[Pale sick green walls. The kind you’d find in an old hospital.]

 

[The apartment of one “Bombastic” Bronson Box, former Defiance World Champion.]

 

[Books line most of the walls. A low back well worn leather chair sits near the bookcases, in said chair sits a nearly naked Virginia Quell... save for a sheer bed sheet and a smile. The new first lady of Defiance sits calmly cradling a still steaming cup of tea. Across the room in the apartments modest kitchenette we find the man himself busy with what looks like dinner.]

 

[The man can cook, who knew?]

 

Virginia Quell:

Almost done, love? I’m simply famished.

 

Bronson Box:

Almost Gin dear... [under his breath] bugger this blasted pilot light.

 

[Box is dressed in just a pair of khaki pants and a white undershirt, head in the over, cursing under his breath, freshly sexed. Normal night at the Box household.]

 

[Quiet for a few moments, all we hear is the sound of Box fiddling with the ovens inner workings.]

 

Virginia:

Can I ask you something, Hollis?

 

Bronson: [still very preoccupied]

You may.

 

Virginia:

How far are you willing to go this time, dear?

 

[Boxer closes the top of the stove, the little burner firing up with no problems. Placing a pot filled with some sort of bubbling sauce back on to reheat Bronson turns around to face his dearest. Wiping his hands he leans over to peer into the living room over the little kitchenettes bar.]

 

Bronson: [an eyebrow raised in curiosity]

What was that, then?

 

[She unflinchingly asks her question again.]

 

Virginia:

How far are you willing to go, Hollis my one and only? How dedicated are you to our ultimate goal?

 

[She sets her tea down on the chair’s side table, slinking out of the chair and over to her side of the bar.]

 

Virginia: [inches from Boxer’s face]

How much blood are you willing to spill this time, Hollis? To get what you... [playfully tapping him on the nose with her finger ] want.

 

Bronson:

What exactly is that supposed to mean?

 

[Virginia rolls around so her back is towards Bronson.]

 

Virginia: [pulling the sheet tight around her body]

I watched you on the telly and on the YouTube when you first debuted with Defiance. We hadn’t talked in so long. Seeing you all shaved and covered in muscles. Imposing your will over anyone who got in your way. You kidnapped a boy from his parents, Hollis. I sat there wondering if this was the same man that walked out of my house so many years ago after...

 

Bronson:

Enough.

 

[Spinning back around to face Boxer.]

 

Virginia:

You and your bloody relationship with “God” is what I’m bloody getting at, BRONSON... all that chaos, all that mayhem I watched. I thought the God thing was just an angle, a gimmick to set people off and make you look sick, sadistic. But no. I get here and you’re living this bollocks! The cross, the books... Jesus Hollis, all these books. How deep is this faith of yours... if it’s real, all of it how in God’s holy bloody name did you justify all that? The kidnapping, the violence, the people you crushed if you're this “instrument of God”... convince me, Hollis. Show me you’re going to have my back and help me RIP this bloody place to pieces.

 

[Boxer takes a moment slowly walks around the bar, taking Virginia by the hands.]

 

[Pulling her close.]

 

Bronson:

My relationship with God [running his fingers through her long red hair] is very important to me. I know where I stand. And when it comes time for he who is to judge me? I’ll be bloody ready. As for us? Our plan for Defiance, for Dane, for Light, Dentari, The Untouchables... the whole lot of them?

 

[His fingers close around Virginia’s hair, he pulls back slightly.]

 

[She gasps. First in fear... then in pleasure.]

 

Bronson:

Don’t DARE question my resolve again, do you understand?

 

[Virginia just bites her lip and slowly lets the sheet slip from her shoulders.]

 

[Bronson doesn't even flinch. His eyes still locked on hers.]

 

Bronson:

You can call me Hollis all bloody day and night. But understand something Gin, my dear beautiful Gin. You say you watched me on the telly? All the chaos I wrought? Trust in that. Trust in me. Hollis McAllister was a scared little boy. A weak name for a weak lad.

 

[His lips right next to her ear.]

 

Bronson: [clenched teeth]

My bloody name is Bronson. Box.

 

[Letting go of her hair, Gin doesn't move from Box’s arms.]

 

[No words.]

 

 

[Fade.]