Helena (spitting): You fucking bitch leave her the fuck alone…

Dylan (walking up the sidewalk): Such a filthy mouth for such a beautiful lady. (Taking in what was going on; her blood boiled in anger) I do believe the lady asked you to leave.

Dusty (not knowing who this was): And you’re …
 
Dylan (moving closer): Trash collector. And you’re (looking at Catherine and Dusty) the trash. (Seeing her confused look) I know who you are and you’re leaving…

Dusty (shoving Helena towards her): Fine (turning around and taking aim for Helena only to find Dylan in front of her; then suddenly an explosion of pain and burning): Bitch…

Dylan (angrily): I can’t believe you would hurt her like that. I can’t believe you had the audacity to use her like you did. You’re fucking dead…

Dusty (grabbing Dylan and punching her): Fucking bitch (shoving, both of them falling to the ground and taking several hard hits from the constant barrage of punches and open handed slaps…)

Bette (grabbing Catherine by the arm): How the fuck dare you show up on my property and hurt my family…

Catherine (admiring the play of muscles; the fire in her eyes): You are one hot number. I can just imagine what a little tigress you are in the sheets. Too bad you don’t have the women to satisfy you. (Seductively) all that coiled power in those muscles and poor Tina can’t handle you. Little trollop she is….

Bette (losing it; grabbing the front of her shirt): You couldn’t handle me with my hands tied behind my back so (shoving her into the side of the SUV) either get your shit and leave or I’ll break you in two (slamming her again into the truck for good measure.)

Helena (grabbing Dusty around the neck and pulling her arm back): You fucking bitch. You hurt me. You fucking lied to me and betrayed me.

Dusty (pushing Dylan off her): Poor little rich girl bent over the sink (the punch to her face sent her reeling; she landed on top of Helena and was hauled up immediately by Dylan.)

Dylan (her eyes burning; her blood running cold; her body shaking): It was you…