Lala: Our son? Don’t you DARE bring our son into this. You don’t give a rats ass about our son. If you did, you wouldn’t have exposed his mother to the dangers of unprotected sex. You wouldn’t use an unsuspecting woman for whatever reason in order to kill a man. I read those texts and that woman didn’t think it was just sex between you two. You wouldn’t live the life you live if you cared about our son. You wouldn’t be plotting murder. You’d take the videos to the police and let them handle Steven Brandt. But you like the idea of hurting someone, don’t you? You’re bloodthirsty.
Remy softly: You know who I am, Lala. I never tried to act like something I’m not.
Lala: And that was fine when it was just me. I can deal with how mean you are, how you’re capable of anything. But my son is innocent. He doesn’t deserve to be hurt by you or by me or by anyone. Anyway, I’m done talking. This is over. I don’t ever want to see you again.
Remy desperate: You can’t keep me from my son, Lala.
Lala firm: Yes, I can and I will. You’re destructive, Remy. You’re broken. You destroy and break and even kill without caring about anything at all. I will NOT have my son be raised by a man like you. You’re no better than your father. I won’t have my son crying at the foot of a statue.
Remy pleads: Do you want me to beg you, Lala? I’ll do it. I’ll get on my hands and knees and beg. Don’t leave me.
Lala calm: If you try to come anywhere near me or my son I will go to the Sunlit Tides and Newcrest police and tell them EVERYTHING I know about you, Remy Manuel Holmes. The schemes you’ve pulled, the robberies, and oh yes…the blood you have on your hands. The man in the alleyway, those guys that turned up dead in the flatlands outside of Agua Azul? The man in the warehouse here? All of them. And to think that’s just Sunlit Tides and Newcrest. Who knows what you’ve done elsewhere.
Remy choked: Tell them what you want. But don’t leave me, Lala. I can’t be without you. I need you. Please, baby girl. Don’t leave me.
He drops to his knees and weeps.
Lala sighs: Don’t do that. It’s useless. I have to go.
Lala turns and walks away. She doesn’t dare look back. She knew she would forgive him if she did. She had to think of her son.