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Billy: I'm right here.
Jennifer: The power's out.
Billy: Oh, you think? You scared?
Jennifer: No. I don't like the dark that much.
Billy: Come here.
Jennifer: Are you really going back to California?
Billy: Or someplace.
Billy: Why do you ask? Okay, Adam knows, and Abigail knows. And the reason Bryant hasn't figured it out is because he trusts us, Jen. I want you, Jen. And I can't stay.
Jennifer: But I don't want you to go.
Jennifer: You have to ask?
Billy: Come on, just say it.
Jennifer: I shouldn't be here.
Billy: Look, stop. Why did you come then? Jen, it's dark out there, okay? You'll drive into a tree or something. Just stay here.
Jennifer: And if I stay?
Billy: If you wanna go -- go.
Jennifer: I couldn't go if I wanted to.
Craig: You know, I don't see a single light. I bet we're blacked out citywide.
[Lighting crashes] but then, you're good in the dark -- or so I've heard.
Craig: I'm not afraid of the dark.
Carly: Go home, Craig.
Craig: Power's out.
Carly: Yes, but luckily for you, your car runs on batteries, which apparently I don't have.
Craig: Yeah, but the streetlights don't work on batteries. Stop lights don't work on batteries. You want me to chance broad and main? I'd get creamed four ways, and it would be your fault.
Carly: Somehow, I will find the strength to go on.
Craig: But you'd miss me, wouldn't you? Admit it. Life without Craig would be --
Carly: Life without Craig is like a rose without thorns, a promise without a price tag, a gift without a catch.
Craig: I see you've given this some thought.
Carly: Yeah, I admit it. And I also admit that you are not completely without your --
Craig: Charm? Appeal? Charisma?
Carly: Good night, Craig.
Craig: All right. I will go off into the dark and storm. Oh, ow! Damn it!
Carly: Now, if that is that foot --
Craig: It still haven't recovered from where you stomped on it.
Carly: I'm glad, as long as you remember why I stomped on it.
Craig: Can I at least sit down? Hmm?
Carly: If you make me regret this, Craig --
Craig: So I can stay?
Carly: Just until the lights come back on.
Mitzi: I never woulda thought to look under the sink. What's that you just poured in there?
Mitzi: Smells like a dry cleaner in August. Ooh.
Jack: There we go.
Mitzi: Gee, you're handsome. And you know --
Jack: Thank you.
Mitzi: I really appreciate you sticking around. I've always been scared of thunderstorms. Being new in town and not knowing anybody -- you make a girl feel safe.
Jack: Uh, Mitzi, there's probably something you should know about me. So listen up, okay?
[Barbara breathing heavily]
Barbara: Paul? Paul, is that you? I know -- I know somebody's there. I know somebody's there. Stay where you are! I have a gun! Stay where you are! Stay there!
Nick: Oh, we're taping that next week.
Abigail: I'm sorry. I was just looking.
Nick: No, you're interested in what we do here. I think that's great.
Abigail: Hey, the lights came on.
Nick: Yeah, the generator kicked in, but the broadcast tower's still out.
Abigail: Oh, so WOAK --
Nick: We're off the air.
Nick: It doesn't matter, though. Even if we jerry-rigged a signal, no one would pick it up.
Abigail: How long do you think that's gonna last?
Nick: Well, there's no telling.
Abigail: I -- I should get home, huh?
Nick: Well, you could try. But, you know, with the street lights out and the traffic lights, it's probably a lot safer if you just stay here.
Abigail: But you've got so much stuff to do.
Nick: All right, well, you can help me.
Abigail: I'll just get in your way.
Nick: You could never get in the way. And I enjoy your company.
Abigail: I guess I could stay if it's okay.
Nick: It's more than okay. It's historic. I mean, it's the blackout of 2001. And we were there.
Jennifer: You know, for two guys, you sure got a lot of candles.
Billy: You know, I found these. I guess the power goes out a lot here.
Jennifer: Where did these come from?
Billy: Oh, me. I made 'em last week.
Jennifer: You made these?
Billy: Yeah, I had a lot on my mind, so I made them to keep me busy.
Jennifer: And you put all the little designs on the top? Wow. You're an artist.
Billy: Oh, don't say that. You know, my mom worries enough about me doing carpentry. If she finds out I'm artistic, it's Law school for sure. You know, I just make 'em for my friends' kids. Put some jellybeans in 'em, some quarters. Give them to 'em on their birthday. You know, it's nothing.
Jennifer: No, it's great, really. I have no artistic ability at all. I mean, my mom -- she can sew and draw and paint. Well, she used to. Sometimes I feel like all I do well is make people miserable. You know, I really wish it would rain. All this lightning and nothing comes out of it. It's just creepy.
Billy: You know, some storms are like that, though.
Jennifer: I was thinking of you leaving and going back to California. And how I'd probably never see you again.
[Lightning crashes] and I was thinking maybe that maybe we're making a mistake.
Jack: I think you're a good person, Mitzi.
Mitzi: Uh-oh. Whenever anybody starts out like that, it can't be good news.
Jack: No, it's not you. You're a pretty woman. You're sweet and kind. You deserve a guy who's all yours. And that's not me.
Mitzi: 'Cause of your wife?
Jack: No, that's over. We're getting a divorce. But there is someone. Or, there was. Carly Tenney. And like it or not, she's got me.
Mitzi: Carly Tenney? The one that was at the house this morning, the blonde. I know her. Rose can't stand -- I'm sorry. I didn't mean --
Jack: No, that's okay. She rubs a lot of women the wrong way.
Mitzi: I shoulda known a guy like you wouldn't be on the loose.
Jack: Yeah well, the fact is, we've broken up, but wouldn't be fair to say I'm available, 'cause I'm not.
Mitzi: Who says you and me have to be Romeo and Juliet? I mean, we could just hang out, have a few laughs. I've never been anybody's one and only. That's just the way it is.
Jack: I'll end up hurting you, Mitzi. And I don't wanna do that.
Mitzi: I can see why Rose can't stand that woman. What a waste. A nice guy like you all alone?
Jack: No, this isn't Carly's fault.
Mitzi: Well, maybe if you called her. You know, tried to work it out?
Jack: The way things are, she's better off without me.
Craig: You're invincible.
Carly: Yes, this is true. Now don't you ever forget it. All right.
Craig: No, no, no, not again.
Carly: Why? What else are we gonna do?
Craig: Let me list the possibilities.
Carly: Oh, forget it.
Craig: I wasn't suggesting anything. Tawdry. We could have some more of that wine you were drinking.
Carly: No, I think we've had enough.
Craig: I'm in pain.
Craig: Well, about a better game?
Carly: What? Old maid?
Craig: With you? Never. No, how about something in the lines of a --
[Lightning crashes] a friendly wager.
Carly: I don't have anything to give.
Craig: Oh, but you do. A bottle of wine. You think I want something else?
Carly: And what do you have that I would possibly want?
Craig: A share or two of Worldwide stock? And you thought I couldn't make you happy.
Carly: All right. What's the bet?
Craig: That you'll want me to kiss you before the evening's over.
Carly: You. You are on. T!!!
Carly: I am just gonna love those stockholders meetings at Worldwide. I'll love seeing Lucinda's face as she sees me cast my votes.
Craig: You're sure you'll win?
Carly: Craig, I will never, ever ask you to kiss me.
Craig: And why is that?
Carly: Because I won't.
Craig: Because you're afraid to get close. It's true, huh? The last time we kissed --
Carly: Oh, the kiss -- must we talk about that kiss again?
Craig: You felt, I felt.
Carly: I felt? Yeah, I felt. I felt humiliated when the D.A. flashed that picture of us in open court. Heartbroken when Jack left me. Terrified when Margo came and arrested me as an accessory to attempted murder? Your kisses cost, buddy!
Craig: Quality and cheap.
Carly: You just call your broker, all right? Because that stock is mine.
Craig: We'll see, but it doesn't change the fact that you enjoyed the kiss at the time. And every time you've thought about it since.
Carly: But I haven't -- I haven't thought about it.
Craig: I have.
Carly: That's because you're obsessed.
Craig: Oh, I'm obsessed? Okay. Well, at the risk of violating our agreement not to mention a certain Jack --
Carly: Oh, here we go. Good.
Craig: Well, how many times are you gonna go back to the guy? And you're still planning on going back to him, aren't you? Once you get your career going and Parker squared away, you're gonna win Jack back again? Hmm?
Carly: So what? What's wrong with that?
Craig: It's dishonest.
Carly: It isn't. Not if I'm up-front about it.
Craig: That you want him back again, even though you and I have this unsatisfied thing for each other?
[Lightning crashes] and that if you could stop the world for a little while or may be just leave it for a little while, you could. And you and I would fall upon each other like flames on ice.
Carly: Exactly how long do you think that would take? This world-stopping escapade.
Craig: The rest of our lives. You're laughing.
Carly: I'm not -- but I'm too afraid to stomp on your foot right now.
Craig: Well, you're afraid to ask for what you want, Carly. You want me, and you think you shouldn't. That's why that kiss lasted as long as it did. Three minutes? I think the court transcript read. We connect. We fit, and you know it every time you look at me, every time you think about me. You know now. Hmm? Your body's warm all over. Your heart pounding.
Carly: And your heart?
Craig: Wants you.
Carly: I'm coming, honey.
Craig: I knew it.
Billy: So you think I should stay. And then what? Are you gonna tell him? Okay, fine. So I sit him down and say, "hey, Bryant, guess what. You know that girl you turned down your trust fund for? Well, her and I can't keep our hands off each other, and we're thinking maybe we wanna be together."
Jennifer: Why does this have to be so hard. Bryant's great, and I love him. It's just -- it's not like it is with you and me.
Billy: So you're gonna tell him that, right? So then I go to California.
Billy: Jen, I'm a carpenter, okay?
Jennifer: What's that got to do with anything?
Billy: Look at you. You're beautiful. Okay? You're smart. You're rich --
Jennifer: I am not rich. And besides, if I cared about money, would I have asked Bryant to give up his trust fund?
Billy: But that's the thing. I would never give up a trust fund, ever. And you and Bryant grew up with money. You're used to it. Okay, and your mom's a famous designer.
Jennifer: My mother won't even look at me. I guess when she does; it's too painful, 'cause I remind her of what she lost.
Billy: Look, I don't know if it was too much, I don't know if you need any reminders, but I made this for you.
Billy: Look, I didn't mean for this to happen, and I didn't want to hurt Bryant in any way. But I just want you to know that this is important to me.
Jennifer: So, um, when are you leaving?
Billy: I finish the deck by the end of the week.
Jennifer: So this time, it really is good-bye, isn't it?
Jack: I should get going. Paul. What are you doing here?
Mitzi: Scaring me half to death, for one thing.
Paul: Sorry, I was just looking for Rose.
Mitzi: She's out of town on Worldwide business with Lucinda. Jack was helping me out with the lamp.
Jack: Lucinda asked me to check the grounds.
Mitzi: After what happened at the wedding,
Paul: I doubt if anyone's out there in this. I just drove back from Chicago --
Jack: Who's with Barbara? If you were out of town -- I'm just worried about her in this storm.
Paul: She's with Hal and the kids -- I think she's finally willing to let the rest of the family back in.
Jack: So she's not alone tonight.
Paul: No, she's not.
Mitzi: You worried about that guy?
Paul: What guy?
Mitzi: There's this psycho on the loose. Jack was telling me all about him.
James: Hello, Barbara.
James: You look better than I thought.
Barbara: Get out! Get out!
James: Not until we've had a chance to talk.
Barbara: How did you get in here?
James: I owned this house, remember? You know, but I must say that I was touched when I found out that you had bought it. You're getting sentimental. It's sweet.
Barbara: I bought it because it's set back off of the road, with high walls and gates to keep out the undesirables.
James: Yes, boundaries are such a challenge.
Barbara: Not in my house!
James: You never used to object to my little vices.
Barbara: That was you, wasn't it, by the gazebo?
James: Yes, I just came to take a look around for old times' sake.
Barbara: You could have started a fire, leaving that cigar in the grass.
James: That would be ironic, wouldn't it? A woman burned beyond recognition buys her ex-husband's house, and then it burns to the ground.
Barbara: Paul will be home soon. Do you want him to find you here?
James: Paul? Um, he got a call from your B.R.O. lawyer in Chicago. Something urgent -- labor dispute needed his immediate attention. He won't be back for hours.
Barbara: Cute. You send my son out of town --
James: Our son, Barbara.
Barbara: So you could ambush me.
James: That's an ugly word, "ambush." I thought maybe we could have some tea. You've been through hell, haven't you? Unwise, Barbara.
Barbara: Don't think that I won't turn you in, James.
James: Do you really want to do that? Then you're all alone here, Barbara. I saw you send them away -- stouthearted Hal, little Will, Jennifer. Oh, she's beautiful. She looks like you.
Barbara: Not anymore.
James: Don't be weak, Barbara. You'll get your face back if that's what you want. I'm concerned about your spirit. Why do you think I'm here?
Barbara: Because it amuses you to see me like this. Because you think you can manipulate me and break me like you tried to do years ago when you tried to take Paul from me. But I know what you are, and you can't hurt me anymore, James.
James: Hurt you? You think I'd risk my life? You think I'd risk coming back here to Oakdale and being sent to prison to hurt you? No, I am here because you need me.
Jack: Before I came to Oakdale, I was with the bureau --
Mitzi: The FBI.
Jack: And last week, I thought I saw someone. These cases tend to stick with you. I'm just keeping an eye out, that's all.
Mitzi: And you can thank your lucky stars, too, because from what he told me, this guy sounds vicious. You're talking top ten most wanted.
Paul: Yeah, why would a guy like that come to Oakdale?
Jack: He has ties to the community, Paul. It's a long shot --
Paul: You know, my father -- my father's well-known with the FBI. He used to live in Oakdale -- James Steinbeck. Is that his name, Mitzi?
Mitzi: Gee, I don't know.
Jack: I'm not at liberty to divulge --
Paul: Yeah, his identity, yeah, I know. But if it is my father, let me tell you one thing. He better not show his face here.
Mitzi: Your father? I thought you said that your last name was Ryan?
Paul: Yeah, it is. I took my mother's name. I wanted nothing to do with that man. Matter of fact, the last time I was in the same room with him, I tried to kill him.
Abigail: You don't have to baby-sit me. I'll be fine. What?
Nick: Look, I know you're still in school, but babysitting? Come on.
Abigail: Oh, you don't have to keep me company.
Nick: Okay, look, let's get one thing straight -- you're keeping me company, okay? It's not the other way around. I think of you as a friend, Abigail. I mean, I hope that's okay.
Abigail: Yeah, me, too.
Nick: You know, in prison, you can't really afford to trust anybody. You don't have any friends. You know, allies, maybe, but you don't have friends. And you're the first person since I've been here who's acted like a friend to me.
Abigail: Is that where -- is that where you got the idea for our film? About the outsiders? Is that how you feel? Because I've felt that way, like I didn't know where I belonged.
Nick: When did you ever feel like that?
Abigail: When I found out about Molly and Holden, that I had been adopted.
Nick: Yeah, but somebody wanted you, though.
Abigail: Yeah, but I didn't know what I wanted.
Nick: Well, looks like you figured it out.
Abigail: It took a while. You know, you're gonna figure it all out, too.
Nick: You're scaring me with this --
Nick: Well, I'm not usually comfortable enough to have conversations like this with anybody.
Abigail: Well, it must be you. It's not me.
Nick: No, no, it's definitely you. What? What is it?
Abigail: You're embarrassing me.
Nick: Well, you better get used to it, because you are very --
Abigail: What? I'm very what?
Nick: You're an attractive woman, okay? And speaking as your friend, it's not a great idea to laugh when a man pours his heart out to you. You know, it doesn't work.
Abigail: Pours his heart out?
Nick: Do you know how many people -- women -- that I've actually said that to?
Abigail: A few -- 800,000, I'm sure.
Nick: Two. Well, three, now. What am I gonna do with you? If I'd just met you sooner. Um --
Carly: Parker's been working on a cold for the last few days, and now he's got a sore throat and a fever and just feels generally yucky, don't ya, honey? Maybe it's time you went on home, okay?
Craig: Oh, I'm sorry you don't feel very well, Park. Do you want me to go to the all-night pharmacy or something?
Carly: No. No, that's all right. We've got the stuff, it's just Parker doesn't like to take the stuff, and I don't blame you. I know, I know. It tastes like dead wombats, doesn't it?
Craig: You tasted it?
Carly: Well, Mommy had several teaspoons, didn't she? But it didn't get you to take any. Usually, I put him in front of a video and kinda sneak the medicine in, but no power, no video. So you know what I'm gonna do? I'm gonna get you a nice, cold washcloth for your head, okay? And Craig is just leaving.
Craig: Do you have any ice?
Carly: Well, you know, I'm sure the bar at the Lakeview has ice.
Craig: No, ice chips. It'll numb his taste buds and you'll be able to get some of that wombat juice inside him. It'll also help his throat a little bit. Huh?
Carly: Where did you hear that?
Craig: I'm the father of two children. Bryant and Lucy?
Carly: No, I remember their names. I just --
Craig: What? Thought I never spent any time with them?
[Lightning crashes] come on, I know all about oatmeal baths and ice chips and walking the floor until you're so exhausted you fall asleep even if they don't. I'm a father. Ask Sierra if you don't believe me. Why do you think she talks to me?
Carly: I've often wondered that.
Craig: I love my kids.
Carly: Just when I think I have you figured out, you surprise me.
Craig: Ice chips? Mm-hmm. Well, your mommy just told me a secret. You know that? She said she likes surprises. And you know what? No? I think she's gonna get one more.
Billy: Well, the streetlights are back on. I guess I'll walk you to your car.
Jennifer: So this is it, huh?
Billy: No, we'll still see each other.
Jennifer: You know what I mean. So you'll finish the deck, then what? Go to the airport, see what looks good?
Billy: You think I want to do this?
Billy: I miss you already.
Jennifer: I'm right here.
Abigail: Um, you okay?
Nick: Yeah, yeah, I'm all right. Look, I'm sorry about that. You know --
Nick: The last thing you need is some ex-con pouring his heart out to you.
Abigail: Well, we're friends, right? That's the kinda stuff friend's talk about. Look, Nick I know it's hard for you to trust anybody about everything you've gone through, but I want you to know that you can trust me. You know, I'm not gonna tell anybody about what you're going through.
Nick: And what's that?
Abigail: You're lonely. You wish that your life had been different, but it will. You've already started changing it.
Stagehand: All right, the power's back. We're going on the air with a weather update.
Nick: Great, thanks. You know, you should probably get home.
Abigail: Yeah. I'm going to tell Adam about the idea for the project.
Nick: I hope he goes for it.
Abigail: He will. Nick, if you ever want to talk, just give me a call.
Jack: Your father tries to contact you, you call me. Your mother needs you in one piece, you understand that? I don't want to have to sit down and tell her more bad news.
Mitzi: I thought Atlantic City was exciting. Ooh, here we go.
Paul: Okay, look, when you talk to Rose, you tell her to give me a call, okay, Mitzi?
Mitzi: Sure, absolutely. That guy -- you think it's his father, don't you?
Jack: Mitzi, like I said, I don't know it's him.
Mitzi: Who you calling?
Jack: Hal Munson. I want to make sure -- Hal? It's Jack. Listen, I'm just checking up on you guys, make sure you're okay in the storm and all. Good, good. Listen, I gotta run. Right. Me, too. Bye.
Mitzi: Hey, where're you going?
Jack: Barbara's alone. I gotta check on her.
Mitzi: Jack, you're a real stand-up guy, you know that?
James: I mean, look at you -- Barbara Ryan, hiding out like a hermit, afraid to be around her family, her friends. You're afraid to draw. You, the most talented designer I've ever known, afraid to draw.
Barbara: You know what you're good at, James? You're good at worming your way into other people's confidences and then breaking them down and breaking holes in their heart.
James: Love is a funny thing, isn't it?
Barbara: Who said anything about love?
James: Oh, I thought that's what we're talking about. There are all kinds of love, Barbara. There's the panting lunacy of the adolescent. Your daughter's head over heels, by the way. And then there's the power play of the middle-aged lothario. I didn't mention any names. But then there's love that one really doesn't realize until reflection. You look back, and you realize that it's been there all along, growing, ripening --
Barbara: -- Rotting on the vine.
James: I've missed you, and you've missed me. Montgomery couldn't satisfy you, and Hal -- you like a struggle to the finish. Oh, and it was a glorious finish.
Barbara: I want to see you locked up.
James: No, you don't. They can't help you, Barbara. I'm the only one that can help you, and I can't help you from a jail cell. I'm your last chance. Don't you realize that?
Barbara: Is this fun for you, seeing my ruined face?
James: You've never been more beautiful.
Carly: So he's asleep. Once his fever broke, thanks to you and your ice chips.
Craig: There's all sorts of things you can do with ice chips.
Carly: Oh, see, I knew that it was a mirage, that the kinder, gentler Craig would vanish once I turned my back.
Craig: No, he's still there. So's the woman who designed beautiful dresses for Molly's wedding, the mother who comforted her son, the woman who still hasn't asked me for a kiss even though I deserve it and I know she wants to.
Carly: You know, I'm not so sure that you do deserve it.
Craig: I'd do anything for you, Carly. I'd do anything for you, anything you ask, except go away, because I know you don't want me to.
Carly: Saved! The lights are on, and now you can go home and call your broker because the stock is mine!
[Knock on door]
Craig: And who could that be?
[Knock on door]
Carly: You have to go.
Craig: If that is Jack --
Carly: No, just please. Just do this for me. Just this once, okay?
Craig: But if it's not Jack --
[Knock on door]
Carly: You can dive out my bedroom window, okay?
Craig: Ooh, that's a thrilling passage, but I'm not gonna go until you tell me who it is you don't want me to see.
Carly: I can't. I can't. Please, I'll do anything you want, anything you ask.
Craig: Ask for the kiss.
Carly: Except that.
Craig: I'm not gonna go till you ask for the kiss.
Carly: Why? I thought the point was to prove that I want you, not to prove that you're clever enough to corner me into a kiss again.
Craig: Ooh, by the time we're finished, you'll want more.
Carly: You wanna bet?
Craig: Oh, yes.
Carly: Just hurry up.
Craig: These things take time.
[Knock on door]
[Knock on door]
Craig: Have dinner with me this week?
[Knock on door]
Craig: You better answer that door.
Craig: Oh, and I believe this is mine.
Carly: Don't gloat.
Craig: Me, gloat? I'll even leave the wine.
[Knock on door]
Paul: Where is he, Carly?
Carly: What are you talking about?
Paul: I saw his car in the parking lot! Where is he?
Carly: Are you sure you saw his car?
Paul: You know anyone else with vanity plates that say, "I rule"?
Carly: No, sorry. It's just so perfectly Craig.
Paul: You want to tell me what the hell is going on here, Carly?
James: Good, you'll stay with him, right? Good. Barbara?
Barbara: Don't pretend you enjoy the sight.
James: The skin will heal. The bones are still beautiful. The eyes -- don't hide, Barbara. If the world can't take it, to hell with the world.
Barbara: Oh, thank you. Now, get out.
James: No, not yet. You have a comeback to plan. You need me.
Barbara: I have Paul, and all right, he's inexperienced, but he's loyal, and I trust him.
James: You trust Paul? That call that I just received -- you'd like to know where Paul is right now. He's with a woman, a woman you don't trust. Would you like to know her name?
[Knock on door]
Jack: Barbara? It's Jack! You okay?
James: There it is, Barbara. There's your chance to have me right out there. Do you want to do it? Then do it.