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On the day before his renewal of wedding vows to Eve, Kevin visits Mac at the police station and asks him to drop the charges against Lucy. [General Hospital episode August 6 and 9, 2001] *This excerpt was made from full length transcripts on The TV Megasite's GH Transcripts page, and was done with the permission by my pal Suzanne, who's webmaster of The TV Megasite. |
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August 6, 2001
FAISON: IT'S BEEN A LONG TIME SINCE I SAW YOU. BACK THEN, YOU WERE NOT MRS. SCORPIO BUT MRS. JONES, I BELIEVE? FELICIA: I WAS MRS. SCORPIO IN THE PARKING LOT. AND IN THE ALLEY BEHIND THE SUPERMARKET, I WAS MRS. SCORPIO, TOO. WHAT DO YOU WANT WITH ME, FAISON? FAISON: WELL, YOU'RE THE ONE WHO'S BEEN FOLLOWING ME. I ASSUMED YOU HAD A REASON. IF NOT, IT'S ALL RIGHT WITH ME. THERE'S NO HARD FEELINGS. I'LL JUST SAY IT WAS VERY NICE TO SEE YOU AGAIN AND I BELIEVE YOU'LL BE ON YOUR WAY TAGGERT: MAC. THE TAIL WE HAD ON YOUR WIFE JUST REPORTED IN. THEY LOST HER. MAC: WHERE? TAGGERT: HEADING NORTH ON WATER STREET, ON FOOT. MAC: WATER STREET. TAGGERT: SHE WAS MOVING SO FAST, THE OFFICERS I HAD ASSIGNED TO HER SAID SHE MIGHT HAVE BEEN FOLLOWING SOMEONE. MAC: LET'S GO. FAISON: I ASSURE YOU I HAVE NO INTENTION OF DETAINING YOU. IN FACT, I WAS QUITE SURPRISED TO SEE YOU HERE. FELICIA: SPARE ME THE ACT. YOU TEASED ME. YOU LEAD ME HERE. YOU KNEW EXACTLY WHAT YOU WERE DOING. AND NOW YOU'VE GOT ME TRAPPED. THE DOOR IS LOCKED BEHIND ME. FAISON: OH, YEAH, BUT THAT'S BECAUSE IT'S A SECURITY DOOR. MOST INCONVENIENT. BUT FORTUNATELY, I HAVE THE KEY. MRS. SCORPIO, MAKE UP YOUR MIND. I THOUGHT YOU WERE ANXIOUS TO BE ON YOUR WAY. FELICIA: I HAVE LEARNED FROM EXPERIENCE NOT TO TAKE ANYTHING FROM YOU. FAISON: A KEY? YOU THINK IT'S, WHAT, POISONOUS TO TOUCH? A BOOBY TRAP? I DIDN'T KNOW I HAD SUCH A SINISTER REPUTATION. FAISON: OUR LITTLE MISUNDERSTANDING ASIDE, IT WAS VERY NICE TO MEET YOU AGAIN. DO SAY HELLO TO YOUR HUSBAND, WILL YOU? NOW WHAT? FAISON: CAN'T TEAR YOURSELF AWAY? FELICIA: IF I LEAVE AGAIN, YOU'RE GOING TO DISAPPEAR. AND I WANT ANSWERS. FAISON: ANSWERS? FELICIA: YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE DEAD. YOU DIED EIGHT YEARS AGO IN AN EXPLOSION OUT TO SEA WITH ROBERT AND ANNA. BUT HERE YOU ARE. AND YOU'RE ALIVE. ROBERT AND ANNA MUST BE ALIVE, TOO. I WANT TO KNOW. WHERE ARE THEY? The scene fades out, then returns. FAISON: HOW COULD I, LIVING MY QUIET LITTLE LIFE, HAVE IMAGINED THAT I WOULD BE THE SUBJECT OF SUCH HEATED SPECULATIONS? I ONLY SEE A FEW PEOPLE. I'M NATURALLY SHY. SO I TEND TO MY FEW MODEST INVESTMENTS. FELICIA: YOU'VE BEEN WORKING AS A JEWEL FENCE. YOU'RE KNOWN TO INTERPOL AS "THE GARDENER." FAISON: THE GARDENER? FELICIA: THE GARDENER. FAISON: WOW. FELICIA: MAC AND I HEARD A TAPE -- OR SO WE THOUGHT IT WAS YOU. WE DIDN'T KNOW FOR SURE. WE SHOULD'VE REMEMBERED YOUR FONDNESS FOR ORCHIDS. FAISON: MM-HMM. FELICIA: THE GARDENER. HOW APPROPRIATE FOR CESAR FAISON. FAISON: YES. FELICIA: ONLY WE THOUGHT YOU WERE DEAD. FAISON: WHATEVER WOULD GIVE YOU THAT IMPRESSION? FELICIA: WHERE ARE ROBERT AND ANNA? FAISON: ROBERT SCORPIO? FELICIA: AND ANNA DEVANE SCORPIO. WHAT HAVE YOU DONE WITH THEM? FAISON: WELL, I HAVEN'T HEARD FROM THEM IN YEARS. ANOTHER MAN WOULD BE QUITE OFFENDED. NO ONE COULD HAVE BEEN MORE LOYAL, FORGIVING, ATTENTIVE WITH THEM THAN I. BUT YOU KNOW WHAT FREE SPIRITS THEY WERE. FELICIA: YOU WERE ON THE BOAT WITH THEM. FAISON: BOAT? FELICIA: OFF THE VENEZUELA COAST. THERE WERE PICTURES! FAISON: I DON'T SEE HOW THAT'S POSSIBLE. FELICIA: OH, OK. I GET THAT YOU FAKED YOUR DEATH. DID YOU FAKE ROBERT AND ANNA'S DEATH? FAISON: WHY WOULD I GO TO THE TROUBLE? HMM? THEY DESERVED TO DIE -- ROBERT FOR HIS SINGLE-MINDED PERSECUTION OF ME, AND ANNA FOR HAVING THE BAD TASTE TO CHOOSE HIM. WELL, IF YOU SAY THEY DIED IN A BOAT EXPLOSION, IT'S FINE WITH ME. ALL I CAN ADD IS GOOD RIDDANCE. FELICIA: THEN THEY REALLY ARE DEAD. FAISON: I HAVEN'T HAD A CHRISTMAS CARD FROM THEM. HAVE YOU? FELICIA: YOU KILLED THEM. YOU DESERVE TO PAY FOR THAT AND FOR EVERY EVIL THING THAT YOU HAVE EVER DONE. The scene fades out, then returns. FAISON: OF COURSE, IT COULD BE ARGUED THAT YOU'RE NOT A GUEST, MRS. SCORPIO, BUT AN INTRUDER, SINCE YOU'RE HERE WITHOUT AN INVITATION, INSISTING ON STAYING WHEN ASKED TO LEAVE. FELICIA: YOU'LL NEVER MAKE IT OUT OF PORT CHARLES. MY HUSBAND WOULD NEVER LET THE MAN WHO KILLED HIS BROTHER STROLL BLITHELY AROUND THE STREET. FAISON: THERE'S THAT ACCUSATION AGAIN. I'M TRYING TO TAKE IT WITH A LITTLE SENSE OF HUMOR, BUT -- WHY WOULD I WANT TO LEAVE? I'VE ALWAYS BEEN FOND OF PORT CHARLES. I CAME TO MISS IT. THAT'S WHY I RETURNED. FELICIA: WELL, I HOPE YOU ENJOYED THE SIGHTS BECAUSE YOU'RE NOT GOING TO SEE THEM ANYMORE BECAUSE YOU'LL BE IN PRISON. FAISON: I DON'T UNDERSTAND. IT'S TRUE THAT I, IN THE PAST, WASN'T TOO LUCKY IN PICKING MY BUSINESS PARTNERS, AND PERHAPS CERTAIN OF THESE MEN DID SOME QUESTIONABLE ACTS, BUT I DIDN'T. I WAS BLAMELESS ALL ALONG. AND I'M LOOKING FORWARD TO CLEAR MY NAME ONCE AND FOR ALL. AND, OF COURSE, TO RENEW OUR ACQUAINTANCE. IT'S HARD TO BELIEVE, BUT YOU ARE EVEN MORE BEAUTIFUL THAN WHEN I SAW YOU THE FIRST TIME, ALL THOSE YEARS AGO. The scene fades out, then returns. FAISON: SURE. IT'S ONE OF FATE'S MORE GROTESQUE JOKES THAT THE MOST BEAUTIFUL AND UNFORGETTABLE WOMEN ARE MARRIED INTO THE SCORPIO FAMILY, CHOOSE TO JOIN THEIR LIVES TO MEN WHO ARE NOT WORTHY OF THEM. POOR ANNA. IN THE END, HER BAD JUDGMENT KILLED HER. FELICIA: NO, YOU DID. FAISON: IT'S AN UNSPEAKABLE WEIGHT IN MY HEART TO THINK OF YOU MAKING THE SAME NEEDLESS ERROR, TO THINK OF SUCH BEAUTY AND FIRE BEING SNUFFED OUT SO SENSELESSLY. MAC: DON'T MOVE! CESAR FAISON. WHATEVER SICK GAME YOU'RE PLAYING, FAISON, IT'S OVER NOW. August 9, 2001: MAC: DID HE TOUCH YOU? FELICIA: I'M OK. I'M FINE. FAISON: ANOTHER GUEST JUST IN TIME FOR COCKTAILS. SORRY. WE HAVE NOTHING TO IMBIBE. MAC: AND WHO WOULD WE DRINK TO, MY BROTHER AND HIS WIFE? FAISON: NO, TO YOU. TO YOUR SUCCESS. I UNDERSTAND YOU'RE THE COMMISSIONER NOW. BELATED CONGRATULATIONS, AND I'LL HAVE TO TOAST TO YOUR ASCENT AT A FUTURE DATE. MAC: FROM A 9x5 CELL AT ATTICA. FAISON: I DON'T THINK SO. MAC: THINK AGAIN. FAISON: THERE'S NO NEED FOR UNPLEASANTNESS, COMMISSIONER. MAC: YOU KNOW WHAT, FAISON? ON THAT I COMPLETELY AGREE. I'VE THOUGHT ABOUT THIS FOR A LONG TIME, AND THIS COULD'VE GONE DOWN IN A NUMBER OF WAYS. FAISON: MM-HMM. MAC: MY FIRST CHOICE WAS TO KEEP IT SIMPLE. FAISON: YEAH, WELL, I'D LIKE TO OFFER YOU A CHAIR, BUT -- MAC: YOU ARE UNDER ARREST FOR ABDUCTION AND MURDER. FAISON: WELL, I'M AFRAID WE HAVE A MISUNDERSTANDING. MAC: YOU HAVE THE RIGHT TO REMAIN SILENT. ANYTHING YOU SAY -- FAISON: WELL, WE ARE BARELY COMMUNICATING AS IT IS, AREN'T WE? IT'S VERY OBVIOUS YOU'RE DISTRAUGHT, COMMISSIONER. BUT WHY DIRECT YOUR HOSTILITY AT ME? MAC: YOU DON'T GET TO ASK THE QUESTIONS, FAISON. FAISON: WELL, AT LEAST ALLOW ME TO PUT YOUR MIND AT EASE. MAC: FINE -- THE EXPLOSION. THE EXPLOSION, FAISON. HOW DID YOU MANAGE TO SURVIVE? FAISON: I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT. MAC: YOU'D BETTER THINK OF AN ANSWER IN THE NEXT 10 SECONDS OR I'M GOING TO MAKE YOU WISH THAT YOU'D STAYED DEAD. The scene fades out, then returns. FELICIA: PLEASE DON'T ASK HIM ANY QUESTIONS. HE'S BEEN PLANNING THIS FOR A VERY LONG TIME -- A MIND GAME ONLY HE CAN WIN BECAUSE IT'S RIGGED. FAISON: YOU FLATTER ME, MY LADY. DO I REALLY INTRIGUE YOU SO MUCH? FELICIA: YOU MAKE MY SKIN CRAWL. FAISON: A VISCERAL, SOME MAY EVEN SAY AN EMOTIONAL RESPONSE. MAC: YOU HAVEN'T CHANGED, FAISON. YOU HAVEN'T CHANGED, BUT YOU SEE, I HAVE. HEY! FAISON: WHAT? MAC: MAYBE IT COMES WITH MY JOB. YOU SEE, THEY PAY ME TO WIPE UP SCUM LIKE YOU, AND I'M PRETTY EFFICIENT AT GETTING IT DONE. FAISON: MORE THAN YOUR BROTHER? MAC: LOSING MY BROTHER AND ANNA HAS HAD AN EFFECT ON ME. IT'S MADE ME COMPULSIVE ABOUT PROTECTING THE FAMILY I DO HAVE. FAISON: SOLID FAMILY VALUES. ONE OF THE QUAINT LITTLE TOUCHES I MISSED. MAC: MAKES YOU KIND OF SORRY YOU SHOT AND KILLED YOUR OWN MOM, HUH? FAISON: OH, IT'S GOOD TO BE BACK IN PORT CHARLES. I REALLY LOVE IT. MAC: YOU MAY NOT FEEL THAT WAY ONCE WE BOOK YOU, FAISON. SEE, THE JAIL CELL'S NOT THAT PICTURESQUE. FAISON: OH, COME ON. EMPTY BLUSTER. MUST WE DESCEND TO THAT? MAC: PICK AN EXIT, FAISON. PICK AN EXIT. SWAT TEAM'S READY TO TAKE YOU. FAISON: MM-HMM. WHAT A WASTE OF TAXPAYER DOLLARS. MAC: PLEASE, PLEASE, MAKE A MOVE. PULL A WEAPON, DO SOMETHING STUPID BECAUSE THE ONLY GOOD THING ABOUT YOU BEING ALIVE IS THE FACT THAT I CAN WATCH YOU DIE. FAISON: AND WHY WOULD I TRY TO ESCAPE? MAC: ARREST, TRIAL, PRISON. LIKE THAT. FAISON: "LIKE THAT"? YOU HAVE NO GROUNDS TO ARREST ME. MAC: ASIDE FROM MURDERING MY BROTHER AND HIS WIFE? FAISON: OH, A BOATING ACCIDENT, WASN'T IT? FELICIA: A SHIP'S EXPLOSION, SET UP BY YOU. FAISON: IS THAT WHAT HE TOLD YOU? IT'S A FANTASY. MAC: OH, WELL, YOU CAN TRY AND SELL THAT TO THE HIGH-PRICED LAWYER THAT TRIES AND FAILS TO GET YOU OFF. FAISON: WELL, I'M SORRY FOR YOUR LOSS, COMMISSIONER, BUT GRIEF HAS LOOSENED YOUR GRIP ON REALITY. MAC: FINE. FINE. YOU WANT TO PLAY IT THAT WAY, FAISON, THAT'S FINE. YOU KNOCK YOUR SOCKS OFF. YOU ARE STILL GOING DOWN. FAISON: THEY WERE ON SOME SORT OF A CRUISE -- THE SCORPIOS -- WHEN THEY MET THEIR FATE, RIGHT? MAC: YOU KIDNAPPED ANNA, AND ROBERT CAME RIGHT AFTER. AND THEN YOU BLEW UP THE BOAT AND FAKED YOUR OWN DEATH. FAISON: FRIENDS AND ASSOCIATES WILL VOUCH FOR THE FACT THAT, FAR FROM FAKING MY DEMISE, I WAS HAVING ONE HELL OF A TIME WHEN THE SCORPIOS MET THEIR FATE. AS A MATTER OF FACT, I WAS ON VACATION IN SOUTH AFRICA. BEAUTIFUL LITTLE SPOT. THOUSANDS OF MILES AWAY FROM THE VENEZUELAN COAST. MAC: OH, BUT YOU JUST HAPPENED TO KNOW WHERE THEY WERE BOTH MURDERED. FAISON: YES, BECAUSE YOUR BEAUTIFUL WIFE HAS BEEN REVIEWING THE FACTS. AND OF COURSE THERE WERE NEWSPAPER ACCOUNTS OF WHATEVER. BUT ONCE JOGGED, MY MEMORY'S FLAWLESS. PHOTOGRAPHIC, IN FACT. MAC: THEN PERHAPS YOU'LL RECALL THAT STALKING IS ILLEGAL. SO IS SNATCHING SOMEONE OFF THE STREET. FAISON: YEAH, YOU SHOULD TELL THAT TO YOUR LOVELY WIFE. SHE'S THE HUNTER HERE. I'M JUST THE INNOCENT PREY. MAC: BULL. FELICIA: IT'S TRUE. I FOLLOWED HIM. FAISON: SHOULD I PRESS CHARGES? HARASSMENT, PERHAPS? MAC: FAISON, YOU SET HER UP, ALL RIGHT, STARTING WITH THAT TAPE. YEAH, YOU'VE BEEN LURKING AROUND HERE FOR WEEKS, LEAVING A CALCULATED TRAIL. FAISON: ANYONE EVER EXPLAIN TO YOU THE SYMPTOMS OF PARANOIA? MAC: ANYONE EVERY EXPLAIN TO YOU THE PENALTIES FOR FENCING HOT JEWELS? FAISON: WHAT IS THAT, MORE BASELESS ACCUSATION? MAC: I PLAN ON PROVING EVERY ONE OF THEM. FAISON: WELL, THAT'S YOUR JOB, COMMISSIONER. YOU'RE WELCOME TO TRY. MAC: BELIEVE ME, I'LL DO BETTER THAN TRY. FAISON: OVERCONFIDENCE CAN BE VERY DANGEROUS. MAC: FAISON, AS YOU'RE ABOUT TO FIND OUT, YOU SEE, CRIMINALS, THEY RAT ON EACH OTHER ALL THE TIME. FAISON: UH-HUH. MAC: I GET IT DONE EVERY DAY. YOU JUST APPLY A LITTLE BIT OF PRESSURE AND THEY CAN'T WAIT TO ROLL OVER ON THEIR PARTNERS. FAISON: IS THAT RIGHT? MAC: NOW, YOU SEE, YOUR FRIENDS AND ASSOCIATES IN TOWN HERE, WELL, THEY'RE GOING TO GET A LITTLE VISIT FROM MAC SCORPIO. FAISON: YOU ARE AS ARROGANT AS YOUR BROTHER. MAC: BUT NOT QUITE AS ARROGANT AS YOU ARE. FAISON: MM-HMM. MAC: OH, FAISON, YOU HAVE BEEN GETTING AWAY WITH A HELL OF A LOT FOR A VERY LONG TIME. THAT'S OVER. I'VE GOT YOU NOW. THIS IS WHEN YOU PAY. The scene fades out, then returns. FAISON: YOU LOOK MORE LIKE YOUR BROTHER THAN I REMEMBER. FAMILY IS FASCINATING, ISN'T IT? ONE WONDERS, IS IT ALL D.N.A.? MAC: THAT'S SOMETHING YOU COULD EXPLORE WITH YOUR MOTHER IF YOU HADN'T MURDERED HER YEARS AGO. FAISON: THE WAY YOU HOLD YOUR WIFE'S HAND IS EXACTLY THE WAY ROBERT DID ANNA'S. I CAN PICTURE THEM IN MY MIND -- SIDE BY SIDE, THEM AGAINST THE WORLD, SO DEVOTED, SO DOOMED, SO -- MAC: DAMN YOU, FAISON! FELICIA: DON'T, DON'T, MAC. HE'S WORKING YOU. THIS IS FAISON'S M.O. REMEMBER WITH ROBERT? HE WOULD SEND HIM ORCHIDS BEFORE EVERY ATTACK. FAISON: WAS A GESTURE OF CAMARADERIE. FELICIA: A TAUNT. A THREAT. YOU REMEMBER THE FAMILY PORTRAIT WITH ROBIN, ANNA, AND HIMSELF? FAISON: YEAH, I LOVE THE VISION OF WHAT MIGHT HAVE BEEN. MAC: YOU SICK PIECE OF SLIME! FELICIA: HE WANTS YOU TO LOSE IT. HE WANTS YOU TO EXPLODE. DON'T GIVE HIM WHAT HE'S WORKING FOR. FAISON: YOU KNOW, EVERY MARRIAGE HAS A PATTERN. WHAT I SEE RIGHT NOW, IS THAT A GLIMPSE OF YOURS -- THE COOL, COMMANDING BEAUTY SOOTHING THE RAGING BEAST? FELICIA: THERE'S ONLY ONE BEAST IN THIS ROOM. MAC: I'D LIKE TO RIP YOUR TONGUE OUT RIGHT NOW, FAISON. FELICIA: THAT'S EXACTLY WHAT HE WANTS TO HEAR. HE FEEDS OFF OF PEOPLE'S EMOTIONS. DON'T LET HIM FEED OFF OF OURS. THAT'S HOW I GOT CAUGHT INTO THIS TRAP. I LET HIM GET INTO MY HEAD. FAISON: YOU FLATTER ME AGAIN. I OCCUPY YOUR THOUGHTS? FELICIA: FIRST THE TAPE, THEN THE FLEETING APPEARANCES DOWN ON THE DOCKS. I THOUGHT THIS WAS MY IMAGINATION, BUT IT WAS JUST THE SILLY GAME. FAISON: YEAH, BUT THE GAME OF LIFE, IN WHICH DESTINY CALLS THE TUNE. FELICIA: YESTERDAY, I DIDN'T EVEN TELL YOU ABOUT IT. I SAW HIM IN THE PARKING LOT, AND THEN I SAW HIM IN THE HOSPITAL. HE WANTED ME TO FOLLOW HIM. I SHOULD'VE KNOWN THAT HE WAS PULLING MY STRINGS. I SHOULD'VE KNOWN THAT HE HAD SOME KIND OF PLAN. FAISON: NOT MY PLAN. THE ETERNAL PLAN. WE'RE ALL AT THE MERCY OF FATE HERE. FELICIA: DON'T LISTEN TO HIM. DON'T EVEN TALK TO HIM. DON'T GIVE HIM THE CHANCE TO WIN, MAC. MAC: FELICIA, MY IMPULSE IS TO REACH OUT AND GRAB HIM BY THE THROAT AND SLOWLY CHOKE HIM TO DEATH. WHAT HAPPENED TO ROBERT AND ANNA, FAISON? TAKE ME THROUGH IT, STEP BY STEP. FAISON: WELL, YOU MAY AS WELL ASK ME HOW I SUMMONED THE RAIN, HOW I ROSE THE WIND AND THE TIDES. MAC: WERE THERE WORDS AT THE END? A MESSAGE? SOMETHING MY BROTHER SAID? FELICIA: DON'T GIVE HIM THE POWER. FAISON: AM I THE MASTER OF THE UNIVERSE, ORDERING LIFE AND DEATH? I'M NOT. I'M JUST A SIMPLE INVESTOR WITH A QUIET PASSION FOR -- MAC: COLD-BLOODED MURDER. FELICIA: LIKE A RARE ORCHID, LIKE A MAHLER SYMPHONY, THE PORT CHARLES RIVER BY NIGHT, AND, ABOVE ALL, BEAUTY. I CRAVE IT WITH EVERY BEAT OF MY HEART. MAC: YOU HAVE NO HEART. BUT BY SOME FLUKE, YOU'RE STILL ALIVE. FAISON: MM-HMM. MAC: IS IT POSSIBLE MY BROTHER IS, TOO? DID ROBERT AND ANNA SURVIVE? The scene fades out, then returns. MAC: THERE ARE PHOTOGRAPHS OF YOU ON THAT BOAT, FAISON, WITH ROBERT AND ANNA, AND THEY WERE BOTH ALIVE. FAISON: MM-HMM. MAC: NOW, YOU MANAGED TO SURVIVE. THERE'S A CHANCE THEY DID, TOO. FAISON: WELL, I DON'T KNOW IF IT'S MY ENGLISH OR WHAT, BUT I THINK I'VE TOLD YOU MANY TIMES NOW THAT I WASN'T ACTUALLY THERE. MAC: DO YOU WANT TO SEE THE PHOTOGRAPHS? I'M GOING TO SHOW THEM TO A JURY. FAISON: WELL, IT COULD BE A LOOK-ALIKE, AN IMPOSTER. MAC: THAT'S YOUR STORY. THAT'S YOUR STORY, FAISON. FAISON: YOU WANT A STORY? I'LL BE MORE THAN HAPPY TO OBLIGE, COMMISSIONER. SEE, ONCE UPON A TIME, THERE WAS A BEAUTIFUL WOMAN WHO FELL IN LOVE WITH A DWARF. NOT A LITTLE DWARF. HE WAS NORMAL SIZE. BUT IN MIND AND SPIRIT, HE WAS A DWARF. AND THIS DWARF OF A MAN HAD A VERY POWERFUL ENEMY WHO DISGUISED HIMSELF AS CESAR FAISON. HE LURED THE DWARF MAN ONTO A BOAT -- MAC: BY TAKING ANNA HOSTAGE. FAISON: WOULD YOU SHUT UP WHILE I'M TRYING TO TELL YOU A STORY? THANK YOU. THE ENEMY WAS A VERY CLEVER MAN. HE WIRED THE BOAT WITH EXPLOSIVES, AND THEN HE ABANDONED THE BOAT JUST AS THE DWARF MAN ARRIVED. SO THE DWARF MAN AND HIS BELOVED WERE BRIEFLY REUNITED. BUT THEN, FROM A SAFE DISTANCE -- MAC: YOU DETONATED THE EXPLOSIVES. FAISON: HMM. WELL, THINK OF ME AS HANS CHRISTIAN ANDERSON SPINNING A TALE FOR YOUR DELIGHT. BUT LIKE MANY OTHER FAIRY TALES, THIS STORY HAS A MORAL. FELICIA: WHICH IS? FAISON: DWARF MEN ARE EXPENDABLE -- AND ALSO EASY TO KILL. THERE'S ALMOST A JOY SEEING THEM BEING BLOWN INTO BITS AND PIECES. LOVELY WOMEN ARE RARE. ONE HATES TO PART WITH THEM. BUT ALAS, WHEN THEY CLING TO PYGMY LOVES, THEY'LL HAVE TO BE SACRIFICED. FAISON: SO THIS IS WHERE YOU'RE GOING TO EXECUTE ME? WHAT ARE YOU GOING SAY, THAT I TRIED TO RUN AWAY? YOU GOING TO PLANT A WEAPON? WHAT? FELICIA: WHY NOT? YOU DRAGGED ME HERE AGAINST MY WILL, I TRIED TO SCREAM, AND YOU TRIED TO KILL ME. MY HUSBAND SHOWS UP AND THEN YOU BOLT FOR THE DOOR. FAISON: THAT PORCELAIN FACE. SUCH BEAUTY. HMM? LIKE EVERYTHING ELSE, NATURE LIES. FELICIA: YOU HAVE TO LIE TO WIN. I LEARNED THAT FROM YOU. FAISON: AND WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU CARRY ME OUT OF HERE IN A BODY BAG? HMM? GOING TO MAKE YOU FEEL GOOD? YEAH. MAC: MM-HMM. FAISON: LIKE A HERO? YEAH. MAC: MM-HMM, IT'S WORTH A SHOT, FAISON. FAISON: YEAH, SURE IT IS. OK. GET ON WITH IT. DO IT. MAC: OH, I'VE WAITED FOR THIS FOR A LONG TIME. FAISON: THEN WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR? COME ON. MAC: THIS IS SCORPIO. I'M IN THE WAREHOUSE. AND I HAVE THE SUSPECT. REPEAT -- CESAR FAISON IS IN MY CUSTODY. NO CASUALTIES. LET'S TAKE HIM IN. LIKE I WAS SAYING, FAISON, YOU ARE UNDER ARREST. |
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