Fade in EPISODE 4.

The camera’s view, is showing historically relevant action and images, of a slave plantation as the story below is being narrated.

Hellen Sheppard,
(Voice Over Spoken with a Caribbean accent),

There are lots of stories being told about our little county of Erindale Lockiebe, but none to be exact as only our ancestors know its truth. During the times, when slavery produced more economically, than the combined revenues of mining, shipping and manufacturing of all goods sold, not all white people were at peace, in their hearts with the cruelty and or the inhumanity. Not all whites isolated their humanity along the lines of the injustice that divided Blacks from Whites.

The then youngest son, Erin, of the Lockiebe plantation, from as young an age as he could remember, never separated himself from the slave’s children of his age. As the young slave boys and girls provided a well needed distraction for young Master Erin Lockiebe, his parents took no interest of a negative nature towards his association. What grew from their dismissal was his growing affection for a most beautiful young slave girl, Dale, that got the privilege of being the house slave, thanks in part to Erin’s doing. As it came to past, Mr Lockiebe Sr, had traveled well beyond his fields to engage in some hunting of wild meat.

When he failed to return home that evening, concerns were raised, however it was not unusual for him to have stayed overnight but always, he would have arrived home, on the horizon at the earliest of sunrise. By 11 AM, a search party was sent out to find him. As darkness fell, the news was not good and hope began to fade, for any expectations of his safe return. Two days the search party went out and two days they returned, void of any joy for his family. On the third day, the then 18 year old Erin, suggested that perhaps they were heading out in the wrong direction, due to the migration of the animals his father was known to hunt. But his young, inexperienced voice only angered, the already frustrated family and many of the searchers.

On the night of the third day, the search party having returned yet again empty handed, Master Erin made what, would prove to be a life changing decision. With the help and companionship, of the father, of the young girl of his affection, Dale, they packed and prepared four horses. With one horse carrying supplies, the 4th horse was saddled with hope. They headed out before sunrise of the 4th day. They headed in the direction Erin had suggested. Despite the fact that the decision to act was solely Erin’s, when his siblings awoke to find him gone, and having done so, accompanied by Dale’s father, their anger was immediately felt with the removal of Dale from the home and placing her back to work in the fields.

Further, the mother and younger brother of the young slave girl, Dale, were threatened that, if any harm should fall upon young Master Erin, their skin would pay the price owed. On the morning of the 5th day Mr Lockiebe Sr, accompanied by his son Erin, and Dale’s father, all rode back onto the plantation. While Mr Lockiebe Sr, had some visible cuts and bruises he was in remarkable good spirits and more importantly, good health.

One very surprising thing, kept the incident in the minds of all those except the two man search party, as Mr Lockiebe Sr, had given very STRICT instructions, no one will speak a word of where he was found, and what happened. He offered his young son Erin, as a gift for having saved his life, one thing of his choice, and it would be granted. After thinking for a short moment, Erin requested the right to marry Dale. Dale was returned to the plantation house duties, as a token of thanks from Mr Lockiebe Sr.
Despite that act of appreciation, it would then take more two years before Mr Lockiebe Sr, finally publicly made the statement, that he will be granting Erin his wish. In addition, and in his way of saying thanks to her father, he was giving the family, their freedom as Dale’s wedding gift.

Needles to say, Erin’s siblings and mother were absolutely, against it, but they did not have the power to go against Mr Lockiebe’s wishes. Many attempts by both Erin’s mother, along with his sister, and two older brothers, to disrupt all efforts at planning for a wedding date, did not prevent the arrival of Erin’s wedding day. Mr Lockiebe was equally determined not to have his words be disrespected because he knew a peaceful plantation slave population would be a profitable and productive. Still, ironically, what made things moved quickly in the final month prior to the wedding date, was the Mother and siblings behaving in a manner, that they would do nothing further to prevent the wedding.

The day arrived, and celebrations were well received. Many of the other plantation owners, who at first, were up in arms, had retreated from their stoned heart position and offered their peaceful respect by attending the festivities. The wedding, was even agreed, to be done half in Dale’s ancestor’s tradition, the other in Erin’s. That would see the bride completely veiled during the formal services. The Groom in the company of his Right Hand Man Attendant, would quickly change and regroup in time for the Bride’s unveiling after the formal service.

At the conclusion of the formal service the groom and Bride’s family, along with the Bride would meet in the Fidelity Room for the special unveiling. Here they would perform the final act of their Fidelity, whereby the bride would be unveiled for the first time. This special ceremony was opened only to family, before presenting the newly married couple to the awaiting guest in the receiving room.

On the evening of the wedding, Mr Lockiebe could not believe just how quickly he got so drunk, but he was very happy for his son. The time came and Erin left with his Man Servant while his father, unable stand, was left in peaceful slumber at his table.

When it was time, Erin’s mother and three siblings, along with Dale’s parents and her younger brother, all moved to the Fidelity Room. Their guest continued to dance and celebrate while awaiting the formal presentation of the new married couple. Dale’s wedding party finally arrived at the Fidelity room and Dale took her seat at the head table. The head table was prepared exclusively for her and Erin. Dale sat and awaited the entrance of her Husband Erin.

Inside the Fidelity room, the Bride’s family sat a table, off to the far corner of the room, while the Groom’s family, was seated directly in front of the main table, presently occupied by Dale alone. The room was poorly lit and made it difficult for Dale to see her parents and her veil did not help to make visibility any easier. The noise outside was so loud, it was as if they had been celebrating, inside the Fidelity room with the wedding party.

What happened next, is told by my ancestors, and its truth will always be with us, as we are the keepers of our history. Inside the poorly lit Fidelity room, masked men suddenly appeared. They had been hiding in the room all along. First they block any possibly exit for Dale. Next they locked the door, preventing Erin and his Man servant from entering upon their arrival. They tied up the Bride’s family, then began beating them with whips as others threw endless punches. Dale’s younger brother was beaten so badly, that he lost sight in one eye that night, and within less than one year later he succumbed to his injuries and died. Dale’s mother was raped in front of her husband and children by three of the masked men. They then they turned to their attention to Dale. One of the masked men mimicked her by saying,… ,

They then tied her up, stuffed her mouth with a piece of clothing and returned to the party, to the celebrate with the other plantation owners and their families. Since the slaves were not allowed inside the festivities, instead having to party on the outside, they mistook the cheering on the inside as the presentation of the new married couple, so they too began to celebrate. This was exactly, the reaction expected by Erin’s mother and his siblings. This was the plan they had sold to the other plantation owners, that encouraged their false enthusiasm, the same plan that brought them to the festivities. Dale’s parents were taken in the back, whipped and tied on a tree to spend the night.

Come the morning, with the sobering of Mr Lockiebe, he was awakened by the screaming, the tearful, sorrowful noise from the outside. Entering the yard, still in his night garments, he witnessed the Bride tied to a tree, her blooded, tattered dress, her body exposed in the areas where the dress had been torn violently, veil still in place. There were clear signs of brutality as evident in the wounds to her vaginal, her sliced off nipples and her breast, butchered, as if purposely done so with a jiggered edged instrument. At the other side of the yard, were the bodies of her mother and father were tied face to face, on the opposite side, of the same tree. Dale’s younger brother’s lifeless body lying on the ground at the feet of his mother. The physical brutality upon the bodies was unmistakable done with vengeance.

Mr Lockiebe;
(Walks around the area looking at each body carefully) Then commanded,

…Where is Erin?

But no one answered. He called his wife, to the front along with the other children and this time address them all,

….The entire lot of you! I am asking you, once more, and you had better not let me ask it again.
…Where is my son Erin?

Still no one responded. While they pondered the question, they began quiet conversations with each other, but no one knew. He then called his lead hand from the Slave’s quarters and asked of him the same question,

…Do you know what happened to my son?

Lead hand responded, frightened in his expression,

..No Mr,
We only see them tied this early morning, and him laying there on the ground looking dead but he is not dead.

Mr. Lockiebe,

…Get some help!
Take her father and mother down. Check and see who is alive and tend to their wounds! Pick up that boy, seeing what can be done for him.
Get me some ladies out here and get my son’s Wife down from there.
Bring her inside MY GUEST HOUSE.

It is said, My Lockiebe may have been drunk for the night but the morning found a new, very sober, man. A man on a mission! A man that none, not even his family had ever witness before.
it is said, he called his wife out in front of everyone and while they listened he spoke,

…You almost died giving birth to that boy. He loved you more than any one of these jealous, selfish money hungry jackals. He saved my life. Now you had better tell me in short order. Where is my son!

By now, there was a more serious sign, of worry on the faces of Erin’s siblings. In fact their usually dismissive self was not to be found. In their engorged sadistic rage, they had failed to noticed that Erin, was missing from the previous night. The ladies slowly untied Erin’s Wife and gently placed her on a make shift carrying board. By the lack of movement they suspected nothing could be done to bring back life to Erin’s Bride.

One of the Ladies signaled Mr Lockiebe with that very sentiment.

Ist Lady Attendant
I don’t think we can do nothing more. Do you want we take her…

But Mr Lockiebe did not allow her to finish her sentence before snapping back…,


Realizing his heated response he again responded slight less aggressively…,

..No, it is ok. Bring her to my guest house, wait there for me. One of you, go get the doctor, tell him to come no matter what he is doing. I want him here now!

Mr Lockiebe’s wife was still standing exactly where she stood when he questioned her just moments before. She too was visibly frozen with fear.

Mr Lockiebe,
The rest of you spread out immediately and search the plantation for my son.

Mr Lockiebe (directing his next words to his wife),

…And so help me God, if I do not get some answers soon, hell will not be the hottest place for you and your children.
(He now repeated angrily),

And if any harm has come to my son, every man, woman and child that lifted a hand in this evil, will see vengeance as never imagined.

He walked passed his wife as if she no longer had any relationship with him. He went in to the house to get dressed. But even before he had completed his change of garments, came a calling from outside…,

Ist Lady Attendant,
Could you please come now!

Mr Lockiebe,
..I am coming now, did you find my son?

Ist Lady Attendant,
No Mr.
but it is important!

Cue to Mr Lockiebe
as he walks down the stairs from the verandah, of the plantation front door and into the yard, following the pathway leading to the guest room.
He walks into the guest room. The Bride’s body lays motionless on the make shift stretcher.

Mr Lockiebe,
What is the urgency?

Ist Lady Attendant,
(Ask the other ladies standing by the body to move)
Please come closer.

Mr Lockiebe (showing his impatience) responds
…I do not have time for wasting, my son is missing!

Ist Lady Attendant,
That is why we call you to come now.

Mr Lockiebe (Moves closer to the body and lower his head to her chest to detect any signs of life),

Ist Lady Attendant,
No Mr.

The 1st Lady Attendant slowly removes the veil from the Bride’s face.

Mr Lockiebe
What is the meaning of this!

Ist Lady Attendant,
I tell you no lies Mr.
That is exactly what we see!

Mr Lockiebe, seeing a badly beaten facial area now exposed,
Who is this woman?
This is not my son’s wife!

Mr. Lockiebe, (realizing what has happened acted swiftly), He spoke firmly but softly.

…Recover her face now! Arrange for burial quickly!

Hellen Sheppard (Voice Over Spoken with a Caribbean accent)

It is said that Mr Lockiebe, quickly realized that his son and his son’s Bride, must have discovered the plot, to disrupt their evening, and would have taken precautions earlier. By the time of the unveiling, he suspected they would have been well on their way to escape. They could never have expected this level of brutality however. With the papers that had been issued earlier for Dale’s freedom, it would make safer their journey. The poor girl having made the sacrifice of her friend, I’m sure was not expecting to have paid with her life.

Still as she found herself losing her grip on this life, she may have felt her freedom. It became known sometime later that she had long being brutalized by Erin’s older brothers, as their sex slave. Erin and his wife’s cleaver escape and subsequent perilous journey took them across the Canadian border safely to parts, unknown, at the time.

It was that history that landed them in this place named after them. Erin DALE, Lockiebe.
This place shelters all those who would find themselves in flight from injustice or questionable justice. This place chooses its guest the guest do not chose this place. Its many secrets are held in protective pieces, held by each and everyone having been offered safe harbour. It is best you ask nothing of what Erindale Lockiebe holds and be grateful for what it offers.

FADE OUT, on ending of EPISODE 4, PART 1.

Day 2, Wednesday, 7:30 A.M.

Camera Zooming in , we can see only the back profile of the character, coffee on the desk beside the keyboard, gender female, sitting at a desk in front of their computer, typing.

We again hear the voice over (voiced of the person tying),

Camera zooms in to a Character,
sitting at home office computer typing.

The desk area is littered, with disorganized paper, books, documents of all kind, leaving just enough space for the computer and the work being done. To the right of the writer, is a ceiling to floor narrow in width, window shielded with, equal in length, ceiling to floor blinds. We hear, very low in the background, music being played, out of the speakers, located on either side of the computer screen but not loud enough, to prevent our hearing the narrative of what was being written.

We can see the title.
‘The Blue Rose,” (Voice over),
esterday, as you stood in the doorway, to greet me, one hand resting upright along the door’s frame, the other, held a tall stemmed crystal wine glass, with an offering of my favorite merlot, I smiled. The sunlight, having arrived beyond the afternoon sky, yet long before closing its eyes below the horizon, highlighted your body’s curve, inside the light grey oversized cotton shirt worn. Your shirt, flowed so very aimlessly from shoulder to just below your hipline. The solitary garment worn, swayed ever so gently in the late evening breeze.

A delightfully invasive ray of sunlight, made it easy to have seen that your shirt’s role of covering your native self, having revealed all that was treasured beneath, was mischievously planned. The light refraction of the red wine, cascaded through the glass as fragments of hues of red light. The escaping light refracted as if from a prism illuminating your face, in your eyes, I clearly saw our bodies, coupled comfortably along our own horizon.
Siting here, writing memories of you, the virtual pages were getting literally, wet.

Today, I could taste my coffee long before it touched my lips. The aroma arrived, with a sense of urgency, having done so, long before the command of ordering had even exited my lips. Today everything was alive. Everything was pushing themself, to the front line of my consciousness, all in an effort to garner my attention.

Today, I feel my dream has awoken beside my body. Today, I can feel the deep emotional and physical erotic imprints of last night’s guest. The remnants of their body’s sensuality still lingered, its presence intertwined, in the hues of confused sentiments. I am feeling, in one night’s visit, they traversed the entire landscape of my body. They traveled twice the distance my combined lifetime of lovers had ever ventured. I feel like my new world’s virginity, was set free, by every explorer this body had ever known. My north, east, west and south now sits on one solitary axis, thanks to your recalibration of me. I am lost, knowing not, what comes beyond the bottom of this blissful abyss. I find myself laying here, at its base, totally intoxicated and exposed for all to see. I am, body mind and soul, yours!
Today, however, I am going to make you mine.

Fade away from the writing desk, 11 00 A.M.

Cue into THE BLUE ROSE, making final touches to her facial make up, in fron the bathroom.

Camera zooms out of bathroom,
to a long distance view from across the street, looking back at the front door of the Blue Rose as she exits home.

Getting into a car parked on driveway, The Blue Rose drives off towards the city. Arriving in the city, The Blue Rose parks on a side street, gets out, walks towards main street.

Time, Day 2, Wednesday, Afternoon.
The Blue Rose stands in front of a selection of Flowers.

The Blue Rose stood in front of the container of blue roses, positioned on the middle shelf, of the three level floral displays. All three levels of shelving were adorned with carnations of various colours. While the bold golden colour roses on the top shelf, cast a shadow over the more delicate, miniature, red roses on the shelf below. Perhaps it was the mystique of the blue roses, perhaps it was the distraction of the traffic, from across the street, that gave cause for The Blue Rose to have turned and looked in the direction of the screaming of the taxi driver.


Mr. Carrington
[Voice Over]
Distracted as she was, she had failed to notice, that she had inadvertently stepped too close to the sidewalk’s edge, almost into the pathway of the lane’s oncoming traffic.

The blowing of the car’s horn, accompanying screaming of the taxi driver, would turn out to be fate in sad abundance. Just at that moment, the object of her sweet distraction, her love at first sight, her Van Gogh, did turn, peered in the direction of the sound of the taxi driver’s indelicate warning.

Taxi Driver,

….Lady move your ass away from the road!

As if divine intervention ensured that their first line of sight was directly towards each other, from that distance, seemingly of only a whisper away, their eyes met.

If the lifetime that was previously one sixth of a minute, that transpired upon first laying eyes, upon this stunning object of her distraction, when compared, the two seconds of absolute zoned in focus, was to her, a body jolting, mind melting, heart explosive passionate, breath taking, unspoken blissful evolution of a species’ complete life cycle in time.

The time passed was more accurately, two point five seconds exactly, because that was the time it took the bus, to cover the distance from where it dropped its last passenger, to the very point that blocked her vision, of the other side of the street. It was exactly two point five seconds, because that is the time it took, for her to taste the harsh and bitter sweetness of having lost that which she never had.

The bus, at its speed of travel, had only taken four seconds, to cross her line of sight. Having crossed her line of sight, the other side of the street again, visible, the passing bus which had vacuumed her into a momentary loss in time, continued on its journey. Gone however all evidence, of her dream deity. Her love at first sight, was replaced by an emptiness, where once stood her Van Gogh.

There was simply nothing. It was all gone. The beautiful flowers, at first having lost their physical form, their identifiable shape, in her eyes, disappeared. The more she became laser focused, onto the missing object of her very short lived, dream lover, the faster it all melted into the void of sadness.

As her mind slowly recovered from it’s lost, her blurred vision, of the now insignificant supporting roles, played by the floral displays, returned to focus. The void where once stood her vision of absolute bliss, dissipated and in its place returned the beautiful container of blue roses. It was only at that very instant, she truly understood, why she may have subconsciously, chosen Van Gogh. This might have been his moment of painful reflection, now her moment of pained blissfulness, of what might have been.

The Blue Rose, (speaking to herself),
….I am with absolute certainty that was her.

Just at that moment, the object of her search, her illusive bird in constant flight, was visible in the very same direction of the sound of the taxi driver’s indelicate words. As if divine intervention ensured that their first line of sight was directly towards each other, from that distance, seemingly of only a whisper away, their eyes met and The Blue Rose’s heart melted for but that very brief moment.

Wishing she had seen her before, she herself might have been seen, between the lifetime that transpired, from first laying eyes upon the subject of her long search and the body jolting, mind melting, heart explosive unspoken blissful excitement of discovery.

FROM PREVIOUS SCENE, (Debbie Voice Over),

Debbie felt a certain clarity, that she understood what it might have been like inside Van Gogh’s mind at the height of his frustration. Arriving at her destination, she stepped onto the roadway, this time most purposefully, carefree of what traffic would come her way, she smiled, for there will be lots to confess when next she would say,

…..Father forgive me for I have……..,


CUE TO, THE BLUE ROSE, exiting a taxi at a
Small, Private Assisted, living home.

The Blue Rose, sitting in visitors common area with a young man of about same age as her. The young man, while dress in clothing for going outside, is clearly not completely mentally alert but fully able to recognize The Blue Rose. He is having moderately understandable communications. He is sitting in an upright chair but a Personal Support Worker (PSW) sits off to the side with an empty wheelchair awaiting his visitor’s exit.

The Blue Rose,
Good Morning Jamie! I brought you your favourite.

Jamie, (with a smallest of smile),
….Thank you!

….Jamie I will take those and get them into some water, then I will place them in your room. Ok!

…Ok that is nice.

The Blue Rose,
Today you are looking good. The staff informed me that soon you and I can go out for some day time visits.

…I would like that. I think. Maybe only for a coffee then back.

The Blue Rose, (smiles),
….Ok maybe just for an hour or two.

Yes an hour.

FADE to Dark.

FADE IN, Day 2, Wednesday, 11:30 A.M.
Tech Solutions Office.
Cue on Simon at the Reception lounge.

Phones are ringing, all stations are accounted for. Sandra is at her desk
working. All seems ok.
Inside Madison’s office, Madison on internal intercom, ringing at front desk.

….Yes, Mrs C!

…Please, very quietly, get Sandra to come and see me, do
so without stressing her please.

Ok. Right away.

Simon puts down the phone, walks slowly, directly to Sandra’s desk and whispers to her, then returns to his desk.

Just as quietly, without anyone noticing, Sandra got up and casually walked into Madison’s office.

Good morning Sandra.

Good morning Mrs Carrington.

…..Thank you for being here today.
We are just inquiring as to how you are feeling today.

I am going to be just fine. I had a moment but this too shall pass.

….Ok Sandra no stress, as long as you are here, you’ll never be alone. We want you to know, you are a valued member of our family.

….Yes Mrs Carrington, I will keep that in mind.

Never mind all that bullshit about there is nothing to fear except fear itself.
There is a lot of scary shit we have to deal with each and every day. At times, I think fear, is the very least of the things I have to concerned with. So don’t be afraid to walk in through that door at anytime. Even if it is at the end of the day, if my office doors are closed, mine remains opened to any member of our team, 24/7.

Sandra noticeably moved, watery eyes, responded,

…..Thank you so very much Mrs Carrington. I do truly feel very safe and welcomed here.

Ok then! Could you do me a favour please. One second.

Madison picks up the phone and calls to the front. We see Simon picking up the phone and answers.

Yes Mrs C!

…..Sandra is going out to get some lunch for us. Get the others to place their orders now.

Mrs C, you know we get free delivery!

….Yes Sir Simon and today we are making our own special pick up.

Simon smiles and responds,
….Yes Mrs C.

….Ok Sandra, go get yourself together. Then go get some fresh air. This will help you to get back on track with the rest of the team by picking up the lunches.

Sandra (smiling now)answers,
…..Thank you so very much Mrs Carrington.

phones continues to ring and Simon picks up, seemingly very familiar with the Caller, he speaks,

…Well good morning Princess! How are you?

Hesitation as he listens to caller’s response…..,

….Ok. One moment! Nice to hear from you again!

Simon then dials a number…..,

Phone rings in Madison’s office.

Yes Simon!

…It’s Princess!

Madison, (hesitation),

Simon, (detecting Mrs C’s hesitation) repeating one of her lines back to her,

…..Mrs C, Never let the day control you, seize the day.

….Simon, get out of my dam head already. Ok fine. Give me a moment.

Both are on the open line, Simon allowing the phones to ring while he awaits Madison’s all clear.

…Ok put her through.

…..Thank you, I will have an extra hot espresso for you in a moment.

…..Hello Princess, her line is now free.

Phone rings in Madison’s office. Trepidation can be seen on Madison’s facial expression.

Hello Sweetheart!

Ok Mom, we need to talk, it’s been two days now.

…Ok Sweetheart, I am all yours now.


CUE INTO …, Street scene.
The Blue Rose walking towards the Club MONICO.

Sitting inside the restaurant with her back to the entrance is Debbie.
She sits with her brother Erick having lunch and conversation.

….So how are you doing? Are you taking your medication properly?

….I am fine. All good. How are you doing? Last time we talked you were in a breakup thing with someone.

…I am in transition. I am in a good place. If you must know I just came from confession.

Erick, (laughing out loudly),
…Did you confess all your sins or just the ones you chose to share with them.

Debbie, (also smiling),
…Actually I confessed to yours because mine were so uninteresting.

As they each took potions of their lunch into their mouths a moment of reflection seemed to have quietly followed.

…So, do you still have your den of iniquity in the city?

It is my apartment for convenience of travel. You know my work makes it difficult to maintain the long hours and still manage the travel back and forth to work.

I am your sis not your wife. You live at most 40 minutes out of the city, Please!

….Well you just do not understand the late hours and the stress.

At this moment, Erick notices a beautiful young lady walking in the restaurant. He was immediately taken to the fact that, in his view, she made direct eye contact with him.

….Ok, I did not come here to fight with you. Always we end up with this sad departures. Let us not do that today please.

Erick, (clearly distracted),
….Yea, ok!

….Yea! Ok! Really! You cannot even focus for a minute of lunch with your sis, without being distracted. You are a dam addict and you need to get that shit under control.

Erick, (responding defensively),
…Stop saying that. I am not an addict. I like people. So what’s wrong with that?

….You’re right. I’m sorry. Forget it. Let’s enjoy our lunch.

But despite his words, Erick was in fact a creature of habit and could not deceive his sister with simply words when clearly his action reflected differently.

Ok. Ok. I’m sorry. You are right. I am working on getting things under control.

Still as the words left his mouth, his eyes followed The Blue Rose as she took her seat in the far corner of the restaurant, sitting directly behind and out of site of his sister Debbie.

Erick’s (facial expression indicated something of concern),
….Deb! Last time we met, I tried to tell you something but for whatever reason we just push it out of the way.

Ya. You are always trying to bring up shit I do not want to talk about.

…Ok. But this is just stuff that I am suppose to say. After all I am trying to do the very things you are busting me for, like dealing with issues and medication.

…I want you to get better. I don’t give a shit about the past between us. I just need you to stay right.

But I’ve long wanted to say….,

But immediately Debbie cut him off and again responded,

Don’t! Just Stop! We are going to have an enjoyable lunch and I will not allow him or you for that matter to ruin my lunch.

(the home of a younger Erick and Debbie)
Erick at age 11, Debbie at age 15.

Camera Zooms into the home through the front door.
The home is poorly kept, with evidence of uneaten meals still on the living room entertainment table. Clothing on the coach, moving towards the upstairs via the staircase we find Erick and Debbie’s Mother sitting up in bed. She has headphone on listening to some entertainment from her phone. The television is blaming loudly as the game show host gives away another prize on a game show. In one hand, a glass of wine and on the night stand beside her bed sits three quarters emptied bottle of red wine.

Camera takes us back downstairs,
as their Dad appears from the kitchen area clearly impaired holding a half consumed bottle of beer.

He stands five feet, eleven inches in height, a burly, unshaven, overweight man with long curly dark hair. Although his anger is familiar to both children, tonight he seems particularly possessed with rage. His rage emanates from his belief that someone having eaten his cherries from the fridge without his permission.

He barks out a question;

….Which one of you shits took my cherries from the fridge?

Camera Cues to earlier on that evening.

We see Erick taking a container of Cherries from the Fridge.
He walks to his sister’s Debbie’s room, sits on her bed and begin to eat and throw the pits in the garbage container at the side of her bed. He knows exactly what he is doing.

Debbie, (arriving home), enters her room,

Erick quickly having heard his sister’s approach had placed the now emptied container under Debbie’s bed.

Erick leaves the room hurriedly.

Debbie, (Moves with some urgency), to her pillows on her bed, carefully ensuring that Erick was gone, lifts them up. We see her facial expression with a sigh of relief as she puts back down the pillows without we ever seeing what was the cause for her concerns.

Cue to back to their Raging Father,
first he walks into Erick’s Room, looks around, then into Debbie’s.

You little Bitch!

Debbie, (whilst not unfamiliar with her dads wild and unsupported accusations, this time is shocked),

Father walks out of her room, (holding the trash container with the evidence of the pits of eaten cherries),

Debbie, pleads her case,
Dad, I did not eat your cherries.

Erick standing off to the side, walks away and into his room.

Father Grabs Debbie by her hair and drags her to guess room off to the side of the living room with Debbie screaming.

CUE to a few minutes after,

Erick is seen at the door peeing in through the crack of the unclosed door.

Father, having secured Debbie’s hands to the Bed’s head rails, had stripped off her clothes and his belt in hand.

Erick watched on as his father cursed his sister.

….You little bitch should learn not to lie to me.

As he straps her over and over on your naked skin.

At first Debbie screamed out from the pain. However as Erick still watched on, she went completely silent as his dad delivered the final six blows from his strap onto her body.

Erick rushed back to his room as he noticed his father untied Debbie’s hands from the Bed’s head rails, leaving her to fall to the floor in a crumpled heap of pain, bruised welted body and undignified shame. And somewhere in the calm recollection of Debbie’s mind, all she remembered saying in her silent pain,

….Erick this will be the very last time either of you will ever again, abuse me.

Cue back to restaurant,

There was a long uncomfortable pause as both Erick and Debbie continued to eat without in awkward silence.
Debbie finally breaks the uncomfortable silence..,

Erick! Ok, listen. You know why I have never need to hear what you wanted to say?

No? I do not even think you know what I wanted to say!

Yes. I do. I have long known, you were at the door. I saw you.

Erick, (shock and then embarrassment showing on his face)
….How did you know that is what…,

Debbie does not allow him to complete his sentence…,

I have always known. At first I was filled with nothing but hate and rage for you. At first I wanted to hang you up by your ankles and do to you what he did to me. I knew that had not been your first time using his cruelty to abuse me.
There was a time I sat outside on the driveway, waiting patiently for his arrival home. I sat there, with a knife in my hand, determined I was to cut his fucking throat then yours. Towards you those feelings went on for endless months. For him, I went through years, studying all kinds of poisons that would not be traceable and would seems like a heart attack.

…..Was it your thinking of me that stopped you?

…..Fuck you! No! I had my time when I saw both of you sharing the same coffin.

….No shit!

….Yes Erick! You were a fucking little shit. You eat the fucking cherries in my fucking room and as a direct result I went through years fucking hell. You did many other things that came before that final fucking day. I went through a decade of treatment just to get mentally and emotionally well. And just so you know, those fucking scares on my back, while no longer showing as open wounds, have never healed. I think they say it is ghost pains, I swear sometimes if someone touch me there when I am not expecting, it drags me right back to that night.

I never knew any of that. I just always wanted to say, that I was really sorry that I did that.

….I think, what happened to you from that night and all the other fuckery that we went through really did mess with you in a seriously bad way.
My healing began with the thought of how this affected you in the early days but more so after I left the hospital.

How could the hospital have been of any serious help?

Fade out.

Fade In. Back, (to a 23 year old Debbie).

Scene opens up in a hospital, patient’s private ICU bedroom, where Erick is sitting. Erick is dialing a phone, while sitting along with his mother in ICU hospital room.

Debbie’s cell phone rings.

Debbie is sitting in a coffee shop having a cup of coffee, preoccupied with some lessons in the note books she was reading.

Debbie, (answers her cell phone),

….Hey Sis. Mom and I are here with Dad. He was taken to the emergency. They said he might have had a stroke or possibly a minor heart attack.

Debbie (responded as a matter a fact- like),

…So what is it your guys want me to do about that?

Erick, (has long been a poor manager of stress),
….Ok I am going to let mom talk.

No I don’t want…..,

But Erick already handed his mother the phone before Debbie could complete her sentence. Debbie’s mom saying hello while Debbie was still talking…

I don’ want to talk to her….,

Debbie’s Mother, (was already saying…),
…Hello Debbie.

Debbie, realizing her mom was already on the phone did not care
about her next words…,

…That little shit never listens.

Debbie’s Mother, (weaken tearful response),
…Deb he may be dying. Please Deb. Please just come by. You do not even have to talk to him.

Debbie, (pause, long pause on the phone), then responds,
….Mom, I just do not want to be there. I am sorry he is sick but he has been sick many times before.

Debbie’s Mother,
….Debs, please!

Yet another long pause between the two when Debbie finally breaks the silence.

FINE! We exactly is he?

Debbie writes down some information as she continues listening to her mom on the call, then disconnect without saying goodbye.

Debbie, (Voice Over
From the time I hung up the phone with mom to arriving at the hospital, I was on auto pilot. Not certain which route I took getting here. I was between a kind of comatose state of an out of body experience and that of, could not give a fuck, kind of numbness.

I woke up meandering down the long narrow hallway of a hospital ICU ward, passing strangers as if they too were part of an estranged robotic clan. The anxiety that grab hold of me, as I stood in the doorway of my father’s hospital room, seeing him with tubes coming out of seemingly, every orifice of his body, was causing me to have difficulties breathing. Erick, like the little dutiful son, was on one side while Dad’s very loyal wife, the doormat mother, was on the other. And despite the poor prognosis of his health as I understood it to be, to me, Dad looked like he was still king shit with his two minions standing guard.

Debbie, (acknowledging both her mother and brother) with each receiving a single word.

…..Erick! Mom!

…Hey Sis!

Debbie’s Mother,
Thank you for coming so very quickly.

Debbie’s Mother, (speaking to her husband),
Honey, look Debbie is here.

Debbie’s Father turned slowing, first his shoulders towards the entrance where she had just entered the room followed by his head, moving even slower. He had adjusted his head correctly enough to have made a more direct eye to eye contact with his Daughter.

A nurse enters the room and signaling that some fluids would have to replenished along with a changing of a bandage that held the special tubes into his chest area.

Debbie’s Mother,
Nurse do you wish for us to leave?

But before the attending nurse could answer Debbie’s Father responded.

No, please nurse, I want them to all stay.

Having received a smile of reassurance from the nurse that they could stay, he then uttered his first words to his daughter, in some two years. It was two years since they last laid eyes on each other, resulting of course from what was a less than amicable parting.

Debbie’s Father,
Debbie I just want you to know I did the very best I could.

As the words were leaving his lips, Debbie could not associate the words being spoken with the environment she was in. Instead, with each word spoken, she felt the intensely sharp pain manifesting itself, as if she was locked in any number of nightmares of her youthful years. It was as if what he was once able to do with the strength of his hands he was now attempting with the words as he spoke again…,

“I truly did what I thought was best”,

Debbie was instantly in a flash back to a 15 year old Debbie, both hands bonded to the bedpost, stripped of her dignity, nakedness fully exposed.

sometimes I made mistakes”,

She felt the pain from his belt as he lashed once more across her back!

there were times when you got me so upset”.

Again she felt another as another lash of his belt marked its signature upon her nakedness.

She began to feel the rage from some place deeper than that of the grand canyon, deeper than hell itself, deeper than the satisfaction of his castration.

“But I know you understand and will find forgiveness…..”,

The nurse’s words interrupted….,

As the nurse lifted the bandages showing the underside with the residual blood stains,
combined with her Dad’s continuance…

“…find forgiveness in your…..”,

she found herself freed from the bed post. Now suddenly standing upright. She remembered what it was that kept her strong during those times. It was the very, very vivid image of her standing upright, he was the one tied to the bed post. A knife in her right hand, his blooded testicles in her left and his blood soaked groin being the source of his extreme pain.

She awoke the moment his next words were spoken…,

….in your heart to be kind…”,

Debbie, (lashing out angrily),

…..You fucking lying piece of shit. You fucking did not do the best you could. You were a fucking terrible father and a fucking worst husband. But she was the one that made you that fucking stupid promise for better or worse, not fucking me.

You are a god dam sadistic piece of shit. You brutalize me, you assaulted me, and now what! You fucking think that having a nurse and the rest of your fucking blind family here, you talking some made up shit you saw on television will bring you redemption. Or maybe you think it would protect you from me putting my fucking fist up your ass and watch your scream. I want you to burn in hell and then burn some more. I want you to fucking burn every night only to wake up finding that you are still fucking living and have to burn all over again you fucking no good incest loving fuck.

Debbie saw the nurse, very professional, yet she was certain the nurse showed her a sympathetic acknowledgement. Her mom was crying. Her brother had a stone cold face, lacking any signs of emotions.

Fade to DARK and remain dark until…

Erick’s voice is heard..,
Wake up Debs!
Debs, please wake up….,

As the Darkness fades to cloudy, we we see the image of the nurse,
Debbie’s Mother and Erick all standing over Debbie.

Debbie, (awakes and inquires),
…What happened?

We don’t know. One moment Dad is talking to you, the next you are on the floor passed out.

Debbie, (angry with herself), but talking out loudly.
….Fuck, not even that I could not do right!

They all look at Debbie with the very same question on their mind but Erick vocalizes it..,

Sis what is it you could not do right?

…I’ve got to go!

The attending nurse, (out of precaution responds),
…..Perhaps you should sit a while first.

….Thank you but trust me, I am fine now thanks.

She turns and walks to exist the room but as she reaches the door she stops, turns and for the very first time in over two years, speaks to her dad.

Dad, trust me, I do hope you outlive us all. Really, all of us! I hope you find the forgiveness you seek but know that even my dead dried out bones will never yield a word of it for you. Good luck.

And with those words spoken she left.

Cue Back To Restaurant,

…Well I am ok. I have been trying to listen to your advice.

Erick you are far from being ok. You are still in denial and that is not for me to resolve. You need to do as much as you can for you. You are like the man who agrees with you but is not of a changed mind. Now perhaps you better understand when I say, I just want us to enjoy lunch.

…So are you never going to see him again. Mom says you have not seen him since the hospital.

And two years prior to that. Like I said, let us just enjoy lunch.

…Ok, lunch then.

How is work going?


Just fine?

…Now it is my turn to say, just let us enjoy lunch.

…Ok, you are correct. But what became of that issue of your co-worker? Did you find him?

…Now. They said he may have committed suicide.

…But his body was never found?

…That is correct.

If you know anything at all, you would tell me right? You two seemed to have been such close friends at one time and after all you did get his job.

Erick, (noticeable sensitive),
I wish people would stop saying that. I got a promotion to an open position. Yes it became available when he disappeared but I was not the only person considered for his position. It has been like five years and people still saying that.

I am not your enemy Erick, I am your sister. You need to remember that.

Yes I know I am sorry.

…After all remember, you were the one that introduce him to me right here at this very club. And again I met him at your little soiree at your den of little surprises.

Well that is like five years ago and I’ve told you everything.

…Well that is a bold face lie. You have so not told me everything but on this issue if you say so then I believe you and it is done. I will not bring it up again.

Yet another oakward pause in conversation until they are interrupted by the waiter.

How are you guys doing, everything ok?

We will have another glass of wine.

Debbie, (with the intent of saying no, did not) instead an affirmative hand gesture to say…

…please do not!!

Erick, (rather forcefully ignoring his sister’s protest directed at the Waiter)
….Yes, what she said, PLEASE, more wine.

Wine glasses renewed and filled the Waiter leaves.

Well ok, here is from one fucked up family member to another.

Just having taken a sip of the freshly poured glass of wine, Debbie began to say…,

….I know that Carrio’s..,

Debbie stops suddenly then pauses for a moment!

She looks off in the distance as if something of important suddenly gained her attention….,

Debbie, (suddenly remembering something important),
….All through our conversation I was attempting to remember his name and then suddenly it comes to me. Like I was saying things can’t be easy for Carrio’s folks.

Erick is at Club Monico, partying as he has done so many times earlier.
Erick was just a new employee at Ross and Hunter, working in the procurement department. He was partnered with a more experienced young up and coming, very intelligent junior purchasing representative named Carrio.

Carrio had just been promoted to Director of Purchasing of Data processing and Technological Development.

Carrio’s life history had long been a bit of a mystery however his work ethics at Ross and Hunter was exemplary. Thus when the time arrived he was being tapped for promotion by the new V.P of Purchasing, the outgoing Director of Purchasing, Walter.

Seated at the Ross and Hunter’s table at Club Monico were a number of executives both males and females in addition to a number of supportive staffers.

Erick, (was already an overly ambitious unknown),
Carrio, let me buy you a shooter.

…No, I am already over my limit.

Erick, leave him alone he says he has had enough.

Sis, why’ve are you being such a buzz kill?

The music was on blast, the crowd was clearly numbering way beyond the fire code allowable and most if not all were already well over their legal limits of alcohol consumption. The club, some would say, was sweetly swinging.

…Ok, bro you are correct. After all this is your people not mine.

Sometime in that evening Erick makes an announcement to keep the party going.

….Ok all you guys, this party continues at my place, not far from here.

There were a number of those accepting Erick’s invitation while the bosses, some hanging at the club a while longer, others called it an evening.

At Erick’s place, while well put together, reflected more the college pad of a freshman with its huge throw pillows, large colourful candles and a poorly stocked refreshment area doubling as a bar.

As the night got later, with a variety of conversations helped along with a generous supply of herbal supplements, for those wishing to smoke, only a handful of patrons remained.

Debbie, ( who had joined in at Erick’s),
…Bro I am done. I’ve call a cab. See you later, I am going downstairs to wait.

A couple of males volunteered to accompany Debbie as her security team ensuring her safety home via her taxi. Debbie did not refused, smiling quietly to herself, knowing each having had their own ambitious intent of being more that her personal security.

Ok you guys get home safely see you guys on Monday.

Erick was left in the company of two others already with coats on and Carrio who stated that he too would soon be off. But he was finding himself moving very slowly, having or so he thought, had one too many.

Debbie, (whispering in Erick’s ear before going out the door),
…Be very careful what you are doing, that boy is clearly drunk.

…He will be fine, I will make certain he is safe.

As the scene closes, at 2:30, AM, we see Debbie at the street level getting into the taxi with both her male body guards. Debbie is clearly in full control of her situation. As the taxi drives off, the clock fast forward to, 3:45 AM.

Camera fades to dark, allowing just enough light,
to recognize we are inside inside Erick’s apartment. Insplace we hear the soundtrack from the film Score of, Apocalypse Now, ride of the valkyries by Richard Wagner.


Cue back to restaurant
Erick finning his having lunch with Debbie.

Camera opens up behind
The Blue Rose seated. The camera sees the world through her eyes slowing panning the restaurant’s audience.

From where The Blue Rose sits she has a clear line of front profile of Erick’s right shoulder and face as he continue to have lunch with his sister Debbie. By their animated movements The Blue Rose can see they are in conversation.

Between where she sits and that of Erick’s seating on the far opposite side, is located the entrance to the club which is off to her left and a distance of about midway between them. The Blue Rose has purposely selected this section because it was out of the area of both male and female bathrooms which were located to her right and away from direct line of vision. It was also the only known blind spot of the Club’s cameras.

The main bar, one of three, was also located directly opposite to the entrance. It was also to the right of where she was seated and before the bathrooms. A gentleman, a long lost familiar face to The Blue Rose enters the club in the company of two others, all there for the lunch time menu. Without explanation and while the hostess was preparing seating closer to Erick’s table, this gentleman turns and looks to his right.

The Blue Rose (Voice over)
“Of all the lunch joins in all the towns in all the world” why this one, why now, why today”

The Gentleman steers directly at her.

The Blue Rose (Voice over)
I backed myself in this corner for privacy and now this…,

The Gentleman begins to take a slow investigative movement towards The Blue Rose. His face reflecting that of someone having seen a ghost.

The Blue Rose (Voice over)
I am fucked. Sitting here amounts to having now backed myself into my own coffin. I’ve got to think and fast. Ok.. I’ll make it short. I am working undercover. Fuck! What I am saying.

Slowly the distance between her the Gentleman is closing…,

The Blue Rose (Voice over)
Think! come on think! That’s it, I am on a stake out and…,

The Gentleman called out, gently at first. Almost questioning more than calling. But the a very puzzling look of some confusion.


The Blue Rose (Voice over)
Hello Jamie!


The Blue Rose, (with a finger to her lips indicating Silence please), then speaks very softly.

…..There is far too much to explain but trust that I will.
But you need to go NOW, Please! Here!
Taking out a pen quickly from her purse,

The Blue Rose, request,
What is your number?

Jamie tells her as she writes the number into the palm of her hand and quickly try to dismiss him with a sense of urgency that she herself made more so.

We all thought you were dead!!

The Blue Rose,
I did die!
Please Jamie I promise you I will explain but right now my job is on the line.

I am hearing you but nothing is registering. you realize that right?

The Blue Rose
Yes, I understand but trust me please. I will explain all but you need to go back to your friends right now.


Jamie turns slowly, still looking back more than moving forward.

Fade To Black Close Episode 4



Choose Living Over Existing(CLOE)Gender Free Writer(GFW), MartialArts-Auth"The Spirit That Guides Us" "Noir AM""The Lottery"

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Choose Living Over Existing(CLOE)Gender Free Writer(GFW), MartialArts-Auth"The Spirit That Guides Us" "Noir AM""The Lottery"