As the World Turns Transcript Thursday 4/18/02
Proofread by Ebele
[In the dark, thunder crashes]
Billy: Okay, this is whack. This is crazy!
Bonnie: What's crazy?
Billy: That we're looking for what's been moaning and groaning and making pictures move. Do you realize in movies when they do that, they die? You don't go toward the noise. You go straight through the door and you get away from the noise.
Bonnie: I'm sure there's a logical explanation.
Billy: Yeah? Well, I would like to hear it.
Bonnie: As soon as Ian gets back from his hunting trip.
Billy: You know, cell phones and voice mails are made for guys like him. Would it kill him to answer the phone? And how long does it take him to kill a few birds?
Bonnie: Billy, for the 50 millionth time, we are not leaving.
Billy: I'm not saying leave Scotland totally. All I'm saying is what happened to the little charming guest house in the village Paddington wanted me to stay at when we got here? Why can't we stay there until Ian gets back?
Bonnie: Well, that wouldn't be very polite. We are guests of the duke.
Billy: Oh, and camping in a haunted castle is not my idea of fun either.
Bonnie: Listening to you snore on the love seat of my boudoir isn't my dream vacation, either.
Billy: Well, I didn't snore because I didn't sleep!
Bonnie: Well, that explains your lovely attitude.
Billy: You know what? It's over, Bonnie. As soon as the sun rises over that bog, we're checking out of this castle.
Bonnie: Billy, as I've told you before, feel free to do as you please. But I am staying right here.
Billy: Okay. Then we duel. En garde.
Simon: Lucinda, hi. Thank you. Thank you for coming by so fast. Come in.
Lucinda: Well, this is a little cramped for a 2-car garage, but much cozier than a carport. Where's the cottage?
Simon: You're standing in it.
Lucinda: This is the cottage. It's very, very nice. And, oh -- and this. Was it left furnished or something?
Simon: The sofa? No, no, the sofa was free. It was free.
Lucinda: Honey, you were robbed.
Simon: Look, sit, please. Can I get you anything?
Lucinda: Darling, just jump into it. Jump into it. What was it? Why are you so desperate that you need my help?
Simon: All right. I need a no-nonsense, shrewd strategist. And since Colin Powell's kind of busy right now, I defer the next best thing.
Lucinda: Oh, flatterer. Go on.
Katie: Oh, I am so glad Carly left some of her stuff here. Oh, this is so cute. And so tiny. Oh, no, Parker's outgrown all of this stuff. Craig can't take him away wearing these things. All right. Think, think, think. Who would wear stuff that fits him? Lucy. She has those little, baby tees that Craig never lets her wear. I am a genius.
Craig: Well, maybe I misjudged you, Rosanna. If I did, I apologize.
Rosanna: What gave you the right to judge me in the first place?
Craig: Well, waltzing into town, brandishing a court order to rip a child away isn't gonna win you many friends, you know.
Rosanna: I acted out of concern for my nephew. How many times do I have to say that?
Craig: Well, the road to hell is paved with good intentions.
Rosanna: And your kidnapping attempt was on the road to where, may I ask?
Craig: Is there no room for gallantry in the modern world?
Rosanna: That's funny, I never saw Carly as the Guinevere type.
Craig: Ask her what she thinks of me. It ain't Galahad, I'll tell you that.
Rosanna: Well, I'm sorry to say it sounds like love, Montgomery.
Craig: You want to send me up for that too?
Rosanna: Actually, that's one charge I'd like to see stick.
Adam: Oh, man, I haven't looked forward to recess ever since I was in sixth grade.
Abigail: I know what you mean.
Molly: How do you think it went?
Tom: Well, thanks to Dr. Michaels' testimony, Abigail won't have to deal with explaining her memory lapses.
Dr. Michaels: How's it going? Has anything come up since our last session?
Abigail: No. No new memories. But I am sleeping better.
Dr. Michaels: Good. Good. So just don't force a thing. Your memories will come back on their own.
Jake: Well, thank you, doc.
Molly: I don't know what we would've done without you.
Tom: So, we'll be in touch?
Dr. Michaels: Sure. You're gonna do great, Abigail. Good luck. And if anything comes up that you want to talk to me about --
Abigail: I'll call you. Thank you so much, Dr. Michaels.
Dr. Michaels: Bye, everyone.
Molly: Tom, do you think they're gonna get to Abigail this afternoon?
Tom: Abigail's gonna be up next right after recess.
Abigail: I will?
Jake: The sooner you testify, sooner this'll be over. So, how are you holding up?
Tom: Now I want you to remember --
Billy: Whoa. Okay, okay, okay, Bonnie. It's over. You win.
Bonnie: Want to make me happy? Never forget those words.
Billy: Where did you learn how to do this?
Bonnie: I spent half my life in boarding school. We stay.
Billy: Why not at your dad's?
Bonnie: Oh, no way. I am not getting him involved until I have a ring on my finger.
Billy: Oh, so the charming little guest house is out of the picture, huh?
Bonnie: Well, we can avoid the price of food and lodging here, Billy.
Billy: Oh, but we wake up with an axe between our eyes. And could someone tell me how come every night we have a storm?
Bonnie: Okay, fine. We'll explore our options.
Bonnie: But we can't just pack up in the middle of the night. There is such a thing as etiquette, Billy. I don't want to seem ungracious. Besides, I know that there's a logical explanation for all these weird happenings.
Billy: Either it's "candid castle" or we've switched over to "the twilight zone."
Bonnie: Will you be serious?
Billy: I was serious the first time when I said we needed to get out of here. Bonnie, it was the real duke. You know the legend that the butler was talking about? I bet you he's still mad as hell because he got his title stolen. And he doesn't want to deal with this anymore. But how come we have to deal with all of his ghost and a vendetta that has nothing to do with you?
Bonnie: When Ian and I get married, his castle will be my castle. And as future lady of this house, I will solve this myself.
Paddington: What's the matter? Having trouble sleeping tonight?
Simon: Please, sit. I promise, it's glue-free.
Lucinda: Okay, Simon Frasier, what seems to be the problem?
Simon: All right, I'm being framed for something I didn't do.
Lucinda: Oh, I'm sorry to hear that. I don't see how my strategic mind can be of any help to you. What have you done?
Simon: Nothing. Nothing. I promise I haven't done anything. You have my word on this.
Simon: All right, look. I can say a lot of things about myself as a person, but there's one thing I am definitely not. That's a murderer.
Lucinda: I'm happy to hear that.
Simon: You know about this video that Katie's made?
Lucinda: Yeah, the "butt-buster" thing.
Lucinda: Lucy told me.
Simon: All right, then you must've heard about her business partner, Dahlia Ventura?
Lucinda: Well, the name, I guess.
Simon: Dahlia is out to settle an old score. I was once married to Dahlia's sister, Monique. This is going back years ago, all right? Now, Monique dies in a horrible accident. But that's all it was, okay, an accident.
Lucinda: And Dahlia Ventura thinks that you murdered her sister?
Simon: Yes, but I never, ever touched Monique. And I never touched Dahlia. And now Dahlia's gone missing. And all these clues keep popping up -- clues which are pointing to me as Dahlia's killer.
Lucinda: Go on. Go on. Go on.
Simon: All right. The night of Katie's video premiere party, Dahlia gets up to make this speech about how great their partnership is. But the thing is, it's the same toast that I made to Monique.
Abigail: Yeah, but it's okay. Because I want to testify. I have to.
Tom: Then Abigail, please explain to the court, in your own words, what you do remember. Are you ready?
Abigail: Yes. I'm ready.
Rosanna: And don't get suspicious.
Craig: Are you giving me your sisterly stamp of approval? What did I do to deserve that?
Rosanna: You're just not the type my sister usually clings to.
Craig: What type is that?
Rosanna: I'd rather not kick a girl when she's down.
Craig: Well, well, never mind. I already know -- Jack Snyder, all-American.
Rosanna: That's right. Jack is back in the picture. You know, it's funny, I thought he would have wised up by now.
Craig: You know, they seem to think they have some date with destiny. But further down the road, Carly will realize that a square jaw's not enough.
Rosanna: In the meantime, you'll wait in the wings? Is it worth it?
Craig: It seems to be.
Rosanna: Well, you're in kind of a bind then, aren't you? You don't want to be behind bars when Carly gets home. Yet, we can't resolve anything until we know where Parker is, so why don't you just tell us where he is. Or tell me, anyway. Then we can decide what's best for him together.
Craig: You want me to trust you?
Billy: Look, if I'm going in a torture chamber, I'm going armed.
Bonnie: Billy, don't! Ah! Now what?
Billy: Ladies first?
Katie: Oh, Craig better appreciate this. I know Parker will. Okay, we've got water, peanut butter, jelly, biscotti. It's not the four food groups, but at least the kid won't starve after a couple days with no milk and no broccoli. It'll be an adventure. Kids love biscotti. Okay, I have got toys, food, clothes, water -- and no clue as to what to do next.
Rosanna: I just want you to tell me where Parker is. Then I'll see what I can do to help you.
Craig: With the criminal charges, or with Carly?
Rosanna: You're gonna have to wait and find out.
Craig: How do I know you won't take him away.
Rosanna: It's a chance you'll have to take.
Craig: I have trust issues.
Rosanna: Yet, you're willing to wait patiently for Carly to fall in love with you? If that isn't some kind of trust, what is?
[Cell phone rings]
Craig: Would you --
Rosanna: Where is it?
Craig: -- Get that phone? It's in my pocket, next to my heart.
[Cell phone rings] yes?
Katie: Craig, hi, it's me. I'm waiting for further instructions.
Craig: Do you have the little package?
Katie: He's with the safest possible person. And I'll be with him very soon.
Craig: Where are you?
Katie: I'm at your place.
Abigail: I remembered that you had plans to extort $500,000 from my mother. Take your hands off me!
Nick: You're not leaving.
Abigail: You can't keep me here!
Nick: Yeah? You watch me!
Abigail: And then -- and then he hit me.
Tom: Nick Scudder struck you? Where?
Abigail: Across the face.
Tom: Well, how hard?
Abigail: Hard enough to knock me down.
Tom: Hard enough to make you lose consciousness?
Tom: Go on.
Abigail: There was a knock at the door. And Nick went to answer it. It was Mary.
Tom: You're referring to Mary Eleanor Mennihan?
Abigail: Yes, our former nanny.
Tom: And what did Nick and Mary do?
Abigail: They argued.
Nick: Let's go. Get out!
Mary: But you told me you loved me! You said I was your perfect mate! I was your match.
Tom: And can you tell us the nature of this argument? Abigail? Do you need me to repeat the question?
Abigail: They -- they argued.
Tom: Yes, they did.
Abigail: I think -- I think it was about plane tickets?
Mary: See that? See that?
Mary: That's Nick Scudder's blood! Do you see that?
Abigail: No, stop it!
Mary: Do you see that, Abigail?
Abigail: Get it away from me! Get it away from me!
Mary: Yes, all because of you!
Tom: Abigail? Abigail?
Judge: Miss Williams, please answer the question.
Abigail: I can't. I can't do this.
Tom: Your honor, the defense requests a recess, give my client a moment to compose herself.
Abigail: I need to get out of here. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I need to get out of here.
Evelyn: Your honor, this is outrageous.
Abigail: I'm so sorry!
Molly: Sweetheart, it's all right.
Abigail: No, it isn't! I can't do this!
Molly: Of course you can! You can.
Jake: Hey, you were doing a great job.
Molly: Yeah, you were!
Abigail: I can't. I can't go back in there. Okay?
Abigail: Okay. And, Tom, I'm sorry, I know I made things a million times worse. I just -- I'm not going back in there.
Molly: Sweetheart, it's all right.
Abigail: No, it isn't.
Adam: No, Abigail, it is all right. You know, you don't have to go back in there today.
Abigail: You don't understand.
Tom: He's right. You don't go back today, court's been adjourned. But we'll finish your testimony tomorrow.
Abigail: I can't. That's what I'm trying to tell you.
Adam: Abigail, you just say what you remember, okay? That is all the jury is expecting of you. You're gonna be all right.
Abigail: Will you stop saying that? I'm not going to be all right!
Molly: Abigail? Abigail, look at me. What happened up there? Tell me.
Abigail: There's nothing to tell, Molly.
Molly: Sweetheart, we have been through hell together. It's not a good time to start keeping secrets. Abigail, talk to me.
Abigail: I remembered something.
Jake: Well, that's a good thing.
Abigail: No, it's not a good thing. Not when what I remember changes everything.
Simon: Dahlia's still alive, and this is all a set-up, but --
Lucinda: Well, then clearly -- darling, clearly this was all part of Dahlia's plan. I'm sorry. It's very dusty in here. Do you mind? Do you have anything? Do you have bottled water? Do you have --
Simon: No, nothing fresh.
Simon: Oh, wait, wait, wait these butt-buster drinks.
Lucinda: Darling, you know I've been watching you. I have a confession to make.
Simon: Ever since that kiss, you just can't get me off your mind, can you?
Lucinda: Never -- never can. No, I've been -- watching you right from the beginning, right from the start, when you were involved with Lily, and I had no reason to trust you. I didn't know what you were doing. And then, of course -- then, of course, comes Malta. And you helped me bring my family back. And, indeed, you put yourself in the line of fire to do it, without hesitation and without fear.
Simon: Lucinda, please, this is starting to sound like you're almost praising me.
Lucinda: A wise man would keep that to himself. Are you ready, darling? Are you ready for my off the top of my head advice?
Simon: Absolutely. Please, that's why -- shoot.
Lucinda: I think it's time for you to get your hands dirty.
Simon: Lucinda --
Lucinda: Very dirty.
Simon: -- I cannot afford to make any more mistakes.
Lucinda: Well, darling, you can't afford to let Dahlia have her way.
Margo: Where is Parker?
Katie: He's waiting patiently for his mother to come home to him.
Margo: Where is he?
Katie: He doesn't want to go away with Rosanna Cabot! What if she never lets him see Carly again? And what about Hal? Poor Hal, your best friend. You're just gonna take away his precious little angel and put him with some stranger?
Margo: Stranger? She said she's family!
Katie: Yeah, but she hasn't seen him ever until the other day. She doesn't know how to raise kids. In fact, Craig probably knows how to raise kids better than she does, regardless of how much money she has.
Margo: She's also got a court order.
Katie: Yeah, and I also have a heart. And my heart is not gonna let that little boy go away with her. Margo --
Margo: Katie, you tell me where he is. Tell me where he is.
Katie: He is with the safest possible woman who's taken care of people all her life. That's all you need to know.
Margo: Why are you doing this?!
Katie: Why are you acting like the Gestapo of child welfare? Don't you have anything better to do than to rip families apart?
Margo: Yes, as a matter of fact, I do. Jack and Hal are after the psychopath, and I have no idea what's gonna happen to either one of them. And I have a case that I have given all but blood for going before a judge, and I can't be in court. And I have a son who is heartbroken because his girlfriend is on trial for murder, and I can't be there to comfort him. And I have another son somewhere that just flat-out needs his mom. And I have a husband, too, who I haven't touched in God knows how long. I'm ready to scream. And why am I not there for the people that I love? Because I'm tracking down somebody else's kid, because our fat-headed brother can't resist a chance to grandstand for a woman that's probably gonna dump him in the end anyway. And you little brat - I have saved your butt more times than I care to count. You have the nerve to ask me --
Katie: Okay, I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Margo. Please, I'm sorry. I give up, okay? I promise I'll tell you where Parker is if you just promise me that the next time you have a day off, would you just take it off for a personal day, because nobody deserves it more than you.
Margo: Oh, Katie. You --
Margo: Detective Hughes. Okay. I'm on my way.
Margo: Well, let's go.
Katie: I was just gonna tell you where Parker is.
Margo: Too little, too late. Come, Katie.
Katie: Wait, hold on, Margo. How'd you find out where he is? Would you say something? You're scaring me.
Margo: If you think I'm scaring you now, wait.
Billy: I've seen enough, Bonnie.
Bonnie: You haven't seen anything.
Billy: Well, then I've heard enough. That's it!
Billy: The moaning was bad enough. But when the moaning stops, it's ten times worse.
Bonnie: We have to check on whoever's down there.
Billy: All right. Any last words? I'll be sure to tell Isaac that you loved him. What do you see?
Bonnie: Well, I don't see any iron maidens or torture racks, if that's what you mean. Wait a minute. Look at this. What is a vault doing down here?
Billy: I don't know, Bonnie. I guess I'll ask the next ghost that I see. Get out of here!
Bonnie: I wonder what's in it. It looks like it's been here forever.
Billy: Yeah, and it looks like help hasn't been down here in awhile either.
Bonnie: Give me your shirt. So I can wipe off centuries of dust.
Billy: Take off your shirt.
Bonnie: What ever happened to chivalry?
Billy: Well, what ever happened to leaving a haunted castle, even when the ghosts are generous enough to tell us to leave?!
Billy: Did you hear that?
Bonnie: Maybe it was just the wind?
Billy: The wind sure does cast a long shadow these days.
Bonnie: One of the servants then?
Billy: Bonnie, look!
Bonnie: Who are you?
Billy: What do you want?
Morlin: You've trespassed on sacred ground! You'll wake the dead. Get out! Let the dead rest in peace! Be gone! Be gone!
Billy: What do we do now, Daphne?
Bonnie: You're the one with the answers, Shaggy!
Billy: Well, I think we should high-tail it out of the highlands and get away from the ghosts and the werewolves.
Bonnie: There are no werewolves!
Billy: Well, then there's vampires in the dungeon. 'Cause where I'm from, it's not that easy to wake the dead that the dead need a night watchman!
Bonnie: Shhh! Hide!
Billy: For what?
Bonnie: Follow him.
Billy: Oh, God.
Paddington: Morlin, where have you been?
Morlin: They found the dungeon.
Paddington: It was just a matter of time. Were they -- were they properly frightened?
Morlin: Ah, there's much work to be done.
Paddington: And so little time. The duke will be returning soon. And if the little miss still lingers here, all my work will be for naught.
Morlin: Fear naught. The young lady's as steadfast as the young man's a coward. It won't take much for them to leave with their tail between their legs. I'll be pure dead brilliant!
Paddington: Just make sure they're gone before the duke gets back.
Morlin: It'll be my pleasure.
Paddington: All right.
Bonnie: Can you believe that?
Billy: A coward? That little dude better watch his mouth. Now, you got off easy. They think you're a Scottish Amazon princess. What's the problem?
Bonnie: Paddington's family has served Ian's family for generations. And he's always seemed like he wanted me to be the lady of this house. So why in the world, all of the sudden, does he want me gone?
Molly: Abigail? Abigail, talk to me!
Holden: Can I get you something? Do you want some water? She had a pretty bad case of the nerves this morning.
Tom: Look, first thing we do is we move this to a place less public. I don't want the jury to get wind of any of this before you testify tomorrow.
Abigail: Tom, didn't you hear me in there? I can't go back on the stand. I swore to tell the truth, I don't even know what the truth is!
Molly: Abigail - Abigail: I just wanna be --
Adam: I'm gonna go get her.
Holden: You know what? Let's just give her some space for a few minutes.
Tom: Well, it looks like she planned on being gone a little longer than that. So, if she's not back by dark, somebody go get her.
Jake: Is that right? Are you saying that as a lawyer or as a father?
Molly: Tom, if Abigail keeps refusing to go back on the stand, what do we do?
Tom: The judge has already informed me that we will get no continuation. Abigail testifies tomorrow, ready or not.
Craig: Well, I told Katie to bring Parker into the police station. But if you knew my sister, you'd know that that was --
Rosanna: Well, you're not gonna go anywhere until Parker's with me.
Craig: She assured me that Parker was in safe hands.
Craig: Well - hey!
Nancy: Mr. Parker Munson, safe and sound.
Rosanna: Oh! Mrs. Hughes?
Nancy: Rosanna, how are you?
Rosanna: I am so happy and relieved now that I know who's been taking care of Parker.
John: Well, as far as Parker's concerned, this has been a great big game. Isn't that right, pal, huh?
Margo: Do not say anything. Just keep quiet, keep it down. There's nothing you can do about it. Just come in and sit down and - oh, look at this.
Margo: My brother and my sister in cuffs. It's a picture, isn't it? We should make a Christmas card for Mama.
Katie: Oh, good thinking. Hey, oh, Mrs. Hughes, I am so sorry. Can you, please, ever forgive me for getting you in trouble?
Nancy: Oh, Katie, I smelled one of your wild adventures when you brought Parker to me and then left. And since you brought him directly to Mrs. "Law and Order" Hughes, I decided that you wanted Mrs. Hughes to handle it. So I handled the situation.
John: Listen, this little's guy startin' to fade. I thought I might take him up to Hal's office, and he could get some rest up there. If that's all right with you?
Rosanna: That's a great idea.
Nancy: I'll keep you both company.
John: Good. Come on, let's go.
Craig: Yeah, you see? Everybody's talking care of everybody else. I think I feel the love.
Billy: You know, at times like this, a guy asks himself - what would Zorro do?
Bonnie: And what would he do?
Billy: Play it cool, keep his eyes open, his back against the wall. Maybe Scotland yard couldn't hurt.
Paddington: Miss Bonnie?
Bonnie: Yes, Paddington.
Paddington: We've received word from his Grace. He's on his way back to the estate as we speak.
Bonnie: Splendid. Thank you, Paddington. That's just the news I needed to hear.
Paddington: Sleep well.
Bonnie: Thank you.
Billy: For what?
Bonnie: To scare up a few ghosts so we can get to the bottom of this.
Morlin: More trouble?
Paddington: Yes. The duke and his uncle are on their way back home now. We have to move quickly.
Rosanna: How is Parker holding up, John?
John: Well, I'm just wondering how he's not gonna become a spoiled little boy with all the attention he's getting from everyone. But it comes naturally. He's a born charmer. I gotta get back to the hospital.
Margo: Well, is everything okay?
John: Everything is fine. I've got a case in ICU. Listen, tomorrow is the day I usually spend with Parker. And I was wondering, if it's all right with you - Roseanna: Oh, of course. You'd be more than welcome to visit. You know I'm staying at the Lakeview?
John: Right. I'll give you a call then. So long.
Margo: Bye, John. Thanks.
Craig: See, all's well that ends well.
Margo: It's up to Rosanna. I haven't filed charges against these two yet. But if you want to take the matter up with the D.A. --
Katie: Whoa, whoa, wait, hold on. I can go behind bars for trying to keep a family together? They give awards to people like me.
Margo: And you give ulcers to people like me.
Katie: Listen, I -- You're not really gonna press charges just because I love that little guy enough to know that he should be here when Carly gets home?
Margo: Oh, please, Katie. Just give Rosanna some time think.
Rosanna: Oh, you mean, it's my decision?
Craig: You wouldn't want to throw the book at a -- a guy in love, would you?
Lucinda: You know, as a guy who spent most of his life as con man, you more than anyone should be able to analyze a scam.
Simon: Yeah, well, small town life has made me kinda rusty.
Lucinda: However, what Dahlia's up to, seems to me, far more deadly than anything that you've been involved in the past. She's not interested in blackmail. She doesn't want the money back from --
Lucinda: -- Monique. So she doesn't want a payoff. What she wants is your life and your happiness. You gotta be ruthless.
Simon: There's one thing, Lucinda. One problem. She's disappeared.
Lucinda: Darling, you international adventurer types, don't you have special techniques for sniffing out the enemy?
Simon: I don't have any enemies anymore. Well, none that would recognize me anyway.
Lucinda: Okay. Let's approach this thing from another angle. In your youth - your misspent youth - how did you go about it? How did you win the women's hearts whose wallets you coveted?
Simon: Oh, trade secrets. All right, all right. There was always one simple rule.
Always give her what she wants. But, then - no.
Simon: No, that's crazy. I can't give Dahlia what she wants, can I?
Lucinda: Well, that all depends. What are you contemplating?
Simon: Well, if Dahlia's so convinced that I'm a lady-killer, maybe that's exactly what I should be.
Lucinda: Kill Dahlia?
Simon: No, no. I'm not talking about Dahlia.
Lucinda: You are very brilliant.
Simon: No, I owe it all to you. You led me all down this path.
Lucinda: No, no, no. You stumbled on the best way for you to save yourself.
Simon: I think it's the only way. I have to murder my wife.
Abigail: Aaron, wait. Thanks for coming.
Aaron: I had to find out what you did to make everybody take off and leave you.
Abigail: I wanted them to go. I needed to talk to you alone.
Aaron: You need a favor? Holden wanted my head for taking you on that last ride.
Abigail: Yeah, I'm sorry. It's okay. Well, then I don't want to bother you.
Aaron: You hear me say no? What do you need?
Abigail: I have to go to this place. It's a little creepy - well, it's unbearably creepy. You know, something I could convince my fearless brother to come with me.
Aaron: Why not? Nothing better to do here.
Abigail: Thanks, Aaron. You just have to promise not to tell anyone.
Aaron: Promise. So, where is this unbearably creepy place anyway?
Abigail: The cemetery.
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