
May 3, 2005 Screencaps
Tracy: Helena, no! Helena -- Helena, no one has to know this happened. No -- I won't tell! I promise I won't tell! I'll help you -- I'll help you dump the body. There's this great place outside of town. Alan used it once. They still haven't found the guy!
Helena: It's too late, Tracy. Oh, and the great saga of Luke Spencer ends not with a bang, but a whimper.
Luke: Get down, Tracy! Get -- hit the floor!
Tracy: I --
Tracy whimpers.
Luke: Give me that before you get somebody killed.
Tracy: How did you do that?
Luke: Kevlar. Accept no substitutes.
Tracy: A bulletproof vest with blood? Where did you buy it?
Luke: Trade secret, can't tell you. But it was good enough to keep her off her game. Oh, damn -- she was shooting hollow-points. Those things sting. Oh.
Tracy: She aimed at your head. You can thank me anytime.
Luke: Yeah, right. Thank you, Tracy -- for letting her get away.
Skye: I really want to try to figure out what happened to A.J. Now, you were with Monica when he was killed?
Emily: We were with Dad in the E.R.
Skye: The whole night?
Emily: Mostly, except for a few minutes in there somewhere.
Skye: When did Monica leave?
Emily: I'm the one who left.
Skye: Oh. Okay. Now, when was that exactly?
Emily: Skye, what difference does it make? Why are you doing this?
Skye: Well, Emily, A.J. was a troubled person. He caused a lot of pain for a lot of people, and I'm just trying to take what he left behind and make it a little less messy.
Emily: I don't remember what time it was. I really don't remember much of anything, but I could ask mom.
Skye: Okay. Well, maybe someone else will remember something. Did you talk to anybody or see anybody the whole time you were with Alan?
Emily: Elizabeth. I was on my way to see A.J., and I ran into Elizabeth and we talked. And then I went back to see Dad, and Mom was right there where I'd left her.
Skye: Well, you don't know that. She could have left after you'd gone and then come back before you returned --
Emily: Okay, look, stop it, Skye. I know what you're doing, and you're wrong. My mother did not kill A.J.
Tracy: I should have let her finish you off. You hate it when people are braver than you.
Luke: Oh, yeah? You know, I think it was you who offered to help dispose of my body after she pumped me full of lead. That was heroic.
Tracy: Well, excuse me. I thought it was a little late to save your sorry butt, and I thought, "hmm, call my crazy -- maybe one of us should survive." Survival of the fittest and all that.
Luke: Once you've climbed out of the primordial muck, take a look around and realize, how long you going to last, you know, with all that stolen cassadine cash in your bank account?
Tracy: Well, guess what -- I didn't steal Helena's money, I don't need to prove that she's still alive, and I don't care if Nikolas spends the rest of his life in prison! I am out of this!
Luke: The only way for you to get out of this is Plan B.
Tracy: "Plan B"?
Luke: Plan B -- I shadow you day and night. When she comes after her cash, I put the dagger in her heart.
Tracy: Oh, gosh. That sounds as good as Plan A.
Luke: Okay, fine, if that's the way you feel about it. Next time you stand in the line of fire, I'll just let her shoot through you.
Tracy: There's not going to be a next time, Luke.
Luke: Hey, think again, Missy. You are going to need me to stay one step ahead of psycho bitch or you'll never live to tell about it.
Tracy: You shadowing me is worse than death.
Luke: Tracy, you just saw her shoot me at point-blank range without a twinge. You could be next.
Tracy: Headline -- not my problem.
Dillon: Well, guess what -- she's back.
Georgie: Your Mom?
Dillon: Mm-hmm. Just talked to Alice and she's been at the house and she is not in a very good mood.
Georgie: Well, Dillon, I can't really say I blame her. She spent the night tied to the wheelchair. That can't be very comfortable.
Dillon: Yeah. See, this is what I'm talking about, though. I mean, I should have let her go. She's going to make me pay for this. I know she's going to make me pay for it. Sorry.
Georgie: Dillon, you're -- you're following your conscience. You know what I mean? Look, Luke is trying to help Nikolas and Emily, and --
Dillon: Yeah, well, that's another thing. Like, how many times do I swear over and over again that I would not let Luke get me involved in another one of his schemes, and time and time again I --
Georgie: Dillon, that was before you knew Michael was alive.
Dillon: So? I mean, just because Michael was only kidnapped and not dead, I'm somehow off the hook? Let's not forget the fact that the man who paid for this entire thing is my cousin.
Georgie: Okay, if you're going to start feeling guilty for something your demented cousin did --
Dillon: No, no, no, I'm not. I'm just saying that this is, like, such a Quartermaine thing, you know, the end justifies the means. You want to hook up with your biological son? Then hire a convicted psycho to do it. If you want to help Nikolas and Emily, then you leave your mom tied to a chair. It's amazing you don't run screaming every time you see me. My blood is cursed. I am a werewolf.
Georgie: No, no -- Dillon, no, you are not cursed, you are not a werewolf. You are -- you're fantastic. Maybe a little overdramatic, but, Dillon, it's going to make you a great director.
Emily: Hi.
Monica: Hi.
Emily: Mom. I'm glad you're home. I wanted to see you.
Monica: Oh, well, I got stuck at the hospital. Sorry.
Emily: Mom, are you all right? I'm just -- I'm worried about you.
Monica: Well -- I'm fine. Don't be worried, Em.
Emily: Listen, Mom, I know that we all deal with grief in our own way, but even so, you haven't been yourself at all lately. The way you dug your heels in about the autopsy, and how you shut Dad out instead of turning to him for comfort when you need him the most.
Monica: Em, there's a lot more going on than just A.J.'s death. Your father is angry, he is bitter, he is toxic. If you think that's somebody you want to turn to for comfort, well, then you're a little off-base.
Emily: I know that he isn't handling it well at all, but that's exactly why I just don't think that this is the time for you to be insisting on a divorce.
Monica: Well, you tell me, Em. When is the right time to get out of a marriage? And to answer your question, I had a very good reason to fight that autopsy. I wanted to give A.J. just one little shred of dignity. With all that pain and humiliation, I did not want him poked and prodded like some lab specimen. I just really want to let go of this pain. And you're right. You're right, I'm not myself.
Tracy: Whoa!
Emily: What --
Tracy: Hmm --
Emily: Tracy. What happened?
Tracy: You want to know what happened? You married that faux prince and brought a family of homicidal maniacs down on us. Ugh!
Tracy flounces out of the Quartermaine mansion.
Elizabeth: Hey. What's with her?
Emily: Hey. Well, from what I can gather, my marriage to Nikolas is the root of all evil.
Elizabeth: Speaking of -- he called the hospital earlier. I couldn't find you, so I told him I'd give you a message.
Emily: What message?
Elizabeth: He's allowed a visitor tomorrow, Em. He wants you to come and see him.
Elizabeth: Emily, Nikolas needs you. He's been stuck in Pentonville unable to see the one person he loves and trusts above all else. And can you imagine how alone and isolated and confused he must be right now? Emily, you need to go to that prison and see him, and you have to tell him what's going on with you.
Emily: Yeah, I know.
Elizabeth: What?
Emily: Look, if Luke's right and Helena's about to be caught, then Nikolas is going to be released from prison. And he's going to come home expecting us to pick up the pieces of our lives and move forward. Elizabeth, I can't keep pretending that things are ever going to be normal between us. The thought of him finally coming home and, like, being with me, you know, wanting me -- things are never going to be the same, Elizabeth, and Nikolas -- he needs to be prepared.
Elizabeth: He also deserves the truth, Em.
Emily: I know. I know, Elizabeth. I've been so selfish. No, Nikolas needs to understand why it's over. So I'm going to go see him and tell him about the rape.