Femme Fatales/Visions (1)

Visions (1)
Season 1, Episode 13
Airdate	July 29, 2011
Production Number	113
Written by	Stanton Carlisle
Directed by	Mark A. Altman
Stream
← 1x12 Till Death Do Us Part	1x14 → Visions (2)
Femme Fatales — Season One

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Visions (1) is the thirteenth episode of the first season of Femme Fatales.

Starring: Marc Crumpton (Foster Prentiss), Stacy Stas (Jessica), Christine Donlon (Violet MacReady), Catherine Annett (Tiffany), Rick Copp (Richard Hollis)

with Jasmine Waltz (Tara)

and Tanit Phoenix (Lilith)

Plot Overview

A phony mentalist murders his greedy assistant and hires a new assistant – a con woman named Jessica. Foster Prentiss is a skillful performer who has never had any true psychic ability until he touches two lovely femme fatales...and witnesses their murderous acts.

Notes

• This episode includes clips from the episodes "Bad Medicine", "Girls Gone Dead" and "The Clinic".

Quotes

• Lilith: (in a magician's costume) Mentalism is a performing art whose practitioners demonstrate highly developed mental and intuitive abilities such as telepathy, clairvoyance, and mind control. Foster Prentiss, the Amazing Mysterium, possesses no such skill. He is a complete and utter fraud. Unfortunately, there's nothing phony about murder. Foster will stop at nothing to get what he wants and must put on a performance of a lifetime. But maybe this time, the ruse is on him.

• (Foster Prentiss hears a loud splash and he goes outside to investigate, only to find Jessica, in a black one-piece swimsuit, swimming in a pool)

Foster Prentiss: Can I help you?

Jessica: I think we can help each other. I hear you're looking for a new assistant. I've seen your act. You're very good. But you could be great with the right help.

Foster: Yeah, I'm not looking for any help. Thank you.

Jessica: I look fabulous in fishnets, and even better without them. Won't you consider letting me audition, or at least fetching me that towel?

(Foster Prentiss laughs. Several minutes later, Jessica is seducing Prentiss in bed)

Jessica: By the way, my name is Jessica.

Foster: Pleased to meet you, Jessica. (laughs)

• (Foster Prentiss is stunned by the realization of what Violet MacReady did at the Cuesta Verde Hospital)

Foster: I don't know how this can be happening to me! I saw her! I saw what she did and I saw her kill a guy! She knows that I know. She knows I know. What am I gonna do? What am I gonna do now? (yells at the top of his lungs) You just tell me what– (Jessica strikes Foster in the face) Bloody hell! You hit me?! Jeez, are you crazy?!!

Jessica: Calm the hell down! Nobody killed anybody. You didn't see anything. That was incredible! Whatever hell scam you're pulling is working! Did you see their faces out there? They're eating it up.

Foster: Yeah – no, no, it wasn't a scam. What I felt out there was real.

Jessica: Sure it was. But now... you gotta keep your eye on the prize. If we're gonna score any of that rich bitch's cash, she needs to believe that you can talk to her dead daughter. So get out there and finish the damn show.

Foster: Okay, okay. Yeah, okay.

• Jessica: So the man you apparently saw is Jay Roma. He started Crazy Chixx. He was murdered a few months back, and his death was streamed on the Internet.

Foster: Why is this happening to me, though? That's what I don't understand.

Jessica: The other tart is Violet MacReady. She is a person of interest in two recent killings: one of a local, prestigious surgeon; the other – some two-bit gangbanger.

Foster: You know, I never thought this was possible. Why have I been given such a powerful gift?

Jessica: The question you should be asking yourself... is, how can we exploit it?

Foster: Exploit it?

Jessica: Jeez! Do I have to spell everything out to you? Blackmail. You're already a fraud. What's another sin, or three?

Foster: You don't believe me, do you?

Jessica: (takes Foster's hand and holds it up to her face) Do you see anything interesting, swami?

Foster: (after receiving visions of what Jessica recently did, finally realizes the truth) You killed your boyfriend, set him up and sold his organs for spare parts!

Jessica: How did you...?! No one knows about that.

Foster: I told you, the visions are real, Jessica.

Jessica: You know what, Foster? I think we're gonna be really, really rich.