GH Transcript Monday 11/23/09

General Hospital Transcript Monday 11/23/09

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[Franco grunts]

Maxie: What the hell!

Franco: This is harder than it looks.

Maxie: Um, you need to get out of there.

Franco: I think the S.I.D. guys got it all wrong. He wouldn't have died this way. Cheating husband blown away by his wife -- I'm thinking something more like -- this.

Maxie: Are you crazy? You can't be in there. This is a work of art.

Franco: And how do you know?

Maxie: Well, everyone says so.

Franco: Then it must be. Join me?

Sam: Wow. You should wear suits more often.

Jason: Where to?

Sam: Good point. But you still look -- really good.

Jason: So do you.

Sam: I was thinking maybe I could help you get out of it later.

Jason: I'm gonna count on that.

Sam: Good.

Jason: Because I don't think this plan's gonna work.

Sam: Why do you say that?

Jason: I appreciate the effort to cover for me, but nobody in Port Charles is gonna believe that I want to go to an art exhibit.

Sam: Oh, no, no, no. See, I have the perfect cover. Spinelli and I are providing security for the art show, and who better to consult with than you?

Jason: Thank you.

Sam: Hmm. You're welcome.

Jason: Hmm.

Lucky: Great timing. Looks like 5 more minutes and would have missed you.

[Knock on door]

Lulu: Uh -- coming. [Grunts] [Knocking] Coming, coming, coming. Sorry.

Dominic: Wow. You look amazing.

Lulu: Thank you.

Dominic: No, I mean, freakin' unreal.

Lulu: Thank you. Uh, what are you doing here?

Dominic: Well, I was hoping you might feel like broadening my admittedly limited horizons, expose me to a little culture and hope it sticks. The Proett Art Gallery thing -- I'd like to take you.

Lulu: Oh, I get it. You need an alibi.

Olivia: Hey, God -- it's me -- Olivia, once again in the center of a disaster of my own making. I know I don't do this enough. I know. You're probably used to people only coming to you when, uh, they're really in big trouble. So I am hoping that, um -- you'll forgive me my transgressions -- [Sighs] And you'll just give me some clue as to what the hell I am -- sorry. I don't know what to do here. I'm floundering, I mean, this is ridiculous. I mean, do I -- do I tell Sonny that Dante's his kid before John tells him he's a cop? Do I just -- do I do nothing -- let your will be done? I mean -- [Knock on door] God -- Okay. I guess I should answer that, right? It could be the sign I'm looking for.

Franco: Come on, you can do it. One step at a time.

Maxie: Okay. Give me your hand.

Franco: Now, if I thought for one second that that was a sexual overture --

Maxie: Oh! I swear to God, if you don't get out of here right now, I'm going to call security.

Franco: Cool. Performance art.

Maxie: Oh! Oh, what's Franco gonna say?

Franco: He likes it. He really likes it.

Maxie: Please, you don't know this guy. He's a notorious perfectionist. I heard one time he destroyed an entire art gallery because they hung one of his paintings upside down.

Franco: How could you tell?

Maxie: I don't know. I'm not an art critic, I am a fashion expert. I had no idea who this pompous twit even was until my magazine editor made me swear I would throw my skirt over my head so we could get an exclusive with this guy.

Franco: I love the visual.

Maxie: All right, come on, seriously. What are you doing here? Are you like a fan of this guy's or something?

Franco: Uh, he and I go way back. Which is why I can guarantee that the artist known as Franco won't mind that you trashed his masterpiece.

Maxie: That I trashed it? Wow. I wasn't the one lounging around here like I owned -- the place.

Franco: Yeah? Use your words. Sounds like --

Maxie: Well, you're either a psychopath who doesn't give a damn what happens to him or ---

Franco: Why does it have to be one or the other?

Maxie: No! Really? You can't be him, right?

Franco: Pompous twit, at your service.

Maxie: Oh --

[Franco chuckles]

Jax: Hey. Thanks for coming.

Robin: Thanks.

Patrick: Robin wouldn't miss it.

Jax: Really? Are you familiar with Franco's work?

Robin: Not really his work, but more of the legend. He was famous when I was living in Paris.

Jax: Oh.

Robin: And it's interesting, nobody knows what he looks like.

Patrick: Yeah, it's gotta be a pretty big deal for "Crimson."

Jax: Well, all things to Kate. Should be around here somewhere. She's relentless when she sets her mind to something. I think she wants to try to rope Franco into a photo shoot next.

Robin: Ooh, good luck with that.

Jax: Yeah, but after seeing this guy's art, I'm not so sure. Maybe we should keep a healthy distance, if you know what I mean.

Luke: I can't believe I let you talk me into coming to an art exhibit. Remind me again why.

Tracy: Two reasons -- first of all, because I asked you and that should be enough. And second of all, because this exhibit is important to "Crimson," and "Crimson" is important to Lulu, and perhaps if we keep Lulu concentrated on her work, she will be less concentrated on that junior thug Dominic.

Luke: Well, this is inspired. [Laughs] It takes a truly twisted soul to come up with crap like this and call it art. You know, this evening may not be as tedious as I expected.

Tracy: Whoo!

Olivia: It's late, Sonny. What do you want?

Sonny: Actually, it's not that late. I was hoping that you'd -- Ah, I just need the pleasure of your company. You gonna let me in?

Olivia: Uh, I don't think I want to do that. What's your business?:

Sonny: I was just hoping that you would go to a gallery opening with me.

Olivia: A gallery opening.

Sonny: Yeah. It has something to do with "Crimson" and Kate. We'd be showing our support.

Olivia: No.

Sonny: I really wish you'd reconsider.

Olivia: What are you doing here, really? I mean, you drop out of the sky with this completely uncharacteristic invitation. What are you doing?

Sonny: Okay, if you want the reason, can I come in and I'll tell you?

Olivia: I hope that it won't take long.

Sonny: No, I'll be as concise as possible. There was an attempt made on my life this afternoon. Cops are out there. They're going to be asking questions. I tried to make it look like I'm, you know, I'm living my life like nothing happened.

Olivia: Why didn't you say so?

Sonny: I just did. Can you help me?

Olivia: No.

Sonny: Okay, well, look. I swear to you -- I had nothing to do with this violence. Actually, I'm the victim.

[Olivia scoffs]

Sonny: No, no, I'm serious.

Olivia: That's almost funny. Who are the other victims, Sonny? 'Cause it's never just you.

Sonny: Okay, Johnny's all right. I know that's all you care about. Dominic --

Olivia: What about him?

Sonny: He saved my life.

Olivia: Well, he's a pretty handy guy to have around.

Sonny: He's a great guy. [Sighs] I promise you. Listen, I went to the meeting to broker a truce. I had nothing to do with the violence. Will you come through for me here, please?

Dominic: Well, I was supposed to take you to the opera, remember? But we never made it. So, you know, an art show, it's the next best thing, same ballpark. Highbrow, fancy, dripping with incomprehensible meaning.

Lulu: You're dodging the question. Which leads me to believe that I'm right, you do need an alibi. But you are an undercover cop, so you actually wouldn't need an alibi, that is. You would just tell your fellow detectives the truth about whatever happened. because something happened, right? And that leads me to my next question, why involve me, your perfect little innocent citizen, unless that's part of your undercover cover. To use me as an alibi, because if you weren't a cop and you really were the mobster that you pretend to be, then you really wouldn't need one.

Dominic: Do you get a headache from doing all this over-thinking?

Lulu: I heard sirens an hour ago. Admit it, you were involved in something.

Dominic: Okay. That was the four alarm blaze burning in my heart for you.

Sam: Lucky, um, if this could possibly wait tonight, it's really important to me. McCall and Jackal were hired for security consulting at Kate Howard's gallery showing tonight.

Lucky: Oh, congratulations, that's quite a coup.

Sam: Exactly. So you would understand why Jason and I are kind of in a hurry.

Lucky: Sure. Yeah, I don't need much time. How quickly we move along depends on how honest Jason's prepared to be. Four men were found dead on Front Street. Evidence suggests they were lying in wait for a target yet to be determined. But something went wrong. The target flipped the script and picked them off. That's exactly what happened. Spectacular display of shooting proficiency. The way I see it, one guy stood out in the open. No cover. He fired with perfect precision. No fear.

Jason: Interesting.

Lucky: Yeah. I thought so. And if it turns out the gun in question is an unmarked, untraceable Beretta 9mm, I pick you for the shooter.

Jason: Why not? You always do.

Lucky: Except this time, the usual pieces don't fit.

Maxie: That's not going to work, you know.

Franco: What?

Maxie: Pretending to be someone famous just to get me into bed.

Franco: What would get you into bed?

Maxie: You can't be Franco. He lives in the south of France in some to-die-for chateau with topless women laying out on beaches.

Franco: That's in Tuscany. Although I do have a pied-a-terre on the South Bank. But if I told you where, I'd have to kill you.

Maxie: Prove it.

Franco: Okay.

Maxie: Keith Richard

Franco: Oh, damn, sorry. Here, try this.

Maxie: Hunter Thompson. Still dead.

Franco: Ha, well, who else but Franco would have passports under those names?

Maxie: I think you're full of crap.

Franco: All right. I've got just the thing. [Clears throat]

Maxie: No! No, no, no! Okay, I believe you! You're Franco! I -- well, if you're not him, we're both definitely going to jail.

Luke: You call that art?

Franco: Think you can do better?

Luke: Stand back, Picasso.

Maxie: Not you, too!

Luke: Observe genius unleashed. Your move, Rembrandt.

Franco: [Exhales] You want to know the difference between those two?

Luke: One's art, and one's yours?

Franco: I can walk out there right now and get 50 grand easy for that peace sign.

Luke: Really? When you put it like that, Salvador, I can see the appeal.

Maxie: Are you two quite finished? You just defaced a priceless art exhibit. And you, I mean, what kind of artist are you if you let just anyone stroll in here and mess with your work?

Franco: My work? Don't you mean Franco's?

Luke: I hear your boss coming, Maxie.

Maxie: Oh, my God, Kate's here? Oh, God, she's not going to believe this.

Luke: This is very expressive. Provocative. The outsider strikes back. Actually, score one for the marginalized. But it must be weird for you, you know? Having made your bones outside the loop, and now being the go-to guy for establishment art? Your work lurking down from the walls of the mantels of the people you used to despise? Actually, from the look of it, you still do. But their money's as green as anybody's, right? Must bend your head, though.

Franco: Art's like a mirror. It's pretty clear what you see.

Maxie: Thank God you're here, I really need you.

Lulu: Oh, no, what happened?

Maxie: Nothing yet, but disaster is looming. Franco is here. And he's seriously good looking, but very weird.

Lulu: Weird how?

Maxie: Well, uh, come see for yourself. There's safety in numbers.

Lulu: Are you freaking out right now?

Maxie: No. Everything's under control. Let's go.

Dominic: Well, I'll come, too, okay?

Maxie: On second thought, he doesn't like to be crowded. So maybe I should just go by myself.

Lulu: Okay, whatever you want.

Maxie: Come by the installation room later by yourself, so you can meet him as a "Crimson" employee. That way he won't feel gawked at.

Lulu: Sure

Maxie: And I might need to be rescued. Okay.

Lulu: [Chuckles] Poor Maxie. She thinks everything about "Crimson" is this -- [Chuckles] Okay, sweet, just walk away from me when I'm talking to you.

Dominic: Uh, what? Oh, I'm sorry. Just this art, it's kind of crazy, don't you think?

Lulu: Well, yeah.

Dominic: I mean, there's something about it. I'm just drawn to it.

Lulu: You like this stuff?

Dominic: Well, I don't know. It just seems really familiar.

Sonny: I really do appreciate you doing this for me.

Olivia: I agreed to go to an art opening because I don't have to perjure myself not to lie to the cops about being with you when I wasn't.

Sonny: I'm just hoping it doesn't get to that.

Olivia: Okay. Well, since I've made it this far, why don't you tell me what the hell actually happened?

Sonny: I set up a meeting with one of Zacchara's associates, Joey Limbo. We were going to talk about a truce. He double crossed me. We get out of the car and we walk right into an ambush. I'm supposed to be dead right now. I know that, you know, you'd be happier if I was.

Olivia: It would certainly make my life a whole lot less complicated.

Sonny: Really?

Olivia: Don't be ridiculous. Of course I'm glad you're still alive. Let's get out of here. What?

Sonny: Well, it's just that I wish that this wasn't just about plausible deniability, that you got all dolled up and all that ‘cause -- I was taking you out for real.

Lucky: Three men died of gunshot wounds. The cause of death for number four, Joey Limbo, is still uncertain. Forensics isn't back yet, but the preliminary theory is that an unknown person came up and stood on Joey's throat.

Sam: While he was laying there? Shot?

Lucky: Yeah, there's more. The body was posed.

Sam: Wait a minute, so you're telling me that some sicko crushed this guy's windpipe and then deliberately posed his body?

Lucky: And arranged it in a certain way for a certain effect. On his side, arms extended in an unnatural way. Now, unless you've taken a serious turn for the deranged, I can't figure you for something like that. You're more efficient. Go in, mow 'em down, clean it up and get out. Something very out of the ordinary's going on here. If you know anything about it, which you do, you might want to let us know. You have my cell. Have a good evening.

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Luke: So, uh, what's with this crime scene motif? You a closet cop?

Franco: Violence sells, right? That's what I'm all about, isn't it?

Luke: Hey, I got no objection to cash flow, man. It's the frauds and the hypocrites that stick up my craw.

Franco: I like it here in Port Charles. The folks are so friendly.

Luke: Well, you take these folksy fools to the cleaners, Mr. Warhol. It'll be fun. For all of us. And lucrative for you. But, it's pretty clear you don't know the first thing about real violence. You're dripping in fake blood, peddling your cheap thrills. You got that flush pocket crowd out there all lathered up, hot and bothered, titillated by images that if you came across them firsthand, you would wet your designer jeans.

[Franco laughs]

Max: Yeah. Head shot, close range, uh, 38 special.

Milo: Hmm, blunt object. See, no blood spatter, just a trickle.

Max: Ahh.

Milo: Even a small handgun would deposit brains all over the oriental.

Franco: Ahh. A pygmy blow dart, from the window. Guy hit his head on the side of the bed when he fell.

Max: Really?

Milo: I knew it.

Luke: You're listening to the master, boys. He shot a man in Reno once, just to watch him die.

Patrick: Oh, okay. What are you doing here?

Sonny: What, you don't think I'm a classy guy? I needed a night out.

Robin: Well, I'm glad that you decided to spend it here. Not just because it's good to see you as always, but maybe you'll like this guy's art.

Sonny: Uh -- the guy's pretty dark.

Tracy: Would you tell me what public enemy number one is doing on this guest list?

Jax: Well, that would have been Kate's call. She's editor and chief of "Crimson."

Tracy: You're the backer. And he or she who holds the purse strings holds the power. Just ask my husband.

Jax: Well, we have an arrangement? She gets free reign of "Crimson." Hence this entire exhibit. You know, Franco might be the flavor of the month, but he doesn't get my vote.

Tracy: Mystery solved.

Jax: What?

Tracy: She obviously wanted to match the guest list with the artwork. Let's see, dreary, blood-soaked and pretentious, ooh, who does that sound like?

Jax: [Chuckles] I think that describes Sonny perfectly.

Tracy: Good guess. Now tell me why somebody in law enforcement has not been able to put him behind bars for a lifetime?

Jax: Don't worry, someone will. Just a matter of time.

Spinelli: I hope Maximista is not displeased by the Jackal's tardiness. See, as a full partner in McCall and Jackal, l's it was my duty to follow through on all security, make sure everything was all in order.

Lulu: I wouldn't worry. I'm sure Maxie didn't even notice that you weren't here.

Dominic: Ouch.

Lulu: No, I didn't mean -- that came out wrong. No, no, no, no. What I mean is that Maxie has her hands full. She pulled Franco duty, which is like celebrity baby-sitting. She has to make sure all the red m&ms are all perfect and precise.

Spinelli: Well, actually, I am most admiring of the off-putting painter's work. It's original, and darkly explosive.

Dominic: Am I missing something here? I mean, look at that one. I know that's supposed to have some kind of profound meaning, but doesn't it just look like graffiti?

Spinelli: They're not really dead, right?

Sam: Oh, there's Spinelli, I'm going to go check in.

Jason: Whoa, whoa.

Sam: What?

Jason: You're leaving me?

Sam: Just for a minute. You just take in all this wonderfulness.

[Indistinct chatter]

[Jason exhales]

Robin: Well, now I know I'm living in an alternate reality. You and Sonny, both at an art show.

Jason: Can I ask you a question?

Robin: Mm-hmm.

Jason: What makes this art?

Maxie: You know, I'm kind of an artist myself.

Franco: I knew it the minute we met.

Maxie: Really? How?

Franco: You've got the look.

Maxie: What look?

Franco: Don't toy with me. You're an artist. I can tell. We all can. You see things others can't.

Maxie: Oh, right. That look. [Chuckles] So I was thinking, since you've dabbled in so many different types of media, have you ever done a fashion shoot?

Franco: No.

Franco: Piece of junk, if you ask me.

Maxie: I don't think Mr. Corinthos is interested in crime -- art. I meant art.

Sonny: I like it.

Franco: Why?

Sonny: It looks real.

Franco: And how would you know?

Sonny: I read a lot. This your work?

Franco: Since you like it, yeah.

Sonny: I would imagine a lot of research goes in something like that.

Franco: I read a lot.

Sonny: Gotta be careful, because, you know, you read too much, it clouds your thinking. Pretty soon, you don't know the difference between what's real and what you imagine.

[Franco exhales]

Maxie: Do you have any idea who that was?

Franco: No idea, but he had a pretty good read on me. I take it he's not an art fan.

Maxie: Hardly. But I feel like you two probably have a lot in common.

Sam: Lucky's guessing, just like we are. Why go around posing dead bodies?

Jason: I guess it's art to somebody.

Maxie: Do you know Jason Morgan?

Franco: Not yet. Tell me about him.

Maxie: He's one of Mr. Corinthos' associates. They're coffee importers.

Franco: I love coffee. Introduce me.

Maxie: Oh, I don't know if that would be such a good idea. See, Jason's not what you would call user friendly. And he doesn't know anything about art.

Franco: The best art is understood by the fewest number of people.

Maxie: Oh. okay. Well, you're incredibly popular. Does that mean you're not very good?

Franco: I'm good, but he may be better.

Maxie: He's not an artist.

Franco: Look again.

Maxie: [Sighs] He's got the look?

Franco: I want to meet him. Make it happen, or I will.

Maxie: You're welcome, and you owe me. Okay. So here's the deal. He's incredibly famous, incredibly weird, and my career depends on this. I have no idea why, but he wants to meet you.

Jason: Who?

Maxie: The death guy, Franco, over there. Look, if you could just be on your best behavior, and if you have to say something besides "nice to meet you," try, ooh, "you never really know life until you've faced death." That sounds right up your alley.

Jason: Maxie, I don't --

Maxie: Do you think you can go with him, in case he does something stupid, like acts like himself?

Sam: Well --

Jason: Why does he want to meet me?

Maxie: He said you're an interesting person. I don't know, and I don't really care. I just know I need him to do a photo shoot for "Crimson," so please.

Jason: No.

Maxie: Jason.

Jason: No.

Maxie: Well, the next time you need me to do a favor –

Maxie: I think Jason's just too intimidated to meet you.

Franco: Let's go.

Maxie: What?

Franco: I'm leaving. Come with me.

Maxie: Wait, what? You haven't even met Kate Howard yet!

Sonny: It's amazing what passes for art around here.

Luke: Never mind that. Look, the next time you want somebody to play Judas and lure someone to their death, don't call me.

Sonny: Luke, that's not what happened.

Luke: Well, what happened, Sonny? You told me you wanted me to set up a meeting with Limbo so that you can discuss a cease fire. The next thing I know, you stabbed me in the back and whacked him.

Sonny: I went there for peace. Joey Limbo pulled a fast one. He tried to ambush me.

Luke: Well, good. Then I guess you had to do it. At least now you're here, having a nice night out. Joey and his crew, however, are dead as mackerels.

Sonny: We managed to turn around. Max and Milo had them pinned and Jason did what he had to do but I gotta tell you -- nobody was supposed to die. I would never use you like that.

Luke: Well, I'm glad it worked out for you. For Joey, not so well. And for me -- I'm neutral, Sonny. I work hard to be neutral. We're friends. Don't ever use me as a foot soldier.

Jason: Hey, we have to go.

Spinelli: No, I still have to find Maximista --

Jason: No, we have to go right now.

Dominic: That does not bode well.

Maxie: So, uh, where are we going?

Franco: Depends on you.

Maxie: Okay. I know about this new bar.

Franco: [Clears throat] Put this on.

Maxie: [Chuckles] Doesn't really go with my outfit.

Franco: Over your eyes, like a blindfold.

Maxie: Why?

Franco: Well, I can't have you telling everyone how to get to my studio.

Maxie: We're going to your studio?

Franco: Can you put this on?

Maxie: But I don't even know anything about you.

Franco: Well, that's the point, right? To find out? At least so you can work me into giving you that magazine shoot?

Maxie: Exactly how hard are you suggesting I'm going to have to work?

Franco: Pull over. Have a good career. You be safe getting home, all right?

Maxie: It's just for security, right?

Franco: What else?

Maxie: Well, I love what you've done with the place. Can I take this thing off now?

Franco: What are you worried about?

Maxie: Creeps with blindfolds, for starters.

Franco: Come on, it's exciting. I mean, God knows where I am with a strange man. Anything can happen.

Maxie: Hence the worry.

Franco: Explore. You can't see. What do your other senses tell you?

Maxie: Okay, I've seen this movie, and if you start with the ice cubes, I am out of here.

Franco: No ice, I promise. Nothing will happen that you don't want.

Maxie: Okay, no, I'm really scared.

Franco: That’s my Aunt Harriet. She died last winter.

Maxie: That's it!

Franco: I'm sorry, sorry. It's a mannequin. I use it when I'm working on portraits. But if you want, you can take the blindfold off.

Maxie: What happens if I do that?

Franco: Nothing. I call you a cab and you go home.

Maxie: Can we just have, like, a normal conversation in some place familiar where I could see stuff?

Franco: Okay.

Maxie: Okay.

Franco: A normal conversation, wherever you like.

Maxie: Just like that?

Franco: Just like that. When you do one more thing for me.

[Jason exhales]

Spinelli: I'm sorry, what justifies calling both McCall and Jackal off important business?

Jason: You put security cameras all over the gallery?

Spinelli: Yes, of course, it's elementary.

Jason: Okay, good. I want you to pull footage from the so-called murder scene exhibit, okay? Right now. From 15 minutes ago.

[All sighing]

Spinelli: Here it is.

Sam: I don't get what we're looking for.

Spinelli: Uh, it appears Maximista is leaving with the --

Jason: Okay, there there, freeze it.

Spinelli: What -- oh.

Jason: That guy's waving at me.

Franco: That's it.

Maxie: This floor is freezing.

Franco: Won't take long, just relax.

Maxie: Did I mention that my dad is the police commissioner? And my boyfriend, I don't know if I told you about him, but he works for Jason Morgan, who's not really a coffee importer. Um, so if something were to happen to me --

Franco: Nothing is going to happen to you. I won't touch you, I promise. Now just lie still.

Maxie: Well, wait, where are you going? You can't leave me!

Franco: I'm right here. Just try not to move.

Maxie: Why, what are you going to do?

["Mad World" playing]

Franco: Try not to move around

Franco: Try not to move around so much.

Maxie: Excuse me, but this is my first time laying on the freezing cold floor blindfolded while so lunatic is taking pictures of me.

Franco: [Chuckles] You don't know anything about my work, do you? If you did, you'd be able to guess where you are.

Maxie: I know where I am. At your studio. What I'm doing here is anybody's guess.

Franco: Think. Try and get past the fear and discomfort and focus. What do you know?

Maxie: [Chuckles] I know this is insane.

Franco: No, it's not. Don't be so dramatic. Focus on what is certain. And what you're doing here will make perfect sense.

Maxie: I know you're an artist.

Franco: What kind of artist?

Maxie: Famous.

Franco: Irrelevant.

Maxie: Well, you do graffiti.

Franco: And?

Maxie: Recreate crime scenes.

Franco: Recreate how?

Maxie: Well, using furniture, props, fake blood. At least I'm hoping it’s fake. You always do a chalk outline of -- oh, my God! You sick freak! [Exhales]

Lulu: I'm officially worried.

Dominic: About what?

Lulu: Maxie doesn't exactly have the best judgment. I think she took off with Fran -- again --

Dominic: I'm sorry, I just -- I could swear I have seen this before.

Forensic cop: We're done here.

Lucky: Give me a minute before you open up the crime scene. I want to walk through one more time.

Forensic cop: Oh, preliminary autopsies are back. It's official -- Joey Limbo's windpipe was crushed. That's what killed him.

Lucky: All right, thanks.

[Police radio chatter]

Spinelli: Two men waved to you today, under vastly different circumstances. I mean, surely it's coincidental.

Sam: I kind of agree with Spinelli. This guy's on your mind because he's a potential witness. It has nothing to do with Franco.

Jason: Okay, I want to see the video of the homeless guy waving right now. Pull it up. Okay, run them both at the same time.

Spinelli: I give you this, it's eerie, but --

Jason: No, run them at the same time, Spinelli. You see that right there? They're waving the exact same way, and you're telling me that's a coincidence?

Maxie: I don't care how famous of an artist you are. That was sick and twisted, and you're perverted. My sister was murdered, so to make me play a dead body without even asking me what I think about it is cruel.

Franco: I'm very sorry. I had no idea about your sister. I should be more sensitive. Sometimes the conceptual side of my work just takes me away. [Sighs] But where you see a sick prank, I see the contrast of your incredible beauty, so alive and vital with the ugly violence of the setting. It's very powerful, but -- no excuse for offending you.

Maxie: I wasn't offended, exactly.

Franco: Well, you called me a sick freak and a pervert.

Maxie: In a respectful way.

Franco: [Chuckles] I'll call you a cab. I'd offer to drive you myself, but you probably don't want to be in a limo or anywhere else with me right now.

Maxie: You know, this place is kind of amazing when you can actually see it.

Franco: Some men take beautiful women to trendy restaurants and chic bars. I take one to a studio that looks like the artist's head exploded and his ideas splattered all over the walls.

Maxie: See, you had me until that last part.

Franco: Clearly, my social skills could use some work.

Maxie: But I could probably help you with that. Do you want to show me around?

Franco: My pleasure.

Maxie: Oh, no. It's your turn.

[Franco chuckles]

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