The Boy and The Psycho

The Frankel Footage

"Of course Dad would be involved in the assassination. I should've known," Diego says as Five paces the kitchen.

"No, you're jumping to conclusions," Five points out.

"What else is he doing standing on the grassy knoll, holding an open black umbrella on a sunny day in Dallas the exact same moment the president gets shot?" Diego gets up as he yells at Five.

"It doesn't look good, I admit," Five says.

"No, he's the signalman for the whole goddamn thing."

"Easy, Diego," I butt in, pushing off of the counter to join the two.

"Seriously," Five agrees.

"No, it makes sense. This is what Hazel was obviously trying to tell you guys. We have to stop Dad from killing the president."

"Diego, calm down, all right? Dad was no boy scout, but presidential assassination? It's never been his thing," Five explains.

"How would you know? You skipped out on his golden years," Diego looks up.

"Skipped out? You think I had it easy, Diego? I was alone for 45 years. You know what? We don't have the time for this right now. Dad's clearly in Dallas, right? Let's just go talk to him. Maybe he can help us fix the timeline."

"Dallas is a big place. We need to find him first," Diego points out.

"Gee, if only we had some magical, old-timey way of finding people and their addresses," I tap my chin as I smirk up at Diego.

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Five drops the Dallas phonebook onto the kitchen table as we all take a seat around it.

"Let's start simple. His name," Five begins.

Diego starts muttering through the H's, looking for Hargreeves, "shit, nothing here."

"Try his company, D.S. Umbrella Manufacturing Co," I snap my fingers.

"Yeah, sweetness, I know the name," Diego turns to me before flipping through the pages.

"Uh... Holy shit," Diego stops on a certain page, "D.S. Umbrella."

"Eighty-two Olive," Five reads quietly.

"Let's go," Diego turns and guides me to the door.

As Diego pulls up the projector screen, Elliot mumbles through the cloth gag and jerks around in the chair.

"He's okay to leave here like that?" I ask Five, turning around quickly.

"Yeah, love, he's fine. What about the girl Diego?"

We all stop and turn around to face the kitchen and Five sighs.

"Shit," Diego mumbles before turning to walk back.

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Diego slowly pulls the car up in front of the eerily quiet building.

"This is it," Five says from my right as he opens the door and gets out. He slips a hand back in through the door and helps me out as well.

The three of us make our way towards the building shoulder to shoulder.

" "D.S. Umbrella." This is it," Diego sighs.

Five stops a little ways away and Diego and I notice a little while after we get closer.

"You okay?" I ask him as Diego and I stop aswell.

"Yeah, fine," Five answers and continues on with us, "just..." Five sighs as we stop in front of the door.

"How long's it been since you've seen the old man?" Diego questions and rips a pocket knife front his belt.

"Forty-five years," Five answers.

"That's a trip," Diego squats down to pick the front lock while I lean onto Five as he leans against the building.

"No kidding," Five sighs, "you know, when I was stuck out there in the apocalypse, there wasn't  day that went by where I didn't hear his voice in my head."

"What was he saying?" Diego asks.

""I told you so.""

Diego scoffs softly, "well, if Dad's here, he's never met you before, so he can't say "I told you so.""

"I'm sure he'll find a way," Five mutters before wrapping his arms around me and blinks through the door.

I giggle slightly at Diego and unlock the door from the inside.

"Right," Diego sighs, "gotta remember that."

The three of us make our way into the building and I flick on a lamp near me but it flickers out immediately.

"Shit," I mumble.

"Guess Dad wasn't much for home decor," Diego comments.

"Feels more like a front," Five points out.

"A front for what?" Diego asks.

"I don't know," he answers.

"Well, we'll take the left. Yell if you, uh... get in trouble," Diego tells Five and pulls me away with him.

Diego and I step into the dark hallway and begin opening up or attempting to open up the doors lining the hallway.

"Sweetcheeks, come here," Diego whispers loudly.

I quickly tiptoe into the room he's in a look around at the dark dimly lit desk that occupies Dad's office.

Diego slowly rounds the desk and looks at the files laying out on his desk, blowing the huge layer of dust beforehand. He begins opening them all up and flipping through the empty papers.

All of a sudden, a door opens nearby and footsteps tap through the hallway. Diego tosses the file back onto the table and I follow him out into the hallway. We round the corner and the door at the end of the hallway closes as a leg is all that we can make out going into the room.

We quickly march down to the end of the hallway and enter the same room as the mystery person. The door leads out into the foggy damp night and the dark figure moves into the fog. Dad.

"Fi, you go back to Five. I'll handle it," Diego pushes me gently back inside and rushes into the fog.

I quickly jog through the building, back to the room where we split up and take a right instead.

"Five," I whisper.

"In here," Five's voice calls me into a room up the hall.

I step into the room where a fake family is set up at a kitchen table. Five searches through the files on the table beside the set, looking for something. I step up next to Five and he holds up a white envelope. He quickly opens it and we silently read the invitation.

Five rushes to stick the invitation into his pocket as metal starts clinking nearby.

We turn around quickly to the sound and start tiptoeing towards it. As we look around, searching for the sounds, I nudge Five to the dark corner of the room.

A gentle squeaking causes me to smile softly as the little chimp comes into the light.

"Hi... Pogo," I smile and bent down to his level.

"Hey," Five whispers, bending down with me.

Pogo starts softly hooting as he meets us on the floor.

"It's all right, little buddy," Five whispers as Pogo comes closer.

"Pogo. It's good to see you," I smile, placing my hand on top of Five's.

All of a sudden, Pogo screeches and claws Five's face before running away. Five cries out and falls back into my lap as Pogo crashes through the window.

I raise up quickly, helping Five up as well, "Diego! Diego!"

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