Episode 1

THE STORY SO FAR......

It is 1998 and the world is in critical upheaval. Over the past year there have been massive fires and riots. Both Wentworth Detention Centre and Blackmoor have been destroyed by fires raging out of control. The government acts quickly as the areas these places were in are now occupied by fierce gangs The Prisons, now grouped into islands are under the control of the main prison, Leviticus6 which doubles as a protection facility for vulnerable people, as do the islands. The island Prisons are as follows IG1, IG2 and IG3. A lot has happened to the characters over the past year. Bea Smith has been released and now runs a half-way house for ex-prisoners of which Taryn Carlton and Lori Wilkinson are residents. Lori's daughter Zoe also lives with them Lexie Patterson also lives around the corner with her son Julian Kath Maxwell, Rita Connors and Sandy Edwards are incarcerated on IG1 which is governed by Lane Hunter with Neil Luxmoore as Deputy Governor.

EPISODE 1: Trinkle........Written By Michelle Murray

LOCATION: HALF-WAY HOUSE: Two women sit at the kitchen table of the half-way house Bea Smith, who was released from Prison a year earlier, runs, fairly, but with an iron hand. The kitchen, like the rest of the house is large. It is a two story house. The mood is grim as the two women sit at discussion. Taryn Carlton, released at the same time sits with her. Bea is reprimanding Taryn over her involvement with Neil Luxmoore. Taryn looks even more beautiful in civilian clothes than she did in prison denims. Her blonde hair is an inch longer and her complexion is porcelin, and her blue eyes sparkle. She is dressed in a shoulderless blue terry-towelling sundress which reaches to her ankles. Bea is dressed in a red sundress and she unlike Taryn who wore sandles
is barefoot.
Taryn:"....I'm sorry, Bea. I know how you feel about him so I'll ask him not to come to the house anymore; but he's not all bad", Taryn felt compelled to defend Luxmoore, despite seeing Bea's point of view.Taryn wondered how Bea would react to the news of her engagement to Luxmoore
Bea: "Just as long we've got that cleared up, Taryn!", Bea was still angry, but she felt for Taryn enough to let her off lightly. Taryn felt chastised enough, not because of what he was doing but who he was. Just then the two women heard a keening wail just outside the front door. Bea and Taryn raced down the hallway and Bea opened the front door to reveal a preternaturally born white cat, around 4ft8 with the age and voice of an eight year old child. Tears streaked his face and more yet were seeping from his blue eyes; the young cats mouth trembled and he cried a little more. Taryn studied the animal carefully; he was slim bodied and his legs looked strong as did his arms which extended into what Taryn took to be a hand. Her eyes widened in silent wonder at the very sight of this beautiful but sad cat. His tail eddied behind him; his face buried in his hands. Bea stepped outside and knelt down to the cat
Bea:"What's the matter, love?", she gently extracted the cat's hands from his face. The cat still sobbed, however he was trying to speak
Cat:"Bad men...(sniffle), killed the lady who looked after..me! They wanted to do things to me...OOHHH!", he said nothing more before an outbreak of renewed crying. Bea and Taryn looked at each other. Taryn's eyes welling up with tears. Just then Chrissie Latham, who with her daughter, was staying with Bea temporarily ambled toward the front door.
Chrissie:(tapping Taryn's shoulder)"'Ere, what's this?"
Taryn:"Not sure, Chrissie. We heard this poor little cat crying and rushed to investigate. Poor baby!" Bea meanwhile was getting a little more sense out of the cat, who said his name was Trinkle. Trinkle then asked for a chocolate milkshake as he was thirsty.
Bea: (ushering Trinkle inside the house)"With all that crying, I bet you are. Let's get you cleaned up." Trinkle unsteadily walked in ahead of Bea. Bea and the others noticed a small burn at the back of his neck. She sensed the little cat's problems very serious indeed.

LOCATION: IG1: Lane Hunter stared out of the large office at the view of the coastline. The Prison/Protection Base of IG1 was large and to the outisde observer looked like a paradise; and it was a paradise of sorts as far as the inmates were concerned. Lane Hunter was Governor, and he wasn't a cruel man; but a man neverthless haunted by his own demons, even after all this time. He looked to the left and saw IG3 in the distance, even making out the machine-gun turrets of Terry Walters' Prison. Why they let a meglomaniac despot like him run a prison esaped Hunter. After a few moments he turned toward his desk and faced the other person in his office. Rita Connors still hadn't recovered from her cancer and because of the searing heat fell ill. She sits in a collapsed state in the comfort chair opposite Governor Hunter, whom she regarded as a friend. Lane, concerned came around his desk
and knelt down beside Rita. Picking up the wet face-washer from her lap he tenderly wiped the sweat from her forehead. Rita mumbled something, Lane thought was about Bongo, her brother, but the rest was incoherent. Hunter:"You OK?" he gently shook her "Rita? Can you hear me?" Hunter looked up at a perfunctionary knock a second before Deputy Governor Neil Luxmoore entered. Luxmoore hadn't changed in looks or personality; he was still as sadistic as ever. His dark eyes glittered mockingly. He stepped forward handing Hunter a number of thick files.
Luxmoore:"We're going to be having some guests very soon. Preternatural animals apparently"
Hunter: (leaving Rita's side to take the files from Luxmoore)"Preternatural animals?",
Luxmoore:"Yes, Governor, under Indefinite Protective Custody"
Hunter:"What's the ETA?"
Luxmoore:"30 minutes."
Hunter:"Right, you and Mitchell see to their reception and I'll take Connors to the infirmary" The corners of Neil's mouth turned upwards mockingly again. Apparently Lane Hunter had no idea on how to really treat these dregs
Luxmoore:"I'll see to it straight away"

LOCATION: CATAMARAN ENROUTE TO IG1: A large catamaran, en-route to the temporary protection station of IG1 has just left the jetty on Melbourne's mainland for the hour' journey. A group of animals are it's passengers. There are about 9 or 10 cats and four dogs. The animals, all preternaturally created seem in a happy mood. A small orange cat, by the name of Garfield D. is running excitedly about the vessel while Nermal a small grey kitten kneels on the lavish seats looking with wondered awe at the passing ocean. Two sets of black cats, both named Felix and Freddy sit in the row opposite him while two female cats sit two rows down on the same side as Nermal. The female cats names are Desiree, a beige coloured cat with black stripes and a younger Siamese cat by the name of Sassy sits alongside her. Four dogs Scooby, Shadow, Reilly and Delilah are on the outside of the vessel admiring the view from the front of it. Scooby, a purple dog looks in at the group of cats inside the vessel. Strange, he thought, how they always seemed to close ranks. Reilly wanted to change that. Just then a crew memeber approached the dogs from the portside of the vessel. He carried a clipboard with all the names of the animals. The crewperson dressed in white frowned at the list of names, Scooby noticed. He turned to the dogs.
Crewperson: "OK mates all inside thanks. Time for roll call". The four dogs obeyed and went in to join the cats. The crewman spoke again to both sets of anmals.
Crewperson: "OK we're gonna have a roll call because we think one of you jumped ship hahaha!!", full of good humour he continued "When I call out your names say Aye Aye!"
Crewperson: "Felix M!"
Felix M: "Aye Aye!"
Crewperson: "Nermal"
Nermal: (squeaking) "Aye Aye!"
Crewperson: "Garfield!"
Garfield: "Aye Aye!"
Crewperson: "Lemme see....uhhh Freddy's J and M and Felix J!"
Cats: "Aye aye"
The man smiled warmly as he completed the roll call of cats "We're missing a cat named Trinkle. Sassy and Desire are here", he patted Sassy on the head
Felix M: (frowning) "He's gonna be OK?"
Crewman: "Of course, he'll be right as rain when we find him", he squeezed Felix's shoulder reassuringly "OK folks enjoy the rest of the journey. Arvo tea's up in 15 minutes" Just then Reilly made a decision.
Reilly: "Time for a dog and cat conference!" The eight or so cats joined their canine counterparts for their first conference

LOCATION: HALF-WAY HOUSE: Taryn and Chrissie sat with the cat, Trinkle as he sipped a milkshake carefully prepared by Taryn. Chrissie took a closer look at the burn mark on his neck. It was the size of a cigarette burn. What awful thing had happened to this poor thing?, she wondered sadly. If what they already suspected was true, then little Trinkle had to go in under a Protection Order, but the way Taryn was interacting with Trinkle, that was going to be difficult. Chrissie took Taryn aside
Chrissie: "I wouldn't get too involved with 'im if I were you"
Taryn: "Why's that?"
Chrissie balked at the younger woman "Are you bloody daft?! You're getting too close to him. He's cute an' all, but hell, Taryn!, You'll be a right mess if you get too involved with the cutie and he has to go into protection!" Taryn knew Chrissie was right but she already loved the cat like he was her own child.
Taryn: (crying)"It's not fair! I can't have children because of the rape and now you're telling me I can't spend some time with Trinkle here!!", her voice became shriller as it neared the end of her statement. Bea Smith rushed into the kitchen at the commotion. Trinkle too, looked over at Taryn and Chrissie.
Trinkle:"What's wrong, Taryn?"
Taryn: (rushing over and embracing Trinkle)"Nothing, sweetie. I'm just a bit upset that's all" Taryn lifted Trinkle up from the chair and into her arms. Chrissie and Bea stood silently knowing it was better to give Taryn her own space. They watched helplessly as she carried the small white cat up to her room. Meanwhile some shady looking characters were gathering outside the half-way house in the summery afternoon. They were ill-kempt, dressed in rags, and stooped. Their faces were pock-marked and scarred. They wanted the cat in the house. They needed his blood to get well again. By this time Taryn was in her room with Trinkle. Her room faced the front of the house which afforded the view of the street. This was espcially useful to her because she could watch for Neil Luxmoore's arrival and rush down to greet him before Bea appeared. She was startled when Trinkle gave a cry.
Trinkle: "Taryn! Taryn!", he pointed hysterically out the window "The men! The bad men who want to hurt me!" Taryn raced to the window and spotted 3 untidily dressed men. Though they looked sickly, there was still an element of danger about them.
Taryn: "Don't worry, Trinkle. I won't let them hurt you!" Together she and the cat returned downstairs to the kitchen.
Taryn: "We've got trouble, Bea!" she desposited Trinkle onto the chair he was previously on and explained briefly to Bea what she and Trinkle saw. Bea rushed to the phone directing Taryn to phone Luxmoore on her mobile while Bea phoned Corrective/Protective Services. Outside the house, one of the intruders drew a dagger.

LOCATION: IGI The inmates had been brought inside and directed to their quonset huts by the officers before the arrival of the Prternatural Animals. This was only a way-station for them however as they were to go to Leviticus6. The reception area is dim. Neil Luxmoore sits alone behind a huge desk that was bare, save a telephone switchboard and a PC. There are various paitings hanging around the room, and Neil stared at a portrait of Queen Elizabeth. He was lost in thought, but the ringing telephone jolted him out of his reverie
Neil: "Good afternoon IGI?"
Taryn: "Neil? Is that you??" the voice sounded distraught. Luxmoore straightened up, feeling adrenaline surge throughout him
Neil: "Taryn? Darling, what's wrong?"
Taryn:(crying) "Oh God we're in trouble! This little preternatural cat came to our door crying and the men who were after him have turned up!...I..don't know what to do!!"
Luxmoore: "Get that cat to stay with you! I'm coming over in the hovercraft!!" Moments later, Neil Luxmoore had reached the island's beach and was speeding across the water in a hovercraft, an Uzi sub-machine gun on the vacant passenger seat alongside him. His mission was to reach his beloved Taryn and get the cat to safety. He also had a score to settle with Bea Smith.

LOCATION: HALF-WAY HOUSE The tension was building as the menacing intruders approached. Trinkle was becoming hysterical and the women had an almighty task of calming him down. A fierce banging came, but Bea and the others were anticipating it, as the intruders were doing their level best to smash the door in. Sirens wailed in the distance, coming closer.
Bea: "Take Trinkle into the lounge room, Taryn"
Taryn: "Sure. OK, come with me, sweetie", Taryn lifted Trinkle and carried him into the loungeroom. Chrissie Latham followed, a worried expression on her face. To divert Trinkle's attention from what was currently happening, Chrissie turned the TV on. In the next moment however, one of the intruders appeared at the window and smashed it with a blunt weapon. All three jumped . The sirens grew louder and assistance would be rendered in a matter of moments.
Trinkle: "TAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRYYYYYYYYYYYYYNNNNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!" The child-cat's scream shatters the afternoon as he screams the girl's name. Then, only silence, which seemed more deafening. A motorbike could be heard in the distance, growing louder as it approached. By this time the Corrective/Protective services car had arrived and Ian Hardy and Rowan Stark, formerly Blackmoor Prison Officers alight from the car and come racing up to the front door of the half-way house. Rowan slipped in past, Chrissie who had opened the door. He was 6 feet tall, lean, with, short auburn hair framed around a medium oval shaped face. He had brown eyes, small nose and a thin mouth. His looks didn't go unnoticed by Chrissie who glanced appreciately at him a second before Ian Hardy, a shorter man around 5ft8 with a tanned leathery face and short black hair styled attractively around his handsome face with grey eyes, entered behind his colleague. Both men had guns drawn.
Hardy: "Where's the cat!?"
Taryn: (coming into the hallway with a shaking Trinkle in her arms)"You don't have to yell!" Ian Hardy made his way toward Taryn and Trinkle and made to take the cat from her arms. Trinkle buried his face into Taryn's shoulder visibly shrinking from Hardy's touch. Five minutes later Neil Luxmoore had arrived. Rowan Stark had chased the intruders but lost them within those five minutes.
Hardy: "I'm sorry, but you must come with us", his arms were extended to receive Trinkle, his tone of voice gentle "it's really for your own good"
Trinkle: "Wanna stay with Taryn"
Neil Luxmoore appeared beside his fiancee in an instant "and get her killed? Now come on, Trinkle, you don't want that do you? Besides that, you'll meet other cats just like yourself and we can also protect you. Taryn and the women here can't. They don't have guns", Luxmoore's hand was now gently cupping Trinkle's neck; the cat gazing into his intense dark eyes "it's true, even as we speak your cat buddies are on their way to IG1, so say bye to Taryn and go with Mr. Hardy" Trinkle started to cry again but after saying a quick goodbye to Taryn and the women he was transferred into Hardy's waiting arms. All the women were teary eyed, especially Taryn
Trinkle: "I'll never forget you all, specially you, Taryn" Taryn squeezed the cat's hand gently and raised herself to kiss his cheek.
Taryn wagged a finger at him and set with mock sterness "Now you behave yourself and do what these men ask OK? Promise?"
Trinkle: "Promise", this was said softly. Ian Hardy broke the silence as he withdrew from the group of women. Stark followed him to the waiting car first double-checking that the intruders weren't lurking about. Only Neil Luxmoore remained inside. He turned to Taryn and pulled her away from the other women.
Neil: "Gather your things, you're moving out!" Taryn gazed into his eyes; eyes that told her he meant business. Taryn hurried upstairs to collect her belongings and he was alone with Chrissie and Bea; women he hated. Latham was nothing but a common slut and as for Smith, well she had meddled in his affairs for too bloody long. Luxmoore raised his head, in regal fashion regarding them with contempt
Neil: "Taryn Carlton's moving out, so you'll have no fear of me coming here any longer", his face broke into a smile that chilled Chrissie and Bea "but, you WILL be getting a visit from the police!"
Bea: "Meaning what?" Neil: (grinning mockingly "Oh, didn't I tell you, Smith! Someone's been using illicit substances here under your nose; and when I tell them that YOU are supplying the drugs that will be the end of you and your slut friend here!" A few moments passed before Taryn Carlton returned downstairs, a backpack filled with her worldly possessions on her shoulders
Taryn: "Well thanks for having me, Bea"
Bea: (embracing Taryn warmly)"You're welcome, love. I only wish you were moving out with someone else!"

LOCATION HALFWAY HOUSE: It is 8:30pm and the street is quiet. A quiet which is once again shattered by the sound of police sirens which are speeding towards the Half-Way House to pursue a drug bust. Inside Bea Smith waits anxiously for them. She had searched from top to bottom still unable to locate the stash of heroin Neil Luxmoore had planted that afternoon. The police arrive and they bang on the front door. Bea answers it and is face to face with Inspector Grace, who should have been retired a long time ago
Grace: "Good evening, Mrs. Smith", he presents a document that Bea realises is a search warrant "we can do this the hard way or the easy way. It's up to you"
Bea: "You do realise that bastard's set me up!" Grace raises his eye-brows. So there are drugs here, he thinks to himself. The next 10 minutes are a flurry of activity as the police search the place. Bea's face pales as another detective approaches Grace holding a bag of pure white powder. Grace smirks at Bea
Grace: "Looks like you're having a run of bad luck, Mrs. Smith!", clapping the handcuffs on her whilist Bea stares with a shocked expression "Bea Smith you are charged with possession of heroin for the purpose of trafficking!"

LOCATION: LEVITICUS All the preternatural animals are settled in for the night. A young woman moves among their beds, tucking them in. She is grateful for the time with the cats and dogs. It takes her mind off Lane Torrens, one of the Chief Officers of this high-technology hell-hole and his cruelty towards her. Kerryn Walker is in her mid-twenties with straight blonde hair, flicked back attractively around her pretty face; her emerald green eyes are welling up with tears as she goes about her chores. Her body is slim; but at the moment she is doubled over in agony; for when Leviticus inmates are processed they ingest a torture device called an Intestinator, which, at the press of a button will send agonising pain through it's victim; the victim being Kerryn. The room is fairly large, with room enough for 10 beds and an entertainment system in one corner and a self-contained living area in another part of the room.
Kerryn: "PLEASE MAKE IT STOP!!!!", she screams. Felix M. rushes over to comfort her and all the others are awake too. Garfield D is sitting up in bed, his eyes wide orbs and a worried expression on his normally jovial face. The door at the other end of the massive room slides open and a tall man appears. He is dressed in a paramilitary uniform; dark skivvy underneath a thick PVC vest; on the shoulders of this vest are five pips indicating this man is very high up in the Prison heirachy. The man's face is thin and sharp, grey eyes glitter and he has black crew cut hair in military style; his mouth is thin and is turned up at the corners as he watches Kerryn heave and dry-retch. The black cat; one of the youngest ones is trying vainly to hold her upright. At six foot, a very lean Lane Torrens approaches them. Sure, the girl was attractive, very attractive, that's why he chose her to be his Domestic Help; but he didn't like her one bit. Torrens grinned in the semi-darkness of the room. Walker's Intestinator was activated by the looks of things. Damn it! Why did that upset him so? The fact that she was in pain! Torrens looked over at Kerryn knneling on the cold floor; her hands clutched over her dark blue uniform which was a heavy canvas smock that reached down to her knees. Torrens brought out a small device, the size of a floppy disk and flicked a tiny switch. This switch was the Intestinator Override which could be used to deactivate the deadly cylinderical objects placed in the inmates intestines. He regarded her a minute or so longer and walked out of the room.

............TO BE CONTINUED

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