Episode #409839-92753638904735257-4900-- Scene I

It's a dark and stormy night in Port Caron, and the usual gang is gathered at Hooch Central. The owners, Hooch and Skye are there, and their daughter, Fluffy is serving people who really don't matter. Fred Dickens, a dirty and strangely handsome man, is at the bar, Sergey, Spook, Bertie and Boo have grabbed a large booth over in the corner, and Jazz Bizon is crooning a country song and playing guitar on stage.
Gunnar T. enters through the Restaurant's doors, soaking wet, in a long grey trench coat, with a fedora pulled over his eyes. He is mysteriously handsome, every man who comes to Port Caron must be handsome, it’s a rule, but Gunnar is mysteriously handsome…
Anyhow, everyone stops and looks over at Gunnar T. in silence as he swaggers in, and makes his way to the bar.
Hooch walks over to Gunnar and speaks casually.
Hooch: Lovely night for a walk. Whaddya have Gunnar?
Gunnar: (looking at Hooch with a dull stare) Funny Hooch, just give me a Shirley Temple.
Fred who is sitting but a few seats away intervenes.
Fred: You can’t drink that and not be a sissy.
Gunnar: I’m not a sissy, so I can’t drink whatever I ... I mean...
Fred: (cuts in calmly) It’s a Freudian slip Gunnar, admit it you’re a sissy.
Gunnar: I'll admit I'm a sissy, when you admit you’re wrong Dickens.
Camera cuts over to the Booth, where Bertie is giving Sergey, who is handsome in a feminine way, her undivided and sympathetic attention. Boo is staring blankly looking at her laptop.
Bertie: Oh, Sergey, your ankle must be terribly painful
Sergey: Yes and I'm terribly poor as well, I've had no money since I've come here to Canada. I can't even pay my medical bills.
Boo: (excitedly interrupting) Guys! I've got a great idea for my next novel (Pauses for dramatic emphasis) Imagine this; a Polish Ballet Dancer moves to Canada looking for work, but he's dirt poor. While he's here he finds instead, a beautiful woman, and they fall in love. After some deep complications and a lot of alcohol they get married in Vegas. When they recover from their hangovers, we discover that she's really the owner of the Royal Winnipeg Ballet.
Spook: We could make it into a made-for-TV movie, and I could star as the owner.
The camera pulls in on a close up shot of Spook and then switches to the library at the Cottonwood plantation. The camera scans the room, which is only lighted by a small table lamp, until it reaches a solitary foot sticking out from around a sofa. The camera stops for a moment then swings around the couch to reveal the entire body of Mr. Cottonwood. We then hear the door to the library open, and the maid enters the room briskly on a task of sorts, until she sees the body on the floor. She then lets a gasp out of her mouth, and a hand flew to her mouth. She then rushes to the body and begins to shake it.