Monday, February 18, 2002

Transcribed and edited by Cindy Popiela and Karen Ross.

At The Funhouse

Troy: So you were the one that was responsible for the kidnapping?

Lindsay: Yes, and I let Colin take the blame for it.

Troy: And you were the one that injected Nora with the drug that wiped out her memory?

Lindsay: Yes, and I let Colin take the blame for that too.

Troy: Thank you for telling me all that Lindsay.

Lindsay: Do you have enough details now that, that you can convince Colin to change his mind Troy? . . . Troy, what are you thinking?

Troy: I'm thinking . . . (looking at Lindsay) Gotcha!

Lindsay: What do you mean?!

Troy: (laughing) Do you have any idea how long I have waited for you to tell me the truth?

Lindsay: I know, I know. I should have followed my heart. I . . . I should have trusted my heart. I wasted so much time.

Troy: Yes Lindsay, you did.

Lindsay: At least if we die, we'll die together. (crying) And I will have died an honest woman because that lie has caused me nothing but pain and misery.

Troy: (looking at her in disbelief) Not half as much pain and misery as it caused Nora!

Lindsay: I know I caused Nora a lot of pain by taking away her memory.

Troy: Do you know that?!

Lindsay: Yes, but that doesn't matter now. The only thing that matters is that we're together and somehow we're going to get out of this. We . . . we might get out of this.

Troy: One of us will anyway.

Lindsay: NO! We are both going to get out of this. Do you understand?! I love you. I would NOT leave you here. (crying, she lays her head on his chest) I . . . I wish that you could put your arms around me. I need to feel your arms around me, now.

Troy: (looking disgusted by her touch) Actually, I can. (pulling out the key, he unlocks the cuffs)

Lindsay: (shocked) Where did you get that key?!

Troy: We're not gonna die Lindsay.

Lindsay: We're not?

Troy: No! But you are going to be punished.

Lindsay: No one is going to get punished if we can get out of here before Colin gets back.

Troy: There is no Colin! Colin's been dead for almost a year Lindsay.

Lindsay: No, he's here. You know that, . . . he just stopped me from . . . he just stopped me from opening the trap door.

Troy: That was me.

Lindsay: No, you were here. You were cuffed to the wheel.

Troy: Was I?

Lindsay: Well . . . what's going on?

Troy: I was Colin, Lindsay. I've been pretending to be Colin the whole time. (getting up)

Lindsay: No! That's . . . that's not possible! You called me . . . you called me. I was talking to you on the phone when Colin came to the gallery. (Troy goes behind the wheel to grab his bag) He showed me a tape. And you were on that tape, and you were here.

Troy: (pulling out "Colin's" shirt) Was he wearing this?

Lindsay: You called me. You called . . . you called my name from in here. . . when I had just . . . (backing up against the wheel) I had just left Colin at the entrance.

Troy: (pulling out the remote, he plays the tape of Troy's voice calling for Lindsay) Modern technology.

Lindsay: There is no way . . . there is no way you got back and forth without me seeing you.

Troy: (opening the secret passage, he retrieves the crowbar from the entrance) Recognize this? Isn't this the crowbar that Colin took away from you? (tossing it on the ground)

Lindsay: What about Colin's phone calls?

Troy: I made them.

Lindsay: Why?

Troy: To convince you Colin was still alive.

Lindsay: Why would you do that?!

Troy: To get you to confess.

Lindsay: But I . . . I love you!

Troy: (looking away in disgust) Oh please!

Lindsay: (crying) And you . . . you love me.

Troy: NO Lindsay! LOVE YOU? LOVE YOU? AFTER EVERYTHING THAT YOU'VE DONE! NO LINDSAY, I DON'T LOVE YOU! I CAN'T STAND YOU!

Lindsay: You loved me! I know you did. I felt it!

Troy: No Lindsay. It was an act. It was all an act to get you to tell me what you did to Nora.

Lindsay: But what about the . . . the fundraiser for your clinic and Romali and . . .?

Troy: Romali, right! The great African photographer. I never even heard of Romali until I saw one of his pictures in one of your catalogs.

Lindsay: I don't believe it!

Troy: Believe it. And you know what else I did? I kissed you and I made love to you. All to get you to trust me, to confide in me. And none of it worked!

Lindsay: I still don't believe it.

Troy: Instead of, instead of telling me about what you with to Nora, you started telling me about every other evil thing you were up to. When you told me that you were trying to break up Jen and Cristian by convincing Jen that she was pregnant with Al's baby, it made me sick! I wanted to call it quits and give it up, but I couldn't because I had already invested too much time. So that's when I decided to give you the truth serum.

Lindsay: What truth serum?

Troy: Oh come on Lindsay, the wine that went to your head! But even that wouldn't work on you. So that's when I decided to become Colin.

Lindsay: It was you!

Troy: That's right!

Lindsay: WHY?!

Troy: So that everyone will know the truth about what you did. And guess what? Now they will! (playing the tape of her confession)

Lindsay: (crying, she slides down the spinning wheel to the ground) Oh . . . my!

Troy: It's over. It's finally over!

Lindsay: You told me that you loved me. And you slept with me just to get me to confess?

Troy: Colin was my brother, Lindsay! He was my TWIN BROTHER. Now I know he wasn't the greatest guy in the world, BUT he wasn't a kidnapper! He would have never of held an injured woman prisoner and he sure would have never injected her with a drug to wipe out her memory. That was all you Lindsay! (turning his back to her)

Lindsay: You convinced me that we had something.

Troy: (looking guilty) We had nothing!

Lindsay: You're lying!

Troy: (looking at Lindsay) Whatever we had Lindsay . . . . whatever we had was based on lies. On your lies! Everytime I had to kiss you, everytime I had to make love to you, it made me physically sick! But I kept doing it. I kept going so that I can finally clear my brother's name. And now that I got you on tape, maybe now Colin can finally rest in peace!

Lindsay: What have I done?

Troy: I've got a better question for you Lindsay. What am I going to do with that tape?

Throwing down the remote, Troy begins to change out of the destroyed blue sweater.

Lindsay: What are you going to do?

Troy: What am I going to do? I'll tell you what I'm going to do. (pulling out a clean shirt) I'm going to clean myself up, I'm going to change my shirt and I'm going to take you down to the police station.

Lindsay: You're going to take me to the police station?

Troy: That's right! Now that I finally have the proof that I need, I'm going to make sure that you go away for a long, long time. And maybe now Nora can finally get the peace of mind that she deserves.

Lindsay: Nora? What's Nora got to do with this?

Troy: Does that bother you, Lindsay? Does it bother you to hear Nora's name? (kneeling next to her) Well good! Because Nora is the one that gave me the strength and the courage to put up with you the whole time.

Lindsay looks at him and also notices the crow bar on the floor.

Troy: Get up Lindsay. We're going to the police station. (standing, he walks away and buttons his shirt)

Lindsay: So you never loved me?

Troy: How many times do I have to tell you?

Lindsay: You're lying!

Troy: You disgust me! In fact, the only way that I could ever even bring myself to touch you was to close my eyes, (kneeling next to her) and imagine that you were Nora! She's the one I want Lindsay! I don't want you! I could never love you. I LOVE NORA!! YOU GOT THAT? NORA!! Troy stands and turns around to finish buttoning his shirt. Lindsay crawls to the crowbar, stands and wacks Troy on the head. He collapses, out cold.

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