Episode 3 (Part 2): Best Acid Trip Ever Concludes

[Luke]

Chris: Ah-ah! Not so fast! Hands where I can see them!
Thug: Shit!
Chris: How many of you is there?
Thug: Erm... erm - SHITLOADS!



Chris: Let me see for.... MYSELF!
Thug: Agh... oh!





Rod: Grrr... come on! Cover... should be.... SORTED!



Mikael: What in the name of ALL what's FUCKING HOLY is going on!?



Chris: Alright, just hang on in there Barker... we've got them from both ends. Good boy...



Rod: I'M HERE ON BEHALF OF MY BROTHER!

(Gunshots)



Mikael: (Mutters to self) Brother... what? We've got his brother?
Torsten: MIKAEL, WE'RE LOSING GUYS THICK AND FAST!
Mikael: Then risk everything, TORSTEN! WE CAN'T HAVE THIS KIND OF ATTENTION... FROM ANYONE!



Rod: I HOPE YOU'RE ALL GOING TO HELL!



Mikael: (Mutters to self) What's the big deal? Why are we so hated...?



(Gunshot)

Chris: Come on...! HEY, WATCH OUT!



Torsten: That's enough playtime for today, young boy.
Rod: Oh SHIT! PLEASE!
Mikael: TORSTEN! HOLD YOUR FIRE!
Torsten: What!? WHAT THE HELL!?
Rod: I... I...
Torsten: You stay right there, chump. Don't move a muscle!



Mikael: Rrrr... AGH!
Chris: Ugh... oh, shit!
Mikael: Fun's over now, friend! Intruder's never make it out of here alive!



James: CAN SOMEONE PLEASE JUST HELP!?
Chris: AGH OH! Son of a....!



Mikael: Ah, you lost.
Chris: Please, whoever you are just...!
Mikael: Oh don't worry, I need to INTENSIVELY ask you some questions before I kill you.



Chris: Just let me go, please!
Mikael: Ah, that's a different matter altogether... TORSTEN! Walk him over!



Mikael: What do you reckon we should do?
Torsten: The more the merrier, as they say. I'm sure we can have some fun.
Mikael: We're looking at finite spaces, Torsten. Besides, I don't want the hassle. I'm not a nanny.
Torsten: You - yeah, you. Name!



Rod: It's Rod.
Torsten: THAT'S HALF AN ANSWER! I NEED A FULL ANSWER!
Rod: Barker. Rod Barker!
Torsten: Oh, now I see... don't you?
Mikael: I do, Torsten... I do.



Rod: Stop fucking with my brother, it's not right, ok?
Torsten: You probably don't even know a fucking paragraph in this story... we're going to need a whole lot more convincing than that. Mikael, are you fine with this?
Rod: Please, have mercy on me!
Mikael: I'm more than just fine with this.
Torsten: So what now?



Mikael: We need a space for you to stay, Rod. You're going to get used to this place...
Rod: Oh, please don't let it be!
Mikael: Torsten, you see a space?



Torsten: I didn't. But I do now...

(Gunshot)



Rod: That... that was... agh! You had no right to do that to him!
Torsten: He's of virtually no value when we compare him to you.
Rod: Oh, well I'm truly flattered! Thank you so much...
Torsten: Save the joking for later, Rod. Sit down.



Chris: Surely we can negotiate some kind of deal?
Torsten: Not right now, buddy.
Rod: Don't kill him, please.
Torsten: Fortunately for your buddy here Rod, we don't want anymore attention. You've given us enough of that already. Listen to me carefully, ok?
Chris: Y... yes!



Torsten: Mr Detective, you're going to find us something out there that we like, then perhaps we can negotiate a deal. But in the meantime, Mr Barker here is going to be in our possession. Do you understand?
Chris: Absolutely.
Torsten: Don't send anyone in this direction, don't screw this up. If I hear one siren nearby I swear I'll plant a fat bullet in Barker's scull, you hear me?
Chris: Yeah, I hear you.
Torsten: Don't come back unless you have goods. SCRAM!
Chris: Hold on Rod, everything's going to be ok!





There's always something they get wrong, no matter how good you think they are. They just never always succeed...



Felix: Chris, what the hell are you slumping along that thing for? Is... is everything ok!?
Chris: Rod...
Felix: Rod!? Oh, please don't say it!
Chris: I feel so useless...
Felix: He's ok, right?
Chris: I think.
Felix: What's that supposed to mean?
Chris: (Sighs) I don't even know.



Felix: Tell me what the fuck happened, Chris.
Chris: We're fighting these guys and then all of a sudden, I guess... he got caught off-guard.
Felix: Have they got him?
Chris: ...
Felix: Have they!?
Chris: Yes...
Felix: Is he.... is he dead!?
Chris: No, they don't want him dead. They obviously want to beat information out of him, it looks like Wayne's business with them was pretty serious after all.
Felix: Oh man, this shit is fucked. So fucked.
Chris: You're so right.
Felix: How come they let you go?
Chris: Looks like I've got to go out and find a ransom... or Wayne or... something to make them happy.



Victor: Rod!? KIDNAPPED!?
Chris: I'm sorry, Vic.
Felix: He did all he could...



Victor: I don't need your input, Tanner. Go away...
Felix: (Sighs)
Victor: Where is he!?
Chris: Where we went. They have him in a chair.



Felix: What the hell happened to the agent? Did you manage to...
Victor: I don't care about the fucking agent! I want my boys safe and sound! We're going down there now!
Chris: No! He swears he'll kill him if he hears a siren.
Victor: Who is he!?
Chris: Torsten, I think. The main guy is Mikael.
Victor: Surnames!?
Chris: Haven't got them! They're both clearly very angry with Wayne.
Victor: We need to drag that bastard brother of Rod's in again... agh, fuck this! Get out of my sight, THE PAIR OF YOU! GO! I need time alone...



(Knock on the door)

Kiefer: On my way!



Kiefer: Oh Chris? What a pleasant surprise...
Chris: Yeah, hi...
Kiefer: Is there something up?
Chris: Something like it.
Kiefer: Ok, come in.



Kiefer: You want a drink?
Chris: Strong... black... coffee. Please.
Kiefer: Your wish is my command. Have a seat in the lounge.



Kiefer: Well, I hope you don't mind my new living quarters. What with Florence's passing and all, I decided to sell the house and invest it into the boxing ring. What's left went towards this flat. You like it?
Chris: I guess.
Kiefer: What's the matter?
Chris: I feel so guilty.
Kiefer: Please, don't tell me you feel guilty about what happened with Florence.
Chris: It's not that.
Kiefer: Then what the hell is it?
Chris: Wayne Barker's working with some Karetians, or was. They clearly don't seem like his biggest fan right now. We got a tip-off about an agent being tortured by them, so we went there and as a result my colleague is now their hostage.
Kiefer: Man, that's awful. Who was the colleague?
Chris: That's the thing, it's Rod Barker. Wayne's brother.
Kiefer: Damn, they want Wayne dead alright. I presume they're using your friend?
Chris: I'll be surprised if they aren't. The Del Bosque's probably want him dead too. He's drawing attention himself...
Kiefer: How he can do that while in a prison cell is beyond me...
Chris: Well, he's out.
Kiefer: Like... out of prison?
Chris: Yes, out of prison.



Kiefer: What the FUCK has this world came to!?



Chris: I ask myself that question EVERYDAY!
Kiefer: But what do you expect me to do? Agree with everything you've said and done? Who got Wayne out?
Chris: His brother.
Kiefer: Ah, how typical. Why did you choose that prick as your best man?
Chris: That's completely unnecesarry, Kiefer! Don't you dare say that again!
Kiefer: What do you want from me!?
Chris: The Bosques are around, you've seen that. Wayne's going to be first on their hit list when they find that he's out. As for you?
Kiefer: Don't push it!
Chris: Hear me out, Kiefer. That Bosque that came to us the other day, at the boxing ring? They said they came for me.
Kiefer: They?
Chris: Well, him. The henchman. But he died before I could get anymore out of him. Arguably, they could just come and see you anytime if they wanted to kill you, and seeming as I was there, it would make sense that they're there to kill me right?
Kiefer: I'm following...
Chris: But how did they know I was there? What if they don't want us going near each other? What if they think I'm going to ask you for information now that we've turncoated you from those bastards?
Kiefer: Stop scaring me, Chris.
Chris: I'm telling the truth, Kiefer. I think you're in trouble.
Kiefer: Well if I am - then you're coming down with me!



Chris: What have I done, eh!? I'm just looking out for you!



Kiefer: I need time to think, and I can't do that with your drivel pouding in my ears. Shift your arse out of my flat.
Chris: Ok... ok. I'll do as you please.



Kiefer: I won't deny that I think they have a bounty on my head, but I swear, if you're just scaremongering me, I will disown you.
Chris: Harsh words Kiefer but, I'm beginning to be more sure of it.
Kiefer: Don't let Wayne anywhere near me. Don't even mention him. I don't want to be involved with him and his pathetic Karetian love affair. You understand?
Chris: I do. Bye Kiefer.



Kiefer: (Sighs)



Isaac: Well, shit has just well and truly hit the fan. I'm sorry to have been the bearer of bad news, if you consider it bad news that is, but I'm warning you - you're going to lose if you're not careful. We might fall as a result of it, and now, you wouldn't want that... would you?







Isaac: Oi, Chris! Over here!
Chris: What do you want, Isaac?
Isaac: A little chat.
Chris: If you haven't noticed, things are pretty tense now, so make sure it is little.



Isaac: We've been a little separated recently, don't you think?
Chris: That's only because we were used to being partners, or after that, constantly beating each other up and forcing threats onto one another? Now I'm a bit occupied with the Cohnarite dickhead.
Isaac: I know, and my heartfelt condolences go out to you. There are many things I would rather do than partner Tommy, such as shit in my hands and clap.
Chris: Right well, me too. But that's far from the point right now.
Isaac: We need to feed off each other. Even that bright Semoviet agent said so. Ilyana reckons us two are going to win this operation, Chris. We'll be the case closers. We'll be the be all and end all.
Chris: Does she think that?
Isaac: She seemed certain.
Chris: I still don't trust you fully, Isaac.
Isaac: But you trust me more than Tommy right, surely?
Chris: Somewhat... why you ask?
Isaac: I want more trust. You're going to need to trust me in this case. Ilyana's a faithful and honest girl, you know?
Chris: Ilyana... well, I think she is - of course.
Isaac: Exactly. There's a certain word I keep hearing that's lingering around the vicinity. 'Shadows', Chris. Do you keep hearing that word?
Chris: On too many occasions, yes.



Isaac: Well let's put me into the equation, shall we?
Chris: Go on.
Isaac: It's somewhere I don't want to be. It's somewhere I am at the moment.
Chris: But...
Isaac: Ah, wait your turn! Look at those around you. What do you see? You see Tommy, a man you can't trust, who is clearly more destined to stop Marion and fuck that druglord girl, or whatever the hell he wants, yeah?
Chris: I suppose.
Isaac: Rod? You can put your trust in him, but that's hard doing anything now, considering he's with the Karetians. Felix? Well, you know my opinion on him. I'm not his biggest fan, but I don't hate him as much as I used to. Regardless of any relations of his, he won't go out and do something. He'll only do it if he's asked.
Chris: You need to drop your anger with Felix, seriously.
Isaac: Ah-ah! To hell with Felix... what about Victor? You can't honestly say that he's a fit leader, right? Look at him, it's challenging him physically and mentally, he looks like he's about to crack. He makes far less appearances to us all than what he used to. Something's not right there.
Chris: When will you be finished?
Isaac: Vincent. You know him, the young wildcard? There is an answer there that requires no thought - inexperience. So who do you want to trust?



Chris: Absolutely no one. I'm starting afresh, seeing what the INTERFED has to offer me. They're helping me with stuff I'm far more interested in, such as Ivan Zharkov for example.
Isaac: Vic spoke to me, Chris. We're both interviewing him. So it seems that we might spend more time together.
Chris: Oh glorious. Look, Isaac - do I really look like I'm going to grab your hand and skip with you down a hill at the park and over the horizon? Do I look like I want to?
Isaac: If that's our way of kissing and making up, then of course. Let's do it.
Chris: (Sighs)
Isaac: But Zharkov, Chris. Zharkov. This is serious, man. He killed your wife. I mean I know Luisa's mostly responsible for the order, but it was Zharkov's dodgy assassin skills that clearly cost Florence her life.
Chris: I know...
Isaac: What will we do with him when we finish?



Chris: Arrest him, I don't care.
Isaac: Surely, you're not just a little attempted to dispose of him are you?
Chris: Are you suggesting I kill him? It's Santiago who doesn't deserve to breathe. Let Zharkov just live with the guilt of it all. Lock him away and throw away the key.
Isaac: Arguably, that's worse Chris. I say we dispose of Zharkov and lock away Santiago. Zharkov's worthless anyway, I'm sure not many people will be missing him.
Chris: We'll decide when it comes to it.
Isaac: Ah, 'we'! I like it. So you're not just a little bit satisfied that you're doing it with me?
Chris: Over Tommy? Of course. Well... a little bit. But save your joy, just remember that if it was me in charge, I would go in alone to deal with Ivan personally.
Isaac: I completely understand that.
Chris: So am I free to go now?
Isaac: Ah, not just yet!
Chris: Oh... for fuck's sake! What is it now?
Isaac: I was on the phone, just a minute ago... to Wayne.
Chris: And he knows?
Isaac: Yep, he knows.



Chris: Is he upset?
Isaac: Of course not, but surprisingly, he does seem pretty angry. Probably angry more at the fact that he knows the Karetians still want to wrap up some business with him.
Chris: Wait... stop.
Isaac: What is it?
Chris: You're Wayne's messenger aren't you?
Isaac: Messenger?
Chris: I bet it wasn't just Rod's idea to release Wayne was it?
Isaac: (Sighs) Look - he doesn't have enough authority. Of course, someone high and mighty had to nod the head.
Chris: I don't know what to make of this.
Isaac: Oh yeah?
Chris: I can't deny that stepping outside the law to exert it in the current circumstances is pretty much the only option we're faced with.
Isaac: Probably.
Chris: And you've just confirmed to me that those phone calls, even before my wedding... they were to Wayne. You've sympathised with that fucker all along, you would never last under Ian's influence after all.
Isaac: No. I was actually upset when I found out. But I do think Wayne's a breath of fresh air.
Chris: Ha!
Isaac: I'm going to ensure him and Rod will reconcile, and then we'll use the bastard as muscle. We could do with a guy like him.
Chris: You're brimming with shit, Noble. But you know what!? I don't care anymore...



Chris: ... I think we need to talk more after all.
Isaac: We really are partners, Osborne. Your pathetic placeholder is waiting for you at the Hansens' hairdressers.



Penelope: Are you sure you like it? You don't want me to make any changes do you?
Man: No, I don't think so.
Penelope: You don't think so?
Man: I mean, of course. But I can't help but think that even in this denial I'm in right now, deep down, I know I look like a Sarbodian lesbian.



Penelope: Don't be so silly, I think I've done a great job.
Man: You have, really... don't be upset. I just have shit hair.
Penelope: Well we all feel like that. Chris... you don't think Geoff here looks like a Sarbodian lesbian do you?



Chris: Well, of course not...
Penelope: There you go, what did I tell you? We all get self-concious, Geoff!
Chris: ... I think he looks like a Semoviet lesbian.
Penelope: For heaven's sake Chris! You idiot!
Chris: Got to speak the truth, right?
Man: Aye, never mind...



Penelope: Want me to fit you in too? I've got a few minutes left.
Chris: Before what?
Penelope: Closing time!
Chris: Unfortunately for you, it's closing time now. Get your skates on miss, it's time for business.
Penelope: (Giggles) Charming. You know where to go.
Man: And this man's renting out Denevian lesbians...
Penelope: She's my sister, GEOFF!



Frida: You haven't even done half of the things you'd imagine to do with me, right?
Tommy: Right.
Frida: Are you excited for more?
Tommy: Maybe...



Frida: Looks like we have more time to kill, especially as your colleague is clearly in no rush neither.
Tommy: But that's not a good thing, is it?
Frida: Think of it how you like, just stick your fat tongue in my trap.



Chris: I'm beginning to worry about you two.
Penelope: That's two of us, Chris. Why would you want to do it in this place? It stinks.



Chris: Oh, absolutely. And the floor as well... just... why?
Penelope: It's not desirable in the slightest.



Frida: Hmm... forgive me sister but what I smell is money. There's nothing more of a turn-on than the fresh smell of cash.
Penelope: Yeah, and what cash? We've got to shift this stuff first before we think of switching abroad.
Tommy: Switching? Are you considering to continue this line of work?
Frida: We'll do this until we get fed up and rich enough, Tommy boy. What are you talking about anyway, with the 'you'? You mean us? WE!?
Tommy: I guess so.
Frida: Hrmph, let's make sure Chris gets a good going over, I wouldn't want to put my life's trust in this fella who was new to me not so many weeks ago.



Chris: This pathetic excuse of a human being is my partner, we're like glue. We're practically made for one another.
Penelope: That's good enough for me.
Tommy: Absolutely. Surely you agree, Frida?



Frida: You know there's a lot more to trust than that, people. As you're about to find out. A Zerkenarian aristocrat made me think I could trust him, but he sold our merchandise and profited. I'm all for business, but we're not going to achieve our aims if we're going to be outsourced like that. He's at Brixa Park in Sowma. Bright clothing, turban, usually sits alone... I think. Bring him to me, and don't let him get hurt. I want to unpurify that bastard properly.









Tommy: Forgive me, but did I actually hear right what you were saying back there?
Chris: And that is?
Tommy: 'We're partners'. 'We're practically made for one another'. I was flattered, Chris.
Chris: Oh yeah? Well I'm sorry to report that it was all part of the gameplan.
Tommy: Ah, fuck you Chris. I needn't have guessed that you were full of shit back there.
Chris: We should both be full of shit whenever we're in there. Well, I hope.



Tommy: What are you insinuating, Osborne?
Chris: I'm insinuating that you might be becoming one of them. You seem comfortable around Frida, it's not good.
Tommy: You seemed pretty comfortable talking to me like that. It's just one of those things. Girls are much easier to become accustomed to. Who taught you to drive?
Chris: A woman?
Tommy: And would you have preferred a bloke?
Chris: Not really...
Tommy: You've just proved my point.



Chris: This undercover stuff is just...!
Tommy: I know, and it'll all come to an end, and we'll have to live with the consequences, I know. Well, I say 'live', we probably won't be living when they find out our secret, but it's a risk I'm willing to take. You?
Chris: Bring it on... (sighs)
Tommy: Ok, let's get this shit done and dusted.





Tommy: Bright clothing, you see any?
Chris: I'm in Lystow, I see dull grey suits. You?
Tommy: I see rats.
Chris: What!?



Tommy: What the hell? This is a clean public park, or it usually is.
Chris: Relax, it's pretty clear what the matter is. Our Zerkenarian pal is clearly attracting them.
Tommy: Good point.



Tommy: Let's just get as far away from here as possible. Let's head to the fountain.



Tommy: Want to toss a goldvessel in?
Chris: No.
Tommy: How uncharitable you are...





Chris: He's clearly fixated on something.
Tommy: Let's not rudely interrupt him then.
Chris: Oh no, let's.



Chris: Excuse me?
Man: Gentlemen...
Chris: We're looking for a Zerkenarian man, he possesses a turban, wears bright clothing? He's usually seen by himself.
Man: Oh, I see. I see, very clearly. I see.
Tommy: But do you fucking see anything?



Man: Good point. I'm blind.
Tommy: What are the glasses for then?
Man: I've been told they look good on me.
Tommy: Fair enough.





Chris: Tommy, let's leave this poor, clueless old clot as he is. I think I've found our man in question.
Tommy: Alright! Lead the way.
Chris: He's right here, sat on the fountain.
Tommy: Oh.



Tommy: Hi there, I'm Tommy. This here is my colleague, Chris. You are?
Chris: You are...?
Tommy: ...
Chris: ...
Tommy: Please don't tell me he's deaf.
Chris: Is this a park for deaf or blind people all of a sudden?



Shimon: You said 'colleague', didn't you? You're clearly gentlemen of business. I live for business, therefore, I shall be more than welcoming of your presence. I'm Shimon.



Tommy: Shimon? Sounds like Simon got stuck in a washing machine. HA!
Chris: That was completely uncalled for and unhysterically terrible.
Tommy: Apologies. Especially to you, Shimon.
Shimon: A space in heaven is reserved for you, Thomas.
Tommy: Thanks, but it's Tommy. We're working on behalf of Frida Hansen and...
Shimon: Frida Hansen...!? Oh no!
Chris: Shimon, are you ok?



Shimon: I've ruined my life, haven't I? It's all ruined!
Chris: What's the matter?
Tommy: Seriously, there's nothing wrong about this. I think she just wants a word, that's all. She's quite occupied otherwise, so we offered to give you a lift.
Shimon: I'm done for, though! Not even Deshet the God of Mercy can have any mercy on me! I'm doomed!



Tommy: Come on, my friend Chris has a nice car. A fast car. A Heaveola Conventa. You'll be riding in luxury. This is top level business, Shimon. You have everything to be excited for - we're taking the next step.
Shimon: Oh, really? You mean that?



Chris: Every word, Shimon. Every word.



Penelope: Well, well, well Shimon... someone's been a very bad boy!
Shimon: I was told that this was just casual business! Surely we can work this out some other way?
Frida: Sorry, but I stick to my guns. Even though right now, I'm improvising... erm... ah!



Frida: I'll have you know that it's a bitch to be outsourced, Shimon.



Chris: I can see where this is going...
Tommy: Oh yes.
Chris: Time to bail out you think?
Tommy: What? No...



Frida: What are you two muttering about? Stand back!
Tommy: Is this necessary, Frida?
Frida: It is. Both of you should learn here. This is what you'll have to face if you screw me around.



Frida: Take...



Frida: ... THIS!



Shimon: AGH! OH PLEASE! OH, P-P-PLEASE! LET DESHET HAVE MERCY ON ME! PLEASE!
Penelope: Let me just ring him on my imaginary telephone... oh, hi there. Is that you, Deshet? Have you got any mercy on Shimon today? YOU WHAT!? You're all out? Oh, that's terrible...
Frida: Put him on the table.
Shimon: W-what!?



Penelope: Be a gentlemen and spread your legs...
Shimon: WHAT on ALTERRA did you just say!?



Frida: Do as you're told, Shimon. I'll get very cross if you don't. Here's a bit of advice though - you'd better brace yourself.



Shimon: WHAT!? Oh, this is torture!
Frida: No shit! Boys, this is where you have my permission to leave. I mean, you could stay of course, but I don't think a man could stand to witness this being forced eighteen inches deep inside someone, right?
Shimon: Oh man, no...! NO!



Chris: I think I know my answer...
Shimon: AGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGH!
Tommy: Peter Walsh on a fucking boat.
Chris: Precisely.



Isaac: I don't want to be kept in the dark about this. Tell me what's going on. Why did you have to deliver a guy, only for him to get his face burned with acids and a nightstick shoved up his arsehole?
Chris: The Hansens, that's what's going on.
Tommy: Arguably the most notorious source of drugs in this city. Top stuff.
Isaac: So, we're talking top drawer stuff again are we? Not only the two syndicates and the Karetians now, but the Hansen sisters too?
Chris: Hey, we pick them off one by one.
Isaac: We don't have enough man power.



Tommy: But my mam always told me, if you don't have the strength, then look for willpower. You find willpower, then you'll also find strength.



Isaac: Hurry up and get a drink would you, Tom? We don't want a water bill the size of Alterra.
Tommy: Since when have you cared about the constabulary's financial wellbeing? Aren't you too inclined in your own? I'm sure you was at one point...
Chris: That last sentence wasn't necessary.
Tommy: You can't tell me you forgive this fuck for what he's done, right?
Chris: There's no need to forgive. We've got to... we've just got to look out for each other, right?
Isaac: (Winks to Chris)
Chris: It's... it's part of being a team.
Tommy: Kill the soppiness, Osborne. Ah, fuck it - the water's so cloudy.



Chris: Using Bouba Fatty as the guinea pig is vital, too.
Isaac: Really?
Tommy: The question is - just who is using him? The Del Bosques, clearly. The DEB, clearly. Us too.
Isaac: That guy will probably get himself killed before he provides any real use, you just wait.
Tommy: Hope not, he's a handy lad.
Chris: He'd be doing himself a favour though...



Isaac: Harsh words, Chris.
Chris: Albeit true.
Tommy: It's a... (gulps)... good point. A swell guy and the sort, right? But sure as hell driving himself to his death.
Chris: Swell guy my arse.
Isaac: You lads have got your work cut out.
Chris: Yeah, but not just us too.
Tommy: I can't stand this water, in fact I can't stand water full stop. It's so bland.
Chris: Good for you though.



Tommy: So is a bit of the old country.



Well, he's outlined his plans. Joined forces, lost forces, but he too is a singular force. A force that is pushing for answers. A force that seems to care. A force, however, completely in the shadows.



Chris wants revenge, while others are pursuing their own vendettas. Unbeknownst to Chris, other vendettas do exist. But it's true, Chris values his feelings over others. Not himself, but his feelings.



That's because the person that matters the most is Florence. But she's dead.



To Luisa Santiago, surely - the events that day are now lost, lost in a thin white haze.



Or that's what you'd think. But Chris - don't be surprised if someone tells you otherwise.

Chris: WHAT THE FUCK!? I'm dreaming! Who's there!? I... I'm in... I'm in...?



Malcolm: Space, Chris?



Chris: But I see Lystow...
Malcolm: Of course. But you're my favourite boy. I couldn't bring you into space... so, I bring instead, space to you.



Chris: I don't understand...
Malcolm: That's the plan. Enjoy your reward, Chris.
Chris: R... reward?



Ilyana: Chris?
Chris: Ilyana?
Ilyana: Chris!
Chris: ILYANA!
Ilyana: Chris?
Chris: ILYANA!
Ilyana: I... I'm here to help.
Chris: I know!
Ilyana: Follow my lead, please.
Chris: Oh... ok.



Chris: PLEASE STOP ME FROM FALLING!
Ilyana: Enjoy your reward.
Chris: Don't you start too! I want to trust you, Ilyana! I do, I want to FUCKING trust you!



Ilyana: Look at the stars, Chris. Look at them - think about how beautiful the world is. Think about your sins. Think about how you'd go about making things right. Think about how much you want to return to your life. Life is sacred. It's beautiful.
Chris: STOP THIS! THIS IS NO REWARD IN MY EYES!



Ilyana: Follow my lead, and it will be Chris. It will be.



Chris: STOP ME!



Ilyana: ... follow my lead.