Peggy (walking in through the garage to the lift; talking on her cell phone): And tell him I’ll meet with him when I have the time. Just because he knows I’m in New York does not mean that I’m going to run right over there. He’s the manager that’s what he gets paid for.

Dylan (thanking the driver): I’ll take those (motioning to her laptop case and small equipment bag.)

Paul (putting the other bags on a cart): Of course. I’ll get these up to the rooms and be on my way. (Unlocking the lift) what time would you and Ms. Peabody like me here in the morning…

Peggy (hanging up her phone): Ten would be fine Paul. Thank you so much for coming to get us on such short notice…

Paul (closing the lift): No trouble. Although (remembering fondly Peggy’s daughter) Helena will be here Wednesday.

Dylan (catching the intention): Along with more trouble…

Peggy (smiling): Yes (stepping off the lift into the first floor of the townhouse) Melinda scotch for me and for this young lady a beer, Molson or Fosters.

Dylan (smiling; taking the room in): Thank you and flatterer.

Peggy (taking her by the arm): I’ll give you the penny tour then you can call my frantic worrying child and calm her down.

Dylan (laughing): Um yeah something like that.

Bette and Tina’s House Office
Bette (leaning back in her chair): You wanted to be a lawyer (laughing.)

Helena (rolling her eyes): Hush. I thought when I was younger it was such a noble profession, then it dawned on me that I would probably be held in contempt of court and that would be that. I would lose my license relatively quickly.

Tina (printing the schedule changes): Or something like that. Here (handing Helena the papers) ok it’s two am we have to be on set around six. Run that by Dylan just to be sure (bending down and kissing her softly.)

Helena (pulling her onto her lap): Tease (pressing her lips to hers, demanding, wanting) I’m going to review this and then get my bum to bed….

Bette (watching them both): Well…

Helena (grinning): Ooh there’s the idea…

Bette (shaking her head): You’re both something else…

Tina (smirking): She started it (brushing back a lock of Helena’s hair.)

Helena: Don’t you (grabbing her phone) hold that thought. Hello! (Smiling) hi baby…