Ingrid confused: He likes me?

Maxine: Yes! That’s the even better news! I’m pretty sure Manny Holmes likes you, has a crush on you!

Ingrid: Manny Holmes? A crush? On me? I doubt that, Maxine.

Maxine: Ingrid, he came looking for me to ask for your number! He volunteered to help! He said he wanted for you to practice your recipes here on the Estate and he’d personally help!  And he was stuttering and blushing, it was sooo obvious!

Ingrid: Oh wow. Manny is such a dream. He’s so cute! Cuter than Nicky!

Maxine sniffs: I wouldn’t go that far. Nicky is as gorgeous as you can get. But yeah, Manny’s a hunk for sure. And you should see his bod! When he swims out in the pool? He has muscles for days.

Ingrid: Not all of us are racy girls like you, Maxine, staring at guy’s bods! *worried* But...do you think he knows I have braces? In case he ever kisses me?

Maxine laughs: Oh and I’m racy? You’re already thinking about kissing him and you haven’t even had a first date with him! But I think he knows you have braces and I don’t think he cares. Ingrid, do you know what this means? Double dates!

Ingrid: That would be so fun! Let’s three way call Ava to tell her!

Diosa turns her back to him, doesn’t answer his question.

Diosa: You know what I wish?

RJ: What?

Diosa: I wish we could float way way way up into the sky. We’d take a nap on some clouds and then we’d go higher and higher until we could see the whole world at our feet. And then we’d be so happy and we’d dance and dance and dance.

RJ: There’s no air that high up in the sky.

Diosa: What? 

RJ: There’s no air. So we wouldn’t be able to breathe. Let alone dance.

Diosa disappointed: No air?

RJ softly: No air. So maybe we should stay down here on the ground. We can dance down here.

Diosa is quiet, kisses his forearm.

Diosa whispers: She’s going to forgive you. And you’re going to do right by her and stay away from me. Aren’t you?

Diosa: I couldn’t let you leave.

RJ: You curse at me, you slap me. You destroy my car. And you really think I’m going to stay?

Diosa whispers: I don’t know what I was thinking.

RJ: That’s not an excuse Diosa. You know my Dad? He told me you’d bring me nothing but harm. And I really didn’t want to believe him.

Diosa: I’ve told you- I hate you.

RJ snaps: Shut the f*ck up.  Shut the f*ck up because you’re pushing me to that edge you like to bring me to, Diosa. You don’t hate me. You hate that you love me. And for the longest I wanted to get to the bottom of why. And honestly? Even with all this? I still do. But I’m not going to. I can’t anymore. 

Diosa: Because of Margaux, because of your baby, because you don’t really care.

RJ: No, none of that. Because I’m opening my eyes to this fantasy I have about you. This fantasy everyone has about you. Wild child Diosa. Beautiful crazy Diosa who parties hard and drinks too much and drives too fast and smashes car windows and who lives to break hearts. That Lana Del Rey shit is cool in the movies and in songs. But in real life? It’s exhausting, it’s sad, it’s painful. It’s your real life and it’s going to end up killing you, Diosa. I can’t keep holding on to this fantasy, or reinforcing it with you. I love you too much for that.

Diosa desperate: Don’t leave. I swear something bad will happen if you leave, RJ. You HAVE to stay. You don’t understand, you have to stay-

Nico Jr: Okay. Fine. I’ll see you later on tonight.

Maxine: So you’re going to apologize?

Nico Jr snaps: No. What do I look like? But we’re not going to stop being friends or hanging out. I like spending time with you, Max. And I plan on doing so for the time I’m here. So let’s stop with this little show of power, because we both know I’m going to be in your room tonight, on top of you,  kissing you until you can’t breathe.

Maxine gets up, frustrated. He was right. She didn’t think she had the will power to really stop being with him. 

Maxine softly: I had to let you know how I felt. It hurt my feelings, seeing how cruel you can be. Throwing it in my Mom’s face that she works for you. I’m gonna go now. I don’t want to talk anymore. And I have a phone call to make.

She’s about to leave the room when she hears him sigh.

Nico Jr: Stop, Max. Stay here with me.

Maxine: I can’t right now. I’ll see you later.

Nico Jr softly:  I’ll apologize.

Maxine: What? 

RJ heads back inside to grab his phone and keys. Diosa follows him, falls to her knees, wraps herself around his waist.

Diosa pleads: RJ. Don’t. Don’t go like this. 

RJ alarmed: Diosa. Stop. Get up. What the f*ck? Have you been doing more than drinking, are you on something?

Diosa shakes her head, squeezes him tighter.

Diosa cries: I don’t want it to happen again, RJ. 

He thought she was hurt when he heard her screaming. It wasn’t until he arrived at the scene of the destruction that RJ realized it wasn’t even Diosa screaming, it was another bystander.

Bystander concerned: Is this your car! Oh my goodness! Call 911!

Diosa sobs: I told her to mind her business. Miserable old bitch.

Bystander: She was going mad! My goodness, what is wrong with you young people these days! This is not how you resolve conflict! 

Diosa: SHUT UP, LADY! YOU  DON’T UNDERSTAND! 

RJ softly: Make me understand, Diosa. Help me understand how you thought this was right. I don’t get it.

Bystander: Young man, you need to call the police! This is obviously an explosive situation. And no matter how angry you are, don’t touch her. Leave her be. Call the authorities, let them handle it.

Diosa shrieks: He’d never hurt me, you fucking busybody! GO AWAY! 

RJ: Thank you for your concern, madam. I promise you I can handle it from here. I don’t want to call the police, though.

Bystander uncertain: Oh I don’t know.

Diosa: I didn’t think you’d come. Thought your French twat wouldn’t let you off your leash.

RJ: I was worried about you. Diosa, why are you drinking this early? What’s wrong? 

Diosa snaps: Nothing is f*cking wrong, RJ. Sorry if I like to have fun that’s not on a schedule like you do. Wait, do you even know what fun is, you boring f*ck?

He sighs, holds her close from behind. She could feel him breathing in her hair, his hand slides gently down her hip. He felt so good, so strong, so powerful behind her. She shivers, thinking of all the ways he could show her his strength...how he’d mastered how to please her.

Diosa: Keep doing that, and I’ll end up on my knees s*cking your d*ck. I don’t think your little French b*tch will like that.