James: It's time for our lovely contestant to choose. Dr. Alan's having a coronary, and Miss Elizabeth appears to be in premature labor. Who are you going to save?
Nikolas: Don't do this. Oh --
James: No help from the studio audience, please.
Emily: I -- I'd like to examine them so I can determine --
James: Sorry, you've run out of time. What is your answer?
Six: Let her examine them. Isn't it more entertaining to build the suspense?
Carly: Alan, you need to concentrate on your breathing, slow and steady. It's really fast.
Alan: Carly -- Carly, I'm not the one who's in labor. That would be Elizabeth.
Emily: Hey. How are you feeling, Dad?
Alan: I'm managing. Hi, honey. Uh -- you need to go check on Elizabeth.
Emily: No, no, you don't give orders this time. You're the patient, not the doctor.
Alan: Listen, Elizabeth can't give birth here.
Emily: Yeah, and you should've received thrombolytic meds within 30 minutes of the onset.
Alan: Well, you gave me Aspirin.
Emily: That's only a stop-gap, Dad. You have got to let me take care of you.
Alan: That baby is going to be too premature to survive outside of a hospital.
Emily: You remember what you told me when Robin was shot? To think objectively, as if this were a triage situation, to consider who needs treatment first.
Alan: You mean you actually listened to me?
Emily: Yeah. You've shown me by example. You're a wonderful father, not only on a clinical level, but for the caring concern you show your patients. I only hope that I can live up to your example.
Alan: You got me beat by a mile, Em.
Emily: I want you to stick around so that I can keep following in your footsteps.
Emily: Here, take his pulse every five mines while I go check on Elizabeth.
Carly: Okay. Yeah, I got it.
Emily: Keep your breathing as even as you can, Dad.
Alan: Yes, Doctor.
Emily: I'll be right back.
Alan: Listen, I'm saying this to you as your father. Let Elizabeth go.
Emily: I love you, Dad.
Alan: Oh, I wish I could take some credit for how she turned out.
Carly: Well, you obviously did something right.
Alan chuckles.
Alan: This from you, of all people.
Carly: Well, life is full of surprises. Here, just lie still, let me take your pulse.
Alan: You don't have to humor me because I had a heart attack.
Carly: I'm just saying that when my kids are grown, if they say things to me like Emily just said to you, it'll make my life worthwhile for that alone. Okay?
Emily: How far apart are the contractions?
Sam: Oh, I -- I'm not sure. I think they're about eight minutes apart.
Elizabeth: Yeah.
Emily: Look, I'm worried about fetal distress, and without a fetal heart monitor, it's --
Elizabeth: Emily, stop, okay? The pains are getting less intense. And I'm sure it's just from stress and dehydration.
Emily: Elizabeth, you don't have to do this.
Elizabeth: Do what?
Emily: Make it easier for me to choose my Dad. It's too soon for this baby to be born. You're a nurse, you know that as well as I do.
James: Still vacillating? Indecisiveness is ch an annoying character flaw.
Six: It took her a while to examine them both.
James: Correction -- it took her too long.
Six: The harder she struggles with this, the more entertaining for you, right?
James: The suspense is only pleasurable after a certain point. Wrap it up, please.
Alan: Whatever you're thinking, stop. You're only going to make things worse.
Carly: Maybe not. Everyone has a weakness, Alan, and I just found out our fearless leader's.
James: No, no, no, keep Mr. and Mrs. Corinthos apart. They're wonderfully entertaining individuals, but put them together and they're tediously devoted spouses. If you keep them apart, perhaps they won't create any discord to other members of our party. Sit.
Elizabeth: Of course I'd rather be in a hospital, but I'm not in critical condition -- your father is.
Emily: But what if you're really in labor?
Elizabeth: I'm not, okay? I refuse to be. And if, for some reason, this baby decides to come early, it is going to take hours. Okay? And -- and I'm going to be fine. We'll all be out of here by then.
James: Very, very noble. Bravo. You know as well as I that your friend's lying. She's only trying to make it easier for you to ignore her crisis.
Elizabeth: Emily, don't listen to him, okay?
James: If you choose Elizabeth, your poor father won't survive. If you choose him, an innocent baby will be born -- or die -- right here in this lobby. This is a watershed moment. Pay attention, girl!
Nikolas: Some fearless leader you are -- bullying women around?
James: Will you --
Nikolas: Takes a lot of guts.
James: Shut up! You are such a bad example to your fellow hostages!
Six: One? Emily has to choose between her dying father and the mother-to-be. If you kill her boyfriend, she'll be too hysterical to decide.
James: That's true. Let's find another target.
Gunshot.
Carly screams.
Carly: Max! Max?
Sonny: Hey, sit down!
James: Who matters most, Mrs. Corinthos? Max or Sonny? Because if you don't sit down and shut up, I'll put a bullet in Sonny's head right now. Very prudent. Do you have anything else to add? No, feel free to answer, now that your temper is under control. I always find your comments very amusing.
Carly: Max needs medical attention.
James: Yes, I can see that. But, you see, our medical personnel is running a little thin. Dr. Alan's in a condition, Nurse Elizabeth is about to give birth. This leaves only Emily, of course, but she's a little preoccupied at the moment. So who's it going to be? I think it's going tbe the Priest. Perhaps you can give him a little spiritual comfort, as poor Max bleeds to death. Oh, on second thought -- huh -- Max can't possibly bleed to death from a shoulder wound. Let's see if my aim is a little more accurate.
Sonny: You're starting to lose it, Mr. Craig. I thought Emily was the one that was supposed to choose. Wasn't that going to be the big event? She chooses between her father and her friend?
James: Gambling, Michael Corinthos Jr.? Because I can assure you, you're pushing your luck. But you do make a valued point. Emily has had more than enough time to think about it. So think about it, Emily.
Emily: I've made my choice.
Lulu: You have to choose Elizabeth. You can't let her baby die.
Lulu: Elizabh's baby can't live if it's born here.
Elizabeth: Lulu, don't do this.
Lulu: No, it is true. You need help now, and I am really, really sorry about Alan, but he has lived a full life, and Elizabeth's baby hasn't had a chance to be born yet.
Nikolas: You're not -- you're not helping.
Lulu: It's not just about a baby! It's Elizabeth's life she'd be saving, too!
Nikolas: You've made your argument, you don't have to make it again.
Alan: Lulu's right.
James: All right, everybody. Well done, Lulu. A little histrionic, not to mention petulant and self-centered. Your poor niece or nephew Lulu should have, Lulu should have this, etc., etc. You certainly did your part to heighten the drama. Sit her down. And now for the moment we've been waiting for. Who's it going to be? Your best friend, hmm? Your father? Hmm?
James: Time's running out. Who's it going to be, huh? The supportive girlfriend or the loving father? Three, two, one -- time's up. Name the lucky winner.
Emily: Elizabeth, I'm so sorry.
James: Congratulations, Dr. Quartermaine. Better luck next time, Nurse Webber. Oh, that's right -- there won't be a next time. Okay, on your feet. You sit down.
Carly: Come on, I'll help you up.
James: No, you've done enough. Put her someplace else, will you?
Sam: Come on, get up.
Emily: My father can't walk on his own, he needs help.
Man: A couple of us can carry him.
James: No, I said I was going to release one hostage, not three.
Nikolas: At least let us help him to the door.
James: Forget it. He walks out alone or he doesn't go. And to make sure of it -- Eight? Get a sniper rifle and take position on the second-floor window. If anyone else than Dr. Alan tries to run away, if the police get anxious and try and storm the lobby, even if you want to do a little target practice, fire at will.
Eight: Got it.
James: And now that we've set the parameters -- hello. It's time for you to leave, Dr. Alan. Come on.
Alan pants.
Alan: I can't do it, Em. I can't.
Emily: Okay. It's okay, Dad. It's going to be okay. Release Elizabeth instead.
James: Sorry, no exchanges. It's Dr. Quartermaine or no one.
Emily: He needs someone to help him walk to the door!
James: Well, that's too bad. He walks alone!
Emily: Well, you got what you wanted! You tortured us all, you made me choose! Now just let him go!
James: Wow, such passion. How can I refuse that?
Emily: Oh, God.
James: Four and Five? Take him to the door. Are you happy now?
Four: Come on.
Emily: Be careful with him.
James: You heard the lady. Take it slowly.
Mac: There's movement in the second-floor window.
Ric: Is it a hostage?
Captain: A sniper -- I can see the rifle.
Mac: Get your men in position. If he fires, take him out.
Detective Rodriguez: Someone's coming out!
Alan comes out the building, staggering, glassy-eyed and pale in a thin hazy smoke.
Mac: Watch the sniper! Prepare to fire!
Monica: Oh, my God, it's Alan!
Captain: Take out the sniper!
Luke: Something's wrong.
Emily: Dad! No! Oh, my God!
Gunshots.
As the gunshots begin, Alan clutches his chest and falls to the ground, crying out in pain.
Emily: They're shooting at him!
Luke: Oh, God, he's having a heart attack.
Lucky: Hold your fire!
Luke: Hold your fire!
Gunshot.
Lucky: Hold your fire!
Luke: He's having a heart attack!
Gunshots.
Captain: Stay back -- just get her back!
Monica: Alan, no!
Captain: Get back.
Monica: Alan!
Emily: Just make them stop shooting!