At Sarah’s
Books:
Sarah *takes down the OPEN/CLOSED sign from the door-window and replaces it with a sign saying ”CLOSED FOR LUNCH”,
then locks the door and goes upstairs to the small apartment where she lived before moving into Barrie’s house on Neverland
Avenue. Sarah smiles at the young woman sitting on the sofa quietly sipping a
cup of tea.* Sorry about that ... but this way I have time to talk to you and
I don’t want to leave the shop unattended while we’re up here. *Takes a sip of tea; lately the smell of
coffee has made her nausea* You were telling me about your previous employment?
Bianca *tries to remember the speech she’d rehearsed prior to the interview; does her best to sound like a professional
instead of a girl who’s mostly lived off Daddy’s money* In all honesty, I don’t have a lot of work-experience,
but while I was in college, I did have a job at the library … *starts to feel unsure again* It was only a few hours per week, but … *Sighs a little* I
am trying to start a new life here and I would very much appreciate it if you’d give me the opportunity to work at your
store. *smiles a little* I hope
that my enthusiasm and eagerness to learn can make up for at least some of my lack of experience.
Sarah *her words remind Sarah of when she first came to Deppville ... she was trying to start a new life too and invested
all of her money into the shop; if she hadn’t been able to do that she would have appreciated it if someone had given
her a chance. She smiles to Bianca* I
do appreciate your honesty; it seems a rare thing these days. I know what it’s
like to start your life all over again – I came here for the same reason, so I will give you that chance. As I told you, I’ve asked a friend to take care of the shop while I’m on maternity-leave, so
you won’t be working alone. At least not till you feel confident enough
to do so.
Bianca: *breaks into a big smile* Thank you so much, Mrs. Barrie! I really appreciate it!
Sarah: *smiles* You’re welcome, Miss Clarkson…let’s not be so formal; I think ‘Bianca’
and ‘Sarah’ will do.
Bianca *Nods* I would prefer that too.
Sarah: Good. Where are you
staying? Have you found a home yet?
Bianca *shakes her head* No, I’m staying at that charming little
inn on the other side of the park … Chez Roux. I do plan to find an apartment
somewhere …
Sarah: What do you think of this place?
It’s yours if you want it … I lived here till I moved in with my husband, so no one is using it. *Quickly adds* I do understand if you want to separate your
private life from your work-life. It is only an offer.
Bianca *glances around the living-room; it isn’t very big and certainly not the luxury she’s used to from
her father’s house, but it is quite charming and cosy; smiles* Well, it
sure would be easy to get to work in the morning…when can I move in and when do you want me to start?
Sarah *smiles* Perfect! You
can move in almost straight away … just give me a chance to go through the apartment and make sure I haven’t left
any personal things behind and then it’s all yours. I suggest you take
a day or two getting settled in before you start work. How does that sound?
Bianca *smiles* It sounds like … like I can’t believe my luck! Thank you again.
Sarah *laughs* It’s my pleasure!
At Vice Mayor Lisa’s office:
Lisa *baffled, decides to
let Charlie leave rather than question his last thoughts on the matter. Thinks to herself* Kat? A killer? Anything's
possible when it comes to her and Abberline. But this business about Fred
leaving Kat to marry a pregnant Manouche ... that seems a bit out there, even for Abberline.
*she finds a cigarette, lights it, sits back in her chair.*
Cory *sticks his head in
her door; taps lightly on the door frame to get her attention* Hey, what exactly
did he mean that you thanked him in a special way? *frowns* Did you learn anything of value from him?
Lisa: What? Oh! I gave
him a peck on the cheek for his troubles. *rolls her eyes* You know how he is. Terribly handsome, but not brightest bulb
in the socket. He told me many things, but I need more information. I sent him back to the Security office to find out more. *stamps
out the cigarette in the ashtray* I think I'm going to go over his notes some
more, and then head home. I'll give him a few days to see what he can come up
with. If I don't hear anything from him, I may just call Brasco and see what
he knows. Calling Portsmith would be pointless; she'll deny everything. *she looks at a pile of paperwork on her desk, frowns*
Oh, I almost forgot these things. I assume everything here is in order,
and is ready to be signed?
Cory: Yes, all I need is your signature on the forms, and I'll take care of the rest.
Lisa: Good enough. *she signs all the papers, hands them to him* Here you go. Thanks Cory. Even with all the problems, it's good to be back.
Cory *smiles* Good to have you back. Well, I'll leave you to your work. *leaves the office.*
Lisa *retrieves Charlie's
notes and photos from the desk, looks through them again. The crime scene photos
are gruesome. How anyone could commit such a crime is beyond her. She gathers up all the papers, grabs her keys, and heads towards home*
At Rartigillichal:
Madame
*nods, satisfied at Willy’s appetite, smiles* We'll most definitely be having a grand opening celebration.
Just like he did all those years ago! And you'll most definitely be standing right next to us, right, loves?
Blake *smiles* Only if the two of you will still be standing right next
to us at our wedding. *he waves a hand toward the far end of the lawn* We thought that would be a good spot for the ceremony, with all the wildflowers.
Manouche *to Madame* I’ll ‘ave t’ show ye me dress, luv,
I were quite taken with it from th’ minute I saw it. I’ve kept it
all this time, I’m so glad t’ finally ‘ave the chance t’ wear it.
*she looks at Blake, he smiles at her, leans over and kisses her cheek. She
looks over at Willy, greatly relieved to see him digging into his food with his usual gusto.
She feels another nudge, looks at Chírilo; the
little girl doesn’t say anything, but she nods toward Willy, her eyes wide. Manouche
laughs* Ah, I reckon I should’a warned ye about Willy’s appetite! Like I said, darlin’, Willy don’t do anythin’ halfway, an’
that includes eatin’.
Willy
*looks up from his plate, his mouth full of food* Wha??
Madame: Willy, swallow your food, then talk. *Willy
glares at her, then goes back to eating. Madame shakes head, smiling, then turns
her attention back to Manouche* Oh I'll have to see it, Manouche! I am sure it is so beautiful! *they quietly eat for a minute, then she looks back up again*
Oh and also, I'd like to have a small birthday party soon. The triplets are already
a year old! But we've been so busy we couldn't celebrate their day ...
Alifi: Lots of other birthdays coming up, too. Chiana’s is October 13, Raven’s is on Halloween … *she spoons more chicken salad onto
Willy’s plate as she sees it becoming empty; she stifles a laugh as he pauses briefly to smile thanks to her, then continues
eating voraciously*
Blake: If the factory is done in time, you could have a combination grand
opening-kids’ birthday and Halloween party. It’d be the ideal place
for it.
Manouche *laughs* That’d make fer some curious decorations, wouldn’t
it!
Willy
*stops eating to think about it, then shakes a finger at Blake as if saying 'That's a good idea' and quickly goes back
to eating*
Madame
*smiles at him and nods* Absolutely! I suggest one grand party! Exclusive!
Invite only! *Willy nods, his head still bent into his food*
Raven *excitedly* I can draw the invitations!
Chírilo: Oh yeah! Raven’s a great artist, you should
see the drawings an’ stuff in his room. An’ I could set up a table
at the party where I read tarot cards. *turns to Willy and Madame* Alifi bought me my own cards when we went to Three Rivers, that’s a Gypsy village. I learned some about readin' from my mother, so I already knew how to do it, but now I can use my very
own cards. *stops talking, a little out of breath*
Manouche: Aye, it’s true, she’s quite talented. Ye should see ‘er, all decked out in her proper Romni gear, she looks quite fetchin’. It’d be fittin’ fer a Halloween theme, too, I reckon.
Chírilo *looks at Cole, grins* An' Cole can sing. He sang all the time when we were at Malachi an’ Miranda’s house, he’s real good. Do you still sing, Cole? *Cole blushes
a little, says nothing; Chírilo looks at Manouche* Before you found us on that
boat, he would sing an’ cheer us up.
Manouche *raises eyebrows* Is that so?
*looks at Cole* Well, mate, if yer of a mind, I’m sure th’
partygoers’ll be right keen t’ hear ye. *she sees he looks a little
intimidated at the idea; she picks up a bowl of fruit salad, which she knows he loves, and hands it to him; he takes it eagerly,
smiles at her a little, she winks*
Madame *nods at Cole who
gives her a permission face. He runs off with the bowl and sits in the grass, eating away* I think it will all
be fantabulous. And a gypsy theme sounds so clever!
Willy *swallows his food* We should invite Portsmith. *he looks
back down as Alifi scoops more onto his plate. He stares, then eats again*
Madame: Oh that sounds wonderful. We'll tell her it’s the party of the century. Then when she
gets there, she'll be so HAPPY!
Blake *grins at Willy* Willy, I’m surprised at you, comin’
up with an idea like that. Sounds more like something Manouche would come up
with, to get a rise out of Portsmith. *he looks at Manouche, raises eyebrows
at her almost-innocent expression* And no, I don’t think we should invite
the Commander to the wedding!
Manouche *shakes her head* Where’s yer sense of adventure, love? *shrugs* She prob’ly would refuse
t’ make an appearance anyway.
Alifi: You never know, she can be contrary.
Might be better to invite her and let her say no.
Chírilo: The Commander … is that the lady with the big castle, the one where Cricket’s
stayin’?
Manouche *nods* Aye, she’s stayin’ with ‘er fer a time. *looks at the others* I fergot about that. I wonder if spendin’ time with th’ child has softened th’ Commander any? Per’aps I should pay ‘er a visit.
Blake: WE. WE’LL pay her a visit. You go alone, she might find some reason to arrest you.
Manouche *laughs* She may at that! Right, love, we’ll
go together. I been meanin’ to check up on lil’ Cricket anyway. *looks at Willy* Ye goin’ to oversee
doin’s at th’ factory today, brother?
Willy *finally clears his
plate, giving a satisfied smile to Alifi* Actually, I could invite the Commander. Seems rare that she refuses
anything I say anyway. *he gives a sly look to Madame, who glares back*
But anyway, actually yes, Manouche I did. Dug the first hole yesterday. I figured I'd take you up to see it soon,
before Madame, so you can give an approval.
Madame: Oh and why not me?
Willy *shrugs with a smile* More of a surprise, love. *Madame smiles at his charm* What's say you Manouche? *Cole comes running up with the bowl
in hand, now empty. He places it on the table and goes to run away*
Madame *grabs his arm and
turns him to her. He stares at the ground* Look up, you. *Cole regretfully
looks up to Madame, revealing a fruit-stained face.* How on earth did you get it on your forehead, Cole? *Cole shrugs. She sighs and stands up, still holding his arm* I shall be right back.
Cole: Awww come on mom!!!!
Madame: Now. *they go into the house*
Willy *checks to make sure
the coast is clear, then leans in to whisper to Manouche, Blake, and Alifi* Actually,
the factory has been under construction for nearly two months now. Manouche, I wanted you to go to tell me what you
think and if she'll be surprised.
Manouche *watches
Madame go, then turns to Willy* Ah … well, sure, mate, I'd be more'n happy
to offer me opinion, fer what it's worth. Mr. Blake an’ I could stop off an’ see th’ progress
before we check up on Netta. *looks at Blake*
While we're out, per’aps we could also swing by la Maison de Paradis, visit Malachi an’ Miranda an’
th’ other children. Where’s Raven?
*Raven hears her, comes over to her side* Lil’ mate, would ye an’
Chírilo stay ‘ere, watch Chiana while we’re gone? I know ye’d
like t’ come along, but there’ll be other opportunities, savvy? Madame’ll
have ‘er hands full with her own brood today, an’ we still ain’t heard from either o’ yer parents,
or Candy. I’d like t’ make sure yer about in case they call or come
over.
Alifi: Manouche, if Raven and Chírilo want to come with you, I could watch Chiana.
Manouche *smiles
slightly* I ‘ave other plans fer ye, luv.
*to Raven* Do we ‘ave an accord?
*he nods* Good. *She reaches
in her pocket, pulls out a cell phone* ‘Ere, I’ll leave this with
ye. If yer parents or Candy come ‘round, or if anyone needs us, jus’
call. Mr. Blake’ll ‘ave his cell, an’ his number’s in
there.
Raven: Okay, don’t worry. We’ll
take care of Chiana. *he grins a little shyly as Manouche hugs him, then turns
to Chírilo* C’mon, let’s take Chiana back to the guest house.
Chírilo: When she’s asleep, can we draw some more?
*Raven nods, they dart away from the table to fetch Chiana. Chírilo stops
in her tracks, runs back, hugs Manouche then Blake; spins around, runs off again to catch up with Raven*
Manouche *to
Blake, as they all stand up to leave* Love, ye an’ Willy go fetch th’
car, I’ll meet ye out front. *they leave, she turns to Alifi*
Alifi *smiles* You want me to clear all this away .. *she waves her hand over the table* …
and then you want me to see if I can get a few minutes alone with Madame to tell her about your condition. Right?
Manouche *grins,
shakes her head* Aye, that’s about th’ size of it. Sometimes I wonder if I ever need t’ say a word ‘round ye.
Alifi *hugs
her* Go on, have a lovely outing. We’ll
see you when you get back. If there are any problems, we’ll call Blake’s
cell.
Manouche *smiles,
embraces her again, kisses her cheek* Cheers, luv. *turns, goes to meet Blake and Willy, sees they’ve brought Blake’s Aston-Martin around to the
front of the main house. She hops in, they take off for town. Alifi smiles after them, then starts to clear the dishes from the table*
At the DeMarcos’:
Don Juan *to Ava* How can you say that I shattered your heart, when you shattered my whole world! I was so sure that I have met my soul mate, and the spring of all love itself, the representation of the
Goddess herself on Earth! I would never have set my eyes on that wench if you
would have loved me enough. She means nothing to me, and neither does any other
woman, but how can I ever trust you again? How do I know that it is my child?
I was totally frank with you. I
told you about my past, and all those 1,501 or was it 1,502 women, and you did not tell me that you were already pregnant.
Look at me now, you have turned me into a lunatic! *he tears away the mask and
the cape* It will never sing again. For
anyone. I will never touch a woman again. *and
with that, he rushes out past Ava and Edna, tears streaming down his face*
Edna: *bursting into tears
as Edna wraps her arms around her* Hush child his heart just needs heal like yours. He does not yet know it but his son will
soon make a connection with him that will bring him back. *Smiles* Mother Love-Joy will help you she’ll help you two
to come back together. *The phones still rings* I must answer the call. *Edna picks up the receiver* Hello
Mother Love Joy: Sister Luke
may I speak with my son?
Edna: Mother, we seem to
have a problem he went out in floods of tears.
Mother: My son cried how
is the incarnation how is he doing
Edna: We are losing him along
with his mother now Don has left I fear the worst for them.
Mother: This is not good
not good at all we must relocate to Deppville it seems are work in Mexico is done.
Edna: Oh good maybe you could
bring them back together
Mother: Yes I will try my
best we can enrol her into the convent *smiles* I must inform Father Love-joy of the plans we shall arrive very soon. Good-bye
sister
Edna: Good bye Mother
Ava: *sniffs* Edna I must
leave I need to feed him the pain is too much. *The house has become cold even though the sun is beating down on it the only
thing that feels some warmth is her wedding ring* Oh god what have I done I have become a monster Edna.
At From Hell Court:
Don Juan *wanders aimlessly
on the narrow streets of From Hell Court, his head bent down low, his gaze on the cobblestones. Now and then someone tries to speak to him, a beggar wanting money, some thug shoving him aside, women offering
their services, but he doesn't really hear them. But the stinging words of Ava
and Edna echo in his minds, going on and on ... Finally, exhausted, He swerves into an alley and sinks down in the dirt in
the little yards with wild weeds growing amid bald patches. There's a clothes
rack with a reddish hooded sweater and faded loose jeans, and by the door a pair of well trodden sneakers. He stares blankly ahead, not seeing anything.* I can't wear
the clothes of the World's Greatest Lover anymore. I have betrayed love ... Love
is not the passion of flesh, nor is it lusty glances or stolen kisses ... Love is the meaning of life, and where there is
no love, there can't be life ... *his eyes glaze over and he starts to undress slowly, folding and putting his clothes in
a neat pile on the dirty yard. He pulls on the jeans, and he takes the sweater.*
Mother, I have not been worthy of the gift I have been bestowed, Mother, I shall
lay my swo-- my -- my --- dammit, someone has stolen my skateboard! *He dashes
inside and yells* Gran, me skateboard!
Granny Johnson *is sitting by the
TV as always and smoking like a chimney* Cry baby. *she croaks* Mind yer own matters.
Mark Johnson *returns
to the yard. No skateboard. But
there's a curious pile in one corner. Weird clothes, a white billowy shirt, and
a red vest-something, black gloves, black trousers, a pair of idiotic boots - but then his eyes fall upon a treasure. Precious looking rings. Now where could
these rags come from? Must have been some clown from the club ... He shrugs,
pockets the rings and leaves to find his skateboard*
At the Security office:
Ava *starts to feel the pain
disappear as she grows closer to her next lover she can feel him close by that’s when she ushers Edna away. Edna
disappears into the crowd as she watches Ava from a safe distance. Her next lover is about to take the bait he walks
straight into Ava, Edna watches in amazement how Ava lures her next lover in.
Charlie: Watch it *he looks
at her feet and slowly scans her body he stops at her chest he is mesmerised with them. After a few moments of pure lust he
moves his eyes up to her face. *
Ava: *girly* Oh I am so very
sorry
Charlie: *lusting over her
this is time for him to impress her* the names Bond Charlie bond and I work for the Vice Mayor
Ava: *smiles* Well Mr Bond
my name is Galore, Pussy Galore
Charlie: *gulps* Galore Pussy
Galore I must be dreaming *he thinks to himself this woman is heaven sent now he must really impress her. * What would it
take for you to see things my way Miss Galore?
Ava: It depends what you
have to show me
Charlie: A lot
Ava: well it will take a
lot more than you've got.
Charlie: *he thinks she’s
playing games like the girls on the TV* How do you know
Ava: Well you’ll have
to show me Mr Bond
Charlie: Well then Miss Galore
let me take you to my head quarters *he looks into her eyes* This way Miss Galore my sectary is at home at the moment so the
head quarters will be empty
Ava: *Smiles* and what do
you intend to show me Mr Bond
Charlie: *thinks to himself
this is too easy* All in good time now please follow me. *They both walk fast
through the crowd Ava heartbeats faster as the get closer to his “head Quarters”. When they arrive at the Security
centre it is empty he unlocks the door and he lets Ava in. Charlie locks the door behind him and he leads Ava up to Portsmith’s
office. Charlie opens her door and leads her in that’s when Ava pounces.* Ah
Mr Bond lets drop the small talk shall we *smiles* I know as well as you that we both want the same thing *with that Ava passionately
kisses him as Charlie pulls her on to Portsmith’s desk. Ava pushes every thing off of Portsmith desk and feels his cheek*
you do like a close shave Mr Bond *Ava kisses him again and they have their fun. Sometime
later, Ava dresses herself and kisses Charlie goodbye with one seductively tone* Goodbye
Mr Bond it has been a pleasure! Positively pleasurable.
At Cavalcanti’s:
DeeDee *steps out of her
nice little purple car and takes the sunglasses away* So, here we are. Ready to meet Daddy, Candy? Please
lie to him and tell that you are all the time thinking about career opportunities. Why
are you so grumpy?
Candy *sighs* I feel that this is wrong. After that .. that ...
DeeDee: Oh, wasn't it exciting,
just think of it, you'll become a celebrity. Everyone wants to interview you,
the witness. Just think about it. I
can already see the headers: 'Her master was a brutal murderer' or 'Beautiful
nanny still in shock'.
Candy: Please, DeeDee. He didn't do the murder. Believe me, I have lived in the same
house with him. He wouldn't harm a woman.
Lady Ainsworth *meets them in
the huge white hall decorated with one black wall and nothing else. There are no coat racks, no end tables, no paintings on
the walls. As Cavalcanti, who likes to dabble in decoration, says, a room should
be the decoration itself.* Girls. I
heard what you were talking about. You are not to utter a word about that horrible
accident. I can't understand why that poor girl wanted to end her days by her own hand in such a gruesome way and how
she managed to get into the house.
DeeDee *bursts into laughter* What?
A suicide? Never heard anything
so stupid!
Lady Ainsworth: One word of warning, DeeDee. If I hear you say anything more of that scandal, your Daddy is going to hear something about you that would
probably cause him a heart attack. *she ushers them towards the dining room*
You are already late, hurry up. *she
closes the dining room doors and nods to Cavalcanti and Mercy who are waiting by the table.* So,
now we are all gathered.
Cavalcanti: It's a long time since we had a nice
warm family dinner together.
DeeDee *rolls eyes. Since when is the old
Dragon family? And that sheepish girl who looks like a sissy of the worst sort.*
Dear Papa, you know how hard it is to find free time.
Cavalcanti: And how is my Candy? Are you still comfortable
with your position as a nanny at Bournemouth House?
Candy: Yes, Daddy.
I love Chiana.
DeeDee: I
bet she does, she loves her because she is in ... *she stifles a scream feeling a sharp shoe hit her shinbone* I mean she is super cute. *she throws
a murderous glance at Lady Ainsworth across the table*
Mercy: I wish I
could have seen her. Everybody talks about how special she is.
Lady Ainsworth:
Yes, it was such a pity that she was elsewhere today. DeeDee, Candy, meet my ward Mercy. And Mercy, you have heard
much about Candy and DeeDee already.
Mercy *blushes* Mercy Amaryllis Iphigenia
Clyde. Pleased to meet you.
DeeDee *whispers to Candy* What's she doing here? She looks like she needs a few nights
at Badonkadonk Club*
Cavalcanti: DeeDee, please speak up, I can't hear
what you are saying.
DeeDee *smiling innocently* Oh nothing ... So,
Mercy, how long will you stay in Deppville? I could show you around.
Mercy: Yes please, that would be so very nice of you.
Lady Ainsworth: Mercy is here to stay. And I believed you said that you are
occupied with your work. We wouldn't want to exhaust you.
Cavalcanti *frowning*
I wish that you wouldn't work when you don't have to.
DeeDee: Oh but I love my job! What are you doing, Mercy?
Mercy:
I have been learning to lead a household, and it is so exiting! *she smiles shyly* I have supervised the whole dinner and all
the arrangements today. I hope you will like it. And
after dinner I can show you my latest needlework, a cross-stitch pillow case with a lovely ivy pattern. Do you prefer cross stitches or petit point?
DeeDee *baffled* Huh?
Pillow case? Can't say that I do.
Candy
*with a friendly smile* I would love to see it, Mercy. Are you going to take care of Dad's house?
Mercy: Temporarily,
yes.
Lady Ainsworth: And she has done a very good job of it, hasn’t
she, Guido?
DeeDee *raises a plucked and painted brow. Guido? Oh for heaven's sake ... * But he has a housekeeper already.
Lady
Ainsworth: Mercy is not a housekeeper. As
I said, she supervises the housekeeper and all other servants.
Mercy: Lady
Ainsworth says that it's good to train before I have my own household at Bournemouth House.
Candy *drops her spoon*
What?
Future site of the convent:
Ava *now feels refreshed
the pain has gone and her unborn son is calm once again. Edna and Ava now look for a suitable piece of land to put the Convent
of incarnation on, as they search it is being shipped over to Deppville. Ava knows of a very good spot for the convent, it
is beautiful and she knows Edna and the nuns will fall in love with it. The land is next to a church and is over looked by
a chateau it is perfect for the needs of the convent. Ava holds her arms
open* Well what do think of it? Isn’t it beautiful Edna? The view is amazing
to the left you can see the church and up a head you can see the chateau well when I say chateau I mean a fake chateau
but that’s a whole different story Edna.
Edna: This is perfect Ava
You and Mother Love-Joy are very similar in many ways Ava you remind me much of her. *Smiles* Their will be plenty of room
for the gardens and courtyard. How did you come to know of this place?
Ava: Oh I discovered it on
one of my many travels Edna. *She looks at Edna* what’s it like to live in the convent?
Edna: It is wonderful I bake
lots of goodies that we sell to the public. The convent it’s self holds a lot of priceless art like the ecstasy of St
Theresa the ecstasy of Don Juan *giggles and blushes*. We have a lot of paintings from John William Water house would you
like to hear what some of them are called.
Ava: Yes please Edna
Edna: Well my child there
is Apollo and Daphne, Ariadne, Echo and Narcissus, Hylas and the nymphs, Juliet, and la Belle dame sans merci just to name
a few
Ava: Oh they sound interesting
*smiles as the breeze wafts around them* how long will it take for the convent to arrive
Edna: Not long Ava the other
nuns are on their way along with Father and Mother Love – Joy. *Smiles* Ava why don’t you stay in the convent
for a while I am sure Don would like that
Ava: Do you think so? I mean
what if his strayed from love Edna I have never heard him or seen him act like before *looking down at her feet* I have broke
my husbands heart and now I have killed love itself.
Edna: My child do not speak
like that you have not killed love yes he hurts but you hurt too but child love will return like a burning flame.
Ava: What if he never returns
what I am I suppose to do then I cannot raise this child myself even you said that we must raise him together *she touches
her small bump* what if he never believes me that it is his son I know it is his, he is the only man I slept with *sighing*
Edna: Please do not worry
he will release it and when he does he will return *smiles* we must return home and wait for the arrival of the convent and
our nuns
*Ava and Edna make their
way back home Ava doesn’t want to return there but she refuses to run back to George. When Ava and Edna arrive their
home feels so cold and the flowers have all started to die, as there is no love in the house. Ava ascends the stairs and pulls
out one of Don’s shirts it still smells of him his beautiful scent. Ava takes her clothes off, she puts Dons shirt on
and she lies on his side of the bed on his pillow. Ava cries her heart out hoping Don maybe able to feel her cries she only
feels a barrier between them. Ava sobs herself to sleep. Some hours later Ava
is awoken by loud knocking she hopes it is Don but she can’t feel it’s him. As the knocking continues Ava opens
the door she is greeted by a male and female who she has never met before, oddly the female looks like Don somewhat. Ava squints
as the man holds his arm out and he introduces himself.*
Father Love-Joy: Hello you
must be Ava Don’s with your carrying the incarnation right?
Ava: Yes I am Don’s
wife well I think I am still his wife *tears fill her eyes* and I am carrying his son
Father: May we come in? Edna
sent us to you she is at the convent now *smiles*
Ava: Sure why not *she moves
away from the door and lets them in*
Mother: Where is my son has
he yet to return
Ava: I do not know were you
son is believe me if I knew where he was I would be there begging for his forgiveness. *Pausing* no he has not I have been
here all alone just me and my unborn son.
Mother: He is upset he will
return.
Ava: *sighs* you all keep
saying that but he will not.
Mother: just be patient my
child my son will return.
Father *his eyes scan the
room* Love doesn’t live here any more I cannot feel a thing … nothing it’s like it’s been given up…
like it’s not deserved. *Starting to worry* things are out of balance… I just can’t figure it out…
Mother: This is not good
not good at all
Ava: Don he’s given
up hasn’t he *cries*I have killed love… I killed him… I abandoned him *cries she begins to mutter* Love dont live here anymore just emptiness and
memories.
Father: *putting his hands together he brings them to his face and runs them over his mouth* We must find him imditaly
or it will be to late all love will die. *Ava cries even more* Ava please do not cry tell me what happened.
Ava: We had an argument we were dancing together and my son decide that he couldn’t wait any longer for his next
fix so he sent me a nice little pain. And Edna came in and told Don everything even that I had slept with men I never said
how many.
Father: Ok *he puts his finger on his lip* then what happened?
Ava: He blamed me and I blamed him and then he said … he said… I broke his heart *Ava breaks down again* an… an… and that’s when he… he… left me… I have
no one Don Don gone….
Mother *puts her arm around Ava* Where could he be I shall speak to him.
Ava: He could be at From Hell court that’s the only place I can think of.
Mother: Then I shall go there *she turns to Father Love-Joy* Take her back to the convent Father get her set up there
and I will look for my son.
At the Raineys’ house:
*Laughing,
Mort chases Mary down the stairs. They are like two children at play.*
Mary: Last person
down has to make breakfast! I want to hurry so we can plan on how to start making
our new friends! *They run into the
living room when suddenly Mary stops running. Mort nearly knocks her over in
his effort to stop behind her; grabs her arms so she doesn’t fall.* Mort,
what’s all this … this large package and that huge thing wrapped in that old quilt?
Mort: Oh, I forgot all about them what with all that happened yesterday.
They were delivered for you when you were visiting Madame and Mr Wonka.
Mary: For me? Who sent them?
Mort: I don’t
know, there wasn’t a card or anything? Why don’t we open them and
see what they are?
Mary
*walks over to the large brown paper wrapped package that looks like a picture. She
takes the paper off, stands back, stunned, at the beautiful silver framed mirror. It
appears to be old. Its ornate features are something like she has never seen
before yet somehow she feels she has* Would you look at that? Who on earth sent this to me?
Mort
*at the large quilt wrapped package; unties the rope, removes the quilt to reveal a very old piece of furniture with four
drawers at the bottom. The top has two doors that reveal four shelves when opened. The piece is quite beautiful. They look
at each other, confused.*
Mary *opens the drawers,
finds women’s clothing inside* Mort, are you sure these items were for
me?
Mort: Yes. The driver told me it was for you by name.
Mary: Hmm. Well they are beautiful! I
love antiques. Why don’t you go ahead and start breakfast Mort and I’ll
figure out where we should put these. *Mort goes to the kitchen. Mary glances over at the mirror, slowly walks up to it. Dropping
to her knees she looks at her image. She can hear a voice somewhere in the distance.
Slowly, she touches the mirror with her hand. It
feels ice cold to the touch and it makes the voice grow stronger – the Gypsy’s voice chanting “‘the
ending is the most important part of the story”. Mary can’t take her hand or her eyes away. Mort enters the room, sees Mary kneeling, touching the mirror. He suddenly feels a chill cross his heart
but doesn’t know why. He runs to Mary, pulls her away from the mirror,
which causes them both to fall back. The movement breaks the chanting and the spell that was upon her. Mort jumps to his feet pulling Mary with him.* Mary! Couldn’t you hear me calling you?
You were staring into that mirror like it had some kind of a hold on you.
Mary: What? *she keeps staring at the mirror. Finally she looks away and turns to Mort smiling* I’m sorry, I didn’t hear you calling. I am starving! Can we go eat breakfast now? *Mort watches her go, not sure what to think; he has an uneasy
feeling. First she sees a gypsy that disappears and now this. And who sent this mirror anyway? Mary calls
to him* Are you coming Mort?
Mort: Yeah, yeah sure, I’ll be right in. *he
walks up to the mirror and kneels down, presses his hand against the surface, looks
at his image. He hears her call again; rises, goes to join her.*
At From Hell Court:
*The night grows colder as
Mother Love-Joy looks for her son she starts to fear the worst for him. She follows the directions given to her by Ava they
were a little bit sketchy, as Ava wouldn’t stop crying. There is a lot of places for her to look for her son and she
doesn’t know were to start. So she just follows her heart even if he has given up his title he is still her son and
they have bond that cannot be broken. Mother Love-joy follows the trail, which leads her to a dirty shack of a place
were she enters with great hesitation. The dirty shack is not good for the world’s greatest lover not good at all. She
enters the shake as walks towards her son and she sits next to him, she cradles his head as she speaks to him.* Don my son I have come all the way from Mexico for you *she kisses his head* I will
not be leaving without you I cannot lose you both. *she wipes his tears* you must let them all out Don for if you hold them
in you will damage yourself *smiles* Hush my son hush. *pausing*
Mark: Ma, lay off that Mexico thingie and stop calling me Don. The
guys would laugh their asses off if they heard you ramble about Mexico
and love and all those idiotic things you say. I am sad because I lost my skateboard.
Who both? Granny, eh? Well she's at the telly as always, no risk of losing her. Just
give me some dollars and I might go out with the lads to see a game.
Mother: Oh deary me *sighs* hell ... this is worse than I thought .... Your name is Don not what ever you think
it is now. *lets go of him and she turns to the old woman* What the hell have you done to my son, you hag. *screams
in her head* you have brain washed him well then if you don’t believe in love any more ... then I am dead to you,
along with your father. *looks out the window* You are not my son my son is Don
Juan DeMarco *a tear rolls down her face* he does not ride a skate board, he rides a horse, he cries over love not skate
boards ... Now I will go I need to tend to my Grandson and my daughter in law ...
At Pirate’s
Cove:
Abberline *staggers a few
more steps, but then he stops, realizing he is still too ill to make it far, and he doesn't even know where he is. There is no one in view, and the only thing he can hear is the sea somewhere very near. Hesitantly, he turns around and returns to the shack, takes a cigarette and lights it. He takes a seat in a chair and watches Kat. Her cover has
partially slid off, and though he for a minute is concerned about her freezing, he keeps watching her, a delicious site with
her ripped clothes ... *
At Chateau
Blanchefort:
Wilson *politely guides the guest to Portsmith's favorite drawing room, the French Empire
room* Commander, Mr. Missoni is here.
Portsmith *stands up and goes to
meet the man. She is a bit nervous, but she has had time to think about a strategy. And someone to blame for it all.* Welcome
Mr. Missoni. My condolences. Please
take a seat. *she pours white tea of the best quality slightly scented with natural
orange aroma into two cups and hands him the other one.* I trust your journey
was pleasant enough?
Missoni *takes the offered cup and puts it aside on the table*
Cut it short will you and stop acting. I remember you far too well, and
I doubt you haven't changed a bit. What happened to my daughter? And if you try to hide anything from me ....
Portsmith *with dignity* Why try to change anything that is perfect. I am the embodiment
of the American Dream, and I have never been ashamed of my humble roots. Your
daughter was murdered by a pirate, Mr. Missoni.
Missoni *suspiciously* A
pirate?
Portsmith *firmly* A pirate.
Let me tell you what happened according to our research. Jeanne Missoni
was out in a district where she shouldn't have been alone at night, and she met there a man. He took her home. Later at night his wife, who is very jealous
and violent and a pirate, sneaked in and slashed her throat. We are currently
trying to locate her. The only loose thread is the motive. It probably was jealousy, but there is another factor you have to know.
Before she wandered in From Hell Court, she visited a local upstart called Mistress Fiore. They had some talk about a map that she claimed to have found in her excavations, supposedly about a treasure
under Deppville, but we know that she left without a deal. Mistress Fiore is
one greedy miser and I wouldn't put it past her to hire a contract killer to get the map.
And as we all know, pirates are a greedy lot. So, the pirate could have
her revenge on her cheating husband and at the same time gain a reward from it. *she
raises imperiously a hand to silence him* I have made a copy of all research
files for you. It will be just a matter of time before we catch Kat Abberline.
Missoni
*accepts the folder* Thank you. I
have one more request. I would like her to be buried here. She liked this weird little place.
Portsmith *beams benevolently at him* But of course, Mr. Missoni. I will myself stand for all the
costs.
At Eden:
VM Lisa *pulls up to the
house, having just come from her office. Not one to normally bring her work
home, she decides to leave Charlie's notes and photos from the Missoni murder in the car for now. She walks up, enters the house, and notices how quiet it is. Not
seeing Cesar around, she pours herself a glass of wine, and wanders out to the back patio.
It's a beautiful day, and she's glad to be rid of Deppville business for the moment.
She decides to walk out to the small pond with the bridge; exactly the route she walked to marry Cesar in the gazebo. She pauses on the bridge to look into the water.
All sorts of fancy Koi are swimming around the bridge; it's such a calming sight.
She takes a sip of her wine and looks towards the gazebo.* Ah, there you are,
my love. *A smile crosses her face as she sees him sitting there, looking over the pond himself. She turns and crosses the bridge to meet him, anticipating the kiss they are about
to share. She reaches the gazebo, steps up into it. He turns to look at her and smiles. She sits down the glass,
and approaches him, looking into his eyes* It's good to be home. I missed you so much. *she wraps her arms around his neck
and kisses him deeply*
Cesar *returns her kiss, smiles* Ma trésor … mustn’t jump back into work too quickly after a fine vacation. It’s hard on the system. *he brings his hands up to
either side of her face* You must take these things slowly … *he slowly,
softly brushes her hair back from her face* … slowly and gently … *strokes her cheek with one hand, brings the
other one around to gently hold her chin* … and not rush anything too much. *pulls
her close* Treat every moment as if it’s to be savored … make everything
… special … *he slides one arm down around her waist, bends her back slightly and kisses her, slow and lingering. After a moment, he pulls away, gazing into her eyes, his own dark eyes smouldering* Of course, the risk you take with this approach is … you may get carried away. *with that, he sweeps her up into his arms, she giggles and wraps her arms around
his neck. He carries her from the gazebo, back to the house, enters, closing
the door behind them*
In an undisclosed
location:
*The two men have been in hiding for some time now, and the solitude is beginning to get to them. One watches the other, rolls his eyes as his companion opens the box for the hundredth time* Would you stop doin’ that? It’s still there, just
like it was ten minutes ago.
2nd man *irritably* I know … I hate being responsible for this damn
thing. How much longer?
1st man *shrugs* Shoulda been here by now, I don’t know. I don’t like it.
2nd man: It was a brilliant way to get it to us, though, wasn’t it? Who would’ve ever guessed, the Regent Diamond in a gallon of ice cream.
1st man *dryly* A bit too spy-spoof for my taste. Too risky, what if someone else had come in and bought that particular gallon?
2nd man: But they didn’t. Stop
worrying.
1st man: I’ll stop worrying when we unload it.
2nd man: What if … what if …
1st man *sharply* Don’t say it.
2nd man: We’re both thinkin’ it, might as well say it. What if they don’t show? What’ll
we do with the blasted thing? We could never sell it.
1st man *sarcastically* Yes, the authorities from the Louvre would have
somethin’ to say about that.
2nd man: We would have to have it broken up …
1st man: You can’t do that with a piece of history, you idiot! *motions toward the box* This diamond
was worn by Marie-Antoinette. Napoleon used it to embellish his sword! It may be the most famous diamond in the world, and it’s only a matter of time before our good friends
at the Louvre figure out they’re displaying a phony. A damn good phony,
but a phony just the same. *pauses, glares at him* There’s no other diamond looks like that. Even if we
dared do it, do you really think we’d find a jeweler who would simply break it up for us without a word? Any jeweler worth his salt would recognize it immediately, and BAM.
You’d have a lot less room to do your pacin’ in than you have now, my friend.
2nd man: Well then what’re we supposed to do? This waitin’ is driving me crazy! I wish we’d
never taken this job—
1st man *snarls* Shut up! *checks
his watch* They’re not that late.
We don’t have much choice. We wait. *scowls as his companion
swears, peeks in the box again, then closes it.*
At the convent:
*As Mother Love-Joy searches
for her missing son Father Love-Joy escorts Ava to the convent. The convent has arrived in one piece every single piece has
arrived safe and sound. Even the magic pool has arrived safe and sound. The convent dwarfs the church next door to it Ava
wasn’t expecting some thing so beautiful but she likes it a lot. Father Love-Joy opens the huge wooden doors and invites
Ava in they both walk through the courtyard, which is only lit by candles it gives the effect of romance. The courtyard smells
off all different herbs and fruits the smell is overwhelming. Ava is lead into the convent it’s self and the smells
are even better inside chocolate and fresh baked cookies and cakes. Father Love-Joy takes her to the great hall were the nuns
are all present and waiting. He opens the great double doors and the walk between the tables were the nuns all look at Ava
she the one they have been waiting for.* Ladies we have found the incarnation
and his carrier the beautiful Ava DeMarco
Ava: Hi *smiles*
Father: Now ladies Mother
will be out for some time so we need to give Ava a warm welcome don’t we *he raises his arms up and the nuns all shout
hello Ava. * Now Ava this is your family now until your husband returns from his great voyage of self discovery *he
nudges Ava to tell her not to speak of her and Don not quite being together* Now ladies is her room complete *sister Jasmine
nods* we have had so many room changes Ava this I hope is the best room for you *smiles* Oh we are one big happy family. *Mother
Love-Joy bursts through the double doors* Mother
Mother: Father Love-Joy *out
breathe* office now
Father: Sister Emina you
are in charge of Ava now I need to go speak with Mother Love-Joy
Emina: Yes father
Father Love-Joy *rushes over
Mother Love-joy and the quickly make their way to his office. He takes a seat behind his desk whilst Mother Love-Joy paces.* What is? It what’s wrong? Why do you pace?
Mother: Father he is no longer
Don Juan DeMarco the worlds greatest lover he is Mark the worlds most temperamental teenager *screams* What are we going to
do is there any thing that can bring him back
Father: *putting his finger
on his lip* Oh Sweet DeMarco what are we going to do every things going wrong. *He now joins her in pacing* we cannot tell
Ava that will send her over the edge and I cant cope with her crying any more.
Mother: He was crying over
a skate board a SKATE BOARD not his lost love *shakes her head* He told me to be quite about love he’s a monster how
can he deny love when he has been given so much.
Father: Please don’t
tell me any more I don’t think I could cope
Mother: That horrible hag
has done this, she has brainwashed my son, he is not Mark, I would never name my son Mark, and he was talking with an American
accent Father AN AMERICAN ACCENT.
Father: Oh stop please stop….
he’s lost his accent…. all is lost now mother all is lost *he sits on the floor and rocks back and forth* all
is lost…. all is lost.
Mother: Father snap out of
it there is no time to panic we can get through this but how….
Father: I have no idea no
idea at all
Mother: There must be something
in this damn book *flicking through the pages* there is nothing I no longer have a son… Did I tell you I disowned him?
Father: you did what
Mother: I disowned Mark he
is not my son my son is Don Juan DeMarco the great lover not the skater boy.
At From
Hell Court:
Isabella: *as she walks towards home, the streets seem even darker than usual, but tonight it doesn’t bother
her … she hasn’t seen Delano since that night or heard anything from him, so she is hopeful that he is honouring
her request to leave her alone. And she is finally starting to feel comfortable in the Court again. Besides, nothing can get her down tonight. Abberline didn’t show up at the Office, so she got to
spend all day with Hanson. How she managed to get through the paperwork is a
mystery, but somehow they found time for work in between flirting and stolen glances. After
work they went to Chez Roux for dinner and although it was an impulsive decision, it still felt very much like a first date.
Isabella smiles as she thinks of how he took her in his arms outside the restaurant,
gazed into her eyes, and told her that he loved her. Before she’d even
thought it through, she’d said it back. And then that kiss … She pulls her sweater tightly around her as she feels a cold wind blowing up; she
continues on her way glad to be home soon. Hanson did of course offer to walk
her, but she knew if he kissed her again as he did outside Chez Roux, she’d invite him in and break the promise she’d
made to herself about taking things slow.*
*Finally she reaches the apartment building, but as she stops to dig out her keys to let herself in, she spots a woman
further down the street. Something about this woman makes her hesitate and want
to take a closer look … there is something odd about her…something dark. As
the woman comes nearer, Isabella feels as if the wind is knocked out of her. An
image of this woman bent over her mother in a car flashes before her and her heart fills with terror. It’s her. Frantically, she tries to find the right
the key for the door, but her hands are shaking and she drops the keys on the ground; she kneels down to try to find them
while keeping an eye on the beast coming towards her. Realizing that she can’t
reach to get inside before the woman reaches her, Isabella rises and starts running as fast as she can in the opposite direction.
But she doesn’t get far; two men, their faces distorted and fangs gleaming
in the beams of the streetlights, block her way. Desperately, she turns to flee
down a side-street, but they are now coming towards her from all sides and she realizes there is no escape. Her heart pounding in her chest, she watches as the dark woman approaches her … tears form in her
eyes as she feels the demon sink her sharp teeth into her*
