Episode 1 (Part 1): Kevin Spacey Waxwork

[Luke]

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Evil Born Evil
Series: 04
Episode: 01
Written by: Luke Enfield
Produced by: Crimson Media
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AGE RATING: 15+
CONTAINS: STRONG LANGUAGE, STRONG VIOLENCE, BLOOD, UPSETTING SCENES



There was one man.





His name was Chris Osborne.





And this day...





... was the day that it had all came down to.



Isaac: I blew it... I fucking blew it. I brought this on myself.
Rod: Well, we don't know that yet...
Felix: How did you know!?
Isaac: I went to their house. I remembered the place. I found it. Ian sent us there when Rocco was released. To keep us busy... I don't know. They were leaving today. They actually used Ian, waiting for today as the wedding... so that they could strike Chris when the time was right.
Felix: Oh, that poor girl... that poor, poor, girl...



Victor: I guess she's heading to the airport!?
Chris: Oh... where else? Let's just get this over. Kill her. I don't care if I weep... just to get revenge will make me feel so much better. Florence would be looking down on me already.



Kiefer: She'll be happy now. She got happiness on Alterra. She finally did. Even though she's... not here... (snuffles)... you still both did it Chris. You did it. You fucking married my girl.
Chris: (Snuffles) And she's happy in heaven...
Kiefer: She always wanted to be with her mother... and she's finally there. She did it, Chris. You both did it. You made her more than happy. I couldn't be more grateful...







Victor: This is it guys... this is it!
Kiefer: I can see the car!



Rod: Anyone there?
Isaac: Oh... there's nothing there.
Kiefer: She... she's gone!?
Felix: Surely she's not...?
Isaac: She's gone. I'm sorry.





Chris: Oh... fuck. But I'll get her, Florence. (Swallows)... you watch me.



Chris: You keep a close eye on me up there Florence, won't you!?



Chris: I'll get her... just you watch. We will win... we can still do this... TOGETHER FLORENCE! YOU HEAR ME!? TOGETHER!



Luisa: (Chuckles gently)... I wouldn't bet on it.





Landlord: Mr Davies, we need to talk.
Tommy: Damn and blast... oh well... yes, I know. Someone has always something in for me.
Landlord: Eh no no no, you do not have to feel that way, my friend.



Tommy: I feel like the neighborhood cat, and I'm surrounded by dozens of neighborhood dogs. Being Cohnarite, I remember that well as a wee boy. It's a dog-crazed country, it still is. Boy... I came across some dogs in that country, and let me tell you Enrico - not all of them had four legs.
Landlord: Please... Mr Davies. What can I do for you already? I can see that it is eating away inside of you, brother. You need to release it.
Tommy: Nah. I'm fine. I just want what is good for me, you know? I often ask myself if I'm in the right position to progress - and more cases than not that's the position I'm in - the wrong one.
Landlord: Listen to me Mr Davies, you are being too hard on yourself.
Tommy: No, I'm a self-obsessed prick...
Landlord: ... well, yes... but that may not strictly be your fault.
Tommy: How come?
Landlord: Well... it's a good asset to have - to sell yourself.



Tommy: What are you talking about? I want to meet my employer...



Landlord: It's safe to say you sold yourself pretty well.
Tommy: Oh yeah?
Landlord: Oh yeah. He's here.
Tommy: Him?
Landlord: Him. He's been here for a while now, Mr Davies. Now, forgive me if I'm wrong, but... I reckon that he's ready for you.
Tommy: ...
Landlord: Come on.





Landlord: Ok sir, I have Mr Davies here for you...



Landlord: Erm... sir?









Tommy: Detective Superintendent Hobbs, it's an outright pleasure...



Victor: Davies. Are you ready to get down to work?
Tommy: With pleasure, Hobbs. With absolute pleasure.

[INSERT OPENING CREDITS HERE]



The year was now 1968, so things had moved on. Lystow seemed to move on, too.







Felix: This is the place, yeah?
Isaac: Absolutely, mon ami.



Felix: I can't believe it... Osborne's house! With so much expensive furniture, I can't wait to see how much of it has been smashed in the wake of his grief!
Isaac: Stand in line, Tanner. Don't be saying things like that about Chris or I'd take us back to that casino in a heartbeat.
Felix: You seriously want to go through all that again!? Man, that was exhausting...



Isaac: Alright. I guess it was.
Felix: Impeccable garden, Osborne. What does he do for a living again?



Isaac: The home belongs to Pierre Voclain. He's a Maulinian chap who flaunted in the mafia. The police, thanks to Victor, put him under witness protection. As if it wasn't corrupt enough already...





Pierre: Ah... well look who it is! If it isn't Mr Know-It-All Noble! How very noble to take it upon yourself to side with Ian.
Isaac: We've put that behind us now, Pierre. If I hadn't made it history then I wouldn't be doing this. I'd be rotting in prison.
Pierre: You can't afford to cock up this time, you know?
Isaac: Damn straight I know, Voclain.
Pierre: Now what do you want?
Isaac: Is Chris in?



Pierre: What kind of a question is that!? Of course he's in. He's been in pretty much all year. Six months, Isaac. Six months. Maybe there's the odd visit to the grave, but... I can't say he gets out that much.
Isaac: Well I'm going to get him out of this house even if it kills me. Now come on, where is he?
Pierre: Ah - don't you expect to just walk into my house like that after what you did!
Isaac: (Sighs)
Pierre: I was going to say I'd make this young chap here an exception - but his piercing stare is aggravating me... tell him if he stares at me a second longer I'll throw him to the ground.
Isaac: Hey, that is my work colleague you're talking about there...
Pierre: To hell with work. I'm done.
Isaac: Yes well Chris won't be saying that when I tell him the situation we've got on our hands. He'll be begging to come back if you don't let him. You know how much he wants this.
Pierre: Wants what?
Isaac: To see Luisa wiped from the face of Alterra.
Pierre: ...
Isaac: Now please step aside and let us in...
Pierre: He's in the garden stable.
Isaac: Thank you.



Chris: Agh... Toby would you please stop shitting!? Fucking animals...! Fucking...!



Isaac: Sorry Chris, this isn't a bad time is it? You seem to have got yourself into some 'deep shit'...
Chris: Isaac? Felix...? What are you doing here? Who let you in?
Isaac: Pierre. Don't worry - he understood.



Chris: Understood what?



Isaac: You coming back to work.
Chris: What...? When?
Isaac: Right now.
Chris: But... you can't do that.
Isaac: Pierre understood us Chris because he understands your case. You're doing this for Florence.
Chris: Leave her out of this!
Isaac: Oh no, Chris - you swore to her that you would kill Luisa. You swore... and now you're just going to weaken yourself shovelling shit and doing the laundry!? Look at yourself, man - you need help!
Chris: Get out of here Isaac before I warn Pierre.
Isaac: Pierre doesn't admire you for what you're doing. He wants you to get out of the damn house. This isn't your damn house - you're a tenant. You need to at least get out and see the world. Look! It's a beautiful day!



Chris: I'm not keen on seeing the world right now, Isaac. Not after what it's done to me.
Isaac: You don't seriously want to give up? Florence would be turning in her grave right now I bet - knowing that you aren't prepared to get justice for her. Poor, innocent Florence is killed by Ivan Zharkov on orders from Luisa Santiago. You're just going to let her get away with it?
Chris: Luisa's gone now... Isaac. She's gone.
Isaac: She may be gone - but where?
Chris: I hope she's dead.
Isaac: (Sternly) No you don't - you want her alive so you can have her all to yourself. Yeah, that's right.



Felix: I think we've done all we can, Isaac...
Isaac: ... just, just... Chris. You wanted this, ok? You wanted it. Please don't let everyone else fight your cause. Remember - nothing worth having in life comes easy. You've got to go out and get it...
Chris: ...







Chris: Alright... FINE!



Chris: I... I'll come back.



Isaac: Seriously?
Chris: Yes, seriously. You're right. I need to get out of this mess. This isn't making me feel better, especially knowing that I'm letting down Florence...



Isaac: Good. Felix - make sure you've got room for Chris in the motor. We're going back to HQ.





Felicity: Cassandra's done nothing all day but file things and make sure things are in working order.
Miranda: Well, I think that you should take a leaf out of her book instead of whining on about the way this place is run...
Felicity: You know Miranda, you're right.



Miranda: Oh, I wasn't expecting you to say that.
Felicity: In all honesty, I think we could run this place. Not let Hobbs or anyone else take over.
Miranda: He's a damn sight more honest and helpful than that Ian McPherson, I'll tell you though. He was such a cold-hearted bastard. Lying about his illness? Here we are thinking he's got cancer yet he's feeding the Blackjacks knowledge and vital information?





Rod: Ah, you know Todd - thanks to you my friend I reckon I enjoy smoking now. It does - when you savour it - take you to heaven. Five minutes of pleasure, I'll tell you.
Todd: Absolutely...



Isaac: Look who I've found...







Todd: Chris Osborne!?
Chris: That's right...
Isaac: Yeah, Burrows - try and go and make yourself useful and bugger off. This doesn't concern you.
Todd: Oh.
Isaac: Yet...
Todd: Ok, ok...!



Rod: Chris, it's been a while. You've got to be over it now?
Chris: Over what?
Rod: The passing of your wife?
Chris: Am I fuck. I'll be over it when Luisa's dead.
Isaac: That's the spirit!
Chris: In fact - no. I will never be over it, because I loved Florence more than I could anyone else.
Isaac: (Sighs)
Rod: You'll have to learn to move on though Chris, you know that?
Chris: How can I just turn on someone I've loved for so long?
Rod: No matter what happens - she'll always remain in your heart, no?



Isaac: (Sighs) You know what, Barker? Leave it out. I've heard enough about death for one day. Chris is back, alright? We need to sort stuff out.
Rod: You should go see Hobbs.
Chris: Hobbs is here?
Rod: Of course.
Isaac: I suspect he'll be completely shocked?
Chris: Yeah, he left the house this morning having thought that it'd just be another day I'd spend indoors.
Isaac: Alright. If you're ready for it, we'll go in and see him.
Chris: Is the Yaradan Mehzebite? Of course I'm ready for it.



Victor: Look - I can't put a guarantee as to when that will be... his career is on the line here...



Victor: Stay there and monitor the place. Don't let anyone in or anyone out. I'll send someone. Alright...



Victor: Ah - Isaac. Just the man I wanted to see. You've got a job waiting.
Isaac: Yes, and it can wait a little longer because I've got someone for you...
Victor: Have you now?



Chris: Vic...



Victor: Now THERE'S a good lad! Come here, give us a hug!



Victor: I'm so glad to see that you finally took my advice and came back! No more hours spent as the housewife, Osborne... you're back into work.



Chris: I hope.
Victor: What are you talking about? You are! I want to make sure that you're overworked, you need to make up for lost time.



Chris: Great but please - go easy on me?
Victor: Oh Chris - don't you let me give you the impression that we're forcing you to commit to work day in and day out just yet. We'll take things steady, yeah?
Chris: I didn't mean it like that. If you so wish, do overwork me. I've been away for too long. Just don't do anything to hurt my feelings, ok? I'm still in a sensitive state.
Victor: I needn't have guessed.
Chris: I'm doing this for Florence, remember?
Victor: And not yourself? What about after Luisa is behind bars?
Chris: She's not going to prison, Vic. She's going to hell.
Victor: A prison cell in Lystow is a death sentence, Chris... you remember what it was like in there.
Chris: Indeed I do. It's not something I'd like to repeat. But remember an eye for an eye, Vic. She's going to pay for what she did to Florence, and I want to be responsible for this on her behalf.



Victor: Where do you want to start?
Chris: Of course, I want to know where Luisa is.
Victor: You know she's gone.
Chris: That's what I said...
Isaac: Leave me out of this, Chris... this is your problem.
Chris: What happened to loyalty and discretion, Isaac? It fucked right off when it knew that you were in the room...



Victor: Agh, I've had enough of hearing this! Will you stop it!? I don't want you two falling out again - not after the sins you both did.
Chris: (Sighs)
Victor: If you're back, then you're going to need a motor.



Chris: Without a doubt...







Victor: Chris, what seriously gave you the motive to leave the house today? Was it really Isaac's pep talk?
Chris: Of course it wasn't.
Victor: Then what was it then?
Chris: Florence. You know I've let her down by grieving every hour of every day. It's made me into this wreck I am now. I need to get back on my feet.
Victor: Good. Good. That's why we're going to get your car back. We're getting you back to normality.



Chris: Trust me - normality is no good when we get down to it. It's not going to be easy. Santiago is probably hiding in Riberia. We're going to have to make some radical decisions sooner or later.
Victor: Let's not forget Cardenas as well.
Chris: Cardenas is a bonus, alright?
Victor: But he killed Herbert Major. We're getting so much criticism for giving the public the impression we don't give a shit about him anymore. His family is waiting for answers.
Chris: I'm waiting for answers too. I swear I'm not supposed to be here doing this. I'm sure I'm fighting somebody else's cause.
Victor: I don't want to hear this shit again. The year is 1968 - you are Detective Inspector Chris Osborne, and we're taking you back to work.



Chris: ...
Victor: So...?



Chris: So... so what? I mean, look - there she is...



One more piece of the jigsaw is finally being placed... it's now a matter of time...





(Engine starts)

Victor: Is all good, Chris?
Chris: ...

(Engine revs deafeningly)

Victor: FOR HEAVEN'S SAKE OSBORNE YOU LEADFOOT!



Victor: What do you think you're playing at? After all Mick has done for you preserving the Manticon and this is how you repay him!? You know upstairs he has a small infant and a dying wife. Put yourself in his shoes for once, Chris. Do it.
Chris: I can't. It's not possible. My wife's already dead.



Victor: Then give your dead wife some mercy by getting out of here and working before you cause anymore damage... listen here, ok? I was talking about you earlier on the phone - to your new partner.
Chris: What!?
Victor: Seeming as you're back - you can go pay him a visit. He's in Sowma, 42 Brackburne Road. You'll be happy to know we've got a tip-off.
Chris: (Sighs) A tip-off on what, exactly!?



Victor: You'll see. Now be easy on him - he's only been here since February.



Chris: And what if I'm not!? What if I don't like him? He does understand my situation, right?
Victor: Yes, he does. But then again - he isn't expecting you.
Chris: Great...



Victor: You do me proud, Osborne. You do me proud... see you later. I'll be at HQ when you return.



Chris: I need to wake up. I can't pretend this is my home.





Chris: Shit, I HAVE to wake up...



The final piece of the jigsaw has been set - Chris Osborne is back.



But so are his enemies...





Chris: No... no...! It can't be...!



Tommy: Hang on a minute... it... it is! You're Chris Osborne aren't you?
Chris: I don't know... am I!? It feels like they're coming for me, and I don't know who I am anymore.
Tommy: (Chuckles) Tell me about it. I've been asking myself that question for over 35 years - who am I?
Chris: You don't understand. You recognize this car?



Tommy: It's a bog-standard grey Lizana... what more is there to it?
Chris: You don't know... because you wasn't there!
Tommy: No I wasn't. Ha-fucking-ha, Tommy! You're an idiot! You should've been there! My friend, I was banging prostitutes and drowning my sorrows with a heavy scotch in the bar - where I live... just down the road with my old pal Enrico. I could've guessed you were doing that too after the passing of your wife...
Chris: I wouldn't even dream of banging a fucking prostitute, you PRICK! How dare you accuse me of possibly betraying my wife!
Tommy: You know Victor was right about you... you've really struggled to move on. I guess I'm the one who is to show you how.
Chris: (Sighs) This car... alright... it belongs to the syndicate. Well, one of them anyway. But it's not the one I'm looking for!
Tommy: Ah, Luisa Santiago. At large, and you reckon you can REALLY stop her? Do you even know where she is right now?
Chris: Of course I don't know where she is! But SOMEONE does, and I need to find that person.
Tommy: Oooh, big hero hey Osborne!? How very heroic to have landed time in the can sucking your lawyer's cock!?
Chris: I don't have the patience for you already, but quite frankly I'm sick of the sight of blood so I'm going to keep my hands to myself.
Tommy: Really?
Chris: Really. Now let's see what we've got.





Tommy: Woah... shit! Where did you come from!? Put your hands up where I can see them, DICK!

(Silence)

Tommy: COME ON! NOW!

(Silence)

Tommy: Fuck you then!

(Gunshot)



Tommy: Why ain't he fucking dead?
Chris: I don't know... why isn't the fucking dead? Even though, these lot are...





Tommy: He's not real. Ah well. I was fooled. There's always a secret to everything these guys do.
Chris: Really?
Tommy: It seems.
Chris: So why are we here?



Tommy: Ah, standard procedure. Apparently one of your former mates in your previous stomping ground was here not too long ago.
Chris: And what previous stomping ground would that be?
Tommy: The Del Bosque syndicate. I know everything about you and Isaac getting cozy with that fat chocoholic Riberican fuck.
Chris: You seem to know a lot. So who was it?
Tommy: Gay Ray.





Chris: What on Alterra are you doing!?
Tommy: Uncovering the truth no doubt...



Tommy: Yep... I knew it.
Chris: Knew what?
Tommy: Look at the knife. For a start it shocked us both that the chap wasn't real, but I bet you'd never have guessed that the bastard was full of methamphetamine...
Chris: Meth!? Crystal meth!?
Tommy: Oh wow! You've given it a street name, well done you. You must be from the future.
Chris: ...
Tommy: Ah, you know this stuff is really new - it's the latest legal high. Sadly it seems to have found its way into Lystow now...
Chris: I don't believe it.



Tommy: Oh really? Ray never came across as a drug consumer to you?
Chris: I don't know. Shit - I don't even remember. He was probably no doubt a dealer... but a taker? The Del Bosques are takers? Nah. We know Cardenas is addicted to chocolate but certainly in only dealing drugs...
Tommy: So were his other compatriots - Kiefer Hodgson and Wayne Barker. Hrmph, one's the father of your passed wife and one's the brother of Rod Barker. You've clearly got a huge involvement in the Del Bosque gang, Chris. If I was you, I'd use it to your advantage.
Chris: Wayne's in prison.
Tommy: He is - but Kiefer isn't. You pleaded and pleaded that he stayed on the right side of the bars... but poor old Rod who tried his utmost to put some faith in his brother, well now... where's he? He's bloody had it.
Chris: Why the hell is this fake folk stuffed with dope?
Tommy: Dope! That's a good one. You sure you aren't one of these? You'd make a great druglord, Osborne. At least now I know more and more street names so I needn't think twice about arresting someone. If they've mentioned the words 'meth' or 'dope' I can have them locked up in a heartbeat!
Chris: Luisa and Rocco both worked for Cardenas yes?
Tommy: At one time.



Chris: This is big. This is big, I'm sure it is...
Tommy: Well yes it's big. He's big!
Chris: Heaven knows how the §15million evolved.
Tommy: They stole drugs and they stole money so they could start up their own little syndicate. These Ribericans don't stick together like us Cohnarites. Every kid who lived in my street when I was a wee boy was either my brother or sister.
Chris: Wait - it's all coming back.
Tommy: Whoop-de-do!
Chris: The Del Bosque's are notorious for their drug trafficking. It's true. This is just evidence of what they're capable of.
Tommy: Yes, but does this belong to them? Why is the stuff in this fucking bloke and not running through their blood? Why did Ray peg it before I arrived?
Chris: This doesn't explain why these henchmen are dead...
Tommy: What do they matter? I killed them, Chris. They were the only remnants left. I'll kill Ray another day.
Chris: I can't recall any other major henchmen to Marion - that Duncan guy who paired up with Wayne is also out of the equation too, they're both behind bars. Now I know that Kiefer's good.
Tommy: So, your point is...?
Chris: I'm telling you that Ray is the only person who can help us find out Marion's whereabouts.
Tommy: But I thought we cared more about Luisa?





Chris: Yes, we do. But could it be argued that Marion could lead us to Luisa?
Tommy: Share a thought for Herbert Major, the poor old bastard... doesn't that put Marion at the top of the hit list?
Chris: Forget him. The CID has more pressing matters. Marion and Luisa want each other dead no doubt. Luisa has ruined Marion's business. His empire. He was the strongest - until she came along and collected his life earnings.



Tommy: (Sighs)
Chris: How did you even know Ray was here?



Tommy: I saw the cars, didn't I?



Chris: And you said you only saw a 'bog-standard Lizana'?
Tommy: That's what it is. It's like any other but in grey. The colour much reflects the personalities of it's members. Marion's dull, Ray is camp as a row of tents... and let's be honest here, camping is dreadfully boring... Kiefer's just a whimpery sod...
Chris: (Sighs)
Tommy: And then you've got Wayne... his life is dull, well... it certainly is now. The walls are grey - and there's four of them. He'll be spending the rest of his time in those sacred walls I hope.



Chris: We... we need to get this area cordoned off. Have you checked the house?
Tommy: Yes... I have.



Chris: And...?
Tommy: I suspect we've got something fishy going on.
Chris: Why didn't you say?
Tommy: Ah, I wanted to build the suspense.
Chris: There's enough suspense in my life, thank you very much.
Tommy: There wasn't, not with everything so boring at home. Now things are about to get calamitious!



Chris: I don't understand...
Tommy: It's Boubacar who lives here, Chris. I know some dealers, and we're going to get to the bottom of this by getting some 'merchandise' off them and doing business with our old pal. When he gets back... damn... this shit storm is probably going to make him shit - IN DELIGHT!
Chris: You are out of your mind...
Tommy: Well it's not everyday that a waxwork comes stuffed with KILOS of methamphetamine!
Chris: Shit, keep your voice down...



Tommy: I guess we should really get out of here.
Chris: Indeed.
Tommy: Nice to meet you properly anyway, the name's Tommy Davies. But not the first of a kind. Not the second... but the third of a kind. Tommy Davies III is my name - Detective Inspector Tommy Davies III.
Chris: I'm Chris Osborne, but I guess you knew that already.



Tommy: Here's a salute to you, brother. Be down on Hoakes Street at 2pm. I'll be in the barbers. Sorry - we're not getting you a haircut... we're doing business. Ciao.



Chris: (Sighs) First day back... what have I got myself into?