ATWT Transcript Tuesday 10/08/02


As The World Turns Transcript Tuesday 10/8/02

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Carly: That's what I think about you and your Monte Carly designs, whatever you wanted to call this enterprise.

Craig: That was a very expensive sign.

Carly: Then take it out of my first paycheck, Craig.

Craig: All right, fine, you don't like my suggestion for our company. I take it you have some suggestions of your own?

Carly: I do, indeed. It's the simplest solution around. It's worked for designers for centuries. Ralph Lauren didn't name his company after himself and his C.O.O., did he? No, he named it Ralph Lauren! Calvin Klein didn't name his company Calvin Klein, Dewey, Cheatum and Howe. He named it Calvin Klein. And now that I'm playing with the big boys, there's only one thing to name this company -- Carly Tenney -- period.

Rosanna: Jack -- how good to see you.

Jack: Hey, Rosanna.

Rosanna: Have you come here to bury Jessica or to praise her?

Jack: Jessica Griffin was one hell of D.A. anybody with half a brain would be sad to see her go.

Rosanna: Speaking of half a brain, will Carly be joining you?

Jack: Yeah, that's the plan.

Rosanna: Well, you'd better plan on her being late. She and Craig are in a meeting or whatever. But I'm sure she told you all about that?

Jack: Yes, yes. She's gonna meet me here as soon as they're finished at the Lakeview.

Rosanna: The Lakeview? Is that what she told you? They're not at the Lakeview. Oh, dear -- I'd hate to think Carly's lying to you already.

Kim: Well, I just hope Jessica gets here soon. I've got a meeting at the studio in a little while.

Bob: What time are you due back at the hospital, son?

Chris: I gotta a few minutes to burn. Know that blonde over there?

Kim: Of course. That's Rosanna Cabot. Why?

Chris: She introduced herself the other night. She offered to build me a Pediatric ICU.

Bob: Really? Why didn't you mention this before?

Chris: Because she wanted something in return.

Kim: I'll bet. What was it?

Chris: Information on the anonymous donor to the burn unit.

Bob: Now that's a bribe if I've ever heard one.

Kim: It takes your breathe away. Actually, you know, I think maybe Rosanna and Craig deserve one another.

Chris: She's waiting for an answer. How do you guys think I should handle this?

Bonnie: What's everyone doing here?

Isaac: This was supposed to be Jessica's victory party.

Bonnie: So, what, they've all come to give her their last respects? No. Call the last call and tell them all to go home. It's over.

Isaac: Did Paul come up with anything on that videotape?

Bonnie: He said it was a bust, and that we have absolutely nothing on Marshall Travers. I can't believe this. He won. He really won.

Ben: So let's just put our cards on the table. The election's over. You were handed the district attorney's office, and I want to know why. What do you have on Jessica that forced her to drop out of the race?

Marshall: I must be misunderstanding something. It sounds to me like you're accusing me of blackmailing my opponent. Dr. Harris, I might be guilty of many things, but --

Jessica: Ben, Ben -- Ben, wait, you're way off base here.

Ben: Then give me some straight answers here, and not the spin job you're feeding the Press. I want the truth. You conceded before the election was even over. You gave up your job -- a job that you love -- to a man you say you can't stand. And I want to know why.

Aaron: Hey, come in.

Lucy: I was going crazy the whole ride over here. You know I love surprises.

Aaron: And I know you hate to wait.

Lucy: Well, then stop torturing me. What is it? Tell me before I scream!

Aaron: And wake up the whole house? Are you trying to get me kicked out my first day here?

Lucy: What? Holden asked you to stick around and help with the kids for a few days?

Aaron: Something like that. Actually, I'll be helping out a lot around here.

Lucy: Well, that's great. My grandmother lives just down the street and over the hill. So, with a pair of her old opera glasses, I can probably see all the way over here.

Aaron: Do you think you'll be able to see my room from your room?

Lucy: Your room? Wait, you're moving in here? This house?

Aaron: Holden just asked me to move in. Totally blew my mind.

Lucy: That's the best news!

Aaron: So you think you'll take a guy like me being your neighbor? I can't believe this -- I'm finally dating the girl next door.

Lucy: Aaron, do you know what this means? That everybody finally sees you the way I do. Now, everybody will know the truth.

Abigail: Aaron said he wanted to be a hero, so he could stay in Oakdale and be part of the family.

Hal: Got his wish, too, didn't he? At least for a little while. Do you think Aaron started that fire just so he could save those kids?

Abigail: No! I confronted Aaron about it earlier, he denied it.

Hal: You don't expect an arsonist to admit starting a fire?

Abigail: Aaron is not an arsonist! I know him!

Hal: Really? For how long, Abigail? A few months, while he's living all the way out there in Luther's corners? What could you possibly know about him in that amount of time?

Abigail: I know that he's crazy about his little brother, and that he'd never do anything to hurt Luke or Will!

Hal: Good point. Very good point. But what if -- what if he didn't know they were in there?

What if Aaron started that fire just so he could be the big hero who put it out? Hmm? He thought he could keep it small, thought the barn was empty, right? Until he heard the boys inside screaming. Now, instead of just saving the barn, he gets to save two kids' lives.

Abigail: You don't know Aaron. If you did, you'd know he would never do anything like that.

Hal: You already said Aaron admitted he'd have to be a super hero to stop Holden from sending him back to Seattle.

Abigail: It was just a casual remark. He didn't mean anything by it.

Hal: That barn was torched, Abigail, set ablaze on purpose. And Aaron is the only one with a motive. He had a barn full of flammables, tinder, and a book of matches from Seattle.

Abigail: That doesn't prove anything.

Hal: It's a damn good place to start. On an impulse, he lights a match, sets the barn on fire. Then he hears the kids inside screaming. Next impulse, he runs inside, and he saves the kids.

Abigail: You've taken everything I've said and you've twisted it around. Yes, he's impulsive, but he's not destructive! All Aaron's ever done is save lives. From the first couple weeks he came to town, he saved me from Mary, who was trying to hurt me. He's helped the Police before --

Hal: Before he was about to be sent away from his family. The only problem is, Aaron's impulse came too late for Will. My son is in a coma.

Abigail: Listen, I am sorry about that. But it's not Aaron's fault. He pulled Will out of the flames. I don't believe this. Your whole scenario -- it couldn't have happened.

Hal: If you don't believe it, if you think Aaron is so innocent, why did you confront him about the fire?

Jessica: Marshall, would you give us a few minutes?

Marshall: As you wish.

Ben: Jessica, this is me. There's nothing you can't tell me.

Jessica: I know.

Ben: Is Traverse threatening you or Bonnie? You have to tell me. I can help you.

Jessica: Ben, no. It's nothing like that. I promise you.

Ben: Then why were you in such a rush to concede?

Jessica: Did you see those exit polls? I was trailing in every precinct!

Ben: Jessica, you've always had strong support from the working class. There's thousands of people who haven't even made it to the polls yet because they're just getting off their jobs. And you told them "don't bother." I don't get that!

Jessica: I couldn't stand it anymore! The waiting, the questions, the smile -- I just wanted this whole day to be over with.

Ben: That doesn't even make sense. You wanted this job. You loved being the D.A. I asked you to pull out of this race weeks ago. You remember what you told me? You said, "all it takes for evil to triumph is for good men and women to do nothing." You said, "those are words that you live by." So how can you just hand that man the district attorney's office/

Jessica: I made the right decision, Ben.

Ben: Because, what? Because Traverse threatened to go public with what he has on you?

Jessica: What could he possibly have on me?

Ben: The fact that you're seeing a man -- you're having an affair with a man that you have no business being involved with.

Jessica: What are you talking about?

Ben: Jessica, stop lying to me! I want to know where you really were last night.

Craig: You want to call the company Carly Tenney?

Carly: Yeah, Carly Tenney. My designs, my name.

Craig: Well, I'm sure it's a real fine handle back in bum's butt, or wherever you hail from, but where's the magic, the creativity, the pizzazz?

Carly: In the designs. It's a perfectly good name.

Craig: You're rejecting Monte Carlo, which conjures up images of azure blue seas, five-star hotels, tuxedoed croupiers, tanned heiresses adorned with priceless jewels, for Carly Tenney?

Carly: You're smarter than you look.

Craig: Carly Tenney -- Carly Tenney. Well, I suppose you could corner the market in mobile homes.

Carly: Don't you insult me!

Craig: Come on down to Carly Tenney, great deals on double-wides!

Carly: Well, excuse me, Mr. Blue blood. You never minded my humble beginnings when you were trying to get me in the sack!

Craig: That's because I'm result-oriented. But this isn't personal. I've got a business and an image to protect.

Carly: Your image? Your image as what, a crook or as Rosanna Cabot's toy boy?

Craig: Without my boyish charm, there wouldn't even be a company.

Carly: So I'm supposed to share billing with a guy who slept his way to the top?

Craig: Well, all right, let's call it Mrs. Jack Snyder and specialize in smocks!

Carly: Without me, you wouldn't have a smock to sit in!

Craig: Without me, you'd still be baking cookies for the Milltown PTA.

Carly: I'm not changing my mind.

Craig: You expect me to?

Carly: Oh, swell. One week in business, and I already wish we weren't.

Rosanna: My, my -- time sure creeps along when you're kept waiting for someone, doesn't it? Perhaps this is Carly being fashionably late. Don't worry, I'm sure her meeting with Craig is just taking longer than expected.

Jack: If you're trying to get under my skin, Rosanna, it ain't gonna work.

Rosanna: My, my, you've certainly changed our tune since the day you begged me to stop Craig from going into business with Carly.

Jack: Hey, I never beg.

Rosanna: An impressive imitation.

Jack: Life's too short to worry about things that you can't control.

Rosanna: Well, I've spent too many years not fighting for what I wanted.

Jack: I see. So now you're throwing down the gauntlet?

Chris: Hey, detective.

Jack: Chris, I heard you were back in town.

Chris: How are you doing?

Rosanna: Hello.

Chris: Rosanna, can I have a minute?

Rosanna: Oh, of course. You don't mind?

Jack: Oh, no, please, take her away.

Bob: Here we go.

Kim: Are you worried about being a bad influence on our son?

Bob: Not for one minute.

Rosanna: You're absolutely certain about this?

Chris: I saw a copy of the canceled check in my dad's office.

Rosanna: And it was made out to the Oakdale Memorial Burn unit fund?

Chris: Yeah. And the name on the check was Craig Montgomery.

Isaac: You mean to tell me, with all the surveillance equipment that Paul set up in Travers' secret hideaway, he got nothing?

Bonnie: Paul was even more bummed out than I was. And since he's been arrested, he can't go anywhere near Marshall. Is this nightmare ever gonna end?

Tom: Guys!

[All taking at once]

Margo: People! People, people, people!

Tom: She keeps accusing me of keeping her bedridden.

Kim: Ah, well, it's all for your own good.

Tom: Ah! Did you hear that? She said it, not me.

Margo: No, no, no. Being out around real live people, that's what's good for me.

Bob: Are you sure you're up for this?

Tom: Oh, you know the redhead, she'll do anything for her friends.

Margo: Come on. Jessica needs all of her friends around here. There's no place else I would be.

Lisa: Well, what is this nonsense I heard about Jessica conceding the election to that snake in the grass? I want to hear her side of the story.

Chris: It's time for me to go.

Kim: Oh, honey, okay. Excuse us.

Tom: Sure.

Bob: Did Rosanna take the bait?

Chris: She took it and ran. She seemed pretty ticked off.

Bob: Well, that's what she gets for sticking her nose in other people's business.

Kim: It also might make her question what she's doing with Craig.

Chris: Well, I've gotta run. I'll see you guys tomorrow or the next day.

Bob: Oh, the romantic life of an intern. Mission accomplished.

Jack: Oh, leaving so soon, are you?

Rosanna: Yes. Something came up.

Jack: Well, I do hope everything's all right.

Rosanna: If it isn't, somebody has a lot of explaining to do.

Tom: Come on, just sit down, please. Just sit down.

Margo: All right. All right. All right. All right.

Tom: Can I get you anything?

Margo: Yeah. Yeah, I'm thirsty. Maybe you can get me, say, the biggest flute of champagne ever.

Tom: Perfect. Tomato juice on the way. I'll be right back.

Margo: Uh-huh.

Paul: I got your message.

Margo: Yeah. Well, Hal thought he was giving me just busy work when he told me to track down James Steinbeck in the privacy of my own home. But guess what? I did it. I found him. I found your father, Paul.

Jessica: So, what, you're checking up on me now, Ben?

Ben: Yeah. And I found out that you weren't at Al's last night like you told me.

Jessica: This is starting to feel like an interrogation.

Ben: Well, I'm sorry. But I need to know the truth. I keep feeling this distance between us, Jessica. You keep shutting me off. If there is another man in your life -- just tell me.

Jessica: All right. I did lie about last night. But not for the reasons you're imagining.

Ben: Then why?

Jessica: It's the -- the constant pressure. All the attention from the Press, from friends, family, strangers -- I just -- I just needed to get out of here, Ben. I just needed to get away. So I got in the car and I -- I just drove. I don't know where I was going. I just drove and -- I ended up in Chicago. So I went to the lakefront, and I parked the car. And I just walked and for a while and thought about things. Next thing I knew, the sun had come up.

Ben: You couldn't come to me? Talk this through with me?

Jessica: You were operating on Will Munson most of the night. You had enough on your mind. And I just really needed to get away from the people who cared about me and who had an investment in me winning this election. I needed to think about what I really wanted. And I remembered what I told myself the day I took the D.A.'s job.

Ben: What was that?

Jessica: The minute that I no longer enjoyed the work, it was time to go. It's time to go, Ben. You know, I -- I said that if I didn't win overwhelmingly, then I just didn't want the job.

Ben: You couldn't tell me that?

Jessica: Ben, when you were operating on Will last night, did you ever hit a difficult part where you just wanted to throw down your scalpel and walk away? Have you ever walked away from a challenge? I just didn't want you to think any less of me.

Ben: You're crazy, you know that? [Jessica sobbing] you are the smartest woman that I've known. And if you took the time to think this thing out and come to a decision that you felt was right for you, I'm behind you all the way.

Jessica: Ben, I --

Ben: Hey, you did the right thing. Listen to me. I'm just -- I'm lucky to be the only man that's in your life.

Jessica: You will always be the only man in my heart.

Aaron: I'm up in my new room, and I could hear all these voices and noises in every room in the house. I can hear Lily and my dad laughing downstairs. I can hear Faith and the babysitter playing a game, like Faith's going crazy. Little Luke's downstairs on the phone. He's telling his friend the blow-by-blow about the fire.

Lucy: Probably telling his friend what a hero his big brother is.

Aaron: Lucy, being in the middle of all this, it's like the coolest thing ever. I have all of this and you.

Holden: Hey, guys. Lucy, how are you? Nice to see you.

Lucy: Hi, Holden. Aaron and I were just --

Aaron: I was just telling her how happy I am to be in the house with you guys.

Holden: Well, everybody's pretty happy about that, too. In fact, so happy that they're not getting ready for bed. So how about it, big brother? You ready to help lay down the law?

Aaron: You mean, I have to read 'em bedtime stories and tuck 'em in, stuff like that?

Holden: Yeah, stuff like that. Just until they know that you're here for good, though. Okay?

Aaron: Yes. I could get used to that. Me, Dr. Seuss and mother goose -- bedtime is never gonna be the same. Is it within the rules to let Lucy upstairs to see my room?

Holden: Sure.

Aaron: Yes.

Holden: You want to stay for dinner?

Lucy: Yeah, thanks.

Aaron: Thank you.

[Doorbell rings]

Holden: Hey, Hal.

Hal: Sorry to drop by again.

Holden: Come on in. What's up? You have some more questions for Luke?

Hal: Actually, this time I want to speak to you -- about Aaron.

Hal: Must be nice for Aaron living in this big house with his dad, not too far from his girlfriend, all the comforts of home.

Holden: What are you getting at, Hal?

Hal: Right before the fire, you were ready to send Aaron back to Seattle. Am I right?

Holden: I changed my mind. Is that a crime?

Hal: Well, Aaron must've been relieved not having to go back to a state where he's got a Police record.

Holden: That was a juvenile offense, and the record is sealed. What is your point, Hal?

Hal: Aaron here now?

Holden: You know, I'm not gonna answer any more questions until I find out what this is all about.

Hal: I spoke to more witnesses after I interviewed Luke today. I think Aaron knows more about this fire than he's telling us.

Holden: If you're trying to pin this fire on Aaron, you're crazy. He would never do anything like that.

Hal: Right before that fire started, was he or was he not about to be sent back to Seattle against his will?

Holden: What does that have to do with anything?

Hal: Now that he's a big hero, picture in the paper, he's part of the family?

Holden: You want to know how things really happened or are you trying to just twist things around so --

Hal: All I want is the truth about the fire that almost killed my son, Holden.

Aaron: Hey. What's going on here?

Hal: I want to bring you in for questioning, Aaron.

[Phone ringing]

Craig: Would you mind getting that for me?

Carly: Yes, I do mind. I mind very much. And while we're on this subject, there's a long list of tasks I mind performing. Such as making your coffee or changing the tubes of toilet paper, or running errands for you --

Craig: Craig Montgomery. Yes! Yes, from "women's wear daily." Oh, sure, I remember you. How are you? Hmm? Oh, an interview with Ms. Tenney? No, no, I'm afraid that's impossible.

Carly: What? Are you out of your mind?!

Craig: No, no, no, it's a little early yet for Ms. Tenney. You see, we haven't even agreed on a company name, so we decided to put all publicity on hold.

Carly: We have decided no such thing!

Craig: No, but thank you for your interest.

Carly: Wait!

Craig: Yes. No, we'll be sending a release. Thank you!

Carly: Hello?! We have decided no such thing!

Craig: Exactly.

Carly: I see. Well, if you think that you can blackmail me into accepting this preposterous name of yours --

Rosanna: Oh, hey, trouble in paradise?

Carly: I thought you put a bell on her.

Craig: We were just deciding on a little company name.

Rosanna: Well, my money financed the company. Why don't you name it Cabot Designs?

[Carly laughs]

Carly: No, no, no. Because, Rosanna, when a woman goes up to another woman and she says, "oh, you look terrific. Who are you wearing?"

Rosanna: She'll say, "it's a Cabot!"

Carly: I'm designing clothing, not Studebakers.

Rosanna: Well, if they're well-made, expensive and sexy, what's the difference between my cars and your clothes?

Carly: Do you really want me to answer that?

Craig: It's the right octane, we just need to set a little distance. Anyway, I've got the perfect name -- Monte Carlo.

Rosanna: Monte Carlo.

Craig: Yeah.

Rosanna: Montgomery and Carly. Where does the Cabot fit in?

Carly: It doesn't. Which is probably the only thing in its favor.

Ben: Travers? Jessica explained everything to me. And I understand. And I support her decision to concede the election. But you just better be up to the job.

Marshall: No hard feelings?

Ben: No.

Marshall: Jessica, I -- I meant what I said before. I'd be crazy to let your skill and expertise just walk out the door. I'd -- I'd love to have you on my staff.

Jessica: You couldn't afford me, Marshall. In a couple of weeks, I'll be the one charging those outrageous hourly rates, and you'll be the one trying to get by on a D.A.'s pittance.

Marshall: At least give me a chance to try to change your mind.

Jessica: No, this is not negotiable. And we need to get out of here. I have a party that I certainly don't want to be late for. Good-bye and good luck.

Marshall: Thank you.

Paul: You found him? You're sure?

Margo: All right. Now, we gotta talk fast and make it look friendly. Because if Tom thinks that this is anything other than a casual conversation, I've been tracking down Steinbeck instead of recuperating, he's gonna murder me.

Paul: Well, we can't have that, can we? Especially when you've done the impossible. So, casual it is.

Margo: Uh-huh.

Paul: What'd you find?

Margo: When your mom stabbed Steinbeck, she caused a very serious wound to his pancreas.

Paul: Here I thought all he had inside were maggots and worms.

Margo: So, according to his emergency room records, his physician prescribed a very rare drug that's unavailable in the U.S.

Paul: You don't say.

Margo: Mm-hmm. Oh, I was able to track down James Steinbeck through his prescriptions.

Paul: You have no idea how much I want to kiss you right now.


Margo: In that case, I can hardly wait to tell you the rest. Your father's been a very busy traveler. He's gone from the far east, through Europe, into Central America. And he's now in a town called Matamoras.

Paul: Mexico?

Margo: Mm-hmm. It's right across the Rio Grande from Brownsville, Texas.

Paul: So my father's sitting right on the border waiting to see if Marshall gets elected D.A.?

Margo: You know, you really gotta smile when you say that, buckaroo. So what are you gonna do?

Paul: Prove I'm my father's son, beat him at his own game.

Rosanna: You don't mind if I have a few words with your immediate superior, do you?

Carly: Oh, no, no, not at all. Take all the time in the world. I'll just be looking around. Don't do anything I wouldn't do.

Rosanna: That's a painfully short list, dear.

Craig: Sorry I'm late for the party. We got held up negotiating.

Rosanna: That's quite all right. You didn't miss much.

Craig: Yeah, well, how are things going at the polls anyway?

Rosanna: Well, Jessica seems to have thrown in the towel. She didn't even arrive by the time I left.

Craig: Well, doesn't sound like much cause for celebration.

Rosanna: Well, I did hear something rather interesting.

Craig: Do tell.

Rosanna: Well, I can't be sure if my sources were just toying with me, but I do have to know.

Craig: Does it concern me?

Rosanna: Are you the one who made that anonymous donation to the burn unit?

Craig: And who told you that?

Rosanna: It doesn't matter. Did you? Are you lying to me?

Craig: What, the donation that gave Mike Kasnoff a job in Oakdale?

Why would I want that?

Rosanna: To drive me crazy, perhaps.

Craig: I can think of a million ways to do that, that are a lot cheaper -- and a lot more fun. But I told you, it was Lucinda. You don't believe me? Well, what does it matter?

Who cares about Mike Kasnoff? The only thing that matters is right here.

Rosanna: You are -- yummy.

[Rosanna laughs] and you have such a very naughty way of making me feel very foolish. Come to the party?

Craig: No, no, no, I can't. I can't.

Rosanna: Why not?

Craig: We haven't even agreed on a name yet.

Rosanna: What are your options?

Craig: Well, I suggested Monte Carlo, and Carly wants Carly Tenney.

Rosanna: Carly Tenney?

Craig: Yeah, yeah. Why don't you be the tie breaker?

Rosanna: Why don't you tell her that if she wants to name this company Carly Tenney, she can finance it herself. I'll vote for Monte Carlo.

Craig: Oh, great minds think alike. I'll see you later.

Rosanna: Be good.

Craig: I'll try.

Carly: All right, Montgomery -- you win.

Holden: Aaron is not going anywhere with you!

Aaron: No, no, no, it's okay. I have nothing to hide. I didn't start that fire.

Hal: Glad to hear it. Then all you gotta do is come down and answer a couple of questions. We'll clear this thing right up.

Holden: He's not answering any question until an attorney is present. Till we get a lawyer, you don't say a word, you hear?

Hal: Good. I'll see you at the station. You don't have any problems coming downtown later on, do you?

Holden: No, I don't. In fact, the sooner we clear up this insanity the better.

Hal: I'll be waiting.

Lucy: I thought this was all over.

Holden: Not for Hal. He's got a case to solve and his son is in a coma.

Lucy: Yeah, but Will would have died in that fire if Aaron hadn't saved him. Instead of blaming Aaron, they should be thanking him.

Aaron: Should I pack my bags for Seattle?

Holden: No, no, you don't need to pack anything. Nobody should do anything right now. I'm gonna call Tom Hughes. I'll be right back.

Aaron: You know, when Lieutenant Munson came by before, he said he was gonna ask me some questions, no big deal.

Lucy: Yeah, but now it sounds like he wants to interrogate you.

Aaron: Yeah, how did I go from hero to suspect in two hours? I mean, what the heck made him change his mind?

Lucy: Whatever it is, it's just a misunderstanding. Between Holden and Tom, they'll straighten this whole thing out.

Aaron: I don't know.

Lucy: I do. I know you didn't do anything wrong, and so will the police. It's gonna be okay, Aaron. It will.

Paul: Gentlemen -- it looks like you're going on a manhunt.

Jack: Actually, we were just wondering why the two of you had your heads together over there.

Paul: Oh, we were catching up.

Margo: He was telling me how absolutely gorgeous I am. You got a problem with that?

Tom: No, not I. Excuse me. Hello, Tom Hughes.

Jack: Excuse me. Haven't you been in enough hot water today, Paul?

Paul: What? What, is it against the law to talk to an old friend? The election's over and Travers won. There's nothing more I can do.

Jack: Keep thinking that way.

Paul: Will do, detective.

Jack: You keep getting better, you hear me? We miss you so much.

Margo: Oh, I'll be back to work before you know it. So where's your beautiful bride-to-be?

Jack: That's just what I was gonna go find out. Tell Tom I said bye.

Margo: Mm-hmm. So what's up? Something important?

Tom: Duty calls. I gotta get you home.

Margo: Wait. Well, why? We just got here. The guest of honor isn't even here yet.

Tom: And you have a phone. You can -- you can give her a call. I gotta get down to the police station and meet Aaron Snyder, which means your playtime is over. You gotta get to bed.

Margo: Why, what happened with Aaron?

Tom: I'll tell you on the way. Come on. Jessica: Hey.

Margo: You're here just in time to say good-bye.

Jessica: Oh, no, I'm sorry. We're late, but I'm so glad you could join us tonight.

Margo: Well, I want to stay, but the warden here says no.

Jessica: Oh.

Tom: Well, you broke my heart. I wish things had gone the other way for you tonight. J

Jessica: Oh, no, things went the way they should. I made the right decision, and I haven't been happier in weeks.

Margo: Hmm, you sure everything's okay?

Jessica: Yeah. Yeah, never better. Really. I have two more weeks in office. And then I have my life back and all the time in the world to spend with people I care about.

Cleaning woman: Oh, Mr. Travers -- I didn't realize that you were in here. Congratulations on winning that election.

Marshall: Thank you.

Cleaning woman: How come you aren't celebrating?

Marshall: I've had enough excitement for one day.

Cleaning woman: I know what you mean. We've had some excitement of our own around here earlier. Had to call the cops and everything.

Marshall: You don't say.

Cleaning woman: Yeah. The last thing I expected to find in that broom closet was a guy watching TV. But there he was, snug as a bug, feeding me some story about --

Marshall: A man in the closet?

Cleaning woman: Yeah. Can you believe it? What kind of moron makes off with a TV and tries it out before he takes off?

Marshall: What happened to the man?

Cleaning woman: Cops got him. Good riddance, I say. Maybe you'll be the D.A. on the case. Wouldn't that be a scream?

Marshall: What did he look like?

Cleaning woman: Late 20s, about six feet tall, blonde hair, clean cut, well-spoken -- not your typical burglar.

Marshall: You'll make a wonderful witness. Would you mind closing the door behind you on your way out?

Cleaning woman: Yeah, sure. Whatever you want. I voted for Jessica Griffin.

Holden: I got in touch with Tom Hughes. He's gonna meet us down at the station. Maybe we can get this thing cleared up tonight.

Lucy: Is there anything I can do?

Holden: Matter of fact, there is. If you could stick around here, that would be great, just in case Lily needs anything.

Lucy: Sure.

Holden: We better run.

Aaron: I'll be back before you know it, okay? Can't keep the girl next door waiting, right?

Craig: Oh, you changed your mind.

Carly: It's a woman's prerogative.

Craig: Dare I ask why?

Carly: Well, I was just looking around and after I was done cursing your name and how you're always trying to get an angle and always trying to get your way, I thought about what a sneaky little liar you are.

Craig: Oh, stop. I'm blushing.

Carly: And how you got Molly out of a bind. When you lied to Rosanna about the anonymous donor for the burn unit. And you're the one who had to do God knows what to finagle this company away from Rosanna. I don't know what you did or how you did it, I only hope you had your shots.

Craig: What is your point?

Carly: Well, maybe Monte Carlo isn't such a terrible name. Maybe if I learn to work with the name, I'll learn to work with you.

Craig: Well, I think you just made the right decision.

Carly: No, let's save that for another time, okay?

Craig: Why? Next time I get my way?

Carly: All right, just a little -- a very small bit, okay? Because --

Craig: What?

Carly: I was supposed to meet Jack, like, an hour ago.

Craig: Well, you can't celebrate the beginning of something big with a little droppy!

Carly: Okay, so we're gonna toast to the fact that Jack probably despises me right now and that you got your way.

Craig: Well, I handled you, didn't I?

Carly: In your dreams.

Craig: Well, there and somewhere else. But anyway, I like the fact that anytime you and I have another disagreement, I could just draw Rosanna in and you'll get over to my side just to spite her.

Carly: Get over yourself. And don't get used to winning. This is only the beginning.

Craig: That's why we make such a great team. You always keep me on my toes.

Carly: To Monte Carlo?

Craig: To us.

[Glasses clink]

Jessica: So what was so important that it couldn't wait till next week?

Paul: I think I know how Marshall Travers won the election and why you didn't put up a fight.

Jessica: You can't argue with the numbers, Paul.

Paul: A picture speaks a thousand words. And when it comes to videotape --

Jessica: What is that?

Paul: I'm pretty sure you wouldn't want Bonnie or Ben Harris to see what you were doing with your opponent the night before the election.

Jessica: Destroy that tape, Paul.

Paul: Give me one good reason.

Jessica: It's over. And if Ben found out, he would never forgive me. Now give me the tape.

Paul: I like you, Jessica. And I respect you more than you know. Which makes what I have to do a lot the more difficult.

Jessica: What you "have to do"?

Paul: I'll do anything I can to keep my father from controlling the D.A. in Oakdale. If that means holding this tape over your head, then I'll do it.

Jessica: What do you want from me? My hands are tied.

Paul: You have two weeks left in your term? Before you leave office, there's something I need you to do.

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