nooooooooooooo!!! You can't leave it like that.
go on Tanya.. kick her ass.. Good work guys. loving this
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nooooooooooooo!!! You can't leave it like that.
go on Tanya.. kick her ass.. Good work guys. loving this
:eek: :eek: and more :eek:!!!
Great stuff!!! Next installment....now.....please :D
EXT. BELLAMY HOUSE - DAY
Tanya and Will walk trough the grounds of Bellamy house, as they discuss things.
Tanya: Just so as you know, no matter what happens, I'm sorry for what I've done...
Will: It's a bit too late for aplogies now Tanya, the damage is done...
Tanya: I still love you Will, surely we can work it out?
Will: Tanya...
Tanya: You've been my rock for the past few months Will...
Will: You'd have said that to anyone who'd have helped you out back in Miami. It's not me you love, it's the attention, a shoulder to cry on...
Tanya: Please Will, give me a chance...just one more chance...
Will: There's no way I can forgive you Tanya, not for this...
Tanya: Well, I guess it's goodbye then...
Will: Yeah, I guess it is...
Tanya takes off her engadgment ring and hands it back to Will. She tries to kiss him goodbye but he pulls away.
Will: Bye Tanya...
Will walks off, leaving Tanya alone and emotional.
EXT. DEVON ROADS - DAY
James is thrown back by the impact of the explosion. Close up of James lying unconcious, bleeding....
Moments later a car pulls up beside the burning wreckage of James car. Patrick gets out of the car and runs towards James.
Patrick: James! James!?
Patrick gets down on his knees and begins to shake James.
Patrick: James!? Can you hear me James!?
James begins to stir, holding his head in pain.
Patrick: Oh thank god! James are you okay!? What's happened!?
James: It's Lorraine, she's blown up my car, she's got the girls...
Patrick: What!? Why!?
James: We haven't got time Patrick...we need to find her...
Patrick: Where is she!?
James: I dont know, but she's got the girls! And I'm scard that she's going to kill them!
James and Patrick are both worried for the safety of Val and the girls.
Thank god James is ok.. my god that Lorraine is a nut job
psycho lorraine hey. poor tanya. will could at least listen to her side.
INT. TORBAY HOSPITAL - DAY
Natasha paces around the coridoor, waiting to speak to the doctor who looked after her. She keeps on peering trough his office window, where he is talking to see someone.
Suddenly the doctor and patient both get up and begin to leave. Natasha pounces at the doctor.
Natasha: Dr Goodyear..
Doctor: Ah Natasha, good to see you up and about...
Natasha: Can I have a quick word?
Doctor: Well I was just about to have a spot of lunch...
Natasha: It'll only take a minute, please...
Doctor: Okay then.
Natasha and the doctor head into his office.
Doctor: Well what can I do for you?
Natasha: It's about my memory, I need to remember who attacked me, but I can't...everything is a total blur...
Doctor: This is very common for people who sustain severe head injuries like you did...
Natasha: I don't care if it's common or not, I need to know if it will come back to me!
Doctor: It's hard to say really Natasha, sometimes it can, sometimes it can't. I'm not really in a position to say either way.
Natasha: (Excited) But it could come back, yeah? That's what you're saying!?
Doctor: Well it has been known to happen... the simplest of things could trigger you to remember everything, a smell, a sound, anything really...
Natasha: That's brilliant! Thanks doctor!
Doctor: But remember what I said, it might not...
Natasha leaves the office, unsure whether to be excited or disheartened.
EXT. DEVON ROADS - DAY
James: We haven't got time Patrick...we need to find her...
Patrick: Where is she!?
James: I dont know, but she's got the girls! And I'm scard that she's going to kill them!
James and Patrick are both worried for the safety of Val and the girls. James phone rings, he instantly answers it. It is Lorraine.
James: Lorraine!
Lorraine: Ah, I see you've survived the suprise, pity...
James: Please! I'm begging you! Don't hurt my girls...
Lorraine: If you don't get to me in the next ten minutes I'll shoot one of them dead...
James: Please, Lorraine, where are you!?
Lorraine: Oh come on James, where would be the fun in telling you that?
James: If what we had means anything to you Lorraine you'd stop this now...for my sake...
Lorraine: Don't you see James, I'm doing this becuase of what we had... because of what you've given up on... if I can't have you, I'll be damed if I let this lot have you!
James: Damn you Lorraine!
Lorraine: I'll give you a clue...infact no, go fish...
Lorraine hangs up. James curses at her. Patrick looks at him, confused.
Patrick: Well, what did she say?
James: Nothing new, she was going to give me a clue but...
Patrick: But what?
James: Wait a minute! "Go Fish"! That's where she's got them!
Patrick: Where!?
James: The harbour! Come on, we've got to hurry!
The pair get into Patrick's car and speed off.
WILL THEY SAVE VAL & THE GIRLS IN TIME?
:eek:
Go James/Patrick!!! Go!!!!!!!!
Will they get there in time?!
*looks around* Wheres Abi for the next installment, or is that you tonight Bry?!
Whoever it is, post it nowwwwww!!!!
EXT. CRAIG'S CAFE - DAY
Jon steps out of Craig's cafe, having just finished his breakfast. Craig is just getting out of his BMW to go into the cafe.
Jon: Ah Craig, we have to stop bumping into each other like this
Craig: Too damn right, what's your problem eh Kerrigan? This is my turf...and I want you out of it...
Jon: Easy Craig, I'm not here to take over Baymoore...
Craig: Then why the hell are you here then?
Jon: To have my breakfast, is that a crime now?
Craig: It is when you're eating it at my cafe!
Jon: For heavens sake Craig Baymoore is a bloody holiday village, if I was thinking of taking over someone's turf it would be something a bit more large scale than this...
Craig: Then why do you keep hanging around here like a bad smell?
Jon: Let's just say I have some valuable intrests keeping me around here...
Craig: If it's my wife your on about then you can have her for all i care, take her away with you, and get the hell out of my turf!
Jon: (Laughs) You're turf? What a greasy spoon and a third rate backstreet garage? Don't make me laugh... it's hardly a criminal empire is it?
Craig: I swear to god Kerrigan!
Jon: Don't worry, I'm going.
Jon gives Craig a condesending look, and laughs before leaving. Craig is left feeling small.