General Hospital Transcript Tuesday 5/26/09
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Patrick: I need the Michael Corinthos chart, please.
Nurse: He's right here. Dr. Drake, line two.
Patrick: Dr. Drake.
Robin: Did I catch you at a bad time?
Patrick: Never. How's it going?
Robin: Better than expected. I finished my treatment.
Patrick: That's early, isn't it?
Robin: You know me, overachiever until the bitter end. Anyway, my doctor's cleared me to come home, but I thought we should talk first. Face to face. Is there any chance you can leave in the next few minutes?
Ethan: Since this is my life, my identity that we're kicking around like a football, I'd like to make sure I understand just what went down. You, Holly Sutton, are my mother. You carried me in your body for nine months. You gave birth to me, and then you dumped me off on the first family you could find.
Holly: I know that's how it must seem, but I promise you it wasn't that easy.
Ethan: Well, you don't seem the worse for wear, do you?
Holly: I can understand that you would be really angry. And you have every right --
Ethan: Look, just stop, okay? I don't need your permission to be angry. And don't you dare interrupt me while we're trying to get this story straight. You wouldn't want to confuse us now, would you? So, you pass me off on the first fool you can find, then go on your merry little way. And you don't tell my father, that father being Robert Scorpio and not Luke.
Ethan: Okay, good. We wouldn't want to get that part wrong, would we?
Luke: We wouldn't, would we? Not that part. So what the hell is the reason that you made me think that this is my kid?
Edward: You get that idea right out of your head. You will live with Sonny over my cold, dead body.
Michael: It's my decision.
Edward: You're too young to make decisions. Sonny, you're the reason that this kid lost a year of his life.
Sonny: We'll skip the part where this is none of your business. We got to do this later. He's not supposed to be upset. That's what the doctors say.
Carly: It's not up for discussion. Michael's not going home with either one of you. He's going to live with me, his mother.
Michael: Stop talking about me like I'm not in the room!
Carly: Michael, baby, we know that you're here, okay? I'm sorry; you just need to calm down.
Michael: You're not listening to me. You're not hearing me, what I want.
Edward: Now maybe no one in this room is willing to discuss what's wrong with you, but I myself have no problem with it. The reason that you are lying in that bed is because of Sonny.
Carly: We have not talked to him about that yet.
Michael: My dad told me everything. It's not his fault. He was the target.
Edward: Of course, it's never Sonny's fault. No, no. You know, people in this town lose their lives all the time. And why? Because of some connection with Sonny Corinthos. But God forbid he would accept any of the responsibility.
Sonny: What do you know what I carry in my life?
Carly: Okay, stop, this is not good for Michael's --
Sonny: No, wait a minute. What makes you think you have the right to barge in here and tell my son -- my son how to run his life?
Edward: My right goes much deeper than yours, buddy, because we are connected by blood, and you are nothing but an interloper who stole him for awhile.
Michael: I can't take this anymore! Shut the hell up, all of you, and get the hell out! Get out!
Jason: Okay, the best way to get Michael calm is to do what he asked you to do.
Spinelli: You know, you did the right thing seeking Stone Cold's intercession. He has a calming effect on battling Quartermaines and Corinthoses. And he's got Michael's interests at heart. And the little sir is doubly blessed because you stand eager to provide comfort and support when called upon.
Lulu: Thank you for your positivity and your encouragement. You're a good friend.
Spinelli: And in that spirit, I suppose I should be the bearer of potentially painful news that has recently come to light.
Spinelli: Well, your former love, the faithless mob prince John Zacchara, has enjoyed carnal knowledge of the glacial one's cousin Olivia Falconeri.
Luke: Our road has never been a smooth one, English. But I don't want to believe that you would deliberately hurt us like this.
Ethan: Come on, don't be so naive, Luke. She never gave it that much thought. You were too busy playing your sick little game, weren't you?
Holly: Ethan's right. I got bored. I was looking back over my life as something good enough to revisit, and, well, naturally, you came to mind.
Luke: Naturally. I just -- came to mind. That is so flattering.
Ethan: Yeah, but of course she needed some bait, right? So while she's sitting there, reflecting back over her life, she slaps her forehead and goes, "Oh, wait, didn't I throw away a son I could use?"
Holly: That isn't how it happened. But yes, you were the means to an end. And you, I couldn't just show up on your doorstep. That wouldn't grab your attention. Not the way I wanted to. So I decided to leave a trail that led to Ethan being your son.
Luke: Why tell us the truth now?
Holly: I finally came to my senses. Let's just leave it at that.
Johnny: You're still here.
Maxie: I don't know why. Sleeping with you would be the dumbest decision I could make. Not only would it cost me Spinelli, you have unfinished business with my roommate and only friend. Which makes you more messed up than me, so we would definitely crash and burn.
Johnny: Yeah, but it would be one hell of a blaze, wouldn't it?
Maxie: And that's exactly why I'm attracted to you. Sometimes I think you get me like no one else. The "blow up my life because I don't deserve anything good" part.
Maxie: Which makes me want to light the match and let the pieces fall where they may.
Olivia: Sorry. Sorry. Looks like I'm interrupting something.
Maxie: No, I was just about to leave. And what we just talked about? Forget it. Nothing serious ever happened with us, and nothing ever will.
Olivia: Well, guess she told you.
Johnny: Guess so.
Olivia: I'm sorry; I actually do have a good reason for coming over here. I found this in my sofa cushion, and I knew it wasn't mine, so I had to assume --
Johnny: Yeah. Thanks.
Olivia: So did my timing here really suck, or was it right on the money?
Robin: Wow, very handsome.
Patrick: You look beautiful.
Robin: So how's Emma?
Patrick: She's great, she's great. Right when we got off the phone with you last night, she went straight to bed. You didn't mention that you were done in treatment.
Robin: Well, if you don't believe me, you can talk to my doctors.
Patrick: That's not necessary. I mean, it's great to see you anywhere. But here, at Chez Loire?
Robin: Sure. It's our favorite restaurant, right? Neutral territory. And I figure I owe you a meal after the last time I stood you up here.
Patrick: Thank you.
Robin: I hope I didn't pull you away from a full case load.
Patrick: I was actually just about to sign out.
Robin: How's Michael?
Patrick: He's great. He's great. He's making, I mean, remarkable progress.
Patrick: I pulled off quite an amazing surgery, if I do say so myself.
Robin: And you do.
Patrick: Yeah. Yeah, you don't know the half of it. I've been more obnoxious than usual. Basking in my own glory as a surgeon, I need to make up for the other ways my ego's taken a hit lately. I'm sorry --
Robin: No. That's -- that's my fault. I know that I've put you through hell, and I'm so sorry.
Patrick: It wasn't directed at you. It has been a humbling experience, you know, to realize that I'm not infallible. But you weren't gone eight hours when I realized, you know, when it hit me. Even though you were suffering from postpartum depression, Robin, you were the center of our lives. And without you, Emma and I were lost.
Lulu: Johnny's sleeping with Olivia Falconeri? That's surprising, obviously. I didn't know that they knew each other.
Spinelli: The overheard conversation between cousins indicated more of a drunken happening of a random kind.
Lulu: Oh, that sounds like Johnny.
Spinelli: It does?
Lulu: Yeah, that's how he was when we first met. He was reckless and crazy.
Spinelli: That's kind of an interesting reaction. Fair Lulu's heart doesn't appear to be wounded by what I find to be somewhat unsettling news.
Lulu: I mean, what am I supposed to do? Johnny and I are no more. If he wants to sleep with somebody else, that's his business, that's not mine. And I have more pressing things to worry about. Have I mentioned that my family is about to implode?
Edward: I'll have Dr. Drake paged. Clearly the boy needs help.
Sonny: If our son needs anything, Carly and I will make sure he gets it.
Carly: Have you guys learned anything? God.
Jason: Michael just told you what he needs. Can you guys just take a walk?
Sonny: Yeah, we're going to go. Let's go, come on.
Edward: I had no idea that that little boy was so troubled.
Sonny: You know why? Because you didn't pay attention when you walked in.
Edward: And you did?
Sonny: Okay, thanks for coming when you did. Stopping -- we were idiots for fighting. Of course he went off.
Edward: Listen, let me tell you something. That boy needs stability and a firm hand, and he will get it from the Quartermaines. So, later.
Sonny: Really? Ah, forget it.
Carly: I don't care about Edward. We need to do what Jason said. We need to go for a walk and we'll give Michael a break. Please go in there and talk to him. Will you just go in there and make sure he's okay?
Jason: Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Carly: Come on.
Sonny: No, no, no.
Jason: Just checking in on you. I can stay, I can leave, whatever you want me to do.
Michael: No, I want you to stay.
Michael: I don't know why I went off like that. It just came out. Like it was out of my control. What's wrong with me? Dr. Monica Quartermaine --
Michael: I don't want any more doctors.
Jason: To room 1017? Okay, thank you. She's your grandmother, and I think she can help you.
Michael: What I want more than anything is to get out of this place. I'm sick of machines. I'm sick of doctors flashing lights in my eyes, nurses sticking me with needles. I'm sick of the smell.
Jason: I felt exactly the same way after my accident.
Michael: So you think I would be a good patient and do everything I can to look well enough to get released from this place. Instead, I throw a screaming fit. Make everybody think I'm a nut case. But it's like I get mad and the brakes go out.
Jason: It's your impulse control. That's what it is. It's all jammed up for you now. And the more people try to explain why it happened and what you need to do about it, the more you want to just put your fist right through the wall.
Michael: You really do get it.
Jason: Yeah. When I woke up and they told me my brain was damaged, I was mad all the time. Every little thing set me off. The way the medical staff talked to me, how the Quartermaines expected me to love and remember them and be exactly who I was before the accident. I hated it. And I really hated being in this place. But when I went home, I hated that, too. It's funny how you can be in such a big house and still feel like the walls are closing in on you, so I finally -- I snapped. And I trashed my room, I trashed everything. So yelling is, you know, pretty mild in comparison.
Michael: I knew you had brain damage. I used to hear people talking about it like it was some tragedy. But I never thought it was any big deal because you seemed so normal. But now I got it. And I really, really hate it.
Sonny: Carly and I have come to an agreement about your access to Michael. We're willing to be reasonable, but you're going to have to meet us halfway. We will not discourage Michael from contact with the Quartermaines. You're welcome to visit him at the hospital, when he goes home, but just call first. Show some restraint. We do not want to upset Michael.
Edward: Sonny, I won't let a temper tantrum brought on by a brain injury that you caused change my mind. Every mishap that has befallen this young man in his short life has been because of some contact with you. And that ends now. Michael is a Quartermaine, and we mean to have him with us.
Carly: This is hard for everyone, Edward. Everyone. But you're crazy if you think that you're taking my son home because he's coming home with me. He belongs with me or his father. We're a family here. Do you understand that?
Edward: I've always been very fond of you, Carly. You're tough and you're resilient, and you're smart -- everything that I admire in a woman. But you have one fatal flaw -- your weakness for Sonny. And Michael should not and will not pay the price for that. And that's why I am taking him home with me.
Johnny: Yeah, Maxie's confused. She's torn between her inner wild child and, probably for the first time in her life, loving somebody more than she loves herself. Anyway, she has convinced herself that she wants to sleep with me, and as you've probably seen, nobility isn't exactly my strong suit.
Olivia: I don't know, maybe it is. I mean, you were pretty honest with her.
Olivia: Sounds like if she's determined to stick her hand in the fire, then she'll get burned. She'll come back. You know, we're all adults here. We make choices and we live with the consequences.
Johnny: Yeah. Looks like you've been doing a lot of that today, huh? Feels like the whole world knows we slept together.
Olivia: Right? It's a good way to keep something secret, huh?
Johnny: Yeah, sorry.
Olivia: No, don't be. A, I don't give a damn what anybody thinks about me. I never did. And, B, I got no regrets. Kind of like you.
Johnny: Feeling's mutual. I got to tell you, I would say you were the last thing that I expected, but I am damn glad you came.
Olivia: Okay, then.
Robin: It wasn't nearly as bad as I thought it would be. And I feel rejuvenated. It's probably all those yoga classes and hikes, I bet.
Patrick: That's good. And how was the therapy?
Patrick: What was more intense, the individual? Group?
Robin: Both, in different ways. But I think that I learned more from group therapy because -- well, I got to listen to the other women, their stories. It made me realize that, you know, I wasn't psychotic.
Patrick: Robin, if I had anything to do with you feeling that way --
Patrick: I just want to say I'm truly sorry.
Robin: You didn't. It was -- it's the illness. It's the -- postpartum depression, it affects how you see the world and how you operate in the world. You know, all those things that I've always counted on -- my strength, my independence -- somehow they were working against me, because the sicker I got, the more determined I was to just deal with everything on my own. That translated into neglecting Emma and pushing you away. In the sorry sweepstakes, I'm clearly the big winner. I just hope that the damage I've caused isn't beyond repair. I guess that's for you to answer. Is there a way to fix what I've broken? Is that even possible anymore?
Patrick: Well, what we just went through isn't going to go down as my favorite chapter in the Robin and Patrick saga, but I do realize that forces beyond your control were at play here, and, well, for me, there's nothing to fix.
Robin: You don't have to offer me blanket forgiveness. You get to be hurt. You get to be angry. You get to doubt me. But there is one thing I would ask.
Patrick: Name it.
Robin: It might sound very hypocritical after all the lies I've told you recently, but I would like for you to be honest. You know, if you're pissed off, I want to know. If we want to scream, scream. The one thing I've always loved about us is that we're able to be completely honest. I just -- I don't want to lose that.
Patrick: Well, I agree, and I can do that. You know, I mean, I've done a lot of thinking on my own about a lot of things. You know, about the, wl, expectations I put on our marriage, the way I chose to deal and not deal with what you were going through, you know, first by denying it, then basically bullying you into treatment, and, well, I'm sorry for that. I wasn't -- I wish I was better, I wish I was more aware, more patient.
Robin: You were just trying to love me. How can I object to that?
Patrick: That hasn't changed.
Patrick: Sitting here, staring at you, it makes me realize how invested I am in our life together. I love you.
Robin: I love you, too, so much.
Robin: I think I'm ready to go home.
Jason: I think you might be jumping the gun a little bit. So far, nobody's said that you're brain-damaged.
Michael: What else could it be?
[Knock on door]
Monica: Hi, I got a page to come to this room. Is everything okay?
Jason: Yes, I think Michael could use your help.
Monica: Well, sure, anything.
Jason: Edward was in here --
Jason: Talking about taking him away from his parents.
Monica: Has it occurred to anybody to ask you what you would like?
Michael: No one even sees me. I'm just this reason to fight.
Monica: Well, I'm here right now. You can tell me.
Michael: To be honest, I kind of played Edward. I made him think that I wanted to live with you guys, but it was just something I said, and now he's talking about keeping my dad away from me, and I definitely don't want that.
Monica: I hear you. Michael, all of the adults in your life, including me, have handled disagreements about you abysmally, and I am really sorry. And I'm going to do everything I can to make it right, and that's going to start with Edward. So don't you worry about him. I'll take care of that.
Jason: And she will, too.
Monica: You are welcome.
Michael: That was a good move, calling Monica. I wouldn't have thought of it. Maybe that's a sign that I am dumber than before.
Jason: No, you seem plenty smart to me.
Michael: What do you know? You're brain-damaged.
Sonny: You know what, Edward? You might want to get your hearing aid checked, because we said we'd be generous as far as the Quartermaines seeing Michael. We didn't say we'd hand him over.
Edward: We'll let the courts decide where Michael --
Monica: No, we won't, Edward.
Monica: Excuse me. I need a word with you.
Edward: No, Monica, you can't --
Monica: Listen, Michael is and always will be a Quartermaine, but he does belong with the parents that he knows and that he loves. So this family is going to make sure we respect that, okay?
Edward: But --
Monica: That's enough, Edward.
Monica: Come on. Excuse us.
Edward: Well, I --
Carly: I can't blame Edward for wanting to be close to Michael. Isn't that what we all want?
Sonny: I get that, but he can't go barreling into Michael's room while Michael's trying to get better and threatening lawsuits and everything. That's not right.
Carly: No, he can't, but Monica, I'm sure, will take care of that. She'll -- she'll fix it.
Sonny: Okay, listen to me. I've been thinking. What we just saw with Michael going into that rage and everything, maybe you should think twice about bringing him home, because I don't want Morgan to see that.
Carly: Oh, he's getting better. His anger is going to subside, Sonny.
Sonny: Until it does, handling Michael, you know, might not just be difficult -- it could be dangerous for you and your baby.
Ethan: I wouldn't want to leave you in the lurch. So whether you decide to pick up the slack yourself, or hire somebody to do the dirty work, at least the bar will be good to go.
Luke: You planning to hop out of here, joey?
Ethan: I see no reason to stick around anymore.
Holly: I know how difficult --
Ethan: You don't know a damn thing about me. You never cared, so why would you start now? I was just a pawn in your game with Luke.
Holly: I honestly didn't see it that way.
Ethan: You drop out of the sky with tales of larceny and a dog-eared photo. You send me out into the world to meet a man who I came to admire and consider a mentor. But no, he's not my father, and you knew it all along. And now, with a shrug of your shoulders and a few pathetic apologies, you expect me to make it all right for you. No harm done. Well, the harm was done, to me and to Luke. But that doesn't matter to you, does it? You know, I could have happily lived out the rest of my God-forsaken life without knowing you and Robert Scorpio are my parents.
Lulu: So -- so you're not my brother?
Ethan: Ask Holly. She'll spin you a whole convoluted tale about it. But I don't have the time or, frankly, the stomach to hear it again.
Lulu: So it's true, you're not Ethan's father?
Luke: Not according to his mother.
Lulu: I'm sorry. You must be disappointed.
Luke: Doesn't change my high opinion of the lad.
Holly: Maybe I should go after him.
Luke: No. Leave him alone. Let him tend his wounds.
Lulu: I think that I can help.
Luke: Let me know if he's okay.
Lulu: Nice going.
Holly: She's right. I've made a bloody mess of everything.
Luke: You have no idea what kind of damage you've done here, English. But even so, when the dust settles, you still have yourself one hell of a son.
Spinelli: Maximista. What gives you pause? I mean, your urgent text requesting the Jackal's -- wow. Um, I'm flattered by such an enthusiastic greeting, but I can't help but wonder what were the origins of such urgent feelings?
Maxie: Well, how should I know? I mean, you can't explain or pinpoint feelings. I just wanted to express to you how grateful I am that we're getting back to normal. You know, I hated it when you were calling me all those awful things like Maxie, or the faithless blonde one. Promise me that's never going to happen again.
Spinelli: No doubt Maximista is also having a reaction to learning that her trust in the mob prince has been misplaced. But I know that you've learned your lesson, and John Zacchara holds no attraction for you whatsoever.
Maxie: None whatsoever.
Sonny: I'm not going to lie to you. Of course I want Michael to live with me, but that's not what's going on here. There's a legitimate cause for concern. As irrational as this is, Michael has decided to focus his anger on you.
Carly: Look, he doesn't even know that you're married to Claudia, let alone that you guys are having a baby. I can't imagine he's going to be very happy with you, either, Sonny.
Sonny: But Claudia’s health isn't an issue here, yours is.
Carly: I am not as fragile as you seem to think. Okay, yes, it hurts me when Michael gets angry with me, but he can yell at me every day for the rest of our lives, if that's the price I have to pay for having him back. And I am thinking about what's best for Michael. And I believe it's living with me, and I really would like you to back me on this.
Robin: Wow, I'm impressed. Who knew that you had mad cleaning skills?
Patrick: Can't take too much credit for that. I caved and hired a housekeeper, and Judy and Mercedes are great about helping me clean up, and it helps that Matt's not living here, because he's still stuck in that frat boy mentality a little bit. I'm babbling.
Robin: You nervous?
Patrick: Yeah, a little bit. You?
Michael: Maybe you were Lucky. Not being able to remember anything from before your accident? You got to start from scratch. You know, everyone knew you couldn't remember, so they couldn't have all these expectations.
Jason: No, no, everyone has expectations. Everybody -- that's why you got to try to be patient, because a lot of these people, they love you, and they want you to be better.
Michael: Any tips?
Jason: Your life might not be the same as it was before. But you're the only one who can figure out what that means.
Michael: Hey, let's get something straight. I was yanking Edward’s chain. I don't really want to live with the Quartermaines. I want to live with Dad.
Carly: Well, um, your father and I decided to stick to the arrangement we had before, that you and Morgan would stay with me and Jax, and you can visit your father whenever you want.
Michael: Just like that? You decide?
Sonny: We both decided, Michael.
Michael: Just because you can get Dad to do whatever you want, don't think I will.
Holly: Aren't you going to lace it with arsenic?
Luke: I mean you no harm.
Holly: Maybe you should. Maybe we'd both feel better if you did.
Luke: No, we wouldn't.
Holly: I've always had this image of myself, one I've grown rather attached to, that I'm a white glove criminal. A charming thief and raconteur, someone who'd steal your money in a heartbeat, but never leave any irreparable damage.
Luke: Well, I don't think that's far off the mark. I've never known you to be malicious.
Holly: I think Ethan would disagree with you on that. I knew him the moment I saw him. It was instant recognition. Somewhere across the pool he was tending bar, and as I walked towards him, my heart was beating so fast and so hard, I was sure he had to be able to see it. And I wanted to hold him so close, closer than I'd ever held anybody else before. But instead, I sat down and ordered a drink, and pretended to be a clever stranger.
Holly: I could have told him the truth. But I was too much of a coward.
Holly: I told him about you, and I gave him the picture of you and Robert, and sent him on his way. I told myself, or I convinced myself, that it was out of my hands, it was up to fate.
Holly: But that was just an elaborate way of not facing the fact that I was a coward.
Holly: And now my son --
Holly: I'm sorry, Luke. I am so sorry, and I know that will never be enough.
Singer: Don't pull your hand away I realize that your faith
Mercedes: Robin. I thought you were coming home tomorrow.
Robin: No, I -- I couldn't stay away from my little girl for one more minute.
Patrick: Thanks, Mercedes, we'll take it from here.
Mercedes: You bet. Welcome home.
Robin: Hey, Emma. Mommy's home. I missed you so much.
Singer: You'll never be alone one step at a time
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