The Avengers Page #10
- PG-13
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- 1998
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Coughing. Then Emma, sputtering straw as Steed's face appears. He tries to conceal
his relief at seeing her.
STEED:
What, Lady Disdain? Are you yet
breathing?
EMMA:
Barely.
STEED:
You will let me know if you find
that queen who's in need of
protection, won't you?
He pulls her out. She's annoyed.
143 OUTSIDE HAYSTACK
Emma brushes herself off; pulls off a piece of straw.
EMMA:
(holding it ruefully)
This must be the last straw.
STEED:
(takes one off
her back)
Here's the one that broke the
camel's back.
EMMA:
Someone didn't want us to get to
the party.
STEED:
I expect we'll have to gatecrash.
OLD LADY:
I may be able to help you.
144 EXT. STATELY HOME FROM POSTCARD - DAY
comes to life. Steed, Emma and the Old Lady survey ...
STEED:
(checks postcard)
Wonderland Weather Ltd.
OLD LADY:
This way ...
145 EXT. HALLUCINOGEN HALL - GROTTO AND MAZE - DAY
On a lawn, a peacock flares its thousand eye tail. A MECHANICAL CLICK, its eyes
conceal hidden cameras, recording Emma, Steed and the Old Lady, who've landed
inside the walled grounds. They move stealthily forward, unaware ...
OLD LADY:
Over here ...
The Old Lady waves them on. They enter a tunnel into
146 MAZE
Tall hedges surround Steed and Emma and the Old Lady on all sides. They follow the
path, slopes , round, curves, turns into hairpin bends and U-turns. At first intrigued ...
Then perplexed. Emma leads the way, Steed following. The Old Lady slips OUT OF
VIEW. Steed stops to pick a rose, puts it in his lapel. Emma rushes ahead.
EMMA:
Aha ... Yes ... It's clear now. A
trapezoid shape, dictated by twin
diagonal paths and a single
curving path. A late Seventeenth
Century design, originally for
King William of Orange, copied...
Ah ...
Steed sees Emma slip 'round a corner. He pursues her. Glimpses her. Then loses her.
Another glimpse. Sees her thru hedges, then seemingly --
Thru the other side of the hedge. In two places at once.
STEED:
... Mrs. Peel? I think I'm seeing
double again.
Out of sight, Emma rushes on. Around her, the hedges grow taller. She seems to
grow smaller. Emma begins to realize things are not what they seem. As she pushes
her way thru --
147 FROM ABOVE
the maze as a formal patter-n. Three tiny figures dart round.
DISSOLVE THRU TO:
148 INT. HALLUCINOGEN HALL - CONTROL ROOM - DAY
A pattern on a screen. The lines of the maze reformulated as abstract lines. Steed,
Emma and the Old Lady as three flashing dots. Someone, somewhere is watching
them. Laughter, then a familiar voice --
VOICE (O.S.)
Now this is more like it ...
149 EXT. MAZE - DAY
Steed searches for an exit.
Emma sees a statue of a Butler. Which springs to life. Summons Emma. She follows
down a path strewn with leaves.
As Emma steps on the leaves, she --
Falls down -- a giant rabbit hole.
151 INT. RABBIT HOLE
Emma spins through darkness, like Alice in Wonderland ...
EMMA:
Steed ... !
STEED (V.O.)
Mrs. Peel ... ?
152 EXT. MAZE - DAY
The identical face of Emma on a marble statue, as --
Steed studies the classical statue ...
STEED:
Mrs. Peel ... ?
Steed hears a noise, turns to see --
Emma walking towards him. She picks the rose from his lapel, slowly coils an arm
around his neck. Pulls Steed towards her, closes her eyes -- kisses him full an the
mouth.
STEED:
Mrs. Peel ... !
(more kiss)
Mrs. Peel ...
The kiss ends. Steed recovers his composure, lips coated with her lipstick. His tongue
traces his lips; smarts ...
STEED:
Your lipstick ...
Poison. He goes dizzy. Steed collapses to the ground.
153 INT. HALLUCINOGEN HALL - DAY
Inside the house, a grand hall. Deserted. A cobweb hangs from ceiling. A velvet
curtain tattered and torn.
Emma.
A CUCKOO CLOCK RINGS the hour. Ahead, the real Emma sees --
A giant staircase. There on the stairs -- a glass eye.
She picks it up. Puts it in a pocket. Emma goes --
154 UPSTAIRS
Sees a series of family portraits an the staircase. One of herself in ornate aristocratic
regalia.
155 LONG CORRIDOR UPSTAIRS
Rooms on either side. Emma goes down the hall, pushes doors.
156 INSIDE ROOMS
A mad child's collections of ... toys... rocking horses ... train sets ... ventriloquists'
dummies... and ...
Butterflies ... scarabs ... beetles ... glass eyes, staring at her from the blackness ...
Then Emma turns into a whole room of ...
Snow shakers ... A wall of them in glass cabinets like insect specimens or fossils.
Emma picks up one snow scene.
She shakes it.
157 EXT. HOUSE
as if in response, a storm gathers. Shadowy clouds roll in.
158 IN MAZE
A drop of rain starts to fall. Steed's eyes flicker open.
STEED:
(re:
rain)Not again.
He rises, looks down, reacts --
Alice, the Old Lady, lies near him in the maze, her neck snapped... Steed kneels, next to
her in the rain
OLD LADY:
It's a trap. Tell Mother, beware.
Tell Father.
She dies in his arms.
Wind picks up, too.
Steed looks about, frowning with discouragement --
159 INT. HALLUCINOGEN HALL PLAYROOM - DAY
THUNDER and lightning outside. Inside the room of snow shakers, a CHILDHOOD
TUNE PLAYS. Emma shakes the snow scene. The weather seems to grow darker.
160 FROM BEHIND
Emma hears the unmistakable chilling voice:
VOICE (V.O.)
I wouldn't shake that too hard.
The weather might turn nasty.
From the shadows ... a man. A silhouette. Behind a distorting lens. His shape and
face unclear. Emma puts down the shaker.
EMMA:
Quite a collection.
VOICE (V.O.)
If nature gives a man a collector's mind,
it doesn't matter what he collects.
Butterflies. Old China. Penny farthings.
A true collector grows more obsessive
as the years pass.
Outside the big window the weather is turning nasty ...
EMMA:
Your voice -- it's so familiar ...
VOICE (V.O.)
We have met ...
From the shadows, a man moves out, revealing:
Peter Peel, Emma's husband! THUNDER.
EMMA:
Peter ... ?
Instinctively Emma moves towards him. A long pause.
EMMA:
I must be dreaming ...
Emma pulls back. Before she can turn, Peter takes her hand, places it over his heart.
BA-BOOM, BA-BOOM, BA-BOOM ...
PETER:
Listen... Very much alive.
Peter touches her hand. Emma looks into his eyes. Intrigued but alarmed, disbelief.
Peter raises her hand to his lips.
PETER:
Darling, it's me...
Emma shudders, battles with herself.
EMMA:
Peter ...
Emma is tempted, yet filled with terror.
161 CLOSEUP - EMMA'S EYES
Inside her pupil --
FLASH CUTS TO:
162 MEMORY FLASHES
His face as he kissed her -- his ring on her finger -the visor cracking -- the glass
obscuring his face.
163 BACK TO SCENE
EMMA:
Impossible ... how?
Peter smiles disarmingly. As if the answer was obvious.
PETER:
For you ... all for you ...
Peter comes over, folds her in his arms. Takes her head between his hands. Emma
leans over to him, about to kiss him, both closing their eyes, until --
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