Part One

*In the early hours just before sunup, as much of Deppville still slept, Kidd searches for her door key unsuccessfully..groans, hits door in frustration only to have it swing slightly open. Relieved, she enters the dark foyer only to stumble over something in the darkness. Grunting she rises finds the light switch and turns it on. Looking back she sees what it was she fell over and gasps, a man who by his clothing is a pirate lying in a pool of blood.

She draws pistol and fearfully scans around the area as well as checking adjacent rooms. Finding no one she returns to the foyer reluctantly she checks the man lying on the floor. As she had feared from the amount of blood on the floor he is dead. Breathing hard she turns the body over and stares in horror as she recognizes him*

"Oh my god! Jeez! No, it's not possible, it can't be!"

*realizing the implications she backs away*

Even dead ye bring naught but trouble. What am I going to do?"

*taking a deep breath, considering the best course* No one in Deppville knows about him or his connection to me. I'm going to have to convince Portsmith that he and some unknown partner broke in, had an altercation and he was killed by his cohort before he fled. Who knows maybe that's what happened. *Looks again at the body, doubting there's that much coincidence in the world. Suddenly a shocking thought occurs to her, what if Kat did it?*

I've gotta be thinkin' this through 'fore I do anythin'.......

*After much contemplation, Kidd once more approaches the body and begins to search the man’s pockets. Finding odd buttons and an assortment of coins, she separates them, pocketing the coins, muttering* "Waste not, want not" *returning the buttons to his pocket she discovers something else, pulls it out and looks at it. A locket that she remembers well, opening it to find as she expected empty only engraved words inside. Heart & soul on one side and Kat & Nate on the other. Closes the locket gripping it tightly in her fist.*

"A damn fool as always it seems." *she says aloud*

*Hearing a noise she looks up startled, hiding the locket behind her back.*

"Manouche!"

*Realizes there's yet another in the room*

Ichy!!

Blast, how long 'ave you two been here?...Nevermind, not important. Ichy, fetch Portsmith, it seems we've had thieves in the night. Jeez! Ichy, don't go faintin' he be merely dead not a ghost. Now off with you. I mean now! *Watches Ichy hesitantly leave the house* Now, Manouche what are you doing here? Why are you not with Blake?

Manouche: I'm like a bad coin, luv. I can sense trouble a mile off, an' whether y'like it or not, I'm yer hired boatswain an' I'm committed to assist ye when I can. Blake's sleepin' peacefully back at me ship. Now, are ye goin' to accept my assist, or aren't ye? Tell me what I can do.

Kidd: Bad coin, aye. No trouble 'ere, just a man who made a bad choice in 'is partner in crime, I'm thinkin'. Portsmith will sort it out I'm sure.

Manouche: If it's all the same t'you, Kidd, I'm stickin' till Portsmith arrives. Poor Ichy, he were shakin' so hard, he may 'ave ducked back home an' dived under the covers, fer all we know! Once Portsmith arrives an' I'm satisfied the pair o'ye have it under control, I'll be gettin' back to Blake. *looks down at body, goes pale* B-blimey, how d'ye know this man, an' why's he here?

Kidd *glaring at Manouche* What makes ye think I know 'im. I've ne'er seen 'em before. *watching Manouche's reaction nervously* Obviously, a thief, 'e broke into me 'ouse didn't 'e?

Manouche: *eyes Kidd carefully* A thief. Broke in an' is now lyin' dead in yer foyer. *shakes head* Can't buy it, mate. There's no weapons drawn, far as I can see. What's more, I've seen ye defendin' yer turf in past skirmishes, an' y'just don't have that look about ye at the moment. *looks closer* Noo, yer not defendin'. Yer ... well, if I didn't know better, I'd say yer SCARED.

Kidd: I didn't kill 'em, 'e were dead when I found 'im and I be not scared of anything!!!

Manouche: Easy, Kidd, never said y'killed 'im. Never really thought y'did. But he's dead, an' there are no weapons drawn, an' yer lookin' .... *eyes widen at Kidd's glare* .... well, let's say yer lookin' CONCERNED, alright? It'd be unnatural if y'wasn't. Ye've come home to a dead body. If he's a thief, an' you didn't kill 'im, then he must not've been on his onesies. To what purpose would a man -- or woman -- kill another man, thief or no, an' leave him fer ye to find on yer doorstep? *looks around* Is anything missin'? It just don't none of it add up.

Kidd: *looks down at body* Per'aps we should check 'is pockets, find a clue as to his identity. Savvy?

Manouche *a thought occurring to her, looks at Kidd* What's that yer hidin' behind yer back, mate?

Kidd: His pockets? *gripping the pilfered locket tighter* Aye, 'es pockets, ye do that mate, I'll check around the 'ouse and see if anythin' be missin' . *walking toward door of the den*

Manouche: 'Ang on, Kidd! Y'didn't answer me question. What're y'hidin' behind ye??

Kidd: What? Nothin' I be 'idin' nothin' best check 'es pockets as ye said. *anxiously backing towards the den door, looking for one chance to ditch the blasted thing.*

Manouche *nervous, but determined, reaches out and grabs Kidd's arm, pulls forward, sees the chain but not the locket, concealed in Kidd's clenched fist.* What, jewelry? *looks up at Kidd, raises eyebrows. *C'mon, mate, let's 'ave it. Y'know y' can trust me.

Kidd: What the bloody 'ell? What a'e ye doin'? *sees opportunity slipping away* It be damnin' evidence! Now will ye no let me be gettin' rid of it a ‘fore Portsmith turns up!!!

Manouche *keeps strong grip on Kidd's arm* Damnin' evidence? *grins* Thought this were jus' a thief. Keep yer hair on, I won't be givin' anythin' away to Portsmith. But jus' where y'think yer gonna hide it? Y'know Portsmith, very thorough. Can't imagine her stoppin' from tearin' this place apart. *pauses* Y'could give it to me. Portsmith an' I, we've never 'ad a run-in to date. I prob'ly wouldn't be suspect. Barrin' that, luv, I'd like t'know where th' bloody 'ell y' think you'll be hidin' it where she won't find it. *tightens grip* An' once past this crisis, I still intend on hearin' the story behind it. Savvy?

Kidd: The way ye been keepin' my secrets of late and the run of bad luck that I'm 'avin', mayhap I should just be puttin' the noose round me own neck. But I've little choice, ye be right there be no place Portsmith won't look. *opens hand revealing locket.* Take it then!

Manouche: *takes locket, examines it, opens it. Eyes wide, murmurs* By th' powers ... Kat an' Nate. Bloody 'ell, Kidd, what's this mean, then? An' this design on the outside. Somethin' familiar about it ... *remembers the urgency, quickly hides it in a deep pocket in her coat.* Who's Nate? Y'don't suppose Kat's had her hand in this? An' what would it have t'do with you? *eyes Kidd keenly* Was you somethin' t' this bloke once upon a time?

Kidd: Nate nor Kat 'as nothin' te do with this! At least I hope they don't. It's not the names that be the damnin' part it's the other words and that design. *removes coat, rolls up sleeve revealin' a tattoo of a heart shaped wreath of roses surrounding the words Heart & Soul* You do be seein' me problem if that be connected to 'em. Savvy?

Manouche *mouth drops open* S-savvy, mate. W-what should we do? Were there anythin' else on his person? D'ye know 'im? I mean, I know y'said y'didn't, but I assumed ye was lyin'. *smiles slightly, smile fades under Kidd's stare. Looks at body, then back at Kidd* D'ye think we should dispose of 'im? We been waitin' a long time fer Portsmith. It's yer call, Cap'n. *shakes head* Blimey, I seen that design somewhere else ... wish I could remember ... but I 'ave a bad feelin' about it.

Kidd: Of course I knew 'em, a lifetime ago. Roberto Pittarri, 'es name is, not that it matters. *sighs* Gettin' rid of the body isn't an option, Ichy saw 'em remember. As far as I know the locket were the only thing. Maybe we should 'ave another look te be certain.

Manouche *shrugs* Well, Ichy ... No worries, there, Kidd, y'ave him well under control! However, this be a different situation, that's a fact. Roberto Pittarri ... all quite mysterious, to be sure. *pushes up sleeves* Right, well, let's 'ave at it. *crouches over body, checks pockets, comes up empty. Checks tiny pocket on vest, finds something, removes it. Rises slowly, staring at it.* Um, Kidd ... does this ring a bell w' ye? *holds out small, square gold piece with image of coiled snake engraved on it*

Kidd: *backing away* Aye it be a symbol much used in witchcraft though it appears te 'ave done 'em no good if that be it's purpose. T'is usually a charm used fer protection.

Manouche *cries out* WITCHCRAFT! *nearly drops charm, then catches it up again* S'pose I best put it back on 'im. *Looks at it again* Although, it looks t' be pure gold. Don't reckon it'll do him any good spiritually or monetarily at this point, will it? *pockets charm* That's all I found on 'im. Kidd, per'aps y'shouldn't stay 'ere tonight. I hate t'say it, but I think Ichy never completed the errand y'sent him on. Portsmith would've been 'ere by now. Not a very pleasant notion, t' be sure, spendin' the night w'the likes o' him. *motions toward body. pauses, not sure whether to suggest it* .... D'ye think we should find Kat, mate? I 'ave a feelin' she may be able t' shed some light on this, as it were. Who were this Pittarri when y'knew him?

Kidd: No, involvin' Kat is not a good idea considering it's 'em. As far as I'm concerned he were never anything but a murderin' thief. He got what 'e deserved I'm thinkin'. If Portsmith doesn't show up soon, I'll be for spendin' the night on the Apparition. There's still the concern that whoever killed 'em may still be about and e'en more worrisome is the why of his body being in my 'ouse.

Manouche *nods* Right. I'll wait a bit longer wit' ye. Bloody 'ell, the thought o' the killer bein' nearby's most unsavory, t' say the least. Y'really 'ave no idea why he's here? I--- *voice trails off as she notices something. Crouches over body again, pushes hair off back of neck.* Oh, saints preserve us .... Kidd, mate, we're in trouble. I seen this once before, it were the work of a killer I heard tell of in the Fiji Islands years ago. He always left a mark like this'un on all his victims. *shows Kidd a mark on man's neck, shaped roughly like an ace of spades, made up of tiny puncture wounds, the entire mark no more than 1/4 inch square.* If this is th' same man, no one 'ere is safe, an' we got a fight on our hands. He were basically a missionary run amok, as it were. Considers 'imself avengin' angel material, savvy? Very pious, an' his eternal mission is t' put an end to all purpotrators o' what he sees as, ah, shall we say, crimes of a hedonistic nature. This could explain this "heart an' soul" design comin' to haunt ye, with that tattoo o' yers. He never were stopped, y'see. He killed for awhile an' then moved on, seemingly. Unsolved, never caught ... like Jack th' Ripper. Now it goes without sayin', you an' I are pirates t' be reckoned with an' don't back down easy. But truth be told, mate, I'm not even sure what we're dealin' with 'ere. *starts to tremble* Kidd, everyone in Deppville be hedonistic! Wilmot'll be first on his list, no doubt. An' ... an' I jus' congregated with me Mr. Blake!!

Kidd: JEEZ!!! I've 'eard tales of that one! He'll wiping us out like the plague! Best get to ye Mr. Blake and keep 'em aboard the Apparition. I'll round up Ichy, hope 'es all right and try te find Wilmot. As ye go give the warnin'. Any and all are welcome te the protection of the ship.

Manouche: Consider it done. Mr. Blake's on the Libertine Trailer at this time, it's where we 'ad our rendezvous last night *sigh*. I'll go fetch him immediately -- I think the Apparition'll offer more safety against such a strange force as this'un. I reckon everyone who's batten'd down fer the night'll be sound, certainly the Wonkas are best off stayin' in their Factory ... oh, wait, they're married, no worries. Right, I'll see if we 'ave any night owls what stopped off at Chez Roux, an' meet ye at the Apparition straightaway. Be innerestin' t' see if any of 'em refuse the protection o' pirates under the circs. Funny ol' world, innit? Blimey, Kidd, take care, mate, keep yer weapons an' yer wits about ye. He could be anywhere. *dashes out door*

Portsmith: So what's up? Got a most unpleasant waking up, with Ichabod running like a madman and babbling something incoherent, out of breath, dragging me up from the couch.. I suspect he enjoyed that. I had to revive him and then I gave him a short lecture upon the duties of a Constable and as he turned almost insolent I had to remind him how to address his superiors. He should not have left the crime scene at all in the first place wihtout first getting backup. While I brushed my uniform and polished the brass buttons I had to listen for a tirade from Fred who had some extraordinary vision of a body with some strange marks... Too much absinthe I suppose.

So there is a body? Kidd, what have you been up to? This doesn't look like an ordinary pirate brawl to me. Who is that man? Manouche, why are you looking guilty? Have you moved the body? Tampered with the evidence? Well, we'll soon know more once Constable Crane gets back with his equipment.

Manouche *stopped at door by Portsmith* Oh, 'evenin', luv. *smiles weakly* Yer lookin' well this evenin', an' ain't it a beautiful night ... ahh. No, we done nothin' of the kind. Jus' been waitin' fer ye, as it were. Kidd don't know who he is ... I think she said she reckoned he were a burglar, eh Kidd?

Kidd: Aye we were nothing more than almost innocent bystanders.. ... I've ne'er seen the rogue in me life. By the way, I'll not allow Ichy te be endangered, I'll be protectin' 'em!! If the need arises.

Portsmith: Just a burglar, eh? How come he's dead? And he looks more like a pirate than a burglar to me.

Manouche *leans over, looks carefully at body as if seeing for first time, then looks back at Portsmith* Per'aps he were moonlightin', in a manner o' speakin'. *smiles*

Kidd: Burglar, pirate what be the difference what 'e was. There be a madman in Deppville trying te be killin' innocent citizens. I've told ye all I know. Now I'm off te me ship to offer the protection of any that will accept it. The rest is up te ye.

Manouche *follows Kidd* Aye, that goes fer me, too. Did'ye hear the news, Commander? I'm in love. *smiles dreamily* I'm off to fetch me Mr. Blake. The Apparition's the safest place fer the likes of us t'pass this night. We can all discuss this calmly in the mornin', at which time, bein' gentlewomen of sage an' sober mind ... well, sage ... I've no doubt we all can reach an accord. Ta. *touches brim of hat in a loose salute, saunters casually past Portsmith*

Portsmith: Just one small question before you go. Protection from what? A dead burglar? And don't you try to distract me with that love-talk, Manouche. What is it that you are trying to hide from me?

Manouche *starts at Portsmith's hand on her shoulder, stopping her; sighs* Right. Y'see, Commander, Kidd an' I, we 'ave a guess, based on ... well, a bit of a hunch, y'might say. If we're right, then we'd best get Fred in on this'un, 'cause th' fiend in question is slippery as Jack the Ripper, though his sprees nowhere near so gruesome, thank th' stars fer small favors. He's a bloke hails from th' Fiji Islands, hell-bent on savin' souls, even if it means killin' the body, as it were. Heathens'd be wise t'stay out o' his berth. Which leaves me surmisin' that the Wonkas may be the only safe citizens in Deppville ... livin', as they are, under th' holy state o' matrimony an' therefore free o' carnal sin. Savvy? Y'know the sayin', Commander ... There exists more between heaven an' earth than is dreamt of in a single philosophy. *smiles* Blimey, I believe a bit o' me Mr. Blake is rubbin' off on me. That were right poetic, weren't it? He's a poet, y'know. Did I tell ye? *smile fades under Portsmith's glare* An' now, if ye'll excuse me, Commander ... I'd like t'fetch me man an' get to a safe spot fer the night. *motions to body on floor* No worries, he ain't goin' nowhere.

Portsmith: Right. *mutters to herself, lets Manouche leave*. Better examine the body before this dead man walks away. Never know with these pirates, a secretive lot, it is not a case of simple burglary as Kidd tried to insist... I don't buy that soul-saving at all. There must be a reason why someone from Fiji suddenly appears dead in Kidd's house. Where be Kat? And Manouche, as usually, is hiding something. She seemed to be very nervous. Bet she can't leave a pocket unsearched if there is anything to find. What utter nonsense about philosophy and poetry... Though there is some good verse, can't deny... 'Kill not the Moth nor Butterfly, For the Last Judgement draweth nigh.' Or 'A truth that's told with bad intent Beats all the Lies you can invent'. I really need to consult Fred on this one. He said something about a mark ...

Later, aboard The Apparition ...

Manouche: What a relief, we made it. Didn't know if Portsmith were gonna let me go or not. Y'can bet she won't be put off fer long. *looks around room* Nice room. Apparition's a fine ship, Kidd knowshow t'choose 'em, I'll give 'er that. *Looks over, Blake is already seated at a small table, scribbling* Writin' again, eh? A bit late fer that, innit?

Blake: It's for Colonel an' Hanson, help their romance along a little. *Manouche looks over shoulder, reads:*

Love and harmony combine,
And around our souls intwine
While thy branches mix with mine
And our roots together join

Manouche: That's lovely, that is. *Starts pacing.*

Blake *rises, comes over to her.* We got nothin' to worry about. *Reaches into pocket, pulls out a gold charm with a coiled snake, exactly like the one Manouche took off the body.*

Manouche *stares at it, holds out her charm.* Y-you 'ave one o' these, too? Blimey, is there no end t' the trinkets flyin' around these parts??

Blake *takes her hand, presses it to his, the two charms together.* They'll keep us safe. "Some are born to sweet delight ... "

Manouche *finishes* ... "Some are born to endless night." *Smiles* An' speakin' o' endless night, Mr. William Blake ... might I suggest y'put the bloody pen down, an' we start collaboratin' on some poetry of our own?

*Blake returns her smile, puts out the light, and kisses her.*

Meanwhile, far below ...

*Kat quickly gathers as much food from the galley of the ship as she can, fearful that someone will come in and catch her. Taking the food she exits the galley trying to remain unobserved.*

Later, aboard The Apparition …

Manouche: It’s so quiet, like we’re the only ones on board. Wonder if I should go look for Kidd, see what we should do? *Looks out porthole* Blimey, thicker’n pea soup outside. Can’t see a thing fer the fog. This evening, we’re hidin' aboard me own ship, an’ I’m answerin’ the door to nobody.

Blake: Oh, that’s good. Nobody keeps an eye on me.

Manouche: That’s not true, darlin’. I keep an eye on you.

Blake: I know. You an’ Nobody.

Manouche: Besides me, you got nobody? That can’t be true …

Blake: Oh sure, Nobody got me outta trouble.

Manouche: Well, we all ‘ave to depend on ourselves when all’s said an’ done, don’t we?

Blake: *confused* I … I guess. But I didn’t, ‘cause I had Nobody.

Manouche: W-what’re you talking about?

Blake: Nobody. *Shows photo*

Manouche: Ooohhh, NOBODY! I savvy. Aye, Nobody’s always welcome, dear. *Smiles at him* Y’know … I s’pose we could stay ‘ere a bit longer … Kidd knows where I am if she needs me. We could, um……..*raises eyebrows suggestively*

Blake: *grins* Again?! There’s a killer on the loose, Kidd’s actin’ squirrelly, Portsmith is suspicious, you spent all yesterday dealin’ with a dead body, an’ y’wanna …… where the hell do you get the energy??

Manouche *shrugs* Pirate.

STILL LATER aboard The Apparition ...

Manouche *Very dreamy silly smile on her face, tiptoes quietly down to the galley of the ship, hoping to put together a little snack for herself and Blake. Is amazed to find the galley significantly cleaned out.* B-bloody 'ell ... this ain't like Kidd. Never seen 'er galley empty. I best find 'er, somethin' don't feel right. *turns and starts to search ship for Kidd. Calls out her name softly as she searches ... the thick fog and silence lending an eerie feel to the day*

*Kat sits far below the deck, inside a brig. Back to the wall eating the food from the galley. Startled at the sound of a voice, she drops the food, snatching up the shovel that is at her side. Fearfully she grips the shovel tighter, breathing hard and remaining silent. Hoping and praying the voice will go away. As she waits, terrifying images fill her mind*

Manouche: Kidd ... Kidd, where are ye? Been all over from stem t'stern, where the 'ell is everyone? No Kidd, no Wilmot, no Ichy. Jus' me ... an' Mr. Blake, sleepin' like a baby. *smiles, then feels wave of fear as she approaches stairwell that leads to far below deck, the last place she hasn't searched. Shakes the fear off resolutely* A pirate, afraid of a bloody ship, such bollocks. *throws shoulders back, starts down below, toward the brig, still softly calling Kidd's name*

Kat *Hearing the voice drawing closer, backs into corner of cell, hoping the darkness will conceal her presence. She shivers and whispers.* Go back. Go back. Please go back.

Manouche slowly draws nearer to the brig, the silence deafening ... premonition of fear, just enough that she draws her sword ... *whispers* Kidd? *Steps around corner, swears loudly, leaps out of the way as Kat rushes out of the cell. She brings the shovel down hard, Manouche dodges it --- it knocks the sword from her hand, slams into the floor.*

*Manouche yells, jumps out of the way as Kat tries again.* KAT!! Kat, it's me, what're y'doin', mate?? *She runs around Kat, leaps onto the grid of the inside of the brig door, swings it shut. It locks -- Manouche is safe from Kat for the moment, but locked in the brig. Looks around* That may not 'ave been the best plan of action. *glances longingly at sword on floor, raises eyes to look at Kat ... then remembers locket hidden away back on her own ship, the Libertine Trailer; starts to tremble*

*Wild eyed and breathing hard, Kat stares inside the cell for several long minutes before her mind clears enough to recognize her mistake.* Manouche? I'm sorry. *tearfully* I'm so sorry but you shouldn't of come down here. Now I've got to find another place to hide. Don't worry someone will come looking for you and get you out. *Turns to leave.*

Manouche *stretches hand through cell door* Kat, wait! Hide from what?? Don't go! Let me out, I can help ye, mate. Kat! Please, explain what th' hell's goin' on. *waits for response, breathing heavily; nothing but silence, as before. Throws entire body weight into rattling the door, all in vain; it's locked tight. Runs hand over eyes, then figures there's no reason to keep voice down now.* KIIDDDD!!!!!! BLAKE, m'love!!!!!!

*Making it to the deck Kat hears Manouche yelling, thinking fast, she scales the mast to the crows nest and ducks down, thinking maybe this is for the best, when everything calms down, I'll slip back down to the brig. There's no reason anyone would be looking there again, settles down to wait. *

Manouche *stops yelling, catches breath fearfully as she hears footsteps approaching. Immense wave of relief as she hears Blake's voice. Calls out to him* I'm in 'ere, luv!

Blake *enters room, stares* What th-- what happened, I was worried when y'didn't come back ...

Manouche: Kat's 'ere somewhere, she attacked me, but I don't think she knew what she was doin'. Get th' key, luv, it's hangin' behind that door. I, ah, remember it from when Kidd had Wilmot locked down 'ere awhile back. *Blake gets key, opens door, and they embrace* I don't know what t'make of any o' this, but we appear t'be the only ones on this ship other'n Kat. An' as long as it's Kat an' her blasted shovel, that's lousy odds, to my way o' thinkin'. Let's get off this ship, go to mine, leave 'er to it. I won't 'ave you in harm's way.

Blake: Y'stole my line. *kisses her*

Manouche *smiles* Ahh, that's no way t' motivate me t'leave, Mr. Blake! *sighs, takes his hand* C'mon, let's go.

Blake: What about your friends, the Wonkas? Would you be safer there?

Manouche *shakes head firmly* Madame's expectin', an' me recent escapades 'ave put her through enough. I won't be doin' that to her again, I'd sooner die. We'll go t'me ship, lay low fer awhile. Later tonight, we can come out again, look fer Kidd. I want t'talk to Kat, but she appears t'be a bit unstable fer the time. *They start up the stairs* Y'didn't see Kat yerself, then? Y'sure y' weren't followed?

Blake: Nobody followed me.

Manouche: Now don't start THAT again!

*They stop off at their room, collect their belongings and leave the ship, unaware of Kat in the crow's nest, watching them go ... *

Very late the following night, aboard The Libertine Trailer ...

*Manouche has lit a small lamp as she dresses, occasionally looking over at Blake, who's sound asleep. She closes up the small bag she's packed, reads note once more:*

My dearest William Blake,

I've struck upon an idea, no time to explain, I must act fast. If it works as I hope, I'll be back before I'm even missed. If not, it's up to Kidd, but Kidd'll know what to do when the time comes. I assure you I'm quite safe, and this is one time I know what I'm doing. But I don't know how long it'll take. I'm sorry I can't tell you more. Please be patient, I'll send communication when I can, please take care of Wilko (and that crazy dog if he comes back, haven't seen him in over a week). If I'm gone too long and you can no longer stay, contact the Wonkas, I know Madame wouldn't mind taking over caring for Wilko till I return. (If it comes to that, give her my deepest love, tell her no worries, assure her this isn't like them other times.) I wear your love like heaven, xoxoxo

*She moves to the bedside, leans over, kisses Blake.* This is pirate work, this is, luv, y'wouldn't like it. *Arms herself with sword and one pistol, leaving the other one put away in a drawer. Looks at Blake one more time, slips quietly out door, leaves ship, walks through Deppville. She reaches From Hell Court, slows pace somewhat, looking for a face she knows in the strange, otherworldly crowd that is the district's nightlife. She stops in her tracks as she spots him, leaning against a wall, smoking a cigarette. Tall, slender, enveloped almost completely from head to toe in a hat and a long, black overcoat, very little of his face showing. She approaches him.* Eh, Malachi, y'ain't changed a hair since Fiji, mate.

Malachi: Thought they hanged you.

Manouche: Funny, that. I always seem t'have on hand what's needed t' grease the machine in me favor. Jus' a talent, I reckon. I've always tried not to take it for granted. *Sets bag down, leans against the wall next to him.* Yer manners are slippin'. In the old days, by now y'would've offered me a ciggie.

Malachi *reaches into pocket, pulls out cigarette and passes it to her in a black-leather-gloved hand.* What're you doing here?

Manouche *lights cigarette, blows puff of smoke.* I think we both know. It's an old game between us, innit? Lil' give an' take? I give you somethin' y'need, you do somethin' fer me.

Malachi *reaches into coat* I should---

Manouche *irritated* Spare us the dramatics, you'll do nothin' an' we both know why. *Shakes head* Dunno why I bother, 'cept I'm bloody tired o' the whole thing. *pauses* I have it, alright? I have it.

Malachi: Have what?

Manouche: That which ye seek, y'twit. Now let's go, an' let's not have a scene. Y'might be surprised who's watchin' these parts. C'mon, 'cause y'ain't gettin' sod-all till we leave Deppville. An' I'll expect a favor in return. Savvy?

Malachi: You're lying, you don't have it.

Manouche *turns to face him, trembling slightly.* Why would I lie? Think this is where I wanna be here an' now? Think I ever wanted t'see you again? By th' stars, yer uncommonly stupid. God, I were so hopin' fer a normal life at last ...

Malachi: Where is it?

Manouche *smiles wryly* Maybe I swallowed it.

*Malachi swiftly swings hand out and slaps her, hard. She scowls, stretches up to stick the burning end of her cigarette onto his face. It smoulders, but leaves no mark. He doesn't try to stop her, doesn't flinch or utter a sound. Manouche laughs.* I s'pose I'd be disappointed t'find things had changed between us. Right, let's get on with it. Show me what yer drivin' these days. *Glances back in direction of ship* Before I change me mind.

*He hesitates for a second, then pushes off the wall and walks away. Manouche quickly grabs her bag and follows him to an upscale car parked nearby. She nods approvingly* Nice, very nice. Movin' up in th' world, I see. *She gets in on passenger side, Malachi gets in behind the wheel, and they drive off, taking the road leading out of Deppville.*

Some time later, the Wonkas arrive at Chez Roux ...

Willy: *walks in to Chez Roux after another day at the doctors* Actually.... I fear Jenna is right. *holds open door for Madame*

Madame: *walks in looking a bit pale, lost voice, small smile, waves hi*

Willy: She lost her voice this morning, so I moved the appointment to as early as possible. We ran over and the doctor said she has the flu...she gave her the medication for it, but instead of going to bed like the doctor TOLD her to, she insisted on coming to Chez Roux.

Madame: *glares, clears throat, speaks in a really light scratchy voice* Seeing everyone makes me happy.

Willy: I know, but its not good for you.

Madame: I don't care. *clears throat, sits down at a table* Manouche can I have some of that tea? *takes out hanky, blows nose, tries to clear throat again*

Willy: Just at least do me ONE favor

Madame: What?

Willy: Stop talking...like she ASKED you

Madame: *goes to say something, stops, frowns, clears throat, looks at Manouche again, smiles still asking*

Manouche: Tea comin' up, luv. An' per'aps a pad an' pen, so you can write instead o' talkin'? *smiles, runs to get tea*

Kidd: SANDS? You be worrin' 'bout Sands!!! What bout the dead body in me 'ouse???

Portsmith: It was just a burglar, Kidd, wasn't it? It was nothing out of the ordinary. So no need to get hysterical.

Kidd: HYSTERICAL!!!! HE BE DEAD AND SOMEONE WERE DOIN' THE KILLIN !!!! SMELLING UP ME 'OLE 'OUSE BY NOW. Not te mention the blood and guts stainin' me carpet! What if who e'er killed 'em comes back, eh?

Manouche *while making tea for Madame* Blimey, Kidd, we can 'ear ye all over Deppville! Though I must admit, it's unusual fer Portsmith t' be so casual about such happenin's, innit?

Kidd: WELL! BLOODY 'ELL! Iffen there were a dead body in the Mayors 'ouse, Portsmith would be all o'er 'im. hmmm..... Maybe a bad choice of words that.

Manouche: Aye, I don't reckon the Commander goes in fer that sorta thing, luv. *takes drink of rum* What're ye thinkin' fer removin' the blood from them carpets, mate, Bon Ami?

Kidd: I'm thinkin' she'd be all over the Mayors body not the dead un. As te the blood, I be more concerned with the removal of the corpse at the moment! Savvy?

Grace O’Malley: Manouche and the Wonkas! *bows and makes gesture with her hat.* So good te see ye! *takes a seat by the table* I was hoping Marijke were 'ere so we could be proper'y introduced. And also I 'ave what I owe her for the rum earlier *pats the pocket on her coat*. No sense to be making enimies fer no reason, eh? *Looks at Madame* You poor las! You seem to 'ave a bit o' a cold there, luv....have a rum on me, it'll clear ye right up!

Willy: Have you lost your nut?! She can’t drink! She's pregnant for god sakes!

Madame: *laughs silently*

O’Malley: Apologies Mister Wonka, didn't know the little misses is expecting. But what happy news! *she smiles* Drinks all around! *smile fades* But! Just the one! And tea for Madame of course *nods at Madame*

Manouche: Willy’s right, are y’daft? *to Willy* Keep a close eye on our Madame, mate, make sure no well-meanin’ soul slips ‘er a toddy. I, ah, may or may not be called away with little notice to assist Kidd. Must be prepared, as it were.

Willy: *leans in, shows concern* I'll speak to you later about the matter. If it's something like that you’re mentioning to me, you know I need to know, no excuses.

Willy: *laughs* What's she gonna say about it?

Madame: *eyes get wide, then glares, begins writing something down on the paper, underlines it three times, shows it to Willy* "Bite Me"

Willy: *laughs, leans in* Been there done that love, been there done that

Madame: *arches brow, snaps fingers, drinks some tea*

Willy: I won that one

Madame: *quickly scribbles something down* "Many more to come my dear"

Willy: *rolls eyes, looks at Manouche* So what happened? Anything new in Deppville while we were gone?

Manouche *slightly nervous* Oh … y’know, mate, nothin’ out o’ th’ ordinary. Th’ usual. *takes very large swig of rum, leans over to look at Madame’s pad* Ahh, don’t ferget t’ dot yer eye, there, dearest.

Portsmith: Who comes back, Kidd? What makes you so afraid? If you want us to catch the killer, maybe now would be the time for some explanation. I am especially interested in your frantic dashes to hide yourself. You were seen. As was Manouche, at From Hell Court with a stranger. As for that carpet, just throw it away. Some taste these pirates have …

Kidd: Don't be daft, the killer of course and there be nothin' te explain I were on me own ship! I know nothin' of no stranger.

Manouche: With all due respect, Commander, ye’ve lost me. Right, I admit to a stroll last night, an’ per’aps it took me to that district, fog were so thick, I weren’t sure where I was ‘alf the time. But stranger? No strangers, mate, no more’n usual in them parts. *drinks *

Portsmith *casually strolls to table* Hello, Manouche, glad you made it to Chez Roux, with all that mist at From Hell Court. Seen any strangers lately?

Manouche *stops mid-drink* Ummm, From Hell Court? Y'must be mistaken, Commander, that were't me. But I will say, that's a bloody good idea about tossin' the ... well, bloody carpet! Blimey, now why didn't we think o' that, Kidd?

Portsmith: May I sit down for a while at your table. It's been a while I have seen my dear friend Manouche who never would hide anything from us, would she?

Willy: *arches brow, notices Manouche's expression* You’re hiding something. You can’t lie to me and you know it. What happened?

Madame: *shows a little concern, writes "Manouche, be honest"*

Manouche *looks at Madame, expression softens* Remember, luv, I told ye, nothin' to worry about. *looks back up at Commander* There ye 'ave it, mate. Kidd don't know about any stranger, an' neither do I. Don't know what t' tell ye, other than ...

*CUT OFF BY LOUD GUNSHOT COMING FROM DOCKS*

O'Malley: Blimey! *jumps up at the sound of the shot*

Kidd: Bloody 'ell! Portsmith, ye see! Ye best go see what 'appened and be doin' yer job!!!

O’Malley: Aye, ye are being oddly casual fer a commander.. *picks up her hat that fell on the floor when she jumped* But perhaps Portsmith is too afraid and want te leave it up to us fearless pirates instead? *brushes off hat and places it on her head*

Portsmith: I am *not* afraid of any pirates, O'Malley. This is a too complicated matter for a simple pirate to understand. And it seem to me that all those pirates are just quivering with fear. Ah, but actually, it isn't my job anymore. Don't you remember that Colonel Depp was going to take over the police matters in Deppville, I am just a Commander, as it were. And pirates shooting pirates is nothing out of ordinary, either.

Kidd: As a commander, pirates are yer bloody business dead or otherwise, savvy!!!!

Manouche *quietly* I promise ye, Willy, mate, Madame is completely safe an' sound. This is ... a different matter. I wouldn't lie t' ye about 'er, y'know that. But we'll talk, me brother. When the time is right ...

Madame: *fear in eyes, stays close to Willy*

Willy: *looking intently at Manouche* You will inform me NOW of what is going on Manouche.

Portsmith: Let's talk about Fiji, shall we?

Kidd: Bloody 'ell, Portsmith, wait! The Colonel is a trainee, she 'asn't the experience as ye well know. What is it you want te know of Fiji?

Manouche *trembling* B-bloody 'ell ... *looks from Portsmith to Willy and Madame, all waiting for her to talk. Motions to door* Commander, the GUNSHOT! Th-there may 'ave been another murder, an' yer wantin' to talk tourism?!

Kidd: Fiji? What about them gunshots?

O’Malley: Tourism is not of importance now Portsmith! Mind if I join ye Manouche? Marijke doesn't seem to be showin' up this evening so I'll return to The Brave now.

Portsmith: Ask her about Fiji, I say. My apologies, I have to go now. Take good care of Madame and stay clear of the docks. O'Malley, you with me.

O'Malley: Aye, I be on me way back to the docks now...are ye per chance headed that way Commander?

Manouche *yells after Portsmith* Keep Deppville tidy, ey? Bloody public servant! An' what makes ye so sure it's pirates shootin' pirates, ay?? *shakes head, then looks at Wonkas, who are staring at her. Starts to speak, then goes pale.* By th' powers, MR. BLAKE! I got to see about 'im! *jumps up, starts away from table, quickly runs back and hugs Willy and Madame, kissing Madame on the cheek. Looks at them for a moment, eyes filled with fear, then bolts out the door full-speed*

Willy: *jumps up* MANOUCHE!!!! You’re putting everyone in danger!!! WHAT THE DEVIL IS GOING ON?!

Madame: *stands up, tugs on Willy's sleeve*

Willy: *turns and looks at Madame, who’s obviously scared*

Madame: *clears throat, manages to speak* Get me the hell out of here Willy

Willy: *nods, takes Madame by the arm and leads her back up to the factory, locks the doors shut*

Manouche *runs from Chez Roux. Willy’s words sting, but she knows what’s best. Rounds a corner, hides, watches the Wonkas emerge from Chez Roux and head quickly back to the factory. Breathes a sigh of relief. Turns to rush to her ship, trips and falls to the ground. Pushes up on her hands, sees that she’s tripped over a body, dressed similar to the man found in Kidd’s house. A pirate. Her hands tremble as she looks at the back of his neck … finds the same ace of spades mark that was on the other man. Shakes violently, doesn’t stay to check the pockets; rushes back to her ship, to Blake, without a backward glance.*

*Kidd cautiously makes her way back te her own ship, stops suddenly observing Manouche's fall over a body waits until she runs off toward the dock. Hesitantly approaches the body. Draws a deep breath. Turning him over, gasps, backs quickly away* Oh jeez, this can't be 'appenin' not again. *Turns and flees to her own ship.*

At the Wonkas' factory ...

*Wonkas lock the factory gates*

Willy: *shuts doors, turns and faces Madame* There's something dangerous in Deppville and Manouche knows something about it.

Madame: *nods, then shrugs*

Willy: *automatically knows what Madame is saying* I don't know...its something big though. She never runs out like that.

Madame: *sighs, worried look*

Willy: I'm sure she'll be fine. But if she runs out like that again, then I can't trust her.

Madame: *arches brow, shakes head*

Willy: No, it stands. If I can't trust her, I can't allow her to be left to be the godmother of William. I won't stand for it.

Madame: *stomps foot, glares*

Willy: No. I'm not having any excuses. I've got to admit I lost a bit of faith in her when she ran out like that. If she can't be honest with us then she can't raise William. End of discussion.

Madame: *sad expression, hugs Willy*

Willy: It's ok, we'll figure it out like we always do

Madame: *rests head on Willy’s chest, hopeful*

Meanwhile, in an undisclosed location ...

*Pitch black room. Two voices, whispering tersely *

How could you ‘ave done that? You may ‘ave ruined everything.

I-I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to up an’ run like that, I was jus’ scared. They can tell when I’m lyin’. Willy weren’t fooled fer a second.

You handled it miserably. What am I gonna do?

I’ll – I’ll fix it, no worries.

Damn right y’will. I can’t. It’ll have t’ be you.

What would ye suggest?

Bloody ‘ell … tell ‘em the truth. At this point, no sense tryin’ to spare ‘em anymore, they’re already scared, aren’t they? That were jus’ what we was tryin’ to avoid.

I’m … I’m so sorry … poor Madame …

Alright, y’ve said that, stop yer blubberin’. Blimey, can’t ‘ardly stand th’ sight o’ ye. If … if ye can’t fix this … I’ll …

I’ll fix it, I swear. I’ll go to ‘em straightaway.

Don’t be doin’ that, y’ might put ‘em in harm’s way. Jus’ … write a letter, explain everything. Well, not EVERYthing.

I’ll do ‘er up right, I promise. B-blimey, I’m so sorry, mate …

Jus’ … jus’ go do it.

They part. A little later, when she’s sure she’s alone, Manouche fights off a horrible wave of nausea, and her heightened senses allow her to hear Willy’s words clear as a bell, as if he were right in the room with her:

"I’m not having any excuses. I've got to admit I lost a bit of faith in her when she ran out like that. If she can't be honest with us then she can't raise William. End of discussion."

*Drops to the floor, sobs as if her heart is breaking*

A Letter to Madame Wonka:

*Dark, later that night. Manouche's parrot Wilko flits up to Wonka's factory with envelope in its bill. Squeezes envelope in through the gates of the main door, so it rests against the door for the Wonkas or oompa loompas to retrieve. Flies back to Manouche's ship.*

My dearest Madame,

Thousand apologies for my behavior earlier today. I was hoping to spare you both, because it honestly doesn't concern you, you're quite safe. But the pair of you always can read me like a book, and there's no point me acting like all's well when it ain't. Please know that anything I did was to protect you, though my running off like that probably didn't seem as such at the time.

There's a killer in Deppville, and I know who he is and where he hails from. I heard tell of him when my piracy took me to Fiji for a time. He were a missionary run amok, as it were. Considers himself an avenging angel, he lives to cut down all perpetrators of what he sees as crimes of a hedonistic nature. This is where fortune shines on you and Willy, my dearest ... living as you are, in the state of holy matrimony. Many others here in Deppville ain't quite so lucky. This is why I’ve been saying all along you’re safe. But I’ve also been frightened, which is why I've insisted you keep that talisman close. Because, by the stars, we’re not sure how to stop him.

He was Fiji’s very own Jack the Ripper, mate, they never did figure out who he was. Very elusive. Kidd and I know he’s here, because a man’s dead body was found in her house, and he had the mark on his neck. This was the killer’s sign, a small ace of spades, looks rather like a blood blister or like it were done with tiny needles. So Kidd and I, we been trying to keep it quiet, hoping to figure out how to catch him. In Fiji, the more attention that were focused on him, the more scarce he become, savvy? And now he’s struck again – that shot we heard earlier, it were another unknown man with the mark on his neck. Saw it myself, when I ran from you. I ran from you ...

Please forgive me, Madame, I ran for several reasons --- to get away from Portsmith’s questions, to run back and check on Mr. Blake (who is safe and sound) ... and, when I heard the shot, I wanted you to return to the factory and lock the doors. Why I didn’t just say that, I don’t know, my love. I was just plain scared. Please forgive, and extend my apologies to Willy. I’ve fought the good brave fight for you both in recent times -- don’t know why I cut and run from this one. Old memories from my time in Fiji coming back to haunt, perhaps. I can assure you, it won't happen again. If we’re faced with trouble together again, I either stand by you, or see you to safety. It’s just that, under the circs earlier today, I thought you’d be better off NOT in the company of a heathen such as myself. He approves of you. I'm one of the damned in his eyes. Which makes me truly damned, long as he has the upper hand. I'm afraid that's all I can tell you at this time. Know that we're working on it, and I feel certain we'll find a solution somehow. Deepest apologies, I love you both with all my heart, my dear family ... please forgive ... All my love, ami bien-aimé,

Manouche

Reply from Willy:

*Late, motorbike driver from Wonkas' factory pulls up and drops off a letter, mumbles "I better get paid overtime in coco beans for this". Leaves*

Manouche,

Madame's flu has taken the best of her, she is sleeping nonstop. She began getting sick in the stomach when we got home, I was worried because she wouldn't stop. I called the doctor and she sent over another medication, this one to, essentially, put her out. Madame as you know, is not one to sit and relax for more than two minutes. I did what I had to do, I lied and told her they were only a bit of a stronger prescription. She took them and was asleep soon after. I plan to keep her on those pills for a few days so she can finally get some well-overdue rest. For now, I write to you in cover for her.

What you did worried me to the core, Manouche, and you know it. I am not usually so bull-headed like that, but when it came to gunshots and murders in Deppville, I knew you knew something from your reaction to it all. I lost some faith in you Manouche, when I feel people are at risk, I want to know what's going on. And you know that. I did the same thing was Madame's life was on the line. You running out like that did not put a good impression on me. Next time I say I want details, I expect them. If the father of William cannot trust you, you wouldn't be a suitable godmother. That's a fact to me. Even after Madame's protest my decision still stood. And it still does.

If you can figure out how to solve this painful crisis, trust can be restored I suppose. If you need my help, let me know. If you fear for us, let us know. Start talking to us Manouche. If you want to be William's godmother you have to be honest. You know I don't like seeing Madame upset over a decision, but I'm left with no choice. I don't want to put ANY of my family in danger. You may be considered a sister to me Manouche, I don't want you in danger either. But my wife and kids are first on my list as they should be. I wish you much luck and love.

Willy

[Sorry, folks, missing posts here! I’ll try to retrieve them. Anyway, it’s something along the lines of Pam demanding action from Portsmith in light of the scary goings-on in town, lol!]

Kidd: Finally a voice of reason speaks out! Lisa, she be sayin' true! The citizens of Deppville be in danger and all Portsmith does is harass those that were merely almost innocent bystanders! Lisa we be needin' Portsmith’s experence. This be no garden variety pirate killing pirate killing. Be ye not careful there will be dead bodies litterin' the streets!

Ye can't go movin' the body til Portsmith examines the scene of the crime you'll be detroyin' evidence. Don't you people watch t.v.?

Lisa: Yeah, I suppose my hat and feather still are bigger than hers... I will have a word with her when I can.

*Ichabod has been examining the body, and that be no hasty procedure. He got a chemical reaction that confirmed that something was taken from the body after that.*

Portsmith: You can roll the body in that awful carpet and take it away. Remember, Kidd, dead men tell no tales. It's the living ones who have to provide the answers and they should be wise to do that as long as they have a chance. *Good that I sent Donnie in advance to the docks, I knew there would be trouble brewing since Fred spotted the stranger at From Hell Court with Manouche. Wonder if Donnie was involved in the shooting....*

Kidd: What kind a chemical reaction would be tellin' somethin' like that? *thinking. Ichy, you will be so payin' for that. Seein' too much, you were* Hey and that awful carpet cost me a lot a coin!!!! Now what are you doin' about these killin's?

Later, at Chez Roux:

Manouche *enters Chez Roux, looks around* Marijke, mate, y’here? Anybody? *sighs, sits down, pulls out letter from Willy, reads it over. Glances around room, takes key from pocket, the key to Marijke’s liquor cabinet. Hesitates, then goes to cabinet, grabs bottle of rum, returns to table* Blimey, it’s quiet. *reads letter again* Per’aps I should jus’ tell ‘im. *takes long drink *

Willy enters Chez Roux by himself, sees Manouche, tips hat, goes to the bar and pours a drink for himself, says nothing*

Manouche *rises, walks over to bar, cautiously reaches hand out, places gently on Willy’s arm * ‘Afternoon, mate. *tries to smile, doesn’t quite reach the eyes * Ummmm … k-kir royale fer ye?

Willy: *puts head in hand* Anything strong. *brushes off Manouche's arm* I don't want you catching anything, and I never know.

Manouche *looks at him for a moment, then goes behind bar, grabs bottle of absinthe, puts in coat pocket. Walks back around bar, grabs Willy by the arm* Right. C'mon, mate, you an' I 'ave to talk. We'll take this bottle, I'll settle with Marijke later. Come with me we need t' go somewhere private. No arguments, you'll see. *Willy's upset being grabbed so insistently* PLEASE, mate. *She pulls him out door, and though he doesn't like it much, he goes along. They leave Chez Roux. Manouche pulls Willy into cubbyhole of alley not far from Chez Roux, looks around cautiously, to make sure they weren’t seen.* Right, we’ll need a car. Y'got about a dozen of 'em, we need th’ least showy o’ the bunch, no bloody limousine. We can’t attract any attention. Ideal would be if y’got an’ ol’ sedan or the like, an’ one o’ them oompa loompas to drive us. It ain't far, but it's a bit far t' walk, an' we mustn't be seen. Savvy? What y'got parked away in that factory garage, mate?

Willy: *pulls out key ring, glances at Manouche, quick smile, searches through keys* Nah not the Lincoln I love that one.......hmmmm....Mercedes....no too flashy....um....AH here we go, lets take the Honda Accord, not too flashy, I usually take that to public places so it doesn’t attract attention. Where are we going?

Manouche: You'll find out soon enough. It's just outside th' city limits, not far. Can we get a driver? You an' I should keep down in the back. We mustn't be seen leavin' town, we mustn't be followed. Honda Accord, eh? Aye, that'll serve. *smiles* We have an accord! *laughs, then quickly turns it into an uncomfortable cough at Willy's withering stare.* Yer beginnin' to master that look o' Madame's quite nicely, luv. Right, let's get on with it. It's dark ... if we're really fortunate, no one'll see us.

*They go to the factory, where Madame is still sleeping soundly. Willy asks the motorbike driver messenger to be chauffeur. He agrees, but only if he's paid overtime in coco beans. They take the road leading out of Deppville, Manouche giving instructions to the driver. She opens the bottle of absinthe, drinks, passes to Willy, who takes it, smiles slightly, pulls out purple handkerchief and wipes bottle before drinking. Remembers he’s the one who’s been exposed to Madame’s flu, and wipes the bottle again before passing it back. Manouche grins, shakes her head.*

*After about a half hour, they pull into the drive of a large, dark house, seemingly in the middle of nowhere. There's no moon and no sign of civilization nearby, so it's difficult to see. They get out, approach the front door cautiously, Manouche leading. She turns and looks at Willy, fearful.* I still don’t know about this, but y’give me no choice. Tried so hard not t' drag ye into this, mate. Prob’ly be in big trouble … but sometimes you ‘ave to make a decision on instinct. Now be really quiet in ‘ere. It’s safe enough, mind, but … well, y’never know, do ye? *Looks at him for a moment, then motions for him to follow her. They enter the house, forced to feel their way through the rooms because it’s so dark. Willy can barely make out furniture covered in white dropcloths, and he winces at the dust that winds up on his gloves from every surface he touches. Manouche leads the way up a narrow flight of stairs to a second floor, turns to the left and brings Willy into a small room, lit only with an oil lamp. As their eyes grow accustomed to the dim light, Willy sees that the room is sparsely furnished, a bed, small table, and an overstuffed chair and ottoman. Manouche waves a hand toward the chair. Willy peers through the dim light, sees Manouche sprawled in the chair; she looks up, blinks. Willy's mouth drops open -- he spins around in time to see the Manouche behind him shimmer, and change into Refugee, the dog.*

Willy: *spins around again, looks at Manouche, then at the dog, then Manouche again, points at Manouche* Y..you... *points at dog with other hand* the .. d...dog... *shakes head, regains composure, looks at Manouche, hoping shes actually real, points at dog* How long has it been posing you? Manouche...I so missed something here.... *looks at gloves, frowns in a grossed out expression, 'these are so going in the trash later', looks back at Manouche* What the BLAST is going on?!

Manouche: Blimey, tha’ bloody dog … *Refugee runs up and starts licking her face, and she smiles, cuddling him* C’mere, you, y’know I can’t stay mad at ye. *Looks up at Willy, eyes glazed.* He shouldn’t ‘ave brought y’here, mate. But I’m so glad t’see ye. *Starts to rise up from chair, tires from effort, falls back again.* Y-you’ll ‘ave t’forgive me appearance. I’m … well, I’m in the middle of a treatment, as it were. Y’see, it’s a way t’catch tha’ killer. W-when Kidd an’ I knew he were ‘ere, I thought, blimey, it’ll be Fiji all over again. I’m too fond o’ me mates in Deppville t’see that ‘appen. Ironic, though, th’ ones that’s safest from ‘im are me fam’ly … Madame an’ Willy, an’ wee Wonkas on th’ way. F-Funny ol' world, innit? *Beams as always, when speaking of the twins, then shakes head dizzily* Ol’ Refugee ‘ere’s been fillin’ in fer me, as it were, while I work on me scheme. *Slides feet off ottoman.* ‘Ave a seat, I’ll tell y’all about it. After y’hear, you’ll understan’. *eyes fill with tears* … Willy, mate, please don’ ever say anythin’ like that again. Couldn’t bear it if ye turn’d me away from Madame an’ them twins …

Willy *sits down next to Manouche, not caring about the dust anymore* Manouche why are you weak? You need to tell me what the devil is going on right now. If my kids and wife are at risk I swear I'll.... *notices Manouche's tears, stops* I don’t know how to consider it yet Manouche, you just made things a little worse knowing that I've been talking to a dog the entire time and it wasnt you. *gestures at dog, frowns when it growls at him* Nasty little bugger. *looks back at Manouche* No more games. I'm really getting tired of trying to figure out what’s going on. Spill it. Now.

Manouche *wipes tears away* Y’ain’t listenin’, Willy. All along, you an’ Madame 'ave been safe, truth be told, safer away from me than wit’ me. He ain’t interested in th’ likes o’ you. Don’t be too hard on Refugee, ‘ere, he done th’ best he could. An’ don’ be too hard on me, it’s all I could think of t’ do. I promise ye, Madame’s safe as in ‘er mum’s arms, right where she is now, home in bed. My poor luv, laid up wit’ flu … *closes eyes, leans forward, clutches stomach with a moan. Straightens up again after a moment, face pale, sweating* Sorry, mate, it’s a side effect, from them damn injections … lil’ nausea, then it passes …. *Opens eyes, looks at him* Oh, aye, I were sayin’ … Right, so ‘ere it is. When I was in Fiji, I ‘eard tell o’ this missionary called Nate, on an island not far from us. Dunno what ‘appened, but he snapp’d, an’ went on a killin’ spree, an’ he would always leave tha’ ace o’ bloody spade mark on his victims. …. Well, I told y’some o’ that, didn’t I, in me letter. Y’got me letter, right? It were my letter, Refugee penn’d it, but I told ‘im what to write. I weren’t in no condition to …….. Blimey, mate, what th’ hell day is it … *shakes head as if to clear it* …..

So that was a legend, though there had been some unexplain'd deaths. Still, we paid it no more mind than any other island tales … till th’ murders started ‘appenin’ in our own community. No one knew what Nate look’d like, there was never any witnesses. Th’ only thing consistent, mind, were that mark he’d leave on each victim. So there we was, all livin’ in fear, never knowin’ where he’d strike. Bloody ‘ell, at least th’ Ripper had a district y’could avoid. *Swallows* So then one night, I’d been with a few mates, at a party. Th’ host were a chap called Malachi. I’d had a few run-ins with ‘im, dunno why, but we was always lockin’ oars. He were a criminal on land an’ I kept to the sea, but somehow we was always intrudin’ on each other’s schemes. We’d had our skirmishes, but we also had to admit a certain grudgin’ admiration for one another, as it were. Anyway, I can tell y’more about ‘im later … all y’need t’know right now is, he were very fond o’ mind-expandin’ substances. So, this bein’ his soiree we was attendin', there was some interestin’ choices o’ stimulants fer the takin', thass a fact. It were me first experience with a combination o’ harmala an’ DMT. Separate from one another, each one’s inocuous, nothin'. Put ‘em together, they’re hallucinogens o’ the highess order. There's some that swear by the mystical powers o’ this combination, somethin’ like … like …. *Pauses, tries to think, brings weary hand up slowly to snap fingers* ... oh, aye, peyote. Well, I were young an’ adventurous, so I went along, an’ it were a grand ride. Don’t know that I saw God, as it were, but I prob’ly had a eyeful o’ his neighborhood, in a manner o' speakin'. *Smiles wearily*

It got late, an’ I decided t’ take me leave. I walked out, an’ that tiny island never looked so exotic. Not t’say th’ Fiji Islands ain’t a right finger in th’ eye most times, which they are – but they was so fantastic … I s’pose you an' Madame would say fantabulous. Aye, that were quite a party. Well, so I were walkin’ alone, back t' me ship, an’ a big bloke were comin’ right towards me, I didn’t think much of it at th’ moment. As he drew closer, I look’d up at his face … an’ it were th’ face of a screamin’ woman, but there were no sound comin’ out, savvy? He rush’d past me, an’ I stopped in me tracks an’ shook fer what seem’d a good half hour, but knowin’ me state, it were prob’ly more like five minutes, tops. I started on me way again, I turn’d th’ corner … *starts to tremble at the memory* … an’ I saw th’ body of a woman, she were lyin’ on th’ ground in a pool o’ blood. I were surprisin’ly calm, if mem’ry serves, what with everything ‘round me so surreal. An’, havin’ been a pirate fer some time at that point, it weren’t like this was me first experience o’ seein’ a corpse. Then, somethin’ come t’ me, despite me condition, an’ I bent down an’ checked th’ poor lass’s neck … an’ there it was, th’ ace o’ bloody spades mark. I look’d at her face, an’ it was th’ face I’d seen on th’ bloke what just rush’d by me. I were up like a shot, an’ I run after him, not feelin’ much fear, seein’ as how I were armed … an’ high as th’ bloody moon. But he were gone, I never did find ‘im. S’all a blur after that. I recollect talkin’ to authorities, an’ I told ‘em what I’d seen, but they didn’t give it much count. I were only a pirate, after all, an’ not a very famous nor infamous one, at that. But I’ll always believe that the bloke I saw runnin’ from that crime scene was Nate … an’ that the drugs exposed him to me. I reckon Malachi were th' only one who believed me, 'cause he knows an' firmly believes in th' power o' that stuff. I left Fiji shortly after that, with every intention o’ puttin’ th’ whole experience behind me. *Brings hands up to eyes, sighs deeply.*

Right, so that brings us to ‘ere an’ now. When I saw that mark on th’ body in Kidd’s house … it all come back t’ me like it were yesterday, an’ I were so scared, Willy, mate, I didn’t know what t’ do. I didn’t tell Kidd about me earlier experience, I’ve never told it t’ anybody since Fiji, till now. Then it come t’ me, late that very night. It were such a flash, I acted on it straightaway. I was afraid if I thought about it too much, I might lose me nerve. It—it were so much easier t’ jus’ hide on me ship with me Mr. Blake. *Eyes fill with tears again, blinks them away.*

So I decided t’ find Malachi … ‘cause I knew he were in Deppville. I’d seen ‘im, jus’ outside o’ From Hell Court, one night after leavin’ Chez Roux at a very late hour. He …. well, our reunion weren’t what you’d call fair an’ tender, but it was what it was. I told ‘im what was goin’ on, an’ he said he knew. Always says he knows everything, th’ bastard, jus’ showin’ off. I told ‘im I wanted a repeat o’ what I’d experienc’d that night, but that I needed it to be lastin’ long enough fer me to hunt down that bloody Nate. He said he could mix somethin’ together fer me that would give me such vision, I’d know Nate the minute I saw ‘im. An’ if I can identify ‘im … we can catch ‘im, an' we can kill ‘im. 'Cause that were always the problem with him before, durin' all those years ... no one to identify him. *Leans forward, has a coughing fit, gets it under control, sits back, eyes streaming.*

Y’prob’ly think this all sounds insane, mate, but I seen what Malachi can do. He knows narcotics, man-made an’ natural, like th’ back o’ his hand. He told me I’d need t’ take this concoction, what I'm takin', fer three full days … an' after that, its effects would linger in me system fer nearly a fortnight, which would be a good length o' time to search Deppville fer this bastard. Thass why I had Refugee take me place, jus' while I go through this process. I didn't want anyone t'know what I was doin'. Word could get 'round, Nate'd be warned, whole plan would go all to cock. I must say, Malachi weren't pullin’ me leg, this stuff’s remarkable. It ain't even all through me bloodstream yet, an’ y’wouldn’t believe th’ things I’ve already seen, th’ things I know, like what y' said to Madame about me, after y' got home last night an' locked yer doors …… *looks at Willy, eyes suddenly clear* …. What th’ hell ‘appene’d to ye when you was five, Willy, mate? Most spiders is harmless. Rubbish, a grown man bein’ afraid o’ a bleedin’ spider. *smiles slightly, reaches out, touches Willy’s arm softly. Sees needle marks on her own arm, quickly pulls hand back, brings sleeve down, buttons the cuff. Reaches over to table next to chair, picks up glass of rum, drinks. Runs hand through her hair, looks at Willy, tears in her eyes.* Y'see why I tried t'keep ye out of it. If th' pair o' you were in danger, I would've told ye both everything. Apologies, luv. If y'leave without another word, I'll understand.

Willy: Bloody hell. I hate spiders....and hair curlers....wait.... *pauses, looks at Manouche very intently* How the HELL did you know that? *arches brow* Ok..ok lemme figure all this out. You've told me alot and I need to recall all of it... *closes eyes, rubs forehead* O if Kim figures this out she'd have your head Manouche. Kill me too. *opens eyes* Ok, so you telling me that the killer's name is Nate, and you were given a shot *looks at Manouche arm, shakes head, looks back* by...Malachi?....to see if you could catch him because he's running a killing spree in Deppville. This....stuff...whatever it may be... *looks at Manouche's face* definitely not candy... but this stuff is gonna help you see where he is so we can catch him? Manouche why didn’t you just tell me?! I mean, I'm well aware of the fact that if Nate knew anyone knew about him he'd run, but you shouldve at least told me. You’re like a little sister to me .... ironically .... I wanna make sure you’re always gonna be ok. This *gestures at Manouche, who can’t even stand* is NOT how I want to see you. But I could’ve helped. Manouche, how many days has it been since you took the stuff? Be honest now. And you are so lucky I'm keeping Madame asleep. She'd kill you. You know it. *takes off hat, run fingers through hair, sighs* What am I supposed to do, Manouche? What do you need me to do? I'm not going anywhere til you get back together. And where’s Blake? Does he know about this?

Manouche *sits up slightly, smiles weakly, tears falling, looks a little more like her old self* OH, blimey, Willy, mate, thank you, luv. If ye'd really walk'd out that door, I ... I dunno what I would've done ..... *starts to lean forward as if to embrace him, falls back weakly* Aye, nothin' but th' truth from 'ere on, m'brother. I .... I been takin' th' stuff two days, now, I need one more day. Malachi says after that, I'll still be a bit weak but much more back t' normal, so I won't be stumblin' 'round Deppville scarin' everybody. Mr. Blake, aye, he knows ... he's gone t' see Nobody, to get an antidote. See, there's somethin' else about this stuff .... it's got a bit o' danger to it. It's like a slow-actin' poison, y'got to administer jus' the right amount, or it can be lethal. Malachi showed me how t' do it, he done the first couple injections, now I'm on me own. Jus' a few more t' do. Mr. Blake, he says Nobody, bein' Indian, will be able t' come up with a detox, as it were ... somethin' fer me t' take as soon as I'm done with it. So th' way I see it, one more day 'ere, then back to Deppville so I can clock that bastard an' we can either send 'im to Davy Jones' locker, or hand him over to Portsmith fer the ol' drop an' stop, savvy? Then I take th' detox, an' all's sound.

Y'see why I didn't want Madame knowin', luv. Couldn't stand t' have her upset over this, she needs to take care. But I had t' do somethin', I don't want any of us t' have to live with the fear we knew in Fiji. *coughs again, looks at Willy, eyes full of sympathy* Yer mum were a right fool, m'brother. Ferget what she done, an' don't go thinkin' it were yer fault in any way. It were her loss.

Willy: One more day? What’re you injecting yourself with? Show me so I know. I don't want you .... here *looks around at the messy room, turns back, grossed out expression* You’re weak so this can only get you sick. And since this stuff is so dangerous, catching something shouldn’t be on the top of your list. Let me take you back to the factory, you can finish up one more day there. No one will know. I'll sneak you in so I can keep an eye on you AND Madame. She's still in her medicated sleep, so I need to keep giving her the medicine to keep her under. If you’re both in the same place it'll be easier for me. Let me take you back. And...in reality... *smiles* I'm not really giving you a choice. One way or another I'm gonna get you out of here.

Manouche *smiles, face filled with relief, gratitude* By th' powers ....... y'sure, mate? I'd love t' be at th' factory, I hate it 'ere. Look, Refugee's showin' appreciation! *points at dog, who has come over to respectfully lean against Willy, faithful-dog fashion. Looks around room dizzily* Reckon I hadn't figured on catchin' somethin'. Ah, yer wantin' to know what it is I'm takin'. Th' stuff's over on tha' table. I had Malachi write down what's in it, so's I could pass that along t' Mr. Blake, so's Nobody'd know what might counteract it. Had him leave a copy with me, in case ... well, in case someone were t' find me here in a sorrier state an' incommunicado, as it were. *waves hand toward table with bottle, syringes, and a piece of paper listing the ingredients: DMT (dimethyltryptamine), harmala, psilocin, mescaline.*

Willy: *looks at the ingredients, shocked look* Good god this stuff IS lethal! Ok Manouche I'm taking you back to the factory. No discussion... *looks down at the dog, weak smile* I don't enjoy dogs, sorry. But I suppose he can come too. Let's get you out of here. Do you have all the stuff you need? *puts hat back on head, gestures at the concoction* Is that all?

Manouche *slowly rises out of chair, leans on it, motions across room* Jus' a few effects, s'all in that bag on th' floor, over there. An' me weapons ... an' me hat. Let's go, but mate, take care that no one sees us ... *takes a few steps, rocks unsteadily, stubbornly makes it to doorway, leaning on furniture, Refugee* Don't leave th' drug behind, luv ... t' stop th' process midstream'd be more dangerous than finishin', at this point. Savvy?

Willy: Yea I got everything *piles all of the stuff into a bag laying on the floor, carries it over, sees Manouche in the doorway and remembers she can't even walk, sighs* At this rate, it'll take you two years to get down the steps Manouche. Let's hurry it up a little bit. *picks her up and carries her out to the car, helps her in the back, makes sure Refugee gets in, gets in himself and gives the signal for the driver to get back to Deppville, they drive off*

Willy: I'll help you into the factory, I'll let you have the guest room, the same one you stayed in for Christmas. Then I have to give Madame more of that medication so she doesn't wake up, the doctor said keep her under until tomorrow. She'll be well rested by then.

Manouche: Bless ye, Willy, dunno what I'd do without ye. I ---- *moans, covers head with hands* B-b-bloody 'ell!! Ohhh, Willy, mate, let's hurry ... apologies, I know we need t' be cautious, but .... *whispers* please, hurry ......

Willy: Right. *makes the driver stop, tells him he's taking over, oompa climbs into the back in a disgruntled manner, annoyed* You keep acting like that you can forget the extra cocoa beans. *oompa straightens out and gives a smile* Much better *starts up car and focuses on the road, speeding back to Deppville*

Manouche: Willy, mate! Somethin's happenin' in Deppville ...... oh God ....... Nate, he were after someone, she got away .... HE got away ........ Oh Willy, let's get back t' Madame .... *moans* T-take care, mate ......

Willy *says nothing, speeds back to Deppville, gates to the factory open and Willy drives in. Parks, gets out and helps Manouche out, carries her into the factory and up to the guest room, helps her lay down on the sofa* I'm going over to our room to give Madame her medicine. Do you need anything?

Manouche *grabs Willy's sleeve* We got t' catch tha' bastard. Dearest Madame, she may be in danger, after all. I'm bloody glad I took this damn stuff, I'll track 'im down if it's th' last thing I do. I ---- *shuts eyes, squeezes Willy's arm, then releases, opens eyes, face pale* It's in his head, I can hear it. S-sorry, luv, I dunno it, dunno th' verse .... it's .... *repeats verse in dull voice, tears flowing down face* "If a man takes a wife and, after lying with her, slanders her and gives her a bad name, saying, "I married this woman, but when I approached her, I did not find proof of her virginity," then the girl's father and mother shall bring proof that she was a virgin to the town elders at the gate. If no proof of the girl's virginity can be found, she shall be brought to the door of her father's house and there the men of her town shall stone her to death. You must purge the evil from among you."

Willy *kneels down in front of Manouche* What does that mean Manouche? What does that have to do with Madame? You have to know something. Anything? Think.

Manouche *shakes head* S'all I have, luv, thass th' honest truth. *looks directly into Willy's eyes.* I swear, won't ever keep anything from ye again. S'all I know. I .... them words ....... I believe he's thinkin' o' vengeance on anyone he figures ain't livin' as he believes they should, I dunno. Iss th' first I've ever had in me head o' anything from him other'n .... other'n us hedonists. *shakes head again, eyes clear somewhat. Looks at Willy resolutely* Y'go to Madame, luv. I need t' give meself another injection, it's time. If ye'd be so kind as t' bring th' works to me. *manages a smile* No worries, brother, it'll all be sorted. Promise. An' no more secrets, by th' stars, I swear t' ye. *smile fades* Now, bring me them works, there's a good lad ... an', ahh, don't be concerned if I make a bit o' noise ... it jus' ain't very pleasant, is all. I'll try t' keep it down, couldn't bear to disturb Madame ...

Willy *concerned look, but nods and listens to Manouche* Ok...just please be careful. *grabs injections and gives them to Manouche, gives a small supportive smile and hugs her, then leaves to go to the master bedroom*

Manouche *smiles thanks, closes eyes contentedly as Willy hugs her. Watches him go, then turns to the task. Measures out the drug ... looks at it for a moment, then picks up the bottle and measures out a little more. Feels eyes on her, turns to see dog staring intently.* Don't be pullin' that face, you! Jus' acceleratin' it a bit, is all. Malachi said there's room fer leeway, as such. Sooner we get this over with, sooner we'll catch tha' bastard. *prepares syringe, rolls up sleeve, ties off vein, spikes. Eyes roll back for a moment ... clenches teeth as unpleasant sensations begin.*

*Rolls off sofa onto floor, shaking, fighting to keep from crying out, not wanting Madame to hear. Pain passes rather quickly, surprising her. She sees various visions in her head, some pleasant memories with old friends ... some not so pleasant, revisiting the death of her brother, and she sobs .... laughs aloud as she sees Willy as a young child, reaching under his bed for a toy and grimacing as he pulls his tiny hand out covered with dust bunnies ... sees the cabin of her ship, Wilko flitting around ... a man lying on the floor, her guitar in pieces* Oh, damn! An' I musss pick up more food fer Wilko ..... *Sits up from floor at vision of Kat running through woods with shovel ... sees man in handcuffs, also running in woods* Oh, bloody 'ell, it's him ...... *rolls back down to floor, moaning, then cries out* RUN ALL Y'WANT, NATE, Y'BASTARD, Y'CAN'T HIDE ...

Willy *leans up against Manouche's door, hears everything. Tears in eyes, swallows hard* She's doing the right thing. I know it. I have to leave her to do this. *sighs, walks into master bedroom, sees Madame sleeping soundly, smiles, walks over kneels next to the bed and shakes her gently awake* Dear, wake up, come on, wake up.

Madame: *stirs awake, opens eyes, smiles* Thats a good thing to see when I first wake up

Willy: *smiles, kisses Madame's forehead* You got your voice back.

Madame: *grins* yea, and probably a ton of checks to go through.

Willy: No way, your still sick, you need rest.

Madame: *frowns, tries to sit up* owwwww * lays back down, hand on forehead*

Willy: I knew it. Here, take your medicine. *grabs bottle on the end table, opens it and takes out two pills*

Madame: *arches brow, lifts head, staring at Willy's gloves* Willy why are your gloves so messy? *grabs his glove and looks at him* Why?

Willy: *looks into Madame's eyes, swallows* I was...working.

Madame: It’s a known fact that those machines are clean as a whistle Willy Wonka. You’re lying to me.

Willy: I was working outside the factory.

Madame: Where?

Willy: *swallows* uh...At Chez Roux...helped Marijke clean, couldnt stand the mess...you know that.

Madame: *pauses, then nods* Okay. I believe you *smiles*

Willy: *smiles* good, now meds *hands them to Madame, she takes them.* Amazes me how you can take them without water or anything.

Madame: *shrugs* call it talent. *gets tired all the sudden, lays down*

Willy: Tired? *She nods, closes eyes, he kisses her forehead* Get some sleep ok? Tomorrow's a new day. *She nods again, sighs. He sits next to her, watches her to make sure she sleeps well*

On The Libertine Trailer:

Pam *boards Manouche’s ship* Manouche? Are you here? Blake? *Looking around* Haven’t seen you two in awhile, just wanted to make sure everything’s OK. *Searches entire ship, surprised to see it abandoned. Enters cabin, sees Wilko flying around loose, and notices he still has plenty of food.* Well, someone must’ve been here recently. *She’s looking around the room, back to the door, when a voice behind her stiffens her spine:*

You must purge the evil from among you.

*Spins around, stares at large, heavy-set man hiding behind the door.* If a man is found sleeping with another man's wife, both the man who slept with her and the woman must die. You must purge the evil from Israel.

Pam *shaking* W-who …. Wh-at …..

Man: The adulteress, who has left the partner of her youth and ignored the covenant she made before God. *Slowly steps from behind door.*

Pam: *eyes wide* Wha- what’re y-you talking about, who are you? …*backs away*

Man: For her house leads down to death and her paths to the spirits of the dead. *Reaches into coat*

Pam: Stay away from me …..

Man: *slowly pulls out large knife* For her house leads down to death and her paths to the spirits of the dead.

Pam *trembling violently* I-I’m warning ya, I’m n-not alone …..

Man *raises knife, drawing nearer* None who go to her return or attain the paths of life. *Pam looks around desperately for a weapon.* None who go to her return or attain the paths of life. For the lips of an adulteress drip honey, and her speech is smoother than oil. But in the end she is bitter as gall, sharp as a double-edged sword. *Lunges at her.*

Pam *screams, reaches behind her, feels Manouche’s guitar. Swings it up, breaks it over intruder’s head, splintering it into pieces. He drops to the floor, unconscious. She runs from the room, onto the deck, leaves the ship, racing toward Chez Roux, screaming.* HELP, SOMEBODY! PORTSMITH!!!! SOMEBODY ….

At Chez Roux:

* Kidd making her way toward the door of Chez Roux, hears Pam screaming then looks around to see her running towards her* PAM! What is it? What's 'appened?*assisting her inside.* Anybody 'ere? Could use some 'elp.

Pam *stumbles into Chez Roux, falls into chair at one of the tables, trembling, breathless. Sounds amazingly Ichy-like* I – SAW HIM. G-g-great big guy. H-he had a knife … he was quoting verse .. I – knocked him out, left him on Manouche’s ship. MARIJKE, somebody, PLEASE bring me a drink.

On The Libertine Trailer:

*Donnie, in pirate rags, slips from the shadows, puts his gun back in the holster and kicks the man on the floor* Let's take the path to the jail, man. *Pulls a pair of handcuffs from his pocket and puts them on the man* Number two, he says to himself. Time to check what's happened to that Fiji man. Wonder why Inspector Abberline and Commander Portsmith wanted them alive...

At Chez Roux:

Kidd: A man, you say it were a man you saw? Yer sure? *thinks a man not Kat, draws a breath of relief*

Inspector Abberline *comes in and grabs the glass.* I wouldn't do that if I were you, Manouche. *looks her in the eyes.* We need you for an identification at it seems you have some explaining to do. Commander Portsmith waits you at her office.

Kidd: Are ye daft that be Pam not Manouche!

Pam *blinks* Inspector, I think you’ve had too much absinthe. I’m Pam, not Manouche! Haven’t seen Manouche in awhile. *Grabs back glass indignantly*

*Kaatje stops Abberline* C'mon, man, the girl is in need of a good drink! By the way... *wink wink* haven't we met before?

*two par of eyes peeking in through a small window of Chez Roux*
Donnie: What's wrong with him?
Ichabod: He was dragged from the opium den just two hours ago. Why would Commaner assign him any duties because he seems incapable of doing any investigations.

On The Libertine Trailer:

*Kat enters, shovel in hand on Manouche's ship, sees a man. With no hesitation she swings knocking him out cold. Then flees back to her own ship, not realizing she had just slammed Donnie*

At Chez Roux:

O’Malley: What is all this racket about? What 'appened? You ok, luv? Don't believe we've met - I'm Captain Grace O'Malley, resent arrival in Deppville. By the way, that Katje seems somewhat of a loose 'canon', savvy?

Pam: N-nice to meet you, Captain. Would you be a dear, and refill this for me? I – I’m a little shook up. *Holds out glass*

O’Malley: Sure thing, luv. *walks to the bar, gets a refill, drinks it, gets another refill and drinks that too. Third refill is brought back to Pam* 'Ere you go.

Ichabod *bursts through the doors of Chez Roux, looking very pale and frightened* It was Kat! I saw her, I saw her! She downed Donnie! We must find Kat, gentlemen, ladies! Who is with me?

Abberline *to Kaatje, giving just one contemptful glance towards Ichy, then ignoring him completely, lighting a cigarette* Can I buy you a drink?

O’Malley: Kat making trouble? As a pirate, I must speak on 'er behalf. Things like that can 'appen by accident. But still, I offer me assistance. Where to Commander?

In the woods:

*Kat running as fast as she cans ducks into the woods to hide. Still believing she’s in danger of being killed.and not thinking clearly*

On The Libertine Trailer:

Man comes to, finds himself handcuffed, staggers off ship …

At Chez Roux:

*O'Malley, having had her share of rum, staggers out of Chez Roux and down the dark streets of Deppville towards the docks. Almost stumbles over her own feet and laughs hysterically - shakes her head at her own lack of balance, then continues towards the docks, still giggling.* And really bad eggs *she sings as she walks on the docks nearing The Brave. Suddenly she sees a shadow fall over her, but as she is about to turn around to see who it is, she feels a hard blow to the head and falls down unconscious.*

At Chez Roux:

Ichabod:It was Kat, I saw her...

Donnie *staggering in, holding his head* Shut up, man. Yes, it was Kat, she hit me, but I saw a glimpse of her and she seemed to be afraid, had a glazed look. We must find her. Commander Portsmith believes she is guilty, but I am not so sure! We got to find Kat before she does!

In the woods:

*Fear takes over and Kat with her shovel tries to run only to trip over a tree root and fall. Rising, she turns with shovel at the ready and a wild look in her eyes. Abberline, Donnie rush her and manage to take the shovel away from her. Then with Ichabod's hesitant help, they take her away kicking and screaming.*

At Chez Roux:

*Willy walks into Chez Roux, looks around at everyone there, smiles, goes to bar* Can I get a drink over here? I need to head back to the factory very soon ..... Madame's still sleeping and I need to be there. Anything that I missed while I was gone?

Pam *well into her absinthe* Willy! Where have you been? Let’s see, anything you missed … Kaatje came back and chatted up Fred, several of us held a detailed discussion on the virtues of blades and sheathes, I ran into a scary stranger on Manouche’s ship, Kat hit Donnie with a shovel and ran off into the woods, with Fred, Donnie and Ichy in hot pursuit … and O’Malley just left a little while ago, reeling on rum. I do hope she made it back to her ship safely. As you can see, just another day in Deppville! *hic!* I’m sure I would be upset if I weren’t so heavily sedated … *blinks, comes back to reality somewhat* Oh, Willy, apologies. I forgot, Madame has been ill. How is she?

Willy: She's getting better, sleeping though, finally. *fully alarmed all the sudden* Stranger on Manouche's ship? What did he look like?!

Pam: Lessee, that was several absinthes ago … I suppose that would be the plural of absinthe, absinthes. You look like you could use one, dear. *pours drink for Willy* He was tall, pretty big guy, heavy-set … he had a knife, and he was quoting Bible verses, I think they were. I- I don’t remember anything else about him. I do owe Manouche a new guitar … I’m afraid I broke hers over his head. *pauses, then looks at him* By the way, have you seen Manouche? I haven’t seen her for days.

Willy *blinks, wondering if it was ... no it couldnt be ... I'm gonna have to ask her ... but I can't just leave they'll suspect .... I have to say something.' *shakes head, notices Pam's blank stare at him* Manouche is ........ she's ....... at the factory. She's not feeling well, either.

Pam *looks carefully at him* Willy, I admit, I’m pretty plowed, but you don’t look quite right. Are you sure you’re OK? Do you need another drink? *pauses, then smiles* Oh, silly me! Of course, you’re worried about Madame. Oh, love, don’t worry! Pregnant women get sick all the time, it’s no big deal. She’s one of the healthiest women I’ve ever seen, she’ll be just fine. *pours another drink, for him, gives him a hug* I’m sorry to hear Manouche isn’t well. Does she have the same thing Madame has? It’s awfully sweet of you to put her up. I know she’s so fond of you both, and I haven’t seen William Blake around for awhile, either. I hope those two haven’t had a falling out already. But then, Blake is like that, he takes off for periods of time, then he returns. I’m sure there’s nothing to worry about. And that’s NOT the absinthe talking. *smiles, nudges him cheerily*

Marijke: Not feeling well? Because she ate too much chocolate? Or is there something else with Manouche? …

Willy *stutters* I...I...I need to go ... we'll be back soon ... *gets up and leaves quickly, runs back to the factory*

Marijke: Why such a hurry? Is Kaatje in the factory? (puzzled)

Pam *shakes head* Oh wow … oh well, Marijke, you may as well have this drink I poured for Willy.

Marijke: No thanks... Since I was taking a little too much kir royal last time, I'd rather stick to cola and bitter lemon for the next 35 years or so... But a little wine won't hurt, I think... OK, tell me... you're hiding something for me! Did Kaatje do something I should be ashamed about?

Pam: Nooo, I don’t remember her doing anything so terrible. But then again, I may not be the most reliable source … we were all very preoccupied talking about blades and sheaths. *smiles dreamily*

At the Deppville lockup:

*Once Kat’s safely locked in a cell, Abberline and Donnie return to the office leaving Ichabod standing outside Kat's cell.*

Ichabod: I had to do it, Kat. It's my job. *removing something from his pocket, he holds it up for Kat to see.* Who's Nate?

Kat: Where did you get that? Give it to me! *reaching between bars trying to snatch it from him.*

Ichabod: I can't. I searched Manouche's ship and retrieved it. I watched Kidd take it off the body and then give it to Manouche. *turns and joins the others in the office.*

At the Wonka’s Factory:

*Willy runs into the factory and to Manouche's suite, runs in and sees her sleeping, walks over and wakes her up* Manouche, wake up, we HAVE to go to Chez Roux ... RIGHT NOW. You were right. Pam had a run in with Nate. You have to go over with me right now!

Manouche *stirs, sits up sleepily, blinking* B-blimey ... oh, thank th' stars th' nausea's passed. *looks at Willy, smiles* There's our hero ... *snaps to attention* W-wha'd y'say, luv? He's there? Aye, let's go catch tha' bastard. *stands up, weaving a little, but able to maintain.* I-I think I can walk, if I can lean on ye, mate. Let me get me effects, y' should take th' gun, I'll keep th' sword. Oh ... an' I need me hat.

Willy *grabs Manouche's gun and sword, hands the sword to Manouche, hides the gun under coat, grabs Manouche's hat and places it on her head* Let's go now. *They head back to Chez Roux*

Manouche *catches sight of herself in a window on the way to Chez Roux* By th' bloody powers, I look like hell. Willy, I ----- *Willy says nothing, ushers her to Chez Roux at top speed.*

At Chez Roux:

*Willy and Manouche walk into Chez Roux, Manouche in a terribly frail condition and Willy helping her in*

Willy: She's not well. Pam ... describe the stranger you saw again, please ...

Pam *jolted out of dreamy thoughts about Jack, Don Juan, et al* My God, Manouche, what happened to you? *looks at Willy* The … the man with the knife … well, he was a good six feet tall, heavy, big overcoat, couldn’t see his face well, sorry. I – I don’t remember much else, it was a terrible shock …

Willy *helps Manouche sit down* Shes not well Pam, Manouche, does it sound familiar? Think as clearly as possible.

Manouche *breathing heavily, brings hand up to eyes* It – It does sound like ‘is stature, t’ be sure. I’m certain I’d know ‘im if I could see ‘im.

Willy: Manouche think...do you see him? Where is he? Think Manouche. Can you see anything?

Manouche *closes eyes* S’all dark an’ foggy, like it were night. I see … Kat, what th’ bloody ‘ell, why Kat?? She ain’t got that blasted shovel … an’ me ship … s’ been torn apart. By th’ bloody powers, someone ransack’d me ship. What was it … roses … *opens eyes slightly, staring* Roses an’ a heart … heart an’ soul … that were a tattoo, weren’t it? N-no, somethin’ else. Heart-shaped, a wreath o’ roses … *clear vision comes to her, eyes wide, filled with fright* Th’ LOCKET, blimey, I fergot all about it. He was after th’ bloody locket. But it ain’t on me ship, who took it? Blast, what the ‘ell happened t’ that cursed locket? An’ I keep seein’ Kat. An’ that road, leadin’ outta town .. *looks up at Willy, trembling* H-he’s after ME, fer th’ time bein’, mate. He thinks I have it. He’s … he’s headed out t’ that damned house.

Willy *leans in and looks at Manouche intently* Is he heading out of Deppville? Is that where he is? Where's he headed? Tell me now. As long as he's not after Kat, we need to catch him first, then we'll get her. You’re not gonna get caught, Manouche. Where is he specifically? *takes off hat, places it on the bar next to Manouche*

Manouche *still trembling, stares, eyes glazed* He ain’t after Kat … but she’s tied up in it somehow. I dunno … Ohhhh, BLAST --- *squeezes eyes shut, brings hand up to head, leans over with a moan. Pain subsides, comes back up slowly, eyes now clear* He’s past th’ city limits, he’s … he’s on foot, he’s almost to th’ house. He’s got handcuffs, but they’re broke. *blinks* They don’t look like Kidd’s, them ones she used on Wilmot … er was it Ichy? *wipes sweat off face* Anyway, that’s where he’s headed. He … he thinks I’m there, how could he ‘ave known about that? That cursed Malachi, I’ll kill ‘im. *swallows hard, looks at Willy* S-sorry, mate, that’s all I got. *slumps back in chair, exhausted*

Willy: That’s good enough *stands up* Manouche, stay here, I’m going after him. *runs out of Chez Roux, faster than he’s ever run before, past the city limits, looking for the murderer*

On the road outside Deppville
(the following from the fertile mind of our Kim!) …

*After what seemed like forever, Willy finally saw the dark shadow of a man. He knew instantly that it was him, he slowed to a pace, getting closer to the shadow. The man saw him, he turned his head and looked directly at Willy, then, began running away.*

*Willy took off running after the killer. He wasn’t going to let him get away this time. He ran after him, dropping his cane along the way. He didn’t care. He kept running. The entire time he could see the mystery man running, and he was right behind him. Before he knew it, Willy caught up to him and slammed him to the ground, punching him in the face once, then catching his own breath*

Willy: YOU… YOU DID THIS…

Man: HOW THE HELL DO YOU KNOW?

Willy: I know a lot more than you think. I should, I’m practically Manouche’s older brother. I know everything. And you … *puts hand around the man’s throat* …. you almost killed her ….

Man: *choking as Willy is stifling his breath with his hand wrapped around his neck* L..let…g…g..go!!! NOW!

Willy: *lightens up a bit, fist armed* What?!

Man: *catches breath, looks at Willy* I know all about ye mate. A lot more than ye think. And ye be underestimatin’ me. Wouldn’t wanna be puttin’ anyone in danger now would ye? *grins* Specially not yer beautiful wife, bein’ that she’s sleepin’ so soundly right now, not even knowin’ what ‘er husband’s doing … how do ye think she’d feel ‘bout that Willy? Boy, she sure got ‘er looks goin’ fer ‘er, don’t she?

Willy: *glares, punches the man across the face, chokes him again* SHUTUP. I won’t tolerate that. I should kill you for saying that … *remembers the gun he took from Manouche, feels it in the side of his coat* … I will not have you or ANYONE put my wife, my children, or my sister in danger. EVER. And you’ll have the short drop with the sudden stop anyway. You’ve been killing for nearly a week. Two people, already dead. But it’s not the first time is it? *tightens grip* IS IT?! *loosens grip to let him talk*

Man: *glares* I’ve ‘ad me past, mate, but what be makin’ you think yer gonna stop me?

Willy: *reaches into his coat and pulls out the gun, places it next to the man’s head and grins* Oh I just have this odd feeling …

Man: *looks into Willy’s eyes, smiles* Never look into the eyes of yer victim, mate. You’ll never do it.

Willy: Oh really? *clicks the gun, puts finger on the trigger, stops suddenly and feels a hand on his shoulder, turns his head slowly and sees ….*

Madame: You won’t be doing any of that now Mr. Wonka. Put the gun down.

Willy: What the hell are you doing here? Why aren’t you at home sleeping? I gave you the medicine, I saw you take them.

Madame *rolls eyes* You actually have to SWALLOW them to make it work. *leans down next to Willy, still weak from the flu* Willy, this isn’t you. No matter how evil this man is, you won’t do it. You’re Willy Wonka. You’re not a murderer.

Willy: After all he did, you doubt I would? *cocks gun still on the side of the man’s head*

Man: She be ‘avin’ a point there Willy, mate, ye won’t do it.

Willy: *grips the man’s neck tighter* Shutup. *looks back at Madame* I c..cant let him get away with it Kim. He deserves to die for all of it.

Madame: *places her hand around Willy’s hand, which is grasping the gun tightly* And you’re not the person to put him to death Willy … *tightens grip over his hand* Let the gun go….

Willy: *looks back at the man, then at Madame, slowly lets the gun go, watches it drop to the ground*

Man: *smiles* That’s a good lad.

Willy: *glares* I’ve had enough of you. *grabs gun and hits the man over the head with it, knocking him out, looks back at Madame* Let’s take him back to Chez Roux, I’ll drag him, you just keep yourself up. *props up the passed out murder and begins to walk*

Madame: *smiles* Willy, I am so proud of you

*The Wonkas make a long walk back to Deppville, to give them the man that terriorized the entire town no more*

Manouche *having followed Willy from Chez Roux, moving slowlyl, now standing at city limits, leaning against sign, watching Willy and Madame approach with Nate* Blimey, mate, lemme help ye with ‘im. *tries to grab one of Nate’s arms and drag him, but still too weak.* Ahh, never mind, I’ll – I’ll jus’ help Madame ‘ere. *Offers Madame an arm, the two of them lean on each other. Manouche looks at Willy, grins* Y’may not ‘ave killed him, mate … but yer still a bloody good pirate.

Willy: *staring straight ahead, only takes a slight glance at Manouche and arches brow* Sorry...no...hehe

Madame: *gives a light laugh, rests head on Manouche's shoulder as they walk back to Deppville, yawns, coughs* Willy caught Nate. It amazed me. I knew something was up when I saw his gloves, so I faked taking the meds....

Willy: *glances at Madame for a second, frowns*

Madame: *smiles* too bad. You’re lucky anyway Willy, it wouldve gotten YOU in trouble if you pulled the trigger.

Willy: *smiles, still staring straight foward, dragging Nate along, pulls out gun with free hand, looks at it*

Madame: *watches him* Willy....

Willy: I know ... it’s not mine ... I have to give it back. *hands gun back to Manouche* Thanks Manouche, I never wouldve caught him without it.

Manouche *takes gun* Suit yerself, mate. I’d offer th’ argument that women find pirates quite irresistible. *looks at Madame* But I reckon it’s safe t’ assume Madame fancies a chocolatier over a buccaneer, anyway. *weaves unsteadily* Blimey, let’s get ‘im locked away an’ retire, I could drop in me tracks right ‘ere. *staggers a little at hazy vision of locket, dangled before unknown hands reaching for it. Breaks out into cold sweat … silently wonders* What in blazes ‘appened t’ that damn thing?