GH Transcript Tuesday 3/6/07

General Hospital Transcript Tuesday 3/6/07

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Carly: Michael, come on! We're going to be late for your grandfather's memorial service!

[Phone rings]

[Knock on door]

Jax: Hello?

[Phone hangs up]

Sonny: I probably should've warned you I was coming, and I'm not ignoring the fact that there's distance between us.

Carly: Sonny --

Sonny: It's just that Michael's going to a memorial service for a grandfather he never knew because of the choices we made. He's probably confused, and I'm sure he needs both of his parents right now.

Tracy: Switch the flowers and the photo.

Edward: His picture should be out here in the foyer so that people can see it when they enter.

Tracy: Daddy, have you forgotten every memorial service you've ever been to in your life? The picture is always displayed so people can see it during the service. They're not focused when they walk in the door.

Edward: They should be. And besides, Alan was my son and I need to say where the picture should be placed.

Ned: Why isn't there a picture in the foyer?

Tracy: Because it's going to be in here during the service! Please put it back where it was!

Edward: This is ridiculous.

Alice: Come on, why don't we just compromise and put the picture in the doorway where everyone can see it?

Tracy: Because Alan compromised his whole life and he's not going to compromise today.

Edward: Oh-ho, so now you're concerned about Alan?

Monica: We won't be displaying any pictures of Alan -- anywhere.

Tracy: And what gives you the right to march in here and make an arbitrary decision?

Monica: I will tell you what gives me the right. This is my house, and Alan gave it to me.

Lucky: Hey. Come in. You want some coffee?

Luke: No, I'm good.

[Lucky sighs]

Luke: Am I early?

Lucky: No, I stayed up all night working on a case and I crashed on the couch. I was about to go up and change.

Luke: Well, if you're not ready, that doesn't say much for Lesley and Lulu.

Lucky: Yeah.

Luke: Maybe I will have a slug of your coffee.

[Lucky chuckles]

Luke: Ugh. So, I hear you're moving in here -- lock, stock, wife, and barrel.

Lucky: Well, it seemed like a good solution.

Luke: It's going to be a lot of work.

Lucky: Yeah, well, it doesn't scare me.

Luke: You've got your priorities in order. That's good.

Lucky: Well, it's about time, don't you think? You know, maybe I should've asked you before I moved in.

Luke: No, hell, no. This is your mother's house. Nothing would make her happier than to know that you are here with your family. I never liked this place, you know? It never suited me. But your mother -- she left a lot of love here. You could do a lot worse.

Lucky: Huh -- I already have. You know our apartment barely fit three, let alone four?

Luke: You know what I'm most happy about?

Lucky: What?

Luke: After all the crap you gave me about being a rotten father, now you're going to see how hard it is to raise a family --

Lucky: Well --

Luke: And it couldn't happen to a nicer guy.

Lucky: Thanks, Dad.

[Somber music plays]

[Knock on door]

[Somber music ends]

Elizabeth: Before you say anything, I'm not here to talk about the baby. I just happen to know that Sam is out of town doing the interview, and I know today is going to be really hard on you and I thought maybe you could use a friend.

[Emily sighs]

Nikolas: Hey -- hey, you don't have to do that, the flowers are fine.

Emily: No, Nikolas, they're all wrong -- the color combination, the way they're arranged. I want to know where they came from so I never give that florist another dime of my money or anyone else's in this family. Oh -- I'm -- this is what I've been doing for the last half-hour -- adjusting things one inch this way or that, fussing over inanimate objects, trying to make order where there is none -- and it's not the flowers that are wrong. It's this day; it's the reason the flowers are there in the first place. My dad's gone --

Nikolas: I know, I know.

Emily: And he's never coming back.

Tracy: Yes, Monica, this is your house -- as you remind us ad nauseam while you graciously allow us to store our belongings and beg for kitchen scraps. And for some incomprehensible reason, Alan stayed married to you, which puts you in the role of grieving widow. But this is a memorial service for my brother -- a man I loved and fought with long before you were a thought in his head -- and whether you like it or not, we are his family, which gives us a vote on what goes on here today, and I say the picture stays!

Dillon: We're arguing about a picture?

Ned: Of course we are, because Quartermaines argue about everything. Death, in particular, brings out the worst in us.

Tracy: Are you saying I'm wrong?

Ned: I am picking my battles [missing].

Edward: Well, I can see that life in Manhattan has done nothing to toughen up that wishy-washy, leather-pants-inclined side of you.

Ned: Well, that didn't take long, did it? No matter how solemn the occasion, you always have to throw in an Eddie Maine cheap shot -- even though that part of my life was over years ago.

Edward: Mm-hmm. But just that weakness that allowed you to follow that absurd path in the first place is alive and well.

Tracy: Which is more than I can say for my brother, who deserves to have his photograph displayed at the only memorial service he's ever going to have!

Dillon: Can we please stop?

Alice: Listen to Dillon. He's --

Tracy: Oh, my God! Would you shut up? Stay out of it! You may --

Monica: I would think that today, of all days --

Ned: We could all manage to get along? Surely you jest?

Tracy: We are not being disrespectful to Alan's memory. Arguing is a family tradition, it's how we communicate.

Edward: No one would understand that better than Alan.

Monica: You are absolutely right. If Alan were here, he would be right in the thick of things, yelling louder than all of you, but he isn't. His voice is silent forever, and quite frankly, people, I cannot stand the sound of yours.

Lulu: Hey, Dillon, it's Lulu. I realize this is a bad choice of words, but I am dying to know what Alan wrote in the letter to my dad about Rick Webber's murder. Did you -- were you able to read it? I mean, did you see anywhere on the letter '

Luke: Uh -- Lulu? If -- oh -- oh, I'm sorry, I didn't know you were on the phone.

Lulu: No, I -- I was just calling -- someone.

Luke: Yeah, whatever -- it doesn't matter to me. You know, a man died, and a lot of people are affected by that, especially -- um --

Lulu: Tracy?

Luke: Yeah. I'd sort of consider it a personal favor if you'd take it easy on her today. Can you do that?

Lulu: Yeah, no problem.

Luke: Thanks. Thanks.

Lucky: Hey, guys, as soon as Nikolas gets here, we can go.

Lulu: What about Elizabeth? Isn't she coming with us?

Elizabeth: I realize seeing me is not easy for you right now, knowing that it's your child I'm carrying and not Lucky's. But I just couldn't come up with a good reason not to go to Alan's service.

Jason: I want -- I want you to be there. I mean, you're -- you're Emily's best friend and she's going to need you. As for the rest -- um -- I -- I can't -- I shouldn't get knotted up inside every time I run into you. I'm sorry. We -- you know, we made a deal; I'm going to honor it. I just need you to just give me a little time. I'll even get used to it. Right now I'm just dealing with -- with everything.

Elizabeth: Alan's death is hitting you harder than you thought, isn't it?

Jason: I've always heard people say things like "you never miss something until it's gone," and I thought -- I thought I understood that. Because I've lost people before -- some have -- some have died, some have just gone away -- but this time I -- I just wish I would've been there, that's all.

Elizabeth: I think when you lose someone, it helps to know that a part of them still lives on. Alan will always be alive in this child.

Edward: Look -- these just arrived from Lois and the Cerullos.

Tracy: Oh -- give me that. Yet another reminder of people I could not care less about.

Edward: Well, it was nice of them to make the gesture.

Tracy: Really? Let me get this straight. The Cerullos send a sorry bunch of flowers and we're supposed to make a big fuss over it, but I am not allowed to put up a picture of my own brother?

Edward: You have to stop this, Tracy.

Tracy: Stop what, Daddy? Wanting to display a sign of respect for the dead?

Edward: No -- swooping down on the living, trying to find things to be angry about.

Tracy: Oh, okay. Let's review. A -- I'm not allowed to have a picture of Alan. B -- I'm not allowed to feel what I'm feeling. What's next -- you going to bar me from the service? Oh, how about sending me to bed without dinner?

Edward: I'm not going to police your emotions. If -- if you are sad and upset, you're entitled. But just remember that the rest of us e struggling, too. And I know better than most how arming yourself with anger is a very good way to -- to ward off pain. But I -- I just think that we need to be a little more gentle with each other.

Tracy: You sound like Mother.

Edward: That's the nicest thing you've ever said to me. You know, I never thought I'd say this before, but I'm glad Lila's gone. At least she's been spared this -- this unspeakable loss. But I feel her presence here today, don't you? It's as though she's just waiting around for us to -- to say our goodbyes and let Alan go -- so she can show him the way home.

Elizabeth: Do you believe in heaven?

Jason: Uh -- I believe, you know, the good in someone, the love -- it keeps going.

Elizabeth: Well, maybe you'll find comfort in knowing that Alan is in a beautiful place -- with Lila -- smiling down upon us when they're proud of us, and shaking their head in disapproval when they're not.

Jason: What's wrong?

Elizabeth: Nothing.

Jason: The -- the baby kicked, didn't it?

Elizabeth: Mm-hmm.

Jason: Uh -- sorry. I shouldn't just do that.

Elizabeth: No, it's okay.

Jason: Are you sure?

Elizabeth: Yeah.

Jason: Oh --

Elizabeth: Huh.

Jason: That was a strong one.

Elizabeth: I know.

Jason: What -- what do you think, boy or girl?

Elizabeth: I just want a happy, healthy baby.

[Blank]

Elizabeth: I should go. I told Lucky that I'd get to the Quartermaines' early so I can spend some time with Emily.

Jason: Yeah. Yeah, thank you -- thanks for coming by.

Elizabeth: You're welcome.

Sonny: You ready to go, buddy?

Michael: I guess. I don't know what I should feel. I talked to Jax about it.

Sonny: Yeah?

Michael: Yeah, he -- he says it's all right if I'm sad and it's okay if I'm not.

Sonny: Well, that's good advice.

Michael: Mostly, I feel really sad about the Quartermaines. They're the ones that are feeling really bad.

Sonny: Mm-hmm.

Carly: That means you have empathy.

Michael: What's that?

Carly: Well, it means you're a compassionate person -- that you put yourself in other people's shoes and you can understand how they're feeling. That's a very special quality, and not everybody has it. Hey -- do you know that you give me something to be proud of every single day?

Michael: I do now.

Sonny: We better get going.

[Michael sighs]

Michael: I'm kind of nervous.

Sonny: You know what, buddy? That's normal -- everybody gets nervous -- but you got your mom and I, don't you?

Carly: That's right.

Sonny: Let's go.

Carly: Let's get out of here, come on.

Sonny: Come on.

Bobbie: After we're all able to get past today, I say we get together and we start planning the upcoming nuptials.

Lesley: Wonderful idea -- focus on something positive.

Luke: Uh-oh. The women have that "somebody's going to throw a bouquet" look in their eyes.

[Laughter]

Luke: If I were you, I'd elope.

Bobbie: No way, Jos'! This is going to be a major Spencer family production.

Lucky: Mom will be here in spirit. I mean, she is -- she's in this house -- she is this house.

Lesley: I just realized something. This is the first time that we've all been here together since we lost Laura.

Lulu: No, Mom is not lost. She's part of us and she's part of everything that we do, and when we're all together, she's here with us.

Luke: Well said, gumdrop.

Lucky: Hey, we better get going.

Luke: Uh -- Nikolas?

Nikolas: Yeah?

Luke: Have you heard anything from or about Helena?

Nikolas: Disappeared off the face of the earth once again.

Luke: That's never a good sign. If she resurfaces and she gives you any grief, I want you to call me.

Nikolas: Wait a minute. Let me make sure I understand you -- are you offering to help me?

Luke: Yeah, I am. I owe you. Last November, you were amazing -- handling Laura, taking care of Lulu, Lucky -- and even me. I won't forget it.

Nikolas: All right, then. All right.

[Organ plays]

Georgie: Dillon? I'm sorry. I didn't mean to startle you.

Dillon: Uh -- no, no. It's -- it's just --

Georgie: No, I -- I understand your mind is elsewhere. I just -- I wanted to say that I'm very, very sorry for your loss. I know that sounds inane, but --

Dillon: No, not -- not at all. Thank you.

Georgie: I'm sorry.

Jax: Hey -- are you okay?

Alexis: Yeah. I don't know whether it's emotional or physical. I can't tell if it's just the fact that I'm at a funeral or it's the smell of those flowers that are making me a little nauseous.

Jax: You know, when someone dies, we get hit in the face with our own mortality.

Alexis: Some of us more than others.

[Doorbell rings]

Jax: Cancer's no match for you. If you don't know that, I do.

Michael: I'm really sorry about Grandpa Alan.

Monica: Oh, thank you. Thank you, Michael. And I can't tell you how pleased I am that you are here right now. Thank you for coming.

Michael: You're welcome.

Sonny: Very sorry.

Carly: We're very sorry.

Monica: Thank you. Please -- Dr. Russell.

Russell: Losing a spouse is one of the most difficult things we ever have to do. Yours is compounded by literally trying to save Alan's life. Remember, his heart failed him, not you.

Epiphany: I'm so sorry, Dr. Quartermaine.

Monica: Me, too. Thank you. Thank you, Epiphany.

Russell: Yeah.

Monica: Please '

Noah: I -- I admired Alan so much, as a doctor and a man. He'll be really missed. If there's anything I can do --

Monica: Thank you. Thank you, Noah.

Robin: Tracy, Mr. Quartermaine, I am so sorry.

Edward: But, you know, Alan had a very special place in his heart for you, young lady.

Robin: The feeling was very mutual.

Patrick: Yeah, I wish I knew him longer.

Edward: Well, thank you both for coming. If you want, you can go on in.

Robin: Thank you.

Tracy: Oh, the order's wrong.

Edward: What?

Tracy: The drinking needs to come before the service.

[Doorbell rings]

Tracy: I don't -- I don't think I'm going to make it. I need something to bolster me. Not another step. There is no way I'm going to allow the two people that are responsible for my brother's death to crash his memorial service.

[Organ plays]

Skye: I respect the fact that you're grieving, Tracy, but I have every right to be here and I'm not leaving.

Edward: This is outrageous. Now, I wouldn't have expected anything from you, but I had a slim hope that maybe you hadn't sunk to his level.

Tracy: "Lie down with dogs," as they say.

Lorenzo: Maybe we should go.

Skye: I loved Alan, and he loved me. He forgave me for my part in what happened.

Tracy: Well, that was very generous of him. Unfortunately, he was on his deathbed at the time, thanks to you. And, thanks to you, he's no longer here to defend you, so get out!

Ned: What's going on? We can hear you all the way inside.

Edward: Interlopers.

Tracy: Oh -- murderers!

Skye: Family!

Tracy: Not this one -- not then, not now, not ever.

Dillon: Mom, I know it's a terrible day and I know you're upset, but Alan considered Skye one of his daughters.

Ned: You may not like it, but he'd want her to be here.

Edward: Mm-hmm -- because of Skye and this miscreant, Alan is not here to defend himself, and I want you out now.

Skye: You're going to have to throw me out.

Tracy: Oh, that can be arranged.

Skye: You lay a hand on me and I swear you'll regret it.

Edward: You claim to love Alan, and you come here uninvited and disrupt his memorial service. How does that show your love?

Ned: Listen to me, Skye didn't come here to cause trouble. I know she came here to pay her respects, so let's just be big enough and let her.

Tracy: Oh, she can mourn Alan all she wants, just not here.

[Alice sighs]

Alice: Clam up, people. Today is about Mr. Alan's life and the people he loved. Now, can any of you honestly deny Skye was one of them?

Tracy: Well, let's put it to a vote. Looks like a tie -- where's Monica?

Ned: Probably jumping out of the nearest window.

Edward: I'll go find her.

Ned: No! You won't. You're going to leave her in peace. She's in agony, and none of us are helping.

Monica: Jason -- oh, thank God you're here. Oh, I don't know how I'm going to get through this day. Oh.

Jason: You can make it. Is there anything I can do for you?

Monica: You're here -- it's already done. You know, I was thinking, I -- I'm a doctor and I have to deal with death on a daily basis. And I've had to find a way to distance myself, to find some emotional detachment so I can handle all of that. Just make it about science or whatever. You'd think, with all of my experience and all of my training, that -- that a death of a loved one would just -- would be a little easier. It isn't.

Monica: Did you know -- no, actually, I bet you didn't know this. This was your father's favorite chair. It just fit him like a comfortable shoe. He would come in here when he had to be alone, to think, to read, to pout -- lot of pout. Sometimes in the middle of the night, I would come down here and he'd be sound asleep. And I didn't have the heart to wake him, so -- so I would just cover him up, give him a little kiss, and turn off the light. And now this chair is just as empty as this house is and not half as empty as my heart.

[Somber music plays]

Jason: Sadness is in me. It's in me, too.

[Doorbell rings]

Ned: Mother, you have got to try to get yourself under control.

Tracy: Don't you tell me what to do. You don't live here anymore, you're barely a part of this family, and you definitely don't know what's been going on.

Ned: I didn't resign from the Quartermaines -- that's not how it works. The fact remains I am your son, I love you, and I know you're in a lot of pain, which is why I am trying to convince you that you need to try and grow from this experience instead of staying entrenched in your positions that serve no one, least of all you.

Tracy: Don't! No more lectures. I'll start screaming and I won't be able to stop.

Luke: I don't do lectures.

Tracy: Oh.

Luke: How are you holding up?

Tracy: Not good. I'm sick and I'm sad and I'm so angry, I don't know what to do with it. I want to just start smashing things, but everybody keeps reminding me today isn't about me.

Luke: Well, then who the hell is it about? Alan's out of the equation. Memorials are about the people who are left behind, and it's about your grief, and anything you feel, you should express. You want to yell, you want to scream, you want to throw rocks through somebody's window -- whatever, I'm available.

[Tracy sighs]

Edward: So how's Emily doing?

Lucky: Hey.

Elizabeth: As well as she can. Nikolas just went to sit with her, which is good.

Edward: Good. Well, you let this child be a reminder that life and death go hand in hand, and one generation takes the place of the next. You better take care of this beautiful young woman because she's carrying your immortality.

Lucky: I plan on it.

Lulu: Hey. Did you get my message?

Dillon: Yeah. It's been crazy around here, but I looked at the letter that Alan wrote to Luke. You're not going to believe who he fingered as the murderer.

Tracy: Hey, Nick and Nora, this is neither the time and place, especially in front of your father. Go inside. You, stay here. Go!

Dillon: Uh --

[Organ stops]

Tracy: Now, listen to me. If you keep digging into Rick Webber's death, it is going to rear its ugly head and bite you on the butt when you least expect it -- look at me. If you have ever listened to me in your life, listen now.

[Doorbell rings]

Tracy: Let it go.

Luke: Ah. All right, nobody wants you here.

Scott: Says who -- somebody's husband?

Bobbie: Hey, you two, don't you dare start -- not today.

Edward: Now, this day is unpleasant enough and it hasn't even started yet.

Bobbie: Scott, why don't you come and sit with me. You two can fight another time. Come on. Let's go.

[Organ plays]

Lulu's voice: "Luke, I think it's time you knew the truth about the night Rick died -- Laura didn't kill her stepfather. The person who killed Rick Webber was Scott Baldwin"?

[Organ stops]

Ned: Thank you all for being here. It's a motley crew, but we've all come together in unity for one purpose, and that is to honor Alan Quartermaine and find a way to say goodbye.

Ned: Alan was a complicated man. He didn't fit easily into categories. He was a man with many virtues, and also many flaws. I guess that made him human. At the hospital, he was a compassionate doctor, a respected chief of staff, and a big showoff at the nurses' ball. And at home --

[Ned sighs]

Ned: He was an exasperating brother, a cantankerous and rebellious son, a three-ways father -- frustrated, adopted, surrogate. And he was a grandfather. Wasn't as involved as he would've liked. And he was a husband who drove his wife to distraction -- and I'm being kind. He was a man who wore a lot of hats. A lot of egos and emotions he would juggle. But Alan was a master, because there was one thing that he could do better than anybody and that he understood better than anybody, and that was the complexities of love.

Tracy: Thank you for taking over the ceremony. You did a beautiful job. None of us could've done it. Can I tell you what I miss most about Alan? He and I could fight like cats and dogs, say the most horrific things to each other, and in the morning we'd have breakfast like nothing happened. My big brother knew me and accepted me without question or reservation. I do not know where I will ever find that kind of a gift again.

Ned: Hmm. Maybe where you least expect it. Come here, Mother.

[Ned sighs]

Singer: As the music at the banquet as the wine

Alan's voice: I love you, Monica.

Singer: Before the meal

Alan: And I'd be very proud if you would agree to marry me.

Singer: As the firelight

Monica: Oh --

Singer: In the night so are you to me

Singers: As the ruby in the setting as the fruit upon the tree as the wind blows over the plains so are you to me

Singer: As the wind blows over the plains

Singers: So are you to me

Singer: So are you to me

[Door opens and closes]

Alan's voice: A.J. will never earn my love. And no matter how hard you try, you'll never destroy it.

Jason: I know. I know.

Jason: Whew.

>> On the next "General Hospital" --

Lulu's voice: "Scott killed Rick Webber."

Dillon: We don't know that it's true.

Lulu: Then we need to get proof.

Tracy: They're going to read Alan's will this afternoon.

Edward: It's just a formality. He left everything to Emily.

Tracy: I need you to earn your keep.

Jason: I promised I would take you to get your divorce -- let's go.

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