ATWT Transcript Wednesday 12/19/01

 


As The World Turns Transcript Wednesday 12/19/01

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Abigail: Are you serious?

Nick: I have never been more serious in my life.

Abigail: But Oakdale's my home. I mean, to leave now, before I even finish school, that's kind of a scary thought.

Nick: Yeah, but all the important decisions in life are scary, Abigail.

Abigail: It's just so sudden.

Nick: Abigail, we've been moving towards this moment since the first time we met. Haven't you felt it?

Abigail: Yeah. I just -- I didn't know it would be now.

Nick: Yeah, I understand. You know, I didn't want to spring this on you, but things have forced my hand. I'm out of work. If I don't get a job, I lose my parole. I can't see you when I want. I feel like my freedom is being taken away from me again, only this time, it's worse. This time, this prison, everything is right in front of me that I want, but I still can't touch it. I can't grab it. Look, if you're not ready, I -- if you want me to walk away, I understand.

Abigail: No. No, it's not that. It's just, we're talking about the rest of my life, Nick.

Nick: Abigail, you are so young and beautiful. To you, everything is new and exciting. It's -- you know what I wish? I wish I had red, shiny rag-top sitting out in that lot out there instead of my piece of junk and that you and I could just jump in it, take off, go somewhere, someplace warm. The sun could just beat down on us, and we could start the rest of our lives together without anything between us -- not Molly or Holden or Hal Munson. Abigail, I want us to spend every night together. I want to make you feel safer than you've felt before. Just tell me that you -- you want to be with me as much as I want to be with you. Tell me. Tell me that you want us to be together.

James: I bet there's no mail for me.

Barbara: Our invitations arrived to the benefit for the Burn unit.

James: Huh?

Barbara: I agreed to be their honorary chairperson.

James: Excellent. How fitting you should re-enter Oakdale society while all your enemies are on the brink of ruin.

Barbara: I want them ruined now! I know that Carly is tucked away in Paris, but meanwhile, Paul is slumming with the pride of Atlantic City and Emily is playing Suzy homemaker in my house with my family.

James: Look, everything is moving much faster than you think. Don't you see how close we are to victory?

Barbara: Words, James -- words.

James: Wrong. Even as we speak, Paul is becoming disillusioned with the colorful Rose D'Angelo. And Emily's days of tending the hearth and home are about to -- excuse the expression -- go up in smoke.

Tom: Margo and I have decided that until your life settles down, your exposure to Danny should be limited to a few hours per visit, and I should supervise those visits.

Emily: Wow. You and Margo have been awfully busy, rearranging our custody agreement and now, this supervised visitation brainstorm. It's so warm and fuzzy, Tom. I'm sure it was your idea.

Tom: Well, I'm serious about it, Emily.

Emily: You're serious about everything. You said you were never going to take Daniel away from me.

Tom: And I'm not. This is just for the time being.

Emily: Okay, so what's "time being"? A week, a month, the rest of his life?

Tom: Please, don't exaggerate.

Emily: I have a right to be alone with my so Tom -- alone. I have a right to raise him the way I want, without interference from you.

Tom: Not if your way puts him in danger.

Emily: What am I supposed to say to that, huh? Because no matter how I try to get you to understand, in your eyes, I will always be the flake who can't keep her eye on her own kid.

Tom: Well, I think the facts speak for themselves.

Emily: Yeah, well, you know what? Love isn't about "facts." What I feel for our son is stronger than anything I've felt in my entire life, and Daniel feels it, too. That little boy has changed me in ways you will never begin to understand, and I will not stand here and let you turn me into some part-time parent.

Tom: Listen, this is just until you settle in. After you've lived here with Hal for awhile, then we'll revisit things.

Emily: I said no, Tom -- no to you looking over your shoulder every time I want to give my son a cookie. No to asking your permission if he can go outside and play. No to waiting for your approval when he wants me to read him a bedtime story. My time with Daniel is my time.

Tom: Don't push me. I've already prepared a legal argument detailing all the reasons why this is in our son's best interest.

Emily: Well, you know where you can stick your argument.

Tom: Don't fight me. I will file on you in family court. Now, I'm giving you a chance to settle this without the law becoming involved, because if we go to court, the judge will agree to my terms, and you will have to live with them, possibly losing Daniel. Are you prepared? Are you prepared to risk that?

Paul: Rose? Wow. Merry Christmas. Rose?

[Beep] Answering machine: Hey, Rosie. It's Vince the invincible. I got your message, baby.

Congratulations on dumping fashion boy and heading my way. Hey, this Lakeview Towers is pretty cool. You were right. So get over here. You know the room number. Don't keep me waiting, sexy.

It's been too long.

[Beep]

Paul: It's a joke. It's got to be a joke.

[Knock at door]

Rose: Open up, cheese ball, or I'll break the door down! I know you're in there, O'Malley! I'm telling you right now, you messed with me for the last time. When I'm through with you, you're going to need more than a steak for your shiners. You're going to need the whole cow. There. That's more like it.

Rose: Vince?

Maid: Hey!

Nick: You've been awfully quiet.

Abigail: I'm sorry.

Nick: Well, if it's the idea of us being together that scares you, I understand. I'm not --

Abigail: No, no. Come on, Nick. I'm the one who practically forced myself on you.

Nick: Then what is it then?

Abigail: It's just, there's so much I'd be leaving behind. Not just school, but my family.

Nick: But your family doesn't understand us, and Oakdale University is not the only good college.

Abigail: I like it there.

Nick: Abigail, some of the best film-makers learned on the job. They didn't learn in the classroom.

Abigail: And some went to great film schools.

Nick: Okay, you know what? I tell you what. I am going to put our talents to the test. We are going to do another documentary, okay? You're going to set it up -- yeah. You're going to set it up, the ideas, you're going to shoot it. What I will do is I'll edit it. And you know what? We'll submit it to all the film festivals. I know somebody at Sundance, and I'm pretty sure that I could get it in, okay? So maybe next spring you and I will be accepting another prize. How does that sound?

Abigail: Yeah, that would sound rather cool.

Nick: You know why? Because you and I have already proven that we are a great team.

Abigail: Nick, that sounds incredible. I mean, it sounds like a dream. But I -- I just -- I just need to think about it. I just need some time, okay? I can't give you an answer right now. I'm sorry. Look, I love the ring. I really do. Thank you so much. I'll talk to you soon, I promise.

Nick: Abigail, wait! Damn!

Woman: Was her running out of here part of your master plan?

Nick: If she needs time, we give her the time, all right? She's young.

Woman: Nicky, all our plans just walked out that door.

Nick: Would you shut up!

Hal: You enjoying that milk shake, Nick? Now, I thought I made myself pretty clear the other day. Now, have you got a hearing problem? Don't you understand English? Or do you just enjoy ticking me off?

Maid: What are you doing in Mr. O'Malley's room?

Rose: The door opened by itself. Technically, I didn't break any laws.

Maid: What do you want?

Rose: I'm looking for Vince -- Vince O'Malley, Room 221. Where did he go?

Maid: I don't keep tabs on our guests.

Rose: Well, then you don't mind if I poke around.

Maid: Yes, I mind. Nobody's allowed in these rooms without the guest's permission.

Rose: Does this face look familiar to you?

Maid: Should it?

Rose: Lily Snyder is my sister.

Maid: And I'm Ida. Shumsky's sister.

Rose: Lily Snyder. Hello? Name ring any bells?

Maid: The only bell getting rung is yours if you don't get out of this room. Now, beat it before I call security.

Paul: Hey, Pete. How's it going?

Pete: Great.

Paul: I need a favor.

Pete: Sure, Mr. Ryan. What can I get you?

Paul: Information. I'm looking for a guy named Vince O'Malley.

Pete: I've never heard of him.

Paul: He's staying here at the hotel.

Pete: Well, if he is, he hasn't been to the lounge.

Paul: He probably checked in a few minutes ago, a little while.

Pete: Did you check at the desk?

Paul: Well, you know how they are about security around here. See, Vince and I were old college roommates, and I heard he was in town. I just wanted to surprise him. But I don't know what room he's in, so -- I'd really like to catch up with my old buddy, so if you could help me out at all, I would appreciate it.

Pete: Sure, Mr. Ryan. Have a seat, and I will be right back.

Paul: Okay, thanks.

Emily: Court -- that's your big gun? Well, bring it on. Because I can't wait to tell your friends in their little, black robes how you're trying to railroad me out of my son's life.

Tom: This is about Daniel's safety.

Emily: No, it isn't. It is about control. You hate sharing Daniel with me. You have since day one, and now, lucky you, you've got the perfect angle to use against me. Well, I just hope I'm around when you slip up, because I can't wait to rub it in your face, threaten you.

Tom: That's very mature.

Emily: Well, you know what? I guess mature people file law briefs while the rest of us are just happy with getting even.

Tom: You know, when they found Daniel on the station steps and brought him to Margo, you want to know what his first words were?

Emily: "I don't like you"?

Tom: "I want my daddy." He was scared, Emily.

Emily: I know he was scared. It breaks my heart every minute I think about that. That boy had one moment of fear. I have to live with that for the rest of my life.

Tom: Please. Just try and be reasonable.

Emily: Oh, you want me to be reasonable? I will show you just how reasonable I can be. You go ahead. You file your -- whatever, your argument. And while you're busy getting ready for your big day with the judiciary, I will do everything I can to make sure Daniel and I never step foot in a courtroom. I will lie. I will cheat. I will fight you with everything I have, because nobody, and I mean nobody, is going to take my son away from me.

Molly: I think I've finally logged every single encounter with Nick Scudder since he's been to Oakdale.

Jake: About as enjoyable as a root canal.

Molly: I'm still missing something.

Jake: Missing something? You know what? I bet -- I bet we're missing his head on that platter that Donna got us for our wedding.

Molly: That and a motive, Jake. What does he really want? Why does he want Abigail? The answer is probably staring me right in the face. Maybe I'm just too close to see it.

Jake: Maybe you don't want to see it.

Molly: I'm not afraid of the truth, Jake.

Jake: Okay. Well, that makes one of us.

Molly: What do you think he wants?

Jake: I don't know. It's just a theory, but I get this sick feeling in the pit of my stomach that Nick gets his kicks from revisiting history. I mean, think about it. Abigail is young, she's beautiful, and she's your daughter.

Molly: No, no, no. This has nothing to do with having sex with my daughter.

Jake: My love, when it comes to the male species, sex has more to do in life than you even want to know about.

Molly: Not this time. Not this time, okay? Because Abigail is not me, because she's not impulsive. She's mature and responsible.

Jake: She's a kid. You don't always know what's going on in their head. I mean, did you think for a minute that Adam was a one-night stand kind of guy?

Molly: Okay, I hear you loud and clear. But Nick made that girl -- he made a deal with her to come on to Adam. Why?

Jake: Insurance. Gets Adam out of the way, only has one obstacle left -- that would be the "irrational mother."

Molly: Okay, your theory has merit.

Jake: "Merit"? Thank you.

Molly: But it's still missing something. It's not just this sick mother-daughter thing, Jake. It can't be, because Nick needs -- he needs a bigger payoff than that. So as long as I don't know what he really wants from Abigail, then he still pulls all the strings.

Jake: You don't know what it took to keep me from wringing his scrawny, little neck. The next time -- the next time, I am buying the groceries. Abigail.

Molly: I'm glad you're home.

Abigail: I'm sorry I ran off like that.

Molly: Everybody needs to be alone sometimes.

Abigail: Well, I wasn't alone. I was with Nick.

Jake: You were with Nick? Well, that will jump-start a conversation around here.

Abigail: Well, I didn't do it to start a conversation. I was just trying to be honest.

Molly: And we appreciate that. So were you with Nick the whole time?

Abigail: Yeah.

Molly: Abigail, please tell me you were careful.

Abigail: Careful?

Molly: I think you know what I'm talking about.

Abigail: No.

Molly: I know that sometimes, you can get so caught up in the moment that you don't realize that something really bad could happen.

Jake: I think what she's trying to say is that, believe it or not, we were young once, and you have the, you know, hormones stampeding through your body.

Abigail: Don't tell me we're having this conversation.

Jake: Okay. We're not having this conversation.

Molly: I'm afraid we have to have this conversation, because it sounds like you and Nick --

Abigail: Had sex?

Molly: If you did, then I need to know that you used protection.

Abigail: Wait. You think because I was angry with you, I ran out of here and had sex with Nick?!

Molly: It's not an accusation, honey.

Abigail: Everything out of your mouth sounds like an accusation.

Molly: Abigail, I'm really tired of this. When did this home become a war zone? I'm beat. I'm tired of fighting, and I'm tired of being angry all the time. I really miss things the way they were, okay? I really miss us sitting up talking all night, and I miss you jumping on our bed with your silly magazines, asking us to cast our vote for the hunk of the month.

Jake: After all, that was me, right? It's always been me. I know. Millennium hunk, Jake. Not much, but I see a little smile.

Molly: I know life can't always be one big girls' night out, but it doesn't need to be like this. Honey, I miss you. I miss my daughter. I miss my best friend.

Abigail: I know. I miss you, too.

Molly: What? Where did you get that ring?

Abigail: Oh, it's a present from Nick.

Molly: Unbelievable!

Abigail: What? Molly, what?

Molly: Unbelievable. I gave that ring to Nick!

Abigail: That's impossible.

Molly: No, it's not. For our anniversary. Abigail, he gave you the same ring that I gave him!

Rose: Come on, Hazel. Go ahead, go ahead. Call security and tell them you're holding off the boss' sister with a feather duster. See how long you hold onto this gig.

Maid: If you are who you say you are, why do you want your sister's guests to see you dragged down to the front lobby by the whole security team?

Rose: I never thought of that. Right, the other guests. You go back to your mold and your mildew. I was just leaving. As a matter of fact, I was never here. You never saw me. I never saw you. Capisce?

[Door slams] all right, O'Malley. Which rock are you hiding underneath?

Rose: What's going on, Peter?

Pete: Not much. Look, I've got to get back to the bar. Oh, but if you're looking for Mr. Ryan --

Rose: Oh, I'm definitely not -- definitely not looking for Mr. Ryan. You got that? As a matter of fact, these boots never walked into this lounge.

Pete: Sure. Whatever you say, Rose.

Tom: You save your threats and drama for The Intruder. I'm offering you a chance to still have time with Daniel.

Emily: Yeah, on your terms.

Tom: This is not punishment.

Emily: That's exactly what it is.

Tom: Believe it or not, I am not trying to hurt you.

Emily: You're not hurting me. You're hurting Daniel. He's too young to understand it now. Believe me, when he is older, I will make sure he knows exactly what you tried to do, that you forced Margo on him, that you tried to deny him his own mother. And he will hate you, and that's when you'll end up losing your son, because you won't have your precious law on your side to protect you. That's when he'll be old enough to decide for himself that he wants you out of his life for good. Get out!

Tom: Emily --

Emily: Get out!

Tom: Please, just give this arrangement --

Emily: Get out of my house! Get out of my house!

[Emily cries]

James: Trust me, Barbara. Everything is going exactly as we planned. Carly is gone, and soon, Rose will be eradicated from Paul's life. And Emily Stewart? Well, the little incident at the diner is only a premonition of things to come. Soon, she'll be separated from her son for more than just a few hours. Soon, it will be forever. Hey, a little appreciation, a little gratitude?

Barbara: I will show my "gratitude" to you when Emily Stewart and Rose D'Angelo are merely bad memories in this town.

James: Well, don't blink, Barbara, because it's all going to happen before you know it.

Rose: Well, I'd better get out of here before my day goes from bad to worse. I had a little bit of a run-in with that dimwit from housekeeping on the second floor.

Pete: Oh, Noreen?

Rose: I don't know, but her and her attitude threw me out of room 221 like she owned the complex.

Pete: It's got to be Noreen. She just started here yesterday, and she's already ticked off half the staff. Do you want me to tell her supervisor?

Rose: Nah. No, no big deal.

Pete: So, what is it about 221?

Rose: Oh, you don't want to know. Trust me. But I was never here, okay?

Pete: You weren't?

Rose: You keep my little secret, I'm telling you right now, Lily's going to put something nice in your Christmas stocking.

Pete: Your secret is safe with me. Thanks, Rose.

Rose: Okay.

Paul: 221. All right, Vince. Here I come.

Nick: It's not a crime to drink a milk shake, is it, Lieutenant?

Hal: Oh, there's lots of things that aren't crimes, they're just plain rotten things to do. Like playing games with a young girl's life.

Nick: I'm not playing games.

Hal: I'm trying real hard to get into the holiday spirit, Nick. Don't turn me into a scrooge.

Nick: Uh, what do you want, Munson?

Hal: I want you to finish your little milk shake, there, and I want you to get in your car, alone, and I want you to start driving. And when you get to the edge of town and you come to the sign that says "thank you for visiting Oakdale," I want you to keep going. Do we understand each other, Nick?

Nick: Yeah.

Hal: Oh. You'll never guess who I ran into at the police station today. Your parole officer, Frank Bowers. Now, Frank's a great guy. He takes his job very seriously. But, I let it slip that you'd been fired, and Frank didn't know that, and he's not very happy with you today, at all. Now, I told him that you would check in with him and fill in all the blanks. And when you do, do not forget to leave a forwarding address. Happy holidays, Nick, as far away as that pile of junk parked outside and the Department of Corrections will let you go.

Woman: It's all falling apart, Nick. You're blowing it for both of us.

Abigail: I can't believe you think this ring was --

Molly: I know it is.

Jake: All right, time out, you two. Time out.

Molly: Jake, it's Nick's way of sending me a message.

Abigail: Again, it always comes back to you.

Jake: That's not what she was trying to say, Abigail, she's not --

Abigail: It's a present from Nick. Live with that.

Molly: The man is playing with our heads.

Jake: Are you sure? Are -- are you --

Abigail: That's crazy.

Molly: It's the ring, Jake. I got it from a store that makes handmade jewelry. It was run by some throwback hippie from the '60s. I can take you to the store. I can show you exactly where it is, if it still exists, and I can tell you exactly how much I paid for that ring.

Abigail: Hmm-mm. Go ahead. Yeah, make it up. Because there's no way I could verify it, right?

Molly: Abigail, it's true. What I'm saying is all true.

Jake: Would you guys listen? Can we just sit down and talk about this rationally for a second?

Molly: There's one reason --

Jake: Molly!

Molly: -- And one reason alone that Nick gave you that ring. And that's so that I would see it, because he knew we would fight.

Abigail: That is so twisted. That is truly twisted.

Molly: No. He's trying to rip us apart. Do you see it?

Abigail: No, Molly. Nick's not doing that. You are. Nick gave me this ring because he believes in us, and he wants us to have a future together. He wants us to go to a place we can feel free to love each other without anyone coming in our way.

Jake: Ah -- ah. A place? What, what -- what place?

Abigail: Nick has to leave town and I think you know why. He asked me to go with him.

Molly: No! No way, Abigail! I forbid it!

Abigail: Well, you can't stop me.

Molly: Well, I can make one phone call to your adoptive parents, and that will stop you.

Abigail: You are not dragging them into this, Molly.

Jake: What are you -- Mitch and Diana have a right to know about something like this.

Abigail: Yes! When I tell them.

Molly: Yeah. And you can do that when you get to Rotterdam.

Abigail: You are not sending me away.

Molly: I will do a lot worse if it'll keep that controlling monster from ruining your life.

Abigail: You are the controlling one, Molly.

Jake: No one is trying to control --

Abigail: Of course you would defend her.

Jake: No, Abigail, listen to --

Molly: I don't need defending.

Abigail: You got Nick fired, you got cop friends of yours to scare him, and now you're gonna ship me off to Europe!

Molly: To protect you --

Abigail: From being happy? You know -- maybe, Molly, when you knew Nick, he was everything you told me he was, but he's changed. He loves me.

Molly: Who wouldn't fall in love with you?

Jake: Okay, Abigail -- he loves you. Then why does he want to take you away from your family and friends?

Abigail: Because you make it impossible for us to be together.

Jake: Well, I mean, that he's a mature guy, I would think that he would want to stick around and he would want to prove us wrong.

Abigail: Please! You guys are such hypocrites! Why should Nick have to prove himself to you? Do you look at Molly differently because she had me when she was a kid? You know, and you're not perfect, Jake. You've broken hearts, too. Do you think we should call a few ex-wives back in Bay City and get them to tell us details -- I mean, of how you're not the perfect family man? You guys have both made mistakes, but you've learned from them. And Nick, he's not allowed to live his down or start over? Instead, you decide who is and who isn't worthy of your acceptance and your forgiveness. And I'm not -- I'm not gonna live like that. When Nick asked me to go away with him, I wasn't sure that I could leave my family. But now, my home is with Nick. And you guys have made it clear all the reasons of why I can. And I'm glad I found that out before it was too late.

Hal: I've got vanilla cream-filled doughnuts.

Emily: Oh, there isn't enough refined sugar in the world.

Hal: That bad?

Emily: Worse.

Hal: Tom?

Emily: That's one word for him.

Hal: What now?

Emily: You don't want to know.

Hal: Emily, I always want to know.

Emily: I'm not allowed to be alone with my son. Tom says I only get a few hours with him, and -- and according to him, he has to be there to "supervise."

Hal: Oh, now that's crazy --

Emily: Yeah, well obviously you're not up on the law according to Tom Hughes. Oh, and -- and it's all in Daniel's "best interest."

Hal: That is such a crock --

Emily: Yeah. And if I don't play by his rules, I don't play nice, I get a one-way ticket to family court where a judge of his choice gets to decide that I'm the worst thing to happen to motherhood since "Mommy Dearest."

Hal: He can do that?

Emily: He can do whatever he wants after what happened at Al's.

Hal: All right, what can I do?

Emily: I don't know. Just love me?

Hal: All right, you know that's done. You know I do that. Now, I'm also gonna get the best family law professional in the state, and I don't care what it costs.

Emily: No, no, no.

Hal: I'll borrow against my pension.

Emily: No, this is my fight.

Hal: This is our fight, Emily.

Emily: Hal, even if we could afford it, where are we gonna find a lawyer in Oakdale who doesn't know Tom? Or one that would downplay the fact that my son was wandering the middle of the street while I was interviewing some b-list celebrity?

Hal: Well, I'm not gonna let Tom steam-roll you.

Emily: I love that you want to fix this --

Hal: And I hate it that I can't.

Emily: But this isn't gonna just go away. I know Tom. He had that "take no prisoner" look in his eye and -- I just keep replaying that night in my head over and over again and none of it, I mean, not one bit of it makes sense. Daniel is not an antsy kid. I know my child. He would listen to me. He understands he's not allowed to just wander off -- why did I leave him sitting at that table? And when he got up, why didn't he just walk over to his mother? I was right there. Why didn't I just bring him to the telephone? I should've -- I shouldn't have gone out. I should've stayed home.

Hal: And I should have been there with you --

Emily: No, you couldn't have known --

Hal: And neither could you, Emily. Tom's been beating his chest about Daniel ever since you moved in with me.

Emily: Yeah, but you know what? Now he's got something on me, Hal. Something big.

Hal: Yeah. And you've got me.

Emily: Yeah.

Hal: Mm-hmm.

Emily: It's no fair, you making me all feel safe.

Hal: Well, why not?

Emily: 'Cause that's not how my life goes, Hal.

Hal: Since when?

Emily: I don't know. Since the doctor said, "congratulations, Susan, it's a girl."

[Hal laughs]

Hal: Well, guess what? You don't do scared and alone anymore.

Emily: I just have so many questions. Why did Daniel end up at a police station?

Hal: Dumb luck?

Emily: Yeah, when there are a dozen other places he could have gone --

Hal: Emily, I know. But, listen, we both decided -- Daniel wandered off. No more conspiracy theories. He wandered off, he happened to wind up at the police station.

Emily: Yeah, right in Margo's waiting arms.

Hal: Better hers.

Emily: Better for whom?

Hal: And your point is?

Emily: That is my point. Don't you see? "Better for whom?" Come on, maybe nobody wanted to kidnap Daniel or cause him any harm. Maybe they just wanted to prove that my son was not safe with his mother. He wasn't safe with me. Daniel was not the target that night, Hal. I was.

[Knock at door]

Paul: Open the door, O'Malley! I know you're in there. I saw Rose downstairs. Open the damn door! I'm coming in, Vince -- whether you like it or not. I don't believe it.

Mitzi: Well, mama, get ready to smooch on ole Santa Claus.

Rose: Mommy should know you shouldn't kiss the guy who comes around once a year and has a missus at home.

Mitzi: Oh? Who dumped on your holiday cheer?

Rose: Who do you think?

Mitzi: Oh, Rose, I'm sorry. You know, I know I shoulda kept my big mouth shut, but I just couldn't let that loser stick a needle in the eye of true love.

Rose: You're a poet. What are you talking about?

Mitzi: Okay. I'm gonna tell you, but you gotta promise not to get mad.

Rose: I won't get mad.

Mitzi: I went to Paul. I had to explain to him how Vincent P. O'Malley isn't fit to polish his shoes. How he's third string all the way, and Paul's the star quarterback.

Rose: Oh, Mitzi --

Mitzi: He is! I mean, he's the guy you cheer for. He's every prom date we ever fantasized about. He's the reason that you've been sticking wedding cake under your pillow since you were 12, hoping that you'd dream of meeting a guy like him one day. And I told him that your one day is here, and that Rose D'Angelo isn't about to throw away perfection for a slug like Vince. So, now you can go ahead and scream and yell at me, and tell me to butt out of your life.

Rose: Get over here. Love ya', Mitz. You're the best friend a girl could ask for, you know that?

Mitzi: Well then, why were you so miffed before?

Rose: Oh.

Mitzi: Who got you going?

Rose: Vince! Vince O'Malley. He's trying to "86" my life.

Mitzi: It's a good thing Vince never accomplished anything in his life --

Rose: Now he's holed up at the Lakeview.

Mitzi: No way!

Rose: Yes "way"! I just came from there.

Mitzi: You talked to him?

Rose: No, no. He called, Lily got an earful, and I ran over to the Lakeview to tell him I'm gonna give him his kidneys for Christmas if he didn't get on the next bus to Atlantic City!

Mitzi: Oh, good girl!

Rose: No, he wasn't there.

Mitzi: Well, where was he?

[Rose sighs]

Rose: Probably at some watering hole getting "blotto."

Mitzi: Want me to make the rounds?

Rose: No. No, I'll handle him.

Mitzi: Are you sure? Because I don't mind casing a few places.

Rose: Yeah, I know, but no, I'm gonna do it. I gotta do it myself so I can kick him in the can if he gives me any lip.

Mitzi: Four feet are better than two.

Rose: I'll let you know if I need your help.

Mitzi: I'll sharpen my boots.

Rose: I better go over there now. I mean, what if birdbrain shows up here if Paul -- arg!

Mitzi: Where -- where exactly are you gonna go?

Rose: I'm going to the Lakeview to tell that, that "over" means over. Oh, you gotta promise me something.

Mitzi: Anything.

Rose: Do not tell Paul where I went. Please!

Mitzi: Why not?

Rose: Because he's already green over Vince as it is. I don't want him to go ape over a fling ain't flung.

Paul: How could you do this to us, Rose?

Maid: Hey, I just cleaned this room. Where'd all this stuff come from? And where's Mr. O'Malley?

Paul: I wouldn't know.

Maid: Hey, what's going on?

Paul: I think even a jerk like me can figure that out.

Emily: Every instinct in my body tells me this is not some stupid coincidence. Daniel did not just wander off at Al's and cross a busy intersection and not get so much as a scratch.

Hal: Thank God.

Emily: And then what? End up at the police station, where Margo hears those first magical words, "Where's my daddy?" Come on, you're a cop. If some perp laid this story on you, you'd laugh them right out of the interrogation room.

Hal: Emily, I know it's hard to accept, but sometimes life's just like that -- coincidence and luck. Kids can go through the craziest things and come out without a scratch.

Emily: And end up in their stepmother's waiting arms? Come on. No, I'm right about this. Somebody dropped Daniel off at that police station and coached him on exactly what to say.

Hal: Mm-hmm. And perhaps you'd like to come up with who really killed JFK while you're at it?

Emily: Don't make fun of me.

Hal: I'm not making fun of you, Emily. I just don't want you going chasing a theory that doesn't pan out.

Emily: Then I'll prove it. I'm a pretty damn investigator myself.

Hal: I never said you were not, Emily, but you're talking about a pretty big plot here. There would have to be third parties involved. There would have to be a lot of planning. There would have to be -- Emily, look, you are a wonderful mother, Daniel loves you, and I'm going to do everything in my power to make sure he stays right here where he belongs. But I am not going to abandon reason and logic to do it.

Emily: Oh, "reason" and "logic," right, right. Didn't they say Craig Montgomery blew up the boathouse?

Hal: All right, all right. Look, let's say for the sake of argument that I agree with you. Let's say that this whole thing was orchestrated to prove that you're an unfit mother, and Daniel is not safe in your care --

Emily: Which it was.

Hal: Okay, fine. Well, who was the mastermind behind this plot?

Emily: Tom Hughes.

Barbara: Even you, James, can't predict how people will react in a crisis.

James: No, not with everyone. But with Emily and Paul, I could write a doctoral dissertation on those two.

Barbara: People change.

James: Not their basic nature. You see, Paul expects to lose at love. His heart's been broken time and time again by unfaithful lovers. Well, Rose, she fits the profile perfectly. A few well-planted doubts will reap huge results.

Barbara: And Emily?

James: Emily is a very intelligent and rational woman --

Barbara: Good grief, don't give her so much credit.

James: No, no, no, no. But let there be one little tilt in her narrow orbit and it short-circuits her ability to reason. She becomes rash and impulsive. Like the proverbial Grinch -- yes, even the thought of losing her son is all we need to trigger her ruin.

Barbara: What are you doing? Put that out.

James: Barbara, there's nothing to fear. There's a bigger fire burning inside of you, Barbara. Don't let the nagging doubts and fears deny what you're feeling inside.

Barbara: Get that away from me.

James: Come on, Barbara, open your eyes. Open them. I'm here with you. I'm right here. You can trust me. Everything's going to be fine. These are the flames of triumph, Barbara. These flames symbolize what you and I have accomplished together. Yes. Give me your hand. Your fears are now a thing of the past. As you see, today, we're going to celebrate the end of Carly for trying to steal your business. We're going to celebrate the end of Rose D'Angelo for attempting to steal your son. And we're going to celebrate the end of Emily Stewart for attempting to ruin your family. The light of your enemies is out, Barbara. Your victory is close at hand.

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