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AKILAH: The prodigal son returns.

VINCE: I've just come for my comic books.

AKILAH: Of course. Heaven forbid you come for dinner, or something like that.

VINCE: You are always invited to the mansion to...you know what? I'm not going to argue with you, Akilah.

AKILAH: How was France?

VINCE: Excuse me?

AKILAH: You took Julia to dinner in Paris.

VINCE: Yeah. So what?

AKILAH: You're just -

VINCE: I never take you anywhere. Is that it?

AKILAH: Julia is supposed to be my best friend. And she's hanging out with you all the damn time! [Beat] Do you like her?

VINCE: You mean, do I like, like her?

AKILAH: Yes!

VINCE: No, Akilah. We are just friends. Okay? And it was just a trip! You're making a big deal out of nothing!

MORRIS: It is a big deal, Julia!

JULIA: Morris, no it isn't! Vince is not in any way interested in me, we are just friends, I promise.

MORRIS: I hate this. I'm jealous of a goddamn high schooler.

JULIA: Well, you're also dating one. Or having sex with one. Or whatever the hell our relationship is.

MORRIS: Yeah.

JULIA: So, until you decide what we actually are, maybe you shouldn't be getting so damn upset.

MORRIS: I'm sorry.

JULIA: Well, you should be.

Julia stands.

JULIA: I'm leaving. I have to get home.

MORRIS: But, don't you want to...

JULIA: No! We just had an argument!

MORRIS: And that always makes it better...

Morris starts kissing Julia's neck.

JULIA: No...Morris...I don't want...ten minutes. That's all you get.

MORRIS: [Smiling] Hmm...make it fifteen.

JULIA: Oh! Now I'm excited.

RILEY: What are we hoping to prove, exactly?

MICHAEL: At the very least, that it wasn't your gun that shot him. A gun which you have a permit for, I might add.

JOEL: I'm aware of that, Michael. Stop complaining.

MICHAEL: I'll stop complaining when you stop treating my family like we're the Witches of Eastwick.

JOEL: Just as soon as you get rid of your broomstick, Michael.

MICHAEL: I could have your badge.

JOEL: Just try me.

RILEY: Michael, don't even worry about it. Ain't nobody studying Joel right now, just focus on what's important, boss.

MICHAEL: Of course. You're right, Riley, I was just -

Simon enters, holding a clipboard. He turns slightly to glance back in the room at Mark, and then he turns to face Joel.

JOEL: So, what's up Doc?

SIMON: This seems pretty open and shut. Riley didn't shoot Mark.

MICHAEL: Well then.

JOEL: Huh? We haven't even matched the bullet to -

SIMON: No need. That wound was clearly self-inflicted. Mark shot himself.

JOEL: What in God's name...

RILEY: That's quite the development.

Michael moves away from the others and stares into the hospital room, locking eyes with Mark.

MICHAEL: That little gutternsipe.

THOMAS: Snow...why do I feel like I just came from the arctic?

Thomas tries standing, but he stumbles and falls back onto the couch.

THOMAS: Whoa. I'd better not try that so fast again.

He grips the arm of the couch and uses it to push himself to his feet.

THOMAS: That's better. [Beat] Blake...Blake. Blake! Blake, are you here?

He begins walking toward the stairs.

THOMAS: Blake has got to be here somewhere...maybe he can explain what's wrong with me...what's happened to me.


Front Lawn. Kelli Anderson stops at the front door, knocking.

KELLI: Blake! Are you in here? [Beat] Dammit.

Kelli reaches into her purse and removes her cell phone. She dials Blake's number and waits for a response, but she instead gets a voice mail.

KELLI: Blake, this is Kelli. You told me you were going to be at your house, but you're answering your phone. I don't really see the point in having a cell phone if you're not going to answer it.


Living Room. Thomas enters from the kitchen, noticing one of the curtains has been pulled back. As he squints to stare out the window, he notices a figure walking in front of it.

THOMAS: Oh my God...Kelli!