As The World Turns Transcript Thursday 10/17/02
Proofread by Ebele
Mike: Does it mean something when a guy knows how his girl likes her coffee?
Molly: That he's paying attention. What's that? Last-minute details?
Mike: I'm just checking over the roster. I mean, I know some of these guys from the union hall, but I -- I still need a good foreman.
Molly: You sound like you're nervous.
Mike: Well, you know, chasing a job down was one thing, getting it was a shock. But now stepping on the site for the first day -- it's kind of got my stomach's doing back flips.
Molly: Really? I guess I kind of thought that it was about working, you know, making money.
Mike: Hell, I could work at a convenience store and make money. I haven't said too much about it, yeah, but this isn't just another job. But, you know, I guess it's to be expected. You know, something that's important to you, your stomach gets knotted up. I feel the same way about you.
Molly: I give you butterflies?
Mike: Sometimes when I wake up in the middle of the night, I get this -- I get this just wave of panic that hits me. And I think, "is she still there?" I look over and I see you, and I have this second wave of panic which hits me.
Molly: All because of me?
Mike: Wait, this gets better. There's a second wave of panic that gets me. And that's pretty much when I'm convinced that fate's gonna see what we're building and take you away from me. Then I look over, I see you, you look at me, and I know it's real. All that in 30 seconds.
Molly: Every morning?
Mike: I don't believe in sure things, but I know nothing's going to change what we have. And that is as sure as I've felt about anything in a long time.
Carly: Honey, you know, we don't really even need to be having this conversation, right? Well, what I mean by that is -- oh, hold on. Hi, em. Hello! How are you? It's so good to see you. Just hold on for a second, okay? Hey, what do you think of those? Hold that thought. Yes, well, what I mean by that is that you are not the only supplier around, you know? If you want to build a relationship with this company -- you see, that's what I thought. So you'll have the fabric here by this afternoon? Ciao. Look at that, Parker -- the world keeps coming at me, you know, but your mommy's like some kind of wonder woman.
Emily: So how goes it with the wedding plans anyway?
Carly: Oh, I feel like -- I feel like a ping-pong ball. I really do. First it's Monte Carlo business, and then it's wedding business --
Emily: You know, about -- about that name Monte Carlo. He just won't let go, will he?
Carly: The alternative was Dresses by Cabot Motors.
Emily: Now, you see, I like that, actually. That's kind of warm and friendly and fun and -- is he leaving you alone?
Carly: Oh, you know, define "alone."
Emily: What is wrong with the two of us, huh? How'd we both end up working for this guy anyway?
Carly: I have no idea.
Emily: Oh, speaking of work, I've gotta head over to The Intruder.
Carly: All right. Did you say thank you, Parker?
Parker: Thank you.
Emily: And tell mommy about our talk. We had a long talk about the dentist, because Dr. Towl hands out stickers, doesn't he?
Carly: You know --
Carly: I completely forgot about the dentist.
Carly: I did.
Emily: Parker, did you hear that? Your mom forgot about the dentist. He was hoping that you would. But I gotta tell you something -- you keep up this schedule, this little boy isn't gonna get a sticker till he's 18 years old.
Craig: Huh, deep in thought, Jack? Be brave. Listen, I'm curious about Aaron Snyder's arraignment. I'm sure Holden bailed him out. What kind of charges is the errant truant looking at?
Jack: There was no arraignment. Tom asked for a continuance and got it.
Craig: On what grounds?
Jack: The judge needs to determine whether Aaron's charged as a minor or an adult.
Craig: So Aaron Snyder gets to sleep at home for the moment. Well, I'm sure Holden's happy.
Jack: Oh, yeah, he's just plain giddy, Craig. Having his son arrested, cuffed and carted off to jail was a real high point.
Craig: Your loyalties, Jack, are very clear. Aren't you supposed to be a public servant? I smell conflict of interest.
Jack: The evidence against Aaron is circumstantial.
Craig: Holden's son? Please. You Snyders stick together like gum and movie seats. You'd do everything you can to see him walk.
Ben: I don't want to go.
Jessica: I don't want you to go. But --
Ben: But -- do you have plans for tonight?
Jessica: No. You'll call me after your shift?
Ben: Mm-hmm. Bye.
[Knock at door]
Paul: That message last night was the last thing I wanted to hear.
Jessica: Paul, Ben just left. You want me to see Marshall on your terms, and I won't do it. Now, I am imploring you, do not expose that tape. Don't - as your friend, don't hurt my family. Don't hurt me like that.
Paul: Yeah, we've been through this, Jessica.
Jessica: Do you want me to beg? Do you want me to get on my knees and beg? I will.
Jack: I'm not sparring with you today, Craig. I don't want to hear your threats, your accusations.
Craig: Well, Hal's taken himself off the case because his son's in the hospital. But you go proclaiming the innocence of a blood relative, and nobody's calling you on it.
Jack: I got this case because Hal has to take care of his son, and your sister's recovering from a liver transplant. You want to lodge a formal complaint? Go ahead. But you're getting nothing from me. No updates. No answers. Read about it in your paper.
Craig: Well, maybe that's just what I'll do.
Jack: Whatever, Craig. I'm not pressing the D.A. for anything more until we get substantial evidence Aaron started that fire.
Craig: Well, shouldn't you be out there with your little magnifying glass collecting clues?
Jack: Oh, no, I've got a lunch date with a certain blonde. And on that note, roping Carly into business with you is not gonna produce an invitation to our wedding. If you come within 100 yards of that ceremony, I'll arrest you myself.
Craig: Just like old times. Well, Jack's trying to shut me out of the loop again. But wait till he sees what I have planned for your wedding.
Molly: Sometimes I feel the same way you do in the morning. I feel like this big bubble's just gonna burst and everything's gonna be gone, over, you know? And it's the same way I felt when you left for Venezuela when Rosanna cooked up that job.
Mike: And look what happened. I'm still here.
Molly: Still. If you hadn't come back to Oakdale -- Mike, if you hadn't gotten that job at Memorial, would you have stayed?
Mike: I think it's a good thing that we're worried a little bit, you know? I think it keeps us from taking each other for granted.
Molly: I could never take you for granted.
Mike: You know why? Because we have trust. You know, I mean, it's been so easy for us because we don't hide anything from each other. I mean, I like that. That is trust.
Molly: How is it that you can make me feel so right? Do you think that this might just be moving a little too fast?
Mike: Yeah, so what? Look, I will not hurt you, all right? Let me get ready. It's my first day, and my stomach's all crazy, all right? You wanna stick around and make fun of my hard hat?
Molly: You really have to wear it?
Mike: If you're lucky, when I get home, that's all I'll be wearing.
Molly: Oh, Craig -- Craig, you better fix things with Rosanna. I don't want to lose that man.
Carly: So much for mommy having everything under control, huh? I am so sorry, em.
Emily: Don't apologize. Busy mothers do not apologize, they reschedule.
Carly: But I did that. I did that twice. One more time, they're gonna throw his chart out the window.
Emily: Okay, so I'll take him.
Carly: I can't ask you to do that.
Emily: You're not asking, I'm offering. Come on. You've got a wedding to plan -- a beautiful, big wedding. So dig in, get to work, and call me if you need anything.
Carly: Okay. Thank you.
Emily: Come on.
Carly: I love you. I'll see you soon.
Emily: Okay, we're off to the dentist. Let's go!
Carly: Good luck.
[Phone rings] hello?
Carly: Hey, girl.
Molly: I'm still in heaven.
Carly: That Mike treating you right?
Molly: Better than right. But, Carly, I am freaking out about that out-of-sequence check from my bank statement. Have you talked to Craig?
Carly: Oh, no.
Molly: You forgot?! Carly, you have to talk Craig into working Rosanna. You have to, because otherwise, she's gonna show him that check. And if he finds out that I've been lying, Carly --
Carly: All right. All right, Molly. You know, but I have a little dream here of my own that I'm trying to plan. I'm going to do the best I can, okay?
Molly: The thought of losing him if he finds out --
Carly: Don't worry, he won't find out. I'll take care of it, okay? Just don't panic. Men can smell that kind of thing a mile away. I'll talk to you later, all right? I love you. Bye.
Carly: Ooh! Jack --
Jack: You busy?
Carly: Yeah, well, I'm frantic. How about you?
Jack: No. Tom got the judge to postpone Aaron's arraignment.
Carly: Hal must be going ballistic.
Jack: Yeah, I spent most of the morning trying to calm him down, but he's in "bull see red" mode. Anyway, I cleared the deck long enough to make my way to you.
Carly: Me? Why? What for?
Jack: For lunch, you goof-ball. We had a date. Remember?
Carly: No. But what's new?
Paul: Jessica, if I had time to work on another strategy with you, I would, but Travers takes office in a couple weeks. Then he will be the law in Oakdale, and every chance we had to stop him will be finished. So, why don't you do yourself a favor and just do what I ask.
Jessica: Paul, I just need some time.
Paul: There is no time! If you haven't brought me something by the time Marshall is sworn in, then I will take this tape directly to the Press.
Jessica: Well, if I don't bring you anything, then what good is exposing that tape?
Paul: It's called incentive, Jessica. The truth of the matter is, we'll both do whatever it takes to get what we want. I don't want James coming back to Oakdale, and you don't want people to find out about you and Marshall. So we can both help each other accomplish our goals. But you're gonna have to do things my way.
Jessica: What is happening to you, Paul? You become more and more like your father every day.
Paul: Well, I haven't killed or kidnapped anyone lately. You may be right. The clock is ticking, counselor. It's time to save your life.
Jessica: Hi, it's me. I need to see you right away. Well, it seems I'm being blackmailed.
Bodyguard: Is this the woman you were expecting, Mr. Travers?
Marshall: She is. Thanks.
Jessica: What is going on here? He tried to frisk me in the hall.
Marshall: Where I'm from, you can never be too careful.
Jessica: Is that really necessary?
Marshall: I want to avoid any last-minute surprises before my inauguration.
Jessica: Well, then you should probably ask me to leave.
Marshall: Never. Now, look, you mentioned you were being blackmailed. By whom?
Jessica: You don't seem surprised.
Marshall: By blackmail? This is Oakdale. Everyone here tries to play hardball. Who's throwing rocks at your head?
Jessica: Paul Ryan. That tape he has of us in this room, he's threatening to expose it. I know, I know. I lied. I lied. I don't know. I don't know. I don't know why I wanted to keep this from you. I -- I thought I could handle it, I thought he'd back off. I don't know. I don't know what I was thinking. If I knew my own mind, I wouldn't be in this situation.
Marshall: That's honest. You panicked, Jessica. No harm done. But back to the issue. "Blackmail," by definition, means that Paul had to ask you for something in order to keep that tape a secret. What does he want?
Jessica: He wanted me to spy on you.
Marshall: Is that why you were willing to see me last night?
Marshall: Is that the only reason? But then you changed your mind. Why? What was your plan? Come over here and make love to me and then search through my files, go through my pockets?
Jessica: I don't know, Marshall. I don't know.
Marshall: Is that all you've got to say these days -- I don't know?
Jessica: Don't patronize me.
Marshall: We need to get straight with each other, Jessica. And not just about this issue with Paul Ryan, but about what we feel, about our intentions. Now, when Paul Ryan approached you, were you relieved? Or were you grateful for an excuse -- any excuse -- to see me? Under all that brave talk about Bonnie and Ben and the far, far better thing, do you want me as much as I want you?
Paul: Hey. You were a mess on the phone. What's going on?
Bonnie: You think I sounded bad? You should have seen Henry. It's like he needed a tranquilizer. He was equal parts scared and sober last night. He told me Marshall shook him down.
Bonnie: Yes. Marshall knows all about the surveillance and that we're responsible.
Paul: Damn it! Of course Henry would be the one that gets caught. Idiot. All right, exactly how much does Marshall know?
Bonnie: I don't know. Probably everything.
Paul: All right, then why aren't we in jail?
Bonnie: Well, he made it very clear to Henry that he was going to wait until he was in office and then for sure he'd start head-hunting.
Paul: Does your mom know about this?
Bonnie: I went to Marshall instead.
Paul: You what?!
Bonnie: All he said was to butt out of his business from now on.
Paul: Well, that doesn't sound -- did he mention my name?
Bonnie: No, not really. But he did promise not to go after me or Isaac.
Paul: Oh, so you went to him and you cut a deal? Thanks a lot, partner! So now that leaves me and Henry holding the bag, maybe even Simon.
Bonnie: Look, Paul, I know it was a rotten move on my part. And if it was just me, I would go down with the home team fighting. Trust me. But I have to think about Isaac here. Marshall could cause a lot of trouble for Java underground. Isaac has a business to protect. And I've already come way too close to messing it up.
Paul: I understand. It's a smart move, Bonnie.
Bonnie: Okay. Be careful, though. Watch your back. For some reason, Marshall thinks you have something on him. And I told him there is no tape, but he didn't believe me.
Paul: Don't worry. Marshall scares Henry, not me.
Bonnie: I don't know, Paul. You may not be scared of Marshall, but I think you ought to be.
Molly: Tell him. Tell him you are a desperate widow on the rebound, and you're running a scam to keep a man, and you don't care.
Mike: Are you talking to yourself?
Molly: No! I was just -- wow. I don't know if I've ever said this to a construction worker before, but you look some kind of sexy.
Mike: Chick hot for the hard hat -- I have seen it before.
Molly: Oh, you better kiss me before I faint.[Laughing] are these your, uh -- uniform?
Mike: It gets better. Hold on a second.
Molly: You gotta be kidding me.
Mike: I must look like a big walking cliché to you.
Molly: What, do you see me complaining? With those arms and that hard hat and that lunch box --
Mike: It's a pail. This is a lunch pail. All right? Now excuse me while I go put some artery cloggers in this thing.
Molly: No, no, no. Let me, please, because I can fill your lunch pail and send you off to play with your building blocks.
Mike: All right, don't put any healthy stuff in there, though.
Molly: I know, I got it. I got it. Meat, bread, lots of mayo and coffee.
Mike: Ring dings.
Molly: Right. And meat -- lots of it. Lots and lots and lots.
Mike: All right. Hey, I might get used to this.
Jack: You don't remember we had a lunch date? We set it up yesterday afternoon. Onion rings at Al's?
Carly: I know. I remember now. I'm sorry. My brain has been misfiring and backfiring and on overload since I started working. I am sorry.
Jack: Yeah, and you're already working too hard. Come here.
Jack: And what's the point of a grand wedding if they've got to cart the bride off for nervous exhaustion?
Carly: I'll be coherent enough to say I do.
Jack: All right. Well, let's take your foot off the throttle for a bit, shall we? Forget lunch. Forget it. Meet me at Java underground. We'll have a little bit of wine, hmm? Take time for the two of us. Not the engaged couple or Carly the future fashion mogul, just Carly and Jack.
Carly: That sounds good. A nice California red.
Jack: Wonderful. You got it. I love you.
Carly: You can do this, Carly. You have the initiative. You just need a little better focus and a little better scheduling, and then you can have it all. Why don't I believe me?
[dramatic music playing]
Carly: Jack --what are you wearing?
Jack: Hey, look who finally decided to show up. Imagine my surprise!
Carly: I --
Jack: Where were you, Carly? You swore you'd be here. You promised you could
keep this all together.
Carly: I'm here now.
Jack: You're too late. You missed your own wedding.
Carly: Molly? Molly, what?
Carly: You look hideous.
Molly: You promised me. You promised me you were gonna talk to Craig and get him to help me keep Mike!
Carly: Oh, I was going to, I swear.
Molly: Oh, forget it! It's too late! Look!
Carly: Molly! Molly! I was going to help you. I promise.
Molly: Yes, but you didn't. You didn't. And now I lost the man that could have been the second love of my life, thanks to you!
Don't you ever --and I mean ever --speak to me again!
Craig: It's sad to see you circling the drain like this.
Carly: Don't tell me - I've ruined everybody's life but yours?
Craig: Isn't it ironic? But, no, I'm a survivor. I cut you loose and found another blonde designer. Meet Virginia Hall, co-owner of Monte Hall Fashions. She puts out, too.
Craig: Carly, Carly, Carly, Carly. Carly.
Craig: Carly? Carly? Carly!
Craig: Asleep on the job already? We haven't even been in business a month. You're tired all the time. I know it's not Jack keeping you up all night. Are you pregnant or something?
Carly: No. Just get away from me!
Craig: Well, listen, I hope you got all your beauty sleep, partner, because I just got off the phone with the editor from Blushing Bride magazine. And she wants your wedding on the cover! How's that for exposure?
Marshall: I thought there was something real pulling us together.
Jessica: If you call lust and curiosity something real --
Marshall: It was a lot more than that and you know it.
Jessica: Whatever it was, Marshall, my heart belongs to someone else. I told you that.
Marshall: But, the rest of you isn't off-limits, is it?
Jessica: So, now you're going to be cruel?
Marshall: You hurt me, Jessica.
Jessica: That was always the risk -- we both knew that.
Marshall: And if you'd won the election?
Jessica: You would have left town.
Marshall: You don't know that?
Jessica: Look Marshall, it's over. Okay, I love someone else. I don't want to hurt him. That's why I'm here. Now, if you can just set aside your bruised ego for a moment --
Marshall: You chose me, Jessica, more than once.
Jessica: I'm not denying that. I'm just making another choice. Now, can we handle this situation with Paul?
Marshall: At what, my expense?
Jessica: Marshall, if I don't bring him something, he's going to take that tape public when you're sworn in.
Marshall: Truth is -- I don't care if everyone in the world sees me sleeping with you. Let Paul make copies of the tape and sell it downtown.
Jessica: Why are you doing this?
Marshall: You know, for a lawyer, you're not taking into account the other side of the equation.
Jessica: Which is?
Marshall: I'm not the one leading a double life. Let Paul release the tape. It's private -- somewhat embarrassing -- but it's me and you. I don't have anything to be ashamed of. Wake up, Jessica. I want you.
Jessica: No, no, this is not me. Now, Marshall, maybe you don't have anything in your life that means something to you, but I do.
Marshall: I know that.
Jessica: Well, help me save it. Help me -- I want my life. I want the man I love.
Marshall: You can't even say his name.
Jessica: Ben! Okay? I want Ben -- not you.
Marshall: Then get the Police to help you. Tell them Paul Ryan is blackmailing you. And then I'll prosecute him.
Jessica: Without this thing going public? You know that's not going to happen. You are the only one who can help me, Marshall.
Marshall: But you're not willing to give up anything in return.
Jessica: I won't be your lover, but I am begging you -- please, please help me.
Paul: Hey, Jack, got a minute?
Jack: Mr. Ryan. Staying out of broom closets these days, I hope? Want some coffee?
Paul: No, I'm fine. Hey look, I got a lot on my plate -- something kind of sensitive. I need some back-up.
Jack: Go, have a seat. Paul, is this on the record or friend-to-friend?
Paul: It's about the surveillance I was doing on Travers.
Jack: You know? Maybe I shouldn't hear this, Paul.
Paul: When you caught me in the broom closet with all that equipment, I told you there was no videotape from the hidden camera we had in Travers' room.
Jack: And a tape has magically appeared? What's on it?
Paul: Something major. Nothing illegal, but it'll be a tremendous shock to a lot of people in this town.
Jack: I'm not stupid, Paul. A shocking, sensitive tape with no evidence of illegal activity? Pretty much narrows it down to one thing.
Paul: All right, well let's stay away from what's on the tape. The important thing is how I plan to use it against Travers.
Jack: What do you need from me?
Paul: If something happens to me before Travers is sworn in as District Attorney, you've been informed that this tape exists. And you'll do everything you can to find it.
Molly: Hey, mission accomplished. A lunch fit for a hard hat king prepared with tender loving care.
Mike: Let me see that. Better not be any carrot sticks in there. No carrot sticks, no carrot sticks. Ahh, ring dings! Mm-hmm, you've got a sandwich.
Molly: Mm-hmm, meatloaf, bread, lots of extra mayo. Really good coffee in this thermos and a little note that you shouldn't open with any of your guys around.
Mike: Wait a minute, wait a minute! What is this? What is this, rabbit food?
Molly: No, no, no, roughage. A little roughage. You know, a little something healthy just because I like you.
Mike: All right, nice job.
Molly: You do realize this is probably the first and last time that I will ever pack a lunch pail.
Mike: You'll get to do it again for Bridget and Michelle, right?
Molly: I would love that. You are too unbelievable. And I really keep hoping that you are not a dream.
Mike: Baby, I'm as real as it gets.
Molly: Go build something.
Mike: Hey, you gonna be around when I get home?
Molly: Tonight? I hadn't thought about it.
Mike: We don't have to make a habit of it, but I'd sure like it if you were.
Carly: Blushing bride? The magazine?
Craig: Yes, the magazine that women turn to for wedding ideas with class and style. Before the reality sets in and they start making meatloaf sandwiches for their blue-collar husbands with hearts of gold. What?! What? We're all over this. It's a home run.
Carly: It's my wedding.
Craig: Our designs will be the highlight of that show.
Carly: Is that -- stop it. Isn't that honor usually reserved for the exchange of vows?
Craig: So, after the vows, a few extra flashbulbs pop out and Monte Carlo designs are on every magazine rack from coast-to-coast.
Carly: Okay, so let me get this straight. Jack and I are the suckers at a Press party masquerading as our wedding? Yeah, he's really gonna go for that. That'll be --
Craig: Convince him.
Carly: This is the man who gets nervous going shoe shopping with me. I can't subject him to this. He'd never be able to show his face at work, again.
Craig: It's a great idea and you know it. I thought you trusted my business sense.
Carly: Not when it comes to my personal life.
Craig: Well, look, I'm not denying the personal angle here --
Carly: Big of you.
Craig: But the media frenzy will be all about you. Most designers would kill for that.
Carly: Oh, you just save it. I already tried that speech on Lisa about a month ago.
Craig: Yeah, well, it would be wasted on her, but you can sell Jack. And you know why? Because he wants you happy. But most of all, he wants you to have a big win in your life. He wants you to get everything you deserve as a designer and this is the ticket.
Carly: Okay. If I decide to go along with this insanity -- and I said if. Then you are going to have to do something for me that is just as difficult. Not something for me, really, something for Molly. But the end result is the same -- we're both going to have to take a couple punches.
Molly: It's not that I don't want to spend the night. It's that I should go home because it's probably safe now. Because the building manager called and said he put a new lock system and --
Mike: I don't want to push -- I just, I know you need your space -- this is all still pretty new. But you know, you have a key and I want you to use it. Don't worry about sending some signal about who we are to each other or not, all right? Just -- just come.
Molly: I just -- I don't know if I can say the same thing to you about my place.
Molly: Not that I wouldn't. It's just that -- it's, um -- it's weird. Because I just don't' know the rules yet. You know? When you're starting something with someone -- you're building something and it's growing. There's so many steps to take and some you just skip right over and -- some take a really long time.
Mike: All right, look, I don't want a key to your place all right? And as far as I'm concerned, that's sacred ground. I mean, that's Jake's home. You know, I mean, that will always belong to you and your husband. I mean, I'll come by and visit and stuff, but I'll always be respectful. Okay? But, I want this place to be ours. All right, so, whenever the mood strikes, just come by and leave the same. All right, just be here when you can.
Mike: All right? All right. Damn.
Mike: Wow, good thing I got a hard hat on. I'll see you later.
Molly: See you later. Oh, Carly, you better be talking to Craig.
Craig: Now, you want me to do what for Molly exactly?
Carly: Somebody broke into her place and was snooping through her bank records.
Craig: I think you have me confused with your copper fiancé. Why don't you call Jack?
Carly: That snoop was Rosanna.
Craig: I see. "Why," would be the next logical question.
Carly: Well, so she can make a copy of the check that Molly wrote to the Memorial Hospital for the burn unit. And if Mike finds out about that --
Craig: Trouble in love land? And you think Rosanna's responsible --
Carly: Who else?
Craig: Well, I'm because she told me she swore off any interest in the anonymous donor.
Carly: Really? Well, she probably just fed you that line because she already had a copy of the check. Now all she has to do is accidentally let it fall into the right hands.
Craig: Rosanna -- Rosanna may be a challenge, but she is hardly into breaking and entering.
Craig: Henry --
Carly: Henry? Henry who? Henry Coleman?
Craig: No, it's not important.
Carly: No, it isn't. Let me tell you what is -- I know that Rosanna has a copy of that check. So here's the deal -- don't ask me how, but somehow I will sell Jack on this idea of yours. Our wedding will grace the cover of Blushing Bride. And in return, you will get me any copies made of that check. I don't know, Rosanna probably put them in some safe somewhere. I don't care how you get them, just get them. I have no intention of letting her win this one.
Craig: Yeah, I see. And once again, I'm in the middle.
Carly: Boo hoo. Deal or not?
Jack: What exactly are you suggesting might happen to you, Paul?
Paul: Probably nothing. But I have reason to believe Travers knows I'm in possession of this tape. And if something should happen to me like I accidentally fall down a storm drain --
Jack: You know I could have you arrested for what you just confessed to me?
Paul: Yeah, but if you do, you'll give Travers a free pass for Steinbeck's triumphant return. I don't think you want that, not after what we went through last year.
Jack: You've shown me the tape. Why don't you let me see what's on it?
Paul: It's personal.
Jack: Nothing illegal?
Paul: No. And I don't intend to let it out of my sight. That's all you need to know.
Jack: Promise me -- you promise me you find anything about Steinbeck from Travers, you come to me with it, you understand? I don't want you being a cowboy here. I don't want you taking on your father alone.
Paul: I'll try.
Jack: But you won't promise?
Paul: Like I said, Jack, I'll try.
Jessica: Please don't.
Marshall: Don't what?
Jessica: Stop --
Marshall: "Don't," "stop" -- I've heard those words before. But in the end, your eyes give you away. You want to say yes. You just need a little help. I wish you didn't taste so good.
Jessica: No, this is not me. This is not me.
Marshall: Why do we keep lying to ourselves like this? We both know what's going on here.
Jessica: I am not lying to myself. I cherish my life, the people that I love and when I'm near you, it's like none of that exists, and I can't allow that. Now if the only way I can get you to help me is by being with you, then I'll just tell Paul to take that tape and do whatever he wants with it. But if you care about me like you say you do, and you're interested in helping me, then I'll stay.
Marshall: That's a risky move, counselor, appealing to a heart you're breaking.
Jessica: Marshall, please -- even if you don't care about being exposed, at least give me something to save the life I know, the life I choose. Even if it breaks your heart.
Carly: Rosanna is just trying to mess with Mike so she can swoop in and mend a broken heart.
Craig: Rosanna and I have already settled this. She is no longer interested in Mike Kasnoff.
Carly: Look me in the eye and tell me you believe that.
Craig: Hey, you're hitting me where I live here.
Carly: Good. Now if you want my dream wedding with it, you're gonna handle this thing.
Craig: Why do I feel like I'm taking orders here?
Carly: 'Cause you are.
Craig: All right, for the good of our future fame and glory I will do it, but you better work on Jack.
Carly: I will.
Craig: Yeah, well, because if we don't get that cover, I'm personally gonna get a copy of that check and show it to Mike Kasnoff myself.
Marshall: I have no intention of allowing myself to be drawn into Paul Ryan's extortion scheme. So if you honestly feel that we can't be together, then you should go.
Jessica: What are you gonna do?
Marshall: What I do best. I'll deal with Ryan in my own way.
Jessica: You're not gonna hurt him?
Marshall: What kind of man do you think I am?
Jessica: I don't know. I honestly don't know what kind of man you are. And that's what's so wrong about all of this.
Jack: I mean it, Paul. No vigilante stuff. You find out anything about Steinbeck, I want to know.
Paul: We're on the same side, Jack. I just don't have to play by the same rules.
Jack: Yeah, that's what worries me.
Marshall: Marshall Travers. Why don't we stop tip-toeing around and meet face-to-face?
Paul: You read my mind, Travers. You read my mind.
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