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From: jyarnot@netcom.com (Jan Yarnot)
Subject: GH: Update Thursday March 2 1995
Date: Fri, 3 Mar 1995 03:27:47 GMT

MAN TROUBLE AT THE OUTBACK

Felicia is on the phone to the WSB trying to find Frisco.  Robin comes in
looking for Stone.  Stone comes in, in a bad mood, and will not listen to
anything Robin or Mac have to say about how dangerous Scully is.  Tony drops
by to annnounce that Sean is doing well, and Tiffany is staying by his side.
He says to Filly "Well, YOU're looking..." and she fills in the blank
"pregnant."  There's a fax from Frisco, he will be there "before the due
date."  The due date was 4 days ago and Filly's stiff upper lip crumbles.
Tony will take her to hear MaryMae at Luke's so she can't brood, yet again,
on how many times Frisco has disappointed her.  Stone huffs out.

LUCKY HAS SORAS(Soap Opera Rapid Aging Syndrome.)
Luke and Lucky and Laura have it out at Beecher's Corners.  Laura is furious.
Lucky is furious, and no way will he stay with his Mom.  Laura finally
realizes she's raised a brat, which I could have told her when he crawled
under the table at dinner at Aunt Bobbie's.  I note his voice is dropping,
and he's suddenly acting 13 or 14, not the 11-ish he's been.  Luke says he
will fix it with his brain power.  Laura does NOT look impressed.
Back in PC, Mike notes the coolness between father and son and has a little
chat with Lucky, and Lucky does speak to Luke and ask to stay (with Foster)
to hear MaryMae sing.

CONNIE, MISTRESS OF THE DARK
(I think she's in the wrong show... Tales From the Crypt is more her
speed.)
Lucy and Kevin are discussing Ryan's "death."  When he admits he's had
trouble sleeping, she says "Doc!...Did you really think you were going
to skate through this whole affair without feeling anything at all?"
Later Kevin admits that his heart feels like a ton of bricks.  Connie is
lurking as they hear about the autopsy.  It's really amazing that there
was another dead body of the approximate age at the same time: I noted
some four or five drawers at the morgue, it's a fairly scary loony bin.
(Is this where they were keeping Felicia?)  Connie announces that the
Fielding family wants Mr. Fielding burned and flushed, and is horrified
to hear that Kevin thinks cremation is a good idea for Ryan as well.  She
tells Kevin that Ryan was terrified of fire and begged Connie not to
let him be cremated.  Lucy steps in to defend Kevin's next-of-kinhood,
but Kevin is willing to settle for a small funeral that afternoon at the
cemetery at the psychiatric hospital.  Connie whips into the morgue, changes
toe tags and labels again, and just in time, here come the attendents to set
the body up for viewing.
The autopsy shows a coronary occlusion.  For a man of 33 (hey, now we know
for sure how old Kevin is!), Ryan had the health of a fella twice his age.
Or at least the autopsy of one.  Kevin views the body again, and remarks
to Lucy "we've been stumbling around in Ryan's nightmare."  He has flashbacks
of a Kevin-Ryan talk, which I'm sure Lynelle and Razz remember better than I,
I wasn't sure if this was a real flashback or a wish one.  After Kevin and
Lucy leave, Connie nips in and slips something out of her purse into the
coffin... an antidote to enbalming fluid?  Garlic? We don't see exactly
what it is, and if she pops it open like an ammonia capsule or injects it
or just puts it down.  The attendants come in and hammer down the coffin lid,
but they carelessly forget the wooden stake through the heart....
At the graveside, Lucy suggests a hymn, an idea that Kevin rejects out of
hand.  He recites a poem about Death's boatman refusing a fee (I thought
Charon *insisted* on a fee?)  Lucy bends down and wishes Ryan peace, even
though, thank God, she never knew him.  Connie hustles them out through the
cemetery gates and starts to work, with ominous organ music and a wolfhowl
in the background....
And I feel like the Cryptkeeper.  That's it for today, kiddies, but you
be good little boils and ghouls. *Hee-hee-hee-hee-hee-hee!!!!!*

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Jan Yarnot, net.granny, RABbabe   | Apples and oranges are a different
jyarnot@netcom.com                | kettle of fish.
Proud owner: Animaniacs jacket!   |                       --r.a.b, 1990
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