AMC Transcript Tuesday 8/12/03


All My Children Transcript Tuesday 8/12/03

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Jack: It's ok, it's ok, Greenlee. I got you.

Greenlee: Put me down.

Jack: Ok, ok. Easy, easy --

Greenlee: I'm not a 7-year-old.

Jack: No, I know you're not a 7-year-old. Do you realize how ugly this storm is about to get?

Greenlee: Bad weather -- hey, bring it on!

Jack: You're not just staying on a beach like this and wind like this. You're going to get blown out to sea.

Greenlee: I'll take my chances.

Jack: Not on my watch you won't. Now, you can fight me as much as you want, but I am getting you --

Greenlee: What --

[Greenlee screams]

Jack: Out of here.

Greenlee: Put me down! Are you crazy?

Juan Pablo: Carlos. How did you find me?

Carlos: It was easy, way too easy.

Juan Pablo: Come on, nobody knows.

Carlos: You're not supposed to be near me. You're not supposed to be anywhere near me. What? That was the deal. Don't you remember that?

Juan Pablo: Yes, but I have good reasons --

Carlos: Well, damn your reasons. Do you have a death wish?


Ryan: Man, no disrespect, but I don't think the oxygen is making it up to your brain.

Alexander: My heart may have failed me, but my mind is still sound.

Ryan: Yeah, I'm not so sure about that, because what you just laid on me is, like, a little out there.

Alexander: It's an old man's prerogative to change his mind.

Ryan: Yeah, maybe, you know, but this is -- this is -- this is a life-or-death time. And you know what? It would serve you right if I went along with it.

Alexander: You have no say in the matter, Mr. Lavery. The decision has been made. You will grant me this final request.

Bianca: Mom?

Erica: Oh, Bianca. Thank god you're all right, honey.

Bianca: Why wouldn't I be?

Erica: Well, I've just been calling you everywhere, honey. Didn't you get my messages?

Bianca: My phone was turned off.

Erica: Oh.

Bianca: But then Boyd ran in to me and he said that you were looking for me?


Bianca: Why? Um -- did Uncle Jack call? Is the wedding back on?

Erica: Oh, no. No, sweetheart, I just thought we could have dinner together. I mean, so much has happened.

Bianca: Yeah -- um -- I'm actually -- I'm tired. I just want to go to bed.

Erica: Well, won't you tell me where you were and, you know, how are you feeling?

Bianca: Mom, in the morning, ok? I -- I just need to crash.

Erica: The storm -- she's terrified like me. Oh. I can't believe this. I can't believe this is happening to my baby.

Kendall: Erica, you don't know if Michael did anything to Bianca.

Erica: Well, I pray to god that he didn't. But based on what David told me and what you've witnessed and what I've seen with my own eyes, I mean, Bianca is not herself. Something has her running scared.

Kendall: Ok, I know I'm not a shrink, but don't you think that maybe you're projecting your own fears onto Bianca?


[Erica screams]

Erica: Let go of me! No! Help!

Michael: You're going to -- thinking of taking it lying down, huh?

Erica: Let go of me, you --

Michael: You going to take it lying down --

Erica: Oh!

Michael: Like a lady? Is that it?

Erica: Help!

Michael: Come here.

Erica: Help!

Michael: Come here. Come here. Come on -- whoa, you're going to pay for that now. You're going to pay for that now.


Erica: Get out of my house right now!

Simone: Whew!

Mia: So how did it go tonight?

Simone: What?

Mia: Your search for true love.

Simone: Oh, that. Well, a total dead end, as usual.

Mia: Oh. I'm sorry.

Simone: Yeah.

Mia: Well, at least we've got our sexiest guys.

Simone: Yeah.

Mia: How's round three of the contest going?

Simone: Actually, you need to check that out, because the votes are just rushing in.

Mia: Yeah?

Simone: Yeah.

Mia: Wow -- this promotion's really taking off, huh?

Simone: Yeah.

Mia: Yeah.

Simone: Hopefully we won't be announcing the winner behind prison bars. Yeah.

Mia: Yeah.

Simone: You know, I cannot believe in all honesty that we owe the I.R.S. $500,000, with interest compounding daily? I mean, if we don't find a way to pay that off, Fusion tanks. We'll be modeling orange jump suits.

Mia: Yeah, and I look really sucky in orange. I guess there's not really any point in going over the numbers again, is there?

Simone: Well, let's recheck the numbers again. You know, who knows? Maybe a fairy godmother, you know, waved her little magic wand and pumped up our checking account.

Mia: Simone, do you know something that I don't?

Simone: Well, bibbity-bobbity-boo.

Mia: What?

Simone: Uh -- an electronic deposit was made to our corporate account dated today. And guess for how much.

Simone and Mia: $500,000.

Simone: Oh, god bless you, fairy godmother.

Michael: Confirming the e-transfer of 500,000 big ones to the Fusion corporate account, from a secret admirer. Hmm.

Michael: The babes of fusion are now mine. Hmm. Surprise, Kendall. Ready or not, I'm back.


Kendall: Erica, I'm sorry. I'm sorry if I did anything or said anything to upset you.


Erica: Oh, no. No. It's me. I should apologize to you. Please, I'm so sorry. I -- I did not mean to bark at you like that.

Kendall: It's ok, it's all right. I guess we're -- we're all a little on edge.

Erica: It's the storm.

Kendall: Brings you back to that night at your father's --

Erica: But I'm not going to be a victim. I refuse to be a victim.

Kendall: It's ok, it's ok. Erica, it's ok to be afraid. You're not alone. Let me help you the way I did last time.

Erica: Kendall, I can't fall apart every time a cloud rumbles. I have got to stay strong, I've got to stay strong for Bianca. I have to focus on what she needs. I have to find out if Michael Cambias -- if Michael Cambias hurt her.

Kendall: The way he hurt you and me.

Erica: She's always been so naive, she's been so trusting.

Kendall: Honestly, I think that she's a lot stronger than you give her credit for.

Erica: You don't know her like I do.

Kendall: Look, why don't we both go and talk to Bianca together?

Erica: No, no, no, no. I don't think that would be a good idea. In fact, I know she wouldn't open up in front of you. No, I have to do it alone.

Kendall: Are you sure?

Erica: Positive.

Kendall: Ok. Ok, well, I'll go, then.

Erica: Oh, Kendall, you do understand?

Kendall: Of course. Of course. I understand perfectly.

Erica: Thank you.

Kendall: Just call me if you need me.

Erica: All right.

Kendall: Ok.

Erica: Thank you.

Kendall: Bye.

Erica: Bye.

Kendall: You're not getting away with this, Michael.

Erica: Whoa, Bianca! Honey, what is it? What's wrong? Sweetheart?

Bianca: I just wanted to make sure that you had remembered to lock the front door.


Erica: It's the storm, honey -- it's made you jumpy, like me. But it's all right. There's really nothing -- nothing for you to be afraid of.

Bianca: Let go!

Michael: Listen, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

Bianca: Just let go of me.

Michael: No problem. Bianca, there's no need to be frightened. It's just me, all right? It's ok.

Erica: Bianca, sweetheart? Are you all right?


Erica: Bianca? Bianca?

Juan Pablo: If death held any attraction for me, I would have become a bullfighter. My job is to keep you alive.

Carlos: I can take care of myself. I always have and I always will.

Juan Pablo: Really?

Carlos: Mm-hmm.

Juan Pablo: And does taking care of yourself include putting your face before the American public in a TV commercial?

Carlos: You saw that?

Juan Pablo: The whole world saw it via the miracle of satellite TV. That's why I'm here.

Carlos: Ok, that's -- that ad -- that was all spur-of-the-moment and fun.

Juan Pablo: And fun?

Carlos: Yeah.

Juan Pablo: I see.

Carlos: I wasn't thinking.

Juan Pablo: You must always think, Carlos. Never let your guard down -- never -- or your will end up dead. You are much too young.

Carlos: Yes, you have my word, Juan. From now on, I will be more careful.

Juan Pablo: Tsk, tsk, tsk. Pine Valley is no longer safe for you.

Carlos: I said I'd be careful.

Juan Pablo: And I say we can't take a chance. You're coming with me, and we leave tonight.

Jack: A little further.


Jack: No. Hello. Hello in the restaurant. I got a couple of wet rats out here. We're looking for a little shelter.

[Jack knocks on door]

Jack: Hello!

Greenlee: Agh.

Jack: Oh, man.

Greenlee: I asked you to take me back to the hotel.

Jack: No, you didn't ask me, you ordered me, Greenlee.

Greenlee: So how come we ended up in this dump?

Jack: Can't you tell? It's because of the atmosphere.

Greenlee: You got that right.

Jack: Hi.

Man: Sorry, folks. We're closed -- no power.

Jack: No, I can see that. I just wondered if you could maybe find it in your heart to give a couple of pilgrims some shelter from the storm here.

Man: I guess it'd be ok.

Jack: Great, great. Listen, do you have a gas stove here? If you could do, we'd sure like -- maybe, like, a cup of clam -- two bowls of clam chowder and a pot of coffee.

Man: You don't take no for an answer, do you?

Jack: Well, not very often, no.

[Jack chuckles]

Man: There's a box of matches over there in front of the candles over there, so --

Jack: I appreciate it. Thank you very much, sir.

Man: Yep.

Jack: Well, you know what? As far as ports in a storm go, this is not so bad, huh?

Greenlee: I'm going back to the hotel.

Jack: Yeah, how you going to do that? Charter a boat? Greenlee, would you like to tell me how it is you ended up on those rocks?

Greenlee: I was congratulating god for his sense of humor.

Jack: Yeah, well, I'm sure that's not quite the language you used.

Greenlee: That's when he zapped me with a rock.

Jack: Yeah, you think he did that, huh? You don't think maybe you did that yourself?

Greenlee: Yeah, yeah, but I created a rockslide so you'd have to come and rescue me.

Jack: Hardly. But you know every last one of us needs saving sometimes.

Greenlee: Shows how well you know me.

Jack: Shows how much I'd like to.

Greenlee: God --

Jack: Oh, you're freezing. Uh -- here you go.


Jack: Just slip this thing on here. Ooh. You know, you really should pace yourself.

Greenlee: Excuse me?

Jack: You know, you use up all your fight right now, you got nothing left for the later rounds there, you know? You should save something, surprise your opponent.

Greenlee: Great. I've got an absentee father and a manager.

Jack: You've really been through the ringer, haven't you?

Greenlee: Hmm. Now I know why you made law review.

Jack: Tell me something -- do I owe you an apology for that little bout of tough love out there?

Greenlee: Please, love had nothing to do with it.

Jack: No? I was worried to death about you, and that's god's honest truth.

Greenlee: Well, file this in your P.D.A. -- I've been looking out for myself ever since I was old enough not to cry out for help.

Jack: Well, file this in yours -- I think that's a damn shame.

Greenlee: Who asked you?

Jack: Ooh. All right, you want to spar like this all night? You think you're up for it? Because I like a good fight. That's why I'm such a good trial lawyer.

Greenlee: Well, hip-hip-D.A.!

Jack: You're not going to make this easy for me, are you?

Greenlee: Look, Jack, I know the whole spiel. This is where you say if you had known about me being your daughter before, things would be different. That on that magical, mystical, moonlit night, you looked into my mother's eyes and conceived me out of love. This is where you get all misty-eyed, you take my hand, you beg for a chance to make up for all the long-lost years. Am I getting warm, daddy?

Jack: Actually, I was thinking this would be an opportune time for you to tell me what you need from me. Tell me what you need, Greenlee. And if I can give it to you, I will.

Michael: No, no, I don't wish to be connected. I just was hoping you could update me on my father's condition. Stabilized? Yeah, yeah, that is a relief. No, no, no, I don't wish to leave a message. Damn you, old man, you just never know when to let go, do you?

[Knock on door]

Michael: Hello, Kendall. I've been expecting you.

Kendall: What in the hell did you do to my sister?

Erica: Bianca -- sweetheart, it's all right. It's all right, you're safe with me, honey. It's just the two of us here.

Bianca: There's people upstairs -- Henry and Boyd --

Michael: Bianca, there's nobody upstairs. I did check the house before you got home, ok? There's no need to lie. You and I are going to be together for a while.

Bianca: No. Don't touch me! Oh!

Michael: You must think I'm really crazy.

Bianca: No, no, not crazy -- in pain.

Michael: Well, let me tell you something -- I don't need a shrink. I mean, I come here for your help and that's your advice -- to see some stupid quack?

Erica: Bianca -- Bianca, honey, it's all right. It's all right. It's just a spilled glass of water, that's all. Honey, look at me. Look, you just -- you just take a deep breath. Just take a deep breath, and just you try to relax, honey, just try to relax.

Michael: Hey, you just close your eyes and use your imagination -- you could even pretend I'm Lena.

Bianca: Get away from me. You're not her. You'll never be her.

Erica: Oh, Bianca, it's me, honey. It's -- it's mommy.

Bianca: I'm not going to let you do this to me again. I won't drink your damn lemonade. I won't dance with you. I won't let you inside me.

Erica: Honey -- sweetheart. Honey. Come back to me, honey. Come back to me, baby. It's mommy. It's mommy, sweetheart. You're home, honey. You're home. You're safe.

Bianca: Out!

Michael: I -- wait a minute.

[Bianca screams]

Bianca: No!

Erica: No, Bianca, no! No, honey!

Erica: Look at me, sweetheart. I want you to see me, honey. Look at me, baby. I want you to focus and really see me, honey. It's mommy. It's mommy. I would never hurt you, and you know that, honey. You know I would never hurt you, and I won't let anybody else hurt you. I swear I am here to protect you, honey. I am going to protect you. I'm going to take care of you, and I'm going to make sure that nobody else ever hurts you again. Please believe me, sweetheart. Please believe me and please look at me.


Erica: Yeah. That's right. That's right, my baby. That's right, my baby. Everything's all right now, honey. Everything is going to be all right. Mommy's here.

Bianca: Mommy?

Erica: Yes. Yes -- yes. Oh, you're going to be ok, honey. Everything is going to be all right, honey. I promise you. You are not alone, honey. You're going to get through this. I swear to you, I promise you, we are going to get through this together, honey.

Michael: Kendall, this night just keeps getting better and better.

Kendall: Answer me. Tell me what you did to my sister.

Michael: Well, if you really thought that I did something, I highly doubt that you'd risk being alone with me now here, would you?

Kendall: You're such a sick little man.

Michael: And yet here you are. I mean, this is amazing. You and Erica -- you just keep coming back for more. I mean, you two can accuse me of romancing every woman in town, but --

Kendall: Oh, only you could confuse rape with romance.

Michael: As I was saying, Kendall, you are never, never going to pin a rape charge on me. As a matter of fact, you're never going to pin anything on me. Finest import rolled by a native woman.

Kendall: Now tell me -- tell me what you did to my sister, or I'll --

Michael: What? What are you going to do, Kendall, hmm? Huh? You going to stamp your feet, call me names? Is there anything sadder than a blown opportunity? And you could've had so much more with me, Kendall. I would've given you my all, everything I had to give, if only you'd stuck by me.

Kendall: I'd rather die.

Michael: Well, that's because you fail to see the big picture. Now, I would've handed you the world gift-wrapped, but you chose what was behind door number two. You turned your back on me to win your mommy's love, and let me ask you something, Kendall. Where is mommy dearest now, hmm? I mean, if I know my irony, she's probably hanging out with Bianca, isn't she? That's what I thought. Yep. Damn, I am good.

Kendall: You are beyond pathetic.

Michael: Oh, Kendall, "pathetic" is for little children that don't learn their lesson.

Kendall: Oh, yeah, like you've learned any lessons.

Michael: Well, when the lesson is, you know, betrayal by a parent, one learns to have the last laugh. And I, my dear, shall have the last laugh, as my father is dying.

Kendall: Again?

Michael: Yeah, well, for real this time. And when he goes -- which won't be a moment too soon -- I will be the head of Cambias industries. Which, of course, you would've shared in the wealth in that -- you know, the power, the glory. And another thing -- I will make those bogus charges that Montgomery brought against me disappear one by one, and then I will have my freedom. Hmm. I knew dear old dad would come through for me in the end.

Ryan: You know what, Al? I don't think you should be making life-or-death decisions while you're, you know, in this state.

Alexander: My mind's made up and I'm not about to change it.

Ryan: Why don't you just, like, put it on ice for a little while, and then we'll get back to it when you're back on your feet and feeling better.

Alexander: I know exactly what I'm doing.

Ryan: Whatever grief your son's caused you, why don't you just try -- why don't you just call him one more time?

Alexander: No more calls to Michael. No more chances.


Jack: This is really good. You ought to eat some, it'll warm you up.

Greenlee: I'm not hungry. Can I ask you something?

Jack: Yeah, absolutely. Go ahead.

Greenlee: Did you and Erica --

Jack: What, get married? No.

Greenlee: Because?

Jack: Well, there were these extenuating circumstances, you see.

Greenlee: And you're looking at them.

Jack: Mm-hmm.

Greenlee: Some clam chowder on your chin.

Jack: Hmm.

Jack: Oh. So, anyway, back to my question. What, if anything, do you want from me?

Greenlee: Damned if I know. I wouldn't have taken off if I did.

Jack: Well, I guess you probably wouldn't have torched your couch or your family photos, either, huh?

Greenlee: You know about that?

Jack: Didn't anybody ever tell you not to play with matches?

Greenlee: I'm sure somebody at some point dictated the memo to some underling to pass on to me. But it probably got lost or I decided to ignore it, because what do adults know, anyway?

Jack: Greenlee, I don't know if this would be any consolation to you, but I was blindsided by this whole thing the same way you were.

Greenlee: You seem pretty together.

Jack: Well, yeah, now that I've found you. You should've seen me running around like a crazy person looking --

Greenlee: For me?

Jack: Yeah, for you. I had to make sure you were ok.

Greenlee: Never know when you're going to need another pint of my premium plasma, huh?

Jack: Speaking of which, thank you very much for saving my life.

Greenlee: Yeah, well, you saved mine today, so why don't we call it even.

Jack: And just, what, go our separate ways?

Greenlee: You're right, this is good.

Jack: Mm-hmm.

Greenlee: So -- ahem -- how's the other drama queen doing in your life?

Jack: Hmm -- that would be Mary, I guess, huh?

Greenlee: Yeah, Mary and her diary of a boring socialite. She's probably writing in it now -- "diary dearest, the paternity cat is out of the bag and I haven't seen what's-her-name in days."

[Greenlee laughs]

Jack: You know, as far as your relationship with your mother goes, I don't know what to tell you. I'm more concerned about us. I'd like to focus on what the future might hold for you and me.

Greenlee: If anything.

Jack: Yeah, if anything. I do hope we stay connected.

Greenlee: Why?

Jack: All the usual reasons. Family's always been very important to me.

Greenlee: Well, what are you going to get out of it? I mean, I'm not some little girl you can pet and pamper. I mean, isn't your life a little aggravating enough with Erica in it without having me to deal with?

Jack: You remember when you came to the hospital to see me, and later when we ran into each other at S.O.S.?

Greenlee: Yes, you saved me from jer-bear, the nerd from hell.

Jack: That's right. We sure laughed, and I thought we -- I thought we hit it off. And later I was thinking to myself, that Greenlee, you know, she's a young woman. She's smart and she's funny and she's just as full of it as she can be. Then I found out you're my daughter. And I can't tell you how happy that made me.

Simone: Yoo-hoo! I'm home! Guess what I scored. Champagne, a little caviar to celebrate our sudden windfall.

Mia: "Sudden" is right. Where did all this money come from?

Simone: Oh, who cares, Mia?

Mia: I care. $500,000 gets transferred into our account, no explanation.

Simone: Why are you such a downer?

Mia: Look, I've just learned in the past to ask questions.

Simone: Ok, Sherlock. You really want to know who our mystery benefactor is?

Mia: You know?

Simone: Mmm. Well, I am 99.9% sure that it's Liza. Remember how I pressed you to call her to let her know that, you know, the I.R.S. Is breathing down our necks, but you didn't want to because you didn't want to bug her while she was on vacation?

Mia: Yeah? So?

Simone: Yeah, so, I called her.

Mia: You talked to my sister?

Simone: Well, no. I actually left a pleading voicemail message telling her how, you know, we needed her so badly because, you know, to save us from debtor's prison, and obviously she came through and she saved the day.

Mia: Ok, well, now that the mystery is solved, I guess, I will call Liza tomorrow morning and make sure she transferred the money into that account. So until then, hold off on contacting the I.R.S.

Simone: Well, that would be a little too late.

Mia: Too late? What do you mean, too late?

Simone: Well, I wired the I.R.S. The money before I went to the liquor store.

Mia: What?

Simone: Yeah.

Mia: Without talking to me? Without consulting Greenlee or Kendall? What's wrong with you?

Simone: Yeah. Would you just chill out? I am sure that the money's from Liza, all right, and I used the money for the purpose in which it was intended. So shut up and have a toast with me already. Come on! To our beloved rescuer.

Michael: Well, he's had a good run, hasn't he? Besides, I think it's time that he hands over the reins to Cambias industries to somebody that is more vital and capable.

Kendall: You are completely deluded if you think inheriting his fortune will change anything. A king's ransom won't buy you freedom, not after everything you've done. And if I find out that you have laid one finger on Bianca, I swear to god --

Michael: What are you going to do, Kendall, huh? What do you have in store for me? What can I hope for? What, you going to poison my cigars? Put battery acid in my after-shave lotion? Hmm?

Kendall: Whatever hurts the most.

Michael: Yeah, yeah, you talk tough. But you know as well as I do, Kendall, that you can't touch me. As a matter of fact, no one can. And you, your mother, your sister -- you mean nothing to me. And one day -- one day soon -- you will look back on all the things that we shared together, and you're going to wish that you had it back. You will lie in bed at night, dreaming, burning with desire, remembering all the things I used to do to you, and how I made you breathless.

Erica: I'm here, sweetheart. Mommy's here. You can talk to me.

Bianca: He came back. He's here. He wants to get us. He wants to hurt us so bad.

Erica: Honey, the door's locked. There are guards outside. No one's going to hurt us. No one can get to us.

Bianca: He's going to try. He'll never give up.

Erica: Oh, sweetheart, no. No, he's never going to hurt you. No one can hurt you, honey. I'm not going to let them.

Bianca: I'm going to fight harder this time. I'm going to be smarter than he is. Last time, I wasn't strong enough, and he held me down. And --

Michael: Here --

Bianca: No. Please, please.

Michael: Shut up! Shut up!

Bianca: No! No! No!


Bianca: No! No. 

Greenlee: Well, it looks like the storm is blowing over.

Jack: How are you doing?

Greenlee: Ok.

Jack: Yeah? How's that ankle?

Greenlee: You know, this lame-bird routine actually gets a lot of mileage.

Jack: Guys actually fall for that, huh?

Greenlee: Guys and long-lost fathers.

Jack: You ok with this long-lost father?

Greenlee: Don't know, counselor. The jury's still out on that one.

Jack: Well, you take your time in deliberation. Consider well your options and listen to your instincts. They serve you well.

Greenlee: No pressure?

Jack: No pressure from me. We can go our separate ways right now, and if you decide you want to talk later, you know how to reach me. Ok?

Greenlee: Ok.

Jack: Ok. I do have one favor to ask of you, though.

Greenlee: What?

Jack: Finish your soup.

Greenlee: Demands, demands.

[Jack chuckles]

Juan Pablo: No, no, no, no, no. Dije que tenga una avion listo para salir manana primera ahora entre viste. Bien. I've given orders for the private jet to be ready for takeoff first thing in the morning.

Carlos: No, no. I'm not leaving the United States and I'm not leaving Pine Valley. I'm tired of running. If you leave, you leave alone.

Juan Pablo: I'm not leaving without my brother.

Alexander: So, Ryan, is my decision one that you can live with?

Ryan: I want to know more about your son. Does Michael have a -- a wife or a girlfriend that can knock some sense into him, make him come and see you?

Alexander: My son has no one. The few women he's managed to trick into his life end up spitting on him -- or worse.

Kendall: Let me go, you pig. Let me go! Let me go before --

Michael: What's the matter, Kendall, huh? Afraid I'm going to pounce on you?

Kendall: Let me go!

Michael: Have my way with you, huh? In your dreams. Get out.

Kendall: You're sick! Michael, you're sick! You admit it! Admit that you raped my sister, Michael! Admit it!

Erica: It's all right, sweetheart. I promise you it's going to be all right, honey. Could you just tell me, who -- who hurt you, honey? Who did this to you?

Bianca: Michael. It was Michael. And he won't leave me alone.

Erica: And what did he do to you, sweetheart?

Erica: Honey, did Michael -- did he -- did he rape you? It's ok, sweetheart. It's all right, honey. You can tell me. You can tell me, baby. Please. Please.

Bianca: Yes. Yes. He raped me.

Erica: Oh, god. It's ok, sweetie. Ok. Ok. 

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

Carlos: Wait, hold on, you stayed here with him?

Greenlee: You got a problem with that?

Alexander: I'm not dead yet.

Michael: I've got plans, whether you're dead or alive.

Kendall: Bianca has been raped! Erica is reliving her worst nightmare because of me!

Bianca: You're not mad at me?

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