Prodigal Son
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Malcolm: Way to go, mom.
Ainsley: I don't know. I have done a lot of reading on Endicott pharmaceuticals, and honestly, they're kinda shady. I mean dad used to do research on them, and I'm pretty sure he just gave me the once over.
Jessica: I'd say that was a lowlight.
Martin: You slept with him, didn't you? Good thing you never say no.
I forbid you from continuing this investigation. Malcolm Whitly, I am still your father!
Martin
Jessica: What is wrong with me? What is it about me that I attract these horrible men?
Gil: There is nothing wrong with you, and there are good men out there too.
Jessica: I had a chance with a good man. I screwed it up.
Gil: We both did.
Malcolm: Why are you here? What is this?
Martin: Well, isn't that obvious? It's a family reunion.
Dani: JT, you good?
Martin: So this is JT. I've met the whole team. Hi! I'm Martin. Good thing you came in when you did. I was being brutally attacked
It takes a special kind of monster to turn someone else into one.
Martin
Jessica: Gil, we didn't miss our window. I slammed it shut.
Gil: You were right to. I met Jackie. Had a whole life. We moved on, Jess, no regrets.
Jessica: I have regrets. I do. I told you we were from different worlds.
Gil: We are.
Jessica: That's not why I ended things. I was scared. You were the one good thing in my son's life. I let you believe that you weren't good enough for me because it was easier than admitting that I would never be good enough for you.
Gil: You're good enough, Jess. You have always been good enough.
I've raided drug dealers' houses and turned up less incriminating evidence.
Gil
Ballerina: Dancers live by a code. Pirouettes, cigarettes, easy sex.
Both Ballerinas: No regrets.
Gil: Jess, what are you doing here?
Nick: Jess and I had lunch.
Jessica: And it ran late
Eve: The girl in the box that Malcolm found. Her name is Sophie Sanders.
Martin: Huh. How do you know that?
Eve: She was my sister. Where is she?
Martin: I'm afraid I don't know.
Eve: You were wrong; this is a waste of time. Your son thought you would tell me the truth. But I knew better. You're not some self-styled genius. It's all fake. Pretend. You're not a surgeon. You're not a father. You're not even a man.
Malcolm: Eve.
Eve: You are a void. A hole that consumed anyone unfortunate enough to meet you. Like your son. Like my sister.
