Scene 11

SCENE 11

KATE’S HOUSE – INTERIOR – KITCHEN

[KATE throws down the notebook, hands on hips. She glares at ELLIE] 

KATE

It’s too cruel. I don’t want to do that scene. 

ELLIE

They’re only notebooks! What’s got into you recently? Why are you on her side, after everything she made happen to us?

KATE

They’re not just notebooks to her. They’re hopes and dreams for the future, and she wants them to succeed. She doesn’t want everything she’s worked for to be wiped out like that! These notebooks represent her time and patience – the long hours she’s spent writing in them, until late into the night. They represent the ink that has stained her fingers and how, many times, she’s gone to bed dreaming of what might happen next …

ELLIE

You really understand her, don’t you? [resigned shake of head]. All right, we won’t do the scene. But I’m telling you, this is the only time I let her off something evil. Because she deserves it.

[knock at door. KATE jumps up and opens it. AUTHOR enters, looking horribly flustered] 

AUTHOR

Oh, you’ll never guess what’s happened! My bag has been stolen, and all my notebooks were in it! 

ELLIE

[astounded] But we decided not to do that scene! What’s happening?

KATE

Don’t you remember how everything she wrote came true? It’s happening again – only, this time it’s in reverse. Quick – tear it up!

ELLIE

What?

AUTHOR

You need to help me get the bag back. Please, now that I’ve stopped writing, I don’t suppose you’ve got too much else to do …

ELLIE

We are writing your plot, you know.

KATE

Tear up the page, quickly, and the memory should go out of her head. At least … I hope it should.

[ELLIE tears up the page. AUTHOR immediately relaxes, but looks down to where her bag should be]

AUTHOR

Where’s my bag gone? I had it a minute ago …

[KATE grabs the pen and starts writing. She mutters while she writes] 

KATE

As the author was sitting, having a cup of tea in the lovely kitchen of her two amazing, friendly characters, Ellie and Kate, a man knocked on the door. He was holding her bag, and he said – wait, no, that’s not right. He looked apologetic and said, “I found this in the street. Does it belong to any of you?” Yeah, that sounds better.

[knock at door] 

ELLIE

It worked, Kate, it really worked! 

[KATE opens the door. A man – not MATT this time – comes in, holding the bag]

MAN

I found this in the street. Does it belong to any of you?

AUTHOR

Oh, thank you so much! My bag!

[AUTHOR runs forward and takes the bag. She opens it.]

Here, have this as a reward.

MAN

Ten pounds, just for picking it up out of the street! No, that’s too generous.

AUTHOR

Please, I really want you to take it.

MAN

Well, if you say so…

AUTHOR

I do! It’s more than just notebooks in there, actually. I’ve got a few diamond necklaces I was on my way to the bank with.

KATE

What? You never said you were rich! Ugh… what’s even the point in doing this? You don’t need the money; you’re never going to use the stupid script.

ELLIE

Exactly. We’re wasting our time.

AUTHOR

I wouldn’t say it’s a waste. It’s an important character-author relationship builder, and a great advert for the rights of characters.

MAN

[confused] Uh, what? Did I miss something?

KATE

Don’t worry. We’re all a little bit crazy, but it’s nothing to be alarmed about.

MAN

Oh, well, that’s okay then …

[MAN exits, scratching his head.] 

[BLACKOUT]

The End

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