ACT 5 - SCENE SET 6
INT. BOSTON PD INTERROGATION ROOM- 6.1
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Rossi: Why were you calling Clyde Easter so much, Jack?
Fahey: Anybody got a smoke? How about you, beanpole?
Rossi: What do you think?
Reid: Narcissism masking deep-seated insecurity.
Rossi seemed to agree.
Rossi: So if we puncture his self-image, this hood rat will talk.
Fahey: Hey, hey, hey, I ain't no hood rat. You take that back.
Rossi: Well, you look like one. You smell like one. You smell that? [Rossi Sniffs]
Reid: Hood rat.
Fahey: I am not! Take it back!
Rossi: Hey, Jack. Do you know what a hood rat is? You see what I mean? He's just gonna have to learn the hard way.
Fahey: All right, all right, look, Clyde was gonna pay my medical bills, all right? This ear, it ain't growing back.
Reid; What happened to it?
Fahey: This bitch shot it.
Reid and Rossi shared a glance. Emily?
Reid: Why?
Fahey: I don't know! I think she's trying to kill her boyfriend.
Rossi: Go on.
Fahey: IRA Big shot named Doyle... aah! What the hell, man?! Jeez!
Rossi had grabbed ahold of Fahey's injured ear.
Rossi: Where's Prentiss?
Fahey: Who? I don't know!
Reid: Lauren Reynolds. Where is Lauren Reynolds?
Fahey: Oh. Friend of yours, is she? One crazy friend you've got.
Rossi: You tell us where she is right now, or I swear, I'll send you to a prison where they'll teach you what a hood rat is.
Fahey: And by the time you do, she'll be in pieces. You see that boyfriend of hers, he's got a temper. So, uh... My price just went up.
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INT. BOSTON PD - 6.2
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JJ, shouting incredulously: 200,000$?
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INT. WAREHOUSE - 6.3
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Ian, still sitting on the stool: And what is it you do... Lauren?
Emily remembered those words perfectly.
Emily, smirking: I'm looking to get into business with a former IRA Captain who's gone freelance. Valhalla. But since this is sensitive...
Emily (in French): It might be better to discuss this privately.
Ian (in French): You're just full of surprises, aren't you?
Emily passingly smiled at him and her gaze shifted to her restrained arms.
Emily (in French): Let me out of these.
Ian: That's not how it went.
Ian stood up, the fantasy broken.
Emily (in French), flirtatiously: I can't make you happy in handcuffs.
Ian, angry again, walking around her: You really think I'd let you fool me twice?
His hands clutched her neck and shoulders hard.
Emily: I just wanted...
Ian: I know what you wanted... A way into my head
No, Emily thought. I wanted you. I wanted to turn the clock back and change everything.
Ian, speaking directly into her ear: But I changed the locks. So now, you're going to suffer the way I suffered. This won't be the first time you've killed an innocent, but it will be the first time you have to watch. Liam!
Emily looked up at Ian, eyes wide with terror. He just smiled at her.
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INT. BOSTON PD - 6.4
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Hotch: Do we have any leverage to get him talking?
JJ: Is he an addict?
Rossi: he's having a nicotine fit. We wouldn't let him smoke.
JJ: We could use that. He'd relax, open his big mouth. Is that enough?
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EXT. ROOFTOP - JJ, ROSSI AND FAHEY - 6.5
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JJ stood in front of Fahey.
Fahey: So.. this Prentiss, she's Lauren Reynolds?
JJ: Do you know where she is?
Fahey: Tell me, what do I have to do to get you in bed with me? I really do enjoy blondes
Rossi: Hey! You watch that mouth!
Fahey: Alright alright.
SHIFT TO THE SAME SCENE BUT DIGITIZED ON THE LAPTOP IN THE WAREHOUSE SCENE
INT. WAREHOUSE - 6.6
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Ian, jeering at her: Love, why don't you sit back, relax and enjoy the show.
Confused, Emily looked up at Ian who directed her face towards the laptop beginning to go live in front of them. Emily watched the laptop screen in horror as crosshairs were trained over JJ and Rossi, on a roof with Fahey.
Sniper (over laptop video sound): In position. Target located.
Emily, not even caring about her dignity anymore and straight up begging him for mercy: No! Ian, this is about you and me! That's what you said! You and me! This isn't about them, please Ian. This is about us!
Ian didn't react except to tighten his grip on her to keep her still. Wet tears dropped onto his fingers, dripping down from her face. She wasn't even trying to hide her tears.
It was sweet he figured, how much she cared for her team. She leant back into his chest, hoping the physical contact would remind him he didn't need to hurt her team, he had her right there, completely defenseless and completely at his mercy.
Emily: Ian…. whatever you want to do to me, I accept but please.. Leave them out of it. I am begging you.
Ian: Hmmm? You're begging me?
He remembered her begging him for very different things in the past.
Emily: Please, Ian. I'll do whatever you want. Ian, leave them out of it.
Ian: You see, love, except I'm not the one who brought them into it, am I? Liam, what are you thinking?
Liam: The blonde first, then the goateed fella.
Ian: The blonde… that would be… Jennifer?
Emily couldn't control herself- she was sobbing.
Ian, sternly and squeezing her shoulders: Is that Jennifer?
Emily didn't respond.
Ian: Lauren! Is. that. Jennifer?
Emily, teary eyes shut, nodded slowly not even processing the fact he called her Lauren and not Emily. Did it really matter at this point?
Ian: With words, dear.
Emily, choking: Yes, that's Jennifer.
Ian: Well then, Liam. Good plan. What about Fahey?
Liam: If he has the shot. If not, he'll shut up.
Ian: Yeah, I reckon he will.
Emily had a better idea.
Emily, coldly: Shoot Fahey.
Ian looked intrigued.
Emily: If he dies, my team doesn't have anything
He shook her shoulders.
Ian: Hello, Lauren. Good to see you again.
Emily's lip stopped quivering. She saved JJ. Ian kept his eyes following the scene on the laptop, but his grip on her changed, as Ian's sniper took out Fahey.
His hands drifted to the sides of her arms, rubbing up and down in that same sick pseudo comforting manner he'd taken to.
Ian: He got Fahey?
Liam nodded.
Ian: Lucky for Ms. Jennifer and… oh, what's the man's name again? Love, help me out here?
Emily, reluctantly: David Rossi.
Ian: Ah. I wonder… where's Agent Morgan?
Ian chuckled.
Ian: Yeah, his name I know. Are you in love with him?
Emily, nervous, knowing what he would do to Morgan if he knew: Why would you think that?
Ian: Because.
He gripped her arms hard.
Ian: I saw you kissing him. Outside of your apartment. So i'll ask you again, are you in love with him?
He was already watching her then?
Emily, lying: No! He means nothing to me.
Ian: Then you won't care if I kill him, no?
Emily's breath hitched.
Ian: Thought so. Enlighten me, when you slept with him... And don't try to lie, I know you did, did you spy on him, rat his secrets out to Interpol? Or is that a special extra reserved just for me?
Emily, gritting her teeth: Just for you.
Ian: Ach, too bad. I thought maybe Morgan and I might have that in common. It would give us something to talk about at your funeral.
Emily laughed.
Emily: You're planning on coming to my funeral?
Ian: Of course, love. Don't worry. I'm going to leave that lovely face of yours just as lovely for it. I'd assume Harrison and Elizabeth would want it open casket?
Emily: Stay away from my parents.
Ian: Really? I was thinking I'd sit right next to them. Family of the deceased should sit together, don't you think?
Emily: You are not my family.
Ian: Aren't I?
Emily had no response. He knew Lauren. He knew Emily. He knew the amalgamation of the two. Maybe he was right.
Ian: I know the way you like your tea and how you like expensive clothes and wine and I know all about the demons in your nightmares because I used to be the person holding you at night! Now I guess, maybe I am that demon? You still whimper in your sleep. You did it in the car.
Emily: I…
Ian: Don't deny it. I remember.
TRANSITION TO FLASHBACK
FLASHBACK - INT. WAREHOUSE, SOMEWHERE IN EUROPE, MAYBE GERMANY
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Ian: You see, I don't much like being cheated.
Muller, a German supplier of Ian's: I didn't know the guns were unfunctioning, I swear
Ian, turning to face Lauren who was standing slightly behind him: You believe him?
This was the almost the least complex part of the assignment - dealing in Ian's world. Before she went on the assignment, it was decided by people over her head and above her paygrade that if, to maintain her cover, she had to play dirty and that so happened to mean killing another terrorist or terrorist adjacent, she wasn't to stop Ian.
Let them police themselves, the thought was. The real key to disrupting the arms trade was taking down the leadership, which was Ian. but if Ian took down others with him, so be it.
Personally, though, it still left its toll on her psyche.
Lauren, arms crossed underneath her chest: Nope.
Ian, smiling at her: Me neither.
Before the man could react, Ian fired a shot right between his eyes. The man was dead before he hit the ground.
Ian: Clean it up, will you?
Lauren nodded and Ian turned away, walking back to the second car.
Ian, calling out, waving his hand: I'll be in the car, love!
Emily waited until Ian was far enough away and took out her encrypted cell phone, photographing the scene for records. Clyde would need to report this as part of the case. Then, she got to work, cleaning up the casing from the bullet and lighting a match on the body.
As she walked back to the car, she handed Ian the slug and they drove off as the warehouse burst into flames.
Ian, driving for once and Lauren in the passenger seat next to him, looked back at her handiwork.
Ian: Nice work.
Lauren: Thank you.
Emily was reasonable enough to know that this was just a blip in the grand scheme of things, but she was already working on coming up with what she would tell Ian the nightmare was about when she inevitably woke him with sleeping cries tonight. It happened more regularly than she would like to admit, and everytime Ian was surprisingly patient with her. If he was upset with being woken up in the dead of night, he didn't show it.
He would shake her awake, then ask her if she wanted to talk about it. Sometimes she would refuse and he'd accept that, but other times he'd push, telling her it would help to open up. Ian Doyle, shrink?
That was a comedy sitcom she'd pay good money to see. Every time though, he'd wrap his arms tightly around her and eventually coax her back to sleep and gave her the dignity of not bringing it up once they woke up the next morning, instead bringing her a cup of tea, just the way she liked it. She'd say thanks, and they both knew it was for more than just the tea.
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INT. WAREHOUSE
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Emily: And I know everything about you, Ian. I know how you sell weapons that are responsible for deaths of hundreds and how you kill people. I know how you cover it up. I know how you destroy lives!
Ian: You know something about that too, don't you? Yet, I'm the one you hate.
Emily, strong tone fading: But I also know how you like your eggs and that you never ride in the first car and I know… I know how much you love your son. I don't hate you, Ian. I hate what you've done. But I don't hate you.
Ian, voice faltering from its previous powerful tone: We could've been a family. We were.
Emily, looking up at him, realizing he was being genuine, her voice small and quiet: No, we couldn't have.
Ian seemed to ponder this for a moment.
Ian: You're probably right. I…
Emily: You don't have to do this, Ian. You..
Ian, snarling: Of course I do! Of course I do!
Emily: I meant it earlier, about not faking everything.
Ian: I wish I could believe that.
Emily: You can!
Ian: If it was true, then why do what you did!
Emily: What, Ian?
Ian: When Fahey said you were here, he said you already knew where I was. If that's true, you know then.
Emily understood what he meant then. The warehouse was where she'd faked Declan's and Louise's death. He really thought Declan was dead.
Maybe she deserved this, for making him think he'd lost another child. Ian Doyle was many things, and a devoted father was one of them. She made it look like his son was dead!
Of course he couldn't believe she hadn't faked everything, of course he was furious. She closed her eyes in defeat. Ian pulled his gun and pressed his finger on the trigger, about to pull it.
Ian: Game's over, love. Time for your last confession.
Emily, voice sounding defeated: Take me to where he died. I want to see it.
She knew it was futile, useless to try anything. He was going to kill her, she was sure of it. Ian let go of the trigger.
Wait what? She gasped as Ian went down and untied her ankles. When he finished with her ankles, he balanced his forearms on her lap.
Ian: I'm going to uncuff you and then redo it so you can walk. If you try anything
Emily: Don't. Got it.
Ian: Good.
Ian walked around her back to undo the restraints around her wrists, throwing her now free hands around to the front. Breath, Emily reminded herself. She couldn't believe this was working.
He yanked her up by her wrists and re-locked the cuffs. Emily began to count to steady herself as Ian pulled her closer to him in order to control her better, pushing her forward with each step, causing her to stumble. She was surprisingly thankful for Ian's grip around her, she could barely hold her head up on her own.
Breathing ragged, she dipped her head into the crook of Ian's neck, his scruff dragging across her face. You loved me, she silently repeated over and over in her head, as if it would somehow convince him to not kill her. All he did was continue to push her forward, her attempts futile.
Emily, quietly, under her breath: 4, 5, 6...
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FLASHBACK - INT. IAN'S LIVING ROOM
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Lauren, hands over her eyes: 7, 8, 9, 10
Lauren: Ready or not, here I come!
She darted around on her hands and knees, reaching for the small blond child.
Lauren: Aww, I'm gonna get you. I'm gonna get you.
The boy laughed and continued to run around the room.
Lauren: I don't see you. I don't see you. Aah! I'm gonna get you!
Ian walked into the room and when she noticed,her cheeks reddened.
Lauren, pulling to boy to her waist, laughing nervous: Hi
Ian smiled at the scene. She was good with him, she really was.
Ian: LOUISE!
Louise, Ian's housekeeper, entered the room.
Ian: Come take your boy, please
Louise nodded and collected the child and exited the room. Lauren smiled at Ian, but secretly she was wondering what to do about her pregnancy she suspected. Did Ian even care for children? The initial recon she was given on the staff at Doyle's home including the young boy, the housekeeper's son, and Emily found it odd Ian let the child run amok in the villa.
Ian: You ever think about that?
Wait, what?
Lauren: Having kids?
Ian nodded.
Lauren: It's a little hard with what we do, don't you think?
He smiled.
Ian: Maybe you need the right man to do it with,
Ian wanted children?
Ian: and a son who's crazy about you.
It all made sense now. Louise's son was his son? She didn't think too hard about whether that meant Ian had slept with Louise and she didn't want to.
Lauren: I... I thought… he was your housekeeper's.
Ian: Louise raises Declan so no one can use him against me. But he's mine, and he needs a mother.
So Louise wasn't his mother. Emily was frazzled. What he was asking of her- she knew she couldn't, but damn did she want to.
Lauren, her heart internally breaking: I can't do that. Not here.
Ian: Then I'll get you out.
He would do that? Get her out of the business? She didn't know what was about to come out of her mouth, but when it did, she shocked herself, and knew she was oh so screwed.
Lauren: Or I could get you out. I have resources.
Yeah, not the resources Ian would be okay with. She could try like hell to get him a deal with the government, but for them to even consider it, Ian would have to give up his entire life. She now knew how much he cared for his son, but enough to do that? That she didn't know.
Lauren: Contacts. He would be safer. And he'd have a father.
She looked at him, begging him silently with her chocolate brown eyes.
Ian: You know what I am, Lauren. A warrior.
Ah. a deal was a really long shot anyways.
Ian: I lead warriors. I raise warriors. I can't just leave.
Declan ran back into the room and clung to Lauren's leg. Raise warriors? He wanted Declan to… to be like him?
Lauren, tone becoming more standoffish but quiet so that Declan wouldn't pay attention: You want me to raise your son so he can have your life?
Ian, lightly laughing: Is it that bad a life?
Lauren: There are so many things I would do to make you happy. But…
She refused to let this little boy become like his father. Ian was a complex man who wasn't without his good qualities, but in regards to his being a "warrior", his faults outweighed those things. Besides, no one outside her and Declan would ever see those good traits. She bent and kissed the top of Declan's head, rubbing his back.
Lauren, barely audible: I can't do this.
Lauren, now speaking directly to Declan but looking right at Ian: Go to your father.
The boy scrambled to Ian, and Ian beamed, holding his son but clearly upset Lauren wouldn't do as he wanted.
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INT. SECOND WAREHOUSE ROOM
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Ian kept his grip on her tight, pushing her to the familiar room.
Ian: "Go to your father." That's what you said. I never told anyone the truth
about Declan. You were the only one. I trusted you. I loved you. He trusted you. He loved you. You two were the only things I cared about.
Emily, wheezing: Ian…
Ian: And you put him in your profile, didn't you?
Emily, quiet: Yes
Ian: For two years I didn't talk. I didn't say a word. The North Koreans used everything
you gave them against me. Hell, they even used you. They showed me the pictures of your fake crash. But I didn't talk.
Ian laughed.
Ian, laughing: I thought I was honoring your memory.
He pushed her through the entryway.
Ian: It wasn't until they showed me these…
He ripped out a tattered photo, but Emily recognized it immediately. She's the one who set up the camera tripod to take it, anyways. She noticed, however, that the damage to the photo was caused by tears.
Ian's. He'd cried over those. Oh, Ian…
Ian: They laughed at me as I wept.
He pushed her back to the wall by her shoulders, her head smacking against the brick.
Ian: And you caused all of this, didn't you?
Emily sunk down to the floor, tucking her chin on her knees, eyes staring right at her former lover.
Emily: Yes I did.
Ian pointed to a corner of the room. He picked her up by her cuffed wrists and spun her to face the corner.
Ian: That corner right there, that's where he died.
He tossed her to the floor in front of the wall and pulled his gun.
Ian: And that's where I'm going to kill you.
Emily threw her head up, blowing misplaced hairs out of her face to meet his blue eyes. She knew this was her last chance, but she would die before giving up Declan's location to Ian. She could give him the knowledge he was alive, but she would never let him ruin the life she'd broken probably a dozen federal and international laws to give him.
Never.
Emily: There's something you don't know about those photos.
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