>> Kate: Oh, Gabi. That didn't take long.
What, did you smell Jake's rise to power
all the way in Arizona?
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>> Ben: Allie? >> Allie: Ben, hey.
>> Ben: Hey. Um, I don't want
to bother you or anything. I just--
just wanted to ask if you're all right.
>> Allie: Why? >> Ben: I'm sorry, um,
I don't mean to butt in like this.
It's just that... I helped Dr. Evans get Claire
away from that Charlie creep. She told me
what he had done. >> Allie: Well, thank you
for helping her. And, um, I guess
the answer is... I'm not all right.
>> Ben: I'm sorry. >> Allie: I was so sure
it was Tripp. And now I might have accused
the wrong guy. And if I did, then that means
that my baby's father is a lunatic who tied up
his own mother and drugged her and is now out on bail.
So no, no, I'm not doing too great.
>> Charlie: Hey... Claire.
>> Abigail: Chad, if you know why, just tell me.
>> Chad: I think your parents should be here.
>> Abigail: They're out. >> Chad: Where?
>> Abigail: I don't know. My dad just yelled up the stairs
they were leaving. I mean, does it matter?
I'm not gonna fall apart. After everything Gwen has done
to me, how bad can it be? >> Chad: I think
you should sit down. >> Abigail: Just tell me.
Why does Gwen hate me so much? >> Chad: Rolf said Gwen thinks
that your dad is her father.
>> Gwen: Would you like a glass of wine?
I could phone room service. >> Jack: Knock it off.
>> Gwen: You know, the service is truly just terrific here.
On New Year's Eve, there was candlelight.
There was champagne. >> Jack: I said knock it off!
>> Jennifer: Jack! You were about to tell us
why you did what you did, what you could possibly
have against Abigail. >> Gwen: Well, actually,
it's not just Abigail. You see, Jack,
when I saw your letter that you wrote to Kate,
I thought, "Oh, this is so touching.
The whole world should know what a very kind,
thoughtful man you are." >> Jack: Okay.
You got a beef with me, with us. Okay.
Why in God's name take it out on Abigail?
>> Gwen: Oh, Abigail. [scoffs]
That's all you care about, isn't it?
Abigail, your precious daughter, Abigail.
Guess what. She may be your daughter,
but so am I. >> Jack: [scoffs]
I have no idea what you're talking about.
>> Gwen: [chuckles softly] Yeah, I thought
you'd try to deny it, especially in front of her.
>> Jack: No, no, I mean I literally--I mean I-I really
don't know-- >> Gwen: You know exactly
what I am talking about. You knocked up my mum
and you waltzed off. I am the kid
that you threw away.
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