"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" #7 (cont.)
“Why are you acting so paranoid?” Livvie, regaining a bit of her spunk, demands.
“I’m not acting paranoid,” Alison retorts. “All I see is a little slut standing in front of me just trying to take every
single thing away from me. Guess what, Livvie? It’s time for a little payback. . . . Do you lie awake at night
and think about new ways to torture me or does that just come naturally to you?” she demands, mouth twisted
in a sneer of disgust and self-pitying indignation.
“Look, Alison, you better back off right now before you do something you’ll regret,” Livvie warns. It is unclear
whether she is reminding Alison of the moral and emotional consequences of violence or whether she is
beginning to sense the feral anger seething from deep within her. Is she trying to protect Alison’s conscience or
Alison’s life?
“Oh, no, the only thing that I regret is letting you into my life,” Alison challenges.
“You’re better than this,” Livvie pleads, her clichéd remark only intensifying Alison’s fury.
“I am better than this, huh?” Alison sneers. “I am so sick of your little mouth and your saintly little speeches.
You may appear to be as pure as the driven snow, but I know what you’re up to. I know you. You want Rafe.
You always have.”
“This is getting us nowhere,” Livvie meekly protests. “I’m going home.”
“No, you’re not!” Alison hisses. “You’re not going anywhere until you admit it . . . Admit that you are trying to
get Rafe back into your bed.”
“That’s not true. I love Caleb,” Livvie exclaims, shocked by Alison’s delusional ravings.
“Why are you acting so paranoid?” Livvie, regaining a bit of her spunk, demands.
“I’m not acting paranoid,” Alison retorts. “All I see is a little slut standing in front of me just trying to take every
single thing away from me. Guess what, Livvie? It’s time for a little payback. . . . Do you lie awake at night
and think about new ways to torture me or does that just come naturally to you?” she demands, mouth twisted
in a sneer of disgust and self-pitying indignation.
“Look, Alison, you better back off right now before you do something you’ll regret,” Livvie warns. It is unclear
whether she is reminding Alison of the moral and emotional consequences of violence or whether she is
beginning to sense the feral anger seething from deep within her. Is she trying to protect Alison’s conscience or
Alison’s life?
“Oh, no, the only thing that I regret is letting you into my life,” Alison challenges.
“You’re better than this,” Livvie pleads, her clichéd remark only intensifying Alison’s fury.
“I am better than this, huh?” Alison sneers. “I am so sick of your little mouth and your saintly little speeches.
You may appear to be as pure as the driven snow, but I know what you’re up to. I know you. You want Rafe.
You always have.”
“This is getting us nowhere,” Livvie meekly protests. “I’m going home.”
“No, you’re not!” Alison hisses. “You’re not going anywhere until you admit it . . . Admit that you are trying to
get Rafe back into your bed.”
“That’s not true. I love Caleb,” Livvie exclaims, shocked by Alison’s delusional ravings.
Snappies of "The
Gift" scenes taken by
A. Armstrong
Gift" scenes taken by
A. Armstrong
“Oh, I’m sure you do, don’t you?” Alison jeers. “And I bet your love is just as bright as the sun and as deep
and wide as the ocean and as fluffy as a little lamb and blah, blah, blah.” Lips curled back in scorn, Alison gives
Livvie a vicious shove.
“Stop it!” Livvie warns, her voice shaky, frightened.
“Stop what?” Alison bullies. “You stop it. If I was a diabetic right now, I think I might just keel over. I’m so
sick of you I could just scream.” She yanks at Livvie’s hair.
and wide as the ocean and as fluffy as a little lamb and blah, blah, blah.” Lips curled back in scorn, Alison gives
Livvie a vicious shove.
“Stop it!” Livvie warns, her voice shaky, frightened.
“Stop what?” Alison bullies. “You stop it. If I was a diabetic right now, I think I might just keel over. I’m so
sick of you I could just scream.” She yanks at Livvie’s hair.
“Alison, stop it!” Livvie whines. “You’re hurting me!”
“That’s the point, Sunshine! You need to be stopped. Once and for all, I’m not going to let you ruin any more
of my life,” Alison seethes.
Again, this time louder, more forcefully, Livvie urges Alison to stop, but Alison, unfrightened, continues her
taunts and torments.
“That’s the point, Sunshine! You need to be stopped. Once and for all, I’m not going to let you ruin any more
of my life,” Alison seethes.
Again, this time louder, more forcefully, Livvie urges Alison to stop, but Alison, unfrightened, continues her
taunts and torments.