All My Children Transcript Thursday 10/30/03
Provided By Suzanne
Proofread by Gisele
Reggie: Ok, you guys are here to question me. Are you guys on crack?
Jack: Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Now, what -- what, is this your way of coming after me, Derek?
Derek: This is police business, Jack.
Erica: Oh, and you had to bring it here? Jack's daughter has been through a terrible ordeal. I mean, she almost died.
Derek: I'm sorry about what happened. How's Greenlee doing?
Erica: Well, she'd be a lot better off is she didn't have to worry about the police harassing her father.
Derek: I am not here to harass Jack.
Erica: Well, then, why don't you just show him a little respect?
Derek: You know what? I thought you and Jack were on the outs.
Erica: Well, you know what? No matter what's going on between Jack and me, he is still my daughter's uncle and he is still my family.
Greenlee: Why don't you leave Jackson alone?
Jack: Whoa, whoa, whoa -- what are you doing out of bed?
Greenlee: He had nothing to do with Michael Cambias' murder.
Derek: This has nothing to do with Jack.
Greenlee: He was with me the night that Michael went AWOL. I had a meltdown, and it took him all night to talk me down.
Palmer: Good God, man! Why in blazes are you vandalizing my jet? Damn it, Martin, get away from my sofa!
Tad: Looks like your cleaning crew missed a spot there, P.C. and my bet is that this is blood.
Opal: Oh, now, Tad, don't jump to conclusions. I mean, that could be red wine or marinara or --
Tad: Or blood. It could be an exact match for Michael Cambias' blood.
Maria: What do you got?
First EMT: Sinus tach, hypersalivation. G.S.C. 13.
Second EMT: None. BP's 108 over 62.
Maria: Ok, let's get him in cube one. Aidan, were you with Ryan?
Aidan: Yeah. I found him passed out in Michael�s condo with these next to him.
Aidan: Yeah, my guess -- a damn sight stronger than prescription strength.
Maria: Get this to the poison center and find out what's in those. Kelly? Kelly, I want a panel of bloods and serum electrolytes and a dextrose stick. Come on, move it, guys. I don't want to lose this guy.
Kendall: Bianca, what is this?
Bianca: It's a baby book.
Kendall: Yeah, yeah, I see that. What is it doing here?
Bianca: It's -- it's a gift. A friend of mine, Lissa, she's having a baby. I should wrap it, and I should give it to her.
Kendall: Are they selling these books with the baby's first sonogram already in them?
Bianca: She sent it to me. It's Lissa's. She sent it to me to announce that she was pregnant. Give it to me.
Kendall: No. You didn't terminate the pregnancy, did you? Bianca -- you're having Michael Cambias' baby.
Palmer: You are trespassing, and I'm going to call the police.
Opal: Stop that, Palmer. Nobody is sending my boy to jail.
Tad: No, no, no, no, by all means, let him. If anybody goes down the river, so to speak, it's going to be Machiavelli here for complicity, commit, and conspiracy in the murder of one Michael Cambias.
Opal: Now, you shush up right now, Tad, because nobody's sending your baby brother's daddy to jail, either. Palmer may be a whole lot of trouble, but he's not a killer.
Palmer: I don't need you to defend me.
Tad: What are you doing with him, anyway? God knows you're not contemplating renewing your membership in the mile-high club.
Opal: Tad Martin! What is important here, what matters, is that the only good thing Michael Cambias ever did was to depart the planet. I mean, who cares about the why or the how or the who of it?
Tad: I care. And so should chuckles here. So, what's it going to be, Palmer? You finally going to tell me what happened that night, or do I have to start sending pieces of your furniture off to Derek Frye�s forensic team?
Adam: Oh, good grief.
Tad: Fashionably late, as always.
Adam: I should've known you'd screw this up.
Palmer: You think I invited him here?
Adam: What is it now, Martin?
Tad: How's your shoulder?
Adam: Oh, isn't that sweet -- he's worried about my shoulder.
Tad: No, I'm worried about this. Got any comment?
Adam: Nice weave.
Tad: Blood, you peanut. How did it get there?
Adam: How should I know?
Tad: Because you were on this jet the night that it happened.
Adam: Oh, says you.
Tad: Says me, that's right.
Adam: Says you.
Opal: Tad, Tad, couldn't we just let well enough alone?
Palmer: Because this idiot wants to send us both up the river!
Adam: Well, he can't do that if we kill him, can he?
Jack: Greenlee, sweetheart, you don't have to alibi me. I didn't do anything.
Derek: Yeah, thank you, Greenlee, for the information, but we're interested in questioning Reggie, not Jack.
Greenlee: Reggie? He's just a kid.
Erica: Exactly. I mean, have you lost your mind? Have you no shame? First of all you went after Kendall, then you went after David and me, and now you want to blame Michael Cambias' murder on a child?
Reggie: I'm not a child. I'm just as capable of killing that guy as the next.
Jack: Shush, shush. Enough, Reggie.
Erica: Look, he's barely old enough to shave. You really want to hang this crime on him?
Derek: You know what? This "child" already has a pretty nice rap sheet. And he's on probation for pulling a gun on someone he didn't like.
Jack: None of which means he has a damn thing to do with this, Derek!
Justin: Jack, he was implicated by a third party.
Jack: And who would that be?
Justin: We got this punk right now in custody downtown who's claiming that he sold a weapon -- what was it, a .38? -- To Reggie.
Derek: Yeah, and the sale was the same night that Cambias went missing. So you can see why we're interested in hearing what Reggie has to say.
Jack: Reggie, go ahead and go with them.
Erica: No, Jack --
Reggie: No, it's cool. It's all right. I know the routine. Let's go, dogs. You know, you mind if we stop, I get something to eat? I'm kind of hungry, you know? I didn't eat all day.
Erica: Jack, come on. You think it was wise to let Reggie go off with them by himself?
Jack: I think Reggie can take care of himself until I get there. I do, I do. Right now I want to get this one off her feet and back in bed where she belongs. I'll be right back. Come on, sweetheart.
Jack: Got it. Slippers. You all right?
Jack: Now, listen, you. I want you to tell me something. Why did you lie for me out there?
Greenlee: What was I supposed to do? I'm your daughter.
Aidan: How's Ryan? How's he doing?
Maria: Well, I'll know more when I get the pathology report back, but right now he's breathing on his own and his vital signs are stable.
Aidan: And he's got you looking after him.
Maria: Ok, don't jinx it. I never, never take a patient's recovery for granted.
Aidan: Well, he's bound to beat the odds with you on the job.
Maria: No, I'd still say that that's probably your specialty, beating the odds.
Aidan: Yeah, well, what I can say? We all catch a break once in a while.
Maria: Mm-hmm, ok. I'll let that go.
Aidan: Well, you seem like you're on top of things.
Maria: Yeah -- you mean giving orders instead of taking them?
Aidan: Yeah, whatever. I don't know, this suits you. I bet you feel like you never left.
Maria: It's starting to now. It's -- you know, after being away for so long, it is still kind of weird being thrown back into rounds and surgery and the kids and Edmund and everything.
Aidan: Well, you either commit or you don't.
Maria: You're right. There is really no way to do this halfway.
Aidan: And why would you want to? It's not your way, is it?
Maria: You, either. So, what about you? What's up with you?
Aidan: I'm good. But there's a few commitments of my own that I�m trying to honor.
Bianca: Kendall, are you crazy?
Kendall: No, you tell me. Bianca, are you still pregnant with Michael�s baby?
Bianca: You know that I terminated. You were there. You saw me at the clinic.
Kendall: No, I saw you before you went in.
Bianca: Shut up, ok? I -- why would I do that? Why would I repeat Mom's mistake? I mean, as though the rape weren't enough hell, why would I want to have my rapist's child? Why would I want to put myself through that kind of misery?
Kendall: You know what your problem is? You don't have what it takes. No matter how hard you try, you're a horrible liar.
Bianca: I'm not lying.
Kendall: Oh, come on, Bianca, give me a break. Your voice is all shaky. You can't even look me in the eye. You say the words, but it hurts you so much to say them, I'm actually feeling sorry for you.
Bianca: Everything that I said is true.
Kendall: Is it? Just tell me. Bianca, are you pregnant?
Kendall: You're pregnant. Oh, my God. My God, who knows? Does Erica know? Does Lena or Jackson?
Bianca: No, I -- just Maggie and David, and now you.
Kendall: Yeah, but you're going to start showing soon. What then? Everybody will know.
Bianca: No, I have it all planned out. I'm going to leave town when the time comes. I'm going to find a good reason.
Kendall: Yeah, like being pregnant?
Bianca: I'm going to have the baby, and then I�m going to come back to town and I�m going to tell everybody that I adopted her or him.
Kendall: Wait a minute. Hold on. You're going to leave town and then return with an adopted child whose birthday just happens to be nine months after you were raped?
Bianca: I'm going to figure it out, ok?
Kendall: Oh, God, Bianca, is there some kind of a hormone surge that messes with your head? Bianca, this plan is insane! It's crazy! Come on, face it, Binks, you're going to be outed.
Bianca: When did you get so negative?
Kendall: When I learned I was Erica Kane�s daughter. Look, why all of this hoopla? Why not just have the kid and leave it alone?
Bianca: Isn't that obvious?
Kendall: No, not really.
Bianca: Michael was an evil man, and he did horrible things to a lot of people. And I don't want my child to be touched by that. I don't want her to live with the kind of pain that you've had to live with your entire life, Kendall, and I don't want her to carry around shame for something that she had no control over.
Kendall: So you're going to live a lie just to give her a good life?
Bianca: The best thing that I can do for my child is to give her a chance -- a real chance.
Kendall: It's going to be pretty hard to hang on to a lie this size.
Bianca: Maybe it will. But, Kendall, don't you wish that you didn't know the truth about your father?
Kendall: Every day. I understand why you want to keep all of this a secret, but why -- why are you so dead set on keeping this from every single person who's close to you?
Bianca: Are you talking about Mom?
Bianca: Because I don't want her to -- I don't think it's right, I don't think it's fair that she should have to relive what happened to her because of my choice, and I don't want her to look at my child --
Kendall: The same way she looks at me? A child of rape?
Kendall: Oh, my God.
Jack: Greenlee, being my daughter does not mean that you have to lie for me.
Greenlee: Well, you're so busy protecting everybody else. Somebody's got to get your back.
Jack: Sweetheart, I don't need protecting, ok?
Greenlee: Sure you don't.
Jack: My God, you're stubborn.
Greenlee: I get it from my father.
Jack: Greenlee, I know you were just trying to help, but now we're left with a lie.
Greenlee: I was at your place all night. End of story.
Jack: No, you were not. You came to my office, and I threw you out. And I don't even recall being the least bit kind about it.
Greenlee: I forgive you, so what's the problem?
Jack: Honey, the problem is somebody might've seen us. And I must tell you, a lie at this point in time is only going to make matters worse.
Greenlee: So arrest me.
Jack: No, I don't want to arrest you --
Greenlee: But I'd do it again if I had to.
Opal: Now, nobody is going to kill my son over a ketchup stain.
Palmer: Button it, woman.
Tad: Palmer, just start over again, shall we? Gosh, Adam, doesn't this look like blood to you?
Adam: That looks like none of your business to me.
Tad: Wrong. Wrong again. This whole mess is my business until our little mystery is solved.
Adam: And what a gumshoe were you! Hell, Tad, you've worn out more bed sheets than shoe leather. Matter of fact, I liked you a lot better when you were working your way through every bedroom in Pine Valley.
Palmer: So did Liza.
Tad: Oh, shut up. I can't believe you two village idiots have not figured out that it's in your best interests to have me in on the loop on this thing. Ergo, you tell me how the blood got on this sofa, I do my best to make sure the information never sees the light of day. The way I see it -- ding -- you can talk to me or eventually you end up talking to the police or, God forbid, the press. Like screaming at Mount Rushmore. Ok, fine. Who cares? Nobody is getting off this damn plane until I find out what happened the night Michael Cambias fell off the map of the known world.
Palmer: Looks like it's going to be a long night.
Adam: Shall we take the Fifth?
Palmer: Oh, excellent idea. Opal, it seems scotch is in order.
Adam: Yes, and plenty of it.
Opal: Well, excuse me, but you must have me confused with somebody who cares about your comfort.
Adam: I'll get it.
Tad: Allow me. You certainly know your way around this bird.
Tad: That old hog-calling injury acting up again, Adam, after all this time? Or is it just that Cambias put up a hell of a fight?
Derek: Are you sure Ryan was poisoned and this wasn't an overdose?
Maria: Well, not a lot of people take insect poison for an antihistamine, but --
Derek: So somebody opened up the capsules and they refilled it with poison?
Maria: That's what the report says.
Derek: What are Ryan�s chances?
Maria: Right now they're 50/50. But we'll know better after the gastric lavage. He's -- he's having his stomach pumped.
Reggie: Yuck. Gross.
Maria: So -- I mean, basically, after that, if we've caught it in time, the procedure will clear out enough of the poison that there won't be any more damage done.
Aidan: Excuse me.
Derek: So will you keep us posted on Ryan�s condition?
Maria: Yeah, of course. Do you want me to page Jackson, let him know?
Justin: No, I'll -- I'll cover that with Jackson when we find out a little more information later.
Maria: Ok, whatever you guys think is best.
Derek: Maria, thank you for this.
Maria: You're welcome.
Derek: Come on, Reggie. Come on, let's go. We got to go downtown. We got some questions.
Reggie: So, can I turn on the lights and stuff, do the siren? I really want to ride in style.
Jack: Greenlee, listen to me. I mean, I -- I love you for putting yourself on the line for me, but let me tell you something. Having one kid hauled downtown is more than enough for me on one day, ok? So, please, no more lies. Just concentrate on getting well, huh?
Jack: Ok. Well, I better get downtown before Derek tries to make mincemeat out of poor Reggie.
Greenlee: You sure it's not the other way around?
Jack: That's a very good point, indeed. Listen, you just try to rest until I get back, all right?
Greenlee: Rest? I could die of boredom.
Jack: Well, maybe I can fix that. Hang on a second. Erica, could you come in here for just a minute, please? Thanks. Greenlee here tells me that she's bored out of her mind.
Erica: Well, there's a game room and there's a sun porch that I�m sure is very pleasant, and --
Jack: Yeah, but, see, the catch is she's not supposed to move about unassisted.
Erica: Well, we'll get a volunteer to come in with the library cart.
Greenlee: Ugh. I'd rather stare at the ceiling than read one of your autobiographies --
Jack: And the other catch is that Greenlee rarely does what she is told. And I'm just afraid that, left to her own devices, she could get in some big trouble. So I was wondering if you would be so kind as to keep her company.
Greenlee: You want Erica to guard me?
Jack: Actually, I was thinking more of maybe spending some quality time with you. Will you do that for me?
Erica: Of course.
Jack: Thank you. Thank you very much. Greenlee, you -- you try to get some rest, and you just make sure if you need to go anywhere that Erica�s here to help you, ok?
Greenlee: You know, I don't need her to help me at all.
Jack: I want you to promise me this.
Jack: That's my girl. Thank you very much. You ladies have a good time.
Kendall: Oh, my God.
Kendall: Bianca, you're pregnant with Michael Cambias' child right now.
Bianca: Yeah, I know.
Kendall: No, no, no -- do you know what this means? This means that your kid is the real heir to the entire Cambias fortune. Your kid scores everything, and Ryan Lavery gets nothing. No, there's no way you can keep this a secret. Not now.
Maria: Hey, Ryan. You've had a tough time of it. Ryan? Ryan, you with us? Ryan? He's seizing! Give me a phenobarb IV, stat! Stat -- come on, move, people! All right, hang in there, Ryan. Ryan, hang in there. Your dad saved my little girl. I'm not letting him down. It'll be ok. Come on.
Erica: It's all right. Listen, how about some TV? I'd be happy to turn it on for you --
Greenlee: No, thanks.
Erica: Are you thirsty?
Erica: Just in case.
Greenlee: You hate this, don't you?
Erica: I hope there's not too much ice.
Greenlee: Having to be nice to me, I mean.
Erica: Look, why don't I go down to the cafeteria, get you a nice bowl of tapioca.
Greenlee: Tapioca? That proves it. You want to kill me so you can get out of here.
Erica: I am trying to make you comfortable.
Greenlee: That's why you're hyperventilating?
Erica: Look, neither one of us is thrilled with this arrangement, so why don't we just try to make the best of it?
Greenlee: Ok. You still in love with my father?
Erica: That's between Jackson and me.
Greenlee: Must be. The only reason you're here is to score some brownie points. A few hundred more and, what, the wedding's back on?
Erica: Aren't you supposed to rest? Why don't I fluff up your pillows?
Greenlee: So you can smother me and claim it was an accident?
Erica: Ok, look, if you want anything, just ask me.
Derek: So, Reggie, you know a kid that goes by the name of Sergeant Slick?
Reggie: Sounds like a cop to me.
Derek: No, he's a gang member. You two boys?
Reggie: Can't really say that we were.
Justin: Well, Mr. Slick says he knows who you are.
Reggie: Mr. Slick's got it all wrong.
Derek: Are you sure? Because Sergeant Slick claims he sold you a .38 caliber revolver.
Jack: You got this Sergeant Slick in custody? So, what are the charges?
Derek: Selling a handgun without a license and possession of a handgun without a license.
Jack: Well, that carries a max of 10 years. What kind of deal did you give him for him to incriminate my son?
Justin: Well, he pleads guilty to possession, I recommend -- ahem -- one year probation.
Jack: Oh, brother, for that kind of deal, I'd give up John Ashcroft.
Derek: Jackson, can I speak to you privately?
Jack: No, you may not. Anything you want to say to me you can say in front of my son here.
Derek: All right. You cannot be in this interview. I mean, even you have to admit that you're way too close to this case.
Jack: Well, you have to look in your rules and regulations. I'm Reggie�s father. He's a minor child. I stay.
Justin: Jack, you're also the D.A. You can't be both. You got to make a choice here.
Jack: Just shut up. Who the -- this is not your call to make, Justin.
Derek: No, you're right. It's not his call. It's yours. So, which is it going to be? Are you going to be a dad or are you going to be a D.A.? Damn it, Jack. Now, I have gone the extra mile with you on this case. I have watched you skate the edge to protect your friends, and I've let it go. But not now. If you want to protect your son, recuse yourself from the Michael Cambias murder case.
Kendall: Oh, Bianca, Bianca, this is such great news. Do you know that Ryan has been bragging to everybody that he's the heir to the Cambias throne when really the only person who inherits everything is still in the oven. Do you know what this means?
Bianca: Kendall --
Kendall: I cannot wait to see Ryan�s face when he hears about this.
Bianca: Kendall, stop it. Ryan is not going to hear about this. Ryan is not going to find out. No one will.
Kendall: No, but this is our chance to really stick it to Ryan.
Bianca: No, Kendall this is -- this is -- this baby is not a lottery ticket, ok? She's a child, and she deserves the best life that I can give her, and that means never revealing who her father is.
Kendall: Yeah, but, you know, I mean, this isn't so bad. I mean, your little Binkette would be set for life.
Bianca: Kendall, I would rather survive on noodle soup and crackers for the rest of my life than to touch a cent of the Cambias bankroll.
Kendall: What, because of Michael? Listen, this amount of money can erase any stigma attached to this child.
Bianca: Kendall, my child is going to be accepted for who she is, and she is not going to be judged for what her father did. And no amount of money can ever make up for living with rape as a legacy. Kendall, look at yourself. You've got money and power, at least for now. Does it make you happy?
Kendall: No, I guess you're right. I'm sorry, Bianca. I don't want an innocent child to go through my hell. But it sure would be great to see the look on Ryan�s face. All right, sorry. I'm over it, done. You really want this baby?
Bianca: More than I've ever wanted anything my entire life.
Kendall: But why? Why are you fighting so hard to make a place for a child that would be a constant reminder of the worst thing that ever happened to you? You could have a dozen kids with perfect donor daddies. Why choose to have this baby at all?
Bianca: Because of you.
Adam: Best scotch I've had in a long time. 30-year-old?
Palmer: Oh, 35-year-old. Single-cask bottling.
Adam: Bottled at cask strength, I assume?
Palmer: Oh, it's liquid gold.
Tad: Yeah, yeah, it's been a long time since you fell asleep under the still. Mama, how about you? You got to know more than you're letting on.
Opal: I'm going to go see about some bubbly.
Tad: Perfect. Nobody wants to say a word. Ok, ok, look, how about this? How about I just lay something out there and you can just tell me whether I�m in the ballpark, ok? The way I see it, you both hated Michael Cambias. You lured him to the jet. You offed him, and then you both stuck him in the freezer. Am I remotely close?
Adam: I'll tell you this -- for the last time, neither of us had anything to do with murdering Cambias.
Tad: Ok. Fine. Here, huh?
Palmer: What do you think you're doing?
Tad: What's it look like? You tell me about the blood or the single malt eats it. Huh, huh? Look at that, look at that.
Palmer: For God�s sakes, not the scotch!
Tad: I'm waiting.
Adam: All right, all right, it's -- it's mine. The blood is mine.
Erica: Don't hurt yourself. What is it? What would you like? I will get it for you. That's what I'm here for.
Greenlee: Not this.
Erica: Oh, don't you dare do that to me, Greenlee.
Greenlee: Erica, all I want is --
Erica: To make me look bad, right? You refuse every little offer of kindness I give you, everything I want to do for you. Why, so you can tell Jack that I ignored you?
Greenlee: If you lift a pinkie, you're going to do the martyr bit about how exhausting I was to babysit. I'm not going to let that happen. Now -- great. I really needed that thingie.
Erica: Well, whatever thingie you need, I'll get it for you.
Greenlee: Ok. I have to go to the bathroom.
Erica: No problem. Nurse? Nurse? Where is everybody?
Greenlee: They're understaffed, budget cuts, and this really can't wait.
Erica: Code blue!
Greenlee: There's always the bedpan.
Erica: No way. Look, are you sure you can't hold it?
Greenlee: I'm sure. I guess the question is, how much do you love my father?
Derek: It's your choice, Jack.
Reggie: Look, Dad, I�m not, you know, butting into your business or anything, but I would rather have you as a D.A. than a dad. I mean, when you're the D.A., you can help all kinds of people who really need you.
Jack: And you don't need my help?
Reggie: I mean, I can manage -- better, say, than Erica or Greenlee or Kendall or even Bianca. You can't let them down because you feel you got to hold my hand.
Jack: You know what a good kid you are?
Reggie: Yeah, I know, I'm all that and more, ok? But I know. You do what you got to do, and I'll do the same. Trust me.
Jack: Done. Derek, I�m sorry, but I'm still on the case. Now I'm going to go get Reggie a lawyer, and that means nothing goes down in this room until he gets here. You understand me?
Reggie: You know, J worries too much. Where were we?
Derek: Your relationship with Sergeant Slick.
Reggie: Ah, yes, Mr. Slick. Ahem -- would you mind getting me some coffee or something? It might help bring back my memory.
Justin: All right, how do you take it?
Reggie: Black with sugar.
Justin: Ok. I'll be right back.
Reggie: Yeah, take your time, hippie boy.
Derek: Yeah. I get it, Reggie. I understand. You cool. You slick yourself. You all that. Just don't be too clever for your own good.
Reggie: Are you kidding me? I'm too hungry to even try. You think this place would give me a tuna melt or something like that? I'm really hungry.
Derek: Yeah, I'll see what we can do. Just remember, the faster you finish, the quicker you get out of here.
Reggie: Thank you so much.
Justin: You're welcome.
Reggie: Ew! What is this? You trying to kill me?
Justin: You said black with sugar.
Reggie: You know I really meant with the cream and the latte --
Justin: You know, why don't you show a little gratitude here --
Derek: Justin, Justin --
Justin: All right, all right.
Reggie: This the good cop/bad cop stuff? He's kicking it already? Look, you guys need to work on it just a little bit more, like, another 10, 15 minutes, because I'm really not buying it.
Derek: Reggie, what'd you do with the gun that you bought from Sergeant Slick?
Reggie: Oh, God. Can't we just skip all this and just go straight to the part where you leave me alone by myself and I'm supposed to get all scared, because I could really use the sleep.
Derek: You think this is a joke? That's what you think? Those claims are serious, and so are the potential charges, most def. So, now, can you account for your whereabouts on the night of August 28?
Reggie: Yeah. Next question, Officer.
Maria: Will you take this for me? Thanks.
Aidan: How's Ryan?
Maria: Oh, my God, he just gave us a pretty good scare. But he seems to be responding well now, so we'll just keep monitoring him, make sure his system's clean.
Aidan: Is he conscious?
Maria: Oh, yeah, he's dying to get out of here.
Aidan: Can I see him?
Maria: Yeah. Will you keep it short, though, please?
Ryan: You look like hell.
Aidan: Well, you don't look too good yourself.
Ryan: I heard you found me.
Aidan: The door was unlocked.
Ryan: And you -- you couldn't resist taking a look around, huh?
Aidan: Something like that.
Ryan: Thanks for bringing me in. Remind me to do you a favor sometime.
Aidan: Actually, you could do me that favor right now by answering a question.
Aidan: Who gave you the pills, Ryan?
Kendall: You're keeping this baby because of me? Ok, you know what? You're not making any sense because, Bianca, I wasn't exactly cheerleading for you to have your rapist's baby.
Bianca: I know you weren't, but you could've. Instead, you showed me so much love and so much strength. And you made me see what I would be losing if I went through with the termination.
Kendall: Yeah, but -- but, Bianca, having this child will only remind you of Michael and what he did to you.
Bianca: No, no. This child will be proof that something good can come of something evil. Just like you are.
Kendall: You're giving up a lot.
Bianca: I'm not, really. And think of everything that I can give to this girl, to this little girl. She's going to have everything that you never did. She's going to be completely surrounded by love her entire life, from the first moment. She's never going to be afraid to love. She's never going to be afraid to be loved. She's never going to doubt who she is.
Kendall: Well, it sounds like you've got it all figured out.
Bianca: Kendall, I know that I can do this because of you. You know, before I talked to you, I was so afraid. I couldn't even think past the pain. You gave me the strength to go through with this. And I love you and I love this baby, and I am ready to take on whatever is ahead.
Kendall: I don't know what to say.
Bianca: How are you at changing diapers?
Kendall: Oh, my God. I'm going to be an aunt.
Tad: I'm still waiting. What was your blood doing on that sofa?
Palmer: Oh, who cares where it came from? It's his blood. Isn't that enough?
Tad: No! And the digits are getting a little wobbly, there, P.C. Look at that -- ooh --
Palmer: Don't! Please, for God�s sakes. You want the truth? I shot the son of a bitch.
Greenlee: Oh. I guess that answers my question. You do love Jack -- ugh -- a lot.
Erica: Just get back into bed.
Greenlee: What's the matter, Erica? You look kind of flushed.
Erica: If you dare tell anybody about this -- including Jack -- I'm going to have to kill you.
Greenlee: Tell anyone? I'd rather die than remember it even happened.
Erica: I would love to oblige you.
Jack: Felix? What do you got there?
Felix: The results Lieutenant Frye wanted.
Jack: For the Cambias case?
Felix: Yeah. I lifted some prints off a bottle of pills.
Jack: Off a bottle of pills?
Derek: Yeah, Jack -- seems like Ryan took a dose of poisoned antihistamines in Cambias' condo.
Jack: He's ok?
Derek: Well, he ain't going anywhere. Felix, tell me about these prints.
Felix: One set belongs to Lavery.
Jack: What about the other set? Whose prints are on that bottle?
Aidan: Who is it? Who is it, Ryan? Who gave you the pills?
Ryan: Kendall gave them to me.
>> On the next "All My Children" --
Babe: You married me so you could stick it to your daddy.
Opal: Why don't you two just come clean.
Erica: What is it you don't want me to know?
Kendall: Just tell her, Bianca.
Ryan: I can't breathe. Can't breathe.
Maria: Going to be fine. It's going to be fine. Calm down. Ooh!
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