Nikolas: Let her go. You don't need her.
James: No, but you might. You see, if you develop a resistance to the counteragent, you may succumb to the poison. Having a good doctor in the house may mean the difference between life and death.
Nikolas: I'll take my chances.
James: Are you sure about that? The last time I let your symptoms progress, you were on your knees begging for an injection.
Robin: If you let Nikolas get sick again, he could die.
James: But at least he'd finally cooperate.
Robin: Is this fun for you, playing with his life?
James: I don't know. I was willing to let you bleed to death at the Metro Court for your fellow hostages to be diverted. You were useful in your own way. Now it's time for Nikolas to be useful in his own right.
Robin: If you want Nikolas alive, you will give him the counteragent on time.
James: Oh. You're a bossy little thing, aren't you? Could be fun, but at the same time, it could be also tedious, so why don't you come and finish tidying me up?
Robin: Fine.
James: Now.
Nikolas: Robin, come on.
Robin: No, it's fine. I got it.
James: The histrionics are me cross, and when I'm cross, people die. I can think of a number of potential victims -- Emily, Elizabeth, JobbingRrobin's boyfriend. What's his name again? It's something -- something Irish. Patrick, Patrick -- that's right. So do as you're told or it won't be St. Patrick's Day. Do I make myself clear?
Nikolas: There's no reason for you to drag anyone else into this.
James: Well, if anyone gets hurt, it'll be because you and Dr. Scorpio have disappointed, inconvenienced, and made my life very unpleasant.
Robin: When you get caught, it won't be our fault, because someone will recognize you.
James: Oh, I'm not as recognizable as you think. The only instance where I showed my face outside the Metro Court was when a thoughtful law enforcement official sent the media away. There are no photographs of me, and the best the police could find was a composite sketch of myself which, fortunately, doesn't do me justice. So, you see? How am I doing?
Robin: You'll live. There is a slight chance that you could develop an infection.
James: Wishful thinking?
Robin: Huh. I'll bring antibiotics with me the next time I come.
Nikolas: What did he say to get you here?
Robin: Oh -- nothing. Patrick in a fight and I came over to ask you if I could rent a room for me for a while.
James: Yes. Robin was writing you a note when I had the pleasure of renewing our acquaintance.
Robin gasps.
James: Jobbing Robin, we meet again.
Nikolas: You don't have to do this.
James: Well, someone does. So if you'd like to make a substitution, there will be some ground rules. To begin with, Robin's replacement will have to have the same skill set. , Tell me -- which medical professional will take her place? Emily, or our mother-to-be, Elizabeth?
Robin: I want to stay and help Nikolas.
James: I thought you might. Robin couldn't wait to volunteer her services after I explained how much we needed her. Easy, easy. You wouldn't want to pop a stitch, would you? Good girl.
Robin: What are you doing here?
James: Well, Nikolas was kind enough to open his mansion to me so we could finalize a business transaction.
Robin: Nikolas would never help you.
James: Well, to be honest, it took a little persuasion.
Robin: What did you do to him?
James: I injected Nikolas with a lethal poison, such as this. As long as I administer the counteragent every 24 hours, he'll live. If anyone or anything interferes, Nikolas will die. I just needed someone to hang around to monitor Nikolas' condition in case any problems arose, and you are the perfect candidate. Not only are you a doctor, but you hold a sentimental place in my heart. I mean, shooting you provided hours of entertainment during the hostage crisis. And I was wondering if it would be the same thing the second time around. Hmm?
Nikolas: We had a deal -- I help create a new identity for you in exchange for my life.
James: I'm aware of the terms. I was the one who outlined them, remember?
Nikolas: Well, then why are you suddenly changing them? Robin was never supposed to be a part of this.
James: I poisoned you, Nightmare Nikolas. I'm hardly qualified to save your life.
Nikolas: I'll be just fine.
James: Robin will make sure of it. You're too important to let anything go wrong.
Nikolas: If you recall, she's recovering from a gunshot wound. She can't wait for the launch to take her back and forth to the hospital.
James: Come on. Robin won't mind the extra effort. Am I right, robin?
Robin: Not if it helps Nikolas.
James: That's not the only reason you're agreeing so fast, is it? You're probably anxious to take a sample of Nikolas' blood back to t hospital so you can analyze the poison in the lab. Am I right?
Robin: Yes, it would help to know what I'm dealing with.
James: But let me save you the trouble. Nikolas was injected with a mix of toxins that took years to develop. Now, the chances of generating a counteragent are basically none.
Robin: Well, then it shouldn't matter if I try.
James: Well, feel free. But if you bring someone else to assist you, Paddy Boy, the hot-headed neurosurgeon, will meet with tragedy. Say -- how about a bullet to the belly? Or better yet, how about something like a graze to the base of the brain?
Robin: You know, you don't have to make any more threats, okay? I get it.
James: I don't make threats, I give options. So if you make the wrong choice, I respond accordingly.
Nikolas: Look, if she's to be moving in, I need to make arrangements with the staff.
Robin: Yeah, and I have to pack, so I'll be back.
James: Well, that won't do you any good.
Nikolas: What won't?
James: The vial that you took from the couch just now -- it's distilled water. One of the many decoys I've made for that same reason. Thank you. One more thing, doctor.
James: I'll also need some new syringes.
Robin: Excuse me. Do you have a change-of-address form? I need to update my contact information. Thanks.
Patrick: Change of address?
Robin: Yeah, I -- I found a place.
Patrick: Where?
Robin: Wyndemere, actually.
Patrick: You're moving in with Nikolas?
Robin: Yeah. I mean, he has a lot of room, and he could really use the company right now.
Patrick: Are you trying to drive me away?
Robin: Look, it is not like that, okay?
Patrick: I asked you to move back in with me and you refused out of some mistaken belief that it's going to kill our relationship, so you think moving in with another guy is going to really make it work?
When James enters the living room, Nikolas is lying flat on the couch, sweating and moaning in pain.
James: What's wrong?
Nikolas: Help me, please.
James: That's weird. The symptoms -- they're starting to hit you earlier than expected. You're not due for an injection for another two hours.
Nikolas: I -- can't breathe.
James: Patience, please. The drugs are coming.
James goes to administer the drug and Nikolas shoots off the couch and begins to grapple with James for the antidote.