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Season 61: "All that remains" pt.2*

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Season 61: "All that remains" pt.2* Empty Season 61: "All that remains" pt.2*

Post by Jason M. Reeves Sun Feb 05, 2023 7:35 pm

The following scenery opens up at an undisclosed location.
Engine sounds; passing cars, shadows of well dressed English gentleman and ladies
taking a respectful sidearm position right next to their husbands. 
The wind playfully messes with their dresses.

The camera follows a well maintained woman, appearing to be closing her fifties.
Blonde hair, gracefully covering her face. 
The overpolluted air in the streets of London can't affect this sight.


Side shot.  
The woman stops her movement as the background begins to alternate.
The high-class of riches and royalty turns to troubled youth, drinking, throwing, smashing the cheapest beer bottles
one can afford...

Bickering.

???: "F*ck me, are you lost or you're just fuckin' stupid?" 

Apparently two of them get into an argument after
accidently bumping into each other

???: "Mate, I figure you should get the F out of here
before something bad happens, yay" 

Tension, filling up the air.
Moonlight. The filthy street serve 
as a gruesome stage for utter violence.
Hit. Scream. Blood.

Close shot.

???: "Time to scoot.. Come on..
The coppers will be here shortly..
Come on mate..."

One of the champs pulls up the victor.
Disgusting image of a blooded canvas, the
boys skater in different directions.
Only two figures remain.

A woman dressed with the latest Versace (white).
A beaten up soul, blooding the pavement
under her heels.

Face shot. Upfront.
Click of a lighter.
Inhale. 

???: "Is everything okay madam?"

Wide shot.
Emptiness.
Silence.

No sight of either the youths, or the high society members.
No streetlights. No sounds (and even no moonlight for the matter).
Just a well mannered woman, and a stoked man behind her.
Judging by his appearance either a CIA agent or a bodyguard (second).

Jessica Cole-Reeves: "I am perfectly fine, Adam.
The night is surprisingly quiet, wouldn't you agree?"

Adam: "Well.. I.."

Cell-phone buzzing.
Mrs. Reeves picks it up.

(Heard through the speakers)

???: "Good evening. Am I speaking with Mrs. Jessica Reeves?"

Mrs. Reeves: "Yes, this is Jessica.
And who might you be, sir?"

???: "This is Dr. Conrad Moore speaking. I am calling from the "Perth Clinic" in Western Australia.
Pardon me for this late hour madam, but you have previously requested 
to be immediately contacted in case of an occurring emergency." 

Anxiety starting to grow from within the beautiful woman

Mrs. Reeves: "Speak up, doctor."

Dr. C. Moore: "Madam, it is with my deepest regret that I have to inform you about your son's state..."

Mrs. Reeves: "Is he..."

Dr. C. Moore: "No madam, your son is very much alive and well.
His vitals are stable."

Sight of relief

Mrs. Reeves: "What is the emergency, doctor?"

(Pause)

Dr. C. Moore: "I am afraid.. that your son came back, madam."

(Pause)
(The exact expression of the woman is difficult to read
as some may say she's become concerned while other- puzzled) 

Mrs. Reeves: "You are referring to Geoff, my son-in-law?"

(Pause)

Dr. C. Moore: "No, not Geoff, madam. Your other son.
He was seen talking to Alex."

Deep Sigh. 
A look that only a mother could understand.

Dr. C. Moore: "We are currently running more tests. Tomorrow there will be a body meating.
You can rest assured that I will personally bring up status and thereapy for reevaluation.
We are not going to give up on him."

(Pause)

Mrs. Reeves: "Thank you for calling, doctor.
You do what you think is best for my son."

Dr. C. Moore: "Goodbye, madam."

Mrs. Reeves: "Goodbye."

(End of conversation)

Adam quickly offers her a napkin
after seeing her eyes starting to fill 
and her face ready to boil. 

Mrs. Reeves: "Thank you, Adam."

Adam: "Do you want me to call Mr. Reeves on your behalf?"

(Pause)

Mrs. Reeves: "No, I will deal with my ex-husband."

She gives the napkin back, quick to hide
her pain behind a stone mask.

Mrs. Reeves: "We better hurry, I flew over 2,000 miles.
I am not missing Macbeth... Nor am I reliving mine
for the next three hours".

She tilts her head up and takes a puff from her cigarette
before putting it off into the nearest can.

The scene ends with a close shot on Adam.
Setting the buzzer on his phone off as he follows his
boss into the opera house.

End of segment.
Jason M. Reeves
Jason M. Reeves

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