'Connor' is the true character of Nikolas Cassadine however, he has amnesia and believes that he is Connor Bishop.
'Connor' is the true character of Nikolas Cassadine however, he has amnesia and believes that he is Connor Bishop.
Jason: Hey. No, no, no, it's okay. It's okay. I'm trying not to startle you.
Emily: Oh, I'm sorry for showing up here in the middle of the night. I should have left you a message on your cell phone or --
Jason: No, no, don't worry about it, okay? Just -- just tell me what you need.
Emily: Help me believe that Nikolas is dead.
Mary: Good morning, Connor.
Mary: Well, I couldn't help it. You were staring at me when I woke up.
'Connor': You were drooling.
Mary: I -- I was not. You --
'Connor': See? See? I can make a joke. I was staring at you because you're beautiful, thank you. I was trying to imagine what you looked like asleep when you were 15, 20, or whenever it was when we spent our first night together.
Mary: I was 15 the first time I slept in your arms, 16 the first time that we made love. I was a virgin. You weren't.
'Connor': How was I?
Mary: You were perfect. My one and only love. Enough of that.
'Connor': What do you mean? What's the matter?
Mary: Nothing, I just -- I don't want you to feel pressured by me constantly reminding you of a past you can't remember. We -- I -- I need to move on and concentrate on the memories that we're starting now.
'Connor': Well, that's what I want, too. But how can we do that if you keep running?
The Quartermaines discover what Tracy did to Georgie via Dillon.
Alan: Well, I'm glad to hear it. Now you can hire a private security company to go search for Nikolas.
Tracy: I don't think we're going to be using our limited resources to fund a trek through the woods to look for a boy that's already dead and not even a family member.
Alan: That is disgusting!
Monica: Yes, it is disgusting. I'm not going to leave Emily hanging like this. She needs closure.
Tracy: Closure?
Monica: Yes!
Tracy: The boy is dead! How much more closure is there than that?
Monica: Excuse me, but I think you are completely out of line here.
Tracy: Why do you think it's our responsibility?
Monica: Because it is. Because Emily is my daughter, and I'm not going to leave her, as I said, hanging like this!
Sonny: What's up?
Emily: Hey, Sonny.
Sonny: Hi. I'm sorry for your loss.
Emily: Yeah, it's strange. I don't really know how to respond to that. I won't be long.
Jason: Okay, take your time. It's okay.
Sonny: Is she all right?
Jason: No, it's going to take a while. She hasn't accepted that Nikolas is gone. Now I'm just trying to help her.
Sonny and Jason discuss the limo bomber.
'Connor': You are impossible. Why wouldn't you let me do that?
Mary: You need your rest.
'Connor': I don't think carrying one armload of wood is going to exhaust me.
Mary: Oh, I'm sorry. You're right. I'm hovering again. This is me backing off. You make the fire, I'll have breakfast ready in a minute.
'Connor': No, no, no, no. Go ahead. Go ahead. Say it straight out. I can take it. I was an obnoxious male chauvinist pig who made you wait on me hand and foot, right?
Mary: Well, you weren't a pig. I'm sorry if I'm driving you crazy. I -- I just don't know how to be with you yet. I'm sort of making it up as I go along.
'Connor': Yeah, well, we have that in common. We're both unsure, maybe even scared to death, if either of us could admit it. Okay. Okay, so let's make a deal. Whenever it gets too confusing and I go into an overload, I'll tell you, and we'll work through it, okay? Only if you do the same for me.
Mary: Deal.
'Connor': Good. All right.
Emily: That's the crash site. There's still a little broken glass by the road. Everything's the same. I --
Jason: What?
Emily: Those flowers are blooming.
Jason: Be careful.
Emily: Right. They weren't before. They were just leaves and stalks. All right, this is crazy. Since Nikolas disappeared, flowers have had time to bloom.
Jason: Okay, just tell -- Emily, tell me what you know about the accident, okay?
Emily: Okay. Nikolas' car was the only one involved. By the time help arrived, Nikolas had already wandered off. They found his jacket by the river, and everyone just assumes that he fell in. But what if he didn't? What if he found shelter in a barn or a house and he's just too weak to call for help?
Jason: All right, take me to the river.
Ned: We have to support Emily, even if that means continue to pay for a private search.
Edward: I can understand Emily not wanting to give up, but we have to be practical.
Alan: Wait a minute. You were the one who pledged your support to Emily.
Monica: Yeah!
Edward: It's not supporting to encourage her to delude herself.
Dillon: Listening to their endless bickering, their complete and total disregard for anything but their own agendas, he was struck with a vision of his future -- he could so easily become just like one of them.
Edward: Excuse me. Why are you muttering out there in the foyer? Either come in or move on!
Dillon: Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to interrupt your latest battle. I just wanted to say goodbye.
Edward: "Goodbye"?
Dillon: I'm moving out.
Jason: Okay, now, you said that police and rescue searchers, they searched the riverbank for, what, 10 miles?
Emily: Yes.
Jason: And the only sign of Nikolas was the jacket that he was wearing, was right by the water?
Emily: What do you think?
Jason: Then there's two possible scenarios. You know, either Nikolas did -- did fall in, or he wants people to think he did.
Emily: What?
Jason: I mean, if somebody wanted to disappear, okay, this would be a perfect way to do it. You stage an accident on some remote section of road, and you leave an easily identifiable piece of clothing near an obvious hazard, like the river. And the cops would come, they can't find the body. They would just assume that it, you know, washed away, and they would just write it off as unrecoverable.
Emily: But why would Nikolas do something like that?
Jason: I don't know. I mean, could he have thought that if he disappeared he'd be protecting you somehow?
Emily: No, absolutely not. No. Nikolas loves me. I mean, he knows the hell that I went through when I thought he was lost in the fire. He would never want to put me through that again. I mean, besides, he watched his mother and his uncle fake their deaths. He was devastated by their lies. He would never do the same thing to me, Jason.
Emily: That must mean he's dead. (Tearing noise)
Emily: You said that there were two scenarios, that either Nikolas disappeared on purpose or the river got to him. I know he didn't leave, because he would have taken me with him. So it's true. Nikolas is gone.
Jason: Emily, I'm sorry.
Emily: No. I knew you could help me face it. And I wanted you to. And I'm so grateful, Jason. I really am. It's not good to live in denial. It's better just to face the truth head-on. It's what Nikolas would want. He would want me to go on with my life. But I don't know how, Jason. Nikolas was my reason for everything. He was the love of my life. And how am I supposed to live without him?
'Connor': At least I didn't forget how to start a fire.
Mary: And such a manly one. Mine tend to be smaller.
'Connor': Anything else I can do for you?
Mary: Not at the moment.
'Connor': Well, you better think of something, start making a list, because if I get used -- used to you waiting on me, I just might start taking you for granted.
Mary: Like the Colonel?
'Connor': Who?
Mary: Hmm -- this officer at our last posting. He -- ugh. You're lucky you don't remember him. He was awful. And poor Mrs. Colonel. He would expect her to have his dinner ready and waiting for him the minute he walked in the door. I wouldn't be surprised if he demanded that she rub his feet every night.
'Connor': What's wrong with a nice foot rub?
Mary: Oh -- I hate feet.
'Connor': Come on. You hate feet? What kind of thing is that to say?
Mary: I -- I'm serious. They gross me out.
'Connor': Well, you better get over that phobia real quick.
Mary: What do you mean?
'Connor': Our feet are about to say hello to each other right now.
Mary: No, no -- no! No! No! No! Oh, no!
'Connor': Come on, come on.
Mary: No --
Mary squeals.
'Connor': I see this is going to require a more subtle approach. I'll tell you what. We'll go for a nice long walk, okay? We'll get those -- those "ew, gross" feet nice and tired out, and then we'll come back here and I will give you a foot massage that will make your hair stand on end. How's that?
Mary: Sounds like something I can live with.