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At Bournemouth House:
Kat *After
Abby departs draws a deep breath of relief. After a change of clothes, she arms
herself then exits through the window and down the trellis. Grabbing a shovel
from the tool shed, she heads off through the woods.*
At the hospital:
Don Juan *comes out of the
room followed by a flustered nurse adjusting her lab coat* Just one prick of
a needle, Ava, it can change the world in an instant. As the results will take
a few days, I will be leaving now. Have a nice time with a wife you stole and
with a business you stole, George. Like a true criminal you can't even show shame
before your victim.
The nurse *blushing, casting a hostile look towards George, to Ava* Will you please take the kids in now, Mrs. De Marco.
George *to Don* The only victim around here is Ava you treated like rubbish for the whole of your relationship. Don
your nothing how dare you say you love women when the woman you supposedly loved the most you treat her like
dirt. Why even if she wanted to come back to you I wouldn't think she would because you can’t treat her right.
You just walk away like you always do Don some one else will pick up the broken pieces. *just to make Don angry* You never
loved Ava if you did you would prove it
Ava: *taking Sam in
shortly followed by George with Lola she looks at the nurse and gives her a cutting remark* you can take that thought straight
out of your mind it's none of your business. *she moves Sam so he can’t
see the needle, Sam screams and Lola goes rigid* there there little one it's all done ssh. *the nurse repeats the same on
Lola who just gives her an evil look* what she do to you you tell her *Lola blabbers in baby talk and they leave the
room*
At From Hell Court:
Abberline *muttering to himself,
a habit he has acquired lately* Riddles, riddles and more riddles...
Jeanne
*appearing from the Shark's Tooth, walking silently beside him* But I just love
riddles! There's got to be some excitement and mystery in life.
Abberline
*starts, drops his cigarette* Bloody hell! I
don't need any kind of excitement in life. I want peace and harmony. I want to live with my family without having constantly to worry about them. I want days where the greatest excitement is what will be for dinner.
Jeanne *looks at him curiously* I don't think that that kind of life would suit you at all. You are not the family man type. If you were, you wouldn't
be wandering here. You would be sitting by the fire with your daughter and wife.
Abberline:
I am going to divorce my wife. I
have had enough of passion and crazy love ... I'll never let any woman in my life again. *he
lights another cigarette* And I can't sit by the fire when my son ... He has
been kidnapped.
Jeanne: Wow! If
you are planning a rescue party, count me in! I can handle a weapon!
Abberline *faintly smiling* No. Your weapons would be of no use against this enemy. Marchand can't be simply shot ...
Jeanne: Did
he kidnap your son? Oh, I know about him. He's
so fascinatingly evil! I have read the book about the soul box. You have to tell
me some day more about it. Is it really your first wife who is the keeper now?
How do you feel about it? And how
was it like being in the box? And where is the soul box now?
Abberline:
I wish you would drop the subject.
Jeanne *shrugs* Sure. But you have to tell me more sometime when you are in
a better mood. Why don't you alert the authorities to find and recover your son?
Abberline
*irritated* And just who would that be? The Security? I still am a part of that organization. Portsmith? Don't be stupid. All right, it was nice seeing you, but now
I have to go.
Jeanne: I gather you are not taking me along?
Abberline: No. Go home. *he turns and leaves her, without looking back, taking his way out of From Hell Court, out of Deppville
town, towards the Sleepy Hollow Woods where Marchand's old hideaway was. Maybe
he still resides there.*
Jeanne *after him, knowing he doesn't hear her* Just
call me when you need help, Inspector Abberline. I'd be much obliged. I always loved men with a troubled past and dark intense eyes ...
*she shrugs and returns to the Shark's Tooth*
The Wonkas in London:
*Merely a few hours after
Willy's temper tantrum, the children are prepared to visit their Aunt Fiona and Madame excitedly packs them into the car.
Meanwhile, Willy sits behind the driver's seat, both hands on the wheel, staring straight ahead, frowning away at the world.
Madame jumps in shuts her door and sighs*
Madame: Let's make
a deal. If you do not start this car and drive to your Aunt Fiona's house within the next three minutes, you don't get
sex for three weeks.
Willy *flips* OH COME ON!!!
Madame *holds up a hand* I don't want to hear it, William Wonka. *lets hand down* Now if you do drive and put up with her for at least a half hour, more if I like her, we'll go to Adam
and Eve tonight.
Willy *grunts* Promise?
Madame *grabs his chin and
turns his face to hers* I promise. *kisses
his forehead* Now enough. Drive.
Willy *starts the car, turns
to back up, and keeps his foot on the brake for a minute* This is so unfair.
Madame: Drive. *Willy turns and backs up, then pulls away, trying
to move in a slow pace to his Aunt's without Madame noticing.*
At the hospital:
Miranda *sees Ava and George
off with the twins, feeling a little blue having to part yet with two children she was accustomed to take care of. She is about to follow them when a nurse stops her*
The nurse *holding a folder in her hand, touching
her hand* You are Miss Jesse ...
Miranda *gasps for air as she rips herself
free* I am not! I am Miranda! Don't you see, I am Miranda!
The nurse *nods seriously* Yes, I can see that. If you want to be called Miranda, fine
by me. *she grips her arm again, this time much tighter and ushers her into a
large examination room* Dr. Drake has ordered a brain scan to determine the damage
to the brain tissue. We do have to make several other tests as well.
Miranda
*looks stunned at the equipment, all the blinking lights, the big machines with lots of cords attached to them, and the most
horrible of them, a big tube with a stretcher that sends shivers through her body. Her
voice quivers* I - I want to go home, please.
The nurse *friendly but
firmly* You will get home after all the test are done. This is all for the best of you. We want to make you healthy
again. It was a terrible accident you were in, Jesse.
Miranda *shouts,
starts to cry* Miranda! I am Miranda!
I want out! *but she slumps into
a corner staring at the machines*
The nurse *nods to herself, making a note of the patient’s hysterical tendencies
and her unstable mind still in denial. She has clearly assumed another personality
because she was not able to handle the accident, and the damage it did to her. She
badly needs treatment. She looks sympathetically at Miranda as a doctor enters
the room* You can do it. None of
the tests will hurt you. *she tries to pull her up*
Miranda *struggles
frantically against, but she is lead towards the tube waiting to swallow her, and she starts to scream louder and louder*
At Chez Roux:
Godley *listens to Daphne,
eating ravenously* It is still not late for you to have a family. I never thought about that kind of stuff. It was juts natural
to take a wife and have kids. *he shrugs* But not all are family people. Maybe you really aren't. Have you given
up nursing? *he eats the last shreds of his steak and the mashed potato* And
now for some dessert. I hope you aren't one of those women who never eat dessert.
My wife, she has a healthy appetite and she never says nay to good food. But
she isn't very much concerned about weight and that kind of nonsense young women seem to be so obsessed of.
Daphne: You should have your family visit here sometime, I bet they would really like it here. I hope someday I can have a family. If
I meet the right guy. *she falls silent, eats some of the salmon* An’ I may go back to nursing. I liked it, but …
I don’t know, I can’t make any decisions like that right now. All
I can think about is Salome, an’ getting through all this. Once that’s
done, I’ll decide where I wanna go. Candy wants me to stay here. I might. But if I do, I think I’d rather do somethin’
else. I won't work at that hospital again, there are too many weird things that
happen there. *she thinks of Salome having disappeared from the morgue, shakes
her head. She watches Godley for a moment, can’t help but grin at his amazing appetite. She takes another sip of wine, pushes her plate away* This
salmon is delicious, but … I’ll stop now and take the rest to go. I
wanna save room for dessert. *she smiles*
I love dessert. I think one of the best things about being an adult is
you can have dessert if you don’t finish your meal. I hear the chocolate
mousse here is wonderful.
Godley: She's not very intent on traveling, but maybe when the grandkids grow up, she might consider it ... Chocolate mousse, always a good choice! Make
mine a double. I know, you are thinking of Salome. I'll deal with the case as soon as I have eaten, don't worry. Me
and the Inspector are on the case, I have to find him. Maybe he knows more, and
I have to know about the signing off the body from the morgue. Maybe he did it
for some reason. *finishes off his double mousse*
You'd best just wait, and I hope you won't wander anywhere after dark. I will call you when I know something more,
I promise. *he wipes his face and sighs contentedly* Ah, now I feel better.
Daphne: I won’t go anywhere on my own after dark from now on. *she looks at the waitress who approaches the table* I’ll
take a coffee, please *waves a hand at the table* … an’ put this all on my room tab. *waitress leaves, Daphne smiles gratefully at Godley* Sergeant,
thank you so much for helping with the case … an’ for being so kind, an’ for being such good company. I enjoyed our lunch. *she glances at
his empty plate* If you’re finished an’ you want to go an’
look for Inspector Abberline, please go ahead. This is such a nice table, I’m
just gonna stay here a little longer, finish my coffee, then head up to my room. I’m
sure you an’ the Inspector’ll get to the bottom of this case. Oh,
an’ Sergeant … please let Freddie know how sorry I am for any trouble he has to deal with ‘cause of me or
this case. I didn’t come back here to make trouble for him, I swear it. I’d like to be friends with him if we can, but … if not, I’ll understand.
Godley: Oh we will, I am sure of that. But I don't think that you
and he can be friends, sounding by his visit. *he waves her goodbye and starts
to walk towards the Office*
At Rartigillichal:
Manouche *arrives
home, enters the main house, calls out* Mr. Blake? Are ye ‘ere, love? *she looks in rooms as she walks
through the house, enters the kitchen and grins at the unmistakable trail he left behind:
her note, set aside; a plate with a few bread crumbs and three olive pits, a butter knife resting on it; a crumpled
page torn from a spiral notebook containing a few lines of verse, a pen resting next to that; and a glass with just a swallow
of brandy left. She picks up the glass, shrugs*
Waste not. *drinks it down. She
picks up the page, reads the verse, nods, whispers* Beautiful. *she reads it again, sets it back down where he left it. She
takes the dishes to the sink, rinses them; leaves the kitchen, turns off the light, goes upstairs to the bedroom, sees Blake
lying on the bed, still dressed, sound asleep. She comes to him, shakes him gently*
Blake *mumbles,
opens his eyes, sees her, smiles sleepily* It’s a lucky man who can say
that his wakin’ dreams surpass the ones he spins in his sleep. *he reaches
out, brings his arms around her, pulls her down beside him*
Manouche *smiles* An’ it’s a lucky woman what marries a poet. *kisses him deeply* I see from th’ clues that ye’ve
ad an evenin’ of paninni, olives, brandy, an’ inspiration.
Blake *yawns* An’ all that after hours of consulting on the repair of your ship. *winks* Told you I was a bargain.
Manouche: I never doubted it.
Blake *strokes
her hair* So how’d everything go with you?
What’s goin’ on with the Abberlines?
Manouche *sighs* I’m afraid I don’t know much more’n I did before that bloke came
t’ fetch me. But apparently there are those who think I ‘ave th’
inside story if I jus’ concentrate a bit. *shakes her head impatiently* Bloody ‘ell, I’m so tired o’ these blasted riddles. Fred were losin’ his patience with it all right quick, an’ I can’t say I blame ‘im.
Blake *twirls
a lock of her thick hair around his finger* What happens next, then? What’re you supposed to do now?
Manouche *pats
the buttoned pocket of her coat, the crystal tucked safely inside* I ‘ave
an assignment, in a manner o’ speakin’. I reckon I should get to
it … *her voice trails off as she looks into his eyes*
Blake *brings
the lock of hair to his lips, kisses it; smiles at her* Do you suppose it could
wait just a little longer? *he releases her hair, brings his hand down to her
shirt, unbuttons the top button*
Manouche *presses
closer to him, smiles* Well, it’s waited this long … I don’t
see what difference another hour or so would make … *Blake pulls her to him, holds her tight, kisses her, long and lingering;
she pulls back slightly after the kiss, gazing at him, her eyes smouldering* Ahh,
make that another two hours or so … *he chuckles softly as she shrugs off
her coat; she lies back down next to him, kissing him passionately*
At the Security office:
Hanson *looks around the office and sighs. There really
isn’t much to do here and kind of boring when you’re the only there. Still,
he’s glad that he got to stay behind instead of going with the Brascos and Isabella …all that supernatural stuff
is kind of creepy! He just hopes that everyone returns safely. He leans back in his chair with his head against the wall behind him and puts his feet up on the table;
may as well get comfortable. It doesn’t take long before his eyes get heavy
and he falls asleep*
Sands *enters the security building and walks past DeeDee without a word; he heads down the hall
and bursts open the door without knocking*
Hanson *wakes up startled and only just manages to grab hold of the desk to prevent falling off
his chair* Ever heard of knocking! *Sees
who it is and frowns* What are you doing here? I
thought you quit?
Sands *glaring at him coldly from behind his sunglasses* What’s
going on with you and Isabella?
Hanson *rolls his eyes* We’re friends and we
work together. What’s it to you?
Sands *sits down on the desk facing Hanson* See, I
don’t believe that. In fact, I think that it’s because of you that
she won’t give me a second a chance. *Looks him over* Not that I can see why she’d want a little puppy like you.
Hanson *glares back at him; he really hates when people call him that!* We’re not dating! If you must know, she doesn’t
think that you’re good for her … *mutters quietly* Can’t really
argue with that …
Sands *looks at him menacingly* And I suppose you’re
the one who put that thought into her head.
Hanson *He knows that provoking a guy like Sands is a bad idea – a really bad idea –
but still, he smiles wryly* Guess you should’ve thought twice about it
before you pushed her away and gave her time to come to her senses.
Sands *grits his teeth and clenches his fists; shakes his head* Now
that was stupid! *Rises from the desk, pulls his hand back and punches
Hanson causing him to fall off the chair and landing on the floor; leaves the office*
Hanson *glares after him, then carefully touches his nose … it’s not broken, but bleeding;
mutters* Terrific!
At the deMarcos’ house:
Ava *sits at the end of the
bed it’s 2.30 am she cannot sleep her thoughts are filled with what happened in the hospital it made her lay awake,
she kept thinking about Don she tried not to but there was an over whelming urge to settle things. She wants the one need
to be meet that not even George could meet although she tried to convince herself that he could. Even with the exchange of
vile hideous words at the hospital there is some sort of lingering that Don left her with. She still needs to feel that one
love from Don that made her feel so special for one last time. She looks back at a sleeping George, she sighs knowing that
Don will probably use this against her he may even refuse her but she has had the taste of the world’s greatest lover
and she wants more. She turns away from George and finds herself putting her black lace underwear on she slides on her stockings
and heads to the wardrobe. She chooses her strappy black silk dress it emphasizes her curves to the fullest. She slides on
her black heels and sprays her favourite seductive perfume. This is not her usual behaviour and she knows it, she loves George
with all her heart but there is a sense of danger being with Don. There is a
piece of her that misses him. She hates herself for what she is about to do and
she will never forgive herself for it but it needs to be done with. She hates herself more for even thinking about it she
can’t even understand why she would even conceive of the idea. She silently leaves the room and heads down stairs and
out of the front door and into the black of the night. She walks to Don’s home silently she walks up the path, sighing
she knocks on the door.*
Don Juan *opening the door
with a smirk, but his eyes looks at him seriously, the way she knows all too well, the way he knows works on her* Somehow I knew you would pay me a visit. I saw it in your eyes in the hospital. *he looks appreciatively
at her figure, then raises his hand and lets it glide down her curves on the smooth silk, then he whispers in her ear so that
she can feel his hot breath* Come in ...
Ava *catches her breath as
she hears his words linger in her ear ever so sweetly* Don *her body melts as Don’s hands run over her curves and she
sighs with relief as his warm breath caress her neck* No puedo esperar a volver a hacerte
el amor otra vez. Echo de menos todas esas noches. Te quiero.
Don Juan *moves still closer
to her, touches her lips with his, then kisses her deeply, leads her in and closes the door*
En route to the Security office:
Godley *hasn't walked far
when he can see a familiar figure* Inspector!
Abberline *turning round* Godley?
Godley: Well spotted,
Inspector. Do we have the same way? To
the Office? *he goes on, noticing Abberline's hesitation* If not, I suggest you'd come with me. We have to talk.
Abberline
*suspiciously* About what?
Godley:
The case, Inspector, what else. Salome's case. Why did you have the body transferred and where to?
Abberline *doesn't answer right away, but his
eyes get a strange remote look* I know where it is. She is buried in a cornfield, wrapped in a rug.
Godley *stops in his tracks* What?
Abberline: I saw it. In a vision.
Godley: You did?
Abberline: I thought
it was Daphne.
Godley *ironically* Ah, that explains a lot. You rushed to her. And seeing she was okay you suddenly got
an urge to sleep with her. Or was it the sight of her in a negligee? *he shakes his head in disgust*
Abberline: You have
talked with her.
Godley: I have.
She has changed very much. And she has sense enough to throw you out. What were you thinking? What's wrong
with you? Kat would certainly ...
Abberline *interrupting him* Kat wouldn't care. I am filing for a divorce. Can't live with her anymore.
Godley: And can you live
without her?
Abberline: I have to.
Godley *shakes his head again* So where can we find a cornfield?
Abberline:
Mort Rainey. She's there, I know it.
Godley: You are not implying that Mort killed her?
Abberline: I
just know that she lies there.
Godley: We'd better go and find her then.
Abberline
*thinks of Raven, Marchand, those weird men, Manouche, Kat's odd words about Metrea, and he feels a weary resignation. What was he thinking he could do? He
can do nothing* Yeah.
At the deMarcos’ house:
Ava *The morning after, wakes
from her night with Don, her head is on his chest she listens to every beat of his heart. She feels the warmth of his breath
caress her skin. His touch was as delicate as ever for one moment in time she is at peace.*
Don I thought I knew what I wanted but now I am not so sure *sighing* Don you saw the sadness in my eyes no one guessed,
I have been loveless and cold. With your breath you saved my soul. You smiled at me and what have I learned from
all those tears, Ive waited for you all those years, and just when it began I took your love away. You will always be...my
love, well I’ve been loved, so I know just what love is and the lover that I kissed was always by my side oh the lover
I still miss...*Ava wraps the one of covers around her and heads to his desk she picks up his mask and smiles* If I was weak,
forgive me. But I was terrified. You brushed my eyes with angels wings. Full
of love the kind that makes devils cry. *She puts his mask on* we shall wait for your love to return, Don we will be
waiting on the beach I shall never remove this in public. Take care of my love.
At the Security office:
*Isabella, Donnie and Grace return to the Security Office; they go straight into Donnie’s
office*
Donnie *speaking in a low voice* So it’s agreed
then … Grace and I will go back tonight and uh ... clean up.
Isabella *nods* Yes. I think that’s for the best,
I mean, none of us have any visible injuries so no one will believe it was self-defense. Especially
considering that we’re not reporting it straight away. And if someone else
reports it and the bullets are sent to forensics, it’s not that difficult to do a comparison to our guns.
Grace: Right ... ye don’t need te know where
we burry ‘em. I reckon it’s best ye know as little as possible in
case ye ‘ave to claim ne’er te ‘ave heard o’ any o’ it. Savvy?
Isabella *Nods; smiles a little* Well, I’ll go
tell Hanson that it’s taken care of and that everyone’s safe and sound. *Is
taken by surprise when Grace suddenly walks over to her and gives her a hug; smiles and hugs her back*
Grace *Releases her and smiles appreciatively* Cheers
mate. I don’t know what I would’ve done iffen those blokes had gotten
te Donnie.
Donnie *smiles; glad that it’s done and that Grace seems completely comfortable with Isabella
despite what happened while she was gone* We really appreciate it.
Isabella *smiles at them both* Don’t mention
it … and if you need help again, just ask.
Grace: That goes fer ye too.
Isabella: I’ll keep that in mind. *Leaves Donnie’s office, goes down the hall and enters her and Hanson’s office. She stops in the doorway and looks startled at Hanson and his bloody nose, then quickly flies over to him*
What happened?
Hanson *glares at her* Your ex-boyfriend happened!
Isabella: *surprised* Sheldon did this? *Angrily* I am so going hit him! *Runs out in the hall to the vending machine and returns with a cold soda-can; gently presses it against
Hanson’s nose* Here, it’ll help with the swelling.
Hanson *takes the soda can* Thanks … *looks at
her* If I have say in it, I’d prefer if you didn’t go look for him.
Isabella *frowns* Why? He
needs to know that it’s not OK to go around hitting my friends just because I don’t wanna go out with him!
Hanson: I know, but … I don’t want him
to hit you! And with a guy like that you just never know.
Isabella: *Looks at him for a moment; quietly* I know
him.
Hanson: *in surprise* You still care about him, don’t
you?
Isabella *sighs* Yes, I suppose I do. He used to be my friend … and if he really was going to hit me, he would’ve done it when I cost
him his eyesight.
Hanson *quietly* I guess so … just be careful.
Isabella *smiles a little* I will.
At the cornfield:
Godley *staring at the vast
cornfield behind the timber cottage* Uh oh, where do we start? Why are parts of the stalks trampled down?
Abberline *grabbing a sharp shovel that was leaning on
the wall, examining the blade, smoking a cigarette* Those are crop signs. If you could see from above, you would
see the intricate pattern they form, usually circles. Some claim that aliens use them as their landing marks,
though it beats me why they would need to make so complex patterns. One circle
would suffice. Land here. I am sure
that she was carried along a trampled path because in that way they didn't have to leave a trail. *he starts to walk into the cornfield like he were knowing where he was heading to.*
Godley *following
him* You know the exact place?
Abberline:
Not yet, but I will know when I see it. *they don't have to go far till
he stops. They have reached a place where the crop circles surround a small empty
place.* She's here. They didn't
care to carry her far.
Godley *crouches with a heavy sigh, trying to find any markings*
If you think so.
And from a secret window:
Spencer Armacost *an hour
later, watches from the secret window a black hearse with the body leaving. He
can see the two officers, walking quietly side by side, and his eyes follow them till they disappear from his view* Interesting. This is very interesting. How did he know?
At Sands’ house:
Isabella *knocks on the door impatiently*
Sands *opens the door holding little Marianne; smiles at first when he sees Isabella, then notices
her angry expression* Look, I’m sorry, but he just pissed me off!
Isabella *Indifferently* Uh-huh … could you put
the baby down?
Sands *Hesitantly* OK … *puts Marianne down on
her blanket with her toys on the floor, then returns to Isabella*
Isabella *punches him hard on the jaw* Where do you
get off thinking that it’s OK to hit my friends?!
Sands *holds his hand up to his jaw, glares at her* He
provoked me.
Isabella *angrily* That is the lamest excuse I’ve
ever heard and we both know that’s not why you hit him! *Coldly* We broke up, get over it!
Sands *quietly* So are you seeing him?
Isabella *rolls her eyes* No, I’m not …
but even if I were, you still have no right to hit him. Hanson’s a friend
… he’s been a really good friend to talk to and *smiles* he makes me laugh.
Sands *looks at her curiously* You like him …
you may not be dating him, but you like him.
Isabella *outraged* Why does everybody keep saying
that?!
Sands *carefully; wondering if she’ll hit him again* Because
it’s true.
Isabella *glares at him* No, it’s not! I’m gonna go now … *points at him* … and you stop hitting my friends.
Sands *smiles slightly* I’ll try …
Isabella *mutters* Guess that’s a start. *turns to leave, then stops and smiles* Cute
kid, by the way.
Sands *laughs* Thanks.
*after Isabella has gone, goes over and lies down on the floor next to Marianne* That
was Isabella, we like her … but I don’t think she likes Dad very much. *Marianne
continues chewing on a small teddy bear*
At Rartigillichal:
Kat *Slipping
up behind Marcos* Aren't you in the wrong place? I
thought Tuomas was to keep an eye on Manouche.
Marcos *Turns
startled* You should be at home. You're
not in your right mind.
Kat: Am I not?? Your lady is most powerful.
She used her spider as a focus to reinforce the magic in my tat and to clear
my mind, though it did take time. I know you're in the wrong place.
*Stares at him* You know she's suspected
for some time there was a traitor in her midst. But with the training you all
received to block her out, she couldn't be certain. Ironic innit, the very training
you got intended to protect her 'as been used against her.
Marcos: You're wrong.
Kat: Then 'ow come I found Tuomas back in the woods unconscious and bound to a
tree. What I don't understand is why.
Marcos *Pulling
a gun.* He promised me power beyond anything I could imagine. You are no longer useful. You've left me no choice, I have
to kill you. *A voice from behind him interrupts*
Jerod: I can't let you do that. *Marcos turns
and fires at Jerod; Jerod steps closer to him* You of all people should know
bullets are useless against my kind. *Baring his fangs, he sinks them into Marcos
flesh, drinking deeply. After a moment, Kat stops him.*
Kat: Don't get carried away. We need his obedience,
not another fledgling vampire.
Jerod *Steps
back and studies Marcos* There's a strong resemblance, obviously, but are you
certain he's descended from Carver?
Kat: The soothsayer is. That be enough for
me. What now?
Jerod: I take him to where Carver's body resides, remove the stake and use his blood kin's
blood to revive him and dispose of this scum. Then I inform Carver of Marchand's
location.
Kat: You found out where he is, then. Tell
me.
Jerod: So you can get yourself killed. No, go
home, leave the rest to Manouche and the soothsayer.
Kat *Glares
at him* I can take care of myself!
Jerod *Menacingly*
Go home!
Kat *Reluctantly
turns and walks away. Once out of sight, she ducks behind a tree and waits, knowing
they'll come this way.*
At the Security office:
Godley *in Abberline's office,
putting down his phone* He didn't take it well.
I have spoiled the great Cavalcanti Funeral Fashion Show, and he asked me what he will now do with the decorations
when there is not going to be any viewing. Damned if I know. Finally the poor woman will be able to rest in peace. Daphne wanted to see her, but I don't know
if that's wise.
Abberline: She's a nurse.
*rises up* I can tell her on my way home.
Godley: Oh no, you won't. Trying to get her to sleep with you is not
the kind of consolation she needs.
Abberline *defensively* I was drunk.
Godley:
I am going to Chez Roux to tell her.
Abberline *smirks* Quite a beauty, isn't she? Funny to see you interested in
a woman.
Godley: Very funny indeed.
I admit that I didn't like her a bit before, but she seems now to be a very nice girl indeed. She does not need involvement with you again, especially when you are married. We will hear about any fingerprints or traces on the rug in a couple of days.
Abberline: Trust me, there are no fingerprints.
Godley *looks at him sharply* Did you see them? You saw who they were, didn't you?
Abberline
*lights a cigarette* I am going home to see Chiana.
Godley *looks after
him, then he slams the folder shut*
At Rartigillichal:
Manouche *wakes
up next to Blake, sees he’s sleeping heavily; she smiles, kisses his face, quietly gets out of bed so she won’t
disturb him. She quickly gets dressed, leaves the bedroom, closes the door softly,
heads for her office, enters, closes and locks the door behind her. She finds
the big floor cushions, brings them to the center of the room, sits down, pulls the crystal ball that Marcos gave her from
her pocket. She sets it on the floor before her, gazes at it, trying to concentrate,
though she feels her mind is in a bit of a muddle; she’s not even quite sure what she’s looking for, what she
should be asking. Mutters* Bollocks. *she reaches for the crystal to pick it up and examine it more closely, then cries
out as she pricks her fingertip on a tiny rough edge at the base of the crystal.* Ouch! *She grasps her finger, winces, sees a couple of drops of blood come forth; her look
of mild annoyance changes to surprise as she hears a strange sound; she looks down, sees the crystal start to move on its
own … and she notices that it happened as a drop of her blood fell on it. She
continues to watch in fascination as the crystal trembles slightly, then she hears a strange hissing sound coming from it,
almost like a burst of steam. She leans closer, looks at the crystal, and her
eyes widen as she sees images, hazy at first, then growing clearer. She listens
carefully as a faint sound soon develops into tinny but distinguishable dialogue:*
Wilder magic …
The wilder has disappeared …
He’s not alone … do you know what this means?
We must find them before it’s too late.
You fool, it was already too late long before they ran away together.
You mean …
Of course. You should’ve gotten rid of the boy
long ago.
But they were such fast friends, it would’ve broken her heart …
And now it will kill her. And you know what will result
of their union …
But if we find them in time, we can stop them—
It’s too late. She’s conceived.
Manouche *quickly
brings her hands up to shield her eyes as a piercing bright light shoots forth angrily from the crystal, then it’s gone
as quickly as it came, and the crystal sets quiet. She cautiously leans closer
to it again, and once again she sees images appear, hears voices, different than the previous ones:*
You mustn’t reproach yourself, dear boy, it’s not your fault.
It was my child …
And were you to never have children just because of the risks involved? She wanted children, these things happen sometimes. There
was no way of knowing in advance.
I … I can’t live without her …
You mustn’t talk like that, my friend. You must
be strong, raise the child. That's what she would want you to do.
He – he’s a beautiful baby, isn’t he?
Like the sun.
D-do you believe the legends? Do you think—
Utter nonsense.
Th-they said no good could come of it … the child of a soothsayer and a wilder … they
say the powers get passed along to the children, and their children …
I tell you, it’s rubbish. Soothsayer Anna may
have been, but that’s not what took her life. Women die in childbirth sometimes,
mate, it’s a sad fact of life. Come!
Let’s have a drink of brandy. We’ll drink to the memory of
your dear Anna, and we’ll toast the wee bairn. The best thing you can do
is raise him to be a fine man, you could pay no better tribute to your beloved by doing just that.
P-perhaps you’re right …
He is a handsome lad! What shall you call him?
I – I’ll do as Anna wished. She wanted
to name him after me … Lanier Marchand.
Manouche *cries
out and falls backward as a loud crack of thunder shakes the room and the crystal seems to emit sparks. Then once again, as before, the flashes of light and the noise disappear; the room is quiet, as it was
before she entered, and the crystal sets innocuously before her. She reaches
out, picks up the crystal with both hands, starts to tremble as she feels it shake violently all on its own. She holds it fast, and breaks out into a cold sweat as she senses more*
Oh, blimey … but … what’s t’ be done … *finally, the crystal seems to run out of things
to show her, at least for the time. She sets it down, sits for a few minutes,
trying to calm her racing heart. She thinks of all she’s seen, and though
much of it is still mysterious to her, some things are quite clear; she murmurs* Chiana
… that must be it … Chiana’s inherited some of th’ wilder’s power through ‘er great-grandfather. Per’aps it were ‘er magic, fightin’ with ‘er healer powers,
that caused th’ trouble. She's only a baby, she can't possibly know how
t' control such things. *she stands up slowly, picks up the crystal, secures
it in her pocket again. She unlocks the office door, walks through the house;
opens the front door and steps outside to head to Bournemouth House, to tell Kat and Abberline what she’s learned*
At From Hell Court / Sleepy Hollow Woods:
*The car pulls up close to an alley in From Hell Court and three figures exit the car, two men and
a woman. They look over their shoulders before going down the dark alley and
enter a building. Shortly after the two men come out of the building carrying
something heavy wrapped in a blanket; they load their heavy burden into the trunk of the car and returns to the building ...
they make three trips to the building before the three of them get into the car and drive off.
The car leaves the From Hell Court area and park just outside Sleepy Hollow Woods.
Again all three exit the car; the men take out a shovel each from the trunk and follow the woman who leads them into
the dark forest*
Donnie *stops digging and looks at Grace who’s sitting on a large tree trunk nearby* Are you not going to dig at all?
Grace *smiles charmingly* I reckoned I’d leave
all the heavy liftin’ te the big strong men … an’ sit here an’ look pretty.
Donnie *laughs a little* And pretty you do look! *Turns to Gibson* Continue digging, Grace
and I will go fetch the first. *Gibson wipes his brow with the back of his hand;
nods and continues digging*
*Donnie and Grace go to the car and takes out one of the bodies from the Court and together carries
it back to Gibson; they drop it into the hole and Gibson starts covering it with dirt; Donnie and Grace fetch the two other
bodies, leaving Gibson to the digging.*
Donnie *as he and Grace have dumped the last body on the ground; picks up a shovel and starts digging
alongside Gibson; glances around the dark trees* It’s no wonder no one
ever goes in here … the place gives me the creeps.
Gibson *darkly* I ‘ear the place be haunted by
dark spirits … an’ vampires …
Grace *glances around her* Fer once, ye stories be
right, Gibson. That vampire that bit Abberline supposedly lives … *frowns*
or un-lives here …
Gibson *looks at her with a frightened expression and then picks up the pace* Best be quick about it then. *After more digging Donnie and
Gibson have finally covered the last of the bodies and the three go back to the car*
Donnie *as they’re driving towards the docks to drop off Gibson; to Grace* Do you think anyone saw us?
Grace *Shrugs* Didn’t see anyone … *grins*
Besides, ‘ow are they going te prove anything? *Pulls out a small plastic bag from her pocket containing bullets*
They no longer ‘ave any bullets te compare te our pistols, do they?
Donnie *smiles a little* No, they do not! *They drop off Gibson by the Brave and continue home to Arwen*
At la Maison de Paradis:
Malachi *pacing
the hallway outside the living room, smoking a cigarette, impatiently glances at the clock on the wall again, shakes his head. Where is Miranda? He wants her to have
her freedom, he doesn’t want her to be afraid to do things on her own … but he now wishes very much that he’d
gone to the hospital instead of her. The house is quiet, some of the children
are sleeping, the older ones are engaged in quiet activities, reading, drawing. The
silence is usually a welcome change; but now, when he’s worried, he wouldn’t mind a little racket from them, just
for the distraction. He starts thinking perhaps he should phone the hospital,
or better still, call around and see if he can find someone to watch the children while he goes there himself. He stops pacing as he hears a sound outside; he dashes to the front door, throws it open*
Elliott *his
hand raised, about to ring the bell, starts in surprise* Malachi! Y-you must be psychic. *smiles, nods down toward Dawn* Dawn wanted to come see the kids.
Malachi *smiles* Your timing couldn’t be better. C’mon
in. *they enter, he closes the door, looks down at Dawn* Some of the kids are asleep, but Erin’s out on the deck, I
think she’s drawing. Why don’t you go out and see her? *Dawn runs toward the deck, Malachi looks at Elliott* I need
a favor. Do you have some time?
Elliott: Sure, I was plannin’ to hang around while Dawn played, figured I’d visit
with you an’ Miranda.
Malachi: Good. If you wouldn’t mind watching
the kids for a time, I need to go meet Miranda. She … *he pauses, decides
not to share his concern* … she went running errands, and *grins* well, you know how women are. She saw something she wants to show me, she’s all excited.
Elliott *laughs* Say no more. I’ll be happy to stay
an’ keep an eye on the kids. Take all the time you need. Matter of fact, maybe you two should stay out for awhile, take her to Chez Roux or somethin’. I bet you haven’t had a proper date in some time.
Malachi *thoughtful* No … no, we haven’t. Very
wise advice, mate. *he motions to the kitchen*
Help yourselves to anything you want, savvy? *he runs upstairs, goes to
the cabinet where he keeps weapons, eyes widen as he notices a pistol missing* Oh,
fer cryin’ out loud … I thought she was joking. *he grabs another
pistol, shoves it into his coat, locks the cabinet. He returns to the kitchen,
sees Elliott making coffee* Thanks again, Elliott, I appreciate it. We’ll be back in a bit.
Elliott: No worries, take your time. *he motions
toward the deck, where Dawn and Erin sit drawing* I’ve got my eye on a
new house for Dawn an’ me. I think she’s showin’ Erin her plans for decorating her own room, she can hardly wait. *laughs* She changes her mind every day. She wants
to be either an investigator, like Inspector Abberline, or she wants to be an interior decorator.
Malachi *grins* That’s quite a spectrum. *looks
out at the deck, nods* That’ll keep ‘em out of trouble. *he slaps Elliott on the shoulder, turns, leaves the room. As
he heads out the door, he muses to himself* Wonder if a little interior decorating
would keep my Bright Eyes out of trouble … *he closes the door behind him, heads for the hospital*
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