Nikolas: Well, what do you --

Luke: What, are you expecting somebody else maybe?

~*~

Nikolas: Can I ask what the hell you're doing?

Luke: I'm calculating how many yards of cement it'd take to plug this hole. I'm happy to report there ain't enough concrete in the universe. That is a one-way highway to hell. What are you doing here? Erecting a tombstone? Maybe building a shrine?

Nikolas: What if I like the shrine idea? That's what people do for their parents, right?

Luke: Well, some people should've never been born, let alone allowed to breed.

Nikolas: You know, Luke, you might want to watch what you say because one unexpected move, one tiny shove and I could send you right down there in that dark hole where good old Stavros, I'm sure, is waiting there for you.

~*~

Luke: {Pulling up the rope} Well, so who are you today, Nikolas? The righteous avenging angel or did you finally decide you actually are a chip off the old brimstone?

Nikolas: Well, you've referred to me as so many things, Luke. Why don't you just refresh my memory?

Luke: Oh, I don't know. I got a million of them -- "demon seed," "son of satan," "omen boy."

Nikolas: So here we are alone for the first time. Anything could happen and no one would know. I could send you right down to the dark side down there and -- that thought crossed your mind, Luke?

Luke: No, it hasn't. I've had important things on my mind.

Nikolas: Sure you have. You're just one cool cat, aren't you?

Luke: Uh-huh.

Nikolas: But you just can't answer that one burning question -- am I really like my father? Scary thought, isn't it? Well, you could make a guess, but you just can't quite be sure. Confusing, don't you think?

Luke: Nikolas, my boy, we find the faults in others that are the closest to our own.

~*~

Nikolas: So you're a shrink now. A mind reader? So where'd you train, the Spencer blues and sensitivity center? Huh?

Luke: I don't do sensitivity. Don't, won't, can't. Bores me. And I'm not a mind reader, either, but I can read the road map of my experience because it's carved in my hide. I'll tell you what you are, my friend. You are what you do. You are the choices you make. So you can climb your family tree and look in every branch. Count all the loonies. You can wait for yourself to flip out or you can just stand in the mirror 24/7 and wait for your bicuspids to sprout fangs. You do have a reflection in the mirror, don't you? And you check it?

Nikolas: Yeah, I'm watching a mirror waiting for my fangs to pop out.

Luke: Good.

Nikolas: Mm-Hmm.

Luke: Good. I'll give you 10 cents worth of advice, even though you haven't asked. Question everything. Trust nobody. Test, question, verify. Because people will lie to you. "Crime doesn't pay"? Who says? Crime pays big time, especially if you're willing to live with the consequences, the toll it takes. Oh, this is one I like. "Love is blind." Love ain't blind. Love sees everything, warts and all. And I guess my favorite is "the best things in life are free." What a lie. Nothing's free. Everything's got a price tag. You just have to decide what it is you're willing to pay for and what it is you ain't willing to pay for. And in the end, the choices you make, you got to live with them. You can't go back. The past is dead and gone. You can't buy it, steal it, or love it back. And then in the end, life is over. We all end up dying alone. So in that sense, your old man was no different than me, you, or anybody else. Stay here. I'll be right back. {He leaves and Nikolas drops the ring down the hole}

Luke: {Comes back} Want to give me a hand with this?

~*~

Nikolas: You got it?

Luke: I got it. Ok.

Nikolas: Got it?

Luke: Watch your fingers! That ought to hold him. {Luke drills and Nikolas starts to chuckle} What's up? Something I said?

Nikolas: I don't know. Something just kind of -- just came over me. I don't know what it was.

Luke: Closure?

Nikolas: Yeah, I guess that's what it was. So, Luke, you want to go get a drink or something maybe?

Luke: You want to have a beer with me?

Nikolas: Well, why not? There's a first time for everything, right?

Luke: Yeah. Why not? I have something I promised myself I'd do first, but why don't you go over to Jake's and order us a pitcher?

Nikolas: You got it. Oh, Luke -- it's been fun. You know that? It's been fun. See you. {Nikolas leaves, Luke stays and dances on Stavros' "grave"}