As The World Turns Transcript Wednesday 11/27/02
Proofread by Ebele
[Knock at door]
Hal: Who is it?
Hal: Who is it? It's you. What are you doing here?
Emily: Happy Thanksgiving, you turkey.
James: Well, well, well, there's my little Thanksgiving pilgrim.
Barbara: What's all this? When I invited you for Thanksgiving, I didn't expect you to do anything. I said I was going to do all the cooking.
James: Darling, haven't you realized by now that life with me is going to be one glorious surprise? I hope you're hungry. I am.
Jessica: Oh, Kim, that's beautiful. Oh, my goodness, what have we here?
Nancy: Oh, it's a good --
Jessica: Your specialty?
Nancy: Hello, dear. Happy Thanksgiving.
Jessica: Oh, my goodness.
Ben: Well, food smells great. You look delicious.
Jessica: Thank you. And I couldn't have done it without you.
Ben: Why don't you get that?
Ben: And I will take all this to the kitchen.
Jessica: Thanks, thanks.
Bonnie: Happy Thanksgiving!
Jessica: Happy Thanksgiving! Get in here. Hey, Isaac. You can take that in the kitchen --
Bonnie: Mom, we have a huge problem. Isaac thinks he knows all about you and Marshall, and he's threatening to tell Ben.
Jack: Hey, guys.
Molly: Happy turkey.
Jack: Well, thank you. I am happy, but don't call me turkey.
Molly: He's funny. Hey!
Molly: Happy Thanksgiving, Emma. Thank you for having us.
Emma: Well, we love company. Don't we, handsome?
Jack: Well, he takes after me.
Emma: Yes, he does. Little sweetheart. Hmm?
Molly: Hey, cuz. Where's my main man?
Carly: If you're referring to Parker, he's upstairs.
Molly: Okay, well, I think I'm gonna run up and pay him a visit, if that's okay with you, Emma.
Emma: Well, you remind him that he promised to fill my olive bowls, okay?
Molly: I will.
Emma: Uh-oh. Uh-oh.
Jack: What's that?
Emma: I think we need a little changing here.
Jack: Come here, big guy. Let's go get you cleaned up. Come on.
Emma: I'll give him -- I'll give him a little hand.
Jack: Oh, wonderful.
Emma: Take your coat off, Mike. Carly, would you start my gravy roux for me, sweetheart? Thank you.
Carly: The roux, yeah.
Mike: Um, you'll need a saucepan.
Carly: I knew that.
Mike: A roux's just melted butter with flour sifted through it a little bit at a time till it's creamy.
Carly: Whatever you say.
Mike: Carly, what's going on?
Carly: I'm making roux.
Carly: Rosanna could be outside with a camera or Henry?
Mike: I'm keeping you from burning the butter.
Carly: Believe me, the butter's already burnt.
Mike: Carly --
Carly: Do you think that I'm gonna have a discussion with you with Molly and Jack just upstairs?
Mike: It's gonna look a lot weirder if we start acting like we never met. We're friends.
Carly: And we are lying to people who love us. And I hate it.
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Alison: I'd rather eat worms.
Father Tim: Hey there. Welcome to St. Rose of Lima Mission. Can I offer you folks some dinner?
Alison: No, thanks. We're not hungry.
Aaron: Yeah, I'm not sure if we exactly qualify. See, me and my friends, we're actually -- we're sort of traveling. And we ran short of cash.
Father Tim: Do you have a home in the area?
Lucy: Not in the area, no, sir.
Father Tim: Then grab yourselves a plate and make yourselves at home.
Lucy: Thank you.
Alison: Let's go.
Aaron: Alison, we only got 15 to 20 bucks left.
Alison: I saw this cop show once, and they stake out homeless shelters. And father smiley over there --
Lucy: Do you see any cops?
Alison: They could be undercover.
Aaron: We're staying.
Emily: So, you were going to sit here in this very elegant motel room on Thanksgiving and not call your wife?
Hal: Hey, I brought myself a turkey hero.
Emily: You are my turkey hero. All right, come on. You are coming home with me. And we're going to have dinner at the Lakeview. You can visit Will, and we can fool around in a bed that doesn't have a coin slot.
Hal: It's got a coin slot
Emily: Come on, we can be home in two hours.
Hal: Look, if you'd called, I could've arranged for us to have -- stay somewhere nicer. You know what? As a matter of fact, I'll find someplace right now where we could go --
Emily: I want to go home, Hal.
Hal: You think that I don't, Emily? Look, I -- I should've called and made things right with you. I mean, the way I left -- I'm sorry, Emily. I wasn't playing fair.
Emily: You think I don't understand what you're doing here? Every day Alison doesn't call me is just another night I don't sleep. I'm worried about you.
Jessica: What do you mean, Isaac knows about Marshall?
Bonnie: I don't know. Somehow he's put it all together, and now he's looking for proof. And if he finds it, mom, I'm afraid he's going to go straight to Ben. And you've got to do something. Or -- if Isaac finds out that I was lying to him in order to protect you, it is over for us. I know it. I know it.
Jessica: No, sweetie, listen, I'm sorry I got you in the middle of this, but I --
Bonnie: I'm not trying to blame you. I'm just saying, all the lying, all the secrets, it's gotta stop. You've got to go tell Ben the truth.
Lisa: Here, darling, open. Is that good or is that good?
Lisa: It's Kim's secret recipe. We've gotta get it from her. And then we'll feature it at Java underground.
Bonnie: Good idea.
Jessica: That's a great idea. Excuse me.
Lisa: Oh, oh -- Tom and Margo are going to be a little late.
Jessica: That's fine. We'll hold dinner for them.
Kim: Jess, honey, I hope you don't mind. But I promised Paul that we'd bring him a little Thanksgiving dinner.
Jessica: Oh, of course.
Kim: It just breaks my heart that he's in jail. It's not fair. Everybody knows he didn't kill that girl.
Isaac: And yet the man that put him behind bars, Mr. T. Marshall Travers, is free as a bird. Free to stuff his face full of pheasant and drink champagne. Put the moves on beautiful women. No doubt, another man's wife. 'Cause that's his style. Marshall Travers, he likes to poach. There you go. Thank you. Makes it more exciting to him. More of a challenge. Although I can't for the life of me figure out what kind of a low-class, self-hating woman would fall for a chump like that.
Carly: This may be easy for you, looking at Molly and lying to her --
Mike: Of course it's not easy, but you and I agreed.
Carly: Right. So, what, I should just suck it up and make the best of it?
Mike: You want to tell her?
Carly: Is this before or after the turkey?
Mike: Later tonight. Molly and I will come by your house.
Carly: Okay. And we can all sit down, open up a bottle of wine, and we can rip their hearts out. I'm supposed to be happy right now. I just married a man I love.
Mike: You're allowed to be angry. I should've put on the brakes. I didn't.
Carly: I'm not mad at you.
Mike: Then at Julia for orchestrating this whole mess with the baby, or Rosanna for trying to stick it to you.
Carly: Rosanna -- every time I look at her, it's like she has a loaded gun aimed right at my heart.
Mike: She's got no ammunition.
Carly: She is not gonna give up until she finds some.
Mike: That's her problem. All you gotta do is --
Carly: Right. I gotta suck it up, make the best of it. I remember.
Mike: No. I was gonna say find something good and hang onto it.
Carly: How can this be so easy for you?
Mike: You think this is easy for me? I look at Molly, and I feel like a traitor. Even though we were free agents -- still, this would hurt her, and it kills me. But I know if I keep doing the next right thing, I'll get there. And we'll build something. All this, you know, will be in the past.
Carly: And how long is that supposed to take?
Mike: I don't know.
Carly: And in the meantime, every time she touches you, and it feels like a lie, and everything you've ever wanted in this life -- to be close to somebody, to feel safe -- it's out of reach, right? And you can't even talk about it. And that makes it worse, and the lie just gets bigger and bigger, and it won't go --
Mike: Carly --
Jack: He doesn't even call his own plays.
Molly: I'm sorry, Jack, my money's still on the --
Jack: What happened? What's going on?
Ben: Hey, come on in.
Daniel: Happy Thanksgiving!
Tom: Thank you very much for having us.
Lisa: Happy to you, too. Come over here.
Bonnie: Can I talk to you for a minute?
Margo: Sure. Where's your mom?
Bonnie: In the kitchen. Margo, I know you know about Marshall and the tape. You are my mother's dearest and closest friend. Can you please talk to her? You've got to convince her to tell Ben about this tape before Isaac does.
Margo: Isaac knows about the tape?
Bonnie: Well, he thinks he knows about the whole affair, but it doesn't matter. He's threatening to go to Ben with it.
Margo: All right, yeah, yeah, I'll talk to your mom.
Ben: Hey, bro, that was some speech. What's going on? Why are you so uptight? What is it, Bonnie? Are you two okay?
Isaac: When have you known me and Bonnie to ever be okay?
Ben: Hey, just -- hey, look, I'll let you deal with it, all right?
Isaac: Hey -- look, I'm sorry. Okay? I've been a little on edge lately. It's not you. It's me. And I apologize.
Ben: It's all right.
Jessica: All right, everybody, gather around. The time has come. Oh, good, Tom, Margo, you're here. Join us, join us. Everybody pull up a chair. Yeah, would you set that here? Oh, thank you. Hey.
Lisa: That's so beautiful.
Jessica: Looks beautiful. Sweetie.
Barbara: Um, James, please, I'm -- I'm not ready for that.
James: Oh. First she stabs me in Singapore. And now she's playing the coquette. What a woman.
Barbara: You have my son locked up for murder. That doesn't exactly endear you to me.
James: Oh, well, you hold the key to that, darling. You come away with me, and Paul just waltzes right out of jail.
Barbara: And how is that? Marshall Travers is not gonna let him just go.
James: Marshall will do what he's told.
James: You're free, darling. He did that.
Barbara: He was defending me. It was a win-win situation. With Paul, if he lets him go, he looks like a fool.
James: He'll survive.
Barbara: I don't care if Marshall Travers floats naked down the Yangtze River. What I care about is Paul. Now, if you convince me that you have Travers under control, maybe, just maybe, I might consider your offer.
Emily: Hal, I want the kids found every bit as much as you do, but not if it means it gets you sick. I want you home.
Hal: Well, that makes two of us, Emily. But I have responsibilities. I have responsibilities to Will, and I have responsibilities to you. And this is partially my fault. You know, if Alison felt that she could've come to me, Aaron Snyder never would have shanghaied her.
Emily: Wait, wait, wait, nobody shanghais Alison unless she wants to be shanghaied, Hal.
Hal: She thinks that she's in love! And Aaron Snyder knows that. He used her just like he used Lucy.
Emily: Oh, come on. That's Craig talking.
Hal: We are talking about a 17-year-old kid with a juvenile record who convinces a teenage girl to break him out of jail. Then what does he do? He leaves her alone to face the music, and he takes off with another teenage girl --
Emily: You know, if you had bothered to answer any of Margo's calls, you'd realize that the case around him is collapsing, Hal.
Hal: I have eyewitness testimony from my son. Emily, do you think that Will set that fire and then just stood there while the place went up in flames?
Emily: I'm not blaming Will.
Hal: Well, then how did Will get hurt if Aaron Snyder is innocent?
Emily: I don't know. I don't know. And you know what? Neither do you. But you just can't live with what's happening here, so you're out there trying to make it right. But chasing after the wrong boy isn't going to do that, Hal. And it could end up hurting you. And then what? Then -- what's going to happen? I mean, it's not going to help anyone, least of all Will.
Hal: Thank you for sharing that, Emily. And now, if you don't mind, I have a lot of work I have to do.
Aaron: I know I'm hungry, but tell me this is not the best Thanksgiving meal you've ever eaten.
Lucy: It's great.
Alison: Lucy, can you pass that cranberry sauce? What?
Lucy: Better than worms?
Alison: When are you gonna understand that I say what I feel and not what I mean?
[Lucy and Aaron laugh]
Lucy: Don't you think we already know that about you?
Alison: Watch out or you're gonna wear this.
Lucy: Trust me, it'd be an improvement.
Father Tim: So how do you like our down-home cooking?
Aaron: Oh, it's great. Thank you very much.
Alison: But we should really go.
Lucy: Alison, we're not through eating.
Father Tim: Take your time. It's hard to stay one step ahead of the law on empty stomachs.
Alison: I knew it.
Carly: I'm okay. Just a holiday meltdown.
Jack: You wanna take a walk?
Carly: No. I'll just freshen up.
Molly: I'll go talk to her, Jack.
Jack: No, this is -- it's all about the baby. It's rough, and I -- I don't think I need to explain why. The kid's Julia's, and Julia --
Molly: -- Is a nightmare.
Jack: Well, she's all too real. And Carly is having a tough time. I know she wants to care for the baby -- she's a mother. It's only natural. But then she thinks about what it all means and -- it's rough. So could you tell her that -- there's no rush, the baby's not going anywhere and that she doesn't need to feel guilty for not being able to open herself up yet? And tell her that I'm in no hurry. And that I love her.
Carly: I'm sorry.
Jack: No. No, it's okay --
Carly: It isn't. It's Thanksgiving. It's a happy day.
Molly: Yeah, and we're gonna go get some air. Come on. So you gonna tell me?
Carly: I don't even know where to begin.
Molly: Well -- you and Jack got in a fight. You had a -- I don't know what to call it other than a one-night stand -- with someone. You won't tell me who.
Carly: This isn't about that. That's -- that's a nonissue.
Molly: So is it Jack?
Carly: No. No. How could it be Jack? The man's a saint. He's kind and loving and patient and brave and -- paternal. He's like superdad. Changing diapers and getting up for the 2:00 a.m. feedings.
Molly: So you're mad at him.
Carly: I'm mad at the situation.
Molly: Carly, he doesn't expect you to adjust to the situation overnight. He doesn't. He's just worried that you think you have to be supermom to his superdad. and he doesn't expect that of you.
Carly: Jack thinks I'm trying too hard?
Molly: Something like that.
Carly: Molly, I'm not trying at all. I look at Jackie jr. -- And I know it isn't his fault, but I can't help it. I hate him. I hate Jack's son.
Molly: Carly, you can't hate a baby.
Carly: Yes, you can.
Molly: No, you can't. I mean, you might hate what a baby's doing to you -- Julia aside, changing diapers on your honeymoon?
Carly: What honeymoon, Molly?
Molly: Okay, there's that. So there's no wonder --
Carly: I know how it sounds -- hating a baby. And if there was something I could do about it, I would. But every time I look at Jackie jr., all I see is Julia's face. That is never gonna change, no matter what Margo says.
Carly: Well, she had to deal with Daniel. Emily is no Julia, so they were able to work it out. Julia is a certified psychopath whose main purpose in life is to try to destroy mine.
Emma: Molly, Carly! We're about ready.
Molly: Thanks, Emma.
Mike: Thanks, little buddy. Here we go.
Parker: Mommy, uncle Mike's a horse!
Carly: Let's watch Jack cut up that squash. Okay?
Molly: Oh, Emma, that squash is obscene.
Emma: Yeah, it's really big this year, isn't it? Well, Mike, I think you have the weapon, right? The hacksaw.
Mike: Yes, ma'am. Yes, ma'am. Excuse me.
Jack: Yes, if you'll just sedate the patient.
Mike: This won't hurt a bit.
Emma: You're about to witness -- he's sleeping, but we'll tell you. You're about to witness a little bit of family history here. Every Thanksgiving, for as long as I can remember, we find the biggest, biggest, ripest squash in all of my garden. And then we get two big, strong men like your daddy here and your uncle Mike --
Jack: There we go.
Emma: We cut it up. And then Emma takes it, and we put it in the oven. We put lots of brown sugar and all kinds of good things, and then I cook it. And that is the end of the story.
Molly: Not quite. Then we get to eat her.
Jack: That's right.
Emma: We eat her.
Jack: All right, well, you know what? Here's a few pieces for you.
Emma: Oh, I think I can carry it. Carly, can you take him?
Carly: What? What?
Emma: There you go. So I can find that pan. Oh, yes.
Parker: Mommy, can I see the baby?
Molly: Honey, what is it?
Emily: Don't push me away.
Hal: It's not you, Emily. Look, I think like a cop. I think like a father. And okay, I think like a man, too. And there is no way that I am gonna let two young girls run around out there with some jerk, and that is final.
Emily: What about me? Hmm? And the boys?
Hal: Emily, I have every faith that you can hold down the fort --
Emily: I don't want to hold down the fort. And you know what? This is just -- it's not justified. I'm sorry. It isn't.
Hal: What are you saying?
Emily: I'm trying to understand you. I know you promised Will. I know you're worried about the girls. I have told myself 100 times that these are necessary sacrifices. Sleeping alone every night. Not knowing where you are, when you're coming home. Having to endure Barbara's tirades and making yet another lame promise to your son. You're his father, Hal. He needs you. He needs to hear your voice. He needs to feel your hand. He doesn't need this ridiculous crusade, Hal. It's not going to make him wake up a moment sooner. Steinbeck is out there. James Steinbeck is out there. And you're chasing after some 17-year-old boy. This is crazy!
Hal: Why do you think I sent you to Margo's, Emily?!
Emily: I'm not worried about -- I'm not worried about me. I'm worried about Will. And don't tell me that you've posted a guard at his door. Because I haven't met a guard that he couldn't eat for lunch -- what? What are you laughing at?
Hal: You. You know, I -- I haven't been able to sleep past about 3:00 a.m. For a long time. Maybe it's all the coffee or something, but I wake up, and I reach out for you and -- and you're not here. And it's just so damned good to see you.
Emily: Are you trying to charm me?
Hal: Is it working?
Emily: You know it always does. But it's not enough. It just is not enough. I need you home. I can't do this, all right? I can't do it all -- the kids and work and all these problems -- I need you.
Hal: Just a little while longer --
Emily: No! No! You either come home with me tonight -- or I'm worried about you and me.
Alison: You recognized us when we came in, didn't you? I told you we couldn't trust him.
Lucy: How much time do we have before the Police get here?
Aaron: We should get out of here. Thank you very much for the food --
Father Tim: Easy, son. This mission is like a church. And in a church, you have sanctuary.
Alison: Does that mean you called the cops or not?
Father Tim: I know a little bit about your circumstances, Alison. I worry about you because you're young. And I'll pray for you because that's my job. But no one here is going to turn you in. It's Thanksgiving Day, and you're among friends. And if I'm not mistaken, it looks like you could use seconds, young man.
[All talking at once]
Bob: Wouldn't you rather do this?
Ben: No, no -- you're the man, Bob. Come on.
Isaac: Give us the word.
Bob: All right, if you're all sure --
Lisa: Oh, Bob, come on. Food's gonna get cold. And don't act shy, 'cause we know you're not.
Bob: Listen, I have been thinking of retiring from giving speeches.
[All talking at once]
Bob: Oh, yes, yes. Yes. I mean, you say the same thing every year, you get tired of hearing yourself talk. I mean, we're all grateful for our family, our friends our health. The gifts that we have been given. Of course, we mourn our losses, and we share our joys. But see, it's the same -- thing every year. Except, you do realize that there is this -- this circle of life that we're grateful for, that keeps us all together, year after year. The uneventful days, those are really the blessings. And then there's the times whose moments when you reach out in the middle of the night for a hand -- and it's there. Cold feet and all.
[Laughter] No, I love those cold feet. They warm my life. And I've been stepping on them for years when we dance.
[Laughter] I really do think that the thought is that we should try to keep the spirit of Thanksgiving in our hearts every day of the year. God bless us all.
[All talking at once]
Jessica: Happy Thanksgiving, sweetie.
Bonnie: Happy Thanksgiving.
Ben: Happy Thanksgiving.
Isaac: Thank you very much.
Tom: Happy Thanksgiving.
Daniel: So, when are we gonna eat?
[All talking at once]
Jessica: Bonnie, sweetie, where are you going? Everything is out here on the table.
Bonnie: Yeah, I know. I actually made a small plate for Paul. I think now is a good time to take it to him.
Jessica: But we -- we're just sitting down to eat.
Bonnie: I'll just be a minute, mom. Everyone, have a wonderful dinner. It looks great.
Daniel: Where's the gravy?
Tom: Why don't you have some turkey with the gravy?
[All talking at once]
Ben: Isaac, don't just sit there, man. Go talk to her.
[All talking at once]
Jessica: Isaac, don't let her leave like this. It's Thanksgiving.
Tom: Did a great job.
Bonnie: Mom, I won't be long.
Jessica: Okay, sweetie.
Isaac: Bonnie, don't go.
Bonnie: I do not like being punished by you, Isaac.
Isaac: What are you talking about?
Bonnie: Oh, come on! All the nasty looks, the veiled remarks, that speech? And you wouldn't even hold my hand at the dinner table. It was like a weak father who cannot control his child. Well, I am not a child, Isaac. If you have a problem with me, you talk to me.
Isaac: I tried that.
Bonnie: I said "talk," not interrogate.
Isaac: You won't answer any of my questions. Will you? Then I guess there's nothing to talk about.
Bonnie: I guess not.
James: Let me see. How do I convince you that I have Thurgood Marshall Travers under my control? Shall I have him serenade you underneath your window?
Barbara: Don't be coy, James. How did you meet him? Where did you meet him? What do you have on him?
James: My, my, my. We're very curious today, aren't we, darling? Are you wearing a wire? Are you?
Barbara: A wire? You think I'm taping you, James? And who would I take a tape to? Marshall Travers?
James: That's very clever. Very clever, indeed. Let's see. Where did I meet Marshall? It was in Rio. Yes, it was in Rio. He had a need. We had a mutual friend.
Barbara: And so you made a deal?
James: Business makes the world go round.
Barbara: And how am I supposed to be convinced that Paul is safe?
James: You have my word.
Barbara: James, I can't do this. I can't.
James: Of course you can.
Barbara: No, I can't. I'm not in love with you.
James: Of course you are.
Barbara: No, I'm not. I'm in love with someone else.
James: You're in love with someone else?
Barbara: Yes. I know that you had expectations when we came back from Singapore. But when I got back here, someone came back into my life, and I'm happy. And I know that you'll be enough of a gentleman to just let me go. And you'll let Paul go free. It's not his fault that things didn't work out between the two of us.
James: Who's the lucky fella?
Barbara: Well, you surmised it the other day. It's John.
James: Do you think I'm a fool? Do you, Barbara?
Paul: Hey! Hey, Bonnie.
Bonnie: I thought you might be hungry.
Paul: Oh, thank you. You are a life saver. I could not eat that slop today.
Bonnie: Have you talked to Barbara? She said she'd try to help you.
Paul: Yeah. I saw her. She -- she went and had dinner with my father at Fairwinds. I tried to talk her out of it, but she wouldn't listen to reason.
Bonnie: Oh, Paul, I think she really wants to help. And you can't stay in here. And with that tape still floating around, my mother's secret isn't safe. So if she can just find something that's useful --
Paul: Bonnie, Bonnie -- listen, listen -- what you don't understand is my father -- he'll do anything he wants. She's powerless against him. It's always been that way.
Bonnie: I don't know, Paul. When Isaac and I spoke to her earlier, she seemed pretty strong -- scary strong.
Paul: Last time they were together, my father made her marry him.
Bonnie: Having dinner right now?
Paul: That's the plan.
Bonnie: I'm going over there.
Paul: Wait! Hey, hey, Bonnie! Bonnie, wait, wait! Bonnie, I promise you this is gonna backfire! Bonnie!
Molly: Honey, you're a mess. You know that?
Carly: I know. She handed me that baby, and it's like I was handed a life sentence, you know? My mouth got dry. I felt my palms sweat.
Molly: It's just anxiety.
Carly: It's not just anxiety, Molly.
Molly: Okay. Relax. Okay, I'm not trying to make light of the situation. I'm not. I'm just saying that, with everything you've been through, it's normal.
Carly: Normal? Feeling like my head is gonna explode? Then freaking out, sobbing into the gravy, wanting to throw up every time I look at Jack's newborn son? This is not normal, Molly.
Molly: Oh, my God.
Molly: Are you pregnant?
Jessica: Who wants pie?
[All talking at once]
Nancy: Jessica, dinner has just been superb. And served so elegantly.
Jessica: Oh, well, you can thank Ben and Curtis for that. They did everything before Curtis went to have Thanksgiving with his grandma.
Bob: You are a lucky woman.
Jessica: Yes, I am.
Isaac: If you'll all excuse me, I should be heading out.
Ben: What, before dessert? Come on, man. Have you seen that dessert table? Most of the homemade stuff is still out in the kitchen.
Isaac: I'll pass.
Jessica: I'll walk you out.
Tom: Well, I'm not going anywhere. I heard there's peach cobbler. Where is it?
Nancy: Fight your father for that.
Tom: No problem fighting him.
Jessica: I understand you and Bonnie were having a little problem earlier? Something you wanna talk about?
Isaac: We tried that. Don't you remember?
Jessica: Yeah, I remember. And I thought we cleared everything up.
Isaac: So did I. But now I'm beginning to think I was wrong.
Jessica: Isaac -- I've made my choice. My heart belongs to your brother. Now, I don't know if that's good enough for you, but if you keep insisting on feeding this anger and this suspicion, that's fine. Just don't take it out on my daughter, okay?
James: You invite me to dinner -- Thanksgiving dinner, no less, when loved ones are supposed to get together and share their love with each other. Then you start quizzing me about Marshall. And when I'm not forthcoming with the answers you desire, you throw John Dixon in my face!
Barbara: Well, I know he might not be your taste --
James: Not my taste. No! Who put you up to this? Who? Why? Paul? You and Paul?
James: You and Paul got together? You and Paul think you can best me?! Do you?!
Barbara: No! James --
James: Barbara, I fixed your face. Don't make me regret it.
Barbara: Please --
James: Now! I asked you a question!
[Banging at door]
Barbara: Someone's at the door. Someone's at the door. Bonnie!
Oh, what a nice surprise. It's so nice to see you. James? James, look who's here -- Bonnie McKechnie.
Bonnie: Where is he?
Barbara: I don't know. I don't know. But I'm just so glad you showed up when you did, because he was gonna hurt me, Bonnie.
Bonnie: Well, that's why I came. Paul was a little worried. Did you find out anything?
Barbara: I think I may have, but I don't know if it's true or not. Now, I'm gonna go lock up the house, and then we'll go find Isaac, and I'll tell you both all about it.
Bonnie: Oh, James. I think you finally made your first mistake.
Hal: Are you drawing a line in the sand, Emily?
Emily: I'm trying to get through to you.
Hal: You got my attention. You're putting our marriage on the table.
Emily: No, no, no. You're the one who's threatening our marriage. You're leaving me when I could be in danger, Hal. And the boys.
Hal: I know that it is tough for any cop's wife, Emily, but you gotta realize -- there are lives at stake here.
Emily: You're on a wild goose chase! Everyone thinks so! Emma, Katie and Simon and Margo. They all know Aaron's innocent, Hal.
Hal: And Will doesn't. And that's enough for me. And if a little loyalty, a little faith in my judgment is too much to ask, well, then maybe you're right. I don't know what we're doing here.
Emily: Great. Thanksgiving and -- we don't know what we're doing here together. Happy Thanksgiving.
[Tires screeching] Emily!
Carly: Pregnant? No.
Molly: Yeah. Pregnant? It would explain a lot, Carly. It would make sense. I mean, the nausea, the mood swings --
Carly: No, I can't be. The last thing that Jack and I need right now is another baby.
Molly: When was your last period?
Carly: I'm not pregnant.
Molly: Okay. You're not pregnant.
Carly: They're gonna worry.
Emma: Yes. I miss you, too, Holden. Yeah. We're all about ready to sit down. Yeah. Any sign of Aaron? Oh, sweetheart. I mean, the thought of you being out there on that road, without any dinner, without any family -- it just doesn't seem right. Yes. Yes, I know. I love you, too. Okay, I'll tell them. Bye-bye. Well, everyone, Holden sends his love.
Molly: Emma, everything smells so good.
Emma: Doesn't it smell wonderful? Well, now, I am so grateful all of you are here. I am so very grateful. Come. Sit down. Found your place, Mike, right there by me. You're at your seat. Parker? Yes! Okay. Let's say thank you. Dear Lord, thank you, on this Thanksgiving day, for all the many, many blessings you have given us. And thank you for the blessings to come.
Carly: Please, God -- no.
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