ATWT Transcript Thursday 11/14/02


As The World Turns Transcript Thursday 11/14/02

By Eric
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Hal: You get many vagrants in these cars?

Chester: Homeless, mostly. It was a fad for kids to jump the trains awhile back. But that died out when folks realized how dangerous it can be. That's why I was surprised to see your three teenagers. The firebug sent out the girls ahead of him while he distracted my dog with some food.

Hal: Craig?

Craig: Yeah?

Hal: Looks like they were camping out here.

Craig: Oh, look at this place, filthy. Oh, Lucy.

Hal: You have any idea which way they took off?

Chester: No, like I said, it was dark. I didn't see a car. My buddy at the gas station on the interstate said that he might have seen them heading south.

Hal: Did he say what they were driving?

Chester: Yeah, an old VW. Now from what my friend told me, I'd say that they were heading for the Maryland state line.

Craig: Then our tour of the country continues.

Hal: Next stop -- Maryland.

Alison: What I wouldn't give to sleep in a real bed tonight. And, hey, remember showers? I can just feel the hot water on me. I can smell the soap. I haven't even conditioned my hair since --

Lucy: Alison, why is it you're thinking you're so much worse off now than everyone else?

Aaron: Don't start, you two, please.

Alison: I was just saying --

Aaron: Yeah, yeah, yeah, we know what you were just saying. I'll see what I can do about getting us a place to stay.

Alison: What is this thing?

Kevin: You really don't know who this is?

Alison: Well, yeah, duh, I can see it's a turtle.

Kevin: Not just any turtle. It's Testudo, the terrapin, and "Terp" for short. It's the college mascot. All our teams are named after it.

Alison: Well, excuse me, I guess I don't get out much. You call your sports teams the "Terps"?

Kevin: Hey, don't knock it. We're all division one, you know? Basketball, football, lacrosse --

Lucy: Like she said, she doesn't get out much.

Kevin: Not even to rub Testudo's nose for good luck before an exam?

Alison: Yeah, I don't do exams.

Aaron: Hey, you look familiar. You live on campus?

Kevin: No, I live in a house off campus.

Aaron: Which one?

Kevin: Liberty house.

Aaron: Really? That's amazing. What a coincidence. I'm in that house at the University of Chicago. Hey, is it cool if me and my two friends crash on your floor tonight?

Kevin: There's no such thing as Liberty house at the University of Chicago.

Aaron: Sure there is.

Kevin: My brother goes there, I'd know. What's with you guys?

Alison: Let's just cut to the chase, okay? We're on the run because Aaron here has been accused of a crime he didn't commit, so the cops are after him. So it's been, like, eons since we've had a shower or a comfortable place to sleep.

Kevin: Oh, yeah. You're the Oakdale three, right?

Aaron: Yeah, we're the Oakdale three. You think you can hook us up with a place to stay?

Lucy: We can't really afford to pay you anything.

Aaron: But maybe there's something we could do in return.

Kevin: As a matter of a fact, there is something you can do. Come with me.

Aaron: Ha-ha!

Ben: Last thing I ever thought I'd do is agree with Marshall Travers.

Jessica: You think he's right about this?

Ben: Look, I don't want to sound unsupportive, but I really do not like the idea of you defending Paul Ryan in a murder case. I was hoping that you would take a break before you took on another job.

Jessica: And let Marshall think that I'm taking his advice? Advice that was meant to scare me off or put me in my place? I don't think so.

Isaac: Now Marshall obviously doesn't want to face you in court for a second time. He probably figured he got lucky with the Barbara Ryan trial.

Ben: All right, I know that you hate to say no to a challenge, but you have been a bundle of nerves. You weren't this wound up when you were trying to put Steinbeck away.

Jessica: I didn't' expect Paul to be denied bail. But that's just a stumbling block. I can handle it.

Isaac: So you're not gonna take Ben's advice any more than I would.

Jessica: No, no, I'm sorry, gentlemen, I'm on this case. And I have every intention of winning.

Ben: Fine. Your mind is set on it, I will do my best to be supportive. That doesn't mean I'm not gonna worry about you.

Jessica: Has he always been this overprotective? You should have seen the way he went after Marshall in the courtroom the other day.

Ben: The man was out of line. He put his hands on my woman.

Isaac: Wait a minute. He put his hands on you?

Jessica: He got a little overheated when he was trying to make his point.

Isaac: I don't care what he got. He better check himself before I do it for him.

Ben: Hey.

Isaac: You know?

Ben: Mm-hmm.

[Phone rings]

Isaac: Excuse me for a sec. Let me get that.

Jessica: Ooh, there's a lot of testosterone flying around this room.

Ben: No, my brother thinks the same way I do. Sometimes people like Travers need to be checked.

Jessica: Okay, listen, I have a request. I need for you to let me handle this my way. Okay, now, there's gonna be -- there may be a lot of mud slinging, a lot of name calling during this trial. And I wanna keep it to a minimum. So if you could refrain from giving Marshall a smack down, beat down for the moment, I'd appreciate it.

Ben: Fine. If you really believe that you can handle this, I believe in you. I will do my best to stay on the sidelines.

Jessica: Thank you.

Ben: But -- if I think that somebody is trying to hurt you, I'm not gonna stand by and let you get hurt, Jessica. I can't do that.

Jessica: I know. I don't want to get you hurt either, Ben. I would do anything to avoid that. But sometimes, it's just not in our power to stop bad things from happening.

Ben: Excuse me, Isaac, call me paranoid, but did this sound like somebody is trying to prepare me for something that I really don't want to know?

Isaac: Don't ask me. Ask the somebody.

Bonnie: Aren't you going to open the gate?

Jailer: He stays in there. And you stay out here. That's how it works.

Bonnie: Are you okay?

Paul: I could use some sleep. You ever listen to a Neil Diamond medley performed by two drunks all night?!

Bonnie: I am so sorry, Paul. You shouldn't be in here more than one day. You should at least be out on bail!

Paul: You know what? Don't take this the wrong way, but I'm starting to have my doubts about your mother's abilities.

Bonnie: Oh, come on, Paul, please don't give up on her. You have no idea how much this case means to her.

Paul: Oh, that's comforting.

Bonnie: No, I'm serious. She's totally committed, and she's going to win. You can count on it.

Paul: You know what? I am sick and tired of counting on other people. You know, at this point, I am through trusting anyone.

Bonnie: Even me? Look, let me do something for you. Let me be your eyes and your ears.

Paul: No, you've done too much already.

Bonnie: What does that mean?

Paul: The dramatic little scene in the courtroom with James? You should know by now how dangerous he is, how dangerous it is to get involved with him. And yet, you basically threw down a gauntlet.

Bonnie: Well, doesn't that prove I'm willing to take that risk if it means helping you?

Paul: Well, tell me something, Bonnie. When did we become such good friends?

Bonnie: I don't know. But you shouldn't be asking questions like that. I mean, you can use all the friends you can get.

Paul: Well, thanks. But I can't accept your help. I have enough to handle without worrying about what might happen to you. So the best thing you can do for me is turn around and walk out of here.

Bonnie: Well, like the man said, you're in there. And I'm out here. Can you really afford to refuse my help?

Paul: Bonnie, I do not accept your help, now leave! Get out!

Bonnie: Paul, just shut up and listen. Just take a look at this, and then decide whether or not you want me out of your hair.

Paul: What is that?

Bonnie: According to what you told the Police, you saw your father dressed in a vampire costume on the night Brandy was killed, right?

Paul: Yes, we know this, Bonnie.

Bonnie: Okay, well, who's going to miss a giant vampire walking around the Lakeview? Someone had to see him.

Paul: In case you haven't noticed, witnesses are pretty hard to come by in this particular case.

Bonnie: Just open the envelope, please.

Paul: Where did you get this?

Bonnie: Courtesy of Lucinda Walsh.

Paul: I don't understand.

Bonnie: Well, Miss Walsh gave me this photo, and then I scanned it into my computer and added the bloodsucking touches myself.

Paul: What -- Bonnie, what in the hell good is a doctored photo going to do me?

Bonnie: Did your father look like this on the night of Halloween, yes or no, Paul?

Paul: It's close.

Bonnie: Well, good. That's all I need to get started to ask anyone if they saw him. All we need is one, just one person to verify they saw James at the Lakeview dressed like this on the night in question, right?

Paul: It's a start.

Bonnie: And then we prove that your father set you up to shoot Brandy by putting her in the same costume he was wearing.

Paul: Don't make it sound so easy.

Bonnie: Look, I'll tell you what happens.

Paul: Bonnie -- be careful. I don't want Isaac coming down here and kicking my butt for getting you involved.

Bonnie: I got myself involved.

Paul: But most of all, watch out for my father. If he finds out what you're doing --

Bonnie: Do me a favor, Paul. Don't go writing my eulogy. No one's gonna be visiting my gravestone any time soon.

Ben: Okay, so, let's hear it. Are you preparing me for some bad news, or am I reading too much into this?

Jessica: Isaac, what do you do with him when he gets insecure?

Isaac: You know, I don't know. I'll let you two handle it. I've got problems of my own.

Ben: Hey, you got that right.

Isaac: Just work it out. Certainly would hate to see you two get your wires crossed. That'd be a shame.

Ben: You know, I'm kinda joking. Kind of. I do have insecurities like anybody else, but trying not to let them get the best of me.

Jessica: Well, good, good. Because I don't want you to have any doubt about our relationship.

Ben: Good. Then for the record -- tell me that I have nothing to be concerned about.

Jessica: All I'm saying is that, um, you know, I don't know where this trial's gonna go. And I'm prepared to handle whatever comes, but it could be unpleasant.

Ben: Okay.

Jessica: And what I'm saying is that if I forget to tell you how precious you are to me over the next few weeks, and how much I do adore you, then forgive me, okay, in advance.

Ben: I adore you, too.

[Phone rings] from now on, you turn off the cell phone before we kiss. It's the new rule.

Jessica: Okay.

[Phone rings] Jessica Griffin.

Marshall: Ms. Griffin --

Jessica: Yes, how can I help you?

Marshall: Can you talk?

Jessica: No, no, this isn't a good time, I'm afraid.

Marshall: Then we need to make time. It's urgent.

Jessica: Can you hold on a moment? This is going to take a minute.

Ben: You know what? That's fine. I need to call the hospital.

Jessica: Okay.

Ben: All right.

Jessica: What do you want? And this better be strictly professional.

Marshall: It's about Paul. If you want to do right by his case, you'll come down to the Police station right now. I have something that might make you happy. Professionally speaking, of course.

Jessica: Fine.

Marshall: And, Jessica, I can play along, but don't fool yourself into believing that things can ever be purely professional between us again. Because you couldn't be more wrong.

Barbara: I can't thank you enough for letting me stay with you.

John: It's all right. Forget it. That spare room needed a little life in it anyway.

Barbara: Well, I'm just so happy not to be alone and to get a good night's sleep for the first time in weeks.

John: Terrific. That's good. Just don't get too comfortable with the arrangement, okay?

Barbara: Oh, I see. Just when I think I'm walking back into the warm embrace of a time-honored friendship, you already telling me that your arms are tired?

John: Well, it's just that I'm -- I guess I'm not really that used to having a roommate around -- particularly a roommate with this much baggage.

Barbara: Okay, okay. I get the picture.

John: I'm not about to throw you out into the street, believe you me. I think you should stay, until you straighten out your life. If that's at all possible.

Barbara: I hope it is. It will be a dream come true.

John: Well, then we must make it a reality. Here you are. It's a card key, key card. Whatever. So you can come and go as you please. All right. I won't always be there to answer the doorbell.

Barbara: Okay. I'll try not to get in the way.

James: Well, well, what a pleasant surprise. Good doctor, how's life treating you, John?

John: It was treating me pretty good until you showed up. What do you want, Jimmy?

James: Well, I couldn't help notice the classic scene of a man giving a woman his house key. Which is very touching, maybe even romantic, except in this particular case, the woman happens to be my wife. Any thoughts on that, Mrs.. Steinbeck?

Kevin: And this is my girlfriend, Carol.

Carol: Hi.

Lucy: Hi.

Carol: It's nice to meet you.

Lucy: Nice to meet you.

Alison: Yeah, cool. Whatever. This is an awful long route to a hot shower.

Kevin: Carol's the captain of her ultimate Frisbee club.

Alison: Are they named after the turtles, too?

Carol: No, hares. You know, like, rabbits. We're "bad hare day."

Alison: You've gotta be kidding me.

Kevin: Aaron offered to help us out.

Carol: I'm sure he'll be great.

Aaron: So, uh, what do you need me to do?

Carol: I just want you to drum up a little enthusiasm for our ultimate Frisbee game.

Alison: Like a cheerleader?

Carol: Yeah, our regular guy got sick. Hey, Kevin, can you bring Aaron the costume?

Aaron: Costume?

Kevin: No sweat. Come on.

Carol: You play ultimate?

Lucy: I used to, at my boarding school.

Carol: Can you play today?

Lucy: Oh, I guess so.

Carol: Awesome. Most of our players got -- have that cold that's going around, so we're short a few players.

Alison: I'm sorry.

[Alison coughing]

Carol: Well, I guess it's just us then. Let's go.

Alison: Wait, wait, wait! I can play. Uh, I'm not feeling that bad.

Lucy: Alison, you've never played ultimate Frisbee before, have you?

Alison: It's a Frisbee, you just throw it around. What's the big deal? What is that?!

Lucy: A giant rabbit?

Kevin: Excuse me, a little respect? This is the bad hare himself.

Alison: Aaron, is that you under there? Can you breathe under there?

Lucy: Yeah, Aaron. Say something, so we know that you're not being smothered to death.

Aaron: Man, it's about a billion degrees in here.

Kevin: Put your head back on. You'll spoil the illusion.

Aaron: Right. Someone might not think I'm really a rabbit.

Lucy: Yeah. Well, you make an adorable bunny.

Alison: Yeah. You and bugs --

Carol: Hey, you guys, come on. Let's go.

Hal: This friend of yours at the gas station, did he actually talk to the kids?

Chester: No. He just watched which way they went when they left.

Craig: Well, did he say what they were doing there?

Chester: They weren't buying gas. Used the facilities, and took off.

Hal: All right. Thanks. Listen, you call me if you hear anything else.

Chester: Will do.

Craig: Thanks.

Hal: What's that?

Craig: I don't know. It's lip balm, the kind Lucy uses. Did you ever think they'd be on the run this long? They'd be this desperate, Hal?

Hal: No.

Craig: She's auctioned off her jacket for pocket money. How long can they last?

Jessica: Ben, I need to get down to the police station.

Ben: Is something else wrong?

Jessica: Um, it's just business with Paul's case.

Ben: Oh, so did Margo have good news or bad news?

Jessica: Well, we'll have to see. You have to get back to the hospital?

Ben: Yeah, now. I just found out I have to meet with the family of a patient.

Jessica: Okay.

Ben: Okay. I'll see you later?

Jessica: Yeah. Mm-hmm.

Ben: Okay.

Isaac: You always throw on perfume before rushing off to the police station?

Jessica: Just freshening up. Have you heard of a thing called "female vanity"?

Isaac: I have. But, all the times I've known you, Jessica, you tear out on business, you never cared what you looked like. You're too busy.

Jessica: Well, that's when I was prosecutor. Now, I have to forge a new reputation. Paul's my first private client, and if I want there to be more, then I have to put my best foot forward. Gotta go. See ya later.

Barbara: I don't like what you're implying, James. My friendship with John is none of your concern, and none of your business.

John: Wait a minute! Barbara, you know, you don't owe this guy any explanations at all. You're not welcomed here, Jimmy.

James: Really? Why don't we just be open with one another, John. I mean, you and I are both men of the world. I know how things are. I know how an old flame can burn again. Especially considering -- I don't know how to put this -- especially considering the painful history that you and Barb share. I think we should just all be adults here.

John: Boy, I can hardly wait to hear what your definition of an "adult" is.

James: No use to be coy about it, Dixon. Let's just be honest with one another.

John: You want honesty? You want complete disclosure?

James: Yes.

John: Well, then, I guess I should tell you what Barbara and I have been doing all night long. We've been making love like there would be no tomorrow. Isn't that right, darling?

James: Swinging from the chandelier, no doubt.

John: You know when you get in these habits, they're very tough to break.

Barbara: John, please, don't give away all of our secrets. All right? James, I'm sorry, but you wanted honesty.

James: Yes. Well, thank you so much for that. It's certainly been a lot of fun. But, if you don't mind, I'd like some private moments with my wife, doctor.

John: Listen to me --

Barbara: It's okay, John.

John: You're an inspiration, Jimmy. I'm gonna go steal a newspaper.

James: I don't know why I suddenly feel like throwing up. But, of course, I mean, you -- but, listen, your -- your private life is your business.

Barbara: Oh, you're willing to share me? How thoroughly modern.

James: Well, darling, our marriage is hardly what one would call "conventional." But, on the other hand, carrying on with John Dixon is not the surest way to help our son. In fact, if you're not real careful, it could cause him a world of problems.

Barbara: I am not carrying on with John. He is merely a very good friend.

James: You should understand one thing, Barbara. Dixon's in no position to help our son. You are the only person in the world that can make Paul's legal problems just disappear. You simply agree to go away with me and live with me as my wife. But, after seeing you cozy up to Dixon, even if it was for show, it seems like you're not seriously considering my offer, which is sad.

Barbara: I can't go away with you. You know that. Even if I were insane enough to want to, I couldn't. I have a son lying in the hospital fighting for his life. I'm not gonna leave him.

James: Well, life is full of difficult choices, Barbara. I certainly do not envy your position - having to choose the welfare of one son over another. I just sincerely hope that nothing worse happens to either one of your boys.

Barbara: Meaning what?

James: Oh, I see the good doctor has returned. I think I've made my point, my dear. The choice is yours. John?

John: What's that all about?

Barbara: I couldn't possibly explain. I have to get out of here. I want to see Will.

John: Barbara, listen to --

Bonnie: Thanks for meeting with me. Now, you both were working on the night of Jack Snyder's wedding to Carly Tenney, right?

Waiter #1: It was Halloween.

Bonnie: This may seem obvious, but do you remember seeing anyone walking around in a costume that evening?

Waiter #2: Some people were having a costume party in their penthouse.

Waiter #1: The Mandelbaums.

Waiter #2: Right. Only, most of them came through the back entrance.

Waiter #1: There's a private elevator there.

Bonnie: Do you recall seeing anyone who looked like this?

Waiter #1: Maybe. There was a big crowd here for that party.

Waiter #2: He could have been here. It's hard to say.

Bonnie: Okay. Thank you. Thank you very much. If you can remember anything at all, please give me a call?

Events manager: Hi. Ms. McKechnie?

Bonnie: Yes?

Events manger: Hi, I'm Greg Porter, the events manager. You wanted to see me?

Bonnie: Oh, yes, Mr. Porter, please have a seat.

Events manager: Thank you.

Bonnie: Maybe you can help me. I am looking for someone -- a man. I believe he was here on the night Jack Snyder married Carly Tenney.

Events manager: Sure. What's the man's name?

Bonnie: Actually, all I have is a picture.

Events manager: Yeah, I think I remember him.

Bonnie: You do? You do? Where did he - where did he go? Where'd you see him? When did he come in?

Events manager: Well, that wedding was to be canceled at the last minute. When I finally got the call to go ahead with the preparations, that man wandered into the dining room.

Bonnie: Did he say anything to you?

Events manager: Well, I assumed he was lost. There was a costume party on the penthouse floor. I just figured that's where he wanted to go, so I sent him up. Was that a mistake?

Bonnie: No. No, not at all. Mr. Porter, would you be willing to testify that you saw this man dressed like this on Halloween night?

Events manager: Well, I suppose. You're not with the cops, are you? I mean, I already told them everything I saw the night that poor woman was murdered.

Bonnie: No. No, I just needed to verify that you can recognize this man.

Events manager: Well, there were a couple of Dracula's out that evening. But this one was -- there was something about him. More real than the others.

Bonnie: Figures. Thank you so much. You've been a great help. I will definitely be in touch.

Cop: Ms. Griffin?

Jessica: Yeah?

Cop: Here's the toxicology report on Paul Ryan. Detective Hughes thought you might be interested.

Jessica: Thanks. I think I just caught a break.

Cop: It's weird seeing you work for the other side, but best of luck.

Jessica: Thank you. All right, I can work with this.

Marshall: Don't get too happy about that report.

Jessica: Why not? It's good for my case.

Marshall: If you step into the interrogation room, I'll tell you why it's not.

Jessica: Now, if you were defending Paul Ryan, you'd be loving this. Since you're not, I can only assume that what's in this information scares the hell out of you.

Marshall: That's not why I'm ready to cut a deal.

Jessica: A deal? The state's ready to play ball, but it has nothing to do with the fact that what's in this evidence weakens your case? Now how does that work?

Marshall: I'm prepared to drop the charges from murder one to voluntary manslaughter.

Jessica: Manslaughter?

Marshall: If your client's a good boy, he gets out in three years.

Jessica: That's not a deal. Forget it.

Marshall: If you were still in this office, I'd get exactly what I'm giving you, maybe even less. Take the offer.

Jessica: Paul Ryan is not gonna serve one hour in jail. This toxicology report proves that my client was drugged on the night of the murder.

Marshall: No. That report shows that he had drugs in his system.

Jessica: And Paul believes --

Marshall: Yes. But how did he get the drugs in his system to start with?

Jessica: Oh, please. You're not suggesting that he took something intentionally?

Marshall: Jessica -- if I can establish that he's taken as much as an aspirin in his life, I'll blow your case right out of the water. You have nothing. So let's be reasonable. Take the deal, avoid going to trial. And avoid embarrassing yourself when you lose.

Jessica: Oh, well, where did all of this concern come from all of the sudden? Weren't you the man who said he would do whatever he had to do to take me down?

Marshall: I spoke out of turn on that.

Jessica: Didn't seem that way. You made it perfectly clear that you were too busy being James Steinbeck's personal Mr. Fix-it to care about anybody else.

Marshall: I regret saying that. I hated every word that came out of my mouth.

Jessica: Too late.

Marshall: Don't say that. You know damn well I care about what happens to you.

Jessica: It doesn't matter.

Marshall: It doesn't matter? Can you honestly feel me standing this close to you and say it doesn't matter?

Jessica: I won't say I never think about what happened between us. But I push it out of my mind. I push it out of my mind with every ounce of strength I have.

Marshall: Well, you're a lot stronger than I am. I think about us all the time, Jessica. I want you. No, more than that. I love you, Jessica. I love you --

Jessica: No, no, no. You say you love me. You want me. But that's only because I've made it perfectly clear you can't have me.

Marshall: You say that. Doesn't mean I believe it.

Jessica: Just stop, okay? We can't do this. I can never love you, Marshall. I will never love you back. I could never love a man who's supposed to uphold the law but instead serves a criminal. Even if that were to change --

Marshall: Yes?

Jessica: -- It wouldn't matter. I've discussed this with Paul. No deal. I'll see you in court.

Bonnie: Hey. Have you seen my mother?

Isaac: Gee. For an instant there, I thought you were actually here to do that inventory you've been ignoring.

Bonnie: Look, I know I've let a few things pile up. But I've been doing something very important.

Isaac: Oh, I see.

Bonnie: No, really, I will get to the inventory. I promise. But, first, I've got to find my mother. I have something very --

Isaac: Important that's going on? See, I get that. But, for me, something important would be the business that I've built with my sweat, with my hard labor, the business you insisted on owning right alongside me. So, now that you're part owner, why aren't you partly interested on what's going on here?

Bonnie: I am interested. Of course, I'm interested. Look, Isaac, I can't apologize enough. But yesterday was Paul's arraignment. And if I don't get --

Isaac: You know, I wanted to go to Paul's court appearance, too, but I had things to do -- here. So did you. Obviously, this place is more important to me than it is to you. And I don't like what that says about us.

Bonnie: Well, you're right. Hey, you're right. I haven't been pulling my weight around here. But it's like, ever since I saw Brandy's body laying there, it's just --

Isaac: You know, this started way before what happened to Brandy, way before your mom ran for D.A., when you started trying to dig up dirt on Marshall Travers, messing with surveillance equipment. And now there's all this talk about tapes. And something's going on between you and your mom that you won't talk about. I'm in the dark, Bonnie, and I don't like it.

Bonnie: I'm sorry.

Isaac: You know, something -- whatever it is that's going on, it's pulling you away from me. And I'm also starting to get some weird vibes about Ben.

Bonnie: What about Ben?

Isaac: I don't know. But I'm getting the distinct feeling that something's about to hurt him really bad. And since my brother is the most decent human being that I know in this world, I can't let that happen. So, what's the deal, Bonnie?

Bonnie: I wish I could talk to you about it. I really do. But, honestly, sweetie, it'll just make it worse.

Isaac: Do you call that an answer?

Bonnie: Please -- try to understand here. Someone we know, someone who worked for us was killed. One of our friends was accused of that crime, Isaac. Now, you know me better than that. I've got to do something to help here.

Isaac: Correct me if you want, but isn't that a matter for the police?

Bonnie: Yes. But --

Isaac: Then you have no business sticking your nose in it, do you?

Bonnie: Technically, no. But if --

Isaac: Good. Then I trust we understand each other.

Bonnie: Isaac, I have to make a quick run really quick.

Isaac: I don't believe this. Didn't we just --

Bonnie: Yes, we did. I heard what you said. Did I agree with it? I don't know. But what I do know is that -- and I'm so sorry for this -- but I have to go. I have to. But I'll be back as soon as possible. I promise.

Isaac: Bonnie!

Aaron: Let's give them a bad hare day! Yeah!

[All cheering] keep going, Lucy. Keep going. You're doing good. You're doing good.

Lucy: Over here! Over here! Over here! Ow. Alison, what are you doing?

Alison: Sorry.

Lucy: This isn't a contact sport. We're on the same team.

Alison: Don't get so nasty. It was an accident.

Lucy: Yeah, right.

[Crowd cheering]

Lucy: I am so sick of you, Alison!

Alison: Little miss "I played ultimate at boarding school" --

Aaron: Break it up! Break it up!

Kevin: Hey, this is a sport, not a smack down.

Aaron: What is with you two?

Lucy: I'm sorry. I'm just -- I'm just so tired and hungry. And if I don't get something to eat soon, I'm gonna faint.

Aaron: Okay. Your turn.

Alison: Yeah, I'm sorry, too, Lucy.

Aaron: Well, that's better.

Kevin: I'll take you guys back to my place. We can get something to eat and get cleaned up. And, by the way, as a cheerleader? You're not half bad. Hey, let's hear it for these guys stepping in for us at the last minute!

[Crowd cheering] are they great, or what?

Lucy: Hear that? You could have a new career.

Alison: Yeah. Why fix motorcycles when you can be a rabbit?

Aaron: Okay. Hey, you guys tell anybody about this, and you are so dead.

[Crowd cheering]

Hal: He didn't get the license plate number because the plates were covered with mud. And I'm sure that Aaron made sure of that.

Craig: Yeah, we're building up quite a network of informants, aren't we, Hal? Sleazy motel clerks, gas station attendants. And we're getting close to nowhere fast.

Hal: Well, I have to admit, it's taken longer to track them than I thought. But I have a theory, Craig.

Craig: I'm listening.

Hal: Well, it's bound to get cold soon. The kids are exposed, sleeping outside. They've got to be feeling it.

Craig: You think they're going south for warmer weather?

Hal: Mm-hmm, eventually.

Craig: Florida?

Hal: Probably. We'll try Maryland first. We'll take it from there. I'll do anything you say, Craig. I don't want Lucy out there one more day. I want this over as much as you do, especially with the people back home beginning to buy into this lie that Will started that fire and is not telling the truth about it. I'm not gonna let that fly.

Craig: Well, then we will check every state university, college and halfway house from here to Florida. They're bound to run out of options sooner or later.

Hal: Let's make sure that we're there when they do.

Paul: Bonnie, they let you back in here already? You've got to give this a rest. Hey, guard!

Bonnie: Would you stop it please. Paul!

Paul: Guard! Get her out of here!

Bonnie: I am a duchess. And, apparently, that carries some weight around here. Now stop your crying. I've got news. Has my mother been by to see you yet?

Paul: No. Apparently, she's decided to let me rot.

Bonnie: Okay. Well, she's gonna love what I have to tell her, and so are you. The events manager at the Lakeview recognized the Steinbeck as Dracula picture. Oh, come on, Paul. This is the closest we've gotten to placing jams at the crime scene. Can I at least get a smile?

Paul: Thanks.

Bonnie: Well, gratitude? Well, it's good to see you haven't completely abandoned your servility.

Paul: Why are you doing all of this?

Bonnie: I can't stand the hold that man has on this town. He is a murderer, Paul. He has engineered his own son's imprisonment, not to mention he has a tape that could potentially ruin my mother's entire life. Oh, and I should also mention he called me a little girl and told me I should go back playing behind the bar, which really --

Paul: Wait, when was this? When -- when was this?

Bonnie: Oh, I didn't tell you?

Paul: No. When I saw what you did in the courtroom, I told you -- I specifically told you never to talk to that man again under any circumstances. Now what happened?

Bonnie: I was kind of spying on him, and I kind of got caught.

Paul: Bonnie, do you wanna die?! Do you wanna die?! Because that's exactly -- that's exactly what will mysteriously happen if you keep this up. And knowing my father, he'll find a way to pin your murder on me. So you've got to stop flashing his photo around. You understand me? He's onto you!

Bonnie: Oh, Paul -- a man like Steinbeck doesn't take me seriously. I'm barely a blip on the radar. All he sees me as is a hot-headed barmaid.

Paul: No, no, no. He knows you're a lot more than that.

Bonnie: Fine. I'll be careful.

Jailer: I've let you stay long enough, ma'am. Visiting hours really are over.

Bonnie: Okay. Okay. I was getting ready to leave anyway. Yeah, before Isaac kills me. Hang in there.

Paul: Well, I guess I can't stop you.

Bonnie: Nope.

Paul: Hey, Bonnie? There are a lot of people, including me, that like having you in our lives. So be careful, all right?

Marshall: I spoke to Jessica.

James: Uh-huh. And how is our beautiful legal eagle?

Marshall: She refused to cut a deal for Paul.

James: She wants to take her chances in court?

Marshall: It would seem so.

James: So you've lost your powers of persuasion?

Marshall: It would seem so.

James: I see. Trials are so boring. It's a pity she wants to go to court. I have done everything in my power to avoid a trial. But if it's court she wants, court she will get. And I'm sure that justice will be done -- especially with you at the bar. Carry on. Oh, Marshall -- the little duchess McKechnie has become a problem -- a problem that I would like to eliminate. Do you have any thoughts on that?

Isaac: Jessica Griffin?! Is Jessica Griffin here?

Cop: What's your problem, pal?

Isaac: Get off me, man.

Jessica: It's okay. It's okay, officer. I know him. Isaac, what do you think you're doing?

Isaac: I came down here to ask you the same thing.

Jessica: What do you mean?

Isaac: I'm not quite sure. But I'm gonna get to the bottom of it. You're gonna level with me.

Jessica: About what?

Isaac: About whatever it is that you're hiding. Because -- I'm not trying to get into your business -- but it's tearing me and Bonnie apart. And I can't have that. I love her too much.

Jessica: You know, you're starting to sound like Ben. And I'm gonna tell you what I told him --

Isaac: Save it. Ben may be willing to believe that nothing's wrong, but I know better. And I've known better for a long time.

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