(continued from previous scene: Dixie is leaning up against Tad's chest, hugging him. They both are quickly lost and sit holding each other. Dixie looks down)

"What else is wrong?" he asked, leaning back to look at her.

She twisted her head slowly, "nothing, really."

"Come on," he said, messaging her shoulders. "You tense up, you look down, you're distant. Tell me what's going on."

"It's just..." she began. "Things are so weird lately. JR he's...he's got such an attitude, Tad. I...I didn't raise him like that. He used to be so respectful and even when he started doing drugs he wasn't lashing out at everyone. Tad...I don't know what to do. He's my son, he's a piece of me and I cannot even raise him enough that he says 'yes, ma'am' and 'no, sir' you know?"

"Don't be so hard on him, Dix. He's a teenager. I don't even want to begin my story of being a teenager---"

"...and I don't want to hear it." She smiled. "I'd like to think my son is a little less of a...what was it...'cad' than others."

"Hey, look how the 'cad' ended up, eh? I'm here aren't I?"

"That's not the point. He used to be so focused. On his music, on his grades...I'd be happy if it were on girls or video games or something other than drugs. You didn't see the way he acted with Adam...well, even the way he acted with you. Tad, you've been everything but his father since...since always, I was angry with you but he was beyond that. I just, I don't know where I went wrong."

"Is he going to the shrink?"

"Psychiatrist, Tad. He's supposed to. But I can't help but look back and wonder what started all of this. It wasn't Hayward--JR wouldn't just take drugs like candy being offered to him, you know?"

"I wouldn't underestimate Hayward."

"Tad," she warned. "I'm afraid it's because...or I'm afraid the psychiatrist is going to say it's his environment. I'm detramental to my son...am I? Did I put him through more than he should've gone through?

"Dix, he's Adam Chandler's son. That alone...explains a lot, I'm sure it's hereditary."

"Don't insult him, Tad." She said, putting her hands on his chest, as if to stop him. "He's my son before he's Adam's son all right?"

"Dixie, it's me you're talking to. I've been here...the whole time. I know JR. He may not like to think I do--but I don't mean I know what he's thinking or even his perspective on a few things, but I know his general response to things. What JR needs is a punching bag, maybe a military camp or something."

"Tad, I would never send my son to a military camp."

"That's why it was a joke, but he's going to start acting out--"

"Why, though? That's what I want to know. Do I not give him enough attention? Have I not always told him I loved him, that he's the only thing in my life?" she begged. She moved back to his arms, nudging her head against his chest. "Tad, I love him so much and I...I don't want him to find out too late. With this girl...Frankie's death, I just feel that he's starting to get on the wrong side of things and I'm worried for him. I'm so scared."

At that moment, JR burst into the room. "What Mom, you think I'm gonna kill myself because you don't love me?" he yelled, sarcastically.

"JR!" she responded, turning around quickly.

"Who the Hell do you think I am? Do you listen to me at all? Have you ever?"

He stood behind the couch, Dixie slowly stood up to answer him. "JR, I've always been here for you. What have I done that makes you hate me so much?"

"Let's see," he began. "First of all, you don't trust me. That goes a long way, let's make that count for two."

"JR you're on drugs!" Tad interjected, standing up. "You've been on drugs for a while and you lied about it. How can we trust you?"

"That's just it," JR began, calmly. "You keep saying 'we' but there is no 'we' here, all right. There is me, my father and my mother and you are not a part of it. You may screw my mom when you feel like it but that will never make you my father!"

"JR!" Dixie screamed. He ran out of the door, slamming it behind him. The house was quiet for a minute, the remeaning inhabitants, speechless. Dixie began choking on air, she fell on to the couch crying. Tad caught her and held her to his chest.

"Tad, I..." she cried. "I'm so awful to do this to my son. Look what I've made him. He hates me."