- plot link - Consult S2 Ep 7, or see below TRANSCRIPT:
[It's only a day after the explosion at the funeral parlour. All of the Bristol vampires are dead, except for Daisy and Mitchell--but the culprits believe the two of them to be dead, too.
Stephen the coroner strolls into his office, only to find Mitchell at his desk reading over some of his papers. Before he can react, Daisy grabs him from behind and slams him onto a gurney, a knife to his throat.
Mildly, Mitchell looks up.]
M: How's it going? Stephen, this is Daisy. Daisy, Stephen the coroner. D: Hey, Stephen the coroner. M: So. [He sets down the papers and leans across the desk.] The fire at the funeral parlour. One of the vampires that got toasted was her husband.How long were you together, Dais? D: 69 years. M [All conversational and impressed--] 69 years. And when you think about couples nowadays, eh? Anyway, Daisy needs closure. And she's decided the best way of getting that is by cutting your throat. D: It's healthier to turn anger outwards, you see. M: I tried to explain to her! I said, "He's not the guy. Sure, he'll have known about it and helped cover it up, but what you want to do is, you want to focus your energy on whoever organised it. So we came to a compromise. You tell me who was behind it, and we go and annoy them.
[Daisy, practically perched on Stephen's back, really leans into him. The knife digs in at his throat.]
S: [In pain--] Aagh! Ow! M: Daisy, ease up a smidge, sweetheart. D: Sorry. [She's not sorry.] M: What'd you say, fella? S: [Through his teeth--] It wasn't us. M: [Does an ERR-ERRR sound, like a game show buzzer.] Wrong answer, 'cos you signed off on the cause of death. S: What else could I do? None of us knew what had happened. The remains came in. We knew what they were, but all we could do was react. There was no warning. M: [Getting angrier--] You need to tell me the truth. Seriously. Right now.
[There's a beat. And then Stephen starts to laugh--low, at first, but getting louder. Daisy looks up at Mitchell, a little crazed, a little panicked.]
D: He's laughing. Why the fuck is he laughing? S: [Slowly, with great relish--] You're on the run. Whether it was us or somebody else, you're on the run! "Here comes a candle to light you to bed. Here comes a chopper to chop off your head. M: [Close to his face now, angry, but also unnerved--] Tell me it was you or I swear to God I'll kill you and everyone you know. S: I wish to God it had been us. I'd have invited every father, mother and child of your victims and we'd have held hands as we listened to the screams.
[Mitchell, even more unnerved, backs off.]
M: Let's go.
[Daisy climbs off of Stephen, knife still in hand. To Mitchell--] D: OK, so, A - I told you so. And B - [To Stephen, pointing at him with the knife--] --you are really rude.
[They start toward the doors together, leaving Stephen behind. He's clearly won, so he's bold enough to taunt them:]
S: You won't find her. D: Find who?
[Daisy is staring between the two of them, the coroner and Mitchell. Mitchell is still facing the doors, face drawn, cold realisation starting to dawn on him. He thinks he knows.]
S: She's disappeared - am I right? D: Who's disappeared? Mitchell? S: She came to my office a few weeks back. Said she had this bonkers idea that I was working for vampires, and didn't like it. She told me not to worry. Said they'd got it planned. She'd found out where the vampires were gathering, and there was going to be a fire. M: [Without looking back at him, but with anger that's growing quickly colder and colder--] What was her name? S: She only told me her first name. M: Tell me, now. S: Lucy.
[Mitchell turns and grabs the knife from Daisy. He crosses the room in just a few quick strides, grabs Stephen by the shirtfront, and hauls him against the filing cabinets. And then he stabs him, wildly--once, and then twice, three times, four, each more vicious than the last. This is wild, senseless killing; there's no finesse to it. It's all anger and fury, and plenty of blood. In a rage, he throws Stephen's body on the floor and turns to overturn the desk, the table, sweep papers and instruments off onto the floor.
Daisy watches, gleeful, as Mitchell turns back to her. There's blood on his hands, on his shirtfront, a little smeared near his mouth, but he doesn't so much as lick it clean. There's nothing about feeding to this moment.]
M: For years, I protected humanity. I wanted to join them, and they do this?! You were right, Dais. We're under attack. You want retaliation? I'll show you retaliation.
[He strides toward the door again, all fury. Enchanted, excited, Daisy follows, practically skipping.]
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TRANSCRIPT OF MEMORY - MoM memory share plot
- Consult S2 Ep 7, or see below TRANSCRIPT:
[It's only a day after the explosion at the funeral parlour. All of the Bristol vampires are dead, except for Daisy and Mitchell--but the culprits believe the two of them to be dead, too.
Stephen the coroner strolls into his office, only to find Mitchell at his desk reading over some of his papers. Before he can react, Daisy grabs him from behind and slams him onto a gurney, a knife to his throat.
Mildly, Mitchell looks up.]
M: How's it going? Stephen, this is Daisy. Daisy, Stephen the coroner.
D: Hey, Stephen the coroner.
M: So. [He sets down the papers and leans across the desk.] The fire at the funeral parlour. One of the vampires that got toasted was her husband.How long were you together, Dais?
D: 69 years.
M [All conversational and impressed--] 69 years. And when you think about couples nowadays, eh? Anyway, Daisy needs closure. And she's decided the best way of getting that is by cutting your throat.
D: It's healthier to turn anger outwards, you see.
M: I tried to explain to her! I said, "He's not the guy. Sure, he'll have known about it and helped cover it up, but what you want to do is, you want to focus your energy on whoever organised it. So we came to a compromise. You tell me who was behind it, and we go and annoy them.
[Daisy, practically perched on Stephen's back, really leans into him. The knife digs in at his throat.]
S: [In pain--] Aagh! Ow!
M: Daisy, ease up a smidge, sweetheart.
D: Sorry. [She's not sorry.]
M: What'd you say, fella?
S: [Through his teeth--] It wasn't us.
M: [Does an ERR-ERRR sound, like a game show buzzer.] Wrong answer, 'cos you signed off on the cause of death.
S: What else could I do? None of us knew what had happened. The remains came in. We knew what they were, but all we could do was react. There was no warning.
M: [Getting angrier--] You need to tell me the truth. Seriously. Right now.
[There's a beat. And then Stephen starts to laugh--low, at first, but getting louder. Daisy looks up at Mitchell, a little crazed, a little panicked.]
D: He's laughing. Why the fuck is he laughing?
S: [Slowly, with great relish--] You're on the run. Whether it was us or somebody else, you're on the run! "Here comes a candle to light you to bed. Here comes a chopper to chop off your head.
M: [Close to his face now, angry, but also unnerved--] Tell me it was you or I swear to God I'll kill you and everyone you know.
S: I wish to God it had been us. I'd have invited every father, mother and child of your victims and we'd have held hands as we listened to the screams.
[Mitchell, even more unnerved, backs off.]
M: Let's go.
[Daisy climbs off of Stephen, knife still in hand. To Mitchell--]
D: OK, so, A - I told you so. And B - [To Stephen, pointing at him with the knife--] --you are really rude.
[They start toward the doors together, leaving Stephen behind. He's clearly won, so he's bold enough to taunt them:]
S: You won't find her.
D: Find who?
[Daisy is staring between the two of them, the coroner and Mitchell. Mitchell is still facing the doors, face drawn, cold realisation starting to dawn on him. He thinks he knows.]
S: She's disappeared - am I right?
D: Who's disappeared? Mitchell?
S: She came to my office a few weeks back. Said she had this bonkers idea that I was working for vampires, and didn't like it. She told me not to worry. Said they'd got it planned. She'd found out where the vampires were gathering, and there was going to be a fire.
M: [Without looking back at him, but with anger that's growing quickly colder and colder--] What was her name?
S: She only told me her first name.
M: Tell me, now.
S: Lucy.
[Mitchell turns and grabs the knife from Daisy. He crosses the room in just a few quick strides, grabs Stephen by the shirtfront, and hauls him against the filing cabinets. And then he stabs him, wildly--once, and then twice, three times, four, each more vicious than the last. This is wild, senseless killing; there's no finesse to it. It's all anger and fury, and plenty of blood. In a rage, he throws Stephen's body on the floor and turns to overturn the desk, the table, sweep papers and instruments off onto the floor.
Daisy watches, gleeful, as Mitchell turns back to her. There's blood on his hands, on his shirtfront, a little smeared near his mouth, but he doesn't so much as lick it clean. There's nothing about feeding to this moment.]
M: For years, I protected humanity. I wanted to join them, and they do this?! You were right, Dais. We're under attack. You want retaliation? I'll show you retaliation.
[He strides toward the door again, all fury. Enchanted, excited, Daisy follows, practically skipping.]