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Lizzie

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Rachel: Mrs. Graves! Lizzie! Mrs. Graves!

Lizzie: Rachel, what on earth's going on?

Rachel: It's been awful,

             the thunder and the lightning and all the power went out,

            and everyone was in the hall, so I told them all the stay put,

            then Sean, Sean Davis, said he wasn't going to be told what to do

            by a stupid bloody girl and went out for a cigarette,

            and then didn't come back.

            And then Di, she went out after him and she didn't come back either - 

Lizzie: Where's Dylan? Was he with Sean and Di?

Rachel: No, I've been looking after him - do you think they'll come back?

Lizzie: I don't know, Rachel.

Rachel: I don't care what anyone thinks,

             I just know if he was my baby, I could never leave him.

             Even if the whole world was coming to an end, I'd make sure he came first.

Lizzie: You'd be a good mum, Rachel. But don't worry.

            It's fine. Go back inside and tell everyone that they are doing a great job,

            a really wonderful job.

            I've just got a few things to finish up here, and then I'll come in and join you all.

Rachel: Right.

Lizzie: Go on.

 

 

Telephone

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Stephen: You can't save them. Just pack a case and meet me at the station.

Lizzie: They've closed the lines, weren't you listening to the radio? Because of the flu.

Stephen: There is no flu, Lizzie.

Lizzie: Christ, Stephen, I'm not stupid, of cause there's no flu

            but the stations are still closed.

Stephen: There's an access of footpath that runs alongside the main tunnel,

                you can get out that way, thery won't have thought of it.

Lizzie: You know what's going on, don't you?

Stephen: You can't use the phone anymore.

Lizzie: What, like you're not using one right now?

Stephen: Funny. Listen, just don't use the phone after this.

               No TV or radio either. It can hide inthe signal.

Lizzie: You make it sound like it's alive.

Stephen: I don't think we hace a word for what it is.

               Just promise me.

               Don't tell anymore, pack quietly, meet me at the station tomorrow, alright?

Lizzie: I feel awful lying and leaving all there people here.

Stephen: It was a brilliant idea about the show,

               top marks for that you clever thing.

               I love you,

               I'll see you tomorrow.

 

 

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Charlie: Oi, Shipley. I want a word with you.

Rhys: What?

Charile: Get over here soft lad and keep your voice down.

              You know who I am?

Rhys: Yeah, you work for Meg Holloway.

Charlie: Charlie Tate. You can call me Charlie.

Rhys: What's this about, Charlie?

Charlie: Rachel Baker.

Rhys: What about her?

Charlie: Oh come on son, I wasn't born yesterday. Are you looking to get your head kicked in?

Rhys: She's sixteen. She's not a kid.

Charlie: You try telling her Dad that - he'll bloody kill you.

Rhys: I love her thouth. You can't stop love.

Charlie: I'm not telling you to stop anything. Just be careful, that's all.

 

 

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Stephen: Don't touch it, it's fine.

Lizzie: It's like a sunburn, but it's a funny shape. It is sore?

Stephen: I can't feel it at all, don't fuss over it.

Lizzie: I can't believe that you left Kate there. Why won't you tell me what happened?

Stephen: She' s probably not even noticed I've gone. It's really nothing.

Lizzie: You're lying. Don't lie to me.

Stephen: Fine, we had a row. But she'll work all night anyway.

Lizzie: Stephen, listen to me. Was there an accident? Is that how your face got burnt?

Stephen: It's nothing -

               something - I don't know.

               Just got a bit shaken up and then we fought,

               she wanted to stay and collect more data.

Lizzie: Was she burnt as well?

            Is everything alright?

Stephen: Jesus, Lizzie, you sleeping with me or her?

                She's fine. We're both fine. I don't want to talk about her.

                 I came here to see you.

Lizzie: I just worry!

Stephen: Well don't. Come to bed.

 

 

Radio

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Kate: I don't even care that he was screwing her.

         What made me angry was that he treated me like I was too stupid to notice.

          I dream through the light storm and see the Pattern dancing on his skin as he burns.

          I wake up with eyes full of liquid light.

          I'm going to concentrate all five remaining towers on the same point in the sky,

          if is establishing conduits for communication, that should create a jump in band width.

 

 

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Sean: Di, it's just been on the radio that they're closing the roads.

           Something about the flu.

Diana: No-one here has flu, Sean, there's no flu here.

            I overheard Mrs. Graves and she said another famile have upped and left.

           She said they must have left last night, but their cacr and all their stuff is still here.

Sean: Screw this, Di. That's fifteen people 'upped and left' in two days.

           I don't like it.

           Where's the baby?

Diana: Asleep in the caravan.

           Sean, I don't want to sit around here waiting for it to get worse.

            I reckon if we leave now we can get out of the valley

            before they get their acts together and close the roads.

Sean: Do you think so?

Diana: Yeah we can go the back roads, through the woods.

             I'll leave some money on the side for Mrs. Graves.

             You know her husband isn't back yet either?

Sean: He's a boozer, right? That's what I heard. That's her problem anyway.

Diana: Don't be unkind Sean.

Sean: Come on, let's go get Dylan.

 

 

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Charlie: I think it was instant.

             I know that's no help -

Rachel: Can you leave me alone?

             There was nothing we could do.

Charlie: I'm sorry,

             I'm really sorry, pet.

Rachel: Oh, you've woken the baby - just leave me alone!

Charlie: Rachel I'm sorry - 

              Sorry...

 

 

Triggered Story Scene

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Dr. Wade: And you found it like this?

Lizzie: Yeah.

           I've got into the habit of chacking in first thing in the morning,

           just to make sure he's had his pills.

Dr. Wade: Mr. Coles is not well man, Elizabeth.

                 it's entirely possible he upped and wondered off.If things progressed - 

                 the mind can be a fragile thing you know?

Lizzie: It's just not very like him, that's all I'm saying, Doctor,

           he never misses the mid-morning bingo.

Dr. Wade: He didn't smoke, did he?

Lizzie: Not that I knew of.

Dr. Wade: There's a funny... it's like ash.

Lizzie: Well that... that is odd. Rhys cleaned in here yesterday afternoon. I'll have to have a word.

Dr. Wade: It's not like cigarette ash. Strange...

Barbara: Dr. Wade, there's just been a phone call,

               we're needed back at the village.

               Apparently Mrs. Boughton has disappeared.

 

 

Telephone

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Kate: Hi, this is Kate Collins and Stephen Appleton. Leave a message.

Lizzie: Stephen, it's me.

            I'm leaving, I've waited as long as I can.

            If you are there to meet me, I'm leaving for the station now, but

            I am going anyway, whether you're there or not.

            But I love you.

            Please be there.

            I love you.

 

 

Automatic Story Scene

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Lizzie: We're not even really talking at the moment if I'm honest with you.

            I've benn sleeping in one of the empty chalets. Otherwise we just sit there in silence

            and then he goes off and pretends he's not drinking from one of his secret little stashes,

             and I pretend I haven't noticed and then we go to bed

             it's all I can do not to scream.

             I don't know why we're still togeter.

             Except I do. I still love him.

Frank: You remind me of Mary when she was your age.

            If we'd had a daughter, I'd have been proud if she turned out like you.

Lizzie: You don't have to say that - 

            It's all I can d not to scream.

            I don't know why we're still together.

            Except I do. I still love him.

Frank: You remind me of Mary when she was your age.

            If we'd had a daughter, I'd have been proud if she turned out like you.

Lizzie: You don't have to say that - 

Frank: Just talk to Robert, tell him you know he's drinking again.

           You two can work it out together, I know you can.

Lizzie: I wish had your faith. I just don't want to be the person

           who stayed because they were afraid to move.

            I know you can't dwell on the past, I know that, but sometimes you do just think, don't you?

           What if the accident hadn't happend?

            I could have been anywhere right now

            rather than stuck here rehearsing Peter bloody Pan

            and fixing tumble dryers for the umpteenth time -

            Oh Frank, you are an angel!

Frank: Don't be daft. You're still young Lizzie,

           you've got pienty of mine to be whoever you want to be.

           Just don't keep using that leg of yours - or that husband - as an excuse.

 

 

Radio

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Kate: I tried to leave the observatory but couldn't.

         I stood at the gates,

         but couldn't conceive of a world outside, the strangest feeling.

         As if the valley, Stephen, everything was simply irrelevant,

         an idea of something, not a something itself.

         I'm losing track of time, of whether I'm asleep or awake.

         My fingers have gone numb at the tips.

         It's like they still feel, but what they feel is no longer for me,

         like the signal has been hijacked.

 

 

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Rhys: That's quite something, ain't it?

Sean: Yeah, it is.

           You ever seen anything like it?

           They must be well happy at that Observatory place.

Rhys: They're probably all partying there right now,

           this is right bostin.

Sean: It is.

          Right, that's me. Short leash.

          Kid's up half the night. Bloody teething.

          Missus will kill me if I'm gone too long. Goodnight mate.

Rhys: Night.

 

 

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Jeremy: You shouldn't be smoking you know, not in your condition.

Lizzie: It's Stephen's fault. He got me started again.

Jeremy: I'm not goign to try and stop you

              but the weather is looking pretty rough - there's a storm coming.

Lizzie: That's what Stephen said.

            He said he'll meet me but there's things he has to do first.

            He seems to think that all of this is connected to him.

            I don't know. I'm going anyway, whether he comes or not.

Jeremy: I'm assuming Stephen has thought of a way through the quarantine?

Lizzie: Well he's clever, you got to give him that.

Jeremy: Do you trust him though?

Lizzie: Well, I love him. So I'd hope that was good enough.

Jeremy: I hope so too.

             Listen,

             if you can't get through, for whatever reason, I'm getting people together at the village hall.

            Rounding up stragglers, that sort of thing.

Lizzie: Yeah, I've got all the campers together here. They're doing a show - 

            Peter Pan. The kids love it, it'll take their minds off things.

            Hey, did you see that?

 

 

Automatic Story Scene

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Rhys: You're sure no-one say you? Mrs. Graves?

Rachel: I can hardly look her in the eyes.

             Are you sure we've got enough money?

Rhys: Yeah, once we're in France we can start working anyway.

Rachel: My dad will bloody skin you...

Rhys: We'll be in Spain and married by the time your Dad knows we've gone.

 

 

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Lizzie:Di, whatever's wrong, you look terrible?!

Diana: Mrs. Graves!

Lizzie: Sean - baby Dylan, is he alright?

Sean: He's fine. Di, come on.

Lizzie: It's okey, let's get you a cup of tea.

Diana: Mrs. Graves, I need to tell you - 

Sean: Leave it, Di - 

Lizzie: Did you try and get out od the valley? All the road are shut now.

Diana: I know I was driving really fast, but

           the other car was on the wrong side od the road, and

           oh God, I think he...

Sean: Di, for fuck's sake, leave it!

Lizzie: It's alright.

           Hey, you're alright.

           Sean's alright, baby Dylan is alright. That is what matters.

           Everyone's alright.

Diana: But he... 

Lizzie: No.

           Now, I need you help.

           Some of the children they're getting quite frightened,

           so Rachel and I we dicided to push forwards the show keep them occupied.

           You said the other night you played piano. Can you help with that?

Diana: Yes. Yes, I suppose so. But, Mr. Graves, Robert?

Lizzie: Can look after himself, he's a big boy now.

            Don't worry,

            just head to the hell and find Rachel. She'll tell you what needs practising.

Diana: Okey. Thank you, Mrs. Gravesm thank you.

Lizzie: And Sean!

           Go and find Rhys please? See if he needs some help.

Sean: Yeah. Of couse.

Lizzie: Go on.

            Oh Robert.

 

 

Radio

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Kate: All five towers are now operating together

         and I've got the reception up the red zone, but it's not enough.

         I'm going to try and roTower Six to create a singular point of reception,

         and re-coodinate the optical array which should, in theory,

         focus a signal spike on the point of origin.

         If conceptualise this origin point as a Seventh Tower, then it makes a kind of sense.

         Kind of.

         I think we're moving so far beyond everything I understand about physics.

         Anyway... It's got to be worth a shot.

 

 

Automatic Story Scene

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Rachel: She's not in her office either.

Rhys: Well they live nearby, don't they?

Rachel: Yeah, in the village.

Rhys: You don't think she's gone to look for Mr, Graves do you?

Rachel: I think Lizzie knows Robert will turn up when he's sober. He'll be alright.

Rhys: Do you want me to go and look for her?

Rachel: No, it's OK.

             Come on, I promised the kids another shot at the last number,

             then I promised everyone a cup of tea.

Rhys: You're very like her you know, like Lizzie.

Rachel: Me? No, I'm not. First chance I get, I'm out of here.

 

 

Radio

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Kate: Oh God Stephen, what's happening to me?

 

 

Automatic Story Scene

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Rhys: She's done a runner.

Rachel: Don't say that Rhys. She wouldn't do that.

Rhys: Would she?

Rachel: What about Dylan?

Rhys: She's not exactly jumped at the chance of looking after him, has she?

          She's just left you to it. She's not coming back.

Rachel: Then let her go.

             She's always thinking of everyone else.

             there must be something important she needs to do.

Rhys: Looks like you're in charge now.

Rachel: So I guess this means we're not leaving are we?

Rhys: Spain can wait,

           listen, you get back in there

           and you make this the best bloody Peter Pan ever performed in England,

           and I'm gonna go and get your Mum and Dad.

Rachel: Promise me you'll come back.

Rhys: I promise.

 

 

Triggered Story Scene

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Lizzie: Hello. Katherine?

Kate: It's Kate.

          Elizabeth.

Lizzie: Lizzie.

           I've heard a lot about you.

           It's good, you know. You and him. It's not difficult or anything.

Kate: Should it be?

Lizzie: I'm sorry?

Kate: You said it wasn't difficult.

          I don't see why it would be difficult.

          You and Stephen were together a long time ago, he moved away.

          It certainly isn't difficult for me.

Lizzie: I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offened you or

Kate: Well, I'm not offended. Listen, Elizabeth, I -

Lizzie: Lizzie, please.

Kate: Lizzie, right.

          You seem like an OK type of person, and I'm not trying to be rude,

          I promise, but let's try and be realistic here, huh?

          Let's try and do our best. That's a British thing, right?

Lizzie: Yeah, yeah I suppose it is. We'll do our best then.

 

 

Automatic Story Scene

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Tannoy: All holiday makers to the Main Hall please!

              All holiday makers to the Main Hall.

 

 

Automatic Story Scene

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Rhys: I found another dead bird over at the swiming pool.

Lizzie: That's the fourth one this morning. Did you fish it out?

Rhys: Yeah. Did you get a chance to think about that pay rise?

Lizzie: I'm sorry Rhys, I've been a little bit busy. Oh, Rachel - 

Rachel: Sorry I'm late, Mrs. Graves. I was packing away the tennis things.

Lizzie: did you check Mr. Coles' chalet again like I asked you to?

Rachel: He's not back yet.

Rhys: I haven't seen him either. Do you think he went into town?

Lizzie: Maybe, yes, something like that.

Rachel: Only it's that the Dentons were booked for a four-thirty tennis session but they didn't show up,

         so I went to their chalet - 

         you know, they always take the one near the camp fire - but they weren't there either.

         I think maybe they went into the village for a hoover bag and might have gven Mr. Coles a lift.

Lizzie: A hoover bag? Why on earth would they do that?

Rachal: Well I think maybe Mrs. Denton was hoovering and the bag broke, so they had to get another one,

             because there's this dust all over their chalet.

 

 

Automatic Story Scene

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Stephen: Let me get that - 

Lizzie: I can manage.

Stephen: is your hip giving you grief today?

Lizzie: It always gives me grief

           and I've managed for the last ten years,

           so you're a little late for the knight in shining armour routine.

Stephen: Suit yourself, I'm only trying to help.

Lizzie: Dammit Stephen, I'm not some useless sappy girl that you can just string along forever.

           Look around you - I made all of this,

           I built it on my own when everyone else had written me off as some poor little cripple.

Stephen: You know that's not how I see you - 

Lizzie: Well, you weren't there, were you?

            No. You'd given up on me long before the accident.

Stephen: What do you want from me, Lizzie?

                I love you, I'll do anything.

Lizzie: Anything except tell Kate...?

            I thought not.

            I love you too, but sometimes I think you just say what you think eberyone else wants to hear.

 

 

Story Arc Conclusion Scene

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Rachel: Sleeping baby, darling child.

             Clouds and starlight, starlight, starlight.

             When you wake, you will be mine.

             Starlight, sleep and love.

             Sleeping baby, shadowed dust.

             Clouds and starlight, numbered starlight.

             When we're called to go, we must.

             Into starlight,

             sleep and love.

Charlie: Is he asleep?

             You all right kiddo?

Rachel: I'll be all right.

              You should get some sleep Charlie, you look exhausted.

              Shh... that's it. Sleep... sleep.

 

 

 

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