When Wendy Grew Up - Act 1

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When Wendy Grew Up?
Written by Jennison John, based on characters from Jay and
Barry's Peter and Wendy. Episode one fade in Interior Darling House,
Wendy's Room, Night, London, nineteen oh five. Wendy Darling, sixteen,
lies in bed, wide awake, while her window rattles with
a wind. A man's booming voice heels downstairs. Wendy grabs
a teddy bear off the floor and flops back onto bed,
squeezing the bear over her eyes. Rattle, rattle, rattle bad.
The window flies open, and Wendy sits up with a gasp.
Skeleton leaves cascade into the room like scrolls of silver,
followed by the faintest dusting of snow. Wendy smiles and
looks to the window, anticipating A shadow of a teen
boy emerges at the window with his hands on his hips,
floating Peter. Wendy springs from her bed and wraps both
her arms around Peter's neck in her heart, they embrace tightly,
floating into the bedroom.
I thought you'd forgotten me.
I'd never forget you, you goose.
More shouts come from downstairs. Wendy listens, worry.
Let's go wait, let me wake John and Michael. I
didn't expect you.
I told you i'd be back.
It's been four years, you goose.
Peter studies Wendy's face.
How old are you?
I'm sixteen tomorrow, you're grown up.
Wendy ruffles Peter's hair and pushes his face playfully.
I'm not grown up, you see.
Wendy floats around the room by herself, twirling in her nightgown.
Peter laughs, satisfy.
I'll get John and Michael.
Wendy floats toward her door, but stops with a yank.
She notices Peter holding onto her wrist. She looks at him.
Peter's face is stoically still.
Forget them, Wendy, we need to go right now.
What why? What's happened?
Peter looks down. Wendy floats to him, lifting his chin up.
Peter, tell me what happened.
Peter looks around her room, and Wendy follows his gaze.
The night lamps flicker and the shadows seem to grow
along the walls, forming into tall tree trunks surrounding them.
The shouts downstairs have stopped and it's silent, then a
faint tick tock tick top. Wendy turns back to Peter.
He holds his hand out to her. It's trembling.
Why are you shaking?
Wendy grabs his hand with both of hers, steadying.
It is it the last boys? Are they in trouble?
Are you in trouble?
He is, Wendy, come with me, just one last time.
Last time? Are you not coming back for me anymore?
I'll always come back for you.
Tick tock, tick tock tick top.
We have to go. We're safe here, Stay with me.
Peter's shadow shakes its head violently, no, grabbing onto Peter's
arm and dragging him towards the window. Peter shakes himself
loose and slumps on the window.
So torn, you look older.
I'm the same.
Wendy's eyes dart around the evolving room, the shadows of trees.
I don't hear father, he's been shouting all night. Perhaps
you feel asleep, or perhaps this is just.
And you're not. Will you kiss me?
Peter Brighton's floating off the sill towards Wendy. She waits
with a smile, eyes closed, chin lifted towards Peter. Wendy's
eyes pop opens. Peter plops something in her hand, an acorn.
Wendy looks at it, disappointed, and my kiss. Peter presents
his palm. Wendy looks at it.
Don't you remember?
Remember what?
Wendy takes a breath and lunges forward, wrapping her arms
around Peter's neck, planting her mouth onto his. The two
kiss suspended in mid air until Peter pushes Wendy off.
Stop that.
Peter rubs the arm of his sleeve over his mouth,
washing away her kiss. Wendy reels back stump, then, like
a thread cut, Wendy falls. She crashes down on her
side with a thud. Peter's eyes widened and he flies
down to him.
Wendy, I'll be back. Where are you going to get?
Tink pixie dust?
Happy thoughts?
You can't come the Neverland if you can't fly, silly goose,
No grown up? A loud I'm.
Not grown up.
Peter zips out of the window and into the night sky.
Wendy holds onto her side, gasping for air when she
sees a menacing cloud shaped as a pirate ship cover
the moon. Interior Darling's House Wendy's room day, Wendy shoots
up from her bed, gossip.
Peter.
Wendy squints. The beaming sunlight attacks her eyes and she
looks around her bright room, pastel bedding, curtains motionless, and
the window shut latched and locked. Wendy's door flies open,
and Eliza fifties boisterous governess rushes in and clutches her chest.
Oh good god, Wendy, I scream like that before I've
had a chance to make coffee. Oh what's wrong with you?
I'm sorry. I had the most vivid dream I was
right here.
Oh no, no, no, no, no no, I'm not getting
sucked into one of your stories again.
Your brothers are waiting for.
You to walk them to school by myself.
You're sixteen now, young woman that comes with responsibility.
Liza's snap says to say get to it, before exiting,
closing the door behind her. Wendy leaps out of bed crunch.
Wendy looks down and lifts her foot, revealing a skeleton
leaf underneath it. She bends down to pick it up
when her side pins her. Lifting up her nightgown in
front of a vanity, she sees a large bruise formed
over her ribs. Wendy touches the bruise as a hopeful
smile spreads across her face. Interior, Darling House Closet, Day. Wendy,
dressed in a blue day dress and hair plattered, digs
in the dark closet, pulls out a woven sewing basket.
She sets it on the floor and opens it up,
picking up a folded newspaper resting on top. The paper
is folded to an advertisement for Mayfield Girl's Finishing School
in Bristol. Pushing the paper aside, Wendy combs through the
basket when finally she finds what she's looking for, a thimble.
Wendy inspects the thimble on her finger. It's decorated silver
with a wrap around image of a pirate ship, a
mermaid's tail, a feathered arrow. A boy's scream snaps Wendy
out of her trance. Her father's inaudible shouts follow the screams.
Wendy, Wendy, Moira Angela Darling.
Wendy pockets the thimble and shuts the basket closed. Interior,
Darling House Dining Room, Day. Wendy rushes into the dining
room and relaxes upon seeing Liza holding Michael's seven mouth
open as she shoves a spoonful of medicine into his mouth.
Liza releases Michael and he plops down at the dining
room table with John fourteen and mister Darling forty five.
That medicine tastes like death.
Wendy ruffles Michael's hair as he wipes away tears.
Don't encourage him.
Missus Darling forty is a quiet and graceful woman. Kisses
Wendy's head before sitting down next to her.
Happy birthday, Darling, Did you make a wish for what
you'd like?
It's been a while since I got a new doll
or tea set.
Missus Darling and mister Darling exchange looks. John scoffs, what
would you do with a doll at your age? Michael
begins coughing, his face turning beak red.
Oh I still taste that awfulness.
Mister Darling slams his fist on the table, making everyone jump.
Missus Darling quickly plups a piece of toast on Michael's plate.
Here, it'll disguise the tape.
Don't encourage him. If your mother says to take your
medicine every morning and night.
You do it without a fight.
Enough disrespect understood.
Michael takes a bite of his to chewing.
Loudly understood, Yes, sir, Michael, mouth clothes please.
Michael flashes his chewed up toast to his system. Wendy
and John look over to mister Darling, his eyes fuelling.
After school now and Wendy no adventures along the way of.
Course, mommy exterior London Street day. Wendy holds onto Michael's
hand loosely. She walks playfully. John marches ahead, head buried
in his book about ships. Wendy eagerly takes in the
adventurous streets, dodging double deckish carriages, street vendors and stray dogs.
Wendy looks down to see Michael pouting.
What part of school do you like the most?
Maths?
You just say you like mass because father likes maths.
I like maths because all men do.
The Darling children pass by the gates of Kensington Garden. Inside,
twin girls are playing, flapping their arms like wings as
they chase each other. Wendy stops watching.
Then, oh, fairies, fairies.
Can be found, and even the tiniest of gardens, real fairies.
Wendy nods to Michael. She watches the two girls and
they're pointing and giggling at something in the bushes.
He'll be late.
John looks up from his book and Wendy and Michael
are God. He shuts his book with a groan. Exterior
Kensington Gardens day. John chases after Wendy and Michael, running
into the.
God Wendy, Michael will be late.
We're just gonna find one fairy, will be so fast.
M John takes his seat on a bench, frustrated.
What should I tell how Master?
Hmm?
So sorry, I got caught up playing make believe. Hope,
I didn't miss anything important like geometry.
You make believe this is a real adventure.
Help us, John, John rolls his eyes and buries his
nose in his book again. Wendy follows Michael through the
long curtains of weeping willow branches Michael. Wendy looks up
and sees Michael climbing higher and higher.
I can't climb in the skirts.
It feels like I can fly from here.
Michael. Stop, there's a ferry right there. She's hiding.
Michael settles on a branch squinting through the.
Leaves where I see her wait for me.
Wendy ties her skirt into a knot and begins climbing
the branches slowly.
Wendy, why are you leaving us?
You mean to Neverland?
Mommy and father talk at night and they say you'll
be married soon.
I'm too young to be married. They mean one day,
not soon, they said soon.
Wendy finally reaches Michael.
Did you hear them say anything about Bristol finishing school?
So it's true you're leaving?
Can I tell you a secret, Michael?
Not solemnly.
Peter came to see me last night.
He did, but he left you behind.
No, he's coming back for me.
I wish I could remember Neverland.
How could you?
We're still unhappies.
How about after school we'll play Neverland and maybe that'll
help you remember bass.
Can I be Peter?
Of course?
Where's the faery?
Oh?
Right in there, she's hiding.
Michael peers through the branches again. A clump of leaves
vibrates unnaturally. Both Wendy and Michaels smile. John peaks his
head through the willow's branches.
Honestly, Wendy, this is the latest we've ever been. Get down, Michael,
you'll crack your neck.
Michael makes his way down the tree and Wendy follows,
right as the thimble falls out of her pocket. Wendy
gusps scrambling down the tree. She hits the ground and
starts fingering her way through the grass, fallen seeds and.
Leaves my thimble. I lost it.
John pulls Wendy up by the arm. She looks longingly
behind before exiting through the branches. Exterior Street Boys' School Day.
John walks briskly as Wendy and Michael hold hands. John
enters the school's gate and Michael turns to Wendy.
I don't want to go to school.
Think of the headmaster as a pirate and your book
as your sword.
Michael smiles and blood springs a leak from his nostril.
Oh you're bleeding.
Wendy takes the bottom of her skirt and wipes the
blood from Michael's lip. He sniffs sharply and leans his
head back.
Are you hurt?
No?
Fine now?
Wendy watches as Michael drags his feet into the school
exterior Kensington Garden's Willow Tree Day. Wendy comes through the
dirt and leaves on her hands and knees. She looks
and looks until she finally gives up, sitting with her
back against the tree trunk. Exhausted exterior London Street day,
Wendy walks back towards home, noticing that her hands are
covered in dirt. She brushes them clean as she walks.
A well dressed gentleman twenty five spots Wendy checking out
her swaying hips. He changes course to approach her. Excuse me,
miss Wendy turns and looks at well dressed gentleman, Yes me.
The gentleman's eyes bulge and his face turns bright red.
Oh you're a child, I thought, I'm sorry. Excuse me.
No.
The gentleman spins around and slowly jogs off in the
opposite direction of Wendy. She watches him confused. Interior Darling
House Kitchen Day, Liza pulls fresh pastries out of the oven.
Missus Darling polishes teacups when he enters the kitchen, and
both women freeze mouths agape upon seeing the girl.
Am I a fool to ask if the boys made
it to school on time?
Wendy looks down her shoes dusty dress, still tied in
a knot with leaves, dirt, and a bloodstain from Michael's nurse. Interior,
darling House family room day. Wendy, cleaned up in a
new dress, happily observes a bustling tea party in full swing.
A clock takes away over head, top tick top. Michael
tugs on Wendy's arm.
Come on, he said we could play later.
Michael groans and grabs a fistful of tea pastries, bouncing
from one tiered pastry tray to another.
Ah.
A bespectacled girl fourteen approaches John. He smiles awkwardly before
running away upstairs, leaving the girl behind Wendy. Wendy spots
Alice fifty, a heavily freckled girl with a mouth as
large as her voice, walk in through the front door.
Wendy, I haven't seen you since Easter, and something very important.
Has happened to me.
Alice approaches Wendy had first her large engagement ring leading
the way. Wendy's eyes widen.
You're getting married? What were the same age?
Actually, I'm still fifteen for another two months.
You've got anyone? We should have children at the same
time and play together.
Wendy glances over her shoulder, then leans into Alice's ear.
Peter, Woo, will he marry you?
I don't think he ever wants to be married, but
he's coming to see me tonight.
Don't cheapen yourself, Wendy.
What kind of man doesn't want to be married? Who
will take care of him?
Take care of him like a mom.
All men want to marry women like their moms.
Find someone here you like, and when Peter comes you
tell him that you've got a real man.
What about him?
Alice looks too preppy? Boy seventeen standing next to his
clinging mother. Wendy shakes her head and glans along with Alice.
Wendy then notices Gary seventeen charmingly Carefrey. He catches Wendy
watching and smiles.
That's Gary Kent.
He may like how boyish you are?
You're a boyish You think I act like a boy?
You know this.
It's not your fault. You're the only girl with two brothers.
At least you're ready.
Wendy Franz and Alice slips through a small bronze tin.
Forget what I said, Go put this on a tiny
bit on your lips and.
Cheeks interior Wendy's room. Day. Wendy opens Alice's tin, revealing
pink wax. She delicately dips her fingers into it and
dabs a bit on her cheeks and lips. Are Wendy yelps,
and Michael charge at her with a toy sword.
Come on, Wendy, the pirates are taking over Neverland.
Interior nursery Day. Wendy chases Michael into his room. John's
tucked away in the corner with his nose in a book.
What are you doing here?
Hiding? I don't like parties.
Wendy takes in the nursery and it's magic. Night lights
give a warm celestial glow all around the tall ceilings.
Michael opens up a large wooden chest, pulling out a
top hat.
It's father's hat.
John quickly snatches the hat.
That's mine.
I'm you, I'm Joy, I'm Peter Pan Captain hook this
is your head.
Raise your hook hooks on the left hand.
Play don't be tall like father.
Wendy guides Michael out of the room. John sets down
in his book and lifts the top hat, his fingers,
wiping dust. Togethered at the brim. It listens with a
gold shimmer as he hears a distant crowing outside. John's
brows lift hopefully before they pinch together in a frown.
Don't be stupid.
John tosses the hat, discarding it toward the toy chest.
Interior family room day. Wendy enters the room and looks.
For Gary the Moira angela darling.
He's right behind the Carrie Kent.
Your name is pretty.
I suppose I have that in my favor since I'm so.
Boyish, boyish not looking just never mind.
I think your mother invited every man in the neighborhood
for you.
Oh you consider yourself a man?
You consider yourself a boy?
I don't.
Gary touches Wendy's hand slightly. She looks down, her heart
ticking loud echoing all over the room until she hears
a distant crowing and pulls her hand away.
Peter, I'm Gary.
Wendy pushes past the crowd and straight to the window,
looking outside the sun setting and two bright stars peeking
through the purpling sky.
What are you looking at?
Wendy notices that Gary has followed her, also looking.
Out the second start to the right, straight on.
Till morning, Wendy looks down at her hand on the
window sill, where she notices her pinky finger touching Gary's.
Hand straight onto where.
Gary's pinky moves to climb onto Wendy's. She allows his
entire hand to envelop hers in a soft embrace.
Where creams are born and time is never planned. Just
keep an open mind, and suddenly you're fine.
Never never land clattered. Wendy quickly pulls her hand away
and spins around to see spilled teacups and a silver
tray on the floor. Missus Darling stands frozen, hands shaking
with a hot tea pulling at her feet. Mommy, Wendy
tracks her mother's eyes to Michael, his gaze fixed trance like,
pale skin, sweaty, and blood trickles from his right noss,
arms rigid and shaken as though possessed. Michael's eyes rolled
to the back of his head and he fends hitting
the floor with a thigh. Interior, Darling House dining Room night.
Wendy paus tea for Dr Atkinson fifties, who sits at
the dining table with Missus Darling and mister Darling. Thank
you the cold medicine you started giving.
Michael has alcohol in it and has likely exacerbated his condition.
His symptoms are aligned with a few other cases we've
seen over the years.
Wendy pauses listening. A cancer of the blood.
There's no cure in the prognosis is not good.
Mister and missus Darling sit frozen.
How much.
Time given his state weeks? He's likely to have had
this for years.
You may have noticed his he bruises and he bleeds
easier than most.
Wendy begins to nod, but Missus Darling shakes her head.
No will it will he be in pain?
No reason for him to be in pain. We can
make sure of that.
Michael has good days ahead of him, but then he'll
want to sleep more often.
Maybe seem confused, see or.
Hear things that aren't there. That's when you know he
has just a few days left. Now, there's a very
good children's hospital in Wales.
Wendy exits is Dr Atkinson's voice trails behind her interior
nursery night Wendy taps on the door. It cracks open.
The night lights are on, and Wendy sees Michael playing
with these stuffed toys.
Can you hear them talking?
Downstairs, Michael ignores Wendy. The crocodile toy ravages a bear.
Shouldn't you be resting?
I'm just playing.
Michael lifts the teddy up to Wendy.
Does Teddy smell like Neverland?
I don't know.
Michael tosses the bear across the room.
Nobody seems to remember Neverland.
I think you need to rest here.
A spoil sport's like the other grown ups in this house.
Wendy's stuck. She exits for a moment as Michael continues
to play. Wendy returns with her blanket.
We'll wait for Peter together. We will if you get
in bed.
Michael eagerly jumps into bed. Wendy sits beside him.
I wish I could go to Neverland again, and maybe
my memories from before would come back.
Michael hugs Wendy tightly, and she looks around the nursery.
When we were there and Neverland, you forgot all about money.
I know.
Never Land makes you forget.
It does, but that's not all.
Do you think Mommy forgot us?
No, never go to sleep. I'll wake you up when
Peter comes.
Interior nursery night. Wendy sits wrapped in her blanket at
the window seat, while Michael is sound asleep in his bed.
Wendy fights sleep with every nod, jerking.
Back awake, Peter, come back to me.
Wendy flips the latch to the window unlocked and curls
on the window seat, her eyelids fluttering shut. Wendy Interior,
Nursery Day. Wendy jolts awake and the window is wide open.
Michael's still in bed, shivering. Liza rushes over and shuts
the window, flipping the latch locked.
Oh what would have happened if you'd rolled over in
your sleep?
Huh hh?
Fall out of that window, preak your neck. I can't
even think about it.
Michael stirs awake and looks at Wendy.
Did he come?
Perhaps he's ill, Perhaps he's forgotten you.
Michael's head drops and Wendy's pulled up by Eliza. Enough,
get up, both of you.
I don't put your mother knowing about this.
Wendy grabs her blanket, walking out of the room, looking
back to see Michael pulling the blanket over his head.
Oh, let's catch you some breakfast. It'll keep you as
strong as a horse.
Interior dining room day, Wendy picks up her food, frowning
lost in thought. Missus Darling, Mister Darling, John and Michael
eat as though it's a normal day.
Wendy eat.
Wendy snaps and looks at Michael, who chooses sausage with
his mouth.
Open, Michael mouth closed.
Michael sticks his tongue out at his father, food falling
out what. He covers his mouth with a laugh. Mister
Darling slams his fist on the table.
Go back to your room, Darling, he was just playing.
Now fix your cry.
Michael chin trembling runs upstairs. After a moment, Mister Darling
grabs his napkin and covers his face, choking back sobs.
Missus Darling holds steadily to his hand. John and Wendy
stir at their father struck.
Leave.
John abruptly gets up, exiting toward the stairs, and Wendy
exits the table toward the front door exterior Kensington Gardens. Day.
Wendy marches into the garden, straight toward the weeping willow.
Wendy tucks inside the tree, hiding behind the bowing branches,
wiping away tears and hugging her knees. Wendy hears gasps
from twin girls and sees them inspecting the ground. The
twin in Blue cradles something in her hands.
Is she dead?
Don't see dead.
Wendy crawls out from the tree and approaches the twins.
Is everything all right? The fairy fell from the sky.
Look.
The twin in blue slowly opens their cupped hands. They're empty.
Wendy's eyes widen.
Grown ups can't see fairies. She's dead, don't say dead.
Wendy stands up and notices the twin in pink wearing
her thimble on her little thumb. Wendy grabs the thimble
from the twin's hand, wrestling with her for a moment.
Keep it. That's mine, it's mine, I found it.
It's mine, mamma, she took it.
The twins mother looks up from her reading and Wendy
runs off. Interior Darling House Family Room Day. Wendy walks
in through the front door. Notice his suitcase has laid out.
Liza walks in carrying a couple more.
What's this for?
H packing for Wales? They say there's a good hospital there.
We can't go to Wales. Peter won't know where to
find us Wendy.
Wendy Rush has passed Liza Mummy interior stairs day Mummy.
John rushes down the stairs to meet Wendy.
Michael's resting.
I need to talk to mommy. We can't take Michael
to Wales.
It's not your choice.
It could help him, but it won't save him.
Nothing can save him. You understand that, don't you.
Never Land can never Land.
You mad? You weren't actually waiting for Peter pan he
said he'd come back. This is why you're being sent
to finishing school. You're stunted.
You don't believe me.
Did he come back?
Perhaps he was ill.
Perhaps there's no such person.
There is and you know it.
I know there is no Peter and no never Land,
and no, don't.
Say it.
Whenever a child says, I don't believe in fairies, there's
a little fairy somewhere that falls down right. Sorry, yeah, okay,
there's a little fairy somewhere that falls down right.
Death almost.
Okay, Okay, here we go, brother.
Thank you.
Yes, I know there is no Peter, no never Land,
and no, don't.
Say it whenever a child says, I don't believe in fairies.
There's a little fairy somewhere that falls right down dead.
I don't believe in fairies, and neither does Michael.
He told me he would never say that.
He wouldn't to you, just like mommy and father haven't
told you about going to school. Everyone's tiptoes around like
you're the baby when you're the eldest. It's embarrassing. Grow up, Wendy.
John continues walking past Wendy.
Don't you remember it?
Do you answer?
Honestly?
I remember parts. Some of it has slipped away, but
you remember everything. Don't you you remember what hand.
The hook is on?
The Two Moons, Peter, the Lost Boys.
I was a child, I saw things that weren't there
all the time.
Interior nursery day. Wendy picks into the room to Missus Darling,
singing as Michael rests in bed.
Hoven hoven Goria, Go Guryo, go Guria, go hon hon
goria go. I've lost my my darling baby.
Oh.
Whendy retreats exits, leaving them be. Michael sits up and
Missus Darling wipes away her boy's tiars.
I hate that, Father yells, I.
Know, my darling, but can I tell you a secret
about father?
Michael nods.
He's the bravest man in all of England?
Does he even know how to hold a rifle?
I know it's hard to see by looking at him,
But when you and Wendy and John came along, he
packed away all.
His dreams in a drawer.
Why did he do that so you.
Children could be free to be children and not worry
about grown up things like hunger? And at night sometimes
he opens the drawer and looks at all his dreams
he packed away. But no matter how difficult, he always
shuts the drawer, And only the bravest man.
Can do that. Exterior Darling House day, Wendy sits on
her front stoop, frustrated, sighing and people watching. She watches
children in uniform walking in lines led by a nun,
a lanky chimney sweep man, and a soup faced child
sweep climbed down from a roof. Wendy places her face
in her hands for a moment. When she hears a
small cough, Wendy looks up and sees the child sweep
holding up a folded piece of paper. Wendy takes it
and opens it up. Will you be my sweethearm?
Is this from you.
Child sweep, shakes his head and points across the street.
Gary stands there and waves exterior street day. Wendy stomps
over to Gary with a note in hand.
No, that's my answer.
Gary's smile falls and he grabs the note dejected.
You're a perfectly n nice boy man, and I would consider.
You if it weren't for Peter.
No.
Yes, I don't know.
I just.
I don't I know how to climb a tree and
a dress and dig in dirt and fight pirates and fly.
I don't know how to be a wife and keep
my brother.
Oh, of course, I'm sorry to hear about Michael.
Wendy nods. Gary and Wendy look at each other. Is
there more to say? Then? Baby laughter pulls Wendy's attention away.
Is there any hope for Michael?
Wendy's not listening. She sparts a pram sitting alone across
the street, baby laughter pouring out a bit like music.
Wendy leaves Gary behind and quickly runs to the pram
and sees a baby eight months bursting into giggles. Upon
seeing her face, the laughter is contagious. Wendy giggles too,
What are you doing?
Here, she's mine. I'm right here.
Wendy turns to see a young mother eighteen holding a
crocheted elephant, jogging towards them.
Little Ruby's radolphlew so far I could swear at headwings.
Baby Ruby giggles again, looking up at the trees. Young
mother looks up, seeing the leaves rustle.
What's that you see there?
When the first baby laugh for the first time, the
laugh broke into a thousand pieces, and they all went
skipping about, And that was the beginning of fairies?
Is that what you see? Fairies?
And as there are always new babies, there are always
new fairies.
Do you have children?
No, you'll make an enchanting mother when you do.
The wind blows and the skeleton leave slaps onto Wendy's dress.
She plucks it off, waiting for the wind to settle.
Little Ruby loves, waving her hands for a leaf. Wendy
offers it to her, and her breath catches with a thought.
Are you the darling girl? I live three doors down
in seventeen I am Wendy. I've been meaning to invite
your parents for dinner sometime.
Wendy notices the skeleton leaves still in her hand, and
she takes his sharp breath in with a thought, Wendy
flashes a large smile to young mother.
How about dinner tonight?
Interior Darling House Kitchen night. Wendy's digging deep within cupboards,
finding a few nested tin canisters, studying.
Them, Wendy.
Wendy looks up to see her mother standing there, dressed
in a coat and gloves. Interior Foyer Night. Wendy follows
Missus Darling to the door when mister Darling and John
are ready to leave.
What over, Michael? Will you no horseplay?
Yes, Papa, I mean it, of course. Mummy. Have you
said goodbye to Michael? Oh?
Missus Darling rushes up the stairs.
Will just be an hour?
You've had to say something, throwing out invitations Willy nilly
the night before we travel. I don't know what's wrong.
With you, Wendy Franz as her father and John shake
their heads.
You worry your mother needlessly.
Mother loves us.
I love my children just the same you do.
You're always angry with us.
Everyone I love angers me.
Missus Darling enters again and takes her husband's head.
Bet my eyes and guard my baby boy.
Of course, Mummy, Missus Darling, Mister Darling, and John exit
out the front door. Wendy waits for a moment, takes
in a deep breath, and smiles, running out of the room.
Interior nursery night. A warm light shines on Michael's face
while he sleeps. He frowns and opens his eyes. He
sees Wendy placing a tin can on top of the
dresser Wendy. Surrounding Wendy and decorated all over the room
are old kettles, cans, flower tins.
What are you doing?
Wendy gets up and unlocks the window.
Do you remember tinker Bell?
I don't want to play, Wendy.
Do you remember how she got her name?
Wendy grabs the kettle and taps a finger against it.
Tink tink, tink, tink.
Tink tink tink.
Fairies, men, kettles, and tents.
Wendy turns the kettle to reveal the dent.
It's broken.
They're all broken.
We don't need Peter to get to Neverland, only Pixie Dust.
I know the way there. Do you want to go
to Neverland with me instead of whales?
Yes? You think I can fly?
Hmmm, I don't know.
Must believe in fairies, truly and loudly believe.
I do. I believe in fairies.
Suddenly, the window gusts open, snowflakes fall softly into the room,
and a moment later, skeleton leaves follow. Wendy and michaels
still as snow. Wait. Finally, a bright ball of light
buzzes into the room like a large lightning bug, and
disappears into the kettle in Wendy's hands. A moment of silence,
then tink, tink, tink comes from the kettle. Michael's jaw drops.
Wendy carefully removes the kettle's lid and sees a fairy, Mami,
who immediately looks up.
Oh you're not tinker Bell?
Who is it?
What's your name? Little fairy?
Little?
How many fairies have you seen? I'm the tallest fairy
I know.
Mamie stands up the top of her head nearly touching
the top of the kettle.
Oh you are tall for a fairy. What else would
I be tall for a bug? Fairies are not bugs.
Michael slowly peers into the kettle, maybe gusps clusping a chest.
Oh, dear God, you can't just sneak up on a
fairy like that, I could have died.
Here the fairy? Who is hiding in that tree? Where's
tinker Bell?
Who's tinker Bell?
Peter's fairy?
Peter you mean Peter pan Yes, Oh.
I heard his fairy died. Oh my god. She wasn't
lovelier than me?
Was she?
I heard she was?
I think you're very beautiful.
I knew it.
Rumors nobody speaks ill of the dead, do they, And
being Peter's fairy, everyone just assumed she must have been
a beauty.
Did you make those extra dents?
Wendy looks to see the kettles now extremely dented.
Perhaps I'm not so good at mending. Well, what's your
purpose if you can't mend mettle?
Ugh?
You two huh? Don't walk my misfortunes.
I'm working on it, my father says missfort whoa.
My father says, misfortunes are often opportunity in disguise.
That's easy to say when you're not the laughing stock
of all fairies.
Peter didn't tell me about Tinkerbell? When did you see Peter?
Just the other night?
Mamie lights up and shoots out of the kettle and
out the window. Wendy runs to the window, wait, come back.
A moment later, the light buzzes back into the room
and lands on Michael's bedpost. Mamie stands foot tapping hands
on her hips.
Yes, what's your name, Mami?
Will you give us pixie dust?
Why would you want that to fly to Coda never Land?
Peter pans there.
Yes, he would have come for me eventually, but he's
forgetful and we can't wait for him.
We have to leave tonight.
And what if I don't know the way to Neverland?
You're a fairy that's never meant to Neverland's hint? Can't
ment Kettles.
I know the way to Neverland, and you'll introduce me
to Peter, of course, see, and I'll be his new fairy.
The front door slam shut, muted voices of mister and
missus darling downstairs. Wendy and Michael exchange glances.
If Tinkerbell is really dead, then he'll need a new
fairy me.
And then what will it matter if I can't fix Kettles.
I never heard of tinker Bell mending anything, So you'll.
Help us right now.
Mamey flies over Wendy and Michael pixie dust rains down
on the two mortals. Mami flutters by the window.
Chop, chop, let go.
Michael flirts up above the floor. Wendy squeezes her eyes
shut and nothing. Footsteps approached doorway.
Do you have no happy thoughts? Are you too old?
I'm not old. I just need a moment? Oh you
need us one.
Wendy squeezes her eyes shut. Montage old memories. Wendy's memories
flash her kissing Peter, Michael flashing, chewed up food in
his mouth, hugging her mother before she left, her father
smiling at her. Michael's eyes lighting up when he looked
in the kettle. Back to interior nursery night. Wendy opens
her eyes and she's floating off the ground. Michael looks
back at her, smiling.
You leading the way, human girl, Wendy. That's your name,
Wendy Moira Angela darling.
Oh my well, lead the way, Wendy mar angered dingling.
Wendy floats over to the window, looks up at the sky,
spotting two bright star was just right of the moon.
Second star to the right.
The nursery door opens. Wendy, Michael, and Mamie look, it's only.
John what's going on here?
Sprinkle him with pixie.
Dust too, that old man, Wendy.
Mamie flies over John, raining down pixie dust over and
he keeps his eyes fixed on Wendy, frowning and furious.
Michael grabs John's top head from the toy chest and
plops it on his brother's head.
Come with us, John, all you need is one happy thought.
You know I can't.
Michael wraps his arms around John in a hug.
I'm gonna miss you, John, Michael, stop when you think
of us, Think.
Of us fighting pirates with Tiger Lily and playing with
lost boys. Tell Mommy, I'm off to great adventure.
Michael lets go of John and flies out the window,
followed by Wendy and Mamie, who disappear into the night.
John's left alone and he shuts the window, locking the latch.
After a few steps, John starts, sighs, turns around and
unlatches the log from the window. Exterior London sky night.
Wendy flies ahead of Michael and Mamie over Big Ben,
glimpsing down at the city streets before looking up to
the stars and flying straight towards two bright stars sitting
right of the Moon. As they fly closer, the bright
stars illuminate so great Wendy's forced to shut her eyes,
capt to black end of episode One Day.
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