INT. KIM'S APARTMENT – OSCAR'S ROOM - MORNING
The sun creeps through the blinds of Oscar's bedroom. Drew and Kim had fallen asleep together on Oscar's bed the night before. Kim wakes up, slowly adjusting her eyes to the light. As she lifts her head, she watches Drew as he sleeps. She has a flashback to their kiss from the night before as they were packing Oscar's belongings in boxes. Drew stirs as Kim attempts to release herself from his embrace.
Kim: I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you.
Drew: Were you going to leave without telling me?
Kim smiles nervously as they both sit up in bed.
Kim: I was going to get us some coffee.
Drew: Don't get up. I can get it.
Kim watches Drew leave the room.
Drew returns with two mugs. He hands one to Kim.
Drew: Black, heavy on the sugar.
Kim smiles.
Kim: How did you know?
Drew: I noticed how you made your coffee while we were at the hospital with Oscar.
Kim: Oh.
Drew: I'm sorry.
Kim: No, it's ok. It will…be ok. We should always talk about him.
Drew: Yeah…
There is an awkward silence that falls between them. Kim sips her coffee.
Kim: Actually, I was hoping we could talk about last night.
Drew: You're right, I should call the moving company to get his stuff to the goodwill.
Drew puts his mug on the bedside table and begins to stack boxes.
Kim: That's not what I meant.
Drew stops and turns to Kim.
Kim: I mean, we should talk about the kiss.
Kim puts her mug down and walks up to Drew, who is fumbling with the packing tape.
Drew: I want to apologize. I didn't mean to overstep. We're both grieving and if you feel like I took advantage…
Kim: I don't.
Drew: Good.
Kim: We're grieving but I think I need to be completely honest with you. It's not all grief for me. I care about you. And maybe I'm reading you wrong but I don't think it's all grief for you either.
Drew: It's complicated. I don't want to hurt you.
Kim: I know. I just want to know what you're feeling. Or at least, what you felt in that moment last night.
Drew: After the support group meeting at the hospital, sitting around all those parents who lost their kids…I felt like no one understood the pain I was feeling. Except for you. And when we started packing Oscar's things, talking about what could have been, I don't know.
Kim wipes a tear from her eye and nods.
Kim: You were feeling lonely.
Drew: I'm not in the best place right now. And with everything you have been through, you deserve to have someone who can give you all of them. I'm in pieces right now.
Kim: That makes two of us.
Drew kisses her hand.
Kim: You know what, I can call the movers. You should go back to the Quartermaines and clean up.
Drew: I can't let you handle all this by yourself.
Kim: I want to. I need to.
Drew: Are you sure?
Kim: Yeah.
Drew nods and walks towards the door. He turns around to look at Kim before he walks out.
INT. QUARTERMAINE HOUSE – LIVING ROOM – MORNING
Drew walks into the living room at the Quartermaine mansion in a changed shirt. He walks by a picture of Oscar on a side table and pauses. He picks up the picture frame and sighs heavily. Curtis knocks on the door.
Curtis: Knock knock.
Drew: Hey.
Curtis: I tried calling you last night but I couldn't reach you.
Drew: I was with Kim. Packing up Oscar's room to donate to goodwill.
Curtis: I'm sorry, man. If you need help moving the boxes, I'm free.
Drew: No, it's fine. Kim and I are using a moving company.
Curtis: Ok. How are you doing? Seriously?
Drew: Seriously? I'm a walking nerve ending. I Just wish this pain would stop.
Curtis: I've never been where you are right now but I'm pretty sure that pain is never going to go away.
Drew: Thank you for saying that. Everyone else has these comforting things to say like, it will take time. That my life will eventually get easier but I don't see how.
Curtis and Drew sit on the couch.
Curtis: How's Kim doing?
Drew: Depends on the time of day. Last night, she was a mess. We both were. This morning things were ok. But really, that could change at any moment.
Curtis: So you were with her last night and this morning?
Drew: Yeah
Curtis: Oh
Drew: It's not like that.
Curtis: Are you sure?
Drew hesitates to answer.
Drew: No.
Curtis: Hmm
Drew: We kissed last night. Again.
Curtis: Again? You kissed before?
Drew: Yeah. Both times we were talking about the past. More like she was talking about it and I was listening. And it just happened.
Curtis: Twice.
Drew: Yeah.
Curtis: Hmm. Maybe there is something there. Like even though you don't remember, there is something that's…unresolved.
Drew: Yeah, maybe.
Curtis: Do you have feelings for her?
Drew gets off the couch and rubs his temples in frustration.
Drew: You sound like Kim.
Curtis: Kim asked you straight out?
Drew: Yeah, she did. And… I don't know. I never looked at her in that way before. But now, things are…
Curtis: Different?
Drew: Complicated.
Curtis: I get it. I mean, you both experienced a tremendous loss and starting up something now is bad timing.
Drew: It's not just about the timing.
Curtis: Then what is it about?
Drew: Sam.
Curtis: Now you know how much I love Sam…
Drew: But?
Curtis: But…she's with Jason now. And they seem happy.
Drew: I know.
Curtis: Good. I just don't want you to hold back because you're hoping you still have a chance.
Drew: I'm not. I know I don't stand a chance with her. But a part of me can't stop loving her. Believe me, I wish it wasn't the case but it is. I know all the reasons why it's over but when I see her I just…
Curtis: I know. You're probably right about not starting anything with Kim.
Drew: I know what it's like, trying to be with someone whose heart isn't in it 100%. And it hurts like hell. If I could spare Kim any more pain, I will.
Curtis: I get, brother.
Curtis pulls Drew into a hug. He releases him with a pat on the back.
Curtis: Let me take you out for a bite. My treat.
Drew: Thanks for the offer but can't I take a rain check?
Curtis: Yeah, of course.
Curtis leaves as Drew stares at a picture of Oscar.
EXT. CITY PARK – MORNING
Margeux is sitting on a park bench with a coffee, reading the Port Charles newspaper. The headline criticizes PCPD and the DA's office in how they handled the Ryan murders and the Dawn of Day Cult. She throws the paper down in frustration. Sonny sees her from afar and approaches.
Sonny: Wouldn't it be something if you had to prosecute yourself for littering?
Margeux: Littering offenses wouldn't reach the office of the district attorney. It would be a simple citation and a fine.
Sonny: Still…wouldn't be a good look.
Margeux: I think I'm past that now.
Sonny picks up the newspaper and looks at Margeux.
Sonny sits down next to her on the bench.
Margeux: Please don't sit there.
Sonny: On a public bench?
Margeux: On a public bench next to me. It will look like we're in cahoots. I don't want people to think you're bribing me.
Sonny smiles.
Sonny: Would it work?
Margeux: No. I bet those dimples really work on most women.
Sonny: I can't lie; they've served me pretty well over the years.
Margeux sighs.
Sonny: I wouldn't worry about all this.
Margeux: About what?
She grabs the newspaper out of his hands and points to the article.
Margeux: About the poll that states 65% of Port Charles residents think I'm incompetent? Or how about the 74% in favour of a new DA?
Sonny: 74% isn't that bad.
Margeux: You failed math as a kid, didn't you?
Sonny shrugs.
Sonny: It could be worse.
Margeux: Thanks.
Sonny: If it makes you feel any better, I'm not always good at my job.
Margeux: Your job as a criminal? If that was the case, I would have been able to lock you up by now. So thanks for pointing out another failure of mine.
Sonny: I meant as a coffee importer.
Margeux: Ordered the wrong bag of beans?
Sonny laughs.
Sonny: I have had my fair share of damaging headlines in the newspaper. Trust me when I tell you, after the first 10, it won't even matter.
Margeux glares at him.
Margeux puts the newspaper in a nearby recycle bin. She sighs heavily and turns to face Sonny, who is still sitting on the park bench.
Margeux: I really hate you.
Sonny: Still?
Margeux: Yeah still. Maybe more than before if that's possible.
Sonny: And here I thought we were friends.
Margeux: On one hand, you're this ruthless, unfeeling, pathological murderer, who I want to shove into a tiny, cold cell with a bunkmate named Biff.
Sonny raises his eyebrows.
Margeux: And on the other, you're this charming, funny, strangely empathetic man, who manages to make me feel slightly less ineffectual, which is ironic and unsettling since my whole motivation for moving here was to lock you up.
Sonny: I also have nice dimples.
Margeux: Like I said. Hate.
Carly comes around the corner and spots Sonny & Margaux.
Carly: You never let up, do you?
Margeux glares at Carly as Sonny sighs.
Sonny gets off the bench and walks over to Carly.
Sonny: Carly, there's no need to—
Carly: I'm guessing you saw the newspaper this morning, huh? Thought you would try to save face and go after Sonny again?
Margeux: What can I say? You caught me.
Carly: Why don't you just cut your losses? I would say it's getting embarrassing but I think we can both agree it's beyond that now.
Margeux: You would know all about embarrassment wouldn't you, Carly?
Margeux walks away, leaving Carly stewing in her anger.
Sonny: Carly, just leave it alone.
Carly: No. She is trying to trap you, Sonny. Why are you letting her?
Sonny: I'm not letting her do anything, Carly. Our paths crossed, I commented on the headlines and that was that.
Carly: You need to speak to Diane about getting a restraining order. She won't stop until she locks you up, you know that right?
Sonny: I wouldn't worry about it. With the murders and that Dawn of Day cult, Margeux has too much on her plate to worry about me or my business.
INT. SAM'S PENTHOUSE – LIVING ROOM – MORNING
Sam walks into the living room with Danny's lunch. She puts it in his school bag as she yells for him upstairs.
Sam: Danny, let's get a move on or we'll be late for school.
There is a knock on the door. Sam opens it. It's Jason. They kiss each other good morning.
Jason walks in.
Jason: Danny's still not ready yet?
Sam: No. I swear this kid is going to drive me insane. If Scout hadn't spent the night at Monica's, I would've had to drop her off first at daycare and Danny would miss part of class.
Jason: She spent the night with Monica?
Sam: Yeah. Monica actually wanted both of the kids over but it was a school night for Danny. Since Oscar passed away, I think she just wants to be closer to her grandkids.
Jason: I get it. But you know, if I were here, maybe the mornings wouldn't be so hectic.
Sam: What do you mean? You're here now.
Jason: I mean, what if I moved back in?
Sam is taken aback by his suggestion.
Sam: You want to move in? How long have you been thinking about that?
Jason: A while.
Sam: Wow.
Jason: If you don't want me to that's fine—
Sam: No it's not that I don't want you to; it's just that…it's a big step.
Jason: Not really. It's not like we haven't lived together before.
Sam: I know that but it's different now. With kids…
Jason: Yeah.
Sam sighs.
Jason: I can tell you don't want to. Forget I said anything.
Sam: No, don't do that. Don't shut it down. We should talk about this.
Jason and Sam sit on the couch.
Sam: It's not that I don't want to live with you. From what I remember you're a pretty decent roommate. You're clean, you do laundry and you can cook, which is a definite perk.
Jason smiles.
Jason: Thanks.
Sam: But I have to consider my kids and the impact on them. I want them to have consistency, which means I can't just rush into something like this.
Jason: I understand.
Sam: I mean, we didn't live together before we got married.
Jason: That's true. Would you…consider marriage again?
Sam smiles.
Sam: Are you saying it's on the table?
Jason: At some point, definitely.
Jason pulls Sam into an embrace.
INT. METROCOURT - RESTAURANT– LATE MORNING
Sonny and Carly are eating brunch. Carly checks her phone, reading a text to Michael that has gone unanswered. Sonny puts down his glass and shakes his head.
Sonny: Leave him alone, Carly.
Carly: What? I'm checking the hotel work schedule.
Sonny: Michael will ask for help if he needs it.
Carly: He needs it now. I can feel it.
Sonny: He's doing fine.
Carly: I guess.
Sonny: Is it just me or do you want him to fail at fatherhood?
Carly: How can you say that? Of course I don't want him to fail. I just…
Sonny: Want to feel needed? I get it. But Michael has to find his own way.
Carly: I agree. It's why I'm not liking this Willow girl getting involved. Michael shouldn't let her get close to Jonah.
Sonny: She seems nice to me.
Carly: I never said she wasn't. But she lost a child, Sonny. You and I both know what that's like. She is trying to replace the child she lost. And I'm not saying she being malicious but Michael has dealt with enough crazy women to last a lifetime.
Sonny: I don't disagree. But the harder you push, the more he will get involved with this girl.
Carly: Speaking of pushing, are you really not going do anything about the Margeux situation?
Sonny wipes his mouth with a napkin.
Sonny: How can I do something about a non-situation?
Carly: She isn't going to stop, Sonny.
Sonny: And I already told you she has enough on her plate.
Carly: Or that's what she wants you to think.
Sonny sighs as Jason walks off the elevator.
Carly: Finally. Jason, can you talk some sense into Sonny about Margeux? He doesn't see the problem.
Sonny: Because there isn't one.
Jason: Are you sure?
jason sits down at the table.
Sonny: Not you too.
Carly: This morning, Margeux approached Sonny in the park.
Jason: What did she say?
Sonny: First of all, she didn't approach me, alright. Our paths crossed. It was a short conversation and she seemed more concerned about what the polls said than going after me.
Carly: But that's exactly it, Sonny. She will do whatever she can to change public perception. That means putting you away. Jason, please convince him to get Diane to file a restraining order.
Sonny: And you don't think that will provoke her more?
Jason: Sonny's right. It will make him look like he has something to hide.
Sonny: Thank you.
Carly looks unconvinced.
Jason: As of right now, Margeux isn't a threat. Business is calm so there is no need create problems where there aren't any.
Sonny: Exactly
Jason: But that doesn't mean we shouldn't be careful. If Margeux approaching you becomes a habit, you have to tell me. I will put feelers out to our connections at the PCPD to see if she is building a case against you.
Sonny: Done.
Jason: And Carly, just relax. The last thing we need is you provoking Margeux while you're pregnant.
Carly: Fine.
INT. KELLY'S –LATE MORNING
Drew is sitting at a table in Kelly's. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out the flash drive with his memories. He flashes back to his conversation with Peter at Aurora, where Peter informed him that the procedure would cause him to lose all the memories he made while in Port Charles. Kim walks into Kelly's and sits at the table.
Drew: Hey. How did the moving go?
Kim: It went ok. I followed behind to make sure goodwill received all of his things.
Drew: I wish you had let me go with you.
Kim: I know but I needed the time to think.
Drew: I understand. Speaking of that, I've been doing some thinking of my own.
Kim: About?
Drew: Getting my memories back.
Kim looks uneasy.
Kim: I thought you said that the procedure was too dangerous.
Drew: It is.
Kim: So? Why are you considering this?
Drew: Before Oscar died, we talked about bravery. He was scared and I kept telling him how brave he was. Facing the unknown. He wondered if I felt the same way when I joined the military. I couldn't answer him. He asked me why I was afraid to do the procedure.
Kim: Did you tell him that you didn't want to forget the memories you made with your children?
Drew: I did. And he told me that he wanted me to be my true self. But I think more than anything, he didn't want you to be alone. That even though I would forget him, I would remember you.
Kim is taken aback.
Kim: I'm fine.
Drew: No you're not. Because I'm not fine. I met Oscar less than 2 years ago. You raised him from the beginning.
Kim nervously plays with her napkin.
Kim: Is that what this is about? You want to forget the pain?
Drew: Partly. The only person stopping me is Scout. I want to be able to tell her about the day I found out she was coming. The night I felt her kicked for the first time. The night she was born.
Kim: You can if you don't go through with it, Drew. Please. She deserves to have her dad and I can't lose you too.
Kim puts her hand on his. Drew gives her a weak smile.