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Tallulah is getting ready for her next show.

"Laszlo. He'd wait for me after the show. Walk me home like I was a lady. He'd leave a flower for me on my dressing table. Every day, just a single rose bud."

"Haven't you reported him missing?", Martha asks her. Anastasia is standing in the corner, investigating the green brain.

"Sure. He's just a stagehand. Who cares? The management certainly don't."

"Can't you kick up a fuss or something?"

"Okay, so then they fire me.", Tallulah tells her.

"But they'd listen to you. You're one of the stars."

"Oh, honey, I got one song in a back street revue and that's only because Heidi Chicane broke her ankle. Which had nothing to do with me whatever anybody says. I can't afford to make a fuss. If I don't make this month's rent, then before you know it, I'm in Hooverville."

"Okay, I get it."

"It's the Depression, sweetie. Your heart might break, but the show goes on. Because if it stops, you starve. Every night I have to go out there, sing, dance, keep going, hoping he's going to come back."

"I'm sorry."

"Hey, you're lucky, though. You got yourself a forward thinking guy with that hot potato in the sharp suit.", Tallulah smiles slightl.

"Er, he's not. We're not together.", Martha shakes her head, a little grossed out by the thought.

"Not my type."

Talullah nods.

"So Juliet, then? I can see it.", She grins, and winks at Martha.

"Still not together.", Martha admits, sadly.

"Oh, sure you are. I've seen the way you look at her. It's obvious."

"Not to her.", Martha scoffs, making sure to keep quiet so Anastasia doesn't hear. Although she wouldn't anyways, she is too preoccupied with the brain.

"Oh, I should have realised. She's into musical theatre, huh? What a waste. Still, you got to live in hope. It's the only thing that's kept me going because, well, look. On my dressing table every day still.", A white rose bud.

"You think it's Laszlo?"

"I don't know. If he's still around, why is he being all secret like he doesn't want me to see him?", Talullah shrugs.
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A town meeting in the pouring rain.

"The stories are all true. People are being taken. We lost Frank today. He was stolen from right in front of me. No more. I swear to you, no more. Now, I made a pledge that this place would be a peaceful place, but now it's time to take up arms.", Solomon encourages the crowd.

"Yeah!"

"We need weapons. We need sentries on duty. We need men prepared to fight. We've got to protect ourselves because you know no one else will."