All My Children Transcript Monday 6/17/13
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Celia: Stop, please! Get away from me! Please, stop! Don't touch me! Please!
Colby: Mm? [Chuckles] Mm, that was... What word am I looking for?
Pete: Mind-blowing? Overwhelming? Staggering?
Colby: All of those.
Pete: All of those.
Colby: The funny thing is, I'm not even tired yet.
Billy Clyde: I appreciate your taking care of this in the hotel.
Tailor: I am accustomed to fitting clients in their homes, but when you said there was an emergency regarding the late Palmer Cortlandt, I made an exception.
Billy Clyde: Oh, well, I just wanted to get your ass over here. And the fact is, the -- the -- the emergency has nothing to do with Mr. Cortlandt. No, I just need someone to whip up for me some -- some fancy-ass duds. And since you knew Palmer Cortlandt and did not know me, I thought it was in my best interest, mayhaps, to -- to drop his moniker.
Tailor: Perhaps I have been unclear. We cater to a very exclusive clientele.
Billy Clyde: [Chuckles] Well, I am moving up to, ah, exclusivity.
Tailor: While you're doing that, perhaps you should try Lacey's department store.
Billy Clyde: [Clears throat] No sirree. I want the same fine suits as Mr. Palmer Cortlandt used to wear. And I want them -- I want them stitched by the same fine, deft hand. Now, you can whip out a tape measure, and let's get this fitting started.
AJ: Is Miranda done yet?
JR: Oh, hey. Not yet.
AJ: I'm starving.
JR: Hey, I'll get some breakfast going. Do you like French toast?
AJ: No, we're going to Jane's for breakfast.
JR: Okay, well, cool. We'll do it another time, then.
AJ: Hey, look ... I got a question for you. I'm not trying to piss you off, and I don't want to get into anything, but I don't want you to freak out, either.
AJ: The steroids I gave you -- I need them back.
Zach: [Sighs] Whoa! Take it easy, "Charlie's Angels." Put that down. It's just room service.
Lea: What were you gonna sneak out under the cart?
Zach: Not a chance.
Angie: Hi, I'm looking for Chief Hubbard.
Officer: He's not here.
Angie: Well, when will he be back? I-I haven't been able to reach him, and I'm -- I'm -- I'm starting to worry. Is it my daughter? Has something happened?
Officer: No, no. Not that I know of. The chief's been out looking for her all night. He said he's not coming back until he finds her.
Jesse [Sits around waiting for a phone call, while Cassandra lies unconscious on the floor in a room]
Pete: [Sighs] [Chuckles] You have certainly learned a lot in Paris.
Colby: Ah, that was nothing.
Opal: Rise and shine, sleepyhead. You're usually --
Celia: I don't really want to talk about this.
Heather: Celia, you were screaming for help. I'm worried about you.
Celia: I see him sometimes. The man [Chuckles] and not just in my nightmares.
Heather: You mean when you're awake?
Celia: Yeah. A couple of times in this room, and then in New York. It's like he appears out of nowhere for a second, and then he's gone. I thought I was losing it. I looked it up online, and it turns out this has happened to other people -- visions or something.
Heather: Okay, when did this all start?
Celia: [Sighs] I don't know, exactly.
Heather: Okay, try to remember. Was anything stressful going on in your life, any big changes when it happened? We studied hallucinatory visions in Psych class last semester.
Celia: Well, it was around the time that I started seeing Pete.
Heather: There you go. He's the first guy you've ever dated. You were probably freaked out, worrying about what he might expect of you.
Celia: Well, if that's the case, then I was worried for nothing. Pete is already getting what he expected from someone else.
Colby: [Chuckles] Oh, he's already up. [Laughs]
Opal: Good Lord! How do...
Pete: Uh, Mom, you... I really wish you would just... You need to knock first.
Opal: [Scoffs] Well, I didn't know you were, uh, entertaining.
Pete: I know. I'm sorry. I should have told you I had company. I'll be down in a few.
Colby: You can leave the coffee.
Opal: Oh, what was I thinking? Is there something else I can get you?
Pete: No, no.
Colby: Strawberries, preferably organic, if you have them.
Opal: Oh, shoot, I'm fresh out, but I bet old Winifred's got some in the fridge up at the mansion. Why don't you hurry back up there before they're gone?
[Door slams closed]
Pete: [Muffled] Oh, my...
Colby: That was hilarious. I haven't had a mom walk in on me since high school.
Pete: Yeah, exactly.
Colby: Oh. What? Do you think you're gonna be grounded? [Breathes sharply] You won't be able to leave your room all day.
Pete: Oh, God.
Colby: [Breathes sharply] Looks like someone else is as turned on as me. [Laughs]
AJ: Dad, steroids.
JR: What -- you told me to get rid of them.
AJ: I know, but I need to get them back to the guy who gave them to me.
JR: For what?
AJ: I don't know. He probably wants to push them on someone else. I don't know. That's not the point, but I need to get them back.
JR: Look, you can't, okay? I threw them out. Besides, come on -- I'm not gonna give them back to you. I mean, some other kid's gonna get hooked on that junk.
AJ: Yeah, well, I don't want that either, but he's being a total prick about it, so come on.
JR: Now, who is this guy?
AJ: He's no one.
JR: AJ, come on. If someone's giving you a hard time, you send them to me. So, come on. I'm not gonna do anything, okay? But I am your father, and I'd like to know who this guy is.
AJ: It's Kyle, okay? Can we just move on and forget about it?
JR: Kyle -- Little League baseball Kyle -- he's using?
AJ: Dad, news flash -- everybody's using.
Miranda: Hey, sorry. Hair-dryer problems. I'm ready now.
AJ: Miranda, come on. I forgot my phone in the study. Later.
JR: [Sighs] Can I help you?
Randy: I'm looking for Colby Chandler.
JR: Uh, she's not here.
Randy: I'll wait.
Billy Clyde: [Chuckles] Give me the skinny on Palmer Cortlandt. And I-I mean, give me the real inside dope, not just the blah-bitty-blah bores that they put in the papers.
Tailor: I'm afraid I can't do that. My clients value their privacy.
Billy Clyde: Oh!
Tailor: Not that I know much, anyway.
Billy Clyde: Mm. Well, now -- now since Palmer is now in the -- the bosom of Abraham, he really wouldn't be much concerned of this. Now, come on. Give me the do-dash. Let's say, be specific. For instance, when -- when Palmer went out to dine, what did he have his chef rustle up for him, hmm? And did he have a -- a preferred alcoholic beverage? Was he a wine connoisseur, a single malt mash man, hmm? Or did he enjoy the scent of sweet cannabis? [Chuckles] Come on, now, threads. Come on. Give me the -- the down dirt on this dude.
Tailor: Palmer Cortlandt was a gentleman of the utmost sophistication. He dressed well, spoke well, had impeccable taste. And the instant one entered his home, you knew he was a man to be respected and admired.
Billy Clyde: Oh. I thank you for your informative insight. [Chuckles]
Tailor: This is the fee for a single suit. I quite understand if you need some time to think about it.
Billy Clyde: No, I don't think I need any time at all. And I should like to -- I'd like a half a dozen of such suits. [Chuckles] Yes, I would. And one I shall need by [taps cane twice] this evening.
David: Angie? Is anybody here? Yes, I need an ambulance right away. Uh, it's Chestnut Street -- one second -- 46 Chestnut Street. African-American female, 22, 23 years of age, possible heroin overdose. Yes, hurry up.
Zach: Really? You've never been to a hockey game?
Lea: No. Is that a problem?
Zach: For you -- you're missing out.
Lea: Okay, so you enjoy grown men on skates. What else?
Zach: Enjoy you and... whatever it is you're wearing today.
Lea: Can we get off my outfit?
Zach: I thought you'd never ask.
Lea: So, is your wife a hockey fan?
Lea: Oh, that's right. She's Erica Kane's daughter. I just found that out.
Zach: You just found that out?
Zach: You're an FBI agent. You're really good.
Lea: Really, why did you split? I'm sorry. We don't have to talk about that.
Zach: [Sighs] You know what happened to Jesse's daughter? Well, that almost happened to my boys, as well. And Kendall thought that I put my family in danger. She's right.
Lea: You still love her, don't you?
Angie: They just told me that you were out searching all night for Cassandra.
Angie: You must be ready to drop.
Jesse: Well, I'm gonna grab a cup of coffee and get back out.
Angie: No, Jesse. No, you need to rest.
Jesse: What I need to do is find Cassandra, fix this, put an end --
Officer: Chief, Chief -- you got to hear this.
Dispatcher: Ambulance to 46 Chestnut Street. African-American female, mid-20s, likely heroin overdose.
David: [Breathes sharply] Damn it. Come on, Cass. Stay with me. You stay with me, Cass. I found her like this about 10 minutes ago. I started CPR immediately.
EMT: Stop the compressions. All right, I got a pulse. Sir, I'm gonna need you to step back. Now.
David: That's all right -- I'm a physician.
Angie: Oh, my God! Cassandra!
Angie: No, let me go!
Jesse: Hold on!
David: Angie, they're taking care of her, okay?
Jesse: What the hell are you doing here?
David: I came by here to see Angie. The door was open. I found her here on the floor like this.
EMT: She's not responding.
Angie: Jesse, she needs me!
David: She needs another round. Come on, hurry! We're losing her!
JR: [Sighs] Hey, my sister's not answering her phone, all right? So, I'll let her know that you stopped by, all right?
Randy: That's nice of you, but, uh, I'm gonna wait here till she gets back. [Sniffles]
JR: But you heard what I said, right? She's not coming back, so you can take off.
Randy: No can do, bro. Your sister took something that belongs to me, and I'm not leaving till I get it back.
Opal: Oh. Well, don't you look like something the cat dragged in? Well, actually you are something the cat dragged in, and I want to know what you're up to.
Colby: Excuse me?
Opal: I know your type, honey. Runs in your family, always working an angle.
Colby: I'm not working Pete if that's what you're implying.
Opal: Oh, really? Been in town less than five minutes -- already in his bed.
Colby: And that's your business why, exactly?
Opal: He's my son, and that is reason enough. I remember all those days in high school when you couldn't give my Petey the time of day. And now that he's a hot shot with a fancy car and a fat wallet, well, you're giving him a heck of a lot more than just time.
Colby: I like Pete. Always have.
Opal: You like Pete's money.
Colby: I'm not some gold-digger.
Opal: Well, I hear you Chandlers aren't doing so hot these days. Why not hitch your caboose to the Cortlandt gravy train?
Colby: [Scoffs] The way you attached yours to Palmer's?
Opal: How dare you.
[Cell phone ringing]
JR: Finally. I've been trying to get ahold of you all morning. Listen, come home now.
Colby: What's up?
JR: Look, some guy named Randy showed up looking for you. He says he's not gonna leave until he sees you. I'm about 10 seconds from calling Security to throw his ass out of here.
Colby: No, don't do that. I'll be right there.
AJ: There you go.
Heather: I have an exact same shirt.
AJ: You know the Velvet Underground?
Heather: Know them? I'm obsessed.
Celia: Is that a band?
Heather: "Rock and Roll," "Femme Fatale,"
Both: "Sweet Jane."
AJ: Are you kidding me? I love that song.
Heather: Have you seen the Red Hot Chili Peppers version? Oh, it's sick.
AJ: No, but I will definitely check it out.
Heather: "Pale Blue Eyes" -- the first time I heard that...
AJ: I know.
Heather: Yeah, oh, and everyone says that their first album is the best, but I think that the second one is -- yeah.
AJ: White Light/White Heat is way better. Oh, I completely agree.
Heather: Oh, well, which one's your favorite?
Miranda: Oh, um, don't kill me, but I-I don't know who they are.
Heather: What? Seriously?
Miranda: Yeah, my taste in music is severely lacking, all right?
AJ: Hey, listen, if Lou Reed ever comes back to Philly, I mean...
Heather: Yeah, I am so there.
AJ: Nice. Well, cool. You should definitely swing by the house later tonight, too, 'cause I got some sweet songs not even iTunes or Spotify has, so...
AJ: All right, cool. Later.
Lea: Did my question make you uncomfortable?
Zach: Do I look uncomfortable?
Lea: A little tense.
Zach: Well, I wonder what we can do about that?
Lea: You can talk to me.
Zach: Mm. That's not what I had in mind.
Lea: I'm assuming it was a tough break-up.
Zach: They're all tough break-ups, aren't they?
Lea: No. Not if you stopped loving the other person.
Zach: You are speaking from experience?
Lea: I didn't say that.
Zach: So you never been in love before?
Lea: I didn't say that, either.
Zach: What are you saying?
Lea: You know, that's none of your business.
Zach: Really? So, we can talk about my private life, but yours is off-limits?
Lea: You're the one that's under investigation.
Zach: My marriage isn't.
Lea: Fine. Then we don't have to talk about that.
Zach: You started the conversation.
Lea: I changed my mind.
Zach: Must have been a big one -- whatever this thing is that you don't want to talk about.
[Cell phone ringing]
Lea: Marquez. Okay, thank you. They found Cassandra.
Zach: Oh, my God.
EMT: Oh, no. Lie back down. Just relax. Relax. Relax.
Angie: It's okay, baby. You're safe. It's Mom. It's Mom. I'm here. I'm right here. I'll ride with you.
EMT: Ma'am, you can't be in the truck.
Angie: I am not leaving my child!
Pete: Colby's fun. We had a good time -- that is it. And have you seen these?
Opal: Oh, those are those apartment lofts they put up across from Cortlandt Electronics. They're pretty fancy, huh?
Pete: Mm. Thinking about renting one.
Opal: What for?
Pete: Well, it's my indoor pot farm.
Pete: [Chuckles] To live in. I figured since I'm going to be, you know, staying longer in Pine Valley than expected, it only makes sense for me to have my own place.
Opal: Well, you can't leave me -- I mean, this is your -- your home.
Pete: This is my childhood home, okay? And it's not gonna hurt, though, you know, being a little bit closer to the office, too.
Opal: Well, it's not like it's such a long commute between here and Cortlandt Electronics.
Pete: Mom, I'm too old to be sharing a place with you forever, okay? And we learned that the hard way this morning.
Opal: That will never happen again. The next time you and Colby --
Pete: Ah, there's no more me and Colby.
Opal: Well, if you were to have Celia over...
Pete: That's not gonna happen, either.
Opal: Well, you think that now, but you never know.
Pete: No, I do know, Mom. It's over.
Opal: Well, hallelujah.
Pete: I thought you liked Celia.
Opal: I do. I do. And, and, but though she comes off as this sweet, delicate flower, she has a very dark aura.
Pete: What are you talking about?
Opal: The other day, when she came over here to return those clothes you gave her, she gave me a hug, and it sent a shiver up my spine, the likes of which I have not felt in years. Now you mark my words -- there is something very dark around that girl, and you would be wise to steer clear.
Miranda: You invited Heather over.
AJ: Yeah. Is that weird?
Miranda: No. She, uh, seems nice. And it's obvious she's totally into you.
AJ: Really? You think?
AJ: Wow. I never thought about it like that -- I mean, like, about her like that.
Miranda: Why not? She's smart, funny.
AJ: Hot. And she has excellent taste in music. Thanks, Montgomery. God, you always have my back.
Dr. Anders: All right, talk to me.
EMT: We bagged her and administered 2 amps of naloxone.
Dr. Anders: Okay. Room 3.
[Woman speaks indistinctly on PA]
Angie: Let me by.
Dr. Anders: We don't need you, Dr. Hubbard.
Angie: She's my daughter.
Dr. Anders: She's my patient.
Angie: Get out of my way!
Joe: Angie, I know this is hard, but it's better if you wait out here. Now, Anders is an excellent doctor. He's tops in his field. He'll take good care of Cassandra.
Angie: This is my hospital, and she's my daughter, and she needs me.
Jesse: Baby, listen to Dr. Joe.
Angie: I need to be with my baby!
David: Angela, look at me. I've also known Dr. Anders for years, all right? Joe is right. He's an excellent physician. Now, Cassandra could not be in better hands. I would trust him with my own child.
[Woman speaking indistinctly over PA]
Colby: Now, go, and don't come back. It's all there.
Randy: Stupid move -- you and your boy toy hitting up my stash.
Colby: It wasn't my fault. He told me he already paid you.
Randy: Yeah, for what you partied with -- not for the rest.
Colby: I had nothing to do with that.
Randy: Long as I got my cash, we're good.
Colby: Get out, now.
Randy: But don't make me come back here.
JR: Why do I feel like you're in deep and that was connected to the 20 grand you needed? Hey. A drug dealer shows up at our house looking for my little sister, I have a right to be concerned.
Colby: No, you don't have the right to be anything where I'm concerned. You don't control me or anything else around here. Brooke controls everything -- our house, our company, our money -- because you just rolled over and let her do it.
JR: I didn't let Brooke do anything -- our father did. And I'm doing everything I possibly can to get back up to speed around here, okay?
Colby: Yeah. Not fast enough. While you're limping around like a pathetic loser, your stepmommy-to-be is taking over this whole entire company. So, maybe, when you find the balls to stand up to that bitch, I'll listen, but until then, stay away from me.
Angie: How is she?
Dr. Anders: Breathing on her own.
Jesse: And that's good, right?
Dr. Anders: We still have a long ways to go.
Joe: And every reason to be hopeful.
Zach: Anything you need, okay? Come here. [Hugs Jesse]
Angie: I want to see her.
Dr. Anders: Okay.
[Door slides open, closed]
Cassandra: They did things to me, Mom. [Crying] They hurt me.
Angie: Shh. They can't hurt you now, and they are never gonna hurt you again -- I promise you, baby. I promise. [Kisses Cassandra] I promise.
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