Being where a wounded Ava is rushed to the hospital … Kat gives both Abberline and Constable Crane a piece of her mind, and Abberline storms out … Portsmith throws Don in the lockup … Wilson watches over the deMarco twins … Edward Scissorhands watches Willy and Madame as parents in action … Isabella continues her research of Deppville, and winds up at From Hell Court … Willy has a long talk with Portsmith about parenthood, while Madame makes a deal for the twins with Wilson … Kat takes refuge at Rartigillichal … Abberline receives a gift from Kat that explains a great deal … DeeDee springs Don from the lockup, much to Godley’s consternation (and much to the relief of the mysterious stranger he allows to escape) … Candy learns that Kat has left the hospital … and Corso finds he’s been double-crossed on the high seas.

On the streets of Deppville:

Portsmith *raises an eyebrow*  I think I am finished with you, Ava.  *she walks briskly to them and pushes the men aside*

Ichy *is holding Ava's hand, as pale as she is, sobbing uncontrollably*  I am sorry, I am sorry, Ava ...

Portsmith:  Of course you are and you should be.  *she punches the numbers in her cell phone and calls the ambulance*  Now, you could be once for use.  *she looks with distaste at the fast spreading red stain on Ava*  Bind her, so she won't bleed to death.  *she turns to Don*  Ichy is taking her to the hospital, and you, my brave, will follow me to the lockup.  *she produces her gun and points it at him*  Get moving, Don, you murderous fool.  *she turns from the surveillance camera with a smug smile thinking of the paper where Don signs his custody of the kids to her.*

Ichy *rips his shirt despite the cold with trembling hands and tries to wrap it around Ava, but she moans and he winces, and he feels that her hands are as cold and blue as his*  Hang on Ava, I will not let you die ...

Don: Portsmith I hate you *he gets up and follows her.* before we go let me speak to my wife. *however Portsmith stands in front of him*

Ava *tries with all her might to stay awake but the overwhelming feeling of wanting to sleep starts to take affect.  She tries to speak* It ...ooo...k...Ich..*but gives up; the ambulance arrives*

Portsmith *to Don*  Do you?  Well, that doesn't matter to me in any way.  You yourself did cook this up, I didn't tell you to sleep around with sluts like DeeDee.  *shrugs her shoulders*  As you see, she doesn't want to talk to you.  She wants Ichy.  Get off!  *she watches while Ava is lifted on the stretchers and Ichy climbs in with her and the ambulance starts off, then she pushes the gun into Don's back and handcuffs him with the efficiency she lately has acquired with training ... and shoves him to the direction of her SUV hidden behind the house*

Don: quit prodding me Portsmith I can walk fine .. I killed her ... I should be with her ... maybe she should be with him ... she loves him doesn’t she?

Portsmith:  Get in the car.  If you killed her I will have you hanged for it.  *cheerfully*  Now that fixes a lot of problems - I get the kids and you are not any more disturbing me.  It seems to me that Ava didn't care very much about you, now did she, you fool? 

At the hospital:

Abberline *walks past Andrew to the doors, when he is stopped by a whole ambulance crew hurrying in with a stretcher, and he recognizes the woman lying on it as Ava.  And right after her in stumbles Constable Crane, pale like death, eyes wide with horror, and tears streaming down his face, and he stops in front of Abberline, still holding Kat*

Crane:  Kat, it was all my fault.  I couldn't.  *he takes the pendant from his pocket and gives it to her*  Please, take it back.

Kat *horrified*  What did you do?

Ichy *completely ignoring Abberline's presence*  I - I misled her.  I liked her so very much, and she was so understanding, and she didn't laugh at me, but then I just couldn't, because of you … *sniffs*  Don tried to kill me, and she saved me ...  At her own life's expense, but still I couldn't love her as I do you, Kat, I will never forget you .  I just can't.

Abberline *snatches the pendant from Kat*  You'd better start to learn then.  *indignantly*  You are not taking this trinket from him, Kat.

Kat *to Abberline, snaps*  Why, ‘cause once upon a time that trinket meant something??  *Holds up her hand displaying the wedding ring*  Tell me what does this mean??  That I should settle for the fact that you married me though you first gave your heart to another??  Men!  You're all so clueless.  *Glares at Ichy*  And you!!  You should be ashamed!!  You’re trying to do the same to her.  No woman wants to settle for a phantom woman between her and her man, ever!!

Abberline *annoyed, drops her down*  Because it is from him and it clearly has a meaning to you still.  *he flips it over his shoulder*  I don't know where you did get that kind of idea in your head, darling.  I haven't given my heart anywhere and I don't have a clue what phantoms you are talking about.  And what the ring tells me is that you are married to me and will stay married to me till death do us part.  *glares at her*  Or if you think otherwise, rip it off and throw it away.

Ichy *hangs his head in shame*  Yes, I betrayed her.  She *he swallows* she told me she loved me, but I couldn't love her back.  You know.  You know me, Kat, I am not bad, and I never had any intentions of cheating anyone.  *he picks up the pendant again and keeps it on his palm, looks at her sadly*  How many lives are going to get ruined?  *turns to Abberline*  Inspector, I want this all settled in a civilized way.

Abberline *snaps*  Get lost you both.

Kat:  I got the idea from you!!  You said it!!  *Turning to Ichy scornfully*  The road to hell is paved with good intentions!!

Alifi *walks up to them, staring*  What on earth is going on here?  Inspector, the cab is waiting … *sees Crane, nods*  Constable … what are you doing here?  Are you all right?

Abberline:  You are twisting my words on purpose, Kat.  I never said anything like that.  You know it isn't true.  I married you for Chiana, yes, that is true, but I also said that things have changed since then.

Ichy *relieved to see Alifi*  There seems to have been some slight misunderstanding.  *he glances anxiously over his shoulder to the closed door of the room where Ava was taken*  Why do you despise me so much, Kat?

Abberline *looks at him in scorn*  Because you are despicable, Crane, you always were.  *turns back to Kat*  If you feel so bad about me and our marriage, you'd better hand me the ring back, darling.  *sneers*  Phantom women, indeed ...

Kat *Angrily*  You said it!!  You know you did and you're the one twisting my words!!  Are you grasping at straws for a way out!  *Clutching the ring tightly.  Scornfully*  Well it won't be that easy!!  I'm a pirate remember.  You'll have to pry this treasure loose from my cold dead hands.  Now both of you can take that road straight to hell!!

Abberline:  Fine.  Keep it.  Not that it is worth anything.  *he turns on his heels and walks out*

Alifi *stares after him in disbelief, then turns to Kat*  Kat, dear, you’re still not well, you need your rest.  Your place is still at Bournemouth House, but … if you find you need a place to stay, you can come to Rartigillichal, savvy?  I know you can always go to Ravenwood, but I worry about you being alone before you’ve fully recovered.

Kat:  I fear Ravenwood be infected with that sister of his for the moment. I got nothing.  *Sorrowfully*  He's took it all.  I got no choice but to accept your charity.  I suspect he enjoys that.  He walks away so easily, doesn't he.

Alifi *absently*  So it would seem … *she gazes in the direction Abberline left, shakes her head*  Still, you never know, you two have bounced back from some terrible quarrels in the past.  *she looks at Kat sympathetically*  Anyway, let's not worry about all that just now, let's get you comfortable.  Come along, we have a cab waiting outside.  Now I know you don't like a lot of fuss, so I promise I won't be hovering over you the whole time.  You can have as little or as much privacy at Manouche’s house as you want, you can even have the mill house all to yourself if you wish.  But I’ll be close by in case you need something, until you're well again.  *She glances at Crane, not quite knowing what to say, then guides Kat toward the exit; they go outside where DeNiro is parked waiting for them.  She helps Kat into the back, hops in next to her, the cab speeds off toward Rartigillichal*

At the Security Office:

Portsmith *stops the car at the Security Office, tires screeching ands pushes him out and into the office*  Charlie!

Charlie *appears from his office, yawning and in  a bad mood.  He dreamt of the Centerfold Queen with a diamond encrusted minimal bikini offering him a drink - and a pleasant view.*  Hello, Don, I always meant to ask you ... *then he sees the gun Portsmith brandishes and stops, wide-eyed*  What's this?

Portsmith:  Open up the lockup and put him into a cell.

Charlie *eyeing Don*  What cell?  The one with the new mattress or the one with the old and dirty?

Portsmith *rolls eyes impatiently*  To any cell that you can lock, you idiot.  Welcome to the Security Office, Don.  *she bows ironically to him as Charlie pushes him into the cell and locks it*

Don: *falling to the ground* I will get you for this Portsmith, this wont be the last time you see me, Im going to be the pain of your life. She did care but now I know where her heart truly belongs, It belongs to another. *still sitting on the floor* Portsmith you don't know what you have let your self in to.  *hoping to grab her attention and grins* and Charlie im going to bug you to death. *Don moves behind the door in the corner where no one can see him so he can wipes the tears that roll down his face*

Charlie:  I haven't done anything!  I am just doing as the Commander tells me to do!  *he backs off to the office*

Portsmith *casts one last look at Don.*  The last time I will see you is on the gallows, mate.  *she turns her back and marches to her office, picks up the phone and calls Wilson*  Wilson?  There has been a slight modification - the kids are to stay a little longer at the castle.  You must put them to bed.  I will come later and explain it all.

At Chateau Blanchefort:

Wilson:  Very well Commander.  *he returns to the children just on time to save a Commodore Norrington doll from getting a drawing into his face by Lola, Wilson smiles at her, and takes the pen from her gently*  No no, that is not the way to treat a Norrington doll.  If you give me the pen, I will show you a little surprise, but it will remain just with you and me. *he pulls a doll hidden in a drawer with clothes*  Here is a Jack Sparrow for you, all girls just love him, oh, excuse me, a CAPTAIN Jack Sparrow.  *and he imitates Jack's voice as he starts to play with her*  Savvy?  *Lola looks at him and starts to laugh clapping her hands, and he turns to Sam*  And he needs a pirate boat, er, ship ... Have you ever heard of a pirate without a ship?  *and he pulls a Black Pearl from behind the sofa*

At the Wonkas’ factory:

Willy *sits in his office, William is on his lap.  He goes through a list of recently-packaged items.  Edward walks in quietly, Willy looks up*  Yes Edward?

Eddie:  I've finished cutting the wrappers to the gum.  *Willy looks at William, who looks back up at him.  They both scrunch their noses in disgust*  What is it like being a father?

Willy *looks up at him, then back down at his work*  Why don't you have a seat, Edward.  *Edward sits down, waits quietly for Willy's response.  Willy finishes the check list, moves it to the side, sighs without looking up*  Edward, it's ... it's indescribable really.  I mean, in my world, it's quite difficult, being that there are three of them. *smiles at William, who’s tapping a pen on the desk with his finger*  But it is a spectacular gift, one I can never repay my wife for.  *looks up*  Why do you ask?

Eddie *shrugs*  I see you with your children and I just wonder what it would be like if I were a father.

Willy:  I think you would make a very caring, sensative father.

Eddie *smiles, pauses*  What kind of father are you?

Willy *grins*  The fun but strict kind.  Take William here for example.  We have fun working.  Why is he here working with me?  Because William is destined to be the next owner of this factory.  He must live up to his name.  It's my job to ensure that.

Eddie:  What about Chaseline and Jacob?

Willy:  They are free to do as they please, but I still expect great things from them.  Nothing less than what William is faced with.

Eddie *nods, jumps when Madame runs in with Chaseline*

Madame:  WILLY!!!  SHE TALKED!!!

Willy *jumps up, puts William on his desk, Madame does the same with Chaseline*  WHAT DID SHE SAY?!

Madame:  She said it!!!  She said "da-da"

Willy:  SHE SAID DA-DA?!

Madame *nods quickly, then leans down, eye level with Chase*  Come on, my star, say it again.  Say daddy.  Daaaaaddy.

Chase *looks at Madame with a confused look, then smiles*  Da-da.

Willy *hollers in joy, then picks his daughter up*  Ah my precious baby girl!!!!  Talking already!!!  *Eddie watches from his seat*

Madame *picks up William*  Oh they are next, Willy.  This is only the beginning!!!

At the Security Office:

Don: *waiting until Portsmith leaves the building* Charlie .... Charlie I have proposition for you.... that's if you want to hear it.... Charlie I know you can hear me... Charlie ... I'll sing a song for you... I know a prisoner that will get on your nerves. Get on your nerves, get on your nerves. I know a prisoner that will get on your nerves, get , get on your nerves * he repeats that song over and over again*

Charlie *tries to ignore him, reading his magazine, but the centerfold girl seems to have stopped to smile at him, and he turns the pages, whispering to himself *  I can't hear you ... *Then he tries to stuff his ears with his hands, but he knows that he can hear the singing again at the moment he releases his grip, and at last he can't contain himself.  He marches to the lockup, his resolution breaking and instead of a commanding voice all he manages is a pitiful squeal*  You, shut up or I'll - I will tell to the Commander and ... *he stops, staring at Don grinning at him and he flees from the lockup back to his office, shouting to him*  You are mad!  You are completely mad and I am just going to ignore you!  *but he knows he can't*

Don: Charlie I aint mad just slightly crazy that's all. All I want to know is how my wife is that's all if I don't find out well* laughs to himself* Now who wants to join me in a sing song *all of the prisoners start singing the song*

At Chez Roux:

Isabella *sits at the table in her room at Chez Roux, her laptop in front of her.  She takes a sip of coffee as she reads her research notes for her article about Deppville*

Deppville – research

Through my sister I was introduced to a Mr. Godalming and learned that the mysterious and supposedly very powerful Fijian Soul Box does indeed exist. Godalming has written a book on the Soul Box and on the secret organization called ‘The Order’ and during our talk he revealed that the box has been in Deppville and the book reveals that several citizens of Deppville have been involved with its mysterious powers. The box may even still be in Deppville.

I must admit that I am intrigued by this and am tempted to search for the box. However, it is also my impression that the box brings nothing good with it and those who have been foolish enough to think that they could wield something good from it, were sorely mistaken. Knowing this, I have no intention of doing further research on the box other than what I can derive from texts and Mr. Godalming’s book.

As far as the other mysterious happenings that rumours claim has been going in Deppville, Mr. Godalming did refer to the town as “a veritable hotbed for strange mystical activities” suggesting that these rumours are indeed true. On a walk through town I did come across the docks and did find several ships suited for the pirate activities that I have heard of.

More important, I walked by the Chateau Blanchefort owned by Commander Portsmith. I was unable to access the grounds, although I would have liked to take a closer look at the chateau which should by all accounts be a fascinating place. Unfortunately, the place is highly protected by large fences and security cameras making it impossible to enter the grounds unseen. I managed to get a photograph of the Celtic Stone Circle on the grounds. Godalming suggested that it’s a fake, but I have my doubts. If it is a fake, then the creator of it certainly paid much attention to detail. The placements of the stones as well as the engravings on them seem authentic. I would have liked to have a talk with the Commander and possibly a tour of the place, but circumstances have made that impossible. A few days ago, someone smashed the window of my sister’s bookstore – most likely because of Godalming’s book – and I had an encounter with the Commander. I questioned her intentions and made a mention of secret cameras used to spy on the town’s citizens, which lead to threats of imprisonment. Godalming did end up in the Commander’s dungeon after visiting her, so paying a visit to her would be foolish.

Isabella *saves the file on a USB device then deletes it from the laptop in case someone decides to take a look at her computer files.  She looks around the room for a good place to hide the USB device; she decides it’s best to keep it with her and puts it in a small pocket of her handbag.  She changes into a pair of jeans and a pink t-shirt, goes into the bathroom and applies a bit of makeup to ensure that ‘natural’ look and takes out her hair-band, letting her long brown hair fall down over her shoulders; she puts on a pair of high-heeled boots and her jacket, grabs her handbag and heads out*

At the Security Office:

Willy: *storms in, past the boy with his usual perverted magazine.  Walks up to Portsmith's door, slams on it angrily*  PORTSMITH YOU HAD BETTER BE IN THERE IF YOU LOVE YOUR JOB!!!!

Portsmith *puzzled, opens the door*  Of course I am here, Mr. Wonka.  It seems to me that you have a problem ...

Willy:  Yes i have a MAJOR problem Portsmith.  I believe you have two things that legally belong to me *quickly takes his wallet out of his cloak, then a small picture of the DeMarco twins*  These two.  Where are they?

Portsmith *glances at the pics*  My godchildren are now at Chateau Blanchefort, which is a very natural and safe place for them to be since I have acquired custody over them.  I don't think they belong to you, Mr. Wonka, unless you want to twist the laws.

Willy:  YOUR godchildren?! 

Madame *storms in, slaps Portsmith across the face*  Portsmith for all that is holy, hand those children over!!  We are the first godparents.  I DELIVERED THOSE BABIES.  They belong to us, you evil wench!!!!

Willy *pulls Madame back*  Portsmith I will have you removed for this action.  You had better get those children to us NOW.

Portsmith *draws back, glares angrily at Madame, but contains herself, stubbornly*  They are my godchildren.  *testily*  Why do you always disapprove of everything I try to do for the good of this place?

Madame:  They are OUR godchildren.  We were given the rights as godparents RIGHT AFTER I delivered them.  They are ours!!!

Willy:  Portsmith, exactly what GOOD is supposed to come out of tearing a family apart?!

Madame:  You are filled with evil, Portsmith.  FILLED WITH IT.  *tears form in her eyes, she suddenly remembers Portsmith saying "Chateau Blanchefort".  Storms out, wiping the tears away from her eyes, whispering to herself*  I'll get them myself.

Willy *watches Madame leave, then turns and glares down at Portsmith*  Portsmith, there are many MANY things that you have done that I have brushed off, but I have the legal rights over these twins and I want them.  No exceptions.

Portsmith *defensively*  So, what would you have done?  Left those poor kids with their crazy fighting parents?  Would you call that safe?  They tore the family apart themselves, Mr. Wonka.  *pouts*  I don't like the way you are behaving.  I am only trying to do my best and all I get is slaps and curses.

Willy:  Portsmith, if you were a mother you would understand that the one thing that keeps two fighting adults together are their children.  You took that away from them and won't even allow them to see them.  That is sick.  If you did that to my children I would .... *eyes burn with anger*  Oh I would kill you.  And if you don't like the way I'm behaving, then PERHAPS you should rethink what you've done with the DeMarco twins.

Portsmith:  They haven't expressed any wish to see their kids.  Your children, they do have a good home and parents, unlike those poor kids.  So you would want to take everything from me.  I am not a mother.  And now you want to deny me even the joy of having godchildren.  That's not fair.  *her pout starts to look more and more childish*  Everybody just hates me.

Willy *rolls eyes*  Portsmith, you are not destined to be a mother or a godmother or ANYTHING when it comes to do with children.  You are destined to uphold the law.  If you didn't like where the DeMarco twins were, you know you should have brought them to us, experienced parents.

Portmsith *still pouting*  You would not have listened to me.  You never do.  And you never talk to me unless you are mad about something and come yelling to me.

Willy:  First off, when it comes to children, you should know that I wouldn't even falter.  Second, you never came to visit the factory.  I don’t see you UNLESS I'm mad about something.  That's not my fault.

Portsmith:  Admit it, you just love yelling at me.  *sniffs*  At least Sam is my godchild.  If you took them, I would never see my godchild again.  And that was really no place for children to live in.  They had horrible carpets, and their sofas seemed to be old.  If I came to the factory, Madame would be nasty to me.  She always is.  *she takes her notebook, writes an entry: 'cancel the godchildprogram. Kids are not worth the job'.  Then she picks the phone trying her best to look a martyr and at the same time show the cleavage*  Wilson, the kids ...  Oh, they are sleeping.  No, just let them sleep on.  *she ends the call*  The children are sleeping.  You would not want to drag them now up?  *hopefully*  We'll talk about this more tomorrow.  Perhaps over a glass of wine ...

Willy:  Portsmith, you MUST stop this whining.  Madame had every right to be mad.  And yes, you are Sam's godmother, but just because that isn't your specialty doesn't mean you shouldn't make an honest effort to see him.  No one is going to bring you everything you want, Portsmith.  You have to do stuff on your own *thinks to himself, I feel like I'm talking to a three year old*  And Chateau Blanchefort is no place for those children either.  I will not stand for it.  But I will not force them awake either.  What time would you like to meet?

Portmsith *eagerly, brightening immediately up*  In the morning, about nine, what do you say?  At Chez Roux over a glass of good wine.  *tries to smile her most disarming smile*

Willy *frowns, rolling eyes, takes out his planner and flips to the next day's date*  Yes, I'm open. *looks back up, eyes her carefully* But it will not be long Portsmith, this is a discussion over two babies.  Do you understand?

Portsmith *slightly offended*  Of course I do.

Willy *gives his warm smile*  Good.  Till tomorrow then?  *offers his hand*

Portsmith *shakes his hand*  Till tomorrow!

Willy *smiles*  I am always a gentleman, Portsmith.  *takes her hand and kisses the top of it, tips his hat, then walks out back home to the factory*

Portsmith *stares a long time after him and sighs*  Now that is a real gentleman ...

At Bournemouth House:

Abberline : *starts feeling bad immediately he's out of the hospital, but then he thinks that she didn't object being left with Constable Crane... The more he thinks about her the madder he gets. This is the way she is repaying for all he did for her? She didn't want to share the baby with him, not the loss of it - and suddenly a thought explaining her reluctance dawns on hm, and he has to stop. The baby wasn't his at all... That's why she kept her pregnancy from him... He gets home to Bournemouth House and ascends the stairs, slamming the master bedroom door shut and walking straight to Chiana's room. He walks to the crib and crouches down to look at her. She is sleeping peacefully, holding the white teddy bear. As usually, she calms him down, and he strokes her cheek and soft hair* You are the only one I need, Chiana, you are the only one I can trust... *Then he sits down in the armchair, desperately wanting a smoke, or something stronger.  He gives one more look at Chiana, then he takes his cigarette case and walks restlessly out of the room, not really knowing where to go and what to do, finally, angry with himself he tosses the jacket on his crumpled suit and heads out, chain-smoking, soon finds himself at From Hell Court, and he steps into the first bar he finds*

At the hospital:

Ichy *watches helplessly how Alifi ushers Kat out and he sinks down on a chair in the waiting room, part of him wanting to rush after Kat, thought she damned him to hell, and part of him thinking about Ava in the operation room fighting for her life.  He crosses his hands in his lap feeling totally numb*

Nurse:  Mr Crane sorry to bother you but here is Mrs deMarco's necklace *handing him a gold chain with her fathers claddaugh ring on it* we will keep you updated with her progress.  *Ichy looks up frightened at the voice, takes the necklace, nods briefly and starts to stare at it on his palm.  The nurse smiles and kneels to Ichy*  she wanted you to have it.  *another nurse pops out the operation room * we need you in here right away.  

Ichy *rises up uncertainly, clutching the trinket*  What?  Me?  At the operation room?  *and he blinks twice and faints right into the nurse's arms*

Nurse *holding Ichy*  No, me, Mr Crane they need me. *shouts to other nurse*  Mary could you sort Mr Crane out I’m needed in operation room.  *Mary takes over and starts to fan Ichy.  Ichy starts to come around*  Now Mr Crane I believe you got quite confused.  Nancy had to go into operation room.  What Mrs deMarco needs right now is for you to be here for her waiting I believe she is a fighter, Mr Crane.

At Rartigillichal:

Kat:  I would rather stay in the mill house.  *Twisting the ring on her finger*  I have plans to make and arrangements to see to.  Also, I'd rather not see anyone if you'd be so kind.

Alifi *nods*  Of course, I understand.  *she takes Kat to the mill house, takes out her set of keys that Manouche had left with her, finds the one to the mill house, opens the door, they enter*  You should have everything here you need.  There are linens, and the kitchen is at least partially stocked, but if you need anything else, just come to the house.  The only other people here are that Mr. Elliott and his daughter Sienna Dawn.  They’re staying in the guest house.  *pauses*  And Kat … take your time making any ‘plans’, as you put it.  You’ve just been through a lot.  Give yourself a chance to rest and recover before doing anything major.  You can take all the time you need, no one will bother you here.  And if you need anything, don’t hesitate to ask.  *looks at her sternly*  This isn’t charity, you know.  We’re friends, and I also want to help you for Ada’s sake, savvy?  *she hugs her, smiles*  Right, I’ll leave you to get settled.  Make yourself at home.  *she leaves, returns to the main house*

At From Hell Court:

Isabella *walks into From Hell Court; she observes the buildings and people with interest noting how the area reminds her of old parts of London.  She avoids any eye contact with the people she meets in her path, knowing that a lingering look may be enough of a reason for these people to make her a target.  She walks with an air of determination as if she knows exactly where she’s going.  She spots a tavern and enters, finds a table in a corner and takes a seat; she isn’t there to be sociable, she just wants something else than Chez Roux.  Something a little closer to the local bar she used to visit in New York.  A waitress approaches carrying a tray wearing an old dress with a little too much cleavage*

Waitress:  What can I get you, honey?

Isabella:  A Scotch, please.

Waitress * walks over to the bar and quickly returns with the drink; puts it on the table*  You need anything else, just call for Barbara.

Isabella: *smiles*  Thanks.  *The waitress returns to the bar; Isabella takes off her jacket and hangs it on the back of her chair; takes a sip of her drink observing the strange assembly of pirates, drunks, and questionable characters at the tavern*

Abberline *walks in to the bar*  Barbara, give me a double whisky -  no, make it a triple.  No ice.  No water.  *tosses a couple of coins on the table*

Barbara *smiles and serves him the drink*  Here you go, sugar.  *Looks at him*  You look a bit down.  *Smiles secretively*  If you’re in need of a bit of company, there’s a young lady sitting alone right over there.  *Nods towards Isabella’s table*

Abberline *downs the drink and orders immediately another, frowns as he looks at the girl*  No, I have got enough of female company for a while, but she looks like she doesn't really belong here.  I'd better warn her.  You should have told her that this is no place for girls like this.  *He takes his glass and walks to Isabella's table*  Inspector Abberline's the name.  May I sit down for a while.  What do you think you are doing here?  *and without waiting for an invitation, he takes a chair and sits down, takes his silver cigarette case and offers her one*

Isabella *sarcastically after Abberline has sat down*  Be my guest.  *Takes a cigarette; Abberline lights it*  I’m Isabella Martin.  *Looks at him slightly annoyed although not displeased with his appearance*  What am I doing here?  I’m having a drink, what’s it to you?

Abberline *smiles slightly at her response, brushes his hair off his face and it falls immediately back again, lights his own cigarette and puts the case in his pocket*  You don't belong here, Miss Martin.  Everyone can see it at once.  From Hell Court is not actually a tourist attraction, especially for beautiful young girls.  You should not be in a place like this, full with drunk crooks and pirates.  *he drinks the second glass of whisky and orders a third*  Not alone.  Unless trouble is what you are looking for.  *he looks at her trying to place her, she doesn't look like a typical tourist, there is something tough in her*

Isabella *finishes her drink and orders another*  I appreciate your concern … *corrects herself*  Well, to be honest it annoys me a little, but don’t worry, I can take care of myself.  I’m not some damsel in distress.  You know, Mr. Abberline, you shouldn’t be so quick to assume where people belong.  I’m not as much of a tourist as you may think.  I’m used to drunks and crooks, admittedly, I’ve never met a pirate before, but I’m sure I’ve met worse.  *Takes a drag of the cigarette*  And no, I’m not looking for trouble either *smiles* but it usually knows where I am, anyway.

Abberline:  Really?  So, where have you got used to drunks and crooks?  But I still do think that you shouldn't be here alone.  And the pirates .... There are pirates and pirates, some of them are better and some of them are worse.  *he looks down on a stain at the table, in deep thought*  My wife is a pirate.  *then he looks straight at her*  Would you like to do a tour at From Hell Court.  You could say that I know it well, too well ... *he smiles sadly thinking of all the dens and the dirty bars he has frequented in the past.  They begin to feel like a good option again*

Zack *watches the pair impatiently.  His orders had been to hand-deliver his finished creations to the Inspector on Valentine’s Day.  But that had proven impossible.  It was only now that he'd located the Inspector.  His two works wrapped in brown paper resting against the wall.  All he could do was wait.  He was extremely reluctant to interrupt what might well be some kind of rendezvous.  He'd heard about Kat being in the hospital and was strongly tempted to deliver them there and be done with it but he'd given his word.  So he'd wait*

Abberline *recognizing the unpleasant feeling of being watched*  Just a minute ... *he goes to Zack*  I have been in this profession long enough to know when I am being watched.  State your business.

Zack *Glancing past him at the lady*  This might not be the best time.  I got a delivery for you.  It's late.  But I couldn't get them to you on Valentine’s Day like I was told.  What with everything going on.  *Motions to the rather large flat parcels against the wall*  Kat hired me to do these as a gift to you.  Had to work from pictures but she told me to use my imagination.  Said she wanted two.  One for your study and another for your little girls room.  She was saying those were two places you spent all your time.  Even told me what she wanted inscribed on them.  Tried to talk her out of the gold frames but you know Kat.  I guess the gold appealed to the pirate in her.  *Chuckles*  If you're busy with your lady friend, I can wait though.

Abberline:  What?  From Kat?  *looks at the parcels and feels yet one sting of remorse*  She's not a lady friend of mine ... Why didn't you deliver them to Bournemouth House?

Zack:  I went by there but you weren't home and I promised Kat I'd deliver them only to you.

Abberline *nods thoughtfully, feeling oddly embarrassed*  I don't want to open them in a place like this.  Did she - did she say anything special to you?  Do you have your car somewhere near?  We're going home now.

Zack:  Well she was real nervous said she wanted to surprise you with a candle lit dinner cause she had something special to tell you and she kept saying everything had to be perfect.  Yeah my car’s just outside.

At Chateau Blanchefort:

Wilson *shuts the book he has been reading and smiles at the children. Both of them have fallen asleep in their small beds. He hides again the Black Pearl out of Portsmith's view, as the Jack Sparrow doll - Captain Jack, as he corrects himself with a smile. He adjusts the covers, then shuts the lights leaving only small night lights on* Sleep well! *and with a sigh he shuts the door to the children's room*

Madame: *runs into the building, collides with Wilson, who she did not see through the tears streaming down her face*  WILSON!

Wilson: *catches hold of her to prevent her from falling* Mrs. Wonka? How did you get in? I am sorry but Commander Portsmith is not available. She has not yet returned from the office. Would you like to sit down and wait for her? *he takes a closer look* Er- it seems to me that something is wrong, I guess? *he hands her a shining white handkerchief* Now, take a seat and tell me what the matter is. *leads her to a bench and makes her sit down* I am listening.

Madame: I am not here to talk to that evil devil of a human being!  I want to see my godchildren.  I want them in my care! How dare she do this to Ava and Don!!!  Where are they Wilson?  And so help me god, if you are as bad as her, you will meet my wrath!!!! *sees the shining handkerchief in her hands, smiles a bit, wipes her eyes with it*  I want my godchildren safe, Wilson.  I want them in my care.

Wilson: They are here. *he opens the door to the children's room* But you wouldn't want to wake them up just like that, would you?  I have to agree with you, this is not the right place for the poor kids, though I have to say, that I am going to miss them *he sighs* Oh well. When they wake up, I could take them out for a stroll... toward a certain factory... I know that you don't trust me, because I work for her, but as you yourself put it, I may not be entirely bad. I do keep my word, Madame. The children will be in your care tomorrow.

Madame: *walks over quietly, handing her cane to Wilson.  She walks over to the cribs, touching each of their faces gently, tears streaming down her face*  Oh Wilson, you have done so much to care for them. *looks up at him, walks back over*  You swear on everything that I will have them in my custody tomorrow?  Wilson, it's amazing what you have done for them already, but I just want them to be around me.  Not here in this prison.  I will do anything.  Anything in return for these children.

Wilson: *bows* Thank you, Madame. I assure you, tomorrow, when they wake up and I have fed them, we will be at the factory. I solemnly swear upon my honor, Madame. I do understand your concern, and I am not aware of the Commander's plans. She has never cared for children. They will be safer at your place. Now, it would be best for you to leave before you get caught. It would delay our plan. *he takes a bag and starts to pack their clothes, and he takes the Jack Sparrow doll from it's hiding place and puts it in the bag too.* If you don't mind, I would like to see them sometime. Of course, without the Commander's knowledge. But I understand if you are reluctant and don't quite trust me. But I have always loved children, and it seems to be I will never get any myself. Till tomorrow, Madame.

Madame: *smiles warmly as he packs the Jack doll*  Wilson, I can not thank you enough.  And as repayment, you can see any of the children whenever you like.  The DeMarco twins or the Wonka triplets.  They all love company.  I do appreciate your help, Wilson.  Thank you. *tips her hat, grabs her cane, walks over to the cribs, kissing each of them on the head, then with one last look at them, leaves to head home.*

At Bournemouth House:

Abberline *back at Bournemouth House, refuses any help from Zack and carries the parcels upstairs in his study and uncovers two beautiful paintings.  He puts them against the wall and sits down to stare at them.  A special occasion and a candle lit dinner - he knows now what they were for and what her surprise was: she was going to announce to him the new baby ...  He starts to feel almost physically ill when he stares at them and thinks of her and how he left her ... *

Candy *peeks in*  I don't know where Miranda is, so I made some supper ... *she stops when she sees his face and the two paintings*  They are beautiful.  When are they going to let her home?

Abberline *barely looking at her*  Don't ask, Candy.

At the Security Office:

DeeDee *strolls casually into the Security Office to meet Hanson, she has put her usual uniform for the occasion, a very short miniskirt with high-heeled stiletto boots and a shirt that strains against her curves in an almost inappropriate way, but he's not in his room.  She hears horrible noise from somewhere, it resembles more bleating than singing, and curious, she follows the noise, pushes open the door to the lockup and stops surprised*  Don!  What are you doing here locked in a cell?

Don: What am I doing here. I am here because my wife ran off with pippy. Now she's is dying because of me. Thats why I am in here.

DeeDee *watches him with childlike wide eyes, then she sighs* Oh, that's so romantic and exciting! *she lowers her voice* Would you like to get out?

Don: *grins at her* Yes I would Dee Dee. I fought for her love but he won her heart. He has her heart now thats were it belongs now Dee Dee.

DeeDee: What are you going to do if I set you free?  You see, I have all the keys of Hanson.  *and proudly she shows a set of keys*  He didn't want to give them to me, but I insisted.  *she smiles at him seductively*  Why go after someone who doesn't care, Don?  Don't you remember the fun we had ... *she dangles the keys in her hand looking at him*

Don: *grins even more* Now Dee Dee you must have read my mind.  If you let me out we could continue that fun. * he looks at Ichys desk* I think that desk over there will do Dee Dee. *he points at Ichys desk* what do you say,

DeeDee *grins and nods eagerly, then she starts to look for the right key in the bunch, frowning and muttering to herself, trying several of them, till she finds the right one*  Ta-da!  You are a free man!  *and she pulls him out of the cell*

Don: *grinning pulls her close to him* Now do you think you can handle this Dee Dee. * he pulls her to Ichy's desk and she knocks everything off of Ichabod's desk. Don grins even more* That's a good girl Dee Dee make as much mess as you want. *he rewards her with a kiss* Now Dee Dee where were we when we were interrupted.

DeeDee *laughs delighted*  Oh I can show you where we were.  *she giggles uncontrollably as she pulls him to her*

Sergeant Godley *stands in the doorway utterly shocked, holding tightly the mystery woman.  She has lost her protecting cape and her face and hair are still wet from the quick shower she got at the hospital after Kat's successful self defense*  You two, stop that - that abomination immediately.  This is a security office and not a love nest!

DeeDee *shrieks when she sees him, but then she composes herself*  Get away, fatty, can't you see we are occupied?

Godley:  I can see more than I ever wanted to, you daughter of Jezebel!  Get out!  *and he drags Don and shoves him out of the door, followed closely by DeeDee, then he returns shaking with indignation to the corridor - only to see that the mystery woman has escaped.*

DeeDee *out on the street, straightening her mini and showing more leg than needed for the process*  What a buffoon!

Don: Who was he the idiot doesn't he know not to disturb the worlds greatest lover.  *picking himself up* Dee Dee you could always go back to mine or if you wish the centre *grin* but that is up to you and we could continue our fun.

DeeDee *looks at him with adoring eyes*  Whichever is closer, Don ...

Don: *grinning* Home it is then, every thing we need is there. Now if you would like to follow me Dee Dee.  *they briskly walk to Don's home so he doesnt get caught. When they finally get there Don sighs a sigh of relief.*  Now, Dee Dee lets go up stairs shall we.  *he kisses her and leads Dee Dee to Dons and Ava's secret room*

At the Wonkas’ factory:

Madame *in the baby room, helping the oompas arrange two more cribs together, she's smiling as the triplets all sit in a playpen and watch*  You guys are going to have company very soon!  The DeMarco twins are going to love it here. I just know it. *smiles as she pulls the sheets over a mattress*

At Chateau Blanchefort:

Wilson *checks that everything is fine with the babies, then he pulls out the Black Pearl, starting to ponder how he could get it out of the castle without Portsmith noticing.  He smuggled it in one day when she was at the Office, using Corso's trick of letting the cameras show a film with nothing happening.  He wraps it carefully in cloth and places it in a cardboard box, pens the address of the Chocolate Factory and after a brief contemplation pens a note to Madame Wonka:*

Dear Madame,

I am sending this in advance, because I can't take it with me in the morning, it is too large. The children liked very much  playing with it. Now either you or Mr. Wonka have to learn to speak like Jack. They loved it when I played Jack.

With respect,
Wilson

*He seals the box and calls Mike the Mailman, telling him to take it immediately to the Factory*

At Bournemouth House:

Candy *peeks into the study after an hour*  The supper is getting cold, Inspector.

Abberline *keeping his gaze on the paintings, pours himself a full glass of brandy*  The bottle is bloody empty.  I don't need any supper.

Candy: *cautiously*  Is something wrong?

Abberline *snaps impatiently*  No.  Would you stop bothering me.

Candy *shuts the door, shaking her head, then she marches to the phone and calls the hospital reception*

Andrew:  What can I do for you?

Candy:  This is Candy from Bournemouth House.  Can I speak to Mrs. Abberline, please?  Can you tell me when she is released home?

Andrew *cheerfully*  Hello, Candy.  *aside to Sebastian:*  It's that little cool chick from the Inspector's household.

Sebastian *whispers back*  Can you make her come here?

Candy:  Excuse me, I didn't quite hear what you said.

Andrew *hits Sebastian with the phone, hissing*  She's mine …  Oh, I can't tell you when she is coming home.  She's gone.  And because you are calling and asking after her, I surmise that she hasn't returned to Bournemouth House.  I doubt she will.  It seemed to me earlier that she and the Inspector split up finally.  She left with some woman, I think they called her Alifi.  *laughs*  A weird name, isn't it ... Oh, and one more thing: I suppose I still can send the bill for the extra cleaning to the Inspector.

Candy *stunned*  Thank you, yes, that will be fine ... *puts down the phone and frowns*

On The 12th Commandment:

Corso *wakes up when someone is trying to hammer hot nails through his head, he groans, then he manages to squeak in a weak voice*  Mitzi, give us rum ... *No one answers him, so he cautiously opens one eye.  All the wenches are gone, and he must have the world's worst hangover, because the bed rocks as if he were on the sea, he shuts his eyes to stop the motion, but it still goes on, and someone wrenches the nail in his head most painfully*  Stop it, please ... *he raises his head and winces*  Help me someone!  *then he falls back again.  There's a bottle lolling on the bed, but when he tries to grab it, he notices that he has something in his hand, he opens his fingers and sees that it is some tiny piece of lingerie*

Miranda *appears in the doorway, shouts cheerfully to him*  Good!  You are awake.  Don't bother with that bottle, it is empty, but I have prepared hot strong coffee for you.  It was about time you woke up, we are far out on the sea already.

Corso *stammers miserably*  Winter?  I want to go ashore, I am ill.  *and he feels his face turning green at the mere thought of coffee*

Miranda:  The next place to go ashore is Fiji!  *and she leaves him with a grin*

Corso *squeaks*  Raven, you - you miserable little lying brat, I'll get you for this ... *and he turns toward the wall hoping either for unconsciousness or this nightmare to end.  With his last shreds of strength he yells*  I ain't going to Fiji!  *a mortal fear grips him, worse than his hangover, when he starts to think what awaits him in Fiji.  There are many people whom he cheated and many who pursued him when he stole that blasted soul box ... *