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INT. KENDALL'S OFFICE - DAY

      KENDALL:
      Yo, Wambsgans...

Tom apprehensively makes his way into Kendall's office. He tries to look calm, but he's clearly quaking.

      KENDALL:
      Take a seat. Let's... chat.

Kendall sits behind his laptop. He scarcely lifts his eyes from the screen. Typing. Stopping. Starting. Swearing about something under his breath.

His phone vibrates on the table.

      KENDALL:
      These motherfuckers down in digital. Giving me one hell of a headache.

Tom chuckles awkwardly.

      KENDALL:
      But yeah, anyway. Here we are... so.

Kendall closes his laptop and eases back into his chair.

      KENDALL:
      I can't lie to you, man. The figures in your division, they're... well, you know what they are. They're fucking pathetic. They're embarrassing.
      And frankly, I've done all I can to hide this shit from my dad, because he'd be riding your ass if he knew just how bad it was down there.

Tom nods. Looks down at his hands. The giant man that he is, cowering.

      KENDALL:
      But... those figures have been pathetic since well before your time in parks, so... I'm going to give you a chance to show me that you can turn
      that ship around. Can you do that for me, Wambsgans?

Tom looks up. Suddenly ecstatic.

      TOM:
      Oh absolutely, Kendall. Absolutely!

He breathes a sigh of relief.

      TOM:
      Thank you so much... I—

THREE LOUD BANGS ON THE GLASS DOOR.

Both Tom and Kendall look towards the door, startled.

A pretty redhead stands outside, smirking at Kendall. She mouths something to him. Something muffled and inaudible.

      KENDALL:
      What... Shiv? I can't fucking hear you.

Shiv rolls her eyes. Pushes the door open. Leans in.

The background office noise seeps into Kendall's quiet office space. Ringing phones. Printers feeding paper. Chatting employees.

      SHIV:
      I said, are you going to the Thanksgiving thing at dad's? Or are you going on another one of your benders?

      KENDALL:
      Could ask you the same thing.

      SHIV:
      Hey... fuck you.

Shiv smiles. A strand of hair falls across her face. She brushes it behind her ear.

We see Tom staring up at her. A GIANT toothy grin. Smitten.

Shiv gives him a double take. Raises an eyebrow. Looks him up and down. She turns back to Kendall. Amused and perplexed.

      SHIV:
      Uh, so... I'll see you there?

      KENDALL:
      Yeah, I guess. If you and Rome are going.

      SHIV:
      What about Connor?

      KENDALL:
      Fuck Connor. Probably still at his ranch in timbuk-fucking-tu.

Tom laughs out loud. He slaps his leg. Way too over-zealous and eager to please.

Shiv and Kendall stare at him. He melts back into his chair.

      KENDALL:
      (turning back to Shiv)
      Anyway... Shiv. Can you please, like... fuck off now? Bit busy here.

      SHIV:
      Jesus. Nice to see you too... asshole.

Shiv pulls the door shut. She walks away, but not before sneaking a quick glance back, to see Tom still watching her from the corner of his eye.

Their eyes meet just as she strides out of sight. A curious smile on her face.

INT. WAYSTAR OFFICES / FUNCTION ROOM - NIGHT

      TOM:
      I... I don't know if we have properly met before. But I'm Tom. Tom Wam—

      SHIV:
      Wambsgans, right? The new guy in parks.

      TOM:
      Yeah, yeah! That's me.

Shiv looks down to see Tom is wearing a reindeer sweater. She immediately bursts into laughter.

      TOM:
      What? What is it?

He grins. Clueless.

      ROMAN:
      (saunters over, jumps in)
      Nice sweater, Wambsgans. I mean, fuck, did your mommy buy it for you, or what?

      TOM:
      Well... yeah. She did, actually.

Tom pulls his sweater down and examines it. He leans closer to Shiv.

      TOM:
      Is it really that bad? Maybe I should take it off?

      SHIV:
      No, no. It's fine. It's just, people usually wear their office attire or whatever.

      TOM:
      But it's a Christmas party?

      ROMAN:
      It's Christmas drinks, dingus. Does this look like a party to you? What a depressing fucking party.

      SHIV:
      Hey, fuck off Roman.

She shoos her brother away. Whacking him on the shoulder.

      SHIV:
      (turning back to Tom)
      Sorry. He's... well, you know what he's like. The runt of the litter. Anyway, leave the jumper on. It's cute.

Tom lights up at this.

      TOM:
      Yeah?

      SHIV:
      (smiling)
      Yeah.

They take a sip of their drinks.

      SHIV:
      So, tell me how you're finding it in parks. Ken giving you a hard time?

Tom pauses. Struck by how beautiful she looks.

      TOM:
      Uh... oh it's good. It's going good! Finding my feet. Got a lot of mess to clean up there, but, you know...

      SHIV:
      Sorry. I mean, if you'd rather not talk about work tonight, I totally under—

SHIV'S PHONE RINGS

She looks down. Drags her finger across the screen. Hangs up the call without even answering.

She looks around the crowded room. Suddenly seeming uncomfortable. Claustrophobic.

A long pause.

      SHIV:
      Hey...

She places her hand on Tom's wrist.

      SHIV:
      Do you want to get out of here? Maybe, I don't know, go back to my place, have a drink.

      (Beat)

      SHIV:
      I really don't want to be here tonight.

CLOSE on Tom as he gulps down the rest of his whiskey. He doesn't blink once.

      TOM:
      Yes... yes please.

INT. SHIV'S NYC APARTMENT - NIGHT

Tom and Shiv sit on the couch, drinks in hand, leaning close to one another.

A bottle of scotch sits on the coffee table in front of them.

      SHIV:
      I just... I still can't tell if you're wearing that sweater ironically or not, and that already makes me kind of like you.

      TOM:
      (blushing, giddy)
      Well, I'll definitely leave it on then.

The grin doesn't leave his face.

Shiv edges closer towards him. A cheeky smile.

      SHIV:
      So, uh.. I know we don't really know each other, but I don't like to beat around the bush.

      TOM:
      No?

His face flushes red.

      SHIV:
      No...

Tom looks at her with disbelief as she, without hesitation, starts to slowly kiss his neck. His jaw. Cheek. Mouth.

Her breasts press into his shoulder. Moving across to his chest, when she climbs on top of him to straddle him.

Tom stares up at her in awe. He slides his hands up and down her body. Unable to contain his moans. Pulling off her blouse and unclipping her bra.

Shiv rubs him. Undoes his zip.

      SHIV:
      Wow. That's... impressive.

A hearty laugh from Tom.

He takes her face in his hands and brings her lips back to his. They deepen their kiss. Really going for it now.

INT. SHIV'S DC APARTMENT - DAY

Shiv stands in her kitchen, looking down at a beautiful bouquet of red roses on the bench. She runs her thumb over one of the velvety petals.

      SHIV:
      (on phone)
      You're going to have to stop doing cute things like this, Tom, or I might just end up having to keep you.

She sounds almost annoyed, but the grin on her face says otherwise.

We hear Tom laugh on the other end.

      TOM (V/O):
      I'm not even sorry!

      SHIV:
      Fuck. This is just... I mean... you're so great, and these past couple of weeks have been so much fun, but I'm just...
      I'm so messed up right now and--

      TOM (V/O):
      --Shiv, Shiv, stop. It's OK. We don't have to be anything right now, you know? We can just be... I don't know... fuck buddies.
      Whatever you want. I'm here. I'm here for you. I'm not going anywhere. My dick is yours.

She loses her cool, cracking up. Shoulders sinking. Body turning into goo.

      SHIV:
      That's weirdly the nicest thing a guy has ever said to me, Tom. Ugh. Fuck you.

      (Beat)

      SHIV:
      Are you free tomorrow night?

      TOM (V/O):
      Tomorrow night? Yes. For you, always yes!

      SHIV:
      Good. I'm going to fuck your brains out when I get back from DC. So get some rest.

INT. SHIV'S BEDROOM - NIGHT

      TOM:
      You don't owe me an apology, Shiv. Honestly sweetie.

The two of them lay in Shiv's bed. Her face rests on his bare chest.

SHIV'S POV -- looking out into the Manhattan night, all glimmering with lights. The distant hum of traffic.

Tom gently rubs her back.

      SHIV:
      I feel so fucking useless. You don't deserve this shit, Tom.

      TOM:
      Hey!

He brings his face nearer to hers.

      TOM:
      You listen to me — you're amazing, Shiv. Fucking a-m-a-z-i-n-g, and you'll get through this.

      SHIV:
      Yeah, but what if I don't? I'll be that pathetic rich girl who's still fucking depressed. I feel like such an ungrateful bitch.

      TOM:
      No, you're not. Please don't say things like that. You can't blame yourself honey.

      SHIV:
      (groaning)
      I don't know. Maybe... maybe I just need to get my fucking act together. Stop partying like I'm still in college.
      Stop all the pills and booze altogether. Go it cold turkey.

Shiv leans up. Throws off the sheets.

      TOM:
      Well yeah, I mean... that would probably help.

He treads a little cautiously, here.

      SHIV:
      I need to go somewhere. Just to move... to get some air.

      TOM:
      You want to go for a walk? Get some ice cream? Whatever you want - we can get it. Well, I mean, maybe not anything you want,
      considering... you know... but... just tell me what you want and I'll get you there.

Shiv admires Tom for a moment. She leans in and kisses him.

INT. RESTAURANT - NIGHT

A few days later, now:

      TOM:
      So, we're on a proper date? Is this a proper date?

      SHIV:
      I don't know. You tell me...

Tom pulls an amusing, quizzical expression.

      TOM:
      I mean, I'd say so. This seems... datey.

They both spoon at their crème brûlée, cracking the surface of solidified sugar. Shiv looks across at him, smiling at his mannerisms. The way he tilts his head from side to side, examining his food with an innocent delight. The way he looks so oblivious to the world.

      SHIV:
      What feels datey? Dinner, a movie, then sex? Aren't we just a horrible fucking cliché?

      TOM:
      Well, how do you know I'm going to put out for you tonight? Maybe I'm saving myself.

      SHIV:
      Ohhh, right. Of course... a bit fucking late for that, isn't it?

Tom let's out a hearty laugh - loud, way over the top, but genuine.

      SHIV:
      (laughing)
      You're such a fucking square, Wambsgans. I... I love that.

A big, cheesy grin on Tom's face.

      TOM:
      Wait... you love it, or you love me?

      SHIV:
      Shut up. Stop trying to be cute.

      TOM:
      Sorry, sorry. I'm just wondering, just curious, you know? Because we've been fucking for a while now. I mean... are we officially... a thing?
      Because I'd like us to be a thing. I'd really like us to be a thing.

      SHIV:
      I know, Tom.

      TOM:
      You know... what?

CLOSE on Shiv slipping her foot out of her shoe, under the table. She reaches it across and starts rubbing Tom's leg - his ankle, up to his knee, to his inner thigh, making circles.

Tom stares across at her. Intent. Aroused. Dropping his spoon.

      TOM:
      Ahh wow... I think we should... we should maybe skip that movie?

      SHIV:
      Is that right?

She leans forward, allowing her foot to get closer, rubbing his crotch.

      TOM:
      Jesus, Shiv. I'm going to blow my load right fucking here if you keep that up.

      SHIV:
      Good. I want you to squirm.

      TOM:
      Oh... fuck.

A waiter passes and flashes them a fleeting glance. Tom straightens in his seat, maneuvering the table cloth slightly to ensure it's covering their debauchery from view.

      TOM:
      (whispering)
      Right there. Right... fucking there.

Shiv starts rubbing harder. She takes another spoonful of her dessert, eyeing him, licking it suggestively.

Tom's face is glistening with a sheen of sweat. His gaze glued on her.

      SHIV:
      You're not exactly being inconspicuous, are you, Tom? I'm going to have to punish you for that when we get home.

      TOM:
      Oh yeah? Please... fucking do.

CLOSE on Tom's serviette scrunching in his fist, clenching tighter and tighter. He hunches forward and tries to suppress his shudders.

      TOM:
      Fuck...

      (Beat)

      TOM:
      I'm going to have to marry you someday.

Shiv leans back in her chair. She shoots him a devilish grin.

INT. WAYSTAR OFFICES - DAY

      ROMAN:
      So... I hear you're dating Wambsgans now?

Roman starts laughing before Shiv can answer. He's squealing with amusement.

      ROMAN:
      Really Shiv... really? Tom? I mean — I never thought I'd say this to you, because you're my sister and one-hell-of-a-bitch, but...
      can't you do, like, better?

      SHIV:
      I'm not exactly dating him, for one. We're just...

      ROMAN:
      Fucking?

      SHIV:
      No... it's... it's not just that. And also: fuck you. He's actually a really sweet guy, and--

      ROMAN:
      --and he does whatever you want him to? Indulges you in your self-pity bullshit?

      SHIV:
      Hey, you know what? Leave me the fuck alone, Roman. Or do you want me to start on the long list of your past failed relationships?
      How about we start with the rumor that you refuse to fuck any of your girlfriends? Want to talk about that? Or you only want to dish it?

      ROMAN:
      Fuck off.

      SHIV:
      No, you fuck off!

Shiv shoves him with both hands. He whacks back into the wall.

      ROMAN:
      Ow, fuck! Look, calm down -- I'm just mentioning it because, like, the guy's fucking in love with you and everyone in his division knows it.
      Maybe don't fuck around with Waystar employees if you plan on stringing them along and breaking their hearts. It complicates shit for me
      and Ken.

      SHIV:
      I'm not planning on breaking his heart, asshole, and besides -- my love life is really none of your fucking business.

      ROMAN:
      OK, OK. Whatever. Just... chill.

Shiv slams Roman against the wall again. Muttering as she storms off.

INT. SHIV'S APARTMENT - DAY

      TOM:
      You hungry sweetie? Want me to fix you some coffee? Maybe some eggs?

Shiv looks around. She's disheveled from sleep.

      SHIV:
      Uh, yeah. That'd be... great actually. Thanks Tom.

      TOM:
      Sure thing. Coming right up!

Tom leaps out of bed, still naked from last night's lovemaking.

Shiv smiles as she watches his bare butt wander off into her kitchen.

We can hear him humming an upbeat tune off-screen. The sound of cupboards opening and closing, echoing back down the hall.

      SHIV:
      (muttering to herself)
      What fucking time is it?

She rubs her eyes. Sunlight sprawls across the bed, edging towards her at a snail's pace.

Noticing Tom's phone on the bedside table, she rolls over and picks it up. Touches the screen to wake it.

CLOSE on her as she pauses, completely forgetting to look at the time.

SHIV'S POV -- seeing that the wallpaper on Tom's phone is a photo of the two of them together.

She looks moved as she sees this. Touched. But then also... disarmed, and vulnerable. Knowing how much she means to him. How much he means to her.

INT. TOM'S APARTMENT - NIGHT

Tom relaxes on his lounge, cuddling Mondale, watching his enormous flat screen.

His phone starts vibrating on the coffee table in front of him.

He answers:

      WOMAN: (V/O)
      Tom, you there?

      TOM:
      Hi... yeah! Who's this?

He pulls his phone away from his ear and looks at the screen, confused. Unsure of the number.

Loud, thumping, repetitive music can be heard in the background. The sound of a crowd cheering. Rambunctious.

      WOMAN: (V/O)
      It's Mel — Shiv's friend from college. We met briefly the other week.

      TOM:
      Oh yeah, sure sure! Hi! How are--

      MEL: (V/O)
      --Are you free right now, to maybe come and help... get Shiv home?

      TOM:
      (increasing concern)
      Well yeah of course... is something up?

      MEL: (V/O)
      Yeah she's just... over-indulged again. Real bad, this time. Asked me to call you if this happened.

      TOM:
      Oh fuck... fuck. OK. I'm on my way right now. Text me the address?

Tom hangs up and goes for the door. He pats himself down, checking his pockets for his keys and wallet. Grabs his coat, and charges off down the stairs.

EXT. CLUB - NIGHT

Mel waits out the front of a chic looking club in Soho. A long-line of club-goers stretches down the street.

Tom slips the bouncers a wad of cash and they let them straight on through.

INT. CLUB / LADIES BATHROOM - NIGHT

We see Mel leading Tom through the crowd, up some stairs, and into the ladies bathroom.

Some women give him a double take as he enters.

TOM's POV -- seeing Shiv, slumped over a toilet, vomit absolutely everywhere. She's as white as a sheet. A few women are keeping watch of her.

      WOMAN #1:
      (coldly)
      She's still breathing at least. Barely.

      TOM:
      Fuck...

He kneels down next to Shiv, not bothered in the slightest that his trousers and coat are soaking in vomit.

      TOM:
      (looking around at Mel and the other women standing by)
      Why didn't anyone call a fucking ambulance?

No answer.

      TOM:
      (to Shiv)
      Shiv... sweetie. Shiv!

He gives her a gentle shake, but only gets a groan in response.

      TOM:
      What the fuck did she take?

      MEL:
      I don't know. Could have been anything.

Tom glares at Mel and the surrounding women. A scowling look. He turns back to Shiv and hunches down to pick her up, trying to ease her off the ground. It looks as though she's going to stand by herself, but then her legs slacken and she thunks back down onto the marble. So he picks her up again, struggling a little but managing to carry her in his arms.

      TOM:
      Move. Move out of the way!

We see Tom's face, red with the strain. Veins protruding in his neck. Determined to get Shiv out of there.

He rushes out of the bathroom. Straight down the stairs, barging through the crowd. Strobe lights pulsing, lighting up the exit.

EXT. STREET - NIGHT

The icy air from the street shakes Shiv from her sedated state.

      SHIV:
      (looking up at Tom)
      Oh God... no. I'm gonna... puke.

      TOM:
      It's OK. It's OK. Hurl if you have to.

She tries to hold it back, but can't. Vomit, all over Tom's coat and shirt.

      SHIV:
      I'm so... fucking sorry Tom.

      TOM:
      Shhh. Shiv, it's OK. Let's just get you home safe.

Tom moves ahead, pushing past people on the street. He's intent. Determined. Glancing around for a cab.

He looks down at her Shiv's face intermittently, worried by the stark absence of colour. The lifelessness.

      TOM:
      Let's just go over here for a minute, sweetie.

He beelines for a bench and plonks them both down on it. She falls across him, limp. One of her heels dangles from her foot, clinging to the tip of her toe before clunking onto the concrete.

Tom feels the skin on her cheek. Tries to gauge her temperature.

He undoes one of her shirt buttons and puts his palm up to her chest, checking her heartbeat.

      TOM:
      (panicked)
      You're heart is absolutely humming, Shiv.

      SHIV:
      (speaking with her eyes half-open)
      Oh... yeah...?

Tom slides out his phone and starts dialing. He turns his face away from her.

      TOM:
      (into phone)
      Hi yeah, yeah. I need an ambulance for my girlfriend. I think she's taken something. I really don't--

      SHIV:
      --No... Tom... You better not be... calling a fucking--

She tries to smack the phone out of his hand, but fails. Barely able to raise her arm.

Tom leans further away from her and continues the call.

INT. SHIV'S NYC APARTMENT - DAY

Tom and Shiv enter, silent. A heaviness in the air.

      SHIV:
      Well, that was fun...

Shiv slams the door behind them. Her skin, still a little sickly and pale, but improved from when we last saw her.

Tom looks sheepish. Like he knows he's in trouble. He tries terribly to make light of the situation:

      TOM:
      Ha, yeah - which part? Having your stomach pumped? Being in hospital for almost 3 days? Or... or those slimy paparazzi bastards waiting for
      you at the door?

Shiv glares absolute daggers at him.

      SHIV:
      Yeah. Funny. Totally... like you'd even fucking know what that shit is like, Tom.

      TOM:
      I... I don't know what that's like. But I'm just so glad you're safe, honey.

He comes up behind her and tries to take her in his arms. She jerks away from his embrace, and walks over to the window, staring out. She catches her own reflection and is startled.

A pause.

      SHIV:
      You know... I think maybe this is where we end this. Whatever this is.

      TOM:
      Wait... what?

Tom is absolutely floored.

      TOM:
      Shiv, are you... are you fucking serious right now?

      SHIV:
      Yeah. I'm sorry, Tom... I just... you can't seriously be surprised? I told you I'm a fucking mess. I can't do this shit. I just can't--

      TOM:
      --But... fuck. I love you, Shiv. I'm fucking crazy about you. I thought you... felt...

Tom tears up. He chokes on his words.

CLOSE on Shiv's reflection in the window. Looking away from Tom. Tears in her eyes, too. Restraining herself.

      SHIV:
      Maybe you should just... go.

      TOM:
      (struggling)
      Shiv... please. Sweetie.

He edges towards her, reaching out his hand and running it down her arm.

But she turns further away. Refusing to look at him.

      SHIV:
      Tom, just... fuck off, OK? Not now.

A long, painful pause.

The slow intake of Tom's breath. He turns and leaves.

INT. TOM'S OFFICE - DAY

Kendall strides into Tom's office, unannounced.

      KENDALL:
      (perked up, very likely on coke)
      Hey hey, it's the man of the hour!

Tom looks up, bemused. His eyes appear distant. Empty.

      TOM:
      Huh? Oh... me?

      KENDALL:
      Just got the figures in for South and Central. Well done, Wambsgans. First time in years we've seen these kind of gains. Turning that
      mother-fucking-ship around!

Tom leans forward and looks up at Kendall. He tries, desperately, to appear thrilled by this news.

      TOM:
      Oh, right, right. Great! That sure is... good to hear.

      KENDALL:
      Fuck yeah it is. Come on - get up. Let's take you out to celebrate.

      TOM:
      Oh no, I- I don't know, Kendall. I've got like, a lot of work to--

      KENDALL:
      --Come on, man. You can invite Shiv. I don't mind. I know you two are a thing, and that's fine by me. Whatever. Bring her along.

Tom looks pained by the very mention of her.

      TOM:
      Shiv? I mean... I don't know if we're exactly speaking right now. I haven't heard from her in a week.

Kendall pauses.

      KENDALL:
      Fuck, really? Sorry man.

He sits down across from Tom.

      KENDALL:
      Rome told me you two were having a fuck-a-thon that kinda, moved up to the next level. Real deal type shit.

      TOM:
      Yeah, well, she told me to fuck off when I last saw her, so... I don't know exactly where that leaves us.

      KENDALL:
      Oof... rough. Sounds like Shiv is being, well... Shiv.

Tom looks down at his hands. He doesn't want his boss to see him emotional like this.

      TOM:
      Can we... do a raincheck? Another time, you know--

      KENDALL:
      --No, no, I get it. When Rava and I separated for a while one time, I didn't leave the house for like five days. So, do you what
      you've gotta do man. Next time, OK?

Kendall stands up and taps the back of the chair.

      KENDALL:
      Big night soon. You, me, Rome, Shiv... if you guys patch that up.

Tom nods. Forcing a smile.

      KENDALL:
      Love your work Wambsgans.

Kendall exits. The door closes behind him, sealing Tom back into his silence.

We see Tom slide his phone out his pocket, and go into his messages. He stalls over 'Shiv'. Deliberating.

He puts his phone back down.

EXT. MANHATTAN STREET - DUSK

Tom walks down a bustling Manhattan street. It's peak hour. We see the Waystar building shimmering in the sunset, over his shoulder.

He looks as though he is going to hail a cab, but he suddenly halts, and feels around in his coat pocket.

He steps backwards. Past the steady traffic of walking commuters.

Close on his phone - a new message from Shiv.

He opens it. It reads:

I miss you. Meet me tomorrow?

Tom starts typing something in reply. Something we're not privy to.

EXT. CENTRAL PARK - MORNING

Shiv stands alone under a large, bare oak tree. The leaves all withered away from the winter sting.

A giant white scarf is wrapped around her neck.

We see Tom approach her. He's had a haircut. Freshly shaven. Donning a new black coat and pinstripe scarf.

      SHIV:
      (desperate to break the ice)
      It's fucking freezing.

Fog billows out from her mouth and nose as she exhales.

Tom smiles at her and nods. Unsure of what to say.

      SHIV:
      Well... don't you look cute, Wambsgans.

She reaches her hand out towards him. He takes it. A look of sheer relief on his face, now. Like he might cry at any moment.

      TOM:
      You look... so beautiful.

      (Beat)

      TOM:
      Want to walk?

Shiv pulls him closer. Intertwining their fingers.

      SHIV:
      Sure.

They stroll around the park, dodging the ducks and discussing Waystar office gossip. Pretending as if nothing has happened, until Shiv has to get it out:

      SHIV:
      Tom, listen... I... — you remember what you said to me last week?

      TOM:
      Yeah, which part?

      SHIV:
      You know, the whole... 'I love you' shtick.

      TOM:
      Of course.

They stop and look at each other.

      SHIV:
      Well I just- I wanted to say I'm sorry that I left you hanging like that. That wasn't cool of me, and I'm sorry I was such a bitch when you
      took me to the hospital. I could have fucking died if you hadn't of done that.. and, uh...

Tears well in her eyes. She looks away from him.

      SHIV:
      Fucking... Jesus. I didn't want to cry.

She bursts into a sob, mascara bleeding down her cheeks. Tom holds her close. He wipes some tears from her face.

      SHIV:
      I'm so fucking sorry if I hurt you. I didn't mean--

      TOM:
      --Shiv... sweetie.

He lifts her chin up so that their eyes meet. He bends down to kiss her on the lips.

They linger there, foreheads touching.

      TOM:
      It's OK. I love you. I fucking adore you. That's never going to change.

Shiv clenches Tom's hand tighter. She smiles sweetly at him.

      SHIV:
      I love you too, Tom. So much.

INT. ELEVATOR - LOGAN ROY'S TOWNHOUSE - DAY

      SHIV:
      It'll be fine, honey. Just relax.

Tom and Shiv are squished into the elevator, heading up into Logan's townhouse.

      TOM:
      I know, I know. But I'm just... I'm seeing your dad, Shiv. Outside of work. In his home. What if I say the wrong thing, or--

      SHIV:
      --It's easy. Just nod and agree with everything he says. At least for now. Smile and... I'll take care of the rest.

      TOM:
      (sweating like a pig-man)
      OK, sure, yeah... yeah! I can do that.

Shiv looks at him with sympathy and adoration. Tilting her head. She pulls him down towards her and kisses him on the cheek.

      SHIV:
      You're worrying about nothing. They'll love you, because I love you. I mean... sure - their idea of love is a little... off. But you know what I mean.
      They'll love you as much as their blackened hearts are capable of love.

The elevator opens up to the foyer.

INT. FOYER - LOGAN ROY'S TOWNHOUSE - DAY

Roman is standing in there, scrolling on his iPhone, looking at memes. A glass of wine dangles from his other hand.

      ROMAN:
      (already drunk)
      Well fuck-a-doodle-doo.

He saunters over and shakes Tom's hand. Clearly taking the piss. Tom towers over him.

      TOM:
      (beaming)
      Hi Roman!

      ROMAN:
      Wambsgans.

Roman nods and produces a self-satisfied smirk.

      ROMAN:
      Welcome to the dark side.

Shiv pushes past her brother.

      SHIV:
      Dip-shit. Anyone else here yet?

Kendall and Rava enter. They are quick to come over. Polite and friendly.

      KENDALL:
      (shaking Tom's hand)
      Nice to see you, Wambsgans.

      (Beat)

      KENDALL:
      (smiling)
      No business talk today. Just... family time.

Kendal turns to his wife.

      KENDALL:
      Have you met Rava before? I can't remember.

Before Tom can answer, their conversation is interrupted by a groan, emanating from the top of the stairs.

Everyone turns to see Logan up there, his head held high. King of the castle.

He clambers down the steps slowly. Eying Tom up as he approaches. Enjoying the increasing trepidation evident in his subject.

      LOGAN:
      So... Tom. You finally tamed my daughter?

      TOM:
      Uhh, ha-ha! Yes. I, I suppose so!

Shiv rubs Tom's arm to try and calm him.

      LOGAN:
      Good, good. Admirable, really.

A cold, distant look on Logan's face. He manages a modest smile when looking at Shiv.

      LOGAN:
      She sure seems smitten, which is... unheard of.

Tom grins, all goofy. His shoulders start to relax.

      LOGAN:
      Seems I've only been hearing good things about you, in fact... so—

Logan turns and points to one of his servers.

      LOGAN:
      You — get this man a drink, so we can welcome him to the family.