Erica: Thank you all so much for coming here this afternoon. I promise you won't be disappointed when we unveil our new Enchantment campaign in just a few moments.
Reporter: Miss Kane?
Erica: Yes.
Reporter: We were told something about a mother-daughter slant.
Erica: Well, you're right, Steve. You're absolutely right. But you have to be patient. My beautiful daughter, Bianca, will be here any minute now. And in the meantime, please help yourself to these wonderful hors d'oeuvres and the drinks. Thank you.

Bruce: This is going to take all day. Damn kid of hers always screws everything up.
Erica: Bruce?
Bruce: Hmm. Hello, Erica.
Erica: What are you doing here? You're not authorized to cover this campaign. I replaced you.
Bruce: I'm working for one of the trades now, Erica.
Erica: Oh, really? We, then, may I suggest that you actually do some work before they see how much you talk and how little you capture on film.

Bruce: I captured plenty on film in that shoot with your daughter. Just nothing we could use.

Brooke: Hey, good-looking.
Jack: Hey, Brooke, how you doing?
Brooke: Good.
Jack: Don't tell me "Tempo" is covering this circus.
Brooke: Covering this? Covering what? I'm just here for lunch.
Jack: Ah, well, that makes more sense.
Brooke: What is she up to?
Jack: She is up to introducing Bianca to the press as part of a mother-daughter campaign for Enchantment.
Brooke: Well, she should be taking her daughter to a therapist.
Jack: Brooke, what the hell does that mean?
Brooke: Bianca needs help. She's the one who pushed Laura overboard.
Jack: And you're telling me that Erica knows this?
Brooke: Oh, yes, but Erica's in her usual state of denial and Bianca is the one who is suffering for that.

Erica: How dare you. How dare you.

Bianca: Sarah. What are you doing here?
Sarah: Is your mom home?
Bianca: No.
Sarah: Can I come in? Sarah: It's -- it's just what I expected it would be.
Sarah: You must have known I was coming.
Bianca: How?
Sarah: That outfit. It's not your usual sweatpants and T-shirt in the afternoon.
Bianca: Sarah, what's going on?
Sarah: I brought you a Christmas present. Go ahead.
Bianca: Are you trying to make me cry?
Sarah: No. No. Just open it, please
. Sarah: It's a new journal for your new memories.
Sarah: She's everywhere, isn't she?
Bianca: It's her house.
Sarah: That's not what I meant.
Bianca: Sarah, did you drive all the way from Boston to give me this?
Sarah: I needed to tell you something in person.
Bianca: Sarah, please don't do this.
Sarah: I want to tell you what's going on. You deserve that.
Bianca: What? Has something happened?
Sarah: Yeah. My mom sort of lost it on me when you left New York. She went off on your mom and the phone call and the fact that you came to the city. I guess -- I guess she was afraid I was going to run away with you or something.
Bianca: What'd she say?
Sarah: She decided to move the date of the wedding up. She's changing everything, all the plans.
Bianca: To when?
Sarah: Tomorrow.
"Christmas Eve would be a perfect day to be married." I guess she thinks that'll seal it, that I'll shut down my feelings and that I'll never be able to turn back.
Bianca: You said that's what you wanted. You said that's what you had to do.
Sarah: That's what I said.
Bianca: So, it's a good thing, right?
Sarah: Good for my mom. Good for Ian.
Bianca: And what about you, Sarah?
Sarah: I guess I'm letting other people decide about that.
Bianca: So what is this? Are you asking --
Sarah: Yes. Yes, I am. I need your help, Bianca. Please.

Adam: Oh, Lieutenant, you probably haven't heard. Well, how could you have heard? Arlene and I are divorced. We have no further need for contact.
Derek: Well, that's really not why I'm here.
Adam: Well, you were inquiring about her and I'm telling you that she's gone. She's out of the country, I believe. No longer in touch. We were really on our way out. It's a rather important day in our lives for Liza and me. We're remarrying today.
Derek: Congratulations.
Adam: Thank you. Thank you very much. Good luck with your search. Lieutenant, we really were on our way out.
Derek: Yeah, well, there's a few questions I need to ask your ex-wife, Adam. And I need to find out where she is.
Adam: I don't know where the hell she is and I don't care.
Hayley: You know exactly where she is. You just came from seeing her. Why don't you just tell Derek where to find her?
Adam: All right, all right, I -- I did see Arlene. It certainly wasn't a social call. I tracked her down to get her to sign some divorce papers. She complied and I walked away and didn't look back. And I certainly don't want to look back today the day that Liza and I are starting over. I'm sure you can understand that.
Derek: I understand you still haven't told me where Arlene is.
Adam: Amsterdam, the last I heard.
Derek: So -- so you went to the Netherlands to get your divorce papers signed?
Adam: I would have gone to the Arctic Circle if necessary. It's that simple.
Derek: Can I have her address?
Adam: Unfortunately, I don't have it. We met at a cafe.
Derek: You flew across the Atlantic to have a coffeehouse meeting?
Adam: Yes, our attorneys arranged it.
Derek: Convenient.
Adam: Well, hardly. I couldn't have been there more than 10 minutes and I walked away hoping it was the last 10 minutes I would ever have to think about her. Is this the last time I'll ever have to think about her, Lieutenant?
Derek: Did you know your brother filed a missing persons report on Arlene?
Marian: What?
Adam: Stuart reported Arlene missing?
Derek: Yeah. Apparently he was worried about her. The manager of the Pine Cone Motel gave him a call and he went to see her. She was gone, but her things were still there. She didn't have much, but she did have a pretty valuable painting that Stuart gave her. That was gone. None of you knew anything about this?
Marian: Well, I can tell you why we didn't know anything about it. You see, I was very upset with Arlene for what she did to Stuart last summer. And, so, maybe Stuart gave her that painting without telling us because he knew we wouldn't be sympathetic to Arlene's situation.
Derek: Oh, well, he called me last night and he dropped the missing person's report. He found out that Arlene was in Amsterdam. He figured she was ok.
Adam: You knew where she was all along.
Liza: Adam, don't.
Adam: No, no, please, really. He comes in here knowing the answers and tries to what, to test us? To what end, Lieutenant?
Derek: I want to know why she left the country, how she left the country with nothing but the clothes on her back. Don't any of you find this out of character?
Hayley: I find it very out of character, I do. My mother hoards everything, especially because she never has anything for very long.
Adam: This woman has a storied past with the bottle. Now, is it so unreasonable to think that someone who hasn't been sober since Nixon was in office might leave a few things behind when she skips town? Please! All of this -- this insinuation and innuendo, it's demeaning, and we have a wedding to go to.
Derek: Did any of you see Arlene on the yacht the night of the fundraiser? I'm sorry, it's not a rhetorical question.
Adam: Where the hell are you going with this, Derek?
Derek: I'll tell you, Adam. A necklace was stolen on the yacht that night, a very expensive necklace, and need to speak to Arlene to ask her if she knows anything about it.

Hayley: No more.

[Hayley gasps]

Hayley: No more.

Bianca: Help you? How?

[Sarah sighs]

Sarah: I can't believe this is happening to me.
Bianca: Sarah, nothing is happening to you that you can't stop. Sarah, did Ian try to do something to you?
Sarah: No, this is not about Ian. He would never hurt me or anybody else.
Bianca: Well, then what do you want from me? You broke up with me. I told you what I want, what I would do to make it happen, and you're marrying Ian tomorrow.
Sarah: You think I want that? You think I want to be with someone I'm not in love with? You think I want to do that to another person?
Bianca: Sarah, wake up. That's what you're doing. If you know that it's wrong, that you can't do it and still be happy, then you have to change it.
Sarah: I can't!
Bianca: Why not?
Sarah: Because I'm not -- I'm not as strong as you are, Bianca.

[Sarah sighs]

Sarah: My mother keeps telling me that everything is going to be fine, that my wedding day will be the happiest day of my life. Except -- that's already happened -- with you.
Bianca: So what? Do you want me to make up your mind for you?
Sarah: I want you! I want what we had. I want that with you. And I'll never be what my mom wants me to be. Maybe you can pull that off with your mom, but I can't.
Bianca: Whoa. You think I'm who my mom wants me to be?
Sarah: Look at you. You're even starting to dress like her.
Bianca: It's not me, Sarah. And it wouldn't be me if you had come with me that afternoon in New York. I'm here and I'm doing this because I don't have you.
Sarah: I'm here now.
Bianca: What are you saying? Sarah, listen to me. I don't think I could take it if you said that and you didn't really mean it.
Sarah: Bianca, I cannot marry Ian tomorrow.
Bianca: Sarah --
Sarah: Not unless you help me through it. Help me to be strong, like you are.
Bianca: Sarah, what are you trying to do to me?
Sarah: I know you can pull this off. You can be anything your mom wants you to be for as long as you have to while you're in her house and then you can move on and you can be yourself. I know this about you.
Bianca: You don't know anything.
Sarah: You gave me an out and I didn't take it. You would have run away with me that day. Can't you see? You can survive anything. I can't. If I had said yes, you would have gone with me. I know it.
Bianca: But you didn't. Now look at me.
Sarah: It's not going to stay this way. You and I both know it. But I don't have it in me to be who I am. I have to be somebody else.
Bianca: Sarah, I don't know what you want from me.
Sarah: I want you to say it's going to be ok. I want you to tell me that I'm not going to be unhappy for the rest of my life. I want you to let me go.
Bianca: Sarah -- I can't do that. I love you and that has never changed, not for one minute.
Sarah: See how you can just say what you feel and own it? That's why you're going to be ok, Bianca -- because of that. You're going to be able to tell your mom the truth about yourself someday because you believe what's in your own heart. I don't, and I just --
Bianca: Sarah, you're so wrong about me! You came here for my help. I can't even help myself.

Jack: All right, wait, wait, whoa, whoa, whoa. Now, what's going on here, please?
Erica: Are you just going to stand here, Jack? You're going to listen to this slander?
Jack: Brooke, I got to tell you I'm having a hard time believing this story.
Brooke: Jack, it's all over the news. The majority of people on board the boat that night were under the influence of that drug, that Libidozone, and apparently Bianca saw Leo and Laura kissing on the deck and she got jealous and she acted out.
Erica: Bianca would never be jealous of Laura and Leo kissing. There is nothing between Leo and my daughter, Bianca. Nothing whatsoever. So even if she had been accidentally drugged, there is no motive. I mean, this whole thing is so preposterous --
Jack: Can I talk to you for just a second, please? Excuse us, Brooke, just a minute, just a minute.

Erica: Yes.
Jack: Listen to me for a minute, please. I have read accounts of how many people on that boat were drugged. I, myself, was drugged on that boat. I was affected, myself, if you will recall.
Erica: Affected so much that you would push somebody overboard?
Jack: Just hear me out. Let's say that Bianca was influenced by this drug and she saw Leo and Laura kissing --
Erica: I can't believe you would even entertain this notion that Bianca was jealous of Laura and Leo kissing.
Jack: Erica, what I'm trying -- what I'm trying to say -- it's a little complicated, you know?
Erica: No. I don't know.
Jack: I think that maybe Bianca doesn't have feelings for Leo. I think maybe she has feelings for Laura.
Erica: Are you out of your mind?

[Erica slaps Jack across the face]

Erica: How can you say such a thing?
Jack: I am not saying that I believe Brooke's story about Bianca pushing her into the water. What I'm saying is we have been seeing certain signs from your daughter and from other people. Now, your daughter is obviously struggling, honey. Bianca is struggling with something. It's clear. Now, I'll tell you what I think she's struggling with. Her sexuality.

Mateo: You ok? Why don't I get you out of here?
Hayley: No, not yet.
Adam: Although it makes me all warm inside knowing that Palmer Cortlandt is out half a million dollars, it doesn't really concern us. We -- none of us saw Arlene on the yacht that night. Someone else got the necklace.
Derek: You know, it's not a stretch to think that you might be covering something up, Adam.
Marian: Derek, this family was in the middle of a major battle with Arlene the night of that party. Surely if we saw her onboard, you would have heard that from us.
Liza: You know, my mother is right. Arlene isn't hard to miss.
Derek: Apparently so. Is that why you told Vanessa Cortlandt that you saw Arlene on board that night?
Marian: I never told her that. She's lying. That woman must be out of her mind. I -- I saw her at Greenlee's loft yesterday, but I did not say anything of the kind. I don't even know what she's talking about.

Mateo: What's up?
Hayley: I remember something. When -- when I was fighting with my mother, she was wearing that necklace.
Mateo: Are you sure?
Hayley: I had my hands around her neck, remember?
Mateo: Well, then she stole it.
Hayley: Right, and that's how she got the money to get out of the country. We've got to tell Derek this.
Mateo: Well, let's be sure that --
Hayley: I am sure! I am sure.

Adam: Derek, if you hear anything, if we hear anything at all about this, you'll be the first to know.
Hayley: Derek, wait. There's more.

Bianca: Sarah, are you blind? What am I able to do that you can't? I live a lie in this house because my mom can't know that I love you. She -- she can't hear that I'm gay -- not now, not ever. And you want to know how I know that? Because I've tried telling her so many times. I have tried to say, "mom, I want you to know who I am. I want you to know Sarah because I know that if you could see how special she is, there is no way that you couldn't love her, too." But I can't do that because she would fall apart. My mom can't accept who I am, Sarah, and you won't accept us, so where does that leave us?
Sarah: You'll be able to tell her. You're strong enough to do it. I know you are.
Bianca: Sarah, would you just shut up? I'm not strong! You're not strong. The only thing that is strong here is our fear, and it's winning, Sarah. We're letting it win.
Sarah: Remember when we ran away from the hospital to the school ground next door and played on the swing?
Bianca: Yeah, I remember.
Sarah: I pushed you, and you laughed so hard.
Sarah: You kept saying you were trying to kick the stars with your feet.
Bianca: Yeah. And you said I couldn't.
Sarah: And you said you could do anything. That's the difference between you and me. I don't know if this is the right thing to say right now --
Bianca: Just say whatever.
Sarah: I still love you.
Bianca: I know. I know you do.

[Door opens]

Erica: What are you doing in my house, Sarah?
Sarah: Miss Kane, I -- I --
Erica: Haven't you caused us all enough pain? Really.
Sarah: I was just here from Philadelphia bringing her a gift, that's all.
Erica: Maybe I didn't make myself clear enough in New York. You are not welcome in my home, even with a gift.
Bianca: Mom, please don't do this.
Erica: I have a dozen reporters and photographers waiting at the Valley Inn. Thanks to you, Sarah, Bianca is late for a very important debut.
Bianca: Mom, don't do this now.
Erica: Do you have any idea what an important event in her life you're interrupting, Sarah? Do I have to call my personal security guards to make sure that you leave?
Bianca: Mom, stop!
Sarah: No, no. It's ok. I'm leaving. Bianca --
Erica: Just leave, Sarah.
Sarah: I'm sorry I came here.
Erica: You should be.
Sarah: I never meant to hurt you. I never did, not for a minute.
Bianca: No, Sarah, wait! We have to talk!

Erica: We have to get to the Valley Inn, Honey.
Bianca: No!
Bianca: Sarah, this is it? This is it? We can do this. We can -- we can do this now, Sarah. You don't have to get married. You don't have to -- Sarah!

Erica: Oh, you know, a stylist can go over this before you have to go in front of the cameras, Honey. And the stylist will just make everything right again and just, you know, smooth it all out. Oh, my beautiful daughter. You don't have to worry about anything, honey. Mommy's here. And I love you. Oh, I just can't wait for the world to see you. The limo is waiting in the driveway and Uncle Jack the Valley Inn. And you know what else, Honey? You know what else? Your father would have been so proud of you. Oh, he would have loved to see you just this way.
Erica: Bianca?
Erica: Bianca, what are you doing?

Jack: Folks, if I could have your attention for just a moment. As you might imagine, scheduling, when it's involving a high school student, can be sketchy at best. But I do guarantee you that Erica and Bianca will be here shortly and I thank you very much for your patience. There's more champagne, food, enjoy. Thank you.

Jack: Oh, I don't know why I do it.
Brooke: You don't?
Jack: She slaps me in public and I help her fend off the wolves. I mean, I'm either incredibly loyal or incredibly stupid. I don't know which.
Brooke: Or in love?
Jack: What?
Brooke: You never got over Erica, Jack. Not really. Listen, I hope you can help Bianca because I'm not sure that her mother can.

Hayley: You asked if anyone had seen Arlene on the yacht that night --
Adam: Sweetheart, what are you doing?
Hayley: And I did. I saw her. She was wearing that necklace that you said was stolen from Vanessa Cortlandt.
Derek: Are you sure it was the pearl necklace you saw?
Hayley: Yeah.
Adam: No, she can't say that. She doesn't know what she's saying.
Mateo: Adam, Adam.
Adam: She -- she took a drug like everyone else on the boat that night. She was drugged. She was hallucinating.
Hayley: What the hell are you doing?
Adam: I -- I'm trying to explain to Det. Frye that what you think you remember is not to be trusted.
Derek: I'd like to hear what Hayley has to say. Hayley, where on the yacht did you see your mother? On deck?
Adam: No, no. That's it. Mateo, take your wife upstairs. Mateo, do as I say.
Mateo: Go ahead, speak.
Adam: Liza, you take her out of here.
Hayley: No!
Adam: Go on.
Hayley: No. No! Stop this. I want to tell Derek the truth about everything.
Derek: That would be refreshing.
Adam: No. No. Not in this house. If you're going to question my daughter or anyone else in this house, you need a court order. Now, I am asking you to leave.
Derek: Hayley, would you like to come with me down to the station to talk?
Adam: Did you hear me, Derek?
Derek: You know, you can come with me now or you can wait for me to get a subpoena. It's up to you.
Adam: No! Until you get a court order in my house, it's up to me. I want you to get the hell out of here.
Derek: Hayley, I'll be really anxious to hear what you have to say. And I will hear it.

Hayley: What just happened here? What do you all know that I don't know? I mean, I know that I saw Arlene wearing that necklace, and you all know how I know that, right? Because I saw it as I was choking her!
Adam: Is that what you were going to tell Det. Frye, that you were choking your mother to death?
Hayley: No, I wasn't going to tell him that I was choking her to death because she didn't die. Right?
Hayley: Mateo, what the hell is going on?
Mateo: You should know the truth.
Adam: Mateo, are you trying to destroy my family?
Hayley: You said it was time for me to hear the truth.
Adam: This is the truth.
Hayley: Then you tell me the truth.
Adam: The truth -- the truth is that your mother came on to your husband and you lost control. And you choked her because you were the first one there. Anybody else in this room would have gladly choked her for you.
Marian: That's true, Hayley. Your mother has made all of our lives miserable.
Hayley: No, that's not it. There's more to this.
Adam: No, there is no more.
Liza: Adam, don't.
Hayley: I choked my mother, and she passed out, but then she got up, right? She got up and she went to Amsterdam, and you saw her there, right?
Mateo: No, he didn't.
Adam: What are you doing?
Mateo: He didn't see her in Europe.
Adam: Why are you doing this?
Liza: Don't.
Mateo: Listen, Hayley, Hayley, I know you can handle this. You know I love you, right?
Adam: Then shut up. If you love your wife, then don't say another word.

Erica: You know, Honey, you're right. What good instincts you have. Of course your hair should be down. Should be down. And if it's down and these earrings don't work, so we'll get other earrings, we'll have them redo our hair, and -- and they'll just make everything perfect. They'll make everything right. What -- what, may I ask, do you think you're doing?
Bianca: This isn't me, Mom. It never was.
Erica: Well, all right, Bianca. Just tell me what look it is you're going for and I'll have the stylist come up with something different. I mean, they're magicians.
Bianca: No. No, Mom.
Erica: No matter what because -- "No, Mom," what?
Bianca: I have to tell you something.
Erica: But I have to go. I can't keep those people waiting any longer than I have.
Bianca: I'm not going.
Erica: Of course you're going. We're going. We're going together. This is what we wanted. The perfect mother and daughter for all the world to see.
Bianca: I don't want the world to see me, Mom. I want you to see me.
Erica: This is what we wanted.
Bianca: No. No, this is what you wanted. I never did.
Erica: What in God's name are you doing, Bianca? Have you lost your mind?
Bianca: Look at me.
Erica: I don't want to look at you. I want you to go --
Bianca: Look at me.
Bianca: I want you to see who I am, Mother. Can you see who I am? Can you? I'm trying to show you.
Erica: Oh, Honey, there is something wrong. There is something terribly wrong with you.
Bianca: No. No. You just won't look.
Erica: I am looking. I'm looking at my daughter standing half naked in my living room when we have a press conference. We have dozens of reporters and magazine editors waiting --
Bianca: Mom, were you listening to David when he tried to tell you who I was? Or Uncle Jack?
Erica: Bianca, what are you doing? What are you trying to say?

[Bianca sighs]

Bianca: You know. Please, please. I'm your daughter. Yours and Daddy's. And I really believe that he would be proud of me, just like you said. Just not for the reasons that you think.

[Bianca sighs]

Bianca: Mother.
Bianca: Look at me. I'm exactly who you always knew. I'm still your baby and I still love you.
Erica: I don't know exactly I -- I just know that I have to go. I have people waiting for me. I have responsibilities --
Bianca: And you have a daughter who you won't see! Is that what you want, Mom? Is it?

Adam: Arlene practically tried to kill you she tried to ruin your life. Don't let her win now.
Hayley: Win what? Win what?
Adam: She was impossibly cruel to you, over and over. Remember that. In spite of all the chances you gave her.
Hayley: Was?
Mateo: Hayley --

[Mateo sighs]

Mateo: Your dad's right. I mean, your mom, she never -- she never was a good mother. -- not once, not to you. And she didn't walk off that boat that night.
Adam: Mateo --
Mateo: Shut up. When you -- when you choked her, she -- she didn't wake up. She -- she died, Hayley. Hayley: Oh --
oh -- I killed my own mother?

Erica: I don't know why you're doing this to me. I mean, I'm hanging on by a thread here.
Bianca: This is not about you, Mom.
Erica: The hell it isn't! Well, I'll tell you this. I will not let my company down and I will not let my fans down and I will not let myself down. I'll just do what I've always done. I'll just do it alone.
Bianca: Have you always loved me, Mom? Have you?
Erica: How could you even ask me a question like that?
Bianca: Do you love me now?
Erica: Bianca!
Bianca: Do you?
Erica: Yes!
Bianca: I'm gay.


ON THE NEXT - - - - ALL MY CHILDREN

Dixie: Merry Christmas! Hi!
Tad: Ho, ho, ho!

Bianca: Turn around. Face me. Face who I am.

Liza: If you tell the police, we'll all go to jail. Now, is that really what you want?

Ryan: Merry Christmas, Princess.