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Delano / In the Sleepy Hollow Woods
Delano senses Loralee has departed from their hiding place in the woods and
instantly open his eyes in the hope that his keen senses have betrayed him. He rises and rests on his elbows on the hard floor
of the cave and glances around it. Just as he knew even before opening his eyes,
Loralee is gone. He lets out a heavy sigh and lies down again staring into the
darkness of the cave thinking of his dark queen. Her continued obsession with
LaCroix fills him with so much jealousy he can barely contain it, and the thought of how that obsession has poisoned her mind
to the point of insanity fills him with a rage. He has considered on more than
one occasion to go out and kill this Manouche person that Loralee mistakes for Danielle just for a chance to salvage whatever
sanity is left in the mind of his sire and even more so, for a chance to take LaCroix’s place in Loralee’s unbeating
heart. But he knows it would be in vain. It
would only be a matter of time before Loralee would come across another woman that resembles Danielle in a small way, which
would be sufficient to awaken her rage.*
*His mind drifts back to the beginning; to
when he first met Loralee several centuries ago in France when he just another revolutionist hoping and dreaming of a better
future for France … and possibly more adventure than working for his father would provide. Delano had participated in a meeting that had been discovered and everyone had to flee … *
Delano ran down the narrow streets with the shouting of his pursuers urging
him on. He turned down an alley and pressed himself against the wall of a building holding his breath while the men ran past
the alley down the street. Finally they were gone and all he heard was the pounding of his own heart. He bent over, his hands
resting on his thighs trying to catch his breath again. Suddenly he sensed someone else in the darkness and slowly turned
his gaze; afraid it was another of the Kings’ men. To his pleasant surprise it was a young, beautiful woman with long
black hair and pale blue eyes that seemed luring in a way he could not have explained. The woman wore the fashions of the
aristocracy, which would normally have led Delano to shout something offensive to her, but there was something different about this woman.
Something mysterious, yet, approachable.
Delano slowly rose; his eyes fixed on the woman; he put on a charming smile
and approached her, “Bon nois Mademoiselle. Have your lost your way? A woman of your
stature should not wander into dark alleys. Shady characters linger here.”
The woman smiled, “Perhaps you will protect me Monsieur..?
“Delano at your service Mademoiselle,” Delano said with a wry smile and bowed. As he rose
the woman was suddenly standing only a few inches from him. “How’d you…?” he asked confused.
“One of many gifts,” the woman replied shortly. She gazed into his eyes, “do
you dream of adventures, Delano? I can show you things you could never imagine.” Delano, haven forgotten everything else but her hypnotizing
eyes and the sound of her soft voice, nodded silently. The woman smiled and suddenly her face morphed into the most horrific
sight Delano had ever seen; large pointy fangs and eyes
yellow like those of a beast. Before he had a chance to scream or run away the woman put her hand behind his neck and held
him in a strong grip as she sunk her teeth into his neck. He felt dizzy from the loss of blood and only moments before he
would have passed out she pulled away from his neck and loosened her grip on him. He fell to his knees, too weak to stand
on his feet. With her fingernail she cut herself across the upper part of her chest just above the edge of her dress; drops
of blood trickling from the wound. She grabbed Delano and lifted him up as if he was nothing more than a toddler and held him
to her chest, forcing him to drink her blood.
*Delano rises from the floor. He doesn’t want to think of the first night of his new life … his undead life. If possible, he would like to forget the confusion of waking up in a dark coffin and having to dig his way
out of the coffin and the dirt under which his family had buried his dead body. He
killed them for it that same night. Drank them dry of their blood, as he’d
done to so many since then.*
At Bournemouth House:
Abberline *looks at her,
then gathers her clothes from the door and gives them to her* But you must really
get a white dress for the wedding. It doesn't have to be a bridal gown, maybe
a jacket suit will do. Or a cocktail dress. Don't
you have anyone you could go shopping with? *frowns* Maybe we should go together so that I can choose a suitable dress for you. I
want you to look beautiful.
Kat *Sighs*
I don't qualify for a white weddin' dress, luv. It
be not fittin'. I'd feel foolish. Savvy?
I'll tell ye what, luv, ye pick out what e'er flipperys yer be wantin' me te
wear. But I get te visit that new "Vicky's Dirty Little Secrets" adult lingerie
and novelty shop and pick out what I want. Savvy?
*Grins*
Abberline: But it's your wedding, darling. It doesn't even have to be
a formal dress. Let me choose one for you.
*grins* And afterwards you can spend the rest of my money at Vicky's.
Take whatever you want. Shall we
go right away?
Kat: Aye, luv. *Smiles* Vicky's bein' a good mate of mine so I'll get a substantial discount, I assure ye. Savvy?
Shoppin’ in Deppville:
Abberline *looks at the window
of a fancy boutique showing only two dresses and nothing more* This is what we need, Kat *holds the door open to her,
but she balks at the sight of the boutique, he takes her by the arm and half drags her in ignoring her angry stare*
*There
are only a few racks with very carefully chosen clothes. None of them seem to have any price tag and most of them are
black or white. There is a thick white carpet on the floor, some big mirrors on the wall, a discreet white counter with a
hidden cash machine, not to offend the customers with a triviality called money, a big vase with one single white long stemmed
rose. There are two white stylish but not cosy armchairs and a small coffee table between them. There is a silver coffee pot
on the table and some thin porcelain cups, and some fashion magazines.*
Boutique owner *looks like she were a model,
which she probably has been, she is long and extremely thin, her patina blond hair done as perfectly as her discreet makeup.*
How can I assist you, ma'am?
Abberline *hastily pushes Kat into one of
the armchairs* Just sit back and rest, dear. *to
the owner* We are looking for a dress, something like a cocktail dress …
Owner *raises a finely shaped brow at Kat's appearance* Indeed. I see. Black is the obvious choice for
any occasion.
Abberline: No, I was … we were thinking of something
white. It's got to be white.
Owner: Very
well, sir. Black and white are never out of fashion. What style would you want?
Abberline: Classic.
Owner
*picks some dresses for him to see, deciding to ignore Kat completely* Directly
from Italy. Or would you prefer better this
one, from the latest collection of our own fashion designer Cavalcanti. His collection
was received with a standing ovation in Milano this spring. But may I suggest
that white may no be the right choice. *glances towards Kat trying to hide her
contempt for her* A cream-coloured dress would suit Madam's ... tan... better.
Abberline *looks approvingly at the dress the owner shows him, feels the warm and smooth silk under his fingers, embarrassed
by the associations the touch of the silk brings into his mind* Yes, this one
looks good. Kat dear, what do you think? *the
only answer he gets is a glare, he sighs* We will try on this one. Kat darling, you have to put it on to see how it fits.
Owner: Madame,
if you please … *holds the dress for Kat to see. It is a plain cream-coloured
tight fitting dress, knee-length, no spaghetti straps, but it is very low cut and leaves the shoulders bare. The silk shines and sparkles under the lamps.* A very good
choice, sir.
Returning to the factory:
Manouche and Blake *walking
back to the factory from Godley’s house, enter the city centre, strolling slowly, glancing in shop windows; come
upon the boutique where Abberline and Kat are shopping.*
Blake *sees them through
the window* Hey, look, there they are now.
I guess Godley will bring Raven back to the factory.
Manouche *smiles, peers in
window* No doubt Raven’ll manage to talk th’ Sergeant into a football
game first. He were keen on it.
Blake *grins as they watch
Kat and Abberline* So, I guess they really are getting married.
Manouche * laughs* I bet Kat’ll clean up right nice! *She watches for a
moment, sees the dresses the saleswoman is showing is showing them* Blimey, what
grand dresses … *thinks to herself what fun it must be for Kat, to bring
out this festive side of Abberline, to be able to try on fancy dresses, see the happy look of approval on his face …
*
Blake *looks at storefront* This
is a really expensive place. He must be pretty crazy about her to bring her here
to choose a wedding dress.
Manouche *a little wistful,
murmurs* Aye … I reckon he is, at that.
Ain’t it fine … that … that someone is able t’ make him feel like that again … to be
willin’ to share his life again … to want a child … Kat mus' be so 'appy, an' with a baby on th' way, too. I
wonder if she realizes th' remarkable things she's done? It's a fine thing ...
Blake *nods* It is. Sometimes I forget about the horrible things that have
happened to him. I still can’t imagine what bein’ trapped in that
box must’ve been like. And to have come home and found his wife …
*squeezes her hand* I would go mad if that happened to you. *pulls her close, kisses her cheek* I think it’s time
we put all bad feelings to an end with Abberline, don’t you? Make a fresh start.
Let’s go in and congratulate them, maybe offer to take ‘em to lunch at Chez Roux, or something. *starts for the door*
Manouche *stops him* N-no, love, let’s leave ‘em to it.
It’s … it’s a personal time, innit? Per’aps we
… can invite ‘em out a bit later, see if they're keen. After all ... she still don't even remember me ...
an' ... we don't know how he would feel about it. Let's not ... put 'em on th' spot at this particular juncture ...
Blake: You’re right. Guess I got a little carried away. I guess … with our own wedding comin’ up, it makes me glad for anyone
else who’s feeling that kind of happiness.
Manouche *grins* Yer a hopeless romantic, William Blake. Very good quality
fer a poet … an’ fer a husband.
Blake *puts his arm around
her* C’mon, let’s go back to the factory. *they walk away from the store* We’ll go through the
woods, an’ along the river, that’ll be a pretty walk. *pauses, then
adds in a low voice* I … I’m sorry I can’t do anything like
that for you … I wish I could take you shopping to a place like that.
Manouche *stops walking,
turns him around, kisses him deeply, gazes into his eyes* It don’t matter
t’ me, my love. I were floatin’ when we got married in handcuffs,
remember? *smiles* I’ll ‘ave
a nice dress, an’ I’ll be every bit as happy with it as if it were a one-of-a-kind from Paris, savvy? I’d much rather we use th’ bulk of our brass fer
th’ honeymoon, like we’ve talked about.
Blake: You still haven’t told me where you want to go.
Manouche *pushes thoughts
of Abberline from her mind, smiles* I’m thinkin’ on it, love …
I’m thinkin’ …
At the Boutique:
Kat *Glaring
at the woman, wishing she had her shovel. Snatches dress. Looks at it, frowns* What the bloody 'ell holds it up? Not them bitty string things. Jeez, look
at it. It be not decent and I be suppose to walk in it. How? Everything will fall out!
Abberline *hastily* Any other dress from the collection? A
silk one, preferably.
Owner *snatches back the dress, now with a clear look of hostility in her eyes, smoothes the
fabric disapprovingly* Yes, of course, sir. This one is a Cavalcanti from
the same collection. *holds up a second one, as tight-fitting and almost as low
cut as the previous, with short sleeves and a hemline above the knees. It is
made of the same silk. Perhaps you would try this on.
Abberline: Looks fine to me. Kat?
Kat *Staring fiercely at
the woman* I suppose iffen it's the best ye 'ave. It'll 'ave te do then, won't
it. *Mutters* I could do better
at Vicky's. Jeez!
Abberline:
I do like it. We'll take it. She can try it on at home.
Owner:
Very well. *takes a box and wraps
the dress in it carefully* May I suggest that you can buy suitable shoes …
*glances at Kat's boots* … from Elsa's. And you need a haircut for her,
absolutely, make it straight and shining, perhaps a little shorter. It would
bring better into view her high cheekbones. *snorts* Ethnicity is, in fact, in fashion now. *thinks, though I really
cannot understand why* And if I may say, a golden necklace would go well with Madam's colours. *hands the box to Abberline, mentions a sum that makes him blink twice, but then he writes a cheque and
hands it over to her* Thank you sir, have a good day. Excellent choice. *smiles at him* I can see that you have a good taste. *thinks, except in the
choice of women … *
Abberline *takes the box and Kat and leaves, frowns at Kat* Can't
you behave nicely even for a short while! Now, you are off to Vicky's. I will be waiting for you here in half an hour.*
Kat: I didn't like 'er. She were lookin' at
me like I were trash. I oughta go back and give 'er a lesson in manners. But I won't. I be off te Vicky's now,
luv. I'll show ye nice later. *Smiles
as she walks off in the direction of the shop.*
At Vicky’s:
*At the
shop, the girl behind the counter looks up* Hi ya, Kat. Vick's been wonderin' where ye were. 'es in back.
Kat: Fine, I'll go right back. *In back of
shop, she passes through curtains and enters office door behind them. Man looks
up and grins* 'ello Vicky. *Smiles.*
Vick *Stands,
grabs her and kisses her. She pushes him away* Hey,
what's the matter, partner?
Kat: I told ye before, it be only business ‘tween us, savvy?
Vick: Time will tell, luv. I been depositin'
yer share of the profits into yer bank account as we agreed. We're doin' very
well.
Kat: That's good to know. But things have changed
a bit. You must ne'er let anyone know 'bout our partnership, savvy? Also, I need ye te find someone trustworthy te act as temporary captain for me Apparition. I 'ad a bit of a accident and till very recently my memory were full of 'oles. Anyway, I wanta have a look at the inventory. I be in need
of a few things.
Vick:
No problem luv. I'll 'andle it.
Then maybe sometime ye can be repayin' me, eh?
*Grins*
Kat: Keep dreamin' mate. Just keep in mind
I own most of the stock. Savvy? *Leaving
office, she goes through a great deal of the inventory, picking and choosing what she likes. Thinks
these ought te do nicely. Leaves shop with her packages.*
At the Jeweler’s:
Abberline *happily unaware
of what goes on at Vicky's or should I say Vick's ... walks past the jewel shop where Blake bought the engagement ring for
Manouche, the one she apparently didn't want to wear because it was chosen by him ... feels a sudden sadness, and tries to
push Manouche out of his thoughts, he finds another jewelery shop and walks in.*
Abberline: I want to look at rings. Engagement rings.
Salesman:
Of course, sir. *Beams at him, but
Abberline doesn't even notice. He takes a look at the rings, but he has no idea what Kat would like, catches himself thinking
which ones on display Manouche would like. How would it feel to be buying a ring
for her … *
Salesman *waiting for some response* Sir?
Abberline: Yes, these are all fine ... I just don't
know what to choose.
Salesman: Perhaps you could describe the lady, sir.
I could help you to choose the right ring for her. After all, getting engaged is one of the most important occasions in a woman's life. We wouldn't want it to go wrong. *winks*
Abberline:
I suppose it is ... Describe her? A
dark pirate beauty. *smiles*
Salesman *grins* Oh! You are lucky, sir. In
that case, I would suggest this one. *shows him a golden ring with a set of rubies
and tiny diamonds, and a small black pearl in the middle. This is pure pirate
gold.
Abberline *smiles* Yes, it will be fine.
Outside the shops:
Abberline *sees Kat coming
out of the shop with a loadful of boxes* Looks like you found lots of ... interesting
lingerie. *peeks at the shop window, raises an eyebrow and forgets the shoes
for the cream coloured dress* Let's go home now, you'll show what you bought
and I'll have something to show you. And you really have to try the dress on.
Where do you want to get married? It
will be just a short and simple ceremony, we don't have time to plan any big wedding like ... like some others. I want us married before the baby shows.
Kat: 'fore it show's? Why luv, ye think people
still won't be countin' te nine when it's born, eh? As to the where … aboard
the Apparition, o'course. 'er first breath will be of the sea.
Abberline: Apparition? No way am I getting married on a pirate ship! I was more thinking about the chapel. I
won't have any rugged Captain performing the ceremony. And you are pregnant,
you might slip on the deck and endanger my daughter's life. You can't be a pirate
anymore, as I told you before. Why do you even want to keep the Apparition? You can't sail anywhere while you are expecting and after that you will take care of
the baby and of the home, you are going to have your hands full. I do want to
get married before it shows, dear. *frowns* I
can't imagine a pregnant bride. And besides, the dress won't fit you if we don't
get married right away. Now, we need two witnesses, I believe. Sergeant Godley will be from my side. Who do you want? Manouche?
Kat *Gritting her teeth,
barely containing her rage* But Manouche be a pirate, luv. I mean it be bad 'nuff te 'ave a pirate bride 'specially one with a bun in the o'en eh? Ye can't allow Manouche, mate. After all ye 'ave te burn,
scour and destroy e'ery single thing that makes 'er what she is, a pirate. Ye
don't want a wife mate! Ye want a freakin' empty zombie!! *Drops packages* Why don' ye just kill me? Oh that's right, ye be wantin' yer daughter first. *Turns
away* Leave me alone, just go away!
Abberline *rolls eyes, sighs
heavily, counts to ten, then he gently turns her towards him and puts his arms around her* I
am sorry, I got carried away. I am just so concerned for the both of you, both
mother and daughter. I am responsible for you both now. But.. all right, love,
you can keep your ship, but really, doesn't the baby come first? A ship is not
the right place for an expecting mother. *lifts her chin, looks her in the eyes* We'll
talk about it later. It's time to go home now, I see that you are getting tired. *gathers the packages up* I want you
for my wife, just as you are ... You can pick yourself any witn ... wait a minute,
you do remember Manouche? And the Apparition. Is
there something you still don't remember? What about Raven?
Kat *Looks
at him* Remember Raven? Did ye know
I spent most of the time I carried 'im at sea in 'idin'. 'e were actually born
aboard ship. I ne'er slipped once the entire time. I be more ought te trip on dry land. But I suppose that be
of lil’ interest te ye.
Abberline: Fine. Your ship is more important than I am to you. I see. *lets go of her* So
what is it really that you want? Take away my daughter from me, make her fatherless?
My interest is to look after you. Take
care of you. But you make it hard for me. Once
a pirate, always a pirate ... *smiles suddenly to her* And that is why I bought this for you. *he takes a little box
from his pocket, opens it for her to see the ring with all the stones sparkling in the sun*
They said it is pirate gold. *shakes his head* I won't let you leave anywhere ...
Kat: I want my daughter and I need ye. *Stares at the ring, gasps.* It be glorious! *Stunned* I don't know what te say. *Suddenly speechless. Looks to him* But why?
I don't understand ye at all. Don't suppose I e'er will.
Abberline: Your engagement ring. *takes the ring and puts it on her finger* Just that you know how important you are to me, and I want everybody else to see it,
too. I chose it especially for a pirate, see, it even has the black pearl ...
Kat *Tearfully* Abby, let's not wait. Let's do it now. Today. Get Godley and Manouche and a preacher and do it. Tonight could be our weddin' night, eh?
Abberline: Today? Believe me, I want it too, but … but there are
some arrangements to do first ... And where would you find Manouche and Godley just like that ... But we could practice tonight
for the wedding night and get married tomorrow. I don't even know where to find
a preacher ...
Kat: O'course luv. We can contact Aaron Monroe
te do the 'onors and call Godley and Manouche te tell 'em it be tomorrow, savvy?
Abberline: Good. It has seemed to me that you have been hesitating with
the wedding. I want it to be as soon as possible.
We need the rings, of course. And your shoes to go with the dress ... And I want you to have a golden necklace. And
you have to promise me you will wear the dress we bought. You are going to be
the most beautiful bride ... We could have the preacher come to Bournemouth House. *gathers
up the boxes once more* Fine, I can hardly wait.
Kat *Smiles* Lets 'urry luv, after that weddin' practice we can practice for the weddin' night,
savvy?
At the Wonkas’ factory:
*Willy
and Madame walk to Manouche and Blake's suite, arms linked, Willy knocks*
Willy:
Manouche! Blake! Anyone there?
Manouche *answers door, smiles*
Aye, we’re ‘ere, luvs. Jus’ got back from takin’ Raven t’ Sergeant Godley’s.
Lil' mate's goin’ to spend some time with his mum an’ dad, hopefully. *looks at them admiringly* Blimey,
look at th’ pair o’ ye, all dressed up! Where ye off to?
Willy
*grinning* Actually, we were gonna go to a restaurant outside of town.
Madame
*obviously excited* They only accept those who dress to fit in. We're taking one of the limos.
Willy:
Buttttt the only way we could do that is by ....
Madame
*smirks at Willy, then talks for him* We were wondering if you'll watch the children
for us for the evening.
Manouche *face lights up,
Blake walks up behind her* Really? Ye ... ye want us t' watch 'em fer th' whole evenin'? We'd love to!
Blake: So you two are
finally getting out for a night on the town! *puts hands on Manouche's shoulders* Honey, looks like we get to
be parents for a night. *to Willy and Madame, smiles* You bet we'll do it, we'll love it. You don't have
a thing to worry about ... just leave a number where we can reach you if we need to.
Willy:
Great, let's walk to their room and I'll give you the number *he leads them the way, all the while talking about the eccentric
foods the restaurant has, as soon as they walk in, he pulls out his pen and a pad of paper and jots down a number* This
is the number of the restaurant. If anything goes on, give them a call and ask for Mister Wonka. They'll contact
me immediately.
Madame:
*wearing the purple dress Manouche gave her while she was pregnant, it fits her perfectly* Now, in the meantime, Will
isn't much of a fuss, he usually has to be woken up to be fed. Try feeding him around the dinner hour. If he's
not up, wake him, but carefully. Chase can get fussy but all you really have to do is feed her then give her her pacifier
and she'll be fine. Jacob can get rather fussy all the time, usually I feed him then rock him....
Manouche *gazes at the babies
lovingly* Ahhh, no worries, luvs … y’know we’ll care fer ‘em
as if they were our own …
Blake *makes a few notes
on the piece of paper with the phone number* That’s easy enough. *looks up, smiles* Just go have fun, and don’t worry
about a thing. *nods to Madame* That
dress is perfect on you. *looks at Manouche*
You were sure right about the size, honey, it looks like it was made for her.
Madame, you look beautiful. *kisses Madame on the cheek*
Madame Oh thank you so much,
Blake.
Willy *checks his pocket
watch* Ah we better get going, our reservations are soon. *leans into Will's crib, kisses him on the head, then Chase
and Jacob, places his top hat on his head*
Madame *leans down, kisses
each of them on the head, Jacob grabs her necklace, she giggles and tickles his cheek a little, he lets go* Well, we're
off!
Willy: Mrs. Wonka?
*offers her his arm, she gladly takes it and they leave in the limo that waits outside for them*
Manouche and Blake *wave
goodbye to them, then return to the babies’ room. Manouche runs to Will’s
crib, picks him up, cuddles him* There’s me godson! Blimey, I do think he’s grown already, don’t y’ agree, love?
Blake *picks up Chase, nods* I think they all have … it’s like they grow right before your eyes.
Manouche *hears Jacob fussing* Ahhh, lil’ one, can’t ‘ave ye feelin’ neglected … *she
puts Will down, goes to pick up Jacob. He gurgles, grabs her hair* Hey! He’ll be a strong laddie, this’un. *hears Will fussing, turns, concerned* Oh, blimey …
*returns to his crib, balances Jacob, picks up Will. Will reaches for one of
Manouche’s earrings, Jacob grabs more of her hair* Aii!!
Blake *laughs, looks at Chase* Your brothers like to play rough, don’t they, tulip? *she reaches up, pulls his glasses off, tosses them to the floor*
Hey, Chase! *she giggles. He
tries to pick them up, loses balance, falls, manages to spin around so he lands on his back, holding Chase up, out of harm’s
way. She giggles louder as he groans in pain*
Honey? ….. I think I may have landed on my glasses …
Manouche *helpless under
baby hands grasping hair and jewelry as Jacob and Will explore her entire head, cooing and giggling* Not sure I can be of much assist at th’ moment, love …
At the Restaurant:
Madame:
*on the way to the restaurant, she checks her complexion in a mirror in the back of the limo* You think it was too early
to leave the triplets with Manouche and Blake love?
Willy:
*checking his watch again, begins to clean of the face with his handkerchief* No..They'll be fine. They're not much
Madame
*closes mirror, pats his hand* I think you’re right.
Willy:
*smiles* I know I am. *grins as he sees they've pulled up to the restaurant,
a man quickly opens the door and notices Madame right away*
Man: Mrs. Wonka! *trembles, grinning* So nice to see you, you look fabulous
as a new mother. *he offers his hand to help her out*
Madame:
Thank you! *takes his hand, notices the line of people outside the restraurant,
turns to the man, whose closing the door after Willy* Why are they all standing there?
Man: They wait to get in and in the meantime ...*cameras begin flashing* ... get pictures
and autographs. *laughs*
Willy
*grins, links arms with Madame* This should be fun *they make their way inside,
cameras flash every so often and they hear their names being called, he whispers to Madame* I
think we're going to be in the paper tomorrow. *Madame nods, they go inside,
the head waiter seats them immediately*
At the Wonkas’ factory:
Manouche and Blake *stare
down at the babies, all back in their cribs, smiling up at them. Blake holds
his broken glasses, Manouche has a handkerchief up to a bleeding ear; she reaches down to remove a chunk of her hair from
Jacob’s tiny fist, he laughs*
Manouche *looks at the lock
of hair* I’m beginnin’ t’ understand why Madame’s been
wearin’ her hair up so much lately …
Blake *examines his glasses* Ah, well, I have an extra pair. An’
I’ve been needing new ones, anyway. *grins at Chase* You probably did me a favor, remind me to get my eyes checked.
Manouche *smiles* Aye, look on th’ bright side, ay? Right, I’m puttin’
up me hair an’ checkin’ on bottles fer ‘em. *reaches in Blake’s
pocket, pulls his watch out, checks time* It’s gettin’ close t’
dinnertime … an’ we won’t even ‘ave to wake Will. *she
puts the watch back in Blake’s pocket, looks at him with a raised eyebrow* Y’
be sound with this lot fer about ten minutes, love?
Blake: Of course, I’ll be fine, go ahead.
Manouche *nods, smiles fondly
at the babies, leaves the room to go to the kitchen, stopping at their suite first to find something to tie her hair back. Goes to kitchen, finds the formula, starts warming it, gets bottles ready. When she thinks it’s ready, pours it into bottles, caps them.
Sets pan back on stove, picks up one of the bottles, holds her wrist out, shakes a few drops from the bottle onto her
wrist* OOWWWWW!!!!! *shrieks from
the scalding hot formula, backs up, drops bottle, slips on some spilled milk, falls to floor; one of the other bottles too
close to the edge of the counter falls, hits her on the head* Blast!!
Blake *yelling* HONEY, GET IN HERE, QUICK!!
At the Restaurant:
Madame
*reading the menu, the words are mostly in French, being in a fancy place, she decides to play the part* You know I don't really enjoy translating, but it still works for me.
Willy
*grinning at her, cleaning off his reading glasses* Same here. I'm sure
the food is delicious either way, dearest. *winks at her*
Waiter
*struts up to them, standing straight as a board* Good evening Mr. and Mrs. Wonka. May I take your order?
Madame
*reading menu* Yes, I'll have Sole Meuniere Le Dome.
Waiter
*jots down the order* And for you Mr. Wonka?
Willy: Fricassee de Poulet aux Movilles et Vin Jaune.
Waiter:
Right away, sir. *goes to turn,
then turns back* By the way, if I may say so myself, you look excellent in glasses
Mr. Wonka, and Mrs. Wonka, you look superb!
Willy
*nods* Thank you!
Madame:
Muchly! *waiter nods once, then
turns with a click of his heel and leaves*
Madame
*looks at Willy* Chicken eh?
Willy:
Couldn't refuse, love ... *stares into her eyes, kisses her hand*
At the Wonkas’ factory:
Manouche *races back to the
babies’ room, face pale, terrified, milk all over her, hair falling down* What,
what ‘appened? … *stops at doorway, looks in amazement at two naked
babies kicking their feet and gurgling, lying on a blanket on the floor, diapers and accessories to one side* Blimey, love, ye didn’t try t’ change ‘em all at once … *glances around, sees Blake
crouched behind a large chest of drawers. Looks back at blanket, it hits her
that there are only two out of three babies* Oh, bugger …
Blake *voice muffled* I can’t reach Jacob! Or is it Will?
…… I managed to diaper him, whoever it is, an’ he crawled off. Help
me move this thing out of the way, he’s clear back in the corner. I …
I think his diaper is caught on something … *Jacob-or-Will laughs from
behind furniture*
At the Restaurant:
Willy
*takes Madame's hands* So, have you noticed any change with them?
Madame
*sighs* Nope, same old same old. Will's getting a bit wise these days.
Willy: But he's just barely over a week old.
Madame: I know. That’s what shocks me the most.
*Willy laughs* What about you? How's fatherhood?
Willy:
Different. It's like wow. I helped create these precious angels. It's part of your reason to live.
Madame
*nods* You love it don't you?
Willy:
Absolutely. *looks up at the waiter who brings them their main entrees*
Waiter *places
each down carefully* Anything else I can do for you?
Madame:
Ah yes, I'd like to get in touch with the babysitters. Care to bring me a phone?
*Waiter snaps his fingers at a busboy, signaling for a phone, the busboy brings it right away* Thank you. *dials the factory number* Yes, it's Mistress.
Fetch Mrs. Blake for me. Thank you ....
At the Wonkas’ factory:
Manouche *takes phone from
oompa, who takes in her disheveled appearance with an arched eyebrow; she hands him a cocoa bean to keep him quiet; he winks,
hands her the phone, leaves the room* Aye, is it you, sister? How’s dinner, love? Everythin’s jus’ fine
‘ere. No worries at all! They’re
like lil’ angels!
Blake *from babies’
room* OW! Gimme that! *followed by baby laugh*
Manouche *glances worriedly
in direction of room, then smiles back into phone* Oh aye, it’s smooth
sailin’, love, to be sure! Now th’ pair o’ ye, don’t
worry about a thing, an’ enjoy yerselves. We’ll see ye later, savvy? *covers phone quickly when she hears a crash*
Ahh, I’d best run, love! ‘Ave fun, don’t feel ye ‘ave
t’ hurry back, it’s all under control! ‘Bye … *quickly hangs up, runs back to babies’ room*
Madame *hangs up phone cheerfully*
They are doing just fine.
Willy *observing his manners
best he can, carefully eats* Excellent. *drinks from his wine*
Madame: You think if
anything was wrong they'd tell us?
Willy: No doubt. They don't lie to us.
Madame: You’re right. *drinks her wine, looks at the glass* I'm
so glad to be drinking wine again.
Willy *grins* Miss it?
Madame *grins* Among other things ....
Willy *raises a suggestive
brow* Save that for later, love. *Madame
nods, goes back to eating*
At the Wonkas’ factory:
Manouche *sighs as she places
Will back in his crib; changed, fed, and sleeping* There ye are, sweet laddie. *looks at Chase, asleep in her crib, then looks over at Blake, in a chair, holding
Jacob, who’s just dropped off. She comes over, pulls up an ottoman, sits
next to chair, looks at Jacob’s little face* Blimey, love, that’s
a sweet picture, ye takin’ care o’ lil’ Jacob. *leans over,
kisses him on the cheek*
Blake *grins* It’s been kinda crazy, but … I’ve loved every minute.
Even though I broke my glasses, and I stuck myself with that damn diaper pin …
Manouche *laughs softly* Takes practice, that’s all. I …
reckon we’ll get plenty of it ‘round ‘ere. *gazes at Jacob
wistfully, smiles*
Blake *looks at her* You’re a beautiful mother, honey. Will’s
very lucky to have you … just as Raven’s been lucky. I know it’s
not quite the same, but …
Manouche *holds up a hand* No, I’m sound, love. By th’
powers … years ago, I never thought I’d ‘ave any children in me life t’ speak of. Now I ‘ave so many, it seems. Compared to what I thought
me life were goin’ t’ be like … well, I ‘ave so many riches.
I’m thankful … an’ I regret feelin’ sorry fer meself, when I ‘ave so much.
Blake: Don’t worry about that, anyone would understand. *slowly
stands up, takes Jacob over to his crib, settles him in. They stand gazing at
all three babies for a little while, arms around each other. He turns her to
him, kisses her* Congratulations, Mrs. Blake, all Wonka babies present and accounted
for.
Manouche *laughs* Aye, we did it. Jus’ one lil’ detail … *he
looks at her questioningly, she nods over her shoulder. They both turn and look
around the room, which is a disaster area*
Blake *looks at his watch* I guess we have just enough time to clean this all up before Willy an’ Madame
get home …
At the Restaurant:
Willy
*enjoys a Gratin aux Cevises et aux Amandes with his wife as their dessert, both staring into each other's eyes, minds reading
each others’. After they finish, he asks for the check and pays it with respect* Delicious. My sincere
compliments to the chef.
Waiter:
Thank you, sir. Your limo is right out front.
Madame:
Thank you. *Willy pulls out her chair for her, they both walk out, cameras
flash again, she immediately gets in the limo*
Willy
*tips the man greatly* Thank you.
Man: You’re quite welcome, sir! *Willy
tips his hat then climbs in, they drive off*
At the Wonkas’ factory:
Manouche and Blake *lean
against each other, exhausted, but pleased with the babies’ room. They
worked like mad to get it done in time, and it’s spotless – baby supplies all put away, spilled formula cleaned
up, everything the babies got into picked up and back where it belongs, floor swept … the chest of drawers pushed back
into place*
Manouche *murmurs* Looks like we made it jus’ in time, love.
Blake *nods* I hate to bring this up right now, but … why didn’t we get some of the oompas to help us?
Manouche *yawns* We ‘ad some brilliant idea o’ doin’ it all ourselves.
Wanted t’ prove we could, I reckon. *smiles* An' we did.
Blake: Yeah, I guess we did. *runs hand through his hair wearily* Listen, honey ... I know it’s your nature, pirate an’ all … but
maybe next time, let’s not be quite so swashbucklin’, an’ ask for some assist. We're still very new
at this.
Manouche *smirks* Ye o' little faith!
Blake *kisses her* Want to go back to our suite? The baby monitor is on …
if they start to fuss, we’ll hear ‘em. Willy an’ Madame’ll
be home soon.
Manouche *shakes head sleepily* Not jus’ yet, love. I want t’
watch ‘em a bit longer.
Blake *grins* You can hardly keep your eyes open!
Manouche *smiles* A few more minutes …
Blake: Okay. *he pulls a couple of small chairs over to the cribs,
puts one between Will and Chase, the other between Chase and Jacob* There, at
least we can get off our feet. *Manouche takes the one between Chase and Jacob,
Blake takes the other one. They watch them sleeping, smile at each other over
Chase’s crib* You’re right … I wasn’t quite done watching
them, either. *they watch them a few more minutes, then both start to drop off. They slump down in the chairs, finally fall fast asleep, Manouche with one hand inside
Jacob’s crib, her fingers resting against his hand*
A little later:
Madame *arrives home with
Willy, both a little buzzed; they head inside, giggling and kissing each other, they make their way up to the baby room*
Okay okay okay ... shhhhh. *laughs, smothers it*
Willy *laughs* I do believe you had one too many, my dear.
Madame: Do you believe SO?
Willy *giggles* Okay let’s check on the babies ... shhh. *quietly opens
the door, they both see Manouche and Blake out like lights; he laughs* Wow ...
Madame *giggles quietly*
Good ... all five are out.
Willy *laughs, takes off
his hat, walks over, pats Manouche's head, whispers* Sis, come on, wake up.
Manouche *stirs slightly,
looks up, started, falls out of chair* Blast!!
*calls over to Blake* Love, wake up … th’ proud parents ‘ave
returned from their date. *smiles as Willy helps her up* Ahh, cheers, brother. Did th’ pair o’ ye ‘ave
a grand time?
Willy: I say, cheery, grand old time. *laughs*
Madame *smothers a loud laugh*
Yes it was great, Manouche, thank you. Thanks so much for watching them. Did they give you any trouble?
Manouche: By th’ powers, not one whit. They was like angels. It were one o’ th’ most peaceful evenin’s Mr. Blake an’ I
have ‘ad in a long time, weren’t it, love?
Blake *nods* Oh yeah, they were just great. No trouble at all. We hope you’ll let us do it again real soon … *voice
trails off as he looks at Manouche; reaches up, pulls a small, red terrycloth baby toy out of her hair*
Manouche *surprised, looks
at Willy and Madame, grins* Well … there were a few moments that were a
bit … hectic, ye might say …
Madame:
*takes the baby toy, eyes it suspiciously* Are you sure?
Willy:
*eyes Blake* Blake, brother, where are your glasses?
Madame:
*arches brow, then looks at Will, whose no longer sleeping, but smiling up at her*
Blake *shrugs* Ahh, broke ‘em myself. Clumsy of me … it’s
a wonder this pair lasted me as long as it did. It's no big deal, I have another
pair in the suite …
Manouche *jumps in nervously* J-jus’ a bit o rowdiness, is all, luvs!
Natural in children, innit? *looks at them, sighs* Right, well, there was a few mishaps. But … nothin’
were broke … ‘cept Mr. Blake’s glasses … an’ Chase took ‘em an’ threw ‘em
on th’ floor, then Mr. Blake stepped on ‘em, that’s true enough. An' aye, one of th' boys went explorin'
a bit … but look – *she waves a hand at the cribs* Th’ babies are fed, happy an’ sleepin’ sound. I swear, nothin’ happened that put ‘em in danger. Ye
– ye’ll let us watch ‘em again, won’t ye? *looks at Willy
and Madame anxiously*
Madame
*both stand, surprised, mouths gaped, then both look at each other and speak in unison* Will ... *they look over at
Will, who still has a piece of Manouche's hair and is giggling away; Madame laughs* It's alright Manouche, we understand.
Willy and his son "explore" all the time. It's why when he's actually awake,
he's so excited. He thought Blake was playing with him.
Willy
*goes over, picks up Will* Have you been bad to Uncle William? *Will giggles, buries his face in Willy's coat,
then reaches out for Blake's hand* Looks like you two did well. Thank you so much.
Madame:
We'll definitely have you babysit for us again, Manouche. Thank you.
Manouche *breathes a sigh
of relief, Blake puts a hand on her shoulder* Ahh, cheers, mates! I were so worried … couldn’t bear t’ have ye think we’re irresponsible. We’re a bit inexperienced, but we’d do anythin’ fer ‘em, y’ know that. An’ we love ‘em so much … *looks over at Will, who stares at her,
then holds out her hair to her; she laughs* Noo, that’s all right, laddie,
ye can keep it!
Blake *reluctantly lets go
of Will’s other hand* We better go to bed, let these two turn in. *looks at Will* Try to let your parents
get some sleep, son. *grins at Willy and Madame, he and Manouche walk to the
door*
Manouche *turns around, smiling
at them all* We’ll do a much better job of it next time, loves. Sweet dreams, all o’ ye. *They leave, return to their
suite*
Willy:
They gone? *Madame turns and nods to him, he gives an eskimo kiss to Will*
You are so bad! I told you don't tease your uncle and aunt and what did you do? *They
both laugh* Come on, my son. It's time for bed. *places Will in his crib*
Madame
*takes down a stuffed sheep that was on a shelf above Will's crib, puts it next to him, he immediately grabs it with as much
strength has he's got* I don't understand why she didn't just give him the sheep ...
Willy
*shrugs* Come on, let's get some sleep. *they leave the room and let the babies sleep*
At Bournemouth House:
Raven *tossing football up
and catching it, looks up at Godley as they approach the house* You don’t
have to go right back home once you drop me off, do you? I was thinking …
*glances longingly at the large, pretty yard* … do you think Father would mind if we play some football here? I’ve been practicin’ with Mr. Blake. *looks at
Godley eagerly*
Godley: No, I wasn't anyway going back, I want to see how it's going for you and your parents first. *tries the handle, knocks, then peers in through the window* Seems
that they are not home. We'll wait, and as you took the football with you, I
know precisely how we are going to use the time. Come on! *walks to the lawn and gives it an appreciative look* I let
them plant the lawn with the same sort of grass they are using on football stadiums. It
makes the best of lawns. *grins* And
it doesn't take damage from a little playing ... Though I am sure that your father barely has noticed that he has a yard.
*takes off his jacket* So how are
you feeling about your parents now? Take the ball, boy. Let's see what practicing with Mr. Blake has done for you ...
Raven *shows Godley how far
he’s come along, running breathless on the lawn. Runs up to him after a
few minutes, breathing heavily* My parents?
I … I hope they’ll want me to live with them. Manouche thinks
they will, but … I don’t know …
Godley: You are doing good, so Mr. Blake isn't entirely hopeless. Never
knew a poet who could play football. I am sure that they want you to live with
them, but actually, you'd be in good care with Manouche, too. *looks to the street*
Now where could he be? Have I ever
taught you how to use your head in the game? That's quite literally, I mean ... Many goals are made that way. Now let
me show, if I still can do it ...
Shoppin’ / At Bournemouth House:
Abberline *to Kat* And you haven't yet shown me the shopping you did. *takes
her hand, they walk together to Bournemouth House, he tries to balance the boxes with one hand and find the key with the other,
drops them, swears – and hears someone talking* Kat, wait, there is someone
in the yard ... *he walks to the lawn and sees Godley and Raven, Godley has the
football in his hand, his back towards Abberline, but Raven sees him immediately* Kat,
Raven is here ...
Kat: *Enters
the yard sees Godley first grins and winks at him then turns to Raven. Smiles hopefully, uncertain* Raven, sweet. What is it yer doin', luv?
Raven *stops running, looks
at her, also a little uncertain. Glances at Abberline, smiles slightly, then
looks at Kat again* M-Mother? Do
… do you know me? *drops the ball, comes toward her slowly, staring at
her with his dark, solemn eyes* Sergeant Godley’s showin’ me how
to play football … *smiles broadly, throws his arms around her* M-Manouche
told me you an’ Father are getting married … I wanted to see you … I wanted to … to ask … *voice
trails off, a little afraid, not quite certain how to ask*
Kat *Tears in her eyes. Puts her arms around him* Forgive me
luv, for forgettin' ye for a moment. Football, eh? Isn't that grand. Ask sweet, anything at all. Just ask.
Raven: I … I wanted to know if … if I could come stay with you and Father … if we could all
live together as a family. *looks up at Kat, his large eyes moist with tears,
smiles* M-Manouche told me about th’ baby, too. I can help you, Mother. I used to help the mommies when I
lived with True Dreamer. *talks fast, as if trying to present practical reasons
they should want him around* We – we could be a real family, oh, please,
Mother? *looks at Abberline* F-Father?
Kat *Looks at Abby warningly*
O'course ye can, luv. Yer my 'eart
and none dare say nay.
Abberline
*who has been watching with some feeling of blue how Raven just glanced briefly at him and ran straight to his mother and
hugged her. He's about to turn to go when they both look at him; he shrugs* Of course. But are you sure that you don't
want to live with Manouche and Blake?
Godley: That's wonderful. Bournemouth House is finally going to be alive. *turns
to Kat* Raven needs his own room. Do
you want to do the decorating? And it seems that you are going to need a pink
nursery as well. *to Abberline* Oh,
and congrats about 'nothing special' if I recall your words right. When is the
wedding going to be?
Kat: 'e can visit Manouche and Blake whene'er 'e pleases.
*Turns to Godley* His room can be …
*pauses a moment considers the room at Sparrow lane. Doubts Abby would
appreciate such decoration. Sighs* I
think that decorating 'is room should be done by 'im and 'is father. *Grimaces*
'eaven forbid, I wouldna decorate a doghouse in pink. *Shuddering*
Godley:
But I heard it is a baby girl. *somewhat
offended* My girl got a pink room and she just loved it. Er … are you really going to move in?
Abberline *interrupting him* Yes she is. The wedding is tomorrow. *to Kat* There is already a room for him, what decorating would it need. It's
ready.
Godley: Tomorrow? *looks
at them both* Isn't that a bit fast? So
I won't be needed here anymore, if Kat is going to take care of the household from now on. I
hope you like the way the house is now.
Kat: If it pleases Raven, so be it. *Speaking
to Godley* O'course yer more than welcome 'ere when e'er the notion takes ye.
I be not much of a cook though, so be forewarned.
Abberline
*abruptly* I have to take the shoppings in. *turns
and leaves, casting one more glance at Raven and Kat*
Raven
*watches Abberline go, looks up at Kat and Godley* Is Father all right? I didn’t do anything wrong, did I?
Kat: No, luv. Ye done naught wrong. Ye stay out 'ere and play some more of that football, eh? *Follows
Abby inside, closes door. Finds him putting away packages.* Ye gonna tell me what be wrong luv, or be it a deep dark secret?
Abberline
*not looking at her* About what? I don't know what you are talking about.
Kat: Not that easy pet. Try bein' 'onest. Be it Raven? If so why, and don't 'and
me no more of that I don't know stuff. I'll not 'ave it.
Abberline *puts away the
last box, then turns to look at her* He barely noticed me. Like I wasn't there at all. Greeted me like a stranger. *shrugs* I don't know anything of children.
I don't know how to play football ... Even Godley is more close to him than I
am.
Kat: That I understand. Just 'ow much do ye
think I know of children. 'e scares me te death sometimes. *Placing her hand on her stomach* This one e'en more so. I don't know what I'm goin' te do. But
there's no way out. If ye be afraid as I, what's goin' te 'appen. It's all wrong. Maybe it's not meant te be after all. *Looks wishfully out of window*
Outside Bournemouth House:
Raven
*outside with Godley, looks up at him* I … wonder if I should go back to
the factory … I’m not sure they want me here just yet. *pauses* Maybe they need time to think about it.
Godley
*takes the football, ruffles his hair* Nonsense, boy. Of course they want you. Let's go in and put it all straight
at once. Your father loves you, he just doesn't say it. And you are right, he doesn't know what to say to you. But it's the
same with me, all the time I've known him. He doesn't know what to say. You see, I believe the problem with your dad is that
he's own dad did not like him at all. He doesn't know how to be a father. *puts hand on Raven's shoulder* Don't worry, we'll teach him. *takes Raven in* I think I am going to fix something to eat for us all. *goes
to the kitchen*
Raven: Th-thank you, Sergeant Godley. *looks
around kitchen as Godley is opening cabinets and examining contents* Can I help? *pauses, thinks about what Godley said* Why
didn’t Father’s dad like him? How could that be? Was he a dreamer, like me? At first I thought Father wouldn’t
like me because of that, but he said that’s not true. *picks up salt shaker,
plays with it* I do love bein’ with Manouche an’ Mr. Blake, and I’m
glad Mother said I can see them whenever I want. But I wanted to be with my parents
… an’ help take care of my new sister. *spills a little salt, throws
some over his shoulder, like he’d seen Manouche do* What’re you making,
sir?
Godley:
Not a dreamer like you, but he has it in him. He
doesn't want to talk about his father, but I understand he was a very cruel and cold man, and your father was not the kind
of son he wanted to have. So how do you feel about the sister? It seems to me that they are going to need lots of help. *tries
to scrape the pan with the burned stew clean* This one is gone ... Let's make
a pie, a good old fashioned pie. *Hands him a kitchen knife and some onions and
carrots* You can begin with these. What
was that salt trick about? You just have to give your father some time. *looks approvingly at Raven chopping the onions* And
you can always come to me if no one else is available.
Raven
*smiles shyly* Thank you, sir. I
don’t mind giving Father time. *stops chopping for a moment, jumps down
from table, goes into parlor, comes back with a candle and a book of matches; lights candle, sets it near the onions, sits
down again, resumes chopping* Manouche taught me this. *nods toward candle* If you light a candle, the onions don’t
make you cry as much. She taught me about the salt, too. When you spill some, you’re supposed to throw some over your shoulder for good luck. *chops a few minutes in silence* I bet Father’s dad
never really tried to know him. I bet he would’ve liked him if he did.
Godley:
Unfortunately it's too late for that ... Maybe they just were so different that
they didn't understand each other. But it is not late for you and your father. Just
talk to him, anything. Are you ready with the onions? *clatters with the
pans, mutters to himself, not finding everything he wants* You can give them
to me and lay the table. Let's take the silverware and those porcelain plates,
and then you can tell your parents that we'll have a very frugal supper after half an hour.
In another part of the house:
Abberline
*puts his hand on Kat’s* I am afraid. As
much as you. But I have promised to take care of you and her. I think that Raven's afraid of me, I have not done well with him at all ... Kat,
I have not been a good father, but I'll try. I don't know if that's enough. I am ready to do anything for my daughter, if I only knew how. *follows her gaze* What am I to do with Raven?
Kat *Tears
in her eyes, looks at Abby* Love 'im that's all.
Abberline
*doesn't answer anything, stares out of the window, lights a cigarette* I need
a drink. *leaves her and goes to the living-room, pours himself a brandy. Takes his glass and goes back to Kat* Why
are you so quiet? You didn't even get angry with me.
Kat: I guess I be tired of fightin', and bein' afraid. Just
want some peace for a change.
Abberline:
I don't want to be fighting with you. You
need a rest. *takes her in his arms and carries her to the living-room sofa*
… to be in a good shape tomorrow. And perhaps present me with some of the
contents of those intriguing boxes when Raven's gone ...
Kat *Feels
a pang of guilt being reminded of Vicky's Shop. Sighs* Aye, rest.
Raven *starts to enter living
room, then hears Abberline mention something about “when Raven’s gone.”
He sighs, then remembers it’s not nice to … what did True Dreamer call it … evespotting? Shakes head, decides not to mention it. Makes some noise as
he approaches the room, peeks around doorway, sees Abberline and Kat on the sofa* Sergeant
Godley says we’ll have supper in a half hour. *looks at them solemnly,
smiles slightly, then goes back to kitchen. He sits back at kitchen table, watches
Godley continue preparing the meal.* I think … Mother an’ Father
are anxious for their honeymoon. *grins*
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