All My Children Transcript Friday 12/17/04
Proofread by Gisele
Ryan: Kendall, we need to talk.
Ethan: Not now, Ryan.
Kendall: No, it's ok, Ethan. I know what this heart-to-heart is about. You think I drugged Greenlee.
Ryan: Did you?
Kendall: If I said no, would you believe me?
Jack: Now, you listen to me, sweetheart. You have to come back to us. I need your help. You're the only one who can help me. I mean, you're the only one who knows how to deal with Erica when she starts with this designer Christmas tree thing, you know? Silver trim, gold trim, to flock or not to flock? These mysteries elude me. And I so want everything to be right, because we have so much to celebrate this holiday. You're going to be celebrating with your baby, with your precious Miranda. Besides, which I -- I need you to tell me what my niece wants for Christmas.
Maria: Hi, Jack. Hi, sweetie.
Jack: Any -- any change at all?
Maria: Well, it looks like her vitals are holding. Her condition is stabilizing. And the good news, actually, is that Greenlee was just discharged.
Jack: Well, that's great news.
Maria: Yeah, and I think she's still around, if you want to try to catch her, and I'll play catch-up here with Ms. Bianca.
Jack: Yeah, sure, that's a great idea. Sweetie, see you in a little bit, ok? Thank you.
Maria: You're welcome. Ok. A bit of a day spa planned for you. How about deep-tissue massage and a sponge bath? We're all pulling for you, sweetie.
Zach: What can I do for her? Name it. I'll do anything for Bianca.
Adam: Erica, these past few days -- Bianca's fall, the trauma to her, the shock to you --
Erica: Don't tell me that I'm too upset to know what's true. The baby upstairs in the nursery is Bianca's baby.
Adam: That's absurd.
Erica: Miranda was stolen from Bianca the night the helicopter crashed. Paul Cramer -- may he rot in hell -- gave Miranda to J.R. and Babe.
Adam: You're accusing J.R.?
Erica: No, J.R. knew nothing. But Babe knew. Babe found out that that baby really was Bianca's, but Babe kept that baby anyway.
Adam: And this all came to you in a dream, a vision?
Erica: Babe finally grew a conscience. Babe confessed that lie in letters to both Bianca and to J.R. and to Bianca's face in Florida. J.R. is in complete denial. J.R. is clinging to the lie.
Erica: But Bianca's baby belongs in Bianca's arms.
J.R.: Erica. What brings you here?
Erica: J.R. Once again, here I am, asking the Chandlers for something. No, I'm demanding. The name of the doctor who treated your father after his stroke -- I need to have that. I really want to bring him onboard so he can confer with Maria Grey on Bianca's case.
Adam: Well, I'm sure I have his card here somewhere.
J.R.: How is Bianca?
Erica: We're waiting for her to wake up. But I'm sure now that she is home here in Pine Valley, I'm sure it's just a matter of time.
Adam: It's Dr. Shimatori. Here are his numbers.
Erica: Oh. Thank you.
J.R.: Bianca's got my prayers. If there's anything that I can do --
Erica: You've already been such a godsend. My goodness, J.R., putting your private jet at our disposal so I could bring my baby home.
J.R.: Well, I was happy to do that.
Adam: I thought you were resting upstairs.
J.R.: Well, I was, but I need to pick up a special gift that I ordered for Bess.
Adam: Ah. Well, I'll keep an eye on the baby while you're gone.
J.R.: Well, thank you. I won't be gone long. Hey, Dad, you haven't put the tree up in the parlor.
Adam: No. Mary said she'd take care of that.
J.R.: Well, let me. Let me. It's Bess' first Christmas. I want to give it to her gift-wrapped.
Adam: Anything you want, son.
J.R.: All right.
Adam: You didn't confront him.
Erica: Because he would have disappeared. If he had any idea at all, he would have disappeared with the baby if he thought for one minute that anyone was going to take that baby from him. Why didn't you say something? I mean, if this whole idea is so far-fetched, outrageous, what do you have to lose?
Adam: Oh, the folly of accepting Babe Carey�s word for anything.
Erica: Oh, come on. This isn't the first time you've heard that J.R. has Bianca's baby. You and your son have discussed this. And he pulled the same number on you that he's pulled on me. He advised you to dismiss this as one of Babe's lies because of her desperate payback. But I know you, Adam, and I know that somewhere in the back of your mind you have doubts, you have big, serious doubts. And you don't sleep at night, because you are wondering -- is that Bianca's baby?
Maria: Your offer's appreciated, but all of Bianca's needs are met.
Zach: She's still not waking up.
Maria: And I'm not sure that she ever will. You can stay with her if you want to and talk to her for a little bit.
Zach: Hi. Zach here. You -- I -- I found something that I didn't even know I was looking for. I came to Pine Valley to see who murdered my brother. What I found was the most incredible person I've ever met in my life. You -- you taught me more about forgiveness and compassion and the state of grace than I even knew existed. And I think you figured out by now that I'm not the most cuddly, open-minded guy out there, and still, you allowed me to see how much you loved your child, despite who the father was, despite what my brother did to you. Every child's a gift, no matter where they come from, right? You taught me that. I was going to tell you something. I was -- I think we all take little pieces of the people we meet along the way to make up the person that we truly want to be. And right now the better part of me I found in you. And I'm going to make sure that my son is going to be safe and that he has a good shot at life, you know, and if -- if you would -- I think we need to have this conversation some other time. Just know that you're loved. You're loved by someone who doesn't give love freely.
Ethan: Kendall didn't poison your wife.
Ryan: Nobody made any accusations, Ethan.
Kendall: No, but your mind's already made up. I have to be guilty -- fine. Believe that, come after me, give the dead horse one more good kick. But you're going to have to wait until after Bianca recovers.
Jack: Hi. Mmm. Well, that's what I've been missing.
Greenlee: Yeah. Me, too.
Jack: How are you? Are you ok?
Greenlee: I'm totally back to normal -- or my version of it, anyway.
Jack: I'm sorry I wasn't there when you were discharged.
Greenlee: What's going on?
Jack: I don't even know how to break this to you. I --
Ryan: Something's happened to Bianca.
Jack: There's been a terrible accident.
Jamie: James is still out cold.
Babe: What would stop Bianca from telling J.R. that his son is still alive?
Jamie: You know, what good does it do to stress about what's happening back home?
Babe: I can't really help it. I -- I just keep flashing back to that look on Bianca's face, when I finally got through to her and convinced her that I was the one that was raising her baby. It's like I stabbed a knife through her heart. Who would even blame her for wanting to sic J.R. on me?
Jamie: Hey, what you did was hard, but you did it. You got to give yourself a little credit.
Babe: Yeah, and I should have done it on my wedding day.
Jamie: Bottom line -- you did it. And besides, we're safe. It's Christmas and we're in New Orleans. It's time to party.
Babe: It is my favorite holiday.
Jamie: Really? Well, then you're going to want the whole Yuletide enchilada. A tree, some decorations, and Christmas carols. And I promise I'm going to deliver the whole package. Except for eggnog, because I can't even say "eggnog" without physically wanting to throw up.
Babe: Ok. I got it. No eggnog.
Jamie: You know, I just realized, this is baby James' first Christmas. We got to help him write a letter to Santa. Except we have a problem. There's no chimney. I mean, how's Santa going to make his drop without a chimney here?
Babe: I think I got an idea. We could always shove you up on the roof and give you a couple flashlights, and then you could direct Santa's sleigh onto the veranda.
Jamie: Well, how about you lure him through the French doors with a corn fritter and a mint julep?
Babe: Oh, that's a good idea, genius. So baby James wakes up and old St. Nick is passed out under the tree?
Jamie: Ok, fine. No mint julep. But everything else is going to happen just like I said. Christmas is coming, Babe. Santa's going to be here for our little boy.
Erica: Nothing I said shocked or surprised you, did it, Adam, because you know that Miranda is alive.
Adam: No, what I know is the lies that Babe fired at J.R. and Bianca, and that's all they are, Erica. They're lies, concocted by Babe and her twisted parents to get revenge on my son.
Erica: And you believe this because Tad and Joe Martin ran a DNA test on that baby that supposedly proved that the baby belongs to J.R. and Babe.
Adam: No supposedly about it. Proof is proof.
Erica: Until Krystal switched the labels on the samples.
Adam: Where did you get that?
Erica: Krystal. Krystal confessed to Tad, and Tad told me.
Adam: Oh, and if Krystal and Tad Martin say it's true, it must be true -- whoop-dee-doo!
Erica: Krystal and David conspired with Babe to help her keep the baby.
Adam: Then why stage this monstrous hit-and-run? Wouldn't Babe be better off staying here in Pine Valley where she can watch J.R. suffer?
Erica: Babe is so afraid to come anywhere near Pine Valley because she knows I will rip her apart, and she should be afraid. She lied to Bianca. She let Bianca think that her baby was dead. Well, she's not! Bianca's baby, Miranda, is the baby that survived. Adam, you can't allow J.R. to go on thinking that that baby is his child! That is just so wrong on every level, Adam!
Adam: You want me to blow my son's life apart on that slut's say-so? No, no. You are the one in denial, Erica, running wild with this obscene fantasy.
Erica: Ok. If I'm wrong, then prove it. Agree to a DNA test on the baby. Adam, listen to me. I feel for J.R. in all this, too. I hate what Babe has done to J.R. J.R. is as much a victim in this as Bianca. But at a certain point, we have to stop it. We have to stop it. We have to put to rest any doubts, any questions so that we can pick up and move on with our lives, all of us. And the only way to really do that is to have the DNA test on the baby. That's our only hope.
Adam: No, that's your hope, not mine.
Erica: Well, don't you want to break through this wall of denial that J.R. has set up? You show him the results of that DNA test, and he will be forced to accept.
Adam: My son knows who his child is. I don't have to sign off on any test.
Erica: Well, you will. You will sign off on that test, because I'll see to it that you do.
Adam: Oh! Another ex-wife threatening blackmail. Save that for somebody who wasn't married to you. You are out to hurt J.R., who hasn't done anything wrong, unless it's suddenly a crime for a father to try to make a life with his child.
["God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen" plays]
Brooke: J.R. I thought that was you.
J.R.: Brooke. Remember, peace on earth time.
Brooke: Oh, don't worry, this is not an ambush. Christmas shopping?
J.R.: Yeah. Sorry to say, Jamie's not on my Christmas list this year.
Brooke: Are you? Sorry, I mean?
J.R.: Jamie's family. I hate that he's gone.
Brooke: Let's sit. You know, this is no joy for me. I've been so angry. I mean, everything that you've done to Jamie. He almost died because of you.
J.R.: You only know his side of the story.
Brooke: All right. So tell me yours. Help me try and understand what happened to you.
J.R.: Nothing happened to me. I grew up.
Brooke: You grew up? With a vengeance.
J.R.: What do you want from me?
Brooke: I want you not to be like your father. And I want you to tell me the truth about Babe and Jamie.
J.R.: The only truth that I know is that they ran off together.
Brooke: Why? Why leave town? I mean, is there a piece of the puzzle missing for me?
J.R.: There are no pieces missing.
Brooke: Did you threaten Jamie again?
J.R.: I didn't drive Jamie away. Babe shook her moneymaker and he was gone.
Brooke: Why would Babe leave her child behind?
J.R.: Because that's Babe. All bad news all the time. She wanted out of the marriage. She used my brother for her fast getaway.
Brooke: There's more to it.
J.R.: He's gone. Accept it. I have.
Brooke: Bianca fell from your hotel balcony.
J.R.: That had nothing to do with Jamie.
Brooke: Well, it had plenty to do with you. I've written an article for "Tempo" suggesting that you're the catalyst for Bianca's fall, or even the direct cause. Tell me the truth about Jamie and Babe, or you're going to be next week's cover story.
Ryan: Bianca's like a little sister to me, you know? Greenlee?
Greenlee: Look, don't worry about me. Worry about her.
Jack: You know, I wasn't even sure if it was a good idea to tell you.
Greenlee: I end up in the Psych ward and Bianca's in ICU -- hmm. You didn't sign on for this.
Jack: Hey, hey, hey, hey, sure, I did. You're my girls. I love you. It comes with the territory, ok?
Greenlee: I got better, and Bianca will, too.
Jack: Well, I'm counting on that. Are you really ok?
Greenlee: I'm sad. I'm really sad, but I'm ok.
Jack: You just make sure you stay that way, ok?
Jack: Listen, I want you to be careful. Whoever drugged you -- they're still out there.
Ryan: Believe me, we're on it.
Kendall: What are you doing here?
Zach: I came to offer my help.
Kendall: You never helped any of us, so you can just get out.
Zach: I assume you've seen Ethan since you've gotten back.
Kendall: Assume whatever the hell you want.
Zach: Hmm. Well, he was going to be in Florida by your side, but I talked him out of it, saved him, and your money.
Kendall: Oh, aren't you the superhero.
Zach: I don't know about superhero, but I do know that your distress call didn't help the boy. If you want to help him, leave him alone.
Ethan: You don't care how inappropriate the setting, as long as you can make trouble, eh?
Zach: The thing about trouble is don't ever turn your back on her.
Ethan: I'll make a note of that, and now I'd like you to leave. And do me a favor and stay away from Kendall and Bianca.
Kendall: Did you almost jump bail to fly to Florida after I called?
Ethan: It was the right thing to do. Your sister stood by me from day one, and I wanted to do my part and be there for you.
Erica: Adam, I know that J.R. loves that baby. And I know that giving her up will feel like a mortal wound. I know. I saw what Bianca went through when they told her that Miranda was gone. If you wait too long -- Adam, J.R. has to accept it. His baby is gone. He has to know that now. We have to get proof and show it to J.R.
Adam: No, not another word. Not another word! Get out.
J.R.: Interesting. Jamie's knack for backstabbing -- he got that from you. The woman who used to give me milk and cookies just turned on me like a rattlesnake. Publish whatever you want.
Brooke: J.R., the last thing that I want to do is hurt you. I just want to know how things got this way.
J.R.: Gotcha. The truth and nothing but -- ok. I'll tell you. I did what I had to do to protect my little girl.
Adam: I want you gone, Erica, off the premises.
Erica: You won't dismiss what I told you about the baby, and you will agree to a DNA test. We both know the reason why.
Adam: I know how you hate to be seen without a man on your arm, so I'll call security to escort you out.
Erica: And I know you, Adam, and what your family means to you, your children. You seem them as reflections of yourself. You see them as little bits of immortality, assurance that you will live forever. But they have to be bona fide Chandlers, typed and cross-matched to really inherit the family name. Let's begin with Skye.
Adam: No, let's not, because you're leaving.
Erica: You thought Skye was your natural-born daughter. She was clever. She was duplicitous. There was no reason to doubt that she was yours, until it came out that she wasn't. And then it was "so long, Skye." Crop the family photos, chop off another limb of the family tree.
Adam: I miss Skye dearly.
Erica: And then little hellcat teen Hayley hit town. You hated her. You wanted to put her in jail until you found out that she really was your daughter, that it was your blood flowing through her punked-out veins.
Adam: I trust this is leading somewhere.
Erica: Yes, this is all leading to J.R. and how you arranged his conception -- by seducing and impregnating the hired help, Dixie Cooney, and then how you plotted to adopt the boy.
Adam: All these years, who'd think you were keeping notes?
Erica: Well, this brings me to your crowning glory, Colby. You were determined to ensure that Liza got pregnant with your baby. And when she went the donor route, you bought the sperm bank. And the rest is insemination history.
Adam: Lecture over, class dismissed.
Erica: You have gone to unbelievable lengths to ensure that you had heirs. But to embrace them fully, they must be purebreds, purebred Chandlers. So admit it, Adam. There is no way that you're going to stand by while J.R. raises Bianca's baby.
Adam: What about you? What about your history with Kendall? And do you really want Bianca to raise the child of the man, the monster who raped her, the spawn of Michael Cambias?
Brooke: J.R., what did you do in Florida to protect Bess?
J.R.: We had just finished the benefit concert for Miranda. And what should have been a positive for Bianca turned into a nightmare. She spun out of control.
Brooke: Go on.
J.R.: We were in my hotel suite. Bianca was on the balcony getting hysterical. My first concern was for Bess, but Bianca wouldn't calm down. She -- she lost her footing and went over the railing. I hate what happened to her. I pray to God that she makes a full recovery. I pray that my daughter's not traumatized by that memory. Babies sense these things. They see when someone's hurt or upset. I mean, I remember things when I was small.
Brooke: What kinds of things?
J.R.: Things like when I was lying in my crib in the dark listening to angry voices, shouting, crying, fighting over me. I knew from those voices that the world was a scary place, and I didn't want to go there. That's why I turned my back on Bianca when she started to freak. I had to. I had to for Bess. I had to protect my daughter. I don't want anyone scaring my little girl.
Brooke: That's not the whole story. Something else went down between you and Jamie. Please, tell me, so I can help make things right with you and your brother. Help me bring Jamie home.
J.R.: I am not the reason Jamie deserted. Babe is. She's the evil, Brooke, and not me.
Babe: Well, hello. And what's in the bag?
Jamie: Nothing, nosy. Just some stuff to put us in the Christmas spirit, New Orleans style.
Babe: And you say eggnog makes you hurl? What is this and what do you think it's going to do to you?
Jamie: It's a king's cake. It was a day old. It was half price. And to decorate your tree --
Babe: What tree?
Jamie: Oh -- this tree. Prepare to be dazzled.
Babe: Oh, my God, it's a Charlie Brown tree!
Jamie: I know. I saw the little guy, and I felt sorry for him, and I had to bring him home for the holidays.
Babe: I love it. I absolutely love it. Here, here, I'll finish unpacking this stuff. Oh.
Jamie: I got a paper so that we can check church schedules. I thought maybe we could bring baby James to a Christmas service.
Babe: You know, the closest that I ever got to a Christmas service was there was this drive-through chapel, and it was in Tupelo. Mama wanted to praise God, and she wanted to send up a prayer for a new carburetor for our old clunker. You know, for a price, we could send up a combo prayer. What is it?
Jamie: No, it's -- it's ok, Babe. They're not going to find us.
Jack: Of course I considered Kendall a suspect, but like you, I don't want to go there.
Ryan: Well, she's the obvious choice.
Jack: Goes to motive, her past and very public resentment of Greenlee for stealing you away.
Ryan: We can't push her now, not with Bianca critical.
Jack: I agree, I agree, but I'm definitely going to keep my eye on Kendall.
Ryan: And I will keep my eye on my wife.
Greenlee: And I'll triple-check everything I eat or drink.
Jack: Yeah, that's right. Nothing passes your beautiful lips without me tasting it, you understand?
Jack: Hi, Maria.
Maria: You're still here.
Greenlee: Yeah, we're waiting for word on Bianca.
Jack: Hopefully, a good word.
Maria: Well, there's no change. I'm sorry.
Ryan: Is there anything that I can do?
Maria: Luckily, that seems to be the mantra around here. Everybody's hoping that she gets better soon.
Greenlee: I hope she feels the love, like I did.
Maria: How are you feeling?
Greenlee: I'm feeling great, thanks to your team effort.
Maria: Well, it wasn't me. Your husband here knew exactly what she needed. Good job, Dr. Lavery.
Ryan: Do I get my own stethoscope?
Maria: Ok, no, you don't, but -- I have it here.
Greenlee: Ooh, look.
Maria: Happy-face sticker.
Greenlee: Look at that.
Maria: That makes you feel better.
Maria: I'll check back with you guys.
Jack: Thanks, Maria. I'm going to head over to the chapel.
Greenlee: Well, I'll go with you. Ryan?
Ryan: You know what? I'm going to wait for you here, ok?
Greenlee: Can you hold my coat?
Greenlee: Oh, thanks.
Ethan: Mr. Lavery, you and I need to have a little chat. If you take Kendall on, you're going to take me on. And if you hurt her, I will hurt you.
Kendall: I'm sorry about Zach coming in here. He won't come back. I won't let him. I'm waiting for you, Binks. We're all waiting for you. Please -- please come home to us for Christmas. Please.
Zach: No, no, that's very interesting. Thank you for finding that information so quickly. I will. Ok, good work.
Maria: For me?
Zach: No, and I'm sorry for using your phone without asking, but they have rules about cell phones in a hospital.
Maria: Yeah. Ok, well, I'll forgive the intrusion if you tell me what the call was about.
Zach: I found something that I think could protect Ethan. I told you, I'd do whatever it takes. Excuse me.
Jamie: What are you doing? You have way too many beads on this side.
Babe: Oh, please!
Jamie: Charlie Brown's going to nosedive. Stop. Give me them. Stop.
Babe: Fine! Fine, Mr. Christmas Tree Critic. You get to finish the decorating, and I'll just -- just work on the king's cake here. There's something in here." What is it?
Jamie: It's a baby.
Babe: Yeah, so why is it in the cake?
Jamie: They bake them into the king's cake, and whoever finds him gets good luck for a year.
Babe: Hmm. But we have our own live, living, breathing baby that we found over in the other room.
Jamie: Yeah, but baby James is going to give us good luck for the rest of our lives.
Babe: There is His Highness, right on cue.
[As J.R. purchases a stuffed dog, he envisions a day when his daughter is older]
Bess: How old is Miss Sophie, Daddy?
J.R.: Well, about as old as you are. I got her for your very first Christmas.
Bess: She's my best present ever.
J.R.: Well, I'm glad that you still love her.
Bess: I'll love her forever.
J.R.: Will you love me forever?
Bess: Yes, Daddy, longer than dog years. Forever and ever and ever.
Erica: When I was pregnant with Kendall, I was 14 years old. My mother made that decision, to give the baby up for adoption. And it was the right decision for me at that time. When Bianca found out that she was pregnant, she chose to keep her baby. And that was the right decision for her. I know I love Kendall. And I know I will love Bianca's baby. Children don't inherit the sins of their fathers. They are taught those sins by their fathers.
Adam: Skip the sermon.
Erica: Adam, find a way to convince J.R. to give up this fight. This fight was already lost the night that helicopter went down, and I am so sorry, Adam, but J.R.'s baby died.
Ethan: I got you some chicken soup. You should try and eat some, get your strength up, you know.
Kendall: Well, give me something that's good for my sister, something to bring her back. Just -- just give me the words to save my sister.
Jack: Thank you for coming.
Greenlee: No, you don't have to thank me. When I told Erica that Ryan was the only family I needed, I was wrong. I need you, too. I want to be part of the Montgomery family. And when you need me, I'm here.
Zach: Hey, Lavery, got a minute?
Ryan: 60 seconds wasted on you? Now, why would I want to do that?
Zach: I know who drugged your wife.
Babe: And did you see our tree? Did you see how beautiful it is? Look. Your daddy brought it home, and he picked it out special.
Jamie: That's right. And then on Christmas Eve, Santa and his homeys are going to hang a Louie on W. C. Handy Boulevard and make a three-point landing on our veranda.
Babe: What do you think? Does that sound good?
[Outside on the veranda, Kelly looks through the French doors at the cozy scene]
Erica: Agree to the DNA test, Adam. You know, I know -- it's the only way.
Adam: You want me to tell my son that his child is dead. Now, while I'm at it, I might as well say that I'm dead, too, because he will hate me forever. With or without Bess, he'll disappear. I've already lost my daughter. I will not lose my son. I won't do it.
J.R.: What won't you do, Dad?
>> On the next "All My Children" --
Erica: If the tables were turned, you would move heaven and earth to get your own flesh and blood back where she belongs. So you'd better hang tight, Adam, because that is exactly what I plan to do.
Kelly: I've come for my baby.
Babe: This is my child, and no one is ever taking my little boy from me ever again.
Babe: I'll be right back.
Kelly: My baby.
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