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Visions (2)
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Season 1, Episode 14
Airdate August 5, 2011
Production Number 114
Written by Stanton Carlisle
Directed by Mark A. Altman
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Visions (2) is the fourteenth episode of the first season of Femme Fatales.

Starring: Marc Crumpton (Foster Prentiss), Stacy Stas (Jessica), Christine Donlon (Violet MacReady), Catherine Annett (Tiffany), Madison Dylan (Alexis), Ellie Cornell (Detective Janet Wright), Robert Meyer Burnett (FBI Technician #1), Mike Hurst (FBI Technician #2), David E. Williams (FBI Technician #3)

Special Appearance by: Charlie O'Connell (Jay Roma)

and Tanit Phoenix (Lilith)

Contents

Plot Overview

Phony mentalist Foster Prentiss uses his newfound psychic skills and the help of his deceitful assistant Jessica to blackmail two lovely femme fatales. But when Lilith appears and reveals Foster's own dark background, the women team up to provide him with some painful payback.

Notes

Trivia

The Show

Behind the Scenes

Allusions and References

Memorable Moments

Quotes

  • Foster Prentiss: Firstly, of course, I would like to apologize for keeping you waiting so long. But I bet you're wondering what you're both doing here, right?
Violet MacReady: No kidding, Sherlock.
Foster: Well... you do have a temper on you, don't you? See, I invited you both here to give you a chance to move on with the rest of your life.
Tiffany: I'm so gone. (starts to leave)
Jessica: (stops Tiffany from leaving) Shut up and listen.
Foster: Yeah, I think you should listen to her. Or, of course, I could just call the authorities and tell them about Jay Roma.
Tiffany: Who?
Jessica: Don't be coy, darling. The world may not miss a smut peddler like that, but it still won't get you off with the cops. (turns to Violet) And you, Violet. You're not as sweet and innocent as you look, are you?
Foster: Ooh, someone messed with the wrong nurse. Eh, chica?
Violet: How do you know all this?
Foster: Because I'm the Amazing Mysterium! And I know all.
Violet: What do you want with us, Mr. Amazing?
Foster: What do I want? What could I possibly want? What could I want? How about... money! That's exactly what I want.
Violet: Well, you better take another look into your crystal ball, because I'm not an ATM. I'm broke.
Tiffany: And I'm still trying to pay off my student loans.
Violet: So you've got the wrong chica, ese.
Foster: (slams the table with his hand) Well, then you better find some money fast!! Both of you got 48 hours or the next time you sit down with somebody, it'll be with a public defender! (calms down) Why don't you just think about it a little bit, OK? Good afternoon, ladies. I hope you enjoy the show.
  • Tiffany: We haven't formally met. Tiffany.
Violet: Violet.
Tiffany: You've got incredible eyes, Violet.
Violet: Thanks. Nice dress, Wilma Flintstone. So, did you really kill that dirtbag Jay Roma?
Tiffany: Yeah.
Violet: Do you regret it?
Tiffany: Not for a minute.
Violet: I think we're going to get along swell.
Tiffany: BFFs.
Violet: Don't push it.
  • Tiffany: How'd you get this way?
Violet: What way?
Tiffany: You know what I'm talking about. We're one and the same, Violet. You weren't always like this. What happened?
Violet: I had a really bad day.
Tiffany: So, I've got a question, and you totally don't have to answer it if you don't want to. But what are you gonna do?
Lilith: You are going to make Foster Prentiss pay for what he did. That is what you are going to do.
Violet: I know you.
Tiffany: Well, I don't. How'd you get in here?
Lilith: I go by many names. But you can call me Lilith.
Tiffany: Are you getting blackmailed, too?
Lilith: No. But we have so much in common.
Violet: We were all blessed with great hair?
Lilith: Men in our pasts have wronged us.
Tiffany: What's this all about?
Lilith: It's very simple, actually. Foster Prentiss killed a girl once. And now you are going to kill Foster Prentiss. And in exchange for this task, you will never have to worry about anyone finding out your secrets again. You will be truly safe. And why the sad faces, girls? It's not like you haven't killed before.
Violet: So, what's one more dead jerk, right?
Lilith: Exactly.
Tiffany: Why don't you kill him, then?
Lilith: And not share the fun? (snaps her fingers and the doors open) Oh. You forgot to thank me for those tickets to the show. It's not like they arrived by magic, you know. Ta-ta!
Violet: So what do we do now?
Tiffany: I've got an idea, chica.
  • Tiffany: Anything?
Alexis: The only thing I can tell you about Lilith is that according to Jewish folklore, she left her husband, Adam, after she refused to become subservient to him. Although... Dr. Holly Brown writes: "The demonization of Lilith was designed to keep women alienated from their own power and spiritual authority." Now that's what I call girl power.
Tiffany: She was a demon?
Violet: She's Jewish?
Alexis: I don't know who this chick is, but it's obvious she knows way too much about us.
Tiffany: Lilith isn't the problem. Foster Prentiss is.
Alexis: Not for long.
Violet: I don't usually go around killing random dudes without a really good reason.
Alexis: The jerk threatened you. He's trying to extort you. He's obviously a total sleaze. What choice do you have?
Tiffany: What choice do we have?
(Alexis giggles)
  • Alexis: We know what you did, Foster. We know what you did, and you're gonna pay.
  • Violet: The human body can survive three to five days without water. Payback's a bitch. But dehydration is even worse.
  • Lilith: (in a magician's costume) Imagine being murdered with no one the wiser. Only a grieving mother that held out fruitless hope that you were still alive. Imagine what you would do to get revenge and rest in peace. Now just imagine. And wouldn't you know it? They also found another body buried in the grave. I wonder whose?