Episode Twelve (12), Part One (1)

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[size=200]Evil Born Evil[/size]
Series: 03
Episode: 12
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...



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 too 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.



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.



Isaac: HOW DARE YOU COME IN HERE AND OFFER ME TO WORK ALONGSIDE SCUM LIKE YOU!
Chris: AGH!
Isaac: IAN IS CORRUPT, IAN IS A BLACKJACK... OK! He betrayed us all, but at least he gave me the gift that I wanted the most.
Chris: Oh yeah? What's that?
Isaac: Jail.
Chris: What!?
Isaac: He got the names and addresses of every and each jury member, Chris. He's got that power hasn't he? He had their gravestones reserved if one of them dare conclude you as being innocent. And you were fucking guilty. Bad luck, Osborne.
Chris: THE FUCK YOU'RE BOTH SORRY!



Felix: But why on Alterra has a little girl got to be related to him?
Chris: I don't know, I just don't know...
Felix: Hey, what about this guy... you recognize him?
Chris: Him? Nah.
Felix: Are you sure?
Chris: ...
Felix: Chris?
Chris: Erm... actually Felix. Actually... I do recognize him.
Felix: How?
Chris: It's a long story.
Felix: And? I'm not in a rush, Chris. The operation matters more now Chris. Forget the girls, the booze... I'm inclined in this now.
Chris: Sure you are.
Felix: Don't give me shit like that Chris, you know now isn't the time.
Chris: I'm sorry, Felix. I recognize him, but I don't know where from.
Felix: Ah, ok.



A marriage of two is for love that is true. A marriage of two is always something new. A marriage of two happens sometimes out of the blue. A marriage of two is worth it when its due. A marriage of two is a marriage of trust. Many can find themselves lost. It can be an expensive cost. They are only very few who have a clue of when love accrues. A marriage of two is about love making. It is not about money raking. A marriage of two can be bad. A marriage of two can be sad. You should only be glad if a marriage of two is for love that is true.





Isaac: Time to make a change to my life... time to get on with my life. Yes, absolutely. I've done nothing but cause trouble. What is it with you Isaac? Who is it? Who wants revenge on me and who do I need revenge on? I just don't know...



Isaac: Nevertheless, time to move on.



Isaac: (Sighs) Everything I touch falls apart. What a cop I turned out to be...





Isaac: I've got to find a place to start...



Chris: Well, here we are. We're back.
Florence: And now I'm going to find father dead.
Chris: I don't think we will. You'd be surprised. You obviously don't know him so well...
Florence: I know my father far more than anyone.





Florence: Oh, good heavens...!
Chris: Kiefer, you poor bastard.
Florence: Look at the mess!



Florence: Father! FATHER! WAKE UP!
Kiefer: Ugh... go away... I'm sleeping over here, can't you see?
Florence: And it's one 'o' clock in the afternoon!
Kiefer: Oh? Shit.



Florence: Come on... wakey wakey! RISE AND SHINE! We've got some news for you, and we aren't telling you it while you're in this state.
Kiefer: News? What news?
Chris: It's good news. Despite the news I gave you regarding Micky's murderer, there's some very good news that I'm sure will make you feel better.
Kiefer: The way I'm feeling, nothing can make me better at the miunte.
Florence: Don't worry, I'll make you something strong?
Chris: Coffee?
Kiefer: Black coffee... ugh. I feel sick.
Florence: (Sighs)



Florence: Alright, I'll go make you a coffee. You need waking up.
Chris: Indeed, no sleeping during the day is aloud in this city.
Kiefer: I thought the stereotypical business man Sondoner was nocturnal.
Chris: And you aren't nocturnal, Kiefer. You go to sleep like the rest of us, or at least I think.



Chris: You better drag yourself off that sofa into the dining room before day does become night. By then Florence and I would have probably done what we were destined to.
Kiefer: What!?
Chris: Come on.



Kiefer: So, what's this about?
Chris: Florence?
Florence: Sod off! I'm not saying it.
Chris: Well, I wasn't intending to.
Kiefer: Look! Come on, can we please say it now or else I'm going back to bed...
Florence: Oh no you're not father! You're staying down here. We're going to wake you up good and proper.
Kiefer: Don't give me that, lady. I can do what I like how I like.
Chris: Hey, hey! Calm down now... I'LL just say it. Ok?
Kiefer: Alright.
Chris: We both stopped in a hotel last night and... well, after the previous events, many tiresome, stressful, depressing... sad. We thought we should make a commitment together. Move on from everything.
Florence: So that's why we're getting married.
Kiefer: (Chokes on coffee) Come again!?
Florence: Erm... married.
Kiefer: Bloody hell, you don't waste time do you?
Florence: Well... you could at least be erm... happy for us?
Kiefer: Yeah, I guess.
Chris: ...
Florence: I don't think you are.
Kiefer: I am...
Chris: Nah, it was all a bad idea. Never mind.
Florence: It's too late now. He'll come around eventually. He's still tired.



Kiefer: Are you talking about me?
Chris: Yes Kiefer, we're talking about you.
Kiefer: Oh. Why?
Florence: Because I'm getting married, and I wish you'd be grateful...!
Kiefer: What!? Married!? That's superb news!
Florence: Oh, joy. He's woken up.
Kiefer: I'm sorry... I remember you said it to me before I just... nearly dozed off. I thought you was talking about someone else getting married. But whatever... that's amazing news! Oh, I knew you would look after my daughter, Chris. I thank you for proposing to her.
Chris: Well, no problem. I'm doing it for the girl I love, why wouldn't I marry her?
Kiefer: I'm just relieved that Florence has finally found a man she loves, that loves her back equally.
Florence: It's never happened to me before. It's a great feeling!
Chris: If I didn't love Florence so much, I wouldn't have proposed to her.
Kiefer: So... so when will you get married then? How do you plan to do it? Where?
Florence: Well... we're in no rush.
Chris: Well, we're trying to make a commitment and seeming as Marion is still around, we want to move on from him. We can't do that by hanging around.
Kiefer: Why can't you have it private?
Chris: Well, for one... myself and Florence are not Jardonian or Mihasts so we certainly won't be having it in a church or temple. We can make it private though...
Florence: Doesn't sound such a bad idea. As long as Natalie can come then I'm fine with that.
Chris: Natalie?
Florence: My long-term best friend, Chris. I've known her for almost thirty years.
Chris: Oh, I see.
Florence: Usually when you say that means you don't seem so interested.
Kiefer: (Chuckles)
Chris: No I am... just, I don't have another way to respond. Either way, I'll look forward to seeing Natalie.



Kiefer: Are you having a horse and carriage?
Florence: ...
Chris: ...
Kiefer: I take that as a no, then.
Florence: Do you think we'd have the money for that? Let alone the time?
Chris: Oh sure. We'll just have a young bride and the groom as the most-wanted cop in this city travelling around in an open carriage shall we?
Kiefer: Well, ok then. I suppose that's not a great idea.
Chris: We'll hire some cars... it'll be fine, I'll have it under control.
Kiefer: Let's hope you do.
Chris: Anything for my beautiful wife-to-be...
Florence: (Giggles)
Chris: Anyway, it looks like I must be getting off for work now.
Florence: Now? It's too early. You've only just arrived back!
Chris: I only came here to tell the news to Kiefer with you.
Kiefer: Leave him alone, Florence. Let him go. Anyway, he'll be telling all them of his fellow cops the good news too.
Chris: Well, some. Anyway, hope to see you in better shape soon Kiefer.
Kiefer: I will be, Chris. Don't worry. And especially before the wedding.
Chris: Alright. See you guys.
Florence: Bye Chris, love you.
Kiefer: See you.





Wayne: Oh look, there we have it.



Wayne: You know, Duncan... even watching him yesterday, he's pretty close to Florence. Worryingly close.
Duncan: Who gives a shit!? Him and that bastard's daughter deserve each other.
Wayne: I know well that Florence is a good girl.
Duncan: Still Kiefer's blood though.
Wayne: Enough of that... it's time we had another shot at stopping this bastard.





Chris: It seems to me that these bastards just can't keep away. They either want me dead so bad, or they're developing a love for my driving skills that they want in on the action...



Wayne: You couldn't perhaps swap places could you?
Duncan: That's going to be awkward.
Wayne: You know how I'm better with a gun... you drive.
Duncan: Alright...



(Gunshots)

Chris: Shit. They've got guns on me.





Wayne: We're too far away, I can't get a clear shot here. You're going to have to move in closer on him!



Wayne: When the FUCK will you just crash and burn, Osborne!?
Chris: Seems he's not giving in so easily today... let's see how this driver fares.



Wayne: Man, you're going to have to put in some real driving force now...
Duncan: Oh, crap.



Wayne: Never mind, I'm getting a better shot here!

(Gunshots)







Chris: Again, we'll have to see what you have in response to this...











Wayne: Never gets boring that, does it?
Duncan: Oh no it most definitely doesn't, Wayney boy!
Wayne: Yeah, you've been on the Tic Tocs again, haven't you?
Duncan: Might have been...





Chris: Aha...



Wayne: We've not lost him, I'm sure he went this way...





Chris: And that should do the trick...







Victor: I tell you, that man is possessed.
Felix: Who?
Rod: Look at this, Felix.
Felix: Is that Isaac?
Rod: Yeah, the bastard must have lost his hair.
Victor: What's he after? Attention? Sympathy?
Felix: He could be trying to move on...
Rod: He is. But I'm sure he's failing.
Victor: With Ian's identity revealed... now he's got nothing left. He won't have a job soon either.
Rod: Are you insisting you'll be there to sack him?
Victor: Maybe. But in the case of that not happening, we'll get the CPGS to give the whole Metropolitan Police a good going over for corruption.
Felix: Who are the CPGS?
Victor: The Comittee for Police and Government Security.
Felix: So they're like the police of the police?
Victor: Yeah. Along with the DCA.
Felix: DCA?
Victor: The District Counsel Assocation. A load of private eyes, fucking private eyes.
Felix: What's wrong with the CID?
Rod: Becoming less popular, getting a much worse reputation in this country. A lot of people are relying on these private eyes nowadays, whether that be their spouse is having an affair or their spouse was even murdered. Some of it's police work and... ideally, THEY should be prosecuted but... you know what this city is coming to.
Victor: Absolutely.
Felix: Never mind. So as far as we know, Isaac's the only corrupt one here?
Victor: At the minute. I trust whoever takes Ian's position though... because it won't be another prick like him taking over, I know that for sure.



Ian: Prick you say? Isaac here? I don't reckon that's suitable here, Victor.
Victor: It never is suitable is it? But after what someone told me, hell... have you got some explaining to do.
Ian: ...
Rod: We know the truth, Ian.
Felix: We all do.
Victor: And it's time you moved on from here. For good. The BOTH of you.
Ian: What are you talking about?
Rod: You always give that. People like you always give that. Cover themselves up with some useless, petty remark that gets so old. 'What are you talking about?'... 'I don't know what you're talking about'. You're just as bad as the rest of them, Ian.
Ian: Tell me what this is, now.



Victor: Well... let's say... if you thought it was such a big secret no one of us would ever find out then... you're wrong. Didn't Isaac tell you?
Felix: Isaac?
Victor: Yeah. Isaac.
Rod: He knows it all. Don't you, Isaac?



Felix: Is this all about Ian being a Blackjack?
Rod: Yes Felix, it is.
Felix: Oh right, Chris told me.
Rod: Chris told everyone.



Ian: ...
Chris: Morning guys.
Rod: Morning, Chris.
Victor: Good morning.
Felix: Hey Chris.



Isaac: You told them?
Chris: Told them what?
Isaac: About Ian?
Chris: Yes, I had to. You know I did... and you never caught me. You couldn't stop me. I was going to do it anyway.



Ian: I'm sure there's a mistake here... in fact after the events I've heard of Marion nearly killing you Chris, I guess it's about time we pulled the plug on The Del Bosque gang for good.



Chris: Oh sure, in fact you'd like that wouldn't you? Using us originally to kill those unwanted members of The Blackjacks and now you're wanting us to finally work on stopping Cardenas once and for all. Well, for your information... we already pulled the plug on them, and you know it went drastically wrong. Why? Because I went to jail? And why? Because you reserved gravestones for everyone of those poor jury members who didn't conclude me in being guilty.
Ian: (Sighs)
Rod: A sigh of pity there? Depression? Tiredness? What? Oh, a sigh of relief? What's wrong with you Ian?
Felix: I'll tell you what's wrong. He never even liked Isaac, he just used him because he was more gullable and useless as opposed to us few.
Ian: That's not true!
Victor: Prove it, then.
Ian: Victor... you... you were always on my side. What's happened to you?
Victor: I'm standing up to you from here on in, that's what happened to me. I'm not taking anymore of the grief you caused me in this police station. You used me just like you used everyone else. Just like you used the jury, just like you used Isaac, just like you used the government and that stupid sick joke of having cancer.
Ian: What!?
Victor: I despise you, Ian.
Rod: We all despise you!
Ian: You don't know what you're talking about! You're getting it all wrong.
Chris: Oh yeah? The dictionary then... in your desk cupboard... with pictures in the back. Pictures... portraits. So, it's the big five now is it? You, Luisa, Rocco, Ivan and this 'Kaiser' we've not yet heard of or spoken of... and you was using your fellow members for a little while before you decided to jump sticks and head to Riberia so you didn't want to sack them and anger them, so you decided to just kill them. That's sick.
Felix: Using US to kill them, more to the point. That's sick.
Ian: Well they were only a couple of deadbeats anyway...
Chris: Deadbeats!? DEADBEATS!? At least they were loyal to you, and you just throw it all back in their face... you've gained so much while working as Chief of Police as well as being a Blackjack Ian... and it's finally rose to the surface. The pictures, tell me about them!
Ian: They were just... suspects of a previous case.
Victor: What a load of SHIT! Would you really keep pictures of suspects when you don't even care about this job anymore? Why haven't we seen you so much recently? You're the Chief of the CID and more than anyone, we should see you. And we haven't. What have you been doing all this time? You was going to leave us in this mess anyway if you were going to Riberia.
Chris: We want answers now.
Ian: I won't give you them.
Chris: You will.
Ian: Look, get out of my face. All of you.
Chris: (Laughs) Easy, tiger. You've got to face it, Ian. You've put us in this mess and now you dumb fuck... you're going to PAY FOR IT!



Victor: Come on Ian, you're not going nowhere. Spit it out. We're prepared to wait.



Felix: What do you take us for? Do you really think we went through education to achieve all these qualifications to get such a high paid job like this? Do you think we're stupid!?
Rod: I still struggle to believe how you got into that position in the first place, Ian. You wouldn't have even deserved to be a traffic cop. I don't know what the government saw in you.
Felix: Sympathy, perhaps. Look, I'm going.
Rod: Where have you got to be going in a hurry?
Felix: Oh, nothing really. I've got to go see my sister about her house rent... she pretty cash-struck bless her. (Laughs gently)
Rod: Oh well... alright then.



Felix: Well, see you guys.
Ian: ...
Chris: Bye, Felix.
Victor: See you.
Rod: See you later.



Ian: OH WILL YOU ALL JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP!? I'm going too. And DON'T bother me. I don't want to hear what things you have to say about me, they're all very hurtful. I'm apoorled by your behaviour, everyone of you.





Isaac: If there's one less stress in my life, all the better. What better man to start with than Felix Tanner?



Felix: Hell yes... oh I have missed this place!



Isaac: Well then... this looks interesting. It's certainly a place you've brought us to here, hey Felix?



Men: Hey Felix.
Felix: Hey guys.
Man #1: Come on, you're just in time for another game. Take a seat.
Felix: Sure. Glad I've not missed anything.
Man #2: Well, we had a previous game but... nothing much went on.
Felix: Oh, I see. (Smiles)



Man #3: So Felix, how's your day been at the station?
Felix: Oh, awful. Things have been surprisingly quiet on the streets but, they got awkward back at the station. Basically we all know the shit Ian has to hide, and we told it to him... all of which we denied. Everyone must be fed up... I know I couldn't be bothered to get it out of him. I just don't know how.
Man #2: You said he's not the cleverest of chaps though?
Felix: No, he isn't. Well, he didn't really deny it. When we mentioned of him using us to get to The Blackjacks' fellow loyal henchmen he called them deadbeats... he never cared if they were dead anyway.
Man #1: So he is one of them?
Felix: Of course, Chris showed me a dictionary to prove it.
Man #1: A dictionary?
Felix: Must be his discreet way of keeping his secrets. I mean, there's lots of books in his office but... then HE might not be able to find the bloody thing.
Man #1: I see. Good point.



Man #2: We should begin.
Man #3: Lets.
Felix: Yeah, I haven't came here to sit around all day. At least it might be a bit of relief after the day I've had...



Isaac: (Whispers) What a complete and utter prick... if I'd of known he was here all along... damn. I really did get him into something here. And now he's got nowhere to go.



Felix: So they say, 'let battle commence'.
Isaac: Yeah, that's what they say, isn't it?
Felix: Huh?



Felix: Well, well, well! Isaac, how nice of you to join me!
Isaac: For your information, I can't join you... because there's only four places but... I've not came here for that. I've came here to confront you. If only I'd have known you was doing this before.
Felix: How do you mean? What have you got against gambling?
Isaac: Everything.
Felix: Oh but... Isaac. You're not really one to talk seeming as you can't make money for yourself anyway... but you have to rely on others and keep it all to yourself.
Isaac: The money from Marion was half-earnt by me anyway.
Felix: But Chris is still waiting for the other half!
Isaac: He didn't want it.
Felix: Ian wanted it!?
Isaac: No, I suppose he had enough money seeming as he'll be leaving for Riberia before we know it.
Felix: That won't happen. We won't let it happen.
Isaac: Yeah, we. You talk as if you're something big, Felix. Some high-end cop who can really put holes in other bad guys and that people are going to do a curtsee? Bend down and say 'All hail Mr. Tanner'. Do you really think that they're going to do that!? Look at yourself, Felix. You come here because you don't have a life.
Felix: If I've got money, I've got a life. If I steal it from other people, THEN I haven't! Now, crawl back under the rock you came from.
Isaac: Why don't you? This isn't the place you belong. This is Marion's.
Felix: And how would you know about that!? Oh yes! Defending him now are we? You see, we know you're corrupt, but as you've learnt Ian was a Blackjack, maybe using us to eliminate unwanted members of their clan convinced you to believe that Ian certainly wasn't a Blackjack, incase of a time like this when it became public?
Isaac: No.
Felix: Well I think it is, Isaac.
Isaac: I don't.
Felix: What if you are a Del Bosque? That would make sense.



Isaac: Fuck off. It'd be pretty coincidental if two cops were working for the two most notorious crime rings in this city, wouldn't it? I'm a bent cop, nothing more.
Felix: Do you practice saying that in front of the mirror in your underwear?
Isaac: Screw you; you sly cunt!
Felix: Sly cunt? Oh, I'm really clever now am I? Of course I am. 'Oh, that bastard Felix certainly won't get the promotion. Rod all the way!'. Yeah, I can see why you said that. I'm not a chump.
Isaac: And that was a sarcastic remark!
Felix: And that was a sarcastic joke. Now, clear off... before I CLEAR YOU OFF!



Isaac: You want to know something? Do you?
Felix: Ok!
Isaac: I'm glad Ian treated us like shit. I don't care if I went down with you, at least it was amusing seeing you suffer.
Felix: Oh, you really are manipulative. You and Ian... you're just a waste of space.
Isaac: I could say the same for you and your little 'friends'. All ganging up together... to fight me and Ian? What useless idea was that hey? Me, who's got no job to salvage while Ian... is going to be in Riberia before we know it!? Hmm?
Felix: Yes, Isaac. It really was funny seeing you suffer, too. But I wish you the best of luck in your next job, wherever that may take you.
Isaac: That's enough!



Felix: Let's see what you're made of!
Isaac: Get back here, this is far from over!



Felix: You don't know who you're messing with!



Isaac: I know damn well who I'm messing with! There's no point in running here, Felix. You're only going to make things worse for yourself!



Isaac: You see, told you didn't I? You can't escape my grasp.
Felix: I might not have now, but that doesn't mean I still can't.
Isaac: Garbage. Complete and utter garbage.
Felix: Who do you think you are, hey Isaac? You really think you can take me on when you even admit you've got no job worth salvaging, and yet I'm still in the good books of the law, still working as a cop? I can get easily distracted yes... but at least I can control my emotions.
Isaac: To some extent...
Felix: To a FULL extent.
Isaac: I'm down, but I'm not out.
Felix: How many times have we heard that from you before, hey Isaac? Face it, you've lost. Leave me to live my own life!



Felix: Ugh!
Isaac: Shit!



Felix: You should give more attention to your own business instead of sticking it in other peoples! Maybe that explains why your life is a mess!
Isaac: Fuck you, Tanner!
Felix: Nah, fuck you Noble. Agh!
Isaac: WOAH!



Felix: It was lucky for me that of all places to lose a chase, this is the best place to fight back. I hope the glass CUTS YOU, YOU BASTARD! AGH!



Isaac: You really need to work out where you aim, Felix. Your aim is atrocious.



Felix: Oh yeah!? Well at least when I kill people, I kill those who deserve death... not those who are innocent! AGH!



Isaac: You don't even understand the meaning of the word innocent, Felix!



Felix: And neither did you when you and that bastard Ian used the jury! You call that innocent, hey!?
Isaac: UGH!



Felix: Get the hell out of here, now!
Isaac: Alright, alright! No! Please don't! Ok, I'm leaving!
Felix: Say sorry.
Isaac: What?
Felix: Apologize for interrupting my life, Isaac!
Isaac: NEVER!



Felix: Fair play, here goes!



Isaac: NO!
Felix: AGH!



Isaac: Oh, you bastard.



Felix: Everything you come out with... it just gets thrown back in your face. Everything you THROW... that just gets thrown back in your face too.
Isaac: Fuck you.
Felix: Oh, keep swearing... it's not going to offend me. You've offended me, sure... but... I wouldn't be the only one. You've offended a country. A GREAT country. A GREAT city. A GREAT, or once was... A GREAT police force. And now, Isaac... now... you make it cringeworthy.
Isaac: ...



Felix: I'll come visit your grave when Marion finds you slumped here in his kitchen when he next arrives...





Isaac: You should have never been in Marion's casino anyway!
Felix: UGH!



Felix: Well, fortunately for me... I didn't REALLY reveal my real identity to him though, did I? Would he come after some short-arsed average bloke? Au revoir, Isaac.



Isaac: Average blokes don't gamble, Felix! Come back here, you DUMB FUCK!



Isaac: Shit.



Isaac: Well, you know what they say! When there's a will, there's a way...





Felix: Let's see how he is at the wheel, taking into consideration he spent most of his police career in the passenger seat...





Isaac: Give in, Tanner!



Felix: Agh... mind the paintwork.
Isaac: Hurts, doesn't it!? (Sniggers)



Felix: Come on!



Felix: HAHA MOTHERFUCKER! WE ARE MAKING UP GROUND NOW! HAHA!





Isaac: I don't give in that easily...!



Felix: Oh... shit!
Isaac: Nowhere to run now, huh Tanner?



Felix: Ok then, we'll see what you've got left in you, old man!



Felix: Easy does it... still got it!



Isaac: I might be old, but I'm not weak.





Isaac: So, Felix. Here we are. You tried running twice, and I caught you. You know, it really goes to show how pathetic you are. I chased after Chris, I lost him. He's a pretty good driver. It seems you're not up to scratch with his driving skills.
Felix: Well, you're obviously not either.
Isaac: He might have a faster car.
Felix: It's got a V8, I see no reason for it not to be faster.
Isaac: Oh of course, you'd know about that wouldn't you?
Felix: Well, Rod would.
Isaac: But Rod isn't here now to kiss you better is he!? Aww. Running can only make things worse, Felix. If you can't face the consequences, that makes you a whimp...
Felix: You can't tell me what I can and can't do. Who's the cop here, HEY!?
Isaac: Officially, I'm still a cop... whether you like it or not. And seeming as you're gambling... in MARION's casino, doesn't look good does it?
Felix: Mark my words, Isaac. You won't get out of this one...



Felix: ...whatever you dare do. You hear me!? YOU HEAR ME!?
Isaac: Was that a fact or an opinion? You see, fact or opinion... that's always been a major problem with you guys. Making threats... like that of which you made to me before Chris went down for assault... like that. Oh. My heart bleeds for him... shame those threats never came about, wasn't it?
Felix: You don't even understand the meaning of the word threat?
Isaac: Was that a euphemism? (Angry snigger)
Felix: Ha-fucking-ha...
Isaac: You always was the joker of the pack, weren't you Felix? Always making stupid remarks... little jokes that nobody found funny. 'Room for a little one?'.
Felix: So what if I'm sad like that!? Who cares? I'm here to work at the end of the day, and this isn't about me. This is about the police force. The police force that is BROKE thanks to you.
Isaac: This is about you.



Isaac: And about the PROBLEMS I have with you! Many, many problems...
Felix: Alright then, quit yapping. I'LL FACE the consequences. Let's see what you've got in store for me...
Isaac: Oh, ok then. I mean, there was either the easy way, or the hard way... seems you've chosen the easy way.
Felix: I believe I have.
Isaac: Ok then, here goes.



Rod: Not on your nelly!
Isaac: AGH!





Felix: Shit, that's him taken care of...



Felix: Thanks Rod!
Rod: No problem, mate. Didn't like the look of things, so it was only right to step in. That guy was really going to hit you, Felix.
Felix: Was he?
Rod: Yeah!
Felix: Oh, I thought he'd be too scared. Although, he's known for hitting innocents, and he's not got much of a job left anyway.
Rod: Yeah, you can say that again... (Chuckles)
Felix: Oh, look at him. He really needs help.
Rod: Don't worry. He'll find it. Somehow. What made him do this? You said something about facing the consequences? Or that he said he had problems with you?
Felix: Yeah, well. I've been meaning to tell you but... I've never found the time to say it.
Rod: Say what?
Felix: I've got a gambling addiction.
Rod: Oh.
Felix: Ever since we met with Marion Cardenas months back at the casino... I've became obsessed with gambling.
Rod: So I guess... you're in debt?



Felix: I was in debt but... I won a lot of money the other day and I paid all those debts off... but... I vowed never to go back afterwards but...
Rod: But what?
Felix: I don't know, I just had the urge to continue visiting the casino.
Rod: And the guys in there don't know you right?
Felix: Well, I guess. I've made a few friends but... Marion only recognizes me as a regular. Not a cop.
Rod: Well, you better have wished Isaac would find out because if you keep going on back there and he sees you around with me then he will take action. You're actually LUCKY you met that broad in his nightclub those couple of months back.
Felix: Yeah, to some extent.  
Rod: So what was it that got you hooked?
Felix: I don't know, the whole atmosphere. Made me look rich being among the people in there. Nobody realises you actually get free drinks.
Rod: (Chuckles) Indeed we did.
Felix: Yeah, a lot of people lose most of their money to other players anyway, it's only right they get free drinks. Seeming as The Maras is one of the most prestigious restaurants in town too, it certainly still makes a profit from the food, never mind the booze.
Rod: Well, I'm glad you owned up to me. We're not going to get much out of this guy now, are we?
Felix: Fortunately...



Rod: (Chuckles) What a bastard...
Felix: Anyway... we should leave him out of this one now. Go by it ourselves.
Rod: There's no need for corruption. Look at the police force... we're trying hard to concentrate in on a tricky operation here and it turns out that half of the police force are actually involved in the fucking problem with this city!
Felix: Well before you say it Rod... it's not foreigners. Not all Ribericans or Simoviets are criminals, Rod. In fact most of their men are Senglish, like your brother.
Rod: Yeah, and just like Luisa Santiago wants to kill seventy of them.
Felix: And just like Herbert Major was one of those seventy.
Rod: What?
Felix: You remember the names... of the big five in the dictionary. Santiago, Mendez, Zharkov, Kaiser and McPherson. No Major.
Rod: Yeah, but are you certain that the contents of that dictionary of which you're speaking of was date back before Major's death or after?
Felix: I don't know, it's a good point... something to look into.
Rod: If it's a case of those contents were written in before his death then, we've made a massive breakthrough.
Felix: Yeah but... it still could have been one of The Del Bosque gang.
Rod: But Ian needed something to trigger the whole idea of working undercover for both Chris and Isaac. If he sent them undercover while there was nothing suspcious it would be a lost cause from day one.



Felix: True. So you reckon Ian killed him?
Rod: Well, it would take quite a sick man within him to do that, not to mention he already made up the sick joke of having cancer while using the whole of the Sondon Metropolitan Police and the government.
Felix: We'll see Chris' take on this. No doubt he'll be pleased to hear it.
Rod: Bravo, Tanner. You trying to make a name for yourself? Make the new Chief think otherwise?
Felix: I want the promotion, Rod. Why wouldn't I?
Rod: So, Isaac discovered you gambling... what happened next?
Felix: He didn't like it, we argued. I ran away...
Rod: Wait... hold on. Argued about what?
Felix: Well, he had problems with me gambling. He was saying how it was wrong for me to be in Marion's casino while he's the enemy... and not to mention that I was GAMBLING as a police detective.
Rod: He's one to say, isn't he? Giving YOU tips on abiding the law? You should be giving him tips...
Felix: I know what you mean. We all should. But he won't ever listen.



Chris: Hey guys.
Rod: Hey Chris.
Felix: Oh, hello...
Chris: What on Alterra!?
Felix: Yeah, we can explain why.
Chris: Why is he...!?
Rod: I thumped him hard, Chris. He was threatening our Felix here, and he had nothing to do in his defense so... agh.
Chris: What's he been up to?
Rod: Chasing Felix half the way around town.
Chris: Just like he did with me... what does he want?
Felix: Ah, he spotted me somewhere that wasn't quite to his liking.
Chris: Where?
Felix: A casino.
Chris: You were gambling?
Felix: Yeah...
Chris: So I guess that explains why you've been heading off so soon whenever there's a conversation or some other kind of event going on... you know when you left me at the hotel, I knew something was up.
Felix: It's better now it's out though now, hey? I won't be going back. And neither will Isaac.
Chris: What did he say?
Felix: He was saying to me how I should abide the rules of the law... and that this was against it.



Chris: Oh, that crook... I could kill him.
Felix: The thump Rod gave him... well. He could be...
Chris: I doubt it. He's a strong man. But he just takes advantage of that. He'll always be around until the day he dies.



Rod: Are you insisting we KILL him!?
Chris: No, Isaac hasn't done enough to lose his life. If anyone, it's Ian. A long prison sentence is what Isaac needs, and I hope the government will see that.
Felix: Chris...
Chris: Not now, Felix. Anyway... did anyone see where Ian went to after we spotted him this morning?
Rod: Erm, Chris...
Chris: What!?



Chris: Well, well, well... what have we here then?
Rod: I know what this is. It's been a long time coming... 'brother'.







Wayne: Don't worry. I'll find Ian for you. I've came here to find him too.



Duncan: Now where the fuck MIGHT he be!?



Chris: Wayne, who's this?
Duncan: This? THIS!? You mean THIS? Duncan Renwick, we never met... am I correct?
Chris: No, I believe we didn't.
Duncan: Now, we're beginning to lose our patience already. Where is Ian?
Chris: Oh, you see... that's a surprise - I thought you'd come to kill me. After all, you was earlier. I lost you... but you never reminded yourself of that no doubt I can be persistent, but I never go far. And that does seem to be a problem. You're persistent too, just not at the right time. It baffles me how you can find me in this big city. You must have a sad life to turn your attention more towards an angry, short deluded cop?
Wayne: Santiago doesn't matter... not when you caused this mess. Ian caused this mess. You were too dumb to realise what you was taking on while working with that fuck.
Chris: Ian is dumb, don't get me wrong... but he can be rather clever when he wants to be. Must have been surreal... it was. This was a big operation for us...



Duncan: Quit yapping with that nonsense. Tell us where he is, or else we will keep our promise.



Felix: Look... I don't think we want any trouble here. I can get you a drink... we can sit down and sort this between one another.
Chris: No. Felix... shut up.
Felix: Oh... sorry.
Chris: Tell me what that promise is.



Wayne: The promise was to kill you, Chris.
Duncan: And Wayne never breaks promises...



Chris: (Sniggers) You're bluffing.
Wayne: You're the decieving one, Osborne. We're letting you off the hook for a little while. And if you was clever enough, you'd know why I'm here to see IAN over YOU! Now fucking tell us before I DO lose my patience.
Chris: Why wait? Why can't you just kill me now!?



Duncan: Quit it, Osborne. You heard him. Tell him!
Wayne: Do you know why I'm here for Ian?
Chris: I do. I'm smarter than you think. He may be in his office. First left, through the canteen... then the foyet... down the corridor. Second door on your left.
Duncan: Thank you.
Wayne: Wasn't hard, was that?
Chris: Wise arse.



Wayne: Let's get that cocksucker.
Duncan: We're on it.



Wayne: Hello... Ian.
Ian: Woah, SHIT! What do you want?
Wayne: Remember me?
Ian: What do you want!?
Wayne: So, you've been getting your boys Chris and Isaac to do your dirty work have you? USING them and DECIEVING them to slither them into our pit... gaining vital information... not for the police's benefit, but for YOUR benefit.
Ian: That's not true.
Wayne: Everyone knows the truth now. Absolutely EVERYONE. Your career is now a ticking time bomb, ABOUT to explode.
Ian: Tell me what you want... and you'll get it. I swear.
Wayne: I don't want ANYTHING from a scumbag like you. But you can start off by telling us why you used them pricks to gain access to OUR gang.
Ian: It was an undercover operation, it was only neccessary!
Wayne: But you DIDN'T send them right in with the Blackjacks did you? You sent them to our casino... and M hired them...
Ian: I...I... thought they'd get a better chance of aboloshing both the clans by gaining access to your clan first, seeming as you were the ones after Santiago once she stole YOUR money!
Wayne: Yes, our MONEY. MONEY that was ALWAYS OURS! It's strange how you don't refer to Santiago using her first name? Not so informal? It's as if you've never even met her... you're the prick behind Osborne and Noble slithering their way into our family! You're the one behind the fact that we're now a FAILING crime ring. And you're the one... who brought all this on yourself. And you didn't even realize it because you was too dumb to know where to look. A cop!? I seriously struggle to believe you've spent all that time under everyone's trust while you was really only decieving everyone exluding The Blackjacks themselves. How low was that?
Ian: ...
Duncan: The fact is simple. You used suffering with 'cancer' as an excuse. Sympathy. Now, I'm not a nice guy but... at least I realize that it's absolutely DISGUSTING!



Ian: Tell me where you got this from... it's all wrong!
Wayne: There's no use denying it... Marion recieved a call from a man of ours. He was posing as a bartender in a hotel. And, fortunately for us... guess who was there.
Ian: Who?
Wayne: Two of your so-called 'employees'. Chris Osborne and that other clumbsy prick who seems to have been visiting our casino a lot recently...
Ian: Felix!? Gambling?
Wayne: They really don't have anything better to do... because face it Ian. Where is the police force now hey!? Look what you've done to it.
Ian: What did they say!?
Wayne: ...
Ian: WHAT DID THEY SAY!?
Duncan: Was you missing a dictionary, Ian? (Chuckles) Nice try, but even they aren't as low as you my friend.
Ian: I am NOT your friend.



Wayne: Duncan, it's time.
Duncan: Yes?
Wayne: Bring in the 'cops'. Find some masks too. There's still cops out there, even though they won't have much of a job left to salvage after today... there's still private eyes. They can take over this city along with the government.
Duncan: Alright.



Duncan: Alright you bastards. If there's one word from you... I will blow your head off. Understand?

(Chris, Felix and Rod nod)

Duncan: Understand!?

(Chris, Felix and Rod nod vigorously)

Duncan: I can't hear you!
Chris: YES!
Duncan: SHUT THE FUCK UP!



Wayne: So, we're going to see if you really are a cop. If you're a cop, you'll come with us... if you refuse, clearly you don't give a shit about them and you're one of those Blackjacks. We have no proof, just evidence of what these chumps said.
Ian: Alright. I'll come with you. I will. I mean it. Th... They was wrong!



Felix: Are you sure you can trust this man? After all, we do have the 'dictionary' if you wish to have it...
Chris: (Whispers) Felix...!



Wayne: Who asked you to speak... you FUCK!?
Felix: I...I'm only trying to be helpful. You want what is best right? We can prove Ian's corruption. He still wouldn't give a flying fuck about us, he's commited to The Blackjacks...
Wayne: What do you reckon, Duncan?
Duncan: To what?
Wayne: This guy?
Duncan: If he's got the book, then let's see.
Felix: Chris has the book.
Wayne: Well ok then, you've helped us enough. And now I'll shut you up.

(Gun clicks)



Rod: He went that way!
Wayne: Who asked you to speak, BROTHER!?
Duncan: Oh Wayne... he's gone.
Wayne: SHIT!



Duncan: We can't lose him!
Wayne: I don't know my way around this bloody place!
Duncan: He's a slow old beggar, he couldn't have got far...



Chris: Shit... what a day it's been already.
Felix: That was fucking close. I really thought he would kill me.
Rod: He was going to.
Felix: I suppose I should thank Ian for fleeing.
Chris: Felix... Ian has done nothing to be grateful for. I'm kind of glad they're going after him. He's sick.
Rod: How are we going to get out of these chairs?
Felix: Isaac regains conciousness and sees sense somehow?
Chris: He'll never see sense. Break the chains... it's worth a try! GRRRRR...!
Rod: Oh shit... these are extremely tight.
Felix: GRRR! We're stuck. It's no use!
Rod: UGH!



Felix: Oh! Yes!
Chris: What!?
Felix: I've got it! I DID IT! I'M OUT!



Rod: Alright, alright! Keep calm! You going to help us two as well?
Felix: Yeah, of course... come here.



Felix: There you are.
Chris: Ah, thanks.
Rod: Come on chaps, we've really got to hurry now. If we can at least catch a glimpse of where they're taking Ian, then we can end this.
Chris: I wouldn't be so sure about ending it so soon, Rod.
Rod: Come on!







Rod: Would anyone like to take a wild guess as to why they want Ian and not you, Chris!?
Chris: They know he's a Blackjack.
Felix: But how, only we had the note?
Chris: Then maybe they heard soemthing... or got it off another Blackjack. I don't know. They still know, and I suppose that's good... because they're going to make it public.
Rod: Not if they don't want people to know they're line of work either...
Felix: Everyone knows them.
Chris: Absolutely. And everyone is pointing the blame at them killing Herbert. But the more I think of it... the more they'll think of it when they hear about this shit storm, they're seriously going to reckon Ian did it.
Felix: You think so!?
Chris: Hell, I think so.
Rod: He's got a point, Felix.



Chris: Where'd he go!?
Rod: I'm sure he went left.
Felix: I'm scared. This might get sticky.
Rod: Sharpen up, Tanner. Don't you want a promotion?
Felix: Who's going to give me that now? Ian might be dead in a few minutes...
Chris: Again, he only used the whole 'promotion' campaign of getting you both to work harder, for HIS and THE BLACKJACKS benefit...
Rod: They won't kill him will they!?
Chris: They'd be doing everyone a favour if they did but... if Ian was going to bed, that'd better be done by me.
Felix: Why you?
Chris: Because he's the target. THE TARGET. THE MURDERER OF HERBERT MAJOR!





Rod: Yeah, I can see where this is going.
Chris: Criminals car, parked at the bottom of a tall building... not the first time we've met.
Felix: What!?
Chris: Let's move in!



(KA-BOOM!)





Rod: (Coughs) Agh... chaps? You still alive? Hello? Ouch! Chris!? Felix!? We've got to carry on...





Wayne: So... this is it then. Ian McPherson. The guy who wants us all killed.
Duncan: Not to mention his fellow 'cops'...
Wayne: Things been strange recently? Everyone knows, they're all talking about you. Your scheme paid off really nicely don't you think? But fortunately for you however, they know shitloads of information. That bitch probably even used you herself.
Ian: ... she didn't.
Duncan: Good boy. You admitted it. You're a Blackjack.
Ian: Ok then... you got what you came for. Now, leave me the hell ALONE!
Wayne: Do you really think I'd came JUST for that now that you've ADMITTED it!? Face it, we're at war with you pricks... and we have every right to be. Was you there when Santiago sold those drugs of ours them many years ago!?
Ian: No...
Wayne: Of course, you were a cop... you were always a genuine cop, you just joined them recently. We heard that you used the excuse of having cancer to spend time off with them... well Ian, I hope you DID have a jolly good time.
Duncan: Oh yeah, there were a few who said you looked surprisingly joyful despite dying...
Ian: Fuck you...