Notes:
Soundtrack suggestions:
Claire, Owen and Franklin locked up in cell:
- Bedding Down – James Newton Howard, Atlantis: The Lost Empire (Up to 01:18)
- Win one for the reaper – Michael Giacchino, Lost: Season 1.
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"We are innocent!" Claire protested in Spanish as they were led through Puntarenas' police station. "Torres, that son of a bitch, told you a bunch of lies! I demand to speak to your captain!"
"He went back home. You'll see him tomorrow," replied one of the policemen escorting them.
"I ask for a lawyer!"
"We'll see that tomorrow. For now, to jail!"
Soon after, they were searched, with the officers removing every item in their possession and putting them in crates or airtight bags, including Jesse's severed finger, which made one of the policewoman in charge of the task look at Claire with disgust.
"Jesus, what a nutter...," she muttered in her native language.
Once the search was completed, they were escorted to the cells and at the entrance to a hallway, the trio were separated and while Claire was taken to one side by policewomen, Owen and Franklin were guided in the opposite direction by male officers. Claire tried to escape the arms of those who were taking her in order to reach her boyfriend.
"It's going to be alright, honey!" He reassured her, shouting over his shoulder.
Powerless, Claire stopped fidgeting, reluctantly entered the cell that had just been opened, and let the door close behind her. She looked around the cell and saw that she was not alone there, as the room was occupied by two other prisoners. To Claire's right was a fat, middle-aged woman, sitting with her legs spread on one of the two benches and looking blankly at the one opposite of her. To Claire's left, on the other bench, was a skeletal young woman, seated with her legs bent against her chest, keeping her eyes down. The older woman turned her head towards Claire and hiccupped.
"Oh, a gringa!" She said.
Claire ignored her and walked to the bench on her left.
"Hey… hey I think I saw you on TV," the woman added in a wavering voice. "You're the one who..."
Claire turned her head abruptly in her direction, showing her scarred face. At its sight, the paunchy woman hiccupped loudly, recoiled in her bench and looked away. The fallen park director took her place on the same bench as the emaciated younger woman, who gave their new cellmate a quick glance, stopping her eyes for a moment on Claire's bionic prosthesis, before putting her head back on her knees and muttering unintelligible words while bobbing her head. Claire sighed.
Great, a stinking alcoholic and a half-crazy junkie! Just my luck!" she thought.
Owen and Franklin had been put in the same cell, larger than Claire's and which they shared with a small group of men, who had taken over a corner of the room and glared suspiciously at the two Americans but they didn't mess with Owen, who was taller and stronger than them. Shortly after the trio were put in cells, the police officers gave them food, it was dinner time.
"I would suggest you to stay close to me," Owen said to Franklin as he ate. "I don't know why those guys are here and I don't want to know."
The IT technician took a seat next to the keeper, bringing his plate, and ate with him.
"Sorry for earlier. We were tough with you. You didn't hurt us," he apologized.
"Not directly..."
Owen nodded.
"Indeed…"
A moment later he added:
"She didn't hit you... Consider yourself lucky. She doesn't hate you. You just disappointed her... I don't know what would have happened if Alexander had been in your place..."
"She would have kicked him and dumped him on the side of the road like an old mutt," Franklin replied half-jokingly.
"Probably…"
Franklin looked up to look at their cell.
"My parents are going to pull a strange face when they find out that I made a detour through the prison square," he said.
Owen laughed softly.
"You could brag about it to your future girlfriends… or boyfriends. I don't know your tastes..."
"I ignore them myself. I never had a girlfriend or boyfriend. I am as chaste as a monk. Maybe I'm just not into it."
"You might laugh, but I was barely younger than you when I lost my virginity. It's not a race. You've got your whole life ahead of you."
Franklin nodded and asked shortly afterwards, in a low voice:
"How did you and Claire become lovers, when she was still deputy park director?"
Owen put his empty plate at the base of the bench and leaned back against the wall.
"That's one hell of a story," he said, looking at Franklin. "Make sure you're comfortable because it might take a long time. It started a day..."
The keeper told the IT technician about the circumstances of his meeting with Claire, the beginnings of their unexpected friendship, their first date after his hospitalization following the incident with Andromeda, the hesitations about the feelings they had for each other as well as that holiday in Sámara. Owen clarified that contrary to what some of their former colleagues thought, it was that holiday which marked the beginning of their affair and not the carnival evening which occurred a little earlier. At the end of the latter, they had certainly ended up together in his bed, but when they woke up the next day shortly before noon, they were still wearing their costumes, as drunkenness had knocked them out and prevented them from doing anything. When Claire had to leave Owen's bungalow as discreetly as possible to return to Burroughs, they had thought that it would go no further, that their relationship would end with a hangover and an awkward awakening.
Then, a few weeks later, Claire had contacted him again, informing him that the colleague with whom she was supposed to spend a few days in Sámara had to cancel following an emergency and that she was looking for someone to replace her. Desiring to see her again, he had accepted and after taking the same ferry but traveling separately to avoid fuelling gossip, they had met in Puntarenas, and then travelled together to Sámara. After mentioning the horseback ride and the other activities they did there, Owen told Franklin about the time they posed as a couple to get a discount at a restaurant, their slow dance on a bar's terrace during a night of dancing and what happened in their accommodation later that night, when she showed her carnal desire for him and they fully gave in to their passion. The keeper then spoke about the evolution of their secret romance.
Following their return from Sámara, Claire had made sure that their next holidays coincided, so that they could go to the mainland again and have a good time together without fear of being seen by colleagues. But quickly, they knew they weren't going to be able to go on like this, and they grew bolder, starting to see each other at night on the island, then in the middle of the day, going so far as to meet in closets, hay barns and other premises where they could have been surprised.
As Owen continued to tell him about their romance, Franklin felt fatigue winning over him.
"… She said to me: What a stallion! How many mares did you service like that?..."
Since Franklin hadn't reacted for a few minutes, Owen looked at him and saw that he had finally fallen asleep.
"The rest shall be for another time..."
He too was exhausted but had trouble sleeping.
This was not the case for Claire who, immediately after having finished her meal, had laid down on the bench, half curled up with her back facing the two other prisoners, as the junkie had preferred to go to the other bench and support the alcoholic's strong smell than stay next to the scary redhead.
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Notes:
Here finishes the first half of Jurassic World: The Red Queen. The second half will narrate the end of Claire Dearing's and Owen Grady's stay in Costa Rica, their return to the United States, the investigation carried out by Guillaume Vuillier about project Bethany, and the Lockwood Estate incident, during which InGen's fate will be definitely decided.