One Life to Live Transcript Wednesday 5/12/04
Proofread by Melissa
Michael: Uh, we were just --
Marcie: Yes, well, we came to see you. They told us that --
Michael: They did.
Marcie: You didn't leave for Atlanta yet, and so we thought that we could come by -- I mean, Michael wanted to --
Michael: I -- yeah.
Marcie: Michael wanted to talk to you about his being discharged. But you know what? You look busy, so we can go, yeah, now. We can just go.
Dr. Long: And you two thought you were so smart. Now your little game has come to an end, permanently.
David: Dorian should be here in a minute.
Kelly: Any word on Starr?
David: No. Listen, Kevin, with Blair in New York, I've had to do a lot of the stuff on "Craze" on my own, which I don't mind, but it's got to go to the publishers tomorrow, so do you mind if I pick your brain for a minute?
Kevin: Well, let me pick yours first. What's your take on Kelly’s brother?
David: Well, Kevin, I don't like to talk behind people's backs, but --
Kevin: No, specifically, what was he doing when he was living here? Did you ever get the feeling that he was into something illegal?
Kelly: Kevin, what are you talking about?
David: Kelly, this is no big secret. Paul's bad news. We all know that. He'll cause trouble in a heartbeat if there's a buck in it for him, and he's never been straight with any of us for any reason. I would avoid him like the plague. I'm sorry, Kelly. Did that sound harsh? It sounded a little harsh.
Kelly: Oh, shut up, David! Kevin, why are you so fixated on Paul all of a sudden?
Paul: All right. So what do you think?
Natalie: Hmm. Gee, a bunch of wackos like Roxy wasting all their life savings.
Paul: No, no, I'm talking about letting loose, you know, having a serious good time.
Natalie: I -- I see it happening.
Paul: Yeah well, let's see how our luck's running. Oh, waitress, can we get two tequila sunrises, please? Thank you. Thanks. There you go.
Natalie: Hey. Is this your favorite game?
Paul: What, do you have a better one?
Natalie: I might.
John: So what happened after they landed at the hospital? You know which casino? Ok. Hey, thanks, Jerry. I owe you one. Jerk took her straight to the hotel.
Laser: Drop them! You hear me? I said drop them!
Starr: Mom! Laser, please don't hurt her! Oh, God, please don't hurt her!
Laser: I said drop them! I got nothing to lose! This woman lives or dies, it's up to you right now!
Bo: It's over for you, Laser. Think about that. Give it up.
Laser: Yeah, right. You, too.
Todd: Hey, Laser? If you want a hostage, take me, please. I mean it, Laser. Don't take her, take me. She's just going to slow you down. I can help you. I can make sure that --
Laser: Shut the hell up! I give the orders, and I say everybody stays put while we just glide away!
Blair: It's ok, baby.
Starr: Please don't take her!
Blair: It's all right, baby. You stay there. I'll be ok.
Woman: Hey, Laser, what about me?
Laser: Been nice knowing you, Jo Jo.
Bo: Where you going to go, Laser? There are 30,000 cops in New York.
Laser: Oh, I'm so scared! I know this park better than anybody. Me and mom are just going to disappear into a rat hole and come out in Jersey! How's that sound? That sound good, huh? Mr. Hero, on the ground, facedown!
Bo: Do it, Manning.
Laser: Ok. We got to travel, babe, right now.
Blair: All right, all right.
Bo: Manning! Damn it, Manning! I ought to shoot that guy.
Dorian: Viki's spending the night at the hospital.
Kevin: Well, is she ok?
Dorian: Her condition is stable, but she had a little bout of arrhythmia brought on by the news about Starr.
Dorian: The doctors decided that she shouldn't go home tonight.
Kevin: I'll visit her later. She hates being in the hospital.
Dorian: Anything new about Starr?
Kelly: No, not yet. Listen, I really need to talk to Kevin alone. Do you mind?
Dorian: Of course not.
Kelly: Ok, what is with this attitude about Paul? Do you know something about him that I don't?
Kevin: I just don't trust him.
Kelly: Fine, but why go after him?
Kevin: Because I think he's into something criminal.
Kelly: Like what?
Kevin: Well, I don't know yet. But I'll tell you what, I think he forced you or tricked you into helping him, and knowing Paul, I bet it's about money.
Kelly: Well, I helped him to buy that car. I mean --
Kevin: Well, are you even sure there was a deal for some vintage car? Because frankly, as far as Paul’s concerned, I don't even know anymore. Just tell me. Why are you helping him? Does he have something on you?
Officer: C.P. 17. Suspect has --
Bo: So you say that Laser lives in a rundown apartment?
Starr: Yeah, he lives in a really crummy building.
Bo: Can you show us where it is?
Starr: I don't remember the street name.
Bo: All right.
JoJo: I can tell you. You want to know about Laser? I can tell you. But I've got to have a deal.
Starr: Don't do her any favors. She was worse than Laser. Besides, my dad will get him. He'll get my mom back. You just watch.
Todd: Blair! Blair! Blair!
Waitress: Get you something, sir?
John: Beer. Whatever you got in a bottle.
Waitress: My name's Brandy. Anything you want, just whistle. You know how to do that, don't you?
John: Thanks, Brandy.
Natalie: Hello. Can you explain to me why you're following me again?
Dr. Long: All I had to do was mention leaving town and you bought it, because your main goal in life apparently is to play Sherlock Holmes.
Marcie: We really don't know what you're talking about, you know?
Michael: Marcie, let him talk.
Dr. Long: You think I didn't know that your hospital room is directly across from my office? That you were intently watching out your window? You think I don't know where the E.R. staff found you when you fell and broke your leg? You were climbing out my window, weren't you? Huh? Or climbing back in. Well, it doesn't matter. What matters is you're finally finished playing detectives, and now I want you -- not your girlfriend -- you to give me an explanation as to what warrants this ridiculous behavior. I warn you, if you don't start talking right now, I'm calling the police.
Michael: Go ahead. Call the cops. You see, I think that the cops would be very interested to find out exactly what you're up to.
Dr. Long: Will they? Well, since you're the detective, what am I up to?
Michael: You're harvesting organs and auctioning them off to wealthy patients in need of transplant.
[Dr. Long scoffs]
Marcie: Yeah, well, we have evidence. We have evidence that proves wherever a person dies in this hospital who needs a transplant, their time of death can be directly linked to when a medevac helicopter flies off to Hayes Hospital in Newark or to that other hospital in Atlantic City.
Dr. Long: Hmm, I see.
Michael: You know, we also know about you taking organs from people without their consent.
Dr. Long: Oh, really?
Michael: Yes, really. How could you do something like that? You're a doctor, for God's sakes.
Dr. Long: Yes, I am. And you're a first-year resident. But, of course, you have all the answers. Tell me something -- have you told the police about this?
Dr. Long: Oh. And do they believe you?
Michael: Of course they do. My brother is the Chief of Detectives. He's got a file on you, buddy.
Dr. Long: Well, I'm sure the police hear ridiculous stories from paranoid citizens on a daily basis.
Marcie: We're not making this up, and you know it!
Dr. Long: I know nothing of the kind. You have absolutely no proof to back up these allegations. I think it's time to end this nonsense once and for all.
Natalie: What's with all the secrecy? I'm here with Paul.
John: Nothing. Just wanted to talk to you.
Natalie: Ok. How about you tell me how you followed me here? We came by helicopter.
John: I wasn't following you. A buddy of mine in the A.C. Police was just giving me an update on Cramer. I've had a tail on him for a while.
Natalie: Really? Ever since he's been dating me?
John: No, ever since he got mixed up in that business in San Diego. Thanks.
Natalie: Paul and I landed, decided to come out, go gambling. I'd like to know why you're here, though. And I'm begging you; please do not tell me that it's to warn me against Paul and how bad of a guy he is.
John: My guess is Paul did not fly you all the way down here to drink foo-foo drinks and play Blackjack.
Natalie: No. He had some sort of medical delivery to drop off at the hospital, and then we came here to have a good time. What's the big deal?
John: No big deal. Just doing my job, Natalie.
Natalie: No. No. You were following me, John. You found out that I took off with Paul, and it makes you crazy. You just don't want to admit it. You have feelings for me. You just don't want to say it out loud, you know, but you're afraid of opening up. No comment?
Paul: Dr. Long, the package has been delivered, but there's a problem with the helicopter and I can't get a mechanic out to take a look at it until the morning, so I won't be back tonight. I'll talk to you in the morning.
Natalie: You know, being the strong, silent type -- it really doesn't do anything for me, John. Ok, if you're not going say anything, I'm going back to my date. I came here with Paul because I needed to have some fun, and Paul can give me that. Why don't you tell me what you have to offer?
Rex: Ahem. What are you doing?
Roxy: Look what you made me do.
Rex: Forging a check on Natalie’s account. That's my mom. How much you taking her for?
Roxy: Well, she promised me a thousand, but then she had to leave and she forgot to write out the check.
Rex: Is that a fact?
Roxy: Yeah, but she called me and she said, "You know, Roxy, you just write it out."
Rex: Well, the bank won't check the signature unless Natalie complains, of course, which she'd never do. She might have something to say to you, though
Roxy: Yeah, like what?
Rex: Oh, uh -- forgery? I don't know. Come on, doesn't it give you kind of a weird feeling to steal from the girl you think of as your daughter?
Roxy: Oh, excuse me; doesn't it kind of give you, like, a weird feeling when you steal from your mama?
Rex: No, but that's not my point.
Roxy: So what is your point?
Rex: Forget it. You must really be in a bind.
Roxy: You have no idea.
Rex: Let me guess -- your bookies are sending their boys to break your kneecaps?
Roxy: I owe thousands, and they need it by Friday or else they're going to kill me or worse.
Nigel: No, that's not going to happen. I know it's not enough, but it's a start.
Roxy: Where did you get this?
Laser: Looks like daddy took a wrong turn.
Michael: What's this?
Dr. Long: Take a look. I'm sure you can figure it out. Oh, explain it to your girlfriend while you're at it.
Michael: It's files on transplants -- surgeon names, consent forms, budget approvals, risk/benefit analysis, transportation requests, acceptance forms from Hayes hospital.
Marcie: Michael, what does this mean? Does it mean it's legal?
Dr. Long: Well, of course. I mean, what kind of monster do you think I am? I'm a -- I'm a doctor. I've dedicated my life to saving the lives of others. I don't steal human organs and sell them for profit. I happen to be Northeast Regional Director for Transplant Coordination, which is why so many donors wind up at this hospital.
Marcie: The Northeast Regional Director?
Dr. Long: Uh-huh. If you'd checked your facts more carefully, Dr. McBain, you would've uncovered the truth. Instead, you made up this -- this grand criminal conspiracy. Is that how you plan to practice medicine -- by making up things and ignoring the facts?
Michael: Absolutely not, sir.
Marcie: No, wait a minute. But you tell me why all the secrecy. You know, you're the one who's making it look like you have something to hide.
Dr. Long: Yeah, maybe you should explain the laws of doctor/patient confidentiality to your girlfriend.
Marcie: I am standing right in front of you. You can talk to me, you know.
Dr. Long: Michael, I'm terribly sorry that your career has to come to an end, but, well, once you're convicted of a felony --
Marcie: A felony? For what?
Dr. Long: Breaking and entering. I'm calling the police and having you both arrested.
Natalie: Whoa. I asked for an answer. You gave me one, but can you tell me what it means?
John: I'm not sure.
Natalie: Or is this your way of avoiding how you really feel about me? John, you're going to have to talk to me one of these days, and now would be a really good time.
John: Yeah, it would, but, you know, you're here with your boy and all that.
Paul: That's right, she is here with me, so why don't you stay away from my date.
Kevin: Ok ok, I know this upsets you, but I can't look the other way when it comes to Paul.
Kelly: He's my brother, for God's sake. I mean would you be digging up information on Joey or one of your sisters?
Kevin: Listen to me, talked to Fred Barnes at "The Banner." He said that Paul was involved in some sort of a smuggling operation in San Diego. I mean did he talk to you about that?
Kelly: He had to testify before the grand jury! He wasn't the one in trouble!
Kevin: Well, he got immunity because he testified, and it doesn't stop there. Look, the word is that he's doing something illegal right here in Llanview, something to do with the hospital.
Kelly: This -- this all sounds very vague.
Kevin: All right, listen; Dorian said that he was hanging out with Adam Chandler's daughter-in-law, some gold-digger who married his son.
Kelly: Her name is Babe, I think. Yeah, she mentioned it to me.
Kevin: All right, well, think about it, honey. If he's messing with Adam Chandler, Chandler's as bad as my grandfather. Your brother's swimming with the sharks here.
Kelly: Do you have any specifics? This all sounds like a lot of "he said this" and "she said that."
Kevin: Well, if it makes you feel better, I'll get specifics. All right, listen to me; I don't want Paul Cramer --
Kelly: All right, all right. Fine, fine, Kevin, please just stop. Just stop. You don't like my brother; you don't trust him, fine. I want you to leave him alone. I want you to just stop hounding him.
Dorian: That was the F.B.I.
Dorian: Starr is safe.
David: Oh, great.
Kelly: Oh, thank God! Blair and Todd must be ecstatic.
Kevin: Wait they got Starr back?
Dorian: Well, the thing is, though, when I talked to him, the F.B.I. man was just so --
Kevin: What, what?
Dorian: I don't know, there was something -- I asked about Blair and there was something in his voice.
Kevin: Like what?
Dorian: I just have this feeling, this terrible, awful feeling that something is wrong with Blair, and I can tell you I'm sure that Todd is responsible for it in some way.
Bo: This is Commissioner Buchanan, Detective. Has that helicopter spotted anything?
Travis: You ok?
Starr: I'm fine. I know that my dad will get my mom back.
Travis: Look, this is my fault, and I --
Starr: No, it's not. Come on, you're not the one that made me run away. You're the one that helped me get rescued. And you went all the way to Llanview. I mean, come on, I can't believe that you walked into my Aunt Dorian’s house. She bites people's heads off for fun.
Travis: No, she doesn’t.
Starr: You have a nice smile. I hate waiting. Just wish they'd tell us something.
Travis: I know.
Starr: All these cops pouring in here, in the park. Must have ticked off my dad a lot. I know that once he gets a hold of Laser --
Bo: Hayes, stay here.
Starr: Oh, my God! Oh, my God! Oh, my God!
Laser: You shot me! Oh, man, my shoulder's on fire. You bastard!
Todd: You ok?
Todd: Huh? You all right?
Blair: Yeah, there was nothing I could do to help. Watch out, Todd!
Bo: Next one won't be a warning, Laser. It's not worth it. You want to die?
Dorian: Maybe it would be better if I went to New York.
David: Look, what makes you think that there's really something wrong with Blair? Ouch, there's that look. She's right. Cramer’s have some sort of sixth sense. I'm just going to have to get used to that.
Dorian: Excuse me. La Boulaie. Blair! Blair, honey! Oh, thank God! I'm so happy that -- is every-- and Starr, too? Oh, thank God! Oh, that's wonderful! Bye-bye. Well, everybody's all right!
Dorian: Oh, I'm so happy. I am so happy!
Kevin: That's great.
Kelly: Please pick up. Paul, Paul, you got to call me as soon as you get this. We have real problems.
Paul: Just a tad out of your jurisdiction, aren't you there, Lieutenant?
Natalie: Actually, John grew up in A.C.
John: I love this city. I mean, look at this place. Got to love the fun and excitement.
Paul: Yeah, why today, I wonder. I mean, is it because of the excitement, or you just can't stop following me around?
Natalie: Ok, Paul --
Paul: Oh, no, I know. You're here to serve the imaginary warrant because you've finally broken the imaginary case you've been building against me, right? Well, here I am, man! You busted me, bro! I'm going down!
Natalie: Paul, Paul --
John: Believe me, Cramer, when I bust you, there'll be nothing imaginary about it.
Paul: Well, you know, I think I said it earlier -- you're out of your jurisdiction, aren't you? So why don't you stay the hell out of my life. Natalie, we've got some winnings here. Why don't we sit back down, huh?
John: I'm heading back to Llanview. You want to come?
Paul: Wait a minute. Wait a minute; you came all the way to Atlantic City to --
John: I asked Natalie a question, Cramer. Why don't you let her answer it.
Paul: Oh, yeah, sure. Natalie, are you going to stay here with the guy that brought you here or are you going to bail on me?
Natalie: You know that I have a really good time with you, right?
Natalie: I'm sorry, I -- the last thing I wanted to do was hurt you.
Paul: Yeah, come on Natalie, stop. I'll save you the long speech about the great times, you know, that we were together. I'll just say I understand.
Paul: You know, whatever makes you happy. That's fine with me. You got my number, so you can give me a call if you change your mind.
Natalie: It's not so bad.
John: If you say so. Ready to go?
Natalie: Yeah, just give me one sec, ok?
Paul: You know this must be a big thrill for you to take another guy's date away, right? Probably the highlight of your sorry life.
John: Two things -- one, you're acting like a jerk, two, whatever's going on between us, don't take it out on Natalie.
Paul: Oh, well, hell, man, I don't take orders from you.
John: Good, I don't give orders. I arrest people.
Paul: Excuse me.
Natalie: Is John giving you a hard time?
Paul: Let me tell you something, Natalie -- I have scraped Marines off the battlefield more times than I care to remember. So once you've been there and you've done that, McBain means nothing to me. I just hope you're careful.
Natalie: Of what?
Paul: Because he is going to break your heart.
Dr. Long: Well, thank you. We'll be in my office. The police will be here shortly. Oh, can I offer you anything? Oh, I have some soft drinks in that little fridge over there. Why don't you just move the livers and kidneys to one side? I'll be selling them off later today. Oh, what's the matter, Ms. Walsh? Don't you like my sense of humor?
Michael: Well, I'm just happy that somebody can find the humor in this situation.
Dr. Long: Aw. Oh, don't be sad, Michael. I mean, you -- you are a man of great determination. But you misperceived. Simple humanitarian activities somehow became criminal.
Marcie: Michael, listen, I'm really sorry about this, ok? I'm the one writing the murder mystery. I was working at the police station --
Michael: Marcie --
Michael: Stop. You warned me about this. You told me to stop snooping several times.
Dr. Long: Too bad you didn't listen.
Michael: You're telling me. Dr. Long, I don't know what to say. I am so sorry about all of this. You know, I didn't handle this correctly. If I had a question, I should've come to you and I should've listened to the answers. Instead, I -- I just went off halfcocked, and I got to tell you, I am sorry from the bottom of my heart. Will do anything possible to make it up to you.
Roxy: 1,000. That's 1,000 on the nose.
Nigel: And this partial payment will be delivered to you by nightfall, sir. No, you need have no concern about the rest of the -- is it called "loot"?
Rex: Cash. Just say cash.
Nigel: And the rest of the cash will be forthcoming in a matter of days. Oh, well, yes, thank you very much, sir. Oh, heavens, such rudeness.
Roxy: Nige, you are the man.
Rex: Yeah, you really came through in a pinch. So where'd you get all this? I thought you were tapped out because of the hotel.
Nigel: Oh, that's sad but true, but there's no need to worry about the details. The point is your dear mother is off the hook for a few days.
Roxy: So where'd you get the swag?
Roxy: All right, ok. You know, I'm not going to take it if you don't tell me. No, actually, I am going to take it, and you still have to tell me.
Nigel: Well, if you must know, I sold a rare antique collection I had.
Roxy: Your Greek coins? You loved those babies.
Nigel: Oh, well, they weren't doing anyone any good locked away in my safety-deposit box.
Roxy: You did that for me?
Nigel: Oh, well, you know, old friends, good friends, a friend in need --
Rex: Hey, listen, if you have any of those spare coins, you know, just --
Rex: Mom, get a grip!
Roxy: You did this for me! I mean you really did this for me!
Todd: Bo, what you did for -- well, thank you for everything.
Bo: I'm glad I could help.
Todd: Yeah, me, too.
Blair: I have never been so scared in my entire life, Starr.
Starr: Me, neither. I'll never run away again, no matter what happens.
Blair: Looks like this nightmare's finally over. She was just telling me how she is never, ever going to run away again.
Todd: Better be true. Let's head home, all right? We can take the helicopter.
Starr: Cool. Wait just one minute.
Todd: We're all right.
Blair: Yeah, except I'm still -- I'm still shaking.
Travis: So I guess we're not going to be seeing the Pacific Ocean anytime soon, huh?
Starr: I told you; it's like the Atlantic, but only bigger waves. But I don't think --
Travis: What, that you don't want to go with me?
Starr: No. That we would make it there. I mean the world is really big.
Travis: So now what? I mean, come on, do I ever see you again?
Starr: There's always the Internet.
Travis: Yeah, right. Email, the Internet. Right.
Todd: Excuse me. It's time to go.
Travis: I love you, Starr Manning! You haven't seen the last of me.
Paul: Hey, Kelly. What's up? You sounded worried on your message.
Kelly: I am. Kevin is checking up on you.
Paul: Well, tell him to join the pack.
Kelly: Paul, what if he finds out that you got my baby for me?
Paul: Kelly, don't worry about it, all right? I'm not going to tell him. So if he finds out, it's because you blew it, not me. All right, you deal with Kevin. I got my own problems.
[Knock on door]
Officer: Dr. Long?
Dr. Long: Yes. Oh, thank you for coming. Unfortunately, oh, there seems to be a terrible mistake. See, there was a misunderstanding about some files, but, well, everything's been cleared up now, so we won't be needing your assistance.
Officer: You're sure?
Dr. Long: Oh, positive, but thank you again. Oh, is there anything I need to sign?
Officer: No, it's ok.
Dr. Long: Thank you.
Michael: So? What's going on?
Dr. Long: I've decided to give you both a second chance. It's something I rarely do, by the way, but, well, you have your whole future ahead of you.
Michael: Well --
Dr. Long: I just hope now you realize that what I was doing was not only legal but perfectly appropriate. I think we can assume that you'll stop playing detective?
Michael: Yes, absolutely. And I just want to apologize for any sort of misunderstanding --
Dr. Long: Oh, don't worry about it. You just get well and, well, get back to work, ok?
Michael: All right.
Dr. Long: Oh, and good luck with finding a job, whatever it may be.
Marcie: Oh, thank you.
Dr. Long: Ok, Ms. Walsh.
Michael: Thanks a lot, and again, sorry, Dr. Long.
Dr. Long: All right, bye-bye.
Michael and Marcie: Bye.
Marcie: Oh, no. Ok, was that me or was that just really weird? I mean, the man had us halfway to jail, and then he just let us go.
Michael: For no reason? He had a reason. He had a really good reason. He didn't want these ending up on the D.A.'s desk.
Marcie: Wait, wait, wait. Wait a minute, what do you mean?
Michael: I mean that these files are as phony as a $3 bill.
Marcie: So we're still going to --
Michael: Oh, yeah, we are still going to blow the whistle on Dr. Shifty over there. The only thing is we have to be as careful as we possibly can, much more careful than we've been up to this point, ok?
Marcie: Ok. Ok.
Roxy: I know, but -- yeah, but -- yeah, I know, but why? My bookie wants me in Atlantic City with the money right now.
Nigel: And he promises he won't --
Roxy: Not to break my kneecaps, yeah, if I come with the $4,000 that you promised.
Nigel: Well, my pleasure.
Roxy: Look, Nige, I'm going to make this up to you, and when I get flush, I'm going to get you a bunch of new old coins.
Nigel: Oh, no. No, please don't try that.
Roxy: How about some old stamps, something like that?
Nigel: You know, Roxanne, we both know the only way to get that much money back to me quickly is by doing what got you in so much economic difficulty.
Roxy: Oh, hey, not me! You know, I'm not gambling on anything except the cable guy showing up. I mean this gal has really learned her lesson.
Nigel: Splendid. I regret my contribution isn't up to the enormity of your debt.
Roxy: Oh, it's ok because I got a couple of shekels from my kids, and I'm going to jack up the prices at Foxy Roxy’s and I'm going to start turning out more heads.
Nigel: Well, at least you will survive, and I fully intend to find more money for you somewhere.
Roxy: Hey, Nige, you are the man. All right, Atlantic City, here I come.
Nigel: You know, perhaps I should go with you.
Roxy: Oh, honey, I don't need your muscle -- not that you have any.
Nigel: That's not exactly what --
Roxy: And, you know, you got a hotel to run.
Nigel: Yes, but that's a great deal of money, in cash.
Roxy: I know. Can you smell it? Except I'm just going to go deliver it, you know, and I promise I'm going to come right back. I mean, Girl Scout's honor. And I'm going to stay far away from the slot machines, and if I do that, what can possibly go wrong?
Dorian: I'll get it. Oh, my! Starr! Oh!
Starr: Hi, Aunt Dorian.
Dorian: It's so good to see you! And you! Oh, I love you both. Oh.
Natalie: What's going to happen?
John: We'll see what happens.
Stay tuned for scenes from the next "One Life To Live" --
Starr: Well, at least one good thing came out of the kidnapping: you two are back together again.
Kevin: Did the doctor have any news?
Viki: It's not very good, Kevin.
Kelly: I need to know everything there is about my son, and I need to know it now.
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