ATWT Transcript Thursday 7/25/02


As The World Turns Transcript Thursday 7/25/02

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Chris: You would not believe it. Turns out she's a model - tall, blonde, incredible body. I had to meet her, so I made my move. One thing led to another. All right, so I spent the night with this chick.

[Laughter] well, not the whole night.

Intern 1: Oh, of course not.

Chris: I had a final to take in four hours, and I'm a gentleman.

[Laughter]

[Intern clears throat]

Intern: Abigail -

Abigail: I hope I'm not interrupting.

Chris: How long have you been standing here?

Abigail: Long enough to have questions.

Intern 2: Aren't you gonna introduce us?

Chris: No. So what brings you by?

Abigail: I thought I'd cash in my rain check for our coffee date. Do you feel like getting a cup of joe at Java?

Chris: I thought you'd never ask.

Simon: I never actually thought I'd be happy to see that -- that simpering smile.

Henry: Oh, yeah. You smell awful.

[Henry laughs] you know, speaking of stink, your - your double, Donovan Curry, he has a little penchant for homicide. I don't know if you knew that. You can ask our old friend, Cooley if you have the stomach to dig him up.

Simon: Look, I know he's bad news.

Henry: Mm-hmm.

Simon: He was just in here. He took Joe with him.

Henry: Any idea where they went?

Simon: No, I don't. All I know is that Joe is sick, Henry. You've got to find him, get him to a hospital.

Henry: Yeah, we'll find him, we'll find him. But now that I've found you, um, how the heck do I get you out of here?

Simon: How's Katie?

Henry: Uh, she's furious, but she's fine.

Simon: That man, has he -- has he abused her at all?

Henry: Hmm?

Simon: Has he hurt her, Henry? Has he touched her?

Henry: What? Oh, you mean has he -- has he touched her?

Simon: You know what I mean, Henry.

Henry: Oh, dios mio. Man, I can't believe this. You're stuck in this Avanya hell-hole, and your evil doppelganger is wreaking havoc on us, and you're worried about whether Betty's been kissing Reggie? Let me tell you something you, Archie --

Simon: Listen up, jug head! You tell me right now. Has that counterfeit reject been doing anything improper with my wife?

"Simon": So, since I've got the old man, you have 24 hours to bring me the provenance and the diamond.

Rose: Or what?

"Simon": Or your pop comes to a slow and very painful end.

Katie: Oh, come on, that's ridiculous! We don't have the diamond. What, are we just supposed to go find it? We have no idea where it is!

"Simon": Then why are you still here then, huh? Go on. Off you go. Start looking.

Rose: What is your malfunction? We just told you, we don't have the diamond!

"Simon": My terms are non-negotiable. If you think I'm gonna change my mind or have an 11th-hour attack of conscience, you're wasting precious time. Now, if you want to see your father again, bring me what I want.

Paul: How do we know you'll hold up your end of the bargain? How do we know you even have Joe?

"Simon": Well, well, well. Finally someone's thinking. Good work, son. It's story time, kiddies. Gather 'round. A message from dear old pop. Sit, Rose. Sit! Good girl. You've been well-trained.

Joe: Rosie, bella bambina, don't give in to this joker. And Rosie --

don't you worry about me. I'm gonna be okay, no matter what they tell you.

Your old pop is gonna be just fine, and so are you.

Just do what you do right. I love ya,' cara mia.

I love you -

Rose: What did you do to him?! What did you do to him?!

"Simon": Oh! Finally we understand each other, huh? I've got something you want, and you've got something I want. Now, are we gonna make a deal?

Rose: You're killing him! You are killing my pop!

"Simon": I'm not killing him, Rose. You are.

Rosanna: Molly, it's Rosanna Cabot, as if you didn't know, calling for the millionth time. I really need to talk to you about Mike Kasnoff, so if you could just give me a call when you get this --

[Rosanna laughing] bags packed, ready to go, so I see.

Mike: Rosanna.

[Rosanna laughs] you look great. How you been? Are you here with someone?

Rosanna: No, I'm flying solo this afternoon.

Mike: Well, sit down. Have a drink with me.

Rosanna: I would love to. You know, I was -- I was hoping that I would see you. I heard this nasty rumor that you were in town, so I -- I came here to verify the information myself.

Mike: And here we are.

Rosanna: And there you go. Just passing through?

Mike: Something like that, yeah.

Rosanna: Well, my sources told me that your visit wasn't that, you know, successful. I'm sorry.

Mike: Are you Rosanna? 'Cause if I didn't know any better, I'd think you were one of those women who says one thing but means the other. You haven't become one of those women, have you, Rosanna?

Rosanna: Certainly not.

Mike: Right. But you are the well-informed type, who goes out of her way to gather intelligence, huh?

Rosanna: Oh, stop. You know, it's how small towns grapevines work. "Mike Kasnoff and some woman." No big deal.

Mike: Right, no big deal. Look, I know when we last left it was under unpleasant circumstances.

[Rosanna laughs]

Rosanna: That's a fabulous understatement.

Mike: I don't like to dwell in the past. You know, it's been a long time, so if it's all the same to you --

Rosanna: Oh, please, we don't -- we don't have to get into the past. There's a tiny, little thing that's bothering me.

Mike: What's that?

Rosanna: Were you really planning on -- leaving Oakdale without saying hello?

Marshall: I submit that this isn't even a trial. What's been perpetrated here by the district attorney is beneath the dignity of this court. As I've shown today, this whole escapade is nothing more than an act of revenge. And for that reason, I move that these proceedings be declared a mistrial.

[Murmuring]

Judge: Order! Order in the court!

[Gavel bangs] order!

Jessica: Your honor, I strongly object. The defense is grand-standing. If you have a question, ask it.

Marshall: Your honor, the prosecution has testified that there is a personal grudge against my client, which, combined with the egregious, arbitrary nature of the prosecution's case, can lead to only one conclusion - the only measure of justice my client will receive is if a mistrial is declared.

[Murmuring]

Jessica: Your honor --

Lily: The prosecution and the justice system is not on trial here! This woman sitting over here is on trial. If she goes free, if she does not pay for what she has done, where is the justice for these three women that have suffered?

Judge: Order! Sit down, or I'll be forced to remove you. And if there are any further outbursts in this courtroom, I will be forced to clear the courtroom.

Emily: It's gonna be okay. We will get justice. We will.

Barbara: Lock me away. Lock me away! Please, just get me out of here! Please, just take me away! I don't care what happens to me anymore! Just get me out of here! Lock me away!

Abigail: Well, it seems like the city life really agreed with you.

Chris: Hold on, that was just --

Abigail: I always wondered what Med school in New York City would be like. Late-night assignations with the long-legged models, you know, racing down Broadway in speeding taxis.

Chris: That was a rare event. Okay, I had my share of misspent evenings with all kinds of --

Abigail: Questionable ladies.

Chris: I worked my butt off in Med school. Top of my class. Here, call my parents. They'll tell you all about it.

Abigail: Well, maybe I can tell them about your bedside manners that you learned at Columbia, too.

Chris: On second thought -

[Abigail laughs]

Abigail: You turn into a big puppy when you defend yourself.

Chris: I'm not defending myself. I did nothing wrong. Despite that little speech you heard me give earlier, I -- I'm not some kind of player.

Abigail: I know, Chris.

Chris: Then, why do you keep pushing me away?

Abigail: I don't! Do -- do I?

Chris: Why'd you ask me out for coffee?

Abigail: Because I wanted to apologize for being a brat.

Katie: It'll be okay. We'll find that diamond, we'll find your father, we'll bring him home. He'll be fine.

Rose: He's gotta get to a hospital! He can't even see a doctor because this maniac will not tell us where he is!

"Simon": So give me the diamond, and you can do with him whatever you choose.

Paul: All right, you need a hostage, you take me. Let her father go free.

"Simon": No, that's okay. Hey, thanks for the heroics, though. But there's not much fight left in the old man, if you know what I mean. He's a lot easier to control. 24 hours.

Rose: What was that?! What are we supposed to do here?! I mean, we have no idea where the hell that diamond is!

Katie: Okay, we're just gonna turn this island upside down, we'll bribe the right people. It's okay. If Simon and I can make it through Malta, we can bring your father back.

Rose: I am not leaving here without my pop, you hear me?

Paul: Now you're talking.

Rose: If only dead men could talk.

Katie: Cooley must have hidden that diamond somewhere on this island. We'll just start throwing money around. We'll start with Desi, we'll get as much information as we can, and we'll find it. We'll take it to not-Simon, we'll find my Simon, and then we'll be done, okay?

Rose: This is killing me. I mean, my pop, he's holding on for dear life here, all because of this stupid rock that has brought me nothing but bad luck since I found out what it was worth. That guy is right. If anything happens to my pop, I'm gonna know that it's my fault.

Mike: You're upset 'cause I didn't call you? It has been seven years. I didn't -- I didn't know what to say.

Rosanna: Well, we always used to know what to say to each other. Funny how time can erode a perfectly lovely friendship. Waiter, um -- hello. I'd like a drink. A very tall glass of champagne for me, please, and another whatever my friend here is having. 'Cause this is a celebration, right? No need for recriminations or apologies. Let's focus on the present.

Mike: Good idea. You know, I was kind of surprised to hear that you came back to Oakdale.

Rosanna: Thank you.

Mike: I thought you would have devoted your life to being the jet-set CEO of Cabot Motors. Thanks.

Rosanna: Well, you know, I mean, Carly and Parker are here, and they needed me.

Mike: You and Carly still speak after everything that went down between the three of us?

Rosanna: No. Seven years is a long time, right? But no, Carly and I really don't speak. We scream and yell and hiss, and occasionally she sneers at me with that lip of hers. But we don't speak.

Mike: Some things never change. But now I know why you came back to town. Why'd you stick around?

Judge: Everyone, settle down!

[Gavel bangs] settle down! Order! Order! Bailiff, please remove the jury from the courtroom until this matter is resolved.

Marshall: Get control of yourself, Barbara. Your behavior is not helping your case.

Barbara: Do you have any idea what you are doing?

Marshall: I am trying to do my job.

Barbara: Is your job ruining my life? Is that what Steinbeck is paying you for? Is that what he wrote to you in all those letters?

Marshall: Enough! You hate me? Fine. Play it my way, and you'll hate me from the comfort of your own living room as a free woman. Your honor, I apologize for my client's reaction to the prosecution's underhanded tactics.

Jessica: Your honor, the defendant just requested she be locked away. That's tantamount to a confession.

Marshall: Your honor, it's obvious the prosecution is without conscience. Asking that a distraught victim's hysterical outburst be used against her? Have you no shame?

Jessica: I was just about to ask you the same thing.

[Gavel bangs]

Judge: That is enough, the both of you! I will take Mr. Travers' motion into consideration.

Jessica: But, your honor, --

Judge: We will take a 15-minute recess so that I can consider Mr. Travers' motion for a mistrial in peace.

Bailiff: All rise.

Bonnie: The unbeatable Marshall Travers. This is how you maintain your winning reputation? You're not a lawyer. You manipulate the law. You distort people, situations, everything just so that you can have your way. You're no better than the criminals you defend.

Jack: How are you holding up?

Carly: By the skin of my teeth.

Jack: You didn't have to jump up and defend me like that. You could have been charged with contempt of court in there.

Carly: Good. And get used to it, because you are mine to defend whenever I want.

Hal: I know you're angry about what I said up on the stand.

Emily: Well, I'm sure Barbara appreciated it. It must have been like a silent victory for her to realize you're still carrying a torch for her after all these years.

Hal: Emily, will you give me a break?

Emily: Why else wouldn't you want her to go to prison, Hal?

Hal: Lots of reasons.

Emily: And you know plenty of reasons why she should fry! In spite of all the nasty little tricks she and that one-man dream team of hers pulled, the fact remains that Barbara Ryan ordered James Steinbeck to destroy me and two other people! If she doesn't deserve to go to prison, then who the hell does?!

Simon: All right, so you're telling me she doesn't --

Henry: Yes, I'm telling you. What are you? What are you, crazy? Of course. She saw right through him! For some unfathomable reason, she's crazy about you, all right? I don't understand why. She adores you. She's memorized every part of you. So if she can't see through some impostor, who could?

Simon: All right.

Henry: All right. That's what makes her so irresistible. Now, if we are done with this installment of "Avanya confidential," let's get back into getting you out of here, okay? All right. How about the window? Can you - I don't know. Can you pull the bars out of the wall?

Simon: I've already tried that. The jailers cemented it stronger than ever, so now it's a no go.

Henry: Well, uh, I'm out of brilliant ideas, so good luck. Let me know how it works out.

Simon: Henry, if you walk out of this jail, you'd better run for your life, because I will hunt you down!

Henry: I'm only joking, old boor. I gotta tell you though, I am -- well, I'm in the dark here. I got nothing, so if you have any contributions --

Simon: What about Paul? Have you -- have you found Paul?

Henry: Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. He caught up with us yesterday. He's a little beaten and battered. I -- I think the Avanya welcoming committee found him.

[Simon sighs]

Simon: All right, look, uh -- go back to the el Capitan. Tell Rose that Joe is no longer here, but do not tell her how sick he is.

Henry: Yeah. That's not gonna work. Have you ever been the bearer of bad news to that woman?

Simon: After that, um, you're gonna have to get me some explosives.

Henry: I'm gonna what?

Simon: Yeah, you heard me.

Henry: Okay. Yeah, that's fine. I saw some dynamite laying around at the fiesta lounge. No problem, Simon.

Simon: Black market, Henry. Use your brain. They'll sell anything there. They'll sell their own mothers. Find some kids with some cherry bombs, whatever. Just bring back something that goes "bang." All right, you got it?

Henry: Okay, yeah, me savvy gi. Boom. Tnt make jail go boom. Okay.

[Simon laughs]

Simon: I'm counting on you, Henry. And I tell you what, it scares the hell out of me. Get out of here! Go!

Henry: All right.

Chris: You've never acted like a brat. And you have nothing to apologize for.

Abigail: I treated you like you were contagious, and I'm sorry. I guess I just forgot how important you were to me.

Chris: Was I?

Abigail: Yes. I was crazy about you. And then, everything fell apart. But now you're here again.

Chris: And you don't think we can be friends again?

Abigail: A lot has changed between us.

Chris: That doesn't mean the things that made us such good friends to begin with are any different. The thing is, you never judged me. Sometimes I'd look around, and the only person in my corner was you, even when I wrecked our relationship.

[Chris sighs] somehow you always found a way to forgive me and support me and encourage me. In fact, you're one of the reasons I'm finally doing something I care about, and I'll always be grateful for that.

Abigail: Wow, I did all that?

Chris: Yep. Your turn.

Rosanna: Well, since when do I need a reason to stick around in the town that I know and love? It's like my second home here.

Mike: You are smiling too much for this to be business-related. There's a man in your life, isn't there?

Rosanna: Well, I -- I guess you could say that we're involved.

Mike: Good for you. He's a local? Anyone I know?

Rosanna: Um, no, thankfully. The world isn't that small yet.

Mike: But he makes you happy.

Rosanna: We have our moments.

Mike: I've thought about you over the years. I always wondered if you found happiness with your Mr. Right.

Rosanna: What about you? Or has the untamed and untameable Mike Kasnoff left a trail of broken hearts in his wake?

Mike: You wouldn't believe me if I told you.

Rosanna: Oh, yeah? Try me.

Mike: I haven't had many serious relationships since you.

Rosanna: That's funny you should say that.

Mike: Actually, that's why I came to town, to -- to find Molly McKinnon. The first time I saw her, I could not take my eyes off of her. You know, and the first minute we talked, I was hooked. I don't know, we connected in a way that I have not felt for a long time.

Rosanna: Well, that's nice. I admire Molly. I mean, she looks pretty fabulous for somebody who's recently widowed, don't you think? You gotta be careful, though, you know? She's gonna grab on to anyone and anything within reach.

Mike: I can handle it, Rosanna, thank you. Molly and I know where we stand with each other.

Rosanna: This is why your bags are packed?

Mike: Try not to sound so pleased.

Rosanna: I'm not pleased. I want you to be happy. I do. And -- and with the right woman, and if that means that, you know, you're leaving town, that certainly doesn't make me pleased at all.

Mike: I'm due in the airport in about an hour.

Rosanna: Where are you going?

Mike: After New York, I don't know. Wherever I'm wanted -- for work.

Rosanna: You know, uh, I've often wondered what it would be like to see you again. I've envisioned a lot of scenarios in my head, but I never really imagined us being so --

Mike: Grown-up?

Rosanna: So civilized. So let's make a toast, shall we? To us. Still trying to find a place to belong. Still trying to live down the past. And apparently, still longing to fall in love again. What's the matter, don't you like my toast? Don't you want to fall in love again?

Mike: Ms. Cabot, if I didn't know you any better, I'd think you were trying to seduce me.

Rosanna: Seduce you?! Seduce you?!

[Rosanna laughs] this is a toast. Don't be so silly! No, of course not! I am making a toast to us finding happiness separately, apart. I mean, come on. Yes, hooray, we had lots of laughs together, but you know, there is life after Mike Kasnoff.

[Rosanna laughs]

Mike: Well, I'm glad to hear it.

Rosanna: So you know it's really bad luck to leave a toast untoasted. I'd really like to drink this, so can I -- can I say, "to us"? I'd like to say that without you, uh, misconstruing my innocent sentiments.

Mike: To us.

Rosanna: Thank you.

Mike: It was good seeing you, Rosanna. You know what? I wish you the best of luck with everything.

Rosanna: What are you doing? Why -- are you leaving so soon?

Mike: Time, tides, flights out of Oakdale wait for no one.

Rosanna: Well, don't -- take another flight. Take the flight after that -- unless you really, um, need to get away from me.

Mike: You know that's not true. I'd love to stay, but I -- I've got to go.

Rosanna: Then -- well, no. You should stay. You should stay and have another drink and catch up. You know, we barely got our feet wet.

Mike: What's the deal, Rosanna? What is this?

Rosanna: Uh, I don't know what you mean.

Mike: You're playing a little game here, and I don't like it.

Rosanna: Uh, we're having a drink. We're having a little, innocent drink.

Mike: Come on. You have been coy, you've been flirtatious, and you've been intriguing, all right? But this is not the way friends act -- sticking it to Molly, sticking it to me, trying to act like everything's cool when it isn't.

Rosanna: It isn't?

Mike: No. You know what? I let the past go a long time ago, and I hoped that you had, too. But it's obvious that you have something on your mind. I am a pretty busy guy. I don't have time for these little cat and mouse games. So whatever it is you have to say, let's go ahead and get it on the table right now and just say it.

Katie: This is not your fault, Rose. You can't blame yourself for things that are completely out of your control. Your dad's a tough guy. He's gonna get out of this just fine.

Rose: You think so? It's just that everything and thinking about me, who I am is -- is my pop, you know? He's the last of the D'Angelos. If he dies --

Katie: He's not gonna die, Rose.

Rose: If he dies, then part of me is going with him.

Lucinda: Dear --

Rose: The best part of me.

Lucinda: Desi's got a guard 24 hours a day on the safe just in case. Are you holding up?

Rose: Oh, yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah. I'm great. I want my pop.

Henry: What's a guy got to do to get a martini around here?

Rose: Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey! Did you find him?! Did you follow him out of here?! Where did he go?! Where did -- the guy, the other guy, the other Simon?!

Katie: Did he -- did he lead you to my Simon?

Lucinda: What about Joe?

Paul: Yeah, what about --

Henry: Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. One at a time here, please! Yes, yes, I followed the impostor all the way from El Diabolito to what can best be described as a jail, and that's where I found Simon.

Katie: Is he okay? Tell me. You've got to lead me to him. You've got to take me to him. He needs me.

Henry: No, no. I'll tell you what Simon needs, and it's not his hysterical little wife running wild in that jail, all right?

Katie: Did he leave a message for me?

Henry: Oh, yeah, two messages -- one for Rose, and one for Paul. Paul? Listen, Simon says, and I'm paraphrasing here, "get some dynamite, blow up the jail." He wants out.

Emily: You do believe Barbara deserves to go to prison, don't you?

Hal: Emily, she's my kids' mother.

Emily: That isn't what I asked!

Hal: Will is young. He's confused. Do you want me to send her to prison for the rest of her life? Do you have any idea what that kid has been through for the last couple of years?

Emily: Stop using Will as an excuse! It is so obvious you still have feelings for her.

Hal: Don't be ridiculous.

Emily: Mother of your children or not, she deserves to be treated like a common criminal.

Hal: All right, let's say you were in the hot seat. You could put Tom in prison for the rest of his life. How do you explain that to Daniel?

Emily: Simple. I'd explain to him all the rotten things his daddy did to deserve it!

Hal: I guess I don't have the taste for the jugular that you do.

Carly: Hey.

Emily: Can you believe their testimony, Hal and Jack?! I mean, why not just write the woman a love letter for Pete's sake? She could walk, Carly.

Carly: I hate what Jack said, but the way that crooked defense attorney asked the questions, he didn't have any other choice. He didn't lie. He owned up to what happened. That is the man I fell in love with. Emily, how can I get mad at him for telling the truth?

Emily: Will you listen to yourself? Barbara could go free!

Carly: And if she does, it won't be Jack's fault, and it won't be Hal's.

Emily: Then whose fault will it be, Carly? Who's gonna take responsibility for her crimes?

Bailiff: Ladies and gentlemen, the judge is ready to rule.

Chris: No more stalling. I want the truth.

Abigail: Okay. Well, if you were grateful that I could forgive, I was blown away by the way you made me feel -- secure.

Chris: Yeah?

Abigail: Yeah. I mean, I could tell you my secrets, and I'd just know that you wouldn't repeat them. I could cry on your shoulder, I could scream in your ear, I could act like the most immature person ever born, and you still made me feel protected. You made me feel invincible. I mean, I guess that's why I wanted you here when my life was spinning out of control.

Chris: Me, too. So I guess what we're saying is we're comfortable with each other, like a pair of old shoes.

Abigail: Or a cashmere sweater.

Chris: Done. Cashmere sweater. I made you feel like you could conquer the world, you made me feel like I could do no wrong. I guess the only question we have left to answer is, can we still count on each other for the same things?

Abigail: And do we want to?

Rosanna: I apologize. I do. Look, you know, we haven't seen each other in how long? I mean, this is just a case of nerves. You -- it's got to be natural that some old feelings might get stirred up again, right? Do you have any idea how much courage it took for me to come here and look for you? Honestly, part of me was really wishing that you'd already gone.

Mike: Finally, sincerity.

Rosanna: You know, when I saw you, I felt -- I just felt like somebody yanked me back a million years, you know?

Mike: I felt it, too.

Rosanna: Well, good. It feels so silly admitting something like that. It really does. Well --

Mike: Well?

Rosanna: Here we are, a couple of old lovers just haven't shared the same area code in forever, and here we are, fumbling around like a couple of kids. I wonder what it means?

Mike: It can't really mean anything, 'cause you're involved with someone, aren't you?

Rosanna: And if I weren't involved with someone?

Judge: While I do not find that there is any evidence that the district attorney acted with malice in bringing these charges against Barbara Ryan, the court does find that she showed less than prudent judgment in not recusing herself from this case. Therefore, I am left with no choice but to grant Mr. Travers' motion and declare these proceedings a mistrial.

[Murmuring]

[gavel bangs]

Carly: I don't believe this!

Lily: This can't be happening. They can't be letting Barbara go free.

Emily: Someone has to do something. This is wrong. This is wrong. How can this be happening?! Barbara Ryan wanted us dead. She --

[gavel bangs] she didn't care. She took us away from our families, our -- our lives.

[Gavel bangs] she didn't care if we lived or died. How can -- how can this be happening?! Oh!

[Gavel bangs]

Abigail: Do I still need you as a friend?

Chris: I asked first. Enough stalling.

Abigail: I guess you can never really have too many friends.

Chris: Encouraging.

Abigail: And we were pretty good friends.

Chris: The best.

Abigail: And in this temporary, disposable society, if you find something that works -- a pretty great friendship -- then you shouldn't really throw that away.

Chris: Great minds think alike. Oh, Abigail, I'll never hurt you. I'll never push you away if you need me. And if I'm ever dumb enough to let you fade out of my life, then remind me of this moment. Hunt me down, hurt me, 'cause I never want to lose you again.

Henry: Now, I don't know where in this God-forsaken banana republic we're supposed to find explosives, but --

Paul: All right. There's -- there's a motor pool here. There's got to be some gasoline somewhere on the premises.

Henry: You can make explosives? Oh, young Mr. Steinbeck, I do not want to know.

Paul: All right, Rose, Lucinda, start a search of this place. I want every room checked, every inch of this place checked. I'll talk to Desi, see if he can get his hands on some materials that can blow Simon out of jail, all right?

Lucinda: You go to housekeeping, look for ammonia. I'll go to the garden shed, look for fertilizer.

Paul: Okay.

Lucinda: Are you ready?

Rose: All right. Um, are you okay?

Katie: Yeah. We're both gonna be okay.

Rose: Come on, come on. Go.

Paul: All right, be careful.

Katie: Henry, what was Simon's message for me?

Henry: He's fine.

Katie: The truth?

Henry: That is the truth.

Katie: You swear on your life?!

Henry: Yeah. He's healthy and strong, and the first thing he asked about was you.

Katie: Really?

Henry: Mm-hmm. I have the bruises to prove it.

Katie: Thank you, Henry.

Henry: Yeah, I'd better help them find that diamond.

Paul: Hey, Katie, we're gonna get Simon out of that prison, all right? Simon, Joe, diamond, home, okay? It's all gonna happen, all right?

Katie: Simon, Joe, diamond, home.

Paul: You got it.

Katie: Thank you. Simon, Joe, diamond, home. Simon, Joe, diamond, home. Simon.

Mike: Are you saying that you would dump the guy that you're involved with to be with me?

Rosanna: Did I say that?

Mike: Sort of what I heard.

Rosanna: And your response would be?

Mike: We haven't seen each other in years, and an hour after we run into each other, you're talking about getting back together again? Either I'm more irresistible than I thought, or you've had a little too much champagne.

Rosanna: Now who's being coy?

Mike: Just curious.

Rosanna: All I'm saying, Mike, is that you should stay, you know, see what's new in Oakdale, home of the home-cooked meal. Catch up with old friends, make some new ones.

Mike: I don't know.

Rosanna: You wouldn't want to break my heart again. That would be too cruel.

Mike: It's a tempting offer.

Rosanna: One that you shouldn't refuse. There's no strings, you know, no expectations, so when you decide to stick around, give me a call.

Mike: And if I don't?

Rosanna: And if you don't, you can go to hell, Mike.

Judge: This case is dismissed.

[Gavel bangs]

Bailiff: All rise.

Bonnie: Mom --

Jessica: It's all right, sweetheart.

Bonnie: On what planet? This was robbery. He's the one who should be on trial. He's the thief. He's just stolen any chance those women have of getting any justice.

Jessica: Come on.

Marshall: Congratulations, Barbara. You're a free woman.

Barbara: Jessica could decide to retry it, couldn't she?

Marshall: She wouldn't take that chance. She knows what she's up against now. I realize this has been very difficult for you. I promised I would present the best case for the defense, and that's exactly what I did. I can't pretend it will be easy for you to rebuild your life from here, but you've survived challenges that would bring other women to their knees. I wish you all the luck on this one. Take care of yourself.

Emily: I thought the worst that could happen was Barbara would get a sentence that was too easy. Never in a million years did I think she would walk.

Carly: Just remember one thing, okay? She didn't win, and you know why? We're here, Emily, and everything that woman tried to take from us, we still have.

Emily: Carly, open your eyes. The woman is free.

Carly: Look at her. Does that woman look free to you? Living well really is the best revenge. You're living in her old house. You're about to marry her ex-husband, who adores you. Her youngest son thinks you hung the moon. That's your life, em. Enjoy it.

Emily: I can't.

Carly: There is a beautiful man over there waiting to take you home to take care of you. Let him. I'll talk to you soon.

Barbara: So Carly, here we are, all alone, no witnesses. Come on, give me your best shot. I'm sorry. I'm sorry for all of it, and I know you've been waiting months for this moment. But there's nothing that you could say or do to me that I haven't already thought of myself.

Carly: I'm happy that Will doesn't have to grow up without a mother. He's a good kid. He deserves a good mother. I hope somehow you can find some way to be that for him. It is difficult to be a good parent, to do the right thing. I should know, because it is taking everything in me right now not to knock you into that jury box, and it took every bit of willpower that Emily has not to rip your eyes out. But we love our children. That makes us better people. It absolutely makes us better than you. You created all of this so you could have Hal, so you could have Paul all to yourself, so you could be the undisputed ruler of the fashion world. Look around you. No Hal, no Paul, no Jennifer, no family, no friends. And that is probably the worst prison, the worst punishment that anyone could ever have, and it's exactly what you deserve.

(Slow snare drum cadence playing)

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