All My Toys: 332

Previously on All My Toys! Locked in a cell as bait, Miss M wonders her fate! Dick Tracy's plan has apparently worked; Big Boy Caprice and Cruella De Vil have turned themselves in! Meanwhile, Trish Manlis has learned this important news and has a plan to finally have her well manicured hands wrapped around Big Boy's neck!

Police station. Jail cell.

Miss M: Why did y'all turn yourselves in?

Cruella: Oh darling, isn't it obvious? We couldn't have you wasting away in here for something that was our fault! No, no, your father and I agreed it only made sense to come forward. 

Miss M: You both did that for me?

Cruella: Yes! We're not that awful.

Miss M: I mean...

Cruella: No parent is perfect. Haven't we been trying to make up for all that recently? We've had fun haven't we? I've been atoning for my sins. I really wanted a drink before we turned ourselves in and opted for a shot instead. See? Progress, darling. 

Miss M: I suppose we should take our wins when we can. What happens next? 

Cruella: How should I know? I've never turned myself in to the police. Your boyfriend is talking to your father right now. Getting a statement no doubt. Are you really going to stay with him when this is all done? Your father and I are not big fans of the detective.

Miss M: I have no idea where we go from here. (pauses) Mother. I need to tell you something. Something I haven't really shared with anyone, and I need you to not freak out.

Cruella: Oh honestly M, would I really do that?

Miss M: When I was 12, I told you I didn't know what couture meant. You went into a depressive state and grounded me for a week.

Cruella: I was simply distraught at your lack of culture is all. 

Miss M: I realize that, but over the years I have tended not to tell you things about my life. I don't need the dramatics right now, I just need you to listen.

Cruella: (lightly throws hands in the air) Ok. I'm right here. What do you need to tell me?

Miss M: I do love Dick. I'm not thrilled he arrested me, but I love him. I just don't know that I am in love with him. Over the summer, I was climbing a mountain...

Cruella: (gasps) You know how I feel about those.

Miss M: (rolls eyes and nods) And I was in a bit of trouble. I began to hallucinate, and I had this vision that Bruce came to help me. I know he doesn't remember me and that our love chapter is officially closed, but I still love him. I think I always will. I don't know what to do about that.

Cruella: Oh darling. (beams in pride) Admitting you love the wealthiest man in town makes me so happy! (gleefully claps her hands)

Miss M: Mother! Dramatics! That is not why I love him.

Cruella: (softly lowers her claps to a stop) Ok, ok. (pauses) You need to understand something darling. Who you pick in life makes all the difference between a lovely life and a wretched one. Look at your father and I. We have a passion that could ignite a thousand suns, but also destroy whole worlds in an instant. Our world being the main one. We've certainly had our problems. Some truly dark times. His penchant for the mob life among other things certainly added to that strife. But at the end of the day, there is no one else I'd want to be with. We've made it our own kind of lovely. And if you feel that way about Bruce, well darling, I think you know what you have to do with the detective. 

Miss M: You're right mom.

Cruella: Say that again.

Miss M: (rolls eyes) You're right.

Cruella: No. You called me mom. It's usually mother, which I just detest because it makes me sound so cruel and stuffy.

Miss M: Oh. I didn't realize I called you mom.

Cruella: (smiles warmly) I don't mind it. I know I have not been the best to you. There was no book on how to be a mom back in those days. I felt like I was flying coach with no destination. (shudders) I tried my best. And I am so proud of the woman you have become. Which is why I think you're ready for some hidden family secrets to finally come to the light.

Miss M: (closes eyes and focuses on breathing) And here come the dramatics.

Dick Tracy's office.

Dick Tracy: Big of you to turn yourself in. Ready to confess to all of your crimes?

Big Boy Caprice: Sure thing Dick. I'll rattle off all my misdeeds, but first we make a deal.

Dick Tracy: You're in no position to make any deals Big Boy.

Big Boy Caprice: When it comes to my daughter I sure as hell am. I want her out of jail. You know she don't belong in there. She's innocent. her mother and I forced her to keep us hidden. I don't care what she has told you neither. You let her go, and I tell you everything.

Dick Tracy: Deal. We were only holding her until we found you anyway. Let's get to the bottom of this now shall we? Did you murder Slade Wilson, also known as Deathstroke?

Big Boy Caprice: Yes. I did. 

Dick Tracy: Did you originally pay him to take a hit on Bruce Wayne on his wedding day in December of 2024?

Big Boy Caprice: I paid him to do a few things. Throw off the plans to harm my daughter at the hands of the Baroness. And while stopping the Baroness, Slade was to take a hit out on Bruce Wayne. That didn't happen. Slade eventually threatened to rat me out if I didn't pay him his money. I refused so I shot him. He was a nuisance.

Dick Tracy: What about Lips Manlis? And your fall guy Cletus?

Big Boy Caprice: I had Lips killed. One of my goons took the hit on him so that I could come into Lips' fortunes. As for Cletus, yeah, I offed him too.

Dick Tracy: Where is his body?

Big Boy Caprice: There is no body.

Dick Tracy: The toxic waste right? Tell me about that. You've been holding onto illegal barrels of toxic waste under your club. Why? For who?

Big Boy Caprice: You're getting in over your head Dick! You don't wanna get involved in this. 

Dick Tracy: You've already admitted to being responsible for the deaths of three men. What could you possibly have to say about the toxic waste that would be more damning?

Big Boy Caprice: This is bigger than some little case you got against me Dick. There are powerful men involved in this. You're about to open a can of worms you can't stuff back. You understand boy?

Dick Tracy: I understand if you don't answer the question, I will make things much worse for you and your family. 

Big Boy Caprice: If you hurt my daughter...

Dick Tracy: I have no intention of hurting her, but I also follow the law and can make sure she stays put for a long while.

Big Boy Caprice: I really detest you. (sighs) The mayor. I made a deal with the mayor. He needed help with hiding the stolen toxic waste before the barrels could find their final home.

Dick Tracy: Mayor Grody?

Big Boy Caprice: Told you this was bigger than your little case Dick.

Wayne Manor.

Bruce Wayne: (on speaker with his lawyer) I don't care what has to happen, find a judge who can budge. I want a bail to be set for M.

Lawyer: (through speaker phone) This is not that easy Bruce, you don't get to decide how the justice system works.

Bruce Wayne: Look, we're not talking bribery or blackmail here, we just need to find someone willing to overrule this judgement. Hell we can make a deal that M can be ordered to stay here with me if she is truly seen as a flight risk.

Lawyer: Understood. I will keep working on this Bruce. 

Bruce Wayne: Just get it done already!

Jail.

Cruella: Listen to me darling, for I don't know what will happen to us next. And you need to know. It's about your father, and the early days of our marriage. A few years before you were born.

Miss M: Ok.

Cruella: I was desperate to make it big in the modeling world. Your father was wheeling and dealing with his mob friends, and we hit a snag in our marriage. Now, I don't want you to hate your father, but he stepped out on our marriage. 

Miss M: I mean, I have known about this.

Cruella: (waves hands in the air) Perhaps, but you don't know this part. He fathered a child out of our marriage.

Miss M: Umm, excuse me what?

Cruella: Yes. Your father and some puttana shacked up a few times. She got pregnant. I feel a little bad for her because she died when the bebe was little. 

Miss M: What happened to the baby?

Cruella: How should I know? I was so furious with your father. He wanted me to raise the kid and how on Earth would I do that? So he had his mob friends take care of the kid.

Miss M: Take care? As in they killed the kid?

Cruella: Oh darling no. What a morbid thought. They raised the brat. 

Miss M: Was it a boy or a girl?

Cruella: Maybe a boy? I have no idea. I just wanted you to know.

Miss M: Wait a second. What's going on? Is dad planning something?

Cruella: (shrugs) I have no clue darling.

Miss M: No, no, something is going on. You wouldn't drop news this big if something wasn't about to happen. Mom! What is dad planning to do? Tell me!

Cruella looks on silently. 

Dick Tracy: What does the mayor want with stolen toxic waste? What does he do with it?

Big Boy Caprice: How should I know? I was just a temporary drop off until my men moved to the final location. 

Dick Tracy: Do you know who the mayor was working with on this?

Big Boy Caprice: I dunno, some stronzo. 

Dick Tracy: What was in it for you then? I don't understand. Why risk such dangerous materials under your club if it wasn't for you?

Big Boy Caprice: I was paid a nice fee. 

Dick Tracy: Still a lot to risk for money, especially with what your club was bringing in. What are you not telling me Big Boy?

Big Boy Caprice: I don't think that detail is relevant. Haven't I already confessed enough?

Dick Tracy: Damn it no! You've wreaked havoc on this town! And I want answers. 

Big Boy Caprice: I did all this toxic waste business for the mayor, and in response to that, the mayor was going to set me up with a meeting. A meeting with President Luthor.

Dick Tracy: This just keeps getting more and more far fetched. What could you possibly want with the president? Trying to get into politics?

Big Boy Caprice: Not a bad idea, but no. I wanted more than that. You and I aren't that different Dick. We live by a code. Right and wrong. I got an issue with the elites in this world. Always lookin down on those less fortunate. Taking advantage. You try to make things right your way, and I was going to make things right my way.

Dick Tracy: What the hell are you saying Big Boy?

Big Boy Caprice: I'm saying... (pauses as there are loud bangs and screams in the distance)

Arcee: Tracy! Sorry to interrupt, but we got a problem.

Dick Tracy: What is going on? What's all that noise?

Arcee: The station is under attack. Numerous masked men have broken in. They're coming for Big Boy.

We're also outnumbered.

Dick Tracy: What? Was the whole force taken down or something?

Arcee: No. We're just finding out who is with us and who is against us in the station.

Dick Tracy: (sighs) Great. This is just what I needed. (grabs his gun)

Dick Tracy: Arcee, get any help you can. Hold these thugs off. I'm taking Big Boy somewhere safe. I'll be back to help. Find Maza, get her to call her station in New York if she hasn't already. We'll need the help.

Arcee: You got it Tracy!

Dick Tracy: Come on Big Boy.

Big Boy Caprice: Alright, alright. You're the boss. (grins devilishly)

The shouts and shots begin to get louder.

Up next! Miss M finds herself in danger! (What else is new?)