February 4, 2008 Screencaps

Ian: Nurse Johnson.

Epiphany: Dr. Devlin.

Ian: We never seem to get past that point of pleasantness, do we?

Epiphany: Probably because I can't get past the fact that there's more to you than you let on.

Patrick: Looks like she's got your number, Ian. And what you're referring to is the frustrating inability to pierce the layers of education, training, and proficiency of our new staff member here. See, not many doctors can switch specialties from reconstructive surgery to oncology without batting an eye, but he's got practice. He would switch from single malt whiskey to body shots of tequila -- obviously depending on who he was hitting on at the time.

Epiphany: Hmm. Huh. That's more than I needed to know. Thank you -- whatever it was that you just said.

Ian: Methinks I detect a yearning for the drinking days of old.

Patrick: You know what? I'm just glad to have somebody here from med school that actually knows what they want out of life -- and what they don't want.

Robin: Have you seen Nikolas?

Patrick: No. Why?

Robin: Well, because we were supposed to go over his drug protocol with him and I thought I left him in the exam room.

Nadine: Nikolas left.

Patrick: Where did he go, home?

Nadine: He said he was bored and wanted to go out for a drive. He told me he was going to run it by you.

Robin: In this weather?

Ian: And is driving such a good idea, given his condition?

Robin: Excuse me, but what do you know about Nikolas' condition?

Emily: It stopped raining.

Nikolas: You changed your clothes again.

Emily laughs.

Emily: Well, I wear what your mind wants to see me in.

Nikolas: What's left of my mind.

Emily: Nikolas, things are changing, aren't they?

Nikolas: Yeah.

Emily: Yeah.

Nikolas: I should've never left the hospital.

Emily: Okay, well, listen, we'll go back to the hospital. Where's your car?

Nikolas: I don't know. I don't know.

Emily: It's okay. It's going to be okay. What do you remember this time?

Nikolas: Enough to be afraid to tell anyone about it.

Ian: A few days ago, Patrick asked me what kind of cases interest me the most, and I said the hopeless ones.

Robin: Nikolas' case isn't hopeless.

Ian: Is that a doctor talking or a friend?

Robin: Both.

Ian: Hmm. You can be both with a patient?

Robin: Huh. Well, you're about to find out that we do things just a little bit differently here on earth, Dr. Devlin.

Ian: You really find me that different?

Robin: Well, I find you to be clear and focused and incredibly proficient on the one hand, and glib and completely transparent with women on the other -- as only a close friend of Dr. Drake's would be.

Ian: Maybe there isn't anything different about me.

Robin: Well, there's something, I just don't know what yet.

Ian: Huh. Well, then to save you some time, maybe I prefer that it's nobody's business. Now, then, I've seen a case like his once before -- a patient with a tumor in basically the same area of the brain. Slight-but-jolting episodes of rage and confusion afterwards, though not the same complete blackouts that Mr. Cassadine suffers from. And this amnesia -- for lack of a better term -- there isn't any chance that this patient's lying about that part, is there?

Robin: No, absolutely not.

Ian: What about hallucinations?

Patrick: He hasn't mentioned any.

Ian: Well, friend or not, for some reason, he's keeping things from you after all.

Nikolas: I know I shouldn't have left the hospital -- I realize that -- but I couldn't help it. See, I looked out the window and I saw it was raining and I saw the way the lights reflecting on the pavement, and I just -- I got this vivid image of us flying down the boulevard in Paris towards the Eiffel Tower, top down, laughing in the rain, you know? Not a care in the world, but that's not real. And things are getting less and less real. I mean, you -- you are real, Emily, but you're not.

Emily: That's because your condition's getting worse, Nikolas.

Nikolas: Yeah, I just don't know what I could've done with the car. I mean, I got so angry when that guy cut us off, and then you weren't in the seat next to me, and then I looked up and you're standing in the street -- at least, I think it was you. And the next thing I remember, I'm standing here, and there you are again, but you changed your clothes.

Emily: Okay, so let's get you back to the hospital.

Nikolas: In a minute. Just -- just let me look at you for a second. Let me -- let me love you for a minute, okay?

Emily: Okay.

Nikolas: I don't know how much time we may have left together.

Patrick: How did you treat your patient?

Ian: With a new drug therapy that manages the side effects till the tumor grew big enough to be removed more safely.

Robin: What kind of drug therapy, exactly?

Ian: Experimental. Now, what disturbs me in the Cassadine case is this -- this wild card -- some kind of drug injected into his system?

Patrick: Yeah, it's a long story.

Ian: Well, if I'm going to help treat this patient, I suggest you make it a short one.

Robin: Who said you were? I -- I don't understand how Nikolas falls under your area of expertise.

Ian: The same way as my other patient with a tumor did -- by needing my help, now.

Nikolas: I apologize, I shouldn't have left. I just had to get out of here for a while.

Patrick: Yeah, I know the feeling. In the meantime, we've been discussing your case with a colleague of ours and he's agreed to join the team. Nikolas Cassadine, this is Dr. Ian Devlin.

Nikolas: Hey.

Emily: Nikolas? You're upset about something.

Nikolas: Um -- yeah, the -- the car ride earlier? What if --

Emily: "What if" what?

Nikolas: What if I -- what if I only thought that I imagined you in the road? What -- what if there was someone else really there?