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+Joey: Remember that biker that sees Roark's recreation camp at the beginning of the fourth part? Well, I'm playing his college buddy!
+Joey: No. The play is basically about a parallel plot with different characters that is some-how connected with what happens in the book.
+[The screen bubbles into the Caribbean island. The fountain-boys are standing near the beach talking, the girls are standing at the back of the frame. Everybody clothes are in worse condition, which indicates they been there for quite a while. Dominique walks towards the men, and it is clear from her expression that she's angry.]
+Dominique: Howard, [she arrives at the boys' location] we've been on this island for three days now. We're sick of eating coconuts. We're sick of eating mangos...
+Roark: But we've made important progress: we passed the brainstorming stage and right now we're in the solution analysis and evaluation stage.
+[Long shot at one of the island's shores. It is filled with "Help!" inscriptions in various languages. Some are drawn with mud, and others are inlayed with stones and shells. Dominique and Elizabeth are standing near the outgrowth; Catherine is busy inlaying an "S.O.S"; Elizabeth is holding a long stick in her hands]
+Elizabeth: Well, inscribing "Help!" all over the island's shores in every language a potential savior of ours may understand, certainly cannot make matters worse.
+[She walks towards the misspelled sign, and prepares to erase the extra dot with her stick. Close up.]
+French Woman: Oh, excuse me, for not introducing myself. My name is Brigitte de-Nouver, and I'm aan art critic. [Dominique and Catherine walk and stand beside Elizabeth] My husband and I were cruising the Caribbean in our yacht and then I saw it.
+Brigitte: This island... is the most powerful avant-garde artwork I have ever seen. I must buy it from you!
+[ Cut to the fountain-boys. They are sitting in the middle of the island's plant growth, and still discussing the possible ways of getting out of the island. Brigitte passes by, leading a group of art enthusiasts.]
+Brigitte: [stops] And here we can see the New-York architect Howard Roark; his good friend Peter Keating the publicist [Peter raises his hand and waves at the crowd]; and Gail Wynand, the newspaper tycoon and famous American playboy...
+Brigitte: ...famous international playboy. They are one of the island's most important aanimated details. Their presence amplify the irony in the situation those three women faced...
+Man: My name is Rob, and I'm a boat-owner. Your lady-friends instructed me to bring you back to Jamaica.
+Roark: Yeah, it would have taken us several more days to finish this discussion. [They rise and start following Rob. ] Regarding what you said about the bonfire...
+Elizabeth: I always wanted to be a Chef. I studied home economics at College and then I went to Memphis and opened a small restaurant of my own. But people there didn't like the fact of a woman being a chef, so they never went to my restaurant.
+So, I moved to Philadelphia, which is a more liberal city. And then all the woman-liberation activists got excited, and my restaurant was full just because I was a woman chef. But I want to be appreciated because of my food, not because I'm woman. So, I decided to move to England, where they have achieved greater progress regarding women-rights.
+Elizabeth: No. People flocked to my restaurant just because I was the only American chef in London.
+So, I moved to the Canary islands, where people thought my food was a nice change, and didn't care much about me being a woman or not. And then Gail came by, and I decided to join him on his endless travels.
+Wynand: So, what do you want to do next? I can arrange for another yacht tour, or we can go to Florida and explore the swamps...
+Keating: Actually, Gail, I think we had enough recreation for now, and Howard and I will just head back to New-York.
+Roark: Hmmm... not really. And beside, you're Gail Wynand and you can arrange everything so it kind of render all the fun out of it...
+Wynand: Okay. How about that: I drop you off at the Mexican shore, and you'll try to get to the U.S., where you'll be safe.
+Elizabeth: Yes, we'll be OK. Like I said, splitting up will raise the chance of at least one of the groups arriving safely at the border, and us women are probably just slowing you down anyway.
+Keating: I wonder what Gail meant by him arranging to get us killed. We've walked for a long time and so-far nothing bad happened.
+[A large number of Mexicans spring from between the houses, holding guns and pistols. They aim them at Peter and Roark.]
+Mexican Gang Leader: [He takes a brief look at a photo he's holding in his hand.] You are Howard Roark and Peter Keating, right?
+[The two are running in the streets of the town, and the Mexicans chase them and shoot bullets at them. The camera cuts to a Mexican man who overseas the chase, he then shouts atthe chasing gang]
+Mexican Man: You shouldn't kill those men just because Gail Wynand said so. We have to deduce what is good and moral by ourselves according to the immutable laws of logic, and regardless of the subjective whims of Gail Wynand or anybody else for that matter. Killing those two men, who are perfectly innocent as far as we know, would be a wrong thing to do, and Gail Wynand's will cannot change that.
+Mexican Man: Well, you're welcome. And besides: Gail Wynand said the exact same thing the last time he has been here.
+Keating: You know, walking in the desert and avoiding those towns, was a good idea to stay out of trouble. But I'm getting thirsty. What do you say we sneak to a well?
+[Suddenly, many Indians spring from various hiding places around the two, aiming them guns and arrows at them. Roark and Keating see them and quickly raise their hands. The Indian chief singals them to move to the right, and the two walk that way, followed by several armed Indians who are guarding them.]
+[Cut. It's night. A long shot of a large wooden platform, with a tall wooden pole somewhere in its left side. The entire Indian tribe gathered in front of the platform.
+Roark: Peter, I have a confession to make. I didn't really show it, but I actually like you. And I really appreciate how you helped me and Cameron.
+Keating: Gee, Roark, it's nice to hear that. I will cherish that thought for the next couple of... minutes.
+[The Indian crowd start cheering and shouting. Long shot, then close up on the Indian chieftain who is standing in the middle of the platform. He knocks three times with his staff, and the crowd silences.]
+[The crowd start cheering and shouting again. The chief knocks two times with his staff, and the crowd silences again.]
+[Sparks of light appear on one spot in the platform, and then there's smoke, and Wynand appears out of it.]
+Indian Chief: We caught two of the men you requested to hunt down, and we are going to execute them.
+[An Indian approaches Roark, and cuts down his ropes. After he's untied, Roark grabs the Indian's knife, rushes toward Wynand, take hold of him and holds the knife close to his throat.]
+Keating: OK, Gail, I think we lost them. Roark and I have to cross the Rio-Grande, so you'll probably want to stay here.
+Wynand: Naaah, I'll join you just for the excitement. Besides, those Indians may see me as a fallen god or something, so it might be dangerous for me to stay here too.
+[Cut to the edge of a cliff in Texas near the Mexican border. The three men are climbing there after having crossed the Rio Grande. They look awful.]
+Keating: Yes, finally we're safe, on the right side of the border. Gail, you didn't affect Americans to hunt us too, did you?
+Border Guard: If I had a nickel for every time I heard that. Nice accent, by the way. Anyway, you should come with me.
++++: I don't believe it: Gail Wynand!! What are you doing crossing the border with those two trespassers?
+[Cut to the Jail. The three fountain-men are in there. The border guard approaches the cell's door and opens it.]
+Border Guard: Guess what? Someone paid up your bail. They identify themselves as your lady-friends.
+[Cut to the Mexican village. Pedro is sitting next to table, and there are gun shots and war cries all around him.]
+Roark: Because it's the oldest trick in the book, dah! It would have rendered out all the challenge.
+[Cut to the outside. Everybody except Wynand are there. The men have changed and are dressed much nicely. Wynand enters the frame.]
+[Cut to a long shot of the boat. It's evening. Cut to a corridor inside the boat. Wyand and Elizabeth enter it from one of the rooms. ]
+Elizabeth: In that case, we'll have to break up. Guess what the "Banner" will say after a woman broke up from you for the first time like, ever.
+[They continue arguing. Cut to the corridor. Roark enters it from one of the doors, Dominique from another.]
+Roark: [starts to unwrap it] Thank you, that's ... wait a second! Is this what you have in mind: a relationship full with gifts, memos, candlelight dinners... and dates?
+Roark: I thought I met the perfect woman: one you can have sex with at night, and forget about during the day. But it turns out you're like everybody else.
+[Keating and Catherine kiss each other, then exit the frame. Cut to the dock. It's night and Roark, Dominique, Wynand and Elizabeth are standing there, looking at the ocean. Catherine and Keating join them.]
+Catherine: Oh no. We decided that we'll give me time to get along with Peter's mother, and stuff. And then, one quite night, when we're both composed and relaxed... In any case, right now we want to spend some time with our friends.
+Wynand: You know, I think I'm going to marry Elizabeth too. I never liked a woman so much since the crash I had in Judith Rodring in the tenth grade.
+Wynand: Well, yeah, OK. Anyway, after I graduated from Princeton, with honours, my father came to me and said: "Gail, what can I give so you'll become independant?". So, I said, "Can you lend me 10 dollars so I can travel to New-York?"
+Ross: OK. After five years, Roark felt that he reached saturation as an architect [cut to an excavation site] so he and Cameron went to pioneer the field of paleontology.
+Cameron: Well, one of the reasons I don't have children is because I'm afraid my son will turn like you.
+Rachel's Voice: Dominique Francon-Roark decided she needed a challenge so she became the president of the United States.
+Dominique: Of course he's too busy. He's out there digging bones in Indonesia. And to think I fell for this guy just because he built a couple of nice buildings.
+Chandler's Voice: Peter Keating continued to practice his skills as an architect, and got better in time.
+Monica's Voice: Elizabeth settled down in New-York, and became a chef. And thanks to Dominique becoming president, she didn't suffer from any discrimination.
+Chandler: I'd say: none of the good guys commits any crimes, and the bad guys... well we don't have any bad guys.
+Chandler: Well, if she had survived all of the five heart attacks she would have received when hearing our story, I'd say she would have totally dug it.
+Joey's Voice: After the events described previously, Gail Wynand decided to turn his newspaper into a benevolent newspaper, hailing the productive scions of America, etc. etc. So, he decided to get rid of some bad weed.
+Wynand: Mr. Toohey, you're fired. Moreover, I'll make sure you'll never be able to publish a single word again...
+[Toohey leaves the office. Wynand waits, puzzled. After a few second cut to the door, showing Toohey entering with a belt around his neck.]
+Toohey: Your actions will enable me to launch my new career as a saxophone player. [He shows his saxophone.] Hear this!
+[Toohey plays his saxophone - he rocks. Wynand listens to the music and nods his head with content.]