EXT. OUTSIDE PETER’S LOG CABIN - DAY

Peter is sitting in a sun chair and making drawing on some scraps of paper.

Ann comes walking up the path.

ANN

HEY HO!

Peter gets up and goes over to her.

PETER

Ann! You came!

ANN

Well when you send a telegram saying DONT SELL YOUR DREAMS STOP COME BUILD A LIVING PALACE WITH ME STOP what choice do I have?

PETER

That’s my girl.

EXT. QUARRY, BUILDING SITE - DAY

Dominique is lingering near Howard while he’s working away.

Howard looks up at her and smiles.

DOMINIQUE

Why do you always stare at me?

HOWARD

For the same reason you’ve been staring at me.

DOMINIQUE

I don’t know what you’re talking about.

HOWARD

If you didn’t Miss Francon, you’d be more astonished and much less angry.

DOMINIQUE

So you know my name.

HOWARD

You’ve been advertising it loudly enough.

DOMINIQUE

You’d better not be insolent. I can have you fired at a moment’s notice.

HOWARD

Shall I call the superintendent?

DOMINIQUE

No, of course not. But since you know who I am, you’d better stop looking at me when I come here. It might be misunderstood.

HOWARD

I don’t think so.

EXT. AREA IN THE WOODS WITH CAVES AND A STREAM - DAY

Peter has given Ann the notebook with the drawings he made as a child, and is explaining his idea to her.

PETER

This. This is what made me want to build. I wanted to make somewhere that looked like this, somewhere that is as beautiful as it is peaceful and natural. Somewhere that felt like a hideout from the world but that had every modern convenience and then some.

Ann looks charmed by what he’s saying but not seriously considering it.

He unfolds a drawing he’s been holding and lays it out before Ann.

PETER

This is the sort of thing I had in mind.

Ann looks at it and is blown away.

ANN

Oh ... oh ... I want to build this!

PETER

I knew you would.

ANN

Of course this terrain is completely unsuitable.

PETER

Of course.

ANN

We’d need to be very careful about the materials we use.

PETER

Definitely. It could go terribly wrong. It’s never been done before.

ANN

And some changes are needed - the interior would need much more light.

PETER

We can have panels of light in the ceiling.

ANN

I have this idea of positioning panes in such way that they give those on the interior light and views but those on the outside would have no view in.

PETER

Even better!

ANN

Of course we’d still need the ceiling panels for nighttime. Could be like a chessboard or some new board game...

Peter starts laughing. He can see that Ann’s head is already popping with ideas for it.

ANN

Oh Peter, I really want to build this.

PETER

Let’s.

ANN

But how? ... Can you afford this?

PETER

Well... no. Not yet. But a friend of mine, Ellsworth Toohey, he’s the architectural columnist at The Banner, he’s says I’m a shoe-in for the Manhattan Security Bank commission. That should pay handsomely and give me access to creditors happy to bankroll my dreams.

ANN

I’ve read some of his columns. I’m not sure I trust a man whose flattery often sounds kinda insulting.

INT. DOMINIQUE’S BEDROOM, FAMILY HOME - EVENING

Dominique is sitting down but gets up and inspects a small crack in the fireplace. She has the look of someone involved in some intrigue and she is very restless.

There is a KNOCK at the door.

DOMINIQUE

Come in.

Howard enters.

HOWARD

Good evening, Miss Francon. You sent for me?

DOMINIQUE

Yes. Would you like to make some extra money?

HOWARD

Certainly, Miss Francon.

DOMINIQUE

That marble piece is broken and has to be replaced. I want you to take it out.

HOWARD

Yes, Miss Francon.

He kneels down at the fireplace and looks at the small blemish. He strikes the stone with a chisel causing it to become completely cracked.

HOWARD

Now it’s broken and has to be replaced.

DOMINIQUE

Would you know what kind of marble this is and where to order a piece?

HOWARD

Yes, Miss Francon.

DOMINIQUE

Go ahead, then. Take it out.

HOWARD

Yes, Miss Francon.

Dominique starts giggling.

DOMINIQUE

Oh, I’m sorry. You might have thought that I was laughing at you, but I wasn’t, of course. I didn’t want to disturb you. I’m sure you’re anxious to finish and get out of here. I mean, because you must be tired. There must be things you’d like to talk about.

HOWARD

Oh, well, yes, Miss Francon.

DOMINIQUE

Well?

HOWARD

I think this is an atrocious fireplace.

DOMINIQUE

Really? This house was designed by my father. There’s no point in your discussing architecture. None at all. Shall we choose some other subject?

HOWARD

Yes, Miss Francon. Generally, there are three kinds of marble: The white, the onyx and the green. This last must not be considered a true marble. True marble is the metamorphic form of limestone produced by heat and pressure. Pressure is a powerful factor. It leads to consequences which, once started, cannot be controlled. What consequences? The infiltration of foreign elements from the surrounding soil. They form the colored streaks found in most marbles. This is pure white marble. You should be very careful, Miss Francon. To accept nothing but a stone of the same quality. This is Alabama marble, very high grade, very hard to find. What shall I do with the stone?

DOMINIQUE

Leave it here. I’ll have it removed.

HOWARD

All right. I’ll order a new piece cut to measure and have it delivered to you. Do you wish me to set it?

DOMINIQUE

Yes, certainly. I’ll let you know when it comes. How much do I owe you?

She hands him some money before he can answer.

DOMINIQUE

Keep the change.

HOWARD

Thank you, Miss Francon.

DOMINIQUE

Good night.

HOWARD

Good night, Miss Francon.

EXT. OUTSIDE PETER’S LOG CABIN - DAY

Peter is picking up post from the letter box.

Ann is sitting on a blanket, sketching out some ideas roughly.

Peter starts reading a telegram.

PETER

Time to return to Manhattan. - Oh no...

ANN

Peter?

Peter is suddenly looking very worried.

Ann gets up and goes over to him.

ANN

What’s the matter?

PETER

Bertie Wooster has landed the commission for the Security Bank of Manhattan.

ANN

Oh Peter. Is that all? There’ll be other jobs.

PETER

No. No, you don’t understand. He landed the job posing as Peter Keating ... I’m ruined. - I told the dolt to only meet the dom[]

ANN

The what?

PETER

Never mind.

ANN

I don’t understand...

PETER

No one will.

INT. PETER’S APARTMENT, ENTRANCE - DAY

Peter opens up the door and storms in.

Jeeves appears.

JEEVES

Good afternoon Mr. Keating.

PETER

Jeeves.

Peter is on the warpath and heads for the sitting room.

INT. PETER’S APARTMENT, SITTING ROOM - DAY

Bertie is sitting down having a high ball.

Peter storms in.

BERTIE

Perfect timing old sport. Care for a high ball?

PETER

WOOSTER!

BERTIE

KEATING!

Bertie starts laughing but stops as Peter advances menacingly.

BERTIE

I say, is anything the matter?

PETER

You were only supposed to meet with Dominique Francon and no one else! You dolt. You’ve ruined me!

Jeeves appears behind him.

JEEVES

With respect sir, Mr. Wooster had no choice in the matter. Miss Francon invited him to dinner at Mr Gail Wynand’s apartment and he was unable to refuse.

BERTIE

She’s terrifying.

Peter plonks down on a chair, deflated.

PETER

That she is.

Jeeves goes over to the drinks cabinet and starts fixing a drink for Peter.

PETER

I’m ruined.

JEEVES

Perhaps not, sir.

BERTIE

Jee[]

PETER

Can it Wooster!

Peter sighs deeply.

PETER

Sorry Jeeves, you were saying.

Jeeves hands a drink to Peter.

JEEVES

Well sir, who is to say that your cousin hasn’t been pretending to be you along, starting at the masquerade ball?

PETER

Well, ... no one who would be any trouble ... It might work at that.

BERTIE

Why am I always painted as the villain of the piece or mad man? Why can’t I be the hero[]

PETER

Oh do shut up Bertie.