May 12, 2003 Transcript
"Go to Hell!"

Alexis pounds on the locked door with her shoe as Cameron reclines on a table trying to ignore her.

Alexis: Hello! Hello, somebody! We're stuck in here!

Cameron: Alexis --

Alexis: Hello! Can you hear me? (She continues to pound)

Cameron: No, I'm the only one.

Alexis: I'm missing my visitation with my daughter!

She keeps pounding. Cameron gets off the table and takes her away from the door.

Cameron: Touch the door again and I'll stuff you in one of those file cabinets.

Alexis: All right. Ok. All right.

He steps away from her and she lunges for the door and starts pounding again.

Alexis: Somebody! Hello! I have to do something. Hello!

Cameron: You already did. You're the one that trapped us in here in the first place.

Alexis: Fine! (She limps up to him) What do you suggest we do while we wait?

Cameron: Anything but what you're doing (grabs her shoe) -- the same fruitless action over and over again. I've never seen such a gross example of non-learning. You're like a lobotomized lab rat.

Alexis: Would you rather I remained silent, made no effort at all, like you did at my hearing?

Cameron: You had no business in front of Judge Farmer.

Alexis: But I was.

Cameron: Because you are obstinate and impossible.

Alexis: Oh! God. Cameron, it's morning, I haven't had my caffeine, and I missed my visitation with my daughter.

Cameron: No, I think your daughter will survive.

Alexis: Of course you'd think that, after ignoring Zander for the last five years.

Cameron: Don't talk, Alexis. You're upset and irrational --

Alexis: Oh, really? Am I irrational?

Cameron: Again.

Alexis: Again? Well, that didn't seem to bother you when you risked your career in order to keep me with my daughter, unless you think I'm too irrational now to be a mother.

Cameron: Oh, I think it's possible you could be an adequate mother.

Alexis: Adequate?

Cameron: First, you'll have to learn how to be a functional adult.

Alexis: (Puts on her shoe) For your information, I have been a fully functional, some may say even obsessively rational, human being for years now.

Cameron: Hmm. "Obsessive" is an interesting word. "Narcissistic" is another one.

Alexis: I'm not above striking you at this moment.

Cameron: Have you ever taken a close look at your personal life, Alexis?

Alexis: My personal life consists of me being a mother to my daughter.

Cameron: Who is both dependent on and incapable of disagreeing with you.

Alexis: She is incapable of forming words.

Cameron: You do realize that this sort of rigidity is a result of a too Draconian method of potty training.

Alexis: (She giggles) I'm not going to dignify that with a response.

Cameron: Well, that would be in keeping with your coping mechanisms. You both crave and fear emotional interaction --

Alexis: Says the shrink who nearly forced his patient off the roof.

Cameron: Relentlessly pushing away anyone who tries to make a connection.

Alexis: Oh, God! (Goes to the door and starts pounding gain) Please, somebody! Get me out of here, please.

Cameron: Let's see -- you left poor Ned standing at the altar then co-opted him into posing as the father of your illegitimate daughter.

Alexis: I'll pay anything!

Cameron: In fact, to the best of my knowledge, I don't think you've had a healthy intimate encounter since, unless you count Kristina lamentable conception with some obviously unsuitable and as-yet-unnamed one-night stand.

Alexis turns from the door disgusted.

Alexis: So, you're saying that I need a date to get my daughter back?

He chuckles and gets up off the floor.

Cameron: No, I'm saying you need an adult relationship.

Alexis: I can't think of anyone worth the effort.

Cameron: Good, because you clearly have no options.

Alexis: Go to hell.

Cameron: I'm already there.

Alexis: Oh, God. (She turns toward the door and screams) Help! (She pounds on the door) Help!

Someone opens the door.

Alexis: Oh, thank God.

She grabs her purse and walks out.

Cameron: (To the person) Thanks. You just prevented a homicide.

Cameron walks out.

Alexis: Where's Kristina?

Skye: (Looking through a magazine) She ate, so now she's napping.

Alexis: I'm here for my visit.

Skye: (Puts down her magazine and stands up) Well, then you should have respected the legal agreement.

Alexis: Not that I owe you an explanation --

Skye: And I'm really not interested in hearing one.

Alexis: But I'm late because I was with Cameron and we mistakenly got locked in the file room at General Hospital.

Skye: Ooh, kinky. Tell me, is it that facial hair that does it for you? Ooh, please don't say it's the flannel.

Alexis: Fine. I'll call Judge Farmer. (Alexis turns away)

Skye: Go ahead.

Alexis: You need to understand something, Skye. Kristina is my daughter, not yours. I'm the one with the rights.

Skye: Oh, I see. Your daughter, your rights. Have you ever thought for one moment what this is doing to Kristina? My God, Alexis, you're her mother.

Alexis: You are not going to be the one to keep me from my daughter, Skye.

Skye: The hell I won't. You have visitation in another week. Now get out.

Alexis leaves.

Alexis walks into the living room with the baby.

Skye: You little diva, you. Getting all upset because Alice changed your cashmere, throw you in plain old cotton one. Well, I don't blame you, kid. That would have upset me, too. (Sits down) Ooh. Good eye. I do hope, though, that you'll be able get in some good sleep, huh? You know, when you -- when you get to be an adult, it gets pretty hard to -- to get a good night's sleep in sometimes. Hmm. So many bad things get in your way, you know? Not you, that's for sure. No one's disappointed you yet, huh? No, no. All you need is love and comfort. I'll let you in on a little secret. That's all I ever wanted my whole life. Someone to come along and make me feel cared for, cherished. Who knows, Kristina? Maybe I've been going about this all the wrong way, huh? I mean, you make me pretty happy. You know that? In fact, just sitting there watching you eating, drinking, and pretty much doing nothing makes me pretty happy. Who knows -- maybe someday, it'll be me and you against the world, huh? Or maybe I'll have a little girl of my own. One just like you.