"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.
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" #6 (cont.)
“We had an agreement,” Rafe scowls at Caleb. “I take care of my business, you take care of yours!”
“And that’s what I’m planning on doing,” Caleb replies. “Do me a favor. Don’t stake Frank. I’ll handle him.”
“We had an agreement,” Rafe scowls at Caleb. “I take care of my business, you take care of yours!”
“And that’s what I’m planning on doing,” Caleb replies. “Do me a favor. Don’t stake Frank. I’ll handle him.”
Snappies of "The Gift" scenes
taken by A. Armstrong
taken by A. Armstrong
“Fine,” Rafe grumbles, releasing Frank.
“Stay right where you are there, Frank,” Caleb warns, as Frank, preparing to leave, gives him an insolent glare.
“Why the hell should I?” Frank sneers with reckless bravado.
“Because I think you deserve to die,” Caleb answers coldly.
“Why don’t you kill me then?” Frank challenges.
“You’re unbelievable!” Caleb scoffs. “First, you provoke me, then you take on the Slayer. What are you,
suicidal?”
“So I’ve got a death wish,” Frank sullenly concedes.
“So you’re acting like an idiot, Frank,” Caleb admonishes.
“Yeah, but he’s your idiot, Caleb,” Rafe chimes in.
“Stay out of this, Rafe!” Caleb growls.
“I tried to, but your boy here decided he’d like to kill me,” Rafe smirks. “Doesn’t sound like much of a truce to
me.”
“I’ll take care of it my way!” Caleb emphasizes, becoming frustrated with Rafe’s interference and Frank’s
stupidity.
“Really, what are you going to do when they all lose control, huh?” Rafe goads. “You going to take control of it
then, too?”
“Fine, fine!” Caleb sputters, fed up with the apparent futility of maintaining a ceasefire with Rafe. “You know
what? Forget it. Everything’s . . . the deal’s off. Truce is off. I’m going to go back to the way I had it, my
own rules.”
“See how good your word is?” Rafe complains. “I’m going to tell you this—you get one slip-up and that was
it. . . . He’s all yours.”
“Thanks,” Caleb says, rolling his eyes contemptuously. “So, you got a death wish, Frank,” he reiterates. “Let
me see if I can grant you that wish.”
“So whatever you are going to do or say or whatever, why don’t you just . . .” Frank, stubbornly belligerent,
complains but is interrupted by Caleb.
“Again with the lip, Frank!” Caleb scolds in the tone of a mob boss reprimanding a disgraced underling. “So
first you swear allegiance to Joshua. Then, when he’s gone, instead of coming and seeking my favor, what do
you do? You confront me.”
“Stay right where you are there, Frank,” Caleb warns, as Frank, preparing to leave, gives him an insolent glare.
“Why the hell should I?” Frank sneers with reckless bravado.
“Because I think you deserve to die,” Caleb answers coldly.
“Why don’t you kill me then?” Frank challenges.
“You’re unbelievable!” Caleb scoffs. “First, you provoke me, then you take on the Slayer. What are you,
suicidal?”
“So I’ve got a death wish,” Frank sullenly concedes.
“So you’re acting like an idiot, Frank,” Caleb admonishes.
“Yeah, but he’s your idiot, Caleb,” Rafe chimes in.
“Stay out of this, Rafe!” Caleb growls.
“I tried to, but your boy here decided he’d like to kill me,” Rafe smirks. “Doesn’t sound like much of a truce to
me.”
“I’ll take care of it my way!” Caleb emphasizes, becoming frustrated with Rafe’s interference and Frank’s
stupidity.
“Really, what are you going to do when they all lose control, huh?” Rafe goads. “You going to take control of it
then, too?”
“Fine, fine!” Caleb sputters, fed up with the apparent futility of maintaining a ceasefire with Rafe. “You know
what? Forget it. Everything’s . . . the deal’s off. Truce is off. I’m going to go back to the way I had it, my
own rules.”
“See how good your word is?” Rafe complains. “I’m going to tell you this—you get one slip-up and that was
it. . . . He’s all yours.”
“Thanks,” Caleb says, rolling his eyes contemptuously. “So, you got a death wish, Frank,” he reiterates. “Let
me see if I can grant you that wish.”
“So whatever you are going to do or say or whatever, why don’t you just . . .” Frank, stubbornly belligerent,
complains but is interrupted by Caleb.
“Again with the lip, Frank!” Caleb scolds in the tone of a mob boss reprimanding a disgraced underling. “So
first you swear allegiance to Joshua. Then, when he’s gone, instead of coming and seeking my favor, what do
you do? You confront me.”