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…