INT. VICTORIAN ESTATE - 1895 - DAY
Ornate antique GRANDFATHER CLOCK strikes 2:15.
The credits begin to roll.
Calligraphy place cards are painstakingly hand-written in
preparation for a formal reception.
Servants meticulously clean an elaborate crystal chandelier.
Hands rapidly shine silver cutlery.
Fresh flowers arranged in several enormous vases.
INT. KITCHEN - DAY
Kitchen clock strikes 2:15.
Poultry plucked. Feathers everywhere.
Steaming copper pots boiling over. Platters prepared with
Extravagant tiered cake is lavishly iced. A glob of frosting
enters a pair of puckered lips. The perpetrator, a fey,
pompous, HEAD VALET, seriously considers the texture and
flavor of the icing, then gives the PASTRY CHEF a withering,
The valet, oblivious to the chef's fury, gathers a prepared
silver breakfast tray and checks his pocket watch. 2:15.
INT. BEDROOM - DAY
Antique bedside table clock -- just past 2:15. The valet
throws open velvet drapes, sunlight FLOODS the room revealing
a figure sleeping soundly in a massive oak framed bed. The
valet puts down the tray, pulls back the quilt.
The dozing figure gives the valet a deliberate, angry KICK.
Flinching infinitesimally, the valet crosses to the closet,
selects three suits and holds them up for inspection. From
beneath the puffiest of pillows, AN EYE reluctantly opens. A
weary arm points decisively to the riding outfit.
EXT. ESTATE - DAY
The riding outfit is adorned by LEOPOLD, Duke of Albany, a
dashing, virile man in his 30's. GALLOPING with great abandon,
he expertly leads his horse up hills and over hedges. He
sends gardeners shaping the grounds fleeing from his path.
In the background, lanterns are being strung throughout the
estate. Rugs are beaten out of open windows.
INT. HALLWAY - EVENING
Large hallway clock -- 6:15. A pair of boots track a freshly
scrubbed floor as Leopold heads carelessly up the stairway.
Three steps behind, the valet snaps his fingers signaling
the staff to clean up the mess.
SERIES OF CLOSE UPS
Gaudily framed portraits of somber relations.
A bird sits listless in a gilded cage.
Hot water is poured into a bath.
Carriages begin to arrive.
Orchestra leader signals the musicians to play.
Guests fill the ballroom in formal attire.
INT. BEDROOM - NIGHT
Leopold stares haughtily into a full length mirror.
He wears only dotted linen drawers and a black silk top hat
of the period. He flexes slightly. The valet hastily fastens
a corset around his mid-section from behind.
Leopold eyes his reflection seductively. He becomes bored.
He turns to his right. The valet spoons sorbet from a silver
saucer into his mouth. He turns back to the mirror to watch
himself eat. The valet pats his mouth dry.
He affects a pampered STRUT, crossing the room as the valet
sprays a mixture of perfume and powder into the air. Leopold
thrusts out his arms walking through the mist, turns and
saunters back to his favorite place, in front of the mirror.
Finally, as if weighing a great decision, Leopold hands his
hat to his valet and nods firmly into the mirror.
Fine linen undervest slides over his head.
Black twilled worsted trousers pulled up to his waist.
The buttoning of his hard, white, roll collar.
A cream suede glove stitched in black slides over his hand.
A perfect tight bow tie is tied around his neck.
An elegant black tuxedo jacket with silk facings and tails
to the knees is fitted to his torso.
His hair is sleeked with oil and centrally parted.
His eyebrows are brushed with a tiny silver comb.