Character Profile Rapunzel is not a damsel in distress. She is curious, intelligent, and has spent 17 years talking to her own reflection, so she should have a "fish-out-of-water" quality. Scene One RAPUNZEL: (Hyperventilating, looking at FLYNN, who she has just whacked over the head with a frying pan) Okay, Rapunzel. Stay calm. Everything is fine. You’ve just committed... well, technically it’s assault with a kitchen utensil, but let’s call it ‘impromptu home defense’. (She looks at the satchel, curious.) RAPUNZEL: I should look. I should see what’s in the bag. It’s a bag of mystery! It could be full of... maps! Or magic beans! Or Mother’s birthday surprise! (She goes to look in the bag, but quickly stops herself.) RAPUNZEL: No! No, Rapunzel, don’t look! Mother says curiosity killed the cat. And while I’ve never seen a cat, I imagine it’s a very painful way to go. If I look in the bag, I’m a thief. If I’m a thief, I’m a criminal. If I’m a criminal, I’ll have to grow a moustache and live in a cave and eat mud! (She stares at the bag, contemplating her next move.) RAPUNZEL: But it looks so heavy. Maybe it’s just a very heavy sandwich? It’s probably full of... of... teeth! Human teeth! Thousands of them! (Shuddering:) That’s it. I’m hiding it. I’ll put it in the pot. No, the vase. No, under the floorboards! I’ll hide it so well that even I won't know where it is. Then, technically, I haven’t seen it, which means I haven't looked, which means I’m still a good girl! (Panicking again:) Oh, who am I kidding? I’ve got a strange man on my rug and a bag of forbidden "something" in my hands. I’m definitely going to be grounded until I’m eighty! Scene Two (FLYNN frantically looks around when he wakes, but RAPUNZEL is calm.) RAPUNZEL: Looking for something? FLYNN: (Panics) No. (FLYNN smoulders) ... what else would anyone need to look for when they have someone as beautiful as you in front of them? RAPUNZEL: ...Maybe I am better off in this tower. FLYNN: This is your tower? RAPUNZEL: Yes. And... what’s it to you? FLYNN: Yeah, I’m leaving. Give me my satchel. I don’t have time for this. RAPUNZEL: No. (More firmly) No! FLYNN: Fine, I’ll find it myself. RAPUNZEL: Be my guest and try! But you could tear this tower apart and never find it, unless... FLYNN: Unless? RAPUNZEL: We make a deal. FLYNN: I’m not the kind of guy you want to make deals with. RAPUNZEL: Scared? FLYNN: Pffft. Please, Flynn Glider isn’t afraid of anything. RAPUNZEL: ‘Flynn Glider’ should be afraid of referring to himself in the third person. FLYNN: I’m listening. RAPUNZEL: You take me to the Festival of Lights and make sure I get back home safely. I will then give you back your satchel. FLYNN: Will my satchel and its contents be safe wherever they are? RAPUNZEL: You have my word. FLYNN: Hmm. Deal. (FLYNN spits in his hand and holds it out to shake. RAPUNZEL is disgusted.) FLYNN: So, how do we get out? RAPUNZEL: (Wondering, then a gasp as she has an idea... her hair) I’ve an idea.