ACT ONE. SCENE ONE
The Valentine’s dinner.
FADE. IN
EXT. BYRON’S HOME, NEWSTEAD ABBEY.
It is February 14th, Valentine’s Day and the weather is bitter and cold. We see the cars of
Wordsworth, Coleridge, Keats and Shelley sitting in the driveway. The house is aglow with lit window lights, rustling leaves twirl on the porch and smoke escapes the chimney.
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INT. BYRON’S HOME, NEWSTEAD ABBEY – MINUTES LATER
Inside the forayer we can hear chatting coming from the dining room. As we get closer a hearty laugh, a belch, and maybe a few wine glasses as they oxygenate the red in circular motions on the wooden table can be heard from the hallway.
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INT. BYRON’S HOME, DINING ROOM– MINUTES LATER
We enter the dining room as our group of poets and their significant others are finishing Valentine’s Day dinner. They are conversing about designing the perfect Valentine as a group but soon realize it would be more entertaining to have a contest and design their own.
BYRON (to the guests)
I hope everyone has enjoyed the pheasant. Even if we can not agree on one lousy Valentine, I just hope that the pheasant was satisfactory.
WORDSWORTH (mouth full of food)
Yes, indeed……. The bird was quiet delicious. As for the Valentine, maybe we should forget about it altogether.
BYRON (determined)
Nonsense! I say we have a contest to see who can design the best Valentine here.
COLERIDGE (raising his glass in approval)
Sounds like a splendid idea ol’ chap. What do you propose we do?
BYRON
After dinner we separate and design our Valentines wherever we wish throughout the house. We will reconvene in the study in one hour to display our work. The ladies will judge the finished products and decide which one is the best.
BEAT
After they clean the dishes of course.
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INT. KITCHEN – SECONDS LATER
Annabella Milbank makes a face in response to what Byron just said about the ladies washing the dishes.
ANNABELLA (pissed off)
Clean your own bloody dishes, you drunken jackass!
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INT. DINING ROOM – SECONDS LATER
Keats is confused about what is going on with the contest and wants a better explanation.
KEATS (confused)
Could you repeat that?
ANNABELLA (OC)
I Said, Clean your own bloody dishes, you drunken jackass!
KEATS (laughing)
No. Not you Annabella.
BEAT (laughing to Byron)
Byron, could you repeat the rules please?
BYRON (slurring his words)
CONTEST! VALENTINE! The winner will receive a bottle of my best brandy. Let’s get started, shall we.
KEATS
Whatever you say. I’m in.
SHELLEY (disappointed)
I’m not finished my pheasant yet.
BYRON (hands raised in the air)
We have one hour before we reconvene in the study. Good luck to you all!
BEAT
Take the friggin’ pheasant with you Shelley.
ACT ONE.SCENE TWO
The contest begins.
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EXT. BYRON’S HOME, NEWSTEAD ABBEY.
We hear the poets rushing around trying to find a room in which to write and design their Valentine in. An instrumental is being played as the camera pans the front yard, finally focusing in on a bedroom window, third floor.
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INT. 3rd FLOOR BEDROOM – MINUTES LATER
We find Shelley trying to compose his Valentine and eating pheasant at the same time.
SHELLEY (eating and talking to himself)
Mmmm. What shall I write about for this Valentine? Maybe I can write a prose poem or a sonnet, or a naturalistic monologue confessing my love but not fully committing to the idea of such an overrated holiday. I MUST WIN THAT BOTTLE OF BRANDY! This pheasant is so good! Maybe I could devote my Valentine to the bird and how tasty it was. I wonder how Keats is coming along.
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INT. 2nd FLOOR BEDROOM
Keats is preparing his Valentine and seems to be doing quite well at composing it thus far. He is writing a poem to Fanny Brawne, his fiancée and hoping that she chooses his as the winner.
KEATS (reading his poem to himself)
This holiday that surrounds us is tormented and sad.
The slightest infraction of light could easily penetrate
The flesh and like small axe bring the heart falling
To earth without a sound
Lost in innocence
Lost in the forest of velvet wings and blossoms
Which sleep in our mind as we move in rhythm dancing
With pre-determination guided by the shaman into
What we call Love
Lost names and faces
We wear white sheets reminding us that like Zen
We are a flowing creature moving with the spirits
Through any hole we can find like dead poet rodents
Hard with shell exterior
Inside delicate structure
Innocent until life begins
I roam in the shade of light
Always searching
Always determined.
And then I found you.
Happy Valentine’s Day
-John
KEATS (looking in the mirror. Laughing)
What RUBBISH! You have this thing in the bag.
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EXT. UPSTAIRS BATHROOM DOOR
We hear Coleridge in the bathroom trying to compose his Valentine. He decided to write it to an ambiguous figure. We are not sure if he wrote this to Sarah C. or Sarah H. Maybe he intends to give them each a copy.
COLERIDGE (speaking to himself)
I wonder how John and the rest of the boys are making out. I need to write a lyrical poem with nice end rhyme so that it will resonate a warm feeling when I read it to the judges.
Eyes alive with visions of you,
dancing within my mind, the view.
Feelings in this garden, as roses grow.
So beautiful, soft, driven slow.
Breathing the rain, the love you supply.
My garden, my love, my roses stay alive.
Visions of you alive if it seems,
away in the night, silent dreams.
Upon me, crashing in so unreal,
feelings for you, feelings I feel.
My feelings, myself, my love, the world,
all I want, such a beautiful girl.
Alive within me, within me so much
gentle kisses, feathered touch.
Deeply moved from your gazing eyes,
warm sensations, between the thighs.
Holding back mixed pleasures and pain.
Feeling sensual, can't reach to gain.
Wanting to feel you all inside.
Wanting to feel you, urges that hide.
Kissing you all over, from head to toe,
horizontal movement, soft and slow.
Electric vibrations, pleasures within,
descending, holding you, let this begin.
COLERIDGE (speaking to himself. laughing)
That should win me the bottle of brandy and quiet possibly a good shagging.
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INT. BASEMENT
The basement is partially outside in the back yard. An uncovered portion of the floor extends to the garden, near a giant willow tree. Hear we find Wordsworth using this scenery as a muse to compose his Valentine.
WORDSWORTH (speaking to himself)
Ahhhh! The scenery is just wonderful from the basement view. What an architectural breakthrough in designing this amazing structure, allowing such beauty to be observed in such a picturesque way. Well, I must use this to my advantage and compose a Valentine God would accept as his own. A masterpiece, worthy of the name Lucy, which will win me the finest brandy and a few nods from my fellow poets, not to mention a good night with Dorothy or Mary, perhaps both.
Under the same sun, the same stars, the same sky,
alone under the moon wondering why?
Visions of you fall asleep with me.
All that I feel, all that I see.
Kissing your lips, caressing your thighs,
lusciously sweet, intoxicating eyes.
Alone in the night thinking of you.
Love growing stronger
admiring the view.
The only heart I love, your possession.
Wanting you and waiting for the session.
Together united we will soon be.
With love on our side
confide within me.
Away in the night, sleeping tight,
My Valentine dream sweet dreams tonight.
-William
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INT. 3rd FLOOR BEDROOM
We visit Percy as he is desperately trying to compose a Valentine for the contest. He has finished his pheasant and has been drinking steadily trying to break this writing block and eventually makes some strides in getting some ink on the paper. We witness his first attempt at the Valentine.
SHELLEY (brainstorming and getting drunk)
I must come up with something brilliant and more satisfying than that damn nightingale. I have to move my Mary’s soul, make her skin flush with the melody of my poetic verse. Most importantly, I must win that bottle of brandy.
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EXT. 3rd FLOOR BEDROOM DOOR
We see a hand knocking on the door. It is Lord Byron coming to check on Percy.
BYRON (knocking)
Nightingale, Nightingale….are you in there Nightingale?
SHELLEY (OC)
YES! I am trying to create in this tiny bedroom with only one window for the creative energy I crave to be my muse.
BYRON (serious)
Oh yeah. You are in the tiniest room in the house. You should have plenty of inspiration in the walls alone, I wrote Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage in that room.
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INT. 3rd FLOOR BEDROOM
We see Percy turning red due to Lord Byron’s cockiness.
SHELLEY (sternly)
Rubbish mate! For I am almost finished this Valentine and I guarantee I will be victorious in this contest.
SHELLEY (sliding it under the door)
Just look at some of these lines I have scribbled down for everyone to admire.
CLOSE.UP
PARCHMENT PAPER
Reads: Love is pure, tantalizing images flow through, Beautiful private picture show, Releasing intimate bliss for the senses from transparent galaxies, drifting under grey masses, blue space, white clouds swept behind my eyes kissing optic nerve, beautiful iris.
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EXT. 3rd FLOOR BEDROOM DOOR
We see Byron reading this nonsense and getting a good laugh at the same time.
BYRON (laughing and walking away)
Hey Shelley, what the hell is a picture show?
BEAT (under his breath)
Quack….
CAMERA POV
INT. BYRON WALKING DOWN THE HALLWAY
Byron is searching for the perfect place to write his Valentine. He seems determined to win and not give away a bottle of his best brandy. He almost feels that he may have sparked a fire in Shelley, surely a disadvantage for him. We follow Byron downstairs to the billiard room.
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INT. BILLIARD ROOM
We find all the ladies enjoying a game of billiards. Shooting pool and drinking absinthe on the rocks from small tumblers. Byron immediately clears the room when he suggests an orgy while the others are working. He’s laughing and making gestures at the women, almost seeming devilish in his mannerisms. The ladies take him for an idiot and leave the premises, reminding him that there’s not much time left before the judging begins.
CLOSE.UP
LORD BYRON
Looking around the room for the tiniest bit of inspiration.
BYRON (thinking out loud)
The glorious time has come to put my friends to shame.
Dear Valentine,
So deeply in love my mind has fallen.
Holding in these feelings of mine.
My heart is hurting, my eyes are swollen
Feelings I found within lost time.
To gain time lost I must be without silence.
Express my feelings of my hearts desire.
Holding on to this love with all confidence.
Letting out from within my hearts raging fire.
Within my heart I embrace my love.
If love would fall unto me I would give my all.
A wish I threw over an ocean sky amongst the stars above.
Waiting under an ocean sky for my wish, the one I love.
A wish I kissed under an ocean sky.
A fallen star has landed within my eyes.
Happy Valentine’s Day
-Lord Byron
BYRON (thinking out loud)
Ahhhh. Maybe I should steal some of Shelley’s work, he’d never know.
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INT.3rd FLOOR BEDROOM
The camera pans the room showing detailed images of the art on the wall, the grandfather clock, and Shelley sitting there at this wooden desk with his hand on his head, tapping away at the ink-well. We get the sense of urgency as the sound of the ticking clock becomes louder and louder. The tapping at the ink-well becomes louder and louder. Shelley is slouched with poor posture and only sits up straight when he takes a sip of his drink.
CLOSE.UP
PIECE OF PAPER
Shelley has been scribbling and jotting down line after line of poetry and little pictures to accompany them. The camera stops and focuses on a particular line, which says, “CREATE!”, and the picture next to the line is of a face, the face of a gruesome monster looking chap. The camera holds on this image for a brief second.
Shelley’s image of Frankenstein
FADE.OUT
FADE.IN
SHELLEY WRITING
He finally begins drafting something.
SHELLEY (writing and speaking to himself)
I have the strangest feeling that I just had a premonition, a glance into the future. I, I, Oh never mind that, I must get this Valentine finished. “A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sound; his auditors are as men entranced by the melody of an unseen musician who feel that they are moved and softened, yet know not whence and why”, if only I could translate my works into some sort of Valentine I’d be sure to win. Let’s see here.
To my sweet Mary.
I visited the bathroom as I do every morning
To drain myself from the previous night’s libations
I was shocked when I reached down to hold myself
my penis was gone nothing but a hole remained
I thought to myself where did it fall off this time
I felt like a female what a way to go out I thought
Then I remembered that I have a detachable penis
I must have left it in bed under my pillow
Or left it hanging next to my neck-ties in the closet
I hoped my wife didn’t have it
She steals it often and doesn’t call me for weeks
The last time I suspected her was a real horror-show
I found space man lover in the litter box all beat up
I called up my wife and begged her please
Help me find my space man lover
That’s the name she gave it I don’t know why
I wanted to call it worm, bean, or Frankenstein
She persisted to call it space man lover
She says she sees stars when I’m inside her
Whatever it’s just sex I said nothing astronomical
I know I’m good but it’s just a little of the ol’ in and out
I know she has space man lover lately she’s been sitting funny
I know that it’s stuffed way inside her panty drawer
or in the secret pocket of her purse placed between lipsticks
I know she has it she’s never been so happy.
Happy Valentine’s Day Mary
Love,
-Percy
SHELLEY (stressed out)
Not good, not good at all. The first thing they will ask is, “who and what a Frankenstein is”, and so I must give this another try, a college try, if you will.
ACT ONE. SCENE THREE
The meeting of the minds.
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EXT. BYRON’S HOME, NEWSTEAD ABBEY.
The time is winding down and the poets will soon reconvene in the study to have their Valentine’s judged by their loved ones. As the camera pans the front side of the house we hear the same instrumental playing. The candle light in the windows is casting our contestants’ shadows walking around, eventually making their way down stairs to the study. The camera slowly zooms in on one window, the window to the study, and the presentations are about to take place.
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INT.THE STUDY
The poets have reconvened in the study with their Valentine poems. They all look as if they all have the winner in their hand as they stride in confidence through the room. The ladies are present and seem to be a little drunk from the absinthe they have been drinking earlier. Wordsworth and Coleridge take a seat by the book shelve, each with a broad smile on their faces as if they both had already won the brandy. John takes a seat on the smoking chair by the window and lights up a fag rolled with the best clove mix. Percy moves to the other side of the room and takes a seat next to Mary showing her his work. Lord Byron decides to hold court and begins placing tumblers filled with brandy on the wooden table in the center of the room. The judging is about to begin.
BYRON (begins to speak)
Well my chaps, the time has come to present the Valentines to be judged and the best one shall be framed and hung on my wall of art, which makes this study the most inspirational room in the house. Please take a brandy and let us toast to this most joyous gathering of friends.
INT.THE STUDY – SAME
The poets and their loved ones each take a brandy and take part in a toast.
EVERYONE (raising glasses)
CHEERS! Here’s to the best of the romantics. CHEERS!
INT.THE STUDY – SAME
After the toast the women ask that all the Valentines be put into a basket and that the men adjourn to the billiard room so that they can preview the poems and pick the best one. The men agree and as they leave they take a bottle of brandy and some cigars with them. All the men are gone and the women start spreading the Valentines out on the table. Mary Shelley has volunteered to read them aloud to the rest of the girls. The ladies take a seat as Mary begins with Coleridge’s Valentine.
MARY (eyes wide and mouth agape)
Well, it rhymes but there is no title or signature, or even a closing acknowledging that this person loves someone in this room. What do you think ladies?
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SARAH COLRIDGE
Sarah has no idea who wrote this and seems disgusted by the undertones of some erotic sexual lusting.
SARAH (critically speaking)
I agree. The rhyme is nice but this person clearly has one thing on his mind, SEX!
Samuel would never write this rubbish to me in a Valentine. I think I will pass this one up.
BEAT
Sounds like Byron if you ask me.
ANNABELLA (disagreeing)
Honey, Byron might seem devilish at times but his eroticism is more weighted on the masculine side, besides, he drinks too much brandy to be able to even think of such sensual behavior.
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INT.THE STUDY –SAME – MARY
Mary begins reading another Valentine, belonging to John.
MARY (delighted but confused)
It seems that John has written something quite different and not to the standard of his particular stanza form. Although, it has nice imagery and boasts the creative side of the poet John has become. I think I will put this one aside. It has potential.
FANNY (delighted)
It was beautiful! Ladies, this is why I am marrying this man. He has such insight when it comes to writing and a tender heart that compliments his soul ever so nicely. “And then I found you”, how romantic.
DOROTHY (drunken slur)
La-d-da honey. I’ll give you transcendence.
MARY (directed towards Dorothy)
All right, let’s settle down ladies. Keep it up Dorothy and I’ll have to ask for my clothes back. OK. Let’s get into another Valentine, shall we?
INT.THE STUDY –SAME
Mary puts John’s Valentine aside to be judged again. She goes into the basket to get another and pulls out Dorothy’s brothers, William’s Valentine.
MARY (excited and anxious)
Well, well, well. Interesting, it looks like we are about to hear about a brother’s love for his sister, maybe. I would hope not. The rhyme is brilliant, the stanzas are tight and well constructed and it appears that he has written in the style we are all accustomed to hearing from William. The floor is open.
DOROTHY (irritated but secretly delighted)
How do we know that was written for me? I am his sister after all. We share the same blood not the same bed.
AUGUSTA (sarcastically)
I would hope not.
DOROTHY (giving it right back)
Oh, look who’s talking! Half-sister or half lover!
AUGUSTA (astonished)
I beg your pardon! What goes on in my bedroom is none of your business.
DOROTHY (retaliates)
How does Annabella feel about your bedroom business?
ANNABELLA (carefree)
Let’s have another drink, shall we?
MARY (saving the conversation)
I have a better idea. Let’s put this Valentine aside and read another. The men are waiting on us.
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INT.BILLIARD ROOM
The men are engaging in homosexual behavior. Byron and Wordsworth, Keats and Shelley and Coleridge are playing strip billiards. Boys will be boys.
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INT.THE STUDY –MINUTES LATER
Mary pulls another Valentine from the basket. She pulls Byron’s out and begins to read it to the women.
MARY (joyfully but getting tired)
Huh. I like it. It has a fluid rhyme scheme and speaks ever so gently to his loved one, whoever that could be.
ANNABELLA (jokingly)
It deserves to be placed in the fire.
DOROTHY (agreeing)
Yes. After his rude suggestion of an orgy earlier in the evening, it should find its way to Hades by means of burning amongst the logs.
AUGUSTA (trying to save it from the flame)
If we do such a thing we will be playing into his little mind game. I believe that he is expecting us to toss it in the flames. I say we hide it in the desk drawer and say that we burnt it to get a reaction.
EVERYONE (agreeing)
And so be it. Good idea Augusta.
MARY (sighing knowing that it is Shelley’s)
Ok. The last one happens to be Percy’s. However, I will show no favoritism what so ever knowing that it is his and that it is about me. Here it goes.
INT.THE STUDY –SECONDS LATER
Mary begins reading Percy’s Valentine silently to herself before reading it aloud. It starts off really good but she’s confused because it doesn’t rhyme and the subject matter is not of Percy’s usual poetic form. She finishes and has not read it aloud yet.
MARY (speechless)
I don’t know what to say about this except that it is witty and it has an unusual subject matter.
BEAT
I, um, I don’t know how to say this.
ANNABELLA (determined to know)
Just tell us what it says. Read it aloud!
EVERYONE (simultaneously)
Come on! What does it say?
MARY (confused)
Well, he’s hung over and goes to the bathroom to pee.
BEAT
Then he, he realizes that his, his penis is gone. And doesn’t remember where he lost it.
EVERYONE (giving total attention to Mary)
Go on. His penis is gone?
MARY (stuttering)
Yes. It, it seems that he has lost his penis from the beginning and that he blames me for stealing it when it’s not hanging in the closet next to his neck-ties.
BEAT
He says that I, oh God! He says that I call it Space Man Lover.
BEAT (starting to laugh)
And that he wanted to call it Bean, Worm or Frankenstein. Whatever that means.
EVERYONE (laughing)
Frankenstein! What the hell is that?
MARY (Hysterical)
I have no idea but it has an alluring sound to it.
BEAT (hysterically laughing)
He even drew a picture of this Frankenstein and it looks nothing like his penis.
INT.THE STUDY –SAME
The ladies, all now laughing hysterically, move in towards Mary to get a glimpse of this image. They seem to enjoy Percy’s Valentine the most and after just seconds from hearing it, they declare it the winner. They all agree that it was the most creative and entertaining Valentine they have ever seen. They begin to frame it and hang it on the wall before calling the gentlemen back to the study.
ACT ONE. SCENE FOUR
The winner is….
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INT. BILLIARD ROOM
The men are now relaxing, tired from their horse play, each with a cigar and a glass of the finest brandy in the house. We hear Mary calling for the men to come back to the study.
MARY (OC)
Come on! We have declared a winner!
INT. BILLIARD ROOM – SAME
The guys look at each other and decide they shall take their brandy and cigars into the study to find out who has won this fiasco.
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INT.THE STUDY –MINUTE LATER
We see the men walk in with their cigars and tumblers full of brandy. They look exhausted, drunk and not to mention fulfilled. The women are all seated behind the wooden table in the center of the room. Behind the women is the wall of art and hanging in the middle is a framed Valentine covered with a cloth to hide its identity. The unveiling is about to begin. Mary stands up to speak.
MARY (pleased with the decision)
Gentlemen, please be seated. Behind me, hanging on the wall is the winning entry. We had read some really good, traditional Valentines and it was a hard decision to determine who won. Just remember, you are all winners in the hearts of all of us women.
BYRON (OC)
Spare us the theatrics and tell us who won already!
ALL THE MEN (anxiously waiting)
Yeah, on with it already!
MARY (feeling unappreciated)
Very well then, the winner is.
BEAT
Space Man Lover!
INT.THE STUDY –SECONDS LATER
Everyone but Percy is pissed off and confused because no body knows what the hell Space Man Lover is except Percy. While the men are talking amongst themselves and trying to figure out who had won Percy makes eye contact with Mary and smiles widely.
Mary walks over and takes Percy by the hand, stands him up and gives him a hug and a warming heart-felt kiss upon the lips. The camera follows Mary over to the framed Valentine hanging on the wall.
MARY (excited to reveal the Valentine)
Gentlemen, without further ado, I give you Space Man Lover, by Percy Shelley.
INT.THE STUDY –SECONDS LATER
Mary pulls the cloth off of the frame and reveals Percy’s Valentine to his distinguished fellow writers. The cloth comes down and everybody looks in awe at the artistic rendering of such a fine piece of work. Percy smiles and nods his head.
BYRON (to Percy and all)
Well, it has been an adventurous and interesting night to say the least. I just want to congratulate everyone for their fine effort and hard work. Most importantly, I want to thank you all for being here and sharing something we all hold close to our hearts, writing and friendship.
WORDSWORTH (interrupting the speech)
The brandy! Bring out the brandy for our winner.
BYRON (retorting)
Ah, yes. The brandy!
INT.THE STUDY –SECONDS LATER
Byron walks over to his brandy vault and unlocks the gold pad lock with a key, which he has draped around his neck attached to a silver necklace. He reaches in and pulls out the finest Northern European brandewijn, (burnt wine) and holds it up for all to see. The brandy is a Pomace Brandy. Brandy made from the pressed grape pulp, skins, and stems that remain after the grapes are crushed and pressed to extract most of the juice for wine. Pomace Brandies, which are usually minimally aged and seldom see wood, are an acquired taste. They often tend to be rather raw, although they can offer a fresh, fruity aroma of the type of grape used a characteristic that is lost in regular oak-aged Brandy. To say the least, this brandy is rare and expensive to acquire. He hands the brandy over to Percy.
BYRON (handing over the brandy)
Congratulations Percy for a job well done. How ‘bout a speech and an explanation of the Valentine you submitted.
PERCY (laughing and smiling)
Thank you. I enjoyed this contest all too much. I am pleased to have been in the company of such fine writers and to have my Valentine chosen by such beautiful women to be hung on your wall. The Valentine was supposed to humorous, a stretch from the ordinary Shelley but heart-felt nonetheless. The motivation behind this was fueled by the brandy and my muse, as always, my beautiful wife, Mary.
BYRON (curiously)
Could you explain the drawing of this Frankenstein?
PERCY (engaging)
Sure. Well, you see, I simply needed something that would rhyme with brandewijn and considering the subject matter of losing my penis and or Frank, for a proper slang word. I decided to use Frankenstein.
BEAT (closing)
The drawing was inspired of the way I sometimes feel when I am hung over, so I just simply drew what I probably looked like after a night of hard drinking. Pause and admire.
EVERYONE (cheerful)
Here, here! Here, here!
INT.THE STUDY –SECONDS LATER
Everyone gathered around the baby grand and sang songs to celebrate Percy’s futuristic styling of his Space Man Lover. They celebrated well into the morning hours with bottles of the brandewijn reading all the other Valentines and having a good laugh at their achievements. The night began to fade and the poets and their lovers began to retire to their chambers to fall into slumber and dream of many things to come.
FADE.OUT
INT.THE STUDY – LATER
The study is dark. The party has retired and gone to sleep. We see the door of the study creek open. The light shines in and cascades across the wooden floor. It widens as the door reveals a figure entering the room. A match is lit and we get a glimpse of Mary’s face as she puts the flame to a candle. The glow illuminates her torso all the way to her face, which is framed by her golden hair, resembling hay in the candle light. She walks over to the wall of art where Percy’s winning Valentine hangs in the glow of the candle. She stares at it, wide eyed and dreamy. Staring like she has seen the future.
FADE.TO.BLACK
FIN
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