GH Transcript Wednesday 4/7/04

General Hospital Transcript Wednesday 4/7/04

Provided by Suzanne

Proofread by Brian

Jason: Hey. No, no, no, it's ok. It's ok. I'm trying not to startle you.

Emily: Oh, I'm sorry for showing up here in the middle of the night. I should have left you a message on your cell phone or --

Jason: No, no, don't worry about it, ok? Just -- just tell me what you need.

Emily: Help me believe that Nikolas is dead.

Mary: Good morning, Connor.

Sonny: Whew!

Sam: You're back.

Sonny: Yeah, I live here, remember? That's usually how it works -- I go out and I come back in. Maybe you'll get used to it, too, since you live here now.

Lorenzo: Oh. Oh. Ah. Carly?

Carly: Yeah, I'm here.

Lorenzo: We're in the basement?

Carly: That's right.

Lorenzo: All right, you hit me over the head, and you seem to be holding me prisoner. Do you mind telling me why?

Dillon: Breakfast at this house is much like a parody of a meal, just as the people in this house are a parody of a family -- treacherous, greedy, connected only by D.N.A. When the -- when the herd isn't thundering, they're circling, looking for the first sign of weakness so that they can pounce on each other like a bunch of rabid dogs.

Tracy: What are you doing?

Dillon: Well, mom, I am starting my screenplay, a manifesto of alienated youth based on a true story. I'm the hero, and you're the villain.

Mary: Well, I couldn't help it. You were staring at me when I woke up.

Nikolas: You were drooling.

Mary: I -- I was not. You --

Nikolas: See? See? I can make a joke. I was staring at you because you're beautiful, thank you. I was trying to imagine what you looked like asleep when you were 15, 20, or whenever it was when we spent our first night together.

Mary: I was 15 the first time I slept in your arms, 16 the first time that we made love. I was a virgin; you werenít.

Nikolas: How was I?

Mary: You were perfect. My one and only love. Enough of that.

Nikolas: What do you mean? What's the matter?

Mary: Nothing, I just -- I don't want you to feel pressured by me constantly reminding you of a past you can't remember. We -- I -- I need to move on and concentrate on the memories that we're starting now.

Nikolas: Well, that's what I want, too. But how can we do that if you keep running?

Sonny: You were worried about me, weren't you?

Sam: Me?

Sonny: Yeah.

Sam: When?

Sonny: Well, you had this look on your face when I came in, like you thought I wasn't coming back or something.

Sam: That's really silly. This is your house. Of course you would come back.

Sonny: Yeah, but maybe you woke up, I wasn't there, and you thought maybe I remembered what happened last night, flipped out, and went running for the hills.

Sam: Maybe. Yep, maybe a little. Yeah.

Sonny: I box three times a week.

Sam: Nice. Oh, that's where you get these from, huh?

Sonny: Yeah.

Sam: Let me feel.

Sonny: Listen, I -- I'm not going to change my mind, ok? I want you here.

Sam: Just remember, we did not sign any contracts, we agreed to see how this works, and if it doesn't, you give me the word. I'm --

Sonny: Out the door.

Sam: Uh-huh.

Sonny: Yeah. I don't think you know how attractive you are to me.

Sam: Well, I could use a reminder.

Sonny: You're sweet when you're insecure.

Sam: "Sweet?" You making fun of me -- "sweet?"

Sonny: Oh, no, not at all.

Sam: Because I've been called a lot of things in life, and sweet definitely --

Sonny: Oh.

Sam: Is not one of them.

Sonny: So that's why you get all mouthy when --

Sam: "Mouthy?" "Mouthy," now, that's one I recognize.

Sonny: No, what Iím saying is, you know --

Sam: I get that a lot.

Sonny: You know, when you get -- how you get all defensive, when you jump in somebody's face and -- you know why you do that? I'll tell you why. Because no one's ever told you how soft and sweet you are; how it radiates through your beautiful eyes.

Sam: Huh. No one's ever seen that in me except you. So maybe you're the reason it's there.

[Knock on door]

Courtney: Hey.

Carly: Hey.

Courtney: I got your message. It sounded strange.

Carly: Well, you didn't have to come all the way over here. I was just looking for Jason.

Courtney: Yeah, which usually means you're in some kind of trouble. Come on, Carly, what's going on?

Carly: Oh, it's no big deal. You look nice. Aren't you late for work or something?

Courtney: Whatever it is, it's really bad, isn't it? Something so terrible you think only Jason can fix it. Well, he's not available, Carly, but Iím right here.

Carly: Believe me, Courtney.  You do not need to know about this.

Courtney: Come on, Carly, you have helped me through so much. Let me return the favor. Tell me what's going on.

Carly: I chained up Lorenzo in the basement, and now I just -- I don't know what to do with him.

Courtney: What exactly do you mean by "chained"?

Carly: Oh, it was just a -- it was a figure of speech.

Courtney: Ok, so you don't literally have Alcazar in your basement?

Carly: Yeah. Yeah, I do. He's just not literally chained. He's -- he's handcuffed, which is kind of scary because the handcuffs were just lying there. They were right on a shelf. Who knows? Maybe Alcazar had someone locked up in the basement before he decided to rent the place to me.

Courtney: Ok, Carly, did he attack you?

Carly: No, no, no, no, no. No, no, no, no, but he did -- he hired the guy to blow up Sonny's car. Yeah. He wanted the judge to think Sonny was as dangerous as possible so that I would get full custody of Michael and Morgan.

Courtney: So how did you find out?

Carly: He admitted it to me. That was only after the bomber broke into my house, which is a completely other story. Oh --

Courtney: Ok, Carly, listen, tell me what is relevant.

Carly: What? Relevant?

Courtney: Yeah.

Carly: Relevant. Hmm -- let's see. Oh -- Lorenzo can see. That's relevant.

Courtney: So Lorenzo was lying about being blind?

Carly: You know, I don't -- I actually don't think so, but I -- who knows?

Courtney: Ok, look, we need to focus. Why do you have Lorenzo locked in your basement?

Carly: Well, because I told him that it was over, and we started arguing. I told him to leave. He said that it never would be over, and so, I don't know. I just -- I kind of -- I snapped. Yeah, I did, I snapped, and I just -- I grabbed a statue and I hit him over the head with it, and then I knocked him out. And I figured, you know what? When he came to, I just didn't -- I just didn't want to have that same argument with him, so I -- I dragged him down into the basement and I handcuffed him to a pipe. Yeah.

Courtney: Ok.

Carly: Yeah, so that's -- that's why I wanted to talk to Jason, because I figured he'd know what to do next.

Courtney: Yeah, well, Jason -- you know he's going to say that it's time for Alcazar to die. Maybe that's what you want.

Dillon: So, Mom, what do you think is the worst mistake a filmmaker can commit?

Tracy: Oh, goody -- a movie game. Produce a flop.

Dillon: That is a perfect answer, especially coming from you. You know, it doesn't surprise me in the least that you would think profit is all that matters. You're wrong, mom! You're wrong. I'll tell you what the worst mistake a filmmaker can commit is -- resorting to false sentiment. For example, you got a mother and a son, right? Mom loves the son genuinely in a way that a mother does. She doesn't blackmail the kid in order to push her own agenda; in order to get her own way. She only wants him to be happy in the way that a mother is supposed to. And that's what triumphs in the end, that love. You know, you roll end credits, you fade to black -- Blech! It's horrible. It's disgusting. You kick that idiot out of the director's guild, because any filmmaker -- any self-respecting filmmaker with any sort of recognition for what goes on in real life knows that greed, money, and power are always going to prevail in the end in real life. Isn't that right?

Tracy: Sweetheart, what's wrong with you? This is melodramatic even for you.

Ned: Did I hear our family's favorite word -- "blackmail?Ē

Dillon: Ned. Hey, you haven't -- you haven't been updated. Allow me to do that.

Ned: What's up?

Dillon: Our -- our adoring, sweet mother here talked my friend Sage into setting up Georgie, whom I happen to love, into looking like a slut on the internet.

Ned: And how did she do that?

Dillon: Ooh. She -- she used the hospital computer to create a webpage so as to make it look like Georgie wanted to sell naked pictures of herself.

Ned: Well, congratulations, mother. You've reached an all-time low.

Dillon: No. Actually, that's -- that's not the half of it. She threatened to expose Georgie, to ruin her reputation, get her fired from her job, expelled from school, humiliated in front of a bunch of voyeuristic lowlifes unless -- unless I voted for her as C.E.O. of E.L.Q. You know what? It worked, because I caved in, and she got what she wanted. So what do you think? Does the end justify the means, or is our mother even worse than we give her credit for? A treacherous, lecherous, kindless villain?

Edward: What are you two doing dawdling around the breakfast table? I mean, you got what you wanted. You stole E.L.Q. out from under me. Why don't you get to the office and turn a profit?

Tracy: You know what? Daddy, I know that you expect me to fail in my new position. But guess what -- you are going to be surprised, pleasantly or otherwise. I have the company situation well in hand.

Alan: Well, I'm glad to hear it. Now you can hire a private security company to go after Nikolas.

Edward: I don't think we're going to be using our limited resources to fund a trek through the woods to look for a boy that's already dead and not even a family member.

Alan: That is disgusting!

Monica: Yes, it is disgusting. I'm not going to leave Emily hanging like this. She needs closure.

Tracy: Closure?

Monica: Yes!

Tracy: The boy is dead! How much more closure is there than that?

Monica: Excuse me, but I think you are completely out of line here.

Tracy: Why do you think it's our responsibility?

Monica: Because it is. Because Emily is my daughter, and I'm not going to leave her, as I said, hanging like this!

Sonny: What's up?

Emily: Hey, Sonny.

Sonny: Hi. I'm sorry for your loss.

Emily: Yeah, it's strange. I don't really know how to respond to that. I won't be long.

Jason: Ok, take your time. It's ok.

Sonny: Is she all right?

Jason: No, it's going to take a while. She hasn't accepted that Nikolas is gone. Now I'm just trying to help her.

Sonny: Good, good. Any news on the hit man?

Jason: Oh, yeah. Yeah, yeah, ok. His name is Jack Valcone. Ok, he used to work with Alcazar's brother, Luis --

Sonny: Mm-hmm.

Jason: On at least three separate occasions.

Sonny: That's a link, but I need proof that, you know, Alcazar paid him to set that bomb.

Jason: Yeah, I know, Sonny, I know. I just -- you know, I got to help Emily right now.

Sonny: No -- I understand that, that's fine. I'll just get somebody else to follow --

Jason: Are you sure?

Sonny: I got to prove to Carly beyond a shadow of a doubt that Alcazar paid that bomber. As you know, it's the only way.

Ric: Oh, yeah, he did. It's all right, I'll wait. It'll give you and I a chance to get better acquainted. So, the only thing I know about you thus far is, what, you're a petty thief and sometime prostitute? Which begs the question, how much is Sonny actually paying you to sleep with him?

Sam: I'm beginning to see why everyone hates you.

Ric: Ouch.

Sam: For the record, I have never in my life accepted money for sex. What I did was plead no contest when a corrupt cop was trying to frame me.  The same way you try and frame Sonny over and over again.

Ric: Mm-hmm. Yeah, you talk tough, and you're pretty enough. I can see why my brother is attracted to you. But you are dishonest, Ms. McCall -- not that I think that dishonesty is one of the seven deadly sins. It definitely has its place. I mean, sometimes it's the only way out -- or in. You know what? I suspect that my brother doesn't really know how unsavory your past really is.

Sam: Well, you read my rap sheet. Print out a copy and send it to Sonny. Better yet, why don't you go, get it, bring it on over, and read it out loud to him, because it won't matter.

Ric: Hmm.

Sam: Sonny trusts me.

Ric: Sonny is using you as a distraction for the loss of his family. See, obviously, you're very, very good at your job, and from what I can see, you're definitely amusing. I'm sure it keeps my brother from getting bored.

Sam: No, no, no -- you -- you have no idea how Sonny feels about me.

Ric: I know he doesn't take you out in public, and I definitely know he doesn't bring you around the people he cares about the most. No, you are an embarrassment to Sonny. You're his dirty little secret. That proves that he --

[Door opens]

Ric: Came out of the gutter just like you.

Sonny: Get away from her, Ric.

Nikolas: You are impossible. Why wouldn't you let me do that?

Mary: You need your rest.

Nikolas: I don't think carrying one armload of wood is going to exhaust me.

Mary: Oh, I'm sorry. You're right. I'm hovering again. This is me backing off. You make the fire; I'll have breakfast ready in a minute.

Nikolas: No, no, no, no. Go ahead. Go ahead. Say it straight out. I can take it. I was an obnoxious male chauvinist pig who made you wait on me hand and foot, right?

Mary: Well, you weren't a pig. I'm sorry if Iím driving you crazy. I -- I just don't know how to be with you yet. I'm sort of making it up as I go along.

Nikolas: Yeah, well, we have that in common. We're both unsure, maybe even scared to death, if either of us could admit it. Ok. Ok, so let's make a deal. Whenever it gets too confusing and I go into an overload, I'll tell you, and we'll work through it, ok? Only if you do the same for me.

Mary: Deal.

Nikolas: Good. All right.

Emily: That's the crash site. There's still a little broken glass by the road. Everything's the same. I --

Jason: What?

Emily: Those flowers are blooming.

Jason: Be careful.

Emily: Right. They weren't before. They were just leaves and stalks. All right, this is crazy. Since Nikolas disappeared, flowers have had time to bloom.

Jason: Ok, just tell -- Emily, tell me what you know about the accident, ok?

Emily: Ok. Nikolas' car was the only one involved. By the time help arrived, Nikolas had already wandered off. They found his jacket by the river, and everyone just assumes that he fell in. But what if he didn't? What if he found shelter in a barn or a house and he's just too weak to call for help?

Jason: All right, take me to the river.

Courtney: Look, I never wanted you with Alcazar, but eventually I found a way to accept that you had feelings for him, even if I didn't understand it. Ok. If you want him alive, I see two choices. Either you live with what he's done and you --

Carly: Oh, no. What? And do what?

Courtney: Deal with it.

Carly: No. No, no, no, never.

Courtney: Ok, well, then you need to break it off with Alcazar in a way he'll believe. I mean, you need to make it so that he has no choice but to stay away.

Carly: Oh, God --

Courtney: Carly, the only solution Jason will have to offer is to put a bullet through Alcazar's head.

Carly: Yeah, you're right, you're right. Ok. All right, all right. I will convince Lorenzo that it's over between us completely. Somehow I'll do it, but I don't think it's going to be easy. I don't think it's going to be quick. It's going to take some work. Can you stay here and make sure the kids are all right and make sure that if anyone comes to the door, like Sage looking for him, everything's --

Courtney: Ok. Ok.

Carly: Ok. Ok. Oh -- call Jason. Call Jason --

Courtney: Carly --

Carly: And make sure that he knows everything --

Courtney: I'll take care of it, ok?

Carly: Ok. Ok.

Courtney: Jason. Hey. It's Courtney. I'm here with Carly. She told me to tell you that everything is fine. She -- she doesn't need you after all. Hey -- whoa, whoa, whoa! Where you going in such a hurry?

Michael: I need some more darts for my dragon tag ship. They're in the basement.

Courtney: No, no, no! Honey -- honey, you can't go in there right now.

Michael: Why not?

Lorenzo: All right, you trusted me and I lied to you. You were hurt; you wanted to hurt me back. I don't blame you for that, Carly. But hopefully you've had time to calm down. I know that no matter how disappointed you are and how much you hate me in the moment you don't want to hurt me. You do not want me dead.

Carly: Yeah, well, that's your choice, Lorenzo. It's not mine.

Carly: Yeah, you are right about this much -- I was not thinking clearly when I hit you. I snapped from all the lies, and I was -- I was trying to figure out if we ever shared an honest moment.

Lorenzo: You know we have, and under extreme circumstances -- when you're fighting for your child's life, when you were too drugged out to string a sentence together, when you were trapped in the fire. My love for is as real as it gets, Carly.

Carly: Yeah, you've got a pretty horrible way of showing it.

Lorenzo: I'll admit my methods have been questionable, and I apologize for that. I wish I were a better man, less selfish, more able to trust what I cannot control. But I'm not made that way, and you ought to understand that, because you are not, either.

Carly: Oh, my God, I don't care. I really -- I don't care about your methods, about your motives, about anything anymore. Look, this is your choice. It is your choice whether you want to live or die. Ok, here's the deal. You either swear on Sage's life that you are never going to come near me and my children again; that you are going to leave the country. And if not, then Iím going to go upstairs. I'm going to call Sonny, and I am going to tell him what you've done. And then he's going to come here and he's going to kill you, and it's really just going to be that simple.

Sonny: What are you doing here, Ric? You want to provoke me? You looking for another assault charge since you couldn't pin the murder rap on me?

Ric: No, I'm here to put you on notice. See, Elizabeth left me. My marriage is over.

Sonny: Well, Elizabeth got smart.

[Ric snickers]

Sonny: Why the hell should I care?

Ric: I wouldn't be too excited about that if I were you. You see, Elizabeth was the only thing keeping you out of prison. For her sake, I was trying to live and let live. But when you shot that guy at Carlyís house and you wouldn't let me investigate, you just had to rub it in my face?

Sonny: Mm-hmm.

Ric: There was no vendetta there. That's all changed. All bets are off.

Sonny: What's the big surprise? You know, you can't let go of your obsession with me? Is that the big deal?

Ric: No, look, you can call it whatever you want to, Sonny, but who did what to whom and who's to blame for what really doesn't matter to me anymore, because I am a fully empowered duly sworn District Attorney and you are a lowlife criminal. And it is my job to put you in prison, and Iím going to find a way to do just that.

Ned: We have to support Emily, even if that means continue to pay for a private search.

Edward: I can understand Emily not wanting to give up, but we have to be practical.

Alan: Wait a minute. You were the one who pledged your support to Emily.

Monica: Yeah!

Edward: It's not supporting to encourage her to delude herself.

Dillon: Listening to their endless bickering, their complete and total disregard for anything but their own agendas.  He was struck with a vision of his future -- he could so easily become just like one of them.

Edward: Excuse me. Why are you muttering out there in the foyer? Either come in or move on!

Dillon: Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to interrupt your latest battle. I just wanted to say goodbye.

Edward: "Goodbye"?

Dillon: I'm moving out.

Jason: Ok, now, you said that police and rescue searchers, they searched the riverbank for, what, ten miles?

Emily: Yes.

Jason: And the only sign of Nikolas was the jacket that he was wearing, was right by the water?

Emily: What do you think?

Jason: Then there's two possible scenarios. You know, either Nikolas did -- did fall in, or he wants people to think he did.

Emily: What?

Jason: I mean, if somebody wanted to disappear, ok, this would be a perfect way to do it. You stage an accident on some remote section of road, and you leave an easily identifiable piece of clothing near an obvious hazard, like the river. And the cops would come, they can't find the body. They would just assume that it, you know, washed away, and they would just write it off as unrecoverable.

Emily: But why would Nikolas do something like that?

Jason: I don't know. I mean, could he have thought that if he disappeared he'd be protecting you somehow?

Emily: No, absolutely not, no. Nikolas loves me. I mean, he knows the hell that I went through when I thought he was lost in the fire. He would never want to put me through that again. I mean, besides, he watched his mother and his uncle fake their deaths. He was devastated by their lies. He would never do the same thing to me, Jason. That must mean he's dead. You said that there were two scenarios; that either Nikolas disappeared on purpose or the river got to him. I know he didn't leave, because he would have taken me with him. So it's true. Nikolas is gone.

Jason: Emily, Iím sorry.

Emily: No. I knew you could help me face it, and I wanted you to. And I'm so grateful, Jason; I really am. It's not good to live in denial. It's better just to face the truth head-on. It's what Nikolas would want. He would want me to go on with my life. But I don't know how, Jason. Nikolas was my reason for everything. He was the love of my life, and how am I supposed to live without him?

Nikolas: At least I didn't forget how to start a fire.

Mary: And such a manly one. Mine tend to be smaller.

Nikolas: Anything else I can do for you?

Mary: Not at the moment.

Nikolas: Well, you better think of something, start making a list, because if I get used -- used to you waiting on me, I just might start taking you for granted.

Mary: Like the colonel?

Nikolas: Who?

Mary: Hmm -- this officer at our last posting. He -- ugh. You're lucky you don't remember him. He was awful. And poor Mrs. Colonel. He would expect her to have his dinner ready and waiting for him the minute he walked in the door. I wouldn't be surprised if he demanded that she rub his feet every night.

Nikolas: What's wrong with a nice foot rub?

Mary: Oh -- I hate feet.

Nikolas: Come on. You hate feet? What kind of thing is that to say?

Mary: I -- Iím serious. They gross me out.

Nikolas: Well, you better get over that phobia real quick.

Mary: What do you mean?

Nikolas: Our feet are about to say hello to each other right now.

Mary: No, no -- no! No! No! No! Oh, no!

Nikolas: Come on, come on.

Mary: No --

[Mary squeals]

Nikolas: I see this is going to require a more subtle approach. I'll tell you what. We'll go for a nice long walk, ok? We'll get those -- those "ew, gross" feet nice and tired out, and then we'll come back here and I will give you a foot massage that will make your hair stand on end. How's that?

Mary: Sounds like something I can live with.

Ric: Your days of running roughshod over this town, doing whatever you want to and getting away with are over, Sonny. See, Iím your new shadow. See, Iím going to be on you every minute looking for a reason to bring you down. I'm going to expose you for the thug, the ignorant thug that you really are, the kind of man who would leave his wife and his child to bed down with some hooker.

Sonny: Oh, I get it. Elizabeth got wise and left you, and you blame me somehow, just like you blame me for every pathetic thing that happens in your life.

Ric: That --

Sonny: But, hey, why not? It's a lot easier than facing your own choices and taking responsibility. You're a coward --

Ric: Mm-hmm.

Sonny: You hate me --

Ric: Mm-hmm.

Sonny: And you want to take me down so bad you can taste it!

Ric: You got that.

Sonny: And you know what? You're afraid of me!

Ric: Really?

Sonny: You know what you do to come after me? You kidnap my wife, you insult my girl--

Ric: Oh, no, no, no, that's all over with, brother. See, it's between you and me now.

Sonny: Bring it on! But be a man for a change! It doesn't matter anyway! You know why? Because I will break you!

Ric: Like you said, bring it on.

Sonny: I'm sorry you had to hear that.

Sam: Well --

Sonny: What did he say?

Sam: Oh, nothing I can't handle, Sonny.

Sonny: Now is not a good time to assert your independence right now, because Ricís twisted. He's one of the best at psychological manipulation. You need to tell me what he said.

Sam: Ric said that you are ashamed of me.

Carly: Lorenzo, I don't understand you. Really, really, I donít. Because we were so close to having everything that you said you wanted us to be, and instead of honoring it, you went ahead and you trashed it.

Lorenzo: I was trying to make sure you got your children.

Carly: Oh, I see -- by blowing up their father's car? No, Lorenzo. You had to know there'd be no coming back from that, and if you didn't, then you're more arrogant than even you know. I cannot trust you --

Lorenzo: Carly, it was a car.

Carly: Anymore! Just please, stop. You're supposed to be this brilliant, brilliant, brilliant businessman, so just cut your losses and walk away!

Lorenzo: Even now you're desperate to save me.

Carly: Oh, my God.

Lorenzo: That means you still feel for me.

Carly: God.

Lorenzo: Doesn't it? Now, I could lie and say that Iíll walk away from you. But that's not going to happen, Carly, because I love you, and I will not give up on us.

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