There’s a knocking at the door
Beebo goes to open it
“Wait”
“Who’s there?”
There’s more knocking. This time in the rythm of the Mario Bros theme
“Nevermind its just Simon”
“What”
“Shh”
“Rude. Get in”
Beebo takes a look to the hallway, but he doesn’t see anyone else
“Ángel?”
“So?”
“I saw Dad in the house”
“What?! Where?!”
“Elaborate”
“I was in the bathroom and was about to go outside when I saw him.”
“He went to the corridor that leads to the patio”
“So I came here to tell the detectives”
“I found the one with the scarf by the stairs, and he told me to bunker down with you two here and keep quiet”
“Where is he now, then? With everyone else downstairs?”
“Um, I don’t think so? He said he was gonna, uh… ‘take care of him’ and went down the stairs”
“What!? That idiot!! Just because I promised I won’t die doesn’t mean he can!”
“You two stay here, I’ll go find him”
“I’ll go too”
“Absolutely not”
“It will be a 3 versus 1, we’ll be fine!”
“You are not going”
Beebo and Nadia say at the same time
“What the hell.”
“Neither are you, Nadia”
“I have the right to get my father detained. You’re depriving me of the small joys in life”
“What are you even going to do with him? The storm won’t let you take him to the police”
“As awful as this might sound, that’s currently not my priority right now, I need to see if Ángel’s alright”
“We are professionals. We can handle it.
You two are not. Stay”
He leaves
He runs down the stairs, crosses the bar, and the lounge, reaching the corridor with the bathrooms
He looks through the window. He can barely differentiate anything
“Is Ángel out there? Is Mr. Coli? I doubt they could even see each other in there”
“Is he your boyfriend, by the way? Because if so, I’m judging your taste in men”
“Ugh. Teenagers”
“I believe we had an agreement”
“I didn’t sign anything,
and I don’t really respect you as an authority figure”
“Note to self, never have a breakdown in front of children. They are perceptive little gremlins”
“… My romantic life is none of your business, I’m taking you to your mother”
“Because I said he sucked?”
“Because there’s a maniac running around god knows where and-!
Ugh, where’s your brother.”
“I told him to stay in the room”
“So he listens to her and not me?”
“Why did you follow me, what would you do if your father tries to kill us?”
“It’s a 2 versus 1, odds are in our favor”
“Wha- you would fight your own dad?”
“There is nothing I want to do more. That man has been nothing but a curse to us. He’s an asshole to Nina, he toys with Simon’s feelings, he completely left Mom for dead, and I don’t even think he sees me as a person, even with everyone always going on and on on how I am so much like him. It’s offensive honestly.
He’s a complete child who’s playing with things out of his comprehension.
I understand that you are a man of the law, and this is for your principles or whatever. But even if that man hadn’t committed numerous crimes, I would still fight him.
The thought of being anything like him sickens me.
Mom says that all girls my age go through that feeling”
“… I am not equipped for that conversation. We are going to your mother”
“Hey, is that your guy?”
She points to the window
“That’s him! Oh, thank god he’s okay”
“How can I call him over? If I scream, it might make Mr. Coli aware of our location.
Ugh, I’m asking for his phone number after this
Wait, phone!
I’ll use my phone flashlight as a signal! Like a lighthouse!”
He takes out his phone and looks for the flashlight
Something about that feels… familiar.
The lights turn off
That definitely feels familiar
He has a weird feeling in his chest
“…I think we need to check on Simon”
Nadia runs towards the stairs
Oliver flashes his lantern against the window to alert Ángel and runs as well