The Victorious and the Relentless

Episode 29: “Lies of Omission”

Nickelback’s “Far Away” (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pfd6ZBDH9A4) opens this episode as Callum rushes through the international terminal at LAX in search of the correct gate according to the ticket in his possession. He had argued with the airline representative to purchase it at the last minute, and then going through security had taken a lifetime. He knew he didn’t have much time left but had to get on that plane. I can’t let it end like this between us. We have too much history for me to throw it all away over a misunderstanding.

He pushed past a family, the mother of which cursed him in some foreign tongue for knocking over their luggage. His lungs were nearly out of breath, and he felt sure the airport security would soon be after him, for he looked like someone in evasion of the law. He made it to the gate just as the door to the passageway was closed. He was too late! Talon was on that plane with Tristan, heading to Italy. If only I had paid attention to my heart, paid attention to my instincts… dare I say it, if only I had apologized!

He couldn’t hold back his emotion. The tears flowed from his eyes as he fell back into the nearest chair, his head falling into his cupped hands. He soon heard a woman’s voice.

Woman: Excuse me, Sir.

Callum: Piss off!

Woman: Whatever, you jerk! I was only bringing you this. (throwing him a written note)

Callum: I didn’t ask for this. You—

Woman: He (pointing to guy over in the corner) wanted me to.

Callum looked up and saw Talon. He quickly rose and rushed over to him.

Callum (hugging him): Talon.

Talon: Why are you here?

Callum: I came for you. I thought you were on that flight.

Talon (looking into Callum’s eyes): I-I couldn’t do it. I-I (suddenly feeling Callum’s lips upon his)

Callum: I love you. I’ve just been such an idiot. I never should have said all those spiteful things to you.

Talon: I couldn’t leave you, either. It was foolish of me to think I could blot you out my life.

Callum: Where’s Tristan?

Talon: He got on the plane. I imagine he’s on the tarmac, flirting with some bloke seated next to him. (suddenly taking notice of Callum) But what about you? You look as if you’ve just run a marathon.

Callum: I’ve been through hell.

Talon: You do know you simply could have ringed me.

Callum: I-I wasn’t thinking. My only goal was to see you.

Talon: Well, I’m here.

Callum: I’ve been foolish. I—to hell with the explanations!

He embraces Talon, pulling his head forward so they could kiss again, the contact one of passion—of two spirits at last coming together in genuine affection. Talon allowed his lips to be tenderly sucked and pulled on by Callum’s mouth before he gently pulled himself away.

Talon: I don’t think this is the right place for our reunion. I’m sure these people aren’t accustomed to seeing two blokes kissing.

Callum (disconsolately): Do you think I bloody care what they think? I’d make love to you right now if I could.

Talon (pulling Callum to him): Will you be quiet? That little girl over there is looking at us.

Callum (taking a quick peek at their spectator): Her? She’ll be someone’s fag hag someday. She might as well know what her mates do when she’s—(feeling Talon jerk him away)

Talon did allow them to hold hands as they went to the airport exit. Callum pulled out his phone, dialed a number, and within seconds his Jaguar was pulled to the curb, Enid at the wheel.

Talon (dumbfounded): You left her behind the wheel? Callum, she doesn’t even have a license!

Enid (looking at them holding hands): So did you two kiss and make up?

Callum (dictatorially): Get in the back.

Enid: I thought perhaps you two could do that, and I’d chauffeur whilst you—(winking)

Talon (opening the door): Not a chance! Besides, we already had an audience for our reunion.

Enid giddily moved to the back seat as Talon took the driver’s seat and Callum the passenger’s seat. She saw Talon reach his hand over to take Callum’s. The car soon drove out the maze that was LAX Airport.

Enid: So what now?

Callum: We’re going home.

Enid: And then?

Callum: And I reckon we’ll talk about the future. We’re all returning to England. (seeing Enid’s reaction) Not a word out of you! (to Talon) Have you heard the latest? She wishes to attend university here.

Talon: I know. I suggested it to her.

Callum (snatching his hand from Talon’s grasp): You what?

Talon: My nephew Iain is going to USC. He seems to like it there. Besides, it would save her a fortune to live at home with her family. Those residence halls are rather expensive. (taking back Callum’s hand and kissing it in the process)

Callum: What? So we’d be one happy family living all under the same roof?

Talon: Actually, I had my eye on this larger estate in Beverly Hills. (now being playfully hit by Callum as Enid warns Talon to watch the wheel as they are driving in deadly LA traffic)

MALIBU CLIFF, SAME TIME

Heath was just about to throw himself over the edge when he heard someone shouting his name. He turned around to see that it was Bralen, who was rushing up to him.

Heath (putting out his hands): Stay back, Bralen!

Bralen: Heath, don’t do it.

Heath: Why not? I’ve messed up your life.

Bralen: That’s no reason to take your own. Come here.

Heath (moving closer to the edge): No. (tears coming into his eyes) I only cause trouble.

Bralen: Heath, listen to me. This is not the way.

Heath: I’m so sorry. I never meant for any of this happen. I can’t forgive myself for it.

Bralen (thinking of anything to calm him down): But I forgive you, Heath. (cautiously approaching him)

Heath: You do?

Bralen: Please don’t do this to yourself.

Heath (breaking down): I’m so scared.

Bralen (rushes to him, grasping and pulling him from the edge): It’s okay.

Heath (his weight pulling them both down to the ground): I don’t want to hurt anyone anymore. (crying into Bralen’s chest)

Bralen (cradling Heath’s head and feeling the warmth of Heath’s tears seeping through his shirt): It’s okay, Heath.

Heath (looking up): Help me, Bralen. I don’t know what to do anymore.

Bralen (helping him up): Come on.

Heath (runny-nosed now): Please.

Bralen (guiding him to the car): I promise I’ll help you.

RODRIGO’S APARTMENT, HOLLYWOOD

Rodrigo (trying to pry Brendon’s hands from his neck): What the fuck is wrong with you?

Brendon (relaxing his grip): You’re the one responsible for all that shit being written about me.

Rodrigo: What are you talking about?

Brendon: Brendon Roberts. Name ring a bell?

Rodrigo: Let go of me! (grasping onto Brendon and successfully pushing him away) Whatever’s printed is the truth, and judging from your reaction—

Brendon (pointing a finger at him): You’re going to print a retraction.

Rodrigo: I could sue you for assault, attacking me like this.

Brendon: Why are you doing this? (his vision suddenly falling onto a pile of books, the author’s name burning into his mind) He put you up to this! (aggressively rushing up to Rodrigo but is struck down by Rodrigo’s fist)

Rodrigo: You better get the hell out of my place!

Brendon (rising from the floor): You’re working for Callum. Well, you and that bastard won’t get away with this. I’ll see to that.

Rodrigo: And you better watch your back!

Brendon: Or what? You’ll call your gang from South Central. (approaching him) Listen, Punk, you don’t want me as your enemy. You’re going to stop spreading this trash. (wiping his nose and turning to leave the apartment, Rodrigo angrily looking at his retreating figure, murder in his eyes)

ALLISON AND CHLOE’S HOME, LOS FELIZ, SAME TIME

Chloe had risen from the coffee table and went into the other room. Allison was standing before Nathan, beckoning for him to come into the house. He exchanged greetings with her, and Chloe immediately noticed the despondent look on his face.

Chloe: Is everything all right, Nathan?

Nathan (entering): Not exactly. Have you been reading the news—or what passes for news these days?

Allison (closing the door behind him): Is this about Justin? Has he—

Nathan: It’s Brendon this time. I guess neither of you have read the Hollycove Tribune.

Allison: I’ve heard some gossip at the hospital, but I never believe anything they say.

Chloe (looking from one to the other): Will someone please tell me because I’m completely in the dark?

Nathan: Brendon is supposedly running a high-end Hollywood prostitution ring.

Allison: You don’t believe that, Nathan?

Chloe: There’s no way he could—(noticing Allison as she guides him out the room)

Nathan (walking into the kitchen): I don’t know what to believe.

Allison (going to make him a cup of coffee): Has he given you any reason to doubt him?

Chloe (coming into the kitchen): Other than when he sided with his nephew.

Allison (handing him the cup): Thank goodness those charges were dropped.

Chloe: But this is just tabloid drivel. You can’t believe everything you read.

Nathan: I think he may have known the woman who killed Peyton.

Chloe: What?

Allison (suddenly becoming concerned): Chloe, would you get that—

Chloe: Don’t send me on some errand just because you think I’ll burst into tears every time you mention Peyton.

Nathan (sensing tension): You know I shouldn’t have come here.

Allison (putting her hand on his shoulder): No, Nathan, you’re always welcome here.

Chloe (looking at the gesture): I’ll make myself scarce and go for a walk.

Allison: Chloe, don’t.

Chloe (raising her hand): No, it’s fine. Nathan came to speak with you. I’ll just be in the way. (kisses her)

Allison (worried expression on her face): Are you sure?

Nathan: I can leave. I didn’t mean to interrupt your morning.

Chloe (to Nathan): It’s okay. I need some fresh air.

Allison: Just be back before we leave for Venice.

Nathan (once he hears the door close): I forgot about that board meeting. I’m not sure I have the energy to go.

Allison: Don’t worry about it. I’m still vice-president, and I plan on being there. Austin has got his hooks into Mike Kirkland, who’s hosting the meeting at his home in Venice.

Nathan: They both want to break with tradition and move the running locations from Santa Monica to Venice and Silver Lake to Echo Park.

Allison: I’ll put up a good fight against them, but I’m more concerned about you. I can see this baloney about Brendon is really hitting you hard.

Nathan: That’s an understatement. If this is true, it could be the end of my relationship with Brendon. I can’t be lied to again.

Allison: Nathan, you and Brendon have been together for over 12 years. That’s a long time to know somebody. There’s no way he could have kept a secret of this magnitude from you.

Except you don’t know about the one secret he kept from me for over 12 years… that he was really father to his nephew. So you can be with someone for a long time without really knowing them. I just can’t believe that Brendon would do something like this, especially if he personally knew the woman responsible for the attacks on us both. His thoughts were interrupted when he felt Allison’s warm hand close over his on the tabletop. He looked up into her eyes, immediately reading the concern in them. She’s really a wonderful person, so protective and loving. I couldn’t ask for a better friend.

Nathan: Don’t worry about me. I’m fine.

Allison: Are you? (pause) You keep forgetting that I can read you like a book.

Nathan: I thought all the lies were behind us. Brendon and I have been through so much.

Allison: Do you love him?

Nathan (taken aback): What sort of question is that? Of course I—(looking at her smiling face)

Allison: That’s what I thought. You love him, and when you love someone, you don’t give up on them.

Nathan: Where would I be without you?

Allison: Probably imprisoned somewhere on Fire Island.

Nathan (laughing): You know you’re incredible. I don’t know how you put up with me, always coming to you with my problems as if you don’t have enough of your own. I know Chloe is still under a lot of stress from everything these past weeks.

Allison: I’m thinking of taking her on a vacation. Hopefully getting away will help her nerves.

Nathan: She’s really lucky to have you.

Allison: Thanks, but I’m just happy to have someone who loves me like I know Brendon loves you.

Nathan: So you think I’m overreacting to this?

Allison: I’d bet my life on it. There’s no way he could do any of what they’re claiming. After all, this is a tabloid reporting this.

Nathan (hesitantly): I just don’t—

Allison (assertively): Look at me, Nathan. You know Brendon feels bad for siding with Justin, and he would never do anything to hurt you. He’s too much of an upstanding man. Don’t make me knock sense into you.

Nathan: Okay. No lesbian threats.

Allison (laughing): I always had a way of making you do what I said.

Nathan (rising from table): Thanks again, Allison, for making me see straight. (gestures to give her a friendly kiss but she pulls back) I-I’m sorry.

Allison: I-I’ll see you out.

Nathan (awkwardly ushered out the door): Thanks, Allison.

Allison: No problem. (closing the door and exhaling as she realized in that split second that there was indeed a problem)

ESTRELLA’S HOME, BEVERLY HILLS, THIRTY MINUTES LATER

Chloe had left home, feeling jilted by Allison and Nathan, her self-worth seemingly under attack. Why does she always do that? It was supposed to be our day together. As soon as he comes into the picture, I’m expected to play second fiddle. It felt like she couldn’t wait to get me out… so worried that she’ll say something to unnerve me. I’m not some fragile child. In spite of these thoughts, Chloe got into her car and drove around the neighborhood until she suddenly found herself driving down Santa Monica Boulevard and eventually entering the city of Beverly Hills. She turned onto a residential street and soon parked the car across the street from a charming, modern home which Chloe knew all too well. It seemed lately it had become the destination where she went in times of distress.

Sixpence None the Richer’s “There She Goes” plays as Estrella leaves her house, wearing a loose white frock that only emphasized the darkness of her hair and olive complexion. Her long legs supported her lithe, beautiful frame, and a Louis Vuitton handbag completed the model image as she crossed to her car, opening the door and getting inside. Chloe could only stare in amazement at the sheer beauty of the woman. She could even see from her distance that there was something amiss in Estrella’s body language. What’s burdening her? Chloe waited patiently for the car to start, but it never did. Why is she just sitting in it? Chloe hesitated to check on her, thinking perhaps she was putting on her signature red lipstick. Several more minutes passed with nothing happening. Then Estrella opened the car door, got out, ran her fingers through her hair as the sunlight fell on her gorgeous figure. She was talking to someone on her cell phone. She sat on the steps outside the house and appeared to start crying. It was at this moment that Chloe got out her car and came over to her, surprising the woman who looked up to her with tears in her eyes.

Chloe: Is everything all right?

Estrella (wiping her eyes): Yes, I’m fine. (rising) What are you doing here?

Chloe: I was just in the neighborhood.

Estrella: I’m really sorry about yesterday. I had to leave for something important.

Chloe (gesturing to the cell phone): Was that what the phone call was about?

Estrella (shaking her head): No, it’s entirely different but just as important.

Chloe: You were crying. Is this about your health?

Estrella: Excuse me!

Chloe: I-I just assumed it was since you were at the doctor’s office yesterday and seemed very uneasy.

Estrella: That was because of Callum.

Chloe: I’m so sorry you had to—

Estrella: It’s fine. You’re not responsible for the things coming out his mouth.

Chloe: I didn’t take his son.

Estrella (reactively looking around): Are you—

Chloe: And I don’t blame you for helping me.

Estrella (taking Chloe’s arm): Let’s go inside.

Oh no! She’s back to talking about the kidnapping. The last thing I need is for Callum to overhear any of what we’re talking about. At least she’s admitting it’s his son and not hers. It’s imperative I debrief with her and find out everything she’s thinking. This could be a trap. They went inside where Estrella offered her a drink, Chloe simply opting for water. They calmly spoke for an hour which soon carried over into another, Chloe soon ignoring her cell when Allison began ringing it.

AUSTIN AND DRAKE’S HOME, WEST HOLLYWOOD

Drake had just ended his phone conversation with Priscilla, slipped on his shoes, grabbed his car keys, and was about to head out his bedroom when he heard voices. Austin had company, he and Jeremy Dodd were sitting in front of the computer.

Drake: What’s going on?

Jeremy: Good morning, Drake. Austin was just showing me this Facebyte.

Austin (correcting him): It’s Facebook, Jeremy. (to Drake) I was showing him the Los Angeles Outrunners group I made. I was telling him that Facebook is all the rage right now, and I think it will be a useful recruiting tool for new members.

Jeremy: It’s really quite amazing. We had nothing like this in my day.

Drake (smiling): So you came over for a tutorial on Facebook?

Jeremy: Actually, I came over to tell Austin that the S.S. Camaraderie is on board for the fundraiser. I spoke with Callum about a celebrity from the film, and he seems cooperative.

Drake (scoffing): I’d rather go through the agent than use Callum’s pull. (moving toward door) Anyway, Jeremy, enjoy Facebook. It’s quite addictive.

Austin: Where are you going, Babe?

Drake: I was going to a friend’s.

Austin (coming over to him and kissing him): Could you postpone it? I really need your help in the kitchen.

Drake: What?

Austin: I’m doing the meal for the Board meeting over at Mike Kirkland’s.

Drake (sighing): And you want me to prepare it.

Austin (looking at him with puppy eyes): Would you? (getting the affirmative nod and kissing him)

Drake: What’s on the menu?

Austin (handing him a sheet of paper): There you go! You should get to the market, Babe. I know it’ll take some time to cook—

Drake (shouting): Poached salmon! Jasmine rice, caramelized onions, sautéed snap peas, and homemade sorbet! Jesus, Austin! Are we cooking for the President of the USA?

Austin (kissing him): That’s a good one, Babe. Be a doll and have it done by four.

Drake (sighing and reluctantly putting aside his earlier plans): All right.

SHADY PALMS REHABILITATION CENTER, MALIBU, CALIFORNIA

Heath and Bralen sat quietly in front of the desk of the administrator of Shady Palms, an exclusive rehabilitation center in Malibu. Once he had got into the car with Bralen, Heath had given himself over to another fierce bout of crying to which Bralen had offered his shoulder.

Heath: I don’t want to hurt anyone anymore. Please help me.

Bralen: If I do, you have to promise me you’ll do everything to get better.

That had been around half an hour ago. When they had pulled into the drive of the center, Heath felt a wash of anxiety come over him as he knew the place was the choice of numerous Hollywood celebrities who came for various disorders. Bralen calmed him down, and they went inside for him to register. Heath had spoken with a nurse, divulging much about what had driven him to come there, the woman’s eyebrows slightly rising at the reference to a suicide attempt less than an hour ago. The director of the facility presently sat in front of them, reviewing Heath’s case.

Administrator: Mr. Alcott, you’ve indicated that you wish not to have any contact with the outside whatsoever… no telephone, email, etc.

Heath: I don’t want to hurt anyone or—

Administrator: Yourself.

Heath: I-I know that was wrong. (crying) I just wanted a quick way out. If it wasn’t for—(turning to Bralen) my friend, I-I wouldn’t be here. I’m just scared that I may try something again. (breaking down) I’ve been such an awful person.

Bralen (taking his hand): Heath, they’re going to help you. I was once here during college when I was battling serious depression. The therapists here helped me find my way, and I thank them for leading me in the right direction.

Administrator (looking at forms): Now, Mr. Alcott, you didn’t indicate someone to contact in case of an emergency.

Heath: I don’t—

Bralen (cutting him off): What about Kyle?

Heath (adamantly): I don’t want him to know, and that’s it! Besides you, I don’t want anyone to know about me. I only cause trouble in their lives.

Bralen offered his contact information, and Heath was further briefed on the policies of the center. Bralen soon took his leave, the last image he saw was of Heath being led down the hallway, a look of apprehension on his face.

CALLUM’S HOME, HOLLYCOVE ESTATES

Callum, Talon, and Enid all arrived home safely two hours after leaving the airport, stopping at a diner in Hollywood as Enid complained of hunger. They had been there thirty minutes when she gave an exclamation.

Enid: Ugh! What is it about this country and their inability to make good tea?

Talon: Love, we’re not at some 5-star establishment.

Enid (holding up teabag): I’m not even certain about this gnat’s piss.

When the food was laid before them, Enid tore into hers with an uncomely voracity that immediately drew Callum’s attention.

Callum: I shouldn’t have to give you a lesson on etiquette.

Enid: I’m sensing a “but” coming…

Callum: But perhaps you could use some reserve.

Enid: Like you and Talon are (looking between them to see them holding hands). I’ll graciously give you two some time alone once we’re home.

Callum: I reckon you’ll be too busy with Edward.

Enid (finishing her meal): How’s my little nephew?

Callum: I’m thinking you can give Inga a break today and look after him.

Enid: What?

Callum: You haven’t anything else to do… or is there something else you have planned? (vehemently raising his hands) Another overdose perhaps?

Talon (placing his hand onto Callum’s): Let’s not get into this here.

Callum: Did you just see her eat her meal like it was the last she was ever going to have? I think the table itself was next on her menu. She’s clearly hungry from all the marijuana she’s been smoking along with all the other drugs she’s been abusing.

Enid: It’s just recreational. (to Talon) And you promised me you would keep this between us.

Callum: Don’t you dare attack him like that. Talon’s an honorable gentleman who would never keep something so important from me. He’s not that kind of person, especially if what he knew would upset me.

Talon’s face furrowed into an expression of concern. Enid caught a look of it prior to his signaling for the bill, which he paid, and twenty minutes later saw them arriving at the mansion. Callum was feverishly kissing Talon as they went into his bedroom, but even Callum soon saw that there was something pressing on Talon’s mind, for he was not getting excited when Callum titillated a familiar pleasure spot on his neck.

Callum (pulling away): What’s wrong?

Talon: I don’t want there to be any secrets between us. There’s something I need to tell you.

Callum (kissing his neck while his fingers unzip Talon’s trousers): Can it wait another hour?

Talon (pulling away): No, it’s very important.

Callum: There’s actually something I should tell you about what really brought me here to America. You’re absolutely right there shouldn’t be anything between us. I love you, and what I’m about to tell you will deeply unsettle you.

Talon: I know about Nathan, the other man in your life (seeing Callum’s face blanch before his eyes).

Callum: Y-You do?

Talon: Tristan told me about him last night. (realizing his error)

Callum: How dare you mention that bastard’s name! I still can’t believe you slept with him.

Talon: Look it was a one-off. You know that. I love only you. (seeing a visibly shaken Callum collapse onto the bed) What’s wrong?

Callum: You’re not going to tell Eleanor about him?

Talon: Why would I tell her about Tristan?

Callum (wiping away tears): I was talking about Nathan.

Talon: Why would I do that? I reckon she’d be delighted that you’ve moved on. I don’t know anything about this man. I’ve never met or seen him, although I’m sure he must be a handsome catch. Too bad he’s lost you to me.

Callum (taking a deep sigh at this calming information): There goes that Prescott cockiness.

Talon (seductively coming over to kiss him): You added two unnecessary syllables. (climbing on top of Callum in bed, kissing him as Callum feels Talon’s hard erection)

Callum: I take it you’re postponing your announcement until later.

Talon (suddenly realizing it): You know I love you very much. (pause) I pray to God you’ll forgive me for making a very foolish mistake in the name of love.

Callum: What is it?

Talon: I didn’t exactly come here of my own will. It took some feminine persuasion.

Callum (looking into Talon’s eyes): I know. Enid told me she coaxed you.

Talon: I love you too much to keep up this charade. Enid didn’t exactly convince me. It was—(pausing to sigh) It was someone else who urgently wanted me to come here.

Callum: You’re starting to worry me. You look under a lot—

Talon (blurting out): It was Allison.

Callum: Pardon me?

Talon: Allison convinced me to come here to win you back.

Callum (swallowing the lump in his throat, jerking away from Talon): Allison? (growing angry) You had better be referring to our mutual friend, Allison Goldfrapp.

Talon (rising from bed): I’m afraid not. It was Allison Tr—

Callum: No! You wouldn’t do such—(a glimmer of a tear in his eye)

Talon: She was in London. She said you were lonely.

Callum: She played on your affections, and you were foolish enough to let her.

Talon (reaching for him): Please understand. I needed to be with you. I never—

Callum (jerking away): Wanted me to know how low you had sunk. I’m so glad you told me before you had me as your conquest.

Talon: It’s not like that, Callum.

Callum: Then how the bloody hell is it? You’ve been living in my house, bearing witness to how that woman has treated me. For heaven’s sake, you saw her attack me on the beach, and I told you she pushed me into Peyton’s grave. All this time you remained quiet about your little arrangement with her!

Talon (reaching for him): Please, Callum, let me explain.

Callum (once more jerking away): Don’t you ever touch me. (loudly) How am I supposed to trust you after everything you’ve done? You stalked Gavin and me, you slept with Tristan, and now you tell me you made a pact with my sworn enemy.

Talon: I know it seems I betrayed you, but I do love you. You know that, don’t you?

Callum (moving to the door): Yes, I know. I just can’t bring myself to return the emotion.

Talon (coming to him, his hand presses against the door to prevent it opening): I know you love me.

Callum: And that’s the only thing keeping me from ripping you limb from limb. (forcefully removing Talon’s hands from door) I can’t say I’ll practice the same reserve for someone else. (exiting)

Talon (shouting down the hallway to Callum’s retreating figure): Come back. Where are you going?

Talon already knew the answer.

LAOR SECRETARY MIKE KIRKLAND’S HOME, VENICE BEACH HISTORIC CANAL DISTRICT

Los Angeles Outrunners Secretary Michael Kirkland lived in the historic Venice Beach Canal District, a region of the bohemian city noted for its man-made canals reminiscent of those in the legendary Italian city. His home situated on one of the main canals, he often volunteered it as a locale for Board meetings during the spring and summer months. On this particular evening, his boss and buddy Austin Monroe provided the meal for the occasion with half the Board consuming it—and the other merely picking over it—much to the disappointment of Drake, who had slaved tirelessly preparing it.

The meeting itself was humdrum as usual, but matters soon kicked into high gear when a trial run in Echo Park was approved against Allison’s wishes. Austin assured her that as it was a “trial,” it was not written in stone and may not ultimately underscore her fear that such a move would divide the club. The evening further took on greater excitement at meeting’s end when all present Board members were filing out the front door—which faced the main canal—onto the sidewalk whereupon they saw Callum storming around the corner. Drake immediately jumped to action, confronting him.

Drake: This meeting is for Board members only.

Callum: You’re not on the Board. (pushing past him) Besides, I came here to speak with Allison.

Allison (coming onto the sidewalk): What do you want?

Callum (aggressively coming to her): I came to express my gratitude.

Allison: For what?

Callum: Reuniting me with my loved ones, Enid and Talon. If it weren’t for your quack medical expertise, I may have lost my sister, and as for Talon, well, he never would have come back into my life had you not persuaded him.

Allison (realizing his knowledge of her scheme): I see. Well, I’m happy that all worked out for you. (gesturing to move away) If that’s all…

Callum: No, it isn’t. I wanted to return the favor.

Allison: Excuse me?

Callum (pulling out a folded piece of paper): Since you reunited me with my loved ones, I desired to do likewise for you. (handing her the paper)

Allison (taking it): What’s this? (unfolding it to reveal a notice reading LOST DOG with an image of a scabby mutt and the number to call the family in search of it) Very funny! (crumbling it and throwing it at him)

Callum: I was only being helpful. I’m sure your family has searched every kennel in the city. If I were you, I would come forth to accept your inheritance.

Drake (butting in): What are you talking about?

Callum (to Allison): Didn’t your last owner, Leona Helmsley, leave you a sizable trust? It was in all the news coverage.

Allison: Go home, Callum!

Callum: You shouldn’t talk to me like I’m a child, although children are more perceptive of matters which adults tend to neglect.

Allison (patronizingly): Is that so?

Callum: Yes, like the fact you’re living with a psychopathic child-abductor. Where is she by the way?

Allison: None of your damn business! You just stay the hell away from her.

Callum: You really shouldn’t be worried about me. It’s Estrella that should be your concern. Now that she’s gone muff-diving and had a taste of Chloe’s minge, I’m sure her wanton mouth is watering for more. Why, if I hadn’t caught them yesterday in the hospital café shortly before your rude entrance, I imagine they would’ve been at it on the tabletop.

Drake: You’re one sick bastard, Callum.

Allison: Thanks, Drake. You took the words right out my mouth.

Callum: It’s the truth. I’m surprised you don’t have your bitch on a leash. There’s this slang expression I heard the other day: “bros before hos,” but in Chloe’s case, I’m sure it would be “hos before crows.” She’s probably with Estrella as we speak.

Allison: You just stay away from her.

Callum (getting in her face): And you stay the hell away from my family. If you ever again interfere with anyone close to me, I’ll kill you myself.

Allison: You don’t scare me, Little Boy.

Callum: Is that the best comeback you’ve got? You’ve really lost your zest, but then again you literally are a “sourpuss.” Now that I think of it, perhaps that’s exactly why Chloe’s jumped ship for sweeter pastures. Maybe next time you could try sprinkling some sugar on it. Even I would have a modicum of compassion for Chloe’s taste buds.

Prodigy’s “Firestarter” begins playing as Callum’s right cheek once more felt the familiar sting of Allison’s hand as she dealt him a fierce slap that sent him back a few feet. His hand reactively went to his aching jaw as his eyes filled with the look of murder. He charged for her, knocking her off balance as their bodies slammed against the wooden railing, the force proving too much for it as both their bodies consequentially toppled over it and into the canal. The sound of splashing water was heard as Allison fell headfirst into the murky depths, Callum landing next to her, immediately preventing her from rising. His hands gripped into her hair, yanking on it as her hands latched around his neck. Each struggled for control until she kneed him in the groin, his hands releasing her in tandem with his brief cry of pain.

She began to trudge back to the ladder that would carry her to the sidewalk. Her back to Callum, she hadn’t seen him readying for another round. Everyone else had run to the railing’s edge, beholding the spectacle before them and doing little to quell the battle. It was Drake who at last broke the silence.

Drake: Allison, watch out!

Callum had seized an oar from one of the little boats floating in the water. Weapon in hand, he moved toward Allison, and struck her bottom with it, knocking her back into the water.

Callum (hopping onto her fallen body): You’re not going anywhere!

Allison (coughing up water): Get off me!

Their bodies fell backwards with the force of Callum’s charge. His fingers once more interlaced with the strands of her hair, and he attempted to dunk her head beneath the water’s surface. The dirty water got into her mouth, which she continued coughing up and spitting out each time Callum’s raised her head from it, her hands flailing in an attempt to free herself from him.

Drake (shouting to Austin and LAOR bystanders): Are you all just gonna watch and do nothing?

Austin (sotto voce): It would suit me just fine if they both drowned.

Drake then rushed to the ladder, climbed down it, and waded over to the warring bodies. Allison had managed to get one of her hands to task, clawing at Callum, her thumb feverishly attempting to gouge his eye, yet he still maintained visual control of the scuffle.

Drake (coming over to them): Leave her alone!

Callum: Back off!

Callum’s available hand issued a harsh strike against Drake’s face, knocking him backwards as his mouth issued a scream that would have awakened the dead. Drake fell into the water, finally prompting Austin to come to the rescue. Caught off guard by the spectacle and sound of Drake’s fall and feminine shriek, Callum didn’t see Allison’s hand as it likewise slapped him, the shock of which ultimately freed her from the rest of his mighty grasp. She motioned over to tend to a fallen Drake.

Callum: I’m not finished with you.

Allison (throwing him a punch that sends him back): I am with you. (going to over to Drake) Are you okay?

Callum had once more seized the oar and was about to crush it upon Allison’s head when Austin interfered, yanking it from Callum. When Callum attempted to rush for her weaponless, Austin’s brawny frame prevented him from making much distance.

Callum: Let go of me!

Austin (after Allison has picked up Drake): Thanks, Allison.

Allison: No problem.

Austin (turning to Callum): What the hell is wrong with you? This isn’t the fucking Jerry Springer show. I thought you were supposed to be some gentleman, being from England and all. (shouting) Don’t you know it’s wrong for a man to hit a woman?

Callum (freeing himself from Austin’s grasp): You’re absolutely right this time, Austin. (taking a deep breath to recompose himself, looking shamed by Austin’s words) It was wrong of me to strike a lady. (turning to Drake) Drake, I sincerely apologize for that.

Austin (angrily): You know damn well I meant Allison.

Callum (laughing): She hardly qualifies as a lady. She’s twice the man Drake can ever hope to be.

Allison: You’re a coldhearted bastard.

Callum: And I’m ready for round two whenever you are, Xena. You might want to stock up on Bralen’s juice next time. Consider this a warning, Allison. Meddle with me again, and next time I promise you—

Austin (grabbing his hand): I won’t forget what you did to Drake, you asshole.

Callum: I’m sure a good fuck will set him straight. Both he and Allison are clearly in needful search of cock… Drake—because yours is never available—and well, Allison, because she’s been in search of one since birth. (going over to Allison) I won’t forget about this… and I’ll make sure you don’t, either. (turns to leave, pulling a strand of seaweed from his hair and throwing it back at Allison)

Callum successfully climbed to the top of the ladder and moved toward the assembled group of LAOR spectators. As he was wet from head to toe, his face scarred and covered with mud, debris, and aquatic plants, they all made room for him as none wanted their clothing soiled. Only after he had turned the corner did they offer to help Drake, Austin, and Allison back onto the sidewalk.

PEYTON’S HOME, BEVERLY HILLS

Later in the evening, Priscilla rang Drake’s cell to let him know that she had found the DVD, but she caught him at a bad time. Apparently he had been struck by Callum and issued the curt demand for her to destroy the disc, saying that he completely trusted her. She took the DVD into the kitchen, pulled out the hammer, and was about to smash it when she had a sudden thirst for bourbon and went to pour herself a glass. She smashed the DVD after taking a quick sip when the doorbell suddenly rang. She went to open it, glass in hand, only to find Godfrey about to press the button again.

Priscilla: Godfrey! What a surprise! (gesturing for him to come inside) What brings you over?

Godfrey: I desired to see you. I hope I wasn’t too much of a bore last night.

Priscilla: Oh heavens no! You were a proper gentleman. I had a blast, even if I never understood a damn thing they were singing.

Godfrey: It’s more about the emotional experience of the music and spectacle.

Priscilla: Exactly. (brief pause) Where are my manners? Would you like a drink?

Godfrey (hesitantly): Y-Yes. What do you have?

Priscilla: This house is a cornucopia of booze. My son kept it well-stocked as part of his emergency kits in case of an earthquake.

Godfrey (laughing): I’ll have a scotch straight up.

Priscilla (smiling): My kind of man. (turning to go) Isn’t this ironic? I’m getting you the drinks.

Godfrey (laughing): If you’d rather I—

Priscilla: Oh no, you take a seat and make yourself at home.

She hurried into the kitchen, poured his drink, negligent of the mess she left on the countertop, instead opting to dwell on the spell she’s cast over Godrey. She went back into the living room, handing him the drink. it’s time to pump him for more information.

Priscilla: So how’s Callum?

Godfrey: I haven’t seen him today. He rose rather early.

Priscilla: And you decided to play hooky?

Godfrey: He gave me the day off as he knew I would be tired from our evening together.

Priscilla (winking): Hun, you haven’t been tired out yet.

Godfrey: You like to give the impression that you’re a minx, but I think you’re just a pussycat.

Priscilla: You want to test that theory? (pause) Pardon me. I imagine you’re not used to much sexual innuendo.

Godfrey: His Lordship was known to have a ribald sense of humor at times, although his mother Her Ladyship strictly forbade it.

Priscilla: I would never have pegged Callum’s mother as a disciplinarian.

Godfrey: Pardon me for the error. I was referring to Callum’s partner, Lord Gavin Armitage and his mother, Lady Eleanor Armitage. I’m sorry for the confusion.

Priscilla: That’s right. Last night you told me you started out working for his in-laws. So you’ve only known Callum a short time? Since he married into the family? (seeing Godfrey nod) That must have been different when he arrived on the scene.

Godfrey: I quickly became accustomed to him. It’s not my place to judge, but as he made Lord Armitage very happy. I soon took a liking to him, and I have yet to change my opinion.

Priscilla: Why? Because Lord-What’s-His-Name fell in love with him?

Godfrey: You make it sound rather one-sided. I can assure you they both loved each other, and Callum still does to this day.

Priscilla: I’m sure the inheritance had something to do with it.

Godfrey: That’s not what I meant. It appears that you and Lady Armitage share the similar views.

Priscilla (cutting him off): So she doesn’t approve of Callum?

Godfrey: As a son-in-law, no, but in her defense she’s very traditional-minded.

Priscilla (softening): Oh, I see.

Godfrey: It was very difficult for young Gavin to accept his sexuality, especially when his father Lord Armitage had such grand plans for him.

Priscilla: Such as?

Godfrey: Taking his seat in Parliament.

Priscilla (dramatically whistling): Whew! You Brits and your drama! (hearing the doorbell ring)

Godfrey (winking): I’ll get it. (rising and opening the door)

Brendon (surprised): I-Is Priscilla here?

Priscilla (hearing his voice): Brendon? Is that you? Come on in. (rising with his entrance and coming over to him) Brendon, I’m not sure if you’ve met Godfrey.

Brendon (putting out hand): No, I haven’t. (shaking his hand) Pleasure meeting you.

Priscilla: I see you haven’t been invited over to your neighbor’s for cocktails.

Brendon (puzzled): Why is that?

Godfrey: She’s alluding to my profession as—

Priscilla (cutting him off): He’s Callum’s butler.

Brendon (acidulously): What’s he doing here?

Priscilla (coming to him): Excuse us, Godfrey. (pushing Brendon out the room and into the kitchen) What’s got into you? He’s my guest.

Brendon: He’s probably spying for Callum off the clock.

Priscilla: What’s got you in a tizzy? Surely you’re getting some of Nathan, and that’s enough to put a smile on anyone’s face.

Brendon (smiling): You still haven’t lost your pizzazz. You should know I don’t trust Callum.

Priscilla: Yeah, but can you blame him for trying to get into your man’s pants while you were out of it? Hell, I’ve been trying to do that ever since I met Nathan.

Brendon (laughing): Except you haven’t had your hands all over him like Callum.

Priscilla: That boy does get around. First, Peyton and then Nathan. I gotta give him props for good taste in men.

Brendon: So why are you schmoozing with his butler?

Priscilla: It’s a long story, but know that I share in your distrust of Callum. Anyway, what brings you here? I’m guessing it’s not for a quickie with me.

Brendon (facetiously): If I could only have that honor. (putting his hands on her shoulders) I’ve been thinking a lot about Peyton, and I felt he would have wanted me to come check on you. See how you’re holding up.

Priscilla (caressing his right cheek): I’m fine.

Brendon: Is there anything I can help you with?

Priscilla: There are some boxes in the two guest rooms that need moving to the garage. I’m donating Peyton’s clothes to charity. (starts weeping) It’s hard for me to let go of him this way.

Brendon (cradling her head): I’ll go one step further and put the boxes in the car for you. (kissing the crown of her head)

Priscilla: That’s so sweet of you. I would sit and watch you move those muscles, but I’ve got company. I potentially have a new man interested in me (winking) and what’ve I’ve got.

*

The evocative sound and apropos lyrics of Chicane’s “No Ordinary Morning” closes out the episode over the following scenes:

Justin had come out his room to get something to eat, finding Brendon’s cell phone lying on the kitchen counter. He seized it and rushed outside to use it to dial his friends from Hollycove Prep. He didn’t know how to reach Enid. He was hoping that she would materialize from the ravine. He started pressing numbers on the cell when Nathan came outside, admonishing him that his father had ordered him to stay indoors. Seeing the phone, he took it from Justin, and in their struggle, Justin’s fingers must have hit the call log feature that showed the names of those who had been called, and the one that immediately caught Nathan’s attention was the name VITTORiA.

Nathan: Brendon left me a message saying that he caught you this morning trying to smoke in your room? (gesturing to phone) Were you trying to call her for more drugs? You should know she’s dead.

Justin: I know that, dickhead!

Nathan: Well, she won’t be your supplier anymore. How could you get involved with someone like that—

Justin (cutting him off): Why don’t you ask Brendon? She worked for him.

Nathan: That’s a bunch of bull.

Justin: Is it? Well, Brendon told me himself that she worked for him.

Nathan: I don’t believe you.

Justin: You don’t have to. That’s his phone, Asswipe. She’s part of his contacts.

Justin then simply walked away, leaving Nathan in a state of disbelief.

CALLUM’S HOME, HOLLYCOVE ESTATES, SAME TIME

Callum arrives home, mud all over his body and the inside of his car, his mind beleaguered with pressing thoughts about Talon’s duplicity as well as that of his own. He hated himself for the secret he harbored, the one which had driven him on this mission, the vow he had given his husband Lord Armitage. Gavin’s secret was tearing him apart inside, particularly as it was on the verge of being uncovered by those dearest to him. Would Talon ever forgive me if he were to find out? And how am I to forgive him for betraying me like this… colluding with Allison? He began crying but the tears did little to wash away the dirt that not only cloaked his body but also his judgment, heart, and soul.

ESTRELLA’S HOME, BEVERLY HILLS, SAME TIME

Mike Kirkland allowed Allison to use his shower to clean off the mud and filth from the canal. She borrowed some of his clothing, promising to return it. Even though she tried to erase Callum from her mind, it was the spiteful things which he said that had always hung in her mind long after he had left. She knew not to trust anything he said, but it was the remark he had made about Chloe and Estrella still seeing each other that had her presently on edge. She soon found herself driving through West Los Angeles, and ending up in Beverly Hills, turning onto the street where Estrella lived.

She had been trying to reach Chloe all day since Nathan had left their home earlier that morning. When it had come time for the Board meeting, Chloe had sent her a text message to say that she wouldn’t be able to make it there with her. As fate would have it, Allison just now saw Chloe coming out Estrella’s home, at once triggering angered tears from her eyes.

KYLE’S HOME, WEST HOLLYWOOD, SAME TIME

Bralen exhaled as he once more entered into Santa Monica later that afternoon, unconsciously making a left turn onto Santa Monica Boulevard. He kept driving as the wind whipped into his face and hair until he at last parked his car in the drive outside Kyle’s home. He was just getting outside his car when he saw Kyle bolting from the house at neck-breaking speed.

Bralen (rushing up to slow him): Hey, Kyle. What’s up?

Kyle (nervously): I can’t talk right now, Bralen.

Bralen: What’s wrong? (suddenly seeing Heath’s note clutched in Kyle’s hand)

Kyle (frantically): It’s Heath. I need to find him. (starting to break down) I-I think he may do something harmful to himself. (pleadingly looking at Bralen) Have you seen him?

It was at that moment Bralen’s mind began thinking that this was his prime opportunity to exact some form of retribution on Heath, the man responsible for the collapse of all his dreams. Heath did agree to not wanting any contact with the outside world, and for no one—especially Kyle—to know he was in rehab. Who am I to disabuse Kyle of what Heath has really done?

Bralen: No, Kyle, I haven’t seen him.

TO BE CONTINUED…