Elizabeth: You still haven't seen it?
Lucky: It's locked. See?
(Lucky tries to open the door)
Elizabeth: Oh.
Lucky: Well, this is it, so don't bag it if it's a rat hole, ok?
Elizabeth: Lucky. You have your very own apartment.
Lucky: I have a room over a bike shop.
Elizabeth: Yeah, but it's private. I mean, no one to report to, no more curfews, no more 'you can't do this until your room's clean.' You get to make the rules.
Lucky: I have to admit, I kind of like the idea. A door that not only closes but locks, too. A permanent roof over my head.
Elizabeth: It's been a wild eight months, huh? Sleeping on benches, in boxcars--
Lucky: --In your room. That was the best.
(Jason walks up to them.)
Jason: Sorry I'm late.
Lucky: Hey.
Jason: Hi, Elizabeth.
Elizabeth: Hi.
Jason: Wow. I didn't know you played guitar.
Lucky: Yeah, it was a gift.
(Liz and Lucky smile at each other)
Elizabeth: I can't wait to see it.
Lucky: I've been trying to tell her not to expect too much.
Jason: Yeah. Ok. There you go. You call me or Mike if there's a problem. Hope you like it.
Elizabeth: I'm sure we will. Thanks.
(Jason gives Lucky and keys and leaves)
Lucky: Ok, now don't laugh, all right?
Elizabeth: Ok, I promise. Just open it.
Lucky: I'm serious.
Elizabeth: Okay, okay.
(They open the door and walk in, and look around really surprised)
Lucky: Oh. I think we've got our work cut out for us. But all is not lost. There's a phone jack.
(Lucky starts up the computer, as Elizabeth walks up to him.)
Elizabeth: Do you think it works?
Lucky: There's one way to find out. I'm going to get this program scanning the Platinum Triangle Agency to see if they mention that model Maggie Christian.
Elizabeth: Can you imagine nude photos that aren't even really you going out all over the internet?
Lucky: There are lowlifes all over the world.
Elizabeth: I guess Maggie didn't pay that blackmail. Hey, do you think this guys knows that Emily's rich?
Lucky: If he knows her last name, he does.
Elizabeth: Which he does, since he sent her those pictures, remember?
Lucky: "He probably won't stop at 20,000, either.
(Elizabeth starts pulling off the sheet draped over the bed)
Elizabeth: Wow.
Lucky: What? 'Wow' is right.
Elizabeth: Help me take this off. Do you like antiques?
Lucky: I like this one.
Elizabeth: You're going to have to get a new mattress, though.
Lucky: What's wrong with the mattress? This is fine.
(He sits on the bed.)
Elizabeth: Well, until you get a chair, I might have to sit on this, but I'm not going to sit on that, and you definitely shouldn't put your head on it because it's just disgusting.
Lucky: Why not?
(He starts to lean back, but Elizabeth grabs him before his head could touch the mattress)
Elizabeth: No, Lucky, please don't. It's just gross.
Lucky: It's a bed. Come on.
(Lucky leans back further)
(She leans her head really close to his face)
Elizabeth: Lucky......humor me, ok?
(She pulls him back up)
Lucky: Ok. So should I sell the bed to buy a mattress?
Elizabeth: You'll come up with something. You always do. You know, this really isn't that bad. It's not. It just needs a good cleaning and some cheering up. What do you think about a mural on a four walls?
Lucky: Well, we'd have to strip the wallpaper, get the glue off.
Elizabeth: We have to clean everything.
Lucky: Yeah, it'd be a lot of work.
Elizabeth: I think it would be fun. Unless you'd rather we just paint it white. Then you can hang posters or whatever.
Lucky: Mural. I'd have to make you a key so you can come and go and work on it whenever you want. (Watching her) Or, I mean, if you just want to be alone or hang out, you know.
Elizabeth: I'd love to have a key... if that's really ok with you.
Lucky: I think I can live with it.
(next scene)
Lucky: Yeah, wallpaper glue remover.
Elizabeth: Is there really such a thing?
Lucky: Yeah. We can get rags downstairs. Vinegar.
Elizabeth: What's that for?
Lucky: Mix it with water. It's a poor man's window cleaner. You know, you really don't have to help scrub this place if you don't want to.
Elizabeth: No, I want to. That way, it'll go a lot quicker so I can start.......I wonder if I should do the ceiling.
Lucky: Let's start with the walls.
Elizabeth: Well, I think we should get started right away, so why don't you go the store and pick up the stuff we need, and I'm going to go home and grab my art supplies. I'm thinking locations.
Lucky: Locations?
Elizabeth: Yeah, locations. I think I¡¦ll paint this wall a beach. Maybe this one a forest. Maybe I'll even paint the boxcar.
Lucky: That's perfect.
Elizabeth: Good.
(They both reach for her purse, and Lucky starts to lean closer. As they're about to kiss, the computer beeps. Both look towards the computer)
Elizabeth: Program's finished.
Lucky: Yeah.
(he looks back at him and they kiss)
(They pull apart and look at each other)
Lucky: Now I'll check the computer.
Elizabeth: So is it good news or bad news?
Lucky: Not great. Damn. Of all the people Emily could have pulled into this, why'd it have to be a Cassadine?
Elizabeth: Builds character, for both of you. It does. So do we need Nikolas now?
Lucky: I'll go downstairs and call him.
Elizabeth: Hey. (she reaches out and touches Lucky on the arm) I'll go....just this once.
Lucky: You're a pal.
Elizabeth: So are you.
(She walks out and leans against the closed door, smiling)
(next scene)
(Nikolas and Emily are out in the hall.)
Nikolas: Has that guy tried contacting you again?
Emily: Why?
Nikolas: Because you're being so quiet. What's up? Hey, look, we're going to get this guy, all right? That photo's never going to go on the internet or anywhere else where anyone can see it, ok?
Emily: I hope so. Actually, that's not, that's not really what's bothering me. It's just some family problems. I was glad when Liz called with a distraction.
Nikolas: All right. She did say A, right?
Emily: Uh-huh.
Nikolas: All right.
(Nikolas knocks)
Elizabeth: Hey, guys. Come on in.
Lucky: That's right, I live here.
Elizabeth:: We're going to fix the place up. We're going to strip the wallpaper and then paint everything. I'm going to paint a continuous mural on all four walls. And he's got his own bathroom. It's going to be great, huh?
Lucky: Yeah.
Nikolas: There's a lot to be said having a place of your own. Elizabeth said that you came up with something?
Lucky: I ran a search through the payroll, the personnel, and the private records at the Platinum Triangle Agency, and the name Maggie Christian isn't listed. But the company didn't go on computer until 1995.
Nikolas: So if she worked for them before that...we just have to check the filing cabinets at the head office.
Lucky: Cassadine, we're going to have to do more than just check. It's going to require a plan. We may even have to, well, let me see, how do I put this for you?
Elizabeth: Sneak around, like in a John Grisham movie?
Lucky: Maybe. But first of all, there's a bigger problem. The corporate office for the agency is in Manhattan.
Nikolas: So what's the problem?
(next scene)
Nikolas: What? What? I mean, I can afford to get us to Manhattan.
Lucky: We know you're loaded, man. That's not the point.
Nikolas: No? Then what is? Your asinine Luke Spencer pride? We're supposed to be helping Emily here. I mean, you have certain computer skills that I lack. I have money, and you don't. So why don't we just pool our resources together and get this thing done, huh?
Lucky: I'll pay you back. For Elizabeth, too.
Nikolas: Good. With interest, if it makes you feel better.
Emily: Have you ever been to Manhattan?
Elizabeth: Only in my dreams.
Emily: Well, one dream coming true tomorrow.