As The World Turns Transcript Tuesday 12/18/01
Lily: Rose! Hi.
Rose: Spare a second to save your sister's life?
Lily: I can do more than that. Come on in. What's going on?
Rose: Paul, and my mystery caller, who is playing hard to get.
Lily: Your ex-whatever who's been calling and hanging up?
Rose: Vince O'Malley, yes. I should've refused the flowers that he sent me when I read the card. He's been calling, he's been leaving messages with my friends and family, and then I get a box of stuff from New Jersey from my pop, and look what's in it -- it's a picture, a picture of me and Vince from a long time ago. But I didn't own it, you see. That's the problem. If I had, I would've buried it long ago in holy ground.
Lily: So, where'd it come from?
Rose: Your guess is as good as mine.
Lily: Did you tell Paul?
Rose: I was going to tell -- I was going to tell him after the romantic evening, but then he happened upon it and he thought I was holding onto it for sentimental reasons.
Lily: Oh, Rose, no.
Rose: "What else is she hiding," he says. Next thing I know, he's gone. He's out the door. You have to help me get him back.
Mitzi: Mind if I join you?
Paul: No, I don't know if I'm the best company right now, so you might --
Mitzi: Well, I've had my not-so-hot days, too. All right? So what do you say we bore the heck out of each other for breakfast?
[Paul sighs] there's something you gotta know right off the top, all right? This is not a Rose-sponsored mission of mercy, all right? It's the farthest thing from it, actually. If she knew I was here, I would be dead meat. But that's how much I love her, and that's how drastic this is. Somebody's gotta set you straight and it looks like it's gonna be me. Okay?
Paul: Depends. What are we talking about?
Mitzi: Rose loves you, okay. And it's not that everyday kinda love, all right? Love like this comes around once in a girl's lifetime, and that's only if she's got the luck of the Irish, the Polish, and the whole United Nations, you know? So next time you get yourself worked up into a lather about the likes of Vince O'Malley or anything else that Rose left behind, remember this -- yours is the name she says a hundred times a day, you're the one she's wild about, you're the one who changed everything.
You are the love of Rose's life!
Hal: No, Susan, Emily's not here. Well, she's got a paper to run. She's just pulling an all-nighter at the office. It's no big deal. No, I'm sure she'll be back any minute. "Frantic?" No, Emily was not frantic. I mean, she was scared to death when Daniel wandered off, but what mother wouldn't be?
[Door closes] Susan, Emily's gonna be just fine. If Emily's kid is okay, then Emily's okay. She's a lot stronger than you think, Susan, and she's a darn good mother. I'll tell her. And I'll tell her you called. Bye. Morning.
Emily: Morning. Thanks for dealing with my mom.
Hal: Just telling her the truth. Maybe after I tell you a couple of million more times, you'll start to believe it. When you walked out of here, I was afraid I wasn't gonna see you anymore.
Emily: No, you can't get rid of me that easily.
Hal: I'm sorry I gave you the third degree last night. It was stupid and insensitive. I never should have implied that you didn't have the right to question what happened.
Emily: No, I know. I know. But you know what, I'm starting to come around to your way of thinking. You know, who kidnaps a little boy and drops him off at a police station, right?
Hal: Well, Emily, it could have happened the way you said.
Emily: Hal, don't patronize me, okay?
Hal: Who's patronizing? It's not out of the question that somebody took Daniel without you seeing him.
Emily: You think so? You really think so! This is a new development. Okay. I'm gonna -- I'm gonna go take a shower and we are gonna talk about this because it has been a very, very long night.
Hal: And I'm gonna come upstairs for another one of those before I go to the office.
Emily: Oh, I can hardly wait. Okay.
[Knock at door]
Hal: Good morning, Tom.
Tom: Good morning. I saw Emily's car out front. Mind if come in and talk to her for a few minutes?
Hal: Well, that depends on whether you're here for a fight, or if you come in peace.
Molly: You okay?
Abigail: I have a final tomorrow and I can't concentrate.
Molly: Well, maybe you should try going to the library.
Abigail: Honestly, I'll just sit there and think about Nick leaving town.
Molly: You've got other friends, don't you?
Abigail: Really? Where? Because with Jen gone, Nick was pretty much the only friend I had left. Maybe I should just skip the final and take an incomplete. I'll make it up later.
Molly: Or, maybe I can help you with it?
Abigail: You'd help me study for my final?
Molly: Of course I would. Why not? I mean, I know that this is hard for you. So, if you need help not thinking about Nick, I'm here, you know. And we don't have to just study, we can go shopping, we can go to the movies.
Abigail: Wow. I mean, considering how you feel about Nick, that's downright miraculous.
Molly: Don't you think for one second you're the first person that's ever had a serious crush on an older guy, 'cause I've had plenty in my time.
Abigail: Really? Who was your first?
Molly: First? Well, it was -- I kinda had three simultaneously. Andy Gibb, Leif Garrett and David Cassidy.
Abigail: Andy Gibb? Who?
[Molly laughs] oh, honey, I have so much to teach you.
[Abigail laughs] ha, ha, I got you. Crushes on older guys, there's nothing like it. Because, well, it's very intense. Because they're unavailable and -- that makes the fire burn a little brighter, you know what I'm saying.
Jake: Hello. Okay. Yes, whatcha talking about?
Molly: For the lack of a better word -- crushes.
Jake: Hmm. I remember my first crush.
Molly: Oh, do you?
Jake: Well, actually, I never got 'em. I just sorta I gave 'em, uh, what can I say?
Molly: Ha, ha! As if --
Jake: "Ha, ha?" You're laughing. Okay. So, you know what? You know what? You're laughing at me? No treats for you.
Molly: Oh, come on!
Jake: All right, you twist a guy's arm like that -- voila.
Abigail: What is that?
Jake: What do you mean, "what is that?" This is an old McKinnon recipe that, if you're very lucky one day, young lady, I will pass down to you.
Abigail: Uh, that's okay. Thanks, Jake.
Jake: I guess I'll try again.
Abigail: No, no. You don't have to do that. I know what you guys are trying to do. You're trying to make me feel better. And I love you for it.
Jake: Well, we love you, too.
Molly: That's right. And nothing's ever gonna change that. You do know that, don't you?
[Knock at door]
Jake: I know what -- I'll get that.
Molly: So, we'll go back to the drawing board for breakfast.
Molly: And then we'll start studying. How's that sound?
Abigail: It's worth a try.
Jake: What are you doing here?
Nick: I'm not leaving until I see Abigail.
Jake: You listen to me! You get out of this building, you get out of town, and you get out of Abigail's life!
Nick: Yeah, or what? You already got me fired. What's next? You gonna punch me out?
Jake: You know what? I wouldn't want to get my hands dirty.
Nick: Oh yeah, that's right. All you have to do is call up one of your buddies down at Oakdale P.D. You know, maybe they can plant some evidence on me? Get me busted for some ridiculous charge and thrown back into jail.
Jake: You know, who knows Nick, would that stop you?
Nick: Where's Abigail? Abigail! Abigail!
Abigail: Nick? Nick!
Molly: Who do you think you are, coming into our house like this?
Nick: You want to know who I am? I'm Abigail's friend. The only friend she has who will tell her the truth.
Jake: Oh, a friend. A grown man, a grown man is "friends" with a freshman in college. Do you hear yourself?
Nick: Well, you know what? She can't trust her parents --
Jake: You -- why don't you --
Nick: She gotta have somebody to turn to.
Jake: -- Pick on somebody your own size.
Abigail: Nick! Please, don't fight! Please, Jake?
Jake: You, you, you -- get out, Nick! That's enough, all right?
Nick: Look, you know what? I'm not leaving until I talk to Abigail.
Molly: This is our home, and you don't invade our home. You just don't barge in on her like this!
Nick: No, of course not. Of course not. You -- you want to wait till we're out in the street, then you can send in the cavalry. Right, Molly?
Abigail: What is he talking about?
Nick: She even wants me to buy into the story she's been telling everybody in town.
Abigail: What story?
Nick: That I am some kind of pervert!
Abigail: Why? Who? Who's she telling?
Nick: The cops. Or did she leave that part of the story out? That the two of them are siccing Lieutenant Munson on me?
Tom: So instead of "good morning," I'm going to get a lecture on my behavior?
Hal: Well, if you're here to give Emily a second helping of what you gave her yesterday, then maybe a lecture is what you need, Tom.
Tom: My son wandered off under her care. Negligence.
Hal: An accident.
Tom: It could have been a tragedy.
Hal: Will you please take a breath and remember how much she loves that little boy?
Tom: You know, I never doubted that. What I do question is Emily's ability to keep my son safe, and secure, and out of harm's way.
Hal: Her son, too.
Tom: I am reminded of it every time she drops him off late, every time I get excuses instead of action.
Hal: Well, I see you've got your closing arguments all sewn up.
Tom: Hal, if the shoe was on the other foot, if this were Carly and Parker, we would be scraping you off the ceiling right now. My son went missing, and it wouldn't have happened if Emily hadn't been preoccupied. She was so busy with her job she forgot about him!
Hal: Well, you answered my question. You're here to upset Emily, and I promise you, Tom, she's upset enough already.
Tom: She's upset -- upset because she almost cost Daniel his life? Or upset because she dropped the ball and got caught?
Emily: Why don't you ask me to my face, Tom?
Isaac: Bonnie? Wow.
You are a dead ringer for a so-called "waitress" that pretends to work here sometimes.
Bonnie: You know, if you were half as funny as you think you are, you'd be "half-funny."
Isaac: I know. I know. What are you doing here, though? You're normally 30 minutes late for a shift and here you are -- a good six hours earlier, and -- in a business suit.
Bonnie: I'm here to face the music. This morning is my final meeting with the hospital benefit committee.
Isaac: Ah, it is today. I'm sure you will have them eating out of your well-manicured hand. Although, yesterday, I thought you were ready to wave the white flag and surrender, and I can't --
Bonnie: Stop it! I surrender, Isaac! The whole point of this benefit is to raise money, and right now, we have a week and no headliners scheduled. It's a waste of time. No one's gonna show.
Isaac: What about the committee? You know what, forget the committee. What about the people who are depending on this? We need a high-tech burn facility in this area.
Bonnie: I feel guilty enough, as it is. Thank you.
Isaac: Apparently not, thank you.
Bonnie: What do you want me to do, Isaac? I've tried everything!
Isaac: No, you haven't. Have you tried that smile of yours? Hmm? Turning up the charm, making the committee go nuts over your mom's idea?
Bonnie: A homegrown talent show?
Isaac: You can sell it, duchess.
Bonnie: No, I can't. They'll despise it, and I'll be faced with humiliation beyond belief.
Isaac: So, what else is new? Show time, duchess. Your private public awaits.
Lisa: Here we are! Ready to rock 'n' roll!
Kim: We're very excited to hear your good ideas, Bonnie.
Lily: Paul left because he needed to blow off steam. Once he calms down, he'll understand.
Rose: I don't know. His crazy mother says he's been in some rough relationships. What if he thinks I'm just some other broad that lies? I mean, he's gonna stop loving me.
Lily: Come on, Rose, that's -- okay? Okay? What would it take for you to stop loving Paul?
Rose: It's a cosmic impossibility. Can't happen. 'Cause once I tell a guy I love him and then he -- he says it back to me -- that's it. For keeps.
Lily: Did you hear what you just said? Paul loves you, too.
Rose: Yeah --
Lily: So this is just temporary. Nothing is going to change his mind or his heart about you.
Rose: So what am I supposed to do?
Lily: Just tell him that this Vince guy's just a nuisance from your past.
Rose: Tried that. Once he saw that picture of me and Vince together, it was like I sold him down the river. Like I was playing him for a fool. And as bad as he felt, I felt like a gazillion times worse.
Lily: He's a man. And he's in love. If he thinks that somebody else is involved with his girlfriend --
Rose: Who's involved? I'm not involved with anybody. No, Paul -- he is my one and only. And this whole jealousy thing? It goes both ways. If I found out he was getting some love notes from his ex-whoever sprayed with "eau de sin," believe me, I'd track her down. Find her? Show 'em both a lesson.
Lily: That's what you have to do, you know? You have to find Vince and cut him off at the knees.
Rose: Find Vince? No way. No. Besides, I have no idea where he's hanging his sorry head these days, and -- and in this case, ignorance is bliss, and I couldn't be happier.
Lily: I thought you said he hung out in Atlantic City.
Rose: Ah, I heard that he was. But no one's seen him for months, so --
Lily: Well, there's one easy solution to the problem. Yep. You tell Lucinda, talk to her, have her private investigators track him down.
Rose: Won't work.
Lily: Why? Just tell her that he's been bothering you, he's harassing you, and --
Rose: She'll probably give him a big round of applause, actually give him a helping hand.
Rose: Because your mother doesn't want me to have anything to do with anybody in the Steinbeck gene pool. She finds out somebody else is interested in me, she's gonna help 'em out.
Lily: That's unbelievable! You're -- you're not gonna let her get away with that, are you?
Rose: No. Nobody comes between me and Paul Ryan. We're a perfect fit. That doesn't happen every day.
Lily: Hello? Uh, yes. Hold on, please. It's for you.
Lily: No, it's Vince O'Malley. Calling from the Lakeview.
Rose: Is this a joke?
Lily: He's on the phone. Talk to him. Tell him that you're happy, to wish you well, and to move on with his life.
Rose: How'd he get the number here? How'd he track me down here? This is a little -- a little sick for me right now. I don't know if I can deal with this.
Lily: Would you please talk to him, and tell him you've had enough. Or -- or, do you like the attention? Oh, tell me you miss the caveman.
Rose: Give me the phone. Mr Vince O'Malley? Please? Like a hole in the head! Vince! This is Rose. I want you to stop calling my friends, and my family, and stop sending me letters and messages through -- hello? Hello?
Mitzi: Do you know, like, nothing about women?
Paul: Less and less every day.
Mitzi: Well, would it surprise you to learn that a whole heckuva lotta 'em end up with guys they're not head-over-heels for?
Paul: Probably not.
Mitzi: Well, take it from me. It's true. You settle. You learn to look past a guy's bad manners and try to find something to love. Because as bad as he might be, it might be your last chance at anything that even looks like love. The lucky ones? The ones who find the mate that fate created for them? Well, those girls are few and far between.
You made Rose one of the lucky ones, Paul. You can't take that away from her now.
Paul: Then explain Vince O'Malley. I got a letter from him the other day. Sounds like a real gentleman. He even sent me a picture of the two of them together.
Mitzi: What picture?
Paul: The same one Rose keeps at her place. He couldn't wait to tell me how happy he was to be back in her life. And how he wants to make it permanent. Doesn't sound too much like your everyday "heel," does it?
Mitzi: Shows what you know about Vince.
Paul: What am I supposed to think, Mitzi?
Mitzi: You know what I think? I think you're acting like a real brain donor!
Emily: I will never convince you that I -- that I'm the perfect parent.
Hal: Don't fool yourself. There's no such animal.
Emily: Oh, no. It exists in Tom's book. It terrifies me that my son was in danger. I hate it that he was afraid. That I didn't notice the moment he walked out of that diner. I have kicked myself over it every second since it has happened.
Tom: You dropped the ball, Emily.
Emily: Yes, I did. For a minute. And I know, a minute is all it takes. I shouldn't have let myself get distracted. I know that, I -- but I love my son more than my life, and he loves me. And if you don't trust that, Tom, then I'm sorry --
Tom: I know how much Danny loves you. It's one of the reasons he had such a horrible night last night
Emily: What are you talking about? What happened?
Tom: Well, he cried himself to sleep in my arms, and there was nothing I could do about it. I tried, Margo tried, even Adam tried to lend a hand --
Emily: Why didn't you call me? I would've dropped everything and been over there in seconds.
Tom: Because he doesn't need a quick fix. He needs a mother.
Emily: He has a mother.
Tom: Then he needs more than you're providing. He needs more than food and affection. He needs and deserves our undivided attention.
Emily: Which he has when he is with me.
Tom: You left him.
Hal: Knock it off, Tom.
Emily: You know, if I lived in a perfect world, I would be independently wealthy, and I would be able to watch over my son 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, but I don't live in that world.
Tom: For crying out loud, this has nothing to do with you working or earning a living!
Emily: How many times do I have to say I am sorry. I am sorry! I am ashamed and I am horrified, and it was the worst few hours of my life. But there is nothing you can do to punish me, do you understand that? Nothing you can say or do to me can make me feel any worse than what I already feel!
Tom: I am not here to "punish" you.
Emily: You know what? If I thought it would help, I would get on my knees and beg you for forgiveness. But it wouldn't make any difference, because you've been looking for ammunition to destroy me for years.
Tom: Would you please give me a break?
Emily: But now that you have it, you know you're gonna hold on till you can decide how you can do the most damage.
Tom: So, you think I would do something to harm my own son?
Emily: I don't know, Tom. I mean, you've done it before. You've -- you've done it before. So why don't you just -- just say whatever it is you came here to say, huh? Tell me what a lousy mother I am. Tell me that you're gonna take my son away from me. Just get it over with.
Molly: Abigail, I can explain everything to you if you just give me the chance.
Nick: Yeah? Explain it to me, Molly, okay. Explain how it wasn't enough that you lied to Kim Hughes, got me fired with no chance of a recommendation, and no chance for decent employment.
Molly: Abigail knows that's not true.
Jake: You know, I think we've had enough from you.
Abigail: No, Jake, wait --
Nick: Just wait. Don't you see what they're doing? You see, they're still lying to you, Abigail. They're pretending that -- that they're protecting you and doing the right thing. At the same time, they're destroying my life.
Jake: Let me tell you something! You have no idea what destroying is. You come back, and I will have you arrested.
Nick: No, don't shut me out. Wait a minute. Abigail! Wait! Abigail!
Abigail: What did you do to Nick?
Molly: I didn't do anything.
Abigail: You promised that you wouldn't go to the cops, Molly.
Molly: I talked to Hal, Abigail, as a friend. Not as policeman.
Abigail: So, you don't think the lieutenant wouldn't show his badge and make threats?
Molly: I don't know what he did to Nick. I just know whatever he said --
Jake: Listen, if you want to blame somebody, blame me. Okay? I'm the one that -- that went to Hal.
Abigail: I can't believe this. I trusted -- I trusted both of you! I trust --
Molly: Nick is not telling you the whole story.
Abigail: Oh, no. And you are, Molly? Forget it! I have heard enough. I've -- heard enough.
Molly: Jake? Nick is furious. When he's like this there's no telling what he'll do, and I just wish that Hal would throw him in jail. I wish he were dead!
Abigail: What did you just say? Because he likes me? Because he doesn't want you ruining his life, a man should be dead?
Molly: I -- I didn't mean that.
Abigail: Yeah. I see. Just another lie, Molly.
Molly: Abigail. Abigail, wait. Wait, wait. Wait! I know where she's going. She's going straight to Nick! You gotta help me stop her, Jake.
Jake: Let her calm down. You take a couple of breaths, and then we'll sit down and we'll talk.
Molly: We were talking. That's just it, Jake. We were having an actual conversation before Nick walked in.
Jake: Molly, it's just a matter of time before he crawls out of town.
Molly: You think? Do you really think so, Jake? You saw the kind of hold he has on her. He snaps his fingers and our brilliant, independent daughter jumps.
Jake: She will come back home.
Molly: She went to him. So he thinks he can win. What if I never see her again, Jake?
Jake: Do I have to explain this to you again?
Molly: I know. We're two very different people. What if I lose her again?
Jake: You're not going to lose her, Molly.
Molly: I spent so many years trying to squash any possible maternal instincts. Maybe that's why everything I'm doing now is coming out wrong.
Jake: Honey, it's not -- it's not wrong. Look, when she was born did you even -- did you even get to see her face?
Molly: I remember -- I remember closing my eyes, and thinking, hoping, that the nurse would wheel her into my room -- so I could count all of her fingers and all of her toes, memorize those beautiful eyes.
[Molly sobs] and when she started crying, I could say "it's okay, baby. Mommy's here." But that never got to happen. Because -- my part in her life was over.
Tom: I am not here to talk about your motherly instincts, or lack thereof. I think I made myself clear on that subject.
Emily: Perfectly clear.
Tom: I want to talk about what is best for Daniel.
Emily: So do I.
Tom: Well, it's nice to finally hear you say it.
Emily: I have no problem discussing what's best for Daniel, as long as "what's best for Daniel" includes his mother.
Tom: I would never take a child away from his mother, especially a child I love as much as Daniel.
Hal: Well, if you don't need me here, I have business that I need to take care of. Will you call me?
Hal: Tom, I know you'll keep this cool.
Emily: Okay. Forgive me, I'm a little confused, so -- I'm a danger to my son, yet you want me to be part of his life?
Tom: Well, life is full of contradictions.
Emily: You're not going to try to take Daniel away from me?
Tom: Of course not. I am looking out for Daniel's well-being and health.
Emily: Well, at least we agree on the important things.
Tom: We have to. Because it's time for you to make some adjustments in your life.
Lisa: Bonnie, I cannot wait to hear what your ideas are for the benefit!
Bonnie: Neither can I.
Lisa: Oh, come on, now. Come on. Don't be modest. Give me a little hint.
Isaac: No, no, no. No hints, Lisa.
Lisa: Oh, please! This is not fair. We wanna know what you have in store for us.
Bonnie: Oh, well, it's really not that dramatic, Lisa. Really.
Lisa: Did I tell you she gets her modesty from her godmother?
Bob: Bonnie, you might as well give up. Your godmother's not going to give in until you tell her what you have planned.
Kim: Especially since the invitations are in the mail, already. There's no turning back. So, with your great connections you must have a terrific headliner for us. Who is it?
Bonnie: Well, I know I promised you the unexpected. And the unexpected is what you're gonna get. Well, nonstop music and entertainment, of course. But, this time it'll be unique. Unique because it will be an outpouring of love and support for the people of Oakdale by -- the people of Oakdale. And -- I'm talking about something you're not gonna find anywhere else but here, people. I'm talking about a talent show! Right, Isaac?
Isaac: It's going to be incredible. Yes, it's -- we've been brainstorming for days, and you would be surprised at the number of people that we found out had homegrown talent right here in Oakdale.
Bonnie: Yes. And Isaac, he is just mad about the idea, really. Won't you just tell them about some of the other things we've been "brainstorming" about?
Isaac: Well, we should definitely start auditions immediately.
Bonnie: Yes. Yes. And auditions will be held here at Java underground, of course. So, when you start putting up those flyers, you make sure you mention that all are welcome with absolutely no experience necessary. Now, is that a million-dollar idea or what?
Nick: No. Abigail, wait. Wait! Please, please. Don't run away from me.
Lisa: I, for one, just think it's a brilliant idea. Darling, you're so smart. A talent show! And we've been saying that we need very much for the people of Oakdale to feel that they have a stake in this, a personal stake. Well, what better way to stoke 'em up than this, huh?
Bonnie: Yes. Fantastic. Well, we have a resounding "yes" from the beautiful Lisa, here.
Bonnie: Dr. Bob? Kim?
Kim: I withhold my vote for the moment.
Bonnie: May I ask why?
Kim: Well, to be perfectly honest, it's been years since Bob has sung to me, and I'm not sure he can stay on key anymore, so I defer to him.
Bonnie: Dr. Hughes? The final vote rests with you. Four-star food, entertainment, a night filled with people of all ages, homegrown talent. Any committee can get together a few thousand dollars to hire someone to come into town, make a splash, and then leave with their collected check. But the moment we start giving of ourselves for ourselves, well, that's when we really start to make a difference in people's lives. Dr. Hughes? You were saying?
Bob: Kim, get my music out of the car.
Bob: My wife and I vote "Yes."
Bonnie: I knew you were a genius!
Lisa: No, you're the genius, darling. You see what happens when you put your mind to work. We're gonna bring out the best of Oakdale.
Kim: Oh, and I'll have a serenade from my husband again, after all these years.
Bob: I'm going to sing the lights out.
Lisa: I told you my goddaughter's so brilliant.
Bob: Okay, Bonnie, we'll be seeing you.
Bonnie: Thank you.
Kim: See you later. You did a good job. Keep the good ideas coming!
Bob: Okay. Isaac, very good.
Kim: Bye, bye.
Bonnie: See you soon.
Isaac: It's no need to thank me. You're more than welcome.
Bonnie: For what?
I pulled it out of the fire. My save. My win.
Isaac: Oh, no, no, no.
Bonnie: Listen, listen. We have a lot to do. We have our work cut out for us.
Isaac: "We." What -- what is this? "We" who?
Bonnie: Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah. Oh, my buddy. Oh, pal, we're in for the long haul. You and me. It's gonna be so much fun.
Molly: Hal, oh God. Please tell me nothing's happened to Abigail.
Hal: As far as I know she's all right.
Jake: Hal, come on in.
Hal: Did something else happen with Scudder?
Molly: Yes. He changed his strategy. He showed up here at the apartment, and he was on a rampage.
Jake: And -- we think she's with him.
Hal: Well, now, I told him that there wouldn't be any more trouble if he left town. I guess he needs somebody to remind him.
Molly: No, Hal, I don't think that's a good idea. Because whatever you do now, he's gonna take it out on Abigail. He's gonna punish her for it, and it'll just make everything worse.
Abigail: How did you find me?
Nick: I -- I followed you.
Abigail: Look, maybe it's just best if you leave.
Nick: No, you don't mean that. Look, Abigail, I followed you because I wanted to tell you that I'm sorry. I made an idiot out of myself and I shouldn't have gone there.
Abigail: Why did you?
Nick: Well, I was up all night, thinking about how once I leave town, everybody is gonna fill your head with lies about me, and I -- I just wanted to see you again. If -- if I'd known that Molly and Jake were there, I would have stayed away. If I knew that I was gonna lose it like I did, I would have stayed miles away, believe me.
Abigail: What was it that pushed you over the edge?
Nick: Well, I guess it was all the threats from Lieutenant Munson. You know, I've been keeping a lot of that to myself -- the way that your family and friends have been treating me. And I did that because I didn't want them to come between us. But once he promised to send me back to prison, I was like this dam that just broke --
Abigail: Wait. Lieutenant Munson threatened to -- to send you back to jail?
Nick: It was more like a promise that he meant to keep. Unless I stayed away from you. But I couldn't do that, Abigail. I had to see you again. I had to try one more time.
Abigail: Try what?
Nick: This. Please. Don't say no again.
Mitzi: You're angry at Vince, but he's nowhere to be seen, so you're taking it out on Rose. You -- you don't want to do that.
Paul: Of course not. I -- I love her.
Mitzi: You know, Rose and I spent a couple of hundred nights on the boardwalk, fantasizing about meeting "the guy." The guy that makes your knees buckle from the first time you meet him until you're dancing together at your 50th wedding anniversary.
[Paul sighs] we'd toss our spare change into the wishing well at the casino, knowing our odds were better for getting struck by lightning than meeting Mr. Right. Rose finding you? Gives girls like me a reason to keep dreaming.
Paul: You know what, Mitzi? You're -- you are a great woman, and a wonderful friend to Rose, but, you know, it's really not your --
Mitzi: Look. The point -- the point is that Vince O'Malley and every other Steve, Tony and Vito that ever bought her a drink, or spotted a bet for her, or bought her dinner -- they were nothing! Okay? Just something to pass the time until the real one came along. That's you, the real thing, Paul. So, if you had a brain in that head of yours, you'd know that already. So, know it now. Rose has been waiting for you all her life!
Rose: Hello? Hello? Nobody there.
Lily: Well, do you think Vince is the type of guy to fly halfway across the country, track you down at someone else's house, and not call you back, Rose?
Rose: He'll call back. He will.
Lily: He's not calling back. You have to call him. He's at the Lakeview. 555-8697. If you don't call, I will.
Rose: And then what?
Lily: Well, as you know, I do a darned good impression of Rose D'Angelo.
Rose: He can't even afford to tip the guy in the men's room, for crying out loud, how could he afford a room at the Lakeview? He's never been to west of New Jersey except for that one time -- yeah, hello. This is Rose D'Angelo. I am Lily Snyder's sister. Yes, your boss. Yes, I was wondering if you can give me the room of Vince O'Malley, what number room he's staying in? 221. Would you mind connecting me, please? Terrific. Really? Very interesting. Thank you very much. Have a nice day.
Lily: What happened?
Rose: He has a hold on all his calls and his visitors.
Lily: That's it. You have to call the cops.
Rose: He's not dangerous.
Lily: What if he is? What if he found out that you've become the vice president of Worldwide -- Worldwide, that's where he sent you the flowers, isn't it?
Rose: So he thinks I'm making the big bucks and he wants in? Oh, no. Oh, no, no, no. I gotta set him straight. Nobody -- nobody gets a piece of Rose D'Angelo.
Lily: Where are you going?
Rose: I'm going over to the Lakeview. Room 221. And tell some IQ-deficient pinhead exactly that information.
Lily: Rose! Be careful.
Rose: Oh, no. He is the one that should be careful. I'm just taking care of business.
Emily: Exactly what adjustments are you referring to?
Tom: I know how much you love Daniel, and it makes you a good mother on so many levels.
Emily: Thank you.
Tom: When you're focused and rested, you have Daniel's best interests at heart. But, if you wanna be any good to your son, you need to grow up. If you want to live here, fine. Hire child care. Someone I've met, someone who's trustworthy and responsible.
Emily: Everything I'm not, right? You want "sitter approval?"
Tom: Among other things. Bottom line -- reassess your priorities if you want to continue seeing Daniel on even a part-time basis.
Emily: I already see my son on a part-time basis. What are you getting at, Tom?
Tom: Margo and I decided that until you can get your life settled down, your exposure to Daniel should be limited to a few hours per visit. Those visits should be supervised by me.
Hal: All right, I've got both eyes on Scudder.
Molly: What if he hurts her?
Hal: Hey, he's a dirtbag, but he's not stupid. He got my message.
Molly: Thank you, Hal. I know you've gone above and beyond, but this is my little girl.
Hal: Hey, you don't need to say another word. Now, I'm gonna go see what's up with Scudder. I'll be in touch.
Jake: Thank you, Hal.
Jake: Any better?
Molly: You're right. Abigail has everything that I never had. She has a big patchwork family, all the love in the world, and a really good head on her shoulders. And now it's time I put mine on.
Jake: Oh. Oh, we're putting our reporter's hat on again, huh?
Molly: That's right. "Mommy" hat only makes me feel really helpless these days, so I think I need to take an objective point of view, at least for a couple hours a day.
Jake: Getting any newsflashes up there?
Molly: Nick's worked awfully hard to worm his way into Abigail's life, Jake.
Jake: But, why?
Molly: That is the million-dollar question. Does he just want my daughter? Or is there something else he wants?
Abigail: You know, that's your ring, not mine.
Nick: Yeah, but I told you why I want you to keep it. So you'll have something to remember me by.
Abigail: Where do you think you're gonna go?
Nick: Well, as far away from Oakdale as possible. But I know that no matter how far I go, I'll always have a part of you with me. That's why it's so important for you to keep my ring, to -- to keep me in your thoughts. Will you do that for me?
Abigail: No, it's too big. I'm gonna lose it.
Nick: Well, how about your chain? Maybe you could -- you could wear it around your neck?
Abigail: What do you think?
Nick: It's perfect. Now you'll always have me hanging around you.
Abigail: I wish you didn't have to go.
Nick: I wish I had a choice. But, with your folks and the cops, I mean, I don't -- stand a chance in this town. I mean, there's nothing here for me anymore. Except you. And some really great memories. Take care of yourself, Abigail. I'll -- I will never forget you.
Abigail: Wait, Nick! How can I just let you walk out like this? I mean, there has to be some other way.
Nick: Well, there is one way.
Abigail: Anything. What is it?
Nick: Go with me.