All My Children Transcript Wednesday 4/16/08
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Jesse: Hey baby.
Jesse: How do you like your eggs?
Angie: Fast, I have to get to the hospital.
Jesse: What? And miss this fabulous feast?
Angie: Uh -- well, ok, maybe I have a little bit of time.
Jesse: That's what I'm talking about.
Angie: So, what you cooking?
Angie: What you cooking? Breakfast?
Jesse: Breakfast who?
Angie: Oh, baby, I really do have to get to work.
Jesse: Oh, no, you don't. No, you don't, Mrs. Hubbard. We got some work to take care of back here.
Angie: Oh, I got to go make your money.
J.R.: Game time. Is Little A ready?
Babe: You know what, J.R., I'm so sorry. I meant to call you, but we can't do today.
J.R.: We can't or you can't?
Babe: No, Little A is not feeling well.
J.R.: He's a right, isn't he?
Babe: Well, if you mean, did you give him Hepatitis A, no, I already told you he's been inoculated for that.
J.R.: Come on, Babe. What did the doctor say?
Babe: Nothing, nothing, it's just a cold.
J.R.: Or is it just an excuse, because you don't want me around our son?
Babe: Well, could you blame me?
J.R.: What do think I'm going to do, take him out boozing, whoring around?
Babe: Ok, you know what, J.R.? We're done.
J.R.: No, we are so not done.
Adam: Ah. Did you think I wouldn't find out or that I would just forget?
Colby: Oh, you talked to Wellesley? Um, can we do this later?
Adam: No, no, we cannot do this later! This is your entire future you're trifling with.
Krystal: Ah, well, it wouldn't be morning in the Chandler house without some good old-fashioned fighting.
Erica: Oh, don't worry, I can pull out my own chair. I wish I could offer you something.
Samuel: No, I'm just happy to see you safe and sound.
Erica: Behind bars?
Samuel: Actually, the alternative could have been worse.
Erica: Well, we can discuss my great escape some other time. Right now, Mr. Woods, I need your help.
Jesse: I hope you like your bacon well-done.
Angie: [Laughs] Well, I think you did it pretty well already.
Jesse: Hey, you know I was a short-order cook in Oregon for about six months?
Angie: Well, I'd like to order up something else from the cook.
Jesse: Seconds? Really? I love you.
Frankie: Oh, really?
Angie: Oh, who are you?
Frankie: Just like that? In the morning?
Jesse: Want some breakfast?
Frankie: Try running that by me again, Dad, but after you turn your shirt inside out.
Jesse: Woo-woo! Ha-ha. Come on, man, I got bacon and eggs for you.
Angie: Hi, good morning, Frankie. We were just --
Frankie: Well, looks like I need to get my own place.
Adam: What are you doing in my house?
Krystal: Would you chill out? I just forgot a few things.
Colby: Krystal, one of Jenny's bibs is in the nursery.
Krystal: Thanks, honey. Casual day, I see, huh?
Adam: Leave your key on the way out.
Colby: Could you be a little nicer?
Adam: Could you be a little more prudent? Why in heaven's name did you turn down your first choice college?
Colby: Correction, Dad. That was your first choice.
Adam: Well, the very one that you begged me to visit.
Colby: Things change.
Adam: That's right. You were accepted, and you were excited. And what happened?
Colby: Life -- as in, I would like to have one. I'm just not really feeling Wellesley.
Adam: You're not feeling Wellesley. That's your mind at work?
Colby: Get a grip, Dad. I don't want to go there, and it's not the only college in the country.
Adam: It's one of the best colleges in the country.
Colby: Yes, and I'm a Chandler. I got the memo.
Adam: How long does it take you to find a trailer hitch?
Colby: Dad, I got to go.
Adam: No, no, no, no, we're not done here.
Colby: Dad, thank you for everything -- for the letters, the visits, the phone calls to the trustees. You've been great, but I have been doing some research on schools that I applied to, and I just think that they're kind of lacking.
Adam: Lacking? Lacking in what? What aren't you telling me?
Colby: Nothing, Dad.
Adam: You showed me pictures of field hockey matches and sorority houses. Don't play games with me, Colby, because you won't win.
Colby: I like it here.
Adam: You like it in Pine Valley?
Colby: Yeah, I like volunteering at the hospital, and I like being close to my family and friends.
Adam: There are all kinds of hospitals that you can volunteer to, and I'll fly you home any time you'd like.
Colby: I applied to PVU, and I got in, and that's where I'm going to go.
Adam: Like hell it is.
J.R.: This is so stupid, Babe. Just spit it out, admit it -- you don't want me here.
Babe: Little A really does have a cold and a slight fever. Here, you can look at it yourself. J.R., I'm sick and tired of fighting with you.
J.R.: Yeah, I've heard that so many times. Probably have some T-shirts made up.
Babe: Yeah, we could.
J.R.: Look, I'm not going to mention that night anymore, not until I can prove myself right, and you can look me in the eye and believe me.
Babe: But that's just it, J.R. I don't know if I ever will.
Adam: Why on earth would you settle for PVU?
Colby: I just want to, ok?
Adam: Oh, well, there's a vibrant argument.
Colby: They have all the classes I want, and it's in state, so the tuition is cheaper.
Adam: Well, that's the first time in history you've ever worried about spending my money.
Colby: I worry, ok? I worry about a lot of things.
Adam: Hiding in Pine Valley isn't going to help that.
Colby: Dad, I'm not hiding. I worry about J.R. and Jenny and school. And I worry about you.
Adam: Me? Why? Whatever for?
Colby: I don't want to leave you alone, ok?
Adam: Sweetheart, I'm not -- I'm not helpless. Didn't you see the article about me in the "Pine Valley Herald" last week? "Adam Chandler is not a shark. He eats sharks for breakfast."
Colby: Dad, look at yourself. You haven't eaten any sharks this morning. You're still in your pajamas. And you haven't been ok in a while.
Adam: I'm fine! I am fine, damn it.
Colby: Dad, you're usually up and ready in a suit by 7:00 every morning.
Adam: Oh, well, one day I happen to sleep in, and I catch hell for it?
Colby: You didn't sleep last night, did you?
Adam: Oh, don't be ridiculous.
Colby: I heard you, Dad. You were walking the halls all night long.
Adam: All right, so I have a bad night. That makes me -- that means I'm falling apart, does it?
Colby: Well, you had another heart thing when I was kidnapped.
Adam: Well, that was nothing. I was worried about you, sweetheart.
Colby: Let someone else worry about you for a change.
Adam: No, I --
Colby: I mean, come on, Dad. Here I am wanting to help you.
Adam: I am fine, damn it!
Colby: I am trying to love you. Don't you get it? Love you -- not boss you around, not tell you what to do. So just stop being a shark-eating Chandler for five minutes and accept my help.
Erica: I have to admit I didn't expect you to come so quickly after I called.
Samuel: I was curious and I was concerned.
Erica: Well, of course, you were concerned. If things had turned out differently for me, you would've been attached to a very high-profile tragedy -- bye-bye, U.S. Senate.
Samuel: That's what you think of me?
Erica: You have no idea, Mr. Woods. Although Jack did tell me that from time to time you did appear to be concerned about my safety.
Samuel: Well, that was just on the advice of my campaign manager. Apparently, compassion is rating very high in the polls this year.
Erica: Sense of humor, too. I may have to vote for you myself. Oh, sorry -- convicted felon.
Samuel: Erica, I have a schedule.
Erica: Of course.
Samuel: So, what can I do for you?
Erica: Carmen Morales.
Samuel: Your partner in the great escape?
Erica: She's innocent. She doesn't belong in here.
Samuel: And you'd like me to do what, exactly?
Erica: I'd like you to get her out of jail. Isn't what they do for innocent people?
Angie: You're not moving out of here. Not yet.
Frankie: Last I checked, I had a job and a life.
Jesse: Last I checked, we were still your parents.
Frankie: Way to slip back in there, Dad.
Angie: Look, can I help it if I want to keep my men close to me, just for a little while?
Jesse: Come on, Frankie, we set a plate for you. There's plenty.
Frankie: Sorry, guys. I got to jet back to the hospital. I got an extra shift to pick up. Got to eat and run.
Jesse: You know, maybe I should get my medical degree. You know, white doctor coat and the stethoscope, the whole nine.
Angie: I'd like to see that.
Jesse: No, I'm serious. We could sit around all day and talk about blood pressure and vital signs.
Frankie: [Groans] I don't know about that one, Dad.
Jesse: You wound me, son, to the core. Come on, I got to find something to keep me out of trouble.
Angie: You'll find something.
Jesse: Yeah, movie star or male model.
Frankie: See, now you're fooling.
Angie: Forget him. It sounds sexy to me, baby.
Frankie: Your son is in the room.
Jesse: I think I'm more suited for, what, sales type of guy? What am I talking about? I got a wife and a son. You're both doctors. I'm going to kick back, chill, let you all bring home the bacon. I'm going to let you be my sugar mommy. How's that?
Frankie: Or you could go back to the force.
Angie: I see you want your butt whipped.
Jesse: Being a cop is my past. This -- you and your mother -- is my future.
Frankie: Why can't you have both?
Angie: The same reason I don't want him digging around the closed Papel case. We lost your father for 20 years because of his career. We're not taking that chance again.
Frankie: But it's what Dad loves to do. That's obvious.
Angie: How was your last shift? Any challenging patients?
Frankie: Mom, come on. What else is Dad going to do if it's not going to be some cop/detective thing?
Angie: It's just too risky.
Frankie: Mom, every job has risks.
Jesse: Frankie, there is no job that is more important to me than you and your mother, all right?
Frankie: But it's not just about the job to you, is it Dad? Oh, shucks, I'm late. I got to run back to the hospital. I'll see you later.
Angie: I'll be there soon. Frankie's right.
Jesse: No, he's not.
Angie: No, you can't hide it, Jesse.
Jesse: What? How much I love you?
Angie: No, you love your work. It's who you are.
Jesse: Stop it, stop it. You are not going to lose me again. I am never, never, never going to lose you again.
[Knock on door]
Erica: Carmen Morales does not belong here. She was wrongly accused, wrongly prosecuted.
Samuel: So now you're, what, practicing law?
Erica: No. If I were, she wouldn't be in here.
Samuel: Erica, I put people in jail. Now, I specialize in prosecuting the guilty, not liberating the innocent.
Erica: But Carmen Morales is not guilty. And now the prosecuting attorneys are trying to use her escape against her. Now they're adding on extra time to the already ridiculous charges that landed her here.
Samuel: She did escape. She stole an officer's loaded gun. She put people's lives in jeopardy.
Erica: Whose, mine? I'm working to secure her release. Her public defender was an idiot. I'm trying to get her a better lawyer.
Samuel: And that's admirable.
Erica: This is not about me. This is about a gross miscarriage of justice. And wouldn't Senator Samuel Woods -- wouldn't he be the champion of the little people? Wouldn't he want to do something about that?
Samuel: Erica --
Erica: Please believe me. It seems to me that you are the one who says that you fight for those who can't fight for themselves. Why is it that politicians always spout these grand ideas exactly when it's time for an interview or an election, but they are the first to cave the minute it takes action? Didn't you tell me that you're different? Didn't you say that you were a man of action?
Samuel: Yes, I am. And I also understand you've got to pick your battles carefully. I understand how the justice system works -- slowly, and sometimes unjustly. And maybe that's the case with your friend Ms. Morales. Maybe she was in the wrong place with the wrong man at the wrong time.
Erica: And so that's it? You're just going to throw up your hands and go along with the status quo? You told me, Mr. Woods, that you are a champion of justice. Get justice for Carmen Morales. Get her released.
Jesse: Robert. Good to see you, man.
Robert: I hope this isn't a bad time, is it?
Jesse: Not at all. Come on in.
Robert: Thank you very much.
Jesse: What's up?
Robert: Well, you know that movie deal I was telling you about. You know, it looks like that's fallen through.
Jesse: Well, that's -- sorry to hear that.
Robert: Yeah, well, they say it happens out there all the time, so -- anyway, it gives me a chance to get on with my life, I guess, huh?
Angie: Oops, that's my cue to get to the hospital. See you later, baby.
Jesse: All right, gorgeous. Hey, don't worry. I'm going to clean all this up. You know, I got to earn my keep.
Angie: All right, have a good day.
Jesse: You, too, baby.
Jesse: So, can I get you something -- juice, coffee?
Robert: No, I'm fine, thank you.
Jesse: You know, actually, I'm kind of glad you stopped by.
Robert: Really? Why?
Jesse: Yeah, I wanted to pick your brain about something.
Robert: Oh, sure. What -- what can I do?
Jesse: I don't think the guy that you shot was the same guy that stole 20 years of my life.
Samuel: Interesting. All this energy on someone else's behalf. Not what I would've expected from you.
Erica: Spare me the flattery. Please just do this for me.
Samuel: Carmen's boyfriend and his mother still aren't talking, so that means technically she's still an accessory to a federal bank robbery.
Erica: He told her he was taking her on a cruise, for God's sake.
Samuel: Well, as I said, sometimes the system is imperfect.
Erica: The system is broken, and it's about time that somebody step up to the plate and fix it.
Samuel: Welcome to my world, Erica. That's what I've been trying to do most of my adult life. Now, the question is, do you want to listen or do you want to fight me?
Erica: All right. But I was able to arrange a decent plea deal while Carmen is facing 10 to 20 years, or maybe more now. And that's just not right.
Samuel: You really care about this woman?
Erica: Will you help her?
Samuel: I'm scared to think of what you might do if I say no. You and all those crazy fans you got out there who keep bugging my office for your release.
Erica: Can I take that as a yes?
Samuel: No, it's not a yes. It's a definite maybe. No promises.
Erica: All right, it's a start.
Samuel: Ok, here's how it works. There's the court of law -- now, that's my department. And then there is the court of public opinion, and that's your department.
Erica: What are you suggesting?
Samuel: I'm suggesting you could raise a little hell on your own.
Babe: There is no happily ever after for us. We have been to the wars too many times before.
J.R.: All I know is we keep coming back to each other.
Babe: Yeah, well, that doesn't mean that it's right.
J.R.: [Sighs] Babe, how many times have we done this? How many times? How many times have I pushed you away? How many times have you run?
Babe: And how many times have I lost complete faith in you?
J.R.: Oh, hello? You have marked some points down for that, too.
Babe: Yeah, I know. I know, but I can't do this, J.R. We are a disaster area.
J.R.: You bet your ass we are. And you try to fit us into a neat, little box, but we're a mess! We're dirty.
Babe: Yeah, well, maybe I can't handle dirty anymore. Maybe I want calm and normal and relaxed.
J.R.: Yeah, until when? Until you're bored? Babe, you're like a bottle rocket. You soar and then you explode. Me? I'm a jerk. And you're the only one who has ever gotten me. And, God help me, I can't get you out of my life even if I wanted to.
J.R.: I love you. And you love me. I want you to look at me. I want you to look at me and tell me, even when you want to kill me, that you don't love me. You can't.
Babe: And that's my curse.
J.R.: It doesn't have to be a curse, Babe. We could rebuild this.
Babe: And what if we ruin whatever we have left by trying?
J.R.: That'll never happen. It may take 10 years to get us back, but I'll wait.
Babe: And then what happens? J.R., then what happens? You know, things are going along just fine -- they're hot, they're sexy and fun, and I fall in love with you all over again.
J.R.: And I screw up.
Babe: Pretty much.
J.R.: What if I don't?
Babe: I don't even know a world where we don't screw it up.
Babe: I can't. It's not possible.
Babe: Because it just can't happen.
J.R.: Then why don't you tell me why?
Babe: Because you're Adam Chandler's son, that's why.
Adam: I'm counting the silver when you leave!
Colby: Why are you being such a jerk?
Adam: Why are you second-guessing what I do in my own home?
Colby: Dad, this is my home, too.
Adam: Well, then that gives you the right to tell me how I feel?
Colby: Look at yourself, Dad. You're tired, you're pale, and you've been acting weird since Krystal moved out.
Adam: I am fine without that woman!
Colby: Dad, are you ok?
Adam: I'm -- I'm fine, I'm --
Colby: Dad, you don't look fine.
Adam: Just get me some water.
Colby: You know, I am just going to call your doctor right now.
Adam: No, I just need -- I need to sit.
Colby: Krystal! Krystal, come quick!
Adam: No, I'm fine, I'm fine. I just don't --
Krystal: What? What?
Colby: There's something wrong with Dad.
Adam: Just go away. Go away, I'm fine.
Krystal: Call 911.
Adam: Come on, just leave me alone.
Krystal: Adam, now, just hush now. Don't say a word. Just relax.
Krystal: Don't speak. Adam. Just sit there.
Adam: I don't need you. I don't need you. Go away.
Krystal: Would you just sit down and hush?
Krystal: Adam -- Adam, don't get up. No, no, please, relax. You got to take it easy.
Adam: I'm feeling better all ready.
Krystal: Adam Chandler, what did I tell you?
Colby: Just let them help you, Dad.
Adam: Just leave me alone, leave me.
Krystal: The more you fight, the more we're going to ride you.
EMT: So, what happened?
Adam: My daughter overreacted, that's what happened.
Colby: He's having a hard time breathing.
EMT: Sir, we need to check your blood pressure.
Adam: No, no, you don't.
Krystal: Adam, would you stop? Stop being a horse's ass. Now you need help. You're in trouble.
Colby: Dad, I would listen to her.
Adam: I'm fine.
Krystal: Adam, you are going to accept help, or you are going to wish this was your only problem. That's what I thought.
EMT: We're going to need to take you to the hospital, sir.
J.R.: Yes. Adam Chandler is my father. And you know how I feel about him.
Babe: But that doesn't mean that he's not still a part of you.
J.R.: You're a bigger part of me.
Babe: I'm not so sure about that.
J.R.: I left my family business. I moved back in the house to find out what happened to my little sister. My father -- he hands me the olive branch, and I cut it off every time! What else do you want from me?
J.R.: I don't want to be my father. That's my nightmare.
Babe: Or your destiny.
J.R.: Thank you very much.
Babe: J.R., I am not saying this to put you down, ok? I'm not. But we're all a part of where we come from, you know? From the people who have brought us up, and Tad -- Tad taught you all the good things. He taught you the sweet and funny and loving parts of you that I love so much. And then Adam -- he gave you everything else. He gave you the lies and the need to control everything, and the monster who once tried to kill me.
J.R.: I just -- I just wish once that you would believe me. That you'd just look at me and believe that I've changed. That I'm not my father's son. I wish that you would take that chance, you'd take that leap, instead of jumping all over the worst parts of me, you'd try to find the best, and if you could take that chance, if you could just really just take that chance -- imagine what we could do.
Krystal: Breaker, breaker 1-9. Oh, and then, those truckers had Winnie up in the air and she was just crowd surfing like a beach ball.
Colby: I just can't picture Dad and karaoke.
Krystal: Oh, yeah, yeah. Hey, maybe I ought to have those truckers crash your place again, Adam. How'd you like that?
Colby: Listen, I don't think we should be upsetting my dad right now.
Krystal: Don't worry, I'm not upsetting him.
Colby: How's he doing?
EMT: His heart rate's dropping. That's a good sign.
Krystal: Well, it takes Adam awhile to come around, but he gets it eventually. Don't you? You want to arm wrestle? Bring it on, buddy.
Jesse: Well, there's no doubt this Raphael guy was dirty, but head man in charge? Doesn't add up.
Robert: What makes you think that?
Jesse: Gut feeling I have.
Robert: My gut's been wrong more often than it's been right.
Jesse: Yeah. I feel I need to find some real proof, you know? A paper trail, a witness.
Robert: Offshore accounts weren't enough?
Jesse: It doesn't make sense. I mean, anybody could have set Raphael up to take the fall. Say, for instance, the real Papel.
Robert: The real Papel? Jesse, I think you need to worry less about the man and more about the information.
Jesse: Like why they were after me in the first place?
Jesse: Yeah, honestly, I have no idea.
Robert: There must be something you're missing.
Jesse: Yeah, been trying to figure that one out since all of this started, man.
Robert: And you're not any closer, huh?
Jesse: I'm as clueless today as I was 20 years ago. I can't stop thinking about it. It's all I think about.
Doctor: All right, what have we got?
EMT: 45-year-old male, police officer from an MVA. He got T-boned while pursuing a suspect.
Angie: All right, let's get a trauma panel and get him up to CAT scan. And first get a unit of O-negative, and then type across six units. Frankie?
Doctor: I've got this one.
Woman: Patrick, no, oh, my God!
Nurse: You need to stand back, ma'am.
Woman: He's my husband!
Doctor: I think we're looking at an injury to the spleen.
Officer: It's going to be ok.
Woman: What happened?
Doctor: Let's get an exam down here first.
Man's voice: We were in pursuit of this mugger. The guy wouldn't slow down.
Woman's voice: 19 years on the force, and barely a scratch.
Doctor: Nurse, vital signs are --
Man's voice: Look, he's going to be ok, right?
Nurse: Ma'am, you need to stand back and let us work.
Woman's voice: 19 years on the force.
Doctor: Get it wide open for now, and he's going to need a Foley.
Woman's voice: Help him, please!
Angie: I can't help but picture.
Frankie: I know, Mom. That could be Dad.
Krystal: Look, for once, Adam, just zip it, would you?
Adam: Colby, call your brother.
Colby: Ok, I'm on it.
Krystal: Adam, when you get better, you are going to owe me big-time, you know that?
Adam: I'm -- I'm sorry.
Krystal: Hush, hush, all right? Would you hush? I swear, I should have taken that silver. I heard you.
Adam: Krystal, I love you.
Krystal: I -- I know. I know.
Babe: You know what, J.R., I look at my mother, and she's such a beautiful, strong, smart woman, and I see how Adam makes her lose her mind. I mean, she has this -- this great life with Tad, and he just -- he just seems to suck her back in.
J.R.: Yeah. Tad's great. But for Krystal -- he's safe. Is that what you want, Babe? You want to be safe? Because the girl that I met on that pier in San Diego was nothing like that.
Babe: I can't go down that road again, J.R. I just -- I can't do it. I'm not going to do it.
J.R.: I won't be my father. I'll win this fight.
Babe: Well, for your sake, I hope that you can.
J.R.: Yeah? What about yours?
J.R.: Yeah, hello? Colby? Just, just, slow down, slow down for a second. Ok, I'm on my way.
J.R.: My father's on his way to the E.R.
Erica: So, you're suggesting that I publicize Carmen's plight in some way.
Samuel: You could.
Erica: You realize, of course, that my TV show has been canceled.
Samuel: You seem to be able to drum up news pretty well without your syndicated soapbox.
Erica: It's intriguing.
Samuel: Those that affect public opinion often have more power than those who write the law.
Erica: From the book of Samuel Woods?
Samuel: No, actually that's Abraham Lincoln. And from what I hear, he freed a few people, too.
Erica: You know, actually, we could do this together.
Samuel: How so?
Erica: I could drum up public opinion for Carmen's case, and you could be my mouthpiece.
Samuel: I'll pass on that. Somehow the image of a little ventriloquist and her little dummy sitting on her lap just came to my head.
Erica: Oh, come on, don't be so sensitive. Think of the headlines. I mean, here is this woman you put in here because she was found guilty. And yet she opens your eyes to the plight of the innocent person, the innocent woman who needs to be set free. You become the champion of the disenfranchised, of the unrepresented.
Samuel: It's a little long for a headline, don't you think?
Erica: Will you help me on this, Mr. Woods?
Samuel: I'll help you on one condition. You start calling me by my first name.
Erica: Well, time is up, Samuel. I better go, before I turn into a pumpkin -- too late, I already am.
Angie: You want your father to be happy.
Frankie: And you want him to be safe.
Angie: I think you and I want both those things.
Frankie: I just can't see Dad as anything but a cop.
Angie: He'll find something. He has to find something.
Jesse: Damn it, man. Why can't I let it go? Why -- why can't I just walk away from this? You know, you'd think that looking at my wife and kid would be enough.
Robert: It's hard to walk away from the only life you know.
Jesse: Being a cop, trying to find out who did this to me, huh?
Robert: Look, Jesse, now -- you got a life now, all right? Enjoy it.
Jesse: I'm not sure I know how to do that.
Angie: Why can't I get your father to see that this is enough? That we're enough?
Frankie: Then he wouldn't be Dad, would he?
Angie: Probably not.
Frankie: You know, when I was growing up, you told me all about Dad -- the hero, brave, strong, honest, fighting for you, his friends. People he didn't even know. I grew up wanting to be like him. Still do.
Angie: Oh, sweetheart, you're more like him than you realize. It's just, we've lost so much time all ready.
Jesse: These guys that were after me, they got a 20-year head start on me. And if this guy Raphael was the head honcho, the answer was probably buried with him.
Robert: What, did you remember something?
Jesse: Or buried somewhere else with me.
Robert: What do you mean, the secret's buried with you?
Jesse: Well, I had a funeral, man, and at that funeral there was a coffin. And that coffin was buried.
Robert: And you are thinking --
Jesse: What was in the coffin? Or who was in the coffin?
Robert: Time to dig you up.
Robert: Uh-huh. Well, I'm sure the police will want --
Jesse: Nope, nope, no police.
Robert: Well, why not?
Jesse: I have a feeling the cops, man -- I kind of think the cops might have been involved.
Robert: Yeah, you want to keep it quiet. No, that makes sense.
Robert: Yeah. What do you think might be in that box?
Jesse: I don't know. Something important enough to keep me on the run for 20 years, or it could be nothing. But either way, I'm going to find out.
Robert: Well, I hope you know you can trust me, because I am as anxious as you are to find out what is in that box.
Babe: Your dad, J.R. -- what's wrong with him?
J.R.: I don't know. I have to go.
Babe: No, wait, wait.
J.R.: Why -- what -- who are you calling?
Babe: I'm calling Winifred to watch Little A. I'm coming with you.
Angie: What have we got?
Krystal: He had some sort of attack. He -- he fainted. He had trouble breathing, I don't know.
Colby: It's ok, Dad, they're going to fix you right up.
Frankie: All right, Mr. Chandler, can you hear me? We're going to run some simple tests to find out what's going on with you, ok? All right, what's his O2 sat?
Krystal: Angie, Angie, come here. What is wrong with him?
Angie: Well, we don't know anything yet.
Krystal: But you have some idea, right? Is it serious? Tell me.
Angie: Krystal, Krystal, we won't know anything --
Krystal: Angie, please, you have to save him, ok? Please don't let him die.
>> On the next "All My Children" --
Adam: This was all a colossal waste of time.
Angie: Adam, shut your mouth while I find out if you're dying
Greenlee: Proposal accepted -- marriage and coming. Kendall, what's wrong?
Zach (to Aidan): You got something to tell me, you go ahead.
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