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At Chez Roux:
*Sergeant Godley is back at Chez Roux, sitting
with a cup of cold coffee in front of him, contemplating the next move. He has
searched for the Inspector over all From Hell Court without success, and since Corso at the Office was also looking for him,
he can't be there. He's getting both annoyed and anxious when he sees Commander
Portsmith outside. She stops at the window and looks at herself with a frown
and, to Godley's amazement, plucks the long feather off her hat and throws it away, looks at the uniform with distaste, then
mumbles something unintelligible.*
Portsmith:
Ah, it's Sergeant Godley, I see. Waiting for the Inspector? He won't be coming. He's back at the Office. Right where he belongs.
Godley:
But ...
Portsmith:
I had a little talk with him. *smirks*
It took some convincing, but at last he agreed with me. *laughs* Not half as tough as he thinks he is. And
now, you and I will fetch Raven. It is about time that this matter is settled.
Godley *in alarm* Commander, with all due respect, I can't believe …
Portsmith *takes a gun* Get up. I may have a use for you.
At Manouche and Blake’s house:
Malachi *wakes up, finds himself sprawled
in big comfy chair. Looks over, sees Manouche asleep on the sofa, Raven next
to her. Gets up quietly, walks over to buffet, pours glass of brandy, drinks
it. Sets glass down, grabs coat hanging on back of chair, puts it on. Starts for the door when he feels a tug at his sleeve. Turns,
sees Raven looking up at him.*
Raven: Where
are you going?
Malachi:
I … I can’t just sit here and not know what’s going on, kid.
Sorry, I know Blake asked me to stay here, but I just can’t do it.
Raven:
What should I tell Manouche?
Malachi *smirks * Don’t worry about that. She’ll probably know the
minute she wakes up. She knows I’m not one to stay put long. *crouches down, looks at him* You stay here, and make her
stay here, too, savvy? Don’t let her do anything stupid. Keep the doors locked.
Raven *nods *
I’m … I’m sorry about your sister.
Malachi *looks at him, startled* Me too, kid. *remembers something, reaches in pocket, pulls
out white feather that had fallen when Raven had flown past him from the beach days ago*
Here, I think this is yours.
Raven:
Keep it. Manouche says they’re lucky.
Malachi *shakes head* Her and her superstitions. Okay, thanks. Remember, keep the door locked. *grins, ruffles his hair;
stands up, leaves the house. Raven locks the door behind him*
At Chez Roux:
Malachi *having left Manouche
and Blake’s house, wandering somewhat aimlessly, not sure what he wants to do. At first he thought he would go
to the Security building, see if he could find Blake or Abberline. Then he reconsidered, feeling tempted to pack up
and leave Deppville altogether; but can’t stop thinking of Manouche, and their shared danger with the Order. Keeps
going over it all in his mind, wondering if it might be better if he put some distance between himself and Manouche, make
more trouble for the Order. Also recalls what Gili said, that he’s been somewhat protected over the years by Manouche’s
magic. Shakes his head* This is getting me nowhere. *Approaches Chez Roux, decides to stop in for a drink
before heading back to his apartment at From Hell Court, to further think things over. Glances in Chez Roux window,
stops short, ducks down quickly. Carefully peeks through window, astonished at the amazing sight of Portsmith holding
a gun on Godley, murmurs to himself* My god, what’s that all about?
Portsmith/Marchand: You are going to get me the boy. Tell him that his father sent
for him. He will trust you, I believe.
And if he won't, I will tell him that I am going to shoot you if he doesn't come with me. *looks at Godley with contempt* You are of no importance to
anyone except that foolish, useless Inspector, but we may use the brat's devotion to his father. He may not want to be responsible for someone whom his father values.
*Godley stares at him in utter disbelief. Portsmith/Marchand gives him a push with the gun and they leave Chez Roux together*
Malachi *steps behind the wall as Portsmith/Marchand
and Godley come out of Chez Roux.* Portsmith has really flipped, what the hell
is she doing? *Follows them at a safe distance, keeping out of sight*
At Manouche and Blake’s house:
Portsmith/Marchand tries the handle but the
door is closed.* All right, Sergeant. He is in there, tell him to open the door. *Sergeant Godley wipes his forehead in utter confusion and horror, but Portsmith/Marchand
presses the gun against his back*
Godley *coughs* Is anyone home? *to Portsmith/Marchand* Commander, please, I don't understand.
Portsmith/Marchand: Call again.
Manouche *looks through window* Blimey, it’s Sergeant Godley an’ Portsmith. *starts
to open door, feels uneasy about it. Turns, crouches down to whisper to Raven* Listen, lil’ mate, I’m not sure about this. I think ye should find Mr. Blake, bring ‘im back. Bring
yer dad, as well, if they’re together. Y’know what t’ do, luv. Hurry. *hugs him, he shimmers and shifts
into white raven, flits through house and out his bedroom window in the back of the house.
Manouche rises, turns to door, takes a deep breath. She opens it, works
hard to keep her voice steady and calm* ‘Afternoon, Sergeant … Commander. What brings ye ‘ere?
In the woods:
Dimitri *Slips away. He is being summoned. He makes his way
into the forest, away from prying eyes. From out of nowhere appears a man.*
Dimitri *angry* Why did you bring me here? Everything has gone wrong. You said I could help them, but all I've done has failed. Manouche and Raven are in danger and Kat will soon be as well, with Marchand running amok, and Abberline
is a loose cannon.
Lucas Buck: You're not questioning my abilities are you, Dimitri? No,
I believe you're smarter than that. You're here to make sure Marchand fails in
his attempts to take the box. Why have you not created bonds with the aspects? They are the key. Once those bonds are
formed, you will be able to overcome Marchand and deal with the box.
Dimitri: The bonds have proven more difficult than I expected. I've
had problems.
Lucas: I know. Follow my orders.
Let others deal with any immediate dangers. I'm watching them. If it becomes necessary, I'll step in. You've wasted precious
time. I'm afraid Kat will prove even more difficult now.
Dimitri: How so?
Lucas: Ichabod Crane has taken her heart. You must change that. Now go back, and this time, follow my orders.
At Manouche and
Blake’s house:
Portsmith/Marchand *pushes
Godley who starts to speak uncertainly*
Godley: Uh … we came for … *stops suddenly* I am not going to do this, Commander, before you explain yourself!
Portsmith/Marchand:
You idiot! *Pushes him in, on Manouche, so that both fall on the floor, enters the house and locks the door.*
Well, gypsy trash. We meet again.
Manouche *shakes head dizzily from fall* Bloody ‘ell, Commander, what’re ye … *stops, stares wide-eyed at
Portsmith. Murmurs, trembling* Y-
ye ain’t th-th’ Commander, are ye? Y-yer …… wh-what
d' ye want ...
Willy *walking to Manouche's house to
speak to Blake, sees the door slam shut, stops* What the … *arches
brow, feels for his gun in his coat, then walks up to the door, knocks* Manouche? *no one answers as fast as Manouche
usually does; he takes his gun out of his holster behind his coat, loads it* Manouche?!
Malachi *from hiding place*
Psst, Willy. Over here! *motions for Willy to join him* There's something going on with Godley and
Portsmith. They just forced their way in the house. I've been following the two of 'em from Chez Roux. Portsmith
had a gun on the Sergeant ...
Portsmith/Marchand *to Manouche* Keep quiet! *hits her with gun*
At the Security building:
Raven *flies as fast as he can to the Security building, swoops down, through a window, lands, shimmers into his usual
self.*
Blake *standing outside cell room, sees him* Raven! What're you doing here, I told you
not to fly away.
Raven *grabs his sleeve excitedly* Mr. Blake, where's my father? You both have
to come back right away. Sergeant Godley and Commander Portsmith came to the house. Manouche was worried about
it, she sent me to fetch you. Where's Father?
Blake *waves hand toward cell room* He's talking to ... *stares at Raven, pale* D-did
you say Commander Portsmith?? *Raven nods, Blake turns toward cell room door.* Inspector! Manouche and Godley
are in danger, we have to go NOW.
At Manouche and Blake’s house:
Willy *swallows* I dont think Portsmith is Portsmith, Malachi. Something's up with her.
She never acts like this, not even to Manouche. *remembers Marchand, taking refuge in Abberline's body* I think
I know what’s going on ... *thinks* … and I'm getting tired of it. *walks up to the door, knocks again*
Marchand! I know you’re in there! Open the door! *swallows* I wanna make a deal with you ...
Portsmith/Marchand *listens to him, doesn't open the door*
Well now it is Willy Wonka, himself. I am so honoured. So you want
to make a deal. *laughs* And what
would that be about? How is that beautiful wife of yours ... I might consider
a deal with you. But I can't see you choosing the life of this gypsy trash over
your wife and twins. I don't think there is anything else you could offer me.
Willy: *winces at the mention of his wife,
thinks of her, swallows, breathes heavy* I'm offering you ... me. You even said I was a good subject. I
want you to take me instead, and stay out of the rest of the Deppville citizens. Even Portsmith doesn’t deserve
this. *looks at door as though he's looking at Marchand* I'll take the responsibility.
Portsmith/Marchand: And what use would I have of you? *Ponders for a while*
Willy *smirks at his stupidity* Don’t
be a fool, Marchand, you know I'm strong, it’d be perfect.
Manouche *inside house,
listens with horror, murmurs to herself* Ahhh, bloody 'ell, Willy, mate. *To Portsmith/Marchand* D-don't
listen to 'im, Marchand. He hasn't got th' blood y' need, he won't bring sod-all to th' openin' of th' box. Besides
which, he'll be so lost, pinin' fer 'is missus, he'll be bloody worthless to ye. I -- I'll go peaceful, if ye'll ignore
what he's sayin' an' leave him be. Th' guardians said there's a way around all this, with jus' me an' .....
*swallows, forces back tears* .... an' th' spirit o' me brother. All th' power of th' blasted box, an' no one else
in Deppville bein' affected. We- we can work with 'em ... could mean a bloody big hat fer ye.
Willy:
Manouche, shut up, you brat. *smiles at himself, thinking of his little
sister* It's better if Marchand stayed out of everyone else's bodies. Wouldn’t it? You want Deppville
to be safe? Then be quiet, baby sis.
Portsmith/Marchand *hits her with the gun
on the temple* Your turn will be later. *to
Willy* I accept your offer, Willy Wonka. First,
you will drop your gun. You cannot kill me with it, but you can harm this stupid
body and I don't want that to happen because I need her still for a while. When I see that you’re unarmed,
I will open the door.
Willy *clears throat, looks at Malachi who’s
giving a pleading look; tosses him his gun, puts hands up in front of him* I've got nothing. Please let me in.
Manouche *hand up to her
aching head, sobbing softly, whispers to Godley* Oh, blimey ... S-Sergeant, Madame'll never fergive me fer bringin'
this to their door ... I- I'm better off dead ... Godley *shocked, speechless, tries to comfort her as best he
can*
Portsmith/Marchand: I will open the door now. Are you rea ... *When Portsmith/Marchand takes the door handle, Godley throws himself at him with full force and they both
crash together through the door, right at Willy's feet*
Godley: I
am not going to let this happen, you bastard!
Manouche *sees gun fall from Portsmith/Marchand’s
hands, scrambles unsteadily, grabs it; holds it on Portsmith/Marchand. Looks
at Godley and Willy, eyes wide*
Willy *picks Godley up by the collar with
one arm, stands him up* Don't be an insane fool , Godley, you do that and Marchand could kill you with the snap of his
fingers. *pushes him back into the house, helps Marchand/Portsmith up, looks
straight into his eyes* Yeah, I'm ready. *smiles, remembers the potion
he took and the side effects it had, speaks to Manouche in his mind* No more games
baby sister, this is serious matter. Shooting Portsmith isn’t going to kill Marchand, and you know it. Just
put the gun down. Everything will be okay.
Manouche *winces at sharp pain in head* Owww, blast … *glances at Willy,
realizes he’s working with Malachi’s concoction, trying to communicate with her.
Can’t fully pick up on what he’s thinking – it was good for himself and Madame only – but knowing
what he’s trying to do, tries to respond* Willy, brother, ye ‘ave no idea what yer gettin’ into. What
th’ bloody ‘ell d’ ye think yer doin’??
Willy * realizes he's struggling, clears his
thoughts, tries again, this time clearer* Don't you trust me? I know exactly what I'm doing,
Manouche. If you trust your big brother, you'll let go.
Manouche *shakes her head, dizzy from Marchand
striking her and from trying to decipher what Willy is thinking; still can't quite make it out. Looks at him, tears
in her eyes, speaks aloud* He'll kill ye, mate ... I can't bear it ...
Portsmith/Marchand *moves forward, grabs gun
from her, holds it on her and Godley* I think we've all had enough of this. What must I endure next?
Gypsy trash ... flying tackles from Deppville's finest ... pathetic. *smirks, turns to Willy* Very well, Mr. Wonka.
What are you so sure you have to offer?
Willy: You already know what I've got
to offer, Marchand, you said so yourself back in the jail cell. 'Strong willed, physical strength'. *swallows,
stands a little straighter*
Portsmith/Marchand *studies him intently*
Very well. If you wish to work for me, then I'll put you to work. *with almost imperceivable swift movement, swings
gun around, knocks Godley cold; he slumps to the floor* Your first order of business will be to tie and gag Sergeant
Godley, and lock him in that closet in the hallway. And be quick about it. I doubt if we have much time here before we're
interrupted. *keeps gun on Manouche*
Willy *pauses for a minute, nods with regret,
knowing that Manouche keeps rope in her closet, pulls it out, ties Godley’s hands and feet, takes his own handkerchief,
tying it around his mouth, pulls him into the closet, shutting the door; does this the entire time without a word*
At Portsmith’s castle:
Dean Corso *on his way to the Commander's
castle, pleased with himself having locked Abberline up, worried about the Commander's deal with the Order, blissfully unaware
that Marchand has escaped, notes suddenly a strange black car in the front yard, and two men clad in suits standing beside
it.*
1st Man: We
are looking for Commander Portsmith.
Corso: Er
... She's not here now. Who are you and what business do you have with her?
2nd Man: Let
me present us, this is Mr. Black and I am Mr. Brown. We are antique dealers.
We have fulfilled the Commander's request and now we are here to negotiate the
price and handle the transaction.
Corso *feels a chill looking into their cold
eyes* Antique, eh? Er … I
don't know. I am just an (almost innocent) dealer in old books, just came by
a coincidence ... Had a manuscript to offer her.
Black: You
came to offer her a manuscript despite you knowing she isn't here?
Brown *looks at Corso intently* Now wait a minute, do I know you? It's Mr. Corso, isn't it? The infamous book detective. If my memory
serves me right, you have been dealing with invaluable parchments too, isn't that right?
Black: Some
claim that your methods are, how to put it nicely, unorthodox.
Corso: Sorry,
I don't know anything about parchments, I keep myself to books. Seems I made
a mistake believing she would be here, so if you’ll excuse me …
Black: If
the Commander is not here, we'll have to find her somewhere else. We would be
most obliged if you cared to help us. *they grab him and shove him into the backseat*
Out to sea, on one of the small boats:
*Three
of the Shadows approach the Leader, who stands on deck, gazing out toward the Deppville horizon.*
Leader *speaks
without looking at them* What are the damages?
1st Shadow: We lost some of the crew. They were
… they were terrified of the spook. But we still have more than half.
Leader: And what of the
three of you? Are you staying, or are you leaving? *His voice is cordial, but the weight behind the words is not
lost on the Shadows*
2nd Shadow: Staying.
1st and 3rd Shadows *nod, speak together*
Staying.
Leader: Good. It’s important that we continue to remain calm and focused. The
spook's intervention was a setback, but it’s best to look at the positive side of it. It did separate the men
from the boys, so to speak. Good to know I now have a stripped-down assemblage that I can completely count on.
*turns to glare at Shadows, his eyes cold and powerful. Shadows cringe slightly, but nod vigorously, affirming their
allegiance.*
Leader *looks at them carefully, then turns his eyes back to the horizon* Now, we need to
determine our next course of action. Ideally, we want to retrieve the box and capture the Dreamer. Combining her
with her brother’s spirit is in many ways comparable to the combination of her and the boy; and far less trouble than
trying to capture her and the boy both. However, we have many obstacles, one of which was unforeseen … it would
appear that the Dreamer’s past is catching up with her. We mustn’t let this happen. If she is unable
to escape sacrifice a second time, we stand to lose everything. We may need to go to extremes to surmount this particular
hurdle. It may be necessary for us to join forces with … Marchand …
*Shadows buzz amongst themselves,
agitated*
Leader *glances at them, then back out to sea* … at least, for a time. Are you still
staying?
1st Shadow *hesitates, speaks to the others, then responds.* We’re all staying, sir.
Leader
*still not looking at them* Very well. Then go inform the crew that we’ll be returning to Deppville, but
that we will do so with extreme caution. The less notice, the better. Tell them I wish to meet with all hands
on deck, in twenty minutes. Stress that no one is to be late. I’m not in one of my more charitable moods
at this particular juncture. *Shadows buzz again, salute nervously, then disperse. Leader shakes his head, sighs*
It’s so hard to get good help these days …
At Chez Roux:
Dimitri *Waits at Chez Roux for the one who he hopes will provide a solution to at least one
of the problems. Spots him entering and motions for him to join him. Jaime takes a seat across from Dimitri.*
Jaime: Well, mate. What's the deal? Yer message said ye
'ad a job for me.
Dimitri: I do, indeed.
I need for you to disrupt and put an end to the relationship between Ichabod and Kat by any means you find necessary. I'm giving you this envelope with cash up front, and if you're successful, I'll double
that sum. Agreed?
Jaime *Pours himself a drink.
Takes envelope opens it. Removes the cash, proceeds to count it. Smiles* We 'ave an accord mate. No worries. They're good as o'er. *Turns glass up,
gulps down rum. Laughs.*
At Manouche and Blake’s house:
Portsmith/Marchand *smiles as Willy follows
his orders* Very good, very good! Yes, this may work out quite well. You probably won’t like a lot
of the chores I give you. But I suppose that’s true of any employment, isn’t it? Not all the tasks
can be agreeable. Now, your next assignment … *moves closer to Manouche, grabs her hair, keeps the gun on both
of them.* Listen carefully, Mr. Wonka. The three of us are going to leave this house. We’re going
to go to your factory, and we’re going to take one of your cars. You will do the driving, and you will drive us
to a very special location. Well, I’m sure the Gypsy trash will remember it well … her dashing companion
Nate gave her the grand tour the first time. It’s where I held her and the boy prisoner ... before Mr. Blake
and that whore Kat came and ruined my plans. *pulls Manouche’s head back by the hair, snarls in her ear*
Remember, darling? *Manouche nods slightly; Marchand looks at Willy* Let’s go, Mr. Wonka, and remember,
I’ll have the gun on your sister the whole time. Don’t try anything, because, quite frankly, precious blood
or no precious blood, I’m willing to kill her if you cross me. I will not be made a fool of. *grins*
Now, let’s go. Just a lovely, short walk from here to the factory … Commander Portsmith and her good friend
Mr. Wonka. Why, she holds him in such high esteem, she’s even willing to be seen strolling with the pirate scum.
*laughs*
Willy: *glares angrily at Marchand, talking
about Manouche that way* We're not going anywhere until you remove your hand from my sister’s head. Whether or not I decide to give in to your command, the day I see someone treat her with such disrespect
is the day I'm six feet under and toes up. Let go.
At the lockup:
Abberline:
For your own sake, I wish that you talked about something else besides ferrets.
If you want to get out, you have to tell me about Marchand's plans. We
will have to find him and somehow eliminate him.
Portsmith *astonished* What plans? He just wanted to help me to get things in order in Deppville. That's
all the plans.
Abberline: I understand.
*Gets up from the chair* If you’d rather work with him than with
me, that is your choice. And it means I can't help you. You can stay in Nate's body for the rest of your life.
Portsmith:
No! Where are you going, Fred? Marchand
isn't so bad as you believe. Why do you always see everything as black and white? I heard that he tried to talk to you and show you where you are wrong, but you just
wouldn't listen to him.
Abberline: Yes, he talked to me and I had to
listen to him ... Anyone connected in any way to Marchand is my enemy. Choose your side. If you won't tell me what you know, I will
walk out of this Office and never come back.
Portsmith: You don't want
to be doing that. Once this matter is cleared up, what will you do without your
work? You have nothing in your life besides your work and chasing the dragon
and fretting over the past. *Abberline turns and goes out* Fred, come back immediately! I order you to come back!
Abberline
*slams the door after him, sees Raven with Blake* Raven! How are you here? This is not a safe place for you.
Blake: Inspector,
I was just coming in to get you. Manouche sent Raven to fetch us. He says … he says Commander Portsmith
and Sergeant Godley have shown up at our house. *glances at Raven, not wanting him to know the truth, looks at Abberline
again* C-Commander Portsmith, Inspector, understand? We must hurry …
At Manouche and Blake’s house:
Manouche *whispers* W-Willy, mate, take care …
Marchand *looks at Willy incredulously, then
laughs* Ever the gentleman, aren’t you?
Very well, we wouldn’t want to wound the fair lady’s sensibilities, would we? I’m sure we can count on her to stick close by me without force.
Unless she’s keen on Mrs. Wonka becoming a widow before the twins even so much as see the light of day. *releases Manouche, keeps hold on gun, puts in pocket with barrel poking into her
side* Lead the way to the factory, Mr. Wonka, and mind neither of you think of
trying any foolish stunts. *he cocks the gun, Manouche jumps at the sound; she
looks at Willy helplessly as they exit the house.*
Malachi *still in hiding, watches them come
out, thoroughly confused, but picks up enough on Manouche’s thoughts to know he mustn’t do anything to interfere. After they’re gone, he rushes into the house, looking around.* S-Sergeant Godley? Anybody here? *starts for back of the house, then hears a sound coming from the hall.
Tries hall closet door, unlocks it, finds Godley as Willy had left him, just coming around. Malachi helps him out, unties him* Godley, what the hell happened?
Godley *shakes head dizzily, drops into chair* That wasn’t Commander Portsmith … I … I can hardly believe what’s
happening … it’s Marchand. She … er, he … he’s
taking Manouche and Wonka to some hideout. They’re … they need to
drive, they’re taking one of Wonka’s cars … *looks at Malachi* Malachi, for god’s sake, have you seen Inspector Abberline? I can’t find him anywhere …
Malachi:
I think he’s safe. Will you be okay here for awhile? I’ve got to … *looks toward door, at a loss*
Godley:
What can you do? What can any of us do?
Malachi:
I … I don’t know … *voice trails off as he hears someone approaching.
Goes to door, looks outside, sees Abberline, Blake and Raven running toward the house.*
Sergeant, you can stop worrying, here's the Inspector! *murmurs to himself* Thank god, now maybe we’ll get somewhere …
On the way to the factory:
Willy *glares, then turns and walks out the
door, Manouche next to him and Marchand next to her; he carefully takes her hand and squeezes it, hiding them in his coat
pocket, thinks about Madame*
Madame *in the middle of a nap in the master
living room, stirs, sits up* Willy? What is it, love?
Willy *jumps a bit, gives a small smile at
Marchand, who’s looking at him with an arched brow* Kim, Manouche and I are in serious danger. Marchand has us both captured,
we're heading to the factory to get one of the cars.
Madame *smiles an evil grin* Dont worry, I know what
to do.
Willy: Baby, please don’t
get too involved. *worried look, squeezes Manouche's
hand harder*
Madame: I'm not. *stands
up, walks to chocolate room, up to an oompa loompa* We have a code red, but Master Willy's not here yet.
He's coming to the garage. Gather everyone and grab your weapons. Meet me down the garage in no more than three
minutes. Understand?
Oompa *in a light voice* Yes, Mistress
Wonka. *quickly runs to gather everyone*
Madame *thinks to Willy* Willy.
all I want you to do when you get here is just open the garage, then get Manouche out of the way as much and as fast as possible.
Understand?
Willy *nods, forgetting that she’s not
actually there, quickly stops* You got it.
Manouche *feels Willy squeeze her hand, squeezes
it back reassuringly, concentrates* Don’t
know if ye can ‘ear me, brother, but we’ll get through this somehow. Jus’
try not t’ do anything … stupid …
Portsmith/Marchand *jams gun harder into Manouche’s
side* Keep your thoughts clear, Gypsy, I know what you’re capable of. *sneers, voice filled with contempt* Or
should I call you dreamer? *Manouche doesn’t respond, they arrive at factory,
enter gates; Willy leads them to the garage. Marchand steps aside, grabs Manouche
by the arm, pulls her closer, keeps gun on her* Right, Mr. Wonka, open the garage,
select a vehicle, and we’ll be on our way. And be careful … it’d
be a shame to disturb your lovely wife with a gunshot to your sister, here. *stands
back, waits for Willy to open door*
Willy *steps up, pauses
prays that Madame did something, opens garage*
Madame *standing with a
line of oompas, each holding a large hose, her hand in the air, she throws it down* Ready, aim, FIRE!!!!
Willy *hollers, jumps and
dives on Manouche, pushing her to the ground right as the hoses, filled with chocolate, are released on Marchand. They get soaked, Willy and Manouche crawl as fast as they can to get out of the way, Marchand falls
to the ground, the gun falls, Willy dives and catches it, moves back, pulling Manouche into the garage*
Madame: STEADY GUYS!!! KEEP STEADY!
Willy *covered in chocolate,
stands up* CUT THE HOSES!!!! CUT EM!!!
*the oompas pull the hoses shut* SHUT THE GARAGE!!!! *garage door closes just as Marchand stands up, glaring
at Madame*
Madame: *gives a cute smile*
And you can be sure that is 100% Wonka chocolate! *the door closes*
Willy *walks up to Madame*
I can’t believe it. You did it.
Madame: Of course,
but now you’re drenched in chocolate. How cute!
Willy *grins* You’re
about to be …
Madame *arches brow, shocked
as she's swept off her feet by Willy, who kisses her passionately*
Portsmith/Marchand *standing
outside garage, covered in chocolate, shaking, furious. Starts to speak, but
is interrupted by hand on his shoulder. Turns to see the Leader and two
of his Shadows accompanying him*
Leader: Marchand, forget about them. At least, for now. You have other things to worry about. It would serve you extremely
well to heed what I have to tell you. You must return that body to its proper
owner right away. Trust me, you don’t want anything to do with it.
Portsmith/Marchand *eyes
Leader carefully* And why not?
Leader: Come along, I’ll tell you. When I explain, I think you’ll
agree with me that it’s time we set aside the differences that arose between us on that dreary island, and join forces
once again. *nods toward garage* No
worries about the Dreamer, we’ll have her eventually. Remember …
patience. *pats Portsmith/Marchand on the shoulder, removes hand, frowns at the
chocolate on it; tastes it, eyes widen, nods appreciatively* That Wonka chap
may get in our way from time to time, but he certainly knows his business. *takes
Portsmith/Marchand by the arm, leads him away*
Manouche *inside garage,
still on floor, grinning up at Willy and Madame kissing* Blimey, we must do somethin’
particularly nice fer Malachi when th’ opportunity presents itself. That
stuff he gave th’ pair o’ ye was ….. *voice trails off, she looks down at arm, then back up again, speaks
in quiet voice* Ahhh, Willy, Madame … I hate t’ say it in such a
moment o’ fine glory, but … it appears Marchand managed t’ shoot me. J-jus’ a grazin’
blow, I reckon … *slumps down, face pale*
Willy *stops kissing Madame,
lets her down, runs over and lifts up Manouche's head*
Madame *carefully kneels
down, checking her arm* He got her near her shoulder. *snaps her fingers
at one of the oompas* Medical attention over here as soon as possible!
Oompa *runs over, another
oompa hands him a white kit, he opens it and takes out a needle, rips the cloth off Manouche's wounded arm, cleans off a spot,
gives her a shot*
Willy *nods, looks at Manouche
as the shot begins to take effect* Manouche, listen to me, you’re going to be put to sleep for a little bit so
they can remove the bullet in your arm. Can you hear me?
Manouche *looks at Willy,
eyes glazed* Oh, aye, I can ‘ear ye, luv, cheers. Me big brother, yer a hero again, ain’t ye?
Take care, it could become habit-formin’. *blinks, pulls head back, examines him carefully* T-tell me, were
ye plannin’ t’ leave yer hair that particular color? Mind, I wouldn’t dream o’ foistin’
me opinions, but … well, it ain’t th’ most becomin’ shade o’ green t' ye. Savvy?
*smiles, brings hand up to his face, pats his cheek affectionately* Ta, luv. *nods off, unconscious*
Willy *smiles at her, kisses her forehead*
You'll be fine, baby sister.
Oompa: *orders for a stretcher to be brought
in, Manouche is wheeled out into the surgery room, where the bullet is removed after 45 minutes; she's then taken to her suite
and laid on her bed*
Willy *walks into Manouche's bedroom after
taking a long shower, drying his hair with a towel, sees the oompa bandaging her arm* How is she?
Oompa: *nods* She's fine, Master.
The bullet was deep, but it was removed completely.
Willy:
Excellent. How long will she be out?
Oompa:
The shot I gave her lasts about two hours. She should be waking up very soon.
Willy:
Good, thank you.
Oompa: *finishes bandaging, packs up white
kit with extra bandages, walks over* You’re quite welcome, Master Wonka. *holds out his small hand*
Willy *frowns for a moment, then smiles* Ah yes. *digs in pocket, pulls out three
cocoa beans, places them in his hand* There you go.
Oompa *grins at them, looks back up at Willy,
bows and leaves quickly*
Willy *continues his towel drying, sits in
a chair next to Manouche's bed*
Manouche *slowly opens
eyes, disoriented, sits up quickly; winces with pain, falls back, looks around* Wh-what
‘appened? *sees Willy* Ahh,
Willy, mate, I … where’s Madame, is she sound? She were so brave
… she’s safe, ain’t she? *notices bandages* What’s all this, then? Oh, it … it were Marchand,
weren’t it? *smiles at him gratefully*
Blimey, I’m beholden t’ ye, brother …
Willy *stands up, takes her hand* Slow
down, sweetie. Everything's fine. Yes, Madame is safe and sound.
As for the bandages, Marchand shot you in the arm, and the oompas performed an operation to remove the bullet. You’re
fine. You just need sleep.
Madame *walks in* Ah there's our girl!
*walks over, places her hand over Manouche's and Willy's, gives her bright smile* How are you feeling love?
Manouche: I'll be fine, Madame, luv.
*brings their hands up, kisses them* ... I'm ... I'm thankful t' ye both fer what ye did today. I would've been
back at that 'orrible place if it 'adn't been fer th' pair o' ye ... an' Malachi, bless 'im fer givin' ye that concoction
o' his. *grins* We'll 'ave to make a big fuss over 'im fer it. Embarrass th' hell outta him ... *laughs,
then leans back* Reckon I am a bit weak, at that ... think I'll sleep awhile ... *voice trails off, she slips into unconsciousness
again*
Madame *smiles, turns to
Willy* I'm getting tired myself. Perhaps we should go, too.
Willy: Well I'm sure
you’re exhausted, love. The twins probably took the most out of ya. *places hand on her stomach, leans in
and talks to them* Didn’t you? Did you guys wear mommy out? I know you did. You guys are gonna
be menaces when you come, won’t you? But daddy will still be proud! Yes he will!
Madame *grins, rolls eyes*
Come on, lets go to bed. *takes his hand, they both go to bed for the night*
At the lockup:
Leader: Are you sure about this? I would think …
Marchand: Yes, I’m sure. Don’t question me.
Leader: It’s just that … well, I’d rather hoped you would agree with my suggestion that you possess
one of the Shadows …
Shadows *voices buzz incoherently,
in protest*
Marchand *sneers* I usually have great admiration for you, sir, but that was a singularly stupid idea. As if I would have anything to gain by possessing one of … those …
*Shadows buzz again; Leader
silences them with a sharp look*
Leader *sighs* I know it wasn’t the idea solution, but … I’m afraid the one you’ve chosen may
bring problems you cannot foresee.
Marchand: That would be true with anyone, wouldn’t it? It’s
a risk that goes with the territory. Still, on first impression, I’ll say
this one feels quite good … strong, robust … I have a feeling this bloke has a very healthy constitution. *smirks* I can tell he’s an opportunist,
as well. He’ll do just fine in Nate’s body, I imagine.
Leader *arches brow* If I didn’t know better, I would say you’re concerned about him.
Marchand *threateningly* Watch your tongue. Merely an observation. I must admit, I’ll rather miss Commander Portsmith. The looks I got around town in her form, remarkable! Seems everyone fears her to some extent, except
the Vice Mayor. And I had never possessed a female subject before. Normally,
I would never have even considered it, had it not been the best opportunity available to me at the time … I would've
had reservations, the weaker sex, and all. Much to my surprise and relief,
I found the Commander to be freakishly strong …
Leader: Shh! I believe she’s coming to. *hears Portsmith moaning slightly* We’d best make ourselves
scarce. Come, let’s go to that hideout of yours. And don’t worry … *he adds as he senses Marchand’s annoyance* … I know you figured
you would’ve been there long ago with the Dreamer. That time will come. Just be patient.
*They leave the lockup. In one cell, Portsmith, who has been returned to her body, is just stirring, starting
to wake up. Nate lies completely unconscious in the other cell, possessed by
someone new. The door to the Security building opens … and due to the late
hour, not a soul is on the streets to see the Leader and two of his Shadows exit the building and walk down the steps to the
street … followed closely by Jaime/Marchand.*
At Kidd’s
House:
Kidd *having received a message, opens and
reads the contents.*
Captain, I am pleased to be able to report to you that all of your recommendations
have been incorporated into the new W.I.T.C.H. articles and unanimously passed.
The leadership committee has been formed, and the contract you requested to be drawn up is nearing completion. We, the future leaders of Tortuga, will freely and gratefully consent to the annexation
of our island as far as taxes and tariffs imposed by the proper authorities, as well as your personal percentage in return
for any and all assistance in bringing our organization into power. We trust
that you have made progress with the authorities of Deppville. We await your
reply.
Kidd *stunned*
I don't believe it. How could they possibly have moved so fast?
At Manouche and
Blake’s house:
Abberline *rushes in, doesn't
notice Malachi but looks at Godley with concern* I heard you were in Marchand's
company, and I feared the worst ...
Godley *still somewhat
dizzy* I am fine, you really shouldn't worry about me, but Marchand has both
Willy and Manouche, and they’re headed towards the chocolate factory...
Abberline *sighs* We were late. We would have been here
in time if that Dimitri hadn't kept us so long at the Office. Wonder if he did
that deliberately?
Godley: You can make up for it and hurry to the Chocolate Factory.
Abberline: Can I leave you here?
Godley: Of course not. I am coming with you. You must not get anywhere near Marchand. *to the others* To the Chocolate Factory, it is.
At the Wonkas’
factory:
*Knock at the door of the
factory. Oompa answers it, is surprised to see Abberline, Blake, Raven, Godley and Malachi*
Oompa: Ah, Mr. Blake,
they were expecting you. Master and Madame have retired for the evening, but they said to let you come in, they knew
you would want to see Manouche.
Blake *looks at him, concerned*
See her? Wh-what do you mean … she an’ Willy are here, they’re safe? What about …
Oompa: Marchand is
gone. Madame was most resourceful … well, we all were. *smiles modestly* Unfortunately, Manouche got
shot in the confusion, but she’ll be all right, she’s resting comfortably. We’re unsure of Marchand’s
whereabouts at this point …
Blake *interrupts him* Shot!
Take me to her, please …
*Oompa leads them to Manouche’s
room, where she lies asleep. They enter as quietly as they can; Blake rushes to her side, takes her hand in his, looks
at her anxiously, murmuring her name. The others approach slowly*
Malachi *looks very concerned,
but speaks calmly* Don't worry, Blake, she's gonna be okay. *looks at Raven, who’s staring, pale*
Take it easy, kid … did you sense any of this?
Raven *shakes head*
She’s been working to shut me out … she’s trying to protect me … I only knew she was in trouble.
*walks around to other side of bed, takes Manouche’s other hand*
Manouche *slowly wakes
up, looks from Raven to Blake, smiles* Blimey, this is a lovely awakenin’ … m’ love … an’
lil’ mate … *looks up, sees the others, starts to remember* Oh … Sergeant, are ye sound, mate?
That were quite a blow y’ received from tha’ bastard …
Blake *squeezes her hand,
brushes hair back from her face* Shhh, honey, don’t talk too much right now, save your strength. *turns to the others* He’s still out there … he’ll pay for this.
At the lockup:
Mr. Black *to Corso* Now, if you would be so kind as to lead us to the Commander. *They
walk beside Abberline's door, look at the name plate and nod to each other with raised eyebrows as Corso walks them to the
Commander's Office and knocks at the door. No answer. He opens the door to an empty office*
Corso:
Er … she doesn't seem to be here, perhaps you could return later ... tomorrow, eh?
*Mr. Black and Mr. Brown take their seats*
Mr. Brown:
We will wait here. Find her. Don't
even think about running away. *Immediately after Corso's departure, Mr. Brown
gets up, exits the office and goes to Abberline's office. Mr. Black waits patiently,
leafing through one of the Commander’s magazines. He is not much impressed
by 'Spectacular Uniforms'.*
*Finally, Corso enters the Lockup and meets
with an odd view: Nate, locked up in one cell, and instead of Abberline, Commander
Portsmith and Constable Crane in the other. Portmsith is still stunned and giddy,
beginning to realize that she's in her own body again*
Corso *quickly unlocking the door with his
keys* What happened?
Portsmith *stepping out and brushing her
uniform, frowning at its dismal state* Never you mind that, Dean. *The imperial and menacing look she directs at Corso makes Corso drop all other enquiries as for the moment*
Corso:
Uh, there's some trouble. Two men ...
They are from the Order and they are waiting for you in your office.
Portsmith *unnerved* So soon? Well, let's go and meet them. And Corso, if you ever mention to anyone what you saw today, you are a dead man. And I want you to find Inspector Abberline.
At the Wonkas’
factory:
Godley: Don't you worry
about me, fortunately it was just a hit on me thick head. You better lie still
and rest now. *to Blake * Marchand sure is going to pay for this, Blake, and it will be quite a bill for him to pay.
Abberline *who has
remained at the door, quietly* He should not have done that. *after a longish pause* I am at a loss at what to do now. At
least, you all now are safe here in the factory for the night. It would also
be wise for you to stay, Godley.
Godley: For me to stay? And what are you going to do, Inspector?
Abberline *hesitates* I think I am going home.
Godley *raising his eyebrows*
Home? You all of a sudden remember
you have one? You could also stay here. And
you have my keys.
Abberline: No I want to
go home. *glancing at Raven, who still is holding Manouche's hand, turns to go,
but hesitates, frowning.*
Malachi *eyes Abberline
intently* Y’know, Inspector, you could come to my place, as well. *looks around at the others, scratches
his head* It’s been a long, very strange day … just wondering if it’s such a good idea for any of
us to be alone at this point. *shrugs* Just a feeling I have. *looks at Manouche, is relieved as she nods
understandingly, knowing the worth of the “feelings” the two of them get from time to time*
Raven: Father, may
I come with you? Wherever you go?
Manouche *laughs*
It appears ye ‘ave a multitude o’ choices bein’ thrown yer way, Inspector. Ye can take Raven an’
go back to our place, as well. What everyone's tryin' t' say, is, ye don’t have to pass th’ night on
yer onesies, mate. But if it’s what ye prefer … *squeezes Raven’s hand* … well, we’ll
all respect that. Savvy?
Abberline: Thank you for the offer, Malachi, but you should stay here. *smiles
at Raven, relieved that he didn't have to ask and get a refusal* Come with me.
I do have a home, despite what Sergeant Godley here says. I know how devoted
you are to Manouche, but there's nothing else now we can do for her than let her rest, here with Blake. She will be better in the morning when we'll come back. And
Marchand is not after me, so my house is safe.
Godley: For goodness sake, Inspector, you can't take the
kid there!
Abberline: Why?
Godley: It's an abandoned warehouse, that's what it is. You don't even
have anything to feed him with.
Abberline: We will stop at Grape's and get something. I will see you in
the morning. *to Raven* Are you
with me?
Raven *looks at Manouche* Do you need me to do anything for you?
Manouche *smiles* Ye did fine, lil’ mate. Ye fetched
everyone, jus’ like I asked. S’like we ‘ad our own cavalry,
innit? No, ye go with yer dad. I
jus’ need t’ sleep awhile. An’ I have Mr. Blake ‘ere
with me. *glances at Blake, who’s still holding her hand, looking down
at it; her smile fades as she senses his anger*
Raven *leans over and kisses
her* We’ll be back in the morning.
*walks over to Godley, holds out hand to shake* I’m glad you’re
all right, sir. *Godley shakes his hand, amused.
Raven then goes to Malachi, grins* I told you Manouche said those feathers
were lucky.
Malachi *grins back* Okay, kid, I’ll hang onto it. Go
get some rest, take care of your dad.
Raven *nods solemnly, then
goes to Abberline.* Let’s go home, Father. *looks up at him, smiles*
At the Wonkas’ factory:
*Manouche, Blake and Malachi
sit up talking a little longer, Blake on the bed next to Manouche, his arms around her, Malachi in the chair next to her bed.
Godley has fallen asleep sprawled on the small couch across the room*
Manouche *nods toward Godley*
He were so brave, y’should’ve seen ‘im. He jumped right at Marchand without hesitation. Blimey,
I was so scared …
Malachi: I don’t
suppose we have any way of knowing where Marchand went from here.
Manouche *shakes head*
I ‘ave no idea. Reckon we jus’ keep lookin’ fer Portsmith. *pauses* It were a lucky thing,
weren’t it, Malachi ... Willy comin’ to ye fer that potion awhile back. If ye hadn’t given it to him,
an’ if he hadn’t been able t’ communicate with Madame because of it … he an’ I would most likely
be at Marchand's mercy by now. *shivers, Blake holds her closer* Y’ helped save our lives, mate.
Malachi *coughs*
Hell, that was just a lucky break. *pulls out cigarettes, lights one*
Manouche: An’
it were a lucky break, th’ way ye kept watch outside our house, knowin’ we was in danger ... instead o’
runnin’ back to From Hell Court, which would’ve been the far more sensible choice. *smiles* An’
it were a lucky break, all these years, th’ way ye been keepin’ an eye on me, knowin’ what I’d been
through in me childhood … knowin’ from yer own similar experience, as it were. *reaches out, touches his
arm* Why did y’ never tell me, mate?
Malachi *shrugs, avoiding
her gaze* I – I don’t know. Didn’t see much percentage in it. Sometimes it’s easier
to deal with painful memories by not talking about ‘em. *glances at her, sees tears in her eyes; looks down at
floor, smoking. Shakes her hand off his arm, speaks in a gruff voice* Anyway, what choice did I have but to keep
an eye on you? All the trouble you’ve caused me, practically from day one! One deal after another in Fiji, shot to hell, thanks to your interference.
God knows what would’ve happened if you’d actually been trying to sabotage me! Damn Gypsy.
Manouche *smiles*
Aye, that’s a very good point ye make, luv. I can easily see why ye were motivated t’ leave yer own turf,
yer stompin’ grounds, so t’ speak, an’ come all th’ way to Deppville to keep a closer watch on me
an’ me activities. When it comes to th’ trouble I’m capable of inflictin’ upon yer enterprises,
I reckon Deppville an’ Fiji may as well share a bloody border.
Malachi: Far-reaching
consequences from you, to be sure. *runs hand through hair, looks at her, smiles* Besides, Alifi would have my
head if I left you in the lurch, wouldn’t she? That’s all I would need. Your bad karma combined with
her temper, all aimed at me. Wouldn’t stand a chance. *finishes his cigarette, stands up.* I’m
going to explore a little, see if I can find a drink in this museum. *waves an arm around the room* This place
is insane, you could put my whole apartment in the Manouche suite. *leans down, kisses her cheek* You …
you don’t look so hot, I bet you could use a drink yourself. I’ll bring something back for all of us.
*looks at Blake, winks* Take care of her, mate. Didn’t I tell you once you’d have your hands full,
casting your lot with her? *grins, leaves room*
Manouche: I reckon
I could’ve told him that all ye ‘ave to do ‘ere is pick up a phone, an’ them oompas’ll bring
ye anything ye desire. But I think he wants to ‘ave a look around. *turns to smile at Blake, looks at him,
concerned* Penny fer yer thoughts, love.
Blake *brooding over thoughts
of revenge, pushes them aside, tries to smile* That’s about all they’re worth, honey. Are …
are you sure you’re all right, can I get you anything?
Manouche *leans against
him contentedly* Don’t ye dare leave, Mr. William Blake. I need you, that’s all I need. *nods
toward shoulder* This ain’t so bad. I’ve ‘ad worse, back in me active piratin’ days.
No worries, I’ll be good as new soon. *pauses, adds softly* Don’t underestimate Marchand, my love.
Willy did, an’ look what it almost cost ‘im. Blimey, if Madame were t’ find out what he were tryin’
to do … she mus’ never know. *turns to look at Blake, kisses him* There are ways t’ deal with
Marchand. We jus’ ‘ave to find th’ right way, is all. Savvy?
Blake *looks at her, brings
a hand to her face, kisses her deeply* Okay, honey … I savvy. We’ll figure it out. *smiles reassuringly; she
turns back around, snuggles up against him, in his arms. His smile fades as he continues with his angry thoughts toward Marchand*
On The Apparition:
Dimitri *Enters Kat's cabin aboard the Apparition. He
knows she will soon return and she'll be alone. He regrets the impulse that led
him to hire Jaime. It was outright treachery of the kind that Marchand himself
would have resorted to. It was wrong. He
had to be honest with all concerned or he was no better than the Shadows. He
would wait here for Kat and reason with her.*
*Notices an open gift box, beside it a card, on the table.
The card reads: With all my love, Ichy. Dimitri frowns, picks up the empty box and sees a vision of the pendant and Kat receiving
it. He also remembers overhearing a conversation between Manouche and Ichy about
this pendant that Manouche had, in fact, designed, and is both saddened and relieved at the same time.*
Dimitri *sighs* She
wants more than anything a man who truly understands her, and because of this pendant she thinks she's found him. Unfortunately, it is up to me to destroy her illusion.
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