Narr: It was no surprise that Parlortown was a pit of
crime and despair, but between an old Russian war general and the CIA,
Parlortown was soon going
to be on the map. As it turned out, Lansberg was neither the head of
the CIA nor a mob gangster, but a rogue agent who wanted to take over Smerdyakov’s
weapon operation for himself. Jason Drake was a legitimate agent determined
to take down both Lansberg and Smerdyakov, and Macy had agreed to help
him. Lexi, in the meantime, had set up a covert meeting with Johnny Vasquez,
was waiting on a corner across the street from Smerdyakov’s warehouse.
She didn’t know that Stella had recently tortured and killed Vasquez.
The crossing light said "Don’t Walk." A swarthy young man
in a leather jacket stopped next to her. She checked him out from the corner
of her eye, saw the bulge of a knife handle at his calf, and spoke.
Lexi: (hushed, cool) Vasquez.
Ricki: (hesitant, lying) Uh….yeah.
Lexi: (hushed, cool) I’m glad you decided to meet me.
Ricki: (hushed, still playing along) So what is this about?
Lexi: (a little weirded out) Well…the information that you can give
Ricki: It looks like you already know where the base is. What can I help
Lexi: You’re the closest person we know to Smerdyakov. I’m sure
you have information that the (trying to be impressive) CIA would be very
Narr: At that moment, the light changed, and a few Blades who were in the
back of the group and unaware of this exchange grew impatient.
Justine: Hey Ricki, it says we can walk. What are we waiting for?
Lexi: (confused, taken aback) Ricki?
Ricki: That’s just a nickname…my gang name…(giving
up) oh, screw it. Tasha!
Narr: Tasha quickly maneuvered behind Lexi and wrapped her chain around Lexi’s
neck, pulling her down. Tasha moved out slowly from behind her, pulling her
down on her back. Two of Mama’s girls crowded around by her head, knives
at the ready. Ricki sat on her chest, pressing either end of the chain into
the sidewalk. Two girls sat on Macy’s legs, intently carving designs
through Lexi’s pantyhose into the surface of her skin, just drawing
blood. Ricki got up in her face.
Ricki: I don’t know who you are, señora, but I know you’re
not on our side.
Lexi: You think this makes you a big man, Little Ricki?
Justine: No, but this probably will.
Narr: Justine came at her with a very long rope, and this was the last thing
Lexi saw before her world went black. Uptown, Stella barged into the lobby
of her office, expecting to find her secretary, Tommy Potsdam and weasel out
of him whatever information about Macy’s whereabouts or Lexi’s
existence she could. Instead, she found Paige, Macy, and the man she now knew
as Agent Jason Drake huddled around Tommy’s desk, and a bloodstain on
the carpet. Macy pushed her chair back and stood up in surprise and embarrassment.
Stella: Who’s Lexi?
Paige: Oh no. How did you-
Stella: It’s probably best if you stay out of this, Paige. I kind of
hate you right now.
Paige: You were at my apartment?
Stella: I’m serious, Paige.
Macy: What’s going on?
Paige: She found the recording.
Paige: The last one I let you listen to.
Macy: Oh. (realizing the ramifications of this) OH!
Stella: Macy. You shot a woman for kissing me. And then I find this?
Drake: You shot a woman for kissing her?
Macy: Shut up.
Paige: Stella, you really should let me explain what’s going on.
Stella: (to Macy) You didn’t even tell me you were out of jail. Why
all this behind my back, Mace? We’re…we’re a team.
Macy: I didn’t mean to Stel, really I didn’t. I didn’t
know what I was doing.
Stella: I’d expect such a pathetic excuse from anyone else, Macy. But
not you. Where is she?
Macy: We don’t know.
Stella: I’m going to find her with or without your help, Macy.
Macy: (exasperated) Fine, Stella, go ahead. If you really think that I would
trash our relationship that way, and that I don’t care at all about
you, and that I don’t deserve five minutes to tell you what’s
going on, go. This wasn’t meant to be, if that’s what you think
of me, so go. And if you find Lexi, give her a swift kick in the stomach for
Stella: (a little taken aback) …what?
Paige: You really should let me explain what’s going on.
Stella: Fine, but make it quick. I have a lot of things going on you don’t
know about either, Macy, and a lot of stuff is about to go down. Tonight.
(just noticing Drake and acknowledging him casually, kind of lost in thought) Drake.
Drake: Miss Decker.
Stella: Wait. So…what? Macy knows what’s going on?
Macy: You know what’s going on?
Stella: Drake here got to me before he found you. But now I assume he told
you all about it?
Macy: Well, enough. We’ve been going over the details of Smerdyakov’s
operation, and trying to figure out the best way to…Stell…Stella
I’m sorry. Really, can you believe me for now that I would never ever
hurt you, not intentionally? We’ll have time to talk this out later,
but we have to act fast on this.
Stella: I’ll try, Macy. But I’m telling you, if I meet this Lexi
I don’t know what I’m going to do. Well, scratch that, I know
exactly what I’m going to do.
Macy: Okay, fine, you do what you have to do. But for now, can you help us
Stella: Let’s go to Mama’s.
Macy: Mama Wang? Wow, that’s a name I haven’t heard in a long
Narr: The four of them headed to the door, and Paige and Stella exchanged
Paige: I’m really sorry, Stella.
Stella: Hey, it’s why I pay you the big bucks. I’m…sorry
Paige: You broke my computer, didn’t you?
Stella: A little.
Narr: The four of them got into Drake’s car and headed to Mama Wang’s,
followed by Julian McGuiness, who had had the good sense not to follow Stella
all the way into her office. He hung around outside Mama Wang’s and
waited for a situation to present itself. Inside, Macy, Stella, Paige, and
Drake found Mama, her girls, and an unconscious Lexi.
Paige: Jeez, what now?
Mama: Him again? And who are they?
Stella: This is Macy, Mama.
Mama: Oh! It’s a pleasure to meet you, darling.
Macy: And you, Ms. Wang.
Mama: Everyone calls me Mama, dear. You’re part of the family too.
Stella: So who’s the broad?
Tasha: Her ID says Agent Alexis Grayson.
Drake: Yeah, that’s Lexi.
Stella: Lexi, huh?
Narr: Stella took a few quick strides over to where Lexi lay, unconscious,
bound, and gagged, and kicked her hard in the stomach.
Mama: Don’t you think you’ve done enough harm for a week or so,
Stella: You said you wanted me to give her a swift kick in the stomach for
Macy: Well, I didn’t mean-
Stella: It almost takes the fun out of it when she can’t defend herself.
Macy: That was uncalled for.
Stella: (coldly) I don’t think you have the right to be making that
Mama: (scolding) Stella Decker!
Stella: Anyway, what’s the deal with her?
Justine: We had her make a phony call to Lansberg telling him to meet her
here for some urgent information.
Stella: That’s my girl. Remind me to hire you. He’s on his way?
Lansberg: He’s reached his destination, actually.
Narr: The stocky, snarling man was in the doorway of the building, holding
Julian McGuiness around his neck and pushing him forward at gunpoint.
Lansberg: I should have known this was a trap. Lexi’s not a very good
actress when she’s too pressured. It’s just too bad your attorney
was stupid enough to get in my way.
Stella: Jules, what on Earth-
Julian: It’s okay, Stell.
Drake: You think that’s intimidating, Lansberg? Anyone can take a hostage.
Here, how about this woman? She’s an institution in Parlortown, do you
really want to have her life in your hands?
Narr: With one swift motion, Lansberg took his gun from behind Julian’s
back and pointed it at the heart of the so-called hostage that Agent Drake
had in front of him. He fired one shot that pierced her chest and threw her
back against Agent Drake, who helped her fall to the floor as easily as possible.
Justine, Ricki: Mama!
Narr: Agent Drake pulled a gun and aimed it at Lansberg’s head, and
the two of them hung in limbo for a moment while Mama’s girls knelt
Stella: (in tears) Yes, Mama.
Mama: You’ve always been good to an old whore.
Stella: Oh, Mama.
Mama: (breathing heavily, barely able to speak) There’s a box in the
top drawer of my desk. The house is yours. Take care of my girls.
Stella: No, Mama. Not like this.
Lansberg: How sentimental.
Drake: It’s over, Lansberg, give it up. We have recorded evidence of
your activities here in Parlortown. I may not be able to prove that you planned
on going rogue and taking over Smerdyakov’s operation as your own, but
we have more than enough to discredit you in the Agency. Give up while you’re
Lansberg: Recorded material, huh? From this dame?
Narr: Lansberg nudged the barrel of his gun toward Paige, whom Drake had
subconsciously indicated while talking. Two shots were fired in rapid succession.
Lansberg had loosened his grip on McGuiness in order to shift his energy and
put a bullet right in between Paige’s eyes. McGuiness crouched down
to the floor, and Drake fired into Lansberg’s chest, landing him on
the floor. He managed to wheeze out something like –
Lansberg: You young bucks are so damn righteous…
Narr: - before Drake fired another bullet into his head, silencing him forever.
A thick sadness hung in the room for several minutes before Drake finally
Drake: The longer we mope around here, the longer Smerdyakov has to move
Justine: Hi, we’re in mourning here? This woman was a mother to us.
Show some respect.
Stella: (pissed, Stella style) No. He’s right. Let’s get the
jackass that brought all this pain into our house. Let’s crucify him.
Narr: The girls, though disheartened, pulled themselves together and let
their anger drive themselves out into the night, Macy and Stella hand in hand,
Drake leading the way, to the warehouse that Smerdyakov used as a base of
operations. They left behind only Julian, who sat by Paige’s body, head
hung low. Will the girls find Smerdyakov? Does Smerdyakov even truly exist?
Will Stella and Macy be able to salvage their relationship? Tune in next week
for the thrilling conclusion of Decker and Hayes: A Special Level of Hell.