INT. EREWHON PRISON – MORNING
Looking at a door. We hear an elevator arrive down the hall.
A moment later, DR. HARE is escorted into the room by two GUARDS, both bald.
So, anyway, I don’t know who thought it was a smart idea to have an economy entirely supported by carrots–who is that?
Camera looks at a table, where MOREAU, D., and BARD sit. BARD is at the end in handcuffs, giving HARVEY his usual grin.
I’m sorry, I thought we were just going to talk some more, not be interrogated by the Joker.
How amusing it is that you think I am the jester here.
You’re literally dressed–okay what’s going on?
DIRECTOR D. motions for him to come. DR. HARE is led to the table, to a chair near BARD.
We want to see how you work together.
And we’ll be meeting someone else soon…
(quietly, somewhat to herself)
DR. HARE points a thumb at MORDRED, giving the two “psychologists” a confused look.
Wait, you want me to work with him? You’re kidding, right?
Why do we need him?
While you are both geniuses, each of you has a very different skill set. Not to mention, and I mean no offense…but neither of you are the most…stable…
BINARY BARD frowns for what may be the first time.
What is that supposed to mean?
DIRECTOR D. freezes, realizing he’s made a bad slip. He stutters, but MOREAU interrupts to try to de escalate.
We would like to meet someone with a different view, to compare to your great minds.
Ah, so there is quite a plan here!
The door opens.
Great. More people.
Enter BLACK WIDOW, a notorious French art thief. Compared to Bard’s grin and Harvey’s sneer, she looks like she wants to tear the room apart. Seeing MOREAU only worsens it.
And just when I thought it couldn’t get any worse, you had to show up.
But this must be done.
Do you know each other or something?
And don’t ask anymore unless you want your ears ripped off.
You know, you can do the whole “evil woman” thing without being so vulgar?
For the last time ce n’est pas une phase–
DIRECTOR D. steps between them.
AAaanndd now it’s my turn to break the fight up!
Oh, I get it! Now I see why you need her! You need our brains to balance out her plain brawn.
This goes about as well as expected. BLACK WIDOW punts HARE across the room, and the guards rush to stop her. BARD claps slowly from his chair as he watches.
My, a wonderful combination of beauty and strength combined!
BLACK WIDOW glares at him as the GUARDS surround her.
I don’t need the likes of you stabbing me in the back, thank you very much.
The GUARDS handcuff her, and she doesn’t put up another fight after probably many, many escape attempts. MOREAU smirks.
It’s a bit sad, honestly. To know that my own cousin is more ashamed of me than I of her.
BLACK WIDOW turns to fight her, but the guards force her to keep still. MOREAU backs away, but not losing her smug smile.
(From the floor. No one’s bothered to help him up.)
Wow. I can barely see the resemblance. One person I hate and…well, Moreau I guess you’re…yeah I hate both of you. But still that’s the only similarity. Oh and the French–
DIRECTOR D. face plants the table.
Well, thanks everyone! We never got to the plan because of your bickering!
A GUARD speaks up as he leads BLACK WIDOW out of the room.
It is past lunch, Direc–Mr. D. Maybe they’ll feel better once they’ve eaten.
BLACK WIDOW gives the guard a suspicious look upon hearing his slip.
Go on. Try, try again, as they say.
And there we go! We’ll have one more part before this first episode is completed, then onto the rest of Season 1! Thank you so much for your support for this series, Poptropicans! It’s really heart warming to see everyone’s reactions and ideas for how this will continue.
(Note: Bard’s introduction may be a bit disturbing for some viewers.)
Castori honorem ~ Maryann/Smart Bubbles