Page 4. I really am not sure how far I gonna do this.

Here is the rest of the script as mini FF:

He stood up again and looked at her, waiting. Had his words been able to touch her heart?
She was silent for a moment until she tentatively began to speak. "Because of you, I pushed my brother away. It was the first time I wanted to prove myself alone. I didn't want to be inferior to you in anything. You, who was so completely sure of yourself and fought fiercely for what was his... I didn't want anything to happen to Poe but it was also a little liberating for me to decide for myself...
(flashback to her destroying the shadow and Scrooge getting his dime back)
Your refusal to help me hurt because I believed we were alike even when we fought each other... I guess I was mistaken..."
Scrooge took her hand in his. "No, Magica. You were not mistaken. That's what scared me, and I've tried all these years to suppress that feeling so I wouldn't have to admit to myself that this witch I met fascinated me, that didn't behove one of the 'good guys'... Had we met under different circumstances, I..." He looked deep into her eyes. "Do you think we can start over? Maybe together we can be more than what we are..." He showed off his dime. "Maybe this will help us track down your brother and then we'll find a way to change him back. We can't right all the wrongs of our past, but maybe this."
Tears stood in Magica's eyes and her heart pounded loudly. After what had happened to her brother, she had never tormented and turned others again. She had focused solely on the search. And on hating Scrooge. She had never succeeded in either, because even though he had hurt her, she had never lost her admiration for the man and his nature. She had made it her goal to learn everything about him and had tried several times to get his dime, hoping it would help her find her brother. But never again had she dared to ask Scrooge for help, never again had she given him the chance to see more in her than a wicked witch. Until the fateful day when she was imprisoned in the dime. Fifteen years alone with her grief and anger had made things worse, but maybe now she could finally be set free.
Almost imperceptibly she nodded "Yes... I... I am sorry too. It was only after my brother was taken from me that I began to doubt that my family's path was the right one. But I have no idea what to do instead. Alone I was so..." She faltered, could she even trust Scrooge? But for the first time, he looked at her with warmth and understanding in his eyes, his hand continuing to gently hold hers. "...Lost..." she finished her sentence.
Suddenly he pulled her into his arms, gently so that she could resist if she wanted but firmly. "I know the feeling all too well, Magica."
( flashback to to Della)
He looked at her and tenderly wiped a few tears from her eyes. "From now on, let's find out together what is the right path for us. I ask you to stay by my side..."
Magica nodded again in relief. "Yes, I would like that, Scrooge." Whatever they might achieve, being with him felt right."There is one more thing I wanted to do when you so brazenly burst into our castle, had I not needed to redeem my evil reputation..."
She raised her hands, gently stroked his sideburns and tentatively brought her face closer to his. For a moment he seemed surprised. But then a smile of satisfaction came over his lips and his eyes closed as if of their own as their lips tentatively touched...