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At Mort and Mary’s house:
*The mirror becomes cloudy … *
Gypsy voice: Mistress,
there is an intruder about to appear. What would you have me do?
Girl in the mirror: Perhaps he will be of some use to us. Let him wake up and see what he does.
Dr. Rainey *comes slowly
to, feeling the bump on his head* Bloody Mort, leaving his tools like that! But why has neither come out? He peeks
carefully through the veranda windows but doesn't see anyone, so he walks to the door. It
is unlocked, but the car is gone, so he sneaks in and looks around - and starts, seeing a beautiful woman staring in a cloudy
mirror where there is absolutely nothing to see. Like Mort used to do. Perhaps Mort hasn't told about his brother?* Er
.. Hello .. I just came by. Isn't Mort home?
Mary *feels her hand being
released from the mirror and turns with a start. Jumping up, she cries* Oh my goodness, you scared me, how may I help you? Oh
excuse me, where are my manners? *she walks over, shakes his hand* My name is Mary Rainey, and your name is?
Dr. Rainey *utterly confused.
He had been waiting more for a shriek. He
still recalls how nervy Mort's Amy always was. It was a good thing that he got
rid of her, but he must have married again* Rainey? Are you - are you married to Mort? He hasn't told me a thing,
but then, we have never been really close, and I have been out of town for some time. Important
duties. Hasn't he told about me? I
am his brother. Martin Rainey. *then
he adds proudly* A doctor and a researcher.
Mary *looking confused herself*
Mort's brother! No, he never told
me. *backing up not knowing what to do and suddenly feeling angry* If you are his brother, why haven't you been here to help him? He's
been living in this house alone, with no friends for over 2 years. He's
had no support from anyone since his trial. If you are his brother, surely you
could have found some way to help him. *pausing for his reaction but not seeing
any* Does Mort know you're here, Dr Rainey?
Dr. Rainey: I don't think he does. Do you believe that he wanted any company?
Don't you know how he behaved? He
went to the town and grinned and grinned and deliberately made people scared. He
hasn't asked for support. On the contrary, last time he chased me away with a
shovel. Now, I wonder, how did he manage to trap you? *he steps closer to her and grins* Do you really know him?
Mary *suddenly fearful but
carries on* Well, Dr Rainey *her face stormy as she counts off on her fingers*
lets see, first his wife leaves him for another, then he's accused of plagiarism and then his wife is killed. Of course by then she was his ex-wife although people don't like to believe it. Finally the loony who accused him of plagiarism confesses to the murders. How
did you expect him to act? *looking down at her feet* I'm sorry, I'm very protective of Mort. Do I know Mort,
you ask? *her face softens* Yes I think I do, he's my soulmate. He didn't "trap me" as you put it, I love him. Now, perhaps
we got off on the wrong foot. If you and Mort are not close, then why are you
here?
Dr. Rainey *rolls eyes* Oh yes, what an unfortunate chap ... Women tend to fall for guys they can pity. You might find that you are married to a very different kind of man from the one you
think you fell in love with. As for me *he looks around* I need a place to stay
low for a while. And I got the idea that Mort's house is perfect. No one would get the idea to search for me here. It would be
too obvious. And, nobody ever visits him anyway.
*he takes off his coat and slumps on the couch, grabs the chips Mort has left on the table* He's still eating crap, I see. Do you have any beer? Have you ever thought why Amy left?
Mary *looks at him with astonishment
at his boldness* Dr Rainey, Martin, lets start over shall we? You must
understand, Mort and I are trying to begin a life together. Do I
know why Amy left? No I don't, nor do I care. What matters to me most, and I must be clear, what matters to me most is that people give Mort the second
chance that he deserves. I'm sorry if I sounded so angry and I think it would
be wonderful for Mort to have his brother here at last. *thinking about which direction to go next* Tell me Martin, why do you have to stay low? Who is looking
for you? *she looks towards the door as she hears Mort's car and gives a sigh of relief*
Gypsy voice: This
is not good, mistress. We were not anticipating anyone else being in the house. Now there is Mort's brother and soon Constable Crane.
What would you have me do?
Mistress: We can't do anything right now. Perhaps
the good Constable will take care of the brother. Then we'll take care of
the Constable. *she laughs*
Gypsy voice: But
mistress, I must remind you that you cannot do anything alone, you must have Mary to help you.
And did you notice, she did not back down. She protects those she loves,
mistress. She will be perfect for when you take over.
Mistress: Yes
she will do nicely. I just wish she wasn't so beautiful. I don't want him to
compare her
to me .... listen, here comes Mort now.
Dr. Rainey: Mort might not be the only one who needs a second chance. *he
follows her gaze* Don't believe everything he says. *he takes a better and even more relaxed position while waiting for Mort to get in*
Mary *stares at Martin until
she hears Mort's footsteps on the porch. She runs to the door * Mort, I'm so glad you're home. *Mort puts his arm around her
shoulders and finds she is trembling so he quickly gives her a hug and a smile* Mort,
your brother Martin is inside, he arrived about a half hour ago.
Mort *thinks* My brother, what the hell could he want. *He walks with Mary
to the living room and in a cool tone* Martin, I'm surprised to see you here,
what do we owe this honor?
Martin: Hey, where's the brotherly hug and welcome grin? You don't
look overjoyed with seeing me, and you haven't even informed that you have got yourself a nice little wifey. *he shakes his head in mock sadness, then he grows serious again.* I
need a place for some nights. The Security is looking for me, and as you know
yourself, it isn't a joy to be persecuted falsely ... *he reaches for the chips again* Honey
*to Mary* You have to stop him from eating these, believe me, I am a doctor. They
came an threatened me, Inspector Abberline and a fierce young cop girlie, and they locked me up though I told them all what
had been happening with Dr. Marbury, the rotter ... I would be still there if that Secretary they got wouldn't have felt for
me. So, what are you going to do?
Mort *Looking at Martin,
he couldn't help but regret what could have been. A second chance he thinks,
I can relate to that! He looks over at Mary and sees her troubled eyes. He can't bring himself to frighten her, not now with everything else that is going
on. Walking over to Martin he quickly gives him an awkward hug and a guarded
smile. He returns to Mary and puts a protective arm around her shoulder.*
I'm sorry you didn't know about Mary, we were married a short while ago. Security
is looking for you? Well, I don't think you can stay here. I'm expecting Constable Crane to be here this afternoon to investigate something for me. I'm sorry you are having troubles Martin, but I can't afford to have any problems again. Inspector Crane is very meticulous as you may know. I think
you should leave for now. I will help you because you say you are innocent but there is one rule you must agree on.
*looking at Mary* You will
treat my wife with respect and you will not frighten her again. If you do, I
will not longer help you. Do you understand?
Martin: But you must find me a place to hide! How very selfish for
you! *he thinks hard* You know,
Mort, a good reputation lost is hard to regain. If you don't help me ... There
will probably resurface new rumors ... And I have no problems in treating your delicious wife with all the respect I can muster.
*he eyes her* Come on, Mort, I only
need a few days, and then I will leave you to your peace again.
Mort *Stares his brother
down, he does not appreciate how he refers to his wife* Listen, I did not say
I woudn't help you. There is a vacant house just down the road, take my car *he
tosses his keys to Martin" and I'll call you when the Inspector is gone. You
do have a cell phone don't you?
Martin *scornfully* Oh geez, this brotherly love is just overwhelming. *but
he grabs the keys anyway* Sure, I can stay there, but there's no fridge. You wouldn't want your brother to starve, or what? *he
rolls eyes* Of course I can't carry a cell phone. Don't you know how easily they can track you? *he snatches
the chips and goes to the door* I understand, Mort, I understand too well. What is a brother to a new wife and new life ... *he bangs the door shut and they hear
the car starting*
Mort *shakes his head and
goes to the kitchen for a beer* He has always been like that. I tell him I will help him and he acts like he never heard the words! I
didn't want him to stay there all night, just till after Inspector Crane leaves.
Mary *sits at the table,
exhausted from her ordeal* Mort, I'm not sure you should help him, I mean, he
keeps threatening you. He scares me and when he looks at me as if I was a
girl from Hell Court.
Mort *staring at the table*
He is my brother, I won't turn my back on him as he did to me. Come love. *looking up at Mary*
Sit over here with me. *Mary goes and sits on his lap and puts her head
on his shoulder.* I'm concerned for you, you look so pale to me. Didn't
you get any rest?
Mary: No, I don't think I did. Your brother let himself into the
house and found me sitting at the mirror. Mort, I don't remember going to the
mirror. *she trembles* I'm afraid
I'm losing my mind. *she starts to cry*.
Mort *grabs her and holds
her tight* You are not losing your mind! Inspector
Crane is on his way to investigate the mirror. Listen *he pauses* I think he
just pulled into the drive.
At Enrico’s:
Ava *heads to Enrico the
houseboys home she saw an advertisement in the Deppville times. He was looking for a place of employment it stated that
he recently left his last place of employment and he needed work. Ava arrives at his home it is in a quaint little place she
walks up the path and knocks on the white door and Enrico greets her. Ava smiles at him and she holds up the cutting of the
advert that he placed in the paper. Enrico struggles his hands are covered in clay and he lets her in
Enrico: Hi there my name is Enrico *laughs* ah see you found my advertisement sorry for the mess when I have time
off I like to make pottery.
Ava: Hi Enrico my name is
Ava *smiles at him* oh you like to make pottery I would love to make pottery I don’t think I will be good at it though.
Enrico: How do you know that
you are not good at it if you haven’t tried it
Ava: well I don’t know
any one who has a pottery wheel *smiles innocently at him*
Enrico: Well you do now *
he smiles back her and he gets lost in her eyes they are the prettiest eyes he has ever seen. Enrico shakes his head he seems
to get lost in a trance when he looks at her* come on I’ll show you. Why don’t you take your jacket off and leave
your things here and we’ll go down into the basement. *smiles* I would be a proper gentleman and I would assist
you but *he holds his clay covered hands up* I wouldn’t want to spoil such a pretty jacket.
Ava: Oh your too kind Enrico
*she slips her jacket off and hangs it on the coat stand she also hangs her hand bag on there too and she smiles at him again*
Enrico: Now Ava please follow
me *they both head down into the basement. * Ava you best put on an apron on clay is hard to get out of your clothes.
Ava: Ok Enrico *she puts
the apron on*I am so nervous what if I am bad at it
Enrico: *washing his hands
so they are clean* don’t worry Ava you’ll do fine *he pulls stool out for her * Please sit *he pulls a stool for himself* Are you ready *he smells her hair it’s smells beautiful he starts to
breathe heavier his warm breath caresses her neck sends tingles down her spine. *
Ava: *Ava now begins to breathe
deeply too the connection has now been made between the two of them. Ava’s craving will now be met. * Yes sure
am.
Enrico *is supposed to start
the wheel but he can control his urge to touch her. He runs his hands gently down her arms and her stomach. He starts the
wheel and pushes her hands into the clay it starts to form a vase. He pulls her hands back up she turns her head he intertwines
their fingers and they kiss. Ava removes his shirt and he carries her to the middle of the room where they stand and kiss
again. She runs her hands down his back and he picks her up again and carries her off to the sofa where they have there fun.
Ava with out knowing it starts to whisper a Spanish song into his ear*
Ava: 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, ¡Que le den, que le den, Con el culo de la sartén! *later, she gets dressed and kisses him goodbye. The craving has been filled for
another day. She heads back to the convent.*
At Hanson’s:
Hanson *slowly opens his eyes; he glances at the window. It’s still
dark outside. He checks the alarm-clock by the bed and lies back down with a
sigh. It’s only 5.30 in the morning. Definitely
too early to call Isabella to say good-morning. He turns over on his side and
gets comfortably attempting to fall asleep again, but a few minutes later he gives up. He
gets out of bed and goes into the bathroom to do the usual morning rituals – brushes his teeth, shaves and takes a shower.
After he’s dressed, he goes into the kitchen and puts over a pot of coffee;
it’s not even 6AM yet; at
6.30, he’ll call. He eats his breakfast while reading the newspaper and
keeping a close eye on the clock. Alright, 6.20 … that’s close enough.
He picks up the phone and dials Isabella’s number waiting impatiently for
a response while at the same time wondering he’s waking her up. He gives
her plenty of time to pick up, but there’s no response. He frowns a little
as he hangs up; where would she go this early? And without her cell phone? The office? He picks up the phone again
and dials the direct number to their shared office, but there’s still no response. This
is odd; and knowing the sort of trouble a girl like Isabella can get herself into, it’s also very concerning! He finally tells himself that he’s just being an overly protective boyfriend
and that there’s no need to be concerned. After all, Isabella can take
care of herself. He sits down again by the small dining-table in the kitchen
and pours another cup of coffee, picks up the newspaper and tries to focus on reading. But
he can’t shake the feeling that something has happened and he knows the only way he’s going to get peace of mind
is to see for himself that she’s alright. So he grabs his jacket and car-keys
and heads out. On the way to From Hell Court, Hanson dials the number to Security
and leaves a message on Donnie’s answering machine* Chief, it’s Hanson. I’m going to be a little late today. I know that I’m probably overreacting, but I can’t get in touch with Isabella,
so I’m going to go check on her. Talk to you later.
At Mort and Mary’s:
Gypsy voice: That brother
is going to be more of a problem than we thought. He's not going to go away Mistress. And Mort is growing stronger because of her love. She is growing weaker which is good. But I am concerned, deeply
concerned. Nothing is going as planned.
Mistress *her voice booming*
I hate this wretched glass! You
must find a way to get me out of here. Your magic is weakening, I can tell.
I should have known better then to trust you! Why didn't you stop them from coming!
Why *she screams*.
Gypsy voice: Shush now. *whispers* Let us pray that Mary gets weaker, that
she finds no way to resist. Perhaps her love is not as strong as he believes
it to be. Time will tell …
At Sam and Romany’s:
Sam and Romany *enjoy their
breakfast. Sam’s consists of chocolate milk on coco pops and a chocolate milk shake. Romany always smiles when
he eats his breakfast she always thinks one day he’ll turn into a bar of chocolate. Sam catches Romany looking at him,
talks with his mouth full* Wha
Romany: *laughs* nothing
Sam I am sure you’ll turn into a bar of chocolate soon
Sam: *laughs* I cant help
it I like chocolate
Romany: I know Sam you are
turning into a bar of chocolate you know why
Sam: No *takes another spoon
full of coco pops*
Romany: Because you are so
sweet
Sam: *blushes* No you are
sweet *Sam finishes his breakfast* that’s was good Romany you make the bestest breakfasts ever
Romany: *laughs* Thank you
Sam and you make the best grilled cheese sandwiches *smiles*
Sam: Romany *leans over and
kisses her* I wanna have a cuddle *kisses her some more*
Romany: I wanna too *she kisses Sam in return; she knocks the breakfast set off of the table so it is
bare. They have their cuddle on the table and other places too. Sam has gotten use to the idea of “cuddles” and
he likes them a lot. Now he understands why Don had a lot of “cuddles” but he still doesn’t understand how
he could have so many “cuddles” from so many different women. Sam like cuddles off of Romany as does Romany like
cuddles from Sam. They have been together for some time now Sam wants to ask Malachi some more questions as he helped him
so much before. Romany does something that she has never done before that takes any thought of him doing any thing out of
his head. Some time later in the bedroom:*
Sam: Romany I love you.
Romany: Sam I love you too
*she kisses his chest and the his lips* Everything is perfect in the world Sam.
Sam: Sure is.
At From Hell Court:
Hanson *parks the car in front of the apartment building and hurries up the few flight of stairs to Isabella’s
apartment, but as he knocks on the door, there’s no answer. He tries calling
out for her, but the only one answering is a cranky neighbour telling him to shut up. Discouraged,
he goes back out on the street wondering where to look next. The beach, maybe?
But as he’s unlocking the car-door, he glances downwards and catches sight
of something. He bends down and picks it up with an expression of concern. Isabella’s cell phone. He keeps
his gaze on the cell phone for a moment while wondering what happened to her. He
lifts his gaze to the street and looks around. But there are no signs of struggle
or anything … a couple of drunks sleeping it off against a wall across the street is all. And even if it happened right in front of them, odds are that they don’t remember a thing. He gets in his car again, although not really sure where to go. Eventually he dials the office again leaving another message for Donnie*
It’s me again. I think
something’s happened. I didn’t find Isabella, but I did find her
cell phone on the street outside her building. Don’t expect me to come
in until I’ve found her. I’m sure you can understand. I’ll keep you updated.
At the convent:
Father Love-Joy *office is
completely full with books he and Mother Love-Joy have been looking through them trying to get Don back. The nuns are completely
unaware of the situation and how disparate they have become in finding a cure for Don.*
Mother: I give up Aaron I
give up.
Father: Ana do not give up
there is always the other solution.
Mother: *looks up at the
pile of books in front of him* and what is that Aaron I have lost my son I cannot grieve for him he is not dead and I will
not believe that he is Mark. My son not dead nor is he alive now what am I meant to do close the convent down… I am
to move to the church next door.
Father: No Ana we may have
lost our son but we have gained a grandson *smiles as he peeks over the piles of books* There is something that we can do
to the baby.
Mother: *looks at him* I
cannot lose my grandson too but I am willing to listen.
Father: We won’t lose
him Ana *he moves around to Ana* Just read.
Mother: Aaron *smiles* this
is why I married you for such the genius *smiles* but it says it must be taken at the moment of contraception.
Father: Ah well we will give
her an extra bit it wont harm her.
Mother: HIM Aaron HIM if
the mother feels, as it’s a he then it’s a he *smiles* mothers know best *smiles again* I thought Don was a boy
when every one else said he was a girl.
Father: Sorry Ana now I think
we start it immediately as we cannot waste any time *takes Ana by the hands and the walk down to the kitchen clutching the
book* for something so important it has very little ingredients *smiles* Now Ana I hope you are ready.
Mother: Of course I trust
you and this needs to be done *she reads the ingredients off one by one* right Aaron we need freshly pressed apple juice.
Cider aged more than seven days, brown and slightly sour apple vinegar, clear apple brandy, one ounce of honey, and one drop
of wintergreen. You need to put them all together Aaron stir, warm and mix them my love.
Father: Right Stir, warm,
and mix. *Smiles* perfect now what must we do.
Mother: You need to read
this passage *pushes the book in front of him*
Father: *reading aloud* If
I must pay the apple's price I shall be seasoned as well as wise filling my cup with honeyed
days and hours as green as Eden’s pass.*The mixture bubbles and fizzes* Perfect now you go get Ava.
Mother: Ok Aaron *kisses
him on the cheek* Ava darling where are you?
Ava: *pops her head around
the door as she dries her hair* Here I am Ana.
Mother: I have made you something
that will ease the pregnancy *smiles* I took it when I was pregnant *smiles*
Ava: Ok... I am coming *she
ties her hair up she is in her sweatpants, vest and her bunny slippers*
Mother: *smiles* I am loving
the slippers Ava *smiles* we are in the kitchen *they both walk into the kitchen*
Ava: Smells good *smiles*
Hello Aaron *kisses him on the cheek*
Father: Hello Ava *he hands
her the drink* Drink up dear it will do you good *smiles*
Ava: *drinks the drink* that
is good Aaron, Ana hmm I feel better all ready *smiles and rubs her bump* is it me or is the convent quite
Father: It sure is we haven’t
really introduced ourselves in town yet *smiles*I thought we could let the towns people discover us for themselves. Now you
go rest now it’s time for your nap *smiles* I am sure he’ll let you know you’re sleepy.
Ava: He sure will Aaron bye
Ana *waves and goes back to her room*
Mother: Now what?
Father: Now we must wait
until his birth. *smiles* Come on Ana why don’t we go celebrate *smiles and kisses her*
At Pirate’s Cove:
Kat *Yawns
and with her eyes still closed reaches a hand out and feels around the coverings. Frowning
lifts her head* Abby?? *Worriedly
looks around and spots him. Relaxing a bit she asks testily.* What ye doin' o'er there luv? *Playing with the edge of the
tattered sheet.* I know it's not exactly bein' the Ritz but ye
gotta own it be classier than any jail 'ouse suite ye got down there at security, eh??
Abberline: And the company is much better. *he lights another smoke* I am starting to get worried and restless. While
you were sleeping I tried to go out, but - I am still feeling unwell. *with a
slight smile* And you are wearing me out ... We cant stay here forever. Chiana will soon be missing me. I am not
used to just sitting and waiting.
Kat *Stiffing*
Out?? No ye mustn't. It be daylight and iffen ye be seen 'ere. They'll be chummin'
for sharks with my earthly remains, savvy?? No ye just 'ave a lay down and I'll
go out and score us some eats. There be berries grow near by as well as a pomegranate
tree and there be a lass up a ways will trade out fish for consideration. *pauses*
Ye want yers cooked or sushified, she be of that persuasion but I can reason
with 'er.
Abberline *suspiciously*
Will you lock me in then? *with
distaste* Berries and raw fish? Is
that what pirates eat? I am not eating any raw fish. I hope there is at least enough rum in this bloody shack. And
you'd better fix that ripped shirt before going out.
Kat: I willna lock ye in. If it's bein' 'nother
shot of widowhood ye seek. Feel free, they might e'en let ye live after they
be blinded ye and cut out yer tongue along with a few other private treasures. You
do what e'er moves ye luv. As for that fish I told ye already, a few coins and
that lass will oblige by cookin' them fish. No worry, I got a few things stashed
away. This ought te do.
Abberline: Umm ... Maybe I'll stay inside and wait for you, after all. But
*looking at her critically* I don't really approve of you going out in a place full of pirates half naked. That kind of clothing should be for my eyes only. *sighs* I don't like this, I don't like this at all. But
I have seen worse lodgings than this. *he stares at her, unable to take his eyes
off her* How about finding an uninhabited island far from civilization and moving
there, just you and me and the kids?
Kat *Glancing down at herself* What??
E'erythin' needful be covered. 'sides they learnt long time ago, coppin'
a feel ain't worth losin' a 'and. *Startled by his words, she moves closer, tenderly
caressing his lips with her fingertips. Breathlessly replying* Don't go
teasin' me Abby. It be most cruel of ye. I know of just such a place. Plentiful fruit, good fishin' and an abundance o' fresh water and I 'ave friends what would deliver
up supplies. The kids would adore it.
*Wishfully* I would love it. *Drawing away reluctantly* But
ye ne'er would *sadly* and ye know it.
Abberline *eyes her darkly*
I don't like them staring at you. *pulls
her back* No, I mean it. I really
do. I don't want any trouble or adventures, I just want my family and I want
peace. I want a new start in life. It
sounds like a paradise to me. And perhaps I would for once see you happy and
not forever fleeing me. It was wrong of me to try to capture you in Bournemouth
House. I could leave it all behind for you, I could make it. After the baby's born.
Kat *Gazing
at him in wonderment* Ye would do that. Leave
yer life and e'eryone ye know behind *quizzically* for me. *Leaning her head
against his chest* Then it be not needful. I
couldna ne'er 'fore let down my guard. I were afeard ye didna really belong te
me and that someday ye'd set me aside. Leavin' me naught but loneliness and pain.
*Stroking his lapel* On that island
I would indeed 'ave ye all te myself but ye wouldna be 'appy for very long. I
would see ye 'appy. *Looks up into his eyes* That
island be not far away. Mayhap when the dust 'as settled we could take 'olidays
there. It could be our haven for 'ealin', peace and 'armony, eh?
Abberline: How do you know I wouldn't be happy? Away from all trouble,
and all the duties, and the dens ... Perhaps I could even forget all those haunting old memories. I am sure that I would love it. *he smiles and spreads his
arms* Search me ...
At Bournemouth House:
Candy *rushes to the door
at the ringing of the bell with Marta in tow, she opens the door and freezes when she sees it's Charlie* Any news?
Charlie: Move aside, Miss. Charlie Powers from Special Branch. Is Mrs. Abberline at home?
I have come to arrest her. Resistance
is futile.
Candy *stands and looks at him with her mouth agape, turning slowly red, yells* No, she is not at home! She hasn't done anything! Why can't you stop persecuting the Abberlines!
Charlie *coolly* Look,
little lady, she is a murder suspect. She is charged with Jeanne Missoni's willful
and tragic murder.
Candy *can't believe her ears* Go away! She was not here when it happened.
Charlie: That is
for us to decide. Move aside, I say, or I will have to arrest you for standing
in the way of an officer of Law.
Candy *her eyes turn an ominous dark color, and she grabs the nearest thing at hand
- small vase* You are Portsmith's brainless little pet, that is what you are
and there is no Special Branch! I'll report you to Brasco, I will!
Charlie:
Miss, put away that vase.
Candy *maliciousoly* With pleasure. *and she hurls it at Charlie, it hits him in
the breast and he staggers. Marta, standing behind her, gives her another vase,
and a pair of shoes, a heavy statuette, and Candy flings them all on Charlie, who retreats in disorder*
Charlie: You can't do that, Miss!
Candy *runs to the kitchen and returns with a load
of ammunition - eggs, tomatoes, tin cans, and Marta joins her, and Candy squeals with wild delight when a can hits Charlie
on the brow* Go away! I hate you!
Marta
*puts her hand on Candy's shoulder when she is about to fling yet one egg, restraining her. Charlie
has already disappeared round the corner*
Candy *stops her movement*
Aw, Marta, you are right. We are
probably in deep trouble now. *then she grins* I'll
declare war upon everyone who tries to harass the Abberlines! Do you hear me!
I have got ENOUGH! *and she smashes
the egg on the pavement, stares at it for a while, then turns quietly to Marta* Eh,
I got carried away.
Marta *smiles and claps her hands and leads her in*
Candy *flustered, both by the fight
and shame* What shall we now have for dinner?
At Mort and Mary’s:
Ichy *gets out of his car
with a big black bag, straightens his uniform, brushes some specks of dust, and knocks on the door. He looks uneasily around at the green silent cornfield, admitting to himself that he is a bit worried of
how Mort will be.* It is me, Constable Crane, none other. Is anyone there? *he hopes that there will be no answer and
that he can turn around and drive away, but he hears someone moving inside*
Mort *Walks to the door with
Mary* Constable Crane! It's so good
of you to come. Please come in. I
would like to introduce my wife, Mary Rainey
Mary *notably pale and shaky, holds
our her hand* Hello Constable Crane. I'm
so glad to meet you, I hope you can help us. I've heard so many brilliant things
about you! *she looks up at him with a pair of the most beautiful eyes he has ever seen and he is instantly
mesmerized*
Ichy: Ahem. *blushes* Yes
indeed. I hope I can be of assist to you. *then
he abruptly turn away to open his bag as if to find something while trying to control his embarrassment* So. Where is the object to be investigated?
Mort *shows Constable Crane
into the living room, points to the mirror* There it is, right over there.
Mary *implores him with her
eyes* Constable Crane, when Mort told me he was going to see you about this,
I must admit I didn't understand why. But while he was at your office this morning,
I was somehow drawn to it. I awoke once again with my hand pressed on its surface.
When I touch it, it is ice cold. So
cold in fact that it makes me shiver. *Mort puts his arm around her* It is as if someone or some thing is calling me. *involuntary
shivers* This time, I think I heard the gypsy's voice, the same gypsy who came
to me at the shore. I believed in her because she proved to me of Mort’s
innocence, but now, I fear her. *suddenly the mirror leans forward as if to fall, Constable Crane rush's to it and pushes
it upright. It is indeed heavy and he's not sure how he found the strength to
do it. All three of them take a step backwards as if to ward off whatever might
come their way.*
Ichy *frowns* Let us examine this independently. A mirror is just a mirror,
though old legends tell that a mirror is a pathway to the Otherworld, or that you can lose your soul looking in a mirror.
This is all rubbish! A mirror, my
friends, a mirror is a tangible thing done of natural materials. Therefore, it
cannot hold anything else but the parts it is made of. *he raises one finger*
And, a sudden movement of an inanimate object can be explained in many ways.
There is always a scientific reason. Maybe
this mirror was not sitting securely enough. As you see, it s quite heavy. A mirror is cold, because it is made of glass. *he
smiles, satisfied with his reasoning though the Raineys don't look as impressed as they should be. In a few strides he is at his bag, and comes back bearing a strange device and a small bottle in his hands.
It looks a little like glasses, but they are totally different from the ones
Mort wears - the other lens is disproportionately thick. He puts the glasses
on and adjusts the long lens, then he starts to look meticulously at the frame.* Hmmm.
This mirror seems to be very old. No
wonder that it is so milky ... *he takes the bottle and sprinkles greenish dust on the surface* Now, let's see if we get a chemical reaction.
Mort *trying hard not to
stare at the Constable with that contraption on his face* So Constable Crane,
what kind of reaction would you expect to see from that greenish dust?
*Inside the mirror:*
Mistress: You old hag *she spits* Look - she is afraid of you now. Look how she cowers behind them. How
will we ever gain her trust again!
Gyspy *irritated with her
charge* I swear, if I wasn't promised to your family all these years ago I would
leave you in this mirror forever! Now listen to me and listen good, you
must be patient! I will gain her trust. We
have to worry about this Constable now.
Mistress *refuses to
be consoled* So, he wants a chemical reaction does he, well let me
show him a good one ... *The mirror becomes stormy, black as night. A bolt of colbalt blue shoots out as if it had arms. Ice
forms along the top side while the mirror itself looks like a skating pond surface. It
crackles and splits as if it was a map to hell itself. Suddenly, it’s all
over*
Mort *shaking his head as
if to clear his thoughts* What the hell was that! *looking over, he sees the Constable sprawled on the floor with the contraption askew on his
face. If it wasn't so serious a situation, he would laugh. Turning his head, he sees Mary crumpled on the floor. Fear
grips him as never before, running to her he falls to his knees and cradles her to him* Mary,
my God, please be alright! *looking back to the mirror, he sees it’s back
to normal *
Ichy *rises up with dignity*
That - that was the chemical reaction. I
expected it. *but he watches the mirror from a safe distance* Magical mirrors don't exist. It is my guess that your lovely
wife, Mary, wasn't it, that she is somehow causing it. A disturbed mind can project
itself on inanimate objects. These kinds of stories have been recorded for long.
*he looks at Mary crumpled on the floor and snorts* I suggest that you talk with each other. *he eyes the mirror
with hostility, and somehow it feels to him that it is regarding him in the same way, so he backs a little farther, grabs
his bag and turns to the door.* I have to do some more investigating in a library.
Mort: Please Constable, wait! *he attends Mary as she comes around* Surely you saw with your own eyes what happened here today! Thank God my wife seems ok. *as he helps Mary to her feet and
takes her to the kitchen to sit at the table* Please, isn't there something you
can do to protect her? She has no more control over that mirror than you or I. You are known for your expertise in such matters!
I trust you!
Ichy *stops by the door open
door, holding the handle* You must destroy that mirror. *his eyes set upon a brand new shovel* Ah, that's what I need. I did tell you that there might be something with Mary that she is projecting on this
- this mirror. There is a scientific explanation to all strange phenomena, as
I said. Sometimes people don't want to accept what reason and logic suggests.
Some people want to believe in non-existent things. Like magical mirrors. I will show you now that it is just an ordinary mirror and thereby free your wife. *he swings the shovel back, but there is a movement in the mirror, and it is not himself
reflected on the suddenly milky surface. He sees a faint shadow of a woman against
a purple background, and it seems to him that there is a man behind her, with a scornful expression, and they are totally
oblivious of him. He squeals* It's
alive! *faints*
Mort *running his hands thru
his hair, then touches his fingers to his lips and looks at the Constable then to the mirror, and back to the Constable again.
Shaking his head, he thinks out loud that this day is never going to end. Mary walks slowly into the foyer glances at Mort, then sinks down to where the Constable
lies.*
Mary: The poor Constable. *stroking his hair from his forehead* How will he ever figure out what evil lies within that mirror?
Mort: I don’t know. *sounding exhausted* He looked like he was going to smash the mirror with the shovel but then shouted “it’s alive”
and boom, fell to the ground.
Mary *still stroking the
Constable’s forehead and Mort not liking it one bit* Mort, if he can take care of the Headless Horseman, surely
he can take care of this for us! You must not let on that he fainted, why I think
he would be mortified to hear it. We must tell him the mirror attacked him, which
it really did in a way.
In DeNiro’s cab:
Ava *waits at the convent
for deNiro to come and pick her up she doesn’t have the strength to walk to Chez Roux. She paces up and down waiting
for him to arrive when he finally arrives her craving for a man is so strong that it is overwhelming.*
De Niro *toots the horn and
Ava quickly gets into the cab; hopes that he falls in love with her like all the over men do.*
Where would you like me to take you? *He looks into her eyes and he falls
in love with her like all the other men have done before*
Ava: Chez Roux please darling
*smiling she can now sense that he has fallen for her; the hard bit’s done now*
De Niro: *involuntary* You
have the prettiest eyes,
Ava: *smiles* Thank you DeNiro,
De Niro: And the prettiest
smile too,
Ava: Thanks deNiro what do
you want out of life?
De Niro: To fall in love
with a beautiful woman like you *Ava looks at him and her craving is growing more stronger that it’s starting
to get uncomfortable*
Ava: why don’t we pull
over somewhere secluded? *DeNiro pulls over into a secluded area and he leans
over to Ava and kisses her passionately. Ava quickly climbs over to him and they start to have their fun. She giggles, as
this moment couldn’t have come quick enough. She starts to whisper a Spanish
song into his ear* 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, ¡Que le den, que le den, Con el culo de la
sartén! *As quick as it started it is over and Ava climbs back over to her seat
they both sort themselves out and they drive off. They sit in silence either cannot believe what they have done it’s
the naughtiest thing they have done so far. DeNiro pulls up at Chez Roux*
Ava: how much will it be?
DeNiro: for you it’s
a free one.
Ava: Thanks DeNiro *steps out of the car and DeNiro drives off he can still smell the angel on him*
At Rartigillichal:
Manouche and
Willy *emerge from the taxi that pulls up in front of the main house. They took
a cab back so Blake could use the car to go check up on the children. Manouche pays the driver, he pulls away, heads
back toward town. Willy turns to go inside; she catches his sleeve* Ahh, Willy … d’ ye mind if we don’t go in jus’ yet?
I’d like t’ talk to ye about somethin’, mate, now while there ain’t a crowd ‘round us,
savvy?
Willy: Yea sure, Manouche. What's up? *his
face shows immediate concern. She doesn't usually ask to talk like this*
Manouche *leads him over
to a bench under a tree, they sit down. She hesitates, takes a deep breath* Willy, I know ye ain’t keen
on th’ more, ahh, supernatural side o’ yer sister’s life *adds quickly* though I would hasten t’ remind
ye that it’s come in right handy at times! Oh aye, yer very children would’ve been in a bad way if not fer
me abilities once or twice, ye ‘ave to agree. *she waits for him to say something; when he remains silent, she
continues* Right … well … somethin’ extremely strange has taken place, through no fault o’ me
own, savvy? Let it be known I did nothin’ to bring this on. But … truth be told, I’m …
I’m in a family way, as it were … ‘cept I’m a surrogate. Th’ child ain’t mine nor
Mr. Blake’s. Its parents are … Inspector Abberline an’ Kat’s sister, Metrea. Mr. Blake
knows about it, th' Inspector knows about it, th’ kids know about it … an’ everyone’s showin’
me nothin’ but support, one an’ all. *she takes his hand in both of hers* I really need support through
this, brother … there’ll no doubt be dreadful gossip. I don’t give a toss about what’s bandied
about. But I do care about me loved ones. *she brings his hand up, kisses it, looks at him anxiously* Please
try an’ understand, say ye’ll stand by us, luv.
Willy *his mouth had dropped
open. When she finished talking, he looked at the ground, unable to think of
words. He looked up as a flock of birds flew by.*
Have I ever told you how much I hate the supernatural things in life? That
even though I make candy no one has ever dreamed of, I know how it's done? That
even though my wife and I can communicate anywhere at anytime by a simple thought, it still bothers me? *he looked right
at her* That even though that one night I found you in that old abandoned home
looking like death and you told me you'd be okay, I was furious because I couldn't understand? Manouche I spend long
nights trying to just figure you out. My library went from ingredients to potions
and magic. *He looked down again* But I can't figure you out. I can't predict what you'll do next. So why should I think you're lying to me about it? I can't explain it, and I hate that I can't. I hate that I don't get why Abberline's the father,
but he had nothing to do with it. *he looked up once more* I'm not going to get mad at you and call you a god-forsaken liar. I'm not going to lecture you on
this whole magic bit. It's wasting my breath. So all I'll tell you is, I believe you. And I'll be here when you need me. But when I finally sleep my last sleep, and the Lord tells me
to ask him the most important question in my life, know that I will ask him why it had to be you. I'll ask him why he
put you through all this. Why He couldn't just let you live a normal life. And
why he made me destined to be your big brother. Because there are some questions that even you can't answer, Manouche,
and you know that. *he lets go of her hands and watches the sky again* I'll
be here. I'll do the whole big brother thing. But I'll never stop trying
to find out.
Manouche *had
braced herself for any reaction from him. When he finally speaks his mind, she
lets out her breath, sighs with relief. She smiles at him through tears* Bless ye, brother. I know none o’
this is easy fer ye. I been accustomed to strange goin’s-on most o’
me life, an’ Mr. Blake’s faced his share as well. So I reckon he
an' I roll with th’ punches a bit easier, as it were. But that don’t
mean it’s always easy fer us, either. Still, what’s t’ be done
about it? Ye could lecture me all ye want, luv, but it wouldn’t make any
difference. It ain’t like I ask fer some o’ these things to ‘appen
t’ me. May as well ask me t’ change th’ color o’ me eyes. I get frustrated with it all from time t’ time, too, but … I’ve
made me peace with it. It’s part o’ me lot in life, an’ though
it’s hard sometimes, there are far worse things. I ‘ave me health,
I ain’t wantin’ fer anythin’. *she pauses, shrugs* Y’know, me life ain’t been so bad. More often
than not, it’s been quite grand. I’ve ‘ad a lot o’ wond’rous
times, I’ve ‘ad amazin’ adventures that’ll make fer some fine bedtime stories fer me godson. *smiles warmly at him* If I must ‘ave
some bad with th’ good, so be it. Nobody’s life is all jam from start
t’ finish, is it? I’ve seen fantastic places an’ experienced
glorious things that many people only dream about. *she takes his hand again,
squeezes it* An’ I ‘ave fine friends who know I’d do anythin’
fer ‘em if need be. I’ve seen life begin, right before me eyes. I’ve helped bring many lovely children into th’ world, includin’
me own godson … an’ soon, god willin’, I’ll be givin’ life to another child much like Raven
or Chiana. *she beams for a moment as she thinks of the baby, then continues* Most of our friends in Deppville ‘ave crosses t’ bear. I’ve had me troubles, but I still believe th’ good outweighs th’ bad in me life. *pauses, looks up at the sky, adds softly* However
… if ye do ‘appen to find an answer t’ yer question o’ why all this seems to ‘appen t’
me … let me know, savvy? I can’t deny that I do seem t’ be
an epicenter fer th’ supernatural at times. *she stands up, smiles at him,
motions toward the house* C’mon, ye look like ye could use a Kir Royale. I’ll be ‘avin’ a Kir Lily Rose, meself.
Willy *nods with a smile* Go ahead, I'll be right in. Need a few
to myself. *he watches her go inside, then continues to watch the sky as the
sun begins to set. A million thoughts race through his head at once, but only one really catches his attention.
No one, not even Madame, really knew how badly he wanted to leave sometimes. How he wanted to get away from all this
creepy magic stuff and go live in the real world. He cocks his head slightly.
But then again, in every place something unexplainable happens. He would never be able to escape magic.
For god sakes, his new daughter was a miracle. He remembered how she would've been gone, but Cole brought her back.
What ten year old can hold that power to literally put life back into an infant? How
was it possible? Another thought took its place. What
would this child be like? What powers could it take on, if any at all?
He closes his eyes and remembers the birth of his own children, the Deppville triplets. He remembers the day Chase stood
on her own and Madame was right there next to her. Madame ... only another unexplainable mystery of why she was still
his wife. All the stuff he had ever done that left her crying all night and she barely had a passing thought of leaving
him forever. He remembers her smile on their wedding day. Her gown, her hair, even her scent filled his nose. His body tensed when everything went dark in his
eyes and he saw his fear again. Madame's corpse, the girl holding her head. Willy
forces his eyes open and placed his hand to his forehead. Why was it still there? He
wipes away a tear. He had to talk to Portsmith soon. She was the one who led him to that door in his dream. He stands
up, sticks one hand in his pocket. He walks down to the house and with his free
hand spins his cane in circles. He finally comes to a simple conclusion: Mysteries
suck.*
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