As The World Turns Transcript Monday 2/18/02
Mitzi: Look, I'm sorry. I know you're running behind, but you're gonna have to come back tomorrow, okay? The owner of the house isn't here. It's late, and I'm not comfortable with you reading the meter right now, so thanks anyway.
James: Hey, ma'am? Excuse me just one moment, please?
Mitzi: What is it?
James: It's late. I know, and believe me, I'd rather be at home, I mean, you know, clicking around the dial, but if I don't get this meter read now, there's going to be two people who are going to be very unhappy.
Mitzi: Which two?
James: Well, me, because I promised my supervisor I'd get this done, and she is not a very understanding woman, if you know what I mean, and Mr. Snyder, 'cause there's not going to be any power here tomorrow.
Mitzi: You're telling me that Mr. Snyder doesn't pay his bills? I have a hard time buying that one.
James: No, no, no, no, no. His payment record is just fine, but you see, we haven't had a reading in over a year, and we can't continue service without an official reading.
Mitzi: Why haven't you tried before?
James: Well, we have. Let's see. The company has been out here nine times in the past six months. Do you want to see the paperwork?
Mitzi: No, no. That's okay.
James: And each time we come out here, we make an appointment, he's agreed to meet us here, then I guess, well, something must have come up.
Mitzi: Well, Mr. Snyder is a detective with the Oakdale Police. I mean, he's a very busy man. He's got a lot of things on his mind, including risking his life every day.
James: Well, I'm all for a man doing his job, but I've got one, too. You see, we turn this power off, it can take days to get it back on.
Mitzi: Okay. Come in. The basement's through the kitchen.
James: All right. I can find it.
Mitzi: Sir? I'm going to go down there with you.
James: Suit yourself.
Margo: Jack, you realize the penalty for disobeying a direct order?
Jack: Yes, I do.
Margo: But you're going to go to France anyway?
Jack: I'm done arguing about this, Margo.
Margo: Have you ever felt that maybe this is just a ploy to get you out of town?
Jack: Yes, of course, but I can't take a chance that it isn't.
Margo: You've got a bum leg. How effective do you think you're going to be?
Jack: I'll hobble, but I'll be there. For weeks, I go home at night, and I sit on my couch, and I go over the details of this case. I fall asleep there, and when I wake up, I start the whole day all over again doing the same exact thing. Well, I'm sick of sitting on that couch, Margo. That lead in Marseilles could wind up finding Carly and the others. I've got to see where it takes me.
Margo: Look, Jack, this kidnapping or whatever it is, it is a Police matter. If you make it a personal matter --
Jack: I'll see you when I get back.
Margo: Jack? Jack?!
Molly: Hey, Jack.
Jessica: Molly, what are you two doing here?
Molly: I just got a tip from the newsroom at Woak. They said that the Police picked up a new suspect in the Nick Scudder case.
Abigail: Yes, and I was there when she got the call. I wanted to see who it was.
Margo: Her name is Brandy Taylor, and we lost her.
Craig: Anybody running after us?
Brandy: I don't think so.
Craig: You know, this car did come with a smokescreen option, but I decided against it. I guess humor is not your thing, huh?
Craig: So why don't we start with an easy one. What's your name?
Craig: Brandy? Brandy what? Alexander?
Brandy: I never use my last name.
Craig: It works for soccer players, too. So from whom might we be escaping this evening, Brandy?
Brandy: My boyfriend. I tried to break up with him, and he wouldn't accept it. Then he started getting physical with me, and I had to run away from him.
Craig: Do you want me to call the cops?
Brandy: No, no, no. It's not necessary. He's not a bad person, you know. I don't want him to get in trouble.
Craig: No. How long have you been going with tough love?
Brandy: About a year. For a while, I thought things were serious.
Craig: It's a shame things didn't work out. Any particular place you want me to drop you?
Brandy: Well, we could go to your place.
Dr. Weston: Hello, Mrs.. Grossman. How are we this evening? Still dead, eh? Ah! Yes. Yes. Excellent! Just magnificent. Now, you hold still, my darling. This won't hurt a bit. There you are. Yes. I've completed my examination of Mrs.. Grossman. Have someone take her to the transition room. Hello, Rose. What's the matter, couldn't sleep?
Rose: Yeah. How did you guess?
Molly: So you're telling me that Brandy escaped after you had her in custody?
Margo: She used pepper spray on the arresting officer.
Molly: What, there was no backup, no pursuit?
Margo: Excuse me. I have a squad out. She's been spotted. A follow-up is in progress.
Molly: It better be, because Brandy's obviously the one who killed Nick.
Margo: There's no proof of that.
Abigail: Well, she ran away. Doesn't that prove something?
Jessica: As I recall, Abigail, so did you.
Molly: Abigail never assaulted a Police officer.
Margo: You know, if the two of you don't mind, I will conduct this investigation. Brandy Taylor is a suspect. We will bring her in, we will question her, we will get a statement and then possibly file charges.
Molly: The girl has motives that won't quit, Margo. She was obviously way more involved with Nick than any of us realized, okay? So she got in too deep, she cared too much, he hurt her, she freaked out, she picked up that music box, she whacked him over the head.
Margo: Well, we're going to have to hear that story from Brandy, aren't we?
Molly: Assuming you can find her.
Margo: We will find her.
Jessica: And let me repeat. Brandy Taylor is a suspect. Abigail's name is still not off the table.
Abigail: But what if I could remember that Brandy was there? I mean, what if --
Margo: Hughes. Yeah. Give me a description of the car. All right, all right, all right, all right. I'll take it from here. A girl matching the description of Brandy got into a car in the parking lot of Al's diner.
Jessica: Could they describe the car?
Margo: Vanity license plates that read, "I rule."
Jessica: "Irule"? What jerk rides around with a license plate like that?
Margo: Unfortunately, I know the jerk.
Craig: Your boyfriend must be pretty scary.
Brandy: Just being cautious. Not bad. Do you actually live here?
Craig: You find that unusual?
Brandy: Yeah. I find it totally outrageous.
Craig: And where might we be residing?
Brandy: Student housing at Oakdale u -- six girls, one bathroom.
Craig: College girl, eh?
Brandy: Do you have something to drink?
Craig: Juice, water?
Brandy: Single malt scotch?
Craig: I see you have a taste for the finer things in life, although I think this scotch is probably older than you are.
Brandy: Well, maturity is very attractive to me in scotch and people.
Craig: Well, here's to serendipity.
Brandy: What's that?
Craig: Happenstance, luck. So I can tell you're not an English major. I hope you're not a minor.
Brandy: No. Business administration. I graduate this year.
Craig: Business, eh? Got any prospects?
Brandy: Well, I'm working on one right now.
Craig: Of course you are. Would you like to call the campus police? Maybe your boyfriend is waiting at the dorm.
Brandy: Can we please not talk -- no, actually, you're probably right. In fact, I can't think of anywhere that I can go where he wouldn't follow me.
Craig: You have no friends, family in Oakdale?
Brandy: He knows them all, and he's very, very persistent.
Craig: Maybe you'd better leave town for a few days.
Brandy: I could, or I could stay here with you.
Craig: I don't recall extending an invite.
Brandy: I'll only stay for a couple of days, and I promise, I will thank you as many times as you want.
Dr. Weston: Take her to the transition room. I'll have someone check on her later.
Rose: What's to check on? From what I can see, there's not much left of her.
Dr. Weston: You were hiding from me, Rose. Why?
Rose: Hiding? Come on. You've got to be crazy. From you? No.
Dr. Weston: You know, we can't have you wandering around all over here at all hours of the night. You either tell me the truth or I'll have you confined to your quarters.
Rose: All right. I saw a person in the chair. I thought maybe it was my friend Emily coming back to visit me.
Dr. Weston: Oh, you thought it was Emily? Well, why didn't you approach her?
Rose: You remember those games I told you about?
Dr. Weston: Yeah.
Rose: Yeah, okay. Well, we do have this one where one of us hides, and we go "Whoop, got'cha!" To the other one, you know?
[Dr. Weston laughs]
Dr. Weston: Well, isn't that amusing?
Rose: Yeah. It's better than counting your fingers. So what about Mrs.. Grossman? I mean, she looks pretty bad, even for a dead person.
Dr. Weston: Well, you haven't seen very many corpses then, have you?
Rose: Oh, yes, I have. Yes. I've been to lots of funerals, and at funerals, usually they lay them out, they put some make-up on them and some jewelry, make them look pretty, but they never wrap them in that kind of stuff. What is that stuff?
Dr. Weston: That's all part of the research. Perhaps you understand now how critical it is that my work be allowed to continue at the proper pace.
Rose: Critical research like life and death?
Dr. Weston: Precisely.
Rose: What about that transition room you were talking about? What is there? What happens in that place?
Dr. Weston: You know, you never told me, Rose. Why aren't you in bed?
Rose: My cold.
Dr. Weston: Huh?
Rose: My cold. Remember? Emily was coming down with something, and I think I got it bad, too. Very stuffy. Really having a hard time breathing. I think it's getting worse here, more nasally.
Dr. Weston: Oh, well, I'll have the staff increase your fluids.
Rose: Good. Very good. 'Cause I get rid of this, then I can join my friends in the next level, right?
Dr. Weston: I see that you have discovered how things work here.
Rose: Oh, lucky guess. But it doesn't matter where I am. I'm happy anywhere you put me.
Dr. Weston: Well, if you'd like, I'll prescribe a sedative to help you sleep.
Rose: No way.
[Rose laughs] no, thank you. No, because that stuff really knocks me out, and I wouldn't want to miss all the fun around here.
Dr. Weston: Well, you've been a real challenging guest, Rose. It's been a pleasure having you here.
Dr. Wesson: Good night.
Rose: I was right. They kill people here, and if I don't get out, I'm gonna be one of 'em.
James: You need to tell your husband he needs to clean up down there. I mean, those boxes and trash -- that's a fire hazard.
Mitzi: Detective Snyder and I are not married.
James: Oh, friends?
Mitzi: Good ones.
Mitzi: And I don't think he's gonna be cleaning that basement any time soon. I mean, lately, he's been busier than a drummer with one stick.
James: Big case, huh?
Mitzi: Oh, yeah, huge. Maybe you heard of it? The three women who disappeared?
James: Nah, I just read the sports page.
Mitzi: Well, one of them was my best friend, Rose D'Angelo.
Mitzi: Yeah, and another one was the girlfriend of the chief of detectives, and the other one is -- Mr. Snyder's, well -- he's nuts about her.
James: Oh, so this is a real personal matter to him then.
Mitzi: Yeah, poor guy. He's been a basket case since this happened.
James: Oh, that is a shame.
Mitzi: Yeah, but it's all gonna work out. I mean, he just got a huge lead about where those women might've been taken.
James: Oh, you mean, he discusses things like that with you? I thought Police work was real confidential and everything.
Mitzi: Well, I just happen to be helping with the investigation.
James: Oh, wow. You're a busy little lady, I mean, Police investigation -- studying French and all that.
Mitzi: Um, I didn't say that.
James: Oh, I saw it on the way in.
Mitzi: Oh, yeah, that's not mine. I bought this for Jack. He's leaving for -- are you almost done with your report?
James: Yep, I am all done. You can assure Mr. Snyder his service will continue uninterrupted.
Mitzi: Thanks. Hey, don't I get a receipt or something?
James: Oh, no they'll just mail you from the office. Thank you. Well, well, Jack, au devoir and bon voyage.
Craig: Why, Brandy, do you rely on the kindness of men you don't know?
Brandy: Oh, what makes you think I don't know you, Mr. Montgomery?
Craig: Hmm. If this is a setup, Brandy, it's not gonna work.
Brandy: No, it's not. I promise. When I jumped into your car tonight, I had no idea who you were.
[Craig laughs] but later I recognized you from the newspapers.
Craig: You followed my trial?
Brandy: Yeah, I read everything I could about it. I've got a lot of admiration for you, Mr. Montgomery. You, sir, really know how to work the system.
Craig: Then you know I was found innocent?
Brandy: Well, of course. Classy guy like you? If you wanted to get rid of your wife, you'd never blow her up. Far too messy.
Craig: True, too true, but you're still not staying here.
Brandy: Oh, now, well, what is the matter? Am I not your type?
Craig: Oh, no, I support higher education. Another time, another place, I might've offered you a fellowship.
Brandy: Well, what happened? Find religion or something?
Craig: Or something. Brandy, you're an interesting girl, but you're gonna have to be that way somewhere else.
Brandy: Hmm, okay. I get the picture. Just can I use your little girl's room first, though? I want to wash up before I go.
Craig: It's right through there.
[knock at the door]
Margo: Hi. Can we talk?
Craig: Is it about Lucy?
Margo: She's fine, as far as I know.
Craig: Oh, please --
Margo: Sure, yeah, listen, I got a report at the station tonight and -- got company?
Craig: She's just leaving.
Margo: And where did we meet her?
Craig: Why do we ask?
Margo: 'Cause if she jumped into your car at Al's parking lot, then you may be having drinks with someone who kills people.
Mitzi: Oh, hey, Jack, is that you?
Jack: Yeah, Mitzi. I -- I'm getting ready for my trip. So I got to go down to the basement and grab a suitcase.
Mitzi: Oh, wait, wait. I got you a present. It's a book of helpful French phrases. Like, you know, stuff like -- can I get the check? And which way to the train station?
Jack: Yeah, yeah. No, this is great. Yeah, I'll study it on the plane.
Mitzi: You know, then I started thinking -- I mean, what happens when they answer you back? I mean, if you don't understand them, what good is that book gonna be?
Jack: No, no, it's really not gonna matter, believe me. I'm gonna be working with the locals over there anyway, so --
Mitzi: Right, but then I realized that I should try one more time, because if I go with you, I can translate, and it will be --
Jack: Mitzi, I'm sorry. The answer is no -- too dangerous.
Mitzi: No pressure, just a thought. So is there anything else I can do to help you get ready?
Jack: Thank you, but no. I just got to grab that suitcase downstairs.
Mitzi: Oh, well, be careful, don't trip. I was down there with the meter man earlier tonight, and boy, is it messy.
Jack: The who?
Mitzi: The guy from the gas and electric company.
Jack: There was a meter man here today?
Mitzi: Yeah, he said something about if he didn't read the meter tonight, he was gonna have to cut off the electricity. And I wasn't gonna let him in --
Jack: What did he look like? What did he look like?
Mitzi: Older guy --
Jack: Deep voice?
Mitzi: Yeah. You know him?
Jack: I might. Did he ask you a lot of questions?
Mitzi: Um, not really.
Jack: So he just let you do all the talking?
Jack: About what?
Mitzi: All kinds of things. The case you're working on --
Jack: The missing women?
Mitzi: Yeah, but he didn't know anything about it.
Jack: So you filled him in.
Mitzi: I guess. What's the problem, Jack? Did I do something wrong?
Jack: No, Mitzi, you're fine. Just is there anything else that you remember about the conversation?
Mitzi: Not like I was taking notes. The book! He saw the book on the desk, and he was asking me if I studied French.
Jack: You told him it was for me?
Mitzi: Yes, but I didn't give him any details.
[Jack sighs loudly] what's the problem?
Jack: He knows I'm going to France.
Mitzi: Who -- who knows? Who was that guy?
Jack: James Steinbeck.
Mitzi: You mean, the lunatic who kidnapped Rosie and the others? I was standing right next to him?
Jack: Yeah, and you should consider yourself lucky. I guess at this point he felt he had no reason to harm you.
Mitzi: But I told him I was Rose's best friend. What happens if he decides that we need to be together?
Jack: Steinbeck has enough problems as it is. He must be feeling us closing in on him.
Mitzi: Oh, Jack, I feel terrible. I should have never let him in. It's just -- he made it seem like I was doing you a favor.
Jack: Mitzi, Mitzi, please. It's no big deal. Steinbeck doesn't realize it, but he told me something important by coming here tonight.
Mitzi: What's that?
Jack: I'm on the right track.
Libby: Dr. Weston asked me to bring you this. He thought it might --
[Libby gasps] what are you doing?
Rose: What does it look like I'm doing? I'm busting out this place!
Libby: Stop. I won't let you do that.
Rose: You, let go. I'm not ending up like Mrs.. Grossman.
Libby: How do you know about her?
Rose: I saw her -- what's left of her.
Libby: I know you want to escape. But smashing windows is not the way.
Rose: Nothing seems to be working. So stand back, Libby. This is my shot. I'm taking it right now.
Margo: Craig, where is she now?
Craig: In the bathroom.
Margo: Can she get out of the suite from there?
Craig: No, she says she's a college girl on the lam from a jealous boyfriend.
Margo: Yeah, Brandy -- blonde, good-looking.
Craig: Who'd she kill?
Margo: We don't know anything for sure yet, but she's a suspect in the Scudder case.
Craig: Well, she told me she's about to graduate with a business major. I thought she was a pro -- acting out and all, but she sure didn't strike me as someone who --
Margo: Uh-uh-uh-uh! Oh, look at you, scrambling around like you don't even --
Brandy: Did you call the cops on me?!
Craig: Oh, no, no, they just showed up. I take it you know my sister?
Brandy: Oh, she's your sister? Oh, how unlucky can I get?
Craig: Well, you know, if you'd read that much about my trial, you would have known.
Brandy: So I only skimmed the headlines. Sue me.
Margo: Pepper spray. You've done enough damage to one cop tonight.
Craig: My sister will treat you fairly.
Brandy: Ha. Am I supposed to be grateful? You know, my life was going just fine till she stepped all over it.
Margo: Yeah, your life was just fine -- hooked on a guy who had you sleep with other men.
Margo: Yeah, Scudder paid her to sleep with Adam.
Craig: Ah. Want to call your parents?
Brandy: My parents? No way.
Margo: All right, it's getting late. Why don't you get your coat, okay?
Brandy: You know, I didn't kill anybody. Not that it matters. I know what this is all about.
Brandy: Protecting Abigail Williams. Girls like her get away with murder. Girls like me do the time.
Margo: Well, people who are guilty do the time. That's our system. It seems to work. Oh, and, Craig, you know, you got a gift for being in the wrong place at the wrong time with the wrong blonde.
Molly: Jessica, thank you for letting us wait in here. We don't want to go home until we find out about Brandy.
Jessica: Could be a long night.
Abigail: We don't care.
Jessica: Suit yourselves. But let me caution you -- this is an ongoing Police investigation. If Ms. Taylor is brought in tonight, I don't want you interfering in any way.
Molly: Oh, we didn't come down here to cause any trouble.
Molly: What's wrong?
Abigail: I still get the feeling that Jessica thinks I'm the one who killed Nick.
Abigail: Her attitude, the way she looks at me.
Molly: Honey, she's been on this case a long time. She's probably just a little worn out.
Abigail: I guess.
Abigail: Just that maybe it's true. You know, maybe I'm the one.
Molly: Abigail, stop it. I don't want to hear you talking like that, okay?
Abigail: How can I help it? After all this time, I'm still not sure I didn't do it.
Molly: Well, I am. Because you are not the kind of person that could take the life of another person.
Abigail: That's not what you used to think.
Molly: Honey, I panicked. Okay? I was so desperate to protect you that I didn't stop to analyze the whole situation. If I had, I would've known the truth right away.
Abigail: Yeah. But I wanted to hurt him. I don't remember everything from that night, but I remember -- I remember that.
Molly: Everybody has that kind of anger in them, Abigail -- everybody. You get hurt, you want to fight back. But to actually lift your hand to finish the job -- I mean, not a lot of people get to that point.
Abigail: Maybe I am that person, and it just never came out before because I had no reason.
Molly: No, it never came up before because the person that killed Nick was the person that walked through that door when you were lying on the floor barely conscious. All right? And I've got a very strong suspicion that that person is Brandy Taylor.
Abigail: Who, for all we know, is halfway to Canada.
Molly: This has really -- this is painful and this is hard for you, but we have to try to stay positive, honey, okay? If they bring Brandy in here tonight, then there's a chance this whole ordeal could finally be over.
Libby: Put it down! This won't get you anywhere.
Rose: Get out of my way or I'll whack you first!
Libby: The glass in the window is specially treated. There's no way it can be broken.
Rose: Oh, no?
Libby: And also, there are sensors on all four sides of the window. The minute they're crossed, the alarm goes off in the security office.
Rose: Well, I don't care! I don't care. They're gonna have to catch me first.
Libby: You won't make it, Rose. I know.
Libby: A woman tried to break out of here six months ago. She didn't get 50 feet past this place.
Rose: What did they do when they caught her?
Libby: I don't know. I didn't see her again.
Rose: All right. All right. I'll find a different way.
Libby: It's the same all over the building. This place is a fortress.
Rose: Look, I cannot let this happen to me, okay? I'm not gonna end up like the human prune in the wheelchair!
Libby: Mrs. Grossman was 89 years old, and no one killed her. She died of natural causes.
Rose: Oh, yeah? I saw Dr. Weston examine her. He had a big smile on his face. Nothing natural about that.
Libby: I better clean this up.
Rose: What was that?
Libby: Just fruit juice straight. Dr. Weston ordered fluids for you right away.
Rose: Good. My cold will not be disappearing anytime soon, between you and me.
Libby: That's very wise. The longer you can delay going to the next level, the better you'll be.
Rose: And what about the transition room? What do you know about that?
Libby: What do you know about a transition room?
Rose: That's where they were taking Mrs.. Grossman.
Libby: How long ago?
Rose: Why do you want to know this? Fine! That's fine! Play both sides. But trust me, you'll end up nothing but a loser.
Libby: Where are you going?
Rose: I'm getting out of this place. I'm getting out of here and I'm gonna come back and I'm gonna get Carly and Emily and get them out of here, too.
Libby: Before you try, there's something I'd like to show you.
Rose: There is nothing that you can show me that I am interested in right now.
Libby: What about the transition room?
Rose: Now I'm interested -- a little interested.
Libby: Follow me.
Rose: How do I know you're not turning me in to Weston?
Libby: You don't.
Rose: Why should I trust you?
Libby: It's your only choice.
Mitzi: Hey, Jack, I found a can of cocoa in the cupboard. I can boil some water if you feel like having a cup --
Jack: Thanks. Thanks, Mitzi, but I've got to get going.
Mitzi: I thought your plane left tomorrow.
Jack: Yeah, well, I'm gonna do my darnedest to see if I can catch an earlier flight. I checked the basement. Steinbeck didn't leave any surprises down there.
Mitzi: Surprises? Like what?
Jack: He's a dangerous person. If he feels cornered, there's no telling what he'll do.
Mitzi: Thanks for the tip.
Jack: Yeah. Well, I'll find you another place to stay while I'm gone.
Mitzi: Oh, no, you don't have to do that. I mean, you got enough on your mind.
Jack: I insist.
Jack: The department may be by to sweep for bugs.
Mitzi: I haven't really seen any, just the spider in the bathtub.
Jack: Listening devices, Mitzi, listening devices. Steinbeck probably planted some while he was here.
Mitzi: Of course. I just can't believe that I let the guy in. I mean, all this time, I should've made it a point to know what the guy looked like.
Jack: It was probably better that you didn't.
Mitzi: Why's that?
Jack: You might've gotten scared. Let on that you knew who he was. Steinbeck would've picked up on that and you could've gotten hurt.
Mitzi: Or I could've bopped him on the head and collected that hundred grand Ms. Walsh is offering.
Jack: Heard about that, huh?
Mitzi: I read the papers, Jack. Remember? I'm pretty smart.
Jack: Yeah. You are. You've been a great help.
Mitzi: Whatever I did, it was my pleasure.
Jack: I better get going.
Mitzi: Hey, hey, Jack -- you're not gonna do anything gonzo, are you? I mean, like, a little too crazy?
Jack: Steinbeck took a big chance by coming here -- which means he knows we're closer to finding Emily, Rose and Carly. I can't wait for him to act on that. I got to act first.
Mitzi: Good luck.
Jack: I better get going.
Mitzi: Oh, I'll get that.
Jack: No. No, you know what? It's probably the station. I should get it. Hello?
Hal: Hello, Jack?
Craig: Hey. How was the driving lesson?
Craig: Why's that?
Lucy: Fenwick made me learn all about the motor, and then he made me replace spark plugs in two of grandmother's cars.
Craig: No driving?
Lucy: Well, he says I have to learn how to change the oil first.
Craig: I like it. Very thorough.
Lucy: Wasn't his idea, you know. Grandmother is never gonna let me drive again.
Craig: Well, I know how she feels.
Lucy: I've seen her looking at that picture of Bryant in the den. After a few minutes, tears just start rolling down her face. Are you gonna send me back to Montega?
Craig: Why would I do that?
Lucy: I got into an accident with a Police car. I was driving without a learner's permit. I know you want me to stay here, but I just don't --
Craig: Hey, hey, hey, hey. Stop, stop. Enough. Listen. Having you live with me is the greatest thing that has happened to me in years. Okay? I don't care how many accidents you have. I don't care what it costs. I don't care how much sleep I lose. All right? I love you with everything I have, and there is nothing and no one that is gonna change that.
Lucy: I love you, too.
Craig: All right, come here. However, there are a few things we have to change around here.
Lucy: What do you mean?
Craig: You scared me tonight, you know? I thought it was Bryant all over again.
Lucy: I'm sorry.
Craig: Yeah, well, I know. Okay. But that can't happen again. I can't take that chance.
Lucy: It won't. Ask Fenwick.
Craig: Well, it's not just the driving. Okay? From now on, I just have to take better care of you.
Lucy: You love me, dad. How much better can you do?
Craig: Well, I could know exactly where you are, what you are doing and who you are with at all times.
Lucy: I'm not a complete baby. I do know how to take care of myself, believe it or not.
Craig: Yeah, well, in Montega, you had security guards ten feet behind you at all times. Things are different here. You have to adjust.
Lucy: I thought mom was the worrier in the family.
Craig: I know what happens with kids your age when both parents aren't looking after you. Okay? This is just me here. And I can't take a chance with you. You're too precious to me.
Lucy: It still feels like you're punishing me.
Craig: Well, it is not gonna be anything different than most families with teenagers. Okay? I try to set the rules, you try to break them. But we work together always, okay?
Lucy: Okay, I'll try.
Craig: All right. Well, who knows? And who knows? Maybe if we both try, I could be super dad. Huh?
Lucy: I like you fine the way you are.
Craig: Yeah, yeah, yeah, just wait till you see what happens.
Jack: Hal, I don't believe it. We've been so worried about you.
Hal: I'm sorry I haven't been in touch, Jack. It wouldn't have been safe.
Jack: Are you all right? I mean, are you in any danger at all?
Hal: I'm fine. Honest. I just thought it would be better if I dropped out of sight for awhile.
Hal: I wanted to look for Emily, Carly and Rose, without Steinbeck knowing my every move. Disappearing seemed like the best way to do it.
Jack: I found your clothes in the basement at Fairwinds. It looked to me like you'd been kidnapped.
Hal: That's because that's exactly what I wanted you to think.
Jack: Can you at least tell me where you are?
Hal: Oh, sorry. It's too dangerous.
Jack: You're right about that. The line could be tapped. Can you at least float me a clue, Hal? Something only the two of us would know.
Hal: Mmm, sorry, Jack. No can do. I just wanted to call and let you know that I was okay.
Jack: Thanks. It's great to hear your voice, man.
Hal: Yours, too. How are things on your end?
Jack: Good. Good. We figured out that Emily and Rose had been shipped from here to Marseilles, France.
Hal: What do you mean, "shipped"?
Jack: In coffins -- typical Steinbeck. I'm on my way there now to track them down.
Hal: You're going to France?
Jack: I'm leaving tonight.
Hal: Don't do it, Jack. It could be a trap.
Jack: I thought of that, too, but I'll be working through the Police force over there, so my exposure will be limited.
Hal: That doesn't make a difference. I don't want you to go.
Jack: It's a hot lead, Hal. I got to follow it.
Hal: Leaving for France is gonna do this investigation more harm than good, Jack.
Jack: You got to give me more than that.
Hal: What I'm giving you is an order. Leave Oakdale and you'll be looking for a job when you get back.
Jack: Margo already tried that one.
Hal: And you refused to obey?
Jack: Something like that.
Hal: You are not a free agent, Jack, and this is no time for insubordination.
Jack: Carly's life could be at stake. I can't afford to sit back --
Hal: Going to Marseilles will put these women
in more jeopardy than they're already in.
Now, you don't want that on your head, and I certainly don't want it on mine.
Jack: Then how about we go together? I mean, the two of us -- we could jump all over this and prob --
[dial tone] Hal? Hello?
Mitzi: Jack? What happened?
Jack: Honestly? I have no idea.
Margo: Harrison, is Jessica Griffin still here?
Officer: I can check.
Margo: Do it. Tell her I need to talk to her right away. Sit down right over here, Brandy.
Brandy: Will I have to stay here overnight?
Margo: Well, it looks that way, doesn't it?
Brandy: But wait a minute. What are they doing here?
Margo: Oh, man, I have no idea.
Brandy: Oh, I'll just bet. The three of you are trying to set me up.
Margo: Look, I really don't know why they're still -- why are you still here?!
Molly: Because we wanted to be here when you brought Brandy in because I thought it was important for Abigail to hear her voice.
Brandy: My voice?
Molly: Abigail, listen very carefully.
Brandy: Why, why?
Molly: Is that the same voice you heard in Nick's apartment the night he was killed?
Brandy: You see? They've got it all worked out. It doesn't matter what you two do or say. I still didn't kill Nick.
Molly: Well, nobody expects you to admit it, especially not to us.
Brandy: Well, I had no reason to want him dead. Yeah, the guy was a creep, but so are a lot of guys. I didn't feel that strongly about him one way or the other.
Molly: No? Is that why when you found Abigail in his apartment, you got so jealous you hit him over the head with --
Brandy: Jealous? Of her?
Margo: You know, Molly, I want you to take Abigail home right now. Both of you, just leave.
Brandy: You've got to be kidding me. Nick told me exactly how he felt about Abigail. Yeah, he said if your mommy hadn't married somebody with money, he never would've looked twice at you.
Margo: Brandy, I think you ought to do yourself a favor and stop talking right now.
Brandy: He played you for a sucker, and you bought every word!
Abigail: You stop it, because you have no right. You have no right!
Brandy: You know what else he told me? He actually told me that every time he touched you, it gave him the creeps. Yeah, he said you didn't even know how to kiss. In fact, the only reason that you and Nick didn't sleep together was because you made him sick to his --
Abigail: You shut up! You shut up!
[All shouting at once]
Molly: Abigail! Abigail, stop it right now!
Jack: You see, it's a private number. There's no way to verify where Hal was calling from.
Mitzi: I don't understand, Jack. I mean, shouldn't you be dancing a jig right now or opening up the champagne? I mean, that was your best friend on the phone, and he's alive.
Jack: Oh, he was alive, all right. But I'm not sure it was Hal.
James: I didn't think it possible, Hal. But you've finally made yourself useful.
Rose: How come they lock it?
Libby: You'll see.
Rose: Now I get it. It's the last transition anyone ever makes.
Libby: I thought you should see it before you tried to escape.
Rose: So if I had smashed that window --
Rose: Wow. Wow. These people are sicker than I thought.
Libby: That is also correct.
Rose: Me and Mrs. Grossman -- together forever. Oh.
Libby: Rose! You're brilliant!
Rose: What'd I say?
Libby: Mrs. Grossman's passing has just given me an idea how to get you out of here.
Rose: That's great. That's wonderful, but you better act fast, or I should just jump in one of those boxes right now.