(Pete is amorous. Debbie is giggly but slightly resisty.)

Pete: Debbie, come on. Just for a minute.

Debbie: No, I can't. I have to meet a friend.

Pete: So you'll be late but happy.

(He pulls her into a supply closet. He's moving further, but Debbie resists.)

Debbie: No, no. Let's stay here.

Pete: Relax, Debbie. What's wrong with you today?

(he notices empty jar)

Pete: What is that?

Debbie: Nothing. Kiss me.

Pete: No. Debbie, you did not drink that, did you?

Debbie: Drink it? You know I didn't.

Pete: Debbie, what's going on?

(...a little later...)

(Pete is very angry. Debbie is scared.)

Pete: So the bottle just jumped out of the cabinet and spilled on its own.

Debbie: Of course not. I-I was trying to get rid of it.

Pete: You were trying to get rid of it?

Debbie: To help you. You know how you get.

Pete: You think this has *anything* to do with how I get?

Debbie: Well, when you drink it...

Pete: When I drink it, nothing, Debbie. Nothing! I don't need this anymore, okay? I am way, *way* past that now. You see? (breaks a bottle) You see?! (breaks another) No more. (breaks a third) You could pour out everything I made, and it wouldn't help. And you wanna know why? You wanna know why?! Because all it takes now is you, Debbie. You and your STUPID, GRATING VOICE!

(he transforms into his Mr Hyde form)

Pete: *You're* the reason I started the formulas in the first place: to be the man you wanted! And you pay me back how? By whoring around with other guys and taunting me!

(he backhands her)

Debbie: No! I don't! I don't even look!

Pete: Is that something your shrink taught you, Debbie? Huh? Huh? To share? To communicate? To piss me off?!

(he hits her again)

Pete: Well, guess what? Even *he's* not going to listen to your pathetic ramblings anymore. I'm all you've got now, Debbie! Do you hear me? I AM ALL YOU'VE GOT!

(he calms down)

Pete: Oh, my God.

(he reverts to normal)

Pete: Hey, Debbie. Hey, listen. You know you shouldn't make me mad. Huh? You know what happens. Debbie, please. Are you all right?

(He kisses her forehead. She responds and puts her arms around his head. She strokes his hair as they hold each other tightly.)

Debbie: It's okay. It's okay.

written by: Marti Noxon; Transcribed by: AleXander Thompson . Full transcript at:
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