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As The World Turns Transcript Tuesday 12/8/09
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Provided By Suzanne
Proofread By Emma
Molly: Hey, I checked every room in the house. Meg's not here.
Holden: Oh, I thought maybe she went for a ride, but nobody at the stables has seen her.
Molly: Oh, God, you don't think she went to Lily's house, do you?
Holden: I hope not. She knows that Damian and Lily are renewing their vows, and I know she doesn't want that to happen.
Molly: Let's go.
Damian: I'm not gonna let you do this to us, Meg.
Meg: Holden was right about you.
Lily: Meg, I swear --
Meg: And Mama was, too. You know, they told me that you were using me, but I said, "How could that be true? I know what I feel. I know what he's been saying." But they knew you better than I did, and they know him better than you do, too, Lily.
Lily: All right, that's enough. Do you have any idea what she's talking about?
Damian: One more word, Meg, I swear to God I won't wait for the police to get here and throw you out.
Meg: Look at that. The truth actually does hurt. And it's time you knew it.
Lily: What -- Damian! Oh, my God. What did you do? Damian? Honey, look at me. Open your eyes.
Meg: Call 911.
Meg: Call 911!
Lily: Look, Damian, please.
Meg: Make the damn call, Lily.
Lily: Get your hands off him!
Paul: You planning on leaving without saying good-bye?
Emily: I was gonna say good-bye.
Paul: Doesn't look like it.
Emily: Good-bye, husband. Better?
Paul: Getting there.
Emily: You know, it would be a lot easier for me to shout out, "See ya," from the bottom of the steps.
Paul: Well, you could come down to the bottom of the steps, and I'll carry you back up to the top.
Emily: No, later, later. I swear. I've got work to do.
Paul: Work? Don't you have people for that?
Emily: Who has people, really? I'm working on a big story. You know how much I love big stories, and it won't take me out of town this time, I promise. I'll be back soon, assuming all goes well.
Paul: Got your cell charged. You gonna leave it on this time?
Emily: Yes. And, you know, full disclosure -- I'm gonna stop by Memorial and say hi to my sister and maybe say hi to my mother. See you later. Bye. You know, the sooner you let me go, the sooner I get to come home to you. What?
Paul: You okay?
Emily: I'm -- I'm more than okay. I'm perfect. Everything's perfect.
Alison: Hey, Mick.
Alison: How are you? Any more nosebleeds?
Mick: Nope. Your magic touch must have cured me.
Alison: All I did was stick an ice pack on your nose. You didn't even stay around long enough to see a doctor.
Mick: I'm here to meet your sister. Have you seen her?
Alison: Uh -- are you meeting about your study?
Mick: Thanks to you, things have moved along a lot more quickly than I expected.
Alison: You are giving me way too much credit. All I did was introduce you to Paul. Your work sold itself. But I thought, um, Paul was handling the money. I mean, what does Emily have to do with it?
Mick: Uh, well, she's a reporter. It's never too soon to think about getting the word about my work out there.
Emily: Hey, there you are. Now I don't have to go looking for you.
Mick: Uh, if you'll excuse us, Alison.
Alison: Wait, Em. What is really going on here?
Bob: I'll take that.
Casey: No, this is on me, Granddad. You know. Let me -- let me treat you for a change.
Bob: Hey, that's not necessary.
Casey: Well, if it makes you feel better, you're still paying for it anyway. You know, I am on the hospital payroll, even though I'm a lowly orderly.
Bob: There's dignity with every job. Especially one that puts you in close proximity to Alison Stewart.
Casey: [Sighs] And that ship has sailed.
Bob: Interesting thing about ships -- sometimes they come back to port.
Casey: Even after they sink? Are you seriously encouraging me to hook up with a Stewart woman?
Bob: Well, I wouldn't mention it to Kim, but, yeah, yeah. I really like Alison. She has a lot of courage the way she stood up to everybody before I had surgery.
Casey: Well, you're a lot more open-minded than my dad is. You know, but the thing is, I'm going out with Maddie now.
Bob: Maddie's a nice young woman, but I think -- I think you and Alison have something special.
Casey: Past tense.
Bob: I messed things up between you two. I'm sorry about that.
Casey: It is not your fault. Sometimes things just don't workout.
Bob: Men have been using that excuse ever since Adam and Eve got kicked out the Garden of Eden. But think about this. If he hadn't eaten the apple, where would we be?
Lily: Get away from him!
Meg: Don't be stupid. Are you gonna fight with me or call an ambulance?
Lily: Yes, we need an ambulance at One Mile Highroad. My husband just collapsed.
Holden: Oh, my God. Meg, what did you do?
Molly: What the hell happened?
Meg: Somebody call Memorial and have them page Bob Hughes to the E.R.
Lily: Paramedics are on their way.
Holden: Lily, what happened?
Meg: Come on, Damian.
Lily: She showed up just after the ceremony. I had just given Damian the first piece of cake, and -- and she started saying all these horrible things. God, Holden, he has to be all right.
Holden: What caused Damian to collapse?
Lily: I --I don't know. He -- he -- he was upset, and then he just passed out all of a sudden.
Meg: Molly, can you take over?
Lily: Oh, my God, Holden. What if he doesn't make it?
Bob: Yeah, we managed to get it on in my day.
Casey: Get it on?
Bob: Granted, you know, with the -- all those buttons and corsets and high-button shoes, it was a challenge.
Casey: Oh, my God, you dog. I like it. That's what I'm talking about.
Bob: Well, I appreciate women. So does your father. And now you. I also recognize chemistry, and you and Alison have it in spades.
Casey: I know, but every time we get near each other, it just kind of blows up, like my 7th-grade lab experiments.
Casey: We just don't know how to have a normal conversation.
Bob: Ah, you got to pick your spots. What about running out of gas in Sunset Park?
Casey: Give me a break.
Bob: Hold on. Oh, I got to get back to work. The paramedics are bringing Damian Grimaldi into the hospital.
Casey: I gotta get going. I'll take care of this.
Alison: Okay, what is with all the secrecy?
Emily: Okay. If I tell you, you have to promise to keep it to yourself.
Alison: Well, that depends.
Mick: Bad idea, Emily.
Emily: You don't know my sister. She's gonna keep this up until she finds out for herself.
Mick: It's your call.
Emily: I'm getting treatments.
Alison: Treatments? Wha -- of his drug?
Emily: Yeah. Injections. I've already had my first round, and I'm telling you, I can already feel the difference.
Alison: Tell me you're joking.
Emily: Ali, if Mick's serum can shift my body back just a few years, I might be able to use my own eggs to get pregnant.
Alison: Emily, we talked about this.
Emily: I know we did, Ali, but Paul and I really want a baby. And the adoption didn't work out for us.
Alison: You tried just once. It takes most parents a couple years to adopt a child.
Emily: Yeah, well, you know what? I don't want to be the only mom in the preschool-pickup line collecting social security, Ali. Look, maybe there's a reason the adoption thing didn't work out for us. Maybe -- maybe we're meant to have our own child. This could be the chance of a lifetime.
Alison: For Mick. He's using you as a lab rat.
Mick: Hardly. There's no risk involved. If Emily conceives a child --
Emily: My God, it would be a miracle.
Mick: And if it doesn't work, then she's no worse off than she is now.
Alison: How do you know? You haven't even experimented on human beings. Lab rats are expendable. My sister isn't.
Emily: Ali, listen to me. Nothing bad is gonna happen to me. I promise. I trust Mick, and I'm gonna do this. All right. Let's get this show on the road.
Mick: Let's go to my place. There'll be less interference.
Emily: Alison, listen to me. Everything's gonna be just fine, okay? Stop worrying.
Alison: Hey, Paul.
Paul: Emily said she was coming by here to see you. Did I miss her?
Holden: Where are the kids?
Luke: They're out playing on the swings. Meg was here when we left, so I wanted to make sure that everything was cool before I brought them back in. What's wrong?
Holden: Something has happened to Damian.
Bob: Let's get him in here and find out what's going on.
Lily: Don't even think about it.
Meg: I belong in there. Unlike you, I'm a nurse, so why don't you have a seat, and I will tell you what's happening as soon as I can?
Bob: Its okay, Meg. I've got all the help I need.
Meg: But I can help with --
Bob: Listen, I don't know what's going on between you two, but I have no time to be a referee. My concern right now is Damian.
Meg: I should be in there helping.
Lily: You have done enough already. I'm Damian's wife. I belong here, unlike you.
Emily: What I said to my sister before, about feeling different -- I meant it. I mean, I can feel it. I feel something's changing. I feel younger. And sexier. I mean, not that I didn't feel sexy before, but I -- I -- I feel -- I don't know. Maybe I feel fertile. More -- is that possible? Can you feel more fertile? Don't laugh at me, please.
Mick: No, I'm not laughing. This is the whole point of my work. Nothing would make me happier than for you and your husband to have a child together. I can't think of two more deserving people.
Emily: Oh. Well, you are obviously from out of town. Thank you.
Mick: What's that mean?
Emily: Well, half of Oakdale considers us pariahs. The other half are relatives.
Mick: Sounds complicated.
Emily: Eh, you have no idea.
Mick: I confess -- I did a little online research. I know that your husband had an unusual upbringing.
Emily: Unusual? More like gothic. It was really horrible. No child should grow up like that.
Mick: That's unfortunate. Excuse me.
Paul: This -- this is your interview? So much for being honest and open with me.
Emily: No, no, you don't understand --
Paul: No, I don't under -- I don't care. I don't want to hear about it. Let's go. We're leaving.
Emily: What's with the caveman act?
Mick: Paul, calm down. I can explain.
Paul: I don't want to hear anything from you. You I will deal with later. Take this.
Emily: No. No! "Take this." Since when do you tell me what to do? What am I, your wife or some kind of house pet?
Paul: Well, then, explain to me, my dear wife, why you are offering yourself up for medical experiments!
Emily: Alison told you, didn't she?
Paul: Yes, because she was worried about you. What if something had happened to you here and nobody knew where you were? Did you think about that?
Emily: I'm sorry.
Mick: Why don't I leave the two of you alone?
Emily: No, no, no, no. Please, just stay -- stay where you are. I -- I -- I'm sorry that I lied to you. I really am. I was just trying to protect you.
Paul: Protect me? I'm not the one who's jabbing needles in my arm.
Emily: Yeah, I know. I -- we -- we both want a baby. You just won't talk about it because you don't want to upset me, but this could be our chance, Paul. And I didn't want to disappoint you again, in case the treatments didn't work.
Paul: Treat -- and that's plural? Plural? You didn't go away on a business trip, did you? You were with him.
Mick: She had to be closely monitored after the first injection.
Paul: Why? You said there were no side effects.
Mick: Well, there's always the possibility of an allergic reaction.
Paul: And -- and that was the first time, or is that another lie?
Emily: No. No, no, that's the truth. This is the second round.
Mick: The protocol is one injection every three days.
Paul: I don't give a damn about you or your protocol.
Emily: Well, you should. You're paying for it. But who cares how many times I get injected?
Paul: I do. I care.
Emily: I'm doing this because I love you, and I want to have a child -- our child. A little blond troublemaker, just like the two of us. Is that such a terrible thing?
Paul: Of course not. You okay? You all right?
Emily: Yeah, yeah. Oh.
Mick: Emily, you're fine. Just try and relax. The injections occasionally cause light-headedness.
Paul: Like anybody's gonna believe a word out of your mouth.
Emily: Will you stop it? You're overreacting. Cut it out.
Paul: I am not. You can tell me that after you've been checked out by a doctor. Come on, we're going to the hospital right now.
Alison: What's that?
Casey: It belonged to Mr. Dooley.
Alison: He died?
Casey: A couple hours ago. He didn't have much family, so I told him I would look after his stuff, but it's -- it's just a bunch of junk.
Alison: Yeah, the nurses all kind of thought he was weird.
Casey: I don't mind weird. He didn't have many visitors, so I always would have lunch with him. He didn't like red Jell-O, so he always gave it to me.
Alison: I didn't know the two of you were friends.
Casey: Well, you and I haven't talked a lot lately. But this was his pet.
Alison: Oh, my God. That is a spider.
Casey: Yeah. Its name is Bill.
Alison: Bill? Really? Not, like, hairy or creepy or -- okay, ew. Look at his eyes.
Casey: He's watching you.
Alison: Stop it.
Casey: No, you know, the head nurse asked me to flush him, but I was like, "I can't do that." I mean, it's Bill. Does that make me weird?
Alison: Yes, a little. [Laughs] Well, how about instead of flushing him, we go outside and set him free?
Casey: Where? I don't know his natural habitat is. I mean, it's probably not the hospital parking lot.
Alison: Well, I know how we can find out. Come on. Both of you.
Casey: Let's go.
Lily: How is he?
Bob: He's breathing normally, vital signs are stable. He'll make a full recovery.
Lily: Oh, thank God. Do you know what happened, what caused him to collapse like that?
Bob: Well, we'll have to wait for the toxicology report, and we'll get some answers.
Lily: You mean drugs?
Bob: You said that this attack came on suddenly.
Lily: Totally out of the blue.
Bob: Yeah, well, that's not the way drugs work. It could be an allergic reaction to something. It could be food poisoning.
Lily: We were too busy to have lunch, and I can't think of anything else he ate that would've caused him to collapse like that.
Bob: Well, it could be something else entirely. Well, its lucky Meg was there to give him CPR. She probably saved his life.
Lily: Can I see him?
Bob: Don't stay long. The more rest he gets, the sooner you can take him home.
Lily: Thank you, Bob. Thank you so much for taking such good care of him.
Bob: You don't have to thank me. It's my job.
Meg: I'm coming with you.
Lily: No. I'm grateful for what you did. You helped save his life, but I'm his wife, and I want you to stay away from him.
Luke: Dad. I gave the kids some ice cream, and now they'd like cake to go with it. Is that cool?
Holden: Yeah, I don't see why not.
Luke: Well, they're lucky. The cake almost didn't make its way here.
Holden: Yeah, how did it make its way out to the farm?
Luke: I don't know. Must have been a mix-up with the bakery. I'm just glad Meg didn't trash it.
Holden: I know your Aunt Meg wasn't so crazy about Damian and Lily renewing their vows, but I don't think there's any way she would intentionally ruin the cake, okay?
Luke: Oh, Dad, come on. You saw her face when she was looking at it.
Molly: It all sounds really bizarre, if you ask me.
Molly: What? Most people don't renew their vows after only being married a few months. That's something you do after being married 50 years or cheating on each other and feeling guilty about it. You know I'm right.
Holden: Listen, if you want to take the kids some cake, do it, okay?
Molly: No, wait. Wait, didn't Lily say that Damian passed out after she gave him only one bite? Right? Add Meg acting freaky at the farm on top of it. Hello.
Luke: So, I should pass on the cake?
Luke: That might be Mom.
Molly: Holden, look at this.
Holden: What? It looks like -- it's just white powder.
Holden: It's bitter. I wonder what the hell that is. Okay, so, this is where the decoration was.
Molly: Yes. This piece with the large flower. This is the piece that they usually stuff in each others' faces, the one with all the icing on it. I'm sorry. I know you don't need that visual in your head.
Holden: My head is fine.
Molly: So, are you hearing what I'm saying?
Holden: It doesn't make any sense. Meg loves Damian.
Molly: She's obsessed. Not the same thing.
Holden: She saved his life. Why would she do that if she wanted to hurt him?
Molly: Hey, maybe you need to think like a woman who's been dumped one too many times.
Luke: That was Dr. Bob. He says Damian's gonna be okay.
Holden: Yeah, I know how important he is to you and your mom.
Molly: Did he say why Damian collapsed?
Luke: Well, they still have to do more blood tests, but he thinks it might be an allergic reaction to something or food poisoning.
Holden: Listen, why don't you go to the hospital? I'm sure your mother would love to have you there.
Luke: Oh, I don't want to intrude.
Holden: No, no. Your mom -- she needs you there, okay?
Luke: Well, maybe in a bit. I'm gonna go check on the kids.
Molly: What? Where are you going?
Holden: I'm gonna go get a garbage bag, and we're gonna get rid of this thing, okay?
Molly: Look, I have a friend at the crime lab from when I used to be on the police beat. If I ask him, I'm sure he'll run some tests for us.
Holden: And what are you thinking?
Molly: The same thing you're thinking.
Damian: I remember the ceremony, the vows, the cake, but after that --
Lily: The cake is the last thing you remember?
Damian: Oh, my God. Meg. She was on the terr -- ah, on the terrace. You sent the kids away. She came in and started saying all these crazy things.
Lily: It's all right. It's over. Don't get upset.
Damian: Lily, the things that Meg said --
Lily: I don't care what she said. She was out of her mind with jealousy. She'd say anything to hurt us.
Damian: Did she?
Lily: No. Not even a bit. And it was actually a good thing that she was there because she did CPR on you until the paramedics got there.
Damian: That's probably why my chest hurts so much. Was she trying to save me or inflict permanent damage?
Lily: Baby. Probably both, but -- I hate to admit it -- she did help save your life.
Emily: I believe in Mick, and I thought you did, too. Or -- or did you just invest in his research to humor me?
Paul: I've had doubts about the guy from the beginning.
Emily: You never said so.
Paul: I did, too. You just weren't listening. Emily, listen. You don't -- you don't miss a trick, right? Have you noticed that the guy's done more research on us than he has on his so-called secret formula?
Emily: He's curious. So what? So am I. He wants to know who he's working with. I'm the same way.
Emily: That's why I'm so good at my job.
Paul: Yeah, but you interview people. He's got little vials that don't even have labels on them. The guy -- he's weird. He's weird.
Paul: This coming from you? What, are you kidding me? He's eccentric. He's eccentric.
Emily: I told you, it's a sign of genius.
Paul: It's a sign that he has an agenda.
Alison: No, that's the same one, Casey.
Casey: What are you talk -- no, I am telling you that this, like, this one -- its coloring is a little nuttier.
Alison: No, that's just the monitor. Look at the markings. This is definitely a relative of Bill's. I mean, it might not be, like, his immediate family, but, like, second cousins -- the less nutty branch of the family.
Casey: Okay, Billy boy, what do you think? Is this -- is this dude part of your tribe?
Alison: I am gonna say yes.
Casey: Okay, then. I guess its back to the woods for you, and a nice hollow log where you can sleep until spring. Do you want to trade lives?
Alison: I don't think you're gonna get a "Yes" out of him.
Casey: Yeah, probably not. Hey, thanks. Thanks, Ali. I'm -- I'm gonna find some woods, and then I'm gonna go.
Alison: Bye, Bill. You take care.
Casey: Hey, do you want to -- do you want to come with me?
Alison: To the woods?
Casey: Yeah. It'll be like "Survivor -- Oakdale."
Alison: [Laughs] Do I have to eat bugs?
Casey: If -- if you really want to, but Bill is off-limits.
Alison: Sure. Why not?
Casey: Cool. Cool. Yeah.
Molly: Meg already attacked Lily once today. Then, apparently, she crashed the wedding. And, okay, the fact that Damian collapsed and almost died afterwards --
Holden: Okay, you know what? You are just assuming the worst.
Molly: No, I'm trying to piece this story together. Meg is obsessed with Damian. Whether it's true or not, she thinks that Damian wants her, not Lily.
Holden: Okay, I know that I said my sister arranged this whole fantasy around Damian, but there's no way that she would ever take it this far.
Molly: Okay. Maybe I buried the lead. Holden, Meg had a lot of alone time with this cake when we were on the porch, and she's a nurse, so she has direct access to many kinds of drugs.
Holden: Molly, you're talking about my sister here. Okay, she fell for the wrong guy, but she would never do anything to hurt Lily, especially not around our kids.
Molly: Not if she was in her right mind, Holden. I'm sorry, but I think Meg is really sick.
Holden: She's heartbroken. She'll get over it.
Molly: Okay, you know what? That doesn't always happen so easily. Unfortunately, I happen to know a lot about this. Look, the point is, we don't know what Meg was thinking, if she was even thinking at all. But we can't just ignore it. Damian's fine, you know, but it could have just as easily gone the other way.
Holden: Okay, fine. Call your guy at the lab. Tell him that we're on our way.
Molly: All right.
Lily: [Sighs] That's it. I'm gonna ask her to leave, and if she doesn't --
Damian: You know what? Lily, Lily, don't worry about Meg.
Lily: She scares me.
Damian: I'll take care of it. You should go home. The children. They were expecting a party. They're probably wondering what happened.
Lily: Well, Luke is with them, and Holden and Molly stayed after we left in the ambulance.
Damian: Holden was there?
Lily: Yeah. They arrived right after you collapsed. Molly helped with the CPR.
Damian: I'll make sure to thank her.
Lily: I don't like leaving you here by yourself.
Damian: I've got the whole staff looking after me, even though I don't want them to.
Lily: Well, you promise to call me if you need anything?
Damian: I promise. Lily, I know Meg probably saved my life, but I don't trust her. Be careful.
Lily: I will. I can take care of myself, Damian.
Meg: I thought she would never leave. Oh, don't bother calling another nurse. I'll take care of you.
Damian: I was told I owe you my life. From what Lily tells me, I wouldn't have made it to the hospital without your help.
Meg: I was just doing my job.
Damian: I'm sure it wasn't easy.
Meg: It wasn't a choice.
Damian: Still. I wouldn't be here if it weren't for you.
Meg: You're grateful. I get it.
Damian: No, it's -- it's more than gratitude. You know that. If I weren't so weak, I'd show you how much I care for you.
Meg: As what?
Damian: As a very special person in my life.
Meg: How special?
Damian: You know, Meg, there are ways to make arrangements like ours work.
Meg: Yeah, well, in Oakdale, when a man makes a promise to love a woman, he better keep it or suffer the consequences.
Luke: Mom, what's wrong? Are you not telling me something about Damian?
Lily: I didn't realize until just now how much he means to me.
Luke: Oh, hey. It's gonna be okay. You're gonna be okay.
Lily: I don't know, Luke. I got a bad feeling about this.
Luke: Mom, you're just stressing. Look, if you want some unsolicited advice, don't have any more wedding ceremonies with Damian, okay?
Lily: [Laughs] I told him the same thing. I should go check on Natalie and Ethan.
Luke: No, no, no. They fell asleep watching TV. I'll carry them upstairs, and then I'll stop by the hospital and see Damian later.
Lily: Oh, Sweetie, thank you so much. You're just amazing. Where's the cake?
Luke: I guess Dad threw it away.
Lily: Why? It was still good.
Holden: Hey. You're back.
Lily: Did you throw out my wedding cake?
Holden: No. We actually took it to a lab.
Lily: The lab? What on earth for?
Molly: Did the doctors figure out why Damian collapsed?
Lily: Not yet, but backup. Why did you take my cake to a lab?
Holden: We took it to be tested.
Lily: For what?
Holden: Lily, there was white powder on the edges of the plate. I really don't know how to say this.
Lily: Say what?
Holden: According to the lab, it's poison.
Nurse: Miss Stewart, I have the results of your lab work.
Paul: Does that thing say what's wrong with her?
Emily: Would you stop it and let her finish? I apologize. He's a little nervous.
Paul: It's my job to be nervous. It's my job to worry about you, to make sure that you are all right.
Emily: Am I allowed to fire you?
Paul: You're fired.
Emily: You're fired.
Paul: You're fired.
Emily: Just stop. I'm sorry. Ignore him, please. My results?
Nurse: Your red and white blood cells are within normal limits.
Emily: I told you.
Nurse: But the doctor wants you to start taking fish-oil tablets for the triglycerides and to go easy on the salsa cardio.
Emily: I so should have made you bet.
Nurse: Oh, and your FSH levels are down significantly.
Paul: Is that good?
Emily: Is that good? It's -- it's -- it's good if you want happy, healthy eggs. Mick's formula's working. Ha-ha! Yay.
Alison: This is a good place, right?
Casey: I don't know. It's a little close to the road. What if he wants to go to the other side to visit his friends? I mean, Bill's lived a very sheltered life. I don't want him to get squashed.
Alison: Okay. That's a good point. Here. This is better. Right? Ew. Oh, I just saw one of his frat brothers crawl by.
Casey: Oh, come on. Bill's cooler than being a frat boy. I mean, I thought you two were starting to connect.
Alison: We are, but, you know, we only just met. What do you think, Bill? Is this a good spot?
Casey: No, it's too open. You know, and it's getting colder by the second. You know, cozy. We need -- we need cozy.
Alison: Yeah, I just hope we don't freeze to death in the meantime.
Casey: I'm sure there's a way we could figure out how to keep warm. Oh. Okay. I'm -- I'm just gonna go a little further in. You can wait here if you want.
Alison: No, I'll go. I mean, I've come this far.
[Cell phone rings]
Emily: Mick, its Emily. Listen, I want to let you know I got my blood results back, and my FSH levels are actually down.
Mick: That's good news, but I'm not surprised.
Emily: Neither am I. I told you I could feel it. You have no idea how much Paul hates being wrong, even though it's good for him once in a while. Anyway, listen, he wants you to meet us at Fairwinds to talk about increasing our investment and also apologize for being such a skeptic.
Mick: Forget the apology. Just tell him to bring his checkbook.
Lily: That's impossible. My wedding cake wasn't poisoned.
Holden: No, it was. Damian's lucky that he didn't eat enough of it to be fatal. And thank God the kids didn't eat it.
Lily: That doesn't make any sense. It was sent to the farm by mistake. I mean, maybe somebody accidentally spilled something on it, some kind of pesticide. What aren't you telling me?
Molly: We don't think it was an accident.
Lily: You think somebody deliberately --
[Cell phone rings]
Lily: Do not move.
Bob: Lily, its Bob. I just got the toxicology report on Damian. The lab says that he ingested something toxic in the last few hours. So, I've got to get a list of everything he's eaten today. Lily, are you there?
Lily: I'll get back to you. It was Meg, wasn't it?
Mick: Emily tells me I've turned you into a believer.
Paul: Look, I wasn't happy about you guys sneaking around behind my back, but, if nothing else, it proves that I'm still a visionary when it comes to investments.
Mick: Yeah, I had nothing to do with it.
Paul: I had my doubts about you, but you were right, and, so, yeah, okay.
Mick: You were right to be concerned about your wife.
Paul: But it turns out the injections are doing what they were supposed to be doing, so --
Mick: I always keep my promises.
Paul: Yeah, I -- I try and do that, too. And Emily did say that I would give you more money to fund your research.
Mick: Fine by me.
Paul: But before we, you know, get into the numbers of it, I know you're a fan of the single malt, and I have this bottle I keep around for special occasions. It's from this -- this private distillery, and not many of these left.
Mick: I'm impressed.
Paul: What's that?
Alison: Well, he seems okay to me.
Casey: Are you kidding me? I think he's ecstatic.
Alison: How can you tell?
Casey: 'Cause his sixth leg -- it's twitching, like hmm.
Alison: Oh. Uh-huh. Yeah.
Casey: Goodbye, Bill.
Casey: Have a good life. You think he would turn around and wave or something.
Alison: I know. They never call, they never write.
Casey: Ah, it is getting cold.
Alison: Yeah, you just noticed that?
Casey: You ready to go home?
Alison: Yes, we probably should go. Okay.
Casey: Wait, we got to go this way.
Alison: No, that way is farther into the woods.
Casey: Oh. Yeah.
Alison: Don't tell me you did this on purpose.
Casey: I did not do this on purp-- you know-- okay, I admit the, um, the idea did cross my mind. But it was my granddad's idea.
Alison: Your grandfather told you to get lost in the woods?
Casey: With you. You were the key point.
Alison: What else did he suggest?
Casey: We should really get out of here.
Alison: Casey, wait. This doesn't look familiar.
Casey: Are you sure?
Alison: Yeah. Casey, I think we're lost.
Holden: Somebody tampered with the cake, but there's no telling who it was.
Molly: Meg had motive and opportunity. That's two out of three. Oh, yeah, and she had access to the drug cabinet at the hospital.
Holden: She's a nurse, okay?
Lily: She saved his life. Why would she do that?
Molly: I hate to be the one to say this, but maybe Damian wasn't the target. Okay, the toxins were only on that one piece of cake -- the piece that normally the bride gets a bite of first.
Lily: I guess. He has a sweet tooth. He wanted that piece because of all the icing.
Molly: And there's no way that Meg could have known that, right?
Lily: No, and she didn't show up until afterwards. The damage was already done.
Holden: There's no proof. Those are just accusations.
Molly: But it all adds up, Holden.
Holden: I know it looks that way, Molly, but it's circumstantial. My sister is --
Molly: Is losing it. Look, you were worried what she might to do Lily. That's why we came over here in the first place.
Lily: You saw the way she attacked me at the clothes store. She was crazed. Damian's been warning me about her for weeks.
Holden: And he's been leading her on for months.
Lily: No, Holden, I'm sorry. I agree with Molly. Meg isn't just delusional. I -- I think she's dangerous.
Damian: You wouldn't, Meg.
Meg: Relax. I still want you around when I tell Lily that you knew Holden was alive and you didn't tell her.
Damian: Now, wait a minute. I didn't know he was alive. Just because the DNA test --
Meg: You know, Lily wasn't the only one who suffered. Holden is my brother. And you let us believe that he was dead because you wanted his wife. You used us.
Damian: Lily will understand.
Meg: Yeah, well, she has forgiven you for a lot of things, but I don't think this will be one of them.
Damian: You're right. My fate is in your hands.
Damian: You're giving up without a fight? You're not the man I thought you were. Well, enjoy your last few hours as Mr. Lily Snyder. Because it's over. Good-bye, Damian.
Damian: Don't say "Good-bye," Meg. Say "Arrivederci."
On the next "As the World Turns" --
Casey: It's hard to believe we went through all this trouble for a spider.
Alison: Yeah, but I'm kind of glad we did.
Simon: If you truly love her. Leave her alone.
Katie: What if, for example, if Simon just showed up back in Oakdale?
Margo: He'd just be arrested.
Mick: I'm gonna leave a visible mark.
Barbara: What's on your hands? Is that blood?
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