ATWT Transcript Monday 5/27/02

As The World Turns Transcript Monday 5/27/02

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Katie: I still can't believe Dahlia's dead. Now we're never going to be able to force her to tell the truth.

Margo: Well, no.

Simon: I guess I better take your advice and Tom, huh?

Orderly: Excuse me, I need to get Ms. Ventura downstairs.

Margo: Yes, yes. All right. Well, do you want me to talk to Tom about representing you then?

Simon: Yeah. Yeah, that would be good, thanks.

Katie: Why would the DA want to file charges against Simon? They're going to know it was an accident. I mean, the banister that she fell from was the same one that she rigged in the first place.

Margo: Well, whatever happens, it's going to take a while. The DA isn't going to move fast on this. I mean, they got to wait for the Police report. They got to wait for the autopsy from the medical examiner's office. Any tapes that we may find --

Katie: Tapes?

Margo: Yeah. Yeah, Dahlia may have made tapes from the bug that she planted in your cottage. But whatever, it's going to be a lot to process.

Katie: All right, can we go home?

Margo: Yeah, why don't you. There's a black and white waiting for you downstairs to escort you back to the cottage. And then I'll meet you there when I'm finished up here.

Katie: Okay.

Simon: Sure. Thanks.

Margo: There we go, pay dirt.

Cop #1: Yeah, the receiver and tape recorder we found in the shed near the Frazier cottage.

Margo: Thanks. Don't keep this one on ice too long. Get her down to the medical examiner's office right away. The DA wants the autopsy. You got it?

Orderly: Got the toe tag right here.

Margo: Great. Dahlia Ventura, you may be more dangerous to us dead than alive.

Holden: What are you doing here?

Aaron: I come here sometimes. What's in the bag?

Holden: In the bag -- chopped chicken livers. They're for Lily. I need to get her a decaf mochaccino to go with it with lots of whipped cream. What's going on here? Studying?

Aaron: Sorta. Got this guide to the high school equivalency test. Went to that bookstore after we talked.

Holden: Didn't waste much time, did you?

Aaron: What you said about making a plan -- maybe you're right.

Holden: So when's the test?

Aaron: Couple of weeks.

Holden: That's soon. Whose platform for change was called the new deal?

Aaron: Sting? Gotcha.

Holden: All right.

Craig: Hey.

Lucy: Daddy, we're being rude.

Craig: How so?

Lucy: Shouldn't we say hello to Holden?

Craig: Well, I waved.

Lucy: That's not good enough.

Craig: Why not?

Lucy: I have to thank him properly for letting me ride out at Emma's.

Weston: Detective? Detective Snyder?

Emily: He's done with this side.

Carly: Mine, too. Well, it looks like this is your day of reckoning, Dr. Weston. Oh, and we haven't forgotten about our little tonic we've prepared for you. We'll get it in you eventually, not to worry.

Weston: What are you going to do?

Rose: What are you going to do? The answer, ladies?

Emily and Carly: Pay.

Carly: You're going to pay for all the horrible things you put us through. Do you know what I did under all that gauze when it felt like my face was being burned to a crisp? I took myself out of my body, and I lived in a dream.

Weston: How fascinating.

Carly: I dreamed of the moment I could show you what it feels like. And not just the physical pain, but what it feels like to have your life invaded, controlled against your will, to live in a nightmare, not knowing if you'll survive. So tell me, how does it feel? How does it feel to know that you are at the mercy of three women who have no mercy in their hearts for you?

Weston: You don't scare me. And your desire to, what, make me pay means nothing.

Emily: Does it mean nothing knowing what you've done to us?

Weston: I'm a scientist. You three are subjects of an experiment. You escaped from my laboratory. So go on -- do what you will. My work has been fully documented. If I die this instant, I will die fulfilled.

Rose: Oh. He thinks we want to kill him, girls. Do we want to kill him?

Emily: No way. Death is way too good for you. But believe me, you will be begging for it very soon.

Weston: I wouldn't give you the satisfaction.

Emily: You're not the least bit sorry for what you've done to us? Do you have any idea what you've done to our lives? Do you care? My little boy, for weeks and weeks, had no idea where his mother disappeared to. He would cry himself to sleep every single night. Doesn't that bother you? Do you care?

Carly: My son -- my son almost lost his mother and his father because of what you and Steinbeck did. Now how should I explain that to him?

Rose: Hey -- do you have any idea what you've done? How you took bulldozer to all of our lives?

Weston: What do you want, huh? Do you want an apology? You won't get one. Do you want a confession? Remorse? Forget it! I gave those up years ago. I've got just one thing to say -- to hell with you -- all three of you.

Craig: I didn't realize it was so crucial for you to say thank you to Holden.

Lucy: I can do it later, I guess.

Craig: No, no, no, no. I want your conscience to be clear. Let's go. Holden?

Holden: Craig?

Craig: It's good to see you. How's the mother-to-be?

Holden: Hungry all the time and a little tired. But all is well.

Craig: That is great. I envy you that.

Holden: Thank you. Have you met my son, Aaron?

Craig: Yeah, sure. I saw you at the memorial service.

Aaron: Hey.

Craig: Yeah, hey. Lucy said you met there, too.

Holden: They also ran into each other out at the stables. Right?

Aaron: How's it going'?

Lucy: Hi.

Craig: You didn't tell me you ran into Aaron at the barn.

Lucy: Really? I thought I did. I guess I never got around to it.

Holden: It's a good thing that Lucy had the chance to stop by. Aaron, he doesn't know many people in Oakdale yet.

Craig: Yeah, neither does Lucy.

Lucy: Aaron was at the barn when I went riding. So we hung out a little.

Craig: I see.

Aaron: I took her for a spin on my bike.

Craig: Your bike?

Aaron: You know, a motorcycle?

Craig: Yeah.

Holden: Aaron's -- Aaron's good on it.

Craig: Wow. A ride on a motorcycle? Never got around to telling me that either.

[Katie sighs] Katie: What a night. I feel like someone's just sucked the energy right out of me.

Simon: Yeah. And her name's Dahlia.

Katie: Simon, if you hadn't found that bomb, you, me and Margo would -- I don't want to think about it.

Simon: Then don't. Don't. Just relax, okay? Dahlia's gone. She can't run us out of here, and she can't run us away from each other.

Margo: Yeah, well, Dahlia couldn't get you to leave here, but I'm going to have to.

Katie: Why? You said we could come back home.

Margo: Yeah, just for a change of clothes, Katie. It's a crime scene. I can't have you tampering with anything in case Dahlia left any other surprises.

Katie: Oh, come on, we won't touch anything, I promise.

Margo: No, no, really. Until I get my lab guys in here and go over the whole place with a fine-tooth comb, you guys are out of here. It's for your own protection.

Simon: Our own protection? How's that?

Margo: Listen to me, it's vitally important right now that you let us conduct an investigation, that, cannot be compromised.

Katie: Why do you sound so -- ominous? Has something happened?

Simon: Is this what Dahlia used to record us on?

Margo: Yes. She set up a listening station in a shed. I listened to the tape on the way over.

Dahlia: Katie, it's a trap! He's got a bomb!

Katie: Get away from me!

Dahlia: He's got a bomb!

Katie: Get away from me! Simon!

Margo: So, you've just heard what the DA is going to hear. Dahlia warning Katie that you're about to attack and no where does she threaten Katie herself.

Simon: That's it? Come on, there's had to be some other tapes there.

Margo: That's it. That's the only one.

Simon: Oh, that's convenient, isn't it?

Margo: Well, in any case, that's the only one the DA is going to hear.

Simon: Yeah, which makes Dahlia sound like the victim and not us.

Katie: Simon, you found the bomb. He saved our lives. Doesn't that mean anything?

Margo: Sure, it does. It means that the DA is probably going to conclude that the reason Simon found the bomb so quickly is he's the only one who knew where it was.

Carly: How dare you! How dare you sit there with that smug expression on your face. We're talking about our families. We're talking about our children!

Weston: Not bad. Do you want to try the other side?

Rose: No, no, no, no. Don't bother. Let him do his little here, little shtick. Let him laugh. Let him laugh. We came here to settle a score. Let's do it. See, this is our version of the next level. Emily? Drink up, Westy.

Weston: I'm a scientist. Don't you think I recognized the taste of barbiturates?

Rose: We were going to use aromatherapy on you, but you're already stinking up the place.

Weston: How childish.

Carly: You think so?

Weston: You just went on and on about how I took so much from you. And you think that somehow you're going to get it back by drugging me, that you'll walk out of here with your dignity restored?

Carly: I'll be able to tuck in my son tonight.

Weston: Spare me! This isn't about your children. This is about getting revenge, isn't it? You don't have the guts, the three of you. You won't do it because you don't have the guts.

Rose: You don't think so, huh? Then I'd never guess -- you've never heard about me playing cards with the boys in Atlantic City. [Rose chuckles] oh, yeah! Oh, yeah! When you see what I got here for you, you know, you're going to wish you had the blue stuff. The whole thing. Drink the whole thing down. Carbonic acid. It's going to turn your face into a sausage pizza. You're not laughing now, are you?

Emily: It's show time, Weston.

Carly: Show time.

Lucy: It wasn't a big deal, daddy, just a quick ride around Emma's place.

Craig: Full-size bike?

Holden: Aaron handles the bike well, Craig.

Lucy: And we didn't even go out on the street on it.

Aaron: Don't be mad at her.

Craig: I'm not mad at anyone.

Lucy: You're not?

Craig: No. After all you've been talking about not knowing anybody here, I'm just surprised you didn't mention anything as exciting as going for a ride with Aaron on his motorcycle.

Lucy: I meant to. It's just that, when I got home, you were really busy and -- I don't know.

Craig: Well, I'm also surprised you'd mess your hair up with a helmet. You did wear a helmet?

Aaron: We didn't even go on the street or anything. We drove on the grass alongside the pasture. You don't need a helmet for that.

Craig: You always need a helmet. The motorcycle can fall down standing still. Lucy doesn't ride without one.

Holden: Neither should you. My drinks up, I'm going to grab it. Why don't you guys sit down and join us?

Craig: Yeah, sure, thanks. Thanks.

Aaron: I don't want to be rude or anything, but if you guys don't mind, I'm going to find a quiet place to study.

Craig: Study? What school do you go to?

Aaron: Oh, I'm actually doing this for myself. I've got a big test. And if I don't ace it, I'm back to square one.

Lucy: I'm going to go help him study -- if that's okay with you, daddy.

Craig: That's okay. Listen to her, she's the smartest person I know. Aaron's a good kid. Quiet, nice hair, kind of reminds me of you when you were younger.

Holden: I hope not.

Craig: I thought he was living with your brother in Seattle?

Holden: He did something that I might have done at his age. He just showed up one day on his bike. I don't think he had a plan. I think he just needed to clear his head. Lily and I, we talked to Caleb. And we worked it out so that he could spend some time with us.

Craig: Well, that's very generous, considering your family's expanding.

Holden: He's my son. What was I to do? He was in trouble.

Craig: Trouble? What kind of trouble?

Weston: Acid? How crude.

Carly: Easy. You've never waited for death, have you, Dr. Weston? Never woke up in the morning hoping it would be your last day because you couldn't stand another single second of torture?

Weston: Are you really going to pour that down my face? And watch my skin burn? You better be prepared for some agonizing cries from me. Are you ready --

Carly: Shut up!

Weston: You think you can divorce yourself from your childish emotions?

Carly: I said shut up!

Weston: You went on and on about the damage to your son. You think he'll be able to escape the psychological scars if he could see you now? If he could know what his mummy was capable of?

Carly: Damn you! I can't do it.

[Talking over each other]

Rose: It's all right, it's all right.

Carly: Do it. Would one of you do it?

Rose: Okay, it's all right.

Emily: I am not scared of you, not anymore.

Weston: You know, it's a terrible responsibility being able to do irreparable damage to someone. Are you ready to do that to another human being?

Emily: No, you are not human. We've already settled that.

Weston: No? Okay, then. Go on. Unstopper the bottle. Go on. I'll tell you exactly how it's going to feel. First, there's going to be a rush as you realize that you've got my life in the palm of your hands. Yeah. And then, it's going to be bolstered by a surge of adrenaline, its power, its real power. And you may decide that you've got a taste for it. I know I did. Wouldn't that be the ultimate irony?

Emily: This isn't irony. This is justice.

Weston: Oh, no. No, no, it's justice my way. Because, you see, you'd find that you're exactly like me. And that's justice, all right. That's my kind of justice. Go ahead.

[Emily sobbing]

Rose: No, no, no! What's the matter with you guys?! No, no, no, I'll get this over with in a jersey minute. Don't you worry about this. You think I'm squeamish, honey? You think I'm squeamish? No, no, no, no. I'm going to enjoy this myself. I'm going to pour this acid on your face and watch it sizzle like bacon and eggs. Mm, yes, I am. And while that's happening, I'm going to a little jig, an Irish jig, right in front of your face. Ah. And then, while I'm doing that and you're crying -- "oh, please! Please, save me! Somebody give me some water, please!" You know what I'm going to do? I'm going to start singing for ya. Singing "everything's coming up roses" over and over and over again. And really torture ya. Just say "when," Westy. Just say "when"!

Emily: Rosie, Rosie, don't!

Rose: What?! What?! What?! What's the matter with you? What is it?!

Emily: Don't do it! He's not worth it.

Rose: What are you talking about? He took so much. Our lives -- he took all of our lives away from us.

Emily: Just stop and listen. Look at him. Look at him. This is what he wants. He wants us to be just like him. He wants us to feel what he feels. It's part of his sick power trip. We give him scars, don't you see? We'll be giving him, in some sick way, exactly what he wants. Let's just walk outta here knowing we're better than he is.

Carly: Rose, Rose -- Rose, I think Emily's right.

Detective Ruben's: Hello? Hello?

Jack: Sorry about that.

Detective Ruben's: I was hoping someone would still be here. I'm Detective Ruben's.

Jack: Yes. Well, what can I do for you, detective -- Sacramento?

Detective Ruben's: Homicide. I'm here on business.

Jack: Well, you're pretty far out of your jurisdiction.

Detective Ruben's: Well, it's important. I understand Margo Hughes is handling the disappearance case of a woman named Dahlia Ventura?

Jack: Right. Right. Margo's not here right now.

Detective Ruben's: Okay. Know where I can find her, or a man named Simon Frazier?

Jack: That depends. What is this all about?

Detective Ruben's: Well, a homicide in California. The murder of Mr. Frazier's former wife, Monique.

Simon: This is unbelievable. I find a ticking bomb and save us all from decorating the insides of this cottage with our insides, and what are you saying? That no one's going to believe that I didn't put it there?

Margo: I'm telling you, given the circumstances, a zealous assistant DA is going to construe it the wrong way. Do you understand now how important it is that you and Katie remove yourselves from this and let the Police do their job?

Simon: Yes. Tom, thank you for coming. Although you could've waited till tomorrow.

Margo: Well, I'm glad you didn't. Did you talk to the DA's office?

Tom: I did, and I tried to explain the mitigating circumstances as best I could.

Katie: Yeah, Dahlia's trying to switch it around. She's trying to make it look like she's our victim.

Tom: Which is why the district attorney wants to know if you and Simon are willing to take a polygraph.

Katie: A lie detector? Yeah, of course. Definitely. You?

Simon: Yeah, absolutely. I've got nothing to hide. Fine.

Tom: Good, good. Even though they're not necessarily admissible in court.

Katie: Wait -- hold on. We have to go to court?

Tom: No, we just want to cover every eventuality. I mean, even if the test is never introduced into evidence, it's going to go a long way in convincing the DA that there's basic honesty here.

Margo: All right. So can I set this up at the station tomorrow morning, say 8:00? Is that okay?

Katie: Yeah, definitely.

Simon: Yeah, sure. Great.

[Cell phone ringing]

Margo: Excuse me. Detective Hughes. Yeah, well, what does she want? Why don't you just put her on the line? Any details? All right, thanks. That was Jack.

Katie: Was that about us?

Margo: Yeah. Do you know a detective Melinda Ruben's from Sacramento?

Simon: Yeah. Yeah.

Katie: Simon, who is she?

Simon: You're kidding. She was the lead investigator into Monique's death. She was the one who tried to pin the murder on me.

Margo: Well, she's on her way here now. And it sounds like she means business.

[Dahlia gasping] [breathing heavily]

Carly: Come on, Rose. Do you really want to stoop to his level?

Emily: Wait, wait. Just think for a minute. Think of your family. Think of your friends. They would never want to see you doing something like this, Rose.

Rose: What about Libby? What about her? I mean, what about her? She got murdered so we could get back to our lives. Do we just let this psycho walk? Who knows how many people he's killed!

[Knock at door]

Jack: Ladies -- I got to get Weston to the airport. The feds are waiting to put him on a plane. Just about finished up with our guest in there?

Rose: Ah! Ah, damn it!

Weston: You're a coward, just like the others.

Rose: Ah!

Jack: Everything okay in here?

Carly: Yeah.

Jack: Hmm?

Carly: Yeah. Everything is fine now.

Weston: Oh, they were very stern with me, Jack!

Carly: Not stern enough. But he's all yours. We didn't touch one hair on his perverted little head.

Jack: More difficult than you thought, huh?

Carly: Let's just say that not every opportunity needs to be taken. But thank you, g-man, for giving us the chance to figure that out.

Emily: Hey. Same goes for me. Thank you, g-man. You can't hurt me anymore.

Rose: Personally, I could've used a few more minutes alone with him. That's just me. Thanks, g-man.

Jack: I hope you know you got off really easy. Those women had every right to tear you limb from limb.

Weston: They were cowards.

Jack: They have more courage than you deserve. You're just too far gone to understand that.

Weston: Oh, please. Save it for a rookie, detective. I don't want to hear that. Those women had an opportunity to avenge themselves. But they couldn't hack it. Looks like I won again, doesn't it? [Weston chuckling]

Jack: I wouldn't count your chickens just yet, doc. 'Cause I ain't through with you.

[Jack holds up a pair of scissors]

Detective Ruben's: Detective Ruben's, Sacramento Police.

Margo: Margo Hughes. I was expecting you. I'm actually kind of surprised that you came all the way out here to see me. It must be important.

Detective Ruben's: Hello, Mr. Frazier. It's been a long time.

Simon: Yeah, yeah.

Detective Ruben's: And is this the new wife?

Katie: Yes. And I really don't want you in my house, so --

Margo: Katie, Katie.

Tom: Detective, I'm Tom Hughes, legal counsel for Simon and Katie Frazier. Is this official business?

Detective Ruben's: It is. I came to Oakdale to make an arrest in the death of Monique Frazier. I hope this doesn't interfere with your own ongoing investigation.

Tom: Well, before I allow you to actually speak to my client, I'd like to know what are the charges. What proof do you bring?

Detective Ruben's: I'm sorry. I think you've misunderstood my intentions.

Margo: This is an arrest warrant for Monique's killer. But it's not for Simon. Detective Ruben's is here to arrest Dahlia Ventura.

Intercom: Dr. Morris, dial 118, please. Dr. Morris, please dial 118.

Craig: What kind of trouble was Aaron in back home?

Holden: Nothing serious. I didn't mean to give you the wrong impression.

Craig: But it was enough to bring him to Oakdale unannounced.

Holden: Caleb and Julie were having marital problems. And I think Aaron was having a hard time handling it. You know how kids can get when they have to deal with their parents' personal problems.

Craig: Yes, I do know something about that.

Holden: I think it was tough on the kid. He ended up dropping out of school, took off. Craig, you don't have to worry about Aaron. He's a good kid.

Craig: No, I wasn't worried. I mean, it wasn't like it was something to do with the Police. He wasn't in trouble with the Police, was he?

 Lucy: What were you doing over there? Trying to get on my dad's bad side?

Aaron: You wouldn't have wanted me to lie, would you? I told the truth. We went for a bike ride. What's the big deal?

Lucy: You practically bragged that we didn't wear helmets.

Aaron: It turned out okay, right?

Lucy: You do this just to see if you can get to me.

Does it work? Maybe we should at least act like we're studying. Because I don't want them to think that the whole thing was a lie about what we were really doing.

Lucy: What is this? Oh, you actually did go out and get the study guide. You didn't waste any time, did you?

Aaron: The GED's coming up real soon. Got to make sure I get this stuff down by then.

Lucy: What made you change your mind? Before, when we were talking, you were pretty dead set against anything having to do with school.

Aaron: Holden hinted that maybe I should get a diploma.

Lucy: Yeah.

Aaron: And then I talked to you. And you sort of made sense, too.

Lucy: Me? I have an idea. Want to hear it?

Aaron: Sure.

Lucy: Well, I know I said this as an excuse so we could talk, but -- what if I did help you study for this test?

Weston: What are you going to tell the federal agents when they -- when they pick up my body in a body bag?

Jack: I'll just tell 'em you tripped while you were running with a pair of scissors.

Jack: Let's go. Come on, go. Now you know what it feels like to be at someone else's mercy, doc. I can only hope that one day, you live the real thing.

Weston: You're a funny man, detective. I'm going to miss you.

Emily: I heard everything you said at the Police station, but I just can't help feeling that we blew this.

Carly: I know exactly what you mean.

Emily: Thank you.

Carly: But just listen to me -- if I had poured acid on that man's face, I'm the one who would have suffered down the line. I couldn't do it. And it's no shame the two of you couldn't do it, either.

Rose: Ever since I was a kid, I never backed down from nothing. A fight -- no, you know? There's Weston. I mean, he tortured us, he almost killed us, and what? He walks free, gets on a plane, and then he doesn't pay, and then Europe, and we're here, licking our wounds. Where's the justice in that? Tell me.

Carly: Well, there is always Barbara.

Rose: Right.

Carly: I mean, she is the one who started this whole mess. I have been letting that woman slide since she ripped up all my clothes in New York. And now this. Maybe it's time I stopped turning the other cheek with that lady. Anybody game?

Rose: It is my future mother-in-law you're talking about, Ms. Tenney. But I have to say, I wouldn't mind about ten minutes alone with her. All right. Good.

Carly: To skewering Barbara.

Rose: Great.

Emily: I don't think so.

Rose: What is with you? You've been like a wet blanket all day. Do not tell me you wouldn't mind ten minutes alone with Barbara.

Emily: I've been in a room with Barbara Ryan for ten minutes, remember? She saved my life, you guys.

Rose: Only because she was trying to save her own neck. Let's not forget that, please.

Emily: Just face it, Rose. You know, we're acting all tough like this because we're so mad. We bought all these supplies, we strutted into the Police station like we're living in the wild, wild west, and you know what? When it really comes down to it, no one's going to skewer Barbara. You, Rose, would not do anything to hurt the mother of the man you love. You wouldn't. And you, Carly -- you would never do anything to hurt Parker or drive Jack away. Not when it took so long to get him back.

Rose: We are failures, you know that.

Emily: No, we are not. We're mad, and we're hurt and humiliated, and we're probably so many other things, it's going to take a shrink 100 years to figure it all out. But it's more -- it's all more the reason that we're going to just make sure that Barbara gets justice.

Rose: That's what I'm talking about, Emily.

Emily: Right.

Rose: A little justice.

Emily: Right. But do you really think the three of us get to decide what that justice is?

Carly: Well, then, what are you suggesting that we do?

Emily: I say we testify against her in court. We stand up, and we tell the truth about that woman, what she did to us. But more than anything, you guys, we put the nightmare behind us.

Rose: I got a long memory, Emily. So does Carly. And I'm sure you do, too.

Emily: Right, so I'll confess -- I'll confess in court that, yes, I had thoughts of cutting Weston up into 100 million tiny little pieces and burying him under all that snow. But it was remembering Hal and Daniel that got me through, kept me alive all those months. I just walked upstairs, and I saw the man I love and the little boy who I adore lying side by side, and it made me cry to think that I almost threw it all away for some sicko who means nothing to me. He means nothing to you. I'm sorry, we did the right thing tonight. And coming from -- coming from a woman who's rarely done the right thing in her life, it feels pretty damn good. I don't look it right now, but I feel strong -- stronger than I've felt my entire life. You two should feel the same way.

Detective Ruben's: I was aware of Dahlia's vanishing act, but according to Detective Snyder, you have her in protective custody at the hospital?

Margo: Uh, yes, well -- we did, but unfortunately, Dahlia Ventura died. We were at her bedside.

Detective Ruben's: Oh, I'm sorry to hear that.

Simon: Wait a second. Look, I don't understand something -- last time I saw you, you were desperate to bring me down for Monique's death.

Detective Ruben's: You're right, I was. The whole department had you for Monique's murderer. But then Dahlia began "finding" evidence to convince us that you were aboard Monique's boat the day she drowned. We began to wonder if we hadn't been looking on the wrong branch of the family tree.

Katie: Yeah, well, Dahlia's very good at planting evidence. It's her forte. She planted plenty of it around here.

Simon: Yeah, so she went to all the trouble of setting me up because she knew the Police was closing in, right?

Katie: So are you saying Dahlia killed her own sister?

Detective Ruben's: That's right.

Margo: Well, what proof do you have that Dahlia did this?

Detective Ruben's: An eyewitness.

Simon: All right. Okay -- whoa, whoa. What's that mean for me? Tom, Margo, surely this is going to help my case, yes?

Tom: Once the DA gets a look at this California warrant, they'll probably abandon any thoughts of bringing charges.

Katie: Oh, my God! Simon, can you believe this? We're free of her! We are finally free of her!

Simon: Yes, we are, and I promise, baby, I am never going to let anyone ever come between us ever again.

Aaron: Would you, like, be my tutor?

Lucy: Call it whatever you want. I could come over to Emma's. We could work on this there. School's almost out for the summer, and we could do it during the afternoon. I'll be there anyway to ride the horses. It won't be all that different.

Aaron: Okay. You got a deal. When do we start?

Lucy: Tomorrow?

Aaron: Okay. If you're sure you have nothing else better to do.

Lucy: Better to do? I mean, no, not really.

Craig: So has he been in trouble with the Police?

Holden: No. Aaron was not in trouble with the Police. It was family trouble, that's it.

Emily: Don't you think it's time we concentrated on what really matters?

Carly: And what is that for you?

Emily: Family, I think. To tell you the truth, I never really liked the one I grew up with. And until Hal, I don't think I ever tried really hard. But being locked up in that spa -- I sure wasn't pining away for the intruder. It made me realize all I want is to be surrounded with people I love for the rest of my life.

Rose: I hate it when you're right. I really hate it.

Emily: No, you don't, you love it. You so love it because you know you would never want Paul to know that you tortured somebody, that you sat there and you listened to him scream. You wouldn't, because you're crazy about him.

Rose: I know. I am crazy about him.

Emily: Oh, I hope so -- you're going to marry him, right?

Rose: Head over heels. Yeah, I just -- no, you know, I don't know if it's like I took him for granted before all this, but now that I have him back, it's like I just love him even more, you know? I need him, you know? So much.

Carly: For me, it's like I took everything for granted. I've spent my life trying to get people to give me things that I wanted -- jobs and husbands, children, trust funds and -- and yeah, I would get the big prize, but then I would just watch it slip right through my fingers. I never really felt like my life belonged to me. Does that make any sense?

Rose: Yeah, you want to be your own woman --

Carly: Yes, yes. Yeah. And I don't want to be beholden to anybody, you know? I want Jack in my arms, I want Parker in my lap, and I want people to say, "there goes Carly Tenney. Now, that is the best designer in the business." But I don't want to take handouts for it anymore, you know? I'm giving myself that promise.

Rose: All right. Well, here you go. To our conscience over here, Emily, I propose a toast. As of this moment, let's forget about Weston and Steinbeck and Barbara Ryan. Okay, to three strong women.

Carly: Yeah, and three really good friends.

Emily: Hear.

Rose: May the road rise up to meet us.

Emily: Ooh, I will drink to that.

Carly: Hey, guys -- looks like we won after all.

Rose: Yeah, yeah.

Emily: Hear.

Margo: Good night.

Detective Ruben's: Good night. Thank you.

Margo: Thank you, thank you. Huh? Proof every once in a blue moon, a cop does good work, and everything turns out okay? Huh? How do you feel?

Simon: Like a drowning man just been pulled from the drink. It's great.

Katie: Thank you, thank you, thank you.

Margo: What are you thanking me for? I didn't know anything about that detective.

Katie: I know, but you believed in us the whole entire time, even when I wasn't sure what was going on. You brought Tom over here in the middle of the night, and you've just helped us so much.

Margo: Well, my goodness, I am a judge of good character, huh?

[Cell phone rings]

Margo: Hold on. Hughes. What?! Oh, man, I don't believe this! Uh, yeah, yeah, I'm on my way.

Tom: What is it?

Margo: Oh, I don't believe this. The coroner pulled back the sheet to examine Dahlia, and it was another woman.

Katie: Who?

Margo: I don't know who. But she was very much alive and none too thrilled at the prospects of being autopsied.

Simon: So where's Dahlia?

Margo: They don't know. Her corpse has vanished from the hospital.

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