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Date: Tue, 25 Oct 1994 12:42:52 CDT
From: U14780@uicvm.uic.edu
Subject: GH: Update for Mon 10/24/94

By:  kathy%gundog@lbl.gov (Kathy Ellington)

          General Hospital Update for Monday, October 24

He Done Ripped Out Lucy's Heart and Stomped that Sucker Flat!
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In the lighthouse, Kevin prepares for his dinner with Miss Lucy and
mentally replays the events of the previous day (when she tried to seduce
him in his office). He's set for tonight: shaved, showered, combed, got his
Hai Karate aftershave dabbed behind his ears, and he's wearing his lucky
shorts! Lucy arrives and gives him a couple of digs about their aborted
dalliances of the past few days. Kevin hitches up his pants and assures her
that there will be no interruptions tonight! Things start cookin' at the
lighthouse but hit a small snag when Lucy takes an interest in one of
Kevin's "dead hand coming out of the bloody water" sketches. She presses
him for an explanation of the ugly artwork and he gets all defensive and
refuses to discuss it. Lucy nails him when she says that this is what he
shares with Felicia but won't share with her, isn't it? Meanwhile, in
another part of town, a restless Filly paces her apartment, unable to
sleep. She hallucinates and sees Frisco in the shower, in the closet, in
her bowl of Haagen-Daz frozen yogurt, in the toilet bowl, etc. She phones
Kevin, her "pal", to tell him about her visions. Kevin, however, has other
things on his mind. It's T-minus-30-seconds and he's in charge of Mission
Control. They've received the "GO" signal, and the thrusters are powering
up. The missile is being elevated into position. Miss Lucy, squirming
underneath him, is making squealy noises and breathing hard. Inside his
head, the crowd is chanting "Kev-IN Kev-IN Kev-IN". All systems are,
indeed, GO-GO-GO! when all of a sudden...the phone rings. Lucy tells him to
ignore it, and he tries, but then Filly's chipmunk-like voice starts her
nasal droning into the phone recorder. She blabs on and on and on. In his
head, the "Kev-IN" chant dies down, the thrusters start to power down, the
missile cranks down with a soft "whoosh", and Miss Lucy's temperature drops
to sub-zero! Kevin actually takes the call while Lucy fumes and freezes in
the background. After he hangs up they, naturally, argue. Lucy asks Kevin
why he has time for everyone else except her? When will it be HER turn?
When will he share his innermost self with HER, as he's done with Felicia?
Kevin tries to deflect the conversation, but Lucy is too hurt and doesn't
let him off the hook. She says she opened her heart to him and now he has
emotionally trashed her again. Well, he won't get another chance to hurt
her! She leaves in tears. Then a frustrated Kevin, somewhat moronically,
semi-trashes his living room yelling "Damn you, Grace!"

The Noose Tightens around Eddie the Q's Neck!
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Sean and Garcia [WOOF! WOOF! WOOF! aahh-WOOOO!] meet with Jack Boland and
his attorney, Dudley Parr. Boland will be giving Sean his deposition in the
Ward murder case and there's a court reporter present with her little
machine to take down his statement. Jack says that he and the Silver Eagles
(at that time they were comprised of Eddie Quartermaine, Lee Baldwin and
Frank Smith) opposed Bradley Ward's politics but all of them "personally"
admired him [Jack said that without bursting into flames]. Boland says that
Ward's followers were full of misplaced righteous indignation; Garcia gets
righteously indignant over that phrase [wouldn't you love to see Garcia
"riled up"??]. He admits that the Silver Eagles hired a private
investigator to dig up the dirt on Bradley; the guy found out about Kylie
and Elizabeth. The Eagles told Bradley that they'd use the dirty info to
ruin his career. Boland claims that the next thing he knew, Bradley had
disappeared. Jack says that Edward called a meeting of the Eagles and told
them he wanted them to back off of Bradley; Eddie didn't want them to
harrass Bradley any more. Jack said that the Eagles refused to turn down
the heat, but claimed that Edward said he'd take care of Bradley
"personally"! Jack also said that Edward was the one who called him late
that same night and told him that the Bradley Ward situation had been
"resolved". Boland said that some time later, when he asked Edward about
Bradley's disappearance, Eddie gave him the impression that Bradley had
committed suicide. Boland, Parr and the reporter leave Sean's office. Sean
calls the District Attorney and starts the legal wheels in motion to indict
Edward for the murder of Bradley Ward. The DA licks his chops and says
he'll handle this one "personally"!

Justus Ward, "did anybody get the number of that truck?"
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Jason and Keesha arrive at Justus' firehouse. It's dark and Jason makes a
mi-move on her; he tells her that she's beautiful [His mama didn't raise
any dumb boys] and moves toward her. Her tongue is a welcome mat and they
join in a series of youthful, sloppy kisses. They neck a short while then
Keesha hits the lights. She squeaks when she sees cousin Justus, laid out
like a black beanbag chair with all the stuffing kicked out. Jason tells
her to call 911 and the PCPD; he bends over Justus and checks for vital
signs. The emergency guys arrive and cart Justus off to GH. Keesha goes to
pick up May-Mae and Jason tags along with the ambulance. Meanwhile, near
the emergency room at GH, Bobbie has just asked Tony if he'd like to get
together with her for dinner or something. He agrees to it but the
ambulance arrives then and interrupts them. Ancient Doc Steve calls Tone
Loc over to examine Justus. They determine that Justus has internal
injuries and maybe some broken ribs. [What?? No subdural hemotoma?] They
prepare for surgery. May-Mae arrives and tells an unconscious Justus to
"hang in there" and that he promised he wouldn't leave her. Just as he's
carted away, Luke arrives.

End of show. Don't forget to "Die dulci fruere" (Have a nice day)

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