Call 9-1-1!

We resume this episode in Patrick Crixus office. Valencia is crying because she realizes that Ashlyn knows about she and Patrick. Adrienne is instigating and Ashlyn is enraged and yelling at Patrick.


Patrick: All you bitches get the fuck out!

Ashlyn: Bitches? Bitches? You’re the BITCH DENNIS a.k.a. Patrick! Who just walks out on their wife letting her hold the bag? I thought you said you loved me! You owe me an explanation and I don’t want to hear any damn bull from you either!

Patrick: I don’t have to answer any of your questions. I would just really appreciate you all leaving me alone.

Adrienne: I bet you would!

Ashlyn: Uh, Adrienne, could you excuse us please?

Adrienne walks out of the building and into the parking lot. Ashlyn watches her walk away and then begins to speak again.

Ashlyn: I would have appreciated you telling me that you weren’t interested in being with me anymore or that you were GAY or that you hated me and you were leaving. But, for you to just leave and for me to find out that all this time you were here…in Cravencrest! This is insane!

Patrick: Listen, I didn’t want to do this to you but, Marlon was trying to get close to you so he could get to your money. I told him about your parents and your trust fund and he said he would tell my partners in the firm I was gay unless I went along with it. I’m sorry. That’s all I’ve got to tell you.

Ashlyn: That’s all? That’s all? No, I need you to tell me why you deceived me from the beginning Patrick! Why didn’t you keep it real? I can’t understand that. I go by the last name Davis and that name is strictly made up! You’re not Dennis Davis, you’re Patrick Crixus…why?

Patrick: I needed to reinvent myself. I wanted to get out of my relationship with Marlon and I knew the only way was to marry someone. We met in Vegas and hit it off so I figured why not you? Is that what you wanted to hear? Damn.

Ashlyn: How dare you act annoyed with me? You’re evil. I’m glad that you’re out of my life. You had better thank God that I know him because if I didn’t, you’d be dead. Valencia, I suggest you abort that baby before Drexel finds out.

Ashlyn brushes by Valencia on her way out and says…

Ashlyn: I’ll see you bright and early tomorrow. Don’t start slacking.

Valencia is distraught. She walks out of his office and collapses. Mandy (Patrick’s receptionist) screams. Patrick gets up and walks into the hall to see Valencia passed out on the floor. Ashlyn rushes to Valencia’s side.

Ashlyn: Oh my God! Call 9-1-1! I should call Drexel.

Ashlyn grabs Valencia’s phone out of her purse. She looks up Drexel’s name and calls him.

Ring, ring, ring….

Drexel: Hey baby, I thought you were on your way. Where are you?

Ashlyn: Uh, Drexel this is Ashlyn, Valencia’s boss…there’s been an accident.

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I Like You Too...

We begin this episode just outside of Gardenia Park. Peyton is standing with Lorna outside the park gates waiting on Aletha’s driver to show up….


Peyton: This is crazy…what am I doing?

Lorna: Will you chill? You’re making me nervous! Dang!

Peyton: I don’t know what to do on a date with a woman! Maybe I should say I have to go to class.

Lorna: Really Peyton? It’s the summer and school is out. C’mon…don’t be silly.

Peyton: Well, it could be Summer school.

Lorna: It could be but, you’re not in summer school. Just relax! I’m just a phone call away if you need to bail.

Peyton takes a deep breath. She knows that she’s excited but, she still feels nervous. She turns to Lorna…

Peyton: Okay, what if Gregory finds out.

Lorna: Who is that again?

Peyton: Aletha’s husband…the one I made out with! HEL-LO!!

Lorna: Well, I don’t know about all that. No body said that you’re going to have a girlfriend or anything. Just go and see what it’s about. Be adventurous for ONCE in your life.

Peyton rolls her eyes.

Peyton: You’re right. I do always play it safe…I just hope this doesn’t blow up in my face.

A Lincoln Town Car pulls up to in front of the ladies. The driver steps out of the car and opens the back door facing the girls. As Peyton is getting in, she looks back at Lorna who is motioning her to get in. Lorna holds her hand up to her ear and whispers “call me”….

Driver: Miss, please open the box next to you.

Peyton: I’m sorry, were you saying something.

Driver: Yes Miss, please open the box on the seat next to you.

Peyton looks down at the small brown box with a pink bow. She opens the card next to it and it reads: “The sweetest thing I’ve known” – A

She opens the box and it’s a large red velvet cupcake with Peyton spelled out in different color sugar. Peyton closes the box and thinks to her self…

Peyton: That is the most unique thing anyone has ever done for me.

The car stops in front of “Corlinda’s Confections”, a small boutique bakery. The driver opens Peyton’s door and escorts her inside the bakery.


Aletha is standing near the counter in a floral, ruffled blouse and a high waist cream pencil skirt with bone colored pumps. She smiles when she sees Peyton and walks over to give her a hug.


Peyton is caught off guard by the hug and tenses when Aletha puts her arms around her. Aletha whispers into her ear…

Aletha: Just relax, I don’t bite.

Peyton lets out a nervous giggle.

Aletha: Why don’t we sit down over here and chat?

Peyton: Okay.

Aletha: So, what made you call me? I was sure that Greg and I had scared you away.

Peyton: You did scare me. I guess I called because I wanted to step outside of myself in a way. I appreciated the lift. What do you do that you can afford a driver?

Aletha: I’m the Editor-In-Chief of “Crave Mag”. The “driver” is one of our freelance photographers. The car belongs to the magazine. We use it for clients and such. I wanted to make a good impression. Did it work?

Peyton: I guess.

Peyton looks down and smiles.

Corlinda comes out and places an assortment of petite fours, mini-cup cakes, cookies and brownies in front of them. She also places a bottle of Moscato and two glasses on the table. She pats Aletha on the back and walks away.

Aletha: Corlinda is one of my dearest friends, I asked her to prepare a little sweet spread for us. Dig in! You do eat sweets don’t you?

Peyton: Oh! That reminds me, um, thank you for the beautiful cup cake. I left it in the car. Oh my goodness.

Aletha: It’s okay, that was meant to impress you too. Mason, the “driver” will put it in my office.

Peyton: I feel bad, you’re all dressed up and I’m just wearing a sundress.

Aletha: Don’t worry, you look beautiful. I was at work remember? So, you’re a student at Bontemps?

Peyton: Yes, I graduate in August, well, I’ll be done in August but, I won’t walk until December.

Aletha: What’s your major?

Aletha takes a bite of a german chocolate mini-cupcake and says…

Aletha: Mmm…I’m sorry hold that thought. Taste this.

She holds the half eaten cupcake up to Peyton’s lips. Peyton hesitates to bite it. Aletha accidently bumps the cupcake into Peyton’s lips.


Peyton eats the smashed cupcake and reaches for a napkin. Aletha has frosting on her hand and says…

Aletha: Here, eat this too.

She puts her fingers on Peyton’s lips and Peyton eats the frosting. Aletha smiles. Peyton laughs and covers her mouth with her hands.

Aletha: Now, about your major?

Peyton: Well, I’m a double major in Biology and Zoology. I want to be a veterinarian.

Aletha: A Black veterinarian? Okay.

Peyton: I must admit, I feel awkward being here knowing that I just made out with your husband a couple of weeks ago.

Aletha: Trust me, he’s already moved on. I think the girl’s name is Karrisa.

Peyton: Karrisa? Wow.

Aletha: You know her?

Peyton: Yeah, she’s my homegirl…that’s crazy! Oh, well.

Aletha: Yeah, Greg and I have been over for a while. It’s time to move on.

Peyton: Well, I can’t say I would want to be in an open marriage so, I feel you. Just let it be and find your true love.

Aletha: If only it were that simple. Why are you single?

Peyton: I haven’t met the right one yet.

Aletha: You know, there is something about you. You’re special. I liked you from the first time I saw you.

Peyton: Please, you’re making me blush.

Aletha puts her hand on Peyton’s leg under the table.

Aletha: No seriously, I like you.

Peyton bites into a brownie.

Peyton: I like you too…..

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You Owe Me an Explanation...

We begin this episode in the parking lot of Carlson, Cape and Crixus. Valencia is sitting in the parking lot crying in her car. She has the radio on the oldies station and every song that comes on reminds her of her boyfriend Drexel. She wipes her face and pulls down the visor mirror. She begins to re-apply her make-up when her phone rings…


Valencia: Hey baby, I was literally just thinking about you.

Drexel: You were?

She smiles as she is applying her mascara.

Valencia: Yeah, I was.

Drexel: Val, is there something you need to tell me?

Valencia: Uh, no. Why?

Drexel: You know the only thing that could hurt us is deceit. If there is something wrong, we can make it better together. I love you, you know that right?

Valencia: Yeah, baby, I know. What’s going on? Is there something you need to tell ME? You’re scaring me.

Drexel: Yeah, there is something wrong…you’re lying to me.

Valencia: I don’t know what you want me to tell you Drexel. Why are you picking a fight?

Drexel: You know I empty the trashcans Valencia. Tell me about this positive pregnancy test that was under mounds of paper towels in the bathroom trash.

Valencia: I, I…

Drexel: Tell me Val! What’s going on?

Valencia: I’m pregnant.

Drexel: Why are you keeping things from me? Why did I have to empty the trash to find out?

Valencia: I just wanted to tell you when I sorted out my feelings.

Drexel: So, we live together, we’ve built a life together but, you need to sort out your feelings? Listen, I don’t know if it’s the hormones or if you’re scared or what but, I need you to know that I will love and protect my child. I want us to be a family.

Valencia: You do?

Drexel: I do. I can’t wait to look into our baby’s eyes. I am so excited! Just please be open with me because I need to know we can be real with each other.

Valencia: Okay baby. I love you and I’ll see you soon. I’m sorry.

Drexel: It’s okay. Hurry up and come home so I can put my arms around the both of you!

Valencia is feeling somewhat relieved as she steps out of her car and walks toward Patrick’s office. She walks right past the receptionist and straight into Patrick’s office. Marlon and Patrick are arguing when she walks toward the door. The receptionist runs after her and tries to coax her back into the waiting area. She ignores the receptionist and stands in the doorway. The men don’t notice her and continue arguing. The receptionist stands there as well. She was unaware that Mr. Crixus is gay and is in awe.

Patrick: So, you’re backing out? I can’t believe you Marlon!

Marlon is looking down at his nails. He buffs them against his shirt. He looks dryly up at Patrick.

Marlon: Believe it. I’m done with this shady shit and I’m done with you too. Unlike you, I really care about Ashlyn and I’m telling her what’s been going on the past nine months.

Patrick: You’re delusional. You think she’s going to tolerate, let alone forgive a has been faggot who tried to siphon money from her? C’mon Marlon, you don’t want to do this. What about us? What about all the years we spent together?

Marlon: Patrick, Dennis or whoever you’re pretending to be…listen to me…it’s over. Out of the six years we were together, I had to lie to friends, hide from neighbors and sneak around like a teenager on punishment. I realize that I wasn’t in love with you, I was in love with the fact that someone wanted me. Anyway, why do you think I would never sleep with you? It wasn’t because I was scared, it was because I genuinely didn’t want to. I chose celibacy over sleeping with you. That should have been a red flag. So, let’s just let it go and go our separate ways.

Patrick: Okay Marlon, I’ll level with you. If you go through with this, I’ll give you a 70% cut. Gabrielle is going to double my portion when I invest in Silver Records anyway.

After watching them go back and forth Valencia becomes enraged that she slept with Patrick unprotected. She slams the door and screams, I’M PREGNANT YOU BASTARD! Both Marlon and Patrick turn towards her. Marlon’s mouth is wide open and Patrick is stunned.

Patrick: You’re what? Not by me.

Marlon: Well, look at this mess! You’re a screwed up man Patrick. I don’t care about that bitch Gabrielle and I don’t care about you. I should report both of your embezzling asses! One day, someone is going to kill you.

Marlon brushes past Valencia on his way out the door. He opens the door and slams it after him.

Valencia: I’m pregnant and I need money for an abortion.

Patrick: Okay.

Valencia: Don’t “okay” me Patrick. You know what we did that night.

Patrick: Just because I got drunk and told you some things doesn’t mean I’m a sucker too. I’m not giving you shit. Get the fuck out of my damn office.

Valencia: You know what? I have half a mind to have this baby and sue your behind for all you’re worth.

Patrick: You won’t get my pocket lint, you trick!

Valencia: Trick? Okay. Fine, I just hope…

Receptionist: Mr. Crixus, a Mrs. Davis here to see you.

He presses the intercom button.

Patrick: I don’t know a Mrs. Davis, take a message.

Receptionist: Uh, sir…

Patrick: I said take a message Mandy!

Adrienne and Ashlyn bursts through Patrick’s doors. Ashlyn walks up to his desk and knocks everything off of it. Valencia is totally surprised and starts crying. She turns around and says…

Ashlyn: Funny seeing you here Val.

Valencia: I’m so sorry, I, I didn’t know…I mean I knew but…oh God.

Adrienne: Yeah, you didn’t know that Ashlyn was my cousin huh?

Ashlyn: Shut up Adrienne, I believe her.

Patrick: All you bitches get the fuck out!

Ashlyn: Bitches? Bitches? You’re the BITCH DENNIS a.k.a. Patrick! Who just walks out on their wife letting her hold the bag? I thought you said you loved me! You owe me an explanation and I don’t want to hear any damn bull from you either!

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I Think I'm Excited...

We begin this episode at Gardenia Park. It’s a warm spring day and the park is teeming with people. Lovers are picnicking on the lush grass, owners are playing Frisbee with their dogs, children are building castles in the sandbox and families are taking leisurely strolls through the winding park paths. Peyton is sitting on a park bench next to Lorna. They’re eating snow cones and catching up with one another.


Lorna: Girl, my life has been crazy the past few months. That’s why I haven’t called you. Life has been taking me to all these new places.

Peyton: It’s okay. Trust me, it’s been a similar situation with me.

She swats at a mosquito.

Peyton: I have been involved in the craziest stuff here lately.

Lorna: Not you Miss. Prim and Proper!

They both laugh.

Peyton: You wouldn’t believe this stuff if I told you! Trust me. Anyway, it’s such a beautiful day today. I can’t even remember what the cold felt like.

Lorna: Try me.

Peyton: Huh?

Lorna: Try me. You said that I wouldn’t believe you if you told me. So, tell me and see if I believe you.

Peyton: Now, why would you want to go and ruin a perfect afternoon?

Lorna gives Peyton a look and sucks her teeth.

Peyton: Okay, okay! Dang, you’re starting to make me feel bad. Well, long story short, I made out with a professor…

Lorna: Damn Peyt!

Peyton: Uh, don’t call me Peyt…you know I hate that!

Lorna: And….

Peyton sighs heavily and rolls her eyes.

Peyton: Well, we made out in his house during his birthday party. His wife comes home and starts to freak out. After I go to read him his rights about being married, his wife tells me they’re in an open marriage and hits on me! She gave me her card and told me she wanted to go for a drink sometime. I was too through!

Lorna: What the hell?

Peyton: I know! He was so suave and distinguished. He’s only 28. He even listens to the same music as I do. We made out in his “music room” of all places! I really saw myself developing something there. I was knocked off my feet when his wife came in the house and started tearing the club up!

Lorna: So, what are you going to do?

Peyton: What do you mean; what am I going to do? I’m not going to pursue anything with a married man. I have to protect my heart. I don’t care about their open marriage.

Lorna: No, not about him! I’m talking about the chick.

Peyton: Chile please! I’m not calling that heffa! I’m not trying to get caught up in any foolishness. Plus, hel-lo…I’m not gay!

Lorna: I’m not either but, the best date I ever went on was with a woman.

Peyton: Are you serious? When did all this happen?

Lorna: I told you it’s been a crazy couple of months.

Peyton: Lorna, you know that isn’t you.

Lorna: What isn’t me? Needing compassion and a soft caress from time to time? Needing someone who understands what I am feeling without having to speak? Wanting someone to make love to my mind as well as my body? Which part of that isn’t me?

Peyton: I don’t know uh, maybe the part that just said that YOU AREN’T GAY!

Lorna: Listen Peyton, I don’t know about you but, I’m tired of being tired. I want to be with someone who appreciates and respects me. Someone I can enjoy every aspect of life with.  Someone that doesn’t require complete submission on my part. I am ready to do what it takes to find that someone are you?  Who is to say that your someone is a man?

Peyton: Well, I never looked at it that way. These brothas are tired.

Lorna: Girl, these ruff and tumble negroes these days! Just call her. Call her right now.

Peyton: I threw her card in my purse…

She digs through her bag.

Peyton: I can’t believe I let you talk me into this!

Lorna: You’ll be thanking me shortly.

Peyton: Oh God! It’s ringing.

Receptionist:  Aletha Hill's office.

Peyton:  Mrs. Hill please.

Receptionist:  One moment please.
Aletha: Aletha Hill speaking.

Peyton: Uh, Aletha, yes, uh, this is Peyton.

Aletha: Ah yes, Peyton with the beautiful brown eyes.

Peyton: Uh huh…I was wondering if you’d still be interested in getting that drink?

Aletha: Of course! Where are you now?

Peyton: Oh, I’m in Gardenia Park. I can…

Aletha: I’ll have my driver pick you up in 30 minutes. See you soon.

Peyton: 30 minutes…okay.

Aletha: See you soon sweetness.

Peyton closes her phone and blankly stares off into space.

Lorna: What did she say?

Peyton: We’re meeting in 30 minutes. She’s sending her driver.

Lorna: Damn!  Her driver? 

Peyton:  Yeah...I think I’m excited.

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Can You Believe That Bitch?

We begin this episode at the apartment of Tasha and Wesley. Tasha is sitting on the living room floor with wedding magazines and pamphlets spread out around her. She is dressed in a white fitted t-shirt, gold shorts and white ankle socks. Her hair is in a messy bun and she’s in full make-up.



Wesley walks in the living room from the kitchen. He steps over the magazines and caresses Tasha’s face.

Wesley: You are so beautiful.  Why all the make-up?

She smiles back up at him and stands up to give him a hug.

Tasha: Thank you baby. I'm just trying out different looks for my wedding make-up.  I know this one is wild. I can’t believe I’m going to be Mrs. Eastfall. It’s still so surreal.

She picks up a magazine and shows Wesley one of the bridesmaid dresses.

Wesley: Who’s going to wear that? Not Corlis’ big ass I know!

Tasha: You had better get off of my friend!

She playfully nudges him.

Wesley: Get off your friend? She had better get off that Mickey D’s!

Tasha: Shut up boy!

There’s a knock at the door. Then the doorbell begins to ring.

Tasha: Who do you think that is? Are you expecting anyone?

Wesley: No, I’m not…let me see who it is. Probably a Jehovah’s Witness.

Wesley opens the door and sees Gabrielle standing there with a sharply dressed white woman holding a leather portfolio.

Wesley: Hey Gabby! “Harpo, who dis woo-mun?”

He laughs.

Wesley: I’m sorry, just joking. Why don’t you ladies come on in?

Gabrielle and her associate walk-in the apartment.

Wesley: Color Purple.

Gabrielle: Excuse me?

Wesley: Oh, uh, “Harpo, who dis woo-mun?” that’s from the Color…never mind.

She looks at him puzzled.

Wesley: Don’t front, you know you’ve seen it! I’m sorry Ms. I didn’t catch your name.

Cadence: That’s probably because I didn’t throw it. You must be the groom. I’m Cadence Valor of Valor Events. I’ll be planning your wedding.

Wesley: Uh, baby, could you come here for a moment?

Tasha walks into the foyer and sees Gabrielle. She feels anxious and frustrated that she is at their home. She feigns joy to see her.

Tasha: Hey Soror! How are you?

She turns to Cadence and extends her hand.

Tasha: Hi I’m Tasha McAllister and your name?

Cadence: I’m Cadence Valor of Valor Events. I’ll be planning your wedding.

Tasha: Pleased to meet you.

They shake hands.

Cadence: Yes, charmed.

Tasha: Wait, did I just hear you say that you’ll be planning my wedding?

She turns and looks at Wesley. He looks at Gabrielle.

Gabrielle: Well, mother and I thought it would be a lovely PR opportunity for us to showcase our newest and brightest artist. Of course we couldn’t have him getting married in some understated ceremony and reception. They’ll be photographers and reporters there and we need a first class event. Even though we’re Silver Records we only deal in Platinum.

Tasha: Uh, that is most definitely a spectacular idea!

Gabrielle: You think so?

Wesley: Baby, you think so for real?

Tasha: Yes, I really do. I think it’s a spectacular idea for someone else. Let me explain something to you Gabby. This is OUR wedding. The only people we are concerned about are GOD, Tasha and Wesley. I could care less about what you and your mother think. In fact, why don’t you and Ms. Valor remove yourself from my presence! I’m going to need you to do that no later than NOW!

She walks over and opens the door.

Gabrielle: Okay so, what you’re saying is, you’re passing up a free wedding planner and the opportunity to have a spectacular event?

Wesley: What she said is that she didn’t want Silver’s involvement in our wedding! You’re crossing the line Gabrielle. Seriously.

Cadence: I need to take a call Gabrielle, I’ll be in the car.

Tasha: Yeah, you do that! Gabrielle, please don’t let the door knob hit you on the way out.

Gabrielle: Wesley, was I crossing the line with your record contract or your unmerited 50k signing bonus?

Tasha: Bitch! You are not going to stand in this house and disrespect us. Who do you think you are? I know who you are and you’re not this high powered executive you’re pretending to be. Why don’t you crawl back underneath your father’s money where your mama is hiding!

Wesley: Tasha! Go in the back, I’ll handle this.

Tasha: No, I’m standing right here, this chick has lost her damn mind!

He looks at Tasha with a stern face.

Wesley: Tasha, I said I’d handle it. Go in the back.

He watches her walk away and disappear into the den. Tasha slams the door behind her.

Wesley: Gabby, what is all this? You have got to chill.

Gabrielle: I am chilling Wesley. I just want the best for you. Can’t I take care of you?

Wesley: No, don’t take care of me. We’re not on that level and you know it. I’m not joking. I love that girl and you are not going to hurt her and mess this up.

Gabrielle puts her well manicured index finger over Wesley’s lips and says…

Gabrielle: I can’t do anything you won’t allow me to do.

She stands on her tip toes and kisses him. He pushes her over the threshold of the door and slams it in her face.

Tasha walks out of the den.

Tasha: Can you believe that bitch? Wesley is that lipstick on your lips?

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I'm Going to Handle My Business

We begin this episode at Ashlyn’s loft.


Buzz, buzz. Buzz, buzz.

Ashlyn presses the button to speak.

Ashlyn: Adrienne is that you?

Adrienne: Yeah, it’s me. Would you buzz me in please? It’s some shady characters lurking out here.

Ashlyn buzzes her cousin in and unlocks the front door. She hears the “ding” of the elevator and walks back to her couch to have a seat.

Adrienne opens the door and says…

Adrienne: Hey girl! How you doin’?

Ashlyn: I’m good. Lock the door for me. Wouldn’t want any of those shady characters to get in.

She laughs.

Adrienne: Whatever! I’m not used to vagrants skulking about my property.

Ashlyn: Skulking? Girl you are too much! So, what’s the tea? Give me the juice.

Adrienne: Well, you’ll never guess who I had lunch with today.

Ashlyn: First of all, what does this have to do with Dennis?

Adrienne: It has everything to do with him. Remember I told you on the phone that his name is actually Patrick Crixus.

Ashlyn: So, that’s why I haven’t been able to find his triflin’ ass!

Adrienne: Exactly. So, you never guessed who I had lunch with.

Ashlyn: Girl, I don’t know!

Adrienne: C’mon Ashlyn for real!

Ashlyn: Usher Raymond…hell! I said I didn’t know!

Adrienne: Valencia.

Ashlyn: Valencia? From my shop? How do you two know each other?

Adrienne: Well, I’m girls with Tasha.

Ashlyn: Uh huh…

Adrienne: Tasha invited me to lunch to tell me that she was getting married and it turns out that her girls Corlis and Valencia were there too. We’re all going to be in the wedding.

Ashlyn: I still don’t see what this has to do with Den…I mean Patrick.

Adrienne: Well, apparently Little Miss Valencia is pregnant.

Ashlyn: Okay, that’s no biggie. Her man Drexel is fine as all out doors! I’m surprised she didn’t get pregnant sooner. She’d better not think that I’m going to ease up on my expectations at the shop. Humph! Damn that! Was she talking about me behind my back?

Adrienne: Will you just calm down? I’m trying to tell you that she is pregnant by PATRICK!

Ashlyn logs on to her laptop and Googles Patrick Crixus. The search returns the website of Carlson, Cape and Crixus. Ashlyn goes on the website and reads the partner profile section. She reads Patrick’s profile then copies and pastes the address of the company into an e-mail.

Adrienne: What are you doing? Did you hear me?

Ashlyn: Oh, I heard you. I’m getting ready to call Valencia in the car.

Adrienne: In the car?

Ashlyn: Yeah, I’ve got the address to his company. I’m going to handle my business.

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Are You and Your Husband Certified Crazy?

We resume the phone conversation between Marlon and Ashlyn…

Ashlyn: Marlon, I can’t move on knowing how he did me and you! I don’t think I could ever see past it. I care for you but, this is all so strange. I feel like I'm on Candid Camera like this was all staged or something.

Marlon: (He lets out a deep sigh) Ash...I need to tell you something.

She sighs heavily and her heart beat increases.

Ashlyn: Okay…

Marlon: I know about your rich parents and your trust fund.

Ashlyn: What? Have you been investigating me? What the hell is going on here?

Marlon: I’m so sorry Ash. When you said that you felt like this was all staged, I couldn’t bear to go on with deceiving you.

Ashlyn: So, what are you saying Marlon? Spit that shit out!

He takes a deep breath.

Marlon: What I am trying to say is, I love you and I’m sorry.

She realizes that she is talking so loud that everyone in Coiffed can hear all of her business. She walks through the Salon and exits out of the back door. She walks to her car and sits in it to finish her conversation.

Ashlyn: Look Marlon…you need to tell me what is going on! Are you in cahoots with Dennis? Is that what you’re trying to say? Are you telling me that he was trying to get my money?

Marlon: Do you know a Gabby? 

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We rejoin Aletha and Greg at their home…

Aletha: You know Greg; I don’t have an issue with you having a get together for your birthday. But, God damn it…I come home early to surprise you and some little dude outside tells me that you’re in that damned music room hugged up with some teeny bopper co-ed! This is too much! I am your WIFE and you WILL RESPECT ME! Everybody get the fuck out!

Gregory: ‘Letha baby.

Aletha: Don’t ‘Letha me! What was the agreement huh?  Didn't we make a deal?

Peyton: Excuse me.

Aletha: Yes, excuse you! I thought I said for all of you to leave my house!

Peyton: Greg -- excuse me, Professor Hill. Do not ever as long as you breathe air, call or speak to me again!

Peyton turns to walk away. Before she could get far, Aletha grabs her arm and turns her around.

Gregory: Aletha what are you doing? Let go of her arm!

Peyton:  IF YOU DON'T LET GO OF MY ARM!

Aletha lets go of Peyton’s arm.

Aletha: Shut up Gregory, shut up! So, this is the chick huh?

Peyton: The chick? Listen, uh Aletha is it? I was under the impression that Professor Hill was single. I am not in the habit of dealing with things or men that belong to other women.

Gregory: Peyton, it’s not what you think. We…

Aletha: What he is trying to say is that we have an open marriage. The only rule, WHICH HE VIOLATED, is we have to tell each other who we are sleeping with.

Peyton: Oh, we didn’t sleep together.

Aletha: You didn’t have sex with him tonight but, you would have sometime soon my dear. I must admit, I can understand why he would want you…you are pretty.

Gregory throws his hands in the air and plops down on the couch muttering to himself.

Peyton: Okay, this is getting a little weird, I think I’d better go.

Peyton starts to walk out of the house towards her car. Aletha immediately follows behind her. Gregory stays on the couch lamenting over his ruined birthday party.

Peyton turns around to see Aletha following her.

Peyton: I don’t need an escort, I can see my way out.

Aletha: I know you must think me a fool to be in an open marriage.

Peyton: Trust me when I say I could care less what the two of you do. My life is normally, well…normall. I’d like to keep it that way.

Aletha: Listen, I understand that all of this is peculiar.

Peyton: Damn right it is!

Aletha: May I call you sometime?

Peyton: You want to call me? For what?

Aletha: Well, I’d like to take you out for a drink, minus the drama.

Peyton: Are you and your husband certified crazy?

Aletha: No, but, we both know a sexy woman when we see one...

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