Where Partners Dare
Written by Redell
** EPISODE # 71B, WHERE PARTNERS DARE **
~ Unedited Act 1: Scenes 1-2 ~
KOTTO VOICE OVER: Last time on "Homicide: Life on The Street"
FADE IN:
~{Episode #68 *HAVE A CONSCIENCE* . Tim and Frank in INT. BREAK ROOM -
HOMICIDE holding coffee cups.}
TIM(numbly): I don't know. I don't know why I said the things that I
said.
FRANK(looking down at coffee, earnestly): You still wanna be
partners, right?
TIM: (a bit too quickly): No. No. I meant *that*. (walks away)
FADE OUT:
FADE IN:
~{Episode #69 *DIENER* . Mary and Tim in INT. THE BOX}
(TIM is sitting beside MARY on the table. His hand are clasped and to
his chin, as elbows rest on thighs. They both stare into space)
MARY(apprehensive): Being a homicide detective is who he is. I'm just
not so sure, being a homicide detective's wife is who I am
FADE OUT:
FADE IN:
< SCENE CUT >
{TIM and FRANK: INT. WATERFRONT- THAT NIGHT}
TIM(behind bar, pouring Frank club soda): It's getting pretty late.
FRANK: Meaning what?
TIM(wiping down bar): Oh, I don't know. Meaning, uh, Mary's probably
waiting at home for ya'.
FRANK: I can take care of my marriage.
TIM: I know, Frank.
[awkward silence] < SCENE CUT >
TIM: ...So ah, if you wanted to partner again, just on a couple of
cases in the future, or something like that..We can talk about it. I
just wanna say..the subject isn't closed..
FRANK(subtlety hostile): You are absolutely right. You and me,
partnering up again-it's getting stale. It's getting old. We know each
other's moves. This is better for the police work.
TIM(nods): Yeah, okay Frank.
FRANK(walking out the door): Goodnight!
TIM: Goodnight.
FADE OUT:
FADE IN:
~{Episode #71a *VALENTINE'S DAY* . MARY and FRANK in INT. THERAPY
OFFICE}
DOCTOR (sitting across from the couple): It is perfectly natural, for
a period of time, for the frequency of sex to diminish a little.
MARY: It's not the *frequency*, Doctor. It's the-it's the um,
intensity.
< SCENE CUT >
{MARY, FRANK & OLIVIA in INT. ST. IGNATIUS CHURCH}
FRANK(clutching OLIVIA): You and Livy are important to me.
MARY: But, not *as* important, huh? You were, *hell-bent* for
recovering from that stroke. Not for us, but so you could get back out
there on the streets.
FRANK(pleading): That's not true Mary. Please. *Please*
MARY: We've got nothing more to talk about, Frank. Well, until you
can admit, that you care more about dead strangers, than you do your
*own* family.
[MARY takes OLIVIA and they leave the church, not looking back.]
FADE OUT:
DIAMOND VOICE OVER: Tonight on "Homicide: Life on The Street"
FADE IN:
<= INT. BAYLISS' APT. ; FOYER - NIGHT =>
[we are inside TIM BAYLISS' Apt. It is really dark. The camera PANS to
the door. The doorbell rings a few times.]
TIM(off camera): Hold on!...I'll be right there!...( etc. )
[Camera PANS to see him walk down a dark stairway. Flipping on a light,
we see he is rumpled. Rough and tumble. Wearing a dark blue robe.
Crisp, white undershirt. Flannel bottoms. Peeking through the peephole,
TIMís suprised, itís MARY PEMBLETON. He opens door.]
TIM: Mary?
MARY: I hope it isn't to late. I didn't want to wake you. I was just
driving around. Thinking. I had no place else to go. I can't talk to my
sister. And well, I have to brace myself to speak with my parents.
'Cause, my father, well, isn't too fond of Frank as it is.
TIM (Pulling the door closer to his body): Oh, no. I don't sleep,
much any more. Ah, um-come on in. [He moves letting her in. ] What's
going on, Mary? Is everything Okay?
[They stand in the foyer. She's hesitant. She's dressed in a dark
scarlet coat, hat and gloves. TIM looks into her face, in the light.
She's distressed. He looks into MARY's reddened eyes.]
MARY: I left Frank.
BEAT. [Varying emotions cross TIM's face. Heís floored by her subtle
inflection of the words.]
FADE OUT:
INTRO:
FADE IN:
TUNE: HOMICIDE THEME
CREDITS run with scenes of outside view of station at night. flickering
title. "Investigative" word collage. revolver quartet. dead woman. more
words. badge and hand. toe tagged body. Baltimore badge close up. 5th
season cast credits(alpha.order). In middle flash different badge.
Fingerprint dusting through white, stenciled :: HOMICIDE: LIFE ON THE
STREET ::
TUNE ENDS: HOMICIDE THEME
BELTZER VOICE OVER: "Homicide," (Title flicker in blackness.)
FADE OUT:
FADE IN:
[after a minute duration of scene, GUEST CAST, PRODUCTION
STAFFS, WRITER, DIRECTOR at bottom of screen]
<= INT. BAYLISS' APT. - NIGHT [a second later] =>
TIM and MARY are still standing in their places before the credits.
TIM: Whatta ya' mean, you *left* Frank?
She walks deeper into the apartment. she pulls off her gloves and hat.
MARY: I left. I packed up Livy and just left. I'm not leaving
forever, Tim. I just needed a break. I *need* breathing room. I feel
like he blames me for not understanding him. He expects me to accept
something, I *can't* understand. While, goes on thinking everythingís
fine. It's not."
TIM: (Moving with her. Turning on light in living room now) Does he
know where you are?
<= INT. BAYLISS' APT. LIVING ROOM AREA - NIGHT [a second later] =>
The room is mimimalistic. The kitchen is visible. The downstairs is
white. Clean, Tidy.
MARY(smirking): Well, he doesn't know I *here*, anyway.
TIM: Where's Livy?
MARY(lips upturned in a careful smile): With my sister in Virginia,
for the night. Then we're heading up to stay with my parents for
awhile."
TIM[ushering her to couch]: Sit down. Can I get you anything?
Coffee? Water?
MARY: No. No. I'm fine, Thank you Tim.
TIM: What happened? This has something to do with the other day
doesn't it?
MARY(reluctant): Somewhat, yes. I take it, Frank hasnít called you or
anything..
TIM(worried): No. Frank wouldnít call me. Nevertheless, tell me
anything. We don't speak anymore, anyway.
MARY: I'm so, sorry. [Remebering the sudden separation, they
suffered] At least, when he spoke to you, he spoke to me. At at least
looked at me like I was a human being. And not, just like I was some
sort of break from work.
TIM(sincere): That's not true. I mean, Frank *loves* you. I've never
met anyone who loved a person more. I wish I could meet someone as sweet
and interesting, like you, Mary.
MARY: That's easy for you to say. Thank you. Ya, know, the Frankie
Pembleton you knew isn't the one I know. Well, now anymore.
TIM: What is it Mary? [His breath is soft on her face.]
MARY: It's all *too* complicated, Tim. [Taking a second] He missed
Livy's christening. He missed date night.
TIM: Date night? [notices her eyes innocent flicker.]
MARY(getting embarrassed): I shouldn't be telling you this, but...we
used to go out, have dinner. And you know, afterwards-
TIM:(finishes, uncomfortable himself) Have sex?
MARY: Yeah. There was a time, Frank and I *were* passionate, Tim.
Those days are long gone. We'd make love any place and everywhere. Under
tables. In cars. In a museum. But, now. But now-
[Her voice trails emphatically. Batting the sleepiness out of her eyes,
she forces a smile. He smells yummy. Like fabric softener and something
masculine. Comforting. Warm and safe. But as TIM moves closer, touching
her hands, her face slowly twists.]
TIM: Are you okay?
[MARY gags on words she can't admit. TIM takes her into his arms. But
there was no comfort. (At least, not at first) Her dirty little thoughts
push her into crying. She feels disgusted; Weeping in the arms of
another man.]
TIM: Shh...
[He rocks MARY back and forth; pushes her head into his chest. Their
bodies press harder and harder together. It feels awkward and brisk.
Retreating for a weighty second, TIM discreetly rubs wetness from her
cheeks.]
[This moment is intense. Silent. They just stare at each other. TIM
leans to kiss MARY's forehead; audience for spilt second believe it's a
friendly peck. His lips are locked for a BEAT. He expects her to stop
him. Their hearts pounding in their throats. Pulling away, her eyes
piercing, yet soft. Intimate. His eyes float down on her lips. The
subtle curving. The Beauty. The perfection.]
[Their lips finally meet. He even tastes yummy. But, she can't place it.
TIM's tongue encircles the volume of her mouth; a kiss so deep; so soul
stirring. She lifts his face and kisses him back. Impassioned, he grabs
the back of her head, letting his fingers tumble through her delicate
curls. ]
TIM(forcing away): Mary, we shouldn't...Frank...we can't... You really
should go home to him and talk this over..
MARY: You are *little* minded, Tim. He's not here. He's *not* my
father.
[Standing, she tosses off her coat, revealing a slender, curvy frame.
Looking down on the detective, she sizes him up. Trying to
'extrapolate', how *big* he really is. Dropping to her knees, MARY rests
her hands on the drawstrings of his pajamas. Liking her lips, playfully,
she leans to kiss him again. She places the taste. Chocolate Chip
Cookies. She grins. TIM begins exploring her body. Running his soft,
masculine hands up and down her.]
TUNE: FUMBLING TOWARDS ECSTASY (4:43 mins/sec)
scene FADES IN and FADES OUT with pulse of music
[Tim's fingers tripping their way under her blouse. His warm fingers
open, exposing a black laced bra. He kissed her. Sliding his tongue to
MARY's cool chest; soft and smooth.]
[Like a child, she reaches through the elastic of his pj's and feel
around. Fondling his balls gently with one hand, making him shiver.]
MARY: I trust you, Tim. [Her eyes grow, as she opens her mouth
wide, and takes hold of his cock, jamming it into her mouth. Slowly, she moves her mouth up and
down, swirling gentle rings around the purpling head. MARY takes TIM to
the farthest reaches of her throat, sucking and slurping.]
TIM: Oh, yea that's it...
[lifting her head, from him. She watched playfully as he shoots it all
over. Old Faithful, on good day]
TIM: Jesus!!
[MARY's lips arch into a ravenous smile looking, up into his glassy,
blue eyes. His warm, white seed drips erotically from the corners of her
mouth. She wraps a hand around the base of his penis stroking him;
reviving whatever life she'd stolen. ]
MARY(seriously): Tim, please fuck me.
[TIM, fully obedient wraps his arms around her torso, and pulls her
onto him. He's *really* ready. He's hoping she is too. There's no
turning back. [kissing] Mary parts her legs, wiggles out of her panties.
He's overcome with her smell. ]
TUNE ENDS: FUMBLING TOWARDS ECSTASY
MARY: I want *it*. I want it, NOW.
TIM: So do I.
TUNE: FUMBLING TOWARDS ECSTASY (at same ending point)
(Tune is louder this time. All you hear is heavy breathing. Lightens at
speaking points)
[ As he enters her, they're face to face. Intimate and real. He feels
her hot, intimate wetness. She starts moaning loudly. TIM seems to grow
larger inside her. They gasped in ecstasy. TIM eagerly sucks at MARY's
swollen nipples and runs his open mouth over her bouncing breasts,
while he guides his purpling head in and out of her. She's gonna come
soon he can feel it. ]
TIM: OH MARY! I want your pretty, little ass.
[ He barely realizes, MARY is painfully, pushing herself down the
enormous erection. Whimpered as her hips rocked over him. Their faces
twist in agony. The reverberation of his balls slamming against her
wetness, orchestrates this simultaneous climaxes. As she draws closer to
orgasming, TIM breathlessly pledges his love for her. He *means* it.
MARY's eyes opened wide, taking in the image of him in her. Gasping,
clawing at his back, MARY comes hard.]
MARY[hissing]: Oww..don't stop...please..ow!!
[Their bodies grind together. Pushes her to the hilt again, MARY moans.
She bear hugs him. MARY throws her head back; in primal scream, spasms
around his shaft. TIM pulls her back. Grabs her ass, bounces her into
another sudden, jabbing orgasm; it burns. MARY shifts herself restlessly
over his steady semen stream. ]
TIM(biting down on lip): Hmm...Mmmm...
[They remain face to face, quaking in ecstasy. Embracing each other's
sticky body. Mouth to mouth. He tastes himself on her tongue. Carefully,
he removes himself. They fall back onto the mass of clothing on floor,
giggling. MARY backs herself into his loosened erection. AERIAL of them
spooning, covered in each otherís sweat and saliva. TIM wraps arms
around her body, nuzzling into her neck; kissing softly. TIM still holds
her tightly in his arms. They're both very satisfied ]
TUNE END: FUMBLING TOWARDS ECSTASY
TIM: Promise me, you and Frank will work this out.
MARY: I promise. And Tim...I love you too.
FADE OUT
[COMMERCIAL BREAK)
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