All My Children Transcript Wednesday 8/10/05
Proofread by Gisele
Babe: We need to talk.
J.R.: Twice before noon. What contest in hell did I win?
Babe: J.R., this is me, giving up. You versus me and Jamie? It's over. You win.
Di: Tad, no one is out to kill me, not my ex-boyfriend, not Luca Brasi, or a pack of ninja assassins.
Tad: Funny that you just automatically jumped to your ex.
Di: I can read your suspicious mind.
Di: But you heard Derek. There's no sign of tampering. My brakes on the car just failed. I mean, it's not as exciting as an assassination plot, but it does happen.
Tad: But Jamie had just fixed the brakes.
Di: Yeah, it wasn't his fault.
Tad: I know that.
Di: Some cars are just temperamental.
Tad: Like their owners.
Di: Stop trying to whomp nothing into something. You play a great Sherlock, Tad, but this time you're just plain wrong.
Tad: Or not.
Di: Why don't you just let this go?
Tad: Because I think I'm dead on -- excuse the expression. I think somebody is out to kill you.
Greg: Greenlee, the best course for you now is to rest. Focus on getting well, and we can talk about this later.
Greenlee: Dr. Madden, I need to know right now. If there's any of Ryan's donation left at the clinic, I want to try again.
Jack: Greenlee, you can't do that. You can't even consider having Ryan's baby.
[Sitting down at a diner booth, Ryan watches as two waitresses whisper and laugh]
Young Erin's voice: Ry, push me higher! Higher, silly! Make my toes hit the sky!
[Young Erin laughs]
Ryan's voice: Erin, I found you.
Kendall: Hello? Julia Santos. Well, what are you doing back in Pine Valley? And why are you doing it in my husband's arms?
Julia: Kendall Hart.
Kendall: Kendall Hart Slater. At least that's what it says on my marriage certificate.
Julia: You married her?
Julia: What about Maria? What about that whole riff about how you love my sister? And you marry Kendall? My God, she's the anti-Maria.
Kendall: Well, somebody's missed a few chapters.
Zach: The situation's complicated.
Kendall: You know, Zach still has a thing for Maria. So answer me this -- what are you doing back in Pine Valley? Didn't you and Noah go underground with the whole witness-protection thing? And isn't that supposed to be forever, or did they catch all the bad guys? Yeah, speaking of husbands, where's yours?
Zach: Hey. I can't let you go. I won't.
Kendall: Excuse me, Zach, I know I'm just your wife, but why the hell do you care what happens to her?
J.R.: You surrender, I win. Love it when that happens. I need more details.
Babe: I broke up with Jamie. The wedding is off, and I'm moving out. So you get your wish. Your brother and I are over.
J.R.: Whoa. First, Brad and Jen, now you and Jamie? How is the old boy taking it?
Babe: How do you think he's taking it, J.R.? Jamie loves me, and he would have stuck by me through anything.
J.R.: Props, Babe. Thought I had you figured to go down in shame, taking my brother with you in a chokehold. Who knew that you had it in you to do the right thing or that you even know what that is?
Babe: Yeah, well, I want what's best for Jamie.
J.R.: Which isn't you. Finally, we agree on something.
Babe: Jamie never meant to hurt you, and neither did I. Though right now I could peel you like a grape and walk away whistling.
J.R.: I'm crushed.
Babe: Oh, like I give a rat's tail what you feel. I will not let you hold your brother down.
J.R.: That's your job, not mine.
Babe: Your brother is 10 times the man that you are. He is decent and kind and caring, and his dreams aren't all about destroying people. So if me walking away helps him, more power to Jamie, because he is so worth it. So you can go ahead, start calling all the colleges where you had him blackballed and the lawyers handling Aunt Phoebe's estate, because I swear to you on my life, I will walk away from him forever if he gets a shot at the life he deserves.
J.R.: You're 100% serious?
Babe: Absolutely. Start dialing.
J.R.: Babe, I don't know what to say. You'd give up on him? You'd just walk away, so he could have a future? Damn. I made a mistake. Maybe I should rethink this whole deal.
Tad: Wait, just wait, ok? Give me a minute. Now, we both agree that J.R. blaming Jamie for a pair of faulty brakes is ridiculous.
Di: Yeah, no one was to blame for my brakes failing except for Mother Nature and the roadtop being slick.
Tad: Ok, so let's revisit the bank robbery, shall we?
Di: How's your arm? Have you been taking your antibiotics?
Tad: Just stop, and see, I hate it, I hate it when you do that. Just listen to me, ok? Work with me on this one. The guy with the gun -- you remember him?
Tad: Ok, he wants a hostage. I volunteer. Hell, I practically threw myself at him. Out of a lineup, he picks you. How do you figure that?
Di: I'm a whole lot cuter than you are?
Tad: That's funny. That's hysterical, especially now.
Tad: What is the whole thing? The whole robbery was nothing but a staged kidnapping, and you were the target.
Di: Oh, Tad.
Tad: Now, the idea was to snatch you up and shut you up, like, you know, at the bottom of a landfill? And, hey, when that doesn't work out, all of a sudden the brakes on your car mysteriously go out? Come on, that's twice in as many weeks that you've nearly lost your life.
Di: Ok, so I've had a couple of close calls, Tad.
Tad: No, no, a couple? What about being nearly run over by a car at a bus stop the very day you get out of prison? You remember, your home away from home? Because you had the dirt on an ex-boyfriend that you refused to give up.
Di: The ex-boyfriend who happens to be halfway around the world in Thailand.
Tad: Dixie, you can order a hit over the Internet, you know? E-mail, a fax.
Di: I told you I have nothing nasty on Kevin. He has no reason to want to take me for a ride or rub me out.
Tad: That you know of. What happens if you do know something, only you don't know you know it, and good old Kevin just wants to make sure you take it to your grave?
Di: Tad, you've got to drop this.
Tad: Dixie, come on, look at the odds. You know I'm on to something.
Di: No, you are so off track, connecting dots in different time zones -- invisible dots, all in your head.
Tad: All right, so you connect the dots. All right? One near miss, it happens. Two, bad luck. Three? Somebody is out to kill you.
Di: This is insane. Why even go there?
Tad: Because I don't want to go through losing you all over again.
Waitress: Are you Rick? Or more of a Richard? Single cap, easy milk?
Ryan: Oh. I -- it didn't register. I switched from a double shot.
Waitress: Keeping you up nights?
Ryan: Yeah, something like that.
Waitress: You want some shortbread to go with? We make it ourselves.
Ryan: No, I'm fine, thanks.
Waitress: I took your advice.
Erin: About Charlie? How'd it work out?
Waitress: Just like you said it would.
Waitress: Thanks so much.
Ryan's voice: You're happy. You're happy, and you're beautiful.
Erin: There he is. There he is.
Man: I'm sorry I'm late. The car wouldn't start. I had to get a jump, and it was just --
Erin: Happy birthday! Whoo!
Man: All right --
Ryan's voice: You did it, Erin. You got yourself a good life, and you escaped the fate of the Lavery kids.
Greenlee: If the clinic has any trace of Ryan left, I'll try again to have his baby.
Jack: Greenlee, with everything that's happened, why don't you just concentrate on feeling better?
Greg: That's what I told her.
Greenlee: I'm not sick. The only thing that's wrong with me is that I'm not pregnant.
Jack: Just take some time to recover and talk to your doctor here. Maybe now is not the best time to make a decision like this.
Greenlee: I don't need your advice. In fact, I want you to leave.
Jack: Whoa, wait a minute. Greenlee, I love you, ok? I care about you. I realize what you just went through was just a living hell. But we'll all be there to help you -- Erica and Reggie, Lily, Kendall -- we'll all be there. But now is not the --
Greenlee: I'm not giving up on having Ryan's child.
Jack: Sweetheart, listen to me. Maybe it's just not meant to be.
Greenlee: I lose my baby and what, that's that? Move on without my husband or his baby? I won't accept that. If there is a chance that I can carry on with part of Ryan, I'm going for it. You know how far I'll go to make this happen. You fight me, I'll fight back harder. I'll take you to court, I'll shred your name, your practice, whatever it takes to get to the truth. Do you have any of my husband's samples left in your clinic?
Greg: If you don't mind, I think I'd rather deal with this privately with Greenlee. She is my patient. I will make everything clear to her.
Greenlee: Dr. Madden, what is it?
Greg: In answer to your question, yes. There is more of Ryan's sample at the clinic.
Ryan's voice: Same smile.
Man: This still isn't right!
Erin: I'm sorry, sir. Is there a problem?
Man: Yeah. You got my order wrong -- twice.
Erin: Double shot, easy milk, heavy foam.
Man: Only the first time there was more milk than coffee. Now you left off the foam. You know, it doesn't take a brain surgeon to serve up a freakin' cup of coffee!
Erin: I'm really sorry, sir. Let me just fix your order.
Man: What, so you can mess it up again? No, forget it. I want to see the manager.
Erin: She's not here, but I am the assistant manager in charge till she gets back.
Man: Well, that's great. Does your boss know she left an idiot running the place? You know, I got half a mind to force that swill down your throat.
Zach: You have no plan, no backup. You can't go running off like this.
Julia: I've taken my chances so far.
Zach: Yes, taken chances -- it's too dangerous.
Kendall: Wait a minute, and you're talking dangerous, you're not talking about Julia crossing the street. They're still after you, the men who put a price on your head. Well, for God's sakes, Zach, let her go.
Zach: Stay out of this.
Kendall: No. Zach, you have no idea how radioactive this girl is. If she still has a target on her back, then anyone she messes with could end up body-bagged. Just let her go, the farther, the better.
Julia: Your wife didn't morph into Mother Teresa while I was away. Don't worry about dodging bullets, Kendall. I'm out of here.
Zach: Stop. Running is not an option.
Kendall: Zach, she is a walking death sentence.
Zach: Kendall -- I meant what I said. When you talk to your sister, she'll tell you I'm a man of my word. I will get you out of this, I swear.
Kendall: No, I am not hearing this. Zach, have you lost your mind?
Julia: Even if I could trust you, I sure as hell can't trust her.
Kendall: Trust me, bite me. I don't give a flip.
Julia: You never did about anybody but yourself.
Kendall: Is this about Anton? Wow. No grudge too ancient or small for you to hold. It's not like you even loved him.
Zach: Let's deal with the situation at hand. What do you think?
Kendall: You know, it's too bad that witness protection couldn't give you a new obsession to go along with your new ID, but then again, I guess living underground just makes the heart grow more pathetic.
Julia: You don't know anything about me, about what I've been through. But you're the same old brat with attitude, Kendall Hartless. Stay out of her way or get stepped on. Only a brain-dead jerk would trust you.
Zach: She's not going to give you away.
Kendall: Excuse me. Did I hire you to speak for me?
Zach: Excuse me. Can I talk to you in private, please?
Kendall: Do I get a vote here?
Zach: Don't go anywhere, not even the house. And she's not going to turn you in, and I'm the very powerful friend.
Julia: Ok. It's not like I have a lot of choice.
Zach: No. Promise me.
Julia: I promise.
Zach: Thank you.
Kendall: What? I didn't promise a damn thing. I'm calling the FBI. Hey! Zach -- Zach!
Zach: You're not calling anyone. I gave my word, and you're going to keep it.
Di: Tad, you have my word. No one is out to get me.
Tad: Yeah, right, and you've just had an exceptionally long, ridiculously bad run of luck.
Di: Or if you're a glass-is-half-full kind of guy, I've had some pretty darn amazing luck.
Di: I've got the life back that I love, my son, grandson. There's no way that I'd risk losing that. If I had the tiniest suspicion that Kevin Sturgess was gunning for me, I mean, don't you think I'd be shouting for help, dialing 911, ducking for cover?
Tad: Either that or you'd grab your squirrel gun over the mantel while I had my back turned.
Di: Maybe the old Dixie. This one has way too much to lose -- my home, my family. I'm not about to do anything brave or stupid and jeopardize this wonderful life that I had. I wouldn't make you guys go through that hell again. So believe me, Tad, I'm not on anyone's hit list. You're on the wrong track.
Tad: Yeah, it's been known to happen every now and then.
Di: Hmm. We've got a lot going on. Our grandson's christening --
Di: Our sons are farther apart, hate each other more than ever. We need to put family first right now, not go chasing some crazy death plot.
Tad: I always hate it when you're right.
Di: You'll let it go, then?
Tad: Well, in my family, paranoia tends to run deep. I'll give it a good shot.
Tad: So I guess I'll just file the whole brake and bank robbery thing under paranoid conspiracy theories.
Di: I mean, don't get me wrong. Don't think for a moment that I'm not flattered that you'd spend that much worry on me.
Tad: Do me a favor.
Tad: When the car comes back, tell Adam to take it for a spin, would you?
Di: Oh, Tad Martin!
Tad: Oh, just one last paranoid suggestion before I hit the road.
Di: Maybe not.
Babe: Is it doped?
J.R.: Oh. Look, what would you say if I stopped this whole grudge match between you and my brother?
Babe: After I leave Jamie? It doesn't sound much like a sacrifice.
J.R.: No, you don't have to walk away. In fact, I'll cancel all payback, no strings. What do you say?
Babe: I'd say that you've somehow tricked the devil into getting your soul back, and the chances of that are slim to none.
J.R.: I wouldn't rule it out.
Babe: You know, you don't have to back off on me, J.R. We can battle this out till doomsday if you want as long as it doesn't mess up our son.
J.R.: Look, Babe, sometimes all the fights and the fists and the paybacks -- it just -- it becomes so empty.
Babe: Uh-huh. And did you find religion before or after you tried to nail Jamie for attempted murder?
J.R.: Look, I almost lost my mom again. I freaked out. I'm sorry. I made a mistake. Obviously, I owe Jamie a big fat apology.
Babe: Yeah, times a thousand, you do. Jamie's only mistake was helping me, because he's a good man with a fierce heart. I am asking you to leave him alone. Just let your brother be happy.
J.R.: And the only way that he'll be happy is with you as his wife. You both get the happily-ever-after. Maybe that could be my wedding present to you.
Babe: Would you -- would you really do that for us? Call all this off, all the hate? No strings? Oh, my God.
J.R.: Gotcha! Hey, Babe. Oh, that's a sweet memory. Oh, you just turned a cruddy night into a happy day.
Babe: You know what? You go ahead, and you laugh this up, J.R. Play me for a sucker!
Babe: It doesn't change that I dumped Jamie. You still have to honor Phoebe's will.
J.R.: No, no, actually, I don't. I don't have to do squat. See, you blew off your fierce-hearted boyfriend Jamie for no apparent reason. He gets no money, he gets no college, he gets no MD on his nonexistent luxury car with his nonexistent vanity plates. No, the stupe's still going to be a grease monkey till arthritis forces him to lay down his lug wrench. And that makes you what? Right -- still a loser.
Erin: I'm not much of a coffee drinker myself, but I know some people just can't start their day without it. Doesn't seem like your day's off to such a great start, and then I fudged your order and made it worse. Let me redo your coffee on the house, and I will throw in whatever you want from the pastry case.
Man: Oh, look, you don't have to do that.
Erin: No. No, no, no. I want to make this right. I'm really, really sorry about the confusion.
Man: Oh, no, forget about me. I was a real jerk.
Erin: Now, don't make me say "The customer is always right."
Man: Well, the truth is I am having a bad day. The boss is all over me, making me redo a report it took me three weeks to write.
Erin: Hmm. I'm sorry things are rough at work, but I hope they get better real soon.
Greenlee: Well, this is good news. This is great. There's still hope I can have Ryan's child.
Greg: Greenlee, it's -- it's more complicated than that.
Greenlee: Ok. You're the doctor. Whatever you say. I'll be your star patient. This next pregnancy will be perfect.
Greg: Every pregnancy has its own risk factors to a greater or lesser degree.
Greenlee: Well, I tried to stay positive for the sake of the baby, think good thoughts. I mean, I was really good about taking my vitamins.
Greg: Greenlee, there's absolutely nothing that you did that caused this miscarriage.
Greenlee: Well, I understand that miscarriages are pretty common, especially in the first trimester. But luckily, I'm young and strong, and there's no reason I can't go to term next time and give birth to Ryan's son or daughter. Is there?
Kendall: Why are you putting yourself in the line of fire? What is Julia Santos to you?
Zach: She's Maria’s sister.
Kendall: So what? You are not responsible for her whole family. I mean, have you devoted one brain cell to what you're doing? If Julia's in danger, you're in danger, and that puts me in danger.
Julia's voice: What do you say, Noah?
Noah: I'm saying that -- I love you. No matter what happens, I'll be here.
Julia: In the short time that I've known you, Noah, you've become my best friend. And to tell you the truth, right now what I need more than anything is a best friend.
Kendall: Julia saw a gangland takedown that she was not supposed to see. Those guys wanted her and Noah seriously dead. Now, they will not stop, Zach, ever. It was so serious that the Feds put them in the witness protection program. We're talking life or death, Zach. I've had enough death, thank you. I can do without it. I'm done, I'm ready for this to be over.
Zach: What's happened?
Kendall: I've been trying to call you all last night and all this morning. Greenlee lost the baby.
Greg: Greenlee, if you succeeded in getting pregnant with Ryan's baby, the pregnancy will not be viable. You would lose that baby, also.
Greenlee: No, I told you, I'll do whatever you say -- bed rest, positive imaging. I'll keep myself 100% stress free.
Greg: Stress is not the problem.
Greenlee: There is no problem, Doctor. I'm mourning the baby that I lost. I loved that baby. We bonded from the moment of conception, and it'll be the same next time.
Greg: Greenlee, you cannot carry Ryan's baby to term.
Greenlee: I know plenty of women who have miscarriages and then go on to have healthy pregnancies and babies.
Greg: That's true. But in most cases, we don't know what causes the miscarriage. In your case, we do. I was alerted by the blood test. Do you remember when I ordered a second test?
Greenlee: Strictly routine, right?
Greg: In a normal pregnancy, the HCG levels double every two days. Progesterone levels are also increased. Your levels were low, a red flag. The test also showed an abnormally high level of antibodies, pointing to immune-system response.
Greenlee: I don't understand.
Greg: Half the cells for the embryo come from the father. Your body read the pregnancy as a foreign invasion. Your immune system rejected the pregnancy, resulting in miscarriage. I have absolutely no doubt that, if you got pregnant again, your body will attack and destroy the embryo. I won't put you through that. It's risky and bound to fail.
Man: Oh, wow. That's beautiful.
Erin: It's a wishing stone.
Ryan's voice: I don't know what happened with you and Jonathan in Atlantic City. What did he do to make you come up here? Do you think I'm dead? Did you read about our brothers? Do you think they're gone, too? Now what?
Erin: Aw. Oh.
Ryan's voice: She just looks so happy. I should just leave you alone, I should get out, I should go, and I should never come back.
Erin: Want to dance?
Man: All right, let's dance.
Erin: Yeah, let's dance, birthday boy!
Erin: Come on, come on, come on!
J.R.: Aunt Phoebe's will was -- was filled with whys, its, and wherefores, but nothing about you leaving Jamie. See, it was very specific. Jamie has to leave you.
Babe: I don't believe it. This is the biggest load of horse poo. You're totally playing word games.
J.R.: Hmm. Cat -- C-A-T. Dog -- D-O-G. Babe -- L-O-S-E-R.
Babe: Oh, God --
J.R.: God love her, Aunt Phoebs was a sharp old broad, wasn't she? She could see right through you.
Babe: Phoebe never even knew me.
J.R.: Yes, but she knew that you'd work the con -- pretend to be leaving Jamie. And as soon as that estate check cashed, you'd be doing handsprings right back to Jamie’s bed. But Jamie, being the standup guy that he is, Aunt Phoebe knew that if he left you, it would be in ink. You know, you really should get Little Adam to read this to you. See, in legal speech, Jamie has to be the dumper and you to be the dumpee. And since there's no way to make or break or fake one, that leaves you where? Clueless, screwed to the floor.
Babe: You dirty, rotten son of a bitch! What do you want from me, J.R., huh? My head on a platter?
J.R.: With an apple in the mouth.
Babe: God, you have never played fair, but this -- this is just way too much. I am so going to find a way to drive a stake through your heart, shove garlic up your yin-yang, and bury you face down, so you're facing your new little buddies in hell.
J.R.: Thanks, but I sort of like the view from here. Yeah, you and Jamie -- the stench of failure, lives wasted.
Babe: If you cared one bit about your brother, you'd be doing right by him.
J.R.: And steal your thunder? Babe -- selfless, making the ultimate sacrifice for her man. As far as empty gestures go, laudable, but completely meaningless. Maybe you should write this down, so you don't forget it. All right, never mind. The only way that Jamie cashes in on his dream is to see you for the tramp you really are and dumps you. Hmm? Now, if you don't mind,, my son and I have a daddy-and-me class to attend.
Aidan: It is crazy out there. It's almost hot enough for a crime wave. You know most murders are committed when the temperature tops 95 degrees?
Tad: Yeah, that's almost interesting. Get in here and make yourself useful.
Aidan: You know, click on the monkey. You might win yourself a free trip.
Tad: Forget the monkey, all right? In all seriousness, can you drop everything you're working on for a while and cover Dixie 24/7?
Aidan: Why? What's up?
Tad: A lot, and none of it's good.
[Di frantically scribbles a letter to ensure that her secret will not die with her.]
Greenlee: I don't believe you. You're making this up. You're in on this with my father. He didn't want me to try again, and he got you to go along with him.
Greg: No, Greenlee, I spoke to Jack before you miscarried.
Greenlee: I still don't believe you.
Greg: Listen, if I thought this could work for you, if I thought you could carry Ryan's baby to term, I would be right there with you. I'd monitor you ever step of the way. But knowing what we know, to go through this once again would reach the same conclusion -- it would be guaranteed heartache.
Greenlee: I want a second opinion.
Greg: I called in a consulting. Dr. Avery reviewed your test results and came to the same regrettable conclusion. Now, you can talk to anybody you like. I'll give you a list of consultants, or else I can send her in to speak to you. I'll give you some time.
Greenlee: You're wrong, Doctor. You're wrong. You have to be.
Zach: It's over, then. Greenlee's free to move on.
Kendall: You have no idea what that baby meant to her.
Zach: It was her last tie to Ryan. Maybe she's better off.
Kendall: You are one cold SOB.
Zach: I know Greenlee's suffering, but I do feel relieved for her, because maybe now she can let Ryan go and fall in love with someone else, someone that comes without a family curse. The only thing we can do is show our support.
Kendall: Please don't strain yourself.
Zach: She's not the only one that needs help right now.
Kendall: Yes, I know. Julia Santos Keefer needs help, and, obviously, you're the only man for the job.
Zach: You will not tell anyone that you saw her here.
Kendall: Since when did our marriage make you the boss of me?
Zach: What about that? If you turn her in, she's going to die. Do you want that on your conscience?
Kendall: You know what? Whether Julia lives or dies is the last worry on my mind.
Zach: Whatever history you two have, why don't you try to bury it? I'll take care of this, no risk and no danger to you.
Kendall: What happened to the selfish guy I married?
Zach: I gave her my word, and I'm going to keep it. Go to Greenlee. She needs you. I'm sorry. I know how much you were counting on that baby.
Kendall: You don't understand.
Zach: I understand a lot more than you think.
Kendall: Tell Julia that she's safe from me. I'll keep my mouth shut.
Zach: Julia? Julia? I shouldn't have let her out of my sight.
Kendall: Well, maybe it's for the best. You were all primed to play savior, and Julia didn't want you to, so now you're off the hero hook.
Zach: Not even close.
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[At the bus station, a disguised Julia prepares to board a bus.]
J.R.’s voice: The only way that Jamie cashes in on his dream is to see you for the tramp you really are and dumps you.
[Remembering J.R.’s words, Babe determines to do something about it.]
Aidan: There's no chance that Dixie’s got it right. Nobody's out to get her, Tad. You're overreacting.
Tad: Hey, all it takes is one bullet to prove her wrong. Do you really want to go there?
Aidan: Well, why don't you stay on Dixie, then? I mean, she's your ex-lover. It'd be way less conspicuous. Don't you think?
Tad: Nope, I can't, on account of I will be traveling.
Aidan: To where?
Tad: Thailand. I feel like taking a little trip to the Far East, you know, checking out the sights, having a little conversation with Dixie’s ex-boyfriend. [British accent] Ciao, mate.
Di: Yes, operator. A collect call from Di Kirby. Yeah, it's me. No, just be quiet and listen. I went to prison, I kept my mouth clamped tight, and it'll stay that way, but you'd better tell him to stop, or else I'll start blabbing my head off. Not my problem. Now, I've written a letter. As long as I'm alive, it'll stay our best-kept secret. But if anything happens to me or anyone I care about, the whole world will know what I know. You understand? So you tell him that, now.
Greenlee: Get out.
Greg: I'm sorry. I'll check back with you later.
[Outside Greenlee's room, Greg addresses Jack.]
Greg: I told her. She understands it's over.
[Once alone, Greenlee begins to cry.]
Ryan: Get out of here, man. Leave Erin alone before it's too late.
Erin: Excuse me. I just came over to see if there's anything I could do for you.
>> On the next "All My Children" --
J.R. (to Josh): I got you right where I want you.
Jack (to Kendall): You have to stop what you're doing, because you're not helping my daughter, you're hurting her.
Julia (to Zach): Get your hands off me!
Zach (to Julia): It's either this or a police escort back to the witness protection program.
Erin (to Ryan): Are you going to tell me how you know me, or do I have to guess?
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