CSI: Excolo. Episode 2.9: If We Make It Through December

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Previously on CSI: Excolo.

SYL and SAYID in the courtyard of his apartment complex.

SAYID: Happen to know the couple who live there are moving out. Would be cheaper than our two separate places. Not by much, admittedly. But wondered if you might fancy it.

SYL: Yeah, I'm in.

CUT TO: KATE talking to ISIDORE LEVINSON.

Kate: Your firm does seem to have a remarkable knack of preventing cases coming to court, which is quite admirable, even if frustrating for my office. But then, I do enjoy the challenges of the court room.

Levinson: You could enjoy them across the aisle. The challenges are still there - it's just a bit easier to enjoy them.

CUT TO: ISIDORE at AL's apartment.

TEZ: Who the fuck are you?

ISIDORE: I was dropping some things off for my client.

CUT TO: AL talking to JACK HOLLOW. There is a red gift back on the chair beside them.

JACK: Found what I was looking for pretty quickly, and the stall owner was decent.

CUT TO: AL looking through the contents of the bag - a file. CLOSE UP of his face. CLOSE UP of a photograph in the file, which is of SAYID.

CUT TO: AL in bed with TEZ.

AL: You do not need a job. Live with me, here. If you want. Love. Stay with me.

CUT TO: WANDA returning to her apartment. CLOSE UP of her shocked face as she sees BENEDICT.

BENEDICT: Hello darling. I missed you.

VOICEOVER as Benedict chases her through the apartment.
It was fun Wanda. It really was. But all good things must come to an end. And I need some space.
PAN DOWN to see Wanda looking down in horror at Benedict's corpse, a knife in her hand.

CUT TO: NU and WANDA tying Benedict up in a shower curtain. NU VOICEOVER: The rivah, ayuh. Put him in naked. If we float him ovah the county line, might take a while for people to figuah out who he is. Then we need to dump that car of yours, torch it.

CUT TO: JOHNNY at DANIKA's apartment, putting on his coat and leaning in to kiss her.

JOHNNY: I'll - I'll see you soon, right?

A couple of weeks later - the 23rd of December. SAYID is sitting in the Miskatonic, with a song playing quietly on the jukebox. We see him through the window, snow falling in a gentle flurry in the early evening.

Nearly time. Can't wait for this to be over, I really fucking can't. I feel like I've hardly slept the past two weeks. I know Syl knows something's up, but I can't tell her what. Might be dangerous. But it's exhausting, cos knowing there's a leak in my own department I haven't been able to talk to anyone. But soon I'll move on that fucker Shairan, and Ipoca'll go down with him, and for Syl's sake I feel bad about that but as far as I'm concerned otherwise the fucker deserves it.

Information from Johnny suggests Hollow's the police side of the weak link, but I still don't know who in the FBI has let me down. Feel bloody paranoid at work. At least I've had the distraction of moving in with Syl. We've spent the last couple of weeks sorting things, and I collected the keys today. Doubt we'll have time to move anything in before Christmas, and besides both of us have got a couple of weeks left on our respective leases, but we might be able to give the empty place a bit of a Christmas christening. The thought makes me grin to myself, and I return to my pie.