In the back of the saloon, Remy and Forge grinned at the act. Sam walked up
to Forge and handed him a note.
"What's it say?" Remy asked.
"I must see you alone in my dressing room right after the show," Forge said.
Rogue sat in her dressing room, fixing her makeup, when Forge knocked.
"Vilkommen, bienvenue, welcome, come on in," she said, and Forge walked in carrying a red rose and a big grin on his face.
"Vegaitz," he said.
"Bow wow!" Rogue replied.
"For you," Forge said, handing her the rose.
"Oh, a red rose," Rogue said, with only slightly more enthusiasm than she had shown when Pietro had given her his flowers earlier. "How romantic. Won't you have a seat?"
Forge sat down in a chair and took off his hat.
"Will you excuse me while I slip into something more comfortable?" she asked,
"Bitte, baby," Forge said, hoping his German would impress Rogue.
"Oh!" said Rogue, impressed by his German. "Why don't you loosen your bullets?" Rogue suggested, ducking behind her dressing stand. She emerged a moment later, wearing a pink satin negligee. Rogue felt nauseous at wearing such a garishly bright color
"Ah, I feel refreshed," she said, starting to go into seductress mode. "Isn't it a bit bright in here?" She walked over to the lamp on the table and blew it out, plunging the room into total blackness.
"There, isn't that better?" she asked. Suddenly, there was another knock at the door.
"Ugh, back in a moment," she muttered. She opened the door to see Pietro.
"How's it going?" he asked.
"He's like wet sauerkraut in my hands," she said. "By morning, he'll be my slave,"
"Splendid!" Pietro said, and reached for her chest. "Just one little touch?" he asked.
Rogue pulled her glove off and, totally breaking script, slapped Pietro across the face with her bare hand, knocking him out. She kicked his body aside and shut the door.
"That's not in the script!" Jamie said. "But I think I like it!"
Rogue braced herself for this next part; if the earlier scene with Jamie and Kitty had been any indication, this could get real ugly, real fast.
walked over to the bed where Forge was laying. "Let me sit down next to you," she said and sat next to Forge. "Nothing personal," she whispered to him. "But I'm only doing this because it's in the script," Then she got back into the role.
"So tell me, shatzee, is it true what they say about you people being. gifted?"
Her response was a loud whir as Forge shifted his drill into a more useful tool.
"Oh, it's true!" Rogue said. "It's true!"
X
The next morning, Rogue and Forge were sitting at the table, enjoying a fine German breakfast.
"Would you care for another schnitzen-gruben?" Rogue asked, offering Forge a large sausage.
"Sorry, baby, 15's my limit on schnitzen-gruben," he said.
Rogue stood up and whispered in his ear. "Then how about a little."
Forge's eyes went wide. "Baby, please! I am not from Havana! Besides, I'm late for work. I've got some heavy chores to do,"
"Will I see you later?"
"That all depends on how much vitamin E I can get my hands on," Forge said, and headed for the door.
"Nein!" Rogue said, flinging her arms around. "Nein, achtung! Bitte, bitte, you mustn't go! I need you! I never met nobody like you, I can't live without you!"
"Baby, you are making a German spectacle of yourself! Auf wiedersein, baby!" Forge said and left.
"Cut!" said Jamie, none too soon for Rogue.
"Somebody shoot me now!" she shouted, tearing the pink robe off of her shoulders.
"Hey, that stuff's expensive!" Jamie shouted.
"Pwease tell me you don't need me for any more of this howwible movie," Rogue said, her voice still affected by the German accent. "Ugh! I hate you and your stupid accents, Jamie!" she shrieked and stormed off the set.
"Well, I suppose I could always ask Kitty to take over for her later on," Jamie pondered.
"Don't even think about it!" Lance said.
"Crud," Jamie muttered. He'd have to come up with a different idea.
X
Forge walked back into his office, looking very tired. He collapsed onto a bench and groaned, worn out from the long night.
"Well," said Remy. "Look what de cat dragged in,"
"What's happening in the clean world?" Forge asked.
"Bad news," Remy replied. "Remy got a writ here for Fred's release, signed by Pietro Lamar himself,"
"Why would a dude like Pietro Lamar care about Fred?" he asked. "Well, it's legal anyway,"
He walked over to where Fred was still chained up to the cell door and picked up a bucket of water. "Wake-up time!" he shouted and threw the water in Fred's face.
Fred woke up with a yawn and stretched, snapping the chains like they were tissue paper.
"Ok Fred, you're free to go," Forge said.
"Fred no go," said Fred.
"Oh, come on, Fred," said Forge, hoping that Fred wouldn't stay around for lunch. The bill would be enormous.
"Fred stay here with sheriff Forge, be sheriff's first man," Fred said. "Fred impressed, have deep feelings for sheriff Fred,"
Remy chuckled. "Better watch out, big fella," he said to Forge. "Remy t'ink Fred's taking a fancy to you,"
Forge got a look of fear on his face at THAT thought. It's just the script, it's just the script, he thought, trying to calm himself down.
Fred looked at them curiously. Finally, he figured out what Remy meant. "Fred straight!" he said, throwing out his arms and accidentally punching Forge and Remy in the stomach and knocking them over. He walked over to a bench and sat down. The bench groaned under Fred's weight but managed to hold together.
"Listen, Fred," said Remy. "Maybe you know. Why's a high-roller like Pietro Lamar interested in Bayville?" he asked.
"Don't know," said Fred. "Got to do with where choo-choo go,"
"Fred, why would Pietro Lamar care about where the choo-choo goes?" Forge asked.
"Don't know. Fred only pawn in game of life," Fred said, a deeply philosophical look in his eyes.
"Choo-choo," Forge thought. "I think this might be a good time to mosey out to where they're workin' on the railroad and maybe do a little snooping,"
"Cut!" Jamie said, already starting to get set up for the next scene. They were taking a torrid pace in their shooting.
As soon as Jamie said 'cut', the bench gave way and Fred collapsed to the floor.
"I guess you'll have to have somebody in props replace that?" Forge asked.
"No, we'll just wing it from here. Now hurry up and get ready for the next scene," Jamie said.
"What's it say?" Remy asked.
"I must see you alone in my dressing room right after the show," Forge said.
Rogue sat in her dressing room, fixing her makeup, when Forge knocked.
"Vilkommen, bienvenue, welcome, come on in," she said, and Forge walked in carrying a red rose and a big grin on his face.
"Vegaitz," he said.
"Bow wow!" Rogue replied.
"For you," Forge said, handing her the rose.
"Oh, a red rose," Rogue said, with only slightly more enthusiasm than she had shown when Pietro had given her his flowers earlier. "How romantic. Won't you have a seat?"
Forge sat down in a chair and took off his hat.
"Will you excuse me while I slip into something more comfortable?" she asked,
"Bitte, baby," Forge said, hoping his German would impress Rogue.
"Oh!" said Rogue, impressed by his German. "Why don't you loosen your bullets?" Rogue suggested, ducking behind her dressing stand. She emerged a moment later, wearing a pink satin negligee. Rogue felt nauseous at wearing such a garishly bright color
"Ah, I feel refreshed," she said, starting to go into seductress mode. "Isn't it a bit bright in here?" She walked over to the lamp on the table and blew it out, plunging the room into total blackness.
"There, isn't that better?" she asked. Suddenly, there was another knock at the door.
"Ugh, back in a moment," she muttered. She opened the door to see Pietro.
"How's it going?" he asked.
"He's like wet sauerkraut in my hands," she said. "By morning, he'll be my slave,"
"Splendid!" Pietro said, and reached for her chest. "Just one little touch?" he asked.
Rogue pulled her glove off and, totally breaking script, slapped Pietro across the face with her bare hand, knocking him out. She kicked his body aside and shut the door.
"That's not in the script!" Jamie said. "But I think I like it!"
Rogue braced herself for this next part; if the earlier scene with Jamie and Kitty had been any indication, this could get real ugly, real fast.
walked over to the bed where Forge was laying. "Let me sit down next to you," she said and sat next to Forge. "Nothing personal," she whispered to him. "But I'm only doing this because it's in the script," Then she got back into the role.
"So tell me, shatzee, is it true what they say about you people being. gifted?"
Her response was a loud whir as Forge shifted his drill into a more useful tool.
"Oh, it's true!" Rogue said. "It's true!"
X
The next morning, Rogue and Forge were sitting at the table, enjoying a fine German breakfast.
"Would you care for another schnitzen-gruben?" Rogue asked, offering Forge a large sausage.
"Sorry, baby, 15's my limit on schnitzen-gruben," he said.
Rogue stood up and whispered in his ear. "Then how about a little."
Forge's eyes went wide. "Baby, please! I am not from Havana! Besides, I'm late for work. I've got some heavy chores to do,"
"Will I see you later?"
"That all depends on how much vitamin E I can get my hands on," Forge said, and headed for the door.
"Nein!" Rogue said, flinging her arms around. "Nein, achtung! Bitte, bitte, you mustn't go! I need you! I never met nobody like you, I can't live without you!"
"Baby, you are making a German spectacle of yourself! Auf wiedersein, baby!" Forge said and left.
"Cut!" said Jamie, none too soon for Rogue.
"Somebody shoot me now!" she shouted, tearing the pink robe off of her shoulders.
"Hey, that stuff's expensive!" Jamie shouted.
"Pwease tell me you don't need me for any more of this howwible movie," Rogue said, her voice still affected by the German accent. "Ugh! I hate you and your stupid accents, Jamie!" she shrieked and stormed off the set.
"Well, I suppose I could always ask Kitty to take over for her later on," Jamie pondered.
"Don't even think about it!" Lance said.
"Crud," Jamie muttered. He'd have to come up with a different idea.
X
Forge walked back into his office, looking very tired. He collapsed onto a bench and groaned, worn out from the long night.
"Well," said Remy. "Look what de cat dragged in,"
"What's happening in the clean world?" Forge asked.
"Bad news," Remy replied. "Remy got a writ here for Fred's release, signed by Pietro Lamar himself,"
"Why would a dude like Pietro Lamar care about Fred?" he asked. "Well, it's legal anyway,"
He walked over to where Fred was still chained up to the cell door and picked up a bucket of water. "Wake-up time!" he shouted and threw the water in Fred's face.
Fred woke up with a yawn and stretched, snapping the chains like they were tissue paper.
"Ok Fred, you're free to go," Forge said.
"Fred no go," said Fred.
"Oh, come on, Fred," said Forge, hoping that Fred wouldn't stay around for lunch. The bill would be enormous.
"Fred stay here with sheriff Forge, be sheriff's first man," Fred said. "Fred impressed, have deep feelings for sheriff Fred,"
Remy chuckled. "Better watch out, big fella," he said to Forge. "Remy t'ink Fred's taking a fancy to you,"
Forge got a look of fear on his face at THAT thought. It's just the script, it's just the script, he thought, trying to calm himself down.
Fred looked at them curiously. Finally, he figured out what Remy meant. "Fred straight!" he said, throwing out his arms and accidentally punching Forge and Remy in the stomach and knocking them over. He walked over to a bench and sat down. The bench groaned under Fred's weight but managed to hold together.
"Listen, Fred," said Remy. "Maybe you know. Why's a high-roller like Pietro Lamar interested in Bayville?" he asked.
"Don't know," said Fred. "Got to do with where choo-choo go,"
"Fred, why would Pietro Lamar care about where the choo-choo goes?" Forge asked.
"Don't know. Fred only pawn in game of life," Fred said, a deeply philosophical look in his eyes.
"Choo-choo," Forge thought. "I think this might be a good time to mosey out to where they're workin' on the railroad and maybe do a little snooping,"
"Cut!" Jamie said, already starting to get set up for the next scene. They were taking a torrid pace in their shooting.
As soon as Jamie said 'cut', the bench gave way and Fred collapsed to the floor.
"I guess you'll have to have somebody in props replace that?" Forge asked.
"No, we'll just wing it from here. Now hurry up and get ready for the next scene," Jamie said.
