Helena (bitterly): Like you know me so well…

Dylan (frustrated): Dammit Helena, no matter what I do it’s not good enough…

Tina (coming down the back steps): Can you two argue any louder?  

Helena (bashfully): Sorry (pointing) she’s not listening…

Dylan (throwing her hands up): Me (rolling her eyes) you should talk…

Tina (holding her hands up): Hold it. Time out. Both of you zip it. (Rubbing her face) have a seat. Don’t say a word. I’m going to get a cup of coffee just sit there (walking into the kitchen; wincing as she heard Bette yelling.) Why is it, no one in this family can talk when they’re angry?

Bette (shutting her mouth quickly): Baby sorry, did we wake you.

Tina (shaking her head): No, the two culprits out there did. Where’s Angie?

Alice (biting her lip): With Aunt Kit, Aunt Papi and Noni. She’s going to school in style.

Tina (looking at Bette who put her head down): What? (Setting her coffee down) Peggy, Kit, where’s Angie…

Shane (dumping trash): So how about we go for a ride…

Carmen (picking up the breakfast dishes): Right to Anger Management Class.

Bette (groaning as she heard Tina yelling and more yelling from Dylan and Helena): She can yell but we can’t. (Wincing as Tina gave her a warning.) Can someone just shoot me?

Duffy Residence Outskirts of LA
Lisa (pulling into the circular driveway; she was bone tired; dragging and had to be back at the station in four hours; the case on Jenny Shecter had kept her on duty until now almost fourteen hours straight with four hours of sleep before that): Shit, someone shoot me (opening up the front door.) Baby…

Kai (yelling): In the basement love. I’ve got you’re panels and reports up now and I’m reviewing them. (Quiet for a moment) and I’ve ruled out everyone but two people.

Lisa (limping down the stairs): What have you found my evil little genius?  
Kai Duffy held a MD in Forensic Psychology and Pathology, as well as Profiling and Mortuary Science. Lisa herself had a Bachelor’s in Criminal Law and Forensic Psychology.  

Kai (looking up at her wife): Ooh flattery will get you every where. (Seeing her love in pain and exhausted) never mind go in there (pointing to the shower) take a shower and crash on the couch (wrapping her arms around her. ) The phones are rerouted straight to the answering machine, I’ll turn your pager and cell off and you can nap for a while.