Great-Enchantress: Lol, yeah, I enjoy reusing characters and such…I wasn't sure whether you liked Max or OJ better, since you said you liked them both—but I guessed it was Max. :) Oh and it's odd because I actually don't mind READING romance, I just hate WRITING it, lol! This scene is pretty short cause I was gone all day, but anyway…here it is. :)


Open – EXT – Dover Cliffs – Day

Effie's eyes widen as a boat is lowered into the water beside the mysterious ship—now anchored in the still waters. Night fog is closing in around them, making the sailors dark shadows that slips down the ropes into the dingy and seize the oars.

Dipping them into the water and leaning back, they propel the boat toward land. The bow breaks the ripples, and Effie strains to see in the darkness.

One man is at the head of the boat, and he springs off first as they touch land.

Effie's horse nudges her elbow and snorts softly.

Effie

Shhh…we're going to be in trouble as it is for getting back so late.

Cut to the leader of the party and we recognize the Captain of previous scenes.

Captain

(softly)

We're not alone here.

Crewmember

What do ya mean Cap'n?

Captain

(turns)

We're being watched.

Cut to Effie who has left her position on the cliff-top and advanced down a stony path for a better view.

She scrambles behind a large boulder as the Captain looks directly her way.

Cut—the Captain frowns, and motions to his crewmembers.

Captain

Stay here.

He heads up the path—toward Effie's hiding place.

Cut—EXT—London—Night.

Samantha and Max are out walking.

Max

Are you having a good evening?

Samantha

Oh yes—it's been wonderful

Max

Allow me to compliment you—you look quite lovely this evening.

Samantha

Thank-you

Max

I've got an idea.

Samantha

What?

Max

Would you like to take a drive into the countryside? See the white cliffs of Dover by starlight?

Samantha

(smiles)

That sounds like a marvelous idea.

Cut – Duane and Maryls are still dancing, but Maryls keeps casting notable glances toward Nolan.

Duane

(in an effort to keep her attention)

What is the name of your horse?

Maryls

I'm sorry?

Duane

Your horse I saw you riding…that day?

Maryls

(sighs)

I may as well tell you now—I don't have a horse.

Duane

(looks confused)

Then whose…?

Maryls

I borrow my mother's horse when I do ride every now and then.

(looks at Duane closely)

He's a gray named Dover.

Duane

(stops dancing as the music dies down)

The horse I saw was a chestnut.

Maryls

I know.

Duane

W—

Maryls

(in obvious disgust)

Only Sandra would do something as stupid as race a train.

Duane

But—

Maryls

The truth is, Mr. Cavanaugh, that the person you saw was not me. That was my sister.

Cut—the evening subway comes to a screeching halt at the station. Several passengers disembark—among them a young woman with dark hair and glasses.

Cut—to show Samantha and Max getting out of Max's car. The wind is blowing off the sea as they walk to the edge of the crag. Fog is forming over the channel….Samantha suddenly gasps and presses her hand to her mouth.

At Max's enquiring look, she points.

The strange dark ship can be seen through the mist.

End Scene