As The World Turns Transcript Thursday 7/26/01

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[Monitor beeping]

Nurse: Looking good, Barbara.  No sign of infection anywhere, and your lower body is healing really well.  In fact, you can spend some time in the chair, if you'd like.

Barbara: What I'd like is to be left alone.

Nurse: Well, that's fine.  Is there anything I can do for you before I go?

Barbara: Can you shut the blinds, turn off the lights, shut the door.

Nurse: But it's such a beautiful day --

Barbara: I don't mean to be rude, but I just want to be left alone now.

Nurse: Of course. 

Hal: What's with the face?

Emily: What do you think?

Hal: You haven't been able to track down our patient, the one that's obsessed with military history?  Don't worry.  You'll find it.

Emily: You know, you could've called me last night, Hal!

Hal: What?!

Emily: "What?" You let me get scooped by "The City Times"!

Hal: Sit down.  I don't know what you're talking about.

Emily: You really don't know?

Hal: No, I don't.  What?

Emily: Hal, Barbara was attacked last night.  She's okay, but --

Hal: Who?  Did they get him?

Emily: No.  They're questioning Craig Montgomery.

Hal: Son-of-a --

Emily: Whoa, whoa, whoa.  What if it wasn't him, huh?  What if it was that library creep, the one who's so interested in learning how to blow things up?

Lucinda: Then find out!  Get back to me.  Honey.

Sierra: Hi.

Lucinda: I had just about given up on you.  Hello, my darling.  Hey, I thought you were going to arrive on the 8:30 flight last night.

Sierra: I did.

Lucinda: Oh.  Oh, did you go straight to Bryant and talk with him?

Sierra: I haven't seen him yet, actually.  I had a little errand to run.  Got home late, didn't want to wake him up.

Lucinda: Oh.  What little errand was that?

Sierra: Oh, it's nothing for you to worry about.

Lucinda: Honey, I'm worried about -- frankly, about almost everything.

I'm very worried about Lily.  I'm worried about her quest that she's gonna save the world.  I'm worried about little Luke.  I'm worried about --

Sierra: Mother, mother, mother, they're going to be all right.

Lucinda: Of course they are, because they have to be.  It's good to see you.  You look beautiful this morning.  Honey, I don't -- you must have noticed the hit that Worldwide stock took.  Well, you know who was behind it.  Craig was behind it, like everything else in this town.

Sierra: Mother, really.

Lucinda: I don't know whether you've had the chance to see this.  Have you read the papers this morning?  Barbara Ryan -- Barbara was attacked in her bed last night at the hospital.

Sierra: That's terrible.  I'm sorry to hear that.

Lucinda: Oh, you're sorry?  You're sorry, dear?  Oh, I know that look.  I know that look.  You've got a cause?  You're going to fight for the underdog, is that it?  Substitute Craig Montgomery for the freedom fighters in Montega or whatever.  A cause?  Oh, Sierra, please tell me it isn't so.  Please, darling, don't tell me that you've just come to -- you haven't just come here to hold Craig's hand, have you, through the trial?!  Because if you have, for heaven's sake, I'm going to be obliged to call the loony bin and have somebody over here to check out your mind!

Margo: Thanks for bringing him in.

Craig: You used to refer to me as your brother.

Margo: I'm so sorry about the police escort, Craig.  I would have brought you in myself, but we both know that that would look bad. [Craig laughs]

Where did you go after you were released from custody yesterday?

Craig: I went to the hospital.

Margo: Why?

Craig: To see Barbara about the false statement she made to the D.A.

Why, do I need police permission to see my wife now?

Margo: It's a little more complicated than that.  Why don't we go in here and talk.

Craig: Huh?  What now, Margo?

Margo: Someone tried to kill Barbara again.

Craig: What?

Margo: Yeah.  Last night between 8:30 and 9:00 at the hospital.

Craig: Yeah, but she's -- she's under police protection at the hospital.

Margo: The assailant knocked out the policeman guarding her door, went into room and tried to smother her with a pillow.

Craig: But she's all right, right?

Margo: Well, if John hadn't come in, she might be dead, but he did, and she isn't.  You're the one who's in danger now.

Craig: Me?!  Oh, come on, Margo!  You cannot believe I did this?

Margo: Well, Paul Ryan certainly does.  This attack happened shortly after you and Barbara had your little face off.  Craig, now would be an excellent time for you to try to remember anyone who can provide you with an alibi at the time of the attack.

Craig: Oh, because Paul has a little idea?  Look, I never tried to kill Barbara, not at the boathouse, not last night.

Margo: Well, I'd better find out who did, because someone tried to kill Barbara, Craig, and they want you to hang for it. 

Carly: Jack?

Jack: Thanks for coming.

Carly: So what's going on?  Firstly, you didn't come home all last night, and then you told me you wanted me to meet you here of all places?  This place used to be so special for us.  I hate seeing what's happened to it.  Jack, why didn't you come home?

Jack: I couldn't.  I had too much to work out.

Carly: Like what?

Jack: Like what really happened here the night Barbara was hurt.

Carly: I thought the case has already gone to the D.A.

Jack: Craig's case has.

Carly: Is there another one?

Jack: Yeah, and it's the one that's got me worried -- the State of Illinois against you.   Carly: What case against me?

Jack: I was in the hospital when Barbara gave her statement.  She claims she saw Craig just before this place blew up, but she didn't stop there.

Carly: Well, what?  What else?

Jack: Barbara's accusing you of colluding with Craig for trying to kill her.

Carly: Oh, please, Jack.

Jack: The D.A. didn't find it funny, Carly.  Neither did Paul Ryan.  They were both there when she gave the statement.

Carly: Okay, well, say that I'm psychotic, okay?  Say that I'm actually stupid enough to collude with Craig.  Why would I do that?  What's in it for me?

Jack: A lot.  Barbara claims that Craig was gonna take over control of B.R.O. and name you head designer.  She pretty much says that his obsession for you was the motivation behind everything he did.

Carly: Well, Jack, that explosion must've rattled her brain or something.

I mean, just the fact that she believes that Craig is the one who blew her up, not to mention that I'm the reason he did it?!

Jack: She not only believes it, she's got the D.A. and her son believing it, too.

Carly: Well, it's a lie!  She is making it up as she goes along, Jack, and Paul Ryan is all too happy to fan the flames.  You know, I think I may have a slander suit here.  Really, I think I ought to get a lawyer.

Jack: You should, Carly, for real, because no one's gonna see you as the victim here.  Barbara's gonna have the whole town's sympathy.  She's physically disfigured, her company's funds have been looted, and she's been seduced away from her family by a man who seems to have a mistress.

Carly: "Seems," right?  "Seems" being the operative word.  Barbara has always been paranoid about me.  She would accuse me of anything, Jack.

You know that, and you also know that it's not true.

Jack: Yeah, well, it doesn't matter what I know.  My opinion is now considered suspect.

Carly: I just cannot believe it is my responsibility to prove I'm innocent.

I have not done anything she is accusing me of, but I'm supposed to go out and get a lawyer.  And if Craig has a thing for me, that's his problem.  I haven't done anything to lead him on.  I haven't done anything to make it happen.  And that doesn't matter at all, does it?  What do I do?

Jack: Whatever you do, you better do it fast 'cause this is just the beginning.

Carly: What is that?

Jack: It's a subpoena from the district attorney's office with your name on it. 

Hal: Boy, I hope the kids haven't seen this.  There was a time when Barbara and I knew everything that was going on in each other's life, and now I need "The City Times" to tell me that somebody's trying to kill her.

Emily: I'm sorry.  I mean, I -- I'm sorry you had to hear it from me.

Hal: No, it's not your fault.  This is hell.  There's a nut out there trying to kill Barbara, and I can't do a damn thing about it.

Emily: Oh, really?  Last I heard, the commissioner took your badge, not your brain.

Hal: Well, what good would it do me?  Two attempts on her life -- if I had been involved in the official investigation, this clown would be behind bars by now.

Emily: All right, fine, so let's keep doing what we've been doing, Hal.

Come on, we've got lots of leads.  Let's just put them together.  Come on.

The attack happened last night at the hospital after visiting hours.  Dinner trays were picked up, meds passed out.  Is this adding up to anything to you?

Hal: Respect for you, how'd you figure this out?

Emily: My mom's a doctor.  So, what do you think it means?

Hal: It might mean whoever it is is familiar with the hospital routine.

Emily: Okay, well, that's what I get, too, but if we go with that theory, we lose Craig as a suspect.  He was locked up in jail all last week.  How could he possibly know the night routine at memorial?

Hal: There's other ways to figure it out besides hanging around the halls in the hospital.  Anyway, Montgomery was a free man yesterday.  I saw his gloating face on the news when he was released from police custody.

Emily: Yeah, well, console yourself.  He's not gloating anymore.  The police picked him up for questioning.

Hal: Because?

Emily: Well, my sources tell me that Craig visited Barbara at the hospital last night.  They had a major blowup.  He left and, lo and behold, she gets attacked minutes later.  I don't know.  Maybe -- maybe Craig heard the statement Barbara gave the D.A. apparently he didn't like the fact that she said she saw him at the boathouse right before the bomb exploded.  What?

Hal: We've got Montgomery at the hospital with motive and opportunity.

No wonder the police have him in custody.  And I don't feel that Barbara's safe.  I need to talk to her, and she won't give me the time of day.

Emily: You know what?  I think we both know a certain pushy reporter who could maybe talk her way into Barbara's room.

Hal: Be careful, kid.  You're gonna lose your reputation for being cold and hard-hearted.

[Emily laughs]

Emily: Nah.  Because you know what?  When I'm finished with Barbara, I'm gonna go right up to maternity and steal candy from the babies, so --

listen, you go home.  Tell your kids that their mother is gonna be just fine, then meet me at the hospital, okay?  I'll fill you in later.

Hal: Save me some of that candy.

Emily: You got it.

Hal: Yeah, go home and tell the kids. 

Craig: I left memorial, I walked to my car, I drove to the Lakeview, went up to my suite.

Margo: Did anyone see you?

Craig: I don't think in the lobby, but when I got to my suite, I found Sierra.  We talked for a little while, then she left, and I went to bed.

Margo: Great.  So, basically, your alibi is that you were alone until you saw your ex-wife.  Craig -- all right, let's just go over the time frame again, and this go-around, would you try and level with me?

Craig: Hey, I thought you believed me.  What happened?

Margo: I do.  For the record, I don't think you tried to kill Barbara.  I don't think you tried to kill her in the boathouse.  I don't think you tried to kill her last night at the hospital, but guess what?  What I think is irrelevant, maybe even damaging.

Craig: They think you're looking to let me off 'cause we're family, huh?  I forget how this is for you sometimes.  Somebody told me yesterday I screw up every life around me.  Maybe that's true.

Margo: Oh, please, Craig.  I can take the smug Craig, I can take the irascible Craig, but I cannot take the self-pitying Craig, so just knock it off and let's get back to the facts, please.  I've got to prove that you were someplace else when someone tried to kill Barbara.  And who knows --

maybe I can clear you of the boathouse charges as well.

Craig: Hey, hey, I'm cooperating.  I want this nightmare over, too.

Margo: Great, great.  Now, let's just go through this again.  You left Barbara's hospital room a little before 8:30 and you didn't get to the Lakeview until after 9:00.  What took you so long?  Come on, Craig, that half hour is so crucial.  You gotta try to remember anybody that might've seen you during that time -- a parking lot attendant, anyone.

Craig: No.  No, there was no one.  No one saw me. 

Sierra: You should know by now, mother, that Craig Montgomery doesn't need anyone to hold his hand.

Lucinda: Okay.  So, tell me why you're actually gracing us with your presence then, dear.

Sierra: Well, there are other people in my life, mother.  I'm worried about Lily, and I need to talk to Bryant about the money that he's coming into.

Lucinda: Oh, you mean the son that you haven't seen yet even though you're burning with financial advice.

Sierra: Mother, do I look 16 years old?  Do I?  Because I -- do I need to explain why I'm out late at night?  I really don't think I do.  I'm gonna go get dressed.

Lucinda: Dear, if you'd lived with me when you were 16, you would have more sense of irony, sense of humor.  And I think, dear, you should read that article.  Read it in its entirety because Barbara came out of the coma, and she's made a statement and it's there.  It's right there -- someplace in here.  He did it.  He was there.  She saw Craig seconds before the explosion.  Now, isn't that just grand?

Sierra: It's grand she came out of the coma, but it's really too bad about her memory because Craig was nowhere near that explosion, mother.

Lucinda: Oh, how do you know that if you weren't talking to him?  Oh, you were with him last night.

Sierra: Yes, I was.  I was trying to convince him to let me help him leave the country to avoid these charges.

Lucinda: You really have lost your mind.  How can you possibly justify that?

Sierra: It's easy because I know he's innocent.

Lucinda: Well, I'm not gonna stand by and let you take that man to freedom someplace.  No!  I'm gonna stop it.  I'll get on the phone to the D.A.

and alert them what you're up to.

Sierra: Well, you really don't need to, mother, because he refused to go.

Lucinda: Of course he did.  I know why, don't you?  Because he wants a second crack at Barbara!

Sierra: That is ridiculous.  It doesn't make any sense at all.

Lucinda: You know what doesn't make sense to me?  Is you defending this man.  This man -- this man, the second time he's tried to kill -- to kill between 8:30 and 9:00 last night.  And you -- you were --

Sierra: I was with him.  I was with him at the Lakeview.

Lucinda: No, you weren't, dear.  Dear, you weren't there.  I'll tell you why you weren't there, because the plane -- you didn't deplane until 8:30.  So you couldn't gotten there until after 9:00.  He had plenty of time -- nip in, nip out, do it, get back.  Was he even there when you arrived in the suite?  It's hitting home.  Finally, you realize don't you, darling, that when you were spending the evening with your ex, he had just come back from trying to smother the life out of the present Mrs. Montgomery!

Margo: What is the matter with you?  Craig, do you want to go to jail?

Craig: Margo, I told you, I went to my car.

Margo: 'Cause that's exactly what's going to happen.  All right.  All right.

All right.  Let's just -- let's just go over this one more time.  You left the hospital.  You went down to get into your car.  Did anyone see you?

Craig: No one.

Margo: You're lying.

Craig: Why would I do that?

Margo: I don't know!  But you're holding out on me, I know that.  You've got a perfectly good alibi, you just won't use it.

Craig: Shh.  You're going to ruin my reputation.

Margo: Dammit, Craig.  If someone saw you leaving the hospital at a certain time, they can clear you.  Who are you protecting?  What am I thinking?  Of course, it's Carly.  It's Carly Tenney.  Carly is your alibi of course.

Craig: If Carly could clear me, don't you think I would say something?

Margo: Not according to Barbara.  Craig, I think that you should know that Barbara isn't just pointing her finger at you.  She's pointing it at you and Carly.  According to what she told us yesterday, you two are working together to get her out of the picture.

Craig: Barbara's mind is wrecked.

Margo: No, I beg to differ.  Barbara has a very solid case.  In her statement to the D.A., She claims that you and Carly were muscling in on her business, using it to buy massive amounts of worldwide stock, making Carly Tenney the star of the fashion world -- and then, to get rid of Barbara any means possible used.

Craig: That is ridiculous.

Margo: Jury won't think so.  Jury loves motive.  They're going to see you as the man who wanted his wife dead so that he could get her money, her company, and Carly Tenney.

Craig: Well, whatever.  But Carly has nothing to do with anything.

Margo: But she'll get a chance to tell that to the jury.

Craig: She's been subpoenaed?

Margo: Oh, yeah.  Jessica's going to put her on the stand and paint a Technicolor picture of her -- the greedy, grasping Carly and the opportunistic Craig, living together in their penthouse suite in the top of the Lakeview, plotting how to rob poor Barbara Ryan blind, and then kill her.

Craig: But if Carly's not careful, she's --

Margo: She going to be named as an accessory.  That's right.  Now, do you want to tell me what really happened last night? 

Carly: You just gave me a subpoena.

Jack: I thought it'd be easier coming from me.

Carly: Yes, well, being served by the man I love does cushion the blow.

You know, I ought to be used to this by now, but it does still hurt.

Jack: What does?

Carly: Being the woman Oakdale loves to hate.  Every time some randy husband decides to up and leave his wife, I'm to blame.  Of course, it doesn't matter if they haven't spoken in like ten years or his wife is having an affair with the gardener -- somehow it's my fault.  It's like I have satanic powers or something.  You know?  Maybe I was born with two horns and a set of hooves.  I ought to take a closer look at my baby pictures.

Jack: Let's not get carried away!  Okay?  First of all, I don't even think the D.A. has much of a case that you conspired with Craig.  I mean, come on, yes, you -- you stayed in his suite for a while.

Carly: And?  We both know there's something more, Jack.

Jack: And he tried to get you a job with Barbara's company.

Carly: So what's going to happen to me?  The D.A.'s going to put me up on the stand.  And what's going to happen?

Jack: Well, she'll probably --

Carly: She'll probably what, Jack?  Just tell me.

Jack: Bring up the marriages, the paternity stuff.  Make you look like the town tramp.  And then, it'll be up to a jury to come to its own conclusions about you and Craig.

Carly: Thanks for breaking it to me so gently.  Well, Carly, another fine mess you've gotten yourself into.  And you, too.  We've lost everything, haven't we?  The boathouse, Carly's Prize.  And I bet you're thinking about the first day we met and wishing it never happened.

Jack: Actually, I was thinking about how beautiful you are.

Carly: Are you feeling all right?

Jack: Well, nothing a nap won't cure.

Carly: Are you drunk?

Jack: Why, because I said you were beautiful?

Carly: Well, because you said it after being up all night, after serving me with a subpoena, after telling me the D.A.'s gonna put me on the stand and announce to the world that I am another man's whore.

Jack: I am stone-cold sober, and I had to stay out last night.  I was looking for answers.

Carly: In the case against Craig?

Jack: In the case against us.  Those are the hard questions, Carly, the ones having to do with us.

Carly: What's the hardest one?

Jack: The one I've been wrestling with for weeks -- do I trust you?

Carly: Oh.

Jack: And I finally realized, yeah, I do, despite all the times your judgment has been lousy --

Carly: Well, come on.

Jack: And despite all the crazy things you've done, you've never given me a reason to doubt your love or loyalty.  And yeah, I can't understand why you'd want to befriend someone like Montgomery, but you know what?  I can't pick your friends for you.  I can only be there with my love and loyalty when those friends let you down.

Carly: So where does this all leave us?  The compass is smashed.  The boathouse is destroyed.  Carly's Prize has been turned into kindling.

Everything that was ever special to us is in pieces around us.

Jack: But we're not.  We're still standing, and we're going to keep on standing, because nothing Barbara said about you and Craig is true.

Carly: You believe me?

Jack: Yeah, I do.

Carly: Well then, let that lousy D.A. do whatever she wants.  I don't care, Jack.  If you believe in me, that's all I need.  Jack --

Lucinda: That was a call I was waiting for.  The police took Craig in to the police station this morning for questioning.

Sierra: That's absurd.  He had nothing to do with that attack on Barbara.

Lucinda: Well, the police think differently, dear.

Sierra: He needs his lawyer.

Lucinda: I don't think so.  Margo's doing the interrogating.  She's probably gonna give him cocoa and a warm, woolly blanket.

Sierra: You know, mother, would you stop?  I know that you hate Craig and you would like nothing better than to see his life destroyed, but he had nothing to do with that.  He didn't hurt anybody last night, because I was there when he came back from the hospital, and I would have known.

Lucinda: Oh, you would have known the way you knew about the little cutie-pies when you were married to him?  I'm sorry.  That was not nice.

Sierra: You will never understand what goes on between me and Craig --

what still goes on between us.

Lucinda: Oh, no!  You didn't?!  You did?  Darling, you tried to get him back when he was deciding to marry Barbara Ryan, and now, you're gonna give it another try when she's filled with hatred for him?  What do you want?!  Do you want to give him an opportunity to kill you, too?!

Sierra: This conversation is over.

Lucinda: Sierra, dear -- oh, ew!  Barbara -- Barbara, you've got something to be grateful for.  You're leading on the front page, not the obituary. 

[Monitor beeping]

Cop: Excuse me, ma'am.  There's an Emily Stewart outside.  She'd like to ask you a few questions for her paper.  I told her you probably weren't interested.

Barbara: I'm not.  I don't want to be the victim of the week in her rag.

Wait.  Tell her to give me a minute.

Emily: So what did she say?  Can I get an interview?

Cop: She asked that you give her a minute.

Emily: A minute?  Okay.  Time's up.  Barbara? Barbara: Don't come any closer.  Just stay by the door.  That's the only way I will allow this.

Emily: Okay, that's fine.  I'd like to record it, if you don't mind?  So can you tell me about the attack last night?

Barbara: I was sleeping, and I started to wake up because I thought I felt someone in the room, and then, he started coming towards me with a pillow.

Emily: Wait.  He?  You saw his face?  It was a man?

Barbara: No, it was covered with a hood, but it had to have been a man because he was so strong.  He came at me with this pillow in his hands.

Emily: So you're sure it was a man's hands?

Barbara: I just -- he was wearing gloves.  He was wearing latex gloves, and he pushed so hard with the pillow, and it was so painful.  Oh!

[Emily sneaks closer and gets a glimpse of Barbara’s face]

Emily: Oh, my God.

Barbara: Oh, damn you!  Get out of here!

Emily: Barbara, I'm sorry.

Barbara: Get out of here!  Guard!

Emily: I'm sorry.

[Barbara screams]

Craig: Margo, I told you everything there is to tell.  So either I'm going home, or I'm getting locked up.

Margo: Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.  Let me just ask you this one thing.

If everybody in town knows that you were hauled in here for questioning this morning, including the person that you're protecting --

Craig: I'm not protecting --

Margo: If this person is so worth taking the fall for, why haven't they come forward to exonerate you?

Sierra: They just did.

Margo: Oh.  Hi, Sierra.  Welcome back.  Craig said that you were with him at the Lakeview last night after 9:00, that you'd swear to it.

Unfortunately, that doesn't do him any good.  He needs an alibi between 8:30 and 9:00.

Sierra: Well, that's not a problem.  You don't need to be so gallant.  I left the airport, and I met Craig at the hospital, and then eventually we went to the Lakeview.

Margo: Then why didn't Craig tell me that himself?

Sierra: Now that we're divorced, I think that he was just protecting my reputation.  We were sitting in the car, commiserating, and one thing led to another, and we were in a backseat like a couple of teenagers.  Really, we're lucky we didn't get arrested for indecent exposure.

Craig: That's not true, Margo.

Sierra: We made love last night, Craig, and I'll go to court and swear to it.

Margo: What about -- ?  All right.  Look, forget it.  Forget it.  Just -- I'm going to make a few phone calls, and when I come back, I want the truth out of both of you -- all of it. 

Carly: Jack, let's get out of here.  I don't want to remember the boathouse like this.

Jack: All right.

Carly: What is it?

Jack: If Barbara was wrong about you, she could be wrong about other things, too, right?

Carly: Like what?

Jack: I was standing outside just before this place exploded.  The door was shut, and she was talking to someone.  She said, "Why are you doing this?" Now, that line keeps running around and around in my head, because something always bugged me about it, and now I think I know.  If Barbara was talking to Craig, she would have said his name, right, or asked him why he had followed her, something that would have been obvious to me that she was talking to someone she knew.

Carly: Well, how did she sound?  Did she sound angry, surprised?

Jack: No, no, no.  See, that's just it.  If she was talking to Craig, she would have been furious, right?  But no.  She sounded like -- I don't know --

bewildered maybe?

Carly: Well, Jack, don't you think you ought to tell this to the D.A.?

Don't you think this might be important?

Jack: The D.A. likes evidence.  This is just a theory, and after what happened to Barbara last night --

Carly: What?

Jack: Someone tried to smother her.

Carly: What?!

Jack: Not long after Craig had a big argument with her about the statement she gave the D.A., she screamed for him to get out, right?  And then, the next thing we know, someone breaks into her room and puts a pillow over her face. Wasn't much doubt about the prime suspect.

Carly: Sure.  Of course, because they think that Craig tried to kill her again.

Jack: Right.  Well, if he can't account for where he was when the attack took place, he's gonna be in trouble, big time.  Without an alibi, he's going down quick.

Carly: Jack, can we just get out of here?  This place is really giving me the creeps.

Jack: What do you mean?

Carly: I just want to forget about all of it, you know?  Just maybe go to lunch or see a movie, just forget about alibis and subpoenas and witnesses and -- just for a while?

Jack: Sure we can.  Anything you want. 

Hal:  Well, it's a heck of a start to this day.  The kids had seen the paper.

I told them their mother was okay.  What happened to you?

Emily: Oh, man.  I blew it.

Hal: Barbara?

Emily: Yeah, but you know what?  I don't think it was a total loss.  I think I figured something out.

Hal: I'm listening.

Emily: Oh, my God.  She asked me to wait a minute, you know, before going in there, and I did, and when I walked it, it was dark, and she was sitting in a wheelchair, and she was facing away from me.  She wouldn't look at me, Hal.

Hal: That's strange.  I mean, she usually likes to look at you when she talks to you.  She wants to see what you're wearing.

Emily: No, not this time.  She wanted me to stand at the door, and I did, but I wanted to sneak a little closer to get a look at her face.

Hal: What?  What?

Emily: I had no idea.  I mean, nobody told me.  I mean, there are bandages there and everything, but her -- it's bad, Hal.  I mean, it's really bad.

Hal: It's gonna be okay.  It's going to be okay.

Emily: No, it's not.

Hal: There are things they can do.

Emily: But you are missing my point here.  When a man gets a scar on his face, the world wants to invent this incredible, romantic past for him, but a woman gets a scar on her face, nobody wants to make up a story.  Nobody wants to look at her.  I feel terrible, for as much as I've hated that woman, she was beautiful.

Hal: She is beautiful.

Emily: No, she isn't.  I mean, the bandages, I couldn't really see everything, but her skin, that flawless skin that she used to have, it's gone.

Hal: Those scars are not gonna change who she is.  She will always be beautiful.

Emily: That's so sweet, Hal.  Maybe to you, but not to herself.  But you know what?  I figured it out.  That's why she changed her mind about not wanting to see you.  It's not because she doesn't love you, Hal.  It's because she loves you so much.  She's ashamed.

Hal: You think that's it?

Emily: Yeah.  That's it.  You know what?  I'm going to go check on our library book guy, okay?  You are going to walk into that room and get her to talk to you.

Hal: I don't want to force myself on her.

Emily: What are you afraid of, huh?  Intruding on her despair?  She's scared, Hal.  Go in there.  Let her know she doesn't have to be.

Hal: I'll go in.  Thanks for letting me know what's going on.

Emily: Yeah.

[Monitor beeping]

Craig: You want to tell me what you're doing?

Sierra: Just using my rock-solid reputation to dig you out of the ashes again.

[Craig laughs]

Craig: The trouble is, you're too honest to pull it off.  Margo's gonna have you tell that story again and again, and you're going to slip up, and she's going to call you on it.  Huh?  Come on.  Leave now.  I'll tell her about your good intentions.  You won't have to perjure yourself.

Sierra: How can I be perjuring when I'm just swearing to your innocence?  I know that you didn't attack Barbara last night, and I don't have a problem drawing the suspicion away from you.

Craig: Come on.  Leave now.

Sierra: Listen, what good is it to be a model citizen if I can't save an outlaw once in awhile?

Craig: And this is detective Jack Snyder.  Bryant's mother, Sierra.

Jack: Nice to meet you.

Sierra: Yeah, nice to meet you.

Margo: Jack, I thought you were off-duty today.

Jack: I just came by to pick up my check.

Margo: Okay.  It's on your desk.

Carly: Well, it was nice meeting you.

Sierra: You, too.  I'm ready to make my statement now, Margo.

Margo: Oh, sierra, it's not necessary.  You can go now.

Sierra: No, really, I want to be on record that Craig and I were together from the time he left the hospital until after I left the Lakeview.

Margo: Sierra, I talked to the night clerk at the Lakeview.  He said that he will testify that he let you into the suite alone and that it was after 9:00.  I'm sorry.  I know that you want to help, but your little story about teen lust in the backseat just --

Sierra: Well, maybe I'm a little confused on the time, but we did drive together and the reason --

Craig: Sierra, sierra --

Sierra: -- That I got to the Lakeview before him is because he dropped me off because he went to go buy a bottle of champagne.

[Craig laughs]

Craig: Come on.  Margo, none of that is true.

Margo: I know, but thank you for saying so.  Which brings us back to the question, Craig.  Is there anyone that can provide you with an alibi for last night?

Craig: No.  I wish there were.  Come on.  I'll deal with this.

Margo: Well, I'm sorry, Craig, but --

Craig: I know.  I have the right to remain -- yadda, yadda.  Okay, let's go.

Jack: Carly, you okay? 

[Monitor beeping]

Barbara: Oh.  Oh, Hal.  Please.  Please go away.  Please, Hal, go away.

Hal: Sorry, I can't do that.  You and I have got to talk, Barbara.  That's how it's got to be. 

Emily: All I'm asking is that you let me take a little look at those library book request slips so I can interview a few people.

Clerk: The request slips are classified.  The only reason I have them at my desk is to deal with the library fines.  But really, they should be locked up somewhere.

Emily: You know what?  This is a simple story about how patients, chronic patients, how they cope with long hospital stays.  You know, what they read, how they pass the time?  Do you see a problem with a story like that?

Clerk: No, but I can't break the rules.

Emily: Okay, Mr. "I can't break the rules," I'm going to do a story on your passion for privacy.  How about that?  Maybe you've got something to hide.  I'm gonna call my photographer and get him right over here to take a picture of you sitting by your desk.

Clerk: Wait.  Let me just -- let me just go talk to my supervisor.

Emily: You do that.

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