OLTL Transcript Tuesday 8/1/06

One Life to Live Transcript Tuesday 8/1/06


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Rex: Hey!

Adriana: What? I was just trying to cool you off.

Rex: Sure. How about I cool you off?

Adriana: Oh, no, no, no.

Rex: No, no, I'm thirs -- ahem. I'm thirsty. Give me a drink. What, you donít believe me? Have a little faith in me.

Adriana: I do. All the faith in the world. Hmm. You know, I really should be grateful to this maniac whoís been stalking me.

Rex: Why?

Adriana: Because if he never came after me, you and I never would've gotten back together.

Dorian: Hey, Kelly. Kelly?

Kelly: Oh. Hi.

Dorian: Hi. Sweetheart? Are you all right?

Kelly: Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine. You just startled me, thatís all.

Dorian: You donít look fine. And remember, itís only been a few days since you fainted dead away at The Palace. Come on, I'm a doctor -- take my advice. You better go see a doctor.

Kelly: Dorian, I told you -- the only reason why I passed out was because I hadnít eaten. Now, can we please just drop this?

Dorian: Kelly, look at me. You're lying.

Bartender: What'll it be?

Kevin: Just coffee, black.

Clint: Make that two. Son, I'm proud of you. I know itís not easy getting your life back on track, but you're making progress.

Kevin: You're right -- itís not easy, not when I think about Duke every second of every day. I miss him so much.

Clint: So do I.

Bo: Hey, guys.

Clint: Hey.

Bo: Thanks for coming.

Clint: No problem. What do you need, Bo?

Bo: Well, I hate to get you two involved in this, but right now I'm working on a -- an unofficial basis.

Kevin: Well, thatís why we're here -- to help you put things right.

Clint: Yeah. Like Pa always says, Buchanans stick together, especially when someone is gunning after one of us. Now, if Spencer Truman is the one who set you up, Bo, we're going to help you prove it.

David: You lied to me, you blackmailed me, and you let me believe that I was a murderer for 25 years. Well, now, my dear brother, it is payback time.

Spencer: What are you going to do, David? Shoot me and throw me in the Llantano river?

David: I donít shoot people -- not with real bullets anyway. Thatís more your speed, isnít it?

Spencer: You're delusional, David. I've never fired a gun in my life.

David: Except for the time that you shot Thomas McBain. We both know you did it, so why donít you admit it because we're not leaving here until you start talking. So start talking now.

Natalie: John, have you heard a word I said?

John: Hmm? I'm sorry, I must've been someplace else.

Natalie: Let me guess -- trying to mind-meld with Spencer Truman.

John: What? Hey, look, want to shoot some pool?

Natalie: Sure. Thatís where you do your best thinking. [Phone rings] You rack.

John: Hang on. Yeah, Bo. Whatís going on?

Bo: Well, I'm at that bar that you were telling me about waiting for this guy Lenny to show up.

John: What are you going to do?

Bo: I've got a plan, but I donít want to go into any details with you. I donít want you to get in any more trouble with I.A., in fact, you and I never had this conversation.

John: What conversation?

Bo: Exactly.

John: Good luck, Bo.

Bo: Thanks a lot. I'll keep you posted.

Natalie: Hey!

Michael: Hey.

Marcie: Hey.

John: Hey.

Michael: Howís the case? Any word on Vickers' sentencing?

Natalie: You didnít tell him?

John: We've sort of been playing phone tag.

Michael: Tell me what?

John: Vickers didnít do it. Heís -- heís somewhat innocent.

Michael: What?

Natalie: David didnít kill your father. Spencer Truman did.

Kelly: I canít believe you're calling me a liar.

Dorian: Yes, I am -- liar. There, I did it twice.

Kelly: And what exactly are you accusing me of lying about?

Dorian: For goodness sakes, you -- you're fainting in public places, you -- you havenít eaten breakfast in I donít know how many days, and I cannot even remember how long itís been since you had an adult beverage. You're pregnant, arenít you?

Kelly: No. No, I told you. I thought it was a possibility at first, but --

Dorian: Yeah, right, right. You took the pregnancy test, it turned out negative.

Kelly: Right, yes. It was negative, end of story.

Dorian: Maybe it would be except how do I know you're not lying about that?

Kelly: Well, I guess you're just going to have to take my word for it.

Dorian: Kelly, please. This is me -- you can tell me. If you're pregnant with Dukeís baby, you shouldnít have to go through this alone.

Kelly: Dorian, for the last time, I'm not pregnant with Dukeís baby. I'm not pregnant with anyoneís baby. I donít know what I have to do to get you to believe me -- what, take a lie-detector test?

Dorian: Ok. Thatís a good idea. Oh. I'm sorry, honey -- really, I am. If you say that you're not pregnant, then you're not pregnant.

Kelly: Thank you.

Bo: Now, I think that this is the guy that forged my signature on some documents from the morgue in Kentucky to make it look like I'm the one that signed for those bodies we found in the lake. I also did some checking on the guy, and he -- he got a heart transplant 10 years ago in Cleveland at the same hospital where Spencer was working.

Clint: Was Truman his doctor?

Bo: No, but magically, all of a sudden, Lennyís name shot right to the top of the transplant waiting list.

Clint: Uh-huh. So this Lenny owed him a favor, huh?

Bo: Yeah, you can -- big favor -- he owed him his life.

Kevin: And now the trick will be getting Lenny to admit it.

Bo: Yeah, well, see thatís where you guys come in. Now, do you know what you got to do?

Clint: Yeah. I think we got it.

Bo: All right. This bar is where Lenny normally hangs out. He usually shows up about 11:00, so --

Clint: Well, itís about that now, Bo. You should get out of sight.

Bo: Yeah, I'm going to -- I'm going to be in the managerís office here. Hey -- I want to thank you guys again.

Clint: Hey, no thanks needed.

Kevin: We'll do whatever we can to help you get your badge back.

Clint: Excuse me. Uh -- do you know a customer by the name of Lenny?

Bartender: Um -- sure. He comes in all the time.

Clint: All right. Would you let me know when you see him?

Bartender: You bet.

Kevin: So, I saw Kelly last night.

Clint: How'd that go?

Kevin: We talked, you know. I told her I didnít want to hate her.

Clint: Thatís good, Kevin. I'm glad to hear it.

Bartender: Hey, Lenny. Howís it going?

Lenny: Well --

Marcie: So, the charges against David -- they were just dropped, just like that?

John: Heís out of jail.

Michael: And you suspect Truman of shooting dad. Why?

Natalie: I ran the ballistics today on the bullet that was taken from your father.

John: Tests proved it didnít come from Vickers' gun. He didnít shoot the old man.

Michael: Oh, my God. Ok, I'm a little confused, though. I mean, just because David didnít do it, why does that mean that Spencer did? You have any proof?

John: Not yet, but I'm working on it.

David: Itís just the two of us now, Spencer. Thereís no point in denying it -- you shot Thomas McBain.

Spencer: What are you trying to get me to admit, David? Are you wearing a wire, huh?

David: No, no. Look for yourself. No wire, just you, me, and the truth. You gave me a gun filled with blanks and you shot Thomas McBain on your own, didnít you?

Spencer: Hey. You're late.

Young David: I changed my mind. I donít want to make t pickup. I got a bad feeling about it.

Spencer: Oh, come on, Dave. What are you talking about? Itís fine. Itís a routine pickup, man.

Young David: How do you know? What if these guys arenít so ready to give up the money they owe dad?

Spencer: Never going to happen. Itís all been arranged.

Young David: So you keep saying.

Spencer: All right, listen. If it'll make you feel any better, take a little insurance. What do you think about that?

David: What are you waiting for, you coward? Admit what you did.

Spencer: All right. I confess.

Adriana: Rex, whatís wrong?

Rex: I just donít like thinking about our breakup, when I almost lost you for good.

Adriana: But you didnít.

Rex: Only because some lunatic kept coming after you.

Adriana: Thatís not the only reason. But I will admit you certainly have proved yourself to me these last few weeks. I know I've said it before, but the way you risked your life for me -- I'm amazed by that. You really are my hero.

Rex: Well, thanks. But I want you to like me for who I am, not what I do.

Adriana: They're one and the same.

Clint: Hello, Lenny.

Lenny: Do I know you?

Kevin: Not personally, no, but we know you by reputation.

Lenny: What reputation is that?

Clint: Well, we were hoping that you could help us with a couple of documents, documents that might be missing a few signatures.

Lenny: Oh, well, you got the wrong man. I'm a bookkeeper, retired now.

Clint: Oh. So sorry to hear that. Would you hold that for me? I need my mug.

Lenny: Uh -- well, now that I think about it, I think I might be able to hook you up. What are you in the market for?

Clint: Well, we need to get control of the family business.

Lenny: I heard that before.

Clint: Yeah, I bet you have. Lenny, you know what? You need a beer. Bartender, could you get our friend a beer, please?

Kevin: You see, Lenny, my grandfather is running things right now and heís kind of getting up there in age.

Lenny: Has he gone batty or just too old-school for you gentlemen?

Kevin: Oh, he really doesnít have a clue what heís doing anymore.

Lenny: Yeah.

Clint: And he refuses to turn over the reins of the company to us.

Lenny: I'm not in the business of removing human obstacles, if you know what I mean -- strictly white-collar, no heavy lifting.

Kevin: Oh, no, no, no. We donít want him dead, you see? We just want his signature on this power of attorney so that we can run the company the way itís supposed to be run.

Lenny: Your way?

Clint: Thatís right. Now, exactly, and we've heard that you are the best in the business. Can you help us out?

Lenny: Oh -- you got a sample of the old manís signature?

Clint: Yep. Right here.

Lenny: "Asa Buchanan." Hmm, huh. Any relation to Bo Buchanan?

Clint: Bo is my brother, my sonís uncle.

Lenny: Whatís going on here? What the hell are you guys trying to pull?

John: I probably shouldnít be saying anything, but you're family, so here it goes. Hughes recorded a conversation between Vickers and his brother and itís pretty clear what happened. Truman gave his brother a gun loaded with blanks and then followed him into the alley that nit where he shot the old man with a different gun.

Michael: Truman admitted to this?

John: No, but he didnít deny it, either.

Michael: What makes you think he was even there, John?

John: He saw Truman in the alley right after the shooting.

Michael: I donít understand, John. Why -- why would Truman want to shoot our dad?

Jo: Um -- um, mike?

Michael: Paige? I need to talk to you.

Paige: What is it?

Michael: Truman covered for you all those years after you operated on my dad drunk. What I need to know is, did you cover up the fact that he shot my father?

David: You admit you killed Thomas McBain?

Spencer: I admit to giving you a gun loaded with blanks, David. You were nervous as hell. I mean, you were going to blow the meeting. You werenít even going to go on it.

David: "Meeting"? Try seriously dangerous situation. Try life-threatening situation.

Spencer: Well, I suppose it could've been an error in judgment on my part, but, look, I've always taken care of you. My heart was in the right place, David. I didnít know that you were actually going to be stupid enough to fire the damn thing. In fact, I told you "donít fire the gun," did I not? All right, look, itís already loaded, ok? Itís just in case you run into any problems, but you're not going to, all right? You're not going to shoot anybody, ok, but look -- hereís the deal. Thatís the safety right there, ok? One in the chamber, all right? Itís ready to go. Safety off and you pull the trigger, thatís it, but you're not going to shoot anybody with this thing, right? Thatís it. You're going to go to the pickup, you're going to get the money, and you're going to walk out. Itís that simple.

Young David: This thing looks pretty old. Are you sure it still works?

Spencer: Yeah, it works. Look, just -- just donít let anybody see it, ok? I mean, dad -- he gave me that before he died, ok? He actually gave me two of them, one of a pair. Thereís one for me and then I was supposed to give you one later when you were a little bit older. Itís part of a matching set.

Young David: Matching set?

Spencer: You do remember me telling you not to fire the gun, donít you, David?

David: I do remember. I also remember you telling me that gun was part of a match set, a match set that dad gave you before he died -- how did I forget this? There were two guns. There was the gun you gave me, and you must've used the other gun to shoot Thomas McBain.

Kevin: Hey, hey, just relax. No oneís trying to pull anything. This is a business proposition, pure and simple.

Lenny: Except you happen to be related to the ex-police commissioner. Smells like a setup to me.

Clint: Oh, no, no, . Lenny, take it easy. We all know about how you forged my brotherís signature for Spencer Truman. I'm going to tell you something -- you did us a huge favor. I mean, you think we like having a cop in the family?

Kevin: I'm telling you, Bo is a self-righteous do-gooder. Heís a huge pain in the ass.

Clint: And not only that, heís always on the old manís side. Whenever we try to do something, my brother votes us down.

Kevin: We've been trying to get him out of the picture for years.

Clint: And yet, you relieved him of his badge with just a stroke of your pen.

Lenny: I --

Kevin: Hey, itís ok. You donít have to pretend with us. You're really doing us a favor, all right? If you can do as good a job with Asaís signature as you did with Boís, then we can all finally get what we really want.

Clint: So, Lenny, what do you say? Will you help us take down my father the same way you did my brother?

Roxy: Lenny! Oh, my God! How you doing, man? I havenít seen you in, what, about 10 years?

Lenny: At least. How are you, baby?

Roxy: Hey, you know, I canít complain. I'd love to, but, hey, how you doing? You know these guys?

Lenny: Yeah, we just met. You know these two?

Roxy: Oh, I know all the Buchanans -- Clint and Kevin, Bo, Asa. Hey, guys, get me a brewski, will you, because nature calls, if you know what I mean.

Kevin: Sure. No problem.

Roxy: Whoa! Wrong can. Oh, hey, Commish. Speaking of the devil, I was just talking about you. Hey, look whoís here -- itís the commish. Oh, donít worry, Lenny. Heís not packing. You know, they took away his badge, but you'll always be the commish to me. And if these guys have anything to say about it, you'll be reinstituted like that, because this is a family that stays together and any idiot in Llanview could tell you that.

Michael: You knew, didnít you? You knew that Spencer Truman killed my father, and you covered for him all these years.

Paige: I donít understand. David shot your father. He confessed.

Michael: Stop it, Paige. David didnít do it. David has been cleared.

Paige: I'm so sorry. I really -- I have no idea what you are talking about. What are you saying, that -- that Spencer somehow shot your father?

Michael: I donít know, Paige. Why donít you tell me?

John: Cool it, mike. She doesnít know anything.

Paige: I really -- I donít. I donít know anything. Did Spencer shoot your father?

John: This conversation is over.

Natalie: Do you know whatís going on with Paige?

Marcie: I have absolutely no idea. I donít know. Oh, my God.

David: Oh, I do remember this now -- his-and-his guns. What happened to the other gun, Spencer -- the gun you used to shoot the cop?

Spencer: You're imagining things, David.

David: Oh, donít you give me this crap. You were there, werenít you? Did you shoot him because you thought he was going to shoot me, or was that part of the plan all along?

Spencer: You're sounding awfully paranoid, David.

David: Did you shoot McBain, take off, and then double-back pretending that you ran into me?

Spencer: Look, you were a nervous kid. You'd just shot a man. What are you talking about?

David: You canít kill a man with blanks no matter how hard you try.

Spencer: So now you're going to create some sort of wild fantasy, David? Shift the responsibility to me for your actions?

David: You know what? Why donít we let John McBain decide if this is all a fantasy.

Spencer: What did you say?

David: I'm going to call John McBain and tell him about your matching gun.

Clint: Lenny, Roxanne is not fully aware of our family situation.

Bo: Clint -- Clint, itís ok. I've got it from here.

Roxy: All right, how about a round of shots for the Buch boys?

Lenny: I'm not thirsty anymore.

Bo: Excuse us. You did some work for Spencer Truman recently, didnít you Lenny, you forged my signature on some documents from a morgue in Kentucky. An autopsy report. Some papers that are related to Margaret Cochranís death.

Lenny: I havenít seen Spencer Truman since he was a kid running cons with his dad.

Bo: Yeah. What about the heart transplant that you got, at the hospital where Spencer Truman was on staff? And you -- you shot right to the top of the waiting list there.

Lenny: So?

Bo: So you must have crossed paths with him at the hospital.

Lenny: I donít remember. You know how many doctors I saw in that hospital?

Bo: You know what? I think we should take this conversation back to your place, because I'll bet you've got some stuff there that could jog your memory.

Lenny: You got a warrant?

Bo: I'm not a cop anymore, thanks to you.

Lenny: Then we're done re.

Roxy: Lenny? Hey, Lenny? The guy didnít even say goodbye.

Kevin: Hey, did you get anything out of him?

Clint: Bo, I'm sorry.

Bo: Thatís ok. I'll figure some other way to get him.

Roxy: You guys got one of Lennyís markers?

Bo: Yeah, something like that.

Roxy: Well, good luck getting your money. Because that guy can be a real slippery dude.

Bo: Yeah? Oh. The guy he works for is even slipperier.

David: So much for brotherly love. Whatís wrong, Spencer? Couldnít follow through with it?

Spencer: You're my brother, David. I could never hurt you. I love you.

David: Well, you got a sick way of showing it.

Spencer: Why donít we just leave McBain out of this whole thing? Whatever it is that you think you're remembering, David, it just doesnít matter anymore.

David: No deal. You let me believe that I was a murderer for 25 years. It is your turn to shoulder that burden.

Marcie: Michael -- um -- itís Tommy, over there. Can you tell me what is the matter with you? I mean, how can you have a baby in a bar?

Man: Lady, I donít know who the hell you think you are, but I'm sure this is none of your business.

Marcie: No, this is my business. This is my husband. And we took care of Tommy after his parents passed away. And we really, really care about him. And --

Michael: Listen, Marce, I -- I really donít think this is the right time for this.

Marcie: No, this is the right time, ok? Because if heís not in b by 8:00 at night, then heís cranky the entire next day.

Woman: Whatís your problem, lady?

Marcie: My problem? My problem is that you have a baby in a bar in the middle of the night.

Woman: Look, back off. We're his foster parents now. And we're going to raise him any damn way we want.

Marcie: Oh, we'll just see about that, wonít we?

Paige: John, please -- if you tell me what is going on with Spencer, maybe --Maybe thereís some way I can help you.

John: [Phone rings] Excuse me. Yeah, McBain.

Bo: John, we're finished here.

John: How'd it go with Lenny?

Bo: It didnít. We were just about to confess, and all of the sudden Roxanne showed up, and she just blew everything sky-high.

John: Roxy? What the hell is she doing there?

Bo: Just bad luck. This guyís definitely our forger, though.

John: We'll get him. I'll get working on getting a warrant so we can check his place.

Bo: Howís everything at your end?

John: Busy. I'll -- I'll tell you about it later.

Bo: Ok, great. See you.

Paige: John -- John, if Spencer is involved in this, I might be able to help you prove it.

John: You've already done enough, Paige. I donít need your help.

David: Yeah? Well, you may need mine. I've got news.

Kelly: Why were you and Clint arguing about Kevin and me?

Dorian: Clint happened to walk in just as I was giving Kevin a piece of my mind about the cruel way that he was treating you. And -- and of course, Clint felt that he had to defend Kevin. Obviously, it -- it hurt him very much to hear the truth told about his son.

Kelly: Well, maybe it wasnít the truth.

Dorian: Oh, please. Kelly, donít tell me you're thinking of forgiving Kevin for the cruel way that he treated --

Kelly: All right, not one more word. Not one more word or I'm leaving. I'm serious.

Dorian: No, Kelly, please.

Kelly: No, I am serious. I am going to handle the problems I have with Kevin on my own, ok?

Dorian: Great. Because at least I can tell that you havenít totally lost your mind, because you just said that you remember that the two of you do have problems.

Kelly: Yes, of course, but, Dorian, he came by yesterday, and --

Dorian: And?

Kelly: And we talked. We talked about Duke and me and what happened, and he seems like he really wants to move beyond this and stop hating me so much. He seemed really sincere.

Dorian: Oh, he always does. Oh, Kelly, please, be very careful. Donít -- donít -- donít let this man get any closer to you again. All he ever does is hurt you.

Kelly: I'm going to go to bed. I'm going to go to bed. Itís late, all right?

Dorian: All right. Honey, you might need your purse.

Kelly: Ok.

Dorian: I'm t looking in your bag or anything, but these happened to be sticking out. Shortbread cookies? Short-- Kelly, you havenít eaten shortbread cookies since you were pregnant.

Kelly: All right. Thatís crazy. A girl canít have a few cookies -- my God -- without being accused of being pregnant.

Dorian: Do you know how many hours you'd have to work out to work off all those short-- come --

Clint: I hope itís not too late to be dropping in.

Dorian: Itís never too late for you. Please come in.

Clint: Thanks.

Dorian: You look like you need to talk.

Clint: I do.

Young David: I guess this is it.

Spencer: All right, I'm proud of you, little brother, you understand? Ok? You're going to be somebody one of these days, ok? Now, go do your job.

Young David: Here goes nothing.

Spencer: Well, good luck. But listen. I mean -- I mean, I promise that you're not going to need it, ok?

Young David: Letís hope not.

Spencer: Spencer Truman. Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Slow down a second. Take it easy. Just slow down, and tell me what happened.

John: Would you give us a minute, please?

David: No. Let her stay. I want her to hear this.

John: Whatever you got to say, just say it, Vickers.

David: I know something about the gun that Spencer used to shoot your father.

Clint: And so, just when we thought we had this guy, Roxanne Balsom shows up and totally blows our cover.

Dorian: Oh, no.

Clint: Hell, yes. And that was the end of Boís plan to get his badge back.

Dorian: Oh. Well, I'm really sorry. I'm also sorry that you couldnít help your brother.

Clint: Yeah, me, too. But I feel better talking to you about it.

Dorian: I'm glad.

Clint: The last time that we were together, I'm sorry that we were interrupted.

Dorian: Yeah, me, too. But -- well, you did have to take care of your daughter.

Clint: I did.

Dorian: But I have been thinking that there are a few ways that you could make it up to me.

Clint: That is such a coincidence. Because I got a few of them myself. Yeah.

Dorian: Why donít we take this upstairs and compare notes.

Clint: I'd like that. Dorian, I think that you're a very special woman. And I am so glad that we cut through the bull of who we were, who we are, who we're supposed to be with, who we're not supposed to be with, and I'm just glad that we're able to come together like this.

Dorian: Yeah. I'm glad, too. I'm very glad.

Clint: Shall we?

Adriana: Rex?† Rex? Rex, where are you?

Rex: Donít you listen? I told you not to come back.

Dorian: Can I fix you a drink?

Clint: Thatís not what I need right now. Dorian? Whatís the matter?

Dorian: Nothing. Itís not as if itís my first time. Though, you got to admit, itís been a long time, you know, since -- you know, for us.

Clint: What are you afraid of?

Dorian: Nothing. Wow, I'm articulate, arenít I? Are you sure that I canít fix you a drink?

Clint: Positive. I'm happy to be here. And I'm very happy to be here with you.

Bo: Thanks for the beer, Roxy.

Roxy: Itís the least I can do for screwing up your plans to try to get your job back. I'm sorry, Commish.

Bo: No, no, thatís ok. I mean, how were you to know, huh?

Roxy: Well, keep your chin up. You know, Dr. Weevil -- heís going to get whatís coming to him. And you know, like they say, what goes around, comes around. Or is it what goes around, comes around?

Bo: Um -- they both work. I think you're right, Roxy.

Roxy: I'm right?

Bo: Mm-hmm.

Roxy: Boy, that never happens to me.

Lenny: Hey, Doc.

Spencer: Lenny. So you had a little visit from the mighty Buchanan clan, huh?

Lenny: Yeah, in full force. They know I forged those signatures on those documents. Tried to trip me up, get me to admit it.

Spencer: But you didnít?

Lenny: No, I didnít give them a thing.

Spencer: Good. Your loyalty and your discretion is very much appreciated. I wish my brother possessed those same qualities.

Lenny: Hey, I'd be dead right now if it werenít for you.

Spencer: Yeah, the problem is, now, is that now that Bo Buchanan knows who you are, heís not going to stop until he breaks you.

Lenny: Itís never been done before, kid.

Spencer: Well, I'm sorry, Lenny. You're going to have to disappear. Permanently.

David: Spencer gave me a gun filled with blanks, but there s a second gun. It was part of a matching set that my father gave him. Itís the same make, the same model.

John: Why are you telling me this now?

David: I didnít remember about the matching gun set before. The point is, Spencer must have used that second gun to shoot your father that night.

Marcie: First thing in the morning, I am going to call child services because I think that they would be interested to know that you think itís ok to have a baby in bar in the middle of the night.

Michael: Marcie, stop, ok?

Marcie: You know what?

Michael: This isnít doing any good.

Marcie: I cannot believe that you're just going to let them get away with it, Michael. They're not fit to raise a baby.

Michael: Marcie, you're right. But we canít do anything about it here. We canít do anything about it now.

Marcie: Fine.

Natalie: Oh, my God, John, do you know what this means?

John: We got to find that second gun. I think I know how I'm going to do it.

On the next "One Life to Live" --

Natalie: Stay away from my sister and her baby.

Rex: You're my life, the best thing that has ever happened to me.

Cristian: I've made a decision. I'm going to find you another doctor.

Blair: Well, what am I lying to you about, Todd?

Todd: Us.

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