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At the Wonkas’ factory:
Alifi *stands before the
factory, carrying a couple of bags. She nods, steps up to the main door, rings
the bell. An oompa answers the door, looks at her questioningly*
Alifi *smiles pleasantly* Good evening, sir. May I please see Willy
or Madame? Tell them it’s Alifi, I’m a close friend to Manouche. *she digs in a pocket, produces cocoa beans dusted with fine powdered Mexican chocolate,
holds them out to oompa. His eyes spark briefly at the special beans; he raises
his eyebrows, takes them, looks at her very approvingly. He ushers her inside,
takes one of her bags, leads her over to a settee in the foyer. She nods* Thank you very much. *he bows, smiles,
and leaves to fetch Madame; Alifi waits quietly, drumming her fingers on top of the bag on her lap*
Madame: *approaches in her
long, flowing black dress, carrying Will, patting his back* Can I help you ... Alifi?
Alifi *stands up, smiles
gently* Ahh, Madame, I get to meet you at last!
I don’t know if Manouche has told you of me. I’m an old, dear
friend of hers … I knew her in Fiji years ago. She and I have recently
spent much time together while I’ve instructed her in the use of her many gifts, some of which I know she has used to
help you, Willy, and the children. She’s told me so much about you, I feel
as if I know you. *she looks at Will, nods*
This is William, isn’t it? Manouche and Blake’s godson. *smiles at the surprise in Madame’s face, then grows serious* Madame … I may as well come straight to the point. I’m
here to take Manouche’s place for a little while, to help take care of the children … probably just a few days. A situation has come up that requires her full attention. She regrets having to do it this way, so suddenly and without warning to you or Willy … but it is
a matter of life and death, and it’s something she must do alone, except for very exclusive assist. You and Willy cannot help her with this. I promise you, I
can be trusted. *she digs in a pocket, brings forth a letter and a coin, holds
them out to Madame* She wrote this brief note, and she said to show you this
coin. Do you remember the coins she gave you last Christmas? One for each of you, and she had the other remaining matching one?
She gave it to me to show you, so you would know she sent me. I promise
you, Madame, I’ll care for the children with my life, just as she would. Will
you trust her and me both, and allow her to do what she needs to do?
Madame: *shifts Will in her
arms, shocked at what she's hearing, trying to compose words* Well....but. ..Willy's not here...neither is Blake....or.
..oh dear. *looks down at Alifi's open hand, eyes grow wide, she snaps her fingers quickly, an oompa appears to assist her
immediately* Take Will....put him in the pen with Chase and Jacob. *takes two cocoa beans ot of a side pocket
in her dress, gives them to him, he places them in his pocket, carefully takes Will and walks away, Madame turns back
to Alifi* I...I....yes we do have the coins, one is still locked away, the other is going to be a necklace for me.
Where is Manouche? What does that letter say?
Alifi *looks at her sympathetically* I’m so sorry, my dear. *motions
her over to the settee.* Come, sit down.
*they sit down together* I know how distressing this must be. *pauses* I’m not exactly sure where she is right now,
but she’s in good hands. She’s frightened, but she’s got more
strength inside her than even she realizes sometimes, and it’s being put to very good use now. She knows what she’s doing. *she looks at Madame for
a moment, then smiles* She told me you would react this way at first, but that
you would quickly get ahold of yourself and take charge. She said … *imitates
Manouche* “no worries, luv, Madame’ll seem flummoxed at first, but she runs that house, ye’ll see! Jus’ don’t tell Willy. He’d
be bloody miffed if he thought he weren’t th’ final say, as it were.”
*she laughs* She also said that I should remind you that one of your biggest challenges is to be patient, and
that this will be a real test for you, but she knows you'll pass it with flying colors. *she hands Madame the note and
coin.* Here, my dear, read the note for yourself …
Dearest brother and sister,
Please trust Alifi. Willy will recall her name from when I went to Fiji
some time ago, to learn how to fight Marchand. She’s my mentor, she’s
as much family to me as you both, I've known her more years than I can remember, and I love her dearly. I swear on pain
of death, you can trust her with your lives, as well as the childrens’. Apologies
for my disappearing act – I know you’ll understand and forgive when I tell you it’s to save the life of
my William Blake. It’s a situation I must deal with on my own – this
is not like previous instances, where I was merely trying to protect you. Your
involvement, well intended though I know it would be, could result in my love’s death.
I haven’t time to explain, or to even write more at this time. Please
please be patient, understand, and allow Alifi to help in my stead. There is
no one better, I assure you; she is a queen. With any luck, Mr. Blake and I will
be back within a few days, and all will be sound. Please pray for us,
All my love, frère bien-aimés et soeur,
Manouche
Madame *wipes away tears,
nods at Manouche's note, composes herself* I know she'll do the right thing. *pauses* It's her brother I'm
worried about. He's very bull-headed Alifi. It may be a time where I have to stand up and stop him. *checks
her watch* Where have they been anyway? Everyone left! No note or anything! Oh when I get a hold of him..
*Meanwhile, Willy and Raven
just reach the factory gates*
Willy *pauses, looks down
at Raven* She's gonna have our heads for this one, boy.
Raven Whadda mean Mr.
Wonka?
Willy *looks at his
pocket watch, notices its rather late* Oh I can feel it now. Madame's gonna
be furious with the both of us. No note, and we're just getting home. *Raven’s
eyes grow big in fear* I'm doin’ that look too, boy. Come on, let's
go face the wicked wife of the wonka … *giggles, they slowly make their way to the main door*
Alifi *looks over toward
the door before a sound is heard* Ahh, here they come now, dear. *Madame raises an eyebrow at Alifi, wondering how she knows; sure enough, seconds later the door opens,
and Willy and Raven enter*
Raven *sees Alifi, smiles,
then smile quickly fades* I … I was hopin’ it wasn’t true …
but I heard Manouche crying …
Alifi *holds out her arms,
Raven comes to her, hugs her* Raven … I’m afraid it’s true,
love. But no worries, she’ll have assist, and she’s very resourceful. She has great gifts and powers, she’ll do the best she can. She helped save your father, now, didn’t she? *Raven
sniffs, she pats his back, then holds him out and takes a good look at him. She
beams at him* My, my, look how you’re growing up … I see a lot of
your mother in you, but you have your father’s eyes … and though there’s no blood between you and True
Dreamer, her influence shows in the way you carry yourself. She is very proud
of you, little dreamer. *she kisses his cheek*
Now, let’s keep strong, and know Manouche will be successful. Savvy? I’ll be staying here, you can come see me anytime you want, if your parents
don’t mind, that is. *she smiles at him, then looks up, holds out a hand
to Willy* Willy, I’m Alifi … I’m so glad to finally meet you
…
Willy *shakes her hand* I've heard much about you Alifi, you’re quite wise. *turns to Madame,
who has stood up and is glaring at both of them*
Madame: Stand straight
the two of you! Spines vertical! *both Willy and Raven stand straight, arms at their sides, Madame walks to Willy*
Where HAVE you been William Wonka?! Do you KNOW what time it is?
Willy: Yes, love, I do. I was … well … saving Manouche from getting herself into more trouble.
Madame *arches brow* I believe Alifi, you and I will discuss that later.
*takes a step left to Raven* And where have YOU been Mr. Raven?
Raven: I was ... saving
Mr. Wonka from getting in more trouble while he was savin' Manouche from getting into more trouble. *smiles slightly,
then sighs* An' ... I was trying to find my parents. But they're okay now ... no worries. *gives Madame
the big eyes that he happens to know melt her heart* M-may I stay here tonight? Mother's staying with Father at
the hospital ...
Alifi *smiles, then looks
at Madame* I'll be happy to look after him, love.
Madame *stares at him
intently, weakens a little with his look* I was actually going to insist on that.
Now … *points to the door* You march your butt up to that suite, take your
bath, and get ready for bed. Understand?
Alifi: Come, Raven,
I'll come with you. I want to hear about ... everything you saw. *she looks at Willy and Madame, nods* I
knew we would be able to count on you. Manouche said as much. Thank you for understanding. I think we should
all get some rest. Willy, have Cameron put the car away, you totally forgot about it. Madame ... your bookmark
fell out of your book when you went to the nursery, but no worries ... you left off on page 47. Very exciting part of
the story, too. *she smiles, picks up one of her bags, and an oompa appears without summoning, to take the second bag
-- the same oompa that had let her in earlier. She beams at him, gives him more of the dusted cocoa beans; he bows,
takes her bag, leads the way to the stairs. She glances back at Willy and Madame, hides a grin as they stare at her
in amazement; winks at them, and she and Raven follow the oompa upstairs to Manouche and Blake's suite.*
Willy:
*turns to Madame, pointing to where Alifi just left* Did you ...
Madame
*nods* Uh huh ..
Willy: But she...
Madame: I know...
Willy
*shakes head* Guess that’s something we'll have to talk about with her
tomorrow. *stands in front of her, places his hands on her hips* But in the meantime.... *their foreheads touch
one another* The children are sleeping, Alifi has Raven, and Manouche and Blake are gone. *grins*
Madame
*wraps her arms around his neck* I dunno Willy, you've gotten into a lot of trouble lately. *brushes his lips with hers
just slightly*
Willy
*a shiver runs down his spine, his eyes blaze a purple color* Well I think that
deserves some kind of punishment don't you think?
Madame
*arches brow, her eyes blaze a blue color* Are you insisting upon something, Mr. Wonka?
Willy: I believe so, Mrs. Wonka. *walks her backwards until she’s against the wall,
kisses her passionately, their world appears around them, everything fades into white, he stops, looks at her with passion
in his eyes, the room appears again*
Madame
*tightens her grip on his back* Take me back to our heaven, my love. *Willy
smiles, kisses her again, lifts her up and carries her into their bedroom, shutting and locking the door behind them*
At the Hospital:
*Early morning at the hospital. Two nurses are doing their round on floor two, they stop in front of room 15*
1st
Nurse *pales with fright as she looks at the name of the patient in her papers* Don't
go in there!
2nd Nurse *gripping the door handle* Why not? I must check on the patient, you know. You can't be afraid
of Mr. Abberline? He looked quite cute to me when I checked on him and brought
the extra bed for his wife.
1st Nurse: It's the wife who worries me. You were not there when she was brought for examination earlier.
2nd Nurse: She didn't look very dangerous to me. But
I got to admit that it was a little odd to see that she has a sword.
1st Nurse:
A sword! You know, I got to go now ... Flying objects were bad enough
but a sword. *turns hastily, first walks, the runs away*
2nd Nurse *looks
baffled after her, opens the door a little warily and peeks in. The room is quiet,
so she dares to walk to in, takes a peek at the heart monitor, which seems to be okay, beeping peacefully and steadily, she
looks at the printouts and noticed that there is a strange sudden leap, looks at it baffled, but as it is the only anomaly
she just makes a note of it, then she goes to the bed. The patient seems to be
doing fine, he's sleeping peacefully, with a hint of a smile on his lips – holding tight his wife, whose sword lies
on the floor. The extra bed is pushed on the other side of the room, unused. The nurse smiles* Lucky man, it's so
rare to see such devotion, such unselfish love and caring nowadays. I bet they
never quarrel like me and Bill.
At From Hell Court:
Commander Portsmith *is doing
her rounds on the dens of From Hell Court. She prefers to collect the protection
money from the owners herself, it is a good way of keeping up with what is happening and she doesn't have to be worried anyone
pocketing part of the money. Every penny is needed for the statue fund since
she had to invest a big part on Dr. Rainey's research*
Portsmith *knocks on a tavern door, and when she gets no answer
kicks the door twice* Open up, I know you are there!
New owner *comes
to the door vexed* You going to pay for that door, missus ... *sees who it is,
gulps* Commander Portsmith. Uh …
didn't recognize …
Portsmith: Where's that slimeball of a man?
New
owner: You mean Alfie? He sold this
place to me, he noted all of a sudden that he had a loud and clear singing voice and joined the church choir. Nice soprano he had, didn't know before.
Portsmith: Just
give me the money and stop that rubbish.
At Malachi’s apartment:
Malachi *has pulled up a
chair to the side of the couch, sits watching Manouche anxiously. She had wept
bitterly, told him the many things that had been happening, leading up to Blake’s disappearance, and she had shown him
the note from Loralee. Now she lies somewhere between sleep and unconsciousness,
and Malachi occasionally puts a cool, damp cloth to her face and forehead. He
sits back, lights a cigarette, thinks about everything she told him. He wonders
if they can trust Loralee to keep to her own bargain, even if they agree to do as she says.
He had told Manouche he would be willing, which brought forth a whole new wave of tears from her, saying she would
never allow him to sacrifice himself, there must be another way. He tried to
tell her they should do it, that he figured he would find a way to escape … hell, he’d been in tough situations
before, he should be able to escape a few lousy vamps. But truth be told, of
all the strange supernatural experiences he has had in his piracy career throughout the south seas, he is particularly fearful
of vampires. Odd, because vampires weren’t necessarily the worst or scariest
thing he had come across … but he had managed to retain a particular phobia about them.
Still, despite his fear, he had offered to go along with whatever they needed to do to get Blake back, and he had offered
without hesitation. He now gazes at Manouche fondly; shakes his head with a slight
annoyance* Damn Gypsy, how is it you manage to bring out that disgusting noble streak in me?
*He thinks back when he first
saw her, in Fiji, when they were both involved in their own separate schemes; he more of a land
pirate, she more at home on the sea. She was so young, so different from anyone
he'd seen before. She had caused him trouble almost from the start, always in
the wrong place at the wrong time, somehow managing to profit from his failures without it being out-and-out stealing from
him; which is what made it so blasted confounding. Still, even during the times
he was certain he would throttle her the very next time he saw her, he had to admire her skills, her spirit, and her humor,
which made it dashed hard to remain angry with her. Sometimes they were even
amicable, finding themselves at the same pubs or parties through mutual friends, and they would share stories and pints, and
get on quite famously. Those were the times he would suddenly notice her beauty,
her quick wit, and the way she, unaware, tended to attract the eyes of men when she entered a room … often just as quickly
losing their interest by tripping on a loose floorboard, or spilling rum on the most ill-tempered scallywag in the room. Followed immediately by her silver-tongued apologies, as she talked her way out of
the scrape, freshening the offended party’s drink, hastily drying him off with one of her own multitude of scarves or
sashes … and more often than not lifting the poor sod’s coin purse while she was at it, him none the wiser. Every now and then Malachi came close to romantic involvement with her, but it never
quite happened between them, which was probably just as well, considering how at odds they were in so many other situations. Then eventually, he learned that they shared the gift of the dreamer … and he
learned of her past, her tragedy at the hands of the Order, losing a twin sibling, just as he had. After that,
he didn’t react so violently, didn’t threaten quite so noisily when she got in his way. He lost track of her for awhile … then they both wound up here, in Deppville. And now, here they were*
*He looks at her, curled
up on his couch, stirring uneasily now and then, her dark hair falling around her pretty face … and he suddenly feels
that he can’t recall a time he didn’t know her. He’s surprised
to find himself longing to take her in his arms and kiss her, caress her … she had been so heartbroken earlier, when
she had appeared at his door. His heart had gone out to her, much like it had
when he had come to her house not long ago and broken the news to her that the Order wasn’t finished with them yet. There had been previous occasions through the years when he had desired her, wondered
what it would be like to be with her, though it never happened … but this was different.
He shakes his head as if to clear it* Idiot. *Nevertheless, he gently reaches over, pushes some of the hair out of her face, strokes her cheek. He sighs, stands up, goes to kitchen to pour himself a drink. As he’s coming back to her, he hears her moan, and stir a bit.
He hurries back to his seat, peers at her carefully* Manouche? How’re you feeling? *her eyes flutter open, she looks
startled; he takes one of her hands* Shh, it’s okay … take it easy. Can I get you a drink?
Manouche *nods, slowly sits
up* Aye … cheers, mate. *he
goes back to kitchen, pours out some rum, brings it back to her, sits down. She
drinks it slowly, then looks at him* Was … was I talkin’ in me sleep?
Malachi: No. You were mumbling a little, but I couldn’t understand
anything you were saying. Did you dream … did you see something?
Manouche: Aye, that I did. I think I may know who can help us. Not that … *she adds hurriedly* … not that ye ‘ave to be involved,
luv. I … I think I can do this without puttin’ ye in danger. *lowers her eyes* Seems like everyone
who spends more’n ten minutes with me winds up in ‘arm’s way sooner or later. Reckon ye was right years ago, when ye said I were born under a bad sign … *takes another drink*
Malachi: Ah, shut it. *grins*
You wouldn’t be you if you weren’t trouble. *grows serious* You know I won’t let you go through this alone.
We’re the couple in that painting we saw, right? Danielle and LaCroix. *lifts his glass, clinks it against hers; they both drink* So … who can help us?
Manouche: Gili. It all come t’ me, I don’t know if it were
vision or dream, but there it was. Blimey, I ain’t seen him in awhile,
I hope he’ll be willin’ to assist. *finishes her drink, hand trembling
slightly*
Malachi: Y’want another one?
Manouche *shakes head* N-no, I … I think I want t’ try an’ sleep a little longer. I’m … I’m so tired. An
I feel … *she hesitates, then looks at him*
Malachi … yer gonna think I’m daft, but … would ye mind holdin’ me fer awhile, mate? Jus’ till I fall asleep … I’m so … so …
Malachi: You don’t have to explain. *he drains his glass, sets
it down, sits at the end of the couch, leaning on the arm. She stretches out,
lies against him, he wraps his arms around her, takes one of her hands, brings it up to his lips, kisses it* Get some sleep, trouble girl.
Manouche: Ch-cheers, mate … *swallows at a wave of loneliness and
longing for Blake, and horror at the thought of him being held captive by Loralee. She
starts to tremble, begins to sob again; and Malachi tightens his arms around her, tries to soothe her, his face dark, his
thoughts toward Loralee running murderous. The more he sees Manouche suffer,
the more certain he is that he’s at long last ready to conquer his phobia of vampires … *
At Portsmith’s office:
*Morning
at Portsmith's Office, Portsmith is leafing through some papers pretending to read them, but she glances now and then to the
door and at her new gold watch set with rubies, finally she sees that Sergeant Godley appears* Godley, immediately to my office!
Godley:
Yes, Commander. If you are waiting
for my report, I'll have them ready by noon...
Portsmith: Shut up you
fool and tell me where Kat is. I want her brought to the office immediately,
the bloody pirate, I got some unfinished business with her. *crushes the papers
she has in her hands* I want her locked up. She's even
worse than Manouche. Bloody cheating wench!
Godley *innocently* I wouldn't know where she is, Commander. Probably
at her ship, where else could she be?
Portsmith: Well then go and find
her! I know she isn't there! How about Bournemouth House?
Godley
*grins* So you have heard the good news too, Commander. How nice of you to wish her well in her new life in person. I
suppose that's why you want her here, to bury the hatchet. To congratulate her
upon the marriage to Inspector Abberline.
Portsmith: I'll greet her with
a sword. And I'll be delighted to bury the hatchet, too.
Godley: I would be against that very much. Surely
not even you would fight with a pregnant woman. That might harm the Inspector's
baby.
Portsmith *red with anger* You don't know whose baby that is. She's a pirate.
Godley: No, I
don't know, but I believe it's enough that the Inspector knows.
Portsmith: She's
just lying and thieving! *gets up and glares at Godley, who quickly wipes the
grin from his face* He had no right to marry just like that! An officer of law can't be married to a pirate. I will cancel
that unfortunate marriage and give that lying pirate wench what she deserves!
Godley: I
don't think there is a law against the Inspector marrying anyone he wishes.
Portsmith *picks up a heavy book, menacingly*
There is. My law. GET OUT AND FETCH
HER! *throws the book at him, but Godley, anticipating it, slinks out and the
book hits the door and smashes the 5th century stained glass window she recently bought from a church at Ravenna. She glares at the glass shards* She'll pay for that, too.
At Arizona Dream Studio:
Manouche and Malachi *arrive
at the studio, approach the front door. Manouche glances across the way to the
other end of the property, at her house … her and Blake’s house … Malachi puts his arm around her shoulders
comfortingly, guides her up to the front door of the studio. Before they can
ring the bell, the door opens and Gili stands before them*
Gili: Come in. I’ve been expecting you. *he leads them through the reception area of the studio, down a hallway that leads to some of the recording
facilities, they pass the lounge, rehearsal spaces … they climb a stairway to the living area, which Gili and Pam share. They cross through a large, comfortable living room with a great stone fireplace,
off to a small corridor that leads to other rooms. He brings them into a room
that serves as something like a study for him, closes the door behind them. The
room is cozy, has a view of the river, and is furnished simply but comfortably, in Native American style. Manouche and Malachi sit down on a small, low sofa, and Gili pulls an armchair closer to them. He looks at Manouche, shakes his head* First it’s a
necromancer, now it’s a vampire. You seem to be a magnet for the misfits
of the world, dreamer. *he smiles slightly, his voice kind*
Manouche *suddenly remembers
Abberline’s stinging words, nods, lowers her eyes* Aye … I’m
their patron saint, as it were. *she looks up at him* So, me vision weren’t wrong? Ye can assist? What can we do? I can’t ‘ave Malachi jus’
give himself over … but there’s no bargainin’ with ‘er, either …
Gili: There are some things we can do. Nothing is guaranteed, but
… we can arm Malachi with weapons that could allow him to escape them unharmed, after the swap is made. The trouble with this scheme is that it’s difficult to know which weapons will work. Vampires differ, and vary in their strengths and weaknesses. There
are no universal truths about them, seemingly. As you’ve seen, Loralee
is not necessarily completely limited to activities after sundown only. And she’s
impervious to the crucifix … at least, some crucifixes. There may be some
that would work their preventive magic on her, but there’s no way of knowing for sure.
We’ve also learned that she’s completely repelled by white roses, which doesn’t hold true for other
vampires. The vampire is one of the most difficult phenomena to fight because
of all these inconsistencies. *looks at Malachi*
That is probably why you have a particular aversion to them. Very sensible.
Malachi *startled* How’d you know … *shakes his head, avoids Manouche’s stare* Look, it’s no big deal, really. I’ll be fine with
doing this. I know, a phobia can cause you to freeze in bad situations sometimes
… but that’s not going to happen with me. *finally looks at Manouche,
then back to Gili, snaps impatiently* Unreasonable fear be hanged. We’ll get him back … an’ I’ll destroy those monsters.
Gili: It’s hardly an unreasonable fear. *he looks at Malachi
for what seems like a long time, as if appraising him. He finally nods, satisfied* You have a cool steadiness about you, and you’re no fool. You’re wise enough to admit your fears, and strong enough to know the ones you can face with the
most success. If I didn’t know better … I would guess you were of
our blood. *smiles* And you have
the dreamer about you, as well, which gives you enough heart to balance the cool head.
Yes, I think you can do this. We’ll spend some time preparing you. I’ve been doing some research, and I think I’ve found two weapons in particular
that are most likely to prove successful. As I said before, there are no guarantees
… *he looks carefully at Malachi once again* … but I see you’re willing to take that risk. *he looks at Manouche* Your friend is a very brave man.
Manouche: I know. *puts her hand over Malachi’s* Gili … how did ye know about all this, mate? I were
all prepared t’ fill ye in, an’ here ye are, up t’ speed as it were, an’ already providin’ answers. I know ye ‘ave yer ways o’ knowin’ things … Kat told me ye
informed her o’ th’ Inspector’s betrayal of me, an’ I don’t know how ye could’ve known
that.
Gili: You have the same tools, dreamer … I’ve just been using them longer, is all. *he pauses, then looks at her sympathetically* The healer
baby is doing well … she reaches out to you … the Romany blood is a powerful draw for her, and has been since
you first touched upon her and saw the vision. Do what you can for the child,
but … don’t give more than you can give. No one will think less of
you for setting those limits … *reads her thoughts, smiles* … no, not even Ama.
Things may be different someday, but for now … you will get little to nothing in return. There’s no room for you there now. *he sighs* My sister can be very stubborn.
Manouche: Ahh, well … look at all she’s been through, luv. I
reckon it’s … been a long time since she felt she could trust anyone, if ever.
I’m obliged to ye fer th’ advice, but … I can’t think about all that now. Gili … can ye see … how’s me Mr. Blake? … with all th’ things I can see,
I can’t find ‘im, why is that?
Gili: He’s very strong-minded. He doesn’t want you to
find him … not in your mind. He’s protecting you, and he doesn’t
even realize he’s doing it. He’s safe, but … he keeps thinking
of doing foolish things, to get away. They’ll only hurt him more. They won’t kill him, because they need him alive. But they can hurt him. *shakes head* Stupid white man. *pauses, looks at them both* I think we should get started. I’ll get what we need. I would offer you refreshments, but it should wait.
*looks at Malachi* Your senses need to be very keen for the things you’re
about to learn. Once you’re amongst the vampires, you mustn’t forget
anything, or get anything wrong. It’ll make all the difference between
success and failure. *stands, leaves room*
Manouche *after they sit
quietly for a moment, looks at Malachi* Malachi … luv …
Malachi *squeezes her hand* Y’know, I have a good feeling about all this.
It’s going to be fine. This Gili, he knows what he’s talking
about. I’m not even afraid. It’s
like in the old days, when we would set out for the next plunder, remember? *grins
at her* Bring it on! Take what you
can, give nothin’ back! *he looks at her, scowls, tosses her hand aside* And quit looking at me all doe-eyed. You
think this is just about you and Blake? It’s the sensible thing to do,
really. I’ve got my little enterprises here, as you know, or I never would’ve
stayed here as long as I have. When have you ever known me to stay in one place
unless the pickin’s are good? So you know my business must be pretty profitable,
to keep me in this hotbed of idiots. It’s hard enough to keep my schemes
afloat in this town with Portsmith always snoopin’ around, all those damn surveillance cameras, other characters coming
an’ going … crazy pirate captains, weird guys driving hearses … the whole town is a nuthouse. The last bloody thing I need right now is a passel of vampires – very bad for business. Let’s get rid of ‘em, so we can get back to business as usual.
Savvy?
Manouche *gazes at him, eyes
soft* Savvy, mate. Very sensible. I’m glad one of us has a cool head on his shoulders. *smiles*
At the hospital:
Kat *Watches
Abberline sleep. When he seems to be sleeping soundly, she gently slips her hand
free. Takes the phone that's in the room over to the corner and dials a number. When it's answered, she keeps her voice low.* Dora,
listen I need your 'elp .... No, it's a bit more than just a dress this time
... Would it be possible for you to visit Deppville for a extended time ... Good. No, I don't 'ave time for a lot
of explainin' but I need ye to teach me e'erything I be needin' te know bout bein' a wife so I don't shame
'im. I'll tell ye bout 'im when ye get 'ere. I
need te learn bout cookin', 'ow te act, dress and talk. Ye can select a few more of those dresses to bring with ye,
like the one ye gave me afore, and ye can stay at Sparrow Lane. Yes I know how 'ard it'll be. *Glances at Abby* But I gotta try. Ok. See ye tomorrow. Thanks mate. Bye. *Hangs
up the phone*
A doctor *knocks and enters
the room, looks at the monitor, nods in satisfaction* Mrs. Abberline, we seem
to have the situation in control and we could release your husband today on certain conditions. Everything else seems to be well except the level of opium and alcohol we found in his bloodstream. You must really cut him off all that stuff if you want to keep him. No drugs. No drinking.
Try to make him quit smoking. It seems to me from his hospital records
that he has been living on a diet of cigarettes, alcohol and coffee, very unhealthy and even dangerous. You must see to it that he eats properly. And keep him in bed for a few days, no work, no upsetting
him. *looks at his papers again, then looks at Kat and her appearance critically* Hm. Maybe we should keep him here after
all, on surveillance ...
Kat *Glares at the doctor
but bites her lip. She wants everything perfect when he comes home. Dora can teach her at least enough to please him when he comes home.
Glancing at Abby, wanting him home so badly, sadly says* I think it would
be best iffen 'e stays for a few days, as ye say.
Doctor *nods in agreement* Good, very good. Very wise decision. I see that he's been here previously on detox.
*jots something down in his papers, goes out, shakes his head*
Kat *follows
doctor out* Wait, one thing, Dr. Rainey is not te get nowhere near 'im. *Hand on hilt of her sword.* Savvy???
Doctor *looks at her, annoyed*
Patients' relatives have no say on how we manage our work. That was a very strange request, indeed. As if you wouldn't
know that it was Dr. Rainey who saved his life. You ought to thank her. Amazing woman, I was in the ER last night when they brought your husband in, and it
seemed for a while that we were going to lose him, but then Dr. Rainey showed up. Remarkable
doctor. *glances at her sword, then at her with hostility, retreats* But as you wish, Mrs. Abberline, as you wish. *mutters to himself
* No wonder he got a heart attack ...
Kat: I be referrin' te that blasted man Dr. Rainey. Savvy?
Doctor: Ah, you mean that other Dr. Rainey. Dr. Martin Rainey. He is at a conference, so he's unfortunately unavailable. But I see that he's too attended to Mr. Abberline and done a good job.
*with a sigh* Look, Mrs. Abberline. Will
you be satisfied if I attend to him myself? And I can assign him a good nurse
so that you don't have to worry about your husband. I and nurse Daphne will take
good care of him.
Kat *Slips back into room.
Makes sure Abby still sleeps. Checks
the pouch at her belt, locating an exquisite, very expensive ring. Smiles, goes
back out to the nurses’ desk. requests a paper, pen and if there might be a small box she could use. After a bit of searching, the nurse is able to provide the items.* Kat
writes a note and places it as well as the ring in the box, borrows tape to secure it. Puts
Daphne’s name on it. Smiles and asks if the nurse could give Daphne the
package and keep quiet about who left it, as it was a reward for services rendered and she wants it to be anonymous, smiles
sweetly. The nurse nods, agrees.*
Kat *returning to Abby's
room smiling* When Madame gets through with Daphne, there'll be little left to
worry about.
*The note:*
My dearest Daphne,
I have adored you from afar. Please accept my gift
as homage to your beauty. My wife doesn't understand me and is away. Please come at once to my factory. I wait in anticipation. You may find a woman here claiming to be my wife, but pay her no attention, she is
delusional.
With love,
Willy Wonka
PS: Destroy this note at once. Anyone finding it might use it against
me in a divorce, darling.
Kat *Abby still sleeping,
picks up phone dials the factory, leaves a message that there's a woman who is madly in love with Willy and is going to the
factory to attempt to take him away from Madame*
Abberline *wakes up after
a long refreshing night without any dreams, fumbles for Kat at his side but the place is empty* Kat? Kat? *sees
her put down the phone with a smile not entirely pleasant* Who were you calling?
Can we go home now, I hate this hospital.
Kat *Goes
to his side, gently stroking his face.* My love, we need to be sure that
ye be entirely well. I couldna bear te lose ye. A
few days here be all ye need. The call … oh, that were a mate of mine named
Dora. Ye'd like 'er, she be nothin' like me, she's bein' a lady. She's comin' te Deppville for a visit, kind of a vacation, and I offered for 'er te stay at Sparrow Lane and she accepted. Isn't that grand?
Abberline
*smiles* That's good, dear. I didn't
know that you had lady friends. So, if she's staying at Sparrow Lane, does it mean that you will come to Bournemouth House? I feel fine, is
it really necessary to be here? *pulls her close to him and brushes her neck
with his lips*
Kat *Shivers*
Sadly, it be necessary but not for long. I'll
be at Bournemouth House when yer released luv, promise. I'll 'ave te 'elp Dora
get settled in and such, though. She'll be 'ere tomorrow mornin'. *Runs her hand gently over his chest.*
Daphne *appears in doorway
of room, looks at them both warily, enters, speaks to Kat in a cool, professional voice*
I've ... I've been assigned to help tend your husband, Mrs. Abberline. *comes
over to bed, looks at monitor, adjusts covers around Abberline. Looks at him,
then Kat* Wow ... I guess this'll be kinda weird, won't it? *looks at Abberline* How are you feeling, Freddi-- uh, Mr.
Abberline? Can I get you anything? *places
a cool hand on his forehead*
Kat *Glares
at her, grits teeth, remains silent.*
Abberline *looks at Kat* Er … thank you nurse, I don't need anything.
Daphne *shrugs, then addresses
them both* Look, this doesn’t have to be weird. No hard feelings, okay? *turns to Kat* We girls have to stick together, Mrs. Abberline. Freddie an’
I – I mean, Mr. Abberline, we had some fun, but that’s all it was. I
didn’t figure I would be able to last … no offense, but he’s a high maintenance guy, you know what I mean? I couldn’t be in the shadow of that ex-wife Manouche forever … but maybe
you’ll get him over her. I bet you already have. I think you’re much more interesting looking, if you don’t mind my sayin’, at least from
what I saw of her pictures. Oh, she was pretty enough, but kinda boring, y’know? *smiles* Isn’t it funny, he’s
had a blonde, a redhead, and now a brunette! *laughs, pops gum* Anyway, there are so many good-looking guys in this town, I’m sure I’ll find someone. I thought about looking up that Malachi again, but … I think we’re better
off just remaining friends. He’s kinda spooky. *pauses, notices that Abberline is starting to withdraw under the covers, and Kat’s stare is becoming
more withering by the second; being pragmatic, she shrugs it off* Well, I gotta
run. I’ve got about twenty more minutes, an’ then I have a date. And boy, would you be surprised if I told you who it was. He left a little keepsake at the front desk for me earlier, wants me to come over right away. Funny, I’d always read in the papers that he’s happily married.
Guess they keep it up for appearances’ sake. Must be hard, being
famous. *smiles brightly* Anyway,
wish me luck. Maybe I’m just what he needs.
I’ll be back to check on you tomorrow, Fr— Mr. Abberline. *turns,
leaves room at a perky gait*
Kat *Suddenly
breaks into a evil smile.* I wish ye all the luck ye so richly deserve and then
some. *Thinks* All bad.
Abberline: Kat? Get me out of here.
Now.
Kat *Surprised* What? But luv, we don't wanna take any chances with yer 'ealth. What would I do iffen somethin' 'appened te ye?
Abberline *gloomy* If something's going to happen to me it's at this damned hospital.
Kat, you can't leave me alone in this madhouse! *sits up in the bed, pulls
her beside him, hugs her tightly* What if that Dr. Rainey shows up? Or Portsmith?
Kat *Seeing her carefully
made plans going up in smoke.* But luv, Dr. Rainey 'as gone missin' and e'en
if 'e turned up, I've made certain 'e won't be allowed near ye. As for Portsmith,
I'm sure Godley would gladly stay 'ere and run interference. So there be no reason
te worry luv, none at all. Savvy?
Abberline *nods reluctantly*
If it has to be, I'll stay. *lets
go of her*
Kat: Abby luv, when ye come 'ome I swear it'll be all worth it. *Holding
on to him, kisses him deeply and passionately*
Abberline
*returns the kiss, the heart monitor graph makes a leap and the monitor begins to beep* I
can't wait ...
At the Wonkas’ factory:
Daphne *approaches factory,
staring in awe. Steps up to large main door, reaches out to ring bell. Stops, remembers something she read about
Willy in an interview once; removes her gum, takes a foil wrapper from her purse, wraps it up, tucks it away. Fluffs
up her voluminous red hair, clears her throat, rings bell*
Oompa *opens
door, in a shrinky voice* Yes?
Daphne
*smiles* Yes, I’m here to see Mr. Willy Wonka, please. By his request. Tell him it’s Daphne, from the hospital.
Oompa
*arches brow a little confused, nods anyway, walks away*
Willy
*a few moments later, his tapping shoes echo in the long hallway, he comes to the door, looks down at her* Can I help
you ...*turns his head inside again, then back out* Daphne?
Daphne
*smiles* Wow, you’re more handsome than your picture in the paper! *she holds out her hand* I was …
so flattered to receive your note and the gift … but Mr. Wonka … well, I guess I can call you Willy, after what
you wrote … I –I’m so surprised. I … well … *holds
up her hand, shows him the ring Kat had placed in the package.* It’s too
big, so I put a rubber band around it till I can have it sized. But really, Mr.
Wonka … Willy … you shouldn’t have! *she looks very serious* I’m so sorry you’re unhappy, and that your wife doesn’t understand
you. But do you really think this is the best way to go about this? And just so you know, Mr. Wonka ... Willy … I normally don’t do this sort of thing. So you better not be feeding me a line. *looks at him, smiles
warmly* But I can’t believe you would ever be so ungallant and insincere
as that …
Willy
*suddenly a holler is heard from behind the door, someone screaming "WHATTTTT?!" Willy jumps, turns then looks back
at her* You may want to back away from the door just a bit *as soon as he says that the door swings all the way open
and a woman with brown hair and glaring red eyes looks up at him*
Madame
A RING HUH?! WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?! UNHAPPY?! I JUST GAVE BIRTH TO THREE OF YOUR CHILDREN AND YOUR GOING TO TELL ME YOUR UNHAPPY?! WHY I OUTTA!!!
Willy
*even though she much shorter than he is, he still cowers in fear of her* But love I didn't...
Madame
YOU BETTER HOPE TO GOD I DON'T EVEN TELL YOUR FATHER ABOUT THIS WILLIAM WONKA!!!!!
Willy
*shakes his head, then tries to stand as tall as he can, yells at first so she'll stop, then talks to her in a soothing voice*
BUT I DIDN'T give her any ring
Madame
*eyes still glare, she turns and look Daphne up and down with a look that says "whore" all over it, turns back to him*
Then whats she got on her hand?!
Willy
Kim I didn't buy any ring for anyone. I swear it. I...I don't even know who she is!
Madame
*turns looks at Daphne, eyes still ablaze* Are you setting my husband up you...you...tramp?!
Daphne *stares at Madame, shocked. She glances at Willy* Is this the delusional woman you told me about … the one who thinks she’s your wife? What is she, a crazy cousin, or something? Why would you let
her live here if she thinks that? That’s not very kind. *looks at Madame sympathetically, holds out a hand* I’m
Daphne, I work at the hospital. Your friend here left me a note ……
saaaay ……. *looks at Willy, eyes narrowed* What do you MEAN you don’t
know who I am?? You’re the one who contacted ME! You said you adored me from AFAR! And that your wife’s
away, and she doesn’t understand you … *eyes fill with tears, she
opens her purse and pulls out the note, holds it out for them both to see* H-here,
see? I know you said to destroy it, Mr. Wonka … Willy … but I just
couldn’t. I’ve … I’ve n-n-never been a-a-adored from
afar, b-before … *starts to sob*
Willy *shakes head*
I'm sorry, Daphne, I don't know you.
Madame *shoos him away
a bit as she reads the letter, shakes head* This isn’t even his handwriting! *looks up at her, compassion overcomes,
her eyes go back to a regular purple color, places a hand on her shoulder* I believe someone has tricked both
you and my husband, dear.
Daphne *tears
spill down her cheeks, leaving traces of mascara* Oh, I’m so sorry …
you don’t know how sorry I am. I-I’m so embarrassed … t-to
have been t-t-taken in by such a t-trick … *takes a handkerchief out of her purse, blows her nose* Then you must be Mrs. Wonka … I’ve heard such wonderful things about you, I should’ve
known this couldn’t be true. All I’ve heard is … how h-h-happy
you both are … and … oh, I’m such a fool! *sobs loudly, dabs
at her eyes* I-I’m not very smart, I guess you f-figured that out …
an’ … an’ I’ve been … s-sorta lonely since Freddie dumped me … h-hhe never even t-told
me he was with someone else, I had to find them together … a-and after all his s-s-sweet talk about w-ww-wanting me,
an' an' n-n-needing me! MEN ARE JUST MEAN!!!!
*wails loudly*
Madame *winces at the wailing,
then puts her arm around her shoulder* It's alright deary, come on inside.
Men can be idiots, I'm telling you. It's so not worth the tears, Daphne. *leads
her inside, to the master living room*
Willy *Stands there,
dumbfounded* Uhh ... ummm … what?
At an undisclosed location:
Blake
*left alone in the woods, after dark, Loralee and Delano having gone in search of prey. He
lies on the ground, gagged once again, hands tied behind his back, his feet bare, his shirt torn to shreds, hanging from his
shoulders. He shivers with a feverish chill, from the cool night air on the red
scars that crisscross his exposed skin.*
*He had
felt frightened off and on during the ordeal that began with his abduction, and had made a conscious effort to keep Loralee
and Delano talking, as a way to make the interminable time go faster, and a way to quiet his terror and to keep them occupied
on themselves or other things, rather than him and his helpless state. But now
he feels something well beyond fear. He wasn’t quite sure what happened
after the conversation ended … when Loralee had spoken of not keeping her part of the bargain. He remembers that Loralee and Delano had started to laugh heartily, then spoke to each other in some language
he couldn’t quite understand, some French, but no one pure language … or perhaps it was a pure language and he
simply couldn’t recognize it. Had he been delirious? He wasn’t sure anymore, and that’s possibly what frightens him most of all. Loralee then had told Delano she thought it was high time they “bled” their guest, and they had
torn his shirt apart, dragging their razor sharp nails across his chest, arms and stomach, leaving long, hairline trails,
slowly spilling his blood, capturing it and licking it from their icy fingers. Throughout
the torturous process, Blake had tried his best to maintain by using some of the knowledge he’d gained during the time
he had spent with Nobody, as well as the more recent peyote sojourn that Gili had guided him through. He had done his best to remove himself spiritually, to deliver himself to another time and place, and it
had worked surprisingly well. Somehow he had managed to maintain his sanity—so
he thought. Now, shivering on the ground, with only a bit of moonlight to pierce
the darkness around him, he wasn’t so sure. He’s pretty sure it’s
only been about 24 hours … he’s pretty sure his name is William Blake … he’s pretty sure he writes
poetry … he’s pretty sure he lives in a house by a river … and he’s completely sure he’s in
love with his Romany pirate wife, his Manouche. He keeps her in his mind’s
eye constantly, when he feels he’s slipping or fading … she’s the antidote for every trick his mind starts
to play, the one certainty in this limited existence of dark terror.*
*He’s
not sure how long Loralee and Delano have been gone, but the air has revived him somewhat, and he decides it’s
time to try. They’ve removed his shoes; he wonders why they didn’t
tie his feet as well. He doesn’t waste much time on the thought, he’s
only glad they didn’t. He painfully brings himself up to a sitting position,
then slowly tries to stand up. He’s shaky on his feet, he’s very
lightheaded, and his entire body aches; he falls to his knees once or twice before finally being able to stand; he then chooses
a direction and slowly starts walking, the stony, hard ground painful under his feet.
He makes a short distance, then drops to his knees; gets up, walks a few more paces, then drops again; he puzzles over
this, wondering why it’s so difficult. He wonders if they did something
to him he’s unaware of or doesn’t remember. This makes him question
everything, and a feeling of panic washes over him … and once again, he thinks of Manouche. He tries again, makes it to his feet, takes a few more unsteady steps … then he falls, this time
catching his foot under a twisted root sticking partially out of the ground like a thick, jagged snare; he strikes his head
against another part of the tree as he falls. He groans, seeing stars, and squeezes
his eyes shut tight at the sharp pain coming from the injured foot. Fuming, frustrated,
he tries again to free his wrists – then he holds his breath as he hears a sound.
Footsteps coming toward him, low voices; he looks toward the sound, sees the dim beam of a cheap flashlight. Tears of relief spring to his eyes as the shadowy figures draw nearer, and he recognizes them as two young
men he’s seen working in the local parks and at the beach, probably employed by the city; college students, possibly,
on their summer jobs. He tries to make some noise; he watches the light beam
pause, then flash around him, till it rests on him, and he squints in the bright light.
He hears the men exclaiming as they approach … then his eyes grow wide as he sees two dark forms creeping up
silently behind them. He tries to warn them, but the gag makes it futile; he
shakes his head vigorously, tries to indicate with his eyes and limited motion for them to look over their shoulders –
but it’s too late. He watches in horror as Loralee and Delano quickly overpower them, fangs flashing in the moonlight … it’s all surprisingly fast and silent, barely
a sound. He sees the young men go limp, slide to the ground, and he closes his
eyes and lowers his head sorrowfully. When he opens his eyes, Loralee and Delano stand before him, fangs still exposed, blood on their lips, their skin sensuously aglow. They’re sated, for the time being.*
Loralee: Someone should’ve warned those two that it’s dangerous to go out in the
woods late at night. I hear there are vampires in Deppville. *laughs*
Delano *shrugs* We can use reinforcements. *looks at Blake* You can bet Danielle and LaCroix won’t show up alone. *scowls,
reaches down, grabs Blake by the arm, the claws digging painfully into his flesh. He
yanks him roughly to his feet and half-walks, half-drags him back to their clearing … while Loralee remains behind with
the two lifeless figures on the ground*
Loralee *licks her mouth while observing the two lifeless bodies on the ground; the teeth-marks
on their throats like two little puncture-holes in their bodies; blood around their lips from when they, barely conscious,
fed off Loralee and Delano. Loralee smiles as she thinks of the new life
that awaits them when they will wake up when the sun sets again.*
Delano *calls from the clearing* Are
you coming, pet? They’re not going to wake up any faster by you standing
there staring at them.
Loralee *drags herself away from the dead bodies and joins Delano and Blake; claps her hands
together like an excited child* But it’s so much fun when they wake up!
At the hospital:
Daphne *enters
Abberline's room in the morning, carrying towels and bedding, sets them down on chair by the window. Opens curtains,
moves over by bed, checks heart monitor. She looks at him, he appears to be asleep, so she takes the towels into the
small adjoining bathroom. Comes back into the room, sees him stirring* Mr. Abberline? Are you awake, is
there anything I can do for you?
Abberline *at first, still
confused at seeing her* Er … no, I don't need anything. Unless you can bring me a bottle of absinth ... *Looks at her
and suddenly remembers what she promised to do for him* Please sit down for a
while, Daphne. I've something important to ask you.
Daphne *pulls up chair, sits
down* Sure. What’s on your
mind?
Abberline: Do you remember my files, the ones you gave me. You said
there were more papers, some papers to do with Dr. Rainey's research. So did you get them at all? I'd be still interested in that shadowy research. Now, I remember
you said you had them. I would very much like to have them for my investigation. *looks her deeply and searchingly in the eyes*
Daphne: I did have more papers. Others that I kept aside from the
original file I gave you. I don’t know why I did that. *pauses* They were taken from my apartment. The whole place was torn apart. I never did find out who did
it. I … I had someone come over from the police force. I was afraid if I involved Security … I was afraid someone might come looking for you. *sighs* I just had a feeling.
So the police officers were very nice, but they didn’t do much good. *looks
at him* I’m truly sorry those papers were lost. But did you hear? Nothing’s been done on that research
for weeks now. Dr. Rainey’s been out of town, I suppose Commander Portsmith
knows where he is, but I’m not sure. Sebastian acts all smug ‘cause
he’s in on everything, but he doesn’t know, either. *shrugs* Anyway, maybe it’s all over. *gazes
out the window for a moment, then looks back at him* Is that all?
Abberline: No, that's not all, Daphne. Maybe you wanted to keep the papers
to have something on me. You haven't been entirely honest with me. Remember those earrings I gave you? Antique gold old earrings?
You can keep them ... but how did you like the ring, the engagement ring you stole from me? I'd like to have it
back.
Daphne *looks
at him, her expression remote* I just told you my apartment was ransacked. Do you really think they would’ve left that ring? It was stolen, too. Yes, the ring was in the jewel box with
the earrings you gave me. Yes, I shouldn’t have kept it, but I did. And now it’s gone. If you want
me to pay you back for it, I will. I got some insurance money from that break-in,
you can have it all, and I can pay more besides that, a little at a time. I know
it won’t get you your ring back, but it's the best I can do. I know I wasn’t entirely honest with you
… just like you weren’t entirely honest with me. Let me know where
I can leave payment for you, and then I think we better wrap up this conversation before your wife arrives. I don’t think she would like to find us chatting like this.
Anything else?
Abberline: I don't need your payment for the ring, you can keep your money. It
was a special ring to me, a memory of my first wife. Money can't replace it ever. *looks
at her coldly* The earrings and necklace weren't enough for you ... And as for honesty, what were you trying to do to my wife – you've obviously never heard the
word discretion before. I wish you luck in your search for a wealthy
lover who could buy you a ring so you wouldn't have to steal.
Daphne:
Good, then we're done. *Stands up* I'm going to have another nurse assigned to you. I don't think it's a
good idea that we continue to meet, and I'm sure your wife will be much happier to have someone else attend you. Oh,
here ... *reaches in pocket, pulls out pack of gum, sets it on the table next to the bed* I hear they want you to quit
smoking. This might help. I'm giving it up, I'm tired of it. *turns, walks to door, looks at him calmly*
I wish you luck, too, Mr. Abberline ... I wish you luck, being married to one woman when you clearly have deep feelings
for at least one other ... maybe more. *runs a hand through her thick, red hair, smiles slightly. Turns, leaves
the room*
Abberline *looks at the gum,
then brushes it on the floor* Damn. *searches
after his cigarette box, finally finds it tucked away in a drawer with only three cigarettes left, takes the lighter
from his box, smokes, ashamed, he finds he thinks of Daphne's gorgeous red hair, and the slip … *
*The door opens and the blonde
nurse comes in* I have been assigned to you, I hope it suits you. *You are not allowed to smoke here, Mr. Abberline. You can't
smoke in the hospital at all, and the doctor's recommending you try to quit.
Abberline *looks at her for
long, frowns. He hasn't wanted to look at her name, fearing it might be Victoria. But he doesn't feel anything when she comes in. She's just a nurse. She's blonde, but she doesn't look like
Victoria at all. Or does she? Does he remember any more how he looked? She's fading away.
He hasn't seen any dreams of her in a long while, ever since he realized what
he felt for Manouche … hears the nurse's voice but doesn't hear the words* Excuse
me?
Nurse *repeats patiently*
Is this yours? *picking up the gum from the floor*
Abberline: No. Throw it away, will you.
At Sparrow Lane:
*At Sparrow Lane, Kat and Dora have been hard at work for some time.*
Dora: Ok, try it again and try walking slower instead of trudging along like a
drunken sailor.
Kat *Frustrated* Bloody 'ell Dora! 'ow am I suppose te
do that in these bloody 'eels. I lurch no matter what I do.
Dora: If you would stop pulling at the hem of that dress, maybe you could concentrate on
your balance, hon.
Kat: Blast it!! It be too bloody short. *Hopefully* Why can't I try this in one of them longer ones,
eh?
Dora *Sighs* Kat, we got a long way to go and very little time.
There is nothing wrong with the length of the dress. You just have to
get use to it. Now try again.
Kat *Takes
two steps, her heel turns and she ends up sprawled on the floor in a heap.* DAMN
IT! I'LL NE'ER GET THIS! IT BE IMPOSSIBLE! *Glares at Dora* Bloody women's flipperies
ought te be illegal. *Grumbling*
At From Hell Court:
Daphne *enters
tavern, sees Malachi standing at the bar, comes up to him* I’m sorry I’m
late, I know you don’t have a lot of time right now. I really appreciate
you helping me.
Malachi *nervous* Yeah, that’s okay. I … I
have to get back home … I don’t like to leave Manouche alone right now.
*digs in his pocket* Here it is.
*hands her an exact replica of the antique engagement ring, the one she had taken from Abberline, that Manouche had
returned to him later, along with the missing files*
Daphne *examines
it* Wow, it’s perfect. An’
you got the original back safe and sound?
Malachi *nods* That’s gonna cost you, I’m afraid.
I would’ve done it myself, but … I can’t be messin’ around with breaking and entering right
now. So I had to hire someone else to do it.
*shakes his head* Shoulda seen the guy’s face when I told him what
we were doing. Gotta say, that’s a first in our line of business. Breaking and entering to borrow a piece of jewelry, just to have a duplicate made,
and then returning the piece back to the house, with no one the wiser. Insane. *lights cigarette* So you talked to Abberline
today? What’d he say?
Daphne *smirks* Shoulda heard him, what a drama queen. He
said it was lost forever, "a memory of his first wife … very special, no money could replace it, EVER." Practically brought a tear to the eye. Liar.
Malachi *laughs* Wish we could see his face when he gets this one.
He’ll probably go running to look at the other one, compare ‘em.
Hope he doesn’t get ‘em mixed up! *they both laugh, then he
grows serious* But remember … mum’s the word, savvy? I really don’t want Manouche to know I helped with this. She’s
… well, for a pirate, she’s kind of a twit. She’s got a soft
spot for Abberline, she says he’s been through a lot, blah blah blah. She
wouldn’t like us pullin’ a prank on him.
Daphne: I won’t say anything to anyone. *smiles* I knew there was a good reason I stayed friends with you.
Malachi: Yeah, yeah, always a bridesmaid, never a bride, that’s me. *looks back toward entrance* Listen, babe, I’d love
to have a drink with you, but …
Daphne: I know, I understand. *looks concerned* You didn’t tell me what’s goin’ on.
Is it gonna be okay?
Malachi *nods
firmly* Sure. *looks at her* How about you?
Daphne: Never better. Y’know, that trick
that was played on me with the Wonkas turned out to be one of the best things that ever happened to me. It was like a wake-up call. I’ll never be such a fool
with men again.
Malachi: Told you all along, we ain’t worth it.
*grins* So long, gorgeous. *leans
over, kisses her on the cheek, turns, leaves the tavern, quickly heads back to his apartment*
Daphne *smiles,
leaves From Hell Court, goes into town to the telegraph office, approaches desk. Purchases a small mailing box with tissue paper and padding, and a mailing label. Takes ring, wraps it securely in box. Pulls
out pad and pen, writes a note, folds it, places it inside box. Seals box, writes
out address label, glues it to box, takes box to counter* I would like to have
this delivered tomorrow, please. I wish to insure it, it mustn’t be lost.
Man *looks
indignant* Of course not, miss. We’ll
be sure it arrives safely, I guarantee.
Daphne: Good. See to it that it is delivered
to the addressee only, no one else. Mr. Frederick Abberline, c/o Deppville Hospital. He should still be
there, but if he’s been released, please deliver it to him at his residence, Bournemouth House. *takes money from her purse as the man makes note of both addresses.
She pays him, smiles brightly, leaves the office*
*The note:*
Dear Freddie,
I’m so pleased to have found a replacement for your ring.
It’s probably not quite as valuable as the original, but I think it’s awfully close, n'est-ce pas? After we parted, I was feeling so guilty for my dishonesty to you, so I’m grateful for this
chance to make amends. Isn’t it true, honesty is the best policy. Best of luck in your marriage,
Fondly,
Daphne
At Sparrow Lane:
*After many
hours of tripping and falling. Kat actually manages to cross the room several times with effort.*
Dora: Very good, you're getting better.
Kat *Whines* But it be so bleedin' 'ard. I'm tired
and I wanna see Abby.
Dora: *Smiles* Why not? It would be an excellent test.
Kat: Great, I'll go change. What do ye mean test?
Dora: You go as you are.
Kat *Cringes* Like this? In public? 'ang it Dora ye be bloody daft!
Dora: I mean it and later tonight we must start on your diction. Now if you want to visit Abby, you go as you are. No arguments.
Kat *Shudders* All right. I'll try.
Dora: Good. I’ll drive you, let’s
go. *They leave the house and proceed to the hospital.*
At the hospital:
The blonde nurse *opens
the door, to Abberline* You have visitors. Call
me if you need something! *lets Kat in, leaves*
Abberline *is about to say
something when he sees Kat, his mouth drops open and the glass of water he has in his hand drops to the floor, he stares
at her stunned* Kat? Is it really
you? *the heart monitor beeps ... *
Kat *Shyly* ‘Course it is mate. Don't ye like
it?
Abberline: Damned beeper!
*looks annoyed at the graphs gone totally wild* Kat, come closer. I'll be ... Why you are ... What magic is
this? *swallows, stares at her* I have never seen anyone as stunning
as you. My beautiful wife ... *reaches out and touches her, the machine goes
beep-beep-BEEP- BEEPBEEPBEEP*
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