Woods
Jack: Hey, Preach, listen, I got some business to take care of. So I need you to call the staff. Just let 'em know that the kitchen will be open today. Okay? I'll probably be in around lunch. All right. Thanks, man. Bye.
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Road
Jack: Hey.
Adrian: Help.
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Cabin / Road
Mel: Jack?
Jack: How fast can you get to Doc's?
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Vernon’s practice: exam room
Jack: Mel?
Mel: Jack?
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Vernon’s practice: kitchen
Mel: Hey.
Jack: Hey, this is Adrian. His right arm's pretty busted.
Mel: Hey, Adrian. My name is Mel. I'm gonna take care of you. Okay?
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Vernon’s practice: office
Mel: How long was he out there for?
Jack: He said a couple of days. He slept most of the way here.
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Vernon’s practice: exam room
Mel: Where was he?
Jack: He said he got turned around somewhere near Pine Ridge. I called his family. They're on their way.
Mel: Okay. All right… It's okay… Well, I can't be sure without an X-ray, but I think his right arm is broken. And he's severely dehydrated. Adrian. I'm gonna go get some supplies to start an IV. Okay?
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Vernon’s practice: office
Mel: So what were you doing near Pine Ridge so early in the morning?
Jack: Driving around.
Mel: You were just... 4:00 a.m. driving around in the dark?
Jack: Yeah.
Mel: Really, Jack?
Jack: I was on my way to see Spencer.
Mel: What?
Jack: Yesterday he said he would testify against Calvin. Now I can't get a hold of him.
Mel: You need to call the sheriff.
Jack: Calvin poisoned my customers.
Mel: Which is why you need to call the sheriff. When are you gonna stop, Jack?
Jack: Stop what?
Mel: Going to war.
Jack: I'll stop when it's over.
Mel: I care about you, and I'm worried that you're putting yourself in danger. Can we talk later at lunch, please?
Jack: Okay. I'll meet you at the bar at noon.
Mel: Okay.
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Connie’s Genaral Store: porch
Vernon: It sounds like you got it handled. Uh, Mel, let me... I'll call you from the car. Okay.
Hope: Hey, I thought we could have breakfast together.
Vernon: Well, I'm sorry. I'm running short on time this morning.
Hope: Vernon. Charmaine is considering moving to Oregon, and Jack is buying a house for the twins because he has absolutely no idea.
Vernon: We have gone over this, and Jack made it clear. You have got to stay out of his business.
Hope: How can I stand by and watch Charmaine blow his life up knowing I could have done something about it? Jack is rearranging everything so he can be a hands-on father. Imagine how he's gonna feel when Charmaine pulls the rug out from under him.
Vernon: Yeah, that is quite a pickle, isn't it? Ooh.
Hope: And the worst part is none of this is my fault. I was an innocent bystander minding my own business, and then Charmaine drops a stink bomb in my lap.
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Parking
Vernon: It doesn't matter who's at fault here.
Hope: She is.
Vernon: The issue is that this is information that Jack needs to know, but if it comes from you, he may shoot the messenger.
Hope: Exactly.
Vernon: So what you need to do is find another messenger.
Hope: How is that helpful?
Vernon: Well, you'll figure it out. Now I need to leave to catch my flight.
Hope: Where you going?
Vernon: I, uh, I have a medical conference in Seattle.
Hope: What? You hate those things.
Vernon: Oh, I never said that.
Hope: You say it all the time. And why am I just hearing about this now?
Vernon: I wasn't aware I had to run my schedule past you.
Hope: What's the conference about?
Vernon: I'll be back tomorrow.
Hope: Where are you staying?
Vernon: As I said, Seattle!
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Paige’s truck
Connie: Hey, I'm short on pies. So you're just gonna have to make do.
Preacher: Yeah, don't worry about it.
Connie: Oh, I'm gonna worry about it. Lizzie was supposed to fill the order. I know you're not supposed to talk badly about kin, but the girl is more idle than a Sunday afternoon.
Preacher: Sounds like she's a normal teenager.
Connie: Technically she's an adult, but that's kind of you to say.
Preacher: All right. Thanks.
Connie: Don't... Don't forget to come by the house after your shift so we can work out your alibi.
Preacher: It's too late.
Connie: No, it isn't.
Preacher: Yeah, it is. Sheriff called me.
Connie: What did he say?
Preacher: Well, I, uh, I don't know yet. I went to see him, but he was out.
Connie: Good.
Preacher: He was out because someone discovered Wes's car.
Connie: But if you haven't spoken to him, we still have time.
Preacher: Look, Connie, I appreciate your concern, but, um, from here on out, I am gonna deal with this on my own.
Connie: Absolutely not. I refuse to let you go through this by yourself. You need me.
Preacher: No. No, Lizzie needs you, and I don't want anyone but me impacted by the choice that I made.
Connie: You're being pigheaded.
Preacher: No, I'm making a calculated decision.
Connie: How do you figure?
Preacher: What do you think happens to Lizzie if something happens to you?
Connie: Well, she'd go back to her parents.
Preacher: And you think that's the best thing for her?
Connie: I suppose not.
Preacher: You know, when I was growing up, my mom, she wasn't around much. So my dad made it his business to make sure that he was there for every family dinner, every ball game, everything that mattered to me. What that taught me was having that one person invest their time and effort into you, it's all you needed to believe in yourself. For Lizzie... That one person's you… Thanks for the pies.
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Gaze Station
Jack: Carlos, my phone's about to run out of juice. What's up?
Carlos: All right, um, so I've got not great news about the house.
Jack: Well, what is it?
Carlos: The seller wants a 15-day escrow.
Jack: Well, how... How am I supposed to make that happen?
Carlos: Well, if we expedite your inspection and put a rush on the loan documents, we can make it happen. So what do you wanna do?
Jack: Well, I guess I'm buying a house.
Carlos: Yay.
Jack: Oh, and can you e-mail me the paperwork? I'm not at the bar, so I can get it back to you tonight.
Carlos: It's already on its way. You made the right decision, Jack.
Jack: Thanks. Oh, and don't forget to send me the information for that renter you mentioned. I'm gonna need that to cover the mortgage.
Carlos: Uh, yeah. Sorry. I followed up, and the guy already found a place.
Jack: Great. All right. Well, then can we... Carlos? Carl...
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Jack’s bar
Bert: Ricky! You got an ETA on my burger? I got a guy in Redding who needs a tow.
Ricky: Let me check.
Preacher: Ricky, give me a hand unloading the truck.
Ricky: Hey, Preach. I need to go home just for like an hour.
Preacher: How come?
Ricky: A bear knocked over the trash can. My grandma needs help picking it up before the raccoons get into it...
Preacher: A bear, huh?
Ricky: Yeah.
Preacher: Well, how'd she know it was a bear?
Ricky: I think she saw him... Or her. Yeah, it's hard to tell what's a girl bear and what's a boy bear, you know, with all the fur. But anyways, uh, I'm pretty sure she saw a bear, so...
Preacher: You're a terrible liar.
Ricky: It's Lizzie, okay? She's freaked out about something. I'll be fast, okay? I promise.
Preacher: Go.
Ricky: Thank you. Thank you.
Bert: Did Ricky just leave?
Preacher: Yeah.
Bert: Did he take my burger with him? It was ordered a half hour ago, and I still haven't seen it.
Preacher: Aw. Sorry, Bert, I will take care of it, and throw a dessert in on the house.
Bert: Well, thanks.
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Preacher: Hey, Mel, got catfish on the menu.
Mel: Ooh. That sounds delicious.
Preacher: Mm-hmm.
Mel: Can you tell Jack that I'm here? I'm a little bit late.
Preacher: He's not here. He said he needed to take care of something.
Mel: Oh, um, for the bar?
Preacher: Didn't say. Why, what's up?
Mel: Oh, it's just we were supposed to meet for lunch.
Preacher: Oh, you try him on his cell?
Mel: No, I will do that.
Preacher: And when he shows up?
Mel: Just have him give me a call.
Preacher: Yeah, you got it.
Mel: Thanks.
Bert: Burger!
Preacher: Coming up, Bert!
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Jack’s bar: patio
Mel: Hey, Jack, it's me. Uh... I'm at the bar for lunch like we planned. Uh, give me a call back.
Hope: If you're trying to call Doc, he's in transit.
Mel: Um, no. No, it's Jack, actually. He's not answering his phone, and Preacher doesn't know where he is.
Hope: Sounds like a Charmaine issue to me.
Mel: I don't think so.
Hope: Why not? They have a lot of stuff to figure out before the twins get here.
Mel: Yeah, that's true.
Hope: I mean, like where they're gonna live.
Mel: Yeah, I just... I don't think that's any of my business.
Hope: I'm telling you their situation is a land mine waiting to explode.
Mel: Well, that's a little dramatic.
Hope: Good grief. You're just terrible at picking up subtext. So this is the deal. Charmaine is considering moving to Oregon, but she isn't going to tell Jack until after she's made her decision. He needs to know this ASAP, but I'm not gonna be the one to tell him. So you're gonna have to do it.
Mel: Whoa! You're gonna need to back up.
Hope: No, I am not supposed to be involved in Jack's personal affairs, so I'm officially passing the baton to you.
Mel: You telling me is you being involved.
Hope: Not the way I see it.
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Jack’s bar
Hope: Morning, ladies.
Lilly: Morning!
Connie: Morning. Here. Muriel said she finished these pieces before her trip, but obviously, that didn't happen.
Hope: Where is she?
Lilly: Seattle.
Jo Ellen: For the wine cruise. She was so excited, she bought a whole new wardrobe.
Hope: How many skintight outfits does a person need?
Jo Ellen: She said one of the dresses was backless. Can you imagine?
Hope: Thankfully, no.
Connie: Where's Doc off to?
Hope: Sorry?
Connie: At the bakery truck this morning early, he said he had a flight to catch.
Hope: A medical conference.
Connie: Oh, really?
Lilly: Oh, where?
Hope: He's in Seattle.
Jo Ellen: Oh, well, that's a coincidence, Doc and Muriel visiting the same city.
Hope: Isn't she on a boat?
Jo Ellen: Well, actually she said that she was gonna be spending two days in the city before the... It's the truth.
Connie: Doesn't mean we need a play-by-play.
Jo Ellen: This is pretty, huh?
Hope: Mm-hmm.
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Charmaine’s house: front door
Mel: Hi.
Charmaine: I didn't ask for a house call.
Mel: No. No, I know. I know. I'm just... I'm wondering... If Jack is here.
Charmaine: That's funny. I thought I was the only one who chased after him.
Mel: That's not what this is.
Charmaine: Okay. Well, you keep telling yourself that. No, he's not here.
Mel: Wait, I... I think something's wrong… Thank you.
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Charmaine’s house: living room
Charmaine: So, what is it?
Mel: Well, I can't reach him, and nobody knows where he is.
Charmaine: Jack going off-grid isn't exactly a new thing. It's part of the package.
Mel: No, I think this is something else. Did he tell you about the food poisoning at the bar?
Charmaine: No. What happened?
Mel: Calvin had one of his guys tamper with the salad, and a bunch of people got sick. And Jack said he's going after him. I'm scared he's gonna get hurt.
Charmaine: Well, did you call Preacher or the sheriff?
Mel: No, I don't want to involve anyone in case I'm wrong.
Charmaine: Oh, what are you gonna do?
Mel: Well, I want to drive up to the pot farm, but I can't remember how to get there.
Charmaine: You... Okay, it's not exactly safe up there, especially for somebody like you.
Mel: I'm sorry. What does that mean?
Charmaine: You live in a bubble. You're not used to dealing with people that have an edge.
Mel: I spent three years working at an ER in downtown Los Angeles.
Charmaine: Whatever. Okay, there's a bar in Garberville. I know somebody there that might be able to give you directions.
Mel: Okay, great. Could you just, uh, give me the bar's number?
Charmaine: You can't just call somebody and ask for the address to a pot farm.
Mel: Well, I'm sorry. Asking directions to a pot farm is still a little bit new to me.
Charmaine: Yeah, which is exactly why you shouldn't be going out there in the first place.
Mel: Okay. Can I just get the bar's address?
Charmaine: I'm going with you.
Mel: No, you're not. You're pregnant.
Charmaine: Exactly. With Jack's babies. Okay? If... If he's in danger, this is my business too.
Mel: Right. Well, I'm not taking you to Calvin's.
Charmaine: Just take me to the bar. You're not gonna get anywhere with Bea by yourself anyways.
Mel: Who's Bea?
Charmaine: She's the owner. I used to work there when I was in high school.
Mel: You worked at a bar when you were in high school?
Charmaine: Yeah. I did. See what I mean about the bubble? Let's go find Jack.
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Emerald Lumber
Brady: You should take your truck.
Jimmy: No, I told you already. Sean's got it.
Brady: Spencer's crap's not gonna fit in mine.
Jimmy: So we take whatever doesn't fit, and we burn it.
Brady: That's a great idea... Let's start a bonfire a mile away from a pot field.
Jimmy: Jeez.
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Spencer’s trailer
Jack: Spencer.
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Woods
Brady: Oh, man, I gotta take a leak.
Jimmy: Yeah.
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Spencer’s trailer
Jack: Where the hell is Spencer?
Brady: Jack... What'd you do that for?
Jimmy: Easiest way to get him in the truck.
Brady: You could have told him to leave.
Jimmy: Don't you think Calvin's gonna wanna talk to him?
Brady: Christ! Come on. Help me get him in the truck.
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Vernon’s practice: porch
Lilly: Meant to tell you, Chloe actually stood up. And, um, she held on to... Is Mel out? Yeah.
Hope: Mm-hmm.
Lilly: Anyway, she stood...
Hope: Come on.
Lilly: Okay.
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Vernon’s practice: office
Lilly: Um... Wait. Hope! Hope.
Hope: What?
Lilly: I'm not comfortable being here. You're snooping.
Hope: The end justifies the means.
Lilly: You don't believe that Doc and Muriel are having some sort of fling, do you?
Hope: Of course not. Vernon wouldn't do that.
Lilly: Well, then what are we doing here?
Hope: I can't be with someone who's keeping secrets. The thought of it drives me insane, and Vernon is definitely doing something he doesn't want me to know about.
Lilly: Okay, that's why you're acting so crazy.
Hope: You know me so well.
Lilly: What am I doing here?
Hope: You're my witness. You're... His voice mail.
Lilly: What? Okay. What are you gonna do? What are you...
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Vernon’s practice: kitchen
Hope: Listen... Call his voice mail.
Lilly: That is a total invasion of privacy, and I'm pretty sure it's illegal.
Hope: Are you kidding? Women have been calling their husbands' voice mail since the day voice mail was invented.
Lilly: I never listened to Buck's private messages.
Hope: I'm sorry, we can't all be saints… You're right. There's nothing to report.
Lilly: See? Told you there was nothing to worry about. Now, let's get out of here, okay? This feels wrong.
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Restaurant
Waiter: I'd be happy to have our sommelier help you with your selection, sir.
Vernon: Well, actually, I was just looking. My lunch date is bringing a bottle.
Waiter: Very good, sir.
Muriel: I am so sorry I'm late. Don't let the screw cap fool you. It's very expensive… Thank you.
Vernon: Well, for a moment, I was afraid you weren't going to come.
Muriel: Oh, no, not at all. I couldn't decide what to wear. I haven't done anything like this before, you know. Just glad it all worked out.
Vernon: Me too.
Muriel: Shall we toast?
Vernon: To, uh, what?
Muriel: How about new beginnings and the bright and happy future?
Vernon: I like the sound of that.
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Connie’s house: kitchen
Lizzie: Hey.
Ricky: Hi.
Lizzie: Sorry for dragging you over here.
Ricky: No, it's okay.
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Connie’s house: living room
Ricky: I'd rather be here than at work. So, the noise? Okay.
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Connie’s house: Lizzie’s bedroom
Lizzie: I thought I heard someone outside my window.
Ricky: Well, it's probably just a squirrel… Or the wind.
Lizzie: If you wanna stay, I'll make you my famous grilled cheese.
Ricky: Nah, I gotta get back to the bar in an hour.
Lizzie: So? He'll survive without you.
Ricky: No, Preacher was cool about me leaving. I'm not just gonna leave him hanging.
Lizzie: Come on. Stay... just for a little longer.
Ricky: Why do you want me to stay so bad?
Lizzie: I just thought we could hang out.
Ricky: Tell me the real reason, and I'll call Preacher, and I'll bail on my shift.
Lizzie: Fine. I don't like being home alone. Growing up, my parents traveled all the time for work. So we had a live-in nanny. I'm not used to being by myself.
Ricky: It's a bummer that your parents were never around.
Lizzie: Even when home, they were in their own world. So it's not like it mattered. Anyway, will you stay?
Ricky: Yeah, as long as you want me to.
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Mel’s car
Charmaine: I gotta say none of this surprises me. Jack off on some vendetta against Calvin, not once stopping to think about if something happened to him what that might mean for me and the babies.
Mel: Well, I think that Jack feels like shutting down Calvin is his way of protecting all of you.
Charmaine: No, you were hurt, and now Jack wants blood. Has nothing to do with me.
Mel: That's not true. This is about Calvin poisoning his customers.
Charmaine: I think it's a little bit more personal than that. Besides, this is why I'm weighing all of my options.
Mel: Your options?
Charmaine: I need to be in a situation that provides my family with the most security.
Mel: Well, that's what Jack wants too.
Charmaine: My aunt and uncle invited me and the twins to go live with them in Portland.
Mel: How does Jack feel about that?
Charmaine: He doesn't know.
Mel: Charmaine, if you take the babies away, it's gonna break Jack's heart.
Charmaine: Well, he breaks my heart every day.
Mel: That's not the same thing, and you know it. And not giving him a say on where his children live is just cruel.
Charmaine: Hey, you know what? I'm the one that's vulnerable here, not Jack. No, if I stay in Clear River and he decides to leave, or he decides to stop supporting me, I'm the one that's screwed.
Mel: Well, Jack would never do that to you or his kids.
Charmaine: Well, I'm not rich like you are, so I can't afford to have that kind of faith.
Mel: I'm not rich.
Charmaine: Right. You drive a BMW and you married a doctor.
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Jack’s car
Preacher: Hey, Sheriff.
Sheriff Duncan: Hey, Preach.
Preacher: Got fresh apple pie.
Sheriff Duncan: My kryptonite.
Preacher: So, did Howard tell you I stopped by?
Sheriff Duncan: Yeah. Sorry I didn't get back to you earlier. I had a question about that license plate you called in a month ago.
Preacher: Yeah, what about it?
Sheriff Duncan: Well, looks like it was involved in a hit-and-run over in Shelter Cove. You mind coming in, giving us a description of the driver?
Preacher: Yeah. Yeah, no problem.
Sheriff Duncan: All right.
Preacher: So, Howard said you guys found an abandoned vehicle?
Sheriff Duncan: Yep, registered to a fella named Wes Logan, some big-shot Florida detective. It was originally reported as a missing persons, but now there's a warrant out for his arrest.
Preacher: Wow.
Sheriff Duncan: Yeah. Bribery, extortion, assault. His partner flipped on him.
Preacher: Huh. So, what happens now?
Sheriff Duncan: Well, we don't have the resources to mount any sort of manhunt, so unless he draws attention to himself, there's not a whole lot we can do.
Preacher: Huh. Well, this slice is on the house.
Sheriff Duncan: Thanks.
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Jamie: Glad to see you're back in business.
Preacher: Well, it is good to be back.
Jamie: So, what was the story behind the whole food poisoning?
Preacher: Turns out you were right. It was deliberate. One of our servers was involved. Anyways, I don't have all the details. Jack says he's handling it.
Jamie: Oh, wow. If it were me, it'd make me go crazy not to have control over my kitchen.
Preacher: Yeah, well, it's Jack's bar.
Jamie: In my world, the chef has the power.
Preacher: Well, you know, we're like partners.
Jamie: Like and being are two different things… Anyway, my former mentor is opening a new restaurant in San Francisco, and based on my recommendation, he's offered to hire you.
Preacher: You're serious? Well, who's the chef?
Jamie: Paul Papile.
Preacher: Papile? Oh, wow! Huh.
Jamie: You'd have to start by working the line, but I know you'll move up quickly. Trust me. This is the opportunity of a lifetime.
Preacher: Okay, so what's the catch?
Jamie: If you want it, you need to commit within 24 hours.
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Parking
Charmaine: This is it.
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Bar
Bea: Honey, following your man into whatever trouble he's gotten himself into with Calvin is a terrible idea.
Charmaine: He's not my man.
Mel: We're just really worried about him.
Bea: Calvin's guys are armed and dangerous. You know that, don't you?
Charmaine: I heard your brother's working for him.
Bea: Yeah, well, Davy was a good kid till he got involved with that monster, so...
Charmaine: Help us. Maybe that'll help your brother. Maybe someone else's brother too.
Mel: We just need directions to where the camp is.
Bea: Jesus… You know, if Calvin finds out that you got this from me, they will kill my brother.
Charmaine: We're not gonna tell anyone. Right, Mel?
Mel: Absolutely.
Bea: There.
Charmaine: Thank you.
Mel: Thank you.
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Camp
Brady: All right. Come on.
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Calvin’s cabin
Jimmy: Look who we found digging around Spencer's trailer.
Jack: Where is he? Is he dead?
Calvin: I would never do such a thing… Isn't that right, Brady?
Jack: What'd you do?
Brady: What I had to.
Calvin: I guess I should offer you my condolences.
Jack: You have no idea what you've started.
Calvin: Now you listen to me, Jack… Today you walk… Next time you poke your nose in my business, show up on my land, talk to my crew, that day will be your last.
Jack: This ain't over.
Jimmy: Why'd you let him go?
Calvin: Problem is you don't think ahead, Jimmy.
Jimmy: Me? If I was in charge, I would've put a bullet right between his eyes.
Brady: Listen, Jack's got nothing, all right? Including a witness. Killing him would bring all kinds of heat.
Calvin: I ain't worried about Jack Sheridan… But we need to talk business... In private.
Jimmy: I'll be outside, boss.
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Connie’s house: Lizzie’s bedroom
Ricky: Do I really have to answer this?
Lizzie: Yes.
Ricky: Okay, then I guess jicama.
Lizzie: Are you serious? Jicama is your favorite vegetable?
Ricky: Yeah, it's crunchy, and it doesn't taste like anything. I hate mushy food.
Lizzie: Gross. Okay, next question. If you could only eat one food for the rest of your life, what would it be?
Ricky: How am I supposed to pick one? Is this, like, including drinks and snacks, like...
Lizzie: Oh, my God, you're not taking an SAT, just pick a food.
Ricky: Okay, I... I guess a hamburger.
Lizzie: Smart choice. That way, you get protein, carbs, and veggies.
Ricky: Thank you. I'm still not sure how me answering these questions is supposed to predict how many kids I'm gonna have.
Lizzie: I don't know, but I swear these things are intuitive. No matter what the quiz is about, I always get the same Disney princess.
Ricky: Oh, yeah. Who's that?
Lizzie: Mulan.
Ricky: Oh, I can really see that.
Lizzie: It says... You're gonna have four babies.
Ricky: No, this thing's broken.
Lizzie: And I'm gonna have three, so that's seven.
Ricky: Okay, you're seriously stressing me out.
Lizzie: I know. It's so cute!
Ricky: Oh, yeah, now it's time for payback.
Lizzie: There's a condom in the drawer.
Ricky: For real?
Lizzie: Yeah, and I'm on the pill.
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Mel’s car
Mel: Thanks for, um, helping me get the directions.
Charmaine: Yeah. Uh, let me know if you find him.
Mel: Um, Charmaine. Are you okay?
Charmaine: Yeah. I... I'm just starting to think that maybe it's better if me and Jack aren't together.
Mel: Really?
Charmaine: Mm-hmm. I used to think that if we dated long enough, then maybe, eventually, he'd fall in love with me, and... But maybe he wouldn't. And then I'd be married to a man that doesn't want me. So...
Mel: You deserve to be happy.
Charmaine: I know.
Mel: One more thing. Just, um... Could you just promise me that you'll talk to Jack about Oregon? You know, if the situation was reversed, you would wanna know.
Charmaine: Yeah. I'll talk to him. Just don't say anything until I do, okay?
Mel: Yeah, I promise.
Charmaine: Okay… Bye.
Mel: Bye… Preach, hey.
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Connie’s house: Lizzie’s bedroom
Ricky: That was awesome. You... Liked it, right?
Lizzie: Yeah. I just thought I'd feel different, and I feel the same, but I'm thirsty.
Ricky: Do you want me to get you something to drink?
Lizzie: Sure, and, um, get some Cheetos while you're down there.
Ricky: Okay. All right. I'll be right back. Uh, what... What about your aunt?
Lizzie: Oh, she won't be home for hours. There's a problem with the bakery truck.
Ricky: Okay.
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Connie’s house: kitchen / Lizzie’s bedroom
Ricky: Do you want orange juice or milk?
Lizzie: Juice.
Ricky: There's, uh, lemonade.
Lizzie: Ooh. Lemonade.
Ricky: Got it. Oh! Uh...
Connie: What on Earth do you think you're doing, mister?
Ricky: Duh... Um...
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Jack’s bar
Preacher: Good? You all right?
Vince: Hey, I appreciate it.
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Hope’s house: living room
Hope: What's going on?
Vernon: Well, hello, darling. Did you have a good nap?
Hope: Darling? How much Scotch have you had?
Vernon: None, but in just a few moments, we're gonna have a glass of the finest sparkling wine that Washington State has to offer.
Hope: Well, I have a bone to pick with you.
Vernon: No. No, but first, there's something... That I need to say to you. Now... You know, I heard somewhere that people don't truly process something until they've heard it six or seven times. So with that in mind, I am prepared to tell you over and over and over again that I've loved you from the first day that I met you, and I will be yours until the day I die. Hope McCrea. Will you be my wife... Again?
Hope: You need to hear this.
Muriel: Hi, it's Muriel. Listen. Meet me at the Tidewater Hotel, 2:00 p.m. I will bring the wine. Ciao.
Vernon: You listened to my voice mail? Hope. Hope, wait.
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Woods
Mel: What the hell, Jack!
Jack: Jesus! How about a little warning?
Mel: Are you kidding? Since you blew me off for lunch today and haven't been answering your phone, I have been driving around looking for you. The only reason I found you is because Preacher called me.
Jack: Sorry. I, um... I got caught up in some stuff, and I forgot we were supposed to meet up.
Mel: You forgot?
Jack: Spencer's dead.
Mel: How do you know that?
Jack: I was at the pot camp. Calvin had Brady... Get rid of him.
Mel: Jack... This is not your fault. Spencer agreed to testify against Calvin. You didn't force him to do anything.
Jack: He was scared, and I pushed him.
Mel: Look, I don't know if you can make somebody do something they don't wanna do, but I do know what it's like to feel responsible for someone's death.
Jack: This is not the same thing as losing a patient.
Mel: The night of the accident, Mark and I were fighting. He wanted to quit the fertility treatments we were doing, and I didn't. I was so angry, I wouldn't let it go. You know? I just thought if I keep pushing, then he'll change his mind… But maybe if I had stopped talking then he would have... Wouldn't have taken his eyes off the road. That guilt, it's all-encompassing. Jack, I get it… But like you told me, it's not an excuse to shut everybody else out.
Jack: I haven't shut you out. I'm the one that's been totally open with you about how I feel.
Mel: No, I'm not talking about that. I'm talking about today… When I couldn't find you, I thought something happened to you. It felt like I couldn't breathe.
Jack: That's how I felt about you when you left for L.A… And the worst part was when you were gone, I realized I don't want to live my life without you.
Mel: Jack.
Jack: Mel, it's okay. You don't owe me anything.
Mel: Wait.
Jack: Mel, you don't have to do this.
Mel: Yes, I do… Jack, I need... I need you to know how I... I love you… I love you… I love that you can make me laugh even when I don't want to. I love that you listen more than you talk. I love that you were just willing to be my friend. I love that you built me a home. I love waking up next to you. You know, I feel safe... Even when you're not there. I'm so sorry that I pushed you away. I just... I thought that by protecting my heart, I couldn't get hurt. But the thought of not having you in my life is so painful... I can...