As The World Turns Transcript Wednesday 3/27/02
Lisa: Oh, Bob. I hope you like the coffee.
Bob: Oh, you always made the best coffee.
Lisa: Oh, well, we never fought over the coffee at least, but then, your mother made the best.
Bob: Another dream gone bust.
Lisa: How's Kim?
Bob: She's Kim.
Lisa: Oh, that means she's up and about.
Bob: Well, she's -- she's running the station with her fax and her phone and all the other techno gadgets and ignoring her doctor's orders. Hi.
Lisa: Hey, John.
John: Can you spare another cup?
Lisa: Yes, if you two promise to play nice.
John: Well, actually, I'm -- I need some help. Have either of you ever heard of a doctor by the name Weston? He specializes in the aging process.
Lisa: John Dixon, don't you dare! How could you possibly think to ask me that? Go to the doctor. Bob here.
Bob: Is he a plastic surgeon?
John: No, no. In the research field, I think.
Lisa: Is this about Rose?
John: You know?
Lisa: Oh, yes. Barbara told me all what happened to that poor girl.
Bob: What's this about?
John: Well, this -- this character Weston, evidently worked for Steinbeck, runs a spa someplace where he was treating Carly, Emily, and Rose. Well, ever since Rose has been back, her skin tissue has been aging at an alarming rate.
Lisa: Oh, believe me, aging at any rate is alarming to me.
John: It's beyond anything I've ever seen.
Bob: Any leads on the others?
John: No, not much. That's why we're trying to track this guy down, find out where this spa is exactly located. Parker's been having nightmares every night. I promised him that his mother would be coming home, and it's a promise that I intend to keep.
Lucy: Awesome! A blooming onion -- fajita wraps!
Craig: Veggie with whole wheat tortillas.
Lucy: And margaritas?
Craig: The virgin kind.
Lucy: You remembered I was coming home for lunch.
Craig: Of course I remembered.
Lucy: And will Aunt Katie be joining us?
Craig: No. The last I checked, she was still eating her heart out.
Lucy: She and uncle Simon still fighting?
Craig: I've adopted a "don't ask, don't tell" policy.
Lucy: I'll get it.
Craig: If it's Lucinda --
Lucy: I'll send her your love. Hello? Sure, hold on a second. It's your associate editor at "The Intruder."
Craig: Tell him I'm having a power lunch.
Lucy: He's having a power -- what? No, no, I'll tell him. He says McCormick, whoever that is, confirmed that Oakdale PD's chief of detectives is under psychiatric care. Do you want to front page it or not?
Holden: Oh, damn!
Lily: I'll get you another shirt.
Holden: No, no, no. It's all right. It's fine. No, I'll just change the shirt later.
Lily: Okay. I avoided the paper this morning myself.
Holden: Yeah, well, I just wanted to check out the spin on Abigail's trial.
Lily: I'm sure that Jake is being very careful.
Holden: And little did I know that my daughter's face was gonna be plastered all over the front page for a crime she didn't commit!
Lily: Holden -- Holden, take deep breaths. Abigail's gonna pick up on all this stress. You know that.
Holden: She's already terrified, and from that story that Mary laid on everybody at the Police station --
Lily: You know, I cannot believe that she saw Abigail kill Nick. There's no way.
Holden: Yeah, well, it's her word against Abigail's memory, and Abigail's memory is pretty much non-existent at this point.
Lily: We cannot be threatened by a con artist -- a con artist who tried to ruin Molly's reputation then blackmail her and Jake. There's no way that she saw Abigail kill Nick. Why didn't she tell anybody? Tom is gonna tear that story apart.
Holden: I hope you're right.
Lily: I'm always right. You know that.
Holden: In that courtroom, if I pick up Abigail, and I try to take her out in front of the Police, just keep me in my seat, all right?
Lily: Oh, I would love to be there for you and Abigail, but Rose is very fragile right now. I should probably stay here.
Holden: All right, all right. I understand.
Lily: Are you sure?
Holden: Yeah, yeah. No, that's fine. Take care of things here.
Abigail: How do I look?
Lily: You look like you always look. You look beautiful.
Abigail: Do I look too mature?
Abigail: Do I look too young?
Holden: Well, you are young.
Abigail: I just -- Tom doesn't want the jury to think that I'm playing them.
Holden: The jury -- the jury is gonna see you as a person who could never, ever hurt anyone.
Lily: I'll get it.
Abigail: Is there any way we can slip you on that jury?
Holden: Listen, honey, if it gets too intense in that courtroom of if you get scared, I want you to do me a favor. I want you to just turn around, I want you to look me in the eye, and I'll be a reminder for you just to let you know how much we believe in you.
Molly: Hey, sweetie. You okay? You holding up? Come here. Did you eat?
Abigail: Not really.
Molly: Abigail, you're shaking.
Abigail: I'm just a little scared.
Molly: Just try to hold it in there a little bit longer, okay? Because I think things finally turned around for us last night.
Holden: Why, Molly? What's going on?
Molly: Um, I'd rather not talk about it right now.
Abigail: Wait. Molly, if something happened, I have a right to know.
Molly: Okay. Sweetheart, if luck is on our side, there's a very good chance that you won't even have to go on trial.
Holden: Molly, what's happened?
Molly: Nick's landlady, Belva Mason, she died last night.
Abigail: Molly, how is that a good thing?
Lily: What, is she supposed to testify or something?
Molly: We were hoping she was gonna talk to the Police, because she actually admitted to me that she took money from Mary to let her back in the apartment the very same day of the gas leak.
Holden: Well, that's pretty incriminating -- at least it would have been, but the Police never heard her story.
Molly: No, they didn't. Mary made sure of that. She didn't want any proof out there that she tried to do anything to Adam and Abigail to protect herself, so she fixed it so that the landlady couldn't talk.
Holden: Do the cops know that Mary had a motive to do away with this woman?
Molly: Well, they will if I have anything to say about it. Holden, she died in her own tub fully clothed. After Mary's little confession, Jake and I went to the boarding house to try to get Belva to come clean, but she was already dead.
Holden: It can't be a coincidence.
Molly: Way too many coincidences -- the gas leak, Kim getting attacked for trying to help Abigail and Adam. No, Mary felt the walls closing in on her, so she decided to eliminate any possible witness that could clear Abigail's name.
Abigail: Molly, do you really think that Mary killed Nick?
Molly: Yes, and she had the perfect way to protect herself. She confessed to the con and blamed you for the murder. But she's not gonna get away with it.
Holden: There's one little problem. Even if you go to the cops with this information about the landlady, it's hearsay. They have no evidence against Mary.
Abigail: Don't you see, Holden? It's out there. Otherwise, that woman would be alive. Right, Molly? Once the Police find it, I'll be free. I'll finally be proven innocent.
Margo: We'll let you know when we need you in court. Take her back to her cell.
Adam: Mom, did that Mary lady confess yet?
Margo: Uh, what are you doing down here?
Adam: Uh, I overheard Tom on the phone.
Margo: Eavesdropping, eh?
Adam: Yeah. Look, mom, she killed that landlady just like she killed Nick. So, why can't you at least postpone the trial for a little while?
Margo: We can't because the ADA has an eyewitness. Listen, Adam, what you need to do is just go to the courtroom and be there for Abigail. And by the way, you look very, very handsome today.
Adam: Don't change the subject!
Margo: Adam, there is no subject, okay? Bye-bye.
Cop: The coroner's report is in on Belva Mason. What are you waiting for?
Margo: A miracle.
Bob: Uh-huh. Okay, Matt. Thanks a lot. I appreciate it. Well, Brecker at the AMA says he'll run another search, but so far nothing on Weston.
John: I had them cross-reference their files with all the members working out of the country, and they came up with nothing.
Bob: Now, did Rose undergo any surgery?
John: No, no, she didn't. Whatever this reaction is to, it's -- it's a topical treatment.
Lisa: Was this treatment given to Carly and to Emily?
John: According to Rose, it was. She thinks maybe even more so, and then they were moved to something called "the next level," whatever that means.
Bob: Now, we're assuming that this guy's an MD.
Lisa: I'm assuming he must be a quack.
Bob: Well, if he's strictly a research guy --
John: A PhD.
Bob: Maybe that's why the AMA can't trace him.
Lisa: How in the world are you going to search out a stray PhD?
Bob: They publish.
John: Yeah, and if he's been manipulating the aging process, I'd bet he's been trying to sell his theories for years.
Bob: Right. Why don't we try the geriatric journals first? Listen, I'll check on Kim, and then I'll see, and I'll help you with the phone calls.
John: Good, good.
Lisa: Oh, it's wonderful to see the two of you on the same team for a change.
Bob: Oh, yeah. We're gonna get jackets and uniforms and everything. I'll see you at the hospital.
John: Thank you, Bob.
Lisa: Johnny, you look so tired.
John: Oh, well, you know, I'm not used to juggling nursery school and surgery and the hospital and diapers and --
Lisa: Diapers -- ah, you love it. You love it.
John: Every minute.
Lisa: How is Hal?
John: Hal -- I don't know. Lynn Michaels is bringing in the specialists, someone who's used to brainwashing, working with the CIA. He's gonna try to bring him around, but Lord knows how long it's going to take.
Lucy: Dad, you've been on Mars since that phone call. What's wrong?
Craig: It's just that Hal Munson and I have a -- little history.
Lucy: Tell me.
Craig: You hate history.
Lucy: I hate school history. Please?
Craig: It's not pleasant.
Lucy: I don't care.
Craig: Okay. You know my so-called marriage to Barbara Ryan?
Lucy: I got mom's version.
Craig: It was about money, really. She had it, I needed it badly, and she was married to Hal, a regular paycheck kind of guy. So I showed her that good old, dull Hal was cheating her out of the exciting life she deserved, got her out of her kitchen up to my penthouse, and then things went bad.
Lucy: Dad --
Craig: I can stop. I spent a lot of time denigrating Hal, but on the worst night of my life, he did something for me I'll never forget.
Craig: The night of Bryant's death at the hospital, I was -- I was lost. People were talking, and I couldn't hear words. They were moving around. It was like shadows going back and forth. I was a million miles away. I was out of focus. And then -- and then Hal came right up to me.
Lucy: And what did he do?
Craig: He told me he knew I loved my son. Despite all the rotten things that had happened to him because of me, he gave me the one bit of truth he knew could help me.
Lucy: So what are you gonna do about "The Intruder"?
Craig: I'm gonna print the story.
Lucy: But I thought you just said --
Craig: No, I'm gonna focus on James Steinbeck. He's the reason Hal's in the psych ward. I'm not gonna -- sensationalize Hal's problem.
Lucy: You know, it won't get you a Nobel Prize, but it probably will help his kids. He sounds like a great dad, I'm sure.
Craig: Lucy -- Lucy -- that's genius. I know exactly how I can help Hal and Carly.
Craig: Well, I'm going to give Hal the one thing he needs more than a room full of psychiatrists. I'm going to give him time with his son.
Abigail: Um, can we go? Where's Holden?
Lily: He must be saying good-bye to Faith and Luke.
Abigail: Do you think he'll mind if we just left?
Molly: Honey, we have time.
Abigail: Well, the sooner we get there, the sooner we'll see if the case is dismissed.
Holden: We don't know if that will happen.
Abigail: But if Mary killed the landlady --
Lily: What did Tom say?
Molly: He -- he didn't commit to anything. Abigail, your dad's right. There's no guarantees, and I should have kept my big mouth shut.
Abigail: No. I'm glad you said something, can we go?
Molly: Sure. She can ride with me, right?
Holden: I'll be right behind you guys.
Lily: I haven't seen her like that in months. She has a smile on her face.
Holden: I just hope it's not a dead end, or else it will just crush Abigail.
Lily: I know, I know. Look, I would be there for you, but Rose is just -- she just got back, and she's so --
Holden: It's okay. It's all right. When there's a break, I'll give you a call and let you know how everything's going.
Lily: Okay, thank you. I love you.
Holden: I love you.
Lily: Good luck.
Rose: You know, they say that people get smarter with age, so that must make me a freaking genius. So here is the poop -- what are you doing hanging around here? Go to the courthouse, be with your husband. He needs you more than I do.
Lisa: Well, did you get Bonnie?
Isaac: I couldn't get -- why would I want to talk to Bonnie anyway?
Lisa: Well, I don't know. Look, we need somebody here to help. I cannot go through opening up these cartons, not with these nails.
Isaac: Well, get Billy to help.
Lisa: That's a nice try.
Isaac: Ah, kids -- you can't rely on them these days.
Lisa: Billy was very reliable. He also was honest.
Isaac: Billy was the bartender, not my conscience. He crossed the line.
Lisa: See, we need somebody to help us, especially today, because Katie's big party is tonight.
Isaac: I took care of it.
Lisa: Oh, you did? Well, that's wonderful, because we just have a few hours before that butt-busting whatever it is video of hers has its big debut tonight.
Isaac: And that's why I called an agency.
Lisa: Good. You see, you wouldn't have to go through all of this if you hadn't been busting a few butts yourself.
Isaac: Bonnie quit.
Lisa: Bonnie ran.
Isaac: Same difference.
Lisa: No, it isn't. She ran. She was running away from your -- from your bad attitude.
Isaac: I don't have a bad attitude.
Lisa: Oh? Look, you want some advice?
Lisa: I think what you should do is find Bonnie and beg her to come back.
Lisa: Yes, beg as in grovel, and just be nice.
Isaac: Nice? Nice like taking her out on well thought-out dates, nice like trying to buy expensive gifts to show her how much --
Lisa: I mean nice and not trying to make Bonnie pick you against the duke.
Isaac: Well, if the coronet fits -- you know, you're right. I have been a bit testy around here lately, but that's only because this is my castle. This is my dream. This is what it's all about for me -- hard work, a packed house every night and someone who appreciates that as much as I do.
Lisa: She was getting there.
Isaac: Getting there is not being there, and nobody is irreplaceable, not even a duchess.
John: No, no. It's "t-o-n," not "s-o-n." "T" as in "Weston." As far as I knew, George, but then it could be a middle name. I have. I've talked to about every professional agency I know, and they still come up with nothing. Okay. I know you will. Thanks very much. Give me a call. Bye-bye.
Craig: Tracing Weston?
John: How long have you been standing there?
Craig: Steinbeck's mystery doctor could be the key to finding Carly and Emily.
John: You stay out of this, okay? I have medical reasons for being involved.
Craig: How is Rose? Have you been able to stop this aging thing at all?
John: No, I don't discuss my patients with non-professionals.
Craig: Has she said anything about Carly and Emily?
John: You take it up with the Police, okay?
Craig: John, John, listen. I think I can help here.
John: Why am I not getting through to you? I told you, I don't need your help.
Craig: Well, maybe you don't, but Parker does. Maybe Hal does, too.
John: What are you talking about?
Craig: I want to bring Parker to see his father.
John: Oh, no. That's out of the question.
John: Hal is in no condition --
Craig: To see his son?
Craig: It could be the best medicine for him. And Steinbeck, no matter what he did to Hal's brains, is not gonna erase the memory of his little boy.
John: What do you know about post-hypnotic suggestion and brainwashing?
Craig: I know about the bond between fathers and sons. I know that can work miracles.
John: And what do you get out of this?
Craig: A chance to do some good, John.
John: That's pretty funny.
Craig: Just five minutes with Hal.
John: So you can pump Hal for information about Steinbeck and finding Carly?
Craig: Listen, he may know something, and that could provide a solid lead to Carly and Emily.
John: Steinbeck is an off -- off-limits subject for Hal right now. You start pumping him about Steinbeck, and you're gonna drive him right over the edge.
Craig: Yes, but what if what is good for this case is also good for Parker and for Hal? Isn't that a risk worth taking?
Jake: Hey, Holden.
Holden: How's Abigail?
Jake: Well, she seems to be the coolest one of all.
Molly: Holden, I'm sorry I said what I did at the house. It's just when I saw Abigail was so upset, I went into autopilot and wanted to give her something to hold onto.
Holden: I know, I know.
Molly: But if it pans out --
Holden: "If," Molly. That's a big if.
Jake: Hope Tom got a postponement.
Molly: Tom, what's going on?
Jake: Yeah, anything we want to hear?
Abigail: Tom, what's she doing here?
Tom: She is on the state's witness list.
Abigail: But what about what happened last night at the boarding house? Isn't anyone going to follow that up?
Tom: I'm going for a continuance.
Jake: Is Mary first up?
Tom: Well, the star witness usually is, Jake.
Molly: I don't understand this. Belva's body is barely cold, and they're serving up her murderer to testify against my daughter?
Holden: Tom, the dead woman was the one person who could have made sure that Mary was facing a murder charge.
Jake: Why don't you guys put this on hold until you get a chance to do an investigation?
Margo: I got the coroner's report. Belva Mason died of natural causes.
Abigail: What? No, no! I was sure this was over!
Molly: "Natural causes," Margo?! There's no way. You have to check this out, because Mary killed her, and my daughter is innocent, so you have to go in there. You have to go in there, and you have to tell them that Abigail is innocent and that Mary Manahan is a cold-blooded killer. And you find a way to prove it.
Rose: Mirror, mirror on the wall, please stop scaring the heck out of me.
Lily: Are you hungry?
Rose: Well, I haven't forgotten my way to the kitchen. I think I'll pack on the calories now before I lose my teeth.
Lily: Don't make jokes, Rose.
Rose: That's who I am. I joke. Figure, laugh at yourself before someone laughs at you.
Lily: No one's laughing.
Rose: I know that Weston and his Ooompa-Loompas turned me into some sniveling bowl of Jell-O because of some wrinkles and some dry skin.
Lily: Look, you don't have to be strong for me.
Rose: I'm being strong for me! I'm sorry. I'm a little on edge. My shakes -- I've got the shakes. I'm just trying to be Rose, but I don't look like Rose much anymore, and I don't see any improvement.
Lily: It doesn't look like things have changed in the last couple of days. Maybe it's slowing down. I'm sure John Dixon will think of something.
Rose: My mom always used to say she didn't mind her smile lines and funny lines there because they're from me -- and her worry lines. I figured I'd have a kid or two to blame mine on, not some crazy doctor.
Lily: You will.
Rose: Yeah, maybe. But in the meantime, I am too old for a babysitter, so please go, and go to the courthouse and be a wife. Earn your own worry lines.
Lily: You don't mind staying with the kids?
Rose: No. Hey, I'm a responsible adult. I can take care of the kids. Rigor mortis has not set in yet. We'll keep it low key, all right? We'll just do arts and crafts or something. I've got a voodoo doll of Dr. Weston I'm working on.
Lily: Are you sure?
Rose: If the people that I love the most start treating me like I'm made of glass, what hope do I have for stepping out that door? I just want to try to be your sister. Would you let me do that, please? And you tell that Abigail, she keeps her chin up. We're all rooting for her.
Lily: I will. Have fun.
Rose: What are you looking at?
[Doorbell rings] ah, it's probably the AARP with my free subscription. Ahem. You can do this. Hey, unless you're selling the fountain of youth I'm really not interested --
Paul: All I have is this, but it's all yours. So am I, if you still want me.
Rose: Know what I missed most being at that spa? The real smells -- fresh flowers, Emma's cooking, the smell of a fresh brewed cup of coffee. There's only so much juniper and jasmine a girl can take.
Paul: All right, then how about we go down to Al's, and you can inhale a fresh cup of --
Rose: I can't do that. 'Cause of the kids, I'm babysitting the kids.
Paul: We'll take them with us.
Rose: No! Well, they're in the middle of something. I don't want to -- you know -- disrupt them.
Paul: All right. Well, then, I'll make us a cup right here. We'll do whatever you want to do.
Rose: What do I want? What I want to do? Well, I would like to climb into a time machine. That's a crazy dream. Yet, sometimes I feel like we were in a dream, too.
Paul: No. No. We were very real. I love you, Rose --
Rose: Don't, please.
Paul: I'm sorry. I just missed you.
Rose: It's not about that.
Paul: What's it about then? Tell me. What can I do? How can I convince you that I still love you.
Rose: You know what kept me from going schizo in that spa? I would close my eyes, and I would remember how it felt to have your arms on my shoulders. And -- the way it felt when you kissed me, and you'd put your hand on my cheek and bring me close to you. But that was before I knew I would turn into this.
Paul: You haven't turned into anything. You -- you want to know what got me through those months? What I missed most?
Rose: My pasta-fagioli?
Paul: Yeah. That and your voice.
Rose: My voice?
Paul: Your voice. The way you'd go off about some silly movie that you loved, and tell one of your stories about growing up with Joe. I -- I missed it so much that I -- took the tape out of your answering machine so I could listen to it --
Rose: Just stop it, please, I'm a freak!
Paul: What? No, don't say that, Rose.
Rose: You have to accept the fact that things have changed.
Paul: Well, nothing has changed for me.
Rose: Things have changed for us. Look. Come here. Look at this. Look at -- look at us. Not me. Look at us. You're the president of B.R.O. You're Ivy league. Me, I'm the oddball, you know, I'm used to being talked about, and gossiped about. But I don't want that for you.
Paul: You never used to care about what other people thought --
Rose: I'm not talking about me. I'm talking about you. I care about you, what happens to you.
Paul: And I care about you. And I want you in my life, Rose.
Rose: And what I want, I can't have. So I have to deal with what is, not what could have been. And so do you. Please -- please just -- just say good-bye. Please go out that door and never look back.
Paul: I'll do anything you want me to do, Rose. But I can't do that.
John: I'm only considering this for Parker's sake. See, if I hear that little boy gets upset about anything, I'm going to hold you responsible.
Craig: I am responsible. He and I are pals.
John: You don't turn this visit into a reason to pump Hal for information about Steinbeck or finding Carly. Just forget about that.
Craig: John, I had a son, and I lost him, because I put myself first. Now, sure, I want to find Carly, but not at Parker's expense.
John: Okay, I'm going to talk to Lynn Michaels, all right? Now, look, I've got surgery in about an hour. You're going to have to pick Parker up at the hospital day care center.
Craig: Okay, that's fine.
John: No problem?
Craig: No problem.
John: And you don't do anything until you hear from me.
Margo: We cannot ignore the facts.
Jake: And what are the facts? That a healthy woman dies with all of her -- of her clothes on in her own bath tub?
Tom: Yeah, she wasn't healthy.
Jake: What --
Margo: She drew her bath, she had a massive coronary. Obviously she fell in.
Tom: She didn't die of drowning, Jake, it was her heart that killed her.
Jake: Is that right? Well, where was Mary when all this happened?
Margo: Mary was at the police station with me at time of death.
Molly: Great. That's great. So you were her alibi.
Molly: Wait a minute. Wait a minute. Mary might have had outside help.
Margo: Believe me, I searched. I did some digging. I wanted that to come up. But it didn't. All I found out was that Belva Mason had a history of heart problems, and her doctor said that she was a walking time bomb.
Isaac: I see by your resume it says you tended bar through college.
Vivian: Three years. One at Yo's.
Isaac: Yo's, I see. I should probably inform you that we do a bit more here than just pour beer. Java underground is a more --
Lisa: Honey, why don't you just step back here and show us what you can do?
Vivian: What would you like?
Lisa: Well, let's start slow. How about a nice chardonnay?
Isaac: Make that a long island iced tea.
Lisa: Why don't you just ask the kid how to spell chrysanthemum?
Isaac: Vivian, we're having a very important party here later, what we need is a pro.
Lisa: We need somebody who knows exactly what you need.
Isaac: Reliable help.
Lisa: You need to have a long talk with Bonnie.
Isaac: Like I need a hole in my head.
Lisa: Oh, Isaac, you have sabotaged every person who's come in here wanting work. Why don't you just get it over with, give the kid the boot.
Isaac: Okay, fine. Vivian, you're hired!
Dr. Michaels: You know, I agreed to this visit, because I think it would be a good thing for Hal to spend some time with his son.
Craig: So do I.
Dr. Michaels: But I do think there are some ground rules we need to adhere to. First of all, I will supervise the entire visit. And under no circumstances will the name of James Steinbeck be mentioned. If there's a problem with that, then you can leave now.
Craig: No, no, no, no. That's not a problem. But what if Hal remembers something important. You know, that could save lives here.
Dr. Michaels: The life we're trying to save right now is Hal's. He's been working with a de-programming expert, but the progress is very slow. And I will not have it compromised in any way.
Craig: All right. But what if -- what if Parker stimulates a breakthrough of some kind?
Dr. Michaels: It's not the kind of thing where one stimulus is going to flip a switch and make Hal himself again. That's just not how it works.
Craig: Well, then, we can always hope, can't we?
Dr. Michaels: You've heard my terms, Mr. Montgomery. Either you agree to them, or we have to terminate the visit.
Hal: Hey, hey, hey, I know you. I know you.
Dr. Michaels: Do I have your word?
Craig: Oh, you have my word.
Rose: Come on, move it, Lucian, Aunt Rose never met a board game she didn't like.
Luke: Want a snack?
Rose: Ah, you gonna eat all that, and then go to the state fair?
Rose: You did inherit my appetite, kid, I'll tell you that.
Luke: Come with us.
Rose: Oh, no, I don't want to horn in on your time with Emma.
Luke: She won't mind. She wants you to come.
Rose: Okay. Next year.
Luke: Grandma won't go on the moon bounce.
Rose: Really? I think my moon bouncing days are over.
Luke: What did you say?
Rose: Nothing. Nothing important.
Luke: Are you okay?
Rose: Yeah, better than okay.
Luke: Then why do you look so sad?
Margo: There you go.
Molly: Thanks. I'm sorry I lost it before.
Margo: Oh, no, no. Please, you're entitled.
Molly: I was just so sure that that landlady was going to prove that Mary was a killer.
Margo: If you ever tell anyone that I said this, I will flat out call you a liar. But if I could have shredded that coroner's report, I would have.
Molly: So now what?
Margo: So now we hold our heads up and show complete confidence in Abigail's defense. And we show the jury that we believe in her no matter what is said in that courtroom.
Molly: What's going on with you, Margo? I drag your son into this mess. I practically make your job impossible. And you're still in our corner. I know why I believe in Abigail. But, what about you? Why are you so sure that she's innocent?
Isaac: You didn't choke on it, that's a good sign.
Lisa: It is wonderful, Isaac. It's the best one I've ever had.
Isaac: I do have an eye for talent. I told you that we could live without the duchess. Easier to replace than I thought.
Lisa: Are we talking about work here?
Isaac: I am. So are those the want ads you're looking at?
Lisa: No, this is the personals. You want to hear this? "Stubborn, chauvinistic male seeking a way to apologize to a beautiful ex-employee."
Isaac: Okay, give me that.
Lisa: It's too bad because even if you wanted to apologize, it's too late.
Isaac: Which, I don't want to.
Isaac: No, I don't.
Isaac: Do. Maybe I have been a bit on edge lately. But I'll just turn on the Jenkins charm, and admit that I was a little over the top for a little bit.
Lisa: Yeah. And you'd be willing to swim all across the Atlantic ocean to bring her back?
Isaac: I wouldn't go that far.
Lisa: Well, that's just too bad, because Jessica just called and told me that Bonnie is on her way to Scotland.
Dr. Michaels: Hal, it's almost time for your appointment with Dr. Carson.
Craig: You guys both did a great job with those blocks. Did you do this, Hal?
Dr. Michaels: Mr. Montgomery?
Craig: What do you know about Weston?
Dr. Michaels: Hal, you give Parker a hug 'cause we've got to go.
Hal: I know him, don't I?
Dr. Michaels: We don't have to discuss this now.
Craig: Who is it, Hal?
Hal: Ah, he's a nobody. He's not real. See, Parker? This is what's called an anagram. It's like a game, like a name game.
Dr. Michaels: Hal, say good-bye now, 'cause we have to go. We have to go. We need to say good-bye now. Mr. Montgomery is leaving, too.
Hal: Nice tower. Bye, Parker. Bye.
John: Hal, hello. Hello. Parker, Parker? So how did your visit go with your father, huh?
Craig: It was very informative, John. How good are you with puzzles?
Rose: I win. I win!
Luke: You used to let me win.
Rose: Well, that was when you were a little kid. I don't see a little kid around here, do you see a little kid around here?
Luke: You're funny, Aunt Rose.
Rose: Let me ask you something -- do I look different to you.
Luke: I guess -- a little. But it's just your face. You still sing funny songs, and make me laugh, and play games with me. You're still my Aunt Rose. I mean, who else would you be?
Rose: Yeah. Good point. You're smart. So if I am your Aunt Rose, how many cookies am I going to let you eat before you go to the fair?
Luke: The whole bag?
Rose: That's right. So go up, go ahead. Hurry up.
Rose: You should be made of silk. We all should.
Paul: It's all right, I'm his son.
Paul: I just saw Rose. I thought you'd like to know that she sent me away. But you didn't break her. You tried like hell, but she's still holding strong. You're big on deals, right? Well, I'm here to make a deal with you. I'll trade you. You give Rose her life back and release the others, and I'll be your son again. I will. I'll do whatever you want. Want me to beg? I'm begging you. You want to own me, I'm yours. You want me to tell you I love you? I love you, dad. I'll be the son you want me to be, but you have to hold up your end of the deal. You have to open your eyes, and you have to help Rose. Please, give her her life back.
Margo: A few years back, the department thought they had an open and shut case. Man was murdered. The suspect, his lover, was practically found in bed with the corpse. But she said she had no idea how he died.
Molly: What happened?
Margo: I was found innocent.
Molly: Alec Wallace?
Margo: So, you keep your confidence in Abigail, don't you lose faith in her.
Molly: Oh, I won't, no way. Excuse me, okay?
Holden: Sweetheart, try not to be afraid. I love you. And I promise you I will never let anyone do anything to hurt you. But you got to do this. You've got to go in there. We have to face this together. Because you're not the only one on trial here. We all are, everyone who loves you. So you got to do this for all of us. Are you ready?