Scene Five: THE DOVICO BABY

"All at once, all three of them, zapped by lightening," Inside the SUV on stake out in El Porto, Agent Gower explained the gazillionair's death to young Agent Curtis, his new partner.

Bargus, his daughter and henchman Freddie Boult had died in a freak accident, struck by lightning while having an orgy in a hot tub. 

"Shut the door! Who has an orgy with their children present!" Agent Curtis was disgusted.

"Technically the coroner called it an "August sandwich."

"I hope he noted that the lightning was an Act of God," Curtis exclaimed.

"Nothing explains Patamon's actions. We don't know if Patamon knew about the incest or what it would have meant to him if he did know. We do know that Patamon's biggest patron, Oliver Mowbray, completely disappeared from the face of the earth shortly before Patamon disappeared. This time tomorrow we'll know if Patamon's real name is Dovico, if he's Senator Thaliard's grandson."

"Not the Dovico baby!?" Curtis couldn't believe this.

"The world long ago agreed that the Dovico baby met the same fate as the Lindberg baby. When King Tomas Dovico and his Hollywood bride Margaret Thaliard Dovico died in the avalance that derailed their train car, the kidnappers probably figured they were in over their heads. Along comes our friend Lester Flint, looking for a story. The old geezer flew all the way from Vermont to Hawaii on his own dime just because a drunk war buddy called and said there was a lifeguard on the beach who was the spitting image of His Majesty Tomas Dovico. Flint trogs up and down the beach wearing a ratty tweed suit and everyone who remembers him remembers he smelled like mothballs. Flint follows Patamon everywhere. Patamon is head over heels for the beautiful beach bunny and heiress Birdie Ratcliff. Patamon follows Birdie. Flint follows Patamon. Patamon wouldn't have noticed if Barney the purple dinosaur was tailing him, he's so ga-ga for the girl," Gower handed Curtis an iPad loaded with Flint's Hawaii photos

 "Flint even stole a vile of blood when he followed the happy couple to the lab where they had their prenuptial blood tests. Flint kept the blood in his freezer in Vermont all this time. Flint lost track of Patamon and now he thinks he has found him again." Gower suddenly took out his earpiece and put Flint on speaker:

"I think we should finish this conversation later," Flint told Harry and Edison.

"You said you were going to tell us about Birdie!" Edison protested.

"Your friend needs medical attention," Flint asserted.

"We told you he won't listen. And we don't want him locked up in some mental ward!" Harry cried out.

"Yeah. What good would that do? What are you, from Social Services? Did one of those tight ass Manhattan Beach bitches call you because Pat bought a carton of milk wearing his wife's bathrobe? The manager of the store knows Pat. Who do you think made the sculpture in the parking lot? Pat will be OK. He just needs time," Edison's face was beet red with anger.

"I'm no doctor but Patamon looks dehydrated. You say he fights anyone who tries to help him. He doesn't have a gun. He's weak from not eating. A medic could be advised to give him an injection before trying to move him. Your friend is dying of a broken heart. He might not make it to tomorrow," Flint said loud and clear.

"We're not deaf and dumb, man." Edison reacted.

"Maybe you aren't deaf," Flint conceded.


"Flint is not talking to them. He's talking to us." Curtis agreed.

"Ambulance is on the way," Gower nodded.

They got out of the SUV and looked up at the studio.

Agent Curtis followed suit and also looked up.

A kid going by on a skateboard also stopped and looked up.

"Damn pigeons shit on my vehicle. I just had it detailed," Gower glared at the kid. There were no droppings on the SUV. The kid shrugged and skated away.

Flint met the FBI at the door and showed them where Patamon was curled up on the cold floor. Patamon was given an injection of Haldol. After it took effect he was transported to the emergency room.

~ To Be Continued ~