July 16, 2003

[Quartermaine Mansion]
(Georgie walks up, the door's cracked. She opens it and walks inside and shuts it behind her. Edward walks in and sees her)
Georgie: Mr. Quartermaine...
Edward: How did you get in here?
Georgie: Um...
Edward: Dobson!
Georgie: Wait. Wait. Wait. You cannot leave Dillon in jail. He does not deserve to be there.
Edward: I gave that boy every chance to apologize and he threw it back in my face.
Georgie: Dillon was scared.
Edward: Then he'll have to learn his lesson, won't he?
Georgie: Haven't you ever done something crazy for a girl and then regretted it later?
Edward: Dillon has no regrets.
Georgie: Mr. Quartermaine, he's sorry I know he is. And if you could just make one little phone call, he would be free.
Edward: No. No. No, you see my grandson insisted on staying in jail. Fine. Well, let him stay in jail. A couple of days in a cell with a riffraff named Bubba will maybe improve his manners.
(Ned walks down the stairs)
Ned: You left Dillon in jail? What in God's name is wrong with you?

[PCPD]
(Scott's standing outside Dillon's cell)
Scott: A Quartermaine in a cage...just the way I like it. You think you can do whatever you want because the family will bail you out. I mean, why not goof off? You got access to the get-out-of-jail card, huh?
Dillon: Well, you just got me all figured out, don't you?
Scott: I do. But let me give you a little glimpse of what's down the highway here for you. You keep screwing around, and then your blue blood family, they go, "Ooh, a lot of trouble, embarrassment." And then they just cut you off. And the next time you get in trouble, you go to prison. You know what they do to punks in prison? Huh?
Dillon: Really, what do you care?
Scott: I don't care. But I care about the paperwork, because it occupies my men's time here when they should be out looking for real criminals like your good-for-nothing worthless cousin Jason. Do you want to end up like him?
Dillon: Oh, I'm sorry is that a bad thing? I...I wouldn't know.
Scott: Punk. (Leaves)

[Quartermaine Mansion]
Ned: Dillon's a teenager. Why in the hell would you leave him in jail overnight?
Edward: The delinquent went on a crime spree, Ned. He stole a motorcycle and he ran off with an underage girl and he had the gall not to show one ounce of remorse when he was caught.
Ned: And of course your version isn't the least bit biased, is it?
Edward: Go on down to the PCPD. See for yourself. The boy is out of control.
Ned: And do you blame him? My mother dropped him off on our doorstep, like so much excess luggage.
Edward: That makes him Tracy's problem, not mine. Do you know that he was rude and insolent, not just to me, but to Mac and to Scott Baldwin? He needs to learn that his actions have consequences.
Ned: Has it occurred to you that maybe, just maybe, Dillon's behavior has something to do with the way he's treated around here?
Edward: Why the hell are you defending him so?
Ned: He's my brother!
Edward: Whom you hardly know.
Ned: My point exactly. His only parent has been my mother. Need I say more?
Edward: Oh, come on he's lived a life of luxury Ned.
Ned: Without a proper parent. And now he's living with us and you have virtually ignored him. Face it. You treat him like he's like a household plant. Walking by like you don't pay attention to him.
Edward: Oh, come on. He's a felon in training. Jason was at the police station today, and you should've seen the admiration on Dillon's face. Hmm.
Ned: If Jason stood up to you, you old blowhard. No wonder Dillon cheered! I would've cheered, too!
Edward: Go ahead! Encourage that little criminal in training all you want, for all the good it'll do you. But he is walking down the wrong road. And sooner or later, he is going to turn his back on this family and he is going to walk away and break our hearts just like Jason did. (Leaves)
Georgie: Thanks for defending Dillon
Ned: I did the best I could. Thank you for being a good friend to him.
Georgie: Yeah but I wish Mr. Quartermaine weren't so hard on him.
Ned: You know, it's a waste of breath to try to change his mind about anything. Especially his family.
Georgie: I know, but Dillon's in jail, I had to do something.
Ned: Of course you did. From now on, you leave grandfather to me.
(Georgie smiles and nods)

[PCPD]
(A cop lets Dillon out of his cell. Ned and Georgie walk up)
Georgie: Hey, are you ok?
Dillon: Oh. Yeah. I'm good. Real good. (To Ned) So are you here to give me part two of grandfather's lecture?
Ned: He didn't do a good enough job by himself?
Georgie: Dillon, Ned's here to help.
Scott: And you need all the help you can get because the Quartermaine juice only goes so far. Next time you get in trouble, you're going to sit for awhile.
Ned: Scott.
Scott: (To Dillon) Understand?
Ned: Why don't you lighten up here?
Scott: Because he thinks that the rules don't apply to him.
Ned: He's young. He made a mistake. You remember what it was like to be young. It wasn't too long ago. You don't have to treat him like a hardened criminal.
Scott: He's got a bad attitude.
Ned: Well, considering you're corrupt and incompetent, you really don't have a lot of room to criticize, do you?
Scott: Take him and get out of here. (Leaves)
(Ned walks over to Dillon and Georgie)
Dillon: You know, I stole a bike, OK? I don't care.
Ned: Look, I bailed you out. It's time to go.
Dillon: I really don't want to owe anybody, Ned. Not even you, OK?
Georgie: Wait a minute. Ned's trying to help. I mean, he yelled at your grandfather for leaving you here.
Dillon: I know I...I just really don't need your help, OK?
Ned: Well you got it anyway.
Georgie: Dillon, what is wrong with you?
Dillon: Nothing. Nothing is wrong with me. Can we just...can we go, please? (Starts to leave)

[Quartermaine Mansion]
(Dillon and Ned walk into the living room and see Edward)
Dillon: Here it comes
Edward: Welcome home, Dillon.
Dillon: OK
Edward: You know, Ned I was thinking about that conversation that you and I had and you were right. I wasn't sensitive to...to Dillon's unique situation in this household, so I took the liberty of calling Tracy.
Dillon: What? (Walks over to Edward) What did she say?
Edward: I don't know. I didn't get through to her.
Dillon: Well did you leave a message?
Edward: Sure. An urgent one. But she hasn't gotten back to me yet.
Dillon: She's probably busy on some business deal or something like that.
Edward: No, no the maid said she was right there in the hotel suite.
Dillon: Well, she obviously doesn't want to talk to you then.
Edward: I told her it was a matter concerning you, Dillon.
Dillon: You know, my mother doesn't trust you as far as she can throw you, OK? She knows you hate her.
Edward: Hmm. Such a defense toward a woman who can't be bothered to...to discuss her son's future, who would rather spend time getting ready for a party rather than stay for five minutes and talk about the fact that her son has been arrested.
Ned: (Walks up next to Dillon) Grandfather, drop it.
Edward: Tracy taught you nothing. How could she? She lies every time she opens her mouth. She blackmails and cheats. She has the heart of a viper and the morals of a rattlesnake.
Dillon: (starts towards Edward but Ned holds him back) You know what? You shut up!
Ned: Hey, Dillon...
Dillon: OK, you shut up. Don't you dare ever talk about my mother like that again! Do you hear me?

Ned: (Still holding Dillon back) Don't! Hey. Hey. Hey!
Dillon: You wrote my mother off years ago because you are a bitter, old, selfish man. All right?
Edward: Now that's enough
Dillon: No, no anybody in this house who tries to think for themselves, tries to use their own brain. Forget it! They're dropped kicked out the front door, aren't they? Aren't they?
Ned: Dillon, he's not listening! He's not listening.
Dillon: Oh, so what? So he just get sot insult anybody he wants? Well, not me!
Edward: I'm your grandfather...
Dillon: Sorry!
Edward: And I will not stand here while you insult me.
Dillon: Oh, come on! Save it for somebody who cares. The only people who stick around do it for the money. If it weren't for you big, fat bank account, you would be all by yourself and you know it!
Edward: Now that's enough!
Dillon: Jason did it. Jason is just fine living his own life. Same with my mother. She's a successful business woman, making deals all over the world. She doesn't need you, and you can't handle it, can you?
Edward: (To Ned) There. You see what you're dealing with? (Leaves)
Ned: That went well. Maybe we should have a conversation about our mother.
Dillon: He doesn't care, (sits down) you know? I mean, he doesn't give her any credit. It's like her accomplishments don't even count.
Ned: She's not a business woman
Dillon: Entrepreneur. Whatever.
Ned: I'm not sure she's been entirely honest with you, Dillon.
Dillon: Look, she did the best she could, Ned, OK? (Stands up) I mean, I know her work calls for a lot of her attention. I get that. She can't be around every waking minute to take care of me. I understand, OK? I...
Ned: No, there's no work. There's no work. OK, she might have had a position here, a job there, but nothing that would constitute an honest living.
Dillon: Don't push me, Ned. I lived with her. I know what she does.
Ned: Dillon, I'm telling you the truth.
Dillon: No, you're not! You're not telling me the truth, OK? You're lying to me like grandfather is!
Ned: When our mother ran off, she wasn't making deals! She's not making deals now. She just told you that.
Dillon: Why is it...why is it that everybody in this house has to dis my mom? (Heads for the door)
Ned: You need to know who you can trust, Dillon!
Dillon: I do know who I can trust, OK? And it's not grandfather and it's not you and it's not anybody living in this loony bin you call a home, OK? (Storms out)

[Outside Kelly's]
(Dillon calls his mom on his cell phone)
Dillon: Mom? Hey. Hey. (Georgie walks up behind him and listens) It's...it's me. Yeah, I don't mean to bother you or anything. I just...I wanted to say hi. Oh, no. I'm good. Um...no...no I'm not so good. Um, things have been kind of hard for me lately. And I wish you were here. OK Oh, yeah. You need to...no go to your thing. Go to your thing. Go to your...go to your thing. I'll...I'll talk to you later. OK Bye. (Hangs up)