One Life to Live Transcript Monday 12/3/07
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[Tire blows out]
John: What the hell are you doing?
Starr: Excuse me. Hi. Do you think you would be able to post a few of these around here?
Bartender: I know this woman.
Starr: She's Dr. Marty Saybrooke. She's a shrink. She worked with Llanview P.D.
Bartender: She used to come in here with that cop, McBain.
Starr: And that's her son, Cole.
Bartender: Sure, give me a couple.
Starr: Thank you so much.
Bartender: Not a problem.
Starr: Thank you.
Michael: I did that. I had posters made up for Marcie and T-- and your brother. I put them up all over town.
Starr: Well, did it work?
David: Got to say, you had me going. With the new do, flawless local accent.
Marcie: [Southern accent] I really don't know what you're talking about.
David: Oh, come on, Marcie, give it up. That's Todd Jr. You're holding there. And since Todd sr. Is offering a million-dollar reward for his return, I'm here to collect.
Jared: I don't know who would want to speak with me. Everyone I know in this town lives in this house.
Nigel: I don't believe the gentleman is from Llanview, Sir. When I asked him to come in, he seemed rather hesitant.
Jared: Okay, well, look, we're kind of in the middle of something, so --
Bo: Oh, I think we can spare a few minutes. Show the man in.
David: Shall we?
Marcie: It's okay, honey. It's okay. It's okay. David -- come on, David, don't do this, okay?
David: Oh, Marcie, don't try to appeal to my soft side. I don't have one. What I do have is an empty bank account and a bad reputation. You know, this is really a win-win situation for me. I get to fill my pockets and prove to my erstwhile friends that I'm a hero.
Marcie: No, but you won't be a hero, David, okay? Not to that little boy. You turn me in, and then he will never see me again. I mean, do you really want to do that to him? Do you want to tear him away from the only mother that he's ever known? Is that what you want?
David: Is that it? That's the best you got? I mean, I heard the violins, but they weren't playing my song.
Marcie: Do you have any idea what I have been through, David? Do you have any idea how far I have traveled, all the risks I have taken to save my son from that man?
David: Well, I'm sure you'll get another book out of it.
Marcie: Oh, my God -- is everything a joke to you? Look at him. He's happy and he's healthy, and you would destroy that for money?
David: Well, there's money, and there's a million dollars, and, Marcie, that kid ain't yours.
Marcie: Yes, he is! He is my son! I gave up everything for that child. I left my home, my family, my friends, my students! I would give my life for that boy! Do you have the capacity to understand what that means?
David: Of course I do. I empathize with you, Marcie. I know exactly what it's like to want something so badly, you'd do anything for it. You see, I feel that way about money.
Michael: Well, I heard about Marty and Cole. I'm sorry.
Starr: Yeah. Well, the difference is, is that Marty and Cole didn't run away, they were kidnapped.
Michael: You know, if it makes any difference, if I'd have known what Marcie was planning, I would have stopped her.
Starr: You knew that Tommy was my dad's for months and you didn't tell anyone.
Michael: I can't talk to you about that.
Starr: That's right, because you've been charged with perjury. You know, did -- did it ever occur to you that there was something wrong with that picture? Me baby-sitting Tommy? I would hold him and play with him and put him to sleep for you and Mrs. McBain, and then you guys would come home and let me leave my little brother in your house.
Michael: All right, we never set out to hurt anyone. We were trying to help a little kid who'd lost his parents.
Starr: But then you found out that his dad was alive, and you kept it a secret. You would have kept it a secret forever if people didnít find out. You don't think that there's anything wrong with that?
Michael: It's all wrong, Starr. We adopted a baby that we couldn't keep, that Marcie and Tommy have disappeared, that Cole and Marty are missing. That your dad just tried --
Starr: He tried to what?
Michael: The point is if I could go back and change things, I would. Except for one thing. I would never change how much I loved your little brother. Not for anything.
Ramsey: Simon Ryerson is a wanted man. Standard op -- any means possible.
John: Marty! Cole! Can you hear me? You coming?
Jared: Uh, Nigel, you know what? You don't have to do that. I'll just tell whoever this is that I'm busy.
Clint: Are you sure?
Jared: I don't believe this.
Charlie: Hello, Jared.
Jared: You -- come with me.
Charlie: Jared --
Jared: Shut up.
Jared: What the hell are you doing here?
Charlie: I'm your father. Do I need a reason?
Jared: What is it you need, money?
Charlie: No, I'm fine, son.
Jared: Don't call me that. Okay? Look, I grew up. I don't need you anymore.
Charlie: Maybe I need you.
Jared: Well, I needed you once, too, but you didn't give a damn.
Charlie: That's right. And I was a pretty miserable excuse as a father. But I've changed.
Jared: Oh -- what -- what, what, what, from bourbon to vodka, huh?
Charlie: No, I haven't touched a drop of alcohol in 10 months. I'm in a program, I go to meetings, I've got a sponsor -- the whole nine yards.
Jared: Oh, yeah, I remember -- you made promises before.
Charlie: No, but this is different, I'm different. That's -- that's why I'm here now. I want to make things right. I want you back in my life.
Clint: Whoever it is, Banks wasn't expecting him. That much is clear.
Bo: Kind of seemed like he didn't want us to see whoever it was.
Clint: Yeah. Nigel, what did this gentleman look like?
Nigel: He was some years older than Mr. Banks, quiet, not expensively dressed.
Clint: Oh. You think this guy knows something?
Bo: What, like Banks isn't Pa's son?
Natalie: You know what? Jared never said that he was Grandpa's son. In fact, he denied it. Grandpa's the one who wrote that letter. Why he did that --
Nigel: I think we have to assume it's true.
Natalie: No. It can't be true, because -- oh, you know what? I can't even think about this.
Bo: Who was that?
[Clint shuts phone]
David: Marcie, this is all about values.
Marcie: You're talking about values?
David: Tommy is of value to you. And you've had a good long run of it, all the way here to Paris, Texas. And there are things that I hold of value. Um -- handmade shoes, poolside massages, fresh flowers -- the kind that I don't have to grow or cut or bring to the table. I just like them to be there when I turn my head.
Marcie: Well, you know something? It's really good to know that you'll have something to do in that paradise you buy with my son's life!
David: Marcie, I appreciate beauty, and a million dollars allows me to appreciate a lot of beauty.
Marcie: What about what you owe the McBains, huh?
David: Excuse me?
Marcie: You shot at my husband's father. Your brother killed him. Do you really want to cause this family any more pain?
David: Oh, guilt doesn't work on me, especially since I already paid for it. Did I pay for it? I feel like I paid for it. Anyway, I remember feeling bad about something.
David: So, next?
Marcie: I don't know. What about Todd, you know? You don't really seem to like him, so why do you even want to side with the man?
David: I'm not siding with Todd. He's just the guy cutting the check. Think of Todd as my employer. Do you always like your employer? No, but you got to figure out a way to get along, to prioritize. So I can either get rich, or I can stick it to Todd. Now, who's going to win? Me, I'm going to win. I'm going to get rich, and you know who would agree with me? I think your husband would.
Marcie: Oh --
David: Because he wants his little misses home. So with that in mind, who should I call first- John McBain or Michael McBain?
Michael: It's the worst feeling in the world, isn't it, knowing they're out there and there's nothing you can do.
Starr: Yeah, well, I hope he is still out there. And you know what? The posters may work for me, thank you.
Starr: Are you okay, Dr. McBain?
Michael: They were what it was all about, you know? Now, I just don't really see much point.
Starr: You know, maybe if I get a soda, they'll let me sit here for a few minutes, if you don't mind.
Michael: Thanksgiving -- I begged her to come home.
Starr: Well, what did she say?
Michael: She told me that I should forget her.
Starr: My gosh.
Starr: I'm so sorry. You know, I -- I really am.
Michael: You just never know what life's going to throw at you, you know?
John: Marty! Cole! Talk to me!
Ramsey: John, by the book, got that?
John: Screw you, Ramsey. Marty, Cole!
[John knocks on van]
John: Hey! It's jammed.
John: Marty? Cole? Can you hear me? Talk to me!
Michael: The good news is John's totally focused on finding Marty and Cole, and if my brother's on the case, they will be found.
Starr: You don't have to say that.
Michael: I believe it. Look, I know you're mad at my wife. I'm mad at her, too.
Starr: You are?
Michael: I thought Tommy would be better off with us. But once the judge ruled, I was prepared to give him up. Marcie wasnít. And you know Marcie. When she sets her mind to something --
Starr: Oh, I know, believe me. I would have never done the musical if she wasn't so stubborn.
Michael: Well, a lot of that was about you.
Michael: She talked about you all the time -- how smart you were, what a great kid you were, how brave you were to do the lead like that. She didn't want to let you down. She was worried about what the trial was going to do to you.
Starr: You know, Mrs. McBain was my favorite teacher, and I really do know that she was a great mother, but it -- it's not fair what happened.
Michael: She made the wrong moves for the right reasons. And she lost her home and her career and me. Now all she has left is Tommy, and he's not even hers.
Charlie: Look, I know it'll take some time, but I'd like us to be friends.
Jared: Friends? Friends? Are you kidding me?
Charlie: It's different this time, I swear.
Jared: No, you know what? Save it, okay? I found you passed out on the floor for the last time. I have pulled your puke out of the rug for the last time.
Charlie: Okay, look, I know I was a lousy father, okay? I can't deny that, Jared. But I was hoping that maybe I could make up for it somehow.
Jared: You spoiled everything for me.
Charlie: Look, I know how mad you are, but I can take it this time --
Jared: Look, I don't mean to be cruel, okay, but you need to hear me. I don't want you in my life anymore.
Charlie: What -- you don't mean that.
Jared: You know, it wasn't -- it wasn't easy, but I -- I managed to grow up on my own. I -- I put myself through -- through business school, Dad. I -- I got myself out of more trouble than I know what to do with. I made a life for myself, and I don't need you, I don't trust you, and I have no interest in trying again. Is that clear?
Charlie: All I'm asking is that you just think about it. Okay? Look, I know this was a lot -- me coming here without calling first or anything, and I know that I can't make up for all the things that I've done, but you're my son. I love you. And I know there's a hole in your heart where I was supposed to be. But all I'm asking is that you please just give me a chance to try to fill that hole. All I'm asking is that you think about it. Please. Don't shut the door -- not yet.
Clint: Are you all right, sweetheart?
Natalie: I may have been making out with my uncle for the past week, but you know, other than that, I'm just great.
Clint: Honey, we will get to the bottom of is. And if Jared is your uncle, it's best that we find out now.
Bo: I'm going to have the lab take a look at this letter. We will be doing some DNA testing.
Clint: Damn it, Dorian.
[Clint shuts phone]
Dorian: How dare you ignore me, Clint Buchanan.
David: I can't decide who to call first.
Marcie: David -- David, I am warning you --
David: Maybe I should call John after I call Todd. He'll call the Feds, get the ball rolling. Michael -- maybe I should call Michael. You are his wife, you know. Hmm -- he might try an end run.
Marcie: You son of a bitch!
David: Marcie, Marcie, Marcie -- so violent in front of a child you call your own. What they watch, they learn. You should know that.
Marcie: Please. Oh, please, David, I'm begging you. Okay? I am begging you. He is my son! So please, David, I am begging you, please, don't do this!
David: Marcie, you're upsetting the kid.
Marcie: I mean, he needs me. He needs me, David!
David: Marcie, what he needs is for you to calm down, all right?
Marcie: Did your mother show you all those pretty little things, David, that you say you love? Did she show you all those pretty little things? Who would you be without her, David? Would you be lost? Don't do this to my son! He's a baby! He doesn't understand!
David: Marcie, he's going to leave you someday. It's called growing up.
Marcie: David, he's not even 2 years old. He needs me, David! He needs me! And I need him! Look, I know -- I know that somebody hurt you, okay? I know, and then you've -- and you've never gotten over it, and that's why you say all these stupid jokes and you pretend like you don't care, but I know that you do. I know you do, because I know deep down in that body of yours, there is a soul underneath all that noise. So please, David -- please, for once in your life, will you do the right thing, and will you just let me keep my son? Just let me walk out of here with my son! Oh, God, David! Please, David, I'm begging you! Please! Please.
David: Look, Marcie, you've got to get it together, okay? You're upsetting the kid and -- he's a kid that doesn't legally belong to you.
Marcie: Yes, he does! He's mine.
Marcie: Come here.
David: Look, I want you to know something. I -- I'm not heartless, not completely. I tell you what -- I won't call the police.
Marcie: You're not?
David: No. I -- I -- I wonít. I -- I can see that whatever you're going through appears to be genuine, so I won't turn you in.
Marcie: Oh, my God -- thank God! Oh, David, thank God! I appreciate -- you don't know how much I appreciate this -- thank you!
David: Oh, I --
Marcie: Thank you!
David: I do -- I do, actually.
Marcie: Look, I -- I promise you, I promise, okay, you're not going to regret this. You're not.
David: Okay. As long as you can find a way to match the million-dollar reward, we're shipshape.
Starr: What'll happen when they find Mrs. McBain?
Michael: Tommy will go home with you. He's going to need you, Starr. You're the only one he'll know. And Marcie will go to jail.
Starr: When my dad finally calms down, he's going to realize that Tommy is who he is because of you and Mrs. McBain.
Michael: Let me ask you a question -- you know your father better than anyone. If he and your mom adopted Tommy and I found out I was the birth father and I wanted him back, would he have done anything differently than I did, or Marcie?
John: We can use this and we need to pry open the doors. Come on, give me a hand.
Ramsey: If Ryerson gets to his crew, we're dead.
John: Who cares?
Bo: And if John McBain calls in, let me know. How long are we supposed to stand here while Banks and his friend talk?
Clint: I don't know. For somebody he claims not to know, they have a lot to say to each other.
Bo: You think they could be in this together?
Natalie: In on what? Jared insists that he's not Grandpa's son. In fact, he says he doesn't want to be Grandpa's son!
Clint: Nigel? I need to ask you something.
Nigel: Anything, Sir.
Clint: Did Asa ever at any time tell you that Jared Banks was his son?
Nigel: Sir, on my life, he did not.
Jared: What is it you want, huh? What do you want, a hug? You want to go have a catch?
Charlie: No, but I -- I thought that maybe we could work on being -- I don't know -- friends.
Jared: Why, so you can feel better about yourself, huh? Not my job.
Charlie: Well, I guess I was thinking that maybe we still had something that we could give to each other.
Jared: Look, I don't -- I don't want anything from you. Do you hear me? Everything I need is in that house and by showing up here, you -- you're going to screw it up like you've screwed everything else up in my life.
Charlie: But I don't mean to do that.
Jared: You've said your piece, okay? You got your answer, so let's just say goodbye and be done with it.
Charlie: Wait. Wait a minute. The -- the people in this house, these Buchanans -- who are they to you?
Jared: You know, when I -- when I was a kid and I used to wake up in the middle of the night because Mom was crying and -- and begging you to stop drinking, I used to pretend that you stole me from my real father. And -- and the dad I made up was strong, and he'd do anything for his son. But then when you -- when you crawled out of our lives and back into the bottle, I started making that fantasy come true. And I've spent a long time setting it up, and if you wreck it for me --
Charlie: No, I don't want to wreck anything for you --
Jared: Then go away and forget you found me.
Charlie: What do you -- "forget"? How can I do that, Jared? I'm your dad!
Jared: Not in any way that matters to me, okay? So -- the only father that I need is dead, Dad.
Bo: This is ridiculous.
Clint: I know. How long are we supposed to wait?
Natalie: However long it takes. Something like what Nigel dumped on Jared and then say, "You know what? I don't have time for you. I'll pencil you in on Thursday when I do have time."
Matthew: Hey, what's up, guys?
Bo: Hey, bud. You finish your homework?
Matthew: Yeah. I'm just trying to find Jared to see if he wants to play some video games, but I can't find him. Have any of you seen him?
Matthew: All right, what's going on? Spill it.
Bo: Ahem. Let's take it inside, okay? You remember when you went down to Texas and -- to read Grandpa's will?
Bo: You know -- okay. Well, there was a letter that Grandpa left for Nigel. In this letter, Grandpa said that he had another son, and also in the letter, he gave the name of the person and he left it up to Nigel to decide when to tell us about it.
Matthew: So this means I have another uncle?
Natalie: Hmm, it looks that way. Me, too.
Clint: Nigel read us this letter today so, Matthew, we know who it is.
Matthew: You're kidding me -- who?
Bo: Well, actually, it's somebody you know -- Jared Banks.
Natalie: Maybe it's Jared -- maybe.
Bo: Well, Pa's letter says it's him.
Matthew: Is that why he came here in the first place? I mean, did he know he was Grandpa's son?
Clint: Apparently, Jared was as surprised as everybody else.
Bo: We're going to do some tests and then we're going to find out the truth.
Matthew: So you think Grandpa was lying in his letter?
Natalie: Well, maybe Grandpa made a mistake. But until we know for sure, I think that you should do what I'm doing.
Clint: And what is that? What are you going to do?
Natalie: Refuse to believe that Jared's my uncle.
Charlie: You -- you're angry and you want to hurt me and that's okay.
Jared: No, I just want you to get out of here.
Charlie: What, so you can get whatever it is you're after out of these people, these Buchanans?
Jared: Excuse me? Yo-- you've been a sober a few months and you're going to judge me?
Charlie: No, I am not judging you, son.
Jared: You call me that again and I swear to God --
Charlie: But that's what you are to me! Even though I know I've lost my right to expect anything from you --
Jared: That's right.
Charlie: Okay, but, look, please, please just -- anything! I'll do anything just to be your dad again. You don't have to talk about it now. We can wait till tomorrow, next week, after you've had a chance to think about it.
Jared: I don't need to think about it.
Charlie: What, so that's it?
Jared: Yeah. After what you did to Mother and me, can you blame me?
Charlie: You know, I've spent the last 10 months thinking about all the people I've hurt because of this disease I have.
Jared: Oh, that's what they're calling it now -- "a disease"? Okay.
Charlie: Yes. And I would not be able to live with myself if I hadn't come here to tell you how sorry I am.
Jared: Well, good. You've done that.
Charlie: Forgiveness is a tough job. I know because I've had to forgive myself.
Charlie: Whatever you've got going with these people here, I hope you're doing it for the right reason. And I hope it makes you happy, because that is all I have ever wanted for you. Goodbye, son.
John: Marty? Marty, hey. Hey. Come on. Talk to me.
John: Yeah. Yeah.
Marcie: David? Look, I don't have a million dollars.
David: Well, then you better put on your thinking cap, Teach, because you owe me.
Marcie: I owe you?
David: Look, I -- I meant what I said, okay? I -- I'm not heartless. I'm not going to turn you in, but this little guy doesn't really belong to you and you can't expect me to just give up a million dollars, so I tell you what. The million dollars doesn't have to come from Todd -- it can come from any source you like. But if I don't get it, that little monkey's going back to his natural dad.
Marcie: David, look, I don't -- I don't even have enough money to pay for this hotel room one more night, okay? I have five diapers left, David! How -- where the hell am I supposed to get a million dollars?
David: So you're a quitter? You're not even going to try?
Marcie: What do you want me to do? David, do you want me to rob a bank? I can't afford the sitter!
David: Well, guess I'll be calling Todd.
Marcie: No, no I'll find the money.
David: All right. But I want you to put the kid down, okay? I don't want you zooming down the road like Thelma and Tommy. He stays with me.
Marcie: No, no, no, no, no. He is -- he is upset enough as it is. I'm not leaving him with someone who can't even take care of himself.
David: Fine. Hold on to him while I call Todd and John and Michael.
Marcie: Sweetheart, listen to me. Okay, Mommy -- Mommy's going to be right back, okay? And I -- I just need you to wait with -- with this. He promises to behave. You hurt him and I swear, David -- here, come on, baby. Here you go. Hold him tight. He better be in one piece when I get back.
David: Think there's a minibar in here? Please don't look at me like that. I had no choice. Stop it.
Jared: Hi. Sorry about that -- ahem. Talk about timing.
Natalie: So, who was he and how does he know you?
Starr: Well, the bartender's being great. He put the posters on both of the bulletin boards and he even offered to put one of them in the window.
Michael: Good. I hope it works.
Starr: Thanks. Um -- and about our -- our talk --
Michael: It'll be our secret.
Starr: Yeah, that's good -- huh. You know, people, they -- they kind of assume that we're enemies.
Michael: I'm not your enemy, Starr.
Starr: I know.
Starr: Dr. McBain? Could you try not to hate my dad so much?
Michael: If you try to remember how much you love Marcie.
Michael: "Unknown caller." Marcie?
David: You're probably wondering why I didn't tell your mother that Viki Buchananís staying right next door. Viki might have come up with the million dollars. But then again, she might have told her brother-in-law -- ex-brother-in-law Bo Buchanan, the police commissioner -- that I had done wrong and he'd send me back to Statesville. Our Viki's a loose cannon with work ethics -- all kinds of ethics. It's a bad combination. You know what? I'm doing this for you so you can stay with your mother. There's something I want you to know, Tommy -- everlasting happiness does not come from our friends and family, because they can betray us, and if they don't, they abandon us when they die. Everlasting happiness comes from money, because money is forever.
Bartender: So what can I get you?
John: You think maybe you can move, huh?
Marty: I don't know. I'm -- I'm not sure.
John: All right, listen to me. Listen to me. I'm going to try and move this box, okay? And when I do that, you try to pull your legs free, okay? Okay.
John: What? What is it? Okay, okay.
Marty: My leg. I think -- I think I broke it. Look, I can't -- all right, just get Cole out first, okay? Okay -- honey? Honey, John's here.
John: Listen to me -- I got to get you out of here.
Marty: Cole? Cole? John?
John: Hey, it's okay.
Marty: John, where is he?
John: It's okay, we'll --
Marty: No, where --
John: We'll find him! We're going to find him.
>> On the next "One Life to Live" --
Bo: Who was he? Does he have something on you?
Bartender: You're sitting here with no drink, so what can I get you?
Viki: David? What are you doing here?
John: I'm going to look around, then I'm coming back for you.
Marty: Don't come back without my son.
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