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Notes: For later in episode three – ‘Turn Once More to Sunday’s Clown’-
Lovett and Die are getting ready for the charity fund rising Ball for the Saint Nicholas’ care home for children. Die is bow tied and suited and waiting for Lovett. She appears in the door way and is wearing a long white low cut dress and looks stunning; she is patting it down and fiddling with the dress. She does not look happy.
Die: “Oh wow. You look…”
Lovett: “Don’t start, I am not in the mood, I don’t want to go.”
Die: “Lovett what is wrong?”
Lovett: “Nothing! I’m fine!”
Die: “Nothing? You have been so angry ever since we went to that place. Tell me what is wrong?!”
Lovett: “Fuck you!”
Die: “Lovett I am not being noisy! We work together and depend on each; I more or less stay at your house every night for god sake, all be it on the sofa but I care about you, very much!… I hate seeing you this angry and in pain… let me in!”
Lovett: “You want in do you? … Right ok: I lived there! … I grew up on a dirty, rotten London high-rise estate; it was as rough as it gets. One night my mother was found dead by a road, a bloody mess and half her bones broken… I was nearly thirteen!”
Doe: “Was she murdered?”
Lovett: “No one gave a flying shit if she was or wasn’t apart from me, not even her stoned sister cared. The official line was that she was hit by a car. A car my arse!”
Die: “And your father?”
Lovett: “If you ever find the ditch he is drunk in don’t even bother telling me because I don’t want to know!” … “I was with my stoner aunt for about a month and then I was in that… orphanage, care home arsehole of a place until my sixteenth birthday; when I was basically thrown out on to the street. I wasn’t failed by the system Die, it just clean forgot about me! Everything I am and everything I have, I got for myself. And I have been alone nearly every day since my mother died. So don’t bloody try and psychoanalyze me about my anger! I needed it to survive and I still do! And it’s none of your business anyway! AND if you ever, ever DARE to feel sorry for me, I will kick you in the nuts so hard they will shoot out your nose! Have you got it!?”
Die “I have… got it.”
Lovett: “Good!”
Lovett starts irritability patting down her dress again.
Lovett: “And I don’t want to go to this sodding Ball!” “
Lovett takes deep calming breaths and starts fiddle with her dress again and looks round at her bum.
Lovett: “God this thing feels weird. Does my bum look alright is this stupid silly of a dress or not?”
Die gets on his knees and looks closely at Lovett’s bum. She looks angrily at him and then can’t help but stifles a laugh and back hands his head lightly.
Lovett: “Pack it in you pervert.”
Die: “This job has to have some perks doesn’t it?” “Speaking of which, your bottom is very perky and somewhat divine in point of fact.”
Lovett: “I think you need glasses.”
Die:” And I think you need…”
Lovett: “Shut up!”
Die stands as they grin at each other and then Die offers her his left arm.
Die: “You look stunning. Shall we go to this ‘sodding’ Ball my lady?”
Lovett takes his arm.
Lovett: “Alright…” “I think we bloody well shall.”
Die leans back to look at her bottom again.
Lovett: “You stop it! I knew I shouldn’t have asked you to look.”
Die is still looking at her bottom.
Lovett: “Pack in it. Don’t make me hurt you.”
Die looks her in face he is smirking and raises one eye brow.
Lovett: “Oh I give up; you’re just pure filth.”
They turn, still arm in arm, and walk to the door. And Die says seriously…
Die: “I am sorry that all that happened to you.”
Lovett: “I know you are; just don’t show it ok?”
Die: “Ok.”
They walk out of the open door.
Lovett: “I didn’t mean it when I said it’s none of your business.”
Die: “I know.”
Die closes the door behind them.
Cut to black.