Daddy's Issues

MARCH 15, 2013 | 2:25 pm —INT. CARLTON BLACK PREPARATORY - CLASSROOM. DAY. Halo Noel:Ok little ones, make sure you pack up all your books and stationery before leaving. Halo Noel, the petite, and boyishly handsome teacher announces a dismissal to his group of thirty-or-so second-year class in his thick European accent. He wears a cream button-down, beneath a notched-lapel jacket in a muted grey with, chinos of the same colour, and polished, ankle-high boots. A modest, powerful outfit that sits on his toned frame flawlessly and punctuates his clean, polished look. His subtle Arabic features are set like a sculpture under the glowing lights of the classroom, and the sun makes a slow descent beyond the hills. His curly, unkempt hair is mysterious in its effortless beauty and is a raven bundle of strands piled atop his head in a beautiful, mop-like mess. It contrasts his pale-ivory complexion, his steely grey eyes and freckles that dust his nose and cheeks like a drizzle of cinnamon

MARCH 19, 2013 | 2:34am —INT. THE GALLIVANT INN - PENTHOUSE SUITE. NIGHT.From the sparkling glow of her twelfth floor, hotel room view, BEA LARSON loosens her black, skin-tight dress. She watches the night with a subtle, unreadable glance. Sighing in discontent Once off, she tosses the light piece of fabric atop a chair with padded, floral handles that protrude from each side.She glances over at the safe, open, empty. She grimaces but has no time to ponder the outcome of her naïveté for her smartphone vibrates. She walks to the bed, picking it up—displeased when it displays the name DETECTIVE DICK. She answers with a grimace.Bea Larson:I don't have it yet.Detective Dick:You promised me intelligence, Larson. That son of a bitch needs to be locked behind bars.Bea Larson:Don't you think I know that?Detective Dick:Give me the safe. My guys will crack it in a day.Bea Larson:In case you forgot, I don't owe you shit.Detective Dick:And let me remind you that your father is behin

MARCH 20, 2013. | 10:23am —INT. SILVER RIDGE HEIGHTS. SLATER RESIDENCE. LIVING ROOM. DAY.—GAEL SLATER sits over a half-finished sketch of a dragon. A rough outline that shows his artistic prowess. Frustrated, Gael crushes the paper. Throwing it across the kitchen, where it lands in the trashcan sitting at the far corner.Lucian strolls into the kitchen, shirtless, sweat drenching his face and torso, and soaking the waist of his running shorts. He glances at the waste can almost filled to the brim with crumpled paper.Lucian Slater:Art project coming up a little short?Gael nods with a frown.Gael Slater:I'm thinking a dragon for my art class project isn't something I should do right now. I might just make a fountain like those people put in their bathrooms with the water running through it.Lucian raises an eyebrow, chuckling at the boy.Lucian Slater:And making art is easier than... drawing it?Gael Slater:Of course. I'm drawing. The shading must be perfect, and if it isn't, yo

MARCH 23, 2013 | 2:10pm -INT. ARLAN HOUSE - STORROW LAGOON. NOEL RESIDENCE - FOYER. DAY.HALO doubles back in surprise as Olive eyes the man suggestively. She turns to Halo and gives him a knowing look before striding up to Qasim. She extends a hand, further challenging him with her curious glance. Lucian stands by, almost failing to hide his unease, but he remains composed and confident.Olive Moore:Hi, Qasim. Is that with a K or a Q?Qasim chuckles at her question, but he blinds her with his pearly white, lopsided grin. He then takes her arm and shakes it gently.Qasim Assad:With a Q. And your name?Olive Moore:You can call me Liv.Qasim then turns to Lucian, who keeps his arms crossed over his chest.Qasim Assad:And you are?Lucian Slater:A concerned parent.Olive chuckles, failing to hide it which flusters Lucian more. Qasim's hand falls, and he looks to Halo to quell the anxious atmosphere.Lucian Slater:I'm uh-, I have to go. Gael's judo class lets out soon.Olive gasps, c

MARCH 28, 2013 | 12:46pm —INT. STORROW LAGOON. NOEL RESIDENCE. DAY.JESSIE's eyes drift open as the sleek, black SUV comes to a halt before the Villa's entrance. It jolts him out of the slumber he'd fallen victim to but shifts to adjust his weight, and sits up to wipe at his face with small hands. Halo sits across from him, his smile welcoming and kind.Halo Noel:Welcome to Chateau de Noel.Jessie glances out the window, unimpressed, but still curious. Ryu shifts in his seat, eyes glazed over as he glances up at Halo.Jessie Lio:Do you really call it that?Jessie frowns and raises an eyebrow but the grand gate begins sliding towards the right, allowing them to pull in and continue up the hill.Halo Noel:No. It is called Arlan House.He gazes through his window up at the two-story house that sits right ahead, surrounded by lush green lawn.Jessie Lio:It's cool, I guess.He plops back in his seat and Halo forces a smile. Composing himself and gathering his wits, as he didn't expect