TRANSCRIPT (SPEAKING WITH LUCY)
Lucy and Regina enter the bedroom. L: "Do you mind pulling your sleeve up a bit?" Regina attempts to roll her sleeve up, only for the knitwear to bunch up around the wound. Instead, she wrestles her arm out of the sleeve, letting the sweater rest, cattywampus, around her neck. L: "Goodness... How in the world did that happen?" R: "Oh, I did it." L: "What...? Why? What happened?" R: "I just have a habit of scratching myself there. It's not a big deal." They enter the bathroom. L: "Any specific reason?" R : "You know. Nerves. Bad feelings. That sort of thing." L: "Poor thing... Could you sit on the edge of the bathtub there?" Regina does as asked and, annoyed by the way her sweater hangs off her body, tugs it off over her head. It leaves her hair frizzy. R: "Shit." L: "It's okay, I'll help you set it later." R: "Beth did it." L: "An...