The Last Work: 9PM

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Episode 309/2x154
The Last Work: 9PM

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Why am I just hearing about this now?!

Blogger Steve
Date Posted June 28th, 2008
URL lg15.com
Forum 830|3=lg15}}
Length 2:16
Description I can't believe how confused I could be about what to do...
Location(s) Truman Brewery
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 Elisabeth Pinto
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) John Palmer
Cast
Steve Giles Alderson
Rupert Van Helden Ronan Summers
Julia Lucinda Rhodes Flaherty
Clore's Shadow Mike GLC
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The Last Work: 9PM is the three-hundred ninth webisode in the KateModern video series. It is also the one-hundred fifty-fourth video of season two.

Transcript

Steve: What the hell am I doing here?

Julia: You're a maniac!

(The camera pans to see Rupert pleading with the Shadow, who has his arm around Julia's throat.)

Rupert: Ca-can we just talk about this? Please!

Shadow: No. There's nothing to talk about. Just give me the fucking painting or I'll kill her.

(The camera pans to show Rupert holding the painting.)

Rupert: Just- Please, just... don't! 'Kay? She is carrying our baby.

Shadow: I already know this.

Rupert: What?

Shadow: Let's just say... (Strokes Julia's hair) if the little bastard comes out black, don't be surprised.

Rupert: Oh, you lying bastard...

Shadow: Yo, be easy, man. Be easy.

Rupert: Okay. Okay, you want to play it like that? Well, fine. There's something you need to know.

Shadow: Need to know what? Spit it out, preacherman.

Rupert: That baby? It's not mine and hers.

Shadow: (Laughs.) Oh, this ought to be good. This ought to be fucking classic.

Rupert: No, you don't get it. It's mine... it's just not hers. That baby is the product of me and a trait positive egg from Michelle Clore.

Julia: What the fuck?

Shadow: (Laughs.) And? You're telling me like I should give a shit. I don't give a fuck. Like, I like Michelle and all that, but right now I just want that painting with the bank details inside of it. That's it.

(Cut to Steve standing in between the camera and the others.)

Steve: What am I doing here? I can't believe I've left Charlie in the middle of god-knows-where and I'm stuck with a nobody like Rupert Van Helden.

Rupert: Turn the camera off, Steve.

Steve: I can't believe he's made me believe he's some sort of badass. He's not ruthless enough to be in the Order, just a jumped-up little shit.

Rupert: Watch your mouth!

Shadow: Yo! Keep your mind on the game, G. If I get bored I'll do something dumb. You know?

Steve: They really can't stand you in the Order, can they? There's certainly no way you're gonna get ascension. Edward Salinas, now he would have got ascension. At least he had something to offer in the real world.

Rupert: I swear to god, Steve, if you do not turn that fucking thing off, I'm gonna rip your fucking heart out and feed it to you!

(The shadow lets Julia go and laughs.)

Steve: I doubt that, Rupert.

(The Shadow punches Rupert in the face as Julia screams. Steve walks away, talking into the camera as fighting continues.)

Steve: Charlie, I am so sorry. I'm done with this. I'm done with everything except being with you. (A gunshot is heard in the background. Steve pauses, but decides to keep walking.) Hope you're okay. I love you.

Notes

  • It was later revealed in live chat that Julia was inseminated with an egg from Michelle Clore fertilized by Rupert van Helden after the coconut incident.