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APL Manhattan Miami, office
Scott: *writing*
Bob: *walks over* Your father's in reception. Do you want me to get rid of him? I hear the Sahara's a nice vacation spot for snakes.
Scott: *lifts head* He's here?
Bob: Yeah.
Scott: *sigh* I'll take care of it. *stands*
Bob: You want me to beat him up for you? I think I could take him.
Scott: *walks away*
Bob: *looks back* What? I could.
Reception
Henry: *leaning against counter*
Scott: *walks over*
Henry: *smiles* My boy. I knew I'd find you down here.
Scott: I thought you didn't want to see me again.
Henry: Oh we all said some stuff we didn't mean. Listen, your mother just posted bail and was released thanks to a good friend of mine so-
Scott: Mom got out.
Henry: Yes. And we want to have dinner with you tonight at your place. How would you like that?
Scott: *sigh*
Henry: Although you will have to clean your wife up. Oh, she doesn't have HIV or anything does she? I don't want to get any diseases from the food.
Scott: *stares at Henry* Why don't I invite her parents along as well. I'm sure they'd...love to meet you.
Henry: I hope they know how to conduct themselves at a formal dinner. Now Scotty, you'll need to pick up some Perrier Jouet for your mother. It's her favourite champagne.
Scott: Mother shouldn't be drinking at all.
Henry: Don't make a bunch of hooha over minute details. Let her have what she wants.
Scott: Of course. Whatever Mom wants, Mom gets.
Henry: That's the spirit. Oh and put your wife in something nice, something that leaves a little bit to the imagination *smiles* if you know what I mean. Huh?
Scott: Oh yes.
Henry: Good. *walks away*
Bob: *walks over*
Scott: *smiles, waves* I hope your elevator crashes to the ground.
Henry: *looks back* What was that? I didn't catch you.
Scott: *smiling* Can't wait for dinner.
Henry: See you tonight! *leaves*
Scott: *frowns*
Bob: Any chance I could tag along?
Scott: *shakes head, walks away*
Gables Estates, house, bedroom, 6:30pm
Lori: I'm not wearing that.
Scott: It's just a dress.
Lori: I'm not going to cater to what your father wants.
Scott: Actually, he wanted you in something a bit sluttier.
Lori: Wonderful.
Scott: It's just for tonight and besides, your parents are here so it's not like you're all alone.
Lori: Why did you invite him?
Scott: He invited himself.
Lori: You're such a pushover. *puts on earrings* I swear, if he calls me 'Trailer Trash' one more time, I'm going to beat his First-Class face in. And I hope you sent Steph to Josh's place, I don't want your mother within a thousand feet of her.
Scott: I did. *lifts dress*
Lori: *frowns* I'm doing it for you, not for them. *grabs dress*
Scott: Thank you.
Dining room, 7:23pm
Doris: Speedle...that name is familiar. Do I know your mother?
Speed: Yes.
Doris: *taps chin* Did we attend the same highschool?
Speed: I doubt it.
Doris: Just as well. *looks at Katie* ...Charmed.
Katie: *lifts brow*
Lori: Why don't we all have a seat. Scott's prepared a wonderful dinner.
Doris: *looks at Lori* Scott's cooking? No no no, that should have been your job. Scotty works very hard to provide for you, the least you could do is please him.
Lori: *frowns* Oh believe me. I'm well-versed at pleasing men.
Speed: *grabs Lori's shoulder* Let's sit.
7:40pm
Doris: All the girls at the country club were so glad to see me again. I have to tell you, prison is certainly not up on creature comforts. It was a dreadful place. There were lesbians there.
Henry: How awful.
Doris: Cruel and unusual punishment is more like it. *looks at Lori* Napkin on your lap, dear.
Lori: *frowns, slides napkin into lap*
Doris: *looks at Katie* You said earlier you were White, not Speedle. Why is that?
Katie: ...Tim and I are divorced.
Doris: How shameful. No wonder your daughter is mentally ill.
Lori: *stabs chicken with knife*
Doris: Children need a stable foundation. It's why Scotty's well-balanced.
Scott: *staring at plate*
Henry: It's interesting how two people come to be together. My Scotty was on vacation, *looks at Speed* your daughter was in Miami, th-
Scott: I wasn't on vacation.
Henry: *looks at Scott*
Scott: I was in therapy.
Henry: *lifts brow* That's impossible. My son doesn't need therapy.
Scott: I met Lori in a Psychiatric and Rehabilitation facility on Miami Beach.
Henry: What the devil are you talking about? Is this some kind of joke?
Scott: No.
Doris: Scott, you're confused. You were visiting your unstable wife.
Scott: I was actually there before she arrived. I'd been there for over 6 weeks.
Doris: ...Why? You had a perfect life.
Scott: *scoffs* Right. *digs at potatoes*
Henry: Your wife is feeding you lies again, isn't she. She's brainwashing you into believing these hideously false stories. *squints* Is she drugging you?
Doris: Before you know it, she'll have you in a cult.
Katie: No one's in a cult and Lori's not drugging or brainwashing anyone.
Doris: Perhaps you're the one that started this whole thing. Surely your daughter wouldn't have turned out so terribly had you been a competant mother.
Katie: ...Excuse me?
Doris: Now my Scotty is left to pick up the pieces. *looks at Scott* Isn't that right? You've had to take precious time out of your life to teach her how to be a proper woman. A controlled woman.
Lori: *staring at table*
Katie: Lori doesn't need anyone to 'control' her and I don't think Scott's doing that.
Henry: We all know if my son wasn't here to make sure she's behaving herself, she'd be out there like a jungle animal.
Katie: HEY. *stands* Y-
Speed: *grabs Katie's arm* We're not making assumptions about your family and we would appreciate the same, if you wouldn't mind. Now let's move on.
Henry: What do you do for a living? Waste management?
Speed: *stares at Henry* ...Police officer, actually. I'm also a Crime Scene Investigator and so is Katie.
Henry: I see they're letting just about anybody on the force these days.
Doris: *giggles, drinks champagne*
Scott: They help people and they love what they do.
Henry: Admirable. It's a shame they couldn't help their own.
Katie: We're supposed to be moving on. Remember?
Henry: Sweetie, women don't tell me what to do. Okay? So just zip the lip until you're spoken to.
Katie: I can say whatever the hell I want to whomever the hell I want. You're no exception.
Henry: What did I just say?
Speed: You and I are going to have a very big problem in a minute if you don't back off.
Henry: Mind your manners at my son's table.
Speed: Good advice. You should take it.
Lori: *rubs forehead*
Henry: You remind me of all those prison guards. They think just because they wear a badge, they can say and do whatever they like to even the highest ranking members of society such as myself.
Speed: I didn't realize murderers were considered high up on the societal food chain.
Henry: Exterminators eliminate pest problems and they're the heroes but I rid the world of human pests and I'm suddenly a murderer.
Speed: You killed someone. Yes, you're a murderer.
Henry: I'm not sitting in a jail cell, am I?
Speed: Just because you have a good lawyer and friends, doesn't make you innocent.
Henry: Tell me something, were you imprisoned for beating your lovely ex-wife here?
Speed: *stares at Henry*
Henry: I thought not. And how about buying your daughter all the drugs in the world when she needed them? Don't consider yourself better than I am. And before you ask, I know all this because I still have connections, especially in Florida.
Speed: Really. Even retired judges?
Henry: Of course.
Speed: *nods* That's interesting.
Henry: Why?
Speed: The judge who put you away for murder was killed recently. But you wouldn't know anything about that, right?
Henry: What you're implying is preposterous.
Speed: I'm sure we'll find out for sure.
Henry: Doris, this dinner is over. *grabs Doris' hand* We're going back to the hotel.
Doris: Wait wait. *grabs champagne bottle* I'm taking this.
Henry: It's been a pleasure.
Henry/Doris leave
Speed: What an ass.
Katie: *places hand on Scott's cheek* You poor boy.
Scott: *sigh* That actually went a lot better than I was expecting.
TBC.............................
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APL Manhattan Miami, office
Scott: *writing*
Bob: *walks over* Your father's in reception. Do you want me to get rid of him? I hear the Sahara's a nice vacation spot for snakes.
Scott: *lifts head* He's here?
Bob: Yeah.
Scott: *sigh* I'll take care of it. *stands*
Bob: You want me to beat him up for you? I think I could take him.
Scott: *walks away*
Bob: *looks back* What? I could.
Reception
Henry: *leaning against counter*
Scott: *walks over*
Henry: *smiles* My boy. I knew I'd find you down here.
Scott: I thought you didn't want to see me again.
Henry: Oh we all said some stuff we didn't mean. Listen, your mother just posted bail and was released thanks to a good friend of mine so-
Scott: Mom got out.
Henry: Yes. And we want to have dinner with you tonight at your place. How would you like that?
Scott: *sigh*
Henry: Although you will have to clean your wife up. Oh, she doesn't have HIV or anything does she? I don't want to get any diseases from the food.
Scott: *stares at Henry* Why don't I invite her parents along as well. I'm sure they'd...love to meet you.
Henry: I hope they know how to conduct themselves at a formal dinner. Now Scotty, you'll need to pick up some Perrier Jouet for your mother. It's her favourite champagne.
Scott: Mother shouldn't be drinking at all.
Henry: Don't make a bunch of hooha over minute details. Let her have what she wants.
Scott: Of course. Whatever Mom wants, Mom gets.
Henry: That's the spirit. Oh and put your wife in something nice, something that leaves a little bit to the imagination *smiles* if you know what I mean. Huh?
Scott: Oh yes.
Henry: Good. *walks away*
Bob: *walks over*
Scott: *smiles, waves* I hope your elevator crashes to the ground.
Henry: *looks back* What was that? I didn't catch you.
Scott: *smiling* Can't wait for dinner.
Henry: See you tonight! *leaves*
Scott: *frowns*
Bob: Any chance I could tag along?
Scott: *shakes head, walks away*
Gables Estates, house, bedroom, 6:30pm
Lori: I'm not wearing that.
Scott: It's just a dress.
Lori: I'm not going to cater to what your father wants.
Scott: Actually, he wanted you in something a bit sluttier.
Lori: Wonderful.
Scott: It's just for tonight and besides, your parents are here so it's not like you're all alone.
Lori: Why did you invite him?
Scott: He invited himself.
Lori: You're such a pushover. *puts on earrings* I swear, if he calls me 'Trailer Trash' one more time, I'm going to beat his First-Class face in. And I hope you sent Steph to Josh's place, I don't want your mother within a thousand feet of her.
Scott: I did. *lifts dress*
Lori: *frowns* I'm doing it for you, not for them. *grabs dress*
Scott: Thank you.
Dining room, 7:23pm
Doris: Speedle...that name is familiar. Do I know your mother?
Speed: Yes.
Doris: *taps chin* Did we attend the same highschool?
Speed: I doubt it.
Doris: Just as well. *looks at Katie* ...Charmed.
Katie: *lifts brow*
Lori: Why don't we all have a seat. Scott's prepared a wonderful dinner.
Doris: *looks at Lori* Scott's cooking? No no no, that should have been your job. Scotty works very hard to provide for you, the least you could do is please him.
Lori: *frowns* Oh believe me. I'm well-versed at pleasing men.
Speed: *grabs Lori's shoulder* Let's sit.
7:40pm
Doris: All the girls at the country club were so glad to see me again. I have to tell you, prison is certainly not up on creature comforts. It was a dreadful place. There were lesbians there.
Henry: How awful.
Doris: Cruel and unusual punishment is more like it. *looks at Lori* Napkin on your lap, dear.
Lori: *frowns, slides napkin into lap*
Doris: *looks at Katie* You said earlier you were White, not Speedle. Why is that?
Katie: ...Tim and I are divorced.
Doris: How shameful. No wonder your daughter is mentally ill.
Lori: *stabs chicken with knife*
Doris: Children need a stable foundation. It's why Scotty's well-balanced.
Scott: *staring at plate*
Henry: It's interesting how two people come to be together. My Scotty was on vacation, *looks at Speed* your daughter was in Miami, th-
Scott: I wasn't on vacation.
Henry: *looks at Scott*
Scott: I was in therapy.
Henry: *lifts brow* That's impossible. My son doesn't need therapy.
Scott: I met Lori in a Psychiatric and Rehabilitation facility on Miami Beach.
Henry: What the devil are you talking about? Is this some kind of joke?
Scott: No.
Doris: Scott, you're confused. You were visiting your unstable wife.
Scott: I was actually there before she arrived. I'd been there for over 6 weeks.
Doris: ...Why? You had a perfect life.
Scott: *scoffs* Right. *digs at potatoes*
Henry: Your wife is feeding you lies again, isn't she. She's brainwashing you into believing these hideously false stories. *squints* Is she drugging you?
Doris: Before you know it, she'll have you in a cult.
Katie: No one's in a cult and Lori's not drugging or brainwashing anyone.
Doris: Perhaps you're the one that started this whole thing. Surely your daughter wouldn't have turned out so terribly had you been a competant mother.
Katie: ...Excuse me?
Doris: Now my Scotty is left to pick up the pieces. *looks at Scott* Isn't that right? You've had to take precious time out of your life to teach her how to be a proper woman. A controlled woman.
Lori: *staring at table*
Katie: Lori doesn't need anyone to 'control' her and I don't think Scott's doing that.
Henry: We all know if my son wasn't here to make sure she's behaving herself, she'd be out there like a jungle animal.
Katie: HEY. *stands* Y-
Speed: *grabs Katie's arm* We're not making assumptions about your family and we would appreciate the same, if you wouldn't mind. Now let's move on.
Henry: What do you do for a living? Waste management?
Speed: *stares at Henry* ...Police officer, actually. I'm also a Crime Scene Investigator and so is Katie.
Henry: I see they're letting just about anybody on the force these days.
Doris: *giggles, drinks champagne*
Scott: They help people and they love what they do.
Henry: Admirable. It's a shame they couldn't help their own.
Katie: We're supposed to be moving on. Remember?
Henry: Sweetie, women don't tell me what to do. Okay? So just zip the lip until you're spoken to.
Katie: I can say whatever the hell I want to whomever the hell I want. You're no exception.
Henry: What did I just say?
Speed: You and I are going to have a very big problem in a minute if you don't back off.
Henry: Mind your manners at my son's table.
Speed: Good advice. You should take it.
Lori: *rubs forehead*
Henry: You remind me of all those prison guards. They think just because they wear a badge, they can say and do whatever they like to even the highest ranking members of society such as myself.
Speed: I didn't realize murderers were considered high up on the societal food chain.
Henry: Exterminators eliminate pest problems and they're the heroes but I rid the world of human pests and I'm suddenly a murderer.
Speed: You killed someone. Yes, you're a murderer.
Henry: I'm not sitting in a jail cell, am I?
Speed: Just because you have a good lawyer and friends, doesn't make you innocent.
Henry: Tell me something, were you imprisoned for beating your lovely ex-wife here?
Speed: *stares at Henry*
Henry: I thought not. And how about buying your daughter all the drugs in the world when she needed them? Don't consider yourself better than I am. And before you ask, I know all this because I still have connections, especially in Florida.
Speed: Really. Even retired judges?
Henry: Of course.
Speed: *nods* That's interesting.
Henry: Why?
Speed: The judge who put you away for murder was killed recently. But you wouldn't know anything about that, right?
Henry: What you're implying is preposterous.
Speed: I'm sure we'll find out for sure.
Henry: Doris, this dinner is over. *grabs Doris' hand* We're going back to the hotel.
Doris: Wait wait. *grabs champagne bottle* I'm taking this.
Henry: It's been a pleasure.
Henry/Doris leave
Speed: What an ass.
Katie: *places hand on Scott's cheek* You poor boy.
Scott: *sigh* That actually went a lot better than I was expecting.
TBC.............................
