SYNDICATE - Season 1 - Episode 10

6 years ago

SYNDICATE - Season 1 - Episode 10

☆☆

Lia felt her insides drop. Kieran! Poor Kieran.

“Where’s mister Kieran?”

“Oh dear, don’t go near him. He ain’t right in the head right now.”

Lia wondered what the hell her mom was talking about, but she had already shuffled off to go home for the night. Usually her mom and sister left a few hours after she arrived. Her mom always wanted to get home at around seven to make dinner for her disgustingly large family. But today was one of her older brother’s birthday. So it was Lia and only a few people in a large, silent house. It was the first time since the accident that she was uncomfortable in the mansion. Lia began her duties as usual until a voice was behind her.

“Miss?”

Lia jumped, and turned. It was Murphy.

“Sir?”

“Can you please bring some coffee and water to the sitting room?”

“Surely, sir.”

Murphy disappeared as mysteriously as he had appeared. It wasn’t the first time Murphy had scared her either. He was like some sort of weird phantom.

As soon as Lia entered the room, she knew something was wrong. The room was silent. Will and Murphy were staring at their hands, and Kieran was staring at something in the distance. But he was rocking back and forth slightly. Lia poured coffee.

“More brandy,” Kieran said to no one in particular.

“That’s enough, Kieran,” Will said. Kieran looked at his friend darkly. “We all know this must be hard for you,” Will began.

“You don’t know s--t,” Kieran cut him off. He was slurring his words.

In her whole life, Lia had rarely seen Kieran drink alcohol. And she had never seen himthisdrunk.

“Kieran, drink this,” Murphy said, handing Kieran the coffee. Kieran seemed to consider it. He looked at the cup, then threw it at Murphy’s head. But due to his level of intoxication, the cup went far off target, and smashed into the wall.

“Kieran!” Will yelled. “Stop it!”
Both Will and Murphy had red rings around their eyes. Their faces were drawn, and their bodies slumped over. They looked like zombies.

Kieran though, looked the worst. His eyes were dry, but bloodshot, with dark circles underneath. His hair was ruffled, and he was leaning back in his chair, his legs not even on the footrest.

“More brandy,” Kieran said once again.

“No!” Will responded loudly.

“Get the f--k out! All of you!” Kieran yelled. He rubbed his eyes, and then pushed his hand through his hair. Will stood up and kicked a chair over. Murphy seemed to shrink into himself. And then Lia stepped in.
She found herself in front of Will before she realized her legs had moved.

“It’s okay, sir,” she said. “I can take care of him.”

“No way. We couldn’t leave you with him.”

“You two look terrible.” Lia realized her mistake. “I mean you two look really exhausted.”

Will laughed.

“I know we must look pretty bad. But I still couldn’t. Kieran is too much to handle right now.”

“This is my job, sir. You stayed with him all day. I’ve done this before.” Will hesitated. Lia pressed. “Please let me do my job.”
Will glanced back at Kieran, and finally nodded.

“Okay. If you have any trouble, call me. My number is in Kieran’s phone, which is on the coffee table over there.” Will pointed to the coffee table in the middle of the room.
Will and Murphy gathered their things.

On the way out, Will stopped and turned around.

“Thank you Lia,” he said. She was surprised he used her name. She didn’t think he knew it. She definitely underestimated him.

Lia nodded to Will and Murphy- who returned the nod. Lia set to work. She put all the brandy up high, where Kieran couldn’t reach it. She then got a bucket with a trash bag. Reentering the room, she found Kieran looking in the coffee pot.

“You won’t find any alcohol in there, sir.”

“Lia, if you don’t give me brandy, you’re fired.”

“Then I’m fired. But first, I’m going to get you to bed.”

“Don’t, touch me,” he managed to spit out. The words were slurred.

Lia went over to him, and released the brake on his chair. She pushed him down the hallway to his room. She felt like it would be a good idea to put him in the bathtub. At least in there, she wouldn’t have to do any bedclothes laundry.

Kieran sat in the bathtub and glared at her for a few moments. After he closed his eyes, she knew what would come next. He quickly opened his eyes and reached for the bucket she held to him. He immediately threw up and continued to do so every few minutes for a span of twenty minutes. After he was done, his eyes closed, and his head rolled to the side. He was passed out.
.
.
.