OLTL Transcript Friday 7/22/05

One Life to Live Transcript Friday 7/22/05

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Kevin: Kelly, listen --

[Kelly screams]

Kevin: Oh!  Oh, my God!  Ah!

Nash: Hey, Tess?  It's time to wake up.

Tess: How did I get in the bed?

Nash: Eh, you looked kind of uncomfortable, so I took your place on the floor.

Tess: Well, I thought giving up the bed was against the rules.

Nash: Mm-hmm.  I made an exception.

Tess: Hmm, so you're playing nice today?

Nash: Ooh, you think that's nice?  You're going to love this.

Tess: Oh, my God!

John: I need this imaging software up and running, Hicks.  Why is it offline?

Ofc.  Hicks: Glitch in the system.  I.T.'s working on a patch to fix it right now.

John: Go light a fire under them.  We're wasting time.

Bo: Hey.  What do you got?

John: Maybe a real lead, Bo. We could be looking at the face of the killing club killer within the hour.

Hayes: So, Mc Bain knows who the killer is, huh?

Hayes: You know, if that's the case, mMarcie, we have a very big problem.

Bo: This the guy?

John: That's who he used to be.

Bo: Why do we like him for this?

John: Apparently, even the nuts in the killing club were creeped out by Potter, since the journal, the book, and Marcie's background all point to someone from her past.

Bo: Yeah, it sounds thin.

John: Yeah, that's what I thought, too, until I ran this guy's sheet.  He's off the grid, Bo.  A real freak.  He's been M.I.A. since high school.

Bo: But no death certificate?

John: No.  No one has seen Ivan Potter since the Garvey Clinic outside Baltimore.

Bo: Why do I know that name?

John: I don't know, but they do this sort of reconstructive surgery for an exclusive clientele.

Bo: So this guy changes his name and his face and disappears.

John: Or it could be he's been under our noses this whole time, one of these guys that gets off on thinking he's so much smarter than the cops.

Bo: So you think this guy could be part of Marcie's life right now, but she doesn't recognize him?

John: Maybe he knew one of the vics, someone in the department.  Bo, we could have looked this guy right in the face and never even known it.

Marcie: What problem do we have, Hayes?

Hayes: Well, you can put it together, can't you, Marcie?

Marcie: Huh.  Oh, right.  My book sales, they'll drop if they catch this maniac.  Do you think I care?  Unlike you, Hayes, I am actually happy that John is closing in on the killer.

Hayes: Yeah, why -- ahem, why do you keep referring to him as the killer if Mc Bain already knows who it is?

Rex: Wait a minute.  They found out who the killer is?

Marcie: I should not even be talking about any of this.

Rex: Hey, if you heard something about Natalie, I want to know about it.

Hayes: Yeah, and I'd like to know if I have to hire another bodyguard.

Marcie: You two are the last people on earth I should be talking about any of this to you.  You only care about how many books you aren't going to sell, and you only want to play hero.

Rex: I want to keep my sister from getting killed by the nut job that you set off.

Marcie: Me?  Your little prank with that stupid note is the only reason that Natalie was kidnapped in the first place.

Rex: Ok, listen, sweet cheeks, I'm not the one who wrote the textbook on murder.

Marcie: That's not what it is, and you know it.

Rex: What are you going to call the sequel?  "How to kill friends and influence psychos"?

Hayes: Yeah, I didn't realize that you guys harbored such a hatred for one another.

Rex: Yeah, well, it's on now!

[Nash laughs]

Tess: What are you doing?

Nash: Oh, I had these friends who got married.  They did this with all the cash and checks that they got as wedding gifts.  They said they didn't know what was better, the cash -- cash, cash -- or the sex.

Tess: Sex is always better.

Nash: Yeah.  Look, I didn't want to wake you up, it's just I was so pumped, I had to tell somebody about this.

Tess: What, that you robbed a bank?

Nash: Ha-ha!  No, not quite, not quite.  I went to get breakfast this morning, hit an A.T.M. to get some cash.  Saw my balance -- I tripped out.  All right?  I hit this tech stock just right, just right, just right.  Paid out a major dividend today -- huge!

Tess: So you cashed out.

Nash: Yeah.

Tess: I'm always telling people money can buy happiness.  So what are you going to do with all this money?

Nash: Well -- huh -- first things first.  You got to get up, get dressed, and then we're going to go find you an apartment.  I'm going to spot you the money for the security deposit just because I'm feeling generous today.

Tess: Why can't I just stay here?

Nash: You want to -- you want to live with me?

Tess: No, I don't want to live with you.  I'm not looking to shack up with anyone.  I just need a place to crash for a week or two -- three, tops.

Nash: Oh, security deposit's no good if you can't make your rent.

Tess: That about covers it, yeah.

Kevin: Ah --

Kelly: What are you doing here?

Kevin: Going blind!  Since when do you wash your hair with battery acid?

Kelly: Oh, come on.

Kevin: Oh.

Kelly: You have to -- you have to wash out your eyes.

Kevin: Ah!

Kelly: Here.

Kevin: Oh!

Kelly: Is that better?

Kevin: Well, you'd think scalding water would be soothing to the naked eye, but not so much!

Kelly: Here, hold on.  There.  How's that?

Kevin: It's better.  You know, you might be on to something here.  Who needs animal testing?  Just line up a few ex-husbands and you're set!  Oh!

Kelly: Kevin, would you like to tell me exactly what you're doing in my shower?

Kevin: What I'm doing here?

Kelly: Mm-hmm.

Kevin: What am I -- what am I doing?  That's a good question.  You have to ask -- you, me, shower?  There's a lot of history in the -- ahem -- shower system -- ahem -- for us.  Uh, this isn't coming out right.  Um, you see --

Kelly: All right, all right, sure, yeah, we spent a lot of time getting clean when we were married.  That was a long time ago.

Kevin: And yet here we are.

Kelly: Because you decided to drop by.

Kevin: Well, are you sorry I did?  Because despite the burning in my eyes, I'm not.

Kelly: You know, you've put me in kind of an awkward position.

Kevin: I -- look, I know, ok?  I don't expect -- I mean -- I just -- I wanted --

Kelly: What, to live out some kind of male fantasy?

Kevin: No!  I was trying to be spontaneous.  In hindsight, I probably should have called.

Kelly: Yeah.

Kevin: Look, I'm sorry.  What do you want from me?

Kelly: I don't know.  How about an apology?

Kevin: Ok.  I'm sorry that I was stupid enough to think that surprising you in the shower would be appealing to you in any way, shape, or form.  Are we good?

Kelly: Your eyes still burning?

Kevin: Yes!

Kelly: What's in this stuff, anyway?

Kevin: Is that my shampoo?  You never use my shampoo.

Kelly: Well, I liked the way your pillow smelled when you'd get up in the morning.

Kevin: Really?

Kelly: Yeah, and sometimes I use your shampoo and the smell of it fills the shower and it reminds me of --

Kevin: Me?

Kelly: Yes.  You know, if you'd stayed on your side of the bed, my pillow never would have smelled like you.

Kevin: Well, I'll tell you what -- given the chance, I would never stay on my side of the bed again.

Nash: How come you never told me you were broke?

Tess: What, like you?

Nash: Like me -- yesterday.

Tess: Oh, and you've made enough to change your life?

Nash: Well, to get started, yeah.  You know, I'll reinvest, enough to get a little closer to actually achieving my dream and maybe enough to help you get on your feet.

Tess: So I'm your charity case now?

Nash: I just assumed that you needed a little shove in the right direction.

Tess: Really?  Well, I'll tell you what you can shove.

Nash: And there I was thinking you were flush.

Tess: Was that before or after I stole your wallet?

Nash: So you really don't have a job?

Tess: Do you?

Nash: I'm a day trader.

Tess: I meant a real job.  Oh, I'm sorry.  Did I say that out loud?

Nash: You know, I got my seed money.  It's all I needed.  So you don't work?

Tess: I'm a writer.

Nash: Uh-huh.  What do you write?

Tess: Fiction, about people, relationships.  Actually, at this very moment, I'm doing research.

Nash: What kind of research?

Tess: Life experience.  I've led a very sheltered life.

Nash: Mm-hmm, I'll bet.

Tess: Well, haven't you ever wanted to break out?  Haven't you ever been so full of life and not been able to live it?  I'm finding myself, I'm finding my passion, I'm finding my muse.

Nash: So you don't work.

Tess: You don't call that work?

Nash: How come you never mentioned writing before?

Tess: Oh, it's because we've known each other for so long.

Nash: Oh, yeah.  Hey, I mean, you know, I've only fed you, I've housed a complete stranger for two days.  Why would I expect you to give me anything other than that bad-ass attitude and a whole lot of sexual frustration?

Tess: Ooh, I sexually frustrate you?

Nash: Oh, no.  I always get together with a broad and end up sleeping on the floor.  You know, I found out today that I am one step closer to achieving my dream, and the first thing I could think of was coming back here to shower you with cash.

Tess: Yeah?  Well, nobody asked you to do that.

Nash: You're right.  Nobody did.  And nobody asked me to bail you out, either.  Nobody asked me to put up with your games.  You know what, Tess?  You're a lot of work, and I got a lot to do.

Tess: You know what?  If a rent-controlled Avenue C studio apartment is the first step to your master plan, I can hardly wait to see the pot of gold.

Nash: You don't know me at all.

Tess: Hi, this is Jessica Buchanan.  I have an emergency, and I'm going to need your help.

Bo: Judge Lindquist signed off on a warrant for the Garvey Clinic.  They faxed us the access codes for their database.

John: Good deal.  I got it right here.  What's that -- 2569.  Let's see if they kept "before" and "after" pictures in their patient files.

Bo: Scroll down there.

John: Yeah.

Bo: There.

John: Right, Ivan Potter, age 19.

Bo: Whoa.  This guy went from 245 to 155 in four months.

John: Mm-hmm.  Had his eyes and jaw line done.  Then he had a complete facial reconstruction.

Bo: How did a kid like Potter come up with that kind of money?

John: Oh, I got plenty of "before" photos, but -- this case?  No "after" shots.  Surprise, surprise.

Bo: You know, if everything's on the up an up, why wouldn't he want somebody to take his picture with his new extreme makeover?

John: Can you really do so much work that even people that know you won't recognize you?

Bo: Oh, it happens around here all the time.

John: So, what, now all we got is this imaging software?

Bo: All right, you see if you can find out what potter looks like now.  I'm going to run his family.  Maybe one of them heard from him.

John: All right.  Oh.  Come on, man.  Show me what you look like now.

Marcie: For once in your life, Rex, could you just stop acting like an idiot?  Please.

Rex: You're the one who came up with this idea, a killing club.

Marcie: That is unfair, Rex.  I should not be held responsible for what some crazy man is doing.

Rex: Tell that to my sister!  Everyone in town knows this guy's copying off your sick little high school fantasy.

Marcie: Oh, really?  What was your high school fantasy, Rex?  Graduating?

Rex: I may not be the sharpest tool in the shed --

Marcie: You said it, not me.

Rex: But at least I'm not taking blood money like you and your bottom-feeding agent.  If this lunatic dusts my sister, it's all on you, Marcie.

Marcie: Rex, do not walk away from me.  I am still talking to you.

Rex: I can walk away from you.  Ah, keep talking.

Hayes: It's me.  Yeah, I know what our next move's going to be.  It's a perfect test for Marcie.  It fell into my lap.  I didn't think Marcie hated anyone enough to make this pass, but --

Marcie: Calm down.

Rex: How about if I read a book about how to kill Marcie?

Hayes: Obviously, I was wrong.

Maitre 'd: May I help you, ma'am?

Tess: Yes. I'm meeting someone here, rich sepulveda.  I haven't seen him in a couple years, so I'm not really sure --

Man: Jessica?

Tess: Hi!

Rich: Well, look at you.  The last time we saw each other I think you were just turning 18.

Maitre 'd: I'll prepare your table.

Rich: Thank you.  Well, I was so happy to hear from you when you called.  Are you down here working on a story?

Tess: Actually, yeah, I am.

Rich: What about?

Tess: Oh, you know, this, that.  I actually wanted to talk to you about liquidating a chunk of my portfolio.

Rich: Oh, well, how big a chunk are we talking about?

Tess: Well, enough to choke a horse.  Seriously, though, I'm going to be living in New York for a little while.  I'm going to need some operating expenses.

Rich: Oh, I see.

Tess: Is there a problem, rich?  I mean, it is my money.

Rich: Well, technically, no, it isn't.  But you already knew that.

John: 6 feet tall, medium build, brown hair.  All right, hospital specs for what was done to his cheekbones, jaw, nose, and eyes.  Numbers do not lie.  All right, man, show me what you look like. 

Kelly: I don't know what you thought was going to happen by showing up here.

Kevin: I just wanted to talk to you, and you were in the shower.  And I was going to wait, I was, but then I saw you through the glass.  You just -- you looked so beautiful, you know?  And the next thing I know, I was opening the door, and I -- I took a chance.  I know it was risky.

Kelly: And a bit presumptuous.

Kevin: What can I say?  I saw you, I missed you, and I wanted you.  You know, there was a time when I could have walked into your shower and you would have been happy to see me.  All right, you know what, I'll go, but just -- look, I can live with being shot down, ok?  But I couldn't live with leaving you here and not letting you know how I feel.

Kelly: Take off your clothes.

Tess: What do you mean, it's not my money?

Rich: Don't you remember?  It's a trust in your name that your parents set up.

Tess: Yes, and I'm legal now, 21.  You want to see my I.D., Rich?

Rich: I'm sorry.  I thought I'd explained all this when I met with your family when you were 18.

Tess: When I got the money, yes.

Rich: Well, that's when you got a portion of the money.  You won't get the bulk of your estate until you turn 30.

Tess: 30.  Right.  Wow, my parents are so thoughtful, generous.  You know, I -- you misunderstood what I was saying before.  I'm just kind of in a little cash crunch right now, and, you know, I'm living here in New York, and I'm not so good at budgeting.

Rich: My wife has the same problem.

Tess: Oh, you know us women -- hmm-hmm.  Anyways, I need to get my hands on just a little bit of cash, and I don't want to drag my family into it.

Rich: Yeah.

Tess: I'm sure you can understand, right?

Rich: Well, that shouldn't be a problem.  In any event, your parents made it clear that you could use your own discretion when it came to managing these funds.  I'm just playing my role as gatekeeper.

Tess: And you play it so well.

[Phone rings]

[Rich chuckles]

Rich: Oh.  Oh, I need to take this.  If you'll excuse me.

Tess: Nice work, Princess Jessica -- not going to have the money till you're 30?  Oh, God.  You need me more than you know.

Nash: Hi.

Tess: What are you doing here?

Nash: You wrote this address down on a piece of paper next to the phone in my apartment.

Tess: And you followed me here?  That's a little skeevy.

Nash: I wanted to apologize.

Tess: Apologize?

Nash: Yeah.  When I came out and you weren't there anymore, I realized I might have been too hard on you.

Tess: "May have."  Hmm.

Nash: Ok, I was.  Look, it's just that you -- you --

Tess: What?

Nash: Nothing --

Tess: It's just that I'm what?

Nash: All right.  Me -- I'm a pretty level-headed guy, you know?  Eye on the prize and all that, but for some reason, when I'm around you, I just can't focus on what it is that I'm supposed to be doing.

Tess: Which is?

Nash: Making money.

Tess: Oh, yes, money.  Well, it was pouring money a little while ago.

Nash: Oh, no, that's just a taste of what I'm actually going to need, but --

Tess: Oh, well, then, you know what?  Don't let me keep you from it, ok?

Nash: Oh --

Tess: What's up, Nash?  Don't you have money to stack somewhere?

Nash: I worry about you, ok?  I think about you.  I think about what you want.  I think about where you're going.  I think about -- most of all, I think about who is this girl who sets me so off balance that half the time I feel like I could just fall flat on my face.

Tess: So I vex you, that's it.

Nash: I'll bet you've vexed a lot of guys in your day.

Tess: It's sweet of you to worry about me.

Nash: Yeah, well, someone's got to.

Rich: I'm sorry about that.  Oh, looks like they've got our table.  You ready, Jessica?

Bo: What do you got?

John: I hate these things.  Computer crashed.  It's rebooting itself, but I may have lost everything.

Bo: All right, these things happen, John.  Just don't let it get to you.

John: That was the best lead we had, Bo.  I was 10 minutes away from getting a picture of this son of a bitch.

Bo: How much longer till you're back online?

John: I don't know.  Supposedly it's coming up right now.

Bo: Ok, but we have to hold it together, you know?  I put the mayor off once.  He's not going to want to hear what have to say next time.  Did you come up with anything else in Potter's file?

John: No.  You know, Bo, for him to have done this kind of reconstruction, he's hated himself for a long time.

Bo: That makes sense.

John: Now he thinks he has the perfect disguise for hiding in plain sight.

Bo: Well, he can't hide Natalie forever.  But I don't see him just letting her go.

John: If he does anything to Natalie, I'll kill him myself.

Rex: If you really cared, you'd be at the police station right now helping Bo and Mc Bain catch this guy.

Marcie: Rex, I would --

Hayes: You know, I'm sick and tired of everyone in this town blaming Marcie.  The only thing Marcie did was write a best-selling mystery novel.  If the keystone cops around here would spend less time harassing me, maybe they'd find the killer.

Marcie: Shut up, shut up, shut up!  Please, shut up, both of you.  This -- it's not about you, and I can handle Rex.  The last thing I need to hear from you right now is complaints about the police department.  They are working night and day to capture this maniac who kidnapped Natalie, ok?

Rex: So step off.  If we need someone to whine and suck the life out of the room, we'll call you.  You make me sick.

Hayes: You know, the last time somebody said something like that to me, they wound up dead.

Singer: Oh, the price you pay

[Phone rings]

Rich: I am so sorry.  I'm managing a meltdown today.  Please excuse me.

Tess: That was Rich.  He's my broker, and he just --

Nash: He called you "Jessica."

Tess: Yeah.  Yeah!

Nash: Yeah, your -- your twin sister who passed away -- Jessica.

Tess: You know, he's an airhead.  He's great with number crunching, but when it comes to the whole people thing, he's a little off.  You were in the process of apologizing to me.  Please continue.

Nash: I thought I just did.

Tess: No, I think what you were doing was giving me examples of how I'm interfering in your life, so --

Nash: Right.  Ok.  Back at my place, I realized that I'm always busting your chops for never being straightforward with me.  And I realize that I am always pulling the same act with you.  I'm just not used to spending this much time with someone.

Tess: I'm sorry.  If there was an apology somewhere in there, I must have missed it.

Nash: You're killing me.  All right.  I just assumed you needed some money, and I was pissed when you wouldn't take it.  I crossed the line, and I'm sorry.

Tess: So you're apologizing for wanting to lend me money?

Nash: I'm apologizing for assuming that you needed to be rescued when you so obviously don't.  I have never met someone with such self-confidence that they can walk into the streets of New York City without a dollar in their pocket and know that for a fact they could make something happen without breaking a sweat.  As much as I hate to admit it, I envy you.

Tess: Really?  Wow.  It's the kind of line a guy uses on me to get me in the sack.

Nash: No, I've had you in the sack.  It didn't do it for me.

Tess: Huh.  Well, that's only because you ended up on the floor.

Nash: Ah, but I respected myself in the morning.

Tess: I bet you did.  Rich, this is my friend Nash.  Nash, Rich.

Nash: Pleased to meet you.

Rich: You, too.  Listen, that was Corey, my assistant.  One of our clients was just indicted.  I need to get back to the office.

Tess: I understand.

Rich: Call Corey and tell her what you need.  You've always been so careful with your money.  Won't be a problem.

Tess: Thanks, Rich.

Rich: Nice to meet you, Nash.

Nash: Likewise.  All right.  So, you do have money?  Uh-huh.

Tess: Little bit.  Rich is the gatekeeper.

Nash: You know, a week ago I couldn't have afforded a coffee in this place, but I seem to have run into a little bit of luck lately.  Would you have lunch with me?  We could go Dutch.

Tess: You know what?  I think I'm going to let you get this one.

Nash: I thought you might.

Tess: Mm-hmm.  You know, I bet you wish you'd never met me.  Your life would've been so much easier.

Nash: And why do you think I want "easier"?

Tess: Are we drinking?

Nash: Ooh, I am not coming to this place and not hitting the wine list.  We'll have the Chateau Villefort, please.

Waiter: A very good choice, sir.

Nash: Thank you.

Tess: Hmm.  Well, if you wanted to impress me, it's just better to lead with vodka shooters.

Nash: You know, a crust of bread and a fine wine is all I need.  You'll live longer, too.

Tess: You have all the answers, don't you?

Nash: All the ones that count.

Kevin: I hope you weren't keeping this for a special occasion.

Kelly: Well, what could be more special than a visitor in my shower?  This for me?

Kevin: Yep.

Kelly: So what should we drink to?

Kevin: Uh -- going blind, and what it leads to.

Kelly: So what are we calling this?

Kevin: Mmm.  Shh. Shh, shh, shh, shh.  Come here.  You look a little tense.

Kelly: Hmm.  I'm a lot less tense than I was a little while ago.

Kevin: Oh, yeah?

Kelly: I love the way you touch me.

Kevin: I miss touching you.

Kelly: You make me feel like no one else.

Kevin: Mmm.  You have no idea how much I think about you.  You know that?  Sometimes, late at night, I close my eyes, and I just think about how you feel, how you smell.  And I think about how your neck comes down into your shoulders.  And I think about right here -- the way your back is curved.  And I think about holding you and making love to you.

Kelly: Well, I don't know why this happened, but I'm glad it did.

Kevin: I'll tell you what, that'll teach you not to lock your door when you're taking a shower.

Kelly: Oh, really?  If I had, would it have stopped you?

Kevin: Probably not, no.

Kelly: What's that smile for?

Kevin: Because I'm happy.  I haven't been this happy in a long time.

Kelly: Me, too.

Rex: Oh, is that some kind of threat?

Hayes: Not directly.  It was a joke.  Is it my fault if this guy doesn't appreciate Gallows humor?

Marcie: You know, I used to think I hated you.  Now I just feel sorry for you.  You are the most pathetic human being I have ever met.

Hayes: Funny.  I thought you were putting this Neanderthal at the top of your hit list.

Rex: I've been looking to take out my frustration on someone for a while now.

Hayes: Touch me again, you'll be in jail by dinner.

Rex: Oh, it'll be worth it.

Hayes: I'm going.  You know, Marcie, I -- I know you think I only care about book sales and profits, but I also care about friends.  All I ever wanted was for you to be my friend.  That's all I ever wanted, so, please -- please, don't ever forget that.

Marcie: Ok.  Was that me, or was that just a little weird?

Rex: Yeah, the dude's an agent.  He has 10% of a life!  I mean, you and Hayes Barber make a hell of a team.

Marcie: What did you just say to me?

Rex: Hayes scrapes his off the top while you pull down the big bucks.  You know, you and him probably sit at home begging for Natalie to turn up dead all so you can sell a few more books.  Ugh.  All my life, people have called me a low-life bottom feeder, but I've got nothing on you.

Marcie: You have no idea what this is doing to me, Rex.

Rex: No.  But I've got a real good idea what it's doing to Natalie.

Kelly: Do we know what we're doing?

Kevin: Well, if not, we're faking it very well.  I tell you what, we keep this up, I may never leave.

Kelly: I might even clear my schedule.

Kevin: Maybe we should turn off our cell phones, huh?

Kelly: Baby, if you're even thinking about answering your cell phone, I've lost my touch.

Kevin: Oh, yeah?

[Kevin laughs]

Nash: Well, what do you think?

Tess: It's red.

Nash: Mm-hmm.

Tess: So what else does it for you?  Besides wine and me.

Nash: If I could see the water at Battery Park, if I could watch the sun set behind the Statue of Liberty every day, I would die a happy man.  I know that money won't make me happy, but I want to be secure.  I want to work hard.  I want to earn what I get so that I can appreciate the finer things that I get.

Tess: Like lunch with a beautiful woman.

Nash: For starters.

Tess: So go on.

Nash: I love the way the world brightens around you when you smile.  Until I met you, my -- my apartment was a place to be endured until I saw you sleeping in my bed.  Now I can't wait to go back because I know that you will be there.

Tess: Wow.

Nash: Two weeks ago, I had a plan, and I was putting it into action.  But now I daydream.  I daydream about you.  I daydream about you in that pool in the Hamptons, half of me wanting to throttle you for going through my wallet, and the other half wanting to jump in there and finish what we started last night.

Tess: And I was just looking for somebody to party with.

Nash: You know, if you would trade on your brains and your personality half as much as you rely on that smoking body of yours, there'd be no stopping you.  You scare the hell out of me, Tess, because I could change my plans for you.  And I've never done that for anyone.

Tess: Where are you going?

Nash: I cannot make a speech like that and not make an exit.

Woman: He's a keeper, baby.  Hold on to that one.

Marcie: Rex, if you're here to pound on me some more, I really --

Rex: I shouldn't have run my mouth like that.  You just came up with the killing club idea.  You just wrote a book about it.  You didn't have anything to do with Natty getting snatched up.

Marcie: Thanks.  Thanks for saying that.

Rex: It's just been a tough couple of months, you know?

Marcie: I know.

Rex: Jen and now what's happening to Natalie.  I -- I know I'm freaking out.

Marcie: You're scared.

Rex: I want her back.  I want -- I just want this to be over, you know?

Marcie: Yeah.  I'm scared, too, Rex.  I'm scared, too.

Bo: Couldn't we get a sketch artist to do this?

John: This is more accurate since we've got the specs from the hospital on what was done to Potter's face.  We used to use these simulators at Quantico.  Sometimes you just got to trust the math.

Bo: Yeah.  What's going on here?

John: I entered the specs on what he had done to his jaw line, so it's rendering an image.

Bo: Technology's amazing.

John: Hmm.  The more I look at it, the more I think we're going to know this guy, Bo.

Rex: Dude, what are you doing hanging around?  Marcie doesn't want to see you any more than she wants to see me.

Hayes: Well, actually, I was waiting for you, Rex.

Rex: You're a freak.

Hayes: What was that?  What'd you say, Rex?  I didn't quite hear you.  Want to repeat it?  Huh?  I thought you might like to see what happened to big sis, huh?  Rex.

Rex: Ugh!

Hayes: Time to die, Rex.

>> On the next "One Life to Live" --

Kelly: You know, how is it that you're here today making love to me?

John: I knew it.

Bo: What is it?

John: Look who it is.

Hayes: You know, you never really did like me, did you?

Marcie: What?

Hayes: You would never let me into the killing club.

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