Vernon’s practice: kitchen
Mel: I'm sorry, can I... Can I help you?
Man: I'm hurt!
Mel: I can see that.
Man: I need oxy.
Mel: We don't keep narcotics on the premises, but I can take a look at your eye. It looks like it hurts.
Man: That's why I need the damn oxy… Where do you think you're going?
Mel: We don't have what you want.
Man: If you're lying, bitch, I'll kill you.
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Vernon’s yard
Jack: Mel? Mel!
Mel: Jack!
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Vernon’s practice: kitchen
Jack: All right, why don't you drop the knife?
Man: Stay back.
Jack: Listen, I'll tell you what, you let her go, you can walk right out of here, okay?
Man: Not without the drugs. She's lying. I know she has some.
Jack: No, you're right. How about I help you look for 'em? Hey! Hey, you okay?
Mel: Yeah, I'm okay. Oh, God.
Jack: Can you stand?
Mel: Yeah. I think so. Yeah, I can.
Jack: Okay.
Mel: Ow!
Jack: It's all right. Just gotta catch your breath.
Mel: Oh.
Jack: Just take a breath… That's better.
Mel: I'm okay. Ow… Oh, it's my fault for not locking the back door. So stupid.
Jack: Well, you know what? We shouldn't have to keep the door locked. Not here… Drugs, huh?
Mel: Yeah, oxy.
Jack: Jesus.
Mel: Ow.
Jack: You hurt your ankle?
Mel: Yeah, I just tweaked it a little bit.
Jack: That could have been a hell of a lot worse, Mel.
Mel: It could've, but it wasn't… I need to get home. I can't...
Jack: Well, look, I'll drive you. Here.
Mel: Okay. I got it. I'm okay. No. Ow.
Jack: Okay. I got you. Lean on me.
Mel: Okay.
Jack: All right. Come on.
Mel: Mm.
Jack: I'll call Doc from the car. He can call the sheriff. Okay?
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Cabin
Jack: Well, you don't have any ice, but you are stocked on frozen vegetables. So I'm using peas.
Mel: Yeah, I don't know how those ended up in there. One day they just showed up.
Jack: Well, Doc bought 'em for Hope after her heart attack. She was never gonna eat 'em, so she stashed 'em there so that he wouldn't find them in the trash.
Mel: Wait. Are you serious?
Jack: Mm-hmm.
Mel: How do you know that?
Jack: She told me… A while back.
Mel: Oh. She truly has no boundaries.
Jack: Well, look, I'm the last person that should be defending Hope, but you got to admit, it's kind of sweet that she didn't want to hurt his feelings.
Mel: Oh, look at you finding a positive way to frame Hope's lunacy. You know, you don't have to do that. I can just wrap it myself.
Jack: No, come on, look. The longer you stay off this, the better it's gonna feel in the morning. You're gonna need some ibuprofen to get that swelling down.
Mel: Oh, I have a bottle in the cupboard to the left of the sink above the toaster.
Jack: Doc's already called the sheriff.
Mel: A knife fight and the sheriff. Maybe tomorrow we can pan for gold.
Jack: You sure you're okay?
Mel: Yeah, it wasn't... it wasn't a big deal.
Jack: You know...
Mel: Oh, sorry.
Jack: Here. Let me...
Mel: I just...
Jack: I should get going. Let you get some sleep.
Mel: Okay. Thank you.
Jack: You're welcome.
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Paige’s house: kitchen
Wes: Why aren't you packing?
Paige: Because we're not done talking.
Wes: I said all I needed to say.
Paige: But I haven't.
Wes: All right. We can talk on the drive back to Florida… Okay? I'm gonna take a shower. By the way... Don't even think about doing something stupid because the next time I find you... I'm not gonna be so nice.
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Vernon’s practice: office
Vernon: So... So Hope agreed to this?
Mel: Oh, she had a few caveats.
Vernon: And they're both on board?
Mel: Well, we're about to find out.
Vernon: Ah.
Mel: Mm-hmm.
Jack: Morning.
Vernon: Morning.
Mel: Morning.
Charmaine: Morning.
Jack: So... The sheriff have any leads?
Vernon: No, he thinks the attack was probably an isolated incident.
Jack: And if it wasn't?
Vernon: You know, they don't have many resources, but he promises to do his best.
Jack: Doing his best isn't good enough.
Vernon: Fortunately, Mel wasn't seriously hurt.
Jack: Yeah, but we need to do somethin'.
Vernon: Not sure what we can do but beef up security.
Jack: I can install a deadbolt on the back door.
Vernon: That sounds good.
Jack: And there's somebody I can call who... Might be able to help. How's your ankle?
Mel: It's better. Thanks.
Charmaine: Oh, Mel, I wanted to apologize for yesterday. I know you were just trying to help.
Mel: I understand. You know, you're under a lot of stress.
Charmaine: Hmm.
Mel: And fortunately, I was able to find a place for you to stay in town.
Jack: Oh, that's great. Where?
Mel: Hope has offered up her guest...
Jack: No!
Charmaine: No!
Mel: Now, listen. Just hear me out. You know living alone isn't always easy, and I think Hope's really looking forward to having your company.
Charmaine: Oh, come on.
Mel: And Doc and I will handle all communication, and she knows you're still upset, so she will respect your privacy.
Vernon: Look, every place else, including the bar, is either too far from the clinic or has stairs which are dangerous considering Charmaine often feels lightheaded.
Jack: And what about the Fitches?
Charmaine: Yeah.
Mel: They're booked for a month.
Vernon: Here's the bottom line, we need to get you hydrated, or you're gonna end up in a hospital.
Charmaine: Mm-hmm.
Mel: It really is the best option.
Charmaine: Okay. Yeah. I mean, if you guys say so. Thanks, Doc.
Vernon: Yeah.
Jack: All right. Tell Hope we'll be over in a few hours.
Vernon: All right, yeah.
Mel: Okay… You'll see they'll all get along.
Vernon: Oh, I know you don't believe that.
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Hope’s house: guest bedroom
Mel: You really did a great job getting this room ready for Charmaine.
Hope: All I did was turn on the lights.
Mel: Well, your assistance is invaluable.
Hope: Frankly, I'm shocked Charmaine and Jack agreed to this scheme of yours.
Mel: It's not a scheme. It is a home-based wellness plan designed to ensure that Charmaine has a healthy pregnancy.
Hope: I stopped listening after "home-based wellness."
Mel: Speaking of listening, I'm gonna need you to give Jack some space.
Hope: What's that supposed to mean?
Mel: Oh, just... You know, let Doc and I handle any communication.
Hope: I thought Charmaine staying here meant that things between Jack and me are back to normal.
Mel: They will be eventually.
Hope: Eventually?
Mel: Can you hand me those pillows?
Hope: Are you telling me that Jack is still upset?
Mel: No, that's not what I'm saying.
Hope: What exactly are you saying?
Mel: Just remember that the situation is temporary, okay?
Hope: Which situation are you talking about?
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Hope’s house: living room
Mel: I'll get it, limpy.
Hope: In the words of the late Benjamin Franklin: “Guests, like fish, begin to smell after three days.”
Mel: Why don't I show you to your room?
Charmaine: Okay.
Jack: I'm gonna grab Charmaine's bags from the truck.
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Hope’s house: porch
Hope: Jack, I know you're mad at me. Can we please talk about this?
Jack: I've said what I want to say.
Hope: And I've apologized every way I know how. I don't know what else to do.
Jack: Hope, I forgave you weeks ago.
Hope: You did? So you're not upset with me?
Jack: No. I just don't want you involved in my personal life anymore, okay?
Hope: Got it. No more interfering.
Jack: Uh... I said "involved."
Hope: What's the difference?
Jack: Well, interfering is when you're disrupting what's going on, and involved is when you're... Well, it's when you're part of something.
Hope: So you're saying you don't want me in your life?
Jack: I...
Hope: I've always thought of you as family, and... Families are in each other's business because they love each other.
Jack: You've been my family, and I'm thankful for that. But for me, family is about... Trust. I just don't feel like I can trust you right now.
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Hope’s house: guest bedroom
Charmaine: I thought you said Hope was excited to have me.
Mel: Well, she is, but you know her. She just doesn't want to seem needy.
Charmaine: And what was that about three days?
Mel: Oh, she was just kidding. You can stay here until you're back on your feet. Why don't I get you a glass of water? Okay?
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Street
Mel: Hey.
Jack: Hey.
Mel: You need a hand?
Jack: I'm good.
Mel: Look, I know this isn't ideal.
Jack: No matter how sweet she's being, Hope is always trying to get what she wants. Trying to keep her out of my life is like pushing water uphill.
Mel: Yeah.
Jack: What?
Mel: You just painted a very accurate description of Hope's essence, that's all.
Jack: Well, it's not funny.
Mel: Sorry. She's trying to make things up to you by doing something helpful for Charmaine… Just cut her a little slack.
Jack: I am. I'm civil.
Mel: Jack, she is trying.
Jack: Yeah, well, sometimes trying isn't enough.
Mel: Gosh, you're being a little harsh. Don't you think?
Jack: Hold up. You're calling me harsh?
Mel: I just said you're being harsh.
Jack: Well, you want to know what harsh is? Walking out on someone without an explanation. That's harsh.
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Paige’s house: Stairs
Wes: We're hitting the road.
Paige: We're not leaving.
Wes: What? Michelle, what did you just say to me?
Paige: I said... We're not leaving.
Wes: What are you gonna do? You gonna call the cops? Oh, wait. I'm a cop, and you're a fugitive.
Paige: I didn't kidnap Christopher.
Wes: Law doesn't see it that way.
Paige: He's my son. I'm protecting him.
Wes: You think a judge is gonna believe you? Don't you think he's gonna wanna know why there's a restraining order against you?
Paige: Because you lied!
Wes: Not according to the domestic battery report I filed. So you're not exactly in a position to call the shots… Go get my son.
Paige: No.
Wes: Fine. I'll do it myself.
Paige: No!
Christopher: Mom?
Paige: Oh, my God.
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Jack’s bar
Ricky: Oh, sorry. Ooh, I'll take that from you. Okay!
Connie: Lemon, please.
Ricky: Yes, I'll get you your lemon…
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Ricky: Hey, when are we gonna get that replacement for Brady?
Preacher: Well, Jack says he is looking.
Ricky: Okay, 'cause that sewing circle is gonna kill me.
Preacher: Hey, you're a good soldier.
Ricky: Yeah, at least I'll be ready for boot camp.
Preacher: Doc.
Vernon: Hey, Preach.
Preacher: What can I getcha?
Vernon: Well, I'll have my usual, but with mustard instead of mayo.
Preacher: Oh, branching out, I see.
Vernon: Yeah, thought I'd switch things up.
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Ricky: Okay. I'll, uh, get you guys cutlery in just a second.
Connie: I don't know what I'm gonna do with her.
Lydie: Oh, my. Is that the niece who's always in trouble?
Connie: Lizzie. That girl. She's more destructive than a tornado in June.
Jo Ellen: Wasn't she arrested?
Connie: My brother-in-law is a bigwig attorney in Los Angeles. He got the charges dropped.
Jo Ellen: What?
Connie: Not doing her any favors, if you ask me. They should have let her sit in jail for a few days. I bet that would have gotten her attention.
Muriel: Well, excuse me, ladies. I'll be right back.
Connie: Now what's she up to?
Jo Ellen: Hope gave her the go-ahead to ask Doc out for a date.
Connie: Hope says they're getting divorced for real this time.
Jo Ellen: I can't keep up.
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Muriel: Ricky?
Ricky: Oh! Yeah, okay.
Muriel: Oh, just a sec.
Vernon: What?
Muriel: You have got a little something right here.
Vernon: Thank you.
Ricky: Here you go.
Muriel: Thank you, Ricky. You know that Preacher adds a dash of peppercorns to his mustard. It's a little too much for a lot of people, but I quite like it.
Vernon: That is pretty good.
Muriel: Mm-hmm. Do you cook?
Vernon: Oh, not so much. No. I eat most of my meals here.
Muriel: Oh. Hope doesn't feed you?
Vernon: No. Oh, sure she does. Um... Sometimes. When she's in the mood.
Muriel: I'm always in the mood... To cook, that is, and it's such a shame because I waste so much food. I mean, being single.
Vernon: You know, a couple of sets of Tupperware would fix that right up.
Muriel: No, you see, I find that all of my leftovers go dry in those things.
Vernon: That's because Tupperware isn't airtight. Double wrap the food in cellophane before you put it in the container.
Muriel: Yes, that is incredibly insightful.
Vernon: Secret.
Muriel: Thank you. Well, um, I should get back to the girls. Very nice chatting with you.
Vernon: Yeah, you too. Now, don't forget to get that cellophane.
Muriel: I won't.
Vernon: Ha!
Muriel: In fact... If you're up for it, I am slow cooking a pork roast at the house. Would you like to join me for dinner this evening?
Vernon: Well, you... I don't know. I...
Muriel: You could show me the correct way to double wrap.
Vernon: Sure. I... I would love to.
Muriel: Wonderful.
Vernon: Yeah.
Muriel: There's my cell should you need to call, and, uh, cocktails, 5:30 sharp.
Preacher: So... How's Hope gonna feel about that?
Vernon: Oh. Oh, she'll be thrilled.
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Jack’s bar; kitchen / Paige’s house: living room
Preacher: Hey, Paige. Listen, we're kind of slammed at the moment. Can I call you back?
Paige: Preacher? Can you come over?
Preacher: What? Is Christopher okay?
Paige: Yeah, yeah, he's fine. Um, I just dropped him off at Lilly's. It's me. I need you. Please? It's urgent.
Preacher: Okay, I'll be there as soon as I can.
Paige: Okay. Hurry.
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Jack’s car / Mike’s car
Jack: Damn it… Hey, Mike. What are you up to?
Mike: Hoping to bust a meth lab.
Jack: Just another day at the office?
Mike: Pretty much.
Jack: How's everything else?
Mike: Good. Met a girl through my pastor.
Jack: Well, they say third time's a charm.
Mike: Hey, man, look, just 'cause you're still single...
Jack: Hey, easy now.
Mike: Anyway, you calling to shore up plans for the reunion?
Jack: I was actually calling about work.
Mike: Yours or mine?
Jack: Yours. Some addict pulled a knife on our town nurse.
Mike: Damn. What do you need me to do?
Jack: Ask around. I think a guy by the name of Calvin might be involved. I'll email you the info I have, but it's not much. I need to know if this is a one-off or if we have ourselves a new problem.
Mike: I'll do my thing, and then I'll get back to you.
Jack: I appreciate it.
Mike: Anytime. Uh, Jack?
Jack: Hmm?
Mike: That nurse, how pretty is she?
Jack: Goodbye, Mike.
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Preacher: Hey.
Jack: Hey.
Preacher: I gotta run to Paige's.
Jack: Can it wait? I gotta get Charmaine's medicine over to Hope's.
Preacher: No, uh... It's an emergency.
Jack: Okay. All right, you go. Just get back as soon as you can, yeah?
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Ricky: Hi, Jack.
Jack: Oh, Ricky, I need you to hold down the fort till I get back.
Ricky: You sure? It's just me and Sam.
Jack: Yeah, I know, but the lunch rush is over. Okay?
Ricky: Yeah, I'll do my best.
Jack: All right, I'll be back before you know it.
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Hope’s house: guest’s bedroom / Hope’s house: living room
Charmaine: Hope? Are you almost finished? Hope!
Hope: What, dear?
Charmaine: The vacuuming is giving me a headache.
Hope: Sorry, I've got a lot of area to cover.
Charmaine: Well, can you at least change the channel?
Hope: Give me a second.
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Hope’s house: living room
Hope: I see you no longer feel the need to knock.
Mel: What's going on in here?
Hope: Just enjoying a little me time.
Mel: Uh-huh. Yeah. More like trying to drive your house guest crazy.
Hope: Charmaine told me you said I wanted company because I'm old and lonely.
Mel: No, I never said old.
Hope: Exactly what game are you playing here, missy?
Mel: I simply took a page from the Hope McCrea playbook. You used it to lure me here to Virgin River, and I used it to get Charmaine to stay with you. I believe you've been "Hoped."
Hope: I'll have you know, I did what I had to do to secure medical assistance for Virgin River.
Mel: And I'm doing what I have to do to ensure the health of my patient.
Hope: Well, when this whole thing blows up, and trust me, it will, it'll be your fault.
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Hope’s house: guest’s bedroom
Charmaine: Hope's giving me a migraine.
Mel: Yeah, she does that to people. It's okay. I just talked to her. How are you feeling?
Charmaine: Less nauseated than yesterday. I mean, as long as I'm lying down.
Mel: Okay. Well, at least you're not getting worse. So, you know, that's positive. I brought you some low-sodium chicken broth in the Thermos. And for dessert, some magazines.
Charmaine: Yeah, I don't think I can keep anything down.
Mel: Well, just try.
Charmaine: Okay. Thanks for the magazines.
Mel: You're welcome. I'm gonna go get you a fresh glass of water and a spoon.
Charmaine: Okay… What was that about?
Jack: Hmm? Oh, nothing. Um, you left your medicine in my truck.
Charmaine: Oh, I'm sorry.
Jack: No problem.
Charmaine: So what happened with Mel?
Jack: Nothing.
Charmaine: Jack, you couldn't even look at her. Did you guys get into a fight?
Jack: No… No, it, uh... I don't know.
Charmaine: What do you mean you don't know? You either got into a fight, or you didn't. So, was it something she did or something she said?
Jack: It really doesn't matter.
Charmaine: Fine. I just hate to see you upset.
Jack: I'm fine. Thanks.
Charmaine: And you're absolutely right, by the way. The only thing that matters is our baby. Come here.
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Hope’s house: kitchen
Mel: Come on… This is unacceptable. I mean...
Vernon: What is?
Mel: I... I can't find the spoons.
Vernon: Oh, bottom drawer on the right.
Mel: Really? Who keeps their silverware in the bottom drawer?
Vernon: The same woman who keeps her coffee next to the cleaning supplies.
Mel: Ow. That doesn't make any sense.
Vernon: Oh, it does to Hope. So how is Charmaine?
Mel: She is doing about the same.
Vernon: Let's go in and run her vitals. I wanna make sure her blood pressure is stable.
Mel: Listen, Jack is here right now, so I'd rather just wait until he leaves.
Vernon: Tell him to leave. I mean, I have a patient coming by the clinic in an hour.
Mel: Would you do it? We're not talking right now.
Vernon: Why not?
Mel: You know what? I don't want to get into it.
Vernon: Fine. Fine by me. Okay.
Mel: Thank you. Those are for Charmaine.
Vernon: Okay… Can I give you a piece of advice?
Mel: Sure.
Vernon: In my experience, when you let something simmer too long, eventually it'll boil over and extinguish your pilot light.
Mel: That's quite poetic.
Vernon: Well, I have been known to dabble with the written word.
Mel: Really? I didn't know that.
Vernon: Oh, yeah, I entered college as an English major.
Mel: Wow. What made you change to medicine?
Vernon: My dad. He was a small-town doctor. I saw the good he did, and I wanted to do the same.
Mel: Well, that is incredibly generous of you… To give up something to help others.
Vernon: Well, don't get all gooey now. I do have a reputation to uphold.
Mel: Oh, right. Right. Thank you.
Vernon: Yeah.
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Paige’s house
Preacher: Paige? I got here as soon as I could. What happened to your face? Paige?
Paige: Uh, that... That's my ex, Wes… It was an accident. I swear. He was trying to get into Christopher's room, and I was just trying to stop him. And you believe me, don't you?
Preacher: Yeah. Yeah, of course. Of course.
Paige: Okay, because I'm gonna call the sheriff, and I will turn myself in.
Preacher: Paige, don't... Don't worry, all right? The sheriff will understand that you didn't mean to kill him.
Paige: No, no, no, no. Remember, Wes is a cop. He has buddies in the Tampa DA's office. If they catch wind of this, they're gonna arrest me for sure.
Preacher: Why would you think that?
Paige: Because they always believed him over me. Just a few weeks before Christopher and I left, he had a restraining order against me. That's why I need you to take Christopher.
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Vernon’s practice: waiting room
Vernon: Take two of them tonight and then one every four hours tomorrow.
Beverly: Thank you, Doc.
Vernon: Yeah.
Beverly: Afternoon, Hope.
Hope: Beverly… Someone could walk in.
Vernon: With Charmaine at your house, there's running out of places for us to be together.
Hope: Feel free to blame Ms. Monroe for that.
Vernon: She's just trying to do right by her patient.
Hope: I suppose I can last a few more days.
Vernon: It's gotta be another week.
Hope: Mel is sneakier than a snake in the Garden of Eden.
Vernon: I'd go with smarter than a fox.
Hope: Ugh.
Vernon: What? Is something the matter?
Hope: I spoke with Jack earlier.
Vernon: And?
Hope: I don't think things between us will ever be the same.
Vernon: Oh, no... I don't think that's true.
Hope: He sounded like his mind was made up.
Vernon: Time heals all wounds. I mean, look at you and me. Would you have imagined us ever getting back together?
Hope: No. In fact, I specifically remember swearing to never let you darken my doorstep again.
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Vernon’s practice: office
Hope: So why are you all dressed up?
Vernon: Oh, I'm not.
Hope: Your belt matches your shoes.
Vernon: Oh, I didn't notice.
Hope: You going somewhere?
Vernon: I am having dinner with Muriel.
Hope: She asked you? Already? You better not be taking her for lobster.
Vernon: I believe she is cooking a pork roast.
Hope: At her house?
Vernon: I'm pretty sure that's where her kitchen is.
Hope: The nerve of that woman. Next thing you know, she'll be inviting you to move in with her.
Vernon: It's just dinner.
Hope: That's exactly what she wants you to think.
Vernon: Look, this was all your idea. I'm willing to cancel the whole thing.
Hope: No. The best way to make sure the town isn't looking at us is to have them looking at you two. Stay the course.
Vernon: Mm-hmm. Whatever you say, dear.
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Paige’s house
Preacher: All right, look, I can watch Christopher while this whole thing gets sorted out, but...
Paige: You're not listening to me. I'm going to jail.
Preacher: But he attacked you. I mean, not the other way around.
Paige: You don't understand. Wes made sure that everyone thought that I was the aggressor, that I was the crazy one.
Preacher: Then I'll talk to the sheriff. I'll tell him what you've been through.
Paige: It won't matter… He's a cop. There's a warrant out for my arrest. I've been living under an assumed name. No one is going to believe me.
Preacher: You know what? This isn't right.
Paige: Yeah, but it's reality… Listen, I don't have any family that can take Christopher, and I don't want him to end up in foster care where he's gonna be all alone. Or, God forbid, with Wes's deranged family which would be even worse. So I just, I need you to do this for me. I know it's a lot to ask, but I need you to take Christopher. Please. You are the only person that I trust.
Preacher: If you turn yourself in, he'll become a ward of the state. I'll have no control over what happens to him.
Paige: I don't know what I was thinking.
Preacher: You were thinking about protecting your son… You may not know this about me, but I believe there is nothing more righteous than defending those who can't defend themselves. It's why I became a Marine, and it is a code that I live by every day as a civilian. Now I want you to go upstairs, you pack your things, you pick up Christopher from Lilly's. You leave Virgin River.
Paige: What about Wes's body? They're gonna know I had something to do with it.
Preacher: No, I'll take care of that.
Paige: No, you'd be implicating yourself.
Preacher: Your son needs you.
Paige: No, I can't let you...
Preacher: Now, listen... Now you pack what will only fit in your trunk. We don't need Lilly seeing your car full of suitcases. It'll only raise suspicion.
Paige: You'd be guilty of covering up a crime.
Preacher: There are situations that warrant operating outside the law… This is one of them.
Paige: Okay… Okay. I'll call you as soon as we get across state lines.
Preacher: No. No. You need to disappear completely. All right, give me your phone.
Paige: I'm sorry for dragging you into this.
Preacher: You and Christopher, you didn't do anything wrong. Wes was a dangerous man, and you will never, ever have to fear him again.
Paige: Thank you.
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Jack: This is Jack. Leave a message.
Preacher: Hey, it's me. Yeah, listen, everything with Paige worked out. She just has to leave town for a family emergency and needed help shutting off the main water valve. So I'm just gonna stop by my house, and, um, I'll be back to go through the receipts. Okay. Bye.
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Muriel’s house: entrance
Muriel: Right on time.
Vernon: I, uh, brought you this.
Muriel: Box of cellophane. Thank you.
Vernon: No...
Muriel: I love it.
Vernon: You're welcome.
Muriel: Where are my manners? Please come in.
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Muriel’s house: living room
Muriel: Here we go.
Vernon: Oh.
Muriel: So, what should we toast to?
Vernon: Uh... Friendship.
Muriel: To good friends getting to know each other even better… Shall we sit?
Vernon: Sure.
Muriel: Do you play?
Vernon: Oh... Yeah, but a long, long time ago… Helped me through medical school.
Muriel: Really?
Vernon: Yeah, the study group and I must have played thousands of games.
Muriel: Why backgammon?
Vernon: Well, it kept our minds engaged in something tactical without being overly complicated, and sometimes we played for money.
Muriel: Mmm.
Vernon: I did win a little money.
Muriel: I bet you did… Would you like to play?
Vernon: Sure.
Muriel: Hmm. Okay. You set up the board, and I'll go and fetch the bottle of wine and the baked brie.
Vernon: And what color do you want to be, brown or white?
Muriel: Take your pick. Whichever you prefer.
Vernon: Huh.
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Jack’s bar
Jack: Hey.
Mel: This has to stop.
Jack: What?
Mel: You being pissed at me.
Jack: Hmm?
Mel: Come on. Today at Hope's, you wouldn't even look at me.
Jack: Oh, boy. All right. Listen, if you're here to yell at me, the least you can do is buy me a drink.
Mel: No, I'm just here to clear the air so we can move on with our lives.
Jack: Oh, you want to move on with your life?
Mel: Yeah, that's what I just said.
Jack: Okay. And how are you gonna do that?
Mel: By getting everything out in the open so we could just go back to the way things were.
Jack: Oh, no, no, you can't go back. Doesn't work that way.
Mel: I am sorry that I left without telling you.
Jack: You sorry you came back without telling me?
Mel: Yes, I am. I'm sorry… Do you accept my apology?
Jack: Yes.
Mel: So are we back to being friends?
Jack: No.
Mel: Jack, what do you want from me?
Jack: I want you to be honest.
Mel: I am.
Jack: No, not with me, with yourself. You say you wanna move forward with your life, yet you're not willing to open yourself up to anyone. What am I supposed to make of that?
Mel: Oh, I'm sorry. What makes you an expert on me or relationships, Jack? You've never been married. Okay, you've never buried a spouse. You have no idea what that feels like.
Jack: I have buried people I love, okay? People who haunt me to this day, so don't tell me I don't understand hurt. And we both have that in our pasts. That doesn't mean we can't have a future. You have a chance… You have a chance to move on right now with me.
Mel: Do you think I like feeling like this? I'm never gonna see my husband again. Jack, I'm never gonna hold my daughter… Letting myself love you means that I risk losing one more person I can't live without, and I can't...
Jack: Mel, I'm not going anywhere. Okay?
Mel: You can't promise that.
Jack: I know. Come on. At some point, you have to just take a leap of faith.
Mel: I had nothing but faith when I met my husband. I... I thought we were gonna, you know, live the rest of our lives together, have this beautiful family. I'm sorry, but I can't get hurt again. Okay? I'm not that strong.
Jack: Are you too scared to even take a chance?
Mel: Yeah… Jack, you belong with someone else.
Jack: Don't. I don't want someone else. I want you.
Mel: I can't do this. I'm sorry.
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Mel’s car
Mel: Come on… Come on!
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Woods
Jack: Come on… I know… I know.
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Street
Jack: You okay?
Mel: Yeah. Ow. Okay.
Jack: Tomorrow, I'll call Bert and have him tow your car. It's probably just the alternator.
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Cabin: porch
Jack: So I got your car key, but you'll probably need these.
