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Port Charles Transcript Friday 5/17/02

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Frank: Get that look off your face, Karen. You're not embarrassed.

Karen: Stop, Frank, please.

Frank: This isn't your first time in a crowd with your clothes off!

Mary: Oh, my God! Stop -- stop the camera!

Reporter: We're live! Keep rolling!

Mary: Don't you touch me!

Ricky: Karen, Karen --

Karen: Why, Frank, why?

Frank: I am just showing them who you are, baby.

Doree: We'll go right back to work just as soon as we --

Chris: Oh, my God.

Doree: What the hell's going on?

Frank: Hey, hey, get this shot here. Dr. Karen Wexler, G.H. Slut of the Month!

Mary: Stop it!

Cameraman: Come on, lady, I'm trying to work here.

Mary: No, everybody get out of here!

Frank: See what you did? See what you did, you lousy whore?

Doree: Hey! Let her go!

Frank: Get off me!

Doree: Ah!

Chris: You son of a --

Mary: No! No!

Ricky: God, Karen, are you ok?

Lucy: Ok, I need another piece.

Ian: You're almost out.

Lucy: Thanks. That's ok. I think just this corner and we're almost done. I just hope when we get it fixed that Rebecca will come out and tell us where Kevin is.

Ian: What if she won't?

Lucy: What is that supposed to mean, "what if she won't?"

Ian: What if she's not as nice as Alison thinks she is?

Lucy: I don't know. That's just a chance we're going to have to take. I'm going to do anything to get Doc back. Ok, then, that's the last corner. That's it. Done.

Ian: All right. You ready?

Lucy: Fingers crossed?

Ian: Fingers crossed. Here we go. All right.

Ian: Ok.

Lucy: Ok.

Ian: Now what?

Lucy: I'm not really sure. I don't know. Alison said she would just talk to Rebecca.

Ian: All right, talk away.

Lucy: Right. Rebecca, we did the best we could. We fixed you, so now we would just like to talk to you. Could you please come out and talk to us? You know, I do truly believe in you. I also truly believe that you know what happened to my husband, and you're my only hope now. So please, I'm begging you, please help us. Please.

Livvie: You're still sleeping, huh? It's just you and me out here, Rafe. Gives us plenty of time to figure things out.

[Noise]

Livvie: Oh, my God. Ian. What if he decided to use the cabin?

Alison: Oh.

Livvie: Alison.

Alison: Livvie.

Livvie: What are you doing here?

Alison: Well, I was going to ask you the same thing.

Livvie: What, did you break out?

Alison: No, I was bailed out.

Livvie: Oh, really? So what do you want?

Alison: I want to come in the cabin. Ian said that I could --

Livvie: Well, you can't, you can't.

Alison: Excuse me?

Livvie: You heard me, Alison. There's no way. You're not going in there.

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Mary: Frank.

Ricky: Karen, now you're sure you're ok?

Karen: How could he have just snapped like that? How could he?

Ricky: How could he? How could he do it again, is that what you mean? I'm getting you out of here before he does this again.

Karen: No.

Ricky: Karen, for God's sakes, this guy attacked you in front of the whole town, on television.

Karen: I'm not going, Ricky, not with you. This didn't happen to Frank out of nowhere, and we both know that. You did it.

Ricky: Me?

Karen: You lit that candle, didn't you?

Ricky: No! What candle are you --

Karen: You know, it's somewhere in here and I'm going to find it.

Ricky: Karen, wait. Hold --

Mary: Why, Frank? Why on earth would you do that to Karen with everybody watching?

Frank: I didn't, Mom. It wasn't me.

[sirens]

Mary: What are you talking about? I don't understand. Of course it was. I saw you.

Frank: No, it was a candle! It has to be!

Mary: What?

Frank: There must be one around here somewhere.

Chris: What's your problem, Scanlon?

Mary: Chris.

Chris: Mary, no offense, but your son here needs serious help.

Frank: It was the candle. The candle is making me do it.

Chris: What candle?

Doree: Sorry, ma'am, excuse us. You're going to have to move. Let's go, you.

Frank: Hey, hey, easy.

Mary: What are you doing with my son?

Doree: Frank Scanlon, you're under arrest --

Mary: No!

Chris: Tell him, Doree.

Doree: For aggravated assault, assaulting a police officer, disturbing the peace, and anything else I can think of between here and the tank that's going to keep you in there.

Mary: No, no, no.

Doree: You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law.

Karen: Where is it? There's got to be a candle in here, but there isn't. There's nothing here.

Doree: All right, let's move.

Mary: Oh, my God, no!

Frank: Karen --

Karen: No.

Frank: Karen, you know it wasn't me. Karen, please.

Ricky: Whoa, Karen, Karen -- hold up, Karen.

Frank: God help me, Karen!

Alison: I said get out of my way.

Livvie: And I said there's no way, so why don't you get back on your broomstick and fly off to wherever it is you came from?

Alison: What is the matter with you? You have, like, completely lost your mind.

Livvie: Yeah, and you're a witch. So go back to your dirty, rat-infested barn and leave me alone.

Alison: Why don't you get a clue, Livvie. Don't you get it? If it wasn't for you, then we probably would've found Kevin by now.

Livvie: Oh, you don't know what you're talking about.

Alison: Oh, I don't?

Livvie: No.

Alison: Are you going to stand there and tell me that it wasn't you who slashed Rebecca's portrait? Don't you get it? Rebecca is the only one who knows where Kevin is! And now you've fixed it so that she can't ever come out and talk to me ever again.

Livvie: You know what, Alison? I know who killed my father, and you killed him.

Alison: Oh --

Livvie: Ok? So if I got rid of Rebecca, great. One witch down, one to go.

Alison: I don't understand --

[Rafe coughs]

Alison: What is that?

Livvie: What is what?

Alison: That noise. I heard something. Do you have somebody in there?

Mary: No, no, no, I can take care of him. You don't have to do this.

Frank: Mom, stop.

Mary: Please, officers, will you wait?

Officer: It's out of our hands, lady.

Second officer: Sorry, ma'am.

Mary: No!

Doree: Hey, you.

Chris: Hey. How are you? You all right?

Doree: Are you kidding? My favorite guy rides up on his white stallion to save his lady in blue.

Chris: Ooh.

Doree: I'm supposed to be the cop, remember?

Chris: Well, then next time, don't let me do that again, ok?

Doree: My hero. Just doing what comes naturally. And smart --

Chris: Mm-hmm.

Doree: Sexy --

Chris: Oh.

Doree: Great in bed.

Chris: Guilty.

Doree: And defends his maiden, too.

Chris: Oh, go on. I'm serious, go on.

Doree: I couldn't without you. Honestly, Chris, I want to spend every minute with you.

Chris: You do?

Doree: Every second. Don't you?

Mary: No! No, no, I -- I'm coming with you.

Officer: He's going in the cage, ma'am. You'll have to follow.

Second officer: Come on, pal, pick it up.

Mary: Frank! Frank!

[Phone rings]

Karen: Just put my keys over there, ok?

Ricky: Just -- just let it go, ok? Just relax.

Karen: It's ok. I got it. Hello, Dr. -- What? What did you say? What do you mean you saw me on the news? Who is this?

Ricky: Give me that. Now, you listen to me, you creep, you ever hear of Caller I.D.? The cops will be on the way -- hello? Bastard.

Karen: Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

Ricky: Hey, hey, hey, Karen, slow down, ok? Don't let it get to you. It's just one lousy call.

[Phone rings]

Karen: No, no, not again. No more. I can't.

Ricky: You're damn right no more. You see? Problem solved.

Karen: I -- what does this mean? What -- what -- is this going to be my life now? I -- you know what? People see me half-naked on the news and every pervert in town will know where I live and where I work and --

[Karen sighs]

Ricky: All right, all right, listen, Karen, just take it easy. Take it easy, ok? In a couple of days, this whole thing, it's going to blow over.

Karen: No, no, it won't, Ricky, ok? It won't just blow over, all right, and we both know that. God, I let Frank back into my life. I trusted him. How could he do this to me?

Lucy: Please, Rebecca. Please, I'm begging you.

Ian: Lucy, come on.

Lucy: Please. Please, Rebecca. Please.

Ian: It was worth a shot. Maybe we should --

Lucy: No, no, I am not going anywhere. I'm staying right here. Rebecca, please --

Ian: I think maybe --

Lucy: No, I don't want to go anywhere. I know there's an answer right here. I know it's here and she's going to give it to me. Come on, Rebecca.

Ian: I know, too. I know you're right.

Lucy: What? You think I'm -- I'm right? Why do you keep trying to drag me out of here then?

Ian: Because you need some rest. We'll come back. Come on.

Lucy: No. No, no, I don't want rest, I don't want to sleep. I can't sleep knowing he might be out there hurt. Doc could be out there needing me.

Ian: We're not helping anyone --

Lucy: No. He needs me. Ok. Rebecca, you're my last hope. You're it. So I'm standing here begging you to help me. Look, Alison told me that you want to do good, that you really want to help people. Well, I helped Alison. I trusted Alison and I trust you. And you can trust me. So let's help each other here. Please, Rebecca, just come out and tell me where my husband is. That's all I'm asking. Just a brief moment. Just come out and tell me. I need my husband back. Please help me. Please?

Alison: I heard something in there.

Livvie: So you heard the TV on.

Alison: No, I didn't, I heard -- oh, my God. You have another guy in there?

Livvie: Look, Alison, I've got better things to do than to sit here --

Alison: Livvie, I can't -- I'm right, aren't I? I can't believe -- you just broke up with Jack, like, about five minutes ago. And now you're off shacking up with some lumberjack out here in the woods?

Livvie: Oh, please, Alison. Like you even bothered to say goodbye to Jamal before you were all over Rafe. And I don't give a damn what you think about me.

Alison: Fine. Do, don't, I don't really care. Why don't you try having some respect for yourself and for Jack? Because let's face it, this isn't the first time you've done this to him, but I promise you it will be the last.

Livvie: Oh, really?

Alison: Yeah, really. You don't deserve him, Livvie.

Livvie: Oh, no?

Alison: No.

Livvie: I don't?

Alison: No.

Livvie: Well, you're the one who made Jack hate me, Alison, and now you're sitting here judging me?

Alison: Yeah, yeah, ok. Yeah, I am. Because you know what, he's too good for you, but why that is a surprise to me I have no idea.

Livvie: And what the hell is that supposed to mean?

Alison: It's supposed to mean that, Livvie, it's the same old story -- you breaking up with Jack, over and over and over and over. It's a wonder to me that you and I were ever even friends.

Livvie: Yeah. Well, that's ancient history now, isn't it?

Alison: Yeah, I guess it is. So maybe for old, old, I mean really old times' sake, why don't you show me what kind of piece of work you have in there, huh?

Rafe: Livvie?

Karen: I'm going to have to change my number, maybe even move.

Ricky: No, no, no, Karen, Karen, you don't have to change a thing, ok? Just be glad that Frank is going to be getting a new address, at least for a while.

Karen: What is everybody going to think, my friends, my patients? Do you know how hard I worked to get to this point, and now -- oh, God, now I just want the ground to open up and --

Ricky: Karen, come on.

Karen: Why is this happening, Ricky?

Ricky: Hey, hey. Hey, look at me, all right? Look, this is not your fault. Ok? You are --

Karen: No, stop, stop!

Ricky: A great woman.

Karen: Don't, don't. I don't want to hear you tell me what a great girl I am, all right?

Ricky: Look, Karen, I --

Karen: Don't, please? Just -- just be quiet, ok?

Ricky: Do you want me to go?

Karen: No.

Ricky: Are you sure?

Karen: Please stay. Please. Please. Please.

Frank: No, Karen. That dress -- get away. Stay away from those men. You whore. You're asking for it. They're going to -- they're going to -- no! No, no, no. Get -- get out of my head. Go away! Why -- why do I keep seeing her like that? Why?

Frank: Why won't it stop? Why won't it stop?

Lucy: She won't talk to me.

Ian: We'll try another way.

Lucy: No, every time I think we're finding a way, every time I think I find something, we go around the corner and then all I see is a wall, another corner and another corner and another corner --

Ian: Easy, easy.

Lucy: He is out there waiting for me to find him, and I know he's talking to me. I'm supposed to hear his voice. I'm supposed to be able to hear what he wants me to do. This is very hard.

Ian: Maybe now is not the time.

Lucy: This has to be the time. It's the only time we have. We're running out of time. So I have to get Rebecca to talk, and she's going to talk to me. Just watch.

Ian: You need some rest.

Lucy: No, no, just -- please, Ian? Ok. Ok. Come on, re-- wait a minute.

Ian: What? What is it?

Lucy: Something -- something is so different about this portrait.

Ian: What's different?

Lucy: I don't know. I don't -- I don't know, but something's not right.

Ian: That painting. Is that who I think it is?

Lucy: It's an ancestor. It's Rebecca. That's Alison's great-great-great-grandmother.

[Lucy gasps]

Lucy: Oh, my God. Oh, my God! The candle!

Ian: What candle? What are you talking about?

Lucy: Do you remember when we came before and I said there was something off with the picture? I told you I can't figure it out, but something was different about the picture?

Ian: What? I --

Lucy: The candle. She was holding a candle. Don't you see? She had the candle in her hand.

Ian: She had a candle?

Lucy: Yes, yes. Listen, when I first saw this portrait, she did not have a candle, and then when you and I came, we saw it. She had a candle. And now look. It's gone. In between there was a candle, but now it's gone.

Alison: Well? Aren't you going to tell me who it is?

Livvie: Like I said, it's none of your business. Now for the last time, will you just go away?

Alison: You know what, actually, I will. I'm going to get as far away from you and this piece of lowlife scum that would actually hook up with you.

Livvie: Good.

Alison: You know what, Livvie? I used to think that it wasn't your fault when Caleb had you all strung out. Now I know I was wrong because you guys were the perfect match. You're both heartless and soul-less. I hope your new boy in there measures up.

Livvie: Oh, it's payback time, Alison. You killed my father, you made Jack hate me. Now it's your turn. And I know just how to do it.

[door opens and closes]

Rafe: Hi. Who were you talking to?

Livvie: Um -- it wasn't anybody. No one important, anyway. Rafe, listen, there's -- there's something I have to tell you.

Rafe: Something wrong?

Livvie: Yeah, kind of. That's what I wanted to talk to you about ever since I found you unconscious in the woods, but I didn't want to make things any harder on you or confuse you or anything.

Rafe: Sounds pretty serious.

Livvie: Yeah, it is. As serious as it gets.

Rafe: Then tell me, please.

Livvie: Ok. Look, remember when you asked me if there was someone special in your life, if there was someone you loved?

Rafe: Yeah, yeah.

Livvie: Well, I wasn't exactly honest with you when I said there wasn't.

Rafe: I knew it. I knew it. I had a feeling. Can you take me to her?

Livvie: No, I'm sorry, I can't.

Rafe: Why not? I mean, if she's out there --

Livvie: Because, Rafe, she's not out there. I mean, she's right here.

Rafe: I don't understand.

Livvie: We're not just friends, Rafe, we're lovers. And I have missed you so much. So much.

>> Stay tuned for scenes from the next "Port Charles: Superstition."

>> on the next "Port Charles" --

Alison: Livvie's up there.

Jack: Alison, come with me.

Alison: Where?

Jack: We're going to go up there and we're going to throw her out.

Alison: No, we can't. She's not alone. She's got another guy up there.

Livvie: All I want is what's best for you. You trust me, don't you?

Rafe: No.

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