4×01 “Running Into The Dark”
Written by: Chris Coleman, Kristi Clark and Kelly Zollo
Warning: Episode may contain graphic violence, language and sexual content
Theme Songs: KALEO- Way Down We Go and Daylight- David Kushner

Hector eyed a shivering Max and for a brief second he felt horrible for the woman. Gia literally was about to snatch her child. “Does this look familiar? You saved your beloved Sebastian here Max and now you lose everything here.” He said as he looked into her eyes with a cold steel stare. Grabbing her arm he smirked as he pulled out two syringes. The first would induce labor and the second would kill Max. Stroking her face he looked at her and smiled slightly. “You are about to save my life and Gia’s. Things are going to change soon and you will be the catalyst. Isn’t that beautiful? Isn’t that the thing you want Max. To make a big scene? You will be legendary. Now strut now bitch.” He yelled, yanking her arm still as he looked into eyes. “I have felt how you must be feeling right now. Confused, scared and in fact hopeless. Your future his dimmed but everyone will remember you. Permanently frozen in time as the ice bitch who died with everyone else I killed. You see your boat was a beautiful vessel. I worked as a mercenary in the jungles before I became Gia’s friend. I killed people in wars and things you wouldn’t believe but tonight was my biggest art show. Killing so many people at once.” He said flippantly. “Boom! But this is also art Max. Giving life to someone who is so special you see your son is a legacy now. A secret between us all that will bond us forever.” Hector looked at her intently as he kissed her forehead. “Now I have to induce your labor and you will then get this shot that’ll stop your heart. It’s the only human thing to do, after all you deserve to die painlessly.” 

Taking her arm he looked Max in the eyes again wildly. “Tell me how it feels? To know you’re about to die a legend.” Injecting Max with a compound to induce her labor he watched her shaking and crying. “Stop fucking crying bitch or I’ll cut that fucking baby out of you. I don’t want to hear nothing but you screaming and pushing, got that Maxi girl? You aren’t to cry or whimper because I have no problem slitting your throat to get that child out and none of the Devonshire’s will find your body when I’m done carving you up.” Hector said as he stood up seeing Gia walking up cradling that dead baby inside of her. “Are you alright and ready for this? You’re truly about to be a mother to a child.” He looked over at Max shaking and trying to stifle her cries. “She’ll be giving birth very soon. I am proud of you securing your place right now Gia. Take what you want but I have to ask Gia. One question though: when are we going to kill Ronan? You see, the purpose of this kid was to join your families. Now when we get the kid you don’t need Ronan right? So when are we going to kill him?” 

Gia stumbled into the warehouse, bracing herself against the wall with one hand as she made her way towards Hector. Here she was heavily laboring, almost didn’t make it inside and he was playing with Max? “Does it look like I give two shits about Ronan right this very second?” She seethed. Grabbing the edge of a table, she tried to breathe like she’d learned in that one damn Lamaze class she managed to attend. “Ronan’s going to get what’s coming to him. You should be more concerned about what Ronan’s going to do to us if he walks on here and finds you sticking his precious little meal ticket with needles. Didn’t your mother teach you not to play with your food? The river must be swarming with search parties looking for her by now. Focus. We need that baby. I want my baby now Hector!” Gia lunged at him and beat her fists on his chest. “I am not going to lose another son and the longer you stand here yapping, the closer that wolf gets to our backs. I have to have this baby now!” She screamed as another contraction ripped through her and she doubled over, still holding onto the front of Hector’s shirt as she did her best to ride it out. There was no turning back now. She couldn’t hold on to her son any longer. It was time to say goodbye to those fantasies of what might have been and grab the crown that was dangling in front of her. 

With her son in her arms, Ronan would have no choice but to get in line. To give her the respect she deserved. It would secure her place at the top of his organization. She’d no longer be a joke to them. Not just the mob princess Ronan slummed with. If he wouldn’t love her, fine. She had his son and his legacy was something he would never deny. What did it matter if they removed him in a day or a week or a month? She would enjoy Ronan slowly realizing he would never get to love anyone else out in the open because you didn’t disrespect your child’s mother in their world. She wanted to savor that before they wiped him out of the picture. She snatched the remaining syringe out of Hector’s hand. She was posed to inject it when another contraction came. This one felt like it would split her in half and she dropped the syringe, grabbing a chair as her knees grew weak. She fell to all fours and helplessly watched the syringe roll across the floor and disappear under a palette. “Look what you made me do! If you had paid attention to me instead of Max that wouldn’t have happened! You’re an idiot!” She screamed, slapping her hand on the cold concrete floor, tears blurring her vision. She didn’t think she could stand back up though and crawled toward the dirty old tarp Hector had thrown down. At least he managed to pull himself away from Max long enough to remember to do that. It couldn’t look planned but she wasn’t having a baby on the floor of this damn warehouse. Max was a different story. Let her see how the other 99% suffered, wallowing in the mud so her and her family could live the high life.  “I think something’s happening. I think this is it, Hector. Make sure Max is ready. Make sure my baby’s coming. I just need him here and everything will be ok. Hector, come over here! I need you.”