GH Transcript Tuesday 11/11/03

General Hospital Transcript Tuesday 11/11/03

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Proofread By Brian

Jax: You know, if you take a picture, it'll actually last longer.

Sam: I suppose you think I was watching you sleep.

Jax: I -- I know that you were watching me sleep. Did I pass the inspection?

Sam: Yeah.

Jax: Yeah?

Sam: Yeah.

[Phone buzzes]

Sam: Hey, what's wrong?

Jax: No, nothing. Nothing.

Michael: You need some help here?

Courtney: Yeah, here we go. There we go.

Michael: Jason!

Jason: What's up, buddy? How you doing? Are you surprised?

Courtney: Yeah. Completely. Why didn't you tell me you were coming back?

Brian: Courtney, I got your message. What did you need to see me about?

Nikolas: It's not hearsay. I personally witnessed my uncle, Stefan Cassadine, threaten to murder Luke Spencer on many occasions -- too numerous to recount here. On the night my uncle died, he attacked Luke, who reacted in self-defense.

Luke: That's a lie. I attacked Stefan with a knife because I wanted him dead.

Alexis: You need to be quiet.

Luke: I'm not ashamed and I'm not sorry. I willfully, knowingly, remorselessly murdered Stefan Cassadine and if he comes back from the dead, as his kind often do, I'll kill him again!

Courtney: I -- I didn't mean for you to rush over. It's really not urgent. I just found something that I wanted to ask you about. But would it be ok if I just called you later?

Brian: Sure. Everything ok here?

Jason: Everything's fine.

Brian: Then Iíll -- Iíll talk to you later.

Michael: I'm so glad you came. I'm so glad you came. Aunt Courtney and I were just about to have a picnic, right?

Courtney: Yep.

Jason: A picnic?

Courtney: I promised little Michael that I was going to have a cookout for him in the park.

Jason: Sounds good to me.

Michael: You can come.

Jason: You can count me in.

Michael: Yay!

Jason: All right. Take these groceries to the kitchen and we can go on that picnic a lot faster.

Michael: All right.

Jason: And I might give you a dollar.

Michael: Ok, whatever.

Courtney: Ooh. Oh, you -- you want to know why I asked Brian to come over. Somebody left these on my doorstep.

Jason: Wow.

Courtney: Hmm.

Jason: Brian definitely has a family.

Courtney: Yeah, he never mentioned it. Not that there's anything inherently wrong in not opening up about your personal life right away, but --

Jason: Unless you're trying to hide something.

Courtney: I don't understand this, Jason. Why would somebody leave these clippings for me?

Jason: Either someone's been noticing how much Brianís been hanging around here and they want you to know who you're dealing with or Brian left the clippings himself because he wants to play some kind of mind game.

Emily: Jase, it's Em. I need to see you as soon as possible. It's about Zander and Nikolas. All right. You guys definitely have to go.

Scott: Make sure those handcuffs are good and tight. He can be awfully slippery. However, the citizens of this town owe him a debt of gratitude by saving them the expense of a trial, admitting that he's guilty as hell.

Alexis: My client admitted to involuntary manslaughter, nothing more.

Luke: Don't you ever listen? It wasn't involuntary. It was murder. I planned it, I plotted it, I executed it with extreme malice and forethought.

Alexis: When are you going to stop being your worst enemy?

Skye: Alexis has a point. As much as I appreciate grandstand plays, this one's going to blow up in your face.

Luke: Let it.

Dillon: You again.

Woman: Hello.

Dillon: Hi. How you doing? Why are you at Luke Spencerís hearing?

Woman: How is that your business?

Dillon: Well, I did help you last night and I didn't have to. So if you could give me an answer, that would be really nice.

Woman: I helped you, too. I could have squealed or rolled out from under the bed while you were groping your girlfriend, but I chose not to. You can pay me back by leaving me alone.

Nikolas: Anything more I can do to help?

Luke: Yeah, you can stop butting in, stop messing with my business.

Alexis: Let me interpret. He wanted to thank you for his testimony.

Luke: Don't interpret. Listen up, both of you. It was murder. I did it on purpose. I went to Spoon Island with a knife, fully intending to leave it in that bastard's bloodless heart. That's exactly what I did. End of case. I'm tired of you do-gooders. Take me to my cell.

Scott: I thought we were done for the day.

Alexis: I'm here to consult with my client and it's taking way too long for Luke to be brought up from lockup. You taking things personally again, Scott? You denying my client his civil rights?

Scott: I don't have to. He's completely cooperating with the law. In fact, he's tied himself up in a big, fat bow and he's presenting himself to me like a gift. Now, let me ask you something. Why are wasting my time, your time, everybody's time on a guy that's dead set on spending the rest of his miserable life in prison?

Skye: Well, well, look at this. The D.A. and Lukeís defense attorney with their little heads together like two little kids telling secrets. If I were prone to suspicion, I might actually think you were conspiring against Luke.

Scott: What do you care?

Skye: I'm interested.

Scott: Oh well, the guy is a ticking time bomb. Why would you give a damn about what happens to him, hmm?

Alexis: Don't get too comfortable. You need to leave.

Skye: Who are you, the hall monitor? Last time I checked, anyone could walk through those police station doors.

Alexis: Preferable on police matters. This case has absolutely nothing to do with you.

Skye: On the other hand, it has way too much to do with you, Alexis. You're the victim's sister. How can you defend the man who killed him? Doesn't take a brain surgeon to see there's a conflict of interest here.

Alexis: The good news is that it is not for you to decide.

Skye: Well, I could register my opinion with the State Bar. I'm sure there are legal ethics being violated left and right around here.

Alexis: You know, for once, Scott is right. Why do you care?

Skye: Because, Alexis, I have seen you ruin one too many lives, and Iím not about to sit back and watch you ruin Lukeís.

Alexis: I'm here trying to construct a defense for my client, which is taking up all my time and energy, which leaves me none left to deal with your histrionics. So Iíll tell you what -- I'm going to come back and see Luke later, hoping that you will have lost interest and given your attention span, that should take about two minutes.

Nikolas: Hi.

Emily: Hi.

Nikolas: Wow, you work fast. All the real hideous pieces are gone already. With any luck, they'll have some market value and now we can brighten up Windermere and turn a profit at the same time. What's wrong?

Emily: Yeah. I found -- found something concealed under the base of the bronze raven.

Nikolas: It's my uncle's handwriting.

Emily: Yeah, I -- I didn't read it. Um -- I'll leave so you can read it in private.

Nikolas: No, no, no, no. I don't want any secrets from you. We'll read it together.

Emily: Ok.

Emily: It reads like a suicide note.

[Phone rings]

Woman: Hello? Hey, Lisa, what's up? Yeah. I'm having the best time. Don't let anyone tell you cruises don't rock. Um -- we're in the Hawaiian Islands at the moment. Yeah, Kauai , to be exact. The beaches are amazing.

Dillon: Hey, Gidget. Surf's up. Guess what -- you have about five seconds to hang up that phone and get your little booty in the water or I'm throwing you in. Five --

Woman: It's nobody. It's just --

Dillon: Four.

Woman: A geeky guy I met that won't take no for an answer. I'll call you later.

Dillon: Well, you know what? This is a really strange weather pattern, especially for Hawaii , don't you think?

Woman: Why are you following me?

Dillon: I figured you wanted me to. Ok? What other possible explanation is for us showing up at the exact same place coincidentally and then you leaving without an explanation? You tell me.

Woman: Because I don't have to explain myself to you. I'm sorry to deflate your great big ego but I have no interest in you. I don't see how anyone could, except for that terminally unhip girlfriend of yours.

Dillon: What is your problem?

Woman: At the moment, you.

Dillon: What -- wait --?

Jason: Is Morgan ok?

Courtney: Yeah, napping blissfully.

Jason: While you were dealing with him, I put -- I put Meyer on the title search for this house and Iím -- I'm pretty sure what's going to turn up. I just -- I took another look around.

Courtney: And?

Jason: Well -- I'm pretty sure a family lived here, probably less than two years ago. I found this calendar. It's from 2001. It was -- it was behind the refrigerator in the basement. So, dates are circled. You know, notes are written in a woman's handwriting. There was a kid, Henry. He took swimming lessons and had play group on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Let's see. There's a wife here, Karen. She volunteered at the local hospital. And the husband -- it looks like he played in summer softball in some league, and then he played hockey in the winter. And they took a couple camping vacations and some cross-country ski stuff.

Courtney: Well, maybe the athlete was Henryís older brother.

Jason: No. The husband was town sheriff.

Courtney: So this is Brianís house?

Jax: I hope you saved some for me.

Sam: Yeah, I ordered double, just for you.

Jax: Oh, nice. Mmm. Mmm, yum.

Sam: Uh-huh?

Jax: Hi.

Sam: Hi. What are we going to do today?

Jax: Well, we can't stay in bed all day.

Sam: Yes, we can.

Jax: Uh-uh. Places to go, people to see. Ahem. Mom called.

[Phone rings]

Jane: Hello.

Jax: Mom, it's Jax.

Jane: Where have you been? I've been trying to reach you.

Jax: Well, we had -- we had car trouble. Why? What's going on?

Jane: Is it fixed? If not, arrange some other form of transportation -- whatever gets you here the fastest. Your father has taken a turn for the worse.

Jason: All right, thank you. I'll let you know if I need anything else. Well, Meyer did the search and I was right. The owners of record are Brian and Karen Beck.

Courtney: Well, that explains why he knew so much about the plumbing. But why -- why wouldn't he just come out and say that he used to live here? Why keep it a secret?

Jason: I don't know. Maybe, you know, Brian knew that you were my wife from the beginning, and he could be trying to work you for information.

Courtney: Ugh -- I don't like this. It's creepy. Why would he want to hide the fact that he has a wife and kid?

Jason: You know what? We don't know what kind of guy he is.

Courtney: It doesn't stop, does it? I mean, I try to take Michael and Morgan away to a place where they can run around and play without fear, where I don't have to question the motives of every person I meet.

Jason: Maybe there is no such place, Courtney.

Courtney: Or maybe we're all just so closely tied to you and Sonny that the danger and suspicion just follows us wherever we go.

Jason: Just let me take you home. I can protect you there.

Courtney: Jason, I want to more than you know, but I just don't think it's a good idea.

[Phone rings]

Jason: Yeah. All right. I'm on the way.

Michael: I'm bringing my ball and mitt so we can play catch.

Jason: You know what, buddy? I can't go after all.

Michael: No!

Jason: I -- Iím sorry, I got a call, and I just -- you know, I got to go.

Michael: To work? You and daddy always have to work. It's not fair.

Courtney: I know, Michael. None of this is fair.

Jax: I appreciate your delivering the car.

Man: Well, you made it worth my while.

Jax: There you go. Any idea what caused the breakdown?

Man: Yeah, there was a problem with the electrical system. You said you were in a hurry, so I just replaced it, but I kept the old part. I can try to figure out what failed and why.

Jax: Yeah, that would be good, but right now I need your guarantee that this car will make it to Brisbee. I can't afford to lose any more time.

Man: No problem. The car is good to go.

Jax: All right, good. Thanks very much. Appreciate it.

Sam: Here. Remember something -- speed is good, accidents are not. Please take your time, ok?

Jax: My father's on the brink of death, so please don't lecture me about caution, ok?

[Car starts]

Dillon: Hey, I don't know if you've heard or not, but it's probably not a good idea to walk around with a gun in your purse. Recent studies show that these things have a tendency to maim and kill people.

Woman: Who asked for your brilliant observation?

Dillon: Look -- listen -- hey -- you convinced me to invite you into my family's home. You used my room. If you're some psycho, deranged, teenaged killer or on your way to one, I could be considered an accessory and I've got bigger things to deal with in my life right now, thank you very much.

Woman: I promise, no one will ever know I was in your room.

Dillon: What did you do? Huh? Are you -- are you, like, in trouble or something?

Woman: No, I'm not in trouble. But I'm about to make it for someone who deserves all that and more and you can't stop me, so don't even try. Just forget you ever met me. And good luck with that whole double virginity thing.

Alexis: The facts of this case are not in dispute. Stefan Cassadine was stabbed and fell 100 feet to his death. What you must determine is why Mr. Cassadine was in a life-and-death struggle with a man he hated, a man he had long threatened to kill.

Cameron: You don't really expect that to fly, do you? I'm sorry, I don't mean to interrupt. By all means, continue -- as long as you realize you're chasing your own tail by trying to construct a self-defense plea when Luke insists on telling the entire world that he deliberately murdered your brother.

Alexis: Have you actually seen Luke lately? He may be nuts, but he's as smart as ever, and he can certainly distinguish the difference between right and wrong, which is the foundation of an insanity defense.

Cameron: Luke's still trapped in guilt and grief over Laura. His vendetta with your brother was all he had left. In order to make what happen to Laura count, in order to gain a sorely needed victory, Luke needs the satisfaction of having killed his mortal enemy. Is any of this making any sense to you?

Alexis: The truth? It sounds like the ramblings of a shrink with a God complex.

[Cameron chuckles]

Cameron: Why are you so determined to prove self-defense? Could it be because you're secretly relieved that Luke got rid of your brother? Maybe you should ask yourself what's more important -- assuaging your own guilt or saving your client from a lethal injection.

Nikolas: "My dear Nikolas, if you're reading this, I'm dead and Luke Spencer is on his way to prison. I'm confident you'll find a way to get out from underneath the debt. What this is about is a long-term solution to a long-standing threat. I plan to -- I plan to lure Luke to Spoon Island , to the very bluff where Summer fell. I'll goad him into killing me and if I can't, I'll jump. All that matters is the end result. My death, Lukeís incarceration, will ensure you live your life in safety and peace."

Emily: What do you want to do?

[Nikolas sighs]

Nikolas: I don't know. I'm not sure. I mean, Luke -- Luke swears that he killed my uncle. Maybe -- maybe he did and this letter's irrelevant.

Emily: Well, if you could write the ending of all of this, what would it be?

Nikolas: Luke would go free, my uncle would rest in peace, and this ridiculous Spencer/Cassadine war would finally be over. But, of course, that's what I want. Clearly, Luke wants something else. I mean, he's -- he's gone out of his way to declare his guilt. Shouldn't I respect that Luke as a man has the right to make that choice and destroy this letter?

Skye: I need you to help me ruin the Quartermaines, and you can't very well do that from prison, now, can you?

Luke: You'll visit. We'll work out a strategy.

Skye: What if I need your body as well as your mind?

Luke: Maybe I can arrange a conjugal visit or two.

Skye: Oh my God, you really are insane, aren't you? How can you joke around at a time like this?

Luke: Who's joking?

Skye: All you have to do is say that you killed Stefan in self-defense.

Luke: But that's not what happened.

Skye: Well, duh. Lie. Something tells me it wouldn't be the first time.

Luke: Well, not about this. I wear my badge of murder proudly.

Skye: Well, that would explain why you're having Alexis act as your defense attorney. I'm sure you're just thrilled at the way she's sabotaging your case.

Luke: Is she? I was about to fire her for trying to get my charges reduced to manslaughter.

Skye: Luke, Stefan is dead, gone forever. Why do you find it so necessary to throw your life away after him?

Luke: You have beautiful eyes.

Skye: This is typical, grandiose alcoholic behavior. I've indulged in enough of it to recognize it a mile away.

Luke: If you're going to start that 12-step cha-cha with me, the date's over.

Skye: I was counting on you.

Luke: Well, I was looking forward to rattling the Quartermaines' cage, but reality is what it is. I'm going to be out of circulation, if not lethally injected, for a very long time.

Skye: I really can't believe you're that sanguine about going to prison for the rest of your life.

Luke: Sanguine?

Skye: You know, you're up to something. I know it. You want to be convicted of Stefanís murder just in case, God forbid; anyone doubts that you are the guy who brought down Stefan. And then you're going to escape on your way to prison.

Luke: We could have some fun with an imagination like that.

Skye: Well, you know what? That little plan doesn't work for me. You know why? It doesn't serve me. You're even less valuable to me as a fugitive than you are as a convict. I need you, Luke Spencer, so I am going to save your sorry butt whether you like it or not.

Luke: Hmm.

Emily: Hi.

Nikolas: Hi.

Emily: I thought I'd find you here.

Nikolas: I'm being morbid, I know.

Emily: No. He was your uncle. You're allowed to grieve for him.

Nikolas: He'd want more than that. He'd want me to avenge him, for sure.

Emily: What good would that do?

Nikolas: Well, I'd be fulfilling my destiny, you know. I was raised to be the Cassadine prince, which means I was taught how to hate. I was taught how to value revenge. I was taught how to plot and scheme the same way I was taught how to ride or speak Latin. The knowledge is there. It's there. It's inside me. I may choose not to use it, but I understand how to make Luke pay.

Emily: Why would you want to, Nikolas?

Nikolas: Why would I want to? Why would I want to? Can I tell you a secret?

Emily: Of course you can. You can tell me anything you want. You know that.

Nikolas: I'm not sorry Luke killed my uncle, but it takes everything I have not to hate Luke for turning my uncle into a monster in the first place. You know, when I was growing up, I remember my uncle as -- he was strong and sure of himself. And now when I think of him in the end, he was -- he was bitter and twisted and half insane. And you know what? That's Lukeís fault. It really is. There wasn't anything I could do about it until you found that letter and now -- if Luke wants to go to prison, why shouldn't I let him, Emily?

Emily: Nikolas, you do whatever it takes to set you free. You do -- do whatever lets you walk away from this endless war with its pointless hate. You're so much better than that.

Courtney: Michael, stop stalling. I thought you wanted this picnic.

Michael: I do.

Courtney: Ok, well, then let's go. I don't want to be eating hamburgers at midnight.

Michael: What am I supposed to do when you're cooking?

Courtney: Well, you didn't seem to have a problem with that when we planned the day.

Michael: Well, then Jason came back and I realized that I really wanted someone to play with.

Courtney: Well --

[Knock on door]

Michael: Brian's here. We can go now.

Brian: Go where?

Courtney: Oh, no. Michael, you didn't ask Brian to come over without telling him why, not to mention asking me if it was ok.

Michael: I told you I needed someone to play with. Look what I have.

Brian: That's a great mitt, Michael. I apologize. I thought he was calling for you.

Courtney: Jason had to leave and Michael was disappointed.

Michael: You like to play catch, right?

Brian: Yes.

Courtney: Michael --

Michael: Aunt Courtneyís going to cook some hamburgers. Everyone loves hamburgers, right?

Brian: That's true.

Michael: So, will you come with us?

Brian: I appreciate the invitation, buddy, but that has to be Courtneyís call.

Jax: John Jax?

Nurse: Right there.

Jax: Thanks.

Jane: Oh, Jax, thank God. I was afraid you wouldn't make it in time.

[Monitor beeps]

Jax: How's he doing?

Jane: He's still with us, but barely.

Jax: Dad.

John: My son.

Jax: Dad, hey, I got the cards, just like I promised. See? Dad?

[Monitor flat-lines]

Jax: Dad -- dad, don't do this. Come on. Don't do this, dad. Somebody get a doctor! Dad, please. Please.

Courtney: Here we go.

Michael: We're home.

Courtney: I think Morganís the only one who's not soaked. Oh, man. Hey, Michael, why don't you -- why don't you get out of that wet coat and shoes. So, does the sky open up and dump water all the time around here?

Brian: All I can say is there was no rain in the forecast.

Courtney: Hi. Michael, why don't you get upstairs and get out of those wet clothes? I'll run you a bath as soon as I get your brother into bed.

Brian: Hey, Michael --

Michael: Yeah?

Brian: You forgot these.

Michael: Thanks.

Courtney: Hi.

Doctor: Note the time of death and give the family a few minutes alone with the body.

Jax: Can you ever forgive me?

Jane: Whatever for?

Jax: Because I failed dad when he needed me most.

Jane: Oh, John would have less tolerance with that kind of attitude than I do. Your father thought the sun rose and set on you. You have no reason to feel guilty about anything.

Jax: I had the cards, mom. I just didn't get them here in time.

Jane: Enough of those damned cards. I can't tell you how much I hate them. I refuse to believe that losing them killed my husband, just as I refuse to believe that they made the Jax family fortune to begin with. John did that with courage and savvy and determination. He was a success because he was charming and stubborn and -- such a marvelous dancer. Did I ever tell you that John took me dancing on our first date? Oh, God, I love him so.

Jax: I know, mom. I know. I know.

Jane: John loved you and your brother with his whole heart. Jerry was always a bit of a rake, but maybe John saw too much of himself in your brother. Whatever the reason, his hope shone on you and you surpassed his wildest dreams. You were the pride of his life, Jax. He died smiling, knowing you were by his side. Now, that's what you hold on to, son, and that is what you take away.

Emily: Jase, hey.

Jason: Hey.

Emily: Listen, I need to ask another enormous favor. It's about Nikolas --

Jason: I already know. Faith purchased the Cassadine debt from Alcazar. Now she's refusing to take my money for payment so she can force Nikolas into business with her.

Emily: Ok, listen, I know it's a lot to ask, but can you protect Nikolas, you know, scare Faith so badly that she'll leave him alone?

Jason: I have my own plans for Faith. But, Emily, I need you to understand how serious this is now. Stopping Faith means stopping Zander, too. Are you ok with that?

[Door opens]

Nikolas: Skye?

Skye: The housekeeper let me in.

Nikolas: What brings you here?

Skye: I got the impression that we share a common goal -- neither of us wants to see Luke spend his life in prison and we both support the self-defense theory, so tell me -- if Iím wrong, I will leave right now.

Nikolas: No. No, you're not wrong.

Skye: Great. Ok, well, I was wondering if maybe you could help me find any evidence that would -- that would help support that. You know, maybe a receipt for a gun that Stefan purchased or a bill from a P.I. that kept Luke on surveillance -- anything that would document Stefanís grudge against Luke.

Nikolas: I didn't realize you and Luke were so close.

Skye: Well, I wouldn't go that far. See, Luke is very important to a project that I'm working on, and he's not too much help in prison, so the first step would be getting him exonerated of Stefanís murder.

Nikolas: I think you're forgetting that Luke doesn't want to be exonerated.

Skye: Well, that would be the second reason I'm getting involved. I've had my experience with life trashing -- the acting out, pushing of limits, throwing yourself up so high in the sky just to see how far you'll come crashing down. That is what Luke is doing right now and if he is able to succeed, well, that would be a real waste.

Nikolas: Yeah. Think I may have what you need.

Alexis: One young woman's life was threatened, another taken. Obviously, Stefan Cassadine was spiraling out of control. It makes sense that he would turn that rage into -- no, uh-uh-uh-uh, that's not right.

Woman: Excuse me.

Alexis: Can you hold on one second? Let me just finish this thought. Stefan Cassadine intended to kill Luke Spencer that night on the bluff. It would be the final irony to throw Luke off the same cliff he threw Summer Holloway, the woman who was supposed to be Lauraís replacement. Ok, that's better. I'm sorry. What can I do for --?

Woman: You can die, bitch.

Jax: Mom, they're going to have to move dad soon.

Jane: I understand. I just want a minute alone.

Jax: I'm going to go take care of the paperwork, ok?

Sam: Jax -- I am so sorry.

Jax: Don't be. See, it's good news, because my father doesn't need the cards anymore, so they're all yours and you can burn them. You can do whatever you want with them. You can believe in them if you want because I don't give a damn.

Courtney: Oh, you didn't have to do that.

Brian: No, it was my pleasure. One of the best things about this house is the fireplace. Heats the whole living room and the chimney draws really well. It never smokes.

Courtney: Really? Is that why you originally bought the house -- because of the fireplace?

Brian: You figured it out.

Courtney: No, Jason did. He found a calendar in the basement.

Brian: And Michael found the glove. I thought I cleared everything out.

Courtney: Well, he wouldn't have known what to look for if somebody hadn't left this on the doorstep. So, is that somebody you?

Brian: No.

Brian: I haven't seen these clippings in years.

Courtney: Ok, I'm confused, Brian. Why wouldn't you just tell me that you used to live here and where are your wife and child now?

Emily: Jason, Zander is not thinking clearly. He went to work for Faith to get back at me.

Jason: Doesn't matter why he did it. He's made himself a threat.

Emily: It's my fault. I hurt him so badly, Jase. Please don't hurt him any more.

Jason: Emily, you know I would do anything for you.

Emily: I know.

Jason: But this is not a game and normally I don't like to discuss business with you but Faith tried to kill me, ok, and now Zanderís lined himself up with her. In the end, his reasons do not matter. He's an enemy.

Emily: All right. What if Zander quit? If I could get through to him and make him stop working for Faith, then you would be able to leave him alone, right?

Jason: Zander has crossed the line. There's no crossing back.

Luke: This is getting tiresome, people. You know, I was just getting to the good part of the book Iím reading. If she brought you here to try to talk me into going for self-defense, she's wasted your time.

Nikolas: It wasn't self-defense, Luke. My uncle killed himself.

Luke: The hell he did.

Nikolas: He left that letter. That lays out his whole plan. You were set up. My uncle always meant to die that night. As soon as I turn that over to the D.A., you'll be free.

Luke: The letter's a forgery.

Woman: Go ahead, make a run for it. I'll just shoot you in the back.

Alexis: Who are you?

Woman: The daughter of the man you killed.

Alexis: Luis Alcazar?

Woman: You sound surprised. Did you not think he had anyone who cared about him enough to avenge his murder?

Alexis: It was self-defense. He tried to kill me.

Woman: Liar! My father was in his hotel room, in his pajamas. A woman was sleeping in the next room. You barged in, stabbed him, pushed him off of a balcony and you didn't pay. They let you off to defend another murderer with your own excuse -- self-defense. Whose idea of justice is that?

Alexis: I realize that to tell you I'm sorry would be woefully inappropriate. It's obvious how much you loved your father and I'm quite certain that he loved you, too, which is why you shouldn't be doing --

Woman: Shut up! You killed my father, and now you're going to die.

Dillon: No!

>> On the next " General Hospital " --

Dillon: Are you crazy? Why did you do that?

Woman: Justice.

Jax: I had the cards but I couldn't get them to my father in time.

Sam: It wasn't your fault.

Luke: I killed him! He did not commit suicide! I won!

Alan: Convince him that she may not recover.

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