"Perchance to Dream"

by

Abby




LIVING ROOM - EVENING

NILES LOUNGES ON THE COUCH, WATCHING TV.
FRAN ENTERS.

FRAN
Hi, Niles. Whatcha watchin’?

NILES
Star Trek, Miss Fine.

FRAN
(RE: TV) Uch. What an obnoxious, swaggering creep.

NILES
Yes, but he still gets to romp with the Buxom Female Alien of the week.

FRAN
Well, Niles, he is the Captain.

NILES
So, power is the ultimate aphrodisiac?

FRAN
Well, I’m not sure what it has to do with hairstyle, but it really turns me on.

NILES
You mean to tell me that a man could be witty, well-bred, cute as a button, and a virtual artist in the kitchen, and you wouldn’t think twice about him if he were, say -- a domestic servant?

FRAN
No way. But his boss I’d think plenty about.

NILES
(SIGHS) Beam me up, Scotty -- I give up!

NILES EXITS.

FRAN
Wha?

FRAN PICKS UP THE REMOTE AND CHANNEL SURFS.
SHE STOPS ON AN ADDAMS FAMILY RERUN.
MORTICIA AND GOMEZ SHARE A ROMANTIC INTERLUDE.
MAXWELL ENTERS.

FRAN
(RE: TV) Oh, Mr. Sheffield, now that was a show. Look at how romantic they are. And so what if their family’s a little weird. Isn’t everyone’s? ... I said, Isn’t everyone’s?

MAXWELL
Oh, uh, of course. Miss Fine ... (RE: TV, POINTING) What’s that thing over there?

FRAN
That’s not Thing, that’s Cousin It, the Dalai Lama of Big Hair.

MAXWELL
That’s not Big Hair, that’s All Hair.

FRAN
That reminds me -- I think I’m outta Final Net!

FRAN DASHES TOWARD THE STAIRS.

MAXWELL
Miss Fine, consider the ozone layer, would you?

FRAN
Ozone, schmozone -- I need poof!

FRAN EXITS UP THE STAIRS.
MAXWELL TAKES THE REMOTE AND CHANNEL SURFS.
HE STOPS ON THE SOUND OF MUSIC AS MARIA SINGS MY FAVORITE THINGS.
C.C. ENTERS.

C.C.
Hello, hello.

MAXWELL
(RE: TV) Ah, C.C., they just don’t make musicals like this anymore.

C.C.
Thank God for that! I get cavities just looking at it. I mean, really. Who would believe that a rich, handsome, successful widower would dump a baroness for a governess? Totally ridiculous.

MAXWELL
Oh, I don’t know. I think she has a certain naiveté that’s quite appealing.

C.C.
(GRABS THE REMOTE) Here, give me that!

C.C. CHANNEL SURFS AND STOPS ON A DYNASTY RERUN.
BLAKE AND ALEXIS ARE IN THE THROES OF PASSION.

C.C.
Now, this is drama! She made cut glass out of Krystal and now she’s movin’ in. What a woman!

MAXWELL
Oh, C.C., really.

C.C.
Well, Maxwell, it’s getting late. See you tomorrow ... daahling.

SHE EXITS WITH A FLOURISH.

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INT. C.C.’S BEDROOM - NIGHT
C.C. IS ASLEEP.

FADE TO:
INT. LIBRARY - DREAM
C.C. ADDRESSES THE DESK CHAIR, WHICH FACES AWAY FROM HER.

C.C.
Well, daahling, she’s out of the way. Why, at this very moment she’s probably still cleaning mud out of her ears. Ha, ha, ha! You must admit, it was such a delicious little scheme.

SHE CROSSES TO THE CHAIR SEDUCTIVELY.

C.C.
She should have known that, when it comes to men, no one gets in my way!

SHE SPINS THE CHAIR AROUND, REVEALING MAXWELL.
SHE SITS ON HIS LAP, GRABS HIS LAPELS, AND KISSES HIM PASSIONATELY.

RETURN TO:
C.C.’S BEDROOM
C.C. MAKES OUT WITH HER PILLOW.

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INT. FRAN’S BEDROOM
FRAN IS ASLEEP.

FADE TO:
INT. LIVING ROOM - DREAM
FRAN SITS IN THE CHAIR. MAXWELL STANDS BESIDE
HER. NILES PLAYS SOMETHING BAROQUE ON THE PIANO.

FRAN
(TO MAXWELL) Oh, bubala, you’re such a mensch.

MAXWELL
My petite flower, you spoke Yiddish!

MAXWELL BENDS ONTO ONE KNEE AND CONTINUALLY SPREADS KISSES UP AND DOWN FRAN’S ARM.
DOORBELL RINGS. NILES ANSWERS.
MAGGIE AND BRIGHTON ENTER.

FRAN
And where have you two been?

MAGGIE
The roses were blooming again.

BRIGHTON
And it took almost an hour to kill them all.

FRAN
(TO MAXWELL) Y’know, we really should speak to the gardener. I mean, one or two you can’t help, but there’s an arboretum out there!

LOUD CLAP OF THUNDER.
MAGGIE AND BRIGHTON PEEK OUT THE WINDOW.

MAGGIE
Oh, look! A thunderstorm!

NILES
(TO FRAN, IN HIS DEEPEST VOICE) Shall I prepare a picnic basket?

FRAN
Of course! And don’t forget the ants.

DOORBELL RINGS. NILES ANSWERS.
GRACE ENTERS, CARRYING A BAG. HER HAIR IS LONG, HUGE, AND WILD.

NILES
It’s about time.

GRACE MUMBLES SOME GIBBERISH.
NILES SHAKES HIS HEAD AND GROANS DEEPLY.
GRACE MUMBLES AGAIN, AGITATED.
NILES GROANS BACK ANGRILY.
GRACE STOMPS ON NILES’ FOOT, THEN CROSSES TO FRAN AND HANDS HER THE BAG.
NILES EXITS, GROANING AND HOBBLING.

FRAN
(RE: BAG) Oh look! A whole week’s supply!

ONE BY ONE, SHE PULLS OUT A LARGE ARRAY OF DIFFERENT HAIR SPRAYS.

FRAN
I’m so thrilled, I could plotz!

MAXWELL
Stop it! You’re driving me wild!

HE INCREASES THE FERVOR OF THE ARM KISSING.

FRAN
Neshomeleh, I’m getting all farshvitst.

MAXWELL
That’s it! I can’t take it any more!

MAXWELL PICKS UP FRAN AND CARRIES HER UP THE STAIRS.

RETURN TO:
INT. FRAN’S BEDROOM
FRAN TOSSES AND TURNS.

FRAN
(MUMBLING) Kibbutz, Yentl, Yom Kippur ... Oh, Mr. Sheffield ... Channukkah, lox, Streisand ...

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INT. NILES’ BEDROOM
NILES IS ASLEEP.

FADE TO:
INT. KITCHEN - DREAM
NILES STANDS BEHIND THE COUNTER, FRAN BY THE SINK, AND BRIGHTON BY THE OVEN. MAXWELL SITS AT THE TABLE AND READS FROM A COOKBOOK.

NILES
Mr. Sheffield. How are we doing?

MAXWELL
We’re on the main course, sir.

BRIGHTON
Gas at 450° at your command, sir.

NILES
Ignite.

BRIGHTON TURNS ON THE OVEN.

MAXWELL
We have no one in cryogenics!

NILES
You know what to do.

MAXWELL CROSSES TO THE INTERCOM.

MAXWELL
Miss Babcock, you’re needed by the fridge.

FRAN
(URGENTLY) Captain, I’m picking up hostility! (TURNS ON THE FAUCETS) Lots of ominous static, no doubt signaling the approach of a terrible entity.

C.C. ENTERS, IN A HUFF.

FRAN
Uh, no. Just a shiksa.

C.C.
Well, what is it? I was right in the middle of a very important procedure.

FRAN
Oh, don’t worry, honey ... peroxide keeps.

MAXWELL
As a matter of fact, the average bottle of peroxide will retain its bleaching potential for 3.78 days.

C.C.
Live long ... and suffer.

NILES
Miss Babcock. We’re on the main course and need your help in refrigeration.

C.C.
(SENSUOUSLY) Well, if that’s what the Captain wants, that’s what the Captain gets.

C.C. SASHAYS OVER TO THE FRIDGE AS MAXWELL RETURNS TO THE TABLE.

MAXWELL
(OFF BOOK, URGENTLY) Sir, there are ten ingredients to this recipe but, so far, we’ve only got two available!

NILES
(ALARMED) Miss Babcock, our fuel is down to twenty percent!

C.C. OPENS THE FRIDGE AND PEERS INTO IT.

C.C.
Well, I’ll see what I can do, but this isn’t exactly my area of expertise. I’m a shiksa, dammit -- not a domestic engineer!

C.C. PULLS VARIOUS FOOD ITEMS OUT OF THE FRIDGE AND PILES THEM ON THE COUNTER.
SYLVIA ENTERS.

SYLVIA
Nobody move. This is a hunger attack.

SHE APPROACHES THE PILE OF FOOD.

FRAN
(GRABBING THE SINK SPRAYER) Move away from the pile! I’m warning you -- It’s set to pulsate!

SYLVIA SNATCHES A LARGE STEAK FROM THE PILE AND THREATENS FRAN WITH IT.

FRAN/SYLVIA
Put that down! Me?! Drop dead!

NILES DISARMS SYLVIA IN ONE SWIFT MOVE.

NILES
(TO SYLVIA) Madam, I’m afraid you’ve violated the Prime Rib Directive ... Master Brighton, please escort Mrs. Fine to the transporter. Here’s a token.

NILES FLIPS BRIGHTON A TOKEN.
BRIGHTON OFFERS SYLVIA HIS ARM AND ESCORTS HER TO THE DOOR.

SYLVIA
Ohhh, such a gentleman. Have you met my daughter?

FRAN/BRIGHTON
Eeeeuuuwwww.

THEY BOTH SLAP NILES.

NILES
Hey, it’s my dream.

BRIGHTON AND SYLVIA EXIT.

NILES
Miss Babcock, how’s it going?

C.C.
We’re up to eighty percent but I’m no miracle worker, Captain. I’m afraid she’s given me all she has!

NILES
We need more!

C.C. WRESTLES WITH A JAR OF MAYONNAISE.

C.C.
Almost ...

NILES
Miss Babcock ...

C.C.
Just one more turn ...

NILES
Miss Babcock ...

C.C.
There!

THE JAR POPS OUT OF THE FRIDGE.

NILES
C.C.!

FRAN
I think I need a cigarette.

NILES
The main course is saved!

C.C.
And, if ya don’t mind, I’m about due for a wee bit of brandy about now.

NILES
Mr. Sheffield. See that Miss Babcock gets her brandy.

MAXWELL
Yes, sir. (TO C.C.) Would that be the 100.3 year old French brandy or the 88.5 year old Irish brandy?

C.C.
Whaddaya mean or?

MAXWELL AND C.C. EXIT.

NILES
So, Miss Fine. Looks like it’s just you and me. Got any ideas on how we can ... pass the time?

FRAN
(SEDUCTIVELY) Well, you’re the Captain. Why don’t you give me an order?

HE GRABS HER AND KISSES HER PASSIONATELY.
C.C. ENTERS.

C.C.
(SEDUCTIVELY) Captain, I’m back.

NILES GRABS HER WITH HIS FREE ARM AND KISSES HER PASSIONATELY.

NILES
It is good to be Captain.

FRAN
Yup, this is definitely a man’s dream.

RETURN TO:
INT. NILES’ BEDROOM
A SLOW, SATISFIED SMILE APPEARS ON NILES’ FACE.
HE ROLLS OVER AND SIGHS CONTENTEDLY.

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INT. MAXWELL’S BEDROOM
MAXWELL IS ASLEEP.

FADE TO:
INT. LIVING ROOM - DREAM
MAXWELL AND C.C. SIT ON THE COUCH.
NILES STANDS AT ATTENTION BY THE DOOR.

MAXWELL
(TO C.C.) Darling, it’s time for you to meet your new family.

C.C.
Oh, joy.

MAXWELL BLOWS A CAPTAIN’S WHISTLE.
MAGGIE, BRIGHTON, AND GRACE ENTER, RUN DOWN THE STAIRS, AND LINE UP AT ATTENTION.

MAXWELL
Children, I want you all to greet your new mother.

MAGGIE
(WHINING) But I don’t need a mother. I am sixteen, going on seventeen.

MAXWELL
Now, now. Introduce yourselves properly.

BRIGHTON
How do you do? I’m Brighton. I’m incorrigible.

MAXWELL
And this ... is Grace.

GRACE
(SADLY) Why am I always last?

BRIGHTON
Because you are the least important!

DOORBELL RINGS. NILES ANSWERS.
FRAN ENTERS, CARRYING HER SHADES OF THE ORIENT MAKE-UP CASE.

FRAN
Hello ...

NILES
Ah, you must be the new nanny.

SHE LOOKS AROUND THE HOUSE.

FRAN
OK.

NILES
Good. Here’s a list of songs you must learn to sing.

HE HANDS HER THE MUSIC. SHE READS IT OVER QUICKLY.

FRAN
Excuse me? Doe’s a dear? The bread’s jammin’? Edel’s wise? I’m sorry, but none of this makes any sense.

THE CHILDREN RUN TO HER EXCITEDLY.

MAGGIE
Then why don’t you teach us your own song?

FRAN
OK!

FRAN OPENS UP THE MAKE-UP CASE, WHICH TRANSFORMS INTO A MINI BOOMBOX AND PLAYS MUSIC TO MY FAVORITE THINGS.

FRAN
Big hair and high heels and
pink cashmere mittens,
Doctors and lawyers with
whom I am smitten ...

CHILDREN
Coming from Queens and
cavorting with Kings ...

FRAN/CHILDREN
These are a few of my favorite things.

C.C.
How charming. Anyone got an uzi?

MAXWELL
Oh, Miss Fine, you’ve brought music back into the house! And you’re naivté is so appealing. I’m dumping the baroness and marrying you!

HE BENDS ONTO HIS KNEE, PULLS A RIDICULOUSLY LARGE DIAMOND RING OUT OF HIS POCKET, SLIPS IT ON FRAN’S FINGER, AND KISSES HER PASSIONATELY.

RETURN TO:
INT. MAXWELL’S BEDROOM
MAXWELL BOLTS UPRIGHT IN A PANIC, SHAKES HIMSELF AWAKE, THEN, WITH A SIGH OF RELIEF, WIPES HIS FOREHEAD WITH HIS SLEEVE AND SLUMPS BACK INTO BED.



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