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So. It's true. You slept with my BABY sister. My sweet, vulnerable, only 19 years old at the time, BABY sister. / I guess so. / You GUESS so? Weren't you, like, THERE?! / Yes, but you weren't. / Of course I weren't... I mean wasn't. I was in... in New York. / So. It's MY fault. Is that it? / Depends on your point of view. |
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It's not your fault. I understand that you had to go to New York. You were miserable here. Cynthia and I... stuff happens. / Stuff happens? That's it?! / Look, you were gone. Paul was gone. Cynthia and I became friends. We clung to each other. The people we loved most in the world were away from us. / Only, Paul would come home now and then. One night, he and Cyn had a fight. |
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Paul was doing very well with his job in Raleigh, but he had moved, knowing Cynthia didn't want to move away from Haven. / I don't know all the details, but it seems that Paul had pressed Cynthia into moving. He even threatened to break off their relationship if she didn't. / It wasn't Paul's best moment. Had your Mom been home, Cynthia would have run in and cried to her. She wasn't, and Cynthia didn't want to be alone. / Cynthia called me. Ironically, I had been on the phone with you earlier. So, naturally, I was feeling a bit low myself. As I said before, she and I had become friends. This was no big deal, or so I thought. |
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Wait a minute. You were feeling bad after talking to me? We never fought when I was in New York. / I didn't say we did. / Don't get me wrong, I was happy that you were up there. You were so ecstatic every time I spoke with you that I knew you were where you needed to be. / But what did I have, compared to New York City? As much as I looked forward to your calls, they always made me a bit sad. / Anyway... / You can get an idea of the kind of mood we were in. |
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Cynthia and I left the coffee house, but we were still pretty bummed out. We wanted to forget, if only for that night. / Cynthia didn't like beer, so I picked up some coolers. We went back to my place, even as messy as it was, and drank and held each other. / Several coolers later, Cyn told me that I was cute. I confessed that I thought she was hot. / A couple of tickle fights late, we realized that neither one of us was TECHNICALLY attached. / One should never rationalize when one is lonely and full of Strawberry Daiquiri Wine coolers. Nor should one take for granted the fact that condoms are only 98% effective. / I think we used one. She asked and I dug around. We must have. / A couple of weeks later, we found out it didn't matter. Cynthia was on the edge of a breakdown. / I thought about asking her to marry me, but I knew that wouldn't work. She loved Paul. There was you. So, I... I asked her if she wanted to have an abortion. |
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An abortion? Gee whiz, that's intense. Eeeeee. / Yeah, but what we DID was intense. Especially since we're in love with other people. / Dumb ol' stupid pregnancy test. Why did it have to say positive? Why did Paul have to leave? Why did Chelsea have to leave? / Why don't we say it's their fault when they come to kill us? |
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I don't want to have an abortion! I don't want to be like one of those AFTER SCHOOL SPECIAL kids. / Welll, then we have to be brave and honest and tell everyone the truth. We need to hope everyone is mature enough to forgive us. / Uh... / ARE YOU CRAZY!? If Paul doesn't kill me, daddy will! Daddy will skin YOU alive and he's mature! He's over sixty. / Okay... I'll tell them that I took advantage of you. |
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What? You'd tell them that you took advantage of me? You'd do that for me? / I should've known better. I AM older. I think. / And you have been an emotional dung heap since Chelsea left... but I can't let you do it. / Just... promise me, when I go, you'll be there too. / You bet. / Cool. / And that was about it. That's what happened. I'll, uh... I'll pack my things. / What?! |
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Pack your stuff? / You're just going to give up on us? Gone, vamoose, adios, that's it? Okay, I'm mad at you, but it's not forever. / I love you. Besides, how are we going to have all the fun of making up if you leave? / Not yet. |
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I'm not defending what she did, Ben, but she is our daughter. She had an abortion. Would you be so unforgiving if she had run over someone with a car or shot somebody with a gun? / Never mind that it was HER body, HER decision. Are you running for office or something? / Decision? She was nineteen! / Yes, I would have preferred that she had come to us. We could have given her guidance and support. / I agree with you on that. At least we could have made her keep the baby. / What? |
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You would have forced her to keep the baby? / Damn right! Would you have helped her kill it? / No, and that's not the point! I would have SUGGESTED that she keep the baby, but it would have been HER decision in the end. Would you have insisted she marry Jubal? / I may be old fashioned, but I'm not insane. Besides, I would have skinned him alive. Hell, I still might! / Pfft / Stop it!! Stop it!! Stop it!! Stop it!! |
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Can't both of you just stop the bickering for a second? / I can't take this any more. I'm sorry that it happened. I'm sorry that I didn't tell you about it. Can we just let it be? / I apologize, Cynthia. We shouldn't have been arguing like that with you in the house. / Hell, it's probably Countess Dracula's bad influence anyway. / It's NOT Chelsea's fault! She wasn't even... here. It's my fault. I made the decision to sleep with Jubal. I made the decision to have an abortion. / Okay, I screwed up, big time, but it was MY decision. No one else is to blame. Not Chelsea, not Jubal, not Paul. It was all me, so if you want to kill someone, kill me. / I... you'll both pardon me if I get the HELL out of here! / BEN! Where are you going?! / OUT!! |
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Marty's Florist? Yes, I need two big bouquets of flowers delivered. Yes, BIG bouquets. / Both are to be delivered to the same address. One is for Mrs. Diane Monroe. The other goes to Cynthia Monroe-McRae. / Three hundred dollars? Well, maybe not THAT big. Both cards should read, "I am very sorry"... on second thought, I'll write it out myself and bring them down. / Yes, I still need them... delivered. |
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Why? / So... you're real... unless you're a hologram, projected from some hidden camera. Lord help me, I sound like Freddy from Scooby Doo. / Why do you shelter the murderer? The one who killed her child? I don't understand. Aren't you a man of faith? / She's not your daughter, Dr. Wellington! She's MY wife and what she's DONE is no business of yours. |
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She is not my Sally? / She's my wife, Cynthia. / Still, there is quite a resemblance, even beyond the looks. Both killed their own children; innocents who never had a chance at life. / What would you say is the proper punishment for their crimes? / What would GOD demand? |
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God demand? GOD provides. He would provide forgiveness. / NOOO! / I love my wife! Neither you nor I have the power to judge her! Only... / GOD DEMANDS JUSTICE!!! / Get... GET OUT! Get... out... of my head! / GOD DEMANDS... / ... Justice. |
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I need to speak with my wife, now. / I'm not sure it's a good time, Paul. / I'll see MY wife whenever I damn well please!! / I just want to tell her... / ... how much I love her, and how much I'll miss her. / / Now? / What did I tell you five minutes ago? We'll make up... later. / Na, na, na-na-na-na -- / Tickle, tickle. / Don't... you... DARE. / Now? / Goddess. Give me strength. |
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What's going on? How did I get... Cynthia? / Ugh!! / Ben!!! Stop it!! |
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Ben, please, wait. If this is about the incident with your wife this afternoon, I didn't mean to hit her. I'm sorry. / Don't play that game with me, boy. I ought to beat you to a bloody pulp. / But, I'm a nice guy. / I'll let the Sheriff deal with you. Why, Paul? Why did you try to kill my family? / What?? / I didn't... I couldn't. I... oh, no. |
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Cynthia, Mrs. Monroe, I'm truly sorry. Other than that, I'm not exactly sure what to say. / There's nothing to say, Paul. Please, just leave us alone. / This boy isn't going anywhere! The sheriff is on his way! / I'm sorry, Ben. I have to go, now! / Oof! |
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You come back here you sonofa... / Leave him alone, Ben. Leave it ALL alone. |
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MY BABY SISTER!! / WHEW... I think that was the last outburst... for a while. / Here it is. I'm still upset with what you did, but I think I understand. I know about loneliness and need. I definitely know about falling on my face and doing stuff I thought I never would do. / But most of all, I know that I love you and I definitely know that the mush factor just went through the roof. / Heh. |
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Okaaaay, I'm done torturing you. We can make out -- I mean, up, now. / In fact, you know that particular piece of clothing you wanted me to wear and that STUFF you wanted me to do, but wouldn't? Well, buster, tonight is your lucky night. Give us a kiss... / Chelsea! I have to see you! I have to see you, now! / Uhhh, please excuse me while I kill my brother. |
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Chelsea, I need to speak with you. I need your help, now. / O-kay. / You're not going to try to get back at me with Chelsea? / What? NO! I'll deal with you later. / Hmmmm. / Chelsea, I know why the ghost is haunting my house. |
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As you recall, we speculated that Sally Washington, MAY have gotten pregnant and then had an abortion. What we DIDN'T think about was who actually PERFORMED the abortion. / No. You don't think it was Dr. Wellington? Her own father?? / I know he did. / How do you know he did? / He... Dr. Wellington, or better said, his GHOST, took possession of me. He tried to make me kill Cynthia. He almost succeeded. / What?! |
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Why? Why would Paul try to kill me? It doesn't make any sense at all... unless he's still mad about the SPELL thing. / NO!... Not even then. Sure, Paul can be a stick in the mud, but he's no killer. / But he did try to kill you and he's hit me TWICE. I'll admit that he's not acting like our regular Paul, but the fact is, he had the knife. He wanted to kill you. / Could it be... the GHOST? / The ghost? |
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Don't you see, Mama. Maybe, just maybe, the ghost that tried to kill me went all Linda Blair on Paul. That has to be it! / It has to be. Ghosts CAN Linda Blair people, right? / That's a very big assumption to make. What if Paul WASN'T possessed? / Mama, two of your daughters turn into panthers. A ghost possessing somebody is practically normal compared to that. / You have a point. |
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You did what??!! You tried to KILL Cynthia? MY BABY SISTER?!! / When she says "MY BABY SISTER", watch out. / But it wasn't ME! I mean... I was under some kind of possession. I tried to fight it. You have to believe me... I really tried. I didn't want to kill Cyn... uh, I mean... besides... / I should have killed you two instead. |
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It's quite your fault, you see. The both of you dragged me back into this world. The both of you... made me remember. / Damn you all to hell! / Ughh! |
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Howdy, Ben. I heard you had quite a ruckus. / That's putting it mildly. / Daddy, I NEED to talk to you. / Not now, little girl, I'm busy. / Okay, Ben. What happened? / It was the boy, Paul McRae. He... / He and I had a fight, and that's all there is to it. |
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