Being where Don Juan and Maryann discuss the situation about Valentino … Mercy enjoys her new, low-key life at Chez Roux … Godley and Netta discuss Dawn’s plight and the general problems surrounding the Security office … Mort decides to take his leave of Wilmot’s company and return home … Willy and Madame leave for their vacation … Crimson and Regan proceed with their intricate plot involving Ava and Valentino … Kidd reaches the end of her tether with Abberline and takes matters – and a certain Constable – into her own capable hands … Vinnie provides a status report to Cavalcanti … Willy’s birthday celebration begins … and Alphonse, while trying to enjoy a nice cup of coffee, finds to his dismay that a certain witty Captain has borrowed his ship, presumably with every intention of bringing it back.

At the DeMarcos’:

Don Juan: *sulks in the kitchen, feeling angry at the whole world and especially Ava and that little brat. What's so enchanting about a little baby? It looks like a big pink frog, and the ladies are cooing and dancing attendance around that little beast... He pours another glass of wine and lifts it to his lips, when someone puts a hand on his shoulder. He starts, splashes some wine on the table and turns to look* Maryann?

Maryann: I am back. I was lured away, but I came back. I saw that she has had the baby. What do you think about it? All those paparazzi swarming around. *she mimics sarcastically one of the ladies* Oh that little Valentino, I've never yet seen such an adorable child* They sigh at the sight of him. They swoon if they get to touch him. How does it feel being dismantled by a baby?

Don Juan: *getting even more angry* I have not been dismantled. Women just are weak for newborn kids....

Maryann: You don't believe in it yourself, Don Juan, the former dream of women. What have you become? Does anyone look after you on the street? Or, which is more worse, have you even tried? Ava is happy with her brat. She doesn't need you. Nobody needs a has-been.

Don Juan: Maryann! Don't talk like that!

Maryann: *sits down by the table and pours herself of the wine* No, you are right. Let's rather talk what to do with the situation. I have some plans...

Don Juan: *hopefully* Do they include hitting someone on the head?

At From Hell Court:

Mercy: *opens the door to her own little rooms, brings along the bin and empties the contents in the gutter, then she returns to her tiny little kitchenette. She is very proud of it, she decorated it all by herself. Actually, she built a great part of it herself. There's much treasure to be found both in the alleyways and down at the beach. Driftwood, sturdy cardboard boxes, planks with nails to be reused, bricks, sticks and stones. At last she is finished. She lifts the teapan on the little black stove, which she carefully scraped free of rust and dirt after finding it discarded on a street. She hasn't yet a pipe, so all the smoke gathers in the room, but it rises up, and when you sit on the floor on some planks, it doesn't irritate the eyes so much. She takes the white and blue mug that she snagged from a bar with the help of Crybaby, and waits for the water to boil. There's lot to do today, but she wants to enjoy the peace of the morning. At this time, all the unfortunates and drunks have passed out, and the beggars and pedlers have not yet risen. It's still a little chilly, and the earthen floor is moist, but the stove will soon heat the little room.*

*After tea and a dry stale bread loaf she sits down with her work: sewing a new nice dress for herself from the leftovers of old drapes she salvaged from a house to be pulled down. She has many hours before Crybaby will show up. He always sleeps late, especially after a performance. She smiles, feeling herself perfectly content. She is living on her own, and she is not harming anyone, and anyone isn't harming her. Her former life is just a bleak memory. She has never been so happy in her entire life, especially now, when she can support herself, being a waitress at the Shark's Tooth.*

At the Security office:

Godley *to Netta*  Covering up? Oh no, not the Security crew. Our Chief Brasco is a honest and decent man, he would never cover up for anyone who has done something wrong. No. But ... *he hesitates* that Special Branch up the stairs is an entirely different matter ....

Netta:  Well, I was just wonderin’.  ‘Cause it seems like nobody cares much about Dawn, even though she ain’t anywhere to be found, an’ her daddy left word with you that her mama lied, she hasn’t been with her Uncle James all this time.  So I was thinkin’ maybe you guys didn’t want it to get out to the papers or somethin’ like that.  *she looks at him curiously*  What’s the special branch?

Godley: *lowers his voice* Special Branch - that's Portsmith, and you should know she never is up to anything good. I am sorry for Dawn and her father, but we at the Security have nothing to hide. There's just so few of us and so much work. I'll promise I'll look into this. *he sighs* It seems I've letting down so many lately. Little Dawn. And Ava DeMarco, I promised I'll get her out of the hospital, but I had no time and when I went there again, she had gone home ... I think I am getting too old.

Netta *feels disappointed, but she sees how sad Godley is.  She likes him and wants to make him feel better*  I don’t think there’s enough people workin’ here.  You should hire more.  *she reaches over and pats Godley’s hand, feeling very grown up*  I’m still a deputy, Const’ble Crane said so.  Maybe I’ll go talk to him an’ Robbie.  Will that help you, sir?

Godley: *pats her hand in turn* You are such a sweet girl, Netta. How could I forget that you are a deputy. It would be very helpful of you to go and see Constable Crane. I recall he had some analyzing to do, and after that I've not seen or heard of him. Yes, there's not enough of us.  And the Inspector hasn't shown up for work in a while.  Fortunately we got Isabella Martin. *he sighs* Maybe I should just retire and fly home to my family.

Netta *urgently*  No, you can’t leave here!  There’s too many people who need you, you’re the only one a lotta people can come to!  You jus’ need help.  I’m gonna talk to Const’ble Crane about findin’ more people to come work for you.  *she hops off the chair, comes to his side, brings her arms up around him as best she can in a hug.  Then she steps back, stands at attention*  I’ll report back after I talk to Const’ble Crane an’ Robbie, sir.  *she salutes, then turns and dashes from the office*

At From Hell Court:

Mort: *missing the most part of the eloquent speech* Yeah? So? I don't want to part with my cabin. It's mine and I am going to keep it. *at the back of his head, a thought nags him - there is some important reason why he can't leave the cabin. The corn ... Oh yeah, he's got to tend the cornfield.* I'll best be getting home, Mister.

Wilmot *shrugs*  Suit yourself.  Have a care, though, the Court’s quite alive at this hour and the thievery will be running high.  Mind your pockets, you should be fine.  *pauses, adds nonchalantly*  I wouldn’t be so anxious to return to that cabin, given the sordid history of the property.   But I suppose you made your peace with that long ago.  *rises, smiles charmingly*  It’s been a pleasure, Mr. Rainey.  Now I find that my goblet has gone dry again, so I’ll bid you adieu.  *turns to head for the bar*

At the Wonkas’ factory:

*The remainder of the evening was pretty restless.  Willy had woken from his nightmare around three, and the Wonkas were barely able to sleep since then. They were both eager to get alone time for a while. Before long, the sun rose and they were up and ready. After packing up extras, they gathered in the main hall with the children and a few oompa loompas who were taking over for the week.*

Madame: *the triplets gather together in her arms and she squeezes them tightly* I'm going to miss you three so much!

Chaseline: We'll miss you too, momma.

Madame: *holds them out and gives a stern expression* Now, behave. I mean it. If I come home with a bad report, I am going to be very upset.

Will: *rolls eyes* We would if Jacob would.

Jacob: Hey! You stole my inhaler!

Will: You hit my arm!

Madame: *grabs their ears and twists. They squeal* Knock it off now! When I said behave, I meant starting immediately! Will, stay away from his inhaler. Jacob, keep your hands to yourself.

Willy: *kneels next to Cole, holding Angel. He and Cole scrunch noses.* I hate it when she does that.

Will: *tries to pull away* Okay okay!!

Jacob: *grabs her hand* We will!!

Madame: *nods and lets go. The boys flee to Willy with Chaseline. Cole takes Angel and helps her walk over. Madame waits with open arms and Angel collapses into her lap in a fit of giggles* That's my girl!!

Willy: *the triplets hug him and Chaseline begins to cry* Come on, now. Be a big girl. We'll be back.

Chaseline: *wipes her eyes* I know. I am just gonna miss you, daddy.

Willy: *smiles* Okay, I'll make you a deal. If you can be a big girl for the next five days, I promise to bring something back.

Chaseline: Okay, I'll try. *sniffs* I'm still gonna miss you.

Willy: If I leave you with something I have to come back for, would it make you feel better?  *Chaseline rubs her eyes and nods*  Okay. *he thinks, then reaches in his pocket and takes out his watch. It hovers in front of her*

Chaseline: Your pocket watch? But you REALLY need that.

Willy: Not for the next five days. Can you keep it safe for me?

Chaseline: *takes it carefully and holds it with both hands* Yes, I can.

Willy: Good. I'll be back for that in five days. *he and Madame stand up, say their goodbyes, and head out to the car. He opens the door for her and she gets in, watching out the back window as her kids stand at the door*

Madame: *as Willy gets in the driver's side* Do you think they'll be okay?

Willy: *starts up the car* They'll be alright. I have faith in them.  *Madame smiles at him. As they pull away, she stares out the back window as they all stand at the door*

At an undisclosed location:

Crimson: I gotta go out

Regan: *reading his magazine* What for?

Crimson: Phase two

Regan: Oh so you still want to seek revenge I see

Crimson: Of course

Regan: *he glances over his star trek magazine* You’re not going out dressed like that are you?

Crimson: *who is dressed in a short mini skirt and very revealing top that shows her cleavage off to their full potential*. Why yes I am big brother it’s the only way I am going to win him over

Regan: Who?

Crimson: All in good time *she shakes a bottle of rum*

Regan: Oh god no your not are you, your really think he’s gonna do it? Hah you’re crazy there is no way he’s gonna do it Crimson. You’re crazier than him and that takes some beating. *He does an impression of the man*

Crimson: You leave him outta this! He’s perfect *She sighs contently*

Regan: *shakes his head and carries on reading his magazine* Do what you want whore yourself if need be *he ushers her out with one sweep of his hand*. Crazy woman

Crimson: I heard that

*Some time later at the docks*

Crimson: *adjusting her cleavage* Hey Captain Jack Sparrow *She shakes her bottle of Rum* You remember me don’t you Jack or do you need reminding. *Crimson grins at him* Rum? I bet your parched.

Jack *sauntering along the dock, looking over the line of ships moored, speculating as to whether any one of them might suit a present or future purpose, stops abruptly as he hears his name*  Ay?  Come again?  *looks at Crimson, arches a brow*  That’s a familiar tone with which you're couching your salutation, darling, so I can only assume that we’ve met.  However, at this particular time of day, I confess my memory for faces and places can be a bit spotty.  *he looks up at the sky as if to confirm that it is indeed a bad time of day for him; nods, continues*  So, who have I the pleasure of addressing – or more precisely, being addressed by?

Crimson: *looks at Jack and feels weak at the knees* The name’s Crimson, Jack *she slaps his face* Why don't you remember me? I showed you my amazing trick with the rum and the stick of celery *grins at the thought of it*

Jack *frowns, trying to remember, then brightens*  Ah!  Yes, I remember.  Well, that’s a relief.  I was afraid you might be a certain damsel from my not-too-distant past who prided herself on her gymnastic prowess.  Something involving a feather duster and a balance beam … *shudders, adds quietly under his breath*  Not one of my better moments.  *he shakes off the memory, looks at Crimson, smiles*  Well, then, milady, what business do you have with me?  I have pressing engagements, you see … *starts to inch away*

Crimson: *her mind boggles at the idea and the she notices him move away* Don't move another footstep Jack. They can wait. I can make and will make you an offer in which you cannot refuse *she grins at him*. Now I see you’re lacking in a ship for one so I think it's wise you listen very well don't you? And two I have a lot of rum going to waste *shrugs* I could always find some one else to give it away to.

Jack *arches a brow at her*  Madame, do you realize who you’re talking to?  I’m Captain Jack Sparrow.  Commandeering ships is something I do in me sleep, savvy?  I hardly need the assist of a wench in said operation, should I choose to operate as such – *looks her over quickly and appreciatively*  Tantalizing though the wench may be.  As for your second point … whereas my penchant for rum cannot be over-emphasized, I’m hardly a toadie on a string who jumps at every rum-drop dangled before me.  My regrets, milady, we cannot do business on those terms.  You’ll have to do better than that.  What else have you got for bargaining?  And what will you require of me in return?  *he looks at her expectantly*

Crimson: *glares at him* Less of the wench Captain! Knowing you'd not agree to these terms I'll throw in this *Crimson reaches into her bag and pulls out a bag full of jewels* Here have these, they’re no use to me *she throws the bag at him* I have plenty more where they came from Jack. I got them from my convent *points at the convent in the far distance* you've heard the rumors Jack it's at bursting point with all kinds of precious beauties whether they be whores or jewels you take your pick. What I want in return is for you to take two special persons to Isla del Crecimiento. I know you know where that is at Jack.

Jack *steps backward slightly as he catches the bag she flings at him.  He looks inside, eyes widen at the jewels.  He glances in the direction of the convent, listening to her, then looks at her shrewdly, stroking his beard*  So, you do have a mission, of sorts.  Isla del Crecimiento … that’s not an easy trip.  Plus, the destination is famous – or infamous – for its lack of hospitality, especially to those in the sweet trade, such as myself.  *peeks in the bag again, nods*  However, the payment does appear to be reasonable, I’ll grant you that.  *he takes one of the items out of the bag, fishes a small magnifier from his pocket; brings it to one eye, examines the jewel carefully, squinting*  Aye … it’s fair payment indeed.  Only just.  *he pockets the glass, puts the jewel back into the bag, tucks the bag into his coat, looks at her, smiles*  Very well, we have an accord.  On the following conditions:  I select the ship, you do the commandeering, and once we’re on board, you tell me nothing of the passengers you’re bringing along.  *glances in the general direction of Chateau Blanchefort, mumbles*  I have reasons for keeping a low profile at this particular juncture.  *turns to look at her again, says firmly*  I’ll be chauffeur service, no more and no less.  Savvy?  *he looks out at the vessels, waves a hand toward the Corpse Bride*  There, I want that one.

Crimson: *points* That one *she watches him nod* Your drive a hard bargain Jack I'll give you that. *coughs* I am not going with you Jack you can take her and the bra... *coughs* I won't mention a thing. I have to make a phone call don't you move a muscle. *Crimson pulls her mobile out and dials Regans number* Regan the plan is set get yourself over to the house this instance I'll meet you there... no I haven't been drinking.... . yes Jack agreed.... give over Regan.... bye... Brothers who'll have them. I'll go an get the captives and then I ... meaning my dearest brother will get you that ship.

Jack *narrows his eyes at her, shakes his head*  Don’t ever play poker, luv.  You’re an open book, you’d lose all your quid before you even knew what happened to you.  I’ll choose to ignore your remarks, largely because there’s very little I can make of ‘em in the first place, but hold your tongue from this point forward.  And remember, I’m just the navigator, or the deal’s off.  If you want someone put in charge of this sordid little enterprise, you’d best see to it yourself or send someone in your stead.  It won’t be me.  Savvy?  *nods toward Chez Roux*  I’ll be over there, taking a little fortification for the journey.  Send someone over when all’s in readiness, and we’ll be on our way.  But a word of advice … have a care, refrain from letting any of this information get to someone who’ll give a toss and/or is in a position to scuttle your plans.  In short, milady, ignore all of your base impulses and try not to do anything stupid.  *he smiles slightly at her, turns, weaves his way to Chez Roux, goes straight for the bar*

At Bournemouth House:

Kidd *to Candy, nervously clearing her throat* Kat be gone and vanished on me, and I mean completely. I don't know what te do. Thought ye bein' a witch and all might could 'elp.

Candy: No! What have you done to Kat? *sighs* What will the Inspector say, poor man! I am sorry, but  I am not a very powerful witch, I was trained to protect. Tell me what happened, maybe there is something we can do. Can you - are you able to - how do you sense her? Are you aware of her thoughts or feelings?

Kidd: *Huffily* I did naught te 'er. Ne'er did ceptin' less than defend 'er. *Pauses* I can'na sense 'er at all. Sometimes she can block her thoughts and feelin's fro' me but there's ne'er been a time I could'na feel 'er presence at all. It's like there be an emptiness where she ought te be. All I know for certain is I come to on the beach with some fool sayin' I'd burnt my ship and 'e'd saved my life and then I realized Kat were gone. It makes no sense at all. 'ow could she just vanish like that?

Candy: *vehemently* That's all lies! She would never burn her ship! Shouldn't you have sensed that something was wrong with her? And if she really would have burned her ship, wouldn't you have intervened and protected her. We have to tell the Inspector, Kidd. Wait, I'll alert him. *she turns to leave to the house*

Kidd *Angrily calls after her* I onliest e'er come lessen she needs me. I'd ne'er force my way and I did'na know what she were about!! She blocked me! *Mutters* I'll not stand 'ere awaitin' more abuse, 'specially fro' 'im. *Turns away*

Candy: *hesitates, looking at Kidd, at the door, at Chiana and Raven, then she breaks into a run and catches Kidd.* Wait, don't go, you can't go just like that! There must be something we can do for Kat. There are those who are stronger than me... I could call for help from my organization, my superiors, they must know a lot. Let me take you to them. Please?

Abberline: *having silently walked over to them after having seen Kidd from the bedroom window, from behind Candy's back* Please do. Please go and take her with you. *bitterly, to Kidd* I should have known you are involved. You made her burn the ship. You killed her, and I will never forgive you for it. What good did you ever do for Kat? *to Candy* And you, protecting my daughter, so you were just heading away and leaving her like that. I have not given permission for her to ride the pony without me being present. I can protect my daughter myself. As for you, Kidd *he spits at her feet* may I never see your face again.

Kidd *Turning toward Abberline she slaps him hard.* Kat's not dead ye bloody fool! I'd know it iffen she were. But yer utter willingness te believe it so and give it up says much 'bout what ye really care for. So ye just run along and find a den te 'ide yer self in and when I do find 'er and mind ye I will. This time I'll fight tooth and nail te keep 'er free of ye!! *Stalking off* Blasted useless idiot!!

Abberline: *winces, restrains himself from hitting back, yells* She's dead, she's dead, you bloody pirate, and it is all your fault! You did it to her! You couldn't stand her living with me!

Candy: *moves slowly behind Kidd's back, fighting tears* I'll go. I hope Chiana will...

Abberline: *furious* You are not to have anything more to do with my daughter, you incompetent witch! Both of you, you can go straight to Hell! *half sobbing* Oh Kat... *turns away from them. He can't sense a thing. However he strains, the dreamer ability in him seems to be blocked. He can't sense anythng from Raven, Chiana, Manouche... Why? There is one way to induce visions, the only way he's able to be with Kat once again.... He turns abruptly and returns to the house.*

Candy: *watching after him* But how will Chiana manage without me? How can he be so cruel? Maybe, if we could find Kat and bring her back to him, he would forgive me.  *she sighs* I have to consult someone.

Kidd: *Blustering* I'm beginnin' te 'spect Kat ' 'as buried 'erself good and deep just te get away from that arse! She'll turn up when she's ready. Don't know what it were she e'er seen in 'im no ways. Other than that pretty face 'e's got naught te show but a stubborn and vile nature. Ye go on and consult who e'er ye feel needful. I'm off te do some consortin'.. .I mean consultin' of my own. *Turns away and stalks off.*

Candy: *sniffs, knowing that Kidd will not hear her anymore, quietly* No, you are wrong, he is a good man and I know what it was she saw.

Kidd *Still infuriated* I'll show 'im what's what, I will. Kat will turn up. I know she will. But this time will be different! I 'ad te 'cept carryin' Abby's brats in our body and I done so and intriguin' lil’ tykes they turned out te be. Now I be thinkin' turn 'bout be fair play. It'll drive a wedge twix them once and for e'er. The blighter would ne'er abide Kat carrying another man's get and Kat will'na deny me the right of a brat...I mean child.

At the Wonkas’ factory:

*the Wonkas arrive back rather late in the evening. The front door swings open and Madame walks in backwards, kissing Willy and giggling quietly. Willy laughs and pushes her against the wall and begins to kiss her with passion. After a few minutes, a small voice interrupts them*

Chaseline: Daddy?

Willy: *stops kissing Madame and looks down, resting his arm over her head. He finally smiles at her* Hey Chaseface! *he bends down on one knee and leaves his arms open*

Chaseline: *runs into them happily* Daddy!! I missed you so much!!

Willy: *wraps her into a tight hug* I've missed you too, princess.

Chaseline: *steps back and holds out her small hand. In it is Willy's watch* I kept it safe, just like you told me to.  *Willy beams and accepts it. He puts it back in his pocket and picks her up. He hands her to Madame, who almost squeals while taking her*  Mommy!!! *Madame gives her a kiss on the cheek* Did you bring me anything?

Madame: Well it depends, were you good?

Chaseline: *nods quickly* I was an angel, I swear.

Madame: Where are your brothers and sister?

Chaseline: *smile fades* Sleeping. I stayed up so I could see you.

Willy: Well I wouldn't say that's very good. Did you sneak out of your room?

Chaseline: *shrugs* Maybe...

Madame: I don't know. I'll have to discuss it with the babysitters. For now, let's get you to bed.

Chaseline: Awww but mom...

Willy: Chaseline Marie. It's almost midnight.

Chaseline: Okay... *Willy takes her and they walk upstairs to the baby room. He tucks her in quietly* Daddy?

Willy: Yes?

Chaseline: Are you sure I won't be like mommy?

Willy: What do you mean?

Chaseline: Well she didn't know you all her life, but you were kissin'!

Willy: Ah, well don't even think about it. We won't be worrying about that for a long time.

Madame: Indeed. You just be yourself for now.

Chaseline: *nods* Okay. *she turns her head and closes her eyes*

Willy: *he and Madame tiptoe out and he shuts the door. He takes her in his arms once again* Now. Where were we?

Madame: *laughs* Well, technically we're still on vacation until morning. So, I think I'll take advantage of that.

Willy: Oh will you? *Madame nods and he captures her lips with his. Without missing a beat he swings her up and carries her into the bedroom, kicking the door shut behind him*

At the DeMarcos’:

*The photographer from Ohla has arrived at the DeMarco’s to do a photo shoot with the new family. They finally won after someone in the DeMarco house agreed to the magazines big money offer. The photographer had to battle through the hords of screaming women to get into the residents. As he sets up in the many rooms of the DeMarcos. Ava battles intensely to get Don Juan out of their bedroom*

Ava: *proceeds to knock on their bedroom door* Come on Don Juan we have a photo shoot to do. *Sighs* you wanted to do this there’s no backing out of it now. Think of it like this is if we do this then all the ladies will swoon over you even the hard feminist types. Once they see you with Valentino they’ll be putty in your hands. You know that women can’t resist a man with a baby and they can’t resist the great Don Juan DeMarco the world’s greatest lover… *she hears muffled sounds* No Don Juan you don’t have any grey hairs nor will you ever… No you don’t have any wrinkles… *Sweetly* My love there’s a present in it for you… I swear…. *knocks on the door* Come on baby please… *sighs* Valentino isn’t even with me he’s with Amelia and he won’t be in the photo shoot for very long either I promise…. The folks at the magazine want plenty of pictures of you an me… They ain’t really interested in Valentino at all… Don Juan open up please…. *finally loses her patience* DON JUAN IF YOU DON’T OPEN THIS DOOR ON MY COUNT OF THREE THERE’S GONNA BE DIRE CONSEQUENCES… ONE… TWO… DON JUAN I’M WARNING YOU!....

Don Juan: *squeals desperately* I've put on weight, Ava! And I did find a grey hair! *sulking* And no body will see me in the photos, they just ogle at that little devil. *reluctantly, he opens the door and peers out* I will not play second violin to none! I want a centerfold of me alone. Otherwise I won't come out.

Ava: *sticks her foot in the door and forces herself in* Right Don Juan first of all that little devil is our son. *Sighs* I don't like the fact that he is been as you so polity put it ogled at either. I think it's very wrong but it's in his genes which he got from his father.  So one way or another we will get through this ok. *she moves closer to him* On another note Don Juan I think you look very handsome indeed *she smiles affectionately at him as she touches his chin. The potion she took did something amazing to  her figure*. You will never play second violin to anyone, my love, you are Don Juan the world’s greatest lover and my husband. I will not allow it. You can have your centerfold and your surprise either now or after the shoot. Oh by the way I will be wearing that black dress that you love so much *she winks at him*

Don Juan: I bloody well know that he's my son, dammit, but he should have at least a little respect for his father! *he listens to her and glances at the big mirror, unsure* You think so? But what about the gray hair I found? *firmly* I must have the centerfold. With my mask on, without my hat, with an open shirt. *he thinks about her black dress and slowly starts to think that a photo shoot might be fun after all, the ladies will be ripping the centerfolds out of the magazine, and he has a chance to show that a full grown man is something much more interesting to look at than a baby.* All right. But you'll see that he doesn't get photographed too much. I don't think that publicity is good for small children *who try to dethrone their fathers, but he doesn't say it loud. One last glance at the mirror* Let's go, Ava.

Ava: He’s not even two weeks old! He doesn’t understand anything that’s why we are here to nurture him. Whatever you want my love you will get *smiles* Don Juan every thing about you is perfect. Two small pictures that’s all. Although they did request a picture of the both of you together, they want you shirtless with your mask on. *Sighs happily* you look wonderful.

At Chez Roux:

Vinnie *enters his room, locks the door behind him.  He looks around, then walks over to the table and pours a drink.  He drinks it quickly, takes out his cell phone, punches in a number, waits; curses softly when he gets an answering machine.  He shrugs, waits for the greeting to finish playing, then speaks into the phone*  Signore Cavalcanti, my friend!  Your consigliere here, reporting with good news and bad news.  The good news is, that Corso character, he was the perfect gentleman with your daughter.  *grins into the phone*  Heey, maybe he’s a finook, who knows?  Anyway, for whatever reason, it’s my considered opinion that Alphonse Corso can be trusted with your daughter.  Matter of fact, he was beyond cordial, he was wantin’ to be protective of her.  You couldn’t ask for a more agreeable escort.  Now, the bad news … the subject you’ve placed under my watch, the one you feel needs some, shall we say, enlightenment regarding his recent behavior …  I regret to say he has once again shown disrespect.  No physical altercation this time, but speaking to her in a very derogatory manner, unacceptable.  Therefore, I must concur with your determination that a lesson be taught to this mortadella, a shakedown at the very least.  I’ll wait to hear from you before I proceed.  Ciao, mi amico.  *he closes the phone, puts it back in his pocket.  He finishes his drink, sets the glass down, goes to the door, opens it, glances around.  He sees Rianne coming down the hallway, calls out to her*  Hey, beautiful!  *he steps out into the hall, closes the door behind him, smiles at her as she approaches*  How about bringin’ a little room service.  Whatever they got on special, capisce?  An’ a bottle of red, say, a pinot noir.  Have ‘em put it on my tab – Veleno Frafuso.  *reaches in his pocket, pulls out a roll of bills, hands her a handsome tip*  Graci.  *smiles, winks, pinches her cheek lightly; turns, opens his door, returns back into his room*

Rianne: *rubs her cheek with an annoyed gesture; mutters* and my name is not "beautiful"...bobo *she continues down the hallway to the elevator while something intelligible in Spanish.

At an undisclosed location:

Sasha and Ruby *Speaking in hushed tones in another room.*

Ruby: Do you think she came here because of the witch hunters?

Sasha: Of course she did, given her past. Losing her family at such a tender age to them. If not for the quick thinking of her nanny, she'd have been lost as well. She won't give up the idea that she might one day find the brother they took that terrible night. She thinks she could reason with him and make him believe. But it's much too late. He's had a life of being brainwashed into believing he's one of them and that it was witches that killed his family. He'd scoff at the idea that he and all the so-called witch hunters are themselves male witches. He doesn't know Danee still lives and would never accept it. Poor thing, it may have been him that did this to her.

On the island:

Emina: Elliott isn't this amazing *she takes his hands in hers and wraps his arms around her as they gaze out towards the sea * it's so quiet and romantic, maybe we could eat our meal underneath the stars tonight. I think I'd like that a lot. The sound of the waves hitting the shore. The twinkling of stars and sky being lit up by the moon it's oh so very romantic indeed. And of course being with the most handsome, charming, romantic, funniest and smartest man in the world makes it even better. *smiles to herself as she is feeling new feelings that she’s never experienced before* Elliott I love you.

Elliott *leans down, kisses her*  I love you too, my dear.  It is beautiful, an’ I want to thank you for all your plannin’.  It’s a wonderful holiday, an’ I love gettin’ away, alone with you.  You’ll be happy to know, we are eatin’ out under the stars tonight, I already arranged it.  *pauses, adds*  I love it here so much, I’m startin’ to think we should just stay here forever, once I get Dawn back.  We could all three come here, no more worries about Deppville, no more Brandy.  I bet it’d be hard for her to find us here. 

Emina: *smiles* you're very welcome .... *has a happy shocked expression on her face* Elli Bear *she squeals a little bit* I don't know what to say but woo hoo *giggles* how'd you plan that without me noticing a thing? I'd like to live here too *smiles* Dawn you and me it be great Dawn free from any cares or troubles in the world. We could start a whole new life together as a family. No one will find us here, no one Elliot maybe one day we could afford to buy it. *sighs a little* Elliot do you think Dawn will still like me? I mean we've... our... relationship has developed a lot since Dawn disappeared, maybe, Dawn may blame me for us taking so long to find her. I don't want her to think I've stolen her daddy away.

Elliott:  I’m sure she’ll still like you.  Like I said, these things have happened before.  She’s gone for awhile, then somehow I manage to get her back.  But I don’t want it to keep goin’ like this.  That’s why I think it might be good for us to leave Deppville.  I know Brandy pretty well, an’ I don’t think she would be so keen on takin’ Dawn away all the time if I make it harder for her to do it.  She likes to mess with people, but she also gets bored pretty quick.  That’s one reason I haven’t been as aggressive about lookin’ for Dawn as I have in the past.  Terrible as it sounds, it’s almost better to let it go till Bandy gets bored.  Then it’s easier to get Dawn back.  *gazes out at the horizon*  Besides, it’s harder to fight Brandy in Deppville.  She has too much power there, she has Portsmith on her side.  I was hopin’ the Wonkas’ lawyer would be more helpful, but he seems to have lost interest in the case.  I thought he would really dig in an’ shake things up at Security, but nothin’.  He never even returned my call when I told him Dawn hadn’t been at her uncle’s.  Nobody at Security got back to me on that, either.  Maybe the message never got through to the right people.  For all I know, Portsmith is sabotaging me at every turn.  *sighs*  I thought when I got all that money in the job with Malachi, that would settle everythin’.  But even with the money an’ the proof that I’m a responsible parent, I still can’t get the law on my side.  That’s why I think we should leave.  *he turns Emina to him, smiles wanly into her eyes*  I know this isn’t a very romantic way to whisk you off to live on an island, with all this talk about my legal custody woes.  Believe me, I’m very glad you want to do this, too.  *pulls her close, kisses her*

Emina: Elliott, whatever you want I want too because I know it will work out very well. And we both want the best for Dawn. *smiles at his kiss* And this island has a certain affect on us. I do believe we couldn't get any happier it's so peaceful and rule-free it's a perfect place to bring up a child. *Smiles* Ah I say we should stop that talk about Brandy *she places her finger on his lip* and enjoy our own little island. *Giggles* You know what Elliott, there's so much I don't know about you like what's your favorite color? what school did you go to? do you have any brothers or sister? what was your mother and father like? *Blushes* excuse my sudden outburst.

Elliott *smiles*  You’re right, no more talk about Brandy.  An’ I’ll be happy to answer your questions … over dinner.  *he kisses her again, then picks her up*  Right now, I think an appetizer is in order.  *he carries her inside their vacation cottage, kicks the door shut with his foot*

DuBois:  Annd, CUT!  *nods, satisfied, looks over at his lead cameraman*  These shoots are so much more peaceful when certain parties aren’t involved …

Cameraman *looks at him*  You mean Kat?

DuBois *quickly*  SHHH!!  *glances around furtively*  Don’t let her hear you …

At Chez Roux:

Candy: *with a wistful glance at Bournemouth House leaves, but she doesn't want to go home to meet Daddy and DeeDee's snickering. DeeDee would have managed completely differently than she herself, DeeDee would have had the situation in control, and then she would have used her charms that seem to captivate every male... But she smiles when she thinks about DeeDee handling children. Reluctantly she turns into Chez Roux and asks for a room for one night. She has to think over. There must be some way she can make the Inspector understand how much Chiana needs her. She calls her Dad, relieved to get the answer machine, tells briefly that Alphonse Corso was nice and a real gentleman, but that she had some troubles again with Abberline and that she needs to be alone for a night.*

At The Archers:

Kidd *Arriving at her destination, smiles and without knocking, flings open the door.* Ichabod!! Where are ye, luv? We got lost time te make up for!!

Ichy: *annoyed, steps out of his lab covered in azure blue powder. The gust of wind from the opening of the door blew it all up and it scattered everywhere. What a mess! If there is anything he hates is dirt and mess. He wipes his face with a towel and takes off his apron, but he forgets the blue powder as soon as he sees Kidd* What? Kidd? *he blinks, then he smiles* And how are we going to make up for lost time? *then he hesitates* Er, what about Kat? I know she doesn't anymore care for me...

Kidd *Smiles invitingly walks up to him. Pulls him close ignoring the powder.* Kat be only a part of us. She's 'ad 'er time. Now it be my turn and I care for ye more than 'nuff.  Now let us not waste time with gab, eh?? We'll find us a cozy spot and see what comes up. *Kisses him thoroughly.*

Ichy: *tries to protest, but her kiss stifles him, and after it, he loses completely his ability for any protests nor any questions, there is just Kidd and her lust and her eager body pressed against him and no time to lose. His last conscious thought is that fortunately he sent Robbie on an errand, and a moan escapes his mouth when Kidd finds the cozy spot on him....*

*Cameraman, grins to another* Check that the ropes on DuBois are tight enough, will you!*

At the DeMarcos’:

Crimson: *hiding behind some bushes in the DeMarcos back yard* Ok so understand the plan right

Regan: Yes I go in drug Ava you grab the baby and I grab Ava

Crimson: Yes and what else

Regan: We take them to the docks where they will be transported to Isla del crecimiento. Where the plan will hopefully work I have very little hope that it will.

Crimson: You’re such a negative person Regan.

Regan: There is no such place where people go to grow old I think some one was pulling you leg.

Crimson: No they weren’t

Regan: It was Captain Jack Sparrow who told you that and we all know he’s a complete utter nutter who has no sense or logic.

Crimson: *offend by his words* You leave my Jacky out of it he is the smartest pirate around. *grins* And she’ll soon have her turn

Regan: No way am I getting involved with the Commander you’re on your own with that one.

Crimson: How’d you not know that I haven’t implemented my plan all ready huh?

Regan: It’s you Crimson you couldn’t plan anything look at this one. I end up being killed and now we are going to kidnap two people.

Crimson: Ye of little faith brother now we must wait.

Ava: *Holding Valentino, takes him out into the sunshine for the first time since he was born*  Isn’t it pretty *Valentino squints at the sunlight and Ava pulls his hat down some more* that’s better now isn’t it. *Ava walks towards the bushes where Crimson and Regan are hiding*

Crimson:  Come on let’s go she’s close enough *She and Regan come out from the bushes Crimson snatches Valentino from Ava as Regan puts a drugged cloth up to Ava’s mouth. Instantly Ava falls to the ground.* See how easy that was. *Valentino begins to cry* Come on Regan were bound to be found soon. Why won’t it shut up?

Regan: *Scoops Ava up and carriers her to their getaway car* Right then are you sure he’ll be there.

Crimson: Of course I offered him a good amount of rum some salty wenches and all the jewels he wants. *Shrugs* That was pretty easy wasn’t it. I am needing you to commandeer a ship *they pull up at the docks*.

Regan: *turns at looks at her in disbelief* What! I am not doing it no way!

Crimson: Pleeeease Regan for me for your little sister you promised

Regan: *snarls* I swear which bloody ship is it?

Crimson: That one.

Regan: That one? *he points*

Crimson: Yup and there’s Jacky he’s waiting. You carry the whore on and I’ll pass you the brat. And while you commandeer the ship I will get Jack ok

Regan: Ok

Valentino: *stares up at the man who is holding him* you’re not my mommy…. who are you… you don’t smell like her…. where’s my mommy…. I want my mommy…. *He begins to scream again* mommy I’m hungry… mommy…. where are you? Mommy… *the strange man shouts which causes Valentino to get a shock*… mommy I need the bad person to go away… mommy …. Daddy…. Me need you... help… daddy…. Papa …. mommy...

At the Wonkas’ factory:

*Early morning in the master bedroom, Willy and Madame sleep soundly. Will, Jacob, Cole, and Angel, being carried by Cole, sneak in and tiptoe to the foot of their bed*

Will: *whispers* Ready?  *Cole nods, adjusting Angel on his shoulder*

Jacob: *nods* One...two... three! *At the same time, he and Will do Spider-Man leaps on their parents' bed, screeching.*

Willy: *sits straight up, still half awake* AH! Wha? What happened?

Cole: Get up dad!!!

Will: It's your birthday!!

Willy: Ohhh nooo. *he lays back down and pulls the blanket over his head*

Jacob: *he and Jacob yank and pull until it slides back. He straddles on Willy's stomach* DAD! GET UP!

Willy: *shakes head* Where's your sister?

Will: Which one?

Cole: Angel's right here dad.

Willy: *sits up a little bit* Where's your OTHER sister?

Chaseline: *pushes the blankets back and sits up in bed, yawning* Mornin' starshine!

Madame: *mumbles* The earth says hello. *she pulls the blankets tighter over her shoulder and squeezes her eyes shut*

Willy: And what're you doing under the covers, Chaseface?

Madame: *turns on her other side* Bad dream.

Chaseline: *shrieks* It was so scary dad! There was a green monster and slime and lots of teeth and long nails and yelling and-

Willy: Chase! Too early sweetie. *he grabs Chaseline and lays back down with her under his arm. She squeals again and tries to push him off*

Chaseline: Dad! Come on get up! *she crwals out from under his arm and sits with Cole and Will* There's only one way to get him up anymore.

Will: I know. *he and Chase join Jacob on Willy's stomach*

Willy: *coughs* Three two-year-olds. ...too... much!! *pretends to pass out*

Chaseline: *crawls off and pats his face* Daddy! Okay we didn't wanna hurt you. *she screams as Willy jumps and grabs her arm*

Willy: Gotcha. *Chaseline giggles and Cole puts Angel next to Madame* Ah my three favorite girls in the whole world!

Chaseline: *puts Angel in her lap, beaming* I'm the favoritest right dad?

Willy: I don't do favoritests. Just favorites.

Chaseline: But if you HAD to decide.

Willy: I never will have to. I don't do favoritests. Why don't you take your sister and go to the kitchen. *he looks at Will and Jacob* All of you. I'm sure they're preparing breakfast by now.

Jacob: Kay! *Chaseline helps Cole with Angel and they all run out to the kitchen table*

Willy: Finally. *he lays back down and throws his arm around Madame, who is facing him.*

Madame: No, come on. They're right. It's your birthday today.

Willy: Don't remind me.

Madame: *giggles and finally opens her eyes* Thirty-nine. One more year. Excited?

Willy: *sighs and opens his eyes* I don't know yet.

Madame: You have plenty of time. *she leans in and kisses him* For now enjoy your day. For the kids and for yourself.

Willy: Okay. But inside, I'm screaming.

Madame: *laughs and kisses him again* Happy Birthday, Willy Wonka.

At the docks:

Regan: *on the Corpse Bride, picks up a crying Valentino* You want your mommy? Mommy’s sleeping at the moment… *he mutters to himself he’s not a baby person* Hurry up crimson… *Regan decides to shout for Crimson* Hurry up will you Crimson, it won’t stop crying. *Crimson sticks her hand up in the air a flicks her middle finger up at Regan. Valentino cries even more*

Crimson: *she sees Jack staggering somewhat* Hey Jack where have you been… *Crimson sees him just about to open his mouth to speak when she butts in* you know what pretend I never asked that question. *She backs away a bit so she can’t smell his breath* I can smell what you’ve been doing… anyways who cares… I have your ship *Crimson points over at the Corpse Bride*  and the captives, oh and my dearest brother. I believe the ship is fully stocked with all the supplies you will need.

Jack *haughtily*  Madame, my activities were no secret to you nor anyone else within .. *frowns* smell-shot.  *he looks at the ship*  So, all’s in readiness, is it?  Very well.  *he looks her over, grins*  Are you quite certain you won’t be joining us?  Once the business is sorted, there’ll be plenty of time for pleasure.  And mark my words, pleasure at sea is most … pleasurable.  *winks*

Crimson: *smiles* Sadly the answer is still no but I am sure the whore *coughs* the captive will be to your liking. And if you ask it nicely, it will give you anything you desire. I am sorry to disappoint you Jack but I am sure she'll be more to your liking. Now, your chariot ... I mean ship awaits you *She steps to side to let him pass*

Jack *passes by her, keeping his eyes fixed on her suspiciously, then heads for the Corpse Bride, muttering to himself*  Comely wench, but her manner of speech is vexing, to say the least.  *he boards the ship, sees Regan standing on the main deck, somewhat at attention*  Ah!  You must be the comely wench’s brother.  Good man.  *looks around, calls out in a commanding voice*  Weigh anchor!  All hands!  …. *he looks at Regan, remembers that he’s his only crew member*  Errr … all hand!  Prepare to make sail!  *Regan rushes off to see to it; Jack approaches the wheel, blinks as he sees something hanging from it by a strap.  He pulls up a rectangular leather holster, and his eyes widen as he sees it contains a bottle.  He pulls out the bottle, opens it, sniffs, grins*  ‘Fully stocked, with all the supplies I’ll need.’  So it bloody is, milady.  *he tips the bottle, takes a long, appreciative drink*

*Meanwhile, at Chez Roux:*

Alphonse *standing at the window of his room, gazing out at the water as he sips a cup of coffee, is about to turn away when he stops as he sees something familiar*  Wh-what the … *his mouth drops open and he nearly spills the coffee as he sees his ship gliding away from the harbor*  M-my ship!  THAT’S MY SHIP!!  *he yells out the window*  STOP, THIEF!!  *he starts to bolt from the window, then realizes the ship will be too far away before he can get down to the dock.  He groans, sinks into a chair next to the window, brings a hand up, covers his eyes*