Full of Hope - 05.08.02
Rose: Concerned? Yes, I'm concerned. Of course, I'm concerned. I'm just - I was trying so hard to get over it, you know? But I just - I saw this specialist with Carly.
Mitzi: Why didn't you tell me? I would have gone with you. What'd he say?
Rose: He wanted to examine me like a lab rat. Said he was fascinated by my chronic condition.
Mitzi: Aw, Rose. I'm sorry. So there's nothing he can do?
Rose: He said he could take me out on the medical lecture circuit. Not exactly what I had in mind.
Mitzi: What did Paul say?
Rose: Paul's just been - he's just been so - so amazing. I just didn't have the heart to tell him yet.
(Mitzi clears her throat.)
Mitzi: Well, you better get the heart, 'cause now's your chance.
Paul: Yeah, Rose. Here's your chance.
Rose: Mitzi and I have been busier than one-armed paper hangers over here. We've been picking out invitations and tried on some -
Paul: Yeah, and that's great, Rose, but what haven't you had the heart to tell me?
Mitzi: You know what I'm thinkin'? I'm thinkin' now's a good time to become a vegetarian. So you can take my burger when it comes, all right? See you later, sweetie. Bye!
Rose: I'm sorry. I don't - I don't mean to be keeping things from you, believe me.
Paul: Something new happen?
Rose: No, no, not really. Just kind of the same old, same old, old me. Even the specialist doesn't know what's wrong with me.
Paul: You saw a specialist already?
Rose: Yeah.
Paul: I told you I wanted to be there for that.
Rose: I know you did, but I just didn't - I didn't want an audience, all right?
Paul: What'd he say?
Rose: Ta-da! You better take a picture 'cause this could be as good as it gets.
Paul: You are beautiful. How many times do I have to tell you that before you believe me?
Rose: I believe you. I do. You're probably the only guy on the planet who wants to marry the girl underneath this mess. And I've been tryin' to make it not matter. You know? I'm trying really hard, but I can't. I might be stuck with this face forever.
Rose: I'm sorry. I'm trying not to fall apart on you.
Paul: You have every right to be disappointed. But this - this specialist, he's only one doctor, all right? We'll get more opinions. We'll find others. I'm not gonna let you give up hope.
Rose: Maybe I should just do that. You know? Stop trying to be the girl that I used to be. So then the next expert who says to me, "You know what, honey? Yeah, you're gonna live 50 years, but that 50 years is right on your face, looking in the mirror" - maybe it won't feel like I was hit by a ton of bricks.
Paul: Well, you have to think of this as just one minor setback, okay? You know, there's hope. I know you. You're full of hope. You couldn't give up on hope any more than you'd give up making wisecracks.
Rose: You always say the nicest things to me.
Paul: There it is. There it is - the world's brightest smile. Is all that for me?
Rose: It's mostly for you. I gotta save a little bit for my pop.
Paul: Joe? You talked to him?
Rose: Yeah. Yeah, he's coming in tonight.
Paul: Well, good. See? That's great.
Rose: It feels like years since I've seen him, you know? We used to joke when I was little. He'd be like, "Rose, every time we're apart, you seem to get so much older." He said, "Next time I see you, you're gonna be an old lady." Little does he know.
Paul: You've told him -
Rose: Yeah, I told him, but, I mean, you tell someone and then they see you - it's like, you know, two different things. My pop, knowing him, he'll kiss me on the cheek and say, "Did you get today's racing form?"
Paul: Your pop is gonna see the beautiful daughter that he loves.
Rose: No. He's gonna see this.
Paul: Hmm.
Rose: Yeah.
Paul: Think I should've called him?
Rose: What?
Paul: Should've gone to Jersey and asked for your hand?
Rose: My hand? My pop - you know what he'd say, "You just want her hand? You don't want the whole thing?" No, don't worry about it. He'll be fine. He'll be so happy. He'll hear about all our plans, and he'll just be so happy. I'm sorry I didn't tell you about the doctor - that crazy, wacky doctor.
Paul: It's okay.
Rose: I don't wanna keep secrets from you. It's just -
Paul: Okay. Mitzi said something about invitations? Hmm?
Rose: Yes, we do. We got a lot of - oh, my goodness gracious - a lot of invitations to - but you know what? This is really up to us - our decision, so take a look.
Paul: You know what? Let's give your father something to really stand up and take notice of. Let's set a wedding date.
Rose: Set a date?
Paul: Mm-hmm.
Rose: Right now? Already?
Paul: Sure. Sure, why not? These things take time, so let's just get the ball rolling.
Rose: Oh, why - I don't know. I mean, it's not - this is like - I wanna marry you more than anything in the world. I mean, I dream about it 24/7. It's just -
Paul: I understand.
Rose: Yeah?
Paul: I promised I wouldn't pressure you, and I'm not. I won't. We'll set a date when the time is right for both of us.
Rose: Okay. All right. Okay.
Paul: All right.
Rose: So this is the one I really liked. What do you think? Beautiful, huh?
Paul: Yeah. Beautiful.
Rose: You know, there's nothing that I want more than to fill in the date and the time and the church and the place. I just wanna know if - I'm gonna be able to - (cell phone rings) Rose D'Angelo's cell phone?
Margo: Rose? It's Margo. I need you down here at the station.
Rose: It's your lucky day. Ross the street at Al's.
Margo: Great. Rose, we have Dr. Weston in custody. We need you to positively I.D. Him.
Rose: Oh, man. I am so there!
Paul: Rose? What's going on?
Rose: I gotta go.
Paul: Rose, what - what - wait - wait for - hold on a second.
Can't catch my breath - 05.09.02/05.10.02
Rose (looking in a mirror): Not what it used to be, but not too shabby. Nothin' like getting engaged to make a girl feel better about herself. Hey, preppie.
Paul: Hey.
Rose: Ready to go to the farm and get down and dirty?
Paul: No.
Rose: What's the matter?
Paul: I - I can't catch my breath.
Rose: You sick?
Paul: Yes - in love.
Rose: Oh. See that room? You know that room -
Paul: Mm-hmm.
Rose: Right there.
Paul: The bedroom?
Rose: Yeah, the bedroom. When we get back from Emma's, I'm gonna show you a happy corner of it, and maybe even the ceiling.
Paul: Well, I'm ready right now.
Rose: Everybody waitin' for us. And pop is comin' in from Jersey.
Paul: So?
Rose: And Emma's makin' all this food, and - that's gonna have to hold you.
Paul: Oh.
Rose: Okay? Not that I'm complaining or anything, but what's gotten into you?
Paul: I don't know. Maybe - maybe seeing Weston in handcuffs got me a little turned on.
Rose: Yeah, that I know what you mean. I can't help thinking, you know, now that he's been arrested - ah, I don't want to even think about it.
Paul: What, that maybe he can help you?
Rose: I don't want to g my hopes up.
Paul: Well, that doesn't matter, 'cause I am going to love you either way.
Rose: You keep saying that.
Paul: Mm-hmm.
Rose: I'm starting to believe you.
Paul: So, ready?
Rose: Yeah.
Paul: Ready to tell your dad about our engagement?
Rose: Yeah. Yeah. He's gonna be thrilled. You know, would you mind walking to Emma's through the meadow? I really, really, really like wildflowers.
Paul: Okay.
Rose: Okay?
Paul: Yes, you got it.
Rose: Get the lights.
Paul: Okay.
Gathering at Emma's - 05.09.02
Rose: Oh, me nervous? "Ice water" D'Angelo? You better believe I'm nervous. It's the first time pop's gonna see this face. On the outside, he's gonna pretend everything's okay, but on the inside, he's gonna be - he's gonna be upset.
Paul: Well, you know what? I wouldn't worry about that. He's gonna be too busy giving his future son-in-law a hard time.
Rose: Oh, you got a couple of butterflies in there?
Paul: Yeah, well he knows I'm a Stenbeck.
Rose: Doesn't matter. You make me happy. That's all pop is gonna need to hear. Come on.
Luke: Aunt Rose!
Rose: Oh. Well, hold up on that until you're cleaned up, okay? And these are for you right from your meadow.
Emma: Oh, thank you.
(laughter)
Paul: And so is this.
Emma: Oh, thanks a lot. Oh, that's beautiful. Thank you.
Holden: Hey, how you doing, Paul?
Paul: Hey, good to see you.
Holden: Good to see you. Have you met my son, Aaron?
Paul: Hey. Yeah, we saw each other. I'm Paul. Good to see you.
Rose: And you don't bother getting up, you're pregnant and all. How you feeling?
Lily: I feel wonderful. How about you?
Rose: On a night like this, how else can I feel but - blessed?
Emma: Amen to that.
Lily: Amen.
(horn honks)
Rose: That must be pop. How do I look? Don't even bother answering that. Aaron, how do I look?
Aaron: Awesome.
Rose: You hear that? You and me are gonna get along great.
Emma: Oh.
Joe: Oh, Rose. I prayed for you every day you were gone. And I thank God every day that you're all right.
Rose: I'm doing fine.
Joe: Yeah.
Rose: Never better.
Joe: Yeah, I can see that. Hey.
Rose: Oh. Why don't you say hello to somebody else? I got somethin' in my eye.
Emma: Hey, there.
Joe: Hello, Emma.
Emma: Hello. Welcome back.
Joe: I smelled that cherry cobbler two miles down the road.
Emma: Oh, I'm so glad. I made it for you especially.
Joe: Hey, momma. How are you feeling?
Lily: Good.
Joe: Could I?
Lily: Sure.
Joe: It's gonna be a boy.
Emma: I told you. I told you.
Lily: Oh.
Joe: What'd you guys do with Luke? Send him off to boarding school or somethin'?
Luke: No, they didn't. I'm here.
Joe: You? Sorry, son, but Luke's just a little fella, and you - now where did you go and get so big for, Luke? I hardly recognized you.
Holden: It's good to see you again, Joe. Let me introduce you to someone. This is my son -
Joe: Aaron, right? Like I wouldn't know that you were Holden's son. Joe D'Angelo.
Aaron: Hi.
Joe: Pleasure to meet you. Hold on a minute, I know ya'. Peter? Phil?
Rose: Not funny.
Joe: Paul! That's it. You still chasing after my little girl?
Paul: Yeah, something like that.
Rose: So, what's with the shades? You gone Hollywood on me now?
Joe: The shades. Oh, sorry about that. I've been wearing them so much lately, I forget I got them on. There. Better?
Rose: What happened to you?
Joe: Would you believe it? I wake up in the middle of the night, and I walk right into a door.
Rose: Which one?
Joe: Uh - oh, the closet door. Yeah, the closet door.
Rose: Oh, yeah.
Joe: I left it - I guess I left it open before I went to sleep.
Rose: Oh, yeah, is that so?
Joe: Yeah.
Rose: Well, the door must have been pretty PO'ed at you, pop. Unless the handle was in the shape of a fist.
Rose: Here.
Joe: I don't need that, Rose. It's only a black eye.
Emma: Joe, come on now. It will take down the swelling. It's still swollen.
Rose: Here.
Joe: Ow! That hurts!
Rose: What happened to you? What happened? Did somebody steal your spot on the fishing pier again or something?
Joe: I stopped settling things with my fists a long time ago. But while we're on that subject, I caught four bluefish last week.
Rose: Did you bring me one?
Joe: No, I -
Holden: Hey, why don't you take him out here, go clean up that grease? Come on, buddy.
Aaron: Come on, Luke. We'll get dirty again after dinner.
Lily: Just make sure you clean up around that sink when you're done.
Holden: Joe, I get the feeling you didn't want to get into this in front of Luke.
Joe: You got it. And I don't want you going nuts, ya hear?
Rose: Yeah, I'll make that decision up after I hear what you have to say.
Joe: I come home late one night around midnight. And as soon as I put my key in the door, I could tell the lock had been jimmied.
Rose: Did you call the police? No, no. He goes in anyway. Of course.
Joe: Could I continue? I walk inside and there's somebody standing right in front of me. Tall, big shoulders. Chest like a oil drum. And before I could say or do anything, he's all over me.
Rose: He punched you?
Joe: Boom, boom! That's it. I go down like a ton of bricks and he runs out right over me.
Paul: You were lucky, Joe. It could've been a lot worse.
Joe: Yeah.
Lily: Do you have any idea who it was?
Joe: I'm figurin' it's gotta be some hard-up guy who needed a few bucks.
Rose: Don't be so sure.
Joe: What're you thinking, honey? Word got out about the $2 million I got stashed in the -
Rose: You know, don't joke around, okay? One thing I learned the last few months, when you think something couldn't happen in a million years, it happens.
Paul: Did you call the police, Joe?
Rose: No, he didn't.
Joe: Do you mind if I answer that myself?
Rose: Go ahead.
Joe: Well, what are you going to do? Hold my hand?
Rose: You know what I'm gonna do? I'm gonna hire a security team to follow you around everywhere you go.
Joe: I appreciate the concern, from all of you. But this was just a burglary. The neighborhood - sad to say - it ain't what it used to be.
Holden: Joe, was there anything missing. Did they take anything?
Joe: No. Nothin'.
Rose: What?
Joe: That's the one thing I can't figure out. The place was a wreck, so I know the guy had been there for awhile. But once I cleaned it all up, I realized nothin' was missing.
Rose: Could you call Aaron and Luke, tell them it's time for dinner?
Paul: Sure. Oh, hey, I think they guessed it. Smells good, doesn't it, guys?
Rose: Don't waste any more money on expensive perfumes. Next time you wanna get Holden's attention, put a little cherry cobbler behind your ear.
Lily: Luke and Faith, please help me with the silverware, please.
Joe: Lily, let me give you a hand.
Rose: Would you take it easy, pop? Come on, what are you, a superhero? Just relax.
Joe: Rose, I got a black eye, not a broken arm.
Rose: You're not as young as you used to be. Look at that, the pot calling the kettle black.
Joe: No two-bit crook is gonna stop me from pitchin' in around the house. Lily, I'm in charge of the silverware.
Paul: Well, Joe, do the police have any leads? Can they I.D. This guy that broke into your house?
Joe. And if that punk had left a calling card behind, they would've found it. At least he didn't s anything. And he's not gettin' another chance. I put in a new security system, new deadbolts and a CD of a barking dog.
Rose: Oh, great. You should move out of Jersey.
Joe: And into where?
Rose: Hey, into Cal's place. Yeah, into Cal's place, with me. The only thing I gotta worry about hitting you is an antler falling from the ceiling.
Emma: What a great idea, Rose. Joe, I'd love to welcome you back to Oakdale. Holden and I haven't played the ponies since you've been gone.
Lily: Cal's place is perfect. It's got plenty of room. And Luke and Faith and this new baby on the way will need Uncle Joe as a baby-sitter.
Emma: Rose, you're a genius, as usual.
Joe: About most things, kid. But you're missing the big picture here. My heart is with you in Oakdale always, but Jersey, that's where I hang my hat. Besides, where am I gonna get good provolone around here?
Rose: Hey, Tony two times. He'll send you the provolone like he did in Indiana. I don't want anybody taking another cheap shot at you anymore.
Joe: Don't you worry about me, honey. And by the way, you never looked more beautiful.
Paul: Hear, hear.
Rose: I told you he'd pretend nothing's wrong with the face.
Paul: Nothing is.
Joe: I've been loving that face since it was 6 months old.
Rose: You're gonna make me cry, pop.
Joe: Yeah, well, before you get all weepy, you wanna tell me about that rock on your finger that keeps blinding me? I'm gonna have to put my shades back on.
Rose: What? This old thing right here? This old, old thing right here? Well, you're gonna have to blame him, 'cause Paul gave it to me.
Joe: Oh, yeah? What for?
Rose: I don't know. He said something about washing his shirts for the rest of my life.
Joe: That true?
Paul: No. The shirts part, no. It's - I seem to remember me saying something about brains, beauty and an incredible heart. So what do you say, Mr. D'Angelo? Do I have your permission to marry your daughter?
Joe: You gonna treat my little girl like - like a queen?
Paul: Like the queen she is. I'll even send my shirts out. I just need her near me, by my side for the next several decades. That's all.
Joe: I - I can't blame you for sayin' that. I had her by my side for a couple of those myself, and they were wonderful years. You ever need me -
Rose: I know. I know, pop. I know.
Joe: You ever hurt her -
Paul: I know, Joe.
Luke: Let's open the presents!
Lily: That was supposed to be a surprise.
Emma: Hey.
Luke: Oh, yeah. Yeah.
Rose: That's okay! Just don't tell me what's in the boxes, all right?
Emma: Just a few little engagement presents. We'll open them after dinner. Okay?
Rose: All right, let's eat then. 'Cause I don't wanna wait for presents.
Emma: All right.
(phone ringing)
Rose: Ah. Timing, terrible. Excuse me. (phone ringing) Hello?
John: Rose, it's John Dixon. How are you feeling?
Rose: Happy. My pop came from Jersey, and Emma made this great dinner and - you're not asking about my social life. What's up?
John: No, Rose, I was wondering if you'd come down to Memorial.
Rose: Now?
John: Yes, now. Right away. The police are on their way over here with the man you know as Dr. Weston. And he's promised that he will try to reverse the procedure that he did on you and Carly.
Rose: But they said they couldn't do that unless they gave him a deal. And tell me, please tell me they didn't give him a deal. Don't tell me this guy's gonna walk.
John: Rose, I don't know any of the details. I just know that it is - it's completely up to you as to whether you want to have this done or not.
Rose: So I don't have to do it?
John: No, you don't have to. But I must tell you that our specialists here, they're at a loss, Rose. Now, this may be the last chance you have to reverse this process.
Rose: Emma, the entire time I was at that spa, I was thinking about your cooking and the biscuits and the cobbler. And now here I am walking out on it.
Emma: Oh, don't you worry. I'll make all of it all over again for you.
Rose: All right.
Emma: Take care, now.
Rose: Okay.
Luke: Is it gonna hurt your face to get fixed?
Lily: Uh, Rose has a million decisions to make right now. We shouldn't bother her with a million questions. Okay?
Paul: I'm going with you.
Lily: Me, too.
Rose: Oh, no, no, no! Hold your horses, okay? Okay? All right? I got - I got Paul. I'll call you guys and let you know what's going on. You just stay here and enjoy.
Joe: Come here, honey. Your mama's gonna be watching over ya.
Rose: Hey, who knows - maybe I'll be beautiful when you walk me down the aisle.
Joe: Don't you listen to anything you already are.
Rose: All right.
Emma: I love you.
Paul: All right. Bye, everybody. See ya.
When Rose is afraid - 05.10.02
Rose: I hate hospitals. Did I ever tell you that? 'Cause I - I really hate 'em.
Paul: You told me a couple minutes ago. And a couple minutes before that. And a couple minutes before that.
Rose: Oh, sorry. I'll stop.
Paul: Are you worried about Weston?
Rose: Ah - I'm worried I'm gonna scratch his eyes out. I gotta keep him safe until he takes care of us. I'm worried about Emily. Worried - what did he do to her? What kinda deal did Jack make with that looney toon so he can get outta here? I mean - it's a lere. Long enough for you?
Paul: Well, where are you on that list, huh? Is part of you worried that maybe - what if this treatment doesn't work?
Rose: I'm terrified. I could kick myself for even caring. I don't want that Dr. Weston to touch me. You know? But I feel like I'd be betraying Libby and all the other women that he murdered. But this little voice inside of me is saying, "I can get my face back." Is that crazy? "Let the psycho go free so Rose can be wrinkle-free!"
Paul: Oh, what about Carly? What about Carly? Don't you want this for her?
Rose: Yes, of course I do, but -
Paul: Okay, all right, all right. No, no buts. If you demand this for Carly, then demand it for yourself. Weston is gonna fix this mistake he's made. And then, Rose - then he's gonna pay.
Rose: Hey there, grandma!
Carly: Hey. Who're you calling grandma, grandma? I'm glad you're here.
Rose: Yeah, you, too. Hospitals are terrible, you know? Then you throw Weston into the mix - my knees are doin' the Mexican hat dance. But everything shakes when you're our age, right? How old are we? They'll have to carbon-date us when they find out. How old do you think we are?
Carly: Do you always so much when you're afraid?
Paul: Yeah. I can't shut her up.
Weston - 05.13.02/05.14.02
Rose: How can we be sure that that guy is not gonna do something worse to Carly? Like tryin' to kill her? You ever think of that?
Paul: Rose, I would not let you go through with this if I thought there was any chance, any chance at all, of a bad outcome. Okay?
Rose: By turning out worse than I already am?
Paul: I'm kinda fond of you right now.
Rose: Mm. Well, you must be if you're willing to marry me looking like this.
Paul: I will marry you anytime, anyplace, any way I can get you.
Rose: Mm. Trust me to fall in love with a guy who's totally crazy.
Paul: Crazy in love for you.
Rose: You know why I wanna look like my old self again, don't you? I mean, I know I wasn't the prettiest girl in New Jersey, but I wasn't half bad.
Paul: You mean there are prettier girls than you in Jersey?
Rose: There's a couple. But they're afraid of me, so don't get any ideas. (Paul laughs) You got it?
Rose: Oh, hey? How'd it go?
Bob: Well, we'll know soon enough.
Rose: Can I see her?
Bob: No, she's still sedated, and we'll have to wait awhile.
Rose: Is she wrapped in bandages?
Bob: Well, hospital dressings.
Weston: You should have seen me, Rose. I was magnificent, if I do say so myself.
Paul: This should be easier with Rose, right? Her skin hasn't aged to the same degree.
Weston: Ah. Yes, you're right. Yes, it will be easier to fix our Rosie. So what do you say, Rose? Are you ready to entrust your face to my care?
Rose: Oh, yeah. Yeah, I'm ready.
Weston: Well, tough luck, cookie. 'Cause I'm not gonna raise a finger to help you.
Paul: What do you mean? What do you mean you're not gonna treat her? We had an agreement, Weston!
Weston: Too bad. Her case doesn't interest me. She bores me, in fact.
Paul: You know what, Weston? You're gonna treat her. You're gonna treat her! I'm gonna drag you into that room myself! Rose: Come on, stop! Stop! Stop!
Paul: Get off me! Get off me!
Rose: Stop!
Weston: I had no agreement with you.
Bob: Listen - this is no time to be playing games. This young woman has suffered enough. Now, if I were you, I would go down and start your preparations, or I will reinstate the charges against you.
Weston: After what this woman did to me?
Rose: What do you mean, what I did to you?!
Weston: She refused treatment, doctor. She turned the other patients against me and is responsible for causing a scandal that lost me my clinic and my freedom. And you want me to fix her? I'd sooner smear her with and cover her with fire ants.
Rose: Oh, you - you want me to apologize for what you did to me?
Jack: What is going on out here?
Bob: We got a problem.
Paul: He's refusing to treat Rose.
Jack: What? No, that wasn't the agreement, Weston.
Weston: Oh. Oh, the agreement. The agreement that was reached in the dark of night, at the end of civilization, with a gun pointing at me. Well, you're in a hospital now, Jack. You're not gonna be able to shoot your gun off, right, Bob?
Jack: Fine. Fine. We'll call the bureau. We'll go back to the original charges.
Weston: Oh? And watch as Rose continues to decay and wither? Now, I don't think so.
Jack: What do you want?
Weston: I want something - more. I want a new deal. Or else Rose is doomed to, well - this.
Paul: How about I give you a new deal, Weston you treat Rose, or I break your neck - (Paul grabs Weston and Jack tries to pull him off) Get off me Jack! Damn it! Get off me!
Weston: Ah, look, it's young love. Or I should say May/December romance.
Jack: The original deal stands, Weston. You fix Carly and Rose in exchange for deportation - period.
Weston: Hmm-mm. No. Sorry, that was a limited time offer, Jack. Now I want $1 million and a ticket to Spain. And I want it in writing, or else Rose spends the rest of her days mourning her lost youth.
Paul: You know, why don't you add blackmail to that list, Jack, huh?
Weston: Blackmail? "Blackmail" is an unfortunate term.
Paul: You know what -
Jack: Paul, I'm telling you -
Paul: Get off me, Jack -
Jack: One more time, and you are out of here! I'll talk to justice and try and get you deported to Spain.
Weston: No. No, Jack. Try - you see, "try" is a word that people use when they expect to fail. I'm sure that Rose doesn't want you to fail. Do you, Rose? Especially now that I've cured Carly.
Jack: There's no guarantee that your treatment works.
Weston: Oh, ye of little faith.
Rose: You are a murderer, you dirtbag. You killed Libby, Mrs. Grossman. You may have killed Emily, too. You think we're just gonna make you rich, look the other way? I don't think so.
You heard the lady - 05.14.02
Rose: Carly didn't sound too good, did she? I risked my life getting away from Weston, and now I'm going to put my face in his hands again?
Paul: Hey, hey, hey. Listen to me. You have to be afraid of this guy. You beat him. But if you want to go home, I'll take you.
Rose: I don't think I can face him again. I
Holden: Rose -
Rose: Holden, you know? If you brought pop or anybody else along with you, forget it? It's too late.
Holden: What's wrong?
Rose: Carly's treatment may not be working. And the guy refused to work on me at all-
Holden: Sorry.
Rose: That's all right. Don't be sorry. I'm just gonna go back to my house and cuddle up with Paul where the walls are not white.
Holden: That's probably not such a good idea right now.
Paul: Why? What happened?
Holden: I hate to be bearer of bad news, but somebody broke into Rose's place.
Rose: What?!
Holden: Probably when we were having dinner. It seems that nothing was stolen, but the whole place was torn apart.
Rose: You know, whoever's in charge of my karma right now is really, really messing up big time. I mean, it's not so much that a punk broke into my place, they didn't take anything. The same thing that happened to pop back in Jersey. What the heck is going on?
Holden: I don't know. I don't know. But whoever did it, the police will find out. But until then, you can stay with Lily and me. We'll get your place cleaned up, put an alarm system in for you.
Paul: Well, that's a nice offer, Holden, but she's going to stay with me. That is if you want to.
Rose: Did I just click my heels three times? Because there is no place that I'd rather be. Thank you. Thank you.
Holden: Okay, guys, I'm gonna go.
Rose: Okay.
Holden: Let's try and talk in the morning.
Rose: Okay. Okay,
Weston: No. You're being awfully selfish, Jack. Well, your girlfriend, she had her looks restored, and you want to leave Rose looking like - what does Shakespeare say? "A withered pear." How is she gonna feel being the odd woman out here, huh?
Rose: You know how I'm gonna feel? I'm gonna feel fine. Don't give him anything, Jack. And if this withered pear puts you in jail for the rest of your life, I'll live with it forever.
Weston: You lie, Rose. Every woman wants to be beautiful.
Rose: And some men want to be, um, gods. But don't expect me to get on my knees and u to help me. Forget it. Is Carly okay?
Jack: I think so.
Rose: Oh, that's good. Good. So, don't make any deals with Dr. Scum here. I can live with my face, but I cannot live with you walking around free.
Weston: Oh, you're playing the martyr, huh, Rose?
Rose: Take the garbage out. I'm finished with you.
Jack: You heard the lady.
Weston: Once they remove the bandages from Carly's face, you're going to rue this day. And you'd better hope that I am still in a generous mood.
Rose: Yeah, well, take a good look at my face, 'cause when you're rotting in hell, this is the face that sent you there.
John: Carly's starting to wake up.
Jack: You're amazing, you know that?
Rose: Thanks, Jack.
Paul: You ready to go home?
Rose: I am ready to go home.
Paul: Let's go.
Bob: Rose, you've showed a lot of courage today.
Rose: Thanks, doctor.
John: I heard what happened. I'm sorry. Maybe he'll change his mind.
Rose: Ahh, who cares you know? Even if he did, I don't trust him. This is my face forever.
Bob: Maybe not. You know, I observed the entire treatment when Weston was working on Carly. And there is a videotape. Now, his procedure and treatment is not that complicate you understand his approach.
Rose: What are you saying?
Bob: I think, with John's help, I can duplicate the treatment.
John: Are you serious?
Bob: Well, we'll have to wait and see how everything turns out for Carly. But there is the videotape, I'll take some notes, we'll some research. Yes, I'm serious. I'm willing to try, Rose. What about you?
Rose: Well, I've had a lot of practice saying yes these days. So, what do you think, Should I say yes?
Paul: I'm okay with it if you are, sweetheart.
Rose: Yes. Yes. Oh, yes. Oh, thank you so much. It's a wonderful wedding present. Yes, thank you. That's good news, huh?
One Formidable Couple - 05.16.02
Aaron: Any word yet for who broke into the house?
Rose: No, not yet. Nothing.
Aaron: Strange.
Rose: I know. I know. Hey, you know, would you mind -
Aaron: I have been.
Rose: What?
Aaron: Keeping an eye on the house. I drive by. I look around.
Rose: Oh. You're good. Ah, thanks. You're very good. (kisses Aaron)
Paul: Hey, hey, hey.
Rose: Jake was a great guy, you know? He could fit in anywhere, here, at The Lakeview. He was one in a million.
Paul: You okay?
Rose: Ah, more okay than I deserve to be. You know? Got to smack Dr. Weston. I got - Dr. Bob's gonna work on my face. I'm here with the best-looking guy. If only my heart wasn't breakin'.
Paul: Come here.
Rose: Remember Jake and Molly's wedding? It seemed like they had their lives ahead of them.
Paul: Well, some things you can't anticipate. But that doesn't mean you stop making plans.
Rose: Oh, I know. And have I got a plan for you.
Paul: Oh, yeah? What's that?
Rose: To be in grabbing distance for about 100 years.
Paul: Okay.
Lucinda: Hey. Hi there.
Rose: Hi, Ms. Walsh.
Lucinda: Hi, darling.
Rose: How you doing?
Lucinda: Tonight and every night, it always makes me feel good to see you.
Rose: Aw. Thanks. I saw you talking to Molly. How's she holdin' up?
Lucinda: Ah - she's still in shock, I think. That's 'cause Jake had that aura of someone who's gonna be there always. (Lucinda sighs) Well, let's think positively. And let's rejoice, shall we, in this wonderful engagement of you two?
Rose: Thank you.
Lucinda: You two are one formidable couple.
Rose: Oh!
Paul: Thank you, Lucinda.
Rose: That's great. Oh, you think we're hot now? In a couple days, I could be 20 years younger.
Lucinda: What do you mean?
Rose: The FBI. They caught Dr. Weston. He's doing his treatment on Carly, makin' her better. And Dr. Bob Hughes is gonna do the same thing on me.
Lucinda: Dr. Bob? What's he gonna do? I mean, I don't care. It doesn't matter. Don't tell me what he's gonna do. It's just - it's completely logical. Or illogical. It doesn't matter. It's just wonderful! Wonderful news.
Rose: Thanks.
Paul: Here you go.
Rose: Ah, thank you. You know, I don't like this one bit.
Paul: What? What's that?
Rose: Losing people that I care about. First Bryant, then Jake - I just don't wanna go to any more funerals.
Paul: I know you're worried about Emily. Okay? But you saw how quickly Dr. Weston appeared. So could she.
Rose: Yeah. And she could come back better than before, right? All right, fine. To keeping the faith.
Paul: Faith.
Margo: Hi, excuse me. I just got a call from the station. There's been a report of a sighting. Stenbeck in Singapore. He was treated in an emergency room there.
Rose: Treated for what?
Margo: It was a stab wound to the abdomen. Unfortunately, he escaped before the authorities knew that he was wanted in this country.
Rose: Was there anybody else with him at all?
Margo: If you mean Barbara and Emily, I'm sorry. There's nothing.
Rose: They know who did it?
Margo: It wasn't in the report.
Paul: I can tell you who did it, Rose. It was my mother.
Rose: You know, your mother is not my favorite person in the world. But she's a behind-the-scenes kind of gal, not an up-close and personal. Stabbing somebody? I can't see her doing that at all.
Paul: Yeah, well, James has a way of stripping people of their humanity. He drove me to shoot him. Who's to say he didn't drive my mother to stab him? How bad are the wounds?
Margo: The condition was listed as serious, not critical.
Paul: Ah, that's good. He'll be tried and convicted. Any word on where my mother is?
Margo: No.
Paul: Yeah. I didn't think so.
Margo: You know what? Look, your mother has a life here. She has friends. She has children.
Paul: No, she can't face family and friends. She doesn't have the guts.
Margo: All right. What Barbara did was horrendous. But I know that she feels remorse.
Paul: No -
Margo: The only reason she went with Stenbeck was to exchange herself for Carly.
Paul: That's the only reason she said she went with him.
Rose: You have another option?
Paul: Maybe she's plotting whose life to destroy next. They worked together once. Who's to say they're not doing it again?!
Margo: I'll let you guys know if I hear anything else.
Paul: What? What was I supposed to say?
Rose: Ah, you're not supposed to say anything. It only matters what you feel.
Paul: You just keep reminding me of that, all right?
Rose: For the rest of your life. Hmm?
Rosanna: Hi. I'm not sure what the easiest way to do this is, so I'm just gonna say - remember me?
Paul: Rosanna? Of course. Of course I - this is my fiancée, Rose D'Angelo.
Rosanna: Oh, how do you do? I haven't had the pleasure. I'm Rosanna Cabot.
Rose: Oh, yeah. Carly's sister. I heard about you showing up. Yeah.
Rosanna: Well, you know, Parker needed me. So I just felt it was the responsible thing to do.
Rose: Well, now that Carly's home, how long are you stayin'?
Rosanna: Well, that depends. But I must admit - it's good to be back.
Camping out in an igloo - 05.20.02
Rose: Well! Here we are. Welcome to the Ritz. Wonder if they put mints on your pillow here.
Paul: Got a case of the jitters, Rose?
Rose: Me? No. It's just that last time I was in a place this sterile, they were puffin' me full of woo-woo steam and turning me into a prune is all.
Paul: Well, you just remember that you're safe here, okay? Dr. Bob is gonna take good care of you. And so am I.
Rose: I know. Yeah. Well, a couple of hours from now, I'm gonna be wrapped up like a cabbage roll, and maybe you'll get your old Rose back. Or your new Rose. Or your previous Rose. Or a new and improved Rose. I don't know.
Paul: No, there are no improvements necessary. You know what they say? A Rose is a Rose is a Rose? And I love each - and every - one of them.
Rose: I believe you. I know it took me long enough, but I do believe you.
Paul: It doesn't matter how long it took. I just want to stop talking about it and start showing you how much - how very much I love you.
Rose: You make my toes curl. You know that. But there's somethin' I wanna say. I'm doing this - you know, my face, fixin' my whole face - I'm doing it for me.
Paul: You don't have to justify yourself to me.
Rose: Hear me out, okay? I know you said you'd marry me no matter what. And you were dead serious about that.
Paul: I was. I am.
Rose: And I don't want you to think that I was doubting you even for a second, because I wasn't. It's just - I want my face back. For me. Not for you, but for me.
Paul: Okay.
Rose: And I'm here at that dance floor there, you know, I'm hearing all the music at Jake's memorial. And I'm like, "Oh!" I miss that, you know? I miss gettin' out there and, you know, shaking my tail feathers.
Paul: You could have done that.
Rose: Well, come on. Not without someone thinkin' I'm havin' a heart attack. And I miss bein' Lily's twin. You know, I never really looked at her. Really looked at her. But I do miss it. I mean, don't get me wrong - I was starting to accept the fact that I had this face and that, underneath it all, I was still Rose. You know? I can live with this face. If I had to. But I really want my old self back. This may sound a little selfish but, when the two of us are walking down the street together, I want people to say, you know, "That is one good-looking couple."
Paul: You wanna know what I want?
Rose: Yeah. What else?
Paul: No, besides that. I want you to be happy. And if that means camping out in an igloo eating fish every day, then okay. Let's do it. If it means sitting in a couple rocking chairs on the front porch, playing gin rummy, then I say deal the cards. If this is what will make you happy - go for it.
Bob: Ready, Rose?
Rose: So this is it, huh?
Bob: Well, we could wait till morning, if you need more time to -
Rose: No, no. That's all right. So this is it? I'm ready. Whatever happens - I'm not lookin' back.
The Story of Paul and Rose ::sniff:: - 05.20.02
Rose: So, you know, doc, if you're gonna rearrange my face, can you turn me into Jennifer Lopez?
Bob: Sorry, madam. I'm not a magician. I'm a mad doctor. (Rose laughs) You know, I've always wanted to say that to you.
Rose: Oh, fantastic.
Paul: And besides, I don't want Jennifer Lopez.
Rose: Oh, you know, all men want J.Lo. They just settle for something else. That's all. What if Jennifer comes in here right now, she throws herself at your feet?
Paul: I would - I'd yawn, and I'd keep talking to you.
Rose: Yeah. You'd better, because you know what'd happen? She'd have a big fat eye and fat lip like her big fat -
Paul: See, that's what I love about you.
Rose: What, my obnoxious mouth?
Paul: No, you're tough. You're tough. You say what you want, no holds barred. And that is one of the things that makes you beautiful.
Rose: You're a sweet talker.
Paul: Yeah?
Rose: Yeah. I am glad that this sweet talker is here, right here next to me. Because I need you. You never thought you'd hear me say that, did you? You know, you're my rock. And through all this craziness, I know that, even if this doesn't work out, this is still gonna be there. Yeah, you and me. I'm gettin' mushy here, but I gotta say one more thing - I gotta thank you - thank you for stickin' by me. Thank you from the bottom of my heart.
Paul: Shh.
Bob: Rose, I'm all ready if you are.
Paul: Okay.
Rose: Bring it on! And you two, no makin' jokes about things you're pointin' to that I can't see, okay? All right? Oh, boy. Paul?
Paul: Yeah, I'm right here.
Rose: See, you know how I know this is gonna work out?
Paul: How's that?
Rose: Because if, for some reason, I wake up and I'm still old, then I'm gonna have Dr. Bob put 20 years on that kisser. And we'll match. Bookends.
Paul: You've got a deal.
Rose: This feels funny.
Paul: What your face? Is it okay?
Rose: No, my head. You know what, just keep talking to me until I fall asleep, okay?
Paul: What do you want me to talk about?
Rose: Oh, I don't know - oh, you know what? I do know. Tell me a story.
Paul: What kind of a story?
Rose: Tell me the story of us.
Paul: There was once a man.
Rose: From Nantucket.
Paul: Hey you said you wanted me to talk. You want to talk or you want me to talk?
Rose: Sorry.
Paul: There once was a man, a very, very handsome man, who came from Paris, with his heart tucked safely away, because it had been wounded too many times. And in an airport, in a dusty Midwestern town, a town where nothing is ever supposed to happen, he was rescued from his loneliness by an angel from New Jersey with dark, soulful eyes and a voice like - a voice like crunchy cereal and a wardrobe straight out of Cyndi Lauper's closet.
Rose: Oh, thank you.
Paul: But she found his heart - lonely, cold, hidden. And she held it in her delicate hands and breathed life into it.
Rose: Don't stop.
Paul: She breathed life into his broken heart and made it whole.
Don't change a thing about the subject - 05.22.02
Rose: Paul?! Paul!
Paul: Yeah. I'm awake. Is everything okay?
Rose: It's just - it feels like a million needles being stuck into my face.
Paul: Well, the tingling sensation is normal.
Rose: Yeah, I know that. I know that. But I have my doubts right now. After this don't know if I believe them.
Paul: John and Bob will be in here later to take the gauze off.
Rose: Maybe they forgot a step or something. Maybe they didn't follow it perfectly.
Paul: They would not - they would not have done the therapy if they didn't think they were confident that it would succeed. You have faith.
Rose: Okay.
Paul: You know what? I have faith. You know what? You know what? I've been - I've been making some plans.
Rose: What kind of plans?
Paul: Wedding plans.
Rose: Oh, yeah? Really?
Paul: Yeah. As for the cake, I was thinking red velvet cake with grey icing in the shape of an armadillo? What do you think?
Rose: Oh, don't make me laugh, okay? It hurts. And I know you're trying to keep my mind off of this face, but please don't change the subject.
Paul: You know what, Rose? You are the subject. And don't change a thing about it.
Rose: Okay.
Cold Supper - 05.22.02/05.23.02
Paul: Hey.
Rose: Hey.
John: How're you feeling, Rose?
Rose: Where's Bob? What a minute. Where's Bob? What, did he bail out on this experiment?
John: Bob's got a board meeting this evening, Rose, so you're stuck with me. Are you ready?
Rose: Paul?
Paul: I'm right here.
Rose: All right. Okay. All right, doctor, get your rubber gloves.
John: Okay.
Rose: Let's get on with this, okay. Okay.
Carly: Rose, you're gonna be fine.
Rose: I hope so.
Rose: Hey. Come on, tell me. How - how do I look?
Paul: Perfect as always.
Rose: Oh, you're my biggest fan. I can't believe anything you say.
Carly: Give her the mirror, John.
Rose: You couldn't have gotten rid of those smile lines I had before all this happened?
John: I'm very happy for you, Rose.
Rose: Oh, come here. You tell that Dr. Bob, you tell him I owe him my life. Both of you, my life thank you so much.
John: I'll tell him.
Carly: Congratulations, honey.
Rose: Paul, it's over. I'm back to my old self.
Paul: Come here.
Paul: Are you okay? Is it sensitive?
Rose: No, no, no. It feels great. Don't stop. You know what?
Paul: What?
Rose: Dr. Bob says I can leave if I feel up to it.
Paul: Really?
Rose: Mm-hmm.
Paul: You think you're well enough to go home with me?
Rose: Let me just take a quick shower and then we'll go, okay?
Paul: All right. Can I wash your back?
Rose: Later.
Paul: Okay. I'll go take care of the paperwork.
(Paul leaves, and Rose takes out a mirror to study her new face.)
Rose: Oh, hello, you. Welcome back.
(Rose humming)
Henry (disguised as a nurse): What is that, a house key? Could've used that a couple of days ago. That's a miscellaneous - ah-ha! One big brass Worldwide key.
Paul: Hey, beautiful. Beautiful, you're officially discharged!
Rose: (from the shower) And you're officially the best!
Paul: You know what? You don't have to do that, ma'am. You don't have to do that. Ms. D'Angelo's leaving tonight.
Henry: Hmm?
Paul: Ms. D'Angelo is leaving tonight. You don't have to make her -
Henry: All right, righty-O.
Rose: Hey, who were you talkin' to?
Paul: The ugliest nurse I've ever seen in my life.
Rose: Oh, yeah? Well, I had a little case of the uglies myself just now. I - I was about to wash my face in the shower, you know. I was gonna scrub off, and then I thought, maybe I was gonna wipe off the repair job, you know? So I ran outta the shower, I took the steam off the mirror, and I looked and I saw -
Paul: And you were fine.
Rose: Me - lookin' back at me. I can't believe it.
Paul: Well, that's probably gonna happen for a little while. Little panic attacks.
Rose: Mm-hmm.
Paul: Till you realize that it's really over. Mm. What do you say we blow this popsicle stand, huh? Hmm? We go home, I got some champagne on ice. And I got the concierge setting up the table in my suite. And then after supper -
Rose: Hmm, cold supper, I hope.
Paul: Mm-hmm.
Rose: So it'll keep in case we get distracted?
Paul: Yeah, it'll keep. (cell phone rings) Mmm!
Rose: Oh!
Paul: Oh, no, this is probably Will. Hold on. He said he'd call me after his game. (answers the phone) Will?
Barbara: Hello, darling.
Paul: Mom? Where are you?
Barbara: I'm at the police station with Jack. Paul, I really need to talk to you.
Paul: I'm at the hospital with Rose.
Barbara: I understand. But since I can't really linger on the phone here, I'm - I'm hoping you can come see me, please. Paul, I need to talk to you.
Paul: I can't promising you anything. (hangs up) She's back.
Rose: Hmm. In Oakdale?
Paul: At the police station. She wants to see me.
Rose: Is she arrested?
Paul: Sounds like it.
Rose: That's great. Did she say anything about Emily?
Paul: No.
Rose: No, of course she didn't. That's - that's typical of her. You know, she doesn't care about anybody else but herself.
Paul: No, she doesn't. You know what? Get dressed. We've got a cold supper waiting.
Rose: Hey, wait a minute. Wait. Are you telling me that you're not gonna go there?
Paul: No, I'll see her tomorrow.
Rose: Wait, hold - and what? All night long, we're gonna be thinking about this? No! She's your mother, but I'm gonna tell you something. I think you should go. Go and get it out of the way. And, you know, ask her if she knows anything about Emily. And meanwhile, I'll show my face off to everybody that cares about me. All right? And then after, at the hotel, I will meet you, and I will give you a night that you will never forget. What, you don't want to?
Paul: No, of course I want to. That's all I wanna do, is celebrate with you.
Rose: We will, later, after. Look, I want you to go. Please. Just be careful. Watch her. Okay?
Paul: Okay.
Rose in Mint Condition - 05.28.02/05.29.02
Paul: Rosie! Queen of the boardwalk! Get down here!
Rose (from upstairs): Hold your horses, Paulie boy. Still gettin' gorgeous.
Lily: How about this for intro music - "the wheels on the bus go round and round"?
Paul: Here, let me look at these.
Lily: This is exciting. You know, I wish I'd been there when John and Bob did that miracle treatment. I really do.
Rose (from upstairs): Are you crazy? That was the first time in my life I wanted to keep a low profile.
Paul: Yeah, Rose thought a minimum of fanfare would be the best, just in case the procedure didn't work. Oh, here we go. Here, we got this one.
Rose: But it did. Where's that fanfare? Max it out. Hit it, Lily! And no purple dinosaurs singing, please.
Lily: Don't worry. I think we have the perfect song.
Rose: Ladies and gents - hang on to your hearts. Back by unpopular demand, l not as beautiful as her twin sister but working on it, the old but no longer old-looking Rose D'Angelo!
Paul: Yeah!
Holden: Lookin' good.
Paul: Ah. You are beautiful. Have you ever been happier to see a familiar face in all your life?
Lily: No. It's so good to have you back, Rose.
Paul: You are even prettier than before. Is that possible?
Rose: Anything is possible. Anything at all. Oh, I don't know if this day could get any better. I'll tell you that.
Aaron: Whoa! What a babe.
Rose: Oh, God. I love when I'm wrong. Did I tell you that I'm very happy that you're staying here?
Aaron: Ah. Now I get the twin thing. People ever mix you guys up?
Rose and Lily: Only when we want - them to.
(Rose and Lily laugh)
Aaron: Well, I wish I could stay, guys, but I promised Luke I'd take him to school. So, I'll catch you guys later.
Holden: That's my son, the turtle. Turtle boy. Pokes his head out, pulls it back in.
Rose: He doesn't look like a turtle, I'll tell you that. He's a good-lookin' boy. I know what it feels like to look like a turtle. It's not fun. I gotta look - (checks herself out in the mirror) Oh. Hello, hot stuff.
Lily: You happy?
Rose: I'm delirious. I can't believe this is my life.
Lily: Believe it.
Paul: 'Cause it's real.
Holden: We need to have a party. We need to celebrate.
Rose: Have you forgotten about my engagement soiree, Holden?
Holden: "Soiree," Rose? Can I do the Macarena at one of those things?
Lily: Not if you wanna stay married. I don't think so. So, have you thought about what you're gonna wear?
Paul: Ah, she could wear galoshes and a paper bag for all I care, she'd still look spectacular.
Rose: Ah. It really pays havin' a fiancé in the rag trade.
Paul: Ah, about that - I need to - I need to talk to you about that.
Lily: Oh - we'll leave you to it. Let's make sure Luke has everything he needs for school, okay? Welcome back.
Rose: You know why they left? 'Cause you look so serious. Look, if it's bad news, don't ever tell me, never. Because I'm really feeling happy right now. I wanna enjoy that.
Paul: Actually, you might think it's good news. I stepped down from B.R.O. I gave the board my notice and turned everything over to the chair. Rose?
Rose: This day just keeps getting better and better.
Paul: That's not the typical reaction from a woman who's just found out her husband-to-be is unemployed. But, then again, you're not the typical woman.
Rose: Um - you might want to sign me up for sensitivity training after I say this, but - the less we have to deal with your mother, the better. Really, I mean, you steppin' down from B.R.O., that is not unemployment. That is freedom. But - that said, this is - you put so much into that company! Are you sure this the decision that you wanna make?
Paul: You mean put myself and my future first? I've done that once before, and it turned out all right.
Rose: Oh, yeah? When was that?
Paul: When I ignored my mother and started chasing you. I didn't have any regrets then, and I don't have any now.
Rose: Mm. You know - you know why I love you so much?
Paul: My boyish charm?
Rose: Oh, that. And everything in between.
Paul: You know what I love about you?
Rose: Mm, don't say my boyish charm, please.
Paul: Your earning potential.
Rose: Oh!
Paul: I look at you, and I see dollar signs.
Rose: Really? Well, I hope you're right. Because I haven't stepped foot in worldwide in ages. So I - I hope I still have a job.
(doorbell rings)
Holden: I got it!
Lucinda: My heavens! Rose, look at you! May I?
Rose: Oh, yeah.
Lucinda: Darling - look at that. Rose in mint condition.
Rose: Oh. Like you're sellin' a car. Top notch here.
Lucinda: Might I say you look radiant, too? And I'm very happy.
Lily: Don't forget Paul. He has a lot to do with Rose's radiance.
Paul: I thought I had everything to do with it.
Lucinda: Oh, Paul, you look radiant, too, all right? Your mom is back in town. Have you seen her?
Paul: Yeah. Yeah.
Lucinda: And, and?
Paul: She's - she's holding up.
Rose: Uh, Ms. Walsh - hello?
Lucinda: Yes, darling?
Rose: I'm ready to go back to work, if you're ready to have me.
Lucinda: Oh, always, darling. Always. Although - mm. You may not want to rush right back to work. We had an intruder at Worldwide. I caught an intruder in Worldwide last night.
Rose: Are you all right?
Paul: What about security?
(talking over each other)
Holden: What's going on with all these break-ins?
Lucinda: I mean, don't get too dramatic. And don't worry about me. 'Cause there was no threat to me.
Holden: This is crazy. First Joe's place in Jersey gets hit. And now Rose's place gets broken into.
Rose: And at Worldwide? I don't like this. I don't like this one bit!
Lucinda: I know what you're thinking. And I agree with you. This is not a coincidence. Something is going on.
Paul: Well, do you know who did it?
Lucinda: As a matter of fact, I do. And he's going to be sorry that he opted to tangle with me.
Rose: Henry Coleman?! I thought he was shark bait by now!
Lucinda: Ah, no, no. He's here. He's here. And he's up to something nefarious. He said that he was looking for a letter in my special file cabinet?
Lily: Money, I could understand. But a letter? Henry was not exactly the sentimental type at WOAK.
Holden: Letters can be worth a lot.
Paul: Especially if they're used for blackmail.
Rose: Well, you don't have to worry about that. Your mother fixed that. I have nothing to hide anymore.
Lily: Did you report the break-in to the police?
Lucinda: Well, yes, last night. They said they'd keep a lookout for him, but I don't have much confidence that they're gonna take this very seriously. And, anyway, it wasn't exactly a break-in because he had a key.
Rose: There's only three people who have a key to that filing cabinet, and they're all here in this room.
Lucinda: I got mine.
Lily: Mine's in my jewelry box. I saw it this morning.
Rose: And mine is right here in my - oh. It's gone. But it was there! And I barely opened it at the hospital. So -
Lucinda: Okay. Now we know where the key was lost. And that actually fits with Henry's story. Because he said a nurse at the hospital gave him the key!
Paul: Wait, wait. That reminds me. That nurse was in your room when you were taking a shower.
Lucinda: Can you identify her? How can you be sure it's the right one?
Paul: She had a 5:00 shadow.
Lucinda: Henry?
Rose: Oh, that's it! I'm outta here.
Lucinda: Rose, where are you going in that dress?!
Rose: I'm gonna take my clothes and I'm gonna - I'm gonna kick that cross-dressing butt of Henry's! I'm gonna shake the answers out of him, or the life.
Paul: Let me handle him, okay?
Rose: No, no, let me handle you know, the one thing I learned about bad guys - once they start wearing dresses, you gotta nail 'em to the wall.
Holden: Okay, I'm off. Prenatal vitamins?
Lily: Right.
Holden: Vanilla chocolate chunk cookie dough ice cream?
Lily: Yes!
Holden: For breakfast?
Lily: Yeah. I'll share. Don't worry.
Holden: No. It's all yours. I'll be back.
Lily: Thank you.
Rose: Let's go.
Paul: Where are we going?
Rose: To my house first to see if that sniveling weasel Henry left anything behind.
Lily: Rose, you just got back from the hospital. You haven't even had breakfast yet.
Rose: I'm too angry to eat anything. And, you know, Henry Coleman really made a big mistake coming into my life. I'm so sick and tired of people picking through my life for garbage to use against me!
Lily: I know. But the police will take care of this.
Lucinda: The way they handled the Stenbeck case?
Rose: Right. Would they have caught Stenbeck if you didn't put up that reward?
Lucinda: Ha, ha.
Rose: This is something that I - I'm sorry. This is something that I have to do. You sit down. You relax. You put your feet up. It'll be fine.
Lily: I will. After I call the police.
Rose: What are you gonna do? Tell on me?
Lily: The last time I listened to you, you ended up getting kidnapped. This time, I'm not taking any chances. And neither are you.
Lily (on the phone): Margo? It's Lily Snyder. I was wondering if you had any news on the break-ins?
Lucinda: She'd do better to call the psychic hotline.
Margo: Yeah, tell Lucinda I've got Henry Coleman in custody.
Lily: You've got Henry?
Paul: Great.
Lucinda: Ask her if she needs our assistance!
Margo: No! Just stay put. I'll call if I need any help.
Lily: We are more than happy to let you do your job. Aren't we?
Rose: No gloating, no "I told you so's."
Lily: I thought that would make you happy. I'm sorry.
Rose: And no feeling sorry for me either, okay? I'm just tired of all these sickos trying to call the shots in my life. I thought the craziness was over, and I don't want it starting up again. And I refuse to be scared!
Lily: You know, last year, when Damian took Luke and Holden to Malta, I was terrified. I wouldn't have gotten through it without you. So please just let me help. Nobody likes to feel powerless.
Rose: Especially against someone like Henry Coleman. You wanna help me? All right. You tell me what he wants from me. I got nothin'. I got nothin'. I got no money. I got no stocks hidden away somewhere in some safe. I don't have that stickin' diamond anymore.
Lily: You know, maybe you do, and you don't even know it.
Lily: Okay, let's go back in history. Remember when Simon and I were stranded on that island?
Rose: Yeah.
Lily: Let's fast forward a year later. Simon goes back to save Katie, but leaves Henry behind.
Lucinda: I always said Simon had good judgment.
Lily: Rose, we've been so blind. Why was Henry on that island in the first place?
Rose: 'Cause Katie and Henry were looking for my diamond. What are you getting at here?
Lily: Maybe he's still looking for it.
Rose: Well, then he's a bigger chump than we thought because, as we know, the diamond is at the bottom of the sea, thank you very much.
Lily: Well, that's what we think. But what if - but what if Henry's behind all these break-ins because your diamond is right here in Oakdale?
Rose: What makes you think that Henry Coleman has my diamond?
Lily: We know that Katie and Henry went to the island to look for the diamond, and Katie and Simon came back, but Henry stayed - for months. And now, all of a sudden, he's back, and there's break-ins at your house, at Worldwide.
Lucinda: Henry's an idiot. I mean, come on. Find a diamond on a desert island? Please.
Paul: So what are we - what are we talking about? 10 carats, 20, what?
Rose: Oh, the size of a baby's fist. It was beautiful - flawless. He'd have a free ride for the rest of his life.
Paul: A baby's - and this is your - your diamond?
Rose: It was. Honey, it was. Long story short, my mother's mother - my birth mother - found Joe, tracked me down and gave it to Joe and put it in a box of junk for keeping, I guess. I never knew anything, you know? Most of my life, I thought it was just this big hunk of glass. I guess my grandmother knew, you know, "Someday this girl will figure it out." And I did, only to let it slip through my hands when Simon and his crazy sister showed up.
Lily: Simon's sister drowned, taking the diamond with her, supposedly.
Rose: Yeah, and it floated up to the surface somehow. I want it back. I mean, it's - it's the only thing I have of my grandmother's. And if that little weasel thinks he can get his paws on something that's not supposed to be his in the first place -
Paul: Man, I feel sorry for that guy.
Lucinda: Rose, you're marrying the right guy.
Paul: All right, all right. So what I don't understand is why would he come back here? He has the diamond. Why not cash it in? Why put himself in jeopardy?
Lucinda: Exactly, because diamonds are negotiable, even a fabulous one like this one. He could have it cut up. He could sell it. He could take the proceeds and go to Las Vegas. But he's not doing that, is he?! Henry is here, rummaging around, looking for a letter.
Lily: What letter?
Lucinda: He didn't say.
Lily: Okay, but it couldn't be Worldwide business. Why would they break into Rose's father's house?
Paul: What about - what about something from your past, something that you would have brought with you?
Lucinda: He'd want to blackmail Rose about something?
Rose: We already went over this, remember? No, my past is an open book.
Paul: Oh, what about the box of stuff your dad sent?
Rose: Nothing. No, no, yearbooks and dance costumes. That's it.
(cell phone rings)
Lucinda (answers her phone): Yeah?
Margo: Lucinda, it's Margo Hughes. I am questioning Henry Coleman.
Lucinda: Oh, good, Margo. Has he told you yet what he's after?
Margo: No, not yet, but he did tell me that Rose is in danger.
Lucinda: Of what? Not him. Not him, he's a twit. He's a wimp.
Margo: He seems to be implying that there are greater forces at work. What, he won't say, but he is scared so I thought that maybe if you and Rose could come give him a little push - could you come down to the station?
Lucinda: Rose, Margo wants to know if you'd care to come and question Henry personally.
Rose: Question him? I'll rip his tongue out.
Lucinda: You heard that. We're on our way. (hangs up)
Lily: I'll just leave a note for Holden.
Lucinda: No, you - you'll do nothing of the kind.
Paul: I'll take Rose and Lucinda down to the station.
Lucinda: And you are going to sit right here, young lady. You're just going to sit here. Put your feet up.
Rose: And I will call you if we find out anything, okay?
Two of a Kind - 05.29.02
Rose: There he is!
Henry: And I need a paddle to get out - (throws down the phone and runs into the interrogation room and hides behind Margo)
Henry: It's your sworn duty to protect the citizens of this planet.
(all yelling)
Paul: Settle down! Settle down! Hey, Rose! Whoo! She's a pit bull, isn't she? Hey, I don't believe we've met. I'm Paul Ryan. (extends his hand)
Henry: It's a pleasure. Paul, it's nice to know that someone in Rose's company has some manners.
Paul: Don't mistake me, Mr. Coleman. I'm not looking for a confrontation. But if you don't cooperate, I won't have a choice, will I?
Henry: I live to cooperate. I am your rollover guy. That's quite a grip you got there, Paulie. This guy's a kidder, right, Rose?
Rose: Don't bet on it.
Paul: Mr. Coleman, you're going to tell us about this letter.
Henry: My violin career - would you go easy, please?
Lucinda: Give Rose five minutes with him, and we'll get the word.
Henry: Would you calm down, grandma?
(Henry shrieks in pain.)
Paul: Why don't you sit down? Yeah, why don't you sit down?
Henry: Ow! Ow! Okay, all right. All right. I'll talk, I'll talk, I'll talk, I'll talk. Only to Rose, for five minutes. Please, Rose, that's all I need, that - that and a hand surgeon!
Paul: Sweetheart, Mr. Coleman has made you an offer. Are you interested?
Lucinda: I say we get the felon arraigned first.
Henry: No, no. No, no, no. We don't want to do that. What I have to say to Rose - if I don't rupture an artery first - is strictly entre nous. Time is of the essence, Rose, if you know what I mean.
Paul: And you will conduct yourself like a gentleman in the presence of my fiancée?
Henry: Oh, I'll be perfect. I'll be perfect.
Paul: Rose?
Rose: Sure, why not?
Henry (relieved sigh): Ice pack?
Margo: I'll get you a hanky, Henry. You've got five minutes, Rose, on the clock.
Paul: And I will be right outside.
Henry: You would marry such a person?
Rose: We're two of a kind. And don't forget it. Talk!
Henry: I have your diamond.
(Paul walks back in.)
Henry: You know I - I am gonna press charges.
Paul: Shut up. How's it going?
Rose: I'm not quite sure.
Paul: Oh, your father called. He's at the airport. He caught an earlier flight. Lucinda wanted to go pick him up.
Rose: No, no, no. Wait, you go with her, please? Would you please? Would you mind? Because with my pop, she'll drive him crazy. She'll make a bigger deal of this whole Henry thing than it is. Please?
Paul: You gonna be okay?
Rose: Oh, yeah, now that you softened him up, I can peel him like a grape.
Paul: I feel sorry for you, pal.
Engagement Party Toast - 05.31.02
Paul: Everybody! I hope everybody has a glass of champagne, because tonight, we're gonna celebrate. Now, I know that we're supposed to be here tonight celebrating my engagement to the most beautiful woman in the world. But I can't help but think that tonight - tonight is for all of us. You know, I know we've - we've all had times where we thought that we'd never be together like this again. But you know what? Here we are -happy, strong, surrounded by friends. So, tonight, I want to make a toast - a toast to friends. For picking up where we left off, never letting go, never giving up, and moving on with the best times of our lives.