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Gables Estates, house, bedroom, 8pm
Lori: GET OUT!
Anni: I'm taking you to my place tonight.
Lori: No you're not.
Anni: Scott doesn't want you here around the kids.
Lori: You have kids at your place.
Anni: Brook's with Tim.
Lori: I'm not going.
Anni: This isn't a negotiation. You are.
Lori: SCOTT! *jumps over bed* SCOTT! GET UP HERE!
Anni: *grabs Lori's arm* Get your bag, we're leaving.
Lori: *frowns* No.
Anni: You can leave here on your own and come to my place or the police can take you to the drunk tank and you can spend the night on a steel bench surrounded by junkies and prostitutes.
Lori: *glaring, picks up bag*
Anni: Move.
Lori: *walks away*
Inside car, 8:30pm
Lori: *lies on seat*
Tom: *looks back* Sit up.
Lori: Go to hell.
Tom: *slaps Lori's leg* Sit up.
Lori: *kicks Tom's arm*
Anni: Don't bother, Tom.
Tom: You know Scotty said she was drinking because of Katie.
Anni: I'm not surprised. There's a few times Katie's made
me want to down a few shots.
Tom: It's situations like these that make me thankful my parents are dead.
Anni: *looks at Tom*
Tom: *stares ahead*
Biscayne Park, house, 11pm
Lori: *opens fridge*
Tom: *walks downstairs* What are you doing?
Lori: *pulls out wine*
Tom: *walks over, takes bottle* Get back upstairs. You're supposed to be passed out.
Lori: Sorry to disappoint. *reaches for bottle*
Tom: *dumps bottle into sink* You want to turn into your father, is that it?
Lori: Better than being my mother.
Tom: I don't know what the hell she said to you but it's not worth ruining your sobriety over.
Lori: What do you want me to do? Never speak to her again?
Tom: If that's what it takes.
Lori: She's my mother.
Tom: Yeah and that doesn't automatically make her a good one.
Lori: *lowers head* ...Y'know, when I was 13...she told me it was my fault that I was sent away. I was a bad daughter.
Tom: *stares at Lori*
Lori: She said it was my fault that my dad drank...and that no decent man would ever love a crack whore.
Tom: ...That's rough.
Lori: *stares blankly*
Tom: *wraps arms around Lori*
Lori: *lies head on Tom's chest*
Tom: I'll take you back upstairs.
Lori: *nods*
Bedroom
Tom: *flips on lamp* If you need anything, wait until tomorrow so you don't break anything.
Lori: *smirks*
Tom: *turns around* You're all set.
Lori: Thanks.
Tom: Sleep.
Lori: *flops onto bed*
Tom: *walks away*
Lori: *grabs Tom's arm*
Tom: *looks at Lori*
Lori: Sit.
Tom: No.
Lori: Please, just sit here until I fall asleep.
Tom: *sigh* Lori, you don't need me to do that.
Lori: *yanks Tom down*
Tom: Okay. *sits*
Lori: *lies down*
2am
Tom: *stands*
Lori: *grabs Tom's hand* Not asleep yet.
Tom: Lori, I want to go to bed.
Lori: Then sleep.
Tom: I want to sleep in my
own bed. With my wife.
Lori: *pulls Tom down by the collar*
Tom: *frowns* L-
Lori: *kisses Tom*
Tom: *sits up*
Lori: *climbs into Tom's lap*
Tom: *pushes Lori*
Lori: *slides across floor*
Tom: You're lucky you're drunk.
Lori: *pushes hair behind ear*
Tom: *stands, walks away*
Kitchen, 9am
Anni: *sits at table* Where's Lori?
Tom: You didn't hear her in the bathroom?
Anni: ...That was her? Sounded like a cougar being gutted.
Tom: *blinks* Yes because that happens an awful lot outside our bedroom window.
Anni: *smiles, grabs toast*
Tom: I'll take her home when she's feeling better.
Anni: Thought you had to work.
Tom: I do. *smiles* She's coming with me.
Anni: I think she's been punished enough.
Tom: *stands* Oh I think there's room for more.
Anni: *shakes head* You're horrible.
Tom: *kisses Anni's forehead* See you later.
Anni: *smirks*
Miami Lab, hallway
Tom *walking*
Lori: *places hand on chest* Why um...why am I here?
Tom: You're getting some air. Put this on. *hands over tag*
Lori: I'd like to go home now.
Tom: I'll only be a few minutes. You look like hell, by the way.
Lori: Thanks.
Trace lab
Speed: *staring through microscope*
Tom: *walks in* Detective Duquesne paged me, she said you wanted to see me.
Speed: *hands over folder* Results from your houseboat murder.
Tom: Excellent. *opens folder*
Lori: *places hand on stomach*
Tom: ...Wood polymer.
Speed: Yeah.
Tom: So the victim had pieces of wood under her nails.
Speed: Treated wood. That specific chemical makeup is used for high moisture areas, which is common in Miami.
Tom: She scratched the floor of her houseboat. Okay so she was dragged or was trying to crawl away.
Speed: *lifts eyes, looks at Lori*
Lori: *crosses arms*
Speed: What's your problem?
Lori: You really want an answer to that?
Tom: I'm taking her home soon.
Speed: I didn't know you were still partying.
Lori: I'm not. At least...I don't think I am.
Speed: *nods*
Lori: I don't really remember what happened last night. *lowers head*
Tom: Thanks for the results. *places hand on Lori's back* Let's go.
Speed: She stays.
Tom: *looks at Speed*
Lori: *scratches head*
Tom: Sure. *walks away*
Lori: It's not an everyday thing.
Speed: What happened?
Lori: I don't remember.
Speed: Katie visited you yesterday.
Lori: *frowns*
Speed: What'd she say to you?
Lori: Nothing.
Speed: *stares at Lori*
Lori: I don't know why you still love her.
Speed: Katie and I are...no longer together.
Lori: *lifts brow* Since when?
Speed: *stands, pulls off gloves* I'll take you home.
TBC..................................
