(This time, we open on a hilltop in the Ariondack Mountain range. A very modern house sits on that hilltop, positioned to take the best advantage of the magnificent views.)

(Cut to inside the house. The camera moves into the very 50s home, with it's pink furniture and faux-Colonial chairs and tables and large stone fireplace. Sheila sits at the large table in the center of the room, eating breakfast and sipping coffee. She wears a fashionable pink suit.)

*Zelda walks in. She wears a sleek lavender suit and has a slight smirk on her face.*

Sheila: (Raises an eyebrow) Good morning. You look like you know something I don't and are proud of it.

Zelda: Our dear Rupert failed to kill the King.

Sheila: (Makes a face) So I suspected from all the noise at the party. Your Kaminsky mentioned onstage that the king was taken ill and left early.

Zelda: And YOUR Rupert was so high and mighty about his plan.

Sheila: He may still be able to get to the King. Remember the summit.

Zelda: He may.

Rupert: (He comes in looking fresh as a daisy) Hello, ladies. Is that breakfast? (Grabs a muffin)

Sheila: You failed, Rupert. The King's alive.

Zelda: *Smirks* And there you said you're so great. What do you have to say for yourself? ;) :P

Rupert: Can I have some of those poached eggs?

Sheila: Not until you kill the King.

Rupert: You can't let a man starve!

Zelda: Just watch us.

Rupert: I did knock him out.

Sheila: That doesn't mean you killed him.

Rupert: He looked a lot worse than ill when I left the party. More like he had a concussion.

Zelda: He could have been acting.

Rupert: It must have been a pretty good act. He nearly collapsed onto two of Kaminsky's buddies.

Zelda: Perhaps it runs in the family.

Rupert: The point is, even if he's alive, he certainly won't be up to that summit.

Sheila: I'm not so sure.

Zelda: The whole thing could be a ruse to make you think that.

Sheila: We're going back to the summit. All of us. I want in on that meeting anyway.

Rupert: Good. I'll order room service.

Zelda: *Sighs* If we must go to the summit.

Sheila: Yes, Zelda, we must go back to the summit. I thought you'd be delighted to see Kaminsky again.

Zelda: Of course, if he's there. Otherwise, I couldn't care less about it.

Sheila: Didn't you know? I heard Kaminsky will be singing in the lounge the rest of the week.

Rupert: The pretender?

Zelda: Then I'll be in the lounge. *turns to Rupert* He's no pretender, whatever that means.

Rupert: He was, anyway. He pretended to be Josef for a time while his brother kidnapped him.

Sheila: Sounds rather like some swashbuckler novel.

Zelda: I think I was just reading one like that.

Sheila: We need to get rid of him. Without him, it'll be much easier to get our hands on that mineral.

Rupert: I just want to get paid and get laid, in that order.

*Zelda makes a face that plainly shows her disgust with him.*

Sheila: (Smirks at Rupert) Hold both of those thoughts. If you do a good job at the summit, you might be able to get both...in spades.

*Zelda groans, still making a disgusted face.*

Rupert: (Leans against the couch) How can I hold those thoughts around such a lovely lady?

Sheila: You'll think of something.

Zelda: And you think I'M bad? Geez...

Sheila: Why don't you return to the lodge? The summit should be starting soon. We'll be along shortly.

Rupert: If I must. Every minute spent away from you will feel like an eternity. (Kisses her hand)

*Zelda makes a gagging sound.*

Sheila: Get on, you, or I'll make sure you get no lunch, either.

(Rupert blows her a kiss and finally heads out. Sheila grins slyly at Zelda.)

Sheila: Quite a man, isn't he?

Zelda: He's SOMETHING, all right.

Sheila: You're just jealous. You can't seem to keep yours around.

Zelda: *Frowns* Well, you don't have to hit me with a low blow.

Sheila: This is no time to argue. We need to come up with a plan B, just in case he's not successful with the King, or he is still alive. (Smirks) Perhaps we could persuade some of our boys to indulge in a spot of kidnapping? The king would pay dearly to have his pretty little queen back.

Zelda: Now that, I can agree with.

Sheila: (She nods at breakfast) Unlike Rupert, you can have some breakfast before we go to the summit. I have to call the boys and make sure they're ready for plan B, too. You've been doing your job.

Zelda: *Smiles* Thanks you. I do believe I will have some breakfast. I hate chasing after men on an empty stomach.

Sheila: Are you still after Mahoney, or is Kaminsky your only interest? You do know Mahoney the Elder finally married that little blond of his.

Zelda: I am disappointed about that, but the younger is still around. I do still rather like him... *smirks* but Kaminsky has my full attention.

Sheila: I'm not sad about it at all. Mahoney's replacement is far more interesting. Quite handsome, that Mr. Coveletske. The other newcomers are of no interest to me, especially that ridiculous creature with the glasses.

Zelda: *Shrugs* The new boys are all right, but I prefer Kaminsky.

Sheila: In a way, I can almost understand what you see in him. He's not unattractive, and a very good performer...but he's so clumsy!

Zelda: He may be clumsy at times, but he does have a certain grace about him, too.

Sheila: You know, I didn't think I'd like being out here in the woods. Now I'm wondering why I didn't visit here sooner. The choice in men is even better than in New York!

Zelda: All I need is a certain one, and I wouldn't care WHERE I am.

Sheila: (Chuckles) We'll see. (We fade out on the ladies and their breakfast.)

*We fade in on the lodge where the Summit is being head. It's a large building with an open center court specifically set up for meetings. It's set up in a round, with three floors tiered on the sides, blocked off by railings. In the center of the ceiling, there are sun roofs covered the center-most area. It's very bright and can hold a lot of people.*

(Right now, however, the summit room is quiet...except for Danny, Deborah, Duke, and Sach sitting at the table.)

Deborah: Do you understand everything now, Danny?

(Sach is playing with a yo-yo.)

Danny: *Nods* Yeah, I got it.

Duke: *Eyes Sach and his yo-yo, but speaks to Danny* You're positive you can handle this? This isn't too much?

Danny: I think I'll be all right.

Deborah: (Nods) The other officials will be here any minute. I can't impress upon you enough how important this is to our country.

Danny: That's why I can do this. I WILL do this. *smiles*

Sach: Hey Dan, if there's any food, can you snitch some for me?

Danny: Sach, I think I'm going to be a little too busy for that.

Duke: I'm sure you'll be able to find the food on your own, Sach.

Deborah: We'll go to lunch directly after the first summit meeting, Mr. Jones.

Sach: Great! I hope this place makes sardine, onion, and ketchup sandwiches on rye that are as good as Ma's! ;)

Deborah: (Wrinkles her nose) I'm, er, sure they do.

Duke: And that's still disgusting.

Sach: I'd like to see you invent a new kind of sandwich!

*Chuck, Blinky, and Myron rush in.*

Chuck: Bad news. We think we saw that Rupert guy poking around here.

Blinky: Yeah! We saw him in the lobby!

Deborah: (Narrows her eyes) You have to keep him away from the summit.

Sach: We have to find the cops and keep this guy from slipping away again! (Thinks) Maybe we ought to try glue?

Duke: We'll find him.

Deborah: If he gets to the summit and sees Danny's here, he might get ideas...like my husband is alive and he should kill him.

Danny: *Gulps* Or think I'm him and try to kill me!

Duke: *Stands* That isn't going to happen. Come on, fellas. We're going hunting.

*Duke leads the others out, leaving Danny and Deborah behind at the table. Danny looks down at the papers in front of him.*

Danny: *Without looking up* So...Josef's been good to you.

Deborah: Yes, he has. He's certainly a better husband than I would have believed he could be when we were children.

Danny: *nods* I'm glad to hear that.

Deborah: He's a good man, Josef. He wants so much for our people. (Smiles) And I didn't know he knew so much about the surrounding countryside. I supposed he learned more on those hunting trips than how to spear a wild boar.

Danny: *Still hasn't looked up* I can tell you've grown fonder of him.

Deborah: Yes, I have. Danny, look at me. You're avoiding me. I can tell.

Danny: *Shakes his head* No.

Deborah: Yes. Danny...I'm still very fond of you. You're a good man, too.

Danny: *Frowns a little; he still won't look up* And I still like you. I'm afraid... *swallows hard* I already nearly lost Kathy once.

Deborah: Danny, I'm still fond of you...but as a friend, not a lover. I meant what I said about our worlds not fitting together.

Danny: *Mutters* Well, that makes one of us.

Deborah: You love that Kathy of yours, don't you?

Danny: Of course I do.

Deborah: She seemed like a very nice girl last night. Very protective of you.

Danny: I noticed that.

Deborah: She loves you, Danny. I think she's a bit jealous of me.

Danny: I had to tell her what I did... *finally looks up; his face is flushed* Oh...

Deborah: (Nods) She certainly has reason to be. (Sighs) I saw the way your eyes lit up when you spoke of her. You truly love her, don't you?

Danny: *Nods* Yes, I do, *looks away again* but... *mutters* I can't get over you.

Deborah: (She shrugs) You'll understand when Josef's feeling better. Maybe it would help if you talked to him.

Danny: I hope so.