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Episode Seventeen
Alexandra and Jordan stop rolling around on the floor and look to the skies to spot where the voice of power and importance was coming from. They didn't have to look far as a large, bulging shape hovered over them with a round little face popping up above it.
"Oh, hello Sergeant Cop. Is something the matter?" enquires Alexandra from her position on the floor. She can't help but let out a small, squeaky giggle at the ridiculous looking man standing before her. But Jake Cop is the boss of the town and is not to be messed with and Alexandra knows this.
"What exactly is going on here?" Sergeant Cop questions, fingers in the belt loops of his pants. He stands proud and small, rocking back and forth on his feet. "I've been informed by an informant, who shall remain nameless, that there has been a disturbance at this here restaurant," he says, winking and pointing at Marina Shady who is watching eagerly from the corner of the room.
"Nope! There's no disturbance here, mate. I'm afraid you've wasted your time," says Jordan, scrambling to his feet and flashing a friendly smile at the policeman.
The shock of seeing a new face in Harbour Town makes Jake Cop inhale his chewing gum and he is horrified when this foreigner begins tapping him on the back as he chokes on the gum stuck in his windpipe.
As soon as the chewing gum releases itself from the fatty tube that is Jake's oesophagus and falls in slo-mo onto the carpet, Jake stands up straight, chest trust outwards, glaring at this new devil that has infested his perfectly clean town.
Jake's nostrils flare with anger as Jordan returns the gaze with a happy, "Why is this guy staring at me" smile. Alexandra looks on worriedly in the background as time passes by at a snail's pace.
Meanwhile, back in Carlos's office with that giant portrait...
Eye to eye. Glass eye to shattered glass. Carlos Richman, the richest man in Harbour Town, is transfixed by his replica. He has never seen anyone more beautiful than the figure before him. No wonder Alexandra accepted his marriage proposal, no intelligent woman would refuse the ring of a rich, aging, handsome man. Rebecca Exwife-Richman and Theresa Mohammed-Piazza-Richman had both been there and done that.
But who cares about them when we can talk about Carlos. Carlos begins to sweat and shake as he reaches out a large, tanned hand to stroke the face of his double.
"Carlos, I love..." begins Carlos before being rudely interrupted by the sound of a Spanish melody in a polyphonic ringtone.
"Excuse me, Carlos," says Carlos to his painted self. "Hello, Carlos Richman's phone. Owner of the phone speaking."
"Daddy? It's Benny. It's Mummy. She's sickly!" says a voiceover.
Carlos stares wide-eyed into the distance, his bottom lip quivering in horror and possibly Botox.
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