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August
12, 2009 Transcript Michael: Run, Kristina, go! Go! [Grunting] Guard: You shouldn't have done that! Michael: [Breathing heavily] [Crickets chirping] [Clattering] Jerry: Oh, bloody hell. Oh. I'm in a new suit. Well... Jason--[Chuckles] You look crushed. [Laughs] Ahh. Come on, Mr. Morgan. You can push. Try a little harder. Jason: [Grunting] Jerry: Those bicep curls didn't prove too handy, after all. Outstanding effort, though. I had no idea this building was so unstable. You know, they don't build 'em like they used to, right? Hope you got your tetanus shots. You know, I'm under a certain dilemma. Do I get you from under that beam and get the game going? I mean, that's what Sam would have wanted, right? I mean, she needs some good news, given her current situation. What do you think? No, nothing? Ah, what the hell. It's the least I can do. Ah, here we go. [Grunting] Oh! Oh, good. What have we here? Freak Dorsey gun. Hmm. This would have come in handy. Yeah. [Gunshot] Michael: I wouldn't stick around if I was you. Jerry's gonna go ballistic once he finds out you let Kristina get away. So...here's the deal. You walk away, and he doesn't have to find out how everything went down. Guard: [Breathing heavily] Better idea. I tie you up, and then I get the girl. [Fire alarm sounding] [All murmuring] Jerry: Oh, bloody hell. I should have known. Jason: [Groaning] Jerry: I'm used to my own gun, you see. You see, it pulls a little bit, so I tend to overcompensate. But your gun, on the contrary, aims correctly. So it's such a pity I missed the heart, and I hit that-- where did I hit-- oh, yeah, the clavicle. Ooh, that looks nasty. But no worries, won't happen again. Okay, here it goes. [Crickets chirping] Jerry: You know, it is kind of ironic, actually, because I've wounded several people in the exact same spot. [Chuckles] Is it terribly painful? Jason: Give me my gun and I'll show you. Jerry: You know, it's really, really distressing to fail to make a kill on the first shot. But you know that, don't you? I mean, you failed with me, and that oversight will certainly come back to haunt you. But, you know, there's a nice, interesting benefit to missing in that the target doesn't die immediately, giving us a wonderful opportunity to discuss unfinished business, don't you think? Ah. But make no mistake. I mean, under the best circumstances, you have a 50/50 percent chance of making it, even if help was coming, and it's not. So... well, apart from that, any final requests? Jason: I want proof... Claudia was responsible for Michael's shooting. Kristina: The guard didn't follow us. Michael: Yeah, he's probably running for his life. He's history once Jerry finds out he let us get away. Kristina: You don't think Jerry would really hurt him? Michael: If he can't find him, no. Same goes for us. Kristina: Jerry wouldn't hurt us. Michael: We don't know what Jerry would or wouldn't do. And by the way, nice move with the fire alarm as a distraction. I'm impressed. Kristina: Maybe I'm not as helpless as you think. Michael: Maybe. Now we gotta figure out what's next. I mean. We got our I.D. and extra cash... Kristina: And the stuff we took from the apartment to sell. Michael: Yeah. I think it's enough to get to Cancun. Kristina: Laura went to Cancun once with her dad. I still have the postcard. And now I get to see it in person. Michael: No, you don’t. You gotta go home. Jerry: We could--oh, that looks painful. I'm curious, which is worse? The gunshot or being crushed down by the beam? Jason: [Groans] Do you have proof that Claudia got Michael shot? Jerry: [Laughs] You know, that's extremely optimistic about you to ask about Claudia’s guilt. You know, that would presuppose that you were able to get out of this alive and act on whatever I tell you, which, uh, it won’t. Jason: [Groaning] Then you have nothing to lose by telling me. Jerry: Guilty, innocent, really, what does it matter? I mean, Michael's shooting was an accident. It was no one's fault. It was just the unfortunate ricocheting of a bullet that frankly, Sonny deserved. Jason: That's not an answer. Jerry: You're missing the point, as usual. If you were so hell-bent on revenge for something so entirely random, you wouldn't be lying here now waiting to die. Michael: Hey, no sign of trouble so far. Kristina: Then I don't have to go back to Port Charles. Michael: You didn't do anything wrong, Kristina. Why would you want to trash your whole future? Kristina: You'd still be stuck in that apartment if it weren't for me. You need me. You can't stand to admit it, but you do. Michael: Why would you want to stay here when you got so much going on for you back home? I mean, honor roll at Madison, Kiefer. I mean, come on, it's summer. Kristina: So what's better than Cancun in the summer? Michael: [Sighs] Kristina: If positions were reversed, if it were me who caused the accident and you were free to go home, would you? Michael: And leave you here alone? Of course not. Kristina: There's your answer. Whatever we do, we do together. Michael: [Sighs] Jerry: Michael waking up should have been a thing of joy, but instead of you devoting yourself to the young man's recovery, you were just hell-bent on retribution. Jason: Did-- did Claudia tell you? Jerry: Ah, my God. Stubborn as a mule. But I'm curious--what good is there in exacting revenge for something that was essentially an accident? Jason: Michael lost a year of his...[Groaning] of his life. [Breathing heavily] He suffered brain damage, and he has to live with that forever. Somebody's responsible. Jerry: Hello! You killed the man that was responsible, remember? Very efficiently. Ian Devlin pulled the trigger that hit young Michael. Jason: He didn't-- he didn't work alone. Jerry: All right, all right, I give up. I admit it. I was a reluctant accomplice. But I was nowhere near the warehouse when Michael was hit, okay? When I heard that Kate Howard was going there with Michael, I tried to stop them. Oh, by the way, do I get brownie points for that? Jason: Were you... and Devlin working for Claudia? Jerry: You don't care about guilt or innocence! You're just trying to find an excuse for you to kill Claudia. Jerry: Well, Claudia and I had a mild flirtation, and why not? I mean, she's a highly sexual Woman. I mean, whatever potential we had went south when she refused to broker a deal between me and her uncle Rudy. And it wouldn't have worked between us, anyway. You know, she was too high-maintenance for me. Really. Jason: Did she--did she get Michael shot? Yes or no? Jerry: Well, there was no evidence, apart from me, of course. You know how much my word is worth. And it's way more interesting when there's Sonny's baby to consider. There's no conflict now. No great moral dilemma. I mean, how difficult can it be to kill someone like Claudia? Why don't you just go ahead with it and stop worrying about what I have to say? Jason: Because I want the truth. Jerry: The truth? I mean, why bother with facts and logic when all you want is for her to be guilty? As you lie there, your life seeping out of you, you can tell yourself anything you want to believe. I mean, anything. It won't make a difference. You'll die happy thinking that you're right. I mean, isn't that amazing? That the great Jason Morgan might actually die in peace. Hmm. [Jerry whistling] Jerry: [Chuckles] You're probably wondering where I was. I was actually disabling the electrical system on the SUV so you can't go anywhere. Not that you could if you would, anyway. Ahh. I suppose it would be kind to put you out of your misery, right? Jason: [Groaning] Right. What are you waiting for? Jerry: Hmm. No, I think I want to be bad. I'm rather enjoying the thought of you lying there, dying, knowing that you've lost. It's worse than the bullet wound, isn't it, Jason? You know, that blow to your pride. After all the threats, you know. The times that you tried to kill me. [Chuckles] And now I get to kill you. And if you're lucky, actually, you'll already be dead when the rats and coyotes turn up for your dinner. [Sighs] On second thought, you know what? Just in case... [Gunshot] Jason: [Groans] Jerry: Did it hurt? You see, that lowers your chances even further. I'm going to sleep so well tonight.
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