TC ep 247 Script

247

reamer’s phone lights up with a new message in the middle of the night from lars, it reads: The Dole have a present for you. Reamer continues to sleep. 

Del/Rhaast/Lars in room.

Del: y-yo-u- (spiralling, knees collapsing)

rhaast: (moves Del behind him, other hand pulling out phone) stay where you are, don’t take another fucking step.

lars: my, my, so hostile. so unnecessary. I’m just here to chat with my old roommate. 

d: w-why -

l: why am i here? …or why did i choose you for my little experiments? It was an easy choice, really. I needed someone I had access to…and someone who no one cared enough about to notice any changes in their behavior. You were the perfect test subject, and helped me perfect this. (holds up green pill)

r: (on phone) The Roost room 312, send Guards, the terrorist has returned -

L: (smiles) don’t worry del, this one’s not for you. Do you want to hear something interesting? the batches you were trialled with were very primitive, the early stages really, and when administered to another subject, only lasted a few hours on average. Whatever lasting effects you’re experiencing are entirely your own doing. 

R: shut the fuck up, Del don’t listen to -

L: I was so tired of listening to your inconsequential complaining about your insignificant life, it was so refreshing to listen to your incoherent ramblings instead, as you drove yourself further into whatever madness you chose. that really was the best part.

r: del, you -

L: it is thanks to you that I finished this, however. Now I can finally use it for its intended purpose.

they all look to see shadows approaching out the window, blue glow of guns.

l: it was fun, del. don’t forget me, as I forget you. (swallows pill)

R: GET DOW -

tackles del to the floor as the windows are shot out, glass flying everywhere. 

guard: ON THE GROUND NOW, HANDS BEHIND YOUR HEAD. (silence as dust clears) HANDS BEHIND YOUR HEAD (silence) HANDS -

a creepy chuckle emerges, it turns into full-blown laughter, unnerving everyone.

Guard: (to guards) apprehend him. now.

guards rush in, tackle lars inches from del’s face. he laughs maniacally, eyes unfocussed. they secure him and fly him off, laughing the whole way. 

guards talking: what was wrong with that kid?? he almost seemed…insane. (to rhaast) get that one to hospital, he doesn’t look so good.

D: (fading into unconsciousness) no…hospital. no more…

r: don’t worry, kid. I know where to take you. 

reamer and reik walking towards dole temple.

Reik: i can’t be seen ‘round here man, I’ll get plucked -

reamer: you’re with me, now shut it and wait here until im done.

reik: (looking around) you can’t be ser -

reamer walks in, closing door on reik. doves watch as he walks down aisle. altimeter approaches.

A: Commissioner, I’ve been told to expect you. This way.

leads him to office. 

R: none of your children on display today?

A: they are shy around guests, i am afraid.

r: shy, right.

go in office. 

r: what did he leave with you for me.

A: …it is rude to receive a gift without reciprocating, do you not agree?

r: (smiles bitterly) i could never forget your penchant for reciprocity, Altimeter. it must be important if he left it with you of all people.

A; perhaps he felt as though you had something equally important I would be interested in.

R: indeed, i have been saving this particular titbit for such an occasion. 

A: (smiles) here. this arrived last night. (hands envelope. reamer tucks in jacket pocket). it was interesting, seeing you and that Osprey at the Director’s house.

R: was it interesting?

A: oh, yes.

R: (turns to go) those…children of yours. you’re missing a few, are you not?

A: (eyes narrow) out with it.

R: I know where they go.

reamer exits building to hear reik on the phone in an alley.

reik: it’s crazy ain’t it?? and im gonna use the rich ponce just like those flea-bitten vultures used the psycho Brakindale kid - (sees reamer approaching) oh - hey boss (hangs up) y’hear the news? that terrorist from that school of yours was caught - the one that poisoned your friend?

r: (grabs phone) what - 

Reik: they’re sayin’ he’s gone insane, laughing the entire time he was dragged off in handcuffs, won’t say where to though - says your Brakindale friend was there at the time -

r: you’re dismissed for the day, i need to go to Del

reik: good luck with that

r: what do you mean

reik: Brakindale’s missing. no one’s heard from ‘im since. (walks off, hands behind head casually.)

 reamer left in alley. pulls out envelope and takes out newspaper clipping. Its the newspaper Tiraa saw in Lars’s lab, with the picture of Reamer’s dad and Ky’s mom going into a council meeting. The text below the picture reads: Councilor Imperius and Cardinal Imperius enter the Council Chamber to begin deliberation on the trial of -)

r: …father…