#021203

(In another room in the hospital, Emma interrogates Hook, who is handcuffed to the bed.) Emma: Where’s Cora? Hook: What? (Hook goes to move his arm and realizes he’s stuck.) Hook: Again? You’re really into this, aren’t you? Damn, that hurts. Emma: Told you – cracked a few ribs. Where’s Cora? Hook: You look good, I must say. All ‘where’s Cora?’ in a commanding voice. Chills. Emma: You have all sorts of sore places. I can make you hurt. (Emma pushes her hand into his ribs, causing him to wince in pain.) Hook: I have no idea where Cora is. She has her own agenda. Let’s talk about something I am interested in – my hook. May I have it back? Or is there another attachment you’d prefer? Emma: You’re awfully chipper for a guy who just failed to kill his enemy, then got hit by a car. Hook: Well, my ribs may be broken, but… Everything else is still intact. Which is more than can be said for other bad days I’ve had. Plus, I did some quality damage to my foe. Emma: You hurt Belle. Hook: I hurt his heart. Belle’s just where he keeps it. He killed my love. I know the feeling. Emma: Keep smiling, buddy. You’re chained down, he’s on his feet, immortal, has magic, and you hurt his girl. If I were to pick dead guy of the year? I’d pick you.