The Murder That Brought Us Together// Klance Castle Au

Act 3

ACT THREE

[INT. POWELL'S GARRET - NIGHT]

Lance rubs his jaw. Powell chuckles and pours wine for them.

POWELL

What can I say, Lance. You really had it coming.

LANCE

Yes, I did. Thanks for not killing me.

POWELL

The carpet's an antique. Turkish, mid 1600s. Blood stain on it would've been a disaster. Besides, I was ready to retire. Being a ghost is a young man's game.

LANCE

Good to see you again, old friend.

POWELL

And you as well, dear boy. Tell me, how is Rosa?

LANCE

Still a one-woman-show in search of an audience. She says you owe her an evening at Le Cirque.

POWELL (chuckles)

And to what do I owe the pleasure? You're not planning a sequel, I hope.

[Lance hands him the manilla envelope with the insurance photos]

POWELL (CONT'D)

What's this?

LANCE

Stolen jewelry from that rash of home invasions.

[Powell examines the photos of the jewels, their luster and curves, as if he were admiring a beautiful woman.]

POWELL

Whew. So very lovely.

LANCE

I was wondering if anyone's tried to fence them.

POWELL

I've heard nary a whisper of anything in this range.

LANCE

The police are holding a guy named Mitchell.

POWELL

Haven't had the pleasure.

LANCE

Anything special about these? Anything they have in common?

POWELL

These are hardly everyday wear. I suppose one dusts them off for that very special occasion.

LANCE

So then, how did our thieves know they were there?

POWELL

Seeing comes before wanting, Lance. These chaps may actually live among their victims and move through their world.

LANCE

Anything else special about them?

POWELL

Without seeing the scene of the crime, anything more would be mere speculation.

LANCE

Well, the crime scene is all locked and sealed. I don't think I could get you in there.

POWELL

Let that be the least of our concerns.

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[INT. SUSAN'S APARTMENT - NIGHT]

Dark. Empty. The lock pops delicately, revealing Powell and Lance holding flashlights.

LANCE

You, uh, don't seem out of practice.