General Hospital Transcript Wednesday 6/19/13

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Sabrina: We shouldn't be doing this.

Patrick: It's too late.

Sabrina: [Gasping] It's different for you. You're -- you're a hot-shot surgeon. I'm just -- okay, to the left. I'm just a lowly nurse.

Patrick: Don't worry about it. Monica owes me.

Sabrina: Really?

Patrick: Mm-hmm.

Sabrina: Why?

Patrick: You don't want to know. [Grunts] Mood killer?

Sabrina: Yeah. You know what? It's fine. It's -- it's probably for the best. We need to redirect our energy. We have a date.

Patrick: We do?

Sabrina: Yeah -- with Ellie Trout.

Ellie: Do you see anyone?

Spinelli: No. The coast appears to be clear.

Ellie: Brad must have taken another break, and he's probably spending it like he does every day -- stalking Felix.

Spinelli: While I have nothing but sympathy for the good Nurse DuBois, his misfortune is our opportunity.

Ellie: I don't know about this.

Spinelli: Why? You told me yourself that Brad has a hidden file on Dr. Westbourne. We have to see what's inside it.

Ellie: Yeah -- the operative word being "hidden." I mean, Brad will obviously go to great lengths to keep this information concealed, and now that he knows that I'm onto him, why would he keep said information in the exact location where he knows I've already found it?

Spinelli: Brad is of the ilk to literally outsmart himself. I mean, he may have put the file back where you first found it, wrongfully assuming that you wouldn't search there again. But, thankfully, you have an accomplished sleuth at your side that can decipher his every muddled maneuver.

Ellie: [Sighs] All right. I guess it doesn't hurt to try. Let's do this thing.

Alexis: Hey. Got a surprise for you. [Sighs] I've arranged for Dr. Clay to pick up Rafe here.

Molly: Rafe's coming over?

Alexis: Mm-hmm. And Sam and Danny and Lucy. I have pancakes. I didn't make them. I ordered them from the Waffle Cottage. I thought we'd have a little farewell breakfast.

Molly: That was really nice of you, Mom. Thanks.

Alexis: [Sighs] Honey, I know this is difficult for you -- for everyone. I'm just trying to keep things positive.

Molly: Okay. Well, how can you do that? I mean, Danny starts chemo today, and Silas is taking Rafe back to New York.

Alexis: [Sighs]

Felix: I had to witness this proud moment. My little sister's still in high school, and she's already mastered the walk of shame.

Taylor: [Sighs] Do I look ashamed to you?

Felix: If you're not, you definitely should be. Just what sort of tawdry business did you get up to all night?

[Birds chirping]

Taylor: OMG. Is that Molly?!

Shawn: Hey. Something bothering you? You don't look too good. Want to tell me what's eating you?

Alexis: There you go.

Molly: Mmm! Hey!

Sam: Hi! Wait a minute. Are those pancakes, or am I hallucinating?

Alexis: Relax. I didn't make them.

Sam: Thank God.

Molly: Turns out, we were right. Last night wasn't goodbye.

Rafe: Aren't we lucky?

Sam: Mmm. This looks good. Thanks for arranging this.

Alexis: Oh, of course. I just wanted us to have some nice time before he goes to the hospital. That's good, huh?

Sam: He loves it.

[Doorbell rings]

Rafe: Is that Silas?

Alexis: No, he's not coming for another hour. It's Lucy. We got a while before that jerk shows up.

Silas: You know, I can hear you. There's no jerks here. Just mean Uncle Silas, ready to take his nephew home.

[Door closes]

Luke: Is madam receiving?

Tracy: Last call was hours ago. If you want to wet your whistle, you'll have to belly-up someplace else.

Luke: I'm not here for a drink.

Tracy: What other reason could you possibly have to darken my doorstep? Ah! Planning on emptying out a couple of bank accounts.

Luke: I'm not here for cash, either.

Tracy: No cash. No booze. What else could pique your interest?

Luke: I was hoping to whisk you away...on a date.

Tracy: A date? You and me.

Luke: What -- I'm not worthy of going on a date with you?

Tracy: You are not worthy of me. I am a titan of industry. I'm a captain of commerce.

Luke: Yes, well, apologies, General Quartermaine.

Tracy: And you are a coward! A chicken!

Luke: Okay, the definition of chicken is a feathered fowl --

Tracy: [Clucking] That's my impression of you, if you're asking. I don't date chickens.

Luke: No. You just date low-level Mafiosi!

Tracy: [Sighs] Joseph was a lot of things. He was not a coward. You remember last fall -- the, uh, "Water, water everywhere, and not a drop to drink"? Instead of taking the antidote himself, he chose to give it to me.

Luke: Which you cleared up with a dose of antibiotics.

Tracy: He made the ultimate sacrifice! He faced death! You can't even face your own doctor!

Luke: Wrong! I'm going to the hospital now to do that.

Tracy: Really? Planning on raiding the hydrocodone cabinet?

Luke: Oh, very droll. No -- I have an appointment with my doctor. Uh, that's a polite euphemism for "quack!" I'm going to hear my test results.

Molly: You can't just treat Rafe like he's some piece of luggage! He is a human being!

Alexis: I'll handle this, all right? We agreed that you would pick Rafe up in an hour and 20 minutes and 15 seconds.

Silas: May I? Let's just say I like to get to the airport early.

Alexis: Well, guess what. Get to the airport in an hour and 20 minutes and 15 seconds.

Silas: You're kicking me out? I help Danny out, and now I got to stand on the curb? How is he, by the way? Still just a little... under the weather?

Sam: Well, we got the results back from the biopsy, and you were right. It's leukemia. Congratulations. You made a 5-second diagnosis, and you were right. [Scoffs] Isn't he amazing? I mean, he's -- he's amazing. You deserve a round of applause. Let's hear it, everybody, for Silas. He's great. How about maybe your next magic trick -- you can conjure up some compassion? No, actually, I-I think that might be a little bit too much to ask for, because you don't give a damn about Danny any more than you care about Rafe.

TJ: How did you find me?

Shawn: The limo driver gave me a heads-up.

TJ: [Scoffs] So, what -- you got people watching me now?

Shawn: Now? Try always.

TJ: Are you serious, Shawn? That is an invasion of privacy!

Shawn: Look. Take it easy. All right? I'm not big brother. I'm just a concerned guardian.

TJ: [Sighs]

Shawn: So talk to me. Why didn't you have the driver take you home after he dropped Taylor off?

TJ: I wasn't ready. I just -- I needed to clear my head after last night.

Shawn: Yeah? What for? I mean, didn't you have fun?

TJ: Well, it's hard to have much fun when I saw Molly kiss Rafe.

Taylor: [Groans] That's so much better. My dogs are barking. Rub them, will you?

Felix: I refuse to approach your stank-ass feet. Now, answer my question, young lady! Where were you?!

Taylor: Uh, with TJ!

Felix: Okay, let me rephrase that -- where were you and TJ for hours and hours after curfew?

Taylor: Oh, you were serious about that?

Felix: As serious as I am about my alcohol. Why is there half a bottle missing?

Britt: Can you keep your squawking to a minimum? I'm sleeping for two.

Taylor: You know, it looks like I got to Port Charles just in time. You know, you are in dire need of loosening that tight --

Felix: I want my booze back!

Taylor: I didn't drink it!

Felix: Then who did? Sabrina can't hold a grudge, much less her alcohol.

Taylor: So, what -- I'm the only other person who lives here? What about her?

Britt: Hello? Pregnant?

Felix: By someone. Mama and Daddy trust me to keep you out of trouble, but there's only so much I can do. You stay out all night! You drink my vodka, and you do who knows what with boys!

Taylor: Oh, you know exactly what. And it's different from what you did, how?

Felix: The difference is, I can't end up like her. You can.

Taylor: [Chuckles]

Patrick: You want Ellie to do what?

Sabrina: A DNA test. Nothing invasive, of course -- just a cheek swab.

Patrick: Mm. And what do you plan on accomplishing with a non-invasive, simple cheek swab?

Sabrina: Well, it will provide the requisite data needed for a paternity test. Remember? We talked about this? It's the only way to know for sure whether that baby's yours.

Patrick: [Sighs] We're gonna have to get Britt to comply, and a cheek swab's not gonna do. We need a blood sample from Britt.

Sabrina: I know.

Patrick: Okay. And I don't think she's gonna do that.

Sabrina: Well, what if I told you that a blood sample already exists, and I can get my hands on it -- no fuss, no mess?

Ellie: Oh, my God. Damian, it's here.

Spinelli: Really? It is?

Ellie: Yeah. I can't believe Brad left it in such a predictable place.

Spinelli: Neither can I. I mean, my instincts gave me a fairly good indication, which is why I suggested it in the first place -- well, nevertheless, what's inside?

Ellie: What? One post-it note? No! This doesn't make any sense! There was a lot more in here before!

Spinelli: What does it say?

Ellie: "Pack your things and go!"

Spinelli: Is that sort of like a code or something? What does it mean?

Brad: I'll tell you what it means! In the words of the Donald... you're fired. Now, how did I know this would happen, hmm? How'd I know you scoobies would stick your homely, meddling mugs where they didn't belong?

Ellie: Uh, technically, I belong, but I-I assume you're being --

Brad: I'll tell you how. Because for breeders, you two are woefully, woefully predictable.

Spinelli: Though we may be predictable, I take issue with your characterization of us as breeders, 'cause Ellie does not, in fact, want children! And though I wouldn't mind 2.5 or more, it doesn't appear to be in the offing for us! But t-that's not the point. The point is... you cannot summarily fire Ellie.

Brad: Oh, can't I? [Chuckles] 'Cause, uh, last I checked... I'm the boss, not you!

Ellie: Um, and you obviously forgot to brush your teeth... again.

Brad: Keep going with those little personal attacks. 'Cause I'm still the one with all the power here, and I say who stays and who goes! And I say you go!

Spinelli: No one is going anywhere.

Brad: [Scoffs] Fine. Let's do this the hard way. I'm getting Security.

Spinelli: Over my inanimate corpse!

Patrick: How did you come into possession of Britt's blood sample?

Sabrina: I'm not...yet. Britt's little henchman Brad came over to the apartment the other day and took a blood sample himself.

Patrick: Yeah, he was leaving when I got there.

Sabrina: Yeah, well, she needed her electrolytes tested, and she just refused to let Felix or me do it.

Patrick: So you're saying the blood sample's still in the lab?

Sabrina: As far as I know, yeah! And all we need now is an independent party to run the test -- namely one Ellie Trout.

Patrick: [Sighs] Well, I guess it sounds like a decent plan, aside from the ethics part of it.

Sabrina: I had a feeling you'd say that.

Patrick: Yeah, I mean... look -- I wish there was a way to get this done, but I-I can't go test Britt's blood sample without her okay.

Sabrina: I know! I know. And I've been grappling with the same concern. The other night -- the night of our date, Felix put Britt on the spot about a paternity test. She turned him down flat. So that could mean that she loathes Felix, or... she has a reason to fear the results.

Britt: Oh, you're not dragging me into your slut-shaming.

Felix: Slut-shaming? Are you kidding? Who's more sex-positive than me?

Taylor: Then why the double standard?

Felix: Well, in your -- I just --

Taylor: Oh, what? What -- "It's different for me"? "Boys will be boys."

Felix: I just want you to be safe.

Taylor: Trust me. I didn't get pregnant last night.

Felix: You didn't behave yourself, either! Look, we talked about this, Tay! If you can't obey my rules, then I'm gonna --

Taylor: What -- you're gonna rat me out to Mama and Daddy? Go right ahead, okay? I'm sure they'd love to hear from me...about everything.

Felix: You know what? Forget it. Um, I don't got time for this nonsense. I got to go to work.

Britt: Oh. Nice job! I have never seen anyone handle Felix like that.

Taylor: Oh, I've had a lot of practice.

Britt: I got that impression. So, what's your secret? What do you have on him?

TJ: Molly kissing Rafe is no big deal. I mean, I was already broken up with her, anyway.

Shawn: Hey, you don't have to front for me, man. I know how much you care about Molly.

TJ: Cared. It's past tense.

Shawn: You don't anymore?

TJ: [Scoffs] Not after I saw her with Rafe.

Shawn: I mean, did you talk to Molly about it? Maybe you didn't see what you thought you saw.

TJ: Trust me. I did. One minute, she was dancing with Rafe. The next minute, she leans in for a kiss.

Shawn: You're saying Molly made the first move?

TJ: Yes! That big apology she made about "Oh, I'm so sorry. I want to get back together --" not one word of it was true. I'm sure she's just relieved I freed her up so she could be back with Rafe again.

Shawn: I'm sorry, man. I know that's got to hurt.

TJ: It's over, all right? There's nothing to do about it now.

Shawn: Well, that's not true. I mean, there is one thing you can do -- put Molly in your past and...move forward.

TJ: I already did. Taylor.

Molly: I feel so bad for you, Rafe -- living with him?

Rafe: It's probably better than a group home. Probably.

Silas: You know, Rafe is my nephew. I don't have to prove my concern for him to you. I had to prove it to the court. As for Danny...the truth and the early diagnosis -- it's gonna save his life.

Lucy: Oh, don't tell me I missed all the festivities! Hi, handsome. I am so sorry I'm late. I -- and he is early. Did someone not explain to him that he is infringing on our Rafe time? [Sighs]

Silas: Pretend I'm not here, okay? Say all the goodbyes you want. Just remember we got a plane to catch.

Tracy: What's your angle?

Luke: No angle. You were pretty rough on me yesterday, Missy -- calling me a spineless wimp. So what could I do but prove you wrong? I called the hospital, and I made an appointment. I'm going there today.

Tracy: Okay. So what was that about a date?

Luke: I was hoping you'd go with me.

Tracy: You want me to go with you to get your test results?

Luke: Well, I was thinking maybe you'd like to put your concerns to rest in person. When the doctor tells me I'm the picture of health, maybe you'll get off my back.

Tracy: Oh, I'm so sorry you find my concern burdensome.

Luke: No. Actually, your concerns are very appreciated, even if I don't always say it. [Sighs] So, are you too busy to go with?

Tracy: I am very busy. I have meetings with my lawyers. I have a strategy phone call with Ned. And Lord knows what disaster my boorish, behemoth nephew will unleash. But they can all wait. Shall we?

Luke: Thank you, Tracy.

Sabrina: Okay. So, a covert paternity test is a bit shady, but it'll give you the answers that you need.

Patrick: I just don't think that the best solution is to be as duplicitous with Britt as she has been with me!

[Knock on door]

Felix: Nurse Santiago, are you still, uh, consulting with Dr. Drake?

Sabrina: Is Epiphany looking for me?

Felix: No. Why should she be? You're technically on break at the moment, although you might want to be more discreet about your trysting place.

Patrick: That's my fault.

Sabrina: You look worried, Felix. Are you okay?

Felix: Uh, I'm just here seeking reassurance.

Sabrina: About what?

Felix: Please tell me Sabrina's convinced you to smoke Britt out once and for all.

Sabrina: Have I?

Brad: Get out of my way.

Spinelli: No! You have no grounds to fire Ellie.

Brad: I don't need grounds.

Spinelli: I doubt Monica Quartermaine will agree.

Brad: What does she have to do with this?

Spinelli: Oh, didn't you know? All firing requires the assent of the chief of staff.

Brad: Yeah. Says who?

Spinelli: Uh, says the G.H. Human Resources Guidebook. Chapter 8, section 2, paragraph 1, and I quote, "All firing decisions must meet the approval of the managerial committee, which shall include the acting chief of staff," namely Monica Quartermaine. So the question becomes, have you submitted a formal request to sever Ellie's employment, much less received written authorization? You know, perhaps, if you do have the pertinent paperwork, it's squirreled away with that hidden file on Dr. Westbourne -- which Ellie will certainly bring up when she contests her firing at the formal inquiry. So...

Brad: Formal inquiry?

Spinelli: ...Can you explain that hidden file on Dr. Westbourne? Because if you can't, whatever secrets you're hiding will certainly come to light, and it'll be you and Britt on the chopping block, and not Ellie.

Taylor: You know, I hope you're not trying to get between me and my brother.

Britt: No, of -- of course not. I'm just curious.

Taylor: Good. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm exhausted. A girl needs her beauty sleep. [Chuckling] And... to get rid of the evidence.

Britt: Ah. Well, just between us girls, you might want to grab a bottle of water, too. Should help with that hangover.

Taylor: Oh, I can use it to take my aspirin.

Britt: Actually, I'd advise against that. You'll only agitate your stomach lining. I have some Vitamin B pills in the medicine cabinet. Why don't you take one of those instead?

Taylor: Thanks for the tip.

Britt: So, you had a good time last night, huh?

Taylor: Better than some.

Rafe: I just want to say thank you.

Sam: Well, you are welcome. From both of us. Right?

Rafe: I'm gonna miss you guys. You'd better get going, though.

Sam: Yeah, I guess, um, it's about that time.

Danny: [Grunts]

Sam: You can, um, call me, text me, Skype. I can be on a plane whenever you want.

Rafe: Hey, Danny boy. Stay strong, all right? I know you can beat this thing. You're only 1 year old, but you're already the toughest guy I've ever met. Um, I guess this is goodbye.

Sam: It's a "see you later." Come here.

Rafe: Bye, Danny boy.

Sam: Okay. Well, come on, then.

Taylor: Mmm. Thanks.

Britt: I didn't get to go to my own prom. So what did you do?

Taylor: You didn't go to prom? Why not?

Britt: Uh, my mother thought that it was beneath me. So, what did you do? Did you dance? Did you --

Taylor: Uh, never got the chance. Prom was canceled.

Britt: Canceled?

Taylor: [Chuckles] It's all good. I know how to make my own fun.

Britt: So, what did you do instead?

Taylor: Oh, just rode around in the limo... had some drinks... did it with my date.

Shawn: You moved on already? [Chuckles] That was fast.

TJ: At least it's over with.

Shawn: Because of Taylor.

TJ: Well, she was there when I saw Molly and Rafe going at it. She was pretty cool about it.

Shawn: Well, I-I'm glad you had someone there for you, man.

TJ: [Sighs]

Shawn: What did she say?

TJ: You know, stuff. I just felt like a fool, being all worried about Molly dealing with Danny being sick when I guess she was cool with it, since she was busy macking on Rafe.

Shawn: Okay, you can't really know how Molly feels.

TJ: It doesn't matter, all right? But I showed her.

Shawn: How?

TJ: [Sighs] Never mind, Shawn.

Shawn: Look, TJ. I know it's got to be hard, man, not having your dad around or your mom to talk to.

TJ: Trust me. I do not want to talk to my mom about this.

Shawn: Look, you might not want to talk to me, either, but I want you to know that you can.

TJ: Shawn...you don't want to hear about this.

Shawn: Well, if it's bothering you, I do. Even if it isn't -- look, I want you to understand that you can always trust me to have your back.

TJ: I had sex with Taylor.

Silas: I know I said take all the time in the world to say your goodbyes. I just -- I didn't realize it was gonna be like this. Can we hit the road while there's still a little daylight?

Lucy: Okay. Rafe, um -- hey, why don't you take Molly outside and finish your chat, okay? I'd appreciate it, because I'd really like to have a word of my own with Dr. Clay.

Patrick: Let's do this guerilla paternity test.

Sabrina: Really?

Felix: Don't question the man. Matter of fact, let's hightail it down to the lab before Dr. Do-right here changes his mind.

Patrick: Hold on a second. Dr. Do-right has a few questions. Now, if Ellie is willing to work with us, that's great. But what do we do about her boss? How do we bypass Brad?

Felix: Don't worry. I'll deal with the horny hobgoblin.

Sabrina: Unh-unh. No. Absolutely not. There's no way I'm gonna let you debase yourself like you almost did last time.

Felix: No. Calm yourself. I mean, I'm not gonna give up the goods -- just show a glimpse. I just ask for one thing in return. When the time comes, I get to evict the Britch.

Ellie: That was incredible! How on earth did you commit the hospital's H.R. Guidebook to memory?!

Spinelli: I didn't, but... Brad doesn't need to know that. [Giggling]

Felix: Well, well, well. Looks like my favorite lab rat's here.

Spinelli: Right. Uh, he's all yours. Um, I'll see you later.

Felix: Um, Ms. Trout?! I need some tests run!

Ellie: Uh, of course, Felix! I will send you the results as soon as I have them!

Felix: Oh, not to me. I'm actually taking off, uh, and not a moment too soon, as I am all kinds of grimy. I'm headed to the locker room to ditch these strangulating clothes and take a nice, long, hot...sensuous shower. The things I do for those two lovebirds.

Ellie: Oh.

Brad: Um... time for my break.

Britt: So, you had sexual intercourse with your date.

Taylor: I just call it sex, but whatevs.

Britt: Did you use protection?

Taylor: What do you care?

Britt: I'm a doctor. I-I care about your health. And you should, too. Unprotected sex can expose you to disease, not to mention the risk of pregnancy.

Taylor: Yeah, I guess you'd know all about that, huh?

Britt: You're right. I would.

Taylor: Look -- don't worry, okay? We used condoms.

Britt: Good to hear. And I-I'm glad you had fun with TJ. Although, I have to admit I'm actually surprised. I thought that he was hung up on that little drip Molly.

Taylor: Oh, he was, okay? But now that I've shown TJ how to have a good time, he's over her. And he's never looking back.

Britt: If that's how you think you're gonna hold on to TJ, you got another thing coming.

Shawn: You're with Taylor. You see Molly with Rafe. You're pissed off. Taylor's available, so you say, "Hey, why not?"

TJ: It wasn't like that -- not exactly, okay? It wasn't even my idea! Taylor said we should! I mean, it probably wouldn't even have happened if we weren't drinking!

Shawn: Drinking? Okay, I've got something to say about that, but first, I want to find out what happened with Taylor.

TJ: Look, we didn't do anything stupid. We had protection.

Shawn: It's good to know you still have some shred of common sense.

TJ: [Sighs] Well, are you mad?

Shawn: No, I'm -- I'm concerned, okay? I can't say I'm surprised that it happened. I'm -- I just wish it would have been with someone you care about, you know -- especially for your first time. [Sighs]

Molly: I know we kind of already said our goodbyes last night, but...I couldn't let you leave without giving you something to take with you.

Rafe: What is this?

Molly: I wrote another book.

Rafe: Seriously?

Molly: Yeah. Well, don't get too excited. It's just a first draft.

Rafe: No, I bet it's awesome. And I can't believe your mom isn't telling anyone who will listen.

Molly: Uh, actually... she hasn't seen it yet. No one has. You'll be the first.

Rafe: Huh. "Maine Squeeze," by Molly Lansing Davis.

Molly: It's, uh -- it's a play on words. I don't know. Maybe it's dumb.

Rafe: No, I like the title. And I can't wait to read it. Actually, I'll start on the plane. Anything so I don't have to talk to Silas.

Molly: Good idea. Oh, my God. I almost forgot. Look inside.

Rafe: "To Rafe... who taught me to depend on the kindness of friends."

Molly: I hope that's not too much. I wouldn't want to --

Rafe: No, it's perfect.

Lucy: I'm not really often very wrong about people.

Silas: No kidding.

Lucy: Nope. But I-I will admit I was wrong about your brother.

Silas: Really?

Lucy: Yeah. He was a sick individual. That's for sure. But his illness was rooted in grief. He was so devastated by the death of his wife, he didn't know what to do with himself except take refuge in madness. So, all those horrific... horrible... monstrous things he did -- they were bad, but he did them as a human being, not as a vampire.

Silas: Well, on that, we can agree.

Lucy: You are the vampire! What do you think you're doing?! You're taking a boy -- he's just a child -- away from the only family he has! You're ripping him out of a home! He never had a home before! A human being, a person, wouldn't do that -- only a creature without a soul!

Silas: Are you finished?

Lucy: Mm-hmm.

Silas: Good.

Lucy: [Sighs]

Silas: Rafe! You ready? It's time to go.

Sam: Hey.

Alexis: Hi.

Sam: What are you doing here?

Spinelli: Well, I may have accidentally-on-purpose hacked into the hospital mainframe to...to track Danny's treatment. I understand he's set to begin receiving chemotherapy today.

Sam: Yeah, he is.

Spinelli: You must marshal all of your considerable strength, young Daniel, and know how much we love you.

Sam: [Chuckles] He knows, right?

Spinelli: Look, if there's anything I can do, I'd be happy to assist, whether it's sustenance or anything, though. Just a hand to hold.

Sam: Thank you. We appreciate that.

Alexis: Why don't you go with Sam? I need to find Monica. I told her I'd keep her in the loop.

Spinelli: Okay.

Sam: Yeah.

Luke: You're welcome, by the way.

Tracy: For what?

Luke: For my kind and generous offer to join me.

Tracy: Oh, yes. Where are my manners? You're absolutely right. Thank you so much for this romantic interlude. The smell of disinfectant really gets my juices flowing. Now, where on earth is your doctor?!

Luke: Wait a minute. I don't want my whole life discussed in front of everybody. Just keep it down.

Lucy: You're a cool kid. You are amazing and soulful and sweet and smart.

Rafe: Okay, this is really nice, but I can't breathe.

[Laughter]

Lucy: [Sighs]

Rafe: [Sighs] See you.

TJ: What are you talking about? Whoever said it was my first time? [Scoffs]

Shawn: Was it?

TJ: Yeah, okay. It was my first time, but it was great. I mean, you met Taylor. She's fine.

Shawn: Okay, look. She's a pretty girl, no question, but there are other things to consider when you sleep with someone.

TJ: Like what? My feelings?

Shawn: A person only has one first time, all right? The point is to make it count. To share it with someone you care about, someone you -- you love and respect.

TJ: I respect Taylor.

Shawn: Do you love her?

TJ: Of course, I don't love her. Look, Shawn, I get what you're saying, but it's done, it's happened, there's nothing I can do about it. Up until last night, I thought this would happen with Molly. That's what I wanted, but she didn't want me. You're the one that said I should move on, right, so that's what I'm doing. Molly's got Rafe, and now I got Taylor.

Taylor: What do you know about me and TJ?

Britt: More than I'd like to. The father of this baby wasn't exactly available, and I decided I had to have him. He was still grieving his late wife and was not ready for a relationship, but that didn't stop me from making a play for him. I thought that I could make him love me, that he'd want me for the way that I looked, and it worked...for a minute.

Taylor: See? You got what you wanted.

Britt: He found me attractive, sure, but that wasn't enough. Because he wanted another little drip. In the end, Felix is right. Patrick is with Sabrina, and I am out in the cold with a baby coming.

Sabrina: Hey, Ellie?

Ellie: Hi.

Sabrina: Hi. Could we trouble you for a moment?

Ellie: Of course. How can I help you?

Patrick: I'd like to do a paternity test on -- on Britt's baby.

Ellie: Okay.

Sabrina: It should be fairly painless. All you would need from Patrick is just a cheek swab, right?

Ellie: Right, that and a blood sample from Dr. Westbourne.

Sabrina: Well, you already have one. Brad took one just the other day.

Ellie: Oh, okay. Well, then, you're all set. One more thing. Do you guys have Dr. Westbourne's consent form? I see.

Patrick: [Clears throat]

Sabrina: Look, we have reason to believe that the baby Britt's carrying isn't Patrick's.

Patrick: Look, Ellie. Normally, I would go through the proper channels, but we believe that Brad is helping Britt cover it up.

Ellie: Yeah. That sounds like Brad.

Sabrina: Look, I understand that we're putting you in a very delicate position here, and we wouldn't want to do anything to make you vulnerable to any --

Ellie: Oh, please. Vulnerable, schmulnerable. Any adversary of Brad is a friend of mine. [Chuckles] Dr. Drake... open wide.

Taylor: Hold up. I -- I'm not trying to land a husband, okay? All I want from TJ is a good time. So, I'm sorry, but our situations are completely different.

Britt: I hope so, for your sake. Look, I don't want anyone to make the same kind of mistakes that I've made and the kind my mother made. The kind that get bigger and bigger, and before you know it, there's no way to fix them. And there you are, stuck with them for the rest of your life.

Shawn: We need to get you home. You're probably starving.

TJ: Actually, I can't even think about food right now. I'm good.

Shawn: That's 'cause you're hung over. It's a natural consequence to underage drinking.

TJ: We weren't --

Shawn: You were drinking. I don't want to hear it.

TJ: [Sighs]

Shawn: You're a minor. That's why it's illegal to sell alcohol to kids your age, because you can't handle it physically or psychologically, as you so brilliantly illustrated by sleeping with a girl you barely know.

TJ: I get it, Shawn. I messed up.

Shawn: Well, actually, TJ, it's the second time. You know, the first was when you threw that way-out-of-control party at Molly's.

TJ: That was different!

Shawn: You were drinking then, and you were drinking last night. There will not be a third time. You're grounded. You got a curfew. If you drink again, the consequences go up. Are we clear?

TJ: We're clear.

Shawn: Good. Let's get you home and get you cleaned up, so you can start being grounded.

TJ: Can I ask you something? Uh... you're not gonna tell Alexis about any of this, are you?

Shawn: Sonny's the reason you're not turning me over to the cops?

Alexis: Attorney-client privilege. If I turn you in, it leads the police to him, which would not be in his best interests, obviously.

Shawn: And part of you wants to.

Alexis: Yes.

Shawn: Because I'm a killer.

Alexis: Yes.

Shawn: That's something you don't have to worry about.

Alexis: I'm determined to get Sam and Danny through this. I don't know how I'm going to do that, but I will come up with something.

Tracy: Well, Danny is a Quartermaine, so if there's anything he needs.

Luke: Same for me, Natasha. Whatever you need.

Alexis: Thank you. I'll let you know if there's anything I can think of. In the meantime, what brings you two to the hospital?

Luke: Well, uh, this is kind of a follow-up with Lulu's --

Tracy: Luke's here for me. Uh, actually, I'm getting some test results today, and I asked him if he would accompany me.

Luke: Yeah. You know me. Calming influence, always.

Brad: Is it safe?

Britt: [Laughing] Come in. Felix and Sabrina are at work.

Brad: [Laughs] Man! It is a beautiful day, isn't it?

Britt: I wouldn't know. I can't leave the house, remember?

Brad: [Sighs]

Britt: What's got you in such a chippy mood?

Brad: Oh, uh, I just happened to see a pretty good show -- actually, more than good. It was, uh...memorable.

Britt: How nice for you.

Brad: Anyway, I thought that you might want this. Now, that is all the medical information I was keeping for you. It's safer with you than with me. Hey, mind if I use your bathroom?

Sabrina: How did it go?

Felix: The horror! The horror! I mean, I can still feel Brad's eyes on me. [Breathing heavily]

Sabrina: I am so sorry, Felix. Look, how about I do the dishes for a month?

Felix: You don't have -- you know what, make it two.

Ellie: All right. You're all set. I will handle this test personally. I promise not to let Brad anywhere near it. I think you might be right about his alliance with Dr. Westbourne. Brad was keeping a file on her in here, and I didn't see what was inside of it, but Brad definitely didn't want me to know what the contents were.

Sabrina: Do you think it has something to do with the baby's paternity?

Patrick: Doesn't matter. Once we know the results of the test, we'll know if I'm the father of the baby. Doesn't matter what's in the file.

Molly: I just don't understand. Rafe doesn't mean anything to Silas. Why did he take him away?

Lucy: [Chuckles] I got nothing. I don't know what to tell you, kid. I guess it's just sometimes the good guys just don't win.

[Both sigh]

[Knock on door]

Molly: I should get that.

Silas: Looking for a doctor?

Molly: Rafe, what are you doing here? Did you escape?

Rafe: I didn't have to. Clay just dropped me off. He changed his mind.

Sam: Don't you have a plane to catch?

Silas: Not anymore.

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