GH Transcript Monday 11/30/09

General Hospital Transcript Monday 11/30/09


Provided By Suzanne
Proofread By Kathy

[Franco sighs] [Sighs] [Grunts]

[Glass shatters]

[Franco exhales]

Franco: Next time, knock.


Sam: I brought you some coffee, and there's a bunch of Thanksgiving leftovers in the fridge.

Jason: Thank you.

Sam: Mmm. You're welcome. You missed one crazy dinner.

Jason: That was the plan.

Sam: No. I mean, really, it was crazy. Robin and my sisters all trying to get together and hook up Mac and Alexis. It was just-- at one point, we all started talking about our dads, and it was just-- are you all right?

[Jason sighs]

Jason: So I rode back down to Front Street, and I spent a couple of hours walking it up and down and went back to the ambush site, and I found the exact spot where Joey Limbo went down.

Sam: And?

Jason: And if he were standing where I think he was, he saw me shoot those men.

Maxie: I'm sorry. I'm sorry! I'm not trying to be pushy. I just-- I need to discuss the deal that I talked to Franco about at his exhibit. Yes, I'm sure it was him. I hung out with him at his studio. No. Could you please just have him call me back? Maxie Jones at "Crimson"? Thank you. Thank you. Hi. Um, I'm sorry. Our distributors can be so clueless sometimes.

Spinelli: I feared this would happen.

[Bell dings]

Olivia: Orders up!

[Soft rock music playing]

[Paper rustling]

Sonny: What's a guy got to do to get some service around here?

Dominic on tape: I don't think you have anything to worry about. I mean, Lucky has nothing that could tie you to Claudia's murder, right?

Sonny on tape: Look. If you look hard enough, you can find something. Max and Milo drove me to the cabin. You don't think they can't find somebody who might have seen the car? I came home. I had blood on my shirt.


Lulu: Obsessing over my voicemail?

Dominic on tape: That's all circumstantial.

Sonny on tape: Well, you know what? I know she didn't vanish into thin air. I know she's buried. But it doesn't mean she can't be found. Lucky, some other cop, put the pieces together, they could have enough to build a case--and maybe even enough to convict me of Claudia's murder. 

Woman: She's cute, in an obvious sort of way.

Franco: Put those down.

Woman: You did her in the chalk, didn't you? How come it didn't smear?

[Franco sighs]

Woman: Touchy. She someone special?

Franco: She's a means to an end.

[Spray paint hisses]

Woman: It's impossible to have a conversation with you. You know that? Some woman once tell you vague was sexy?

Franco: The woman in the photo is connected to an artist whose work I've come to admire.

Woman: You don't like anyone, not even me, mostly.

Franco: That's not true. I don't like you all the time.

Woman: You're a pig. Rich and famous and seriously impaired, but still a pig. So, what does this artist do? Paint, sculpt, smear chocolate syrup all over his naked body and allow his adoring fans to put the cherry on top?

Franco: He works in a vein that's very similar to mine. Approach is completely different, but the end results are exactly the same.

Woman: So how does she fit in?

Franco: Maxie? She's bait.

Jason: I found this little service alley right next to where we pulled up. You couldn't even see the entrance at night, so I walked about halfway down, I turned around, and you can see everything. There's no way this homeless guy didn't see me shoot those men.

Sam: All right. Well, he obviously didn't say anything to anybody because if a witness would have come forward, we would have heard something by now, right?

[Jason sighs]

Sam: So what if it was just some random homeless guy who was drunk or cracked out and doesn't remember anything?

Jason: Okay. What if it was Franco?

Sam: Ugh. I don't know, Jason. A famous artist disguising himself as a homeless guy right before his opening night? I don't know.

Jason: I know. It doesn't add up. I mean, something seems a little off to me. Somebody crushes Joey Limbo's wind pipe after we left, and then, posed his body. Why?

Maxie: I'm sorry, Spinelli. I'm just totally swamped, and I have, like, 10 more phone calls to make about this issue, and you know how Kate hates it when you just drop in unannounced. So do you think, you know, we could catch up, maybe, later?

Spinelli: So I'm correct?

Maxie: About what?

Spinelli: You're pushing yourself too hard. You have yet to fully recover from the illness that kept you from partaking in our first holiday meal together as non-husband and wife. You even refused my company after I brought you a most calming and restorative gallon of turkey soup.

Maxie: I know. I know. And that was really sweet of you. But I'm feeling fine now. Honestly, I'm just busy.

Spinelli: My Maximista's work ethic is rivaled by none.

Maxie: I'm just trying to keep Kate from demoting me. I mean, I was supposed to lock Franco in for that photo shoot, and I didn't make it happen.

Spinelli: Well, the glacial one just needs to exercise a little more patience and have the faith and trust in you that I do.

Maxie: No, Spinelli. The whole point was for me to get Franco to agree to do the "Crimson" layout, and I couldn't make that happen. So of course, me being me, I got desperate and stubborn and stupid, and I trashed my life again.

Spinelli: Trashed it? How?

Sonny: Let me guess. Jax fired you because you were spending too much time with me?

Olivia: My job with the hotel is just fine, thank you very much. Your father cut his hand up pretty good chopping onions this morning, and I said that I would help him out. I guess Bobbie’s still in Seattle.

Sonny: Oh. That's very generous of you. But I think you have an ulterior motive.

Olivia: Oh, really? Really? What would that be?

Sonny: I'll tell you.

Olivia: Mm-hmm.

Sonny: See, Mike, you know, he has a tendency to brag about his cooking. I think you're trying to show him up.

[Olivia scoffs]

[Sonny chuckles]

Olivia: Or maybe I'm just trying to help out, unlike you, who can't bother to get their hands stinky helping out their old man for one day. Don't worry. No one's going to find out you're not actually the master chef that you claim to be.

Sonny: Well, why don't you let me cook for you, and you can decide for yourself?

Olivia: I'll take a pass. How about some coffee?

Sonny: You know, I like it better when mike's here 'cause there's not a lot of attitude with the food.

Olivia: You know what? Are you going to sit there and bust my chops all day, or are you going to order something?

Sonny: Well, that depends on what you're making.

Olivia: I'm making chili.

Sonny: Chili?

Olivia: Yes.

Sonny: One chili for me. Can you put extra, extra peppers in the chili?

Olivia: I got your extra peppers right here.

Lulu: I really wish I didn't just hear this.

Dominic: No. Listen to it again. Let it sink in. Claudia's dead, and Sonny basically admits to doing it.

Lulu: Well, I think that--I think this was--this was out of context, and I don't even think that you could use that in court, anyway.

Dominic: Come on. You're not seriously going to try and spin this again, are you? Sonny basically does everything but come out with the words and say he did it.

Lulu: And?

Dominic: It proves everything I've been trying to tell you all along. Sonny's not the saint that you were making him out to be. He killed his wife. He killed Lieutenant Poletti. And the list goes on and on. Do you want me to keep naming more people? Lulu, Sonny's been killing people for years. He has to be stopped. And this is finally the proof that allows me to do just that.

Lulu: Okay. Well, if that proof is so incriminating, why haven't you turned Sonny in yet?

Spinelli: You're upset. Tell me what it is so I can help.

Maxie: You know me. You know I have a history of trashing everything good that comes into my life.

Spinelli: You mustn't dwell on the past. I mean, look at all the progress that you've had. I mean, I, for one, see all the work and the restraint that you employed. Well, I mean, you said you've ruined something. You can tell me.

Maxie: It's just my job, my future. Kate gave me a huge opportunity, and you know, she was counting on me to book Franco for the shoot, and I didn't do it.

Spinelli: Perhaps you're being too hard on yourself. I'm sure that you pleased Franco in whatever way you could.

Maxie: You could say that.

Spinelli: I think it's unfair that Kate shouldered you with this burden. I mean, she knows that he is a reclusive and sought-after artist. I can't imagine he's done anything as commercial as a fashion layout before.

Maxie: Yeah. I knew that going in. That was the challenge. And I failed.

Spinelli: I'm sure you put your best efforts forward. I respect you for trying, as should Kate.

Maxie: You always think the best of me.

Spinelli: It's not difficult for me to do. You know, I think this situation calls for an afternoon of indulgence. I think perhaps Maximista could use some cheering. So how about a shopping spree at one of your favorite houses of couture?

Maxie: And you hate fashion.

Spinelli: Well, regardless, I will applaud every garment you grace with your beauty, and afterwards, we can even indulge in tea and cucumber sandwiches in the lounge upstairs. Come on.

Maxie: I would love that. But I can’t. Um, I have to sit here and redeem myself, because after everything that's happened, something good has to come out of this.

Sonny: Is that Ruby's recipe or yours?

Olivia: You know what? How about I just make you a nice meatloaf plate or something?

Sonny: No.

Olivia: Take a couple seconds. I already got the sauce for it--

Sonny: No, no, no. I got this-- suddenly this craving for chili. I just--

Olivia: Of course you do.

Mike: Oh, hey!

Olivia: Hey!

Sonny: Hey! How's your--what, your finger, your hand?

Mike: Yeah, well, it's been better. Now, just remind me not to multitask the next time I'm dicing onions.

[Olivia chuckles]

Mike: Hey, honey, thank you so much for doing this. Everything okay?

Olivia: Yeah. Everything was absolutely perfect until ratatouille over here came and tried to heckle me.

Sonny: Ratatouille? What do you mean, I'm heckling you? I just got to maintain the standards of this place.

Mike: Uh, listen. Pay no attention to him, all right? I appreciate what you're doing.

Olivia: It's the least I could do.

Mike: And I've got some good news. A buddy of mine is coming to take over the kitchen this afternoon.

Olivia: Oh, great.

Mike: Okay?

Olivia: Great.

Mike: Um, are you gonna leave those peppers a little chunky, aren't you?

Olivia: Why?

Sonny: Um, looks like somebody else is heckling you. You know what? You should go rest that hand.

Mike: Yeah, well, no. No. Really, I always leave the peppers a little chunky, and you might want to slice the onion at a little bit of an angle, too. Okay?

Sonny: Yeah. Like I said, you should probably go ahead and go.

Mike: All right. Well, look, I'm sorry. I just get a little--you know, I get a little possessive when I'm in the kitchen, all right? I'll get out of your hair now.

Olivia: I got it, honey.

Sonny: Mike--

Mike: Oh, oregano! Oregano.

Sonny: Uh, Mike--

Mike: One teaspoon, okay? Oregano.

Olivia: I got it, honey.

Sonny: This guy's--it's my dad.

Olivia: Seriously, oregano? What is that they say about too many cooks in the kitchen?

Sonny: Yeah. It spoils the chili. Um...

[Olivia sighs]

Sonny: But I think he's right about the oregano.

Olivia: Excuse me?

Sonny: You should--you should-- you should put it in.

Olivia: If you think you can do better, why don't you be my guest?

Dominic: I haven't turned it in yet.

Lulu: Why not?

Dominic: That is a good question. Heh. Ronnie warned me this was gonna happen, and he was exactly right.

Lulu: What? What are you talking about?

Dominic: No one has ever taken Sonny down, because no one's ever gotten close enough. And now, here I am. I'm there. But it's like I'm too close. I'm practically a part of the family now.

Lulu: Mm-hmm. And let me guess-- Sonny is not the cold, ruthless killer that you thought he was.

[Dominic sighs]

Dominic: He's open with me. Heh. He trusts me, and...[Sighs] I can't believe I'm even saying this out loud, but I like the guy. And you were right. He is definitely not who I thought he would be. But that doesn't change all the things that he's done, does it?

Lulu: You want to know what I think? I think that you're making this too black and white, and life isn't like that. It's not about right or wrong or good and bad. I think sometimes there's wiggle room in the middle.

Dominic: Okay. Well, assuming we go with your theory, and I do bust Sonny, because it is my job, after all, does that mean you'll never see me again, or do I get a little wiggle room, too?

Lulu: I don't think that decision is about me, Officer. But let me say something. If there is something inside of you telling you that Sonny doesn't deserve to be locked up, maybe that is the voice that you should be listening to.

Elizabeth: Thank you for coming over on such short notice.

Diane: Well, you are covered by Jason's very substantial retainer, which means that you are a preferred client. So what can I do for you?

Elizabeth: Well, um, first, you should know that Lucky and I got engaged.

Diane: Congratulations!

Elizabeth: Thank you. Thanks. We are very excited because we found a piece of property that we would like to purchase. It's a beautiful plot of land that, eventually, we would like to build a house on, if we can afford it, so we're going to put this house up for sale, and if it sells, then we can make an offer.

Diane: Mmm. And as the attorney who is handling the trust that Jason has set up for you and the boys, you would like my advice before you rush headlong into something.

Elizabeth: Exactly.

Diane: You do know that this is a really bad time to sell a house?

Elizabeth: I know. I know. But I think the house is in pretty good shape, almost move-in ready.

Diane: Uh, yes. Well, I am not a realtor, but my advice would be to put away the toys, blocks, the crib, all of your personal items, because a potential buyer wants to see themselves in the home, not you. That is, of course, unless you're planning on staying here while your house is being built.

Elizabeth: No, no. That would be so much easier, but there's no way we could afford the new piece of property without getting the money out of this place first.

Diane: Nonsense. Jason would happily give you the money. I mean, I know we are in desperate economic times, but trust me, crime is still a thriving business.

Elizabeth: I can't take any more money from Jason. He's already given me too much. And besides, Lucky and I would like to make a fresh start on our own. So we need to sell this house. Yeah. And all the memories that go along with it.

Sam: We need to find out everything we can about Franco-- all of the facts. So then, we can figure out if he is or isn't the homeless guy that saw you.

Jason: I mean, I've had Spinelli doing research, and he hasn't come up with much.

Sam: All right. For the sake of argument, let's just say that it is him.

Jason: Mm-hmm.

Sam: He is the guy that saw you. Why didn't he go to the cops by now? Maybe he wanted something else, and that's why he wanted to meet you that night at the art show.

[Door opens]

Sam: Hey.

Spinelli: Hi.

Sam: You okay?

Spinelli: Oh. I'm concerned for my fair Maximista.

Jason: What'd she do now?

Spinelli: Well, she hasn't given herself the necessary time to recover from her recent bout with influenza, and the glacial one continues to pressure her to secure a nearly impossible deal, a photo layout with Franco. So I've taken it upon myself to locate the artist in question and secure his cooperation for my non-wife.

Jason: Yeah, but you told me your source turned up practically nothing.

Spinelli: Well, then, I'll redouble my efforts.

Sam: We would be happy to help. Both of us. Now, do you have any leads on where we should start looking?

Spinelli: I've retrieved both images, enhanced them as much as I possibly could, and put them side by side. On the left, we have our homeless witness waving to the bank camera, and then, on the right, we have Franco making a similar gesture, an almost identical gesture.

Sam: You still can't really see their face, so yeah, it could be the same person.

Spinelli: I'm also running a couple of other programs to retrieve as much additional information as I can.

Sam: Ooh. Wait a minute. Kate. Kate has got to have some information that we could use. There's no way she would have sent Maxie there without doing a background check.

Spinelli: Can you do me a favor? Don't mention anything to Kate about my efforts to aid Maximista, please?

Sam: Of course.

[Door shuts]

Jason: Okay. We need to figure out why this guy's so hung up on murder and crime scenes. Run a background check on his agent and anyone else he's worked with.

Spinelli: What about past girlfriends and liaisons? I mean, anyone that's shared a nocturnal intimacy with this fellow might know more than they realize.


Olivia: How'd you learn how to make chili, anyway? Isn't it a little bit beneath your culinary talents, master chef Corinthos?

Sonny: You have to adapt. The boys love it.

Olivia: Which means you stole Mike's recipe.

Sonny: Yeah, I borrowed from Mike, but you know, it's my signature ingredient that's the best. And you can't stand that I'm, you know, back here with you because--it's like your Aunt Theresa. She hated when a man went into the kitchen.

Olivia: She was just--she was protecting her turf. She hated when anyone came in on her place in the family, especially if anyone messed with her kitchen. What?

Sonny: I just remember the time when we were in the pantry, and we were kissing, and she got-- remember that?

Olivia: Yes. She couldn't wait to rat me out to my mother. I got grounded for 2 weeks, so thank you very much for that.

Sonny: Then it got extended for 3 weeks because you had to get even.

Olivia: Yeah. And you had a big part in that, too, if you remember, and again, I was the only one that got busted. Um, are you going to put some chili with that pepper?

Sonny: You worry about your chili. I'll worry about my chili.

Olivia: All right. Do your thing. Do your thing. I just want you to taste this right here. Tell me I'm wrong.


Dominic: Hey, yo, Mike. You back here?

Nikolas: Hello?

[Elizabeth sighs]

Nikolas: Sorry. I didn't mean to startle you, but I was driving by, and I saw the for sale sign on the front lawn.

Elizabeth: Yeah. Lucky and I found a plot of land that we want to buy, but we can't afford it unless we get rid of this place first.

Nikolas: Dream house in the woods, right?

[Elizabeth sighs]

Nikolas: Yeah. I was still here when you were discussing it with Lucky. I also heard you discourage him from asking me for money. But I want you to know that I'm happy to help the two of you out--

Elizabeth: God. You and Jason both just have no problem throwing your money at me. What does that say about me?

Nikolas: That's not what I'm suggesting here.

Elizabeth: Well, it's pretty much the same thing, isn't it?

Lucky: Hey. What's going on in here?

Elizabeth: Nikolas was just paying me for sleeping with him, just like Jason did.

Lucky: Well, kind of leaves me out, doesn't it?

Elizabeth: No, no. That's not what I want from you, Lucky. I love you.

Lucky: Elizabeth, you obviously don't care about love. It's not what you want. You want money, don't you? I mean, a whore's a whore, right? Since you only seem to have sex with guys who pay for it, here. Take it.

[Elizabeth exhales]

Lucky: I'd like to stay in the mix.

Lucky: What did I just walk in on?

Nikolas: We were just trying to figure out a couple of things here.

Lucky: Well, that's not how it sounded to me.

Nikolas: Well, I just--I saw the for sale sign out, so I decided to stop by and see what's going on. And she was telling me about the house that you're planning to build, and I really wanted to offer some money because I know how important it is to you both--

Lucky: I don't understand why that's--

Elizabeth: No, look. Lucky, Lucky, this is--it's just my fault. Nikolas was being generous, and I snapped at him. It's just so easy for you. I don't think you understand what this means for me and Lucky. We have worked really hard to get to this point. We are trying to build something together, just the two of us.

Nikolas: Okay. My mistake. Forget that I mentioned it. All right. I'll see you later.

[Door opens]

[Door shuts]

Lucky: Ohh. Okay. So, now do you want to tell me what that was really about?

Sam: Hey, Maxie.

Maxie: Hey.

Sam: You feeling any better?

Maxie: Yeah, thanks.

Sam: I'm so bummed you missed Thanksgiving dinner. I mean, really. We could have totally used your finesse in hooking up Max and Alexis. It totally bombed. It was almo-- uh, are you okay?

Maxie: Have you ever thought about shoes? Like, maybe if you were wearing a different pair than the ones you originally picked out for the day, they might take you someplace different than where you ended up?

Sam: Are you still on flu medicine?

Maxie: No.

Sam: Oh.

Maxie: I was just thinking about shoes and the colors and the styles, how they can change your mood, build your confidence. It's almost like an extension of your personality.

Sam: Yeah. I guess I never really thought about it like that, and I'm sorry to interrupt your whole shoe theorizing and all, but, look, Maxie. Spinelli is really worried about you. He thinks that you're being a little bit too hard on yourself about this whole Franco situation.

Maxie: Well, he's wrong. I was supposed to book Franco to do a photo shoot for "Crimson," and I couldn't make it happen.

Sam: Really? You know what? I actually was able to look through the catalog at the exhibit, and I read his bio, and he seems like a pretty reclusive guy. I'm sort of surprised he even agreed to show up to begin with.

Maxie: Yeah. He is kind of strange.

Sam: I thought it was weird that he wanted to meet Jason.

Maxie: Yeah, me, too. But you know what? I think he was just confused because Franco said something about Jason being another artist or something.


Jason: Find anything?

Spinelli: Ugh. Any additional research has yielded a resounding lack of information. I mean, there are a few articles about his curious tagging exploits in New York City a few years back, but they only offer surface information.

Jason: When was the last time he showed up at an art exhibit?

Spinelli: Uh, his last public appearance was in Paris 3 years ago. But between that time and his latest Port Charles display, I mean, he virtually fell off the grid.

Jason: Okay. But why--why Port Charles?

Spinelli: Well, according to Maximista, the glacial one pulled many strings.

Jason: Well, have Franco and Kate ever crossed paths before?

Spinelli: Nothing that I can see. Wait. Well, here's something. I traced his passport, and it--it appears Franco has been in the U.S. for almost 2 months.

Sonny: Just in time, Dominic, because we need a judge for the chili cook-off.

Dominic: Yeah. You know what? I think I'll pass. This one looks like it could get pretty ugly. I just came to check on mike. He cut his hand pretty bad this morning. I just--

Sonny: Yeah. He's upstairs resting. I just need your opinion on, you know, which one's better and--

Olivia: All right. Just take it easy. He doesn't, obviously, want to get involved in our whole spontaneous, ridiculous kitchen rivalry.

Sonny: You're just worried 'cause you think he's going to like my chili better than your chili.

Olivia: If he knows what's good for him, he won’t.

Dominic: Yeah. See? You know, I don't want any part of this one. I'm sure both your chilies are top-notch, though, so, you know, have fun, kids.

Sonny: You see? You always do that. It's like--'cause you're afraid that somebody's gonna say that my--

Olivia: I'm not afraid of anything. I just don't want the kid to have to listen to this ridiculous--

Sonny: Why? Why?

[Olivia stammers]

Sonny: Why?

Olivia: Why is he supposed to care about this thing?

Sonny: Well, because he's just a little judge on whose chili's better, and you get upset about it.

Olivia: I know you—

Dominic: Yeah, hi. It's me. You need to come meet me as soon as you can. I got all the proof we need to take Sonny down for good.

Elizabeth: It really wasn't anything Nikolas said. I was just in a bad mood after Diane left.

Lucky: What was Diane doing here?

Elizabeth: I wanted to ask her advice about breaking the trust that Jason set up for the boys so we could sell the house, and she basically told me not to bother, that Jason would just give me the money. And I'm sure he would.

Lucky: Yeah, with the best of intentions.

Elizabeth: But I knew that you would have a problem with that.

Lucky: Yeah, I would.

Elizabeth: Yeah, and so would I. That's why I said no.

Lucky: Okay. So why are you in a bad mood, then?

Elizabeth: I don't know. I just--I just feel like I'm being bought out or something. Like I had this affair with Jason, and we made a kid, and now, I'm being paid off for it.

[Elizabeth sighs]

Lucky: Do you want to sign the house back over to Jason?

Elizabeth: We need the money.

Lucky: Not if it's going to make you feel like this, we don’t.

Elizabeth: This isn't--it's not about the house. It's not about the money. I know Jason needs to provide for Jake, and I don't blame him for that.

Lucky: Well, you're obviously still feeling anxious about everything.

Elizabeth: I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry for--I'm so tired of dragging you into all my past mistakes. This move is about us and the boys, and Emily, since she's the one who found me the house. And I'm sure she would want me to use it to make our dreams a reality.

Lucky: Hey. What you just said right there, making our dreams a reality--that's what I'm focusing on, Elizabeth. Just building a future for you and me and the boys. Everything's going to work itself out, okay? We just have to be patient and just take it one thing at a time.

Olivia: What?

Sonny: I was just thinking.

Olivia: What?

Sonny: You used to swear to me up and down that you would never end up like your mom or your aunts.

Olivia: Little Italian lady stuck in a kitchen all day long?

Sonny: And here you are, stirring a pot.

Olivia: Well, it is genetically impossible for me to not spend time in the kitchen. You know that. But I actually do. I really like to cook. I'm just not going to make it my life, like they did.

Sonny: Hmm. It still amazes me that you're not married. I mean, you didn't meet some guy in the neighborhood, have, like, 5 or 6 kids.

Olivia: Just 5 or 6. I think the problem is that I never went after the nice guys in the neighborhood. They were never really my type.

Sonny: You'd have made somebody very happy.

Olivia: Okay, now. Maybe we better get this contest on the road, okay, hot shot? Let's see what you have. Are you ready? Yeah?

Sonny: Yeah.

[Sonny laughs]

Olivia: Well, it's not terrible.

Sonny: Mm. Mmm.

Olivia: Nothing that a little lighter hand on the oregano wouldn't have fixed.

Sonny: Really? Really.

Olivia: Yeah.

Sonny: Think you got a little over-anxious there. You got a little something on your, uh, right there.

Olivia: You get it?

Sonny: Yeah. Yeah. [Exhales] Wow.

Ronnie: What's this? More fireplace garbage?

[Dominic sighs]

Dominic: It's a recording I made of Sonny. He implicates himself in Claudia's murder. I got him talking about everything, from being driven there to the blood on his shirt to the fact that she's buried someplace. And it's definitely enough for a warrant.

Ronnie: Wow. I got to admit, I'm a little surprised. I was starting to think that you weren't going to deliver. So what happened? Your pal Sonny do something to piss you off?

Dominic: No. It's my mother. I'm worried about her. It's, like, impossible to make her see Sonny for who he really is. Maybe once he's behind bars, she'll open her eyes.

Ronnie: Yeah, well, I don't see Olivia thanking you for this.

Dominic: Well, you know what? My mother can hate me all she wants, as long as she's safe.

Lucky: Nikolas. I'm glad I found you. Listen, I'm sorry about earlier. It wasn't about you.

Nikolas: No, that's fine. Don't even worry about it.

Lucky: No, you've been great to both of us. You deserve better than that. I just--Elizabeth was upset again, and I think I took it out on you because I didn't want to admit that it's my fault.

[Nikolas scoffs]

Nikolas: Your fault? I seriously doubt that.

Lucky: Well, I've been pushing Elizabeth too hard about this whole engagement, and now, a new place to live. I don't know, man. Maybe I'm just trying too hard.

Nikolas: No. I just think that she needs some time to adjust. You guys will be okay.

Lucky: I hope so. It's just every--it's like every time I think that she's made peace with her guilt about her affair with Jason, it just comes back up again, you know? I can--I can feel it weighing on her. But it's hard for her to talk to me about it, for obvious reasons. I'm just not sure I'm doing the right thing by pushing this engagement. It's almost starting to feel selfish. Maybe she's still not ready. What do you think? You think Elizabeth would be better off if I set her free?

Lulu: I got the proofs from Federico’s new evening line. Tell me what you think.

Maxie: Looks good.

Lulu: No call from Franco?

Maxie: No. That's really annoying. And Sam came by to tell me how worried Spinelli is about me.

Lulu: What'd he say?

Maxie: That I'm pushing myself too much, Kate’s being hard on me about this Franco thing. The usual.

Lulu: Mmm. That's why you love Spinelli.

Maxie: I know. That's why I've decided that I need to pull myself together and start acting like an adult.

Lulu: You're going to tell him.

Maxie: No. I'm just going to pretend like nothing ever happened. And I will try to make Spinelli the happiest non-husband that ever was.

Lulu: Right, 'cause that's what adults do.

Maxie: Come on, Lulu! Just--I don't need any more pressure, okay? If Franco calls back, I'm going to try to convince him to do the shoot. If he doesn't, I'll find another way to impress Kate. But regardless, no one else needs to know what happened with me and Franco.

Woman: Could we maybe go out, have a drink, dinner--whatever?

Franco: I'm working.

Woman: Well, it looks like you're nearly finished.

[Franco sighs]

Franco: He wouldn't meet me.

Woman: Who? What, that artist you admire?

Franco: At the gallery. I made a respectful overture, and he blew me off.

Woman: Maybe he didn't know who you were.

Franco: Oh, he knew.

Woman: Well, maybe he's not a fan of your work.

Franco: He will be.

Woman: Well, maybe I don't much give a damn, and neither should you. Why do we need him?

[Franco sighs]

Franco: Well, what you need is a mystery to me.

Woman: Well, I'm glad you asked.

Woman: That's more like it.

Franco: Let's get this over with.

Woman: Gee. I feel so wanted. What's your hurry?

Franco: I'm expecting company.

[Franco exhales]

Spinelli: There's no record of Franco’s expenditures during the time his passport indicates he was in the U.S., which could mean someone else was paying his bills.

Jason: It was probably his agent.

Spinelli: Right. Right. I will initiate a search. Current location for Franco would enable me to pay him a visit, and I could persuade him to do the "Crimson" photo shoot. Then, the glacial one would have no choice but to reward Maximista for her tireless dedication and loyalty. I wish for nothing more than for Maximista to move triumphantly forward in her career, and it seems that Franco might be the key to that success, don't you think?

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