MARCH 30, 2013. | 3:20pm.INT. ARLAN HOUSE - STORROW LAGOON. NOEL RESIDENCE. LIVING ROOM. DAY.HALO and Cho strolls back into the living room, where Ryu is preoccupied with a bottle he suckles on gently. Gael tenderly raises Jessie's arm. A frown on his face as he observes another bruise Jessie'd hidden. He then lets go and cups the boy's head, earning a bright smile. Gael tousles his hair, barely towering over him with a protective glimmer in his eyes. Halo smiles as Jessie nods at one of Gael's prompts.Cho Jin:You know, that kid looks and acts a lot like you.Halo raises an eyebrow but he waves Cho off with a sheepish laugh.Just then, the boys share a giggle and exchange light punches that turns into them running around the crib while Ryu exclaims in glee. They stop and almost topple over, but Jessie steadies them both. They turn their attention back to the baby. Gael then reaches in and scoops the boy out with ease.Halo Noel:The day Gael calls me father, would be the happiest d

APRIL 11, 2013. | 5:21pm —INT. ARLAN HOUSE - STORROW LAGOON - NOEL RESIDENCE. KITCHEN. DAY.JESSIE skips into the room, where Halo dices onions. Eyes red with tears not wrought by the onions, for he sniffles quietly.Jessie Lio:Mr Noel?Halo wipes at his face then turns around with a plastered on smile.Halo Noel:Jessie. Hello, laddy. What's the matter?Jessie Lio:Are you sad?Halo stares at the boy, speechless.Jessie Lio:Is it because my brother kept you up all night?Halo Noel:Oh, god no, Jessie. It is merely the onions causing an um.. reaction in my eyes, so stay where you are if you do not want to face this same... dilemma...He lets out a forced laugh, but the boy does not seem too convinced.Jessie Lio:You promised to be honest with me when you're upset!The outburst makes Halo recoil.Halo Noel:Jessie-.Jessie Lio:I knew my mother wasn't ok, but she always told me she was. Why does everyone keep lying to me?Tears well up in Jessie's eyes, and Halo rounds the island to

MARCH 19, 2013 | 2:34am —EXT. 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 answer

MARCH 23, 2013 | 1:10pm -INT. SLATER'S MECHANICAL WORKS - OFFICE. DAY. Lucian Slater sits at his desk over a strewn-out pile of papers. Impeccably dressed in a comfortable pair of black denim pants, a brown loose linen shirt, and stylish, polished brown boots. His eyes skim over the figures on the paper. Schematics for a competitor's showcase, and a meal ticket into more successful ventures. Sitting before his desk, is a pixie of a man, with skin like mocha and eyes as brown as honey. Deacon Lancaster dons his low-cut curly hair that contrasts the fairness of his brown skin. The epitom

MARCH 23, 2013 | 1:20pm -INT. DEWITT DRIVE. CHUCK RESIDENCE - LIVING ROOM. DAY. LUCIAN sits in the comfortable ambience, within the moderate, square living room with matching antique furniture. The seating is cushioned, the floor carpeted, and the walls papered. Light is provided by wall lamps that make the bird theme shine, in light colours and the overall quirky look. Among the first things one notices walking in is an unusual sculpture and photographs of Chuck and Lucian through their years of friendship, on an end table. Lucian looks up when Margaret Chuck, Lucas's grandmother. A maternalistic sixty-one-year-old woman with chestnut brown eyes, a flawless complexion, and wavy dark hair pinned neatly back. She is a little short and frail, for she uses an old, sturdy woo