Liza: There's no news on Junior yet.
Adam: They -- they won't send up the helicopters. I begged them to. They won't. They -- they refused.
Liza: Oh, Adam, it's so dark. They could never see Junior from the air. Have you rested at all?
Adam: No, no, I can't.
Liza: No, no, I don't mean -- I don't mean sleep. I mean just sat down and just didn't think for 10 minutes. Junior has probably found some safe place and he's asleep. And then he's going to wake up, and he's going to be hungry and tired and achy, and he's going to let himself be found.
Adam: I pray that you're right. How are you holding up?
Liza: I'm fine. Don't worry about me.
Adam: Of course I worry about you. Where's Colby? Why isn't Colby with you?

Jake: I know that mean, old tooth hurts. I know. I remember how that was.

[Colby fusses]

Jake: Oh. Aren't you tired? Whew, I'm tuckered. Boy, I could use some sleep. How about you, hmm? Hmm?

[Colby cries]

Jake: Oh. Oh. Maybe -- yeah. Maybe if I read you something from one of my medical textbooks, that'll put you right out. That used to do the trick for me. No? Oh. Oh. Oh, Colby, I'm sorry.

[Knock on door]

Jake: Oh, I think we woke somebody up. Um -- hold on one second. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh, I'm a bad father. I know. I know. Hold on one second. Ah --
Gillian: Who's doing all the wailing? Oh.
Jake: I will be soon.

Hayley: Oh, God, there's a note. "Hayley and Trevor, Amanda and her friends have moved the sleepover upstairs. Wake me if there's any news on Junior. Janet."
Ryan: So Trevor's still out there.
Hayley: Hopefully he got a lead. You know, I used to be a private investigator. You think I'd be able to track down my own brother.
Ryan: Is there someplace we might have missed?
Hayley: Absolutely. Unless -- no. No, I don't think that he'd try to hitchhike his way out of town. And, I mean, no bus or train would let a little kid travel at night all alone.
Ryan: Which means he's still hiding out around here someplace.
Hayley: I just wish that I had listened to what he was trying to tell me the other day.
Ryan: Hayley, Hayley --
Hayley: No, I've got a bad feeling about this, like a premonition.
Ryan: Ok, all right --
Hayley: I know something horrible is going to happen to him.
Ryan: Just stop it. Stop it, Hayley, right now.

Mateo: That there is my Scorpion.
Tina: Amazing. Mateo: Think you got t
he hang of it?
Tina: Yeah. Yeah, thanks for the lesson.
Mateo: Tomorrow I'll show you my Rattlesnake. I mean, the recipe.
Tina: The recipe for the --
Mateo: For the Rattlesnake.
Tina: I got it.
Mateo: Can you clean up? I got to go cash out.
Tina: Yeah, no problem. No problem.
Mateo: All right.

David: Hey.
Tina: Oh, I'm sorry, we're closed.
David: The door was open.
Tina: We forgot to lock it after the last customer. Listen, we shut down an hour ago.
David: An hour ago? Wow, it must be later than I thought. It's too late to call.
Tina: Just wake her up.
David: Wake who up?
Tina: Your girlfriend. That's who you were thinking about calling, right? I bet she won't mind.
David: No, that's all right. Tomorrow's another day. But since I'm here, I'll have a scotch on the rocks.
Tina: I can't sell you a drink.
David: My money is no good here?
Tina: It's just after last call. But you know what? I just blended up a Scorpion. You might as well have it. I'd just have to throw it away, anyway.
David: No, that's ok. Look, I don't do drinks with cute little names.
Tina: Oh. Well, try it. It's on the house.
Woman: There you are. I see you're up to your old tricks again.

Vanessa: You startled me.
Palmer: Did I? Did I? Oh, I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Well, you can imagine how I felt when I woke up and found your side of the bed empty. I -- as a matter -- I was just going to notify the hotel security.
Vanessa: Oh, darling, I'm so sorry I worried you.
Palmer: Well, I am relieved that you're all right. You are all right, darling?
Vanessa: Oh, yes, yes, of course I am. I was just on my way back upstairs. Shall we?
Palmer: No, no, no. Why don't you sit here with me just for a moment, hmm? You know, Vanessa, this is all very disturbing. What were you doing skulking around down here? Exactly what are you up to?
Vanessa: "Skulking" is such an unpleasant phrase -- darling, I simply didn't want to wake you. I was tossing and turning all night. Then I got to thinking about Bunny. I was worried --
Palmer: Well, it is after 3:00 In the morning.
Vanessa: I know. But it's after 9:00 In Europe.
Palmer: Ah.
Vanessa: And I wanted to reach her before she left because I think she is scheduled for some post-op tests.
Palmer: Could have called her from the suite.
Vanessa: Well, darling, you need your rest, too. I mean, I'm not that selfish.
Palmer: Well, it would have been more pleasant to hear your voice, you know, rather than just wake up and find that you're gone. Anyway, I would have enjoyed speaking with your friend Bunny.
Vanessa: Oh?
Palmer: Yeah. Actually, I have been thinking. When Bunny gets well -- that is, well enough to travel -- why don't we send my jet for her, and then I really could meet her.
Vanessa: That's a wonderful idea, Palmer. Honestly, you are so generous, darling. Really.

Liza: Colby's with Jake. I thought she could stay with him tonight.
Adam: You left her.
Liza: I wanted to look for Junior. I went by WRCW to see if they had figured out anything, and I couldn't very well drive around with Colby sleeping in the car seat.
Adam: I appreciate the fact that you're trying to find Junior.
Liza: I am.
Adam: But you didn't have to leave her with Jake.
Liza: Well, she's fine.
Adam: I want her here. I want her here under this roof. I need her here. I've lost one of my children already. I don't -- I'm overreacting, aren't I?
Liza: There's another reason why I didn't bring her back tonight.
Adam: You weren't sure you were coming back, right?
Liza: Not at first, no.
Adam: Well, I appreciate the fact that you did. You blame me, too, don't you?
Liza: I defended you to Tad when he accused you of turning junior away from him, and then you pull this monumentally stupid thing.
Adam: I didn't know it was going to turn out like this.
Liza: How did you expect that it was going to turn out? Did you honestly think you were going to take that boy and whisk him off to a prep school and Tad and Dixie would just simply nod and go along with it?
Adam: I'm the boy's father. I should have some say in the way he's raised.
Liza: No one is challenging that you are his father.
Adam: The hell they're not. Every instinct I have as a parent -- my love, my caring -- it just doesn't matter. No matter what I say, it is not taken into consideration. I don't know how much more of this I can take. I'm losing my children.
Liza: No, you are not losing your children.
Adam: If no one else will acknowledge that I'm their parent, then why should they? Why? I have feelings. I have dreams for them. I have plans for their future. My God, when I was Junior's age back in Pigeon Hollow, I couldn't even dream of the things that I can hand to Junior, and I want to give him all of them.
Liza: What if he doesn't want it, Adam? He didn't want to be forced to go to a boarding school.
Adam: He would have learned to love that school. They have a wonderful soccer team.
Liza: Adam. You say you want to be involved in your children's life, and then you send this boy away to a boarding school that's 100 miles away? That's absurd.
Adam: It's what he needs. It's direction, discipline --
Liza: No, it is not what he needs. Admit it. Be honest enough to admit that the reason you were sending him away is so he wouldn't be under Tad's influence. And it backfired.
Adam: All right, maybe I was desperate. I am ling my son. Every day that goes by, he's more like Tad and less like me. I am still his father, and I will not be undermined by Tad Martin or anyone else.

Ryan: Lose all that talk about premonitions, Hayley. I don't buy it. You're not a psychic.
Hayley: Yeah, but what about my gut feeling, like, that somebody took him?
Ryan: That's just your fear talking. Tad got the bottom line from Jamie -- Junior's hiding out so he doesn't have to go to boarding school.
Hayley: Then why wasn't he in the mausoleum like he's supposed to be?
Ryan: Would you want to spend the night with a bunch of dead people? He got creeped out. He went somewhere else.
Hayley: Or somebody found him and took him somewhere else.
Ryan: Hayley, Hayley, Hayley, stop that. Work your program.
Hayley: Please. Taking a drink is the farthest thing from my mind.
Ryan: No, that's not what I'm saying. I'm talking about step number three -- about not giving in to your fears, about turning them over to a higher power.
Hayley: You know the 12 steps now?
Ryan: What about it? Shouldn't you be turning over your fear instead of imagining the worst?

Woman: Oh, so this is where you hide out.
Tina: Ms. Florio, please. I'm right in the middle of serving a customer.
Ms. Florio: Oh, I just bet you are. And what are you serving up tonight?
David: Ok. You know, I guess that's my cue that I should probably go find my drink someplace else. Excuse me. Good night, ladies.
Tina: Do you see what you just did?
Ms. Florio: What I did? You Jezebel.
Tina: What?
Mateo: Hey, hey, hey, hey. What's going on? Who are you? Who is she?
Tina: Ms. Florio, my landlady.
Ms. Florio: Your ex-landlady. As of now, this brazen hussy is out on her skinny little --
Tina: Oh, I know you didn't just call me a hussy.
Ms. Florio: If the red wig fits --
Mateo: Ok, stop, stop. Both you guys stop it. Calm down, all right?
Ms. Florio: I will not calm down. And if you had a brain in your head, you'd stay clear of Tina. She's a criminal.
Tina: I am not a criminal!
Ms. Florio: Oh, don't think I don't know what you're up to -- batting your eyes at my husband, wearing those skimpy little skirts, flitting around --
Tina: What?
Ms. Florio: Oh, please. Don't insult my intelligence. You think that by toying with my Anthony's affections he won't press you for the back rent. Well, you're wrong. You're paying every penny of it, or you're going to court.
Tina: Ms. Florio, it's true I fell behind on the rent. But I swear, I never looked twice at Mr. Florio.
Ms. Florio: Oh, save it, sister. I saw you in action, rubbing up against him --
Tina: Oh, God. Gross! No way. He was the one --
Ms. Florio: What are you trying to --
Tina: Oh, you know --
Mateo: Wait, wait, wait. Tina, Tina, just one second. Ms. Florio, what exactly do you want?
Ms. Florio: Payment in full. Here's the bill. The rest of your frilly little things are outside.
Tina: Mateo -- no, you don't -- you don't have to get involved in this!
Mateo: It's all there. Tina, give her the key.
Tina: It's all yours.
Ms. Florio: You bet it is. Oh, I can see that she sucked you in. I tried to warn you. She's a temptress.
Mateo: Come back and see us.
Tina: Mateo, I am so sorry for -- and I'm just so blown away that you saved me.
Mateo: You rented a place from that crazy lady?
Tina: Yeah, it was cheap. And her husband -- he was a leech but he was drunk, so I could handle it. God, you know, enough -- enough with them. Thank you so much for paying her off. I mean, I promise I will pay you back every single cent -- I mean, as soon as I've earned it.
Mateo: Don't worry about it. I know where you work. I just want to know one thing. What's up with the wig?
Tina: Oh. Sometimes I feel like being a redhead.

Palmer: I certainly know how you take your coffee, but herbal tea -- not so sure.
Vanessa: Oh, just plain, darling. Oh, I'm just glad that the hospitality bar had some. This time of night -- would you rather finish this upstairs?
Palmer: No, no. Actually, no. You know, Vanessa, I owe you an apology. When you went off to see Bunny, it was the first time we'd been apart since we'd been married. And I really had hoped that I would have you all to myself a little bit longer.
Vanessa: Palmer --
Palmer: Yeah, well, I felt abandoned, you know. I was lonely for you.
Vanessa: Oh, my poor dear. You were jealous of Bunny?
Palmer: I didn't want share you.
Vanessa: That is so adorable.
Palmer: You going to forgive me for that?
Vanessa: Always. Always.
David: Hello, lovebirds. And what brings you down here at this late hour?

Gillian: Junior wasn't in the mausoleum, so they're still looking for him. I saw the light under the door, and I thought maybe you spoke to Tad, maybe he had some news.
Jake: This is what I've been doing for the last two hours. Are you kidding me? I've been -- she's quiet now.

[Colby cries]

[Jake groans]

Jake: Oh. I've been lullabying my lungs out for the past two hours. I've been singing "Itsy Bitsy Spider" a million and six times.
Gillian: Jake, it's a song about a spider. It's scary.
Jake: It's not --
Gillian: Do you mind if I try something?
Jake: Anything. Please, help.
Gillian: Here. Colby, see? Look at this. See the pretty necklace?
Gillian and Jake: Ah.
Jake: Hypnosis. I never thought of that.
Gillian: Well, not really. Although, maybe. My mother used to do this with me when I was a little baby. Yeah.
Jake: You remember this?
Gillian: Oh, I wish. Memories of my mother are so fond and precious. No, I have a picture.
Jake: Ah.
Gillian: And I was smiling, so --
Jake: I'd love to see it. I bet you were a beautiful baby.
Gillian: Mother thought so. And you'd like this, too, don't you, little Colby? Yeah, you do. Yeah.

[Colby laughs]

Gillian: Look at that.

Adam: Liza, put yourself in my place. How would you feel if Colby suddenly started doting on Jake's wife whenever he marries?
Liza: I doubt that I would declare out-and-out war.
Adam: Well, that's easy to say when it's all hypothetical. But when you see it in his eyes -- her eyes -- Junior lights up whenever Tad Martin walks into the room. He admires him because he's a hotshot television celebrity with people fawning --
Liza: No, Adam, I don't think that's the only reason.
Adam: And then try hearing your son say, "Tad's my dad." Or how about the essay that he wrote about the most influential person in his life. Not a Nobel prize winner or bill gates or even Pele, but Tad Martin.
Liza: So you punish him by sending him off to a boarding school?
Adam: I thought --
Liza: No, you didn't. You didn't think. And deep down you know you were wrong because you didn't say anything to anybody, including me.
Adam: I knew you'd change my mind.
Liza: Adam, we had a promise. We promised we would not keep things from one another. We had a pact.
Adam: I was going to tell you on the drive up there.
Liza: You know, I got to tell you, what worries me more is the fact that in the first place you thought this was the right decision. You keep saying that you want to do what's best for Junior, that you're doing it out of love. Well, it's selfish. It's a selfish love. It's not for Junior. You hurt Dixie and me and, yeah, Tad. And what's to stop you from doing it to Colby? Do I have to second-guess you for the rest of my life? Do I have to worry that you're telling me the truth? I can't and I won't live that way.
Adam: Does this mean you're leaving me?
Liza: No. I'm not leaving you. But I want you to understand that I know that you're better than this. When you put your will before everybody else's, you just destroy the man that I love, who is kind and loving and surprisingly sweet and tender.
Adam: Liza, you're everything to me. I love you so much.
Liza: Why? Why do you keep trying to control everything? Because that's why I left you to begin with. It's why Junior ran away tonight.
Adam: I thought -- I -- I'm trying to change. I am trying.
Liza: I know that you are you -- you would not be in my life in the first place if I didn't see that. But you're losing the battle, Adam.
Adam: Then help me.
Liza: Do you remember how we were? You didn't try to control me. You didn't try to make my decisions for me. You let me live my life, even when I made the decision to have Colby in vitro and I chose Jake as the donor. And I know that it was hard on you, and you accepted it. And it proved to me that you were really trying to change.
Adam: Would -- do you ever wish that were the donor for Colby?
Liza: All the time. But it's not the way it was. After everything we'd been through, after everything that we were to one another, it was impossible because I didn't trust you. I didn't trust that you weren't going to control my life and my pregnancy and my child. We needed to just go through what we went through so that we could find our way back to one another. And that never would have happened if you were Colby's donor. In fact, it probably would have been a disaster.

Hayley: I've always had trouble with step three. You know, I believe in a higher power and all that, but --
Ryan: But it's hard to let go? It's easier for you to turn it over to a bottle of vodka than it is to a higher power?
Hayley: When I drank, I was always preparing for the worst, you know? And it would usually happen. I think it's just harder to have hope.
Ryan: Your only choice is to give in to your fear.
Hayley: You really know the 12 steps.
Ryan: Like I had a choice. This spunky little blond comes into my life, waving this "Have faith" flag, occasionally banging me over the head with it.
Hayley: I am not little. I'm petite.
Ryan: Whatever. Listen to me. Junior is going to be ok. Now you say it.
Hayley: "Junior is going to be ok."
Ryan: Good. He's a smart kid. And it's almost sunup. When it gets lighter, I can go and look some more if you'd like. You can come with me if you want.
Hayley: Yeah, I want to.
Ryan: All right. In the meantime, you can pray or meditate or converse or whatever you want to call it. But it's all going to be ok very soon.
Hayley: Is that another Lavery promise?
Ryan: I'm batting a thousand, aren't I?
Hayley: Mm-hmm.

Mateo: What's this about? You sew?
Tina: No. I took a course, but I never really got the hang of it.
Mateo: Yeah. So, you carry around with your -- everywhere you go, or what's the deal?
Tina: I like it. It's kind of funky, and -- you know, why don't we keep it here? We can costume it for Halloween.
Mateo: Sure. Sure. Just keep it in the back room.
Tina: The back room?
Mateo: Yeah.
Tina: Do you think I could stay back there tonight?
Mateo: Oh. You need a place to stay?
Tina: Mm-hmm. Yeah. I promise I won't knock over any shelves or anything.
Mateo: It's not comfortable back there, though.
Tina: It's better than a park bench.
Mateo: Why don't you stay at this condo right across the hall from me. I mean, it's open, and you can stay there for a couple days.
Tina: Mateo, I can't afford a condo.
Mateo: It's my condo. Well, it used to be my ex-wife's, and there's furniture there. Do you know where it is?
Tina: Yeah.
Mateo: All right.
Tina: Good. That's great.
Mateo: No problem.
Tina: Thank you.
Mateo: You're welcome.

Adrian: Hey.
Tina: Oh, God, the door's still open.
Mateo: No, it's -- what's going on, Adrian?
Adrian: Listen, I'm looking for Junior Chandler. Have you seen him tonight?
Mateo: Here? Junior? No. Why, is he missing?
Adrian: Yeah. He ran away. He left a note, the whole shebang.
Mateo: Well, how long has he been gone?
Adrian: I don't know. Sometime this afternoon.
Mateo: How's Hayley doing? It's her brother.
Adrian: She's a wreck. The cops are on it. We've been looking all night, man.
Mateo: All right. Well, can I help? I mean, maybe I should go see Hayley first, though, right?
Adrian: She's probably over at Trevor's by now.
Mateo: Ok. All right. Can you do me -- can you lock up?
Tina: Yeah. Yeah, no problem.
Mateo: And you know how to get back to the condo, right?
Tina: Mm-hmm.
Mateo: And the keys to the condo are in the cash box.
Tina: I got it. Mateo: And this
door -- it sticks. You got to pull it.
Tina: I got it. No problem, no problem. Go.
Mateo: Bye.

David: So, what happened? Did your room flood, or did you get into a little spat and refuse to go to bed angry?
Vanessa: Well, really, darling. Not that it's any of your business, but I came downstairs to make an overseas phone call and I simply didn't want to wake Palmer.
Palmer: Woke up anyway.
David: No need to elaborate. I get the picture. An overseas call?
Vanessa: Bunny Wainwright. She is having a medical crisis.
David: What a shame. Poor, dear Bunny. And the prognosis?
Vanessa: Good. Darling, should we go on upstairs?
Palmer: No. No, I think I'll finish my tea here. You go on up.
Vanessa: Oh, my. You smell that? Fresh-baked muffins. Let's get a tray, have them brew us another whole pot of tea and watch the sunrise on the balcony. What do you say? Wouldn't that be glorious?
Palmer: Yes. Good. I haven't seen a sunrise since -- no, but I really would like to finish my tea. I'll meet you upstairs.
Vanessa: All right, darling. David, get some sleep. You look horrid.
David: Thanks, mother.
Palmer: Your mother loves fussing over people, don't she?
David: So it would seem.
Palmer: She's such a worrier. This thing about Bunny -- well, I suppose they've known each other for so long. Do you know her well?
David: Do I know her? Aunt bunny?
Palmer: Seems like you do. What's she like?
David: Brace yourself.
David: You could say that mother and Bunny are like Thelma and Louise. You know, partners in crime. They get into a fix. Then they use one another to cover up their mess.
Palmer: Oh, these fixes -- are you talking mischief or criminal activity?
David: You never know. Let's call it divine mischief that skirts the edge. Although, in all fairness to Bunny, mother's usually the brains behind the operation. Bunny is more like the -- the thrill-seeking, loyal sidekick. Like the time that they tried to smuggle some diamond earrings out of South Africa.
Palmer: Oh.
David: Uh-huh. When the custom agent was questioning Bunny, my mother swooned, pretended to faint right into his arms.
Vanessa: All right. That's quite enough, David. Muffins? Muffin?

Liza: I know that you wish that you were Colby's biological father.
Adam: You said you wished it, too.
Liza: I do, but it -- but so what? It doesn't mean anything. I need for you to stop feeling threatened by Jake, to understand that Colby has enough love in her heart for two fathers.
Adam: So I can take second place again?
Liza: No. It isn't like that. I would never ask Colby to choose between you and Jake, although that's what you've been asking Junior to do -- choose between you and Tad.
Adam: I just want him to respect my judgment.
Liza: Well, he's not going to because he knows that what he wants is not important to you. And it scares him. It means that he doesn't trust you.
Adam: Oh, of course he can trust me.
Liza: Adam, you're trying to impress him with soccer cards and boarding schools and executive suites. And yet you don't go to his games and you don't take him for a hotdog. Your kids are going to love you when they feel safe with you and that you're not going to suddenly decide what's best for them and that you're going to listen to them, not lecture them.
Adam: Yeah. You don't think I have a right to be a father.
Liza: I think you're afraid. I think you're afraid of losing your children. And as long as you continue to control them, that's exactly what's going to happen. You're going to lose their love, and you're not going to have anyone to blame but yourself.

Jake: She's quiet. Gillian: Yeah. She'll be asleep soon.
Jake: I hope so. I hope Junior's asleep and safe somewhere. After this stunt Adam pulled with him, it's just proof that he can't be trusted. That's exactly what I'm afraid of with Colby. Adam has no concept of fathering except control, control, control.
Gillian: My father was like that. But I had a wonderful mother. She always made me feel loved, and I could tell her anything.
Jake: Yeah, that's it. That's the trick.
Gillian: After she died, the nannies and the governesses took over. That was until my stepmother shipped me away to school. I doubt my father even noticed I was gone. Used to be so lonely at night, I would fall asleep facing south, back home to Budapest.
Jake: Did your dad ever come visit you?
Gillian: No. But Grandmama did, and Dimitri. And all the girls had crushes on Dimitri. I don't even know where my father was. He was probably in some casino in the south of France. And then during the holidays, I would stay with the headmistress, or sometimes I would go home with a friend. That's the only time I saw what a family was like from the inside.
Look. She's asleep, like a little angel.
Jake: Thank you.

[Telephone rings]

Gillian: Yes. Any news? Yeah. Yeah, this is Jake's room. Who's calling? It's Kelly.
Jake: Oh.
Gillian: Yeah. Don't you think it's rather late for a phone call?
Jake: Oh, no, no, Kelly -- she's a nurse at the hospital. I work with her. She's probably just calling because -- I'll take it. Here. There you go. Kelly? Hi. What's that? No. No, no, no. No, no, you're not interrupting anything.

Vanessa: Oh, what kind of lies are you spreading now?
Palmer: Oh, don't worry, dear. Nothing worth repeating. Certainly nothing worth believing. Shall we go on up to the suite? You're still not interested
in the sunrise, are you? Vanessa: Yes, I am, darling. I'll come along in a moment, yes. First I need a word with David.
David: Good night, Pops.
Vanessa: David, that was really uncalled for.
David: You think?
Vanessa: And callous, not to mention. Aren't you even going to ask about Bunny's condition?
David: Well, didn't you say that her prognosis was good? Whatever's ailing her no I seem to recall that Bunny suffers through a whole rash of illnesses. Didn't she lose her spleen? Or was it her gallbladder?
Vanessa: Both.
David: Gruesome. And what is it now?
Vanessa: A brain tumor.
David: Again? My, this Bunny is so resilient. She just keeps going and going and going --
Vanessa: Is this the kind of rubbish you were telling Palmer?
David: Nah. We were having guy talk. Bonding, you know. Stepfather and son. He was giving me shaving tips.
Vanessa: David, stay out of my marriage.
David: Why, Mother, didn't you say that you want us to be one big, happy family? And now even Aunt Bunny's on the scene.
Vanessa: I'm warning you, David. You do not want to cross my husband.
David: No, I would say you don't want to cross your husband. In fact, I would suggest that you worry more about him and less about me. Because once Palmer finds out whatever you're really up to, this could turn out to be one of the shortest marriages to date for you, Mother. Have a wretched evening.

Jake: Actually, we've had kind of a long night. Yeah. Colby's teething right now, and so she's a little upset. Yeah. No, it's not her mother. It's just a friend of mine who's helping us out. So -- yeah. No, I'm totally looking forward to seeing you. Yeah. Mm-hmm.

Hayley: Ok. No, Janet's still asleep, but when she comes down, I'll tell her that you called, ok? Yeah, thanks for the update, Uncle Trev.
Ryan: What'd he say?
Hayley: No news, but he'll call us if he hears anything.
Ryan: It's almost dawn. You want to keep looking?
Hayley: Yeah. But I think I'm going to need a tank of coffee first.
Ryan: I hope a refill will do. Why don't you charge your cell phone in case somebody needs to talk to us while we're out there.
Hayley: That's a good idea.
Ryan: Ok. I'll get the coffee.
Hayley: Ok.

[Knock on door]

Hayley: Mateo.
Mateo: Hi.
Hayley: Did you hear anything about Junior?
Mateo: No, no. I just heard at the club. Adrian came by and told me. I'm really sorry. I came by to help, you know?
Hayley: Yeah. Come on in.
Mateo: Ok.
Hayley: What are you doing here?
Mateo: Well, you know, I knew you'd be here, alone and freaking out. I just didn't want you to be freaking out alone.
Hayley: Well, thanks, but I'm not -- alone.

Adam: I've never been very good at sitting still.
Liza: Why do you suppose that is?
Adam: My daddy said it's harder to hit a moving target.
Liza: Harder for what?
Adam: For them -- the owners, the bosses, the guys with the sticks and the guns. They killed my dad, they killed my mom, they killed my Lottie. With everything I have, I'm still terrified I'm going to lose everything. Never been very good at holding onto the people I love. I guess that's why I try to hold on so tightly.
Liza: Adam, you hold on too tightly, you'll suffocate us. But if you relax your grip, I guarantee you we'll stick around. And Junior, too. You just have to give him time.
Adam: You mean everything to me. I love you so much.
Liza: Hmm. I love you, too.

[Telephone rings]

Adam: Adam Chandler. Yes, Derek. You're doing what?
Oh, dear God, no.