All My Children Transcript Wednesday 6/30/10

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Episode #10406

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Caleb: This is a joke, right? Right? A joke.

Jack: Erica, are you -- are you all right?

Caleb: Are you setting me up here, Dorothy? Is this a setup?

Jack: Who the hell is Dorothy?

Caleb: This is Dorothy right here. You talk -- what, the cat got your tongue? Huh? It's the first time I've ever known you to be at a loss for words.

Jack: You know this man?

Caleb: Huh!

Erica: Yes, from West Virginia. He's the one who -- who saved me.

Caleb: Well, oh, she knows me. She destroyed my home, had a lawyer write me a letter absolving her from any responsibility.

Jack: You saved Erica's life. I -- I can't tell you how grateful I am. Thank you. Thank you very much. Please, have a seat.

Caleb: I'll just take my check and be on my way.

Jack: Well, actually, um, I'm afraid it's a little more complicated than that.

Opal: [Whispering] Oh, my Lord. He reminds me of Palmer. Now I get it.

Krystal: [Whispering] Get what?

Opal: What Palmer meant in my dream. He said he was coming back.

J.R.: You stick with me, Henry, we'll take this company to the top. Right. Right. Yeah, I -- ahem. No, I'm listening. No, my focus is back in the Chandler driver seat 100%. I appreciate your loyalty. Three down, seven more to go.

Marissa: Wow. Shouldn't you slow down a little bit?

J.R.: My Uncle Palmer wouldn't want me to slow down. He gave me my mom's old shares for a reason. People need to know that I'm equal partners at Chandler. I need all those board members to stand behind me.

Marissa: It's been a really intense day. I thought maybe we could take A.J. down to the marina and get some ice cream.

J.R.: Oh. Well, I'd love to, but --

Marissa: You can't?

J.R.: Oh, come on, Marissa, this is for us. I'm doing this for us. It's important.

Marissa: Yeah, right.

J.R.: Tomorrow!

[Footsteps approaching]

Annie: Are you going to attack me again?

Marissa: Not unless you ask for it.

Annie: I just spoke the truth. I'm sorry it was so hard to hear.

Marissa: You need to stay out of where you don't belong.

Annie: Wow. You are more insecure than I thought. First, you attack me outside a family ceremony --

Marissa: Huh!

J.R.: That's what happened today? You two got in a fight? About what?

David: You know the deal, Agent Bennett. There's no way I would have confessed to framing Erica without your personal guarantee that I would get off, so you make sure those charges against me are minimal. And no jail time. And don't call my home, all right? I don't want my wife to find out about our arrangement. Once the case is closed, I'll wire the rest of your money. So, um, my sentencing should be in, like, what? A week or two? Ok. Thank you.

Greenlee: You could be sent to prison in a week?

David: Well, that was my lawyer. He's working really hard to try and get the charges against me reduced.

Greenlee: Then if there's the attempted murder charge on top of that? I mean, everyone still thinks that we tampered with Erica's plane.

David: It doesn't matter what they think. There's no way they're going to connect me to that plane crash. And the only possible link is the mechanic, and I paid him very well to disappear.

Greenlee: What else can we do?

David: All we have to do is not to worry. I've taken care of everything. You're safe. And so is your company.

Greenlee: What about my husband?

David: Your husband is doing just fine. Trust me. And trust that I will protect you, no matter what.

Greenlee: Thank you, David. Thank you.

Erica: You're really Palmer's nephew?

Caleb: Maybe you should check with your lawyers before speaking to me. Now, what is so difficult? Why don't you just tell me why my uncle wanted me here, so I can hit the road?

Jack: Well, your timing's very good. We were just getting to the portion of the will where he talked about you, so, um -- well, he wanted -- let me just read what he had to say. "I leave full ownership of Cortlandt Electronics to the one remaining member of my family whom I trust completely. My nephew, Caleb Cooney. Caleb will remain in Pine Valley for at least one year and run the company side-by-side with Erica."

Caleb: Ha, I don't think so.

Erica: Oh, no way in hell!

J.R.: So what kind of fight are we talking about? Scratching? Hair pulling? What?

Annie: It was nothing. It was about nothing. Nothing, nothing, nothing. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to get to the hospital.  [Sighs] I'm presenting a check in Palmer's honor. Scott thought it would be a nice idea.

Marissa: That's you, always so giving.

Annie: Well, giving is better than taking, isn't it?

[Door closes]

J.R.: So what were you two fighting about, anyway?

Marissa: You know what? Just don't worry about it, J.R. Just go back to your business calls, ok?

J.R.: Don't let her get to you.

Marissa: Yeah.

[Telephone rings]

Krystal: Hello?

Marissa: Hey, it's Marissa. I need to see you.

Krystal: I'm still at Palmer's will reading. Is it important?

Marissa: You know what? Just forget it, ok?

Krystal: No. No, no, no, wait. Um, I'll meet you at my place, ok? I'm on my way.

Tad: Hey. How's it going?

Marissa: [Sighs] According to J.R., just great. [Storms out of the house]

Tad: Hey.

J.R.: Hi.

Tad: I just heard that old P.C. willed you Dixie's shares of Chandler Enterprises. I guess congratulations are in order.

J.R.: Yeah. Finally, I don't have to run every business decision past Scott. It's like this weird karma. Dad takes away the power, Uncle Palmer gives it back. It's almost like somehow he knew I would need it.

Tad: I'm sure that Dixie and P.C. are up there right now having a good laugh over the fact that he was able to stick it to your father one last time.

J.R.: You think my mom would be proud?

Tad: Your mother was always proud of you. Even when she wasn't so proud of what you were up to.

J.R.: Yeah.

Tad: Everything ok? Well, I mean, the only reason I ask is, I walked past Annie on the way up to the house and she -- you know, she looked pretty ticked off. And then I ran into Marissa, and she looked even more ticked off.

J.R.: Yeah, well, it's nothing to worry about. Now that I'm not second in command, everything's going to be under control.

Tad: Including your marriage?

[Kiss]

Greenlee: How can I thank you?

David: You never have to thank me. I already told you that.

Greenlee: But I do. Fusion is safe, the investigation is over. And I never would have asked you to do this. I never would have expected you --

David: Ok, listen to me. Listen to me. I want you to be happy, all right? I want you to get everything you deserve, and I'm going to do everything I can to make that happen. Don't you know that by now?

Greenlee: You've proven that over and over again. I just feel so guilty.

David: Why?

Greenlee: For attacking you, for blaming you. I was so caught up in all this drama, I forgot that I can count on you and what our marriage really means. That's going to change.

David: I like the sound of that.

Greenlee: How would you like to spend the rest of the day with me? Whatever you want to do.

David: I'll tell you what. Why don't we go home, we'll open up a nice bottle of champagne, and see where it takes us?

Greenlee: Lead the way.

Erica: There's no way I'm going to spend another minute with this man.

Caleb: Anybody here have earplugs?

Jack: Ok, look -- look, I know this came as a shock to you both.

Erica: A shock? It's crazy. Jack, asking this -- this mountain man to run a corporation? I mean, that's like asking a gorilla to perform brain surgery.

Caleb: Oh, I could compare you to a monkey, but that would be an insult -- to the monkey.

Jack: All right, all right, all right. Look --

Caleb: Hmm.

Jack: Let's just read the rest of the will. How would that be, ok? And then we'll discuss this. Can we please do that? Out of respect for Palmer.

Erica: [Sighs] For Palmer.

Caleb: Why would anybody want to change his name from Pete to Palmer?

Jack: "Preserving my family legacy not just in deed, but in name, is of utmost importance. Therefore, I would like Caleb to change his surname from Cooney to Cortlandt. Finally, every resident of this town deserves a proper welcome. So, by the end of the summer -- I'd like Erica and Caleb to co-host a party to formally introduce my nephew to Pine Valley."

Caleb: That's not going to happen, Captain Marvel. There's only one thing worse than people, and that's a room full of them.

Opal: I remember now. Palmer mentioned you a couple of times. Said you lived in the woods.

Caleb: Well, isn't that fascinating? We're going to have to catch up sometime.

Erica: Ok, this is Palmer's day, and we're not going to ruin it. You and I are going to talk alone. 

Bianca: My mom and Caleb don't exactly get along. I can't see them as business partners.

Opal: Well, that guy does seem to be a little rough around the edges, but I think your mama can take care of herself.

Caleb: How come you never mentioned where you were from?

Erica: I don't know. How come you never mentioned that your last name was Cooney?

Caleb: In that box that you were always carrying around -- was that from Pete?

Erica: It sure was. It belonged to Palmer.

Caleb: Hmm.

Erica: We were always very, very close, even up until the end. And I know that the most important thing to Palmer was family, but I cannot think for the life of me why he would want you to move here and own his company.

Caleb: Well, neither do I, Dorothy. I have no use for Cortlandt Electronics, and I have absolutely no interest in living in a place where everybody's got their nose in everybody else's business.

Erica: I know you'd rather live alone with your ax, away from the real world.

Caleb: Well, if this is reality, Dorothy, you can have it. Pete knew that I hated his way of life, so this has got to be some kind of mistake or some kind of a joke or some kind of punishment -- especially pairing me up with you.

Erica: Oh, let's get one thing straight right now. You and I are not now, and never will be, any kind of a pair. And yes, asking you to run Cortlandt Electronics -- that most definitely is a joke.

Caleb: Oh, you'd do it better?

Erica: My manicurist would do it better.

Caleb: Well, good, then I'll turn it over to her and she can run it, ok? Maybe she can also arrange your fancy wedding. Nice rock, by the way.

Erica: Thank you. Jack has great taste.

Caleb: Hmm, and perfect hair.

Erica: Yeah, he showers. He actually takes care of himself. I'll drive you to the bus.

Caleb: I'd rather walk.

Opal: Hold your horses there, Mr. Caleb Cooney. Before you go anywhere, you're going to hear what I have to say.

Greenlee: What the hell? Who would lock us out of our own house?

David: The Pine Valley Police Department.

Greenlee: I don't understand.

David: Neither do I. I always pay my rent on time every month.

Greenlee: You don't own this place?

David: No. It was never for sale. But the agent representing the Greys never said anything about wanting me out. This doesn't make sense. Why don't we go visit our good friend the chief of police? Come on.

Marissa and Krystal: Hey.

Marissa: Thanks for meeting me on such short notice.

Krystal: Oh, sure. What's up?

Marissa: Summer fashion. I'm going to go to the mall to get some new clothes, and I thought it would be fun to make it a mother-daughter trip.

Krystal: You pulled me away from Palmer's will reading to go shopping? What's going on?

Marissa: [Sighs] Annie and I had a fight. An actual physical fight.

Krystal: Are you kidding me?

Marissa: And you know what she said to me? What she actually had the nerve to say? That I'm not sexy enough to hold onto my husband. That I'll never be exciting enough to keep a man like J.R. around.

Krystal: Oh, that is just ridiculous!

Marissa: I know, I know! If she thinks that she can intimidate me, to get me to run off and cry in a corner, then she really is insane. I'm going to fight for my family, and if that means that I have to do a little makeover on myself, then I'll do it.

Krystal: So the shopping spree is for J.R.?

Marissa: No, it's -- it's for our marriage. So I was, you know, hoping that you could just be my wardrobe coach. Help me pick out a few things to make me look a little -- hotter --

Krystal: Oh --

Marissa: And just change things up a bit. A whole new me.

Krystal: Marissa, change a perfectly beautiful woman and transform you into a different person? If that's what it takes to win J.R., then he's not the man for you.

Marissa: But it's not like I'm throwing my values out the window here. I'm just trying to make myself more attractive for the man that I love. I -- I don't see what's wrong with that.

Krystal: You know what? You need to think about this. You need to think about what you want.

Marissa: I want J.R.

Krystal: All of him? And let me tell you something. J.R. is a very complicated young man, and that is never going to change.

Marissa: Why are you being like this?

Krystal: Marissa, I have known J.R. for a long time, and I have seen firsthand everything that he's had to go through. J.R. loves you. I don't doubt that. And he wants to put his family first, but he's not. Otherwise, the two of you would have been out of that house and away from Annie a long time ago. Until J.R. realizes what he's doing and makes the move that he needs to make, it's going to be a rough road for you. Is that what you really want?

Marissa: Yes, damn it!

Krystal: Ok, well, then forget about being somebody that you're not! Be the person that you are, the woman that J.R. fell in love with.

Marissa: Ok, you know what? You were never a mother to me my whole life. I don't know why I would expect anything to be different now.

[Door opens and closes as Marissa storms out]

J.R.: I love my wife.

Tad: I don't doubt it. But take it from me, you can't keep doing this.

J.R.: What am I doing?

Tad: Oh, please. I can't believe you're even asking me that question. Any idiot can see it from a football field away. It doesn't matter how many times you tell Marissa you love her if your actions don't back it up.

J.R.: I'm trying. I mean, I'm really trying.

Tad: But you know, you're not trying hard enough. I mean, what the hell is it with you and Annie? It's -- it's got to be more than physical, right? There's obviously something more to it.

J.R.: No, no! I have been -- I've been fighting it. I don't know -- it -- I can't get it out of my mind. She's like --

Tad: An addiction. Right? You crave for her the way you crave alcohol?

J.R.: Yeah.

Tad: Well, let me tell you something, son. She's a hell of a lot more dangerous, because she'll tear up your family twice as fast. And I shouldn't be standing here. You know what to do. You've been through it before. There isn't a drop of alcohol in this entire house. She's still here. Why?

J.R.: Well, it's not because of me.

Tad: Don't do that. Don't make excuses, not to me. You know what you have to do. If you want to hang onto your family, then do it. Get her the hell out of your life now.

Annie: [Sighs] I -- I really need to see Angie.

Frankie: And for the third time, she's in a meeting.

Annie: Right. When will that be over?

Frankie: I don't know.

Annie: Um, well, can you at least let me know if you've seen the photographer that I hired?

Frankie: If he doesn't have an irritable bowel or a nail stuck in his head, then I haven't seen him.

Annie: Ok, you're busy. I get it. But the reason I'm here is kind of a big deal. I want to donate money to the hospital on behalf of the Chandler family in Palmer Cortlandt's name.

Frankie: Oh, that's great. Really. Come back another time.

Annie: Uh, no. I'd -- I'd really, really like to do this now, and I've gone to a lot of trouble, so if I can at least maybe get a picture shaking Angie's hand or something --

Frankie: Ok. Here you go.

[Camera shutter clicks]

Frankie: Did you smile?

Annie: Oh -- no, you don't understand. This is really important. I've made countless mistakes, and I'm trying to prove something to the man that I love. And if J.R. sees this picture -- I mean --

Frankie: J.R.? I thought you were with Scott.

Annie: Uh -- of course, I'm with Scott. I adore him. It's -- silly mistake. I don't know where my head is these days.

Frankie: Well, if it doesn't have a nail stuck in it, it's getting out of my way.

[Annie sighs]

J.R.: I can't be addicted to Annie.

Tad: Why not?

J.R.: Because I'm addicted to booze. That's what I have to fight the rest of my life. Annie, she's just a temporary distraction. Once it wears off, I'll be a better husband.

Tad: Once it wears off? What's wrong with you? What is -- what about Marissa? What is she supposed to do until then? You have any idea how in danger you are of sounding like your father? He always thought that just because he had a little power in the boardroom, he had power over everything else -- the entire world, people, their lives, their feelings.

J.R.: Why does everyone do that?

Tad: Do what?

J.R.: Compare me to my father.

Tad: Oh, someone else has?

J.R.: Uncle Palmer. He also gave me a beach cottage. And this. He warned me not to become my father, to try to be a better man.

Tad: "These keys belong to a beach cottage your mother loved. I hope you'll use this cottage as she did, to get away when you feel you're losing touch with what really matters." You know what, J.R.? I hope so, too.

Opal: I do not have the foggiest idea why Palmer would give you his company. I mean, from the way you're acting, it seems to me you don't know diddly-squat about business or much else anything else. All right, all right. So that wasn't very nice of me. I apologize. I cannot presume to know what Palmer was thinking about when he made up that will, but whatever his reasons were, he was counting on you. Now, if you let him down, he is going to haunt you for the rest of your days.

Caleb: No offense, Ellie Mae, but you're wasting your breath. You see, I would never step into Pete's shoes. They'd never fit.

Opal: You know him better than the rest of us. You try.

Erica: No, listen. For once -- I know it's amazing, but I actually agree with Caleb. He would be a disaster, and I have no desire to carry him.

Opal: But, gal pal, you can't just --

Erica: No, I'm sorry, Opal. I'm really sorry. I mean, no offense to Palmer, but we're really going to have to come up with another solution.

Jack: All right, listen, I can tell you this much. As executor, he's going to have to hang around for at least a few days.

Caleb: What for?

Jack: To sign off on some paperwork.

Caleb: You sign it.

Jack: Well, I can't -- can't do that. Sorry. Look, Caleb, Pine Valley's a very nice place. Your family has a long history here. You're already here. So what do you say you hang around for a bit, familiarize yourself with Cortlandt Electronics, and -- [Knocks on wood] Who knows? Maybe you'll find something that appeals to you.

Jesse: All right, Natalia. You just keep digging. I need something. I need you to find me something. Get back to me. I figured you two would be dropping by today. Doughnut? They're fresh.

David: Why is there a padlock on our door?

Jesse: Uh, to keep you from getting in.

David: Hmm.

Greenlee: That's hilarious. What is this about?

Jesse: This is about me doing my job. This came today from Jackson, the executor of Palmer Cortlandt's will.

Greenlee: What does Palmer have to do with this?

Jesse: He bought Wildwind before he died, and he left explicit instructions to have you thrown out, so this is me throwing you out.

David: This is ridiculous. You can't just lock us out of our home.

Jesse: It's not me, it's Palmer Cortlandt. You can take it up with him, if you'd like.

David: Why the hell would Palmer give a damn whether or not --

Greenlee: Erica. She and my father set this up, didn't they? To hurt us.

Jesse: All I know is Palmer bought the place from his great-grandson, Sam Grey. And as the new owner, he has every right to kick you out, evict you. End of story.

David: No, no, no, no. This is too convenient. This is you once again abusing your power.

Jesse: The law's the law, Hayward. Deal with it.

David: Right, ok. Well, we'll see what the mayor says about that.

Jesse: Give the mayor my love, would you? Oh, and by the way, when you do find a new place -- [Claps his hands once] Let us know. We'll send your stuff right over. Ok?

David: We're going to fight this. Hubbard has a personal grudge against us, and I'll be damned if I'm going to let him do this to us.

Greenlee: It's ok. It's ok, David. Wherever we end up, we'll be together. We'll be ok.

Jack: Look, Caleb, Cortlandt Electronics is a large company with a lot of employees who would like those doors to remain open. So what you need to do is stick around, sign these papers, so we can make sure that someone is in charge.

Caleb: Yeah, someone like her.

Jack: Well, actually, her exactly, according to Palmer's will.

Erica: Then you can go right back up the mountain.

Caleb: Who's that?

Erica: That is my gay, married daughter.

Caleb: Oh. Where's the nearest campground?

Jack: Your uncle anticipated you might ask that question, and he does not approve. He would have offered you Cortlandt Manor, but it was badly damaged in a fire, so -- he bought you Wildwind.

David: This is perfect.

Man: Are -- are you sure, Dr. Hayward? We have plenty of suites still available. Two bedrooms, lots more space.

David: No, no, no, no. Much more romantic.

Man: Oh. Thanks.

David: Thank you.

Greenlee: I just went down to the spa. It looked --

David: There were no more larger rooms available. Is this a problem?

Greenlee: Uh-uh, not at all.

Marissa: [Sighs as she admires herself in a very short dress] Whew. J.R., It's me. I hope you'll be home soon. I'll be waiting.

J.R.: Frankie, is Angie around?

Frankie: Nope.

J.R.: Can you page her? It's important. I'd like to make a donation to the hospital in my Uncle Palmer's name.

Frankie: Listen, do the people in your family actually speak to one another, or what?

J.R.: Excuse me?

Frankie: Annie was here earlier, looking to do the same thing.

J.R.: Well, she doesn't have authorization to do anything with my family's money.

Frankie: Whatever. If you give me the check, I can take care of it.

J.R.: All right.

Frankie: All right, moola.

J.R.: Thank you.

Annie: What is wrong with you?

J.R.: Go away.

Annie: Can't you let anybody else ever get the credit?

J.R.: Are you still talking?

Annie: I told you Scott asked me to give a donation to the hospital. So, what, are you here just to one-up me?

J.R.: Oh, Annie, the Psych ward is two floors down.

Annie: You -- you just can't stand to lose, can you?

J.R.: Lose? Scott and I are equal partners now. No, I won. I won big today.

Annie: Except Scott will always have something that you never, ever will.

J.R.: You think you know me, but you don't.

Annie: Oh, yes, I do.

J.R.: There's a side that you've seen, but there's a whole other part that you know nothing about.

Annie: Oh, right, right, because you're so complex. Well, then tell me, this -- this hidden J.R. -- where has he been?

J.R.: At a bar. Yeah, that's where I go when I'm tempted by alcohol. You know what I do? I order myself a drink, and I look at it. I might even pick it up with my hand and swirl it around, but I never, ever let it touch my lips. And then I'll look at it some more. A minute, maybe an hour, until the craving is gone. And only then, when I know that I don't want it anymore, I leave. You see, it's a test. Me against temptation. And I always win.

[Elevator doors open]

A.J.: Mommy? What are you doing? I'm scared.

Marissa: Mommy was just playing. I'll wash my face, ok? And you'll see that I haven't changed. I'm here. I'll always be here for you and Daddy. Oh, come here.

Jack: So, Caleb, where -- where would you like me to put this?

Caleb: Doesn't matter to me. No offense, Uncle Pete, but this isn't exactly my -- taste.

Erica: Well, you know, there is a stable around the back, if you prefer.

Caleb: Yeah, actually, I would.

Jack: Listen, I'll let the staff know you're here, all right?

Caleb: No, why don't you just send them home?

Erica: Look, just so you're aware of it, Jack's daughter and her husband lived here until just a couple of hours ago.

Caleb: Uncle Pete threw them out for me?

Erica: [Chuckles] Palmer had a very wicked sense of humor.

Caleb: Hmm.

Erica: In case you hadn't noticed, you're not on your mountain anymore. This is Pine Valley. This is my town.

Caleb: Yeah. That's nothing to brag about.

Erica: Meaning?

Caleb: You'll figure it out.

Jack: All right, they've prepared the master suite for you, and we're wondering if you required anything else.

Caleb: No. Thanks.

Jack: Don't need anything? Ok. Well, you do need to eat. Why don't you join Erica and me for dinner?

Caleb: No, that's ok, thanks. I don't trust restaurants.

Jack: Ok, well, here's your keys.

[Caleb catches keys]

Jack: Shall we? If you need anything --

Jesse: The NTSB is dragging their feet, the Feds are giving me the runaround. If I don't get something solid soon, Hayward could walk.

Tad: Mmm.

Jesse: Which is why I'll be bringing in some outside help.

Tad: Me?

Jesse: You.

Tad: Show me what you got.

Jesse: George King.

Tad: What's a George King?

Jesse: One of the mechanics that worked at that airport down in West Virginia suddenly up and vanishes.

Tad: Well, maybe Hayward paid him off. He's done it before.

Jesse: We need to find this George King, use him to put Hayward away. That man has made life hell for so many people, especially my wife. If I can get him gone, maybe I can finally put that smile back on my wife's beautiful face.

Tad: Hey, is something up with Angela?

Jesse: She thought she might be pregnant. Yeah. Pretty much my reaction. Turns out it was a false alarm. And we were disappointed.

Tad: I'm sorry, babe.

Jesse: Mm-hmm. I'm pretty much past it. But Angela, she's --

Tad: She's taking it hard.

Jesse: I don't need Hayward to make it any worse, which is why I'm going to do everything in my power to put him away.

David: To my beautiful wife, who no longer has to worry about anything standing in the way of her dreams. From now on --

[Greenlee sighs]

David: This isn't right.

Greenlee: What?

David: We're celebrating your victory. We should be in our home, standing on our balcony, looking out at a beautiful sunset. I promise you, Greenlee, I'm going to get our home back.

Greenlee: Well, if you do, great. If you don't, we'll find another place. Or maybe this is exactly what we needed. To stop. Stop allowing ourselves to be pulled in a million different directions, and to just focus on us.

[Glasses clink]

David: When it comes to our marriage, I'm all in. How about you?

[Kiss]

Greenlee: You know, growing up, I spent most of my time with nannies, maids, drivers. Entire staffs of people paid to take care of me. But they didn't know me. They definitely didn't love me. They were just there because they had to be. And that's how I felt my entire life. Surrounded by everyone, but attached to no one. But now, I'm connected to something real. Your love. And because of that -- because of all you're willing to sacrifice for me -- I don't feel alone anymore.

[David carries Greenlee to the bed]

[Marissa sighs as she looks at her plain self in the mirror]

[Door opens]

J.R.: Hey.

Marissa: Hey.

J.R.: What's all this?

Marissa: Nothing, it's going back.

J.R.: Yeah?

Marissa: You ok?

J.R.: Well, I was thinking about going away this weekend. Uncle Palmer gave me his beach cottage and --

Marissa: What? You didn't mention that before.

J.R.: Yeah, I got busy with the phone calls, and I forgot.

Marissa: Well, it's almost July 4. The beach would be a great place to take A.J. for the weekend.

J.R.: It would, except I'm thinking about going solo. I'm about ready to step in the deep end of Chandler. I need time to prepare. Plus, you're going to be studying for the bar.

Marissa: No.

J.R.: What do you mean, no?

Marissa: No, you don't get to do that, ok? Just run off by yourself. Not when we still have so much work to do on our marriage. If you're going, then we're going with you.

J.R.: Marissa, this isn't about us.

Marissa: Of course, it is. Everything you do is about us. Don't you see that? Every decision you make affects me and affects A.J.

J.R.: I know that. I do.

[Marissa sighs]

J.R.: I do not want to hurt my son the way that my father hurt me. So you're right. We'll go together. Because that's how we face everything from now on. Together.

Tad: Maybe you shouldn't let this thing get too personal.

Jesse: Too late.

Tad: Yeah. It always is with Hayward. The way it was for me and Dixie -- and Krystal. The man's so good at hurting people, it's kind of hard to keep your distance. But I'll tell you what. I'm going to find your George King, ok? But in payment, you keep me posted with everything you do, all right? Everything. You keep me in the loop, no matter what. No surprises, right, Jesse?

Jesse: Well, there won't be much to tell.

Tad: Like I said, keep me posted.

[Jesse whistles then groans]

[Kissing in bed with all their clothes on]

David: We swore that we would never do this again unless you were ready to give yourself to me -- to us.

Greenlee: I am. I love how you take care of me. I love how you know me better than anyone. I love --

[Kissing some more]

Caleb: Pete, why the hell did you do this to me?

Jack: Tell me, do you think you and Caleb are actually going to be running that company together?

Erica: Oh, Jack, could we please talk about something else?

Jack: Absolutely. Like what?

Erica: Like our wedding. Like setting a date. I would really like to be married by the end of the summer.

Jack: Now you're talking, sister. Let's do it.

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