As The World Turns Transcript Friday 5/17/02
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Isaac: You're not marrying her for love. I told her you had our friend Billy locked up because he was onto you. And I told her that you're the type of man that only cares about himself, and she'd be out of her mind to share a sandwich with you, let alone a life. Is that specific enough for you or would you like to hear more?
Ian: I'd respond, Mr. Jenkins, if I knew what in the name of heaven you were talking about.
Bonnie: All you're doing is throwing accusations around, and it's blowing up in your face, Isaac. If you wanted to send me running back into Ian's arms, well, you're doing a great job.
Ian: Bonnie, why don't we just escort your friend out to the gates and make sure that he leaves for real this time?
Isaac: I know about the curse. Ian's family stole this castle.
Bonnie: How could they have stolen it, Isaac? Ian is a MacLaren.
Isaac: Not by blood, he's not. His family murdered the real duke and stole everything he had, including his name. Legend has it that the real duke will someday rise again to claim what's rightfully his.
Ian: It's absolute rubbish. Scots are born storytellers. This land is full of tales like that.
Isaac: He probably needs a huge cash infusion to solidify his claim. And a rich duchess-in-waiting fits that bill quite nicely.
Ian: Bonnie, don't believe a word of it.
Bonnie: Maybe I won't. But maybe I could hear something from you that would prove Isaac wrong.
Alison: I didn't know you'd be here.
Aaron: Yeah, I just had to get away. Just too many people bending over backwards to try not to be sad. It's just weird.
Alison: It was, wasn't it? I thought when someone dies, everyone was supposed to be quiet and respectful. Everyone there was knocking back beer and eating hot dogs.
Aaron: I thought that part was pretty cool.
Alison: Are you hogging the table for some reason?
Aaron: Where's your shadow?
Alison: Lucy? She went home.
Aaron: Then have a seat.
Alison: You don't like Lucy?
Aaron: I don't even know her. But she's got a major problem with me.
Alison: She's led a sheltered life, I'm afraid.
Aaron: Raised by wolves?
Alison: She's just not your average Oakdale clone. That's why we hang out. She's different. And I understand people like that -- like you.
Aaron: I'm different?
Alison: In a good way. You had foam --
Donna: We would like to resolve this in a civilized manner. And we strongly believe that joint custody is the answer --
Molly: What you would like or what you believe is of no interest to me anymore. As of tonight, I have nothing to say to either of you.
Marley: You can't mean that. We have to be able to listen to each other.
Donna: We're just talking about a compromise here. Everybody can be a winner.
Molly: According to you, a compromise means that I will be a drop-in visitor in my children's lives.
Marley: There has to be a way that the children can benefit from three people who want the best for them.
Kim: Well, only -- only if that's what you honestly want.
Donna: Of course we do.
Molly: I'll hear what you have to say. But I'm promising nothing.
Rosanna: I just didn't know how wonderful it would be to be back. I just had forgotten how much I missed Oakdale.
Nancy: There's something about this town that does get into your system.
Lisa: It's just so good to be with you again, Rosanna. She looks beautiful, doesn't she? Look, how long are you going to be here in town? Please let us know. Because we might like to do a little soiree for you with some of your old buddies.
Rosanna: That's so kind of you. Thank you. Well, I really only stopped in for a little while to help Carly take care of Parker. But, given my sister's condition, I might end up staying for quite a while.
Carly: So? What? Why are you all just staring at me like the three stooges on thorazine? How do I look? Jack?
John: See for yourself.
Carly: I don't believe it. I look --
Jack: As beautiful as ever.
Aaron: You want a coffee or something like that?
Alison: I love chai lattes, extra milk.
Aaron: Extra milk? I'll see what I can do. Your friend --
Lucy: Hi. I didn't know that you guys were meeting here.
Aaron: It wasn't a plan.
Alison: Aaron was just about to treat me to a drink.
Aaron: Maybe some other time. I wouldn't want to crowd anybody.
Alison: Well, you're not sticking around, are you?
Lucy: Oh, no -- just passing through.
Alison: A little caffeine inspiration for all that studying you do. She'll probably go to Harvard.
Lucy: Before I go, I did want to talk to you about something.
Aaron: Like what?
Lucy: Like -- I'm sorry.
Bonnie: Could I hear a little bit more about this curse on your family?
Ian: Look, I don't know who your friend Jenkins has been talking to, but legends are a local pastime. One has to take these stories with several grains of salt.
Isaac: I found a human skull down here. Do you want to put some salt on that for me? Or --
Bonnie: A human skull? Whose was it?
Isaac: If you ask me, it was the real duke. It was right over there in that vault.
Ian: You've been down here grave robbing? Disturbing the sacred burial place of my ancestors?
Isaac: Your family has been fooling this country for centuries, passing themselves off as the real MacLaren.
Ian: Bonnie, I know that the man is desperate for your affections, but you didn't tell me that he's crazy. Does he always go on like this?
Bonnie: Well, he's not usually this creative.
Ian: Look, this has been very entertaining, but I think we've all had enough. I'll ask you to leave before I call Scotland Yard.
Isaac: I know my way out!
Ian: Then why are you still here?
Isaac: Bonnie, if you go through and marry this phony and his phony titles, you'll be a phony, too. And once he gets his hands on you, you watch out. You might end up like the old duke.
Ian: Insane! He's your friend.
Bonnie: And if I was inclined to give what he said the benefit of the doubt?
Ian: Darling, I have heard the story of this supposed curse all my life. There is nothing more important than this wedding we're about to enjoy. Isn't that what you want?
Carly: I can't believe it.
Jack: Well, believe it. You're back.
Orderly: Dr. Hughes, these packages just arrived for Ms. Tenney.
Jack: I'll take them.
John: Well, Bob and I are going to split. We've got to make a few notes on what we want to do with Rose.
Carly: Yeah. Bob -- you're an angel. And, John, I cannot thank you enough for everything you've done for me and for Parker.
John: Now, listen, Parker's going to be very happy to see his mother so glad again. Well, let's go.
Carly: Oh, Jack. Oh, thank God. Thank God. And thank God for you. 'Cause you never gave up, did you? Not for one minute, did you?
Jack: Ah, nothing to it.
Carly: I'm just blown away. I don't know what to do. I don't know what to do next.
Jack: You know, I think you're going to want to open these presents.
Carly: Who are they from, Jack?
Jack: Read the card.
Carly: "Carly, I cannot offer enough sympathy for what you've endured. Here's a small token of my compassion. May we work together in the future. Jean Claude Rimbaud."
Jack: Yeah, well, I bet he feels bad that Steinbeck used his name to trap you.
Carly: Oh, wow. Oh, that is beautiful.
Carly: Open the other one, Jack.
Jack: Oh, nice stuff. Look.
Carly: You know something -- I am living proof that praying works even when you've lost all faith. I didn't want to die, but I thought I was going to. I thought I would never see Parker, never hold him, never smell his hair after a bath. And I thought I'd never touch you. Let's go. Let's get out of here tonight. I want to see Parker. And then I want to see Molly.
Jack: Mol -- yeah, I bet you'll boost Molly's spirits just walking in looking as good as you do. What?
Carly: Why don't you 'fess up? Admit it, you were a little afraid of being stuck with some old battle axe for the rest of your life?
Jack: Listen, I've always wanted to be a part of your life, no matter what you did or where you were, who you were with or what you looked like. Good answer?
Carly: Good answer.
Marley: Loving Bridget and Michele as much as we all do, there shouldn't be a problem.
Kim: Honey, I'll be outside if you need me, all right?
Molly: Thank you.
Marley: Molly, you know I -- I can't have children of my own. And I'd given up hope of ever having kids in my life.
Molly: You have my sympathy, Marley. You do. But this is not your big shot at motherhood, okay?
Marley: I can help Donna with -- I have all the time and money. And you can see the children as often as you like, for as long as you like.
Donna: If you want to have them for a month at a time, you can do that -- regular weekends, holidays, vacations, whatever. You name the terms, put it in writing, and have Tom draw it all up.
Marley: We'll sign anything.
Molly: Just as long as Bridget and Michele live in Bay City.
Donna: Yes. Molly, we're still struggling to recover from our loss of Victoria. And taking care of her little girls has been the only thing that has helped us get through that. It would be an honor and a blessing if you would allow that to continue.
Marley: We have so many plans.
Molly: So do I.
Marley: Bridget and Michele -- they already have a play group in the neighborhood, and they have friends that they care about.
Molly: Have they asked about their father?
Marley: Yeah. Yeah, they still ask when daddy's coming home.
Molly: Make your plans. Frame it however you want it, but this is still extortion. You know that I have got no legal claim on those children.
Donna: Forget about the legalities. Forget about the legalities. We -- we all love these girls. And we all have an emotional claim.
Molly: If you really cared about figuring things out, you wouldn't be ambushing me at Jake's memorial when I specifically asked you to stay home.
Rosanna: Excuse me. I'm sorry to interrupt. I just wanted --
Molly: Rosanna, go away.
Rosanna: Well, if you don't mind, I'd rather help.
Alison: Wait, I'm the one who's supposed to leave? We were having a -- okay. I'll get my own chai latte. I'll be back.
Aaron: So -- this is like your big confession?
Lucy: I shouldn't have assumed anything about you. Like that you were going out with Abigail.
Aaron: Gross. Abigail's my sister -- my half-sister. We have the same dad.
Lucy: I know. But it was, like, at the same time you were hitting on Alison. Or at least not minding that Alison was hitting on you. And now I'm, like -- I'm sure you didn't mind. Because, well, you're a guy, she's a girl.
Aaron: You make a lot of judgments about me.
Lucy: Sorry. I just should have minded my own business. Anyway --
Aaron: Hold on. Hold on. I'm glad to know what the attitude was all about. At first, I figured you were a snob.
Lucy: I've heard that before.
Aaron: But if you were acting that way because you were just looking out for my sister, Abigail, then that was pretty nice.
Aaron: Yeah. Too many people I know don't care how other people feel. You're different.
Alison: Are you friends now?
Aaron: Getting there.
Alison: I brought you a chai tea, Aaron.
Aaron: I hate tea.
Alison: Lucy can have it then. They have lids over there so you can take it with you. You said you had a lot of homework, right?
Lucy: I did most of it in study hall. Well -- thanks for the tea.
Alison: Bye, Luce.
Bonnie: Why did you fall in love with me?
Ian: Isn't it obvious? Okay. You want an official proclamation? Okay. Here in the bowels of the castle, before the tombs of my ancestor, before God and my family, are the reasons why I love you -- you know your own mind. You stand up to me. Just looking at you gives me pleasure. And not just because you're beautiful, but because of your -- your spark, your vitality. It draws everyone in, including unworthy me. Other than that, I don't know why I love you. I just -- I do. I love you. I don't know. Are those the words you wanted to hear?
Garrick: Pardon me, Ian. Bonnie, if I might have a moment?
Bonnie: As far as proclamations go, it's not half bad. But what will you say when we finally say our vows?
Ian: What now, uncle?
Garrick: The castle ledgers are missing. Someone's been through your desk.
Ian: Well, don't worry about that. Tell me about the other American, Billy Ross.
Garrick: He's being held where he'll cause no further trouble.
Ian: And the barkeep?
Garrick: He seemed to have vacated the premises.
Ian: Make sure. If he's still here, detain him and notify me.
Garrick: As you wish.
Ian: We're down to the wire here, Garrick. I don't want to make any more mistakes, no more chances.
Garrick: And the ledgers?
Ian: I'll take care of them. You just make sure that that barkeep doesn't cause me any more grief. Make very sure of it, Garrick.
Garrick: Clearly understood, Ian.
Rosanna: Abigail was worried about you, so I just thought I would see how you were.
Molly: I'm splendid. Go tell her that. Because this is a private conversation.
Donna: Excuse me, have we met?
Rosanna: Oh, no, I don't think so. Rosanna Cabot. Hi.
Donna: Oh, hi. You're one of Molly's friends?
Molly: No, she's not. Rosanna, please --
Rosanna: You're Donna, right?
Rosanna: Donna Love? Yes. And you must be Marley.
Rosanna: Well, how can you approach the conversation of a custody agreement on the night of her husband's memorial? I mean, you could have waited, but you didn't. So I can only assume that, well, you thought Molly would be vulnerable. Of course, who wouldn't? I mean, who wouldn't feel vulnerable? She just lost the great love of her life.
Donna: Who was the father of two innocent children who need stability in their lives. And who can blame us for wanting to have this thing settled as soon as possible?
Rosanna: Of course, of course. So why don't you just make a decent offer? Perhaps Molly could agree to a joint custody arrangement for a trial period of time? I mean, just until you finish mourning Jake and decide how you want to get on with the rest of your life -- a life that would, of course, include all of her -- her beautiful children.
Molly: How long? A few months?
Rosanna: A few months. Six months. Half a year. You can revisit the issue later when you're feeling stronger.
Donna: I can accept a six-month trial if Molly can.
Rosanna: Look -- you don't want to go to court and lose everything. Life is moving really fast right now, sweetie. Why don't you just give a little time to yourself to get back on your feet?
Molly: This -- this might be something I could see myself accepting. If I could see Bridget and Michele when I want, where I want and for as long as I want.
Donna: I already agreed to that -- within reason.
Marley: Donna -- do you want to end up in court or not?
Donna: All right. Okay. Whatever, whenever, for as long as you'd like.
Marley: I can't -- I can't believe it. This is so -- it's so wonderful. Thank you so much, Rosanna.
Rosanna: Oh, please, I didn't do anything. I -- you all did the hard part. I'm just so glad I was here to just help ease the way.
Bonnie: Isaac -- why did you want to ruin this for me? I thought you were gone.
Isaac: Not without you.
Bonnie: Isaac, will you please stop it with this mission that you think you're on and just leave me alone?
[Knock at door]
Ian: Bonnie? May I come in?
[Door creaks] Bonnie? What game are we playing?
Aaron: Do you guys go to school together?
Alison: Oakdale Latin.
Lucy: What about you? Where do you go?
Aaron: I don't. I -- I quit a few months ago.
Aaron: I didn't feel like I was getting anything out of it -- at least anything I could use in the real world, anyway.
Lucy: Well, then what do you do? With your time, I mean.
Aaron: I work on my bike -- my motorcycle. Maybe get a job fixing 'em, so -- right now, I'm just hanging out.
Alison: Well, would you take me for a ride sometime? We would have to go to a place no one would see us and run and tell my mom. If she saw me in the back of some two-wheeled death machine, she'd have a cow.
Aaron: The bike's busted right now. It's at my grandmother's farm until I get the parts to fix it.
Lucy: Isn't your dad Holden Snyder?
Lucy: Then your grandmother must be Emma.
Aaron: Do you know her?
Lucy: Yeah, my dad takes me riding at the stables. My aunt Lily says I should come by more often, any time I want.
Aaron: Lily is your aunt?
Alison: Doesn't that make the two of you like related?
Donna: Thank you so much. She is one tough lady.
Rosanna: Well, you know, she's a mom. Would you act any differently?
Rosanna: Well, good luck to both of you. I really hope this works out for the girls.
Marley: Thank you.
Donna: Thank you so much. Nice to meet you.
Rosanna: Thank you. You, too.
Craig: Well, that was masterful.
Rosanna: I detect something rather cynical in that comment.
Craig: No, not at all. I'm filled with awe.
Rosanna: Really? That surprises me. I was sure the only person who inspired awe in you is you.
Craig: That's not true. You could teach the diplomatic corp. a thing or two.
Rosanna: What's your point?
Craig: Well, first you demonstrated your loyalty to Parker, you saved the day for Carly's cousin. Now all you have to do is seduce Jack Snyder, and Carly Tenney never existed.
Rosanna: Curses -- he's discovered my master plan.
Tom: Could I have everybody's attention? I just wanted to offer a few thoughts on Jake. I -- I liked him. He was -- he was smart. He was principled. And he worshiped this new family he was trying to build -- no mean feat considering what he had already lost by the time he got to Oakdale. But he went for it. He went for a second chance in life, and he got it. Nobody deserved it more than him. He was a gentleman. He was my friend. And I will miss him. I'll miss him.
All: Here, here.
Lucinda: Darling, can I put in my two cents?
Molly: Of course.
Lucinda: All right. Experience, Molly, has taught me that I shouldn't get too chummy with my employees. But with Jake -- with Jake McKinnon, I mean, who could but succumb to his charms? The man had a lot of brio. And sure could write like the Dickens.
Tom: Is that Bubba or Charles Dickens?
Lucinda: Hey, well done. With a little editing from me. Now, The City Times is my paper, so naturally, it expresses my vision of life. But its heart, its soul, its center, its core, was Jake, 'cause he was the editor -- its integrity. And then Jake became my friend -- my friend. Sometimes my co-conspirator, my Sancho Panza, but anyway, he was my friend. And now, I'm going to have to have an angel on my shoulder here, you know, whispering some of that integrity into my ear. Molly, you were fortunate to have been able to call him yours.
Abigail: Something I'll always remember about Jake is the way that he loved you, Molly. And you two deserved to be happy together for the rest of your lives. I found this -- this poem by William Butler Yeats. And, as far as I'm concerned, it's about you and Jake. "How many loved your moments of glad grace and loved your beauty with love false or true, but one man loved the pilgrim soul in you and loved the sorrows of your changing face."
Rosanna: Molly? Is it okay if I say something? Thank you. I'm sure you all know that I didn't know Jake McKinnon very well. But from what all of you have said, I'm sure that my life would have been much, much richer had I known him. And as all of you come to deal with this great loss, I know that there is no better place than right here in Oakdale. Thank you, Molly --
Alison: So does this make the two of you like cousins or what?
Aaron: Well, if Holden is my father and Lily is your aunt --
Lucy: But they're only related because of marriage and adoption. They don't share any blood relatives.
Aaron: So we're not really related then?
Alison: If I can't go for a ride, can I at least see your motorcycle?
Aaron: My bike is in a bunch of parts right now.
Alison: Can I sit on it? You can take my picture, and I'll put it up in my locker. Those toads at Oakdale Latin will be gossiping about it all summer.
Aaron: That's fine. Do you want to come, too?
Lucy: Why not? I could just have Fenwick pick me up from the farm.
Aaron: Well, I'll go pay the check, and then we'll take off.
Alison: What are you doing?
Alison: Good. Because tonight's supposed to be about the three of us -- Aaron, his motorcycle and me.
Alison: So think of some excuse not to go to the farm.
Aaron: You guys ready to take off?
Ian: Bonnie, if you're just hiding in the closet, come out. I don't think I like this game anymore.
Ian: I've been looking everywhere for that. Why were you hiding in the closet?
Bonnie: Don't be silly. I wasn't hiding. I was getting those. I took them from you earlier. I'm sorry.
Ian: Well, before I accept your apology, I would like a reason.
Bonnie: Isaac. He suggested that you were marrying me for my money.
Bonnie: That's funny? My father has a lot of money, you know?
Ian: Oh, I know. I know. But I have more.
Bonnie: Yes. Yes, well, I just saw that for myself.
Ian: So are you happy?
Bonnie: I feel stupid, Ian. Sorry.
Ian: No. Why? Because you've been misled by a man who's obviously still in love with you? That's understandable. Look, don't worry about Isaac. Garrick will find him and make sure he's no longer a problem.
Bonnie: Thank you.
Ian: I don't want you to thank me, Bonnie. I want you to love me.
Rose: You look great!
Carly: Thanks, Rose. There's hope.
Carly: That's what I wanted you to see. And you, too, Molly -- especially you. Look at me and know that, when things are at their worst, there's hope.
Molly: Thank you.
Craig: Don't sulk.
Rosanna: I'm not.
Craig: Maybe not, but sharing the spotlight with Carly wasn't exactly what you had in mind for your coming out party, was it? Still, you have to admit, she does look radiant.
Rosanna: That old hypocrite heart of yours starting to beat again?
Craig: It never stopped.
Rosanna: Except when you first saw Carly's face in the hospital. Now Jack's over there with the woman loving him the way you dreamed that she would love you. I think I should go offer my congratulations.
Kim: It was a lovely farewell for a lovely man. And you did beautifully on all fronts, honey.
Molly: Thanks to you.
Lisa: Sweetheart, the sadness will never go away completely. But hopefully, with time, it'll be easier to heal.
Molly: Thank you, Lisa.
Nancy: If you're interested, Lisa and I are members of a regular widows' poker club.
Lisa: Nancy cheats.
Molly: Maybe when I get used to the word "widow."
Lisa: Oh, honey, you take all the time you need. It's just that we don't want you to be all barricaded in your apartment all by yourself. We love you, and we'll miss you.
Molly: Thank you.
Nancy: Okay, here we go.
Molly: All right.
Lisa: Take care.
Molly: Thank you.
Kim: Night, sweetheart.
Molly: Good night. You never let us down, Margo, not once. I need a word with you.
Margo: I'm going to wait in the car.
Molly: I told Donna and Marley that I would agree to joint custody on a trial basis.
Tom: What brought this on?
Molly: Nobody was budging an inch. And then Rosanna of all people pops up with this idea to give a six-month trial period to this arrangement.
Tom: And you agreed to this?
Molly: I can't take this animosity, Tom. It's too much. And I can't subject Bridget and Michele to it.
Tom: If it's six months, then it's six months on your terms. You're a brave person.
Rosanna: Well, you look terrific.
Carly: Yes. Thanks. I'm fine. And Parker's fine. And Hal is going to be just fine. See ya.
Rosanna: Jack, I need a little information for my accountant about the money for the reward for the person who turned in Weston.
Jack: Right. I can give you all the particulars.
Rosanna: Thank you. Well, congratulations, Carly. Looks like you got everything you want.
Carly: Not until you go back to wherever you came from.
Rosanna: Jack, can we speak?
Craig: You took my breath away.
Carly: You were so scared. You were scared pea green I was going to spend the rest of my life as some hag. I'm ashamed of myself. I am ashamed of any feelings that I may have had for you. Why don't you go try to pick up the coat check girl or something, okay? 'Cause I'm busy for the rest of my life.
Craig: I don't deserve that.
Jack: Not that I have to ask, but what did he want?
Carly: Nothing that matters. But he does serve a purpose. He has proven to me, yet again, how lucky I am to have you.
Bonnie: Ian -- we have to stop.
Bonnie: Say good night -- please?
Ian: You keep your door locked just in case that broken-hearted puppy of yours is still sniffing around somewhere.
Bonnie: I don't think you have to worry about Isaac. I'm sure he is long gone.
Ian: Well, I do worry. You're the next step in my evolution, Bonnie. You're about to make me the man my father wanted me to be.
Bonnie: Isaac, this is the last time I'm covering for -- how did you get out of here?
Aaron: You have to go?
Alison: Oh, shoot. Darn that grandmother of yours.
Lucy: Actually, my dad's got me on curfew. But it was nice seeing you again, Aaron. I'm glad we got things straightened out.
Alison: We should probably be on our way. Are you going to show me that bike of yours or not?
Lucy: You guys have a good time.
Aaron: It's nice finally meeting you.
Alison: Trickle, trickle, I'm getting weepy. You guys hated each other before. I'm glad we can all call a truce. Bye.
Lucy: Hi, aunt Lily? It's Lucy. Oh, I hope I'm not calling too late. Oh, I'm fine. Look, the reason I'm calling is I wanted to take you and uncle Holden up on your offer. Great. Would tomorrow be too soon?
Rosanna: Curb your enthusiasm. It's only me.
Craig: Only you. Come in, sit, emote, have a drink. I think we're both obsessing about the same thing, albeit for different reasons.
Rosanna: Why does my sister always make me feel like a supporting character in my own life?
Craig: It's difficult to combat the Carly mojo -- pure energy.
Rosanna: Well, perhaps we could stick a plug into her, and she can light the world.
Craig: It is amazing.
Rosanna: Or nauseating.
Craig: Pick your poison.
Molly: Well, we threw you one hell of a shindig, McKinnon.
Molly: Now back to life without you. One for me. One for you. The party of our lives is hereby over.
I can't stop the rain from falling down on you
Jake: Well, it wouldn't be a true Irish wake without a dance with the dearly departed.
Molly: Then here's to you, dear. When the rain comes, I will hold you
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