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Miami-Dade Elementary, 3:58pm, 5 days later
 
Scott: *leans against counter*
 
Secretary: *lifts head* May I help you?
 
Scott: *smiles* Good afternoon, I'm Stephanie Finch's father. I'm here to pick her up.
 
Secretary: *gasp* You're the guy they were talking about on MSNBC this morning! 
 
Scott: Um...I'm not sure that's accurate.
 
Secretary: You're the CEO guy who slept with an escort and had her put in jail to keep her quiet. Yeah yeah, you're addicted to crystal meth and heroin. It was a segment on how filthy rich executives exploit the system and use their influence on American citizens to propagate their own immoral behaviour.
 
Scott: May I see my daughter now?
 
Secretary: Oh she's such a sweet child, you should be ashamed of yourself.
 
Scott: *looks down at watch* Your expeditiousness in the matter would be appreciated.
 
Secretary: Right. *picks up phone, dials*
 
Scott: Thank you.
 
5 minutes later
 
Steph: *walks in, adjusts backpack*
 
Scott: *turns around*
 
Steph: *smiles* Daddy! *runs over, hugs Scott*
 
Scott: *smiles* Ready to go home?
 
Steph: Yup.
 
Scott: Great. *grabs Steph's hand* The car's out front.
 
Gables Estates, house
 
Steph: *runs in, drops backpack onto floor*
 
Scott: *picks up backpack*
 
Lori: *walks downstairs* Oh good, just the man I wanted to see. 
 
Scott: *smiles*
Lori: The hot tub's acting up again, I think something's wrong with the jets.
 
Scott: *smile fades* The hot tub.
 
Lori: Yeah, in the bedroom. Could you take a look?
 
Scott: *nods* Sure. *walks away*
 
Lori: *turns around*
 
Master bathroom
 
Scott: *shines flashlight underneath tub*
 
Lori: *leans against door frame* Find out what the problem is?
Scott: Yeah, it looks like the air pump in the back has separated from the connector. I just need the tool box and it'll be as good as new.
Lori: Perfect, just the thing I brought you. *slams tool box onto floor*
 
Scott: *opens box, grabs tools* It's a little weird for this thing to become separated. 
 
Lori: Must be wear and tear.
 
Scott: *looks at Lori* It's 3 years old.
 
Lori: I use it a lot.
 
Scott: *looks back at tub, reaches under*
 
Lori: Maybe it's not meant for two people.
 
Scott: Uh...no, it's not.
 
Lori: Right.
 
Scott: *crawls out* Finished.
 
Lori: That's it?
 
Scott: Should be. *turns on tub*
 
Jets roar
 
Lori: *smiles* I love that sound.
 
Scott: *grabs towel, wipes hands*
 
Lori: HEY. *yanks towel away* Those are clean.
 
Scott: *looks down at towel* ...Yeah, that's why I was using it.
 
Lori: Your hands are dirty, Finch. Go wipe them at home.
 
Scott: You're welcome.
 
Lori: *turns around* Great, now I have another load of laundry to do. *walks away*
 
Scott: *stares at door*
 
Living room
 
Dominick: *jumping on couch*
 
Lori: *walks past* Stop it or you'll break your head open.
 
Dominick: *frowns, sits on couch*
 
Scott: *walks over, sits*
 
Dominick: I hate Mommy.
 
Scott: No you don't.
 
Dominick: *crosses arms* I do today.
 
Scott: *smirks* Why's that?
 
Dominick: She's being mean.
 
Scott: *nods* She's mean out of love.
 
Dominick: *looks at Scott*
 
Scott: You'll understand someday.
 
Lori: *walks over* Your car's getting oil all over my driveway. Park it on the street.
 
Scott: I apologize.
 
Lori: Why are you still here? I'm having people over tonight.
 
Scott: *lifts brows* People? What people?
 
Lori: Some of Riley's clients. She's having a party and wanted to use the house so get out before someone sees you and thinks you're dealing dope.
 
Scott: I never actually dealt an-
 
Lori: You know what, between that and the other garbage the media has been spreading around, I'd rather not have to defend you all night. So just do me a favour and leave.
 
Scott: *stares at Lori*
 
Lori: What are you waiting for? People are going to be here in an hour.
 
Scott: Maybe the kids and I could hang out in the guest house f-
 
Lori: No. The kids are going to my parents' house.
 
Scott: I could watch them, Lori.
 
Lori: Plans were already made 3 days ago.
 
Scott: What if I drove them to your parents' place? It would save you a lot of time.
 
Lori: Fine, just go. *walks away*
Scott: *stands* Lori.
 
Lori: *stops, looks back*
Scott: *walks over* ...Do you believe all that stuff? From the magazines and television.
 
Lori: *stares at Scott* The only thing I know for sure...is that you gave up.
 
Scott: *nods*
 
Lori: *walks away*
 
Scott: *sigh*
 
Inside car, road
 
Steph: Daddy, how come we can't stay with you for the night?
Scott: Plans were already made.
 
Steph: But I wanna stay with you.
 
Scott: Maybe next time.
 
Steph: *looks back at Dominick*
 
Dominick: *frowns*
Steph: Daddy, we don't wanna go.
 
Scott: That's not up for negotiation.
 
Steph: *leans back in seat* Can you stay then? With us at Grama and Grampa's house.
 
Scott: I might be able to visit for a little while, sure.
 
Steph: Good.
 
Dominick: Kick Grama out.
 
Scott: Oh Dominick. Stop that.
 
Dominick: She's a bitch.
Steph: *looks back* DOM! Momma said to stop saying that word.
 
Dominick: Bitch bitch bitch.
Steph: *frowns* DADDY! Dom's got a potty mouth!
 
Scott: I hear that. 
 
Dominick: *cackles*
 
Scott: *looks into rearview mirror* You want to eat soap for dinner?
 
Dominick: *blinks*
 
Scott: *looks out window* Didn't think so.
 
Steph: *wags finger* You're a naughty boy, Dommy.
 
Dominick: *sticks out tongue*
 
TBC............................