[He wonders if he should just rush it. Could he just snap her neck and be done with it? She doesn't seem to be paying attention. He doesn't want this turning into a huge fight.
He can't just say it isn't personal, because it is. It's his life over hers. But he can't help but feel a little bad for the woman that she's inhabiting, the family she's leaving behind who may or may not know all the dirty little secrets.
Still, he shoves those thoughts down as he strides across to meet her, and attempt to get her into a chokehold to keep things quiet (11). No point in dragging things out.]
( She knows what's happening. It was only a matter of time. Unlike others in the circle, she knows that with every jump, she's on borrowed time. She doesn't fight it, barely turns her head before his arm is around her neck. She had a whole speech repaired about the frailty and beauty of life. And how she finally fulfilled her long ago potential. The Roslyn Sanchez. Tell Eric I loved him. Because she had. But all of it goes unsaid.
She does sputter out. )
Good. Fight. For. Your... self.
( She doesn't tug at his arm, or even pull herself off the sofa or make any commotion. She surrenders to her fate.
She does keep her eyes on him the entire time. He should look her in the eye as he kills her, shouldn't he? )
[It's unnerving, the way she doesn't fight him, but he doesn't stop either. He holds the chokehold until she stops struggling, and then waits a bit longer until he's sure that she's stopped breathing. Until he's sure she's dead.
He wonders, briefly, if he should feel different now that the job is done. If he should feel better or worse. If he should frame this to look more like an accident, more intentional.
But in the end, he decides to just leave it. Her slumped over the makeup table, nothing else disturbed, and prepares to make his escape. He waits until the footsteps outside lessen, heads out back into the trailers and disappears off the set (20).
( Max gets out on his own, apparently women are helped from cars.
"Great, you can follow me this way," the blonde says, leading the twins. He marches them through the lot, making small talk before reaching Rosalyn's trailer.
He knocks and calls into the trailer. "Rosalyn, it's Johnny. Your management representatives are here!" A beat passes, "Rosalyn," he pulls down on the handle and lets himself in. "Rosalyn, are you --" His heart drops as he yells her name and rushes over to her, before calling behind him. "Call 911!"
[Helena sees Max's name on her caller ID and glances at her watch. She knows her son is supposed to be in a meeting with Hernandez right now. She frowns, before answering.
( He ducks back into the trailer as Johnny runs past and down the stairs. He drops to the ground and he absconds the contents of his stomach.
Inside, Max does his best fake CSI impression.
He leans over )
I don't think it's been long. She was alone. She's in her robe. No sign of any foul play. There are no ligature marks around her neck, no -- apparent wounds. And I can't detect anything magic. Could a civilian have gotten this close?
["Hunters do have their little tricks. Never mind slayers." Helena pinches the bridge of her nose. "Gather you sister. I don't want either of you to be at risk should the perpetrator be lying in wait. Send me a door and I will have David collect you."
It is time for efficiency, rather than lingering to wait and see.
[Jaqueline does as she's told, snapping the picture and sending it to her mother. As she passes Max's phone back to him, David opens the door to the trailer in front of them with a nod.]
[And with that, he'll take the twins back into headquarters, and Rusty will handle clean up. He'll obscure Lucas' presence just enough to show that a hunter was there but not who. He'll make sure he wasn't seen on any of the cameras, and he'll be gone before Hernandez's "husband" is even informed.
And with that, he'll text Ezra to let him know that they're in the clear.]
( Ezra plays getaway driver, the group having scrubbed the scene and checked out of the hotel earlier in the day, directing the car back to the airport.
His phone sits in the cup holder between him and Lucas.
He checks his rearview to merge back onto the highway. )
We'll book tickets back in person. Do you mind checking that message?
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"Tell me, what does Sandra want now?" she simply asks. )
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[He wonders if he should just rush it. Could he just snap her neck and be done with it? She doesn't seem to be paying attention. He doesn't want this turning into a huge fight.
He can't just say it isn't personal, because it is. It's his life over hers. But he can't help but feel a little bad for the woman that she's inhabiting, the family she's leaving behind who may or may not know all the dirty little secrets.
Still, he shoves those thoughts down as he strides across to meet her, and attempt to get her into a chokehold to keep things quiet (11). No point in dragging things out.]
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She does sputter out. )
Good. Fight. For. Your... self.
( She doesn't tug at his arm, or even pull herself off the sofa or make any commotion. She surrenders to her fate.
She does keep her eyes on him the entire time. He should look her in the eye as he kills her, shouldn't he? )
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He wonders, briefly, if he should feel different now that the job is done. If he should feel better or worse. If he should frame this to look more like an accident, more intentional.
But in the end, he decides to just leave it. Her slumped over the makeup table, nothing else disturbed, and prepares to make his escape. He waits until the footsteps outside lessen, heads out back into the trailers and disappears off the set (20).
Like a ghost, he was never there.]
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ezra sits in the car, reading something on his phone. )
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It's done. Let's go.
[And honestly that's all he wants to say on the matter. His feelings are definitely not for these people.]
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You okay?
( Meanwhile, from Rusty's vantage point, gaffing cables over his shoulder, Lucas has slipped in and out.
The twins' vehicle makes its' way through the studio lot. )
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Jaqueline stretches her legs as the town car pulls to a stop, stretching her legs before scanning for any sign of trouble (18).]
So far, so quiet.
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Jaqueline sees no sign of trouble as another PA opens the door of the town car and takes her hand as he helps her out.
"You're with her management team," the blonde with curls asks, making sure he's meeting the right two people. )
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[She flashes them a very fake smile, as management teams do.]
Is she waiting in her trailer?
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"Great, you can follow me this way," the blonde says, leading the twins. He marches them through the lot, making small talk before reaching Rosalyn's trailer.
He knocks and calls into the trailer. "Rosalyn, it's Johnny. Your management representatives are here!" A beat passes, "Rosalyn," he pulls down on the handle and lets himself in. "Rosalyn, are you --" His heart drops as he yells her name and rushes over to her, before calling behind him. "Call 911!"
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[Maybe Max should take over this because Jaqueline is ... not carrying this well (4).]
I ... I'll call an ambulance.
[And she'll step out to do just that.]
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Is she -- ?
( he rolled an (11) so he did better than his sister )
Fuck, I need to make a call.
( he also heads outside, but instead of calling an ambulance, he puts on his frantic voice and calls his mother (15) )
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"Did everything go well with Hernadez?"]
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( and, again, loving pleasantries are skipped altogether. his mother was always business first, as was his father. )
We were too late.
( He knows they would be, but, he sells the surprise. )
You and dad were right to be suspicious. Someone's after the higher order. When we arrived, she was dead in her trailer.
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"How long has she been dead? Is there any evidence of who might be responsible?"]
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Inside, Max does his best fake CSI impression.
He leans over )
I don't think it's been long. She was alone. She's in her robe. No sign of any foul play. There are no ligature marks around her neck, no -- apparent wounds. And I can't detect anything magic. Could a civilian have gotten this close?
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It is time for efficiency, rather than lingering to wait and see.
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He sidles up to his sister. )
I need to find a door. Ready?
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Will that one work?
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Take a picture, I'll be right back.
( Moving over to the assistant, he drops down and makes eye contact. A hand to his shoulder, he smiles, calming the man as he speaks. )
Shh. It's okay. You didn't see us, you found her alone. You don't know who called the cops.
( Finding the camera on one of the trailers, he waves a hand before rejoining his sister to await David and his door. )
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Your chariot awaits.
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( He lets his sister step in first, knowing they'll be cut off from the next moves. But, this keeps their hands clean. )
Hope you have this, Rusty.
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[And with that, he'll take the twins back into headquarters, and Rusty will handle clean up. He'll obscure Lucas' presence just enough to show that a hunter was there but not who. He'll make sure he wasn't seen on any of the cameras, and he'll be gone before Hernandez's "husband" is even informed.
And with that, he'll text Ezra to let him know that they're in the clear.]
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His phone sits in the cup holder between him and Lucas.
He checks his rearview to merge back onto the highway. )
We'll book tickets back in person. Do you mind checking that message?
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