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From: rika1@mindspring.com (Rika) Subject: PC: Update, Tuesday, 11/25/97 Date: Sun, 30 Nov 1997 05:52:26 GMT X-Server-Date: 30 Nov 1997 05:52:43 GMT PORT CHARLES UPDATE Tuesday, Nov. 25, 1997 I have somewhat of a streak going here with Tuesday updates. Last week we had a Man in Towel sighting - this week, it's a Man (the same man, in fact) in Boxer Shorts. TODAY'S STORYLINES: ------------------- * Two Angry Men * And Here's to You, Mrs. Devlin * Danielle, We Hardly Knew Ye TWO ANGRY MEN ------------- Scott has dropped by Chez Jake. Scott offers sympathy, telling Jake, "I know what it's like to lose somebody." He explains that Danielle talked about her love for Jake, and apologizes for not protecting her. Jake figures Rex is responsible, one way or another, and he plans to make Rex pay. Speaking of blood, Jake tells Scott about Rex's plan to make it look like Danielle was Serena's biological mother. Scott can't understand why Jake didn't come to him. Jake explains that he and Danielle tried - they had planned to talk to Kevin, but he was in the ICU after his surgery, and Scott and Lucy refused to listen. Jake makes an excellent point: "You didn't trust us; why would we trust you?" Scott, that master of putting himself in another's shoes (NOT!), continues to berate Jake for not coming to him. Jake offers to go to the FBI, but Scott figures they need more than just Jake's word. Jake thinks he might have something. He opens the box which is supposed to house all the blood samples - except it's empty. (Besides, what would that prove? Rex could claim that Jake and Danielle cooked up the plot on their own.) Meanwhile, Rex is out on the docks dumping the blood samples, and the vials that held them, into the river. He might as well - with Danielle gone, his plan is pretty much down the drain. He is evidently of the if-life-gives-you-lemons-make-lemonade persuasion, because he gleefully croons "If I Were a Rich Man" as he destroys the evidence. You can almost see visions of alternate schemes dancing in his head. Scott and Jake go to the police station to see Garcia. They play Danielle's answering machine message to Scott for Garcia. Garcia listens to Scott and Jake's theory about Rex, and he agrees to question Rex. He's pessimistic, though, because they don't have any hard evidence. Unfortunately for Scott and Jake, Rex arrives at the police station and puts on another Oscar-worthy performance. He claims that Danielle was afraid of both Scott and Jake; he says that Danielle asked to move in with Rex for protection from Jake's violent temper. He tosses in a mention of the fact that Jake punched him right after Danielle died, and claims to be frightened of Jake himself. AND HERE'S TO YOU, MRS. DEVLIN ------------------------------ In Nicole's room at the Port Charles Hotel, we see Nicole in a bathrobe and Chris in paisley silk boxers. Unless they are lingerie models awaiting the photographer's return, we can safely assume that their kisses last Friday led to, shall we say, something more. Nicole is a bit embarrassed and guilty - Chris is the only man she's slept with besides Bennett. Chris assures her she didn't do anything wrong, and it's not the end of the world (gee, I hope not). Chris promises to be discreet (yeah, for as long as there's something in it for him). Suddenly, Chris and Nicole hear a knock at the door. It's the cheated-upon (and cheating) husband - what fun!! Bennett opens the door (he convinced the desk clerk to give him the key), but luckily Nicole had the presence of mind to put the chain lock on the door, so he can't get in. She tells him to scram, and after a brief through-the-crack-in-the-door attempt to convince her to let him in so they can talk things out, he departs. Chris, now dressed, glibly remarks, "That went well." Nicole was afraid she'd have a heart attack; Chris retorts, "Good thing you were with a doctor." He has to go to work, so he kisses her and departs. DANIELLE, WE HARDLY KNEW YE --------------------------- At the hospital, various interns and nurses hang around talking about Danielle. This isn't particularly interesting for two reasons: (1) they barely knew her, and (2) it's Danielle they're talking about. The gang puts aside their grief for long enough to offer and accept invitations to the Cast-of-Thousands Scanlon Thanksgiving Feast. Karen tells Joe that she regrets blaming Danielle for harming Serena, since now she knows "it wasn't all her fault." (Your updater thinks it was enough Danielle's fault that Karen was totally justified in every word she said about it, but guilt isn't necessarily a rational emotion.) Karen and Joe reflect on the difference between an intellectual and an emotional understanding of death. She remarks that they never take time to think about their own mortality; they are sacrificing so much to become doctors. Joe convinces her, though, that they are very lucky; she agrees that she wouldn't change anything in her life. Scott and Jake arrive, and Karen and Joe offer Jake their sympathy. Jake doesn't know what he's going to do (evidently he hasn't read the spoilers). Scott and Eve discuss the Subject du Jour; Scott relates Jake's grief to his own experiences and waxes rhapsodic about Dominique. Eve figures Dom must have been a saint to put up with Scott. Scott emphasizes Dom's sense of humor, remarking that Serena inherited it. Eve figures that Scott doesn't seem like a guy who likes to cook (she obviously doesn't know about his famous chipped beef), so she offers to prepare a Thanksgiving feast of hot dogs for Scott and Serena. When Scott questions the menu, she amplifies - "They're turkey dogs!" Scott invites her to the Cast-of-Thousands Coe-Collins Day-Before-Thanksgiving Feast, which is being held early so that Lee and Gail can take Serena to the Macy's parade. Eve accepts, and suggests an adults-only feast of turkey dogs on Thursday. Garcia arrives at the hospital and reluctantly arrests Jake for assault and battery - on Rex. Scott watches, frustrated. ------------------ by Rika, Tuesday updater
