Oh, you mean that Mia what's-her-name and Jake Martin? Honey, Enchantment's international campaign -- I mean, it has a seven-figure budget, and we employ all the greatest models in the world.
Bianca: Yeah, well, my friends think that Fusion's campaign is pretty cool.
Erica: Yeah, well, of course they do, honey, because, you know, they're townspeople. Don't let these upstarts get to you.
Bianca: It's just that Kendall and Greenlee are so set on bringing you down.
Erica: Honey, bankruptcy was invented for companies who have been trying to bring me down. Really. I mean, dozens -- dozens go down every single month. This conFusion company -- Fusion, whatever -- it's not going to bring me down at all. It's not going to put a dent in Enchantment. Let's have our tea.
Bianca: Oh, gosh, I hope not, mom. Hey, did -- do you want to after Uncle Jack?
Bianca: Well, I just mean, when I got here, you both seemed a little thrown, like I had caught you off guard.
Erica: Well, you had. But that doesn't mean we weren't very glad to see you.
Bianca: Oh, well, I wasn't worried about that. It's just that I think I should have waited on this whole lip color thing so you could have gone to the hospital.
Erica: Oh, no. No, honey, Uncle Jack was always going to go alone because he needs time with Lily.
Bianca: I thought that you two were kind of on the outs because Uncle Jack didn't prosecute Trey. But I guess when it really matters, you're there for each other. Uncle Jack is really lucky to have you, Mom.
Greenlee: Cool, damn you, cool.
Mia: This stuff better set.
Simone: Hello. It glued my lips together. I think it'll be solid.
Kendall: Well, no, not too solid. Let's pray to the cosmetics gods.
Simone: Yeah, speaking of gods, how into Boyd are you?
Kendall: Why? Are you interested?
Simone: You know, I mean, he saved my lips. I'd like to be grateful.
Mia: And he wears pants.
Simone: Oh, please don't be crass. Well?
Kendall: Well, Boyd’s cute. He's -- he's very cute, and he's a good guy.
Simone: Yeah, but what? You prefer the bad ones?
Kendall: Not necessarily.
Greenlee: I think you're still holding out for that Aspen mystery man.
Kendall: No, I'm not. I'm not. I like Boyd. I think he's cute, and he's -- he's sincere and smart --
Simone: Oh, bring it on.
Kendall: Well, I'll take him to dinner.
Simone: I'd actually like to take him to dessert.
Kendall: Okay, I think this is cool. I think this is cool. Who wants to try it?
Simone: You know what? I'm already putting in for hazard pay. I pass.
Kendall: All right. Somebody.
Mia: Okay. All right, I'm up.
Greenlee: All right, come on. Let's go. Come on.
Kendall: Come on, come on. This is going to work. Okay, pucker up. Oh, it's pretty. It's pretty, but your hair's in it. Hold on. I got it, I got it. It's pretty. Show them. Go like that.
Simone: I want to see. I actually --
Greenlee: Well? Speak.
Mia: What should I say?
Kendall: Your lips are free. That's good. Look at the color.
Greenlee: The color's absolutely glowing.
Simone: It's good. We did it, you guys. We really did it.
Mia: We did it!
Edmund: I don't know. Maybe 15 minutes, a half an hour ago. Alert every man on duty and get back to me. Right.
Morgan: Oh, my head --
Edmund: That's her. That's the woman Maria spoke to.
Guard: Somebody shoved her in the closet and knocked her out. Got a -- head's got a knot on it the size of an egg.
Edmund: What the hell's going on here?
Insp. Little: Who did this to you?
Chris: This -- this is Devane's accomplice?
Insp. Little: Yes.
Edmund: Then why was she bound and gagged?
Insp. Little: Did your romantic reunion with Devane get a bit rough?
Edmund: Hey, hey -- where the hell is my wife?
Morgan: Isn't it obvious? Aidan turned on me, took your gun, your money, and your wife and just took off.
Maria: Please, just get me away from here. Just take me away from here.
Aidan: I'm not exactly going on holiday, Maureen. If anything, my life is worth a lot less than it used to be.
Maria: Why? Because you got the drop on Morgan?
Aidan: Yeah, partly.
Maria: I thought you were going to be thousands of miles away from here by now, anyway.
Aidan: You're right. I would have been if Morgan hadn't have kept me here and -- and threatened you.
Maria: But none of that matters now.
Aidan: Yes, it does.
Maria: No, it doesn't.
Aidan: It does.
Maria: Let's just go. I don't know if it's seeing you or if it's being away from Edmund and all his crazy drugs or whatever, but I'm actually -- I'm feeling better. This is the first time I've started feeling better.
Aidan: I'm going to hot-wire Morgan’s car right now.
Maria: Then we can take off? Please?
Aidan: I'm going to take you over to your mother's because there's no way you're going to take a ride with me. All right?
Erica: Okay. M. M, M, M, M, M. Maxie, hi. It's Erica. Oh, marvelous. And you? Yes. Maxie, I just wanted to run by -- find out what your take was on my Valentine’s Day specials. Yes, yes, aren't they? Oh, great. Maxie, tell me, are you going to be at the cystic fibrosis fundraiser next week? Yes, great. Let's do that. Okay. Oh, Maxie -- Maxie, there's one last thing. I wanted to give you a heads-up. There is this cut-rate company that is actually peddling the remaining stock from Shanghai Girls. Yes, isn't it? I mean, some people just have no standards. Oh, come on. Lacey's has been so loyal to Enchantment over the course of time, of course I'm going to be loyal to you, of course I'm going to share. Yes. Exactly. Junk like that on the market, especially in your department store -- that could just wreck your reputation. Absolutely. Okay, great. I'll see you next week.
Greenlee: Let's get back to the office and package Rioja.
Mia: We are so good!
Simone: I will get there as soon as I put more water on my lips.
Mia: I'm so sorry. I had the hair dryer on high.
Simone: Oh, yeah, "I'm so sorry." Oh, gosh.
Kendall: Oh, what did you forget now? Focus, Mia. Oh, read my tired lips -- Michael.
Maria: Aidan, you can't just leave me here.
Aidan: Look, where I'm going is way too dangerous for you, Maureen.
Maria: Oh, sure, as opposed to my warm, cozy castle where some psychopath is trying to use me as a lab rat?
Aidan: You're going to be with your mum. She's going to take very good care of you.
Maria: Who's going to take care of you? You would still be a prisoner of Morgan’s if I hadn't saved you.
Aidan: I could have taken --
Maria: You could have what? What were you going to do? Were you going to wish her away? Come on. I totally saved you, and you know it. You need me. You can't deny it.
Maria: And I need you, too, Aidan. Please? I -- okay, I'm going. That -- I'm going.
Aidan: Look, I'm going to go over to the Bahamas and I'm going to take care of Julian, and I'm going to kill him, and you cannot be involved.
Maria: I am already involved. If Morgan knows all about me, then so does Julian.
Aidan: Yeah, I'm afraid so.
Maria: Okay, so then I'm -- I'm obviously not out of danger.
Aidan: Yeah, but, Maureen --
Maria: I'm not going to sit around here and wait to get whacked, Aidan.
Aidan: That's exactly why I'm going to the Bahamas to take care of Julian.
Maria: That's exactly why we're going to the Bahamas.
Aidan: Damn, this thing won't start.
Maria: Wait, wait, wait.
Aidan: What are you doing?
Aidan: Oh, my God. And what -- what are you supposed to be?
Maria: Very talented. It's a little something I picked up in Nevada. Look, I promise, Aidan, I'm not going to slow you down. I won't -- I won't get in your way at all, but you've got to take me. Do you have a plan?
Aidan: Yeah. I'm going to drive down to South Florida. I'm going to hire a boat and go over to Paradise Island in the Bahamas.
Maria: It's perfect because you won't need a passport or any ID.
Aidan: And Julian won't know I'm there until I want him to.
Maria: Good. Okay, drive.
Aidan: You know it's going to kill me if anything happens to you.
Maria: Yeah, I'm going to kill you if anything happens to me. Let's go. Go, go.
Aidan: You really are a stubborn wench. Do you realize that?
Maria: So I've been told.
Chris: You're going to be held here pending expedition to England.
Insp. Little: We'll move that along.
Chris: All right. I'll check with the bureau.
Morgan: You really think you're going to get away?
Julian: I catch him [missing]
Morgan: It's going to happen. Aidan thinks you're in the Bahamas. You're going to take him completely by surprise.
Julian: Like he took you? Aidan outplayed you, Morgan. You weren't up to this job after all.
Morgan: It's that bloody Maria.
Julian: Don't blame your failure on some stupid housewife.
Morgan: I bet they planned this. I mean, she distracted me for, like, a millisecond.
Julian: I overestimated you, Morgan.
Morgan: Please, just let me make it up to you, all right? You needn't go after Aidan. Aidan's going to be coming after you. He's definitely, definitely going to go to the Bahamas.
Julian: Well, at least that part of my plan worked.
Morgan: Just get me out of here, all right? I'll fix everything. Just get me out of here. I'll go back to Wildwind, and if Maria hasn't followed Aidan, I'll grab her and bring her down to you. When Aidan shows up, you'll get your revenge.
Julian: Morgan, I do enjoy you.
Morgan: So you'll get me out?
Julian: Yeah. But what you said to Edmund Grey is correct. His wife has taken off with Aidan. He'll lead me to the sacrifice himself.
Morgan: Rather delicious, that touch.
Julian: It'll be even richer after they've shared a few stolen days in paradise.
Morgan: Why give them more time?
Julian: Because after he sees her die, I want his love to be so overwhelming that he begs me to kill him, too. And then I'll grant his wish -- oh, so slowly.
>> On the next "All My Children" --
Michael: Did I come at a bad time?
David: I'm worried for nothing, right?
Anna: Not exactly. I have some bad news.
Simone: You could turn around and there he is, that man who will take your breath away.
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