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APL Financial, 40th floor, next day
Scott: *steps off elevator*
Frederick: C'mon Mick, just sign the paper.
Jagger: I'm not signing that, híbrido.
Frederick: What the hell does that mean? Stop speaking Spanish in the office, it's rude.
Jagger: I'm not allowed to keep my heritage?
Frederick: You can keep it outside.
Jagger: Don't mind if I do. Come join me. *grabs Frederick, drags him to window*
Frederick: HEY! HEY!
Jagger: *opens window*
Scott: *walks over, grabs Jagger*
Jagger: *frowns*
Scott: *pushes Frederick to the side* Let's all stay inside the building, yes?
Jagger: I'm not signing his fraudulent paper. He didn't do that report.
Frederick: How would you know? You don't speaky Englito.
Jagger: *looks at Scott* I was just going to hold his head out the window for a while. Maybe if I got lucky, a seagull would hit him.
Frederick: That's unlawful use of office personnel.
Scott: Both of you stop it. *closes window* Fred, do your own report.
Frederick: Who died and made you supervisor?
Scott: Nobody but in the interest of everyone's sanity, stop provoking the office.
Frederick: Boy are you going to be sorry when Bob gets here. *walks away*
Jagger: *leans against window* Pathetic. He shouldn't be working here, he's a clown.
Scott: Everyone deserves a chance.
Jagger: I don't have time to babysit him.
Scott: Then I'll take care of it.
Jagger: *grabs backpack* You do that. *walks away*
Needle falls onto floor
Scott: *looks at floor*
Chloe: *steps over* Mister Finch?
Scott: *kneels, picks up needle* Yes.
Chloe: Mister Bennett's going to be late, his flight got delayed. He told me to tell you that he probably can't make it to your lunch.
Scott: *nods* Thanks for letting me know. Is the floor supervisor here?
Chloe: ...We don't have one. She quit last month.
Scott: And nobody hired one.
Chloe: Mister Bennett's still going through the files.
Scott: *nods*
Chloe: *lowers eyes* What's that?
Scott: Uh, it's a diabetic needle. For insulin.
Chloe: I didn't know you were diabetic.
Scott: Me neither.
Chloe: *lifts brow*
Scott: Excuse me. *walks away*
Men's room
Jagger: *digging through bag*
Scott: Looking for this? *lifts needle*
Jagger: *lifts head*
Scott: This fell out of your bag.
Jagger: *stares at Scott*
Scott: *places needle onto counter*
Jagger: ...You're going to tell Bob.
Scott: It's none of my business what you do on your private time. But it's probably not a good idea to do that here.
Jagger: I get my job done, I do what needs to be done here.
Scott: *nods*
Jagger: What, you're not going to lecture me about how bad drugs are?
Scott: No.
Jagger: *nods slowly* What's your mistress?
Scott: Pain medication.
Jagger: You seemed together to me.
Scott: I'm not using anymore.
Jagger: Good for you. *jumps onto counter, opens bag*
Scott: I lost my job and custody of my children.
Jagger: How awful. *grabs plastic baggie*
Scott: It's not worth it.
Jagger: Thought you said you weren't going to lecture me.
Scott: It's the truth.
Jagger: Look, I don't have kids, I don't have family and this job wasn't even my first choice. I could care less about how 'not worth it' my actions are.
Scott: But you do need this job.
Jagger: It'd be nice if I could keep it for a little while longer.
Scott: ...If you were able to get help, would you take it?
Jagger: No. Now unless you have to take a piss, get out.
Scott: *walks away*
Jagger: *shakes head*
Restaurant, 30th floor
Lori: *steps off elevator*
Scott: Just in time.
Lori: *smiles, wraps arms around Scott* Hey.
Scott: Ready to eat?
Lori: It's why I'm here.
Scott: *grabs Lori's hand*
Frederick: *walks over* Hey, who's the pretty lady?
Scott: Ah. Uh, Frederick, this is Lori, my wife. *looks at Lori* Frederick's an intern here.
Lori: Nice to meet you.
Frederick: *grabs Lori's hand, kisses it*
Lori: *pulls hand away* Do you slobber on all your co-workers' wives?
Scott: *clears throat*
Lori: What?
Frederick: She's hot.
Lori: *frowns* And she works out. *steps forward*
Scott: *grabs Lori's arm* I think we all got off on the wrong foot.
Frederick: Gee Finch, your wife doesn't like being touched, huh.
Scott: Are you here for lunch?
Frederick: Actually, I was hoping to get the cashier to give me 10% off. *smiles* We're gettin' close. *winks*
Lori: *elbows Scott*
Scott: Maybe it would be more appropriate if you paid the bill and contributed to that cashier's livelyhood.
Frederick: This whole building is full of killjoys. *walks away*
Lori: What a moron.
Scott: *places hand on Lori's back*
Table
Lori: *opens menu* I called Bob.
Scott: Yeah?
Lori: I asked him for some vacation days for you.
Scott: *lifts eyes*
Lori: So, in 2 months, you get a week off.
Scott: You didn't have to do that.
Lori: I don't want you to get burned out.
Scott: Lori, I've only been back to work for a month.
Lori: It was a favour to me.
Scott: *sigh*
Lori: So uh...Steph's still working with her tutor and Dom's at daycare. I'm not sure why Steph has to go to school in the summer, it's seems dumb to me.
Scott: I want her to have every advantage.
Lori: Yeah but there comes a time when kids should be kids, right? Otherwise she'll turn into you. *blinks* Or me.
Scott: *smirks*
Lori: Next summer, she's not doing tutoring. She's going to be a normal kid.
Scott: She is a normal kid.
Lori: Maybe a sleepover would be good for her. She has some friends from school.
Scott: Sure.
Lori: Let's just hope they don't give Dom a makeover like last time.
Biscayne Park, house
Tayla: Daddy!
Tom: *walks over* What?
Tayla: I wanna samwich.
Tom: You just had one.
Tayla: I'm hungry.
Tom: *picks up Tayla* You've still got jam all over your mouth.
Tayla: *giggles*
Tom: *smiles*
Anni: *walks downstairs, holds stomach*
Tom: *looks at Anni* Hey. What are you doing out of bed?
Anni: Got thirsty.
Tom: *places Tayla on floor* There's some animal crackers in the cupboard. You can have some of those.
Tayla: 'Kay. *runs*
Tom: *walks over to Anni* I'll get you something to drink. Go back upstairs.
Anni: I don't want to be an inconvenience.
Tom: You aren't. I have 3 younger sisters, believe me, I don't have a problem with taking care of someone who's not feeling well. You go rest.
Anni: You sure?
Tom: Absolutely.
Anni: Alright. *turns around, walks away*
Kitchen
Tayla: *sitting on floor, digging through ice cream*
Tom: *walks in, stops* ...What are you doing?
Tayla: *lifts head*
Tom: I said animal crackers, not mess all over the floor.
Tayla: *looks down at ice cream* Oops.
Tom: *picks up Tayla* We're going to clean this.
Tayla: *nods*
Bedroom, 2:30pm
Anni: *flips through channels*
Tom: *steps in* Tayla's down for a nap. Brought you some orange juice.
Anni: Thanks.
Tom: *walks over, sits on bed*
Anni: *takes juice*
Tom: Need anything else?
Anni: Just you. *smiles*
Tom: *lies beside Anni*
Anni: *places cup on table*
Tom: I bet Speed never helped out when you were sick.
Anni: *blinks* ...He did his best. *looks at Tom* He wasn't a bad husband.
Tom: *stares at Anni*
Anni: ...Just an immature one.
Tom: Sorry.
Anni: It's okay.
Tom: This is my first marriage so I don't have much to compare you with.
Anni: You had a child with someone in Jersey.
Tom: Yeah but that was an accident and she hated me.
Anni: Lori lived with you for a while, with Steph. That seems pretty domestic to me.
Tom: Correction, Steph lived with me. Lori lived in a crack house until Scott would take her back.
Anni: I see.
Tom: If you want to call that domestication...
Anni: *wraps arms around Tom*
Tom: *blinks*
Anni: I love you.
Tom: Love you too.
Gables Estates, 4pm
Lori: *closes briefcase*
Scott: *steps into room* Where are you going?
Lori: *turns around, looks at watch* I have a meeting with Riley and her lawyers. She's branching out and sh-
Scott: What are you wearing?
Lori: *lifts head* Oh, this is part of Riley's business line. She doesn't just do men's stuff.
Scott: *stares at Lori*
Lori: You like it? *twirls*
Scott: Icathjarto.
Lori: What?
Scott: Huh?
Lori: Is there something wrong with the suit? *wipes waist* I thought it fit pretty well.
Scott: *steps closer, kisses Lori*
Lori: *smirks*
Scott: You got time?
Lori: *smiles* No.
Scott: *pushes Lori onto couch* Just say you'll be late.
Lori: *sits up, grabs Scott's chest* I think not. But hold that thought.
Scott: How long will you be gone?
Lori: *laughs* Scott, you're acting insane. *stands* I need to go.
Scott: *stands* I'll be here.
Lori: I know. *grabs briefcase*
Scott: *runs over* Is that leather?
Lori: Italian leather.
Scott: Where did you get this?
Lori: ...How are you getting this excited over a briefcase?
Scott: This has beautiful workmanship.
Lori: You're weird.
Scott: *smiles* I have got to get me one of these.
Lori: Scott.
Scott: *lifts eyes* Yeah.
Lori: Stop it.
Scott: Right.
Lori: I'll be back...later. *walks away*
Scott: *scratches head*
TBC......................
