:lol: Daddy Speed is awesome.
It Really Is The Hummerhome Of Dreams
Hummerhome, midnight
Anni: *bursts into Katie's room* KATIE!
Katie: What? What happened?
Anni: I just had the WORST nightmare of my life!
Katie: ...You woke me up to tell me about your nightmare?
Anni: Okay well it all started out innocent enough...
FLASHBACK
Anni: *counting gold* You shall be Peter. And you, mister piece of gold shall be Warren. And you mister piece of gold shall be...Dwayne.
[A puppy with Colton's face runs in]
Colton: Master! Master! The villagers need food for their children and grains for their crops.
Anni: *counting gold* Nonsense! They have gold.
Colton: ...Master they have nothing. YOU have gold.
Anni: SHUT UP! I'M TRYING TO COUNT THE GOLD!
[A piece of gold with Carly's face appears]
Carly: Miss Anni, I think you should give me to the villagers.
Anni: What is this, a friggin intervention? My gold. MINE. ALL FOR ME! I am the most powerful person this side of Massachusets! *cackles* COLDOG! MAKE ME A RAINFOREST!
Colton: Yes master. *trots out*
Carly: Miss Anni, my face isn't shiney anymore. I can barely see the wrinkles in your face.
Anni: *frowns* ungrateful piece of pure gold. I MADE you.
Carly: Uh, correction Miss Anni. I made you.
Anni: I can always melt you.
Carly: NO! NO MISS ANNI!
Anni: *runs down to the cellar* Alright my fiendish friend, you shall BURN! BURN IN THE BOWELS OF HELL! *dangles Carly over an oven*
[Delko's face appears in the oven]
Delko: Oooh it's eating time! Yum yum yum!
Anni: *dangles Carly*
Carly: *screaming*
Anni: *cackling* AND NOW MY KINGDOM OF GOLD AND RAINFOREST WILL BE COMPLETE! Delkor, open your gaping chin and melt my precious!
Delko: Okay. *opens mouth*
Carly: I don't want to be a piece of gold anymore! My teeth are so yellow!
Anni: *drops Carly into fire*
Delko: *munches* Mmmm. Carly tastes like metal.
Anni: A precious metal my fiendish friend. *pets Delkor*
Delko: Wait, wait, scratch right there. I have an itch.
Anni: *scratches Delkor's nose*
Delko: Ahhhh.
[Speed bursts through the door wearing all white, and carrying a sword]
Anni: *turns around* TIMTRON!
Speed: That's right! How dare you kill my sister-in-law who happened to be a piece of gold for some odd reason!
Anni: I didn't know it was Carly!
Delko: Yes you did.
Anni: Shut up Delkor.
Delko: Sorry Miss Anni.
Speed: *waving sword around* Your people are starving in their villages and you're counting money.
Anni: Gold Timtron, Gold.
Speed: LET MY PEOPLE GO!
Anni: Never!
Speed: *walks over to Anni* Let my people go or I'll release my wrath upon your very hot body.
Anni: *smiles* Oooh what kind of wrath?
Speed: *smirks*
Delko: *rolls eyes* Oh come on.
Speed: *clears throat* Right. ANNI! *swings sword* Let my people go!
Anni: Oh Timtron! You're so strong and mighty! I'll let your people go if we can rule the people TOGETHER!
Speed: ...Together? No. I didn't sign up for a partnership. I work alone.
Anni: But you always say how you want to get into a fast-paced career.
Speed: Yeah. Alone.
Anni: I'll give you flexible hours.
Speed: I don't think so. I'm more of a one-man band kind of guy. *leaves*
Anni: ...TIMTRON WAIT! WE HAVEN'T EVEN TALKED ABOUT WAGES! *runs out*
Delko: And I thought I had it bad.
[FLASHBACK TO PRESENT]
Katie: ...
Anni: It was terrible.
Katie: *blinks* I think you need therapy.
Anni: I never thought of that.
Katie: *pats Anni's shoulder*
Anni: So what do you think my dream means?
Katie: I think your dream means stay away from my man.
Anni: Katie, you're unbelievable.
Katie: I know.
Anni: I'm not going to steal Tim. I just want to know what it means. I mean, Colton was a dog, Carly was a piece of gold, and Eric was an oven.
Katie: Well....Eric does eat a lot and Colton is...Loyal?
Anni: What about Carly?
Katie: She's...Precious and expensive?
Anni: ..No I don't think that's it.
Katie: Well look I'd love to interpret your crazy dreams, but I'd like to get some sleep.
Anni: But no one else is up.
Katie: Did you go into their rooms and wake them up?
Anni: No.
Katie: Then go wake them up.
Anni: But you're already awake.
Colton: *walks in* What's going on? I heard yelling.
Anni: I JUST HAD THE WORST NIGHTMARE OF MY LIFE!
Colton: Do we have any milk?
Anni: Yeah it's in the fridge.
Colton: Awesome. So uh, what happened in the dream?
Anni: You were a dog.
Colton: ...A dog.
Anni: Yeah.
Colton: And that was the scary part?
Anni: No. The scary par-
Katie: Anni's insane, just go get milk and go back to bed.
Colton: Since when do you tell me what to do?
Katie: Since you're in my room.
Colton: It's not your room. As I recall, Horatio owns this Hummerhome.
Katie: Yeah well Horatio isn't here, is he?
Colton: He could be.
Katie: Don't you get him out of bed.
Colton: You don't control me.
Katie: Anni you're right. He needs a collar.
Colton: What? Why?
Katie: So I can shock you whenever you say something stupid.
Colton: *frowns*
Anni: Can you guys just calm down for a while?
Katie: Get out of my room.
Colton: Make me.
Katie: I would but I'm not going to run around in a tank top and short shorts.
Colton: *smirks*
Katie: OH EW! *throws pillow*
Colton: What!
Katie: Get out you gross idiot!
Colton: You're gross!
Anni: YOU'RE BOTH GROSS! Colton, just get out. Katie just stop talking. You're both going to make me cry.
Colton: *leaves*
Katie: *lays down*
Anni: Thank you. Now, what does my dream mean?
Katie: *covers head with pillow*
Anni: Katie? *pokes Katie*
Nightclub
Lori is seen talking to a few guys across the room
Speed: *drinks beer*
Woman: *sits down* You look lonely.
Speed: *looks at woman* I'm alone, it doesn't mean I'm lonely.
Woman: My name's Tracy.
Speed: *nods* Good for you.
Tracy: Is there a reason you came to a club by yourself?
Speed: Yeah apparently I'm old.
Tracy: *smiles* You don't look old to me partner.
Speed: *looks down at beer*
Tracy: You here with anyone?
Speed: ...No.
Tracy: Bad week?
Speed: *drinks beer*
Tracy: Silence. You don't talk to a lot of women, do you?
Speed: I'm gay.
Tracy: Oh. *looks around*
Speed: It was a joke.
Tracy: OH! *laughs* It was funny. Haha, really really, incredibly misleadingly funny.
Speed: Don't you have some friends to get back to?
Tracy: Actually, I'm just here on business.
Speed: Business.
Tracy: I go to clubs around California and I...Make my living.
Speed: As a prostitute.
Tracy: Only if you're lookin' for a good time.
Speed: I'm not.
Tracy: *laughs* Well the real reason I'm here is to crack down on underage drinking.
Speed: Don't worry, I'm way past 21.
Tracy: No doubt. But, business hasn't been busy lately. I know there are probably some underage kids in here, but hey they're just here to have a good time.
Speed: You're not exactly doing your job then.
Tracy: It's just easier to let them slide then to shut down entire clubs. I do it from time to time.
Speed: And this is one of those times.
Tracy: So you keep lookin' across the room at that pretty girl. Looking for a date?
Speed: No.
Tracy: ...You're not one of those predators are you? Because I can call the cops on your ass.
Speed: *puts badge on table* I wouldn't worry about it.
Tracy: *nods slowly* So why are you watchin' her?
Speed: I'm busting her for crack posession. You're blowing my cover.
Tracy: *laughs*
Speed: Yeah she won't think it's so funny.
Tracy: What's the real reason?
Speed: There isn't one.
Tracy: You come to these places to watch people.
Speed: If I say yes, will you leave me alone?
Tracy: Is there a reason I'm not gettin' a straight answer out of you?
Speed: I've known you for five minutes.
Tracy: People say I'm easy to talk to.
Speed: You are. I'm not.
Tracy: *looks over at Lori* She's going off with a couple of guys.
Speed: *angry sigh*
Tracy: She's pretty.
Speed: What's your point?
Tracy: I think she's a little out of your league.
Speed: She's my daughter.
Tracy: ...Oh....
Speed: She's supposed to be having a good time, so not everyone needs to know her father is watching her like a hawk.
Tracy: Why didn't you just stay home?
Speed: She forced me to come here.
Tracy: What a wonderful daughter.
Speed: Yeah she's like her mother. Beautiful, smart, and unbelievably talented, but insane.
Tracy: ...So are you and her mother...Together?
Speed: I'm married.
Tracy: Happily?
Speed: *sigh* No.
Tracy: Aw. *rubs Speed's arm* I'm sorry.
Speed: *looks down at arm*
Tracy: It must be...Awful.
Speed: ...I really appreciate what you're trying to do, but you'll only end up leaving here disappointed so you might as well stop while you're ahead.
Tracy: I like a challenge.
Speed: I'm sure you do. That's why you've had like ten careers in the past five minutes.
Tracy: Helps to know what a guy is interested in.
Speed: So you think I'm this lonely guy and you're a prostitute. I seem smart enough, so you work for the club and gaming commission. Any other jobs you have? Or do you have a real one in there somewhere?
Tracy: You are smart, I'll give you that. I work with TPD.
Speed: Texas.
Tracy: I'm trying to track down Jack Bradford. He's wanted for the murder of a college student down at Texas U. Ran over a kid and then shot him twelve times just because he was jelous that the kid knew the girl he wanted.
Speed: *looks at Tracy* What brought you to California?
Tracy: Liscence plates. The vehicle he used was stolen from the girl, and the plates were piled in his trunk. We think he might be in California.
Speed: Did he have a fake job?
Tracy: We suspect he worked at a series of clubs here. I'm trying to track him down and I found you.
Speed: Well you're not going to find him here.
Tracy: How would you know that?
Speed: He's in Miami under the name of Brad Jackson.
Tracy: Does he work in clubs?
Speed: He works at the police department.
Tracy: That's not a good idea.
Speed: I know. *grabs cellphone* Explains the dirt we found in the tracks.
Tracy: Come again?
Speed: Texas. The dirt was on his shoes, not in the tire tracks. He stepped in it at the crime scene.
Tracy: *nods*
Speed: I'm going to need you to tell me which states he had on those liscence plates.
Tracy: Whoa, there cowboy. This is my case.
Speed: Look, he can either kill more college kids, or we can work together.
Tracy: I get first cut at prosecution.
Speed: Deal.
Tracy: The plates were from California, Texas, Florida, and Nevada.
Speed: *lifts brow* Nevada? That's the only state he hasn't hit yet.
Tracy: You think he will?
Speed: The guy's smart, but he's also predictable.
Tracy: Who are you calling?
Speed: *on phone* Yeah Tripp, Lori's not a suspect. I have her.
Tripp: Where'd you find her?
Speed: California. Listen, you need to find Brad. He's the killer.
Tripp: No can do. Lori's friend Claire? Confessed to the entire thing.
Speed: ...She did.
Tripp: Said she smoked a little too much weed and crashed into the kid that night. She had Lori's Jeep.
Speed: You find any evidence?
Tripp: Jess took that Jeep apart. There was DNA inside the airbags. It matches Claire.
Speed: Frank, where was the DNA found?
Tripp: ...Airbag.
Speed: Which airbag?
Tripp: Passenger airbag.
Speed: She didn't kill the kid.
Tripp: Claire confessed.
Speed: Interrogate her again. She's not telling you everything. *closes phone* Did Jack ever have an accomplice?
Tracy: He drugged the woman he stole the car from so she wouldn't fight.
Speed: ...My daughter was dating him. Maybe she has information we can use.
Tracy: Sorry to cut your night short.
Speed: I'd rather work than be here.
Tracy: *laughs*
TBC...................
