Episode 1 (Part 2): Stomping Ground

[Luke]

I know in my heart that you're here, but why can't I feel you near me?



I search for the signs everywhere, but I can't seem to see them clearly.







Chris: Here we go again...





There's been so many things I've said to you - and I need to know that you hear me.





Chris: Ah - Florence, Florence, Florence... my love...



Chris: (Snuffles) Now I've reached a new stage in my life... today. I've realized. I've been a bad man, and I've been unfaithful to you. Well... I've... I've always remained faithful but, I couldn't bring myself to come back into this world. I needed to be alone. What Luisa did - it changes nothing. I'm still going to look for her - and the work begins now.



Chris: (Sniffs) I only wanted us to be happy... and sure... we got it but... it was short-lived. I guess... the best die young. The worst have to put up with this world for longer. Maybe this is hell and heaven awaits us all.



Chris: That makes sense...



Malcolm: Good theory, Chris. That's a good theory.
Chris: (Sighs)



Malcolm: I'm sorry, but it's my duty to do this.



Chris: It is not your duty - can't you see I'm having some private time with my wife here!?
Malcolm: She's gone, Chris. Listen to them. She's gone. Move on, for the sake of yourself and others. You will be the better for it.
Chris: No. I'm not listening to this.
Malcolm: It's a no brainer - rightly so, you made the first step by getting out of your home this morning. A round of applause for an Osborne.
Chris: Fuck off, Malcolm. I... I can't bring myself to believe in you, but I believe in you anyway. This is a dream, right?
Malcolm: I can't give the answer to that.
Chris: Nonetheless, none of this is real. Neither are you.
Malcolm: If I'm not real, then who am I? Hey? If I'm a ghost, who am I a ghost of?
Chris: Ironic of you to bring this topic up in a graveyard...
Malcolm: No, Chris. You brought it up.



Chris: Are you trying to help me, or are you trying to fuck with me?
Malcolm: No, I'm not trying to fuck with anyone. Currently, I haven't got my dick out. No, sorry.
Chris: Funny man, you. Now - I've been blessed with your presence again, I've been reminded that you're still here. Now give me and Florence some time together, please? That's all I ask.



Malcolm: You're not grasping this - she is not important now.
Chris: TO HELL WITH YOU SHE'S THE MOST IMPORTANT THING TO ME! THAT'S WHY I'M DOING THIS!



Malcolm: No... no. It's not. You want to go back home.
Chris: This IS my home. This is Lystow.
Malcolm: But not the Lystow you know of. This is 1968 - not the present day.
Chris: I know. But when you love someone... you can't just leave them. I haven't got much left to live for other than winning my battle against that bitch who put Florence in this grave right here.
Malcolm: Then win this battle and see if there is anything left to live for. When you move on - nine times out of ten you find a new purpose in your life.
Chris: But not ten out of ten. I guess that's why this is the recipe for disaster.
Malcolm: You're going to die if you're not careful.
Chris: I'm probably dead already. What difference does it make if I try!?



Malcolm: A lot.
Chris: Yeah, whatever... in fact... I know what this is. You've came to tell me that, like Florence, I should accept defeat but maybe - I'm worth more than this. My place is in heaven and not on Alterra.
Malcolm: You are entitled to be anywhere you please, Chris.
Chris: No, no. I won't believe that for one second. Maybe I shouldn't be here.
Malcolm: So you want to let Luisa win?
Chris: As far as I see it... I've already lost.



Malcolm: Fine. Be that way. But just remember the oath you pledged to Florence. Here. She's all yours. Do with what I said as you will.



















Chris: Ah, I suppose it's a good thing that I didn't want a haircut because there isn't a soul here...



Penelope: Oh, now I think there is. Penelope Hansen. You must be Chris Osborne?
Chris: Indeed. That is I.



Penelope: Good. Now I hear you want to do some business, is that right?
Chris: I believe so.
Penelope: You are with Mr Davies of course?
Chris: Hmm?
Penelope: Tommy Davies.
Chris: Thomas Davies. Yes, but of course.
Penelope: Ha, good. You had me worried for a second there that we had a traitor. Hrmph... you will soon learn what happens to traitors...



Penelope: Let's shake on this. I hope this is the start of something good...
Chris: Likewise...



Penelope: OOH! Too slow!



Penelope: HAHA! Your face! You should see it in the mirror... your reaction to that... hey, I'm a fun girl.



Chris: Ha, definitely.
Penelope: So, I guess we should go downstairs and get what you came for?
Chris: Downstairs?
Penelope: Yes. What do you think we do? Store our morphine in hairspray canisters? You are very much mistaken!
Chris: ...





Tommy: Frida - can I just reiterate the point that... you and your services, they are doing us a great favour.
Frida: Hmmm... I can't wait to see what you have in store for me lover-boy...
Tommy: Filthy cash turns me on, but not as much as a filthy girl... but then filthy cash accompanied with a filthy girl - that's on a whole new level.



Frida: You're such a charming boy, Tommy. Take me to Gilmoure one day like you said, won't you?
Tommy: With pleasure. I always imagine us holding hands on the pier... (whispers) knowing that we are financially safe for the rest of our lives, baby...
Frida: Hmmm...! (giggles)



Penelope: Here we are...!



Chris: ...



Frida: Penny darling... and... ooh, my word... such a handsome man!
Tommy: ...
Chris: ...
Frida: Who is this, sis? I guess you've both met?
Penelope: Of course we have. Frida, this is Chris, the partner to Tommy here.
Frida: Pleasure to meet you, Chris.
Chris: (Nods gently)
Penelope: And Chris, this is my sister Frida!
Chris: Ah, splendid...



Frida: Well being a bit more joyful wouldn't hurt... you look uneasy. Is everything ok, munchkin?
Tommy: I'm sure he's fine, Frida. He's just had a rough week.
Frida: And I'm sure that it's nothing we can't mend!





Frida: Anyway... welcome to paradise. Who'd have thought it hey? Surely home to some of the best drugs in town - and it all goes on under a barber shop.



Frida: Ah, we even get more punters that actually come here for a haircut! Would you believe that? So many people have been seen entering this building that people are lead to believe that we're actually good hairdressers. I reckon we are - but it's no match for our underworld drug organization. Funnily enough, I've always imagined an 'underworld' gang to be underground... that much is true.





Frida: I'm lead to believe it's true that you want to buy something from my shop... I admire the fact that you want to make profit and so, as a friend of ours, we offer you a discount so that to whoever you're selling to - you're still guaranteed a good profit.



Frida: Penny love, I've only managed to count four test tubes... what did you do with my fifth?
Penelope: It's been left to dry. I cleaned it out earlier.
Frida: Was that the... (whistles)... tube?
Penelope: Oh yeah.
Frida: Sorry boys, it's too confidential that even friends like yourselves are not elegible to know. This is strictly between Penny and I...



Frida: Well... I have the tools...



Frida: And with those tools I can get you some extracts of eucalyptus...



Frida: I could make you some tranquilizer...



Frida: Or could I offer you... mama's little secret...?



Frida: So, Chris - what's it going to be?
Chris: I think I'll leave this decision down to Tommy...
Frida: Oh no. Tommy came here to assist you.
Chris: Did he?
Frida: Yes... the choice is entirely down to you my love. Who's the lucky guy?
Chris: Erm...
Tommy: The guy goes by the name of Boubacar.
Frida: Boubacar? Hmm... doesn't ring a bell to me.
Chris: ...
Frida: Come on Chris... I don't bite (chuckles)... well I do but, not just now. Not right here. You're going to have to make a decision big boy!



Frida: You better be here for a good reason, honey. Don't show your friend Tommy up like this, pal. He ain't a nice guy when you uncover his dark side.



Frida: I wonder if Penny has also explained to you what happens to traitors? You knew you were coming today right? This is legitimate to you, yes?



Chris: Hey, well... none of this is legitimate but I guess that's what makes us our fortune, right? Of course I'm in!
Frida: Good boy.
Tommy: (Chuckles) Ha, I think he's just flabbergasted! Chris began small-time, and now he's taking the next step. I don't think he's ever seen so many drugs in one room!
Frida: You bet. But only the finest stuff.



Tommy: Frida here learnt all the chemistry from her stepfather. Would you believe it!? She was home-schooled here. Everything happened here.
Frida: You're damn right. Mother ran the shop, and my stepfather was the chemistry teacher. But they never sent me to school. We considered ourselves too superior for public schools but too poor for a boarding school. My stepfather was my father, to be honest with you. My father left the country and he fled to Hang Che with his fling, we believe. I hope he's dead.
Chris: Hmmm... I'm sorry to hear of your tricky childhood, Miss Hansen.
Frida: Please, just call me Frida. But no - I wouldn't say it was a tricky childhood. I had everything I needed. It just proves that school isn't best for every soul.
Chris: Indeed.
Tommy: Come on then, time's ticking...



Chris: I have no idea - I'm simply spoiled for choice.
Frida: I won't keep taking that as a compliment for much longer, Chris. Choose wisely, but choose soon. I have more clients waiting.
Chris: Fine. Then we'll go with the pills.
Frida: You mean... mama's little secret!?
Chris: Yes...
Tommy: Way to go, Chris...
Frida: I'm sure Boubacar will be a very happy man with this.
Tommy: Ah, don't worry about that. He is already.



Rod: With Chris back, I reckon things can get back into full swing. He wants this, right?
Isaac: We began long before his return. Think of all the new folk we've dragged in.
Rod: I suppose...
Isaac: We could've got on with this long before Chris' return. But now we've got Victor leading, things have to be to his liking.
Rod: Hey, don't blame him. He's the best thing that's happened to Lystow CID in a long time.
Isaac: Oh sure, you would know. You haven't been here long enough to know the true ins and outs of this place.
Rod: I would say McPherson was a big in and out. Thank heavens he's out forever.
Isaac: Yep.
Rod: ...
Isaac: You seem kind of agitated today, Barker. Is everything alright?
Rod: It's just... Wayne, you know. My brother. I promised him we'd find a solution for him. It's been six, nearly seven months...
Isaac: If you make the effort to show him you care, maybe that'll drag him off that life of crime he endured in prior to all of this.
Rod: You know what? That's what I'm going to do.



Isaac: Well, steady on Rod. I didn't mean just now.
Rod: No. He deserves to know I still care - regardless of the time or place we're currently at.



(Phone rings)



Rod: Wayne? Listen, it's your brother again. It's been a while. I've just rang to see if you're alright.



Wayne: Ah, dear brother. Well, am I alright? Do I sound alright? I can still breath, I haven't lost any limbs, I can eat, I can shower. I'm fine, thanks.



Rod: Well to be honest I was expecting you to be getting worse. Is prison doing you any good, do you reckon?



Wayne: Is it fuck.
Voice: Hey, Barker. Get off the phone now pal, we have business to clear up!
Wayne: Oh, excuse me... could you just give me a moment? There's something else I need to attend to.



Wayne: What is it now?
Inmate #1: Time's up, cupcake. We had an agreement.
Wayne: Indeed we did.
Inmate #1: We agreed on thirty.
Wayne: Nah, twenty-five. That's what we AGREED on.
Inmate #1: It was thirty. Thirty percent of the cut.
Wayne: That, my friend, is not my problem. Unfortunately, your Karetian pals who you so 'solemnly trust' have placed their stamp on seventy-five percent of the stocks now. So that just leaves me with the remainder.
Inmate #1: You FUCKING what!?
Wayne: It's true.
Inmate #1: I know your game, Barker. You made them think that we were out on the deal just so you could see us lose. Boys, I think you'll agree with me - we're not having it.



Inmate #1: We are most definitely not having it...!





Inmate #2: AGH! Son of a bitch!



Inmate #1: Seriously, Wayne!? Is this what twenty-five percent means to you!?



Inmate #1: Fuck... you...!
Wayne: Grr...!



Inmate #1: Ok, ok! I'll drop the knife ok!? We can still do a deal on twenty-five, right? Sell us that stake, Barker. Sell us it. I swear we won't bother you again. I swear.



Inmate #1: No, no...!



Wayne: I've had so many people make promises to me they could never keep. I COULD PUT MORE TRUST IN A FUCKING SPLIT CONDOM!
Inmate #1: No, no, no! Not the electrics! PLEASE!



Inmate #1: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!
Wayne: Oh, better not complete the circuit...



Wayne: Hmm, toasted.



Inmate #3: Do you realize what you've done now!?
Wayne: What?
Inmate #3: You're going to set them off now, Barker. You've only just gone and set them off. Trust me - when they hear about this... THAT'LL be the end of you - and THAT'S a promise.
Wayne: I appreciate your honesty, but I think I'll be able to judge for myself when it's all over.



Wayne: Au revoir.
Inmate #3: AGH! SHIT!







Wayne: You... lot... aren't half... exhausting... (exhales)





Wayne: Wayne's daily dose of a prick plethora. Eh, I'm sure it's keeping more and more spaces vacant.



Rod: I could hear a lot of screaming... and groaning there? Is everything alright?



Wayne: Ah, things are just perfect now. This is my stomping ground - I must use that to my advantage. Literally.



Rod: What does that mean...? In fact, actually I don't think I want to know. I'm glad to hear everything's ok. I'll be coming to visit you soon.



Wayne: Alright, well I'll look forward to it. I think the rest we'll save for later, I'm going to dash.





Rod: Goodbye brother... uh, oh... he's gone already.
Isaac: Is he ok then?



Rod: Well, ok in the way he described it - alive and breathing that is.
Isaac: I dread to think what all of those former associates of Cardenas are making of him in there. It must be torture.
Rod: Which is why I intend it to be short-lived.
Isaac: Although we can't deny that he's done some bad things. Come on Rod, you know he deserves everything he gets in there.
Rod: Everything!? No, not everything. He's my brother. It's a good thing to at least put a remote bit of faith in him, Isaac.
Isaac: Whatever you do make sure it's not too much - his pitiless antics may bite back and I suspect you're going to be left very unhappy.



Rod: You won't get anywhere in life with that pessimism...
Isaac: I don't intend to. You know, I wish I was more like some of you guys, but with age you'll soon realize that you're not going to have it easy, especially in this place.
Rod: I've been here for four years. Already this work is pushing me over the edge.
Isaac: That's why we like them young, to save them a few years.
Rod: (Sighs)
Isaac: And let's not forget in all of this - you and Felix are in a competition to get a promotion.
Rod: And a promotion just makes things harder...
Isaac: If you're good enough for the promotion then you've obviously got the skills to fight. You wouldn't get that promotion if we didn't know you were good enough for it.



Isaac: Woah, hang on a minute, look who it is!



Vincent: Talk about long beaches. Bugger, my legs are killing me...



Isaac: Come here Vince, it's good to have you back.
Vincent: Likewise.
Isaac: What?
Vincent: Well, you know... to have this place back.



Isaac: So how was Nochtia?
Vincent: It was brilliant thank you Isaac.
Isaac: You've been here a few months and that soft bastard's letting you out of work already? You're a lucky man, Vince.
Vincent: I don't think so.
Isaac: Oh but it's true - you're married, you have a child. Life's good. I'm glad you took a holiday. You've worked well since you've been with us.
Vincent: Well, little Arthur won't be so happy now that I'm back.



Vincent: Rod...
Rod: Ah, Vincent. This is it, man.
Vincent: What is?
Isaac: I guess you haven't heard the news yet...
Vincent: What news?



Tommy: My goodness, Chris. You should've seen yourself back there. You were a prick.
Chris: I have no idea what you're trying to achieve here, Tommy.
Tommy: We're flogging this shit to Boubacar so we can get to know him better. With that waxwork we found in his back garden earlier along with the Del Bosque bastards - it's clear that Boubacar's getting into bed with them. Can't you see the opportunity in him?
Chris: I guess but - having the possession of drugs? This doesn't add up.
Tommy: Trust me, Chris. It'll be fine.
Chris: I've lost hope in you already, Tommy. As soon as anyone who I barely know asks me to put their trust in them I immediately throw in the towel.
Tommy: Don't give up. I have the contacts, I'm your last hope. I need this job and the police need me. I'm telling you!
Chris: I still don't understand. What's with you knowing so much about Frida and Penelope? You seemed to feel quite comfortable around them... especially when I walked in.
Tommy: Look Chris - calm your tits. It's all part of the game plan. Can't you see I'm using them!? It's for the greater good. That way we can get discounts.
Chris: Getting discounts though tells me that you're a regular customer of theirs... no?
Tommy: ...
Chris: You are, aren't you?
Tommy: I'm not buying them for me. I'm buying them for 'friends'.
Chris: Oh, I get this. You're there to pass on the baton? Doing favours? You're a dealer, Tommy. There ain't no hiding it.
Tommy: It's all part of the plan.



Chris: WELL THAT AIN'T FUCKING GOOD ENOUGH! Bent cops... I'm surrounded by them!
Tommy: I'm NOT bent! Here, you chose these, so you keep them...
Chris: I'm not keeping THAT! Who do you think I am? My idea of policing is on the complete opposite scale to your form of policing!



Tommy: When you hear what's really going on, Chris. You'll thank me for it.
Chris: You'll tell me what's going on now. I have everything I need to inform Victor and I will go there in a heartbeat! It works out perfectly.
Tommy: What!? That I'm a dealer!?
Chris: You are!
Tommy: Alright! Ok! I'll tell you!



Chris: Go on.
Tommy: I'm recieving money from the Marvegan DEB.
Chris: Who?
Tommy: The Drug Enforcement Bureau. They're supplying the cash - I'm supplying the drugs. Slowly but surely we're going to disband the Hansen drug empire.
Chris: But... I don't understand... why would they pay you to do it? Why are they over in Denland?
Tommy: They suspect that the Hansens have previously supplied Marvegan diplomats that have stopped by in Lystow. They're going in for the kill Chris, and we're their enforcers.
Chris: No, the DEB agents are the enforcers. We're the guinea pigs. I'm telling Victor. We can't be doing other people's dirty work.
Tommy: Victor already knows and approves of it.
Chris: (Sighs)
Tommy: Look - it works for us and it works or the DEB. Eventually, the only people it won't work for are the Hansens.
Chris: How can they afford this though?
Tommy: Honestly Chris - scientific facilities will pay the DEB double to get their hands on the drugs. They know the Hansens are some of the best in Ryone for this business, of course they want to know how they do it. It's been like that for years - the Marvegans always wondering how the Ryonites fucking did it.
Chris: ...
Tommy: Take the drugs just this once, Chris. Please. We have the DEB on our side if we get into bother.





Felix: Decided to show up have we, Chris?
Victor: Ah, Chris! I'm glad you showed up! I've got some people I'd like you to meet!
Chris: Oh, I didn't realize so many people were in here...
Victor: This is Detective Sergeant Vincent Hopkins. He arrived around about the new year.
Vincent: Pleasure to meet you.
Chris: Likewise, Vincent.
Victor: Also, these aren't strictly our possession but... you're going to see a lot of them from now on.



Victor: Allow me to introduce you to INTERFED agents Ilyana Golovkin and Rory Terrence. They're here for a very special reason today, they were just about to say what that was.
Chris: Hi guys.
Ilyana: Good evening, Chris.
Rory: Howdy, Christopher.



Tommy: Excuse the funny accents, Chris.
Chris: We're going very multi-national I see. We've certainly made a lot of friends while I've been absent.
Tommy: Marvegans and Swanthians? Friends? You should see these two. Like an elderly married couple. They have more enemies than they have friends.
Chris: Yes, and so do I.
Ilyana: I know all about it.
Chris: Really?
Tommy: We know everything.
Ilyana: Being a Swanthian native and having contacts in high places like we do at the INTERFED, I can tell you that we've had a breakthrough - we've found Ivan Zharkov.
Chris: I beg your pardon?
Ilyana: He's been arrested and is in our custody and is recieving intensive questioning from our people over in Vestograd.
Chris: Good.
Ilyana: I'm afraid though that Rocco Mendez is still at large somewhere and there isn't the slightest hint of where he could be. Our people understand that the plane which left Lystow International on the day of your wedding was the one that touched down in Swanthia. We couldn't get to Zharkov or Mendez initially since our man there was leaving the airport after his flight from Abbeyway, and we could only manage to track down Zharkov after.
Chris: But what about Luisa Santiago?



Ilyana: Ah, yes. This is the best part. I didn't mention her because, well... she simply just wasn't spotted leaving the plane with them.
Chris: What does that mean?



Tommy: Means Santiago's still here.



Chris: But couldn't she have left any other day? You cannot guarantee that she's here.



Tommy: True, but the fact remains - she didn't leave on that plane. She could've been stopped if you knew where she was hiding...



Chris: Oh no... no, no, no...
Victor: (Exhales) Well - I guess this is it then. This is the team... and the work begins now.