Sound of Surviving

19

"Why would anyone do this?"

"I think someone was trying to frame Mary Margaret."

"But why? I mean, who would do something like that?"

MR. GOLD'S PAWN SHOP

"You broke our deal," Regina said.

"I broke one deal in my life, dear," Mr. Gold replied. "And it certainly wasn't this one."

"Kathryn was supposed to die, and Mary Margaret was to get the blame."

"Yeah, murder seems so much worse here, though, doesn't it? You can't just turn someone into a snail and then step on them, can you? You didn't say 'kill her'. We agreed that something tragic should happen to her. Now, abduction is tragic."

"The intent was pretty clear."

"Oh, let's not talk about intent. Intent is meaningless."

"Intent is everything."

"Please."

"This is going to raise all kinds of questions about where she was and how the test results were fake."

"Oh, yes. And, um... And who put the key in her cell."

"It's all going to lead to me, isn't it? You bastard. This doesn't make any sense. You and I -- we've been in this, together, from the start."

"Oh, have we?"

"You created the curse for me. The curse that brought us here, and built all this."

"Yes, it's about time you said thank you."

"Why did you do it?"

"Well, you're a smart woman, Your Majesty. Figure it out."

ENCHANTED FOREST - PAST

In a small village, Baelfire and several kids were playing with a ball outside. The ball was knocked in the path of a donkey cart, driven by a man. When Baelfire went to retrieve it, he tripped and scraped his knee.

"Hey. Hey! What are you doing in the middle of the road, boy?" a man asked.

"I'm sorry. I-I..." Baelfire trailed.

"Hey, I know you. It's fine. It's fine. It was the donkey's fault. You want a chicken? Or some eggs?"

"It's all right, no. I should probably just..."

Rumpelstiltskin appears and questioned, "What's going on?"

"It's nothing," the man said. "It was my fault. I wasn't looking where I was going. But, he says he's fine!"

"I'm fine, Papa," Baelfire reassured. "Really."

"Are you sure, Bae?" Rumpelstiltskin replied.

"Yes. I'm fine."

"Well, I suppose it won't happen again."

"It won't."

"No," the man said. "No."

"What's that?" Rumpelstiltskin pointed down, and everyone's attention was drawn to Baelfire's bloody knee.

"It's nothing," Baelfire answered.

"It's nothing!" the man repeated.

"Don't. Bother," Rumpelstiltskin retorted and in a puff of purple smoke, Rumpelstiltskin magically transformed the man into a snail. Balefire and the rest of the villagers watch as Rumpelstiltskin went to crush the snail.