FIC: Secret Meetings (Oz, PG)
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vanillalimeTitle: Secret Meetings
Main Characters: Victoria Beecher, Swanny, Gaetano Cincetta
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1,808
Summary: With the help of a friend, Toby's mother delivers the payment to Pancamo's hitman hired to kill Hank Schillinger.
Notes: Both Swanny (Harrison Beecher's private investigator) and Gaetano Cincetta (Pancamo's hitman) are named-but-never-seen, canon characters from Oz. This story takes place in the same universe as the Angus Beecher story I wrote for the most recent![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
oz_magi (Putting the Pieces Together), but it can also stand on its own. Thanks to drsquidlove for the original prompt that inspired the stories.
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Victoria squinted into the distance, searching, until suddenly she saw it. Pointing with her finger, she said, "There it is, on the left."
Swanny gradually slowed down, then turned the Mercedes into the Park-n-Ride. The lot was deserted, as one would expect on a rainy Saturday afternoon. He drove the car around so that it faced the entrance, then put it in park, leaving the engine running. They were early.
Seconds later, the wipers made a hideous screeching sound against the windshield, and Victoria flinched at the noise. Swanny immediately adjusted their frequency.
Clutched tightly in Victoria’s hand was a brown paper envelope that contained a stack of crisp $100 bills. It was a short stack—twenty bills, to be exact. Victoria had counted them at least a dozen times.
She opened the envelope once again to check its contents, as though the money might’ve evaporated when she wasn’t paying attention.
"It just seems like there should be more," she mumbled.
Swanny turned toward her. "Mmm?"
Victoria closed the fastener and looked back up. "I feel like it’s not enough. We should be paying them more."
Two thousand dollars for a man’s life. A month ago, she would’ve gladly paid a hundred times—no, a thousand times—that amount to get Gary back, safe and unharmed.
Then again, Gary’s life had been worth a whole lot more than Hank Schillinger’s.
"It’s what they asked for. It’s not like Toby haggled with them over the price."
"I know. You’re right."
They were both quiet. Victoria took survey of the parking lot, but found nothing of interest.
"We’re getting a remarkable amount of rain," Swanny finally said.
Victoria smiled, grateful for his comforting, if unoriginal, observation. Impulsively, she told him, "Well, you know the saying—April showers bring May flowers."
Victoria watched Swanny nod his head, then she playfully nudged him with an elbow. "And you know what May flowers bring, don’t you?"
He looked over at her with a wrinkled brow. "No, what?"
"Pilgrims."
Swanny stared at her blankly until the joke connected. Then he chuckled and shook his head. "That was really bad."
"No, it wasn’t," Victoria retorted with a mock pout. "That’s a great joke. I told that joke to Holly earlier this week, and she actually laughed out loud. It was the first time she’s done that since we got her back."
Victoria paused. "That was a good day," she declared softly. "There haven’t been many of those lately."
“It’ll take time, Victoria.”
Neither of them said anything for a while, until Victoria whispered, “Sometimes I think this is all a nightmare.” She turned away and looked out the passenger window. “Sometimes I think, maybe, if I just wait long enough, I’ll wake up and get out of it.”
She looked back at Swanny, who was sitting there watching her, listening patiently. “I know that’s silly,” she added, lest he think she was losing her mind.
But Swanny replied, “No, that’s not silly at all.” With a sad smile, he suggested, “I know it’s hard, but try to focus on the good times, before the nightmare.”
Victoria responded with a short huff. "I’m not sure I can remember back to the good times. I’m not even sure when the nightmare began."
Swanny’s attention was momentarily diverted by a car approaching the parking lot. He watched the car closely as it slowly continued past the entrance, then he turned back toward her.
"I remember," he said gently, "when Toby and Genevieve first announced that they were expecting. It was New Year’s Eve, and you were having a party. Toby got up in front of everyone and made a little speech. You were so happy, you cried." Swanny paused to clear his throat. "Even Harrison choked up. I’d never seen that before. It was a beautiful moment."
Victoria stared at him, her eyes surprisingly dry. "Yes, well, I remember that night, too," she said shortly. "I remember what happened after the party, after you and all the guests had left."
She sighed before continuing. "Toby had had a little too much to drink." She hesitated, then corrected herself, "No, Toby was drunk. Genevieve didn’t want him to drive home, but he insisted. They got into a big fight. Harrison and I didn’t know what to do, so we didn’t do anything. We thought it best if they worked it out between themselves. We didn’t want to interfere in their personal problems."
Victoria shook her head. "That was such a mistake. We should have taken Gen’s side. We should have stood up for her and told Toby that she was right. We should have made sure he didn’t drive that night, that he knew it was wrong."
She paused for a moment. "Maybe that’s when the nightmare started. Maybe things would’ve turned out differently if we had just said something, anything, all those years ago."
"Don’t think like that," Swanny quickly told her. "You’ll drive yourself crazy."
Victoria couldn’t help but roll her eyes. "That’s easier said than done," she countered.
"You think I don’t know how you feel?" Swanny said reproachfully. "Do you think I haven’t wondered a hundred times how things would be different if I’d never found Hank Schillinger? If I’d never pulled him out from under his rock?"
Victoria looked him in the eye and saw a pain that mirrored her own. "Is that why you’re here with me right now, helping me do this?" she quietly asked.
Swanny turned away, then nodded his head toward the parking lot’s entrance. "Someone’s here."
A big black car drove across the lot and pulled up next to them, facing the opposite direction. Victoria’s door was a few feet away from its passenger side. A large, solitary man looked over at her from the driver’s seat.
Victoria tightened her grip on the brown paper envelope.
Swanny’s strong voice said into her ear, "I’ll be right here the whole time."
She opened her door and stepped out into the rain. As she walked toward the other car, the man inside lowered the passenger window and leaned across the front seat.
"You lookin’ for someone?" he called out with a thick Italian accent.
"Mr. Cincetta?"
The man closed the window and motioned for her to come sit in his car. Victoria glanced back at Swanny, who gave her an encouraging nod of his head.
Smiling nervously, she opened the car door and slipped inside. The man behind the wheel was the living, breathing stereotype of a mob hitman. He may as well have just stepped off the set of The Godfather. Victoria fleetingly wondered if there was a box of cannoli sitting on the backseat.
She swallowed hard. "I’m Victoria Beecher."
He held out his hand. "Gaetano Cincetta, at your service." They shook.
"You gots somethin’ for me?" he prompted.
Victoria looked down at the envelope in her hand, suddenly remembering what she was supposed to do with it. She quickly handed it over.
Cincetta opened it up and looked inside. He pulled out the stack of bills and flipped through it. Apparently satisfied, he returned the money to the envelope and tossed it over his shoulder into the back of the car.
"You gots any pictures of the guy?"
His question caught Victoria off guard. Was she supposed to have included photographs with the money?
"No, no, I don’t have any," she stammered. "Is that a problem? He was on the news. He had a mugshot."
"Nah, that’s okay," Cincetta said with a wave of his hand. "Just thought I’d ask. I’ll figure it out."
Figure it out? worried Victoria. Is this guy a professional or not?
"So, you want it quick’n clean?" Cincetta asked. He looked sideways at her and actually began cracking his knuckles. "Or you want him to suffer?"
Victoria blinked. She hadn’t known that she was going to be faced with options. But she knew her answer to his question immediately. She wanted Hank Schillinger to suffer. She wanted him to die a slow, agonizing death. But a thought occurred to her, and she panicked slightly.
"Would it… the suffering… would that cost extra? I didn’t bring any more money."
Cincetta smiled at her. "Nah, it’s complurmenturary." With a short laugh, he added, "Like gettin’ ketchup with your French fries."
Victoria returned his smile, surprised at how easy it was. "Well, then, if the opportunity presents itself… " Her voice trailed away.
"He kilt a little boy, didn’t he?"
Victoria’s smile disappeared. She tilted her chin up. "Yes. My grandson."
Their eyes met, and Cincetta nodded his head. "I’ll see that he receives the appropriate punishment."
"Thank you."
Victoria looked off to her right and saw Swanny watching them. She turned back to Cincetta. "Is there anything else?" she asked.
"Nope, that should do it. If the guy’s still in town, it’ll go down pretty fast. I’ll get word to my boss when it’s done."
Victoria nodded her head. "That sounds good. Thank you once again for your assistance in this matter, Mr. Cincetta."
He gave her a little salute with the tips of his fingers. "Any time, ma’am. ’Twas a pleasure doin’ business."
Victoria exited the car and began walking toward her own. By the time she slid back into her seat, Cincetta was already pulling out onto the road. She drew a sigh of relief.
Swanny eyed her closely. "How’d it go?"
"It went fine," Victoria answered. She replayed the conversation in her head and smiled to herself. "Better than fine, as a matter of fact."
At least she possessed enough self-awareness to be startled by the lack of guilt she felt. Perhaps the guilt would come later. It usually did.
But not always.
Victoria shook her head, then looked over at Swanny. "I don’t think I would have been able to do this by myself. I can’t tell you how much I appreciate your help, and your discretion." She reached over and placed a hand on his arm. "As you know, bringing Harrison into the loop wasn’t really an option."
Swanny looked down at her hand, then slowly pulled his arm away. "Harrison is a good man," he said roughly.
"Yes, he is," Victoria agreed. She sighed before adding, "But, sometimes, he’s too good."
Swanny nodded and absentmindedly tapped the steering wheel with his fingers. Then he coughed into his fist, twice.
"I saw a nice-looking restaurant with a bar when we first got off the highway," he told her. "Now that this is all over and done with, we could stop there for a drink, if you feel like you need one."
"I wouldn’t say I need a drink," Victoria slowly replied. "But, maybe, I’d like one anyway."
A smile slipped through Swanny’s mask. He put the Mercedes in gear and drove toward the Park-n-Ride’s exit.
THE END
Main Characters: Victoria Beecher, Swanny, Gaetano Cincetta
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1,808
Summary: With the help of a friend, Toby's mother delivers the payment to Pancamo's hitman hired to kill Hank Schillinger.
Notes: Both Swanny (Harrison Beecher's private investigator) and Gaetano Cincetta (Pancamo's hitman) are named-but-never-seen, canon characters from Oz. This story takes place in the same universe as the Angus Beecher story I wrote for the most recent
oz_magi (Putting the Pieces Together), but it can also stand on its own. Thanks to drsquidlove for the original prompt that inspired the stories._______________________________
Victoria squinted into the distance, searching, until suddenly she saw it. Pointing with her finger, she said, "There it is, on the left."
Swanny gradually slowed down, then turned the Mercedes into the Park-n-Ride. The lot was deserted, as one would expect on a rainy Saturday afternoon. He drove the car around so that it faced the entrance, then put it in park, leaving the engine running. They were early.
Seconds later, the wipers made a hideous screeching sound against the windshield, and Victoria flinched at the noise. Swanny immediately adjusted their frequency.
Clutched tightly in Victoria’s hand was a brown paper envelope that contained a stack of crisp $100 bills. It was a short stack—twenty bills, to be exact. Victoria had counted them at least a dozen times.
She opened the envelope once again to check its contents, as though the money might’ve evaporated when she wasn’t paying attention.
"It just seems like there should be more," she mumbled.
Swanny turned toward her. "Mmm?"
Victoria closed the fastener and looked back up. "I feel like it’s not enough. We should be paying them more."
Two thousand dollars for a man’s life. A month ago, she would’ve gladly paid a hundred times—no, a thousand times—that amount to get Gary back, safe and unharmed.
Then again, Gary’s life had been worth a whole lot more than Hank Schillinger’s.
"It’s what they asked for. It’s not like Toby haggled with them over the price."
"I know. You’re right."
They were both quiet. Victoria took survey of the parking lot, but found nothing of interest.
"We’re getting a remarkable amount of rain," Swanny finally said.
Victoria smiled, grateful for his comforting, if unoriginal, observation. Impulsively, she told him, "Well, you know the saying—April showers bring May flowers."
Victoria watched Swanny nod his head, then she playfully nudged him with an elbow. "And you know what May flowers bring, don’t you?"
He looked over at her with a wrinkled brow. "No, what?"
"Pilgrims."
Swanny stared at her blankly until the joke connected. Then he chuckled and shook his head. "That was really bad."
"No, it wasn’t," Victoria retorted with a mock pout. "That’s a great joke. I told that joke to Holly earlier this week, and she actually laughed out loud. It was the first time she’s done that since we got her back."
Victoria paused. "That was a good day," she declared softly. "There haven’t been many of those lately."
“It’ll take time, Victoria.”
Neither of them said anything for a while, until Victoria whispered, “Sometimes I think this is all a nightmare.” She turned away and looked out the passenger window. “Sometimes I think, maybe, if I just wait long enough, I’ll wake up and get out of it.”
She looked back at Swanny, who was sitting there watching her, listening patiently. “I know that’s silly,” she added, lest he think she was losing her mind.
But Swanny replied, “No, that’s not silly at all.” With a sad smile, he suggested, “I know it’s hard, but try to focus on the good times, before the nightmare.”
Victoria responded with a short huff. "I’m not sure I can remember back to the good times. I’m not even sure when the nightmare began."
Swanny’s attention was momentarily diverted by a car approaching the parking lot. He watched the car closely as it slowly continued past the entrance, then he turned back toward her.
"I remember," he said gently, "when Toby and Genevieve first announced that they were expecting. It was New Year’s Eve, and you were having a party. Toby got up in front of everyone and made a little speech. You were so happy, you cried." Swanny paused to clear his throat. "Even Harrison choked up. I’d never seen that before. It was a beautiful moment."
Victoria stared at him, her eyes surprisingly dry. "Yes, well, I remember that night, too," she said shortly. "I remember what happened after the party, after you and all the guests had left."
She sighed before continuing. "Toby had had a little too much to drink." She hesitated, then corrected herself, "No, Toby was drunk. Genevieve didn’t want him to drive home, but he insisted. They got into a big fight. Harrison and I didn’t know what to do, so we didn’t do anything. We thought it best if they worked it out between themselves. We didn’t want to interfere in their personal problems."
Victoria shook her head. "That was such a mistake. We should have taken Gen’s side. We should have stood up for her and told Toby that she was right. We should have made sure he didn’t drive that night, that he knew it was wrong."
She paused for a moment. "Maybe that’s when the nightmare started. Maybe things would’ve turned out differently if we had just said something, anything, all those years ago."
"Don’t think like that," Swanny quickly told her. "You’ll drive yourself crazy."
Victoria couldn’t help but roll her eyes. "That’s easier said than done," she countered.
"You think I don’t know how you feel?" Swanny said reproachfully. "Do you think I haven’t wondered a hundred times how things would be different if I’d never found Hank Schillinger? If I’d never pulled him out from under his rock?"
Victoria looked him in the eye and saw a pain that mirrored her own. "Is that why you’re here with me right now, helping me do this?" she quietly asked.
Swanny turned away, then nodded his head toward the parking lot’s entrance. "Someone’s here."
A big black car drove across the lot and pulled up next to them, facing the opposite direction. Victoria’s door was a few feet away from its passenger side. A large, solitary man looked over at her from the driver’s seat.
Victoria tightened her grip on the brown paper envelope.
Swanny’s strong voice said into her ear, "I’ll be right here the whole time."
She opened her door and stepped out into the rain. As she walked toward the other car, the man inside lowered the passenger window and leaned across the front seat.
"You lookin’ for someone?" he called out with a thick Italian accent.
"Mr. Cincetta?"
The man closed the window and motioned for her to come sit in his car. Victoria glanced back at Swanny, who gave her an encouraging nod of his head.
Smiling nervously, she opened the car door and slipped inside. The man behind the wheel was the living, breathing stereotype of a mob hitman. He may as well have just stepped off the set of The Godfather. Victoria fleetingly wondered if there was a box of cannoli sitting on the backseat.
She swallowed hard. "I’m Victoria Beecher."
He held out his hand. "Gaetano Cincetta, at your service." They shook.
"You gots somethin’ for me?" he prompted.
Victoria looked down at the envelope in her hand, suddenly remembering what she was supposed to do with it. She quickly handed it over.
Cincetta opened it up and looked inside. He pulled out the stack of bills and flipped through it. Apparently satisfied, he returned the money to the envelope and tossed it over his shoulder into the back of the car.
"You gots any pictures of the guy?"
His question caught Victoria off guard. Was she supposed to have included photographs with the money?
"No, no, I don’t have any," she stammered. "Is that a problem? He was on the news. He had a mugshot."
"Nah, that’s okay," Cincetta said with a wave of his hand. "Just thought I’d ask. I’ll figure it out."
Figure it out? worried Victoria. Is this guy a professional or not?
"So, you want it quick’n clean?" Cincetta asked. He looked sideways at her and actually began cracking his knuckles. "Or you want him to suffer?"
Victoria blinked. She hadn’t known that she was going to be faced with options. But she knew her answer to his question immediately. She wanted Hank Schillinger to suffer. She wanted him to die a slow, agonizing death. But a thought occurred to her, and she panicked slightly.
"Would it… the suffering… would that cost extra? I didn’t bring any more money."
Cincetta smiled at her. "Nah, it’s complurmenturary." With a short laugh, he added, "Like gettin’ ketchup with your French fries."
Victoria returned his smile, surprised at how easy it was. "Well, then, if the opportunity presents itself… " Her voice trailed away.
"He kilt a little boy, didn’t he?"
Victoria’s smile disappeared. She tilted her chin up. "Yes. My grandson."
Their eyes met, and Cincetta nodded his head. "I’ll see that he receives the appropriate punishment."
"Thank you."
Victoria looked off to her right and saw Swanny watching them. She turned back to Cincetta. "Is there anything else?" she asked.
"Nope, that should do it. If the guy’s still in town, it’ll go down pretty fast. I’ll get word to my boss when it’s done."
Victoria nodded her head. "That sounds good. Thank you once again for your assistance in this matter, Mr. Cincetta."
He gave her a little salute with the tips of his fingers. "Any time, ma’am. ’Twas a pleasure doin’ business."
Victoria exited the car and began walking toward her own. By the time she slid back into her seat, Cincetta was already pulling out onto the road. She drew a sigh of relief.
Swanny eyed her closely. "How’d it go?"
"It went fine," Victoria answered. She replayed the conversation in her head and smiled to herself. "Better than fine, as a matter of fact."
At least she possessed enough self-awareness to be startled by the lack of guilt she felt. Perhaps the guilt would come later. It usually did.
But not always.
Victoria shook her head, then looked over at Swanny. "I don’t think I would have been able to do this by myself. I can’t tell you how much I appreciate your help, and your discretion." She reached over and placed a hand on his arm. "As you know, bringing Harrison into the loop wasn’t really an option."
Swanny looked down at her hand, then slowly pulled his arm away. "Harrison is a good man," he said roughly.
"Yes, he is," Victoria agreed. She sighed before adding, "But, sometimes, he’s too good."
Swanny nodded and absentmindedly tapped the steering wheel with his fingers. Then he coughed into his fist, twice.
"I saw a nice-looking restaurant with a bar when we first got off the highway," he told her. "Now that this is all over and done with, we could stop there for a drink, if you feel like you need one."
"I wouldn’t say I need a drink," Victoria slowly replied. "But, maybe, I’d like one anyway."
A smile slipped through Swanny’s mask. He put the Mercedes in gear and drove toward the Park-n-Ride’s exit.
THE END
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Date: 2018-06-08 04:46 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2018-06-09 05:04 pm (UTC)I'm fascinated by Toby's mother in the show. I love that scene when she talks about attending Adam Guenzel's funeral and being secretly glad that Adam's family now has a taste of what her life has been like. She obviously has the same self-centered dark side that Toby has, and it was fun to dig into it and explore it. Her grief and anger over Gary's death was the perfect impetus for showing what she's capable of.
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Date: 2018-06-08 11:30 am (UTC)YAYYYY!
I love that Victoria keeps counting the cash. Yes, that is so exactly what I would do.
I love Swanny's guilt over finding Hank.
I love him because he doesn't try to take the job of handing the money over from Victoria. It's her job, and he's just there to support her.
I loooove that she wants Hank to suffer. None of Toby's weasely dithering. Just fuck him up.
Awww, when he pulls his arm away, and you know he has feelings for her, it's so lovely! Just for this one night, but only this night out of his whole life, he gets to savour being the one she trusts and he's going to silently play a little make believe that it's a date when they go for a drink.
I love it, Vanilla. I love what you do with her.
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Date: 2018-06-09 05:59 pm (UTC)I love that you read my Victoria exactly how I wanted her to appear! I wanted her to feel nervous and anxious about meeting Cincetta, but I also wanted to show that she was still confident in her decision and not second-guessing what she was about to do.
The more I delved into my imaginary version of the Swanny character, the more I loved him, LOL. I loved the idea of him being torn between his loyalty to Harrison and his guilt over finding Hank, with his attraction to Victoria complicating the situation even more.
Dithering!Toby is my least favorite Toby. I could see him having second thoughts about the hit if he was worried that the police might find out, or if he thought it might put his family back in danger, or whatever, but not just on the principle of the thing. Hank brutally murdered your child, Toby! He deserves to die!
I think it's possible that a part of Victoria was fully aware of Swanny's feelings toward her, and she used that knowledge to manipulate him into helping her. Maybe. I haven't decided for sure. ;D
Thanks again for such nice feedback!
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Date: 2018-06-10 11:28 am (UTC)I think maybe Swanny's dad worked for Harrison's father. I like to imagine deep family entanglement. :-)
Hank brutally murdered your child, Toby! He deserves to die!
Yeah. That was a bit I wasn't fully sold on. The show really worked to earn Toby's forgiveness of Chris and Vern, but I don't think they earned Toby suddenly putting principles ahead of his young child's hand being cut off. The idea that seeing emotionally scarred Holly would hit his philosophical, rational buttons rather than his protective dad button is pretty nonsensical.
And, even in the midst of watching a show about justice, and being against government death penalty, I have absolute zero judgment for a parent murdering the guy who brutally murdered their little kid. Can't summon one tiny scrap of disapproval.
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Date: 2018-06-10 07:48 pm (UTC)Whenever I get angry at Agent Taylor for going after Chris, trying (and succeeding) to get him the death penalty, I remember how he just let things slide after Cincetta implicated Pancamo--how he didn't bother following the trail further (likely knowing that Toby was going to be at the end of it). Taylor probably thinks Hank's and Keller's crimes are about equal, and he could very well subscribe to that same philosophy as Fontana. It's just difficult to see since most fans are blinded by their affection for Chris.
Sometimes, when I'm feeing generous toward Vern, I like to think that Hank misunderstood his instructions. The "kick it up a notch" and "send the package" are vague enough so that maybe Hank was "just" supposed to hurt Gary, not kill him. (Also, Vern does an amazing job of feigning surprise when he sees that hand come through the mailroom x-ray, it looks very genuine.) I'm sure it's not supposed to be taken that way, but I could imagine Hank, being the fuck-up that he is, killing Gary by mistake and then that playing a part in the decision to let Holly go.
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Date: 2018-06-11 02:40 am (UTC)Yeah, I think that's most of us. Show me a particular case, and I want that guy to fry. Show me any nation's legal system, and I'm a hell, no.
Yes, for Agent Taylor. He doesn't do anything that Elliot Stabler wouldn't do. It's purely our POV bias.
Ha, that is a very generous reading of Vern. I'll always read the worst of him. Though I'll always read the worst of all of them in Oz - seeing the worst and understanding them anyway is what makes Oz so fascinating.
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Date: 2018-06-09 12:10 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2018-06-09 06:06 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2018-06-11 02:17 pm (UTC)Although the situation was nothing to be amused by, I couldn’t help chuckling at the fries and ketchup analogy.
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Date: 2018-06-12 03:46 pm (UTC)There's a brief passing mention in Toby's scene with Judge Lema that he had a prior arrest for DUI, so it's not like the accident with Kathy Rockwell was his family's first clue that he had a problem with alcohol. Then there's another scene between Toby and his father where his father says they feel like Toby's alcoholism is somehow their fault. I sort of put those scenes together and had them in the back of my mind when developing Victoria's character here. But I could also see Victoria feeling guilty about NOT feeling guilty (if that makes sense) as she goes about avenging Gary's murder. While Toby sometimes displays Harrison's sense of justice, I think ultimately he is very much his mother's son.
I'm so glad you found a bit of humor here! I tried to include some (like with the dumb Mayflower joke) to lighten the mood a little. I also tried to pattern Cincetta after Pancamo, who I think is one of the funniest characters in the show. ;-)
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Date: 2018-06-12 04:57 pm (UTC)It does make perfect sense. Victoria should have felt guilt in playing her role in a murder, but she didn’t. In that situation, I wouldn’t have either. Feeling guilty about not feeling guilty, I think, would be normal. I mean, you don’t feel bad about hiring a hitman, so you start thinking... omg, what’s wrong with me? Am I a horrible person? Shouldn’t I feel even a tiny bit guilty about this?
I agree, Toby loves the law and would fight to uphold it, just like his father. Toby has also learned, you have to do what feels right for you. What you can and can’t live with. Sometimes our justice system has (many) flaws and you have to deal out punishment yourself. Like Victoria, there are some things in the world that you can only push Toby so far on... his son was one of them.
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Date: 2018-06-13 04:14 pm (UTC)I'm not sure about Toby's parents, but I think that's definitely true of Genevieve. And I think her guilt over that was at least a contributing factor to her suicide (a development I always took issue with, since Fontana never gave us a clear reason why a woman with no history of mental illness would take her life as some kind of "revenge" tactic against her ex-husband, leaving behind 3 small children).
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Date: 2018-06-13 11:02 pm (UTC)