OLTL Transcript Tuesday 8/28/07

One Life to Live Transcript Tuesday 8/28/07

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Cristian: Ok, so we're out of Petit Marnier, Grenadine, and Margarita mix -- oh, and we're almost out of fresh lime.

Eve: Ok.

Cristian: Thanks.

Sarah: Ahem. Could a girl get a little service here?

Cristian: Your money is no good here. Oh, sorry, I forgot -- you donít have any.

Sarah: Only a matter of time.

Cristian: Really? So, what, did you get religion, come around to the Buchanan way of doing things?

Sarah: Nope. I'm about to bag myself a job.

Cristian: Whoís got the cojones to hire you?

Sarah: You do.

Starr: We could take Comm. Science together.

Cole: What?

Starr: Ooh -- we could join band.

Cole: Band?

Starr: You donít want to be a band geek? No?

Cole: No.

[Starr giggles]

Cole: Or you could -- could skip a grade.

Starr: Ok, I know I'm smart and everything, but we would probably have better luck being in the same gym class together, but that wouldnít really be fair to you, because I would just cream you in football, and beat you in everything else -- just completely ruin you.

[Cole chuckles]

Cole: Oh, yeah?

Starr: Yeah.

Cole: Bring it on, big shot.

Starr: Ok, whatís wrong with you?

Cole: I donít know. It -- just feels weird being happy.

Starr: Everythingís going to be ok. Your mom wouldnít call and say that itís going to be better if it wasnít. Your momís going to be released from jail. Itís just a matter of time.

Marcie: When can we see Lindsay?

Nora: Marcie, sheís still being questioned.

Marcie: By John, Nora.

Michael: Marcie --

Marcie: What? The man has arrested half of Llanview for killing Spencer Truman.

Nora: Ok, Marcie --

Marcie: Does anybody else -- does anybody else here have a problem with the fact that he has hijacked this department for his own personal grudge fest?

Michael: Nora, listen, I am really sorry, but you have to understand --

Marcie: No, no, Michael, do not -- please, ok? Donít stand here and apologize for me. John went after you, he went after his own brother, and when that didnít work out, he came after me. And now heís going after Lindsay.

Nora: Marcie, if -- if you donít calm down, you're going to have to leave the building.

Marcie: I'm not leaving. I am not leaving without the best woman that I know.

John: The secret you killed for has come out anyway. I know Tommy is really Todd Manningís son. You canít protect him anymore. So why donít you just tell me everything? How long have you known Tommy is Manningís son?

Lindsay: I never said anything of the kind.

John: You didnít deny it, either. Just say it. You know Tommy is Todd Manningís son.

Lindsay: And you donít want that coming out any more than I do.

Miles: I'm glad I found you. I have something to tell you, something terribly important. I know you hate my guts, and you have every right to, and you probably think I'm crying wolf about this, but I'm not. I know where your son is -- for real this time.

Miles: I'm telling you the truth --

Todd: Shut up, Miles.

Miles: But, Todd, I need --

Todd: You mention my son again, one more word --

Miles: Look, what I have to say is --

Todd: One more word, Miles!

Miles: What I have to say -- is no joke.

Todd: I'm not laughing.

Marcie: Does Lindsay even have a lawyer in there with her?

Nora: Lindsay is very aware of her rights.

Marcie: So, in other words, that would be a no?

Michael: Marcie, honey, you really have to calm down.

Marcie: Calm down? You want me to calm down?

Michael: Yeah.

Marcie: Michael, the only woman who has ever been a mother to me was just publicly humiliated and arrested for a murder that she didnít commit, but you want me to calm down?

Bo: Look, I'll -- I'll call you as soon as we have something to report. Goodbye.

Rex: This is no good, Bo.

Bo: Yeah, you can say that again.

Rex: I mean, what the hell? Lindsay killed Spencer? They barely knew each other.

Bo: Balsom, you know that this is an ongoing --

Rex: Ongoing investigation. Yeah, I know. You canít talk about it -- yada, yada. Pardon my French, itís a bunch of crap. I'm sorry, but this is Lindsay we're talking about. I care about her, and I know you do, too. You canít believe she killed Spencer.

Nora: I understand, Marcie. You and Lindsay were very close.

Marcie: Yeah, I understand, too, Nora. I understand that you hate Lindsayís guts.

Michael: Marcie --

Marcie: Fine. Look, Lindsay and I -- we've been there for each other, you know, through some of the worst things you can imagine. I am not about to turn my back on her right now.

Nora: You know what, Marcie? I think thatís wonderful, I really do. But you've got to respect the roomful of men and women in here who are trying to do their job.

Marcie: And what is that job, Nora -- railroading people?

Nora: Ok, you're close, Marcie, you're really close.

Michael: Marcie, honey --

Marcie: I'm sorry. Am I making a scene? I donít care. I will stop when someone stops John and they set Lindsay free.

Nora: Ok, Lindsay right now is a suspect in a murder investigation. She is going to be questioned, and then very possibly charged, and then -- and only then -- will she be up for bail consideration. It doesnít matter how you feel about your friend. But you cannot impeach Johnís ability to do his job. And if -- if John likes Lindsay for this, then I do, too.

Marcie: Oh, come on! Nora, this -- this whole thing -- I -- I swear to you, this has nothing to do with John liking Lindsay for anything, ok? This has to do with him liking Marty Saybrooke.

[Door opens]

Marty: Um, excuse me?

Guard: Dr. Saybrooke, is everything all right?

Marty: Actually, yeah, itís -- itís great, but, um, I was just wondering, is John McBain in the building?

Guard: Probably, considering all hell just broke loose.

Marty: At the woman-of-the-year awards?

Guard: How did you know?

Marty: Lucky guess.

Cole: How did you get so good at making me feel better?

Starr: Maybe itís in my genes or chromosomes or something.

Cole: In your jeans, huh?

Starr: Hey!

Cole: What? You're the one who said it.

Starr: You're the one who canít keep your head above waist level.

Cole: Oh, come on, thatís not true. You know I love everything about you.

[Door opens]

Starr: Ahem. Hi, Aunt Dorian, we werenít expecting you home so early.

Dorian: Please, do not even try to pretend you two have been doing homework.

Starr: We were actually trying to coordinate our courses for the fall.

Dorian: Oh, right, right. Whatís there to coordinate? You're a sophomore, and arenít you going to be a junior?

Starr: How were the awards?

Dorian: Well, they went well. Um -- I was, of course, passed over once again, but, all in all, I can say it was all to the good.

Starr: Was there a scandal as usual?

Dorian: Sometimes, Starr, I think you're wise beyond your years.

Starr: So? Come on.

Dorian: The 2007 Woman of the Year had a meltdown while making her speech. Then a few other things happened. Then she was handcuffed and taken to jail -- accused of having killed Spencer Truman. Mm-hmm.

John: Donít tell me what I want.

Lindsay: Then talk to me. Talk to me like -- like you're Michaelís brother, Tommyís uncle.

John: Heís right here. So is the cop.

Lindsay: I donít need the cop!

John: Look, I took an oath. I canít just check my badge at the door because familyís involved.

Lindsay: Yes, you can. Itís called compassion.

John: Hmm. But in this line of work, a murder is still a murder.

Lindsay: You canít hide behind your line of work.

John: You --

Lindsay: No, there is too much at stake on this one here.

John: You want to talk about hiding? I mean, you really want to talk about hiding? Right now thereís a woman down in a holding cell who hasnít been able to see her son for weeks because of a crime she didnít commit.

Lindsay: Marty never would've been convicted.

John: Oh, yeah? Does that justify the hell you're putting her through?

Lindsay: I'm sorry sheís had a rough couple of nights, but hell? No, hell is when a parent has a child ripped from their lives. Spencer Truman set Michael and Marcie up to feel that kind of pain. He put them in the line of fire, and you're the one thatís about to pull the trigger.

John: You're talking in circles here. The bottom line is my brotherís adopted son is still Todd Manningís kid.

Lindsay: You feel better now? You want to shout it from the rooftops?

John: No, I donít. It sucks. So how long have you known?

Lindsay: John, if this gets out, itís going to destroy Michael and Marcie.

John: For argumentís sake, what about Manning?

Lindsay: He never needs to know.

John: You really think itís up to you to play God?

Lindsay: No. Do you think itís up to you?

John: All right, letís forget about God. I just want to know the truth from the beginning.

Lindsay: But you already know the truth, and here we are, going round and round. Clearly, you've known about Tommy, and what I want to know is, why havenít you done something about it?

Cristian: You're angling for a job here -- again?

Sarah: You're never going to get my half of the cable bill until I start earning.

Cristian: "Earn"? You?

Sarah: Look, I know my way around a bat from little league, so whose legs do I got to break?

Cristian: So you're ready to punch the clock?

Sarah: Could you dial down the attitude a little? Not only did Antonio tell me I could have a job --

Cristian: "Maybe." Antonio said "maybe."

Sarah: But I did try to get hired here once before, remember? You shot me down?

Cristian: The way I remember it, you waltzed in here like you were Godís gift to club land.

Sarah: Well, can I help it if I'm young, talented, and in your face?

Cristian: The in-your-face part? Yeah.

Sarah: Strong women scare you, huh?

Cristian: I've been with strong women. You -- you're just in training. And as far as working here, you know, Antonio also said that I run this place, and I donít think we need a booker.

Sarah: Give me your cell and 10 minutes, and I will have block party here for Labor Day.

Cristian: You know, you fed me that exact same line weeks ago. What did I say then -- no. What do you think I'm going to say now -- no. Thatís not the way we do things. You know, thereís a process -- research, marketing, analyzing our clientele.

Sarah: I could do that.

Cristian: I'm sure you could -- after you work your way up from the bottom.

Sarah: God, give me a break.

Cristian: You know, before he was Mr. Sean John, multimillion-dollar mogul P. Diddy ran errands for --

Sarah: Andre Harrell from uptown records, bringing him pie -- I know. Why does everybody tell that story?

Cristian: Because it shows you thereís no shortcut into this business.

Sarah: Oh, right, because you started off here waiting tables.

Cristian: I've done it.

Sarah: Well, I am a creative person.

Cristian: So am I. But I'm here anyway, doing what I have to do to get by.

Sarah: Yeah. Well, I guess thatís why I'm here, too. You know what my goals are long-term, but today I'm willing to start as -- a server. Ahem.

Nora: John would never allow his personal life to enter into a case.

Marcie: Johnís personal life "is" the Spencer Truman case, Nora.

Nora: All right, let me rephrase that. John would never allow his personal life to interfere with his ability to do his job.

Michael: Sheís got a point.

Marcie: Michael! Come on. We both know -- we all know that John has this kind of a -- this thing for Marty. Look, the woman confessed to killing Spencer Truman, your department was building a case against her -- am I right?

Nora: Yes, we were.

Marcie: Well, then doesnít it strike you odd, Nora, even if itís not illegal, that John pursued another suspect without anybody else here knowing, long after the L.P.D. closed the case?

Nora: Ok, I canít stand here and debate the legalities --

Marcie: Well, then stand here and debate it with a lawyer, ok? Because I have one coming for Lindsay, and he is not some cheap, public defender.

Nora: Are you going to allow me to finish what I was going to say? I canít stand here and date legalities with you when I donít know exactly what is going on, which is why I was on my way downstairs to find out. Until then, no one -- not Lindsay, Marty, and, apparently, not you -- is going home. So, if you will excuse me, ok?

Marcie: Fine.

Nora: Marcie? I really admire your commitment to Lindsay, and she really has done some wonderful things lately. But that doesnít negate her past. She is a convicted felon. She has attempted murder and murder on her rap sheet. Just -- just bear that in mind when you're going to bat for her, please? Ok. Excuse me.

Bo: Until Lindsay starts talking, my hands are tied.

Rex: How about getting a leash for John?

Bo: Hey, I donít get in my chief detectiveís way when heís doing his job.

Rex: Is this the job you had in mind? Heís about to charge a third separate subject for the same murder, and this one didnít even --

Bo: We donít know what "this one" did or didnít do.

Rex: Bo, you canít think that Lindsay -- what?

Bo: You know something? You've been involved in this case since day one. You're into it right up to your ears -- you and Michael both. So is at what you're trying to hide -- Lindsayís involvement?

Rex: No way -- I didnít even know she was -- I donít think she is.

Bo: But you know something that relates to Spencer Trumanís homicide, and you've been sitting on it. I've been looking the other way, Balsom, because you're a good kid, and because we already had a suspect for that murder, we thought we had the person. Thatís all up in smoke right now. You want me to do everything I can to help our friend? I'm doing it. You know what you have to do? You have to step up, and you have to tell me what you've been hiding.

John: You know, we can go back and forth on this all day. You're still on deck for a capital murder.

Lindsay: You donít know what you're going to do, do you?

John: So when did you find out Tommy was Manningís son?

Lindsay: I'm right, arenít I?

John: Does Marcie know?

Lindsay: Marcie doesnít know anything. She thinks the boy she raised since he was practically born is going to be her son for the rest of her life.

John: Was Truman going to tell Manning about Tommy?

Lindsay: Do you know that sheís already been looking into preschools?

John: Is that why you killed him?

Lindsay: Do you know that she thinks that her son is going to grow up, get married, have children, and make her a grandmother?

John: You can make this easier on yourself if you just confess.

Lindsay: You already know the truth -- isnít that what you said?

John: I need the timeline, from when you found out who Tommy really was.

Lindsay: Well, isnít that funny, because I'd kind of like to know the same thing. Because, clearly, you've known about this long enough to pick up the phone and call Todd, but you couldnít. Tommyís family, and you're going to leave that little boy right where he is. When it comes to powerful congestion relief,

Marty: Tell me something good.

Nora: A lotís happening, we have a new suspect thatís being interrogated, and you could be going home soon.

Marty: And this isnít some kind of late April Foolís Day joke?

Nora: Itís not a done deal, thereís a lot of things still in motion, but I think you're going to be free soon.

Marty: Do I know the suspect?

Nora: Yeah -- Lindsay Rappaport. Can you believe it? I mean, I -- I'm still sort of gathering and catching up with all the evidence -- John arrested her about an hour ago -- but it, um -- you know, this is where you're supposed to turn around and say, "Lindsay Rappaport -- wow, thatís impossible."

Marty: Oh, itís possible, all right.

Nora: Ok. I think you need to tell me what you know.

Cole: Whoa, whoa, whoa, wait, back up, back up. Someone else was arrested for murdering Spencer?

Dorian: Not just "someone else" -- a very good friend of mine, Lindsay Rappaport -- and, I mean the indignity of it. I mean, the woman was carted away in the middle of an important ceremony in front of everyone. Media -- I -- oh, God -- I think of the photographs --

Starr: Ahem -- Aunt Dorian?

Cole: Ok, what about my mom?

Starr: Yeah.

Dorian: Oh. Um -- I donít think she was even mentioned. The primary focus was Lindsay.

Cole: Ok, so that means sheís going to be set free, right?

Starr: Yeah, it has to.

Dorian: No, I donít think thatís necessarily the case.

Starr: Can two people be charged for the same crime?

Dorian: Well, unfortunately, I think thatís whatís happening right now.

Cole: Ok, I'm going to call John.

Dorian: Why bother? I mean, right now John is probably interrogating his new pet, you know --

[Dorian laughs]

Dorian: Suspect. Come on. How the man keeps his job, I have no idea.

Cole: See? My mom is innocent, all right? He knew it, and I knew it, and he said he was going to do everything to fix it, and he did.

Starr: Oh, Cole!

Cole: You were right, my momís coming home. Lindsay I'm right, arenít I? Why havenít you gone with the truth to Marcie or Todd? Why didnít you call child services? Why else would Tommy still be with Marcie and Michael?

John: This is only going to make things harder on Tommy in the end.

Lindsay: All you've got is a pocketful of speculation. You canít prove anything, and I'm not talking.

John: I donít need you to talk to make a case. The truth will come out, it always does. In the meantime, Michael and Marcie are going to know why you did this. They wonít be able to move past it, unless they know what happened.

Lindsay: "They're not going to be able to move past it"? Are you kidding me? You take away the only child they'll ever have, they're not going to be able to move on!

John: You know what I think? I think you've been carrying this around for months. I think itís eating you up -- I've seen in your eyes, I can see it right now.

Lindsay: And telling you is going to ease my pain, is that it?

John: I'll make sure this comes out right, I promise. But to do that, I need to have the facts -- from the time you learned who Tommy really is.

Lindsay: Doesnít matter, because I'm going to take that secret to my grave with me.

Miles: Ugh! Please --

Todd: How much did he give you, Miles?

Miles: You have to listen to me!

Todd: How much did he give you, Miles?

Miles: I donít know what you're talking about!

Todd: Spencer -- how much did he give you to torture me?

Miles: I'm not trying to torture you!

Blair: Stop it -- just shut up! Please, Todd --

Miles: Listen, he "did" give it to me, he gave me something, he gave me -- he gave me a key to a locker.

Blair: Just give me the knife, Todd, please. Letís go home -- give me the knife. Letís go home to your family. Come on, Todd. Come on. Just go. Come on. Itís not worth it. Come on, Todd.

Miles: If you walk out that door, you're walking out on your son. Heís alive, and heís here in Llanview.

Cristian: You want to wait tables?

Sarah: It pays, right?

Cristian: Barely. You got to work your tail off.

Sarah: Yeah, but health benefits?

Cristian: Yeah.

Sarah: Fringe benefits?

Cristian: Free grub -- not booze.

Sarah: Vertical opportunities?

Cristian: This isnít B.E. We call it "moving up."

Sarah: Well?

Cristian: We'll see.

Sarah: Sold. Not my dream job, but it will do.

Cristian: The Buchanan family tap still in the off position?

Sarah: Actually, no.

Cristian: No?

Sarah: Uh-uh.

Cristian: Then I donít get it. What -- whatís this all about?

Sarah: My dad offered to put me back on the dole, but I said no.

Cristian: Why did you say no?

Sarah: Thatís none of your business.

Cristian: You know, I should've hit you up for rent money when I had the chance.

Sarah: Actually, I --

Cristian: I knew it.

Sarah: I do want to pay the rent, but thatís why I need some income -- hint, hint.

Cristian: Hmm. All right. And you really donít mind starting out at the bottom?

Sarah: Of course I mind. My great-grandfather did it, so can I.

Cristian: Ok, whereís that W-2? Fill this out, then we'll test your serving skills.

Sarah: "Test"? You kidding? How hard could it be?

Cristian: Exactly.

Cole: Hey, is it ok if I take off?

Starr: What are you still doing here? Go!

Dorian: Wait a minute, are you going down to the police station at this hour?

Cole: Yeah, I -- I want to be there when my momís released. And, of course, sheís going to need a ride, and Nora and I changed the locks at the apartment so Miles wouldnít get in, so we're going to --

Starr: You donít want your mom to be locked out when she gets there.

Cole: Well, yeah. Right.

Dorian: Itís very nice of you to be so considerate of your mother, but, really, donít you think Lieutenant McBain would let you know if there was some change?

Starr: None of that matters right now, aunt Dorian. His mom could be free.

Dorian: Of course, and itís really important to keep a positive attitude, so you go right ahead.

Starr: Exactly.

Dorian: Sure, your showing up could very well, you know, light a fire under those bureaucratic butts.

Cole: What, you really think so?

Starr: Definitely.

Cole: Well, all right, then.

Starr: Go! I'm so happy for --

Cole: Thank you so much for the good news.

Dorian: Ooh --

Cole: Oh -- um -- ok.

[Door opens and closes]

Starr: I'm sorry about that.

Dorian: Thereís nothing to be sorry about. You know, heís not such a bad kid after all.

Starr: I told -- if you're home, then whereís my mom and dad?

Todd: You going somewhere, Miles? I thought you had something to say to me.

Miles: I do!

Todd: We've been over this, Miles, havenít we?

Blair: Just stop it, Todd.

[Miles groans]

Blair: Thereís already been one arrest tonight, donít make it two. Come on!

[Miles pants]

Miles: Agh!

Todd: Listen to me -- you hear me?

Blair: Just stop.

Todd: Can you hear -- shut up! Can you hear me? You're done lying to me. If you mention my dead sonís name again, you're going to be done breathing.

Blair: Please stop it, Todd!

Todd: Go ahead.

Miles: I know --

Blair: Stop!

Todd: I have two children -- you name them, I'll let you live. Could you?

Miles: You have three.

Blair: Stop it!

Todd: I have two! Name them.

Marcie: Yeah, as soon as you can get here -- they're already interrogating her. Ok. Well, the attorneyís on his way.

Michael: Good.

Marcie: Yeah.

Michael: Thatís -- thatís really -- thatís really good. Um, we should probably go, you know, because -- because it looks like we've done pretty much everything --

Marcie: No, no, no, Mike, I want to stay. I want to -- you know, I want to stay. I want to make sure that the lawyer gets here and that he meets with Lindsay, and maybe -- maybe he'll get her out tonight, you know, sometime.

Michael: Yeah. You know, I -- I really -- I -- I just feel like thatís just such a huge long shot, you know?

Marcie: Well, that might be true. But come on, Mike. I mean, Lindsayís gone out on a limb for us plenty of times, you know? The least we can do is -- is stick around, let her know that we believe in her, right? Unless you donít.

Bo: I am going to do everything I can to help Lindsay. What are you going to do, Balsom?

Rex: I could, you know, do some digging as a P.I.

Bo: Thatís how you're going to play this? Lindsayís down there in a cell right now accused of murder, and all you can say is, "I'm going to do some digging"?

Rex: What else can I do?

Bo: You can tell me the secret you've been keeping.

Rex: I -- believe me, there is nothing that I can say that will help Lindsay. But I will do anything to help her. This is Lindsay we're talking about, thereís no way she could've killed -- what could her motive possibly be?

John: Ah, keep your secret. Tell me what happened when you went to see Truman.

Lindsay: Who says I went to see him?

John: You went to see him after you found out the truth about Tommy, you wanted to make sure he wasnít going to use that information to hurt Marcie. Come on, I've seen the two of you together, I know how you feel about Marcie, I know how you feel about Tommy.

Lindsay: I'd do anything for that little boy.

John: I know you would. Is that why you killed Truman?

Lindsay: John, let this go.

John: I canít -- a murderís been committed.

Lindsay: I'm not asking you to let it go for me, I'm asking you to let it go for your family. Do what you have to do to me, I donít care. But leave your theory about my motive out of it.

John: For them?

Lindsay: Yes. Because if the truth comes out, it will destroy them. So I'm begging you, John, not to let this out. I'm not going to say anything. So if you're going to destroy that family by telling them, then you're going to do that all by yourself.

Cristian: Always keep a pocket empty for garbage you pick up off the table.

Sarah: Nice.

Cristian: Always gesture with an open hand, never point.

Sarah: What is this -- first grade?

Cristian: Men arenít guys, they're gentlemen. And a woman is never a lady, sheís a customer.

Sarah: Is this some kind of P.C. Thing?

Cristian: Remember to tip your bussers well -- they know how much you make, and they can rescue you or make your life a living hell.

Sarah: Look, I'm not an idiot. I've done this before.

Cristian: I know -- you told me you were terrible.

Sarah: I've grown.

Cristian: Hmm. Oh, one last thing -- all our servers need to know how to mix a cosmopolitan.

Sarah: Cool.

Cristian: Itís our most popular drink, bartenders are usually busy, so you'd be doing everyone else a favor if you can handle these yourself.

Sarah: No problem. Got it.

Cristian: Ok. So go get it. /

Sarah: Do you want me to make one now?

Cristian: Thatís right. Timeís a-ticking.

Sarah: Fine. Stand back.

Marty: I saw Lindsay slip out of Blairís I.C.U. room, and there was blood all over her clothes.

Nora: How is it that -- that no one else saw her?

Marty: She took a coat and wrapped it around herself and just bolted.

Nora: Unbelievable -- thatís "two" guys that sheís killed.

Marty: What?

Nora: Nothing. Um -- John -- John suspected Lindsay before he came to you and gathered your recollections, am I right?

Marty: Yeah. He had it figured out before I told him anything.

Nora: Oh. Did he happen to mention why he suspected Lindsay?

Marty: Not to me. But, um, I didnít even know that Lindsay knew Spencer.

Nora: Yeah, well, with Spencer, anythingís possible. He was so evil -- who knows how many skeletons he took to his grave.

Marty: Yeah, I'm sure just -- Lindsay was trying to defend Blair.

Nora: He was stabbed nine times with scissors. No, thereís something else going on -- I'm sure John knows what it is, but -- all right. I want to go get the ball going on your release.

Marty: So, how soon do you think?

Nora: Well, I'm going to do my damnedest to make sure you're out of here by -- tomorrow morning?

Marty: Thank you, for everything you have done, and especially Cole. I --

Nora: Oh, come on. You would've done the same thing for me, all right? Now I'm going to boogie and get those release papers going. Oh Ė

Cole: Mom, itís over, right? You're -- you're getting out?

Marty: Looks like it. I am coming home.

Dorian: I imagine that your father is probably -- oh -- brainstorming some hideous headlines for tomorrowís edition, and your mother, no doubt, is playing Bonnie to his Clyde.

Starr: "No doubt"?

Dorian: Yes, I imagine so.

Starr: You do more than imagine, you practically stalk my mom whenever she gives my dad attention.

Dorian: Hey! "Stalk"? Excuse me.

Starr: "Hey!" Are you going to tell me how they were getting along?

Dorian: Um, on a scale of between abject hatred and sublime marital bliss, hmm?

Starr: Seven or eight?

Dorian: Uh-uh. A five at most.

Starr: Are you kidding me? You should've seen the way he looked at her in that dress that she wore.

Dorian: Ok, I admit it. Nothing -- nothing gets your parents in step like walking all over somebody.

Starr: You know, you really seemed sorry for Lindsay earlier.

Dorian: I am. She had an awful, humiliating night, and tomorrow morning -- letís face it -- those bogus charges are going to be dropped.

John: I donít want to ruin anyoneís life.

Lindsay: I know you donít want this to come out. That is why you brought me here in the first place, isnít it? You wanted to discuss this with me in private.

John: If you think I can protect you, I canít.

Lindsay: I'm not asking you to protect me. I'm asking you to protect them. You have a choice to make, John, between the law and your family. And for that childís sake, I hope you make the right one. I work hard at making my home look nice.

Sarah: Two fingers' bourbon, two fingers' seltzer. Where do you keep that bitters stuff?

Sarah: There we go. Oh, wait -- Cosmo is pink, right. Watermelon liqueur. Ok. And -- bam. Taste it and weep.

Cristian: Ladies first.

Sarah: You scared? Oh --

Cristian: Are those tears I see?

[Sarah coughs]

Sarah: Ok, so I'm a little rusty.

Cristian: And also wrong. Basic Cosmos are made with vodka, triple sec, cranberry juice, and lime.

Sarah: I was being inventive.

Cristian: You know, most of your money is made from tips.

Sarah: So I'll make real nice with the bartenders.

Cristian: Right -- or you can learn how to do it right. Now, watch. This is the way you do it.

Bo: I've got too much to sort out.

Rex: Absolutely -- me, too. Maybe we could compare notes at some point.

Bo: Uh, I donít think so.

Rex: Bo, we both want the same thing for Lindsay.

Bo: I know that. But if she is guilty, thereís only so much either one of us could possibly do. Balsom, I need you to stay out of this, ok? Donít do anything stupid.

Michael: You know that I love Lindsay. But you heard Nora -- there is nothing else that we can do here tonight. You tell me, what do you think Lindsay would want? Do you think that she would want us out here wringing our hands with worry, while our son sits at home with a babysitter?

Marcie: No.

Michael: She would want us to go home and hold our son.

Marcie: Ok, fine. Fine, Michael. You are right, ok? But I am coming back here first thing in the morning.

Michael: And I am going to be right here with you.

Marcie: Ok.

Nora: The guard will be back down to escort you out.

Cole: Thank you.

Marty: Thank you.

Cole: Um, I donít want to bring the mood down or anything, but thereís no chance of all this falling apart, right?

Marty: I donít think so.

Cole: So you remember what happened?

Marty: Finally, yes, but I donít think that would've mattered if John hadnít figured it out. I'm going to be free, and I owe it all to him.

Todd: Two kids.

Blair: Todd Ė

Todd: Two kids -- name them. Name them. Name them!

Miles: [Hoarse] Starr and Jack.

Blair: Come on! He said it, letís go. We're done here, Todd. We are done, Todd! We're done!

Todd: Look at me, look at me. You mention my dead sonís name again, I'm going to kill you, you son of a bitch.

Blair: Come on! Come on.

Miles: Thatís a risk -- thatís a risk I'm going to have to take.

John: Help yourself out, Lindsay. Make this right.

Lindsay: I am making this right. I'm protecting your brother, his wife, and their beautiful child.

John: Even without you or me, the truthís going to come out -- Tommy is not theirs.

Lindsay: My conscience is clear. Itís in your hands now.

[Knock on door]

John: Come on in.

Officer: Perpís lawyer is here, interrogation three.

John: Very good. Will you escort Mrs. Rappaport to her attorney, please?

Lindsay: We're really not all that different, are we, lieutenant? We'd both do anything to protect the people we love.

On the next "One Life to Live" --

Jamie: Are you going to be my daddyís new girlfriend?

Clint: Nash, are you having money trouble?

Nora: What we need is a motive, John.

Lindsay: There is something I want to tell you.

Natalie: He has information for Todd. I donít think it would hurt you to listen to him.

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