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Special Notes: Tommy Elliot rumored to make his debut in this episode. A few new test dialogues discovered for who we believe to be Tommy's Father. Additionally we have a possible new character "Reagan". She may not be named Reagan and might appear in a different episode but here is some test dialogue in scene 3 & 4.

Scene 1:

Cartwright: Didn't I say no TV? Timmy? No, I'm afraid you can't do that. Don't you understand? Socialization is essential to one's development. It’s as important as food, water, and shelter. It allows one to develop a sense of self. A sense of purpose.

Janie: Let me go.

Cartwright: Unfortunately my dear son was not given the opportunity to develop a sense of self, a sense of purpose, because the world made him an outcast Marta...called him a monster, but then you came along Janie. He's waited so very long for a friend, but unfortunately what my son Timmy doesn't realize is that you're not a friend. You’re a toy.

Janie: Please! Please let me go.

Cartwright: And when not played with? Toys are to be locked away.


Scene 2:

Cartwright: I extend my my deepest, sincere- most sincere apologies! It was an insensitive prank...on my son.

Detective: Your son?

Cartwright: Yes. Timmy! He has this ability, I guess you'd call it, for mimicry. I mean, normally it's all in good fun but-

Detective: Where is he? I'd like to see him.

Cartwright: Oh, Timmy? Well, you...he really doesn't like strangers.

Detective: I want to see him. Now.

Cartwright: Timmy! Would you come here please?

*Son appears.*

Cartwright: Yes. Now you see why, but appearances are just a mere facade, or they ought to be. It's what lies underneath the mask. That matters the most. *laughs nervously* So...Timmy, show the men what you did. Please.


Scene 3:

Kate: Tonic and lime.

Reagan: Where is she?

Kate: Excuse me?

Reagan: Your ex. Whenever I'm at a party with a former flame, I stay sober, too. Too much tequila and I end up pouring my heart out or on the dance floor. Either way, it's not pretty. Though I could make an exception... My bad. All these absinthe fumes, that and my gaydar.

Kate: You're not wrong. That guy just rubs me the wrong way.

Reagan: Because he sucks. His company bought out my entire apartment complex. Then he jacked the rent to scare us all the way just so we could build another one of those phallic condo complexes.

Kate: He does suck.

Reagan: It's okay. Some friends are letting me couch surf. Considering going pro.


Scene 4:

Reagan: There you are! Are you okay?

Casey: Yeah, crazy night.

Reagan: I was freaking out! You disappeared. I tried calling you like a million-

Casey: I'm sorry. I must have been in a dead zone.

Reagan: Right. Right. So here's why this is tragic. I like you. You’re funny, and you're cool, and you don't really seem to give a shit about the fact that you have literally more money than anyone I've ever met. But that's not really enough.

Casey: Reagan, I'm sorry. I just-

Reagan: I'm not a needy person, Casey, but if I'm going to be putting the effort of “Mrs. Spin-class-rearrange-your-work shift”...I mean, Jesus, you got me eating carbs. A little attention would be nice.

Casey: I'm sorry.

Reagan: Me, too. See you Casey.