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        30     INT. BLACK LAKE COTTAGE - VERANDAH. 1901. NIGHT

               Barrie sits alone at the table on the verandah, working by
               the light of an oil-lamp. He is evidently stuck, as if
               pondering a reply to George's question, and doodles with his
               pencil on the blank paper before him.

        31     INT. BLACK LAKE COTTAGE - SITTING-ROOM. 1901. NIGHT

               Sylvia, Arthur and Mary Barrie sit quietly, reading
               newspapers and magazines, the silence broken only by the
               rustling of pages and Barrie's cough from the verandah
               outside.

               Presently the mantelpiece clock chimes midnight. Arthur looks
               up, catches Sylvia's eye, signals that he wants to go to bed.
               Sylvia nods, resumes her reading a moment, then gives a
               polite yawn.

                                   SYLVIA
                             (glancing at watch)
                         Oh, look at the time. I hadn't
                         realised it was that late.
                             (to Mary Barrie)
                         Well if you'll excuse me, I think
                         I'll be going to bed.

                                   ARTHUR
                         Yes, I think I'll be doing the
                         same.

               Arthur gets up, ready to follow Sylvia from the room.

                                   SYLVIA
                             (to Mary Barrie)
                         We won't disturb Jimmy - do you
                         think you could say goodnight for
                         us?

                                   MARY BARRIE
                         Of course. Sleep well you too.

                                   ARTHUR
                             (a little stilted)
                         Good night.

               As they leave the room, Arthur puts his arm tenderly around
               Sylvia's shoulder. Mary Barrie watches them from the corner
               of her eye, but pretends to go on reading. The door closes
               softly. She carries on reading a moment, then puts down her
               magazine, turns and looks towards the open verandah doors.

        32     INT. BLACK LAKE COTTAGE - VERANDAH. 1901. NIGHT

               Barrie still searches for an idea, doodling the while on a
               piece of paper. Then something comes to him. He screws up the
               page and starts afresh.

                                   BARRIE
                             (mumbling to himself)
                         "The Little White Bird", Chapter
                         19.
                             (pause)
                         When George was eight we had ...
                         When David was eight we..... No,
                         six - When David was six we had a
                         tremendous adventure together. It
                         was this:
                             (into voice-over)
                         He passed the night with me. We
                         had often talked of it as a
                         possible thing, and at last his
                         mother consented to our having
                         it. For a while we played with my
                         two medals; then, at twenty-five
                         past six, I placed my hand
                         carelessly on his shoulder, like
                         one a trifle bored by the dull
                         routine of putting my boys to
                         bed, and conducted him to my
                         private chamber. There was an
                         extra bed in it tonight, very
                         near my own, and on the mantel
                         piece a tumbler of milk. David
                         offered me his foot, as if he had
                         no longer use for it, and I knew
                         by intuition that he expected me
                         to take off his boots.

               While Barrie continues writing, Mary Barrie emerges from the
               sitting room onto the verandah. She puts her arm tenderly
               around Barrie's shoulders, as Arthur did to Sylvia, but
               Barrie makes no response to her. A pause, then she kisses him
               on his hair, as of habit, and leaves as silently as she came.

                                   BARRIE
                             (V.O., cont'd)
                         I took them off with all the
                         coolness of an old hand, then I
                         placed him on my knee and removed
                         his blouse.
                         This was a delightful experience,
                         but I think I remained wonderfully
                         calm until I came somewhat too
                         suddenly to his wee braces, which
                         agitated me profoundly.
                             (pause)
                         I do not think it wise to proceed
                         any further with the public
                         disrobing of David.
                             (pause)
                         Soon the night-nursery was in
                         darkness, but presently I heard a
                         brave little voice squeaking at 
                         me ...

               Barrie pauses a long moment ...

                                                       DISSOLVING INTO:

        33     INT. BLACK LAKE COTTAGE - BEDROOM. 1901. NIGHT

               Barrie sits on the edge of his bed, half undressed, holding
               his notebook in his hand. Instead of writing, he gazes in
               resigned anguish OFF CAMERA. As his thoughts continue, the
               CAMERA PULLS slowly back to reveal the object of his gaze:
               Mary Barrie, asleep in her own single bed.

                                   GEORGE
                             (V.O., sleepily)
                         Is it going on now?

                                   BARRIE (V.O.)
                         Is what?

                                   GEORGE (V.O.)
                         The adventure.

                                   BARRIE (V.O.) 
                         Yes, David.
                             (pause )
                         You're not frightened, are you?

                                   GEORGE(V.O.)
                         Am I not, father?

                                   BARRIE (V.O.) 
                         I don't know.

               A pause.

                                   GEORGE (V.O.)
                         I don't take up very much room.

                                   BARRIE (V.O.)
                         Why David, do you want to come
                         into my bed?

                                   GEORGE (V.O.)
                         Mother said I wasn't to want it
                         unless you wanted it first.

               A long pause.

                                   BARRIE
                             (V.O., softly)
                         It's what I've been wanting all the
                         time ...

                                                       DISSOLVE INTO:

        34     BLACK LAKE. 1901. DAY

               Barrie sits with Sylvia on the shore of Black Lake, reading
               to her from his manuscript of "The Little White Bird" -

                                   BARRIE
                             (brightly)
                         "It's what I've been wanting all
                         the time," said I, and then without
                         more ado David flung himself at me.
                         For the rest of the night he lay
                         next tome ..."
                             (to Sylvia)
                         Or "on me and across me"?

                                   SYLVIA
                         When George sleeps with me, he
                         usually ends up at the bottom of
                         the bed with his feet on the
                         pillow, but Jack's much easier -

                                   BARRIE 
                             (interrupting) )
                         No, no - that's fine.

               Barrie alters his manuscript -

                                   BARRIE
                             (mumbling)
                         "Sometimes his feet were at the
                         bottom of the bed, and sometimes on
                         the pillow.".

                                   SYLVIA
                         Why are you so fond of George?

                                   BARRIE 
                         Aren't you?

                                   SYLVIA
                         Of course, but I'm his mother.

                                   BARRIE
                         I never would have guessed you're
                         not the mothering type.

                                   SYLVIA
                         I'm glad to hear it.

                                   BARRIE
                         You wear your children like a
                         necklace ... and George is your
                         brightest pearl. He's so
                         deliciously depraved, so
                         delightfully heartless, just like
                         his mother.

               George, Jack and Peter are playing on the far side of the
               lake.

                                   GEORGE
                             (calling)
                         Come on, Mr Barrie! Peter's all
                         tied up and ready to walk the
                         plank. Father doesn't want to be a
                         pirate, so it's got to be you!

                                   BARRIE
                             (to Sylvia)
                         Heigh-ho.

               Sylvia smiles, watching Barrie as he gets up and prepares to
               do battle with the boys.
                                       CAPTION:
                                     CHAPTER XIII:
                       THE PIRATE CAPTAIN SWARTHY CAPTURES Peter.

               [Music over] Captain Swarthy, alias Barrie in a pirate's
               pom-pom, his face blackavized with burnt cork, creeps up on
               Peter, who is sitting like a lamb ready for the slaughter
               in the punt, bound and gagged, awaiting his fate with a
               bemused expression.

                                   BARRIE
                             (over-acting)
                         Ah-ha, me little beauty- I've
                         caught you alone at last!

               Barrie prods him with a wooden sword -

                                   BARRIE
                             (cont'd)
                         Best prime steak of boy - what more
                         could a crocodile want?

               Suddenly George and Jack spring out from the bushes, armed
               with wooden swords.
                                       CAPTION:
                                     CHAPTER XIV:
                           TIMELY ARRIVAL OF George AND Jack

               George and Jack engage Barrie in a swordfight, while Sylvia
               stands behind Barrie's camera mounted on its tripod, ready to
               take a photograph.

               The ensuing skirmish is also watched by Arthur and Mary
               Barrie, who stand on the far side of the lake.

                                   ARTHUR
                             (causally)
                         I must say if I were you I'd live
                         here all the time.

                                   MARY BARRIE
                         Oh, if it were up to me I would.
                         But Jim gets restless after a few
                         days and can't wait to get back
                         to London.

                                   ARTHUR
                             (watching the wordfight)
                         He seems quite at home to me.

                                   MARY BARRIE 
                         Ah, but he has the boys.

               A pause. In the background, George and Jack overpower Barrie
               and bring him to his knees.

                                   ARTHUR
                         You don't mind, do you? I mean
                         about the boys?

                                   MARY BARRIE
                             (a nervous laugh)
                         No, not really. At least they
                         take his mind off his
                         depressions. I try to help him,
                         but there's nothing I can do.
                             (beat)
                         I've been married to Jim seven
                         years now, and not once have I even
                         come close to finding the key to
                         him. And yet they seem to have
                         found it without even having had to
                         look.
                             (smiles)
                         I don't know. Perhaps I try too
                         hard.

               Mary Hodgson approaches, wheeling Michael in his pram, and
               Mary Barrie discontinues the conversation.

               On the far side of the lake, George passes sentence on the
               defeated Captain Swarthy.

                                   GEORGE
                             (to Barrie)
                         Captain Swarthy, you have been
                         sentenced to walk the pa-lonk. The
                         sentence will now be...

                                   BARRIE
                             (protesting)
                         My dear boy, I...

                                   GEORGE
                             (interrupting)
                         Silence! The Great White Father
                         has, spoken.

               George and Jack prod Barrie onto the plank, which has been
               rigged up over the punt, then George turns round to make sure
               Sylvia is ready to take the photograph -

                                   GEORGE
                         Mother, have you cocked it?

                                   SYLVIA
                         Oh, I'm sorry,...

               Sylvia cocks the camera's shutter.

                                   BARRIE
                             (to Sylvia)
                         Right, are we ready now? I'm not
                         doing this thing twice.

                                   SYLVIA
                         Yes, ready.

               Barrie turns on the boys, who are prodding him with their
               swords.

                                   BARRIE
                             (over-acting)
                         Back, back, you pewling spawn! 
                         I'll show you now the road to dusty
                         death!

               Barrie walks along the plank.

                                   BARRIE
                             (dramatically)
                         0 fame, fame, thou glittering
                         bauble - farewell!

               Barrie hovers on the edge of the plank, looks at the murky
               water.

                                   BARRIE
                             (no longer acting)
                         On second thoughts, I'm not even
                         doing it once ...

               Barrie coughs apologetically, then steps off the plank and
               sits in the punt.

                                   GEORGE 
                         Cowardy cowardy custard!

                                   JACK
                             (furious)
                         That's not fair ... it's not
                         cricket!

        35     EXT. BLACK LAKE - PATH. 1901. DAY

               Arthur and Mary Barrie walk along the path back towards Black
               Lake Cottage.

                                   ARTHUR
                         Did Sylvia mention that we're
                         thinking of moving from London?

                                   MARY BARRIE 
                             (apprehensively) )
                         No ... Where to?

                                   ARTHUR
                         Well nothing's been decided yet -
                         we're still in two minds about it -
                         but I've got my eye on a house in
                         Berkhamsted. It's not too far from
                         London, and there's a good school
                         for the boys.

               A pause.

                                   MARY BARRIE
                         This has nothing to do with Jim,
                         has it?

                                   ARTHUR
                         Good heavens no. No, no, I've been
                         thinking about it for a long time,
                         and with the boys growing up I
                         think it'll be much better for
                         them. Taken all in all.

        36     EXT. BLACK LAKE. 1901. DAY	
                                       CAPTION:
                                      CHAPTER XV:
                             "AN END TO CAPTAIN SWARTHY AS
                                   WE STRING HIM UP"

               [Music over] George, Jack and Peter lynch a stuffed dummy of
               Captain Swarthy from a gallows-tree overhanging the lake. The
               dummy is made from one of Barrie's old suits, stuffed with
               straw, and his old fishing hat.

                                   GEORGE
                         Let's hope the vultures get him!

               The boys celebrate the death of Captain Swarthy with Three
               Cheers, endorsed by Sylvia, who stands with Barrie to one
               side. Only Barrie remains silent, as if aware of the ironic
               significance of his own effigy hanged before him.

                                                       DISSOLVE INTO:

               Black Lake at twilight, silent, deserted, still.

                                                       FADE OUT.

        38     INT. LEINSTER CORNER - BARRIE'S STUDY. 1903. DAY

               A thin drizzle obscures the Kensington Gardens beyond the
               window of Barrie's study. 

               Barrie sits alone at his desk, sorting through his morning
               mail. He spots an envelope in a familiar hand and knowingly
               opens it. It is from George, though the sound of his VOICE
               OVER indicates that his voice has now broken.

                                   GEORGE (V.O.)
                         Dear Mr Barrie,
                         How are you, old crock? We are
                         having a very jolly time, and we
                         wish you were here, though I've
                         got a shocking cold. I hope you
                         enjoyed yourself at BLACK LAKE
                         COTTAGE. Is the new motor-car
                         finished yet? I've put Black Lake
                         Cottage in capital letters
                         because wherever you live must be
                         a very capital place. You must
                         come down soon to Berkhamsted and
                         see us. Our new baby brother is
                         called Nicholas, but we call him
                         Nik-o. He is very jolly and
                         squeaks at Michael's canary. He
                         is also very fat.
                         Mother says I was as fat as him
                         when I was a baby - I don't
                         think! Michael has drawn you a
                         picture of a pirate. It is not
                         very like one.

               	Barrie pauses to look at the picture.

                                   GEORGE (V.O.)
                         How is the play about Peter Pan?
                         Have you-finished it yet? I hope
                         you haven't spoilt it with any
                         soppy stuff about girls. 
                         From your story-listener, 
                         George Llewelyn Davies. 
                         P.S. I expect a letter.

               Barrie folds the letter carefully, regretful at having
               finished it. He opens a drawer in his desk to add it to a
               pile of similar letters, then changes his mind and reopens
               the envelope.

                                   GEORGE 
                             (identical V.O.)
                         Dear Mr Barrie,
                         How are you, old crock? We are
                         having a very jolly time, and we
                         wish you were here...

               Barrie breaks off, clutching the letter to him.

        39     EXT. KENSINGTON GARDENS & SERPENTINE. 1903. DAY

               Barrie wanders through Kensington Gardens with PORTHOS,
               passing the familiar spots previously enjoyed in the company
               of George.

                                   BARRIE (V.O.)
                         My dear George,
                         All hail to the five! I am still
                         an old crock - not so bad in the
                         daytime, but my confounded cough
                         is a demon o' nights, and I
                         wonder you don't hear it in
                         Berkhamsted.
                             (pause)
                         You are so right, if I don't see
                         you soon, you will have outgrown
                         me in body as well as in mind.

               Barrie sits on a bench by the Serpentine, watching some boys
               sailing their stick-boats in the water.

                                   BARRIE
                             (V.O., cont'd)
                         Sometimes when I'm walking in the
                         Kensington Gardens I see a vision,
                         and I cry Hooray! There's George!
                         And then Porthos barks joyously and
                         we run to the vision, and then it
                         turns out not to be George but just
                         another boy, and I cry like a
                         watercart, and Porthos hangs his
                         sorrowful tail.

               Barrie walks with PORTHOS along the Broad Walk near the old
               oak tree.

                                   BARRIE
                             (V.O., cont'd)
                         As for the play about Peter,
                         methinketh it no great shakes,
                         but it awaits your inspection
                         nonetheless. I fear the odd girl
                         or two has crept in while I had
                         my back turned, but I assure you
                         that she will meet with a cruel
                         fate - unless the devil in Peter
                         steers my pen on a wayward
                         course. I shall be showing it to
                         Mr Frohman next month, so wish me
                         luck. Your humble servant, 
                         J.M.B.
                         P.S. Dear George, I am very fond
                         of you, but don't tell anybody.

               Barrie looks round for PORTHOS, who is snuffling at the
               rabbit hole where George once found the Pan pipes.

                                   BARRIE
                         Come on, old boy. Come on. No, you
                         won't find anything there.

               PORTHOS pads reluctantly back to Barrie, and the two set off
               for home, the CAMERA holding them in LONG SHOT as they walk
               away across the Gardens.

                                   SYLVIA (V.O.)
                         My dear Jimmy,
                         Poor darling Porthos - it's like
                         having lost one of the family.
                         George and Jack were heart-broken
                         at the news, but Peter and
                         Michael are very jealous as they
                         think he's gone to the Never
                         Never Land to live with Peter
                         Pan. ...

        40     INT. SAVOY GRILL - FROHMAN'S CORNER. 1904. DAY

               Barrie's American producer, CHARLES Frohman, sits at his
               regular corner table in the Savoy Hotel's Grill Room, reading
               a manuscript entitled "The Great White Father". 

               Frohman, known to some as "the Beaming Buddha of Broadway",
               is, at 44, the most successful theatrical manager of the day.
               "This Niagara of a man", wrote Barrie of him later, "was like
               a force of Nature: they could have lit a city with him.
               Because we were the two shyest men in the world, we got on so
               well and understood each other so perfectly." This shyness,
               like Barrie's, is often concealed beneath a veneer of
               extroversion, and his balding head, Jewish nose, corpulent
               body, and thick lips permanently astride a cigar place him in
               further danger of being portrayed as a caricature of the
               archetypal impresario he undoubtedly was.

               While Frohman waits for Barrie, Sylvia's VOICE-OVER continues
               from the previous scene -

                                   SYLVIA
                             (V.O., cont'd)
                         All the boys are keeping their
                         fingers crossed for your meeting
                         with Mr Frohman, except for my
                         doodle Nico, who prefers to cross
                         his toes. But as Mr Frohman is such
                         a boy after your own heart, I'm
                         sure he will love the play.

               Barrie comes into the Grill Room, dressed in his huge
               overcoat and a muffler wound about his neck - a somewhat
               incongruous spectacle in the present setting. He stands
               behind Frohman a moment, reading over his shoulder, then
               coughs loudly.

                                   FROHMAN
                             (expansively)
                         Jimmy! How good to see you again

               Barrie sits down, putting another manuscript on the table
               beside him.

                                   FROHMAN
                             (cont'd)
                         Sorry I haven't been able to see
                         you earlier, but I've had constant
                         meetings ever since I arrived.
                         How've you been keeping?

                                   BARRIE
                         Oh, pretty much my usual self -
                         though I wish I were a lot of other
                         people. I've been a bit under the
                         weather lately with some ailment
                         that only sheep seem to have had
                         before. Mind you, I've always been
                         haunted by the sneaking suspicion
                         that I am a sheep.

               The HEAD WAITER comes over.

                                   FROHMAN
                         What'll you have?

                                   BARRIE
                             (to the waiter)
                         Oh, whisky and soda please,
                         Edward - 
                             (to Frohman)
                         "Know thyself", as Descartes used
                         to say.

               Frohman laughs, produces a cable from his breast-pocket.

                                   FROHMAN
                         Well here's a tonic that might
                         cheer you up. Just came in from New
                         York. You've broken your own
                         record, Jimmy: Opening week for
                         Crichton 18% up on Quality Street,
                         22% up on Little Minister.
                         Congratulations.

               Barrie nods without enthusiasm. He points to the manuscript
               Frohman has been reading.

                                   BARRIE
                         Well yes, but I showed him the
                         script ... it had a most
                         unfortunate effect on him.

                                   FROHMAN
                         Really? What happened?

                                   BARRIE
                             (dourly)
                         He died. Listen, if you'll put it
                         on, I'll give you this other play
                         for nothing to cover your losses -
                         "Alice Sit-by-the-Fire"...

               Barrie indicates the second manuscript, but Frohman
               interrupts him.

                                   FROHMAN
                         Jimmy, Jimmy ... if I like a play,
                         I'll put it on. If you like a play,
                         I'll put it on whether I like it or
                         not. But why are you so anxious to
                         see it produced?

               Barrie shrugs.

                                   BARRIE
                         I don't know, Charles. It's just
                         become a sort of dream child of
                         mine, that's all I know. I didn't
                         plan it, it just wrote itself.
                             (pause)
                         Oh, you don't like it, I can tell.

               Frohman maintains his business-like approach a moment longer,
               then presses the manuscript to his chest, patting it with
               delight.

                                   FROHMAN
                             (the Beaming Buddha)
                         Sheer madness! 
                             (beat)
                         Of course we couldn't use real
                         children, I mean Peter will have
                         to be played by a girl -

                                   BARRIE
                         No, no - I don't want it turned
                         into a pantomime.

                                   FROHMAN
                         Jimmy, if I thought it was a
                         pantomime, I wouldn't be
                         interested. Don't forget, we
                         Americans don't understand English
                         pantomimes. No, they're your laws,
                         not ours, and the law here is that
                         no child under twelve can act on a
                         public stage after 9pm. Besides,
                         having a girl play 
                         Peter might give the show an extra
                         little - utz?

                                   BARRIE
                             (a knowing smile)
                         You mean 'utz' Maude Adams?

                                   FROHMAN
                             (nodding)
                         I'm thinking Broadway, not just
                         London.
                             (pause)
                         Oh, there is one thing I don't
                         like. This title, "The Great White
                         Father". Can't we just call it
                         "Peter Pan"?

                                   BARRIE
                         Yes, fine. "Peter Pan ...
                             (musing)
                         ... Or the Boy Who Couldn't Grow
                         Up".

                                   FROHMAN
                         Couldn't? Or Wouldn't?

                                   BARRIE
                             (shrugging)
                         Don't ask me, I'm only the author.

                                   FROHMAN
                         Yes, but isn't it the point that
                         Peter doesn't want to grow up, not
                         that he can't? Why that's what's so
                         appealing about him.

                                   BARRIE
                             (smiling)
                         Alright, wouldn't.

               Frohman crosses out "The Great White Father" and substitutes
               "Peter Pan, or the Boy Who Wouldn't Grow Up" on the front of
               the manuscript.

                                   FROHMAN
                             (while writing)
                         And how's Mary keeping these days?

               The HEAD WAITER brings Barrie's whisky.

                                   BARRIE
                             (abstractly)
                         Oh, she jogs along -
                             (to waiter)
                         Thank you, Edward -
                             (to Frohman)
                         But she rather misses Porthos. He
                         was my wedding present to her.
                             (sighs to himself)
                         But heigh-ho, thus wags the
                         world.
                             (raises glass)
                         Well ... here's how.

               Barrie and Frohman toast each other, then set down to the
               business of going through the script together. The remainder
               of Sylvia's letter LAPS OVER their conversation -

                                   SYLVIA (V.O.)
                         George is going to his new school
                         next week, so you will think of
                         me when I have to cut his curls.
                         How he's longing and longing for
                         the moment. My Michael grows more
                         beautiful every day, which will
                         delight you, I know. He also has
                         appalling dreams, which will
                         please you even more.
                             (pause)
                         Oh Jimmy, we must surely be the
                         happiest family in the world!
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