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Back at the Wallace household… Blind Tabitha steps out of her limo and approaches the gate. She is wearing a long black dress and a hat with a veil. She approaches the call button and speaks gently into it.

"Greta? Is your name Greta? Can I talk to you? Can you come down, please?"

"Why?" Greta whispers, her voice shaking. She is feeling stressed again. Too many new people in such a short amount of time. She's frightened, but Tabitha is prepared for this and is ready to reassure her.

"So we can speak…" Now Tabitha's voice changes, gaining confidence. It's a lovely rich voice. "I saw you at the show, I thought I'd seen a ghost. Your resemblance is striking. You have your mother's eyes, her hair. I was told you died with her. All these years have come and gone… How do I put this? I'm your… godmum."

Greta pushes a button to open the gate and hesitates on the stairs as she stares at Tabitha through the door. "State your business."

"Business?"

"What do you want?"

"I want, I want to finally meet you. Something real to cling to, leave you with the hope that you will go to all you're meant to, all I failed to. In you is a world of promise. We have both been kept in bondage. But you could learn from all my failures."

"I'm not supposed to talk to strangers."

"Or let them through the gate?"

"That either. A big risk."

"A big fence."

"A big mistake."

"A new friend." Then from Tabitha's eyes springs a full-size hologram of an older stately-looking woman in a long dress… It is Marilyn as Tabitha first saw her, right after the surgery that gave her the gift of sight.

"Oh my God… Mom?" Greta whispers. Tears appear in her dark eyes as she remembers the woman who loved her as though she were her own daughter. Greta throws herself down the stairs, yanks the door open, then retreats to a safe distance again. "How'd you do that?"

"Do what?"

"That. That eye thing."

"These eyes can do more than see."

"I know. I mean, I've seen you sing."

"Where?"

"From my window. I can see the world from there. Name the stars and constellations, count the cars and watch the seasons."

"I wish we could have watched together."

"I can't have guests."

"Never?"

"Ever. If Dad found out that I'd been let out, or that you'd been let in…"

"I should go then. Before I do, promise me you won't…"

"Better that you don't."

"Don't forget a sheltered rose…"

"It's best if I resume my life."

"…needs a little room to bloom outside her bedroom."

Tabitha throws her head back and the vision of Marilyn appears again. Greta stares at her with hungry eyes. She misses her mother so much, and Eric has been so wrapped up in his own guilt and misery that he really hasn't taken the time to notice this. In the background, a voice that might be Marilyn's can be heard singing, "Chase the morning, yield for nothing, chase the morning, yield for nothing."

Tabitha's beautiful voice rises now. "Let your life be a dream, integrity, honesty. It's too late for me. Don't look back till you're free to chase the morning."

The voice can be heard in the background again. "Yield for nothing, chase the morning, yield for nothing, yield for nothing."

Tabitha backs slowly towards the door, but before she reaches it, it opens to reveal Eric. Greta lets out a strangled yelp and flees to her bedroom. The vision of Marilyn vanishes and Tabitha turns to face the man she loved, and still loves. They stare at each other for a long painful moment. The air is heavy with words unsaid. Tabitha feels all the old desires racing through her. Eric reaches out to her, touching her face gently. It feels as though his fearful thoughts and desires have summoned her back to his house for the first time in years… She tried to come around after Marni's death, but he was so frightened for Greta, so horrified by what he'd done to cause his wife's death, that Eric had refused to see her. He'd told her that Greta had died as well so she would feel no obligations to come back. She'd tried… oh, she had tried. She'd come to his door every day for the first two years after Marni's death… then just every other day… then once a week… then once a month… and still he refused to see her or speak to her, and finally she had stopped coming at all. They'd barely seen each other, except for a few times at the Largo estate. They hadn't been alone together in seventeen long years.

"Hi Eric," Tabitha whispers.

"Tab… How did you get in here? Don't you have a show tonight?" Eric asks, dropping his hand and turning away quickly.

"How are you Eric?"

"Busy."

"You never were a man of many words, Nate. You told me Greta died," Tabitha hisses accusingly.

"Listen…"

"Eric… I promised your late wife that I'd be present in Greta's life."

"Please Tab! …Greta's very ill. It's not safe… for her to see people. I need to give her her medication."

"Dad!" Greta exclaims, deciding the danger was past and ready to face her father. "Let her stay in here."

"No, she's leaving."

"Please hide her here!"

"From what?"

"She'll be dead!"

"Look," Eric says to Tabitha, "I told you she was sick." He starts dragging Tabitha towards the door.

"Eric, you are hurting me."

"Dad!"

"My daughter needs a rest."

"I'll be fine, Greta, don't you fret."

"Repossessions are dangerous! You're not safe, Dad, she's not safe!"

"Greta, don't you fret," Tabitha tries to soothe her.

"Leave my daughter…"

"Eric, what has become of you?"

"She is sick."

"You've turned this house into a tomb."

"I can't have this!"

"Marni wouldn't want this for you! Set her free!"

"Please don't leave!" Greta begs.

"Set her free!" Tabitha pleads to Eric, though it's hard to say whether she is speaking more of Greta or of Marilyn.

"Come back!" Greta cries dashing to the door as Eric forces Tabitha outside.

"Keep it down, Shi." Eric's voice is stern.

"Come back!"

"It's your bedtime, it's late!"

"Dad!"

"Please!"

"She'll die!"

"Nonsense!"

"It's a Repo Man, Dad!"

"Nonsense."

"It's a contract!"

"Contract?"

"Come and see!"

"Nonsense."

"Come see!" Greta throws herself into her bedroom and meets her father on the landing with the pamphlet that Talbot had given her. "Tab's in trouble, Dad!"

"Where did you get this?"

"Read it, Dad, a repo man will come and take Tab's eyes!"

Eric reads for a moment, then a frown lines his face as he stares at his daughter. "There are things in life that we do best to leave alone."

"She'll die, you must help her, Dad!"

"…That are beyond control."

"You must stop her!"

"…That you don't want to know."

"Will you save Tabitha? She will lose her eyes unless you stop this Repo Man!"

"Greta, this is senseless."

"Dad, you have to try!"

"Greta, this is pointless."

"You can't let her die!"

"Please shut up!" He pauses for a moment to steady himself. "Your mother's death taught me to accept… that nothing ever last in this world. Foolish dreams can destroy a grown man. What chance has a 17-year old girl?"

Greta stares incredulously at him, then she puts her hands on her hips. "I don't know what I was thinking… there's no sense in girlish dreaming. I'm just seventeen… seventeen… And it's better than forty."

At that moment, the room becomes dark with disco-type lights and Greta finds herself wearing a tight black outfit instead of her usual white dress or white shirt and black skirt. Greta throws herself into an impetuous wild dance as suddenly a bunch of teenagers are being held out of her room by security guards and all her stuffed animals begin dancing to the music as well. Eric just looks at his daughter in exasperation.

"Mama drama's got to go! Nothing's gonna bring her back. Experiment with something living, because I'm sweeter than sixteen… Hey, hey! Hey, hey! I've always longed for true affection, but you compared me to a corpse! Done with the dead, I'm joining the living! Because I'm freeer than sixteen. Hey, hey! Hey, hey!"

"Greta…"

"Something's changing… I can feel it. Seventeen now. Why can't you see it? Seventeen and you can't stop me; seventeen and you won't boss me! You cannot control me, Father. Daddy's girl's a fucking monster!" She flips her dad the double bird, and Eric finally loses control, slapping his daughter in the face and knocking her to the ground. The rock scene dissolves and her room is back to normal.

"I'm sorry Greta," Eric whispers, kneeling down to his daughter and holding her close. Bloody tears fill his eyes. He has bungled everything. All he wanted to do was put his arms around Tabitha and tell her to stay with him and Greta now, but then she was angry and then Greta appeared and Eric couldn't bring himself to show affection for another woman in front of Greta… so he'd shouted at Tabitha instead and forced her to leave when he should have tried to help her… But he didn't know what he could do to help her. She was living under a sentence of death… And now Greta was rebelling and he couldn't handle it anymore. It was all too much…

Rodger sits at his desk when Rachel storms in, her face hidden by a veil, and her voice as high-pitched and whiny as ever. "I've never been so surgically maimed!" she wails.

"Rachel, please. It's not that bad," Rodger says in exasperation. He is sure she's being overdramatic again.

"I'll be the laughingstock of the stage!"

"Daughter please, it's not that bad."

"This is your fault! I asked you to help me!"

"No, Rachel, please."

"I warned you about this!"

"Happiness is not a warm scalpel!"

"I don't care! It's not fair!" she wails.

"Baby, baby, baby, don't do this."

"I will never sing again."

"I gave you the life I wished I'd had."

"I look like a crime scene, Dad."

"All you ever do is take, take, take. All I ever do is give."

"That surgery was only 90 grand!"

"I did not complain when you changed your name from Largo to Sweet."

"I need a stage name!"

"You are a disgrace! Your genes are not worthy of mine!" Rachel finally looks at him and he sees the mess of scars and chemical burns on her face. It is so horrific that Rodger staggers backwards to his chair and finds himself coughing so hard he cannot speak. For the first time, Rachel appears to notice his distress.

"Are you okay, Daddy?"

"I'll have one of my surgeons fix you up so you can sing tonight," Rodger gasps.

A smile of triumph appears on Rachel's face. She kisses her father on the cheek happily. "Thanks Daddy!" she squeals, skipping out of the room like a child. Rodger sits at his desk for a while without saying anything, then leans back and sighs.

"Flesh… is weak. Blood… is cheap. Inconsistent… consistently… Use your sense… save your cents… The only thing with persistence is gold… It makes the world go round… Gold… It makes the world go round… But before I go, my kids will know about the man they have crossed. As Marni did… the day she fled… and became Eric's wife. She forced my hand, he dug her grave. I will not be betrayed. Empty the trash of all of them, and leave it all to the kid! Lay the bait, Greta's fate, but only if… And will she appreciate… that gold… it makes the world go round… gold… it makes the world go round… gold…"

Greta's communicator beeps, but it is Eric who sees it as he tucks his daughter into bed. Curiosity overcomes him and he reaches for the communicator.

"Greta," Rodger's voice says, "I have your cure. Tonight, all will be revealed. See you at the opera."

Eric's face looks even more bloodless than usual. His voice drops to a deadly growl. "So, Rodger thinks he can take Greta?" he snarls.

"Dad?" Greta whispers, her eyes fluttering open.

"Nothing, Greta, nothing… go to bed."

"Why didn't you tell me I had a godmother?"

"What? What are you talking about, precious?"

Greta closes her eyes as Eric leaves the room. Meanwhile, a tinny voice can be heard as Eric descended into his tunnel. "Attention all GeneCo personnel… Apprehend the Repo Man, Eric Wallace, at once. Bring him to me. I want Eric Wallace taken out."

Eric finds himself being attacked by several people in black. He defeats them all easily, but then his eyes widen in horror. "Greta… GRETA!" he cries, racing up to her room. But the girl is gone. She has already slipped outside. "Tonight… we are… betrayed…" Eric hisses. "Keep Greta safe… Make Rodger pay… On Marni's grave… at the opera… tonight." He is losing himself now. First Rodger nearly steals Marni from him… then she dies. Now Rodger demands that he kill Tabitha, the only woman with a prayer of thawing his icy heart. If Tabitha has any sense, she'll flee the city after the opera tonight, maybe she will survive… But now Rodger wants to take Greta too… no! It is too much. Eric is close to the breaking point as he wonders where Greta could have been taken.

Greta climbs into the waiting limo and finds a package waiting for her with a message from Rodger. "Greta, this dress once belonged to your mother. I would be most honored if you wore it to the opera."

Greta's hands are shaking as she stares at the dress. "I must be brave… come, come what may… Can I be saved? Is there a way... at the opera tonight?"

Tabitha walks through the cemetery to lay a bouquet of flowers outside Marni's tomb. "I've made my peace."

In his secret chamber, Eric dresses himself in his Repo Man costume. "No chance for peace."

"I hold no grudge."

"I'll end this grudge."

"I'm gonna sing…"

"I'll stain the streets."

"My final song…"

"They'll run with blood."

"At the opera tonight," they sing together.

Rachel opens a dumpster to reveal Talbot looking completely at ease. "One more hit for the show! Make it fast!"

"Take it slow."

"One more hit of the glow!"

"Don't get caught," Talbot hisses at her.

"For tonight's show!"

Rodger and his sons stand together in the opera house. Rodger looks very pleased. "Tonight… I set the stage."

"Tonight we set the stage," the boys echo back.

"My greatest play," Rodger muses.

"My greatest face!" Ebon purrs.

"My greatest rage!" Philip howls.

"I'll take the lead," Rodger adds.

"Pavi gets laid," Ebon smirks.

"All debts are paid," Rodger continues. "At the opera tonight!"

Tabitha stands in the middle of the cemetery and throws her head back, letting her thick black hair tumble around her. "Repo Man… Repo Man…"

Eric starts making his way out of the house, but finds himself accosted by more men. "Freeze!" they yell, but they are cut down before they can properly attack him.

"At the opera tonight," he growls.

"Repo Man, come take my hand," sings Tabitha.

"At the opera tonight," sings Rodger.

"Repo Man, my eyes!"

"At the opera tonight!" Amber shrieks like a harpy.

Talbot sits next to a bin holding a small fire, two whores huddling around his boots. "Bloodbath… It's gonna be a bloodbath. Cause no one crosses GeneCo… No, not even Repo. Will Rodger clean house? Damn, we're gonna find out… at the opera. Stay tuned. The winner of this blood feud… will take GeneCo."