Being where Candy brings Chiana to see Kat, with fascinating results … Miranda and Malachi have a joyous reunion, despite confusion (and possibly some rumors) caused by their disguises … Capucine and Corso find a cozy spot for a drink and some catch-up chat … Willy and Portsmith reach an accord regarding the DeMarco twins, while back at the factory, Madame welcomes them into the fold … Captain Jack Sparrow tries in vain to take advantage of what he mistakenly perceives to be a moment of weakness in Kat … Wilson surprises Portsmith with new sharp-toothed charges to occupy her maternal side … finding himself alone at Bournemouth House, Abberline leaves to seek comfort elsewhere … Willy gives Edward Scissorhands a lesson in babysitting … Constable Crane offers consolation to Ava as she awakens in the hospital … and despite an optimistic Candy, Kat firmly believes deep inside that many things ne’er be over.

At Bournemouth House:

Candy *takes up Chiana from her crib in the morning, feeds her and changes her, and then she starts demanding for her dad, beaming at Candy and repeatedly saying her da-da.*  I know, you want your dad, but if he's sleeping we won't wake him up, you understand, Chiana.  He needs a rest now*  She opens very cautiously the door to the study, where Abberline has fallen asleep at his desk, his head resting on his arms, an empty glass and two empty bottles and his cigarette case in front of him.  The room is stale with smoke.  Chiana bats him on the head, but when she doesn't get any response, she grows serious and her eyes take the too-grown-up look that Candy fears*  No little one.  *she whispers to her*  He is not ill.  The only healing he needs now is sleep.  *Chiana puts her hand on his cheek carefully, and then she changes back into just a baby and manages to snatch the cigarette case, clutching it tightly.  Candy lets her keep it, fearing she will not give it up without a fight, and she is about to leave the study when Chiana gives suddenly a little shriek and starts to coo and slash excitedly with her hands - she has seen the painting against the wall.*  I knew it, Chiana, you want your mother.  I will take you to her.  *she calls a cab and soon she is knocking on Manouche's door, hoping that Alifi has already woken up.*

Alifi *opens the door, smiles*  Candy, come in!  And Chiana, little love!  *brings them inside, takes Chiana while Candy takes off her coat*  My, look how big you are, you’re growing by leaps and bounds.  *holds her tight, then looks at Candy*  She’s wanting to see her mum, then?

Candy *nods*  Yes she is, he saw a picture of Kat and grew very excited.  What if Kat doesn't want to see her?  I mean, I don't know how she is now.  It seemed like a really bad fallout this time and … *she gathers strength*  I hope that nobody thinks that I am trying to take any advance of the situation, being alone with the Inspector under the same roof.  I swear I haven't.  *looks cautiously at Alifi*

Alifi *smiling at Chiana, looks at Candy*  Oh, I wouldn’t worry about that, luv.  Remember, there’s nothing you can do about what people will or won’t think.  More often than not, people are far too wrapped up in their own lives to worry much about what happens under other roofs.  And if you consider all of the drama that’s come out of Bournemouth House … *she grins* … then a little scandal between the Inspector and the nanny seems rather pedestrian!  *laughs, puts a kind hand on Candy’s arm*  No worries, my dear, everyone knows he’s devoted to his family.  And anyone who dares to think less of you can just answer to me, or Manouche, or to a number of other people who know what a fine job you’ve been doing.  Savvy?  *she balances Chiana on a hip, helps Candy back into her coat*  Here, keep your coat on, we’ll go straight over to the mill house and see how Kat is.  It’s true, she said she didn’t want to see anyone … but I rather imagine she’ll make an exception for Chiana.  If she's sleeping, we'll leave her be, and we'll come back here and I can make us some tea or coffee, whatever you like.  *she hands Chiana back to Candy, smiles reassuringly, they step outside, she closes the door; they walk to the mill house, she knocks, calls out*  Kat?  Kat, are you awake?  Chiana is here, she wants you … *laughs as Chiana squeals loudly, throws Abberline's cigarette case against the door*

Kat *Slowly opens the door a crack.  Looks sadly at Chiana*  The way things are, I don't think that's a good idea.  Much better for her to forget me the sooner the better.  *Tears sting her eyes*  You should take her home to her father I think.  *Shifting her eyes to Candy*  Take good care of them.  Maybe you can make him happy.  *Quickly drawing back to close the door*

*A voice addresses Kat from inside the room, behind her*  Oh no you don’t, my daughter.  You’re not going to turn away from your little girl when she needs you, after all she’s done to try to help you and your family.  *Ada’s voice is kind but firm*  I raised you to be many things, and sometimes I made mistakes … but I never raised you to be cowardly.  No one but you can comfort Chiana now ... take her in your arms.  Don't be afraid.

Kat *Turns and replies coldly*  But she doesn't need me just as I never needed Marchand!!  I had you and Butch.  She's got Fred and Candy or whoever.  How is it any different?  It all comes down to the same thing.  You hated Marchand and now Fred ..... *Her voice trails off to silence*  Just go haunt someone else and leave me be.

Chiana *suddenly lets out a wail*  M-ma-maa!!  *she goes silent in Candy’s arms, then becomes still, losing consciousness; quickly starts to grow cold*

Kat *Spins around and stares in horror.  Hysterically*  DO SOMETHING!!  CALL SOMEBODY!!! CAN'T YOU SEE SHE NEEDS HELP!!!  *Grabbing her from Candy, holding her close.  Tears flowing freely.*  NOW!!  GET HELP!!!

Alifi *ushers them inside, closes the door*  Quickly, we must keep her warm!  *she brings them all into the living room*  Kat, sit down, hold her close, let her feel your heartbeat, and talk to her.  *she turns to Candy*  Candy, I think it might be a good idea to draw the protective design on the floor, as you've done at Bournemouth House … what do you need to do that?  I can run and get anything you need.

Chiana *still cold, but starts to move, brings her tiny hands up, clings to Kat*

Candy *produces a piece of chalk and shows it to Alifi, then she looks at Kat as if waiting for reassurance, then she traces a circle around her and Chiana*  I think she felt rejected by her mother.

Kat *Clutching her close and rocking.*  NEVER!!  *Pauses*  I just ... thought it'd be best for her.  *Hangs her head*  Not having to be torn between her father and me.  I don't understand.

Alifi *comes over to Kat, stands behind her, behind the couch, brings her hands down to Kat’s shoulders, speaks in a firm, encouraging voice*  It’s all right, it’s going to be all right … just keep holding her, Kat, it’s extremely important for healer babies to feel their mother’s heartbeat.  *she rubs Kat’s shoulders gently, chants softly*  Te pabaren mange memelia … zhan le Devlesa tai sastimasa ... *she hears Chiana gurgle* 

Chiana *coos*  M-mm-ma-maa ... *starts to squirm, her body heat returning slowly*

Alifi *sighs, relieved*  There, she's coming around.  *smiles*  You see, Kat … she’s not torn between you and her father … she needs you both.  Even if you can’t be with each other, savvy?  She adores her father … but for a healer baby, there’s no substitution for the mother’s heartbeat.  Just keep holding her close … talk to her, dear …

Kat *Strokes her head*  You don't understand.  Sooner or later … *Glancing at Candy* … there'll be someone else and I wouldn't be able to bear it.  If I can't take to the sea and have to remain here to see it, I'd end up facing the hangman's noose.  What then??

Alifi *sighs*  Kat, don’t borrow trouble.  If things come about as you say, then everyone will deal with them as need be, including Chiana.  I’ve seen a lot of situations with healer babies … if the mother is taken from them for reasons beyond the mother’s control, they survive.  If the mother rejects them but is still in the vicinity, and still could be available to them but chooses not to be, no matter what the reason, they can’t bear it, and they start to wither.  If worse comes to worse and you and Fred actually go your separate ways, then you must take Chiana with you, even if you take to the sea, and Fred will have to understand that.  It has nothing to do with her loving one of you more than the other, it's simply the way healer babies are made up.  It's their biology.  She cannot survive without you.  She loves her father, but he alone is not enough for her.  She would survive going to sea with you, but she wouldn’t be able to bear you turning away from her.  You saw what happened just now when you simply wouldn’t take her in your arms.  But now look at her.  *she smiles, gently strokes Chiana’s head; Chiana’s color has returned, and she looks up at them with her large, dark eyes, her fingers clenching and unclenching against Kat’s shirt*  You can’t underestimate your importance to her, Kat.  This is one little soul you can’t walk away from with the idea that you’ll make her life easier by taking yourself out of it.  Quite the contrary.  *she grins*  And don't count Fred out just yet.  I don't really think he's going to let you go so easily.

Kat:  This is a nightmare.  I can't take her from him.  It'd kill him.  *Looks at the others*  Swear you won't tell him any of this.  I won't become the necessary evil he has to endure for her.  There must be another way.  I'll just have to find it.  *Glares at them*  Swear it!!

Alifi *her voice gentle*  There, Kat, please, calm down, dear, you’re overwrought.  Remember what I said about taking care of yourself?  Look what a fine job you’ve done with Chiana.  No worries, there’s no need to tell Fred any of this.  I’ll promise not to tell him if you promise me you’ll let this all go for now, take Chiana and lie down and rest for awhile.  I swear to you, when the time comes, it'll all get sorted as it should be.  Put all your worries about the big picture aside for now, and just enjoy being with your remarkable little daughter.  Revel in her, and take pride in her and all the good you’re doing each other right now.  Enjoy this peace, dear, savor it and store it up for the times that are tumultuous.  *looks at Candy*  Candy and I’ll go to the kitchen and make some tea.  You stay here with Chiana.  *she motions to Candy to follow her, they go to the kitchen, leaving Kat alone with Chiana*

Chiana *looks up at her and smiles, gurgles*  Maa-ma …

Kat *Cuddles her and kisses her cheek.* Well, sweet how would you feel about having an  eunuch for a father?  Hmm ... No I guess not.  *Sighs*  Too easy ....

In Fiji:

Miranda *watches Corso leave the ship with Capucine*  I don't like him.  *fidgets with a rope*  Tell, can you sense Malachi?  Is he really here?  Please Raven, I have to know.

Raven *concentrates for a few minutes, nods*  He’s here … he’s in a tavern.  C’mon.  *he waves for her to follow him, they leave the ship, wind their way through the crowd in one of the main areas of town.  He quickly ducks into a doorway, she follows, and they find themselves in a smoky, crowded main room of a bar.  He looks through the crowd, nudges her, brightens as he sees Malachi, Manouche and Blake, all three sitting at the bar*  Look, there they are!  I almost didn’t recognize Malachi, but that’s him … *they start toward them, then Raven puts a warning hand up to Miranda*  Uh-oh, hold on … *they stand back cautiously as a large man approaches the three at the bar, starts arguing with Malachi*

Man *sneering*  I’m sure I seen you leavin’ the Resquille …

Malachi *takes a drink, sets the glass down, shakes his head*  You’re mistaken, mate.  Resquille, what the hell is that?  *grins at Manouche and Blake*  Sounds like a poor man’s pasta …

Man *scowls, grabs him, pulls him up*  I’ll show ye exactly wot da hell it is, all right?  *he pulls back his arm, clenches his fist*

Spider *behind the bar, smacks him in the face with a fly swatter*  Oh, sorry mate!  Flies are a bloody nuisance, aren’t they?

Man *thrown off by the swatter, swings badly and misses; Malachi breaks loose from his grip, grabs him, turns him around and punches him; the man falls to the floor, in front of Raven and Miranda, and a few other customers who quickly move out of the way*

Malachi *grins down at him, then sees Raven, raises his eyebrows*  Raven!  What the blazes …

Man *sits up, his back to Raven and Miranda, shakes his head to clear it; he glares fiercely at Malachi, curses, starts to stand up to retaliate*

Miranda *for a moment immobilized, stares at Malachi's face, but he sees only Raven.  And then the man stirs at her feet and she feels a wave of anger flush over her*  Oh no, you are not going anywhere!  *she shrieks and kicks him down, and forgetting that she has a short sword, she looks desperately for a weapon and grabs a chair and starts to bat the man with it and she batters on though the man is already lying still*  How dare you touch him!  *and then the red mist lifts from her eyes and she run straight over the man to Malachi, jumps on him, clings to him, starts kissing his face, incoherently*

Malachi *stares, shocked, glances at Manouche and Blake, then to Raven, speechless as he’s smothered with kisses*  Ah … hold on, mate, I … think there may be some mistake … nothin’ against your team, mind … it’s just not my team, savvy?  That is to say … *then he stops struggling, grabs Miranda by the shoulders, stares at her, eyes wide … and a broad smile slowly spreads across his face.  He takes her in his arms and kisses her mouth passionately, crushing her to his chest*

Spider *looking on, scratches his head, turns to Manouche with an arched eyebrow*  Ahhh, Manouche, luv … just how long has Malachi been out to sea this time ‘round?

Manouche *grins*  One of two things, mate … either that’s his lady in disguise … or our Malachi finally made it t’ Singapore.

Raven *stands watching, grinning from ear to ear.  He hears a sound at his feet, looks down as the man starts to come to, slowly rising up again, mumbling and swearing.  Raven looks around, sees a beer bottle, grabs it and crashes it over the man’s head; he groans, slumps to the floor, unconscious.  Raven jumps over the man, runs to Manouche and Blake*

Blake *ruffles Raven’s hair*  Well, honey, looks like we have reinforcements!

Manouche *shakes her head*  Lil’ mate, how th’ bloody blazes did th’ pair o’ ye get ‘ere?

Raven:  Mr. Corso helped us!  Well, for a price … an’ we had to persuade him to help us more’n he wanted to …

Manouche *stares at him*  Dean Corso?  C’mon, what would make ‘im be so benevolent … *Raven digs in his pocket, finds the cell phone, punches a few keys to bring up the pictures, hands it to Manouche; she looks at the pictures, laughs heartily*  Ahh, I see!  Aye, that may do it …

Malachi *finally stops kissing Miranda long enough to look into her eyes*  I seem to recall telling someone to stay home where it’s safe, and to wait for me … 'course, I've also told you that you don't always have to take everything I say as gospel.  *he brings his hands up, holds her face tenderly, gazes at her intently*  God, bright eyes, you’ve never looked more beautiful … *and he kisses her again*

Miranda:  But I always listen to you.  I was brave for long, I really was, but then I couldn't take the waiting any more.  *she clings even more tightly to him, her eyes slowly filling with tears*  I knew you needed me, that horrible, horrible man ... *and suddenly she breaks loose from his arms and runs to the man lying on the ground, starting to kick him fiercely*  Did you really think that I would let anyone hurt my Malachi.  You will never - never - never again try to touch him.  *she turns to the crowd staring at her*  Did you all hear that?  Malachi, he is the best and bravest and wisest man there is!  Anyone who thinks differently will have to deal with me!  *she doesn't look very threatening, but something in her eyes makes the laughter stop, and she marches back to Malachi, looks at him shy*  You don't mind my hair?

Blake *murmurs to Malachi*  Better say you like it … she may beat you up if you don’t!  *Manouche nudges him*

Malachi *stares at Miranda, looks past her at the man she was kicking, now being helped to his feet by his friend, limping out of the bar after shooting a glare back over his shoulder.  Malachi turns back to look at Miranda, takes her arm firmly, guides her to a barstool*  Sit down.  *she sits, looking at him wide-eyed; he runs a hand through his hair*  Look, sweetheart, you … this is all ... amazing, what you’ve done here, but … you have to be judicious when it comes to brawling, savvy?  That guy was no big deal, he was just a troublemaker.  But … if you make too big a thing about every little transgression, you make enemies quick.  And the less enemies you have, the better.  Also … I’m trying to keep a low profile right now, for reasons I’ll explain to you later.  So let’s not be throwin’ my name around loud and clear any more than necessary, all right?

Spider *snickers*  So says the bravest man there is!

Malachi *snarls at him*  Sod off!  *he glares sharply at Manouche and Blake, who smother grins but say nothing, then he turns back to Miranda, who’s listening to him raptly, her pretty face aglow*  Okay, so having said all that … *he smiles* … you’ve shown a bloody tough and brave side to you that I’ve felt all along was hiding in there somewhere.  And … no, beautiful, I don’t mind your hair.  *he holds onto the bar to keep his balance as she flings herself into his arms and kisses his mouth; he wraps his arms around her slender waist, returns the kiss*

Spider *grinning, then his smile fades as he looks toward the door*  Ahh, Malachi … th’ lot o’ ya best be on your way.  *motions toward the back of the room, speaks to them in a lowered voice, urgently*  Go out the back.  Ferran’s comin’ in, you don’t want him to see you.  Even if he doesn’t recognize you, everyone’s heard your name.  Hurry!

Malachi *reluctantly breaks his embrace with Miranda, guides her away from the crowd.  Manouche, Blake and Raven follow quickly, they make their way through the room to the back exit, escape into the alleyway.  They hurry away from the area, to Alifi’s house, Malachi holding Miranda’s hand tightly in his*

In another part of Fiji:

Capucine *walks through the crowded street, holding Corso’s arm, smiles at the women who stop to look at them*  What did I tell you, handsome?  That’s six, now, who look like they’d love to knock your block off.  *she smiles charmingly at the sullen women, diffusing their murderous gazes at Corso; she laughs outright as one of the women starts to approach them then thinks better of it and backs off*  My, you have been a busy boy when you’ve graced Fiji with your presence, haven’t you?  *she glances at him from the corner of her eye, smirks at the fear in his expression.  She finally guides him into a small restaurant, and she watches him heave a sigh of relief at the calm atmosphere compared to the hot, noisy street they just left – the room is cool, quiet, dark, not too many customers.  She brings him to a table in a corner*  Don’t let the lack of clientele make you think this place is no good … it’s just the time of day, and the fact that it’s not a cheap joint.  *the table is round, with a round upholstered booth around half of it, a chair facing the other half.  She guides him into the booth, slides in next to him, sits close, her thigh against his*  If you remember me as well as you say you do, you’ll recall that I have expensive tastes.  It was one of the things you liked about me at the time … until the bill came, that is.  *she laughs softly, smiles at a waiter who approaches them*  Saint-Raphael … deux, s’il vous plait.  *the waiter nods, lights the candle at their table, withdraws; she turns to Corso*  You’ll like this little aperitif … brandy and wine.  This round is on me, since you’ve just arrived, my little way of saying bienvenue.  *she leans closer to him, purrs*  Now, have you a smoke?  And tell me what you’ve been up to since I saw you last.

At Chez Roux:

Willy *puts down his fork and knife, swallows his food, looks at Portsmith intently*  Okay Portsmith, first off, you know that a load of crud.  Second, what do you get?  You get rid of those brats.  *smiles*  I know it's been difficult nights for you because of those kids.  And the messes they leave ... don't even get me started right?  *drinks the rest of his cocoa, stares closely, as if reading her mind*  In fact, I do believe you were going to ask that butler of yours to move those damned kids somewhere else so you could get a good night's sleep finally. *smiles again, leans back*  So why don't you just give me the twins and I'll take them off your hands.  Besides, wouldn't you rather give them to experienced parents?  *digs into his cloak, takes out his wallet, opens it, pictures in a plastic casing unravel until they hit the table, all of Chaseline, William, and Jacob*  What do ya say?

Portsmith *takes a quick disinterested glance at the kids' pics.*  But my public image will suffer.  All dicta- er great leaders have godchildren.  It kind of goes with the office to tell that one loves children, otherwise the public disapproves.  *avoids his eyes, shuffling the cup in her hands*  You could at least make a donation to my fund.  In that case I might find the custody paper signed by Don ... *glances hopefully at him*

Willy:  I think you have gained enough of a public image by taking the children in the first place.  *wraps up his wallet, puts it back, pushes his plate to the side*  What's the fund for, Portsmith?

Portsmith *eagerly*  The Equestrian fund!  We are not lacking much and a relatively small donation will make the dream come true - we will get a magnificent Equestrian Statue on Security Square.  Do you think that the sculptor should add fishnet stockings?  *she hands Willy the paper signed by Don*  I didn't really like them.  They were noisy and smelly and had absolutely no manners.  Keep the bra-  ah the kids by all means, but on one condition.  *she roots in a bag she brought with her*  Give them this new Portsmith doll.  It's in white uniform and the absolute likeness of me.  *she grins as she shows him proudly a doll*  Excellent, isn't it?

Willy *arches brow at the doll, takes it cautiously as if it will bite him*  I must say it's quite ... impressive.  *takes the paper, folds it up, sticks it in his cloak, takes out his checkbook*  How much do you want towards the funding?

Portsmith:  And the second doll has a full parade uniform, wait till you see it!  *and she hands him the second doll*  What a likeness, eh?  And look at the feather in that hat!   They are going to love them!  *she wrinkles her brow*  Sorry, but I haven't dolls for your children, but as soon as I get them, I will send them dolls too.  Now, the fund.  *she pretends to count, trying to figure out how much she dares to ask*  Er - it is a little hard to say the exact sum, especially with the fishnet stockings … *nonchalantly*  Maybe something like $25,000.

Willy:  YOU WANT $25,000?!  Portsmith, I'll admit I know how to make money, but that’s for WAY more than just a statue!!!  Holy Wonka Bars!!  *sighs, begins to write out a check*  I'll give $10,000.  *eyes her intently*  No more.  I have a business and now five kids to care for.  *finishes the check, tears it out, slides it across the table*  You do anything to screw anything up, Portsmith, you can be sure that check will be voided.  *stands up, straightens his cloak*  I'll be collecting the children quite soon.  I must arrange room for them first.  *puts the dolls in his cloak, offers his hand*  I do believe you are parked out front?

Portsmith *cringes, tries to look innocent*  It is art, Mr. Wonka ... *snatches the check*  Yes, my car is right in the front.  Do you need perhaps a lift?  *takes his hands and shakes it vigorously and for long*

Willy *watches her shake his hand, 'Ya know, from the other side, that's kinda annoying', takes her hand*  No, I am also parked out front.  Shall we?  *escorts her out the door*

At Rartigillichal:

Candy *fidgets nervously the ring she got as present from Kat*  Alifi, excuse me, there is something I forgot to say about Chiana, I'll be back right away ... *she returns to Kat and Chiana*  I saw how you looked at me when you said that there will sooner or later be another at his side.  Just that you know.  If there ever will be another one than you, it is never going to be me.  If there is another he loves, it is not me.  But I doubt there is anybody else than you for him.  

Kat:  Wasn't accusing anyone.  Just being realistic and you're wrong.  He's not one to be alone for long whether it be emotional or mere lust.  Sooner or later there'll be another.  You know I'm not blind.  If he extended the invitation you'd not turn away if he were alone.  You're attracted to him.  I can't fault you for that.  Like I said, I would not want to be around to see it.  It might prove fatal.

Candy *blushes*  But he is not alone.  He has you ... *Chiana, who looks perfectly happy, starts suddenly to wriggle in Kat's arms uncomfortably*  That was all I had to say.  Can I take her for a change?  I will bring her back immediately to you.  *She extends her arms to Chiana, who glances at Kat and smiles brightly at her, then lets Candy lift her, and she leaves with Chiana*  You will be right back with your mother in a few minutes ...

*a window at the side of the mill house creaks as it’s pushed open slowly from the outside.  Jack peers in cautiously, looking from side to side to see if the coast is clear, then slowly climbs in; trips up somehow, crashes through to the floor*  Bugger!  *he stands up quickly, brushes himself off, sees Kat sitting on the couch; smiles charmingly, approaches her*  My dear Kat … it hasn’t escaped my keen eye and intuition of the feminine mystique that you are finding yourself feeling a mix of … feelings as of late, in regard to your familial status.  It would appear to the casual outside eye that you’re considering yourself somewhat strait-jacketed by the dubious institution of motherhood.  *he sits down next to her, brings a hand up to her hair, gently brushes it back from her face with a graceful gesture*  Correct me if I’m wrong.

Kat:  What??  *Stares at him blankly*  Honey darlin' all it takes is for you to sashay across a room and all the feminine mystique on the planet turns to jello and the only dubious institution that's inspired by you has absolutely nothin' to do with motherhood .... savvy??  Now have your say luv, else you'll find yourself nailed in my dungeon .....

Jack *raises eyebrows*  ‘Nailed in your dungeon’ … that’s an expression I’ve found to have multiple meanings, pet, in locales from here to Singapore and beyond.  Fair enough, then, I’ll have my say.  I confess I’ve had my eye on you for many a day and night, day and week, week and month, month and … *voice trails off as he notices Kat’s looking at him rather impatiently, and possibly a little hungrily; he clears his throat, continues*  As I were saying … I find the need to express to you a certain admiration that has grown with time, as I’ve observed you from various states of near and farness.  *frowns, shrugs*  To break it all down to plainer speak, I would like to present you with an alternative … an opportunity to join forces with me, as it were, and take on a few adventures come what may, with a devil-may-care opportunistic approach to life that only pirates such as ourselves can appreciate, savvy?  I find you more than a little pleasin’ to the eyes, luv … and it’s my guess that if we were to put to sea together, we’d find various and sundry treasures to be had for the taking … *leans closer, murmurs in her ear* … on and off the boat … ah, ship.  *sweeps an arm out at an imaginary horizon*  Come along with me, my little kumquat, away from this life of drudgery and doldrums!  *he leans close to her face again, his lips brush her cheek, and he barely touches the tip of his tongue to the corner of her mouth*  I’ll even let you steer the Pearl at times …

Kat *Raising an eyebrow*  Kumquat??  Did you just call me a fruit?  Never mind.  Jack ... Everybody knows that you've never met a female that you did not find much appealing luv.  But your idea of a long term relationship is a roll in the hay with you slipping out with the valuables fore sunup,eh??  But I'll grant you this.  If you're still breathing after you're done explaining all this to Portsmith.  Then we'll discuss it.  *Looks toward the window where Portsmith stands glaring in*  If I were you darlin' I'd find another exit ... that is if you have a fondness for breathing, savvy??

Jack *scowls, mutters*  So the Commander seems to have lost her taste for chocolate … *grins at Kat*  Long term, so what does that mean, anyway, darling?  Are there ever any guarantees?  I’ve made clear to the Commander that a household with children isn’t one to be shared by ol’ Jack, and she seems to be embracing the title of godmother with great fervor.  *glances nervously at the window, then gazes deep into Kat’s eyes*  But this is an earnest proposal.  If I’m inviting you to sea with me, I can’t very well scuttle off with valuables, lest I’d be scuttling off with valuables of me own ownership, which seems absurdly redundant, to my way of thinking.  Now, if you’re still of a mind to make a go with jolly old London Foggy back at Burned Mouth Cottage, or whatchacallit, then I’ll quietly withdraw my offer.  But if you’re of a mind to be whisked away … *takes her hand in his* … then say you’ll come with me, fair Katterly, and I’ll face the Commander, come what may.  *leans closer to Kat, whispers*  ‘Course leaving by the back door may serve us well.  No sense antagonizing any more than necessary.

Kat:  That's the rub Jack.  I can't leave my child to die.  As for old London Foggy … *Tilts her head studying Jack intently*  Maybe if you trimmed up your hair and lost the bandana ... Jeez, what am I saying.  *Sighs*  I must be going balmy.  You best go before she decides to come in after you.

Jack *studies her, nods*  Ahh, I was unaware of the child’s situation, luv.  That being the case, we’ll let it rest for the time.  But it’s not finished between us, this … thing between us.  *he leans in, kisses her lips gently, then quickly jumps to his feet, starts back toward the window.  He stops at a mirror on the wall, looks at himself for a moment, frowning; he reaches up as if to remove the bandana, then shakes his head*  No, I don’t think I’ll reinvent the rugged concept of me personality just yet.  *he turns, grins at her*  I don’t really believe you’d have ol’ Jack any other way.  *he steps over to the window, pushes it open, looks at her once more*  Our day will come, my little Katlet, I doubt it not.  For the time being, rest assured that this isn’t the last you’ll see … of Captain Jack Sparrow.  *he strikes a fine pose as he says this, unaware that the window has softly slid shut while he’s talking.  He spins dramatically, leaps through it, surprised to find himself hurtling through a barrier of glass*  Aaarghh!!  *he lands on the ground outside, shakes himself off, staggers to his feet, glances around quickly, runs away from the house*

At Chateau Blanchefort:

Portsmith *returns back to her castle to arrange the departure of the kids, wondering a little about the sanity of Willy.  Now, who would really want two more kids when he already has three - especially now that she knows what kids really are, those little anarchistic monsters ... *  Wilson, the children are going to the Factory.

Wilson *opens the door, takes her coat and hat, straightens the feather before he puts it away on the rack.*  Will be done, Commander.  I understand that Mr. Wonka decided to help you, knowing how burdened you are with work and responsibility, Commander.  No one here works as hard as you with so little reward as you, Commander.  Do you want these new crossword magazines sent to your Office as usual?

Portsmith:  Yes, send them over.  The Godchild and Youth Program will go on as planned, Wilson.

Wilson:  Of course, Commander.  It seems that you have won a dog bed basket from one crossword contest.  Maybe you would want to take a look at it.

Portsmith:  A dog basket?  What on earth should I do with it?  Put it away.

Wilson:  You should still take a look at it, Commander.  *he opens a door to a room that has been empty.  On the floor is the dog bed, but beside it is something that grabs Portsmith's attention far better:  a crate ...

Portsmith:  Wilson, what is that?

Wilson:  With all due respect, I though that there should be some use for a dog bed, and as you dislike both dogs and cats … *and children, he adds in his mind only* … I acquired some inhabitants for that basket.

Portsmith *frowning, moves closer.  There seems to be just a bundle of different colored fur, but as she puts a finger behind the bars, a small head with lively eyes and sharp teeth appears suddenly from the fur mess and snaps at her finger*  Blimey, Wilson!  Ferrets!  Sharp-toothed ferrets!  *and her eyes start to shine as she lets another little mouth reach for her finger*

At the Wonkas’ factory:

Willy *sitting in his car outside Chez Roux, he takes off his hat, fixes his hair a bit, then takes out the two Portsmith dolls, staring at them oddly.  In a well-done Jack Sparrow voice, he says*  Sorry, mate, I couldn't resist.  *instantly he chucks the two dolls behind his head and they fly into the back of his Lincoln, rolling under the car seats, he takes off and heads for home, wondering a little about the sanity of Portsmith*

Madame *sees her husband's car pull into the factory gates, runs outside to greet him*  Willy, love! How did it go?

Willy *gets out, grabs his hat, placing it on his head*  Swell.  I got the children.

Madame:  Really now?  *gives a sly grin*

Willy:  Yes yes yes.  Unfortunately she got $10,000 of my money in return.

Madame *appalled, steps back*  Willy!  $10,000?!

Willy:  I'd do anything for those kids, darling.

Madame:  Yes but you didn’t have to do that!

Willy:  Why not?

Madame *sighs*  Come on ... I have a surprise for you.  *they walk into the factory and upstairs to her office, hand in hand so not even the absence of gravity could pull them apart.  Madame opens the door and shows Willy not three nor four but five babies sitting in the playpen.*

Willy *counts all of the tiny heads*  Oh Wonka Bars ... Portsmith is going to lose her mind ...

Madame:  Is it still there?  *Willy arches a brow at her*

At Bournemouth House:

Abberline *wakes up with the kind of headache he's become used to during his drinking bouts, fumbles for his cigarette case, first in his pockets, then on the table, but he can't find it.  And all the bottles and glasses in front of him are empty, and he brushes them to the floor and gets up, feeling sick.  He rushes to the bathroom, and returns soon, feeling better, still in his crumpled clothes, tie missing and shirtcollar open, but his face and hair are wet and there is a more healthy color on his cheeks.  He continues to search for his missing cigarettes, but the case seems to be gone, and finally he retrieves a pack from a drawer in the master bedroom.  With shaky fingers he lights a cigarette, inhales deeply the smoke and leans back eyes shut, starting to feel alive again.*

*But the house is dead.  The house is totally quiet, and he gets an uneasy feeling, goes to Chiana's room and sees that she is not there.  He can sense that she is not in the house, but nevertheless he checks the whole big house, looking after her and Candy, room after room, and though he knows he's acting stupidly,he peeks in every closet too.  He is alone in the house.  Chiana and Candy are gone.  Miranda is gone.  Raven is gone.  And - Kat, she is gone, too ... He glances at the paintings, then turns away feeling guilty.  But he has so many times begged Kat to remain with him, fetched her back and groveled in fornt of her - now it will be her turn to ask if she wants back .. Where could Candy have gone with Chiana?  He already starts to miss her, and he starts to feel a resentment toward Candy, who has taken Chiana out without his leave and knowledge ... He lights another cigarette, and decides to wait, listening to the odd silence of the house, until it gets him on the nerves, and he takes his coat and flees out to find a new drink from somewhere.*

At the hospital:

Ichy *sits in the waiting room, dazed and very pale, his hands in his lap, not knowing what to do.  A nurse came to him telling that Ava is out of the operation room, but that they cannot promise anything yet.  Ava almost got herself killed because of him - no, he corrects himself, because of her husband's utter stupidity.  It was not his own fault.  There was nothing wrong with talking with Ava about things that interest both of them.  But after that unfortunate duel, things must change.  Ava can't possibly return to such a lunatic.  And Kat damned himself to hell.  But still, it feels wrong.  Mother would not want a bad boy.  He is not Don ... His thoughts are interrupted by a nurse* Oh, did she wake up?

Nurse:  She is under strict surveillance yet, but you may visit her for a few minutes.  Follow me.

Ichy *walks fearfully to a room full with beeping machines and doesn't dare to go very near the bed, he stares at Ava lying in the bed surrounded by all kind of weird tubes and gear that look more exotic than he could imagine, and for a while he is distracted by them, then he sees that Ava's eyes open*  You have to take a divorce.

Nurse:  Mr. Crane, that is quite preposterous!

Ichy:  It is Constable.  And it is not only important but very logical too.  It might sound to you odd, because your mind is not trained scientifically, and therefore the logic escapes you ...

Nurse:  Constable Crane, I must ask you to leave.

*Even though Ava's eyes are open she is still in her dream like state.  Ava's dream of Don abruptly ends as she hears Ichy's voice, she tries with all her might to fight the drugs but to nothing and she now gently moves onto another dream.  Inside she feels warm and happy she is with Constable Crane they are walking, walking to Ava's secret garden.  Ava gentle grasps Ichabod’s hand they smile at each other.  Ava takes Ichabod through a field of wild lavender the scents whizz around Ava's and Ichy's head.*

Ava:  Ichy isn't this the most beautiful sight you have seen I do believe it is. I like this part of the walk it is very relaxing don't you think *giggles and picks a stem of lavender and puts it near Ichy's face* close your eyes and smell this Ichy pure beauty no, the colour of lavender is beautiful the smell is beautiful it looks beautiful. Come on Ichy we are nearly there now  *Ava puts the lavender in her hair and they carry on walking. Ava stops which causes Ichy to stop too. Ichy is about to speak when Ava puts her finger on his lips* ssh don't speak just listen Ichy can you hear that. *Ichy shakes his head* exactly there is nothing to be heard, beautiful isn't it. Portsmith, has not got her hands on this place nor will she ever. *They both walk through a gathering and they arrive. The smells from the garden are intoxicating, the colours of the plants invite them in Ava leads the way* Come on in Ichy there's nothing to be afraid of. This is my secret place Ichy, our secret place. There is something I need to tell you. *Ava is just about to speak when the dream ends as the nurse tells Ichy to leave; a tear rolls down Ava's cheek*

At the Wonkas’ factory:

Eddie *after cleaning his scissors thoroughly after working with laffy taffy, he heads up to Master Wonka's office.  Eddie feels as though it might be appropriate to call him "Master" since that's what everyone who works at the factory calls him.  Sometimes he even hears Mistress Wonka call him "Master"...behind closed doors.  He doesn't know why she does that....*  Master Wonka?

Willy: *looks up, expecting to see an oompa, but is shocked to see Eddie standing at the doorway* Eddie?  You don't need to call me that.  I'm Willy okay?  Come in.  What is it?

Eddie: *his pale face seems to turn just a slight shade of pink as he makes his way inside.  He makes himself comfortable in front of Willy's desk, trying not to cut any upholstery*  I heard you took in two children?

Willy: *without looking up from his work*  Ah yes the DeMarco twins.  What about them?

Eddie: Why did you take them in if you already have three babies of your own?

Willy: *looks up for a moment, then back down*  Well, Eddie, as a godfather, it's my duty to take over in their care when their parents are unable to.

Eddie:  What happened to their parents?

Willy: *sighs*  Ava, I'm afraid, is in the hospital.  I'm unaware of her condition.  Don?  Well I dare not say.  I do not care for him as much anymore.

Eddie:  Why?

Willy: *looks up*  He has done stuff to his wife that I would never imagine doing to my own *looks back down*

Eddie: Oh... *pauses*  Willy...I was wondering...

Willy: *growing impatient with the long-drawn sentences*  Yes?

Eddie:  I wanted to help take care of them.

Willy *looks up*  The twins?

Eddie:  Yes.  I figured since you and Mistress Wonka already have three of your own, I could be a helping uhh ... *glances down at his scissors, then back up, frowning*  Yea ...

Willy:  Well Eddie, in order to do that, you cannot possibly have scissors.

Eddie:  I guessed as much, sir.

Willy: *sighs, closes his books*  Eddie …

Eddie:  I don't want them ...

Willy:  Eddie.  *stands up, walks over, lifts the blades on Eddie's arms carefully, admiring them*  These ... these blades define your character.  This is what makes you Edward Scissorhands.

Eddie:  But it prevents me from having a family ... look at what happened before...

Willy:  I know.  *thinking to himself for a few minutes, while Eddie watches him quietly.  Willy still observes the machinery he holds 'Magnificent, I must say...if only all the machinery in the factory were like this one...I would hate to rid of such a beautiful piece' *   Eddie, what if I did something else?  What if I allowed you to, at the most for now, rock one of the children to sleep?

Eddie: *a smile broadens across his face*  Oh, that would mean a lot to me ...

Willy *nods, asks him to follow Willy to the babies' bedroom.  Willy quietly opens the door and sees that his youngest son, Jacob, is still up, playing with a stuffed bear in his crib.  Willy smiles, holds open the door for Eddie, who quietly walks in and watches Willy.  Willy walks over to Jacob's crib*   Have a seat in the rocking chair over there, Eddie.  I'll be with you in a moment *Willy grabs a few blankets tucked inside a drawer under Jacob's crib.  He walks over to the chair*  Hold them out, Eddie.  *As Eddie holds out his scissors, Willy wraps them up, one by one, carefully, so that eventually each pair is wrapped up and is now fluffy and comfortable to hold a baby with no danger.  Willy smiles at his completion, then walks over and pick up his son, who is wrapped up in a blanket.  Jacob begins to whimper*  Sshh my son, it's alright.  Quiet now.  *he cradles him for a moment, then brings the baby over to Eddie, who watches nervously*  Now Eddie do you see my hands?  How they are together like so?  *he shows him his arms and hands under Jacob.  Eddie nods and mimicks that movement carefully*  Excellent, Eddie, now be careful .. just be careful not to move your arms.  Jacob will rest comfortably on the blankets.  *Willy carefully places Jacob on Eddie's lap, laying his head against the blankets.  Jacob looks up at Eddie in curiosity, instantly becomes shy, and hides his face in the blanket*

Eddie: *watches the baby, giggles quietly when Jacob hides*  Jacob ... it's all right.  I won't hurt you. *Jacob peeks out from under the blanket, gives a slight smile, then hides again, but a little less this time*

Willy *watches the two proudly, then decides to get Madame ... and his camera*  I'll be right back.  Remember, be careful.  *walks out of the room to Madame's office*  Kim ...

Madame: *looks up from aggravating work*  Yes?

Willy: I think you need to come see this.  Bring the camera.

Madame *opens a drawer in her desk, pulls out her camera, then follows Willy to the baby room.  She sees the top of Eddie's head, frowns, then smiles as she sees blankets wrapped all over.  She walks to the side of the chair and sees Jacob, who is now officially out of hiding and is quietly looking up at Eddie*  Oh Eddie ... look at you ... *she turns on her camera and takes a few quick pictures of Eddie and Jacob*  You look like quite the father here Eddie. 

Eddie:  Thank you Madame.  *smiles at her, then down at Jacob.  He begins to rock him slowly*  Can I make him go to sleep?

Willy:  If you keep doing that, he'll be asleep in a matter of no time.

Eddie *nods, continues to rock, looking at the baby's angelic face shining from the moonlight that pours through the window* 

Willy: *takes Madame's hand, they walk towards the door, and stop to watch Eddie for only a moment more.  Willy feels Madame rest her head on his chest, her hand next to her face.  He covers that hand with his own*  I'm so proud of them...

Madame: *smiles, speaks quietly*  You should also be proud of yourself, as a responsible father of three and godfather of two.  *Willy smiles.  They both watch for a few more seconds, then walk out to give Eddie some time with their son*

At the hospital:

*After two days of being under sedation the doctors feel that Ava is strong enough to be brought back around. While the doctors discuss Ava medicine they send a nurse to contact Ichy.*

Nurse: *picks up the phone and dials Ichy's number* Hello is that Mr *stutters* Constable Ichabod Crane. It is Sarah a nurse from the hospital we wanted to inform you that Ava is being brought round soon and we would like you to be there when this happens *she listens to Ichy's rambling* yes Constable Crane she is being brought around. If you would be able to come to the hospital as soon as possible that would be great. I would really like Ava to have some one there when she comes round, some one she knows so she does not get distressed at all. It is my opinion that you are the one that she would want when she wakes as she did shout for you a lot. Please hurry Mr Crane *Ichy tells her off* Sorry Constable Crane good bye please hurry.

*Meanwhile in Ava's room the doctor's are waiting for Ichy to arrive. The nurse who was talking to Ichy enters the room.*

Nurse: sorry to disturb you doctors but Constable Crane is on his way.

Doctor: Oh good then *closing Ava's notes they all begin to gossip about what happened to Ava their gossiping is very wrong in some parts* Nancy said that when Constable Crane came in last he asked Ava to get a divorce.

Doctor 2: No he did not for real *doctor one nods his head* I heard that Portsmith did this to her because she wanted Don

Nurse: No way *doctor 2 nods his head* I heard that the Wonka's have taken her children away. They say that they are not letting Ava see her children at all. They are making the twins live with the ompas.

Doctor 1: Poor dear *shakes his head* I also heard that Mr Crane ...... 

Ichy *banging the door shut after himself*  Constable.  Constable Crane.  I am very interested in hearing what Constable Crane said or did according to you.  And you all, would you please repeat what you said.  I didn't get it all in my notebook.  *he glares indignantly at the staff*  I am going to report you all for slander.  Commander Portsmith will be exceptionally displeased with you.  I also got a report of illegal ghost tranq used at the hospital for experiments.  I am sure that if I would order a search I would get the evidence.  *she goes to Ava*  I am here.  Er, do you want to see Don?

Ava: *her eyes still blurry from being brought around* Ichy, *quietly* why on earth would I want to see that fool... *struggling* He did this to me, stuck me in this hell hole. *her head turns towards Ichy looking at him* make them go away. Ichy.

Ichy: *embarrassed* I am sorry, Ava, I am very sorry of what happened. You shouldn't have done what you did and risk your life...But you are right. We do need some privacy*he turns to the staff with an imperious expression on his face, a rather good imitation of Portsmith at her most pompous* You did hear her. You are dismissed. And ignoring their protests he ushers them out* So. This is better. Maybe it was the wrong man who fell down the ladder, Ava. *and he shudders at the though that it would not have been Abberline, nor Don, but himself* How are you feeling? *he takes cautiously her hand*

Ava: *smiling through the pain* Im fine now that you are here.  *sqeeuzes Ichy's hand* there is nothing to be sorry about Ichy I did this because I wanted to. If I didnt I would have lost you and I wouldnt want that. *looking slightly embarressed* you saved me Ichy you might not think you have but you have.*looks Ichy in the eyes*  please do not let Don see I dont want to see him any more he scares me Ichy *a tear rolls down her face

Ichy *a little frightened by her words*  I will protect you against him.  He is now locked at the Security Office, and we will keep him there.  You saved my life.  *he sighs, not really knowing what to do or say seeing her tear*  Would you like me to stay here?

Ava: *wipes her tears* I have made a fool out of myself haven't I *nervously laughs* I would like you to stay but if you don't want to I'll understand Ichy... you probably hate me don't you... I don't want to scare you away Ichy but I cant keep it inside if I did I think I would go insane. Thank you for putting him away *sighs* Im glad  you will protect me you are a very good constable Ichy

Ichy:  Don't say that, Ava.  Of course I will be at your side as long as you want me to, because I want to and because you need to.  I can't leave you alone with those inefficient fools.  *he moves a chair close to the bed*  Now you just relax and give yourself time to heal. I will be here.  *nervously*  I - I have to admit, that I feel myself embarrassed, like - like a little boy ... Oh Ava, you would have loved my mother ... When you are better, I will take you to the flowers fields and you never have to worry about that brute of a husband anymore.

Ava: *looks down and smiling* Ichy im sure I would have adored her if her son was anything to go by. *embarrassed* You would take me to flowers fields I would love that Ichy *smiles and then winches as she tries to move* Ichy keep him in there he scares me so much. Im not looking forward to the day I have to return to that house. Im glad im not the only one feeling embarrassed although i do feel slightly shy like a little girl *laughs* well this is the first time I have ever felt like this before but it feels pretty good *laughs*

At Rartigillichal:

Candy *returns with Chiana and hands her back to Kat*  You are looking a little distraught?  Did I keep her too long?  *she looks at Kat, embarrassed, twists the cigarette case of Abberline she picked up where Chiana threw it*  Are we - are you now coming home with us, Kat?  The Inspector will soon start missing for Chiana, so I have to return her to him. I don't understand why you are staying here.  *mechanically, she opens and closes the case, and then it slips her hands and falls on the floor, she stoops down to pick up the cigarettes, and to her astonishment finds a small silver hoop in the case*  What's this?

Kat:  Yes, I don't want to be too far from Chiana.  I'll just stay out of his way as much as possible I suppose.  I don't know what else to do.  *Takes the silver hoop from Candy.  Stares at it for a moment.  Then closes her hand tightly around it.*  It's nothing. Just forget about it.

Candy *smiles nervously*  I am glad that you will come back to Bournemouth House.  And I am sure the Inspector wants you back too.  Isn't it great, Chiana?  Everything is going to be fine again.  I'll go and tell Alifi immediately!  *she gives the cigarette case to Chiana who reaches eagerly for it and starts immediately to chew on it*

Kat:  Yes you do that.  *Sighs, thinking nothing’s ever going to be fine again*