ATWT Transcript Monday 7/8/02

As The World Turns Transcript Monday 7/8/02

Provided by Linda
Proofread by Ebele

Singer: On the coast of somewhere beautiful wind blowing through her hair

Molly: Stop it.

Singer: And I wish I was there, don't know how I'm gonna find her

[Music stops]

[Molly sobs]

Mike: Are you okay?

Molly: Don't ever do it again.

Margo: Oh! Hi, Gram.

Nancy: I didn't interrupt a nap, did I?

Margo: No. No, huh-uh.

Nancy: Kim told me that you haven't been feeling up to your get-ready-to-go self lately, so I decided to bring you some treasures from the Snyder picnic.

Margo: Oh, my goodness! Give it to me right now. These goodies are all mine. Tom just -- he took Casey to a cubbies game in Chicago.

Nancy: Without you? Oh, those chauvinists.

Margo: No, no, no, no, no. Don't you feel sorry for me. Huh-uh. Not for one minute. Me, I get to lounge in my home, and I get to choose whatever station I want on TV. I am in clover.

Nancy: Margo, you're also in pain, aren't you?

Margo: No. I'm fine. I'm fine. I'm just tired, gram.

Nancy: All day?

Margo: Well - it's from working about 80 days in a row at the station, but I'll be okay.

Nancy: I wonder.

Margo: What are you doing? Where are you going?

Nancy: I am going to call your father.

Margo: Don't. Gram, don't bother John. John's probably firing up the grill as we speak here. Whatever is going on with me, I'm sure it's nothing.

Nancy: Margo, your stiff upper lip attitude doesn't fool me at all. I hate to be blunt, darling, but you look terrible. Now don't you think we should find out what it's about?

Lisa: For someone who was weeping and wailing about hardly being able to keep a roof over her head, I'd say you were flush.

Brandy: Well, my mom took pity on me. She sent me a few bills to help me make rent.

Lisa: Your mom?

Brandy: Yeah.

Lisa: Yeah, well, you may think you can slip that hogwash right past Isaac, but not me, toots. Don't think for one minute I don't know where you got that money.

[Marshall sighs]

Marshall: Thanks for meeting me, Barbara. Your time is precious, I know, especially on a holiday. But we need every minute we can get to strategize.

Barbara: I have nothing but time on my hands. I'm hardly on anyone's guest lists these days.

Marshall: And you're not on anyone's prison list, either, so count your blessings.

Barbara: You are so sure of yourself.

Marshall: I am. And after today, you'll be as confident as I am.


Huck: Sorry to interrupt. I know I don't have an invite to this shindig.

Bob: Well, we're not the hosts, so we wouldn't know if you were a gate crasher.

Kim: Oh, my gosh. You're really soaking wet. Did you get caught in the rain, I guess?

Huck: Well, I was working my cornfield over there on the other side of Mrs. Snyder's pond when wham, quick as you can say "American harvester," that storm blew in.

Kim: Oh, well, Emma's up at the house with the children, but I'm sure she'd say that she wants you to stay until the rain lets up.

Huck: Well, if you think it'll be all right. My name's Huck -- Huck Stover. I farm about 200 acres, down the road apiece.

Bob: Well, I'm Bob Hughes. This is my wife, Kim. And I'm sure Kim is right. Emma would say, "make yourself at home, and have a happy fourth of July."

Huck: Oh, why, thank you. That's real neighborly of you.

[Bob chuckling]

Bob: Huck Stover? Where's Mark Twain when you really need him?

Rosanna: Hello. Mind if I join you, or is this a private matter?

Craig: Lily has apparently seen fit to invite Lucy's mother to Oakdale.

Rosanna: Oh. Well, that might not be a bad idea.

Huck: Howdy, y'all. I'm Huck Stover. I'm Ms. Snyder's neighbor. I got caught in that cloudburst, and this was the first place I come to that had itself a roof.

Holden: I'll tell you what, Huck, why don't you go help yourself to some food? It's right over there.

Huck: Oh, goody. Don't mind if I do.

Craig: So exactly what -- what did you say to Sierra?

Holden: Sierra's private calls to Lily are really none of your business, Craig.

Lily: I just thought that Lucy needed an adult to intercede on her behalf.

Craig: I'm the father here, Lily, not you. It's our family business, nobody else's.

Lily: What happens with Lucy is also Sierra's business.

Craig: I thought you had a little faith in my judgment. I guess I was wrong.

Rosanna: Well, you know, I'm sure Lucy, uh, is - is everyone's concern, and Lily was just trying to help.

Craig: No, she can't be objective about Lucy. And you go behind my back to plead Aaron's case after you find out about the mess he makes in Seattle?

Holden: All right, all right. Enough. You've said what you had to say. Now why don't you just get the hell out of here?

Carly: I cannot believe this. You think that Julia is out there somewhere, pregnant with your baby?

Jack: That's the main reason she came looking for me. She wanted me to pay by giving her a child.

Carly: But you told me she left town right after - how could you possibly know she's pregnant?

Jack: She sent me a package later, a positive result from a home pregnancy test.

Carly: And you just left that part out?! Details that important, Jack, people don't just forget!

Jack: Carly, you know how crazy Julia is. How - how could I be sure it was real?

Carly: What do you think she did? Do you think she stole a little stick with a plus sign on it from a random stranger, wrapped it up and mailed it to you?!

Jack: Whoa, whoa. Carly, where are you going?

Carly: I wanna go get my son. I don't really feel much like celebrating anymore.

Craig: I forbade Lucy to see Aaron.

Lily: Don't you think Sierra has the right to give her opinion?

Craig: After what Lucy knows about Aaron, I don't think she's gonna want to be within ten feet of him. And I'm not gonna change my mind.

Lily: Or give her mother the chance to put her two cents in.

Craig: I think Sierra will see my side of things, despite your help.

Lily: I only called Sierra because Lucy is her daughter, and she has the right to know what's going on from somebody that is objective.

Craig: Nothing will change. Lucy will be forbidden to see Aaron, and Sierra will see that I am a responsible parent.

Lily: You hope so.

Craig: I've been asked to leave.

Rosanna: Yes, well, uh - the Cabot won't start. I'll have to call a cab.

Nancy: Come in, John.

John: Thank you for having the presence of mind to call me, Nancy. If I'd waited for my daughter, I would be -

Margo: You know, John, you didn't have to change your plans for me. It's nothing. I told grams she shouldn't have bothered you.

Nancy: Look at her color, John. She's so pale.

Margo: Well, I'm always pale. I don't get out.

John: You wanna tell me what's going on here?

Margo: I just have been feeling really tired a lot lately.

John: I see. How long ago did that start?

Margo: Uh, a couple weeks ago - well, months ago. And I thought if I, you know, cut my hours at the station, I'd be fine, but no.

John: Any other symptoms?

Nancy: She's had pain, John. I could tell.

Margo: I - it's just, you're such a blabbermouth. That's the problem.

John: Pain? Where? Where?

Margo: It's just, you know, twinges every now and again in through here. Just -

John: Have you had the Hepatitis B vaccine?

Margo: Yeah, of course I have. It's departmental regulations.

John: Good, good, good, good, good. Say, you wouldn't by any chance be pregnant, would you?

Margo: Say, I did one of those at-home pregnancy in a box things, and it was negative.

John: Nausea?

Margo: No, no. Well, say what you will about our little town, the crazies and the criminals. We've still got doctors who make house calls.

Nancy: Exactly the reason I called him.

Margo: What's - what's that?

John: I want you to roll up -

Margo: What is that?!

John: Roll up your sleeve! I promise you, this is not gonna hurt! And if you're a really good girl, I'll give you a lollipop. How's that? Gin flavored.

[John laughs]

Margo: John, I'm so glad you're here.

Mike: I knew I should've tried a foxtrot. If you want, I could stand on top of the bar and announce that you don't know me.

Molly: No, you didn't embarrass me. It's - it's not that. It's okay.

Mike: It's obviously not okay. You are holding onto that plug tighter than a dance partner.

Molly: Maybe you should find somebody else to cheer up, 'cause I think I'm just a really tough sell today.

Mike: Whoa. I'll take care of that.

Molly: What's my last name, Mike?

Mike: We agreed, no last names.

Molly: Right, so I'm gonna pay for myself, okay, because - look, you've already done enough today.

Mike: Come on. I mean, obviously, I was - I was being a jerk somehow. I don't know what I did, but if I -

Molly: Stop, all right? It wasn't you. It's nothing you did. It's me, and I've been like this a lot lately. But it was really great talking to you, and you are a really nice guy.

Mike: Please. Please, don't go.

Molly: You've done your good deed, and now you're off the hook.

Mike: This isn't a "good deed." You're not a charity case. All right, I'm asking you to stick around for a while, for me.

Lisa: Don't think that it has escaped me that Isaac has suddenly switched beer distributors.

Brandy: Yeah?

Lisa: I'll bet it was on your recommendation.

Brandy: Right again. What's your point?

Lisa: You're getting a kickback, aren't you, babe?

Brandy: No way! I suggested we switch distributors 'cause it would save Isaac money. That's all!

Marshall: Excuse me for interrupting, Ms. Grimaldi, but Barbara Ryan has just joined me and would like to say hello.

Lisa: Well, of course. I'm watching you.

Brandy: Want a drink? We have red, white and blue margaritas today.

Marshall: What was all that about?

Brandy: Old eagle eyes just saw me counting the money you gave me.

Marshall: Rule number one - keep a low profile.

Brandy: I have been. She's not even supposed to be here. She's supposed to be at some stupid picnic. Come on. Nobody knows about the info I gave you on Jessica Griffin, do they? That's a good start, isn't it?

Marshall: A start, perhaps, but not nearly enough.

Jessica: Sorry. I knew city offices would be closed today, but I didn't think everybody's voice mail would be full.

Isaac: Well, that figures.

Bonnie: What are we gonna do about getting Isaac's liquor license renewed?

Jessica: I'll make some calls first thing in the morning.

Ben: Ah, see, not only are you beautiful, you're a lifesaver.

Isaac: I won't have a life worth saving if I don't get that license - no business life, anyway.

Bonnie: Well, you don't really need the club. You could always go back to Scotland.

Isaac: And do what?

Bonnie: Fish, golf, ride to hounds.

Isaac: Please, please, please help me get my liquor license.

[Ben laughs]

Holden: Would you mind if I told Aaron that you stuck up for him?

Lily: You know, well, just wait. I don't want him to get his hopes up about Lucy.

Holden: He could use getting his hopes up. He's crazy about that girl.

Lily: I know. Just remember - Sierra's gonna do what's best for Lucy, regardless of what Aaron wants, and I expect him to abide by what she says, even if that means no Lucy.

Abigail: Hey, Holden? What time are you going to New York tomorrow?

Lily: You - you're leaving?

Holden: I didn't get to that part yet.

Abigail: Oops. I'm so sorry.

Holden: But I'm not gonna go unless you feel like you can be completely comfortable here by yourself.

Lily: You're going to New York? What did I miss?

Holden: To find Molly.

Abigail: She's falling apart, Lily. Ever since Jake died, she's gotten more and more out of it, and now she's in New York, and I'm scared to death.

Lily: Oh, I'm so sorry. I didn't know. I didn't realize that. But take me with you, all right? I really, really want to find her.

Holden: Honey, I would, but Lily just got back from the hospital, and I would prefer it if you just stayed here with her, okay?

Lily: I really don't need anybody to stay. But you know, I think that Luke and Faith would love to have you.

Abigail: So - okay.

Holden: Thank you.

Abigail: Where are Luke and Faith, anyway?

Lily: They're playing board games with Emma at the house.

Abigail: I'm gonna go tell them to get ready for a giant slumber party.

Lily: You don't have to tell her to stay with me. It's okay if I -

Holden: I don't want Abigail going on that trip.

Lily: Why not?

Holden: From what I hear, Molly is in pretty bad shape. I don't know what I'm gonna be walking in on, and if it's bad, I don't want Abigail walking in on it, too.

Ray: What are you having?

Molly: Another ginger ale, please.

Mike: Good choice. Same for me. Thanks for staying.

Molly: Yeah, well, you know what? It's been a really long time since anybody had the nerve to ask me to do anything for them.

Mike: Why? Does everybody walk on egg shells around you?

Molly: Yeah, pretty much.

[Molly laughs] because I don't blame them. I mean, who can be themselves around somebody that's ready to burst into tears at any second? You know, I don't get why you wanted me to stick around.

Mike: Have you looked in a mirror lately?

Molly: No. No, I try to avoid all mirrors, because I am sure I look like hell.

Mike: Nope. You look like the exact opposite. I didn't want you to leave, not yet.

Molly: Why?

Mike: Remember I told you I finished that big construction job yesterday?

Molly: Yeah. What kind of job was that?

Mike: Beautiful, old four-story townhouse.

Molly: Like in the movies? Was there a panic room?

Mike: There was when we got done with it.

[Molly laughs]

Molly: That must've been fun.

Mike: You'd think. But in order to put that crazy room in, we had to rip out the original moldings -- parquet floors. Broke my heart.

Molly: Well, at least you have something you're passionate about.

Mike: I like construction. I appreciate craftsmanship, but it's not my passion. All I have to do is make sure the job gets done and that one of my guys is around if I feel like going for a beer after work. The days pass.

Molly: So do you have another project lined up?

Mike: Not yet. So yesterday, there I was, sipping my gloomy little beer, thinking about my gloomy little life. And I looked up, there you were.

Molly: There I was what?

Mike: Looking ten times sadder than I felt. I decided to withdraw money from the contest and declare you the undisputed champion. I said to myself, I said, "Mickey, on this particular day, God has seen fit to put the unhappiest person that you've ever seen right in your path." It had to be a sign.

Molly: Of what? That your next "fixer-upper" had just walked in the door?

Mike: That's right. "Cute and charming, but needs TLC. Bring hammer and plenty of tissue."

Molly: That is a really bad line.

Mike: You like that?

[Mike laughs]

Molly: It sounds like a project to me.

Mike: It didn't start out that way. I just - I was gonna buy you a cup of coffee and make that creep leave you alone.

Molly: But you stuck around, took me home.

Mike: Yeah, well, I can't really explain that. There's a little voice inside my head.

Molly: Said what?

Mike: Hold on.

Molly: To me?

Mike: Yep. It said that until you're ready to leave New York and go back to wherever, that I should hold onto you.

[Thunder roars]

Jack: You want to watch that monster truck video? All right, the tape's in the machine. All you have to do is press play. You know how to press play?

Parker: Yes.

Jack: Of course you do, 'cause you're a really smart boy. Gimme five. Afterwards, I'll put you on my shoulders, and we'll watch the fireworks. Popcorn too, okay?

Parker: Okay.

Jack: All right. Go ahead, buddy. You hardly said a word on the way home.

Carly: Well, Jack, what's to say when the only picture in my head is "still life with Julia and baby"?

Jack: No, that's Julia's life, Carly, not ours.

Carly: What, you're just gonna let an innocent child grow up in the clutches of that lunatic?

Jack: What? Didn't you hear me? Julia may not even be pregnant. That's one of the main reasons I didn't want to tell you.

Carly: Where did she get the damn stick, Jack?!

Jack: I don't know! Knowing Julia, she probably paid someone to - it doesn't mean anything.

Carly: You don't believe that. You think she's pregnant. You think that Julia is waddling around somewhere out there with knitting needles and four more months' worth of yarn.

Jack: Carly, this isn't your problem.

Carly: This is so totally my problem, Jack. Because if she is pregnant, we will be dealing with her for the rest of our lives.

Jack: No. No, we won't.

Carly: We're just gonna abandon your child to that crazy woman? No. We will be forever fighting for custody or - or dealing with her stupid mother's lawyers or being held at gunpoint!

Jack: You make it sound like there's nothing but misery in our future. I refuse to believe that.

Carly: Well, believe it, Jack, because if Julia is pregnant, then misery will be the gift that she keeps on giving.

Jack: Now I'm kicking myself for even telling you this. I should've kept my big mouth shut.

Carly: Welcome to my world, Jack. Like you always say, if we're gonna deal with this together, then we have to talk to each other.

Jack: Carly, I - I have a hard enough time thinking about what happened when I'm alone. What makes you think that I wanna chat about it with the woman I love?

Carly: Where is Julia?

Jack: I don't know.

Carly: Come on, Jack. The woman is criminally insane! She's an escapee! Are you trying to tell me that nobody is looking for her?

Jack: Yeah, well, I'm sure. She's on lists. But if she doesn't do anything else, the efforts from the FBI will be minimal, at best. I put some feelers out myself. Nothing's come back.

Carly: She'll come back. If she's pregnant, Jack, she will come back.

Jack: I wouldn't be too sure about that. She said she wanted to have a child so she could make it hate me.

Carly: How could you?

Jack: What?

Carly: How could you let this happen?!

Jack: What, do you think I'm proud of this?! You think this is the way I wanted to become a father?!

Carly: Don't - don't tell me that there wasn't anything you could've done! You are the man, aren't you, Jack?! Did you have to just sit there and let her - I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I shouldn't - I shouldn't have said that.

Jack: No. No, we're being honest, right? I bet you wanted to say that since you found out.

Carly: Oh, Jack. Jack, come on. Jack, please don't do that. Jack, please don't go. Jack?

Molly: You know, you don't have to make yourself my guardian angel.

Mike: I just like to make sure you're done walking the edge before we part company.

Molly: Well, I guess maybe I have been just looking for a reason to be careful again.

Mike: Well, I hope you find it -- soon. I mean that. The world would be a pretty depressing place without you in it.

Molly: Whatever this is, it -- it can't come to anything. You didn't have to do that.

Mike: You're more important.

Molly: Listen, I want you to understand something, Mike. The two of us, we're not gonna be two people bonding over tears.

Mike: I'm not trying to do --

Molly: Listen to me. My life is just not gonna have a happy, storybook ending -- not anymore.

Mike: I'm not looking for anything from you.

Molly: Except?

Mike: Maybe just your company till you're ready to leave town. That's it, I swear to God. Do you have room for somebody like that? Somebody just to talk to, share a soda with? No strings.

Molly: Just friends? For as long as I'm around? Okay. We can talk. We can share a soda. For as long as it's easy.

Mike: Deal.

[Thunder roars]

Craig: You told me half an hour ago the cab would be here any second.

Rosanna: You know, don't blame me because you got us kicked out of the party. You were supposed to wait in the car.

Craig: I would've waited in the car if your top had worked properly. Why did Lily have to go and call Sierra?

Rosanna: Well, they're sisters, for goodness sake. I'm sure they talk all the time.

Craig: You and Carly are sisters, too.

Rosanna: Well, I'm sure Lily and Sierra are more normal.

Craig: That's all right. I'll handle Sierra.

Rosanna: Did your marriage to Sierra end -- well, amicably?

Craig: Sierra and I will always have --

Rosanna: What? Will have what?

Craig: Nothing. Nothing. And anyway, there's been this distance between us ever since Bryant's accident.

Rosanna: Oh, really? Why? Does she blame you for it?

Craig: Well, she feels that since Bryant was here, and I was, that I -- I should've --

Rosanna: So in order to prove that you're a responsible parent, you come down extra hard on Lucy?

Craig: Sierra will understand that I am protecting our daughter, and she'll understand that I'm being a good parent.

Rosanna: So why are you so upset?

Craig: I'm not upset! Where's the cab?!

John: Yeah, CBC.

Tom: Not you had caught the ball.

John: And I wanna do a pregnancy test, too, shall we? Good. Bye-bye.

Tom: Hey, what's wrong?

John: I'm gonna run these bloods over to Memorial.

Casey: Hey, grandpa John. Great gran.

Nancy: Give me a hug, you great, big, tall, handsome man, you.

John: Hey, Casey, how'd you like to go for a ride? What do you say?

Tom: John?

John: Hello, Tom. I don't mean to ignore you, but it seems to me I haven't seen this guy since the last six inches or something. What do you say? Come on. You wanna go for a ride?

Casey: Uh --

Margo: It's okay. Go ahead. John and gram are just overreacting. They're being worrywarts. Everything's cool.

Nancy: The rain has stopped, so I think I'll go out and see to the picnic table and the grill.

Tom: Thanks. Are you gonna start talking?

Margo: Wow. All the drama around here, I guess it looks like I've been keeping something from you, huh?

Tom: Huh? Have you?

Margo: No more than I've been keeping from myself, I guess.

Tom: Are you sick?

Margo: I have - I just have been feeling so lousy lately.

Tom: Well, that's because you've been running yourself ragged lately.

Margo: Well, exactly what I told gram, but she insisted on calling John anyways, so --

Tom: Tell me something. I'm not sure if you remember. You remember when I found that pregnancy test over at Hal's, and you were trying your best to distract me? Was - was that yours?

Margo: It was mine.

Tom: Well, am I destined to be the over-the-hill father of an Eagle Scout?

Margo: You know, at this point, I'm really hoping that's what it is.

Lisa: Honey, look, I can only stay a minute, because I've got to talk to Isaac, and he's out at Emma's. And then I have to go over to Tom and Margo's.

Barbara: Is Tom barbecuing this year?

Lisa: Oh, no, not this year. And I've already been to one holiday picnic. I don't think I can take an encore.

Barbara: You know, when Hal and I were married, I would dread those family get-togethers. Of course, I never told him that.

Lisa: Oh, well, I think they're mostly for children anyway, don't you?

Barbara: I'll tell you something, Lisa -- I'd give anything right about now to be able to tote some plastic bowl of potato salad to someone else's picnic.

Lisa: Oh, well, you'll be doing that again, I'm sure. People will forget.

Barbara: Don't humor me. No one's gonna forget, not after the trial.

Lisa: Oh, honey, that isn't so. Look, once they find out the truth, people are going to realize that you just simply weren't yourself. James Steinbeck twisted you all around.

Barbara: You think they're gonna believe that?

Lisa: Oh, yes. I do.

Barbara: But what?

Lisa: Well, I just wish you -- I wish you weren't using that attorney that James Steinbeck hired. Honey, it doesn't look right.

Barbara: James didn't hire him. I did. And Marshall Travers knows exactly what he's doing.

Marshall: I didn't mean to abandon you. My phone call dragged on and on.

Barbara: That's okay. You're gonna stay, aren't you?

Lisa: No, I can't. I really have to catch Isaac before he leaves the Snyder farm. Keep your chin up.

Marshall: Yes, there's been a last-minute change. Lisa Grimaldi will be arriving at the Snyder farm shortly.

Barbara: What was all that about?

Marshall: Final touches on a project.

Barbara: What project?

Marshall: One that will keep you from spending the next 20 years in a women's penitentiary.

Brandy: What'll you have?

Jack: Beer, please.

Brandy: Uh-oh. I know that look. The lovers' quarrel frown. Want my advice?

Jack: Can I have a beer, please?

Brandy: Been busy since you busted up this place?

Jack: I didn't come here for a chat.

Brandy: My customers always want a chat. They tell me everything. They trust me.

Jack: Well, I'm a quiet kind of guy.

Brandy: You know what I think you should do? I think you should just walk through that door, tell her you're sorry and watch her welcome you with open arms. I'm sure your girlfriend is just getting too upset about something.

Jack: How would you know?

Brandy: 'Cause of the kind of guy you are. A woman knows she can trust you. She knows you're not gonna go fooling around behind her back, breaking hearts, getting another girl pregnant.

Marshall: My client would like a chardonnay, please. What did Jack Snyder have to say?

Brandy: Not much.

Marshall: He didn't seem too happy.

Brandy: Maybe his beer was warm.

Marshall: Brandy, Brandy, Brandy. You're gonna have to do a lot better than that if you wanna stay on my payroll.

Kim: Abigail? Honey, before we leave, I wanted to talk to you. Obviously, I have absolutely no idea when Molly's coming back, but Bob and I really would like to keep you company, okay?

Abigail: I think she's gonna be home soon.

Kim: Well, I certainly hope she is. But anyway, we would like to have you come and have dinner with us, and I thought I'd give you a call tomorrow. We'll check our dates and figure out a time.

Abigail: Sure, that sounds great.

Kim: And I did tell you I think that Chris is coming home. Remember that?

Abigail: Yes, I -- I remember.

Kim: In fact, I thought maybe he had called you himself to let you know.

Abigail: Uh, no, I haven't heard from him in a while.

Kim: Well, I'm sure you will hear from him once he comes home. Anyway, I'll call you tomorrow, and we'll agree on a time.

Abigail: Okay.

Kim: All right.

[Huck whistles]

Huck: It sure was neighborly of all y'all to include me in on your July fourth celebration. It made me feel real warm inside. And just to show my appreciation, I've got a little something for you!

Mike: So what are you gonna do now?

Molly: Oh, well, I think I'm gonna -- I'm gonna ask the bartender to recommend a really nice hotel. Nope. No, I know what you're gonna say, 'cause you're that kind of guy, but I need my own space.

Mike: That's cool. But I should probably get going anyway. Um, you'll be here tomorrow?

Molly: I don't want to make you any promises. Can we just let tomorrow take care of itself?

Mike: Sure.

Molly: Did I say thank you?

Mike: Happy independence day.

Molly: Hey, honey, I guess I missed you. You must've already left for the party at Emma's. Uh, I hope you're spending a lot of time with your dad. I just called because I just want you to know that I changed my plans. I -- I'm in New York. I decided not to go to France. But I don't want you to worry about me, okay? I'm fine, really. I -- I've just been really sad lately. And I didn't want to feel the sadness. Does that make any sense? You know, so I would have a glass of wine or something else, and I would feel a little less heartbroken. So I would have another glass and another one. But you know what I realized? The sadness came along anyway. So now I've decided to just look it square in the eye. That's right. Honey, I think you'd be really happy. It's all soda all the time. But I gotta be honest with ya'. It's a little like pushing a boulder uphill. But it's better this way. I'm better this way. Okay, I love you. I love you to beyond the heavens and back.

Carly: There you are. I was worried.

Jack: Sorry for taking off like that.

Carly: No, I'm -- I'm sorry, Jack. I shouldn't have pushed you to tell me what was on your mind and then turned around and nailed you for it.

Jack: You know, whatever happens, Carly, I -- I wanna make one thing clear. I did everything in my power to stop Julia -- everything. I would hate it if you didn't understand that.

Carly: I understand it. I was just scared and angry -- and not at you, at her. And I shouldn't have lashed out at you like that. I mean, when I came back from that spa looking like somebody's great-grandmother, you didn't bat an eye. You loved me. You believed in me. I blew it tonight, Jack, but I'm not gonna blow it again.

Jack: You know when you said that I didn't want to talk about what happened? You were right. I didn't. But I should have, and I'm -- I'm actually glad that we got it out.

Carly: Me, too. There shouldn't be any secrets between us.

Jack: I know. Come here. Now that's one less thing for Craig to hold over my head now, too.

Carly: Craig -- Craig knows about this?

Jack: Yeah, Julia made some crack about it in front of him. I'm sure he was just biding his time, waiting for the perfect moment to spring it on you, when you were most vulnerable.

Carly: Well, Craig doesn't matter. All that matters is you and me.

Parker: Jack?

Jack: Hey, buddy! Come here.

Carly: You see, Parker? I told you. I told you that the rain would stop, and Jack would be back in time for the fireworks.

Jack: Yes, I just had to go out and pick up some sparklers. You ever seen sparklers before? Beautiful sight. Beautiful. Almost as beautiful as your mom.

Holden: Excuse me, Mr. Stover --

Huck: Oh, please, just call me Huck.

Holden: Okay, Huck, what is it that you're doing exactly?

Huck: Just a little something to show my appreciation to everybody for all you've done.

Jessica: Something for all of us, why?

Huck: Let's just say I like fireworks. Happy independence day. It's a wonderful country, ain't it?

Lily: Okay, that was very strange. Uh, you know, maybe we should talk to Emma about Huck.

Isaac: Yeah, what -- what do we have here? Let's see. Oh, it's for you, Dr. Bob.

Bob: Mm-hmm.

Isaac: Kim. Jessica. And Lisa.

Lisa: It's a subpoena!

Kim: It's to be a witness for the defense at Barbara's trial?

Jessica: And mine came with a note. "Happy fourth of July, Marshall Travers."

Bonnie: I knew that man was a snake.

Kim: So what does this mean?

Jessica: It means I'm gonna wring his neck.

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