#021201

(Emma finds a now alert Hook at the side of the road.) Hook: Hey, beautiful. Here, I didn’t think you’d notice. (She leans down and pushes on his ribs. He yells out in pain.) Emma: Your ribs are broken. Hook: Oh, that must be why it hurts when I laugh. Did you see his face? His one true love, gone in an instant! Just like Milah, crocodile! When you took her from me… Mr. Gold: But you took her first. (Mr. Gold lunges at Hook, digging his cane into his neck.) Emma: Gold, are you insane?! Mr. Gold: Yes, I am! David: You can’t do that! Mr. Gold: I can if you let me go. Emma: You don’t want her to see that. Mr. Gold: I’m a stranger to her. Emma: Murder is a bad first impression. David: What would Belle want you to do? (An ambulance arrives, distracting Mr. Gold long enough for David to pull him off of Hook.) David: Over here! (The paramedics head towards Hook first, but Emma directs their attention to the driver of the car instead.) Emma: No! Him! Take care of him. He can wait.