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At Chateau Blanchefort:
Blake *drives up to the castle, parks
the car. He gets out, looking at the castle a little warily; finally approaches
the entrance, rings the bell, waits for response*
Wilson *opens the door as
immaculate as ever, but he's holding one ferret that tries to bite him, and his eyes are restless – and it seems that
he is even a bit disappointed that it's Blake* Is the Commander waiting for you?
Please come in. Excuse the ferret.
You can leave your coat and hat in the rack. Follow
me. *All in rapid fire and before Blake has a chance to reply he is already walking
through the great hall of the castle.*
Blake *watches him in amazement;
Wilson is usually
so cordial, though formal, but now the poor man seems absolutely harried. He
calls out to him* Wilson, wait! What’s up? *Wilson doesn’t
answer, so he walks rapidly to keep up, not taking the time to remove his coat and hat.
He follows him through the hall. He starts as another ferret jumps out
at him as he’s walking; the creature manages to get its teeth in the edge of Blake’s coat, hangs on, making an
almost comical whrrrring sound. Blake starts to laugh, then notices that Wilson is getting away from him; he quickens his pace, the ferret hanging on with great determination*
Wilson *before opening the
door to Portsmith's drawing room, snatches the ferret from Blake, but the little monster manages to get a piece of the coat
with him* I am very sorry. The beasts
have gone crazy since...
Portsmith *yells from the room* Wilson! If there is someone, let him in!
*quickly she hides the mag she has been browsing, it has Jack on the cover with a huge letters shouting: JACK UNCOVERED!
She decides she's going to sue the publisher. The magazine contains an article
about Captain Jack Sparrow, his history, what he likes and dislikes, a very quizzical interview and some pictures. But not of the kind Portsmith expected when she bought the magazine.
How the hell could that all mean 'uncovered'? *
Wilson *regaining instantly
his composure though the ferrets are twisting and snarling in his hands, trying to snap him*
Commander, Mister Blake is here to see you.
Portsmith: Really? I wonder, Mister Blake what you have on your heart?
*Wilson politely holds the door open with his shoulder for Blake, then hastily departs
to seek the third ferret*
Blake *watches the confusion
with the ferrets, smothers a grin, looks sympathetically at Wilson and nods his thanks to him as he leaves the room. He turns to Portsmith, removes his hat, smiles politely* Commander, I’m sorry to drop in like this, unannounced. I
was in town and thought I would stop by and see how things are going with you and little Cricket. Last we heard, the two of you were getting on well, we were real glad about that. *it suddenly occurs to him that Portsmith’s time of ‘community service’ that was foisted
upon her by Vice Mayor Lisa has probably expired and could mean Portsmith would soon be returning the child to la Maison de
Paradis. He adds* I hope she hasn’t
been too much trouble.
Portsmith *draws a deep breath* Too much trouble? Did you come to gloat,
you bloody scribbler! You have no idea what all she has done here! She has sneaked in everywhere and last, she had pried open my secret surveillance room. And she has been spreading rumors about me! *her voice rises
steadily* And now she has managed to irritate the ferrets by suddenly disappearing. But what more can you expect from a brat with Jack Sparrow and an unknown wench probably
from Tortuga. *she glares at him darkly* And I even taught her
how to design an uniform.
Blake *eyes
wide* Disappeared! So that’s
what those ferrets are so upset about. She does have a way with animals. *he pauses, adds* Commander, I didn’t
come here to gloat about anything, I came in good faith. I had no idea you’d
had all this trouble with her. *concerned*
I suppose I should get some people together, go search for her. *reaches
for his wallet, speaks to Portsmith soothingly* I’m sorry if anything here
was broken or ruined because of her. It’s only fair that la Maison de Paradis
cover any damages. *grins slightly* Business expense.
Portsmith *eyes light, but
she tries to act modest* You know that I am not after money. I just wanted to give that bloo... er.. pitiful kid at least a temporary home. I am afraid that she
managed to destroy some very valuable items, including my best feather. But I
can settle for a decent sum. You know that I am constantly thinking about those
children without parents and proper guidance. I am glad to do my share. So, when can I come to have my lecture about security and responsibility at the Maison
de Paradis?
Blake *looks
through his wallet, listens to her, thinks a moment; puts his wallet away* Tell
ya what, Commander, how about you provide us with an itemized list of things you need to replace? If this is a business expense, it’s probably best we handle it as such. When we find the girl, we’ll just take her back to la Maison de Paradis. We do appreciate you taking her on for awhile, I’m sure your efforts weren’t wasted. It’s always worthwhile to try to reach out to these poor kids.
*pauses, adds tactfully* Your lecture … I’m thinking that’s
a presentation you should have somewhere more, ahh, fitting than a mere kids’ home! A
venue that would be of the proper size … *his voice trails off as he suddenly notices her extremely tight uniform, the
short skirt and low-cut jacket* … er, that is, sufficiently grand to contain … *he quickly averts his eyes from
her cleavage* t-to contain your … your commanding presence. *clears his
throat, tugs at his collar* M-maybe you should plan an ongoing series of your
talks and lectures … *he stands beside her, one hand on her shoulder, waves the other hand before them as if indicating
something fabulous* … not just some dinky little house, but one of the town’s respected performance halls. No, make that THE most respected performance hall in Deppville, Infinitum Nihil Auditorium! You could call the show “Commander Portsmith’s Command Performances”
or “An Evening with Commander Portsmith” or somethin’ like that. A
one-woman show, think of it! Advance publicity, ticket sales … that way,
the whole town could hear your platitudes, all at once! Now, wouldn’t that
be much more better’n just giving a little chat at la Maison de Paradis, where the kids’ll be runnin’ around,
and there’ll be all manner of distraction from your … your words of wisdom?
Portsmith: Are you feeling hot? *moves closer to him and slaps him hard
and friendly on the back* Well done, Blake!
What a great idea. I really could expand it to a whole set of lectures!
I'll send you the bill, Wilson will make the list. I think I should start with designing a new uniform for the public appearances. This one will not do. Just look at that
cleavage, will you? It's the wrong cut.
And maybe I could cut off some inches of this skirt, what do you think, like this?
Burgundy is the right color to go for. I
have to go and write more lectures at once!
Blake *nearly
falls over from her slap, quickly regains his balance, smiles, relieved that she likes the idea* Yes, I’m sure you’ll have sellout crowds for every chat.
At holiday times, you could even schedule a, um, holiday message for the town.
*he blushes as she pulls her already-short skirt up much higher on her fishnet-stocking thigh, looks away* Ah, yes, burgundy – a very commanding color, if I may say so.
Well, I suppose you have much to do, so I won’t detain you any longer.
Have Wilson contact us with the invoice, we’ll take care of everything. *grins* After all, you’re much
too busy to be bothered with such minor details. First there’s all the
work you have to do in your job as a public official, and now … *nods, impressed* … speech writing. *puts his hat back on, tips it politely* We’ll see you
soon, Commander. *turns to leave the room, steps through the door, stops suddenly
at the sight of a ferret, sitting up on its haunches, gazing up at him inquisitively with its bright eyes. He nods at it respectfully, steps around it, starts down the hall*
At Chez Roux:
Ava *arrives at Chez Roux
to find the door locked she peers through the window to see if she can see any one but she cant see a single soul in there.
Ava can sense the presence of a man a beautiful man she can hear his music feel his passion the cravings start again and Ava
touches her stomach and she whispers* Soon we must wait. *she knocks on the door and a figure from the distance heads to the door she can make out that he is wearing
a hat and his long locks rest on his shoulders other than that she stumped. He unlocks the door and in deep but inviting voice.*
Ross: Sorry *he looks into
her eyes and he falls for Ava and he forgets what he was going to say* come on in I am not supposed to be open up yet, we
have had to close early there was such a rush this lunchtime. We *coughs* I mean *pausing again he cant get his words out
he has never ever had a woman who affects him this way* there is only me in every one else is out to get supplies.
Ava: Oh poor you all alone
*smiles* are you sure I don’t want to get you into trouble.
Ross: No trouble at all *smiles
he gets lost in her hazel eyes* any way I am practising my guitar for tonight me and Roux are playing a set tonight with a
lovely female singer from the band the Pralines she is amazing you should hear her.
Ava: Really *smiles at him
she can tell he is undressing her with his eyes*
Ross: Yes I highly recommend
her and her band too the pralines. Now what’s a beautiful lady like you, why would she be by herself and what can I
get you *he walks over to the bar
Ava *follows him* I was hoping to a buy a bottle of wine for myself I am having a quite night in with a friend
Ross: Oh I see would this
friend be male by any chance
Ava: Yes but he is not my
type I swear it’s only a thank you he helped me out when times were hard.
Ross: I see *he smiles but
he is disappointed* May I ask what is your name a beautiful woman such as yourself you must have a name.
Ava: *blushes* My name is
Ava and what would be yours
Ross: Ava, A –V-A
that’s a beautiful name *Ava blushes some more* my name is Ross, Ross the bar keep and entertainer extraordinaire *laughs*
Ava: Well then Ross I must
ask you what was that song you were playing it was beautiful.
Ross: oh it’s just
a little piece from a song I like maybe I could show you some more of it let it be like a private viewing.
Ava: *now that she is in
the craving grows stronger she smiles at him* Oh I would love to hear and see you play.
Ross: *looks into her eyes
one more time* You would? Well then Ava if you would please follow me downstairs *he has now developed a cheeky grin on his
face. Leads her down the stairs into the cellar where there is a wine crate and a guitar laid across it. Ross offers her a
wine crate and he picks up the guitar and starts to strum a little tune.* This is called are you thinking of me.
Ava: It sounds pretty are
you going to sing too?
Ross: If you want me to I
will.
Ava: I would love you to
I bet you have a excellent voice.
Ross: *starts to blush and
he coughs* Ok a one two a one two three *he starts to play the guitar and then
he starts to sing* Are you thinking of me / That’s the way it should be for all time/ ‘cause I’m thinking
of you / I’ve got so much for you just behind these rhymes of mine / See the house with the garden / And the rooms full
of light and grace / Joie de vivre, you and me/ Joie de vivre, you and me / Some words were just meant to sit side by side
on the page / Are you thinking of me / I’ve been seeing your smile in the air / And your eyes of sky blue / All the
rumours are true - You are everywhere / See the map of our world / It’s been rendered with lines of gold / It’s
a fine destiny / Love and cartography / Two hearts that collide sitting side by side in the fold / I watch the sailing ships
go by/ Their unknown courses intrigue me /Then the well-worn footpath catches my eye / And I walk and I run /And I walk and
I run to your door / Are you thinking of me / Never mind, I can see that you are / You’re a beacon to me / Through the
deep burgundy - Seven light years’ shining star / See the portrait of us / I could draw it with both eyes closed / Entered
late in the game / But the outcome’s the same / Our lives were just meant to be spent side by side, I suppose
Ava: *clapping her hands*
Bravo bravo more more that was great Ross I wish I could play the guitar *smiles*
Ross: *holding his hand out*
come her and I can show you *he hopes that she will do this as he longs to be close to her, to feel his body touch her body,
to be able to smell her he just wants to be close to her.*
Ava: Yes I would like that
a lot *she walks over to him*
Ross: Right you sit right
here * Ava sits down and Ross sits behind her* now take this *he hands Ava the guitar over to her and he puts her hands where
they should be.*Right I’ll hold you all through this ok *Ava nods* Ok *he takes Ava hand* I need you to put your hand
over mine *Ava can feel his hot breath on the back of her neck and it drives her wild. Ross falls in love with her more he
loves the way her hands feel so delicate and soft.* Right I’ll move my hands and you keep them on mine *He starts to
play the guitar and she takes her hands off his wraps her arm around the back of his neck she runs her hands through her hands.
He puts the guitar down and he starts to kiss her neck and then he nibbles her ear, Ava turns around to face him and they
start to kiss passionately, slowly they remove each others clothes and they have their fun in the cellar of Chez Roux*
Ava: *without knowing
it starts to whisper a song in his ear* Ya llegan las monjas, Caminito de Peronja, No pueden pasar, Por el río de la mar,
Pase una, pasen dos, Pase la madre de Dios, En su caballito blanco, Alumbrando todo el campo, Campo mayor de San Salvador,
Ya llega Perico, Tocando el pitico, Si no lo toca bien, ¡Que le den, que le den, Con el culo de la sartén!
*After they have their fun
they both head back upstairs into the bar area. She looks at the clock on the wall she still has plenty of time before she
has to meet her friend. Ross comes up behind her and wraps his around her; she quickly turns around*
Ross: what was that song
you whispered in my ear?
Ava: what song I didn’t
sing anything.
Ross: *decides not push her*
Oh they wont be back for a long time.
Ava: hey Ross I always wanted
to know how to make the perfect Martini.
Ross: I can show you if you
want but before I do let me put the shutters down I don’t want people seeing my secret recipe *Ross puts the shutters
down and he takes her hand and leads her behind the bar. * Right Ava this is the best seller *he takes a bottle of Vodka,
Chartreuse and dry vermouth and stands them on the bar, he then picks a martini glass, his cocktail shaker and he places them
on to the bar too, Ross puts some cracked ice into his shaker* Right Ava you stand here and I will stand behind you.
*he wraps he arms around her he rest his chin on her shoulder* Right take the Vodka bottle pick it up and *he watches Ava
and then he puts his hands on hers* Now we will pour together we need 3oz *Ava tips the bottle up and the vodka pours out
of the bottle.* Ok that’s enough we *Ava giggles* woo there *he laughs and he kisses her neck* That’s for pouring
too much in *Ava giggles some more* Right next pick up dry vermouth up *he watches Ava pick it up again he puts his hands
over hers and they pour the vermouth together* Hey are you trying to get the customers drunk *he laughs again and nibbles
her ear* your being very disobedient *Ava giggles*
Ava: I am just a naughty
girl *giggles*
Ross: yes you are very naughty
*laughs* now take the Chartreuse now only a little bit *he watches Ava pick up the Chartreuse and he takes her hands and they
pour together.* There Ava that’s just right *Ava pouts*
Ross: Hey not yet we aint
finished yet you must never leave a martini alone. Not long to go now. *coughs* right now put the lid on the shaker and shake
it wait before you shake let me just go to the front of the bar *Ross jumps over the bar*Now shake *Ava giggles* that’s
enough now pour into the glass.
Ava: *she pours it into the
glass* here you go sir enjoy.
Ross: *taking a drink from
it he coughs* woo that’s strong *he pretends to stumble behind the bar and he falls on the floor*
Ava: Oh dear *Ava sits next
to him Ross opens one eye, he coughs and closes his eye again and finally he sticks his tongue out * Oh my this calls for
mouth to mouth resuscitation *she starts to kiss him and they start to have their fun again. This time for sure her craving
has been met in more than one way.* oh dear Ross look at the time I must go.
Ross: *pulls her back and
kisses her one more time* thank you Ava don’t forget you wine *He holds out a bottle of wine and she takes the bottle
and leaves Chez Roux. She now waits for her friend to come*
On the river:
Raven *from
the small boat, pointing up at the sky* See that?
That’s a cormorant …
Chírilo *watches,
nods* It’s cool. *looks at
him admiringly* You sure know a lot about nature.
Raven *shrugs,
blushes a little* It’s ‘cause of True Dreamer, she taught me a lot.
Chírilo: How ‘bout your mum? Did n’t
you have any time with her?
Raven *shakes
his head* I didn’t even know who she was till … till not long ago. *pauses, adds defensively* But she could’ve
taught me. She’s an Indian, an’ a pirate!
Chírilo *comfortingly* Yeah, I bet she knows the same stuff True Dreamer knew. *looks out at the water* My family loved nature, too.
Raven *looks
at her sympathetically* It’s awful, when you feel like you have no family. *she nods slightly, still averting her eyes; he tries to cheer her* But you have family now, now that you’re with Manouche an’ Mr. Blake.
Chírilo: I know … I love them, but it ain’t the same.
Raven: I know.
Chírilo *hastily,
turns to him* Don’t tell ‘em I said that! I love ‘em, an’ I never thought anyone would ever want me.
But—
Raven *repeats* I know. I felt the same way when I was
with True Dreamer. I still miss her so much …
Chírilo: Yeah, but you found your parents. Mine
are …. *voice trails off*
Raven: What happened to your parents?
Chírilo *lowers
her head* I don’t wanna talk about it.
*Raven moves over to her side, shyly puts his arms around her. She sheds
a few tears, then quickly wipes her eyes* I – I’m okay.
Raven: I know how you feel, but this’ll be good, you’ll see.
Chírilo: Yeah, I know I’m lucky. *looks
back in the direction of Rartigillichal, smiles slightly* I do love it, I’m
real happy there. *turns to him* Did
I tell ya I get to decorate my room any way I want?
Raven *grins* Shoulda heard my parents argue about decoratin’.
Mother wanted green walls for Chiana’s room, an’ Father—
Chírilo *laughs* He wanted pink with flowers, didn’t he?
Raven *raises
eyebrows* Y-yeah! How’d you
know?
Chírilo: He looks old fashioned.
Raven *hotly* Does not!
Chírilo *laughs
again* It’s okay, that’s not bad, I meant it in a good way. *she smiles shyly, reaches over, dips her fingers into the water, looks down at the
ripples; adds* I think he’s real handsome …
Raven *shakes
his head, rolls his eyes* Girls are so goofy.
Chírilo: It’s true, he is handsome. An’
you favor him.
Raven *startled,
turns to scowl at her nonsense; then he sees how close she’s sitting to him, and he blushes instead* Oh … jeez! Well, I … *he looks at her again, and
the scowl he had planned turns to a self-conscious grin* Y-you think so? I – I do wanna be like him when I grow up.
I … *he looks into her eyes, his shyness suddenly falls away. He leans closer to her, they kiss somewhat timidly, then quickly part, both looking
straight ahead, eyes wide. Raven stammers*
Sorry, I … I …
Chírilo *quickly* Don’t be sorry. *smiles* You kiss nice.
Raven *glances
at her, grins, shakes his head again; then something on the riverbank catches his eye*
Chírilo, look! *he points at a dark, motionless form lying on the ground. Without a word, they both take up oars, quickly row toward it. When the boat edges closer to the shore, Raven jumps into the water and pulls it up to the bank, then helps
Chírilo step out. They cautiously approach the form, and their eyes widen as
they see that it’s a large, sleek black panther, sound asleep. Raven whispers
to Chírilo* M-maybe we better just leave it alone … *Chírilo nods, is about
to say something, then they both freeze as the beast makes a low sound in its throat.
It raises its handsome head, slowly opens its eyes, looks at them, mildly at first, then something seems to awaken
in the topaz eyes. The panther opens its mouth, showing gleaming fangs. Raven swallows as Chírilo grasps his arm, they start to back away. Then Raven looks down, and he cries out in anguish as he sees something on the ground between the big cat’s
paws: two hands, severed, bloody, and he recognizes them as those of his parents
– he sees the wedding rings he knows well, and he sees the small tattoo on Abberline’s finger. Horrified, he opens his mouth wide to scream, but no sound comes out. Just then the panther springs
to its feet, and leaps at Raven and Chírilo with a fearsome growl – *
Raven *yells,
shoots up to a sitting position, his face bathed in sweat. He looks around, terrified,
and his heart stops racing as he sees where he is – he’s leaning against the tree on the riverbank where he and
Chírilo had been sitting and talking. He sees the small boat, anchored at the
shore, and it all comes back to him – how he had asked Manouche permission to take Chírilo out on the river for a ride
in the boat, she had smiled and agreed, packing a few snacks for them to take along.
He looks to his side, sees Chírilo, also leaning against the tree, still asleep.
He remembers how they had chosen this spot for a snack, and after talking for awhile, he had grown drowsy in the afternoon
sun. He wipes his brow with his arm, greatly relieved; it was just a nightmare. He shudders; he can still see the panther, and the severed hands … *
Chírilo *stirs,
slowly wakes up, yawns, stretches, looks at him, smiling at first, then concerned* What’s
the matter?
Raven: N-nothin’. I … I had a dream.
Chírilo: What was it? Tell me, an’ I can
tell you what it meant. *proudly* My
mother taught me how to ‘terpret dreams.
Raven *mumbles* I don’t wanna talk about it. *he
pauses, looks around fearfully, then turns to her* Chírilo, did … did we
…
Chírilo *grins* I told you, you kiss nice.
Raven *blushes,
swallows* Oh! Well … sorry,
I’m all … *he runs a hand through his hair, confused* I don’t
know what was the dream an’ what wasn’t.
Chírilo *concerned,
puts a hand on his arm* Why don’t you tell me about it?
Raven *shakes
his head, hesitates, looks at her again* D-did we talk about your parents?
Chírilo *frowns* I told you I don’t wanna talk about them.
*she stands up, starts packing up the snack basket they’d brought*
Raven *mumbles
to himself* I guess we did. *he
stands up, starts helping her, she looks at him coldly* Chírilo, I’m sorry. I won’t say nothin’ about ‘em again.
*she says nothing, continues to pack things away. He scratches his head,
watching her, then he brightens* You wanna see a secret place? Nobody knows about it but me. I’d like to share it with
you. *she stops her work, looks at him with interest* Then it’ll be our secret, just you an’ me, an’ no one else. *then, unaware of what he’s doing, he smiles at her with all his father’s charm* Savvy?
Chírilo *melts,
smiles back* Savvy.
Raven *gallantly
reaches for her hand, helps her up, and he tries not to blush furiously as she swoops in and kisses his cheek quickly. He picks up the basket, leads her to the boat, helps her in. She takes the basket, sets it on the deck of the boat as he pushes it away from the shore. He jumps in, takes up the oars, starts rowing. He pauses only
for a moment as he thinks he hears something, very faint, a malevolent woman’s laugh; he swallows, then he sees Chírilo
beaming at him. He looks up at the sunny sky, and resolutely shakes off the eerie
feeling. He smiles back at Chírilo, continues rowing, into the current, toward town*
At From Hell Court:
Sweeney
*enters From Hell court as soon as he enters, a red headed harlot catches his eye. This will be his next of course it will
be all beauty must die and he will save her from this misery. Sweeney walks over to her the red headed harlot and he leads
her away to Mrs Lovett’s pie shop. The harlot does not say a word she just follows he has wealth so she trusts him.
Now she doesn’t listen to rumours of a man who kills women she needs the money to fund her habit. Sweeney leads her
up the stairs into his room Sweeney becomes the gentleman and takes her jacket off well that’s what she thinks. Sweeney
pulls out his razor and slits her throat the harlot falls to the ground lifeless. Sweeney heads downstairs without a drop
of blood on him. He pops his head around Mrs Lovett’s door.* There’s
some more meat upstairs for you.
Mrs Lovett:
*smiles* Good stock was falling fast. *With that Sweeney makes his way back to
Stratford Castle*
At Pirate’s Cove:
Kat *Smiling steps into Abby’s arms.* If I do, will I be findin'
buried treasure? *Over his shoulder a movement at the window catches her eye.
Stepping away from him she adds* Mayhap
after I fetch some of that fruit. Wouldna want ye te be losin' yer strength at
no inopportune moment now would we. *Leading back to the bed and gently pressing
him down* You rest luv. I'll be
back soon 'nuff and after the fruit then we can 'ave a lil treasure 'unt. *Leaves
the house and spots the one she saw at the window motioning her over to the shadows of the trees and crosses to her.* What are ye doin' 'ere??
Pansy Fae: Ye dropped sumpen dearie when ye run off fro' my place. *Holding out a small leather beaded pouch* It
belonged te one dear te ye. One of great power.
Kat *Snatches it away gripping it tightly* I owe ye. I be most grateful. *Reaching in her pocket in search of coin.*
Pansy Fae *Grabs her arm* That's not what I come for, luv. *Glancing at the pouch* That thing give me a vision it did.
A 'orrible seein'. The one that
once owned that is nay at rest. 'er spirit cries out for peace. 'er dead body walks and be bound to 'nuthers will. If ye care
for 'er still, ye must release 'er fro' the e'il one.
Kat *Drawing
her sword* Then be tellin' me where and I'll be for sendin' someone te 'ell.
Pansy Fae
*Shrilly* No, ye go rushin' in like a fool and ye'll be dead and t'would change
nuthin' and 'elp no one!!
Kat: Then 'ow am I te 'elp??
Pansy Fae:
By bidin' yer time. The walkin'
dead got no will of their own and they're powerful strong and that one what raised 'er be pure e'il. It'll take cunnin' and courage when the time comes. But till
then learn all ye can any way ye can and keep salt about yer person.
Kat: Salt??
Pansy Fae:
That's right luv, salt. Zombies
can be temporarily be reminded o' their mortality by the taste o' salt and return to their grave.
Kat: Great!! I'm suppose te force feed my zombified
mother salt!!!
Pansy Fae
*Shaking her head.* It'd be only a short respite.
She'd just rise up 'gain. Find someone what 'as the knowledge o'such things
and learn fro' them. I must go. *Turns
away and practically runs away*
Kat *Screaming after her* Wait!!
'ow the 'ell do I go 'bout findin' a blasted Zombie expert in Deppville??? *But Pansy has disappeared. Kat stands
shivering for several long minutes then remembers Abby. Reluctantly places the
pouch in her pocket and continues toward the area where the fruit grows.*
At Mort and Mary’s:
Ichy *feels his mother's
gentle cool fingers on his forehead, and the big blue sky of her garden above him, and his mother leaning over him, smiling,
and he starts to smile too – and then he is back at Mort's house, looking straight at Mary from a near distance. He blushes, rises quickly up* There was
someone in that mirror! I saw it!
Mort *Startled by his quick
movement, Mary is pushed aside causing her to fall hard on her back. Mort quickly
helps her to her feet and turns* Yes, Constable I saw it too. Like I said, it
has a hold on my wife. What can we do to destroy it? We must act quickly. *he glances over to Mary who is not looking
well. Suddenly she goes to the mirror and drops to her knees. Placing both hands on its surface she sits mesmerized staring into it as the two of them watch from a short
distance. Mort starts to go to her, when Constable Crane grabs his arm to stop
him* Mary, can you hear me. Mary, answer me, he yells. *He brushes off the Constable’s hold and rushes to her, grabbing her by the waist and pulls
her away. They both fall back with his efforts. Constable Crane helps Mort to
his feet then they turn back to Mary. Feeling drugged and confused she looks
up at Mort and Constable Crane as they huddle over her. She wants to tell them
what she saw but something is stopping her. There was a man this time, looking
out to her with such love and devotion in his eyes that it caused her heart to constrict with pain. She knows this man but can’t remember from where or when. His eyes were hauntingly sad, pulling
her to him as if he was a magnet. His voice saying, “remember me for I
was your love.” It’s a voice she remembers.*
Mary *visibly shaken, grabs
the Constable’s hand* Constable Crane, please help me!
Ichy: I am trying to help you best I can, Mary. *he gets up and
approaches the mirror again with caution* And no tricks this time *he mutters
as he takes a small can from his bag.* Now, there is clearly some ghost trapped
in this mirror. Therefore, we will pacify it with my own invention, ghost tranquillizer. Regrettably, it has been used as a drug, but it was made to repel angry and bothersome
ghosts. *he holds up and sprays the whole mirror with the stuff, it turns milky
white, and nothing else happens. Satisfied with himself he puts the empty can
away* There. It helped. Of course, it can't be used as a mirror anymore, but I don't think you would even want to consider that
option. I suggest that you cover it with a cloth.
Mort *With caution, goes
to the mirror. He looks back to Mary holding out his hand to beckon her. Slowly crossing the room, she takes his hand.
Dropping to her knees, she places her other hand on the mirror. She lifts
her eyes to its surface. She stares at the mirror but sees nothing. She can’t
hear anything either. She jumps to her feet to give Mort a hug. He spins her around and around as they laugh. Finally he sets her down in front of the Constable.* I cannot thank you enough for saving my wife!
I am forever in your debt. Please call on me if there is anything I can
ever do for you. *shaking his hand.*
Mary: Constable Crane *grabbing both of his hands* thank you! *Leaning
in, she gives him a kiss on his cheek. Walking him to the door, he quietly exits
with a smile on his face.*
Mort: This causes for a celebration! I’ll tell you what. How about we get dressed to step out on the town?
I would love to show you Chez Roux. I’ll even wear my new suit!
Mary *chasing him up the
stairs* Ok, but I’m getting a shower first, care to join me?
Mort *stops and runs back
down the stairs* I'll be there as soon as I throw a cover over the mirror! *he runs back up the stairs where Mary is just getting into the shower. Joining
her, they sound like the newlyweds they are*
At Pirate’s Cove:
Abberline *smiles to himself
when Kat is gone. She is just full of secrets ... Kat's island. There's the perfect solution - secluded peaceful place where no one can disturb them. A simple little house where the walls are unpainted and where you won't argue about what color to paint
them. A beach, the warm sea, the stars in a black sky ... *he shuts his eyes
and pictures Kat's secret island. He can see Raven wading on the beach and Chiana,
a tanned happy little toddler following her brother and screaming with delight at the small waves rocking her, and Raven watches
with care his little sister's steps ... And he can see a campfire at night, the calm dark sea and the thousands of stars dotting
the sky, and Kat, wearing her Indian clothes, sitting at the fire cross-legged cradling a baby ... And a little house in the
background in the shade of the palms. There is but one thing wrong with his visions.
He can't see himself. *
At Chez Roux:
Ava *still stands outside
Chez Roux it’s been nearly 20 minutes now she has been stood up and she knows it now. Ava smiles still clutching the
wine she doesn’t even know why she brought it she can’t drink it. She decides to wait 10 more minutes just in
case he arrives, when a familiar stops in front of her.* Oh sorry Godley. *she
holds up the bottle of wine* Do you want this I can’t drink it so it's going to go to waste. *smiles*
Godley: Ava? You look very good compared to when I saw you last time.
It seems that you have got yourself and your family matters into order. *looks appraisingly at the wine* No, we
wouldn't want to waste good wine, but *he glances at Chez Roux* I don't drink a whole bottle on my own. I was going to have a snack, but I got a better idea. We'll
share the bottle with some good chicken casserole and brown rice. I bought the
ingredients for Dylan and me, but then I heard that Malachi put him into a house arrest, and because I don't like eating alone,
why not come over to my house. I'll cook the food and you bring the wine? We can have a nice cosy chat. The truth
is, I have been feeling rather lonely lately, so I would greatly appreciate some company.
Ava: Oh thanks Godley things
were looking up and then they went down again but now I will not let myself get into such state. Now I have people around
me who care *smiles* That would be nice very nice indeed Godley it will be nice indeed *smiles* well if you are making dinner
why dont I make you a nice pudding? how about a sticky toffee pudding and home made custard? I have been told I make a mean
pudding *laughs* I mean I can’t just let you cook everything can I?
Godley: Sticky pudding? I haven't had that in ages. My missus used to make it for me when I was still at home. I
doubt you couldn't make anything mean even if you tried to, Ava. And just let
me tell you that you look just radiant today. I am so glad that things are getting
better for you. How are the kids doing?
Let me carry the bottle. *starts to walk with her slowly through the park
towards his house, and when they get to the door, he wipes sweat from his brow and let's out a sigh.* Blimey,I think that I am getting old. *he lets her in and
goes straight to the kitchen, starting to pull out pans and kettles*
Ava *smiles* what a beautiful place you have Godley such a pretty house *her eyes wander around* The twins they are
fine they are with their Father. *smiles* Now how is your wife she must
miss you when you are here I can imagine that you miss her too. Now Godley never feel like you are alone come to the convent
some time *smiles* we bake and talk it's good.
Godley: Of course I miss my missus. And sometime I feel very lonely
here, now that the Inspector has his own family, he doesn't have time for me. One
day I took one of those orphaned boys home. But I won't be sad and lonely today,
Ava. What convent is that? *he puts
the chicken in the oven* How about that sticky pudding of yours? Do you want an apron? We wouldn't want anything happening
to your pretty dress.
Ava: Now Godley don’t you ever feel lonely ok because I am just around the corner. *smiles* The convent of incarnation it’s a great place
*smiles* it’s all about love it’s not your ordinary convent. *Smiles* that’s
a grand idea Godley *he hands her an apron* Why
thank you your such a gentle man now why cant all men be like you. *Ava measures
out all the ingredients and mixes them in a bowl.* Do you know Godley that when
the batter turns a lovely shade of light yellow the mixture is ready now we must cook it. *smiles* your food is legendary
around Deppville I can’t wait to taste it.
At Stratford Castle:
Mistress Fiore *makes her
way down the secret stairs to the dungeon where her most prized possessions are kept. She carries a tray of food for
them as she makes her way there. The true merciless side of Mistress Fiore comes
to light. There are only two people locked in her dungeon, two people that could cause her world to fall apart. Throws the food in the dungeon* Eat
Lucy: *with a twitch* Benjamin is that you?
Mistress: *rolls her eyes*
Sorry Benjamin left many years ago you see he’s Sweeney Todd now my husband.
Johanna: I demand to see
my father you tricked him.
Mistress: Would you shut
up *she turns and looks at her* you will find he married me on his own accord *she holds her stomach* of course I told him
I was with child.
Johanna: that’s a lie
you were never with child
Mistress: Of course not why
would I want to be I hate children I despise them immensely *snarls* I had to get him some way or another I felt his
anger burn deep *smiles* you should see him when death becomes him such the man.
Lucy: *with a twitch* Benjamin
is that you?
Johanna: *cuddling her mother*
It’s ok Mother I will get father back.
Mistress: *laughs* You’ll
have to get out of this place.
At Chez Roux:
*He was seated at his favorite
tablet at Chez Roux, his back to the wall, in the far left corner. He had full
view of the restaurant and tonight the place was jumping. He signaled the waitress
to bring another drink while his untouched dinner sat before him. He heard some
murmuring and looked about. There by the entrance of the room stood Mort Rainey waiting to be seated. He sat up straighter in his seat* Well I’ll be damned. *glanced around to see if anyone heard him. He
knew Mort recently married and was among the “living” so to speak, but this is the first time he actually
saw him, not that he himself was out and about much in this Godforsaken town. He
could see some of the people saying hello as they started to advance to their table. Well,
another surprise, some of the townspeople actually talking to Mort. He was holding
a woman’s hand as she walked behind. For the walkway was narrow. Upon arriving at their table, the woman walked out from behind Mort and he had full
view of her. My God, he thought as something stirred deep inside him, I can’t
believe it. Mort Rainey dressed to the nines with a beautiful woman, presumably
his wife at his side. Mort, no longer looking like the deranged writer, but more
like the man about town. Lucky son of a bitch, he thought. Then he started to study her. He had full view of her face.
He feels like he knows that face, but from where? He finished his drink and ordered another. Once they have dinner,
I’ll go visit he decided, but until then I’ll just enjoy the view.*
Mary: Oh, Mort! I’m so glad we came tonight. *glancing around* This is such a beautiful place.
Mort: Yes, I’m
glad we came too. Although, I’m surprised so many people said hello! I am in full belief that it’s because of my new suit! *laughing as he brushes his lapel with his hand* You dress
me well Mrs. Rainey, and may I say you look absolutely radiant in that lovely red dress.
I’m sure these good people are accepting me again just to get a look at you. *leaning
over he runs his hand along her cheek softly and then kisses her*
Mary *with eyes sparkling
she catches his hand* You are my handsome prince and I will forever love you
with all my heart. *the waitress comes to take their order, smiling, she releases
his hand and they turn their attention to her.*
Mort: Excuse me love, I’ll be right back, duty calls! *he leaves
the table and she sees some people speaking to him then glancing over to look at her as he walks away. They smile and then continue on with their dinner. Her heart
swells to see him speak to others. Little does she know the man in the far left
corner is staring, never taking his eyes away. He watches as she shyly smiles
back to the people who nod her way. She is absolutely enchanting, he thinks,
and I shall write a sonnet about her. As Mort heads back to the table, he notices
the man in the corner staring at his wife. Frowning, he takes his seat*
Mary *noticing Mort has his
pouting look* Mort, is something wrong?
Mort *glances over to the
table in the corner and the man salutes him with his drink so he feels obligated to nod*
No, no of course not. There is nothing that is going to spoil this night.
Ah, here’s dinner! *they begin their feast*
Mary *finding she couldn’t
possibly eat everything on her plate* Wow, they sure give you a lot of food here,
don’t they? *the waitress comes to clear the plates off their table telling them she’ll be right back with
coffee. Holding hands and oblivious to anything around them, they look up to
see a man standing at the table*
Man: Mort, my long lost friend. *slaps him hard on the back* I heard you married. Is this lovely lady
your wife then? *Not waiting for an answer, he lifts Mary’s hand palm up and places a kiss upon it, then turning
her hand, kisses it again.*
Mort *Stands and throws his
napkin on the table, catching a look from Mary that says don’t get
upset* Yes,
*sounding tense* this is my wife, Mary Rainey. Mary I would like you to meet
Johnny Wilmot, a fellow writer.
Wilmot: Do you mind if I join you? *sitting down before he gets an
answer* I must say Mort, its been a few years now hasn’t it since we last
spoke, but then you did have all that trouble to deal with. *he signals for another drink* It is good to see you out at last. Now the town will have
another to whisper about instead of just myself!
Mort: Still drinking a lot are you? *Mary shyly looks at this man
called Johnny. He is good looking with hair down to his shoulders, but he has
sadness about him she decides. He must have been very hurt at some point in his
life*
Wilmot: Drinking? Well, of course, it brings me the inspiration I need to go on each day. *turns to Mary*
And you my dear would be perfect inspiration for any man.
Mary *quickly looks at Mort* Mr. Wilmot, it is nice to meet you. We
are celebrating this day and were just about to leave. *standing* I need to stop at the ladies room Mort, I’ll meet you outside. *turns
to Wilmot* Please accept our apologies but we are expected somewhere and really
need to leave. *she walks away from the table and doesn’t look back*
Mort *stands* Well there you have it. I’ve really got to go. I’ll see you around Johnny. *walks
away to pay his bill and meet Mary*
Wilmot *watching* Ah yes, you’ll be seeing me quite soon. *whispering to
himself*
At the convent:
Mother
and Father Love-Joy *are in the convent once again they are both still on edge from the previous weeks events. They hope that
the potion works still they are not sure. When Ava was last in nothing had changed nothing at all. They both sit around the
bottle of potion.*
Father:
Ana do you think we should give her some more?
Mother:
*touches the bottle* well I don’t know we did give her the correct amount.
Father:
*he re – reads the book again* well it says here that if there are no signs we could give her more.
Mother:
I suppose we could it wouldn’t harm them we could always try a lot more of the potion.
Father:
More that’s what I am saying Ana.
Mother:
I know Aaron but I am thinking lets make it more potent this time instead of given her one shot glass why not 12? As you know
it is our lucky number *smiles*
Father:
it sure is baby
Mother:
*giggles* have you been watching days of our lives again *rolls her eyes* too much of that programme and I will lose you to
it.
Father:
I can’t help it the acting in there is amazing.
Mother:
Aaron please back to Ava and our grandson.
Father:
Sorry Ana when is her next scan due?
Mother:
soon *smiles* we will find out for sure what she is carrying.
Father:
*smiles* finally is it me or is this dragging?
Mother:
All in good time Aaron good things happen to those who wait *smiles* she is 17 weeks gone now so that only leaves 22 weeks
now *smiles* that’s not that long now is it…
Father:
*with half a smile* I suppose *looks around* our nuns are awfully quiet I mean I haven’t seen Sister Emina in days *rolls
his eyes* and who knows what’s happened to Edna. *shrugs* she hasn’t been the same since Don went AWOL.
Mother:
I know how are the gifts coming along for the Commander?
Father:
Oh Sid and Nancy they are well I do hope she likes them. *laughs*
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