March 8, 2006 Transcript
"I Want Closure"

Ric: Richard Lansing and Alexis Davis. We have an appointment to see Mr. Oliver.

Secretary: Yes, sir.

Ric: Thank you.

Alexis: In case I forgot to mention this, I'm really glad that you're with me on this, because if you didn't find that law firm, we wouldn't stand a chance.

Ric: Well, Walton-Bigelow is one of the oldest, most prestigious law firms in all of Manhattan. It just makes sense that Mikkos would have used them for all of his U.S. business.

Alexis: Sad to report that that's how my father felt when he arranged for my daughter -- which would be his granddaughter -- to be adopted, as if it were some sort of ordinary business transaction.

Ric: Well, the good news is that Edmund Oliver is still practicing. He's the one who handled the adoption. He can tell us where your daughter is.

Alexis: He is very close to retirement. What if he gets the facts wrong?

Man: I'm Edmund Oliver. How can I help you?

Alexis: I believe that you handled the adoption of my daughter.

Sam: Stan hasn't called yet. He must have hit a dead end.

Jason: Well, he found Danny’s birth certificate. He's going to find yours, too. Just give him some time.

Sam: Oh, I must have picked up the phone three times to tell him to stop looking.

[Knock on door]

Sam: Ok, why did you show up instead of calling? Is something wrong?

Sam: All right, so what's the bad news?

Stan: There were only three girls born on May 11, 1980 in Maine and none of them was adopted.

Sam: Ok, well, then I was wrong. I was born someplace else.

Jason: Ok, what about private adoptions?

Stan: Those records would be sealed. I could try to locate them, but with what we have to go on, it's going to take a long time.

Jason: Ok, then I want you to start with private facilities -- clinics, hospitals, shelters -- anyplace that people might go for private adoptions. Support groups, family law attorneys, ones who have been practicing in the area since 1980.

Stan: Needle in a haystack, but I'll try.

Jason: Ok, thanks.

Stan: Right.

[Door opens and closes]

Sam: I shouldn't have gotten my hopes up. It's obvious my mother never wanted me to find her.

Edmund: I couldn't have arranged your daughter's adoption. I'm a contracts attorney.

Alexis: It would have been a favor to one of your clients -- the late Mikkos Cassadine. I'm his daughter.

Edmund: I remember Mr. Cassadine. But I also recall he had no daughter.

Alexis: I was illegitimate. At the time, my father referred to me as his niece. He arranged for me to be sent to a clinic in Chatham, Maine. I gave birth to a little girl on May 11, 1980, and records show that you handled the adoption.

Edmund: I'm sorry, Ms. --

Alexis: Davis. It was Davidovitch. Alexis Davidovitch.

Edmund: I'm sorry, none of this sounds familiar. Perhaps you should try the clinic in Maine.

Ric: Well, we did, and we found your name in the file.

Edmund: Any work I did for Mr. Cassadine is protected by client confidentiality.

Ric: Yes, of course it is. Excuse me for a second. I need to make a phone call. I'll be back.

[Opens and closes door]

Alexis: Mr. Oliver, you're my last hope. There's nowhere else that I can go to to get this information. I don't want to interfere or interrupt her life; I just want to find out if she's ok. Please? Would you please help me?

Ric: Yeah. Yeah, it looks like I'm going to need your help, after all.

Jason: You're assuming your mother didn't want you to be able to find her, but there could be a lot of reasons for these dead ends.

Sam: True.

Jason: And we're going to get the answers when we find her.

Sam: If we find her. I honestly -- I just -- I can't think about this anymore. I need something to put it out of my mind.

Alexis: Mr. Oliver, I am so grateful for what you have already done for me. You had me sent to a good and a safe facility, and I have every reason to believe you had the baby placed in a fine home.

Edmund: I can't comment on any work I did for the late Mikkos Cassadine.

Alexis: I don't want to disrupt her life; I just want to know that she's all right. I promise you, I won't contact her. I just -- I want closure.

Edmund: I can't breach client confidentiality for any reason.

Alexis: My father is dead. He can't sue you from the grave.

Edmund: I'm sorry, I can't help you. All of my Cassadine records are confidential. Besides, they were warehoused many years ago.

Ric: You know what, Mr. Oliver? We completely understand your position. Thank you so much for your valuable time.

Edmund: Have a good day.

Ric: Come on. It's all right. Come on, let's go.

Alexis: He was the only lead that we had.

Ric: Oliver was never going to give us those files, ok? Never going to give us any information. But she might. Hey!

WoMan: Ricky Lansing. Oh, it's been far too long.

[Ric chuckles]

WoMan: You look great, Ricky.

Ric: You look better.

WoMan: We always talked about working here in the big city, didn't we?

Ric: Yeah.

WoMan: The arts, the theater, the nightlife. It is a lot more exciting than Boston.

Ric: Yeah, absolutely. Claire and I went to Harvard together.

Claire: Oh, I owe Ricky big-time for all those late-night sessions in our law journal days.

Ric: Yeah. Yeah, I would say so. Claire's a junior partner here at Walton-Bigelow. I just thought I'd give her a call and see if she'd come down and meet me.

Claire: Claire Lundquist.

Ric: I'm so sorry. Yeah, I'm sitting here talking this whole time. Claire Lundquist, obviously. This is my cousin, Frances Runkle. Frances is in town for a vacation in New York, so I just thought she'd kind of tag along and follow me around for my day.

Claire: I bet all your friends had crushes on him, didn't they?

Alexis: Actually, I think it was Ric who did the flirting.

Ric: Hey, listen -- um -- I'd love to catch up. Do you have time for a drink?

Claire: Absolutely.

Ric: Ok.

Alexis: Good. Fun to sit in on you two reminiscing about the school days, and he used to talk about Harvard all the time, how the girls were very smart, but they weren't very pretty.

Ric: I never -- never said that.

Alexis: But you didn't tell me you had such a pretty friend.

Ric: Yeah -- you know what, we don't want to bore you, Frances.

Alexis: Oh.

Ric: So why don't we all go down the elevator together, and then you can go shopping, and we'll meet you later. Ok?

Alexis: Great. That sounds fun.

Ric: Good.

Alexis: Ok.

Ric: Ok. Hey, do you remember that time we did moot court, and we took opposite sides of the libel case?

Claire: Oh, you were so good; I was totally intimidated.

Ric: No, you were brilliant. I've never seen litigating like that in my life. I was thinking of giving it up.

Claire: Oh --

Claire: What files are you looking for?

Ric: Paperwork on a personal adoption that took place on May 11, 1980 in Chatham, Maine.

Claire: Is this personal?

Ric: I've been retained by Nikolas Cassadine. He's searching for a potential cousin. His grandfather Mikkos handled the adoption, as -- as well as your senior partner, but Mr. Oliver doesn't seem to want to give me that information.

Man: Hey, babe, can I treat you to a drink?

Alexis: Oh, no, thank you.

Man: No? A beautiful lady --

Alexis: Unless you want to be sued for sexual harassment, I suggest you back off.

Claire: The files must be in the archives. It shouldn't be a problem to find them.

Ric: Look, I don't want you to get in any trouble.

Claire: Don't worry. What are old friends for, hmm? Your wife's a very lucky woman, Ricky. I hope she knows that.

Ric: Yeah, I hope she does, too.

Claire: Give me 30 minutes.

Ric: Thanks.

Alexis: I hope whatever it was that you were doing with Claire had something to do with finding my daughter.

Ric: The whole purpose of this exercise is to help you find your daughter.

Alexis: Yes, I know that, but you didn't have to enjoy yourself quite so much in the process. What convenient explanation do you have for referring to me as your cousin Frances?

Ric: To make it seem like a professional favor. This way, Claire is more inclined to help us out.

Alexis: Ok. You could have told me that you knew a lawyer that worked at Oliver’s firm.

Ric: Alexis, I was saving Claire as a last resort in case Oliver wasn't going to give us the information, which I knew he wouldn’t. I know how important this is to you.

Alexis: Thank you.

Ric: And in a way, I feel like I'm trying to right a wrong in my own past. If my mother had tried to track me down the way you're trying to track down your daughter right now, then maybe I would have been able to let go of the resentment that I've been carrying around for all these years.

Alexis: I get it. I do.

Ric: Ok.

Alexis: What if Claire wants you to show your gratitude?

Ric: Oh, God. You know what? We have never been more than friends. And if you would have eavesdropped a little bit better, you would have known that by now.

Alexis: Ok, if you say so, Ricky.

Ric: Here she comes. Ok, hide, please?

Alexis: Oh, for God's sake.

Ric: Hey, listen, that's my wife right there. Don't go near her. I know people who could have you killed.

Alexis: Hmm.

Ric: Hey.

Claire: This is it. The complete file on the Cassadine baby who was given up for adoption.

Ric: Thanks a lot, Claire. I owe you one.

Claire: Ah, call it even. I owe you big-time for all your help in law school.

Ric: Listen, I'll get this back to you ASAP.

Claire: I hope it helps.

Ric: Thanks. I think you should be the one to open this.

Alexis: The truth about my baby is in this file.

Ric: Do you want to open it?

Alexis: Suddenly, I'm not so sure that I should. Oh, my God, that's impossible.