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The Boat on the Ocean Blue By Harrison Pyros

//(Annabelle is onstage. She shuts the car door and locks it. Annabelle Cooper is a very attractive woman; the kind men take a second look at. She stands at an average height has nice blond hair)//

Captain Phillips: Over here, Miss Cooper.

//(Captain Phillips is an older man of about 50 who is dressed in a suit and tie. He is the captain of the boat) //

Annabelle: Is this where we get on the boat?

Captain Phillips: Yes, indeed it is.

Annabelle: I hope I'm not too early, it's just I'm always late for events and I'm trying to break my little curse, you know.

Captain Phillips: Don't worry, Miss Cooper. You aren't too early. In fact, you're right on time. Here comes the next guest.

//(Dylan Woodrow walks onstage. He is a very handsome young man and has an air around him that declares he’s above most people) //

Captain Phillips: Hello, Mr. Woodrow.

Dylan: Good morning Captain...? Captain Phillips: Phillips. Captain Carlton Phillips.

Dylan: Nice to meet you. //(He shakes his hand and turns to Annabelle)// And you are?

Annabelle: Annabelle Cooper. //(They shake hands)//

Dylan: I’m Dylan Woodrow.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Captain Phillips: Here comes our next guest. You two can board. Miss Cooper you’re in Room 6. Mr. Woodrow you’re in Room 4.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">(They each say their thanks and exit)

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Violet: //(Walks onstage)// Which way is the way on the boat, Captain? //(Violet Bender is like Dylan. She also has a dignified air of importance around her. She is around her mid-thirties and has pitch-black hair that is tipped with violet. Everything about her seems perfect and powerful. She carries a black purse with her)//

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Captain Phillips: Good morning, Miss. Bender.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Violet: What’s so good about it?

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Captain Phillips: I… um.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Violet: By the looks of you, you’re either inexperienced, stupid, or never been told. Look around you. There is nothing special about this morning. In fact, it’s dreary and wet. So what’s so good about this morning?

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Captain Phillips: Well, I—

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Violet: I know you aren’t going to have a good answer, so let me just give you a nugget of advice: don’t say it’s a “good” morning unless it is, because that really pisses people like me off. Now tell me where the boardwalk is.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Captain Phillips: Over there. //(Points)// You’re in Room 3.

//<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">(Violet exits without saying thanks) //

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Captain Phillips: //(Mumbles)// Violet Bender. What a— Hello, Mr. Allenster!

//<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">(Trevor Allenster walks onstage. On sight, you conclude that this good-looking man is very wealthy. But unlike Dylan and Violet, he seems like a nice man) //

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Trevor: Hello Captain.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Captain Phillips: You’re in Room 5. I hope you enjoy your stay on the //Evangeline//.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Trevor: I will. I will. //(He exits)//

//<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">(The scene ends) //

//<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">(Onstage is Violet. She is walking around the ship curiously. Mary enters) //

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Mary: Hello Miss. Bender. My name is Mary Trescott. I will be cooking all the meals and serving you through out the five days you will be on board here. //(She holds out her hand. Violet shakes it)// Can I get you something to drink at the moment?

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Violet: No, I’m fine right now. //(She takes a cigarette and lighter out of her purse)// And please, call me by my first name: Violet. I hate my last name: Bender. Ugh. //(She lights her cigarette and puts the lighter back into her purse)// I don’t know why. It just bothers me.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Mary: Then why don’t you change it?

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Violet: //(She is holding the cigarette between her index and middle finger occasionally taking a puff)// Parents won’t let me. They say if I do, they’ll cut me out of the will. Ha! Like I need their money. But it makes them happy so I keep the name. But I swear, as soon as they kick the bucket, I’m getting rid of the awful name.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Mary: Bender… I’ve heard that name before.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Violet: You probably have. I own half a company.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Mary: Oh yeah, now I remember. What’s it called again? Bender and Allenster Plastic, or something?

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Violet: That’s the one.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Mary: Didn’t it used to be called just Allenster Plastic?

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Violet: Oh yes, but that was over a decade ago. I think thirteen years, actually. The man running the company, Harold Allenster I think his name was, died in prison about eleven years ago. Before he was in prison, he found out that his wife was cheating on him and just snapped. All that pressure of holding up a big company I guess. Anyway, he goes home and shoots his wife, Tessie.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Mary: Oh my Gosh!

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Violet: I know, morbid stuff. Then off he goes to prison and about two years later he dies in there. He had some illness. I think he was glad to go. So his brother, Trevor Allenster, takes up the company and to prevent what happened with his brother, decided to split the company’s power with me, who was one of the top members of the board at the time. //(She holds up her cigarette)// Do you have an ashtray or something?

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Mary: No, we um—

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Violet: I’ll just toss it into the ocean. //(She starts to walk to the window and is about to flip the cigarette out the window)//

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Mary: Wait, I’ll get the trash or something.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Violet: Relax Mary, what’s a cigarette going to do? What, are the fish going to smoke it and get cancer? //(She flicks it out the window)//

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Mary: //(She forces an uneasy smile. She does not like Violet)// I think we have a man named Trevor Allenster on board for this short cruise.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Violet: Really?

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Mary: Oh yes, what a coincidence.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Violet: Knowing Trevor he probably planned this as some lame surprise.

//<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">(Lewis Metcliff enters. He is a tall, handsome man with an honest, and happy air around him. He seems like the man who would be a lot of fun to talk with at parties) //

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Mary: Hello Mr. Metcliff.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Lewis: Hello. //(He holds out his hand to Mary. Mary shakes it)// What is your name Miss?

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Mary: I’m Mary Trescott. I—

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Violet: She cooks the meals and stuff.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Lewis: Thank you Violet, but I was asking Mary.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Violet: How do you know my name?

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Lewis: Funny how the rich always forget others names. I’m Lewis Metcliff; I was Harold Allenster’s assistant before the…unfortunate events took place.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Violet: I remember you now.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Lewis: //(Sniffs)// Still a smoker, I see.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Violet: Still nosey, I see.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Mary: I just going to go and um… yeah. //(She exits quickly)//

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Lewis: I’m surprised to see you here.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Violet: And why is that?

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Lewis: Well, it was raining yesterday, so I assumed you melted.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Violet: Go die in a hole, Lewis.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Lewis: You’re just mad because Dorothy’s house fell on your sister.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Violet: Listen up you little twit— //(She shoves her face in his. Lewis doesn’t flinch. He is smiling. He is enjoying this)//

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Jane: //(Walks onstage with a small suitcase)// Am I interrupting something here?

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Violet: No.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Lewis: Yes. //(Violet glares at him)// Come on Vie; tell her what you were going to tell me. //(Violet purses her lips and storms offstage)//

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">(Jane is a girl in her late thirties. She is pretty, but not beautiful. She has a kind of mousy, author-like quality about her and has a very childish, cute smile)

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Jane: Um, do you know where Room 8 is?

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Lewis: It’s down the hall over there. //(Points in the opposite way of where Mary and Violet exited)//

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Jane: Thanks. //(Starts to walk away then turns back)// And was that—

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Lewis: Violet Bender? Yep.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Jane: Nice to see you made it here, Lewis.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Lewis: You too, Jane.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Jane: //(Starts to walk offstage and says her next part of her line to herself)// Violet Bender… how peculiar. //(Exits)//

//<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">(Captain Phillips and Evelyn Taft enter) //

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Evelyn: It was nice meeting you Captain.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Captain Phillips: Same to you, Evelyn. //(Notices Lewis)// Oh, Lewis, I’m guessing you have settled.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Lewis: Yes, this is a very nice ship of yours.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Captain Phillips: Thank you, but it’s not mine. I’m just being paid to sail it. Speaking of sailing, we have to leave. Everyone’s on board. //(He leaves)//

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Evelyn: Hello Lewis. I’m Evelyn Taft. I don’t think I’ve had the pleasure of meeting you. //(They shake hands)//

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Lewis: I’m Lewis Metcliff. So, Taft, like the president?

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Evelyn: You would not believe how many people ask me that.

//<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">(Evelyn is also attractive, but not gorgeous or beautiful. She has a aura that once you see her, you know at once she has a very high intellect, though she looks like a nice, level-headed person) //

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Lewis: You know I had a friend in high school whose name was Harrison and every time he would introduce himself people would say, “Harrison? Like the actor?”

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Evelyn: //(Laughs)// I know exactly what that’s like. Will you take me to my room?

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Lewis: Sure.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">//(They both exit)//

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">//(Everyone is onstage including Captain Phillips and Mary. All the guests are seated around a table and on their plates are eaten and half-eaten meals. Casual conversation is among the table)//

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Annabelle: //(To Dylan)// So what brings you to this boat?

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Dylan: Got an invite in my mailbox. Can’t turn down a free cruise, can I?

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Annabelle: That’s so weird, that’s the exact same thing that happened to me!

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Violet: Was this an attempt to surprise me, Trevor?

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Trevor: No, actually. I was invited here.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Violet: Me too… this is a little odd.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Trevor: Don’t you think it’s odd that //everyone// is here?

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Violet: Except for the Captain and that Mary girl.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Trevor: Yes, but still.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Jane: //(To Evelyn)// I was invited too.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Lewis: You know, this could be fun if that stupid witch: Violet, and her puppet, Trevor weren’t here.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Evelyn: Don’t forget the pretty boy Dylan.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Jane: That guy is a joke. He doesn’t even work. He just relies on his looks.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Lewis: And look. //(He motions to Dylan and Annabelle talking)// He’s already got another girl in his clutches. Shame, the poor girl seemed so nice.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Evelyn: He’s a no good womanizer. No respect for women at all.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Captain Phillips: //(Picks up one of the glasses and taps a knife against it. Everyone quiets down)// Good evening everybody. I hope you’ve all settled into your rooms nicely.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Annabelle: They’re very nice.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Captain Phillips: Yes, indeed. I would like to announce that this is the //Evangeline//’s maiden voyage and you lucky seven people were chosen to stay with Mary and I as we sail.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Trevor: Um, I have a question. Who exactly did invite us?

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Mary: The same man who hired Carlton and I. I think his name is Shane L. Starseal. Very nice man, and he insisted on bringing you people and no one else. You all must be very important to him.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Evelyn: Huh.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Jane: Thank you for the dinner, Mary. It was delicious.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Dylan: Yes, very filling.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Mary: //(Blushing)// You’re welcome.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Captain Phillips: //(Looks at his watch)// It’s getting late. You all may retire to your rooms or feel free to explore the ship.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">//(He and Mary exit)//

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Lewis: I’m going to hit the sack. //(He exits)//

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Dylan: Me too. //(He stands)//

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Annabelle: Oh, please walk around the ship with me!

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Dylan: //(Sighs then smiles)// Fine. //(They exit)//

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Evelyn: I am so tired. See you tomorrow, Jane. //(She exits)//

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Trevor: //(Gets up)// Good night, Violet. Jane. //(Exits)//

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">//(There is a pause as Jane and Violet look at each other)//

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Jane: I know what you did.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Violet: No one would believe you.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Jane: //(Gets up quickly and angrily in the process she knocks over her chair)// You’re going to hell, Violet.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Violet: //(Calmly)// There is no hell, Jane. It is just an idea invented by people like you to say that people like me, who do things that have to be done, will eventually pay the price for their “sins”. And then insignificant people like you will get rewarded for doing nothing in their lives by going to this so-called “heaven”. There is no heaven and there is no hell, there’s just earth. That’s it. And even if there was someone up there, watching over us, they must be pretty screwed up to let me rise to so much power, let alone keep me breathing. I admit I’m a bad person. And there’s nothing you or anyone else can do about it.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Jane: I hate you! //(Storms offstage)//

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Violet: //(Calls after her)// Oooo, the big dramatic exit. Get some new material, Jane. The stuff you have is so over rated.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">//(The scene ends)//

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">//(It is the middle of the night. Violet steps out of her room and starts to walk down the hall. Dylan pokes his head out of his room)//

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Dylan: Where are you going?

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Violet: I’m going out for a smoke. You want to join me?

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Dylan: No thanks. Maybe tomorrow. //(He shuts his door)//

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">//(Violet walks out of the hall out onto the deck right next to it. She lights her cigarette and stares out at the ocean as she smokes. She then turns and sees a note sticking to the wall. Her eyebrows come together and she reads it. She flicks the cigarette overboard and runs back into the hall. Violet knocks on Trevor’s door. He opens it)//

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Trevor: Violet? It’s the middle of the night.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Violet: I know. I need you to come with me right now.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Trevor: Ugh. Hold on. Let me get a shirt on. //(His door closes. A few seconds later he comes out)// Now what is it?

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Annabelle: //(Rubbing her eyes)// What’s going on?

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Violet: Go back to sleep.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Annabelle: What is it? I’m not going back until you tell me what’s wrong.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Violet: //(Rolls her eyes)// Fine. Come on.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">//(All three walk down the hall and out on the deck where Violet just was)//

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Trevor: What did you want to show me that was so important?

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Violet: This. //(She takes the note off the wall and gives it to Trevor. Annabelle reads it over his shoulder)//

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Annabelle: Where’s the Captain? Where’s Mary? //(Stops reading)// Well, it’s quite obvious where they are. The Captain’s in his quarters sleeping. Mary’s in her room sleeping just like all the rest of us.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Trevor: Where do the Captain and Mary sleep?

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Annabelle: I don’t know. I haven’t ever been on a cruise before.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Trevor: //(To Violet)// Why are you freaking out? Did you even check where Mary and the Captain were before you came banging on my door?

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Violet: No, but…

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Trevor: I’m going back to bed.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Violet: But don’t you think we should check before we think everything’s okay. I mean, what’s with the note. How do you explain that, Trevor?

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Trevor: //(Sighs)// Fine. Okay, I know where they sleep. Violet come with me. Annabelle, you stay here. Don’t wake anyone else up.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">//(Trevor and Violet exit. Leans against the railing, looking out at the ocean. She sighs, waiting for Trevor and Violet to return. A few seconds later they both come back running onstage)//

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Violet: They’re not in their rooms! They’re just gone!

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Annabelle: What?

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Trevor: They’re doors were unlocked and their beds are un-made. Like they just left in the middle of the night.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Annabelle: Maybe… Maybe they just went to walk around the ship.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Violet: At one in the morning?

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Annabelle: You got up to smoke.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Trevor: Annabelle’s right, we might find them around the ship.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">//(They exit)//

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">//(They enter back in the room they ate dinner in last night. The table is all set with a covered platter in the center and a bucket of iced beer)//

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Violet: //(Walking in with the others)// Well, if we haven’t found them by now, what makes you think—

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Annabelle: Why is the table set?

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Violet: What?

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Annabelle: //(Pointing)// Why is the table set?

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Trevor: I thought Mary cleaned it up.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Violet: Obviously not.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Annabelle: //(Walks over to the platter)// This wasn’t here last night. //(She lifts the cover and sets it aside. On the platter is a large cake with a note on the top. The note is folded so it stands on the cake. Annabelle looked confused and a little freaked out. She picks up the note after a moments hesitation and starts to read it)//

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Trevor: What’s it say?

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Annabelle: See for yourself. //(She hands him the note)//

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Trevor: //(Reading aloud)// Dear Guests, this is Captain Phillips writing this note. I hope I didn’t frighten you with the other one. Mary and I are completely fine. It was Mr. Starseal’s idea to have you all gather here in the middle of the night. He also suggested that you all sit in the same seats as last night, don’t bother asking me. I have no clue. I hope you enjoy the cake.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Violet: That’s not weird at all.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Trevor: So I guess we get everyone else down here.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Annabelle: I guess so.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">//(They exit)//

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">//(Everyone is onstage. Each person has a piece of cake on his or her plate. Some are all eaten and all that’s left is crumbs, other have half-pieces left. Nearly everyone has an open beer next to him or her)//

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Lewis: //(To Jane)// You want a beer?

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Jane: No thanks. I don’t drink.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Lewis: //(Shrugs)// Suit yourself. //(He takes a sip of his own beer)//

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Evelyn: //(To Dylan who is on his third beer)// What, is that like your third beer?

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Dylan: Yeah, so?

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Evelyn: Well, I think you’ve had enough. God knows we don’t need some drunken moron stumbling around the ship.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Dylan: I’ll know when I’ve had enough when there’s no more.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Evelyn: That’s not healthy.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Dylan: It’s called being an alcoholic, honey.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Evelyn: Ever heard of AA?

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Dylan: AA is for quitters.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">//(Violet laughs)//

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Trevor: //(Sits back in his chair)// That was delicious.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Annabelle: I think everyone’s done. I’ll take this into the kitchen. //(She picks up the platter the cake was on and starts to head offstage)//

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Jane: Wait, what’s that?

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Annabelle: What’s what? //(She sets the platter back down on the table and walks over to where Jane is looking)//

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Jane: This. //(She picks up a flattened piece of paper that was under the platter)// I think it’s another one of those notes, you know like the one Violet was talking about.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Lewis: Well, what’s it say?

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Jane: //(Reading)// There are a few bottles of red wine in the fridge in the kitchen. It’s for you. Drink it and have fun. Again, another one of Mr. Starseal’s weird suggestions. I have no part in this. From, Captain Phillips.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Dylan: I’ll get the wine. //(Starts to walk offstage)//

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Evelyn: //(Mumbles)// Yes, because that’s exactly what you need: more liquor.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">//(Dylan exits)//

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Trevor: He can’t carry two bottles. He’ll surely drop one.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Evelyn: He’ll drop one regardless. Wasted buffoon.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">//(Trevor exits)//

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Lewis: //(To Jane)// Do you at least dink wine?

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Jane: No.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Lewis: Seriously?

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Jane: I told you, I don’t drink.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Lewis: Oh come on, it’s //red wine//. Even doctors say you should have a glass every day.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Jane: //(Sighs)// Fine. If it will make you happy.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">//(Dylan and Trevor reenter. Dylan is carrying a bottle of wine. Trevor has the other one. They set their items on the table. Everyone starts to fill up their own glasses as the bottles are passed around. Jane takes a sip of her wine, as well as Lewis and Violet)//

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Dylan: Here, //(Raises his glass)// is to thirteen years of wealth and fortune!

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">//(Violet smiles and raises her glass. Trevor also does so. Annabelle, Evelyn, Lewis and Jane just stare angrily at them. Dylan puts the glass to his mouth and throws his head back and downs the drink in one gulp. He smiles and then his face changes from pleasantness to confusion and then pain. He makes a strangled sound, stumbles backwards, and falls onto the floor, the glass slipping out of his hand in the middle of it)//

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Evelyn: Oh my God!

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">//(Everyone jumps up)//

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Trevor: Is he okay?

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Annabelle: Someone get the Captain!

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Lewis: I’ll get him. //(Runs offstage yelling, “Captain! Captain Phillips!”)//

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Violet: Is he dead?

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Trevor: I don’t know.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Jane: Someone check!

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">//(Trevor hesitates)//

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Violet: Trevor, damn it! Check if he’s still breathing!

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">//(Trevor rushes over to Dylan and checks his pulse)//

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Violet: Well?

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Trevor: … He’s dead.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Evelyn: Oh no, no, no! This can’t be happening.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Lewis: //(Runs back in)// I can’t find the Captain or Mary anywhere!

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Jane: Dylan is dead!

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Lewis: What?

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Annabelle: What are we going to do?

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Violet: Everyone calm down! We’ll call for help.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Evelyn: What about Dylan?

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Violet: What do you expect me to do? I can’t bring people back to life.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Evelyn: No, because all you do is kill!

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Violet: Are you blaming me for this?

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Evelyn: You know I’m not talking about Dylan.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Violet: Harold shot his wife, not me!

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Lewis: Maybe if you keep saying that it will come true. I’m going to make a distress call.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Jane: I’ll come.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Annabelle: Me too.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">//(Lewis, Jane, and Annabelle exit. After a moment’s hesitation, Evelyn goes after them)//

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Trevor: Violet, I think he was poisoned. //(Violet doesn’t answer)// What are we going to do? What’s going to happen?

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Violet: //(Turns to him)// I don’t know, Trevor! I don’t know. Why don’t you think of something yourself for once? //(Exits in the opposite direction the four others left)//

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Trevor: Violet, wait. //(Goes after her)//

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">//(Onstage are Annabelle, Evelyn, Jane, and Lewis. They are in the front of the ship where the Captain steers the ship)//

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Lewis: //(Goes up to the distress caller, holds down the button and speaks)// Hello? Hello? Is anyone there? Please help; there’s been a death! We’re on the //Evangeline//. Hello? Anyone?

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">//(There is a long pause where no one over the caller responds)//

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Lewis: //(Puts his finger down on the button again)// Hello? Anyone? Anyone!

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Jane: Lewis, there’s no one there.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Evelyn: You mean we’re stuck here?

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Annabelle: There are always the life rafts.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Lewis: What’s this? //(Picks up a note next to the distress caller and starts to read it aloud)// As you may have already noticed Dylan is dead and Captain Phillips and Mary are missing. Don’t waste your breath trying to get help. I cut the wire for the radio contact. Frankly, you’re stuck on this ship. With Captain Phillips and Mary knocked out and put on a life raft and now floating in the ocean, don’t worry, //they// have a working radio and flares, your concern should be for yourselves; you have no one who knows about steering a ship. The rest of the life rafts are slashed and you are out in the middle of the ocean. I’m sure you all remember Harold and Tessie Allenster. You all should. All of you played roles into bringing them to their deaths, and now, thirteen years later, you will finally pay the price for those actions.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Evelyn: Do they mean they’ll kill us?!

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Annabelle: Where are the rest of the life rafts?

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Jane: They said they were slashed.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Annabelle: They might be bluffing.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Evelyn: This can’t be happening!

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Lewis: //(Looking at the map on the wall)// The life rafts are out on the deck.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Jane: I’ll go look for them.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Annabelle: I’ll come with you.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">//(They both exit)//

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Evelyn: //(Falls back into a chair)// This isn’t happening. This isn’t happening.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Lewis: Evelyn, relax.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Evelyn: How can you say that? Two people are missing and one is dead!

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Lewis: The worst thing to do in this situation is freak out, so just take a few breaths and—

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Evelyn: I did this to myself thirteen years ago. I should have known this would all catch up to me. I should have known…

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Lewis: What are talking about?

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">//(Annabelle and Jane run back onstage)//

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Jane! Annabelle! Well, what did you see?

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Jane: We’re stuck on this boat.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Annabelle: The life rafts were all strewn across the deck and someone slashed a big X in the bottoms.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">//(Evelyn lets out a wail and buries her face in her hands)//

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Lewis: What about the stuff in the life rafts?

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Jane: Missing. Just gone. //(Her voice lowers)// Do you… do you think this has something to do with Harold and Tessie Allenster?

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Evelyn: Of course it does!

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Lewis: That’s impossible. You and her //(Points at Annabelle)// weren’t even there.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Evelyn: I was there. I just wasn’t seen. You know the real story, don’t you?

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Lewis: Of course I do. I was Harold’s assistant.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Jane: And I was Violet’s secretary.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Evelyn: So you know all about the scandal? Does Blondie know?

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Annabelle: Yes. How Tessie never had the affair, it was all staged.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Evelyn: Exactly. Violet and Trevor were at the top of the company, but not quite in control. It was Harold who had the real power. But Harold was doing things to the company Violet didn’t like. She thought the whole company would go to crap if she didn’t do anything. Stubbornly, Harold wouldn’t listen to anything Trevor or Violet or anyone else had to say, so Violet thought up a plan to save the company and move up in the ranks. She was framed Tessie, Harold’s faithful wife, of having an affair with another man. This would break up the marriage and frankly, break Harold. Then with the Allenster’s world collapsing and Harold too depressed to work, Violet and Trevor would step in and save the day by running the company until Harold got back on his feet, if he ever did. And if he ever did, Violet would refuse to give his job back to him and Violet gets her happy ending. So Violet pitches her idea to Trevor and Trevor agrees. Can you believe that? Going to screw up his own brother!

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Jane: So where do you come in?

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Evelyn: Violet hired Dylan and me to make the plan look real. Dylan was posing as the man Tessie supposedly slept with and I was the one who made all the paperwork real. I was young and I was stupid and I was drawn into the deal with the bribery of money. So I agreed to Violet’s plan. I set up the e-mails and documents saying that if Harold was unable to work, the company’s power would be given to Trevor and Violet.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Annabelle: You did that?

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Evelyn: And everyday since I was sorry! I’m a horrible, terrible person. Harold was never supposed to shoot his wife. That wasn’t part of the plan. But do you know what Violet said? She said, “Didn’t go according to plan, but whatever. It’s easier now.” That’s what she said! And what could I say after that? That I messed with private papers and drove a man to commit cold-blooded murder?

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Jane: You still could have said something!

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Evelyn: And what about you, Jane? You knew, and you kept quiet.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Jane: Three days before it all happened I found out. Violet blackmailed me and said that if I told she would make sure I would never get a job again. And she could do it. And I said go ahead she said she’d also make my brother’s jail release date longer. She said she had connections. But if I didn’t tell, my brother gets released early. I couldn’t keep my brother in longer.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Annabelle: What did he do?

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Jane: He robbed a store when we were in college because we had no money. Our parents are dead and we don’t have any other family that could help. He was in the middle of his last year when Violet threatened me.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Annabelle: What about you Lewis?

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Lewis: When I figured it out it was the day Tessie got shot, but it was before she did. I started to drive over to their home. Harold wouldn’t pick up the phone and neither would Tessie. I couldn’t get a hold of their daughter, Sasha either. When I got there it was too late and Tessie was already dead. The police were arresting Harold. I told the police later about what Violet and Trevor had done. They didn’t believe me and said I had no evidence to support my claim. And you Annabelle, you weren’t even there. How do you know all about it?

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Annabelle: I was an investigative journalist at the time. I accidentally discovered what Violet and Trevor were planning while interviewing an employee on the new wages. It was perfect for me. A huge story with rich people, blown wide open by a little insignificant journalist. I could save a marriage and a company from falling into the wrong hands. So the when I found out, which was about 2 hours before it happened, I went into Violet’s empty office to look on her computer for evidence. Sure enough there were files of documents that had been changed, detailed plans, and faulty e-mails. But before I could print it out, Violet walked in. She also threatened me with my job, but I said I was going to tell Harold anyway. Well, actually I called her an undeserving selfish whore and //then// told her that I was going to warn Harold. Then walked right by her and when I was trying to walk out of the building, security stopped me and told me Violet was having my car towed because it was in the wrong spot or something. My cell phone and wallet was in that car, but I still had like five bucks on me. I used the rest of that taking a taxi as far as it would take me then running towards Harold’s address, all along the way using people’s phones to call Harold and Tessie and Sasha. By the time I got there, Tessie was dead. The next day I was fired from my job, obviously Violet’s doing, and like you said Lewis, the police wouldn’t believe me without evidence.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Lewis: Whatever happened to Sasha anyway.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Annabelle: She’s dead. She had the same disease as her father. Hereditary I guess.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Jane: That’s so sad.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Evelyn: I just realized something: if the Captain’s not onboard, then who’s steering the boat?

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Lewis: No one.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Evelyn: We might crash into something!

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Jane: What is there to crash into. We’re in the middle of the ocean.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Annabelle: Besides, there are bigger things to worry about. Like how we’re going to get off a boat with an insane psycho.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Evelyn: It’s Violet. I know it’s Violet.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Lewis: How?

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Evelyn: It’s got to be. She’s caused death before and just laughed. And maybe she and Trevor are trying to get rid of everyone who knows the truth.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Annabelle: Why would she want to do that now? Thirteen years later.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Evelyn: I don’t know. Maybe someone was blackmailing her and was telling her that they knew it all and had some kind of evidence to prove it. But she didn’t know which one of us was doing it, so she decides to kill us all in hopes to rid of this mystery person.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Lewis: … I guess. We should… we should probably go back to Trevor and Violet and tell them that there’s no life rafts or communication.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">//(They all exit)//

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">//(Violet and Trevor are onstage. Dylan’s body is off in the corner)//

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Trevor: They all know, Violet.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Violet: Of course they know, Trevor, but they all either don’t have the guts or the evidence to tell.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Trevor: I’m saying that we might be finally paying the price for what we did to Harold.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Violet: Is that guilt I hear in your voice? Are you feeling guilty for what we //had// to do? Would you rather have watched the company we worked our asses off to perfect and build into an empire just collapse at our feet because poor, poor Harold couldn’t handle a little stress? //(She practically spits venom in these lines)// Your brother was a pathetic little runt of an excuse for a CEO! I’m glad we got rid of him!

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Trevor: How can you say that?

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Violet: Oh, don’t act so surprised. You knew for the last fifteen years I thought that about your brother. I saved the damn company. You should thank me. And don’t forget, you went along with the plan. I’m going out for a smoke.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">//(Jane, Lewis, Annabelle, and Evelyn enter)//

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Lewis: There are no life rafts or communication and the Captain and Mary have been set afloat on the only uncut life raft.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Violet: That’s just fantastic. //(She takes out her lighter and a cigarette and lights it. She smokes once)// If you need me, I’ll be out on the deck. //(She starts to exit)//

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Jane: No one is going to need you. Or want to listen to you for that matter.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Violet: Bite me. //(Exits)//

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Lewis: //(To Jane)// I can see that woman doesn’t like you.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Jane: Huh. That’s an understatement. She hates me like poison.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Annabelle: It’s almost dawn. I’m so tired.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Evelyn: I just realized I’m tired too.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Trevor: I’m going back to bed. I’m locking my door.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Jane: Wise choice.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">//(Trevor exits along with Annabelle and Evelyn)//

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Lewis: What are we going to do? I’m trying to act calm and I don’t want Evelyn to flip out because she was this close //(Holds up his hand with his index and thumb nearly an inch apart)// to having a total meltdown.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Jane: I don’t know, Lewis.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Lewis: What do you suppose we do about him? (Nods over to Dylan’s body)

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Jane: What //can// we do?

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Lewis: I just can’t understand how. I mean, how did he die?

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Jane: He was obviously poisoned.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Lewis: I know, but //how// was he poisoned? The wine couldn’t have been poisoned because I took a sip of my wine.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Jane: I did too.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Lewis: We both know it wasn’t a suicide and there was no ice in the drinks so the killer couldn’t have put poison in the ice cubes.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">//(They both sit down in chairs)//

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Jane: I don’t know. But let’s not focus on //how//, but on //whom//. Obviously Violet and Trevor would have motive if someone were blackmailing them like Evelyn said.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Lewis: But don’t you think it’s a little odd how Evelyn came up with that conclusion so quickly. Like she was planning it.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Jane: And what’s the deal with that Annabelle chick?

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Lewis: What would her motive be?

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Jane: She lost her job, right. Maybe she’s getting back Violet and Trevor and all the others in the plan for ruining her career.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Lewis: After all these years? The same motive could be pinned on us. You, quitting, and me losing my job since the guy I worked for was getting shipped off to prison.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Jane: Maybe she //just// found evidence.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Lewis: I guess, but wouldn’t she then blow the whole thing open like she said and get a huge career like she always wanted? Unless, she wanted revenge and thought we were part of the plan too.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Jane: And then there’s Captain Phillips and Mary.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Lewis: What?

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Jane: There’s no evidence that they’re on that life raft. They could have somehow poisoned Dylan and posted notes all over the place.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Lewis: But why would they want us dead?

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Jane: I don’t know. People are crazy.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Lewis: I think we should go to bed. I’ll feel safer in there.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Jane: Yeah, okay.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">//(A sound of a door closing and locking is heard)//

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Lewis: //(Looks to Jane)// Someone was listening.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">//(The scene ends)//

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">//(Onstage are Lewis, Jane, and Annabelle sitting at the table. Dylan’s body is gone. Violet enters)//

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Violet: Yes, I know what you’re all thinking. Oh darn, she didn’t die in the night.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Lewis: The person used poison, Violet. To kill you, they’ll need a bucket of water.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">//(Annabelle and Jane laugh)//

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Violet: That’s getting old, Lewis. //(She is still offended)//

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Lewis: Well, apparently, it’s still funny.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Jane: //(To Annabelle)// I love how you do your makeup. You look so young.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Annabelle: Thank you. You know, my mother used to call makeup women’s face enhancers.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Jane: //(Giggles)// That’s funny.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Violet: What happened to Dylan?

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Lewis: We dragged him to his room this morning.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Violet: Good. I couldn’t stand looking at him. What are we going to do for breakfast?

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Lewis: I think our concern is getting help.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Violet: You said yourself that we couldn’t call anyone. And I tried my cell phone last night and I couldn’t get any service so out next worry is food. And that can actually be solved.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Jane: You can make your own breakfast. We’re all waiting for Evelyn and Trevor. It’s almost eleven in the morning.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">//(Trevor enters)//

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Jane: Good morning.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Trevor: Doubt it.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Annabelle: Someone’s cheery this morning.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Violet: Yeah, Trevor, lighten up.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Trevor: Pipe it, Violet.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Jane: Told you no one wants to hear you.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Violet: Shut up, Jane.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Lewis: Will someone please go get Evelyn?

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Annabelle: I’ll go, but someone has to go with me.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Jane: I’ll come.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">//(They exit)//

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">//(Onstage is Evelyn lying face down in her bed sleeping. You hear Annabelle and Jane from offstage)//

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Annabelle: Evelyn? Evelyn, are you in there?

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Jane: //(Knocks)// Evelyn, open the door. We’re about to have breakfast.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Annabelle: Oh forget it, just open the door.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">//(You hear the door open and Annabelle and Jane walk onstage)//

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Weird, I didn’t think the door would be unlocked.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Jane: That girl is the heaviest sleeper ever.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Annabelle: //(Walks over to her and shakes her)// Evelyn wake up//. (Evelyn rolls out of the bed and falls to the ground. There is a stab mark on her torso and her head is slumped)// Oh my God! //(Jumps back in fright)//

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Jane: Oh my God, she’s dead!

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">//(They both run offstage)//

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">//(Violet, Lewis, and Trevor are onstage. Annabelle and Jane come running onstage)//

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Trevor: What the— why are you so—

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Annabelle: Evelyn’s dead!

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Lewis: What?

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Violet: Oh my God!

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Jane: Someone broke into her room and stabbed her!

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Annabelle: What are we going to do?

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Trevor: One of us killed her?

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Jane: Oh my God…

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">//(There is a pause)//

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Lewis: I think… I think the best thing to do right now is to stay together.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Trevor: Stay with a murderer?

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Lewis: It’s better than being separated and alone with a murderer.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Trevor: Wait, everyone empty your pockets.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Jane: What? Why?

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Trevor: This person used poison, which may already be gone, and a knife. They probably still have a knife. Maybe on them. So everyone empty your pockets. //(Trevor empties his own)// I’ve got nothing.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Violet: This is stupid.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Trevor: You sound defensive, Violet. What have you got to hide?

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Violet: I don’t have anything to hide.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Trevor: Then empty your pockets and that purse.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">//(Violet gives him a dirty look and dumps her purse out onto the table. There is a pack of cigarettes, a lighter, makeup, a wallet, and a cell phone. Then she turns her pockets inside out. There is nothing in her pockets)//

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Violet: Next I suppose you’ll want to pat me down.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Trevor: //(Ignoring her)// Lewis.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">//(Lewis empties his pockets. He has nothing. Trevor looks at Jane and she also empties her pockets. She has nothing. Annabelle empties hers and has a stick of lipstick)//

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Jane: So what are we going to do now?

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Trevor: We should focus on how to get help.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Lewis: We’ll talk about it over breakfast.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Violet: Who’s going to make it?

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Lewis: I would advise everyone to make their own breakfast. We don’t want the same thing that happened to Dylan.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">//(Annabelle, Violet, and Trevor walk offstage into the kitchen. Lewis starts to when Jane pulls him back)//

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Jane: We need to get off this ship.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Lewis: I know, Jane. But as long as we’re in a group, the killer can’t get to us. Okay? So relax.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Jane: We’re all going to get murdered.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Lewis: Jane! I don’t ever want to hear you talk like that again.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Jane: It’s true.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Lewis: I don’t— //(Trying to get control of himself)// I’m going to make my breakfast. You will not scare anyone with these wild thoughts of yours, do you understand me?

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">//(Jane looks down at the table and nods. Lewis exits)//

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">//(They’re all at the table. They’re plates have crumbs on them)//

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Annabelle: There just isn’t a way off this boat.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Trevor: One without dying that is.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Violet: This is crazy! Someone’s got to be looking for us. Some rich CEOs go missing and they probably have the whole entire police force looking for us.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Jane: Oh, this is just //all// about you, Violet.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Violet: Jane, nobody wants to hear from you.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Jane: That’s funny, because last time I checked, nobody on this boat gave a damn for what //you// said.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Violet: I don’t need to take this from you.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Jane: Fine, then go outside and suck on your cancer-sticks. Then you won’t have to hear me and nobody gets to listen you complain.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Violet: //(Gets up and walks around the table to Jane. Jane stands up)// One phone call and that jailbird brother of yours gets thrown back into the slammer.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">//(Jane rears back and punches Violet in the face. Violet slaps Jane and Jane pushes Violet to the floor)//

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Trevor: What the hell! //(Pulls Jane away from Violet)//

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Jane: Don’t touch me!

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Lewis: Let go of her!

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">//(Trevor lets go and faces Lewis who is now standing)//

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Trevor: Shut up, Lewis!

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">//(Lewis punches Trevor in the mouth that then falls backward)//

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Annabelle: //(Grabs a plate off the table and smashes it to the ground)// Stop!

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">//(Lewis and Trevor both look at Annabelle but Jane and Violet keep fighting)//

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Annabelle: //(Grabs Violet, who is now standing, by the hair and grabs the lighter from the table and flicks it on and holds it near Violet’s hair)// Stop right now, or I’m lighting your hair on fire!

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Violet: Let go of me!

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Annabelle: //(Pushes Violet to the ground and tosses the lighter at her)// I hate you! //(Storms offstage)//

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Violet: //(Getting herself to her feet)// You all are insane! Especially you! //(Points at Jane. Walks offstage)//

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Trevor: //(Follows her)// Violet!

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">//(You hear a door open)//

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Violet: //(Offstage)// Go piss someone else off, Trevor!

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">//(The door slams)//

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Trevor: //(Offstage)// Go to hell, Violet!

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Lewis: //(Turns to Jane)// Jane, what was—

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Jane: Don’t talk to me right now, Lewis. //(Walks offstage)//

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">//(After a moment’s hesitation, Lewis exits)//

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">//(Trevor is onstage. Behind him is a large mirror and small table with a long tablecloth over it. In front of him are a fancy red sofa and a coffee table. There is also a small bar near the mirror. Through the window on the left, the audience can see that it is sunset)//

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Trevor: //(Sighs and walk over to the bar. He pours himself vodka and soda and goes and sits on the couch, occasionally sipping his drink)// Bloody witch. Too bad that Annabelle lady couldn’t set her hair on fire. Huh, that would’ve been funny. Why the hell did I even defend her? If anyone on this boat deserves to die, it’s her. That woman, no she’s not even a woman, she a demon from hell, //(He chuckles to himself)// shouldn’t be able to walk about freely. She should be rotting in jail. Yes, I’ll— //(He looks to the side and his face turns to disbelief and fright. The glass slips from his hand and shatters on the floor. The stage goes dark)//

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">//(Annabelle is sitting in her room reading a book)//

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Voice: //(The Voice speaks with a deep, playful and almost seductive tone. It should not match any of the character’s voices)// Annabelle?

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Annabelle: //(Snaps the book closed, annoyed)// What?

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Voice: I want to ask you a question.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Annabelle: Okay, Trevor or Lewis or whoever, you’re freaking me out, so please leave me alone right now… unless you want //your// hair set on fire.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Voice: It’s just a question.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Annabelle: Leave. And don’t try to break into my room unless you want to be knocked the hell out and drowned in a bucket.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Voice: Speaking of drowning, can you swim, Annabelle?

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Annabelle: Who wants to know?

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Voice: I want to know.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Annabelle: Why?

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Voice: I’d like to know if you’d be able to swim in the ocean when this boat sinks.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Annabelle: //(Slowly turns towards the door)// What?

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Voice: That’s right. The boat is sinking.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Annabelle: That’s it! Go away!

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Voice: Come outside and make me.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Annabelle: Go bother someone else you lying creep.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Voice: People are going to die very soon, Annabelle. And you’re going to be one of them. //(The Voice laughs)//

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Annabelle: //(Throws her book at the door)// Stay away from me! //(She’s almost crying)//

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Voice: I’ll see you soon. Very soon. //(You hear the sound of running away)//

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">//(Lewis is sitting at the dinner table. Annabelle rushes in. Her face is stained with tears. Through the window, you can tell it is nighttime)//

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Annabelle: Lewis! Lewis!

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Lewis: Good God, Annabelle, you scared me half to death!

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Annabelle: The boat is sinking!

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Lewis: What?

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Annabelle: //(She is choking on the words as she tries to blurt them out)// Someone was at my door and told me they— they were going to kill me and the boat was going to sink.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Violet: //(Entering)// What are you talking about?

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Annabelle: The boat is sinking!

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Violet: What?

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Lewis: We need to get everyone together.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Violet: Who knows where Trevor is?

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">//(They give no answer)//

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Violet: I’ll go look for him.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Lewis: No, check his room and then come right back. I’ll go check Jane’s room for her. Annabelle, stay right here, okay?

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">//(She nods. She’s about to break down again. Violet and Lewis exit towards the rooms. Annabelle sits down in a seat for a few seconds, hugging herself, and then she runs for the kitchen)//

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">//(Lewis and Violet are in the hall with the rooms)//

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Violet: //(Opens Trevor’s door without knocking)// Trevor? Where the hell is that man?

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Lewis: He’s not in there?

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Violet: No.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Lewis: //(Knocks on Jan’s door)// Jane? Jane, please open the door. Jane? //(He tries the doorknob and it opens)// Jane? … She’s not in here.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Violet: //(Looking at a note on a door)// Lewis, what— what room are you?

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Lewis: Nine, why?

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Violet: //(Turns around to him holding the note that was on his door. She is scared)// This was on your door. //(Hands him the note)//

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Lewis: //(Reading)// Tic, tock. Time is running out. //(Looks up to Violet)// Why would someone put this on my—

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Violet: //(Starts to run away)// Stay away from me!

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Lewis: Violet! I didn’t… //(Calling out)// Jane? Where are you?

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Annabelle: //(Runs into the kitchen and hastily pulls open a drawer. Her back is to the audience. She takes something from the drawer and turns around to the audience to reveal a knife in her hand. She grips it with both hands and looks back and forth in fright. The sound of footsteps is heard)// Whoever’s there, I’ve got a knife! //(Hesitantly she creeps towards the right and exits the opposite way she came, all the way holding the knife in front of her)//

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">//(Violet walks into the room Trevor was in before. Trevor is nowhere to be seen. There is still glass on the floor. On the mirror large mirror are scratched the words, “I know what you did.” Violet turns and sees the mirror and gasps)//

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Violet: //(She still has her purse)// Oh no. Oh God no. Trevor? Trevor where are you? //(She slowly walks across the room until she is right by the mirror. There is a bump in the tablecloth that covered the small table. Slowly, the scared Violet reaches towards the tablecloth. She grabs it and pulls it away revealing the dead body of Trevor with three shots in his chest. She screams for two seconds then slaps her hand over her mouth looking back and forth)// Oh, God, Trevor. Oh my God. //(You hear the sound of footsteps)// Oh God, someone’s coming. //(She turns towards the left doorway when, on the right, a gloved hand reached around and flicks off the light switch casting the whole stage into darkness. Violet whispers her next lines)// Oh God. Oh my God. //(She fumbles around with her purse and she flicks on her lighter. You see her face for a moment and then the lighter is knocked away onto the floor. Violet screams and then it is cut short by the sounds off choking and finally a dull thud. Then the sounds of footsteps are heard. The lights come// //back on and all the audience sees is the gloved hand on the light switch, slip back into the hallway and Violet’s body face down on the floor)//

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">//(Annabelle is onstage. She is standing by a couch with the knife from the kitchen pointed out in front of her. There is the sound of footsteps)//

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Annabelle: H-Hello?

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Lewis: //(Enters)// Annabelle! Did you just hear that scream?

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Annabelle: Yes.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Lewis: Have you found Jane? Violet ran away from me.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Annabelle: //(Backing up)// Why would Violet run away from you?

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Lewis: What?

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Annabelle: Where were you when that person screamed?

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Lewis: I was looking for you and Jane.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Annabelle: And what about Trevor? What happened to Trevor?

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Lewis: I— I don’t know. But please, help me find Jane.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Annabelle: //(Points the knife at him)// Don’t move from that spot, Lewis!

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Lewis: Annabelle, what are you—

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Annabelle: My name isn’t Annabelle. It’s Sasha. Sasha Allenster.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Lewis: What?

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Annabelle: Harold and Tessie Allenster’s “dead” daughter. Is that ringing a bell, Lewis?

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Lewis: Oh my…

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Annabelle: And guess what, Sasha Allenster is an anagram for Shane L. Starseal. Isn’t that funny. The whole time it was staring you in the face and you didn’t notice it!

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Lewis: You’re crazy.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Annabelle: I’m not crazy, I’m angry! You people ripped my family apart! I //heard// my mother beg my father to not pull the trigger. I was in the other room and when I heard that shot… I didn’t know what to think. I didn’t know that my mother didn’t cheat. I didn’t know that it was all a whole plan to get money and power. But now I do!

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Lewis: I didn’t do anything!

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Annabelle: That’s right. You didn’t do a damn thing! You sat idly by as the clues sapped you in the face and by the time you realized what was happening, it was too late. My mother would still be alive if you did something!

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Lewis: //(He doesn’t believe himself)// That’s not true.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Annabelle: Do you hear yourself right now? You don’t even believe yourself. You blamed yourself for what happened, and you should. And now, you’re finally going to pay the price.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Lewis: You… You…

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Annabelle: I couldn’t have found out? When I was fifteen, two years after it all happened, a woman named Annabelle Cooper called me and told me to meet her at a restaurant. She was a news reporter at the time. She told me what really happened. She found out later, about a year or so after my mother’s death, about Jane and your stories. How Jane was blackmailed and you failed to put the pieces together. She said I had a right to know. She’s the only one I don’t blame. But I still wonder: how did she know about your side of the story.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Lewis: //(Whispering)// Because I told her. We met at the house when the police were taking Harold away and we both agreed to tell the truth to the police. We had no evidence and we split up. About a year later… I hadn’t told anyone my real side of the story. So I wrote her a letter telling her what I failed to do and never talked to her again. Ignoring the phone calls, and e-mails, and letters. I just had to tell someone! And when I did, I couldn’t face what she would say to me…

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Annabelle: That’s so very sad. And now, here comes the climax of it all. Where the villain announces how they did it and as I said already, why!

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Lewis: Why are you telling me this?

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Annabelle: Because it makes it more fun. Because it scares you to know what I am capable of. And here’s the grand finale! //(She pulls Jane from behind the couch. Jane is tied up and has duct tape on her mouth)//

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Lewis: Jane! //(He moves towards her)//

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Annabelle: Don’t move or she loses an eye! //(Points the knife at Jane)//

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">//(Lewis backs up)//

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Thank you. Now, would you like to know how I did it?

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">//(Lewis doesn’t answer)//

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Come on! Say yes! This is the best part!

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">//(No response)//

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">God, you’re no fun. I’m going to do it anyway. You see I lured you all onto this boat under the name of Shane L. Starseal. I hired Captain Phillips and Mary because they are used to odd requests with guests. In the middle of the night, I knocked both of them out and tossed them onto a life raft, they were innocent. Then I slashed all of the other life rafts… except for one! That one is mine. That’s for me to float away on and watch as this beautiful boat goes to the bottom of the ocean, taking all the evidence with it. And all that’s left is to think of someone to blame it on. How would you two like the idea of being remembered as murderers?

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">//(The duct tape muffles Jane’s line)//

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">You have to speak up, Janey. //(She rips the duct tape from Jane’s mouth)//

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Jane: You crazy b—

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Annabelle: Watch you language! And let me finish my story. I set up the table in the middle of the night and requested everyone to sit in their same seats. I swabbed Dylan’s wine glass with poison, and thus we have a dead alcoholic. Evelyn’s door was simple to break into and I stabbed her in her sleep. I almost felt bad for her. Almost. And then there was Trevor. I hated him. He helped ruin his own brother’s life, my father! He was sitting on a couch without a care in the world sipping a drink and then he sees me in the doorway pointing a gun at him. Oh, the look on his face! And then I said, “Hello Uncle Trevor. It’s your niece Sasha.” And then I shot him using a handy-dandy silencer. //(She giggles)// Then I hid his body underneath a table and ran back to my room. This is where I prove to the other’s that I’m not the killer. I had a recording of the “killer” taunting me through the door. Oh, it was brilliant! That is until Jane came out too early and saw that there was no killer at the door. I opened the door and then she ran away, obviously running to look for you. But I found you first and you went off to look for Trevor and Jane with Violet. There Violet finds the note I put on your door and loses it and runs away leaving you alone. From there I go into the kitchen and grab the biggest knife I could find, I couldn’t go back to my room and come out with a huge knife, could I? //(She laughs to herself)// So then I hear footsteps and give out fair warning to whoever’s there. I look around the corner and see Jane starting to run away. I then knock out Little Missy here with the handle of the knife and tie her up. And then Violet. I had been waiting years to get at her. And oh, had I set up something for her. I scratched on the mirror, “I know what you did,” and put Trevor’s body under the table so it was unnoticeable, yet noticeable. Then she finds his body, freaks out and I turn out the lights and wring her damn neck. It felt great! And now here we are: the two “innocents”. The people who never meant to do any harm and yet they did.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Lewis: You’ll never get away with this.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Annabelle: For God’s sake, Lewis! That terrible over-used cliché of a line just ruined my whole speech! Don’t be so melodramatic. //(Smiling)// And do you know why I’m going to get away with this? Because there are no meddling kids with a dumb dog on this boat! //(She starts to laugh. Jane and Lewis remain silent)//Really? You know: Scooby Doo? Come on, that was funny! //(Pauses and gets serious)// And now here comes the part where you find out why you’re still alive. Lewis, I know you’re in love with Jane.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">//(Lewis and Jane both give surprised looks)//

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">That’s right. I know. You didn’t want anyone to know once you saw Violet and Trevor and the others on this boat. So you kept quiet. But I knew. You see Lewis, I’ve been watching. I’ve been watching everyone’s every move, but yours and Jane’s were the most interesting. You know, Jane, he bought an engagement ring for you. Too bad, you’ll never get to see it. And now Lewis, you’re going to watch the love of your life die in front of you! You’re going to feel what I felt when I heard my mother die! Say your last goodbye because this is it! //(She starts to swing down towards Jane)//

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Lewis: No!

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">//(Jane’s hand shoots up and grabs Annabelle’s wrist, stopping the knife)//

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Annabelle: What the hell?

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Jane: There’s a killer on the boat. You think I wouldn’t take a knife from the kitchen? Those ropes were easy to cut. //(Jane punches Annabelle in the stomach who stumbles backward and let’s go of the knife. Jane grabs the knife off the floor and her own knife and advances towards Annabelle)//

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Annabelle: //(Shouting)// You wanna play that game? All right, let’s play! //(Takes a gun out of her back pocket and points it at Jane. She shoots without hesitation. Jane falls backward. To Lewis)// How does it feel, Lewis? //(Points the gun at him)//

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Lewis: //(Grabs the gun and points it in the other direction. It goes off once or twice. He punches Annabelle in the face and grabs her by the hair and throws her to the side as she screams. The gun hits the floor. Annabelle falls against the couch. Lewis picks it up and points it at Annabelle)// Goodbye, Sasha.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Annabelle: If you shoot me right now, you’re no better than me.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Lewis: Don’t try to give me that crap. I don’t murder innocent people.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">//(Pause)//

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Annabelle: I’m not sorry.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Lewis: And for what I’m about to do, neither am I. //(He shoots her three times. Annabelle dies)//

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">//(Pause)//

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Jane: //(From behind the couch)// L-Lewis?

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Lewis: Jane! //(Runs over to her and pulls her out from behind the couch so she could be seen by the audience)//

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Jane: Insane broad shot me in the arm.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Lewis: It’s okay. You’re going to be all right.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Jane: Lewis, Annabelle or Sasha or whatever her name was, she said that she had a life raft. Which means she probably has what was in the life rafts. There might be a radio.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Lewis: Where— Where do I look?

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Jane: Her room. Check her room. //(Lewis runs offstage)// Hurry! I love you! //(To herself)// Oh God. Oh, it hurts. Please, please God…

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">//(The stage slowly goes to black)//

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">//(Onstage are Captain Phillips, Mary, Lewis, Jane with a sling, and Officer Frazer. They are in a police station)//

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Captain Phillips: It’s crawling with news reporters and the press out there.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Mary: You’ll have to tell them.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Jane: Let them guess for a while. I’m not saying a word until Lewis and I are married.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Lewis: Don’t worry. Won’t be long.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Mary: We won’t say anything until you’re ready.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Captain Phillips: I’m just glad they found you in time.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Frazer: It’s a good thing Sasha planned to sink the boat after everyone was dead. If she did it before, you’d all probably still be floating in the ocean.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Lewis: So I’m guessing the //Evangeline// won’t be making another voyage for some time now.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Captain Phillips: I don’t know. People died on the ship and people might think it’s haunted. Some people like that.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Mary: Very odd, but true.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Frazer: But for right now, it’s a crime scene.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">Jane: Well, let me tell you this: I’m not going on a cruise for a while.

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">//(She opens the door and you hear the sounds of paparazzi. The curtain falls)//

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 101%;">**THE END**