ATWT Transcript Tuesday 2/19/02


As the World Turns Transcript Tuesday 2/19/02

Provided By Linda
Proofread by Ebele

Bonnie: Done?

Isaac: Done.

Bonnie: You first.

Isaac: Ladies first, I insist.

Bonnie: Okay, rule number one -- there will be no insisting. This is to be an equal partnership, not a dictatorship.

Isaac: Agreed. Rule number one of Isaac -- there will be no cute nicknames. No "sweetie-pie," no "muffin," no edibles.

Bonnie: Okay, well, how about a well-placed "darling" or "oh, perfect one," if you will, every now and again?

Isaac: Referring to you?

Bonnie: But of course.

Isaac: Rule two -- there will not -- we will not abolish poker night.

Bonnie: That's negotiable.

Isaac: State your terms.

Bonnie: It's acceptable on a bi-monthly basis, and you will only refer to the word "score" when mentioning a sporting event.

Isaac: That's fair.

Bonnie: Good.

Lisa: Well, all is fair in love and war. So which is it tonight?

Isaac: Stick around, and you'll find out.

Bonnie: We're setting ground rules.

Lisa: Oh, how very romantic. I'd prefer old-fashioned passion. You know, it can blow up in your face. But who cares? You have such a good time while it lasts. Oh, honey, this came for you. Jennifer brought it by.

Bonnie: Oh, thanks.

Lisa: Now, a little bit of advice from a lady who's been down the road many times, so she knows where all the potholes are. Break some rules.

Isaac: I'm all for that.

Lisa: Yeah.

Bonnie: Yes. But what works for Lisa may not work for everybody.

Isaac: You look like you just saw your credit card bill.

Bonnie: It's nothing. Nothing at all.

Isaac: Isn't there something in your little rule book about honesty, sharing?

Bonnie: There is also a right to privacy, thank you.

Isaac: Well, excuse me. You're absolutely right. That's my fault. I apologize. Do you forgive me?

Bonnie: Of course I forgive you.

Isaac: Score!

Bonnie: Isaac, give me back that picture! Give it back right now!

Isaac: Oh, no, perfect one, not until you tell me what's up with this dude. Do you have something to hide?

Jennifer: Paul, what do you mean, Will is missing? He can't be missing, we just saw him.

Paul: He is nowhere in the house. We played some video games before he went to bed. I dozed off in front of the TV, and when I woke up to check on him, he was gone.

Jennifer: Check the basement.

Paul: I did. Will!

Jennifer: Well, try dad's room. He likes to sleep in there sometimes.

Paul: I just came from there. I even checked the attic. He is not here. Okay, look, here's what I'm gonna do -- I'm gonna look all over the neighborhood, but I need you to come back in case he shows -- Jennifer, it's okay. I found him. He's right here.

Jennifer: Oh, thank you. Do you still want me to come home?

Paul: No. No, I'll handle it. I'm sorry I scared you.

Jennifer: No problem. Just another day in the life of the Munson's, right?

Paul: So what's going on, pal?

Will: Nothing.

Paul: Well, "nothing" just took about ten years off of my life. What'cha got in the backpack?

Will: Just stuff.

Paul: Stuff for what? Buddy, I'm not gonna get mad, okay? I was scared, okay? But I'm not mad, I promise.

Will: Just stuff I need. You know, chips, comic books.

Paul: Mmm. The bare essentials, huh? Okay. So where are you going? Anywhere but here, right?

Will: I guess.

Paul: Okay, well, I got one more stupid question for you. Why?

Will: Well, mom left. Jen, she keeps going away, and so does Parker. Dad's gone, and you're never around long, either. I was just scared that I'd be the only one left, and I don't want to stay here all by myself.

Lucinda: Matthew? Everything prepared?

Matthew: Yes, ma'am, I followed your instructions to the letter.

Lucinda: Excellent.

Matthew: But perhaps we're stepping out of bounds. With all due respect, shouldn't we leave this matter to the Police?

Lucinda: No, we're not. We are not. The Oakdale Police are good for only two things -- handing out parking tickets and scarfing down doughnuts and coffee. When it comes to James Steinbeck, Jack Snyder could learn a thing or two from me.

Mitzi: I'm no Nancy Drew, but I say when you finally hear from your best bud after he's been missing for days, things are looking up.

Jack: Maybe.

Mitzi: Maybe schmaybe. Hal's alive, so smile, why don't ya?

Jack: I'll smile when I see him with my own two eyes. And Carly and the others, too, I have to see them. That way, I'll know if they are who they say they are.

Mitzi: It really didn't sound like Hal to you?

Jack: It was his voice, Mitzi, but -- I don't know. It's too late for me to make my earlier flight. I got to go meet Margo. If Steinbeck is the one behind Hal's call, I got to figure out where we go from here. You lock all the doors and the windows when I'm gone, you got that?

Mitzi: I'm not afraid of the meter man.

Jack: Good, good. I shouldn't be too long. You know my cell phone number, right?

Mitzi: By heart.

Jack: Good. Try not to worry. I'm not gonna let anything happen to you.

Mitzi: Don't let anything happen to you, either. And that's an order.

Jack: Well, dead-bolt the door behind me. That's an order, too. I'll see you soon.

Brandy: You thought he was really into you. How pathetic is that? The only reason Nick Scudder didn't sleep with you was because you made him sick to his stomach.

Abigail: Oh, you shut up!

[Both screaming and shouting]

Jessica: Let go of her.

Brandy: She's crazy!

Abigail: Make her shut up!

Margo: All right, guys, we got it. Let's take it from here.

Brandy: It's too bad you didn't have your music box handy, Ab. You could have shut me up permanently, just like you did Nick.

Molly: Margo, get her out of here, please.

Brandy: Did you see what she did to me?!

Jessica: Just calm down, Miss Taylor.

Brandy: She almost killed me!

Margo: You don't seem any worse for the wear.

Brandy: Nick dumped her, and Saint Abigail went psycho. Are you still buying her act?

Molly: Abigail doesn't need this, Margo.

Brandy: What she needs is to be put away, that's what she needs, before she freaks out and hurts somebody else!

Abigail: Molly, make her stop, make her stop! Just get her away from me! Make her stop, please!

Brandy: Look at this. Beautiful. We got the tears now. You just keep 'em coming', little girl. They're working' like a charm.

Brandy: I can pull out the tears, too. You want to see?

Margo: All right, let's move it. Let's just go.

Brandy: Where are you taking me?

Margo: Come on.

Brandy: I didn't even get my phone call yet. I have rights.

Jessica: I'll worry about your rights. Let's go.

Brandy: Who's next on your hit list, Abigail?

Molly: She's cornered, and she's vicious, and she's just trying to get to you. Don't let her.

Abigail: Did you see what I did?

Molly: You didn't do a thing.

Abigail: I wanted her to stop! I wanted her to stop, just like I wanted Nick to stop saying those awful things. If you hadn't been here right now, Molly, I -- I would have hurt her. I mean, how far would I have gone?

Paul: It'd be a shame to let a perfectly good bag of chips go to waste.

Will: Thanks.

Paul: You know -- I'm glad you decided to stay. I would have missed you. Will, you know mom's at Lisa's, right?

Will: Yeah.

Paul: And Jen, she's here most of the time, isn't she?

Will: For now.

Paul: And your dad, he's working on this huge case.

Will: But they're still gone.

Paul: I'm not gone. You know, I know, buddy, that I haven't -- for many years, I haven't been around much.

Will: Like, never.

Paul: Well, I'm trying to change that. You know, and I can't tell you exactly how, 'cause I really don't know. But the one thing I do know for sure is that Jennifer and I love you very much. I know we have a weird way of showing it sometimes, but it's true, we love you. And if you ever start feeling afraid about being alone again, I want you to come talk to us. And if one of us can't be there, the other one will be a phone call away, okay?

Will: You promise?

Paul: Promise. No one else will ever leave you to fend for yourself. You got my word on that. Okay? Knucklehead, scared me to death.

Isaac: Hey, I'm glad Jennifer's getting out in the world, having some fun.

Jennifer: I am?

Isaac: Your friend?

Jennifer: Yeah, Ian. Ian is just loads of fun, but I'm not really his type.

Isaac: What? Is he blind?

Jennifer: Oh, thank you, but no, no, he's just stuck on his ex.

Isaac: Poor fool.

Bonnie: Would you excuse us? Jen and I have some catching up to do.

Isaac: Don't forget this.

Bonnie: Thank you. Go back to Rome and reclaim your senses.

Jennifer: So is that the picture?

Bonnie: Yes, it's the picture. And Isaac doesn't know --

Jennifer: -- That your royal ex is still hot for you?

Bonnie: Shh! I haven't found the right moment.

Jennifer: The right moment is now. Come on, Bonnie, you had such a wonderful life back in Europe.

Bonnie: Jen, "wonderful" put my heart in a shredder.

Jennifer: He still loves you.

Bonnie: Ian loves anything with a pulse, okay, Jen? He's very discriminating.

Jennifer: But wasn't he a great time?

Bonnie: Great time, rotten ending.

Jennifer: We had this one night out in Rome. We closed down every club in the piazza. It was great. It was so much fun. Bonnie, do you remember what fun is?

Bonnie: Okay. Okay, I'll admit, sometimes I do miss it.

Jennifer: And doesn't that get to you?

Bonnie: Jen, I'm happy for you. I really, really am, but right now, we're just not in the same place.

Jennifer: So let's get to the same place. I skied the Alps, I watched the sun go down behind the Eiffel tower, and all because you pushed me out into the real world.

Bonnie: I can't think about Europe. Not the old crowd, not any of that. Not now, not today, okay? Excuse me for one second. Okay, the one and only rule that really, really matters is that if you cheat -- fine, cheat, whatever. Just don't let me be the last to know, okay? Is that -- do you get it, or do I have to spell it for you in big, bold, red letters?

Isaac: Cheat? We covered that in the honesty sub clause, section eight, paragraph two!

Jennifer: Well, you did save me from a life of mediocrity, Bonnie. Time to return the favor.

Jessica: Miss Taylor, where were you on New Year's eve?

Brandy: Times Square.

Jessica: You know, I have a daughter who's about your age, so that gives me a little more patience than most people, but don't push it.

Brandy: Okay. I was at a fraternity party.

Margo: Thank you. What time did you leave?

Brandy: 9:00.

Jessica: 9:00? That's a little early for a frat party.

Margo: For New Year's eve.

Brandy: I had plans.

Margo: What plans?

Brandy: I went to the airport to see a friend off.

Margo: Name?

Brandy: The late Nick Scudder -- who once promised to take me with him but then ditched me for someone else. So I thought I'd show up, meet his latest and give them both a sendoff they'd never forget. Yet, little did I know that while I was at Gate 17, Abigail was giving him her own sendoff.

Margo: Why don't you let us determine who actually killed Scudder?

Brandy: Haven't you already made up your mind?

Margo: How long did you stay at the airport?

Brandy: Long enough to check out a hot security guard named Brett.

Jessica: Did you talk to this Brett?

Brandy: No. I saw his name tag and tucked the information away for future use.

Margo: And then what?

Brandy: I hung around till after midnight, and then I went home -- straight home. No detours, no side trips to Nick Scudder's boarding house. Look, just ask my roommates. I curled up with the latest issue of "Cosmo" and some microwave popcorn -- probably right about the time Abigail was taking aim at Nick's head.

Molly: Abigail, you don't even kill spiders. You can't judge yourself on one incident where somebody purposely goaded you. Practically begging you --

Abigail: One incident? Molly, when I found out about you and Chris, I was so mad at you that you ended up in a coma. So what makes you think that I didn't kill Nick when I almost killed my own mother?

Lisa: Hi, darling. Did you look in on Barbara?

Kim: Yeah, we stopped for a minute but didn't stay, though. You could tell she's tired.

Lisa: She needs her rest.

Isaac: Can I get you ladies anything to drink?

Kim: You know, I think something warm.

Nancy: Something warming.

Isaac: A couple of Irish coffees?

Kim: Perfect.

Nancy: Make mine tea, please.

Isaac: All right.

Nancy: I'll check in with my favorite hostess.

Isaac: Could you maybe teach her how to fold a napkin?

Nancy: Do you need some help, dear?

Bonnie: Mrs. Hughes -- hi. Who would have known folding napkins was an art form?

Nancy: I can do a very respectable bishop's hat. I will show you.

Bonnie: How've you been?

Nancy: Busy. Ever since I made my nightclub debut here at the benefit on New Year's eve, I have been besieged by record companies and groupies and -- ooh. How have you been?

Bonnie: I'm fine.

Nancy: I never cared for that word. It doesn't say much.

Bonnie: Well, sometimes there really isn't much to say.

Nancy: Is this young man a friend of yours?

Bonnie: He's my ex-fiancÚ.

Nancy: He's a very handsome man.

Bonnie: Yes, well, most of the women in Europe thought so, as well.

Nancy: Roving eye, hmm?

Bonnie: Among other things. Rumor has it, he's changed.

Nancy: Some men do change. Others are like leopards -- you can shave them down to the bare skin, and the spots will always be there. The good ones are not perfect -- man or woman.

Bonnie: So what's left?

Nancy: The near perfect, the average, the below average and your run-of-the-mill skunk. The good news is that there are lots of near perfects around. I even raised some myself.

Bonnie: Mrs. Hughes, how do you spot them?

Nancy: Well, there are lots of signs. A man who knows and appreciates hard work is far superior to one who doesn't quite know what he wants to be when he grows up. Ooh, thank you, Isaac.

Isaac: You're welcome.

Nancy: And if a hard worker really is a child at heart, he'll make a good father later on. But the most important thing is a beautiful smile because that's the biggest turn-on.

Bonnie: Mrs. Hughes!

Nancy: Child, I have a lot of years on you, but I'm not dead. My husband Chris has the kind of smile that could turn the most terrible day into one of our best evenings that we had together.

Bonnie: He does have a great smile.

Nancy: Pardon?

Bonnie: Nothing. No, nothing. Nothing at all. You know, you should write a book, young lady.

Nancy: Young lady, I'm too busy living to stop and write it all down. You should get busy living, too.

Bonnie: Thank you. I will.

Molly: Abigail, you did not cause my fall. It was an accident. Don't do this.

Abigail: Well I felt like you betrayed me, and you almost died. Nick betrayed me, and he died. Obviously, I have a problem dealing with bad feelings. Even though I wanted to ignore what Brandy was saying, I just -- I couldn't help it. I was so filled with rage.

Molly: Honey, getting angry and getting even are two different things. You are sweet, and you are beautiful, you are innocent. You see this? Do you see that? That is a lying brat who's willing to take a few bucks to sleep with a guy and doesn't think twice about ruining somebody else's life.

Abigail: That doesn't make her a killer.

Molly: What she and Nick had, their arrangement was sick. She was willing to do his dirty work, so there's no telling how deeply they were involved. Whatever she gets, she deserved.

Margo: Harrison, I want you to take this picture out to the airport, see if you can track down anybody that was working there on New Year's eve, see if they can verify that this girl was there after 9:00 P.M. Also, I want you to see if you can find a security guard named Brett.

Morrow: Sure thing.

Margo: Okay, now, call Brady and tell him to go to this address on South College Avenue. Talk to the roommates, see if they can confirm what time that she came home and if she stayed put there.

Morrow: You got it, Detective Hughes.

Molly: What's going on?

Margo: Brandy's got an alibi.

Molly: Of course she does.

Margo: She swears that she was at the airport waiting for Nick until well after midnight, and then she went home and she stayed there. Now, I don't know if the alibi is gonna hold up. We've got to check it out.

Abigail: Well, what if Brandy's telling the truth?

Molly: She's not.

Abigail: But if she is, Ms. Griffin is gonna have to arrest somebody.

Margo: You know what? Why don't you just not worry about that until after we find out what we can at the airport?

Jack: Excuse me. Margo, can I see you for a second?

Margo: I'm sorry, hold on a second. What?

Jack: Got a call from Hal a little while ago.

Margo: You're kidding. Where is he? Is he all right?

Jack: All he said was he's getting close on the investigation but that he was okay.

Margo: What did he say about Adam?

Jack: He didn't ask.

Margo: Well, that's strange.

Jack: I thought it would be the first thing out of his mouth, too, Margo. Something's not right. He ordered me not to go to France. He said it would interfere with his investigation.

Margo: He didn't give you any details?

Jack: No. My hunch is, that call was Steinbeck's way of keeping me right here.

Margo: But it sounded like Hal?

Jack: Yes, it did, Margo --

Margo: Well, even Steinbeck couldn't fake Hal's voice.

Jack: We don't know that. I told him about the coffins, I told him about Marseilles, and instead of wanting to meet me there, he grounds me? Come on, what sense does that make? It doesn't make any.

Margo: It doesn't make any sense to fly off to France, either. If it was Hal, you might compromise what he's done, all right?

Jack: Or what if that's what James wants me to think, so I stay put?

Margo: All right, you want to get into James Steinbeck's head, I will go with you here. Now, maybe he did find a way to rig Hal's voice. And maybe he knows enough about you that you wouldn't listen to my orders or Hal's orders, either, and that you would go off to Marseilles all on your own. But Jack, did you think that maybe that's exactly what Steinbeck wants you to do? So you're out there on your own, you're playing right into his hands.

Margo: Jack, if Steinbeck is behind Hal's phone call, all the more reason for you not to run off to France. I don't need you missing in action, as well.

Jack: I'll be fine, Margo.

Margo: Look at you, you can't even walk. Look at your leg. It's gonna slow you down, like it or not. You're making it too easy for Steinbeck.

Jack: I'll be ready for him, Margo. I'm not about to trust anything or anybody, so there's no way I'm gonna let Steinbeck or any of his cronies take me down.

Margo: Oh, Jack.

Mathis: Detective Hughes, something just came in through the radio. I think you should listen.

Reporter #1: We're at

the estate of Lucinda Walsh,

who will be conducting a press

conference in just

a few minutes.

Our sources tell us she's

prepared to increase the amount

of the reward she's offering

for information that leads to

the whereabouts and arrest

of James Steinbeck.

Jack: I don't believe that woman.

Reporter #1: It's believed

Steinbeck is a prime mover

behind the mysterious

disappearance of three local

women, one of them a member

of Mrs.. Walsh's own family.

Margo: Oh, man, this is the last thing we need.

Jack: I'll handle Lucinda. I'll put a gag order on her, if I have to.

Margo: Wait, Jack, we're not done talking. Jack --

Paul: We'll review the numbers tomorrow. E-mail that report to me first thing. Thanks.

Jennifer: Hey, how's Will?

Paul: He just fell asleep. Are you hungry?

Jennifer: No, not really. You?

Paul: No.

Jennifer: So did he say anything that made sense?

Paul: Yeah. He said everyone else in this family takes off sooner or later, so why shouldn't he? It beats ending up here all alone.

Jennifer: No wonder the poor kid's wrecked.

Paul: We didn't create this mess, Jen.

Jennifer: Does it matter? I mean, does it honestly matter how this started or who did what and when? You know, being a part of this family used to be like putting my head under the covers when I was little. You know, 'cause the monsters couldn't get me here. And now it turns out they can. And every single time I walk through that door, I get a lump in my throat. You know what? I'll just call my agency and tell them they can find someone else for that photo shoot.

Paul: No, absolutely not. You go to Chicago, okay? I'll stay here with Will.

Jennifer: Are you sure?

Paul: Yes, positive. I am beat. I'm gonna hit the sack. See you tomorrow. Oh, hold on. Some Scottish guy called. I wrote his name down. Is that another job?

Jennifer: No, no, he's just a friend.

Paul: Well, he wants you to call him back. Good night.

Jennifer: Okay, thanks. 'Night. Well, it's not really interfering. It's just passing on a little information.

Lucinda: Thank you. Thank you for coming out. This hour of the night is very cold. You are the stalwarts. Well, I'm gonna make this very quick and brief. You all know that three women have gone missing in our town. Three beautiful young women -- Carly Tenney, Emily Stewart and Rose D'Angelo. But you may not know that the chief of detectives of the Oakdale Police, Munson, who was on the job and doing his job, has gone missing as well.

Reporter #1: Ms. Walsh --

Reporter #2: No, no, Ms. Walsh, hold on. Are you saying that the detective has been kidnapped as well?

Reporter #3: Or is he undercover?

Lucinda: I am not able -- I am not able to give you the details at this moment. What I can say is that the prime suspect is known, and it is James Steinbeck, right? Known to me, known to you. However, apparently, the Oakdale Police Force has not got the drive, has not got the ability, has not got -- I don't know what, the guts -- to catch this criminal, and that's why I'm taking matters into my own hands tonight. With the help of a concerned -- write it down. With a concerned public, we will hunt down James Steinbeck. Hunt him down, and he will be brought to justice, and with that aim in mind, I am increasing my bounty to $250,000. It's $250,000 -- James Steinbeck, alive or dead.

Reporter #3: Ms. Walsh, has there been a ransom -- has there been a ransom demand from your ex-husband?

Lucinda: Ex-husband? I am not answering personal questions, all right? That's it. Thank you very much.

Reporter #4: Ms. Walsh?

[All shouting "Ms. Walsh"]

Lucinda: One more question.

Reporter #4: Aren't you advocating violence?

Lucinda: Violence? I'm talking about justice. Justice. Good night.

Reporter #2: Thank you, Ms. Walsh.

Reporter #4: We just got our lead story.

Reporter #2: Lead story, man? I want the 250,000 bucks.

Jack: What the hell do you think you're doing?

[Lucinda chuckling] go out there, and you tell them that you won't hand over a penny, that you rethought --

Lucinda: Why would I do that? Why?

Jack: So I can bring Rose and the rest of them home alive.

Lucinda: You can't do anything. What -- you can't do anything. What have you done? You end up --

Jack: Rescind that reward, Lucinda!

Lucinda: I will not! It's peanuts anyway. I'd do much more than that to bring home my Atlantic City Rose again.

Jack: Well, this isn't about Rose, and you're not helping her anyway. Chances are, you just signed her death warrant.

Lucinda: Matthew -- thank you. Enough.

Jack: Steinbeck's first move will be to remove any potential witnesses, Lucinda, like Rose and Carly and Emily.

Lucinda: You don't know that because you don't know anything.

Jack: You've just put every single crackpot out there in a perfect position to mess this whole case up royally. What -- what if one of them actually hits the jackpot, Lucinda, and kills Steinbeck?

Lucinda: Oh, my heavens, we're gonna have one psychopath less in the world --

Jack: And the one person who knows where Rose is won't be able to tell us a damn thing! Not to mention you're an accessory to murder. What are you gonna do? Are you gonna chase down every crazy lead that comes in?

Lucinda: If it's a lead, it's a lead, yes.

Jack: You don't buy justice, Lucinda! You don't build a case based on a wad of cash and a pushy attitude. Police work is slow, and it's painful. And when it involves somebody you love, every second that goes by kills you a little bit more inside because your imagination starts working double-time, and you pray to God that they're not hurt or suffering or scared.

Lucinda: God. You know, I'm sensitive, too. And I'm worried. You know? But I can't just do nothing.

Jack: Patience isn't your strong suit.

Lucinda: No, it's not.

Jack: And it's not mine, either. That's not the only thing we have in common. We want the same thing here. So please, for once in your life, have something. Have some faith besides money.

Lucinda: Jack, I know you want to catch him. I know what you want to do. But wanting to do that and understanding how to deal with James is a different thing. And you see, I understand, and you don't.

Jack: Let me tell you something. If anything happens to Carly or the others because of what you've done, you will answer to me.

Matthew: Do you think he'll find Miss Rose?

Lucinda: No, Matthew, I don't. Oh, thank you. I don't, I don't. But I -- oh, if he thinks he can, let him have his plan, hopes, his -- in the meantime, Matthew, the concerned public and I -- we will hunt down that beast, and when we find him and we get him, I will be able to look at him and have the pleasure of knowing that I destroyed him once and for all. Drink to that.

Adam: Hi.

Abigail: Hi.

Adam: What are you doing here?

Abigail: Just needed a place to think.

Adam: Do you need me to leave?

Abigail: No. Stay, please.

Adam: All right. Well, hey, it's kind of cold. Why don't you sit down here and snuggle up under this blanket? There you go.

Abigail: That's much better, thanks.

Adam: Yeah. So what's that?

Abigail: Oh, it's a letter from my parents. My mom had some heart tests done, but everything seems okay.

Adam: Good. Do they know about everything that's going on over here?

Abigail: They knew that Nick was blackmailing Molly, but they don't know about the murder. I guess they just figured that he was caught, and he was sent back to jail. You know, I just wish I was like one of those stars -- millions and millions of miles away from this nightmare.

Adam: Done. You see that star right there? From now on, that is the star of Abigail. That's you.

Abigail: Excuse me?

Adam: Yeah, well, all stars are named after people. I mean, legend says that all the constellations are even named after people. You see that star right next to the star of Abigail? Well, there's a story behind that one, too.

Abigail: Really?

Adam: Yeah. You see, that star used to be part of one of the most magnificent constellations in the entire sky. I mean, he was just surrounded by some of the most brilliant and bright stars in the entire sky. But he had all these dreams that were just stuck inside. And it was just like they were trapped. They just couldn't get out. So one night, he saw his opportunity, and there was this great meteor shower, and he just burnt across the night sky. And he came to rest right next to the star of Abigail. And there he stays, because everything that he believes he could be and everything that he's always wanted -- it's reflected in her. So, why don't you close your eyes and make a wish on one of those two stars up there. Go on, come on. Close your eyes.

Abigail: Okay.

Adam: Good. This one's bound to come true.

Abigail: We'll know soon enough. Your mom's checking out Brandy's alibi for the night that Nick was murdered. If she's lying, I'm free. If not, then I'll probably be arrested.

Adam: Abigail, don't --

Abigail: Don't what? Say the truth out loud?

Adam: No. Don't give up on your wish. I never will. So, do you want to hear the story about that constellation over there?

Abigail: Well, you're on a roll, so go for it.

Adam: All right. Well, see that cluster of stars right there? That's Cassiopeia. And the legend behind that one is absolutely incredible.

Brandy: I would kill for a cigarette. Oops. Bad choice of words.

Jessica: This is a non-smoking building.

Brandy: Yeah, figures. Well, if it isn't officer-friendly.

Margo: Well, you were ID by several security guards at the airport the night that Nick Scudder died.

Brandy: I knew those guys couldn't take their eyes off me.

Margo: And also, your roommates confirm that you came home shortly after, and you didn't leave.

Brandy: Well, I hate to say, "I told you so," but -- I told you so. It's been fun, ladies. I hope Abigail enjoys your company as much as I have.

Margo: Ta-ta-ta-ta, wait. There's still the matter of assaulting an officer Doyle with the pepper spray. We'll have an officer show you to a desk where you can arrange a court date. If not, you can pay the fine.

Brandy: Oh. Do you take plastic? Just kidding. Oh, tell Adam I said hi.

Jessica: I'd love throwing the book at her.

Margo: Well, you get in line.

Jessica: Well, it's time.

Margo: I don't know if I can do this, Jessica.

Jessica: You have no choice.

Abigail: How did you learn so much about the stars?

Adam: Well, when I was a little kid, Tom used to take me and Casey camping all the time, and it would get so dark out there, you could see every star in the sky. I mean, it was almost as if you could reach out and touch 'em. You know, you talk about the Williams's expecting you to be perfect all the time and all that. It's like that with me and Tom. I mean, it's almost a Hughes family tradition, you know? I mean, advanced degrees, lawyers, doctors.

Abigail: Well, how'd you handle that?

Adam: I just try to remember that when it all comes down to it, Tom wants me to be happy. My mom, too.

[Cell phone rings] sorry, hold on. Hello?

Margo: Hi, Adam, it's me.

Adam: Hey, mom, how you doing'?

Margo: Listen, Jack got a phone call from your dad. He called a little while ago.

Adam: That's great. Is he okay? When's he coming home?

Margo: I'm not sure. He's still working undercover on the kidnapping case.

Adam: But he's all right?

Margo: Yeah. Yeah, Jack said he sounded fine.

Adam: This is great. Thank you so much for letting me know. I can't wait to tell Abigail.

Margo: She's there with you?

Adam: Yeah, we're hanging out on the rooftop of the converted warehouse on Fifth Street. But listen, thank you so much for letting me know about that.

Margo: Sure. Bye.

Adam: Later.

Adam: That was my mom, and she said that my dad called. He's -- he's okay. He's probably gonna crack that Steinbeck case.

Abigail: Oh, that's great. Maybe you're right about those wishes.

Adam: I think yours is gonna come true.

Abigail: Well, if it doesn't, this could be my last night of freedom.

Adam: Well, if that is the case, how would you like to spend it?

Abigail: On a cold winter night, sitting under a blanket, looking up at the stars -- with you.

Margo: They're on the rooftop of the converted warehouse on Fifth. So, I guess I'll call Molly and have her meet me there.

Jessica: Does Adam know what's going on?

Margo: No. I mean, how could I tell him that I was about to ruin Abigail's life and break his heart all at the same time? Right now, they still believe they have the rest of their lives to just hang out together without the world crashing in. I don't want to take that feeling away from them one second before I have to.

Nancy: That Irish coffee was just what the doctor ordered.

Isaac: You don't want another, do you?

Nancy: Oh, no, thank you. I wouldn't want you to have to carry me out.

Kim: Me, either. Okay, it's time to go home. My husband's gonna be wondering what happened to me. It's been a very long time since I sat at a bar with a handsome young man and forgot the time.

Nancy: Let's hope Bob will be jealous.

Kim: Oh, goody, I can't wait.

Bonnie: Thanks for listening, Mrs.. Hughes.

Nancy: Anytime, dear.

Kim: Want to say good-bye to Lisa?

Nancy: Oh, yes. 'Night.

Lisa: 'Night.

Isaac: So what was that all about?

Bonnie: Isaac, I don't really hate poker.

Isaac: Bonnie, I think there's nothing wrong with the occasional nickname. I just got to know what's going on in that gorgeous head of yours. And if I don't, then I can't give my heart to you.

Bonnie: I'm sorry, what did you say?

Isaac: I said this.

Jennifer: I had no idea that Bonnie was your ex-fiancÚ. Well, I was with her tonight -- here at Oakdale. Surely you know her mother still lives here. Well, she's making the most of things, but I know deep down she really wants to go back to Europe. No, she's not really seeing anyone seriously. I mean, of course she has her pick, but nothing that's really gonna last. Ian, you should have seen her face when she saw your picture. Ian? Ian, are you there? It must have been something I said. You'll thank me, Bonnie. One of these days, you'll thank me.

Mitzi: I've got something incredible for you. Pierre from Marseilles called again.

Jack: Uh-huh.

Mitzi: Just between us, I think he's got a thing for me.

Jack: Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Mitzi: He gave me the names of the drivers that hauled those coffins.

Jack: Mitzi, this is -- you're incredible!

Mitzi: Yeah, yeah, that's what all the boys say.

Jack: Okay, call Pierre back. Get him online. Tell him I'm on my way.

Mitzi: Hal told you to stay put.

Jack: Yeah, Hal would be doing the same thing I'm doing. I confirmed my original flight, so I'm all set. By tomorrow morning -- I'm on my way to France.

Adam: Mom? What are you doing here?

Margo: Honey, I'm really sorry.

Abigail: Adam?

Adam: No, it's okay, it's okay.

Margo: Abigail, you know why we're here.

Molly: Honey, it's gonna be okay, I promise.

Adam: I won't let you do this, mom.

Margo: Adam, please don't make this any harder than it already is.

Adam: Is that why you called -- so you could track her down and arrest her?

Margo: No.

Abigail: Brandy was telling the truth?

Margo: Yes, she was.

Adam: Abigail, I swear, I had no idea that my mom was looking for you when she called me.

Abigail: I know. Adam, this was one of the best nights of my life. Thank you.

Molly: Margo, are you absolutely sure that this can't wait till tomorrow?

Margo: I'm absolutely sure.

Abigail: It's all right. I knew this moment was coming. Don't blame yourself for any of this, Molly. You tried to tell me about Nick, but just thank you for never throwing my mistakes in my face. I love you.

Molly: Baby, I love you, too.

Margo: Let's go.

Abigail: Okay.

Adam: Abigail, I'm not forgetting about my wish. Promise me you won't, either. Promise me!

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