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Manhattan, APL Financial, 100th floor, 7am
Bob: Put that shelf over there and set up those computers in the office at the end of the hall. *turns around* Where the hell did I put that screwdriver?
Roger: *walks over* You aren't seriously considering putting some of this furniture together yourself.
Bob: Why not? I used to build furniture with my grandfather back on the farm in South Dakota. Of course we usually used real wood and...*lifts allen wrench* what the hell is this for?
Roger: You're the vice president. Do something important like firing that new guy who's 15 minutes late.
Matthew: *steps over* I've actually been waiting in the lobby for my ID tag.
Roger: *looks at Matthew*
Bob: *smiles* Ah. Matthew Whitfield, this is Roger, our CEO.
Matthew: *smiles, extends hand* It's a pleasure, sir.
Roger: Sure. What exactly is it that you do?
Matthew: ...*pulls hand away* I'm an Investment Lending Specialist with a Communications and Public Affairs major.
Roger: Right. I guess it's your life-long dream to work on Wall Street.
Matthew: Actually I just spent the last 3 years on Wall Street. I'm looking for a new challenge.
Roger: You seem a little overqualified.
Bob: Nonsense. Working with the big boys is going to be a good experience and I'm sure this company could benefit from his knowledge.
Roger: What knowledge? How old is this kid? 20?
Matthew: 28, sir.
Roger: *looks at Matthew* Well, Mister 28. Let's see how well you do in the shark tank. Hope you can swim. *walks away*
Matthew: *looks back*
Bob: Don't worry about him, he's just cranky without his cup of overpriced coffee. I'll show you to your office.
Matthew: *looks at Bob* Office?
Bob: Yeah. It's in your contract.
Matthew: ...Well I appreciate that, sir. I really do. But all I require is a desk and a computer.
Bob: Okay. We'll figure something out. Why don't we get a coffee or something and I'll get you the files you'll need for our database.
Matthew: Sounds great.
Miami hospital, 8am
Tom: *sits in chair*
Anni: *wipes forehead* I swear this baby changed her mind about the whole birth thing.
Tom: This world sucks, I wouldn't want to enter it either.
Anni: Not helping.
Tom: What did the doctor say?
Anni: They've given me something to induce and they're just waiting now.
Tom: You've already been waiting 16 hours. Shouldn't the show be on the road by now?
Anni: I hope there's nothing wrong.
Tom: I'm sure everything's fine.
Anni: Were you there for the birth of your first child?
Tom: *lifts eyes*
Anni: *looks at Tom* Lori mentioned something about it a while ago.
Tom: ...No, I wasn't there. Physically, maybe.
Anni: What do you mean?
Tom: Spent most of the time in the parking garage getting high.
Anni: ...I thought you started using after she was born. You were undercover with narcotics and got addicted.
Tom: I never actually went...undercover. That's just what I told my ex after getting back from a 30-day binge. It's why I was fired.
Anni: *stares at Tom*
Tom: Whew, well that feels a lot better to get off my chest.
Anni: So you never had any foreign drug dealers after you about their shipments.
Tom: Oh I did. I just pissed them off all on my own, that's all.
Anni: *nods slowly*
Tom: At any rate, I'm glad I'm sober for this one.
Anni: Me too.
Condo, kitchen
Brook: We goin' now?
Speed: *opens newspaper* No.
Brook: Now?
Speed: No.
Brook: Now?
Speed: *angry sigh*
Katie: *smiles*
Brook: I want Daddy.
Speed: I know.
Brook: We goin' now?
Speed: *frowns*
Katie: In a little bit.
Brook: Now.
Speed: *looks at Brook*
Brook: *lowers head*
Katie: *looks at watch* It's taking them forever. I thought Scott drove fast.
Speed: *looks down at newspaper* Maybe they hit traffic.
Doorbell rings
Katie: YAY! *stands, runs*
Brook: *giggles*
Speed: *lifts eyes*
Foyer
Katie: *opens door* Take her, take her, take her.
Scott: Morning. I'm guessing you want me to take the little munchkin to the hospital.
Katie: That would be nice.
Scott: I'll get her ready. *walks in*
Lori: *steps up to door*
Katie: Get in here, girl. *grabs Lori's arm*
Kitchen
Scott: *kneels* Ready to go?
Brook: *smiles* YA!
Scott: *grabs Brook's hand* Alright, time to get going then.
Brook: *jumps off chair*
Scott/Brook leave
Lori: *looks back*
Katie: Have a seat.
Lori: How long's he going to be gone?
Katie: *lifts brow* Probably not that long.
Lori: *sits in chair*
Katie: *pulls out chair, sits* How are you adjusting?
Lori: *crosses arms, leans back in chair*
Katie: You must feel lucky to have the life you do. You're very well-off. Man, if I had amnesia and I came back to this crap hole of a life, I'd-
Speed: *stares at Katie*
Katie: ...it's probably not that important.
Lori: *looks at table*
Katie: Have you and Scott slept together yet?
Speed: Katie.
Katie: What?
Speed: That's really inappropriate.
Katie: I'm just curious. Man if I had amnesia and found out he was my husband, I'd be all over him like stink on a skunk.
Lori: *staring at table*
Katie: Don't talk too much. I can't keep up.
Lori: *closes eyes*
Katie: *looks at Speed*
Speed: *lifts brow*
Katie: Uh...Lori. *shakes Lori's arm*
Lori: *opens eyes, lifts head*
Katie: Are you okay?
Lori: ..I...I was...freaking out.
Katie: Freaking out about what?
Lori: Being here. *rubs eyes* Without him.
Katie: ...Without Scott.
Lori: *nods*
Katie: So he drugged you?
Lori: *shakes head*
Speed: What did you take?
Lori: *lowers head, closes eyes*
Katie: Well that's just great. And here I thought she'd stay away from the dope now that her brain forgot all about it.
Speed: I don't think Scott knows she took anything.
Katie: Should we tell him?
Speed: It's going to be a little hard not to.
Katie: I thought Scott locked away all the meds.
Speed: Apparently she was desperate enough to get it somehow.
Katie: *snaps fingers* Hey! Lori! Wakey wakey!
Lori: *lifts head*
Katie: Welcome back. You want to go lie down?
Lori: ...Is Scott back yet?
Katie: No, honey he's not. *stands, grabs Lori's arm* C'mon, I'll take you upstairs.
Lori: *shoves Katie, falls backwards against counter* No!
Katie: Lori, you can barely keep your eyes open. It's better than sitting at the table drooling.
Lori: *slides down counter, lifts arms* Don't touch me.
Katie: *kneels* It's okay, you won't be here forever. *grabs Lori's arms*
Lori: *starts to cry, kicks at Katie*
Katie: What the hell's wrong with you?
Speed: *stands* Katie, stop for a minute. Let her go.
Katie: Why?
Speed: Just give her some space.
Katie: *stands, steps back* Gee this reminds me of old times, except she's not naked and covered in dirt.
Lori: *lies on floor*
Speed: *kneels* She's...pretty out of it.
Katie: You think her repressed memories or whatever are coming back?
Speed: I don't know.
Katie: How do we get her upstairs without her throwing a fit?
Speed: I doubt she's in any condition to take us on.
Katie: Right. I'll grabs her legs, you get her ar-
Speed: *picks up Lori*
Katie: Or you can just carry her all the way up.
Speed: *walks away*
Katie: Perfect.
TBC............................
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Manhattan, APL Financial, 100th floor, 7am
Bob: Put that shelf over there and set up those computers in the office at the end of the hall. *turns around* Where the hell did I put that screwdriver?
Roger: *walks over* You aren't seriously considering putting some of this furniture together yourself.
Bob: Why not? I used to build furniture with my grandfather back on the farm in South Dakota. Of course we usually used real wood and...*lifts allen wrench* what the hell is this for?
Roger: You're the vice president. Do something important like firing that new guy who's 15 minutes late.
Matthew: *steps over* I've actually been waiting in the lobby for my ID tag.
Roger: *looks at Matthew*
Bob: *smiles* Ah. Matthew Whitfield, this is Roger, our CEO.
Matthew: *smiles, extends hand* It's a pleasure, sir.
Roger: Sure. What exactly is it that you do?
Matthew: ...*pulls hand away* I'm an Investment Lending Specialist with a Communications and Public Affairs major.
Roger: Right. I guess it's your life-long dream to work on Wall Street.
Matthew: Actually I just spent the last 3 years on Wall Street. I'm looking for a new challenge.
Roger: You seem a little overqualified.
Bob: Nonsense. Working with the big boys is going to be a good experience and I'm sure this company could benefit from his knowledge.
Roger: What knowledge? How old is this kid? 20?
Matthew: 28, sir.
Roger: *looks at Matthew* Well, Mister 28. Let's see how well you do in the shark tank. Hope you can swim. *walks away*
Matthew: *looks back*
Bob: Don't worry about him, he's just cranky without his cup of overpriced coffee. I'll show you to your office.
Matthew: *looks at Bob* Office?
Bob: Yeah. It's in your contract.
Matthew: ...Well I appreciate that, sir. I really do. But all I require is a desk and a computer.
Bob: Okay. We'll figure something out. Why don't we get a coffee or something and I'll get you the files you'll need for our database.
Matthew: Sounds great.
Miami hospital, 8am
Tom: *sits in chair*
Anni: *wipes forehead* I swear this baby changed her mind about the whole birth thing.
Tom: This world sucks, I wouldn't want to enter it either.
Anni: Not helping.
Tom: What did the doctor say?
Anni: They've given me something to induce and they're just waiting now.
Tom: You've already been waiting 16 hours. Shouldn't the show be on the road by now?
Anni: I hope there's nothing wrong.
Tom: I'm sure everything's fine.
Anni: Were you there for the birth of your first child?
Tom: *lifts eyes*
Anni: *looks at Tom* Lori mentioned something about it a while ago.
Tom: ...No, I wasn't there. Physically, maybe.
Anni: What do you mean?
Tom: Spent most of the time in the parking garage getting high.
Anni: ...I thought you started using after she was born. You were undercover with narcotics and got addicted.
Tom: I never actually went...undercover. That's just what I told my ex after getting back from a 30-day binge. It's why I was fired.
Anni: *stares at Tom*
Tom: Whew, well that feels a lot better to get off my chest.
Anni: So you never had any foreign drug dealers after you about their shipments.
Tom: Oh I did. I just pissed them off all on my own, that's all.
Anni: *nods slowly*
Tom: At any rate, I'm glad I'm sober for this one.
Anni: Me too.
Condo, kitchen
Brook: We goin' now?
Speed: *opens newspaper* No.
Brook: Now?
Speed: No.
Brook: Now?
Speed: *angry sigh*
Katie: *smiles*
Brook: I want Daddy.
Speed: I know.
Brook: We goin' now?
Speed: *frowns*
Katie: In a little bit.
Brook: Now.
Speed: *looks at Brook*
Brook: *lowers head*
Katie: *looks at watch* It's taking them forever. I thought Scott drove fast.
Speed: *looks down at newspaper* Maybe they hit traffic.
Doorbell rings
Katie: YAY! *stands, runs*
Brook: *giggles*
Speed: *lifts eyes*
Foyer
Katie: *opens door* Take her, take her, take her.
Scott: Morning. I'm guessing you want me to take the little munchkin to the hospital.
Katie: That would be nice.
Scott: I'll get her ready. *walks in*
Lori: *steps up to door*
Katie: Get in here, girl. *grabs Lori's arm*
Kitchen
Scott: *kneels* Ready to go?
Brook: *smiles* YA!
Scott: *grabs Brook's hand* Alright, time to get going then.
Brook: *jumps off chair*
Scott/Brook leave
Lori: *looks back*
Katie: Have a seat.
Lori: How long's he going to be gone?
Katie: *lifts brow* Probably not that long.
Lori: *sits in chair*
Katie: *pulls out chair, sits* How are you adjusting?
Lori: *crosses arms, leans back in chair*
Katie: You must feel lucky to have the life you do. You're very well-off. Man, if I had amnesia and I came back to this crap hole of a life, I'd-
Speed: *stares at Katie*
Katie: ...it's probably not that important.
Lori: *looks at table*
Katie: Have you and Scott slept together yet?
Speed: Katie.
Katie: What?
Speed: That's really inappropriate.
Katie: I'm just curious. Man if I had amnesia and found out he was my husband, I'd be all over him like stink on a skunk.
Lori: *staring at table*
Katie: Don't talk too much. I can't keep up.
Lori: *closes eyes*
Katie: *looks at Speed*
Speed: *lifts brow*
Katie: Uh...Lori. *shakes Lori's arm*
Lori: *opens eyes, lifts head*
Katie: Are you okay?
Lori: ..I...I was...freaking out.
Katie: Freaking out about what?
Lori: Being here. *rubs eyes* Without him.
Katie: ...Without Scott.
Lori: *nods*
Katie: So he drugged you?
Lori: *shakes head*
Speed: What did you take?
Lori: *lowers head, closes eyes*
Katie: Well that's just great. And here I thought she'd stay away from the dope now that her brain forgot all about it.
Speed: I don't think Scott knows she took anything.
Katie: Should we tell him?
Speed: It's going to be a little hard not to.
Katie: I thought Scott locked away all the meds.
Speed: Apparently she was desperate enough to get it somehow.
Katie: *snaps fingers* Hey! Lori! Wakey wakey!
Lori: *lifts head*
Katie: Welcome back. You want to go lie down?
Lori: ...Is Scott back yet?
Katie: No, honey he's not. *stands, grabs Lori's arm* C'mon, I'll take you upstairs.
Lori: *shoves Katie, falls backwards against counter* No!
Katie: Lori, you can barely keep your eyes open. It's better than sitting at the table drooling.
Lori: *slides down counter, lifts arms* Don't touch me.
Katie: *kneels* It's okay, you won't be here forever. *grabs Lori's arms*
Lori: *starts to cry, kicks at Katie*
Katie: What the hell's wrong with you?
Speed: *stands* Katie, stop for a minute. Let her go.
Katie: Why?
Speed: Just give her some space.
Katie: *stands, steps back* Gee this reminds me of old times, except she's not naked and covered in dirt.
Lori: *lies on floor*
Speed: *kneels* She's...pretty out of it.
Katie: You think her repressed memories or whatever are coming back?
Speed: I don't know.
Katie: How do we get her upstairs without her throwing a fit?
Speed: I doubt she's in any condition to take us on.
Katie: Right. I'll grabs her legs, you get her ar-
Speed: *picks up Lori*
Katie: Or you can just carry her all the way up.
Speed: *walks away*
Katie: Perfect.
TBC............................