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Episode #10331

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Greenlee: Hey, give me a hand. I've got some mockup ads for my new line that I want to put someplace safe.

Madison: You mean somewhere Erica won't find them.

Greenlee: I'm so glad you speak my language so fluently.

Madison: Hmm.

Greenlee: What?

Madison: I am just so ready to be done with the whole two bosses thing.

Greenlee: I told you: It's all gonna be worked out today when we hammer out the details with Erica.

Madison: Well, I think you're gonna need a big hammer.

Greenlee: Don't worry. I've got a lot of tools on my belt.

Madison: Well, for your sake, I hope that's true. Because from where I'm sitting, it doesn't really look like you and Erica are meant to have a lasting partnership. What time is Erica scheduled to be here?

Greenlee: 20 minutes ago.

Madison: Maybe she's finding her own hammer.

Jack: May I ask you what you're doing relaxing here? Aren't we all supposed to be upstairs in the Fusion office mediating your working relationship with Greenlee?

Erica: I'm here, Jack, because annoying your adversary by keeping them waiting is negotiation 101. Like it or not, you can't mediate that.

Adam: That was the wrong pill. Is it this one or this one? Stop -- ohh -- ohh -- agh. Oh -- ohh --

David: Looks like you're a dead man, Adam.

Adam: What are you doing --

David: Your guards can't save you now, Adam.

Emma: Daddy, I found it.

Ryan: You did? Ok. So did you forget anything else?

Emma: Nope. That's all.

Ryan: That's all? Let's go. Here we go.

Adam: Ryan?

[Door closes]

Adam: Oh, please help me!

David: Your pulse is racing. It's a potentially fatal kind of heartbeat called SVT. Like I said, Adam, you're a dead man walking.

Adam: What -- what are you doing? What are you doing? Ah! Hey, you're trying to --

[David dunks Adam's head into a bowl of ice water]

David: Shut up, you old fool. I just happen to be saving your life.

Greenlee: Oh, I give Erica two minutes, or she can forget about working here at all.

Madison: Maybe she's just stuck in traffic.

Randi: Erica? She's right downstairs.

Greenlee: Then maybe you can stand at the elevator and escort her right here so she doesn't get lost.

Randi: Yeah, well, I don't think she's in a hurry.

Greenlee: What are you talking about?

Randi: Well, she's downstairs eating something at ConFusion. I mean, it doesn't really seem like she's rushing up here.

Greenlee: I need you to handle something for me right away.

Jack: All right, look, you. If you're not gonna take this seriously, maybe we should all just go home.

Erica: Jack, I assure you I am taking this dead seriously.

Jack: I don't like the sound of that either.

Erica: Jack, look, I agreed to have you mediate this whole mess in the first place, because I think you understand my commitment to Fusion, my passion, my ability, my track record at keeping Fusion a success.

Jack: Yes, I know all that. Erica, I just hope you're not suffering under the illusion that because of -- because we have a history, that I'm going to mediate this in your favor.

Erica: No, of course not. I'm not operating under any such illusion, Jack. Greenlee is your daughter. No, I trust that you are gonna be completely unbiased in this, Jack.

Jack: You do know that Fusion wouldn't even exist if it wasn't for Greenlee?

Erica: Or Kendall, of course.

Jack: Of course. Which begs the question, have you contacted her to see how she actually wants you to proceed? You are the only one with her satellite phone number.

Erica: Look, I don't have to ask anyone how to proceed, and Kendall at the moment is off with Zach somewhere. They're working on their relationship. That's the priority in her life now, not some little spat in the company she asked me to take care of for her.

Jack: Erica, she doesn't even know that her best friend, her partner, is still alive.

Erica: And you really think that Greenlee is going to embrace her business partner after all that went on with Ryan? No, I don't think so. No, Jack, I think the best thing I can do is to protect my daughter's wishes and just take care of Fusion the best way I know how.

Greenlee: Erica. What a surprise to see you here.

Erica: I'm sorry. I didn't know it was so late.

Greenlee: Late? I had no idea. But never mind. No time like the present. Shall we?

Erica: Yes. After you.

Tad: Ma? Why are you still here?

Opal: Well, I just wanted to make sure that you are gonna be all right, you know, sticking your neck out for Damon like this. What'd the judge say?

Tad: Oh, not much. It sort of went by the numbers. If everything's order -- you know, I've signed all these papers -- he said I could assume legal responsibility for Damon. Now all Damon has to do is keep his nose clean and a bunch of community service. I think he can handle that.

Opal: You know, "can" and "will" are two entirely different things. He has lied to us before, remember, about those other robberies. Now, I am the first one to give everybody a second chance -- Lord knows I've had about 60 of them myself -- but if he robs the henhouse again, then this time it's gonna be you that's left holding the bag.

Tad: I don't mind being on the hook for that.

Opal: You know, just because he is Hillary's son doesn't mean that you got to feel like you got dues to pay here.

Jesse: Hey, Opal.

Opal: Hi. Would you just think about that for me, please? I'll leave you two.

Tad: Shut up.

Jesse: You didn't tell her. Why didn't you tell her?

Tad: Why should I tell her?

Jesse: Because that kid could be your son.

Tad: No, no. You know what? The more I think about it, the more I'm convinced that's not the case.

Jesse: Give me one good reason why not.

David: All right, all right. Ok. All right.

Adam: What the hell you trying to do?

David: Oh, just trying to slow down your ridiculously dangerous heart rate. And from your sudden burst of crankiness, I'd say it worked.

Adam: Well, I get cranky every time someone tries to drown me.

David: All right, just take it easy. Take a second and see how you really feel. I bet you'll agree that I helped fix that little heart problem of yours.

Adam: Yeah. Yeah.

David: Let me check your pulse. Slow, steady, nice and normal.

Adam: Yeah. And you did all that just by dunking my face in a bowl of ice water?

David: As a matter of fact, yes. It's called a diving reflex. It stimulates a sudden slowing of the heart rate. I'm sorry, Adam. It's all I had at hand to help you out.

Adam: Yeah. What are you doing in my house in the first place?

David: I've been hiding out, Adam. And I got to tell you something: I've seen quite a bit during my short stay.

Adam: Really? Like what?

David: Well, you're struggling to keep your family together in the throes of this crisis you're all dealing with. Now, I may have saved your life, but I'm doing you an even bigger favor by keeping secret just how sick you really are, how weak, how vulnerable. I even saw you trying to hide it from Annie a little while ago.

Adam: You don't know what you're talking about.

David: I'll tell you what I do know, Adam. I know that the key to running your family and your business has always been your unbending strength. That's an illusion now, Adam. It's kind of like a private joke, only you can't afford to let anyone else in on it.

[Knock on door]

Annie: Adam? Why is the door locked? Adam? Adam? Adam, answer me! Adam? Adam, answer me! What's going on?

David: By not answering, you're just proving my point. You're a sick man, Adam, but nobody has to know that except the two of us. You put yourself in my care, and I will keep you on your game as the Chandler patriarch. All you have to do is focus your family on J.R.'s recovery. That's what you want, right? I can help you get it.

Annie: Somebody help me! Scott! Scott, help!

Adam: You hate me more than anyone does, and yet you're willing to give me a helping hand. What's in it for you, Hayward?

Jesse: You call Hillary?

Tad: Yeah, I called Hillary. Doesn't answer any of my messages.

Jesse: Hmm.

Tad: Don't "hmm." That doesn't prove a thing. That backs me up. For all I know, she doesn't want to stir up the past with a bunch of stupid irrelevant questions.

Jesse: "Irrelevant"? I don't think so!

Damon: I finally filled out the last forms.

Jesse: Yeah, paperwork, paperwork, paperwork.

Damon: If I had known how many forms there were to fill out, I never would've robbed anybody.

Jesse: Yeah, that's not funny, son. Tad here is really stepping up his game for you.

Damon: I don't mean to be a jerk.

Jesse: Hmm.

Damon: And I tried to get you off the hook, but -- asked my parents to take your place, but I don't know. If they're not into it, they're not into it. I can't force them to be here.

Tad: That's all right. Listen, it's ok. It probably wouldn't fly anyway because whoever assumes legal responsibility for you has to be a resident of Pine Valley. You can't exactly expect your parents to pick up and move to a strange town.

Damon: Well, I wouldn't expect my dad to cross the street for me. My mom, though -- I don't know. I just don't get it.

Randi: So what's Greenlee got you doing for her?

Madison: Some straightening up.

Randi: Weird, because it kind of feels like you guys have this secret thing going on. You know, suddenly you're Greenlee's favorite little helper. What's next, Madison? Pajama parties?

Madison: I don't know where this is coming from. Look, I owe Erica a lot after everything that she's done for me. But I admire Greenlee, too. I mean, she's been through so much, and she just keeps on coming back.

Randi: Right. So, basically, what you're saying is that you're gonna sit on the fence until you figure out which way the wind's blowing?

Madison: Give me a break. We are not enemies here.

Randi: Yeah. Not until you need someone to pin a crime on.

Greenlee: Well, we might as well get started. I'll have some food sent up. Go downstairs and take care of that, would you? And did you do that other thing I asked you to?

Madison: Yeah. I just don't really understand the purpose --

Greenlee: [Whispering] Negotiation is about the art of surprise.

Jack: So where do you want to do this?

Erica: My office.

Greenlee: Your call.

Erica: What in the world?

Greenlee: I've decided to change things up a little, you know, in the spirit of new beginnings. I figured you wouldn't mind.

Erica: Change is good, keeps things fresh.

Greenlee: Yeah, it did seem a big stagnant in here.

Erica: Still, I can't help but notice this is the only change you made to the entire office layout.

Greenlee: It seemed the logical place to start, that's all. Of course, if you'd been here earlier -- on time, for example -- you could've had some input.

Jack: You know, can we just get some ground rules --

Greenlee: This wasn't always an office, if memory serves. You know, it used to be the lounge. But since it got turned into the nicest office in the place and since I am the only company founder here, it only made sense to give it to me.

Erica: Unfortunately, this was my base of operations while I single-handedly kept Fusion afloat. So, sorry, but it seems that you've gone to all this trouble for nothing. But I do know that there's a broom closet down the hall that would fit your contributions to a T.

Greenlee: You know what you can do with those brooms in there?

Jack: Ladies, ladies, ladies. We're here trying to negotiate a working relationship between the two of you, and all of a sudden this office is a huge issue? You know what we should -- hey, I got a great idea. Let's bring in another desk, and then you two can share the space.

Greenlee and Erica: No!

Ryan: Ok, they just added tons of awesome desserts on the menu here, and you can have sundaes, floats, banana splits. And you can have whatever you want because you had such an awesome dinner.

Emma: Really? What should I get?

Ryan: Anything. You just go ahead and pick.

Emma: But which is best?

Ryan: Huh. Well --

Madison: Well, I can let you in on a little secret that only a few of us know around here. The sundae with the vanilla fudge is the best dessert in the whole place. I work upstairs. I have it for lunch three times a week.

Emma: That's what I want. I'll order it.

Ryan: All right! Here. Go order from Sharelle right over there, ok?

Emma: Ok.

Ryan: Great. So how are things going upstairs?

Madison: Not exactly the same with you gone.

Ryan: Oh. Well, thank you. I guess with Greenlee back, I don't really have an official standing.

Madison: I guess that's the way it's got to be, then, huh?

Ryan: Yeah. Yeah, I guess so. It's not like I have nothing else to occupy my time.

Madison: I know: Cambias Industries.

Ryan: Yes, Cambias, too.

Madison: You got something more important on your plate?

Ryan: Yeah. A little something called a manhunt.

David: You're right. I'm not offering you medical care out of the goodness of my heart. I need sanctuary, Adam, plain and simple.

Adam: Sanctuary from what?

David: The Martins have set me up. So I'm just trying to remain on the run and out of jail long enough to expose their trumped up charges.

Adam: Let me guess: You're totally innocent.

David: You know, frankly, I don't think that should be the first question at the top of your list.

Adam: No?

David: No.

Adam: Then what?

David: Ok, let's see. How about "who is the best cardiologist in the country that could help me with my heart condition?" Hmm? Or even better yet, "which doctor can I go see without having to show up in some office somewhere, letting everyone else in town know just how sick I am?" Think about it, Adam: Nurses, secretaries, lab technicians. Can you be 100% sure that none of them will open their mouths?

Adam: So you're proposing staying here in my house?

David: This place is certainly big enough. I can avoid being seen. Think of me as a silent partner, hmm?

Adam: Uh-huh.

David: But I'm gonna tell you right now you're gonna have to be a much better patient than usual. No booze, no coffee, no mixing up your meds. You take what I give you and that's all. And for the time being, at least, no vigorous activity, which means no hopping in the sack with that hot-to-trot wife of yours.

Adam: You leave my wife out of this.

David: Come on, Adam, face it. If you're not careful, she's gonna kill you. Now, I'm not sure if that's her plan or not, but bouncing in bed with Annie is certainly gonna weaken your heart. It's already weakened enough, don't you think?

Adam: So my two choices are my own private physician at my beck and call or put you back in jail where you undoubtedly belong?

[Knock on door]

Scott: Adam? Adam, are you all right?

Annie: He's still not answering. Something's wrong. God, what's wrong?

Adam: Nothing. Nothing's wrong. I fell asleep. I was just washing my face to wake up.

Scott: And you're sure you weren't in any kind of trouble?

Adam: No. Except that I'm having a little trouble sleeping lately, but no. Thanks for your concern, but I'm fine. I'm fine.

Annie: Ok. Well, I'm sure, then, we can pick up where we left off.

Adam: Well, I think I'll call it another early night.

Annie: I can think of a few ways to get your energy back.

Adam: Not tonight, Annie. Not tonight.

Annie: Tired? This is not about him being tired.

Scott: I don't know. He looked pretty exhausted to me.

Annie: Do I have to spell it out for you? This is about Brooke English.

Jesse: So did you call your mom, tell her about court?

Damon: Yeah. I gave it one more shot, just asked her straight out. I mean, it doesn't really make sense she wouldn't want to help me out. My dad's the only reason.

Tad: Listen, Damon, there's something that you got to know, and I got to be the one to tell you. Um, your mom probably isn't staying away from Pine Valley because of you. She's staying away because of me.

Madison: It's just you say something like "manhunt," it raises a few questions.

Ryan: I don't want to put you on the spot with your boss, so I'm not gonna go into a whole lot of details here. It's just that, well, basically, the man that she's married to is very bad news, and I want to make sure he doesn't cause any more harm in this town.

Madison: Speaking of my boss, Erica says you still have strong feelings for Greenlee. I'm sorry. That was way out of bounds. I apologize.

Emma: I ordered three sundaes, one for each of us.

Madison: Oh, no. Hey, none for me, ok, thank you. This looks like it's a special night for you guys.

Ryan: What? No, it's ok. You can join us if you want to. You know, you're the sundae expert, apparently. Ha ha ha!

Madison: Ok. I'd like that. Sure.

Ryan: Great. Come on, sit down. Come on, come on, come on.

[Emma laughs]

Ryan: You sit here.

Emma: Ok.

Ryan: Have a seat.

Madison: Thank you. While I'm at it, could I ask your advice about something?

Ryan: Of course. Absolutely. Anything you want.

Madison: It's not easy up at Fusion with Greenlee and Erica always circling each other. I feel like the knives are out.

Ryan: That's an image I will try and keep out of my head.

Madison: But you know them both so well. You got any good counsel on how I could survive up there?

Ryan: Yeah, actually. If the two of them are ever in the same room together, leave.

Jack: All right, just so we're clear -- all of us here, right, yes -- you will each be exclusively in charge of your own new cosmetics line. Yes?

Greenlee: And she's not allowed to try and copy the natural look that I'm going for.

Erica: And I'm gonna use 70% of the advertising budget, because my line is going to be a high-glamour line, meaning that it's actually gonna involve products that people will be able to see.

Greenlee: I might consider letting you split it 55%/45%, spotting you 10 budget points in recognition of how lame I expect your product to be.

Erica: Ok, that brings me to my next point. I'm gonna need a lot of extra personnel just to protect my back.

Greenlee: All these demands, all this resistance -- it sounds like you don't really want to make this work.

Erica: No, I just don't want to be taken advantage of.

Opal: You tell them, girlfriend.

Greenlee: Excuse me, this is a private meeting.

Erica: No, I value Opal's counsel. Opal can spot a lie before it even comes out of your mouth.

Jack: You know what? Enough. Honestly, this is not working. You two are just too far apart. You know what we should do? We should just see how each of your enterprises fares, and then divvy up all the budget accordingly.

Erica: You mean make this a competition? That is totally unacceptable.

Opal: Oh, yeah, I agree.

Greenlee: No, you know what? My father may have hit on something. In fact, we absolutely have to make this a competition.

Erica: What, and the winner gets top billing and a gift basket?

Greenlee: Winner takes all.

Opal: "All" what?

Greenlee: Biggest stakes there are -- control of the entire company. If your line beats mine, I'll walk away, leave you to run the entire place. But if my line beats yours, you have to do the same. What do you say, Erica? You're so confident, there must be nothing to lose.

Opal: You can't seriously be considering this.

Erica: Oh, I know. It sounds like complete lunacy. But maybe it is the best way to move forward.

Opal: Forward off the edge of a cliff.

Erica: Well, I don't see any better alternative. I mean, at this point we can't even agree on how to lay out the office.

Opal: Don't sweat the small stuff, just build a bigger office.

Erica: No, I'd rather bet on myself, as long as Greenlee is willing to go along with the terms of her own proposition.

Greenlee: I am if you are. You'll write it up?

Jack: You bet. But I just want you two to make sure you realize that I am going to make this contract ironclad. Resources and staff will be split 50/50. And after a pre-decided amount of time we'll bring independent auditors in here, and they'll decide who had the more profitable line of cosmetics. And the winner takes the helm of the company and the loser takes a walk.

Greenlee: Wow. Looks like we won't be working through dinner after all. I'll walk you out. You can get started.

Erica: Thank you, Jack. I know you're gonna make sure this remains a fair fight. I know what you're gonna say.

Opal: Yeah, but I'm gonna say it anyway. Why are you taking such a big risk on something that means so much to you?

Erica: "A big risk"? Opal, I came here determined to hold on to this company tooth and nail. I never expected Greenlee to just hand it to me on a silver platter, but that's exactly what she just did.

Greenlee: Oh, I can't thank you enough. If you hadn't brought up the idea of making it a competition, I wouldn't have hit on my idea.

Jack: Yeah, I just hope you know what the hell you're doing.

Greenlee: Just being my perky, confident self. What? You want to push your annulment idea again, don't you? Well, I told you: I'm standing by David.

Jack: Greenlee, I don't want to push anything on you. I just wish that you would, all on your own, come to the realization of who you really love.

Emma: Greenlee!

Greenlee: Emma?

Emma: I missed you so much.

Greenlee: Oh, Emma. It's been so long.

Emma: Daddy said you were back. Why didn't you come live with us?

Damon: Why would my mom be staying away from Pine Valley because of you?

Tad: Because a long time ago we knew each other. As a matter of fact, we were involved.

Damon: What? Dude, you never said that before.

Tad: I never had the chance. I didn't know that she was that Hillary until recently. In any case -- look, what I'm trying to tell you is way back in the day, I didn't treat her very well.

Damon: What did you do?

Tad: I hurt her badly. I played with her feelings. To tell you the truth, hers wasn't the only heart I stepped on.

Damon: So you're saying you're kind of a jerk?

Tad: I'm saying I wasn't a model citizen. And I'm saying that maybe that's why I'm willing to assume some responsibility for you, because I'm trying to make up for what I did back then. In any case, listen. The most important thing is I really don't want you to be disappointed in your mother. Trust me, based on what happened, I wouldn't want to come back to town and run into me either.

Damon: Well, why don't you just tell her that you're, like, a nice guy now? Or does she, like, really hate you? What about my dad? Do you know him, too? What if --

[Phone rings]

Damon: Yeah? Yeah, I'm at the cop shop now. I'll bring it right over. That was the court guy. I got to bring this to the hospital so I can start community service there tomorrow.

Tad: That's important. You do that, ok? We'll talk about it later, not that there's a lot more to talk about. I'm gonna hit you.

Jesse: That is your kid.

Tad: No, he is not. And you know what, Chief? My hunch is as good as yours.

Jesse: Tell you what, let's -- screw the hunches. How about we get some DNA? Angela could hook us up, and we will know for sure.

Tad: No. What would be the point?

Jesse: The point would be getting at the truth. Ok, you say no, I won't. But that would just be you admitting that my hunch is right. Hey, whatever. The call is yours.

Scott: How does Adam being too tired to romp with you tonight have anything to do with Brooke?

Annie: Well, I sort of asked her to move out. But then Adam and I fought about it, and he made me call her and invite her to come back.

Scott: Oh, Annie. Annie, Adam loves you, ok? End of story.

Annie: But it's Brooke I don't trust. She's ambitious and conniving and deceitful.

[Door closes]

Brooke: Hi. I'm back.

Annie: Ugh. [Sighs] Hi.

Brooke: Hi.

Annie: You got our message, and you came back. I am so glad.

Brooke: Oh, Annie, it's very kind of you to open up your home to me. I hope you don't mind my letting myself in. Adam had given me a key.

Annie: No, no. I don't mind at all. In fact, I was just hoping we could put this whole silly misunderstanding behind us.

Adam [In the attic]: Hello?

David: Welcome to my office. Here for your checkup?

Annie: Adam and I had a long talk about you, and I decided that I, ahem, overreacted. Isn't that right, Scott?

Scott: Oh, let's just leave me out of this.

Annie: I mean, Adam left the decision up to me, really, but I decided that what's the harm in having you stay here, right? It'll just be easier for everybody, and we can even carpool to the hospital.

Brooke: Absolutely. And that way you can keep a closer eye on me.

Annie: Hmm? What do you mean?

Brooke: Why don't we just agree to cut the B.S.? It serves no purpose.

Annie: Ok. You want no small talk, no small talk. If you know so much about me, let me ask you this. How do you really feel about moving into a house where you are not wanted?

Brooke: Well, first of all, if it sets your mind at rest, I have no interest in breaking up your marriage. But I did have a talk with J.R. today, and he asked me to be his eyes and ears around here and to look after Adam. And so I have to tell you, Mrs. Chandler, that is exactly what I intend to do. Scott, feel like helping me settle in?

Scott: Anything you need.

Brooke: Thanks.

David: Why don't you have a seat, Adam. I really should examine you more closely now that things have quieted down and there won't be any interruptions.

Adam: I press this button and my guards will be all over you.

David: Huh. You know, I brought some medicines with me from home, but we might need to improvise in the event that you need to take something that I don't have. It's not like I can just write a prescription and send you off to the hospital, right?

Adam: Slow down. I don't have a part in any of this. I sent you up here to bide some time to weigh my options.

David: Really? Well, that's funny, because I didn't think you had any. Look at you, Adam. You can barely stand. You need me. Unless you want the world to know how sick you are, just how weak and vulnerable the Chandler name, company, and empire really are?

Adam: When I put my life in the doctor's hands, I assume he's motivated to save it.

David: Yeah, you know, you're absolutely right. You and I, we will never be friends. But we need each other, Adam. So what reason could I possibly have to harm the one man who's willing to give me sanctuary?

Adam: When have you ever needed that?

David: All right, look, I'm taking the same exact risks you are, that one day you might press that little button of yours, and I'll be surrounded by police. Now, as much as it goes against our natures, Adam, we need to trust each other. We don't have much choice. So what do you say? Do we have a deal or not?

[David and Adam shake hands]

Greenlee: I've missed you so much.

Emma: When we thought you were gone, Daddy and I watched a green butterfly fly away.

Greenlee: I'm so sorry that you were sad, and I'm sorry that I haven't been by to see you. I've been really busy with the company, and not much time to do fun stuff anymore.

Emma: You'll come over.

Ryan: We were just leaving.

Greenlee: We need to get back upstairs. Lots of changes are gonna happen.

Madison: Whoa, what's gonna happen?

Greenlee: Well, first of all, the staff is going to be split down the middle, and I want you to be on my team. Don't worry. Erica won't be around long enough for it to be an issue.

Opal: Ok, I'll admit it is an interesting plan, but you know what they say about the best laid plans of mice and men.

Erica: But I'm a woman, and not just any woman, may I remind you.

Opal: Well, Greenlee is a woman, too.

Erica: Greenlee doesn't have destiny on her side.

Opal: Destiny?

Erica: Opal, when I came here today I was trying to figure out a way to suggest a competition without making it seem like it was my idea, and then Jack, like some messenger from the Gods, he planted the seed and Greenlee leapt at it.

Opal: And you just played along like it was the lesser of two evils?

Erica: Mm-hmm. Couldn't have worked out better.

Opal: You just be careful.

Erica: I don't have to be. Greenlee has a fatal flaw.

Opal: And that would be what?

Erica: Her only real motivation for wanting this company back is revenge. She resents the success that I have made of this place.

Opal: Well, if you look into your heart, girlfriend, aren't you just a teensy bit interested in putting her in her place?

Erica: Opal, my vision for Fusion is so much bigger than that. It is so much bigger than Greenlee could ever imagine, and that's why I'm gonna come out on top. May the best woman win. Gosh, hardly seems fair.

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