General Hospital Transcript Tuesday 12/31/02
Carly: I'm impressed.
Ric: There, you see? We lawyers are good for some things after all, huh?
Carly: All right.
Ric: Oh, you want to go first?
Carly: Yeah, I always want to go first. Get out of my way.
Ric: Okay. Watch your step.
Carly: All right.
Carly: Oh, my God.
Carly: I am glad you're seeing this. Otherwise, I would think I'm losing my mind.
Ric: No, no, no, no. You're right. I see it. It's all there.
Carly: How can this be?
Woman: New Year’s Eve, 1926. That's what you're looking at. Hmm. 12:01 A.M. That's when it all stopped.
Carly: You know about this place?
Woman: Everything there is to know. That New Year’s Eve was opening night and closing night. But for the few hours in between, it was truly glorious.
Sonny: Those are some nice set of gams you're packing.
Carly: Oh, my. Don't you look divine.
Sonny: What do you think of your club?
Carly: I'm overwhelmed, giddy, delirious with joy.
Sonny: Does that mean you're happy?
Carly: Well, almost as happy as the day I married you. Boy, I was smart. A friend told me, "You stay away from that Marco because he's trouble with a capital M."
Marco: Lucky for me you never listen.
Carly: Because I knew your heart. No one's is bigger, more generous, more loving. You've given me everything, Marco. And just when I thought it wasn't possible for a woman to want anything more, you give me this.
Marco: Don't examine my motives too closely. I'm a selfish man. I'll do just about anything to put that smile back on your face.
Carly: Oh, you won't be sorry because tonight is going to be big, boffo, once-in-a-lifetime big.
Carly: And it's just the beginning. May I have our brand-new club's very first dance?
Marco: Yes, you may.
Woman: We were young, in love, and so unaware.
Man: Tonight's the night. Finally, we take care of that miserable punk.
Second man: It's been enough. He's controlled the waterfront way too long.
First man: Strutting around like he owns the world. Enjoy your New Year's Eve, big man. Then kiss that pretty wife bye-bye.
Second man: We'll have to make a point of expressing our condolences to the widow.
Michael: Bang! Bang! Bang! You're all dead!
Man: Beat it, kid! And stop sneaking up on people like that, or you'll be the one who ends up dead.
A.J.: You all set?
Man: You bet, boss.
Second man: We're raring to go.
A.J.: That's what I want to hear. Now, you boys make sure you hit who you're aiming for. Marco dies tonight.
Jason: Whoa! Where are you going in such a hurry?
Michael: I have to see my dad right away.
Jason: Do you have an appointment?
Jason: Well, because your dad's a very important man. He doesn't see anyone without an appointment.
Michael: He'll see me. I'm his kid.
Jason: All right, I'm going to let you go, but you have to slow down. You don't want to take a header down the stairs.
Jason: Am I supposed to guess?
Jason: Clara bow.
Jason: Mary Pickford.
Courtney: No, and it's not Greta Garbo, either.
Jason: Hmm. Wait, I think I recognize the voice. It's Violet.
Jason: You look beautiful, like always.
Violet: And you look like you want to rip that suit right off your back.
Violet: Hold still. Let me straighten your tie.
Jason: Yeah, whoever thought it was a good idea to wear a noose around your neck?
Violet: Oh, some woman who noticed how good her man looked, like you. You look dreamy.
Jason: Hmm, okay.
Violet: Let's leave. Right now.
Violet: Let's forget about the club opening. Let's forget about everything and everybody. We'll just hop in the car and we'll drive until we get to the justice of the peace in Niagara Falls.
Jason: Wait, you want to elope now?
Violet: This minute.
Jason: We can't.
Violet: Give me one good reason why not.
Jason: I'll give you three good reasons why. Marco's your brother, he's my boss, and opening this club is very important to Catherine.
Jason: We have to be here.
Violet: Well, maybe Marco will be so involved he won't even notice we're missing.
Jason: He'll notice, and it's not a smart idea to start our married life on his bad side.
Violet: Okay. But as soon as the clock strikes midnight --
Jason: Niagara Falls, here we come.
Catherine: Hey, honey!
Michael: You know I don't like that mushy stuff.
Catherine: No. Ugh! Talk about ugh! Somebody hasn't washed.
Michael: I will, but, first, I have to give Daddy something.
Marco: Good job, little man. What?
Michael: You said you'd pay me.
Marco: What if I don't have the cash?
Michael: Interest compounds daily.
Marco: That's my boy.
Michael: Thanks, Dad.
Catherine: "Interest compounds daily"?
Marco: What? He's his father's son.
Catherine: So, what's in the box?
Marco: I'm about to show you. It's an important night for you. I wanted you to have something you can remember it by.
Catherine: Oh, my, Marco. It's stunning. Is it real?
Marco: Would I give you anything less? They're diamonds, they're real, and they're forever, just like you and me.
Old Catherine: I really believed him. I thought we had forever.
Ric: So, this was your club.
Old Catherine: Oh. Mine and Marco’s.
Carly: How did you know we were down here?
Old Catherine: Oh, I live across the street. I guess I couldn't bear to leave it. I saw the activity, and I had to come over. Maybe I shouldn't have. Standing here is a mixed blessing. Everything is so crystal clear. The joy, the exhilaration, the love, the very fun of it. But there's a flip side. The pain is still here.
Carly: What exactly happened that night?
Old Catherine: The very thing none of us anticipated. There was such excitement in the air. I remember thinking it probably felt like the theater on opening night.
Marco: Look at this place. Can you believe it?
Jason: It's a long way from where we started.
Marco: Who would have ever thought I'd own a classy joint like this one day?
Jason: You married a classy lady.
Marco: That I did. You've been some class act yourself there, Joe. You stuck by me through hell and back.
Joe: Look, Marco, if it wasn't for you, I never would have gotten out of that orphanage. I owe you. You gave me a job, a life. My loyalty is a fact.
Marco: Hand me your gun.
Marco: You don't need to work tonight. We've got other people on duty. Enjoy yourself.
Joe: No. I don't like being unarmed.
Marco: I don't think you understand. This is an order. It'll be fine. Hand over the gun. Paul.
Paul: Ahem. Yes. Do you need something, boss?
Marco: Yeah. Put this in the safe. Joe's not working tonight. He's not going to need it.
Paul: Well, then we're off to an excellent start.
Marco: College boy. He thinks we'll go legit one day.
Joe: That's what too much schooling will get you -- stupid.
Catherine: You're pulling my leg.
Violet: I'm dead serious.
Catherine: You and Joe are going really to do it? You're going to tie the knot tonight?
Violet: Yeah. We're taking off tonight, the second after the clock strikes midnight.
Catherine: Oh, this is fabulous news. This night just keeps getting better and better. You know, I told rummy Joe he was a goner the minute he laid eyes on you. Oh, Violet, I'm so happy for you both.
Violet: I know. I only hope Marco feels the same way.
Catherine: You kids go get hitched. Leave your brother to me. Uh-oh.
Michael: Hey, Mr. Murphy. You look swell.
Mr. Murphy: Hey, you look pretty good yourself, kid.
Catherine: Leave him alone.
Mr. Murphy: The kid just wanted to say hello.
Catherine: Then you walk away. I don't want you speaking with my son.
Mr. Murphy: Talk to the kid. He approached me.
Catherine: That's what I intend to do. How many times have I told you not to talk to that horrible man?
Mr. Murphy: Nice place. I think I'll stay a while, take in the ambiance, see if I feel at home.
Marco: Think again. This party's invitation only.
Mr. Murphy: Not the way I heard it.
Joe: That's the way it is. Take your muscle and get out.
Mr. Murphy: Fine. Don't want to be sociable? Riding high, aren't you, Marco? Hmm? New place, lots of vigorish building up. Let's not forget the waterfront you stole from me. I never do.
Marco: What's your point?
Mr. Murphy: It's a hard fall down. That's all I'm saying. Hey, gorgeous.
Violet: Take your hand off me!
Mr. Murphy: Sorry. Wasn't handling the merchandise. I just wanted to get your attention to say if you ever get bored with your brother's bodyguard and decide you want a real man -- good evening, fellows. Boys?
Old Catherine: For the first time that night, I had a bad feeling. But it was fleeting. After all, Murphy was gone without a single glass being broken. And the party was in full swing. We were young, immortal. What could possibly go wrong? We were just about to find out.
[Old Catherine screams]
Carly: Here you go.
Ric: Here you are.
Old Catherine: Thank you.
Carly: Are you sure you're okay?
Old Catherine: Oh, I'm fine. But I must have scared the wits out of you. How did you happen to find this place?
Ric: We've been doing research on the building.
Carly: Yeah, Ric and I are partners, and sometimes he does some work for my husband.
Old Catherine: Oh, then you're married.
Carly: Yes, very much.
Old Catherine: And you?
Ric: Not yet, but I have hopes.
Old Catherine: Well, there's nothing like it, giving one your love and admiration. Hmm. And you love your husband every day as though it were the last.
Carly: I try to. You see, I know a little bit about unexpected danger.
Old Catherine: Yes, I expect you do.
Carly: No offense, but you seem tired, and we would be happy to see you home.
Old Catherine: No. I have a story to tell. And for some reason, I want to tell it to you.
Carly: All right.
Old Catherine: Well, the opening was a success beyond our wildest dreams. And Marco and I dreamed big. That night the dreams all came true.
Old Catherine: Such a turnout, you wouldn't believe it. Senators, congressmen, movie stars, regular people from the neighborhood. With all due modesty, I have to say not a woman in that room could hold a candle to me.
Marco: I'm proud of you, baby. Look what you did.
Catherine: We did it.
Marco: I just gave you the means. This place is here because you invented it.
Catherine: Well, I was inspired.
Marco: Stop trying to give me credit and just take a bow now, will you?
Catherine: All right.
Violet: Daddy! Do you recognize all the movie stars? Over there, it's Douglas Fairbanks!
Mike: Oh, I do believe you're right.
Violet: I never thought that I would ever be in a place like this, I mean, much less as part of a family who owns it.
Mike: Yes. Well, your brother's done well for himself, I'll give him that, but, you know, it's a far cry from the days that he was running the numbers.
Violet: Daddy, you're aren't going to start a fight with Marco and use it as an excuse to get drunk, are you? Because I swear, Daddy, I will die right here of embarrassment.
Mike: No, darling, darling. Darling, don't worry. I won't ruin things.
Joe: Can I steal your daughter? For this dance, I mean?
Mike: Oh, ha! As long as -- as long as you bring her back -- hey! Oh!
Old Catherine: They were like something out of a book, or the moving pictures. Violet and Joe’s love was so real, you could almost walk up and touch it.
Joe: Got the Packard gassed and ready to go. It's your last chance if you want to get out of this.
Violet: That'll never happen.
Joe: Something's bothering you. What is it?
Violet: Not us. It's Marco. I was wondering if maybe we should tell him that we're getting married tonight.
Joe: He's got enough on his plate. We'll tell him with everyone else.
Violet: He'll be happy for us, won't he?
Joe: Sure, he will.
Edward: Hello, there, my boy. I read a piece in "The Herald" the other day that those things can kill you.
Mr. Murphy: So can the next bus driving by.
Edward: Always with the smart remarks. What happened to you, Murphy?
Mr. Murphy: Not this again.
Edward: You were always a good boy. You were honest and you were self-respecting and you were God fearing.
Mr. Murphy: Yeah, well, that was a long time ago, Father.
Priest: Oh, but it's never too late to change your path in life.
Mr. Murphy: When are you going to realize it's too late to save this old soul, huh?
Priest: I can always try. Say, why don't you come to New Year’s mass with me? It's a great night. We can walk together, huh?
Mr. Murphy: Sorry. I got plans of my own this evening, starting with all the gin I can drink and all the women I can handle.
Priest: Well, I'll -- I'll pray for you, son.
[Cheers and applause]
Catherine: Hello! Hello! Welcome! Is everyone having a good time?
Catherine: Oh, good! We want to keep it that way. So laugh, drink, dance. Just be happy. And at midnight, we're going to ring in the best year yet.
Band members: Where bright angel feet have trod with its crystal tide forever flowing by the throne of God?
Alexis: Shame on all of you who have gathered here in this house of sin!
[Crowd jeers and boos]
Alexis: Repent! Repent! Repent, sinners! Turn away from the demon rum!
Ned: Go away! Leave the people in peace!
Alexis: Lenny? Is that you?
Lenny: Chastity? Well, wha-- what are you doing here?
Faith: You know this dame?
Lenny: Ah, well -- well, actually, that's not a dame. That is my wife!
Faith: That explains a lot!
Chastity: Who is this hussy, and why is she hanging all over your arm? You're drunk!
Faith: Who are you calling a hussy? And if you were giving poor Lenny here what he needed at home, he wouldn't have to step out with me.
Lenny: We're going home!
Taggert: Everybody freeze!
Scott: This is a raid! Nobody move!
Catherine: What do you think you're doing, barging into my club like this?
Marco: Mayor Tom, welcome to our new establishment.
Tom: Listen, you stooge, I'm not here to play patty-cake. This is a raid. I'm rounding everybody up and they're going downtown.
Marco: Well, there must be some kind of misunderstanding.
Tom: Oh, that's always a possibility.
Marco: Why don't we clear it up?
Tom: Keep your breeches on, boys. I'm all ears.
Marco: For starters, here's a nice contribution to your re-election campaign. There's a new car in it if you and your friends leave quietly.
Tom: Can you make it a Packard? All right, boys, just a misunderstanding. Everybody enjoy your New Year’s.
Marco: Happy New Year, Mayor.
Tom: Right back at you. All right, let's get out of here.
Catherine: Nice work, just in the nick of time.
Old Catherine: Did I mention New Year's was my favorite holiday. I never dreamed a year could begin with such unspeakable tragedy.
Old Catherine: Young man, would you help me up?
Marco: You look radiant tonight, like you're lit from within.
Catherine: Well, I've never been happier. And why shouldn't I be? I have everything I've ever wanted right in my arms.
Faith: Poor poopsie. If only I'd known how miserable you've be, I wouldn't have given you such a hard time.
Lenny: I don't like to whine. It's not manly.
Faith: Did you mean what you said before about getting a divorce?
Lenny: You betcha. From now on, no more sneaking around. You're officially my girl.
Faith: Oh, Lenny.
Joe: You know I'm not good at fancy words. You remember how long it took me to tell you how much I love you?
Violet: Well, it was worth the wait.
Joe: You changed everything for me, Violet. I love you so much.
Violet: I love you, too.
Catherine: They look so happy, don't they?
Marco: Like newlyweds.
Catherine: You know?
Marco: Nothing gets by me.
Catherine: You're not upset?
Marco: Do I look upset?
Catherine: No, and I'm shocked.
Marco: I know it took me a long time to accept my baby sister with Joe. I want her to be safe, but Joe’s the best friend I ever had. They're in love and I'm happy.
Paul: All right, all right, all right. It's that time, people!
[Cheers and applause]
Paul: Time to ring out the old and bring in the new!
Paul: So let's count it down, all right?
All: 10, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one -- Happy New Year! Whoo!
Catherine: Marco! Oh, God! Please, God! Please let him be okay! Marco?
Violet: Joe? Oh, my God! No, don't -- don't die on me, Joe. No, don't die, Joe.
Joe: I -- I -- I love -- I love you.
Violet: No. No. No!
Ric: Come on. Sit down, all right?
Old Catherine: Joe died right here on the dance floor. We all died a little bit that night. Joe was the heart of our little family. I don't think we realized it until he was gone. All the life went out of Marco, like he turned to stone. Violet hurt the most.
Old Catherine: After Joe was gone, that girl was never the same.
Violet: No! No!
Old Catherine: It only took a few weeks for her to break. She never recovered.
Old Catherine: That's when my Marco slipped away. His sister, gone. Best friend, gone. He became consumed by the losses. Every day, he went further and further into his own pain and need for revenge. Marco got his revenge. He didn't even try to get away. Marco didn't care. He just stood there and waited for the cops to take him.
Old Catherine: Marco got a life sentence, refused visitors. He died in prison. No one will ever convince me he didn't die of a broken heart. Our beautiful little boy was devastated. I knew if I kept him with me, he'd fall into his father's life, so I did what was best for him. Father McBride was very helpful. He made all the arrangements. I told my baby he had to go with Father. He actually let me hug him.
Father McBride: I'm sorry. It's time to go. I'm so sorry.
Old Catherine: Father McBride assured me my little boy was going to a good family, that he'd be well taken care of.
Old Catherine: I never saw my son again. As for the club, that was the end of it. Opening night was closing night. There was nothing left.
Old Catherine: New Year’s Eve, our lives stopped just like that clock on the wall. But I had lived more in those hours before midnight than I ever have since.
Ric: That's quite a story.
Carly: Thank you for sharing it.
Old Catherine: Well, thank you for listening to an old woman ramble. There's one more thing. I'd like you to have this.
Carly: That -- this is your -- your gift from Marco.
Old Catherine: Yes.
Carly: I'm flattered, but I don't understand why you want to give it to me.
Old Catherine: Maybe it's because you remind me of my other self. I can't take it with me. It was a gift of love, and I'd like someone who understands to have it. It would please me very much if you would take it.
Carly: I don't know what to say. I'll treasure it always.
Old Catherine: And now, young man, would you do me the honor of escorting me home? I'm tired and I'd like to go home.
Ric: It'll be my pleasure.
Carly: I will never forget you and what happened here.
Sonny: Carly? You okay? What is this place? Hey.
Sonny: What happened?
Carly: Nothing. I'm just -- I'm just very happy to see you, that's all.
Carly: And you, too. Come here.
Jason: It's okay.
Carly: Have I told you lately how much I love you and that you are my best friend?
Jason: Yeah, yeah, Carly. You tell me all the time.
Sonny: How'd you find this place?
Carly: I checked some blueprints, knocked down the wall. What do you think? It was an old speakeasy back in the 1920S.
Sonny: You thinking of putting your new club here?
Carly: Just answer me a question, both of you. Do you believe in fate and destiny?
Sonny: I think you make your own.
Jason: Yeah, I'd have to agree with that, yeah.
Carly: I was hoping you'd say that.
Sonny: You know what? We got to -- we got to get to Michael’s. He told him he could stay up till midnight so we could all watch the fireworks again.
Carly: Fireworks, good.
Sonny: So --
Carly: So, all of us, right? You're coming, too?
Jason: Yeah, I'm --
Sonny: All right, let's go. My kid's waiting.
Carly: Let's go.
On the next "General Hospital" --
Luke: Job offer's off. Go on home.
Skye: I am an eyewitness.
Scott: You're a drunk and you're a scorned wife.
Carly: You didn't see Sonny downstairs, did you?
Sonny: You have any idea where Jason is?
Courtney: What's wrong?
Jason: You tried to save me. That can't happen again.