Part 1. To recap: No one loves each other.
Miles slapped down the blackmail folder on Manuel’s desk and screamed, “Hello esse, or should I say, hello hermano.”
Manuel was shocked and began to scream. He immediately recognized the term hermano-it was the traditional word his people used for brother back in Africa.
“What is the meaning of this!” screamed Manuel.
“I noticed that you called Powell Papi. It seemed strange to me. It was only later when I used the google machine that I realized Papi was the traditional African way to say father. Powell was your father.”
“So I ran down to the lab and had some blood tests drawn up,” continued Miles, “And you’re a hundred percent match. Bingo bongo.”
Manuel screamed, “How did you find out?!”
“I literally just told you that.”
“Oh, that’s right,” responded Manuel as he gritted his teeth and pointed to the blackmail folder, “Now what do you want?”
“Oh sweet, sexy Manuel,” Miles whispered as he put a finger up to Manuel’s lips, “I want you.”
Meanwhile, from behind the hollow eyeholes of the Margaret Thatcher painting in Manuel’s office, Kendra Von Puter watched in disgust as the two men embraced.
Kendra Von Puter slapped the blackmail folder on the desk of Helga Matterhorn Van Der Miles, Sebastien and Miles’ mother
“What is the meaning of this?!” screamed Helga.
“It’s photographs of your son and his hermano. I think you can guess what they’re doing.”
Helga gritted her teeth. This wasn’t the first time she’d dealt with a problem involving her son and a Hispanic gentleman.
“What do you want Kendra? Money? Power?”
“No silly,” Kendra whispered as she put a finger up to Helga’s lips, “I want you.”
Helga sighed and the two women embraced while, from behind the false eyeholes of the Harry Truman painting in the corner of the room, Stacy Puterpott watched in glee.
Stacy Puterpott slapped the blackmail folder on the beanbag chair of Sebastien Van Der Miles.
“What is the meaning of this?” screamed Sebastien.
“Blackmail. Your mom and your fiancée. Have sex with me or I’ll tweet it,” Stacy whispered sultrily as she raised a single finger to Sebastien lips.
Sebastien shrugged and popped off his shirt and the two began to embrace.
Meanwhile, Nolan Tracktenberg III began to take photographs from the false eyeholes of the One Direction poster in the corner of the bedroom.
Nolan Tracktenberg III slapped the blackmail folder on the desk of Kreezy, the butler, who sighed and immediately began to unbutton his shirt while Manuel watched from behind the hollow eyeholes of the eagle sculpture in the centre of the room.
Manuel slapped the blackmail folder on the desk of Miles Van Der Miles who immediately began to scream, “What is the meaning of this?”
“It’s a tape,” screamed Manuel back, laughing maniacally, “Of Nolan Tracktenberg III engaging in an illicit affair with Kreezy, the butler. If you don’t meet my demands, I’m going to go public.
“I don’t understand,” whispered Miles, “Why blackmail me? Kreezy is European royalty, why not blackmail the queen? Or the Tracktenbergs?”
“Because,” bellowed Miles, “Only you have what I want.”
“And what is it you want?”
Manuel put a single finger on Miles’ lips and yelled, “I want you.”
The two men began to embrace.
Meanwhile, from behind the two-way mirror in the corner of the room, Sebastien Van Der Miles could barely contain his shock.
Sebastien Van Der Miles walked up to the mirror and slapped the blackmail folder on top of a nearby end table.
“What is the meaning of this?!” Sebastien screamed at his reflection.
“It’s photographs of your brother and your lover who is also your other brother,” Sebastien whispered at Sebastien, “I don’t think you’d want this getting out…. to the media!”
“Oh no not the media!” whimpered Sebastien at Sebastien, “I’ll pay whatever you want! What do you want?!”
“Oh sweet, silly Sebastien,” Sebastien murmured, holding a finger up to his own lips, “I want you.“
Sebastien began to disrobe and embrace his own reflection.
Meanwhile, from the third standing mirror in the corner of the bathroom, Sebastien looked on in shock.