GH Transcript Thursday 5/19/05

General Hospital Transcript Thursday 5/19/05

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Emily: Hi.

Nikolas: How's the term paper coming?

Emily: Slowly but surely.

Nikolas: I brought you something. Maybe it'll help.  I found it in the study. You must have left it behind when you moved out.

Emily: Thank you.

Nikolas: Yeah. We can't have the future Dr. Quartermaine flunking pathology, can we?

Emily: Don't you mean the future Dr. Cassadine?

 [Tracy groans]

Luke: Good morning, beautiful. How do you like your coffee?

Tracy: No.

Luke: Welcome to our honeymoon, you wildcat.

Sam: Hey. A lot is riding on Carlyís testimony today. Are you worried?

Jason: Oh, but this is a whole different game now that Durant is one of the prosecutors.

Sam: Well, Jason, he's her father. Maybe he'll take it easy on her.

Jason: All Durant wants is Sonny in prison. That's it. And if that means pushing Carly off a cliff, his hand will be the first one on her back.

Sam: All right, all right. Well, you just have to make her understand how important it is to keep her cool today, ok?

Jason: Yeah, yeah.

Carly: Ready? I can't wait to get on that stand and tell the jury what a rat-faced bastard A.J. really was.

Michael: Dad's trial starts today. Don't worry. I'm going to make sure that dad doesn't go to jail for something that I did.

Ric: How you doing?

Sonny: Just peachy, Ric.

Ric: Listen, there's still time to flip this. But you're going to have to be the one to do it. Since Durant has maneuvered himself as co-counsel here on this case, my ability to help you is gone. If I go easy on you, he's going to be all over me.

Sonny: I know that.

Ric: Sonny, I respect what you're doing for Michael. I admire it, believe me, more than you know. But you need to be realistic here, and you need to be sure. If you don't admit that Michael is the one who killed A.J., then it is highly likely that Durant is going to get a conviction.

Sonny: So be it.

Reporter: Mr. Durant, is this an open-and-shut case?

Second reporter: How do you feel prosecuting your former son-in-law?

John: Well, you know --

Ric: Excuse me, excuse me. The media isn't allowed in this trial. Officer? What are you doing?

John: They followed me in. It's intense public interest, that's all. I'll -- guys, I'll meet you outside right afterward. So, you ready to finally put Kingpin Corinthos in prison where he belongs? Huh?

Jason: Look, Carly, you have to take it down a few notches. You can't go off about A.J. on the stand.

Carly: That pig hired a known lunatic to kidnap three children and faked his own death to steal Michael and poison his mind against his entire family.

Jason: Yeah, I know all that!

Carly: Ok, everyone else should know it, too. A.J. deserved to die. His killer should have a street or a day after named him.

Jason: You know what this attitude is going to do? You are going to help Durant prosecute Sonny. He's already going to paint Sonny as someone scary, and you're going to make it worse by claiming that you're glad A.J.'s dead?

Carly: I'll be the poster child for middle-American motherhood. Let's go.

Jason: Carly, you're not hearing what I'm saying!

Carly: Jason, I don't want to stand here arguing with you about this. I got to go to court. Stay or go, just make up your mind.

Sam: Look, you are not seriously going to wear that, are you, Carly?

Carly: What? It's just a simple, black dress.

Sam: Maybe -- maybe a little too simple? I mean, don't you have anything that's a little bit more sympathetic?

Carly: You know, it's really --

Sam: Sympathetic.

Carly: Itís what I say that matters, not what I'm wearing.

Sam: Ok, trust me; if you wear that dress and those heels, I doubt anyone's going to hear a word that you say.

Carly: Are you trying to tell me I look cheap?

Sam: Oh, God.

Jason: All right, that's -- come on, that's enough.

Carly: Fine. I agree. Can we go now?

Jason: No. Sam's right. Both of you are going to go upstairs, and she's going to help you find something to wear. Let's go.

John: So, the day that I knew would come even before I had a personal stake in taking you down has finally arrived.

Ric: This really isn't the time and the place, Durant.

John: Getting you out of my daughter's life makes the victory that much sweeter.

Sonny: You haven't won anything yet, Durant. In fact, you're losing big-time when it comes to Carly. It wasn't bad enough that you wanted to put my son on the stand knowing how bad a shape he's in. But when you start hammering at me to make me look bad on the stand, you're going to alienate your daughter, Carly, once and for all.

John: Yeah? Well, as long as you're caged up, stuck in a pen like the pig that you are, I can live with that. Oh, hey, by the way --

Sonny: Yeah?

John: You could always cut Carly the ordeal here by standing up in front of this jury and admitting killing A.J.

Reese: Law Ethics 101 -- the prosecution shall refrain from blackmailing the defendant in order to get the outcome that you desire, since it's not only reprehensible, it's also grounds for a mistrial. But, hey, why let a little thing like adherence to the law slow you down. Right, Durant?

John: Agent Marshall, you must have been absent the day they taught F.B.I. agents not to go around protecting mobsters. You get my point? You are in no position to talk.

Ric: Could we focus on this case right now, ok? Or does that not interest you at all?

John: Hey, hotshot, you take a long, good look at Carly. Because after this jury comes back with a guilty verdict, you, God willing, will never see her again.

Reese: That guy's a piece of work, huh?

Sonny: Can I just say thank you for sticking up for me?

Reese: Somebody has to.

Tracy: There is not enough alcohol in this world that would ever make me marry you.

Luke: Consider the evidence. Unlike your former flame, Jax, I don't buy women diamonds for nothing. I mean, look at the size of that rock on your finger. This marriage is serious.

Tracy: Thanks for reminding me. What did you do, have it soldered on?

Luke: You want to see our wedding photos?

Tracy: Oh, no. You have photos?

Luke: Oh, yeah. They're beauties. There you go.

Tracy: Ugh. Ugh, ugh! Ok, so this proves nothing. We are in Las Vegas, and anything can be doctored in Las Vegas, any time of the day, any time of the night. What happens in Vegas stays in Las Vegas. So, that implies lies and deceit. That's what I think of your photographs.

Luke: Oh, Tracy, they have very much sentimental value to me. That's why I have several copies of them.

Tracy: Please.

Luke: I go to all this trouble to give you a night to remember, and you don't remember. Not only that, but you don't even seem happy.

Tracy: "The Cinderella Package"? Do I even want to know?

Luke: Yeah, well, my first choice, of course, would have been the Elvis Special but, you know, the impersonator -- ew, he was terrible. He was more like a smarmy Roy Orbison. But I haggled and I got him to throw in the "Hunka-hunka Burnin' Love" garter into the Cinderella package.

Tracy: "Bridal bouquet included."

Luke: Yeah, we were disappointed in that. Some of the posies turned out to be plastic.

Tracy: "Glass slipper, champagne toast."

Luke: They threw in the whole bottle.

Tracy: Hmm, all for $99.99.

Luke: Well, there ain't nothing too good for my little filly. I'm so glad you're awake. You were too snockered last night to really enjoy the full splendor of our union.

Tracy: How dare you take advantage of me when I was, as you so aptly put it, snockered.

Luke: You know, I think you better think again about who took advantage of who. I mean, I always had a suspicion that you would be a real wildcat in bed but, whoa. I had no idea --

Tracy: Stop! Don't say it. We didnít.

Luke: Three times.

[Tracy screams]

Luke: Look here. I can't remember the last time I had one of those.

Tracy: Damn it, Luke Spencer! I know you don't want to -- ugh -- be married to me. You like insipid types, don't you? Like Skye and Laura. You set this whole thing up. You want something from me. What is it?

Luke: Alimony.

Jason: Much better. Much better.

Sam: Absolutely. I mean, she didn't have much here but, come on, you can't get any better than that.

Jason: No, no, no, good.

Carly: What, you don't think I look -- this is so obvious. Me showing up in white?

Jason: Do you remember when you made me wear a stupid blue shirt to match my eyes every single day of my trial? Now it's your turn.

Michael: Mom, don't go. I want to kiss you goodbye.

Carly: Hi, honey.

Michael: Can you say hi to dad for me?

Carly: Yes, I will. Thank you so much. I needed that.

Michael: Can you come straight home from the court? Because I'm going to be waiting right here for you.

Carly: Yeah, you are going to be waiting right here. And my insurance policy has just arrived. I have Grandpa Mike and Grandma Bobbie spending the afternoon with you so you don't get restless.

[Bobbie laughs]

Tracy: Alimony? Now I know you're nuts.

Luke: Well, that's what they say. Here are my terms. You give me all that Cassadine cash you're sitting on, and you can be divorced by tomorrow morning.

Tracy: Do I need to remind you that you gave me that money by illegally transferring it into my account so that you could lure Helena out of hiding, hon?

Luke: Well, this is more like a draw for now. There's the playing field. You want to have another round, Mrs. Spencer?

Tracy: Please don't call me that.

Luke: You want to see our marriage license?

Tracy: No, I donít. I'm trying to stay in denial about this hideous situation -- in Vegas, no doubt. Dillon and Georgie -- they were in on it. They're not married at all.

Luke: No. That at least should make you feel a little bit better. But we are, and we are going to stay married till death do us part, unless you give me what I want.

Tracy: Let me think about that. No, the money is mine.

Luke: We'll see. We'll let it play out, and we'll see. Meanwhile, it would be a shame not to take advantage of the connubial situation and have just a little bit more of that good old -- oh, spunky.

Emily: Ah.

Nikolas: Mm-hmm.

Emily: Chocolate chip cookies from La Belle bakery.

Nikolas: I know you like them.

Emily: Yeah, like them? Nikolas, there's nothing better in the universe.

Nikolas: Good. This; it'll work. All right, we're going to do a little learning exercise, ok?

Emily: Learning? Ok.

Nikolas: Yes. We'll call it studying via the reward system. Ok? Every correct answer gets you a bite.

Emily: I call that cruel and unusual punishment.

Nikolas: Ok. Define --

Emily: Mm-hmm?

Nikolas: Define "antitrypsin."

Emily: A glycoprotein produced in the liver.

Nikolas: Very nice. Very nice.

Emily: Mmm. Mmm, this makes me so happy.

Nikolas: Ok, um --

Emily: What?

Nikolas: How am I supposed to know which questions are just relevant to you?

Emily: Well, they pretty much all are. Just open to a random page. Ask whatever's on it.

Nikolas: Ok, that's easy enough.  Uh-uh, no, that's cheating. That's cheating.

Emily: Nikolas, give me -- I can't be responsible.

Nikolas: No, no, no.

Emily: I've been driven to distraction.

Nikolas: No, no, no.

Emily: Give me that!

Nikolas: You have to get the question -- you have to get the question right! Oh. I'm sorry.

Emily: That's ok. There's no reason to apologize, Nikolas. You just took me by surprise, that's all. Yeah, I should probably leave now. I'm going to be late for my therapist. None too soon, right?

Nikolas: Can I give you a ride?

Emily: Yeah, that'd be great.

Carly: Anything I have to say, I'll say on the stand.

Jason: You guys, just back off. You heard her.

Courtney: Hey.

Jason: Can you get her inside, please?

Courtney: Yeah, come on. Come on.

Alexis: Ah. I see you are Courtroom Carly today. Very nice, very demure, very stalwart, true, and loyal. Ready to run again to the unconscionable man's defense, no matter what heinous crime that he's committed.

Carly: Ok, I don't have time for this.

Alexis: You play your role well today, and I hope to God it's your final performance. I hope that Sonny is put behind bars for the crimes that he has committed, because that is when my daughter will be safe. So will your sons be, and I would think you would be grateful for that. If you had a brain in your head, you would be, rather than jumping in to save him from the consequences of his actions.

Jason: Ok, whoa, whoa, whoa. Carly. Ok, go ahead. Go ahead; give Alexis exactly what she wants.  Carly, don't -- don't fall for that. Alexis is baiting you so you blow up on the stand. Everything is riding on how you present yourself in this courtroom today.

Reese: This is exactly what I was afraid was going to happen. Carly is going to be a disaster.

Sonny: Listen to me; listen to me. She'll be fine.

Reese: Is that wishful thinking, or just the greatest case of denial on record?

Sonny: Reese, you got to understand something, ok? You don't know Carly the way I do. She'll do whatever it takes to protect me.

Ric: How much integrity are you willing to sacrifice here?

Alexis: Whatever it takes to keep my daughter safe. See, that's what parents do, Ric. They do whatever is necessary to keep their children safe.

Ric: You have no idea.

Alan: All right, this is how it goes. You work for me. Every dollar you have in your account, I put it there. Now, this is not a request, this is an order. Give me the car keys. Ok, I'll take a cab. I have to be at the trial.

Monica: Uh-uh, uh-uh. Don't count on it. Nice work, Alice.

Alan: What is this, a conspiracy?

Monica: In a way. We're trying to save you from making a fool of yourself. You know, you have been out of control ever since A.J. died.

Alan: A.J. didnít die, A.J. was murdered. And I have to go to court because I was subpoenaed.

Monica: You are confined to a wheelchair, Alan. You're recovering from a gunshot wound, not to mention an almost fatal heart attack. You're not going to sit in the courtroom and listen to testimony about how A.J. was killed. You're going to go when you're called, you're going to testify, and you're going to leave immediately.

Alan: And if I'm really good, do I get cookies and milk before I go to bed? What's the matter with you, Monica? You're not my mother.

Alice: Look, Dr. Quartermaine, Dr. Quartermaine is looking out for your welfare. She wants a divorce, not another memorial service. And the doctor said you need to keep your stress levels down.

Monica: Thank you.

Edward: What in God's name were you thinking?

Skye: I was looking out for the welfare of the company.  As usual. E.L.Q. needs some serious help.

Ned: Not from one of the local mob bosses.

Alan: Do not speak to me about my stress level. This house is like a lunatic asylum. You're trying to protect me? This is ridiculous. Oh, my, look what the wind blew in. Where have you been?

Tracy: Uh -- unexpected trip.

Skye: Personal?

Tracy: Of course not. I have no life. You know that.

Ned: There's nothing pending that would force you to disappear overnight.

Edward: Never mind that. This company is in crisis. God help us, we need you.

Tracy: I'll be right down. I'm just going to put my things upstairs.

Edward: Whoa, whoa, what do you think Alice is for? Alice, take the bag and the coat upstairs.

Tracy: No, really. That's not necessary.

Alice: Since when? You usually get off on me hauling your stuff around.

Tracy: No, I've got it!

Alice and Tracy: Ow!

Alice: Holy moly.

Alan: Wow!

Edward: Tracy, please tell me you didn't run off and get married again.

Georgie: Now, this is just an opinion. Dillon, you look ridiculous as a gardener.

Dillon: Thanks. Thank you.

Georgie: I'm sorry.

Dillon: You know, a little encouragement wouldn't hurt once in a while.

Georgie: Oh, no, Dillon, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. It's just -- ok, ok, ok. Maybe -- maybe you look ridiculous to me because I see you all the time. But someone who doesn't see you a lot --

Dillon: Yes, well, that's the point, unfortunately. My family also sees me all the time, and that's who I'm trying to fool.

Georgie: Ok, well, don't make contact. Go in and get the letter of intent and the check to register, and just get out.

Dillon: See, that's the thing. I don't know what I'm going to do if my mom catches me, because I'm sure by now she's realized that we helped Luke scam her into marriage, so --

Georgie: Yes, exactly, Dillon -- "we." We're in this together.

Dillon: Oh, and by the way, what is the deal with me having no willpower every time Luke opens his mouth? Where does that come from?

Georgie: You know, Dillon, instead of sneaking around, maybe you should just, you know, go talk to your mom.

Dillon: Ha-ha-ha. Surely you jest.

Georgie: No, Dillon, I'm serious. She's your mother. You know, I know she's evil and everything, but as long as you're straight up with her, she has to forgive you.

Dillon: Ok, let me get this straight. You want me to admit to my mother that we lured her to Las Vegas, thinking that we were married so that Luke Spencer could sneak up on her, get her drunk, and then marry her under false pretenses, after all of which I'm supposed to go groveling back to her and throw myself on her mercy? My mother, Tracy Quartermaineís mercy? Are you out of your mind?

Georgie: Bad idea?

Dillon: Yeah.

Georgie: Ok, you got a point.

Luke: Oh, Dillon, Dillon, Dillon, Dillon. What am I going to do with you?

Michael: I have an idea. Why don't we play space invaders?

Mike: Ooh, it sounds good to me.

Bobbie: I might need a little coaching.

Michael: That's because you're a girl. It's probably in this pile right here, or it might be over in that one.

Bobbie: Ok, honey, I'll go through this.

Mike: Let me see. Yeah, you're a girl. He noticed.

Bobbie: Yeah, well --

Mike: That's good.

Bobbie: Ok.

Mike: Ooh.

Bobbie: Yeah, how about that?

Mike: Yeah, I love -- that's kind of --

Bobbie: So we're finally, like, you know, working, huh?

Mike: Oh, I'd say we're working.

[Bobbie laughs]

Bobbie: Ok.

Mike: What have we got here? Ooh, I like that.

Bobbie: I did see one, though.

Mike: We could play that one

Bobbie: Ok, you're on.

Michael: Found it.

Bobbie: Yeah? Here we go.

Mike all right.

Bobbie: All right. Hey -- oh, honey, how did your hands get so dirty?

Michael: I don't know.

Bobbie: Oh, well, you go wash them before we play, ok?

Michael: Ok.

Bobbie: Don't touch anything. Just go straight to the sink.

Michael: But I can't get into the bathroom.

Mike: This looks good.

Bobbie: Yeah? A guy thing.

Mike: Oh, that's very much --

Judge: Is the prosecution ready to call the first witness?

John: We are, your honor. The prosecution calls Carly Corinthos.

Bailiff: Raise your right hand. Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, so help you God?

Carly: I do.

Bailiff: Be seated.

John: Before we begin, your honor, I would like to request the court's permission to treat Ms. Corinthos as a hostile witness.

Ned: Were you drunk?

Tracy: Ooh --

Edward: Do you have to even ask? That's a hangover walking if I've ever seen one.

Monica: Do we really want to know the name of this guy?

Edward: Obviously, not someone of sound mind.

Ned: Who is he, mother?

Tracy: Oh.

Ned: And what have you gotten this family into now?

Tracy: All right. Yes, I stupidly got married. Yes, alcohol was involved -- copious amounts of it. Some fool thought he could blackmail me, but he was mistaken. I will get this thing annulled just as soon as I possibly can.

Edward: You know, this is irresponsible, even for you. I mean, this company is on the brink of disaster, and instead of being here to help us out, you were in Vegas getting so polluted, some opportunist could trick you into marriage?

Ned: It's a great example to set for Dillon.

Tracy: He is no innocent in this piece.

Monica: What if this hits the newspapers? Is it possible for this family to go one day without its name being splattered all over the front page?

Edward: Well, this is something that we've known all along, isn't it? You're really not ready to be C.E.O. You never should have been.

Tracy: Well, none of you are ready, either, evidenced by the fact that Lorenzo Alcazar is now in our midst. And do you know with the amount of money that he has managed to sneak into E.L.Q. that he is a nanosecond away from taking it over?

Ned: It's a great choice. Middle-aged runaway bride --

Edward: Or gunrunning underworld prince.

Monica: Sounds like a tossup to me.

Luke: Why are you raking yourself over the coals about this?

Dillon: I don't know, because I tricked my mom into marrying you?

Luke: Dillon, you've really got to get control of this guilt reflex. It's going to ruin your life, otherwise.

Dillon: Oh, I'm so sorry that I'm not as adept at tricking people I care about as you.

Luke: Well, that's all right. Don't apologize, son. I have high hopes for you.

Georgie: You know, Dillon, there are a lot worse things that could happen to Tracy than being married to Luke.

Luke: Well, thank you, gorgeous Georgie.

Dillon: Uh, do I have to call you "dad"?

Luke: Ew, I prefer that you donít. See, I got a couple of kids of my own who call me that, and it's more than enough. Now, nothing is going to go wrong here. And no real harm has been done. As soon as your mother forks over the Cassadine cash, I'll give her a friendly divorce, and everybody's happy. See, that was the plan, right?

Dillon: Yeah, well, I hope it happens without my entire future going up in flames.

Luke: Well, as they used to say when I was your age, keep the faith, baby. Because every little thing's going to be all right.

Dillon: Is that Frank Sinatra, or --

Luke: Bob Marley.

Dillon: Right, ok. Goodbye.

Luke: Hey, by the way, nice disguise. Gardener, right?

Dillon: Yes! Thank you, thank you.

Georgie: Are you happy? See?

Dillon: Thank you.

Skye: Please tell me you didnít.

Luke: Ok, I didnít.

Skye: My God, it's true. You married Tracy.

Luke: Oh, that. Yeah, I guess I did.

John: Ms. Corinthos, do you think that your ex-husband killed A.J. Quartermaine?

Carly: I know he did not.

John: Hmm. How can you be so sure? After all, he did walk into PCPD; he voluntarily confessed. I mean, why we're here at all is actually a mystery to me.

Justus: Objection, your honor. Counsel is editorializing.

Judge: Objection sustained. This is a question-and-answer forum, counselor. Limit yourself to the parameters.

John: Mr. Corinthos blamed Mr. Quartermaine for your first miscarriage, did he not?

Carly: Yeah. So did I. It was A.J.'s fault. He pushed me down a flight of stairs.

John: Hmm. Interestingly enough, it was the exact same flight of stairs that Mr. Quartermaine fell down. Is that correct?

Justus: Objection! What's the relevance in all this?

John: Just noting the symmetry here, your honor.

Judge: Sustained. Move on, Mr. Durant.

John: Isn't it a fact that Mr. Corinthos was angry that Mr. Quartermaine married his sister?

Carly: Nobody was happy about it.

John: Yeah, I understand that, but I am asking about Mr. Corinthos. I'm asking about Sonny.

Carly: Yes, Sonny was angry. Rightly so. A.J. married Courtney just to spite him.

John: And as a result of that marriage, Courtney ended up working in a strip club, much like the one Mr. Corinthos used to own.

Justus: Objection. My client's past has nothing to do with these proceedings right now.

John: Oh, your honor, I beg to differ. Mr. Corinthos' past is exactly why we are here. It is his history of antagonism with the deceased that set the events in motion that led to Mr. Quartermaine's murder. It is that history that drove Mr. Quartermaine to the desperate measures of taking his own son back from the man who stole him in the first place.

Carly: Sonny saved Michael! A.J. was --

John: What? A.J. what? What, what? Ms. Corinthos -- Carly -- A.J. was what?

Carly: A.J. was a troubled man who had a talent for making enemies.

John: Well, I take it, then, that there was no love lost between you and Mr. Quartermaine?

Carly: None.

John: In fact, you number among A.J.'s many enemies. Is that -- would that be a fair assessment?

Carly: Absolutely.

John: Hmm. Well, one could conclude, then, reasonably, that perhaps you had as much motive to kill A.J. Quartermaine as did your ex-husband.

Carly: I'm sorry, was that -- was that a question?

John: Wait, let -- let me take you in a different direction here. Why do you think the defendant walked into PCPD unprompted and confessed to killing A.J. Quartermaine?

Carly: Sonny did it to protect me.

John: Protect -- protect you? Oh. What do you need -- what would you need protecting from?

Judge: Answer the question, Ms. Corinthos.

Carly: Sonny knew evidence existed that pointed to me as A.J.'s killer; evidence that was gathered by my father, John Durant. Gathered not because he thought I was guilty, but because he didn't approve of my choice in husbands. John Durant was willing to use anything to force a confession that would send Sonny to prison and take him out of my life for good.

John: I object, your honor.

Justus: She's your witness.

Nikolas: How was your therapy session?

Emily: It was ok.

Nikolas: I'm sorry, is your -- is your therapy off-limits? Can you not --

Emily: No, no, it's -- it's not that so much as I just -- I go in there, you know, and I talk about myself for an hour. And when I'm out, I'm usually just pretty tired of myself.

Nikolas: I'm sorry. You know, I just want to help.

Emily: No, I'm sorry, Nikolas. I know I'm not making this easy on you.

Nikolas: Has Dr. Winters given you any, like, homework, in a sense? Anything that you can do on your own?

Emily:  She told me that sometimes it helps to confront your rapist in a controlled setting, but I can't let out my anger on a man who's already dead.

Nikolas: Maybe you can.

Georgie: Seriously, Dillon, coming here was on the house, but you seriously owe me for making me lay in the back of a truck with a bunch of --

Dillon: No, no, no. You sneeze like a duck. Somebody's going to hear you.

Georgie: A duck?

Dillon: Yeah. Ok, so, nobody sorts anything in this house. The incoming is going to be with the outgoing. It's all going to be just mixed together, so the sooner we find that letter of intent and my mom's check, the sooner we get --

Georgie: Give me some of this.

Dillon: Out of here.

Tracy: Too late. You are so busted. This what you're looking for?

Dillon: Yeah, thanks. Appreciate --

Tracy: You betrayed me.

Dillon: That's a little harsh, isn't it? No, no, no --

Tracy: What you did was unforgivable.

Georgie: Tracy, seriously, it's not like anyone really got hurt till now.

Tracy: Who asked you? Go home, stay there, or I'm going to tell your parents just exactly what you've been up to with my son.

Dillon: No, no, no, no. She stays. She goes, I go. It's a package deal.

Tracy: Have it your way. I can't bring myself to care. This has been without a doubt the worst 24 hours of my life.

Dillon: Oh, don't be so overdramatic, ok? You got married to Luke. Big whoop. It's not a completely irreversible condition. Just hand him the Cassadine money.

Tracy: Nobody gets a dime of my money. That includes your film school tuition.

Dillon: Ah. Ok, so just throw my entire future down the drain.

Tracy: Without a second thought. Unless --

Dillon: Oh, here we go.

Tracy: Oh, excuse me, are you interested? Ok, first of all, nobody tells the family the identity of my groom. That includes you.

Dillon: And this goes on how long?

Tracy: Um, eternity if there's any justice at all.

Dillon: Fine. Second?

Tracy: You help me secure a divorce with no financial repercussions.

Luke: Tracy's a little annoyed right now because she doesn't want to give up the cash, but she'll come around because it's that "lesser of two evils" thing.

Skye: Oh, this is outrageous!

Luke: It was your idea.

Skye: To get the money, Luke, not get married!

Luke: I'm going to get the money, in one big juicy alimony payment.

Skye: You're not going to actually enjoy this marriage, are you?

Luke: Why? Do you care?

Skye: No, I donít.

Luke: Well, then what are you worried about? You couldn't be jealous, could you? Maybe you're wishing I had married you instead?

Skye: Oh, you're just -- you're insufferable!

Luke: I'm crazy about you, too, Blaze!

Justus: Your honor, Mr. Durant's participation in this trial is a conflict of interest. I respectfully request that he be removed from the prosecution team.

Judge: Motion denied. Continue, Mr. Durant.

John: Thank you, your honor. Ms. Corinthos, you had good reason to want A.J. dead, didn't you?

Carly: Yes.

John: That's motive. Let's move on to opportunity. Police records will indicate that an eyewitness saw you exit Mr. Quartermaine's hospital room the evening that he was murdered. The deceased told the same eyewitness that you threatened to kill him. Is that true?

Carly: Yes.

John: Do you remember your exact words?

Carly: No.

John: But you did threaten him? That'd be a yes or a no.

Carly: Yes.

John: And to top it off, your D.N.A. was found on the pillow that was used to smother A.J. Quartermaine to death, a man with a broken back, unable to defend himself. Maybe we have the wrong person on trial here. Maybe you killed A.J. Quartermaine.

Michael: No. Leave my mom and dad alone!

Jason: Michael --

Michael: They didn't kill A.J.!

Michael: Let me go!

Jason: Michael, you can't be here. Michael, stop.

Michael: Let me go!

John: Your honor, this young man has pertinent information regarding the case.

Sonny: No, he doesn't, your honor!

Carly: Leave my son alone!

Sonny: My son has no information at all.

[Judge pounds gavel]

Justus: Your honor, this is a travesty! How can you allow this to go on?

Judge: Detain the boy. What do you want to do?

John: You honor, this young man, Michael Corinthos, was in A.J. Quartermaine's hospital room the evening that he was murdered. I'd like to put him on the stand; find out what he knows.

Alan: The courthouse. I'll wait outside the gate, thank you. Oh, my God.

Monica: Cancel that request for a cab. Dr. Quartermaine won't be going anywhere.

Ned: Dillon, if you know who our mother married, you have to tell us.

Tracy: Not a word.

Edward: What do you know about Tracyís latest husband?

Tracy: She knows nothing!

[Doorbell rings]

Edward: Well, what's the big secret? Why don't you tell us who you married?

Luke: Hello, everyone.

Edward: What the hell is this?

Luke: Edward, is that any way to greet your new son-in-law? Hi, angel.

Tracy: Ooh.

Nikolas: The last thing I want is for you to look at me with fear and anger in your eyes, ok? But the fact is I look like Connor, which appears to be part of your problem. And I say let's make it part of the solution.

Emily: What are you saying?

Nikolas: Let me stand in for Connor. Confront me the way you would confront him.

Justus: Your honor, I strenuously object to Michael Corinthos III being called to the stand. He was not on the witness list, and the defense has had no time to prepare a cross-examination.

John: Your honor, we didn't call Michael. We -- we considered it, but the boy was still in shock, and we didn't want to add to his trauma. But he appears to be fine now, and I believe with all my heart that his eyewitness testimony would be vital to this case.

Judge: This is highly unorthodox. But I'll allow it. Ms. Corinthos, step down.

John: Reserve the right to recall the witness.

Judge: So ordered.

Carly: Michael, you don't have to do this.

Sonny: Ric? Ric?

Bailiff: Put your left hand on the bible.

Jason: Carly, come on.

Bailiff: Raise your right hand. Michael Corinthos III, do you swear to tell the truth --

Jason: We can't stop this.

Bailiff: The whole truth, and nothing but the truth, so help you God?

Jason: Here, sit down, come on.

Michael: I do.

Judge: You may be seated, young man.

>> On the next "General Hospital" --

Edward: Get an annulment.

Luke: Too late for that.

Monica: You consummated the marriage?

Nikolas: This can work. Why not try?

Emily: I never want to hate you the way I hate Connor.

John: Did you see someone murder your biological father?

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