Zora - Two Steps From Hell

ZORA



Cast Breakdown

Ethan Roan: late twenties, with an old soul. Fierce, fairly tall, strong, and careful with his feelings. Fisherman and artist. Plain clothes of a sailor.

Zora Krum: mid twenties. The heart and soul of the town. Mediterranean complexion, dress with dark colors and reds.

William Roan: Ethan's father. A broken man, ruled by grief from the loss of his wife. Late fifties. Old worn clothes.

Farland Krum: Zora's father. The mayor. Patrician and proud of it. Intimidating. He is separate from the town and admired or hated for it. Early fifties. Plump wearing a fine woolen suit.

Alan Krum: Zora's brother. His father's assistant. Spineless, but not without redemption. Early twenties. Skinny build, medium height. Suit is slightly too big.

Peter Green: Ethan's best friend. Voice of the people. A sailor. late twenties. Tall. plain clothes of a sailor.

Roy Douglas: The local shipbuilder. A powerful man. Mid-thirties. Good looking with glasses and with an extraordinarily fine suit. has a slight limp.

Owen Filmore: Fisherman. Kind and friendly.

Alena Filmore: Owens wife.

Chorus: variously fishermen, sea-wives, city people, a gallery owner, a pastor, constable, a policeman, a French woman, lackeys, vagrants and a wharf rat







Time and place A far removed fishing village in Maine. 1939.

A row of women sit on the edge of a quay, feet dangling above the harbor, heads on each others' shoulders, dozing in the silver light. As the rays of the sun break through the clouds and touch the women, one livens. They sing out to water. These are the sea wives, waiting for their husbands. The sound of a ship’s horn wakes the other women, who join the song, filling out the sound. Then, a masculine round of the verse begins, and here come the men, returning. It's a gray village, but the life-force of the people is exhilarating.

SOUND OF THE SIRENS.

When the light falls on my shoulder And the wind blows through my hair When the long days are finally over And we all pretend that we don't care

We are young now, but we're old souls And we live by the shining blue sea And the tall waves are rolling Roll away we are free

And we wait for the men Who are borrowed by the sea Never lost not afraid Well they will come back to me

The tide is rising and the ships are coming home Head to the highlands Singing a melody we all play our role The sound of the sirens The sound of the Sirens

Well the last thing I remember Is daylight turning black And the cold days of December Straight ahead no going back

And we sail to the sun As it's swallowed by the sea Never lost not afraid As the sirens beg and plead

The tide is rising and the ships are coming home Head to the highlands Singing a melody we all play our role The sound of the sirens

The sound of the Sirens

ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah

Its sunrise on the ocean And its high time that we came home Its a feeling just a notion That better days are down the road

And we sail to the sun As it's swallowed by the sea Never lost not afraid As the sirens beg and plead

The tide is rising and the ships are coming home Head to the highlands Singing a melody we all play our role The sound of the sirens The sound of the Sirens The sound of the Sirens The sound of the Sirens



In the midst of the reunions Ethan shakes the hand of his best friend Peter Green. Peter is tall and strong like Ethan. They work together on Ethans fathers old boat. Peter is more light hearted and care free. Ethan has the weight of the world on his shoulders.

Peter: Ethan, I think we are in good shape. We can get the rest tomorrow. I, for one need a breath of fresh air, if you get my meaning.

Ethan: I don't know. Think I'll just sit here a while. Got something I'm trying to figure out.

Peter: C'mon buddy. I don't want drink alone. I'll turn into one of those old trolls, babbling to myself, before you know it. (Pointing towards the tavern)

Ethan: Give me a few minutes Peter.

Peter: Ok. Don't fall in.

Peter gives Ethan a small friendly nudge and goes with the others into the local fisherman's bar. Ethan has a quiet intensity. He sits on the quay to watch the horizon, tossing a penny up and down.

A window opens in a row-house behind him, and Zora Krum looks down. Zora is landlocked, a wealthy girl with a free spirit, energy and confidence. She loves Ethan's ancient soul. She sneaks up behind Ethan. She chides him about the penny.

Zora: The way the wish works, Ethan, is you drop your penny into the harbor.

Ethan: Can’t afford to throw good copper into the sea, then, can I, Zora Krum?

Zora: Oh silly. If you were any more serious, you'd be my father. Maybe a wish come true is worth one penny, Ethan?

Zora pokes Ethan's shoulder playfully. Ethan eeks out a slight smile. Zora flirts with him the way a girl flirts with her first love, boldly and earnestly without any sense of selfpreservation. He’s playful but careful not to encourage anything too direct. Zora’s capacity for full-blown blind storybook love is a liability, but, ultimately, that’s why Ethan, the town, and the audience love her. Nobody who has dealt with any of the vicissitudes of life would leap into feeling as openly as Zora. She joins him on the quay, tying on her apron to go to work at the bar.

Ethan: Don't you have some duties at the capitol with El Presidente?

Zora: If you are referring to my father, I have to tell you that I am not laughing. Come in to the tavern and I'll get you something to eat.

Ethan: What does Farland have to say about your job at the tavern anyway? It's not exactly in line with your family lineage.

Zora: One thing you should know about me Ethan, is I am my own boss. I'm not daddy's little girl lying in wait for my next instructions. I might be the next mayor, for all you know.

Ethan: Oh I get that Zora. I like that about you. You're like one of the guys.

Zora: Am I know? (Smiling and posing a bit)

Ethan: (feeling a little uncomfortable) Well, you know what I mean.

They are interrupted by the arrival of Roy Douglas, a wealthy unmarried man, the local shipbuilder, who has come to see her father for business. Roy is a little older, good looking and confident with a slight limp.

Roy: Nice to see you this fine afternoon Miss Krum. I was wondering if you could take me up to see your father. I know he prefers when his guests are announced.

Zora: Oh yes, of course, Mr. Douglas. He's probably in the study, but I'll take you.

Roy: I am very grateful.

He motions for Zora to take his arm. Zora refuses and politely accompanies him into the house to see her father, though she would much rather sit on the quay with Ethan. She glances back at Ethan, who is watching carefully. Zora is her father's daughter and knows how to behave with decorum around company.

Alone on the quay, Ethan helps some of he other sailors with the boats. Owen Filmore's boat sits next to Ethan's. He seems preoccupied by something.

Owen: Ethan, Can you give me a hand carrying this? I need some more ice, then I gotta go through her again.

Ethan: What ails Owen?

Owen: I can't put my finger on it. She just feels off. When I pull her to the left, she makes this noise. Its like a low creak. It can feel a vibration under my feet.

Ethan: Sounds like the rudder

Owen: Yeah I checked.

Ethan: Its a different beast than your old mans boat, that's for sure.

Owen: Yeah, more of a donkey than an old war horse.

Ethan: (smiling) Thats one way to put it.

They continue cleaning and rigging along with various others. Peter Green exits the tavern with a giant tanker of ale, spilling liquid as he walks.

Peter: Nothing like a little nourishment after a couple days stuck with you guys. You fellas need to learn how to enjoy life.

Owen: I prefer to enjoy my life through a clearer lens, Peter. I've this lady to take care of, and one at home. Thats good enough for me.

Peter: Two fine ladies. A toast to fine ladies!

Owen: (quietly) To fine ladies.

Peter: A toast, to the sea!

Peter hands the ale to Owen.

Owen: The sea!

Owen takes a swig and hands it to Ethan.

Peter: Mirror of the sun!

Ethan hands the ale to Peter without drinking.

Ethan: The wicked heart of rain!

Peter: The wicked what??? What kind of a toast is that, Ethan? (Laughing)

Ethan: A sailors toast.

Owen: Ok Ethan. Don't let it get you down bud. You still got your teeth. (Patting Ethan on the back)

Peter: And your hair. (Smiling)

They sing as they finish off their work, trading lines and singing the chorus together. Various sailors play percussion on barrels and jaw harp.

SAILING MAN.

the Sun Comes Up it makes no sound it fills your heart when there's no one around seven days I've followed the wind I see no end but I won't give in oh I won't give in

the world is flat the world is round it's been too long get my feet on the ground but it's a life I would not trade it may be dark but I'm not afraid oh I'm not afraid

CHORUS we are the sea we ride it's wake we feel the force every step we take

into the sun around the world gotta get back and see my girl beautiful so much color setting sail to the great blue yonder

the great blue yonder

big blue deep wind wont sail Sailor speaks of a serpents tail seabirds sing and take to flight fly away in fading light In the fading light

CHORUS

BRIDGE when the stars fall from flight dead suns and worlds collide

trans +2 going home with my brothers in the face of stormy weather I'm not brave but I'm not bothered a sailing man just like my father just like my father

CHORUS 1

Ethan is about to exit when Zora emerges from the house again.

Zora: Ethan, you're not going home so early?

Ethan: I need to check on the old man. Looks like you've got your hands full anyway.

Zora looks behind at her house, where she just took Roy, getting Ethan's meaning.

Zora: Oh no. I am just.... It's not that at all. I would never. I am no shipbuilders wife. I love music, art, my freedom. I don't care about money and status or any of that. I think I would die after a week of parlor room chatter.

Ethan: I might not be as bad as you think.

Zora: No Ethan, it's not for me. Someday I'll live in a small house on a hillside surrounded by trees and birds. I won't wear a watch or even any shoes. I will just live and ...love...

Zora looks at Ethan and is unable to hide her feelings for him. Her open heart is both her charm and a liability.



Ethan: Let me stop you right there. Jesus Zora, you have everything and a good life awaits. You can't just throw that all away and harp on silly fantasies. They don't exist in the real world. There is your world, the world of Farland Krum, and there is mine. You'll be happy living a comfortable life and there's nothing wrong with that.

Zora: No you are wrong Ethan. Things are never just black and white and I know more about the world than you think. Why are you trying to push me away? Am I that awful? I don't understand you Ethan Roan.

Ethan: Maybe I'm just looking out for you. I've known you a long time Zora and I wouldn't want to see you dragged down.

Zora: Have you ever known me to be dragged down?

Ethan: Couldn't stand to see that happen, Zora.

Zora pauses and looks up at her fathers house.

Zora: Lets forget about all that. I have a new a LP I've been playing on my dads phonograph. It's Django Reinhardt. You must hear it!

Farland Krum emerges from his house, with his hands full of paperwork, to call Zora in to help. Ethan walks away when he sees him.

Ethan: Maybe later Zora.

Farland: Don't you have better things to do my Dear?

Zora: Yes Daddy. Can I get you and Mr. Douglas some tea? (rolling her eyes and curtsying)

Farland: Zora. I just want what's best for you. Ethan Roan is a deadbeat. Like father like son. You would do well to trust my judgement on this.

Farlands eyes follow Ethan like a hawk.

Zora: You're right Dad. I do have better things to do.

Zora begins to walk away.

Farland: I think you can do better than half starved fishermen, Zora. Thats is all I am saying.

Zora: He is more than that. He is strong and works hard. He is kind. He is a painter. Bet you didnt know that Pop!



Farland: I know a great deal about many things Zora and there is nothing of interest coming from over there. I can tell you that without pause. My years of experience lends me a unique perspective on the world.

Zora: I need to get to work dad.

Zora leaves. Ethan can be seen in the distance. Farland eyes him suspiciously. He sings, revealing a bitter hatred for Ethan and his father.

FAMILY

do you know I'm listening? do you know I'm watching you? I'm not fooled by young and pretty faces they can never hide the truth

you think that you're an island I think that you're a simple fool like your cursed father you're just trouble I can see the dark in you

PRECHORUS painting skies and dreamy eyes you think that you are something stay away from my daughter you could never be part of the family

tell me what you're hiding where you go when darkness falls young man you had better keep your distance I'll tell you when your curtain calls

CHORUS Because I alone decide The fate of man and child The darkness down the road The four winds that blow I control the storm That tears apart your home that fills your days with dread the promise of a future

verse instr.

PRECHORUS

painting skies and dreamy eyes you think that you are something stay away from my daughter you will never have her you will never have her you could never have her

CHORUS The burning mountainside The ravens learn to fly The ancient willows weep harboring the shadow I control the storm That tears apart your home Lay your soul to waste Dancing on your mothers grave

better watch your back now don't walk into an angry mob or follow love blindly to the shadows I'll be there waiting



By the time the song is finished, it should be clear that Farland is a cruel, egotistical and dangerous person. At this point Farlands disdain for Ethan is clear, but his reasons are not.



Ethan paints a giant sea storm. He is shirtless with paint on his hands. He paints big brushstrokes, but does so with care and delibaration. Ethan's dad, William observes from outside. The painting morphs to dark animations that tell the story. Five years earlier, William left Ethan's mom alone and went out to sea, as he often did. When he returned she had died of a high fever. William cannot forgive himself. He feels his love of the sea destroyed his one true love. William sings with a rough weathered voice, narrating the animation. (Perhaps stylistically something like the Deathly Hallows animation in HP 7)

BLACK WIND.

the last glimpse of you is gone the wind starts to blow and I am alone

the day that I left you there a scarlet ribbon in your hair the sea singing it's song the sea singing

CHORUS the black wind of death for ships made of bone night is falling I hear you calling a thousand miles from hom

the wound is deeper than the sea A wind that parts the trees Like swallowing a stone

and yes I'd have died for you I'd fall to ruin fading like a rose A final kiss

CHORUS

into the dark I sail some things time won't heal I come to you

CHORUS MUSIC

the storm it brings me back to the start a life worlds apart



At the end, Ethan has stopped painting and joins his father. He brings him a blanket. William sees that he is being watched and it embarrasses him to be caught. William smiles sadly at his son.

William: I was off again, was I?

Ethan: No da, you were only singin' to yourself.

Ethan wraps the blanket around Williams shoulders.

William: Don't get the wrong idea, son. I love it when you paint. It brings me to another place. It's just sometimes that place is pretty dark and I get trapped there. It's nothing to do with you. Judging by this one, you're feeling a bit dark yourself.

William points to the storm that Ethan is painting. William is often distracted and lost in grief for his wife, but has moments of lucidity often enough to make their life together bearable. They go in the house. It is a simple poor place, but not without charm. Ethan

disappears and William drags some of Ethan's paintings from the cupboard and begins to hang them. Ethan enters and discovers that William has hung a few paintings that Ethan tried to throw away.

Ethan: So now you're putting all this crap up on the walls?

William: C'mon son. You know it's not crap. You can't be that critical of your work. Its a reason for living, as far as I can tell. You just like to make a fuss.....like your mom. She was so proud of your art. I really miss her.

Ethan: Me too Dad.

William: Yes, but you have a life to live. You have so much potential. Don't let the old man drag you down. I've got nothing else to put up on these walls anyway. Its either these or Readers Digest.

Ethan: Get some sleep Dad. I'll be fine.

William picks through the paintings. He studies a particular one.

William: I guess they remind me of better times.

Ethan: Better times? Yes I remember too. It's close to five years now dad. Five years you've been milling about. Five years I've been hoping for a better life for you and me. Every time I think things are looking up, something bad happens and it's like we're starting over again.

William: Five years already? Hmmm.

Ethan: Sleep will cure all Dad.

William: There s a cure for you too Ethan. She has long black hair and smells like spring.

Ethan: I know Dad. I know.

William: So what are you doing here with me? (Walking away) Good night son.

Ethan looks through the paintings. He takes a picture of Zora he has painted and throws it back in the pile with the other discarded paintings.

Ethan goes walking. He stops at a wall in the center of town and throws a rock against it. There seems to be some attachment to this particular locale. He continues walking and ends up at the tavern.



...a father-daughter conversation in the Krum house about Mr. Douglas. Farland sits in his throne like chair. Zora stands.

Farland: Zora, I would never try and doom you to a bad life. I am saying this for your sake.

Zora: I don't need anyone to tell me who to love. I can be happy can't I?

Farland: Is that what this is all about? You don't seem so happy to me. You're 27 and working in a bar. A tavern full of ill reputes. It's so beneath you.

Zora: It's not beneath me. The people make me happy. You should try understanding the people that you represent. Most of them are hard working, good people. I see good in everyone.

Farland: There is bad too. You should be more careful who you trust. Zora. You come from great lines and it's time to step into your rightful place. You will marry Mr. Douglas and thank me one day.

Zora: Why can't I marry whom I choose? Why do you care so much? I am the one who has to live my life. What about mom? She was just a regular person like me. You married her.

Farland: And your mom was weak and ran away when we all needed her.

Zora: .... (softly) maybe she just wasn't happy.

Farland: I loved your mom. I married her, even though I knew she was a traveller, a gypsy. But Zora, it was a mistake.

Zora: Am I mistake? You wish I wasn't born?

Farland: Of course not my dear! Thats not what I meant. Not at all. You mean everything to me. I am just speaking practically. I am speaking from a position of responsibility. Your mom and I were too different. Our worlds were irreconcilable.

Zora: I don't love Mr. Douglas!

They are interrupted by knock at the door. ALAN KRUM, her brother, has come to tell Farland that a business associate needs his attention.

Alan: You have a visitor.

Alan lingers a moment. We can never tell which side Edward is on. Alan is somewhat small and lacks the spark of his sister. He’s petulant, a mini-Farland, with none of Zora’s soul, but he shows glimpses of compassion. Farland exits.

Alan: He is a great man, you know. I dont always agree with him or even like him, but you would do well to listen once in a while. He's just watching out for you.

Zora: Butt out Farland Jr.

Alan: You should watch how you talk to me and Dad. Maybe you should learn how to recognize your superiors.

Zora: I bow to you King Of Constantinople, ruler of tin can alley! I'll bet I can still whoop you, little brother. (now smiling)

Stalemate between siblings. Below the window, the sound of bar-flies. They both watch as people come and go. A pair of lovers kissing and touching from streetlamp to streetlamp, a group of friends playing some inscrutable card game, slapping each other on the back.

Zora: Let's take a walk. You should get out more Alan.

Scene changes to Farland and Roy Douglas in Farland's study.

Roy: So what will our price be on that pine?

Farland: It's more than I thought, but still it's not bad. We can bring our profits up another 5-10% I think.

Roy: What's the quality like? If we are going to continue using pine in the hull, it has to be solid. I am already on the edge and we need to maintain a certain standard. That last lot was a pretty bad. No one minds pine for the mast, but down below is another matter. This town was built on solid oak ships with double re-inforcement and teak decks.

Farland: You are using quite a bit of oak, yes? It costs us a pretty penny. No one can expect us to build a vessell the way they did 50 years ago. Its just not feasible.

Roy: I am with you Farland. I just want to proceed with caution.

Farland: Empires are built with ingenuity and courage, Roy. You just let me lead the way and you'll be selling vessels all the way down to Connecticut before we are through.

Roy: As long as they all don't sink into the sea. We've had a few go down.

Farland: Mehh. You worry too much. We don't know what happened with those ships. Damn drunks probably sent them straight into the point.

Roy: What matters is what the people believe and that worries me.

Farland: You let me take care of the people.

Roy: Yeah. Al right. How is Zora these days? I don't think she likes me very much.

Farland: Nonsense Roy. She just gives that impression. She's a strong one. She asks about you.

Roy: Does she really?

Farland: Of course Roy.

Alan and Zora enter the tavern. People cheer as she enters. Zora lights up.

Drunk 1: Zora, get me a double!

Zora: Get it yourself Magpie! I'm off the clock tonight.

Alan: I'll have a drink. This place is only tolerable after I've got a few in me.

Zora: C'mon little brother. There's more to life than an empty bottle.

Alan: There you go again with your dime store advise.

Zora: I guess that's my gift. (Smiling)

Ethan sits in the corner with Peter.

Peter: Ethan, Just go over there and talk to her. That's what the tavern is for. Bringing people together.

Ethan: She is with her brother. I like it when she's alone. It's easy. I prefer to stay away from her family.

Peter: Alan is alright. He's nothing like his dad.



Ethan: I know. He used to make me laugh in school, but things are less funny these days.

Peter: Drink more. Worry less. Or we could go and talk to the Sutter twins!

Ethan: You go and talk to the Sutter girls and I'll admire from afar.

Farland enters. His disdain for the people is clearly visible, under the pleasantries he exchanges. He has come to talk to Zora, a mask of care and kindness, to make his final point. Ethan's eyes meet Zora's. Zora looks away, distracted by her father. Ethan is discouraged.

Farland: How are you daughter?

Zora: I am just fine Father.

Farland: I really do think highly of you my dear. You have a strength in you that I admire. You are beautiful and smart and a catch for any man. I know you have feelings for Ethan Roan, but that path is not for you. It is no secret that I never liked his dad, but it is more than that. Those people are poison.

Zora: I think I can recognize poison. I'll admit that I have had doubts about Ethan, but in the end, he is the only man I believe in. Sometimes when I am with him I feel so strong. He makes me happy, even when he is sulking.

Farland: Have I ever told you what William Roan did on the Fourth of July, all those years ago?

Zora: Yes dad and honestly I don't think he meant to... You really can hold a grudge, Dad. What's that got to do with Ethan anyway?

Farland grabs Zoras hand suddenly.

Farland: We should grab that table in the corner.

The two sit down and Farland stares at Zora with an almost scary determination and begins to tell her a story about Ethan. In truth Farland only suspects Ethan of this crime (and has no proof), but he tells Zora otherwise. Dark low music begins. he murder theme plays, but there is no singing.

Farland: Since the beginning of time, there has existed a line that we as people must never cross. Once we cross this line, the way is lost forever. As the mayor of this town, I am privy to certain knowledge from time to time. I live with this burden and it can be very difficult at times. When it comes to your future, I have to draw the line somewhere. It's murder. That's where we draw the line.

Zora: Murder? What are you talking about?

Farland: The dead boy last year. The one killed late at night downtown. Samuel Warren. Ethan killed him. The sheriff confided in me, that they know it is Ethan, but do not have enough proof for a trial. I took a look and it is clear. Ethan was seen arguing

with the boy that night and there is a lot more evidence which I can't discuss. After the murder, there was look on Ethan's face that spoke volumes to me. He did it. You must stay clear of him. That boy is your doom.

Zora: I don't believe you. That must be a mistake!

Zora raises her voice. Ethan watches the two arguing from afar, noticing Zora's suspicious glances in his direction.

Farland: You can honestly tell me you didn't notice something different in him after the incident?

Zora: No. I .... don't know....

Farland: (singing) Its murder, murder. Thats where we draw the line.

Zora stands and exits, exchanging tense stares with Ethan. She is clearly upset. Farland sits with a sinister smile, gazing upon his inferiors. Zora is shaken by the accusation, but in her heart does not believe it can be true. She runs down the quay.

Ethan stands and pats Peter on the back.

Ethan: I'm going to hit the road Peter. I'm not feeling so great.

Peter: What's with you and Zora? Did something happen?

Ethan: I don't know Peter. There's always been something between us. We have a connection, but there is something else. Something keeps us apart.

Peter: I think I have an idea what that might be.

Ethan: The thing is, I think she's better off without me. Sometimes I think there is chance we could make it. That I could make her happy, but then something always gets in the way.

Peter: Well I think you'd be rescuing here from that pompous ass of a father

Ethan: Or condemning her to worse?

Ethan goes for a long walk, hoping to run into Zora. Eventually, he ends up in front of Zora's house. He sees Zora's silhouette walking and then dancing in her room. The music of Django Reinhardt wafts from Zora's window. He sings:



ZORA.

would you talk to me? unlift the veil I can see you're lonely yes I can tell you don't laugh any more you don't cry for me I never thought you were just a fantasy Zora

CHORUS between you and I there's something I don't know secrets confiding in your heart alone

outside your window I can see your hands moving like an angel playing in the band and then you seem to freeze at the site of me and I don't know if it's fear or something else you see Zora

CHORUS

BRIDGE still I have hope for you we will fly far away far away

and I will be brave I will be bold I'm not afraid to see what will unfold if there is time I'll rescue you you are the face of everything that's true

would you talk to me? unlift the veil



Ethan's house. William sleeps on the sofa, curled up in a ball. Ethan sits beside him, watching the window. Ethan sits up in his chair, startled.

Ethan: (talking to himself) Ghost in the window. Never mind. It's only your own face, Ethan.

Then there is a knock. He's scared out of his wits but would rather meet a ghost than sit and cower, so he steps outside. When it’s Zora who comes around the corner of the

house, Ethan’s relief is immediate. Caught off guard, he accidentally reveals the warmth of his true feelings for her. Zora is surprised at the sudden swinging open of the door.

Ethan: Thought you were a ghost yourself, little banshee, ah? Kind of nice to see you. Was just staring at the old man and wondering how he can snore like that.

Zora: Ethan, Sam Warren....Did you kill him?

Ethan: What?

Zora: Something I heard. I had to ask.

Ethan: Killed a man! Killed a man?! Because I'm a dirty sea-rat can’t afford a pennywish, I must be the murdering kind, is that it! Is that it, then, Zora Krum?! What is wrong with you? One minute you are my friend, the next you are venomous snake.

Zora: I'm sorry. I never believed it for a second Ethan, but it was so crazy, I couldn't stop myself from coming here. Why would anyone think that?

Zora moves out into the yard. Ethan follows.

Ethan: Who told you that?

Zora: Never mind. I can't say. I don't want to start any more trouble. I just.. I just wanted to warn you, to protect you.

Ethan: From what? From who? I don't need protection Zora Krum. Why are you here?

Zora: I love you, you fool. I am confused. We should be together. I don't understand what divides us.

Ethan: It is not your job to love me and I don't know why you do, you stupid girl. You come over here, call me a murderer and then say you love me? Are you losing your marbles?

The sound of thunder. They're about to be caught in a squall.

Ethan: Christ you can't go home in this.

They move inside.

Here, she sees the real, full picture of what it is to live without the mayor's wealth. It's a warm house but the hardship is clear. William has woken and glad for a guest, he makes tea. Acutely ashamed of the gritty details of his house, the threadbare things, the lack of a woman's touch, his wreck of a father, Ethan sulks. Zora takes it in stride,

realizing how little she actually knows of Ethan, glad to absorb every detail, understanding Ethan's hesitancy better now.

Zora: Hello Mr. Roan. Nice to see you.

She discovers the paintings, and then the painting of herself. She holds up the painting.

Zora: Is this me?

Ethan: Are ya diggin' through my garbage? Course it's not you, and anyway that's meant for the landfill, it's worth nothin'.

Zora: “Worth nothin?”

He tries to take the painting from her, and she won't let go. There is a bit of a physical struggle, and the canvas rips. She's stung. He's touched by how stung she is.

Zora: (softly) I am not a girl. I am not such a girl as you keep tellin' it.

Ethan: Oh banshee. I know... only it's easier to think of you that way, isn't it...

Suddenly, the unspoken thing between them is sharply present.

Zora: Don't throw away your paintings. Don't.

Ethan: Then you take em. They are memories, and I cannot afford such a fine thing as that. I think they make the old man looney anyway.

Fiercely, she tugs the painting away from his grasp and sets to work mending it.

Zora: I will take them. They need a guardian. Look at these. I haven't seen your pictures in a while. Ethan, these are... (Shaking her head) I can't carry the big ones. Has anyone ever even seen these?

Ethan: Just the old dodger.

Zora: What does he say? He must be proud. They are just so beautiful.

Ethan: He says they are pretty good, but I don't know. I am never happy. Most of the time, I hate them, but sometimes I feel like I am close... to something.

Zora: You are Ethan. You are.



WHAT ARE WE WAITING FOR.

E. day after day I feel the cold the words of love are never told and on this island I'm stranded

Z. day after day I feel your soul but then my doubts have taken hold and I can hardly stand it

B. a life far from you would break me in two

CHORUS should have been daring should have been stronger memories fading take me to your door should have been careless how did it come to this? what are we waiting what are we waiting for?

E. something strange keeps you away but there is hope itʼs in your face a hope that cannot shatter

Z. the boy I know he comes and goes he is the wind a beautiful sin and I don't know what I'm feeling

B. a life far from you would break me in two

CHORUS should have been braver should have been stronger memories fading take me to your door should have been listening how did it come to this? what are we waiting what are we waiting for?

BRIDGE this is the last time I run away I long to tell you secrets unveil you there is no ending never divided love is ascending lovers united when will you open the door? what are we waiting for?



In the course of the song, he approaches her, touches her hair. She turns to him. With the end of the song, the long-awaited first kiss, very gentle. William brings the tea in,

confirming that whatever transcends tonight will be PG-13. They'll wait out the storm together, the three of them, but the tone is distinctly different now. Defenses are down, and they've let each other in. The three sit at the table. Three cups of tea, sugar pot is empty. They exchange looks. A tender, tenuous but emotionally fulfilling moment that earns the trials and tribulations we'll put them through later.



Rain-washed morning. Women wait on the quay, a mirror of the show’s opening, but its morning and tone is different. One woman sobs and the rest are grief-stricken. An elated Zora flies in, changed. It's only the next morning, but she's wiser than she was yesterday. She trips over her own feet, carrying a bundle of paintings that she can't quite keep hold of. Seeing the women, the skip in her step dies. Zora pauses to see what the crying is about.

Sea Wive 1: It's the sirens. These waters are doomed. They go out and one day, the sea takes its due.

Sea Wive 2: We don't know anything. The storm wasn't that bad. They could be up in the North Bay. We just need to stay calm. This is not the first time this has happened.

Sea Wive 3: Shelby made it back late last night and he said the tides were pretty bad.

Zora: Have we sent anyone out looking? They've been gone all night?

Sea Wive 1: Be careful Zora Krum. You and Ethan Roan keep it up, and this will be you someday. This is what it's like for the ones who go out on the water. It's life and death.

Sea Wive 2: Ok Ok. Yes Zora. We are out looking. Should know something soon.

Sea Wive 1: We don't need the daughter of the mayor telling us what to do, Zora. Our fate is not some fancy affair. It's real and it's not pretty.

Zora: I am the farthest thing from my father. You know me. You know I'm trying to help.

Alena Filmore: What I know is the storm. Thats the rhythm of my life. The storm is and has always been my fate. And now I fear it's Owens as well.

Zora: Alena, I am sorry. I am going to get Ethan. We can take his boat. We can't just sit here.

Alena Filmore: Zora, thank you. I know you mean well, but I can't. I can't face it.

Acknowledging both Zora’s recent entry into love and the deaths at sea, the women sing to her of what she can expect now she’s thrown her heart Ethan’s way. They sing

THE STORM

Face the violence of the storm Oh the terrible roar The night has passed in to the morn The dark has fallen to the dawn

What do we do to change our fate? Caught in the eye of the storm What if your life is suddenly lost? What will I do when you're gone?

Love, I try not to feel Life, is fragile as a spark I pray that tonight you survive And hope will bring you back alive

When I was young, I looked at your face I knew that your heart was strong What if the ships were swept away? I'll never believe that you're gone

A force of nature The sirens calling To die, to die, oh oh oh to die

Face the violence of the storm Oh the terrible dawn Love if only you could feel Life is fragile as a spark



Zora goes home. She hears her dad at the front of the house and sneaks around back. and with care, she deposits the paintings in a spot by the wall, to retrieve later, enters to find....

....Her brother, Alan, waiting in her room. He glares at her.

Alan: Where have you bin sis?

Zora: Out. My head is spinning. Did you hear?

Alan: Hear what? That you are chasing Ethan round like a floozie. Disregarding your father and embarrassing yourself?

Zora: No. One of the ships didn't make it back. Filmore's rig. And yes I was with Ethan. I know we have our differences, but I thought you were on my side. What do you have against him?

Alan: Nothing. I always liked Ethan, but you act like you are not the daughter of the mayor, that you don't care about your family. Where is your dignity?

Zora: I'm sorry for your pampered existence. You are missing out on a whole world. It's a wonderful world and it's passing you by Alan. There is real happiness and love out there. It's a hard life, but its real.



Meanwhile, on the quay below, the sound of women wailing and a fight has broken out, perfectly contradicting Zora’s point.

Alan: Yeah. Really awful! Is that the better life you crave? Save your half baked speeches for the tavern. Don't you want something more than this place, Zora?

Zora: I want to see the world Alan, but this place is my home. I don't know if I could stay away for good.

Someone below spits out a tooth.

Brawler 1: Another piece of crap Douglas ship sleeps with the fishes. Your boss is a crook, a charlatan.

Brawler 2: You don't know anything, you bum.

Brawler 1: You're the bum. Lookey here everyone. This old fart's got no teeth left!

Brawler 2: Bite your tongue or Ill bite if for ya.

Farland has stepped outside to silence the brawl, and in so doing, discovers the paintings leaning against the wall. He recognizes the painting of his daughter, and he recognizes the signature in the corner. A look of shock and recognition of Ethan's talent can be seen in his face. Ethan signs his paintings with only an R, which looks remarkably like a K. Farland studies each painting closely. He traces the R twice and ponders.

Alan joins his father, presumably to tattle on his sister, and Farland speaks first.

Farland: What are these doing here? Are these Ethan's?

Alan: I think so Dad.

Farland: Son, you've always had a talent for art, haven't you?"

Alan looks at the paintings and then looks at Farland wit an odd look of surprise. They conspire.



A new day. Mourners on the quay have just departed a funeral. The group naturally divides along class-lines, with Zora and Ethan on opposite sides.

Farland: Zora, You will stand by me. I must maintain some sense of order and dignity at this unfortunate event. We need to stand together as a family.

Zora: OK dad. It's so sad. I can't believe it.

Farland: Hello Roy.

Roy: Farland. Zora.

Ethan’s friend Peter articulates the class tension, noting that his side of the line shoulders a disproportionate burden of grief in this town, while pointedly looking at Roy Douglas, who stands beside Zora. He begins in a seemingly harmless lighthearted manner.

Peter: Ethan, What's the word I'm looking for? Betty Boo? Philly Who?

Ethan: Are you kidding me? It's a funeral Peter.

Peter: No, I mean that funny word, when it's familiar.

Ethan: Deja Vu. It's French.

Peter: That's it. This is all so damn familiar. It's always us poor folk who get the axe. How many times have we all been here? It didn't use to be this way. Your dad's ship, mine. Those old birds could take it and dish it out. Since when did the sea get so much angrier and more vengeful? We are losing the battle.

Ethan: Maybe we should just cool down? This is not the place to talk about this stuff, Peter. I think they want to start the service.

Peter: No way Ethan! I gotta let it all out.

Peter steps up on a rock. Speaks to the crowd.

Peter: Here we are again. Those of us that work for a living burying the dead. While all you folk (pointing to the people on the other side) just standing there watching, like it's a ball game. You all talk about the sea gods and sirens. I say BULL. We've got ships going down all the time and it's not the old timers. It's the new ships. It's the Douglas vessels. And no one says a damn thing. No one mentions that we go into life long debt to buy these glorified rowboats. We are being put into an early grave by all of you. (pointing again) These were my friends. (Pointing to the graves). They were born on the sea. There is something very wrong here. We've been feeling it for a while. I call for an investigation!

Poor folk and drunks begin to cheer and get rowdy.

Peter: Who's with me?

Poor folk cheer.

Ethan reaches up and gives Peter a hand down.

Ethan: Ok man. You said it. I think you may have gone a little overboard. I'm no fan of Roy Douglass either, but they are going to call the cavalry.

Peter: Look at him. He's pretty calm considering what I just said.

Ethan: He is always like that. I can't believe Owen is gone. He was a good sort. He never really trusted his rig either. Was always on about something being off. I think it's obvious they don't make them the way they used to. No big surprise.

The pastor raises his hands to quiet everyone down and begins the service.

Ethan exchanges glances with Zora, who looks distraught but eeks out a tiny smile.

Farland: Pastor, Before you begin I would like to say a few words.

Farlands imposition here is a bit improper, and the pastor looks annoyed. Farland makes his way to the middle with a confident stride.

Farland: Owen Filmore was a strong man. A model citizen of this great town. He was one of us. And we are a single people with a single purpose. We are fine people with a great history and when life is hard or even terrible, that's when we show our true colors. That's when we stick together and overcome. This is a terrible day, but let's not go astray and recede to the dark corners of our hearts. Owen's passing shall not tear us apart. There is no one to blame here. There is only our future, which we must meet head on with courage and compassion. Roy Douglas is a pioneer of this great town and we will not assign blame to this great man. We will remember Owen for his character and not mar this day with distractions. I am in awe of all of you that wrestle with the sea

and make a living from its sometimes elusive bounty. I will always remember Owen with the utmost fondness. Pastor?

His effect on the people is calming but still they don't quite trust it. The pastor begins his sermon and the crowd settles into a dark silence. The service continues with suspicious looks being thrown around. The widow reprises the first verse of The Storm softly with Uillean pipes and strings..

THE STORM

Face the violence of the storm Oh the terrible roar The night has passed in to the morn The dark has fallen to the dawn

What do we do to change our fate? Caught in the eye of the storm What if your life is suddenly lost? What will I do when you're gone? You're gone

The widow begins collapses and is ushered away by the sea wives. As the proceedings break up, Farland approaches Ethan extending a hand.

Farland: Ethan, Why don't you come by the house a little later? I want to discuss some business with you. Perhaps there is good news amongst all of this tragedy?

Zora is across the way talking to various people, but watches Farland and Ethan cautiously.

Ethan: Business? What kind of business Farland?

Farland: Let's just say that I believe you have some undiscovered talents. Shall we say two hours from now?

Ethan: (confused) Ok. See you then.

Krum household. Ethan's paintings are propped up against the sofa. Zora sits nervously in the corner. Farland studies her intently.

Farland: So Ethan gave all of these to you?

Zora: No. I took them..... They were in the trash and..

Farland: The trash? What in God's name? What were you doing over there to begin with? .... never mind. I've decided to help Mr. Roan with his paintings. Lord knows that family could use a little charity.

Zora: Charity? I thought you liked them. You want to help Ethan. Don't you dad?

A knock at the door. Ethan enters.

Farland: Good of you to come. In the wake of this sorrow, let us have a piece of good news.

The appearance of the paintings is a surprise to Ethan given that Zora’s meant to be in possession of the paintings. Ethan looks at Zora, who can only stare into her lap.

Ethan: Good news? I can't think of any right now.

Zora looks up at Ethan mouthing "I'm sorry". Ethan is surprised by the situation but still cannot muster any ill feelings for Zora.

Farland: You probably don't know this about me, but I am a fan of the arts. And I get into the city quite often. I happen to have some connection there that could be great for you, so I may be able to sell a few of those for you. I had no idea what you were up to all these years. I am seeing you in a new light. These are so majestic and they make me feel the power of nature. I am quite impressed.

Ethan: Really. I don't know what to say Farland.

There is a turnaround in Ethan's mindset as he now sees the possibility.

Farland: I can't promise you anything, but I know you and your old man could use a few dollars. Or perhaps more than a few. Your art could be worth a good deal. I've always know you had promise Ethan.

Farland launches into

I LIKE YOU.

Ethan Roan you are an island you stand tall like a mountain and I like you

your pretty pictures could fetch a few dollars I'll tell you what I'm gonna do cause I like you

I'll be a friend or like a father

you'll always know what I'm gonna do cause I like you

in this world there are too many sharks swimming in the water and I will protect you

CHORUS nobody knows the trouble that I go through I hear the call the thundering call of truth

I'll take your pictures into the city there are people who might think they're pretty I can help you

so don't delay get back to work now just a few more that you can be proud of I will sell them for you

CHORUS nobody knows the trouble that I go through but it's a job that someone has to do

I like you

Ethan: Uh, I like you too Farland. I've got more where these came from.

Farland exchanges a look with Alan, who is looking particularly guilty. Zora senses that something is not right, if it is not already apparent after the almost humorous song. Farland targets Ethan's weakest point, proclaiming that the paintings are "worth a good deal.” It's an offer that Ethan can't refuse.

Left alone, Ethan and Zora have a tense conversation.

Zora: Ethan I didn't mean to have this happen. he found the paintings and..

Ethan: It's OK Zora. I'm feeling pretty good right now.

Zora: Ethan, I don't think it's a good idea. My father is ..... Sneaky. One minute he doesn't want me near you, now he's your best friend.

Ethan: I know that Zora, but really what do I have to lose? I am starting to look at everything a little differently. Maybe I have something to offer? Maybe I have a place in this world and we could be together?

Zora: I believe that too. I believe in you Ethan, but I am scared that this is not the way. It feels wrong. My father is very good at making everyone do what he wants. When we make a life together, I want him as far away as possible. I know he means well, but we live in different universes. And he wants to control everything.

Ethan: But I have to try. I have to do something different. What kind of man would I be if I just caved in. If I let the tides wear me down to nothing?

Zora: You wouldn't be you, I suppose. But I love you and I am afraid of what will happen when you enter my fathers world. It's not pretty.

Ethan: Is it worse than a nor'easter?

Zora: Yes. I think it might be. (Laughing)

Ethan: Is it worse than Peter Greens chili? (Taking Zora in his arms)

Zora: I believe so. (Kissing Ethan softly)

Ethan: I could be a bad man. Artist extraordinaire, media kingpin, notorious gangster.

Zora: I could be Bonnie to your Clyde.

Ethan sings with Zora's help

CAN'T COME DOWN.

this sleep life would bury me I have no choice I'll take the plea I can only dream to walk upon that ground standing in the lights I'll never come down no I won't come down

the withered rose has captured me a single night of fame could set me free fame has it's cost lies will be told if this is what it takes I'll play my role and I can't come down no I won't come down

CHORUS yes none of this was meant for me but I am fine it's like putting on a shiny new suit and calling it mine and I won't come down

I can't come down

crazy as it sounds I'm caught between the fray the corner of the world and a city far away up on the pedestal I'll proudly stand I am not the devil but I'll shake his hand and I won't come down I can't come down

CHORUS

Abruptly the scene flips, and Farland is depositing the paintings into his son's arms.

Farland: Heighdy-Ho Alan!

Alan: Dad, I'm going to drop these.

Farland: Never mind son. he can paint more!

Alan: Dad, that's just cruel. I feel bad enough as it is.

Farland: Well, you've always wanted to move to the big city. Now here's your chance. You've been doing nothing around here for far too long anyway. You will be the mysterious young artist from the north, who dazzles with his powerful images of man versus nature etc. etc... Better than the lazy son of Farland Krum.

Alan: Is that what I am? I've been doing work for you. I want be a great man.

Farland: You're right son. I think you have greatness in you. But greatness requires sacrifices and dedication. I need you to do this for me.

Alan: I don't know if I can pull this off. I'm no crook.

Farland: Who says you are a crook? We are not crooks. I am just making a decision for the greater good. Just go be the artist. You've always had in interest in seeing beyond the walls of this little town. Now here's your chance. You'll have plenty of this ...stuff to peddle.

Alan: But what's this all about? Why do you want me to do this? It's crazy. I'm not seeing the big picture father.

Farland: Its about a little game that needs to be played out. Because Ethan Roan will never be part of this family. I am going to take away the only thing that makes him

strong. I'm going to cut off Samson's hair while he's sleeping. He will ruin your sister. Ethan Roan is a bad man.

Alan: Bad man? What makes you say that? I am feeling like the bad man all of a sudden.

Farland: Never you mind that. You just go and dazzle those city folk. I have a plan and you have a part to play.

Alan: Don't know if I can.

Farland: You can. Just go to this address when you arrive in the city and I'll take care of the rest. Oh and go see Ethan before you go and tell him that I need him to paint as many of the big ones as he can. Alan, just remember that no matter what happens, you painted these. You are the artist. Only I know different. You'll need to buy some supplies to look the part.

Alan: I will do my best.

------------------ Time passes. A montage of Ethan and Zora together. Ethan paints. Zora is happy. They are lovers. Theme music from "What Are We Waiting For" plays. ------------------



The city. A babble of unfriendly voices. An art opening and Alan is the star. It is a bittersweet success.

Gallery Owner: Alan Krum is a visionary, in that he embraces the classics in a very direct manner, but incorporates wild brush strokes and hints at aspects of Modernity. Perspective seems exaggerated and more visceral, but not in a way that detracts from his enormous skill and precision of vision. The sea seems to take on different identities in his various works and what we are left with is awe and perhaps the presence of God. A first look pulls us in because of the deep colors and beauty, but a closer look reveals real emotions and an overwhelming life force. One can only imagine the childhood and adolescence that inspired such works. Enjoy the second showing of Mr. Alan Krum.

The gallery is full and applause rings out. Alan Krum raises his hand in thanks and attempts to blend into the crowd. He watches as various eccentrics parade around praising or disparaging the art. He studies the room in search of attractive women to impress with his amazing success and spots a beautiful dark haired women wearing a sparkling cocktail dress.

Alan: Hello there. What do you think?

Woman: (with French accent) I think it's good. Very good. It's provincial.

Alan: Do you come to many shows?

Woman: Oh yes. I have a gallery in Paris.

Alan: Paris? I would like to see Paris. I hear the wine is very good and the cheese.

Woman: Is that all you know of gay Paris?

Alan: I guess it is. Do you think they would like these paintings in Paris?

Woman: I don't think so.

Alan: Oh.... I thought you said they were good? Uh, I am the artist.

Woman: Oh yes I know who you are. Would you excuse me for a moment?

The woman disappears into the crowd and Alan is left wondering what just happened and feeling depressed. He wanders the crowd and receives various vulgar displays of affection from overly perfumed and fur ridden old ladies and sniveling art historians. He sings:

EVERYONE PAINTS A FACE.

this is the silver screen it's the poor man's dream we live like kings on the hill

everybody plays the game of fortune and fame tell me is it real?

ah ah

CHORUS welcome to the masquerade where everyone paints a face welcome to the masquerade where everyone paints a face

two out on the town the lights go down the ladies fix their hair

standing in the spotlight

you look just right go out and paint the town red

ah ah

welcome to the masquerade where everyone paints a face welcome to the masquerade where everyone paints a face

BRIDGE pleased to meet you don't come back maybe you'll have a heart attack maybe you'll drive your car into the water and drown

CHORUS MUSIC

this is the silver screen it's the poor man's dream we live like kings on the hill

everybody plays the game of fortune and fame tell me is it real?

ah ah

CHORUS welcome to the masquerade where everyone paints a face welcome to the masquerade where everyone paints a face

Woman: There you are. There are so many people here I know.

Alan: I thought you had left. I didn't think you wanted to talk. I'm glad you didn't leave, though.

Woman: No no I am here. But I have had too much Champagne.

Alan: Too much is never enough.

Woman: You are very different. Different from what I am used to. Different from what I see in the paintings. You must show me your studio Alan Krum. I would like to see how you work.

Alan is taken off guard.

Alan: Oh I don't. I prefer to be alone there.

Woman: It's just that I am trying to imagine you with the paint and I cannot. The way you move, your eyes. There is no pain, no dream, only something else...

She takes Alan's hands in her own.

Woman: Your hands are so clean. There is no paint. I think you are no painter Alan Krum. I know I am drunk. Please excuse me.

At this point Alan's face has turned bright red and he runs out of the room.

On the quay, Farland, smiling, gives Ethan a paltry sum of money, acting as though it's generous payment for the work of an uneducated, unknown artist.

Farland: I think it's an auspicious beginning. You should be honored that people buy your art at all in the current funk. We have to pay the gallery and there are many costs, but I think you have done well and it will surely improve.

Ethan counts it right there, a degraded and automatic gesture that betrays his lowborn status, and he knows it. He has no idea how much art is worth, so he takes Farland at his word.

Ethan: I am grateful Farland, but I was hoping for something different. I guess I was dreaming that you'd show up with hundreds of dollars. I was just dreaming as usual. I was telling Zora...

Farland: You have to build on your success young man. Paint more. Paint bigger. Be bold! Immerse yourself. This is good news. A sign of things to come.

Ethan: I'll try Farland, but I will have to spend half of this, on supplies alone.

Farland: Well there is always your fathers ship and the bounty of the sea, young man.

Farland is smiling on the inside here, sensing Ethan's unraveling.

Ethan: Is Zora here? I haven't seen here much lately.



Farland: I am sorry, but she has been very busy doing some work for me. I am sure she is still your friend. Not to worry.

Ethan scoffs at this, as Zora is his lover. A knock at the door.

Farland: It's wonderful to see you Roy!

Roy: Good day Farland. Oh hello Ethan.

Farland: Roy, Please make yourself at home in the study and I'll be along in a moment.

Roy disappears.

Farland: Ethan I am so happy. Mr. Douglas will soon be part of the family. He has asked for Zora's hand and she has accepted! Congratulate us!

In truth, Farland has made up all of this and is enjoying playing with Ethan. He has been keeping Zora away from Ethan whenever possible and is hoping that his games will destroy their bond. Ethan steps back feeling dizzy.

Zora arrives, from an errand elsewhere, on her way into the house. Ethan looks at Zora, and looks to the small money in his hand. She tries to greet him warmly.

Zora: Oh Ethan, I've missed you. There has been so much going on. I've been doing some interesting work for my father and..

Ethan: It's OK Zora. I knew this would happen. It was never meant to be. I just thought... I guess I started to hope.

Ethan exits and runs off.

Zora: Ethan wait. I don't understand.

Farland: Zora, can you come in here please?

Zora ignores Farland. Puzzled, she descends the stairs to the sand and the water. Ethan is no where to be seen. Farland follows. Cut to Ethan. He sings:

BETRAYED

How many years can we exist? Never knowing Slowly growing tired and weak How many smiles pass your cheek? Then in an instant You are doomed

What am I what am I to do? When the sun pales to the moon

Cut back to Zora and Farland.

Farland: I need you to listen to me right now. The time has come for you to get on with your life. Come back into the house my dear. Mr. Douglass would like to ask you something.

Zora: Oh no. No way. I won't. I won't.

Farland: Zora!

Zora runs off. She goes to Ethan's house. After a few knocks, William answers.

Zora: William, have you seen him. I have to talk to him.

William: He's not here Zora.

Zora: I have to tell you some things. Promise you will tell him for me? Promise you won't forget?

William: Come in. Come in. I promise. I do, my dear.

Zora moves in close to William. William looking tired and confused.

Zora: Just tell him that he is my only reason for living and we will be together.

William: Can you repeat that, I'm a little hard of hearing these days?

Zora looks confused and William smiles. William seems to suddenly emerge from a dark cloud.

William: That is very good to hear Zora. Very good. I will never forget it. He's a good boy, Zora.

Zora: I know, William. And you are a good father.

William hugs Zora.

Zora spends the next few days at the tavern, avoiding Farland.

Meanwhile Ethan has gone to the city.

Barmaid: Zora, I can finish here. Why don't you go home. You can sleep here every night.

Zora: Why not? I like it here and you can use the help? Am I right?

Barmaid: Yes, but you can't stay here forever. Where is Ethan?

Zora: I honestly don't know. My dad has made a mess of things, once again.

Barmaid: Zora, Are you sure he's really your dad?

Zora: Can't say. He's like some spawn of Poseidon and Gengus Khan!

Barmaid: You said it, not me. I think it might be true, though! (Laughing) What does that make you then? Go home Zora. Work things out with Farland. He's not someone you can ignore for long. And find Ethan. I've never known that boy to stray far.

Zora: I'll go. I'll go. But let me finish up here. You could use some rest.

Barmaid: You really are a sweetheart.

Roy Douglass enters the tavern.

Barmaid: I guess you are here for Zora.

Roy: Yes thanks.

Barmaid: Good night you two.

Roy: Hello, Zora.

Zora: Hello, Roy.

Roy: Your father is pretty worried and wishes you would come home.

Zora: So you are here to do his bidding? I guess I am not surprised as you two run this place.

Roy: No, I just share his concern. I always hoped that perhaps we could be friends.

Zora: We are friends.

Roy: Ok, then in truth, more than friends. I think you are wonderful Zora. We would make a great team.

Zora: I'm not feeling like a team player, right now. Roy, you are very nice, but I would not do well as a second wheel. My dad should have told you anyway, that my heart is somewhere else.



Roy: Yes. He should have said something..... Still I believe that we're are an ideal match. You need someone to take care of you. Someone with means.

Zora: I take good care of myself.

Roy: And yet here you are at the .... tavern. Let me take you home.

Zora: I'm not going home. Not right now.

Roy: Who is it anyway? Who has stolen the wild heart of Zora Krum?

Zora: Just one of the sailors that come and go.

Roy: Is it that Ethan, Ethan Roan?

Zora looks into Roy's eyes and senses condescension and slight anger.

Zora: It doesn't matter Roy.

Roy: It matters Zora, because someone needs to watch out for you. You need to go home and stop all this craziness. There is a much better future for you than with that one.

Zora: Oh my goodness Roy! Why is everyone trying to be just like my father? You should go. You really should. I'll go home when I'm ready. If this is a glimpse of the future you offer, I say No thanks.

Roy's face reddens and he storms out of the tavern.

Later that night Zora sneaks into her house quietly, hoping to avoid confrontation with Farland. As she moves through the hall she hears voices in the study. Zora recognizes Alan's voice. Alan has just returned. She stealthily approaches the door to eavesdrop.

Alan: I'm telling you Dad. I can't stay there. I don't fit in.

Farland: What is the problem exactly? Are they unfriendly, too sophisticated? Or are you just backing out like always?

Alan: It's everything dad. But I can't keep it up. They will figure it out. I can't pretend to be something I am not. It feels wrong.

Farland: Of course you can. It's just a little game. You are just imagining that anyone suspects anything. Just act the part that they have given you, that I have given you. Avoid confrontation and be mysterious, aloof. I need you in the city.

Alan: I can't. I'm gonna go nuts. I can't sleep. There is no one I can talk to. I feel like I am being watched. And all the while, people say they love me. As if they know me at all. They say I am brilliant and ask me questions I could never answer. And for what? I don't know why I am there.

Farland: (angrily) I told you why you are there. I need you in the city for our family. For the future of the Krum name and for your own good. Be a man and complete the task I have given you. Remember what I told you. I have a plan and you have a part to play. Don't disappoint me.

Meanwhile Zora listens intently trying to understand what they are discussing.

Alan: I did what you ask. How long am I supposed to keep up the charade. It's not right. I've come to respect Ethan's art. I looked up to him in school. He's no fool. He deserves to know what people think about his work. I am done with all of this. I am done being Ethan Roan.

Zora gasps.

Farland moves closer to Alan in an intimidating fashion.

Farland: You are done when I tell you! I will not let Ethan Roan become a success. I should have burned those paintings! We will keep him poor and as far from Zora as we can. And any chance we get, we will put a roadblock down for him and Zora. His whole family is a plague. Low class barnacles, the lot of them! He will never become part of this family. He is a low-life, a hoodlum, and...a murderer.

Farland foaming at the mouth. Alan turns white.,

Outside Zora slumps to the floor, destroyed, but still listening.

Alan: Murderer?? Where did you hear that? I never said....

Farland: Yes murderer. He is a devil! (Taking a deep breath) The murderer part is something.... In truth, it is not something I know as a fact, it is a suspicion, a feeling, but I have seen it in his eyes. I know there is something very wrong with that boy.

Alan: You kind of caught me off-guard. How did you come up with that? The murder part.

Farland: Never mind that now. I'm not going to explain my every thought. We need to do or say whatever it takes to keep him away from Zora. I will destroy Ethan Roan, if it's the last thing I do, and Zora will take her rightful place in society,

Zora: Noooooo!!

Zora's tortured yell can be heard from the hallway.

Zora runs away.into the guest house, by the water. Farland follows. He lights some candles.

Farland: Let me explain.

Zora: There is nothing to explain. There is nothing that you can say to me. Your a terrible, evil man with no conscience. How can you even look in the mirror?

Farland: I did it all for you, Zora.

Zora: No, You did it for you and your pigheaded dream of world domination, class warfare and I don't know what. You are full of hatred, evil and you don't care a bit about me. Now I know why mom ran away. Alan and I used to think it was our fault. You have no soul you rotten, fat..... pig. Stay away you monster!

Farland: That's enough! (Angrily) You will do as your told. You cannot talk to me like that! You will marry Roy Douglas.

Zora: No. I won't.

She sings:

BLOOD.

father I cannot breathe how can you not love me? I remember when you took me in your arms a child afraid of the dark and how I loved to dream now I see you laughing at my pain dancing in the dark poking at the flames

you hate your blood and break my heart I've wasted my life dreaming of bliss my fire is ice the truth is I wish you dead

all this waiting years gone missing malice bourn from you

father you're dead to me silence has come to screams if you were even half a man had a little piece of heart maybe you could see me

you hate your blood and break my heart I've jumped off a cliff veered off the road face the abyss and all that I thought I know



love was waiting in the garden how could you intrude?

blood fills my head it's spinning lost in rage it's pulling me down down to hell I'll see you there see you there

At the end of the song, Farland tries to approach. Zora receeds. Farland persists. Cornered, she grabs a bottle and breaks the end off. Farland is not deterred and approaches. Zora attacks her father with the broken bottle killing him. Blood is everywhere. Zora stands over Farland in shock. Alan enters. Zora flees.

Zora runs crying all the way to the bluffs. On a blustery cliff, now at rock bottom, Zora sings the continuation of the song Ethan sang earlier.

BETRAYED.

darkness sleeps on this street waiting there whispering things choking us turned to rust love to dust

I've seen it all go up in flames what am I what am I to say? when the ones I love betray

betray betray betrayed betrayed I'll fly I'll fly away

"I'll fly away" lyrics hints that she is going to jump.

Meanwhile Ethan is in the city, feeling like he would never go back home. He walks the wharf and Desolation Row and is confronted by a reality even worse than his own. The people seem more desperate and unhealthy than the most destitute from his home town. He sits by the water sketching the dark dilapidated buildings. He sees faces in the dark corners.

Wharf Rat: You some kind of arteest, young fella?

Ethan: I guess I am. Passes the time.

Wharf Rat: You gonna draw my likeness? I'm an important person you know.

Ethan: I can see that.

Wharf: Aw bugger you. You don't have to be mean about it. I was once somebody. But the world chewed me up and spit me out. No mercy for this fella. Got a nickel for a cup of coffee?

Ethan: Yeah. Here you go. I know that world too. I'm sorry for that. Where I come from, everything looks really different, but the world is the same everywhere.

Wharf Rat: You got a girl back there?

Ethan: If I did, I wouldn't be here with you (laughing). But I did have a girl. I did. I guess I couldn't stand seeing her become like me. I didn't want to corrupt her. She was like the sun coming up over the water. An explosion of pure light.

Ethan's face lights up.

Wharf Rat: I cant remember what that feels like. Family?

Ethan: Little bit. I've got my dad.

Wharf Rat: Nice to meet you kid. August West at your service.

Ethan: Ethan, Ethan Roan.

Wharf Rat: Well, I can tell you one thing Ethan and these words were handed down by the Lord God himself. Get the hell out of here as fast as you can. When the sun goes down the jackals will come and your old life will seem like a parade. A cocktail party.

Ethan: Where should I go?

Wharf Rat: Depends how much you got?

Ethan: Where do the artists live?

Wharf Rat: I can show you that. It's not very far. But there is a price for such information.

Ethan: Let me guess.

Wharf Rat: Wine, rum, it makes no difference.

Ethan: Ok its a deal. Show me.

Ethan wanders the art district and sees various galleries.

Wharf Rat: I think I could be a painter. I have these crazy dreams. Lots of colors.

Ethan: All you need are dreams and the rest will come.

They wander past a gallery with a picture of Alan Krum. He sees his work on the walls.

Ethan: Thanks for your help, but I need to be on my own now.

Ethan enters the gallery, wide eyed.

Gallery Woman: We are closed sir.

Ethan: That's ok. I'm going. I know the artist.

Gallery Woman: Oh, I am sorry. I thought you were in the wrong place. You know Alan?

Ethan: Yes. For most of my life.

Gallery Woman: He is quite a talent. His work is so mature and deep. They are all sold you know. It's marvelous the way he came out of nowhere and captured the hearts of us city folk. I think it might all be too much for him, but he should be really proud of what he has created. He has his own voice. It speaks to many people.

Ethan studies the plaque mounted on the wall below one of his pictures.

Ethan: And they bought all of these? At these prices?

Gallery Woman: Yes, They are all sold. I think that young Alan is going to be a rich man. Or at the very least, an oddity in a world of starving artists.

Ethan: Well good for him. Good for him. Can I look around for a few?

Gallery Woman: Be my guest.

Ethan: It's very different seeing them in this place, with the white walls and all the light. They look more finished. And the frames are pretty fancy. It puts each painting in it's own world. kind of gives each one it's own identity.

Gallery Woman: Yes. (studying Ethan with interest)

Ethan: I'll be going now. I think it's a good day. You have a fine day, mam.

Ethan leaves the gallery smiling inside. He wanders down the street, feeling light on his feet and spots the whart rat from earlier.

Ethan: You still here?

Wharf Rat: Yup. Figured I'd stick around tonight. At least until they send me home with the billy club. You look like a different man. What gives?

Ethan: It's a funny world. Sometimes happiness comes from unexpected places. A great wrong was done to me, but somehow I don't care. I've spent many years beating myself up about many things and some of that weight just lifted.

Wharf Rat: Don't know what we are talking about kind sir. Got a quarter for a hamburger?

Ethan: Why not? But I need to be on my way now. I have a life... I've got to get back.

Even if he was never known by name, he is heartened to realize that his whole soul has been recognized, and the work of his heart is worth something. It's a bitter discovery, given how it played out, but a useful one.

A montage type transition, puts him immediately back in the town, confident in himself, ready to fight for Zora. But at her door, he finds a policeman, the murdered mayor, and Alan standing aside. Various villagers mill around.

Ethan: What has happened?

Sea Wive 1: It's Farland Krum. He's dead!

Sea Wive 2: Murdered he was.

Sea Wive 1: Zora's brother saw the whole thing.

Sea Wive 2: No, he saw a man running away from the guest house.

Drunk 1: It's about time someone took care of the old bastard. Ha ha. Let's dance a jig!

Sea Wive 1: Quiet down Jimmy!

Ethan enter the house and sees Alan standing in the corner looking nervous. Ethan rushes over to him.

Ethan: What the hell happened here Alan? Where is Zora?

Alan: He killed my dad. I saw him running away.

Ethan: Who?

Alan: I am not sure, but it looked like Roy. Roy Douglas. He was running from the guest house.

Ethan: Where were you when all this happened? And where is Zora?

Alan: What's with all the questions? I just went through all this with the constable. Zora ran off when she saw Farland. (diverting his eyes away from Ethan's)

Ethan: Is that what you told the constable?

Alan: Yes.

Ethan: I'm sorry Alan, but I'm just not in the mood to trust you right now. You are sure Zora is OK?

Alan: Honestly Ethan. I don't know. She's gone. (looking Ethan in the eye).

Ethan studies Alan.

Ethan: I found out some things Alan.

Alan studies Ethan's face.

Alan: I thought as much. Ethan, I know this may be hard to believe right now, but I am on your side. And Zora's. Farland was like a magician, a conjurer. He could make you do whatever he wanted. I couldn't say no the old man. I can't explain myself. I'm so ashamed.

Ethan: Zora wasn't under any spell.

Alan: You'd be surprised the effect he had on her.

Ethan: So you are blaming what you did on Farland?

Alan: No. I wouldn't. I should be in the gallows for what I did. I feel terrible. I am sorry Ethan, but I can make it right. I've got your back and Zora's. I'll take care of everything.

Alan looks around nervously.

Ethan: I see how you've got my back. Stabbed in the back, more like it. I am getting the sick feeling like something else happened here today, than what you are saying.

Alan: Does it really matter? You and Zora can finally be together and Farland is gone.

Ethan: We need to find her now.

Constable approaches.

Constable: Alan, I have a few more questions. Privately please.

Ethan leaves to find Zora.

Constable: Alan, are you aware of any dealings between Roy Douglas and Farland?

Alan: Yes Dad was a partner in Douglas Vessels.

Constable: Really. Was this common knowledge? I don't recall ever hearing that. We found all these books just lying out in the open. Kind of odd don't you think?

Alan: Yes, that is odd. Dad usually kept those locked away. I guess he didn't get a chance this time. He and Roy were alway behind closed doors scheming about something or other. Farland didn't share much with me.

The constable turns to his deputy.

Constable: Deputy, Any word on Mr. Douglas' whereabouts?

Deputy: Not yet.

Constable: Well lets find him. These books are pretty interesting. I don't know if we have motive here or not, but someone needs to take a close look here.

Still, Zora is nowhere to be found. Ethan arrives at his house.

Ethan: Dad, have you seen Zora?

William: Where have you been? Zora came here yesterday and said that she loved you. That you two would be together. I was so happy. I thought you two had run off together.

Ethan: No Dad. I needed some time to think. When I got back Farland had been murdered and Zora had disappeared.

William: Farland murdered? That cant be true. That old schemer?

Ethan: It's true Dad.

William: What a shock. I thought that Farland would live forever. Had signed a deal with the devil. He was untouchable. How is Zora?

Ethan: I told you. She's gone.

Knock at the door. It's Alan.

Alan: Not here?

Ethan: No.

Alan: Sometimes when Zora needs to be alone, or just to get away from Farland, she goes to the bluffs.

Ethan: Let's go.

Alan and Ethan head for the bluffs. Running one after the other.

Ethan: You check down there. I am going this way.

Both of them run off frantically. The worry here is that she has jumped. Alan knows she has killed Farland and so naturally his worry is that she might jump off a cliff, when the realization of what she has done kicks in. Ethan is less worried because he knows how strong she is and he also knows that her relationship with Farland was not strong. He doesn't know that she killed Farland at this point. They search everywhere for Zora. Alan meets up with Ethan, head bent, carrying a ribbon found in the scree above treacherous rocks. They both recognize the ribbon as Zora’s.

Ethan: No. What happened? Did you find her?

Alan: No. But I found her ribbon. I'm sorry Ethan.

Ethan: No way Alan. She wouldn't do that. Fo what? For Farland? She didn't even like him. She's just fled. She'll be back. She's got to be alive. This doesn't make sense at all.

Alan looks guiltily at Ethan and then looks at the ground.

Ethan: What the hell really happened here today? What are you not telling me?

Alan: It's hard to explain Ethan. I'm so sorry. I never meant for any of this to happen. Zora found out that Farland and I were....selling your art...

Ethan: I know what you did and you know I'm not angry.

Alan: Well, its more than that. Farland was trying to keep you two apart. He had all kinds of nasty plans. I didn't know Ethan. I didn't think. When I realized what I had done and what I had become, I came home. I told him I was done. It was too late. Zora found out and she butchered the old man. I couldn't believe my eyes. All that blood. I covered for her and you. I made up that stuff about Roy.

Ethan: And you think that's OK? blaming it on Roy?

Alan: Well, no, but I had to distract them. Roy and my father were up to no good. I just hope she's still alive. I'll never forgive myself. I'm sorry Ethan!

Ethan: You make sure you stick to your story. No one must ever know the truth, but lay off Roy.....Zora is no murderer. This will be the last time we ever speak of it.

Alan: I know how to keep a secret. There is more than one floating around these waters.... I was there you know. That night. ....The night you killed Sam Warren.

Ethan turns white.

Alan: I see now that you are family. You must be, for how you have always loved my sister. I saw you kill Sam Warren and I kept your dark secret. I never told a soul. The crazy thing was that the old man somehow suspected you. I don't know how or why. It was the creepiest thing when he told me that he could see it in your eyes. That you were a murderer. He was a dark magician I tell you. Its like he could look right through us all.

Ethan: Didnt save him from Zora though.

Alan: I know you didnt mean to kill Sam. It was an accident. A stupid bar fight. No one should go to hell for that. Thats why I kept it quiet. You and Zora, you're the best people I know. This world is... Sometimes I think its terrible.

Ethan's personality is more understandable now as we see that he has had this hanging over him all this time. His desire to keep Zora out of his life is clearer now that we know this. They sing:

THAT NIGHT,

A. I was standing there hidden from the light we had too much to drink and you started to fight I saw you strike a blow it quickly turned to rage and then I saw the tears running down your face and I knew that he was dead and my blood ran cold I felt like the fault was mine all that I know is you and me both we're not the killing kind I think about that night

E. somehow I knew that I was not alone when I looked into his eyes empty as a stone I thought that I could wake as if it were a dream

and everything that I thought that I could be had fallen to pieces the blood on my face burning like tears from the sun I took a look around dark and not a sound I walked away a broken man I think about that night

A. I am your alibi E. I never asked that A. I'll be your friend for life E. I'm not worth that A. sometimes we all stray E. but this was murder A. you'll have to find your way



II'll never stop too much to prove too much to love too much to lose a world of hope in Zora's eyes I've seen the dark and I've seen the light



Ethan: She can't be dead. The Zora I know wouldnt end it all here on the rocks. We need to look elsewhere.

Alan: We'll find her.

Back in town. Mr. Douglas has been arrested and is being questioned. The constable sits before him with Farlands ledger. Roy is sweating.

Constable: I had Old Timmy Bloom take a look at these books. You remember him. He used to build ships in this town before you ran him out of business. It looks like you and Farland had some of his guys on your payroll and you gutted him. Pretty dark stuff Roy. We all thought he was getting too old and slipping. Nasty business that is. It also looks like you have cut your costs down to a fraction and are using cheap lumber. Now I can't do anything about that, but Im pretty sure I can put you away for running Bloom into the ground.

Roy: I would like an attorney.

Constable: You'll get one. You are going to need it. Homicide is no joke in these parts Roy. You cant off the mayor without people noticing. Even if you did do us a favor. Looks like you and Farland had enough evil deeds between you to give you motive for his murder.

The constable steps out of the room after being motioned by his deputy.



Deputy: Found some bloody footprints at the scene. They weren't too visible till the light came in this morning. Small prints like a woman.

Constable: Probably just Zora's. She found Farland and then ran off.

Deputy: We need to talk to her.

Constable: I don't think that will be necessary. I think we have all we need right here, if you get my meaning. We don't need to put her through more than necessary.

Deputy: Yes I think I get your meaning.

The two look at each other as if sharing a secret pact.

Ethan and William, at home, in the old sea shack. Ethan is fiddling with his brushes. William seems more alert than usual.

William: You've been fussing with those for days now. Why don't you just paint something.

Ethan: Do you think I'll ever find her Dad. Or am I doomed?

William: You're not doomed son. Things will work out. They're burying Farland tomorrow. That should be an interesting funeral. One for the books.

Ethan: I can't see how things will ever change for us. I really can't.

William: You can paint. People love your pictures. I love them.

Ethan: It doesn't mean anything now. I don't know what to paint any more.

William: Ethan boy. Tell me, is that my own mirror face in the window there again? I must be off tonight, because I could swear it's a ghost peering at me. But I suppose it’s only my own mirror face, then.

Ethan: What was that dad?

William: The window.

Ethan looks at the dark window, a glimmer of hope in his eyes. He runs outside. it is foggy. He sees nothing, but begins to walk.

Zora has returned. She is tormented and doesn't know what she will tell Ethan. What will Ethan think when she finds out what she has done? Ethan is all she has left in this world. He will understand.

In the distance Zora sings and Ethan joins.

EVERLASTING LOVE.

Z. as the night fills the sky I am wondering where we are I am one step from hell I have no place in this world of cold despair if there's hope I know not where people sleeping in the streets another face the shadows keep

what if I loved you blindly the span of an ocean behind me E. I thought that I wanted admiration but now i can see it all so clearly

I see a name up in lights should be me but it's not mine there is no blinding of the sun there is no rage to overcome I only need the waves I only need the stars to guide me through the darkness and take me to your heart

what if i never find you what if the desperate surround you? B. feels like the earth is moving past me how can my eyes so deceive me?

through the fog there you are a gift from the stars I have got to run and take you in my arms

there is no laughter no crying feels like I'm floating flying feels like the earth is moving past me all of this waiting everlasting love



how did we fall so far? the days we can't replace the ties we've severed

we stand at the wall I kiss your face it's forever

can you take me home? can you fill my heart? we can battle fate with everlasting love

love everlasting love love everlasting love together at last together together with all my soul waiting what are we waiting waiting can you open the door? what are we waiting for?

The music transforms to "What Are We Waiting For" at the end for a big finale. They kiss. Two lovable murderers together at last.

Daylight on the ocean. Ethan sails with Zora and various others. They sing an alternate version of:

SOUND OF THE SIRENS.

When the light falls on my shoulder And the wind blows through my hair When the long days are finally over And we all pretend that we don't care

We are young now, but we're old souls And we live by the shining blue sea And the tall waves are rolling Roll away we are free

And we wait for the men Who are borrowed by the sea Never lost not afraid Well they will come back to me

The tide is rising and the ships are coming home

Head to the highlands Singing a melody we all play our role The sound of the sirens The sound of the Sirens

Well the last thing I remember Is daylight turning black And the cold days of December Straight ahead no going back

And we sail to the sun As it's swallowed by the sea Never lost not afraid As the sirens beg and plead

The tide is rising and the ships are coming home Head to the highlands Singing a melody we all play our role The sound of the sirens The sound of the Sirens

ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah

Its sunrise on the ocean And its high time that we came home Its a feeling just a notion That better days are down the road

And we sail to the sun As it's swallowed by the sea Never lost not afraid As the sirens beg and plead

The tide is rising and the ships are coming home Head to the highlands Singing a melody we all play our role The sound of the sirens The sound of the Sirens The sound of the Sirens The sound of the Sirens

The end.