One Life to Live Transcript Wednesday 1/17/07
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Evangeline: Hard at work already?
Cristian: Sort of.
Evangeline: Is that the multimedia project you were working on?
Cristian: Like I told you before, I'm not ready to show it to anyone.
Evangeline: I'm sure it's great.
Cristian: You're not objective.
Evangeline: I am objective. I was a collector of your work before I fell in love with you.
Vincent: Hey, you sure this is going to work?
Aaron: You need to tell your side of the story. Otherwise, people will believe you set the fire for the insurance money -- while the cops conveniently ignore the real perp.
Aaron: Oh, so suddenly, you believe the ex-wife?
Vincent: She'll vouch for him. She's that kind of person.
Aaron: You got a thing for her?
Aaron: Yeah, well, you better not. She'll sweet-talk you. You're paying me a lot of money to take care of you. Let me do my job.
Vincent: What's up, man? I thought we were only going to have one reporter.
Aaron: We want an audience. You got to get the press on your side. Otherwise, you'll be hearing the sound of prison bars slamming shut behind you.
Shaun: What do you think, boss?
Vincent: I just hope we didn't let that tiger out of his cage.
Aaron: Thank you all for coming. I want to tell you a story of corruption that starts with the Llanview police department and travels in a straight line to the DA's office.
Roxy: Hey, what's going on here? Who died?
Natalie: Hey, I'm going to go get breakfast at the diner. Do you want anything?
John: Yeah, coffee. No milk, sugar. No sedatives.
Natalie: Are you going to hold that against me for the rest of my life?
Natalie: You know, I don't know how many times we have to fight about this. If you're not going to take care of yourself, I will. But I'm sorry that I drugged you.
John: Yeah, without my consent. You know, that could be seen as illegal.
Natalie: So arrest me.
John: Yeah, don't push it.
Natalie: Ok, ok. Black coffee, no additives at all. Promise.
John: Yeah. McBain. Yeah, I'm alone. Ok, come over.
Spencer: What is it? Is Blair dead? Is she dead?
Dorian: No matter what happens, I'm not going anywhere. I'll be here. Your father's here. Jack's here. Clint. Of course, Viki. Viki's here.
Starr: Well, how's my mom?
Michael: Her condition is stabilizing.
Viki: Thank god for that.
Dorian: Oh -- may we go in and see her now?
Michael: Yes. But I have to caution all of you there haven't been any major changes in her condition in the last couple of hours since you saw her last.
Todd: You said she's stabilizing.
Michael: Which means she's not getting any worse.
Starr: But she's not getting any better.
Michael: Every hour that she stays and fights to live is a very good sign.
Todd: Yeah, well, you and Cushing didn't think she'd make it through the night. Can you and I speak in private?
Michael: Of course.
Starr: Dad --
Todd: I'm not going to leave you out of anything, I promise. So why don't you
give me the bottom line here? Is she going to recover? No, I mean fully. I mean,
are we going
to get the old Blair, or is she going to spend the rest of her life as a vegetable or something
Todd: Well, what can you do, then?
Michael: I can tell you for Blair to have a full recovery, she needs to regain consciousness, soon.
Todd: How do we make that happen?
Michael: Talk to her. She needs to know that her family is here, that you want her to come back to you.
Todd: My family's here. Doing that.
Michael: It was looking like you were saying goodbye last night. Ahem.
Todd: Well, I didn't say goodbye. I'm not saying goodbye. Because Blair's not going anywhere, except home.
Paige: We're not here to talk about Blair.
Spencer: So you've just come here to torture me some more? Is that it? This is getting very ridiculous, wouldn't you say?
Bo: This is police business. I need your statement.
Spencer: Not without my attorney present.
Bo: You know, that sounds like something a sane man would say.
Spencer: Why don't you just go away, Bo, hmm?
Paige: You must really like it here -- staying here. You shot yourself so you didn't have to go to Wingdale.
Spencer: I shot myself because I wanted to be with Blair. She's dead, isn't she?
Paige: You didn't want to die. You knew exactly where to point that gun so that no vital organs would get hit.
Bo: You know, it's not everybody who could shoot himself in the chest and live to tell the tale. But you did it. Now let's hear the tale.
Marty: Ahem. Thanks for seeing me on such short notice.
John: How you holding up?
Marty: Ahem. I'm not the patient here.
John: Oh, so this is a -- official visit, doctor?
Marty: It's about Spencer. You heard what happened yesterday. And now I feel more than ever he is unfit to stand trial.
Marty: Holding me hostage at gunpoint, shooting himself, thinking these acts would gain him freedom? These are not acts of a rational man.
John: No vital organs hit. Now he gets an extended stay in Llanview instead of Wingdale. I'd say he knew exactly what he was doing.
Marty: Yeah, well, you didn't see the look in his eye. Like most sociopaths, Spencer is very good at hiding his insanity. But he is rapidly decompensating. He's falling apart.
John: I know what "decompensating" means.
John: What are you trying to say here? Is this your way of -- of saying that -- that you're right, and I'm wrong?
Marty: No. Yes.
Marty: Look, I -- I just -- for some reason, I just -- oh -- I feel -- it's important to me that you see the situation objectively.
John: Me or you?
John: I'm on the sidelines for this one, lady. Don't go defending your diagnosis to me anymore.
Marty: Ok, you're right. You're right. Hmm. But is it so impossible for you to think that I actually know what I'm talking about?
John: It is. Especially when you're standing there acting like you got something crawling underneath your skin.
Marty: Hmm. I don't know what you're talking about.
John: You don't know what I'm talking about?
John: Well, let me put it this way. I've been in hostage situations before. I know what goes through your mind. If you're going to make it out of this, you'll have to admit it got to you.
Marty: Well, of course it got to me. The man had a gun in my ribs, and he used me as a shield, and my son saw that. Hmm. And I don't want to see that look on my son's face again.
John: What about the look he saw on your face?
Marty: Same thing. I will do whatever I have to to keep him from experiencing that kind of fear. So I am holding it together just fine.
John: No, I don't think you're holding it together. In fact, I think you're about to lose it.
Aaron: Vincent Jones is one of Llanview's most promising young entrepreneurs.
What he is not is an arsonist. The warehouse that was tragically burned was
for businesses and condominiums in order to bring much-needed revenue to a depressed area of town. And Mr. Jones planned to employ minority architects and contractors. This was a private attempt at urban renewal. A gift to the community.
Reporter: What about the man who died in the fire?
Aaron: Ted Osborne. He was one of Mr. Jones' valued employees. His death is a tragedy.
Natalie: What's going on?
Roxy: Shark in cashmere is claiming that Mr. Smooth move didn't torch his own warehouse.
Aaron: Now, Mr. Jones has set up a fund to help the victim's family. Meanwhile, the Llanview PD Insists that Mr. Jones set fire to his own property in a failed attempt at insurance fraud -- despite overwhelming evidence that another person committed the crime. Now, the real culprit is someone who has bad blood with Mr. Jones. He's also the brother of Antonio Vega --
Roxy: Is he talking about Cristian?
Natalie: Who else?
Roxy: No way!
Natalie: Yes, no way, because he didn't do it.
Aaron: The Boyfriend of the district attorney, Evangeline Williamson.
Natalie: What the hell is going on?
Vincent: I'm protecting my best interests.
Natalie: I told you yesterday Cristian did not set that fire.
Vincent: And I heard you.
Natalie: Well, clearly your lawyer didn't.
Aaron: The suspect had motive, means, and opportunity.
Vincent: I'm sorry that you had to see this, but I got to make sure that the damn Llanview police department doesn't make me out to be their prime suspect.
Natalie: So you're going to blame Cristian instead?
Vincent: I already told you, I don't want Cristian to be the one.
Natalie: But what if you're wrong? What is going to happen when you discover that you're wrong? And you destroy Chris's for the second time?
Vincent: Well, if Cristian is innocent, he has nothing to worry about.
Natalie: If he's innocent? Why would it even matter? Your lawyer already has him tried and convicted.
Second reporter: You afraid to name him?
Aaron: Not in the least. The man who the police refuse to investigate, is Cristian Vega.
Evangeline: You don't have to tell me anything specific. I just want a general description.
Cristian: Look, I'm just trying to do a combination with photography and painting with digital formatting. That's it.
Evangeline: Really? Well, that sounds like I have absolutely no idea what you're talking about.
Cristian: Well, I can see it in my head. But on the screen, it's a disaster. And trying to be creative and technical at the same time is like -- I don't really know what it's like, because I've never done it before, and you know what? It shows.
Evangeline: No. I'm sure it's not that bad.
Cristian: Hmm. It's really bad. And the thing is, I don't know if I'm stuck because I haven't figured out the camera yet, or because of my hand.
Evangeline: You need to get out of your head. It's actually too bad you didn't make it to the gym, because the exercise might have freed you up a little bit.
Cristian: Well, I was halfway there when I got the idea for the piece. I'm just trying to integrate the pictures I took with this special software.
Evangeline: Well, I'm sure it's going to be great. , I guess you haven't had a chance yet to check out all the bad news.
Cristian: What bad news?
Evangeline: Come on. It's Llanview. It's always something. Oh, my God.
Marty: I'm not losing it.
John: You haven't stopped fidgeting since you got here.
Marty: Hmm. Happy?
John: Not really. Hey, look, it's not like I'm saying you're some sort of lunatic or something.
Marty: So what are you saying?
John: I was watching the news last night.
Marty: What about it?
John: I saw that look in your eye. The cops call it the "thousand-yard stare."
Marty: Please. I was having a normal reaction to a traumatic event.
Marty: Yeah, because you're upsetting me! Hmm.
John: I thought shrinks weren't supposed to, you know, say things like that.
Marty: Look, I'm glad you're home, and I'm glad you're better, and I came to say what I need to say, and now I have to go.
John: I'll never be convinced about Truman. And for the record, you can't even diagnose yourself, let alone him.
Marty: Because there is nothing wrong with me.
John: Hey, Doc, it's called posttraumatic stress disorder. And I think you've had it before.
Todd: Hey, you guys. The doctor gave you permission to go back in and see mom.
Starr: Well, what about you?
Todd: Uh -- I have to take care of something.
Starr: Like what?
Todd: It's a surprise.
Jack: Are you getting mom a present?
Todd: Uh -- yeah,
Starr: Ok. Come on, Jack, let's go see mom.
Jack: Can I sing?
Todd: Sure. Sing her one of her favorites.
Dorian: Todd, what kind of a surprise?
Todd: You're as bad as Jack, Dorian.
Dorian: You can't leave here. Much as I hate to admit it, Blair needs you.
Todd: Yeah, she'll have me. You guys are going to want me to do this, trust me.
Viki: Well, what --
Clint: What do you think that means?
Dorian: Oh, who ever knows with Todd?
Viki: Michael --
Viki: Did you mean that? Is Blair really holding on?
Michael: Personally, I've never known the woman to lose a fight. Have you?
Evangeline: Oh, my God. There was another fire. Last night, another one of Vincent's buildings burned down.
Cristian: You're kidding me.
Cristian: Wow. I guess that explains all the sirens I heard last night. The guy's got no luck.
Evangeline: We should call Bo. We should figure out what's going on.
Cristian: What? This is not our problem, Evangeline.
Evangeline: Vincent will make it our problem. And if he doesn't, his lawyer will. Cris, we have to be ready for anything.
Natalie: I'm sorry to interrupt, but you guys have got to come with me down to angel square right now.
Reporter: You have any proof Cristian Vega is the arsonist?
Aaron: As you know, another one of Mr. Jones' warehouses burned to the ground last night. Now, the LPD wants us to believe that --
Roxy: You know, you made a big mistake not charging admission, because your mouthpiece is so happening.
Aaron: What has been and continues to be gross misconduct in the LPD, as they cover up the identity of the real perpetrator. Now, it's time that we held both them and the DA's office responsible for Vega in for questioning so that the truth can be revealed.
Marty: Hmm. I didn't know you had gotten your medical degree.
John: It's not the plague. Hell, I've been there.
Marty: Oh, so that makes you an expert?
John: Lady, you got the signs.
Marty: Well, no, I'm sorry -- if you're looking for a posttraumatic soul mate, you'll have to look elsewhere, because I was in the wrong place at the wrong time. That's it.
Marty: Just because I'm a little edgy does not mean I have PTSD.
John: It's beyond edgy. You should be chewing on my meds.
Marty: No, now you're exaggerating.
John: Hey, listen, you come off as this kind of squeaky-clean professional, but
you're not. Deep down, you are damaged goods. I can see it. This is not the
event you've ever suffered. I know it. Admit it.
Marty: Fine, ok? I was raped. There, are you happy? Because yeah, no, it wasn't the first.
Spencer: The reason I didn't want to go to Wingdale was because I'm perfectly sane. And I did not shoot myself so that I could stay here. I just wanted to die.
Paige: Yeah, well, the physical evidence says otherwise.
Spencer: Huh. Paige, do you really think that in the heat of the moment, that I could have accurately placed the barrel of that very large-caliber handgun up to my chest in such a way that the slug would pass through my Body without hitting any vital organs? Hmm? It was simply the act of a desperate man, that's all.
Bo: And taking Marty Saybrooke hostage was -- was that an act of desperation?
Paige: Or was it an act of revenge? Because she's the one who said you were crazy.
Spencer: She just happened to be there, that's all. An opportunity presented itself and I took it.
Bo: Well, the DA Has a whole new set of charges to bring against you. And if it turns out that you're still not fit to stand trial, then you will spend the rest of your life in a psyche ward.
Spencer: I don't care what happens to me, Bo. I just want to know if Blair's alive or dead!
Paige: You know, Spencer would have died if he hadn't gotten immediate medical attention.
Bo: Yeah, he -- he was in a hospital, so he took the risk. Now, is that crazy, or is that cagey?
Spencer: Blair --
Jack: Can mom hear us?
Viki: Actually, I think she can, yes.
Jack: Well, then why doesn't she answer?
Starr: It's like she's in the forest. She can hear our voices, but she's just trying to get back to us.
Starr and Jack: Grandma!
Addie: Hi. You look so big and handsome.
Dorian: Addie, darling, it's so good to see you.
Addie: Todd said my baby needs me.
Dorian: Todd, thank you.
Addie: She looks like an angel.
Viki: You never cease to amaze me.
Clint: You did the right thing, Todd.
Addie: It's not time for you to go to heaven, Blair. Not while I'm still here. Mamas are supposed to go to heaven first. You take such good care of me. But I'm still your mama. Let me be your mama, Blair. Let me take care of you. I can do it. I won't mess up. Please? Please don't die and leave us all alone.
Todd: No, it's not going to happen. Addie, it's not going to happen. No good-byes. I'm not going to say to good-bye to her. We're not going to say good-bye to her.
Addie: How long has she been asleep?
Dorian: A few days.
Addie: She must be very tired.
Dorian: Yes, she is. But the doctors say it's time for her to wake up. It'll be a sign that she's getting better.
Addie: Have you tried singing to her?
Jack: Starr and I did, but she couldn't find us in the forest.
Addie: It must be a very big forest.
Todd: Blair, we need you, honey. I need you. I can't do this without you. You know, I -- I talked a big game. But that's what it was. That's all it was -- a game. You have to come back to me. Can you do that? Can you show me you're ok? Open your eyes, Blair. Just a little bit. That's all. Open your eyes. Let us know you're here. Blair -- Blair? Blair, honey?
Aaron: It looks like Mr. Vega has come to defend himself. He's brought his girlfriend, the assistant district attorney. Oh, and I don't want to leave out the ex-wife, Natalie Buchanan. Ms. Buchanan is Commissioner Buchanan's niece. Mr. Vega, where's your brother, the detective? Is he covering up evidence of your crime?
Cristian: You know what you are, man?
Evangeline: No, no, don't -- don't. You'll play right into his hands.
Aaron: Ladies and gentlemen, you all know how to spell "nepotism."
Natalie: Stop this.
Vincent: It's too late.
Aaron: Cristian, would you like to say something in your defense? Or you would you prefer to attack my client like you did last night?
Evangeline: He is just trying to push your buttons?
Reporter: Are you the arsonist?
Second reporter: Is the PD Covering up for you?
Cristian: Yeah, well, it's working.
Evangeline: Don't give him the ammunition.
Natalie: Evangeline's right. There is no case against Cristian. That's why Aaron here is fighting this battle in a public park, as opposed to a court of law.
Reporter: Wouldn't be the first time you were in jail, would it, Mr. Vega?
Cristian: I was exonerated.
Natalie: This is your fault, you son of a bitch.
Marty: It was a long time ago. But it's true. You never forget that you were raped. Never.
John: I didn't know. I'm sorry I said anything.
Marty: Hmm. An apology coming from John McBain?
John: Believe it or not, I was digging around because I -- I thought maybe I could help.
Marty: Why would you want to help me?
John: Maybe I owe you. For keeping quiet about the night I tried to kill Truman.
Marty: Oh. Oh. So that's what this is about. Right. You don't like to owe anybody anything. Hmm.
John: Something like that.
Natalie: What are you doing here?
Bo: And that's all I have to say at this time. But if you have any further questions, I would suggest that you call the department's public affairs office, ok? All right, thank you. Well, nothing like a nice little ambush to kick the day off right, huh, guys?
Vincent: You know, Commish, I'm real sorry. I didn't know that you would be here.
Aaron: Oh, but we're glad you are. And we're calling on you to make sure that the investigation into the warehouse fires stays thorough.
Bo: There's no need to call, because it will. No, see, nobody is protecting anybody.
Aaron: Do I have your word on that?
Bo: Hey, come on. That goes without saying.
Vincent: Listen. You know, I'm not a big fan of Antonio Vega. But come on, Aaron. Going after the commissioner? Listen, man, you don't have to bring out the big guns on him. He's a good guy.
Aaron: Lesson number one -- don't let anyone off the hook when your own hide is at stake. Because your pal Shaun here can't help you in prison. Got it?
Vincent: Oh, yeah, loud and clear.
Evangeline: You want to break something?
Cristian: Don't need to. Vincent is just trying to take the heat off himself, hiding behind his lawyer.
Evangeline: I thought you'd be furious.
Cristian: I am. But it never really solves anything, does it?
Evangeline: What are these? They smell like -- they smell like turpentine.
John: It is what it is. She did me a solid.
Natalie: Right. This mysterious favor that you keep alluding to. That doesn't mean I have to like her, and I don't want her here.
John: Hey, you know, last time I checked, this was my place. What -- all right, listen to me, all right? She -- she called first, and I said she could come by.
Natalie: She lied to you, John.
John: Yeah. It's almost like someone putting your medication in your food without telling you.
Natalie: I did that because I care about you. On the other hand, she does not.
John: Ok. You know, all I know is that you and I can't have a conversation lately without it ending in an argument.
Natalie: I know, and I'm not happy about it, either.
John: So what do we do about that?
Natalie: I'm happy you said "we" and you're not dumping it all on me.
John: Hey, look, I know I make you crazy, and I'm sorry about that, but --
Natalie: I know that I make you crazy, too. Just -- how do we stop?
John: Just give it time, I guess. What happened to the coffee?
Natalie: Ooh. Yeah, so I ran into Vincent's lawyer at Angel Square, and he was making a big stink about the warehouse fires. I got distracted.
John: You forgot the coffee? See, this is part of our problem. I'll nuke some instant.
Natalie: No, let me, please. I can at least make up for blowing up at Marty. You know, it's not that I think she would have known Spencer was going to take her hostage, but I do think this is her fault.
John: What, you're blaming the victim now?
Natalie: John, if she had just said that Spencer was fit for trial he would have been gone by now. If you'd stop over-obsessing about owing her for five minutes, you'd realize this.
Paige: Marty -- I thought you were on leave. Why -- why are you still here?
Marty: Uh -- I'm not sure. I guess -- I just felt compelled. How's he doing?
Paige: He'll make a full recovery.
Marty: That's amazing.
Paige: Not really. He shot himself in such a that he knew no vital organs would be damaged.
Marty: Are you disappointed?
Paige: He's destroyed so many lives.
Marty: Hmm. A lot of people hate him.
Paige: With good reason.
Todd: Blair, honey, say something. Let us know you're --
Blair: Todd --
Todd: I'm here, baby.
Blair: You talk too much.
Dorian: Oh –
On the next “One Life to Live" --
Jessica: It might be hot in here, but I am about to make you even hotter.
Rex: Getting Todd to stop searching is the most important thing I can do.
Adriana: You're going to tell Todd now?
Todd: Will you marry me?
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