AMC Transcript Wednesday 11/19/03

All My Children Transcript Wednesday 11/19/03

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Ryan: Damn it, Kendall, just forget everything else.

Kendall: It's not that easy.

Ryan: Well, then make it easier. Make it easier and tell me what's going on. Just -- just for one second, pretend that there's no Alexander Cambias, no Erica, no police, no murder investigation. Nothing else exists except for you and me.

Kendall: I can�t. Too much has happened.

Ryan: What? No, no. All that's happened is that we have found each other again -- two people that used to love each other and could love each other again. But you have to tell me the truth, Kendall. Are you pregnant by Michael Cambias, or is it Bianca?

Bianca: Ooh! Aidan, what is wrong with you? You're lucky that I didn't hit you.

Aidan: Sorry. I should've said something.

Bianca: Yeah, you should've said something.

Aidan: It's just at first I didn't think it was you. You're the last person I expected to find down here.

Bianca: Oh, my God. It's not like I'm trawling the waterfront at 3:00 a.m. or something.

Aidan: Bianca, aren't you cold?

Bianca: It feels good. I needed some air. You know what? Aidan, not to be rude, but when did you become the mayor of the docks?

Aidan: I'm just keeping my eye on the action out here.

Bianca: What is that, divers? What are they looking for?

Aidan: They're police divers, Bianca.

Bianca: Lena dumped her gun from this pier, didn't she? And they're out looking for it. Aidan, are the police after Lena as Michael�s murderer?

Aidan: Lena's isn't the only gun that they're looking to find.

Reggie: Hey, what's up? Can I get one nacho mountain and a high-octane soda over here, ok?

Waiter: You got it.

Jamie: Reggie, hey.

Reggie: What's up, James?

Jamie: Nothing good.

Reggie: Yeah, you sounded pretty bad on the phone, but now, looking at you, you look bad.

Jamie: This is -- this is pretty big.

Reggie: Yeah, that much I know. What's up?

Jamie: You have to swear you're going to keep this quiet, though.

Reggie: Like you even have to ask. You'd be surprised what things I have in my confidential file these days.

Jamie: Seriously, there's way too much riding on this.

Reggie: You got it, to the grave.

Jamie: If this ever got back to -- if anyone ever heard about this --

Reggie: Nobody's ever going to hear about it, so just tell me.

Jamie: Ok. There's this girl --

Reggie: Oh, damn, James, a girl? Unless -- what kind of trouble are you in with this girl?

Jamie: I can't stop thinking about her.

Reggie: And that's a bad thing? Well, unless it's my mean-spirited sort-of-a-sister Greenlee. Oh, check, please don't tell me you're in love with Greenlee.

Jamie: I wish.

Reggie: No, you don't.

Jamie: Reggie, the girl that I�m -- she's married to my brother.

J.R.: Uncle Palmer.

Palmer: Hmm. My boy, sit down, sit down.

J.R.: Thank you for meeting me.

Palmer: Of course, of course. Now, what's got you so all fired up, as if I couldn't guess?

J.R.: My father.

Palmer: Now and always.

J.R.: No, not always. Help me nail him, and I guarantee he'll step out of my life and yours.

Babe: J.R., are you home yet? J.R., wait until you see what I got you.

Adam: This is all for J.R.?

Babe: One's for Winifred, too.

Adam: And the rest?

Babe: For me. I was going to get you something all high-techy and James Bond-y, but the spy store was closed. J.R.?

Adam: Get back down here.

Babe: Excuse me?

Adam: J.R. isn�t home, and we have business to discuss.

Babe: Not again.

Adam: The best part is that this will be the last time. Tomorrow, it's adios Pine Valley.

Babe: Great. You leaving town?

Adam: Not even to see you off at the bus station.

Babe: The bus? Oh, yikes. My stocks must have taken another plummet.

Adam: Yes, you're completely worthless.

Babe: Get it over with. What's your offer?

Adam: To let you leave here with your pride intact.

Babe: Not much of an offer. The others were so generous.

Adam: Yes, well, that was then. Now you'll take what I toss your way and be glad to get it and get out. You can take everything you can carry. How's that?

Babe: You're a prince.

Adam: A feudal lord is more like it.

Babe: Having a memory lapse, my almighty? Your castle has secret passageways, and while I was exploring --

Adam: Don't you mean spying?

Babe: Whatever. I heard a conversation between you and Erica Kane that could land you behind bars.

Adam: You can't touch me, Babe.

Babe: I wouldn't want to. That is, I�d hate to throw J.R.�s daddy into the slammer.

Adam: Ah, you're all heart.

Babe: I've been known to have a soft touch.

Adam: As entire battalions can attest, I'm sure.

Babe: Listen here -- I don't want to hurt my husband, so let's drop this "High Noon" act, ok?

Adam: A classic film reference, and I thought you were exclusive to trash on TV.

Babe: I've seen a lot more trash since I've come here.

[Adam laughs]

Adam: Babe, you can't intimidate me or sway me in any way. You don't have the talent or the intelligence. Here's the deal -- either you vacate the premises by tonight so that J.R. never need know about your stint as the sailors' delight in San Diego --

Babe: Or what's behind door number two?

Adam: Or you will be the guest of dishonor at a dinner party I'm giving next week.

Babe: Oh, goody, goody! A fancy, schmancy dinner party, all for little old moi?

Adam: Oh, yes, indeed. Yeah.

Babe: I think I bought something that can just be right for the occasion.

Adam: For an execution?

Babe: For whatever you can dish out, Popsy. I'll model a few, and then you can help me decide what to wear.

Adam: Laugh now.

Babe: Oh, there'll be a big laugh -- on you. Come on. I either waltz out on the husband that I love or I attend some fancy, schmancy dinner party at the family mansion. Where's the threat? What, I'm going to fold under the social pressure? I don't think so. I get along great with all kinds of people.

Adam: As you've proven many times in the past.

Babe: Bring on all those snooty, clubby types. I'll win them over.

Adam: Well, there's one I forgot to mention you've already conquered -- one of your little pals from back at the San Diego Naval Base.

Babe: Really?

Adam: Yeah.

Babe: Who?

Adam: Paul Cramer. We talked about him the other day.

Babe: Wow, you never give up.

Adam: Which is one of the reasons I always win, Babe.

J.R.: With you on board, I can bring my father to his knees.

Palmer: Well, I thought that you and Ryan Lavery had already accomplished that.

J.R.: I thought so, too. Turns out my dad's a slow learner.

Palmer: Uh-huh. You want to teach him something, or you want to ruin him?

J.R.: I didn't realize I had to explain my motives to you.

Palmer: Just surprised, that's all. You've dethroned poor, old Adam.

J.R.: Yeah, he lost Chandler Enterprises, but he's still the same arrogant, interfering --

Palmer: So this is a personal thing that you want to settle between you and your father?

J.R.: You can still sign on, Uncle Palmer. In fact, this is your chance to wipe him off the map for good.

Opal: Have you lost whatever little sense you had left? You can't go after Adam. If you do, he could come back after you and have you put away for attempted murder.

Adam: I don't lose, Babe. If you don't believe me, ask my enemies -- if you can find any still standing.

Babe: Paul Cramer can't help you.

Adam: Well, my good friend Dorian Lord, Paul�s aunt, would disagree with that.

Babe: Hmm, we've got to play poker sometime. You're good.

Adam: Hmm. This is no bluff, my dear.

Babe: Don't call me that. I am not not your dear. You don't like me, so don't call me nice things with that mean edge in your voice.

Adam: All right, Dorian Lord lives in Llanview. It's not far from Pine Valley. She's accepted my invitation to dinner, and she will be accompanied by her escort, her nephew, Paul Cramer. Now, won't that be cozy?

Babe: I guess. But I hate to disappoint you, but I won't be your predinner entertainment.

Adam: What? Sanity has struck? You're going to leave tonight?

Babe: Hmm. Me miss dressing up, gourmet chow, and watching you steam? Guess again.

Adam: You're either incredibly brave or cataclysmically dim.

Babe: Or I know what you don't -- the truth, and Paul Cramer is going to help to prove that to you. He's going to let you know that nothing ever went on between us and I don't even know who he is.

Adam: My information says otherwise.

Babe: Well, maybe you should pay your private eyes a little bit more so he can get more reliable information.

Adam: All right, you and Paul and J.R. can have a good laugh over my stupidity. But if you'll excuse me, I'm going to have Winifred finalize the seating plan. We'll have J.R. right across from Paul Cramer so he can hear all about Paul�s naval exploits.

Babe: Wait.

Adam: Oh, and maybe you'd like to sit to my left, or maybe next to J.R. You should sit right across from Dorian.

Babe: Call it off.

Adam: Why should I do that?

Babe: Because if you don't, you'll be missing your own party because you'll be in jail. I'm calling the cops right now.

Kendall: Oh, God, if only we were alone.

Ryan: We are alone. Stay with that. Tell me what's going on, really.

Kendall: Really?

Ryan: Yeah.

Kendall: I'm disappointed.

Ryan: You don't think I deserve to know?

Kendall: Wait -- what? You deserve? You're kidding me, right? Ryan, I haven't seen you in ages.

Ryan: Yeah, we've been through that.

Kendall: And you waltz back into town as the star of your own little power play drama here, except you recast yourself from black knight to white knight.

Ryan: Why don't you just tell me the truth.

Kendall: Gee, Ryan, buy a clue. Oh, wait a minute. If I�m pregnant, you can't because you don't have any money. My baby gets all the money.

Ryan: That's not why I�m asking.

Kendall: Bull! The only thing you do care about is the inheritance. That's the reason why you care about what is or isn't in here.

Ryan: No, you don't think that. I know you don't.

Kendall: You know what, Ryan? One year ago, I screamed my throat raw. I cried until there were no more tears. I ran after your stupid motorcycle, begging for you to listen to the truth.

Ryan: Can't we just get past that?

Kendall: What, for your convenience? Because it's convenient to you? No! Hell, no. Where the hell were you when I couldn't sleep at night, when I was too busy wondering how you were, when I was too busy worrying about how I hurt you, how I ruined your life, how I disappointed you --

Ryan: Kendall --

Kendall: How I was less than you deserved?

Ryan: I told you --

Kendall: Yeah, you told me -- you told me that it wasn't my fault. Yes, I know that. But you ran away and you stayed away because poor Ryan was so sad and confused he couldn't cope.

[Kendall laughs]

Kendall: It's actually pretty funny, if you think about it. I mean, it is pretty funny. I don't -- I mean, you could've sent me a card. You could've given me a hint to tell me to stop beating myself up.

Ryan: I'm sorry about that. I am. I am so sorry, but this -- this is about our future.

Kendall: Wait a minute. Whose future? Our future? This is a ploy. This is a ploy. You're so afraid that Michael�s little gift to me is going to leave you penniless.

Ryan: This is not about the money.

Kendall: Ryan, did you think you were so great on that rooftop that I would lose my memory? You think that a little sex would give you power over me?

Ryan: This is not about the money! This is not about power! This is about honesty!

Kendall: Yeah, well, too little too late.

Ryan: I can help Bianca, and I can help you.

Kendall: Sorry, sorry, six-pack. You know what? The price tag is way too high.

Ryan: There is no price!

Kendall: Only $20 million. Ryan, I am pregnant with child by Michael Cambias; and, Ryan, we both know what that means. That means I am the woman giving birth to the golden child. I get all the marbles, and I�m not sharing any of them with anybody. So you can just go ahead and go down to the local bar and drink your sorrows away.

Ryan: I just have one more question.

Kendall: No, no, I am not cutting any part of it to you. You get zip, you get nothing, ok? But don't worry, white knight. I'm sure you could hock your armor.

Ryan: Three months from now when you still have a supermodel's figure and Bianca looks like she swallowed a grapefruit, how are you going to help her then? Or haven't you thought that far ahead?

Bianca: Aidan, there's no pay phone. Can I -- can I borrow your cell phone, please?

Aidan: Bianca, calm down.

Bianca: No, I need to call Lena. If the police found her gun, then she needs to know about it as soon as possible.

Aidan: It doesn't matter. The slug that Michael took was too damaged for a ballistics match.

Bianca: Or maybe the police are just saying that to throw everyone off.

Aidan: I've got this through unofficial channels, too. Bianca, you look -- you're freezing cold. Why don't you go home.

Bianca: Aidan, what is that? They -- they got something. It looks big. What is it?

Aidan: Looks like a duffle bag.

Bianca: Kendall. Kendall said at the police station that Maggie saw them.

Aidan: "Them"? Meaning?

Bianca: Uh -- Kendall said that she and Michael carried a duffle bag out of Michael�s condo the night of the hearing, and Maggie said that she recognized Kendall�s voice, but the man's --

Aidan: But Maggie thought it was Michael.

Bianca: I know, but whatever's in that duffle bag could be bad for Kendall.

Aidan: Don't worry about Kendall. I will take care of her.

Bianca: David said that Kendall should just stick to her story.

Aidan: Sorry, what was that?

Bianca: Well, I just -- I said --

Aidan: No, no, no, what story was that?

Bianca: I -- I have to go. Please, Aidan, find Kendall and tell her to just do what David said, ok? Tell her to just stick to her story.

Aidan: Ok, ok, all right.

Bianca: All right.

Aidan: I'll pass it along.

[Kendall laughs]

Kendall: I don't know whether to be impressed or appalled.

Ryan: You can't distract me, Kendall, so you might as well stop trying.

Kendall: Wait, Ryan, have you been gone so long you've forgotten who I am? Protect my sister? Hello, Ryan, I don't do noble.

Ryan: No, no, Kendall, you see, I know exactly who you are.

Kendall: No, you know who you want me to be.

Ryan: Huh.

Kendall: You and Erica. Except she wants me to sacrifice everything I�ve ever wanted for Bianca.

Ryan: Which is exactly what you're doing.

Kendall: Are you going through a second childhood? Do you still believe in Santa Claus, too?

Ryan: This is real, Kendall. You know it, and I know it.

Kendall: Ryan, I am still the same self-centered bitch I�ve always been.

Ryan: Huh. You see, you were never just that, Kendall, but, yeah, you've changed.

Kendall: Yeah, that's true. Now I'm more determined to get what's coming to me because I've been walked over too many times by people like you. You don't have to look so serious. You actually did me a favor. Finally, once and for all, I've learned that the only person I can depend on is me.

Ryan: Yeah, don't blame me for that.

Kendall: True, you didn't accomplish that solo. You had a little help from Erica and maybe half a dozen others, but you sure were a big help. So here's the deal -- the only people I�m protecting are myself and this baby.

Ryan: Just you two against the world, huh?

Kendall: That's right, the two of us and as many suck-ups the good, old Cambias fortune can buy; and Michael -- he was just another man I couldn't trust, so I got pregnant -- the ultimate insurance -- and it's paying off big, it is -- Fusion, Enchantment, Chandler Enterprises, and now every single cent you thought you were getting from good, old Alexander.

[Kendall laughs]

Kendall: Man, I just might do the happy dance all the way to the bank.

Ryan: The hell you will. You are not going to get one bloody dime.

Palmer: I warned you about liquid lunches, you know.

Opal: I'm sorry, Palmer. I'm not going to let you do this.

Palmer: Three drinks -- three drinks, you don't know -- you haven't any idea what's going on. Another one, she'd be on this table screeching out her Tammy Wynette tribute.

Opal: Sticks and stones are not going to keep me from --

Palmer: They will not keep you from flapping your lips and creating a stir, a cyclone, about nothing!

Opal: This is serious business, Palmer.

Palmer: Zip it, Opal --

Opal: I am not going to let you leave Petey fatherless while you get cozy with some cellmate named Big Mad Dog!

Palmer: Please, please, don't make me call security.

Opal: If you cross Adam, it's going to be hello, hard times. You're just lucky he hasn't had you locked up already for shooting him over a bad dye job.

Palmer: You're lucky I�m not armed right now. Adam deserved that bullet.

Opal: Because you are overly sensitive about your eyebrows?

Palmer: They are not dyed! You don't know when to shut up, do you?

Opal: Well, as a glamour professional, I know thereof I speak. I've been trying to do something with your hair for years.

J.R.: So you actually got a shot off on my old man?

Palmer: Oh, Opal -- she -- she's exaggerating, overdramatizing.

J.R.: No, it's all right, because I've actually wanted to blast him a few times myself. It's a good thing your aim was off, though, huh?

Opal: Well, he only winged your daddy --

Palmer: Opal.

J.R.: No, it's cool, Uncle Palmer. I'll take care of this myself. I don't want any bloodshed.

Adam: You want to call the police? Go right ahead.

Babe: What, I reach for the phone and you wrestle me to the ground?

Adam: And tie you up with sailor's knots? No, you're in a different league now, Babe. Correction -- you're out of your league now, Babe.

Babe: You're still bluffing.

Adam: Hmm. You don't even have to look up the number. It's number -- police are number 9 on the speed dial. Go ahead. I want you to see what will happen.

Babe: You want Erica Kane arrested?

Adam: It won't be the first time -- for either one of us. No, I -- make the call. I want you to see -- I want this to be educational for you, Babe.

Babe: Ok. I call -- your bluff. Educate me about the police.

Adam: All right, with power and position comes privilege. Privilege. Your call wouldn't accomplish anything.

Babe: Oh, dang.

Adam: No one is going to break down my door and drag me out screaming obscenities. A very polite officer will come, he'll ask a few questions, and then he'll leave quietly.

Babe: Being rich won't get you off the hook for murder.

Adam: What hook? Your word against mine? Your word against Erica Kane�s?

Babe: I heard what I heard.

Adam: Yes, an outrageous claim. "Lieutenant Frye, for some reason -- I don't know why -- my son's irrational wife seems to want to get rid of me for some reason."

Babe: That's part true.

Adam: Yes. "Why, Lieutenant Frye? Why, oh, Frye, why?"

[Adam laughs]

Adam: Yeah, well, I'll tell you -- "Oh, I understand. She wants to get her hands on some more of my money."

Babe: But at least the police will listen. They'll be suspicious.

Adam: Give it up, Babe. You're no match for me or Erica. Erica will dispatch you with a single flutter of her perfect eyelashes.

Babe: So people that don't have connections and big bank accounts -- they might as well disappear off the face of the planet?

Adam: No. Only one of them. I know you're a bright girl. I'll give you that, and you will learn. I know that, but do it elsewhere.

Babe: You can't get rid of me.

Adam: Alone? No. With Paul Cramer�s assistance, we'll see. Oh, did I mention that Paul Cramer�s brother-in-law is the lieutenant governor of this fair state? I've invited him to our dinner party. Perhaps he could sit next to you, and you can entertain him with some of that sparkling dinner conversation you picked up from your friends on "Dynasty."

Babe: You think you're scaring me?

Adam: No. Heavens no. I'm sure the lieutenant governor will be charmed hearing about -- about your cow collection.

[Adam snickers]

Babe: And what do you think J.R. is going to have to say about all this?

Adam: When he learns the truth about you? "Thanks for getting rid of her, Dad." Now's your chance to slip out without a scene.

Jamie: Man, she's incredible.

Reggie: Hot, right?

Jamie: Babe?

Reggie: No, the nachos. Of course Babe, man. Her name speaks for itself.

Jamie: Yeah, she's totally hot. But every time I�m around her, so is J.R., so -- and, I mean, I'm afraid I�m going to lose it.

Reggie: Look, man, it's no big deal -- except for the Cain and Abel potential.

Jamie: No way. No way. It will never get to that. It can't.

Reggie: And it won't as long as, you know, keep your hands to yourself, and everybody can live and let live. Unless you already been there, you know, done that. Why did you leave that part out?

Jamie: Because it's something I�d like to forget.

Reggie: What, by lusting over the merchandise?

Jamie: Babe is not merchandise.

Reggie: James, James -- Pine Valley has been so caught up in "thou shalt not kill," and now I find out you've been messing around with your brother's wife. For shame, James, for shame.

Jamie: This is not funny.

Reggie: Yeah, I know, I know.

Jamie: When we hooked up, I didn't know she was married to my brother.

Reggie: Well, now we know that Miss Babe's a bigger commandment breaker than we thought. Still, you're in way too deep.

Jamie: That's what I've been telling you, but she didn't know who I was, either.

Reggie: Wow, so she's sleeping around with random guys. No extra points for her.

Jamie: We met, like, five weeks ago at this party, and we ended up in a motel --

Reggie: Ok, all right. I can understand. I can fill in the blanks.

Jamie: It's killing me, though. I mean, sooner or later, someone's going to find out about it, and Mary Smythe almost screwed it up by finding that stupid cow bracelet.

Reggie: Cow bracelet? Mary Smythe -- what is she doing in your business, anyway?

Jamie: She and Adam are working overtime to bust up J.R. and Babe, and they're not going to quit until they do.

Babe: You're the cruelest person I�ve ever known.

Adam: Oh. Real life is not as simple as it seems on TV, is it?

Babe: I never thought it was.

Adam: Just to prove I'm not all bad --

Babe: How many times are you going to try to buy me off?

Adam: Till it works.

Babe: You're the nastiest piece of work I've ever come across.

Adam: Oh, come on, don't be a sore loser. Take the check, say thank you, and go pack.

Babe: What, are you going to cancel payment once I hit the street?

Adam: No. I did say I would never pay you to leave again, but, well, I�m feeling generous. Babe, I don't want to break you. I just want you gone.

Babe: How far will it get me?

Adam: As far as you want to go. You can always take up your patriotic work again, entertaining our troops in and out of uniform.

Babe: J.R. gave me this ring, and it's not leaving my finger unless --

Adam: Unless something with diamonds comes along?

Babe: Unless J.R. tells me to take it off.

Adam: Well, that's easy to say since you're never going to see him again. Listen, to save you time and temptation, I'll have Winifred pack your bags.

Babe: What, you think I�m going to rob you?

Adam: Frankly, yes. You can use these few minutes to write that farewell note that J.R. deserves.

Babe: I got to tell him face to face.

Adam: No, no, don't even think about it. You're not going to try to turn this around at the 11th hour. Unless you want me to spill the beans on the R&R you've been giving our military.

Babe: J.R. loves me! He's my husband, and he deserves more than some stupid letter! I need to explain. I need to look him in the eyes and -- and tell him.

J.R.: Well, it's a good thing I�m here, then. What is it you need to tell me?

Ryan: You can't think that I�m actually going to let you get away with this.

Kendall: Excuse me, but the will that you vowed to uphold, along with this nice, little bun in the oven -- that equals easy street, and you can't stop me or the Cambias heir.

Ryan: Well, I'm just going to prove that the pregnancy is a fake.

Kendall: Well, then I�m definitely scratching "Ryan" from my baby's names list.

Ryan: You realize that, sooner or later, everyone is going to know that this is just a big lie.

Kendall: Fine, fine. Scream it out at the christening. Until then, get out.

Ryan: So you're going to stand by this? You actually think that you can win?

Kendall: Yes, I do. You got a problem with that, if that burns you, too damn bad.

Aidan: Three's a crowd.

Ryan: And four's a fiasco. This is deja vu all over again. Hey, unlike you, I learn from my mistakes.

Aidan: Huh. I take it that he was just leaving, anyway.

Kendall: Yeah. What are you doing here?

Aidan: I've just come across something you should know.

Kendall: Aidan, look, listen -- before you try to help me out anymore, there's something you should know.

Aidan: Yeah, if it's about the sleeping with Ryan thing, I'm already in the loop.

Opal: You know, this whole story about how you plugged Adam has really raised Tad�s eyebrows and his suspicions.

Palmer: Go torture the patients at the hospital with your homespun homilies.

Opal: And I'm starting to think that he might be on to something.

Palmer: You're thinking? That's a classic oxymoron.

Opal: Don't you try to sweet-talk me out of this.

Palmer: Oh, don't worry. I wouldn't even try. I --

Bianca: Palmer --

Palmer: Just forget --

Bianca: I am so glad you're here.

Palmer: Are you all right?

Bianca: Oh, it's -- it's not me. It's --

Opal: Is it Erica or Jack? What is it?

Bianca: No, it's -- it's Kendall. She's in a really tough spot right now, and I don't think it's one that she's going to be able to get out of.

Reggie: Aha, that's what I�m talking about -- hot sauce. Like I said, I learned a lot from this murder investigation.

Jamie: That's great, but could you get back to me --

Reggie: I'm getting there, I'm getting there. Look, there was this one time when Lady Kane was all over this David Haywire character. I nearly lost my lunch.

Jamie: Reggie --

Reggie: Look, look, my point is I dropped little hints here and there. I never really went in there and bust up the whole entire situation, because I know Jack would go off and want to bash his head in like I did. Man, there'd be no great loss there, except Erica would get all, you know, freak out. And then Jack will probably lose his chances of ever getting back with her.

Jamie: So what you're telling me is to keep quiet?

Reggie: Yeah, because it sounds like this thing with you and Babe, it might've been just a one-timer, so why stir everything up?

J.R.: Well, don't keep me in suspense. Babe? What's wrong? What did you do to her?

Adam: I assure you, this is not about what I did.

Babe: Your father didn't do anything. Honest. He's been just wonderful.

J.R.: Well, there's got to be some sort of trick. No wonder you're worried. Don't tell me -- you spent us into the poorhouse.

Babe: It's not that, either.

J.R.: Well, then lay it on me. I can take it.

Babe: This is so hard. I never had to say anything like this before.

J.R.: Do you want Dad to leave?

Babe: Won't make it any easier. I'm sorry, it's just -- I don't think you're going to like what I have to tell you.

J.R.: Should I be nervous?

Adam: I think you two should have some privacy.

Babe: Please don't go. I need all the support I can get right now.

Adam: What type of support could I possibly give you?

J.R.: Good question.

Babe: It doesn't matter, ok? You're J.R.�s father. You have a right to hear what I have to say, and I might need you to hold him up.

Kendall: You know that Ryan and I -- how -- how do you know? Who told you?

Aidan: It doesn't matter.

Kendall: It does to me.

Aidan: Look, Kendall, I told you to come to terms with whatever you still felt for the guy.

Kendall: Who was it, somebody at Fusion? Was it Greenlee?

Aidan: Why is the source such a big deal? It's true, isn't it?

Kendall: Yes, it is. Aidan, I didn't mean to hurt you. I'm so sorry --

Aidan: It wasn't about me. I get it.

Kendall: How? I don't even get it. Why -- why would I even do that to you? I don't understand --

Aidan: I didn't come here to hear a postmortem. I came here to give you an update on the investigation.

Kendall: What, did -- is there news from the medical examiner's office?

Aidan: I was just down by the river, and the cops brought up a duffle bag.

Opal: Oh, Kendall. Is that all? You had me scared.

Bianca: She might need you.

Palmer: Hmm.

Bianca: She needs someone to stand by her now.

Opal: Well, count me out. That fork-tongued viper doesn't --

Palmer: Ignore Opal. I take it this is about Cambias?

Bianca: Just promise me that you'll be there for Kendall if she needs you.

Opal: Bianca, honey, are you, like, bucking for sainthood? I mean, looking after that she-devil despite all the agony she has put you through?

Palmer: She will have everything she needs.

Bianca: Thank you. Thank you so much, Palmer. I will be in touch.

Palmer: And I'll be ready.

Bianca: Ok. Bye-bye.

Opal: Well, if that wasn't some wild, drive-by howdy.

Palmer: Opal, please, don't tell the world.

Opal: Bianca wants you to play guardian angel for Kendall. Now, that is very interesting.

Palmer: Opal, Opal, please, just stay out of it.

Opal: All right, I will, if you go through with your promise. I mean, Bianca must have some darn good reason for this. And Miss Kendall, bad seed though she is, doesn't deserve to take the fall for whatever evil sins you and Chandler have committed.

J.R.: Babe -- Babe, no matter what it is, you don't need to be this upset.

Babe: You don't know. You just don't know.

J.R.: I love you.

Babe: I love you, J.R. I love you so much. It's just that things, they happened so fast, and I just thought it'd be all right.

J.R.: Us? We are. We're fine.

Babe: I just -- I just thought everything would work out perfectly like in the movies, you know?

J.R.: And it will. We're staying together. Nobody's going to mess that up.

Babe: It's just things got so complicated.

J.R.: Babe, you don't have to -- you don't have to hide about -- what did my father do?

Babe: It's not him. It's what I did. I did something so, so stupid.

J.R.: Well, hey. It's not like I'm going to hold one little mistake against you.

Adam: If you confess more quickly, it might be less upsetting. Just trying to help.

J.R.: Babe doesn't have anything to confess. She made a mistake.

Babe: Yes, I do. I do, and you're going to hate me for it.

J.R.: That's crazy. Don't say that.

Babe: Well, it's true. It changes everything, everything between us ever. All of our plans -- everything.

J.R.: Hey, honey, honey, you need to relax, ok? Maybe we should go upstairs.

Babe: No. I need to stay down here.

J.R.: Well, do you want a glass of water?

Babe: No, don't leave me. I can do this. I need to. I don't have any choice.

Adam: For God�s sakes, just spit it out!

J.R.: Will you just give her some consideration? Ok. Listen, just relax, ok? Nothing could be this bad. Nothing is that terrible that you can't tell me.

Babe: Yes, it could be, and it is.

J.R.: Not with the way that I love you. Don't you know that there is nothing that would ever, ever make me love you less? You're my life, Babe.

Babe: Well, I'm going to test that, and I hope that you can stand by those words after you hear what I have to tell you.

Kendall: Oh, my God. I was so sure I got away with it. What am I going to do?

Aidan: I also got a message from Bianca.

Kendall: Bianca? When did you see Bianca?

Aidan: She was down on the docks with me.

Kendall: What, when they had the duffle bag? Did they -- did they open it? Did she see what was in it?

Aidan: No, no, no. All she knows is that they retrieved it, but she said that you should follow David�s advice and stick to your story.

Kendall: Did she -- she say anything else? Was she more specific?

Aidan: No. I was hoping that you would be. What story is she talking about? If it could help your case, you should really let me in on it.

Kendall: That still matters to you?

Aidan: What story was Bianca talking about?

Kendall: Aidan, would being pregnant with Michael�s baby -- would that help me with a judge and a jury?

Ryan: Edmund, you around?

Maria: Hey.

Ryan: Hey.

Maria: You just missed him.

Ryan: Oh, he went --

Maria: Sorry.

Ryan: Thataway, huh?

Maria: Yeah, yeah, something like that.

Ryan: Great. That's just great. Now what am I going to do?

Maria: Well, if you give me a little more to go on, I might be able to help you out.

Ryan: I can't really get into it with you. I mean, hell, I hardly even know you.

Maria: Well, that's funny. I feel like we're rather intimate after I pumped your stomach.

Ryan: I suppose that's true. Well, I need help with something major.

Maria: That's perfect. Doctors are help professionals. What's going on?

Ryan: Nothing good, that's for sure.

Maria: Ok, does this have to do with the Cambias murder?

Ryan: In some convoluted way or another, doesn't everything come back to that bastard?

Maria: God, isn't that true. What's your trouble?

Ryan: Well, it's entirely possible that I'm about to make the most catastrophic mistake of my entire life.

Kendall: I need your advice. If I get arrested --

Aidan: No, Bianca�s right. You should stick to your story, Kendall.

Kendall: Hey. Listen, I need to see you right now. Yeah, you know where. Ok.

Babe: J.R. --

Adam: You're off to a fine start.

J.R.: Will you leave her alone? I mean, God, this is obviously very difficult for her.

Adam: What was your first clue? Forgive me.

Babe: That's ok, honey. I'm sorry to be wasting so much of your valuable time. What I wanted to tell you is -- is that you're going to be a daddy.

Adam: He's going to be a what?

J.R.: I'm going to what?

Babe: I'm pregnant.

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

Adam: You're a conniving little tramp, and I'm going to prove it.

Brooke: I think that Babe is hiding something.

Bianca: What's in the bag? Kendall, what are the cops going to find in there? Are they going to arrest you?

Maria: Commit to Kendall.

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