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1.)
(Tristan poses most sexfully in his undies, lying on the unmade bed. Jack is putting on a purple and black striped sweater and looking excited.)
TRISTAN : Do you have to go out tonight?
JACK : Oh? Have any bright ideas?
2.)
(Jack gets back onto the bed in the sweater and his underwear, facing Tristan.)
TRISTAN : Hmm maybe Darren is the smart guy. We could just be lazy.
3.)
(Tristan and Jack's faces seem awfully close together...)
VITUS : Maybe we just stay in bed!
JACK : Lazy? Bed? Some of my favorite words!
4.)
(Jack looks miserably as he is cock-blocked by a call from Vitus.)
VITUS (CALL): JACK
JACK : Noooo.
5.)
(The wind rushes through the trees.)
6.)
(Jack approaches Vitus from his car, pulled to the side of the road in a forresty area. Vitus wears a long brown trenchcoat.)
JACK: This better be good.
7.)
(Jack looks worried.)
JACK: ...What does that face mean?
8.)
(Vitus has a numb expression.)
VITUS: We have to leave. Theodore has made his move. Angela is next.
9.)
(Vitus folds his hands sadly as he speaks to Jack. )
VITUS: She wants to leave... Tonight.
JACK: Leave?
VITUS: She still has connections in Kastan, there's an old estate...
10.)
(Vitus looks away as he speaks. )
JACK: Kastan!? For how long?
VITUS: I don't know... Perhaps a few years. Until this whole mess blows over.
11.)
(Jack looks unhappy and twists his hands in his sweater sleeves.)
JACK: So I wouldn't see you for a few years? No! That sucks!
12.)
(Vitus is shocked.)
VITUS: You... aren't coming with us...?
13.)
(Jack can't think of what to say.)
JACK: ...I'm so sorry. I can't. I... just can't.
14.)
(An uncomfortable parting.)
VITUS: Oh...
15.)
(Theodore zips around on wind currents, folding his arms and reclining on an errant breeze high over the city. )
THEODORE (THINKS): How funny that the wind blows without my help sometimes. God is truly on my side!
16.)
(Gaston-Louis rolls up, Katana strapped to his back.)
THEODORE: What's all this?
GASTON-LOUIS: Life ees so unfair.
16.)
(Gaston-Louis speaks, with inexplicable sunglasses and sharp teeth as ever.)
GASTON-LOUIS: How is it that you should be in this position and not me? Teach me thees power.
17.)
(Theodore smirks.)
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