AMC Transcript Thursday 8/13/09

All My Children Transcript Thursday 8/13/09


Episode #10186

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[Frankie struggles with the apartment key]

Frankie: Hey, Randi, guess what. I'm getting a whole lot better with this key business.

[Randi stands in their apartment crying]

Madison: I said deal me in!

Dealer: Ma'am, you have no more chips.

Francesca: Is there a problem?

Madison: I'm trying to give your casino some business, and this incompetent won't let me play.

Francesca: Mrs. North, you're out of money.

Madison: So give me a marker. Your boss does it all the time.

Francesca: Mr. Slater's not here right now.

Madison: I'm good for it, ok? I swear. The insurance payout for my husband's death is on its way as we speak.

Francesca: We already talked about this, remember? I called your bank. They won't verify the funds.

Madison: Oh, no? There's a man who will.

Det. Beckett: Dr. Hubbard?

Angie: Yes. Can I help you?

Det. Beckett: Detective Beckett from D.C. I've been heading the Henry North case.

Angie: I thought the North case was closed.

Det. Beckett: That was before we discovered your inquiry. I must tell you, your comments on the autopsy made for interesting reading. I was hoping we could go over your findings in further detail.

Angie: Uh, yeah. I'll find a room where we can talk.

Jake: Honey. What are you doing here?

Amanda: I'm just saying hi.

Jake: Is that right?

Amanda: Yeah. What, the -- the wife can't say hello to the husband?

Jake: No, no, the husband's very happy to see the wife. In fact, you ever play "Seven minutes in heaven"?

Amanda: No. Jake, what are you doing?

Jake: Oh, Amanda, what are you doing?

Opal: Who is the cutest little sprout in the whole wide world, huh? I'll give you one guess. I'll give you one guess. You know who it is? It's you! Yes, it is!

Tad: I thought I was the cutest little sprouty in the world.

Opal: Well, you were in the day, but now there's nothing little about you. Yes, look at you. Look at you.

Tad: Thanks, Ma. Thanks a heap.

Opal: Be sure to put in an extra blanket.

Tad: Hey, look, you just flirt with the baby, ok? I got the blankets covered and the binkies and the clothes. Everything's fine.

Taylor: Where'd you get all this stuff anyway?

Tad: Well, I didn't anything should be traced back to us, so I basically raided the baby section at the Goodwill. What do you think, huh? A little too Zorro for him? Thank God we don't have to put him in a dress anymore.

Taylor: Tad, are we doing the right thing?

Tad: Yeah, of course, we are. Sure. I mean, thanks to Mom, we have this great plan, and it's gonna work. Right? Taylor?

Taylor: Yes. Of course, it'll work. I don't know what I'm thinking.

Tad: Well, how come you're acting like we're all gonna walk the plank?

Taylor: I've just -- I've gotten so used to having Trevor around.

Tad: You do know that eventually we would've had to give him back, right?

Taylor: I know. Just that now that it's here... not so sure I can say good-bye.

Amanda: Jake --

Jake: Amanda. Well, it's good we're on a first-name basis. Listen, we're in a hospital. I'm a doctor. I'll take very good care of you. I promise. I promise.

Amanda: Jake -- Jake, please.

Jake: What, what, what? What? What is -- what am I missing?

Amanda: I lied, ok? The reason I came -- there's something you need to know.

Jake: Ok.

Amanda: It's about our son. 

Opal: You're gonna find your way through it. Don't you worry. And this little guy is gonna be happy and safe, and at the end of the day, that's the most important thing. Isn't that right? He's gonna have a wonderful life with Jake and Amanda.

Taylor: Oh, I know. I know that.

Opal: And you know something? You're gonna be just fine, too. And that's the part you may not know. All right, you, you text me when it's time. Ok? I will see you a little bit later, sweetie pie. That's right. I'll see you later. Ok, guys. All right, I'm on my way.

Taylor: It's just a little tough, you know? I'll miss him. I've gotten used to taking care of him all the time and hanging around with you.

Tad: You're not giving me back, are you?

Taylor: Well, I just figured, you know, with the baby gone --

Tad: ...You're -- you're kind of stuck with me.

Taylor: Well, that's good because I've actually gotten my burping technique down perfectly, and I'd hate to waste it.

Tad: Oh, thank God. Give me a shot, would you? I just had some milk. Thank you.

Taylor: There he goes. There he goes. There he goes.

Jesse: I don't like being summoned.

Madison: Trust me, it's important.

Francesca: Mrs. North is upset because she's run out of money.

Madison: Which is preposterous, as you know. Tell her.

Jesse: Tell her what?

Madison: About that benefit that you authorized. Tell her soon I will have more cash than I'll know what to do with.

Francesca: "Soon" is very different from "now." We can't just front her the money, because she swears she's good for it.

Jesse: You're right. I understand. Let's talk.

Madison: Hey -- great. You owe me another drink.

Jesse: Apparently you've had enough of those.

Madison: You're angry.

Jesse: And you're drunk. I have better things to do than run around behind you cleaning up your drunken messes.

Madison: Uh-uh-uh. I'd watch it, Chief. One insult too far, and I might become a little bit chatty. You know how alcohol does that to people.

Jesse: This another threat?

Madison: Just a warning. So if you don't want the whole world to know why your daughter-in-law has such a guilty conscience, I'd help a widow out.

Jesse: I cannot force the insurance company to approve your payout.

Madison: Then what the hell am I supposed to do?

Jesse: Take a nap! And delete my number from your phone.

Francesca: Do you have a minute, Chief Hubbard?

Jesse: Barely. What can I do for you?

Francesca: We recently hired a new head of security, and I was hoping since you were here, you could brief him on emergency protocol?

Jesse: Why not?

Frankie: You ok? Did something happen?

Randi: I lost my baby. That's what happened. Sorry.

Frankie: It was my baby, too.

Randi: I know.

Frankie: Listen, I think you should talk to someone.

Randi: I'm talking to you.

Frankie: A professional, I mean.

Randi: What? Because I'm sad that I had a miscarriage? I think it's pretty normal.

Frankie: Yeah. But if it continues this way, Randi, I'm not sure how healthy it is for you or me.

Randi: Oh, I'm sorry. I should be over this by now, right?

Frankie: No. I'm just trying to help you, and I don't know how. Tell me what to do.

Randi: I can tell you what not to do.

Frankie: Ok. I'm listening.

Randi: Stop pressuring me to get pregnant again as if somehow we could replace the child that we just lost. It doesn't work like that, Frankie.

Frankie: Ok. What else?

Randi: I shouldn't be like this for long.

Frankie: Randi, I love you, and I want you to be whoever you need to be, but I need you to be honest with me. Because you've been hiding things, and it's not just your feelings about the baby. I know there's more.

Randi: I don't know what you're talking about.

Frankie: Yeah, you do. You have a secret with my father, and I want to know what it is.

Tad: Step away from the baby.

Taylor: Seriously, you don't have to, you know?

Tad: I don't have to what?

Taylor: You don't have to hang around now that the baby's going. I know that you have a life to get back to.

Tad: I do?

Taylor: And I have a life I have to start.

Tad: You do know that it's ok for you to breathe every once in a while.

Taylor: No, I don't breathe.

Tad: You don't breathe?

Taylor: I just move forward.

Tad: Why?

Taylor: That's what soldiers do. And sharks, actually, for that matter. My problem is I don't really know where I'm going. Because for a long time I had -- well, I had Brot to distract me from being discharged, and then I had Trevor to distract me from Brot.

Tad: And where exactly did I fit into this neat little pachinko puzzle?

Taylor: Well, you were an added bonus. You were my guide to everything baby. I could not have done it without you.

Tad: That was a bonus?

Taylor: You know, mission's over now, so you're -- hey, you're officially relieved of your duties. You should be happy.

Tad: Taylor, I don't know how to tell you this, but I never considered hanging out with you work.

Taylor: Really?

Tad: Really. I mean, the baby -- he's adorable, but he doesn't hold a candle to you. You never for one second stopped to consider that you were the reason I was spending so much time over here?

Taylor: Well, I mean, I -- I let myself think it, you know, once or twice.

Tad: Well, then maybe you should let yourself think it again and just set a spell. I've been waiting a long time for you.

[Amanda sighs]

Amanda: Opal found out about Trevor.

Jake: How did that happen?

Amanda: She -- she walked in. And Kathy was asking whose --

Jake: Wait. Kathy, too?

Amanda: I know. Taylor brought the baby to Tad's.

Jake: What? And he let them in the house?

Amanda: I know. It was a dumb move altogether.

Jake: This is -- this is the worst thing that could happen. You kidding me? This is supposed to be a big secret. Now everybody -- I mean, the two worst people in town know, except for Hayward, of course. Opal is like the town gossip. Everyone's got one, right? Every single town's got a gossip like that. And Kathy should be called "Little Chatty Kathy" because -- boundaries not included.

Amanda: But, listen, hey, ok? It's ok.

Jake: How is it ok?

Amanda: Because -- because we have a new plan courtesy of Opal. Just hear me out, all right? So Opal does community service at the church, right? Ok. So we all are gonna set it up so that we --

Jake: We -- who's the -- slow -- who's the "we" in the we. What?

Amanda: Well, Tad and Taylor are going to drop Trevor off in a little alley next to the church. Ok? And then Opal is going to happen to find him, take him home, call child services. Tad doing whatever Tad does is going to make sure that Opal gets temporary custody, temporary, you know, foster parent, I guess. And then you and I, devastated, unable to have children -- we swoop in and we adopt a sweet little, beautiful, perfect child, our son,

Jake: Trevor. You hate it?

Jake: No, no. It's not the worst idea in the world, actually.

Amanda: Really? So you're ok with this?

Jake: Well, I didn't -- you know, maybe with some tweaking down the road, you know? We have some time to figure it out.

Amanda: Yeah. Not so much. We're doing this tonight.

Jake: Tonight? What, are you crazy? Have you lost your --

Opal: Are you? You got to keep the decibel down a little bit here, or have you completely forgotten who runs this joint?

Det. Beckett: It's a good thing you looked into that report, Dr. Hubbard. Otherwise, I'm not sure that oversight would've been recognized.

Angie: Well, whatever I can do to help.

Det. Beckett: Is there a problem?

Angie: Oh, no, no. I was focusing -- what happens now?

Det. Beckett: Now DCPD takes over. North was, like you inferred, dead before his car went off that cliff. This accident just turned into a murder investigation. Thanks again.

Angie: Sure.

Det. Beckett: I'll be in touch if we need anything else.

Angie: Sure.

Angie: I'm not even going to ask if you heard all that.

David: Playing detective again, I see. Remind me, how did that work out for you last time?

Angie: You're still here. You do the math.

David: Tell me, Dr. Hubbard, who you trying to railroad this time?

Randi: There is no secret between and your dad. And I don't know where this is coming from.

Frankie: You, him, my mom -- pick one.

Randi: Your mom? What does Angie have to do with anything?

Frankie: She's been noticing things.

Randi: "Things"?

Frankie: About my dad. He's been acting all weird and secretive, and it's been going on for a while now, Randi.

Randi: And you think that I had something to do with it?

[Frankie sighs]

Randi: Oh, my God. And your mother thinks this, too? This really what you guys do in between your physical therapy sessions, huh? You spend time talking about me behind my back?

Frankie: No. But put yourself in my shoes for one second. Randi, it's obvious you've been pulling away from me.

Randi: I've been going through a lot.

Frankie: And I get that. But it's also the way you are with my dad. You're always jumping to his defense? I don't know. It's like all of a sudden you guys are super tight!

Randi: So? Why? Is that a problem?

Frankie: No, it's not.

Randi: Jesse has been great to me, especially since the miscarriage.

Frankie: And I'm thankful for that, but this has been going on way before. I'm sorry if this is coming out wrong. I'm not trying to accuse you of anything.

Randi: Yeah, well, it sounds like you're trying to accuse me.

Frankie: I just want you to talk to me.

Randi: Why? It sounds like you and your mom have done enough talking for the both of us. You know, I just wish if you had questions -- I wish you would've just come to me.

Frankie: Yeah, well, I'm coming to you now.

Randi: Yeah, well, now it's too late. I got to get out of here.

Frankie: Wait, Randi. Randi!

Madison: Hello, Mother. Could you put Dad on the phone, please? No, it's not about money. No, I haven't been drinking. Would you just put him on the phone, please?

Frankie: Hi. I'm looking for my father, Jesse Hubbard. The guys down at the station told me he'd be here.

Francesca: Yes. He's with my security chief. He shouldn't be much longer.

Frankie: Thank you.

Francesca: Can I have a waiter bring you a drink?

Frankie: No.

Madison: Get off of me, you idiot!

Dealer: I'm sorry, ma'am, but I didn't want you to fall.

Madison: I'm fine. And for the love of God, stop calling me "Ma'am." Ooh!

Frankie: Ooh.

Madison: Ooh. Oh. If it isn't the chief's gorgeous son. How are you, Frankie?

Frankie: I'm guessing a whole lot better than you.

Madison: Maybe. I think my luck's about to change. Come gamble with me.

Frankie: I don't have time.

Madison: Pretty please? I'll play roulette. Round and round the little ball goes. Where it stops, nobody knows.

Frankie: Maybe some other time.

Madison: Fine. Uh, you wouldn't have any extra cash on you?

Frankie: I don't have extra cash, period.

Madison: Oh, please, you're a doctor. You must be rolling in it. Would you like to roll in it with me, Frankie?

Frankie: Look, I really got to go.

Madison: Party pooper.

Jesse: What the hell's going on with Madison North and you?

Frankie: I got a better question. What's going on with you and my wife?

Angie: Randi, is everything all right?

Randi: No, everything is not all right. Frankie is all in my face about some secret I supposedly have with Jesse. What have you been telling him?

Angie: Now, listen. Come here. Now, I am allowed to speak with my son about whatever I want.

Randi: Not if it's going to ruin my marriage. My husband doesn't trust me, Angie.

Angie: No? Then whose fault is that?

Randi: Yours.

Angie: No, Randi. Something is going on here.

Randi: Yeah, and it's called mourning. My God, have you no idea what's going on? I should be having cravings, and I should have a baby bump, and instead, I have nothing.

Angie: Yes, Randi, you do -- you do have something. You have Frankie, and you have me and Jesse to lean on.

Randi: With Jesse? Right. Isn't that what got me in the mess in the first place -- leaning on Jesse? What, was I defending him too much? Don't worry. I'll be sure to keep my distance.

Angie: Randi, that is not what I want.

Randi: Just stop! Ok? Stop talking about me. Stop getting in Frankie's ear. Just keep your conspiracy theories to yourself.

Jake: I'm just not -- I'm not comfortable with this. I'm --

Amanda: But you said it was a good idea.

Opal: He did?

Jake: He did not. Well, yes, a good idea for the future. Not -- tonight? You want to do this tonight? Honestly?

Amanda: What other choice do we have? Too many people know.

Jake: Because of my idiot brother.

Opal: Oh, don't go blaming your brother, now.

Jake: He should have sent Taylor away the minute he saw her standing at the door.

Opal: Everybody was doing the best they could in an impossible situation.

Jake: What is impossible about the situation? The baby was fine where the baby was.

Amanda: We don't know that, Jake. A million people could've come by Taylor's and seen the baby.

Jake: Who? Who's gonna stop by Taylor's house?

Amanda: Admit it, Jake, there are a million things that could've gone wrong while we waited months to fake a standard adoption. And this way, everything goes faster, and it just would make it so much better for everyone involved.

Jake: What does that mean? What -- "everybody"?

Amanda: It's -- it's Taylor. I mean, she -- she's gotten really attached lately and -- now, don't get me wrong. I really appreciate everything she's done keeping our secret and keeping Trevor safe. But I just -- I don't know. It just freaks me out a little.

Opal: Well, the truth is it was a risky plan from the get-go. Then again, what isn't risky when it comes to Dr. Dave?

Amanda: We do this tonight, and it'll all be over.

Opal: Yeah. You can pack up your troubles in your old kit bag.

Jake: Don't be packing any suitcase yet, Opal. I --

Amanda: Please, Jake, I need you on board with this.

Jake: All right. All right, I'm on board.

Opal: Oh, good. He's on board.

Jake: Yeah, I'm on board. I'm on board. Do I have a choice? This is my girl. I promised her a family. I mean, I'm a man of my word. I'm gonna deliver. I'm on board.

[Knock on door]

Tad: Hey. You've been filled in, right?

Jake: Oh, yeah.

Amanda: Opal's at the hospital now waiting for your text. Hi, sweetheart! Mommy's missed you.

Taylor: Yay.

Amanda: Guess what. We are going to be together really, really soon.

Jake: May I have a word with you?

Tad: Sure. You can have a whole sentence.

Jake: Thanks. Ok, so, I guess I should be thanking you for this great, uh, plan?

Tad: Jake, what do you want me to say? Ok, we ran into a pickle, and Opal had this good idea. So?

Jake: Ok. I'm sure it's good. I'm sure it's great. I just didn't realize that we're gonna be doing it at lightning speed.

Tad: We're not doing it at lightning speed. It's gonna be fine, ok? I give you my word.

Jake: Oh, ok. Then sure. No problem. Can you tell me what it is? I mean, can you just walk me through it?

Tad: I thought Amanda already did that.

Jake: Yeah, but can you do it...

Tad: Ok, I tell you what. Why don't you tell me what's got your knickers in a knot?

Jake: Oh, jeez. I don't know. Maybe that Social Services could descend upon us at any time.

Tad: It's not gonna happen. Ok? I told you I'm on top of it. My contact is competent.

Jake: Oh, your contact?

Tad: Breathe.

Jake: It's not about breathing. It's not about exhaling. Look, I need some guarantees. This is my family we're talking about. My family.

Amanda: I love you so much, and guess what. I have a surprise for you. No more pink dresses ever again.

Taylor: Yay.

Amanda: Oh, want to? Thank you again for taking such good care of him.

Taylor: Well, I know a way you can repay me. Once you officially adopt him, maybe I could visit every once in a while, you know, just hang out. If that's ok with you?

Amanda: Of course.

Taylor: Yay! Then I get to see you.

Opal: Hey. I heard what happened to you and Frankie, poor dears. There's nothing worse than losing a child. I had a daughter: Jenny. She was older than a baby when God took her, though. We had some wonderful years together.

Randi: I'm sorry.

Opal: Thank you.

Randi: You know, when I hear stories like that, I feel I should be grateful that my baby died before we actually bonded.

Opal: Oh, that is a lot of horse pucky.

Randi: Isn't it?

Opal: Yeah.

Randi: Even though we never met, still, I loved that baby so much. And I miss my baby every day.

Opal: Of course, you do. Of course, you do, and you know it hurts so much right now. You just got to try to let all of that go and start to move on.

Randi: What if I can't? What if I can't move on? What if this is it?

Opal: No, this isn't it. This isn't it. I know it feels that way right now, but, no, sirree. You have got a bright and beautiful future in front of you, honey.

Randi: How would you know?

Opal: Well, I know these things. That's what I do. I sense things. If you want to know something more concrete, I can take a look at your palm here. Hmm. Yeah, I see some loss, death even. That's probably the miscarriage.

[Randi remembers clobbering Henry]

Opal: But, uh, right here, this means that the fog is lifted.

Randi: Really?

Opal: Yeah, yeah. Something good is coming your way and soon. You just got to have faith.

Randi: Do you think that --

Opal: What?

Randi: Do you think it might be another baby?

Frankie: Both Mom and I think you're hiding something and that Randi's somehow involved.

Jesse: Frankie, I really don't have time to discuss this with you right now.

Frankie: Hey, make time. What the hell is going on, Dad?

Jesse: I'm gonna tell you what I told your mother. I'm doing what needs to be done.

Frankie: What does that mean?

Jesse: And as far as Randi is concerned, you need to cut her a little slack, son. She just lost a baby.

Frankie: Our baby.

Jesse: My bad. You're right. Your baby. Which is why you should be home right now instead of here. You should be taking care of your wife.

Frankie: You're really just gonna ignore me on this?

Jesse: Yeah. So unless there's something else, I got a job to get back to.

Madison: Hey, did you know about this?

Jesse: What now?

Madison: I just got off the phone with my insurance company.

Jesse: Let me guess -- problem with the payout?

Madison: Oh, there is no payout. It seems DCPD has reopened the investigation into Henry's death.

Jesse: That's impossible. The case was closed.

Madison: Well, not anymore. If I don't get my 10 mil, my life is over. And that means yours and Randi's are, too.

Opal: Don't you worry about a thing, sweet pea. Everything is gonna turn out just fine.

Randi: You sound so sure of it.

Opal: I am sure. It's all right there in the palm of your hand. You taking off?

Randi: Yeah. There's somewhere I should really be right now.

[Phone beeps -- Opal's text reads: 10 minutes ... in the alley]

Joe: Opal.

Opal: Uh, Joe.

Joe: Yeah. Wait, wait. Something I said?

Opal: Uh, no, no. I'm just in a rush. You know how I am when I got ants in my pants.

Joe: Right. Yeah.

Opal: So --

Joe: Hold on, hold on. There's something I wanted to ask your opinion on.

Opal: My opinion? About what?

Joe: You feeling all right?

Opal: Just peachy keen, but I -- I got to go.

Joe: You know, any heart palpitations? Nausea? Dizziness?

Opal: No, no, and no. I'm fine.

Joe: I see. Well, you come along with me. I'm gonna get you set up for an exam.

Opal: Joe, no! I -- I can't.

Joe: Opal, Opal, listen to me. The way your heart's been acting this past year, I do not want to take any chances.

Opal: But you don't understand.

Joe: No buts. No buts! You're coming with me.

Opal: Joe, I --

Joe: Come on. Come on.

Angie: Randi.

Randi: Not now.

Angie: Randi, listen, I am sorry about before.

Randi: I can't do this, ok? God, I am so stupid.

Angie: What happened?

Randi: I let Opal read my palm, and I shouldn't have.

Angie: Why not?

Randi: Because it's bad luck, and as if I need any more of that right now. I got to go.

Angie: Randi, wait a min --

Jake: Ok. So, now, remind me again what we're doing here.

Amanda: This is our alibi for when Trevor is found so that when David gets all suspicious about the mystery church baby, he'll know that we had nothing to do with it.

Jake: Ok. And he will know that how?

Amanda: Because we would've been in the hospital the whole time.

Jake: Ok. But what if he has a meeting or he's in a consultation or something? How -- you know, who knows if he'll actually see us?

Amanda: I do. Because I checked his schedule, and it just so happens that he should be out of surgery right about -- bingo.

Jake: Well, this should be fun.

David: I thought you were off duty.

Amanda: We're here to look into fertility treatments.

Jake: Yeah.

David: Really?

Jake: Well, we haven't made up our minds yet. We just want more information.

Amanda: Well, I've made up my mind. You haven't?

Jake: Well, we only found out that we can't have kids of our own. I think we should wrap our heads around that, and then, you know, just be careful not to jump into any old treatment.

Amanda: So -- so you're saying that you want me to go back to that shrink again?

Jake: What?

Amanda: Well, at least have the guts to admit it, Jake. God.

Jake: Us. I was saying "us." We should go back to the shrink -- therapist.

Amanda: So now I'm not mentally fit enough to have a child. Is that what you're saying?

Jake: Whoa, whoa, whoa. I never said anything like that.

Amanda: You didn't have to.

Jake: Can we not do this in front of him, please? Please?

Amanda: Better idea -- why don't we not do it at all.

Jake: Wait a second.

Amanda: Go to hell!

David: Boy, that went well.

Jake: Shut up, Dave.

Tad: Taylor, enough's enough. Look -- no, no, no, no. Please, he's got a blankie and binkie. He's got, like, 18 pairs of -- his feet are gonna sweat.

Taylor: It's breezy.

Tad: Go over there. Step over there. Ok? Kid, you're on your own.

Taylor: I got a bad feeling about this.

Tad: Would you stop? Ok. Tell it to take a hike.

Taylor: What if something goes wrong?

Tad: Nothing is gonna go wrong. We are golden, ok? I texted Mom, and she is gonna be here in, like, three minutes.

Taylor: Three minutes? Three minutes? What are we supposed to do, just leave him here?

Tad: Of course, we're not gonna leave him. We're gonna be right over there: 15 feet away, around the corner. We're gonna keep one eye on the kid at all times. All right? Ok?

[Trevor lies in a bassinet on the church steps alone]

Frankie: What happened to you?

Angie: Randi paid me a visit at the hospital, and we got into this huge fight.

Frankie: Us, too. And I topped it off by going to see Dad.

Angie: Well, I take it you had about as much luck as I did.

Frankie: He told me to mind my own business, then practically kicked me out of the casino.

Angie: The casino?

Frankie: Yeah. He was there meeting with some security team or something. But you know what? Madison North was there.

Angie: Oh, yes, of course, she was.

Frankie: Yeah. Anyway, I confronted him, and I got nothing. But the way he just shut down like that, whatever's going on is bigger than we thought.

Angie: Frankie, I'm afraid it's only going to get worse.

Frankie: Why?

Angie: They've reopened the North investigation, calling it a possible homicide. If Jesse had something to do with this --

Frankie: See, I don't think it's a question of "if" anymore. Somehow Dad was involved with the D.A.'s murder.

Angie: What other explanation is there?

Frankie: Damn. It doesn't make any sense, though. I mean, I know Dad had issues with North, but murder? Not a chance.

Angie: What if he's not the one who committed the murder? What if he's protecting the woman who did?

Jesse: Doesn't make sense. I thought everybody was satisfied with the accidental-death report.

Madison: Uh-huh. Apparently, not everyone. Some doctor at Pine Valley Hospital called the autopsy report into question. Police followed up, and here we are.

Jesse: "Some doctor"? Do you have a name for this -- never mind. I already know who it is.

Madison: Let me guess -- your wife? Because whatever story you told her about that night she doesn't believe, and now she's starting to dig.

Jesse: This is not the time or the place.

Madison: I am disappointed in you, Chief Hubbard. I mean, you're a professional. You should really be able to cover your tracks better than this.

Angie: After Randi lost the baby, Jesse was so upset. He said everything he did was for the baby. I asked him what he meant, and he -- he shut down.

Frankie: Yeah. Randi and Dad have been so secretive, and there's definitely something going on there, but killing Henry North? I mean, come on. Randi didn't even know the guy.

Angie: How can you be sure? Look, Frankie, we can't go on like this: The questions, the doubts, the fears. Now, Jesse and his secrets destroyed us once before, and I won't let it happen again. I am going to find your father, and I am going to get some answers.

Jake: You know, you're an ass, Dave.

David: So I've been told.

Jake: Let me ask you something. Do you actually think it's funny that Amanda can't have kids anymore? Is that amusing to you?

David: Absolutely not.

Jake: Well, maybe you're just proud of yourself that your super sperm impregnated my wife, and I can't get the job done. Is that it?

David: That's ridiculous. All right, first off, there's no gloating here, ok? I think it's a horrible tragedy that our child had to die. And I think it's horrible that Amanda can't have any more children. But there are options.

Jake: Good-bye, Dave.

David: What about adoption?

Jake: What about it?

David: My obvious distain for your brother aside, it clearly worked out well for Joe and Ruth. So if you don't want to go the fertility route, why don't you adopt a child just like your parents did with Tad?

Tad: It's no good if anybody sees us.

Taylor: Shouldn't Opal be here by now?

[Footsteps approach then recede]

Tad: Huh? What did I tell you? Right on time.

[Phone rings]

Taylor: [Whispering] Is that her?

Tad: Shh. Mama?

Amanda: Tad, it's Amanda. Opal is stuck with Joe at the hospital. Whatever you do, do not leave the baby.

Tad: Whoa, whoa, whoa. What do you mean, Opal's at the hospital?

[Amanda's baby is gone]

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