Act III
Scene I
This scene takes place in Wesley and Armana's bedroom. The room is cold, loveless. The walls are hunter
green, and the room has lots of antiques. No paintings, or flowers unlike the rest of the house.
Wesley and Armana are arguing.
Armana: Wesley, she is going to have a baby! We are going to have a grandchild. Don't you even care?
Armana is referring to the news that Cordelia is having a baby.
Wesley: Of course I care. But the de Salle familly shut her out a long time ago, and that wasn't just me. She
turned her back on the family.
Armana: I know, I know. I've heard it all a thousand times before. It's not fair, she's our daughter, Wesley.
Wesley: Dammit, Armana, quit your nagging! Cordelia was never a de Salle, and you know it.
Armana: What is that supposed to mean?
Wesley: She never had the makings of a true de Salle. She was the rebel, the outcast, an embarrassment to
the whole family.
Armana: I can't believe you're saying this about your own daughter!
Wesley: She was always causing scandals, bad publicity for the family. She never knew what was best. Our
dear Shiri and Marina, now they are true de Salle's. And of course Aidan.
Armana: And what about Coralie?
Wesley: She's on the wrong track, just like Cordelia.
Armana: Oh, you bastard. Protecting the family name is more important to you than your own children.
Well, guess what? I'm defying you. I'm going to see Cordelia and David!
Wesley: Oh, right, and what makes you so sure that she's going to be so willing to see you?
Armana: I can try, can't I?
Wesley: You're nuts, woman. She's shut us out, just like we did her.
Wesley storms out.
Pan in on Armana with an angry expression.
Scene II
Music: A Woman's Worth by Alicia Keys
The scene takes place at Cordelia and David's home. They're sitting on the sofa watching television.
Cordelia is very pregnant.
There's a knock at the door.
Cordelia and David look at each other.
Cordelia: Hmm, I wonder who it could be.
David: I wasn't expecting anyone.
David gets up and answers the door to find a fluster Armana.
David: Hello, Armana.
Armana: Hello, David, how are you?
David: Cut the crap, what are you doing here?
Armana: Can't a mother go see her daughter?
Cordelia from other room: David, honey, who is it?
David: Look, Armana, you turned your back on Cordy a long time ago, don't expect to come back and pick
up where you left off.
David shuts the door, but Armana stops him midway.
Armana: David, please.
Cordelia enters the room, but doesn't see her mother yet.
Cordelia: David, who is it, open the door.
David opens the door.
Cordelia: Mother. What are you doing here?
Armana: I just wanted to come see you.
Cordelia: You haven't came to see me in two years, and all of a sudden you show up on the doorstep,
expecting things to be fine and dandy. Well, here's a news flash. They're not!
Armana: Cordelia—
Cordelia: Don't Cordelia me, mother. You and father and the rest of the family threw me out years ago
without a second guess. No, mother, it's too late for apologies now. I know why you came back, because of
the baby. Don't expect you're going to play a part in it's life.
Armana: I was expecting this. But for you to not even let me see my grandchild when it's born is just cruel.
Cordelia: And what you did to me wasn't?
Armana: You know what happened wasn't up to me, and you know if it were, we'd still be in each other's
lives.
Cordelia: But you didn't do anything to stop it! And you could have at least sent a Christmas card or
something! I know father is the one that despised me, but you mother, you were even worse. He despised
me and turned his back on me, but you loved me and did the same. Goodbye, mother.
Cordelia slams the door on her face. She falls into David's arms, tearful.
Outside, Armana leans against the door and cries.
Scene III
Music: Faith Hill- Breathe
Shiri and Ian are sitting on Ian's porch swing during the late evening. The sun has just gone down. Ian has
his arm wrapped around Shiri.
Shiri: I need to get home, Ian.
Ian: Just stay, five more minutes.
Shiri: That's what you said ten minutes ago!
Ian: Well excuse me for wanting to spend as much time with my girlfriend as possible.
Shiri: Well, I think that can be excused, because I want to spend as much time with my boyfriend as
possible.
Ian: Yep.
Shiri: So, what am I doing here?
Ian: Haha, very funny.
Shiri: I thought so.
Shiri pinches Ian's cheek, then kisses the same place.
Ian: You smell nice.
Shiri: Somebody has to.
Ian: What is that you're wearing?
Shiri: Mmm, Fresh Sugar.
Ian: Uh, fresh sugar as opposed to stale sugar?
Shiri: No, silly, Fresh is the brand, Sugar is the perfume.
Ian: Oh, I get it. I think.
Shiri: Forget it.
Ian: Well, whatever it is, it's nice. It makes me want to eat you—
Portia: Uh oh!
Portia exclaims loudly, walking out the front door.
Shiri: Uh yeah, I think you took that comment out of context, there, Porsh.
Portia: Oh, okay (sarcastically).
Ian: Go away.
Portia: You're such a grouch, big brother. Well no need to worry about me, I'm going next door.
Portia exits.
Ian: Well, now that we're alone…
Ian moves in for a kiss. Shiri pushes him away.
Shiri: Hold it, cowboy, your parents are right inside.
Ian: So?
Shiri: Soo, I don't want them seeing us, especially your mom. I don't want her leaking this top secret
information to my mother.
(Remember, Ian's mother is a maid at the de Salle home).
Ian: Well, she already knows we're together.
Shiri: Iiiian, what if she tells my mother?
Ian: Why would she do that?
Shiri: Why wouldn't she?
Ian: I asked first.
Shiri: No, I did.
Ian: Well, okay, she's not going to tell, trust me on this one.
Shiri: Okay.
Ian: Not that it'd be such a bad thing to tell.
Shiri: Uh, well if getting fired from your job, and me potentially being disowned doesn't count as "a bad
thing" then I don't know what is.
Ian: Plural.
Shiri: Huh?
Ian: Nevermind. First of all, I'm not worried about being fired, I'm the best stagehand they have. Half of
the horses won't go near anyone but me. And secondly, you're not going to be disowned.
Shiri: Cordy did.
Ian: Shir, she got married for Godsakes.
Shiri: Well, what if I want to marry you?
Ian: Be serious.
Shiri: I am.
Ian: Okay, we've been together for what, a day and a quarter? And, there is that little fact that we're too
young!
Shiri: Too young, schmoo shung.
Ian: Huh.
Shiri: I'm 17, I only have one more year of high school left. You've graduated. You can wait a year, can't
you?
Ian: Shiri, enough playing around.
Shiri: I'm not playing.
Ian: Yes you are!
Shiri: Fiiine, be an ass.
Ian: Shiri, we've been together for a day, and you're already talking about marriage. If I weren't so
hopelessly in love with you, I'd be scared as hell, and dump you in a second.
Shiri: No you wouldn't, you're too nice. You'd wait until the next day, then lay it on easy with the whole
"It's not you, it's me" speech.
Ian: You know me well, dahling.
Shiri: I can see right through you, love. Now kiss me you fool!
They kiss, not passionately, but friendly.
Shiri: Mwah. Mwah. Mwah.
Shiri gives Ian a big, toothy grin and giggles.
Shiri: Now, I really have to go, Ian, please.
Ian: Awww. Fine. One more kiss, a good one too.
They kiss, definitely what you'd call a good one. ;) A little moan action is going on. Ian's hand are
exploring, up her shirt, on her bare back.
Male voice: Mm-HM! (clears throat)
Shiri goes turns around to see him, but goes to far, and she falls on the porch.
Shiri: Ow!
Ian: You all right?
Shiri: Yeah, yeah, I think I just broke my ass though.
All the while, Ian's dad is still standing there.
Matthew: Sorry, I frightened you, Shiri, but Ian has work to do inside.
Shiri: Oh, I was just leaving anyhow, Mr. Beauvais.
Matthew: It looked that way to me.
Shiri's face turns beat red.
Ian: I'll walk you home.
Shiri: Okay.
Matthew: Be back in 20 minutes, you have work to do, son.
Ian: Whatever.
Ian and Shiri leave.
Scene IV
At the de Salle estate, on the de Salle's front porch.
Ian and Shiri are kissing, rather heavily.
Ian: Shiriii……I really… have to…go.
Shiri leans back.
Shiri: Just another minute.
Ian: I can live with that.
They kiss again.
Suddenly, the front door opens, and Marina sticks her head out.
Marina: Shiri! Ian! Daddy's coming!
Shiri: Oh no! I'll see you tomorrow or something okay.
Ian is already down the steps.
Ian: Okay, later!
Ian is pretty much running out of sight.
Shiri and Marina walk in, pan out on the de Salle mansion.
Scene I
This scene takes place in Wesley and Armana's bedroom. The room is cold, loveless. The walls are hunter
green, and the room has lots of antiques. No paintings, or flowers unlike the rest of the house.
Wesley and Armana are arguing.
Armana: Wesley, she is going to have a baby! We are going to have a grandchild. Don't you even care?
Armana is referring to the news that Cordelia is having a baby.
Wesley: Of course I care. But the de Salle familly shut her out a long time ago, and that wasn't just me. She
turned her back on the family.
Armana: I know, I know. I've heard it all a thousand times before. It's not fair, she's our daughter, Wesley.
Wesley: Dammit, Armana, quit your nagging! Cordelia was never a de Salle, and you know it.
Armana: What is that supposed to mean?
Wesley: She never had the makings of a true de Salle. She was the rebel, the outcast, an embarrassment to
the whole family.
Armana: I can't believe you're saying this about your own daughter!
Wesley: She was always causing scandals, bad publicity for the family. She never knew what was best. Our
dear Shiri and Marina, now they are true de Salle's. And of course Aidan.
Armana: And what about Coralie?
Wesley: She's on the wrong track, just like Cordelia.
Armana: Oh, you bastard. Protecting the family name is more important to you than your own children.
Well, guess what? I'm defying you. I'm going to see Cordelia and David!
Wesley: Oh, right, and what makes you so sure that she's going to be so willing to see you?
Armana: I can try, can't I?
Wesley: You're nuts, woman. She's shut us out, just like we did her.
Wesley storms out.
Pan in on Armana with an angry expression.
Scene II
Music: A Woman's Worth by Alicia Keys
The scene takes place at Cordelia and David's home. They're sitting on the sofa watching television.
Cordelia is very pregnant.
There's a knock at the door.
Cordelia and David look at each other.
Cordelia: Hmm, I wonder who it could be.
David: I wasn't expecting anyone.
David gets up and answers the door to find a fluster Armana.
David: Hello, Armana.
Armana: Hello, David, how are you?
David: Cut the crap, what are you doing here?
Armana: Can't a mother go see her daughter?
Cordelia from other room: David, honey, who is it?
David: Look, Armana, you turned your back on Cordy a long time ago, don't expect to come back and pick
up where you left off.
David shuts the door, but Armana stops him midway.
Armana: David, please.
Cordelia enters the room, but doesn't see her mother yet.
Cordelia: David, who is it, open the door.
David opens the door.
Cordelia: Mother. What are you doing here?
Armana: I just wanted to come see you.
Cordelia: You haven't came to see me in two years, and all of a sudden you show up on the doorstep,
expecting things to be fine and dandy. Well, here's a news flash. They're not!
Armana: Cordelia—
Cordelia: Don't Cordelia me, mother. You and father and the rest of the family threw me out years ago
without a second guess. No, mother, it's too late for apologies now. I know why you came back, because of
the baby. Don't expect you're going to play a part in it's life.
Armana: I was expecting this. But for you to not even let me see my grandchild when it's born is just cruel.
Cordelia: And what you did to me wasn't?
Armana: You know what happened wasn't up to me, and you know if it were, we'd still be in each other's
lives.
Cordelia: But you didn't do anything to stop it! And you could have at least sent a Christmas card or
something! I know father is the one that despised me, but you mother, you were even worse. He despised
me and turned his back on me, but you loved me and did the same. Goodbye, mother.
Cordelia slams the door on her face. She falls into David's arms, tearful.
Outside, Armana leans against the door and cries.
Scene III
Music: Faith Hill- Breathe
Shiri and Ian are sitting on Ian's porch swing during the late evening. The sun has just gone down. Ian has
his arm wrapped around Shiri.
Shiri: I need to get home, Ian.
Ian: Just stay, five more minutes.
Shiri: That's what you said ten minutes ago!
Ian: Well excuse me for wanting to spend as much time with my girlfriend as possible.
Shiri: Well, I think that can be excused, because I want to spend as much time with my boyfriend as
possible.
Ian: Yep.
Shiri: So, what am I doing here?
Ian: Haha, very funny.
Shiri: I thought so.
Shiri pinches Ian's cheek, then kisses the same place.
Ian: You smell nice.
Shiri: Somebody has to.
Ian: What is that you're wearing?
Shiri: Mmm, Fresh Sugar.
Ian: Uh, fresh sugar as opposed to stale sugar?
Shiri: No, silly, Fresh is the brand, Sugar is the perfume.
Ian: Oh, I get it. I think.
Shiri: Forget it.
Ian: Well, whatever it is, it's nice. It makes me want to eat you—
Portia: Uh oh!
Portia exclaims loudly, walking out the front door.
Shiri: Uh yeah, I think you took that comment out of context, there, Porsh.
Portia: Oh, okay (sarcastically).
Ian: Go away.
Portia: You're such a grouch, big brother. Well no need to worry about me, I'm going next door.
Portia exits.
Ian: Well, now that we're alone…
Ian moves in for a kiss. Shiri pushes him away.
Shiri: Hold it, cowboy, your parents are right inside.
Ian: So?
Shiri: Soo, I don't want them seeing us, especially your mom. I don't want her leaking this top secret
information to my mother.
(Remember, Ian's mother is a maid at the de Salle home).
Ian: Well, she already knows we're together.
Shiri: Iiiian, what if she tells my mother?
Ian: Why would she do that?
Shiri: Why wouldn't she?
Ian: I asked first.
Shiri: No, I did.
Ian: Well, okay, she's not going to tell, trust me on this one.
Shiri: Okay.
Ian: Not that it'd be such a bad thing to tell.
Shiri: Uh, well if getting fired from your job, and me potentially being disowned doesn't count as "a bad
thing" then I don't know what is.
Ian: Plural.
Shiri: Huh?
Ian: Nevermind. First of all, I'm not worried about being fired, I'm the best stagehand they have. Half of
the horses won't go near anyone but me. And secondly, you're not going to be disowned.
Shiri: Cordy did.
Ian: Shir, she got married for Godsakes.
Shiri: Well, what if I want to marry you?
Ian: Be serious.
Shiri: I am.
Ian: Okay, we've been together for what, a day and a quarter? And, there is that little fact that we're too
young!
Shiri: Too young, schmoo shung.
Ian: Huh.
Shiri: I'm 17, I only have one more year of high school left. You've graduated. You can wait a year, can't
you?
Ian: Shiri, enough playing around.
Shiri: I'm not playing.
Ian: Yes you are!
Shiri: Fiiine, be an ass.
Ian: Shiri, we've been together for a day, and you're already talking about marriage. If I weren't so
hopelessly in love with you, I'd be scared as hell, and dump you in a second.
Shiri: No you wouldn't, you're too nice. You'd wait until the next day, then lay it on easy with the whole
"It's not you, it's me" speech.
Ian: You know me well, dahling.
Shiri: I can see right through you, love. Now kiss me you fool!
They kiss, not passionately, but friendly.
Shiri: Mwah. Mwah. Mwah.
Shiri gives Ian a big, toothy grin and giggles.
Shiri: Now, I really have to go, Ian, please.
Ian: Awww. Fine. One more kiss, a good one too.
They kiss, definitely what you'd call a good one. ;) A little moan action is going on. Ian's hand are
exploring, up her shirt, on her bare back.
Male voice: Mm-HM! (clears throat)
Shiri goes turns around to see him, but goes to far, and she falls on the porch.
Shiri: Ow!
Ian: You all right?
Shiri: Yeah, yeah, I think I just broke my ass though.
All the while, Ian's dad is still standing there.
Matthew: Sorry, I frightened you, Shiri, but Ian has work to do inside.
Shiri: Oh, I was just leaving anyhow, Mr. Beauvais.
Matthew: It looked that way to me.
Shiri's face turns beat red.
Ian: I'll walk you home.
Shiri: Okay.
Matthew: Be back in 20 minutes, you have work to do, son.
Ian: Whatever.
Ian and Shiri leave.
Scene IV
At the de Salle estate, on the de Salle's front porch.
Ian and Shiri are kissing, rather heavily.
Ian: Shiriii……I really… have to…go.
Shiri leans back.
Shiri: Just another minute.
Ian: I can live with that.
They kiss again.
Suddenly, the front door opens, and Marina sticks her head out.
Marina: Shiri! Ian! Daddy's coming!
Shiri: Oh no! I'll see you tomorrow or something okay.
Ian is already down the steps.
Ian: Okay, later!
Ian is pretty much running out of sight.
Shiri and Marina walk in, pan out on the de Salle mansion.