January 10, 2008 Screencaps

Nikolas: Hi. I was hoping you'd be here.

Emily: I told you -- I'm where you want me to be. So you're meeting with Patrick about the brain tumor?

Nikolas: Yes, yes, he's -- he's trying to find a connection between the rage and -- and the blackouts, but we've already gone over it. I told him everything I can -- everything except you. I mean, he's -- he's just going to confirm what I already know, what the doctors in Zurich told me -- that it's inoperable, it's possibly genetic. I mean, how much more bad news can I get at this point?

Emily: Nikolas, don't even think like that. There's always hope.

Nikolas: Is there hope that whatever this is here that I've created -- whatever you are -- won't go away?

Nadine: Hi, Mr. Cassadine. Who are you talking to?

Nikolas: I'm sorry. I was just thinking out loud, I guess, trying to remember all the -- all the questions I want to ask Dr. Drake. There's a few things that I don't want to lose sight of.

Nadine: Oh, I talk to myself all the time. Some people think it's weird, but I have known people that talk to their pets like they understood every word, or stand in front of the mirror and tell the reflection to get it together and get to the gym. You know, some people just do it because they're lonely and it helps drive away the bad stuff.

Nikolas: I'm sorry, how -- how long will Dr. Drake be? I have an overseas conference call that I can't miss.

Nadine: Uh -- I know he's a little backed up, but I will tell him that you're in a crunch.

Nikolas: All right, thank you.

Nadine: Um -- I never got a chance to tell you how sorry I am about your fiancée. She seemed like a very kind, loving, and beautiful woman.

Nikolas: Yeah, she was -- well, she is, and that's how I'll always remember her. Death can't take that away from her -- or from me.

Nikolas: Oh -- Emily? Em--

Knock on door.

Nadine: Dr. Drake shouldn't be more than a few minutes.

Nikolas sighs.

Nikolas: So what does that mean, another hour? You think I got nothing else better to do?

Nadine: Hmm. I have 45 patients waiting for their meds, I share your frustration.

Nikolas: Don't -- don't try to manage me.

Nadine: Uh – look, I’m just trying to get you the best medical help possible as quickly as I can.

Nikolas: No, you're not, you’re trying to cover for Dr. Drake. What, did he get held up at the tennis club?

Nadine: Okay, we're not stamping sheet metal here, Mr. Cassadine. Sometimes patient care takes longer than expected; sometimes there are unforeseeable complications --

Nikolas: Listen -- listen, do you -- do you know how much money I give this hospital? Do you?

Nadine: A lot.

Nikolas: A lot, a lot. You're damn right, "a lot." Who do you think pays for this Alan Quartermaine wing that's going up? Who, after this little string of disasters when the HMOs were trying to take over, who single-handedly kept this hospital afloat?

Nadine: You have been very --

Nikolas: I did! I did! So what is it going to take to get some treatment around here? Huh?

Nadine: It was my sister. She was -- she was the one responsible for that string of disasters, so I understand more than anyone --

Patrick: What's going on?

Nadine: I -- Mr. Cassadine --

Nikolas: She was -- she was just trying to convince me that you were -- that you were off healing the sick and the lame, instead of banging some nurse --

Patrick: How long has he been like this?

Nadine: A few minutes.

Patrick: And what triggered it?

Nadine: I --

Nikolas: You think you can just waltz in here any time you want? Sleep your way through the entire staff -- is that what you think?

Patrick: Nikolas --

Nikolas: Because no one would do a damn thing about it because you are the great God, Dr. Patrick Drake. You went through Robin, Leyla -- you just threw them aside, broke both their hearts. Hey, congratulations -- I guess you're the new meat around here. I'll tell you what -- you two can go ahead and have this nice, comfy bed -- I'm out of here.

Patrick: Okay, you're not going anywhere, not in this condition.

Nikolas: You cannot keep me here against my will!

Patrick: You're a danger to yourself --

Nikolas: Get off me!

Patrick: Hey --

Nikolas: Why don't you do something and figure out what the hell is going on with me? Why don't you do that? Em-- Emily, where -- Emily, where are you?

Patrick: Hey.

Patrick: Take some blood, rerun every test. Something's not right. I know he's been diagnosed with a brain tumor, but there's more to it than that. Maybe it's a residual effect from the experimental drug that Jerry was injecting into Nikolas to control him.

Robin: Well, he should be having these rage episodes all the time, so something is keeping them at bay.

Patrick: Whatever it is, we need to figure it out.

Nikolas: Oh -- where'd you go?

Emily: Wherever I go when you don't need me.

Nikolas: What? I always need you. Something just happened. I was arguing with a nurse. It's only going to get worse, isn't it?

Nadine: You shouldn't think that way, Mr. Cassadine.

Nikolas: I'm so sorry. I -- I'm sorry.