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Tailor: I can’t do this Mike. I can’t do it.

(Mike stands.)
Mike: What happened?

Anna: She killed her brother.
(Tailor turns back to Anna.)

Tailor: (screaming) I didn’t mean to! (Tailor has a complete emotional breakdown. She

collapses onto the floor, sobbing.) (Mike runs to her side.)
Mike: Didn’t mean to what?

Tailor: (between sobs) Ashton. It was an accident.
(Mike becomes more concerned for her. He embraces her on the floor. Anna proudly watches

from a distance.)

Mike: Honey, you know that wasn’t your fault.
Tailor: Yes, it was. I was the one driving.

Mike: The other driver ran the red light. You couldn’t have predicted that.
(Tailor listens, but continues to cry.)

Mike: It wasn’t your fault. Your mother had no right blaming you.
Tailor: What if she was right?

Mike: The sweet, loving Tailor I know would have never done anything to harm someone she

loves.
Tailor: I don’t know...

Mike: You’re doing great, honey. Talk to yourself like you would a client again, but this time
specifically about the accident.

(Tailor reluctantly nods her head. She takes another deep breath before turning to Anna.)

Tailor: How did the accident happen?
Anna: You were driving. A car ran a red light. You didn’t see it, and you t-boned it.

Tailor: Does not seeing a car running a red light make it my fault?
Anna: Well, you’re the one that hit the car.

Tailor: But I didn’t see them. They broke the law.

Anna: But you still hit them.
Tailor: Did I break the law?

Anna: Well, no.
Tailor: So it’s not my fault?

Anna: Shut up.

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