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Hospital, delivery room
Lori: *screaming*
Scott: It's incredibly fascinating what the human body can go through.
Lori: *grabs Scott's collar* I'M gonna put you through something FASCINATING if you don't SHUT THE HELL UP!
Scott: You know, you catch more flies with honey than vinegar.
Lori: ERGH!
Scott: Noted.
Lori: I WISH I'D NEVER MET YOU! GO DIE IN A DITCH!
Scott: You're almost there, Lori. A few more pushes.
Lori: *grabs Scott by the hair, screams*
Scott: *winces* Hey is this what you were like before I met you? I keep hearing stories but this is the closest I've come to seeing this supposed side of you.
Lori: RIP IT OUT! RIP IT OUT! I'M FINISHED HELPING!
Doctor: Unfortunately we don't do it that way unless we have to.
Lori: UGH! SCOTT! PAY THIS KID TO GET OUT!
Scott: I don't think throwing money at your uterus will help this along.
Lori: *punches Scott in the chest*
Scott: *coughs*
Doctor: One more ought to do it, Lori.
Lori: *swings fist*
Scott: *grabs Lori's wrist* I think he means push.
Lori: ARGH!
Doctor: One more!
Lori: YOU ALREADY SAID THAT!
Doctor: I was a bit off.
Lori: *kicks Doctor in the face*
Doctor: AH! *holds face*
Nurse: *runs over*
Scott: Lori, the man's trying to help.
Lori: *screams*
Doctor: *holding nose* And here we are!
Nurse: *takes baby*
Doctor: Congratulations, we're all still alive!
Lori: *lies back on bed*
Baby starts to cry
Doctor: Someone get me a tissue.
Scott: I know, isn't he beautiful?
Doctor: No, I'm having a nosebleed.
Lori: Someone tie the tubes, that's it for me.
Scott: *grabs cloth, wipes Lori's forehead*
Lori: *sigh* I did my share, he's yours now.
Scott: *smiles*
Hospital room, 1 hour later
Lori: *staring down, holding baby*
Scott: *places Steph on lap*
Steph: He's so teeny, Momma.
Lori: Didn't seem that way a little while ago.
Steph: What's his name?
Scott: Dominick.
Steph: He doesn't look like a Dominick.
Scott: I'm sure he'll grow into it.
Lori: *smiles, places hand on Scott's cheek* I love you.
Scott: Oh good, I was starting to doubt that about an hour ago.
Steph: When can we go home?
Lori: Let Mommy rest first.
Steph: *nods* Can I go finish ma book?
Scott: You started another one?
Steph: Yup.
Scott: Okay. *picks up Steph* Stay in the room though.
Steph: 'Kay.
2 minutes later
Lori: *places thumb on baby's cheek*
Scott: *sits*
Lori: Sorry I punched you.
Scott: *kisses Lori's cheek*
Lori: *smirks*
Condo, kitchen, 8am
Speed: *leaning over counter, places head onto arm*
Katie: *walks in* LORI HAD A BABY!
Speed: *frowns*
Katie: Oh gee, are you okay? *runs over*
Speed: Motorcycles are stupid.
Katie: *smirks* Well yeah, especially if you drive them off a bridge.
Speed: *stands straight*
Katie: Why don't I make you some breakfast.
Speed: You can't cook.
Katie: Neither can you.
Speed: *tilts head*
Katie: It'll be an adventure.
Speed: I'm not really up for one.
Katie: Too bad. Sit.
Speed: *limps over to table, sits*
Empire State Building, hallway, 11am
Scott: *walking*
Bob: *runs over* Congrats.
Scott: *smiles* Thank you.
Bob: I thought I told you not to come in. What are you doing here?
Scott: Working.
Bob: You guys just had a baby and you go to the office the next day? A thousand miles away?
Scott: Things need to get done. Besides, both of them have to stay at the hospital today for observation which means both will probably be asleep most of the day.
Bob: First on the docket. The guys are planning a birthday thing for you.
Scott: *lifts brow* My birthday's not for a month.
Bob: Exactly. Consider yourself warned.
Scott: What else?
Bob: Uh well there's a uh...Henry Finch in your office.
Scott: *looks at Bob* Excuse me?
Bob: Your dad dropped in.
Scott: He's supposed to be in prison serving a life sentence.
Bob: Apparently he has a very good lawyer and a biased parole board. Says he wants to talk to you.
Scott: Of course he does. *walks away*
Large office
Scott: *walks in*
Henry: *sitting at desk, lifts head* Ah! Scotty! *smiles*
Scott: *shuts door*
Henry: *stands* So good to see you, son! I just knew you'd make it to the top someday.
Scott: Most people aren't allowed in my office without an invite.
Henry: I want you to drop the charges against your mother. You own
mother, Scotty. How could you do such a thing?
Scott: She endangered my child.
Henry: *laughs* The child of a whore. She'll probably end up on the streets like her mother anyhow, why prolong the inevitable?
Scott: *stares at Henry*
Henry: Now, I've made a few calls to the DA and he's willing to hear you out.
Scott: *shakes head*
Henry: We can put this all behind us.
Scott: I don't think so.
Henry: *walks over to liquor cabinet, picks up glass*
Scott: It's not up to me anymore.
Henry: *pours alcohol* Recanting can go a long way. *sips drink*
Scott: And what kind of father would that make me if I did that?
Henry: *laughs* Scotty, you don't know what it means to be a father. You're young yet.
Scott: And I suppose you're the shining example of what I should be.
Henry: Yes I am. Look at you. You're the CEO of an international company making billions of dollars a year. That would never have happened if you hadn't learned from your old man.
Scott: *crosses arms*
Henry: Oh that reminds me. I was thinking of retiring in Fiji with your mother once she gets out of prison. We'll need a down payment on a property.
Scott: And let me guess, you want
me to provide that down payment.
Henry: Of course. You're my son, you do what your father says. I think 10 million should cover it.
Scott: I think not.
Henry: Great, we'll negotiate over lunch.
Bob: *walks in* Sorry to interrupt, I have that branch report from Houston.
Scott: *grabs folder, opens it*
Henry: *looks down at glass* Scotty, this is whiskey. *lifts head* You're not a whiskey drinker, you're a brandy man.
Scott: *staring at folder*
Bob: *looks at Henry*
Henry: Tell me something, do
all of your employees dress like they're in a Third World country? You need to crack the whip around here.
Bob: *frowns*
Scott: There's a dress code in place and everyone follows it.
Henry: *looks Bob up and down* Clearly it needs to be ammended.
Scott: You know, people can hear you when you speak.
Henry: Oh I'm sorry, do you speak English? I thought you were an immigrant.
Bob: *opens mouth*
Scott: Why don't you head downstairs, sir. I'll meet you for lunch.
Henry: I'm not eating at that restaurant downstairs. It's far too hokey.
Scott: I have a meeting after lunch so I'm not driving all over Manhattan.
Henry: Alright, I suppose I can lower my standards for a good half hour. *laughs* That's what I used to tell the escorts. Always go a step above street trash, Scotty. It's worth the money. *walks away*
Scott: *stares blankly*
Bob: I can have one of our cars drop him off in Mexico. You'll never see him again.
Scott: *shakes head* He'd find a way to slither back.
TBC..............................
