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Cold Feet

Episode #11
Production #V0811

Written by: Steven Melching

Directed by: Charlie Haskell

Shooting Draft - July 29, 1998
Full Script (20 Marked Pages) - August 14, 1998
Pages 4-6, 9-10, 12-13, 18-21, 23-24 - August 21, 1998
Pages 12-13 - August 31, 1998

Pacific Island Pictures, LTD, All Rights Reserved © 1998

Cast List

Hercules
Jason
Lilith
Pelia - (PEE-lee-ah)
Balan - (BAH-lan)
Daptes - (DAP-tees)
Ophistus - (oh-FISS-tuss)
Water Fellah Changed to Mad Medicine Woman *
Young Woman #1
Villagers

Set List

Interiors:
Cheiron's Academy - Classroom
Cheiron's Academy - Training Hall
Kora's Inn
Pelia's Barn
Pelia's House

Exteriors:
Cheiron's Academy
Campsite * Forest Forest Path * Kora's Inn Meadow * Pelia's Barn Pelia's Farm Road Roadside *

Teaser

FADE IN: EST. KORA'S INN - NIGHT The BOISTEROUS sounds of a good time come from within. Jason (O.S.): That was not my fault! You were the one who challenged those Satyrs to a race! Hercules (O.S.): You bet them we'd run through the town naked if we lost! INT. KORA'S INN HERCULES and JASON sit at a table, LAUGHING LOUDLY, the remains of dinner still in evidence. It's getting late, but there are still quite a few PATRONS in the inn. LILITH is cutting a rug on the dance floor. Hercules: (embarrassed at memory) That's the last time I show my face in Guilder. Jason: (smiles) Your face wasn't the problem. (offers alternative) So we go to the Northern Lands on the break. They're great! Three pretty YOUNG WOMEN hover around Jason. YOUNG WOMAN #1: (PG come on) I'm from the Northern Lands. I'd be happy to show you around. Jason cocks an eyebrow. Hercules rolls his eyes. YOUNG WOMAN #1: You're Jason, the prince, aren't you? On the dance floor, someon coming in the door catches Lilith's eye. It's not good. Jason continues with his flirting. Jason: Why, yes. Yes, I am. (reacts to nudge from Herc) Oh, and this is my friend Hercules. The Gals continue to fawn over JAson. Lilith comes over, anxious. Jason: So, what are you ladies doing out so late? Lilith: Jason! Incoming! Jason: What? Where?! Suddenly a HUSH falls over the room. A dour, officious-looking man wearing fine clothing, OPHISTUS, has entered the inn. He looks at the verious patrons with Disdain, as if touching them would make him dirty. Herc sees him and grimaces: Hercules: (recognizing him) Oh no... Jason lowers his head in his hand. Ophistus hurries to his table. Ophistus: Jason! I've been looking everywhere. Jason: (defeated) Hello, Ophistus. Ophistus approaches Jason, who slouches at the table casually, feet up, clothes somewhat dishevled. Ophistus: (pointed) Your corination date is fast approaching, young Prince. You can no longet put off your instruction in royal etiquette. Jason straightens, self-conscious under Ophistus' glare. Ophistus: To be King, you must grow up and put away childish things. Report to me in the morning and we shall begin. Ophistus glances at Hercules and Lilith with icy contempt, turns, and glides out of the room. The friends watch him go. Lilith: That guy seriously needs to get a life. Any life. Jason gets up and walks away, grim-faced. Hercules: Hey, where're you going? Curfew's not for another hour. Jason: (grunts) Looks like I've got an early wake-up call. Jason heads for the door. Lilith grouses, perhaps a bit jealous. Lilith: What's wrong with him? Ophistus is a drag, but I thought Jason was looking forward to this king thing all his life. Hercules: So did I... Hercules watches Jason go, concerned... FADE OUT.