[Marshall is banging his head against the back of the van, Velma pacing behind him. Alice walks out, cleaning up her face with the towel but still mostly covered in blood. Marshall is still holding his phone.]

Alice: [confused] What the hell is going on, Marshall?

Velma: [panicking] Harold, the fucking Hatter, is trying to kill my son!

Marshall: [angry] We don’t know that for sure.

Velma: [panicking] And we don’t know that it is NOT for sure!

Alice: [defensive] Velma, will you try to calm down please?

Velma: [panicking, angry] Alice, I swear to God I will beat your skull with your own fucking mask!

[Marshall turns, growling and crushing the phone in his hand.]

Marshall: [angry] Velma, shut up!

Alice: [surprised] Jesus fuck, Marshall!

Marshall: [angry] You can shut up and all!

[Marshall flings the remains of the phone off into the distance.]

Marshall: [angry] Whatever Harry has gotten himself into, this is serious! If he’s thinking that everyone wants to kill him then he’s gonna be on the fucking warpath. We have to deal with this before…

[Velma glares at Marshall, who looks at her and quickly sighs.]

Alice: You know what, I’ll just go start the van. Velma, need a lift?

Velma: [faux-calm] Alice, dear, did you see Conlon this week?

Alice: [confused] Um… sorry, what?

Velma: [faux-calm] Did you… or did you not… see Conlon this week?

Marshall: [angry] Velma, there’s no need for that.

Velma: [faux-calm] Alice is an adult, she can answer her own fucking question.

Alice: [worried] Velma-

Velma: [angry] Alice, fucking answer!

[Alice takes a deep breath.]

Alice: [forceful] No. No, I have not seen your boyfriend recently. Is that a problem?

[Velma sighs in relief.]

Velma: [upset] Get in the van.

[Alice backs away, heading into the van.]

Marshall: [angry] That was unnecessary.

Velma: [angry] Well someone must have gone to him, there’s no other reason why he’d be in there.

Marshall: There is one reason.

[Velma looks at Marshall, worried]

Velma: What then? Cecil’s dad is in hospital and won’t tell me why, so I’m open to any reason you may have?

[Marshall sighs, stopping himself.]

Marshall: [upset] Look… Chesterfield isn’t safe right now. Not while Harry’s there, not while powers are everywhere, you need to stay safe.

Velma: [surprised] Excuse me?

Marshall: [upset] Go find Conlon. He’s in Ireland which is far enough away to be safe, we’ll deal with the problems here.

Velma: [angry] Let me guess, that includes Cecil.

Marshall: [upset] Only if he’s a threat.

[Velma groans, putting her face in her hands.]

Marshall: [quickly] And if he has a power then we'll talk to him.

Velma: [angry] You never talked your way out of this! Not even for me!

[Velma looks at Marshall, clearly upset.]

Velma: [upset] If my son is hurt-

Marshall: [defensive] He won’t be. I promise.

[Velma looks at him and sighs, holding her head.]

Marshall: We need to go. Get in the van.

Velma: [quickly] No.

Marshall: [confused] We can’t just leave you here. It’s a pocket dimension.

Velma: [upset] I’ll just take the cab with Kenzie.

Marshall: You can’t do that, the cabby’s dead.

Velma: [angry] That hasn’t stopped us before, has it?

[Marshall nods slowly.]

Marshall: You’re right.

[He starts backing away towards the car, opening the door.]

Marshall: When you’re right, you’re right!

[He gets in the van and locks the door, the van starting. Velma sighs as the van begins to drive away. She turns around and finds Kenzie stood in front of her.]

Kenzie: Sorry. Didn’t want to wait in the cab.

Velma: I…

Kenzie: [quickly] Are you okay, mum?

Velma: I’m fine, honey. Just-

Kenzie: [quickly] I think that it’d be best for you to go. To dad.

Velma: I can’t just leave Sissel.

Kenzie: [excited] I’ll go to him. It’s been a while, he’ll probably be excited.

[Kenzie smiles, Velma giving a weak one.]

Kenzie: Come here.

[Kenzie gives Velma a hug, sighing.]

Kenzie: He’s gonna be fine, I promise.