One Life to Live Transcript Thursday 8/9/07
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Todd: Viki? What in the hell are you doing here?
Viki: He lives here.
Marty: You look very nice.
Cole: Got all dressed up for court.
Marty: Gee, I thought I was the one being arraigned today.
Cole: Well, I thought would help the judge see how good of a mom you are if I looked all responsible or whatever this is.
Marty: Itís a good idea.
Cole: So this -- this shouldnít take long, right? You just get up there and plead not guilty.
Marty: I donít think I can do that.
Vincent: Hmm. Hey.
Layla: So I wasnít dreaming?
Vincent: You're so beautiful.
Layla: Hmm. Hmm. You made me feel so safe. You know, for the first time in so long, I felt like I could be somewhere else without dwelling on all the bad stuff.
Vincent: Tateís being arraigned today.
Layla: Hmm. He'll finally pay for what he did to my sister and tall the other people.
Vincent: Yea that bastard better pay, or I'm going to regret saving his life more than I already do.
Nora: Thereís quite a crowd building up outside.
Bo: Yeah, I -- I think the whole town is out there waiting to see justice served. Itís like a regular "Hate Tate" rally going on.: Canít say that makes me sorry.
Nora: Hey. Matthew, honey, what -- what - what are you doing here, huh?
Matthew: Nigel drove me. Donít be mad.
Nora: No, I'm -- I'm not mad. I just -- I'm -- I'm not so sure this is such a great idea of you being here.
Matthew: If I'm old enough to be a victim, then I'm old enough to be here. I want to see what they do to the man that tried to kill us.
Rex: I almost called you last night, but then I thought, "no, she wonít be able to sleep if I tell her, and why should I do that to her?" So now, I'll just ruin your day -- well, probably more than your day --
Adriana: Ok, ok, stop, calm down, tell me what happened.
Rex: He figured it out -- John McBain. He put it all together.
Adriana: Put what together?
Rex: He knows that Tommy is Toddís son, and he knows that I've known all along.
John: I canít talk.
Michael: Huh -- are you kidding me? I didnít get one second of sleep last night waiting to talk to you, John -- not one second. I have been in this lobby for hours.
John: I'm sorry, Mike. I got to get to work.
Michael: Not until you tell me what you're going to do about Tommy.
John: I think you know the answer to that.
Michael: So thatís it, huh? You've made up your mind? You' going to ruin my life.
Todd: Are you playing hostess to this "worm"? Do you know what this man has done to me? Do you know that he tried to kill me? Do you know that I spent two months drugged up?
Viki: Yes, yes.
Todd: Away from my family -- do you know that?
Todd: If he had -- if he had his way, I'd be dead right now.
Viki: Miles is not my guest, ok? Heís Natalieís guest, and she feels very strongly that he be allowed to stay here.
Todd: Well, I donít really care how she feels -- get him out of here!
Viki: What are you doing here?
Todd: Well, uh -- huh. I came to tell you that I got it from a source at Llanview P.D. that Sarahís boyfriend, the one that this man hired to kill me in Chicago, is dead. So do you know anything about that, Miles?
Todd: The man that you hired, got stabbed himself by Cristian Vega. How'd you manage that one?
Cristian: Hey. Hey. How'd you sleep?
Sarah: I didnít. Every time I'd start to drift off, I'd see Hunter lying there in a pool of blood. And I'd be wide awake again. It could've been you, Cris.
Cristian: I was lucky.
Sarah: You shouldnít have even been there.
Cristian: I chose to be.
Sarah: Because of me.
Cristian: Look, Sarah, this wasnít your fault.
Sarah: Sure it was. I -- I messed around with the wrong guy, just like I always did. But seeing him die like that, right in front of me -- no. Oh -- I already had my meltdown. I wonít do this.
Cristian: Look, your ex got killed, right in front of your eyes. You're entitled to more than one.
Sarah: I'm fine.
Cristian: You know what? It really is ok to cry.
Sarah: Not for me. I just have to figure out what I'm going to do next.
Cristian: What do you mean?
Sarah: Well, you and Rex brought me back here to keep an eye on me until we found Todd and took care of Hunter and you're two for two now, so I'm out of here.
Adriana: How could John know?
Rex: Shh -- shh! Layla.
Adriana: What are we going to do? He could put us away for life!
Rex: Not going to happen.
Adriana: We didnít think that he would find out the truth, and he did. You know John -- he is all about justice.
Rex: Thereís a difference between law and justice.
Adriana: Yeah -- you and I, we think like that. Cops are different.
Rex: Johnís a wild card right now, and your name never came up. He no idea you anything about this.
Adriana: Heís going to find out eventually.
Rex: No -- listen to me, ok? All John has right now is a theory.
Adriana: Based on what?
Rex: He knows the death certificate I gave Todd is a fake --
Rex: Which is why he is assuming that Toddís kid is still alive. And then he put the rest of the pieces together.
Adriana: Oh, is that supposed to relax me?
Rex: Donít you get it? He has no real proof that Tommy is T.J.
Adriana: Have you ever heard of a DNA test? Thatís all the proof he needs, Rex!
Rex: In order to get that, he'll need a warrant.
Adriana: So he'll get one.
Rex: How? By telling a judge that thereís two babies born around the same time and heís suspicious?
Adriana: Why not?
Rex: Because itís lame! Thatís why. If thatís his only argument, then heís going to have to order a DNA test for every baby born in the country around then. Thatís, like, 10,000 babies.
Adriana: Heís not going to give
Rex: So? Look how long it took me to prove that Todd and Margaret are Tommyís parents. And the longer it takes, the colder the trail gets.
Rex: We can work with that.
Adriana: To do what?
Rex: To dummy a DNA test, for one thing.
Adriana: Oh -- oh, my God. Rex, when is this going to end?
Rex: Whatever happens, it will not end with the two of us behind bars. I promise.
John: Listen to me, Mike. There are two major arraignments today and I have to be there.
Michael: You havenít told anybody. Johnny, does that mean you havenít made up your mind?
John: It doesnít mean anything except I have other things on my plate right now.
Michael: "Other things" -- more important than Tommy, than your nephew?
John: Come here -- listen to me. I donít get this, Mike -- I donít get it. How could you have kept that little boy, knowing heís Manningís kid.
Michael: Oh. Johnny, I didnít know. I really didnít know, not until after the adoption was finalized, not until after we had already christened him with our fatherís name. Johnny, by then, it was too late. We had fallen in love with him. Heís our son, John. We're his parents. Now, biology -- it doesnít necessarily make you a parent. But what we have, the three of us, John -- we are a family. Heís loved, heís well taken care of. You think you're going to be able to live with yourself if you take him away from that and you give him back to that lunatic Todd Manning and the rest of his crazy family?
John: Can you live with yourself knowing you stole someoneís kid?
Michael: I did not steal Tommy. I did not set out to do anything but cherish that little boy who had no parents. He was found in a pile of rubble, John. For Godís sakes, we thought he was an orphan!
John: But heís not. He has a father.
Michael: Johnny, I wish with all my heart that the circumstances were different, that my happiness, that Marcieís happiness not come at Toddís loss, but that is the way it happened. I live with the guilt every single day because itís the right thing to do for my boy, the best thing for him. I live with it every single day, Johnny.
John: You donít have to, Mike. You can do the right thing.
Michael: Oh! I already am, John. Think about it. How many people would be hurt if the truth came out right now, starting with your mother? I mean, forget about the fact that one of her sons put the other behind bars. Tommy is her grandson.
John: No, heís not. And leave Mom out of it.
Michael: What about Marcie, huh? What about my wife? This will kill her. Now, maybe before she'd -- she'd have been able to deal with it. But now, now that we know that she can never have kids of her own?
John: Look, I -- I am -- I'm sorry.
Michael: Todd Manning has a family. It may be the only decent thing that that man has ever done. And I know he misses Tommy. But at the end of the day, he is still a father. Donít take my son away from me. Johnny, you can be a cop -- or you can be my brother.
John: Mike, you're my brother and I love you. And I love Marcie and I love Tommy. But --
Michael: There is no "but." Johnny, if you truly love us, you will keep your mouth shut!
John: Donít you do this to me.
Marcie: Well, you two are obviously having quite the discussion. Donít expect Michael to tell me anything because heís been keeping a lot to himself these days. So why donít you tell me whatís going on, John?
Cristian: I know you're anxious to move on, but you canít keep sending your parents post cards from places you've never been.
Sarah: Why not, if it makes them happy?
Cristian: "Happy"? What, you think they're not on to you? The gameís over, Sarah. And where are you going to go? With what money?
Sarah: I was hoping to get an advance on the raise you would've given me if I had worked for Capricorn the next year.
Cristian: Yeah, right -- except itís not going to happen. Look, you can take the job I offered you in Capricorn, and if you prove yourself to be a good worker, you can, you know, eventually move up to that booking position you want.
Sarah: I donít have time for that. But you do have a point about the money thing.
Cristian: Donít look at me -- I'm tapped.
Sarah: Hmm. Yeah, I know -- the artistís life, right? No, itís -- itís no problem. Um -- I have a few ideas. Itís just going to take me some time to figure out an angle.
Cristian: So are you going to stick around for a while?
Sarah: I guess, till I solve the cash flow problem, yeah.
Cristian: All right. Well, keep making yourself at home and I'll be back. I got to go.
Sarah: Do you want company? I keep seeing Hunter everywhere and itís kind of spooky.
Cristian: Well, I'm going to an arraignment.
Sarah: As long as itís not mine, might be interesting.
Layla: Vincent? What you did on that roof -- Tate was a racist freak, but you didnít sink to his level, and nobody would've blamed you if you had. But you did the strong thing, and the fact that you're that kind of man is one of the reasons I'm with you right now.
Vincent: Hmm. So I guess I made the right move.
Adriana: Rex, how can this not come out? Letís be real here.
Rex: I am being real. We can still fix this.
Rex: Ok? I -- I'm trying to be a little l here.
Adriana: What, because you think John is such a sweet guy? Heís a cop!
Rex: He also has a soft spot for family.
Adriana: Oh, right. Thatís why he threw his brother in jail before, along with you!
Layla: Hey. Ahem.
Vincent: Hey. Um -- I'm going to go take a shower.
Layla: You go do that. Um -- hi.
Layla: Uh -- whatís going on?
Adriana: What do you mean?
Rex: Itís the Tate thing.
Layla: Oh, yeah, I know. I wish this was all over.
Adriana: Yeah. So do we, because whatís coming, well, you never know what can happen, do you?
Bo: Matthew, why is it important for you to see Harmon?
Matthew: Itís not. Itís important for him to see me. He needs to know itís not ok to hate people just because they're a different religion or color. He needs to know he canít scare us.
Bo: You know I think he really needs to know that.
Nora: Well, I certainly approve of you being here, and if itís ok with your dad, you can certainly stay.
Bo: I'm all right with it.
Nora: Ok. I'm very proud of you -- you know that?
Matthew: I'm proud of you, too, Mom.
Bo: Well, Matthew, letís get us a couple of good seats so that we're sure heís able to have a good look at us, huh?
Man: I havenít missed anything, have I?
Nora: Griffin. I didnít expect to see you here.
Griffin: Well, you think I'd pass up a chance to learn from the best?
Nora: Oh, well, I'm flattered.
Griffin: And since I'm prosecuting an equally high-profile case --
Nora: Well, the "high-profile," yes, but the Saybrooke case and this -- itís apples and oranges.
Griffin: Hmm. Same goal -- quick and dirty conviction.
Woman: Back up.
Bailiff: All rise.
Judge: The court is called to order in the case of The Commonwealth vs. Tate Harmon.
Judge: Mr. Harmon, you are being charged with multiple cases of arson, murder, and attempted murder. Are you certain that you do not want counsel?
Tate: I donít want a lawyer.
Judge: While I strongly advise against this, I accept your decision. Ms. Hanen, would you care to make your statement to the court?
Nora: Yes, your honor. We're prepared to present testimony from the four potential victims that Mr. Harmon held in The Palace and those whom he also confessed other crimes, and we are also prepared to present corroborating evidence as outlined in my brief.
Judge: Mr. Harmon, would you care to make a statement to the court? Any response, Mr. Harmon? I'll take that as a no. I accept the motion to move to trial based on the evidence. Mr. Harmon, are you ready to enter a plea?
Tate: I plead guilty.
Judge: Mr. Harmon?
Tate: I said I'm guilty.
Todd: So the one man who could've fingered you is dead?
Miles: Look, I donít even know what you're talking about.
Todd: Maybe you donít. Maybe you had nothing to do with Hunterís death. But I tell you, if you think you're going to get away with what you did to me -- you know I have another eyewitness. And heís pretty pissed off about what you did to his mom.
Miles: What -- what are you even going on about?
Todd: Heís my ace in the hole -- Cole Thornhart.
Cole: Mom, why would you plead guilty?
Marty: Because I killed a man. Look, that doesnít mean that I'm not going to fight to try to get the lightest sentence possible so I can get back home to you.
Cole: Ok, listen, I'll admit I donít know too much about laws. But arenít there other pleas you can make, like self-defense because somebodyís life was at stake?
Marty: Yes. But that is up to the D.A. as far as I can plea, it is guilty, not guilty, or no contest, which essentially means that I'm saying I'm guilty anyway.
Cole: Mom, you did not do it!
Marty: Look, sweetie, I know you donít want to think that I did!
Cole: Ok, ok. What about John?
Marty: What about John?
Cole: Mom, if you plead guilty, thatís it. Then the only question left is how much time you have to serve. And then John will have to stop looking for the real killer.
Marty: No, sweetie, I am --
Cole: Mom, stop it! You did not kill anybody! Mom, if John believes you're innocent, then so do I.
John: We were just talking about, um -- family stuff.
Marcie: Can you be a little more specific?
Michael: Well, John is facing some pretty tough issues. You know, you know, personal --
John: Personal stuff.
Marcie: Oh. I'm -- I'm sorry. I -- I donít mean to pry into your personal life.
John: Itís ok, Marcie.
Marcie: However, you know, Michael seemed pretty passionate about his opinion, whatever it was, and, you know, the thing is with him, when he feels strongly about something, heís usually right. Anyway, thatís my two cents. And now we're going to go play in the sandbox!
Marcie: Oh, no -- you know what? I forgot your toys. Oh, no. Why donít you stay here with daddy, ok? Yeah.
Marcie: Here you go, stay with daddy.
Michael: Yeah, let me take him. Come here.
Marcie: I'll be right back.
John: Donít forget my toys.
Michael: Do you see what you're doing here, John? Do you see?
Michael: I begged you, man. I begged you to stop digging.
John: You should know me well enough to know that I wouldnít.
Michael: Yeah. I know you, John. Whew. I know you pretty well. I know you well enough to know that you're -- you're tough, and you're cool, and you shut yourself off from your emotions. And I also know that deep down Johnny, you want what I have -- a wife, a family, a future. Donít be that guy, Johnny. Donít take that away from me because you canít have it.
John: Oh, Mike, is that what you think this is really about? Thatís not what this is. You know what this is? This is about right and wrong, doing whatís right and wrong.
Michael: You tell me whatís right. Tell me.
Marcie: Oh, ok. All right. I got your shovel and your pail. Come on, letís hit the sandbox, kiddo. You ready?
John: Yeah, you guys hit the sandbox. I got to -- I got to go. I'll see you, Tommy.
Marcie: That was abrupt.
Michael: He was in a rush.
Marcie: Yeah, obviously. Hey, you ok?
Michael: Fine. Just a little tired.
Michael: It might be nice, you know, if the three of us went and took a little trip.
Marcie: A trip? When?
Michael: I donít know -- next week. I mean, I have a ton of vacation time saved up, and no better time than now. I mean, heís not in school, heís -- heís mobile, heís portable.
Marcie: Michael, what is going on? Why do you want to get away all of the sudden? Huh?
Marty: Cole, I need you to trust me, ok?
Cole: Mom, no, you --
Marty: No arguments. No more talking about me and my situation. I -- I want to hear about what has been going on with you.
Cole: Mom, please. I told you I'm fine. You're the one thatís locked up.
Marty: Exactly, and thatís why I want to hear about your life, whatís been going on with you, and how things are with Starr?
Cole: They're good. Really good. She forgave me.
Cole: Donít act so surprised.
Marty: No, no, sweetie, I am not criticizing Starr. Itís just, in my experience, forgiveness hasnít been one of the strongest qualities in the Manning gene pool. But I'm happy for you, I really am. I donít imagine Todd is too thrilled about this.
Cole: Heís fine with it.
Marty: He gave his approval?
Cole: Not exactly.
Cole: But heís not going to stand in our way.
Marty: Thatís really great. I am so glad that you have someone you trust and care for. Yeah, so you wonít be alone right now.
Cole: You know what else will make you happy? Nora and I -- we threw all of Miles' stuff out. Just tossed it into the hallway.
Marty: Does Miles know about this?
Cole: Oh, yeah. He was actually walking out of the elevator right when we were throwing it out.
Marty: Sweetie, please, do not go out of your way to make Miles more of an enemy than he already is.
Miles: I donít know what Coleís going to tell the court. You know, but itís not uncommon for a young man to want to push his stepfather off to the side.
Todd: Wow. You've got a -- a moronic little theory about everything, donít you? Want to hear my theory? I think Coleís trying to push you away, not because you're his evil stepfather, but he knows you're a dangerous bastard. Because he -- he found you drugging me in the storage room, and you tried to kill me.
Miles: Well, a juryís going to decide what I did and didnít do.
Todd: Yeah, I think you're doomed, my friend.
Viki: Todd, can you do me a favor? Just let this go for now?
Todd: Viki, donít tell me you're buying this -- this simple Simon.
Viki: No. No, I'm not. I'm honoring Natalieís wishes, ok?
Miles: I'm going to go now.
Viki: Just a minute. Miles, I would like to make something absolutely clear, ok? Having you here in my home, when you have been accused of crimes against my brother and my friend Marty, does not sit well with me, ok? However, as Natalie pointed out, you have not been found guilty of anything yet.
Todd: No, heís guilty, all right? He tried to kill me.
Viki: And I would like to point out to you that I have loved you and supported you when the whole town was ready to throw you to the wolves.
Todd: Yes, of course you did. You're my sister.
Viki: Yes, and he is Jessicaís uncle. More importantly, heís Natalieís friend.
Todd: Heís also Mitch Laurenceís brother. That trumps everything else.
Viki: Oh, trust me, I have not forgotten that. But I promised Natalie, and so for the time being, Miles is staying.
Judge: Do you have anything that you wish to tell the court before you are removed and held until sentencing?
Tate: I do. The only reason I'm pleading guilty is because I wonít allow myself to be judged by a pack of mongrels that you so laughingly call my peers. I refuse to defend myself when I've done nothing wrong.
Layla: What? My sisterís in a coma because of you. My friends and I almost died because of you.
Judge: Order. Order in the court!
[Judge pounds gavel]
Judge: Sit down.
Tate: It doesnít matter if you put me away. There are many others who believe as I do, and who will continue my work for me. I'll be a martyr for the cause. But my only regret is that I didnít finish what I started.
Vincent: I'm going to kill you. I'm going to kill you!
Michael: Marcie, me wanting to spend some quality time with my family is about nothing more than you, me, and the boy on a beach with no distractions.
Marcie: Hmm. That sounds really nice.
Michael: Yeah, it does.
Marcie: Oh, you know what? Itís really bad timing. Because I have to go back to school in a couple of weeks. I have all those parent/teacher conferences and staff meetings.
Marcie: I just donít have the time to get out of work right now.
Michael: Yeah. I know. I mean, I donít know what I was thinking, you know? And you do have all that school stuff coming up.
Marcie: I'm sorry.
Michael: No, donít be sorry. It was a stupid idea.
Marcie: No. Look at me. It wasnít stupid, it was really sweet. Wasnít it? It was. And you know what? Thereís nothing wrong with making time for your family.
Michael: Yeah, well -- there are a lot of people out there that might disagree with you.
Marcie: Well, guess what -- they donít know what love is.
[Judge pounds gavel]
Bo: Take your seat.
Judge: Order! Commissioner! Please, sir, would you take your seat again? Thank you. Everyone else, sit down, now! You, sir, sit. I should hold you all in contempt of court. But I will excuse this outburst. However, if this should happen in the future, I will not be so understanding. And from you, Mr. Harmon, I have heard more than enough. You will be immediately remanded to Statesville Prison and held until sentencing. Get him out of here.
Bailiff: All rise.
Talia: Come on.
Nora: Hey. Are you ok?
Matthew: Yeah, I'm fine. I just feel bad for Tate.
Nora: You -- you feel sorry for him why, because heís going to prison?
Matthew: No. Because heís absolutely pathetic.
Bo: You know what? You're absolutely right. He is. But I'm just glad that you donít let your own hatred get the best of you.
Matthew: I'm just glad itís all over.
Nora: Thank you.
Cole: Mom, I know you donít want to talk about it, but if you plead guilty --
John: Which you shouldnít. Thereís no way you're pleading guilty in this thing.
Cole: See? John agrees with me. He doesnít believe you killed Spencer, either.
Marty: Well, itís not Johnís decision.
John: Let me tell you something. You give up now, we're never going to know what really happened.
Marty: I killed him. I donít remember doing it because a part of me doesnít want to, but itís the only thing that makes sense.
John: Listen to me. The only way you can legitimately plead guilty is if you remember delivering the fatal blow, which you canít. You know what that means? It means the real killer is still out there. You really want to take the rap for whoever that is? Ah -- like talking to a wall. Hey, look, Cole -- um -- I'm going to be taking your mom over to the courthouse in a few minutes. If you're going to be there, you might want to head over now.
Cole: Mom, listen to what John is saying. Think about what you are doing.
Marty: Thank you for coming, ok, sweetie?
Cole: No problem.
Marty: I love you. I am so proud of you.
Cole: Yeah, you, too.
Marty: So, how do I look for my big day?
John: You look fine.
Marty: You, on the other hand, donít look so good.
John: You know, doc, you're -- you're about to be arraigned on murder charges. Itís -- itís a little late for playing shrink.
Marty: No, no, I'm not playing. This is what I do, and actually, you know, it would help me out to feel a little useful. So, you want to talk about it?
Miles: Thank you again for allowing me to stay at the carriage house.
[Door opens and closes]
Todd: You know, as long as we're all being grateful here, thank you for stabbing me in the back.
Viki: Oh, Todd! I'm sorry if you're upset about this, ok? But I let Miles stay here not out of disrespect for you, but rather out of respect for Natalie. Because actually, she made a very valid point -- that -- that her support of Miles is analogous to mine of you.
Todd: How is that done?
Viki: You know, Todd, I've stuck my neck out for you time and again. Because despite all the really awful things that you have managed to do, I still believe that you're a good person.
Todd: So now you're comparing me to him?
Viki: , Not you, just the situation. Besides, we donít really know who Miles is, so until we do, Natalie has chosen to believe the best of him, and -- and you know what? I kind of have to admire her for that.
Todd: You admire her for worshipping someone who would like me dead?
Viki: If he is found guilty of kidnapping you, or hurting you, he will be made to pay for it.
Todd: One way or another.
Viki: Oh, God, what does that mean?
Todd: What it always means.
Matthew: Hey, Mom, I'm going.
Nora: Ok. Is your daddy taking you?
Nora: All right.
Matthew: I'll see you alter.
Nora: Ok. Hey, you're a really brave and strong person, you know that?
Matthew: You, too, Mom.
Nora: I love you.
Matthew: Love you, too.
Nora: See you at home.
Matthew: See ya.
Sarah: Looks like Harmonís going to pay, huh?
Cristian: Yeah, I doubt the judge will cut him some slack. I'm going to go.
Sarah: Me, too?
Cristian: Yeah, letís go.
Adriana: So itís over, the Tate chapter. Ahem.
Rex: Yeah, and I'd be feeling really relieved, except now --
Adriana: We have to deal with that other thing.
Vincent: I really want to apologize for the outburst earlier. I really lost my head.
Nora: Yes, you did.
Layla: How could he not? He was taunting us, Nora.
Vincent: I'm just happy to see that Tate is finally going to get what he deserves.
Nora: Oh, I have a feeling that the Warden at Statesvilleís going to see to that.
Tate: Hold on a second. Who is this?
Guard: Your cell mate, Luther. Luther, say hello to Tate.
Luther: Welcome to Statesville.
Marcie: You know, I think you're right. I think we should go away on a family vacation soon. Maybe sometime around Christmas break. Wonít that be fun?
Michael: Yeah, Christmas. It'll be great.
Marcie: Oh. Come on! We're going to get to go away on a lot of family vacations be goes off to college.
Marcie: But for now, you want to go play in the sandbox, donít you? I know you do, I know you do!
Michael: He does.
Marcie: Heís trying to tell me, "Mom, shut up, I want to go play." Come on. Come here, my little man. Come on, we're going to go play in the sandbox. Whee!
Michael: Hey -- um -- why donít I go with you?
Michael: Yeah, I like the park.
Marcie: Oh -- do you hear that? Daddy just doesnít want to say goodbye to you. Come on. All right, Mr. Squiggly, come on.
John: I've got some stuff going on. Personal stuff.
Marty: Thatís all you're going to say?
John: Thatís it.
Marty: Well, if you ever want to talk, you know where to find me.
Officer: Time to go to court.
John: Hey, Flynn, if itís the same with you, I'll escort her over. Thanks.
Marty: You know, we all have choices, John.
On the next "One Life to Live" --
Judge: Dr. Saybrooke, how do you plead?
Natalie: Will you go out with me?
Miles: On a date?
Todd: When I'm done with Natalie, sheís going to wish she never crawled out of that trailer park.
Antonio: We've severed just about every tie between us except one, and I think itís time to cut that one, too.
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