Port Charles Transcript
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[Fire alarm beeps]
Kevin: Lucy? Lucy, where are you?
[Fire alarm stops]
Kevin: What's burning?
Lucy: It's ok. It's just breakfast burning. See, I was trying to make the coffee just the way you like it, and then the eggs started burning. So I tried to save the eggs, but at the same time, the bacon started burning, and so then I just threw more in there and then everything started burning, and now we don't have anything left.
Kevin: It's ok. It's no big deal.
Lucy: No, it's not. It isn't -- it's a big deal. It's not ok. I just wanted to do something really special and different for you.
Kevin: Lucy, everything you do is special.
Lucy: Oh, you're just saying that.
Kevin: And I mean every word of it.
[Fire alarm beeps]
Kevin: "Uh-oh," what?
Lucy: The coffee pot. When I was trying to save the eggs and the bacon, I shoved it in without any water. It's on the burner!
Kevin: Good morning. Welcome to a day in the life of Lucy Coe.
Karen: Hi, it's me.
Frank: Hey. How's Tennessee?
Karen: Far. I've been studying all night and I'm about to crash, but I wanted to hear your voice.
Frank: Well, I've been up all night, too -- with Nellie, trying to kick some digital butt, but she wore me out and I fell asleep here.
Karen: No luck, huh?
Frank: No. But now that you've called, my day is looking better already.
Karen: I like the way you sound when you wake up.
Frank: How's that?
Karen: Hmm, very sexy.
Maya: They look so peaceful.
Chief: That can change in an instant, Maya. You never should've given them the morca and the power to go back in time.
Maya: But they're meant for each other. They only returned to a life they've already lived.
Chief: Yes -- lived and died, Maya. Don't you see? No one can say what may come now or what they may find back there.
Ian: Hold the pose.
Eve: I am holding.
Ian: Well, don't move the mouth.
Eve: This sty, the heat -- it's an outrage.
Ian: Will you look at that -- good color of your cheeks when you're angry.
Eve: How long is it going to take to finish this portrait?
Ian: Great art takes sacrifice, and great artists take their time.
Eve: You, sir, have an ego the size of -- the size of this unholy garret.
Ian: I will take my time because I like to take my time.
Frank: You know, I can still smell your perfume. What's it called?
Karen: Magic noir. Black magic.
Frank: That explains the spell I've been under. You know, you're on my mind way too much.
Karen: So you were up all night. You know, maybe it's time you turn Nellie into that old planter.
Frank: Nellie just has a mind of her own, and that mind is firmly stuck in 1973, before you were even born.
Karen: Well, I don't think I missed much. Have you seen those hairstyles? I mean, what were they thinking?
Frank: Or smoking?
Frank: Well, I was just a kid then. I don't remember much. Now, the sixties -- that would've been a cool time to live.
Karen: Yeah. Woodstock and the Beatles.
Frank: Hippies, miniskirts.
Karen: Free love. Sounds interesting.
Frank: Free love has always been around.
Karen: Well, I haven't seen much of that lately.
Frank: Hmm. Well, that could very easily be changed.
Maya: May the power of your love protect and keep you safe.
Eve: You'll take your time? How dare you talk to me that way.
Ian: Your husband wants a perfect likeness.
Eve: Your instructions were to paint me as I am today, not 200 years from now. This process of yours is endless. It goes on and on and on. Are you aware that my time is valuable?
Ian: So is mine. Now, keep your face in the light. Bring it up. Bring it up. Ok, now to your left. Left, I said.
Eve: Move it yourself.
Ian: All right, I will.
Ian: There. Feel the light on your cheek? Keep it there.
Eve: If your time is so valuable, why waste it on portraiture? The process is endless.
Ian: It pays for my real work.
Eve: Your what? What is this? What am I?
Ian: My private work. Is that better?
Eve: Tell me about this private work of yours.
Ian: Your Paris and mine are two very different cities. You're here for the food and the fashion and society balls.
Eve: And you're here for?
Ian: I'm here for the possibility.
Eve: The possibility?
Ian: The possibility of a great rain that comes down and washes away the sadness and the pretense and leaves this beautiful city free to breathe again. Do you understand?
Eve: Where is she? She should've been here with my tea an hour ago.
Ian: Other appointments?
Eve: My dressmaker. I need to choose new silks for my new ball gown.
Ian: Topaz and amber.
Eve: How did you know?
Ian: Those colors match your eyes, and with them your beauty will be unsurpassed.
Eve: You know far too much about me, monsieur.
Ian: You can never know too much about a woman, madame. But I do hope I know enough to give you justice on my canvas.
Eve: Well, I think I'll be the judge of that. Show me my painting.
Ian: It's not ready.
Eve: Ready or not, I will see it. Show me my painting right now or forfeit your full commission. Well?
Ian: As you wish.
Eve: But it's me.
Ian: Yes, it is.
Eve: It's already finished.
Lucy: I can't believe it.
Kevin: Dead coffee pot, huh?
Lucy: Oh, boy. It's so dead, on an empty stomach you don't even want to go near that kitchen.
Kevin: Oh, come here. Let's just forget about the coffee.
Lucy: I really wanted to start your day off with something nice and warm.
Kevin: Yeah, well, how about something sweet and warm? And one of a kind?
Kevin: A little early for company, isn't it?
Lucy: Oh, no! I forgot -- I ordered brunch from the Port Charles Grill. I will take care of everything. You just sit there and read your paper.
Kevin: Might be a bit chilly, don't you think?
Lucy: Oh, well, give me my robe.
Kevin: Just let me get it.
Lucy: Are you sure you want to be seen like that?
Kevin: Why not? I might start a fashion trend. Good mor-- duck.
Man: You got it, pal.
Lucy: Sigmund, you got out of the yard again? Oh --
Man: Not so fast.
Lucy: Wait a minute. Give me my duck!
Man: Your duck bit my dog, lady.
Lucy: Well, I'm sure your dog must've provoked my duck. Are you ok? Are you ok?
Man: Thing's probably got rabies.
Kevin: Ducks don't have rabies.
Man: Oh, that's easy for you to say, Mary Sunshine. But that is not an ordinary duck.
Kevin: You're going to lose that finger, pal.
Man: Look, I want some compensation and I want it now, or else.
Kevin: Or else what?
Man: Or else this!
Lucy: Oh! Doc!
Lucy: I sent Sigmund to his room on a time-out. How are you feeling?
Kevin: Like a man with a sack of frozen peas on his face.
Lucy: Oh, I still say we should've had that hothead arrested.
Kevin: Oh, let it go, Lucy. I wasn't exactly Mr. United Nations myself. Besides, I got a few good licks in.
Lucy: Oh, you sure did. But I just picture that guy at home with some vegetable on his head melting, running down his big, ugly schnoz.
Lucy: I was not trying to be funny.
Kevin: Oh, Lucy, you don't have to try. Look around. The kitchen's a disaster, I look pretty darned good in your robe, and I have a bag of peas as an accessory.
Lucy: Yeah. I guess I should be laughing, doubled over.
Kevin: Yes, you should be. So why aren't you?
Lucy: Oh, Doc. While you went to get the frozen peas from the kitchen, these arrived for me.
Kevin: It's your divorce papers. You having second thoughts?
Lucy: Oh -- no, no, not at all. This is -- this is right. This is what Scott and I agreed on.
Lucy: But it's just -- it's just like tangible evidence of me making a mess of my life all the time.
Kevin: Lucy, you're being too hard on yourself.
Lucy: No, Doc, I'm not. I just want one thing, just one thing to go absolutely right instead of everything always going haywire.
Kevin: Shh. Come here. Come here. Come here. This is right. Don't you see that? This is as right as it gets.
Karen: I wish you were here with me. I miss you.
Frank: Yeah, well, I miss you, too. So there.
Frank: Hey, maybe one weekend I could come join you, get your mind off of work.
Karen: Mmm, I'd love that.
Frank: So what's your room like? Tell me so I can picture you now.
Karen: It's nice. There's this plush carpet that's feeling so good underneath your bare feet. And soft, soft light. Not much furniture, though.
Karen: Just a very large bed.
Frank: Are you in it now?
Karen: Yeah. I'm lying in bed, just talking to you.
Frank: So, what are you wearing?
Karen: The thinnest, silkiest nightgown. It's almost like a whisper.
Frank: Any buttons?
Karen: Three tiny pearl buttons, right at the top.
Frank: Only three tiny buttons, huh?
Karen: There. I unbuttoned them. That feels so much better. So how is it there?
Frank: Hot. Very hot tonight.
Karen: What are you wearing? You can't have all the fun.
Frank: Just sweatpants, no shirt. Because it's --
Karen: Hot. Yeah, I can imagine. No shirt, bare chest. Just skin.
Frank: So how much longer until you're home?
Chief: There's been no movement?
Maya: Nothing. What does it mean?
Chief: They were given too much of the herb.
Maya: I was trying to help them.
Chief: Instead, you've done a terribly dangerous thing, Maya.
Chief: Maybe even deadly.
Eve: When did you finish it?
Ian: The first week you sent for me -- from memory.
Eve: But you brought me back week after week. Why?
Ian: Because I wanted to look at you. You inspire me.
Eve: I am not your muse. You used me without my consent or my knowledge. Because you knew that I would never agree --
Lucy: You know, after everything we have been through, don't you think we sort of deserve normal? I mean, haven't we earned normal?
Kevin: This is normal for us.
Lucy: Well, then can't we maybe change it?
Kevin: Well, even if we could, I wouldn't trade a minute of the time we've spent together.
Kevin: Well, most of them, anyway. The point is we've lived a lot and we've learned a lot from our mistakes.
Lucy: I think we made an awful lot of mistakes. Don't you?
Kevin: Well, we just traveled a lot of different roads, and that's what's brought us to where we are now. Lucy, the thing is, we made it. We're right where we're supposed to be -- together.
Lucy: So you're saying we've become indestructible? Is that what you're saying?
Kevin: What I'm saying is I have no regrets. You're one of a kind, Lucy. You trying to change is like --
Lucy: What? Like what?
Kevin: Like trying to throw a blanket over a shooting star.
Lucy: A shooting star?
Kevin: A whole shower of them.
Frank: So, did you?
Frank: Mean it about me coming to see you in Tennessee?
Karen: Well, if you can tear yourself away from Nellie.
Frank: Well, no problem. She's not as nice as you are.
[Knock on door]
Karen: Um -- can you come back and clean the room, please?
[Computer turns on]
Frank: That's strange. The computer just switched on. Finally, and now it won't shut off.
Karen: Well, I got rid of the maid. Can you ditch Nellie?
Frank: Ok, but can you believe? I finally got her turned on.
Karen: Not only her.
Frank: Oh. Where were we?
Karen: Getting back to reality. I really should get some sleep.
Frank: Ok, but let's do this again, soon.
Karen: It's a date.
Frank: Ok, Nellie. What's up? You don't turn on before when I ask you nicely. Now you want my attention? Yeah, well, it's my turn to play hard to get. Catch you around.
Frank: What the heck is going on here?
Eve: This painting -- this painting is a nightmare! You'll be my ruin!
Ian: No. I'll be your freedom.
Ian: There's a glimmer of beautiful light right behind your eyes, and I saw it the first moment I met you. And it's a spark of hope that reminds you of the woman that you wanted to be, the woman you once were. And I tried to capture it. But I didn't. I did not.
[Knock on door]
Woman: Madame, I have your tea. May I come in?
Ian: Help me. Help me set her free.
Eve: Madeleine, wait for me downstairs. I'll call.
Madeleine: Yes, madame.
Chief: The signs are not good.
Maya: But wherever they are, I can feel it's a place they were meant to be.
Chief: But the place and the time holds them so strong and tight, they may
never come back at all. They may remain lost in time forever.
>> On the next "Port Charles" --
Marika: Do you know where your husband is, Mrs. Thornhart?
Eve: He's barely got a pulse! What's going on, Maya?
Livvie: I'm going to slap that stupid grin right off of your face.
Jack: What are you waiting for?
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