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Episode Five
Meanwhile, Alexandra Restauranter has returned to her restaurant, Les Moutons. There is a faint sound of sheep bleating in the background.
Alexandra sits at a smartly set table, a wine glass and a half empty bottle of red wine are in front of her. She is holding that same shiny diamond ring, that magically fits her finger perfectly, that Carlos had used to propose to her just a few hours before.
Her son, Luke, walks in to the room wearing Hi5 pyjamas and his ridiculously thick glasses. He stumbles down some stairs and walks into a decorative pillar but eventually makes it over to his mother.
"Mother, what is that expensive looking rock that you are holding?" asks Luke innocently.
"It is a ring, son," says Alexandra in that high-pitched voice you have to use when talking to children.
"Did Carlos give it to you?" questions Luke, getting straight to the crux of the issue without even realising.
"Yes. It is from Carlos. He wants me to marry him. That would mean that I would be his wife and you would be his step-son. It would also mean that he would be my husband and that he would be your step-father. Sophia and Benjamin Richman would be your step sister and brother. I would be your mother and you would be my son. Theresa would still be married to Alfonso and Rebecca would still be a sad and lonely evil woman," explains Alexandra in an unnecessarily confusing way. "Do you follow me, child?"
"I sure do, Mother. Do you want to marry him? Do you want to marry Carlos Richman?" says Luke, yet again raising the hard issues.
"I don't know, Lukie. I just don't know..."
DRAMATIC MUSIC AND THE EXCESSIVE FLUTTERING OF LUKE'S EYELASHES
Meanwhile, back at Rebecca's pad...
Rebecca sticks her head out of the window sniffing exorbitantly. The 'realistic' breeze created by electric fans flows through her hair and the fake palm trees rustle nearby.
"I can smell it..." she mutters. "I can smell the smell of a marriage proposal. I don't know how, I don't know why, I don't even know if my nose still works after all of that plastic surgery, but I am certain that Carlos Richman has just proposed to someone. Someone sheepish. Someone who works with sheep atleast. Possibly some sort of restaurant owner. Wow, my nose is surprisingly sharp today."
Rebecca pulls her head back inside the house, fixes her hair after all of that wind and wipes her nose on her sleeve.
"It stinks!" she screams. "Just you wait, Carlos Richman if that really is your name. You'll be marrying rich old – I mean young – me before you go marrying any restaurant owners!"
AND YET AGAIN, REBECCA EXWIFE-RICHMAN LAUGHS AN EVIL LAUGH
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