GH Transcript Wednesday 3/11/09

General Hospital Transcript Wednesday 3/11/09

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Luke: Check this baby out.

Ethan: Wow, great body.

Luke: That's mi amore.

Ethan: It certainly is.

Luke: Hey, back off, bartender. I saw her first. She's mine.

Ethan: Relax. I got my eye on this little lass right here.

Luke: Kandy with a K? Kid, you're kidding.

Ethan: No, the best looking legs in the bunch.

Luke: What are we doing here, handicapping horses or picking a prom date? It's not just about the legs. You have so much to learn. This takes years of finesse and study.

Ethan: Or born instinct, which I've got in spades.

Luke: Care to put your money where your mouth is?

Ethan: I'd love to as soon as you stake me.

Carly: Did you hear anything?

Jax: No, no, not yet. Here.

Carly: How long have I been sleeping?

Jax: Quite a few hours.

Carly: I was staring at the bed, and I was remembering when Michael was four he used to be afraid of the dark. Sometimes he'd ask me to stay with him until he fell asleep. I'd curl up next to him and he would doze off, and he'd look so angelic and peaceful. I only meant to close my eyes for a minute.

Jax: I didn't have the heart to wake you.

Carly: I wonder how long until we hear something about Michael.

Patrick: The procedure went smoothly. I'll be speaking with Carly in a few minutes.

Robin: Well, I guess you didn't need me after all.

Patrick: Listen, I've got to go to Mercy for a little bit. I'll be home later. I'm not sure when though.

Robin: No rush.

Patrick: How's Emma?

Robin: She's good. I mean, if she wasn't, I'd have to give you a full report, right, being a responsible mother and all?

Patrick: Robin.

Robin: Don't worry. Emma and I have an entire day planned. We're going to have some wonderful bonding time. That's what you wanted, right?

Patrick: Yeah, I think it would be good for the both of you.

Robin: Well, then I'll make sure to take the doctor's orders.

Maxie: I still can't believe that you lost Spinelli.

Winnifred: Your repeated criticism does little to improve our circumstance.

Maxie: Stop talking like him, okay? Especially when it's your fault that he's gone.

Winnifred: Okay, well, how fortuitous that you arrived shortly after the vindictive and mostly useless Maxie.

Sam: Will you two please remember that we're all on the same team?

Winnifred: Well, Samantha possesses practical skills that may enable us to find the Jackal.

Maxie: Thanks for coming. I'm still surprised that Jason didn't come with you. I mean, after all this time Spinelli's been so loyal to him, when the tables are turned he can't be bothered to show up because, what, he's got a mob to run? Jason, thank God. Please tell me you have something about Spinelli.

Luke: You want I should stake you? What do I look like, a bank?

Ethan: No, you look like my employer. Pay me early, and I'm in.

Luke: Payday is Saturday. You want money before then, you're going to have to come with some creative way to generate it.

Ethan: Sounds like a dare.

Luke: I'm going to call these bets in. If you can't come up with some ill-gotten gain by then, I'm going solo on mi amore. I'm going to take my Winnings and go to some playa del sol for a weekend of sun and sangria.

Ethan: How about I sweeten the deal?

Luke: What do you have in mind?

Ethan: My horse wins, yours fourth or lower.

Luke: Those are crap odds, captain, especially for that horse of yours. You know, she didn't make that last race. She dragged her equine tail across the finish.

Ethan: I know. She's such a tease.

Luke: She's a wheezing nag.

Ethan: Why are you nervous then? Why the hesitation?

Luke: Nervous? Me?

Ethan: Prove it.

Lucky: What's going on?

Luke: Hey, we're just discussing some offshore Costa Rican pony action. You want to get in on the bet?

Lucky: That's illegal, Dad.

Luke: Well, not if you don't get caught.

Lucky: I can't.

Luke: Oh, that's right, sorry. Ethan, my son the cop.

Jason: I have no news on Spinelli.

Maxie: Great. Well, at least you showed up. You remember Winnifred, the FBI traitor who ratted out Spinelli.

Winnifred: It's a sad truth that I will rue for the rest of my days.

Jason: Okay, just tell me what happened. How did you and Spinelli wind up here together?

Winnifred: I followed him onto the plane bound for Los Angeles.

Maxie: Did you call us and tell us? No. You chose to live out your geek hero fantasy --

Jason: Hey, Maxie. Just give me the facts right now, please.

Sam: Well, apparently Spinelli caught the attention of some woman that was here in this coffee shop.

Winnifred: Yeah, she claimed to need the Mr. Jackal's cyber assistance to reclaim money from her ex-husband.

Maxie: An obvious lie that you should have flagged.

Jason: Maxie.

Maxie: She's a walking disaster.

Jason: Where's the woman right now? Where is she?

Winnifred: She has mysteriously vanished.

Sam: Yeah, and I checked her room. It's empty, and she paid with cash. So, there's no paper trail.

Jason: Okay, can you track her on the computer?

Winnifred: I'm endeavoring to do so as we speak.

Maxie: You know, none of this would be happening if you hadn't helped the FBI bust Spinelli in the first place.

Jason: You know what, Maxie? This is not helping.

Maxie: Hello? Are you forgetting this is all her fault?

Winnifred: My methodical process of trying to locate Mr. Jackal is one that Maximista fails to appreciate.

Maxie: I thought I told you only Spinelli can call me that.

Sam: Oh, come on. Listen, the point is this woman was very interested in Spinelli's computer skills and now she's disappeared.

Maxie: And she's taken Spinelli with her.

Winnifred: And who knows what dark deeds this temptress is -- she's forcing him to carry out?

[Door buzzes]

Cassandra: Any luck, genius?

Spinelli: The Jackal is stymied. Not even he can unlock this code and gain access to the piece of art you wish to purloin.

Cassandra: That door has the same kind of lock and you opened it in a few minutes.

Spinelli: The auction house code is encrypted. It's impossible to decipher. I've been running code after code all night but to no avail.

[Computer beeps]

Cassandra: You underestimate yourself.

Spinelli: Well, I've done what you wished. There's no reason to further detain me.

Cassandra: On the contrary, Jackal, we're only just getting started.

Jax: I'm sure Patrick will let us know as soon as he gets the results.

Carly: I know it's just a test, but if Michael responded, that means we can go ahead with the experimental surgery.

Carly: It didn't work, did it?

Patrick: I'm sorry. Michael's condition is unchanged. He didn't respond the way we'd hoped.

Carly: So, he's not a candidate for this procedure?

Patrick: I just spent the last hour going over his brain scans. In my opinion, Michael’s not going to improve.

Jax: If I could get a copy of the test results, that would be great.

Patrick: Of course. You are obviously more than welcome to show them to any specialist you'd like. Trust me, this is one instance that I'd love to be proven wrong.

Jax: I'll do my best.

Carly: No, we're not going to do anything.

Robin: Emma, we're going to have so much fun today. I'm looking forward to it. We'll stop by Kelly’s, maybe get some lunch, go for a walk in the park. Maybe we could go to that baby store that Maxie's been talking about. I love you so much, sweetheart. We're going to get through this, okay? You and me. I promise.

[Knock at door]

Matt: Hello.

Robin: Hi.

Matt: Just thought I'd stop by and see the prettiest niece in town.

Robin: She's right over there.

Matt: Yes, she is. Hello, baby girl. How are you doing, baby Emma? Yeah? She is smiling at me. She's recognizing her Uncle Matt. I know you are. I know you are.

Robin: I'd ask you stay, but we're actually on our way out.

Matt: Yeah, I didn't mean to barge in. Patrick just said I could stop by, so...

Robin: He did? He asked you to check on me?

Matt: No, no, no, I just --

Robin: Well, because I think there is a pen and paper somewhere. You can take some notes. You know, "Emma's fine, Robin's in control."

Matt: I was on a break from the hospital, and I thought I would just stop by and be spontaneous.

Robin: Sorry. I overreacted.

Matt: That's not like you.

Robin: Well, I'm just a little sensitive these days.

Matt: Yeah, that's okay. I get it.

Robin: You get what?

Matt: That kind of moodiness. It's typical in women with postpartum depression.

Luke: So, what am I being busted for this time, Officer?

Lucky: Nothing. I just stopped by to say hi. Who's the new bartender?

Luke: Ethan Lovett, Lucky Spencer.

Lucky: So, how'd you two meet?

Luke: He sort of found me.

Ethan: I was on a bit of a walkabout from place to place, shore to shore.

Luke: Mark to mark.

Ethan: Your old man was kind of enough to put up with me. So, I stuck around for awhile.

Luke: He's learning all kinds of new tricks.

Ethan: Yes, thanks to your inspirational teaching.

Lucky: Inspirational?

Luke: That artful dodger and I share a common perspective.

Lucky: Yeah, I'm beginning to see that. Grifter, betting man.

Luke: Don't forget budding maestro of the con.

Ethan: You're too kind.

Luke: Not at all. You know, he had Tracy eating out of the palm of his hand in about two minutes like a little lost lamb. So, watch your wallet.

Lucky: So, this is who you want working at the Haunted Star, some grifter who is always looking to rip you off?

Luke: Cowboy, you know I need people around me who color outside the lines. It keeps me sharp.

Lucky: So, how long are you planning on staying?

Luke: As long as he wants.

Ethan: Thank you, sir.

Luke: Not at all. I'm going to come out ahead in the end.

Lucky: Yeah, how do you figure?

Luke: Well, every time he takes the bait on a bet, he loses. So, at this rate, he's going to have to give me back his paycheck at the end of the week and guess what? I get bartending services for free.

Lucky: What a deal.

Tracy: If you're looking for bartending services for free, that can only mean one thing. Profits are down again.

Ethan: Only until his next horse comes in.

Lucky: Are you okay with this, Tracy?

Luke: We are one big frolicsome family of felons.

Cassandra: The painting is worth $10 million on the black market, "Woman with Hat" by Emile Michaud.

Spinelli: A French painter of the late 19th century. Michaud was a seminal post-impressionist artist considered by many to be as great a pointillist as Georges Seurat himself.

Cassandra: Aren't you full of surprises?

Spinelli: Much information passes before the Jackal's eyes in his line of work.

Cassandra: The painting is supposed to be auctioned by Butterworth and Chrissy’s in L.A. this weekend. The vault is operated by a computer housed in an office in the same building. When my tech guy bailed, I thought I'd hit a dead end until I overheard you in the coffee shop going on and on about your prowess.

Spinelli: Maximista would chide me for my ill-timed boasting.

Cassandra: When we're in the office with the computer you'll have 20 minutes.

Spinelli: And if the Jackal should fail?

Cassandra: Well, then your time will be up.

Jason: Could Spinelli have taken off on his own?

Winnifred: The Jackal would never have left without alerting me to his whereabouts.

Maxie: I hate to burst your little fantasy bubble, but you're definitely not all Spinelli is thinking about right now.

Winnifred: The Jackal was ecstatic to see me on the plane. We had planned to traverse the world, entwining talents, righting wrongs, and destroying evildoers.

Maxie: Please.

Jason: Where does the bureau think you are right now?

Winnifred: On a short leave of absence, but fortunately, I am still able to access FBI files for identity search. I've entered everything that I can remember about the temptress into the bureau's database and we should at any moment be getting a list of possible matches.

Sam: Is everything okay?

Jason: Yeah, they're doing some kind of test on Michael.

Sam: Wow, I mean, that should be good news, yeah?

Jason: Yeah, the doctors aren't very hopeful. I just don't want Carly to be on any more of an emotional rollercoaster than she already is.

[Computer beeps]

Sam: Is that the list?

Winnifred: Affirmative.

Maxie: What, no matches?

Winnifred: No, we have matches. 24,579 to be exact.

Carly: Thank you. I know you did everything you could.

Patrick: I really do wish I had better news for you.

Carly: You know, I couldn't help imagining Michael starting to move, opening his eyes. We'd all hug and cry with joy. Michael would go back to school and play video games, join the soccer team, eat pizza with me and Morgan and make us laugh. I also told myself that letting my imagination go would make it harder if there was bad news, and it did.

Jax: Listen, we don't have to give up. You know, we can talk to other experts.

Carly: No, I promised Michael that if it failed I would let it go.

Jax: New research is being done all the time, okay? Something could change next month or next year.

Carly: And in the meantime, I'm going to do what Sonny's done. I'm going to face the facts, and I'm going to accept that Michael is not coming back to me. And I'm going to move on with my life.

Robin: Excuse me? What are you talking about?

Matt: I am just trying to help here.

Robin: No, you're not. You're basically attacking me, telling me that you've decided that I have postpartum depression.

Matt: Well, you should look it up. Do some research. Find out what the symptoms are.

Robin: I don't need to, because there's nothing wrong with me.

Matt: Patrick is worried about you, okay? He said that you were struggling.

Robin: That's great. That's just great. We have a big fight, and then he decides to tell everybody about it.

Matt: No, it wasn't like that.

Robin: There are two sides to every story, Matt, okay? You just don't get to hear my side, because I'm stuck here at home while Patrick is at the hospital.

Matt: Okay, Patrick loves you and he is worried about you.

Robin: Yeah, I'm sure things are really rough for him.

Matt: He is in his own set of denial, okay? You should hear him. He keeps coming up with one fantastic excuse after another.

Robin: You need to leave.

Matt: Postpartum depression is a genuine medical condition.

Robin: You really should leave before I say something that I regret.

Matt: I understand. You're feeling cornered. It happens. People get in situations; they can't find their way out. I'm trying to help, Robin.

Robin: You have no right to psychoanalyze me. Get the hell out of my house.

Winnifred: Unfortunately, it will take a considerable number of man hours to peruse all these matches and to discern Cassandra Prescott’s true identity.

Jason: Is there anything else you can remember about her?

Sam: Yeah, maybe there's some sort of details that might be able to narrow down the search a little bit.

Winnifred: I have racked my mind. I have revisited every detail.

Maxie: Well, what was Cassandra wearing the last time you saw her?

Winnifred: A coat.

Maxie: What kind of coat? Be specific.

Winnifred: A long one, to her calves perhaps.

Maxie: Shape, pockets, accents?

Winnifred: Belted, two square pockets in the front. They had big buttons on the cuffs, too.

Maxie: Anything else?

Winnifred: There was an emblem. It was letters. An "M," I think, on the upper left corner. There was a crown.

Maxie: What color was it?

Winnifred: The coat was black and the embroidery was a dull silver.

Maxie: Pewter. Perfect.

Jason: What are you talking about?

Maxie: I think I know how to find Spinelli and that girl.

Cassandra: What are you doing?

Spinelli: The temptress expressed that time was of the essence. So, I was looking for a quicker path to the safe code.

Cassandra: Good thinking.

Spinelli: You know, I work most efficiently when I am afforded a modicum of privacy.

Cassandra: As you wish, but just in case you're trying to send an SOS to your little computer friend, I've got a man in the next room monitoring your every keystroke.

Spinelli: Do you not comprehend who the Jackal truly is?

Patrick: Just a question. How many times do I have to ask for Mr. Berg's chart?

Matt: Have you got a minute?

Patrick: Thank you. Not really.

Matt: Really, I need to talk to you. I might have spoken out of turn.

Patrick: Okay, well, I'm used to you re-diagnosing my patients, so --

Matt: No, I meant with Robin. I stopped by to see Emma this morning.

Patrick: And?

Matt: And I might have made things worse.

Patrick: Matt, just tell me what you're talking about.

Matt: Yeah, okay, all right. So, Robin got a little snappish, which is very unlike her. So, I commented on it, and the words like "postpartum" just kind of -- it fell out of my mouth, and I mentioned that maybe she should be talking to somebody --

Patrick: Are you kidding? What the hell have you done?

Robin: Hey, Mike.

Mike: Hey.

Robin: Can I get a couple of those mini muffins and a coffee?

Mike: You sure can. Coming right up. You know, Sonny told me that Patrick was running some special test with Michael. Any news on how it went?

Robin: It was unsuccessful.

Mike: Yeah.

Robin: Sorry.

Mike: That's pretty much what Sonny expected.

Robin: Sonny wanted me to consult on that case, actually, but Patrick thought it would be better if I spent time with Emma instead.

Mike: I'm sure that you are savoring every minute you have with that beautiful little baby.

Robin: Yeah, I'm counting my blessings.

Mike: You know, we do happen to love babies around here. So, you know, if you want, we can take her out of there and play with her.

Elizabeth: Hey, guys.

Robin: Oh, she's fine.

Elizabeth: Hi. Hey, Mike, how's that order coming along for my grandmother's lunch?

Mike: I was just about to box it up. Be right there.

Elizabeth: Awesome. Thank you. Hi, neighbor.

Robin: Hi.

Elizabeth: Are you guys having a mother/daughter outing?

Robin: Yes, I thought we'd go to the park today.

Elizabeth: The park? Hi, little missy. You get to go the park. How fun. Look at you. Oh, my goodness. You're getting so big. I could just eat you up. I don't know how you keep your hands off of her. Robin, she is so beautiful. You know, I have this theory that you can tell what a child's personality is going to be like even when they're this young.

Robin: You think?

Elizabeth: Yeah, it worked for Cameron. He was this happy, energetic kid from the moment he was born. She is so good-natured.

Robin: Except when she cries.

Elizabeth: Well, I know she's done her fair share, but it's getting better isn't it?

Robin: I need to ask you something. And I would really appreciate it if you would be honest with me.

Elizabeth: Yeah, of course.

Robin: You've been around a lot since we moved into the new house. You've helped us unpack. You've been really great with Emma, and I want you to know that I appreciate it, even though sometimes it seems like I don't.

Elizabeth: We're neighbors, and we're friends. It's the least I can do.

Robin: What I need to know is, has Patrick asked you to spend time with me and Emma because he thinks I have postpartum depression?

Patrick: I tell you something in confidence about Robin, and the first thing you go do is blurt it out to her?

Matt: I was trying to help.

Patrick: By accusing her of postpartum depression? No wonder she snapped.

Matt: Yeah, she did get pretty defensive.

Patrick: Well, who wouldn't? You're acting like an expert on a subject you know nothing about.

Matt: Your family is in crisis, Patrick. Why won't you just admit that?

Patrick: I told you, I don't know if she's suffering from postpartum depression or not.

Matt: You don't want to admit it.

Patrick: What if something is wrong with Robin? You just went and made it worse. Thank you very much for that.

Matt: There you go. Did you hear yourself? You used the word "if." If something is wrong. It's not an if.

Patrick: You don't know. I don't know. She could be going through the normal adjustments to the responsibilities of being a mother. That could be what it is.

Matt: You're not going to do anybody a favor here, especially Robin, if you just keep sweeping it under the rug.

Patrick: Listen, nobody asked for your advice, okay?

Matt: I told you. I was just trying to help.

Patrick: Nobody asked for your help.

Matt: You know what? You're right, Patrick. You're right. You know what? Don't change a thing. You're doing great. You even found a way to transfer your anger at Robin onto somebody else.

Maxie: Los Angeles, California, the Mirelle on Beverly. You know, it's kind of hard to hate Cassandra when she has such fabulous taste in clothes. But if she's hurt Spinelli, I do hate her. And I still will personally claw her eyes out.

Jason: What kind of coat is it?

Maxie: You can only get it at this boutique on Beverly. The line just came out -- ridiculously expensive.

Winnifred: How do you know all this highly arcane information?

Maxie: It's my job to know, and we ran a preview article in "Crimson."

Sam: So, you're calling the store to find out who bought it.

Maxie: Exactly. Hi, this is Maxie Jones, Kate Howard’s assistant from "Crimson." I have a couple of questions I'd like you guys to answer.

Sam: All right, Maxie said the coat was really expensive, which means that they probably paid with a credit card or something like that.

Winnifred: Yeah, I can cross reference any names and numbers with the bureau's criminal record data base.

Maxie: Okay, what was that last number again? Great, I'll call you back to talk to you about the summer line. Thanks. Three women bought the coat last week. Here are their names and credit card numbers.

Sam: Well done, Maxie.

Maxie: Wasn't it? You know, if you guys ever need help finding someone, I would be glad to assist, for a fee of course.

[Computer beeps]

Winnifred: Oh, I have the perpetress. Cassandra Prescott A.K.A. Crystal Powell. She is suspected in three art robberies in Chicago, New York, and Montréal, but nothing is proven.

Maxie: What would an art thief want with Spinelli?

Jason: To crack a security system.

Spinelli: You treat the Jackal with dismissive contempt, but you are gravely mistaken. I am apprentice to Jason Morgan and Mr. Sir, Sonny Corinthos, of alleged and dangerous underworld fame and legend.

Cassandra: Sonny Corinthos, I've read about him in the papers.

Spinelli: Yes, he is a formidable foe, and an equally loyal ally. If I were to simply say your name and snap my fingers, you would vanish, never to be seen again. I speak the truth. Tremble before me.

Cassandra: This is great news.

Spinelli: It is?

Cassandra: My fence has gotten difficult. I'm looking for someone else to sell goods and launder the money. Your mob ties are perfect.

Spinelli: My underworld connections are not simply at your disposal.

Cassandra: Be grateful, Jackal. I was planning on killing you when the art heist was completed. But now I have reason to keep you around.

Tracy: So, how's it working for you?

Luke: You know, it's not bad considering that we're working --

Tracy: I wasn't talking to you. I was talking to him.

Ethan: Oh, it's working out beautifully, actually. Thanks for asking. And your hair looks lovely, by the way.

Tracy: Wow. Nice to have someone notice.

Luke: I noticed. I was getting there. Let me give credit where credit is due. You were absolutely right. Mr. Lovett and I are a good match.

Tracy: Oh, yes, you just want him around so you can drag him down to your depraved level.

Luke: Are you kidding? His level of depravity is already under a duck.

Ethan: That's high praise from the matador himself.

Lucky: Well, I guess I'll be hitting the road. Glad you found a criminal to hang out with, dad. Like we need another one in this town.

Luke: Hey, wait, cowboy. Wait, wait. Give him his wallet.

Ethan: What?

Luke: Check your pocket.

Lucky: My wallet's gone.

Ethan: Well, why are you looking at me? He probably left it some place or dropped it somewhere.

Luke: Give him the damn wallet. Here you go.

Lucky: Thanks.

Luke: Now you can go.

Lucky: Maybe I should put you under arrest.

Ethan: He's not serious?

Lucky: You lifted a wallet off a cop.

Luke: Oh, come on. You got proof?

Lucky: Dad, you knew Ethan took my wallet. You told him to give it back to me.

Luke: Well, if you're going to make an arrest, you got to have an eye witness. Did you see anything, wife?

Tracy: What, sweetheart?

Lucky: Why are you protecting this guy?

Luke: Maybe he's innocent. You know, I'm the one that gave you back the wallet.

Lucky: Dad, you lifted it off of Ethan.

Luke: Well, maybe not. Maybe I've hit new lows. Maybe I've pickpocketed my own son.

Lucky: Man, this is just a big game to you, isn't it? Rules, laws, authority, just one big joke. And I actually made a career of it. Luke Spencer’s son, a cop. I'm sorry I embarrassed you, Dad.

Luke: Oh, come on, lighten up, Lucky.

Lucky: About what? That I'm just a big disappointment to you? Because you're too boozed up and have a bad attitude towards anybody with an honest job?

Tracy: That's enough.

Lucky: Well, I'm sorry that I don't measure up to your standards. But I take mine over yours any day of the week.

Tracy: Well, did it ever occur to you, if you'd been a better son, he might have been a better father?

Winnifred: I'm collating data on galleries, museums and art auctions in Los Angeles county and neighboring environs.

Maxie: How do we know this Cassandra/Crystal person isn't half-way around the world with Spinelli right now?

Sam: Well, she was already here when you guys arrived, so it would only make sense that the art heist she's planning is close by.

Maxie: But that's still a lot of territory to cover.

[Computer beeps]

Winnifred: Okay, this is most peculiar. I'm receiving a pop-up, which appears to be an advertisement for women's hats.

Sam: Mention Chrissy's for a real steal?

Maxie: That is the most hideous hat I have every seen. Delete it before I gag.

Jason: Wait, wait, wait. Should you be getting pop-ups on that computer?

Winnifred: No, not with my spam filter. It's puzzling that I'm receiving a random advertisement.

Maxie: It isn't random. Spinelli can hack his way into pretty much anything. He left us a clue.

Cassandra: Practice time is over.

Jax: Hey.

Carly: Hey.

Jax: The car's here to take us to the airport.

Carly: You know what? You can go ahead. I know you're busy. It's okay.

Jax: You're not ready yet?

Carly: I just don't want -- I just want to be here when he comes back. I could take a train or a commercial flight. It's okay.

Jax: I'm sorry.

Carly: Me, too. I honestly don't think that I'm going to hold Michael’s hand and say some magic word, and he's going to open his eyes. I don't feel that way. I just want to make sure he's comfortable, that's all.

Jax: Take all the time you need. I got to make some calls anyway.

Carly: Thank you. I couldn't have gotten through this without you. Thank you.

Jax: I'll be right down the hall if you need me, okay?

Elizabeth: Patrick has never asked me to check in on you because he's worried you have postpartum depression.

Robin: Promise?

Elizabeth: I promise. I've always come over as a friend. Moving is 10 times more stressful than you expect it to be. And then you put this little pumpkin in the mix, and it's overwhelming for anyone.

Robin: Tell me about it.

Elizabeth: I happen to know that Patrick is your biggest fan. And I think he loves you a lot.

Robin: I love him, too. It's just lately I feel like he's watching my every move, just waiting to see if I measure up.

Elizabeth: To what?

Robin: Some unattainable perfection I guess. This coming from Patrick of all people, who didn't even want a kid in the first place.

Elizabeth: I know but now he's thrilled to be a dad. And you have everything that you ever wanted. You have a healthy baby and a wonderful husband and devoted father.

Robin: I know. I don't mean to sound ungrateful. It's just, there's more to me than just being a mom.

Elizabeth: Yes, sometimes we all lose a little of our identities with all the diaper changing and the midnight feedings. But it gets better. It does.

Robin: When?

Elizabeth: You really want to get back to work, don't you?

Robin: I do. To be honest with you, I can't wait to get back to work. Partly because I love it, and partly because that's where Patrick and I have had our connection. No matter how many times we fought, we always have our ups and downs. But the hospital was the place where we met on neutral ground.

Elizabeth: And you're a brilliant doctor.

Robin: He's asked me to consult on his cases. He respected my opinion. Now he doesn't care less. Just yesterday, he shut me out of a procedure.

Elizabeth: This is all new territory for him, too. Maybe you should just cut him a little slack.

Robin: Easier said than done.

Mike: I've got something on the stove. You're all set to go.

Elizabeth: Great, thank you, Mike.

Robin: You know what? Just put her in her stroller. I'll grab that for you.

Elizabeth: Okay.

Elizabeth: Thank you so much. Hey, everything's going to work out.

Robin: We'll do our best.

Elizabeth: Call me anytime, you know? I'm down the street, and I'm more than happy to have an excuse to see that beautiful little girl.

Robin: Let me help you with that.

Elizabeth: Thank you.  

Tracy: If you want respect from your father, you ought to treat him with a little less disdain.

Lucky: Yeah, well, I do.

Tracy: Really? Is that what you call your constant stream of criticism for his questionable behaviors?

Lucky: Well, it's kind of hard to admire him for it.

Tracy: Well, maybe you understand why he likes to spend time with Ethan, who actually likes him.

Lucky: Well, maybe Dad's just looking for another son, the one he should've had.

Luke: Wait, don't do that. Come on, I followed my path. You're following yours. I respect that.

Lucky: But you don't.

Luke: Go sweep up in back.

Ethan: I did.

Luke: Then do it again. And keep doing it until I tell you otherwise.

Tracy: I'm sorry Lucky went off like that.

Luke: No, it's good. It's good that he gets that out. Tracy, if there's a battle here, it's between me and my kid. I don't want you involved.

Winnifred: Here it is, "Woman with Hat" by Emile Michaud.

Maxie: That thing is truly a crime against fashion.

Sam: We still need a location.

Winnifred: I'm including more words in the cross reference.

Maxie: I guess this means Spinelli is okay, but what if he's doing something illegal and then he gets arrested? Between that and the hacking, he's going to end up spending the rest of his life in prison.

Sam: We're going to find him before that happens.

Winnifred: Oh, here it is. I know where the cunning Crystal is keeping Mr. Jackal.

Cassandra: Are you sure you can do this in under 20 minutes?

Spinelli: Reluctant as I am to perform such a heinous task, I am most certain of my cyber skills.

Cassandra: Good. Let's go.

Carly: The doctors told me that you're not coming back to me and that I have to let you go. I don't really know how to do that. I mean, you're my baby. You're my little boy. And you're in my heart, every memory from the moment you were born. It's in my heart and in my soul. You're a part of me, Michael. Nothing in this world will ever change that. I love you, baby.

Robin: You sure you don't need help to your car?

Elizabeth: No thanks, I can manage.

[Phone rings]

Robin: Hello? What? Okay, the ambulance is headed to Mercy? How many kids? Have the paramedics examined the kids? Okay, what kind of injuries?

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