Port Charles Transcript Friday 4/13/01

By John
Proofread by Beth

Alison: God, I feel like I'm in "Alice in Wonderland" or something.

Jack: Who?

Alison: You know, when she got the mysterious note and key.

Jack: I wasn't much of a reader.

Alison: "This is just for you. Don't tell Jamal." What do you think that this means?

Jack: Aha. Well, I can solve one part of the mystery.

Alison: What?

Jack: Look, it's a number, see? It's engraved, just like a --

Alison: Just like a post office box.

Jack: That would be my bet.

Alison: Well, what do you think's in the box, and why can't I tell Jamal?

Jack: Well, the better question is, who sent it to you?

Karen: No, I am not going to Kelly's with you and make this some kind of cozy threesome with your cyber-phantom pal Cookie.

Frank: Well, will you at least listen to my reason for going?

Karen: You want to talk logic?

Frank: Yeah.

Karen: Ok, then explain this to me. I killed that computer. I yanked out all its wiring. It was done, dead, kaput. So how can you still possibly be getting messages from Cookie?

Frank: Ok. So I don't have a really good answer to that question, but there are a lot of unanswered questions where Cookie's concerned.

Karen: Yeah, I'll say.

Frank: All the more reason for you to come with me. Meet Cookie in person. Then maybe things will finally start to make sense.

[Music plays]

Radio Announcer: And now get rocking with one of the biggest hits of 1973.

Cookie: I miss you so much. You were my best friend. But tonight I'm meeting my new friend -- Frank. He's real nice. He's someone I can talk to. Almost the way I used to talk to you.

Eve: Colleen, what are you doing?

Colleen: Ian signed his wife's release papers. He's transferring her out.

Eve: Well, she's not gone yet. Take that. Not if I can help it.

Ian: I know we haven't talked for a while. And I'm not real good at asking for things, but I'm at a crossroads and I'm running out of steam. So I need to ask you -- I need to ask your opinion on something. Am I doing the right thing?

Alison: What if this is, like, a secret plan of Jamal's, right? He wants me to, like, go to the box and open it and a thousand rose petals fall out with a big fat diamond ring.

Jack: A diamond? On what Jamal makes here at the bike shop? Not likely.

Alison: Yeah, I guess.

Jack: Yeah. Why would Jamal send you something and put "don't tell Jamal" on the note?

Alison: To throw me off his track.

Jack: Now you're reaching for it.

Alison: Yeah, big time.

Jack: Mm-hmm.

Alison: Fine, then. I'm back to square one, totally clueless.

Jack: Well, you know what I would do?

Alison: What?

Jack: Close the shop down for 20 minutes and go check out the post office box.

Alison: Yes!

Jack: Mystery solved.

Alison: Yes, yes! Totally! No, no, because then I would be lying to Jamal, and I refuse to do that under pain of death. No.

Jack: Suit yourself.

Alison: Look, Jamal's just out making a house call on a very sick bike. He'll be home soon.

Jack: Oh, yeah?

Alison: Yeah.

Jack: Well, I bet you a slice of pizza you can't wait that long.

Alison: You're on, sucker.

Jack: Ok.

Alison: I can wait.

Frank: Hey, look, I've got to get to Kelly's.

Karen: Why?

Frank: Humor me, Karen. Come with me and then I'll go shoe shopping with you or to a really long foreign film. Name your price.

Karen: Look, I'm not going to stand here and argue with you, Frank. If you want to get in even deeper with this kid, fine, but don't drag me into it.

Frank: Hey, you're the one freaked out about me communicating with a nameless, faceless person. Well, let's go put a face to the name.

Karen: You're going alone.

Frank: Karen, come on. This is a kid in need, like we once were.

Karen: Don't try to play on my sympathy, Frank, because there's not much of it left.

Frank: Look, I know this -- this whole thing kind of bugs you.

Karen: Kind of?

Frank: But once we talk to Cookie face to face, point her in the right direction, we will both feel better about ourselves because we helped someone in need, someone who sounds like she could do something drastic.

Karen: You really think this Cookie -- or whoever it is -- might try and kill herself?

Frank: If Cookie really is who she says she is, she is a kid on the verge of doing some real harm to herself. Now, you're a doctor. You might really be able to help this girl.

Karen: Yeah, but chances are this lonely teen act is just a routine to get you to meet her.

Frank: If that's the case, I will buy us all dinner and we'll call it a night. But if it's not a scam, I could never forgive myself for turning my back on a kid in need. How about you?

Karen: All right, I'll go. But on one condition -- that this is all over tonight.

Frank: Trust me, Karen, I want that, too.

Karen: Ok, you have a date.

Frank: All right.

Alan: May I sit?

Ian: If you're here to talk me out of taking Arianna, you're wasting your time.

Alan: I know it's a done deal already.

Ian: I signed the papers. The last thing I need right now is a lecture from you.

Alan: You have every right to do what you think is best. I support you.

Ian: You're not here to change my mind?

Alan: I'm here just to make sure that you've thought this through. And if this is what you want, I offer you my full assistance.

Ian: Thank you.

Alan: Just because I'm the chief of staff doesn't mean that I can't relate to a husband who wants to do everything to protect his wife.

Ian: I know. You know more about that than anyone.

Alan: Yeah. I definitely know what it's like to watch someone you care about get weaker and weaker every day, and you can't do a damn thing about it except offer your comfort and support. And you also know that everything that you're doing may not be enough.

Ian: So helpless. I look at Arianna and I --

Alan: You want to trade places with her. You're so used to saving lives, and here you are caring about someone so deeply and you're -- you're totally helpless, you're powerless. I've been there, Ian.

Ian: I know you have. I know. But the difference is that you couldn't prevent the cancer from attacking Monica. I could've stopped Ben.

Alan: You don't know that.

Ian: No, I do know that. I wasn't there. If Arianna dies --

Alan: Arianna --

Ian: I'll have no one to blame but myself.

Alan: Arianna does not have to die. Eve has offered you a solution. There's a drug treatment.

Ian: Yeah, it's a risky one.

Alan: Everything in life is a risk. If you're worried about Arianna dying here because of the drug treatment, I guarantee you she will die if you take her out of this hospital.

Ian: I don't know that and you don't know that. There's no guarantee with that drug. It's too new.

Alan: You are a doctor who has looked for new treatments and new drugs for everything for your patients. You're a guy who has always pushed the envelope. Why not now -- particularly now?

Ian: She has put her trust in me, Alan. I can't make another mistake with her life.

Alan: Then you'd better think very carefully about the lesser of the two evils. And you'd better be able to say somewhere down the line with conviction that you did everything you could to save her life. Will you be able to say that, Ian?

Ian: Can I ask you a question? What would you do? What would you do if it was Monica lying in that hospital bed?

Alan: I'd give her the drug. I would grab onto whatever I could. You need to think about it, Ian.

Alison: I don't think my watch is working right.

Jack: Wait a second, do you smell that? I -- I smell pepperoni pizza. Yeah.

Alison: Oh, dream on. Please. Let's talk about something else to get our mind off this key that is driving me crazy. Why don't you give me the dirt on what happened with you and Livvie?

Jack: Uh, some things are private, Alison, even from you.

Alison: Fine, don't tell me.

Jack: Ok, I won't.

Alison: She's just going to tell me all the details tomorrow. No, but, actually, I am really happy that we all get to hang out again -- you know, the four of us.

Jack: Yeah. Yeah, I kind of missed it, too.

Alison: I'm actually even thinking about asking Livvie to help me raise some money to turn this place into a hangout. You know, so we could have, like, all those big, giant cups of coffee, you know, that are really expensive and all the, like, latest and greatest magazines and food. I am a very good cook, did you know?

Jack: Well, didn't Jamal veto that?

Alison: Well, yeah, but he just said that just because he's being cautious. He doesn't want us getting in over our heads.

Jack: Well, hey, it could be cool if you could figure it out.

Alison: I know. That's what my nana said, too -- which totally blew me away. Yeah. Ok. Ahem.

[Jack whistles]

Alison: Where the hell is Jamal? This key is burning a hole in my pocket.

Jack: Hey, where you going? I thought we were supposed to be holding down the shop.

Alison: Come on, pizza boy. I can't stand it anymore. Let's go find out what this mystery is all about.

Eve: Hi.

Arianna: Hey.

Eve: How's that pain medication? You feeling better? Is it helping?

Arianna: A little.

Eve: Arianna -- ahem -- there's something important I would like to discuss with you. It's about your treatment.

Arianna: I'm dying, aren't I?

Eve: Not if I can help it. Look, we don't like to lose patients around here. It's really bad for our reputation.

Arianna: I'll remember.

Eve: Ok. Arianna, you're very weak and we'd like to treat you with a drug to make you stronger to prepare you for a liver transplant.

Arianna: Ok.

Eve: There is some risk involved. I'm not going to sugarcoat this. The risk is that the drug could fail and make things worse. But you've taken a big risk in leaving your country and escaping your family to save your life. This could be one more risk.

Arianna: You think I should?

Eve: In my heart, I believe there's more danger to you if we don't do this. I just want you to know all the options, ok?

Arianna: What does Ian say?

Ian: I agree with Eve. I think we should do anything necessary to get you well.

Eve: Ian, I didn't know you were standing there. I was just --

Ian: You were telling her what I was going to tell her. Thanks.

Arianna: What do I do?

Ian: I know you're scared.

Arianna: Yeah.

Ian: There's a lot of people who care about you, want to make sure that you get better. I'm one of them and Dr. Lambert here's another.

Arianna: I trust Eve to do what's best. I'll do what she says.

Frank: Well, we're about to meet Cookie in the flesh.

Karen: Yeah, well, this is crazy, but I have to actually admit I'm a little nervous. I just have this feeling that --

Frank: What?

Karen: Never mind. It's just this whole thing -- it's a little too mysterious and spooky for me.

Frank: But you're here.

Karen: I'm here.

Frank: And all it has to be is a quick meeting. "Hi. How are you? Here's Kevin's number," so she can get the help she needs. Don't worry. Think she's here?

Karen: I don't know. You guys have the strange connection.

Frank: You know, that looks like it could be her.

Karen: Well, do the two of you have some kind of little secret computer hand sign or handshake or something?

Frank: Ok, ok. Have your fun. Cookie? Cookie?

Woman: No, thanks. I just ate.

Frank: Look, I wasn't offering you dessert. I was looking for a girl.

Woman: Sure you were. Nice try though

Frank: Thanks. Ahem. Not her.

Karen: Hmm. Maybe instead of hitting on all the lonely girls in the place, we should just have a seat, wait for Cookie to find us.

Frank: Yeah, yeah. Yeah, sounds like a plan. Wonder where she is.

Cookie: I want to look just right. For Frank.

Alison: Ow!

Jack: Mmm, this pizza tastes so much sweeter when someone else pays for it.

Alison: God, you already won the stupid bet. Can you please stop rubbing it in by chewing so loudly?

Jack: Mmm. All right, sorry.

Alison: Can you stop drooling for two seconds please and help me find box number 398?

Jack: Ok, ok. Hey, here it is right here.

Alison: Oh, my God.

Jack: 398.

Alison: Ok. Oh, my God, it fits. Wait, I'm not -- I'm not, like, technically keeping something from Jamal or telling him a lie keeping a secret, am I, if I tell him later?

Jack: No, no, technically, it's not a secret.

Alison: Good, because, you know, secrets in a relationship are really, like, toxic poison. They are intimacy busters. Talk show hosts say that all the time.

Jack: Open the door!

Alison: All right!

Jack: Ok. Open it.

Alison: I just -- I don't really --

Jack: Get out of the way and let me open it. Wow. If, uh, my guess is right, this is something a whole lot better than rose petals.

Frank: Well, maybe Cookie got cold feet or her dad wouldn't let her out of the house.

Karen: Or maybe Cookie is a 50-year-old truck driver with a beer gut.

Frank: She said she will be here, and she will.

Karen: Ok, we'll give her a few more minutes. And then I'm finding an all-night mall and you're going to be taking me on a long, excruciating shopping trip.

Frank: She'll be here. I -- I just have a hunch.

Ian: I promise I'll be right here through your treatment.

Arianna: Thank you.

Eve: Ok. The sooner we do this, the sooner you'll be on the road to recovery. It's time to administer the drug.

Ian: Just be strong, all right?

Eve: Just close your eyes. You don't need to worry about a thing. We have to try this.

Eve: All right. The drug should be taking effect soon.

Ian: Now all we have to do is wait. All right, don't be afraid.

Colleen: B.P.'s 105/64, normal sinus at 80, saturation's 94%.

Eve: That's very encouraging.

Ian: Her hands are cold.

[Monitor alarm sounds]

Colleen: She's becoming bradycardic, rate is 60.

Eve: Ok, let's not stress, people. This could just be initial reaction to the drug.

Ian: Colleen?

Colleen: Pulse is faint. I can barely feel it, Eve.

Colleen: Dr. Lambert.

Eve: She's seizing!

Ian: Arianna? She's in v-fib. We're losing her!

Eve: Ok.

>> On the next "Port Charles" --

Alison: How am I supposed to explain where all this money came from, huh? What, like, the sofa cushions?

Jamal: What money we talking about?

Eve: We're not losing her. Come on, Arianna, you can do this.

Rhonda: It was my fault my sister died.

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