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At Tropical Breeze:
*After the morning activities
George puts Lola and Sam down for a nap he hopes that they will sleep. The phone begins to ring George rushes down the stairs
to answer it*
Tuna: George it's you right.
George: Yes it is me.
Tuna: I need more.
George: you need more how
could you have gone through all of it all ready.
Tuna: there is a market down
here for it the best high they have had.
George: Right where are you?
Tuna: I am at the docks bring
more they are getting quite angry.
George: on my way. *puts the phone down and he heads to the basement where he keeps all his drugs. George picks up a suitcase
full of ghost tranqs and leaves the house with out any thought. Lola and Sam are all alone in their cots and in the house,
George totally forgets about them once his drug dealer head is on no one stops him getting that type of high.*
At Don Juan’s house:
Don Juan: There's nothing
that love can't cure, Ava... And I'd rather be a bad boy in your company... And I don't care about breakfast, not of a this
kind. I want to eat you up for my breakfast... *and he sweeps her up in his arms, rips open her shirt with his other hand,
holding her with the other. At the door, he turns around and looks at Maryann* Don't be rude to her. I won't tolerate it.
Maryann:
*sputtering with rage* But... but you said yourself that you hate her and that you want her to suffer... and all our plans...
I can't believe this!
Don Juan: *smiles* Don't be such a bore, Maryann. *he carries Ava back upstairs*
Maryann:
*takes Ava's coffee cup and smashes it on the floor* I wish this was your head...
Ava: *waving bye at Maryann*
She was so mean to me Don can’t we do something about her, send her to your mother, she will put her straight
or is she beyond her *giggling* come her tiger rawr *giggles more* I have missed you amor mío but after this I
will have to go although I don’t want to but the babies and then I shall return with a present for you *Don
carries her into the bed room forgetting to close the door ...*
At Bournemouth House:
Abberline *having returned
back with Chiana hands her to Candy, watches her feed little Chiana, refusing any supper by Marta* I will have to go to the Office tomorrow. Call me if you hear
anything from Manouche - or Kat ...
Candy *nods* I will.
Abberline
*goes upstairs to the master bedroom, throws his jacket on the chair from where it slips to the floor. He pours himself a drink, smokes a cigarette and starts to undress.
He doesn't feel like sleeping at all, with all what has happened around him, how his family and his dreams are crumbling
and everything is falling apart. He feels like calling Godley, but decides against
it. He would not understand … He loosens the tie, unbuttons the shirt letting
it fall on the floor, followed by his belt and his trousers. Not caring to put
on the robe he goes to the bathroom and turns the tap. While the bathtub is filling
up, he fetches his trusty companion, the absinthe, pours a generous amount and laces it with laudanum infused in a sugar cube. He gets in the bath, stares at the blue flame until it dies. He tastes the absinthe and closes his eyes, he can hear Kat saying that she loves him, that she hasn't
said it to anyone else. And he can feel her electrifying touch, her soft lips
on his .... He can see her as she was when she came to him at the hospital, clad like a lady .... when he proposed to her,
how she looked bewitchingly beautiful and stunned ... Kat sleeping beside him, his hand thrown on her full belly, and she
turns him on, and he groans and wakes with a start from his reveries, he drinks all the absinthe, but it doesn't make him
feel better, he gets up and takes a towel, wraps it around his waist as he goes back to the bedroom, staring at the empty
bed* Kat, you are a bitch ... you are the one I love ... even more than Manouche, bloody hellll!
In the cave of undisclosed location:
Manouche *following Jerod,
stops as something comes to her; she sways unsteadily on her feet, sees Abberline in the bath, blushes slightly; then she
hears his words:*
Kat, you are a bitch ... you are the one I love ... even more than Manouche, bloody hellll!
Manouche *trembles violently
for just a moment, feels a dizziness as if she’s the one who quickly drank the absinthe; then the vision is gone, as
suddenly as it came to her. She wipes her brow, smiles weakly, murmurs* An’ there ye are, Fred, me kindred spirit … I hate t’ say I told
ye so.
Jerod *calls back* Dreamer, where are you? Make haste!
Manouche *snaps back to attention* Aye, comin’. *she hurries to catch
up to him, they continue on*
At Bournemouth House:
*A gasp from
the doorway. Kat stands looking stunned and gripping her shovel.*
Kat: Ye done gone and messed up a perfectly good mad. Ye
coulda left the bitch part off
though. Stupid maybe, thought I were bein'
smart and woulda found Raven but I got outfoxed by a bloody vampire.
Abberline *starts, swears*
I haven't messed up anything, you have. *bitterly*
I don't think I care to see you any more. You
left me. It's finished. Put away
your shovel and get out. *his eyes convey an entirely different message than
his words as he looks at her standing in the doorway.* So, where did you leave
your Constable? *he tries to light a cigarette, but the towel starts to fall
off, he quickly catches it*
Kat *Reluctantly*
Iffen that be what ye want. *Distracted
by the towel slipping, licks her suddenly dry lips. Stammers* What Constable??
Abberline *looks at her very
intensely, his eyes dark, slowly* That is what I want. I don't want to live with you. *he steps closer to her and
throws the towel away* I want you out of this house and out of my life. *he takes the shovel from her hands and puts it aside*
Kat *Eyes slide
down his body and stop and stare.* I donna think that be the way te achieve that
goal, luv. E'en though a part o’ ye be wavin' at me.
Abberline *grabs her shirt
and the buttons pop, pins her against the wall, breathing hard* You are making me crazy ... I can't go on living
with you. *he leans close and kisses her deeply, stifling her words*
Kat *Fiercely
returns his kiss. The fingers of one hand tangled in his hair with the
other gripping his shoulder so tightly that the nails bite into his skin. Sliding
to the floor she drags him with her. As her hands begin to travel caressingly
over his body*
Abberline *lands on top of
her, frantically tears her clothes off, gasps at her touch* Get .. out .. of
... my .. life . ..
Kat: Action speaks louder than words luv. *Kissing his neck then
trailing her tongue from his neck to his shoulder biting gently before moving on to his chest then ever lower*
At the hospital:
Malachi *listens to what
Mads says about Miranda’s condition, his eyes wide* Oh … oh, god
… *he looks back down at her, still holding her hand* It can’t be … *he leans closer to Miranda, whispering to her, tears in his eyes* Miranda … sweetheart … come back … Y-you want to live, remember? Miranda … *he takes her hand in both of his, watches her anxiously, but sees no sign of life. The tears stream down his cheeks, and he turns to look at Mads* P-please leave us for a little while. I want to be alone with
her. Oh … I put in a call to Sergeant Godley … if he should arrive,
w-would you please send him up?
Mads *rises up from the chair
and puts her hand on his shoulder* You are calling her Miranda. Why? She used that name of herself too. She told us that she is Miranda de Peyrac, but the only one with that name I found was a young woman who
lived over hundred years ago. It's not my duty, but I wanted to know more about
her. I found the name in criminal records.
She was killed by her husband on their wedding night. He was executed. Maybe she has read the story somewhere. Many
articles were written about the crime. It was quite famous in its times. But why would she want to identify with a woman of that kind of fate? *she shakes her head* I'll leave you alone with her. Call me if there is something you want or if something happens. *looks at her with compassion* Please, have faith.
Malachi *dully, speaks to
Mads, his eyes still on Miranda* Yes, I know the story … *he pauses, then
looks at the nurse* Thank you, Mads, I’ll call for you if in need. I – I appreciate your kindness. I
won’t forget it. *he watches her leave the room, then turns back to gaze
at Miranda, continues to gently caress her hand in both of his* My bright eyes
… your hand is so cold … *though he knows it’s not likely to do any good, he concentrates his dreamer abilities
on her, searching for a sign of her. He becomes so focused, he’s not sure
whether he’s thinking the words or speaking them aloud, but he continues to try to reach her* Miranda, please come back, I need you … don’t leave me … you want to live … you
want to live …
At Rartigillichal:
Blake *slowly
waking up, gradually becomes aware of a pounding at the front door. He reluctantly
sits up, runs a hand through his hair, gropes for his glasses on the bedside table, puts them on. He grabs clothes from the floor, dresses quickly, makes his way down the stairs, calling out sleepily* Honey, where are you? … someone’s at the door … *he reaches the
door, opens it, raises his eyebrows, surprised* Perhan … Boadicea …
come in … *he holds the door open, they enter. He’s about to close
the door, when someone else taps lightly on it; he opens it again, sees Alifi* Alifi,
c’mon in. *he brings them all to the living room* Sorry, I just woke up. Can I get you anything?
Perhan: Nothing for me, thanks. *he nods toward
Boadicea* Boadicea has been working to find a cure for Manouche’s condition.
Blake *looks
at her quickly* Oh, Boadicea … if you could possibly come up with somethin’,
we would …
Boadicea *looks
grim* I must be honest with you, the chances are slim. I’m rather at a loss … I’ve come to speak with the dreamer, to find out more about exactly
what happened.
Alifi: She’s not here. *they all look
at her in surprise. She looks at Blake sympathetically* You must forgive her, Blake. She saw something in that crystal
… she’s gone off to investigate it. *she watches him carefully*
Blake *hesitates,
still not completely awake, trying to take it all in. He finds a cigarette, lights
it, trying to remember everything. He remembers Manouche showing him the crystal
… then he remembers their “distraction” and he smiles dreamily. He
looks at Alifi* Of course I forgive her.
Nothing to forgive, these are the things she does. She told me about the
crystal, I knew she was going to use it to try to find answers. *pauses, remembering
his conversations with Alifi when his former fiancée had contacted him* Alifi,
I’ll never doubt again. Manouche is my girl, my lover, my wife, my best
friend … my soulmate. Till death do us part. An’ beyond that, if we have anything to say about it. *he
swallows* D-do you know where she is?
Alifi *hesitates* Not exactly. She was at Bournemouth House
… then she left there, and I can’t make out where she is. She’s
with someone you know, someone who helped you in the past. She’s with Jerod.
Blake: Jerod!
Alifi *quickly* He
won’t harm her.
Boadicea *sullenly* He won’t help her.
Alifi *looks
at her sharply* Boadicea, luv, I have an idea.
How about you and I put our heads together on Bird’s plight? Come
to the guest house with me. I’ve been looking into this as well, and I’d
like to get your thoughts on my findings.
Boadicea *snorts*
There it is, your signature tact. *she fixes her eye on Alifi, a tone of admiration comes into her voice* I’ve always enjoyed our collaborations, Alifi. So many
little fools have tried to engage me over the years, wasting my time. Let’s
go … *she takes Alifi’s arm* You’ll have to make me some of
that tea you’re famous for. And I do hope you have something worthwhile
over there to add to it, something to give it a little zip.
Alifi *smiles* Of course I do, Boadicea, you know I’m always prepared for you. *she looks at Blake, winks encouragingly as she leads Boadicea out of the room, outside, crossing
the lawn to the guest house*
Blake *watches
them go, turns to Perhan, a little forlornly* I … I don’t know what
to do now, Perhan. I hate feelin’ so helpless …
Perhan *thinks
a moment* I suggest we find something to keep us busy. *he stands up* Let’s go to the boatyard, see how repairs
are going on The Libertine Trailer. Maybe pitch in. Nothin’ like working on a fine vessel to clear one’s head.
Besides … the sooner it’s done, the better. Manouche, she’s
gonna want everything all shipshape and Bristol fashion when
she gets back. *smiles*
Blake *nods,
smiles at him gratefully* Great idea. Sh-she’ll
be so happy to see all the fine work we’ve done, when … when she gets back.
*he finishes his cigarette, puts it out in the ashtray on the coffee table. He
and Perhan leave the house*
At Tropical Breeze:
Ava *kisses Don chest and
then his lips; she puts her head back on his chest, and wraps his arm around her. There is loud music coming from downstairs
that disturbs the peace and quite in the bedroom. Ava reaches over Don and grabs Don watch she stares at it for some time.* Don sweetie I am going to have to go *Ava doesn’t move her head is telling her
to move but her body is wanting to stay by Don's side* I am really going to have to go they will be there soon. *she
finally slides out of the bed she tries to hide the scar on her stomach. She picks up her her black silk
dress and slides it on and she gives Don a cheeky grin* I will be back later get your strength back up. *she walks over
to him moving a piece of hair of his face and she leans over and kisses him passionately. Don’s hands
gently caress her lower back and he pulls her back on to the bed* No Mr you keep
that for later, I will see you later when I come back bye Don *she bend slightly so Don can see down her cleavage, she blows
him a kiss and puts his shirt back on. She leaves the bedroom the music gets
louder and louder the more stairs she goes down. The kitchen door is banged shut, she walks out of the front door and back
to Tropical Breeze. When she enters Tropical Breeze she can hear the babies crying she heads straight upstairs, she picks
Lola up and then Sam they both calm right down. Ava takes them downstairs and puts them in their playpen while she looks for
George, she searches every room she can’t find him. She is in disbelief that George would just leave the babies Don
was right about him he can’t care for a child let alone twins. She takes the twins things and packs them into
the car and she then repeats the process with her things. She picks up her jewelry case and opens it she pulls out a necklace
with her wedding and engagement ring and she puts it on. Ava takes all the jewellery out only living the things George brought
her she lays them on the bed. Taking the suitcase downstairs she throws it in the car.
George *pulls up seeing Ava
throwing her suitcase in the car* Ava what are you doing
Ava: George I am leaving
you. How could you Don was right *Ava walks back into the house and picks the twins up she is followed by George*
George: *in disbelief* baby
why he is just brain washing you
Ava: No he isn’t George
you know what so what if he is I don’t care any more. My life has never been the same since I left him I have been down
and out and now all I want is to be treated perfectly. *Ava walks at a steady pace out of the house and puts the twins in
the car in their car seats* Why George you left my children to defend themselves while you went out *closing the car door*
I trusted you and now look I am going back to my husband
George: baby no please come
back we can talk
Ava: there is nothing to
talk about George I am going and that is final you did the worse thing ever you left my children to go out with your friends
now I don’t need no damn test to tell me who the father is their father would have never have *sighing George
grabs her arm tightly* just let me leave let me go your hurting me George your making this harder than it all ready is
George: Ava please don’t
go I can’t lose you again
Ava: *George still tightly
grasping her arm* George let go it’s over *she manages to let go she jumps in the car and speeds off. She doesn’t
look back at George who is just standing there watching her disappear again.*
George *kicks the ground
and storms in the house he knocks things over in anger and he heads down to the basement where he takes part in line after
line of cocaine He just sits back and waits for the rush to begin and the pain to be numbed.*
Ava *heads to Don’s
again quicker than she expected she wipes the tears away and rubs her arm at the traffic lights. She pulls up to the house
and takes out the twins and Sam puts his hands on his mothers face and touches her tears.
She kicks the door as her arms and hands are full she shouts for Don*
At a cave in an undisclosed location:
Jerod *impatient* Dreamer, would you keep up?? Hurry …
Manouche *breathing
heavily, feeling exhausted, not sure why; she calls back to him* I – I’m
tryin’, mate, but … I’m so … I’m so tired … *she stops, leans over, trying to catch her
breath, puzzling over her condition; she feels like she’s just run a long way.
But she’s only been following Jerod through the seemingly interminable cave at a steady pace. She starts to catch her breath, feels a little stronger again, then resumes following after him …
then she stops again as something comes over her. She moans miserably* Oh blimey, not again, why won’t these things leave me be? *she
stops, brings her hands up to her eyes, and it feels almost as if she physically drops into a vision – she’s in
the chamber at Marchand’s hideout, she recognizes it easily … she sees Raven, lying asleep, and she feels some
relief to see that he appears unharmed. She sees Ama, having just left a tray
of food for him, heading for the door to leave. Manouche feels an urge to stop
her, though she doesn’t know why; she starts to mumble something to her* Ama
… th’ shutters … wooden shutters … don’t make a prison if ye ‘ave th’ proper resources,
savvy? Wooden shutters, luv … lil’ mate, y’ can do it …
TELL ‘im, Ama, tell ‘im NOW … *she stops, then cries out as a searing pain starts at her neck where she
received the snake bite, shoots through her entire body; she shudders from head to toe, and drops to the ground, unconscious*
Jerod *calling
out again* DREAMER! Where are you? *he stops as he hears her cry. He turns
around, heads back to find her, sees her lying on the floor of the cave. He crouches
down next to her, feels for a pulse, pushes the hair back from her face, shakes his head.
He speaks to her gently, in a soft voice few have heard from him* It’s
not your fault, dreamer. You tried. You
can do no more for us at this time. *he sits back, concentrates, and in a moment
Manouche disappears from his sight. He sighs, rises up, turns, resumes his path
through the cave to his destination, unsure of what he can accomplish at this point*
At Marchand’s hideout:
Raven *wakes
from an uneasy sleep as he hears someone at the heavy door of the chamber. He
looks up, sees Ama shuffling in. He watches her listlessly as she approaches,
carrying a tray with some food and water, sets it down next to his makeshift bed. He
sits up to examine the items she brought, knowing he needs to eat but feeling no appetite.
He speaks to Ama, though he knows she can’t understand him, it’s just a habit, and somehow talking to her
makes him feel less alone and frightened* Thank you, Grandmother.
Ama *gives
no indication she heard him, continues toward the door; then she stops in her tracks, slowly turns to look at him. Her eyes suddenly have a glint of life in them, and she speaks* Wooden
shutters … doth not a prison make … *she pauses, then continues, her voice quite different* Lil’ mate, y’ can do it …
Raven *looks
at her quickly, staring; she sounded just like Manouche* Wh-what did you say,
Grandmother?
Ama *gazes
at him, her expression startled* Wooden shutters … you know what to do
… *she suddenly grins mischievously, and her voice sounds like Manouche again* Use yer head, lil' mate.
*then the spark leaves her eyes, and her expression becomes remote once again. She
looks at him mildly for a moment, then turns, goes to the door, lets herself out, locking him in again*
Raven *stares
after her, thinking about everything she said* W-wooden shutters … *he
looks around the room, trying to think what she could’ve meant. Then it
comes to him – he looks up at the windows up high. The same windows that
have always been there, but now they’re boarded up. The last time he was
a prisoner, he was unaware of his shapeshifting abilities. Marchand took precautions
this time, sealing the windows shut.* Shutters … wooden shutters …
*Raven stands up, shimmers and shifts into the white raven shape, flies up to one of the windows. He lands on the stone window ledge and cocks his little head, examining the barrier. Then after a moment, he shimmers again, shifts into a shape he’s never taken on before – a
woodpecker. He starts drilling away at the wood for all he’s worth, he
knows he’s making a racket, but he must work fast or he’ll never escape in time … after what seems a very
long time, and just when he’s feeling he can't go another second and that he must stop and rest, the wood splits,
and he sees a shaft of daylight. The sight galvanizes him, and he attacks the
wood with renewed vigor. Finally, he creates a hole large enough to squeeze through. He’s tired, but he knows there’s no time to lose; he flaps his wings with
all the strength he has left, emerges through the hole, and soars high above the fortress, circling, getting his bearings,
then streaking through the sky as fast as he can, heading for Bournemouth House*
Ama *opens
the heavy door to the chamber once again, shuffles inside. She approaches the
little bed, looks down, picks up the tray. She straightens up, casts her gaze
upward, sees the split wood of the shutter, moves a step or two to the right so she stands within the beam of daylight
that filters through the splinters. She stares up at it for a few moments, then
a slight smile crosses her features. She looks down again, at the tray she’s
holding; she moves slowly to the door, leaves the chamber, shutting and locking the door behind her*
At the shipyard:
Blake *as he
and Perhan are working on the Libertine Trailer, he stops, brings a hand up to his eyes, shakes his head a little, looking
dazed*
Perhan *looks
at him* Blake? You all right?
Blake *mumbles* I … I guess so … just felt kinda lightheaded all of a sudden, I don’t
know … *he shakes his head again, runs a hand through his hair; looks up to the sky, sees a bird flying past* I’ll be damned … *he points it out to Perhan* Look
at that, Perhan, a woodpecker. I’ve never seen one of those out here by
the water before. *they watch it till it’s out of sight, then Blake turns
to Perhan* I’m all right. C’mon,
let’s get back to it. *he shakes off the uneasy feeling as they resume
work on the ship*
At Bournemouth House:
*Sydney the owl, sitting quietly on his perch in Raven’s room, opens first one large yellow
eye, then the other, looks toward the sound at the open window. He shows little
surprise at the woodpecker that flies in, and even less surprise as the woodpecker lands on the floor before him, shimmers
vividly, shifts into Raven. Raven shakes his head, dazed, and he approaches the
perch, strokes Sydney’s feathers* Oh, Sydney, I’m so glad to see
you … *despite his weariness, he has to laugh at the way Sydney turns his head at an odd angle to get Raven to scratch
his neck. Raven obliges, pets him for a few minutes, then turns, looks around
at his room; it’s never looked so wonderful to him as it does right now. He swallows, whispers* Th-thank
you, Grandmother ... thank you, Manouche. *He knows he should go find his mother or father, tell them he’s back;
but he’s overcome with exhaustion and instead drops down on his bed, falling instantly into the first restful slumber
he’s had since his kidnapping. Sydney flaps his wings, swoops over to the bed, uses his talons to pull a coverlet over Raven. He settles down on the pillow next to Raven’s head, nuzzles him gently, then casts his gaze around
the room, watching diligently, standing guard*
At a cave in an undisclosed location:
Jeanne *looking at the stone
circle on Portsmith's land* That stone circle must be fake, but it is beautiful.
I wonder why it was raised here.
Armacost: Out of pure arrogance and ignorance. Stay far from it, it is
ill tuned.
Jeanne *just looks at him. She doesn't care to ask, because
my now she has learned that Armacost is definitely against curiosity and he also has no sense of humor* So this is the cave? *she leans on her brand-new sharp shovel,
puts down her knapsack* Can't I even get a hint of what we will be searching
here?
Armacost *impatiently* Do you always get a list of items to find
before you start the dig?
Jeanne: No. But
I do usually know what the site is about, whether it is a burial ground or a camp, and an estimate of the age from trial excavations.
Armacost:
Do you want this job or not?
Jeanne: Okay,
okay ... Lead on then. *she takes
out a pair of flashlights and offers the other to him*
Armacost *doesn't move* Are
you not getting it? I hired you. You
are going to do the digging, so my presence will not be needed. That is why I
am paying you. I expect reports daily, on everything you see. It is not your business to evaluate any finds. Leave that to
me.
Jeanne: Yes, boss. *she
puts away the other light, switches the other on, then she takes her knapsack and shovel and cautiously shines the light from
the entrance. The cave seems to be a narrow one, like a tunnel, and the end of
it is hidden in the dark beyond the circle of light she has created. She
steps into the cave, then stops to give her eyes time to adjust to the darkness. Then
she starts to walk on, shining the light on the walls, looking for any traces of whether it is a natural cave or a built one.
She can't find any special tool markings, but the walls are too regular and smooth
to be natural, and she starts to wonder who would want to dig a tunnel under the hill. She
walks on in complete silence seeing nothing important, but then she comes to a fork, stops to think and freezes. It's like someone was talking further away in the cave, a female crying out, a male voice responding.* Now that is interesting* She tries to
listen for more to know which tunnel to choose, but it is silent again. She takes
the broader tunnel, suddenly very much intrigued*
At the Security office:
Donnie *enters Isabella and Hanson’s office; leans against the door frame* How’s
it going?
Hanson *smiles* Hi Chief. It’s
going fine … *hoping to escape the boring paperwork* Do you have a case
for us?
Donnie *glances at Isabella, then at Hanson; shakes his head* No case,
but I have decided to make a few changes.
Isabella *curiously* What?
Donnie *wonders for a brief moment if the similarities between Isabella and Grace also include their temper* Well, I’ve decided to team you up with Inspector Abberline.
Isabella *stays quiet for a while, then smiles* Ha-ha, very funny. *As Donnie doesn’t break a smile, her smile fades and her expression turns into
one of disbelief; uncertain* You are joking, right?
Donnie *shakes his head slowly* Sorry. Look,
I know that you and Hanson get on well, but I think it’ll be good for you to work with others too. And Inspector Abberline is a very experienced and highly skilled officer; you really could learn a lot.
Isabella *Her disgust very clear* Yeah, about how women should stay home
and raise children … and not put themselves in dangerous situations because naturally they can’t fend for themselves.
*Rolls her eyes, then looks at Donnie pleadingly* Donnie, don’t make me do this! The man is unbelievably
sexist and is probably convinced that I only wrote that article about Deppville to draw attention to him and his family. He doesn’t like me one bit more than I like him.
Hanson *quietly* With Abberline’s work habits lately, she’d
be working on her own anyway.
Donnie *Looks sharply at Hanson without saying anything, then turns to Isabella* That
is exactly why it’s a good idea that you two work together. He has to learn
to accept that women can be good officers just as well as men, and it’ll give you a chance to get to know each other
better.
Isabella *defiantly* I already know all I need to know, thank you.
Donnie *sharply* I can’t have two officers on the force who can’t
work together. I’ve made the decision and even though we’re friends,
I’m still your superior. *Softens a little* I don’t know if he’s coming in today, so I suggest you go look for him at Bournemouth House.
*Turns and leaves closing the door behind him*
Isabella *the second the door is closed, sticks her tongue out at Donnie, then glances at Hanson* Yes, I’ve turned 3.
Hanson *laughs a little, then turns serious; carefully* I hate to say
this, but he sort of has a point … you can learn a lot from working with different officers; everyone does the job in
their own way. And you and Abberline need to find a way of getting along. You are colleagues now after all.
Isabella *glares at him; then rises from the chair and grabs her jacket. She
puts it on and opens the door to leave; turns and looks at Hanson* Are we still
on for morning workouts?
Hanson *smiles* 6 AM at the beach as usual …
Isabella *Returns the smile; then frowns and whimpers* I don’t wanna
do this! *Leaves the Security building and heads for Bournemouth House*
At Bournemouth House:
Abberline *slowly opens up
his eyes, lying on the floor without any clothes, he snatches his towel and covers himself. His
shoulder and back are aching where her nails dug into his skin and he feels himself totally exhausted* You are just like poison to me, Kat .... We can't go on like this.
Isabella *makes it to Bournemouth House and suddenly it occurs to her that Donnie never mentioned how Abberline took
the news of a new partner. She can only conclude that Donnie has left it to her
to break the news to Abberline; mutters quietly* Donnie, you little coward! *Sighs heavily before knocking on the front door*
Candy *opens the door with
Chiana in her arms, she smiles brightly at Isabella and looks at her curiously with her dark large eyes* Please, come in, I apologize, but I am preparing her meal and she tends to become very impatient now when
she's eating well again and hungry. *turns and goes to the kitchen, puts Chiana
in the baby chair, takes a small kettle from the stove, stirs the stew in it and tastes it before putting it onto a baby's
plate* It has to cool down a bit ... So, who are you looking for?
*A sudden crash
from upstairs as a vase slams into the wall narrowly missing Abby's head. Followed
by yet another*
Kat *Roars*
POISON!!!! I BE SHOWIN' YE POISON!! *Another crash* STAND STILL, YE SLACK
JAWED IMBECILE!!!
Isabella *glances upward; part of her knows that she probably should leave. But she suspects that if she does leave, it might take a while to locate Abberline again and even though
she hates the idea of working with him, she’s not going about to walk away from a challenge.*
Candy *with the spoon in
her hand* Oh! I'll go and fetch
him, he's upstairs. *she blushes* Could
you watch out for Chiana for a moment? *she hands the spoon to Isabella and heads
up the stairs, knocks on the bedroom door* Inspector, there's Isabella Martin
come to see you!
Abberline *yells at Kat* Damn, you really are crazy!
You could have hit me with that lamp! *he
steps to her and catches her wrists in his hands, holds her tight* You are raving
mad! I don't understand how I came to be involved with you in the first place!
I'll go and listen to what Miss Martin has to say and after that we will be having
a very serious conversation. *he releases her, there are bruises on her wrist
where he took hold of her* I will get dressed now. Candy, tell her I'll be coming soon.
Isabella *takes the spoon and sits down on a chair by Chiana’s high-chair; once she’s made sure the food
has the right temperature she starts feeding her as the child is becoming more and more impatient; speaks softly* Alright, alright … let’s see if you’re hungry enough to let me feed you … *Chiana
starts banging on the edge of her chair in excitement as she sees food coming her way and willingly takes the food*
Candy *returns back to the
kitchen embarrassed* The Inspector is coming soon. Thanks for feeding Chiana. She's such a lovely baby, isn't
she? Would you like some coffee while you wait?
Isabella *smiles* Thanks, coffee would be nice … oh, it was no problem,
I used to baby-sit a lot for neighbours. *Glances at Chiana* Yeah, she’s adorable. And she’s gotten so big since
I saw her last … I believe she crawled for the first time that day. *Starts
to explain as Candy looks at her a little puzzled* I uh ran into the Inspector
a while back at the hospital, I believe Mrs. Abberline was being treated for something.
Candy *pours the fresh coffee
into two stylish coffee cups decorated with a gold rim, hands her the other one, leaves the other on the table opposite to
Isabella* She didn't eat for a while when her father and mother both went missing.
I am so relieved to see that she has regained her appetite.
Abberline
*appears at the door, immaculately dressed, holding a cigarette. He comes to
Chiana, strokes her hair, smiles at her, the he takes a seat and pulls the coffee cup to him* What
was it you wanted to see me about?
Isabella: Thanks. *takes
a sip of coffee* That’s good … *to Abberline* Well, as you may or may not know, I’ve joined the Security Office. As
a recruit, obviously. I’ve been working with Hanson so far, but Brasco
wants you and me to team up for a while. *Shrugs* I suppose he thinks it will benefit me to work with someone more experienced. You’re on the Salome case, right?
Abberline *puts down his
coffee cup* Working with me? And
just how would that benefit me. This is all about Brasco wanting to show me who
is the boss. And frankly, I don't think the work even suits you, as a woman,
and as a journalist. I am going to have a word with the 'Chief' about this.
Isabella *her eyes flare with anger; she can’t believe Donnie did this!
Speaks to Abberline as calmly as she can manage* Come on now, you know
Donnie isn’t like that. I’m sure he had a good reason. *Glares at him* As for my abilities to do the work, you’re
being completely ridiculous! I’m not just a journalist, I’m an investigating
reporter … and last I checked, police officers do an awful lot of investigating too.
If you think that I’m intending to reveal all details about cases in articles, then you’re very wrong. I am quite capable of keeping secrets. *The
more she talks the more angry she gets; she’s still managing to keep her voice calm, but the resentment shines through
her eyes* And why exactly does being a woman make me unsuited for the job? Women are capable of more things that motherhood or taking care of a home. Considering the fact that you’re married to a pirate, you really ought to have figured that out by
now. Perhaps that is why Brasco wanted us to work together; to show you how wrong
you are in your views of women.
Abberline *rolls eyes, pushes
the coffee cup farther, splashing coffee on the tablecloth, smirks at Isabella while lighting a cigarette* Sure. He's pure as driven snow ... It must have been so hard
for poor Portsmith to make him take the position. Chief Inspector, hah! His reason is that he wants to assert his power and show to me where we both stand. This is all about humiliating me. You
can call your work with any word you choose, but you will learn that writing gossip and making assumptions won’t get
you far. So why did you switch over to the enemy camp? Think you will be meeting even more interesting freaks? Do
you really think I wanted by family on display like that! As bloody freaks. Am I a freak? Is my daughter a freak? Just look at her! Don't you understand
what you have done to Chiana? *Chiana is occupied with chewing the spoon, but hearing her daddy say her name she stops
for a while, looks at him and coos* I want her to grow up as a normal little
girl. *he smokes for a while, very upset*
All right. I'll drop that. You
seem to be one of those women who want to turn into men and show they are twice better than men and that they should not be
treated differently. But still, they expect roses and jewels and small gifts,
they expect men to open the doors for them and carry the bags .... What is so
wrong with motherhood and taking care of home? And as for my wife, she hasn't
been up to any pirating since I married her. You will be wiser when you find
yourself a man and settle down. As you see, it is impossible for us to work together. He didn't even dare to come and tell me himself of this ... this demotion. *his eyes flare with anger just like hers a moment before.*
The Wonkas in London:
Willy *slowly brings the
car to a stop in front of a red brick house* This would be it.
Madame
*leans over and looks out his window* Oh Willy, it's beautiful!
Willy
*opens the door and steps out* It sure is.
*they unload the children and he follows Madame slowly as she steps up to the door.
She knocks gently but loudly enough for someone to hear. After a moment,
the door slowly opens and a woman slightly peeks out. She opens the door to get
a better look and eyes Madame carefully. Madame smiles and squeezes Cole's hand
and adjusts Jacob on her hip. The woman smiles at each of the children and then
looks over Madame's shoulder at Willy, who holds Chase and Will. Suddenly, her
face brightens and she shrieks and slams the door. Madame arches a brow, turns
to Willy, who smirks* I warned you.
Madame *shakes head at him and turns
back when the door slowly opens again. A tall man about the same height as Willy
stares down at Madame. He looks up at Willy and nods* Sir? We're the Wonkas.
Man: I'm aware. *he continues to stare at Willy with what seems
to be a bit of disgust* Willy, my nephew.
Willy *continues to look down
as Madame turns and waits for him to reply* Uncle Justify ... I uh ... didn't
know you were living here still.
Justify: I wasn't for a time being. Your aunt needed more care.
Willy: I
noticed.
Justify: Just like your father.
Such a wise-ass. You know better.
Willy looks down at his shoes. Justify nods once* Always gotta put you in your place too. *he looks to Madame
again* And I take you to be the wife?
Madame: Yes. I'm Kim. *she
smiles at Cole* And this is our son, Cole.
*shifts Jacob* Our son, Jacob *turns
to her last two kids* And our son, Will and daughter, Chase.
Justify: Large family. Which one is the heir?
Willy:
Cole is preparing. He's just been
brought into our family however, so Will was originally destined.
Justify: Seems
so. *he gives Cole a tiny smile, barely noticeable* And how old are you, boy?
Cole: Uh ... eight .. sir.
Justify: Ah. Young one.
Madame: Indeed. Will, Jacob, and Chase are our original triplets. We took in Cole from friends who began an adoption center.
Justify: Clever. *opens the door wider and gestures with an arm* Would you like to come in?
Madame: That'd
be excellent. *she strolls in* Your
house is gorgeous.
Justify: Thank you. *shouts with a deep voice* FIONA!! YOUR NEPHEW IS HERE!!!
Fiona
*peeks her head around a corner of another room, then tiptoes around as if trying to be invisible. She approaches Madame with caution* You don't look like a
nephew at all ... *Justify rolls his eyes*
Madame: I'm ... your nephew's
wife.
Fiona: OHHH!! *she
frowns* Where is he at?
Justify:
Oh may the Lord have mercy on my soul ...
At the hospital:
Miranda *dashes frantically
in the room. throwing herself at the door and at the small-paned windows, but to no avail. She
sinks down on the carpet, tears streaming down her face* I don't find the way
back! I can't get out!
Miranda's father *a stern-looking gentleman with
cold eyes appears before her* This is your fate, my daughter. You are dead, and you can't ever return back to the living. You
will spend the eternity locked up in your room, contemplating on your sins and the shame you brought on the whole family.
Miranda
*squeals, staggers up and moves into the corner* No! I am not dead! I am not dead!
Miranda's father *looks
aside* I must apologize for my daughter. I
could not have guessed this. She always obeyed her parents when she was at home.
But she was always mentally unstable. I
should have taught her better.
Miranda's husband *materializing beside her father* I
accept the apology, dear father-in-law. She has disgraced us both. What happened to my pure bride? Just look at her, she is not
pure anymore.
Miranda's father: She is a demoness, voluptuous and shameless.
You have to kill her again.
Miranda's husband: I will honor you and perform it as a last duty of compassion toward her.
May her soul be purified and free from all earthly sins. And may her stolen
body go straight to hell.
Miranda's father *nods gravely* It has come
to this, daughter.
Miranda *squeals hysterically as they come closer to her, she presses herself in the corner, beside
herself of fright* Stay away from me! Malachi! I can't find out! Help me, Malachi! *suddenly one of the windows turns light and she can see into a hospital room where Malachi sits holding
the hand of a girl tied to the machines. She looks at her features and recognizes
the body that was called Jesse* But that's me now, that's Miranda! *She tries to grasp his hand, but the body refuses to move* Malachi,
can you hear me? Can you feel me!
Malachi *frowns,
looks carefully at Miranda’s face, still holding her hand; he thought he heard something, but … he’s not
sure.* Bright eyes, did you … did you call me? I’m here, sweetheart, I’m here with you. *he continues
caressing her hand with both of his, still looking into her face. He sees no
change, but he’s sensing something, what is it … he takes one hand away from her hand, checks his pockets, finds
a tiny vial with a deep red liquid, the color of a rich red wine. He holds it
up to the light, thinking about it, wondering if it could do any good; it’s a concoction he came up with some time ago,
nothing particularly powerful, just something he put together when experimenting with alchemy formulas one day. It’s not of great note or magic, more of a fortifier, somewhat along the lines of the cure he used
to supply to Abberline for his sinister hangovers. He shrugs, continues to speak
to Miranda, still hoping she can hear him or sense his presence and that it might be a comfort to her, wherever she has gone* I guess this stuff can’t hurt you. *he
releases her hand for a moment and pops the vial open, nods slightly at the soothing scent – lavender and a little sage,
an idea he’d picked up from Manouche. He pours a small amount of the smooth
liquid into his palm, brings it up to her face, gently massages it around her temples, her forehead. He leans closer, murmurs* I love you, Miranda, come back to
me. You can do anything you want, remember when I told you that? The past is done, it can’t hurt you. *he softly kisses
her mouth; then sits back slightly, takes a few more drops of the potion, gently applies it to her lips with a fingertip. He closes the vial, returns it to a pocket, once again takes her hand into both of
his, caresses it.* Come back, beautiful.
You belong here with me. Don’t listen to them. *he pauses, frowns, puzzled at this last; he has no idea who he’s talking about, or what put it into
his head. But it feels like the right thing to say, so he repeats it to her* Don’t listen to them, they’re wrong.
Leave them behind, come back to me …
Miranda *frantically looks
for an escape* Malachi, where are you!
I can hear you, I can hear you!
*suddenly she holds the gun in her hand, it's cold and heavy, and she knows it is loaded, she starts to smile and she
caresses the handle. She knows that Malachi is with her, and she knows that he
can't let anything bad happen to her. He knows always what to do. She thinks for a while. What would he do in a situation like
this? Her eyes darken. He would
feel no mercy for these men. She raises slowly the gun.* The first shot is for you, my lord and husband. I would not
let down your ideals on purity. May you stay pure for the rest of the time, wandering
as a ghost between two worlds, just as you doomed me to do. I escaped, but there
is no escape for you. I can do anything.
I do have a real body, and when these real bullets hit you, you will feel as if you had a real body too. *she aims at him in the groin and shoots a rapid fire, he slumps down whining with pain.* Dear father. I have been a bad daughter and I have disgraced
all the family. I have disobeyed all your teachings. I am very sorry that you still are thinking of me and the shame I brought upon us all by being murdered. Therefore, I will relieve you of your burden *she aims the gun at his face* and blast
your bloody stupid head into pieces! *again she fires, not caring of the two
figures writhing on the floor, and soon they both start to fade, and she is alone in the room.
All the windows are dark and there is nothing she can see.* The past is
done. Nothing can hurt me. *and
she hurls herself at one of the windows, the glass breaks and she feels the shards cutting her, but she's free, she's floating
free.* Malachi, give me your hand, hold me, pull me back!
Malachi *caressing
Miranda’s hand, jumps slightly as he hears a sound like glass breaking* What
the hell … *he looks around, wonders if something fell off a shelf somewhere in the room, but he sees nothing disturbed. He quickly looks at Miranda again as he feels her start to tremble all over, and he
grips her hand tighter with both of his. He looks at her face carefully, calls
her name* Miranda … Miranda, can you hear me? *he glances at the door, wondering if he should call for Mads; then he turns and looks at Miranda again,
and his face goes pale as he sees tiny spots of blood coming through the sheet that covers her* Oh, god … *he pulls the sheet back, stares in shock at tiny scratches that are appearing on her arms. He brings the sheet back over her, covers her, trying to stop the blood; for some
reason, he can’t bring himself to call the nurse just yet, and he knows instinctively he mustn’t leave Miranda. He moves carefully around the tubes connected to her, so that he can lie beside her
in the bed, and he holds her tightly in his arms, her blood coming through the sheet, and he prays that none of the wounds
are too deep. He holds her close, keeps saying her name over and over in her ear*
Miranda … Miranda, it's me, Malachi ... I’m here, come to me …
Miranda *shudders, her body
twitches, and she's again tied with straps and cords into the hospital bed, she can feel her body like a heavy weight, but
she can hear the voice she loves now much nearer, and she opens her eyes, blinks to focus ... * Malachi! I did it! I
heard you call me, I am here! *she tries to raise her hand and winces with pain*
I had to break through the glass, there was no other way out. *she shivers* I
am so cold.
Malachi *stares at her in
disbelief for a moment, then starts to kiss her face over and over again, pulling her close, almost hurting her, murmuring
softly to her* It's all right, beautiful, it's gonna be all right ... *he kicks
his foot to bring a light blanket at the foot of the bed within reach, grabs it, wraps it around her, still holding her like
he'll never let her go, still kissing her* My bright eyes ... *he holds her face
in his hands like a rare jewel, tears in his eyes, gazes deep into her eyes; pulls her close, kisses her lips tenderly, with
building passion, his arms around her tight to warm her*
Miranda *whispers* It's all right, it's all right, just don't leave me here ... *she smiles at him reassuringly*
With you I can do anything. *she
starts to feel warmer in his arms, and her eyes slowly shut* I am so tired ....
Now I dare to sleep when you are watching over me. *and soon she falls asleep
with a little happy smile on her face*
Malachi *watches Miranda fall asleep, and he gazes at her for a few minutes, saying nothing. Then he very carefully moves away from her, rises from the bed, steps over to a tiny
sink and cabinet on the other side of the room. He finds mild soap, a basin,
towels, and some gauze and dressings, fills the basin with warm soapy water, brings everything over to the bedside table. He pulls the covers away from her, examines the strange wounds that had appeared on
her arms; he’s relieved to see that none of them look very serious. He
washes them gently, dresses a few that are a little deeper than some of the others; most of them fortunately appear to
be little more than scratches. He pulls away the bloodstained sheet, wads it
up, puts it in a hamper near the sink; opens another part of the cabinet, finds fresh bedding, brings a new sheet to the bed
and covers Miranda with it. He takes the basin to the sink, dumps the water,
puts everything else away, then comes back to the bed, brings the blanket over her as well to keep her warm. He brushes her hair back from her face, smiles at how heavily she’s sleeping. He climbs back into the bed with her, pulls her into his arms; she murmurs in her sleep and snuggles close
to him. He kisses her cheek, whispers*
Rest up, sweetheart. *he settles back into the pillow, holding her; he’s
weary, but he remains wide awake, guarding her*
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