Roy: No stack of papers is going to convince me the woman I love is some kind of angel of death.
Carly: My best friend -- she was dead because of me.
Zander: A drunk driver crossed the lane and hit her.
Alexis: What were you two talking about?
Sonny: We were just discussing whether it's safe for you to be around me.
Edward: She decided to appoint me the C.E.O. of E.L.Q.
Zander: Come here, come here.
Carly: Zander --
Zander: Don't you get it yet, Carly? Don't you get how I feel about you?
Alexis: Kristina told you that she doesn't think Iím safe with you?
Sonny: Yeah, well, I think that's what she was trying to say. You know, she doesn't -- sometimes she doesn't speak in a straight line. She kind of curves it the other way.
Alexis: Yeah, well, Iím touched by her concern, but I don't appreciate being discussed behind my back anymore than you do.
Sonny: Okay, first of all, Kristina brought it up first. Second of all, most important, I would never say anything to her that you told me in confidence. What you say to me about your life -- who you are, what you carry -- is your business, nobody else's. You trusted me to listen and shut up. That's what Iíve done, and I expect you to do the same
Alexis: Don't worry. I will never again me the mistake of trying to explain you or your unfortunate behavior to anyone.
Alexis: And as for Kristina worrying about my safety, I can understand that because I had to explain to her why the lock sticks. Remember, you had the other one blown off.
Sonny: Yeah, yeah.
Alexis: Which legato further disclosure of the inherent risks of being your attorney. I didn't, however, tell her about the police shootout because I thought that would be gratuitous.
Sonny: Well, you know what? She wanted to say --
Alexis: But maybe I should have because, had I explained that, she would know that you stepped between me and the gunmen and saved my life. Notwithstanding your belief that you were adhering to some absurd sexist code, it was, however, courageous. And since you are, shall we say, proficient at what you do --
Sonny: Why, thank you.
Alexis: The jeopardy is substantially reduced, and I will explain that to Kristina and to Ned and to Jax and to --
Sonny: Can I just say one --
Sonny: She's -- she's thinking more in terms of not just, like, physical danger. She's -- she's thinking like emotional risks.
Alexis: Emotional risks? What are you talking about?
Courtney I can't -- I can't drive. I just keep seeing test girls and I just --
A.J.: Don't talk, okay? Just don't push yourself. Let me take care of you. What do you say? Would you let me take care of you, Courtney?
Courtney: Oh, God. I don't know. I just -- I don't know.
A.J.: It's all right. Take your time, okay?
A.J.: You're safe with me. I promise.
Bobbie: Good night, Scott. Thank you again.
[Door opens and closes]
Bobbie: Whatís wrong? Something happen to Luke?
Roy: No. Well, no, not that I know of. This is a personal favor. Which I have absolutely no right to ask, but I need your help.
Bobbie: O.K. what's it about?
Roy: Well, it's not so much what as it is who.
Alan: If you're here to see your grandfather, this isn't the time.
Skye: I am not here by choice. I was in bed with the lights out when I was summoned.
Alan: By who? He doesn't even --
Edward: Skye, get in here, you ungrateful viper, immediately! Leave me alone!
Melissa: Edward --
Edward: You were supposed to be here an hour ago. Where have you been?
Skye: You were saying?
Alan: Don't get him excited, please.
Edward: Ms. Skye Chandler -- whatever it is you call yourself -- get in here immediately because your hour of reckoning is at hand, lady.
Skye: Grandfather, I would have brought you flowers, but no place is open this time of night.
Edward: I don't need flowers. The sight of you standing by my bedside can really lighten this weary, old heart. Would you excuse us, please, dear? My granddaughter and I need a moment alone. Thank you.
Melissa: Oh, sure. Don't get yourself all riled up. And you could help by refusing to fight with him.
Skye: Iíll certainly try, Nurse Bedford.
Edward: She is a delightful young woman. You know, she really has no appreciation though, for the practicalities of life. Unlike you and me. And you know what I did? I took the precaution of having this drawn up for you. All it needs is your signature, and I even have a pen for you to use.
Skye: You can't be serious.
Edward: It's ironic, isn't it? After all the ridiculous lengths that you've gone to, you're right back where you started.
Skye: This document stipulates that Iím to give up my position at E.L.Q. and make you the chair again. Why would I do that?
Edward: To spare yourself the embarrassment of being exposed for all to seen as a pathetic manipulator so desperate for the affections of Jasper Jax that you invented a stalker out of thin air, and then you did your lying best to actuate his threats.
Skye: You know, one of the things that I admire the most about Jax is his capacity for understanding. For example, why an elderly heart patient on such strong, mind-altering drugs would invent a scenario that would restore him to power by undermining the woman who replaced him.
Edward: Oh, you are bluffing.
Skye: Jax bought my story, Grandfather. And why wouldn't he? You don't have any proof, not even circumstantial. And as for witnesses, well, there's only you. As a matter of fact, during my so-called confession, you were by all accounts unconscious. Yes, itís nice work if you were working with an amateur. But, Gramps, let's just say~ I come from savvier stock, don't I? Iím the granddaughter of the once-famous Edward Quartermaine, now retired.
Edward: I will never retire. You hear me? I will never retire!
Skye: Oh, Grandfather, you know, please don't worry. Let's see, we could probably make you the assistant director of, oh, say, community affairs yes, you could have lunch with the ladies of the D.N.A.
Edward: Oh, God, my heart is hurting again! Help me!
Skye: Oh -- Alan, Alan! I think he's having another heart attack.
Carly: I know how you feel, Zander. I feel the same way. We are best friends. And you may want to rethink that.
Zander: Carly, you can't blame yourself.
Carly: It's Caroline. I told you, "Carly" is short for "Charlotte," and Charlotte's dead.
Zander: Iím sure [missing] her a lot.
Rely: Zander, that's not why I took her name. I took her name because I wanted it, just like I wanted everything else in her life --~ her horse, her clothes, her long, blond, straight hair. And so when she died, she died because of me. I stole it. I stole her identity and I trashed it. I made it into a name that everyone despised because I lied and I slept around and I used people. Aren't you glad to be my friend? Don't you feel really privileged?
Zander: Yes, I do.
Carly: Then you're a fool.
Zander: You saved my life. Sorel was about to shoot me, and you jumped him with nothing more than a coffee pot. So don't sit there and call yourself trash because I know who you are, Carly. You want to know what you did with that name? You made it count for something. You made yourself my friend, and don't think you can back out of that.
Carly: Zander, I wreck people, okay? I -- the more they mean to me, the more I betray them, and I don't want to do that with you.
Zander: Okay, so you screw up sometimes. So do I. But that doesn't mean that every accident that happens is your responsibility, okay? That definitely doesn't mean that you made Carly crash or that you stole her life.
Carly: Okay, I told you I was yelling at her, and that's why she didn't see --
Zander: Okay, if -- if that happened, then she was to blame for taking her eyes off of the road.
Carly: No, she is not.
Zander: She's a bad driver.
Carly: He crossed into her lane, and there was nothing that she could do.
Zander: Exactly. There was nothing you could have done You don't have the power to wish someone into crashing. You don't even have the power to make Michael eat beets. Let the accident be what it was and let it go.
Carly: Yeah. Iíll let it go, just like that.
Zander: Hey. Look, I know it's not going to be easy, okay? But if you let me, I will help you get through this.
Sonny: We're close, right?
Alexis: In what way?
Sonny: Well, I mean, you tell me things you don't ell other people.
Alexis: Well, it's comforting to have a confidant that is in no position to judge.
Sonny: We enjoy spending time together.
Alexis: When you're not hurling glassware across the room
Sonny: Yeah, that was Kristinaís point. See, she just doesn't want you to get hurt.
Alexis: Oh. Well, that will never happen again because, if you ever do that, I would just simply leave the room because there are more appropriate ways to handle your anger than through violence.
Sonny: Like when you slapped my face?
Alexis: All right, you know, that was one time. One time.
Pony: You know what, you were upset because you thought Iíd betrayed -- you thought Iíd betrayed your trust, and that's the way I felt when you told Courtney about what happened with Deke. See, that's the way I know how to handle it. So we're even.
Alexis: Iíd like to think that we've gone past these incidents.
Sonny: Yeah, we have. So now that we're honest --
[Knock on door]
Mike: Courtney? Honey, are you in there? Please, open up. It's your dad. Courtney?
Alexis: What's going on?
Mike: Is Courtney with you?
A.J.: Look at you. You're still shivering. Come on. Drink up. `
Courtney: You like your tea really sweet, don't you?
A.J.: Iím sorry. I put in -- I put in a ton of sugar. It's supposed to counteract shock.
Courtney: Where did you learn that?
A.J.: Both my parents are doctors. It's amazing the bits of medical information you pick up along the way.
[Knock on door]
A.J.: Excuse me. ~
A.J.: Hey. Any trouble?
Manny: No. Nothing so far.
A.J.: Okay. So now I want you to hang out down in the lobby. Keep an eye on things. You stick around, all right?
Manny: Yes, Sir
Courtney: Okay, who are those guys?
A.J.: Oh, just a couple of associates.
Courtney: Well, they look like the bodyguards who work for my brother.
A.J.: Yeah, well, Manny and Phil work fro me.
Courtney: But they are Bodyguards, too, right? I mean, you hired them to protect you from Sonny. He could try to hurt you because of me.
A.J.: It's a complicated situation.
Courtney: The last thing I want to do is cause trouble for you. No way do you need me here.
A.J.: Courtney, I do need you here. You know what? I need you more than you need me. `
Courtney: All I have done is take from you, A.J., and not just the check. I mean, you let me come here and you listened to me and triedmto help when everybody else orders me around and you have been wonderful. I won't pay you back by getting you hurt.
A.J.: Okay, Courtney. I hear you, okay? But let's forget about the fact that you're too shaken to go anywhere. You know what? You -- you've given me something that I almost forgot, something that I didn't even know I missed. When you look at me, you have this expression that says Iím not a jerk. You know, you act like what you see is a pretty okay guy.
Courtney: You are.
A.J.: I know you believe that. And I can't tell you how much that means to me. So stay. Will you? Will you stay with me? Hmm?
Sonny: The cops told Courtney she could go, so she left.
Mike: Oh. And you didn't try to stop her?
Sonny: I turned around and she was gone.
Mike: Why didn't you go after her?
Sonny: On foott? In the street?
Mike: Yes, if you had to! Does it matter to you that your little sister was in a car accident tonight? Courtney is just a kid, Michael.
Sonny: She's 20 years old, Mike. Old enough to know not to walk through traffic or follow a stranger home.
Mike: You know, I can't believe that even you could shut down on your sister.
Sonny: I didn't shut down.
Mike: Michael, she disappointed you, but that's --
Alexis: You know what? He wanted to send his men out after her, and I convinced him that that was counterproductive.
Mike: You know something? You were wrong.
Sonny: Iíve been through this.
Sonny: [missing] prove it now, that you're a great father, Mike! Come on, tell me what I got to do next, then.
Mike: W ht do you want --
Sonny: No, don't talk!
Mike: What about you? What is your excuse, my perfect son?
Bobbie: This person in trouble -- are they involved with the undercover work that you're doing for Mac?
Roy: What did Scorpio do, take an ad out in the paper?
Bobbie: No, he told Felicia. And she told me because we're friends. And Iím only mentioning it to you so at you won't feel as if you're betraying Macís confidence by taking to me about it.
Roy: It concerns someone at the hospital.
Bobbie: A patient? Administrative staff?
Roy: A very competent caregiver. My instincts tell me something's off.
Bobbie: Can you be more specific?
Roy: I looked at this person's record. There's a pattern. It's difficult to ignore.
Bobbie: What kind of pattern?
Roy: Terminal patients dying before their doctors think they should.
Bobbie: That's a serious allegation, all right. Why haven't you taken it to Alan?
Roy: The caregiver in question is Melissa.
Melissa: Here are your father's test results.
Alan: Your vitals are stable.You didn't have a coronary. You had a temper tantrum.
Edward: I had pains.
Alan: You are a pain. You were faking again. Iím telling you, Father, you keep pulling stuff like this, when you're in real distress, nobody's going to help you.
Edward: I thought it was a heart attack.
Alan: Please --
Edward: Wish it had been.
Alan: Don't try to get any sympathy from me. You scared the hell out of me.
Edward: Oh, well, forgive me. The next time Iím about to expire, Iíll be sure not to bother you. Iím sure you'd all just be happier if Iíd just go ahead and die. Why not? The life that I cherished is over. Nothing left for me to do but just go gently into that good night.
Alan: And be eaten by wolves.
Edward: Hmm run my face and quietly wither away.
Alan: Why don't you have a sedative first?
Melissa: Iím sorry.
Alan: That's okay. Here.
Alan: Here. Take it.
Edward: I wish this was hemlock. There. Now I just want to go to sleep and not wake up. You're a doctor. Can't that be arranged?
Alan: Iíd like to give you something in your sleep. Make you a little less difficult.
Skye: Is he all right?
Alan: For a man who had a coronary bypass only a few days ago, his vitals are excellent.
Skye: So it was an act?
Alan: We can't make that assumption. He's got a long way to go to be fully recovered.
Edward: They want to put me quietly out to pasture. You see now what a callous family I have?
Melissa: Did you really mean what you said before?
Bobbie: Look, Roy, it's no secret that I don't like Melissa and I never have. And it's not just because she set her sights on you because Iíve let that go. She pretends to be a goody two-shoes, and it does set my teeth on edge, but I don't see her as a mercy killer.
Roy: Yeah, well, I don't want to, either. But Iíve spent time on this, Bobbie, and it's -- you know, Melissa more than cares for her patients. It's as if she's on some kind of personal crusade to rescue them from their pain. She always seems to go out of her way.
Bobbie: Oh, I agree. I mean, if there's a double shift to be worked, she'll work it, and if a patient needs extra time and attention, she'll offer it. But that's a far cry from euthanasia. What got you started on this track?
Roy: It's a guy -- she got really close to this elderly patient at Chicago Memorial.
Bobbie: Who died and left her a house and some money in his will. And the family brought Melissa up on charges before the board of undue influence.
Roy: Yeah, Amy. Amy, right, of course. Did Amy tell you that the charges were dismissed?
Bobbie: Why are you pursuing this?
Roy: Well, I guess it's because Melissa let it rest. I asked her about it, she waved it off, but she was obviously unsettled. And I did some research. It turns out this man, Geoffrey Barns, died months sooner than his doctors anticipated. And I kept checking, and I came up with a list of similar cases -- terminal patients who died sooner than expected, first at Chicago Memorial and then at General Hospital. And Melissa was listed as the tending nurse on every one of them.
Melissa: Edward you need to try to rest. You know, it doesn't help to just lie there and think about things that are worrying you.
Edward: Iím tired. You know what that means? That means dead but still breathing.
Melissa: No, it means having some time to enjoy your leisure.
Edward: Going fishing with my buddies? Young lady, I would rather be buried alive in lard than go fishing, and I don't have any buddies. I never did.
Melissa: Yeah? Why don't you try making a few?
Edward: A bunch of decrepit old men sitting around with too much time on their hands, discussing their aches and pains? No, no, no, no. Without my company to control, I am in my own personal hell.
Melissa: There are a lot of things that are still - in your control.
Edward: What? Oh, whether to have warm milk or cocoa? What color cardigan to wear? Oh, no, no, not my familyís they would -- they'd walk all over me. Not the company I built. Skyeís -- she's cutting me out I used to be a force to be reckoned with. Take that away from me, and Iím nothing. Iím a shell without even the power to die. Iím pathetic. Pathetic.
Courtney: You act like Iíd be helping you when the truth is Iím setting you up --
A.J.: Stop it. Stop it, would you? All right, stop thinking about me and Sonny, your mother, father. Stop trying to make us happy, mad, whatever it is you think you're supposed to do. ) Look, Iíll tell you what --~ in a perfect world, if you could just snap your fingers and have whatever you want, what would it be?
Courtney: Space, with no one hassling me or telling me what to do or where to go or standing over my shoulder pretending to understand when they don't even believe that I didn't run that light.
A.J.: I understand.
Courtney: Well, you're the only one. The rest of them, I wish more than anything that I could just make them all leave me alone.
A.J.: Done. That simple. There you go.
Sonny: Excuses are a waste of time. They don't fix anything or help anyone except the person making them. That's why you never stop.
Mike: I am trying to help your sister.
Sonny: Yeah, yeah? By putting her up in a hotel where A.J. Quartermaine lives? By letting her take the keys of a car you knew had no insurance? You just -- you were trying to play hero, Mike, like you play daddy, like you play sorry. The words come out of your mouth, the tears are in your eyes, but nothing changes. I tried to tell that to Courtney. My mistake. She's not ready to see who you are, just like she wasn't ready to see who I am. So all I got to do now is wait and not make things any worse.
Mike: That is the most self-serving crap I have ever heard in my life. Courtney didn't do what you want, so you're bailing on her.
Alexis: Mike, Sonny gave her money and arranged for her to move in here. She didn't like where she was staying, so she wanted to live with you. He gave her money to move in with you, and tonight he did everything he could to extract her from the situation which was, at least in part, caused by you.
Mike Sonny needs to show Courtney that she matters. Show her now, Michael. Show her. Find her.
Sonny: Then what happens? She falls into my arms like the big brother that she cares about? Why don't you come -- you don't you come with me? We'll go find her. She trusts you, right, Mike? You go ahead and tell her that we're one big happy family. Is that the way it works? I don't hear you, Mike. You're the father. You're supposed to have the answer! So tell me -- what do we do for her? Whatever she needs, Iíll give it to her. Just tells me!
Mike: I don't know.
Sonny: There it is -- the truth for once. You don't have a clue what Courtney wants, and neither do I.
Carly: Okay, the last time I tried driving, I backed Sonny's limo out into Angel's perfect little Mercedes.
Zander: Are you sorry?
Carly: Not really. I mean, I was at the time. But then -- I don't know -- it turned at to be a good thing because it was the first step in saving Sonny from that bimbo.
Zander: You made it work for you.
Carly: I guess.
Zander: Hey, don't -- don't say it like it's not nags. Most people settle. They take the life that they're given and they stay with that. If they try something else, they quit. They blame someone else. You keep fighting. Even when it hurts, you stand up and you try again Carly, you made me want to try, too.
Carly: Okay, don't start thinking Iím a good person, okay, because you're going to be disappointed. Iím better. I am, but it's mostly because I am Michaelís mother and I want to set a good example for him. And because of Sonny. He taught me a lot, but I am so far from being perfect.
Zander: So am I. I guess that's why we're friends.
Carly: I thought we were friends because Sonny paid you to be.
Zander: Well, yeah, that, too.
Carly: Oh. Hey, do you -- do you get a bonus or something when you keep me from doing something crazy?
Zander: I told you I am not --
Carly: Oh, do you give him an itemized list at the end of each week, like, for certain things? "I stopped Carly from choosing horrible wallpaper for her club or risked my life trying to teach Carly to drive"?
Zander: Well, I haven't taught you yet.
Carly: Yeah, well -- yeah, close enough.
Zander: You can learn, Carly. You can do whatever you want. Even when you're scared, you don't quit. Let me prove that to you.
Sonny: You remember the last time I saw you at the track? It would have been, what, six, seven years since my mother's funeral? We nodded. You walked away and I never saw you again until you showed up here wanting to start over. You could have made it so easy. If you'd just brought Courtney with you, Iíd have given you anything you wanted for my sister's sake. But then you lost track of her. She was gone like I was gone for years until you needed something. What is it you need from Courtney? Love? Forgiveness? Someone to believe you're a good father? Go find her, Mike. Tell her your lies. I am tired of warning her.
Mike: And why is that, Michael? Is that because Courtney dared to disagree with the great Sonny Corinthos?
Sonny: You can't tell anybody that their father is a spineless coward. They got to figure it out for themselves. But I will promise you something, Dad. When you break her heart and when she's finally learned about you, I will be there to pick up the pieces. I owe her that.
Mime: And what are you going to do for her now? Are you going to try to find her?
Mike: Well, damn you, you selfish --
Mike: Arrogant bastard.
Alexis: Mike, he honestly is just trying to do right by Courtney. She ran away because maybe she needs some time, and hunting her down is just going to make it worse.
Mike: You know something? I can see why you're his attorney, Alexis, because you tell him exactly what he wants to hear. And trust me; you earned your money tonight. Iím going to find my daughter.
Alexis: Mike, it may not Ė
Sonny: Let him -- it's all right.
Doorman: Mr. Corinthos --
Sonny: Something wrong?
Doorman: Someone left a note for you at the desk.
Sonny: All right, thank you.
Skye: So how is my grandfather, hmm?
Melissa: Oh, do you care?
Skye: Not really. I just thought it'd be polite to ask.
Melissa: Then what are you still doing here?
Skye: I have no idea.
Melissa: Maybe you care a little more about your grandfather than you're willing to admit.
Skye: Cr maybe Iím just a victim of complete inertia and Iím simply too lazy to move.
Melissa: Maybe. Your -- your grandfather is suffering, Skye.
Skye: But he's not in any pain, is he?
Melissa: Not physical pain. He seems to feel like his life is over.
Skye: But it's not. I mean, he's going to recover.
Melissa: He doesn't want to. He feels like his power has been usurped.
Skye: Oh. Well, it has. By me. See, Iím running the company now. Yes, Grandfather's reign is over, and, well, mine has just begun.
Roy: So you see the pattern. Elderly patients -- they're terminal, they're in pain, and they die suddenly on Melissaís watch.
Bobbie: Well, you know, when you lay it out like that one incident after another, it is alarming. But, Roy, terminal patients do have one thing in common. They are all going to die eventually, and nobody can predict exactly when that's going to happen.
Roy: But why was Melissa there each time?
Bobbie: I don't know. I mean, look, it's true I don't like her, but Iím the first to admit she is very good at what she does. When Helena poisoned Lucas, she got him into the hospital. And she's been very good in the E.R. with the trauma patients. They come in almost D.O.A. Melissa saves lives. She doesn't end them prematurely.
Roy: I mean, that is true. Maybe 'm just overreacting.
Bobbie: How did you get yourself so convinced?
Roy: You know, it was just something she said when one of these elderly people passed away. She called it a blessing. I mean, I don't know why that one word hit me so hard. I knew what she meant. It's just something about the way she said it. I don't know. Well, you know, Bobbie, I -- I shouldn't be putting this on you, but I sure appreciate you hearing me out. Iím going to hit the road.
Bobbie: Roy -- wait a minute.
Carly: Yeah, you know, it feels like Iím too close to the center line.
Zander: Nah, you're perfect. If you get too far over and you hit a parked car, you slide into a ditch --
Carly: Oh, that's encouraging.
Zander: You're doing fine.
Carly: Okay, that -- that R.P. needle thing -- it's climbing again, so it's time to shift.
Zander: Right. Just tell me when you're ready.
Carly: Okay, you know what? I want to do it this time, so when I stomp on the clutch, let me put my hand down first and then we can shift it together, and then I can get the feel for it, okay?
Zander: Okay. Whatever you want.
Carly: Okay. Okay, all right, you know what? The thing is, you have to take your hand off the wheel to shift gears. Can you tell me how stupid is that? Okay, you're supposed to keep your hand on the wheel at both times. Both hands, right, right?
Zander: Right, but when you buy a car, buy an automatic.
Carly: Okay, I know I can do this. Okay, here we go. One, two, three -- stomp the clutch. And let the clutch out.
Zander: Easy, easy.
Carly: You did it.
Zander: Told you. Told you.
Carly: Oh. This is kind of cool, actually. It's terrifying, but it's cool. Thanks.
Zander: Eyes on the road.
Zander: You're welcome.
Sonny: Did you see who left this?
Doorman: No, no, I stepped away from the desk for a cup of coffee. It was there when I came back.
Alexis: Thank you very much for bringing it up.
Sonny: Thanks. Is that Courtneyís handwriting?
Mike: I don't know. I don't know.
Sonny: Do you know?
Alexis: It's possible.
Mike: Well, open it.
Sonny: "Sonny, Iím fried. I need some time to myself, so Iím going to go out of town for a while. Don't worry, Iíll be fine, and Iíll keep in touch. Tell my -- tell my parents Iím okay. Courtney."
A.J.: Have a cookie. The mint ones -- they are the hotel specialty.
Courtney: How do you tell the difference between shock and hypoglycemia?
A.J.: Well, I think [missing] cures both. It does. I tell you what, why don't you -- why don't you go to your room. You have your own bath, jacuzzi, sauna. Oh, yeah -- room service on call 24/7. Personal shopper down in the lobby boutique -- very discreet. No one will know you're even here. What?
Courtney: If Sonny finds out about this, he's going to go ballistic.
A.J.: He thinks you've left. Everyone does. Courtney, Iíve handled everything. All you have to do is relax. You're safe. I promise.
Bobbie: She was a sweet old lady with lung cancer, and she never had any visitors. And she said her family consisted of two basic groups -- the dysfunctional and the deceased. And she called Melissa her daughter in spirit, and I think Melissa felt the same way about her because she sat by her bed night after night. And then all of a sudden, one morning, the woman was gone. No crisis. And I really thought Melissa was going to be beside herself, but she wasn't. She was remarkably calm, and she called it a blessing. It was almost as if she knew it was going to happen.
Roy: Yeah, I know. I was there when Tony questioned Melissa about Mrs. Holt's death.
Bobbie: Mrs. Holt? Iím referring to Mrs. Granger.
Roy: There was another one? When?
Bobbie: Mrs. Granger died six weeks ago.
Roy: Mrs. Holt died just last week.
>> On the next "General Hospital" --
Nikolas: I will do whatever it wakes to make this problem go away.
A.J.: Courtney's going to be staying here for a while.
Skye: Are you out of your mind?
Janine: Produce my daughter right now, or I might just forget Iím a lady.
Edward: What's that?
Melissa: Something for your pain.