ATWT Transcript Tuesday 1/22/02

As the World Turns Transcript Tuesday 1/22/02

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Hal: Ah, you look like hell.

Jack: Thanks.

Hal: Could've taken a personal day, you know.

Jack: You wouldn't know what to do without me. Besides, this way, I can worry about Carly and get some work done at the same time. Yes. Yes!

Hal: Good news?

Jack: Hear for yourself.

Simon: Hey, Jack, it's Simon.

I'm back in Oakdale, and I think I hit pay dirt in Paris.

I'll see you soon.

Lily: Think he heard something about Rose?

Jack: I hope so.

Holden: Have you guys decided whether or not these three disappearances are related?

Hal: We'll know more once Simon gets here.

Holden: Why don't you sit in on that meeting? I'll go check in on Molly.

Lily: Okay, I will. I will. And I do know somebody else who's gonna want to know this information.

Hal: Margo, I'm gonna be tied up for a bit. Hello, Miss D.A.

Jessica: Good morning.

Hal: Any more news on the Scudder case?

Margo: Tom is going before the judge to request bail again. New evidence.

Jessica: The key with Adam's print on it has the potential to put another person besides Molly, in Nick Scudder's room the night of the murder. Since Abigail can't remember what went on, it's no longer an open-and-shut case.

Hal: Well, you'll keep me posted?

Jessica: Absolutely. Talk to you in a minute.

Margo: Thanks, Jessica.

Hal: So how's Adam? Any more fallout on asking him to take the lie detector test?

Margo: Oh, it's total avoidance.

Hal: Well, he's angry, Margo.

Margo: His anger I can take. I just hope when he says he wasn't in Scudder's room that night, he wasn't lying to us.

Adam: Billy. Billy! Have you talked to him yet?

Billy: No, not yet. He's busy.

Adam: Oh, Billy, all I need is two minutes to get all the information I need from Isaac.

Billy: I'll do the best I can.

Adam: No, you're gonna have to do better than that, Billy. You're gonna have to act as if your neck is on the line here. Act as if you're the one taking the polygraph test.

Billy: Okay. When do you take the test?

Adam: I don't know. It feels like my parents could be setting up a surprise attack for me.

Could be today, man.

Billy: I'll go ask him, and then I'll meet you at Al's.

Adam: Thank you. I'm sorry about all this. You know I wouldn't ask you to do any of this unless it was super important, right?

Billy: I know. You must really love Abigail to be doing all this for her.

Adam: This isn't about Abigail.

Billy: Oh, come on, Adam. If you can't lie better than that, you're not gonna beat the machine.

Jake: Abigail? Dr. -- Hey, Dr. Michaels is on her way up.

Abigail: You turn off the ringer on the phone?

Jake: Oh, yeah, and I turned the volume down on the machine.

Abigail: Good.

Jake: Hey, you sure I'm not pushing you into this?

Abigail: The more I think about it, finding out the truth is gonna help Molly more than it can hurt her. I can't let her go to prison because I can't remember what happened the night that Nick died. And if -- and if she's covering for me, Jake --

Jake: You -- you don't know that.

Abigail: But we've both thought it.

Jake: Let me get something out in the open that we -- that we really don't need to say, but I'm here to support you, not because Molly asked me, but because -- I love you. You know that. Right?

Abigail: Yeah.

[Doorbell rings]

Jake: Hey, come on in.

Dr. Michaels: Thanks. Good to see you again, Mr. McKinnon.

Jake: Oh, no, please, call me Jake. And this is -- this is my daughter, Abigail.

Dr. Michaels: Hi.

Abigail: Hi, it's nice to meet you.

Jake: You know, if I knew you made house calls --

Dr. Michaels: Well, Abigail didn't give me much of a choice. You're sure that you're okay with this procedure, despite the drawbacks?

Jake: Drawbacks? Nobody said anything about drawbacks. Are you saying that this could be dangerous for her?

Abigail: Dr. Michaels didn't say that it was dangerous, Jake. She just --

Jake: No, I believe the word was "drawbacks," and, you know, that's not working for me. Now, Abigail may think that she's comfortable with this, but for me, I need -- I need some more facts. I need -- I need you to be totally honest with me. I mean, is it -- is -- could hypnotizing -- maybe it's not the right way to go.

Dr. Michaels: Well, normally in a case like Abigail's, I don't like to rely on hypnosis as a first option. There's a reason that she can't remember what happened that night. But if it's a psychological reason and if she is repressing certain memories to protect someone or protect herself out of fear of retribution or prosecution, then sure, maybe it would be better for the memories to stay buried until the conscious mind feels prepared to deal with the consequences.

Jake: I can't let you put yourself at risk like that.

Abigail: You can't stop me.

Jake: I cannot --

Abigail: You can't stop me, Jake. I have to do this. I want to. Molly -- Molly would do the same for me, and you know that. I'm ready.

Jake: If going through with this hurts her in any way --

Abigail: I'm going through with this, Jake, with or without your consent.

Abigail: I'm just sick and tired of everyone worrying that I'm gonna break apart. Worry about Molly. She's the one in jail. I am just trying to get my memory back. It's not a big deal.

Jake: I told Molly I'd look out for you. That is a very big deal to me. A very big deal.

Dr. Michaels: It is to me, too. You're not just trying to remember any event, Abigail. Someone you cared about died. Your subconscious is trying to protect itself. And if we interfere with that, the aftermath could be very painful.

Jake: You see?

Abigail: Could it be more painful than sleepless nights, terrified for my mother and for myself? Or more painful than obsessing what might or might not have happened? Whatever goes on after being hypnotized, it cannot be any worse than imagining the ways that I've imagined Nick dying in front of me. Or that 20 years from now, after Molly has spent her life in jail and those sweet, precious babies have grown up without knowing her, that then -- then is when I remember that I'm the one that killed Nick.

Jake: You didn't. Now, we'll solve this together, but not this way.

Abigail: Can you think of a better way, Jake, to bring Molly home? Or give me just one night without nightmares? You'll still help me, won't you?

Jake: Dr. Michaels, I'm sorry. Clearly, my daughter and I have some things that we need to hash out. There is fresh-made coffee in the -- in the kitchen. Help yourself, please.

Dr. Michaels: Thank you. Take your time.

[Abigail sighs]

Jake: I don't like this one bit -- not one. Molly trusted you in my hands -- mine.

Abigail: Jake, I know that I said that I -- that I could do this without you, that I didn't need your consent.

Jake: But?

Abigail: But I could really use your blessing on this, because I'm afraid. I admit it. I admit it. I am afraid of going through with this. But I have to. Please understand that. I have to.

Jake: Okay. Okay.

Isaac: Is there something you'd like to talk about, or are you just stunned by my amazing good looks?

Bonnie: This is not fair, and you know it.

Isaac: Life's not fair.

Bonnie: Risking frostbite at the crack of noon. Is there some god I've offended? Some crime I committed? 'Cause I don't deserve this.

Billy: Good morning, Bonnie.

Isaac: You see what I have to deal with, don't you? See, you're the one that flicked the lighter that set off the sprinklers that flooded my storeroom that ruined all my paper supplies. That's why you are going to take this list here and see what we need and what we have left. Inventory.

Bonnie: And what's your chore? That sprinkler accident was at least half your fault. The least you can do is your share of the cleanup.

Isaac: Oh, I am. See, my share consists of finding an excuse that the insurance adjuster's going to allow. See, Tsunami Bonnie -- no, it's not listed here.

Bonnie: I so despise you.

Isaac: You took the words right out of my mouth. What can I do for you?

Billy: I need some help.

Isaac: Financial?

Billy: No, no, no. Some advice.

Isaac: About what?

Billy: It's kind of some shady business.

Isaac: By shady, do you mean illegal?

Billy: Well, you could put it that way.

Isaac: Would the cops put it that way?

Billy: Most definitely.

Isaac: Come on. Talk to me.

Simon: Jack? Hey, sorry I couldn't get here sooner.

Jack: No sweat. Everything all right?

Simon: Yeah, I just went by "the intruder" to bring Craig up to speed.

Jack: Since when does Montgomery take priority over the Police, Simon?

Simon: Since he paid for my trip to Paris.

Jack: And the department appreciates the assist. But Craig won't be helping anyone if he flies to Paris and screws up this investigation before it starts.

Simon: Wait, wait, listen, between trying to handle his daughter and "the intruder," he's got enough on his plate, it's okay. Do you mind if we get down to business?

Jack: Yes, I've got some people who are very interested in what you have to say.

Lily: Simon, I'm so glad that you're here.

Paul: I heard you've got some news for us.

Lily: Yes, are you helping us find Rose after all?

Simon: Whoa, wait, wait a second, I --

Hal: Just start with whatever you've got on the limo, and from there, we'll move on to how each of the women was kidnapped --

Simon: Listen, maybe I wasn't clear in my message. Something's gotten mixed up in the translation.

Jack: What was the mix-up?

Simon: Well, I managed to find some clues when I went to Paris. But, look, I don't know where Carly is, or Rose or Emily, for that matter. I'm sorry.

Billy: Okay, I've got this friend in Seattle. Very honest guy, but he's in some hot water. They're making him take a polygraph. So, he asked me if I knew a way to beat it.

Isaac: Well, there's one surefire way to beat it.

Billy: Well, what is it? Tell me.

Isaac: You just don't take the test.

Billy: Isaac, that's not an option.

Isaac: Seattle, huh? Why'd you come to me?

Billy: I didn't want to go to aunt Margo. She'd ask too many questions.

Isaac: And?

Billy: Well, I knew you wouldn't ask any questions. You're one of the smartest guys I know.

Isaac: Yeah, right.

Billy: Seriously. You're a pretty open-minded guy. Bryant trusted you. So, are you gonna help me out?

Isaac: All right, listen, I've got some ideas. The first thing to remember if your little enterprise is a little less than legit is, you've got to watch out for witnesses, 'cause they'll do you in every time. Bonnie, are we speaking loud enough for you, or should I speak up? This is a private conversation.

Billy: Whoa, that's not cool.

Isaac: What's the problem?

Billy: Oh, nothing. She's the D.A.'s daughter, and her mom's best friends with aunt Margo. And if she opens her big mouth, what we just talked about is --

Isaac: Okay, okay, calm down. Breathe, breathe. We didn't talk about anything. There's nothing to say. All right? Tell me something.

Billy: I thought I already did that.

Isaac: No, no, no, Billy. What I want to know is, why would an Oakdale D.A. be concerned about your friend's polygraph test in Seattle?

Margo: Oh, come on, Adam, pick up. Pick up.

Tom: Hey, not that a pastry and a double latte's gonna solve anything, but I think you should take it anyway, because like my mom always said, you never refuse a gift given with a full heart, and in case you've forgotten, when it comes to you, my heart is very, very full.

Margo: Well, I'm feeling better already.

Tom: No, you're not. Who was on the phone?

Margo: Well, not Adam. I keep calling, he keeps not picking up.

Tom: And does that surprise you? I mean, he said he would take the lie detector under "certain conditions."

Margo: Yeah, I guess he's just hoping if he avoids me long enough, this whole thing will go away. Oh, I wish that were true.

Tom: Yeah. So -- what does Hal have to say?

Margo: What does Hal have to say? Hal says, "sorry, Margo. Not now, Margo. I'm a little tied up now, Margo. And oh, there's information coming in about Emily's kidnapping, Margo."

Tom: Ah, yes, the kidnapping. The one that no one can actually prove was a kidnapping.

Margo: Well, yeah. You tell that to Hal. It's all that Hal and Jack can think about. It's like two of the best cops in the department have gone on vacation, and a hell of a lot of good that does me. Look, I know that Hal loves Adam, but last night, he wasn't even listening to him. Not the way he usually does.

Tom: So, do you think Adam sensed that?

Margo: Oh, yeah. I mean, he needs so badly right now for people to listen to him. He feels that he and Abigail can only rely on each other, and that's just wrong, Tom. That is so wrong.

Tom: Yeah, well, honey, when you're about to be hooked up to a lie detector machine, I doubt you should expect that person not to be paranoid. You know, underneath it all, he does know that you love him, and he knows that you're trying to help.

Margo: I'm gonna call him. Maybe I'll call again. Maybe he just wasn't up. He's still in bed. Hi, Adam, it's mom again. Remember, we were gonna talk about our arrangement this morning. So -- you know, I'm here at the station still. Just call me back. I can just imagine him standing there over the machine, staring at it and then walking away.

Tom: Why don't you go home and see if Adam's there?

Margo: No. I'm not gonna do that. I don't want him to feel like we're hunting him down. If he does decide to take this polygraph, can we at least guarantee him an excellent lawyer?

Tom: I've already retained Valerie Murphy, and she is the best.

Margo: Oh?

Tom: Second best.

Margo: That's good, because at this point, I just -- I can't say it. I just can't say it.

Tom: You think Adam's lying about where he was the night that Scudder died?

Margo: And you know, the only other time I think I ever caught Adam in a lie, he was -- he was young. He wasn't much older than Daniel, and I -- I found this crayon all over the wall, and I asked him, "where'd that come from?"

Tom: And he said?

Margo: Oh, he looked at me very sternly and he turned right at the nearest stuffed animal and said, "Pooky, why'd you draw all over the wall?"

Tom: Excellent save.

Margo: Yeah, well, it didn't quite work. I sat him down in front of me and I said, "Adam, I'm gonna ask you again, and this time, I want you to look me in the eye." And before you know it, that kid is up in my lap and he's saying, "I'm sorry, mommy. I'm sorry." Do you remember that? Do you remember the kind of a kid he was?

Tom: He's still the same kid. The stakes are just higher. And he's scared to death.

Margo: It's just, you know, if he lies in this polygraph, then Jessica might press charges. I wish you could represent him.

Tom: Well, me, too. But my plate's pretty full, and I can't walk out on Molly at this point.

Margo: I know, I know. And even if you could, I don't know if that would change Adam's decision. I'm beginning to think that the only person that's connected to this Nick Scudder murder who's determined to tell the truth regardless is Abigail.

Tom: But do you think she is going to remember what happened that night?

Margo: I think it might be the only thing that can save Adam.

Dr. Michaels: You're walking down a hallway, lots of doors, so many doors you can't even count them all. And at the end of the hallway, there is a door. And behind that door is the day Nick Scudder died. There's nothing to be afraid of. You're perfectly safe. Nick is still alive. When you're ready, I want you to open the door. Is it open? Where are you?

Abigail: I'm at home. I'm with Adam. We're talking about Nick.

Dr. Michaels: What about him?

Abigail: He wants me to run away with him, but Molly's just told me that he's blackmailing her. I have to go.

Dr. Michaels: Go where?

Abigail: I have to go to Nick's. I have to hear his side of the story.

Dr. Michaels: All right. We're leaving your apartment. We're walking down the hallway -- to Nick's room. Tell me when you're inside.

Abigail: I'm here.

Dr. Michaels: Who's there?

Abigail: It's just Nick and me. We're talking.

Dr. Michaels: About what? It's all right, Abigail. Nothing's gonna hurt you. Now, are you talking loudly or softly?

Abigail: We're arguing.

Dr. Michaels: Why?

Abigail: The box. I found a music box.

Dr. Michaels: Have you ever seen it before? Tell me. Tell me about the music box.

Abigail: It's from another woman. "Love, me." Who's me?

[Abigail remembering]

I was looking for a pen and I found this music box.

Nick: Do you like it?

Abigail: Beautiful.

Nick: Well, it's yours.

For -- Christmas.

Abigail: Really, nick?

How come you never gave it to me?

Nick: Well, I was waiting to get it engraved.

Do you want to know what it was going to say?

It was going to say,

"Abigail, you are the

music that I never

thought I'd

hear."

Abigail: That's sweet.

So, I guess you didn't

notice it was already

engraved.

Abigail: He says that he can explain, but he can't explain.

Dr. Michaels: Is he telling you anything at all about this woman? Take your time. Take your time, just try to hear the words and then say the words. 'Cause the words can't hurt you. They can't hurt you.

So I think it's a reasonable assumption that whoever picked Carly up from the airport is responsible for her disappearance.

Hal: So how do we prove that?

Paul: Well, it's been weeks since Carly arrived in Paris. I mean, even if we did find the limo in question, it's probably been cleaned a dozen times.

Jack: So we're right back where we started. There's no evidence to connect the limo to Carly going missing.

Simon: Maybe there is.

Jack: If you have any evidence linking that stolen limo to Carly, let's hear it.

Simon: Well, I contacted the security guy that you put me in touch with at Charles de Gaulle airport.

Hal: What did he get you?

Simon: Well, he clued me in to the surveillance cameras that are in the baggage and the pick-up area. If the limo driver waiting for Carly was waiting by his car, then he'd be in tape.

Jack: Well, good thinking.

Simon: All right, so I fished through the tapes and came up with a photo with a guy holding a sign that read "Carly Tenney."

Paul: All right, let's see it.

Jack: I knew it. I knew it.

Jack: Looks much different, alive, kicking and dry as a bone, doesn't he, Paul?

Lily: Who is it?

Paul: That's Phil Auster. The man who attacked my mother.

Barbara: Shh, shh, shh. Your sister's still sleeping off her jetlag.

Will: She sleeps like a log. She won't hear a thing.

Barbara: You're absolutely right about that. So -- what's on your agenda? What are your plans?

Will: Oh, I was thinking, you know, movies, video games. If there's nothing decent on the tube, we can rent some DVDs.

Barbara: Wait just a second, young man. I get a call from school saying come pick you up because you're not feeling well. You think you're getting sick again.

Will: I wasn't. I was hot, just like before.

Barbara: Uh-huh. Well, you're not hot now.

Will: That's because I was in the cold air.

Barbara: Wow. Good answer. But you know what? I wasn't born yesterday. So what's going on?

Will: Just wanted to spend a little more time with you, mom. You've been gone for so long. It's like, well, I really miss you.

Barbara: I miss you, too, honey. But that doesn't give you any reason to lie about --

Will: But you just got back.

Barbara: I'm not gonna go anywhere.

Will: You will when Emily gets back.

Barbara: You know what? Something I have learned in my long, long life -- and that is, anything can happen. So, what do you want for lunch?

Will: If it doesn't involve Brussels sprouts or wheat grass, I'm down with anything.

Barbara: Okay. Well, what do you say to your father's famous fried chicken?

Will: Definitely. But what will we have for dinner?

Barbara: Dinner? Dinner is going to be one fabulous dinner that the Munson's haven't seen in some time. I'm gonna cook up a storm for a celebration celebrating all the Munson's in the same room, at the same table, having dinner together. Sound good?

Will: Rocks.

[Barbara laughs] you're the best, mom.

Barbara: No, honey, you're the best. You're the best. Now, you get upstairs, wash up, work on that math a little bit and I'll call you when lunch is ready. I'm here to stay.

Billy: I don't know how to thank you, Isaac. Appreciate it.

Isaac: Stay out of trouble. That's thanks enough.

Billy: Well, if this doesn't get my friend out of a jam, I don't know what can.

Isaac: Yeah, so now that you got what you want, we need to talk about my payment.

Billy: I owe you something now?

Isaac: Yeah. The truth, okay? Are you in some kind of trouble with the cops?

Billy: Me? No, no, nothing. I'm serious. I'm asking for a friend.

Isaac: Who's more local than Seattle?

Billy: That's all I can tell you.

Isaac: All right. Oh, just remember, polygraph tests aren't admissible in a court of law, but if the cops think that your friend's trying to find a way around it, they're not gonna believe another word out of his mouth, no matter how innocent he is.

Bill: Gotcha. All right, thanks, bro. Appreciate it.

Hal: Thanks for your help with this, Simon.

Simon: Not a problem. I'm sorry I couldn't be of more assistance.

Hal: Hey, you gave us a good place to start.

Lily: Look, I'll walk you out.

Jack: I knew it. I know she didn't just disappear. No way would Carly leave her kid. But knowing that somebody set her up and hunted her down, I'm wondering where the hell all of them are right now.

Hal: They're alive, Jack.

Jack: Yeah, the limo driver's dead. The guy that kidnapped them, dead. He was dead ten minutes after telling me he wanted to come clean.

Hal: You gonna give up on Carly now? When she needs you more than ever? She and Rose and Emily need us to believe they're alive and that we're gonna find them, Jack.

Jack: Barbara knows what happened to them. I'm gonna get the truth out of her. Whatever it takes.

Lily: How's Molly holding up?

Holden: Not too good.

Lily: She should be home, with her family.

Holden: Yeah, well, Tom is doing everything that he can. Hopefully, we'll have a decision soon. What do you want to do? You want to stick around here, or what?

Lily: Yeah, I want to stick around, see if they find out anything about Rose, okay?

Holden: Okay. We're gonna find her.

Tom: Hey, Molly.

Molly: What'd you want to see me about?

Jessica: She's your client. You can break the news to her.

Molly: Whatever it is, I can take it. Somebody, please.

Tom: You are about to be released on bail.

Molly: You mean it? I can go home? Is it true?

Jessica: Yes. Yeah.

Molly: Thank you so much. Thank you. What about Jake? Did anybody call Jake?

Tom: I tried to reach him.

Molly: How soon can I leave?

Tom: Whenever you're ready.

Molly: I'm ready. I'm so ready. Let's go.

Margo: Jessica, we'll do the paperwork.

Holden: How about a lift?

Molly: You're on. Oh, Holden, is this really happening? Abigail and Jake are gonna be in for the surprise of their lives.

Dr. Michaels: Nick's told you there's another woman?

Abigail: It's all true. He got Brandy to sleep with Adam. He told Molly that he wanted money. It's all true. It's all true.

[Abigail remembering]

Nick: Remember all those nasty stories Molly told you about me?

Well, multiply them by a nice, round number and that'll give you a really

good idea what kind of person I am.

But you know, a lot of people think it's very appealing.

Abigail: I'm getting out of here.

Nick: You are --

Abigail: Get your hands off me!

Nick: -- Not leaving.

Abigail: I want to go home.

Dr. Michaels: Why? What's Nick doing now?

Abigail: He's in the kitchen. He's getting a drink. I want to call Molly. I need Molly. It's just -- it's a machine. Molly, it's me. Please come get me. I need your help. Please?

Dr. Michaels: Abigail, it's all right. I'm right here with you. These are memories, and memories are nothing to be afraid of. What's happening now?

Abigail: He hit me so hard I can't see.

Dr. Michaels: Abigail, take your time. He can't hurt you, because it already happened. It's in the past. It's very far away. What is happening after he hits you?

Abigail: I fell down. He -- I can't believe it. He hit me so hard. He's screaming at me. He's yelling at me.

Dr. Michaels: What is he saying?

[Abigail remembering]

Nick: Get up.

Come on, get up.

Abigail: He's telling me that he wants me to get up, but I can't move. My head -- my head hurts really bad.

Dr. Michaels: Let go, let go of the pain. I want you to try to see what he's doing now.

Abigail: There he is. He's coming at me. Please, don't let him hit me again, please.

Dr. Michaels: Abigail, what happened?

Abigail: I don't know. I don't know. I can't see. I can't see!

Isaac: We still on for our date tonight?

Bonnie: Is that all you have to say to me after I just overheard you discussing some shady thing you're about to get into?

Isaac: Billy asked a question, I answered.

Bonnie: Please tell me you do not know how to trick a polygraph machine.

Isaac: You'd be surprised at what I know from reading, not experience. Reading, it's something that you should try sometime.

Bonnie: So why did Billy feel that he could ask you that kind of question? Is there something he knows about you that I don't? You're a gangster, aren't you?

Isaac: Yeah, I'm a gangster. I have loaded dice in the casino, but mostly, I launder money so that I can smuggle guns into Oakdale, USA, the gangster and crime capital of the world.

Bonnie: Okay, you don't have to get defensive.

Isaac: I don't? The kid gives me more credit than you do.

Bonnie: I give you plenty of credit, Isaac. You've made so much of yourself.

Isaac: Considering where I started from?

Bonnie: Would you stop twisting my words?

Isaac: Yeah, I'll stop, as soon as you start thinking before you open your mouth.

Bonnie: Okay, if I ask you a question, will you just give me a straight answer? No evasions, no jokes, just an answer?

Isaac: What do you want to know?

Bonnie: Who are you?

Paul: All right, do we know my mother had something to do with this? Or are we just gonna take Jack's word as gospel on this?

Lily: Why are we all talking about Barbara? Do you think Barbara had --

Jack: This guy -- this guy waiting for Carly at de Gaulle airport, he coincidentally shows up at Fairwinds and attacks Barbara. At least, that's the story she's selling.

Paul: Keep talking, Jack. You're gonna be defending yourself on libel and slander charges.

Hal: The facts, Jack.

Jack: Phil Auster called me at the scene, said that Barbara was the attacker, that he was deep in something he didn't want any part of, and we arranged to meet at the old mill.

Lily: Why? What did he tell you over the phone?

Jack: He was afraid that somebody was listening in on his phone calls.

Lily: Who?

Jack: Steinbeck.

Paul: It's all speculation.

Jack: We think that Barbara and Steinbeck were working together.

Paul: You know, my father's capable of anything. That's obvious. But my mother? No. That limo driver was there to take her away, the way he did with Carly, Rose and Emily.

Hal: I doubt that. We found these among Phil Auster's effects.

Lily: What is it?

Hal: Receipts from plane flights that he took. This one shows that he was in Paris a few hours before Carly arrived. This one shows that he took a flight from Oakdale the night that Emily went missing. This, the same thing, the night Rose went missing.

Jack: And your mother knew his name, Paul.

Paul: She explained that, Jack.

Jack: To whose satisfaction? Not mine.

Paul: All right. All right, it's a little strange that he told her his name, but if he's crazy enough to attack her, he's crazy enough to do anything. Who knows why he did what he did?

Hal: Who? My money would be on your mother.

Paul: He was trying to kill her, Hal, and if I hadn't come along when I did and knocked him out, it might have gotten even worse.

Hal: Hold it, hold it. You knocked him out?

Paul: Yes.

Hal: Somebody want to tell me how he got away?

Paul: When I was trying to get my mother back inside, he took off. He panicked and he ran.

Jack: Why? But why?

Paul: How the hell am I supposed to know, Jack?

[Paul remembering]

Hey, hey, hey, you stay right there, pal.

The cops are on their way.

Chauffeur: Who the heck are you?

Barbara: Paul Ryan Steinbeck.

Paul: When she told him who I was, she called me Steinbeck. She never calls me Steinbeck. And as soon as he heard that name --

Hal: That's when he ran away. She used that name to tip him, to scare him off. And yet she claims that he was a total stranger, right?

Paul: She couldn't have done this. Could she?

Will: Hey, mom.

Barbara: Hi, honey.

Will: What are you doing with Emily's mug and all her stuff?

Barbara: Oh, I'm just --

Will: She's coming back, isn't she?

Barbara: Yeah. Sure she is. I'm just straightening up a little bit, trying to make a little room for the big, fancy meal I'm going to make tonight -- fabulous dinner at the Munson's. Gonna make all your favorites.

Will: Yay! No bean sprouts, no tofu dogs.

Barbara: Ha-ha. What do you think of this?

Will: Emily never cooks like that.

Barbara: And how could she? Nobody cooks like mom. And I'm back, and I know how to take great care of you and all of us. So, go work on that math, okay?

Will: Okay.

Barbara: Okay. Mommy's home.

Isaac: Who am I? What -- what do you want? A family history? A pedigree? What?

Bonnie: I just want to know who you are inside. All I know is that you are the most confusing man I have ever met.

Isaac: She says I'm confusing?

Bonnie: You're funny and infuriating, I can't talk to you for five minutes without wanting to crack you over your head, but when you touch me, I don't want you to stop. I mean, you act like some player with a harem, but yet you work so hard here, I don't know when you have time to play. So what's the story? Huh? Who is this man they call Isaac Jenkins?

Isaac: Well, I'm not a duke. I don't cheat on women. I don't even cheat at cards. I work for a living. I mean, I'm not expecting anything to be handed to me on some silver platter. There's no mystery here, Bonnie. I am what I am. And if that makes me somebody that you don't want in your life --

Bonnie: I never said that.

Isaac: You never stop saying it. You're constantly reminding me that I'm not good enough for the duchess. Oh, except when I touch you. Well, this has been fun, this little experiment, your little slumming thing, so you can --

Bonnie: Mom! Hi.

Jessica: Hi, sweetie. I know you're busy. I don't want to keep you from anything.

Bonnie: No, you are the perfect interruption.

Jessica: Well, is everything okay? You guys seem a little stressed out.

Bonnie: Stress is Isaac's middle name, especially today, but never mind him. What brings you by?

Ben: Hey, Isaac? What's up?

Isaac: My blood pressure. But what else is new?

Ben: Well, think you can tear yourself away from this place tomorrow night? Grab dinner together? Or do you have other plans?

Isaac: None at all.

Ben: So we're on?

Isaac: You got me.

Ben: All right, great.

Jessica: Bonnie said yes.

Ben: All right, so did Isaac.

Jessica: Great, then. We're on.

Ben: Yes.

Bonnie: We? Please, let her be lapsing into French. We who?

Ben: We. The four of us. We are having dinner together.

Bonnie: Oh. Great. Great.

Isaac: What did I do to deserve this?

Jessica: It's gonna be some night, huh?

Jack: I think we should bring Barbara in for questioning today.

Paul: We tried at her place, and then again over a corpse. Location's not gonna matter.

Hal: We're not gonna get to her by backing her into a corner, I know that much.

Lily: We will never find Rose without her help. There's got to be some way to get through to her.

Paul: There is. And I think I know what it is.

Jake: Okay, we're not getting anywhere else. We've done what she asked, so pull her out of it, okay?

Dr. Michaels: One more thing. Abigail, you're on the floor. Are your eyes open or closed?

Abigail: They're closed.

Dr. Michaels: Open your eyes. What do you see?

[Abigail remembering]

Abigail: I hate you!

Nick: Am I supposed to care?

Abigail: Why are you doing this to me?

Nick: I already told you, little girl.

You are nothing but a paycheck for me.

Dr. Michaels: What did you do when he told you that?

Abigail: The music box. I'm grabbing the music box.

Dr. Michaels: Why?

Abigail: Because I want to hurt him. I want to hurt him the way that he hurt me.

Dr. Michaels: Tell me what's going on.

[Abigail remembering]

Abigail: Stop it! He's taking it from my hand. He's stopping me. He's throwing it on the bed.

[Abigail remembering]

Nick: You really think you can hurt me, little girl?

You're pathetic!

Abigail: He hit me. Oh, my god, I can't believe he hit me. He's gonna hit me again. I have to stop him. I have to stop him.

Dr. Michaels: Abigail, listen to the sound of my voice. He can't hurt you.

Abigail: No, he can and he will! I have to stop him! I wish that he was dead!

Jake: Doctor, please.

Molly: What the hell's going on here?

Abigail: I want him dead! I want him dead! I hate him! I want him dead!

Dr. Michaels: You're leaving the room. You're leaving the room. Remember the hallway? You're in the hallway. You're in the hallway now. You're closing the door on that day. I'm going to count backwards from five, and when I get to one, you're going to wake up. Are you ready?

Holden: All right, that's enough.

Molly: Whatever you think you're doing to our daughter, I want it stopped now.

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