Precious Blood: 2PM

Episode 220/1x220

Precious Blood: 2PM
It wasn't me!
Blogger	Steve
Date Posted	April 5th, 2008
URL	lg15.com
Forum	[655 forum discussion]
Length	3:11
Description	This isn't what it looks like. Lauren's safe and I'm going to make sure she stays that way...
Location(s)	The Precious Blood bunker
YouTube Tags	KateModern LG15 lonelygirl15 Steve
Production Credits
Executive Producer(s)	Miles Beckett and Greg Goodfried
Co-Executive Producer(s)	Joanna Shields and Amanda Goodfried
On-Set Producer	Louis Figgis
Line Producer	Kelly Brett
Production Co-Ordinator	Claire Finbow
Interactive Co-ordinator(s)	Jonathan Almond
Production Runner(s)	Meryl Iona Edwards
Director(s)	Yusuf Pirhasan
Head Writer	Luke Hyams
Vidplay	Lawrence Tallis
Story	Luke Hyams, Neil Mossey, and Lawrence Tallis
Editor(s)	Yusuf Pirhasan and John Palmer
Cast
Steve	Giles Alderson
Lauren	Emma Pollard
Terrence	Matthew Gammie
Adjacent Blogs
Previous	"Precious Blood: 1PM"
Next	"Precious Blood: 3PM"
Previous by Steve	"Message to Lauren"
Next by Steve	"Called To Arms"

Precious Blood: 2PM is the two-hundred twentieth video in the lonelygirl15 video series.

Transcript

(Steve adjusts the camera as Lauren bangs on a door behind him.)

Lauren: Oi! Oi! (Tries to open the door.)

Steve: I know what you're thinking. But it's not true; it's not what it looks like.

Lauren: I know you can hear me, you freak! (Bangs on the door.)

Steve: I mean, yeah, we- we have taken Lauren; that much is obvious. But- Look, just watch this, okay?

(Cut to Steve in Terrence's car outside of Lauren's flat. Steve looks nervously at Terrence and they both get out of the car.)

Steve: I'm not sure about this.

Terrence: I don't know, mate, I mean, it's like you said: we're not really kidnapping her, we're just protecting her.

Steve: Yeah, I know.

Terrence: Look, mate, if you're not comfortable with it, well I'm happy to leave it. Look, this whole thing's weirding me out, too.

Steve: I'm fine. I'm fine. Come on, let's do this.

(Cut to Steve running up to Lauren's front door. He knocks on the door and looks around nervously. Lauren answers the door.)

Lauren: Oh, I don't believe it. You better chip now or I'm getting the bat.

Steve: I'm sorry.

Lauren: Don't be sorry, just get away from me.

Steve: No, I'm sorry for this. (Grabs Lauren and throws her over his shoulder.)

Lauren: What're you doing? Get your hands off me! Get your hands off now!

(Lauren bites Steve's shoulder and he screams.)

Steve: It's for your own good!

Lauren: Get off me now! Do one!

Steve: Open the back.

Lauren: Let me go!

Steve: Get her in; get her in!

(Steve drops Lauren under the floor in the back of Terrence's car.)

Lauren: Get off me! Get off me!

Steve: Shh!

Lauren: Let me out of here!

Steve: Let's go.

Terrence: Get in the car!

(Terrence and Steve hurry into the car. Lauren's screams can be heard in the background.)

Steve: Let's go, let's go!

Lauren: Let me out now!

(Terrence speeds away.)

Steve: Oh god... Oh, Jesus!

(Cut back to Steve in the bunker.)

Lauren: (Bangs on the door.) Let me out of here! Now!

Steve: It's for her own good. Can't you see? Oh, come on, Charlie, you were thinking exactly the same thing.

Lauren: I swear to god I'm gonna rip your balls off!

Steve: If she's here, and no one knows where she is, then nothing can happen to her, right? (Lauren disappears.) Well, that's kind of what I'm thinking. That's the truth of it, even if no one else feels that way. We're, um, we're somewhere safe. I can't tell you where it is, but I promise you it is safe.

As for you, Rupert, I don't- I don't understand what- what's going on with you and Julia. You preach that abstinence is a duty of those high up in the Hymn, but then you go and-... You- You go and-... I just- I just don't- I don't believe what I see. I never thought that you, of all people, would be such a hypocrite.

(Steve grabs a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket and sticks one in his mouth.)

Terrence: Hey. Come on, mate, you don't need to do that.

Steve: Don't need to do what?

Terrence: Well, nothing, it-

Steve: Yeah. Yeah, I thought as much. So leave me alone. I need to think a minute, okay?

(Puts the cigarette back in his mouth and flicks his lighter.)