Guiding Light Transcript Monday 7/8/02

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Ross: Damn it. If Gus and Harley are trying to talk to me, I can't hear a word they're saying.

Gus: Ross, I know that you can't answer me, but I hope you're hearing this, pal. It's going down.

Harley: Tory just showed up. All right, this pizza person has got to be Tory.

Gus: Unless, of course, Blake is in the mood for a pepperoni pizza.

Harley: We cannot let her get near Blake. I don't care about that bulletproof vest.

Blake: Guys, where are you? (Doorbell rings) Hello?

Harley: Blake, don't answer the door. Let us handle it.

Blake: Tory is out there! (Doorbell ringing) Hello? And the doorbell keeps ringing. Well, I wouldn't want to be rude.

Cassie: Hi, Dr. Bauer.

Ed: Cassie, hey. Are those your kids?

Cassie: Yes. Yeah, they are. They love the beach. When we were on San Cristobel, they begged us to take them to the beach every day. (Laughs) How's Rick?

Ed: His spirits are good; his physical condition is not. How's Richard?

Cassie: Improving. I mean, I think so, you know. His color is better. He's breathing more easily.

Ed: Well, that's good.

Cassie: I mean, I would have never left him if I didn't think that he was stronger, you know? I would never have just come to the beach for the day with the kids, but, you know, they really needed to get away from...

Ed: From everything.

Cassie: Right.

Ed: While you did, too, you know. Sitting by somebody's bedside, you can't do that 24 hours a day.

Cassie: Yeah, well, I don't want to miss one second with Richard.

Ed: People don't realize, though, that in a medical crisis, it's just as hard on the caregiver as it is on the patient.

Cassie: You know, I think I should call and check at the hospital.

Ed: Something else you could do would be just hang out here and watch the sun on the water and look at your kids running around the beach. If you leave Richard alone for a little while, you're not abandoning him. I mean, you can't feel guilty.

Cassie: I don't feel guilty. Maybe I do, a little. It's just that I know that when I’m there, that he knows that I’m there, and when I talk to him, I know that he hears every word.

Ed: Well, that's probably very true, but you know, there's another way of going about this, which is time alone. I mean, solitude, just the gentle drift of hours, can be as healing as any loving visit.

Cassie: What if he gets lonely?

Ed: I think that's more in your head than his. Richard is unconscious, and he's unconscious because his body needs time to rest. Sometimes you just have to let nature run its course.

Cassie: I feel like you've made a house call.

Ed: Too preachy?

Cassie: No, you're just a doctor who understands when someone feels completely helpless.

Ed: If I understand anything about what you're feeling right now, it's not because I'm a doctor. It's because I’ve been where you are now, more than once.

(Monitors beeping)

Reva: Richard? Richard. Can you hear me? Richard? Come on, come on, come on. Open your eyes again. Open your eyes again. Come back to us. Please. Oh, man. ( Laughs) Oh, God, I knew you could hear me. I knew you understood what I was saying to you. Oh, God, thank you, thank you, thank you. I've got to call the doctor. I've got to find Cassie. Cassie's been waiting here for you. I mean, every minute she's been by your side just waiting, ever since the accident. Do you remember any of that? Oh, it doesn't really matter. I'm just... I'm going to get the doctor. I'm going to call Cassie.

Richard: No.

Gus: Ready to do this?

Blake: Just in time, Tory.

Gus: Freeze, police!

Harley: Game's over, Tory.

Pizza person: Who's Tory?

Harley: It's not Tory.

Ross: If it wasn't Tory at the carriage house, she's still out there somewhere. I can't leave Blake alone any longer.

Tory: So glad I caught you during school hours.

Ross: Tory.

Tory: Your back seems a lot better.

Ross: What are you doing here?

Tory: Why do you ask? Oh, were you expecting me to show up at your house? Say, delivering a pizza? It was a brilliant plan, Ross, using Blake as bait. Really. Except for one little thing: I'm way too smart for that. You always did compliment me on my intelligence.

Ross: As well I should. You have an exceptional mind.

Tory: And a real talent for this sort of thing. You know, I did outwit the cops about Stewart. I don't think that you're going to be any more of a problem.

Ross: Are you saying that you did kill your husband?

Tory: You know, I think I’ll take the fifth on that one, if you don't mind. I don't think it'd really do much for my reputation as a brain if I blabbed something about cut brake lines and spiked drinks. But enough about me; let's talk about you and this brilliant little plan of yours that's failed so miserably. So do you have a backup plan, Ross?

Ross: I never had a plan. I didn't need one. Please put the gun away.

Tory: No, I don't think I will. But that's okay, Ross, you don't have to have a plan. I can take over from here. Starting with this: You're going to take that ear piece out of your ear. Now throw it on the floor. There. Now we're alone. And that's exactly the way that I planned it.

Harley: Nobody ordered a pizza from this house. Who sent you?

Pizza person: How do I know? I don't take the phone orders. They gave me the pie and an address, that's it.

Gus: Whoa, Coop, look at this.

Harley: What is it?

Gus: It's live and kicking. Someone likes olives.

Blake: Oh, my God. Oh, my God, she set us up. She set us up.

Harley: Blake, Blake. Ross, Tory’s on to us. Be very, very careful.

Blake: Did you get that? This is what she wanted!

Gus: Take it easy.

Blake: She's not after me!

Gus: Slow down!

Blake: I am not her target! She's after Ross. Ross is the one she wants. Ross is the one she's going to kill!

Ed: I'm not trying to pass myself off as any kind of expert in grieving. Whenever anyone is seriously ill or dying, I think we're all beginners. Even the so-called professionals who think they know all about it, have been there before, they think they know what's coming up. I personally think that every death is... It's, like, for the first time ever.

Cassie: How do you move on? You know, how do you keep going?

Ed: (Clears throat) Well, I think at first you don't feel anything. I mean, not a thing. You get up in the morning, you put on your clothes, you brush your teeth, you do all the small, normal things that you always do, except it's like someone else is doing them.

Cassie: That's how I felt when we lost our baby in San Cristobel.

Ed: I didn't know that. But see, you went on. You do go on. And sooner or later, you start to feel stuff. And you hate it. I mean, you wish you didn't, because what you're feeling is pain and loss. I'm sorry about your baby. I feel kind of stupid now. It gets better. I mean, at some point, memory gives you some kind of comfort. Not just torment. I think that's what the real immortality is, you know? It's memory. It's how we keep the people that we love who have died, we keep them with us. I mean, in some way, that's how they... Stay in touch. I mean, I've had this... I've felt this presence. I've felt this overwhelming sense that the person who has died is in the room with me.

Cassie: Yeah.

Ed: And what about dreams, you know? I mean, we've all had dreams about people that we've lost. I mean, it's like, Maureen, my wife, she's almost like a nightly visitor.

Cassie: Aren't you sad when you wake up?

Ed: Of course. But then, you know, I just feel... How amazing. I mean, this woman who has been gone for so long, and it's like I have just had a brand new experience with her.

Cassie: I never thought of it like that.

Ed: It's these little moments of communication; that's what helps us deal with grieving. That's what fills up the hole that the person you have lost has left in you, bit by bit. I don't know, you just... You do smile again.

Cassie: They say that people can get through anything.

Ed: Well, that's because when life grabs hold of you, I mean, you can't resist. Look who's here.

Tammy: R.J. Wants you to help him build a sand castle.

Cassie: Looks like life just grabbed a hold of me again.

Reva: Richard, why don't you want me to tell Cassie you're back? I mean, this is what she's been waiting for, what she's been praying for, that you'd get better. How can you not want her to hear it and see it for herself? Richard? Richard? Richard!

Lillian: What is happening?

Reva: Lillian! Oh, he woke up. He talked to me.

Lillian: Richard? He's gone back under. I'll call a doctor.

Reva: I think the effort was too much for him.

Lillian: What did he say?

Reva: Well, he said he didn't want me to tell Cassie that he was back.

Lillian: Well, he's not really back, Reva.

Reva: Oh, come on, Lillian. I mean, he opened his eyes and he spoke to me.

Lillian: Well, listen, patients with severe neurological damage, they can sometimes regain consciousness and they can become lucid for a moment.

Reva: So it's not a sign of progress?

Lillian: Not necessarily. They often go back into becoming comatose again. The truth is, with brain damage patients, we don't know how they'll progress, whether they will or they won't progress.

Reva: So we just wait and see?

Lillian: I'm afraid so.

Reva: Well, he could wake up again, right? I mean, that's possible.

Lillian: I hope for his sake he doesn't.

Reva: Why?

Lillian: Because a patient in his condition-- and I have seen his brain scan-- is in excruciating pain when they're conscious. And I know... I know you don't want that for him, and nor does anybody else want that for the poor lamb.

Reva: So basically, what you're saying is that he's awake and he's in horrible pain, or he stays like this. And there's no other alternative?

Lillian: No, there's always a miracle. Miracles do happen. But I hate to tell you, I think the odds are really against it. I am so sorry to tell you that. I'm going to get the doctor to come in and explain this to you, okay? I'm sorry.

Reva: Richard! Come on, Richard! Come on, wake up! You wanted to tell me something. Come on. I know you can hear me, so wake up and talk to me. Richard. Look, I know it's going to be hard. I know coming back is going to hurt and there is going to be pain, but you can fight it. You can fight it the way you've fought everything else that's stood in your way. I know that you wanted to say something to me, and I know what it was, was important. Otherwise you wouldn't have woken up at all. So come on! Come on. Come on. Open your eyes. Come back, come back. Come back and talk to me. That's good. Oh, good. Okay, now tell me. Come on, come on. Tell me. Tell me what you wanted to say.

Richard: Help... Help me. Help me die. Help me die.

Tory: There. You know, this room holds so many memories for me. Like my first day of school. I was sitting right here. You were behind that podium. Of course, your mouth wasn't taped shut then. And you were incredible, Ross. So intelligent, so sincere. You made the sheer drama of the law just spring to life. Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, I would like to present my case for the prosecution-- because that's definitely what I am-- and I intend to prove beyond a shadow of a doubt that the defendant is nothing more than a lying, weak-willed, pathetic excuse for a man who is guilty of the most craven acts of deceit, moreover that he deserves no mercy. In fact, he shouldn't even be allowed to live. How is that for an opening argument? But let's get to the meat of the case: The accused and the student that he victimized met nine months ago in this very room. The student was a young, naive, trusting young woman in love with the very ideas of mastering the law. And this predatory professor used that to his advantage, turning her loftiest dreams and goals into mere foreplay for his sexual conquest. Oh, not that he wasn't a brilliant teacher, ladies and gentlemen. He was-- in fact, so inspiring that the student jumped at the chance to become his assistant and learn even more at the hands of this master. At one point, it seemed that her life couldn't get any better. And she in turn enriched his. She brought a new passion into his life. She made him a better man, because she loved him. But you know what? I think that we need to stick with the facts of this case, because there's no reason to get emotional. At one point, I was prepared to leave town and you followed me to the airport and begged me to stay. Correct? And then you made love to me, in this very room. You know, nothing like that had ever happened to me before. I can still feel your hands on my body. Your lips. Your breath. But you made me feel so ashamed of what had happened. You used me, Ross. And then when you were done with me, you tried to just throw me away. And you will never have any idea how much pain you caused me. But that is why there is justice. And punishment. You should be proud of me, Ross. I've graduated from mousy little law student to awe-struck clerk and now to judge. And executioner. But don't you worry, Ross. I know the law. You're going to have your chance to have your say. But it better be good, because if it's not, I’ll sentence you to death right now. Go ahead, sweetheart. Give it a shot.

Ross: My case is as simple as my love for you, but if that's not good enough, then so be it. I'm guilty; do whatever you want with me, because my life is not worth living if I can't have you. But for heaven's sakes, leave Blake out of this. She's so irrelevant. She has nothing to do with us, does she?

Tory: Okay. (Laughs) Let me see if I get this straight: If I leave your companion alone, you will abide by whatever sentence this court metes out.

Ross: I will abide to anything. I am pleading on behalf of my children. They need at least one parent.

Tory: Good argument, Ross. But really not your best, I have to say. I think that we're ready for our verdict, and I do hereby find you guilty, Ross Marler, of abusing a young woman's love and destroying her trust. And I sentence you to death. But not just yet. (Laughs) Because I have a very special death in mind. Get up. After you, Counselor.

Cassie: Okay, okay, okay, okay. We're going to build a sand castle.

Ed: A man who wants to build something; takes after his mother.

Cassie: Where do you want to build it?

R.J.: Right over there.

Cassie: Right over there. Okay. Will you keep an eye on Will for me?

Tammy: Sure.

Ed: Do you know how to skip stones? I could show you. Not a happy time, is it?

Tammy: No. I want to help my dad, but...

Ed: Well, so you should help him. You should talk to him. Tell him you love him.

Tammy: He can't hear anyone. He's unconscious.

Ed: You know, I had a patient once who was in a coma for six months. I'm serious. Six months. And this man not only woke up, but when he did wake up, he said that he remembered every word that every visitor ever said to him-- even the ones he didn't like. He said it was those words people said that helped keep him alive.

Tammy: Mom wants us to think dad's going to get better. She already does. She has to.

Ed: Why?

Tammy: Because she loves him and can't imagine not being with him.

Ed: You don't think he's going to get better.

Tammy: No. Do you?

Ed: I'm not his doctor.

Tammy: But you've seen him.

Ed: I've seen him.

Tammy: Then tell me the truth. Richard's going to die, isn't he?

Reva: Help you die? No. You don't need that. Come on, Richard. Tell me what you mean.

Richard: Help me die.

Reva: Oh, my God.

Richard: Please.

Reva: No. No, no. No, no, no, no.

Richard: You have to.

Reva: No. No, I can’t. I can’t... I can't do that. I mean, I couldn't. I mean, even if I... If I could, I wouldn't know how to do it. So, no. I'm going to get Cassie, okay, because this is... This is her decision to make.

Richard: No. You.

Reva: No! Cassie is your wife. She loves you.

Richard: That's why. For Cassie. I love her too much.

Reva: Don't. Please don't do this. (Monitor alarm goes off) Richard! Richard! Help! Somebody help!

Nurse: Stand back. Dr. Pierce to ICU, stat.

Harley: Excuse me. We're looking for Professor Marler. Do you know him?

Student: Oh, yes, I take his class. He was here less than an hour ago.

Gus: Well, do you know where we might find him now?

Student: No, sorry.

Blake: Well, Tory was obviously here.

Harley: Oh, yeah, it's Tory’s work all right. A little bit dangerous, a little bit psychotic.

Gus: Look at this.

Blake: What is it?

Gus: A page of somebody's address book.

Blake: Let me see, let me see. That's Ross' writing. "Bauer cabin." Well, that's where she took him. She had to have taken him there.

Gus: Just take it easy. Slow your roll, Blake.

Blake: Why? Why? Why would one page from his address book be out here with "Bauer cabin" in the entry? It's a signal, I’m telling you. And it makes sense because this is where she took him the other night. This is where they met. And it's secluded, it's quiet.

Gus: Uh-huh. Well, we just have to just take it easy, all right? We have to be careful. It could be a trap of some sort. We'll handle it. And we're going to drop you at the station.

Blake: I'm coming with you.

Harley: No, no, no, no. You don't get a vote, Blake. This is a police matter now, okay? Let's go. Come on.

Gus: After you.

Tory: Hello, honey, we're home. I knew it: No Blake, no police van outside. I am so on top of things.

Ross: Tory, please stop this.

Tory: I bet that Blake and her little police patrol found that page I ripped out of your address book and they're racing up to the Bauer cabin even as we speak.

Ross: I hope so.

Tory: Really?

Ross: Yes, so we can be alone. That's how it was meant to be.

Tory: That's how it was meant to be. (Laughs bitterly) That's how it was meant to be: You and me, tucked away in our cozy little love nest. Home, sweet home. Too bad this is the last you're ever going to see of it.

Ross: A condemned man usually, by custom, has a final say.

Tory: All right, fine. Have it.

Ross: I admit it. I did abuse your trust, because I was selfish, short-sighted. But that doesn't mean I didn't love you. I did then. I do now. What I first saw in you, I still see. Your beauty and intelligence, your sense of purpose. You came into my life with such youthful exuberance and this marvelous talent.

Tory: And nothing has ever been the same since.

Ross: You may not believe me, but I cherish you, Tory. I always will, and that will never change. But if you're determined to go on with this sentence, at least I can take comfort in knowing your face will be the last one I see in this life. I love you with all my heart.

Tory: Oh, Ross. That was beautiful. And such a lie! You always were such a good liar. You know, I think that's what made you a terrific lawyer. It's really too bad you're going to have to die.

Ross: Miss Granger, like no man ever has, I love you.

Tory: Men. They're all the same. They all betray you in the end. Yes, first Stewart, now you. You'd think I'd get used to it, you really think I would, but I just can't. I did love you, Ross, and I trusted you with my soul. And you hurt me. And now you have to pay. Your time is up.

Ed: Reva? What's going on?

Reva: He's in so much pain. Oh, God. And now you have to pay. Your time is up.

Ed: Reva? What's going on?

Reva: He's in so much pain. Oh, God.

Ed: I was going over the database for donor hearts. I just thought I’d go in and see how he was doing?

Reva: He... He had another one of those spasms, and the nurse said they were putting him on the ventilator, and Dr. Pierce is in there with him.

Ed: Well, he's a good man. You all right?

Reva: No. I tried so hard to get Cassie to face the reality of Richard’s condition and then he talked to me.

Ed: Richard?

Reva: Yeah, yeah. Only for a few minutes, but I had to throw out the whole idea that it was hopeless, and then this.

Ed: We don't know what "this" is yet? I mean, there still may be cause for hope. Dr. Pierce.

Dr. Pierce: Dr. Bauer. How are you?

Ed: Talk to me about Richard Winslow. (Murmuring amongst themselves) It's more than a spasm this time.

Reva: So it's worse? How much? How much worse?

Ed: He suffered a massive stroke.

Reva: So we're back to being hopeless.

Ed: His chances of survival are slim to none. Of course, they can keep him on life support indefinitely.

Reva: Can he survive without that ventilator?

Ed: He'd die within minutes. Is there anything I can do?

Reva: Yeah, actually. You can go see Rick and give him my love.

Richard: Help me die.

Cassie: Wow, look at that castle. What's that? Can I see? It's the prince. ( Sighs)

Roberts: Good afternoon.

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