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+[The girls' apartment: Ross and Chandler are by the chair watching T.V., Joey is reading a book on the sofa. Monica is at the counter, preparing food. Rachel is sitting on a stool by the counter.]
+Joey: Actually, I've already read it once, but I'm reading it again because there's a play brewing about it, and I have an audition for it today.
+Joey: Yeah [puts the book down]. I was in acting school, and the guys decided to throw a discussion on it. So, I decided that I'll read the book so I can make a good impression on the ladies if y'know what I mean...
+Joey: Hey, know what we can do, so I can get prepared for the audition? Let's role-play our own version of "The Fountainhead".
+Phoebe: Well, for one thing: didn't it bother you that Dominique Francon, the main female character, didn't do anything in the best years of her life, except like... sleeping with people?
+Ross: yeah. All the characters in fact do nothing in the 20's and 30's, except maybe build a couple of buildings.
+Joey: If you ask me: the book is too slow-paced for the 90's. I mean, in the 60's it may have worked but we're in the information age now.
+Joey: Yeah, but it was still good enough in the 60's right? OK: our own version of "The Fountainhead" - here's what I think it should look like
+[ The screen becomes liquidlike and blurry to indicate an imagined sequence. Then: a dramatic music is heard and a black and white screen appears with the title "The Fountainhead" and several building around. The slide changes to "Starring: Chandler Bing, Phoebe Buffet, Monica Geller" ]
+[The screen changes to a long shot of a provincial university and then the dean office is shown. The dean is standing in the middle holding one picture in each one of his hands.
+Chandler: Oh good, and who do we get to play? Why don't I play the overwhelmingly exciting role of Austen Heller. I'm doing it so Joey can have the role of Mike the Electrician.
+Dean: OK. Can you please climb this chair, and put it on top of the fireplace instead of the other photograph? [Roark does so, and replaces a photograph of the Partenon, with a black and white photo of the Taj Mahal]
+Dean: Thanks. Could you believe that it's some gigantic grave in India that no-one ever heard about?
+Dean: Mr. Roark, you have the will, character, and maybe even the talent of a genius. Therefore, I cannot afford the Stanton Institute of Technology to lose a man like you. In fact, I'd like to recommend them to extend your scholarship, so you can...
+[Roark leaves the room, and on his way out meets Chandler who's wearing a black graduation cloak. ]
+Chandler: Peter Keating? Me? [Thinks for a moment] Hey, does this mean I'll be role-playing the most physically attractive male character in this story?
+Keeting: That loser? .... I mean: well, you're the architectural genius around here. Listen, why don't we get to the big apple together, and keep in touch. I'm going to find myself a nice job and all, but I suppose I can arrange you guys a commission or two. I'm good at those things.
+Phoebe's voice: Oooh, now I want to go on. Let's see, yes. [ The scene changes to Ellsworth Toohey's home] Keating and Roark, were not the only ones to arrive at New-York at that time. Catherine Halsey, Peter's valentine for many years, who had just lost her mother, was moving to reside with her uncle. The latter was Ellsworth Toohey, a creepy academe and journalist of the so-called "humanitarian" kind.
+[The door is ringing. Toohey (depicted by Mr. Heckels) goes to open it. Catherine (Phoebe in a casual dress, made to look very young) is standing behind it.]
+Toohey: Catherine, my dear, come in please. You seem so cheerful despite the fact your mother died.
+Catherine: [puts her suitcase on the floor] Oh, you know... It's been two weeks, and I met this really funny woman on the train.
+Toohey: Well, as you know, I'm a very busy man, I receive very little money, but my work is crucial to the welfare of, well... mankind. Still, hosting you is my moral duty, and I'll let you stay here and finance all your needs. I'll even put you to school or college if that what you want.
+Catherine: Give me two or three days to find a job, I'll pay you the rent, and we'll share the bills. Otherwise, you'll probably use my "gratitude" to psychologically manipulate me and leave me incapable of surviving in the real world for at least ten years.
+Toohey: Fine, pay the rent if you like. But where did you get that idea about the psychological manipulation and stuff?
+Catherine: Dah! It's in every second-rate romantic novel. What do you think about each of us cooking dinner on alternate days?
+Cameron (shouting from behind the door): You bastard, can't you do a basic design the right way? One day I'll have you fired. On second thought, one day I'll have all of you fired.
+[Roark open the door and they both enter. Cameron (depicted by Mr. Geller) is sitting at his desk looking at a design. ]
+Roark: Good morning Mr. Cameron, my name is Howard Roark, and I just quit Stanton Tech so I can work for you. I have some designs which you may want to look at. [hands him his designs.]
+Cameron: [while inspecting the designs] Very impressive... best ones I've seen in years. OK: you've got the job. Start working tomorrow. I'll give you 20 dollars per week.
+Chandler's Voice: With Roark by his side and with Peter Keating doing the public-relations work, Cameron became the hottest architect in New-York by the end of the year. However, after Roark and Cameron had a long fight of whether the steps of a certain house should be white or light beige, Peter suggested that they go separate ways. Thus, Roark quit to open his own office, while Peter started his own public relations company and is now regarded as the father of American publicists. [During this speech there are various slides: Cameron, Roark and Keating smiling; Roark and Cameron fighting while Peter tries to calm them down; a photo of the Keating Foundation. ]
+[cut to Catherine's apartment. She is hosting a book discussion with many of her female friends. Sophie (depicted by Bonnie, the friend Phoebe fixed up with ross) with long blonde hear and looking in her Victorian prime is there.]
+Catherine's Girlfriend 1: so I was think Jane has no choice but to go back to Mr. Rochester. Otherwise, the readers will say: hey, it was a great story, but the ending is <b>so</b> out of place.
+Peter: Really? I love "Jane Eyre". [steps in] Oh, hello all, my name is Peter Keating, I'm a friend of Catherine's, and I'd really like to join you so you'll excuse me for interrupting. By the way, you can call me Peter.
+Peter: So you see why I think that Bronte purposely wrote the book so we'll wonder whether she is being anti-religious or pro-religious?
+Peter: Well, then since it's rather late, I'll be going now. It was a wonderful evening (kisses her on the chick). Good Bye!
+Catherine: Bye. [she closes the door after Peter and lies against the door. ] Ehmmmm... I'm going to die an old maid at this rate. [walks forwards, off the door]
+Monica's voice: however Peter was not alone. Romance was waiting for Howard too in the form of Dominique Francon, a newly employed journalist in the New-York Banner, the city most popular second-grade newspaper.
+[The camera zooms out to reveal Dominique (depicted by Rachel) organizing her desk. Cut to Monica and Rachel's]
+Rachel: <b>What? </b>Me... "perfect beauty"; the most sought after Spinster in New-York city? As if!
+Toohey: Well, just to inform that it has been my observation that you are very fond of Mr. Howard Roark.
+Dominque: Roark? What of all things made you think that I'm attracted to this orange-headed talentless architect?
+Dominique: Mr. Toohey, I should say it is my diagnosis that you over-estimate your "powers of observation".
+Toohey: Miss Francon.... I'm getting tired of this useless mind war. Why not we be sincere with one another?
+Dominque: OK, Mr. Toohey, here's the thing about Roark: [grabs Toohey by his collar and shakes him] I WANT HIM <b>BAD!</b>
+Toohey: [releases her hands of his collar.] Calm down, Miss Francon. I dare say my experience in this field had been inadequate but it is a common belief that sometimes it is best to simply tell him about it.
+[ Cut to Roark's house. He's sitting at a desk at the back of the frame, hears a door bell, opens the door. It's Dominique. ]
+Roark: That's very nice. I'd like to sleep with you too. But I've got some work to do, so I can't. [sits back at his desk.]
+Dominque: Hrrr. All right - pretend that I'm not here. Pretend that you'd rather work on your stupid buildings. You wouldn't even be distracted if I stood naked in the middle of the room!
+Roark: I can see your reflection in the window. [ pause ] I should have thought about it when I designed this room.
+Dominique: Anyway, then we were tired of fooling around, so we went to bed, and I started telling him about my day, but you know men: he fell asleep immediately.
+Dominque [holding his hands]: Mr. Toohey, you know I know you are the most hideous, devious and destructive man in New-York city. But knowing every detail of my love life will not help you a bit, wouldn't it? [She leaves his hands and walks to her desk and grabs her typewriter] Wanna have lunch together?
+ [Cut to the arbour of Sophie's mansion. Sophie is sitting on a chair next to a glass table. She is reading a book. The New-York Banner is laid on the table. Sophie is dressed in a light but very chic and elegant dress. Catherine enters, dressed much more plainly and in less style.]
+Sophie: Well, I just read this article in the banner by this Dominque Francon character. She is quite amusing you know. Anyway, she says here: "I believe that women should become more assertive and take control of their relationships. God knows it helped me."
+Keating: let her in. [Catherine enters into Keating's office. Keating is there speaking with Roark.]
+Catherine: ... So, I went there and Howard Roark was there and Peter said they had to go to Jamaica to build some hotel out of wood or something.
+Sophie: Gail Wynand is in Jamaica. [Shows a copy of the New-York Banner with a picture of Joey with an all-face white beard on the cover.]
+Sophie: Oh don't you know. Gail Wynand will certainly want to meet them and he will take them to somewhere hideously far away and you won't see them for monthes. Do you remember Albert Einstein?
+[Cut to an airport. Catherine is wearing a pilot's jacket and is walking forward. Sophie is besides her. ]
+[Cut: the parachute falls down. Gets stuck on a date tree and Catherine falls down into a greenery field.]
+Catherine: [Slowly] Eight lives left. [Looks and sees a four-leaf clover right in front of her eyes.] Ohhh, [picks it up and get up] make it nine.
+Wynand: Hey, Mr. Roark, Mr. Keating - welcome to Jamaica. My name is Gail Wynand, you must have heard of me, but here's my card, just in case. [Hands them a card.]
+Roark [reading the card]: "Gail Wynand. Newspaper tycoon, perpetual traveler, and famous American playboy".
+Wynand: This card is slightly out of date. I now see myself more as an international playboy. Anyway: meet Elizabeth, the current love of my life. [Elizabeth, depicted by Monica enters the frame.]
+Keating: Hey Catherine, how did you get here? Anyway, meet Gail Wynand and his emm... lady-friend Miss Elizabeth...
+Roark: Gee, it was nice meeting you Mr. Wynand, but I have a building to build. I'll meet you all in the evening, OK?
+[Cut to construction site. Roark is there, as well as many Jamaicans who are in the midst of building his building.]
+Joey's Voice: With half of Jamaica eager to help him, Roark found building the hotel went amazingly fast.
+Roark: I have met Mr. Wynand, who I believe is your boss. I'll be meeting him again this evening. How charming.
+Wynand: So, I said to them: "No. I don't remember seeing anyone that looks like Woodrow Wilson passing by..."
+Wynand: You know, Howard, I think you're a great architect. And, Peter, you're very good as a publicist.
+Wynand: Call me Gail. Anyway, what did you say if I told you that I'll arrange it so you two can never work build buildings or do public-relations stuff again? I'll even give you a monthly allowance?
+Wynand: Giving you an allowance so you can paint some stupid paintings and dig some stupid bones. No way!
+In any case: I'm planning on setting sail with my Yacht tomorrow's morning. Why don't you all join me?
+[Cut to the beach of a Caribbean island. The girls are sitting on the sand, the boys are standing to the left, a little farther than the water. ]
+Wynand: Hey, relax, so the yacht drowned. I'll just use my contacts to get us out of here. Now, what island this is... ahmmm. On second thought: it's uninhabited, so I don't have any contacts here.
+Keating: So now we don't have contacts either? I guess that means we'll have to build a boat or a raft, or something.
+Roark: And how exactly are you going to build a radio transmitter? For one thing, we'll need a current source and some wires.
+Roark: I'm with Peter: we can use stones to cut and carve the tress, and then use twines to tie them into a raft.
+Dominique: I can summarize my relationship with Howard in one word: sex. As much as I want, when I want, in any way I want, but just sex.
+Elizabeth: We have enough but not too much and besides he's sweet, exciting, passionate ... and he even let's me date other guys.
+Elizabeth: I don't know... there just isn't any tension. I'll want to get married- we'll get married. I'll want to have a baby- we'll have a baby. I'll want to get a divorce- he'll give me a million dollars and divorce me.
+Joey's Voice: [trying to sound dramatic in an old-movie style] Will the boys never stop discussing what is the best way to get out of the island? [Cut to the fountain-girls] Will the girls do something besides complaining about their love lives? [Split picture with both trios] Are six of the most competent men and women in America...
+Joey's Voice: In the world, ever going to get out of that Caribbean island? Find out in the continuation of [The "The Fountainhead" slide is displayed] The Fountainhead.
+Joey: I have to go to the audition now, so we'll have to continue this stuff later. [Rises and walks out] Bye!