Episode Eleven (11), Part One (1)

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[size=200]Evil Born Evil[/size]
Series: 03
Episode: 11
Written by: Luke Enfield
Produced by: Crimson Media
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[warning]AGE RATING: 15+
CONTAINS: STRONG LANGUAGE, STRONG VIOLENCE, BLOOD[/warning]
Previously on Evil Born Evil...



Florence: You know exactly why I'm here, and no... it isn't to kiss you and make you feel better in a hope that the nasty men won't hurt my 'iccle Chwissy Wissy 'cause he don't like it here'. Shove it! Why did you lie to me?
Chris: Lie? Look I'm sorry I didn't tell you about the court case but...
Florence: But you was trying to hide the truth. So you lied.
Chris: Truth? What truth?
Florence: For heaven's sake, Chris! I'm devestated. Really. I thought for once in my life I'd found a man who actually cared for me and really wanted to love me. I thought we had a future, Chris.
Chris: And we still do. Tell me what it is, Florence.
Florence: ...
Chris: Tell me!
Florence: Why didn't you tell me you were a police detective?
Chris: Oh.
Florence: Why!? WHY!?



Chris: All potential targets... targets... killers. Wayne Barker. Isaac Noble. Marion Cardenas. Luisa Santiago. Rocco Mendez... Derren Carlyle?



Another chapter, another victory for Chris. No booze, no girls, and yet... he did it all right. He patched things up with loved ones, worked out plans, policed from his jail cell. Who says that just because you're in prison makes you a bad guy? More are becoming aware of Ian's corruption. Like Malcolm Kaplinksy said, after all... it was only a matter of time.





Getting out of a prison must be the best feeling on Alterra. To remind yourself of the pain you went through and the guilt still carried from the crime you caused, it all goes flooding away, yet things do seem surreal.



Surreal; especially when the people you see you can't remember them entirely. Although, fortunately for Chris... a good man cut his sentence to half.



Chris: Thanks for dropping by, Marion.
Marion: Sure, kid. Get in.



Chris: Where are you taking me?
Marion: Somewhere for us to discuss a matter or two.







Marion: So, Chris...
Chris: Hmm?



Marion: How did you find it in the can? I've never been there, believe it or not.
Chris: Awful.
Marion: Would you like to elaborate on that one for me?
Chris: No.
Marion: (Chuckles) I guessed they slammed your arse pretty hard hey?
Chris: These weren't the kind of guys you'd imagine, Marion. They beat me up pretty hard, yeah... but nothing I couldn't handle.
Marion: I see.



Ramon: Gay prisoners aren't your gay stereotype, M.
Wayne: I think he knew that, Ray. No need for your input.
Chris: (Sighs)
Ramon: Why am I sat in the front then?
Wayne: Because the important passengers always sit in the back.
Chris: I'm important?
Wayne: Well, let's put it this way... you've contributed a lot more than Ramon.
Ramon: I beg your pardon?
Wayne: He contributed a lot, yeah. Not always in the way we'd hope, however.
Chris: What are you talking about, Wayne?



Wayne: Oh, don't you worry Chris. You'll find out soon, my friend.
Chris: So, how have you guys been recently? No Luisa been around?
Ramon: She's still in Sengland, Chris. She's after something, but... don't worry. She won't be escaping your grasp just yet...
Chris: Where are we going again?
Wayne: We thought we should clear a few things up with you, Chris. See what step we take next. We're going to take you to a place you might be familiar with.
Chris: Familiar with?
Ramon: Yeah, familiar with...



Chris: The slums then, why?
Marion: Well, not many people hang around here do they? It's revolting.
Chris: Then why are we here?
Marion: So we can talk about this in piece, hey?
Chris: So, Luisa hasn't came into contact with anyone, no?
Marion: No, she hasn't.
Chris: That's good. So, what do you propose to do next then?
Marion: I don't know.
Chris: Isaac being doing good work for you, Marion?
Marion: That's just what I wanted to move onto, Chris.
Chris: Isaac?
Marion: Yeah, Isaac and his occupation.
Chris: His occupation?
Marion: I didn't know you beat him, Chris. That explains why he wasn't working with us for a while. I've not seen that bastard for three months. I met him in Ruggdon, Chris. He seemed pretty shook up indeed. I had to congratulate him though, mind you.
Chris: Congratulate him for what? He's done nothing good recently...
Marion: He won the court case I hear.
Chris: Yes, and your point is?
Marion: I'm many things, Osborne. But STUPID isn't one of them. DETECTIVE INSPECTOR Chris Osborne, you are guilty of the assault of DETECTIVE INSPECTOR Isaac Noble. Now, Chris. Do you want me to REPEAT that for you?
Chris: (Gulps) No, Marion.
Marion: Well then...



Chris: ...
Marion: This is exactly why we need to 'discuss' matters. Firstly, oh yes... you're a cop.
Chris: How do you know this?
Marion: Oh! Wayne popped down to see it all. He said he enjoyed it, Chris. That lawyer of yours Osborne put on a good show didn't he, Wayne?
Wayne: Yeah, he sure did.
Chris: You leave Leo out of this.
Marion: He's not any of our problems. YOU AND THAT BASTARD ISAAC ARE OUR PROBLEMS NOW! HOW COULD YOU FUCKING LIE LIKE THAT!? We're the most wanted clan in this town now, Chris. All because of you. Think of it, our business empire... I'm going to have to jump ship and leave it all to burn. You nearly drove me to my death, Osborne. I DESPISE YOU!
Chris: Look, I'm sorry...
Marion: Sorry? SORRY!? (Chuckles) I'M sorry!? You think sorry is enough? Nothing can fix what you've done now, Osborne. You're life is in my hands. I'm not going to let some pig like you with a posh coat spoil by business empire or my reputation. But unfortunately, you already have. Well... fucking... done.
Chris: Isaac told Kiefer...
Marion: I know. I didn't tell Kiefer. I knew before that. You know what, my Wayne told me the very moment he arrived, only moments after the trial...
Chris: How on Alterra did you know I was going on trial? It goes nowhere past the government and police.
Marion: You know exactly who I'm talking about when I say that a certain idiot 'close' to you opened that mouth of his. He was trying to gain my trust, Chris! Trying to be all lovey-dovey about things... it was Isaac!
Chris: Shit...
Marion: Isn't it just!?
Chris: I could kill him...
Marion: Yeah, I bet you could.
Chris: Alright then, explain to me about the money.
Marion: The money I still haven't got back?
Chris: No, Isaac's money. When I beat him up, I saw money, lots of it. You happen to know anything about it?
Marion: I know you're not one for telling the truth Chris, so I'll tell the truth. I don't know what you're talking about.



Chris: (Sighs) Alright... where's Kiefer in all of this?
Marion: (Laughs) Kiefer? Kiefer!? You want to know about him!? HA! He was useless ever since you turned up! Look what you've done, you ruined my clan!
Chris: What did you do to him, Marion!?
Marion: Bent cop much? Huh, Osborne? Why would you even give a flying fuck about Hodgson? Taking his side? Taking things too far with Florence? You're a cop, Chris! Face it, you old bastard.
Chris: If you lay one finger on him, I swear... I'll cause a whole lot more damage than I have already.
Marion: You won't need to. You know really why we're here, Chris. This place is burning to the ground.
Chris: What the fuck!?
Marion: I never gave a fuck about Kiefer. He's a family man, he's too soft for this kind of work. I don't think he's even able to cater for that boxing club of his anymore. No wonder that bastard Micky went onto the drugs.
Chris: Micky?
Marion: Face it, Chris. I killed that Micky bastard. He's been looking for years, he was too dumb to even realise.
Chris: He's not dumb, Marion. But you're a very clever man.
Marion: Oh, why thank you Chris.
Chris: It's true. But if you think for one minute... that you're going to win in all of this. Think again.
Marion: (Sniggers) Fat chance you'll win, Chris. Wayne, do what you have to do.



Wayne: (Sighs) Hard luck hey, Osborne?
Chris: What the fuck are you doing? Get off me!





Chris: What do you want!?
Marion: Well, you've gave me an apology, but like I said... you owe me a whole lot more.
Chris: Alright then, get these chains off me, tell me what you want and I'll do it.
Marion: (Chuckles) You really think you're clever don't you, Osborne? Not as clever as me, obviously. Like you said, Chris. I'm the one with the brains around here. I'm the one with the restaurants, casinos, bars, nightclubs... and you... you're just some fucking pig with an over-reactive temper and a nice coat that your mother brought for you in the New Year.
Chris: Tell me what you want before I BREAK these chains myself.
Marion: Good luck trying that one.



Marion: You want to know it all!? Of course you do. I'll tell you it all. My stag night, before I got married to my beautiful wife. Micky and Kiefer stood there. Kiefer wasn't to pleased with him with the drugs and all, but Micky had just got off them bless him, and was prepared to enter a new phase of his like free of that crap. I just despised him. Shot him three times in the head. Damn, it felt good.
Chris: DO YOU REALISE WHAT YOU'VE DONE!?
Marion: Yeah, he was my step-brother, Chris. Kat was horrified. Serves the bitch right. She still never loves me. Aged 28, beautiful, blonde... but one hell of a bitch. Her brother's death, just my way of getting back at her.



Marion: Oh, I'm sorry. Time to get moving. Well Chris, to sum up... I enjoyed the moments you, Isaac and myself shared together. You was very promising, Chris. Very. You were exactly who I needed. Then that tower we built toppled. You and Isaac going after Luisa for something she'd done? Killing a friend? Yeah, like I'd ever believe that. It was nice knowing you, Chris. But you're good for nobody now. I hope you realise what you've done.
Chris: What on Alterra are you going to do!?
Marion: Wayne, let's go.
Wayne: Sure, boss.
Marion: Goodbye Chris. Have a good time where you go next. Try not to screw anyone in hell, please? You might join that prick Micky actually...



Marion: Bye!
Wayne: Scum...
Chris: No... fuck no...





Chris: CARDENAS! GET BACK HERE NOW! IF WE DON'T SORT ANYTHING OUT, I'LL COME LOOKING FOR YOU! I'M COMING AFTER YOU! IF YOU KILL ME, YOU'LL NEVER FEEL THE SAME WAY AGAIN!



Chris: Oh... I can't die. Not now, not after everything...!





Felix: Alright, alright. Slow it down. I'm pretty sure they headed this way.
Rod: That's it, I see them!
Felix: Get down!



Rod: But there's no Chris...
Felix: Do you detect smoke, Rod? Something doesn't look right...
Rod: Smoke?



Felix: The whole fucking place is on fire, come on Rod... quick! We've got to find him in there...!
Rod: Shit! GO!



Chris: Ugh! So hot...!



Felix: Is he breathing?
Rod: Just about, the smokes definetly lost him conciousness though... we've got to get him to a doctor quick. Open the car door.
Chris: Of course I'm breathing you idiots! I don't need a doctor, I just survived that one alright. Thanks guys.
Rod: Oh. I'll just put you down then.
Chris: Yeah, thanks.







Victor: Kept your car in good nic, as you can see...
Chris: Yeah. (Coughs)
Victor: You alright now?
Chris: Just about, not the first time I've dealt with flames recently. The train explosion, the arson attack on my apartment and now Marion trying to burn me to death.
Victor: Let's move on.



Chris: You had the tax covered on this thing?
Victor: Yeah, don't worry. It's all paid for. Rod knows his way around a motor, he gave it a good going over.
Chris: Aw, man. You lot are the best.
Victor: Come on, let's go.





(Ignition starts)

Victor: Well, what are you waiting for? Give her the beans!
Chris: Ok!

(Engine revs)

Chris: Hmm, that doesn't sound right.
Victor: I'm sorry?
Chris: It needs a little more air into the carburetor. Doesn't Rod realise the petrol needs the air to run the engine well? If he's been out and about in it he could have damaged the engine...
Victor: Oh, he might have been in it a bit...
Chris: Yeah, I could have guessed. He's jealous isn't he?
Victor: (Chuckles) He might be. Look, I'm sure it's fine.
Chris: No, I've got to fetch Rod, I'm sorry.



Ian: Alright Isaac, take it all in your stride... this won't be easy but, we've got to do the same as everyone else. He's back, he needs welcoming.
Isaac: I've got a bad feeling about this one...





Chris: Oh, crap.
Victor: What's wrong?
Chris: Erm, forget what I just said. I'm sure we can manage. I've not got time for those bastards today.
Victor: Oh, damn...!





Ian: Oh, Chris. Come back!
Isaac: The prick. I knew he'd do something dirty on us. I told you so.
Ian: Let's go inside. It's cold. Winter's on its way.



Victor: Well, I'm sorry but we've got to do this.
Chris: Yeah, I guess.
Victor: Tell me everything that happened.
Chris: Everything? (Sighs)
Victor: As much as you can remember.
Chris: Well, it wasn't a great time as you'd guessed. You know of Tomasz Nowicki already. I met Joe Vasquez, he broke into the Riberican Embassy willing to get out of Sengland and back to Riberia. You know where he came from?
Victor: Where?
Chris: The village in Realsella. The same as Luisa and Rocco. He knows them.
Victor: Great!
Chris: He's dead though. Nowicki's men killed him.
Victor: Oh, damnit! You know, we could have got a lot on them thanks to him.
Chris: Afraid not.
Victor: What did you learn about it then?
Chris: From what I can remember... a drugs mule or something came to Riberia from the Shellasian thugs, the government captured her, the thugs wanted her back, the deal went wrong and the thugs started an epic riot? Houses burnt down and everything. It sounded awful.
Victor: I bet it was...
Chris: I knew Nowicki before however. I hit out at him at the Saxon slums. Wait a minute!
Victor: What!?
Chris: Vasquez joined my side and Nowicki didn't seem too pleased, Nowicki was at the slums, he was obviously one of Luisa's men and... Vasquez knew Luisa. Damn!
Victor: Vasquez and Nowicki were two of The Blackjacks too you reckon?
Chris: It's written in black and white, Victor. They definitely were.
Victor: Well, you did learn a lot there then.
Chris: Too right I did.
Victor: And tell me then, tell me about this morning.



Chris: This morning? Well, when I got out of prison I expected Rod and Felix to be there, but it seems Cardenas beat them to it. They picked me up and brought me back to the slums. It turns out Isaac invited Wayne to the trial...
Victor: THE BASTARD!
Chris: I know, I know. Calm down. He wanted him to know himself and me were cops and, he invited him and Wayne passed it on to Marion. Everyone knows we're cops now. When I mentioned Kiefer he didn't take it too well too. He needs protecting, Vic. I reckon he's the next on their hit list.
Victor: What does Kiefer matter to us?
Chris: He's a good man, Victor! I love his daughter, there's no use denying it. I put things straight with them while they visited me in prison. They both know that I'm a cop.
Victor: How!?
Chris: They didn't learn from Marion... oh no. ISAAC told them.
Victor: Right, that's enough. I'm going to take Ian and Isaac and slam their heads together till I fucking KILL THEM!
Chris: Woah, woah, woah! That's exactly what you're NOT doing. We'll work something out though. No doubt Isaac will be planning his revenge for what I did. But a man named Micky, none of your concern really. Marion's step-brother he was, brother of Marion's wife Kat, it turns out Marion killed him. And I'm the one who's now going to have to break the news to Kiefer. Marion thinks I'm dead so he thought it's best I knew anyway.
Victor: That bastard. Marion, Isaac...
Chris: I know, Victor. We started this with the intention of finding Herbert Major's killer and look where we are now. A whole lot of time later, I've been to prison, half of the Sondon Met. is corrupt, Marion killed Micky and I've about had enough with Isaac.
Victor: Hear, hear.
Chris: What do we do, Vic?
Victor: I don't know.
Chris: There's only you, Rod, Felix and myself in all of this. Of course the rest of the bunch are going to stick with Ian since they know the sack is the alternative option. But Ian won't sack us.
Victor: He knows that we're too good to drop.
Chris: Exactly. Yet he hates our guts.
Victor: He's always hated my guts.



Chris: If we make it public about Ian's corruption, the government have to act.
Victor: But it's always the case of either Ian is up the arse of the government or the government is up Ian's arse. They all stick by each other.
Chris: What do we do!?
Victor: I don't know!
Chris: They wouldn't believe it if we said that the Chief was corrupt? What is he, immune from being corrupt because he's Chief? And remind me again, how many clean Chiefs of Police have we had at the Sondon Metropolitan Police Department?
Victor: A few, but not many.
Chris: You should take it over.
Victor: Me? Nah! Don't be stupid.
Chris: No, I'm serious!
Victor: I'm pretty sure that you're not. I couldn't do that.
Chris: You'll have to face it, Vic. You're the Vice Chief, if Ian goes, your next. And now you've got to think of what you want more... rid of Ian, or not to become the new Chief.
Victor: What are people going to think of me, though!?
Chris: Fuck them! Tell them to get fucked! You're the Chief and you have the whole of the fucking police force under your thumb! Don't do anything stupid though, we've got to make Ian and Isaac sorry for themselves.
Victor: They're dopplegangers man, dopplegangers. They're hiding something.
Chris: Yeah, we know that one alright.
Victor: Alright, I've got a job for you tomorrow. Now that our cover has been dropped, you can start doing one hundred percent police work.
Chris: Marvelous.
Victor: So, I'll tell you what - break into the office of the Chief Of Police and obtain some files, anything you can.
Chris: (Chuckles) That's police work alright...
Victor: (Sniggers) It sure is.



Chris: Which files?
Victor: Any. Just search the place. We need to find out what he's hiding before it's too late. The longer he's Chief, the more this city is in danger.
Chris: Why not tonight?
Victor: Well the office is always locked in the evening. There's no way of getting in. Look, I'm going to bed now.
Chris: Oh, alright. It's been a long day for me already too.
Victor: Yeah, we both need some rest. I hope you're looking forward to tomorrow though.
Chris: Oh, sure I am.
Victor: Good. You'll need a good nights' rest.
Chris: I know, Vic. Goodnight.
Victor: Night, Chris.



Chris: What a day it's been. I've only been out of jail a couple of hours and things are kicking off. What drama. Everything's revolved around me lately. This isn't good for my reputation. Oh, Chris. (Sighs) Fuck the reputation. Go for gold. Isaac's the target. I just know it. I just know it.

(Piano begins to play)

Chris: What on Alterra!? Is this Victor's idea of sleep?





Music, in variety thrives, and the glory of song is within your eyes. Trumpets and drums and fiddles too...



...reflect the songs I find in you. Violins cry, cellos moan, with music of DREAMS, of LOVE, of HOME.



Deep within a piano plays, springing forth to you this day. Providing a home for it and you, I give you love and devotion too.



Chris: Nothing here. Must be Pierre's classic collection.





Marcus: Take this kiss upon the brow! And, in parting from you now, thus much let me avow - you are not wrong, who deem that my days have been a dream; yet if hope has flown away... in a night, or in a day, in a vision, or in none, is it therefore the less gone? All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream.





Marcus: Christopher Osborne! COME and DANCE with the DEVIL! DANCE WITH THE DEVIL! DANCE WITH THE DEVIL!
All: (Chants) DANCE WITH THE DEVIL! DANCE WITH THE DEVIL!
Mitch: You remind me of the ocean Chris! Yeah, you make sick!
Peter: Would you like to explain it to us, Detective Osborne?



Chris: Explain what!? Oh man, this has got to stop! What is HAPPENING to me!?



Chris: What's wrong with me!? MARCUS! Do something! No, Mitch, Peter! MITCH!



Chris: MITCH! NO! (Wails)



Marcus: I stand amid the roar of a surf-tormented shore, and I hold within my hand grains of the golden sand!



Marcus: How few! Yet how they creep through my fingers to the deep!
Peter: What are you doing!? AGH! WOULD YOU LIKE TO EXPLAIN IT TO US, DETECTIVE OSBORNE!?



Peter: AGH! NO! STOP IT!
Marcus: While I weep - while I weep! Oh good lord! Can I not grasp them with a tighter clasp?



Peter: YOU FUCKING LUNATIC! STOP IT!
Marcus: Oh good lord! Can I not save one from the pitiless wave? Is all that we see or seem... but a dream within a dream?



Chris: (Mutters) This cannot be happening. It just can't. A dream within a dream. Too right.



Chris: You're really pushing me to the edge now, Marcus! This stops now!
Marcus: Well done on your prison sentence, Chris. You did well. I wish you the best of luck in future. And hey, you'll need it won't you?



Chris: We finish this one NOW YOU BASTARD! GET OUT OF MY DREAM! GET OUT!
Marcus: Ugh!



(KA-BOOM!)

Chris: (Sighs) No 2012? I thought that I had an epiphany. It was Marcus. He was the target.



Chris: But no, he wasn't...
Pierre: What the hell are you talking about!? What's all this bloody racket Chris!?



Chris: That guy tried to kill me Pierre...
Pierre: I didn't see a guy. What are you talking about!? Come on, let's get you inside. You shouldn't have been up here in the first place...
Chris: It's Marcus, Pierre! It's Marcus!
Pierre: Marcus?
Chris: Marcus Redford! Didn't you hear the explosion? He's dead Pierre! I've killed him!
Pierre: What on ALTERRA are you talking about? There's nothing! Come on!
Chris: No, leave me alone.
Pierre: CHRIS!
Chris: I told you to leave me the hell alone! Go on, clear off...
Pierre: Oh... is that the way you want it?
Chris: Oh Pierre look... I'm...
Pierre: Sorry? Sorry? Is that what you was about to say? Sorry!? SORRY!? You wasn't intending on hurting an old man like me was you? No, this isn't you Chris.



Chris: It... it is. I mean... no. It isn't. Well, I don't know! I DON'T KNOW! Alright!?
Pierre: You need some rest, Osborne.
Chris: Well that's what they all say, isn't it? Leave me to make my own decisions.
Pierre: ...
Chris: Where's the bodies?
Pierre: Bodies? What bodies!?
Chris: Mitch... Peter. They were dead. Just right here.
Pierre: Is all that we see or seem... but a dream within a dream?
Chris: Yeah, I'm positive.
Pierre: What!?
Chris: Hang on... you just said...
Pierre: ...
Chris: A dream within a dream?
Pierre: What!?



Chris: You just said it! Is all that we see or seem... but a dream within a dream?
Pierre: You're going out of your mind, Osborne. I tell you. You're not the guy I once thought you were. You're terrifying me, literally. Honestly, you're terrifying me.
Chris: Look, I'm sorry. I have these visions... these things going on in my head... a erm...
Pierre: In a night, or in a day, in a vision, or in none, is it therefore the less gone?
Chris: You're quoting the poem again!
Pierre: What poem?
Chris: A dream within a dream, by Johannes Waltburg.
Pierre: I don't know of such thing. You're going out of your mind!
Chris: Alright, forget it.
Pierre: Forget what?
Chris: Everything. Just everything. Everything I've said. It's all a load of nonsense. You're right. I need some sleep.
Pierre: I think we all do. You just bloody woke me up.
Chris: I'm sorry, Pierre. It won't happen again.
Pierre: I bloody hope it won't. Come on, let's get inside.
Chris: (Sighs) Yeah...



THE FOLLOWING MORNING...

Chris: What a night... what a night. Seems I'm getting closer to the end. We're real close. As whoever that Malcolm guy said, it's going to happen soon. Real soon. A dream within a dream? Whatever crazy shit this is, the message is getting across... this is still a dream. It CAN'T be real...



A grey Laguardia Lizana, came into view and caught Chris' eye. The car used by every bodyguard or gang member of The Del Bosque gang, and something wasn't right.



Chris: A tail is the last thing I need right now... goddamnit.





Chris: Wayne Barker... ah shit...!
Wayne: Impressive. But I don't give up that easily, Osborne.



Wayne: Motherfucker!
Chris: Tug off, Barker! Let's end this!



Wayne: I'm beginning to get real impatient here, why don't you just realise that Alterra would be better without scum like you!?



(Tyres scream)



Chris: Another!?



(Smash and clatter)

Chris: AGH! My car!
Wayne: I'm evil, Chris. I don't like to see you smile. I'll trash your car, driver.



Chris: Piss off!
Wayne: (Cackles)



Chris: More heat is all I need right now...
Wayne: You better'd wished you were sorry, Osborne...





Chris: WOAH! Shit!
Wayne: I'm impressed by your driving, Chris. Hence why we brought a lot of guys along. You won't win. Even if I'm not as good a driver as you, I'm still as good a force. An even better force.





Wayne: We're coming to get you, Detective.



Chris: How's that hey? Four a-fucking-breast...
Wayne: HA! We've got your surrounded now! There's no where to run!



Chris: Change of plan!

(Brakes screech)



Chris: (Chuckles) Stupid chumps...!



(SMASH!)





Wayne: Nice try, Osborne. But I'm not that stupid. I haven't gone nowhere.
Chris: Barker hanging in there!? Blimey.



Chris: How'd he like this?



Wayne: Come on baby! You can do it! Ah! You show him!





Chris: Alright then, I'll build a tail. See how many guys he's got to give, and deal with them myself. We'll see how he likes that one.



Chris: That's it, you better move out my way. Pity I don't have the siren...
Wayne: Come on, baby! COME ON! I'M GOING TO HAVE OSBORNE!





Wayne: No doubt he's going to try something dirty here...



Chris: Holy shit that tail is long. I've got to shake it. Change of plan, chaps.





Chris: How'd you like that one, Barker?







Wayne: SHIT! AGH!





(SMASH!)



Chris: Bless slow construction... not much changed here in a few months...





Wayne: I'd wail in the fun I'm having here, but quite frankly I'd rather not. This is serious now, serious between me and you, Osborne.





Chris: When will that no-good-chump-of-a-brother-to-a-detective realise he isn't cut out to take me on when we hit the road? Too bad you never burnt me in the first place, Barker.



Chris: I AM... OUT OF HERE!





Chris: Uh-oh...!



Wayne: SHIT! MOVE!



Wayne: AGH!











Wayne: You won this time Chris but... believe me... I'LL BE BACK! YOU THINK YOU CAN DRIVE YOUR WAY OUT OF THIS ONE? THINK AGAIN!



(SMASH!)



(KA-BOOM!)







Chris: Thank you kindly...





Rod: Say, Chris hasn't been around too much lately has he, you know, ever since he was released from prison?
Felix: I'd say he was recovering, guessing Ian is kind enough to let him off...



Chris: Don't you worry. I haven't gone nowhere, I'm right here.



Felix: Where have you been recently then!?
Chris: (Sighs) I had to deal with a few... I mean a LOT of Marion's guys on the way here.
Rod: What!? Are you alright?
Chris: Of course I'm alright? Do I look bad?
Rod: No, sorry.
Chris: Oh no, I'm sorry Rod. It's erm, getting to me again. Five minutes I've been out and now everyone is jumping in quickly so I don't get away. No doubt Marion wants me dead and so when I left Victor's house... or home, if you could call it that... I erm, seemed to come across Wayne Barker chasing after me. He brought a couple other guys along with him. Let's say, it was definitely the most intense car chase I've endured in.
Rod: MY BROTHER!?
Chris: No shit! He tried to burn me alive in those bloody slums yesterday, don't you remember? Didn't you see him pass by?
Rod: What has he got against you?
Chris: He was the one they had in the courtroom when I went down... he heard it all. Isaac invited him, in fact.
Felix: Isaac. Damn. What a complete and UTTER prick he turned out to be!
Rod: Oh, fuck. Now Marion's going to know everything.
Chris: Our names, addresses.
Felix: ADDRESSES!?
Rod: Oh, fuck it. FUCK IT!
Chris: I never even realised...
Felix: What are we ever going to do Chris? This is all down to you!
Rod: Hey, hey! Back off, Felix. You know it's a tough time for us all. We all know well that Chris did the right thing. Wayne was in there, who cares? He's not going to remember anything, unless he wrote it down...
Felix: ...
Chris: He could have wrote it down, Rod. I mean, I know he's your brother and you say a lot of bad things about him but, he's rather smart. Well, smart enough to realise that he'd walked in on a great oppurtunity for both him and Marion...
Rod: I can't believe I never recognized him. I would have recognized him at first sight. Think of it. We'd have him arrested, over and done with. All solved. He could lead us to Marion and explain everything as to why he turned his back on me those many years ago...
Chris: He could be dead.
Rod: What!?
Chris: It seemed to me as if he almost collided with another car, he rolled the car and another of those Bosques smashed into the car and it all went up in flames. I don't know if he got away in time. He could be dead.
Rod: Dead? But, he can't be dead!
Felix: It'd make things easier wouldn't it?
Rod: Are you fucking serious!? I hate his guts but, do you really think I'd just let him go like that!? To think I'll never know why he turned his back on me? No, Felix. I won't. Fuck off!
Felix: ...
Chris: Rod, calm down. I'm sure he's ok. There was nothing I could do. Hey, that's why they say that you're always the better driver out of the two.
Rod: Who said that?
Chris: Marion?
Rod: And they knew about me all along... thanks a lot Chris. Thanks a lot for NOT telling me!
Chris: Hey, I... I thought I did.



Rod: Sure.
Felix: Can we just settle this? I'm tired of all this arguing, we're not getting anywhere.
Chris: You're right Felix but, there's just nothing that we can all agree on at the minute...
Rod: We need Victor.
Chris: There's something we need to talk about regarding Victor.
Felix: He hasn't pulled a dirty trick on us has he!? More corruption, hey?
Chris: No, no. I mean the Chief Of Police position. I spoke to him earlier.
Rod: Oh yeah. About what?
Chris: The Chief Of Police position.
Rod: Fucking tell me!
Felix: Calm down and let him talk already!
Rod: (Sighs)
Chris: So, I told Vic. He's Vice Chief, and when Ian goes, he'll take over. So... we thought of a way to make it public about Ian's corruption... if we can get rid of Ian, with our trust in Victor, we know that the Met Police in this city is run how it should be. Then we can finally work towards abolishing both The Blackjacks and The Del Bosque Gang.
Felix: How are we going to do that then? Is Vic up for it?
Chris: He hesitated a little but... I think he kind of thought of it more, and liked the sound of it more. He's worried what people are going to think of him though. Esentially, he's kicking Ian out of his position and he's taking it over. People will think it's retribution. So, I'm going to do it.
Rod: What!? You?
Chris: Yes Rod, me.
Rod: Come on, say it. How are you going to do that, exactly!?
Chris: Keep quiet about it, try and distract Ian and Isaac if you see them.
Rod: Oh yeah, sure. We'll talk with them as if we're friends again...
Chris: No, argue. Do what you fucking like! Argue about Isaac, yeah... he told Wayne about the courtcase and blew our cover, as well as telling Kiefer and Florence of my occupation.
Felix: So he told that old gangster and his hot redhead daughter who I've not seen yet unfortunately?
Chris: Yeah, and for your information, Kiefer's no longer a gangster and Florence is mine. Back off, Felix... alright?
Felix: Oh... alright.
Chris: Everything's ok. I still don't believe it entirely but, Kiefer's willing to leave Marion behind and stick on my side not for the sake of the police, but just for me. Florence, well... I love her truthfully and, she loves me.
Felix: You really love her?
Chris: Look, it's all a long story.



Rod: Tell us what you're going to do already.
Chris: Oh, I'll feel bad about this. I'm breaking into Ian's office and try to obtain some files.
Felix: What files?
Chris: Any files I can find, so Vic says. Something for us and the government to go on.
Rod: But me and you know that the government and Ian stick by each other.
Chris: Well if that's the case, then we'll get other countries involved. There's no other solution above the government, so we'll just have to put up with what we have to play with. Oh, I feel bad about it.
Felix: Don't worry. You're doing the best thing, in my opinion.
Chris: Oh, thanks Felix. Man, I'm wanted by everyone, the police is a fucked up organization, if you could call it that... and where's the investigation to Major's death in all of this? Absolutely vanished.
Felix: Hey, WE'RE wanted by everyone.
Chris: Trust me, Marion and Wayne want me more than Isaac, which confused me but... with Isaac corrupt and telling them things they shouldn't know, clearly... they're more on his side than they'll ever be onto mine.
Felix: You don't want them to like you though, do you?
Rod: Better to be hated than liked, Osborne.
Chris: Yeah, look - I better get this over and done with.
Felix: Check the coast is clear, please Chris. When they're in here, we'll sort them out.
Chris: Have a good fucking argument with them, won't you boys?
Rod: Sure, it'll be a pleasure.
Felix: Good luck Chris.



Ian: Chris... do you mind if we had a word?



Chris: Oh Ian, I think you know EXACTLY what my response is to that one...
Ian: Hey! It's gov to you!
Chris: Not anymore it isn't!