in the neck and quick he kissed her
[RACHEL is standing at the sink when FITZ walks in. He wearily walks over to a chair at the table and sits down heavily. RACHEL, without turning around, begins to speak.]
- RACHEL: Do you know what your daughter did today?
FITZ: Do I look like I know what my daughter did today?
RACHEL: Ask me what Jessica did today, Fitz.
FITZ: Do we have to do this now?
RACHEL: She hit Emily.
FITZ: What?
RACHEL: Mmmhmmm. You should see what she did to Emily. Poor thing's arm is still all red. I had put them down to watch some TV so I could finally get these dishes done, and as soon as I get my back turned, I hear Emily screaming bloody murder. I run in, there's Jessica with her arm up to smack her again.
FITZ: What did you do?
RACHEL: I grabbed onto Jessica's wrist before she could hit Emily again. Thought about giving Jessica a few smacks herself, teach her a lesson, but what does that solve, right? I told her to go to her room, and then do you know what your daughter did?
FITZ: She's your kid as much as she is mine.
RACHEL: [ignoring him] Your daughter starts hitting me! Throwing a tantrum, saying she hates me, I'm a terrible mother. For Chrisssake, Fitz, the girl's nine years old. Do you know where the hell she's learning this?
FITZ: [growing angry] Stop calling her just my daughter. You gave birth to her.
RACHEL: I said do you know where the hell she's learning this?
FITZ: How the hell am I supposed to know?
RACHEL: From those stupid crime shows you're always watching. I'd bet money on it. And don't I ask you all the time to turn it off in front of the kids? For Heaven's sake, Fitz, it's a crappy show anyway. Have a little consideration for your daughters, would you? Lord knows they don't see enough of you.
FITZ: I'm home every chance I get.
RACHEL: No, Fitz, you're not. If you're not working, off saving the world or whatever else you do, then you're out with Miller drinking, and if you're not off with Miller, you're sitting in front of the TV watching a bunch of shit that I don't want our girls seeing! I cannot raise these kids all on my own! You have to take some responsibility for them. They're yours too.
FITZ: Oh, so now they're ours again? Thank God. I was starting to worry you'd fucked around on me.
RACHEL: Can't you see the family resemblance? Jessica probably inherited that temper from your mother, didn't you say she used to beat you? Or maybe she got it from your dad, I guess we should be thankful that she's not into crack by now. Oh! Oh! Or maybe she gets it from you, Roger. What was it you did to get landed in juvy?
- FITZ: Don't you dare, Rachel. I swear to fucking God, one more word and I'll --
RACHEL: Oh right! I remember now! You mugged that old woman and left her for dead in a back alley. How much did you say you got for it? Five dollars and a pack of breathmints? Well you know what, Fitz? If this becomes a habit? If she ends up in juvy, in jail? It will be your fau--
- FITZ: God, baby, I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I'm so goddamned sorry, okay?
- FITZ: Look, I'm sorry, are you listening to me?
RACHEL: I'm listening to you.
FITZ: Look at me if you're listening to me.
RACHEL: I said I'm listening to you.
FITZ: Okay. I'm sorry. My temper just got away from me for a minute there. It was a long day. I'm a little stressed out. I'm sorry. You're fine, right? Yeah, look at you, you're fine. You're just fine.
- FITZ: You know I'd never hurt you, right? Yeah, you know I would never hurt you. I'm here to protect you, babe, I'm not going to hurt you. I just had one hell of a day. You just would not believe the shitty day I had.
RACHEL: [snaps] Are you making excuses?
FITZ: No, that's not an excuse, I'm just telling you. Look, put some ice on it, it'll stop the swelling. I'm sorry. Are you gonna tell your friends what happened?
RACHEL: No I'm not going to tell my friends what happened.
FITZ: You know I don't like Noreen, she's a gossip. Nah, listen, if your friends ask, just tell them you had a little accident. You know that's what it was, right? An accident?
- FITZ: I'm sorry. So fucking sorry.