As The World Turns Transcript Monday 1/28/02
Rose: Well, listen to her. She's got terms. You wanna negotiate, huh?
Emily: Wait, wait, wait. So what? If she'll help us.
Rose: All right, all right, all right. You'll help us break out of this fancy massage parlor, and what do you want in return? What was your name again?
Emily: Come on, does it really matter?
Rose: Yes, of course it matters. We can't give her carte blanche. What's your condition?
Emily: Oh, come on! What are you, Lee Iacocca? We are not exactly in the position to negotiate here.
Rose: I liked it better when I was making the decisions. Don't make me regret taking you off that happy gas. What is the deal that you want?
Libby: If you two are breaking out, I want to join you.
Rose: Oh, well, that's great. Climbing over the wall propping up grandma Moses here.
Libby: Please. I know I'm old and my strongest years are behind me, but I know every inch of this place. I know it like my own home. I can help you. I won't be any trouble.
Rose: How do we know you're not yanking our chains?
Libby: I hate it here. And you two, I sense something different about you.
Rose: Maybe that we stayed awake long enough to make a plan.
Emily: Libby, where will you go if you do come with us?
Libby: Back to the United States. I have a family there, just like you. I probably have grandchildren by now. Oh, I miss them so much.
Rose: Oh, cry me a river. Look, you help us get us out of here, and yeah, you can come with us. But first, we cannot do anything without a telephone. So how soon can we get one?
Libby: Just leave it to me, and we'll be out of here in no time.
Jennifer: I can understand that you guys are pretty freaked out, but what kind of help are we talking about here?
Adam: Honestly, Jen, we need money.
Jennifer: You're kidding, right?
Abigail: No, he means it.
Adam: We don't have enough time to kid around here, Jen. If you have any money, we're gonna need it, and we're gonna need it now.
Jennifer: Well, what happened? I thought you were gonna go to the Police.
Abigail: Well, I kind of changed my mind.
Adam: I kind of talked her out of it. Look, Jen, we're gonna be going away for a little while. And the reason why I can't go to an ATM and dip into my own savings account is because that way, dad, my mom -- everyone's gonna know where we were and what time we left.
Abigail: We can't take that chance.
Adam: And Jen, you cannot tell my mom or dad.
Barbara: James? James! Where are you?! Are you in here?
James: Barbara, you're not listening.
Barbara: I am. I am listening, James. But can't we talk face to face?
James: Well, sure we can. All you have to do is find me, and you can find me if you put your mind to it.
Barbara: But I've looked everywhere, James, everywhere!
James: I don't have much time, Barbara. I hope you've found me by now.
Barbara: This isn't funny, James.
James: Barbara, if you're unhappy, you have no one to blame but yourself. You banished me, remember?
Barbara: How many times do I have to tell you that I'm sorry?
James: Barbara, you had no compassion in your heart for me. But I'm pleading with you -- please find some empathy for those three women. Barbara, please, don't hold those poor women any longer.
James: You can't win this one, Barbara. You need to set your prisoners free, and you need to do it now.
Barbara: I should have known! I should have known you'd try to blame this on me!
James: Barbara, I'm sure you've had your reasons for hating those women. But you've gone too far. I hope you realize that by now.
Barbara: I've gone too far?!
James: And now you're trying to implicate me in this crime. Barbara, I have spent years trying to clear my name. Now, how can you in good conscience expect me to take responsibility for what you have done?
Barbara: You're incredible! You're turning this all around!
James: I have no vendetta against Carly Tenney, Emily or this Rose D'Angelo. You're the one that wanted to make them suffer. And Barbara, all you're doing is making a bad situation worse. I'm pleading with you, Barbara -- think of these women. Carly and Emily have children. You're a mother. Please think of the children. Now, you must free these women, and you must do it now. Barbara, free these women, and do it now!
Barbara: No! I won't listen to you anymore. I won't listen to you!
Jennifer: I can't believe that Margo and dad actually asked you to take a polygraph test.
Adam: "Asked"?! No, ask is not the word that I'd use. I mean, there was just no way out, that's all.
Jennifer: But why, though?
Adam: Well, they decided that I knew more about Nick Scudder's death than I was actually saying.
Jennifer: Did you?
Adam: I -- I just didn't wanna talk about it --
Abigail: He was just trying to protect me.
Adam: I didn't wanna get it to the point where Abigail would have to take a polygraph, too, you know?
Jennifer: I'm glad you made a complete 180 on this. I didn't really want you going to the Police if you didn't remember exactly how Nick got killed.
Abigail: Yeah, but I want to remember. And if Adam and I go away for a little while, it'll give me time to get a clear picture of what happened that night, and then I can clear things up with Molly and get her off the hook. She didn't kill Nick, Jen. I know that.
Adam: Okay, Jen, look, we really gotta get out of here, so -- I can guarantee you that dad already has an APB on my car, so --
Jennifer: Yeah, yeah. Wait, wait -- I'll be right back.
Adam: Thanks. Thanks. What?
Abigail: I just -- I'm wondering. I hope we are doing the right thing. Molly is gonna be so worried out of her mind.
Adam: "Worried"? Abigail, I guarantee you, this is exactly what Molly wants us to do.
Jennifer: Okay. Here. It's $300. I hope it'll help.
Adam: Oh, thank you. You are a life-saver. I owe you big time. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.
Jennifer: Don't worry about it. No problem.
Adam: Okay, come on.
Abigail: Jen, that's way too much money. I can't let you do that.
Adam: Abigail, no! It's already been planned out. Come on, we can't stop now. We don't have enough time.
Abigail: It's just this is so horribly familiar, you know -- me in trouble, you bailing me out.
Jennifer: New York was a long time ago, Abigail.
Abigail: Yeah, but you took a big risk back then, and here I am begging you like --
Jennifer: -- We're best friends.
Abigail: Thank you. I'm gonna find a way to pay you back.
Jennifer: Look, money is the easy part, okay. The hard part is having people treat you like you killed someone, and you're my best friend. I know my best friend wouldn't kill anyone, no matter what. Okay?
Abigail: I wish I had as much faith in me as you.
Jennifer: Go on. Get out of here, guys.
Adam: Listen, Jen, if anyone asks you --
Jennifer: Don't worry, don't worry. I didn't see you guys, just go!
Adam: Okay, thanks.
Jennifer: And please, be careful!
Molly: So this is what it comes down to, Jake, us conducting our own investigation?
Jake: I'd rather have it be us than the cops.
Molly: This felt like the one safe place, the place where our family could actually just live, and now we're turning it into our own private crime scene.
Jake: We have to find Abigail, don't we?
Molly: Jake, this is Abigail we're talking about -- beautiful Abigail, my Abigail, Abigail who burns the popcorn and lets me stroke her hair when we watch old movies and plays with the girls, telling them stories --
Jake: I know.
Molly: -- Until they beg her to play out all the parts.
Jake: I know.
Molly: And her life has been invaded, Jake. She's been violated, by Nick and by the legal system. And now, we're gonna top that off by going through her clothes, through her pockets, looking for evidence?
Jake: If that's what it takes to get her back here.
Molly: God. Nothing is sacred anymore, is it?
Jake: We are sacred. This family is scared. And when Abigail gets back here and she's in our arms where she belongs, she will be the first to understand that we did what we had to do. You think I like going through her personal stuff? I hate it!
Molly: I know you do. Okay, honey. You start in the coat closet. I'll go to her bedroom.
Jake: She's not gonna hold this against us, honey. Because she's that young girl with the bright, shining eyes that sang at our wedding.
Molly: I love you both so much.
Jake: I love you.
James: Barbara, what is done can be undone. Let these women get back to their lives and their children. Let them go. Please let them go.
Barbara: You go to the video store and you ask for "It's a Wonderful Life," and look what you get. Go figure.
Hal: You get the tape. I'll deal with her.
Hal: Where'd that tape come from, Barbara?
Barbara: Oh, you overestimate me, Hal, if you think I know the answer to that.
Hal: You have to know something about how that tape got here!
Barbara: Oh, the fantasy continues. Barbara Ryan, criminal mastermind!
Jack: Well, according to this tape, James Steinbeck, Hal and I are all sharing the same fantasy.
Barbara: I don't give a damn about James Steinbeck's sick imaginings! That's a setup! Isn't it obvious to the two of you?!
Hal: First you give us the slip when all we ask you to do was answer some questions. And where do you wind up? In this crypt of a house, picking up a communication from James Steinbeck?!
Barbara: I don't know how that tape got there, Hal. I heard James's voice. I went looking for him. I walked into the room, and this bizarre drama was playing out. And that's what it was. It was a performance designed to make me look guilty. Who else but James Steinbeck could come up with something so theatrical? Don't you see? It's an elaborate lie, Hal! I swear on the lives of my children!
Jack: You're gonna have to come down to the station, Barbara, and this time, no sudden disappearances.
Barbara: Why -- why do I have to go down there?
Jack: Because it's procedure, damn it!
Hal: Jack --
Jack: I'm sorry, Hal. This whole thing is starting to get me very, very angry.
Barbara: Is that what you want? You wanna take me, the mother of your children, down to the station, where I know everyone, and parade me around like a petty thief?
Hal: No one's arresting you, Barbara. No one's booking you. No one's going to hurt you. But you're gonna have to start leveling with us about Steinbeck.
Barbara: I have.
Hal: You're gonna have to tell us whatever kind of deal you made with him, and you're gonna have to tell us more about Emily, about Carly and about Rose. Shall we?
Libby: The phone is with Hilda.
Emily: You mean on her? She has a mobile phone?
Libby: She carries it in her pocket. She won't go anywhere without it.
Rose: Hilda -- the massage therapist built like Bronco Nagurski. Great.
Emily: Who's Bronco Nagurski, Rose?
Rose: Oh, come on. Football? Built like a two-ton truck? You can never trust somebody who doesn't know the hall-of-famers. This is our heritage we're talkin' about here.
Emily: Oh, come on, come on. What do we have to do? Do we have to schmooze Hilda to get the phone?
Rose: Schmooze Hilda? Come on. Nothing's gotten past that lady over 100 years, I'm sure.
Libby: You're right. Hilda is very clever, very shrewd.
Emily: But she always has a smile on her face, right?
Rose: The smile that she plasters on and puts back in the jar at the end of her bed with the skull and cross bones at night.
Libby: Behind that smile's a very mean streak.
Rose: She ever get physical with you?
Libby: Yeah. Sometimes I've seen her pick up very large clients and hoist them up and move them around just like bottles of beer.
Rose: Bottles of beer. Bottles of beer. If we could only get her loaded or something.
Emily: That's it. That's exactly what we'll do.
Rose: You know something about the carrot juice I don't?
Emily: It's not the carrot juice. The woo-woo air, hello? The aromatherapy room?
Rose: The people here, aren't they immune to that stuff? You take a couple pills so you don't get all zonked out?
Libby: We simply don't stay in the aromatherapy room very long. If we did, the gas would knock us out just like it makes the clients docile.
Rose: Well, great. That's great. That's really good. If we get Hilda stuck in there with that stuff, taking that phone from her will be like taking candy from a baby.
Paul: Mom, where the hell did you go?
Barbara: I couldn't bear it. Just the thought of being dragged out of my kitchen and brought down here, I just had to clear my head. You understand, Paul, don't you?
Jack: We caught up to her at Fairwinds.
Paul: Why would you go back there?
Jack: I have a videotape you ought to see.
Barbara: No. Please, no.
Hal: We need to do this behind closed doors.
Margo: Tom and I didn't find the kids at home.
Jake: No luck at our house, either.
Holden: They're not at my place.
Hal: Margo? Is it Adam?
Margo: Yeah. Apparently, Adam and Abigail have taken off together.
Hal: This day just keeps getting better and better, doesn't it?
Paul: Mom, you didn't have to run away tonight. All you had to do was be honest about what you know.
Barbara: Is that your philosophy, Paul? Be honest and everything will fall in place? Was that your business plan when you refused to tell me that Carly was involved in B.R.O.? Is that your M.O. when you tried to trick me into --
Paul: Mom, stop it! Stop it, mom! This has nothing to do with B.R.O. or anything else! Can't you see that?! Now, you've got too many secrets, and you're gonna break under the pressure of them.
Barbara: I do not need to be lectured about the value of honesty by you.
Jack: I'd listen to your son if I were you, Barbara. This isn't a game. This is deadly serious. We're not talking about some ripped-up dresses at a fashion show or some old rap sheet that you used to hurt somebody. The lives of three women may depend on what you say tonight.
Barbara: How many times can I say it, Jack? I don't know anything about what happened to those women.
Jack: And you understand if I'm not inclined to believe you, right? Hear this, Barbara -- if I find out that you had anything to do with the disappearance of Rose, Emily and Carly, I will see to it that you wake up every remaining morning of your life surrounded by an 8 x 10 cell.
Barbara: I will not be intimidated by you, Jack. Do you have any proof?
Jack: You know, I started out the evening trying to connect you to Steinbeck and Steinbeck to the disappearance of these three women. I think this videotape does just that. Schroeder, show this to Mr. Ryan. Make sure you don't get any extra prints on it, and then send it to the lab. Mark it as evidence in the disappearance of Emily Stewart, Rose D'Angelo and Carly Tenney.
Emily: Where the heck is Libby?
Rose: You know, we should have said nothing to her, nothing. You think she sold us out?
Emily: Would you calm down, please? She's only been gone a few minutes, okay?
Rose: How long's it take to check a measly schedule?
Emily: I don't know.
Rose: Ah, ah, you're giving me a heart attack, Libby.
Libby: I must behave normally. It's better not to move too quickly around here.
Emily: Okay, you hear that?
Rose: Yeah, yeah, whatever. Just tell -- when is Hilda going on her lunch break?
Libby: In one hour.
Rose: In one hour. And any body scheduled to go in that aromatherapy room?
Libby: No, I don't think so.
Rose: Okay, 'cause I don't want anybody figurin' out I stuffed those vents until I want them to figure it out. And you know, you do, right? When Hilda comes in, Emily and I here, we have to start acting really zonked out.
Libby: I know what to do.
Emily: Okay. So what about Carly? Carly. Carly. The other blonde. Our friend. Come on, Libby, we're taking her with us when we ditch this place.
Libby: I wouldn't depend on that.
Rose: Look, we're not -- we're not leaving without Carly. You got that? She's got a son back in the States.
Libby: I'm sorry, but she was taken to the next level.
Emily: Wait, wait. What -- what does that mean? "The next level"?
Rose: We need a map of this place and we'll find this next level and we will break Carly out of here if we have to.
Libby: That would be very unwise. When a client goes to the next level, they --
Emily: What? They what? Hey, lady, answer me. What happens when you go to the next level?
Barbara: You can hold me all night, Jack. It won't do any good.
Jack: We'll wait and see what good it does or doesn't do. How's that, Barbara?
Barbara: It doesn't matter what you saw on that tape. I can't tell you what I don't know.
Timothy: Ms. Ryan, long time, no see.
Barbara: Oh, Timothy, how are you?
Timothy: It's really good to see you out and about. You should stop by more often. You always were a breath of fresh air around this place.
Barbara: Oh, well, thank you so much. It's nice to be remembered so fondly.
Timothy: Are you here to see the lieutenant?
Barbara: Yes. Yes, as a matter of fact, I am.
Paul: You'd better have way to explain to me what's on that tape.
Barbara: Would you excuse us, please?
Timothy: No problem. I've gotta check the transfers.
Barbara: Are you two satisfied? Humiliating me in front of a protégé of Hal's?
Jack: Is that what you're really worried about right now? How you look to some uniform who's trying to suck up to your ex?
Paul: It's a little late to be concerned about appearances, mom.
Barbara: How can you believe what's on that tape? Don't you recognize that as one of your father's classic maneuvers?
Paul: How do you expect me to believe anything you have to say to me? For months, you've been lying to me about being in contact with him.
Barbara: No, it's not that simple, Paul.
Paul: So what happened, mom? What happened? Why'd he turn on you? Did you double-cross him or something? Why is he so scared that you're gonna turn him in?
Barbara: Scared? James Steinbeck isn't scared of anything. I've been telling you that I'm the one that's in danger from your father. Why can't you see that?
Jack: Don't you get it, Barbara? No one's buying your little victim routine here. That's not gonna fly. For weeks and weeks, everybody backed off of you because they felt sorry for you. "Poor Barbara, she's been through so much. Poor Barbara and her fragile emotions." Well, that doesn't work anymore. There is not a moment of your life that I am not gonna look at under a microscope, and there's not a word that comes out of your mouth that I am not gonna replay forward, backward and inside-out. You'd better think long and hard before you say anything tonight. Because every lie that comes through those lips is gonna come right back to haunt you.
Barbara: I would like to call an attorney.
Libby: Hilda, you're in early.
Hilda: There isn't a towel to be seen upstairs. Did you even bother to check?
Libby: I'm sorry, ma'am. I'll take care of it right away.
Hilda: What about these two? How are they coming along?
Libby: I was just taking the time to check on them. They seem fine, right on time.
Hilda: That's good. Dr. Weston wants to be kept informed of all their progress.
Libby: Oh -- there's something I forgot to mention, a little problem I forgot to mention.
Hilda: How little?
Libby: In the aromatherapy room, the diffusing mechanism seems to be amiss. I think somebody clogged up the vent.
Hilda: Did you bother to call maintenance?
Libby: Well, I wasn't sure whether it was something the staff was doing on purpose or whether there was some kind of mischief going on, and then I forgot to tell you. I'm sorry.
Hilda: Oh, forget it. I'll check on it myself. It was done intentionally. Someone's going to pay for this. That's better. Ladies.
Rose: Get her! Get her, get her!
Margo: I put out an APB on Adam's car, but nobody's picked him up yet.
Hal: Listen, Adam and Abigail are basically very good kids. But they have been through hell in the last couple of days, and they're probably pretty shaken up. So they probably just went somewhere to try to clear their heads.
Molly: That's what I keep telling myself.
Hal: Listen, why don't you and Jake go home? Just wait by the phone. I'll probably try to give you a call later on tonight.
Molly: What's gonna happen to them when you find them?
Hal: Are you asking if they're gonna be charged with anything?
Evelyn: Well, that all depends on why they ran away.
Molly: Abigail is young. She's just a little girl, really.
Evelyn: Abigail is legally an adult.
Molly: 18 is just a number. She doesn't think like an adult.
Evelyn: Mrs. McKinnon, nobody is threatening Abigail.
Hal: Given she's with Adam, there is no way that Margo and I are gonna let anything happen to her.
Evelyn: We just need to talk to her. That's all.
Jake: Hal's right. I don't think we need to work ourselves into a frenzy. I think we should just go home and wait for the kids to call.
Holden: Hal, I'm gonna head out to the farm and check out there. Then I'm gonna go to the stables. Sometimes Abigail goes there when she needs some time alone.
Hal: All right, you guys just give a call if you hear anything, anything, anything at all.
Jake: Look, Holden, would you do me a favor if you spot the kids?
Holden: Sure. What?
Jack: Give us a call before you call the Precinct, and we'll do the same if they show up on our radar.
Holden: Yeah, you got it. Yeah, it's good. We'll just work it out for ourselves.
Molly: I know this is really hard on you.
Holden: You're worried about me?
Molly: I'm not blind. You've gone out of your way to be here, and it'd be very easy for you to just let Jake and I take the load right now.
Holden: Well, why would I do that?
Molly: Well, because Abigail's been relying a lot on Jake. They worked out this whole hypnosis thing and didn't even talk to you about it, so I wouldn't blame you for feeling a little funny about that.
Holden: Molly, this isn't about me. This is about the three of us keeping our daughter safe. Abigail is our daughter, but she's Jake's now, too.
Molly: Thank you for standing up for her.
Holden: I love her. There isn't anything I wouldn't do for that kid. You ready?
Holden: Okay. Come on.
Hal: Evelyn, could you give us a few minutes alone?
Evelyn: Oh, sure. I -- I promised to keep Jessica posted anyway.
Margo: You know, Evelyn, why don't you use the phone at my desk? Okay, Hal, my turn. What's going on?
Hal: As if this thing with Adam and Abigail isn't enough, now I've got Barbara outside.
Margo: What on earth for?
Hal: Well, I'll fill you in later, when the case is a case. But the upshot is, I need the interrogation room so Jack can question her.
Tom: Is she okay?
Hal: I don't know, Tom, but do you think that you could represent her, at least during the questioning?
Tom: You'll fill me in on what I need to know?
Hal: Yes, I will. Margo, you and Evelyn can use my office.
Margo: You know what? I'm gonna tell Evelyn that she's on her own. I've got to go look for Adam and Abigail.
Hal: Margo -- Adam's a good kid. You don't think he'll do anything stupid, do you?
Margo: You asking or telling, hmm?
Hal: A little bit of both, I guess.
Margo: Well, that's what I kept telling myself ever since I found out that he took off. He's got a good head. Come on.
Hal: Barbara, Tom has agreed to represent you during questioning.
Tom: I have to be honest with you -- I mean, I haven't even read this file, so I don't even know what this is all about.
Barbara: I'm being railroaded by people who I thought believed in me. That's what's going on, Tom.
Hal: Barbara, you may not be aware of this right now, but I have got a hell of a lot on my plate, and I am just about to flip my lid, so why don't you can the histrionics?
Tom: Can we take this into the interrogation room?
Hal: All right, let them go so we can get up to speed here.
Barbara: So it's come to this. I need your support.
Paul: What was it you couldn't stand, mom? That I was finally happy? Or that Rose was the one reason why I was happy?
Barbara: No, no, I -- I've always wanted nothing but for you to be content and happy.
Paul: But never on my own terms. And not with somebody I chose, especially not Rose D'Angelo.
Barbara: I'm not gonna discuss Rose D'Angelo.
Paul: Or was it that I was finally making my own decisions? I went against you and I actually turned B.R.O. into a profitable company again. Is that what you couldn't stand, hmm? Answer me. Help me out here, mom, because I'm -- I'm really trying to figure out why you would do something like this!
Barbara: Why should I make a statement when I have my son here as judge, jury and executioner?
Jack: Well, if you want me to handle the questioning alone, that's no problem at all. I completely understand if you wanna go find the kids.
Hal: No, Margo's on top of it. I wanna hear everything that Barbara has got to say.
Tom: You know, I'm a little confused here. Are you honestly suggesting that Barbara had something to do with these disappearances?
Hal: Oh, I know she's involved, and it may be even more serious than that. I will handle the questions, you get the search warrant and you go to Fairwinds. I have a feeling that house of horrors is gonna turn up a lot more than a videotape.
Jack: I'm on it.
Hal: Tom -- I know we've been at odds lately, but I really appreciate your representing Barbara right now. You think you can handle it?
Tom: Daniel misses his mom. If you honestly believe that Barbara had anything to do with Emily's disappearance, I wanna hear everything she has to say.
Hal: Good. Let's go.
Tom: Barbara, Hal is going to ask you a few questions.
Hal: And I will get right to the point. How many times in the last three months have you met with James Steinbeck?
Barbara: I refuse to answer that question on the grounds that it may incriminate me.
Hilda: Help! Code red! Code red!
Rose: We got to get her to shut up!
Emily: Rose, the towel. Here, get a towel! Stick that in her mouth there. Suck on that for a while, Brunhilde.
Rose: She's got a big, dirty mouth.
Emily: How long am I gonna have to hold her there?
Rose: You got plans or something? No, we need enough time to get the woo-woo stuff going and going. She's a big girl.
Emily: Ten minutes. She's like riding a bucking bronco.
Rose: Just don't breathe this air in. We can't afford to get loopy right now.
Emily: Yeah, especially since Hilda's onto us.
Rose: I know. I think our cover's blown now.
Emily: I'm telling you, Rose, if this plan doesn't work --
Rose: It's gonna work, Emily. Trust me. Hilda, come . Out with the bad air, in with the good.
Both: Out with the bad, in with the good!
Jake: There is no story. No -- no charges have been filed by the Police. I don't care how reliable you say your Police source is. It doesn't matter. Okay, listen, every word we print about Scudder's murder goes through me. So park yourself in front of a fax machine and start feeding that story. That's because it is personal.
Molly: I don't know what I would do without you.
Jake: Well, that goes double for me, to you. What's in there?
Molly: Well, when there were no messages from Abigail, I decided to check her room for any clues about where she might have gone. Her address book, phone book. I hate myself for doing this, but I even downloaded her e-mails, Jake.
Jake: Well, I think this is no time to be polite.
Molly: And I found this.
Jake: A diary? That's where you gotta start.
Molly: Jake, I feel like if I do that, I'm crossing some terrible line.
Jake: Abigail invited you to cross that line when she took off with Adam.
Molly: I've spent two years trying to earn my daughter's trust.
Jake: And you have.
Molly: And now, to find her, I get the dubious honor of reading everything she never wanted me to see.
Margo: Hi, Jennifer.
Margo: Well, I hear that you were on a whirlwind modeling gig, and you're back now.
Jennifer: Yep, I'm back. For a little while, anyway.
Margo: Yeah, well, Adam said that he was gonna get ahold of you to get together. Have you heard from him?
Jennifer: You mean he knows I'm back in town and he still hasn't called me yet? Could you do me a favor? Tell him he is on my bum list for not calling me.
Margo: Yeah, yeah, okay.
Jennifer: If you're looking for my dad, he's not here. You could check down at the station if you want.
Margo: Right. Okay. Look, Jen, I'm treating you like a kid, and you're obviously not a kid anymore.
Jennifer: It's nice someone notices that.
Margo: Adam and Abigail have taken off together.
Jennifer: Taken off? Why?
Margo: Well, I'm not free to talk about the details. But, quite frankly, I don't know where they are, and I don't know where they might go.
Margo: Yeah, "wow." Look, honey, would you do me a favor? If Adam does call, would you tell him to get ahold of me, get ahold of his dad, just get ahold of somebody right away.
Jennifer: Yeah, sure.
Margo: And tell him that all anybody wants to do is help Abigail.
Jennifer: I will.
Jennifer: No problem.
Adam: Oh, man, I hope there's still some electricity in here. All right! Our luck is changing, right here, right now.
Abigail: Thank goodness, 'cause I don't have the strength to walk all the way back to that car.
Adam: Oh, what's the matter? Those few little miles got you beat? What are you, some kind of a wuss?
Abigail: Yeah. Well, the electricity may be on, but the heat sure isn't.
Adam: Yeah. Well, see, that's what this is for. You see, you add one part log, and one part fireplace, and then you throw in a couple of matches and voila! You've got flames! We'll be cookin' in no time. Well, I thought it was pretty funny.
Abigail: Yeah. You are being so nice to me, and I am acting like a big wuss.
Adam: No, no, no, no. You wanna know what I really think?
Adam: You are one of the bravest people I have ever met.
Abigail: So, how'd you find this place?
Adam: Well, it's been around forever. I mean, I haven't been here since I was a little kid. It's an old hunting cabin. It's too bad nobody really hunts here anymore, though.
Adam: Well, Lucinda Walsh bought the property, and then she posted "No Hunting" signs everywhere.
Abigail: No hunting, huh? Yeah.
Adam: All right. What? I had you pegged as a Bambi-lover.
Abigail: Actually, I was kind of looking forward to seeing how were gonna try and bag our dinner.
Adam: Well, then, check out some of this wild bologna I caught on the way over here. And some of this bread I bagged and some of this delicious mustard.
Abigail: How long are we gonna have to stay here, Adam?
Adam: Only until you remember everything you have to.
Abigail: That might take a long time.
Adam: So what? You know, I've got everything I need right here.
Abigail: I have to tell you something.
Adam: No, Abigail, you don't have to --
Abigail: Hey -- I need to thank you. I need to thank you with all my heart.
Hal: You're really gonna plead the Fifth?
Tom: It is her right, Hal. You know that.
Hal: All right. All right. So that's the way it's gonna be.
Paul: Come on, mom, just cooperate. It'll be a lot easier.
Hal: There are three women somewhere in this world who have been taken away from their children and the people that they love. And I keep telling myself that they're alive, but I don't even know that. And this didn't happen because of some war or some accident or because of some catastrophe. It happened because Rose D'Angelo, Carly Tenney, and Emily Stewart got in somebody's way. And I think that you have information about that.
Barbara: Why are you so sure?
Hal: Besides a very incriminating videotape which I have just put into evidence? I will tell you why. In all the years we were married, Barbara, when I started investigating a case, what was the first question that I asked myself? Do you remember?
Barbara: "Who benefits?"
Hal: Right. Who benefits? And I have looked at this case from every conceivable angle, and the person that I keep coming up with, I keep coming up with, the beneficiary, if you will, is you.
Barbara: I've said all I'm going to say.
Hal: Fine. You're free to go.
Barbara: Are you serious?
Hal: I've never been more serious in my life.
Barbara: Thank you.
Hal: Oh --
Barbara: Thank you, Tom.
Hal: One other thing -- don't bother coming back to my house. I don't want you anywhere near my home, and I don't want you anywhere near my kids.
Tom: Do you need a lift to Fairwinds or anything?
Barbara: No, thank you. I can get there. Thank you, Tom.
Tom: Okay. I'll speak with you soon, I suppose.
Barbara: Oh, it was all for nothing!
Rose: Oh, you know, this ought to speed things up a bit. Here, put this over her head!
Emily: There. You know what? She seems pretty quiet, huh? She hasn't tried to kick me off for the last two minutes.
Rose: Maybe we should get this show on the road.
Emily: Hey, Rose?
Emily: What's the deal with Dr. Weston, huh? What do you think that guy wants from us?
Rose: I don't know. Well, there's only one way to find out.
Rose: You think she's faking it, here?
Emily: I don't know. I mean, if she is, we just shove her face back in the steam, right?
Rose: Yes, okay. All right.
Rose: Let's do it.
Emily: Oh, wait, wait, wait -- take off the masks. We don't wanna scare her.
Rose: Okay. Don't breathe, don't breathe.
Emily: Okay, okay, okay. Come on. Come on. Hi, Hilda. You awake?
Hilda: What happened?
Rose: Oh, we'll get to that in a minute. But first, we need a couple of answers.