"The Gift": Analysis of "The Gift" Arc of ABC-TV's Port Charles
(c) Alison Armstrong
(c) Alison Armstrong
An analysis of the "The Gift" episodes of the show Port Charles, formerly of ABC-TV. This site will focus on the scenes featuring the vampire character
Caleb Morley/Stephen Clay (portrayed by actor Michael Easton). The character of Caleb Morley/Stephen Clay and any other characters relating to Port
Charles are the property of ABC and their creators. This is a fan-run site and is not an official site, nor is it affiliated in any way with ABC, Port Charles, or
the actors portraying any of the Port Charles characters. No copyright infringement is intended. The writings on this site are copyrighted by the author,
Alison Armstrong, and may not be reproduced without the author's express permission.
Caleb Morley/Stephen Clay (portrayed by actor Michael Easton). The character of Caleb Morley/Stephen Clay and any other characters relating to Port
Charles are the property of ABC and their creators. This is a fan-run site and is not an official site, nor is it affiliated in any way with ABC, Port Charles, or
the actors portraying any of the Port Charles characters. No copyright infringement is intended. The writings on this site are copyrighted by the author,
Alison Armstrong, and may not be reproduced without the author's express permission.
"The Gift" #32 (cont.)
She thinks he is joking, merely toying with her to teach her a lesson. However, he insists that this is no joke. He
has, as he previously warned her, reached the limit to his patience.
“No more,” he vows. “No more life with a woman who lies to me and steals from me. It’s over, Olivia.”
She thinks he is joking, merely toying with her to teach her a lesson. However, he insists that this is no joke. He
has, as he previously warned her, reached the limit to his patience.
“No more,” he vows. “No more life with a woman who lies to me and steals from me. It’s over, Olivia.”
Snappies of "The Gift" scenes
taken by A. Armstrong
taken by A. Armstrong
“Caleb, come on,” she implores. “I know that you’re angry, but please . . . ”
“It’s not anger,” he replies with icy finality. “I’m disappointed. ”
“I told you how sorry I am,” she persists, still believing that all her “I’m sorry’s” can heal any calamity she
causes.
“Disappointed in myself,” he continues, unfazed by her redundant regrets. “I wanted you so bad I didn’t see
you for who you really are.”
“Who I am is someone who loves you,” she exclaims. “I took that ring because I loved you.”
“It doesn’t matter why you did it!” he yells. “You did it! I can’t trust you anymore. Do you understand?’
“It’s not anger,” he replies with icy finality. “I’m disappointed. ”
“I told you how sorry I am,” she persists, still believing that all her “I’m sorry’s” can heal any calamity she
causes.
“Disappointed in myself,” he continues, unfazed by her redundant regrets. “I wanted you so bad I didn’t see
you for who you really are.”
“Who I am is someone who loves you,” she exclaims. “I took that ring because I loved you.”
“It doesn’t matter why you did it!” he yells. “You did it! I can’t trust you anymore. Do you understand?’
“No, I’m not going anywhere!” she shrieks. “No, no, I won’t let you destroy us. No! No, please!”
“Sweetheart,” he hisses, forcing her towards the door, “one way or another, you are leaving.”
“No. Please, Caleb, you’re all I have. Don’t do this to me!” she wails.
“Well, then that doesn’t leave you with much,” he snarls, pushing her out the door, as if she were some
annoying stray cat, and slamming it shut.
Her fists pounding on the door, she collapses in desolation. Her eternity, only recently begun, now seems like an
infinity of loneliness, solitary sorry’s unheard.
Grimly resistant to her tears, Caleb does not seem to realize that his eternity, without her, is similarly bleak. He
may believe he has grown immune to her allure, but the ties of love and need are too strong to sever.
“No. Please, Caleb, you’re all I have. Don’t do this to me!” she wails.
“Well, then that doesn’t leave you with much,” he snarls, pushing her out the door, as if she were some
annoying stray cat, and slamming it shut.
Her fists pounding on the door, she collapses in desolation. Her eternity, only recently begun, now seems like an
infinity of loneliness, solitary sorry’s unheard.
Grimly resistant to her tears, Caleb does not seem to realize that his eternity, without her, is similarly bleak. He
may believe he has grown immune to her allure, but the ties of love and need are too strong to sever.
