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Act One

Gary Howsen is in Vicki’s office, seeking her help on an investigation involving his wife, Marcy. Vicki brings him a cup of coffee as they discuss his case.

Gary: Marcy shot in the low nineties that day. Out-played me by three strokes. We were unbeatable. Used to be, we did everything together. Now she’s busy, I’m busy.

Vicki: And you think she’s getting busy with somebody else?

Gary: That’s one way of putting it.

Vicki: You really want to find out if your wife is cheating Mr. Howsen, or do you want to stay married?

Gary: Yes, and yes.

Vicki: ‘Cause what I’m saying is, your money could be better spent on counseling.

Gary: Or a hit man.

Vicki looks at him wide-eyed causing Gary to smile.

Gary: I’m kidding.

Vicki: People get upset. They overreact a little and suddenly they’re divorced, wondering how they got there.

Gary: Can you help me or not?

Vicki: I can start first thing tomorrow, but you should know that some spouses find out they’ve been investigated and the marriages never recover.

Gary: I’m dying by slow degrees here Ms. Nelson. If it’s over, I want to know.

Gary gets up to leave and as he’s heading out the door calls back over his shoulder.

Gary: I’ll call you tomorrow.

As he leaves, Coreen comes in, all smiles.

Coreen: Anything juicy? Ectoplasm in his beamer? A poltergeist in his summer house?

Vicki turns the picture around and shows Coreen and the audience Gary and Marcy Howsen in happier times.

Vicki: He’s wearing horns.

Coreen: Adultery, again? Where do people find the time?

Meanwhile, Marcy is in a red bedroom doing something much more fun than the meeting she was supposed to be attending.

Marcy: You are so worth blowing off that meeting for!

A man chuckles as Marcy gets off the bed and heads into the bathroom.

Marcy: Are you free tomorrow?

There is no answer from inside the bedroom as she draws some water for a bath.

Marcy: Gary’s working late every night this week. Last night he didn’t make it home ‘til five.

As she adds bath gel to the water she continues to talk even though she’s not getting any response from the bedroom.

Marcy: Anyhow… it’s not all wines and roses, right?

As she turns she sees something off camera that horrifies her. The figure reaches out and pulls her away from the tub and pushes her into the bathroom wall. We hear a roar just before she screams and puts her hands out defensively.

 

 

Act Two

Vicki pulls up in a cab to the Marcy Howsen murder scene, greeting her former fellow officers as she enters the scene. She finds Mike inside just finishing up a phone call.

Mike: (on phone) All right. Call me later. (pause) Yeah.

Mike sees Vicki as he hangs up.

Mike: Hey.

Vicki: Hey.

Mike: What? We have plans?

Vicki: Well that depends. Did you get that raise?

Mike: (laughing) Yeah, yeah I bought this place with it too.

Vicki: Mmm. Well in that case, I am free for dinner.

Mike pauses in the midst of making another phone call.

Mike: Well that’s good to hear. Let me just, uh, clean up this mess and we’ll be on our way, all right?

Vicki: Well this mess is why I’m here. My client called.

Vicki and Mike look up at Gary, who is coming down the stairs, a stunned look on his face.

Gary: She’s dead.

Gary and Vicki go upstairs and enter the bedroom as the police wheel Marcy’s body out of it.

Gary: I came upstairs. The bath was running. I found Marcy.

Vicki: I’m sorry.

Gary: It was him, the guy… Whoever she’s been… I want you to find out who did this.

Vicki: Well, that’s why the police are here, Mr. Howsen, you know? They know what they’re doing.

Gary: I didn’t come home last night Ms. Nelson. I sacked out in the office. I just came home this morning to change my shirt. But nobody saw me, and I know how it looks to these guys.

Dave approaches from the bathroom.

Dave: Mr. Howsen? Detective Graham. Can we talk over here?

As Dave leads him away, Gary calls back out to Vicki.

Gary: I need somebody on my side. I didn’t kill my wife. I didn’t!

Vicki leaves the house and finds all the neighborhood wives gathered together talking about the situation. Mike comes up on her as she’s watching them

Mike: Vick!

They both talk at the same time.

Vicki: Suffocation or strangulation, right?

Mike: Thought his wife was cheating on him and hired you?

Vicki and Mike: Could be.

Vicki walks away from Mike, leaving him at the crime scene as she gets into her cab.

Later, she and Henry meet for drinks.

Vicki: We should have gone to my bar. I hate training new bartenders.

Henry runs his hand over her drink, fixing it the way she likes it.

Vicki: Where have your hands been tonight?

Henry: Ask me again in a couple hours. So what’s eating you?

Vicki: Well, my client made a joke about hiring a hit man and 24 hours later his wife is dead. If he was going to have her killed, why would he joke about it? Maybe he’s setting me up as his alibi.

Henry: Are you always this paranoid?

Vicki: Well he doesn’t have an alibi. He also doesn’t have a ghost, or a monster, or a zombie. Hmm, this will be great.

Henry: So you say, but your eyes say something else.

Vicki: Right.

Henry: Your eyes say that plain old murder’s boring. They say that supernatural, other-worldly, freaky turns you on.

Vicki: It always has to come back to you doesn’t it?

Henry: This could be your fate, Vicki.

Vicki: Fate, right. Yeah, like I’m fated to go blind. Like I’m fated to bring hell to earth.

Vicki finishes her drink and it’s replaced, incorrect again. Vicki scowls and Henry doesn’t say anything, just runs his hand over it again to fix it the way she likes it.

Henry: So is your client worried about his upcoming experience with “justice”?

Vicki: If that’s supposed to be a slag against cops, I’d stop right there.

Henry: Well, it’s not a slag against ex-cops, which is what you are. Are you trying to suggest that Mikey’s good at his job?

Vicki: Not just his job.

Henry, suitably rebuffed, gets up to leave as Vicki sighs.

Henry: I’m sure. Good night, Vicki.

Vicki: Henry, come on.

The host puts Henry’s coat around his shoulders and he leaves Vicki at the bar, looking after him, before she goes back to her drink.

The next day, Vicki is questioning the neighborhood wives she saw milling around the crime scene the day before.

Cheryl: Marcy was great, Ms. Nelson. She wanted it all, and she was getting it. And then somebody broke in and killed her. For no reason.

Vicki: Broke in?

Cheryl: Well, it wouldn’t have been anyone here.

Isabel: Oh, it had to be a stranger.

Wendy: All of our people are vetted.

Vicki: See Mr. Howsen thought Marcy might have been seeing someone. So maybe that’s your stranger?

Cheryl: I don’t think Marcy was fooling around.

Isabel: No, Marcy loved Gary.

Vicki: Oh right and love has such a great track record.

Cheryl: She was very happy. We all are.

Vicki: Marcy had a meeting that day, but she was home, and the bed was a mess. How’s that?

Wendy: She wasn’t the best housekeeper. (Isabel laughs) Who knows what happens inside a marriage.

Vicki: Okay, just so you know, avoiding my questions isn’t going to help solve your friend’s murder.

Cheryl: It was nobody here.

Vicki: (As they all look out over the back lawn) Who’s that?

Isabel: My gardener.

Cheryl: Your gardener?

Isabel: (rolling her eyes) Our gardener.

Wendy: Emmanuel. He works for all of us.

Vicki: Was he working last night?

Cheryl: In a way. He was teaching us flower arranging.

Wendy: He’s very talented.

Back at the police station, Mike and Dave discuss evidence.

Mike: Crime scene says the prints are of the loving couple. A few others came up, checked out as the cleaning staff.

Dave: Leave their prints behind? What kind of cleaning is that?

Mike: Good help, Dave. Hard to find.

Dave: What was that? A dig?

Mike: (laughs) If you don’t know, you prove my point.

Mike slaps Dave on the arm with a case file as Kate approaches.

Kate: Celluci.

Mike: Yeah?

Kate: The friend of a friend delivered.

Kate hands Mike a file.

Mike: Thanks.

Dave: You know what? I’m going to leave you two lovebirds alone.  Oh, but, watch out, he’s still carrying that Vicki torch.

Kate: Thanks for the tip Cupid.

Mike: Yeah, thanks Dave.

Kate: There was a message.

Mike: Yeah?

Kate: Something like “The next time Celluci wants me to spend a day in records investigating a murder from 1932, tell him he can go…” Forget it. Later.

Kate begins to walk away but Mike calls her back.

Mike: Hey Kate? Thanks.

Mike looks at the file, including crime scene photos of a man with bite marks on his neck. He takes the file and puts in his desk drawer, in a growing folder marked Fitzroy.

Meanwhile Vicki goes over to where Emmanuel is working on the gardens and shows him her badge. He appears to have been expecting her.

Vicki: Vicki Nelson, Private Investigator. I have a few questions.

Emmanuel: You want to know where I was last night.

Vicki: Well, that’d be a start.

Emmanuel: I gave a class in flower arranging; to Cheryl, Isabel and Wendy.

Vicki: Marcy not invited?

Emmanuel: She didn’t come.

Vicki: Didn’t she?

Emmanuel: If only she had.

Emmanuel gives Vicki a pink flower he’s picked for her. Then he walks her around to the porch of Cheryl’s house as they continue their discussion.

Vicki: You two spent time together?

Emmanuel: I took care of her… garden.

Vicki: I bet you did.

Vicki slips on the steps but Emmanuel is right there to catch her, causing her to chuckle nervously.

Emmanuel: “She shines like the rose-fingered moon, rising after sundown, erasing all stars around her.”

Vicki: (laughing) Poetry’s really not my thing.

Emmanuel: “Her light spreads on roses and tender thyme, and the blooming honey-lotus.”

Emmanuel turns on the charm and Vicki is intrigued but endeavors to get back to her case.

Vicki: Oh… You’re sure you didn’t see Marcy last night?

Emmanuel: Flower arranging lesson. Would you like one?

Vicki: (chuckling nervously) No, thanks.

Emmanuel leaves and Vicki gives herself a shake as he does. Then Bruce Caldwell comes around looking for his wife, Cheryl.

Bruce: Cheryl? Cheryl. (sees Vicki) Hi, who are you?

Vicki: Vicki Nelson, I’m working for Gary.

Bruce: Oh… the PI.

Vicki: Yeah.

Bruce: Nice to meet you. I’m Bruce Caldwell. Cheryl’s husband.

Vicki: Hmm.

Bruce: Is she around somewhere or…?

Vicki: Uh… I’m sure she’s not far.

Bruce: She’s never where I think she’s going to be. Oh, come on inside. Terrible about Marcy. Do the police have any suspects?

Vicki: Not as yet. How about you?

Bruce: You mean do I suspect somebody? No, not around here. And they’re sure it’s murder?

Vicki: Well, she didn’t strangle herself. How about that gardener?

Bruce: Oh, I don’t know the guy. I don’t know. Don’t the police usually suspect the husband?

Vicki: What, especially if he’s jealous?

Bruce: Well, I don’t know if Gary was jealous.

Vicki: I do.

Vicki picks up a small fertility sculpture off the shelf.

Vicki: This is subtle.

Bruce: My mother’s. She was an anthropologist. I used to be fascinated with those things when I was a kid. No cable.

Vicki: Ah. Where are they from?

Bruce: Well, all over. I’m ashamed. It’s a significant collection and I don’t remember much about them.

Bruce gets a bit tense as Vicki fingers his collection. He steps in and puts the sculptures right again.

Bruce: Um, they’re a little valuable.

Vicki: A little creepy.

Bruce: Oh, I don’t think so. My mother used to keep them in individual cases, but Cheryl thinks that’s tacky, too collector-y. The women were really women back then, weren’t they?

Vicki: Hmm. Yeah I always figured the sculptors must have been teenage boys.

Bruce: Yes, that would explain a lot. Well I’m going to take another look around for my wife.

Bruce leaves Vicki who takes out her camera and snaps some photos of the sculptures.

Henry comes to see Vicki in her office after nightfall to discuss the case.

Henry: A gardener who quotes poetry.

Vicki: You sound almost jealous. How endearing.

Henry: Jealousy’s a useless emotion.

Vicki: Hmm. “After 450 years, I don’t waste my time on futile feelings.”

Henry: Don’t knock experience.

Vicki: I never do. And experience is telling me that there is something between those women and that gardener. I mean, their alibi is too neat. Why wasn’t Marcy invited? I’ll go over tomorrow. Sniff around some more.

Henry: Anywhere in particular?

Vicki: You’re kind of twisted. Anyone ever told you that?

Henry: Maybe I’ll come. He sounds irresistible.

Vicki: So he’s handsome. There’s no crime in noticing.

Henry uses his supernatural speed and crosses around and leans right next to Vicki, surprising her.

Henry: You don’t sound like a cop talking about a suspect.

Vicki: I’m trained to notice details.

Henry: So am I. Like your heart beating faster.

Vicki: Too much caffeine.

Henry: If you need to relax, I could quote you some poetry.

Vicki:  You could try.

Henry: Apparently it works.

Vicki turns so they are face to face and Henry leans in, ready to kiss her.

Vicki: If you want to know what works? You could get the garbage on your way out.

Henry disappears with vampire speed causing Vicki to smirk.

Later that night Vicki is in bed having a very erotic dream about a male lover in bed with her, stroking her body. Shocked she bolts upright, now wide awake. But there’s no one there.

 

 

Act Three

After her erotic dream Vicki goes over to visit Henry to find out what he’s been up to.

Vicki: Hi.

Henry: Are you okay?

Vicki: You weren’t just … over at my place. You know, somehow, um like, in bed with me, running your hands all over my body? That kind of thing?

Henry: That depends, were you enjoying it?

Vicki: Henry…

Henry: No.

Vicki: Are you sure?

Henry: I think I’d remember it.

Vicki: Okay… Okay good. Well (laughs) that’s a load off. Phew.

Henry: Disappointed?

Vicki: No, no, relieved.

Henry: You don’t look relieved.

Vicki: Oh no, this is um… this is my relieved face.

Henry: Because finding me in your bed running my hands all over your body would be… horrible.

Vicki: Well, unless you were invited.

Henry: I’m all ears.

Vicki: Obviously, here’s the catch, you’re a vampire, I’m a half-blind private investigator. These stories always end up tragic.

Henry: We could beat the odds.

Vicki: I’m not much of a gambler. ‘Night, Hank.

Vicki walks away towards the elevator and Henry calls out after her.

Henry: We could cuddle after.

This causes her to look back his way but she still leaves anyway.

The next day Vicki goes over to the station to see how Mike’s progressing in the murder investigation.

Vicki: What about the gardener? Did you check him out?

Mike: Ha, not as much as you did I bet.

Vicki: Come on Mike. You know, Coreen ran a dozen databases… came up with nothing on this guy.

Mike: Mmm. Yeah, we figure Zorro’s an illegal immigrant.

Vicki: Hmm.

Mike: We’re gonna sit with it. He’ll get nervous, make a mistake, then we’ll bring him in.

Vicki: What about his alibi?

Mike: Oh, you mean his harem?

Vicki: (laughs) You mean the harem that just figured out their a harem? Yeah, that’s the one.

Mike: Yeah, remarkably consistent.

Vicki: Hmm. So any other suspects?

Mike: Come on, Vick. You know we like Gary for this but I’m not gonna talk to you about it.

Vicki: Okay, how about we don’t talk about it over dinner? No work talk. I swear.

Mike: This so-called dinner, just the two of us?

Vicki: Is there someone you want me to bring?

Mike: Is Henry working this with you?

Vicki: He is. And you’re killing the moment in case you were wondering.

Mike: Well, you know, I wouldn’t want to kill the moment but um, come on, Vick, I just don’t want to see you get hurt.

Vicki: I’m going to try and remember that this is coming out of your concern for me, and not out of some kind of caveman complex.

Vicki, annoyed, leaves as Mike delivers a parting comment.

Mike: Hmm. Why can’t it be both!

After Vicki leaves the station she goes to check up on Emmanuel but he’s not at home.

Vicki: Emmanuel? Emmanuel?

Vicki walks away from the door and looks out over the complex, catching Isabel and Emmanuel playing and making out on her porch. Vicki snaps some pictures. Then she snaps some more as Emmanuel cools off post play time with a large bucket of water. She approaches.

Vicki: Hot?

Emmanuel: A little.

Vicki: I’d say a lot. So, Isabel, Marcy. Just how many lawns are you trimming around here?

Emmanuel: Oh… you have such great energy, Vicki. You must have many lovers.

Vicki: I saw you with Isabel. And Gary saw you with Marcy. The police are watching you.

Emmanuel: I didn’t do anything that people didn’t want me to do. I cared for Marcy, I didn’t hurt her.

Vicki: Who did?

Emmanuel: I don’t know.

Vicki: Listen, I think you do.

Cheryl comes up, interrupting what’s become a close moment between Vicki and Emmanuel.

Emmanuel: Cheryl!

Cheryl: I uh, finished at work early. And I wanted to talk to you about the fall plantings. (To Vicki) Any luck with Marcy’s murder?

Vicki doesn’t get time to answer as Wendy comes up on the scene.

Wendy: (To Cheryl) Shouldn’t you be at work?

Cheryl: Shouldn’t you?

Emmanuel: Isabel has brochures about the new irrigation system. Excuse me.

Emmanuel leaves all the women watching after him and Vicki takes an opportunity to try and work the girls for more information.

Vicki: Emmanuel was just giving me a little shoka primer. He said the flower you started with is in this garden. Which one is it?

Cheryl and Wendy start making it up at the same time. Unfortunately they never got their stories straight to begin with.

Cheryl: (pointing out a deep red flower) that one.

Wendy: The pink one.

Cheryl: My mistake. The pink one.

Vicki pats both women on the back and takes her leave.

Vicki: Thanks.

 

 

Act Four

Vicki, Coreen and Henry meet at Henry’s bar to discuss strategy before heading over to the country club to try and pry more information out of Marcy’s friends.

Vicki: These women are lying about the night of Marcy’s murder, so we are going to unleash Henry’s mojo on ‘em.

Henry: I don’t have mojo. I have charm.  Charisma if you will.

Coreen: I would.

Vicki: Well, whatever it is, you’re taking it to the golf and country club tonight.

Henry: A golf club?

Vicki: I know, I know, but sometimes you gotta go where the case takes you. Meanwhile, we’re going to go back to Richie Rich Estates. I want to search the gardener’s cottage.

Coreen: I want to search the gardener.

Vicki: He’s our suspect.

Coreen: Delicious until proven guilty.

As Vicki and Coreen talk they pack up the pictures of the women in Marcy’s life. Henry takes the opportunity to steal a glance at the women he’ll be working that evening.

Vicki walks Henry home so she can talk to him about boundaries.

Vicki: So, you okay with this?

Henry: I’ve talked to women before.

Vicki: Yeah, but not as a PI.

Henry: Yet I usually get what I want.

Vicki: You’re not gonna, you know, bite them, are you?

Henry: Are you gonna tell me I can’t?

Vicki: No.

Henry: Good.

Vicki: It’s just that it’s not exactly protocol.

Henry: You are gonna tell me I can’t.

Vicki: Well, it’s an investigation, not a picnic.

Henry: Is this really about something I might do, or something I didn’t.

Vicki plays dumb so Henry spells it out for her.

Henry: The other night when I didn’t stay… then you showed up at my place.

Vicki: Oh, no, no. This is completely different. Completely!

Henry: (smiling) If you say so.

Vicki: Yeah!

They stop outside of Henry’s building.

Henry: I’ve gotta change.

Vicki: Okay. Um, call me later?

Henry: You got it.

Vicki watches Henry walk away, looking for assurance.

Henry: I’m not going to!

Vicki: Bite them?

Henry: Bite them.

Henry makes his way into the country club where all the community members are mingling. He sees Cheryl, Isabel and Wendy huddled together and watches them. They look back, clearly intrigued by the good-looking stranger in their midst. He corners Wendy first.

Henry: Tell me about your flower arranging class. What really happened that night?

Wendy: We were practicing Shoka. It’s a Japanese style.

Henry: Sounds exotic.

Wendy: Yeah

Henry: And was Emmanuel there with you?

Wendy: Emmanuel… (at the mention of his name, Wendy seems to snap out of her attraction to Henry) was in the living room. We all were.

Having no luck with Wendy, Henry moves on to Cheryl.

Cheryl: To think that Shoka could have saved her life.

Henry: Except that Emmanuel wasn’t there.

Cheryl: Emmanuel was there. He’s the Shoka expert. Oh god, Mike Weir did come. Excuse me.

Striking out a second time, Henry tries his wiles on Isabel.

Henry: I think you like living life on the edge. Other people think they understand you but they don’t do they?

Isabel: Nobody does. (she angles her neck, giving Henry a nice long look at it) Like my neck. I’ve always got this pain right here. And I never talk about it

Henry growls and moves in to bite her. But Isabel is distracted.

Isabel: Oh, excuse me.

Cheryl and Wendy look on as Henry strikes out again.

Meanwhile, Vicki and Coreen are walking through Richie Estates, having checked things out.

Vicki: Just keep that filthy mind of yours on the case and Emmanuel.

Coreen: All I’m saying is … two great guys and every night you’re going home alone.

Vicki: Look, I-I’m just too busy for the messy relationship stuff right now.

Coreen: Too busy for the messy? (Holds up a bag of slinky lingerie evidence in a plastic bag) ‘Cause the working women here sure aren’t.

Vicki: I appreciate your… concern Coreen. But I’d appreciate you shutting up more.

They walk for a minute and then Vicki sighs and decides to confide in Coreen about her dream a few nights before.

Vicki: Well, you know, there was this “thing” the other night.

Coreen: Who? Henry or Mike?

Vicki: Neither.  I mean, it was really – it was just this weird dream. I mean, it was like someone was in bed with me, running their hands all over my body.

Coreen: No face?

Vicki: (shaking her head) Just an impression. You know, like the – like the weight of a body pressing down on me.

Coreen: And then what?

Vicki: It – it felt really real, though.

Coreen: Really real?

Vicki: Real.

Coreen: You know, Vicki, it sounds like an incubus.

Vicki: A what?

Coreen: Incubus. A sex demon. Sort of a virtual vibrator for the Medieval set.

Vicki: Nah, I think it was just a dream.

Their conversation is cut short by Isabel’s screams.

Vicki: Call the police.

Vicki begins to run toward the screams, running into Isabel’s house and up the stairs. Throwing the door to the bedroom open she finds Isabel face up on the bed, struggling with a very large, black cloaked attacker.

Vicki: Dammit!

The figure looks at her but the camera doesn’t pick up its face. She rushes it but is easily thrown aside. The figure leans over Isabel, face to face with her as it continues its attack.

 

 

Act Five

Vicki recovers from being tossed aside like a doll to see the figure sucking the life out of Isabel through her mouth. Getting up she moves in to try to attack the cloaked figure again but it disappears before she can, leaving her hovering over a very dead Isabel.  Bruce Caldwell runs into the room, followed closely by Coreen as Vicki checks Isabel for a pulse.

Bruce: What happened? Is she all right?

Vicki: Are they on their way?

Coreen: On their way.

Isabel’s husband comes in the room and sees his wife lying motionless on the bed.

Husband: Oh god. Isabel. Isabel!

As he falls down next to the bed, Vicki collapses her baton forcefully, frustrated at not being able to help. Bruce takes Isabel’s distraught husband out of the room.

Meanwhile, Henry is taking his frustration out on the golf course after his unsuccessful attempts to cajole information out of Cheryl, Isabel and Wendy. He slices a shot deep into the woods.

Henry: Bloody Hell.

Taking another ball out of his pocket he kisses it and then drops it on the grass, preparing to take another whack at it. Vicki and Coreen approach from the clubhouse, interrupting his swing.

Coreen: Henry!

Henry: (softly) Please, some respect for the game.

Coreen: Vicki fought a demon.

Henry: What?

Coreen explains what happened at Richie Estates as Vicki just circles around them, preoccupied with the golf club.

Coreen: Something attacked Isabel and Vicki tried to kill it and it knocked her across the room and it has glowing red eyes and we think it might be Emmanuel and…

Coreen trails off as Vicki starts laughing.

Vicki: You golf?

Henry: My father killed the Scottish King. Yes I golf.

They head back to the office to figure out their latest problem. Coreen types some search words into her computer.

Coreen: “Demons attack night”. It’s kind of a large search term.

Vicki: Well it looked like it was sucking the breath out of her.

Henry: Incubus do that.

Coreen: Yes! Vicki had a visit the other night, you know. Lucky.

Henry: “The other night”, when you came over. The hands all over you. The hands you hoped were mine.

Vicki: Feared.

Henry grins and turns away as Coreen finds some results from her search.

Coreen: Incubus, from the Latin “incubo”, meaning burden or weight. (looks at Vicki) You want me to explain that part to you?

Vicki: No, no that’s okay. I, uh… remember.

Coreen: Check this out. The incubus could be a nasty lover with a sexual organ that was freezing cold, double pronged or painfully large. Do those two words really belong together?

Vicki: And you think I should take up with the messy.

Henry: An incubus has the power to put everyone in the house into a deep sleep. Once she succumbs, the woman is dragged into hell for eternity. (Smiling) The country club! That’s how they resisted me. They were under the influence of the incubus!

Vicki: I thought you were irresistible.

Coreen: You resist him.

Henry: The incubus got there first.

Vicki: Some excuse. (looking back at the computer) Look, it looks like one of the idols at Cheryl’s house.

Coreen: She has an incubus idol?

Vicki: Uh… sort of. They’re the husband’s.

Vicki grabs her camera off the shelf and compares the idols.

Henry: It doesn’t make sense. Idols are used to worship.

Vicki: Yes, but they’re also used to summon demons. Like the creep who did this to me.  (flashes her right wrist tattoo)

Coreen: So somebody summoned an incubus and it killed Marcy and Isabel?

Vicki: No. Y - You’re asking the wrong gal about that but find out more about these idols and get me a meet with Cheryl.

The next day Cheryl shows up for her meeting at the office and Vicki presses her about Emmanuel.

Vicki: And I want to know how many more of your friends have to die before you tell me about you and Emmanuel.

Cheryl: You don’t have to yell.

Vicki: Well, apparently, I do.

Cheryl: We have this “networking” group. It’s a way for us to get together on expense. We usually don’t end up talking much business. Just complain about our husbands not giving us attention.

----Begin Flashback----

Isabel: I swear to god, every time I’m feeling frisky he’s just laying there like a log. Sleeping.

Wendy: At least you’re getting wood.

As they all laugh, Marcy wanders away and starts playing with the idols, pantomiming her and Gary.

Marcy: “Oh Gary, give me a little loving.” “I am too busy for that right now, baby.” “Oh come on Gary, I’ll pay for that golf vacation you always wanted if you’ll just…”

Cheryl follows Marcy and takes the idols away from her, putting them on top of the display shelf.

Cheryl: Marcy, Marcy, these things are worth money.

There is a lot of intermingled chatter that can’t be caught as Wendy gets up to look at the idols, particularly the incubus and his “large asset”.

Wendy: Yeah, yeah, he could solve more than my problems. Oh, look at him. Wouldn’t it be great if he was like a genie in a bottle?

Isabel follows Wendy and picks up the incubus idol and starts rubbing it.

Isabel: Ooh and all you had to do was rub him and make a wish.

Unknown: I’m willing!

Isabel sets the idol down in the middle of the table after rubbing it and it starts to smoke, causing them all to scream and jump back.

----End Flashback----

Vicki: And Emmanuel showed up the next day?

Cheryl: Not exactly. We all started having these weird dreams. Like someone was in bed with us. Someone you wanted to be in bed with.

As Cheryl continues her story there is another flashback accompanied with her voiceover of Cheryl coming out to the back porch to see Emmanuel working in the garden.

Cheryl: And then I figured Marcy had hired him. Turns out Marcy figured Isabel had hired him and so on. He needed a place; I had a guest cottage on my property, so…

Vicki: And the dreams?

Cheryl: We’re all pretty career driven. You have your own business, you must understand that. You focus fully on one thing, other things disappear… cooking at home, lazy Sundays, sex. There’s not much time. Not much will, either.

Vicki: So you traded in the dreams for reality.

Cheryl: There was no Shoka class. I was with Emmanuel the night Marcy was killed. I asked the girls to cover for me. And that was when we discovered we were all using the same gardener.

Vicki: Well, wasn’t your husband ever home?

Cheryl: Bruce… Bruce could sleep through an earthquake.

Vicki: And the night Isabel was killed?

Cheryl: I asked. None of us were with him.

After her meeting with Cheryl, Vicki heads over to let Mike in on what she’s discovered.

Mike: All right, shoot.

Vicki: Okay… I know you hate this stuff, but Emmanuel might be an incubus.

Mike: What is that? A special interest group?

Vicki: No, it’s a type of sex demon.

Mike: No, Vicki, I know what it is, all right? I read. I watch TV. I know all about these things all right? They’re just… fiction… myths, stories.

Vicki: Like Henry.

Mike: Hey, speaking of which, where is he all right? Attacking women in bed sounds like more his kind of thing, don’t you think?

Vicki: No. Don’t mistake this for something that it’s not.

Mike: You mean don’t mistake an incubus for a vampire? I can’t believe I just said that.

Vicki: All I’m saying is that if you find Emmanuel just be careful that’s all.

Mike: Oh, we’ll find him all right. And when we do we’ll put him away for life.

Vicki: Yeah, but how do you lock up an incubus anyway?

Mike: Well, you’re the expert, why don’t you tell me?

Vicki: I’ll get back to you on that.

Mike: Vicki? What are you scheming?

Vicki: Nothing. I’ll be in touch.

Vicki heads back to her office, where Coreen has incubus info from Doctor Sagara.

Coreen: Doctor Sagara says there’s no definitive method to trapping an incubus.

Vicki: Hmm. Well, apparently, all you have to do is cry the unhappy marriage blues in your million dollar McMansion and he just… shows up.

Coreen: That’s calling him. We want to trap him.

Vicki: Excuse me.

Coreen: Sagara thinks the idol might help bring him in. And we’ll need a ritual circle to hold him. Spruce for manifestation, civit for lust and the right bait. I’d volunteer but the bait has to be sexually frustrated.

Coreen looks at Vicki.

Vicki: What? Wha… I’m… I’m not sexually frustrated.

Coreen: And when he ended up here the other night, what? He took the wrong exit?

Vicki goes to see Cheryl to get the idol and inquire about Emmanuel’s whereabouts.

Cheryl: We haven’t seen him since Isabel.

Vicki: Yeah, I can’t imagine why.

Cheryl: The murders are so at odds with the way he is.

Cheryl picks up the idol to give to Vicki as Bruce comes down the stairs.

Vicki: Was.

Cheryl: Is.

Bruce: What the hell are you doing?

Cheryl: Bruce, Vicki’s going to borrow it.

Bruce: These belonged to my mother. You… you don’t just give them away.

Bruce takes the idol from Cheryl and puts it back on the shelf.

Cheryl: I wasn’t

Bruce: Show some respect for once! They’re not for you, they’re not for anyone, understand?

Bruce takes the incubus idol and another and walks away.

Vicki: I’m sorry. I should have asked.

Cheryl: (whispered) Sorry. (Louder) I paid off the mortgage when I got my promotion. I think it’s been hard on him.

Back at the office Henry draws out the ritual circle in chalk on the floor as Coreen burns the ingredients they need to trap the incubus. Vicki sits on the sofa, clothed only in a bra from the waist up.

Coreen: Well, if this doesn’t work, at least it smells nice.

Vicki: So now what? I just wait?

Coreen: I know this might be hard for you but try to be in an open, receptive mood.

Vicki: (nodding) Okay, open and receptive. To a demon coming to kill me. Sure.

Henry surprises Vicki with a kiss as Mike comes in to the office. Vicki pushes Henry away.

Henry: (grinning) Open yet?

Mike: So, this is your trap.

Vicki: Henry was out of line.

Henry: Sorry. (To Mike) How did you get in?

Mike jangles a set of keys.

Vicki: Hey, you were supposed to give those back!

Vicki tries to grab them but Mike yanks them out of reach.

Mike: Sorry.

Vicki: What are you doing here anyways?

Mike: Well, I figured you could use a little professional help.

Henry: She’s already got it.

Mike: No I said professional help. Not bloodsucking, bastard son of the king help. I looked it up. Fitz. Roy.

Henry: (To Vicki) He reads.

Vicki: Yeah, you two are gonna be a big help.

Later on in the evening, Vicki sleeps alone in the inner office, as Mike and Henry pace the floor of the outer office; each determined not to give an inch. Coreen is sleeping at the desk in the outer office as the camera returns to zoom in on the sleeping Vicki.

Henry seems to sense something as Vicki screams. Everyone runs to her aid and see Emmanuel trapped in the circle with Vicki just outside it.

 

 

Act Six

Vicki, Mike, Henry and Coreen have cornered their incubus and question him about the murders.

Vicki: Okay, so we caught an incubus! Now what?

Emmanuel: I must say Vicki, I am disappointed in you.

Vicki: You should try it from my side!

Clutching a blanket to cover herself Vicki walks a little away from the circle that’s caged Emmanuel, circling around behind Henry who growls at the sex demon. Henry and Emmanuel stare each other down for a moment before Emmanuel turns to see Coreen, standing on the other side of the circle. Turning on his best charm, Emmanuel holds out a hand to her.

Emmanuel: Would you give me your hand, please?

Coreen: Me?

Coreen smiles and appears ready to comply but Mike, gun drawn, puts a hand on her arm, pushing her a little further back from the circle. Emmanuel recoils at yet another intrusion.

Mike: No, I don’t think so.

Vicki: Look, we know what you are, Demon. Why would you kill Marcy and Isabel?

Emmanuel: It wasn’t me. I care for these women, and it makes no sense for me to harm them. I have food, shelter, good sex.

Coreen: And look at him!

Emmanuel: (To Coreen) Thank you bella.

He reaches out his hand to her again but Henry pulls Coreen away this time, growling at Emmanuel. The two supernatural beings in the room continue to face off.

Vicki: So you just get pulled through to this side and decide to take on physical form?

Emmanuel: Pretty much.

Vicki: But why? What is so great about this world?

Emmanuel: These women… so tough by day. At night, with me, they were vulnerable. They responded to me, needed me. I could feel that. I can feel that within you too, Vicki.

As Emmanuel talks Henry and Mike, now together on the opposite side of the room from the girls, become very interested in the conversation.

Emmanuel: A longing.

Vicki: I have no longing.

Emmanuel, Mike and Henry just look silently at Vicki. Emmanuel in particular looks unconvinced of her sincerity.

Vicki: There is no longing!

Again there is no response from the room and Vicki shifts uncomfortably.

Vicki: Okay, well actually, I have been thinking about getting a dog.

Emmanuel: You don’t have to explain.

Mike and Henry: No, explain!

Mike and Henry give each other a glare.

Vicki: The women!

Emmanuel: Look, I made a difference in their sleeping lives. I wanted to make a difference in their days.

The four investigators leave Emmanuel trapped in the circle and go to the outer office to talk things over.

Henry: He’s lying. He’s a demon; it’s like breathing to them.

Mike: Yeah, unlike vampires.

Vicki: Focus!

Mike: All right, Cheryl’s confession has him outside of Marcy’s house at the time of the murder.

Vicki: Okay, well, say he didn’t do it. Right, there were a dozen other idols in that house, maybe we’re looking at the wrong one.

Coreen: I may be able to help there. You said to find out what I could so…

Coreen hands out pictures of the other idols from the Caldwell house.

Mike: A doll did it?

Henry: Did you miss the part where the demon showed up?

Mike: Did you miss the part where you started talking about dolls?

Coreen: Idols.

Vicki: Look, the same rules just… they don’t apply any more, Mike.

Mike: Yeah. I get that Vick. (looks at Henry) Tiny little killers huh? Well, that’s not such a stretch now is it?

Henry: Tell me detective, you sleep with your windows open?

Vicki: I repeat, focus! So then who’s our hooded killer?

Coreen: (handing Vicki another photo) Maybe her. She’s one of the Furies, the Angry Ones.

Henry: (To Mike) Relative of yours.

Vicki: Stop it!

Coreen: From Greek mythology. Sagara says it’s probably the oldest piece in the collection. This one seems to be Megaera. She attacks whoever you’re jealous of.

Vicki: Well, Gary was jealous of his wife, I mean, admittedly so.

Mike: Was Isabel’s husband jealous of her?

Vicki: No, not so much.

Henry: All the women were jealous of each other.

Vicki: Isabel was the focus of that. I mean, she was spending the most time with Emmanuel.

Mike: Yeah, but there’s no pattern here.

Coreen: Listen to this. In the myths, Megaera responds to the strongest feeling of jealousy, not necessarily to the person who summoned her.

Mike: So, either their passing around this idol or…

Henry: Or someone hasn’t learned how to use it properly yet.

Vicki: I think I know who.

Henry: (To Emmanuel) Come on demon, we’re taking a ride.

At the Caldwell house, Cheryl is busily working on her computer in the bedroom. Bruce is outside it with the Megaera idol. He kneels down just outside the bedroom.

Bruce: I know you can feel it. Eating me up inside. She ruined everything. Ridiculed me.

The idol lights up as Bruce rubs it and Megaera begins to take form.

Bruce: Feel it.

Outside, Vicki and Mike pull up in his car with Henry and Emmanuel right behind them. They all pile out and head for the Caldwell house.

Henry: You’re a child Celluci, cutting me off at the light?

Mike: You’ve been driving for, what, 90 years, and you still choke at a yellow? It’s pathetic.

Vicki: Okay boys, we have a murder to stop.

Megaera has appeared, cloaked, behind Bruce as he continues to rub the idol.

Bruce: Get her.

Inside Cheryl seems to sense something is wrong but returns to work after a pause. As she works we can see Megaera standing beside the bed. Downstairs, Emmanuel lets the group in the door with a spare key.

Vicki: (whispered to Emmanuel) Hey, stay here.

Mike: (Shoving Henry out of the way) Excuse me.

Henry grins as Mike moves past him and reaches out, shoving the detective from behind. Mike whirls and draws his gun. Emmanuel simply rolls his eyes and beats a hasty exit.

Mike: All right, that’s it!

Henry: What are you gonna do, shoot me?

Mike: If you can’t control yourself, somebody else will.

Henry grabs Mike by his lapels but Mike brushes him off. Near the stairs Vicki is clearly at the end of her rope.

Vicki: Hey! Get a grip.

Upstairs, Cheryl feels the wind from Megaera and looks up, but the Fury is no longer there. Outside Bruce looks at “his demon”, aghast, as she moves past him.

Bruce: Where are you going? She’s in there! Get back here! I’m in control here!

Megaera doesn’t listen, because downstairs is the source of an even stronger jealousy, no matter how much Vicki tries to control her two sidekicks. Getting in between Mike and Henry Vicki shoves them back from each other.

Vicki: Henry, cut it out!

They’re interrupted by Megaera who throws off her cloak as she approaches and moves toward Henry, who has separated himself from Mike and Vicki. He strikes first hitting her in the face with almost no effect; she responds by smacking him off his feet. Mike shoots at her but there’s no effect as she moves towards Henry and picks him, beginning to try to suck the life out of him.

Bruce runs down the stairs, idol in hand, and sees that his spell has gone awry once again.

Bruce: Not them! I’m the angry one!

Vicki: It’s a jealousy demon you idiot!

Megaera’s not having much luck sucking Henry’s life force from him and Henry recovers, now in full vampire mode.

Henry: Sorry, love. Already dead.

He head butts the angry Fury and they begin to fight. Vicki takes a look at Mike and he goes to deal with Bruce while Vicki tries to help Henry.

Vicki: Mike!

Vicki moves forward and whacks at Megaera with her baton, but the demon easily thrusts her aside again and goes after Henry, trying to tear his head off his body. Meanwhile, Mike struggles with Bruce for the jealousy idol as Cheryl comes downstairs, having heard all the commotion.

Mike: Hand it over, Bruce.

Bruce: Please.

Mike: Don’t make me hurt you.

Bruce: It’s mine.

Mike: Give it to me!

Bruce: No!

Mike: Give it to me! GIVE IT TO ME!

Cheryl: What the hell is going on in here?

Vicki: Get back!

Mike: Vicki!

Mike finally wrests the idol free of Bruce and tosses it to Vicki, who smashes it with her baton, causing Megaera to disappear.

Later on, outside, Mike hands Bruce over to the uniforms as Cheryl and Wendy watch from the porch.

Vicki: Glad I’m not the one writing the report.

Mike: (laughs) Murder by jealousy demon in second degree. Yeah, it practically writes itself doesn’t it?

Mike and Vicki converse with the officers as Henry and Emmanuel share secrets, now the best of friends.

Henry: Trepidation adds a certain vibrancy to every encounter, but I prefer curiosity, willingness, passion.

Emmanuel: A constant diet of coercion gets tired after a couple hundred years.

Henry: Exactly! And it’s amazing how… how women have changed over this past century.

Emmanuel: The art of romance is lost on women today.

Henry: I know…

Mike watches the two for a moment then he and Vicki continue their conversation as they walk by. Cheryl and Wendy, meanwhile, approach Emmanuel and Henry for some comfort after their ordeal. Mike and Vicki watch for a moment with interest.

Mike: So? What about him?

Vicki: Henry’s… free to do what he wants?

Mike: No, the other freak. I mean, is he sticking around or what?

Vicki: He hasn’t broken any laws.

Mike: No, just a couple of hearts right?

Vicki: Oh, I, uh, think he can cure them.

Mike: I was talking about the husbands.

Vicki: I knew that.

Mike: Still, freak factor aside, it does just come down to human emotions, doesn’t it?

Vicki: And jealousy. Seemed to be a lot of that flying around tonight.

Mike: Vicki, I’m not jealous of Henry. I’m just worried about you.

Vicki: Well, you know I always work better with a partner.

Mike: Maybe, but there’s a lot about Henry you don’t know.

Vicki: And you do? Look, I know that every time I’ve needed him in my corner, he’s been there. Reminds me a lot of somebody else I used to work with. Just trust me on this.

Mike: I do trust you.

As they talk Henry approaches them and all three share an awkward glance, and then look up at the full moon.

End Love Hurts

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