As The World Turns Transcript Wednesday 2/13/02
Margo: Okay, you've all read the report. You all know what we found here when we took her out of here. We're looking for changes, anything that Ms. Taylor might have taken, anything she might have planted.
Lopez: You got that warrant for her dorm room?
Margo: Kovaks and Rivera are tossing it now. We've got units at the school and at the club where she hangs out. They said they're gonna bring her down here as soon as they find her. I need anything to go at her -- anything at all.
Schroeder: You want to give us an idea of what we're looking for?
Margo: I found her over there by the bed.
Margo: Where was it?
Schroeder: Between the box spring and the mattress.
Margo: And lipstick. Unless Scudder is a lot weirder than I ever imagined, he had a girlfriend -- who liked to brush her teeth.
Simon: Are you all right?
Simon: Are you okay?
Katie: Yeah, I'm fine. I'm fine.
Katie: Perfect. You know me, panic first and figure things out later.
Lucinda: Figure what things out, Lucy?
Lucy: It's nothing, really. Aunt Katie was just teaching me how to drive.
Lucinda: Aren't you glad that you took all that makeup off now? What's the matter with you, taking a beginner out in the dark to teach her how to drive? Have you lost your cotton-picking mind?
Katie: I refuse to answer on grounds that it might incriminate me.
Simon: Yeah, I think she's taking the -- the fifth.
Lucinda: And, Craig, come on, driving in the dark. Come on, with your nincompoop sister -- who's probably a menace on her own on the road -- is this an example of creative parenting? Oh, wait till Sierra hears about this.
Craig: This is not what you think.
Lucinda: Well, I hope it's much worse. I'm delighted actually, Jack, that you have brought him in in cuffs. Could you answer me a question please? Why have you brought my granddaughter into the station here for a traffic violation?
Jack: Well, the primary charge is driving without a license.
Craig: Well, of course, Lucy doesn't have a license.
Jack: I'm not talking about Lucy.
Barbara: Go away! Go away! Get back! Don't touch me! Don't touch me! Stay away from me!
Barbara: No, don't touch me! Don't touch me! No!
Lisa: Barbara, listen!
John: Hey, take a couple of deep breaths.
Barbara: I can't.
Kim: Honey, was there somebody here?
John: Come here, sit down. Come sit down. Come on, it's all right. It's okay. Come on. Hey, hey, hey.
Lisa: Maybe she was having a bad dream.
Kim: Well, there's nobody here.
John: Were you sleeping?
Barbara: I don't know. I was reading and the phone rang. And I ran to get the phone, and I couldn't get it. And she was here. What's happening to me, John? I swear to you, I haven't taken any of those pills or had any alcohol since I've been here. And she won't go away.
John: Who won't go away?
Barbara: You're right. You're right. I was just asleep. And I heard the phone ring, and I couldn't get to it. But I heard all of you. I heard all your messages. You talked about dessert, Lisa?
Lisa: Yes, yes, and I brought a nice variety.
John: Were you having a disturbing dream, a nightmare of some kind or something?
Barbara: I'm sure it was just a withdrawal reaction to the medication. You were right, I was probably taking more than I knew. I'll be fine.
John: What's haunting you, Barbara?
Barbara: Me. I keep seeing me as I used to be. And she won't go away.
John: Why do you think that is?
Barbara: I'm torturing myself.
Barbara: I don't know.
John: I think you do. You feel guilty.
James: "$100,000 for information leading to the capture of James Steinbeck." Lucinda's getting miserly in her mature years. At a time, she would have put $1 million. Still, they're closing in. But you know that, don't you?
Margo: Where did you find it?
Schroeder: Right here.
Margo: That's it.
Brandy: Oh, no, I am not doing this.
Margo: This isn't optional, Brandy.
Brandy: Well, you can't make me talk to you.
Margo: Is that why you ran away from me at Java underground? Oh, I found your toothbrush.
Brandy: That's not mine.
Margo: Don't lie to me, Brandy, it isn't gonna get you anywhere. You hid it under the mattress when I surprised you here last week. Oh, Brandy, do yourself a favor, answer my questions. 5-all right, take her downtown.
Brandy: No, okay. Wait, wait. I'll talk to you -- alone.
Jack: Ms. Frasier -- nee Peretti's -- license hasn't been renewed since 1998.
Katie: Well, I tried to renew it, but they wouldn't let me. They sent back my check.
Jack: Yes, with a note explaining that a license that is currently suspended cannot be renewed.
Simon: Suspended? Well, this just gets better, doesn't it?
Lucinda: You took a young girl out on the road when your own license was revoked?
Katie: Oh, come on, it's not like I don't know how to drive. What do you think lawyers do when they get disbarred? They teach other people how to lawyer.
Simon: What's the bottom line, Jack?
Jack: Well, given the charges -- it could be a while before the girls are released.
Katie: Charges? For hitting a fender? Wait, what am I even talking about, I wasn't driving, Lucy was.
Lucy: Oh, thanks, aunt Katie.
Katie: No, it's not your fault. See, we didn't realize that we were going down a one-way street.
Lucinda: Oh, can't read either!
Katie: And when we did realize, we wanted to turn around, Lucy executed a perfect 90-degree turn into a residential driveway.
Lucy: Only then, when I put it into reverse --
Katie: Someone had pulled up behind us.
Simon: Katie -- Katie, you hit a cop -- a cop called Shanks.
Katie: Yeah, well, it was just his fender.
Lucinda: I hope you have insurance.
Simon: What's it gonna cost, Jack?
Katie: If you're gonna bribe a cop, don't do it in front of witnesses.
Simon: For the bumper.
Jack: All at once, or do you want it in installments?
Craig: Don't look at me.
Lucinda: Nor me.
Katie: Fine, we don't have to. We can handle this on our own. Thank you, anyway. I called Dahlia.
Craig: Jack, a word with you? I can understand how you might be enjoying this. But don't make my daughter suffer just because her father happens to be a thorn in your side.
Jack: Lucy was driving without a learner's permit, Craig.
Craig: What's it gonna take, Jack? I could lose my daughter here. Lucinda will use anything she can to try and take Lucy away from me.
Jack: Sounds really important to you.
Craig: Name your price.
Jack: You're not gonna like it.
Craig: I could go through my sister, who might be more sympathetic --
Jack: Margo's on a case. She could be out all night.
Craig: Jack, they're just kids. Well, Lucy's a kid. Katie's child-like --
Jack: I'm not all that worried about Lucy. And I'm not worried about Katie, for that matter. I'm worried about you, Craig.
Craig: What do you want, Jack?
Jack: A promise -- from you.
Barbara: You're as bad as Jack Snyder.
John: Hey, it's your dream, not mine.
Barbara: You think I'm guilty.
John: I think your conscience is troubled.
Lisa: Oh, darling, we've all done things that we're not proud of.
Kim: Oh, honey, whatever it is, you're never gonna get past it if you don't face it.
Lisa: Barbara, we're not asking you to go and talk to the Police or anything like that. We just want you to get things clear in your own mind, darling.
John: Whatever it is that's bothering you, Barbara, burying it is not gonna make it go away.
Barbara: Can I talk to you, as my doctor?
John: Of course. So how can I help you?
Barbara: I don't know. I don't know if this is normal, part of the healing process.
John: Oh, come on, you certainly don't believe that.
Barbara: What do you want from me, John?
John: I want you to get through this. I want you to come out the other side, healed. I want you to get back to living your life. I want you to accept responsibility for what you've done.
Barbara: So you do think I'm guilty.
John: Yes. Aren't you?
James: Hal, can you hear me? Say "yes," Hal.
James: They're clinging in on me, Lucinda and her minions. Come here, Hal. Sit. That's my boy. You know, when this is over, maybe you can get yourself a job in a dog act. You know, jump the little hoops, ride the little -- come on, Hal, where's that famous Lieutenant Munson sense of humor? Has all this confinement sapped your spirit? Well, let's hope not, because they're coming. It was only a matter of time till they got close to me. But then -- you knew it, didn't you?
Hal: I knew it.
James: All along.
Hal: All along.
James: That's my boy.
Hal: That's my boy.
James: Now, Hal, I want you to listen very carefully. This is very important. Soon, I'm gonna be in danger. And we don't want that, do we?
Hal: No. We don't.
James: Good boy.
Craig: Uncle Hal wouldn't torture little girls, would he?
Jack: See, that's the problem. This isn't real to you, is it? Hal's gone. Carly -- gone.
Craig: Which is why you need my help.
Jack: No, I need you to back off, permanently.
Craig: And if I refuse?
Jack: I put your daughter in the system. I don't want to, but that's where it is.
Craig: Jack, if I hadn't stowed away on that plane, you wouldn't have known --
Jack: I would have found out, Craig, without alerting the pilot, who no doubt has passed on the word to Steinbeck. You're a menace. I want you gone.
Craig: And then what? You pick your way around regulations while Carly is --
Jack: Please, go, make money. Let me do my job, for your daughter's sake.
Craig: You promise to back off?
Jack: You have my word. She's free to go.
Craig: You're going to regret this, Jack.
Jack: I'll learn to live with it.
Simon: Okay, so why -- why did you call Dahlia?
Katie: I'm a celebrity. If this gets out --
Simon: A celebrity?
[Simon whistles] that's rich.
Katie: The video. Exercise gurus can't get thrown in jail, they can't be behind bars. And I had no choice. You weren't home when I called. I had to call her.
Lucinda: How are we doing, Jack?
Jack: Your granddaughter free to go.
Lucinda: Oh, good.
Lucy: Well, what about you?
Jack: The department has chosen not to press charges against either of them at this time.
Lucy: So we can both go home?
Lucinda: Oh, honey love, you're coming home with me.
Craig: Lucinda --
Lucy: It's okay, daddy. It was my fault, grandmother. I shouldn't have pestered aunt Katie into giving me a driving lesson. I just wanted to learn. I know you're all scared of me learning to drive because of Bryant. But, tonight, what happened -- I wasn't going fast --
Craig: I'll teach you how to drive.
Lucinda: Oh, good God, you will not! If she's gonna have driving lessons, she's gonna have it with a proper person, a proven driver.
Katie: What about Simon?
Lucinda: The last time I saw Simon behind the wheel, he was nestling in to stay in my foyer. No way. Fenwick -- Fenwick can give you driving lessons, darling.
Lucy: Thank you, grandmother -- I think.
Lucinda: All right, come on, let's go talk to him. He's waiting patiently outside.
Lucy: But --
Lucinda: We'll talk to him and arrange for the lessons, and then I will drive you to your father's, all right? And I think your father will be there.
Craig: I'll be there.
Lucinda: Come on.
Craig: Let's get out of here.
Katie: I told you this would work out.
Jack: Not so fast, speed racer. Your situation is a little more serious.
Brandy: Thanks. I just didn't want to say anything in front of your fellow officers.
Margo: Okay, we're alone now. So you want to tell me what's going on?
Brandy: Okay. Well, the reason I ran tonight is because I know your son.
Margo: Yes, that's what you said when I found you here.
Brandy: No, I mean I know him.
Margo: You had sex with my son.
Brandy: Okay, I just thought you might feel a little weird talking to me, that' s all.
Margo: I appreciate your discretion, Brandy, but my interest in you has absolutely nothing to do with my son.
Brandy: Well, okay. What do you want to talk to me about?
Margo: You broke into a crime scene to retrieve evidence that connected you to the murder victim -- this toothbrush. And when I found you, you hid the toothbrush under the mattress here.
Brandy: It's no secret that I knew Nick.
Margo: Yes, you were having an intimate relationship with Nick Scudder.
Brandy: Well, I wouldn't exactly call it intimate.
Margo: You were having sex frequently enough that you found it convenient to leave a toothbrush.
Brandy: So what?
Margo: Well, I'm just wondering why you found it necessary to hide that fact?
Brandy: Nick didn't want anybody to know.
Margo: Nick is dead.
Brandy: Well, all the more reason.
Brandy: Look, I don't want to get involved with any of this.
Margo: But you are involved in all of this, Brandy. You had a relationship with a man who was murdered -- a relationship that allowed him to pimp you out.
Brandy: Oh, you are so out of line!
Margo: What would you call it, Brandy?
Brandy: I thought you didn't care about me and Adam.
Margo: I don't. But, you know, you seem like a fairly intelligent young girl. And I'm just wondering why you would allow yourself to be used by a man who wouldn't even acknowledge you. I mean, how did that make you feel, Brandy?
Brandy: Look, I realize that your generation is all into relationships, but it's not always like that for us, okay? Nick -- just a kick. It didn't mean anything.
Margo: Then why hide it?
Brandy: I told you. Because Nick didn't want anybody --
Margo: Wait! What did you want?
Brandy: Okay. Nick was -- he was really into me at first. And I knew he was older, but I thought, "hey, why not?" But then things started to get a little weird.
Brandy: The secrecy, what happened with Adam -- I did not appreciate that. So I called it off.
Margo: You called it off?
Brandy: Yeah. A couple of weeks ago.
Margo: That was after you gave him this?
Margo: You're sure?
Brandy: I've never seen that before. Or heard it.
Margo: So you didn't give this to Nick Scudder?
Brandy: Trust me, Nick was not the kind of guy who'd melt over a music box -- unless it played something really sick.
Margo: You want to read the inscription?
Margo: Any idea who "me" is?
Brandy: No. It could be anybody.
Margo: That's right, because Nick was seeing other girls -- other than you -- right?
Brandy: I don't know what Nick did, and I don't care.
Margo: You found this in the computer?
Doyle: Yeah, I thought you'd like to see that right away.
Margo: Yeah, thanks.
Brandy: Where did you get this?
Margo: You tell me.
Brandy: You had no right to hack into my computer!
Margo: We have a search warrant.
Brandy: Oh my -- you were searching my dorm room? For what?!
Margo: For documents just like this.
Margo: "Nick, you won't answer my calls or my e-mail. You think that you're through with me, but you're not. And I'm going to prove it to you, one way or the other."
You want to start over? You cared about him, Brandy. You didn't want to, but there it is. And he treated you like dirt. He hurt you. You were angry. Anybody would have been. So you wrote this letter
Brandy: I didn't send it.
Margo: Why wouldn't you?
Brandy: 'Cause I didn't want him to know -- how humiliated I was. Okay? I was angry. Haven't you ever been hurt, detective?
Margo: Yes, I have. But I didn't kill him.
Jack: Let's see -- disobeying a traffic control device.
Katie: What traffic control device?
Jack: That would be the "do not enter, one-way" sign.
Katie: I didn't see it. What am I saying, I wasn't even driving.
Jack: You were the adult in the car, Katie.
Simon: Oh, no.
Jack: Unlawful use of or damage to highways, appurtenances and structures.
Katie: I know I didn't damage any appurtenance.
Katie and Simon: What's an appurtenance?
Jack: That would be the curb and driveway you took out. Reckless driving -- class-a misdemeanor that can put you behind bars for up to a year. And, not to mention, we haven't even gotten to the driving without a license.
Simon: All right. All right, Jack, we get the picture.
Jack: I don't think you do. A computer search turned up several thousand dollars in unpaid parking tickets.
Simon: All right, what's the cost?
Craig: Not a chance.
Katie: Come on, Craig, I could go to jail.
Craig: Katie, Lucinda is on the phone with Sierra as we speak. I could lose Lucy. And if I do, jail may be the safest place for you.
Simon: Listen, Craig, I'll pay you back. I promise.
Craig: With what?
Jack: Say your good-byes, Katie. Bring her down to lockup.
Katie: I'm your sister.
Craig: I know. Say, Jack --
Katie: Okay. Call "The Enquirer." Tell them I will sell them my story for -- double the fines, so we can have some left over.
Simon: Listen, Katie, unpaid parking tickets that won't even make the back page.
Katie: I am the sister of the editor of "The Intruder."
Simon: I know you are. And he's already edited you out.
Katie: Oh, come on, you want me to go to jail?
Katie: Oh, Dahlia, I'm so glad to see you. I'm so sorry I had to call you. But I was giving my little niece a driving lesson. She went the wrong way down a one-way street -- you know, teenage drivers -- anyway, they want to put me in jail. How about that?
Dahlia: Don't worry, Katie. I'll take care of it.
Craig: You want a clear path to Carly because you think, if you solve this case all by your lonesome, you're gonna impress --
Jack: Craig, I am so into giving credit where credit is due. But you, you're an inch away from obstruction.
Craig: All right, put me in jail. And when Carly gets home, let's see where she goes first.
Jack: To see Parker.
Craig: Okay, second.
Jack: Craig, the reason I don't want you working this case -- the only reason is because -- now pay attention -- you are not a cop!
Craig: I hate to tell you this, Jack, but that badge is not gonna save your bacon when Carly finds you're shacked up with s'il vous plait Mitzi.
Craig: Je m'appelle Mitzi.
Jack: She's a friend.
Craig: Huh? I can tell.
Jack: Well, you know -- Carly -- Carly would fully understand about Mitzi. You know why? Because Carly used to be a woman who was down on her luck. She'd fully appreciate the fact that I helped out Mitzi by letting her stay in my house while Rose was away, until Rose gets back. She'd also be the first person to know that there was nothing going on.
Craig: Sure. But what if there is something going on, Jack? Hmm? What would Carly say?
Hal: I don't want James in trouble.
Hal: I don't want that --
James: Hal --
Hal: Don't want James in trouble --
James: Hal, Hal, Hal!
Hal: Don't want that --
James: Enough. Enough. Hal, Hal, Hal. Hal! Don't want that. All right? Don't sulk. I didn't hurt you this time. You know why? I'm very fond of you, Hal. That's why. I mean, does that surprise you? Huh? Because, you know, Hal, you are a throwback to a kinder, gentler time. Lieutenant Munson -- loyal, strong, steadfast and dependable -- above all, dependable. I can depend on you. Yes, Hal, that's why I chose you. Over all the others. Because I need a friend. You understand that, don't you? Say "yes," my friend.
James: Yes, good boy. Because if I get into any kind of trouble, then I can count on you -- my friend. Yes?
Barbara: You think I'm guilty?
John: Yes. And I've been waiting for you to tell me the whole story. But if you can't -- listen to me. You and I -- we are not simple people. We have conflicting desires, we have complicated agendas. We come with a lot of baggage --
Barbara: This isn't about you, is it, John?
John: No. Yes. Well, in a way. It's about both of us. Because who knows you better? And don't you say Hal. You may feel safer with Hal. That's because Hal's life is very simple. There's right and then there's wrong. And where does that leave us? I know you've been hurt. I know you've lost an awful lot. I know when that happens, you lose your perspective and you strike out at things. But you don't really think about all the innocent people that could be hurt. There are three families here that have been torn apart by all this.
Barbara: I know, I know. And Hal is gone. It's my fault. It's all my fault. Those three vampires were sucking the life out of me and I wanted them gone. And then one day, they just disappeared. And I know it's terrible, but I was glad. And I don't know where they'd gone to. I don't know what's happened to them. All I know is that one morning, I woke up and I could breath and I felt free again. And you're going to call the Police, aren't you, John?
John: No, I'm not.
Barbara: You have my permission to do so, if you wish.
John: What I wish is to help you.
Barbara: How? I don't know where they are, I don't know what's happened to them.
John: Knowing what you know now, do you think you would feel the same?
Barbara: Wish them gone?
Barbara: I'm glad they're gone. And I'd do it again -- in a heartbeat.
Mitzi: Ah. You again. Minus the cuffs. You on the lam? I wouldn't recommend calling on a cop that's the case.
Craig: I'm not here to see Jack. Mitzi, isn't it? We were never really properly introduced. I'm --
Mitzi: Craig Montgomery. Yeah, I know all about you.
Craig: Good things, I hope.
Craig: Been talking to Rose?
Mitzi: Not lately. But, yeah. What do they say? "The enemy of my friend is" --
Craig: Rose and I were never enemies.
Mitzi: Please. I know all about the shareholders meeting at Worldwide. You tried to steal the company.
Craig: Oh, that was just business. I respect Rose, though. She turned her life around in a year. Went from vinyl shorts to the board of a major corporation.
Mitzi: That's Rose.
Craig: What about you, Mitzi?
Mitzi: What about me?
Craig: How would you like to turn your life around?
Mitzi: I don't know why, but I'm listening.
Craig: You have money problems?
Mitzi: Who doesn't?
Craig: Me. That's why I'm in a position to help you change your life, if you're willing.
Mitzi: Willing to what? Look, you're letting the heat out and I've got things to do.
Craig: So, why don't we talk inside.
Mitzi: You trying to get your nose under my tent?
Craig: This is nice for you. But temporary, nes pas?
Mitzi: Jack's letting me stay here till I get back on my feet.
Craig: Hmm, and what would that take?
Mitzi: I beg your pardon?
Craig: What would it take to get you back on your feet?
Mitzi: Why, you gonna write me a check?
Craig: Name a number.
Mitzi: Name a reason. What do you want for your money, Craig?
Craig: I want you to seduce Jack Snyder.
Mitzi: You want me to seduce Jack?
Craig: You're a very attractive woman, Mitzi.
Mitzi: You noticed?
Craig: Oh, I notice everything. You cruel.
Mitzi: A girl's got to have something to do between acts.
Craig: I prefer champagne, myself, but, you know, if you can whip up a decent pot roast, Jack is all yours. And don't tell me that thought hasn't crossed your mind.
Mitzi: Jack's a catch. He's handsome, brave, generous -- and just my luck, he's in love with Carly Tenney.
Craig: That's a minor detail.
Mitzi: Not to Jack. No, he's so hooked, he can hardly look at another woman.
Craig: You're hard to miss, Mitzi.
Mitzi: Why is it so important to you, anyway? Carly? She finds out about Jack and me and -- you want Carly.
Craig: Yes, I do.
Mitzi: What is it with that woman? She's not even here and you're still fighting over her.
Craig: And you are my covert action, Mitzi.
Craig: Name your price.
Mitzi: It isn't that.
Mitzi: I just didn't realize. I mean -- I know Jack is crazy about her, but I could live with that, because well, I didn't really want him.
Mitzi: Remember when I said that I knew all about you and it was all bad? I lied. Oh, I know all about you, I made it my business to know. Because it's not Jack I want. It's you.
Lucinda: I don't know how you do that, you know? I don't know how you can tuck into this kind of food and still be no bigger than a minute. Of course -- of course, when I was your age it was just the same. I mean, live on lard and still look scrawny.
Lucy: That's a picture. You living on lard. Don't you mean fois gras?
Lucinda: No, my darling, not in those days. Oh, my heavens. A cheeseburger at the drive-in, that was my idea of four-star heaven. Hasn't mommy drilled into you and drummed into you my humble beginnings, dear?
Lucy: She did mention that you weren't always rich.
Lucinda: Yeah. Yeah, I wasn't. Meaning I didn't have the benefits of your education, and your social poise -- and your clothes. It's hard for you to even imagine, isn't it?
Lucy: What, that you had terrible clothes?
Lucinda: No, darling, that I could ever have been your age. But, actually, at your age, that was when I struck out on my own -- for my own life. So I can well understand a young lady who's chafing living in her grandmother's house. The grandmother who thinks she rules with an iron fist.
Lucy: Last year in school, we had to write an essay on someone we admired. I wrote mine on you.
Lucinda: Really? You still have it? Can I see it?
Lucy: Are you sure? I mean, I did mention the reason you are a good leader is because you're naturally bossy.
Lucinda: And proud of it!
Lucy: I'm proud, too.
Lucinda: Of what? Me?
Lucy: Well, yeah, being named after you. I've always felt it brought me luck.
Lucinda: Oh, honey, I did so want it to. Will you promise me something, darling?
Lucy: Sure, what?
Lucinda: Don't you let that rapscallion father of yours ruin you. 'Cause you've got a head on those pretty shoulders. And if you are gonna fulfill your potential, then you've got to make demands on yourself and your dad is gonna want -- he's gonna want to show you the easy way out because that's his way. Now, don't you tolerate it. You be tough. You be bossy, like your grandmother.
Lucy: I can do that. Starting now -- eat.
Lucinda: No, dear, I --
Dahlia: So, how much do you need, Katie?
Simon: Nothing, nothing. Thanks, though. But, you know, we can handle it.
Katie: Right. Yeah, I'm sorry to bother you. But Simon wasn't home -- but now he's here, so --
Dahlia: Oh. Okay. I didn't mean to intrude. But listen, call me first thing tomorrow. I have some personal appearances lined up for you and we need to go over your wardrobe. Aren't you lucky to have a man to look after you? And such a handsome one at that.
Katie: Are you sure, Simon? It's only a loan.
Simon: We don't need Dahlia's money.
Dahlia: Oh, well, you know what? It's not my money. I'm not that generous. It's Katie's. Yeah. Just consider it an advance on the video.
Katie: Oh, yeah. She's right! I mean, it's not a loan at all, really.
Dahlia: So, how much do you need?
Katie: Oh, let's see.
Dahlia: Oh, all right. Listen, with the amount of money we're going to be making, this is nothing. Unless you have an objection.
Simon: No. Well, it is Katie's money, right? So how could I object?
Dahlia: Great. You know, in a few weeks, you're going to have so much more, you're not even going to know what do with it all. And what's hers is yours. Right, Simon?
Katie: Well, thank you, Dahlia. I'm going to go see if I can pay this up, and we can get out of here.
Dahlia: So where's my thank you?
Simon: Well, it's Katie's money, right?
Dahlia: Handsome and smart. At least smart enough not to tell Katie about our little kiss. You didn't tell her, did you?
Simon: Look, whatever game you're playing, Dahlia, it's kind of boring,
Dahlia: I so love a challenge.
Simon: Yeah, well, keep it up and you will get hurt.
Dahlia: Is that a promise?
Katie: All right. We're all paid up and I can go, if you drive. Is some -- is everything okay?
Dahlia: Yeah, Simon was just telling me how he was going to thank me for helping you.
Katie: She's been so great, hasn't she?
Simon: Yeah, she's incredible. Well, Katie, let's get out of here. This place attracts all kinds of creeps. Thanks, Dahlia.
Katie: Yeah, thanks again.
Dahlia: Any time.
Craig: You want me?
Craig: Don't kid a kidder, Mitzi.
Mitzi: I'm not. Women talk, Craig. Especially in this town.
Mitzi: And your name kept coming up. And I had to ask myself -- with all the lousy, rotten things you've done why they all keep beating a path to your door? And then I figured it out. Good things come in big packages.
Craig: Or vice versa.
Mitzi: I'm serious.
Craig: So am I.
Mitzi: Carly who?
Brandy: You think I killed Nick Scudder?
Margo: You lied about your relationship with him. You lied about why you were here. You lied about the toothbrush. You said you weren't gonna send that e-mail. Are you lying about that as well?
Brandy: No. No, and I didn't kill him! I couldn't, I was out that night.
Margo: Well, I hope that you can prove that, because you are now my prime suspect.
Brandy: You don't mean that. You're just trying to scare me.
Margo: No, I mean it. Take her downtown -- book her, murder one.
Brandy: No! No, please. I didn't do anything. Please, detective, you have to listen. Please!
Margo: Get her out of here.
Brandy: I didn't do this! You've got to be kidding me!
Margo: Jess? Yeah, it's Margo, meet me down at the station. I've got a new suspect in the Scudder case.
Barbara: You're disappointed in me. You hate me.
John: No, not disappointed. And I could never hate you.
Barbara: Because you expect no better from me.
John: This is a conversation between a patient and her doctor. All I do is note your progress.
Barbara: Excellent bedside manner, doctor.
John: Well, let me ask you something. You want to recover? You want your life back?
John: Then I think a good place to start is to understand what you have done and accept responsibility for your actions.
Barbara: And if I can't? Or won't?
John: Then I'm not a very good doctor. And I'm not a very good friend.
James: Good. You can breathe. You can breathe, Hal. Now, you remember him, don't you? Say yes, Hal.
James: Good. You remember him. Hal, look at me. You remember him, the king of spades. And when you see him, you'll know what to do.
Hal: When I see him, I'll know what to do.
James: Good boy.