As the World Turns Transcript Tuesday 2/5/02
Molly: I hate just sitting here.
Jake: Yeah, I know. I feel better when I'm out there looking.
Margo: Look, I hate it, too. But we're better off waiting for Adam or Abigail to contact us here, 'cause Adam's not going to go back to the cabin. He's going to keep moving. So we just have to outsmart him, out-think him.
Molly: It must feel very strange to talk about your own son like that.
Margo: I have to think that way if I'm going to find my son. By the way, department security just finished putting a tap on your phone, as well as Holden's and mine.
Molly: What do I do if Abigail calls?
Margo: Just keep her on the line as long as you possibly can. That way, it'll give my guys a chance to locate where they are.
Jake: You'll do fine, honey.
Molly: Yeah, I'd be a lot better if I didn't have to treat my own daughter like a fugitive.
Margo: Your daughter's a suspect in a murder investigation. By refusing to come in for questioning, she and Adam have left us no choice.
Jake: But I still don't get how she's supposed to answer questions about an event that she doesn't remember. She's a kid. She ran, she's scared. Who wouldn't?
Margo: Abigail has a history of running away, right?
Jake: A history? That was one time, a long time ago. And if I can refresh your memory, she was aided and abetted by your nephew, Bryant. As a matter of fact, she's with your son right now. So I'd be very careful who I'd be pointing fingers at!
Margo: You know what, Jake? I'm just trying to find them before they use that marriage license they applied for, which is ridiculous.
Jake: Why would they do something as stupid as that, anyway.
Molly: Because they think they can't count on anybody but each other.
Adam: Doesn't look like anyone's here.
Abigail: Well, there's heat. There's red-hot, glorious heat.
Adam: We probably caught them during lunch hour.
Abigail: Hey, do you think it would be worth it if we tried to scavenge for some leftovers?
Adam: Why don't we just get something later? Come here, let me warm these cold hands of yours up.
Abigail: Well, it's too late, buddy, 'cause it was your brilliant idea to ditch the car and walk all the way into town in this arctic air.
Adam: We had to leave the car, okay? If somebody had run those license plate numbers, we would have been done.
Abigail: Are you sure you're not totally paranoid?
Adam: Yeah. Even though I'm paranoid, that still doesn't mean that everyone's not out there to get us.
Abigail: You really think that the Police are all the way out here in the middle of nowhere searching for us?
Adam: Count on it.
Clerk: Good afternoon. What can I do for you?
Adam: Uh, we'd like to get married -- today.
Kim: Oh, I have to tell you, another minute outside, you'd be treating me for frostbite.
Lisa: Well, you just sit down, and we'll have you curl yourself up around a nice cup of hot chocolate.
Kim: Oh, were you reading my mind? John's not here yet?
Lisa: No, no, he's on his way. Poor man is just worried sick about Barbara and how the Police department is trying to just railroad her with these kidnap charges.
Kim: Well, I'll tell you the truth, after talking to Jack today, I would say that we have good cause to be worried -- plenty worried.
Lisa: The idea that Barbara, of all people, would be involved in a crime. And the people who -- these aren't just faceless people who are accusing her and pointing fingers. It happens to be members of her family, and they're her friends.
Kim: I know. And they have no -- no evidence at all. It's -- hi.
John: Have you seen this?
Lisa: Oh, no! Just when you think Emily has sunk as far as she can go, Craig Montgomery comes in, and he just takes her down another notch.
John: I mean, persecuted in the press, vilified by the Police, this entire town is out for Barbara's blood. And what are we going to do about it?
Craig: This was always a choice piece of real estate, this decent lot, nice acreage -- now it's even got evil spirits in a medium heel.
Jack: Listen, I really don't want you here, but you wouldn't take no for an answer. Hmm? So, let's get a few ground rules straight or all bets are off. Number one -- keep your mouth shut. Number two -- you stay out of my way. And three -- make yourself useful.
Craig: Oh, I get the flashlight.
Jack: Okay, Craig, would you like a tutorial, or are you familiar with the instrument?
Craig: No, they tell me I'm good at turning things on. So, you think there's a cellar that's been cleared around here somewhere?
Jack: Yes, I do. And if I know Steinbeck the way Steinbeck knows this house, the cellar's probably the first stop that Emily and Rose made on the trip out of town.
Emily: Hal! Hal, can you hear me?
James: Yeah, go on.
Emily: Is that you? Are you okay? You sound funny.
James: Uh, sore throat. What's up?
Emily: What's up? Where are you? I mean, I thought maybe someone would be here to get us by now. I mean, I realize I didn't give you much to go on or anything, but --
James: That's right.
Emily: Well, you know, Rose
and I got to thinking, maybe it would be best if you wanted to trace this call, as we keep the line open, you know, so you could come right to us.
James: Good thinking. You're a smart girl, Emily.
Emily: Hal? Are you sure you're okay?
[Groaning] uh, what was that?
James: Nothing for you to worry about.
Emily: Okay. Okay, so you're tracing the call right now, right?
James: Not yet. Because you see, Emily, I know where I am, and I know exactly where you are. So tracing this call would be a waste of time, wouldn't it?
Emily: Whoa, whoa, whoa. What are you doing with Hal's phone?
Rose: Who is it?
Emily: It's Steinbeck.
Rose: What kind of a stunt is this?
James: Ah, it's my favorite feathered dancer. Now, listen, don't you worry about anything back home, because I'll handle everything here in Oakdale.
Rose: I'll handle you, you lousy son of a --
[groaning] where's Hal?
James: The lieutenant is --
[groaning] -- otherwise engaged.
Rose: If you've done something to hurt him, I swear --
James: I'll be glad to take a message.
Emily: What have you done with Hal? Steinbeck, I swear if you hurt him --
James: Oh. Got to go, that's my oven buzzer. I bet my muffins are ready. You know, I'm busy, busy, busy. Ciao.
James: Munson, that was Emily. She sends her love.
Emily: Oh, Rose, if that was Hal we heard -- it was Hal. I know it was Hal. And James has him.
Rose: Then Steinbeck must have found out that we contacted Hal. Now he thinks we're gonna be found.
Emily: Steinbeck -- what is he going to do next?
Rose: I don't know. This -- be calm, okay?
Emily: Listen, he is with Hal. Hal is hurt. He needs our help.
Rose: You getting upset is not gonna help anybody with anything. Now think -- Steinbeck knows that we contacted the outside. What will he do next?
Emily: I don't know. But he knows our every move, Rose.
Rose: Well, maybe Hal told somebody that we called him. You know, like Jack or Margo, or that the cop --
Emily: Please, please, please let that be true. Please.
Rose: Emily, if he didn't do that, it doesn't matter where we are or where he is, 'cause no one's gonna come find us here.
Hilda: Ladies, I wanted you to be the first to hear the news.
Emily: What news would that be?
Hilda: Remember when we asked you if you knew where my phone was?
Dr. Weston: Yes, the telephone that so suddenly and mysteriously disappeared.
Hilda: How nice. I finally have an answer after all.
James: Well, well, well, I got to hand it to the fine feathered dancer and Oakdale's Lois Lane. Yeah, they're clever, those two. But I'll fix that. Can't have them causing any trouble. Not until I'm finished here.
Adam: Okay, here's our license application. It's all filled out. And this is the receipt from our blood tests.
Clerk: My, such organization. Most kids your age still need to be reminded to do their homework.
Adam: We're not kids. We're both 18, if that's what you're getting at.
Clerk: Of course you are. Please forgive me, it's just that it's been a while since I was 18 and reckless.
Adam: We're hardly reckless! We know exactly what we're doing. Look, if you don't want to get this judge to marry us --
Clerk: Not at all. Not at all. What I meant -- well, you look like you should be planning your next date, not the rest of your lives. But Judge Fitzgerald tells me I talk too much for my own good, so I'll go get the rest of the forms.
Adam: When are we going to see this judge?
Clerk: As soon as he finishes in court. You two kids relax, and I'll be right back.
Adam: Maybe she could call us kids another, I don't know, 200 times. Look, Abigail, do not let her get to you, okay? I promise, I'm going to take good care of you, just like the vows say. "For richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health."
Abigail: I know you want to.
Adam: Are you okay? You look a little pale or something.
Abigail: I'm -- I'm thirsty.
Adam: All right, I'll go get you some water.
Adam: We can do this, okay?
Molly: There must have been something I could have done to stop this from happening.
Jake: Yeah, we could have locked Abigail in her room for the rest of her life.
Margo: Oh, will you two please stop blaming yourselves. If Adam and Abigail are old enough to apply for a marriage license, they're old enough to have used better judgment. You warned her about Nick. She chose not to listen to you. And Adam -- he's so busy trying to prove that he can be Abigail's hero, he's made a bad situation worse.
[Phone rings] wait, Molly.
Molly: Abigail! Oh, it's so good to hear your voice again, sweetie! Do you know that we've been worried sick?
Abigail: I know, I'm sorry.
Molly: Where are you?
Abigail: We're fine.
Molly: So you're with Adam? That great, honey. Where -- what -- where are you calling from?
Abigail: I can't tell you.
Molly: Do you need us to come get you?
Are you okay?
Do you know that it's freezing cold outside? And I don't even know what coat you took with you.
Abigail: Please. Okay, we're fine. I called to tell you that. Just please don't worry about me.
Molly: Worry? Honey, of course, I'm gonna worry. That's what I do best.
Abigail: I'm on a public phone, and somebody may have to use it. But I just called to tell you that I'm okay and that I love you and Jake and the girls.
Molly: I love you. Honey, you sound so far away. Do you need anything? We don't even know how much money you have on you.
Abigail: Well, I could use some advice.
Molly: Well, you know I got loads of that. What do you need advice about?
Abigail: Adam and I -- we're thinking of getting married. Yeah, for a lot of different reasons.
Molly: Wow! That is a major decision. I mean, that's a big decision for people with their feet planted firmly on the ground, but you're on the run, honey.
Abigail: Well, I know. I know.
Molly: And what about me, huh? I mean, don't I get to help my daughter pick out a dress? Doesn't Holden get to walk you down the aisle? What about Jake? Doesn't he get to lecture Adam within an inch of his life?
Why now, Abigail? Why?
Abigail: No one can -- no one can force Adam to testify against me if we're married.
Molly: I was afraid it was something like that.
Abigail: But, you know, it's not like we don't care about each other. Adam has been so wonderful to me. I don't know what I would do without him. Just, you know --
Molly: But you don't know if you want to marry him, either.
Abigail: Molly, I feel that I don't know anything anymore.
Clerk: Miss, that phone is for the judge's use only.
Molly: Abigail, who was that?
Abigail: Um, Molly, I have to go.
Molly: No, no, no. Just give me the number, and I'll call you right back.
Abigail: I'll talk to you again soon, okay?
Molly: Wait, wait. Abigail, please, don't hang --
Adam: Okay, and we have water.
Adam: Here you go. Are you okay?
Clerk: Mr. Munson and Ms. Williams, okay, I need you to sign right here, and sign and initial here.
Adam: Okay. Go on, it's not gonna bite you. This is what we both want, isn't it?
Dr. Weston: Hilda, here is your phone. I know that in the future, you will be more diligent. Ladies, would you care to explain yourselves?
Rose: Do I have an option?
Hilda: Not an attractive one.
Rose: You know what? I didn't ask you.
Dr. Weston: Yes, you have an option. You can either tell me why you took Hilda's phone, or I will make immediate and permanent changes in the quality of your stay.
Rose: I thought we were here for our health. Are you saying that you'd put our health in danger?
Dr. Weston: I'm saying you have ten seconds to tell me why you took the phone and who you were contacting.
Emily: All right, that is it! I cannot take this anymore! I got to get out of here. I've got a little boy out there who needs me, a mother who is worried sick, a man I love who's in terrible trouble. I need to go home. Please, just let me go home!
Dr. Weston: So you called Oakdale. Tell me, who was it you contacted?
Rose: Why should she? Why should she tell you anything until you tell us why we're here and where we are?
Craig: Who in their right mind puts the entrance to the basement in the butler's pantry?
Jack: Somebody who doesn't want to air their dirty pantry?
[Craig laughs] you first.
Craig: Oh, no, itchy fingers, after you.
Jack: Just keep quiet and stay behind me.
Craig: Do you hear something? A fuse?
Jack: Somebody's playing games. See anything?
Craig: Oh, wait.
Craig: Look at this. There's a jacket.
Jack: It's Hal's jacket.
Craig: Are you sure?
Jack: I'd swear to it. Damn it, Steinbeck got to him. He's picking us off one by one. Come on, maybe we're not too late.
Jake: How'd your baby sound?
Molly: Terrified. But obviously has serious doubts about getting married, but she's trying to do anything to keep Adam from testifying against her.
Jake: Good. That's good. It sounds like she's in the frame of mind that she's not going to do anything crazy.
Jake: Hey. How many runaway girls do you know that will call their mom so that they won't worry?
Margo: Okay, thanks for the info. Okay, we got it. They called from the Rockford Courthouse.
Molly: Oh, let's go. Come on!
Jake: I got it.
Adam: Okay, well, we've crossed the "Ts" and dotted the "is." So, you've got the license and the blood test stuff. So are we all set?
Clerk: Ah, everything except for the judge's fee.
Adam: Judge's fee? All right, okay.
Abigail: Adam, I -- I don't think I can go through with this.
Adam: But I thought we decided this was the best way, the only way to get through --
Clerk: Pardon me for overhearing. But if he's offering to get married just so that your little one can have a dad --
Abigail: No, there's no little one.
Clerk: Oh, I'm sorry. It's just that there seemed to be second thoughts. And if there's any way that I can be of help, I really --
Adam: You know what? Thank -- thank you very much, but I think we should discuss this on our own.
Clerk: Of course. I will give you a few minutes alone.
Abigail: Adam, I'm so sorry, but I am having second thoughts.
Adam: This is huge, just like you said, Abigail. But it's just so close, we're almost there. I mean, you're probably getting cold feet. It's completely natural.
Abigail: No, there is nothing natural about this. Look at us. We're talking about the biggest moments of our lives. And we're alone, doing it for all the wrong reasons.
Adam: Okay, so what's the alternative? How do we keep me from testifying against you?
Abigail: I don't want to marry you, Adam, because it's the easiest way out. And I don't think you do, either. Look, after the judge's fee, how much money do we have left?
Abigail: Yeah. So we have less than $100, no jobs, no prospects, nowhere to live, an entire Police force searching us down spearheaded by your parents.
Adam: Don't worry about them.
Abigail: I'm not worried about them. I'm worried about us. I'm worried that if we make the wrong decision, we'll end up hating each other. You don't want to leave your family or school any more than I do. It's wrong.
Adam: I wanted so much to be able to take care of you.
Abigail: I think that it's time I started taking care of myself. I have been leaving too much up to you and Molly and Jake just because I was scared. But I am in trouble because of something that I did. And I'm the only one who can fix that.
Adam: So what do you want to do?
Abigail: You know, it's not so much what I want to do, it's what I have to do. I have to turn myself in.
Rose: Are you gonna tell us why we're here or not?
Emily: Yeah. And how James Steinbeck is connected to this whole thing.
Dr. Weston: James who?
Emily: Oh, very cute. Rose recognized him. She had a conversation with him the night she was kidnapped, for Pete's sake!
Dr. Weston: Oh, really?
Emily: , Surprise, surprise. You want to know what else I know? That cockamamie story you told us, how our whole family's been notified, it's a big load!
Dr. Weston: Oh, really? Well, I assure you that there has been some misunderstanding. I have no idea who this James person is, nor what your families may have been told.
Emily: Oh, really, Dr. Know-it-all? So, tell me what you do know, okay?
Dr. Weston: I have been under the impression that you three ladies came here to avail yourselves of the unique and revolutionary treatment that I provide, and that, as part of this treatment, you agree to certain restrictions -- among them, no telephone calls.
Emily: Really? Why? Hmm? Why cut us off from the rest of the world?
Dr. Weston: Outside influences have a tendency to interfere with the serene tranquility that we endeavor to maintain here at our spa. Now, if you have no further questions?
Rose: Nope, not at all, no. No. We'll stick to the diet like good spa goers.
Dr. Weston: Good. Good. For the sake of your health, I trust that that will be the case.
Emily: "Good spa goers?" What is your problem? What happened to getting answers out of that creep?
Rose: Shh! Look, I know -- I know people like that. The angrier they get, the quieter they get. And that guy is so mad right now, he could do some serious, serious damage.
Emily: Oh, please. What kind of damage?
Rose: I don't know. But, if we're not careful, we could find out.
John: Jack Snyder is in love with one of these missing women.
Kim: Well, don't forget about Hal and Emily.
Lisa: Please, don't remind me.
John: He wants to punish someone, anyone. It doesn't seem to matter who. You know, if Barbara has done half the things that she's been accused of, it's because she's lost track with reality and she's lost track with her friends. And how the two of you could let her hole up at Fairwinds after the accident is beyond me.
Kim: I -- I beg your pardon?
John: You couldn't see that she was at the end of her rope? Why didn't you do something?
Lisa: Oh, as usual, Johnny does not know what he's talking about. How many times did you try to call Barbara?
Kim: I called Barbara every day! I kept trying to see her. She refused. I snuck into her house, insisted on seeing her.
Lisa: Yes, and I called her. I called her and I went over there, I brought lunch, I brought dinner, I tried to get her to go out with me, go to the movies, even tried to talk her into coming over to fashions, get back to work. But no, she just wanted to insult me. She thought that was gonna keep me away from her. But, no, that didn't stop me from trying, John.
Kim: We didn't abandon her.
Lisa: No, we certainly did not. What did you do? Tell me that. Did you ever stick your neck out once, just so she could chop it off?
John: Oh, you're right. I didn't do nearly enough. I'm sorry, I guess. I know you're both very tired and everything. But, I mean -- she's sitting down there in a jail cell. It drives me nuts! I'm just trying to blame somebody, I guess. And there you sit, so --
Lisa: Well, we're not the one's to blame. Craig Montgomery is the one to blame. He's the one that started this whole thing. And now, with this vile little rag, he's going to try to finish the job.
Kim: You know, placing blame is just a waste of our time at this point. We've got to find a more constructive way to try and help Barbara.
John: Look, I told her I'd go over to Fairwinds and try to pick up some of her things.
Lisa: Well, I -- I do wish that I could come with you, but --
Kim: Well, honey, if you have to stay here, I'll go with John. I mean, if that's okay with you.
John: That's fine. That'd be good. I'd like that.
Kim: Okay, let's do it.
Lisa: Well, look, when you see Barbara, please tell her that she has friends who love her and care about her, and we're gonna help her out of this mess, whether she likes it or not.
Kim: Okay. Absolutely. Whether she likes it or not.
Craig: Oh. Jack? Jack? Jack?
Jack: I'm over -- I'm over here.
Craig: I can't tell -- where's your voice?
[Coughing] where are you?
Jack: Hey, you still got the flashlight?
Craig: Uh, yeah. I don't know if it works, but -- yeah. Okay, okay, you see that? Jack?
Jack: Yeah. Can you see my hand?
Craig: Oh, great. Yeah.
[Jack screams] oh, Jack.
Jack: I knew I should have had you go first. We got trouble, Craig.
Craig: I got to get you out of this.
Jack: I wouldn't -- I wouldn't count on it. You see this? That's a ceiling joist. No way did it fall down on its own. Someone must've cut it down. Which means the roof is gonna come down on us any second.
Craig: You're just full of bad news, aren't you?
Jack: Actually, there's more. It's my leg -- I think it's broken. I can't move.
Adam: Turning yourself into the cops, even before you remember everything that happened that night -- Abigail, do you know what they're gonna do to you? They're gonna have you for dinner.
Abigail: I can't run anymore. I can't do this again. I ran away to New York after I found out about Molly and Chris Hughes, and thank God for Bryant. Because he took care of me every step of the way, just like you have. But I learned something that I swore to myself I wouldn't forget -- you can't run away from your problems. They follow you wherever you go.
Adam: I know, I know. I wasn't gonna let you run forever. I just wanted to give you time to remember.
Abigail: Yes, and I did get time. And I realized what I -- that I know what I have to do. I'm sorry. I can't marry you, not like this. It's time to go home.
Adam: What about the Police?
Abigail: Well, I'll tell them what I know and the parts that I remember. It's the right thing to do. And I hope that you come with me. And if you don't, then --
Margo: Okay, guys, it's over. Let's go home.
Jack: Wait! No, I am not sure, but I can't move my foot without -- without wanting to pass out.
Craig: Come on, I got to get you out of here.
Jack: It's so --
Craig: Don't worry, I'm good with massive lumber. Didn't Carly tell you?
Jack: Are you gonna do something, or are you gonna stand around practicing your comedy routine, which is really lame, by the way. I wouldn't quit your daytime job.
Craig: Well, who writes your material? Shanks? Now, leave me alone. I can do this.
Jack: Yeah? Well, I hope you've been visiting the gym. By the way, I've grown accustomed to this leg.
Craig: Yeah, all right. I'm gonna do this on three, keep it mathematically simple for you. All right? Ready?
Craig: You all right? You okay? Huh?
[Jack groans] all right, Jack, what's the magic word?
Jack: I've got a few choice words I'll be happy to share with you once you get us the hell out of here.
Craig: Well, I'm not gonna make you eat your broccoli this time, since you just went through an accident -- well, an accident on purpose, mais non?
Jack: Mais oui. Steinbeck knew that thing would come down. He's staying a step ahead of us for now.
Craig: And that's where he's gonna stay until we find a way out of here. And with the basement door several feet above our heads -- hmm? What?
Jack: My cell phone's busted. I don't suppose you brought yours?
Jack: Oh, great! Just great. Where are you going?
Craig: I'm gonna try and find a way out of here. Oh -- wait.
Jack: What do you got?
Craig: I think I found something. It's a door.
Jack: Well, don't just stand there, give it a try.
Craig: Nah, it's locked.
Jack: Stand back, I'll take care of it.
Craig: What are you gonna do? Hurl your broken body at it?
Jack: I said stand back!
[Gunshots] try it now.
Craig: Nice shot, you missed me.
Jack: Yeah. Carly didn't tell you? What is it?
Craig: A closet.
Jack: What's inside?
Craig: A casket.
Rose: We cannot help Hal unless we get out of here.
Emily: Okay. How are we going to do that?
Rose: First, we cannot do anything again without a plan. We find out why we're here, what the doctor wants from us without getting in his face.
Libby: What happened to the two of you?
Rose: We got caught red-handed with Hilda's cell phone.
Libby: I figured. I just got through getting the third degree and the final warning. You have to be so careful around Dr. Weston. I can't afford any more trouble from him, and neither can you.
Rose what, Libby, what kind of trouble are we talking about here? I mean, we're away from our family, they don't know where we are. How much worse can it get?
Emily: Wait, wait, wait. If you want to come with us when we ditch this place, you better start talking, lady.
Rose: Yeah, answers. Right now.
Libby: What kind of answers?
Rose: Where's Carly?
Libby: She's fine.
Emily: "Fine." Really? We want to see her for ourselves.
Rose: Yes. Tonight.
Libby: Tonight? I -- I need time to plan, to reschedule.
Emily: Oh, give me a break. You're a resourceful gal, you could figure it out.
Rose: Yeah, don't underestimate yourself, Libby. I mean, look at me, you know? I thought I would've lost my mind by now, being stuck here in this place. So, you got a decision to make. Either you help us, or I start separating your head from your body.
Libby: All right, I'll take you. But I can only take one of you. Well, otherwise we might get caught.
Emily: Whoa, whoa, whoa -- only one?
Rose: Emily, you stay here.
Emily: What? How did I know you would say that?
Rose: Don't worry about it, okay? You just stay here. You cover for us, okay? Just be cool. You'll be fine.
Emily: Ah! Everything will be all right. Just play it cool. Huh.
Molly: Oh, God, Abigail, do you know how worried we were about you?
Margo: Are you two okay?
Adam: We're fine. Freezing cold and we're starving, but --
Jake: Yeah, we got an application for marriage here signed by Adam Munson and Abigail Williams, but not the judge, so it looks like we're here just in time.
Adam: Yeah, well we changed our minds. Well, Abigail changed her mind.
Abigail: I didn't want to run anymore.
Adam: And we were on our way back to Oakdale. I swear. So, no one's going to hold any of this against Abigail, right?
Margo: I think that maybe we should give Abigail the good news first. We're dropping all charges against your mother.
Molly: Really. I'm free, honey.
Abigail: Oh, thank God. Promise me that you will never do something like that again, confess to something you didn't do.
Molly: I promise. We've all made a lot of mistakes, kept secrets, and I think it's time we see what happens when we tell the truth.
Abigail: Yeah, well, I just wish I knew what the truth is.
Margo: We will find out who killed Nick Scudder and exactly how it happened.
Abigail: You know, one of the reasons that I ran away over here was to give myself time to remember. And I did. Not everything, just something.
Jake: What -- what is it?
Abigail: Someone else knows what happened that night.
Craig: Ah, how 'bout now? Ah, light.
Jack: Hah! I don't believe it, it only took you 20 minutes.
Craig: Steinbeck must have flipped the circuit breaker on his way out. Now maybe we can find out whether this casket has some kind of an occupant.
Jack: May as well get it over with.
Craig: Didn't want you to miss out on all the fun. A man with your sense of humor must have done this a million times. Do you have any hints?
Jack: Well, take a deep breath, hope for the best. Anything?
Craig: Empty. Except for this. Now, what would a corpse do with an oxygen tank?
Jack: A corpse wouldn't need it. But an unconscious woman in the cargo hold of an airplane might.
Craig: What are you thinking, Jack?
Jack: You know, I think we just finally figured out how Steinbeck got Emily and Rose out of the country without raising any red flags.
Craig: What? You think he drugged them, shipped them in coffins? What about Carly?
Jack: Carly? Carly went to Paris on her own because she had a job interview. But nobody could figure out how Emily and Rose disappeared without a trace. I think we just got some answers.
Craig: This is insane.
Jack: Well, this is James Steinbeck. I'm gonna start tracking down all the flights transporting coffins. Finally, the first solid lead I've had.
Craig: The first solid lead we've had.
Libby: Sorry, didn't mean to startle you.
Gisele: What are you doing here?
Libby: Filling in while you take your break.
Gisele: Am I due already? You're an angel. Watching her is as exciting as watching paint dry. What a bore! I'll be back soon.
Libby: Take all the time you need.
Rose: "What a bore?" No, Carly Tenney's like a million things, but a bore, I don't think so!
Libby: See for yourself.
Rose: Oh! What? What the hell is that?
Libby: That is your friend, Carly Tenney.
Rose: No, no. There's no way that -- no. The last time I saw something like that is the King Tut exhibit. There's no way that that is Carly Tenney.
Rose: What have you done to her? Do you hear me? Carly? Can you hear me?
Rose: Yes! Yes, it's me. It's -- I'm right here. I'm right here.
Rose: What? What? What's up?
Carly: Help me.
Carly: Please help me.
Rose: Yes, I'm gonna help you. Yes, that's why I'm here. I am your ticket out of here. But let me just get this stuff off of you.
Libby: No, no, no. You can't unwrap her.
Rose: Oh, you just watch me unwrap her!
Libby: It could be disastrous. You must not touch her.
Rose: Why? What are you people doing here? What kind of place is this?
Molly: So, you remember something else about that night?
Abigail: When Adam and I were in the cabin, yeah.
Margo: Well, what did you remember?
Abigail: Well, I remembered that after Nick hit me and I fell, there was knocking at the door.
Molly: You did remember.
Jake: Then, did Nick answer it?
Abigail: And he asked the person what they were doing there.
Margo: You're sure about this, Abigail?
Abigail: Yes. I just can't remember what that person said, or whether it was a man or a woman, but someone else was there.
Adam: And if we track down whoever it was, we'll probably find another lead.
Jake: I knew it. I knew it. Did I tell you, or did I not tell you? I knew somebody showed up at that room before Molly arrived.
Abigail: It helps a little, doesn't it?
Margo: Oh, Abigail, it helps a lot. If we can prove that someone else was in Nick's room, then maybe we can prove that someone else is trying to get away with murder.
Kim: Look what I found in her medicine cabinet. There were others in the bureau. Is it okay for her to be taking these?
John: Yeah, these are pretty heavy-duty painkillers. But I pointed these out to her the other day. She looked kind of uncomfortable, even though the doctors prescribed them after her accident.
Kim: So, you think she's dependant on it?
John: I don't know. I don't know. But she's still keeping them around, even after the physical pain is -- it's as if she almost needed something to turn to, huh?
Kim: Yeah, instead of turning to family and friends. Oh, John, she must've been so lonely here. This place is like a mausoleum.
Jack: You find anything else in this chamber of horrors?
Craig: No, no more coffins. And, more to the point, no exit.
Jack: All right, time for plan b.
Craig: I think we're a skosh further down the alphabet.
Jack: We grab a couple of these boards and beams and we make a ladder.
Craig: And then we climb out of this pit? Fat chance.
Jack: You got any other suggestions? 'Cause pretty soon, this ceiling's gonna come caving in on us. Glad you tagged along?
Dr. Weston: What are you doing here? Where is Gisele?
Libby: She's on her break.
Dr. Weston: Why was this door locked?
Libby: Well, after all the trouble we've had in this wing lately, I thought it only prudent.
Dr. Weston: I thought I heard voices in here.
Libby: No, I'm the only one here. Miss Tenney hardly is talkative, is she?
Dr. Weston: Oh. Ah, yes, you are doing beautifully. You and your friends are going to make me a very wealthy man. Call me if there are any changes.
Libby: Yes, Dr. Weston.
Rose: Whatever Dr. Frankenstein there is doing to Carly, he's going to do to all of us, isn't he?
Libby: You must leave here. Gisele will be here any minute.
Rose: Tell me!
Libby: You can't stay here.
Rose: Why? Why not?
Libby: It's for your own good.
Rose: Look, Carly, I'll be back. I will be back, and I will get us all out of here. I promise, I promise. Soon -- I'll be back here soon, I promise.