Michelle:  (pops out of a corner in the elevator, excited and surprising Jenna ) You're so pretty.  I love the way you talk. Are you related to Princess Diana? (The elevator stops and the lights go out....Michelle is now upset)  What happened? Are we going to die?  (Jenna rolls her eyes, exasperated) 
 

Scene II:   Jenna's surveying the buttons on the elevator 
 

Michelle:  (squealing)I don't like this! What if something breaks? What if we fall? 

Jenna: (annoyed) Oh, you shush! 

Michelle:  (screaming now in full panic) We're going to die! 

Jenna:  (exasperated) No, we are most certainly not going to die!  Elevators have all sorts of safety devices, we just have to find them.  Now if you'll hush and let me think.  Besides, you're scaring me! 

Michelle:  (still yelling)  Don't yell at me! 

Jenna:  (trying to calm Michelle down)  All right, all right. We'll think of something else to do. (She opens Mindy's makeup case) Ah, you see, we've got our own light, all we have to do is sit very calmly and wait to be rescued. 

Michelle:  (still panicking)You mean we're trapped? 

Jenna:  (defiantly)  No, we're not trapped. (studying the ceiling, formulating a plan)  No one's trapped me yet. Okay... (She rises) What's your name? 

Michelle:  Michelle. 

Jenna:  (Still studying the ceiling, she has a plan)  Michelle. Michelle, I want you to do something for me. Do you see those four screws up there? Well I want you to climb up on me and undo those screws. 

Michelle:  (whining) I don't know if I can. 

Jenna:  (challengingly) Oh, come on, don't tell me you think only boys climb. 

Michelle:  (rising to the challenge)  Heck no, I can do anything boys can do. 

Jenna:  (strips off her long gloves)  That's the spirit. Now, off with your shoes. All right, now I want you to climb onto my shoulders, all right. (Michelle does.)  Good girl. Oh, yes, you've climbed a few trees. (She lifts her up to the ceiling.) Okay, go. 

Michelle:  One! 

Jenna: Oh, that was good. All right. 

Michelle:  Two! 

Jenna:  (straining a bit under the weight) Yeah...oh....whew...  How are you doing?

Michelle:  Three! 

Jenna:  That's good. 

Michelle:  Oh, four....

Jenna:  Very good. 

Michelle:  I think I've got it. 

Jenna:  All right, okay, you get down. (Michelle gets down off of Jenna's shoulders.) Now I've got to think of a way to get up there. All right, sweetheart, move down here just a second. (gently moves Michelle to the side, kicks off her shows)  Let's see if I still know how to climb trees! (She climbs up the wall, like a proper cat burglar in evening attire.  She slides open the elevator trap.) 

Michelle:  (panicking again) Wait!  You're not going to leave me, are you? 

Jenna:  (placatingly) No, of course not. Now, give me that bag... 

Michelle:  No! Then it will be dark. 

Jenna:  (trying to be reasonable and calm but slightly exasperated)  Ah. I see. Well, I'll tell you what, you give me the bag, and I promise, I'll pull you up right afterward. 

Michelle:   I can't go up there! Don't make me. Please. 

Jenna:  (in her very best politely frustrated uppercrust British manner)  Oh....dear. 
 

Scene III:  Jenna climbs down.

Michelle:  (pleading)Are you going stay here with me? 

Jenna:  (sitting in a corner tying her hair up, in her most practical manner) Well that depends on how hot it gets down here. 

Michelle:  (staring at Jenna from the opposite corner) Will you put my hair up too? 

Jenna: (laughing) All right, if you want me to. (slapping her thigh) Come sit in front. 

Michelle:  (scoots over, says slightly disappointed) I guess you're not really a princess. 

Jenna:  (smiling) Well...I came close once. 

Michelle:  Really? 

Jenna:  (smiling) Uh...hmm. 

Michelle:  (curious)What happened? 

Jenna:  Turn around. It's a very long story. 

Michelle:  I'd like to hear it. Maybe it will make the time go faster. 

Jenna:  (while doing Michelle's hair) All right. Maybe it will. There was this very rich man... 

Michelle:   (correcting her with a smile) Prince... 

Jenna:  (chuckling)Well, sort of. Anyway, he lived in a very big house... 

Michelle:  (gleefully) A castle! 

Jenna:  (laughing) If it will make you feel better, Michelle. 

Michelle:  It's your story, I'm just trying to help. 

Jenna:  Well, this prince who lived in a... castle.... lived all alone, so he wasn't very happy. He didn't love anyone. (voice becomes sad)

Michelle:  Because of an evil spell? 

Jenna:  (sighing, speaking with longing and tenderness)  Well, you could call it that. Then this young girl came along, just out of school. She was so full of love, and hope, that that young man... 

Michelle:  The prince... 

Jenna: ...the prince, fell in love with her instantly, and she with him. 

Michelle:  And so they got married! 

Jenna:  (smiling) So they got engaged to be married. Those three months...they were the happiest, most magical three months of that young girl's life. 

Michelle:  (turning around, smiling) And then they got married. 

Jenna:  (looking eye to eye) No. Then something happened, and the prince lost his fortune, and he got very, very sad - so sad that he didn't even want to go out of his room. 

Michelle:  (anxiously)So you had to save him! 

Jenna: (matter of factly, as if it was the only thing she could have done) Yes. 

Michelle:  You had to get his fortune back. 

Jenna:  (nodding, vulnerable) Yes, turn around. (Michelle does, and Jenna goes back to putting up her hair) 

Michelle:  How did you do it? 

Jenna:  (secretively) Well, there are many different ways. 

Michelle:   (excited)  Magic. Good magic. 

Jenna:  (smiling sadly) That's right, good magic. You see, I spun gold out of straw. 

Michelle:  I like that. 

Jenna:  (really back in the moment of her memories) Oh, so did he. In fact, he loved me for it. But then this wicked old witch came along and she discovered how I did it, and so she went and told him, and you see he didn't approve of my magic. (voice thick with emotion, tears in her throat) So I went to him and tried to explain that I only did it for him. I didn't care anything about the gold. I just wanted to love him, always.

Michelle:  (turning around, smiling, expectant) And so you lived happily ever after? 

Jenna:  (shakes her head sadly) No, he was gone, and I never saw him again. (Michelle turns sadly, Jenna puts her arms around her, camera spans up as Jenna gently kisses her on the forehead, with them huddled in the corner)
 

Scene IV:  Jenna putting the finishing touches on Michelle's hair. 

Jenna:  (Opens the make-up case so Michelle can study herself in the mirror)  Okay, take a look. What do you think? 

Michelle:  It's awesome! (Jenna laughs.)  Do you have a little girl? 

Jenna:  (part serious, part coy)  No, I don't. To have little ones, you have to have a prince. 

Michelle:  (jadedly) You don't have to be married to have children. 

Jenna:  (tickled) Now don't let your vice-president hear you say that! (The emergency phone rings. Jenna's on alert) 

Michelle:  A phone! I didn't know there was a phone. Aren't you going to answer it? 

Jenna:  Why don't you answer it?

Michelle:  (answering phones)Hello? 

Harley:   Um...are you okay down there? 

Michelle:  Yeah, we're okay. Are you going get us out now? 

Harley:  Pretty soon, honey. (She motions Mallet over)  Listen, how many people are down there with you? 

Michelle:  Just one.  A princess who talks funny.  (smiling at Jenna who smiles back. Harley mouths to Mallet that Jenna's in there.) 

Jenna:  Listen, ask who's calling. 

Michelle:  Um...who is this, please? 

Harley:  This is maintenance. There was a power failure, but if you stay calm, everything will be okay. 

Michelle:  (to Jenna) It's maintenance.  There was a power failure.  We're going to be OK.

Jenna:  (nods and reaches up)  Let me have the phone.  Hello? (Harley recognizes her voice and is speechless) 
 

Scene V:  Jenna wiping the sweat off her brow, still on the phone

Jenna:  Maintenance, do you know when you'll be able to get us out of here? (pause, no answer) Hello? (Harley hangs up on Jenna.  Jenna looks puzzled an thoughtful but is interrupted by Michelle)

Michelle:  Oh, look at this! (gleefully, lifts out jewels in case to her face)

Jenna:  (upset)  Put that down! Takes the jewels out of hands and Michelle backs off. 

Scene VI:  Michelle clutching her hands nervously, repentant and shaken

Michelle:  I was just looking in there to see if there was a fan or something, because I was so hot. 

Jenna:  (genuinely sorry to have scared Michelle, reaches out her arm)  Oh, I'm sorry. Come over here. Come on. (Michelle takes her hand and kneels down) It's not your fault. You didn't do anything wrong. I just got startled, that's all. 

Michelle:  Why? 

Jenna:  Well, you see, I put this necklace, along with everything else, in here as a sort of surprise for Mindy. They're all completely fake, I just thought she'd have a lot of fun opening them up on her honeymoon. I didn't want you to spoil the surprise. 

Michelle:  I won't tell her, I promise. 

Jenna:  Well, I think we're both...just a little jumpy. Well, look, I'll tell you what, why don't we have a fashion show, to take our minds off the heat? 

Michelle:  Great. 

Jenna:  You like that idea? All right, I'm going to take this necklace, and I'm going name you Lady Michelle. (She crowns Michelle)

Michelle:  Aren't ladies always of someplace? 

Jenna:  Ah, you mean like the Duchess of Kent? 

Michelle:  But please, don't make it Springfield! 

Jenna:  (smiling) Okay, not Springfield. How about York? It's a beautiful, old city...  a walled city (makes a circle with her arms)  in the north of England. 

Michelle:  Okay, yeah. "Lady Michelle of York." 

Jenna:  Lovely. Now you get to tell me what to do. You see, I'm at your service. (bowing with a flourish of her arm) 

Michelle:  Do you have any earrings in there? 

Jenna:  (in an Irish brogue) Oh, well, let's have a look. Oh, yes, a most beautiful pair. Hmmm, exquisite. Let's put it on. Now what you need is a handsome prince to take you away. 

Michelle:  Like Dylan? 

Jenna:  Dylan? (laughing) Oh, Dylan, that's a good choice. Yeah, I could see Dylan whisking us away to his palace. 

Michelle:  I wish someone would come a whisk us away, don't you? 

Scene VII:   Michelle is on the phone with Maureen

Michelle:  I'm okay Mom, but it's awfully hot in here. The elevator isn't going fall, is it? 

Jenna:  Michelle, when you spoke to maintenance, did you recognize the man's voice? 

Michelle:  It was a woman. She sounded kind of like Harley. (to Maureen) Here I am. Are you okay? (Jenna's  shocked, surreptitiously takes her gun out of the make-up case)  Where's Dad?  Oh.  I want to get out of here. 
 

Scene VIII:   Jenna is again on top of the elevator, looking out the trap door.

Michelle:  You're not going leave me here alone, are you? 

Jenna:  No, I'm just getting a little air, that's all. 

Michelle:   I don't feel so good. 

Jenna:  Oh, you don't, huh?  It's probably the heat. Ah, I'll be down in a minute. 

Michelle:   I'm so glad you're here. I would have been so scared without you. 

Jenna:  (frustrated but with a new plan she pounces down like a cat, smile on her face) Okay, I'm back. Now, what I think we should do to keep our minds off the heat is to play another game. This is what I have in mind. (She looks up, smile on her face)
 

Scene IX:   Roger is alone at the top of the elevator shaft, he hears a noice and sees an arm reach up.

Roger:  (surprised) Hey! (helps her up)  Well, we meet again. 

Jenna:  (breathless, takes the purse out of her mouth, looks around)  Yes. Which way is the exit? 

Roger:   (being charming) What, leaving so soon? 

Jenna:  I'd love to stay and chat, really, but I'm in a terrible rush. 

Roger:   Well I never would have guessed that, however I wouldn't suspect the stairs. I think most of the doors are locked. 

Jenna:  (jokingly)  I could just slide down the outside of the building. 

Roger:  (bantering) Ooh, 50th floor, hell of a burn. I have a safer solution. I own WSPR. Why don't I get a helicopter? (Jenna's face lights up at an offered way out, then goes dark when she hears a voice)

Mallet:  (suddenly appearing) Forget it. You're not going anywhere.