Épisode Le souffle court S03E04 - Virgin River Saison 3

Cabin

Jack: Mel? Hey… Hey…

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Cabin: yard

Jack: Mel?

Mel: Yeah.

Jack: What are you doing out here?

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Cabin

Jack: It was that bad?

Mel: No! No, it wasn't. I'm just a really light sleeper. Thank you.

Jack: If I was snoring so loudly, why didn't you wake me up?

Mel: 'Cause you've been so stressed out, and you were just dead asleep.

Jack: So instead of waking me up, you sleep in your car?

Mel: I mean, I didn't do a lot of sleeping.

Jack: That's it. Tonight I'm gonna check into the B&B.

Mel: Don't be ridiculous. I'll get earplugs.

Jack: No. I don't want you to feel uncomfortable because of me.

Mel: Wait, am I making you feel that way?

Jack: You're not. You've been incredible. It's... Me. I just...

Mel: What?

Jack: Well, I've never lived with someone… You have.

Mel: Okay… So what can I do to convince you that I want you here?

Jack: I don't know. I just feel like I'm encroaching on your space, you know?

Mel: But you're not.

Jack: It feels like that… Come on. So it's normal for you to just sleep in your car?

Mel: No… What's normal is when you're living with someone, there's a give and take.

Jack: Fine. But next time I'm snoring, will you just wake me up?

Mel: Okay. But you should know, when it comes to you, I don't care about personal space.

Jack: Really?

Mel: Mm-hmm.

Jack: Like now?

Mel: Mm-hmm.

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Vernon’s house: kitchen

Hope: Oh, I miss you too, Vernon.

Vernon: Oh, I am just so glad that you are in one piece. How is your Aunt Nancy?

Hope: The hurricane didn't kill her, but I almost did.

Vernon: Wow! Why? What happened?

Hope: First of all, she refused to evacuate. Luckily, her neighbour Pete came over and offered to let us stay in his safe room. I wasn't sure the three of us were gonna make it back to his house.

Vernon: Why not?

Hope: Because while we were pushing my aunt's wheelchair through 100-mile-per-hour winds, she had a fit about leaving her bird feeder behind. She kept demanding that we take her home, and at one point, accused us of kidnapping her.

Vernon: Oh, well, it sounds like we owe Pete a big old bucket of gratitude.

Hope: Yeah. But I think I need to stay for a bit. Nancy's got a yard full of branches, and... She's refusing to hire help.

Vernon: Do you want me to come down there and give you a hand?

Hope: No, no. The airports are a mess. I'd worry about you, and my heart's had about all the stress it can take.

Vernon: Okay, listen, as long as you are not putting yourself in harm's way, you can stay as long as you want.

Hope: There is one thing I need you to do for me in the meantime.

Vernon: Yeah, you name it.

Hope: Send out the Virgin River Quarterly.

Vernon: Got it. And how many are there?

Hope: 3,982.

Vernon: You're kidding me?

Hope: And I need them mailed out ASAP.

Vernon: Wh... What is the rush?

Hope: This edition has a last-minute reminder about the upcoming Lumberjack Games.

Vernon: Well, couldn't I just put up some flyers?

Hope: Vernon, all the money we raise goes to the food bank. We need the whole town to show up.

Vernon: I wanna be clear. I am not equipped to take over running the Lumberjack Games in your absence.

Hope: Don't worry. Carol Fleming's in charge this year. I'm just a figurehead.

Vernon: Good.

Hope: Although... Give a welcome...

Vernon: Hey, Hope?

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Jack’s bar / Street

Jack: Where's Jimmy?

Mike: They brought him in this morning. He's in a holding cell.

Jack: Have you questioned him?

Mike: Not yet. But I have the interview room booked for this afternoon.

Jack: Well, I wanna see him. Face-to-face.

Mike: You know I can't let you do that, Jack. He hasn't asked for a lawyer yet, but he might, and I don't want him walking free 'cause I broke protocol.

Jack: All right, Mike, let me talk to him, and I'll know if he's our guy.

Mike: Jack, I got this.

Jack: You know I'm right.

Mike: Yeah, I do, but my hands are tied. Look, I'll call you after the interview, okay?

Jack: Sure. Thanks.

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Jack’s bar

Jack: Hey, Preach. Uh, listen. I've got an errand I gotta run this afternoon. I need you to cover, okay? Call me back.

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Vernon’s house: porch / Joey’s house

Mel: Hey.

Joey: Hi, I haven't been able to reach you. I even left a message on the clinic's answering machine.

Mel: Oh, honey, I'm sorry. The reception out here is less than stellar… Hey, Joey, are you okay? Joe, talk to me.

Joey: The hearing to finalize my divorce is set.

Mel: Oh, honey. I thought you wanted this?

Joey: I want the divorce. I do. I just... I don't wanna be divorced. And you know what the worst part is? I am gonna be alone for the rest of my life, and he's already got a girlfriend.

Mel: Well, I thought that was just a, you know, midlife crisis?

Joey: Yeah, well, he took this one to Maui.

Mel: How do you know that?

Joey: Because there's a million pictures on Instagram, courtesy of Ariel, who was born in 1995 and lists "glassblower" as her occupation.

Mel: For real?

Joey: That is not something I could make up.

Mel: Ugh. Okay, the first thing I need you to do is stop looking at Instagram.

Joey: He wants her to meet the kids. I mean, my kids.

Mel: Wow.

Joey: I just don't think I can face him alone.

Mel: You don't have to. I... I'm gonna come to the hearing, okay? And afterwards, we'll go and drink lots and lots of sake at Roku… I will be by your side the entire time.

Joey: Okay. Thank you. God, I feel like such a wimp.

Mel: No. This is a big change. But it's what's best for you and the kids.

Joey: Oh, listen, Bill's here. He's here to pick up the kids. I gotta go.

Mel: Sure. Yeah. Just hang in there, okay? I love you.

Joey: I love you too.

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Vernon’s house: kitchen

Julia: Hi, Dr. Mullins. This is Julia. I know you said not to call this number, but I left a message on your cell, and I still haven't heard back. Unfortunately, your two o'clock interview had to cancel but is still very interested in the position. Please call me to reschedule and so that I know you got my message. Thanks.

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Jack’s bar

Muriel: Cord wrapping.

Lilly: Yes.

Jo Ellen: Good Lord.

Lydie: It looks good.

Connie: Well, bakery truck is being serviced, so Lizzy's joining us today.

Lydie: How lovely. Nice to see you, dear.

Muriel: Do you knit?

Lizzy: No. And I don't wanna learn.

Connie: If you can assure me the rumour that you and Ricky went to a motel is false, you are free to leave.

Lizzy: I told you, I was at a friend's house.

Lydie: Now, Connie, if Lizzie says she was with a friend, then I believe her.

Connie: Oh, I wish I could be so naive.

Lydie: Ugh.

Lizzy: I'm going to the bathroom... Alone.

Connie: What? I'm the only person keeping her on the straight and narrow.

Lilly: Connie, honey, do you know what happens when you hold on to a horse too tight? It bucks.

Jo Ellen: Doc! Hey.

Vernon: Oh! Well, hello, ladies. Hey, Lilly, thanks again for driving your phone over last night.

Lilly: I was just so glad she was able to get hold of one of us.

Muriel: Mm.

Lilly: She'd been trying all day.

Jo Ellen: Sounds like the storm made a mess of things.

Vernon: Indeed. In fact, she's gonna spend another week or two there to help her aunt clean up.

Lilly: Oh.

Vernon: Now I have to get the newsletter out all by myself.

Muriel: No. We can help you with that. Won't we, girls?

Jo Ellen: Yeah. Sure.

Lilly: Sure.

Muriel: We will take shifts at your house, and that way, you don't have to cart everything around.

Vernon: Well, now, you're sure I'm not asking too much of you?

Connie: Oh, she's sure.

Muriel: Don't mind her. That's what friends are for.

Vernon: Thank you. Thank you, ladies.

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Jack’s bar: kitchen

Lizzy: Hey! You haven't returned my texts.

Ricky: What are you doing back here?

Lizzy: Connie dragged me to the sewing circle 'cause the bakery truck's being serviced.

Ricky: Cool. So, is your friend Parker still in town?

Lizzy: Oh, I get it now. That's what's bugging you.

Ricky: No. It's weird that he dropped by without telling you.

Lizzy: That's just Parker. He's spontaneous.

Ricky: Mm-hmm. You guys are pretty tight?

Lizzy: We went out for a while.

Ricky: Yeah, what's a while?

Lizzy: I don't know. Like, three years?

Ricky: Seriously?

Lizzy: Chill. We are just friends now.

Ricky: Does Parker know that?

Lizzy: Anyway, do you wanna come over later? Connie has to pick up Christopher, then helps Preacher with dinner, so she won't be home till late.

Ricky: Uh... I gotta study.

Lizzy: You just graduated.

Ricky: Yeah, I need to research which college classes to take, so...

Lizzy: Whatever. If you don't wanna hang out...

Ricky: Okay, okay… How about I swing by after my shift today, okay?

Lizzy: How will I ever begin to thank you?

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Jack’s bar

Preacher: I got this.

Jack: All right, Red Label.

Preacher: All right. And, uh, sorry I was late. It's just that Christopher refused to go to camp.

Jack: I hope you won the battle, buddy.

Preacher: Yeah, I feel like I'm losing the war.

Jack: Yeah?

Preacher: I do not know how single parents do it.

Jack: Please do not tell me that raising a kid is harder than it looks.

Preacher: Oh, no, man. You, my friend, are gonna be fine, all right? Just, you know, my situation is unique.

Jack: Come on, I got two of them on the way. There's no way that's gonna be easier.

Preacher: Ah. Yeah, I can't argue with that… You wanna see if that's Christopher?

Jack: Nope… Jamie.

Preacher: Oh.

Jack: So what happened there? She has a thing for you?

Preacher: No, man. Not like that.

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Jack’s bar: kitchen

Jack: Hey, sorry, man. I didn't mean anything by that.

Preacher: Well, actually, she recommended me to a chef friend of hers in San Francisco. He offered me a job… I accepted.

Jack: You took another job?

Preacher: Yeah. Yeah, I did. But then Christopher came in the picture, you got shot, so I bowed out.

Jack: I didn't know you were unhappy, man. I mean...

Preacher: Well, I wasn't, but after you turned down the partnership offer, I decided to keep my options open.

Jack: Oh, Preach, I... I had no idea that being partners was so important.

Preacher: Hey, I'm the one who brought it up.

Jack: Yeah, but I thought you were just trying to help me out, you know?

Preacher: You know, don't worry about it, Jack. It's your bar. It's your business… Hello? Okay. Yeah, I will be there as soon as I can… That was Christopher's camp. I gotta pick him up.

Jack: Yeah, yeah, you go. We can talk about this later. Don't worry about this afternoon. We'll manage.

Preacher: Thanks… Yep.

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Woods

Brady: Just give me the bottom line.

Jeb: Well, pine beetles have infested half the lot. And the rest, it's just a matter of time.

Brady: So, none of these trees are salvageable?

Jeb: Pretty much.

Brady: Damn it. There's gotta be something we can do.

Jeb: There's not a lot of options. Well, Calvin didn't pay for proper lot inspections, and the company isn't insured.

Brady: So I'm on the hook for the whole thing?

Jeb: You could try and sell. You'd have to disclose the infestation.

Brady: I'm not selling the company. I'll figure something out. I just... I need more time.

Jeb: Clock's tickin'.

Brady: Thanks, man… Super helpful.

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Hope’s house: living room

Muriel: What did you do?

Vernon: It's just a little paper cut.

Muriel: Oh, hold on. I have a first aid kit in my purse.

Vernon: Oh, really, all I need is a tissue so I don't bleed on Hope's table.

Muriel: Hm. And you know I've always said that doctors make the worst patients.

Vernon: Oh!

Muriel: Let's see.

Vernon: Ow.

Muriel: You know, when I was in my twenties, I dated an ER doctor. Do you know he actually finished his shift with a broken arm?

Vernon: You know, when an ER is busy and you don't have enough staff, you can't just walk away.

Muriel: Oh! I never thought of it that way… Okay, here we go. And that, sir, is good as new.

Vernon: Nicely done.

Muriel: Thank you.

Vernon: Thank you.

Muriel: There she is.

Lilly: Hello?

Vernon: Hey.

Lilly: Oh, hey! Okay, what needs to get done?

Vernon: Well, plenty. Unfortunately, I am due back at the clinic.

Lilly: Go ahead and go. Muriel and I can handle the rest, right?

Muriel: Of course. We'll finish up here.

Vernon: Oh, thank you both so much for all your help.

Muriel: Oh, it's nothing.

Vernon: Muriel, I'd still be trying to figure out that printer if it wasn't for you.

Muriel: Aw... What?

Lilly: Nothing.  Just here to work.

Muriel: Yeah. Me too.

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Jack’s bar

Jack: Hey, I'm gonna take five.

Ricky: All right, yeah.

Brie: If you're trying to butter me up, it's working.

Jack: Oh, I know your weakness.

Brie: Mmm… Wow, that's good. That tastes homemade.

Jack: 'Cause it is.

Brie: Mmm.

Jack: So, how's the job search going?

Brie: You want the truth?

Jack: Uh, yeah. That'd be good.

Brie: I'm not looking.

Jack: Why not?

Brie: I don't know if I wanna go back to practicing law.

Jack: You've wanted to be a lawyer since you were a kid.

Brie: Yeah. I didn't know what I signed up for.

Jack: Which is?

Brie: Working for a firm that doesn't care what happens to you just as long as you win your cases and bill the clients a crapload of money.

Jack: Sorry… Wish I could help.

Brie: You are helping me by letting me stay here.

Jack: Hm.

Brie: The rest I have to figure out on my own.

Jack: Ooh, spoken like a true Sheridan.

Brie: Independent to the bitter end.

Jack: Oh yeah.

Brie: Speaking of bitter, how's Charmaine?

Jack: I get the feeling that her and Todd are gonna limit my time with the twins.

Brie: What makes you think that?

Jack: She came by here after the fire… Said I didn't have to worry about housing. That I could "visit" whenever I wanted.

Brie: Oh, no, you cannot let that stand. Custody is all about precedent.

Jack: Yeah, I know, I did some research… I'm thinking about hiring a lawyer.

Brie: I know a great family practice attorney over in Eureka. She owes me a favour. I'll call her.

Jack: Thanks. Appreciate it.

Brie: Hm. By the way, I am so happy you and Mel are dating.

Jack: Oh, are you now?

Brie: You know she's way out of your league.

Jack: Hey!

Brie: I'm just kidding.  But don't mess that up.

Jack: I'm trying not to.

Brie: Uh, what do you mean, "trying"?

Jack: Second night of living together, I found her sleeping in her car.

Brie: I mean, I've heard you snore. I don't blame her.

Jack: Come on! It's not something I can control.

Brie: We know how good you are at things you can't control.

Jack: So what am I supposed to do?

Brie: Look, Mel loves you because you don't pretend to be somebody that you're not. And out in the dating world, that is pretty hard to find. Trust me.

Jack: Hm. Well, let's hope it's enough.

Brie: You're overthinking things… You need to get out of your own way.

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Camp

Preacher: Christopher, buddy, we can't keep doing this every day.

Christopher: I don't feel good.

Preacher: What you got? Stomachache?

Christopher: My chest hurts, and I'm cold.

Preacher: Okay… Well, you know, if you're really sick, we should have Doc check you out.

Christopher: Okay.

Preacher: So we're gonna drive to the clinic.

Christopher: Yeah.

Preacher: Just to be clear, we're gonna drive to the clinic right now… Okay, then.

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Practice: office

Vernon: Tara. I didn't expect to see you here.

Tara: I don't have an appointment, but Mel said I could wait here.

Vernon: Oh, of course, yes. You know, coincidentally, I just saw your mother over at Hope's.

Tara: That's actually what I came to talk to you about… My mom hasn't been herself lately.

Vernon: Oh? How so?

Tara: Well, she's sleeping, like, 12 hours a day, and she's still tired all the time.

Vernon: Well, have her come in, and I'll do a full workup.

Tara: That's the thing. She refuses to see you or any other doctor.

Vernon: Uh-huh. And how are you feeling?

Tara: Perfectly fine. I'm just worried about her.

Vernon: Okay. I will call your mom, and I will convince her to come in.

Tara: But she can't know that I came to see you, okay? You know how private she is.

Vernon: Yeah. Well, tell you what, let me figure out what I can do, and then, meanwhile, you keep an eye on her.

Tara: I will… Thanks, Doc.

Vernon: You bet.

Practice: waiting room

Tara: Bye, Mel.

Mel: Bye.

Vernon: Thanks for covering for me earlier. Hope had a project she needed me to finish.

Mel: I heard.

Vernon: So, anything to report on your end?

Mel: Uh, yeah. Uh, your two o'clock interview cancelled… The message is still on the machine if you wanna hear it for yourself.

Vernon: Thanks for letting me know.

Mel: Mm-hmm. That's it? Really? You're not gonna explain what's happening?

Vernon: I wasn't planning on it.

Mel: Okay, are you hiring someone new?

Vernon: I am considering it.

Mel: Hey, guys. Hey. Are you having a hard time breathing?

Preacher: It started right when we drove up. Before that, he said he was cold and that his chest hurt.

Vernon: Christopher, why don't you and I go into the exam room, and we're gonna figure this out, huh?

Preacher: Yeah, I don't know. I think he may be trying to get out of camp.

Mel: Uh-huh. It could be anxiety.

Preacher: At his age?

Mel: Hm.

Preacher: I... I know he misses Paige, but...

Mel: Do you have any idea when she'll be back?

Preacher: No.

Mel: Okay. Don't worry. We're gonna figure it out.

Vernon: Mel! I need you in here.

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Practice: exam room

Vernon: He's hypoxic. Get me the BVM, please.

Preacher: What's happening?

Vernon: He's not getting enough oxygen.

Mel: Has he been in water recently?

Preacher: Uh, yeah, the camp has a pool.

Vernon: Christopher, I'm gonna place this mask over your mouth, okay?

Mel: Christopher, the mask is gonna help you breathe, okay? I want you to take slow, deep breaths. Try to follow my count. One Mississippi. Two Mississippi. Three Mississippi.

Preacher: You're doing great, buddy.

Mel: Four Mississippi.

Vernon: Now, Christopher, you went to the pool today, right? Did some water go down the wrong way? Yeah, he's having a laryngospasm.

Mel: Okay. Larson maneuver?

Vernon: Yes.

Mel: Hey, you're gonna be okay. I promise.

Preacher: What's going on?

Mel: Stress on his lungs is causing his vocal cords to spasm, blocking his airway.

Vernon: Here we go.

Christopher: A-ha.

Vernon: Good, good, good. It's working.

Mel: Here you go, buddy. Very good… All right… You're gonna be okay… He's okay.

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Sheriff Station: hallway

Mike: Gonna check in with Deputy Howard. Be right back.

Jimmy: Hey, why don't you grab me a Coke from the kitchen first? Otherwise, I might be too parched to speak clearly. Know what I mean?

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Jimmy: Well, hey there. Look who's out and walking around. Lucky. Guess that nurse of yours has a pretty good set of hands on her.

Jack: I'm just lucky you're such a lousy shot.

Jimmy: If I'd pulled the trigger, you'd be dead.

Jack: That's some big words coming from a guy who's chained to a bench.

Jimmy: You know they can't hold me, right? If they had any evidence at all, I'd be charged already, wouldn't I?

Jack: You been on a bender?

Jimmy: Blowin' off some steam.

Jack: Why? Feeling anxious?

Jimmy: Nuh. Just got a lot of time on my hands. What with being, uh, recently unemployed and all that, you know?

Jack: Yeah… I'm sorry about that. I wouldn't worry about it. I'm sure you'll find a job in prison.

Jimmy: Hey, G.I. Joe… You know Calvin knows you're responsible for that raid, don't you?

Jack: Good.

Jimmy: Yeah. When Calvin finally takes you out, then, uh, you know, I'll be more than happy to take care of your girlfriend.

Jack: Shut your mouth!

Mike: Hey! Jack! Back off!

Sheriff Station: offices

Mike: What the hell are you doing?

Jack: He threatened Mel!

Mike: You're not supposed to be here.

Jack: What, you want me to sit at home, wait for the shooter to turn himself in?

Mike: Okay. Look, right now, Jimmy doesn't have an alibi, but there's nothing tying him to the shooting.

Jack: Please. He's threatened to kill me multiple times.

Mike: That's not enough for a conviction.

Jack: He's been up to something. I can feel it.

Mike: Hey, hey. We're cross-referencing with neighbouring law enforcement agencies. It takes time. A lot of these small towns haven't digitized their systems yet.

Jack: Okay, well, until then?

Mike: Go home… Try to calm down.

Jack: I will calm down when whoever tried to kill me is behind bars.

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Hope’s house: living room

Lilly: So, how many do we have?

Muriel: 2,903.

Lilly: Okay, so that leaves...

Muriel: Oh, please, math is not my strong suit.

Lilly: That leaves 1,079.

Muriel: There you go. We're getting there.

Lilly: Unfortunately, I can't stay much longer. I've gotta go feed Chloe her dinner.

Muriel: By all means. Yeah, I can do the rest.

Lilly: That will take you all night long.

Muriel: Yeah, I don't mind. It's for a good cause.

Lilly: Hm… Um, I know we can't help who we love, so I say this with total kindness. I think you're barking up the wrong tree.

Muriel: What do you mean?

Lilly: I've known Doc and Hope for nearly 20 years. While they've had plenty of ups and downs, they've never left each other's side.

Muriel: You think I'm trying to steal Doc away from Hope?

Lilly: Well, from what I've heard, you've been doing an awful lot for him since Hope went away.

Muriel: Listen, I know that everyone thinks I'm on the hunt. "Oh, don't leave your husbands alone with Muriel." But I'm not a home-wrecker.

Lilly: It wasn't that long ago that you made it clear you had your eye on Doc.

Muriel: I didn't realize how complicated their relationship is. I know. Doc is spoken for.

Lilly: Then why pay him so much attention?

Muriel: Truth is, I don't have a lot of good friends here, and we have a lot in common. We both love classical music, and good wine, board games… I suppose I simply just enjoy his company.

Lilly: This isn't just about Hope, okay? I want what's best for you too… As long as you realize that Doc is completely devoted to Hope, you'll spare yourself a whole lot of heartache.

Muriel: Okay.

Lilly: Okay.

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Vernon’s house: porch / River

Jack: Hey. You on your way home?

Mel: Ah, I'm stuck at work. I might be a couple more hours.

Jack: Aw, you gotta be exhausted.

Mel: Yeah, a little.

Jack: You sure you don't want me to stay at the B&B? Even if it's for one night? I don't want you to get run down.

Mel: What? I worked the graveyard shift at the hospital for two years. This is nothing.

Jack: You're sure?

Mel: Yes. Besides, I'm looking forward to coming home and having you there.

Jack: I love you.

Mel: I love you too. Bye.

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Practice: waiting room

Mel: Hey. How you doing?

Preacher: Hey. Um, Doc's with him. I, uh... I just needed a minute.

Mel: Yeah. Of course.

Preacher: Yeah.

Vernon: His breathing has stabilized. He nodded off. I didn't have the heart to wake him. Poor little guy.

Preacher: I don't understand what happened.

Mel: It appears he suffered from respiratory dysfunction, connected to a small amount of water that aspirated in his lungs.

Vernon: He said he was swimming with some bigger boys, and he got dunked a couple of times, and I think that was the source of the delayed respiratory issue.

Preacher: He, uh, never told me that.

Mel: You were smart and brought him in before damage was done.

Preacher: I thought he was bluffing.

Vernon: Well, you know kids. They're so hard to read.

Preacher: Well, maybe he should be with someone else. Someone better at this.

Mel: Christopher loves you. He trusts you. That's what matters.

Vernon: Mel's right. Don't beat yourself up. You're doing a great job, Preach.

Preacher: Well, thanks. Both of you. I don't know what I would've done if something happened to him.

Mel: I know. He's gonna be just fine. And he's gonna cue off of you, so when you go in there, make sure he knows everything is okay.

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Vernon’s house: kitchen

Vernon: Christopher's breathing is strong. No sign of pulmonary edema.

Mel: That's good.

Vernon: But I would like to monitor him for the next couple of hours.

Mel: Okay. I can stay if you wanna go home.

Vernon: Oh, I appreciate that. You want some coffee?

Mel: No, thanks… If you're thinking of hiring someone else, don't you think I should be in the loop?

Vernon: I'm not adding anyone to the staff.

Mel: Okay, what does that mean?

Vernon: Look, I don't have the energy to get into it right now... But it's not your position that I'm looking to fill.

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Bar

Brie: Hey. Two beers.

Brady: Hey. Didn't think you were coming.

Brie: I had to help Jack with something.

Brady: I'll get the next one.

Brie: Don't worry about it. I can buy my own drinks.

Brady: You know, a guy can buy you a drink without any strings attached.

Brie: They can, but my way, there's no confusion.

Brady: Hm. All right. We'll do it your way.

Brie: Wow. That was easy. I thought there'd be, you know, at least a little bit of pushback.

Brady: No. I don't sweat the small stuff.

Brie: Okay. What about the big stuff?

Brady: Well, uh, let's just say I won't start the fight, but I'm not afraid to finish it.

Brie: I like it… Here's to not taking any crap.

Brady: To not taking any crap.

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Lydie’s house: living room

Ricky: Hey, I was, uh, I just gonna...

Lizzy: Connie saw us together at the bar and freaked out on me again.

Lydie: Are you going somewhere, dear?

Lizzy: Actually, I was hoping I could stay with you guys for a while.

Lydie: Oh.

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Cabin

Mel: Jack? I'm home.

Jack: Hello there.

Mel: What you doing in there?

Jack: Uh, just trying to figure something out.

Mel: Okay.

Jack: What flower do you prefer? Rose or jasmine?

Mel: Uh, I guess I slightly prefer jasmine.

Jack: That's not what I thought you were gonna say. Hold on one minute.

Mel: Oh... Um, should I start dinner while you're doing whatever you're doing?

Jack: No, no. I got it handled. Just one second.

Cabin: bathroom

Mel: Oh! You drew me a bath.

Jack: Well, you sounded like you needed to relax.

Mel: Oh, you are the sweetest, most thoughtful man.

Jack: Well, you are a remarkable woman.

Mel: Hm.

Jack: Mm.

Mel: Are you gonna get in with me?

Jack: Hm, no, I got a few details to attend to.

Mel: Details?

Jack: Mm. The only thing you need to focus on is you. Get in there.

Mel: Okay, then.

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Cabin / Sheriff Station: offices

Jack: Hey, what's the word?

Mike: We had to let Jimmy walk.

Jack: Damn it. Why?

Mike: He got himself an alibi.

Jack: He probably paid somebody off.

Mike: It's the Trinity County Sheriff, so I doubt it. Jimmy was in their drunk tank the night that you got shot.

Jack: You're just finding this out now?

Mike: Yeah. It's like I told you, a lot of these small towns are still on paper systems. And in this case, the Trinity clerk was out sick.

Jack: And they're sure it was Jimmy?

Mike: Yeah. I'm sorry, man. I... I thought we had our guy.

Jack: Okay, what's next?

Mike: We keep looking.

Jack: All right. Hey, listen, man, I gotta bounce.

Mike: Talk soon.

Jack: Yeah.

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Hope’s house: terrace

Hope: So Dr. Petersen agrees with Dr. What's-His-Name?

Vernon: Dr. Wesley. And, yes, they both say it is AMD.

Hope: What's Petersen's plan for treating you?

Vernon: He said the best way to treat wet age-related macular degeneration is something called anti-VEGF therapy.

Hope: I've never heard of it.

Vernon: They inject a medication into my eyes to shrink current vessels and prevent further growth. He says it is 90% effective.

Hope: Are there any side effects?

Vernon: Infection, uh, retinal detachment, stroke...

Hope: Stroke? That's not a side effect, that's a death sentence. Get a second opinion.

Vernon: Hope, Dr. Petersen is the second opinion.

Hope: Then get a third! There's gotta be a better treatment.

Vernon: Honey, it won't make a difference. I have AMD, and I'm not gonna sit around waiting to go blind.

Hope: Darn it! I knew I shouldn't have left town until we got this under control. I'm coming home.

Vernon: No, you're not gonna do any such thing. There's nothing you can do here you can't do from there. And there's only one thing I do want, and that is to keep my diagnosis between us. You... You hear me?

Hope: Okay.

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Cabin: yard

Mel: Wh... What is all this?

Jack: Champagne?

Mel: Oh! Oh my God. This is exactly like the one that Joey and I had growing up. I can't believe you remembered that.

Jack: After the fire, you were totally there for me. This is my way of saying, "I love you, and I appreciate you."

Mel: You make me so happy.

Jack: I have one more surprise.

Mel: How in the world...

Jack: Well, I had a little help. Brie actually helped me with the tea lights. That was her idea.

Mel: Oh my gosh. She's so sweet… I am blown away.

Jack: That's the reaction I was looking for.

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River

Jack: Push us off? What do you think?

Mel: It's beautiful.

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Bar

Brie: Okay… Wow.

Brady: Uh-huh.

Brie: Come on! You're cheating.

Brady: How? You just watched me throw.

Brie: I don't know. You are. You're cheating.

Brady: All right.

Brie: See? That's why I wanted to play pool.

Brady: You'll get it. You're holding on for too long. You gotta release earlier. Okay? So, first, hold it like this… And then...

Brie: Come on! Now you're just showing off.

Brady: Ah.

Brie: Mm! I love this song. Let's dance.

Brady: I'm not a big dancer.

Brie: Come on. Just one song… Yes!

Brady: Please, God, no!

Brie: I thought you said you couldn't dance?

Brady: Oh, I never said I couldn't.

Stella: Hi, do you remember me? I'm Stella. I used to be Don's assistant.

Brie: Oh yeah. Hey.

Stella: My parents live in Clear River. What are you doing here?

Brie: Um, visiting.

Stella: I swear this is like fate, 'cause I wanted to tell you that you were right about...

Brie: I'm sorry. I gotta go.

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Street

Brady: Brie!

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Cabin

Jack: You're awfully quiet.

Mel: I was just thinking.

Jack: About?

Mel: You know this morning, when we were talking about being real with each other?

Jack: Mm-hmm.

Mel: How would you feel about me having a baby?