AMC Transcript Wednesday 1/4/06

All My Children Transcript Wednesday 1/4/06

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Babe: I thought you'd never wake up.

J.R.: Hmm. What the hell? Is this some kind of joke?

Babe: Why so surprised? I'm a whore, remember? A dirty, dirty slut. Those are your words. You know, I'm kind of sick of fighting it, too, sick of wasting my time with random guys. You're the one I'm hot for. I want Josh? Now, that -- that's a joke, because I want you, only you, J.R.

Amanda: You're not going for lip-gloss, and it can't be that time of the month, so why are you going through my purse?

Jamie: I am so busted.

Kendall: Uh -- oh, goodness, that was some amazing sunrise.

Zach: Yeah? You liked it?

Kendall: Yeah, didn't you think it was beautiful?

Zach: Well, you know, I would have maybe added a little more gold, but as long as you're happy, I'm happy. All that matters.

Kendall: So you think maybe we could just order up a little redo?

Zach: Sure. But I wouldn't want one.

Kendall: Hmm. So what are you going to plan for tonight? Are you going to have the moon for me? What kind of moon are you going to show?

Zach: Well, what do you want? A full moon, half moon? What?

Kendall: I am more of a crescent gal.

Zach: Ok, crescent it is then.

Kendall: Wow, check you out. You've got the nice little sunrise, a moon on demand. Who knew you were such a hotshot.

Zach: Well, I am. Anything you want, as long as it can put a smile on that gorgeous face. Anything, name it.

Kendall: You are going to be so sorry you said that.

Greg: Erica -- [Echoes] Erica -- [Echoes] Erica -- [Echoes] I love you -- [Echoes] You know, I've always loved you -- [Echoes] Erica -- [Echoes] Erica -- [Echoes] Erica -- [Echoes] Erica -- [Echoes] Erica -- [Echoes] Erica -- [Echoes]

[Erica screams]

Tad: Erica, you all right? Erica!

Erica: Tad. Oh. I didn't see you there. I'm sorry. I'm fine.

Tad: Are you sure? My eardrums would beg to differ.

Erica: I really screamed?

Tad: Or thereabouts. Certainly wasn't pantomime.

Erica: I came in really early this morning to prep today's show. Jack and I were up so late last night at a party. I guess I fell asleep.

Tad: I got that part. What happened? Freddy Krueger show up uninvited?

Erica: Greg Madden.

Tad: Oh.

Erica: And all I could see was his eyes. The rest of his face was hidden behind an OR mask, and he was leaning over me.

Tad: Are you sure I want to hear the rest of this?

Erica: I probably brought this nightmare on myself. The last time I saw Greg Madden, I told him that I had dreamt about him being my doctor psychoanalyzing me.

Tad: You what?

Erica: Well, I mean, it wasn't true. It's just that I really hoped that it would help bring out more about our past.

Tad: That man's so uptight, I doubt that a truckload of cervical clamps could get him to open up.

Erica: I saw him dressed in his scrubs once at the hospital, once when Kendall was there after the fire. Now, I don't know, but something about seeing him dressed like that just gave me chills up and down my spine. And the dream I had just now, it left me with that same feeling. Oh, I'm sorry. Now who am I asking to play psychoanalyst? I'm sorry, really. You came here for a reason.

Tad: Yeah, I certainly did. I think the good doctor should spend some of his millions on a better security system.

Erica: Well, tell me that your illegal escapades paid off.

Tad: I'm not sure. Out of the hundreds of kids that man's brought in the world, I found a picture in his personal files of a kid, a baby. I'm not sure it has any significance. I just wanted you to take a look at it.

Erica: My God, Tad. The little girl in this picture -- this is me.

[Knock on door]

Greg: Come in, Ms. Henry.

Di: Good morning, Dr. Madden. Did you have a Happy New Year?

Greg: Good morning. Close the door. I have no patience for disorganization. Hazel's the only other person apart from myself who has a key for my office. She's the one who convinced me it would be a very good idea to give you a key.

Di: And I appreciate your trust. I --

Greg: Hazel is out of town until tomorrow.

Di: Right, she's visiting her sister for the holidays.

Greg: Which means you were in my office during the break, going through my things. Well, I can't wait to see how you wiggle out of this, Ms. Henry.

Zach: Oh, God.

Kendall: No! Hey, are you trying to get out of this? You trying to get out of this, are you?

Zach: Look, I'm hard at work. I'm doing it.

Kendall: Yeah, right. You're going up on your promise.

Zach: You asked me to build you a castle in the cold. I'm building it for you.

Kendall: I'm building one in the cold, too. You are not building one. That's bad. That's a blub, that's a blob.

Zach: Ok?

Kendall: I want love, I want passion, I want parapets. Come on.

Zach: I'm not -- that's not what I do. I hire people that build castles, and then I will run it for you. How's that?

Kendall: I don't like that. Come on, Zach, you promised, whatever I wanted. So do it. Show me what you got. Create my dream palace. Come on.

Zach: Ok, all right.

Kendall: Ok.

Zach: Give me some room. Let's see. Here --

Kendall: No, no, no, no! Hey, hey!

Zach: What? I like modern Lloyd Wright stuff.

Kendall: Oh, no, no, no! Come on, you punk! You ruined it. I had a masterpiece going on here.

Zach: No, it wasn't. It was a blob. You said it yourself.

Kendall: No, I just saw it with different eyes than you did. You suck.

Zach: Oh, ok, I see. I don't think it was worth salvaging.

Kendall: I should have known that you would be the one to crush my dreams.

Zach: You made it very easy.

Kendall: You're a tyrant.

Zach: And you're a whiner.

Bianca: Stop, stop! Oh, my God. You guys hate each other. Oh, my God, what have I done?

Amanda: Did Babe put you up to this? She convinced you this is where I stashed the drug she claims I slipped her?

Jamie: I wasn't looking for any drugs.

Amanda: Can someone please explain to me what is it about this girl? How does she end up naked in a guy's bed again and somehow spin it so it's my fault?

Jamie: Amanda, I never said I believed Babe. I'm on your side.

Amanda: Quit trying to play me, Jamie. I get it. I see how you really feel about me, ok? Well, take a number because there's a long line of haters ahead of you.

Jamie: Don't tell me how I feel.

Babe: You feel the same way I do. Forget all the drama. You want me, you want this. I can feel it.

J.R.: You expect me to think you can separate the sex from all that other mess we've been through?

Babe: Why not? That's what sluts do. I'm just here for the fun. I want this, and I know that you want this. But you're just afraid that I'm going to be attaching a bigger meaning to it, or use it against you.

J.R.: Oh, I know you will.

Babe: Oh, come on, J.R. I am making this so easy for you. I know that you don't love me because you can't trust me. And you've proven already that you'll never be able to do so, because, you -- you caught me in Josh's bed, and you jumped to the worst possible conclusion. Never mind that I was scared and disoriented. You thought I was showing my true colors. So, here I am, in your bed, and if this is the only way that I can feel you and hold you and get what I want from you, just by being a dirty, dirty little whore, then bring it on, J.R. Come on, don't make me beg.

J.R.: Hey, Babe, come back. What are you doing?

[Once J.R. starts to get into Babe, she pulls away from him and puts on a shirt.]

Babe: You know me. Up to no good again. You know, it sucks to be so close to having something that you want just to have it jerked away.

J.R.: You twisted tease. You're getting off on this, aren't you?

Babe: Yeah, kind of. You know, you taught me well, J.R. You told me you're falling in love with me, showed me this awesome engagement ring. I was beyond excited. And then you're in my face, telling me to go to hell. You ripped that dream right out of my heart, and you did it with a smile on your face. You know, it feels pretty good to be on the other side of dissed for once.

J.R.: You know, I'm actually -- I'm glad I messed with your head. You deserved it.

Babe: Why? For wanting you or loving you or trying to be the best mama I can possibly be?

J.R.: No, for playing me, lying to me, and pretending that you wanted me when you were getting it on with another guy!

Babe: Come on, I never even slept with Josh, and it really makes me sick, after everything that's happened to me lately, that you can still look at me and assume the worst. J.R., in one single scary second, when I needed you more than anything to take me in your arms and tell me that everything would be ok, you looked me in the face and you branded me the world's biggest slut. I hope you feel really stupid when you read these. It's all right there, in black and white -- proof that you were wrong about me again. It's proof someone drugged me.

Amanda: If you think that's going to shut me up, you're wrong. You know, I'm not so desperate that one kiss is going to make it ok you rummaged through my bag.

Jamie: Fine. It was supposed to be a surprise, but I guess I better tell you before you make me out to be a complete jerk. This morning, I was putting something inside your purse when you woke up. Well, come on, open it. The longer you wait, the longer I'm in the hot seat.

Amanda: Oh, my God. Jamie, could I feel like a bigger loser right now?

Jamie: They were supposed to be a New Year's Eve present, but New Year's Eve didn't play out exactly as I planned.

Amanda: "Amanda, here's to a great New Year. Love, Jamie."

Jamie: I figured I'd plant them in your purse, and you'd find them at some random point in the day. There'd be a cool little pick-me-up. I never planned on you catching me in the act and tagging me as a spy.

Amanda: Oh, I am such an idiot. I am so not used to people standing by me.

Jamie: Well, do you like them or what?

Amanda: I love them. They're perfect. And the fact that you did this, you have no idea --

Jamie: Well, I hate to gift and run, but I really got to get going. How about we hang out later?

Amanda: Sure. I have to get ready for work anyway. Don't want to be late.

Amanda: Jamie, I can feel it. This is going to be the perfect year.

Erica: My mother took me to have this photo taken. And I remember this little dog. I carried this little dog around with me for years. My mother loved this photo.

Tad: Yeah, well, obviously, Madden was kind of fond of it, too. You can't be more than a year old in that picture. It's kind of creepy, don't you think?

Erica: I think it's extremely creepy. He kept this in his office?

Tad: Well, he didn't have it out on his desk or anything like that. He had the good sense to keep it locked in his personal file cabinet. It was stashed in a folder along with a tape. It was kind of an homage. It was a compilation of your TV appearances, like the fashion show you did at the Metropolitan Museum.

Erica: My God. Why would he want these things? And what could be possibly want with a baby picture of me?

Tad: Erica, you and I have been friends a long time. I just got to ask you one more time -- are you sure you're not being paranoid? I mean, when it comes to celebrity, you know better than anybody fans will go to any extent to get things when it involves their idols.

Erica: But Greg isn't some lovesick groupie. No, there's more to it than that.

Tad: Ok. Well, if we're going to find out what it is, we're going to have to get creative. Now, you say you feel weird at the very thought of seeing him in scrubs. Is there any way you can get me a rundown of your complete medical history?

Erica: You mean you think that my dream has some meaning?

Tad: I can think of worse leads. I think it's time we started to match up his history with yours. Maybe, just maybe, you bumped into him in a hospital or a doctor's office. Or maybe he treated you for something when he was a resident before he went into the baby business.

Erica: Well, I certainly will get you my medical history, because the sooner we figure this out, the better.

Tad: I got it, I got it. You know, I know how hinky this guy makes you. I'm working as fast as I can.

Erica: And you know what, Tad? It's not just me I'm worried about. It's Kendall. I mean, she's so vulnerable right now, and he's her doctor, and I just don't want to see her compromised in any way.

Tad: I see your point. Look, Erica, as a friend, I know it sounds stupid, but do your best not to worry, all right? No, no, you keep that. I made a copy. I gave you my word. No matter what it is, Dr. Madden's not going to be able to keep his little secret concealed much longer.

Bianca: I made a big mistake. I'm sorry. I complain about Mom being pushy, and look what I did. I forced you guys together and now you hate each other. God, I'm so sorry.

Zach: Can I say something? Your sister's impossible. How you would think that I would like someone this selfish --

Kendall: Oh, selfish, me? Look, hello, look at yourself here. You're a total stiff.

Bianca: Kendall --

Kendall: You're so stiff that Bruce Lee couldn't make you bend.

Zach: Oh, nice. That's nice. That's real -- Bruce Lee is dead.

Kendall: Oh, ok, well, so are you. You're dead to me.

Bianca: Stop, stop, please, ok? I get it. You hate each other. You couldn't possibly be together. I don't know why I ever thought otherwise. See, I thought this might happen. It's why I asked Myrtle to help me track you down.

Zach: Myrtle's here?

Bianca: She's at the casino.

Zach: Oh, well, I'm going to up there and tell how I really feel about you.

Bianca: I'm -- I'm so sorry. God, you don't have to say it. I know. I'm an idiot. I promise I will never butt into your business ever again.

Kendall: You can butt into my business anytime you want. How do you say "pulling my leg" in French?

Bianca: What -- that was an act?

Kendall: If you hadn't stuck your nose where it does not belong, do you think I could possibly be this happy?

Bianca: Oh, my God! Oh, my God.

Kendall: I love you, I love you for nagging me and pushing me. I love you for forcing me to tell Zach the truth, because I love him, Binks. I really, really love him more than I ever thought I could. And the beautiful thing is he loves me back. He does, he loves me back.

Bianca: Oh, my God.

Babe: What's the matter? Big words tripping you up? The tox screen results.

J.R.: Yeah, I know what it is.

Babe: See, Mama and I, we went to the hospital after the New Year's Eve party to have tests run to prove that we were drugged.

J.R.: Yeah, because it's such a stretch for your trampsy mother to jump up out of a cake or you to get it on with Josh.

Babe: Bastard.

J.R.: Oh, you know, you get zero points for originality, Babe. You and Krystal have faked blood tests before. That little piece of paper means nothing. So get lost, whore.

Babe: Filthy pig! J.R. -- come on, take it back!

Amanda: How could you cover for her? You want to sleep with that tramp, fine, but at least admit it.

Josh: Good morning to you, too. And I'm not sleeping with Babe.

Amanda: And I am not taking the rap for her naked in your bed.

Josh: You know, when I found her in my room, she was totally out of it. Someone drugged her to set her up. Maybe you had another one of your blackouts.

Amanda: Shut up. It wasn't me.

Amanda: Hello, Ms. Kane.

Erica: Oh. Hello, Amanda. Hello, Josh.

Josh: Erica, you look terrific as always.

Erica: Well, thank you. I arrived here early this morning. I've been trying to prep, you know, for today's show, but I can't seem to find the master tape of the interview I did with America’s favorite investigative reporter. Do you happen to know where it is?

[Amanda recalls a previous conversation with Josh.]

Josh's voice: Someone erased the entire interview Erica did last week. I clearly remember you had this DVD -- when you had your last blackout.

Amanda: No, no, I didn't erase anything, I swear. I don't think. Josh, I promise --

Josh: Amanda, this is not some college paper. People's careers and reputations are on the line!

[Back to the present]

Josh: Somehow, Erica, that tape was erased.

Erica: Erased? Are you kidding? Well, who on earth is responsible for that?

Greg: Oh, so you admit you were in the office during the break?

Di: Yes, but only to straighten up. I just wanted it to be nice and clean for you when you got back.

Greg: We have a cleaning crew that takes care of that, and Hazel, she personally supervises so we can avoid instances such as this.

Di: Right, but with Hazel away for the holidays, there was going to be a long stretch with no one cleaning up, and you know how quickly dust collects.

Greg: Oh, I see. So you went through my files over there, and you decided just to dust those off, too? My files are very well organized, as organized as anything else in this office, perhaps more so. I know when they've been interfered with.

Di: Dr. Madden, I would never --

Greg: You went through my private papers, and I demand to know why.

Tad: Maybe you should lay off your hired help. I'm the one that broke into your files.

J.R.: Get off me, you crazy little --

Babe: Oh, oh, what is it? Crazy? Slut? Liar? Why don't you make up your mind?

J.R.: All of the above!

Babe: Oh, you take that back!

J.R.: No, you know what? I don't believe a word that comes out of your trashy little mouth.

Babe: You don't believe me, then call the hospital, see for yourself. These results are real. Mama and I were drugged.

J.R.: Oh, "Mama and I were drugged," "I'm not a whore." Babe, why don't you keep telling yourself that and maybe one day you'll start to believe it.

Babe: You can't believe the truth when it's right in front of your face, fine. Don't. I don't even care anymore. Happy New Year, J.R., and go to hell.

J.R.: You know, I find her in bed with Josh Madden, and she thinks I'm going to go to hell.

Jamie: I have absolutely no idea what happened in Josh's hotel room, but I'm willing to keep an open mind, especially since I've seen these.

J.R.: Then you're even a bigger fool than I pegged you for.

Jamie: What, you're that sure that Babe's playing you, even though Amanda's obsessed with bringing Babe down? I mean, the thought never even crossed your mind, like, "Hey, maybe Amanda drugged Babe," the same way that she tried to drug me into marrying her.

J.R.: It would have if Babe didn't have a track record.

Jamie: I'm sorry, a track record? Get over it. Why is it so hard for you to buy it when someone cares about you? You're always staring over your shoulder, waiting to get stabbed in the back. What the hell is up with that? It's like you want to be betrayed.

J.R.: No, I don't want it! It just always happens. It always happens.

Zach: And here I thought I closed the place for a day.

Myrtle: Oh, so this is why I had to make my own drink.

Zach: Come here. I should call security on you.

Myrtle: Oh, they're pussycats. Listen, nobody can make a Bloody Mary like Fargate. You know, I am a whiz kid at cocktails. Although I admit I'm not quite the same when it comes to matters of the heart.

Zach: What is that? Your attempt at subtlety, Fargate?

Myrtle: Uh-huh, in a lousy kind of way. Tell me, what's going on with Kendall?

Zach: Well, it's just as you said. The woman loves me.

Myrtle: Oh, does she?

Zach: And I love you for making me fight for her.

Myrtle: Oh, that's wonderful. That's wonder-- oh, that calls for a toast, to you and to Kendall. Mmm!

Zach: Cheers. Oh --

Myrtle: Oh -- I'm sorry, darling. That's hair of the dog, because I had a kind of heavy New Year's Eve.

Zach: Uh-huh.

Myrtle: Sorry.

Kendall: I don't really remember the words exactly. I just -- I just remember how I felt and the way that he looked at me. Oh, God, I was so scared at first. I was -- I was so scared to tell him that he was everything I've ever wanted and more. But then, when I finally said the words out loud and Zach didn't tell me to kiss off, all I wanted to do was tell him that I loved him over and over again. I felt so blessed to be in his arms, kissing him and holding him, knowing that he felt the same way about me.

Bianca: Kendall, you are glowing. No, you're past that. There's practically sparks flying off of you. You're beautiful.

Kendall: I feel beautiful. No more Scroogy Kendall, Binks. That girl is gone forever, and I'm sick of her. I see everything different now. I mean, the ocean -- it's not just a big mass of stinky water anymore. I look out there, and I see an amazing, brilliant, awesome, God-given miracle. And the sunrise? Zach said it needed more gold, but I thought it was pure gold. This is pure and real and right. I finally believe in heaven now, Binks, because I've seen it, I'm in it. And I don't ever want to come back to earth.

Bianca: Well, then, you might want to hold off on telling Mom.

Josh: Thank you.

Erica: Josh, I'm waiting. Tapes don't just get erased. I mean, not on network television, not with the professionals that I've hired to work with me.

Josh: Erica, I wish I could tell you who erased the tape. But I'm not sure. Look, I am looking into it. I promise you I will find a name, all right? In the meantime, I've arranged for you to redo the shoot with Geraldo Rivera. I've talked to his people. They said he's ok with doing a reshoot. I have a limousine waiting for you downstairs to take you to him right now. A camera crew will meet you there.

Erica: Look, I appreciate your staying on top of this, I really do, but this is completely unprofessional. I mean, this is embarrassing.

Josh: I know. It's totally inexcusable. We're just lucky Geraldo's being so understanding. There's still enough time to get the tape back to the studio for a quick edit, so we can slug it into today's air show. But you better get going. Lisette's got your things coming down in a minute.

Erica: Ok, I mean, great, but this is taking such a big chunk out of my day. Thank you, Lisette.

Josh: I know, I'm sorry, Erica. This won't happen again. All right? I'll check in with you later.

Erica: Ok.

[Erica picks up a copy of the Exposer and sees a picture of herself with the headline, “Erica Kane’s New Beginning with the Bottle.”

Erica: What in God's name?

Greg: So this is the person you sacrificed your job for, Ms. Henry. Well, I hope he paid you well enough to help him break into my office. You'll forgive me, but those hours you will not find on your final paycheck.

Tad: You should give me more credit than that, Doc. I'm as good at my job as you are at yours. I can break into an office all by my lonesome, especially this one. Not to mention the fact I wouldn't consider help if I tripped over it. I like to think I'm in the business of exposing frauds and cons, not collaborating with them.

Greg: Well, I know Ms. Henry's done some time, but I wasn't aware of any cons.

Tad: Then you're late to the party. The only reason she's working for you is she lost her meal ticket. She spent the better part of the last year posing as my dead ex-wife. Took in my entire family. We're still getting over it. The day I'm in cahoots with this one over anything will be the day I've lost my mind.

Di: Right, well, you think I would help you? I mean, Dr. Madden, I would no more risk my job for that -- I mean, I'd rather hang than help him do anything.

Greg: All right, apparently, I've made a mistake. But you're not completely off the hook. I'll discuss your past later. Will you excuse us?

Di: Yes, sir.

Greg: Who are you working for?

Tad: I'm not working for anybody. I'm looking after a friend, Erica Kane. I'm sure you know of her, the woman you're obsessed with. Oh, I'm sorry, forgive me. The woman you're madly in love with. See, she told me all about your confession. It doesn't sit very well with me. And don't you think it's kind of weird that a man like you would fall in love with a woman you don't even know? Isn't that kind of weird that a bigshot doctor with clinics in major cities all up and down the eastern seaboard would want to open another practice in little old Pine Valley, where he coincidentally starts to treat Erica's daughter? None of that sits very well with me. I'd really like to know what you're up to.

Greg: Whether or not I harbor feelings for Erica Kane does not mean I have ulterior motives --

Tad: Whether or not? You kept a picture of her as a child locked in your personal file cabinet. Want to try to explain that?

Kendall: Mom is going to freak out when she finds out I'm with Zach. I'm not telling her. I'm just not going to tell her.

Bianca: She might suspect something. I mean, look at you. You're so happy, you've practically got a halo on your head. And, frankly, happiness isn't exactly natural on you.

Kendall: Oh, thank you so much. I really appreciate that.

Bianca: What I mean is it's special and it's new, so just go be alone with the man you love. You and Zach, you deserve a little time together -- no interferences, no distractions, and no Mom, at least not yet.

Kendall: You're right. Yeah, you're right. It's the only way I'm ever going to have any time alone with him -- Mother be damned.

Erica: I want you to get the editor of this rag on the phone right now. I mean, I haven't had a drink in a year. This is a malicious lie.

Josh: Erica, you can't seriously be worried about that headline. It's total BS. You should take it as a compliment, really.

Erica: Are you joking?

Josh: Erica, the show is a huge success. People are jealous. They're going to want to knock you off the throne. It won't happen. I'll call the tabloid. I'll make sure the rumor tanks.

Erica: Well, I want to be sure that the rumor does more than tank. I mean, I want to know who did this.

Josh: Well, so do I, and I'll look into it, but you have to get to an interview. Come on.

Erica: All right.

Josh: Listen, the limousine's waiting for you. And you are saving the day by doing this interview.

[While helping Erica with her coat, Josh takes away her cell phone then turns it off.]

Erica: I know. Ok.

Josh: Now, get going. Knock them dead.

Erica: All right.

Greg: You have no right to interrogate me. Save your energy for your own interrogation. I'm going to have you arrested for breaking and entering.

Tad: Oh, you want to bring in the police, go ahead, be my guest. I've got a call to make myself, if you don't mind. Straight through to the editor in chief of "Tempo" magazine. Perhaps you've heard of her, Brooke English? She's a good friend and my ex-wife. I wonder what she would have to say when she finds out about the story I'm sitting on -- you know, the one about the world-class fertility specialist who harbors a clearly twisted obsession for Erica Kane? Well, I'm sure you're not alone. She's a stunning woman, but you do have a lot to lose.

Greg: You don't scare me, Mr. Martin.

Tad: Really? Losing your license? Watching a million-dollar business go down the drain? That doesn't scare you? Doesn't bring on a twinge of concern? If not, you're a better man than I am, because I'm sure there's not a big market out there for twisted, stalker MDs. If you still want to make that call, you don't have to look it up. It's 911.

Zach: Mmm.

Kendall: "Mmm."

Zach: Hi.

Kendall: Hi.

Zach: I was just about to call your cell phone.

Kendall: Yeah? You missed me that much, huh?

Zach: Yeah. So what did Bianca say when you told her I wasn't a jerk after all?

Kendall: Well, who says you're not a big old jerk? She was thrilled. She practically jumped all over the place.

Zach: Yeah?

Kendall: She's so happy for us.

Zach: Myrtle got a kick out of it, too. Come sit.

Kendall: Ok, good. Well, then, that's it. Then those are the only people we tell.

Zach: We're a secret now?

Kendall: Just -- not forever, just for a little while. I want to be alone with you.

Zach: Oh.

Kendall: I do. I want to be alone, just you and me, no one else, no one bothering us.

Zach: You don't want your mom to know?

Kendall: Well --

Zach: It's fine, I get it.

Kendall: Good. You're amazing.

Zach: I am.

[Kendall laughs]

Zach: So where do you want to spend this highly anticipated alone time? You want to go to Europe or a private island or -- what do you want to do?

Kendall: I don't know. I'm kind of -- I'm kind of afraid to leave. I'm just -- I'm afraid that everything's going to disappear -- our New Year's night, the casino, the sunrise -- everything, everything we said to each other.

Zach: Nothing's disappearing. I'm not going anywhere. You're not going to lose anything. You're not going to lose me, ever. Kendall, do you want a drink of something? Can I get you something?

Kendall: Yeah, sure. Do what you're good at.

J.R.: You know, me walking out of here without saying good-bye to you was a clue that I was done with you.

Jamie: And I could care less about your clues. I thought you were curious to why I was here.

J.R.: Well, you thought wrong.

Jamie: I went through Amanda's things -- the stuff at the apartment, the purse she brought to the party -- and guess what -- no drugs, no evidence that she slipped Babe or Krystal anything.

J.R.: What do you know? Mad Mandy’s probably innocent. Babe probably drugged herself just to set up Amanda.

Jamie: Do you ever quit?

J.R.: Do you? And why is it so important to you that I back off Babe?

Jamie: Because I watched you with her at that party before it all hit the fan. You were happy, J.R., and believe it or not, I liked seeing you happy, even if it was with Babe. She seemed happy, too.

J.R.: You know when I'll be really happy, James? I mean, really happy? When you and everyone else stops trying to work me. And why don't you quit the whole loving-brother act. We both know it's forced.

[J.R. recalls the events of that morning]

J.R.: What the hell? What, is this some kind of joke?

Babe: Why so surprised? I'm a whore, remember? A dirty, dirty slut.

[Walking alone on the beach, Babe recalls the previous night.]

Babe: We haven't danced this way since --

J.R.: Since our wedding.

Babe: What is wrong with you, Babe? What are you doing?

Bianca: Good question. Maybe I can help you figure it out.

Josh: I'm so sorry. I don't know what possibly could have happened. Listen, I'll have someone track down Erica. In the meantime, why don't I send a limo over to pick you up, bring you to the studio. If worse comes to worst, I'll stand in for Erica and do the interview myself. Thank you so much. We'll see you soon.

Amanda: Are you trying to sabotage our boss?

Erica: Hello? Hello? Anyone here? Geraldo? Hello? Don't tell me they brought me to the wrong place.

[Car drives off]

Erica: No! No, wait! Wait! Come back! Oh, no! I'm in the wrong place. There's nobody here. I'm all alone.

Greg: I am not now nor have I ever stalked Erica Kane. I would never do anything to compromise that very fine woman. Anything beyond that is absolutely none of your business.

Tad: Maybe you're right, it is none of my business. But this is. Erica's not the only one you've been keeping tabs on, is she? There's more information in this on the Martin family than even I was aware of. You want to try and explain that one, Doc?

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

Kendall (to J.R.): You don't have a clue what I want.

J.R. (to Kendall): You sure about that?

Babe (to Bianca): I don't want to hurt your sister, but if you want me to, I will take Zach’s offer.

Erica (to Janet): I have got to get out of here.

Janet (to Erica): Of course you do.

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