As The World Turns Transcript Friday 6/21/02
Proofread by Ebele
Holden: Faith -- she's asleep. Luke -- he said he was tired, but I have a funny feeling he's under his covers with his flashlight, reading his comic books. More importantly, how are you feeling?
Lily: I haven't felt any pain again.
Holden: You know what? Maybe it's Braxton Hicks. Or is it too early for that?
Lily: I just need some rest. That's all.
Holden: You know what I'm gonna do? I'm gonna call Dr. Samuels. It might be something a little bit more serious.
Lily: Look, if I don't know the difference between minor cramps and a serious problem -- I mean, Holden, this is my third child.
Holden: Yeah, but there's a lot of stress in your life right now, worrying about Rose and everything.
Lily: I'd be stressed whether or not I was pregnant. So I am. It's fine.
Lucinda: Hi, dear. It's me. What a day. I'm still at the office. But I want to drop by on my way home. It's important, please? I hope you're still up. See ya.
Lily: I'm gonna go upstairs, put the covers over my head, turn off all the lights, and maybe my mother will think we're not home.
Holden: I'll tell you what --
Holden: Whoa. [Laughing] I will handle your mother, okay?
Holden: You go on upstairs. I'll deal with her once she gets here.
Lily: Are you sure?
Holden: Yeah, I was gonna wait up for Aaron, anyway.
Lily: Okay. Wake me if you hear anything about Rose.
Holden: I will.
Holden: I will.
Katie: I am so sorry. It's so late. I didn't wake everyone up, did I?
Holden: No, no, it's okay.
Katie: Is Lucinda here?
Holden: She just called. She said that she was on her way over here.
Katie: Oh, good. That means she's gonna be here. If I don't get some answers from that woman, I may never see my husband again.
Lucy: Are you sure your father didn't want to see you? After you came all this way?
Aaron: I thought your father was cool.
Alison: He used to be. But he's heading out of town with his new girlfriend. And the last thing he wants is some drive-by visitor, especially when the visitor is some screwed-up brat from a marriage he's trying to forget.
Aaron: So I don't wanna be rude. You know, and I'm sorry about your father. But we came to Chicago to drop you off. And Lucy and I -- I mean, we have plans.
Alison: The concert, I know. And I'm so sorry. I guess I could figure out another way to get back to Oakdale. I'm sure there's a bus or something.
Aaron: Do you have any money?
Lucy: How much, Alison?
Alison: Like ten bucks.
Aaron: Well, maybe you should just hang with us.
Alison: But then I'd ruin your night.
Lucy: What are we supposed to do, Alison? Leave you on the streets of Chicago?
Aaron: I'd take you back home, but we're already running late.
Alison: I -- I know. And -- and I'm really sorry. I feel really bad about all of this.
Lucy: The thing is -- if she stays with us, how are we gonna get three people in the door with only two tickets?
Craig: Another toast! If not to this crazy little thing called love, how about to our truce?
Jack: You know, why don't we lay off the booze until the women get back? It still may be a long night ahead.
Craig: They've been gone awhile. Maybe we should send in an extraction team?
Jack: Well, they seemed to be handling themselves well enough. And you and Rosanna seem to have gotten extremely close over the last 24 hours.
Craig: A man has to know when to cut his losses, move on.
Jack: So you're moving on? Is Rosanna helping you out with that?
Craig: Well, we do what we can.
Jack: You like keeping it in the family, don't you, Craig?
Craig: Jack, I never thought of that. How would that work? I would be your -- your brother-in-law.
Jack: God forbid.
Craig: Jack, Jack. Think of it. Bowling on Tuesday nights. Police Department picnics. You and me and Carly and Rosanna, big Sunday family dinners, huh? Huh? Huh?
Rosanna: We made love. He let me see a side of him that nobody's ever seen. It wasn't just sex.
Carly: And you were the greatest lover he's ever had.
Rosanna: No. Just better than you.
Carly: Oh, give me a break, Rosanna! Tell me, how does this whole tawdry scenario play out? You and Craig make mad, passionate whatever, and then he leaps out of bed with a scorecard? "9.2 for enthusiasm. 2.1, technical skill"?
Rosanna: Well, it's true -- I haven't had the enormous amount of practice that you've had when it comes to technique. But it's clear that Craig had never had an experience like the one we shared.
Carly: Really? Are we talking something tantric here? Life in all its majesty was magically revealed to Craig Montgomery after one roll in the sack with you?
Rosanna: Well, he touched me as if he knew me. Like I was all he'd ever wanted. He held my face in his hands. He said my name. And he never took his eyes off me. And after it was over, he admitted that I responded to him in a way that you never did. In a way that made him forget you completely.
Carly: Okay, so let me get this straight. You two have this karma sutra moment. And then, when all is said and done, I'm the one subject on everybody's mind? Well, if that's true, honey, it's pathetic. But see, I don't think it is true. I think you're lying.
Rosanna: Well, go ahead. Ask him yourself.
Carly: I don't have to ask Craig anything. You obviously made the entire thing up.
Rosanna: You don't look very convinced of that.
Carly: I don't know why you would sleep with Craig Montgomery. But let's just say that you did sleep with Craig Montgomery. It clearly makes you some kind of consolation prize. And that's sad that you don't see that.
Rosanna: That's interesting. You really, desperately need to believe that, don't you? Because you still have feelings for him.
Carly: I couldn't care less about him.
Rosanna: Then why stress about what he does, with whom? Why go to all the trouble of trying to insult me by saying that what we had couldn't possibly have been real? How's Jack handling it, by the way? The fact you're still obsessed with another man?
Carly: Craig Montgomery's obsessed with me, okay? It isn't the other way around. He could bed every woman in America, for all I care. The fact remains I am the one he grabbed last night. And after he grabbed me and kissed me like it's going out of style, he told me that he and I belong together.
Rosanna: That was before you pushed him away. And after you did that, something clicked. Then Jack decided to beat him senseless, and Craig had a small revelation.
Carly: I'll try to keep a straight face.
Rosanna: He's tired of you, Carly. And he wants to move on.
Carly: Oh, God. Come on, Rosanna! Don't you think that Craig has figured out this silly little cutthroat competition you've got going with me? Plus he wanted to get back at me for turning him down. It's classic, truly, the way he's using you. And in a very twisted, very French film sort of way, you guys belong together.
Rosanna: How can you be this jealous when you have Jack?
Carly: I guess you haven't been listening, because jealousy is not part of the equation.
Rosanna: Then why keep insisting that what happened between Craig and me had to be meaningless?
Carly: Do you -- do you really want me to say it? All right. I'll say it. Rosanna, there is no way in hell that any man in the world would ever say that you are better in bed than I am. There. I said it. You made me say it.
Rosanna: You seem to know every thought Craig might have had, every word he might have said, but you still won't go ask him this one little burning question.
Carly: I don't need to ask him, Rosanna. Even if Craig did whisper some sweet lies into your ear, it's probably just because you forced the issue. I can hear it now. The whining, the pouting. "Oh, Craig, was it good for you? Just tell me it was good for you. Tell me it was better than it was with Carly." I'll bet he ran from that bed like a cat from a bath.
Rosanna: Go ahead. You know, you just -- tell yourself whatever you want, whatever you have to believe. But I was there. Me. He held my face. I saw his eyes. He was being honest about his feelings, and it kills you. It just kills you that he wants me. That he cares about me. And that you don't have him wrapped around your little finger anymore.
Carly: Rosanna -- Craig tells you what any man would tell his mistress -- whatever she wants to hear. That's all there is to it.
Alison: You guys don't have to worry about me. I'll just sit in the car during the concert.
Aaron: The whole time?
Alison: Maybe I'll sneak into the auditorium once the concert starts. Or maybe find a scalper willing to take ten bucks for a ticket. But I'll be okay.
Lucy: You don't have to sound like the little match girl.
Alison: Oh, I'm sorry, Lucy. Is my father blowing me off too annoying for you to handle on your big date?
Aaron: Listen, this is -- this is all messed up. Okay? Let's just -- let's just go back home.
Aaron: We're not gonna have a good time here with Alison, knowing she's stuck outside.
Lucy: But we're supposed to be celebrating.
Aaron: Lucy, we're gonna have a lot of time to celebrate. I promise.
Lucy: Okay. You're probably right. We'll just -- go home.
Alison: Lucy, I can't apologize to you any more than I already have. If I can make it up to you, I'll -- whatever. I'll do whatever it takes. I'm just really, really sorry.
Katie: I didn't even know they sent telegrams anymore.
Holden: When did you get this?
Katie: Right before I came over here. I thought it was a joke. I mean, Simon wouldn't send me a telegram. I know it's hard to get a phone line out of Avanya, but he's done it before. I didn't know he'd be having to contact me by courier pigeon once he got this job.
Holden: Well, let's just hope that they can get out of that place in one piece.
Lucinda: Oh, hi, darling.
Lucinda: Has anybody in this house heard anything from Rose?
Holden: No, but -- Katie heard from Simon.
Lucinda: Oh! Hi, Katie. He contacted you? Did he -- has he connected with Rose?
Katie: No. I doubt it. I mean -- and he's in trouble of his own.
Lucinda: "Complications in Avanya. I need help. Come to the el Capitan Hotel as soon as possible"
He sent you this?
Lucinda: Why would he send you this? Why on earth would he send you this? This man is a supremely capable man. He doesn't cry for help.
Katie: Well, maybe he's never had to before. And instead of wondering why he sent me this stupid telegram, we should be figuring out what to do about it. And by the way, if anything happens to my husband, I'm holding you responsible.
Poker player #1: Well, as they say in the classics -- read 'em and weep, muchachos. Yeah. So -- anyone else wanna try and win their money back? 'Cause I could go all night.
"Simon": Well, well, well. You boys play a mean game of poker. So what say we mix it up a bit? Seven-card stud. Table stakes. Nothing wild -- apart from this lovely young lady, of course.
Poker player #2: You don't look as lucky as you did before, my friend. I'm in.
"Simon": You're a brave man. Your money's gonna be safe with me.
Poker player #3: Talk less and play more, mister. And don't get too cocky.
"Simon": Oh, come on, fellas. I'm just happy to be alive. Just happy to be alive.
Poker player #4: That can change quickly in Avanya.
"Simon": So I've heard. So I've heard.
Poker player #1: What is your business in town, Mr. Frazier?
"Simon": Apart from enjoying the hospitality of the local townsfolk? I'm here to find one of the most fantastic diamonds in the world.
Woman: I love diamonds.
[Faux Simon laughing]
"Simon": So I see, sweetie. So I see. But, hey, I tell you what -- don't hold your breath. 'Cause this one is all mine.
Lucinda: This ain't his style.
Holden: He would have called you if he were really in trouble.
Katie: I know, but I -- I don't care. I still have to go down there. I'm going down there. If he needs help, I'm going.
Holden: Katie, what are you gonna do? Go navigate a hostile international no-man's land all by yourself?
Katie: "No-man's land" doesn't mean "no-woman's" land. And I'm taking the chance --
Holden: Oh, come on.
Lucinda: Just a minute. Just a minute. No-man's land, no-women's land. I'm sorry.
[Lucinda sighs] I was hoping that it wouldn't come to this, but if it has to, fine. I'll go down and take care of it myself.
Holden: Wait a minute. Wait a minute. Neither one of you here have any experience with this sort of situation. You can't just throw yourself into the same mix with Rose and Paul and Simon.
Lucinda: Are you gonna go, darling? You have a pregnant wife and two little kids.
Holden: All I'm saying here is why don't you get some help? You know a lot of important people. Make a phone call. If we're gonna do this, let's be smart about it.
Lucinda: Yeah, darling. I was just about to do that. I do have friends in the State Department. I think I can get down there, and I think I can get back safely. Is that all right? Does that make you feel better? All right? Should we go ahead with this?
Katie: And make reservations for two. I'm not gonna let you go without -- I can't let you go without me. If something happens to Simon, I'm not letting him die alone.
Holden: Could we just stop all the talk about dying, Katie?
Katie: Fine, well, I'm going, though. If you don't take me with you, I'm gonna go by myself. I'll find some way -- you know I will --
Lucinda: Please! I beg of you, don't do that. Please! Don't do that! I will endeavor to have you included. You can come down with me. All right?
Katie: Thank you.
Lucinda: All right.
[Lucinda sighs] good evening. This is Lucinda Walsh calling, and I'd like to speak with Under-Secretary Bentley, please.
Katie: Someday I'm gonna be able to throw my name around like that.
Lucinda: Um -- oh, I'm desolated that he's at dinner. But I wouldn't have called if it wasn't important. Have you told him that it is Lucinda Walsh calling? Please do.
[Lucinda sighs] hey, pinky.
Alison: Well, you figured out how to get to Chicago. How come you can't figure out how to get back?
Aaron: Because they have the roads blocked off to redirect the concert traffic.
Lucy: And you were the one screaming, "there's the entrance to the expressway!"
Aaron: Going the wrong way.
Alison: I'm sorry. I was nervous. I thought it said "south."
Aaron: I can't find an entrance going the other way.
Lucy: I'm supposed to be home in like 45 minutes.
Alison: Mm, looks like someone's gonna miss that curfew.
Lucy: You're not helping.
Alison: Maybe you should just call your dad and tell him you're gonna be late.
Lucy: Why would I be late coming from your house? It's like 15 minutes away from the Lakeview.
Alison: I don't know. Be creative.
Lucy: I don't like lying to my dad.
Alison: Well, you already did it once just to get up here with Aaron. What's the big deal about doing it -- again?
Aaron: Your dad doesn't know you came to Chicago? That's -- that's nice. That's nice. Oh, my God. He doesn't like me before. Now -- now he's just gonna kill me.
Lucy: No, he didn't say no because of you. He just didn't want me going anywhere unsupervised.
Alison: Too bad. Lucy's in the big city without a chaperone. Whoo.
Aaron: Look, I -- I can't -- I'm not getting anywhere with this. I'm gonna go knock on someone's door and get directions.
Lucy: I'll go with you.
Alison: Should I?
Lucy: No! Stay here.
Alison: Hmm. Curfew stress. Gets 'em every time. You should really learn to break a few rules, Lucy. Here, let me help. I wonder if this is the key to -- ooh! These guys are pretty slippery. Ooh! Yikes. Too bad. Now we'll never get home.
Rosanna: You want to cast me as Craig's cheesy mistress? Go ahead. That's not how he sees me at all.
Carly: Well, fine, then. You can be the upscale mistress with the big fat checking account, if it makes you feel any better.
Rosanna: Maybe I'm a breath of fresh air. You ever consider that? Maybe he appreciates being with an emotionally mature woman for once.
Carly: No, that's not it. I'm sorry, but if it walks like a duck and quacks like a duck and hangs around in a garter belt and pantyhose and high heels, waiting for some man to finish business with the real woman in his life, then it's a mistress.
Rosanna: Oh, you're the real woman? Well, that'll be news to everybody, especially Jack.
Carly: You came to Oakdale wanting a fight. Well, you got one, sister.
Rosanna: I never should have tried to have an adult relationship with you. Never. I never should have tried to help you or reach out to you in any way. You are such a low-life, Carly. You always have been. You always will be. The only reason you're happy right now is because you've managed to drag me down to your level. Well, I'm gonna leave. Because you may be happy here, but I don't like it down in the muck.
Carly: You want adult?
Rosanna: Don't touch me!
Carly: You want an open communication? Fine. You got it. You are a spoiled brat, Rosanna. You are a liar, a schemer and a conniver. Because having all that money meant that you never had to be responsible for anything or anybody.
Rosanna: Except your son!
Carly: We both know you started that trust fund just so you could mess with me for the rest of my life.
Rosanna: You know, you're just upset because I have Craig and you don't. Well, I didn't steal him, darling. You threw him away. And now he's realized he's better off without you, and you can't stand it.
Carly: Craig's got a sweet deal. That's all. And the only price he has to pay is stroking your ego, telling you that you're better in bed than I am. Well, as I see it, that not only makes you a whore, Rosanna -- it makes you a really cheap whore.
Rosanna: You're such a slut.
Carly: Ow! Tramp!
Rosanna: So much!
Carly: You're going down, Rosanna.
Rosanna: Don't you -- ow! Ow! Get off of me! Get off of me! Ow! Stop it! I hate you! I hate you! Get off me!
Carly: Little girl!
Rosanna: Get off of me! Get off of me!
Jack: Girls, girls! Carly, Carly! Enough!
Craig: Can we call this a draw? Huh?
Jack: Can I let you go now, or do you want another shot at the title?
Carly: What kind of ambassador of mediation are you? Look at you. Your knuckles are still raw from your meeting you had with Craig.
Craig: Well, I think we have both learned that two fights don't make a right. You set it up with your left.
Carly: What did you guys do, kiss and make up while we've been away?
Jack: We did a little better than the two of you seem to have done. Rosanna, we're gonna have to take a rain check on that dinner.
Craig: Yeah, I think that's best.
Jack: Say bye-bye, slugger.
Craig: Carly -- my behavior last night was -- was unacceptable. I should never have taken liberties with you like that. It won't happen again.
Jack: See? We're all gonna try and play nice.
Rosanna: Did she scratch me?
Craig: No, but I think you did pretty well. When you're up to it, a brief recap would be nice.
Rosanna: Recap of what?
Craig: Well, how did things escalate to the point here where you have no recourse but to get physical?
Rosanna: You're gonna stand there and tell me that you have no idea what Carly and I were fighting about? You know, I'm gonna go -- back to my suite and order dinner for two. Unless you're not interested.
Craig: I'm interested. I -- I like a girl with claws.
Alison: What happened?
Aaron: I finally found somebody at home, told us how to get back on the expressway.
Alison: Finally, something goes right.
Aaron: Does anybody know where my keys are?
Lucy: Didn't you leave them in the car?
Aaron: That's what I thought. Do you have them?
Alison: Why would I have your dad's keys?
Aaron: Because I'm almost positive I left them in the ignition before I got out of the car.
Alison: Well, I wish you had. I wanted to listen to the radio. But when I went to turn the car on, they weren't there. I just assumed you took them with you.
Lucy: Could they have fallen out of your pocket?
Aaron: No way. I just traveled halfway across the country on a bike. I know how to hold onto my keys.
Lucy: Do you think you did something with them just before we got out of the car?
Aaron: I could have. I could have -- oh, God, this is great! I just lost the keys to my dad's car! You don't have them?
Lucy: No. Maybe they dropped out outside.
Alison: Whoo. Temper, temper.
Lucy: What do you expect, Alison? Holden trusted Aaron to drive up here. Is he supposed to act like it's no big deal if he can't find the keys?
Alison: I'm just saying, accidents happen.
Lucy: I'm going to be so -- if I don't get home soon. My dad's gonna ground me forever. And I'm never gonna be allowed to see Aaron again.
Alison: Bummer. Let me help you find them.
Lucinda: You and I both were cleared to go directly to Avanya tonight.
Katie: Oh, Lucinda, you are my idol. Thank you so much.
Lucinda: Yes, let's keep it that way, dear.
Lily: Hey, I heard voices. Mother? Katie?
Lucinda: Hi, sweetheart. You go on back to bed. Everything's okay.
Lily: Have you heard anything about Rose?
Holden: Katie got a telegram from Simon.
Lily: Is he okay?
Holden: Apparently not.
Lily: What's going on?
Lucinda: Well, we don't know, darling. And we're gonna find out. And I've just gotten help from my friends in Washington. I'm going down to Avanya, and Katie's coming with me --
Lily: Wait a minute! Wait a minute! That place is like the wild west down there. What are -- you cannot go down there by yourself.
Lucinda: Darling, I'll be back before you -- you wake up from your nap.
Lily: You don't even know what you're walking into.
Lucinda: Well, as a matter of fact, darling, I do. I know the place. I've been there before.
Katie: And you're just mentioning this now?
Lucinda: I didn't think it was important for you to know. It was ages ago.
Katie: Right. Well, that'll help. I'm gonna go pack and make arrangements for Snickers.
Lucinda: Snickers a Doberman pinscher, by chance?
Katie: No, my pet rabbit.
Lucinda: I'm going into a hostile bureaucracy with the mommy of a pet bunny called Snickers.
Katie: Well, since you know so much about Avanya, do you think that we'll be able to contact Simon to let him know we're coming?
Holden: I think it's best if you just keep quiet that you're going there. And keep a low profile until you get back on the plane back to the States.
Lucinda: Thank you, darling. I agree with you. Okay. Go back to bed. Everything's fine. Now, I might not be able to contact you exactly when I want to, but there will be a progress report. All right? Off we go. Come on. Let's get going. Sweetheart, I love you. And I love your sister. And I would defend your sister forever in public. But let me tell you something just ultra new tonight -- I do wish that girl would stay put and stop losing herself. Thanks.
Henry: Gin martini, dirty and dry. Can I get a cup of two fingers of quinine, too, while you're at it, will you? I'm not getting out of this festering bog with a nice case of malaria. Say, my good man, I'm looking for some old friends of mine -- a nice young couple.
Henry: Yes, very much so. The -- the man's a sort of college football quarterback-type, you know? The woman is -- is from New Jersey -- deep joisey. Need I say more?
Bartender: I haven't seen them, no.
Henry: Good. This is excellent. You -- you mix a great drink, amigo.
Bartender: Muchas gracias, amigo.
Henry: Listen, I'm -- I'm also looking for a Mr. Cooley -- Cooley. I don't know if you know which room he's staying in, possibly?
"Simon": Well, you do look shocked there, Henry. I've got something to tell you. Cooley's gone. Which means I'm in charge now, mate.
Alison: I always thought it was stupid before. But now I think people should have, like, those little reflector thingies on their keys.
Aaron: I'm sorry, was that supposed to be funny?
Alison: I'm just saying it would make it a lot easier to find.
Lucy: Where could they be? We've looked everywhere. Maybe you should call your dad, Aaron.
Aaron: Forget that.
Alison: It's not your fault you lost the keys. Accidents happen to everyone.
Aaron: Alison, don't you get it? It took a lot for my dad to let me take the car out of town. And now I gotta call him and tell him I did something stupid like this?
Lucy: It's -- it's almost midnight. Maybe we should call a garage. Maybe they could get us started?
Aaron: I already thought of that. Holden's got a kill switch on the car. They'll never be able to turn it over.
Alison: Why do you keep looking at me? I didn't lose the keys. What? I didn't!
Lucy: You know nothing about it?
Alison: I said I don't. Don't go trying to read my mind and searching for something that's not there, Lucy. I'm gonna be in just as much trouble as you are when I get home.
Lucy: You're so used to getting in trouble, you probably don't even care.
Alison: That's real nice.
Lucy: It's true.
Aaron: Okay! I'm gonna call the tow truck company and have them haul the car back to Oakdale.
Lucy: That's it?
Aaron: I can't think of anything else.
Alison: Better than spending the night in a car in Chicago.
Henry: Simon? What's happening? Hey, what -- what brings you to this wild and woolly part of the world? Wait, I read something about you Aussies. Now, don't you do that -- what's that called? It's a walkabout, isn't it? Is that what this?
"Simon": Are we really going to play it that way, Henry? Are we? Are we? I didn't think so. Now, I'm not here on vacation, and neither are you.
Henry: Funny thing is -- I am on vacation. And boy, oh, boy, what a bad idea. You know, I thought I'd learned my lesson after I'd been -- that time on the island with your lovely missus. But I just -- I can't -- can't resist the siren call of the tropics. So, speaking of the lovely missus, is Katie here?
"Simon": Henry? Henry, Henry -- now listen up. I'm only going to say this once. Don't treat me like an idiot. Are we clear?
Henry: Oh, sure. Sure.
"Simon": Good, good. Now, Rose D'Angelo and Paul Ryan?
Henry: Some of Oakdale's finest citizens.
"Simon": Where are they?
Henry: Oh, you really know a lot, don't you?
"Simon": I know everything.
Henry: That's a lot. That's a lot. Rose and I, we took some puddle jumper, and we landed in some God forsaken airport that's cut right out of the jungle. I mean, it was like a Quonset hut and an outhouse. I mean, they didn't even have like a rental car place.
"Simon": Whatever. Whatever, Henry. How did you end up here in the city?
Henry: We hitchhiked. Can you believe that? And then Paul caught up to us. And I decided it wasn't a good idea to stick around. So I disappeared at the first possible moment. But, listen, I don't know where they are, okay? So don't ask me.
"Simon": Fine. Fine. Where's the thing?
Henry: The thing? The thing?
"Simon": The paper. The document that you blackmailed Rose to get. The one that proves the Rose of Sharon diamond is legit.
Henry: Oh -- oh, the provenance? Listen, I don't know where that is. I believe that's -- that's my grocery list. Yeah, I didn't think so.
"Simon": Well, well, well, well. I think I might just have to hold onto this until we find Rose and Paul.
Henry: You know what? That thing is useless without the diamond.
"Simon": Ah, ah, ah-ah. Now we're talking. That was my next question.
Henry: Cooley has it. He didn't think it was a very good idea for us to have the rock and the provenance in the same place.
"Simon": Well, you see, Mr. Cooley had to leave the hotel in a bit of a rush. I don't think he had time to take the stone with him.
Henry: I doubt that very much. Hey, are you saying -- are you saying the diamond's still here?
"Simon": Shh, shh, shh. I'm the one asking the questions tonight, Henry.
Henry: How do you know what may or may not have happened to Cooley?
"Simon": Now, listen, that sounds like another question. You've finished your drink. Why don't you be smart for once and get the hell out of here before you run out of options?
Henry: Some sage advice.
Woman: Where'd you go? I was worried.
Henry: Good. Be careful, Simon. Things around here have a tendency to bite or sting. Ma'am.
Woman: I'm thirsty.
"Simon": Well, pleased to meet you, thirsty. I'm busy. Enjoy, boys.
Alison: Anyway, I just didn't want you to worry. I just feel like spending the night with Lucy at her dad's. We might go downstairs and scare up some desserts in the Lakeview kitchen, so don't bother calling. I'll see you in the morning. Bye.
Aaron: You lie much?
Aaron: You just covered a lot of bases.
Alison: Do I want to get caught? No. Do you?
Aaron: Do whatever you think you have to.
Alison: Just don't crumble if your dad answers the phone.
Lucy: This is so wrong. It's stupid. I got the machine.
Alison: Not too many details.
Lucy: Shh. Daddy? It's me. Of course, it's me. Who else would it be saying "daddy"? Yeah, um -- Alison and I want to watch a few more DVDs that she got, so I want to stay here tonight. I will see you first thing in the morning. Okay. Bye.
Aaron: Wow. If we weren't in deep before, we're definitely in it now.
Lucy: When's the tow truck getting here?
Aaron: Not for at least another hour.
Lucy: Great. The fun just keeps on coming.
Alison: I guess singing "99 bottles of beer on the wall" is a bad idea?
Lily: Any sign of Aaron?
Holden: No, but he's only a few minutes late. I'm not going to sweat anything yet.
Lily: You sound like you expect something to go wrong.
Holden: No, I'll just feel a lot better when I see his headlights turn into the driveway. That's all.
Lily: Maybe it's just me hoping that something isn't going wrong.
Holden: What do you mean? Don't tell me that those cramps are back.
Lily: It's really bad now. And there's some spotting. It's -- I called Dr. Samuels.
Holden: She wants us to come in to the hospital?
Lily: Yes. Now I am scared, Holden.
Holden: It's going to be fine. You're strong -- you're stronger than all of us. It's going to be fine.
Craig: You've been quiet.
Rosanna: Have I?
Craig: I thought maybe you'd like to talk about what happened with Carly.
Rosanna: What always happens between Carly and me.
Craig: I thought -- well, maybe there might have been something more.
Rosanna: This is going to sound ridiculous. And I know that I'm way past the age of even caring about something like this, but -- did you mean it when you said that I was a better lover than she was?
Craig: Or was I saying something I knew you wanted to hear? I told the truth.
Rosanna: So how'd it go with Jack?
Craig: I told him his relationship with Carly was safe from me.
Rosanna: And he believed you?
Craig: Not until I told him I had my sights set on someone else.
Rosanna: I like the sound of that. Even though I know I would be a fool to believe every word you say.
Craig: Baby -- baby -- but there was truth in that.
Rosanna: Truth, truth, or convenient in the moment truth?
Craig: What's the difference?
Rosanna: I think you should stay tonight, huh?
Craig: I -- I can't. I can't. Lucy's home.
Rosanna: Oh. This is nice, this father thing you're doing. I think it -- I think it suits you very well.
Craig: Yes, thank you. It makes me a better person. But I think there are no overnights without advanced reservation.
Rosanna: I can handle that. That's fine.
Craig: Good. Good night.
Rosanna: I just want -- you to know that I'm really starting to like you.
Jack: So, is this a new thing in our lives?
Jack: Weighty silences. All right, let's talk about it. What were you and Rosanna fighting about?
Carly: It's not even worth talking about, really. I've been waiting to punch that woman since she came back to town. And the opportunity presented itself. I won't make a habit of it. But things seemed pretty civil between you and Craig. Did you work something out?
Jack: He's probably gonna keep his distance for awhile. But he'll -- he'll creep back into our lives like an ingrown hair, and we will have to deal with him.
Carly: Meaning you will have to beat the tar out of him again?
Jack: No, meaning -- Craig is not going to mess with me anymore.
Carly: Oh, is that right, el macho?
Jack: Mucho, macho.
Carly: Craig is never going to think that you are more of a man than he is just because you beat him up.
Jack: Nah, guys are different. Someone's always gotta be the alpha male. Craig always used to think it was him. The other night, I showed him it was me. But he let me know that he's gonna keep barking and scratching until something gives.
Carly: And that's okay with you?
Jack: Let me tell you -- as long as I keep getting to do this -- for the rest of my life -- it doesn't matter.
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