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At Arizona Dream Studios:
Blake *having
left Portsmith, heads toward la Maison de Paradis, then gets another idea; Gili. Gili
would be the perfect person to enlist in a search party for Netta. He turns toward
the studio, drives up, glances nostalgically at the little white house on the property as he parks the car. He emerges, walks over to the house, peeks in one of the windows, sighs.
Then he starts as he hears a sound; he turns, hears someone approaching from around the corner. He smiles as he sees who it is* Alphonse! I wasn’t even sure you were still in town. Where have
you been, what’ve you been up to?
Alphonse *smiles
cordially, then colors slightly as he thinks of Ava; it was the most daring encounter he’d ever experienced, he still
can’t believe he did it. He clears his throat, replies in as casual a tone as
he can muster* Why, not a thing! No,
nothing at all. I could ask YOU the same thing, you know!
Blake *arches
an eyebrow at him, answers slowly* Okaayy … *he looks at the house* Are you thinkin’ of moving in here?
Alphonse *glad
for a change in subject, nods* Yes. I
understand it’s been unoccupied for awhile, and much as I love Chez Roux, I figured it was time I have something more
homey. *nods toward the larger studio house*
I’ve already spoken to the owners, I can rent it for awhile, possibly purchase it eventually. I’ve arranged to help out around the property to help cover the rent.
*looks at the house* It’s very pleasant, isn’t it?
Blake *looks
at it, smiles warmly* You have no idea.
*turns to Alphonse* Manouche an’ I lived here before she came into
all that money. We’d been living on her ship for a little while before
that, so … this was our first home together. I’m real glad it’ll
be occupied again. It’s a great little house, it shouldn’t be empty.
Alphonse *looks
at him in surprise* Oh, I didn’t realize that! I’d heard about Malachi living here … and for awhile, I believe a Mr. Godalming was staying
here …
Blake: Yeah, Mr. Godalming. I don’t think
he actually lived here, but I think he stayed here for a time while he researched his book. I
think he spent more time in From Hell Court than here. *smiles* And of course, now Malachi is pretty much a permanent resident at la Maison de Paradis, with Miranda.
Alphonse *remembers
Miranda, and how her bikini top came undone when the two of them were alone together, blushes furiously; stammers* Well, I wouldn’t know anything about that! Ha-ha! Indeed, how could I? I mean … lovely
girl. You know, for that type … I mean … she’s … she’s
very nice. I mean, she's kind, she’s a very kind lady. *he finds a handkerchief, wipes his brow*
Blake *eyeing
him* Are you all right?
Alphonse: Yes, of course! I think … well,
I suppose I’m just excited about the idea of having a house all to myself. *smiles
nervously, quickly changes the subject* And how is Manouche?
Blake: She’s fine. You should come visit
sometime. Bring an appetite, she’ll cook for you. She doesn’t go quite so nuts as Miranda with the cookin’, but she’ll make sure you don’t
go home hungry.
Alphonse: I would love to. Thank you. And once I’m settled here, if the two of you would like to revisit your little honeymoon cottage,
you’re more than welcome any time.
Blake *nods* Thanks, I’m sure we’ll take you up on that. *looks toward the larger house* I’ve come to see Gili
about somethin’, so I’ll leave you to it.
Alphonse: Wait, I’ll come with you. I need
to pick up the keys, I just arrived here myself. I was just … I was just
walking around the place, looking it over. *he and Blake walk up to the house,
ring the bell*
Gili *answers
the door, looks surprised to see Blake* Blake!
I was expecting Mr. Corso, but … *smiles* This is a nice surprise.
Come in, both of you. *he brings them inside, to a smaller room off the main
entryway. He reaches in a pocket, pulls out a set of keys, gives them to Alphose* Here you are, Mr. Corso, the place is all yours.
Enjoy.
Alphonse *takes
the keys* Thank you, and please, just call me Alphonse. *starts to leave*
Blake *grabs
his sleeve* Wait, Alphonse, you may as well hear this, too. *looks at Gili* Gili, I’ve come to see if you could
help me find one of the kids from la Maison de Paradis, she seems to have run off. *to
Alphonse* Maybe you could keep an eye out for her, too. She’s about ten or eleven years old, the kids all call her Cricket, but truth is, her name is Netta. She was stayin’ with Commander Portsmith for a time. Believe it or not, it was goin’ well for awhile, but … I guess something went wrong, an’
she ran off. I’m on my way now to see Malachi and Miranda, find out if
she’s come back there—
Gili *interrupts
him* You don’t have to look any further.
She’s here.
Blake *raises
eyebrows* She’s here? Since
when?
Gili: She showed up here the other day. She
hasn’t told me anything, not even her name. But from your description,
and from the way she’s behaving, I’m certain it’s her. I was
able to find out that she knows Raven, but nothing more beyond that. She’s
one of the orphans?
Blake *scratches
his head, grins* Yes and no. She's one of the kids, but she's not an orphan. Her father is Captain Sparrow. We’re
not sure who her mother is. I just came from seeing Commander Portsmith,
she was pretty mad about some stuff Netta did in that big mausoleum of hers, but … well, I think I placated her. I told her we would pay for damages, and then somehow, from there, we got on
the subject of lectures … I'm not quite sure how that happened ... *shakes his head*
I guess I better apologize in advance to the whole town, ‘cause we may all become captive audiences for an upcoming
series of lectures from her.
Gili *laughs* Might be a good time for us to close the studio for a few weeks and take a trip. *he motions for them to follow him* Come,
I’ll take you to Netta. She was asleep last I checked. *they follow him through the house, hearing the sounds of recording going on behind a couple of doors,
then they enter the far wing of the house that comprises living quarters. He
comes to a closed door, knocks lightly* Little one, are you awake? May I come in? *he hears nothing, looks at Blake and Alphonse,
frowning. Knocks a little harder, then finally opens the door. The three of them look in the room, amazed to see the empty bed, the open window, curtains fluttering in
the breeze. They look again at the bed, which has been neatly made. Gili sees that her belongings are gone. He turns to Blake,
apologetically* I’m sorry, it looks like she’s run off again.
Blake *concerned* It’s not your fault. Poor kid,
somethin’s got her scared. I'll check with Malachi an' Miranda, maybe she
went back there. *he pauses, looks around the room, adds to Gili* Umm, Gili … is anything missing that you know of? We’ll
cover for it, you don’t need to worry about that.
Gili: No worries, Blake, such things don’t matter. More important that we find the child. If she’s not
at la Maison de Paradis, let me know and I’ll help you look for her. *Blake
nods, shakes his hand, leaves the house, closely followed by Alphonse. Gili watches
them go, then turns, looks around the room, shakes his head sadly* Poor child. *he looks at the window again, notices that the dreamcatcher is gone. He shakes his head again* May it offer you comfort on your
journey, little one. *he looks around one more time, then leaves the room, closing
the door softly behind him*
At Chez Roux:
Mort *Starting
the SUV* Wilmot will never change. I
wish he wouldn’t have come over tonight. *silently fuming, he thinks he
is such a ladies man, well he’s not getting my lady!* He wasn’t one of the first people I would have liked
to introduce you to.
Mary *Laughs*
He’s quite forward, I’ll say that. No
harm was done and I think he’s very lonely. We know what its like to be
lonely, Mort, so I’m trying not to judge. But let us not talk about him,
let’s talk about the future!
Mort *smiles
over at her and grabs her hand* That’s a wonderful idea. *Reflecting* You know, my brother will probably be back when
we get home. I want you to stay as far away from him as you can. Try not to be insulted by him, he’s going to try and egg me on to get me upset. He’ll use you for that purpose, I think.
Mary *looks
over with a puzzled look* Why would he do that? I
don’t understand. You are going to help him, why would he try to hurt you?
Mort: Well, he always thought the life of a writer was a wasted life. He hated my first wife. He doesn’t think I’m worth
much, I’m afraid. And he hates my success. That
about puts it in a nutshell. He is very involved in research but its illegal
research that he’s gotten himself mixed up in. Even with it being illegal,
he thinks his life holds purpose where mine doesn’t. I’m sure he
can’t stand the fact that I’m happy and at peace with myself.
Mary: He should be ashamed of himself! *laughs*
Well, don’t you worry Mort, things will work out. You never thought anyone would speak to you again, and look, tonight was magical. You looked absolutely wonderful and carefree and you did me proud. I
have never been as happy in my life as I am right this minute. *giving him a
huge smile*
Mort *pulls
over to the side of the road and parks the car, drawing him to her, kissing her and wishing they were home. Finally he releases her and starts the car.* God, you drive
me crazy sometimes woman and I can’t keep my hands off you. *puts the car
in gear and drives back onto the road.*
Mary *feeling
breathless* Take me home sweet prince and I’ll cure that problem you are
having.
Mort *pulls
in front of the house and sees that his car is back and the house is lit up like a Christmas tree.* Well, he’s back. *turns off the car* Now, remember all I’ve told you. Let’s go see what he has to say. *exiting the car, they go into the house.*
At the docks:
Captain Jack
Sparrow *peers cautiously from behind a large wooden barrel on the dock, waiting for two women to pass by. He recognizes them as a couple of wenches he’d had dealings with in the past. He hears their voices fade, rises up a little more boldly as soon as he sees they’ve passed
by without noticing him. He sighs with relief*
It’s
YOU!!
Jack: GAAAH!!!! *jumps, grasps the lid of the
barrel, rips it off, dives inside. He peers through a small knothole in the barrel,
sees a young girl staring, scowling at him. He tries to steady his racing heart,
slowly rises up, looks down at her, arches a brow* Aye. It’s ME. Sparrow.
CAPTAIN. Jack Sparrow. *spreads
his arms out, looks down at his coat front as if checking; nods, looks at her again*
So it is. If anyone were inclined to provide an argument to your raucous
declaration, my little bagpipe, it would not be me. Or, I. Me. *frowns to himself, shakes his head; looks at her again,
tries a smile* May I enquire as to the name of the bonnie party to whom I’m
facing and speaking to, then?
Netta *still
scowling, fixes him with a fierce eye* I’m Netta.
Jack *jumps
again, stares at her in amazement* You’re not!
Netta *hands
on her hips* Am too!
Jack *voice
higher* Are not! *her eyes flash,
she takes a step toward him. He backs away from her, despite the confines of
the barrel. Adds defensively* Prove
it!
Netta *hesitates
only for a moment, then remembers something* You used t’ call me ‘Meine
kleine Volkswagen.’
Jack *brings
a hand up, strokes his beard, repeats to himself quietly, trying to remember* ‘Meine
kleine Volkswagen’ …
Netta: ‘My little bug.’
Jack: Ah! *grins at the memory. He
looks at her again, and his smile fades as he sees she’s still glaring at him*
He leans back, then leans forward curiously; closes one eye, cocks his head slightly, examines her. She continues to glare at him, unflinching. After a moment,
he nods, satisfied* Well, fancy that. *quickly
changes his doubt to beaming adoration* NETTA!
My child, my own love! Blimey, how you’ve grown! *he jumps out of the barrel, comes toward her, arms outstretched*
Netta *yells* Not so fast! *Jack’s eyes go wide,
he turns, jumps back into the barrel, stares at her fearfully* Why’d you
leave me?
Jack *glances
around evasively, trying to think; turns to her, his expression hurt* Leave you?
You think I left you? My little
raisinette, you cut me to the quick! Nothing could have been further from my
thoughts at the time that I did that thing I did, what I did, which needed doing. *starts
to climb out of the barrel; imploringly* Try to understand, my little dust bunny
…
Netta *snarling* UNDERSTAND??
Jack *hops
back, remains in the barrel, holds a hand up* You’re right, you’re
absolutely right. You have every reason to be disappointed in your ol’
dad.
Netta: I been in all kindsa trouble! Bad people
tried to hurt me, tried to make me work at stuff I didn’t know how to do, sayin’ they would hurt me if I didn’t
do as I was told … I thought they were gonna kill me. If it hadn’t
been for Manouche—
Jack *raises
eyebrow* Manouche?
Netta *nods* She saved me an’ a bunch of other kids.
We were gonna be … *she frowns, trying to think of the word* We
were gonna be … ployed-ed … ploytted …
Jack: Exploited?
Netta: Yeah. *she shoots him another glare* It was gonna be bad, but she got us away from those bad men, off that boat …
*Jack leans forward as if to correct her; she snaps* BOAT, it wasn't a ship,
it was a bloody BOAT! *stamps her foot*
Jack *holds
hands up nervously* Right, all right, steady on.
Manouche, you say? *nods* Ah,
the Gypsies … very romantic race, they are. *smiles dreamily* I saw Manouche dancing once …
Netta: SHUT UP!
Jack *snaps
out of his reverie, crouches slightly* Faster than th’ speed of light,
darlin’! *he slowly straightens up again, looks at her warily* So … what’re you doin’ here at this particular juncture, if I may pose the question?
Netta *glowering* I wanna show you somethin’.
Jack:
Show me something. *suspiciously* Is that all?
Netta: It’s a BIG somethin’. It’s
somethin’ weird.
Jack *strokes
his beard again* Animal, vegetable or mineral?
Netta *rolls
eyes* Animal.
Jack *nods
again* Right. So, tell me this …
*he sees that she seems to have calmed down, decides to take advantage of the moment and slowly climbs out of the barrel* … This animal … is there … something that needs to be done about
it?
Netta: Yeah, I think so.
Jack: I see. Well then. *he’s quiet for a moment, looks out at the sea, then turns to her again* As my one and only offspring – *she arches a brow at him, he scowls* – that I KNOW of –
*continues* then you should be fully aware, more than most if not than everyone else, of your father’s fondness –
his penchant, if you will – for the occasional prudence of actions at certain times and circumstances. In short, taking care of number one. *grins, gestures to himself
with both hands* Numero uno. The
big ONE. Me, myself and I.
Netta: If you don’t come with me … I’ll tell the Vice Mayor an’ the
Mayor who my mama is. An’ I’ll tell Commander Portsmith, too!
Jack *smile
fades, eyes widen* You wouldn’t.
Netta *nods* Uh-huh. Would so.
Jack *stares
at her, then frowns, mutters to himself* Blast.
*he’s quiet for a moment, then looks at her.* Very well, my little
tax dodge, I shall acquiesce to your strident request. However, before we go
another step, I must insist on fortification of the distilled and sugar-caned persuasion.
Savvy?
Netta *narrows
her eyes, looking at him carefully* Rum.
*nods slowly* We have an accord.
C’mon, I know where we can get some rum.
Jack *expression
relaxes into a charming smile* Good! *motions
away from the docks* Lead the way, then … *adds warmly* … meine kleine
Volkswagen …
Netta *started
to turn away, turns back to look at him when he says this. She gazes at him for
a moment, then narrows her eyes, purses her lips, swings her foot back, kicks his shin as hard as she can. He howls with pain, drops to the dock. She cries out* Don’t call me that anymore!! Come
on, hurry up! *she turns away from him with an indignant air about her, storms
away toward town*
Jack *slowly
stands up, rubbing his shin painfully; frowns after her, mumbles* Aye ... right
behind you. *sneers* … my little dram of strychnine. *he limps after her, keeping a little distance between them for safety’s sake*
At Chateau Blanchefort:
Father Love-Joy *decides
instead of sitting around he should really take his gifts to the Commander. They have been in the convent for some time but
they don’t really fit in. Mother puts Sid and Nancy into a cage and she covers it up with a blanket they best keep them
covered until he has given her them. They make some hisses as they go into the cage but Mother does not listen to them.
She hands the cage to Father Love-Joy and she waves him off under her breath she mutters something to herself. Father Love-Joy
makes a slow walk to the Commander’s home he doesn’t know what to expect of her. When he arrives at the château
he knocks on the door as he waits for an answer. Sid and Nancy are now still in their cage. Father Love-Joy looks up to the
sky and thanks the stars.*
Wilson *politely opens the door as immaculate as if he hadn't chased wild ferrets all
over the castle* Commander Portsmith is occupied for the moment, but perhaps
you care to wait for her. You can browse the latest magazines if you wish. *He leads Father Love-Joy to a waiting room full with Austrian Baroque furniture and
huge paintings and knocks on Portsmith's study* There is someone to see you.
An unknown man.
Portsmith *puts down her pen* Blasted! You destroyed my inspiration about the importance
of the Guidance of the Authorities in Child Rearing. Humph. Show him in then.
Wilson *politely* I am sorry, Commander.
*he goes to the waiting room* You
can enter now.
Father *As Portsmith stands he
gets lost in her beauty. First he looks at her legs, then the amazing structure
of her fishnets, then how short her skirt, and then he gets lost in the wonderousness of her cleavage. For some time he looks and then he moves his eyes up to her face* Hello
*he takes her hand and kisses it* ah
such beauty such radiance such delight to be in your presence Commander.
Portsmith *greatly flattered,
beningly* On what business are you, Mister .. I didn't quite get your name? As a public servant of Deppville I am ready to help you in any way I can. I hope that the pirates have not attacked you or your family or the gypsies have been thieving. When they get caught they will be hanged. *smiles pleasantly* I do have of course a lot to do, from keeping the city peaceful to preparing a whole
series of lectures, taking care of my ferrets, investigating into a new strange building moved to my land without my permission,
but I can spare some minutes for you.
Father: My name is Father
Aaron Love-Joy *looks around* Strange new building you say hmm ... I am new in
town along with my nuns, we brought you a present Commander they will keep any unwanted guest away. *he pulls off the blanket
to reveal Sid and Nancy the Galapagos marine lizards* Meet Sid and Nancy *smiles*
if you have some unwanted people in, they squirt salty water out of their noses.
Portsmith: Father? A priest? *She
looks at him with more interest and respect, and is about to ask about the 'nuns'.
She hasn't seen any nuns before in this den of pirates and gypsies and no morals at all, but then she sees what the
guy with the odd name has brought* What!
Marine lizards! *fascinated, she looks at the animals, they are even better
than ferrets. She forgets immediately her lectures and Netta the pirate brat* Oh, they are just perfect. Lovely creatures! Wilson! Come here! We need a place for marine lizards!
Father: *smiles he is happy
some one wants them they have been the vain of his life* I am glad *as Wilson passes the
cage by his face he pulls away and pulls a Captain Jack face* you like them *smiles* some call them dragons. Do you know why?
because the breath salt water out of nose like dragons do with fire. *laughs* Father that I am a holy man as such ....
Portsmith *still staring
at the lizards* Really? Fascinating!
Wilson, did you hear that - dragons! They
look so beautiful. Wonderful creatures indeed. *she
can barely turn her attention to the man* Father, I have a little request to
you. Now, I am a devout Catholic and I have raised a little chapel, but I don’t
have any priest officiating there. I feel very bad that I have not been able
to confess in a long while. Though, of course, I don't have any crimes or felonies
on my mind, but I know that it should be done regularly. You must be Catholic
if you brought a whole convent of nuns with you. So, could you say Mass at the
church? And take confessions? Wilson, find a good place to the beasts and let them free. Find out what kind
of environment and food they need!
Father *looking like a deer
stuck in headlights* sure why not *he hopes it wont be that hard he has never done a mass of that kind … he has done
mass of other kinds but that’s a whole different story* Oh yes my child it should be done regularly… *thinks*
Don’t feel bad my child the father will forgive you *he takes a quick glimpse
down her top* He will forgive…. Oh he will… *shakes his head* Now a lovely lady such as yourself she would never sin would she? of course not such
beauty as yours you must be pure.
Portsmith *beams* It's more like a custom for me. Now, to think about this week,
I don't recall any sins to confess. *she frowns* Unless
you count that I used swearword or to, like 'Blasted' and 'Blimey', but it was just agitation. I repent my sins. *matter-of-factly* It was such a great relief to be quit such a burden, Father. *she
looks at her watch* And now I must bid you goodbye. Work calls again. But I am indeed very glad to have you and
your nuns in this little town. Maybe you can even influence the pirates! *and briskly she walks off on her high leather boots, the heels clacking energetically*
Father: Goodbye Commander. *watches her walk and under his breath*
Such a burden to look at such a fantastic body ... Father I sinned.
At Godley’s house:
Godley *looks at Ava admiringly
when she does the mix* And I can't wait to have a taste of your sticky pudding
... Sit down with me in the living room and share a glass of wine while we're waiting for the food. *he takes the bottle and leads her into the living room where they both sit down on the sofa.* Ah, you are probably the only woman who has ever said to me why all men can't be like me. Most women just despise me because I am so fat. But I am used
to it. *he looks her in the eyes but there is no trace of disdain in her
eyes, only something vaguely unsettling … he can't turn his gaze from her,
but he starts to feel uncomfortable, as though she was sitting too close to him, and it brings into his mind all kind of old
memories of the time when he and his missus were young*
Ava: Well those woman are fools Godley because you are beautiful now one thing I learned from my hus *pauses*
Don is that every one is beautiful for if it is true love they will love you whatever your size or whatever. *Ava turns away,
she can’t do it he's married her marriage is broken along with her heart she cannot do that to another. She knows what
the pain is like and it could kill Godley* ummm...*stands up* I'll go check on the pudding ... maybe I'll make the sticky
toffee sauce *she moves back into the kitchen and holds her bump and speaks very quietly* no, we cannot ...
Godley: That was kind words from you, but I don't have to care about those women.
I have my missus, and someday she will join me here. *follows her looking
worried* But is something wrong with your marriage? You can tell me if you want to. *he peers anxiously at the
stove* I think the chicken is about ready now.
*he starts to lay the table* I know I should not complain. Sometimes it's just so quiet sitting alone. I used to spend
a lot of time looking after the Inspector, but he doesn't seem to need me anymore. Oh
well, enough of these sad thoughts. Let's sit at the table.
Ava *looks at her feet* is there any thing right about my marriage just when something happy happens *touches
her bump* your world comes tumbling down before your very eyes. *Sighs* Godley I don’t think I could raise him by myself
*she sits down at the table* my husband gone AWOL and his child is affecting me and I have no control over it believe me I
have tried to resist it but he causes me too much pain. *She looks at Godley* Now you may say it’s my fault but I have
no control over it, I didn’t want to do what I have done, it’s not like I asked him to make me become like him.
*Sighs* but he’ll never understand I guess it’s just going to be him and me now. *Looks at the plate full of food*
Godly you know the way to my heart.
Godley: You are in the family way, my congratulations to you! I do
not know what's going on, but sure your husband will return when he learns about it. What
man would not be enchanted to hear about having a baby with his wife. Believe
me, I am sure of that. It's the greatest thing that can happen to a man *he thinks
for a while before adding* well of course excepting the birth of grandchildren. And
one of the most beautiful sights is a new mother! Don't think about it anymore,
a have a taste of the food. And *he winks* don't forget that you will now be
eating for two now.
Ava: *not letting him finish
she eats like there is no tomorrow* Godley this is amazing *she shovels more in* heavenly I must get the recipe for this ..
Ohh sooo good *pauses for a moment* Godley I was thinking my son is going to need someone with stability in his
life, he’s going to need some on to look up too. *pauses* He's going to need some to look after him *smiles*
would you do the honour of being his Godfather *smiles* I understand if you do not want be but he needs a good role model
and that is what you are *smiles and then proceeds to eat more* I mean that way you wont be lonely and you'll always be welcomed
to see him when ever you want.
Godley *brightening up, scoops
her a generous amount more on her plate, admiring her good appetite* Would you
really have me as a godfather? I would be very honored indeed and I hope I can
be of assist. And when he grows up I can learn him to play football. I don't think Don goes for that kind of things. *he eats up
the rest on his plate and sighs contentedly* How about that pudding now?
Ava: *smiles* Good
well then that’s settled welcome to the family Godley *beams ear to ear* you can be from my side if you wish *laughs* I
would be very happy for him to have you as part of his life *pauses* no Don will be too obsessed teaching him
the ways of the lover *rolls her eyes* I just want him to be a child for long as possible Godley, children these days are
forced to grow up so quickly. *looks down at her plate* Oh my *giggles* I ate it all already Oh yes pudding I hope you have
room. *smiles as she dishes the pudding out* would you like custard on Godley
Godley: Pour plenty on the pudding! I do agree with you. This world is not healthy for kids to grow in, and I sincerely hope that he doesn't take after Don, pardon
me. I'll tell my missus about this, she will love it too! Maybe the child could even make her come to Deppville, at least for a while.
Ava: *smiles as she pours
the custard on the pudding* So do I Godley so do I, one day I hope for him to do something respectable maybe he could join
the force or something *smiles and hands him his pudding* Oh yes please share the news with her I hope it brings you two back
together. *Starts to eat her pudding* would you like to see my bump Godley it’s seem to have shot up over night *laughs*
do you know he is almost 18 weeks now he shall be 18 weeks old on Thursday *pauses* it’s so nice to speak about this
pregnancy I have kept it too quiet for too long.
At the convent:
Candy *sitting with Mercy
on a bench in the church park* Mercy, I don't know how to tell you this, but
- but you have to know the truth. Lady Ainsworth will be mad at me, but I don't
care. I've taken a liking to you and I really resent the way they are handling
you like a -like an object.
Mercy *stares at her with her innocent blue eyes* Who?
Truth about what? *she considers
Candy's words for a while with a grave face* I do think what you mean, and I'd
better straighten some misunderstandings first. I do like you very much too.
You must be referring to the Inspector and his reputation with the - the -those
horrible drugs, but Lady Ainsworth has been kind enough to enlighten me already, and who knows a man better than a mother
or sister? I know what he has been living through, and even though I am very
much against all drugs, it is understandable that he has sought oblivion and comfort. It's
nothing a wife can't put in order, he just needs the support and help of a good wife, and a cosy home. He is not a bad man.
Candy *sighs, listening to her* No
he is not bad, like his si... Never mind. It's not that I was going to talk about. You
and Lady Ainsworth, you talk about marriage, but .. The Inspector, he is married. Don't
you know it, you know that he has two children.
Mercy *happily smiling* Oh,
don't worry, Candy. That's not a real marriage he is living in. They weren't even wed properly in church, and he was forced to take her in because of his transgression
with her. Everybody knows how that wile pirate woman blackmailed him with the
children. But I will forgive her. You
must show mercy to fallen women. And it's the Inspector himself and his sister
who have negotiated this marriage with my mother. He needs a lawful heir, not
children born out of wedlock. I am very proud that they chose me and I am going
to prove that I am a good wife. I will forgive him all his sins, and lovingly
steer him to the right course, and I will love his children as if they were mine. Candy,
everything will be so great! And I do want you to be the nanny to my children
too!
Candy *sighs and gives up, looking at her happy little face. She
is like a porcelain doll with her flawless skin, her childlike blue eyes and her small strawberry mouth. There's something totally frightening about her, with her attitude and her total lack of experience and
life* And what if he doesn't part with Kat? He
loves her. What will you do then?
Mercy *resolutely, pouting* Candy, don't talk to me like that. Those kind of women can
make a man feel whatever they want him to feel, and men are so weak. Someone
needs to open up his eves. He deserves better. It's
not love, it's just *she blushes and stops* Don't you know what happens to a girl whose fiancé deserts her? I'll lose my reputation and I will never be able to get it back again. Mother would disown me. I just can't disappoint poor Mama! Nobody
would ever consider me as a bride. And I will be thrown out of the society. Don't try to scare me! I don't want to
go dressed in black for the rest of my life.
Candy: Dressed in black?
Mercy: A convent is the only option for a disgraced girl. Even
if I am not a Catholic, I would take the veil and devote my life to charity.
Candy: Oh!
*They both look nervously at the new convent that sprung just like a mushroom
from the earth. It does look pleasant, but there is something unsettling with it* I
am sorry, Mercy!
Mercy *smiles gracefully and a little mischievously at her* Please,
don't be! I know you mean well, but I also heard that you yourself are not indifferent
…
Candy *exclaims* Mercy! *she blushes* That's vile gossip.
At the Mill House:
Willy *sits at the kitchen
table, staring at his hot chocolate. He had the dream last night. Portsmith directed him to the door of his nightmare. Willy was afraid to even blink, honestly. Madame sits across from him, sipping her cocoa, watching him carefully. He can’t tell her what it was about. It was too terrorizing. He doesn’t want it to haunt her. But
what did it mean? Why did he have THAT dream? He slowly picks up his cup,
warming his gloves. He would have to ask the person who showed him the door.*
I have to go to Chateau Blanchefort today.
Madame *places her cup down,
eyeing him* Why?
Willy *stays quiet for a
moment, trying to think up a good reason* Pirate business. Rumor has it that since we left, she's taken advantage of it. I want to go and warn her.
Madame *sighs* And you need to go ALONE because?
Willy *smiles, stands up,
takes her hands, and pulls her up to him* Because we all know what you do when
you two are "discussing." I don't feel like breaking up a fight.
Madame *grins* I can be a
good girl.
Willy: She can't. I'm not risking it.
Madame: I know she can't! Look at her around you!
Willy: Darling, trust me, if I was even going to THINK about going to another woman, it wouldn't be Portsmith.
Now I have to go. I won't be long, I promise. And
if anything happens *he taps the side of her head lightly* you'll know. *she
nods regretfully. Willy kisses her, grabs his hat and straightens it on his head,
brushes off his coat, grabs his cane, and heads out.*
At the convent:
Father *returning from Chateau
Blanchefort, notices two lovely ladies sitting on one of the convent chairs.*
Mother Love-joy *watching
from the window, notices Father. To the nuns*
Ladies, gather around Father is approaching them. *The nuns gather around
the window to see Father Love-Joy try to recruit new nuns, he finally gets up to the two ladies*
Father: Hello there I am Father Love-Joy and this is my convent *smiles* beautiful view isn't it. *smiles* why don’t
you come in for some hot chocolate and a muffin it's sure getting nippy now isn't it?
Candy *surprised* Your convent? It does look wonderful indeed, but ... *she glances
first at Mercy, then at Cavalcanti's bodyguards who always accompany Mercy whenever she ventures out without Lady Ainsworth,
which indeed is very seldom.* I don't know if I can ...
Mercy *rises up,
blushes, curtsies* I am Mercy Amaryllis Iphigenia Clyde. Enchanted to meet you, Father Love-joy. I am really not allowed
to speak to strangers, but I am sure that Lady Ainsworth would warmly approve of me paying a small visit into a convent. Tell me, Father, how come, the convent was raised in such a small time. How did you manage to do it? I have been paying visits to this
small adorable chapel, but I have heard that there has been no priest so far. *she
blushes more* Excuse me if I am impolite, but I would like to know what church
you belong to. I have heard that the Commander is Catholic, which is very unfortunate.
*she notices her blunder and tears of shame appear in her eyes* I am sorry, Father. It's just that I myself am a Protestant.
But I do, of course, respect the faith of others as much as mine.
Father *smiles* Well why don't you come in for a cup of hot chocolate I swear you can leave when ever you want *smile as
he looks up to the body guard* why don't you wait out side I am not going to do any thing to her *smiles* I am only a simple
religious man. *thinks he's told Commander it Catholic and now he is about tell another person something different.* my convent is full of protestant nuns. *makes up another lie* ah well the father helped me move this convent he guided me in how to do it.
At Wilmot’s castle:
Wilmot *Sitting in his castle,
all alone save for his man-servant Alcock, decides he is not in a good mood. Seeing
Mort Rainey tonight was the cause of his unpleasantness. No, he mused, it’s not just seeing Mort, it’s seeing
Mort happy.* Alcock *bellows* wine! *feeling rather sorry for himself he bellows again*
Alcock, where the hell are you?
Alcock: I’m
right here sir *snickers* Here is your wine.
Would you be requiring anything more this evening?
Wilmot: Yes. *he spews* I require you remember your
place! If not for me, you would still be lying in the gutter. It is never too late for me to put you back there. It would
do you well to remember it!
Alcock *snaps his heels
together* Yes sir! *dryly* I
sincerely apologize if I have not shown my appreciation adequately enough for your approval!
Wilmot *rises from his chair,
staring him down* You are dismissed. *he
watches as Alcock leaves the room and mutters* Why do I keep him. *Then he remembers, no one else would put up with his treatment.
Taking the bottle of wine, he stumbles over to sit by the fireplace, for the night has a chill. He stares into the fire until his empty glass falls and he is fast asleep.*
Alcock *walks over to him
with a blanket* You will cause your own death if you continue this. *shaking his head* The world lies before you and you turn
it away. *covers him, then leaves the room*
At Elliott’s house / the convent:
Elliott *unpacking
boxes, stops to look around the kitchen, smiling, reveling in the wonderful feeling of owning his own home at last, just him
and Dawn. The house is small but cosy, just two doors down from the Barries,
and Dawn and Emma spend nearly every waking hour together, playing, running with the dogs, drawing, sometimes just reading
or looking at picture books. He smiles again, thinking how far Dawn has come;
not so long ago, she wouldn’t even speak to anyone. So much has happened
so quickly. As he opens a box of pots and pans, he thinks about Malachi, and
the pirating adventure they shared that resulted in his fortune, his ability to be free at last of Brandy, free to live peacefully
with his beloved daughter. He would have to take Dawn and go visit Malachi and
Miranda soon. Dawn would enjoy playing with the kids, and Miranda would make
something delicious to eat … *
Dawn *runs
inside, crying out* Daddy! Daddy,
come see!
Elliott: I’m in the kitchen. *looks up as
she dashes in, her face flushed with excitement* Come see what, what’s
goin’ on?
Dawn *points
behind her, hopping a little* There’s a new building! It wasn’t there, an’ now it is! Come see it, come
now! *she goes to him, grabs his hand to pull him along*
Elliott *laughs* All right, I’m comin’. *he
checks his pocket for his keys, follows her out, locks the door. They walk through
town for a little while; he smiles to himself, wondering what she’s going to show him.
His smile fades slightly as they turn a corner and he sees the convent* Wh-what
the … when did they—
Dawn *looks
up at him, triumphant* See? I told
ya!
Elliott *scratches
his head, staring at it* Well, I’ll be …
Dawn: Can we go see who lives there?
Elliott: I – I don’t know, sweetie. I
mean … I'm not sure we should just walk up and—
Dawn *insistent* But that’s bein’ a good neighbor, like you tole’ me. C’mon, please? *she grabs his hand again*
Elliott *grins* Okay. It could be empty, you know, so
don't be too disappointed if nobody answers. *Dawn shrugs, pulls on his hand;
he follows, they approach the huge door. Elliott hesitates, then knocks a little
warily, waits for response*
*Voices can be heard shouting
upstairs*
Mother: Sister Edna will you get the door please
Edna: *making her way down
the stair case she shouts up to mother* Just because I was a house maid for the
DeMarco's it doesn't make me on in here *laughs as she approaches the door* My child I am coming I am a simple old nun
Emina: *pops her head around
the door she has some flour on her face* Edna tell the rest of the girls the cookies wont be long now, they are just cooling.
Edna: *smiles* Ok now
I must answer the door *she makes her way to the door and she opens it. Sister Edna is surprised to see a man and a child
at the door. * Well hello there welcome to the convent I am sister Edna and I am one of the many nuns that live here. *smiles* Why don't you two come on in. Now I am very busy so you'll have to have a look around
yourself if that is ok. *with that Sister Edna disappears*
*Meanwhile, sister Emina starts to put the cookies on the
tray and she slowly makes her way out the kitchen door. Emina is paying very little attention to where she is walking she
is in a world of her own*
Elliott *watches
Sister Edna race away; calls after her* B-but Sister … I don’t know
if we— *he stops talking as he sees she’s out of earshot. He glances down at Dawn, who’s watching after her, fascinated.*
Dawn, honey, I don’t think we should just wander around in here without someone to— *his words are cut off as he sees a young nun coming toward them, carrying a tray of cookies. He brings his hands up to stop her, as she doesn’t seem to notice them and she’s walking right
into them* Sister, look out!
Emina *dropping the tray
of cookies she is still in her own little world* Oh sugared candy *Emina looks down at the cookies on the floor* I am so very
sorry I was in a world of my own *she bends down to pick the cookies up* Please do not tell father he says I am ever so clumsy.
Elliott *crouches
down to help her* Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone. *he looks over, sees Dawn picking up cookies, she looks at one longingly, starts to bite into it; he catches
her eye, gives her a stern glance, she reluctantly lowers the cookie, hands them to him.
He takes them from her, turns to Emina, smiles* I’m Elliott, this
is my daughter Dawn. We’d just stopped by to see who’s living in
this lovely building. We … we’d never seen it before.
Emina: Hi Elliott, hello Dawn. *They both touch hands as they pick
up the last cookie and Emina looks up. Emina starts to stutter when she
sees who it is* I .. I .. I’m called *she has totally forgotten her name* ... Umm ... *blushes as she looks into his
eyes they are even more beautiful then she could have ever imagined, she smiles and blushes even more. She feels her heart beat even faster as they both look into each others eyes.* My name is Emina
...
Elliott *smiles
good-naturedly as she stammers* That's a very pretty name, I’m glad
you remembered it! *he rises, takes her hands to help her stand up* I was surprised to see this place, I’m sure I don’t remember seeing … *his voice trails
off as he suddenly looks into her eyes, and though he’s amused at her blushing, he thinks to himself, they’re
the prettiest eyes he’s ever seen. He shakes his head as if to snap out
of a trance, mumbles* I – beg your pardon, Sister Emina, I … *he
looks down for a moment, trying to suppress his attraction to her; after all, she’s a nun. He looks up again, smiles kindly* If … if you’re
new around here, I would be happy to show you around the town sometime. Whenever's convenient for you, of course.
Emina *smiles* Please call me Emina …*she looks in his eyes*
I would like that a lot a whole lot *smiles his touch is so gentle she looks towards Dawn who is looking bored* Hey Dawn *couches down to her level* would you like to help me make some new cookies
*smiles* that’s if your daddy doesn’t mind *she looks back at Elliott* would
you like something to drink *smiles*
Mother *watching
with some nuns they pop their heads around the corner every now and then.* This,
ladies, is what I call love at first sight *smiles* Father will be pleased one
of his babies is about to fledge.
Emina: Elliot would it be all right with you if I changed into my normal clothes. *smiles*
it’s just that it’s way to difficult for me to cook in this outfit.
Elliott *shrugs* Sure, Sister, it doesn’t matter to me, as long as … I mean, I guess I
don’t know the rules … *grins a little* Sorry, I – I’ve
never met a nun before. *motions toward Dawn*
You’ll like workin’ with Dawn, she’s pretty good in the kitchen.
*to Dawn* You be good, sweetie, and do everything the Sister tells you. *to Emina* Thank you, I’d love
somethin’ to drink, maybe coffee or tea if you have it.
Emina: Sure we have every thing underneath the sun.
At la Maison de Paradis:
Ichy *clad in his best apparel,
walks to la Maison de Paradis and knocks on the door. The children are out playing
and he looks very intently at each of them while waiting for someone to hear his call*
Malachi *opens the door* Constable Crane! Haven’t seen you
in a long time, c’mon in. *he brings Ichy inside, closes the door* What brings you here?
Ichy *gives him a very serious
long stare, looks anxiously around, afraid that Miranda will pop up somewhere* I
will be frank with you. I want to adopt a boy.
Malachi *raises
eyebrows* You want to adopt a boy? *runs
a hand through his hair* That’s very admirable, and we sure as hell are
anxious for all the kids to have good homes. But I hope you understand that I
have to ask everyone questions about their decision … what made you decide this is something you want? And do you feel comfortable, taking on a child by yourself? Especially
a boy who’s had difficulties? *raises a hand* No offense intended, honestly, Constable. I'm sure you'd be
a good, caring father. But we’re responsible for these kids, so we have
to ask. Savvy?
Ichy *well prepared for the
question* I would not have trusted you if you wouldn't have asked that question. *he raises a finger* It is of utmost
importance to check the backgrounds and motives. I am sure that these children
are fine and in good care with you and ... um... Miranda *he glances once again around* but a home is a home. But *he stops for an artistic pause* I do have my selfish reasons for an adoption. This is not a whim. I have been giving a thought to these
matters since *an uncomfortable pause* Kat left me, and I now understand it is for good.
I am nothing compared to a man who abuses both drink and drugs and who treats her like ... *he sighs* I am sorry. I got carried away. But this decision of hers means that I won't experience fatherhood.
I will not accept anyone else as my wife, and therefore, I will remain a bachelor.
And, of course, this means that I never can have children of my own. *he
smiles slightly* And you will surely agree with me that I will certainly succeed
better with a child who is not a baby. *he hears a sound and jumps nervously* I hope that Miranda will not be in the way.
She had a grudge against me, with good reason. I believed that I could
- but it's impossible. Sir, what do you think?
Malachi *listens to him soberly,
pauses before responding* I see. C’mon
into the kitchen, have something to drink and I’ll explain how this has been working around here so far. *he brings Ichy into the kitchen, pours ice tea for them both, hands a glass to Ichy, they sit at the table* So far, we’ve had three adoptions, all to well-known citizens. The Wonkas took two of the children, one is with Edward Scissorhands *grins* kinda under the Wonkas’
supervision, and the other the Wonkas adopted as their son. The third was a little
girl, adopted by James and Sarah Barrie. In all these cases, Miranda and I were
involved in the decision-making, though the final approval came from Manouche and William Blake. This business is in their name, they’re the executives, so to speak.
If we ever come to a situation that requires someone above them to make the final decision, it’ll go to Vice
Mayor Lisa. Oh, I should also mention that each case started out with a trial
period, where the kids spent time with the prospective families so everyone involved could get a better idea of what it would
be like to make it a permanent arrangement. So in your case, that’s what
I would suggest. I’d say spend a little time with the kids today, see if
you feel a connection with one of ‘em. If you’re not sure after today,
then come back again tomorrow, give it a few visits, see how it goes. Then if
you connect with one of ‘em, and if you’re both keen, the kid can go home with you for a few weeks, maybe a month
or so. After that, we can have an evaluation, see how you’re both feeling
about it, and go from there. *pauses, adds*
As for Miranda … the trouble between the two of you is none of my business, but I can say that she’s very
fair-minded and she wants nothing but the best for these kids. As long as you
can show you’re a loving parent, she won’t stand in your way of adopting.
*he lights a cigarette, gives Ichy a minute to think it over* Any questions? You wanna go meet the kids now?
Ichy *sips the tea and nods
now and then, looks very disapprovingly at the cigarette smoke* These kind of
decisions aren't made lightly. I am prepared for all you suggest. I really do not know any of these kids, and I do hope that I would find someone who would accept me and
whom I could accept. There has to be a kind of - similarity. *nervously puts down the cup* Shall we go and meet them now?
Malachi *notices Ichy’s
disdain for the cigarette; he’s about to say something sarcastic, then he stops himself.
He’s been trying to smoke outside as much as possible, to spare the children.
And Ichy is here to give one of the children a good home. He reaches over
to an ashtray on the table, stamps out the cigarette* You’re right …
nasty habit. *stands up* Let’s
go find the kids. They’re probably out back. *he leads Ichy out on the deck, they look down at the lawn below, see the children all engaged in a game
of tag. He notices Dylan, calls out* Hey,
Dylan! Get the gang together, bring ‘em up here, all right? * Dylan nods, then turns to the children, calls to them; they all group together and dash up the stairs
to the deck. Malachi can’t help but smile as they all line up at attention,
grinning slightly. His smile broadens as he sees the girls stealing shy peeks
at Ichy. He walks up to them, speaks to them all*
Right, you lot, we have a visitor. *gestures toward Ichy* This is Constable Ichabod Crane, of the Security office. He’s
come to meet you all, spend some time with you. So I’d like you to show
him around, get to know each other. *he turns to Ichy* Constable, the girls are Erin, she’s the oldest … then Bonnie, and Cyndi. And the boys … *waves a hand* Dylan, the oldest, then
Len, Robbie and Ray … and Brian.
Dylan *steps forward, wipes
his hand on his trousers, holds it out to shake with Ichy* Hello, sir, glad to
meet you. *he hears Erin giggle, turns and frowns at her*
At the convent:
Mercy *blinks, to Father
Lovejoy* Protestant nuns? That must
be some - some different kind of Protestantism then, Father. I would indeed be
delighted to take a look at the convent. It's a kind of a miracle. It must be
holy indeed. *she rises up and looks questioningly at Candy* Please, Candy?
Candy *not a bit interested in nuns and convents, resignedly to the bodyguard* I will go with her, Ray, and I promise we won't be long. Lady Ainsworth is perhaps too strict.
Mercy *vehemently* Oh
no, she just guards my reputation. It's such a hard life for young girls. A glance wrong, a couple of words ... *to
Father Love-joy* I just can't wait to see the convent. I have never been able to attend a convent. Mama says that
they are Popist propaganda, but she is very firm in her beliefs. Shall we? *she smiles and looks at Father*
Father: Yes will shall *looks at Candy* don't look so bored *winks* you
never know you may enjoy it *grins* Ladies are you both ready *offers them each arm* Now to the convent shall we *he leads
them into the convent Father checks out the two visitors* Oh more visitors *he nods at Elliott and Dawn* Now where would you
like to go first how about the library or maybe the hall or if you wish you could have a nice warm drink.
Mercy *watching everything
with wide eyes* Can we walk around? Like
a little tour on the premises? *she smiles politely to Elliot and Dawn* What a beautiful building this is!
Candy: Sure.
I didn't mean that it was boring, Father, but I just promised to Lady Ainsworth
that I will take Mercy on a walk to the chapel. I hope she doesn't mind.
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