All My Children Transcript Tuesday 1/27/09

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Episode #10047

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Ryan: Thank you for coming on short notice.

Dr. Sinclair: Thank you.

Greenlee: Mm-hmm.

Ryan: Well, I guess I attacked you out of my own guilt.

Dr. Sinclair: Hmm, well, guilt can be quite crippling in situations such as these.

Greenlee: It was unfair to question you.

Ryan: Or your methods.

Dr. Sinclair: Well, the important thing is that you're both ready to work with me.

Ryan: Absolutely. Absolutely, and I'm sorry that it took me this long to see it. It just -- when Annie went through that, it really changed my life, and I did not know how to deal with it.

Dr. Sinclair: Mr. Lavery, in no way did you contribute to Annie's behavior.

Ryan: Do you still think that she's faking insanity?

Dr. Sinclair: Absolutely. Annie is pretending in order to avoid prison time. It's very common amongst criminals, but I have altered my treatment plan. In fact, I'm expecting a breakthrough very soon.

Annie: Psst, Mr. Stone, are you there? You've been gone all night. Are you ok? Mr. Stone, if you're there, please answer me, please.

J.R.: Hope you like the flowers, Babe. They're purple hyacinth. The color stood out to me. Kind of like you did. That's not the only reason I got them. The florist told me that they meant "I'm sorry, please forgive me." I really screwed up this time, Babe. I started drinking again. And it's so hard to stop when you have nothing to live for. I know if you were here right now, you would say, "Well, what about Little Adam?" I screwed that up, too. I scared our son. He doesn't deserve a father like that. No kid does. Oh, God, Babe. I don't know how I'm going to tell you this. There's no amount of flowers that can make up for what I've done. Amanda's pregnant with my baby.

Erica: Bianca, I need you to call all the media outlets and tell them that our new ad campaign for Valentine's Day will be on their desks by 5:00 p.m. today. Reese, would you mind taking a look at my blueprints? I'm thinking of expanding my walk-in for more storage.

Reese: Oh, sure, I'll see what I can do.

Bianca: Mom, Mom, why don't you just use what you've got?

Pete: That's what my mom always told me.

Erica: That's exactly what I am doing, honey. I'm using my walk-in for more storage, and we have Reese here. Why not take advantage of her. Randy, I'm going to --

Bianca: Oh, my gosh. Are -- they're here.

Man: I have a delivery for a Bianca Montgomery and Reese Williams.

Bianca: Yes, I'll sign.

Reese: I'll take those.

Bianca: Oh, my goodness.

Reese: Thank you, thank you.

Bianca: Thank you.

Erica: Are those --

Bianca: Ah, yes, they are. They're our wedding dresses.

Erica: Oh.

Bianca: Oh, my gosh. This is perfect. We can try them on here, and then we can see what everybody thinks.

Reese: Perfect.

Amanda: Just when I thought my day couldn't get any worse. I'm reminded of how painfully single I am.

Bianca: I can't wait to see what mine looks like.

Reese: I know.

Amanda: You haven't seen your dresses before?

Bianca: No.

Reese: Uh-uh, but we both love the designer, Nicky Zia?

Bianca: Yeah, and we told her what we wanted. I can't wait to see yours, too.

Reese: I know.

Bianca: Let's do it.

Erica: Hold on. If you try those dresses on, the wedding is off.

Zach: I know you've been in to see Kendall. She looks better, right?

Frankie: Ah, let's see, your eyes are not playing tricks on you. Her color's looking good. Her capillary refill is --

David: Excuse me, Dr. Hubbard, I don't appreciate you getting involved in my cases.

Frankie: The man was asking about his wife's condition. What would you have me do?

David: Well, next time, you come and find me. Right now, your job is over there, organizing your charts.

Frankie: Zach --

Zach: Was that necessary?

David: My staff needs to respect the proper protocol, Zach.

Zach: I need to find out about my wife.

David: Well, unlike Dr. Hubbard, I don't want to give you any false hope.

Zach: I'll take whatever you got.

David: It's too soon right now to make any guarantees.

Zach: All right, but she looks better, right? I mean, her color is better. It looks -- it looks like she's coming back to us.

David: I'm simply trying to caution you. I have seen patients get stronger than Kendall and not make it. Now if you want to be realistic, we should --

Zach: Yeah, I'll tell you what's real, David -- I almost lost my wife. She fought her way back. I'm not losing her now. When you got some good news, call me.

Annie: Are you going to take Mr. Stone's tray, too? I was told that he was transferred up here.

Orderly: Don't worry about him. We want you to focus on getting better.

Annie: Yeah, but he used to visit me in my other room. Would it be ok if he visited me here?

Orderly: Mr. Stone won't be visiting anyone in the near future.

Annie: What do you mean?

Orderly: I'll send something else to eat.

Annie: No, I -- if you could just tell me where my friend is. Please, I just need my friend. Wait, no -- no, wait! Come on, please! What did you do to him? What did you do to my friend?

Ryan: What changes are you planning to make to Annie's treatment plan?

Dr. Sinclair: Oh, well, the specifics aren't important. What's vital is getting to the truth behind Annie's behavior.

Ryan: Ok, what was it that made you believe that Annie was faking?

Dr. Sinclair: Well, an accumulation of things. Prior to Oak Haven, Annie's behavior became very large and theatrical, as if she was trying to make a statement. And you're not there to monitor as well as we can. In house, we've witnessed her going in and out of these delusions at very convenient times.

Greenlee: But when she thought she was Emma, I -- I swear she believed it.

Dr. Sinclair: Ah, yet another showy, crazy act. But when she escaped, she knew exactly where to find you. She knew who you were, and her mind was sharp and focused. Please, you've got to trust me. I've dealt with numerous cases such as this one.

Greenlee: Well, if your treatment plan works, what's next?

Dr. Sinclair: Annie will be fit to stand trial -- convicted and sent to prison where she can't harm anyone else. That is what you want, isn't it?

Greenlee: Of course.

Ryan: Yeah, we -- we just want to put all this behind us.

Dr. Sinclair: Ok, well, listen, I'm going to be late for my next session.

Ryan: Ok, well, thanks again for coming, and, honestly, we will cooperate from this point forward.

Dr. Sinclair: Great.

Ryan: Ok.

Dr. Sinclair: What's important is that we're all on the same page.

Ryan: Yes. Yes, yes, yes.

Dr. Sinclair: Thank you.

Ryan: Thank you. See you soon.

Dr. Sinclair: Bye-bye.

Ryan: Bye.

Greenlee: She's gone.

Ryan: So, what did you think?

Tad: She's got an agenda, and Annie is definitely her target.

Ryan: So, you agree that Dr. Sinclair is out for Annie's blood.

Tad: Definitely. She acts more like a -- a D.A. trying to nail a conviction rather than a psychiatrist trying to rehabilitate a patient.

Greenlee: What should we do?

Tad: You talk to Jesse yet?

Ryan: No, we haven't talked to Jesse. We need some evidence that she's acting unethically, that she's breaking patient care laws.

Tad: Well, I'll definitely do whatever I can do to help.

Ryan: Thank you, Tad. I appreciate it. I know Annie hasn't made anyone's life very easy.

Greenlee: Well, I got to get to work before Erica sends the bloodhounds to find me. See you.

Tad: See you later, hon.

Greenlee: Good luck.

Ryan: Ok. Have a good day.

Ryan: What are you looking for?

Tad: Medical databases. Let's see what we can dig up on the esteemed Dr. Riley Sinclair.

Annie: I need you to come back, Mr. Stone. Are you there? I can't do this without you.

David: Hi. Are you new here?

Brot: Brot Monroe.

David: Right. David Hayward, chief of --

David and Brot: Staff.

Brot: I already know, and I wanted to take this opportunity to say thank you.

David: Sure.

Brot: It happened in Iraq. The unit I was with got ambushed and, out of nowhere, an RPG slammed into a parked car we were using for cover. Next thing I know, there was a medic that was trying to keep me from burning alive.

David: So, how many operations have you had?

Brot: 32. It took multiple, from skin grafts to plastic surgery, just to get me to where I am today. You know, sometimes it's still hard for me to look in the mirror.

David: Well, you're a very brave man, Brot. But don't expect any special treatment. I'm demanding of everyone on my staff, no questions asked.

Brot: You know, I wouldn't want it any other way.

David: Good. You'll fit in nicely. Welcome.

Brot: Thank you.

Frankie: Brot, what's up?

Brot: Right, what's up, man?

Frankie: I see you were talking to Hayward. Listen, take my advice -- don't ever trust him.

J.R.: You're probably wondering what Amanda's going to do about the baby. Well, she's going to have it, but what she does after that, I don't know. It's going to take everything for me to stay away from that baby. I want to raise it. I want to be a sober father. I just don't think I'm going to be able to make it back there. Can you help me, Babe? Can you help me be that strong J.R.? Your J.R.?

Bianca: That's it? That's really the reason that you were threatening to stop the wedding?

Erica: Honey, you cannot try the dresses on in front of each other. It's bad luck. You don't know this?

Amanda: Oh, this place is cursed anyway.

Bianca: Mom, we don't believe in superstition, do we?

Reese: Well, um -- I -- you know the tailor's coming, so we've got to try them on somewhere.

Erica: Ok. We can go to Zach's place. You can try them on there, and then we'll just keep you separated while the alterations are done. And after that, we can just continue with the wedding plans -- the wedding shower.

Reese: Oh, ok, great, and we should probably call Greenlee.

Erica: Why call Greenlee? I mean, isn't it enough that Greenlee is hoarding all the attention on your wedding day? Does she always have to be front and center?

Greenlee: No, Erica, that's your job. It's comforting to know that you're consistently blunt.

Bianca: Greenlee, this bridal shower is just as much for you as it is for us.

Reese: Yes, everyone deserves to celebrate.

Erica: Yes, but I'm sure that Greenlee's friends will throw her a bridal shower.

Greenlee: I thought you were a friend, Erica?

[Amanda coughs]

Amanda: Sorry, dry throat.

Bianca: Greenlee is part of the bridal shower, Mom. That's final.

Greenlee: Don't bother giving me a gift. You've done enough.

Erica: What about that set of knives you've been wanting for so long?

[Greenlee chuckles]

Greenlee: I do have the perfect place to put them. Don't tempt me.

Pete: If she's about to get all psycho, I'm out of here.

Amanda: Too late.

Reese: Erica, is there anything that we can help you with?

Erica: No, I think I've done enough. I think Greenlee can do everything here from now on, and I am going to take you two back to Zach's for that fitting.

Greenlee: Go ahead, I have everything under control.

Erica: Ok. Well, our new ad campaign for Valentine's Day must be sent out today before 5:00 p.m. And here's a list of everything else that needs to be done before the end of the day, and nobody should leave until it's finished.

Greenlee: "Pick up dry-cleaning. Organize 2008 invoices, sort shoes by color"? You have shoes here?

Erica: Of course, I have shoes here. I like to be prepared for anything.

Bianca: Ok, I think that is our cue to go.

Erica: Ok.

Greenlee: Trash it.

Amanda: Shred it.

Randi: You do it. You're the intern.

Pete: No way. I've got enough bad karma.

Greenlee: Now that the wicked witch of Pine Valley is gone, let's have a little fun around here. Who's hungry?

Randi: Hey. I could order some takeout.

Pete: Yeah, we could get Chinese, next door. We'll pick it up.

Greenlee: Perfect. Are you ok?

Amanda: As long as I don't have to organize Erica's shoes.

Greenlee: God, no. I need your help. I was looking over this new ad campaign I came up with for Valentine's Day. I've been working on it at home.

Amanda: Erica already did a mockup.

Greenlee: Yeah. Again, trash it.

Amanda: "A little Charm goes a long way. Happy Valentine's Day." I love it.

Greenlee: Great. Scan and e-mail it to all the department heads.

Amanda: Ok. So, are you getting nervous about the wedding?

Greenlee: Uh, the only thing that makes me nervous is having Erica involved. I keep trying to avoid disaster, but I'm not sure that's possible with her there.

Amanda: Well, nothing can come between you and Ryan. You have that can't-eat, can't-sleep, all-consuming kind of love.

Greenlee: Hey, you forgot inconvenient.

Amanda: Well, you guys are going to have an amazing life together. Don't let Erica bring you down.

Greenlee: Thanks for the pep talk. Hit me with it again at the shower.

Amanda: So, are you guys ready to start a family?

Greenlee: We haven't really talked about it. What's with all the questions?

Amanda: But, I mean, you want kids, right? I mean, I know you can't carry your own, but you -- oh. Oh.

Greenlee: Are you sure you're ok?

Amanda: Yeah, no, I -- I just have a bug or something.

Greenlee: You know, maybe you should go home and get some rest.

Amanda: Really? I thought you needed my help here.

Greenlee: I can handle it.

Amanda: Oh, thank you.

Pete: Randi wants to know if you want moo shu pork or beef and broccoli.

Amanda: Uh, neither. Oh.

Pete: What's her deal?

Dr. Sinclair: Annie. How are you feeling today? Are you all right? I'd really like it if you would sit down and talk to me. Tell me, what's going on inside your head?

Aidan's voice: Everything that you remember, the things that are coming back to you, you can't talk about it.

Dr. Sinclair: Annie? Do you hear me? You all right? I really need you to focus.

Annie: I don't want to talk to you.

Dr. Sinclair: Why not? I -- I'm just here to help you.

Annie: You don't want to help me. You never wanted to help me.

Dr. Sinclair: I'm your doctor. What makes you think that I don't want to help you?

Annie: He told me.

Dr. Sinclair: Who told you? Who told you I don't want to help you, Annie? Answer me.

Annie: Where is he? What have you done with him? Tell me what you've done with him!

Ryan: You got anything?

Tad: Eh, nothing we can use. How about you?

Ryan: Yeah, yeah, I got lots about her impressive career. That's about it. Listen to this, "In 2001, Dr. Riley Sinclair was honored at the Federal Conference on Mental Illness as an exemplary psychiatrist. The award carries a special distinction because honorees are nominated by individuals and families who are affected by mental illness."

Tad: Hmm. Oh, yeah, well, it says here, she also won something called the Winter Fellowship. It's kind of impressive -- only five other people in the country, and they all had interests in Psychiatry and Law.

Ryan: I mean, she's a saint. We are not going to find anything on her.

Tad: Maybe not. There's something here. Give me a minute.

Ryan: What? What do you got, fraud? Identity theft, forgery? Because we're probably going to need all three of those to bring down --

Tad: No, just a two-year gap in an otherwise very notable career. Buckle up, Doc -- there's a chance you're going down.

Erica: Hi. Come on in. Thank you so much for coming.

Woman: Are the brides here?

Erica: They are. They are changing. We had to hang a sheet so they don't see each other when they're out here in their dresses.

Zach: What are you guys doing, building a fort?

Miranda: It's for Mommy and Reese.

Zach: Yeah?

Erica: It's bad luck if they see each other before the wedding.

Opal: That's right. You don't want to mess with tradition.

Bianca: Ok, I'm ready.

Reese: I'm ready, too.

Opal: All righty. Here we come.

Zach: You're about to see the most beautiful women in Pine Valley in their new dresses. Pay attention.

Erica: Keep your eyes closed.

Bianca: Mother, this is ridiculous.

Erica: Well, it's ok, it's just in case.

Bianca: Ok.

Erica: Watch out for the ottoman.

Bianca: Ok.

Erica: Ok, just a few more steps, and here you are. Ok.

Opal: All right, but be careful of these steps right here. All right, we're almost home free.

Zach: Those are the dresses? Or are they just robes? You see? I'm smart.

[Opal and Erica laugh]

Bianca: Ok, this is -- this is insane. I -- I don't see why we have to do this when we don't believe in superstition.

Erica: Ok, just step a little closer together. Keep your eyes closed. Close them.

Bianca: Ok, ok.

Erica: Ok, we just want to see how the dresses look together.

Bianca: Ok.

Reese: Ok, you know, mine -- mine isn't exactly how I wanted it to be.

Bianca: Oh, no -- mine either.

Opal: It's all right, it's all right. Ok, ladies, drop the robes.

Bianca: Is that a good speechless? Come on, guys, what do you think?

Zach: I think you look beautiful. Why?

Randi: Hey.

Frankie: Hey.

Randi: What are you doing here?

Frankie: I needed a break from the hospital.

Randi: Really? You never want to leave that place.

Frankie: Let me clarify. I needed a break from Hayward. That man -- he can drain the life out of an energy drink. Are you here much longer?

Randi: Yeah, well, we're kind of short-staffed today, and Greenlee and I were just finishing up Erica's scary stack of --

Greenlee: Junk. Already handled. Take the rest of the day off.

Randi: Really?

Greenlee: Of course. I support other couples in love. Nobody wants to be Erica -- loveless and made of stone.

[Frankie chuckles]

Frankie: Thank you. Appreciate it.

Randi: Cool. Let me go grab my things.

Frankie: Yeah.

Greenlee: What the heck. Why don't you take the day off, too. Go track down your girlfriend, Colby.

Pete: She's not my girlfriend. Never was and never will be.

Greenlee: You never know.

Pete: I do. I'm considering the priesthood.

J.R.: Hey. Is Amanda here?

Greenlee: Um, no, she left a little while ago. She was sick.

J.R.: Oh.

Greenlee: Wait a minute, wait a minute. Do you know if she's ok?

J.R.: She will be, just as soon as a find her.

David: Whoa, hey.

Amanda: Excuse me.

David: No -- I didn't expect to see you here. Are you feeling all right?

Amanda: I'm -- I'm fine.

David: Well, you don't look fine, and you didn't look good last night at ConFusion, so, did Jake upset you or is it something else?

Amanda: I swear to you I'm ok. I have to go.

[David chuckles]

Amanda: What are you doing?

David: I got to tell you, Amanda, you really do keep me on my toes. I saw you last night with J.R. on the yacht.

Amanda: You were spying on me? What are you, some kind of creepy stalker?

David: No, no, no. I stopped by to see if you were ok, and I saw J.R. and he looked like he was taking pretty good care of you.

Amanda: How long were you watching us?

David: Long enough. So what's going on? Why are you still hanging around him? I mean, the job is over, darling. J.R. looks like he's about to have a total meltdown.

Amanda: Shut up. I'm sorry that I ever got involved in your stupid plan.

Tad: About five years back she quit the hospital where she was on staff. Didn't go back to work for two years. Hmm. It's a start.

Ryan: Well, she could have gone on sabbatical to write a book or have a baby or deal with family issues or something.

Tad: No, I don't think so. I mean, it says here that she's the only child of parents who are dead, she was never married, she has no kids.

Ryan: Ok, then maybe she took time off to teach.

Tad: Well, it's not listed. And there's no publications since then.

Ryan: Ok, so you're telling me that she took two years off and nobody has any idea what she did?

Tad: Yeah. Don't you find that odd? Two years is a long time when you're living on the fast track, trying to collect all those awards.

Ryan: Yeah, I find it odd, but we need more.

Tad: Well, check this out. When she did go back to work, she did it at another hospital in a different state.

Ryan: All right, let's go with that.

Dr. Sinclair: Which man are you talking about? Is it someone who visits you? Is it a patient?

Annie: Ryan. I meant that I want to know where Ryan is.

Dr. Sinclair: Ryan is fine. In fact, I just met with him a while ago. He said he's very happy that I'm working with you to try and make you better. He really feels that I can help you. That is, if you work with me.

Annie: Ok.

Dr. Sinclair: Great, ok. Well, I'd really like it if you would sit down and -- let's play a little game.

Annie: What kind of game?

Dr. Sinclair: It's called "word association." I say something, and you tell me the first thing that comes to mind. Don't even think about your answer.

Annie: Ok.

Dr. Sinclair: Ok. Highway.

Annie: Car.

Dr. Sinclair: Accident.

Annie: Hurt.

Dr. Sinclair: Tire iron.

Annie: Flat tire.

Dr. Sinclair: Family.

Annie: Home.

Dr. Sinclair: Brother.

Annie: Sister.

Dr. Sinclair: Stone. I'll repeat the word again. Stone.

Annie: Solid.

Dr. Sinclair: You're holding back on me, Annie.

Annie: No, I'm not. I swear.

Dr. Sinclair: I can't help you unless you're open and honest with me.

Annie: Ok. You're right. I -- I haven't been honest about something.

Dr. Sinclair: Ok. Look, you can tell me whatever's on your mind. I swear it won't leave this room.

Annie: We're not alone.

Dr. Sinclair: Who's with us?

Annie: Zippy and Dusty.

Dr. Sinclair: Who are they?

Annie: Flying monkeys. Look out! Oh! Oh! That one almost took your head off. Oh, no, there are more coming! There are more coming!

Dr. Sinclair: Stay with me, Annie.

Annie: We have to hide, Dr. Sinclair. We have to hide. You have to hide. Hurry!

Dr. Sinclair: All right, we'll talk some more when the flying monkeys aren't bothering you.

Ryan: So how are we going to look into those missing years?

Tad: We got the doctor's phone number?

Ryan: Yeah. What are you going to do, call her and ask her?

Tad: Why not? Just give me the phone number. I got an idea.

Ryan: It's 555-0183.

[Phone rings]

Dr. Sinclair: Hello?

Tad: I'm calling for a Dr. Riley Sinclair.

Dr. Sinclair: Speaking.

Tad: Hi, Doctor, my name is Ben Pearson. I write for "Forensic Watch" magazine. We're doing a series of articles called "Cracking the Criminal Mind," and we're rather impressed with your accomplishments. We'd like to profile you, if you're amenable.

Dr. Sinclair: What would I have to do?

Tad: Not much. Just agree to an interview and a visit to your place of work. If you're willing to meet for a drink, I can lay it out for you. How do you feel about ConFusion in, uh -- half an hour?

Dr. Sinclair: I can be there in 20 minutes. My sessions are actually done for the day.

Tad: That would be terrific. I'm looking forward to meeting you. Bye.

Ryan: Still got it.

Tad: You haven't seen anything yet.

Amanda: You scared me. What are you doing?

David: Why didn't you tell me you were sick?

Amanda: Why didn't you tell me you're a stalker?

David: Why can't you answer the question?

Amanda: Why can't you leave me alone?

David: Amanda, come on. I'm a doctor, I can help.

Amanda: You know what? I already made that mistake once. I'm good.

Brot: Hey, miss, you left this at the pharmacy.

Amanda: Thanks.

David: That was a nice thing you did.

Brot: Nah, it was no big deal.

David: Did you happen to notice what was in the bag?

Brot: No, I didn't look.

David: No? What about on the front? Was a prescription label listed? I'm her doctor. I didn't prescribe any medication for her, so if she's using this hospital to get a fix, I kind of need to know.

Brot: Nah, it was just some sort of vitamin. I got a lot of work to get done. Remember, no special treatment, right?

David: Yeah, that's right. That's right. Thanks for reminding me.

Bianca: Hey, sweetie.

Miranda: Mommy's pretty.

Bianca: Oh-ho! Well, I'm not as pretty as you. You know, I guess clearly, trying to save time by giving the designer carte blanche was a mistake. Oh, wait. There's this, too.

Opal: Oh, honey, no, not at all. You look like an angel from heaven.

Reese: No, you know what? Mine is the mistake.

Erica: No, really, you both look stunning. It's -- it's just that I think both the dresses could use a little --

Opal: Adjustment.

Reese: What -- what kind of adjustments?

Zach: I like them.

Opal: You are not helping. Myrt, we need you.

Deborah: Can I suggest we lose the bow?

Opal: Well, I'm partial to bows, but I guess it could go. Maybe hike up binky's hem a few inches.

Erica: Oh, at least, yes. And, honey, lose the shawl.

Opal: Yeah. How about some color? You know, we could give them each a sash that coordinates with the tone of the bridesmaid. That's very popular these days.

Erica: Reese, tell me that you're not really attached to that -- that jewel thingy.

Reese: This? No, I mean, it's not --

Opal: I guess it could go. What about straps for her?

Erica: Oh, I like that idea. I really like that idea. Deborah, you think you could work your magic?

Deborah: Not a problem.

Erica: Oh, good. Ok. Zach, what do you think about the straps?

Zach: Oh, yeah, now that's -- you lost me. I'm not sure what you're asking me.

[Laughter]

Reese: I've been lost a long time now, since we have a new dress going.

Bianca: Well, I think it's -- it's obvious. You guys hate them.

Opal: Oh, no. No, not at all, honey.

Erica: No, we just -- we want to be sure that they both look beautiful together.

Opal: That's the thing.

Zach: See, Miranda, that's what you have to look forward to when you get married.

Miranda: I can make a beautiful wedding dress out of this.

Bianca: Oh!

Opal: Oh, Miranda, no!

Erica: Oh -- oh -- oh, honey.

Bianca: I think you look great.

Reese: Hey, so do you.

Annie: Mr. Stone, Dr. Sinclair is trying to play trick games with me. She's trying to get me to say things I don't want to say, just like you said that she would. What if she comes back? I need your help. My God, what have they done to you?

Tad: Do you mind if I record the interview?

Dr. Sinclair: No, go right ahead.

Tad: So, um, I got to admit, I became a bit of a fan when I was researching your background -- Forensic Psychiatry. Especially the Donaldson vs. Harold case. That was something else.

Dr. Sinclair: Yeah. The patient was faking mental illness to avoid punishment for murdering --

Both: His entire family.

Tad: And he would have gotten away with it. There never would have been a conviction if it weren't for you. And that's just the tip of the iceberg. Your -- your track record of putting these people away -- it's impeccable.

[Dr. Sinclair chuckles]

Dr. Sinclair: That's my job.

Tad: Yeah. Easy to say. I mean, let's face it, Doc, murderers -- they -- they've got a lot to lose. It's got to be tough to break in through and, you know, rifle through that kind of mind. No matter the level of premeditation, it's still aberrant behavior. It's got to be daunting to live with that kind of mental instability.

Dr. Sinclair: Well -- look, I break it down to its simplest form. A criminal is a human being, and as long as you don't lose sight of that, it's easier to get into their mind and even empathize with them.

Tad: You put them away. You're -- you're telling me that you -- you empathize with a killer?

Dr. Sinclair: It's amazing what you can feel for someone when you listen to their story, when you know where they're coming from. You can even put judgment aside.

Tad: Come on. There aren't too many people around who can compartmentalize those kinds of thoughts.

Dr. Sinclair: That's why I chose this profession. Because right or wrong, a patient needs to be heard. They need to be nurtured. And a patient-therapist bond can be extremely strong. As strong as love.

Greenlee: How's Tad? Did you guys come up with a plan?

Ryan: Well, we found a two-year gap in the doctor's career, and he is posing as a reporter to dig a little deeper.

[Doorbell rings]

Amanda: Oh, good, you're home. Can I come in?

Ryan: Yes, of course. Come in.

Greenlee: Are you still sick?

Amanda: Kind of. My life's been turned upside down these last couple weeks.

Ryan: What's wrong?

Amanda: I'm pregnant, and I want you to raise my baby.

David: Whoa, slow down, Junior. Didn't anyone ever teach you not to run in a hospital? Look, I know why you're here. I can answer your questions.

J.R.: I don't have time for your games.

David: Fine. Oh, in case you're wondering, Amanda's not here.

J.R.: Where is she? Is she ok?

David: Yeah, no, she's fine. But it's nice to see how much you care. You got here a lot faster than I thought you would.

J.R.: You set me up?

David: No. No, not at all. The nurse wasn't lying when she said Amanda was here. She left a while ago.

J.R.: Bastard.

David: You know, you might want to save that name for your child. I know Amanda's pregnant with your baby.

Erica: Thank you so much for coming by today. You were such a help.

Opal: Oh, well, we did what we could, I guess. But if I get any further visions, I'll be sure to give you a call.

Erica: Great, ok.

Opal: See you later, honey.

Erica: Bye. Stay warm.

Opal: Thanks. Bye.

Erica: Bye.

[Reese chuckles]

Reese: You know, this is all wrong.

Bianca: I know, I know. I mean, it's not exactly what I imagined, either.

Reese: No. No, no, no, no. I mean, seeing each other. Your mother was right.

Erica: I was trying to tell you.

Bianca: Come on, you don't really believe in that old wives' tale, do you? Ok, ok, ok. Well, then, we'll just -- we'll get new dresses. No big deal.

Reese: Yeah?

Bianca: Yeah.

Reese: You know, for what it's worth, you look amazing.

Bianca: Mmm. So do you. All right, why don't we get out of these things?

Reese: Ok. Oh.

Erica: Yeah.

Erica: You know, honey, I -- I didn't want to say this in front of Reese, but the truth is I'm really glad that Miranda tore down the sheet.

[Bianca laughs]

Bianca: Really?

Erica: Because this way you can just focus on brand-new gowns.

Bianca: Sure.

Erica: And I so wish that Kendall was here. She would just love to be part of everything.

Bianca: Well, Mom, you may get your wish very soon.

Erica: Oh, I -- I hope you're right.

Reese: Ah -- oh.

Zach: Yeah.

Reese: Yeah.

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