Episode Eight (8)

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[size=200]Evil Born Evil[/size]
Series: 03
Episode: 08
Written by: Luke Enfield
Produced by: Crimson Media
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[warning]AGE RATING: 15+
CONTAINS: STRONG LANGUAGE, STRONG VIOLENCE, BLOOD, SEXUAL REFERENCES[/warning]
Previously on Evil Born Evil...



Chris: (Coughs) The fucking smoke... argh! What the hell am I going to do now!?



Florence: Chris?
Chris: Florence... I love you too.
Florence: ...
Chris: ...



Chris: Idiot!? Sure, thought you were. I thought you were one of those from the moment I saw you. Take the money, I won't stop you. I don't think Ian nor Marion would either. You fucking prick.





Chris: It's not bad getting used to this place, I say...



Victor: Oh, morning Chris.
Chris: Morning Victor. How are you?
Victor: Not bad thanks, did you have a good sleep?
Chris: Yeah, I'm getting used to this place. It's for sure a nice room to be stopping in.
Victor: Well, don't get used to it, you might not be here much longer...
Chris: What?
Victor: (Sniggers) I was only joking. You can stay here for as long as you like, Chris.
Chris: Ah, you're too kind.
Victor: I hope you're ready for work. Although it's about time you and Isaac did some more work for Marion. We don't want to keep him waiting. I'm about to assign Tanner to another job getting those Blackjacks, the same for Barker too.
Chris: Ah, right. Sure, but I don't know whether Isaac will be in work today.
Victor: He should be in work everyday Chris. And if he isn't in work today, he's got me to deal with.
Chris: I suppose.
Victor: Why would you think he won't be in work today?
Chris: I don't know. I would have guessed he wouldn't be in the mood.
Victor: Oh you know what? I couldn't care less about what he thinks. You know I've never liked him and he'll be doing us all a favour if we didn't have to see him today.
Chris: Sure, I guess. He's been getting on my nerves too recently...
Victor: Well I'd expect that seeming as you're two very different partners. You like astronomy, reading books, while Isaac is the kind who doesn't like to play by the rules of the law and goes around getting laid every now and again.
Chris: You can say that again. (Laughs)



Victor: How has he been getting on your nerves then?
Chris: Well, you know. I think it's a whole not more than just annoying, it's not annoying at all. It's betrayal.
Victor: What!?
Chris: I should have told you earlier, although I did come in quite late last night and you were asleep.
Victor: Yeah, late. You were drunk. You woke me up.
Chris: Yeah, look. Sorry. It won't happen again. The truth is... Isaac has already told Marion that Luisa wants him dead.
Victor: Oh that fucking prick. He has no patience nowadays does he!? That was one of our best being kept secrets along with his and your real identity. I could fucking kill him!
Chris: Looks like someone beat you to that. Well, not quite. But almost.
Victor: What are you talking about?
Chris: I hit him. Well, hit him a few times actually.
Victor: You did what!?
Chris: There wasn't just that, Victor. There was a whole heap of cash on his dining table. I don't know where it came from, it's either Marion's paying him only, Marion's paying us both but Isaac is keeping it all to himself, or my worst fear... Ian, who you know lent us some of the cash we earnt from the casino... is giving Isaac more of his winnings.
Victor: Oh, that can't be true. That wouldn't be true, Chris. But seriously, I don't blame you for what you did. But... should you have done that!? Ian'll come down on you like a ton of bricks.
Chris: Exactly. He favours Isaac Noble over every other bastard. Although, I even thought for one moment that Isaac was a member of The Del Bosque gang all along and is retrieving information for Marion. Maybe Marion knows already I'm a cop and I'm next on his hit list.
Victor: If that's the case, we're fucked.
Chris: Fucked indefinitely. I could have all kinds of troubles facing me for hurting Isaac, but the more I think of it, the more I think I'm in the right. Whenever I'm around Isaac, I always smell something rotten in the air.
Victor: Couldn't agree more.



Chris: So, that's why I don't think he'll be in work today. Or for a long time. He's beaten, Victor.
Victor: He's going to remember it's you. You might have been drunk, but I don't think he would have been.
Chris: No, I don't think he was.
Victor: We've seriously got to hope that he's in the wrong or else you risk losing your job.
Chris: No, I won't lose my job!
Victor: You never know what could happen.
Chris: It's not good though if Isaac is one of Marion's.
Victor: Of course it is, if he's one of them, that's where he belongs. Trust me.
Chris: But after all these years of betrayal?
Victor: Oh look, I don't know. We'll have to wait and see. Leave him, I'll go see to him today. Alright?
Chris: No, don't see him.
Victor: Someone has got to. Hey, and listen...
Chris: I'm listening...
Victor: Don't tell Ian about it. Nobody for that matter.
Chris: No can do, Victor. I'm demanding the truth from Ian. I want to know if the money that's Isaac's is the money he's giving him.
Victor: I'll do that, Chris.
Chris: No you won't. Don't worry. I'm not drunk anymore, I have perfect control of this one Victor.
Victor: (Sighs) Just don't do something you'll be sorry for... come on, let's go.





Victor: Let's hurry if you want the truth.
Chris: Sure.







Ian: Oh, hi Chris.
Chris: Morning, gov. I like your new haircut.
Ian: Thanks. How are you?
Chris: Not bad thanks. Although, there is something of my concern.



Ian: Oh, what's up?
Chris: Something that I need to go over with you. Anyway, before that, how are you?
Ian: I'm alright thanks, Chris. Please, take a seat.
Chris: No, I'm ok. I won't be needing a seat, and neither will you. So, put that book away and let's talk.
Ian: If you so wish. That's what I'll do then.
Chris: Thank you.



Ian: What's wrong?
Chris: So, I just thought I'd pop round to date Florence last night, at a posh restaurant, oh yes... the restaurant of Marion's, The Maras, the restaurant that also has the casino downstairs. That's where we went.
Ian: Nice, but I don't see that as a problem. Do you?
Chris: Let me finish. You'll get your chance to speak soon.
Ian: Ok, alright! Continue!
Chris: So, following an evening that was developing into something extraordinary, since it was great having a date with Florence that night, Marion popped by, only to stop me from my date and break the news to me.
Ian: What news?
Chris: News that Luisa is going to kill him.
Ian: He would surely know that already.
Chris: No, he didn't know that Rocco Mendez was going to kill him and that it was going to happen soon.
Ian: Oh, I see.
Chris: You don't so happen to know anything about that do you?
Ian: Well, no. It's not great news actually. How did he find out?
Chris: Well, I was going to ask you the same question. But he pointed the blame at Isaac.
Ian: Isaac?
Chris: Yeah, so I thought I'd pay Isaac a visit and demand the truth. He did tell Marion, but he didn't see it as such a big deal.
Ian: Maybe it isn't. There's not much more he knows now, and he knew it was coming didn't he?
Chris: Oh, so you're warming up to Isaac too are you?
Ian: What are you talking about, Chris?
Chris: I thought so. You and Isaac are a team aren't you?
Ian: No. What's wrong with you Chris? What's making you think like this?



Chris: The money!
Ian: What money!?
Chris: Don't be like that with me Ian.
Ian: It's gov or govenor to you, Christopher!
Chris: Well it's Chris to you! I found a heap load of cash on Isaac's dining table. Do you know anything about this? Because you see, I remember you giving money to him before but you claimed it would just happen the once, but we're all lead into temptation sometimes.
Ian: I'm sure there's a misunderstanding here. I wouldn't give anymore money after that. Like you said, that would make me become a fraudster.
Chris: (Chuckles) Oh! Don't worry about that one, becuase you already are! Since it's already happened just because if it doesn't happen again doesn't make you one, you've done it now, and you can't erase that fact.
Ian: What are you going to do, Chris?
Chris: Nearly every of the Sondon Metropolitan Police's top dogs have been corrupt. It'll make sense if I informed the government on this.
Ian: (Chuckles) Good luck with that one then!
Chris: Oh, watch me, Ian. You won't have much longer left in this job.
Ian: It's gov to you!
Chris: Oh fuck you! Fuck you! This isn't what I deserve. If you and Isaac are always going to be here, I may as well quit.
Ian: You know that'll be the wrong choice, Chris.
Chris: But maybe Isaac won't be returning Ian, I beat him. I gave him what I deserved. At least someone took action. He's just a sly, smug little bastard who can only care for himself. He's a Del Bosque, that's what he is! You and him, the Del Bosque gang... yeah. It makes sense.
Ian: Do you know what you're talking about!?
Chris: Yeah, I know damn fine what I'm talking about.
Ian: I had cancer, you know. I don't need this stress while I'm recovering.
Chris: Look Ian - you're a fine and healthy man, you don't have it anymore... you won't be getting any sympathy now from anyone. You're past it. I hope you realise what you've done!
Ian: Alright! The money has got nothing to do with Isaac. I promise you, I'm not giving him any of it anymore. But that money you earnt isn't going to the government either.
Chris: What!?
Ian: It's going to me, Chris. You see, I had cancer of course. But I've still got to pay my debt. I'm paying back the money I loaned for my treatment.
Chris: Oh... this just gets worse. I'm out of here!



Ian: I'm sorry Chris, I'm sorry. But Isaac isn't to blame, I'm telling you!
Chris: No, Isaac is to blame. I have my respect for you and your suffering with cancer, I accept that it needs to be payed back. But you lied Ian, you lied. And I don't have time for liars, not when I've got criminals to catch. Goodbye.
Ian: (Sighs) I'm sorry...



Felix: I suspect we'll have more work waiting for us today...
Rod: More than likely...
Felix: (Sighs) I wish this was over already... look what mess we're in now. All from going along with them to the casino. We wouldn't be doing this work if we were at this rank. I sometimes still wish I was a traffic cop.
Rod: We'll improve, Felix. We must be doing something right if we're up here. And after all, that work is going to get done by itself. Someone needs to do it, we're cops. We have to do it.
Felix: The only drawback of the job...
Rod: (Laughs) There's more than just one drawback...
Felix: Well, that's a major drawback. But at least I'm entitled to driving my own car instead of a shitty slow Dover Andromeda.
Rod: Hey! I drive an Andromeda. It's different, of course. An HRS but... still, you're referring to an Andromeda on the whole and shitty and slow mine is not.
Felix: Face it Rod, the Avalon is better hands down.
Rod: But it's not the fastest car here is it?
Felix: What, are you saying gov's Dover Academic is? (Chuckles)
Rod: No you idiot. The fucking Manticon is, Felix.
Felix: Chris' car?
Rod: Yes! Chris' car. It's probably faster by a large margin. Sometimes I wish I was in that thing. Although at least my ride is Senglish, while yours is Sirish and the Heaveola being Samerican. It's funny isn't it? Sengland wouldn't be the place it is today without other countries.
Felix: But you could say the same for other countries anyhow...
Rod: True. But no country is trully independant. Sengland wouldn't have this kind of fucking crime if it wasn't for the Ribericans.
Felix: And the Simoviets. Take Ivan Zharkov for example.
Rod: You remembered him!? Hell, you've decided to pay attention to things now have you?
Felix: Of course I have! I want the job just as much as you do.
Rod: And I don't want it. Not after living my life in constant fear given the likes of Luisa Santiago and Marion Cardenas about.
Felix: You do want it, Rod. You'd be great at it. Anyway, what's Luisa Santiago like? I've never seen her...



Rod: Well, let's be honest, neither have I. But whenever you hear someone describing her, it is rather chilling I must admit.
Felix: Yeah, I guess.



Rod: Chris.
Chris: Rod. Felix.
Felix: Hey Chris...
Rod: How are you?
Chris: Oh, I don't know.
Rod: Tell us what's wrong.
Chris: Everything.
Felix: Couldn't you elaborate on that?
Chris: I'm not sure I want to talk about it. My apartment has burnt down, Isaac's hiding something from me, he's told Marion already that Rocco Mendez is going to kill him soon... agh.
Rod: No, shit! Isaac told them? Your flat burnt down?
Chris: That's right.
Felix: Ah, hard luck Chris. Things must be awful for you.
Chris: Yeah, you can say that again. Never mind, I never liked my flat, it didn't have much in it... I've moved in with Victor.
Rod: Shit, Victor's mansion?
Chris: Well it's more or less Pierre's, but that's right.
Rod: He let you live there?
Chris: It seems both of them think the world of me, strangely enough. I can't see why, I think I've done too much to be sorry for to be in anyone's good books at this moment.
Felix: Oh why is it everyone is beating themselves up at the moment? You only live once, live your life.
Chris: You can't live a life as a cop fighting for dignity in this city. We don't get enough of it.
Felix: Ah, true.
Rod: I fear the worst everyday, Chris. And I honestly don't know why. This whole operation is beginning to become a wake up call.
Chris: A kick up the arse is something both you chaps need right now. Everyone perhaps. If Mendez kills Cardenas then we're screwed, you know that?
Rod: So what are we sitting around doing nothing for then? Is Ian or Victor going to act?
Chris: It's not only down to them, and I know damn right Victor doesn't have as much of a say as what Ian does. Ian's corrupt man.
Felix: Corrupt?
Chris: I can't tell you anything about this. Nor Isaac, nothing.
Rod: Well we're going to find out anyway so you might as well just tell us now.



Chris: Exactly. You will find out. But not now, no. I don't think you need to know right now.
Rod: Why is it us fucking detective sergeants have to wait for you inspectors to spit the shit out. Why are we always avoided?
Chris: When you get to my level Barker, you won't be ignored anymore.
Rod: I bloody well hope so. Few dignity for you, fewer dignity for us... no dignity for some cops. You need to tell Ian to sort things out. I don't care if he had cancer, he's over it now, but he is not capable of handling the job he's in. You tell him that.
Chris: I try to. But he won't listen. After all, he has the government on his side. If there was evidence though, hell... if there was evidence... Ian would be long gone.
Felix: Why is everyone against each other recently?
Chris: For numerous reasons. Some aren't making the right decisions, some are making false accusations, some are lying... everyone one of which I completely hate. Agh... we should get this over and done with now considering Cardenas knows Santiago's plans.
Rod: Too right. I'm not one for patience.
Felix: Neither am I.
Chris: Oh, I've got to get out of here. Is there anyone around?
Felix: No, not as I know of.
Chris: I've got a splitting headache. All these worries are too much for my head. I'm going to lie on my desk or something. I'm sorry guys, I'm not in the mood for talking today.
Felix: Oh, that's fine. Hope things work out soon.
Chris: Soon, soon? Soon when the operation's over, yeah.
Rod: Well good luck then, Chris. Think of us, yeah? We'll have more work and you know that.
Chris: (Sighs) You will, I won't. I'm so close to walking out right now. I want to get out of here but I can't. If I did leave, I know I'd be making a massive mistake.
Rod: Too right.
Chris: See you guys.
Rod: See you Chris.
Felix: Bye Chris...



Chris: (Whispers) This is it. I've had enough. There's no hope anymore. Nothing. I've got to work out what's going to get me out of here. Now, I don't remember much but... Marcus dwindled his way through his enemies to find the one he was really after - Calogero Giuliani. He didn't appear at first, but once he appeared, he thought back. There was... oh come on... think Christopher. Think. I never knew Marcus before. He came to the station in February while they were transporting Sergio Bini over in the prison van... and he told us that Calogero didn't appear at first sight, but appeared later... after it all he though to himself... it was obvious. His main rival was his target. He was in 1984 because of his brother's death. He saved him... he woke from his coma. I've obviously got to look out and find who I'm after. Who is this? Who's controlling this dream? It's not really a nice one, but it's not a bad one either. Maybe it's simple. But life's not simple, Chris. But I suppose this isn't life, it's a whole different world. 1984 - Harald Redford. 1967...? Think Chris, think. Come on...



Chris: Oh... that's it. I never met my grandparents. Of course. 1967... the car crash! Shit. I can't remember the date... damnit. I knew they were from Hudley, but I don't know the address. Mother showed me a picture of the house, but I'm not going to find it. The date is more important though. If Marcus stopped Harald's death and survived, it obviously didn't change anything in reality but... I should stop my grandparent's death. It might work.



Chris: (Muffled) Oh this fucking headache! It's not possible. It can't happen. It won't work. I'm just going to get myself killed. What if I kill myself in my own coma? Would that kill me in reality or kill the coma? Would I have to die to survive? Oh, I can't work this one out!



Chris: Right. Let's see if it's something to do with The Del Bosque gang or The Blackjacks. I'm going to call Marion for work.



Chris: Marion, Marion is that you? Oh, Wayne! Yeah, it's Chris. You got any work for me...? Ah, great. Where do you want me to meet you?



Chris: The restaurant. What restaurant?



Wayne: Marion, what's the name of this restaurant again? Chris is confused, you have many restaurants.
Marion: Thanks for reminding me. Ramon, tell them. I'm busy, can't you see? Mmmmm...
Ramon: (Sighs) It's the Red Bell Club & Restaurant, Wayne.
Wayne: (On phone) Yeah, it's the Red Bell Club & Restaurant.



Chris: Alright, well... I'll be there soon. What kind of job is it?



Wayne: What kind of job is it, Marion?
Marion: A wheelman job. You know you've got to get to Ralph in less than an hour or else you're a dead man.
Wayne: (On phone) It's a wheelman job, Chris. Be here quickly. We've got to be there within an hour or else we're both dead. Ok? Yeah, see you in a short while then. Bye.
Marion: Is he on his way?
Ramon: Seems like it.



RED BELL CLUB & RESTAURANT
11.49AM

Chris: Well, I'm here.
Marion: Hiya Chris.
Ramon: Morning Chris.
Chris: What's Wayne on the phone for again? Is he calling Isaac?
Marion: Isaac's not called for a while Chris, I'm starting to get annoyed. If he doesn't contact us soon, we're going round to pay him a visit.
Chris: Well right, I see.
Wayne: (On phone) Yeah, I'm absolutely all set. I'll come by real soon and we'll discuss the job there. Sounds good? Ok.



Chris: So what's the job you guys want me to do?
Marion: We want you to be a wheelman. It's a nice easy job if you have a bit of skill behind the wheel. Wayne's got a job, but I won't tell you what it is. He will. You're not part of this job, but you've just got to drive him there. You don't have to drive him back, just there. Seems simple doesn't it?
Chris: Yeah, I guess it does.
Marion: Well it's a drugs deal. We're trying to get back a bit of money we'd lost and some chaps want in on the deal, so they'll be chasing you hard. You have to get them soon, or else they'll burn them. It's a race between you and them to get to them first. Don't fail, because this job is important. And with Isaac away, if you fail this... I might just have to throw both of you out the syndicate.
Chris: You're a very different man when you're eating chocolate, Marion.
Wayne: I'll second that.
Marion: Wayne! Get back on the phone!
Wayne: Sorry Marion. (On phone) So, yes... I'll drop by shortly to be on the deal. Don't worry, we'll definitely be there first. Well, I think. Anyway, bye.
Marion: Alright, go you two.
Chris: Ok.
Marion: And make it quick. Call me when you get there Wayne. You can go home as soon as the job is done Chris. Wayne here will inform me.
Chris: Ok, Marion.







Chris: So, Wayne Barker. This is the first time being in the same company of one another without Marion, Ramon or Kiefer yes?
Wayne: That's right. I hear good things about you. I doubt Marion will throw you out if you don't succeed, he likes you too much. He does, trust me. Like you said, when he's eating chocolate, he's a very different person. He'd rather be left alone.
Chris: (Chuckles) Does he like me usually then?
Wayne: Yeah, you and Isaac. He thinks your great for the team. He will bring you in on stopping Santiago though, you know that?
Chris: Yeah, of course. That's why Isaac and I joined. She screwed us, we wanted in so we can get after her.
Wayne: What did she do to you? She worked for Marion once you know, and stole his drugs, sold them off and fucked off with our money.
Chris: Luisa? Uhm, she killed a friend of mine.
Wayne: Did she?
Chris: Yeah, a friend of mine and Isaac's. When I was in an old gang we dealt some drugs with them, things got out of hand, my friend got shot.
Wayne: Tell me who it is. Marion could help you with that one.
Chris: You don't need to know.
Wayne: No, seriously. He'll help you, trust me.
Chris: Erm, his name was John Baker.
Wayne: John Baker? Alright, well I'll remember that.
Chris: (Sighs)
Wayne: Something the matter?
Chris: Yeah.
Wayne: What?
Chris: I've got a bad headache. All this kicking off? It's giving me a migraine.
Wayne: Are you sure you want to continue driving?
Chris: Fuck off. It's a job I've got to do for you and I destine to do it. I want the cash, don't I?
Wayne: I bet you do. You should get a share of the cash we get from the drugs. We're picking up some drugs from a rival gang and then we're selling them off. This is all to put an end to the feud with them.
Chris: I see. Nothing related to The Blackjacks?
Wayne: Nah, not at all.



Chris: Who's that?
Wayne: You know what Marion said...



Chris: Is that who I think it is?
Wayne: It's the rival gang, Chris. They want the drugs just as much as we do. Lose them! Go, go, go - let's see what you've got old Conventa!





Wayne: He's coming up behind. Speed up!
Chris: Have you got a gun? You could shoot his tyres out!
Wayne: Shit, I forgot. I could have got one just in case. But this is the oppurtunity to use the car as the weapon, not a gun.
Chris: I'm not smashing this.
Wayne: For fuck's sake escape then and you won't have to!



Wayne: Agh! We're getting pushed about. Teach this bastard a lesson!



Chris: Agh!
Wayne: That's it! Reel him in! (Laughs)



Chris: Oh... the paintwork.
Wayne: Never mind that. Stop whimping. Get a bloody move on!



(Scraping)

Chris: Oh shit, that's going to leave a scratch.
Wayne: Come on Chris, this guy's touching us! We need to take a drastic approach to lose this bastard!



Wayne: He's hitting us! Fucking ram him off the road!
Chris: We won't need to. I don't suppose he'll be able to do what I'm about to do...





Wayne: FUCK YEAH!
Chris: That's the spirit...



Wayne: That was fun. Can we do it again?
Chris: If this prick is so persistent I'm going to have to.
Wayne: We can lose him now! (Chuckles)





Wayne: Ahaha! We're going to make it!
Chris: I wouldn't be so sure. That thing will eat the Manticon for breakfast on the straights...







Wayne: You've got any muscles in you today, Chris?
Chris: Yeah, why?
Wayne: We haven't got guns. If we're going to stop, we might as well beat him instead of killing the bastard. Pull into that construction site, let's see what we can do.
Chris: Alright, sounds good to me!



Wayne: YEAH! Woohoo!
Chris: Oh Wayne, please... save it.
Wayne: This is way more fun than I'd have anticipated...







Wayne: Alright, we've got to stop.





Chris: You're right, there's no way out.
Wayne: Shit! BRAKE!



Chris: (Panting) Phew. Still got it in me!
Wayne: Chris, that was fucking epic! (Laughs) Let's go!



Wayne: Sebastian Carlotti?
Sebastian: Wayne fucking Barker? I never knew you could drive so fucking well!
Chris: Actually, I was driving.
Sebastian: And who the fuck are you?
Chris: The fucking wheelman.
Sebastian: Oh, I see... well, I guess your driving was good but this city took it's toll didn't it? You took a wrong turn and look where it got you!
Wayne: Actually, we decided to stop so we could deal with you once and for all.
Sebastian: Oh, is that right? I thought someone would say that, that's a funny excuse which I guess is said quite often when you're the loser.
Chris: You don't seem to know the difference between victory and defeat, and right now... those aren't decided.



Wayne: Victory is already ours.
Chris: Wayne, no. You're wrong. This isn't over yet.



Sebastian: You want the drugs right? Let's see who can get there first yes? Let's forget what we've just done, and have a race there, sound good to you?
Chris: I don't think so.
Sebastian: You don't?
Wayne: We can settle this right here, right now. But it's your choice. Chris has it in him to have you in the corners. There's no dead ends now. We know the way.
Sebastian: Is that so? Ok then, propose your idea.



Wayne: How about you fuck the hell off and leave the drugs to us to handle with, huh? We can handle them with the attention needed.
Chris: Let's settle this, alright? I'm tired of standing here and I'm sure the builders don't want us on their site.



Sebastian: Agh! You little Senglish bastard!
Chris: I haven't got the time to wait today!



Chris: AGH!
Sebastian: And neither have I!



Sebastian: UGH!
Wayne: Ah... AGH!



Sebastian: Shit! Don't push me off, the drugs are yours... the drugs are yours... ok! Stop it, now!
Wayne: It's too late, partner. You missed your chance. You dordled around too much. I don't have the time for you.



Wayne: Goodbye!
Sebastian: No, SHIT!



Sebastian: Aggggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhh!



Wayne: Well, that's the hard part over...
Chris: Yeah.



Wayne: Thanks for everything Chris. Your driving was superb, I'll make sure Marion gets to know how well you did. See you.
Chris: Thanks Wayne. Good luck, bye!
Wayne: Goodbye!





Chris: Not bad Chris, not bad. One step closer now.





Chris: Hello? Florence? Oh, hi! I'm not bad thanks. Yeah, you know. I'm just recovering. You? Oh, brilliant. I'm glad you got things sorted out. Oh really...? Yeah, I'd be delighted to. Sure.



Chris: What time? Eight? No, nine. Ok. I'll make sure I'll be there for then, ok? Looking forward to it! See you! Bye! Love you...



Chris: (Sighs) Florence, Florence, Florence... such a pretty girl. Yet I feel something isn't right.



Chris: Hello, Marion? Ah, it's you. I guess Wayne told you the job went ok? Marvelous. Is he back with you now? Fantastic. I'll come by soon to pick the money up. Tomorrow? Tomorrow yes. That sounds fine. I'll see Isaac too for you, yes. Ok Marion, thanks... bye!



Chris: Looking good. Ah. I think I need a hat though...



Chris: Yeah, much better. Screw Isaac, screw Ian, screw everyone. Tonight is mine and Florence's, mine and Florence's only.



Danilo: Agh! Come on!



Chris: Danilo!
Danilo: Oh, hey there Chris! What can I do for you? Are you looking for Kiefer?
Chris: Yeah, I am.
Danilo: He's at home. He's not coming in til' later. I think he's making up for lost time with Florence. You said to him I think how she felt, and now he's making it back up to her.
Chris: Oh you know... I'm pleased to hear that. Listen, sorry to hear you lost the fight recently.
Danilo: Oh no don't mention it - I'd rather forget it. It wasn't my finest moment but, I lived. I continue to fight another day.
Chris: Yeah, sure. It certainly had an impact on Kiefer.
Danilo: I would have guessed.
Chris: And Danilo, you think Florence is at home too?
Danilo: Oh yeah, more than likely. I don't think she works on a weekend.
Chris: Ah, great. Thanks. See you around?



Danilo: Oh, wait Chris!
Chris: Yes?
Danilo: Are you willing to catch Luisa Santiago yet? I keep asking Kiefer but he won't tell me anything.
Chris: Oh look, we're thinking about it. We're definitely going after her soon, but... we know she wants to kill Marion already.
Danilo: Now there's a surprise.
Chris: Yeah, tell me about it. Listen, if Kiefer don't tell you anything, I'll make sure I do. Just make sure Kiefer didn't know I told you.
Danilo: (Chuckles) Thanks Chris. You're kinder than I thought.
Chris: I try to help other people. You have the right to know. You don't want to be worrying about Kiefer now do you? It'll come to an end for us soon. Don't worry.
Danilo: I hope so.
Chris: Well, I've got to go and get to seeing him now, you look after yourself won't you Danilo?
Danilo: I will Chris, don't you worry.
Chris: And good luck on your next fight.
Danilo: Yeah, thanks.
Chris: See you.
Danilo: Bye Chris.



Chris: Oh dear, what a day...





Florence: I'm really sorry to hear Danilo lost in the fight.
Kiefer: It's not my problem anymore. You win some, you lose some. I can't beat myself up about it like you say. I hope you've been ok in the meantime... Chris ok?
Florence: Yeah, I think he's ok despite he's got a lot on his plate at the moment like you.
Kiefer: I guess he has.
Florence: Maybe he's got even more on his plate than you have.
Kiefer: I doubt it. He ranks lower than me in The Del Bosque gang.
Florence: Oh Kiefer... why does the man I love have to be in a gang?
Kiefer: And me as well let's not forget!
Florence: The two men I love most in my life!
Kiefer: How do you love Chris so much? You've only been seeing him a short while.
Florence: Well it might not seem long but when we do see each other we speak a lot. He makes the effort to take me on dates and see me all the time, surely that can't be a bad thing?
Kiefer: No Florence... it isn't. I wish you'd make the right decision though.
Florence: Excuse me!? How can you judge me like that? How do you know whether I'm making the correct decision or not? It's not for you to decide, I'm a big girl now. I don't need you to treat me as a child.
Kiefer: I'm sorry Florence. I'm just wary of things recently. As far as I see it, Chris is still a rookie. I trust him, you know. I like him a lot but... I don't trust him entirely. You never know what he has to hide... and you don't know everything about him yet do you?
Florence: No but... even when you're about to marry you don't know entirely everything about one another, if you married someone and you knew everything about them then a relationship would be pretty boring after that wouldn't it? You should be able to learn something new everyday about them.
Kiefer: Have you learnt a lot?
Florence: Yeah, I've learnt a lot about Chris already. Probably more than what you do.



Florence: Chris!
Chris: Do you know everything about me? More than Kiefer? Oh, this isn't a bad time is it?
Kiefer: No, no. Absolutely not Chris. Take a seat pal.



Chris: So Kiefer, how are you? Have you spoke to Marion recently?
Kiefer: Nah, I haven't had the chance. Like you suggested, I've been with Florence the past day or two, catching up, you know. Things are all good now.
Chris: Oh, glad to hear that.
Florence: He's learnt a lot from you, Chris. Strangely we all have. Your not just a great guy, but you're a master too. Why do you do Marion's dirty work? You're a genious, you should be even higher than him if he's not even smart enough to realise his wife doesn't even love him.
Chris: When will I get to see Marion's wife?
Florence: Oh, soon I guess. You need to see her, then you might change your views on Marion perhaps. The truth is, I don't think Marion will even have the time to take me on at his restaurant.
Kiefer: Yeah alright... enough of that, you don't need to talk about him like that. He did a lot for me and if he doesn't do the same to you then I'll deal with him.
Chris: We both will, Kiefer. I'm in this too.
Kiefer: Stay out of it, Chris.
Chris: (Sighs) Well, if that's the way you want to go about it, then fine!
Florence: Father! Don't be like that!
Kiefer: I'm sorry, sorry Chris. I haven't been treating you with the respect you deserve recently. Have you been working for Marion recently?
Chris: Yeah, I have. In fact today I went with Wayne to pick up a 'package' for Marion. There was no gunfire, nothing. We wrecked a construction site up a bit, but there was an enjoyable car chase. I often enjoy working for Marion... the guys you're up against are either junkies, ex-cops and the occasional cocksucker.
Kiefer: (Chuckles) Damn right, Chris. I thank Marion sometimes for getting involved with the loonies.
Chris: (Laughs) Don't count out Santiago though.
Kiefer: No, she's different. Far too different. I hear Isaac told Marion the news.
Chris: Yeah, the news. But don't worry, Marion ain't dead. I won't allow that. He's not the greatest guy at sometimes, but I respect him for his business empire, he's kind when he's not eating chocolate, then he'd rather be left alone.
Kiefer: (Chuckles) Marion does love chocolate...
Chris: Yeah. Well I'm glad to see somebody is ok today.
Kiefer: Why, are you hinting you're not?
Chris: Nah. I did something wrong.
Kiefer: I've got to go. Tell me please.
Chris: Another time, go on... go.
Kiefer: Well, I'll be at the boxing club. If you want to pop by...
Chris: I'll most likely tell you tomorrow. Nice to see you're well, Kiefer. See you.



Kiefer: Alright, ok. See you Chris.
Chris: Bye Kiefer.



Florence: I'll just shift along then...
Chris: (Chuckles) Please do!



Florence: Well, do you know exactly what you want tonight?
Chris: For what?
Florence: For our evening meal!?
Chris: Oh right! Yeah, well... you know how I am at making decisions. Surprise me!
Florence: (Giggles) Are you sure? Nothing with nuts?
Chris: Nothing too spicy either!
Florence: Oh so you tell me you don't like spicy things either now?
Chris: Nah, I don't.
Florence: How does pork chops sound to you?
Chris: Pork chops, well... that'd be marvelous. I love pork chops, and I love your cooking even more. I'm sure it'll be delicious.
Florence: (Giggles) Oh stop, you're too kind!



Florence: I hope you like everything else I give you too... after all it wouldn't be very exciting if I just have you a plate with a lump of pork on it, would it!?
Chris: No Florence love, definitely not!
Florence: (Giggles)



Florence: Ah that smells nice!
Chris: I'm sure it does!
Florence: I think we're ready! You should sit down!





Florence: Well, here we are. I hope you like it.
Chris: I'm sure I will. Looks lovely.
Florence: Thanks. Tuck in!
Chris: I'd be more than pleased to!
Florence: So?
Chris: It's delicious, as I'd expect from you, Florence.
Florence: Oh thank you! So then Chris, tell me... what do you do for fun when you're not around Marion doing work?
Chris: Fun, fun? There's no such word in my books. I don't have fun. But now I've found you Florence, I finally have an answer to give me such fun, and that's why I like you so much.
Florence: You like me? What do you think of me, in all honesty?
Chris: When I first saw you, I have to say, you were a bit clingy but since then, we still see each other very often and you're just a great girl. I'm glad I met your father, I would have never met you. Your hair is always nice, your cooking is, not forgetting that you're stunningly beautiful.
Florence: (Blushes) Oh, Chris... that's so lovely to say.
Chris: What do you think of me?
Florence: You? Well, your kinder than every man I've been in a relationship with before, you're funny sometimes, you share the same zodiac sign... you dress well, you have a nice car. I just wish you wasn't a gangster for living.
Chris: Oh Florence, I'm sorry. You know there's nothing I can do about that. I don't like being a gangster, but what else have I to do to get food on the table and a roof over my head?
Florence: Promise me you'll get a good, honest job like mine when you've made the money you need.
Chris: I will, I've set my sights on something already.
Florence: You have, what's that?
Chris: I don't know, maybe I can help out Kiefer with his boxing club...
Florence: Oh! You'd be great doing that, that'd really bring us all together you know, that'd be great!



Chris: Yeah, if Kiefer lets me...
Florence: Oh don't worry, I'm sure he will. After all, we both like you very much. I can see he trusts you. It might not seem that way all the time, but I know he does Chris, don't you worry.
Chris: Wonderful. Time for me to ask you a question.
Florence: Ok Chris, go ahead.
Chris: If you could live anywhere other than here, where would it be?
Florence: Oh, good question. All my friends and family live here, family being that of which I have left though... but it's Sondon after all. Nowadays it's a place for business rather than a place to live. Nobody wants to live here unless they're a businessman or a copper. You know what I mean?
Chris: Yeah, I do. So where would you live then?
Florence: Oh, I forgot all about that, got carried off the question there! (Giggles)
Chris: (Laughs)
Florence: Erm, I don't know really. I'm an adventurous type, but I wouldn't like to live in a hot country if that's what you think. Well, it depends. Maybe Sireland? The peacefulness and the whole history of that country fascinates me.
Chris: Sireland? Interesting.
Florence: What about you?
Chris: I think Sanada. My parents live there but it's not just because of that, I can't stand hot countries and well, it's a very interesting country. It's like Sengland, but different. Different to what people think, Florence. Different.
Florence: I know, I know. So you told me you like astronomy, you've told me lots. What kind of music do you like?
Chris: Rock, mainly. Not like hard rock, you know what I mean. Hard rock is just too aggressive for me. I like rock where, you know... the songs are about three years long and eventually they do smash the instruments up in the end.
Florence: I thought that WAS hard rock?
Chris: Oh no, not always. (Chuckles) I'm talking more about soft rock where eventually they smash everything up.
Florence: Ok...



Chris: What music do you like Florence?
Florence: I like the Sowma Boys to be honest.
Chris: Ah, the Sowma Boys. You can't forget though that one of them is a sex offender.
Florence: I know, I know, but Ant was my least favourite of the band anyway. I liked Eddie.
Chris: Eddie was the coolest, I think.
Florence: And the hottest! Not as hot as you though, Chris.
Chris: Oooh! (Laughs)
Florence: (Giggles)
Chris: This is really really nice, I must say Florence. I'll tell you time and time again but honestly, this is superb food.
Florence: Oh Chris, stop it now. You're boring me with your praise... (giggles)
Chris: What could I possibly give you to make it up to you?
Florence: Hmm, well... I don't know. What do you have in mind handsome?
Chris: It depends if you think it is time to take the next step. I mean, I don't want to be going too quick into things like this but...
Florence: But what?
Chris: I think it really is time I made it back up to you in a way that I can.
Florence: I want to know, Chris!
Chris: You'll figure it out when we've finished the meal.
Florence: Alright.



Florence: If you want to make a commitment to me Chris, you better not have anything hidden. If you have any secrets, they better be good ones. Because believe me, I don't have the time for liars and cheaters. I've been the victim of that too much already.
Chris: Don't worry Florence, there's nothing for you to know now.
Florence: If you're going to tell me your secrets, do it now, Chris.
Chris: I have too many to tell them now. I will not harm you, don't worry. I love you, Florence. I don't have anything to hide. I know what you're talking about, I once was in your position but don't stress over it. We've found each other, we're obviously right for each other.
Florence: I know. I couldn't have asked to meet anyone else. Thanks Chris.
Chris: No, thank you.



Florence: Well, I think I've just about finished. You want a dessert?
Chris: Oh no Florence, I'm full thanks.
Florence: If that's the case, I'll go put these dishes in the kitchen and I'll clean them up tomorrow. Probably now is your time to 'make things up' to me, don't you think?
Chris: Yeah, definitely.





Chris: Alright then, come here.
Florence: Ok...



Florence: You know I couldn't feel safer without you...
Chris: ...



Florence: I couldn't have asked for more from you, Chris.
Chris: I couldn't have asked for a better woman than from you either, Florence.



Florence: Show me what you had to make up to me. Make it quick.
Chris: I'm taking all the time I can, you deserve it. We deserve it.













Florence: Oh, please Chris... this is too good to be true.
Chris: Hmmmm...
Chris: AGH, AGH!
Florence: Oh Chris, please, please! Don't stop, agh! AGH!
Chris: ...



Florence: OH PLEASE DON'T STOP! Ah!

I tell you a story. A story about a man. He never had his way with women, and yet Chris here is the kind of guy you'd least think so would find a girlfriend. Not that because of his looks, but his personality. He's not really sociable if I'm honest. He doesn't need the time for a relationship. He doesn't want one. But when you meet someone you are so passionate about, there's no use denying it. You're in love. You've made a commitment. First comes the date, then comes the first kiss, then comes the sex. Chris isn't the kind of guy to be sleeping around while in a huge operation but... it's only natural. We've got to do what we've all got to do. Love is blind. Love is huge. But it never makes the world go round. What makes the world go round? Money and politics. It reminds you of something, doesn't it? I hope so. Call us sophisticated, but us Senglish don't always do calm. In Sondon, everything is corrupt. What did I tell you? Booze, sex, money? All things the majority takes for granted? It's becoming ever-more clear. There's no use denying it Chris, you know you've got it coming. Enjoy the fun while it lasts, Osborne.