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                       "TWIN SOULS"                                      
               (The Many Shades Of Violet)  

               Original Story & Screenplay      
                           By:

               Madia-as Digdigan Buenaflor

               FADE IN 

               EXT. HORIZON - (IC/PT-INTENSE COLORATION/PURPLE TINT) - DAWN

               SUPER TITLES as the SUN peeks from the horizon and its beams
               glide across the serene ocean. FOLLOW the expanding light as
               it awakens and stirs into a lively symphony - 

               EXT. VIRGINAL LANDSCAPE - (IC/PT) - SAME DAWN 
               - with the verdant mountains, where trees sway in rhythm with
               the wind and chirping birds; with the exotic flowers that burst
               in colors; with the clear stream water that dances with the
               sparkling fish; with valley, plateaus, cliffs merging with all 
               of nature's creations and -

               EXT. FORESTED WATERFALL (IC /PT) - SAME DAWN    

               - THE MAJESTIC WATERFALL. 

               MADIGAN, 30's, joyfully bursts forth from under the cascading
               waterfall, a lilac camisole clinging to her svelte figure. She
               radiates an engaging aura, and a lightness of spirit.

               SPLASH ON SCREEN - 

                                        "TWIN SOULS" 
                                 (The Many Shades Of Violet)        

               A PURPLE BUTTERFLY alights on Madigan's long auburn hair, as
               she lifts her arms in oblation, her eyes closed. Instantly,
               myriad BUTTERFLIES converge above her.       

               And -- as the first rays of dawn splurge on her, she extends
               her arms in welcome. Butterflies flutter in all directions,
               once the glorious colors of the rising sun SWEEP --  

               - over the lush sylvan landscape, the placid ocean, and -

                                                                    SEGUE TO 

               EXT. MANHATTAN, NEW YORK - (IC/PT) -SAME DAWN

               - ACROSS the city infrastructure. And finally, like laser beams,
               the colors rush to where the TWIN TOWERS once stood --- and --- 

               ---from the gaping emptiness, thousands upon thousands of
               resplendent BUTTERFLIES spiral up in celebration then merge and
               recreate the Twin Towers, in all their grandeur! 

               ---The Towers vibrate into a blinding light that converts
               back into butterflies that joyfully soar to the heavens. 

               END OF TITLES    
               A solitary PURPLE BUTTERFLY gleefully flutters away from the
               rest and above Manhattan, racing along with the simultaneous
               O.S. SOUND of a variety of ALARM CLOCKS.

                                                                 DISSOLVE TO:

               INT. MANHATTAN, FLEUR-DE-LIS APTS.,MADIGAN'S BEDROOM - SAME DAWN 

               The O.S. SOUND of the alarm clock CROWING of a ROOSTER wakes up
               PEGASUS, a white male MALTESE. He slides down from his miniature
               bed, prances to Madigan's bed, leaps onto it, and licks her HAND. 

               FOLLOW Madigan's hand turn off the alarm clock as INSTRUMENTAL
               CLASSICAL MUSIC with SOUNDS of water and birds, PLAYS.

               Madigan caresses Pegasus, who snuggles against her face, while
               the same Purple Butterfly nestles on her hair.

               PULL BACK TO A HIGH ANGLE - as Madigan stretches in the same
               lilac camisole, savoring the music and her every movement.    

               ANOTHER ANGLE - Madigan, a lady of impeccable taste, favors all
               shades of violet, including a painting above her headboard of a
               gazebo crowned with purple wisteria blooms, atop  a grassy hill. 

               Pegasus sniffs Purple, and promptly it flits about the room; its
               presence AMAZES Madigan.

               REVERSE ANGLE - Madigan addresses the potted plants and Purple.

                                     MADIGAN
                         Thanks for filtering my air...and for 
                         the company. "Purple," my dear friend,
                         how in the world did you get in here? 

               Madigan's P.O.V. - Purple hovers by the sliding glass doors to
               the balcony, where potted plants make up a hanging garden at
               Madigan's high-rise apartment, that overlooks Central Park.

               She opens the door, allows Purple to fly out, lifts Pegasus. 

                                    MADIGAN (CONT'D)
                         Isn't this a glorious day, Pegasus? 

               INT. BERNARD'S MANHATTAN PENTHOUSE TERRACE - SAME DAWN

               A life-size marble STATUE of a Pegasus prominently stands by
               the entry to the open terrace, that overlooks Central Park.

               BERNARD, in short silk kimono, sits at the terrace in a lotus
               position, facing the splendor of dawn in the panorama beyond. 

               REVERSE ANGLE FAVORS BERNARD, in meditation; in his forties,
               virily-handsome, composed, self-assured gentleman, who emanates
               a quiet dignity; his stance, reflective and reposeful.

               ANOTHER ANGLE -

               Bernard stands and does his T'AI CHI rites. 

               INT. FLEUR-DE-LIS APTS., BROOKE ADLER'S BEDROOM - SAME DAWN 

               An alarm clock RINGS ONCE. BROOKE, 30, a petite dynamo with
               avant-garde taste, hops down from a high-tech bed, assumes a
               defensive karate move, marches to a desk, turns on her
               computer to a schedule -

               - ON SCREEN, and TYPES -- HELLO PARIS!

               6:00 A.M. - RISE and SHINE, jog, etc., etc.

               9:00 A.M. - JFK AIRPORT    12:00 NOON - FLIGHT TIME

               She doffs an imaginary beret and sprints OUT OF FRAME.

               SWIPE TO the luggage by the door. Brooke skips BACK INTO FRAME,
               now, in jogging suit. WHISTLING "Vive La Campagne", she marches
               OUT OF THE BEDROOM.

               INT. FLEUR-DE-LIS APTS., CHANDLER RAINS' BEDROOM -SAME DAWN

               CHANDLER, in short silk sleepwear, GLIDES to the Boulle divan
               to TANGO MUSIC, picks up a short robe for an IMAGINARY
               PARTNER, and draws open the drapes with a FLOURISH.

               He is a tall, trim, impishly good-looking, flamboyantly
               elegant, Oxford-accented, cultured gentleman, in his 30's. 

               INT. FLEUR-DE-LIS, MADIGAN'S BEDROOM BALCONY-SAME EARLY MORNING

               Madigan moves expressively to INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC - gliding,
               twirling, greeting each plant; Pegasus spinning and rolling.

                                    MADIGAN
                         Good morning...good morning! Wow...
                         your color is more intense today, and
                         you've grown quite a bit, too. 
                             (she notices a PUPA on an
                             orchid; looks closer) 
                         Now...what do we have here? 

               C.U. Of the PUPA starting to METAMORPHOSE.

               PULL BACK to INCLUDE Pegasus, restlessly twirling.

                                    MADIGAN (CONT'D)
                         Go...you can do it...yes you can.

               Pegasus runs to the bedroom open bathroom with twin toilets
               between a waist-high partition; a 3-step booster beside one. 

               Pegasus gets up the booster, raises the toilet seat with a
               paw, relieves himself, presses down the flush handle, drops
               the toilet seat, steps down, scampers to Madigan, and leaps
               up to her, while Purple alights on Madigan's hair, unnoticed. 

                                    MADIGAN (CONT'D)
                         Good job, Pegasus. 
                              (whispers
                                conspiratorially)
                         Now, let's watch nature's wonder at work.

               ZOOM IN to the PUPA. It's metamorphosis is now completed -
               the delicate, flimsy, "WINGS" a colorful butterfly emerges.  

               ZOOM OUT to INCLUDE the excited Madigan and Pegasus. As the
               butterfly settles on a cattleya, she puts down Pegasus. 

               LOW ANGLE -

               Madigan looks down from her balcony, cupping the butterfly
               between her palms. ZOOM UP towards the balcony.

                                    MADIGAN (CONT'D)
                         Welcome to the world WINGS! I think
                         you better start from a less dizzying
                         height, than swooping down from here.

               INT. BERNARD BRADSWORTH'S PENTHOUSE - SAME EARLY MORNING 

               CONTINUE ZOOMING UP -

               - to Bernard's terrace as he sips his tea, listening to a
               PIANO SOLO. He is now in a long kimono.

               FOLLOW Bernard to the adjacent breakfast room.

               ARTHUR - Bernard's butler, brings in Bernard's breakfast of
               fresh fruits and orange juice. He is an Englishman - 60's,
               affable, mild-mannered, fatherly, and dignified-looking.

                                    BERNARD
                         How are you this morning, Arthur,
                         and how's your knee?

                                    ARTHUR
                         It's another lovely day, Bernard,
                         and the knee is much better. The
                         herbal balm helped, indeed!

                                    BERNARD
                         I'm glad to hear that.

               The telephone RINGS. Arthur turns to answer.

                                    BERNARD (CONT'D)
                         I'll take it.

               FOLLOW Bernard to the phone as Arthur limps OUT OF FRAME.

                                    BERNARD (CONT'D)
                               (on phone, cheerfully)
                         Grandma, how are you? (listens) Oh,
                         yes...yes! I like that very much.
                         (listens) I love you, too. See you.

               Arthur ENTERS FRAME with Louis Vuitton overnight and garment
               bags, and VIOLIN and SAXOPHONE, in CASES.

                                    BERNARD (CONT'D)
                         I won't make it to my flight, not
                         at nine this morning, but nothing's
                         more important than breakfast with
                         Grandma. Please, call Ms. Kendall
                         for a noon flight, instead.

                                    ARTHUR
                         All right. (a beat) You are to your
                         Grandma Eloise, what the sun is, to
                         plants. You make her eyes sparkle.

                                      BERNARD
                         And she, to me. (a beat) Thank you for
                         packing my violin. I'll leave the sax.

                                      ARTHUR
                         Fine. You are wise to have music in your
                         life...it's elixir to the soul. It kept
                         you company growing up.

               EXT. FLEUR-DE-LIS APARTMENTS - SAME MORNING  

               FULL SHOT of the high-rise complex. Madigan, in jogging
               shorts, at the gated garden; Pegasus' leash around her wrist;
               Purple on her hair. She notices Purple only as it flies away.

               ANGLE ON - Madigan opens her palms and Wings flaps and flits
               from flower to flower while Pegasus excitedly wags his tail.

                                       MADIGAN
                         Higher "Wings"...you can do it!

               Wings soars, a prism of lights plays thru its gossamer wings.

                                       MADIGAN (CONT'D)
                         Let's exercise those legs, Pegasus.

               Brooke, in jogging suit, trots through the gate, puffing. 

                                       BROOKE
                         Bonne jour Madigan ma bone amie.
                             (tousles Pegasus' head)
                         Comment allez-vous, Pegasus?

                                       MADIGAN
                         Wow Brooke...you met a French jogger?

                                       BROOKE
                         Pardon moi. I'm talking Paris here. 
                         (a beat) You are packed, aren't you?

                                       MADIGAN
                               (plays innocent)
                         What about Paris?

                                       BROOKE
                               (hands akimbo, exasperated 
                         MADIGAN!!!

               Madigan starts to walk out the gate, Pegasus in tow; turns,
               lets out a hearty laugh, doffs, and waves at Brooke.

                                       MADIGAN
                         Au revoir! Pegasus will fly me to
                         gay Paree.

               EXT. BRADSWORTH ESTATE GROUNDS, SOUTH HAMPTON - SAME MORNING 

               Bernard finishes breakfast with ELOISE BRADSWORTH, who sits
               across him at a table under a tree; the mansion behind them. 

               Eloise is in her 70's, white hair, frail, but not sickly; her
               serene lined face still delicately beautiful.

                                       BERNARD
                         Breakfast is delicious, Grandma.

                                       ELOISE
                         Why didn't you tell me, that you
                         have a scheduled flight to Paris?

               CHANGE ANGLE - Eloise and Bernard stand and amble, facing the
               ocean.

                                       BERNARD
                         And miss your company? There'd be other
                         flights. Did you ever think that your  
                         only grandson will pass this up?

                                       ELOISE
                         I'm glad I have you all to myself while 
                         your grandpa plays golf with North.

                                       BERNARD
                         Great. No business for a change. 

                                       ELOISE
                         Let's hope not, for North Thorpe does
                         nothing but business. It's time, that
                         Grant let's you take over the Company.
                         Come, walk me to the koi pond, dear.

               ANOTHER ANGLE - They feed the KOIS from the pond bridge.

                                       BERNARD
                         It's amazing how the kois, so rich
                         in color seem unaffected by such
                         gift.

               FLASH BACK - BERNARD WATCHES himself, at 7, with his DAD and
               MOM; all in party attire. He cowers from the PAPARAZZI'S
               FLASHBULBS; his dad shields him; his mom relishes it.

                                    ELOISE (V.O.)
                         It's an act of kindness not to flaunt
                         one's excesses to those who have none.

               Bernard listens pensively as he walks Eloise down the bridge.

                                       ELOISE (CONT'D)
                         I remember we were walking at Central Park,
                         you were seven, barely started on your
                         cotton candy, when a little girl kept
                         staring at it, and you just gave it to 
                         her. I'll never forget the joy in your
                         eyes, when you saw how ecstatic she was
                         with your cotton candy all over her face.

                                       BERNARD
                         I remember.

                                       ELOISE
                         And Robin, she reminds you of how
                         you felt then?

                                       BERNARD
                         Yes, I love seeing her happy.

               ANGLE ON a Pegasus-shaped hedge by the rose garden. Eloise
               touches the Pegasus, fondly; Bernard by her side.

                                       ELOISE
                         You found a friend in Pegasus, so your
                         grandfather made sure you had Pegasus
                         everywhere. Remember what you told us?

                                       BERNARD
                         Pegasus flew me, wherever I wanted to.

                                       ELOISE
                         Very often, to heaven, to visit your
                         Mom and Dad. 

                                       BERNARD
                         That, too.

               Eloise motions Bernard to the bench overlooking a waterfall.

                                       ELOISE
                                (looks at him, kindly)
                         Kindness is not to be mistaken for
                         something else, but kindness. Being kind
                         to someone is not being in love. It may
                         sustain us thru time, but it's a poor
                         substitute to being in love and being
                         loved. Our hearts should be nourished
                         with love, for us to continue giving,
                         lest it drains us.
                         I hope, you found in Robin, what you've
                         been waiting for, all these years.

               A PURPLE BUTTERFLY alights on Bernard's shoulder. He and
               Eloise regard it with WONDERMENT, as it sprightly flies away.

                                    ELOISE (CONT'D)
                         Always follow your heart, my dear.

               INT. FLEUR-DE-LIS HALLWAY - SAME MORNING  

               Madigan and Brooke, in chic travel clothes --dragging their
               luggage, emerge from their apartment; Brooke with beret,
               backpack and briefcase; Madigan with hat and shoulder bag. A
               long flimsy LILAC SCARF drapes over Madigan's left shoulder.

               Chandler appears from his suite across the hall in a stylish
               outfit with garment bag over his shoulder, and a luggage.

                                    CHANDLER
                         Bonne jour, Mademoiselles Madigan
                         Bloom...Brooke Adler.

                                    MADIGAN & BROOKE
                         BON JOUR, Monsieur Chandler Rains.

               They curtsy and doff; laughing as they turn to the elevators.

               INT. JFK AIRPORT, LUGGAGE CHECK-IN AREA - SAME MORNING 

               Brooke, Chandler, and Madigan are next in line; Madigan
               frantically digs into her shoulder bag. An IMPATIENT MALE
               PASSENGER GLARES at Madigan. Brooke gives him a look. He
               RECOILS.

                                    MADIGAN
                         I can't find my ticket and passport. 

                                    BROOKE
                         It's all right. Let's step aside.

                                    CHANDLER
                         We have time, keep looking.

                                    MADIGAN
                         I must have left it. I've got to go back. 

                                    BROOKE
                         Yeah, okay...go. We'll wait for you 
                         before we check these in.

                                    CHANDLER
                         You want me to accompany you?

                                    MADIGAN
                         No, thanks I'll be right back.

               INT. JFK AIRPORT VIP LOUNGE - SAME MORNING 

               CRAIG FREMONT, 30's, energetic and passionate, Bradsworth's
               Int'l. Dev. Corp. Legal Counsel and Bernard's friend and
               college mate, anxiously paces and talks on his phone. 

                                    CRAIG (ON PHONE)
                         Bernard, I've the docs you wanted. I'm
                         at the VIP lounge, where are you?

               EXT. JFK AIRPORT - SAME MORNING 

               Bernard steps out of the limo, cell phone and briefcase in
               hand. His chauffeur, RALPH, 20's, plump and sunny, follows
               him with the violin case, and a garment and overnight bags.

                                    BERNARD(ON PHONE)
                         Right here, Craig...just a few short
                         steps from you.

               INT. JFK AIRPORT TWO-WAY/SIDE-BY-SIDE ESCALATORS-SAME MORNING 

               Madigan hurriedly gets on the DESCENDING ESCALATOR as Bernard
               steps on the ASCENDING; Ralph following, five people behind.

               SHOCK SHOT of Bernard as he looks up at Madigan.

               REVERSE SHOCK SHOT of Madigan looking down at Bernard.

               ANOTHER ANGLE - Instant inexplicable recognition between
               Bernard and Madigan. A magnetic attraction. THEME MUSIC PLAYS.

               INTERCUT FACES of MADIGAN and BERNARD - as the escalators inch
               on - bringing them closer and closer - and suddenly, a COUPLE
               OF RUNNING PASSENGERS whisk behind them, thrusting them to
               each other - face to face.

               The world freezes! In the magic of the moment! And when
               everything resumes, an end of Madigan's LONG FLIMSY SCARF,
               gets caught beneath Bernard's hand without them noticing it.

               They slowly part farther as the escalators continue to move.
               The scarf gradually loosens --- trailing from Madigan's
               shoulder, its one end still under Bernard's hand, connecting
               them with a shimmering cord. Their eyes long to hold on as
               they look back, not wanting to let go of such wonder.

               CHANGE ANGLE - Once Madigan reaches down, she hurriedly steps
               off the escalator, and races thru the crowd towards the exit
               door; instinctively looks back in wonderment, again and again.

               Upon reaching the top, Bernard steps off, finds the scarf in
               his hand, and realizing, who it could belong to, immediately
               gets on the descending escalator, with excited anticipation.

               Bewildered, Ralph follows, luggage and all.

               Madigan is now running thru the crowd, looking back
               occasionally, not seeming to understand her action, but
               likes it.

               Now Bernard is also running through the same crowd trying to
               catch up with Madigan; Ralph following from a distance.

               As Bernard nears Madigan, she looks back at him -- but bumps
               against the oncoming hurrying passengers. Her shoulder bag
               slips off, its contents spilling all over the floor. 

               Bernard's phone RINGS, and reaching for it, fails to dodge
               the rushing passengers, that bump him. Phone and PEN fly off;
               the pen landing on the floor under Madigan's HANDKERCHIEF.  

               Bernard stops, returns the scarf to Madigan, who gratefully
               acknowledges, and helps recover her scattered things.

               Once again, Madigan and Bernard are face to face with no
               words exchanged; just a deep look into each other's eyes.

               CHANGE ANGLE - Madigan stands to go, notices her handkerchief,
               picks it up, tucks it in her jacket pocket, and races thru the
               crowd; preoccupied with her misplaced ticket and passport.

               Bernard retrieves his cell phone between rushing feet-- sees
               beside it a CONTACT LENSES CASE, picks it up and speeds past
               the thickening crowd, that comes from opposite directions. 

               ANGLE ON BERNARD, who nears the exit door, raises the contact
               lenses case, and tries to get Madigan's attention.

                                    BERNARD
                         Miss, your (mumbles) eye accessory.

               MADIGAN walks out the door without seeing Bernard.   

               EXT. JFK AIRPORT SIDEWALK - SAME MORNING 

               MADIGAN hails a taxi and gets in. Bernard emerges from the
               door in time to catch a glimpse of Madigan as she closes the
               taxi door. The taxi SCREECHES away.

               Ralph is now following immediately behind Bernard.

                                    BERNARD (CONT'D)
                               (calls after the taxi)
                         You'll need this! (a beat)
                         Ralph...let's follow that cab.

                                    RALPH
                         Yes, sir!

               EXT. FREEWAY - SAME MORNING

               The limousine zigzags thru traffic, still far from the taxi.

               INT. TAXI - SAME MORNING 

               WINDOW SHOT FAVORING MADIGAN. She rummages thru her bag -- 
               sweating and muttering.

                                    MADIGAN
                         Where's my handkerchief? I need my...

               She dips her hand into her jacket pocket, and fishes out her
               handkerchief, then discovers Bernard's pen enwrapped in it.

               C.U. OF the gold pen with SILVER RELIEF FIGURE of a PEGASUS.

               Angle on MADIGAN, intrigued by the pen in her hand.

                                    MADIGAN (CONT'D)
                         Where did this come from?
                         (brightens) Could it be his?

               ANGLE ON the TAXI DRIVER, a Hindu, wise-looking man. He
               glances at Madigan at the front rearview mirror.

                                    TAXI DRIVER
                         Are you all right, Miss?

                                    MADIGAN
                         Not at all. I misplaced my ticket and
                         passport, and found this pen, instead.

                                    TAXI DRIVER
                         Sometimes when we lose one thing we
                         find another. Who knows if what you
                         found could lead you to what you
                         are looking for.

               Madigan ponders, then dips her hand into the other pocket of
               her jacket, and is astounded to find her ticket and passport.

                                    MADIGAN
                         Wow! I found my ticket and passport!

                                    TAXI DRIVER
                         Things work out, don't they?

                                    MADIGAN
                         Oh yes...they sure do. Please, drive 
                         back to the airport. Hurry, please.

               EXT. FREEWAY - SAME MORNING 

               The taxi makes a sharp lane change to the off-ramp, and finds
               a heavily-congested traffic caused by an accident.

               INT. BERNARD'S LIMOUSINE - SAME MORNING 

                                    RALPH
                         Oh no! Sir, Mr. Bradsworth, I can't
                         believe this. I just lost the cab.

                                    BERNARD
                         Well, we tried. Drive back to the
                         airport.

               INT. JFK AIRPORT CHECK-IN COUNTER - SAME DAY 

               Chandler, Brooke, and Madigan are running to the ticket check
               in counter, dragging their luggage.

                                    BROOKE
                         Let's try checking in our luggage
                         at the ticket check-in counter.

                                    MADIGAN
                         Sorry about this.

                                    CHANDLER
                         Nothing happens for no reason.

               As the three reaches the counter, panting but relieved -

                                    COUNTER LADY
                         Sorry. The plane just taxied to the runway.

                                    MADIGAN
                         I tried, but the traffic was too heavy.

                                    BROOKE
                         Oh well, we'll book another flight.

                                    CHANDLER
                         It's wonderful when we accept things
                         that are beyond our control. Imagine
                         the energy we save ourselves. 

                                    BROOKE
                         Yeah, yeah, Chandler I'm learning.  I
                         hope there's a LOGICAL explanation ...
                         a REALLY...TRULY GOOD reason.

                                    CHANDLER
                         Logical, maybe not; reason, ABSOLUTELY!
                         For the best? ALWAYS!

               INT. JFK AIRPORT VIP LOUNGE - SAME DAY  

               Craig in a panic as he sees the plane preparing to take off.
               Bernard, calm, and a still excited Ralph, approach Craig. 

                                    BERNARD
                         Hi, Craig!

                                    CRAIG
                         What happened to the few short steps?
                         Now... don't tell me you got lost.

                                    BERNARD
                         Just the contrary...I'm found. Something
                         needing no explanation, happened. (a beat)
                         Something..."DELICIOUSLY HEAVENLY"...!

               Craig hands folders of docs to Bernard, who shows no interest.
               Ralph tries to contain his excitement over his boss' pursuit.

                                    CRAIG
                         How about Paris?

                                    BERNARD
                         Call Ms. Kendall. I'll take the 12 
                         noon with Robin, tomorrow. Also to 
                         inform the Human Rights Committee I 
                         can make it to the meeting.(a beat)   
                         It's a lovely day, Craig. Smile! 

                                     CRAIG
                         What else is there to smile about, 
                         Bernard? (a beat) Anytime you need 
                         these docs. 

               O.S. SOUND of CRASHING IMPACT followed by SCREAMING of horror.
               Bernard, Craig, and Ralph turn to look.

               THEIR P.O.V. - A SMALL PLANE CRASHED AGAINST BERNARD'S PLANE. 

                                    CRAIG (CONT'D)
                         That's your flight. Whoever your
                         "deliciously heavenly" vision was,
                         just renewed your lease to life.

                                    BERNARD
                         Ever believe in synchronicity?

               INT. JFK AIRPORT GLASS WALL AREA - SAME DAY 

               Madigan, Chandler, and Brooke, see thru the glass, FIRE and
               SMOKE raging high into the air. The crowd is in shock. Brooke
               and Chandler turn to Madigan in disbelief and relief. 

                                    BROOKE
                         That was our plane. You saved us.

                                    MADIGAN
                         And...all the time I had my ticket and
                         passport with me...here in my pocket.

                                    BROOKE
                         What a coincidence! And for a reason. 

                                    CHANDLER
                         Absolutely! Always! Without fail! But
                         coincidence? Oh no! Synchronicity
                         happens everyday, but we seem not to
                         pay any attention. Pity!

               ANGLE ON Madigan bewildered, beside her Brooke, now pensive.

               INT. BERNARD'S PENTHOUSE TERRACE - THAT NIGHT 

               Bernard stands at the terrace, passionately playing his VIOLIN,
               composing a hauntingly romantic melody for his "deliciously
               heavenly" vision; the FULL MOON and DISTANT STARS, his audience.

               Behind, Arthur enters with Bernard's tea, stops, and quietly
               leaves Bernard alone with his music.

               INT. FLEUR-DE-LIS, MADIGAN/BROOKE'S LIVING ROOM - SAME NIGHT

               A tranquil Madigan, stands by the flourishing blossoms at the
               balcony, and like Bernard, gazes at the same full moon and
               stars; Pegasus beside Madigan, goggling up at the moon.

               SPLIT SCREEN SHOT - Bernard plays his violin, at one side; at
               the other, Madigan in reverie. As the playing ends ---

               WIPE OUT Bernard and FOLLOW Madigan as she holds Pegasus and
               STROLLS to the AQUARIUM in the LIVING ROOM. O.C. KNOCKING ON DOOR. 

               ON BROOKE who lets in Chandler; both in robes. He holds up a
               PLATTER of CANAPES. They walk to the living room passing Madigan,
               who seems mesmerized by the FISH she is feeding.

                                    BROOKE
                         Hey, so did you call Pierre about our
                         7:00 p.m. Flight tomorrow?

                                    CHANDLER
                         Oui! And had to calm him down when I
                         mentioned the plane mishap. Miraculously,
                         there were no fatalities! The N.Y. Fire
                         Dept. Did an excellent job, indeed!

               Chandler sets the platter on the coffee table --- both he and
               Brooke raise canapes in a toast, then lounge on the sofa.

                                    BROOKE
                         Thanks, up there. Thanks F.D.N.Y. 
                         Here's to life! (a beat) I called 
                         the office. Per Marie, Felicia 
                         Thorpe is coming tomorrow at 9:00 a.m. 
                         No problems, I hope. It's good we 
                         missed our flight today.

                                    CHANDLER
                         Right. I still get that shiver, just
                         thinking about it. That was a very 
                         close call, indeed!

                                    BROOKE
                         I'm not talking about the...Oh, can we
                         just let the plane incident rest? 

                                    CHANDLER
                         Sure! But not to worry about Mrs. Thorpe.
                         Our staff could manage any situation.

               Madigan, smiling blissfully, dreamily ENTERS FRAME, takes a
               canape' for Pegasus, who instantly gobbles it up.

                                    BROOKE
                         What's the dazed look ... for?

                                    CHANDLER
                         Beatific, I should say. When love
                         whispers, everything turns melodic,
                         poetic...mystical. Just perfection!

                                    BROOKE
                         Hmmm, is it Mr. Millionaire?  Or
                         someone else?

                                    CHANDLER
                               (sings with gusto)
                         Ah sweet mystery of life at last I
                         found thee...

               Madigan picks up a canape' for Pegasus and dreamily turns away.

                                    BROOKE
                         I really have to talk to her.

                                    CHANDLER
                         Can't you see? She's not here. She's up
                         among the stars...or somewhere...

               INT. FLEUR-DE-LIS, MADIGAN/BROOKE'S LIVING ROOM - NEXT MORNING

               Brooke breezes thru the room, leaves a briefcase and laptop by the
               vase of red roses on the dining table, goes to the kitchen, pours
               a glass of milk, and drinks in one long gulp.

                                    MADIGAN (O.C.)
                         Hold it, Brooke!

               CLOSE SHOT of Brooke who reacts, and abruptly stops drinking.

               PULL BACK to INCLUDE Madigan gliding seductively towards the
               dining room, in office outfit; Pegasus strutting behind her.

                                    MADIGAN (CONT'D)
                         We're alive. Our business is doing
                         extremely well, so choking yourself is
                         totally unnecessary and NOT SMART for
                         someone whose I.Q. is way...way...up 
                         there. A toast to life , is more
                         appropriate, don't you think?

                                    BROOKE
                         Yeah...yeah...Chandler and I did that
                         last night..with canapes. (a beat) And
                         about the choking bit, did you ever think
                         I will make it easy for you and Chandler
                         to go mansion-shopping with my share in
                         our company? (a beat) Chandler must be
                         waiting. The Felicia Thorpe thing. By the
                         way, more roses from Mr. Millionaire.

               Madigan reads the card, smiles, and smells the roses.

                                    MADIGAN
                         He's asking me to see him for lunch.

                                    BROOKE
                         Ah...a persistent and lavish romantic.

                                    MADIGAN 
                         About Chandler...not to worry. We've 
                         plenty of time. Hmmm...Chandler may 
                         just be in one of his creative moods. 
                         His way of refocusing when he's fazed, 
                         edgy as in escaping a plane collision. 
                         That kind of edgy.

                                    BROOKE
                         Yeah, yeah, I get that part of it, 
                         but when something is about to explode
                         as the Felicia Thorpe thing, he 
                         refuses to worry, or speculate until
                         that thing actually materializes.

               Madigan kisses Pegasus, ambles to the front door; Brooke trailing.

                                    MADIGAN
                         Then, with a clear mind, he crosses
                         the bridge. Makes sense, doesn't it?

                                    BROOKE
                         To him maybe it does. I don't let the
                         wheels turn on their own. I'd rather hold
                         the rein. (a beat) Why do you think
                         Felicia Thorpe wants to see us...again?

                                    MADIGAN
                         More changes? Cancel the contract? Her
                         daughter says no wedding? Take your pick.
                         It won't bother me, if it's reasonable.

                                    BROOKE
                               (rattles off breathlessly)
                         Has Felicia Thorpe ever been reasonable?
                         How about change thousands of white 
                         roses we've already ordered, to fuchsia
                         orchids we have no idea where to order 
                         at this late date because she likes to
                         see her daughter wear violet contact
                         lenses and demands everything to reflect
                         the color of her eyes?

               INT. FLEUR-DE-LIS HALLWAY -SAME MORNING 

               They walk out of the hallway towards Chandler's door ---

                                    MADIGAN
                         "Tell us your dream, we will make it
                         happen." Does that sound familiar?

                                    BROOKE
                         Yeah...yeah...I was just kidding.

                                    MADIGAN
                         Me, too.

               They laugh. Brooke gapes at a NOTE on the door.

                                    BROOKE
                         He prepared breakfast. He's in his
                         creative mood all right. So, how did
                         you know? A whisper from the wind? 

                                    MADIGAN
                         Nothing of the sort. (touches nose)
                         I trust this ...old reliable one.

                                    BROOKE
                         Not only is this complex sound-proof, 
                         it's unquestionably, odor-proof.

                                    MADIGAN 
                         Oh sure. Scientifically-tested,
                         too. (a beat) I wish he'll serve
                         his cheese crepe. Don't you miss
                         it? I do.

               INT. FLEUR-DE-LIS, CHANDLER'S SUITE - SAME MORNING 

               Chandler is at his designer's kitchen - an apron over a silk
               outfit, totally comfortable, as a King is, in his kingdom,
               amidst profusion of flowers.

                                    CHANDLER
                         Entrez, Mademoiselles.

                                    MADIGAN & BROOKE
                         Hi, Chandler, love!

               They find an elegantly-set table with plates of fresh cheese
               crepe. Brooke is agape as she regards Madigan. 

                                    BROOKE
                         Hey...you just wished for the cheese
                         crepe. Chandler hasn't made that for
                         ages. (a beat) How did you do that?

                                    MADIGAN
                               (nonchalantly)
                         Just a guess...I guess.

                                    CHANDLER
                         Or a strong wish...perhaps?

                                    BROOKE
                         Really Madigan. You're being evasive.

               Not missing a beat, Madigan sits, forks the crepe, savors it.

                                    MADIGAN
                         I have NOOO IDEA what you are  talking
                         about. THIS is truly THE ULTIMATE!

                                    CHANDLER
                         Thank you my angels, my inspirations!

                                    MADIGAN
                               (to Chandler, matter-of-factly)
                         Your phone. (a beat) Tell Claude, Mitzi's
                         taking care of Pegasus. Not to worry.

               PHONE RINGS. Chandler and Brooke eye Madigan suspiciously.

                                    CHANDLER(ON PHONE)
                         Hello, Claude? Don't worry, Mitzi's 
                         taking care of Pegasus. (a beat) Am I
                         missing something? 

               Madigan continues to eat, smiling at Chandler and Brooke.

               INT. BERNARD'S BEDROOM - SAME MORNING 

               Bernard is on the phone, in office outfit. On the line is MISS
               KATE KENDALL, his fortyish secretary, whose husky voice enunciates
               every syllable distinctly.

                                    KATE (O.S.-ON PHONE)
                         Yes, Mr. Bradsworth, the Int'l. Human
                         Rights Committee is informed of your
                         attending its meeting this morning at
                         nine. Your grandfather... 

               He straightens a WATER COLOR of Pegasus above his headboard. 

                                    KATE (O.S.-ON PHONE) (CONT'D)
                         ...wants you to attend an emergency 
                         meeting at 11 a.m. today on the Bronx 
                         Dev. Project with Mr. Thorpe. You won't 
                         make it to your noon flight to Paris. 
                         However, there is one at 7:00 tonight, 
                         or noon tomorrow.

                                    BERNARD (ON PHONE)
                         I'll be there, and seven tonight is
                         fine. Thank you, Miss Kendall.

               INT. LIMOUSINE - SAME MORNING

               Bernard reflects on a VIOLIN SELECTION. CELL PHONE RINGS.

                                    BERNARD (ON PHONE-CONT'D)
                               (brightly)
                         Hello Robin! 

               EXT. THE THORPE ESTATE VERANDA, SOUTH HAMPTON - SAME MORNING 

               ROBIN, 22, blonde, tall, and slim. In spite her sophisticated
               look, she exhibits both ebullience and innocence. She is by
               the veranda that faces vast grounds and the ocean.

                                    ROBIN (ON PHONE)
                         Darling, you won't be flying with me?

               INT. LIMOUSINE - SAME MORNING - FAVORING BERNARD ---

                                    BERNARD (ON PHONE)
                         Grandfather wants me to join him and
                         your father at a meeting. However,
                         I'm taking the 7:00 flight tonight.

               EXT. THORPE ESTATE - SAME MORNING - REVERSE SHOT 

                                    ROBIN (ON PHONE)
                         Want me to change my flight to 7:00?

               SIX WELL-GROOMED LABRADORS run towards Robin. She SHRIEKS
               GLEEFULLY as the dogs romp with her.

                                    ROBIN (ON PHONE)(CONT'D)
                         Call 911! I'm being abducted ... by aliens. 

                                    BERNARD
                         Want FBI? SWAT Team? MEDICS? (A beat) Use
                         mind over matter...Robin Thorpe!

               ANOTHER ANGLE ON the THORPE ESTATE. Robin throws away her
               shoes and the dogs scamper to retrieve.

                                    ROBIN
                         So would you like me to fly with  you?

               SPLIT SCREEN with Robin and Bernard TALKING ON THE PHONE.

                                    BERNARD
                         Oh no Robin, you and Felicia go
                         ahead and give yourselves some
                         headstart buying up Paris. (a
                         beat) And how did your your
                         essay turn out? 

                                    ROBIN
                         Just an "A+"... thanks to you.

                                    BERNARD
                         Admit it, you're a talented writer.
                         I had nothing to do with it.

                                    ROBIN
                         Except inspire me and believe in
                         me. A trophy of appreciation would
                         be appropriate for your decisive
                         vote in favor of my pursuing
                         Journalism over Father's dictum
                         that I Master in Matrimonial
                         Readiness for our BIG DAY! (waxing
                         romantic) All my life I breathe and
                         dream you. (giggles) How do I serve
                         thee ... MASTER?  

                                    BERNARD
                         I don't need a SLAVE!

                                    ROBIN (ON PHONE)
                         If you say so, SIR! See you in Paris. 

                                    BERNARD (ON PHONE)
                         Before you could unpack.

               SWIPE BERNARD OUT OF FRAME. PULL BACK FROM  ROBIN to INCLUDE
               six dogs running back with Robin's shoes. She evades them,
               runs to the grounds, LAUGHING and SCREAMING into her phone. 

                                    ROBIN (ON PHONE)
                         I love you, Bernard Bradsworth!

               INT. LIMOUSINE - SAME MORNING

                                    BERNARD (ON PHONE)
                         Me, too. (a beat) Ralph, pick me up
                         at three. Go buy your school books.

               Bernard hands the money. Ralph salutes thru the front rear
               view mirror. Aghast at the amount, Ralph turns to Bernard-- 

                                    RALPH
                         Thanks sir, Mr. Bradsworth.

               REVERSE SHOT - The limo swerves, almost hit by an oncoming
               car. Ralph over-compensates. LOUD SCREECHING SOUND of TIRES.

                                    RALPH (CONT'D)
                         Sorry, sir...it won't happen again.

                                    BERNARD
                               (calmly)
                         Take it easy pal - breathe...

               INT. FLORAL WONDERS, INC. OFFICE - SAME MORNING 

               SHOT OF ELEVATOR OPENING to the 20th floor -

               The TRIO (Madigan, Brooke, Chandler), springs out the elevator
               and to FLORAL WONDERS, INC. reception. JOY, 20's, the pretty,
               plump receptionist, brightens up as they near her.

                                    JOY
                         Thanks Fairy Godmom, you're all fine.

                                    MADIGAN 
                         Yes, Joy, it's great to be alive!

                                    BROOKE
                         We're expecting Mrs. Felicia Thorpe.

                                    JOY
                         She's at the atrium with Lyle.

               MOVING SHOT - Thy enter an office that's more like a garden.
               THREE DOZENS EMPLOYEES, of varied ages and nationalities are
               in high spirit. They greet the Trio cheerily.

               As the Trio walks -- MARIE, 30's, sophisticated; CHRISTIE,
               20's, fit and perky; and PAUL, 40's, artistic and energetic,
               converge and walk along with them. They carry FOLDERS.

                                    PAUL
                         Brooke, our orchid order confirmation
                         to Hawaii and Thailand. You're still
                         here, so be useful. Autograph, please. 

                                    BROOKE
                         Great. So Paul, are we on schedule?

                                    PAUL
                         Like clock-work. Smooth, as always.

               REVERSE MOVING SHOT - They're signing documents as they walk.

                                    MARIE
                         Chandler, the amended Kern contract.                                                                                  

                                    CHANDLER
                         Thanks, Marie. Love the details.

                                    CHRISTIE
                         The Thorpe wedding is all ready to go. 
                         I was at the shop. All's fantastic!

                                    MADIGAN
                         That's good to hear, Christie.
                         Should we need more orchids for the 
                         Thorpe wedding, could we manage?

                                    PAUL
                         Not a problem. There's Indonesia.

               BRAD, 20's, glides toward Madigan and hands a box of red roses.

                                    BRAD
                         Another delivery from Le Millionaire.
                         Have a blast in Paree, ville de amour! 

                                    MADIGAN
                         Wow! (reads card; to self) I'll be there.

               INT. ATRIUM - SAME MORNING  

               P.O.V. Of the Trio - Floral props and arrangements are in
               progress. By the arch, FELICIA THORPE poses; her back to them. 

               Like her daughter, Robin - Felicia is tall, slim, and blonde.
               Her hair pompously-coiffed. She turns and faces them.

               Felicia, 40's, is heavily-made-up, and excessive in taste,
               although with fine features. Chameleon-like, she could be
               pleasant one moment, aloof and snobbish the next.

                                    MADIGAN, BROOKE, CHANDLER
                         Good morning, Mrs. Thorpe.

                                    MADIGAN
                         Shall we go to the office?

               Felicia disapproves of LYLE'S presence, nearby. The Trio nods
               at Lyle, who is in his 30's and winsome. He waves and leaves.

                                    FELICIA
                         This is private enough. If there's
                         no mention of my daughter's fiance,
                         it's not an omission. He values his
                         privacy.

                                    CHANDLER
                         We've handled celebrities, so we
                         certainly understand the need for
                         discretion. 

                                    FELICIA
                         There's been a leak. So we're
                         changing the site and date.

                                    BROOKE
                         We've no problem there. Is it later?

                                    FELICIA
                         A week earlier,and it will be at our
                         estate in South Hampton. You can see
                         the place when we return from Paris.    
                         I fly at noon today. With my daughter.

                                    CHANDLER
                         Isn't this serendipitous? We leave
                         for Paris tonight for my friend,
                         Pierre Du Bon's Fashion Show. Also,
                         an Associate is doing the florals.

                                    FELICIA
                         We're attending that, too. I might give 
                         him some business, my daughter's  
                         trousseau. When are you coming back?

                                    BROOKE
                         In two weeks. We've more than a week 
                         for adjustments with the new location.

                                    MADIGAN
                         Flowers are ordered and construction
                         work all done. We'll be fine.

                                    FELICIA
                         I want this sketch in orchids, too.

                                    MADIGAN
                               (checks the sketch)
                         We can do this.

               INT. ATRIUM - SAME MORNING

               MOVING SHOT OF THE TRIO walking cross the atrium by the
               flower arrangements. Chandler fixes a thing here and there,
               with flair, as they pass by. Brad excitedly joins them.

                                    BRAD
                               (excitedly)
                         Claude called...RAVES...RAVES for the
                         florals at the breakfast reception. 

                                    MADIGAN
                         Wonderful! And the extra food order
                         for the center, was it done?

                                    BRAD
                               (excitedly, with
                                flourish)
                         Of course! Claude wanted to let you 
                         all know, that Sean, the caterer, finds
                         the whole concept delectably genius.
                         Mrs. B. likes the idea of extra food
                         order included in her catered party,
                         for donation to the center. She will
                         also ask her friends to do the same. 

                                    CHANDLER
                         Lovely! Please have the food
                         transferred to the wagon. We'll
                         deliver.

                                    BRAD
                         Done!

               Brad EXITS FRAME and the Trio continues on to their offices.

                                    CHANDLER
                         One this afternoon, fine with you two?

                                    BROOKE
                         Sure. But Madigan has a lunch date.

                                    MADIGAN
                         Yes, but I'll make it for the center. 

                                    CHANDLER
                         Once again synchronicity works. Yesterday 
                         the tiara for the Fashion Show wasn't 
                         ready. It'll be finally ready today. Thanks 
                         to our flight delay. Who'll pick it up?

                                    MADIGAN
                         I will. Treasures Jeweler's on my way.

                                    CHANDLER
                         Merci beaucoup. You're an angel.

               EXT. THE INTERNATIONAL DEV. CORP. BUILDING - SAME MORNING   

               KEN, 60's, the doorman, opens the door for Bernard.

                                    BERNARD
                         Hello Ken. How's the new grandchild?

                                    KEN
                         Doing great, Mr. Bradsworth,
                         thank you.

               INT. THE INTERNATIONAL DEV., CORP. OFFICE - SAME MORNING 

               As Bernard walks by, the LADIES vie for his attention, which
               he politely acknowledges without encouraging.

               Bernard's protective full-bodied smartly-clad, KATE KENDALL,
               poses by the office. A plate reads: BERNARD BRADSWORTH - V.P.

                                    KATE
                         Good morning, Mr. Bradsworth. Your
                         flight for 7:00 tonight is confirmed.

                                    BERNARD
                         Thank you, Miss Kendall.

               Kate proudly opens the door. He MOUTHS "thank you," and
               before she follows him, she turns and throws the Ladies that
               taunting victorious look. Eat your heart out.

               REACTIONS from the Ladies - envy and disgust.

               INT. BERNARD'S OFFICE - SAME MORNING  

               On Bernard's desk, a small Lalique pegasus; behind his desk,
               the Manhattan architectural terrain. He leafs over
               invitations. Kate waits for instructions.

                                    BERNARD
                         Please send my regrets to Miss
                         Voss' dinner, Miss Spander's
                         luncheon, Ms. Rhode's soiree,
                         and Mrs. Foch's Debut Ball for
                         her daughter. Send five dozens
                         roses to Chaste Foch. Respond
                         with pleasure to all donation
                         requests.  

               Telephone RINGS. Kate answers with formal courtesy.

                                    KATE
                         Mr. B. Bradsworth office, good
                         morning. (a beat) Yes, you'll
                         receive a press release on the
                         concert. He'll appreciate your
                         not printing his photo. Thank
                         you for your understanding.

                                    BERNARD
                         Thanks. I'll sign the Human Rights
                         concert letters after the meeting.

                                    KATE
                         Your grandfather is in the boardroom.

               INT. BOARDROOM, INTERNATIONAL DEV. CORP. - SAME DAY 

               At the head of the conference table is GRANT BRADSWORTH, a
               distinguished-looking gentleman in his 70's.

               With him are -- NORTH THORPE - 50's, well-built, good
               looking, over-bearing; BRUCE, 40's, Thorpe's Assistant; MRS.
               LAMBERT, Grant's matronly secretary, and Craig.

               Bernard enters the room. They acknowledge his presence.

                                    BERNARD
                         Good morning Grandfather ... North
                         ...Mrs. Lambert...Bruce...Craig.

                                    GRANT
                         Dev. has looked into North's joint-
                         venture proposal. I want you to be
                         apprised with this. 

               Craig handles the slide presentation, showing the land area.

                                    GRANT (CONT'D)
                         In the 40's we lived in the Bronx and 
                         Father bought more land around us, but 
                         when the neighborhood got blighted we 
                         moved out. For decades we did not consider
                         doing anything with the property until 
                         North presented me with his proposal.  

                                    NORTH
                         A year ago, confidential
                         information came to my attention
                         regarding the city's expansion plan
                         for the new millennium. My company,
                         in the last several months bought
                         every property adjoining the
                         Bradsworth's. With our combined
                         real estate holdings, we can
                         undertake a project of this
                         magnitude. Bruce will present what
                         the brains in our Design and
                         Development have created. 

                                    BRUCE
                         The North-Grant City!

               ON SCREEN, RENDERING OF ULTRA-MODERN INFRASTRUCTURE. 

                                    BRUCE (CONT'D)
                         With its latest technology this will
                         serve as the base of global trends.

                                    BERNARD
                         What's presently on the land?

                                    CRAIG
                         Abandoned properties and squatters.

                                    BRUCE
                         Thorpe Dev. has taken cared of the
                         occupants. We're ready to go.

                                    GRANT
                         How about the displaced people?
                         Have provisions been made for
                         relocation?

                                    NORTH
                         That is not our concern, Grant.
                         Property owners have been paid. We do
                         business, not subsidize squatters.

                                    BERNARD
                         What kind of public facilities and
                         environmental measures do we offer?

                                    NORTH
                         Only the best, for the exclusive
                         use of our residents and clientele.
                         This is our monument, Grant. The
                         peak of our achievements!

                                    GRANT
                         Not at the expense of those who find
                         themselves homeless and excluded.

                                    NORTH
                         Let's define our priorities Grant.
                         It's a developer's dream. (a beat)
                         Our part is cleared. How about yours?

                                    BERNARD
                         Craig, what's the status on our part?

                                    CRAIG
                         Notices to vacate have been served,
                         however, we discovered from the
                         Hall of Records, that one property,
                         smack in the center of the project
                         is deeded to someone in Paris.

                                    NORTH
                         Offer an indecent amount of money.

                                    CRAIG
                         We did, but received no response.

                                    BERNARD
                         I'm flying to Paris. Craig, provide me
                         with the info. I'll see the owner.

               Grant REACTS vehemently, which shocks everyone.

                                    GRANT
                         NO! (composes himself) Bernard is
                         closing a big contract in Paris. I
                         don't want him distracted by this.
                         North, your architects can redesign
                         and build around that property.

                                    NORTH
                         We're not going to allow a small
                         property owner to foil a venture of
                         two giant developers. If the owner
                         has not responded, whoever is there
                         must just be another squatter. Just
                         evict. Better yet, have the city
                         Department find some violations.
                         Stopping progress, is intolerable. 

                                    GRANT
                         NO! No dirt digging... no legalese.
                                 (Exasperated) 
                         I am too old for this.

                                    NORTH
                         Let Bernard work with me. After all
                         we'll be family...very soon.

                                    BERNARD
                         We will talk when I return from
                         Paris, North. Let's go home Grandpa.
                         Grandma worries when you get upset. 

                                    GRANT
                         Eloise always does. She should not
                         know about this.

               Bernard helps Grant; Mrs. Lambert follows, concerned. North
               stands, shaking his head. Bernard confers with Craig.

                                    BERNARD
                         Check out the place, but whatever 
                         you find, don't do anything until 
                         my return.

                                    CRAIG
                         Will do.

               INT. RESTAURANT IN MANHATTAN - AFTERNOON, SAME DAY

               The HOSTESS leads Madigan to a table in an exclusive glass
               walled restaurant in a high-rise building in Manhattan.

               THEODORE BEDFORD, 40's, welcomes Madigan. A tall, ruggedly
               handsome man, he exudes power and wealth, yet looks worried.

                                    THEODORE
                         Thank you for seeing me.

                                    MADIGAN
                         What's wrong, Theodore?

               The WAITER approaches. Theodore is unmindful of him.

                                    THEODORE
                         I heard about the plane collision.
                         I just had to see you, before you
                         take another flight to Paris.

                                    MADIGAN
                               (to Waiter; discreetly)
                         We'll order a little later. (a beat)
                         Theodore, the roses you sent were
                         lovely, thank you for your
                         thoughtfulness. (a beat) But at the rate
                         you have been buying up all those roses,
                         for the past four months, I'm afraid you
                         will drain all our suppliers. 

                                    THEODORE
                         It gives me much pleasure doing
                         anything for you. (a beat) You know
                         how much I value your friendship...
                         and...

                                    MADIGAN
                         I know Theodore. You're a very dear and
                         caring friend. And patient. How many
                         invitations to Broadway premiers and
                         fund-raisers I've passed up? Yet, you
                         never crossed me off your guest list.

                                    THEODORE
                         I would never do that. There is only 
                         one name on my list. Yours, Madigan.
                            (He reaches over for her hand)
                         Please give me a chance to show you,
                         how deeply I care for you.

                                    MADIGAN
                         Let's, let's not go there now, please.

                                    THEODORE
                         I'm sorry. You have your trip to
                         think about. I'll be here waiting.

                                    MADIGAN
                         Know what? Dinner's on me, when I
                         come back from Paris.

                                    THEODORE
                         I can't wait. But please, it's on me.

                                    MADIGAN
                         Sure, Theodore. (a beat) I'm starving.

                                    THEODORE
                         My fault. It's insensitive of me.

               Theodore motions for the Waiter. They laugh.

               INT. THE TREASURES JEWELER - SAME AFTERNOON

               Madigan walks to the counter of the TREASURES JEWELER.

                                    GIGI
                         I'm Gigi. Does anything interest you? 

                                    MADIGAN
                         I've come to pick up a tiara.

                                    GIGI
                         I'll tell the owner, Mr. Gerard.

               She leaves Madigan, who is attracted to the display window.

               ZOOM IN TO A C.U. Of an AMETHYST RING in a small heart-shaped
               glass case with a caption beneath it. The ring, in platinum
               setting is of two palms, male and female, also in platinum,
               cupping two heart-shaped amethysts, entwined as twins. 

               While Madigan is enraptured by the ring, MR. GERARD, 40's,
               cultured with charming manner, comes with the tiara box.

                                    MR. GERARD
                         Pardon me Miss, you came for the tiara? 

                                    MADIGAN
                         Oh yes ... yes.

               Mr. Gerard shows Madigan the high-styled tiara, and replaces
               it in the box. He refers to the amethyst ring.

                                    MR. GERARD
                         Beautiful, isn't it?

                                    MADIGAN
                         It's...it's more than beautiful. 
                         It's highly creative...imaginative... 
                         In an emotional way. It touches me. 

                                    MR. GERARD
                         Impressive! I've never heard anyone
                         describe it that way. I love it. I'm
                         flattered. Let me get it for you.

               Mr. Gerard brings out the heart-shaped case, sets it on the
               counter, and hands the ring to a breathless Madigan.

                                    MADIGAN
                         May I?

               Mr. Gerard nods and Madigan wears it on her left ring finger.

                                    MADIGAN (CONT'D)
                         Unbelievable...it reaches out to me.

                                    MR. GERARD
                         If all my clientele have your eyes for
                         beauty and your heart that appreciates,
                         I'll be the happiest and most fulfilled
                         mortal in the cosmos.

                                    MADIGAN
                         You're not bad yourself. No price?

                                    MR. GERARD
                         Unfortunately, it is not for sale,
                         otherwise, I would love to have you
                         wear it. (a beat) It is a "Sweetheart
                         Ring." I display it for the passing
                         world to see and to remind us mortals,
                         that in spite all our craziness, one
                         thing is constant and immutable. For
                         indeed, the greatest of all.. is love!

                                    MADIGAN
                         I agree. Wow, you've a gift for words!

                                    MR. GERARD
                         A frustrated poet, who truly believes,
                         but cannot seem to hold on to its
                         magic; its promises. This says it all.

               Mr Gerard hands the caption to Madigan who reads it aloud.

                                    MADIGAN
                         "When you find your twin soul...the
                         Universe will let you know." Wow!
                         What inspired you?

                                    MR. GERARD
                         A friend. I designed this as a dare. The
                         three of us, friends since first grade,
                         fantasized about  everything...girls, 
                         etc., etc. But one of us, the romantic...
                         the dreamer...the stubborn one...

               Madigan gives the ring and Mr. Gerard reflects on it.

                                    MR. GERARD (CONT'D)
                         ...who sounded almost mystical, declared,
                         that he will only marry when he meets his
                         twin soul. Of course, we did not believe in
                         such a fantasy. Meanwhile, the two of us,
                         impatient and eager ones, are now on our
                         second and third divorces. How about that?

                                    MADIGAN
                         And the third...is still waiting
                         for his...twin soul.

                                    MR. GERARD
                         When he picks this up, who knows when,
                         or if ever, perhaps we will believe
                         that there's, in fact, such a thing as
                         twin souls...somewhere in the galaxy. 

                                    MADIGAN
                         Believe it !

               C.U. Of Madigan FACE - BEAMING WITH HOPE.

               EXT. SLUMS, SOMEWHERE IN THE BRONX - SAME AFTERNOON

               PULL BACK from Madigan's FACE TO REVEAL her, sitting between
               Chandler, who's driving, and Brooke. Chandler, in his black
               T-shirt and black jeans; Brooke in aerobic tights and head
               band. Madigan in body tights, a sarong-style-wrap, around
               her waist. They sing along with Cher's "BELIEVE." 

               FOLLOW the STATION WAGON - "FLORAL WONDERS, INC." Painted on  
               its side, passing blighted streets of store-fronts progressing
               to a no-man's land - a stretch of junk cars, tires, garbage,
               abandoned buildings with graffiti, over-grown bushes. 

               The wagon slows down before a once-gated private property, a
               faded sign hangs from the wrought iron arch that reads; "THE
               POWER OF LOVE" CENTER. Ancient trees surround the area.  

               The wagon drives thru the missing gates, on a brick-paved
               driveway, to a once-elegant, now weather-beaten residence.

               EXT. "THE POWER OF LOVE" CENTER -SAME AFTERNOON

               Chandler stops the wagon in front of the center. Above its
               tall double-door, is its slogan, "LOVE CONQUERS ALL." MUSICAL
               INTERLUDE - "The Power Of One" sung by Donna Summer.

               Chandler parks the wagon beside the driver side of a VAN,
               SENIORS' HEAVENLY SHELTER painted on an opened sliding door.

               TEN MEN and WOMEN WAVE at the Trio, and proceed to the
               center. The Trio WAVES back, and unloads the BOXES of food. 

               The DIAL-A-RIDE BUS parks beside the Seniors" van, 8 SENIOR
               VOLUNTEERS step out, WAVE at the Trio. The bus leaves. 

               CHANGE ANGLE - As soon as the Trio and the new arrivals
               disappear into the center, LILY, 10, a malnourished blonde
               girl, sneaks out from the bushes, grabs a take-out plate from
               the wagon, back to the bushes, and devours the food.

               ANGLE ON an OLD MODEL CAR parking in the space just vacated
               by the bus. The black driver, BOB, 20's - steps out with
               ANTON, 60, and RAY, 50's; both shabby, each clutching a small
               bundle of belongings. They look unsure and suspicious.

                                    BOB
                         Come on...it's all right. Safer and
                         warmer here than the streets.

               The two men hesitate, then trail Bob to the center.

               INT. CENTER LIVING ROOM - SAME DAY 

               CARESSA FOURNIER, 70's an agile French lady, with white hair in a
               French twist, and a lovely joyful face, gently touches Lily, who
               sleeps on a bench at the bright and neat living/reception room.
               Lily stirs and instantly gets up.

                                    CARESSA
                               (with a hint of French
                                accent)
                         Hi, I'm Caressa. What's your name?

                                    LILY
                         Lily...

                                    CARESSA
                         Hungry?

               Lily SHAKES her head "NO." Caressa extends her hand, smiling.

                                    CARESSA (CONT'D)
                         Come, Lily, let's join the others.

               HALLWAY - Caressa leads Lily and opens a door; both peep in.

               P.O.V. - A ROOM - Brooke does aerobics with EIGHT YOUNG BOYS
               and GIRLS and Eight Seniors, to "I Will Survive." 

               WE FOLLOW Caressa and Lily looking in at the NEXT ROOM.

               Chandler demonstrates tango steps with JANE, to Seniors and
               TEENAGE VOLUNTEERS and SIX HOMELESS MEN and WOMEN. Partners
               tango spiritedly around the room, gliding by Caressa and 
               Lily. 

               ON Caressa and Lily MOVING ON, peeping into the NEXT ROOM.

               Madigan, with 16 MEN and WOMEN SENIORS; TEENAGE BOYS and
               GIRLS, all moving expressively to INSTRUMENTAL of "MISTY."

                                    MADIGAN
                         Close your eyes, feel the music.
                         Fly. Be a butterfly, a bird. Be
                         free as the wind. Breathe deeply,
                         for the air is free to us all.
                         Inhale and be refreshed; exhale and
                         be cleansed. Dance with your
                         heart...with your soul...

               They are inspired; swaying, stretching, leaping, spinning.

               ANOTHER ANGLE - Lily looks up at Caressa, who nods. Lily
               shyly joins behind the group. Madigan gives her a welcoming
               smile. 

               P.O.V. Of Madigan - Lily tentatively, slowly moves to the music,
               and soon enrapt in her own world, expresses herself freely.  

                                    MADIGAN (CONT'D)
                         Feel good about yourself...dare to
                         dream, for this, too, is free.
                         Truly, truly believe, for dreams do
                         happen...

               Caressa smiles, closes the door, and strides DOWN THE HALL.

               INT. CENTER STUDY ROOM - SAME DAY 

               Senior Volunteers, NONA, BURT, and CARL each helps TWO
               PRETEENS BOY and GIRL with homework, counsels a distraught
               10-year old MARIO and teaches computer to a TEENAGE BOY, a
               TEENAGE GIRL, and a HOMELESS WOMAN.

               INT. CENTER DINING ROOM - SAME DAY 

               Bob, FRED , and TESS, 20 to 30, unpack boxes of food, while
               Anton and Ray eat from take-out plates, as Caressa enters. 

                                    BOB
                         These are real gourmet food,
                         Caressa.

                                    CARESSA
                         Good Bob! No one could ever tell us,
                         how gourmet cuisine tastes like.

                                    BOB
                         True! Isn't sharing just cool? Hey,
                         you beautiful people out there...
                         have parties with extra food
                         orders, and have your caterers pack
                         'em and send 'em out this way...and
                         to other places, too. 

               Fred, Tess, Anton, and Ray, CHORUS "AMEN" and APPLAUD.

                                    CARESSA
                         That's the right spirit, Bob. The
                         positive way can go a long way.

               INT. CENTER SECOND FLOOR BEDROOM - SAME DAY 

               Caressa looks pensively, at the two dozen bunkbeds. She
               holds a typewritten LETTER. O.S. LAUGHTER and FOOTSTEPS
               of the Trio.

                                    BROOKE, CHANDLER, MADIGAN
                               (O.S., animatedly)
                         Caressa, are you there? We're 
                         leaving. We just want to say 
                         good-bye.

               The Trio ENTERS FRAME, but surprised to see a sad Caressa.

                                    MADIGAN
                         Is something wrong, Caressa?

               Caressa hands Madigan, the letter. The Trio reads silently.

               EXT. CENTER GROUNDS - SAME AFTERNOON 

               CARESSA and the Trio survey the grounds sprouting with blooms;
               PAIRS of SENIORS and YOUTHS engaged in a variety of activities. 

                                    CARESSA
                         Isn't this sad to be evicted after
                         so many have found a home here?

                                    MADIGAN
                         We can talk to the developers, and
                         request for an area for the center.

                                    BROOKE
                         Yeah? If 2 and 2 don't add up to 4,
                         if there's no profit, forget it.

                                    CHANDLER
                         At least ask. It's an opportunity
                         to show their humanity. Perhaps ask
                         for a facility for the homeless.

                                    CARESSA
                         You're right. We have to believe
                         that they care. We need a nurturing
                         place for the temporarily
                         displaced; a place for seniors to
                         feel that they haven't outlived
                         their usefulness; that they're not
                         like fully-depreciated cars...

               P.O.V. Of Caressa and the Trio - CHARLIE, late 60's, teaching
               car repair to 3 TEENAGE BOYS, using a dismantled car engine.

                                    CARESSA (V.O.)(CONT'D)
                         Our seniors have the wisdom and 
                         experience they can share with 
                         our youths.

                                    BROOKE
                         You're an optimist, Caressa, in a
                         world that no longer seems to
                         encourage it.

                                    CARESSA 
                         Optimism is a gift. No one can take
                         it away, unless we give it up, but
                         why give up the force that sustains
                         us? Why give up the air? As Madigan
                         says, it's free.

                                    CHANDLER
                         We are the unorthodox ones.
                         Remember, how we overcame the
                         obstacles on our homeless senior
                         youth efforts? We've disproved 
                         the general opinion, that because
                         we would be dealing with what is
                         labelled as anti-social attitudes,
                         this place could be a haven of
                         manipulative and destructive
                         elements. But because we respect
                         them, believe in them, they know
                         that they could be productive
                         again. They even enrich their 
                         lives with music and dancing.

                                    MADIGAN
                         Surely our spirits need to feel good.

                                    CARESSA
                         What we do maybe idealistic, but it
                         works. When the intention is honest
                         and born of love, miracles happen.
                         Love is on our side. Believe in its
                         power. So, developers, come see us! 

                                    BROOKE
                         We are dreamers. Face the real world.

                                    CARESSA
                         Brooke, my precious child, we are
                         not dreamers...we are optimists.
                         The big difference is, we just
                         don't lie down under shady trees
                         on hot afternoons, dreaming for
                         things to happen. We're optimists
                         for we are doers. WE CAN!

               THREE MALE SENIORS and TWO PRE-TEEN BOYS are RAPPING while
               working on the vegetable garden. Caressa raps with them.

                                    CARESSA (CONT'D)
                         When we turn work to play...
                         Muscle pains go away.

               The group applaud; the Trio impressed by Caressa's spirit.

                                    CARESSA (CONT'D)
                         I came from a world...and a time 
                         more cruel than this. Hope, optimism,
                         we had to have, or we just fade 
                         away. I love life, and here I am,
                         appreciating it more and more 
                         each day.

               They pass by Lily, braiding the hair of VERA, 70's, while
               Burt shows Mario how to play drums, using old metal pots.

                                    CARESSA (CONT'D)
                         Faith makes things possible, but 
                         never promises us things would be 
                         easy. So I make sure I have close  
                         to my heart at all times, faith and
                         optimism. One, makes it possible, the
                         other, makes it, hopefully... easier.

               They stroll by the flower garden tended by YOUTHS and SENIORS,
               where butterflies flit from flower to flower.

                                    CARESSA (CONT'D)
                         Go, enjoy Paris. Love be with you!
                         Look at those joyful and free
                         butterflies. Like love, they flit
                         from blossom to blossom, whispering
                         their song, till the world stills
                         to listen and sings in unison. 
                         (a beat) Au revoir! 

               INT. AIRPLANE, BUSINESS SECTION - NIGHT

               Madigan, eyes closed, sits between Chandler and Brooke.

               C.U. Of MADIGAN'S EYES - SUPER - FLASH CUT (IC/PT)-PRESENT   

               AUNTIE ANGELA - late 30's, petite, bruised, is kicked by her
               husband, BRUNO; middle-age, 6-foot, Pot-bellied hulk. He
               raises a baseball bat, but Madigan CALLS, "AUNTIE ANGELA,"
               and from behind, she jumps him, and bites his right arm. He
               SCREAMS. SCENE FADES OUT.

               BACK TO PREVIOUS SCENE - ANGLE ON - Chandler and Brooke,
               eyeing Madigan, WHISPERING.

                                    CHANDLER
                         Madigan, my fair lady, pray tell.

               She opens one eye, peers at Chandler; the other, at Brooke.

                                    BROOKE
                               (to Chandler,
                                conspiratorially)
                         About which? The whoever in her
                         life inspires her to waltz on cloud
                         ten? Or the Claude phone call, or
                         other 2-and-2-equals-five things? 

                                    CHANDLER
                         Come Madigan, love, confess. Please!

                                    MADIGAN
                               (whispers back, evading)
                         Not my making. Things just happen.

                                    CHANDLER
                         Which ones?

                                    MADIGAN
                         All of the above.

                                    BROOKE
                         All of the above could be explained
                         scientifically. Some of us are able 
                         to use more than just 10% of our 
                         idle brain. No mystery there. About 
                         the odd look? Simply ask her. No 
                         sweat.

                                    CHANDLER
                         Not as simple as you think. Many
                         things can't be explained.

                                    BROOKE
                         Oh, you're talking metaphysical. 
                         Or psychic phenomena. Give me 
                         something to chew on. (a beat) 
                         Why are we whispering?

                                    CHANDLER
                         It's discreet. About proof? One 
                         day you'll have it. Maybe even
                         sooner. 

               Meanwhile, Madigan seems to sense a presence. She stands.

                                    BROOKE
                         Now, what? Do we bail out, or what?

                                    CHANDLER
                         Must have felt some kind of 
                         vibration.

               FOLLOW Madigan who sidles past Chandler, walks to the First
               Class, is about to peep in, but STEWARDESS, 30's steps out.

                                    STEWARDESS
                         You need anything, Miss?

               Madigan stops, pauses, and smiles -

                                    MADIGAN
                         No. Just stretching.

               Madigan turns back, as the Stewardess closes the curtain.

               INT. AIRPLANE, FIRST CLASS SECTION - SAME NIGHT

               The Stewardess turns, walks by the aisle, smiles at Bernard,
               who sits alone, drinking a bottled water. He smiles back.

                                    STEWARDESS
                               (flirts subtly)
                         Mr. Bradsworth, interested in
                         juice...wine...liquor...tea...
                         coffee? Anything?

               INTERCUT - Bernard politely shakes his head to her every offer.                                             

                                    BERNARD
                         No, thanks water is fine.

               Bernard feels something appealing behind him; turns, smiles,
               disregards it, and closes his eyes.

               INT. AIRPLANE, BUSINESS SECTION - SAME NIGHT

               Madigan is back at her seat. Smiling, she closes her eyes,.

                                    CHANDLER
                         Enlighten us, Madigan. Something 
                         is definitely brewing. You know 
                         we care.

                                    BROOKE
                         Yeah. Lots of square pegs in round
                         holes and vice versa...
                         Hey, you bit your lips? There's red
                         on your teeth.

                                    MADIGAN
                         It's nothing...must be my lipstick.

               EXT. ARC DE TRIOMPHE - DAY 

               PIERRE DU BON, a French gentleman, late 30, short, suave, and
               charming, with eloquent hands, takes photos of his friends,
               Chandler, Madigan, and Brooke by the Arc de Triomphe.

                                    BROOKE
                         Pierre, mon ami, you make my first
                         visit, tres merveilleuse! I always
                         felt an affinity for anything
                         French. Like I've been here before.

                                    PIERRE
                         Perhaps. (a beat) Enjoy the Eiffel
                         Tower.

               FOLLOW PIERRE'S SWEEPING HANDS.

                                      PIERRE (V.O.) (CONT'D)
                         The Palais Royal, Tuileries, Musee
                         de Louvre...

               SERIES OF SHOTS - The group pose and take photos of the Notre
               Dame, L' Opera, St. Madeleine, Palais du Luxemburg, Bois de
               Vincennes, Le Grande Arche, etc. They mimic the MIMES, JUGGLERS,
               FIRE-EATERS, and ARTISTS at the Pompidou center  piazza.

               EXT. CASTLE GROUNDS -ANOTHER DAY

               Madigan, Brooke, Chandler, and Pierre are enjoying a picnic
               on the lush grounds with the castle behind them.

                                    MADIGAN
                               (excitedly pointing at
                                the castle)
                         That's my castle in the sand, as I
                         dreamed it, when I was a little girl.  

                                    CHANDLER
                         Dreams are indeed powerful when the
                         heart wills it. And little girls
                         and little boys have such magical
                         ways of making dreams come true.
                         They BELIEVE! 

                                    BROOKE
                         How did you find this place Pierre?

                                    PIERRE
                         My favorite. (joyfully twirls
                         around) As a child, I promised my
                         little brother, mom frere, that
                         I'll take him here when we grow up.

                                    BROOKE
                               (remembers; as if in a
                                trance)
                         This is weird. My older sister twirled
                         exactly like that, whenever she got
                         excited.(becomes emotional) She was such
                         an angel, and I was the ogre. While she
                         slept, I  branded her leg with a hot
                         horseshoe, for good luck, I explained to
                         mother as she wrestled the hot stuff from
                         me and burned her arm, as well.

               Chandler hugs Brooke and brushes her cheek gently with the
               back of his palm. Brooke looks at him, uncomprrehendingly.

                                    CHANDLER
                         Now...now little one..ma amie...hush.

                                    BROOKE
                               (tearfully reminisces,
                                still as if in a
                                trance)
                         I was inconsolable for my misdeeds,
                         and she calmed me down just as
                         you're doing. "I still love you,"
                         she whispered, "and always will,"
                         mon fils, mon amour." 

               Laughing, Pierre flaunts his horseshoe birthmark on his shin
               and Chandler shows off a horseshoe scar on his arm.

                                    PIERRE
                         Lucky me, a painless birthmark
                         memento.

                                    CHANDLER
                         And a free tattoo from birth.

                                    BROOKE
                         I was a terror. (tearing) I wish
                         they know how sorry I am.

                                    CHANDLER & PIERRE
                               (compassionately hug
                                Brooke)
                         Oh... they know.

               Pierre pulls up Brooke, and they both twirl around laughing;
               Chandler applauding. And Pierre bursts into a song.

                                    PIERRE
                         Oui! Life is a carousel, my friends!

               C.U. Of Madigan who smiles as she sees a different scene.

               P.O.V. Of Madigan - 

               The SCENE with Pierre, Chandler, and Brooke BLURS and FOCUSES
               BACK into (IC/PT) with them appearing as CHILDREN in French
               peasant costumes; Pierre as a GIRL and Brooke, as a BOY and
               Chandler as the MOTHER, 20's, contentedly watching.

                                    MADIGAN 
                               (watching scene;
                                confidently)
                         All will just be fine...you'll see.

               BACK to the PICNIC - THE PRESENT - They're TOASTING happily.

                                    PIERRE
                         By the way, how did you three meet?

                                    BROOKE
                         I met Madigan at a shelter. I was a
                         disillusioned...messed up youngster,
                         with no place to go home to.

                                    MADIGAN
                         And I was a scared...lost orphan.

                                    CHANDLER
                         At Central Park, one Sunday, I came
                         across these two ebullient, smart young
                         ladies selling the most creative, most
                         poetic, lyrical, floral arrangements.

                                    BROOKE
                         Our way of raising college tuition...

                                    MADIGAN
                         ...and this most gorgeous young man
                         listened to our business idea...just a
                         dream really...but he believed in us.

                                    CHANDLER
                         And the rest is history, as they
                         say. Serendipity at its best!

                                    PIERRE
                         Chandler here left Oxford  for
                         Paris Otis Parsons, that's where 
                         we met, ladies, in Art class. My
                         calling is to dress up the ladies;
                         his, to dress up the galas. 

                                    CHANDLER
                         The Universe conspires, indeed, and
                         shapes our ends. We just do our part.

                                    PIERRE
                         But Chandler mon bon ami, besides
                         your successful business and your
                         volunteer work, what's your
                         dream, just for yourself?

                                    CHANDLER
                         My fondest dream, wish, if you
                         will, is to be with friends, like
                         all of you, who respect, care,
                         love, and feel for me, as I for
                         them, and of course, appreciate my
                         cooking, and my many other talents.
                         But seriously, in the grand scheme
                         of things, I dream of a life with
                         one who's caring, and honest. A
                         life with someone, sans hypocrisy. 

                                    PIERRE
                         That's fantastique. You know exactly
                         what you want, and you'll have it, 
                         mon amour. I can just feel it. (a beat) 
                         And how about you Brooke, ma belle?  
                         No one's caught your fancy yet? Why?

                                    BROOKE
                         Because what I'm looking for, must
                         be in other planets. But I'm okay
                         where I'm at. Why be in a
                         relationship that will just cramp
                         my style...my freedom?

                                    PIERRE
                         You must have a dream, ma bonne amie.

                                    BROOKE
                         Dream? Oh yeah, but they will
                         remain just dreams. (seriously) 
                         But yeah, I dream, too. That
                         someday out there in the galaxy, 
                         is someone who can see thru this
                         super-efficient Brooke, the 
                         scared girl, who dreads to repeat
                         the pattern of her parents' so
                         called-commitment, where one 
                         spouse leaves the other, at a time
                         in one's life when opportunities
                         are no longer that available; when
                         it becomes too late  for the one,
                         whose value had been completely
                         depleted and spent. And the body 
                         worn out and all wrinkled up.

                                    MADIGAN
                         Oh God, Brooke you can't believe 
                         that. It isn't your pattern...
                         it's not you. We each shape our 
                         own pattern.

                                    CHANDLER
                         We're sorry about your parents, 
                         but that pattern ends right now, 
                         right here with you. Trust me on 
                         this and believe!

                                    PIERRE
                         I didn't mean this to happen. S'il
                         vou plait, have pity on my mascara.
                         Let's change the subject. (a beat) 
                         If you have to place a "want ad"
                         how would it read?

                                    BROOKE
                         This one I like. First, I'd place the
                         ad in the Intergalactic Bulletin, and
                         it would read: Looking for a tall,
                         (that's to improve our offsprings' DNA)
                         impishly good-looking, cultured (to
                         polish my rough edges), and a  GENTLE
                         man, who'll love me despite my
                         shenanigans, for inside this fireball,
                         is but an iceberg waiting for passion
                         to melt it, and, of course, one who can
                         whip up gourmet cuisine.

               Madigan and Pierre look quizzically at Chandler, who smiles.

                                    BROOKE (CONT'D)
                         As a CPA, I believe in balance sheets, 
                         but when I find one I'm in love with,
                         and who'll love me, there will be no
                         balance sheet, no 50/50 arrangements.
                         When I give, I give my 100%...my all.

                                    CHANDLER
                         And if he gives you back 150%?

                                    BROOKE
                         Then I'll give him back 200%. And 
                         it'll be a relationship of endless 
                         giving. If there is someone out 
                         there who fits the bill.

                                    MADIGAN
                         Sometimes when we look far (teases)...
                         we miss what's right under our nose.

                                    BROOKE
                         Yeah? And where is that elusive one?

                                    MADIGAN
                               (evasively)
                         I'll have to excuse myself, ma 
                         cheri amour. That shade tree is 
                         so inviting. Au revoir.

               Madigan glides towards a shade tree, leaving the three agape.

               EXT. SHADE TREE - SAME DAY 

               Madigan is sound asleep under the shade tree, the three not
               far from her; the castle, a towering backdrop.

               CHANGE ANGLE - Brooke, Chandler, and Pierre regard Madigan.

                                    BROOKE
                         Don't you just envy her? She can 
                         will herself to relax anytime,
                         anywhere.

               C.U.  OF MADIGAN. SUPER (IC/PT) on her FACE -

               FLASH CUT - NIGHT, PRESENT - A hog-tied GLEN, 15, good-looking
               lanky boy, his HEAD in PLASTIC BAG, is kicked out of a car
               with CHEERING BOYS. The car SPEEDS away. Madigan BARGES INTO
               FRAME, frantically biting the plastic bag open. FADE OUT.

               CHANGE ANGLE - MADIGAN WAKES UP, deeply bothered. She walks
               away from the three, who chat animatedly. But they notice and
               Brooke CALLS AFTER HER.

                                    BROOKE (CONT'D)
                         Slept well? Where are you going?

                                    MADIGAN
                         I'll be by the lake.

               EXT. THE LAKE - SAME DAY 

               Madigan sits by the lake, speaking to someone from long ago.

                                    MADIGAN
                         I need to talk, Granny Lola. My
                         friends notice, and I don't want
                         to lie to them.  

               MADIGAN WATCHES A SCENE ---

               EXT. LAKE, NOT THIS LAKE - ANOTHER DAY, LONG AGO

               It is another lake; more idyllic, more rustic. CHILD MADIGAN, 8,
               sits under a tree, beside LOLA, her great, great, grandmother.

                                    CHILD MADIGAN 
                         I'm scared, Granny Lola. Auntie
                         Angela said I shouldn't tell anyone
                         because they will think I'm crazy.

                                    LOLA
                         It's a gift, Madigan, a special one.

                                    CHILD MADIGAN
                         But I don't know what to do with
                         it. I'm just a little girl.

                                    LOLA
                         Patience, child. In time you will.
                         Accept the gift with gratitude. God
                         only gives what we can handle. For
                         He is a kind and wise God.  

                                    CHILD MADIGAN
                         Do other children have this gift, too?

                                    LOLA
                         We all have it, if only we pause to
                         listen. But yours is very special.

                                    CHILD MADIGAN
                         Do you have this gift, too, Granny Lola?

                                    LOLA
                         Yes, Madigan. Do you think I'm crazy?

               Madigan shakes her head, "NO" and smiles up at Lola.

               EXT. THE LAKE - SAME DAY, THE PRESENT 

               ESTABLISHING SHOT of the lake with Madigan walking along its
               bank...pensively...reflectively.

                                    LOLA (V.O.)
                         If everything we feel and everything we
                         know, we have to explain to those who
                         refuse to believe, we will be spending
                         our entire life explaining things,
                         because life is one mystery after 
                         another. If we can only appreciate 
                         life's wonders and together think 
                         good thoughts, we can do good deeds. 
                         And hopefully reinvent our world.  

               P.O.V. - The lake with water lilies. A kingfisher swoops down,
               swiftly soars up, then releases a tiny fish in its beak.

                                    LOLA  (V.O. (CONT'D)
                         Mysteries exist whether we deny 
                         or believe, whether we understand 
                         or not.

               ANOTHER ANGLE - Swans serenely bask, a weeping willow stands
               in solitude, its branches thirstily reaching into the water.

                                    LOLA (CONT'D)
                         Listen to your heart and you'll 
                         not go wrong. Believe and be
                         unafraid.

                                    MADIGAN
                         Thank you, Granny Lola. I feel 
                         much better already. 

               EXT. BRIGHTLY-LIT CHATEAU - NIGHT

               Limos and luxury cars unload GUESTS in masquerade costumes.

               INT. CHATEAU GRAND STAIRCASE - SAME NIGHT          

               GUESTS, in period costumes with masks, step down the grand
               staircase, and are welcomed by the hostess, the BARONESS.

               Bernard, Robin, and Felicia are by the reception line, when
               the Trio and Pierre arrive above the staircase.

               Strong chemistry between the masked Bernard and Madigan. 

               WE FOLLOW Bernard, Robin, and Felicia as they saunter to the
               elegant MUSIC ROOM. The Trio and Pierre ENTER FRAME.

               Bernard and company continue on to the LIVING ROOM and on to
               the DINING ROOM. The Trio and Pierre follow and merge with
               other guests. Bernard and Madigan feel an uplifting presence.

               At the ART GALLERY, the Trio and Pierre view the art collection of
               paintings and observe the other guests, as well.  

                                    BROOKE
                         Who are all these people, Pierre?

                                    PIERRE
                         The creme de la creme of Paris society.

                                    BROOKE
                         So, what are we doing here?

                                    CHANDLER
                         Playing creme de la creme. Pray
                         tell why, Pierre. 

                                    PIERRE
                         Our Hostess, the Baroness and many of
                         the guests are among my clientele.

                                    BROOKE
                         Must be fulfilling, to say the least, 
                         to influence Paris' haute couture.

                                    CHANDLER
                         Absolutely! However, what I admire
                         most is how you, Pierre and other
                         benefactors show that sense of
                         "noblesse oblige." Just lovely!

                                    PIERRE
                         Yes, it feels good to give something 
                         back. This Masquerade Ball is always 
                         a big fund-raiser for the Intl. Human 
                         Rights Org. However, the Committee 
                         has other fund-raising events as well, 
                         like the Concert next week, which I 
                         insist, you all attend.

               ANOTHER ANGLE - Madigan gets absorbed by a PAINTING of the
               GIVERNY RIVER and lingers in awe before moving on.

               Bernard is drawn to the same painting, while Felicia and
               Robin stop to talk to some of the guests. 

               EXT. CHATEAU GROUNDS AND GARDENS - SAME NIGHT          

               Madigan strolls, stopping by the fountain with dancing waters.

               Nearby, Bernard, alone this time, finds the leaping waters,
               appealing. Madigan feels exhilarated as Bernard nears her.

               The O.S. PLAYING of the ORCHESTRA is HEARD and the strolling
               guests and Madigan return to the chateau. Bernard follows.

               INT. CHATEAU BALLROOM - SAME NIGHT          

               The Orchestra PLAYS the "MINUET" and guests in pairs move to
               the center of the ballroom for the Minuet dance - 

               Madigan with Chandler and Brooke with Pierre join in;
               opposite them, Robin with Bernard and Felicia with a KING.

               During the switching of partners, Madigan and Bernard waltz
               for a few turns, but the magnetism lingers on, way after the
               dance had long ended. 

               INT. FASHION SHOW HALL - ANOTHER NIGHT

               The Trio is among the chic audience at the Fashion Show. And
               an impressive floral decor stands out.

               The FINALE - WEDDING ENSEMBLE. The BRIDE, wears Chandler's
               TIARA. Standing ovation greets Pierre Du Bon, on stage.

               Across the ramp from the Trio, sit Felicia and Robin.

                                    BROOKE
                         The floral of Maurice is fantastique.

                                    CHANDLER
                         Fleur Magnifique Du Paris does wonders.

                                    MADIGAN
                         And the tiara is fabulous!

               INT. FASHION SHOW RECEPTION HALL - SAME NIGHT

               The Trio, MAURICE & NICOLE, both French and ANYA, Danish, all
               thirtyish, are with Pierre, when Felicia and Robin join them.

                                    CHANDLER
                         Mrs. Thorpe, my friend, Pierre du Bon.
                         Pierre, Mrs. Thorpe, our client.

                                    PIERRE
                               (kisses her hand)
                         Madam Thorpe, the pleasure is mine.

                                    FELICIA
                         My daughter, Robin Thorpe; Robin, Pierre.

                                    PIERRE
                               (kisses her hand)
                         Very pleased. Mademoiselle Thorpe.

                                    ROBIN
                         I love your collection, Pierre.

                                    FELICIA
                         We are buying for Robin's trousseau.

                                    PIERRE
                         Marvelous! Merci! I'm thrilled.

                                    ROBIN
                         My fiance missed the show, but he'll
                         meet us for dinner. We would love to
                         have you all join us. Please do.

                                    CHANDLER
                         Thanks, but we are dining with Pierre 
                         and our local associates. Please meet
                         Maurice and Nicole. Anya, our supplier 
                         from Denmark.

               After the handshakes, Pierre's well-wishers surround him.

                                    MADIGAN
                         See you all in a while. Mrs. Thorpe,
                         Robin, see you back in the States.

               They acknowledge and the Trio walks thru the animated crowd. 

                                    CHANDLER
                         Pretty and classy girl, that Robin.

                                    BROOKE
                         For a very young, rich girl, she's
                         okay. Doesn't have her mother's air 
                         or looks more like insecurity to me.

                                    MADIGAN
                         I like her.

               EXT. PARIS TRENDY RESTAURANT - SAME NIGHT

               A taxi nears the restaurant where a haggard FRENCH MOTHER,
               40, and a DAUGHTER, 8, hungrily peep at its glass window. 

               INT. TAXI - FAVORING BERNARD AT THE BACK SEAT, LOOKING OUT.

               His P.O.V. - The DOORMAN, motions away the Mother and Daughter.
               They move and sit by the sidewalk; eyeing the restaurant.

               INT. TRENDY PARIS RESTAURANT - SAME NIGHT          

               On stage is the "CAN CAN." At the front table are Robin and
               Bernard having fun; Felicia not pleased, whispers to Robin.

                                    FELICIA
                         We're supposed to have a quiet 
                         dinner.

                                    ROBIN
                         Enjoy it Mother. It's Paris.

                                    BERNARD
                         After my meetings, I welcome this.

               Felicia nibbles with her appetizer, Robin and Bernard savor
               theirs. Bernard looks bothered, SIGNALS for the MAITRE"D, and
               discreetly WHISPERS an instruction. The Maitre'd NODS and
               LEAVES. Bernard, now relaxed, resumes eating. 

               EXT. EIFFEL TOWER - SAME NIGHT          

               Madigan, Brooke, Chandler, Pierre, Maurice, Anya, and Nicole
               step out of the limo, laughing. And as they look up in awe,
               PAN UP to the top of the Eiffel Tower. 

               INT. EIFFEL TOWER, JULES VERNE RESTAURANT - SAME NIGHT

               The HOSTESS escorts the group to a table with the view of PARIS
               AT NIGHT, which looks like clusters of sparkling jewels.

               INT. TRENDY PARIS RESTAURANT - SAME NIGHT

                                    ROBIN
                         Try this, darling. It's very
                         French.

                                    BERNARD
                         Whoa...how much wine is in here?

                                    ROBIN
                         Tons! For a non-drinker like you, it's 
                         an ocean, but you'll drown happy.

               They laugh together with Felicia, who is by now, tipsy.

               INT. HOTEL LIMOUSINE - SAME NIGHT

               Felicia, Robin, and Bernard continue to enjoy a good laugh.

                                    FELICIA
                         Know what I like most about French
                         cuisine? No need to spend on wine.

                                    ROBIN & BERNARD
                         How so?

                                    FELICIA
                         From the appetizer, to the dessert,
                         you'll get all the wine you ever need.
                         (giggles) For once I'm actually saving
                         your father, HUGE...BIG money. 

               They laugh, but Bernard stops as he looks out the window.

               P.O.V. OF BERNARD - The French Mother and Daughter sit by the
               sidewalk enjoying the gourmet food from take-out plates.

               ANGLE FAVORING BERNARD, who smiles with a sense of peace.

               INT. A FRENCH DISCO CLUB - SAME NIGHT

               HIGH ANGLE of the DANCE FLOOR, crowded with beautiful people.
               Robin and Bernard have fun on the dance floor, when his cell
               phone RINGS. Robin playfully resists as he leads her to the
               table, where Felicia is relieved to see them rejoin her.

               Felicia shakes her head glaring at Robin, who wiggles in her
               seat, as an amused Bernard strains to listen on the phone.

                                    BERNARD (ON PHONE)
                         Yes? 
                                (his face saddens) 
                         What's the available fight tonight?
                         (a beat) Please book it. Thanks.

                                    ROBIN
                         Darling, what is it?

                                    BERNARD
                         It's grandfather. I'm flying home.

               Bernard cuts thru the crowd; Robin and Felicia tagging along.

               Pierre leads the Trio, and Maurice, Anya, and Nicole into the
               club. They are laughing and already dancing to the frenzied
               MUSIC, while wading thru the wiggling, undulating bodies.
               Robin and Pierre notice each other and call out exuberantly.

                                    ROBIN
                         Hi, Pierre!

               Bernard turns and for a second he stops and freezes.

                                    PIERRE
                         Hello, Robin!

               Madigan catches a fleeting sight of Bernard, who is quickly
               engulfed in the crowd. She stops and scans the crowd, but
               Brooke pulls her to the dance floor. 

               Bernard's P.O.V. - The crowded dance floor. Pierre and
               Brooke, Maurice with Anya and Nicole dance spiritedly.
               Chandler and Madigan weave in and out of the constantly
               moving bodies.

               Robin and Felicia follow Bernard, who hesitates momentarily,
               looks back, then hurries to the door. Robin wonders.

               INT. BRADSWORTH ESTATE, GRANT'S BEDROOM - 2:00 A.M.

               NURSE, MISS WILSON, 40, checks Grant's I-V line, while he
               sleeps, when Bernard approaches her.

                                    BERNARD
                         How is Grandfather, Miss Wilson?

                                    MISS WILSON
                         He is resting comfortably. (a beat)
                         Has Dr. Woodrow updated you on your
                         Grandfather's condition?

                                    BERNARD
                         Yes. The stroke left him with a
                         partial paralysis affecting his
                         left body and his speech.

                                    MISS WILSON
                         I am sorry. (a beat) Dr. Woodrow
                         said, no hospital stay for him. A
                         standing instruction, I understand.

                                    BERNARD
                         A pact between Grandfather and
                         Grandma. They're very close. 
                         (a beat) It's two in the morning,
                         take a break. I'd like to stay.

                                    MISS WILSON
                         I'll be in the next room. Thank you.

               CHANGE ANGLE -Miss Wilson leaves the room. Bernard Pulls a
               nearby chair and sits by the bedside, holding Grant's hand;
               touching his face, and softly talking to him. 

                                    BERNARD
                         Thank you, for being a father to
                         me. Mom and Dad up there, must be
                         grateful for taking care of their
                         son. I am never wanting of love.
                         Grandma and you lavish me with it. 

               INT. GRANT'S BEDROOM - 4:00 A.M. - SAME MORNING 

               The room is now dimly-lighted from the two side table lamps.
               The door SLOWLY OPENS, and Eloise, in a sleeping gown,
               emerges and inches towards Grant's bed.

               PULL OUT TO INCLUDE Bernard, who stirs; quietly straightens
               in his chair at a corner of the room, and checks the CLOCK.

               INSERT SHOT - The table clock INDICATES 4:00 A.M.

               CHANGE ANGLE - Eloise sits on the bed's edge, unaware of
               Bernard's presence. She kisses Grant. Grant opens his eyes,
               brightens at the sight of her,and tries to talk, but
               couldn't. There is so much love in their eyes.

               INTERCUT the FACES of Grant and Eloise as MUSICAL INTERLUDE
               of "WHEN I LOOK IN YOUR EYES," sung by Linda Eder, PLAYS. 

               ANGLE ON BERNARD, sitting in the dark, feeling so privileged
               to witness such deep affection between those he loves.

                                    ELOISE
                         Thank you, my darling for 
                         loving me.

               Grant tries in vain to talk, to apologize for something bothering
               him. Eloise gently places a finger on Grant's lips to hush him.

                                    ELOISE (CONT'D)
                         I know...I know everything.

               Grant looks at her in pained disbelief, followed by relief.

                                    ELOISE (CONT'D)
                         It's all right, I understand what you 
                         did. You're an honorable man. I love
                         you and always will...forever. 

               She kisses him, gets up the bed, nestles beside him stroking
               his face and hair. Grant blissfully closes his eyes. And like
               Grant, Eloise, does the same, contentedly, peacefully.
               MUSICAL INTERLUDE SNEAKS UNDER and OUT.

               INT. GRANT'S BEDROOM - EARLY MORNING

               It's early morning. Grant and Eloise, in peaceful slumber.

               Bernard, still in his chair, wakes up and smiles as he looks
               at his grandparents; peaceful in sleep. He approaches them
               quietly and kisses Eloise's forehead. It is cold. He touches
               her cheek...her hand...both also cold. He freezes. Anxiously,
               tentatively, he checks her pulse.

                                    BERNARD
                               (shocked and in pain,
                                calls hoarsely)
                         Miss Wilson!

               Bernard hugs Eloise and sobs softly. Grant's eyes open. He
               looks at Bernard, questioningly. Bernard touches his cheek,
               where a tear drips down slowly. Bernard hugs them both.

               Miss Wilson races to Grant, and checks his pulse. Confused,
               she checks Eloise's pulse. There is none. In shock and
               disbelief, she could only look helplessly at Bernard.

               EXT. CEMETERY - DAY 

               Bernard plays "Meditation" in his violin before Eloise's coffin.
               PRIEST, Robin, Felicia, North, and FRIENDS solemnly stand.

               INT. BRADSWORTH ESTATE, GRANT'S BEDROOM - SAME DAY 

               Grant is motionless on his bed, gazing up; tears brimming.
               Beside his bed, Miss Wilson silently shares in his grief.

               EXT. CEMETERY - SAME DAY 

                                    BERNARD
                               (whispers as he lays a
                                rose on the coffin)
                         From Grandfather, with love, 
                         Grandma. Thank you, for loving 
                         me, so purely.
                               (a hint of a smile)
                         Pegasus will fly me to visit you.
                         (a beat) Be happy. Be at peace. 
                         I love you.

               Bernard bends and kisses his grandmother's coffin.

               EXT. LUXURIOUS HOTEL IN PARIS - NIGHT 

               Bernard in tux, straightens up from kissing the gloved hand
               of a REGAL LADY PATRON, at the Hotel red-carpeted entrance.

               COMMITTEE MEMBERS of the Intl. Human Rights Org. Fund-raising
               concert, welcome PATRONS as they glide up the cordoned red
               carpet walkway. FANS, SPECTATORS, and PAPARAZZIS crowd both 
               sides. Bernard discreetly avoids the flashbulbs.

               ANGLE ON Madigan, Chandler, Brooke, and Pierre, in evening
               attire, stepping out of a limo, two cars from the red carpet.

                                    BROOKE
                         I think, I'm starting to get used
                         to rubbing elbows with the Paris
                         elite. It's intoxicating.

                                    CHANDLER
                         Is this the same Brooke I'm hearing? 

                                    MADIGAN
                         Our friend's taste is going up a
                         notch. It's good. That's progress.

                                    BROOKE
                         So they got (famous artists) to
                         perform?

                                    PIERRE
                         Oui...which explains the presence
                         of the fans and paparazzis.

               ANGLE ON Madigan, who senses something, searches the crowd,
               wades thru it, unnoticed by her friends, she leaves behind.

               Bernard, also, picks up a presence. He scans the crowd.

               Madigan and Bernard catch a glimpse of one another in the
               crowd, and strain to locate each other, but SUDDENLY ---

               A THUNDEROUS STAMPEDE of EXCITED SCREAMING Fans and Paparazzis
               BREAKS thru the cordoned area as a LIMO STOPS in front. 

               SLOW MOTION - Bernard in a panic, races towards his
               "deliciously heavenly" vision, to shield her from the closing
               in STAMPEDE; Madigan longingly strives to reach him. 

               HIGH ANGLE of the PANDEMONIUM. Rushing Fans and Paparazzis
               encircle the limousine, pushing and shoving. People fall and 
               are trodden on; the SECURITY fighting back the mob.

               INT. PARIS HOSPITAL EMERGENCY HALL (IC/PT) SAME NIGHT

               The hallway bustles with frantic activities; NURSES attend to
               injured Fans and Paparazzis; Madigan, in the same concert
               gown, unscathed, searches for a face in the crowd.  

               INT. PARIS HOSPITAL PRIVATE ROOM - SAME NIGHT          

               Bernard is in bed; his left shin in a cast, a bandage around
               his head. NOELLE, a young seductive French nurse, hands to
               Bernard his medication; by his bedside, an uninjured Felicia
               sketches a figure of a Pegasus on Bernard's cast.

                                    NOELLE
                         This will help you sleep.

                                    FELICIA
                         I was in the powder room when 
                         it happened, but I heard the 
                         screamings.

                                    BERNARD
                         I'm glad you're okay.

                                    FELICIA
                         Robin wants to fly in, but I told her,
                         not to worry. I'll stay with you.

                                    BERNARD
                         I'll call her. She can't miss her
                         final exams. Noelle, do tell Mrs.
                         T. I'll be just fine.

                                    NOELLE
                         He's fine. It's just a hairline shin
                         fracture. However, he is still under
                         observation due to the concussion.

               Noelle winks seductively at Bernard as she fusses over him,
               which shocks and irks Felicia. Bernard finds this amusing.

                                    BERNARD
                         Fly home. The committee needs you to
                         get to donors for the concert. (a
                         beat) Please arrange for the hotel to
                         have my violin delivered here.

                                    FELICIA
                         And keep other patients awake? (a
                         beat) Of course, I will.

                                    BERNARD
                               (gives Felicia's sketch
                                a thumb-up)
                         Pretty good. Pegasus will keep guard.
                         Inform the committee that I'm okay, not 
                         to visit. And no flowers, please.

                                    FELICIA
                         Whatever you wish. Don't stay long.

                                    BERNARD
                         Craig will join me to finish up my 
                         business. I'll be back in....
                         (throws Noelle an inquiring look.)

                                    NOELLE
                         A week, the most. (She winks.) Although
                         we'd rather you stay a little longer.

                                    FELICIA
                               (kisses Bernard;
                                whispers)
                         Come home soon, before you drive all
                         the female population here, drooling.

               Felicia STRUTS out, throwing Noelle, a DISAPPROVING look.
               Noelle WIGGLES her way out of the room. Bernard shakes his
               head in disbelief, and closes his eyes.

               LAP DISSOLVE

               INT. PARIS HOSPITAL PRIVATE ROOM (IC/PT) - SAME NIGHT          

               ON BERNARD - asleep. O.S. SOUND of SLOW OPENING of the door.
               He drowsily opens his eyes, tries to focus. 

               BERNARD'S P.O.V. - A blurred ethereal vision to a clearer
               Madigan, in the same gown, peeps in. She appears relieved.

                                    MADIGAN
                         Hi! I'm glad I found you.

               CHANGE ANGLE - Bernard sits up.

                                    BERNARD
                         Are you...my...angel?

                                    MADIGAN
                         No, but I could be anything you want.

               Madigan walks to Bernard's bed and stands by his bedside.

                                    MADIGAN (CONT'D)
                         My classmates called me Cherub, their
                         love-note bearer. You know, an angel.

                                    BERNARD
                         Cherub, love the name. I know what a
                         cherub is. I'll show you. Watch this.

               Bernard reaches for a pen and paper from his side table,
               draws an ANGEL HEAD, writes "CHERUB," and shows to Madigan.

                                    MADIGAN
                         You're good. Sure looks like a cherub.
                               (She notices the Pegasus
                                sketch on Bernard's
                                cast.)
                         What do you have here? (a beat) My
                         Maltese is named Pegasus, too.

                                    BERNARD
                         You named your dog...Pegasus?

                                    MADIGAN
                         Uhum, I like it. It has personality.

                                    BERNARD
                         Absolutely! (drowsily) Just like Cherr...

               He dozes off as she regards him with amused disappointment.

                                    MADIGAN
                         That's rude. A gentleman doesn't sleep and
                         leave a lady visitor alone to herself. 
                         (a beat) See you, Pegasus. Sleep well. 

               EXT. PARIS HOSPITAL GROUNDS (IC/PT) - DUSK

               Behind the hospital is the lush sprawling rolling grounds.
               Bernard is asleep, in a wheelchair under a tree, a blanket
               across his knees, a violin on his lap; left shin in a cast. 

                                    MADIGAN (O.S.)
                         Pegasus...

               ON BERNARD, who awakens. THEME MUSIC SNEAKS IN --

               Bernard's P.O.V. - Madigan in a flimsy dress, buoyantly gliding
               down in SLOW MOTION -- long hair flying -- skirt floating.

               REVERSE SHOT - Bernard, transfixed with excitement, stares at
               Madigan, and attempts to move his wheelchair to meet her.

               CHANGE ANGLE - She motions him to stop.

                                    BERNARD
                               (confused, straining to
                                remember)
                         I was just thinking ... of you...

                                    MADIGAN
                         And here I am.

                                    BERNARD
                         You came last night. You're Cherr..

               Madigan nods, "YES" and sits on the grass by Bernard's feet.
               She encourages him with a nod - "YES."

                                    BERNARD (CONT'D)
                         Cherr...ru...Cherub...it is you.

                                    MADIGAN
                         Yes, sir, Pegasus.
                               (She points to the
                                violin.)
                         Don't let me stop you. Come on,  
                         let's hear it.

               THEME MUSIC UNDER AND OUT -

               Bernard PLAYS his VIOLIN. The same MELODY he composed one evening
               at his terrace, for his "deliciously heavenly" vision. 

               Madigan, closes her eyes, moves to the music; first her head,
               shoulders, her hands, fingers; rises and sways, glides, spins, 
               and skips farther and farther away.

               CHANGE ANGLE as Madigan leaps; the first of a series of the
               grounds' sprinklers on timer, spews up water. Madigan
               joyfully dances away from one sprinkler to the next, escaping
               the geysers, that leap in graduated elevations, along with
               the music; the geysers chasing her around the grounds.

               Bernard plays joyfully, watching Madigan dance; she, leaping,
               spinning, waltzing towards him. Now, dripping wet, laughing
               gaily as she dances back, just as Bernard finishes playing.

               THEME MUSIC SNEAKS BACK IN -

               Bernard replaces his violin in its case, puts his arms around
               Madigan's waist, and looks up searchingly into her eyes.

               Madigan kneels down as Bernard drapes the blanket around her
               shoulders, wipes her hair, lets the blanket drop, feels her. 

               With that rising ecstasy, they close their eyes, and drown in
               each other's soul. In blissful joy, their lips almost
               touching, they reach their Heavens; open their eyes, content!

               THEME MUSIC SOARS UP AND OUT!

                                    MADIGAN (CONT'D)
                         I have to go.

                                    BERNARD
                         May I see you ... again?

                                    MADIGAN
                         It's not for me to tell you. Your
                         heart will ... if you let it.

                                    BERNARD
                         I do. I listen to nothing else but my
                         heart and you are in its every beat.

                                    MADIGAN
                         How about the Eiffel Tower?

                                    BERNARD
                         Stay. Please ...

                                    MADIGAN
                         You don't want me to catch colds!

               She runs towards the hospital, looks back and calls out.

                                    MADIGAN (CONT'D)
                         Tomorrow, same time...the Eiffel Tower!

               INT. VIEWING DECK, EIFFEL TOWER (IC/PT) - DUSK, NEXT DAY

               Madigan looks out at the lights of Paris from the Tower, and
               smiles as she senses a healed Bernard approaching behind her.

                                    MADIGAN
                         You made it!

                                    BERNARD
                         I promised.

                                    MADIGAN
                               (turns to face him)
                         Hmmm...impressive! And healed, too.

                                    BERNARD
                               (takes her hand to his heart)
                         One has to want it, very badly...and
                         this here, hears it loud and clear.
                         That's how much I wanted to see you.

                                    MADIGAN
                               (holds his hand to her heart)
                         I believe you. And I, too, listen
                         to this... always. When we
                         passionately want it, we can even
                         fly together around Paris. 

               And fly, they literally do; hand in hand, SWEEPING AROUND the
               entirety of the CITY OF LIGHTS.

                                    MADIGAN (CONT'D)
                         Oh Paris, your splendor touches 
                         my heart.

               Once again, standing at the Eiffel Tower, face to face ---

                                    BERNARD
                         What else about Paris, fascinates you?

                                    MADIGAN
                         Its flowers..gardens...fountains...
                         Museums...statues...chateaus...BOATS!

                                    BERNARD
                         Then boat it shall be!

               EXT. RIVER (IC/PT) - DUSK

               Bernard rows the boat; Madigan facing him. Breeze blowing.

                                    MADIGAN
                         Isn't this heaven? My great, great
                         Grandmother, Granny Lola, always
                         said to me, that with our hearts
                         and our spirits, we create our own
                         Heaven, right here, on earth. 

               Bernard puts down the oar, and holds Madigan's hands.

                                    BERNARD
                         I couldn't agree more. Such a very
                         wise soul, your Granny Lola.

                                    MADIGAN
                         She surely was.

                                    BERNARD
                         We're both very lucky we had
                         grandparents who shared their
                         wisdom with us.

               The boat drifts. Nearby, the O.C. SOUND of CHIRPING BIRDIES.

               ZOOM IN to the floating NEST, under the weeping willow tree,
               with five newly-hatched shivering hungry BIRDIES in it.

               ANGLE - Bernard rows towards the nest and Madigan retrieves
               it.

                                    MADIGAN
                         They're beautiful, but they could
                         catch colds, get sick, even...

                                    BERNARD
                         We'll make sure they're warm and well.

               Bernard rows to the bank. Madigan sits under the tree, the
               nest on her lap; coos as she wipes each bird with the hem of
               her dress. Bernard offers her, his handkerchief, which she
               uses to dry the birdies, while he watches.

                                    MADIGAN
                         Their mother would be looking for them.  

                                    BERNARD
                         She won't notice if we return them.

                                    MADIGAN
                               (kisses the birdies' hungry
                                beaks and whispers)
                         Let's not worry your mama.

                                    BERNARD
                         Your mama will never know  about your
                         little exploit. 
                               (He takes the nest.) 
                         But maybe you can tell her that a
                         kind and beautiful lady took care of
                         you...your angel. 

               ANGLE - Bernard carefully sets the nest between two branches.

                                    MADIGAN
                         You guys, when your wings are strong,
                         venture far and high, explore this
                         wonderful Universe.  Who knows, you 
                         may even encounter Pegasus here, in 
                         one of his  flights. 

               ANOTHER ANGLE - Bernard kisses the hands of a grateful
               Madigan. They watch as the MOTHER BIRD returns to its nest
               and feeds the birdies with food from its beak, while the
               birdies hungrily open their beaks, with excited anticipation.

               CHANGE ANGLE - Bernard leads Madigan to a grassy knoll, where
               they sit, watching the swans swim. 

                                    MADIGAN (CONT'D)
                               (sadly remembers)
                         When I was a little girl, I found two 
                         birds on the ground, after a storm. One  
                         was newly-hatched; its body featherless 
                         and pinkish, and shivering from the cold;
                         the other, with its broken wings spread 
                         in a protective embrace over the baby 
                         bird,  was cold and lifeless. It was the
                         mother bird.

               Bernard listens with empathy. Madigan is now emotional.

                                    MADIGAN (CONT'D)
                         The baby bird's chest was still heaving,
                         very weakly. It was gasping for air, so 
                         I blew into its mouth. I don't remember
                         how long I did it, but I just blew and
                         blew... until it turned cold in my
                         hands. But I was just a little girl.

                                    BERNARD
                         For a little girl, you did so much. You 
                         may not have saved its life, but that baby
                         bird felt, not only its mother's love, but 
                         a little girl's kindness and caring.

                                    MADIGAN
                         Have you ever seen such deep love as 
                         the mother bird had for her chick?

                                    BERNARD
                         Yes, I have. A love that couldn't stand
                         to watch the pain of a beloved. Grand-
                         father's stroke devastated Grandmother.
                         She refused to see him go, so she did, 
                         in her sleep, embracing him. I saw only
                         tears in Grandfather's eyes, for he
                         couldn't speak, yet I saw his pain. And
                         love. I felt so privileged to have
                         witnessed such deep affection.

                                    MADIGAN
                         It's so beautiful.

                                    BERNARD
                         Unconditional love was what Grandma 
                         had for Grandfather. She adored him; 
                         he appreciated her. He was kind to her.  

               They reach for each other's face and wipe their solitary tear.

               A FLOCK OF BIRDS FLY past them to roost, after leaving WET
               SPLASHES on each of their arms. They burst out LAUGHING. 

               EXT. PARIS PONT DES ARTS (IC/PT) -SAME NIGHT

               Bernard and Madigan walk, leaning against each other.

                                    MADIGAN
                         Something is bothering you?

                                    BERNARD
                         Yes. Something I overheard the night 
                         Grandma came to Grandfather's room. 
                         What it was she knew all along, but 
                         fully accepted, and in spite of it, 
                         loved him anyway. It has  since been 
                         in my mind... their treasured secret. 
                         (a beat) I'm sorry for making you sad. 
                         But you  make me feel so comfortable. 
                         I can open up my heart to you.

                                    MADIGAN
                         Thank you for sharing. You do the
                         same to me.

               EXT. BATEAU MOUCHES (IC/PT) - SAME NIGHT          

               The lighted CRUISE BOAT passes GLOWING SIGHTS along the Seine.

               Bernard and Madigan are alone at the bow of the top deck of
               the CRUISE BOAT. TOURISTS are in other areas of the boat.

                                    MADIGAN
                         Long ago, Granny Lola told my
                         confused teenage Auntie Angela,
                         that we will know when we've found
                         the love that's just for us, for
                         the moment Twin Souls connect,
                         magical things happen, and the
                         Universe reveals its mysteries to
                         them. And from then on, there'll be
                         no more restlessness, and no more
                         far away look. For they've reached
                         their Heavens. 

                                    BERNARD
                         I believe in Twin Souls. (a beat) Grand-
                         father found peace and serenity with 
                         Grandma, yet through the years, I saw him
                         with that far away look in his eyes. If 
                         what they had was not enough, what is?     

                                    MADIGAN
                         Keeping alive the passion and the magic.

                                    BERNARD
                         He told me never to compromise in love. 
                         Was it because he did? Or he didn't.

                                    MADIGAN
                         As Granny Lola said, you'll know, in time.

               Edith Piaf's "LA VIE EN ROSE," PLAYS throughout the boat.
               They dance - eyes fixed on each other; WHISPERING.

                                    BERNARD
                         I don't want to lose you.

                                    MADIGAN
                         You won't.

                                    BERNARD
                         Let's make tonight last forever.

                                    MADIGAN
                         It will. For the heart always 
                         remembers, what the mind sometimes
                         forgets. Let's just close our eyes,
                         choose a place, and we're there.

                                    BERNARD
                         What's your favorite place?

               They walk to the railing. She stands behind him with her
               cheek against his back. Bernard listens with eyes closed.

                                    MADIGAN
                         A rolling grassy hill, a gazebo all
                         covered with purple wisteria, of the
                         brightest shade... flowers all around
                         it, beyond it the waters, seagulls
                         flying, celebrating their freedom. 

               The BOAT STOPS and some passengers DISEMBARK.

                                    BERNARD
                               (still with eyes closed,
                                adds on)
                         A lone pegasus sculptured from hedges,
                         standing guard by the gazebo ...

               Madigan lifts her hands from Bernard's back, as he continues
               his reverie. She slowly and quietly walks OUT OF FRAME.

                                    BERNARD (CONT'D)
                         ... with wings spread, ready to 
                         soar, and pierce through the clouds.
                         How is that for a rendezvous?

               SILENCE. NO ANSWER. Bernard turns and finds Madigan gone.

               The boat moves and Bernard panics. He looks out at the boat
               stop; the disembarked passengers now dispersed. 

               There, at the boat stop, she stands alone; smiling, waving,
               and yelling at him. He runs to the top deck's end, yelling
               back as the boat pulls away.

                                    MADIGAN
                         My stop!
                                     BERNARD 
                         When do we meet again?  

                                    MADIGAN (CONT'D)
                         Soon. Our favorite place. I'll be
                         there. 

                                    BERNARD
                         So will I! (softly) So will I.

               EXT. PARIS HOSPITAL - DAY

               Bernard and Craig walk out of the hospital to the limousine.

                                    BERNARD
                         I can't leave now, Craig.

                                    CRAIG
                         Of course, you've a contract to 
                         close. But, back home, you've the 
                         Human Rights fund-raising concert 
                         to wrap up.

               INT. LIMOUSINE - SAME DAY 

                                    BERNARD
                               (shows the paper with
                                his cherub sketch)
                         You saw this at the hospital, Craig. 
                         Why did I sketch it? Everything is 
                         so hazy. I can't remember anything. 
                         Yet I feel good inside.  

                                    CRAIG
                         You had a concussion. Could be 
                         just a temporary lapse of memory.
                         But feeling good is definitely
                         good. Not just good. It's great!

               EXT. OUTDOOR CAFE AT ST. GERMAIN-DES-PRES- NEXT DAY

                                    CRAIG
                         Business is done. Time to fly home. 
                         (a beat) Still bothered by the cherub?

                                    BERNARD
                         Someone or something triggered it.

                                    CRAIG
                         A visit from an angel, perhaps? (a beat) 
                         You haven't had any visitors after
                         Felicia left, and before I came. Drop
                         it. It's just a dream.

                                    BERNARD
                         Oh no! Not a dream. And there's
                         more. Why do I have this feeling
                         that I've been all over Paris? 

                                    CRAIG
                         Of course you've been here many times 
                         What's so mysterious about that? 

                                    BERNARD
                         The fact, that I feel I've seen parts
                         of Paris I haven't been to before...

                                    CRAIG
                         Then, how do you reconcile the fact  
                         that the hospital assured me, that
                         you haven't been out of hospital
                         grounds? Tell me.

                                    BERNARD
                         I don't know ... yet I feel I know. 

                                    CRAIG
                         Here's a theory. Either you had a 
                         dream, or worse case scenario you 
                         were hallucinating. Some medication 
                         adverse effect. It happens everyday.

               EXT. CHARLES DE GAULLE NO. 2 AIRPORT - SAME DAY 

                                    BERNARD
                         Remember the New York plane collision?

                                    CRAIG
                         Of course. How could I forget? Your  
                         "deliciously heavenly" vision saved you.

               INT. CHARLES DE GAULLE NO. 2 VIP LOUNGE - SAME DAY 

                                    BERNARD
                         From that day I saw her ...

                                    CRAIG
                         Saw who? (a beat) Oh, your "deliciously 
                         heavenly" vision, what's her name?

                                    BERNARD
                         I didn't have a chance to get her name. 
                         I've no idea where she is from. But 
                         since then all I can think of is her.

                                    CRAIG
                         A legal case I can handle, but not this. 

                                    BERNARD
                         For a brief moment, I saw her in the crowd
                         at the concert and tried to get to her, but
                         the stampede happened before I could reach
                         her. Next moment I woke up in the hospital.

                                    CRAIG
                         Now, you're seeing visions; imagining
                         her everywhere. What's next?

                                    BERNARD
                         There's more. What's interesting is, I 
                         saw her once, yet I feel, I really know her. 

                                    CRAIG
                         What's this? Some Twin Souls theory?

                                    BERNARD
                         Theory, no; fact, yes. No doubt at all.

                                    CRAIG
                         Hold on. You've a huge dilemma here. 
                         Where do Robin and that Cherub, fit in? 
                         That Cherub intrigues you, Robin needs 
                         you, but your "deliciously heavenly" 
                         vision, definitely captivates you. How 
                         do you plan to handle this?

                                    BERNARD
                         I've no idea. But I have this nagging 
                         feeling that we're supposed to meet 
                         again.

                                    CRAIG
                         Know what? In this Concorde flight back to
                         New York, just sit back and relax; close
                         your eyes, focus, and think about her and
                         of where you are supposed to meet, again.

                                    BERNARD
                         That's familiar. Where did I hear that?  

                                    CRAIG
                         Right here. Of course, I just said it. 
                         Look, I wish you'll find your answer. Soon.
                         You've got me hooked. Mystery's addictive.

               EXT. LOWER MANHATTAN - NIGHT 

               Bernard's limo is driving through a not-so-desirable street.

               INT. BERNARD'S LIMOUSINE - NIGHT 

               Bernard, in jeans, a SAXOPHONE CASE beside him, listens 
               serenely to M. Bolton's, "POURQUOI ME REVEILLER"; Ralph,
               uneasy, steals a glance at him thru the front rearview mirror.

                                    BERNARD
                         Stop here, Ralph.

                                    RALPH
                         You want me to go with you? I can
                         carry your sax.

                                    BERNARD
                         No. Just drop me off. Go get a bite.
                         Pick me up in an hour, right here.

               Ralph stops the limo. Bernard steps out with the sax case.

                                    BERNARD (CONT'D)
                         Go ... go.

               EXT. LOWER MANHATTAN STREET - SAME NIGHT

               The limo leaves. FOLLOW Bernard turn a corner to a HOTDOG
               CART. JAKE, 40, Puerto Rican vendor, is glad to see Bernard.

                                    JAKE
                         Hey, brother, where have you been?

                                    BERNARD
                         How are you, Jake?

                                    JAKE
                         Better, now that my favorite
                         customer's back.

               Jake pulls out from under his cart a carton of several six
               pack of beer and soda; fills bun with hotdogs, relish, the
               works; Bernard watching with fascination.

                                    JAKE (CONT'D)
                         I never asked you this before, brother. 
                         But this had been bugging me. 

                                     BERNARD  
                         So, don't.

                                    JAKE (CONT'D)
                         C'mon brother, give a lonely man some
                         sleep tonight. You know, I love mystery.
                         That Columbo fella, he's my guy, knows
                         how to get to the bottom of things. 

                                    BERNARD
                               (chuckles)
                         No black bottom here, Jake.

                                    JAKE
                         I feel things brother, here in my guts.
                         Never lies to me. You think I don't feel
                         it for my one biggest customer? Something's
                         bothering you. Something deep. (He points
                         to the sax case) The black  bottom? You got
                         a machine gun in there? Nah! Your face too
                         clean, no scars. (a beat) Ah, a lady... two
                         ladies! YOU KNOW who's for you! She's the
                         one you've waited for, brother.

               Jake gapes at the money Bernard pays him. Bernard carries the
               Carton, chuckles, strides away, turns, and calls back.

                                    BERNARD
                         Go see a movie, Jake. Buy a pair 
                         of dancing shoes... go dancing.

                                    JAKE
                         You won the lottery?

               EXT. LOWER MANHATTAN ALLEY 0SAME NIGHT

               Bernard walks in a dark alley and suddenly freezes. A knife
               is held against his nape by SNAKE, as BALDY and BOSS, all in
               their 20's, jump in front of him, grimacing and brandishing
               their knives. 

                                    BERNARD
                         Easy pals... you can have this ...

               Bernard cautiously puts down the carton. Baldy looks and
               kicks it disgustedly, spilling a few hotdogs.

                                    BALDY
                         Do we look hungry? We accept cash only.                   

                                    BERNARD
                         Okay, just...just move the knife away. 

                                    BOSS
                         Snake, back off! Your wallet, quick...

                                    BALDY
                         We don't have all night!

                                    BERNARD
                         Okay, okay, let me put this down ...

                                    BOSS
                         Don't even try. Baldy take the case.

               Baldy grabs the sax case, opens it gingerly, and grins.

                                    BALDY
                         We can pawn this ... BOSS.

               Bernard's face contorts. No one touches his sax. In a flash,
               he puts to use his training in self-defense. Baldy runs away
               with his sax. 

               A barrage of kicks and spins, jumps and hits follow, and arms
               twist, knives fly, legs crack, bodies fall. Just then, Baldy,
               his arms twisted behind him, is dragged back by Jake, who has
               retrieved Bernard's SAX.

                                    JAKE
                         Careful when you visit this way.
                         Lots of rats around.

               Bernard REACTS, JUMPS and HOPS about, SQUIRMING. Jake laughs.

                                    BERNARD
                         I abhor rats.

                                    JAKE
                         Not rat, rats. BIG, MEAN TWO-LEGGED
                         RATS. Those kinds of rats.

                                    BERNARD
                         Oh, those.

                                    JAKE
                         So, shall I call the cops?

                                    BERNARD
                         NO! He's just holding my sax for me.

                                    JAKE
                         You sure? He ran away with it.

                                    BERNARD
                         He's a good guy. Just got carried away. 
                         Thanks, anyway. Now go dancing.

               Jake shakes his head, hands the sax to Bernard and walks away.
               Bernard hands the sax to Baldy as Boss and Snake surreptitiously
               crawl away. Bernard collars them.

                                    BERNARD (CONT'D)
                         Oh no...you're not going anywhere. From 
                         now on, I appoint you three as my 
                         assistants. Pick those up and come with 
                         me, And you, careful with my sax.

               The three meekly obey as asked and follow Bernard, bewildered.

               EXT. LOWER MANHATTAN ALLEY - SAME NIGHT

               Bernard enters a seedy alley; garbage, cardboard shelters all
               around. DUKE, an Afro-American man, 60, emerges and hugs him.

                                    DUKE
                         Welcome, welcome, Bernard.

                                    BERNARD
                         Welcome our new friends, Duke.

                                    DUKE
                         Our place is your place. You'll
                         like it here. We support each
                         other. Our turn-over is high. But
                         we remember those we leave behind.

               The three give their names and put down their loads.

                                    DUKE (CONT'D)
                         What happened, Bernard? You look awful.

                                    BERNARD
                         I tripped.

                                    DUKE
                         Lots of potholes here. (calls out)
                         Come out everyone!

               TWO DOZENS HOMELESS MEN, WOMEN, TEENAGERS, converge around
               the carton, and feast. Bernard pensively looks on as Duke
               skips towards him, drinking his beer, biting on a hotdog.

                                    DUKE (CONT'D)
                         Where's your violin? (a beat) What
                         do you have there, Bernard? 
                            (He talks to the sax case.)
                         Kenny G, is that you, man?

               Everyone around heartily guffaws. Bernard smiles back.

                                    DUKE (CONT'D)
                         Show us your lung power, man, I'll
                         show you the moves.

            Duke wiggles his hips, and does a number of tap dance steps.
            Laughter and applause receive Duke's performance.

                                    GROUP
                         We want Kenny G! We want Kenny G!

               Bernard takes out his sax from Baldy. An OLD MAN offers him a
               crate to sit on, and bows down with a flair. TWO TEENAGE BOYS
               jump up and RAP.

                                    TWO TEENAGE BOYS
                   This is home, the sky's our roof, the ground's our floor.
                    All else is free, sun, stars, and moon.
                      But it's just a meantime, no less no more.

               A MAN and WOMAN join in.

                                    TWO TEENAGE BOYS, MAN & WOMAN
                    We fell through the cracks, broken we're not.
                     We're still in the game, we've got our dreams.
                       It's just a meantime, we still have names.
                    When our break comes, we grab with both hands.
                     Pull everyone up for together we can.
                       Goodbye meantime. World, here we come. 

                                    EVERYBODY
                    Music you bring, we dance, we sing.
                     Goodbye cold nights, today is spring.
                       No more meantime, our life just changed.
                   Our spirits free to roam, to open doors,    
                    to fly high, to soar. Fly and soar. Oh yeah!        

               They applaud. Bernard PLAYS the sax, and a soulful MELODY
               floats thru the night. Each one slowly walks back and snuggles
               in his or her own little corner, savoring the music, dreaming
               a dream, under the moonlit night.

               EXT. GRASSY WATER BANK (IC/PT) - SUNSET

               On a grassy water edge, is the silhouette of Bernard, in swim
               ming trunk, performing his T'ai Chi rites. The water before
               him dazzles with the colors of sunset.

               REVERSE FULL SHOT of Bernard, his face serene.

               ANOTHER ANGLE - After the short ritual, Bernard jumps into the
               water, swims away from the bank, and submerges himself.

               CHANGE ANGLE - From the nearby trees, Madigan emerges.

               ANGLE - Madigan drops her wrap-around skirt, and in camisole,
               swims towards Bernard's direction, and dives in. She shrieks,
               startled as she comes up just as Bernard surfaces before her.

                                    MADIGAN
                         Pegasus...Hi Peg!

                                    BERNARD
                         Cherub...it is you. It's really you.

                                    MADIGAN
                         Yes...yes...yes! It's me!

               And together, Bernard and Madigan hand in hand dive into the
               deepest, bluest sea.

               SERIES OF MAGICAL SCENES - (IC/PT) -  SAME SUNSET

               And they KISS - DEEPLY. Lights shoot out from them and
               bubbles burst into brilliant sparklets.

                                    GRANNY LOLA (V.O.)
                               (reverberates thru the
                                water)
                         The moment Twin Souls connect, magical
                         things happen and the Universe reveals
                         its mysteries to them ...

               From everywhere schools of fish of all colors and species
               swim in and out and among the fabulous array of coral reefs.

               A DOLPHIN SMILES at them, inviting them to follow. And they
               do, swimming along. And lo and behold, the water parts and
               opens into -

               INT. CRYSTAL CAVE - (IC/PT) - DAY

               - A CRYSTAL CAVE, with stalactite and stalagmite of precious
               stones and gems. ORCHESTRAL MUSIC celebrate with the corals
               and gems and MERMAIDS and MERMEN. The SIRENS sprinkle Golden
               sands on Madigan and Bernard and INSTANTLY ... 

               EXT. MEADOW - (IC/PT) -DAY

               They find themselves in the greenest emerald meadow with
               breathing colorful flowers and swaying trees, exotic birds
               and animals, all harmoniously whispering to one another in
               joyful melodious sound.

               Beyond the bridge is an old lady, communing with the DEERS.
               The lady TURNS. It is ELOISE, resplendent among the flowers.
               As she WAVES at them, Bernard and Madigan are SWIFTLY blown
               by the breeze toward her. Bernard kisses her forehead and
               introduces Madigan, who in turn also kisses her. Eloise is
               pleased nodding with approval. DOVES, in droves, fly in and
               surround them. A breeze throws petals across Eloise and
               transforms her into A LADY IN HER THIRTIES.  

               As the breeze blows the petals, it sweeps Bernard and Madigan
               along to -

               EXT. ISLAND IN THE LAKE - (IC/PT) -DUSK

               - a small island in the middle of a lake. GRANNY LOLA sits
               serenely under a weeping willow with flickering FIREFLIES,
               watching the SWANS in the water. Madigan runs to her and hugs
               her. Madigan gestures to Bernard, who kisses Granny Lola's
               hand. Granny Lola smiles and walks away then turns to face
               them - as A LADY IN HER THIRTIES. She raises her hands toward
               the sky and ...

               EXT. THE WORLD - (IC/PT) - DAY 

               Madigan and Bernard are CATAPULTED to the HIGHEST SNOW-CAPPED
               PEAK. Standing on top they look down from a dizzying height
               and see the ENTIRE WORLD - all of SEVEN ONTINENTS, high
               lighting the best of its contribution to the world. They
               float in their shimmering gossamer robes. 

               P.O.V. Of MADIGAN and BERNARD - A SWIRLING PRISM of COLORFUL
               LIGHTS from the centrifugal light, turns like a tornado. PEOPLE
               of ALL COLORS and COSTUMES, genuflect, bow, raise their arms,
               lay prostrate on the ground and in various forms of VENERATIONS,
               adore the REVOLVING changing IMAGE of GOD, in all His forms and
               callings. And all venerating the same source of light of
               different shapes and images that merge into -  

               HEAVENS, where clouds float like cotton balls and a RAINBOW
               becomes the people's common bridge to a disc of lights, where 
               flowers sprout as the people walk together and sing in joyful
               choral voices. The VISION DISSOLVES into -

               INT. OCEAN - (IC/PT) -DAY

               - WAVES and Madigan and Bernard find themselves once again
               under the water, swimming, kissing, emitting light. They
               regard each other with love and wonder and TOGETHER THEY
               SHOOT UP through the water and surface, laughing. Their faces
               glow with awe.

               EXT. GRASSY WATER BANK (IC/PT) - SAME SUNSET

               Giggling, Madigan extricates herself from Bernard, and swims
               back to the grassy bank; he following -- laughing.

               CHANGE ANGLE - Madigan scampers towards the trees, and puts
               on her skirt, while Bernard wraps a towel around his waist.

                                    BERNARD
                         Stop! Please, come back.

               HIGH ANGLE - Madigan turns and sees Bernard extending his
               arms, beckoning her. Madigan seductively glides towards him.

               CHANGE ANGLE - Bernard sweeps his arms up to a GRASSY HILL,
               where a GAZEBO towers on top, resplendent in its crown of
               PURPLE WISTERIA sprays; tall trees backdrop in the distance.  

                                    BERNARD (CONT'D)
                         Your favorite place.

                                    MADIGAN
                         Wow...we found it!

               With their eyes locked, hand in hand they run up to the gazebo.

               LOW ANGLE - Madigan and Bernard are under the gazebo in an
               embrace, their bodies dripping wet. Two long wisteria vines
               hang down, brushing against their faces. They giggle, and
               simultaneously, with each holding one wisteria vine, ENTWINE
               both into a BRAID.

               Bernard snaps a TENDRIL from where the vines intertwine,
               fashions it into a RING, puts on Madigan's left ring finger,
               and gently kisses it.

               ANGLE ON a CUT TWIG from the entwined vines that brushes
               against Madigan's ring as they embrace. They kiss deeply.
               Slowly their lips part... their eyes locked.

                                    BERNARD
                         With every breath I take, I feel you.

                                    MADIGAN
                         I love you yesterday, today, tomorrow,    
                         forever and ever. 
                             (She kisses him deeply; stops,                      
                              smiles excitedly -) 
                         Guess what... I've something that belongs
                         to you. Please, wait here for me.

                                    BERNARD
                         I won't move!

               Madigan runs downhill and throws Bernard a KISS.

               BERNARD'S P.O.V. - Madigan runs until the trees obstructs his
               sight of her.

               INT. PARIS HOSPITAL - NIGHT 

               Madigan, eyes closed, in patient gown, lies on a hospital
               bed. At either side of her bed are Brooke, rubbing Madigan's
               face; Chandler, rubbing Madigan's right arm. 

                                    MADIGAN
                               (calls)
                         I'll be back...

               Chandler and Brooke react with shock, disbelief, and joy.

                                    BROOKE
                         Double shit...! Madigan, you're
                         back.

               Brooke is beyond herself, LAUGHING, SOBBING, hugging Madigan.
               Chandler is emotional as he plants a quick succession of
               kisses on Madigan's face and hand.

                                    CHANDLER
                         Darling Madigan...thank God! How's
                         our sleeping beauty?

               Madigan opens her eyes, and stares at Brooke and Chandler,
               questioningly. Brooke presses the button to summon a nurse.

                                    BROOKE
                         Madigan, honey, do you know who I
                         am? I'm Brooke, your best friend
                         and room-mate and business partner. 

                                    CHANDLER
                         Remember me? I'm all those plus more. 
                         Add chef par excellence less the room
                         mate part. 

                                    MADIGAN
                         I met him! I met him!

                                    BROOKE & CHANDLER
                         St. Peter?

                                    MADIGAN
                         Peg...Pegasus! I found him.

                                    BROOKE
                         Pegasus is in New York. We're still
                         in Paris...in a hospital.

                                    CHANDLER
                         Darling, Pegasus is with Mitzi.

               Madigan tries to get up. MIMI, 50, French nurse, races in.

                                    MIMI
                         I'll call Dr. Richelieu...keep her down. 

                                    MADIGAN
                               (agitatedly)
                         I've to get back to him. He's waiting.

                                    BROOKE
                         It's the drug, Madigan. Drugs can
                         induce hallucination, nightmares,
                         dreams. But hey, you're all right.

                                    CHANDLER
                         Darling, you were out for three days.

                                    BROOKE
                         You were in a coma. Believe us, you
                         haven't moved an inch from this bed. We
                         were here with you. Remember the hotel
                         concert, the paparazzi, the fans, the
                         stampede?

                                    MADIGAN
                         You don't understand. I was with him. He
                         gave me a ring that he made himself.

               Madigan holds up her left hand and shows her finger. But, NO
               RING! Just a FRESH SCRATCH along her ring finger. 

                                    MADIGAN (CONT'D)
                         Pegasus did. He put it on this finger.

                                    BROOKE
                         Its just a scratch. Must be
                         something in the bed. SSSHIT...!

                                    CHANDLER
                         Hmmm, possible. Very, very possible!

               Just then DR. RICHELIEU and Mimi ENTER.

                                    DR. RICHELIEU
                         Please, leave us.

               Chandler leads Brooke out. Madigan calls after them.

                                    MADIGAN
                         Really I'm fine. He's waiting for me.

                                    BROOKE
                         This is insane.

                                    CHANDLER
                         This is marvelous... and mystical!

                                    BROOKE
                         Are you nuts?

                                    CHANDLER
                         New York may just have the answer
                         to this.

               INT. FLEUR-DE-LIS, BROOKE & MADIGAN'S LIVING ROOM - NIGHT   

               The champagne cork POPS UP. The Trio applauds and cheers;
               Pegasus on Madigan's lap, yelps. They lounge while Chandler
               pours the champagne. They raise their glasses in a toast. 

                                    BROOKE
                         Welcome back to our world, Madigan!

                                    CHANDLER
                         Welcome home to us all!

                                    MADIGAN
                         Glad to be back. To friendship!

                                    ALL THREE
                         To LIFE! Hear ... hear...!

                                    BROOKE
                         You've no idea, how relieved we are
                         that everything is all right with
                         you, Madigan.

                                    CHANDLER
                         Darling, don't ever do that again.

                                    MADIGAN
                         You're the best friends anyone could
                         ever have. It's time I share with
                         you, what I've kept to myself for a
                         long time.

                                    BROOKE
                         Please do. Disregard my...you know.

                                    CHANDLER
                         Enlighten us. We're listening.

                                    MADIGAN
                         As far as I can remember, I always had a 
                         sense of things. Most times I knew before 
                         things happen. One person I confided to, 
                         besides Auntie Angela, who ratted on me, 
                         was Granny Lola, my great, great grand
                         mother. When Granny Lola passed on, I
                         kept  everything to myself. I was eight
                         with no one to share my fears. One
                         morning, while having breakfast with
                         the young lady teacher, who took me in,
                         when my entire family left me right
                         after  Granny Lola, I knew teacher will
                         die. (a beat) That night, she did. Fell 
                         down the stairs, that earlier gave me a 
                         creepy feeling. Why did I have to know if
                         I could not be of help? Why didn't I tell
                         my teacher to avoid the stairs?
                         In 4th grade, I feigned illness and got
                         off the school bus going to our field
                         trip, for something felt very wrong.
                         Later, the bus crashed.
                         Many of my classmates were injured. One
                         died; my seat-mate. Why didn't I tell our
                         teacher? (a beat) So, I prayed for God to
                         take it all away. Since then I
                         disregarded the feelings... the knowing. 

                                    BROOKE
                         You weren't sure that, that creepy
                         feeling about the stairs, and the
                         bus meant anything. Maybe they
                         would have not listened anyway.

                                    CHANDLER
                         You can't blame yourself for what
                         happened in your childhood. You were
                         scared... people were not ready to
                         listen. Now, hopefully, we'll allow
                         ourselves just a miniscule of curiosity
                         about things out there. Things as 
                         ESP, psychic phenomena, UFOs, aliens,
                         other entities, etc., etc. ... 

                                    BROOKE
                         So it's back, in spite of your denial?

                                    CHANDLER
                         I've read that when we attune ourselves
                         with nature, nourish our spirit with
                         music, dance to nurture our body, and
                         quiet ourselves, we become more recep-
                         tive to what we have. Perhaps you've 
                         developed your gifts even further. 

                                    MADIGAN
                         I'm no longer resisting. I've come 
                         to accept. Yes, it's happening again, 
                         and in the most frustrating way. 

                                    BROOKE
                         Like what bothered you at the picnic in
                         Paris? And the walk by the lake?

                                    MADIGAN
                         I did some soul-searching, talking...

                                    CHANDLER & BROOKE
                         To the lake?

                                    BROOKE
                         Then, let's be your lake. We don't mind
                         being THE LAKE. But your meeting with -
                         who was it? You were so positive that it
                         was real, although I still think that it
                         was just the drug.

                                    CHANDLER
                         Paris must be an entirely new arena.

                                    MADIGAN
                         Way beyond anything I'd experienced.

                                    BROOKE
                         We may believe in different things,
                         we may disagree, but I'm with you
                         in getting to the bottom of this.

                                    CHANDLER
                         As the saying goes, "go your way, I
                         will go mine, but let's walk down
                         the street together."

                                    BROOKE
                         Yeah ... yeah...I agree. Totally.

                                    MADIGAN
                         So do I. Already, I feel much better. 

                                    CHANDLER
                         There's a Metaphysics Symposium two
                         nights from now, here in Manhattan.
                         We can go if you like. It may help.

                                    MADIGAN
                         Sure. There's nothing to lose by
                         listening to what's out there.

               EXT. AUDITORIUM IN MANHATTAN -NIGHT

               The SIGN on the billboard reads: METAPHYSICS SYMPOSIUM. An
               orderly crowd enters the auditorium. A mix of OFFICE WORKERS,
               SENIORS, STUDENTS, PROFESSIONALS, BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE, ARTISTS,
               with noticeable sense of positive interaction among them. The
               Trio is in line, curiously-observant.

               INT. AUDITORIUM - SAME NIGHT          

               The big hall is full to capacity. The Trio sits together.

               Seated on stage are: DR. JANICE TOUCHSTONE, 40, poised, and
               charming: FLAHERTY, 60, serene, confident. GORSHAM, 50,
               affable and passionate, MOVES ABOUT the stage as he SPEAKS.

                                    GORSHAM
                         Each of us, at one time, or  another, must 
                         have experienced synchronicity, but perhaps 
                         we brushed it aside as mere coincidence. 
                         Synchronicity is a meaningful coincidence that 
                         impacts our lives in an emotional and deep way. 
                         But more than this, synchronicity is a sign that 
                         lets us know, that we are on the right track; 
                         that things are falling into place; that what 
                         we're doing is synchronized and not disordered.
                         When we perceive meaningful coincidences, and
                         become aware of synchronistic events in our
                         lives, we avail ourselves of a beacon, a guide
                         as we tread our paths.

               APPLAUSE. Chandler and Madigan can relate; Brooke subdued.

               ANOTHER ANGLE - The stage with the speaker, DR. TOUCHSTONE.

                                    TOUCHSTONE
                         How often have we wondered why someone is so
                         familiar, or why we feel so drawn to some people?
                         Could it be possible, that we had an encounter on
                         another level? An astral encounter, perhaps? 
                         Our astral body, which is our emotional and
                         desire nature, leaves our body during sleep, in
                         a coma, or in other forms of unconscious state.
                         Once back in our physical body, the emotional
                         experience stays with us. But because in our
                         waking hour, it  is our conscious mind that
                         holds the control button, everything that the
                         subconscious mind may have experienced through
                         the astral body, remains mere feelings.
                         The conscious mind finds it difficult to accept
                         the fact that through our astral body we can be
                         in any place in a matter of minutes or an hour
                         or two; because it is not logical; because it
                         could not be explained within the parameter of
                         time and space.
                         There are those, who can remember all, even when
                         back in the physical body; those who transcend
                         the restrictions of time and space. So, while one
                         could only feel, the other could both feel and
                         also know and say with conviction. "I was there.
                         I saw you." The other could only say, "I have a
                         feeling, a vague recollection. I was thinking of
                         you." But indeed, they met and it was real.

               APPLAUSE and REACTIONS of agreement among the audience.

               ON MADIGAN, Chandler, and Brooke - amazed as realization hits.

               BACK ON THE STAGE - FLAHERTY'S EYES survey the audience.

                                    FLAHERTY
                         When twin souls are ready for each other, the
                         Universe conspires for them to meet. The depth
                         of their emotional desires inspires their
                         spirits to cross space and time. But until then,
                         they may by-pass one another, while they polish
                         their rough edges through the many encounters
                         with others; growing, developing, preparing for
                         their ultimate meeting.
                         Their profound attraction no longer just manifests
                         in that emotional deep look into  each other's
                         eyes, but in a commonality of purpose, an agreement
                         of paths to tread, of values, ideals, and
                         philosophies. So complementary, that they mirror
                         each other, as twins.  

               WE SHOW BERNARD, who NODS with a SENSE OF CONFIRMATION.

                                    FLAHERTY (CONT'D)
                         They thrive in cooperation, instead of competition; 
                         self-esteem, instead of insecurity; trust, instead
                         of suspicion and jealousy; respect, instead of
                         discourtesy and abuse. They feel for the feeling of
                         the other. Their relationship is one of mutual
                         support. 
                         Let us all view relationships in all their human
                         imperfections, as learning experiences; honing,
                         tempering, polishing, so sparkling gems can emerge
                         to become priceless jewels.
                         Tonight, let us bless and celebrate our experiences;
                         be these painful, seemingly unnecessary and trivial,
                         but most of all, let us appreciate the fulfilling,
                         and the joyful.

               STANDING OVATION. PAN TO BERNARD, smiling and hopeful as he
               turns to leave. CONTINUE PANNING to the Trio.

                                    MADIGAN
                               (she mumbles; excitedly
                                with relief)
                         I'm not crazy! (She laughs.) I'm
                         not crazy.

                                    BROOKE & CHANDLER
                         Who says you are?

                                    MADIGAN
                               (with narrowed eyes fixed at
                                a distant target)
                         Someone did. A long, long time ago. 

               INT. BRUNO & ANGELA'S LIVING ROOM - DAY, THE PRESENT

               A rural hovel, its room in disarray. A serious-looking
               Madigan, glowers at BRUNO, middle-age, potbellied, drunk hulk
               of a man; slouching on a worn sofa, peering at her.

                                    BRUNO
                         Who are you?

               Madigan brushes back her hair, displaying a RED RAISED CROSS
               BIRTHMARK behind her right EAR. Bruno grins his pervert grin.

                                    BRUNO (CONT'D)
                         MAD GUN? You're back! They locked you
                         up? You escaped! (He yells.) ANGELA!

                                    ANGELA
                               (O.S., nervously)
                         Lunch is almost done...dearrr...

                                    BRUNO
                         Sweetie Pie, look who's here. Its
                         your loony niece, MAD GUN.

               ANGELA, races INTO FRAME, disheveled and bruised; a ladle in
               hand, more shriveled than her already petite frame, older than
               her late 30's. She lights up, as she looks up at Madigan.

                                    ANGELA
                         Madigan? My goodness, you're SO TALL.

               She hugs Madigan. Madigan hugs back more of pity than joy.

                                    MADIGAN
                         Auntie Angela, you don't have enough
                         yet, of all this? You were not
                         created to be a punching bag or a
                         doormat, otherwise, God could have
                         easily made both with no sweat. THIS
                         THING here is NOT, what love is.

                                    BRUNO
                               (furiously)
                         Don't puke your mashed-up brain all
                         over my Sweetie.

               Bruno stretches to his six-foot frame, from the rickety sofa, and
               glares, ready to hit Madigan. She kicks him in the groin, sending
               him back to the sofa, curled up and groaning. Angela hugs him,
               but he pushes her, sending her reeling on the floor.

                                       MADIGAN
                         Your kind is the lowest scum, that
                         ever inhabit this earth. Someone has
                         to grind you up, and liquefy you, and
                         dump you down the deepest, darkest,
                         malodorous, rat-infested gutter, that
                         collects all the dirt and grime of
                         this Universe. You WIMPY COWARD! Yes,
                         I am Madigan, not MAD GUN, and I am
                         NOT crazy. And you, Auntie Angela, I
                         "shouldn't tell anyone," so you
                         warned me. But you did. You gave this
                         creature a pastime to ridicule and
                         harass me. I grew up believing that I
                         had something awful and shameful to
                         hide.

               Bruno and Angela are shocked. Madigan can rage.

                                    MADIGAN (CONT'D)
                         But there's a God, who's just and
                         compassionate to little, helpless
                         children. He helps them survive. I
                         did not come to punish you, Bruno. 
                         We do that on our own, to ourselves,
                         when we don't feel worthy inside. 
                                (Compassionately) 
                         But inside that shell  of a man, a
                         sick man, is still God's creation,
                         who needs help.
                         I don't know what happened in your
                         life but whatever it was gives you
                         no right to take it on upon
                         others, to degrade, abuse, and
                         hurt another human being,
                         including the one you profess to
                         love. This endless succession of
                         violence has to end.

                                    BRUNO
                               (still nursing his groin;
                                furiously)
                         No one came to help me from my father. 
                         Not even my mother. (shouts) ANGELA, 
                         I'm hungry!

               Angela jumps up in obedience but Madigan holds her back.

                                    MADIGAN
                         No more, Auntie Angela! If you love
                         yourself, let go. This is your chance
                         to be free. He needs help but not
                         from you. You don't have to be afraid
                         anymore. You will be helped. 
                               (dials her cell phone)
                         You may come in now. I'll meet you
                         at your office.

                                    BRUNO
                               (grabs Madigan with his
                                right arm)
                         Who did you call?

               CLOSE SHOT of Bruno's right arm with a deep TEETH MARK SCAR.

               REACTION SHOT of Madigan, puzzled and in disbelief.

               TWO POLICEMEN and FEMALE and MALE SOCIAL WORKERS, BURST IN.
               Bruno curses and resists; Angela, cries in the arms of the
               Social Worker. Madigan hugs Angela and walks out.

               EXT. OPEN RUSTIC PLAIN - SAME DAY 

               Madigan looks to the rustic field, gets in the top-down MBZ,
               and speeds away, leaving behind the pain of her childhood.

               EXT. RESIDENTIAL ESTATES IN SOUTH HAMPTON - DAY 

               A top-down MBZ driven by Chandler passes forested estates.
               The Trio is in good spirit, enjoying the sight; Madigan
               HUMMING the MELODY, that Bernard composed. Brooke WHISTLES
               along, joined by Chandler, who CROONS with gusto.

                                    CHANDLER
                         Nice melody. Romantic and passionate.

                                    BROOKE
                         It's kind of easy to remember, too.
                         (a beat) Where did you hear it?

                                    MADIGAN
                         Well, you may not believe this, but
                         Pegasus played it on his violin.

                                    BROOKE
                         In...your...dream.

                                    CHANDLER
                               (gives a hint to stop
                                the subject)
                         Yes, Brooke, in her dream. We do
                         remember some of our dreams, don't
                         we, huh, Brooke?

                                    BROOKE
                               (changes the subject)
                         Aren't these properties, offensively
                         extravagant?

                                    CHANDLER
                         Wouldn't it be great buying an estate 
                         here and relocating the center?

                                    BROOKE
                         Keep dreaming Chandler.

                                    MADIGAN
                         If it's meant to happen, it will.
                         (a beat) Look! Isn't that estate
                         just gorgeous?

               The Trio's P.O.V. - an imposing mansion surrounded by lush trees.

               ANOTHER ANGLE - They all look up at the mansion, in awe as
               they drive by the electric gate with a nameplate that reads:

               "THE BRADSWORTHS." They drive on without noticing the name.

                                    CHANDLER
                         We're here.

               INT. THE THORPE'S MANSION - SAME DAY 

               Felicia Thorpe STRUTS ACROSS her mansion, followed by the
               Trio, and stops by the grand staircase. They shake hands. 

                                    BROOKE
                         Our crew will commence work this
                         weekend.

                                    FELICIA
                               (hands an envelope to
                                Brooke; sweetly)
                         I took the liberty of assessing
                         your company for three $2,000
                         tickets to the Int'l. Human Rights
                         fund-raising concert this Saturday
                         evening. It's for a worthy cause
                         and it's tax deductible.

               Brooke is unhappy at Felicia's arbitrariness, but Chandler
               winks at Brooke and takes over, graciously. 

                                    CHANDLER
                         Of course, it's our pleasure.

                                    MADIGAN
                         Thank you for thinking of our
                         company.

                                    FELICIA
                         I'll recommend your company to all my
                         friends for all their floral needs. And
                         I've placed additional food order with
                         the wedding reception caterer, as my
                         donation to your center.  

                                    CHANDLER
                         We appreciate the referral and the
                         food donation to the center, of
                         course.

               INT. THE THORPE'S MANSION GRAND STAIRCASE - DAY 

               Robin, in shorts and pony tail, skips down the grand
               staircase. Felicia emerges and calls after her. 

                                    FELICIA
                         Don't leave Robin. Andre is coming
                         for your wedding dress fitting.

                                    ROBIN
                         We're having our graduation
                         rehearsal.

               Felicia walks away. Robin stops and turns, feeling guilty.

               INT. FELICIA'S BEDROOM - SAME DAY 

               Felicia is by the window. Robin approaches her, remorseful.

                                    ROBIN
                         Look Mom, you've been doing fine
                         with this wedding preparation
                         without me. What fits you, fits me.
                         Just stand in for me. Besides,
                         Bernard and I are not really into
                         this show. It's your brain child,
                         not ours. In fact, the entire rush
                         wedding date is, of course,
                         father's plan, as always. I love
                         Bernard but I don't want this
                         wedding to be part of Father's
                         business agenda. And, as usual, you
                         seem not to mind at all. 

               Felicia looks at Robin sadly then smiles wryly, struts to a
               divan, opens boxes from shopping bags, and flaunts items with
               a tinge of irony.

                                    FELICIA
                         I've decided not to fight the
                         current and I've learned to swim
                         with it. Your father and I are like
                         two addicts. He can't stop making
                         money. I can't stop spending it.

                                    ROBIN
                         So this is all about father? You
                         surround ourself with these
                         expensive things in excessive
                         proportions...
                               (approaches Felicia and
                                gently touches her face)
                         ... even this... why Mother?

                                    FELICIA
                               (still with an arrogant
                                front)
                         And why not? Who are we fooling? At
                         Least, I am honest. I have money, I
                         spend it and share with charities.
                         I have clothes and jewelry, I wear
                         them; I put make-up, I show it.

                                    ROBIN
                         You're wearing, not make-up but mask,
                         Mom. Where is all this coming from?

               Felicia stops, goes to her bed, and sits on its edge. Robin
               approaches, kneels and cups Felicia's hands in hers.

                                    FELICIA
                         You finally paused to ask why. I
                         feel like a fixture in this house
                         for so long. Why not be the most
                         expensive fixture? Undertaking this
                         preparation for your wedding is the
                         best thing that ever happened in my
                         life. It makes me feel useful and
                         needed. (a beat) It gives me a
                         thrill to envision you in your
                         wedding gown, visualize the
                         entourage, flowers, guests, music.
                               (She sadly mutters.)
                         Everything I never had. (a beat)
                         Your father and I started with
                         nothing but ourselves and our love
                         for each other. I was a Nursery
                         School Teacher, sending a husband
                         through college. As a young girl,
                         I, too, had a dream.

                                    ROBIN
                         I didn't know Mom. I'm truly sorry.

               Robin hugs her mother, laying her face on her mother's lap.

               EXT. THE TREASURES JEWELER - SAME DAY

               Madigan walks past the window of Treasures Jeweler. Suddenly,
               she stops and looks back at the display window.

               MADIGAN'S P.O.V. - 

               The "Sweetheart Ring" is gone.

               C.U, Of Madigan, in disbelief then smiles looking hopeful.

               INT. FLEUR-DE-LIS APT., MADIGAN/BROOKE LIVING ROOM - NIGHT 

               Madigan is all dressed up in her long gown for a dinner date;
               Brooke and Chandler checking her over.

                                    BROOKE
                         This Mr. Millionaire, Theodore 
                         guy must mean business, huh?

                                    MADIGAN
                         It's just a dinner. I promised to go 
                         out with him before our trip to Paris.

               Chandler gives Brooke a "hands-off, none-of-our-business"
               kind of look. But Brooke is not to be deterred.

                                    BROOKE
                         Yeah...yeah, but this long gown
                         thing is kind of serious. (a beat)
                         On the contrary, this is good ...
                         very good. At least, you're going
                         out with a real, three-dimensional
                         entity, unlike our, "you know who." 

                                    CHANDLER
                         The "you know who," my dear Brooke,
                         may just be as real, depending on
                         whose perspective it's coming from.
                         Enjoy, love. Go with your instinct.

                                    BROOKE
                         Actually, whatever makes you happy is
                         what we wish for you. (a beat) I
                         shouldn't be clucking like some mother
                         hen, huh? But, I care.

                                    CHANDLER
                         So does Daddy roaster.

               Chandler flaps his arms and crows. LAUGHTER and KISSES.

                                    MADIGAN
                         Isn't it just wonderful to be one
                         lovable baby chickadee? (a beat)
                         Bye you two. Peace.

               Madigan swings around and glides seductively towards the
               door, as Chandler wraps an arm around Brooke's shoulders, and
               like doting parents, they follow Madigan with adoring look.

               INT. SUPPER CLUB - SAME NIGHT          

               Madigan is escorted by a tuxedoed Theodore. An elegant pair.
               She is overwhelmed by what welcomes them.

               P.O.V. Of Madigan - The plush club is theirs alone for tonight. 
               It is turned into a virtual paradise; candlelights and all. 

               As Theodore guides Madigan to a lone table, VIOLIN SOLO with
               back-up from  a STRING QUARTET fills the room. A WAITER sets
               on the table, a SILVER COVERED PLATTER and leaves.

                                    MADIGAN
                         This is amazing! It's magical...
                         ...enchanting!

                                    THEODORE
                         If you'll allow me, I want to give
                         you all that I am, all that I have.

               Theodore uncovers the platter and Madigan is aghast.

               C.U. Of a 7 CARAT CANARY DIAMOND SOLITAIRE RING on a bed of
               roses inside the platter.

                                    THEODORE (CONT'D)
                               (kneels and offers the
                                ring to Madigan)
                         I love you and I need you. Please
                         say you'll marry me.

                                    MADIGAN
                               (compassionately cups his
                                hands)
                         Please, get up Theodore. Let's
                         talk.

               Theodore, with anticipation, gets up and sits on his chair;
               Madigan, still cupping his hands. The MUSIC still PLAYS ON. 

                                    MADIGAN (CONT'D)
                         You are a decent and caring
                         gentleman. You deserve to be happy.
                         I wish things were different. But
                         it's not. For my heart is out there
                         with someone. What I have, what I
                         feel, and what I can offer you is
                         my friendship, nothing more. And
                         it's unfair to you. In fact it'll
                         be unfair to both of us.

                                    THEODORE
                         Anything you give me is more than enough.

                                    MADIGAN
                         No, Theodore, you deserve more. No    
                         one has to settle for anything less,  
                         for I truly believe that someone out
                         there can give you more.
                         When the time is right for both of you,
                         you'll find each other.

                                    THEODORE
                               (tearing, the wound is
                                still raw)
                         I've already found her, but I lost her.

                                    MADIGAN
                         I know. In a plane crash six months
                         ago. I'm very sorry for the loss of
                         your wife.

               The big hunk of a man suddenly looks so frail and helpless.

                                    THEODORE
                         And I never sent her flowers, never 
                         told her how much she meant to me. 
                         I just didn't know how, then. It  
                         was uncomfortable for me expressing
                         myself.
                               (tear inches out of
                                Theodore's eyes)
                         I have so much love to give, yet we
                         were allowed, just a few months...

                                    MADIGAN
                               (gently brushes his tear
                                with a finger)
                         Yes, Theodore, she came into your
                         life, however brief, to help you
                         realize that you have the capacity 
                         to extend yourself unabashedly, to
                         someone you love. Her sudden
                         departure is a reminder of how
                         important it is to say what we want
                         to say, and to do what we want to 
                         do, while we still can. Then, there
                         will be no more, "if onlys." There
                         will only be precious memories of
                         time and love shared. You'll find
                         love again. I know you're ready, for
                         you've already shown me. Out there 
                         is someone just for you, who can
                         share the person that you've become.      
                         (a beat) Please, dance with me. 

               They dance; wishing things were different, but it is good-bye.

               INT. FLORAL WONDERS ATRIUM - DAY 

               Madigan works with Paul and Marie on a floral piece and some
               2 ft. sq. Orchids blankets, when Brooke drops in.

                                    BROOKE
                         Hmm... Mrs. Thorpe's additional
                         order? 

                                    MADIGAN
                         Uhum...Have you seen Chandler? 

                                    BROOKE
                         He left for the center. A new boy
                         needs help.

                                    MADIGAN
                         Good. Hopefully, he'll have an update,
                         as well, on the eviction case. Caressa
                         is very positive that she will get a
                         visit from the developers.(a beat)    
                         I kind of feel it, too.

                                    BROOKE
                         I wish. (a beat) Any plans for today?

                                    MADIGAN
                         None so far. Be here most of the day. 

                                    BROOKE
                               (whispers teasingly)
                         That CANARY DIAMOND RING still haunts
                         me...Have fun. I'll be at the office. 

               EXT. CENTER GROUNDS - SAME DAY 

               Chandler walks with a distraught GLEN, the boy, who was hog
               tied, and thrown from a car one evening, near the center.

                                    GLEN
                         Caressa said, I was lucky the plastic
                         bag over my head got torn. I don't 
                         know them. Why did they hate me?

                                    CHANDLER
                         Perhaps you were in the wrong place   
                         at the wrong time. Or is it because  
                         you refuse to fight? Or you prefer
                         music, art, dancing? You're gentle,
                         courteous?

                                    GLEN
                         Yes. (a beat) But how do you know?

                                    CHANDLER
                         Sounds familiar, but nothing to be    
                         embarrassed about. Your interest and  
                         traits may not fall into the stereo-
                         type of what people think a man should  
                         be, however, that doesn't. make you     
                         any less of a human being.

                                    GLEN
                         Is it my fault that I'm different?
                         (a beat) I try to fit in. 

                                    CHANDLER
                         Just be true to yourself. And you
                         know, instead of spending your
                         energy worrying how to fit in,
                         perhaps making the best of what you
                         are, may be more productive. 
                               (makes Glen face him squarely;) 
                         Don't put on a face that's not yours.
                         Remember, you are just as worthy as I 
                         and anybody else. We are all here for 
                         a reason, man, woman, young or old, gay,  
                         lesbian or straight, colored or white.
                         Each can make a difference, for even the
                         smallest pebble can create a ripple,
                         whether cast into the tiniest lake or 
                         the biggest and deepest ocean. 

                                    GLEN
                         What really makes a man ... a man?

                                    CHANDLER
                         Wouldn't you rather want to know 
                         how one can be a positive force in 
                         our Universe?

                                    GLEN
                         Even I could be a positive force?

                                    CHANDLER
                         Precisely! Being you, is a good 
                         start. 

               Glen wipes his tears. He feels relieved and hopeful.

               INT. BERNARD'S OFFICE - SAME DAY  

                                    CRAIG
                         North is putting the pressure on us.

                                    BERNARD
                         Only if we allow him to. I've got
                         to be comfortable with the concept.
                         And have the inspiration to do it.

                                    CRAIG
                         Doesn't sound like a good business 
                         practice.

                                    BERNARD
                         Maybe. However, to me, the best way
                         to do business is to do away with
                         all the business mumbo-jumbo and
                         just go for what works.

                                    CRAIG
                         I couldn't agree more. Even back in
                         college, you've always been for
                         what is fair and just, instead of
                         what is legal, and even right. 

                                    BERNARD
                         You know as well as I do that legal
                         isn't always right, just, or fair.
                         Even right, if it doesn't work is
                         counter-productive, especially if it
                         is without compassion. Reasons, why
                         North's modi operandi bother me.

                                    CRAIG
                         North is all business, I agree, but he
                         seems to have the savvy to deal with
                         the real world. Idealism isn't always
                         the answer; just most of the time.

                                    BERNARD
                         Compassion is the ONLY answer, ALWAYS.

               Craig waves goodbye. As he turns, Bernard calls after him.

                                    BERNARD (CONT'D)
                         I suddenly get this inspiration. I'll 
                         visit that Bronx property. Right now! 

               Craig gives Bernard a thumbs-up sign and skips out of the room. 

               INT. FLORAL WONDERS ATRIUM - SAME DAY 

               Madigan works with Paul and Marie. Suddenly she FREEZES in
               FEAR and PANIC; hurries to the office; leaving them amazed.

               INT. BROOKE'S OFFICE - FLORAL WONDERS, INC. - SAME DAY 

               Madigan barges in, in distress, which startles Brooke.

                                    MADIGAN
                         Is there a car I can use?

                                    BROOKE
                         Chandler took one of the wagons, but...  

                                    MADIGAN
                         Whatever is available. I need the key.

                                    BROOKE
                         Sure. Here's the Mercedes'. Where 
                         are you going?

               Madigan grabs the key and hurries to the door.

                                    MADIGAN
                         To the center. 

               She slams the door behind her. Stunned and concerned, Brooke
               grabs her back-pack and hurries out.

               EXT. CENTER GROUNDS - SAME DAY 

               Madigan drives the top-down Mercedes, in panic. And a short
               distance before the center gate, she abruptly swerves the car
               off the road, and hurries inland through the woods.

               Brooke's Floral Wonders van speeds past Madigan's turn, worry
               and concern visibly etched on her face.

               MOVING SHOT of Madigan running through debris in the woods.

               ZOOM IN to TWO GROUPS OF CHILDREN; boys and girls ages 9 to
               12, in confrontation; each leader with a hand gun. The leaders
               are: LEON, 12, and CLAY, 13. Each group has trade mark head
               band and cap; weapons as knives, bats, crow bars, etc.

                                    MADIGAN
                         STOP...!

               The two groups are aghast, when she stands firmly between them. 

                                    LEON
                               (angrily)
                         What's your problem?

                                    MADIGAN
                         If you don't stop this, something
                         terribly dreadful will happen; an
                         awful, awful tragedy.

                                    CLAY
                         Get out of the way!

                                    MADIGAN
                         Many of you will die, you hear me? It
                         could be you...and you...and you...

                                    LEON
                         Crap! What are you, psychic or psycho?

                                    MADIGAN
                         Listen to me. I will do everything to stop
                         this craziness. Not you, or you, will stop
                         me from acting on what I feel, and what I
                         know. I am no longer a child, scared that
                         no one will believe me. That fear cost me
                         my father, mother, and baby brother. 

                                    LEON
                         Who cares? None of our business.

                                    CLAY
                         Get lost!

                                    MADIGAN
                         After I've said what I need to say.

               Reactions of RUMBLINGS. Leon and Clay subdue their groups.

                                    MADIGAN (CONT'D)
                         Many years ago, my whole family went on 
                         a trip for a relative's funeral. I was 
                         not with them. I was sick. But something 
                         was wrong. I felt it. I wanted to stop 
                         them but I got scared. (a beat) Who would
                         believe a child of eight? (a beat) On 
                         their way, my father made a wrong turn to 
                         a dead end that dark night. Their car got
                         riddled with bullets from rival gangs. The
                         killers were children, just like you, and
                         prison stole their childhood.

                                    LEON
                         Don't listen to her! You've said your piece.
                         Leave! We've territories to reclaim. 

                                    MADIGAN
                         This is no one's territory; not yours,
                         not the center's, but we can all be
                         here. We can coexist, help each other.

                                    LEON
                         Crap! This is about revenge, an eye
                         for an eye. They kill one of us, we
                         kill back. Get it?

                                    MADIGAN
                         Oh yes, I know about revenge. That rage
                         inside that digs down deep into your guts
                         and grinds until you choke in your own
                         bile. It consumed me, until I remembered
                         what a wise old woman once said. "We hate
                         because no one cares to understand where
                         we're coming from; how we feel. We resort
                         to violence out of frustration that no
                         one cares to listen. We condemn because
                         we are sure that we're right and they're
                         wrong." (a beat) It's not too late to
                         believe that living with hate only kills
                         the good in us. Hate could have destroyed
                         me. To forgive is difficult, but I did.
                         For what did I have to lose but my
                         hatred? (a beat) You want revenge? When
                         will the hate and the killings stop?
                         There's no end to revenge until no one
                         related to anyone of you is left. Is that
                         what you want to do with your lives?
                         Because if it is, then go ahead and KILL
                         until no one is left to kill. 

               Clay and Leon raise their guns; others, knives, crowbars, etc.

               EXT. ENTER GROUNDS - SAME DAY 

               Brooke anxiously approaches Chandler, who is with Glen.

                                    BROOKE
                         Have you seen Madigan?

                                    CHANDLER
                         No. Why?

               O.S. SOUND of GUNSHOTS is HEARD. The grounds activities FREEZE. 

                                    BROOKE
                         MADIGAN! 

               Brooke and Chandler run towards the direction of the gunshots.
               Fred, Bob, and Tess, coming from the center, follow; so does Glen.

               EXT. CENTER'S GATE - SAME DAY 

               Bernard's four-wheeler SCREECHES to a stop by the center gate. He
               jumps out and runs towards the direction of the gunshots.

               EXT. SHOOTING SITE - SAME DAY 

               Madigan stands petrified between the two groups; weapons piled
               before her. Chandler and Brooke arrive, panting and anxious.

                                    BROOKE
                         Are you all right?

               Madigan nods, "YES" - immobile, unfeeling, and in shock.

                                    CHANDLER
                         What happened?

                                    MADIGAN
                               (to groups, unemotionally)
                         Go, leave, all of you; right now. 
                         Go!

               They hesitate; Leon and Clay grasp hands in reconciliation;
               walk away together, and disperse in different directions.
               Fred, Bob, Tess and Glen arrive; anxious and confused.

                                    MADIGAN (CONT'D)
                         Nothing happened here.

                                    CHANDLER
                               (nods and pockets the guns)
                         Sure, we found these in the clean-up.

                                    BROOKE
                         And the guns accidentally fired.

               They nod and pick up the weapons. GLEN STOPS, REGARDS
               Madigan, WONDERING, and proceeds to help in the clean-up. 

               MADIGAN FREEZES at seeing Glen. Is it really possible? Tears
               well in her eyes. 

                                    MADIGAN
                               (mutters in disbelief
                                and relief)
                         He is alive!

               Madigan, as if in a trance, hurries towards the direction of
               her car. Chandler and Brooke go after her, concerned.

               Bernard arrives, catches a fleeing glimpse of Chandler and
               Brooke's back, but not of Madigan's. He turns to Bob. 

                                    BERNARD
                         What happened? Is anyone hurt?

                                    BOB
                         Nothing. No! We're just cleaning up.

               Altho not convinced, Bernard nods, turns to retrace his path.

               EXT. OUTLOOK TO EAST RIVER - SAME DAY 

               MOVING SHOT FOLLOW Madigan, who hyperventilating, drives the
               top-down MBZ to an outlook, stops the car, exits, runs to its
               top; LAUGHING till realization sets in, and LAUGHTER turns to
               SOBS. She falls on her knees, HYSTERICALLY CRYING.

               EXT. CENTER GROUNDS - SAME DAY 

               Bernard observes with interest as he and Caressa tour the
               grounds, where Seniors and Youths are in various activities. 

                                    CARESSA
                         I just arrived in this country,
                         when I came to this place. It was
                         occupied by a few homeless. I
                         stayed, worked, and went to night
                         school. Soon, more homeless and 
                         runaways joined us. This is how we
                         started the center, pairing youths
                         and seniors, helping homeless back
                         on their feet. Those we helped,
                         returned as volunteers. 

                                    BERNARD
                         But why this particular place?

               From her pocket, Caressa brings out a YELLOWED ENVELOPE and
               hands it to Bernard. The return address baffles him.

                                    BERNARD (CONT'D)
                         This letter came from this address?

                                    CARESSA
                         Yes. This is how I found this
                         place. 

                                    BERNARD
                         Records show that a Mlle. Elsa
                         Grouchier from Paris, owns this
                         property.

               C.U. Of CARESSA, looking confused.

                                    BERNARD (CONT'D)
                         Do you know her?

                                    CARESSA
                         After the war, I heard, that she
                         died before she could leave for
                         America. No one knew that she owned
                         a property here.

                                    BERNARD
                               (kindly)
                         Please come with me. We're going to
                         see the developer.

               INT. BRADSWORTH COVERED BALCONY - SAME DAY 

               At the library balcony, Grant is asleep in his wheelchair; 
               Miss Wilson and Bernard by the open door, looking at him. 

                                    MISS WILSON
                         Your grandfather was asking for you
                         earlier. I'll leave you two.

               CHANGE ANGLE - Miss Wilson walks to the library, passing
               Caressa, who sits serenely on a sofa.

               Bernard goes to Grant who stirs, hands Bernard a LETTER, MOTIONS, 
               and PRODS Bernard to read aloud. 

                                     BERNARD
                                (reads the letter aloud)

               "My dear Bernard,

               I loved your Grandma. She was a decent lady, who did not
               deserve to be hurt, so I kept this to myself. But, all along,
               she knew, yet allowed me my sense of dignity.

                                    GRANT (V.O.)

               I was a young soldier in Paris toward the end of the Second
               World War, when we met. We had passion. We burned when we
               touched. That very instant, we knew that we were meant to be
               together, forever; that no distance, time, or death could
               come between us. All this time, I feel her. After the war, we
               were shipped home. We did not have the chance to say goodbye.
               I wrote but later lost contact. Meanwhile, Eloise, patiently
               waited for me to marry her. We were childhood friends. 

               I never thought that I could have any love left to give to
               another. Yet, I found that I also had enough love for your
               Grandma, who showed me how to care and love selflessly.

               One day, I received a letter from a midwife in Paris, who
               claimed to have my son in her care, when his mother died in
               childbirth. She had my letters and she knew all about us.

               I went to Paris to claim my son, but the midwife wanted more,
               besides money, for she planned to come to America. At the
               time, we already moved to this house, so I transferred the
               title of the Bronx property, that my father gave me as a
               gift, to the midwife, Elsa Duroucher.

                                    BERNARD
                               (reads the letter aloud)

               Your grandmother couldn't have children, so I arranged for
               the adoption of my son, without her knowing that he was mine.
               My son, was your father. Eloise loved him like her own and
               loved you even more. That is why I did not want you to see
               the owner of the Bronx property, in Paris. I could not bear
               to hurt your Grandma. I'm sorry, I kept this from you all
               this years. I'm sorry she had to die to give me our son.
               Please forgive me.....your Grandfather."

                                    CARESSA (O.C.)
                         The midwife, Elsa Duroucher, told me...

               SHOCK SHOT OF CARESSA, standing by the open library door.

                                    CARESSA (CONT'D)
                         ...that my son...died...at birth...

               SHOCK SHOT of GRANT, eyes brimming with tears, lips quivering.
               He struggles to stand, and does, but weakly sits back. 

               SHOCK SHOT of BERNARD, SPEECHLESS.

               As Caressa rushes towards Grant -- FLASH BACK: INTERCUT A FOGGY
               SCENE of the YOUNG GRANT in SOLDIER UNIFORM, and a YOUNG
               CARESSA. From afar, they wave goodbye. And in SLOW MOTION, they
               run back toward each other. MUSICAL INTERLUDE - "WE'LL MEET
               AGAIN" - "I'LL BE SEEING YOU" MEDLEY. As they embrace --

               MERGE TO PRESENT: Caressa kneeling before Grant, hugging him. 

                                    CARESSA (CONT'D)
                         Grant, mon amour. My heart, my life, 
                         my soul, always yours, avec mon amour.

               ANGLE - Bernard kneels beside Caressa and kisses her and Grant.

                                    BERNARD
                         Grand mama, ma grand'mere. (a beat)
                         Thank you, Grandpa. 

                                    CARESSA
                         Mon petit-fils, mon amour.

               Grant gives out SOBBING SOUNDS, but the life is back in his
               eyes. Bernard leaves his grandparents alone to themselves.
               MUSIC UP AND UNDER AND OUT - 

               EXT. BRADSWORTH GARDENS - SUNRISE

               Grant and Caressa sit on a garden bench, a wheelchair beside
               it. They relish their first sunrise together. A few
               butterflies flutter among the flowers. From behind, Bernard
               walks in, kisses his grandparents and hands each a red rose.

                                    BERNARD
                         Good morning Grand mama...Grandpa.

                                    CARESSA
                         Isn't it a glorious day, Bernard...
                         my dear grandson?
                               (smells the rose)
                         Life is so wonderful.

                                    GRANT
                               (with a slight effort)
                         It's time you take over the company,
                         Bernard. Craig has all the documents
                         I've signed. You're ready, grandson.
                         Besides, your grand mama and I have a
                         lifetime of catching up. 

                                    BERNARD
                         I promise you, Grandpa, that all your 
                         wishes and all that you believe in,
                         will live on. And Grand mama, your
                         center has our full support.

                                    CARESSA
                         Thank you. Merci. I know. It's clear
                         that your heart beats to the same
                         tempo as your Grand pere and mine. 
                               (with a naughty smile)
                         Right now, our hearts are bursting with 
                         so much love, so let's spread it around.

                                    BERNARD
                         Not only shall you have your permanent
                         Center - with all your visions in it, but
                         you'll have it in a place that will serve
                         the most number and be a beacon to all.
                         As you've eloquently and beautifully
                         expressed yesterday - "Love is just like
                         the butterfly ...

               Grant and Caressa join in -

                                    BERNARD, CARESSA, & GRANT
                         ... it flits from blossom to blossom,
                         whispering its song till the world 
                         stills to listen and sing in unison.

               EXT. UNIVERSITY GROUNDS - AFTERNOON, SAME DAY

               After an outdoor graduation ceremony, the GRADUATES converge.
               ROB, 23, a clean-cut, free-spirited graduate, hugs Robin.

                                    ROB
                         Come on, Chirpee, everyone's going
                         to the party. It would be fun.

                                    ROBIN
                               (acting so maturely, but
                                dispiritedly)
                         Rob, it's Robin...no longer
                         Chirpee, or Roby. (a beat) I can't
                         go. Mother made dinner reservation.

                                    ROB
                         No problem, Chirp. Pick you up 
                         in an hour? You'll be home before
                         dinner.

               Rob leaves before she could answer. Bernard and Felicia join
               Robin. A hug from Felicia, a kiss and bouquet from Bernard.

                                    ROBIN
                         Thank you, darling. Thank you, 
                         Mother.
                               (dejectedly)
                         Father is busy as usual.

                                    FELICIA
                         You know your father. Get used to it. 
                         See you both for dinner tonight.

               EXT. SEASIDE CLIFF - SAME AFTERNOON

               Bernard and Robin walk towards the cliff, hand in hand. She
               has taken off her cap and gown, and is in a classic suit.

                                    ROBIN
                         Why are we here?

                                    BERNARD
                         To have time together. Congratulations.
                         You deserve it. Be proud and be happy.

                                    ROBIN
                         But, why don't I feel that?

                                    BERNARD
                         Because you equate success with
                         your father's approval? 

                                    ROBIN
                         It's not easy when one hungers for it, 
                         for so long, but gets hurt, so often. 
                         Remember the time I barged into my 
                         father's meeting with you, your grand-
                         father, and some businessmen, to show 
                         Daddy, the ribbon I won in the Father's 
                         Day Poetry contest? All he said was,
                         "good," without even looking at me. 
                         And before I closed the door as I left, 
                         he said, that "ribbons do not produce 
                         profit, this contract, does.    

                                    BERNARD
                         I'm sorry you heard it.

                                    ROBIN
                         But you left his meeting, joined me
                         for a milk shake in the kitchen, to
                         celebrate my "poetry," you said. I
                         was so happy, I cried myself to
                         sleep, for I found my Hero. And for
                         once, I felt worthy to be loved. 

                                    BERNARD
                         Of course, you are. And yes, you 
                         had been hurt very deeply by your 
                         father, but you have it in you, to 
                         rise from your past, and move on. 
                         It's time you decide, what you, Robin
                         Thorpe, really want for yourself; not 
                         for your father, not for me. Shall we 
                         go thru with this wedding because your
                         father needs it to seal his joint-venture
                         with my grandfather, knowing that
                         Grandfather never turns his back on
                         family?
                         Or because your mother has completely
                         immersed herself into this, 
                         her dream wedding project?

                                    ROBIN
                         I'm so sorry we allowed them to
                         manipulate us. But I love you.

                                    BERNARD
                         You love the person, who showed you 
                         kindness, where there was none; love 
                         when you needed it most. That was 
                         then, but, what you want now, may not 
                         be what you'll want later. We grow, 
                         we change. I'm set in my ways; you 
                         are just finding yours. Let's not be 
                         trapped by the circumstance we find 
                         ourselves in. You have your youth, 
                         brains, beauty. You've triumphed over 
                         those years of growing up. Go out and 
                         enjoy; challenge opportunities.  

                                    ROBIN
                         With you, my hero, by my side, I can 
                         do anything. I'm forever grateful to 
                         you for always looking out for me.

                                    BERNARD
                         Please don't put me up there. I do not
                         want to be worshipped. I can't watch
                         you be enrapt in this, for you can lose
                         yourself. A relationship based on
                         idolatry, or gratitude is not love, not
                         the kind marriage is built on.

                                    ROBIN
                         You are... really worried.

                                    BERNARD
                         Yes, for both of us. Wanting to 
                         see you happy became my obsession, 
                         but I am not helping, not this way. 
                         I know this now. Robin, someone out 
                         there is calling me. I'll never forgive
                         myself, if I allow this once-in-a-
                         lifetime part of me, pass me by.   

                                    ROBIN
                         So how...what...what do we do now?  

                                    BERNARD
                         Let's not lose what we have. It's
                         rare. I have faith in you to know
                         what feels right. We'll both face
                         your parents. You won't be alone. 

                                    ROBIN
                         You helped me fly, go soar and reach
                         for her. I think I can handle this by
                         myself, for the child has just grown
                         up. A floodgate has just opened.

                                    BERNARD
                         Now, don't drown anyone.

                                    ROBIN
                         No, I won't do that. On the contrary,
                         I'll just extricate all the stones 
                         and rocks that have remained imbedded 
                         all this years, and wash them off from
                         the strangling, slimy moss and mire. 

                                    BERNARD
                         You amaze me. Do you realize how
                         strong and wise you are? Oh, Robin,
                         you're worth much, much more.

               Bernard hugs Robin, kisses her forehead. Robin sobs, whispers.

                                    ROBIN
                         Thank you, my hero. I love you.

               INT. THORPE ESTATE LIBRARY - SAME AFTERNOON 

               Robin excitedly enters the library in her cap and gown, and
               kisses North, who is behind his desk, screaming on the phone.

                                    NORTH (ON PHONE)
                         I don't care how you do it, just 
                         do it! (a beat) What time is your
                         graduation?

                                    ROBIN
                               (victoriously puts her
                                diploma before him) 
                         It's over, Father. I did it! 

                                    NORTH
                         Your mother wanted one, too. But
                         you both don't need this sheepskin.
                         Bernard will provide for you, as I
                         did for your mother.

                                    ROBIN
                         You don't get it. You're too myopic
                         to see what's staring at your face.

                                    NORTH
                         Ah women! Always so melodramatic.

                                    ROBIN
                         Have you never thought even in an iota
                         of a second that Mother and I need
                         something else besides money? We need
                         our self-esteem. Ever since I can
                         remember, you've made it a habit of
                         cutting me down at every opportunity.

                                    NORTH
                               (slams down his papers
                                and her diploma)
                         Damn it. You bring home this, measly 
                         piece of crap, suddenly you think 
                         you have stepped on top of a pedestal. 
                         Listen to me, girl. No pedestal is 
                         tall enough for you to stand on, to 
                         see me at eye level. And if thru 
                         luck you do, the slightest air I 
                         exhale will send you crumbling down.

                                    ROBIN
                         I just found one. Me. And not even
                         your hurricane can topple me down.
                         Not anymore, Father. You've already
                         done all the damage you can ever do
                         to me, And you know what I just
                         realized? I can stand on my own
                         pedestal instead of inching myself
                         precariously on the ledge of yours,
                         only to fall, and break to pieces
                         at your whim. I don't need your
                         approval anymore to make me feel
                         worthy, nor can you use me to
                         further your business venture.  

                                    NORTH
                         Use you? You're NOTHING without me.

                                    ROBIN
                         It's you who'll be nothing without
                         us who kowtow to you. You see NO
                         SLAVES, NO MASTERS! It'll be a new
                         world from now on, Father.

                                    NORTH
                         Enough with this emotional
                         rantings. Get out and forget this
                         ever happened.

                                    ROBIN
                         What is sad, Daddy, is, Mommy and I
                         really love you. Isn't it ironic
                         that with all your money, you and
                         Mommy can't be happy? Have you
                         forgotten how it was when you were
                         just starting? Can't you see that
                         there's a little girl in her,
                         that's hurting, because she misses
                         how you were, and can't even have
                         her simplest dream? I wonder what
                         your dream is, Daddy. The real one.
                         I know what mine is. (a beat) It's
                         not my fault if North, Jr., My dear
                         brother, died in that accident, and
                         I live. I wish you could appreciate
                         what you have, and not be so damn
                         angry at what you lost; for you
                         will end up losing all. 

               Robin kisses North, picks up her diploma, and strides away.
               North is left in shock. Sadly, he gazes at a desk photo.

               INSERT SHOT - THE PRESENT FAMILY PHOTO - of Robin, a sad
               young lady; of Felicia, over-made-up, over-dressed, and
               insecure; and of a domineering North. 

               Back on North, who sadly pulls out another photo underneath
               the picture frame. He stares at it with nostalgia.

               INSERT SHOT - THE OLD FAMILY PHOTO of young, simple, smiling
               Felicia, and grinning North; both hugging two happy children.
               A little innocent girl, ROBIN; and a younger boy, NORTH,JR. 

               INT. THORPE ESTATE GRAND STAIRCASE - SAME AFTERNOON 

               Robin closes the door above the grand staircase, takes off
               her cap and gown, dumps both on the settee, and strides down
               the staircase. WALTER, the butler, 60, meets her below. 

                                    WALTER
                         Master Roby just left.

               FOLLOW Robin as she runs and opens the front door.

                                    ROBIN
                               (calls)
                         Roby, wait!

               ANGLE - Rob in casuals, leaps out of his top-down Jaguar and
               opens the door, amazed at a spirited Robin, who hops in.

                                    ROBIN (CONT'D)
                         Drive Roby. We can't miss the party!

                                    ROB
                         You got it Chirpee!

               Robin stands, takes off her jacket and lets down her hair,
               which the wind blows in disarray, as Rob speeds away. They
               laugh jubilantly. Finally, she feels -- so free!

               ANOTHER ANGLE - An oncoming ROLLS ROYCE avoids a swift passing
               swarm of BUTTERFLIES and SWERVES in front of Rob's Jaguar. Rob
               maneuvers out of the way. LOUD SCREECHING OF TIRES.

               Both cars SPIN out of control and end up by the roadside.
               INCESSANT BLURRING OF CAR HORNS. 

               CHANGE ANGLE - Walter with FIVE THORPE HOUSEHOLD STAFF,
               followed by North, run to the scene. 

               FOLLOW NORTH rush to a BLOODY ROBIN and in agony, HUGS her. 

               ANOTHER ANGLE - Seeing an INJURED FELICIA, Rob helps up Robin 
               and with North, the three STAGGER to her. North, in anguish,
               ROCKS Felicia. Felicia sees a remorseful North. 

               ON NORTH SOBBING as he EMBRACES Robin and Felicia.

               EXT. COMMERCIAL MULTI-PLEX - DAY 

               LONG SHOT of a TOP-DOWN RED MBZ driving toward a commercial
               establishment.

               ON CHANDLER at the wheel with Brooke beside him. At the back
               seat, is Madigan, DOZING OFF. The breeze CARESSES their
               faces; PLAYING on the CD is YOYO MA'S CELLO SELECTION.

                                    BROOKE
                         Soft breeze plus cello serenade equals
                         dreamland. Ah...what a restful day.

                                    CHANDLER
                         Right. But wait till you're caught in
                         the frenzy of the giant "White Sale."
                         Love the linens!

               C.U. OF MADIGAN'S FACE. FLASH CUT -

               INT. MALL - (IC/PT) - SAME DAY 

               Wading through the crowd of linen shoppers, a MIDDLE-AGED
               MAN, in blue suit, TAGS ALONG a FOUR-YEAR-OLD GIRL. Madigan
               BUMPS against them. 

                                    MADIGAN
                         I'm sorry. Are you all right?

                                    MIDDLE-AGED MAN
                         Yes...yes. We're in a hurry. My
                         daughter here needs to go to the
                         little girl's room.

               The Middle-Aged Man looks uneasy and the Girl, confused.

                                    MADIGAN
                         Well, sir, you're in luck. I'm on my
                         way there, too. I'll take her there. 

               Madigan takes the Girl's hand but the Middle-Aged Man holds
               on. Madigan notices something.

               MADIGAN'S P.O.V. - the HAPPY FACE TATTOO on the back of the
               Man's right hand holding the Girl. 

               ANGLE - The Girl stands FROZEN, her eyes, pleading. 

                                    MIDDLE-AGED MAN
                         Thank you, Miss, but we're fine.

               The Middle-Aged Man hurries away with the Girl, who looks
               back at Madigan. Madigan goes after them.

                                    MADIGAN
                         Sir, you're going the wrong way. 
                         Don't worry, I'll take her in. You 
                         can wait outside. (jokingly) sorry, 
                         no men allowed in there.

               ANOTHER ANGLE - Madigan takes the Girl from the Middle-Aged
               Man and hurries to the direction of the restroom and gets
               lost among the shoppers. The Man goes after them, scanning
               the crowd. 

               EXT. MALL PARKING LOT - SAME DAY 

               Chandler and Brooke get out of their parked car. Madigan, at
               the back seat, still sound asleep. 

                                    BROOKE
                         Hey, Madigan, we 're here.

                                    MADIGAN
                               (jumps up)
                         Already?

               INT. MALL - SAME DAY 

               There is a commotion with shoppers surrounding the four-Year
               Old Girl. Her MOTHER, 20's, is CRYING as she HUGS her. A LADY
               SECURITY questions the Girl.

                                    FOUR-YEAR-OLD GIRL
                         A beautiful lady took me away from 
                         him, then she called in the phone by
                         the wall over there and said that the
                         man was wearing a blue suit and had a
                         happy face tattoo on his hand.

                                    LADY SECURITY
                         I'm glad you're all right, sweetie.
                         Thank God for her. 
                                    (To Mother) 
                         But as soon as she handed your daughter
                         to me, she kind of just disappeared. 

                                    MOTHER
                         I wish I could thank her for saving
                         my baby.

                                    LADY SECURITY
                         Maybe, she didn't want the publicity.

               Just then TWO SECURITY MEN HUSTLE through the crowd, holding
               on to the Middle-Aged Man.

                                    FOUR-YEAR-OLD GIRL
                               (screams)
                         That's him, Mommy! He said you were
                         waiting for me with my ice cream.
                               (To Man)
                         You're not my Mommy's friend.

               ON THE TRIO, CRANING behind the crowd.

                                    BROOKE
                         Lucky girl!

                                    CHANDLER
                         She must have an Angel watching
                         over her. We'd never know which
                         ones are in this crowd.

               ON MADIGAN, who tries to hold back her tears, as she smiles
               with gratitude.

               INT. CONCERT HALL IN MANHATTAN, NEW YORK - NIGHT 

               Tuxedoed and Gowned GUESTS fill the hall. The Trio is in mid
               center section; North between Felicia and Robin, in the front
               row. There is a SWEETNESS between all three. 

               APPLAUSE FOLLOWS a MUSICAL GROUP'S performance.

               Madigan, CELL PHONE in hand, whispers to Brooke, sidles to
               the aisle, walks up to the entrance door behind the audience.

               The EMCEE, 50, a dignified man takes the stage.

               Madigan REENTERS, but remains at the top of the back aisle.

                                    EMCEE
                         It is my honor to present to you, the
                         Chairman of the Int'l. Human Rights
                         Org., Mr. Bernard Bradsworth.

               APPLAUSE. Bernard, in coat and tails, ENTERS with his violin.

               ON MADIGAN, who is flabbergasted at the sight of Bernard.

                                    BERNARD
                         Good evening. As a way of thanking you, 
                         for your support to this very worthy
                         cause, the protection and preservation
                         of human rights of people all over the
                         world, I give you my music.

               MORE APPLAUSE. CHANGE ANGLE -

               Bernard looks appreciatively to the stage wing, where Grant,
               in tux, Caressa in, gown, sit. They beam with pride, as they
               acknowledge Bernard's gesture.. 

               Bernard plays passionately, with full orchestration, what he
               composed for his "deliciously heavenly" vision.

               ZOOM IN TO MADIGAN, who is entranced by Bernard's music.

               ON BROOKE and CHANDLER. They recognize the melody; look at
               each other in amazement; mesmerized by Bernard's rendition.

               ON THE AUDIENCE, completely captivated and engulfed in the
               music; Felicia and Robin, both emotionally affected.

               GRANT and CARESSA, deeply touched; their spirits transported
               back to the Paris of their youth.

               BACK TO BERNARD, playing his violin with passion.

               ANGLE ON MADIGAN, who walks down the aisle, eyes fixed at
               Bernard. She stops past her seat, but remains standing.

               The PLAYING ends. APPLAUSE and exuberant STANDING OVATION.

               ON MADIGAN, who applauds jubilantly with tears of joy.

               GUESTS ARTISTS join Bernard on stage. Sustained APPLAUSE.

               LIGHTS ON. Madigan walks towards the stage, wading against
               the flow of the exiting audience.

               ANGLE ON BERNARD kissing Grant and Caressa goodbye as Miss
               Wilson and Grant's chauffeur prepare Grant's wheelchair.

               INT. BACKSTAGE - SAME NIGHT

               WELL-WISHERS, COMMITTEE MEMBERS, and Guest Artists
               congratulate Bernard, as he joins them.

               ON MADIGAN - Unable to get to Bernard, she steps aside, takes
               out from her purse the "Pegasus" PEN and puts in an ENVELOPE.
               She requests a SECURITY GUARD nearby, to hand the envelope to
               Bernard. The guard nods and walks through the crowd.

               ANOTHER ANGLE - The Security gives the envelope to Bernard,
               who pockets it, when more guests converge around him.

               ON MADIGAN, who waves at Bernard to call his attention. Her
               smile and excitement are dampened by the scene she sees.
               Brooke and Chandler excitedly join her to share the news
               about her melody, but stumped as they follow her sight.

                                    BROOKE
                         Ssshit...! Double ssshit...!

               THEIR P.O.V. - Robin and Felicia kiss Bernard; North gives
               him a pat on the back.

               Madigan, Brooke, and Chandler are shocked at what they see.

               A PHOTOGRAPHER is blocked by the Security, but Bernard allows
               him to take pictures. Bernard excludes himself. He recoils
               from the FLASHBULBS.

               MONTAGE OF FLASH CUTS: a 7- year old Bernard, cowers from the
               flashbulbs; his Dad shielding him, his Mom posing. All in
               formal attire. 

               BERNARD, 7, in pajamas, witnesses from behind their
               bannister, the shooting of his parents coming from a gala
               affair. The TWO MASKED MEN, are in turn shot by their HOME
               SECURITY GUARDS.

               BERNARD, 7, still in pajamas, still behind the bannister, 
               is blinded by the FLASHBULBS as photos are taken of his
               dead parents in a pool of blood in their living room.

               BACK TO THE PRESENT - MORE FLASHBULBS. Bernard is still
               affected by the memory.

               Robin clings to Bernard as they leave with Felicia and North.

               C.U. Of MADIGAN, devastated and utterly defeated. 

               EXT. CONCERT HALL - SAME NIGHT

               Bernard gets in his limo and Ralph drives away. Other cars
               leave; among these, the MBZ of Chandler, Madigan, and Brooke.

               INT. BERNARD'S LIMOUSINE - SAME NIGHT          

               Bernard remembers the envelope and is excited to find his pen.

                                    BERNARD
                         Ralph, drive back to the concert hall.

               INT. CONCERT HALL - SAME NIGHT          

               Bernard talks to the Security, who seems to describe Madigan. 

               EXT. CONCERT HALL - SAME NIGHT          

               Bernard looks around. Back to his limo. Limo drives away.

               INT. BERNARD'S OFFICE - SAME NIGHT 

               Bernard, direct from his concert, scans the computer for the
               concert guest list, checking off female names. O.S. KNOCK and
               OPENING OF DOOR. Craig, in his concert tux ENTERS FRAME. 

                                    CRAIG
                         I came to pick up some files and
                         saw your lights. What's up?

                                    BERNARD
                         She must be in this concert guest list.

                                    CRAIG
                         Come on Bernard, it's a hopeless
                         search. If she's that "deliciously
                         heavenly," she must be either engaged,
                         married, or unreal. Robin is real.
                         You're marrying her. Let go.

                                    BERNARD
                         She's real. She heard me play for her.
                         She returned my pen. And per the
                         Security, she's blindingly stunning.
                         And yes, "deliciously heavenly." I have
                         to find her. When you meet your twin
                         soul, you just don't let go. You search
                         for her. To the end of the world.

               INT. FLEUR-DE-LIS APTS., MADIGAN'S BEDROOM - EARLY DAWN 

               Madigan sits up on her bed, in a panic. Brooke shakes her
               back to her senses. Chandler barges in.

                                    CHANDLER
                         What's wrong? 

                                    BROOKE
                         I heard her scream. I had to call you.

                                    MADIGAN
                               (hyperventilating;
                                inconsolably agitated)
                         Something...something horrible is going to
                         happen. We've got to save everybody -
                         people ... seniors...children..pets... 

                                    BROOKE
                         You're freaking me out. Yeah... yeah, 
                         we'll save them! But where are they? 

                                    CHANDLER
                         All right, Madigan, love, breathe.
                         Now, start from the beginning.

                                    MADIGAN
                         A building complex... evacuate the
                         building before it's too late.

                                    BROOKE
                         Which building? Is it ours?

                                    CHANDLER
                         Tell us about the building, its
                         architecture, period, location... 

                                    BROOKE
                         Stop it, Chandler. It's just a nightmare.

                                    MADIGAN
                         NO! It's real. The building...I've seen
                         it before. There's a pet shop on the
                         ground floor...it's where I got Pegasus.

                                    BROOKE
                         The "Love You Back" Pet Shop.

                                    CHANDLER
                         I know the structure. The Shangrila.

                                    MADIGAN
                         Yes...yes. We have to warn them.

                                    BROOKE
                         What? And tell them what? That
                         there'll be an alien invasion?

                                    CHANDLER
                         Why don't we all the Manager?

                                    BROOKE
                         Are you crazy, Chandler Rains? 

               INT. THE SHANGRILA - MANAGER'S BEDROOM - SAME EARLY DAWN          

               A half-awake middle-aged MALE MANAGER, angrily answers the
               phone, his WIFE, who is SNORING beside him, JUMPS UP,

                                    MANAGER (ON PHONE)
                         Are you crazy? You want everyone to
                         evacuate the building? What? Someone    
                         had a dream? Hey, it's two in the    
                         morning. We've no problem here. Get a 
                         life. Go back to sleep. Wacko!

               The Wife DROPS BACK on bed and instantly SNORES.

               INT. FLEUR-DE-LIS APTS. - MADIGAN'S BEDROOM - SAME EARLY DAWN          

                                    CHANDLER
                         He called me crazy. I tried. Sorry.

                                    BROOKE
                         Yeah, yeah, me, too. We'll sleep
                         with you. It's just a dream.
                         Tomorrow will be fine, you'll see.

               INT. THE SHANGRILA, HALLWAYS - (IC/PT) - SAME EARLY DAWN

               Madigan, in the same nightwear, runs in a panic, setting off
               one FIRE ALARM after another at hallways from floor to floor.

               INT. AIRPLANE COCKPIT - SAME EARLY DAWN

               An ELDERLY MALE PILOT suddenly clutches his chest and slump
               against the plane instrument panel.

               INT. FLEUR-DE-LIS APTS., MADIGAN'S BEDROOM - EARLY MORNING

               O.C. CROWING OF A ROASTER (alarm clock). Pegasus jumps up on
               Madigan's bed. Brooke and Chandler, who cuddle Madigan
               between them, leap up in unison.

                                    BROOKE
                         SSHIT! Now what...what?

                                    CHANDLER
                         Good morning, Pegasus darling.

               Madigan turns off the alarm clock and goes back to sleep. Brooke
               jumps down from he bed, does her defensive karate move. Chandler
               tangos with Pegasus and draws open the drapes with a flourish.

               Brooke and Chandler, with Pegasus, jump back to bed. Brooke shakes 
               Madigan up. 

                                    BROOKE
                         Time to get up, Madigan!

                                    CHANDLER
                         Rise and shine, sleeping beauty!

                                    BROOKE
                         What have you done now, jog around
                         Manhattan?

                                    CHANDLER
                         Let her sleep. She looks pretty pooped. 

               Brooke reaches for the TV REMOTE and turns on the TV on MUTE.
               Almost as one, Brooke and Chandler sit up in disbelief.

                                    CHANDLER (CONT'D)
                         Turn on the sound. Quick. Fast. Pronto!

               Brooke panics for the button. The sound BOOMS FULL VOLUME.
               Madigan jumps up. SHOCK and DISBELIEF on their faces.

               ON TV SCREEN;

               FIRE RAGES from a building complex - The Shangrila. A PLANE'S TAIL
               DANGLES from its wall; the plane's fuselage on the ground.  

               PULL BACK TO REVEAL - FIRE TRUCKS, FIREMEN, TENANTS (SENIORS,
               ADULTS, CHILDREN, still in their sleepwear), BIRDS, CATS,
               DOGS,FISH, etc., etc., rescued from the Pet Shop, crowd near
               the burning inferno. Shocked faces surround a TV REPORTER.

                                    REPORTER
                               (in disbelief )
                         What we are witnessing here is nothing 
                         short of a miracle. (to crowd) Why did 
                         you evacuate the building before the 
                         plane crash?

                                    CROWD
                         All the fire alarms went off at the 
                         same time. We thought there was a fire.

                                    REPORTER
                         You are the Manager. Tell us what
                         happened. You're a hero. Why did
                         you set off all the alarm?

                                    MANAGER
                               (basking on his
                                celebrity)
                         Well ...

               REACTION SHOT of Brooke, Chandler, and Madigan.

                                    BROOKE
                         He changed his mind. Your call did
                         it, Chandler.

               BACK TO TV SCREEN - Warning look from Manager's Wife humbled him.

                                    MANAGER
                         No, I didn't do anything. (mumbles)
                         I didn't do anything. It was a
                         miracle. 

                                    REPORTER
                         There you heard it. A MIRACLE? Did
                         something or someone trigger off
                         the alarm? We'll never know.
                         But we thank the New York Fire
                         Dept. Their quick response and
                         heroism saved everyone on the
                         ground and those from the plane. 

               On Chandler and Brooke - numbed. Madigan emotionally grateful,
               pulls the two to her. They hug, in disbelief and joy. 

               EXT. THORPE ESTATE GROUNDS - LATE AFTERNOON

               FULL SHOT - The HUGE WEDDING GAZEBO by the water edge, its
               dome and columns covered with roses and fuchsia orchids.

               PULL BACK TO REVEAL a long aisle between rows of some two
               hundred floral-decorated chairs. Elegantly-dressed GUESTS are
               seated by gentlemen USHERS in tuxedos.

               REVERSE LONG SHOT of the gazebo, to the flower-covered
               pergola, which extends from the aisle's end to the back of
               the mansion and to the reception site, rich with flowers.

               ANOTHER ANGLE - MUSICIANS PLAY Beethoven's "Moonlight Sonata"

               ANGLE to an open floral-bedecked fenced area by the reception
               site, where adorned DOG-GUESTS are left to the ATTENDANTS.

                                    MATRONLY  GUEST 1
                         CIAO, Princepessa. Mama will miss you. 

                                    YOUNG LADY GUEST 2
                         Enjoy, Leonardo. Remember, you're
                         King of the world. Ta...ta...

               Chandler is in tux; Brooke and Madigan, in long gowns; Madigan in
               Lilac. They leave a floral-adorned Pegasus with the Attendant.

                                    MADIGAN, BROOKE, CHANDLER
                         See you soon, Pegasus. Cheer up!

                                    BROOKE
                         I think congratulations are in order, 
                         to the Floral Wonders, Inc. As always,
                         our creations are fabulous. Love it! 

               - on to the wedding site. Madigan is bothered; fidgets.

                                    CHANDLER
                         I'm sure this one you'd love to hear.
                         Caressa wants to see us tomorrow.
                         Something about an exciting surprise.

               Brooke and Chandler regard Madigan with concern.

                                    BROOKE
                         Your attendance is a bad idea, huh?

                                    CHANDLER
                         Are you positive you can handler this?

                                    MADIGAN
                         We're here on business, right? 
                               (Mutters)
                         We promised to find each other.
                         When I returned his pen, he should
                         have known that I was there.

                                    BROOKE
                         Maybe the pen wasn't even his.
                         Maybe it was just all a dream.
                         Otherwise, why in the world would
                         he do this to you when he's
                         marrying Robin? He doesn't look
                         like one of those guys. Or does he?
                         I give up. Hey, just walk right up
                         to him and settle this huge mystery
                         once and for all.

                                    MADIGAN
                         No, I won't do that. Not at the
                         expense of another. He is getting
                         married to Robin. 

                                    CHANDLER
                         Precisely. Besides, we can't force a
                         thing on the Universe before its time.

                                    BROOKE
                         Oh yeah? And when is that time? After
                         the "I do's" had been exchanged?

                                    CHANDLER
                         Nothing that's meant for you could
                         others take. 

                                    BROOKE
                         Yeah...yeah. All right, then be
                         prepared to settle as his mistress.
                         Because if he's truly yours,
                         there's no stopping for the two of
                         you to be together.

                                    MADIGAN
                         I have to check the reception florals.

               Near tears, Madigan leaves Brooke and Chandler. 

                                    BROOKE
                         She's falling apart. This is a
                         total disaster. I told you she
                         shouldn't have come. And stop
                         feeding her with your...your...

                                    CHANDLER
                         With what I feel and know, exist?

                                    BROOKE
                         I wish I could just believe, like
                         you two.
                         I can't understand why she had to
                         come witness his wedding and
                         torture herself. What is she, a
                         masochist?

                                    CHANDLER
                         We were hired. She's a professional.
                         But as they say, this, too, will pass.

               MOVING SHOT of Madigan in anguish, nearing the reception.

                                    MADIGAN
                               (to self, in pain)
                         Pegasus, Bernard, I'm here. I love you. 

               EXT. AN ANCIENT TREE BY THE WATERS - SAME LATE AFTERNOON

               Bernard in tux, a solitary figure under the tree.

                                    BERNARD (ON PHONE)
                             (animatedly)
                         Hi, Robin, is everything going well?

               EXT. RECEPTION SITE, THORPE GROUNDS - SAME LATE AFTERNOON

               Madigan surveys the site with CLAUDE, 30, refined; Paul and
               Brad, all in tux; Marie and Christie, in gowns.

                                    CLAUDE & CO.
                         Well, Madigan, everything's perfect.
                         Time to relax and enjoy the moment.

                                    MADIGAN
                         Thanks. You're all great. (a beat)
                         Go ahead.

               Massenet's "MEDITATION" is PLAYED. Madigan feels hopeless. Claude
               and Co. starts for the wedding site.

               Madigan lags behind and motions them to go ahead.

               SHOT OF PEGASUS, looking thru the slat fence. He sees Madigan,
               slips out, and runs to her; an Attendant after him. 

               ANGLE ON MADIGAN, jolted from her reverie, as Pegasus jumps into
               her arms. She waves the Attendant away. Pegasus slips down and
               playfully lures her toward the direction of the adjacent
               property. Paul and Marie notice, but walk on.

               ANGLE ON the bridal procession. The Thorpe's SIX LABRADORS,
               each one sporting a floral coronet and a floral blanket over
               its back, emerge from the pergola to the aisle.

               PAN SHOT OF GUESTS with REACTIONS of "ahs" and "ohs."

               FOLLOW MADIGAN who chases Pegasus as he runs out of the side
               gate of the property to the street. As the gate closes after
               Madigan, WE HEAR LOUD SCREECHING of TIRES, a SCREAM from
               Madigan and a SHRILL YELP from Pegasus.

               EXT. FORESTED BRADSWORTH ESTATE -(IC/PT)- SAME LATE AFTERNOON

               PEGASUS emerges from the gate and barks at Madigan behind
               him. Pegasus runs to the adjacent estate; Madigan chasing.
               O.S. BRIDAL MARCH is PLAYED. She sinks to her knees. Pegasus
               comforts her. 

               ATMOSPHERIC SHOT - Pegasus leads Madigan with his STOP-GO
               antics. As if in a trance, she staggers toward a TUNNEL of
               two long rows of mature trees, their branches forming a solid
               arch; its path, a carpet of grass and flowers.

               MOVING SHOT of Madigan, who looks up and around, bewildered.    
               The rays of the sun pierce the foggy and seemingly endless   
               green tunnel. Then the clear blue sky. She stops, amazed. 

               P.O.V. OF MADIGAN - The green rolling hill with a gazebo on   
               top, dripping with abundance of purple wisteria blooms.

               REVERSE MOVING SHOT of Madigan, as she slowly walks up the
               hill and stops at the gazebo, in awe; a breeze whizzing by.

               MADIGAN'S P.O.V. - The tranquil waters beyond, seagulls
               freely flying, dazzling sun on the horizon.  

               Madigan scans the wisteria above her, and is INCREDULOUS.
               ZOOM IN to the BRAIDED VINES and a CUT TWIG where the 
               TENDRIL RING that Bernard made is caught in it.

               Madigan SMILES as she retrieves the ring and wears it.

               The SOUND of the O.S. THUNDEROUS APPLAUSE and the CHEERING
               from the Thorpe grounds, is HEARD. Madigan freezes and in
               pain, knowing that the wedding ceremony is finally over. 

               CHANGE ANGLE - Madigan looks out at the waters and scans the
               surroundings, which all seems so familiar.

               She catches sight of the top portion of a life-size hedge
               sculptured Pegasus, just below the gazebo; its head proudly
               looking far, its wings raised up in flight.

               EXT. WEDDING CEREMONY SITE - SAME LATE AFTERNOON

               ANGLE FAVORING CHANDLER and BROOKE with Paul, Christie, 
               Marie, Claude, and Brad. The guests APPLAUD and CHEER.

                                    BROOKE
                               (whispers to Chandler,
                                breathlessly)
                         We have to find Madigan, immediately.

                                    CHANDLER
                         Has anyone seen Madigan?

                                    PAUL & MARIE
                         She went after Pegasus toward that
                         adjacent estate.

               Chandler and Brooke quietly leave and hurry to the direction
               of the adjacent estate.

               EXT. GAZEBO ATOP A ROLLING HILL - SAME LATE AFTERNOON

               Pegasus leaves Madigan and instinctively runs down the hill.

                                    MADIGAN
                               (calls)
                         PEGASUS...

               Madigan cranes to look down at the Pegasus hedge sculpture.
               Someone in tux, by the Pegasus hedge, looks to the horizon.

               ON BERNARD who stiffens without turning. He feels something
               inexplicable, but dismisses it; stands and pensively runs his
               hand on the Pegasus' mane and whispers. 

                                    BERNARD
                         Someone's calling you, my friend.

                                    MADIGAN  
                               (calls again, guardedly)
                         Pegasus?

               SILENCE. Pegasus barks and sniffs Bernard. Now Bernard feels
               it strongly, as he looks at Pegasus. He turns and there,
               MADIGAN is, enchantingly beautiful and statuesque. THEME
               MUSIC.

               ANOTHER ANGLE - Bernard runs up to the gazebo, picks up, and
               twirls Madigan around; both laughing emotionally; Pegasus
               joyfully celebrating. 

                                    BERNARD
                         It's you! I'd been searching for you. 

                                    MADIGAN
                         Yes, and we found each other, Pegasus.

               Bernard FREEZES, slowly  brings down Madigan, and searches
               into her eyes. Madigan's smile fades, as she looks at
               Bernard, anxiously... uncomprehendingly.

                                    MADIGAN (CONT'D)
                         You're not...PEGASUS?

               Bernard SHAKES HIS HEAD, "NO," afraid to take his eyes off
               from gazing into Madigan's face.

                                    MADIGAN (CONT'D)
                         Are you real?

               Bernard happily NODS, "yes."

                                    MADIGAN (CONT'D)
                         Then...then you just got...
                         married.

               CUT AWAY TO 

               EXT. THE RECEPTION - SAME LATE AFTERNOON

               Under the floral cage, stands North, in white tux, and
               Felicia, in Robin's BRIDAL GOWN; both holding the string that
               trails down the cage. Felicia, now without her customary
               HEAVY MAKE-UP, is REFRESHINGLY lovely.

                                    ROBIN
                         Pull the string, Mom, Dad!

               ANGLE ON THE COUPLE. They pull the string and WHITE DOVES
               burst out. The guests applaud and incessantly beat spoons
               against glasses, urging the groom to kiss his bride. 

               ANGLE ON ROBIN, who cries with joy for her parents, and
               especially for her mother's fulfilled childhood dream.

               Robin turns to Rob, in tux, beside her, and like two free
               spirited children, high-five and burst into laughter.

               ZOOM OUT TO INCLUDE Felicia and North, blissfully happy, and
               ZOOM OUT FURTHER to the applauding guests, as both kiss.

               EXT. GAZEBO - SAME LATE AFTERNOON

                                    MADIGAN
                         You ...DID NOT...get married?

               Bernard happily SHAKES HIS HEAD, "NO." Madigan embraces him.

                                    MADIGAN (CONT'D)
                         You really did not get married?

                                    BERNARD
                         How could I? That moment at the
                         escalator never left me. It was
                         indelibly etched in the very core
                         of my being. As if a shimmering
                         cord connected us forever. (a beat)
                         I'm Bernard...Bernard Bradsworth.
                         Thank you for finding my pen and
                         for finding me. 

                                    MADIGAN
                         I knew it belonged to you. Oh, I'm
                         Madigan...Bloom.

                                    BERNARD
                         Your eyes are so beautiful, Madigan
                         (a beat) By the way, I still have
                         your contact lenses.

                                    MADIGAN
                         But...I've never worn contacts.

               Wondering smile from Bernard -- the Universe conspires, indeed.

                                    BERNARD
                         I love you, Madigan. You had been
                         in every minute and in every second
                         of my waking and sleeping hours.
                         Something indescribable... almost
                         ethereal happened that first
                         instant I looked into your eyes. 

                                    MADIGAN
                         Yes. Music...heavenly music. And
                         then those magical moments and
                         wonders we were so privileged to
                         experience...to share...to feel.

               Madigan reaches for the braided wisteria vines.

                                    MADIGAN (CONT'D)
                         Remember this?

                                    BERNARD
                               (thinks, smiles, SHAKES
                                his head, "NO")
                         ...but there are a million and one
                         wonders I feel and I know about
                         you.

               Bernard brings out from his breast pocket a ring -

                                    BERNARD (CONT'D)
                         I've waited for you for eons and
                         eons of years.

               INSERT SHOT of the SWEETHEART RING between Bernard's fingers.

               C.U. OF MADIGAN, who is ecstatic, as she gazes at the ring,
               that has since, touched her, so deeply. 

               WIDER SHOT - Bernard puts the ring in Madigan's left ring
               finger, next to the TENDRIL RING, which he admires.

                                    BERNARD (CONT'D)
                         This is ingenious. You made this?

               Madigan does not answer, but snaps a tendril, fashions it
               into a ring, and puts it in Bernard's left ring finger.

                                    MADIGAN
                         Yes...this one.

                                    BERNARD
                         I love it. Do you know that in my
                         dreams, I search for you? And just
                         the vision of you, lifts my spirit
                         and comforts my heart.

                                    MADIGAN
                         Isn't this just magical? I feel you
                         and see you and I sense you
                         everywhere...everyday...every
                         moment...

                                    BERNARD
                         I have always believed that "when
                         we find our twin souls..."

                                    MADIGAN
                         "...we will know. For once found, 
                         there'll be no more restlessness..."

                                    BERNARD
                         "...and no more far away look. For
                         once found, we never, ever let go." 
                               (Kneels before Madigan)
                         I've waited for this moment all my life. 

               LOW ANGLE - Brooke and Chandler just arrive below the rolling
               hill, look up and find Bernard kneeling before Madigan.
               Bernard stands and kisses Madigan, ever so tenderly.

               ANOTHER ANGLE - 

                                    BROOKE
                         SSSHHIII....

               She stops as she sees Chandler's eyebrow-raising reaction.

                                    BROOKE (CONT'D)
                         ...SSSHHHOOOT...TING STARS...!

                                    CHANDLER
                               (looks down at Brooke
                                happily victorious)
                         TOUCHE'...!

               Brooke looks up at Chandler, like a meek child. He puts his
               arm around her shoulders brushing the back of his palm
               against her cheek; both tearfully smiling. They walk away.

               CHANGE ANGLE - Bernard's VIOLIN COMPOSITION SNEAKS in --

               Bernard lifts Madigan exultantly and swings her around PURPLE
               BUTTERFLY flies INTO FRAME and hovers above them. And the
               MOST COLORFUL BUTTERFLY of all, SWOOPS in and FLAPS its
               gossamer wings. From everywhere, MYRIADS butterflies JOIN IN
               and FLUTTER in celebration.

               The MUSIC builds up to a CRESCENDO -- with the SWIRLING SHOT
               of Madigan and Bernard laughing with exuberance as they
               continue to hug and twirl around.

               PEGASUS BARKS and relentlessly tries to get their attention.
               He TUGS at Bernard's leg and pulls him down the hill, barking
               even more vehemently.

               BERNARD looks back helplessly at Madigan for assistance. 

                                    MADIGAN
                         Go. I'll be waiting.

               As if on cue, PEGASUS RUNS AWAY as fast as he can, Bernard
               running after him.

               FOLLOW PEGASUS and Bernard through the green tunnel to the
               property side gate and out to the street, through the crowd
               of limo drivers and some guests from the Thorpe estate. 

               HIGH ANGLE - a GLARE of LIGHTS hits the scene.

               ANOTHER ANGLE - Madigan, crumpled in a prone position, lies
               unconscious on the street. Bernard cuddles Madigan, in her
               bloody gown. 

                                    BERNARD
                         NO...no...you can't leave me. I
                         just found you. No...no...please
                         God...NOOOO!

               ON CRAIG among the crowd, in utter disbelief.

               Brooke and Chandler arrive - in shock as they kneel down beside
               Madigan and uncomprehendingly look at Bernard then stand back.

               O.S SCREAMING of AMBULANCE SIREN.

                                    BERNARD (CONT'D)
                               (tearing and in anguish)
                         Please, wake up...live...please, live...

                                    MADIGAN
                               (opens her eyes and
                                whispers)
                         Bernard. Thank you for finding me.
                         I'm Madigan...Bloom.

                                    BERNARD
                         I know, Madigan. (a beat) Thank you God.
                         I'm here now. I'll never leave you. You
                         have me for life, forever, for eternity.

               Bernard kisses Madigan's blood-stained left hand.

               E.C.U. Of Madigan's left hand with the "sweetheart" and tendril
               rings and of Bernard's finger, also with the tendril ring.

               REACTION SHOTS of disbelief from Mr. Gerald, Craig, Brooke,
               and Chandler, who are among the crowd.

                                    MADIGAN
                               (in a panic)
                         Pegasus? Where's Pegasus? Pegasus? 

               Madigan retrieves a limp and bloody Pegasus from beneath her gown.

               The horrified crowd GASP IN UNISON. 

               Madigan cradles Pegasus and desperately BLOWS AIR into his
               mouth. 

               SUPER OVER THE SCENE-

               The CHILD MADIGAN desperately blowing air into the baby
               bird's beak.

               BACK TO PREVIOUS SCENE-

               Bernard hugs Madigan and looks up in fervent prayer. 

               The CROWD intensely PRAY in silence. STREAMS of LIGHT
               emanate from the crowd and SHOOT toward Pegasus. 

               The Purple Butterfly SWOOPS DOWN and BATHES the scene with 
               brilliant light.

               SUDDENLY - a WHIMPER from Pegasus delightedly astounds
               Madigan and Bernard.

               SUPER OVER THE SCENE -

               The lifeless baby Bird, in the CHILD MADIGAN's hands, turns
               pink and like an ethereal beam of light flies up to the
               Heavens. 

               The crowd stand in awe and BURST into jubilant cheering and
               applause.

               From the Heavens, a CANOPY OF BUTTERFLIES joyfully descends.

               VIOLIN COMPOSITION FADES OUT and THEME VOCAL MUSIC STARTS.

               SUPER CLOSING TITLES and CREDITS on the following FROZEN
               SCENES at the END of EVERY SCENE:

               EXT. GATE, "THE POWER OF LOVE" CENTER - DAY 

               The place is restored. Bernard, in white tux, helps down the
               giggling Madigan, in an elegant Pierre Du Bon wedding gown,
               from the floral-decorated open carriage driven by a pair of
               white horses. Pierre fusses around Madigan and his creation.

               The exultant APPLAUSE and CHEERS from the CENTER POPULATION,
               all dressed for the festivity, welcome them.

               EXT. "THE POWER OF LOVE" TWO-STORY RESIDENCE - SAME DAY 

               LONG SHOT of the renovated building. CHEERINGS, as rice and
               petals shower upon the bride and groom.

               At the door, with the motto - "LOVE CONQUERS ALL" - Caressa,
               and Grant lead the reception with Chandler, Brooke with
               Pegasus, Robin, Rob, Felicia, and North. 

               EXT. CENTER GROUNDS - SAME DAY 

               HIGH ANGLE MOVING SHOT - OVERVIEW of the festivity at the
               newly-developed grounds. SHOW a GAZEBO and a PEGASUS-SHAPED
               HEDGE.

               ANOTHER ANGLE - PAN AROUND TO REVEAL the RAPPING led by Duke
               and his Alley Homeless; Clay and Leon and their Groups.

               The LONG LINE around the sumptuously-filled, long buffet
               table supervised by Bob, Fred, Tess, Anton, and Ray.

               AT THE GAZEBO, are Grant and Caressa, slow-dancing.

               The FLORAL-DECORATED BASKETBALL COURT - As Madigan and Bernard
               dance, family, friends,Floral Wonders Staff, Seniors, Youths,
               and Volunteers, CHEER; Pegasus twirling at the center, barks
               at the couple; Pierre dances and hovers around his creation. 

               AUNTIE ANGELA, joyfully hugs Madigan. A YOUNG MAN with her.

               THEODORE and CERISE, 30's congratulate Madigan and Bernard.

               THE THREE CLASSMATES, Craig, Mr. Gerard, and Bernard, high
               five and hug one another. Together, they kiss Madigan.

               HIGH ANGLE - THE FLOWER GARDEN - Every one cheer and wave at
               Madigan and Bernard, who scamper away; Pegasus chasing. A
               BEVY OF BUTTERFLIES FLUTTER all over, and --

               As WE ZOOM IN on the JOYFUL FACES of Madigan and Bernard, the
               butterflies CONVERGE into formation that READS:

                                    "WE'VE ONLY JUST BEGUN!"

               END OF CREDITS.

               ZOOM OUT through the Center Gate with its NAME and MOTTO:

                                    THE POWER OF LOVE
                                   "Love Conquers All!"    

               CONTINUE ZOOMING OUT through the TOWERING TWIN LIGHTS that
               once were the TWIN TOWERS.

               THEME VOCAL MUSIC UP AND OUT.  

                                                               FADE OUT.

               

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