At the Security office:
Isabella *knocks on Abberline's
door and enters; smiles as she sees Godley* Good morning, gentlemen.
Godley: Good morning! You have a perfect timing. Please do take a seat,
I'll fetch a mug for you. The Inspector
here, he was just talking how much he enjoyed working with you ... I totally
agree with him, working with someone who is new in the profession makes one take a fresh look oneself. Very benefical ... *and with a grin, he disappears*
Abberline *looks at her briefly, pushing away
his tea mug* You are late.
Isabella *looks at Godley
a little puzzled as he leaves the office; turns to Abberline* Or maybe you're early. *Picks a cinnamon roll and
takes a seat; she starts eating it, not really caring much what Abberline thinks of her attitude.*
Abberline: I might be. *he lights a cigarette without offering her one,
wondering how in the hell did it come about that he told her so much, best to show her that it was just an error of judgment
... * Have you already started on the reports, or do I once more have to remind
you of your duties?
Isabella *glares at him,
but with Delano fresh in her mind, Abberline is a minor annoyance, and she knows he's mostly lashing out at her because his own
life is going badly. Smiles a little* Oh,
so we're in that mood today. The reports are in my office. *her tone of voice sarcastic* As you may remember, I had a
burn-site to tend to and then I went with you to the warehouses. This may come
as a surprise to you, but I can only be in one place at a time. *Finishes her
cinnamon roll in her own sweet time and then lights a cigarette while thinking to herself that this job might actually be
easier to handle if she goes back to her old ways and forgets about being less of a 'danger-girl' *
Abberline: And so you have decided to park yourself into my office instead of your own. The reports should be on *sarcastically* Chief Inspector's desk by now.
Godley *comes in with the
mug full of steaming tea* Pardon me, it took a while to boil the water again,
it was lukewarm. *he puts the mug in front of Isabella* There's nothing like a good breakfast in good company to start the day, isn't it so? He beams at Isabella.*
Abberline *dryly* Indeed, Godley.
Isabella: Sorry, darling, haven’t had time. But I’ll be all too happy to do them today; I have other things to do at the office anyway. *Smiles to Godley* Thanks Sergeant, it’s
good with a cup of tea to start the day.
Godley: You are welcome! Have a croissant too while they still are crisp. Come
one, one won't spoil your beautiful figure.
Abberline *glaring at Isabella and then at Godley* That's Inspector Abberline to you, Martin. Don't think for
a moment that what happened ... *he stops, noticing Godley's wondering expression*
Godley *curiously* What happened, Inspector?
Abberline: Nothing. How about the coffee? *he waits till Godley
trots obediently away* You'd better forget yesterday, Martin. It meant nothing to me. Just an unfortunate lapse.
Isabella *looks at him a little puzzled, then puts out her cigarette and takes a croissant* You didn’t actually think it meant something to me, did you? Sometimes
a kiss is just a kiss … or mistake in this case. If it makes you feel better,
I still find you extremely annoying. *Takes a bite of the croissant; Godley returns
and places a cup of coffee in front of Abberline. Isabella looks at Godley with
a smile* You know, if you ever decide to leave police work behind, you should
open a restaurant. You’re an excellent cook!
Abberline *raises an eyebrow,
annoyed with her more than he was before* Good.
Godley: That's what everybody keeps telling me. I learned it all from
me missus. Maybe some day when she gets tired of the grandkids or they grow up
... But at this rate she will be busy for long. *he cuts a thick slice of cheese
and places it on a plate before Isabella.* Have a taste of the cheese too. You do look like someone who thinks that breakfast is coffee and a smoke. *looks accusingly at Abberline.* Did you both already hear
about the burn site. In a manner of speaking, it doesn't exist anymore. But I have to go now. Thank you for sharing
breakfast with me! *and with that, he is gone*
Abberline: By all means, have a taste of cheese too. But make it fast. We are going to the - the burn site.
Isabella *breaks off a piece of the cheese and downs the rest of her tea* As
you wish …
Abberline *grabs his jacket,
snaps* Fine. Get yourself ready.
I'll wait outside. *Isabella rolls her eyes as soon he’s
left the room; she puts on her jacket and joins him outside*
At the DeMarcos’ house:
Ava *starts to clean the
house from head to toe, at this point working on the coffee table. She convinces herself if she has a clean house she will
have clean thoughts and if she has a dirty house she is a dirty dirty girl. She knows that she is now 6 weeks pregnant and
her breast are still expanding she is starting to give Pamela Anderson a run for her money. However Don hasn’t complained
or maybe he hasn’t even noticed, she rubs her stomach and then carries on cleaning the living room while the twins are
outside with Shane. She makes her way up the stairs into hers and Don’s bed room she lifts up her top and turns to the
side she checks to see if she is showing signs of being pregnant. The mirror never lies she just looks the same she knows
that she wont show until at least 12 weeks but the fear of Don finding out gets the better of her. She heads over to her side
of the bed and pulls out the latest copy of mother care home catalogue. She sighs and sits on the bed and starts to flick
through the pages to see if she gets any feelings for any thing. She has an over whelming urge to eat a pickled onion
she heads back down stairs and she raids the fridge, she pulls out a jar of pickled onions and starts to snack on them but
there is something missing, something she cant quite put her finger on. She ponders the thought and it finally hits her cheese. She wraps some pre sliced cheese around the pickled onion she is in heaven. She deciding
she best have something to drink she downs a whole carton of Apple juice with out knowing it. She heads back up the stairs
with her pickled onions and cheese, she heads straight back into the bedroom to carry on looking at her magazine but it has
disappeared she checks every where she can’t find it and now she starts to panic*
Meanwhile / earlier …
Don Juan *sneaks in like
a thief into his own house. He can hear Ava in the kitchen, and with a breath
of relief, he darts up the stairs to the bedroom and checks the bathroom counter. His
little green bottle is still there, and he snatches it and puts it into his pocket.
It looks like vile stuff, and that is the reason he hasn't yet touched it. But
if it is the key to his lost manhood ... He opens it and braces himself and sniffs at the stuff. It smells worse than it looks. Not yet ... There might be
other alternatives than Dr. Bendo, and Ava has not been on him for some days ... He shudders, and when he tries to seal
the bottle again it slips from his hands and the drops spill on some shopping catalogue for fat women that was lying on the
bed. With wide eyes he watches the liquid steam and fume, and in a short time
he is looking some ugly burn holes through the catalogue ... Fast, he wraps the catalogue and hides it under his cloak, and
in a second he is out again of the house without Ava noticing him. He has to
do something soon. He can't go on avoiding her for long, she will get suspicious. He disposes of the catalogue in a waste bin, wondering briefly why Ava would have
such a magazine...*
The Wonkas in London:
Madame *stares out the main
kitchen window. The weather is cold and rainy. She reminisces about her friends, more like her family, back in
Deppville. Her hand rests on her stomach, feeling the baby kick away. Willy
is away in another town, making more negotiations with companies. Her thoughts are interrupted by the sound of Cole’s
voice*
Cole: Hey mom .... I think I've stirred it long enough. My arms are starting to hurt.
Madame *comes back to the
mixing bowl full of cookie dough; smiles* Okay let's start putting them on the
pans. *She hands him a spoon* Now put one big spoonful per cookie on the pan.
Leave some space in between okay? *Cole nods, smiling, begins to scoop
away. After putting down his third cookie, he drops the spoon on the floor and stares at his mother's belly. Madame continues scooping, stops when Cole starts staring* Cole
... what' s wr... *she drops her spoon as she feels that same pressure she did
when the triplets arrived. Only this time ... it hurts ... a lot. She falls to her knees in agony, groaning loud,
holding her stomach. Cole watches, frozen in fear* Cole ... grab momma's cell phone ... hurry. *Cole still can't move* COLE PLEASE HELP MOMMY!!! *Cole grabs her cell off the kitchen counter and quickly dials the first number he can think of.
It rings. He waits and takes a hold of Madame's hand as she lies on her side, knees curled up*
Willy *aggravated his wife
is calling him during an important meeting, he picks up with a mean tone* What
DEAR?
Cole: Daddy?
Willy *his anger immediately
disappears at the sound of Cole’s voice* Cole? What is it? Why are you on momma's cell phone?
Cole: Daddy ... its the baby ... the baby is gonna die.
Willy *a wave of fear catches
him* Cole ... where' s mommy?
Cole: She's right here. She's lying down on the floor.
Willy: Oh god ... *tries to think as quickly as he can* Cole ...
is mommy awake?
Cole *shakes his mother's
shoulder, she opens her eyes for a second, but lets out another groan* Yes ... but she's crying ...
Willy: Okay give the phone to mommy for a second. *He waits, fear at a high scale. He nearly jumps
when he hears his wife* Kim, what's going on?
Madame: Willy ... there' s something wrong ... it's time but ... there' s something wrong with the baby.
Willy: It's time? Like right now?
Madame *angry at his stupidity* YES RIGHT NOW!!!
Willy: Okay okay okay ... let me think ... *he knows there is no way he'll get home on time. There's only
one thing that anyone can do* Kim ... lay on your back and give the phone to
Cole*
Madame *immediately reads
his mind* Willy ... no please I'll wait*
Willy: No. She's gotta get help. She's gotta come out. I'm on my way home but I won't get back
in time. I'll probably be there when she arrives. Just trust me. Trust Cole. You can do it.
Madame *tears flow as she
gives the phone to Cole and lies on her back*
Cole: Daddy? What do I do?
Willy: Son, you gotta get your baby sister out of mommy. First, go grab a bunch of kitchen towels and lay
them under momma's legs …
At Convento de la Encarnación:
*As the veiled women make
their way to the sacred room they walk past two rooms both bolted shut with heavy cast iron bolts. When they walk past the
second of the two rooms screams can be heard. The veiled woman stop dead in their tracks they all start to whisper as the
screams can only mean one thing. They do not dare enter the room whilst the screams are in progress the prophecy is developing
a look quicker than they originally anticipated. The first session has taken place all they need now is to hear the song and
then every thing is set in stone. They make there way to the sacred candle room as they draw closer the light can be seen
creeping through the cracks of the door*
Sister Joy: *whispering*
Do you think it’s happening sister do you think the incarnation is taking place has he done it
Sister Mary: My child we
must believe and hope that he has finally done it and that he has blessed us with the incarnation.
Mother Love-Joy: Do not doubt
him
Sister Luke: but the candle
never lit before
Sister Joy: she’s right
Mother Love-Joy he couldn’t do it before
Mother Love-Joy: if you doubt
him then you are not a believer you must believe my child *As the nuns grow closer
to where the sacred candle is located. A song can be heard it comes from the same room as the screams.*
Sister Mona: Ya llegan las monjas, Caminito de Peronja, No pueden pasar, Por el
río de la mar, Pase una, pasen dos, Pase la madre de Dios, En su caballito blanco, Alumbrando todo el campo, Campo mayor de
San Salvador, Ya llega Perico, Tocando el pitico, Si no lo toca bien, ˇQue le den, que le den, Con el culo de la sartén! *Mother Love-Joy runs to
the door and puts her ear onto the door to hear if the song is correct*
Sister Luke: is it Mother
Love-Joy is it the song
Mother Love-Joy: Sister Mary
go get Father Love-Joy now
Sister Mary: Yes Mother Love-Joy
Mother deMarco: hurry hurry
she won’t sing it forever. *Sister Mary *runs down to Father Love-Joy’s
office he sits at his desk reading Beauty's Release: The Continued Erotic Adventures
of Sleeping Beauty 1st Edition and sister Mary knocks at the door.*
Father Love-joy: *closing
the book and putting it on to the desk* Ah sister Mary *strokes his chin* now
what can I do for you.
Sister Mary: *out of breath*
the song the song has been sung
Father love-joy: *claps his
hand* It’s been sung the great song has been song. *pausing* why are we standing here for lets hurry *they both run
back up to the room, he places his ear on the door* uh huh … ummm … ah *he steps away from the door* Well my all my lovely holy people this is well and truly the song now who heard her scream in ecstasy *they
look puzzled apart from Mother Love-Joy* What oh yes your all virginal aren’t you I am going to have to repeat what
she did no? *he breaks into a song just like the scene in When Harry Met Sally* rings
any bells *they all nod* Right ladies
did or has any one heard any thing like that before *shaking their heads* no ok good so that’s the first one has the
candle started to burn?
Mother Love-Joy: Yes Father
It has indeed very brightly.
Father Love-Joy: Why am I
always the one who is last to know everything? I am the guardian of this place of the sacred texts and I’m the last
to know I don’t know. *turns around to walk away* Right sister Mary your on guard we need someone on the door
at all times. *All of a sudden, the song can be heard again*
At the DeMarco’s:
Ava: *running into the back
garden like a lunatic and heads straight for Shane and the twins.* Shane by any chance you haven’t been in my bedroom
and taken a magazine
Shane *looks puzzled* no
I haven’t been upstairs *handing Sam his tidy* no have we *looking back up at Ava* what kind of magazine was it Ava
Ava: nothing in particular
ah it doesn’t matter Shane *Ava lies through her teeth of course it matters it’s a serious matter Don is not to
know* any way it might be in front of me. *Pausing* Shane what’s your limit to caring for child how many?
Shane: *smiles at Ava* if
what I think you are saying Ava I say three is fine with me these little monsters are little angels.
Ava: Shane this needs to
stay between you and me no other person Don is not to know. Shane promise me I am not ready to tell him *sighs* nor will I
ever be either maybe I won’t tell him.
Shane: Ava I promise I wont
tell him scouts honour now I am not judging you Ava but
Ava: *interrupting before
he finishes* every one seems to be doing that *realising what she says she stops on her tracks* sorry Shane as you were.
Shane: Don’t you think
Don has a right to know I mean he is the father of that child don’t you think it might upset him that you won’t
tell him.
Ava: You haven’t seen
my husband when things don’t go his way have you *makes stabbing motions at her stomach* Anyways I am not that far along
*shrugs as the wind blows in her hair* I don’t know maybe I should tell him maybe this will bring us back together.
Shane: *touching Ava’s
hand* if you listen to maybe you will never know will you and if you tell him maybe at first it will be a shock to him but
I am sure he will love the idea. How do you feel about it Ava
Ava: *sighs* Shane now that
its heart is beating I want it desperately but I don’t want to bring a child into the world where one of the parents
won’t love it the way the other does.
The Wonkas in London:
Cole *after placing towels
underneath Madame, he picks up the phone from the floor where he left it.* Okay dad.
I put towels all over.
Willy *after running out
of the building, not even explaining to his clients the situation, he flies down the road in his truck* Okay good. Now go grab one of your brother's baby blankets and bring that in.
Cole *quickly runs to the
baby room, where they are all napping, and picks a random blue polka-dot blanket. He runs back and picks up the phone
again* Okay got one.
Willy: Okay now Cole, listen to me very carefully. I want you to look in between mommy's legs and tell me
what you see.
Cole: ......... huh?
Willy: Do as I say, boy.
Cole *moves and the tone
of his father's voice. He helps Madame sit up against the counter and checks. She cries out in pain as she moves*
I don't see anything dad.
Willy: Okay, get a cold rag for your mom. Put it on her head. And
a glass of water too.
Cole *after retrieving a
cold glass of water and a towel, he puts the towel on Madame's head and helps her drink. Madame cries more when he sets
the glass on the floor* Okay dad what now?
Willy: Check again. See if you can see the baby at all.
Cole *takes a big gulp and
checks again. He jumps a little when he sees the baby begin to crown* DAD!!!
Willy: CAN YOU SEE HER COLE? *he speeds up, blowing past a traffic
light. A cop starts after him, but Willy doesn't dare slow down.*
Cole: She's coming!!! I see her!!
Willy: Okay it's time!!! Tell your mom to push real hard. Put
me on speaker phone, put it on the floor, and hold your hands under the baby, make sure the blanket is over your hands.
Cole *does exactly as he
says. He puts Willy on speaker, places it on the floor, grabs the blanket, and places his hands under the baby*
Mom ... you have to push.
Madame *begins taking deep
breaths. She pushes, crying loudly, more tears down her face* I can't do
it!!!
Willy: Kim, you need to push. She needs to come out. Push Kim.
Madame: *she pushes again,
this time harder. She yells as a searing pain hits her*
Willy: What's happening Cole?
Cole: I see her eyes, dad!! They're not open but I see them
Willy: Keep pushing Kim!! *more cops join the one that was chasing
after him. At least he'll have help when he gets home*
Madame *pushes again, this
time not able to hold back any language* GOD MOTHER FUCKING DAMN IT THIS FUCKING
HURTS!!!!
Cole *looks up with a brow
at his mom, then goes back to the baby.* Dad .... her head is out ....
Willy *becomes worried at
his tone* Cole ... what' s wrong with her head?
Cole: It's not her head dad ... *he goes quiet as he sees a thin cord wrapped twice around her small neck*
Dad ... she's choking.
Willy: COLE LISTEN TO ME LISTEN TO ME GOOD. CAREFULLY try to unravel that cord from around her neck. Slip it over her head. USE ONE HAND. Hold
the baby's head with the other.
Cole *becomes fearful again. He slowly reaches towards her neck and takes a hold of the cord with two fingers.
He pulls a little and it lifts. He pulls more, just enough to pull it over her head. He tries again for the second
loop, but it becomes too tight. He lifts her head up more and tries again. It budges a little more. He reaches
under her head and feels the cord underneath. He pulls that and it becomes loose. He quickly goes above her head again
and pulls the cord. He manages to loosen it over her head and takes it off. He
wipes his hand on a towel and picks up the phone again.* Dad I got it off.
At Ravenwood / The burn site
Isabella and Abberline *arrive at what was a burn site, but is now a busy construction site*
Ichy *stands in the living
room taking measures and comparing them to the plan. He shakes his head in utter
disgust. An inch missing in one corner. Two
and a half extra in other place. He decides to have a serious talk with Zach
about quality, when Mark approaches him cautiously.* And what is it this time,
Mark?
Mark: There's Inspector Abberline with a chick. They wanna have a word with you.
Ichy *sighs theatrically, rolls eyes* Oh these interruptions all the time. *He carefully folds the
plans after having made notes of the aberrations, makes his way out from the construction, approaches Abberline, who seems
to be with the new recruit, the reporter. He nods briefly and coldly to them
both* How may I be of assist?
Abberline: First,
stop playing the pompous ass. Second, this work has to stop now. You, Constable Crane, as an officer should know better than meddle with a crime scene.
Ichy *with
even more pomp* I beg your pardon. This
is not a crime scene. The house just happened to burn down, and we are constructing
a new one in its stead. Nobody was killed or hurt in the fire, and investigations
won't yield back all goods that were lost.
Abberline *suspiciously* We?
Is - is Kat here?
Ichy *snorts* Don't
you know the whereabouts of your own wife, Inspector? Officer Martin, I heard
that an examination was done. I also know that the fire was confirmed as arson,
but the owner of the house expressed a wish that no further investigations were needed. We
do of course regret the loss of the property belonging to Lady Ainsworth, but she has not made any claims either. Why don't you go and have a talk with her?
Isabella *instantly disliking this Ichabod Crane; he seems even more full of himself than Abberline!* Shouldn’t she talk to her insurance about any claims? Besides,
if she did decide to make an insurance claim, we’d have to do a proper investigation before the insurance-company would
give her anything and we can’t do that because someone decided to build a house on top of the burn-site.
Ichy: My young lady, she doesn't want to talk with the insurance. She
said that all her belongings and furniture was outdated anyway and she needs to buy new. You
don't apparently know Lady Cynthia.
Abberline *turns his back on them and stares at the construction* What's the point in this?
Ichy *ignores him, continues to talk to Isabella.* Furthermore, there is no harm done to anyone. *he lowers his
voice* Kat will need a home as soon as possible, if you get my meaning.
Isabella *raises an eyebrow at the ‘my young lady’* No, I
don’t know Lady Cynthia, but if she has no intention of claiming any insurance, then there’s no reason for us
to talk to her. And regardless of whether or not Mrs. Abberline needs a house,
we can’t very well investigate the arson when there’s already a new building on the site. What if we wanted to search the remains for clues? *Turns to
Abberline* I don’t think there’s much we can do here … *with
a mischievous smile* Unless you want to arrest Constable Crane for interfering
in our investigation?
Ichy: Consider yourself lucky then ... What kind of clues do you think you could still find. You forget, young lady, that I am detective. I am used to nothing
even the most minute details, and believe me, I am very meticulous in my work. Indeed,
I am known for that. If there should have been anything, I would have found it.
Abberline
*turns around and looks at Isabella. He has been wondering where Kat could be
now and how she feels* Ah, yes, I would like to do that, but the Chief would
not approve. *but he can't help smiling at her expression, it makes her look
so very young* I think that we will leave this for now in the *sarcastically*
experienced and meticulous hands of Constable Crane and pay a visit to the hospital. You
have time to do the reports in the afternoon, just see that they are ready today.
Isabella *glares at Ichy* My name isn’t ‘young lady’,
it’s Isabella Martin. *Turns to Abberline again; grins* No, I suppose that wouldn’t be very popular. *Sighs*
Yes, yes, I’ll get the reports done today. *With
interest* The hospital? Are we paying
a little visit to Dr. Rainey?
Ichy *coldly, bows* Goodbye, Isabella Martin. Or should I
say, Officer Martin. And now, if you can excuse me, I do have to supervise the
construction. Every inch has to be right. And
it has to be completed fast, because she does need a place to stay at. Oh, and
I have prepared a very detailed and precise report over the arson and my investigations into it. I am sure the Chief will be content with it. *and he marches
off, unfolding the plans.*
Abberline *hoping that Isabella wouldn't ask who needs a place to stay at and why, and to
prevent her from talking more about the arson, he decides to be more friendly and get her thinking about something else* I thought so. Or Dr. Marbury. We will have to find some excuse for seeing him. I can't confront
him directly with the murder. There isn't enough evidence. Any ideas? We could ask about rumours about a lab. Or about ghost tranq. Anything like that.
Isabella *shakes her head as Ichy walks off* He’s a strange person!
*She must admit, at least to herself, that she is curious about why Kat needs
a place to stay, but it’s none of her business so she doesn’t ask. Thinks
for a moment before answering Abberline* Uhm … we’re doing an extensive
investigation into ghost tranq and wish to know to effects of the drugs. *Takes
out her cell phone* And if we’re real smart about it, we’ll let Brasco
know so he can back us up in case one of them calls the office to confirm our story. *She
hesitates dialling the number, waiting for Abberline to make wild protests at the thought of involving Brasco in their investigation.
*
Abberline: He is an idiot. *acidly* And
what is the meaning, questioning my authority or my ability to handle the doctors? And
put that phone away, we don't need to trouble the Chief for this kind of trivial matter, I am sure he has his hands full with
important work. Don't you dare to do anything without his backup? Come one, I will buy you a lollipop on the way.
Isabella *rolls her eyes* Now who’s the idiot? It is simply a matter of covering our grounds; it’s common sense! And
if anyone’s afraid here, I’d say it’s you. Is your ego really so fragile that you can’t handle someone
else’s promotion? It’s ridiculous!
Abberline *stops in his tracks,
takes her by the arm and pulls her close, eyes flashing* Look here, Martin. You'd better stop your game. I am getting
really annoyed at you. I can handle everything except indecisive little girls
running to Dad when they should do something on their own. I don't need anybody
covering my ground. Is that clear?
Isabella *holds his gaze* I wasn’t intending to ask for permission,
but I still think that it’s a good idea to at least let it look like we’re not tricking the good doctors …
then you can get as annoyed with me as you want. But apparently you only see
it as weakness … *tilts her head to the side as if puzzled* Maybe it’s
testosterone thing. *Anger flashes in her eyes* Leave
my father out of it or you may experience first hand what Daddy’s little girl is capable of doing on her own. *She makes a few swift moves and before Abberline knows what’s going on, he’s
lying flat on his back on the ground* Physical strength isn’t everything
and don’t for a second think you can scare me. *Walks off in direction
of the hospital; turns* Are you coming?
Abberline *gets quickly up,
looking around, brushes dust from his clothes, winces from the pain in the wrist he landed on, the wrist was broken and never
really mended. It hurts terribly, but he doesn't want her to see it.* Damn you. If you weren't a woman, I'd ... *with an effort he
composes himself, rubs his wrist* You really do scare nice guys off, don't you.
*but at the same time he finds that her anger somehow turns him on, he sneers*
You'd better learn some more gentle techniques with men. I don't think Hanson would fancy being thrown against a wall as an act of seduction. *he starts to walk after her*
Isabella *smiles slightly and raises an eyebrow* An act of seduction?
Is that what you think it was? *Grins
a little* No, I don’t suppose he would fancy that … unless there’s
something he hasn’t told me. Well, you don’t need to worry, I do
have gentler techniques for seduction. Besides, Hanson doesn’t piss me
off every other second like someone else I know. *Stops and looks at him* Look, I know it doesn’t matter what I tell you, but I had a crappy night and
I really do not have any patience today; if you think you’ve seen me angry; I got news for you. It can get worse. So stop trying to push my buttons.
Abberline: I don't think that I am overly worried about your nonexistent love life, Martin. Nor do I want any closer details. *but a closer look would
be all right, he thinks for himself as his eyes travel down her body* You should
behave like a professional and keep your domestic problems for yourself, or you are going to have a very crappy day. *he looks at her suspiciously and a bit curiously*
Are you really threatening me? *but his wrist is still hurting from the
fall*
Isabella *Mutters* You brought it up … *adds* Too late, I’m already having a crappy day! *Smiles wistfully*
Well, if you don’t lay off, I guess you’ll find out.
*two pair of eyes watch Abberline and Isabella with interest from behind thick bushes not far from
the site. One of them speaks to the other in a hushed tone* There, you see? I told you there’s nothing to worry
about. The constable is a fussbudget who’s afraid of spiders, and these
two can’t work together for more than five minutes before they’re bickering like teenagers. Not to mention the fact that the whole Security department is overloaded with unsolved business …
this fire, the murdered redhead, the killings in the Court …
2nd voice: I suppose you’re right, we could quite
possibly move along completely unnoticed. Easy pickin’s!
1st voice *amusement in the voice* Aye … easy
pickin’s …
At la Maison de Paradis:
Don Juan *nervously knocking
on the door, glancing around himself. There are some kids playing out, but he doesn't see neither Malachi nor Miranda.* Come on, Malachi, open the door ... *he mutters quietly, and starts when the door finally
opens.
Miranda *smiling brightly at him* Don Juan! How are you! Please come in, I was just preparing a breakfast
for Malachi. I love to let him sleep a little longer and then surprise him with
a breakfast in bed. What brings you here.
Don Juan *swallows his disappointment* I came to thank you for taking care of our children during the hard times we were
having.
Miranda: Oh, Sam and Lola!
How are the little darlings?
Don Juan *somewhat forced* They are
doing very well, thank you.
Miranda: Could you please wait for a while,
I'll wake up Malachi and then I can serve you both. *and she runs upstairs*
Don
Juan *desolately, for himself* How I wish that you could serve us both, sweet
Miranda, but I fear that Malachi is the one who gets your treasure trove of love ...
Miranda *snuggles in the bed beside
Malachi, teases him by brushing lightly his cheek, he wrinkles his nose and mutters something unintelligible. Miranda kisses him slightly on the neck, in a tender spot* Wake
up my dear, it's a new fine morning.
Malachi *mumbles, jumps slightly
at her kiss; turns, opens his eyes sleepily, smiles at her, brings his arms around her, hugs her close* Morning? I think I need more sleep, you wore me out last night
… *he presses her against him, kisses her lips slowly*
Miranda *giggles and wriggles
out* My breakfast will restore everything you believe you lost ... *then she
looks at him seriously* There's someone waiting for you downstairs. It's that Don Juan. *she grins mischievously and looks very
innocent* Can you really leave me with him alone in the kitchen? He looked at me, that way ...
Don Juan *hearing now sound upstairs, nervously jumps up and starts
to open the cupboards, not really knowing why he is doing it. The cupboards are
full with spices and dry food. Maybe he just uses natural ingredients to cope
with the ravishing voluptuous little lady ... But none of the spices are that effective, as he knows himself. Her innocent looks didn't deceive him a bit. And he starts
to wonder how she wakes him up ... *
Malachi *frowns* Don Juan? What the hell’s he doin’ here? *arches a brow at her* Nooo, I don’t
think I better leave you alone with him. It would appear he’s only got
one “way” of looking at beautiful women. *reluctantly, he sits up,
runs a hand through his hair* All right, I’m up. I’ll be down in a few minutes. Where are the kids?
Miranda: They already had breakfast and now they are out playing. *she
smiles again at him* He said he came to thank us for keeping his children, but
I don't think so. *she turns back from the door*
His eyes didn't make me feel faint and my knees buckle. Yours did. *she returns back to the kitchen.* He's
coming down soon. Would you like some coffee.
Don Juan *stops his pacing
around* Yes, that would be fine.
Malachi *grins at her, watches
her turn and leave the room. He looks longingly at the bed, still wanting more
sleep. He sighs, gets up, stretches, yawns; finds his clothes, quickly dresses,
goes into the bathroom, splashes some water on his face. He goes downstairs to
the kitchen, sees Miranda making coffee, smiles at Don Juan* Don Juan, g’morning. *he comes up to him, extending a hand to shake*
What brings you here this morning, what can we do for you? You’re
not looking to adopt, are you?
Don Juan *shakes his hand* Oh no, it's enough for us with two. We
are not planning to have more. *he leans closer, casting an anxious look at Miranda* There's something I want to talk to you about ... Man to man.
Malachi *raises eyebrows,
looks over at Miranda, then back to Don* Well, sure. We can go in the den. I’d suggest the deck, but the
kids are outside, and they’d be sure to come up and ask you all sorts of questions about your gear. *he looks over Don Juan’s colorful clothes, grins; turns to Miranda*
Sweetheart, we’re going to talk in the den for a little bit. Make
sure the kids leave us to it, savvy? *he goes to her, brings his arms around
her, kisses her cheek*
At Convento de la Encarnación:
Father Love-Joy *who is now
looking rather shocked quickly turns around as much as to say that wasn’t what I heard was it. The nuns all look at
him for reassurance all he offers them is half a smile.
Father Love-Joy: *heads back
to the door and pressing his ear on it again* Oh my I think she is broken no way can she it can be happening twice I must
consult my books *he scratches his head* Maybe she is delayed maybe she has picked up a wrong signal. *Pauses and thinks for
a couple of moments* Who knows maybe the incarnation is stronger than we think but I still don’t understand how she
could have two in one day.
Mother Love-Joy: Maybe the
first wasn’t as strong as the second you know Father Love-Joy she is only young maybe she has been scared maybe she
held it in *starts to talk more gibberish* maybe she kept it inside and then they bubbled over like a pan of pasta.
Father Love-Joy: yes *rubs
his chin* yes she is young isn’t inexperienced I’d say so there has been two now *claps his hands* Ladies you
know how many there is to go we must hurry get the sacred room ready the song has been song twice *clapping his hands excitedly*
oh this is soo exciting *turns away again* Mother Love-Joy please come with me we need to discuss important matters *cheerfully*
Ladies as you were those chocolate covered strawberries aren’t going to sell themselves. *Pauses* Now Sister Mary please
bring me a delightful strawberry chocolate milk shake. *Father Love-Joy and Mother
Love-Joy make their way to his office, they both walk the narrow candle lit corridors with the sound of romantic music playing
through the corridors. They both enter his office and they close the door* Mother
you will have to be contacting him soon after the incarnation has gotten all it needs. We need to keep a steady eye on the
incarnation we don't want it to get to much at such a young age. Mother Love-Joy I do not want contact him yet I know
you miss him but now is too early.
Mother Love-Joy: Yes I understand
Father but how are we going to keep a eye on the incarnation when it is in another country.
Father Love-Joy: Ah you see
that where Sister Luke comes in we will send her to the incarnation and she can watch over and take notes for us.
Mother Love-Joy: Oh you are
so clever Father Love-Joy right I must inform Sister Luke immediately
Father Love-Joy: You see
once she has gone we can start the sacred room then we will fill it with silk, velvet and satin all the best for the incarnation.
*Pausing* I see rich dark purples reds and golds Mother Love-Joy. There shall be candles and insenses burning chocolate on
tap strawberries and cream you name it we need it. *thinks about the music* yes we shall play only the best romantic songs
ever celine dion whitney housten and phil collins to name a few.
Mother Love-Joy *nods her
head and leaves the room while Father Love-Joy babbles on about the room. She looks around the convent to see if she can find
Sister Luke, she is sitting at the fountain reading a copy of the sacred texts.* Ah
Sister Luke there you are the Father has a very special task for you he would like you to watch over the incarnation. We will
need you to go immediatly as we are concerened at the rate things are happening. The plan is that you need to go in as a house
keeper whilst the incarnation is developing and when as you know the maxium amount has been reached we will come and collect
the incarnation along with you. Now Sister Luke is this clear?
Sister Luke: Yes Mother
it is I shall go and pack my bag now and leave for the destination incarnation.
Mother Love-Joy: Good Sister
Luke now we have the tickets all ready just say at the airport that it is a holy misson that you have been
placed on you are needed greatly at another convent.
Sister Luke: Yes Mother Love-Joy. *she makes her way to her room where she packs he belongings into her bag. There is
not much to pack as she has never had to leave the convent before. She picks
up the bag and makes her way to the airport.*
At the DeMarcos’:
Ava looks up at the sky and
then back to Lola who is now laying on her tummy, she pushes herself up to into a crawling stance. Lola slow with all her
mite she starts to move she starts to crawl Ava runs in the house for the camcorder she starts to film her baby girl crawl.
Sam watches her in amazement his pacifer drops out of his mouth.
Lola: Da Da
Ava: *squeals in excitment*
Shane look at my princess she's crawling
Lola:*Lola runs into Ava
feet and holds her arms up* bah *she clinches her hands and she opens them again* mmm ma ma
Ava: *She puts the camcorder
down and she picks up Lola* Who's a clever little girl who's mommy's big girl now wheres daddy huh he missed it. *shakes
her head* silly da da esh we will have to teach him a lesson. *Sam looks at Ava his eyes bore in to her and she sits back
down next to him. Lola starts to crawl again * Sam hows mommy's big soilder *she rubs his head and Sam stick his tongue out*
Your fine I see you'll be next dont worry you'll be the fastest crawler in the west.
Lola: *Lola starts to pick
at the grass* mmmm
Ava: Lola no yuck dirty *she
picks her up and scoops out any blades of grass* yuck is that your impression of a cow what sounds do cows make moo *laughs*
now wheres da da I aint seen him in days
At Stratford Castle:
Sweeney *sits on his barbers
chair contemplating the blonde woman who got away he flicks his blade causing it to open and close. He reclines in his chair
he feels good now he killed twice. He can’t get the blonde woman out of his head the words all beauty must die
comes back into his head he needs to find her again and finish her off. His hands become cold as ice like death has become
him and he slides his fingerless gloves on with his spare hand he takes a swig of brandy*
Jeanne *approaches Stratford castle cautiously. It looks weird, both scary and dreamy at the same
time. Totally different from Commander Portsmith's faked medieval castle. Part of it seems to be in ruin, but she can see the lights in the main building, though
not even lights make it more inviting. Maybe she should just have settled an
appointment with the dreaded Mistress. But then she gathers her courage. She has been to worse places during her career - the Skull Fortress of Queen Ranavalona,
or the Amityville House, to name a few - and boldly she steps up to the massive door and lifts the heavy knocker, letting
it land with a thud on the floor boards. The sound seems to echo for long.*
Dr. Viland’s journal:
Saturday,
July 28:
I have
completed my consultation with Manouche Roussel Blake and her husband, William. This
is my first meeting with Mr. Blake, and, though it would have been ideal for Manouche to have married a Rom, I have to admit
he is a fine man. I’ve admired his poetry for some time, and now that I’ve
met him and seen how he is with Manouche, it’s clear that she couldn’t have asked for a more loving, supportive,
understanding life partner – especially given the differences in their backgrounds.
The two of them rather astounded me by refusing the opportunity to know the identity of the parents of the child Manouche
is bearing, at which point I insisted that they at least take the information with them in a sealed envelope. That way, they’ll have it at the ready when they decide they wish to know, for I’m certain
that moment will come sooner or later. I spoke with my good wife about this,
and she helped me understand their viewpoint. She said she might be similarly
inclined if she were in Manouche’s place—that first and foremost she would want to receive confirmation that her
own health and the baby’s are sound. This I was able to assure Mr. and
Mrs. Blake, with no reservations whatsoever; so far, all is well.
I spoke
with the Blakes at length of the mystical possibilities inherent in the child, and Mr. Blake put forth the theory that if
mysticism is involved, it could possibly be good rather than bad. Whether he
suggested this to help put his wife’s mind at ease or because he genuinely believes it, I don’t know; but I cannot
deny that it is possible. Further, in light of the fact that mother’s and
child’s vitals are excellent and the pregnancy is progressing normally thus far, it may even be probable. But still I’m uneasy: there remains something hazy about
the test results, despite the confirmation of parents’ identities. I may
run the test again, though I didn’t discuss this with Mr. and Mrs. Blake. I
don’t wish to concern them unnecessarily, for it’s little more than a slight abnormality in the results, combined
with a nagging intuition on my part. And whereas my instincts usually are well
founded, I see no reason to worry Manouche unless I have something more concrete to tell her.
In short, let sleeping dogs lie for now.
I also
neglected to discuss with the Blakes the additional consideration of the effect Manouche may have on the child by virtue of
her position as a surrogate. Though the child’s DNA is not connected to
the Blakes, Manouche will carry it to term, nourish it … from a purely medical standpoint, I’m thrilled to be
involved in this rare opportunity to witness the development of a fetus in a surrogate who happens to be a Romani dreamer
with the unique qualities, bloodline, astral influences, and so on, that Manouche possesses.
What will all this yield? Though I’ve not said it to Manouche in
so many words, we both know that one doesn’t have to be a dreamer to exchange thoughts regarding the child’s potential. We have both considered the possibilities; it could be anything from completely normal
to a dreamer child, from a gifted angel to a demon. The physician in me is excited
to be on the brink of uncharted medical territory. The Rom in me is enthusiastic
about being privy to a phenomenal new chapter in the life of one of our community’s most colorful contemporary figures
… what a case to relay to the elders! However, the man in me … Lionel
Viland, the Gypsy, the friend to Manouche, and now to her husband, William Blake, trembles for this charming couple, as well
as for the child. Oh, to borrow some of William Blake’s optimism! (Was he born as such? If he wasn’t,
perhaps it’s the effect that a dreamer has on her romantic partners. Another
study!) Despite the overwhelming number of unknown factors, perhaps it would
behoove us all to follow Blake’s lead and keep an optimistic outlook, if for no other reason than for the well-being
of mother and child. Certainly added worry won’t change the outcome and
can only do harm. I’ve asked Manouche to keep a regular schedule of appointments
with me; and I rest easier knowing that Alifi is nearby to lend support if need be.
My beloved
Bette is calling me to supper. Time will tell; to be continued …
