The Victorious and the Relentless

Episode 37: “Bereft and Begrudged”

Cast of New Characters (for this episode)

Samantha Lane Michener: mid-30’s, Midwestern conservative, average height and weight, brown hair and eyes, Drake’s ex-wife

Hole’s “Miss World” (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=miAZ8jErMDk ) opens this episode as Chloe sits in her car, crying herself into frenzy at the steering wheel. A pall of misery and rejection had descended upon her once her own personal high had dissipated. Estrella was not returning her calls, and the lone time she had been able to get her, she had the pathetic excuse about her current workload. Since moving out of Allison’s home, Chloe had stayed over at her sister’s in Brentwood.

She now thought she knew the horrid reason Estrella had been avoiding her. She had gone over to her house and saw Tristan pull his car into the drive and soon enter her home, Estrella giving him a great big hug before the door closed on them. Chloe waited outside for another hour until impatience overtook her and she went to the doorstep, hesitant to knock or ring the doorbell. Still desiring to know what was possibly going on between them, she stepped onto the grass, crossed over a few feet, and stole a quick glance through the window where her eyes took in the tableau of Estrella and Tristan on the couch, her hands caressing his cheek. Though she couldn’t hear them, she read much in Estrella’s body language. She was in sexual heat, and there was no other woman in the room.

The image, now burned into Chloe’s mind, reminded her of Allison’s duplicity with Nathan, Chloe noting the irony that both her partners had men on the side—which for a lesbian was a real stab in the back. She ran from the window and bumped into a youthful, ravishing woman on the footpath leading to the front door. Is she next on Estrella’s list? How could this happen to me again? Am I really that unlucky in love? First, Allison and now Estrella! I wish I had some pills, any kind as long as they numb the pain. I don’t know who to turn to… certainly not Allison. She would only say I told you so about Estrella. Dr. Kian Shoai always said his door was open should I need his help. I don’t know, though. He’s a close colleague of Allison’s, but surely he has integrity and professional ethics. Chloe turned on the ignition of her car and drove to his office, unaware of what she would find there.

INTERSTATE 5 HIGHWAY, CALIFORNIA, EVENING

Kyle and Bralen had been on the highway for over two hours, either silence or the radio being their steady companion. Bralen was at the wheel, and Kyle reclined in the passenger seat. Neither had said much to the other as there was much on their minds. Bralen was just relieved that Kyle had agreed to the spontaneous trip as he didn’t want to risk him finding out the truth about Heath so soon. Especially since everything is moving along so well between us. I know he feels something for me. This trip is just what he needs to realize we’re good for each other. I just have to keep him occupied, away from contact with anyone from Los Angeles. Hopefully, Tristan will keep quiet. How did he of all people find out about Heath? Bralen looked over to see Kyle withdraw his cell phone, open it, and read a text message that elicited a surprised exclamation from him, Bralen’s heart nearly stopping as he assumed it was from Tristan about Heath.

Bralen (garnering courage to ask): What is it?

Kyle: I just got a text from Nathan. His father just died.

Bralen (now feeling alarmed that Kyle may want to return to Los Angeles): Oh no!

Kyle: I know. I’m going to call him. (dials the number) Hi, Nate, I got your message. I’m sorry to hear about your dad. I’m on the road right now to Tahoe. Call me if you or Siobhan need anything. You’re both in my thoughts. Bye.

Bralen (inwardly breathing a sigh of relief): Was that his voicemail?

Kyle: Yeah, he’s not picking up. I’ll call him when we get to the cabin.

Bralen nervously shifted his weight. Damn it! What if Tristan had told someone else about Heath, and it’s now gone through the group? Bralen was now finding it increasingly difficult to hide his growing apprehension.

HOLLYWOOD HOSPITAL, EVENING

Callum (gently pulling himself from hugging Nathan): Oh, Nathan, I’m really sorry about this. Let me know if there’s anything I can do.

Nathan (tears in his eyes): Thank you for being here with me.

Callum (looking him in the eyes): You know I wouldn’t be anywhere else.

Nathan (trying to crack a smile): Liar! You’re only here because of Edward. You should be with him.

Callum: He has Inga.

Nathan: But you’re his father. You should spend as much time with him as possible. I wish I had with mine.

Callum (feeling shamed): All right, but you call me if you need anything. (gestures to kiss him but refrains from doing so, seeing Siobhan out the corner of his eye) Bye.

Siobhan (coming over to Nathan, who immediately hugs her): I don’t understand. (tears flowing over her cheeks) H-He was fine when we left him.

Nathan (cradling her head to his chest): I know. (feeling her tears wet his shirt before she releases a wail) It’s okay.

Siobhan: How can I go on living without him?

Nathan: Don’t worry, Ma. You’ve got me. (pause) Have you called Sinead?

Siobhan: N-No. (further breaking down) She’ll be devastated. You know how close she was with your father.

Nathan (simultaneously hugging and rocking her): I’ll call her. (kissing the crown of her head) I’ll take care of everything.

Siobhan (separating herself from him, sniffling): I love you, Nathan. A mother couldn’t have asked for a better son. (turning around when she hears her name called, a weak smile comes to her face as she sees Allison)

Allison (coming around the corner and immediately hugging her): Siobhan, I just heard. I’m so sorry. If you need anything, anything at all…

Nathan: Thanks, Allison.

Allison (seeing him and going over to hug him): I’m so sorry. Seamus was a good man. He was like a father to me. (suddenly feeling him emotionally break down in her arms) It’s okay. (patting his back as his chin rests on her shoulder) I’m here for you.

Nathan (whispering): Chloe.

Allison: What? (turning around in time to see Chloe, staring at them briefly, totally misunderstanding the situation before she bolts away)

ST. ANNE’S HOSPICE, RIVERSIDE and HOLLYWOOD HOSPITAL, EVENING

Rodrigo felt terribly hollow inside as if his life force had been ripped from him. He had argued and fought with the hospice staff to not remove his mother’s body—to allow him more time to be with her. They had rightful cause for alarm when they found him snuggled next to her dead body in the bed, over an hour since her passing. Now outside the facility with the night breeze cooling him, Rodrigo collected himself and made an important call, Callum picking up on the second ring.

Rodrigo (solemnly): I just wanted you to know my mother has passed away.

Callum: Rodrigo, I’m so sorry to hear this. If there’s anything I can do please let me know at once.

Rodrigo: Thank you, Mr. Sutcliffe. (suddenly hearing Nathan’s voice in the background)

Nathan: Callum, I told you to go home. You should be with Edward. I can handle everything here.

Callum (into phone): Pardon me, Rodrigo. (lowers phone down by side, talks to Nathan) I had to see how you were holding up.

Nathan: Thanks for your concern. I’ll be fine. Don’t worry about me.

Callum: Well, you call me if you need anything. (picks up phone) Rodrigo? (hearing silence then the dial tone) Rodrigo?

So he couldn’t be with me in my darkest hour yet he was willing to be with Nathan, who’s playing with his affections. He can’t see that Nathan is wrong for him. I’ve already lost one person I love, and I’ll be damned if I lose you, Callum, especially to Nathan. It’s time to permanently take care of him.

SHADY PALMS REHABILITATION CENTER, MALIBU, MORNING

Heath stared at the drawing he had made during an art therapy session with Dr. Shoai. Though he wasn’t artistically inclined, he was proud of the finished product. It was an image of a fruit tree with plentiful bounty, its boughs weighed down with plump orbs of natural goodness, characterized by the light colors of yellow, orange, red, and green. The blue sky in the background contributed to the overall tranquility of the picture. The grass surrounding the tree was of the purest green, indicating the richness of the soil. Heath looked at it, a tear coming to his eyes. Dr. Shoai had instructed him to sit and meditatively think of his relationship with Kyle and to draw the first thing that came to his mind. Heath hadn’t known what to make of the assignment, but once he let his imagination take hold, he found himself immersed in the task, enjoying the creation that flowed from his hands.

Dr. Shoai promised him there would be more art therapy. Heath did feel peace of mind as he pinned the colored drawing on the wall in his room. He wanted to greet it each time he entered and left. He glanced at his watch. It was almost time for breakfast. He left the room, went to nurses’ station to take his medication, and one of them quietly handed him an envelope that contained a greeting card from Lindsay. This brought a smile to his face, but he didn’t have time to dwell on Lindsay’s nice gesture, for at that moment as he was walking down the hallway, he heard strange sounds.

Mousse T.’s club classic “Horny” begins playing in the background of the scene as Heath starts thinking it’s possibly the old pipes, but as he reaches the far end of the corridor, the banging noise rhythmically increased and slowed as if it were on some timer. Heath saw a closet in the corner and soon realized it was the origin of the sound. Fearing that it was a child or one of the patients that managed to get lost, he yanked open the door, his eyes bulging at the spectacle before him as light flew into the darkened closet.

There inside was Trey and a male nurse engaged in hidden sexual activity, the nurse’s body bent forward, his ass visibly connected to Trey’s pelvis. As the door had flown open, Heath caught sight of the last thrusts Trey had thrown into the nurse, who had on some mouthpiece, his biting into a ball, the action presumably maintaining some sense of noise control. Trey had his hands on the nurse’s neck and shoulders for leverage. Trey’s shirt was off, his well-proportioned chest in display, his jeans curled around his ankles. The nurse’s scrubs were pulled down as well. Heath just stood there in paralytic shock.

Trey (angrily): Do you mind?

Heath: I-I’m sorry.

Male Nurse (taking off the mouthpiece and grasping the doorknob, pulling the door to): Just fuck off! We’ll be done soon. (slams the door shut)

Heath just stood there in the hall, the image burned in his mind. For some unknown reason, a wave of anxiety washed over him, compelling him to cry. Not wanting his emotional breakdown to draw attention to the closet where the forbidden sexual act was taking place, Heath ran away to the safety of his own room.

NATHAN AND BRENDON’S HOME, HOLLYCOVE ESTATES, MORNING

The morning came with the news that Brendon had eagerly awaited: that he had been cleared of the charges, Nicolai Cosgrove had been arraigned, pleading guilty. Now I can work on getting Nathan back. He doesn’t know it, but he really needs me, especially during this difficult time for him. I’m sure Siobhan is beside herself with grief. They’ll both need all the support they can get. He heard footsteps stampeding down the stairs.

Brendon (to Justin): Slow down! I now you’re excited about your freedom… and to a lesser extent the meeting today with your new teachers at the academy.

Justin (slowing down as he enters the kitchen): It’s a bummer that summer is almost gone. I hate that school starts back next week.

Brendon: Just so you know, I’m expecting greater responsibility out of you, young man.

Justin: I know. You already laid it out for me, the chores, curfew, all that stuff. (pouring cereal into a bowl) I’m just glad to have that thing off my leg. I promise not to let you down.

Brendon: One more thing… I’d like for you to pay Nathan a visit.

Justin (scooping a spoonful of cereal into his mouth): Aight! I’ll drop by his office after—

Brendon: He’s not coming into work today. He lost his father last night. I want you to express your condolences to him. It would mean a lot to him… and to me.

Justin (nearly choking on his cereal): O-Okay.

I’ll make certain that’s the very last thing I do today.

HOLLYWOOD HOSPITAL, AUSTIN’S ROOM, MORNING

Austin woke early that morning, didn’t care to eat the garbage they passed off as food, and opted to visit Drake’s room. It had been so painful to see him hooked up to a machine. Thank God Allison got to him when she did. He may be hanging on by a thread, but if I’m there by his side, I know he’ll feel me and know that I need him. He’ll come back to me. Not bothering to call the nurse, he got out bed and into his wheelchair and found way to Drake’s room a few doors down. As he entered, he found a surprise awaiting him in the form of a woman leaning over Drake, caressing him.

Austin (disbelievingly): Samantha? What are you doing here?

Samantha (turning around to see Austin): I heard about Drake. I came at once.

Austin: He doesn’t need you. He has me.

Samantha: I knew something like this would happen if he stayed with you. I tried to warn him.

Austin: Why don’t you just leave?

Samantha: I have every right to be here. He’s my husband.

Austin: The hell he is!

Samantha: Well, he’s more of a husband to me than he is to you, especially in the eyes of the law and the church.

Austin: Don’t you dare throw that in my face, Samantha.

Samantha (throwing her hands out to Drake’s body): Will you look at him? He’s hooked up to tubes. He may not make it! (moving over to Austin) You did this to him!

Austin: I didn’t—

Samantha: He tried to kill himself, Austin! That’s a sin! Why would he do something like that? Did he have second thoughts about his sexuality? I knew he wasn’t happy with you… with this lifestyle you forced upon him.

Austin: Samantha, here is neither the time nor the place for you to dredge up the past. I’m sorry you still feel—after all this time—that I’m responsible for the end of your marriage, but I won’t entertain that delusion. (wheeling over) Right now, Drake needs me.

Samantha (getting in his way): I don’t think so. You’ve caused enough damage already. I’m having him moved to a different facility.

Austin: You can’t do that!

Samantha: You’re too late. I already have with the help of Helen and Tom.

Austin: His parents?

Samantha: They are his next of kin.

Austin: But I’m his husband!

Samantha: In name only. You don’t have the right to make this life-changing decision for Drake, but his parents do.

Austin: His parents never cared for him.

Samantha: But I did. I do. I loved him with all my heart. We had plans to start a family and then you came along and convinced him he didn’t belong with me or any other woman for that matter. Well, now I’m taking him away to somewhere he can heal away from you.

Austin: You can’t do this! I’ll call my attorneys.

Samantha: Go ahead. They’ll tell you the same thing. You don’t have a leg to stand on.

Austin: I’ll fight you, Helen, and Tom on this! (wheeling to the door)

Samantha: You should save your energy so you can get out that wheelchair.

She heard the door close behind Austin. On the other side he fought back tears. He got back as fast as he could to his room to make good on his promise to her.

NATHAN AND BRENDON’S HOME, SILVER LAKE, MIDMORNING

Brendon had called Siobhan to express his condolences. He knew she was staying with Nathan in Silver Lake, and was inwardly thrilled when she insisted he come over. When she opened the door, she looked weary and weather-beaten, the exact opposite of her normal appearance.

Siobhan (immediately hugging him): I’m so glad you came.

Brendon: I dropped everything. There’s nowhere else I should be. (pause) Where’s Nathan?

Siobhan: He’s sleeping. Neither of us got much rest.

Brendon: I-I’m really sorry about this, Siobhan. I must sound like a broken record, but if there’s anything—

Siobhan: You’re only speaking your heart.

Brendon (hugging her again): I wish you didn’t have to go through this.

Siobhan: It would have happened sooner or later. You know Seamus. Against doctor’s orders, he started back drinking. He even had a martini on the flight here. First class seats we had. This time around he was a big spender… guess he knew he’d be going out in style. (puts her hand to her mouth to stop weeping)

Brendon: I know it’s too early to ask, but have you thought about services?

Siobhan: It’s not early at all. That’s all Nattie and I was talking about last night. Seamus wanted to be buried back in Ireland. (noting Brendon’s reaction) Even in death, the man still costs me.

Brendon: Don’t you worry. I’ll take care of it. No expenses spared. Seamus wouldn’t have it any other way.

Siobhan: That’s kind of you, Brendon, but you should run it by Nathan. He’s the one in charge now. The man of the family. (breaks down crying, Brendon comes to comfort her)

Brendon: There. There. I’m doing this for Seamus. Nathan will just have to understand.

Siobhan: I don’t know what it is between you two, but I wish you would—

Brendon (lovingly squeezing her): I’m working on it. You know how much I love your son. He means everything to me.

Siobhan: You know it was difficult for me at first to accept you in his life. I-I still don’t know what to think of his choice—well, you know being brought up in the church and all. I’m from a different time.

Brendon: Just know that I love your son more than words can say.

Siobhan (patting his shoulder): I know that. I just hope he knows it. I think he’s—

Brendon (seeing worry in her eyes): What is it, Siobhan? Is Nathan okay? Has he taken ill?

Siobhan: It’s just this new person in his life. I-I don’t like him. I have a bad feeling about him.

Brendon: You mean Callum? (seeing her nod) He means trouble, and Nathan’s too stubborn to see it.

Siobhan: Moynihan stubbornness. He gets that from his father. You say this lad is trouble? Then that really worries me. He came by earlier this morning. Nathan was still sleeping so I sent him home.

Brendon: You did the right thing. (nothing continued look of concern in her face) Don’t worry about him. I’ll take care of Callum. I promise you.

Nathan (coming into room, his voice startling them both): And just how do you plan on doing that?

Siobhan: Nattie. (turning to him) Would you like some eggs?

Nathan: No, Ma. What I would like is a word alone with Brendon. Do you think you could do that?

Siobhan: Yes. I need to make some calls. I’ll be in the other room.

Nathan (as she passes by him): And please close the door behind you. (upon hearing it close, confident that his mother can’t eavesdrop) What are you doing here?

Moloko’s “I’m Sorry” begins playing in the background.

Brendon: I came to offer my condolences to your mother.

Nathan: Good. Now you can go! And you can stop using my mother to get to me.

Brendon: Nate, that’s not what I’m doing. I sincerely want to be there for you and Siobhan. I want to help with the memorial.

Nathan: How dare you—

Brendon: How dare I what?

Nathan: You come here trying to ingratiate yourself back into my life, using my father’s death when it was your son who damn near took me away from my dad and loved ones.

Brendon: I thought we were passed that. The charges were dropped. Justin was punished.

Nathan (livid): House arrest! You think that’s justifiable punishment for what he did. (shouting) He tried to kill me, and you covered it up. (seeing Brendon’s shocked reaction) Yeah, I know.

Brendon: Nathan, let me—

Nathan: Let you what? Think of another lie to tell me?

Brendon (coming towards him): Nathan, please.

Nathan (backing away): Stay away from me. Better yet stay away from my family. I don’t want you anywhere near my father’s memorial service. In fact, I don’t you want you near my mother.

Brendon: Nathan, come on!

Nathan: I’m serious, Brendon. Dead serious! Now get the hell away from me.

Brendon: Nathan, please.

Nathan (goes over to door, opens it): And don’t blame this on Callum! This is all your fault. You and Justin both need a lesson in taking responsibility for your actions. Now leave! (Brendon reluctantly leaves, Nathan slamming the door behind him. Seconds later, the side door opens, Siobhan peeking her head inside) Not a word from you, Ma! (he starts walking back to his bedroom) But I will have those eggs now!

CALLUM’S HOME, HOLLYCOVE ESTATES, MIDDAY

Callum: Rodrigo, I’ll take care of everything.

Rodrigo: Mr. Sutcliffe—

Callum: I won’t take no for an answer. I’m fully aware of your financial situation. Please have all your mother’s medical bills forwarded to my accountant. And as for the—

Rodrigo: Mr. Sutcliffe, really, it’s not necessary. I can handle this. You’ve already done enough for me.

Callum: Have you made arrangements?

Rodrigo: Mama would have wanted a simple burial. That’s what I intend to give her.

Callum: Well, you let me know if it gets too overwhelming for you.

Rodrigo: Thank you, Mr. Sutcliffe.

Callum: Please call me Callum. I think we’re at that point.

Oh yeah, we’re definitely at that stage in our relationship. You’re such a giving person, wanting to help me out. I knew you were a very special man when I first read your words in your books. Mama knew it as well. I only wish she got the chance to meet you. It’s shameful you never met my family. You were at the hospital to be near Nathan when he lost his father. Nathan! He’s always on your mind. That perve should be rotting away in prison. He shouldn’t be anywhere near you. He’ll be joining his father soon.

ALLISON’S OFFICE, HOLLYWOOD HOSPITAL, EARLY AFTERNOON

Allison felt terrible all over her body. She badly needed rest, not having got much sleep the past week with Chloe moving out, Austin’s poisoning, Drake’s suicide attempt, and Seamus’ death. She didn’t know what to make of any of these incidents. She was tempted to call Nathan but knew that now was not the time. She intended to visit him and Siobhan later that night. All this death and near-death occurrences made her think of the state of her life. I really should live my life to the fullest. I had such high hopes, but I put them aside for… what? My career? Financial stability? Maybe Chloe was right. I could have died from that bullet wound, and Chloe nearly died. I nearly lost her, the one woman who loved me unconditionally. Yes, she may have been unfaithful, but she wasn’t herself at the time. She had lost all hope of having children. And now it seems I’ve lost all hope of getting her back into my life. Or have I? There came a knock at her door. It was someone bringing her news that would ultimately cause Austin further pain.

ESTRELLA’S HOME, BEVERLY HILLS, EARLY EVENING

Chloe pulled her car up to Estrella’s home. She would wait for her to come home. She had been driving around all day, running away from her pressing thoughts about her love life and where she stood with the women in her life. When she saw Nathan in Allison’s arms—totally misunderstanding the situation—she had to leave and get away. Tears naturally came to her eyes, but she soon felt all cried out. It’s imperative I get a clear understanding of my place in Estrella’s life. After last night, I know where I fit into Allison’s life. I refuse to drift along. I want to drop anchor and start a life with someone who’ll appreciate the person I am and what I can contribute to the relationship. I’m aware that Estrella is just as busy professionally as Allison, but there’s something special between us that’s obviously missing when I’m around Allison.

Seeing Estrella’s Mercedes pull into the drive, Chloe got out and rushed over to her before she was able to get inside the house. Ben Folds Five’s “Brick” (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=axpuVLQ_m4w) begins playing softly in the background.

Chloe: Estrella?

Estrella (turning around, surprised): Oh, Chloe, how are you?

Chloe: Could we talk for a moment?

Estrella: I’m really busy. I have a ton of work I brought home.

Chloe (pleadingly): It won’t take long. I really need to speak with you about us.

Estrella (pushing inside the house, throwing briefcase on furniture): What about us?

Chloe (hesitantly): Well, I need to know where we—I—stand.

Estrella: I don’t follow. (goes over to the bar and pulls out a bottle of seltzer) Would you like something?

Chloe: No thanks. (crossing over to her, placing her hand on Estrella’s) Estrella, you do know how I feel about you. I haven’t been able to get you out my mind ever since we—

Estrella: That’s very flattering, Chloe, but you do know we can’t be together.

Chloe: Why not? I’m no longer with Allison, and… and you’re not seeing anyone, are you?

Estrella (taking a sip of water before taking Chloe’s hand): Chloe, you know you’re a wonderful person. You’re going to make some woman very happy.

Chloe: But what about you? Us?

Estrella: We’re friends, Chloe.

Chloe: Friends don’t sleep with each other like we’ve done.

Estrella: I promised you I would be there for you. Nothing has to change in that regard.

Chloe (tears in her eyes): You’re not in love with me?

Estrella (pause): Chloe, it just wouldn’t work out between us. I-I’m at a very special point in my life.

Chloe: So am I. We can spend it together.

Estrella: No, we can’t. (sighing) I’m so sorry that you feel this way.

Chloe: Excuse me?

Estrella: I mean… I didn’t know you had these feelings.

Chloe: How could you not? I’ve come to you at every chance I got. We connect on so many levels. Just look at all the hours we’ve spent talking, enjoying each other’s company. (moving in closer to her, face to face) You can’t tell me you don’t feel anything.

Estrella (looking her in the eye): Chloe, you’ve got it all wrong. I do feel much for you, but what you’re asking for is impossible.

Chloe (reaching out to caress her cheek): Why? Don’t you—(moving in to kiss her, their lips touching)

Estrella (bathing in the moment a few seconds before pulling away): Chloe, I can’t do this. It’s not right.

Chloe: What’s not right? (pause) What’s wrong? Is there someone else? Is that what you’re—

Estrella: Don’t be foolish. There’s no one else.

Chloe: So what’s going on between you and Tristan? He was here the other day. I-I saw you two together.

Estrella: What are you talking about?

Chloe: I saw you two through the window. You tried to kiss him.

Estrella (angrily): You were spying on me!

Chloe: It wasn’t like that at all. I just wanted to know—

Estrella (going over to the door and opening it): I’d like for you to leave.

Chloe: What? Why?

Estrella: I don’t respond so well to invasion of my privacy.

Chloe: I meant no harm. I needed to know why you weren’t returning my calls.

Estrella: So you’ve been stalking me?

Chloe: No! How could you say that?

Estrella: Please just go.

Chloe (reluctantly moving to the door, stopping in front of it): Are you in love with him?

Estrella: That’s none of your business.

Chloe: You should know he’s not right for you. I didn’t know he was into women, but I’ve seen how he operates. He’ll break your heart.

Estrella: You don’t know anything about him or the relationship between him and me.

Chloe: He’ll never fully love you the way you should be loved.

Estrella (fighting back tears): Please just go. Now! (Chloe leaves, Estrella closes the door behind her, the slamming sound an indicator for both to unleash the well of emotions in them)

Estrella went to the couch, stung by Chloe’s words of truth. She placed her hand to her abdomen, hoping to feel the life within her, life that was part hers and part Tristan’s. It was something of his that would indeed return her feelings. Chloe, on the other side of the door, was sitting on the steps, crying. She would be there another hour before leaving.

CALLUM’S HOME, HOLLYCOVE ESTATES, LATE AFTERNOON

Callum and Godfrey were sitting in Callum’s study with the door locked. Godfrey was enjoying a glass of bourbon while Callum had a glass of cognac, which he drank as he stared out the window at the expanse of the ravine leading to Brendon and Nathan’s home.

Godfrey: There is still the matter of Siobhan Moynihan.

Callum (taking a sip): I know. She’s the one who put this whole mess into action.

Godfrey: Do you think she knows that?

Callum: Her husband didn’t even know me, and she’s too much of a simpleton. She’s completely in the dark.

Godfrey: And Nathan?

Callum: Do you think he’d have anything to do with me if he knew? He knows nothing and that’s how it must stay. (looking at concern in Godfrey’s face) What is it now?

Godfrey: I’m not comfortable with this. There are two people who could ruin this if you’re not careful.

Callum: Don’t worry about Enid. She has university. That’ll keep her occupied. Besides, she has her own place. Of course it would be better if she were back in England along with Talon, the only other person who poses a threat.

Godfrey: Are you sure he’ll stay in London?

Callum: Don’t worry about Talon. There’s no way he’s coming back into my life.

FOUR SEASONS HOTEL, BEVERLY HILLS, NIGHT

Talon peeled away a $20 note to tip the bellboy for bringing his luggage to his room. He crossed to the window to look at the nighttime vista, all the lights of the city before him. It felt good to be back in Los Angeles, his heart filled with joy at the prospect of reuniting with Callum. Though his body yearned for him, it also signaled hunger to him. He would order room service, rest, and make his plan of action. He had requested a newspaper, which he would read while he ate. He sat on the bed and fell back, the softness of the mattress a welcome feeling to his tired body. He reached over for the phone to dial room service, ordering Chilean sea bass. Before replacing the receiver in its cradle, he dialed another number.

Talon: How’s my favorite nephew? (pause) I’m back in LA and hoping you could give me a tour of your campus. (pause) Oh, you did. In that case, perhaps another time. I’m not ready to be seen, especially by Enid Sutcliffe, who’ll run straight to Callum with the news of my arrival.

HOLLYWOOD HOSPITAL, EVENING

Priscilla had been with Austin most of the afternoon. The strong-acting sedative that had been mixed into his beverage had finally taken effect. She and Allison were worried that it would have to be administered intravenously as he wouldn’t calm down. And rightfully so! His life has been turned upside down. I feel so sorry for him. Neither he nor Drake deserved any of this, and now poor Austin may never get the closure he needs to move on with his life. I may never get it. I, too, was so close to Drake. At the simplest thought of him, Priscilla broke out in tears. She hadn’t been prepared for what happened earlier that day. When she arrived to visit, Drake’s body had been removed. She immediately scouted out Allison.

Allison: He’s been relocated to a different facility.

Priscilla: Where?

Allison: I don’t know.

Priscilla: How could this happen?

Allison: His family ordered it. Austin doesn’t have power of attorney.

Priscilla: But he’s Drake’s husband.

Allison (somberly): Drake’s family’s attorneys were here today. Austin had a field day with them, but the family’s determined to get Drake back to Chicago.

Priscilla: So you’re saying that there’s nothing he can do?

Allison: Let’s just be thankful they’re not prematurely pulling the plug on him. But this just goes to show you that the battle for full and equal gay rights rages on.

Priscilla: I need to see Austin. Where is he?

Allison: He’s in his room, probably on the phone with his attorney.

Priscilla rushed to his room, finding him in tears. She immediately went to him, granting him a maternal embrace which she hoped would calm his troubled heart. He laid his head against her bosom and cried his heart out, Priscilla all the while gently patting him.

Priscilla: It’s okay. Everything’s going to be all right. (tears coming to her eyes as she hated lying to him)

Austin: I need to be with him. I don’t how—(choking on his words)

Priscilla: It’s okay. (cooing in his ear) He knows you love him.

Austin: I never said it enough.

Priscilla: You two have a strong relationship, a sturdy marriage. You’ll pull through this.

Austin: Some marriage it is. I have no say in the welfare of my partner.

Priscilla (wiping tears from her eyes): Something must be done about this injustice.

Austin (pulling away from her, looking at her through teary eyes): That’s what I intend to do. (taking the handkerchief given to him, wiping his eyes)But I’m not the only one fighting the system. There are thousands of gay couples who endure this discrimination. It’s time someone takes a stand.

It was at this moment that Austin became a different person, dedicating himself to the fight for equality not just to politically secure the admiration of a specific demographic but rather because it was in his heart the right thing to do. The No on Proposition 8 benefit loomed heavily on his mind. I promise you, Drake, I will make this a success. I shall tirelessly fight the bigotry that’s keeping us apart. I only pray that you are alive and well to celebrate the victory with me.

CALLUM’S HOME, HOLLYCOVE ESTATES, NIGHT

Rodrigo had finished having an early dinner with Callum. He told him that he was to bury his mother in two days. Callum promised he would be there, and that made Rodrigo feel somewhat happy amid the anguish of last night. His muscles were tired. All he wanted to do was have a hot bath and lie down. The water relaxed him, nearly erasing the pain he felt. He thought of his blessings as he rose from the bath and wrapped himself in a towel. At least I still have Callum. He’s been so supportive and tonight was so special with the two of us having dinner together, even though I don’t like that English cuisine he’s fond of. This is just the beginning of our new life together. The mirror was entirely fogged. When he wiped it down with the towel, he jumped back, the shock of what he saw nearly making his heart jump through his chest. There—in the mirror’s image—behind him stood Cora Caldozar, his mother draped in black, her eyes cold and blank. He stole a quick glance behind him, duly noting no one but himself in the bathroom. Flyleaf’s “I’m So Sick” begins playing in the background.

Cora: You didn’t fulfill my last request, Rodrigo.

Rodrigo: I tried, Mama. Callum was—

Cora: With Nathan! You let someone else stop you from following through with my last request!

Rodrigo: But Mama—

Cora: My soul cannot pass on until you do what you must. You know what that is.

Rodrigo (solemnly): Yes, Mama.

Cora: Then do it. Don’t let anyone come between you and your destiny. And don’t keep my soul from heaven.

Rodrigo: Yes, Mama.

He walked outside the bathroom and quickly changed into new clothing. He walked over to the chest of drawers and withdrew his backpack, which was heavier than normal. Earlier that day he had met with one of his contacts in South Los Angeles. It was a newer model, equipped with a silencer. He looked outside the window, seeing that nightfall had come to southern California… and he mused that death would soon come to Nathan Moynihan.

NATHAN AND BRENDON’S HOME, SILVER LAKE, NIGHT

Allison hated leaving the hospital with so much on her mind. She liked keeping her work and personal life separate, but there was no way she could erase the events of the day from her mind. Her heart went out to Drake and Austin. She couldn’t believe the 180 Austin had pulled, but she knew firsthand how the near-death of a loved one makes you reassess your life. At least he has Priscilla. I can trust her to give him a good dose of motherly love and healing comedy, even though none of this is a laughing matter. There’s too much pain going around and in spite of my own personal problems, I now must be strong for Nathan and Siobhan.

Allison had just parked her car outside Nathan’s home in Silver Lake and didn’t even have to ring the doorbell as Siobhan had opened the door for her the minute her foot touched the porch.

Allison: Do you have ESP? You always knew when I was outside the door.

Siobhan: It’s a gift, I suppose. I always felt your warm presence, Allison. (hugging her) Now come inside.

Allison: Where’s Nathan?

Siobhan: He’s on his cell phone out in the backyard by the pool. (noting the look of worry coming over Allison’s face as she recalls Nathan’s near-drowning) Is something wrong, dear?

Allison: N-No. I just need some—

Siobhan: Tea! I just put the kettle on.

Allison: I’m more a coffee girl.

Siobhan: Ah, you’ve changed on me, Allison. (her hand lovingly brushing aside a strand of Allison’s hair) I remember when you’d come over to visit Nathan, but Sinead would always make you sit with her for tea with the dolls. You always humored her.

Allison (nostalgically smiling): I think I only sat with her because you made those delicious cucumber sandwiches. It’s funny that I remember them after all this time.

Siobhan (laughing): That’s because I used real butter. Would you like some now?

Allison: Oh, Siobhan, I’m much too old for that.

Siobhan: That’s poppycock. Let’s go into the kitchen and make some until Nathan finishes his call.

They journeyed to the kitchen, which looked out onto the side of the house that was unusually plunged in darkness. Siobhan was so immersed in conversation with Allison that she hadn’t realized the side light was off, having been purposely broken.

*

Rodrigo had crept onto the property, shrouding himself in the darkness that matched the clothing he wore. He was just a few feet from the kitchen window, looking through it to see Allison talking with an elderly woman. Where is Nathan? He was growing antsy and wanted to get the job done so that he could return to Callum and start their new life together. He had tried to fight off a wave of nervousness that shot through him, manifesting itself in a desire to pee. He quickly unzipped and urinated on the flowers. Feeling a sense of relief, he turned his attention back to the window, his eyes now aglow as Nathan had walked into the kitchen, hugging Allison. Now that I think of it, I could take them both out. Callum would be thankful to be rid of her. I have enough bullets. He raised the gun to the windowpane, pointing it in the direction of Nathan as his finger slowly curled around the trigger.

It was at that moment Siobhan suddenly turned from Nathan and Allison and looked directly out the window at him, her eyes seemingly boring into him. A wave of panic seized him. His hand holding the gun began to fidget erratically. A split second later found Siobhan unleashing a scream.

TO BE CONTINUED…

The Victorious and the Relentless

Episode 36: “Death Us Will Part”

Placebo’s “English Summer Rain” opens this episode over the following two scenes, taking place in London:

The stately, aged Eleanor Armitage takes a sip of tea before placing the prized china cup back onto the saucer, staring forlornly out the window over the lush, green garden of her estate, currently showered in summer rain. It was her day for mourning as it was her late husband’s birthday. Lord Edward Armitage had passed away nearly twelve years ago. It was customary for her to be in a tailored black outfit from head to toe and to hold a portrait of Edward in her lap, her index finger lovingly tracing the contours of the frame, tears coming into her eyes. She looked toward the fireplace at the family portrait hanging on the wall above the mantle.

Seeing the additional image of her deceased son only further pained her, and an audible sob at last escaped from her. Hearing her name called, she looked up to see Simone Hastings standing in the doorway.

Simone (coming into the room): is everything all right?

Eleanor (dabbing her eyes with handkerchief): I –I was thinking of Edward and Gavin.

Simone (sitting beside her): I, too, miss them. Gavin shall always have a special place in my heart. (patting Eleanor’s hand) As will the rest of his family.

Eleanor (trying to compose herself): Would you like some tea?

Simone: No thank you. (pause) I only came by to check on you.

Eleanor: That’s rather nice of you, darling. I’ll be fine. You know I get this way every year. I suppose I’ll be the same way with Gavin’s birthday–(tears coming again) It’s been nearly a year. I want my son back. I have nothing.

Simone: You still have Edward.

Eleanor: He’s been gone for twelve years now.

Simone: I wasn’t talking about your husband. I meant your grandson.

Eleanor: How awful of me! I had forgotten. Senility, I suppose, but yes, my darling grandson. I hardly ever see him.

Simone: Callum is so selfish. I think you should have free access to Edward.

Simone could not have known the can of worms she had just opened.

*

Talon Prescott stood by his window, looking out at the summer rain pelting down on the garden. He wanted to run outside and be cleansed by it, made new again and free of the sins that had cost him his happiness. His mind was on Callum. They had been apart nearly three weeks, and his heart yearned to be with him. I’ve foolishly burned that bridge. He doesn’t want to have anything to do with me after all the lies and duplicity. He’s right. I don’t deserve his love… but that doesn’t stop me from loving him. We were growing much closer towards the end, but I absolutely ruined any chance we may have had. Damn it, we’re soul mates! I can’t give up on him! Now that everything is out in the open, we can start afresh. It was then that Talon decided to make flight arrangements for permanently staying in Los Angeles until he won back Callum’s heart.

AUSTIN’S ROOM, HOLLYWOOD HOSPITAL, MORNING

Austin’s face looked paler to Allison’s eyes since the last time she had seen him three hours earlier. His eyes were reddened, understandably so given the amount of crying he had done. The news about Drake had sent him into physical regression, his strength depleted and his will to eat, breathe, or live practically nil. Allison sat next to his bed as he opened his eyes. He looked so helpless, any image of his former self—the fierce, determined Austin Monroe—now gone.

Austin: Any news?

Allison: I’m afraid not. He’s still—

Austin: On life support. (turning on his side away from her) This is all my fault.

Allison: You can’t think like that.

Austin (tears in his eyes): If you had only heard the things I said to him. Drake’s very sensitive. I-I should have never (balling his fists and hitting the side of the bed railings)

Allison (coming over to him, gently taking his hand): Austin, calm down. This isn’t your fault.

Austin: How do you know that? You’re just—(stopping himself) I’m sorry. I-I just can’t wrap my head around this. (looking into Allison’s eyes) Maybe it’s karma for all the bad things I’ve done. Drake is all I’ve got. Yeah, it may look like I’m neglectful, but he’s always been there for me.

Allison (teary-eyed): I did what I could. (choking up) It took a little time for me to get him down.

Austin: Oh, God, why would he do this? Sure, we’ve argued before, but he’s never done anything like this. He’s never tried to hurt himself.

Allison fought with herself over her professional ethics. She pretty much could have guessed why Drake took such a drastic action. It was an overwhelming bit of information for him to digest at once, especially with Austin already hospitalized. Drake needed counseling. Suicide was not the solution to HIV. She wanted to tell Austin about it but didn’t wish to betray Drake’s confidence in spite of the fact he was possibly brain dead. Of course Allison knew that Austin would eventually have to know so that he himself could be tested.

Allison (holding his hand that been erratically shaking): Austin, you need to calm down. I’ll have them give you a sedative.

Austin: I don’t want to sleep. I need to be awake if—when—Drake wakes.

Allison (hesitantly): I think you should rest.

Austin: You don’t think he’s going to make it.

Allison: I’m not saying that. You just need to reserve your strength. You’re not sleeping, eating—

Austin: I don’t need sleep or food. I need my husband. (breaking down) I-I need atonement.

Allison: Austin.

Austin (taking her hand): Please forgive me for all the heinous shit I’ve done.

Allison: There’s no need for you to apologize.

Austin: I’m resigning effective immediately. I want you to take over as president.

Allison: Au-Austin, I don’t know—

Austin: Listen, you saved my life just a few days ago. You put aside your differences with me and did the right thing. You even attempted to save Drake’s life. You deserve the presidency more than me.

Allison: What about Brendon?

Austin: I’ve made up my mind. I’m drafting the resignation letter for the Board and Emeritus Council.

Allison: Austin, I—

Austin: Not another word about this. Now, would it be possible for me to see Drake?

Allison reluctantly agreed to take him to visit his partner, knowing that the image of Drake on a respirator would counteract any effect a sedative would later have on Austin.

CALLUM’S HOME, HOLLYCOVE ESTATES, MORNING

Enid (throwing her handbag on the sofa and falling back on the cushions): I’m knackered.

Callum (sitting across from her, drinking a glass of sparkling water): I take it you had an eventful orientation.

Enid (sighing): I could tell you everything you need to know about USC. I didn’t get much rest.

Callum: And why is that? Classes have yet to start.

Enid: I spent most of my time with Iain Prescott.

Callum: And how is he? I haven’t seen him in ages.

Enid: You wouldn’t recognize him. His body is like a shrine to Brian Molko. You know, wearing lipstick, eyeliner, nail polish, eye shadow. He thinks highly of himself all because he was accepted into their film school. Apparently, that’s a very prestigious honor. Even Spielberg was rejected there twice.

Callum: While I don’t approve of your choice for university, I’m thrilled you’ve made friends there.

Enid: He really is a great bloke just like his uncle Talon.

Callum: Yes, I’m sure he is.

Enid (a smile creeping on her face): You’ve got a certain glow. Have you—

Callum: Not that it’s any of your business, but I’ve had a reunion of sorts—

Enid (giddily rising): I’m so happy for you two! (throwing her arms around him) I knew you two would sort out whatever misunderstanding you had. (kisses him and then rushes from room)

Callum (realizing that she was referring to Talon, calling after her): Enid!

It was too late. She had gone off to foolishly place a call to Talon that would set into motion events with catastrophic results.

*

Rodrigo could feel his blood boiling at every thought of Nathan Moynihan trying to sexually take advantage of Callum. He still couldn’t get the unsettling image of them kissing and fondling each other out of his mind. It’s time to take care of Nathan once and for all. I can’t let him get in the way. He’s not right for Callum, who’s too much of a good man to know when he’s being preyed upon by a child molester. I’ll protect you, Callum, just like I do with everyone I love.

Such a thought triggered him to place a call to the hospice. His mother spoke with him briefly, her voice breathy as if she had difficulty speaking. What she did manage to tell him in that short time was that she desperately wanted him and Callum to come visit her before she left this world. This request further fueled Rodrigo’s determination to get Nathan out of Callum’s life.

KYLE’S HOME, WEST HOLLYWOOD, MIDMORNING

Nathan and his lovely mother Siobhan paid Kyle a visit, informing him that Seamus was still in hospital under observation. They were expecting him to make a full recovery. Kyle and Nathan were sitting on the couch while Siobhan was in the kitchen.

Kyle (turning around at the sound of clattering dishes and running water): Siobhan! What are you doing?

Nathan (recognizing her actions): Ma! No—

Siobhan: I don’t see how you lads can live in such squalor. This place is a pig sty, Kyle. It needs a woman’s touch.

Kyle (sotto voce): It needs Heath. (aloud) Siobhan, you don’t have to—

Siobhan: I won’t have another word out of you, Kyle. I need something to occupy my mind.

Nathan (picking up newspaper): Ma, why don’t you do the crossword puzzle?

Siobhan: That was more your father’s—(stopping midsentence as there is a knock on the door) I’ll get it. (opening the door) Brendon! (throwing her arms around him)

Brendon: Siobhan! Thanks for calling me. I didn’t even know you were in town.

Kyle (rising from couch): Brendon, come inside. Would you like something to drink?

Brendon: Water would be fine. (staring at Nathan, who had risen and crossed to his mother)

Nathan (whispering into her ear): What were you thinking calling him?

Siobhan: I don’t know what’s happened between you two, but you need to sort it out.

Nathan: Ma, that’s none of your business. You had no right to interfere.

Siobhan: That’s what mothers do.

Brendon (coming over to them): Nathan, could we talk?

Siobhan (patting Brendon’s shoulder): I’ll leave you two alone and get back to these dishes. Maybe I could teach Kyle a thing or two about good housekeeping. (goes off with a smile on her face)

Brendon: What happened the other day? You left too soon. We were supposed to talk about us. I thought we were ready to reconcile.

Nathan: No, you’re the one who’s ready.

Brendon: What’s that supposed to mean?

Nathan: I have nothing to say to you.

Brendon (taken aback): What?

Nathan: And I’d appreciate your not taking any calls from my mother (starting to move away)

Brendon (seizing his arm): What’s got into you?

Nathan: The truth. The ugly, sordid truth! The kind you like to sweep under the rug (freeing his arm)

Kyle (coming over): Is everything okay? (handing Brendon bottle of water)

Nathan: Everything’s fine. Brendon was just about to leave.

Siobhan: Oh no! I wanted us to catch up. (pause) Why don’t you join us later at the hospital? Seamus would love to see you.

Nathan: Brendon can’t make it. He has an important meeting then.

Siobhan: Let Brendon speak for himself.

Brendon (taking the hint from Nathan’s tone): Uh, he’s right. Perhaps some other time.

Siobhan: Well, it was a pleasure seeing you. (receives a kiss from him before he leaves, turns to Kyle as Nathan walks out the room) What was that about?

Kyle: We’re all having relationship problems.

Siobhan: So why don’t you tell me about it over some tea? I’ll put the kettle on—that is, if it’s not full of mold (seeing Kyle blush)

BRENDON AND NATHAN’S HOME, HOLLYCOVE ESTATES, NOONTIME

Enid was unable to speak with Talon on his mobile but left him an optimistic message about his reunion with Callum. She fell on to the satin sheets of her bed and took a much-needed nap. When she awoke, Callum was not home, and she stepped outside into the late summer heat, taking a deep breath, knowing this—California—was her new home for the next four years. She loved the sunshine and looked out over the yard, her eyes going to the ravine, her mind instantly thinking of Justin. She fought with her conscience, not wanting to enter the danger zone. Both of our families are against each other. It would not work out. It’s best he be part of the past. He has no place in my present life and certainly not my future. But is it really his fault? We should be able to see each other. I’m sure that if push came to shove, I could work my magic on Callum. My big brother has always been soft-hearted despite his cold exterior. Besides, he’ll be in a more malleable frame of mind now that he’s getting back with Talon.

These thoughts swirling through her mind, Enid rushed across the yard, navigated her way through the ravine, and soon found her way into Justin’s backyard, seeing that his window was open. Wanting to surprise him, she climbed the trellis, crouched outside his window, and peeked inside to see him lying asleep in bed. She surreptitiously stole inside the room and crept toward his body, positioning her lips to his ear and unleashing the loudest “boo!” Justin awoke, taken off guard, and fell off the bed, his body slamming onto the floor.

Justin (over her laughter): What the fuck!

Enid: Did you miss me?

Justin (rising from floor): What’s your problem?

Enid: I know yours is now a sore bum. (not getting the reaction she expected) Sorry.

Justin: So you’re back from England? You were gone a long time.

Enid: Actually, I’ve been back for a week but was attending orientation at USC.

Justin: Oh yeah, so you are moving here… to Los Angeles?

Enid: Yes, I was lucky to get a single room dormitory. You’ll have to call on me sometimes if it’s okay with your dad.

Justin: Why wouldn’t it be?

Enid (hesitantly): You should know that my brother hates your father.

Justin: I know that.

Enid: And it doesn’t unsettle you?

Justin: Why would it? I’m cool with Callum. We have an understanding. Whatever happens between him and Brendon is between them.

Enid: So where does that leave us?

Bloc Party’s “So Here We Are” plays as Enid walks a few feet to sit at the computer desk, her fingers brushing across the keyboard, the action awakening the computer from sleep mode. Justin quickly crossed over to snap off the monitor.

Justin: I don’t see how any of that should change what we do. Brendon wont’ be calling the shots much longer.

Enid: Is it customary for you to call your father by his first name?

Justin: I’ve called him worse.

Enid: You are trouble, Justin Roberts. (turning on the monitor just as he rushes over to turn it back off) What are you trying to hide? You’ve got porn on here?

Justin: No.

Enid: Let me see. (flipping on the screen to catch a glimpse of a screen for private investigation for missing people)

Justin: I said no! (his hand brushing against hers to take control of the mouse, the sensation at once mollifying him)

Enid (rising from the desk): Okay. I don’t wish to invade your privacy.

Justin (shrugging): It’s okay. I’m sorry I lashed out at you.

Enid: I know I’m skating on thin ice with you.

Justin: I already forgave you for the weed. You wouldn’t happen to have any splints on you?

Enid (smiling): You really are trouble.

Justin: Well, do you?

Enid (moving to him): I’ve got something better.

Justin: Oh yeah? What’s that? (suddenly feeling her give him a quick peck on the cheeks) Is that it?

Enid: What more could you want? I’m not your average girl. I’m a—

Justin: Tease! That’s what you are! (momentarily taken aback by the beauty of her hazel eyes)

Enid: You’re fortunate I’m not some gorgon.

Justin: What’s that?

Enid (ignoring him): Otherwise I really would have you “stoned.” (laughs at herself) Think Medusa. She was a gorgon in Greek mythology… could turn you to stone with one look.

Justin: Do you have to bring up school? I never really paid attention.

Enid: I suggest you start doing so. (going back over to the desk)

Justin: Why?

Enid: So that you fit in with my new friends (scribbling something on notepad, hands it to Justin) Here. That’s my university address. You can drop by when you’re freed. (gesturing to his ankle monitor) I thought you were—

Justin (finishing for her): Yeah, I know. It was supposed to come off earlier this month, but it’s definitely off next week when school starts back.

Enid: Well, don’t lose my address. I’m sure we could have some—

Justin: Late night study sessions (stealing a quick kiss from her).

Enid: I’ve got to watch out for you. (suddenly hears Brendon call out for Justin through the door) And apparently your dad as well. (scrambles to the window, climbs outside just as Brendon enters the room)

Brendon: What would you like for dinner?

Justin: I was thinking “fish and chips.”

Enid nearly burst out laughing as she climbed down the trellis and rushed back home.

PEYTON’S HOME, BEVERLY HILLS, LATE AFTERNOON

Priscilla had returned from the supermarket to find Godfrey awaiting her arrival on the doorstep. He wore a navy polo shirt and khakis, wire-rimmed glasses perched on his nose. Greeting her with a warm smile he immediately helped her with the shopping bags, noting half the contents were in bottles. He stole a quick glance at her.

Priscilla: I need to replenish the cupboard after Labor Day, an important American holiday. I wonder if Callum’s giving you the day off. Or has he sacked you?

Godfrey: My job is still intact, but I’m sorry if he overreacted towards you.

Priscilla: No need to apologize for him. He’s just jealous that you had the hottest piece of ass in your possession.

Godfrey: Oh my! That tongue of yours.

Priscilla (turning key in lock): I thought you liked my tongue. (pushing inside) You certainly did a few weeks ago.

Godfrey (blushing as he puts down the bags): I reckon we did put on a frightful show for them.

Priscilla: That’s nothing. Try coming home and walking in on your seventeen year old son blowing your neighbor’s newlywed son-in-law. (sighing) That was Peyton, my little Satan.

Godfrey (sarcastically): The joys of parenthood!

Priscilla (her phone ringing): Pardon me. (answering it) Priscilla Ashland.

Taylor: Hello, Mrs. Robinson. Guess whose hair I just finished cutting?

Priscilla (to Godfrey): Excuse me. An important call. (moves out the room) Well, did anything happen?

Taylor: Not yet. Too many customers around, but he’ll be back. I gave him several free gift certificates.

Priscilla: You conniving, cross-dressing tart!

Taylor: Looks like some old broad has lost her groove.

Priscilla: I’ll have you eating those words.

Taylor (laughing): Make sure that’s all you make me eat. I’m no dyke. Anyway, I think I’m in the lead regarding our bet.

Priscilla: Dream on. I’ll be round tomorrow with details of my night with Vincenzo. Ciao bitch! (terminates the call and goes back into the other room)

Godfrey: Is everything all right?

Priscilla: Not really. One of my friends is going through a rough patch and really needs my company. You know… a shoulder to cry on.

Godfrey (taking the hint): Shall I call on you another time? I’ll ring before unexpectedly showing up.

Priscilla (going over to kiss him): Thank you, Doll.

Godfrey (opening the door): I hope your friend feels better.

Priscilla (once Godfrey has left): Oh, he will. I’ll show that tranny who’s in charge! (goes to the shopping bags, withdraws several bottles of wine, and prepares to leave for Tristan’s West Hollywood apartment)

ESTRELLA’S HOME, BEVERLY HILLS, LATE AFTERNOON

Estrella had been talking with Tristan for nearly two hours, assuring him that she expected nothing financially from him. She only wanted for him to be present in their child’s life. Though apprehensive at first, Tristan soon found himself warming to the idea of fatherhood, reasoning that it would give him opportunity to have an impact on someone else’s life. His own father hadn’t really been in the picture during his childhood. While he had never anticipated this ever happening, he knew of gay men who had biological children. I am a bit too young and handsome to be a dad. I could always tell the guys the bambino is my little brother. I could take him to the park. I hear babies and dogs are now useful tools for cruising. And when he’s all grown, I could pass tips onto him like I did with Vinny. Best of all, no child support and Estrella will surely see to a nanny. This may not be bad after all.

Estrella (her hand on his): You know I had no other choice. I-I couldn’t go through with an—

Tristan: I understand. Like I said, I’m here for you.

Estrella: So next up for discussion is Lamaze.

Tristan: What?

Estrella: Don’t worry. It’ll be fun. All eyes will—as usual—be on us.

Tristan: You really are excited about this.

Estrella: It’s a new chapter in my life. Yes, it’s frightening, but its’ just the kick I need to get my act together. I know what most of your friends think of me.

Tristan: Fuck them!

Estrella: I probably would if they looked more attractive.

Tristan (laughing): You’re too much.

Estrella (sighing): But I was never enough for you. (raising her index finger to caress Tristan’s cheek, staring into his eyes)

Tristan: Bella, you know I’m not like that… we would never—

Estrella (putting her fingers to his lips): Don’t say it. I know. It was business. (moving in to gently kiss his lips) But oh, what a sweet transaction you were. (leaning back against the cushions) At least I have bragging rights. You are the father of my baby!

At that moment, the doorbell rang. Estrella rose to open the door to the presence of Lindsay, applying lipstick and makeup, compact mirror held in her hand.

Estrella: There’s no need for that. I’ve seen you without makeup.

Lindsay: When?

Estrella: I’m your attorney. Need I remind you of your DUI mug shots?

Lindsay: Oh, those… had totally forgotten about them.

Estrella: So what brings you by? I wasn’t expecting you today.

Lindsay: Well, if you were expecting a blonde on your doorstep, she took off seconds ago. She nearly knocked me down.

Estrella: What are you talking about?

Lindsay: Aren’t you going to let me in? Or should we wait for the paparazzi?

Estrella (moving aside for her to enter, closing door): Can I get you something?

Lindsay (entering living room): Water would be fine. I’m sober this round.

Estrella: Oh, Lindsay, this is Tristan. Tristan, I’m sure you heard of the infamous Lindsay Slocumb.

Tristan (shaking her hand): Pleasure meeting you.

Lindsay: I know you from somewhere.

Estrella: Just ask the Debenhams—Dave and Victoria.

Lindsay: They’re so yesterday’s news! (pause) Oh, now I know. You’re Heath’s husband!

Tristan (excitedly): Heath! You’ve seen him?

Lindsay: Yes, silly. We became BFF’s in rehab. I really didn’t want to leave him, but Estrella pulled some strings for my early release for this upcoming gay rights benefit.

Lindsay turned around to accept the bottle of Evian from Estrella. When she turned back to Tristan, he rushed out the room. Estrella worriedly read much in his body language. Leave it to Lindsay to ruin my quiet afternoon with her news.

KYLE’S HOME, WEST HOLLYWOOD, EARLY EVENING

Kyle had finished cleaning the kitchen, Nathan and his mother having left for the hospital. He did feel a little ashamed about the state of his place. He just didn’t care for looking after it. That had always been Heath’s pride and joy. He loved cooking and cleaning. I always said he needed his own show on one of those domestic home channels. Kyle wiped away a tear, trying to push Heath out his mind, an insurmountable ordeal. He still didn’t know Heath’s whereabouts, and his car being found at the bottom of the cliff had only doomed Kyle’s spirits. How can I move on with my life without you in it? I guess I already have…with Bralen. But how serious is that? The doorbell rang. It was Bralen on the other side.

Bralen (chipper): Hey, Lover. (coming into the house)

Kyle: Hi, Bralen. (closing door)

Bralen: Are we alone? (going over to make sure the door is locked this time) I don’t want any interruptions this time. (moves to Kyle, looking in his eyes before giving him a kiss)

Kyle: You don’t waste time.

Bralen: No, sir, I don’t. (kisses him again as his hands move to Kyle’s belt)

Kyle (stopping him before his pants fall to the floor): You know, Bralen, I’ve been thinking about us.

Bralen: Yeah?

Kyle: And I don’t want to rush into this. I really like you and what we’ve got going here, but—

Bralen: You’re just nervous. Let me do all the work. (pulls down Kyle’s undies, his cock coming into view)

Kyle (firmly placing his hands on Bralen’s, preventing him from moving any further): I’m serious. (gently pushing Bralen back, pulls his garments back on) We’re moving too fast. (raking his hand through his hair) Excuse me (rushes out the room).

Bralen (angry expression of defeat on his face, his cell rings and he answers it): What do you want?

Tristan: Not exactly the greeting I expected.

Bralen: Whatever! So is there a reason for your call? You should know I’m over you.

Tristan: I’ve been trying to reach Kyle on his cell. He’s not picking up. Have you seen him?

Bralen: Yeah, I’m over at his place.

Tristan: I guess I’ll tell you the good news. I just found out where Heath has been all this time. He’s in rehab. (hears a strange, muffled sound as Bralen reactively drops his phone on the floor) Hello? Bralen?

Bralen (picking up phone, his hand nervously shaking): Yes, sorry about that.

Tristan: No problem. Would you pass this onto Kyle? I’ll be round there later this evening. Bye.

Kyle (coming into room): Bralen?

Bralen (spinning around, a panicked, stressed expression on his face): Yeah.

Kyle (hands in his pockets): I’m sorry for my behavior just now. I didn’t mean to be so—

Bralen: It’s okay. You were right. We shouldn’t rush into anything just yet. We should just enjoy each other’s company.

Kyle: I’m glad you’ve come round to that understanding.

Bralen (a stab of panic seizing him, the realization that his plan could fail): You know, Kyle, I was thinking we should go away for a day or two. (noticing the look of surprise on Kyle’s face) You know… just a “friendly” road trip to Lake Tahoe. I have a timeshare there. Why don’t you throw something in a suitcase? We could leave out in the next hour. What d’ya say? (effecting puppy eyes) Come on, Kyle, it’ll be fun.

Kyle (melting): Okay. I do need a short vacation.

Bralen (sotto voce as Kyle leaves the room): And I just need a little more time with you.

ST. ANNE’S HOSPICE, RIVERSIDE, CALIFORNIA

The Eels’ “I Need Some Sleep” opens this scene, softly playing in the background as Rodrigo receives the phone call from the hospice. His mother was requesting he be at her side, the tone of her voice very somber. Remembering her appeal of him, he grabbed his car keys and rushed into the other wing of the house, finding Callum and Inga, Edward in her arms, about to leave.

Rodrigo: Mr. Sutcliffe, is everything all right?

Callum (worry on his face): Not really. Edward has a fever again. We’re taking him to the pediatrician. (likewise noting the worry on Rodrigo’s face) Are you all right?

Rodrigo: N-No. It’s my mother. She’s terminally ill. I-I have to go.

Callum (taking his hand): Let me know if there’s anything I can do. (receiving a polite nudge from Inga) We have to go now. (turns away and they depart)

Rodrigo hopped into his car and braved the horrendous Southern California traffic into Riverside, two hours having passed, his mind now a frenzied wreck. He was by his mother’s side within five minutes of parking, his consciousness thrown off by the sickly pallor of her face.

Rodrigo: Mama?

Cora (opening her eyes): Rodrigo, you came. (her bony hand reaching to take his)

Rodrigo: How are you feeling?

Cora (shallow breathing): I-I couldn’t go without seeing you f-first.

Rodrigo: Don’t talk like that, Mama.

Cora: It’s the truth. I haven’t much time left.

Rodrigo: Please, Mama. (reaching over to kiss her)

Cora: W-Where’s Callum? I told you to bring him.

Rodrigo (tears coming to his eyes): He couldn’t make it, but at least we’re together. I love you, Mama. (feeling her hand grow colder)

Cora: I love you, too, mijo. Don’t ever give up on love.

Rodrigo (bringing his lips to her hand, kissing it as tears flow over his cheeks): Don’t leave me, Mama.

Cora: Don’t you worry about me, Rodrigo. I’ve taken care of matters already. You’ll know what to do.

Rodrigo: Mama, please don’t…

Cora: The good Lord is calling me home.

Rodrigo: Noooooo!

With one last shallow breath, Cora Caldozar closed her eyes. Rodrigo let out a resounding wail of grief as he laid his head beside her, his arms moving to cradle her body.

TRISTAN’S APARTMENT, WEST HOLLYWOOD, EVENING

Priscilla, having changed into a looser fitting skirt, arrives at Tristan’s apartment, carrying a bag loaded with several bottles of wine. She knocked repeatedly on the door, smiling at Tristan once he opened it. Tom Jones’ “Sex Bomb” begins playing in the background of the scene.

Priscilla: Is your handsome brother in?

Tristan: No, he’s out. He should be back later. Why don’t you come inside?

Priscilla: Who am I to refuse the request of a handsome man?

Tristan (hearing the clinking bottles): What’s that you got?

Priscilla: Something for my Italian boys (withdrawing the wine). Premium vino!

Tristan: And who am I to turn down gifts from a lovely lady?

He rushed into the kitchen to get the corkscrew and within five minutes he and Priscilla were sitting together on the couch. She had slipped off her shoes and had curled up next to him, purring in his ear, Tristan issuing a hearty laugh as he felt her hands curl around his bulging bicep.

Tristan (taking another sip of wine): You’re too much!

Priscilla (drinking her entire glass of wine in one gulp): I’m like the title of that song “I’m Every Woman.”

Tristan (pouring more wine into his glass): That you are.

Priscilla (leaning on his shoulder): Tell me about your recent trip back home to Italia.

Tristan: What do you want to know?

Priscilla (winking at him): The good and the naughty. What else is there? (pause) Have you ever been to the fashion shows in Milan?

Tristan: I was once a model, you know.

Priscilla (rising from the couch): So you used to shake your little tushy on the catwalk? (shaking her own rear end before launching into several “Vogue” poses that trigger laughter from Tristan) I bet you were such a star. (reaches into her purse to pull out her digital camera and starts taking random photos, the bright flash going off)

Tristan (downing his drink): That was a long time ago.

Priscilla (falling onto couch next to him): Here let me refill that for you. Then you can tell me all about the fun of your youth. (refilling both their glasses)

Tristan: Hey! You make it sound as if I’m old. I’m not!

Priscilla (pinching his cheeks): Neither am I, Sweetheart.

Another hour passed with Tristan telling her about his life in Italy, his short-lived modeling career, and how he became the man of his household, briefly touching on the sexual actions he did to keep his family out the poor house. He told her of Vincenzo, and how he had garnered a reputation for being a playboy. By this point both were tipsy and on the way to full-blown drunkenness, Priscilla holding the camera out at arm’s length to take pictures of them. Tristan laid his head against the couch cushion and exhaled, closing his eyes for a few seconds before he felt a tug on his pants, hearing the sound of his zipper being pulled down.

Tristan: W-What are you doing?

Priscilla: T-Taking a peek at the family jewels.

Tristan (laughing with a grin): Priceless, isn’t it?

Priscilla: Whoa!

Tristan: I get that a lot. (suddenly seeing a flash of light as Priscilla’s digital camera goes off) You just didn’t take a picture of my cock, did you?

Priscilla: You bet your sweet ass I did. (taking him by his hip and rolling him over) Wouldn’t mind getting some of that as well. (spanking his bottom)

Tristan (laughing): Okay now! Behave yourself. (feeling air on his exposed ass as Priscilla manages to pull down his undies)

He let out a laugh as his eyes saw the familiar flash of her digital camera again, this time capturing an image of his firm buttocks. In his intoxicated state, he didn’t have much energy to fend her off, but even she was cackling with a Cheshire cat grin pasted on her face at the devious deeds she had been drunkenly performing. Neither of them had seen Vincenzo enter the apartment with a blond bimbo and quietly go to his room.

Priscilla (finally straightening herself on couch): So what’s new with you? (pouring herself another glass)

Tristan: I’m g-going to be a d-daddy.

Priscilla (taking a gulp of wine): Yeah right!

Tristan: I-It’s the tr-truth.

Priscilla: You mean to tell me you’ve put that sausage in a muffin? (grasps the wine bottle by its neck and drinks the rest of the wine left in it) I guess there may still be luck for the both of us to get it on. (lasciviously winking at him) That reminds me. Where the hell is your brother?

She looked over to see that Tristan had passed out. Once she laid her head against the cushions, she likewise closed her eyes and fell asleep, none the wiser of the loud moans and noises that soon escaped Vincenzo’s room.

HOLLYWOOD HOSPITAL, EVENING

Nathan and his mother had visited Seamus, who was now sleeping soundly in his room. They had gone down to the cafeteria for snacks. It was there that Nathan saw Callum sitting at a table by himself, his head bowed and twiddling his thumbs. Nathan indicated to his mother, who was still deciding on something to eat, where he would be sitting.

Nathan (crossing over to him): Hello, Stranger!

Callum (raising his head, a smile on his face): Nathan! (giving a sigh of relief) I’m so happy to see you.

Nathan (sitting next to him): What’s wrong?

Callum (his hand moving across tabletop to take hold of Nathan’s): It’s Edward. He’s got another fever.

Nathan: Why aren’t you with him?

Callum: He has Inga. I guess you’re here for your father. I came down here for some tea. (gesturing to the Styrofoam cup in front of him) I’m starting to agree with my sister. You Americans really don’t know how to make tea.

Nathan: I didn’t know you had a sister.

Callum (hesitantly): Sh-She’s in university. At Oxford.

Nathan: I bet she’s just like you. I would love to meet her. (squeezing Callum’s hand) Don’t you worry about Edward. He’ll be fine.

Callum (looking into his eyes): You really are an incredible man, Nathan Moynihan.

Siobhan (coming over, instantly noting the connection between them): Nathan, is this one of your friends? (setting down food on table)

Nathan (breaking from Callum’s hypnotic stare): Ma, this is Callum Sutcliffe. (to Callum) My mother, Siobhan Moynihan.

Callum (shaking her hand): Pleasure to meet you.

Siobhan (dubiously): Likewise. (pause) So how do you two know each other?

Callum: We met through Outrunners. Nathan is a fantastic long distance runner.

Siobhan: Yes, it’s one of his greatest passions besides his love for Brendon.

Nathan: Ma!

Callum (sensing the tension): Mrs. Moynihan, is that an Irish brogue I hear?

Siobhan (snidely): Yes, it is. And you’re English, I gather.

Nathan (interjecting before his mother makes some nationalistic remark): Ma’s lived here for over four decades and has yet to lose it.

Siobhan: it’s part of my identity.

Callum (patronizingly): Which is very important. (rising)

Nathan: Are you leaving?

Callum: I should get back to Edward.

Nathan (briefly looking at his mother before he speaks to Callum): We were going to visit Austin. He’s on the same floor as Dad, just a few rooms down actually. I know you two were at odds with each other, but right now he needs all the moral support he can get.

Callum: I’ll think about it. (turning to Siobhan) Mrs. Moynihan, it was a pleasure to meet you. I can see where Nathan gets his charm. (turns to leave)

Siobhan (once Callum has left): I don’t like him.

Nathan: Ma, he’s British. It’s in your DNA not to like him. And I saw how you tried to drive Brendon into the conversation.

Siobhan: I don’t want you getting mixed up with that boy. There’s something about him.

Nathan: Butt out, Ma. This is my life.

Siobhan: I’m sure your father would agree with me about him. (noting the frustration on Nathan’s face) That’s all I have to say. (opens the container to her food and begins slowly eating it)

SEAMUS MOYNIHAN’S ROOM, HOLLYWOOD HOSPITAL

Seamus was sound asleep dreaming when he felt an ominous presence and opened his eyes. There was a visitor in his room, and at first he thought it was a hospital staff person, but he was not wearing white scrubs or anything that indicated such a profession. The man was decked out in expensive casual designer clothing.

Callum: Seamus, so nice of you to awaken for me. (moving closer to him) I’ve waited a long time for this.

Seamus: Who are you?

Callum: I’m a close friend of Nathan’s. My name is Callum.

Seamus: Where is Nathan? Siobhan?

Callum: They’ll be back soon. In the meantime I wanted us to get acquainted before they returned. I’ve heard so much about you.

Seamus: I didn’t think Nathan spoke much of me.

Callum: He doesn’t. I didn’t hear of you from Nathan. (dramatic pause) I heard of you from my late husband.

Seamus (looking at him awkwardly): Husband? You’re one of them?

Callum: By them, I assume you mean gays? Yes, I am. Your homophobia is duly noted, but that didn’t stop you from trying to bleed my husband dry, you greedy bastard!

Seamus: What are you talking about? (taking a deep breath)

Callum: I see your condition has affected your memory. Allow me to assist you. My husband was Lord Gavin Armitage. (noting the look of shocked surprise in his eyes) I see your memory’s back.

Seamus’ breath grew shallower as his pupils dilated. His hand reached out for the button to ring the nurse but it was soon met with the weight of Callum’s own hand preventing it from making any distance.

Seamus: M-Move!

Callum: I promised him I would make your family pay for what you did. You thought you were clever. (feeling the man try to garner strength to have his hand ring the nurse) You’re no match for me. How does it feel to be helpless? I’m sure you had Gavin feeling like that at one point or another.

Seamus: H-He’s gone, and now you’re really worried about the truth getting out. (starts coughing)

Callum: This is all your doing! You started all this.

Seamus (frantically coughing): Y-You could lose everything.

Callum: So now you’re threatening me? What? You think you can get more money out of us. I’ll see you to hell before that happens!

Seamus (eyes rolling back in their sockets, his other hand reaching to his chest): H-Help.

Callum: How do you think Nathan would feel if he knew of your—(suddenly feeling Seamus’ grip relax and hearing the machine sound off, a flat line going across the monitor) I guess you’ll go to hell with that secret. (releasing Seamus’ hand, Callum flees from the room before a team of doctors rush in, eventually unsuccessful in their mission to revive the elderly man)

TO BE CONTINUED…