Episode Two (2)

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[size=200]Evil Born Evil[/size]
Series: 02
Episode: 02
Written by: Luke Enfield
Produced by: Crimson Media
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[warning]AGE RATING: 15+
CONTAINS: STRONG LANGUAGE, STRONG VIOLENCE[/warning]
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Bryan: Ok, today is the big day guys. Don Calogero’s leaving town… he’s taking his yacht over to Sireland… I learnt all this while working for them…
Rod: Do you know what time?
Bryan: 3pm, and he won’t be coming back…
Vincent: I’ll put all my money at stake to bet that he does return… because if Sergio Bini’s still around, he’s not going to go until what left is done and dusted.
Marcus: I’ve got to kill him though, haven’t I? Yesterday, instead of having a cigarette, I met Calogero.
Rod: Why didn’t you tell us?
Marcus: It’s supposed to be a secret, but since I trust you guys, you’re better off hearing this. It’s been concerning me all night, I didn’t sleep one bit last night because of it. Although partially I was recovering from the shock of collapsing…



Rod: Hit me, Marcus.
Marcus: He’s off to Sireland to settle some affairs. Then the boat’s going to the USN.
Rod: Not much new to us then?
Marcus: I have to get Sergio dead before 3pm… or else we’ll have to risk leaving Sengland to get more information about Sergio, because if Calogero doesn’t see that dead body of his, I’ll never get back to my family…
Vincent: Ah I’ve had enough of this now! You and you’re stupid life! Face it Marcus, this is 1984! Not whenever you think it is!!
Rod: Hey, lay off the guy a bit. I don’t know whether he’s true or not or whether he’s flustered.
Marcus: I’m serious, this is true now.



Rod: Let’s get going with this guys, no arguments. We need to think of a plan.
Bryan: I’m an undercover CID agent, and I guess Marc has at least a little experience of incognito.
Marcus: Don Calo thinks he’s got me around his finger. He still is cautious however that we’re gonna make the jump on him, or he could be playing a little game.
Vincent: It’s gonna be quite hard to keep our cover… I’m telling you… we should just arrest him.
Rod: Are you crazy!? We’re not gonna waltz right in and arrest the bastard just yet… we need to get more out of him seeming that he has Marcus’s trust.
Bryan: Mine too. Although he doesn’t know it was me who did what I did yesterday, and be the reason why his consigliori is dead.
Marcus: Great, we can make something up as an excuse to board his yacht. And since gov and Vincent aren’t known yet by Calogero, you can pose as… erm…
Vincent: Waitors.
Rod: Waitors… oh man… alright… the CID can wait… we’re going to Sireland lads. We follow the organization until we have enough to lead us to the whereabouts of Sergio Bini… let’s go!



Bryan: Don’t do anything stupid, eh?
Marcus: No, I won’t. You neither. Let’s just get what we can out of him.



Vincent: Alright gov, I’ll take timelord Redford with me. You take Bryan.
Rod: I’m not sure it’s such a good idea, they should go together.
Vincent: Face it, gov. You’re not gonna let anybody drive your car and I’m not gonna let anybody drive mine. And the Mer and the Baron are the only two here.
Rod: Hmm, true. Bryan, come!



Bryan: Ok!
Rod: Well, hurry it up. The yacht leaves soon. We haven’t got all day… we haven’t even got fifteen minutes to get to the port. Now, move!
Bryan: Alright, I’m doing it, gov!



Vincent: So, Bini goes today.
Marcus: One way or another…
Vincent: Good luck with it, but never mind that, Calogero is our main target.
Marcus: Ever since, Paul Jones told me, that they’d exact their revenge, we’ve heard nothing of it.
Vincent: I wasn’t there, I couldn’t guess. What did that bastard say?
Marcus: Ah, I can’t remember. It was months ago… but the question is what these bastards are planning against this city…
Vincent: They’re ruthless, but they wouldn’t want to harm anyone else other than the people involved in their affairs…
Marcus: And the cops.
Vincent: Maybe…



Marcus: Oh look, there it is.
Vincent: What a beauty. I guess Don Calogero came over here in that himself, rich bastard.
Marcus: Yeah well you can guess where he makes his dough… but since we don’t exactly know what shit he gets up to it’s nobody’s other business but the Abbeyway P.D.
Vincent: It is our business if he’s been up to that shit while he’s been stopping here.
Marcus: Alright, explain to them you’re boarding the yacht to see the man himself. I’m with you.
Vincent: Yes, I know, Marcus.
Marcus: Just making it clear.



Vincent: Alright, here we are… we’ve got a few minutes to get up there and find him. This yacht leaves in a minute! Come on, move!
Marcus: Ok! Let’s go!



Vincent: Gov and Bryan should be up there already, you’ll go with Bryan. Gov and I will make it to the top floor to get sorted.
Marcus: Got it.
Vincent: And Marcus, don’t do anything stupid.
Marcus: You neither. Ok?
Vincent: Ok. Here we go then. Best of luck.
Marcus: You too.



Bryan: Come on…!
Rod: Alright, here they come. You go.
Bryan: It’s like talking to a child with you down there…
Rod: I’m the boss, you’re the kid here, Bryan. Now show us what you can do. Good luck son.
Bryan: Cheers gov, you too.



Vincent: Hey gov.
Rod: Hey Vincent. Where do we start?
Vincent: Upstairs. I’m sure we’ll find some clothes to change into.



Nuccio: Well, what’s on the cards next?
Calogero: If I don’t find Sergio today, dead… we’ve got plenty of unfinished business to deal with. With the cop especially.
Nuccio: Wouldn’t you want Sergio alive?
Calogero: I don’t want answers from him Nuccio, I just want him dead. I have an answer to all of those questions. He ran off here and broke the rules. Simple.
Nuccio: Fine…



Nuccio: Ok, boss! Looks like the engines are on! We’re out of here. There’s no turning back now!
Calogero: There is Nuccio, I’ll be back for sure.
Nuccio: Why, what is there to do?
Calogero: I’m having second thoughts about this…
Nuccio: How now?
Calogero: I still believe that cop can pull the job off. He’s a bloody good copper. I damn wish he was on our side.
Nuccio: You don’t, Calogero.
Calogero: Did I say I fucking don’t!? I’m the boss here, not you!
Nuccio: Oh, speaking of which…
Calogero: W...what? Never! Take a seat, both of you!



Bryan: What’s for an evening meal then?



Vincent: Ok, if we sneak into the kitchen perhaps we can pick up some costumes.
Rod: Are you sure this’ll work?
Vincent: Positive, gov. I think.
Rod: Look, if this goes wrong our jobs and more importantly, lifes are at risk. If this turns into a bloodbath…!
Vincent: Relax, it won’t.



Rod: But I’m pretty sure…
Vincent: Sssh! The door’s open! Come on! Let’s sneak inside!



Vincent: This is going to rock! You got anything from it yet?



Rod: Oh boy oh boy have I not! (Laughs)
Vincent: What you got?
Rod: Ah, maybe not. These are just plans from his home… take out Gilberto… whack Nunzio… and torture Martino for answers over Egidio’s death.
Vincent: Oh, never mind. Now let’s get to Bryan and Marcus.
Rod: No, not yet.
Vincent: I’m telling you, we need to get down there. Now!



Gastone: Ah well… it seems somebody is up to no good!



Rod: Eh… just shut your mouth if you want to get out here alive.
Gastone: I could say the same…
Rod: Ok then, you asked for it, you can have, it…



Rod: Prick.
Vincent: Oh, Rod… why did you have to kill him!? Nothing would set off like this shit unless you did so! Gah!
Rod: Just get out of here! We still have our disguises…



(Gunshot)

Calogero: What the fuck was that!?
Nuccio: Probably nothing.
Bryan: Yeah, Marcus. Shit like that always goes off on here… Marcus is familiar with it though. He’s gonna get us Sergio, aren’t you?
Calogero: Yeah, and since I have faith in you young Redford, I’ll give you till tomorrow evening, that’s how nice I feel this evening.
Marcus: Why thank you, Calogero. It sure gives me time as well to deal with things on my mind.
Calogero: Forget it, Marcus. This is more important.
Marcus: Calogero…
Calogero: I don’t want to hear it boy! Do it, or else! Nuccio, let’s go make sure it was none of our good guys who got tied up in that little business… we’ll check it out. Come, my friends.
Nuccio: Sure, Calo.
Bryan: Sure.
Marcus: Ok.



Calogero: Ah, well if it isn’t Detective Inspector Vincent Harper!
Vincent: Oh shit…
Calogero: Take your shitty disguise and shove it where the sun doesn’t shine! Poor show, lads. It’s all over. Bryan, this is all Marcus’ fault. Put him with the girl!



Marcus: Huh!? What? You can’t do this to me!
Bryan: Come on, you sleazy bastard!



Vincent: Oi! You! Leave him be!
Calogero: Agh! Nuccio, do something.
Nuccio: He’s gone, boss!



Rod: Get in!



Vincent: Firstly, I’d like to say how pissed off I am with you!
Rod: I could say the same for you! You just had to kick the jaw in of that Kemet bastard, didn’t you!?
Vincent: Look, we wait here until the yacht arrives. We can’t do anything now; let’s hope Bryan can take Marcus into his own hands.
Rod: I have my trust with that kid. If Marc gets killed, I’m gonna kill him, only I’ll whack him ten times harder than what he whacked Marc.
Vincent: Let’s sit and wait, then.



Bryan: Get in!

(Shuts door)

Bryan: Ok, that got a little out of hand…
Marcus: Keep things quiet! And don’t let them kill me! Nor yourself…
Bryan: I’m doing my best, right? In the meantime help yourself to sleeping beauty here. I’m going to plant a small but powerful bomb in the toilet… get yourself out in time, and gov and Vince should be safe downstairs…
Marcus: You sure this is a good idea?
Bryan: Yes… and make sure you take sleeping beauty with you.



Marcus: S…sleeping… sleeping beauty here?



Marcus: Do I recognize you’re face from somewhere?



Marcus: Woah, woah. Now, without screaming, talk to me and tell me why you’re here.
Francesca: Oh… you cannot be serious…



Francesca: D.I. Marcus Redford? You saved my life!
Marcus: Francesca!?
Francesca: Yeah, it’s me, keep your voice down.
Marcus: I don’t believe this…
Francesca: Neither do I. Look – I was being sold to that bastard Nuccio before Alberto jumped off that rooftop… you saved me from that but he found me at the refurbished modeling agency last week, so he took me with him today. You’ve got to help me out!
Marcus: So this bastard did this to you because of Calogero?
Francesca: No, not necessarily.
Marcus: Face it, Francesca. Both of them want to do bad things to you…
Francesca: They want to rape me, don’t they?
Marcus: I cannot tell, maybe, look just… remain calm, I’ll try and get you out of this one…



Francesca: You’ll sort this out, won’t you?
Marcus: Sure, don’t worry. Ok, get changed into something suitable and we’ll confront these bastards.
Francesca: Make sure you whack that Bryan, too.
Marcus: Ah yeah, keep that up. But you must know, Bryan’s a cop. He always has been. He’s an undercover CID agent.
Francesca: Oh, really?
Marcus: He’s never done anything bad to you, has he?
Francesca: Well, no.
Marcus: Trust me on this one, he’ll get us out of it somehow.



Marcus: Ok, the door’s unlocked. Bryan literally thought of everything.



Calogero: Nuccio, don’t kill Marcus. Or the girl. Anybody else, you kill.
Nuccio: So, basically, that’s the two runaway cops?
Calogero: Check the loading bay…



Marcus: Ah ha! There you both are!
Calogero: Marcus, you don’t know what you are doing. Get back in there, and you too!
Francesca: I won’t move a muscle. I’ll let the detective do it all.
Nuccio: You heard him, get back in there, you whore!
Francesca: You what!?



Francesca: Take that!



Calogero: No! Nuccio! You’ll be sorry for this, the both of you! Bryan!!



Egisto: Calogero, Gastone is dead.
Calogero: Old news, Egisto. I’m in the middle of something here.
Egisto: Oh, alright.
Calogero: Egisto, shake them off me.
Egisto: Ok then.



Luca: Eh, do you know where anybody is?
Man: We’ve about closed now. This place isn’t safe.
Luca: Good.



Francesca: Don’t expect him to save you, now. You’re dead, Calogero. Let’s face it. You lost you’re dear friend Alberto, and many others.
Egisto: Francesca, get in the bedroom!
Francesca: What are you gonna do? Force rape on me to shut me up!? You scumbags are cruel fuckers. If I was a man I’d shoot you both brutally until you were swimming in your own blood. You’re a dead man walking, Calogero.
Egisto: Both of you, you’re time has came!



(Gunshot)

Marcus: Behind you, fool. Stop using these guys Calogero. This was just meant to be me and you.





Bryan: Ok, here goes.



Luca: Oh, hello, Bryan.
Bryan: No… surely… not… surely not!



Bryan: I’m telling you, Marcus. What I’ve just seen is not pleasant.
Marcus: The past couple of hours have been unpleasant, Bryan.
Francesca: The past days have been unpleasant, for me.
Bryan: No, this is something much more unpleasant.
Marcus: What?



(KA-BOOOOM!)



Marcus: Gah! Are you all ok?
Francesca: Yeah, just about. We need to get off.
Bryan: No, I’m not!



Luca: Congratulations, Calogero. You just arrived in Sireland.
Calogero: Sergio!?
Sergio: Oh yeah, I’m back!