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Another World Transcript Tuesday 4/3/07
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Proofread By Ebele
Sharlene: Somebody took -- I was writing a note for John. I had it here, I put him on the -- in his seat here at the couch, and he was gone when I turned around.
Peg: Maybe Claire has him. She's crazy about --
Sharlene: Who would take my child without telling me? No, please, would you check with security, call them? I'm going to check the fire stairs. Please help her.
Peg: This is Nurse Peg at the third floor nurses' station. Um, a baby is miss --
Taylor: Sleep, baby.
Cass: Carlos, will you listen to me? Kathleen was here but then she took off without her guard. Yes, I would love to know how she ditched him myself. Well, look, if you hear anything, let me know, ok? Thanks. Well?
Keith: We don't know how she got past us, Mr. Winthrop.
Cass: Where could she -- oh, no.
Keith: What's wrong?
Cass: I hope I'm mistaken, but I think I know where she went.
Carl: Please, won't you come in?
Carl: If you would like to drink, I'll gladly uncork a champagne. If you're hungry, I'm sure I could whip up a fair pesto sauce.
Kathleen: Cut the galloping gourmet act, Carl. I didn't come here for cocktails or hors d'oeuvres.
Carl: Of course you didn’t. Then may I ask what did you come for?
Kathleen: This has got to stop.
Carl: This? I don't understand.
Kathleen: Ryan Harrison was shot tonight, and you've already killed Joe.
Carl: Are you serious? Is Joe dead?
Kathleen: Tell me your terms. What will it take to get you out of town?
Vicky: There you go. Nice and cozy. Are you comfy, my little sweet petunia?
Ryan: I can't move.
Vicky: I did it too tight?
Ryan: Yeah, you planted me.
Vicky: I'm sorry.
John: Well, it looks like you're going to live, Ryan.
John: If my niece doesn't smother you to death.
Ryan: Listen, I was really hoping that I could get out of here.
Ryan: Yeah, could I?
John: Yeah, in your dreams.
Ryan: No, I've -- look, there are a lot of --
John: Jamie's recommendation was 24 hours, maybe more.
Ryan: I'm a really bad patient.
Vicky: I'll make you a good patient.
John: I'm going to go check on the blood test we took and make sure that there's no infection in the wound.
Ryan: Listen, the nurse with the really great -- the bangs -- um, said that there's an antibiotic in this I.V.?
John: It's precautionary.
Vicky: What nurse was this?
Ryan: The one who got me out of my pants and into this bed.
John: He needs to rest. Don't make me scold you.
Vicky: Oh, yes, sir, Uncle John.
John: I'm serious. Listen, you try to get some rest and I'll go and talk to the nurse with the -- bangs, and --
Vicky: Don't you dare!
John: Tell her that you're asking for her.
Vicky: [Laughs] Meanie.
Donna: More flowers!
Vicky: Where did you get those?
Donna: I have my resources.
Donna: How are you feeling?
Ryan: I'm fine. They just won't let me go home.
Donna: Well, I know a hospital isn't the nicest place to spend the evening, but listen to what the doctors say, all right?
Ryan: Thanks for the flowers, Donna.
Donna: You're welcome. I was very worried about you.
Vicky: Yes, she was. She came as soon as she heard.
Ryan: Well, that's what you get when your daughter dates a cop.
Donna: Well, I'm grateful that she has you.
Vicky: Please don't get all weepy on us now, please --
Donna: Oh, hush up. Hush up. I see a lot of your father in Ryan. Let me just say that I'm -- I know how much Ryan cares for you, and --
Donna: And how that kind of love is very precious --
Donna: And it only happens once in a lifetime, and I just want you to enjoy it and enjoy each other.
Vicky: Thank you.
Ryan: That means a lot to me, Donna.
Donna: I don't want you to take any chances now, you hear?
Vicky: Yes, do you hear that?
Ryan: Now look who's taking chances?
Ryan: I know where you were earlier tonight.
Donna: Do you?
Ryan: What could you have been thinking, going over to Carl Hutchins' suite alone?
Michael: I'd like to know the answer to that question myself.
Peg: Dr. Benson!
Taylor: Oh, Peg, do you know little Gregory Hudson!
Peg: Taylor, it's -- his mother is frantic.
Peg: Well, she -- how could you take her baby away without telling her about it?
Taylor: Take him away? What -- what are you talking about, Peg?
Peg: Dr. Hudson's wife thinks someone stole the baby.
Taylor: Well, that's ridiculous. She was writing John a note, the baby was fussy -- I just walked him once around the floor.
Peg: Without telling her.
Taylor: Well -- you know, I was afraid this was going to happen to her.
Taylor: Oh, I can't really talk about it, Peg, but you know that Sharlene was my patient.
Peg: Well, I heard she was doing much better.
Taylor: Well, I wish that was true.
Peg: Look, I have to find her.
Taylor: Well, don't worry, Gregory and I are going to go find her now, aren't we? Good.
Peg: Why don't I take him and I'll have her paged back to the desk?
Taylor: You do that and the hospital staff is going to be buzzing about this in ten minutes.
Peg: But she --
Taylor: Please, Peg. For Sharlene's sake, let's just keep this episode as quiet as we can.
Peg: I had no idea she was still in treatment.
Taylor: Well, that's the problem. She's not. We'll go find Sharlene, I'll explain to her the situation, and she'll realize that she's overreacted again. Come on, Gregory.
Carl: But I don't wish to leave Bay City, Kathleen. I'm having a lot of fun catching up on old friends.
Kathleen: And bumping off new ones?
Carl: Look, I'm very sorry to hear about your friend Joe, but I assure you I know nothing of his passing.
Kathleen: He mattered to me, Carl.
Carl: Yes, well, ah -- that much I did know.
Kathleen: Ok. You win.
Carl: Sorry? I what?
Kathleen: You've won. I'll give you what you want.
Carl: [Chuckles] Really -- what do you -- what do you mean, you've got a wish list for me?
Kathleen: Just ask me, Carl. Ask me straight out, and if I can help you, I will.
Carl: You want to help me? The man that you've accused publicly of killing your lover?
Kathleen: On one condition. That you do not hurt anyone else that I care about.
Carl: Well, I suppose, you know -- if I were a curious man, sooner or later, I would want to know -- I would wonder -- well, yes, I really would. I would want to know the fountain that spewed up all that incriminating evidence that you gathered against me. I would -- I would wonder about that, if I were a curious man.
Kathleen: And if I told you the name of this source, what would you do then?
Carl: Simple. He or she would never have to work in my employ again.
Kathleen: Because he or she would be dead.
Carl: No. I've never hurt anyone without provocation, Kathleen. Who is it? Who betrayed me? Who?
Kathleen: I've no idea.
Carl: Try again, Kathleen.
Kathleen: I don't know the name of my source, Carl. I never laid eyes on him or her. When he or she spoke, he or she used a voice distorter.
Carl: What are you telling me, that you had your own version of "deep throat"?
Kathleen: Actually, I did think of that when we would meet in dark, shadowy, little parking lots.
Carl: Huh. Am I to believe then that you've never met this person face to face?
Kathleen: Believe me or don't, Carl. I wouldn't know this person if I fell over him or her. I wouldn't know this person if it were you.
Carl: Hmm. When you said you'd tell me what I wanted to hear, what did you mean?
Kathleen: Just what I told you.
Carl: That a person within my organization, that you have heard but you've never seen, has betrayed me, and that I should leave town and never find out exactly who it is who has this vendetta against me, but I should be content with all this because you have given me all the information that you know, hmm?
Kathleen: I don't have any more information, Carl. I can't give you any more.
Carl: And that you were put into a federal witness protection program -- wasted three years of your life -- because you have no information.
Kathleen: Wrong. You threatened me, do you remember that? I gave up three years of my life because you would have -- you would have killed me if you had found me, and you would have killed everyone that I love.
Carl: And now you're safely back in the bosom of your family, you've regained your courage?
Kathleen: This has to end, damn it!
Carl: Don't you be strident with me, do you understand that? Don't be strident with me. It doesn't become you.
Kathleen: Don't you think that if I knew anything else, I would tell you so that the killing would stop?
I don't know anything else. I swear it.
Carl: If what you say is true, I can look for my Judas in one small town.
Carl: Kathleen, you worked for a publication whose circulation -- well, I won't embarrass you.
Kathleen: What are you getting at?
Carl: Of all the journalists in the country, you were chosen to be the recipient of incriminating evidence against me. My dear, you must have been dreaming about Pulitzers.
Kathleen: So you think that the source is from Bay City?
Carl: Where else, my dear?
[Loud knock on door]
Cass: Open the door, Carl!
Carl: And that --
Cass: If you hurt her, I'll kill you myself. Open the door!
Carl: That's your rescue team, isn't it?
Michael: We came as soon as we heard.
Stacey: Yeah, we saw John in the hallway, and he said that you're doing better?
Ryan: Um, much better, but not better enough to go home.
Stacey: Well, get some rest and hopefully you'll get home real soon.
Vicky: What, are you going to med school at night, Stacey?
Stacey: Well, I just figured after someone's been shot, they might need a little recovery period with all -- without all these visitors in the room.
Donna: There's the door.
Michael: Donna, I was hoping that you seeing Ryan lying here with a bullet hole in him might teach you something.
Donna: I wasn't aware I needed to be taught anything.
Michael: If you are trying to get my attention, there are a lot less violent ways of doing it than setting yourself up for a hit by Carl Hutchins.
Donna: You think I'm trying to get your attention? Let me tell you something, Michael. I'm the only person in this town who has even a remote possibility to gain Carl’s trust.
Michael: Oh, I see. You're trying to gain information from Carl. That's it, huh?
Donna: So he can be stopped.
Ryan: Uh -- excuse me.
Michael: Ah, just a minute, Ryan. And so you are going to be the one to stop Carl?
Donna: I think I'm the only person that can get information from him from the inside.
Ryan: Michael --
Michael: Oh, really? Sh -- just a minute. Oh, I see. So what good is that information going to do you if you're dead, Donna?
Donna: Carl's not going to hurt me.
Donna: No, he's not. He doesn't want to.
Michael: Oh, I see. He knows you're going to betray him and for old time's sake he's not going to hurt you.
Michael: What, Ryan?
Vicky: Ryan, what's the matter, honey?
Ryan: Nothing -- nothing's wrong. I want to talk to your father.
Vicky: Could we have some privacy?
Ryan: No, everyone. Everyone out, please.
Vicky: We don't have any secrets.
Ryan: This is police business.
Stacey: Ryan, I'm really sorry about this.
Ryan: You didn't do anything, Stacey.
Donna: See what you have to look forward to, Stacey? A lifetime of being told what to do.
Vicky: I'll be right outside the door.
Michael: Oh. Sorry about that.
Ryan: No, I tried to give her hell about going over to Carl Hutchins' place, too.
Michael: I'm sure it did a lot of good, right?
Ryan: Yeah, listen. I need to talk to you. There's something you should know.
Ryan: We think that Carl’s going to make a serious push to get Kathleen’s source to come forward.
Michael: What exactly does that mean?
Ryan: Picking off his targets one by one, hoping someone will talk.
Stacey: I do not want to get into anything right now, Vicky.
Vicky: Well then, you shouldn't have come here.
Stacey: I was worried about Ryan, and so was your father.
Vicky: [Chuckles] Please. That was quite a domestic conversation in there, wasn't it?
Stacey: Why don't we both just retire to our neutral corners and go on with our life?
Vicky: You know they used to talk like that all the time when they were living together?
Stacey: Really? They must have had a great marriage.
Vicky: Stacey, why don't you just put up the white flag? You could still save face.
Stacey: You know, the sooner you accept the fact that I am dating your father, the easier it's going to be for both of us when we run into each other like this, ok?
Vicky: You little tramp. You're not in our league.
Stacey: What league might that be, the junior league, the little league?
Vicky: They don't make them like me and my mother anymore.
Stacey: And the world is now a safer place.
Vicky: Stacey, my father loves my mother. They've broken up before and they always get back together again.
Stacey: Mm-hmm. I'm just hoping the fourth time's the charm.
Vicky: Back off. You can't beat her.
Nurse: Dr. Hudson? You'd better come with me.
John: What is it, Barbara? What's going on?
Barbara: I just saw your wife.
John: What happened?
Barbara: She can't find your baby.
John: Where is she?
Barbara: It happened on 3, I don't know.
[Murmurs and laughter]
Taylor: Such a handsome little guy! Yes. He looks just like his Daddy.
Taylor: Yes. Hello, angel. Hello. Yes. Peg, have you seen Sharlene? I've been worried sick about her.
Peg: I thought you were looking for her, too.
Taylor: Well, I was, but we had to stop and sign a few autographs.
Peg: I really think I should page her. I know you told me not to, but --
Nurse: Mrs. Hudson doesn't know you have Gregory?
Taylor: Well, I've been looking for her everywhere. I thought maybe I'd hook up with her eventually in here.
Peg: She must be going crazy!
Sharlene: Please, can you help me? My baby is --
Sharlene: Give him to me.
Taylor: Sharlene, you have to calm down before I can give you this child.
Sharlene: You give me my baby.
Taylor: Sharlene, you're shaking.
Sharlene: Give me my son, you bitch!
Carl: Twice in one day. What a treat.
Cass: Are you all right?
Kathleen: Still have ten.
Cass: Why did you come here?
Carl: Well, she's a little bit short on male companionship lately. Temper, temper.
Carl: I ought to break your teeth, Carl.
Carl: Well, that'd be good for my image. A gummy villain.
Kathleen: Cass, now that you're here, why don't we just leave?
Carl: Yes, and tell him why you came, Kathleen. Might calm him down a bit.
Kathleen: Let's go. Let's go. Let's go.
Cass: Unlock the door, Carl.
Carl: You know, you two don't think very far ahead, do you? I mean, if I'm all the things that you've said I am, then this evening -- your visit -- all of it could be so easily wiped from the memory. I mean, after all, we're alone.
Ryan: So do you think you can find out who Kathleen’s source is?
Michael: Well, I've got some friends, some sources from the old days. I can try to find out.
Ryan: Thanks a lot. That'd be great, Michael.
Michael: You're really in this up to your eyeballs, aren't you?
Ryan: Really want to nail this guy.
Michael: I don't know how I'm going to talk Donna out of this. She is determined to be in the middle of all this.
Ryan: Other than restraints, I don't think you're going to be able to stop her, Michael.
Michael: Well, restraints are not a bad idea, to tell you the truth. I mean, she's getting involved here like she's some kind of undercover cop! She has no idea what kind of danger she's in.
Ryan: I know.
Michael: She makes me crazy, Ryan, just crazy.
Ryan: Is it worse since the breakup?
Michael: No, she's always done this to me.
Ryan: You'd think you'd get used to it.
Michael: Have you gotten used to Victoria sticking her nose into places it doesn't belong?
Michael: Well, I rest my case.
Ryan: Yeah, they're a lot alike.
Michael: Oh, yeah. Victoria has an awful lot of Donna’s genes, that's for sure.
Ryan: Mm. But that is the best part of her sometimes, and --
Michael: Sometimes –
Ryan and Michael: It's the pits.
Michael: Yeah. It's never easy.
Ryan: I guess it's all worthwhile in the end.
Ryan: Hey, speak of the little devil herself.
Vicky: I knew my ears were ringing for a reason.
Vicky: How are you feeling?
Ryan: Well, I've been better.
Vicky: Yeah. Well, you're going to let my father punch out so you can get some sleep?
Ryan: Listen, let's keep in touch, Michael.
Michael: I'll let you know as soon as I find anything out.
Vicky: What are you two plotting?
Michael: Ah, good night, Victoria. Oh, and by the way, don't get yourself thrown out of the hospital tonight, ok?
Vicky: Me? How could I possibly do that?
Michael: The mind reels with the possibilities. Good night.
Vicky: Bye. Oh, how are you doing, my love bunny?
Ryan: I'm in a little bit of pain.
Ryan: Mm-hmm. Do you think that you can dote on me while I try and get some sleep?
Vicky: Ah, you needn't ask twice.
Vicky: Dote. Dote.
Vicky: Dote. Dote, dote, dote. Dote -- dote -- dote, dote, dote!
Michael: To tell you the truth, I half expected to come out here and find you and Donna with clumps of hair in your hands.
Stacey: Actually it was your daughter who was on the attack this time.
Michael: Oh, Stacey, I am so sorry.
Stacey: No, you don't have to apologize for either one of them. Besides, I'm getting kind of used to it.
Michael: Well, you shouldn't have to get used to anything like this.
Stacey: Come on, things could be worse.
Michael: Oh, yeah? How?
Stacey: Like if I wasn't able to see you.
Michael: Oh, that would be worse, yes, definitely.
Stacey: But you know what I could do next time?
Michael: Mm, what could you do next time?
Stacey: I could put a blindfold on and some earplugs and --
Stacey: You know, suit up in --
Michael: I have an idea, you could put on -- maybe a --
Michael: Let's go talk about this.
Sharlene: You've crossed the line, Taylor.
Taylor: Sharlene, please try and calm down.
Sharlene: You stole my son! You walked away with my son and I want to know why.
Taylor: For John's sake and the child's --
Sharlene: Don't you tell me how to take care of my child.
Taylor: Sharlene, you're creating a scene.
Sharlene: I don't really give a damn, Taylor. I want to know what you're trying to do, and why.
Peg: Sharlene, Taylor's been looking for you ever since I saw her with Greg, and I told her how upset you were.
Sharlene: She knew what this would do to me, don't you see? Don't all of you see what she's done? She wants all of you to think that I'm crazy. It's just unbelievable.
Peg: Sharlene, she walked down the hall ten seconds after --
Taylor: He was crying and I was just trying --
Sharlene: He was not crying! You're lying again!
Taylor: He was crying, you were ignoring him.
Sharlene: How long have you been waiting for your chance to do this to me? First, you follow me wherever I go.
Sharlene: Then you come out to the house when I'm not there, and you make the babysitter let you hold him.
Taylor: Please, Sharlene --
Sharlene: You've been waiting for that thing that would set me off, make me look like I can't take care of my child. Do you really think you could have him if I was out of the picture? Do you -- are you that warped?
Taylor: I think it's time we go and try to find John.
Sharlene: John? Why? You think he's going to believe this garbage you're trying to put out about me?
Taylor: You're not making any sense, Sharlene.
Sharlene: You get out of my life! You get one of your own. You stay away from my husband. And if you ever come near my child again, I will kill you myself!
Peg: Sharlene, let's get out of here, ok?
Sharlene: You are not going to break me, Taylor. You're not going to win.
John: Sharlene, where was he?
Sharlene: Taylor took him.
Taylor: John, there's been a serious misunderstanding.
John: Well, why don't you try to explain it to me, Taylor?
Taylor: Sharlene -- uh -- was busy, the baby was crying.
Sharlene: That's a lie, you are so --
Taylor: Look, I never would have tried to help if I knew it was going to trigger this kind of an episode.
Sharlene: We don't need your kind of help.
John: Look, this is not the place to discuss this, Taylor. You know better than this.
Taylor: John, your wife accused me of kidnapping your son. Now I couldn't stand there --
John: Not now, Taylor! You and I are not through. Come on.
Peg: I was afraid of what would happen next.
Taylor: He won't see it, because he doesn't want to.
Peg: She really is ill. You would think that Dr. Hudson would insist she had treatment.
Taylor: He has tried to persuade her. He just doesn't know what side of the fence he's on anymore. Sharlene just wasn't my patient, she was my friend. It's just a terrible thing to watch happen.
Vicky: I'm sorry you had to witness another dramatic scene in my family's life.
Ryan: They're going to do it again, your Mom and Dad.
Vicky: Oh, when they wheeled you into the emergency room and all the blood was everywhere --
Ryan: Ah, no, no -- stop. Stop, I might faint.
Vicky: I'll catch you.
Ryan: I have a feeling you just might do that.
Vicky: Do you think when that guy shot you, he was trying to get Cass?
Ryan: You mean, do I think that they were trying to kill Cass?
Ryan: No. No, it -- they were just on a fact-finding mission, and when they saw me, it scared the bejeezbies out of them.
Vicky: Well, what does Carl want to find out?
Ryan: I -- no.
Nurse: Visiting hours are over.
Vicky: Yeah. Well, I'm not a visitor, hon.
Nurse: Well, what are you, "hon"?
Vicky: I happen to be part owner of this germ machine, sweetheart.
Ryan: Vicky, be nice.
Vicky: Well, it's true. My name is on the plaque in the waiting room. My father is on the board of directors, and my uncle is a doctor here.
Nurse: Out. Now. Or I call security.
Ryan: Vicky, why don't you go home and come back first thing in the morning?
Vicky: I'm afraid Nurse Diesel might take advantage of you.
Ryan: I'll tell her that I'm just a one-woman man. Get out of here before you cause a riot.
Vicky: Are you going to let me take care of you?
Ryan: Oh, gonna have to twist my arm.
Vicky: I'm serious.
Nurse: [Clears throat]
Ryan: Go. Vamanos.
Vicky: Bye, I love you.
Ryan: I love you, too.
Vicky: Take care of yourself.
Ryan: I will.
Vicky: One more zinger?
Ryan: Just go!
Vicky: Only because I love you this much.
Woman: You've got it all. Just take it to the laundry.
Carl: Misunderstood again, Cass? The door's unlocked.
Kathleen: Cass, come on, let's just go.
Carl: But make sure you tell him my theory, Kathleen.
Cass: What theory?
Kathleen: I'll tell you later.
Carl: Now there were a number of blue sedans parked downstairs. I take it they're from your car pool?
Cass: Oh, we're watching every move you make, Carl.
Carl: I'm sure you are, dear boy.
Cass: And I have to tell you're getting very, very sloppy. Yes, your boy almost got caught with his fingers in the pie tonight. Ryan is the last one, Carl. You're not going to have the chance to hurt anyone else again.
Carl: May I make a suggestion?
Kathleen: Cass, I'd just like to go please.
Cass: By all means.
Carl: Beware of self-fulfilling prophecies.
Cass: You won't win, Carl.
Carl: I already have. Ask Kathleen.
Cass: Oh, Kathleen?
Carl: Well, little bit at a time.
Kathleen: I don't know why you didn't just let Keith drive me home.
Cass: Oh, didn't I tell you? Keith's been fired.
Cass: He is the sorriest excuse for a security guard I have ever seen.
Kathleen: Cass! Now I'm going to have to break in somebody new, show -- show them the ropes --
Cass: Ditch them and then, what? Then you're going to try to get yourself killed again?
Kathleen: I wasn't in any danger at Carl's.
Cass: I'm not going to go through this again, Kathleen.
Kathleen: Why won't you believe me when I tell you I know what I'm doing?
Cass: Because I can't possibly believe a single word that comes out of the mouth of a crazy woman, that's why.
Kathleen: What did you just call me?
Cass: Oh, you heard me.
Kathleen: You're just mad because I have the guts to go and confront Carl.
Cass: Don't you mean stupidity?
Kathleen: Carl isn't gonna kill me, he needs me.
Cass: Not anymore, he doesn't. You said in the car that you told him that you never met your source.
Kathleen: So? He doesn't believe me.
Cass: Yeah, well you've got him thinking, you can count on that.
Kathleen: Yeah, but I want him to know that no matter how many people he hurts, I'm not going to come forward with a name because I don't have one.
Cass: So he's supposed to just back off?
Cass: You're giving him way too much credit, Kathleen.
Kathleen: I didn't know what else to do, Cass. Joe is dead. Ryan was almost killed tonight. I thought I'd lost you. My God, Cass, that bullet was meant for you! After everything that I have given up, after everything that I have lost, to lose you now? I didn't know what else to do. And I don't know what I'd do if anything happened to you.
Ryan: [Sighs] Oh, go away. I don't have any more blood to give.
[Door closes and locks]
Ryan: Didn't the doctors tell you that I need rest? And how can I get rest if every ten minutes one of you is coming in here with a needle and a smile, telling me that it's not going to hurt?
Woman: This is not going to hurt.
Ryan: Oh, great. Well, which one are you and what do you want?
Vicky: I want a lot of things, but not your blood.
Ryan: Pinch me. Ow!
Vicky: You're not dreaming.
Ryan: Oh, no -- don't tell me that you locked up Nurse Diesel and tied her up and threw her in a closet so you could get the uniform.
Vicky: Nurse Diesel and I are not quite the same size. But I am lucky that the man who was wheeling around the laundry cart walked away and made a phone call. Otherwise I would be on the shelf with the rest of the sheets.
Vicky: How's my favorite patient feeling?
Ryan: Better by the second. Now, nurse, you run a first-rate hospital here.
Vicky: It does seem a bit hot.
Ryan: Oh? Actually, I kind of -- kind of like this --
Vicky: I think I might have too many clothes on. What do you think?
Ryan: If I say yes, what do I get?
Vicky: Anything you like.
Ryan: Right now --
Vicky: What would you like?
Ryan: I'd, uh, like my arm to stop hurting so much.
Vicky: Your arm?
Vicky: Oh. [Softly] Let's see here.
Vicky: How's this?
Ryan: It's, uh -- it's feeling better. It's surprising 'cause that's not the one that's hurt.
Ryan: Oh. [Laughs] Ow.
Vicky: Am I hurting you?
Ryan: It's just a little tender.
Ryan: Up there.
Vicky: Want me to go?
Vicky: Are you sure?
Ryan: Positive. I, uh -- oh.
Ryan: I am feeling just a little bit chilled, though. Maybe you should get closer to me. I should tell the board of directors that it's a really great hospital.
Ryan: Remind me to tell them in the morning, would you?
Michael: Oh. Mm. I can never find my keys, do you know that? I have so many pockets.
Stacey: Well, maybe you just need to relax?
Michael: Well -- I do?
Stacey: And then you'll find them.
Michael: Mm. Mm. I found my keys.
Michael: Come right this way. Please. Let's see.
Stacey: I didn't even drink tonight!
Michael: Hold on. Hold on a second there.
Stacey and Michael: Mm.
Stacey: I can't see anything in here. Where's the light switch?
Michael: We don't need any lights.
Stacey: Yes, we do.
Michael: No, we don’t.
Stacey: Mm-hmm. How are we going to see our way to the bedroom?
Michael: We don't need the bedroom. We can use the living room or something.
Stacey: Oh, we can, can we? Hmm.
Michael: Why not? Mm-hmm. Yes.
Stacey: Are you making it easy for me?
Michael: I'm not easy.
Michael: But I am available.
Stacey: What's that?
Michael: That's the building's alarm.
Stacey: Michael, what is that? Why are the lights going off like that?
Michael: It's a -- emergency generator. It's for the building.
Stacey: So is it a drill?
Michael: I -- no, this is not a drill. This is not a school building, this is an apartment --
Stacey: Why are you -- don't yell at me, I didn't start the fire!
Michael: Well, I'm just -- we gotta get out of here. We gotta get of here before the fire department comes.
Stacey: Ok, wait while I get my stuff.
Michael: Oh, I don't believe this.
Stacey: Do you -- I don't smell smoke.
Michael: I know, I don't know what the hell's going on. Here, come on.
John: He's asleep, he's asleep. One of the nurses is with him.
Sharlene: Sorry. Sorry, I know you'd never leave him. I was terrified.
John: Yeah. Yeah, me too.
Sharlene: I gave her just what she wanted, John.
John: You were really upset.
Sharlene: I should never have lost my temper that way in front of all these people, John.
John: I can't believe this whole thing.
Sharlene: I turn my back for ten seconds. Ten seconds. I thought that I could --
John: Sharlene, I'm not going to let you blame yourself for this.
Sharlene: John, I have to tell you something. When I walked into that cafeteria and I saw Taylor sitting there with Gregory like it was the most natural thing in the world --
John: Well, there's going to be some changes.
Sharlene: What changes?
John: I'm going to tell Taylor that she's no longer allowed out at our house. I want her to stay the hell away from our child!
Sharlene: She'll think of something else.
John: Hopefully, we can just prevent this from ever happening again. Ok, why don't we just try to forget about this for tonight, ok? There's nothing we can do about it.
Sharlene: I'm going to go get our son. Ok?
John: Ok. Yeah. Grace.
Grace: Yes, Dr. Hudson?
John: You saw what happened earlier tonight, didn't you?
John: Uh, look, I'd like to ask you a favor. There's going to be a lot of talk around here about what happened. And I'd like to know what people are saying. It's -- it's going to be important.
Grace: What can I do?
John: Just tell me what you hear. My wife and I will owe you one.
John: All right?
Taylor: Excuse me. Peg? Can I see you for a moment, please? I want to thank you for your help earlier today.
Peg: I didn't do anything, Taylor.
Taylor: Well, you tried to get Sharlene to listen to reason. But unfortunately, that's become virtually impossible.
Peg: Everybody's talking about it. It must be hard for you to watch what's happened, to have a patient turn on you.
Taylor: Well, it happens sometimes. In this case, it was particularly difficult because I've come to care for Sharlene so much. And I respect John more than any doctor that -- it's just hard to stay objective when people you care about won't see the writing on the wall.
Peg: I know a little about Sharlene’s history. People talk, you know.
Taylor: Oh, I'm sure they do.
Peg: Was that one of her other personalities?
Taylor: Was that the Sharlene that you know?
Peg: How could Dr. Hudson let her go on like this?
Taylor: Well, he really can't be blamed. She's resisting treatment, and she's very good at lying to the people that she needs to lie to, especially her husband. John loves his wife, and he can't accept the fact that he's losing her.
Peg: Is there anything you can do?
Taylor: Well, if this continues, I will feel obligated to try for a court order.
Peg: To have her institutionalized?
Taylor: She did very well at the Morgan Pavilion before, but she -- she insisted on checking herself out a little too soon, and as a result, this is what's happened.
Peg: Can you get a court order without consent?
Taylor: Peg, would you want that child's well-being on your conscience? I mean, if it comes to that, and I'm praying that it doesn't, will you be willing to testify before the board?
Peg: Oh, I feel so bad for both of them. But that baby --
Taylor: We have to do what's best for the child.
Peg: Of course. I'll do whatever you say, Taylor.
Taylor: Good. That family needs help one way or another.
Kathleen: I should go home.
Cass: I'll go with you.
Kathleen: No. I have a new guard, right? I should meet him and give him my seal of approval. What just happened between us? Did you -- did you do that out of a sense of responsibility?
Cass: Yeah, right.
Kathleen: So where do we go from here?
Cass: I couldn't begin to tell you, Kathleen.
Kathleen: You need time.
Cass: We both need time.
Kathleen: What if we don't have any more?
Cass: What do you mean?
Kathleen: What if we do the right and noble thing, and somebody who doesn't give a damn about what we could be together takes that time away from us? Will you think about that? Don't take too long.
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