December 1, 2006 Screencaps

Emily pokes her head into Nikolas' stable as Sheba neighs.

Emily: Nikolas? Nikolas? I -- hi.

Emily: Hi.

Nikolas: Hi. What -- what inspires you to come see me?

Nikolas comes out from the back of the stables and walks toward the front of the stables. He shuts the door and closes the latch.

Emily: You -- you didn't invite me to dinner?

Nikolas grabs his saddle and hefts it onto his right shoulder.

Nikolas: Uh -- no. I was just -- I was just about to go out for a ride before it got too dark. That isn't to stay that I'm not glad to see you.

Emily: But we've been set up -- again.

Emily laughs.

Nikolas: I am so sorry. I thought Alfred had given up his matchmaking habits.

Emily: Well, at least we know he's feeling better, right, and that things are getting back to normal -- Alfred luring me out here under false pretenses, you apologizing for something that isn't really your fault.

Nikolas: Yeah. Today is different, though, isn't it?

Emily: Yeah. It would've been our second wedding anniversary.

Nikolas: Yeah.

Emily: I'm surprised you remembered, with everything that happened with Laura.

Nikolas: Yeah. Well, I -- I think my mother would want me to remember this day instead of grieving for her.

Nikolas walks around Emily and places his saddle down.

Emily: I only have such wonderful memories of that day. It was perfect, you know?

Nikolas: Yeah.

Emily: Even with all the horrible things that were happening around us.

Nikolas: Yeah. Yeah, me going off to prison

Emily: That's all kind of faded with time, but I distinctly remember all the smiles and the good wishes from our friends and family --

Nikolas: Mm-hmm. Yeah.

Emily: Watching you put the ring on my finger, saying your wedding vows.

Nikolas: Yeah, I can still you walking down that aisle at Queen of Angels. You were beautiful.

Music plays.

Nikolas: Yeah, that's the picture I'll always hold in my heart, anyway.

Emily: Yeah, it was a wonderful day.

Nikolas: Yeah.

Emily: So, consider the anniversary duly noted, and go take Sheba for a ride, and I'll tell Alfred that I won't be staying for dinner. Okay?

Nikolas: Okay. Bye.

Emily: Bye.

Emily sighs and walks over and tries the stable door. She can't get out. Nikolas walks over to help her.

Nikolas: It's -- it's probably just jammed. Here, I'll get it. I don't believe this. Alfred.

Emily laughs.

Nikolas: Alfred!

Emily: I -- yeah, I don't think he's going to hear you all the way out there.

Nikolas: He set this up. Promise me, he's out there to make sure it worked. Alfred, open the door, immediately.

Emily: I think Alfred wins again --

Emily: Definitely stranded.

Nikolas is stting on a bale of hay watching as Emily searches through drawers.

Emily: I can't believe that Alfred would strand us out here with no provisions.

Nikolas: Well, the whole things over the top if you ask me, even for Alfed.

Emily: Yeah, which means that he probably went all out for dinner. Yep. Here we go.

Nikolas: Well --

Emily tries to life basket and Nikolas goes to help her.

Emily: Oh, that's great. Oh -- oh, my God.

Nikolas: I am impressed. Maybe Alfred can find a job as an event planner after I fire him.

Emily: Yeah, don't even think about firing him. I'd much rather see what he packed us for dinner. Here.

Nikolas carries the basket over to the hay for Emily as the camera cuts to outside the stable where Alfred cataches Colleen with her ear against the tack room door.

Alfred: Stay way from his door.

Camera cuts back to inside the stables where Emily is going through the basket as Nikolas spreads out some blankets.

Emily: Carrots. Raspberries. Sauvignon Blanc. Grilled Chicken. How did Alfred know how to pack all of my favorites. Huh?

Nikolas: I say we get a little crazy and start with the Creme Bruleé.

Emily: There's Creme Bruleé in here? Hold on. Wait a second.

Nikolas: What?

Emily: How did you know that there was Creme Bruleé in there?

Nikolas: Um -- I saw it in there.

Emily: Yeah, I guess that would be possible if you had x-ray vision -- or if you told Alfred to be sure to include it. You planned this whole thing, didn't you?

Music plays throughout this scene.

Nikolas: It's true. It's true. I wanted to spend what would've been our second anniversary with you. So I asked Alfred to set it up.

Emily: So why didn't you just ask me.

Nikolas: Because I was afraid you'd say no.

Alfred: Why aren't you at the main house looking after young Spencer?

Colleen: Alfred, even nannies get to talke a walk sometimes. And I'm sure I heard Nikolas calling for help.

Alfred: Oh, it's only for dramatic effect. Mr. Cassadine requested I make arrangements to lock himself and Miss Quartermaine in the tack room, along with a sturdy white wine and a lovely picnic dinner.

Colleen: Why would he do that?

Alfred: To commemorate their second wedding anniversary. He doesn't wish to be disturbed.

Colleen: Alfred, Nikolas hates it when you play matchmaker.

Alfred: It's clear you have far more than a professional interest in Mr. Cassadine. However, I doubt that will be a problem very much longer. He will almost certainly reunite with Miss Quartermaine, and her first priority will be to find a nanny to replace you.

Nikolas: I was afraid that this day would bring up all the memories of what was wrong with us, all the mistakes we made.

Emily: Don't even think about that. Just think about Spencer and the possibility that those bad times made us both stronger. Maybe we had to go through all of that to get to where we are now.

Nikolas: And where are we now, exactly? Are we just friends -- or are we more than that?

Emily: What do you want us to be?

Nikolas: A long time ago on Valentine's Day, we were -- we were driving in a blizzard - you remember. And we talked about -- we talked about the difference between friendship and -- and love -- and then we decided to be -- to be friends. It was -- it was easier. I don't know. Maybe it still is.

Emily: But what do you want?

Emily crosses the stable to where Nikolas stands.

Nikolas: I'm really sorry. I shouldn't have done this.

Emily: But you did.

Nikolas: Yeah.

Emily: You opened a door and -- and now you can't walk through. Maybe you -- you don't want what you think you wanted. And you know what? That -- that's okay. So, let's just finish the picnic, and we'll wait for Alfred to come back and get us and then we can just forget that this ever happened.

Nikolas: I hurt you. I hurt you -- that teenage girl I drove home in the snow, my -- my friend, my lover, my wife. I made promises to you that I didn't keep. Why now do you think you can trust me? How -- how could you ever risk believing in me again?

Emily: Because I love you.

Emily: I love you, Nikolas. Not some boy I had a crush on in high school or some prince of my dreams. I grew up, and I realized that you're no more perfect than I am. But real love doesn't need perfection, thank God. No, real love needs trust and faith and frogiveness. I forgave you a love time ago.

Nikolas: I know

Emily: I wish that you could do the same.

Nikolas: Yeah. But I -- I failed you. I failed you.

Emily: And you -- you hate to fail -- it's unacceptable.

Nikolas: No

Emily sighs.

Nikolas: What's unacceptable is spending the rest of my life pretending that you're just my friend.

Music begins to play.

Nikolas: God. I love you. And I never stopped loving you. And I never will.

Emily cries. Nikolas leans in with double face palm and kisses Emily. As the song is sung, Nikolas unties Emily's dress strings, major kissing begins!