OLTL Transcript Monday 7/9/07

One Life to Live Transcript Monday 7/9/07

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Roxy: This is so nice, the three of us like this.

Natalie: Yeah, it is really nice.

Roxy: And you know what it says to me, Vik?

Viki: I know you're going to tell me.

Roxy: It says to me that we are a family. It says to me that Nattyís got two moms, and I think the world ought to know that, so when they come into Foxy Roxyís, everybody ought to be part of the web-wide -- world womenís -- you know, whatever.

Viki: Well, I will bear that in mind.

Roxy: Anybody thirsty? We got scotch, we got vodka, we got more vodka.

Viki: Um, I donít drink, thanks.

Natalie: And I've got work.

Roxy: Ooh, with Asa? Hey, Carla, get a real stiff vodka.

Natalie: No, Carla, please, I donít need a drink, thank you.

Roxy: Baby, heís going to be two sheets to the wind. You got to keep up with him.

Natalie: Grandpa doesnít drink anymore, either.

Roxy: Oh, I declare. Asa sober?

Natalie: Yes, actually, grandpaís very professional. I'm learning a lot from him.

Roxy: Yeah, like expensing this manicure.

Natalie: Well, he says that if I'm going to work for B.E. that I have to be ready, willing, and able to draw blood.

Roxy: Whoo. And what does Mommy two think about that?

Viki: Mommy one fears for Natalieís future as Asaís right hand.

Roxy: No, she doesnít. Or, you know, maybe I am a little worried.

Natalie: Well, the one you should be worried about is Jessica. Wasnít her divorce hearing today?

Viki: Yes, it was. I wanted to go with her to the courthouse, but she insisted on going alone.

Roxy: Well, you know, divorce happens to the best of us, right, Vik? Well, you know, at least Jessieís got Nashy to fall back on, so we donít have to worry about that one. But this one over here -- she has 10 gorgeous nails and she has no hunk to dig them into.


John: Actually, I have an eyewitness to the murder.

David: Who?

John: You.

David: Me? I didnít witness Spencerís murder. If I had, I would have extorted the money from the real killer instead of sitting out a prison sentence to cash in my chips.

John: I know you didnít witness the murder. But Trumanís killer doesnít know that, does he?


Starr: I'm really sorry about this.

Marty: Itís not your fault, sweetie. Blair --

Blair: Where is he? Where is he?

Marty: You've got to calm down.

Blair: You have five seconds before I rip your face off!

Marty: I have no idea what you are ranting about.

Starr: Mom, stop it. Why are you doing this?

Blair: Itís about your father. Heís here.


Cole: Son of a bitch. You threaten my mom, you make her marry you, you make her share same bed as you.

Miles: I love your mother.

Cole: Then you kidnap my girlfriendís dad!

Miles: This man raped her!

Cole: You're sick!

Miles: He put his drunken paws all over her --

Cole: Shut up.

Miles: Stealing her dignity.

Cole: I said shut up!

Miles: Do you know what prisonís like? Because thatís where your motherís going to go if you tell anybody that you saw Todd down here. Spencer: Let him go, Miles. Coleís a good boy. He loves his mother far too much to rat you out.


Nash: Help! Somebody help! Help me, Paige.

Paige: What happened?

Nash: I donít know, she just collapsed.

Paige: How long ago?

Nash: Uh, 10, 20 minutes ago, I donít know. I got here as fast as I could.

Paige: Set her down right here. Right here. Thatís it. Easy. Good.


Nora: Want to split some fries?

Matthew: Itís ok.

Nora: How about some ice cream? Onion rings?

Matthew: I'm not that hungry. I guess I'll just have a soda.

Nora: Are you feeling all right, sweetheart? Huh?

Matthew: Itís too hot to eat.

Nora: Since when? Hey -- somethingís bothering you, Matthew Buchanan, and I'm not letting you off the hook until you tell me what it is.

Matthew: I feel bad for Tate Harmon.


Nash: We were -- we were in the courtroom, but it was over, the divorce is done, the judge was gone, and I knew she was upset, but she was fine, and then she just -- just collapsed.

Paige: Did she complain of any pain, any nausea?

Nash: No. No, thatís a good thing, right?

Doctor: I canít make a determination without any data. Sheís on a lot of immuno-suppressants right now. That puts her at high risk for infection. Howís her breathing been? Has she had any shortness of breath or coughing?

Nash: No -- no, no, sheís been resting, sheís been eating right, sheís been taking her meds. Mrs. Davidson was right -- it is too soon after a liver transplant to be having a divorce hearing.

Nurse: Temperatureís 102.

Nash: Thatís too high.

Doctor: All right, notify the lab, let them know I'm going to be sending up some samples, and tell them I want those results stat.

Nurse: Ok.

Paige: We're going to call --

Nash: Jessica needs me. Come on.

Paige: You need to let us do our jobs. Just wait here and be ready.

Nash: Be ready?


David: No, no, no. No, no, no, no, no.

John: In fact, yes.

David: You think you can use me as live bait for the scissor stabber? Think again. You can count me out.

John: Oh. I'm sorry, are you under the impression that you have any choice in this?

David: I'm not your slave, or your indentured servant, or Robinson to your Crusoe.

John: You'll be Bo Peep if I want you to be until this case is closed.

David: Or what? You got nothing on me. Thereís nothing you can do to me.

John: Who do you think you're calling?

David: I'm calling 1-800 "Dorian get me out of human shield" duty. Hey --

John: Listen to me. You obstructed justice. You hindered an investigation. You made false statements to the police.

David: Those sound like crimes.

John: Yes, they are crimes --

David: Can they throw me back into Statesville for that?

John: And you know what? It sounds to me like a lot of time not served. Sounds like a lot of time that Asa will have no interest in paying you 10 million bucks for.

David: Anybody ever tell you that you're a real killjoy?

John: Almost every day. Now, let me tell you how this little planís going to work.

David: Now you hold on a second. Your plan assumes something. It assumes that Spencerís real killer is still out there in hiding, but we both know that heís not, John, because "he" is Marty Saybrooke.

Blair: You and Miles are in on this together, arenít you, Marty?

Marty: What?

Blair: Oh, donít lie to me. You lure him to Chicago, to a seedy little apartment, and then you kidnap him.

Marty: You are completely out of your mind!

Blair: Oh, I am not. You two had this little scam marriage going on from the get-go. Why -- so you couldnít testify against him, and he couldnít testify against you, so neither one of you would be convicted for your dirty little deeds. Is that it, Marty?

Marty: Get out.

Blair: No. No, not until you tell me where Todd is.

Marty: Do you see him here?

Blair: Where is he, Marty?

Marty: Well, I havenít seen him in months.

Starr: Mom -- mom, please, calm down and talk to me.

Blair: You remember me telling you about your cousin Sarah, right?

Starr: Yeah, flash. You said that she called you and said that dad was in her apartment.

Blair: Yeah. Well, her boyfriend gave us a little visit this morning, stopped by Dorianís right after you left this morning and said he had delivered Todd to an address here in Llanview, and guess where the address was.

Starr: Marty --

Marty: Obviously, this person is lying!

Blair: No, no. You and your freak husband the only two people sick enough to do this to Todd. Now I want you to tell me what you did to Todd. Tell me!

Cole: Hey, back off my Mom.

Blair: No, not until she coughs up Starrís Daddy.

Cole: She doesnít know anything about that. You want to find Todd, talk to Miles.


Natalie: Can we please not talk about my love life?

Viki: Why not? Isnít that part and parcel of coming here?

Roxy: Yeah, at the hair haven, you get to have your nails done and then you get to talk about guys, so come on, spill. Now, I know you're over Johnny and you're into Vincent Jones, but whatís he into -- role playing edible undies?

Natalie: No, there-- thereís nothing going on between me and Vincent.

Roxy: Donít lie to me, because I saw you at Rodiís and your heads were together. So whatís the deal?

Viki: Natalie, what is the deal? Well, darling, I'm just interested in your life.

Roxy: Come on, come on, tell us.

Natalie: Thereís nothing. I mean, Vincent, he was -- he was there for me when I was going through a rough time when I thought John was dead. And after that, we talked things out.

Viki: And?

Natalie: And we're friends.

Roxy: Friends with benefits? Because he is like one long drink of hot chocolate.

Natalie: Friends. No benefits.

Viki: Is that what you want, honey?

Natalie: Yes. And thatís what Vincent wants. Ok, so are you happy?

Roxy: I think I need more suds.

Natalie: So, are you going to ask mom the same question?

Roxy: Hey, Vik, are you stashing a boy toy over at the mansion?

Viki: No. Thatís ridiculous.

Natalie: Really? Because I thought I saw some guy skulking out of her bedroom yesterday morning.

Roxy: Hey, Vik, who you shacking up with?

Viki: No one.

Natalie: Well, I wouldnít call David Vickers "no one."

Roxy: What? Not my David Vickers.


John: Donít go there.

David: Marty came to see me at the Statesville house of mullets just to accuse me of lying about murdering Spencer.

John: That proves nothing.

David: It proves that sheís highly motivated. It proves that she has inside information that not even you have access to. Did I mention that she looked guilty as sin?

John: Doesnít matter. This is about evidence, and thereís almost nothing linking Marty to this crime.

David: Almost.

John: No direct evidence linking her to Trumanís murder.

David: That doesnít mean that sheís not guilty.

John: All right, well, if sheís not guilty, you got nothing to worry about, right?

David: Ok, so let me -- let me get this straight. You spring me from prison and put my neck on the line so you could acquire some sort of evidence against the real killer just to prove that Martyís innocent.

John: Thatís about the size of it.

David: John, I hate to be the one to tell you this, but there are a lot easier ways to tell a girl that you like her.


[Spencer claps] Spencer: Bravo, Miles. Bravo. You had that boyís head so spun around he didnít know which way was up.

Miles: Heís been through so much. Why did I have to bring up his motherís rape? Spencer: A thing of beauty. Not the rape -- the fact that you brought it up. I mean, Manningís "drunken paws" all over her -- I could see murder in that boyís eyes.

Miles: Cole is not a murderer.

Spencer: Obviously. Or he would have taken that syringe and perforated Manningís carotid artery with it like you told him to.

Miles: What did I do?

Spencer: Clearly, you saw something you wanted. Then you went for it.

Miles: At what cost?

Spencer: At what cost? At any cost, Miles. Itís survival of the fittest, my friend.

Miles: I almost killed a man.

Spencer: Todd Manning is not a man. Heís a rapist, a monster.

Miles: Marty said that I emotionally raped her. That makes me a monster, too.

Spencer: Marty is unwilling to accept the consequences for murdering me. Yes, your "wife" can be just a tad bit manipulative sometimes, donít you think, Miles? A shrink thing, I suppose. But you are such a good person.

Miles: I am. I am a good person.

Spencer: Then get a grip, Miles. You've got to plan your next move quickly before Cole sings.

Miles: You said he wouldnít.

Spencer: I also let a woman half my size get the jump on me with a pair of scissors. Clearly I canít always predict the future. As a matter of fact, Cole could be ratting y as we speak.


Blair: Why should I talk to Miles?

Starr: Mom, calm down.

Blair: What did he tell you?

Marty: Look, sweetie, if you know something, you need to tell us right now. Have you seen Miles?

Starr: Or my Dad?

Miles: Just listen.

Martyís voice: I killed Spencer Truman.

Cole: No, I havenít seen anybody. I said talk to Miles because I know you think heís mixed up in what happened to Starrís dad.

Blair: And how do you know that?

Starr: Mom, I told you that Cole was looking around to see if Miles was hiding something.

Marty: You've been spying on him?

Blair: Well, I'm starting to think that your boyfriend here is the only one hiding --

Marty: Back the hell off my son. Ok, Miles is the person you want to talk to. Sweetheart, are you sure you didnít see anything downstairs?

Blair: Downstairs where?

Starr: Downstairs in the storage room, Mom. He was just looking for clothes.

Blair: Really? So where are they?

Cole: I couldnít find them.

Blair: Is this down in the basement, the storage room?

Cole: Thereís nothing there.

Blair: Then you donít have anything to worry about, do you?


Natalie: Excuse me? You and David? When did this happen?

Roxy: Well, it -- you know, it didnít happen, you know, not yet. But donít let that stop you, Vik.

Viki: Thereís -- thereís nothing to stop me from --

Roxy: Yeah, right. What makes you think that I couldnít get with a guy like David Vickers?

Natalie: Yeah, no -- you know, thatís not what I was saying at all. Itís just, you know, so out of the blue, and then you and David -- I didnít even know you were close.

Roxy: Yeah, well, you know, he propositioned me and I said no because heís really not my type. You know, heís much too sensitive for me. But donít let that stop you, Vik.

Viki: From what?

Roxy: From riding off into the sunset -- on a stallion with the guy, you know?

Viki: Oh, my God.

Roxy: Because I bet heís got a lot of stamina.

Viki: Well, thatís quite an appraisal, Roxy.

Roxy: Yeah, well, you know, donít worry about anything, Viki. You got my blessing.

Viki: Thereís nothing to bless, ok? David is my houseguest. And we are friends. Same as you and Vincent.

Natalie: Oh, well. Vincent and I donít do what Jessica caught you and David doing in plain sight.

Roxy: You do it with the door open, Vik?

[Viki chuckles]

Natalie: In the garden.

Roxy: Oh, really? I had no idea you were into that kind of stuff.

Viki: We were doing tai chi.

Roxy: Tai chi?

Viki: Uh-huh.

Roxy: Thatís a position that I havenít even tried. Well, dame Viki Davidson, sheís into kinky stuff.

Natalie: You learn something new about your family every single day.

[Phone rings]

Viki: Excuse me. Hello?

Nash: Mrs. Davidson, itís Nash.

Viki: What is it, Nash?

Nash: Itís Jessica.


John: Donít talk about her at all.

David: Now, I understand you feel a little skittish about women right now, all right? Especially after your last foray. Itís understandable. However, you canít let one bad experience with Natalie ruin you on the fairer sex.

John: Thatís very interesting. Are you done?

David: You got to get back up on the horse.

John: Oh.

David: I didnít mean to just compare Natalie to a horse. I'm trying to make a metaphor about thoroughbreds, Lipizzaners. You know, I once lost a small fortune on a little Ohilly named slip it inside --

John: Again with the horses! Will you knock it off?

David: Ok, what I'm trying to say is communication, John, is key.

John: Communication is key. Are you understanding this?

David: Ow. What the hell --

John: You know what that means?

David: What are you --

John: Mind your own damn business.

David: You need help, McBain.

John: Yeah. But not from you.

David: All right. I get it. I know your "one size tough guy fits all" routine works, but I'm afraid you're wrong. I'm going to give you something for free, John. I'm not going to charge you for this one. Some women -- like Natalie -- they like heroics. Other women -- like Viki, for instance -- they, uh -- they're way out of your league, John. They like a certain je ne sais quoi. Now, the psychiatrist known as Marty Saybrooke, sheís different, and the way that sheís different is she likes the simple life. She likes someone to rub her feet, set the table, sweep out the garage on a Saturday. Now, a girl like this -- if you're going to ask her out, all you do is you talk up to her and you say, "gosh, you're pretty. Would you go out with me?" You donít rush up to her and say, "I'm going to save your life, but before I do, tell me where you were the night Spencer Truman this making sense?

John: Yeah. But how about this has nothing to do with my personal life and everything to do with putting the right person in jail for murder?

David: Right. Sure it does. Would you be willing to take a polygraph on that?


Marty: Blair --

Blair: Is this it? Give me the key.

Cole: No, you canít go in there.

Blair: You going to stop me?

Marty: Enough, ok?

Blair: Todd, are you in there?

Starr: Dad!

Blair: Miles!

Marty: Look, kids, just stay back, ok -- just get over here.

Blair: Open the door! Let go of me, Marty.

Marty: This is for the safety of our children.

Blair: Yeah, I'm doing this for my kids. Their fatherís behind that door, now open the door.

Marty: Do you really believe that?

Blair: Get out of my way.

Marty: Look, I need to know if this is one of your acts or if you really believe Miles kidnapped Todd.

Blair: Yeah, I believe it and I believe that you're behind it, and you're "stalling" so your new husband can sneak out the back "door"!

Marty: The only way out of this room is through this door right here.

Blair: Well, then open it and let me in!

Marty: Look, if you really believe Miles is capable of kidnapping and assault, then behind that door there could be somebody dangerous, and I for one do not want my son involved.

Blair: Ok, fine. Starr, donít go near the door, ok?

Marty: Same goes for you, Cole.

Cole: But, Mom --

Marty: Hey.

Blair: Unlock the door before I break it down.

Marty: Ok, give me the key.

Cole: Mom, this is crazy.

Marty: Now!

Starr: Cole --

Marty: Grab that.

Blair: Stay back, Starr.

Starr: What is wrong --

Blair: Just stay back.

Starr: Is he in there?

Blair: What have you done with Todd?


Spencer: Nice work, Miles. You just bought yourself a few extra minutes in case Martyís little punk decides to give you up.

Miles: Donít call him that. Spencer: Well, thatís what he is, isnít he?

Miles: Marty and Cole, they're my family. All right, you need to respect that.

Spencer: You want to keep that little family together, do you? Hmm? Then you need to get the hell out of here, quick. Dump Toddís body, fabricate some sort of an alibi in case John McBain starts sniffing around.

Miles: What do you mean, dump Todd?

Spencer: You know, in a hole, in a river, under a bridge. I donít care where, just get rid of him.

Miles: This is out of control.

Spencer: Oh, you're almost to the finish line, Miles -- just as soon as you get rid of Toddís body.

Miles: Itís not a body. Toddís alive.

Spencer: Not for long.

Miles: What, you just want me to leave him to die?

Spencer: Isnít that what you want?

Miles: I donít want to hurt anyone.

 Spencer: Toddís an animal and he deserves to be put down.

Miles: This has to stop. He has a family. I need to tell them that heís still alive. Spencer: If you tell Blair Todd is still alive, where does that leave Marty, huh?

Miles: She'll be off the hook. With -- with Todd back, Blair will be happy. She'll stop harassing my wife.

Spencer: And what about the mad dog himself?

Miles: I'll handle Todd.

Spencer: Maybe you can. But can Marty? As soon as he realizes that you were behind his abduction, Miles, heís going to connect the dots straight to your wife.

Miles: Sheís -- sheís not part of this.

Spencer: You'll have a hard time convincing Todd of that. As a matter of fact, heís going to think that Marty put you up to this as payback for the rape, and he will dedicate his life to making Marty suffer. Is that what you want, Miles? Then buck up, get in the car, and drive.

Miles: I canít do this.


Nora: What made you think about Tate today?

Matthew: We're supposed to read the paper for summer reading every day, and today they had an article on Tateís dad. They had had a picture of him and everything.

Nora: Yeah, I know, I saw that. I wish they'd let people like that just fade away into obscurity.

Matthew: Exactly. You know how you can read things two different ways?

Nora: Yeah?

Matthew: Like today, in the article, they were talking about how Mr. Harmon was a racist and a murderer, and I guess if you're a racist, reading that, I guess he'd be like a hero. Must be pretty good publicity for him -- if you read it in that way.

Nora: Thatís a very wise observation, Matthew.

Matthew: Just common sense.

Nora: Hmm. The good news is that Tateís dad is out of commission, and no one else is ever going to get hurt again.

Matthew: What about Tate? Think he still loves his dad?

Nora: Oh, I donít know, honey. I couldnít begin to answer that.

Matthew: Well, if he does, he must be pretty upset. I mean, Mr. Harmonís probably never going to get out of jail. But if he does hate him because heís a racist, itís pretty sad for Tate. He must feel like he has no family.


 Viki: What happened, Nash?

Nash: We were at the courtroom, she just collapsed, I brought her straight to the E.R.

Viki: Oh, my God, is she --

Nash: No. Sheís alive. Sheís -- sheís unconscious but she is alive.

Viki: Thank God.

Nash: Yeah, I -- I think itís just dehydration, but, God, what the hell do I know, huh?

Viki: I see. Um, are you at the hospital now?

Nash: Yes. Yeah, Paige is in there with her now, but nobodyís come out.

Viki: Ok, uh, so just stay there, all right? I'll be right over

Natalie: Mom?

Viki: Jessie collapsed at the hearing.

Natalie: No --

Viki: Um, Nash took her to the hospital. Paige is with her.

Natalie: Is it her liver?

Viki: I donít know. Thatís all Nash told me.

Natalie: Ok, give me a second, I'll get my things.

Viki: Ok.

Roxy: Hey, Vik? Vik -- hey, Vik, donít worry, you know, because girls get sick and they fall all the time and, look, you know, she survived the cancer and the liver and she survived the bomb and that hepa-- hepa-- mononu-- whatever, so, you know, none of that means that itís a bad thing.

Viki: Ok. Thank you, Roxy, I appreciate that.

Natalie: I'm ready.

Viki: Letís go.

Roxy: Well, you know, send her my love, ok? And I'm going to send these bills to Asa.


David: For the smallest of fees, I can set you up with a study guide thatís tailor-made to your unique needs. We'll even give it a name. We'll call it "my fair McBain." In a few short weeks, you'll be able to walk, talk, and even date like a regular gentleman.

John: What are you talking out?

David: I know, it conflicts with your image. I wonít tell anybody. But if you do what I say, I think we can get rid of your commitment phobia. In fact, we might even turn you into the marrying kind.

John: Vickers, if you think you can annoy me into dropping this plan, you're mistaken. All you're going to do is make me really, really mad.

David: My guess is I donít want to see you mad.

John: Good guess.

[Phone rings]

John: McBain.

Blair: John, itís me, Blair. I need to see you right away.

John: Blair, I'm kind of in the middle of something right now. Can it wait?

David: No, thereís plenty of --

John: Sit. No, no, not -- not you. Not you. Can this wait?

Blair: No, it canít wait. Itís an emergency and itís about Todd.

John: Manning? Ok, you got my attention. Whatís up?

Blair: I found him.

John: You found him?

Blair: Well, I'm not actually with him, but I've tracked him here to Llanview and heís in bad shape and he needs your help.

John: Where are you?

Blair: At Marty Saybrookeís.

John: What are you doing there?

Blair: Well, the man that was holding Todd hostage in Chicago was --

John: No, just -- all right -- never mind, you can tell me when I get there, all right? I'm on my way. All right.

David: Manning, huh? Like death and taxes. I guess you got to be on your way.

John: Leg, up.

[David sighs]

David: This is so undignified.

John: Donít go anywhere. Donít.


Miles: I canít drive when I'm upset. What happens if I get in a horrible accident? Whereís that going to leave me?

Spencer: Dead, like me, which is why I canít drive, so get in the car, Miles. Ok. I guess itís the old dumpster for Todd, huh?

Miles: No.

Spencer: Well, what, then? Were you just going to leave him in the trunk of the car for Marty to find? Or Lieutenant McBain?

Miles: All right, all right, all right.

Miles: Where am I going?

Spencer: Use your instincts, Miles.

Miles: I donít have instincts about a dead man in my car.

Spencer: Have you forgotten, Miles, the little boy that you were, abandoned to an institution by his very own father? Because your face was so hideously disfigured he couldnít even look at you. Look how far you've come, Miles. Look.

Miles: Thatís not me.

Spencer: Oh, yes, it is. Itís the new-and-improved you, Miles. You have a new face, a new life. Thanks to me you're rich, and you have a beautiful, successful wife.

Miles: Because I blackmailed her. She hates me.

Spencer: A manís got to do what a manís got to do.

Miles: I could prove to her that I'm still the same guy, kind and caring.

Spencer: What Marty wants is a strong, capable man to love and protect her. Are you that man, Miles? Can you protect her from Todd, that rapist scum? Or are you going to set him free so that he can destroy her happiness, piece by piece?

Miles: Never.

Spencer: Then letís get the hell out of here before someone sees you.

[Car starts]


Nora: Oh. Hmm. You know, Tateís been living with this all of his life. Heís got to be a strong person because of it.

Matthew: Doesnít mean heís not alone.

Nora: No, it doesnít. Is that all thatís bothering you -- worrying about Tate?

Matthew: I just -- I just canít figure out -- how can you have a racist dad saying racist things all the time and then end up not hating him?

Nora: Well, maybe itís because heís a better person than his father is -- like you're a better person than your father and me, because you got the best of both of us in you.

Matthew: I donít feel like that.

Nora: Well, thatís because you have humility, which is also a wonderful quality. Honey, hatred cannot be inherited, it has to be learned. And for some reason, whatever reason, Tate had enough good in him that that hatred he was exposed to didnít take. Thatís mine.

[Nora laughs]


Starr: Well, this is fun.

Cole: Hey, I'm really sorry about this.

Starr: You shouldnít be. Itís not your fault my Momís on a warpath.

Cole: Oh, mine would be, too, if she thought my Dad was still alive.

Starr: My Dad is alive. He has to be. Thank you for spying on Miles.

Marty: Can I get anybody anything to drink?

Blair: Huh. Fat chance. I'd probably wake up wherever you and Mr. Sideshow stashed Todd.

Starr: Mom?

[Knock on door]

Starr: Please.


Marty: Hi.

John: Whatís going on?

Blair: Thank God you're here, John.

John: All right. From the top -- whatís this all about?

Blair: I got reliable information saying Todd was here in this apartment.

Marty: Yeah, she oh-so-calmly came and looked -- of course, she didnít find anything.

John: Where'd you get this information?

Blair: From that guy hunter, whoís holding Todd hostage in Chicago.

John: And you know this how?

Blair: Two days ago, I got a phone call from Toddís cell phone. It was from a girl in Chicago saying that she had Todd in her apartment and that her boyfriend was keeping him there, she didnít know why, so I rush on a plane to Chicago, but when I got there, Todd had been moved. So this morning, this guy, Hunter, he shows up at Dorianís saying that he brought Todd to this apartment, to this address.

Marty: Todd has never been here.

John: Neither one of you has seen Manning anywhere near this premises?

Marty: Of course not.

John: All right. Whereís Laurence?

Blair: That is a very, very good question.

Marty: He went out for a run a while ago. I donít know when he'll be back.

John: I want to talk to him.

Marty: I -- I'll call down to the doorman. Maybe he knows what direction he went.

Blair: I think that they were holding him down in the storage room down in the basement, John.

Starr: Mom, we didnít find anything down there.

Blair: What are you talking about? There was a cot. You think they were camping?

John: All right, one step at a time. All right, if Manningís here, we'll find him.


Roxy: Whoa, you'd better beat it, buster.

David: Ah, Roxy. You're not still mad at me for walking out on you the other day, are you?

Roxy: What do you think?

David: Roxy, baby, it would never work out between us. I'm the east to your west, the foie gras to your chicken pot pie. VHS to your beta.

Roxy: Digital, you rat.

David: See what I mean?

Roxy: Hey, listen, I'm not mad at you. You know, maybe I'm just a little bit too bootylicious for you. But if you come here looking for a free wax or a Shea butter body treatment, you're going to have to freeload somewhere else.

David: I want the full relaxation treatment, and I can pay, baby.

Roxy: Yeah, thatís what I hear. Scamming off of Viki Davidson.

David: Where'd you hear that?

Roxy: Well, I heard it directly from the horseís mouth. But you watch your step, Vickers, because sheís a good woman, ok, and she has enough to worry about with some live-in booty call bleeding her dry.

David: You sound awfully protective.

Roxy: Yeah. Well, sheís Natty's second mommy.

David: Second? Didnít Viki do all the pushing?

Roxy: Whatís that supposed to mean?

David: Nothing. Donít worry, Roxy. Viki and I, we're just friends, thatís it.

Roxy: Friends? Friends? Friends? That seems to be the buzzword around here -- "friends." Well, sheís going to need a friend, because Jessieís back in the hospital.

David: Jessicaís back in the hospital?


Natalie: Nash.

Nash: Clint with you?

Natalie: He was on the road and -- oh, he was in Philly on business. Heís going to be here soon.

Viki: Nash, whatís happening with Jessie?

Nash: Well, the head nurse came out and told me they stabilized her. That was the last time anybody talked to me.

Natalie: Stabilized her from what?

Nash: When -- when we got here, she was pretty out of it and temperature was up to 102, but they brought it back down to normal, so --

Viki: Well, thatís good. Did they tell you what caused the fever?

Nash: No, I'm not wearing a ring, and my name is not Buchanan, so --

Natalie: Nash, what happened? I mean, has she been taking her meds?

Nash: Yeah, I -- I'm pretty sure, I mean --

Natalie: "Pretty sure"?

Nash: Look, I donít hover over her, all right? Sheís got a timer. When the timer goes off, I assume she takes her meds.

Natalie: And sheís only taking care of a baby and has a ton of pills to take, not just for the Hepatitis, but for the transplant -- I mean, the least you could do is help her.

Nash: You know, the least you could do is know what you're talking about before you flap your gap --

Viki: Ok, stop, stop, stop. Itís not helping, ok? Itís nobodyís fault. We donít even know whatís wrong with her.

Paige: Is this everyone?

Viki: No. Clint is on his way.

Paige: Well, the good news is we've got her stabilized.

Viki: She had a fever, right?

Paige: Right. We brought it down, and sheís not awake, but sheís resting comfortably for now.

Nash: What does that mean?

Natalie: It means itís not going to last.

Paige: I'm afraid not.

Viki: Whatís wrong with Jessica? -


John: Pretty quiet down there. Got anything to add to all this?

Starr: If he knew anything, he would've said so already.

John: Blair jr. Here. What'd the doorman say?

Marty: He saw Miles a little while ago, but he wasnít jogging. Apparently, he drove off in my car.

Spencer: Hey, slow down. You canít afford to get pulled over by the cops.

Miles: You're right. You're right about everything. Marty just wants to be safe, loved. I can give her that. A wonderful life. We can go on trips together. Maybe drive across the country. I always dreamed of that.

Spencer: Well, first things first, Miles. First, you've got to get rid of Todd.


David: Jessicaís in the hospital? What happened?

Roxy: Well, Viki and Natty were in the middle of their deluxe treatment, then Nashy called about Jessie being in the hospital. They left here lickety-split.

David: She must be going crazy.

Roxy: Yeah, a little bit. Jessieís sick, you know, something with her insides, and I was going to go to the hospital, but, you know, it gives me, like, the willies.

David: I should go, see if Viki needs something. I'll see you.

Roxy: Hey, listen, I'll give you a rain check on that treatment, but only for 30 days! Friends -- my ass.

Viki: Paige, do you know whatís wrong with Jessica?


Paige: I just saw some test results.

Natalie: And?

Paige: Well, itís too soon to make a definitive diagnosis. Dr. Brewster wants to do a liver biopsy.

Nash: A biopsy.

Paige: Yeah.

Viki: You can make an educated guess, canít you?

Paige: The liver enzymes in her blood are up, and they shouldnít be. So based on that and her other symptoms -- her fever, etc. -- We really can only come to one conclusion.

Natalie: Come on, just say it, Paige.

Paige: Sheís rejecting the liver.


On the next "One Life to Live" --

Cristian: Lucky for me, Rex called "heads."

Sarah: Cool place. I think I'm going to like it here.

Starr: Cole doesnít trust Miles, either.

John: What do you know about this, Cole?

Nash: You're going to be all right.

Jessica: I donít think so, not this time.

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