Trevor: Hey, I'm sorry. I didn't know you had company.
Ric: This is Marianna, from Martha’s Vineyard.
Trevor: Yeah.
Ric: The coffee shop, remember?
Trevor: The waitress. Aren't you a long way from home?
Marianna: Um -- I --
Ric: How did you -- how did you know that I was home? Had your people keeping tabs on me?
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Trevor: Believe it or not, I'm watching after you, Richard.
Ric: Oh, yeah, especially since Skye gave me Alcazar's waterfront.
Trevor: Well, did you sign the deed to that property yet?
Ric: Oh, and here I thought you just wanted to welcome me home.
Trevor: Oh, welcome home, my son.
Ric: Hmm. Okay, you want to talk about the piers, we'll talk about the piers. First, I need to dry myself off and get changed, okay? You can either wait outside or keep Marianna company.
Trevor: Hold on a minute -- come here, Richard. Just between you and me, I know you used to collect stones from the beach and lug them up to the house every summer. You're not upping your taste in souvenirs, are you?
Ric: Okay, that's what I thought. Why don't you just wait outside, all right?
Trevor: Ah, Richie!
Marianna: You know what? It's all right, it's all right. I don't want to cause any trouble between you and your father.
Ric: No, trouble's already caused. I won't be long.
Trevor: Oh. Don't you work fast? Look at you. Now, here I thought that we had a deal together, hmm? But I see that you're working -- you're working on something on the side for yourself. I don't care how long or how sweetly you sleep with my son -- do it as much as you like, God bless, as long as you know who you're doing it for. Has Richard signed the deed to that property yet? Huh?
Marianna: I don't know.
Trevor: Well, maybe it's time for you to go get it, dig it out, give it to me, and we're going to peruse it all together, all right?
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Marianna: I don't know where the papers are.
Trevor: Oh, you don't know where the papers are? And you don't know if he signed them or not? Oh, don't play dumb with me because that's really stupid. You think you got problems with that nitwit of a cook back on the vineyard who's slapping you around? I'm going to tell you what problems really are. You got a problem if I call naturalization and immigration and inform them of your status in here, in the land of the free. Because they're going to take your butt and kick it so fast and so hard back to wherever the hell it is that you came from, unless you start living up to the agreement you had with me.
Marianna: I don't care. I don't care what you do to me, just leave Richard alone.
Trevor: Don't tell me you're falling for my son? Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk. Oh.
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Trevor: Here I am thinking that you are in it for band-aids and a couple of bucks, and you are crazy enough to think that you have feelings for him?
Marianna: Think what you want. Ric is good to me. He sees things in me, he talks to me, and he took me from this awful place when he didn't have to. I won't help you.
Trevor: Hmm.
Marianna: Do what you want, okay? Make the phone call, send me back. But when Ric knows, you're never going to get anything from him.
Trevor: Mm-hmm. You think my son sees you as anything more than a social service project? You are an illegal immigrant masquerading as a citizen. He is the district attorney of Port Charles and it is his job to report you. Do you really think that you fit into his life?
Ric: She fits into my life a hell of a lot more than you do.
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Ric: You know, Elizabeth said that you should probably get some rest. I think that's a good idea, huh?
Marianna: Yeah.
Ric: It's been a long night.
Trevor: Yeah -- been a long, hard night.
Ric: You don't know a damn thing about Marianna.
Trevor: Richie, what are you getting upset for? For something like that?
Ric: You are to treat her with respect and kindness for as long as she is here, otherwise don't bother coming around. Do you understand?
Trevor: How long is she going to be here?
Ric: For as long as she wants.
Trevor: You mean you are going to give an open invitation to someone like her?
Ric: "Someone like her?" I see. Are you going to add racism and -- and class bigotry now to your repertoire of stellar characteristics, Trevor?
Trevor: Richie, think with your head instead of your zipper.
Ric: Okay, that's it, now, enough!
Trevor: You are the district attorney of Port Charles, and it is your duty to report her. She's already started with the lies -- big, imaginary ones -- just to get her hooks into you. She probably did it with somebody before.
Ric: Okay, this conversation that we were going to have about the waterfront property is over.
Trevor: Richard, have you signed the deed to that property? Are you ready to take ownership?
Ric: No, I'm ready for you to leave.
Trevor: All right. We'll talk about it later.
Ric: Yeah -- when hell freezes over, okay?
Trevor: You know, Richie, they're telling me it's getting colder every day.
Ric: Get out.
Trevor: I'm still going to keep my eye out on you because you're absolutely incapable of watching out for yourself. Huh.
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Ric: Okay.
Marianna: Okay.
Ric: Can I look now?
[Marianna laughs]
Ric: Uh -- I don't know -- you look amazing.
[Marianna laughs]
Marianna: It's beautiful.
Ric: Yeah?
Marianna: Yeah.
[Marianna gasps]
Marianna: Dios mio.
Ric: What's the matter, you got a pin or something?
Marianna: No, the price.
Ric: Oh, they were supposed to remove that.
Marianna: It's so simple. Why is it so much?
Ric: Sounds like something your mother would say about life. Listen, I -- I called Alexis and I told her I was back in town. So while I'm visiting Kristina and Molly --
Marianna: I can't do this. I -- I just can't -- I can't do this to you one second longer. I can’t.
Ric: Do what?
[Marianna sighs]