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Episode Eleven
Doctor and heart-throb, Trent Geepee works hard at keeping Rebecca Exwife-Richman in the world of the living. Trent wipes a single glistening bead of sweat from his forhead and clenches his teeth as he goes back in for more lifesaving.
Sophia stands outside the emergency room praying for her mother's life.
"Dear Lord, help studmuffin Trent save my mother," recites Sophia, looking up into the heavens/fluorescent lights of the hospital. "Rebecca may be evil, she may be plotting against hundreds of people and she may deserve to die, but she does not deserve to die this way! We don't even know what is wrong with her. Surely she will leave this earth by gunshot wound or freak fire! "
Sophia wipes away a perfect tear from her perfect cheek. A nurse runs out of the room in which Rebecca's life hangs by a thread.
"Nurse! Any news?" asks Sophia pathetically.
"I'm sorry, miss. I'm just an extra," says the uniformed civilian.
Sophia weeps weepingly just as her older, yet not necessarily wiser, brother, Benjamin runs over to her.
"Sister, what is wrong with mother? Son is worried," says Benjamin, obviously worried.
"She's.... DYING!" bawls Sophia and collapses in Benjamin's muscular arms.
Trent Geepee is worried. Very worried. But nothing is going to stop him from saving Rebecca Exwife-Richman's life. She will live, even if she has to die first.
Meanwhile at Theresa Mohammed-Piazza-Richman and Alfonso Mystery's house where every day is a great day...
"Mi Amor, I am home!" cries Alfonso Mystery, looking ruggedly handsome in a white linen shirt and carrying a mandolin.
There is no answer. He looks around the lounge room where many guests have been entertained. Alfonso remembers the nights that he has spent sitting and listening to Theresa sing lovely songs accompanied by lovely musicians, often his lovely self on his lovely mandolin. You might even catch him playing the tambourine with his wooden leg on the odd occassion. Such a talented household.
Now would be the perfect time for a serenade, if only he had someone here to serenade to.
Alfonson goes over to the phone and dials a very long and very international phone number and speaks in a foreign language, but lucky for us we have subtitles.
"Hello my darling. How are you? I wish to sing you a song. A song of love, of romance, of long walks along the beach and, most of all, of pizza pie."
Alfonso places the phone on the table and sits down on one of those ridiculously floral and very uncomfortable looking settees that rich people own. He strums his mandolin and begins to sing...
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