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From: rika1@mindspring.com (Rika) Subject: PC: Update, Thursday, 5/21/98 Date: Sat, 23 May 1998 05:07:35 GMT X-Server-Date: 23 May 1998 05:07:50 GMT PORT CHARLES UPDATE Thursday, May 21, 1998 TODAY'S STORYLINES: ------------------- * Some Miscellaneous Things For Which I Couldn't Think of a Clever Title * At Least Maybe They'll Get Some Nicer Furniture * Ever Wonder What It's Like to Date a Rich Guy? * Was It An Angela-Food Cake? SOME MISCELLANEOUS THINGS FOR WHICH I COULDN'T THINK OF A CLEVER TITLE ---------------------------------------------------------------------- At the hospital, Julie can't believe the police artist sketch of Grace's killer that Scott has shown her. She's laughing, in fact. Scott doesn't see why it's funny - Julie retorts, "It's a clown." (Look closer, sweetums. It's not just any old clown.) Scott impatiently sums up the importance of this sketch, since it came from an eyewitness account, and Julie still seems to miss the point: "So Bozo killed her?" (Don't call yourself Bozo, Jules. That's our job.) Scott finally stops beating around the bush and points out that the clown in the picture is wearing the same make-up Julie wore. Julie denies killing Grace. In a rage, she rips up the sketch. Elsewhere in the hospital, Karen and Joe are billing and cooing in a corridor; they are both nearly off duty. They talk about Matt, who volunteered for a double shift (which is the reason why Joe is almost done for the day). They discuss the possibility of doing something together (guess what), but Karen has to come back to the hospital later and she figures if she went home with Joe she wouldn't want to leave. He admits that he *is* tired. They go in to visit Neil, their pediatric cancer patient. The poor little boy looks terrible. They ask about a Star Wars model on his bed; he explains that his mother bought it for him, but she was supposed to buy the finished plane, not the model. "It's in about a zillion pieces," he sighs. Joe assures him that after he gets out of the hospital he'll be strong enough to "build a thousand spaceships." Neil thinks that sounds cool. Joe takes the model with him; out in the hall, Karen talks about how much she hates pediatrics. A boy like Neil should be outside playing, not in here attached to machines. She needs to get away; she leaves. Later, Joe and Karen visit Neil again. They have something for him. At first Neil remarks that he doesn't feel well, but when he sees what Joe has, he perks up. Karen and Joe have built the Star Wars model for Neil. Joe flies it towards him - upside down. He claims he did it on purpose to get by the rebel alliance. Neil thanks them, and they leave. Out in the hall, Joe remarks that Neil "lit up like a Christmas tree" when he saw the plane; Karen replies that Neil probably won't see another Christmas. She begins to cry; Joe embraces her. AT LEAST MAYBE THEY'LL GET SOME NICER FURNITURE ----------------------------------------------- Frank arrives home; Lark is there. She thinks he looks awful; he tells her he needs to inject some more DL56 and then he'll feel better. Lark begs him to talk to Joe, but Frank refuses because he knows that Joe would make him quit taking the drug. Lark doesn't know what else to do, so she grabs the vial of DL56 off the table. She can't let Frank take the drug anymore. She can't let him kill himself - he needs help and the drug isn't it. Frank tries to negotiate with her. He can't go off the drug cold turkey - he needs to slowly reduce his dosage. She tells Frank he sounds like a druggie. If Frank won't go to Joe, she'll take him somewhere else for help. Frank demands that she hand over the medicine. When she doesn't, he grabs her and yanks the drug away from her, while she hysterically begs him not to hurt her. He roars, "Don't you EVER - " and then Eve waltzes in to prepare for her date with Scott. She notices the tension between Lark and Frank and asks what's wrong; Frank says everything is fine. Later, Frank is sitting in the living room in the throes of DL56 withdrawal. He's apparently afraid to inject himself with Eve in the house. Scott arrives for his date with Eve, who isn't quite ready yet. Scott notices that Frank looks bad; Frank says he's coming down with the flu. Eve comes downstairs and tries to check Frank's temperature; he pulls away and claims that he just needs some sleep. She gives up and tells him she'll check on him in the morning. Scott and Eve leave, and Frank immediately injects himself with the drug. As he does so, Lark comes into the room and sees him. She calls out his name and startles him; he drops the vial with the remaining DL56. It smashes on the floor. Frank begins to yell - that was the last batch of DL56. Lark tearfully apologizes. Frank-enstein lunges at her in a rage; she tries to keep the coffee table between them, but then he picks it up and throws it out of the way. He grabs a hysterical Lark by the throat and pulls back his fist; instead of punching her, he drives his fist through the wall and lets her go. She sinks to the floor, crying. Frank grabs a fireplace tool and proceeds to thoroughly trash the living room - sofa, tables, lamps, curtains, mirror (oh oh, Frank, that's seven years of bad luck) - while Lark cowers on the floor, afraid that he'll trash *her* next. A bit later, the room is a shambles; Frank looks around, frightened at the mess he made. He insists that they have to straighten it up. Lark sits motionless on what's left of the sofa. Frank starts to try to clean things up, since he realizes that the others will be home soon. Lark tells him they can't fix it. He asks her please not to argue, just to help. She tries to point out what bad shape he's in; he's too busy cleaning up, and too scared that he'll get caught, to want to listen. But Lark tries again. She tells him how important he is to her - he's the first person who ever really cared about her. She can't stand by and watch him destroy himself. If he won't go to Joe or Karen to get help, she'll do it. In a deadly calm voice, Frank tells her, "You'll never tell a living soul what you know. Not ever." When he turns to face her, his eyes are cold, hard, almost inhuman. (I can't believe they wasted Jay Pickett playing a generic nice guy for so many months. He is really, REALLY scary when he's evil.) Julie arrives home to find the living room destroyed. "Killer Julie" has been spray-painted on the walls. She stares at the mess in horror, and Frank startles her when he walks in behind her. Frank claims that Lark is responsible for the mess. Julie asks why Lark would do something like this. Frank says he couldn't ask her because her stuff is gone and she has left. Julie thinks this is another attempt by Lark to get Frank's attention. Frank says he doesn't think so: "From what I can tell, Lark is gone for good this time. I don't think she's ever coming back." EVER WONDER WHAT IT'S LIKE TO DATE A RICH GUY? --------------------------------------------- Scott and Eve's date turns out to be a junk-food picnic in the back of Scott's truck. Scott starts to say, "Now that we've eliminated you as a suspect - " but Eve cuts him off. She's not sure who "We" would be (maybe he's got a frog in his pocket?), because *she* never considered herself a suspect. She wonders why she's suddenly in the clear; he tells her that there are incriminating fingers pointing elsewhere. She reminds him that there always *were*; he remarks (and she agrees) that she's never going to let him forget that. Scott tries righteous indignation - in the beginning, Eve thought he killed Devlin; she retorts that she believed him when he denied it. Scott insists that he believed Eve, too.... eventually. Eve thinks there's an apology due. Scott tries a VERY old line ("You're very pretty when you're - ") but Eve cuts him off and explains that he's not getting out of apologizing. He finally gets out an acceptable apology; she assures him he's forgiven, and they kiss. Scott can't see how he could ever have suspected someone with such sweet lips. Eve gets serious for a moment - *somebody* killed Grace and Devlin, and it could very well be someone that they know. WAS IT AN ANGELA-FOOD CAKE? --------------------------- Lucy is behind a screen at the Enchanted Escort offices, changing clothes, er, wigs - whatever. She comes out from behind the screen naked, except for a long blonde Lady Godiva wig. Lucy tries to get out of getting into the huge cake, using claustrophobia as grounds. The escort guy tells her that either she gets in or she's fired; "I'm in," she responds. He helps her into the cake while she babbles her fears. He then opens the door to wheel the cake to the elevator, but a detective and two uniformed police officers are waiting outside the door with an arrest warrant (for pandering). A horrified Lucy hides inside the cake. The police escort the agency owner away and put police tape across the door. The detective stays behind. He checks out the cake, curious about its contents. He tries to open it, but Lucy hangs on to the lid and manages to keep it from opening. The detective finally gives up and leaves; Lucy escapes from the cake, collects her things, and sneaks out of the office. Lucy arrives home looking disheveled and nervous. Her hair is a mess, and she seems to be wearing nothing but a raincoat; she looks out the window after she shuts the door. Kevin wonders who she's looking for; nobody, she insists. Kevin tells her that he knows all about her secret, and calls her "Angela Delight" (he exaggerates the pronunciation; it's pretty funny). Lucy starts to babble excuses, justifications, rationalizations, etc., etc., etc. at about Mach 4. It was for a good cause, and she couldn't use her own name, and the name had to represent a sharp business woman. She wanted to sound angelic, yet still "courtesan-like", dangerous, sexy (there's even something in there about pink and green neon). Kevin strolls around her, looking at her speculatively (whether at her outfit or at her overall performance is not clear - probably both) as she continues to tap dance. She admits that she went way over the top. Kevin remarks, "Hey, that's where you live anyway. Why should this be any different?" Besides, he likes that about Lucy. She's a little confused by his easy acceptance, but he assures her that it doesn't bother him and he can't wait to meet "Ms. Delight." Kevin moves forward to put his arms around Lucy; in keeping with one of the immutable laws of soaps, an interruption occurs. Victor walks in, paper and pen in hand. He apologizes to Lucy for spilling her secret, but Kevin was so persuasive - no, make that insistent - that Victor couldn't help it. Lucy asks Victor how *he* knew, and he retorts, "You told me." Lucy is *really* confused until Victor continues, "You don't remember telling me about the romance novel you're writing?" (Someone with Lucy's experience level at lying ought to know that it's really important to remember what story you've told to whom.) Lucy recovers quickly, but not quickly enough. She goes on about her supposed novel, but not before Kevin notices Lucy's temporary confusion. For the moment he ignores it; he asks her please not to have any murders in her book. She assures him that everyone in her book will have a happy ending - just like she and Kevin will. Later, Kevin and Lucy are dressed for the Cassadine Bacchanalia. (They both look absolutely smashing.) They're ambivalent about going - Lucy is worried about leaving Victor alone, and she's less than thrilled about attending a party for Katherine. Kevin figures that everybody will be staring at him wondering if they'll be the next victim of the General Homicide killer. Despite these concerns, they agree to go to the party and have some fun. Just then, Victor rushes into the room and announces that he has figured out the identity of the next murder victim. Kevin and Lucy stare at him in astonishment. ----------- by Rika, Thursday updater
