Greenlee: Hey, don't cut me off. I'm making my statement.
Derek: You're messing with me, Ms. Smythe.
Greenlee: I'm telling the truth.
Derek: Ryan Lavery stole $3 million?
Greenlee: Why is that so hard to believe? He's got a rep for taking kickbacks.
Derek: You know, scoring free passes for a Phillie's game is one thing, but the kind of paper you're talking about --
Greenlee: Matches Mr. Lavery's humongous ego. He thinks he's God gift.
Derek: 10 Minutes ago your lips were zipped. Now I can't get you to shut up. Why the 180?
Greenlee: I'm a law-abiding citizen, Lieutenant.
Derek: Who runs with wise guys.
Greenlee: Ryan is the Wade Randall connection.
Derek: And how do I know that you and Leo didn't devise this cover story to buy yourselves an out?
Greenlee: I'll swear on anything, as long as Ryan pays.
Derek: So it's personal.
Greenlee: As personal as it gets. See, I was dumb enough to fall in love with Ryan Lavery. I borrowed millions to save his life, and then he blew it all his precious Princess, Mrs. Jake Martin.

[Orchestra plays]

David: Hey, Junior. The party's over?
Junior: No, it's still going on.
David: Well, then what are you doing out here? Oh, wait a minute. Have a seat. I want to take a look in those eyes. Uh-huh. Now, tell me something -- have you ever experienced any of these symptoms -- shortness of breath, palpitations, frustration, feeling that nothing in the world makes sense?
Junior: Kind of.
David: Yeah. I'm sorry to break this to you, kid, but you're suffering from a bad case of woman trouble.
Junior: Got that right.
David: Well, the good news is it's rarely fatal. But it can be a royal pain.
Junior: Look, if you've got a clue about women, I'd wish you'd cut me in.
David: No, no, not me. I'm strictly from Mars.
Junior: You're kidding, right?
David: No, no, I'm not kidding you. Hey, I got the scars to prove it and a T-shirt that says "I barely survived Erica Kane."
Junior: Yeah, well, I tanked with her daughter.
David: Bianca?
Junior: I asked her to dance. She blew me off.
David: Hmm. Really?
Junior: Don't know why, though. I'm only a couple years younger than her.
David: Well, I'm sorry to break this to you, kid, but there's nothing fair about the fair sex. Girls that age, they like older boys.
Junior: I wonder why.
David: Well, they say it has something to do with the fact that they mature faster than them. But the way I see it, a senior's only got one advantage.
Junior: And what's that?
David: The keys to their dad's car. Don't worry about it. It's going to be ok.

Leo: Greenlee's grandparents took off, so I'm going to try to make my getaway. If it's all right with you, I'm going to head down to the police station just to make sure that Greenlee doesn't pull some gonzo stunt.
Bianca: Oh, yeah, that's fine. I'm fine here.
Leo: Are you sure? It's bad form for an escort to cut out on his date.
Bianca: Greenlee needs you more than I do.
Leo: Save Bianca from a party funk, save Greenlee from lethal injection.
Bianca: No contest. Get out of here.
Leo: Thank you. You're the best.

Bianca: Mom, Uncle Jack, what's wrong?
Erica: Bianca, Sweetheart, let's go home.
Bianca: Well, what, something happened? Tell me.
Erica: We'll talk about this at home, Honey.
Bianca: Stop treating me like a baby! Tell me what happened!
Erica: Bianca -- Honey, the reason that your father didn't come to the party -- I'm afraid Travis, uh --
Bianca: What? What, Mom? You're scaring me.
Erica: Earlier in the evening, it seems that Travis suffered a massive stroke.
Bianca: Take me to see him. I want to see him. Uncle Jack, where is he? Take me to see him!
Jack: I'm sorry, honey. Your dad -- he didn't make it.
Bianca: No, daddy's not dead! He's supposed to be here now! I just left a message on his voice mail!
Jack: Listen, I talked to the doctors.
Bianca: He did not have a stroke! That only happens to old people! Daddy's young! He works out three times a week at the gym! Uncle Jack, he swims every day!

Hayley: That poor girl. This is the last thing she needs is everyone staring at her. Come on. There's been a death in the family. We should just take it someplace else.
Mateo: Yeah, why don't we just tell everybody else to leave them.
Myrtle: It's a very sad time for the family and we really do appreciate your thoughtfulness and kindness. Good night.

Erica: Bianca, Sweetheart, I wish I could tell you how sorry I am for what I said about your father earlier, about Travis not wanting to come to the party. I wasn't thinking. I was angry. I -- I would do anything if I could take that back now, Honey.
Bianca: Uncle Jack, are they sure? Hospitals make mistakes all the time.
Jack: Honey, Barbara flew out to Washington, DC to -- to identify him. The doctors said it happened very, very suddenly. He just -- he just didn't wake up.
Erica: Honey -- let's go home, Honey. Please, let's go home. Jack and I will take you out the back way so you don't have to see anyone.
Bianca: No! No!
Erica: Bianca!

Myrtle: Darling, Sweetheart, she needs time to get over the shock.
Erica: Bianca.
Myrtle: Jack?
Jack: Yeah, we all do, Myrtle, we all do. Come on.

Dixie: Hello.
David: Hey.
Junior: Mom. You're not spying on me, are you?
Dixie: Oh, yes. As a matter of fact, I am, and that's Tad over there disguised as a potted palm.
Junior: Yeah, right.
Dixie: No, I came to give you these. They're lab reports that came right after you left. I thought they might be important.
David: Thank you, Dixie.
Dixie: You're welcome. Just so happens that my son is attending a very swank party here. Come on, are you having a good time?
Junior: Mom, come on.
Dixie: Forget I asked.
Junior: I'm going to go now.
David: Keep your chin up, kid.

Dixie: Well, you're 2-2 with Junior.
David: 2-2, Huh?
Dixie: Both times you've talked to my son, you've connected with him.
David: And that surprises you?
Dixie: Oh, please. I've seen you around the hospital, the way you are, the way you intimidate the nurses. "I am Dr. David Hayward, Chief of Cardiology!"
David: Oh, come on!
Dixie: I swear you're like that.
David: You're exaggerating.
Dixie: It's all one word, one name, one person. But you're not like that. I'm seeing that. You've got this whole other side. The way you talk to my son -- that's really nice. Who knew?
David: Who knew what, exactly?
Dixie: That you would know what to say to a 13-year-old boy to make him feel like a man, to make adolescence seem survivable.
David: Yeah, well, us guys, we got to stick together. You girls can be merciless.
Dixie: That's true.
David: Mm-hmm.
Dixie: But not if the right guy comes along.
David: And then what?
Dixie: We turn into adorable, delectable little cupcakes. Thank you so much for helping my son survive another little piece of childhood.
David: Sure.
Dixie: I'm going to go make sure he's got a ride home.
David: Yeah.

Vanessa: My, that Dixie has a nice, soft touch, doesn't she, Dear? She send chills all up and down your spine?
David: Go away, mother. Vanessa: "Go away" nothing, "Mother." You have a crush on Dixie Martin -- but then you do so love courting disaster. First it was hurricane Erica. Now, what, you've set your caps on another man's wife?
David: Set my cap? Where do you come up with this garbage?
Vanessa: Well, denial's futile. I mean, Dixie seems to think you're quite a man. But are you man enough to break up the marriage of Pine Valley's super couple? Of course you are, darling. I raised you.

Palmer: Vanessa.
Vanessa: Palmer? Oh! You're home. You're home. You've come home to me. Oh!
Palmer: Have I?
Vanessa: I have missed you so much.
Palmer: Well, I'm sure you haven't spent all of your time pining.
Vanessa: I have thought about nothing but us and our future.
Palmer: Uh-huh. So have I.
Vanessa: Well, what have you decided?

Greenlee: When I first met Ryan, he was just a nobody with big dreams. But I believed in him. He wanted to start his own internet company, but he was broke, and no lender would give him the time of day, let alone a line of credit.
Derek: So Ryan stole the seed money.
Greenlee: No. Ryan begged me to go to my grandfather for a loan. He called it an investment in our future, a joint venture. I was so incredibly naive. All I cared about was making Ryan happy. I thought he loved me, lieutenant, but he was just using me.
Derek: So your granddaddy gave you the startup money for Ryan's cyber enterprise?
Greenlee: Gramps was a silent partner. Ryan debuted as some internet hotshot, but he'd still be hawking airspace at WRCW if it weren't for me.
Derek: And now he's dumped you and you come crying to the police. Come on, Greenlee! How do I know this isn't some kind of revenge?
Greenlee: I'm not interested in payback.
Derek: Don't play me, Ms. Smythe. Don't play me. If your story doesn't check out, you're going to land on my bad side, and I guarantee you're not going to like the view.
Greenlee: I know what you're thinking -- my boyfriend did me dirty and so now I'm crying wolf.
Derek: It's been known to happen.
Greenlee: Ryan didn't make a fool out of me, Lieutenant. I did that all by myself. But I'll be damned if I go to jail for him.
Derek: If you gave Ryan the money, no crime's been committed.
Greenlee: Ryan got greedy. He started dipping into the company funds, using the investors' money as his personal bank account.
Derek: That's a serious charge.
Greenlee: It's right here in black and white. Ryan wanted to impress his ex, so he funneled $3 million out of incredibledreams.com and into a rescue mission. While he was in Chechnya playing cowboy, I was back here covering his assets.
Derek: How did you do that?
Greenlee: Ryan begged me to go to Wade Randall for a loan. Then Wade started threatening me and my grandfather. I risked my life for a man who never loved me. Now, if that's a crime, lieutenant, then you'd better just lock me up and throw away the key.

Derek: You're a little too late to help your friend, Mr. du Pres.
Leo: Wait. Have you lost it? What did you confess to, Greenlee? You don't have a lawyer! What, did -- did you surrender your rights? She -- she was under duress. Whatever she said is inadmissible.
Derek: Oh, thank you, Alan Dershowitz.
Greenlee: Leo, it's all right. All I did was tell the lieutenant the truth.
Leo: The -- the truth?
Greenlee: Yeah, the whole truth and nothing but.
Derek: Sounds like some sort of precedent.
Leo: Ok, Greenlee's take on reality is unique. She tends to embellish the facts. Sometimes seeing the world through Greenlee's eyes is an experience.
Greenlee: You make me sound like I'm some sort of head case.
Leo: Well, if the straightjacket fits -- that's it. We're pleading insanity.
Derek: Ms. Smythe, you'd better escort your friend out of here before he helps you into a padded cell.
Greenlee: Yeah.
Leo: What -- you can go? The charges are dropped?
Greenlee: There were no charges. I volunteered information.
Derek: I'm going to check into your story. And if it holds up, you'll walk out of here with a warning.
Greenlee: I know, I know -- stay away from guys like Wade Randall.
Derek: Yeah, that, too. But what I was going to say -- be careful next time you give your heart away.
Greenlee: I will.
Derek: You two get out of my station. Oh, and, Ms. Smythe? You're lucky to have a friend like Mr. du Pres looking over your shoulder.
Greenlee: Yes, I am.
Leo: I feel like I just walked into the middle of a movie.
Greenlee: Oh, don't worry about it. I'll fill you in on everything.
Leo: Oh, and, Lieutenant, I'm sorry about all that stuff that happened at the Valley Inn.
Derek: Get out of here.
Leo: I was just fooling.
Greenlee: Leo.
Leo: I'm serious.
Derek: Beat it.

Derek: Yeah, this is Lt. Frye. I want a bench warrant to seize and inspect the financial records of incredibledreams.com.

Palmer: I thought about you as we passed the Cyclades, the siren singing her seductive song, luring men to their doom. And I considered your indiscretions, your lies, and your infidelity and I -- I really considered the future of our "marriage."
Vanessa: Palmer, we can work this out, darling. I -- I love you. Please, could we just go upstairs so we could get more privacy?
Palmer: Well, I really can't render any kind of decision till I have more data.
Vanessa: Darling, if we retire to our room, I will give you all the data your hearts desire.
Palmer: No, no, you see, the lobby suits me just fine.
Vanessa: Darling, really, it is so public here. We need some privacy.
Palmer: You just have to restrain yourself, darling, until I get the information I need from you.
Vanessa: All right.
Palmer: You've -- you've fared very well since I've been away. That's a new designer frock, I believe. Your hair is professionally done. How did you manage all that on the pittance that I left you?
Vanessa: I learned to stretch a dollar.
Palmer: Not as far as you can stretch the truth. And the shoes, hmm? Yes. They're Carrazzios as well. They don't come cheap -- and don't tell me that you found them at a yard sale. All right, Vanessa, the truth, the truth or you're going to find yourself looking at the losing end of a divorce decree.
Vanessa: You know, Palmer, honestly, I don't enjoy being grilled like a halibut. But since you will ferret the truth out of me anyway, yes, I did quite well for myself, no thanks to you.
Palmer: Really? Well, pray tell me, how? Did an aunt die and leave you something in her will? Did you win at the lottery? Whose money have you been using for this primping and this pampering?
Vanessa: Adam Chandler's.

Bianca: No.

[Bianca weeps]

Jack: Hi. How's -- how's Bianca doing?
Erica: Oh, she -- she's locked herself in her room. I can hear her crying, jack, through the door. She doesn't answer when I call her name.
Jack: You know, Travis -- Travis was my brother, but we were never close. Never, really. We grew up together, but then we grew apart.
Erica: But you made peace with each other finally, Jack.
Jack: Yeah. Yeah, I guess so. Jack: I saw him in Seattle about a month ago. Stopped by to see he and Barbara and the kids. And I remember thinking to myself, "boy, Travis looks good. He looks really fit, really healthy," you know? He drove me to the airport and I took his hand to -- say good-bye and he pulled me into a bear hug. I mean, he really -- he really hugged me. Maybe for the first time. You suppose he had a premonition?
Erica: I don't know. Well, when I think of the last time I spoke with Travis, it's not a very happy memory.
Jack: You two fought?
Erica: Oh, didn't we always? He was trying to justify some completely stupid thing that Barbara did, and it affected Bianca.
Jack: Well, that's Travis. He was loyal, that's for sure.
Erica: Barbara certainly didn't deserve his loyalty. What am I doing? Why am I doing this? I -- I do not want to discuss that woman.
Jack: Death. Talking about death, dealing with death -- it makes us uncomfortable.
Erica: It does. Comes in uninvited and it just ruins everything.
Jack: Yeah, damn inconsiderate of Travis to die and ruin the party, huh?
Erica: Oh, Jack, come on. You know that's not what I meant. I -- I loved Travis very much.
Jack: I know, I know. Sorry. I -- I got to find Chrissie. She's traveling in Europe. I don't -- oh, God. I just dread telling her. How am I going to tell her that her brother's dead?
Erica: Oh, Jack, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.

Bianca: You hypocrites! You disgust me! How dare you pretend you loved my father! You betrayed him -- both of you!
Bianca: You make me sick! You never loved Daddy! Your tears are as phony as you are!
Jack: Honey, you're upset.
Bianca: No, you don't know anything about me, Uncle Jack! You only care about your own little drama!
Jack: No, no, no, Honey. I know you're hurting.
Bianca: You can't feel my pain! All you care about is yourself!
Jack: No, you're wrong about that. You're wrong, Honey.
Bianca: You can't tell me that! You can't decide what I think or what I say!
Jack: Honey, I just don't want you to say something you're going to regret later, that's all.
Bianca: Oh, you want me to shut up, Uncle Jack?
Jack: No.
Bianca: You want me to shut up, Mom? Do you want me to? You know, that's why I stopped eating in the first place -- because I have so much of everybody else's crud down inside, there was no room for anything else! And in rehab, I learned -- I learned to face the truth, and now it's your turn! Don't -- don't -- take my father's death and make an excuse for you to feel sorry for yourself! You never loved Dad. All you felt for him was contempt!
Jack: Honey, don't.
Bianca: Don't!
Erica: It's all right. She's got to say this.
Bianca: Oh, Mother, don't patronize me! I -- I don't need your permission to tell you what flaming hypocrites you are! And I'm not -- I'm not in the hospital anymore, so you can stop treating me like I'm sick. Don't use my recovery to avoid -- to avoid admitting to yourself how much you screwed up, Mom! Just dry your eyes and face the facts -- you hated my father and you ruined his life.

Scott: Well, when I thought my dad was dead, I was mad.
Becca: Who are you supposed to hate
Hayley: Hmm. God, fate, nature?
Myrtle: Well, after you're angry with god and stopped railing at fate and nature, what then?
Mateo: I highly recommend punching bags.
Myrtle: Oh. You know, I -- I talk to people I loved after they've died, and I find -- I just feel that talking to them keeps them close to me.
Hayley: Works for me.
Myrtle: You know, every morning around breakfast time, I have a good old gabfest with Mona Tyler.
Scott: You think she hears you?
Myrtle: Well, I -- I hope she does.
Becca: Um, I talk to my brother Robbie sometimes. I mean, it helps, but I wish he was still here. I miss him so much.
Myrtle: Of course you do, of course you do. You know, love and loss seem to be tied together. Don't know why, but they are. And that's why we've got to make the most -- the most of every moment we have with people we care for while they're still alive.
Hayley: Yeah, if you wait until it's too late, then it's too late.

Leo: I cannot believe you fed Ryan to the cops.
Greenlee: Why not? He's guilty.
Leo: I know. But you could've busted him weeks ago. Why turn songbird now?
Greenlee: Because it was the right thing to do.
Leo: Uh-huh.
Greenlee: Because I had to teach Ryan a lesson -- crime doesn't pay.
Leo: Warmer.
Greenlee: All right, I turned Ryan in because I was furious.
Leo: Now that's my vengeful little love goddess.
Greenlee: I saw him in the paper with Gillian and it finally hit me what a total doormat I've been.
Leo: Oh, so you ruin Ryan's career to recover your own self-esteem.
Greenlee: He's an embezzler. Why shouldn't he suffer the consequences?
Leo: So that's it? You blow the whistle on Ryan, the love of your life, you let him -- you leave him to twist, then you walk away? No looking back?
Greenlee: Oh, you think I'll cave in when Ryan comes calling for help, that I'll bail his cheating butt out of jail and just solve everything with my gold card.
Leo: Second verse same as the first, Greenlee. I've heard this song before.
Greenlee: It's not going to happen. Ryan's off my list and out of my life.
Leo: Is he out of your bloodstream? Because I remember not so long ago you were crying on my shoulder and telling me how mean Ryan was. And the next thing I know, you're hiring a loan shark to float the big, bad heartbreaker.
Greenlee: Leo, you can cut out my tongue if I'm lying. I am so over Ryan, it's not even funny. My heart is free to a man who's totally worthy of my love.
Leo: So, you're cutting the cord. You're letting Ryan drift.
Greenlee: It's about time, don't you think?
Leo: I think -- I think it's a damn shame.
Greenlee: What? How can you say that?
Leo: Well, earlier this evening we were all set to pack our bags and head off to the perfect hideaway, somewhere wade couldn't get his hands on you.
Greenlee: Well, that was the plan.
Leo: But since then, Wade's been rounded up and you've blown the whistle on Ryan, so the danger's passed. Ergo, no reason to run away together.
Greenlee: Damn, you're right. We missed the chance for a perfect getaway. Just out of curiosity, where would you have taken me?
Leo: Pick a spot on your mental map.
Greenlee: Not some deserted beach?
Leo: Nah. You hate the sand and the bugs and the creatures that go screech in the night. Not to mention those pesky Girl Scouts.
Greenlee: They were pretty frightening.
Leo: Then I thought about gay Paris, the city of lights.
Greenlee: Quelle bonne idee.
Leo: No, quel drag. You would've flashed back to schlepping the boulevards with your grandparents, going from one boring museum to the next. Besides, Paris is a waste if you're not in love.
Greenlee: They say all good Americans go there to die.
Leo: [French accent] oh, but you're much too young to die, ma cherie. [Normal voice] so then I thought about maybe heading out to the left coast, Seattle. But then I thought, too wet, too rainy, too gray. Too many startup internet companies.
Greenlee: The boy knows me so well.
Leo: I thought about Erica's laundry room. But too cramped.
Greenlee: And I'm allergic to chlorine bleach.
Leo: So, after wracking my brain, I came up with the final destination, the perfect place to keep you safe from harm.
Greenlee: Think there is such a place, Toto?
Leo: You ever been to Bhutan?
Greenlee: I've never even heard of it.
Leo: It's in the Himalayas, the rooftop of the world. A hidden paradise where dreams never die and love is the law of the land.

Vanessa: So I had Arlene between a rock and a hard place with only enough wiggle room to hand over some obscene amounts of Adam Chandler's money to me for my silence. So you see, I was paid for doing nothing. And -- this little beauty will make certain that I'm dressed and tressed for at least the next, oh, couple of seasons.
Palmer: Vanessa.
Vanessa: Hmm?
Palmer: You are amazing.
Vanessa: Yes, well, you didn't leave me two credit cards to rub together. So you can just go ahead and kick me out of your life, Palmer. You can call me a scheming, manipulative witch, because I'm going to be out there flying my broomstick sky-high and you, Palmer Cortlandt, can just go to hell.

Dixie: David.
David: Hey.
Dixie: Hi. Are you going back to the hospital?
David: No, no, I'm going to Erica's. Did you hear about Travis Montgomery?
Dixie: Oh, yeah, Myrtle just told me.
David: Yeah, yeah. So I think I'm going to go over to Erica's and see how she and Bianca are doing.
Dixie: You sure that's a good idea?
David: Yeah. Why, you don't?
Dixie: Well, I mean, their grief is so fresh. I'm sure Erica must have her hands full dealing with her daughter and her loss.
David: Well, I don't know, Dixie. I mean, I feel like I should be there. It seems like the right thing to do.
Dixie: For who? I'm sorry. It's none of my business. It's just I can't help wondering -- you and Erica just went through a pretty messy breakup. Are you sure you just want to jump in there and stir the ashes?
David: Why do you care, Dixie?

Jack: You're right, Bianca. You're absolutely right. Your mom and I are not blameless in this. We've both made our share of mistakes. But what happened between us and your father -- that was resolved a long time ago.
Bianca: That is such bull.
Erica: Bianca --
Bianca: It's bull, Mom. Nothing was ever resolved. You two just did what you wanted, like you always do. Well, you can't decide how I feel. You can hold my hand all night and tell me that everything's going to be ok, but that doesn't make it true! You want truth? I hate you and Uncle Jack. I will never, ever forgive you for what you did to my father! I wish that you had died instead of him.

Vanessa: Well, I'm just so thrilled you're having such a healthy belly laugh at my expense.
Palmer: Good God, woman, just when I thought life had run out of surprises, you remind me what fun the game can be.
Vanessa: Really? And exactly how do I do that?
Palmer: Well, you know, I've spent the better part of my life trying to separate Adam from his money, and you have just picked his pocket -- and the beauty is he doesn't even know you did it.
Vanessa: Well, blackmail is a fine art.
Palmer: Hmm. And you are its finest practitioner. We have a great deal to learn from each other, my darling.
Vanessa: Ok, Palmer. What exactly are you saying?
Palmer: Well, you know, I've never known a woman quite like you. You may eventually be the death of me, but I won't die being bored.
Vanessa: Palmer? Ooh.
Palmer: What do you say we, as you say, retire to our suite and, oh, just think about our future, our future together.
Vanessa: Well, you have to refresh my memory, darling, because where did we leave off?
Palmer: Um -- um -- I think it was about here.

Dixie: I was just expressing my concern.
David: So you're worried about me.
Dixie: Well, yes.
David: Because I'm your boss.
Dixie: Because I am your friend.
David: Hmm. And friends shouldn't allow friends to walk into the lion's dean.
Dixie: Not if they can help it.
David: And what if I can't?
Dixie: Well, that choice is yours. But I think I know your history with Erica, and you got pretty badly burned. She's got a world of people who look out for her.
David: And I have you to look after me. How did I get so lucky? Well, thank you, Dixie, for providing a moment of sanity in my otherwise random universe.
Dixie: You're welcome. Good night.
David: Take care.

Derek: Spread the word through the ranks. I want Ryan Lavery arrested the minute he gets back into Pine Valley.
Officer: I'm on it.

Greenlee: Leo, you were ready to whisk me halfway around the world, surrender your life just to keep me safe?
Leo: Ah PV is not all it's cracked up to be, Greenlee.
Greenlee: I bet you even made all the arrangements.
Leo: Well, I made sure that our passports were current, got Mumsy to float me some traveler's checks. I'll just get a job when I get there.
Greenlee: What would you do in Bhutan? Leo: I don't know, herd sheep? Come home late smelling like lanolin.
Greenlee: Lt. Frye was right. You truly are an amazing friend.
Leo: Is that all I am to you?

Bianca: Mom, why did you have to be with Uncle Jack? You and me and Daddy -- we could have been a family. We could have been so happy.
Bianca: Mommy -- oh, Mommy, help me.


ON THE NEXT - - - - ALL MY CHILDREN

Derek: I'm here to arrest you for theft by unlawful disposition.

Leo: Don't ruin this moment, Greenlee. If we can make this work, we can make it last forever.

Bianca: What's going to happen to me now?

Adam: We have each other back. That's what we want, isn't it?