FADE IN: 1. INT. NURSERY - NIGHT WENDY, a lovely young lady with a romantic mind, is woken up by a stranger crying on the nursery floor. Wendy Boy, why are you crying? PETER, a young boy with one hand full of fairy dust, who was been crying on the floor, got up and bowed beautifully to Wendy. Peter What’s your name? Wendy, much pleased, bowed beautifully to him from her bed. Wendy (with satisfaction) Wendy Moira Angela Darling. What is your name? Peter Peter Pan. Wendy Is that all? Peter (rather sharply) Yes. Wendy I’m so sorry Peter It doesn’t matter. Wendy asks Peter where he lives. Peter Second to the right. And then straight on till morning. Wendy What a funny address! Peter No, it isn’t Wendy (nicely, remembering that she was a hostess) is that what they put on the letters? Peter (contemptuously) Don’t get any letters. Wendy But your mother gets letters? 2. Peter Don’t have a mother. Not only had he no mother, but he had not the slightest desire to have one. Peter thought them very over-rated persons. Wendy, however, felt at once that she was in the presence of a tragedy. Wendy O Peter, no wonder you were crying. Wendy gets out of bed and runs to him. Peter I wasn’t crying about mothers. (rather indignantly) I was crying because I can’t get my shadow to stick on. Besides, I wasn’t crying. Wendy (surprised) It has come off? Peter Yes. Wendy sees the shadow on the floor, looking so draggled, and she is frightfully sorry for Peter. Wendy How awful! (a little patronisingly) It must be sewn on. Peter What’s sewn? Wendy You’re dreadfully ignorant. Peter No, I’m not. Wendy I shall sew it on for you, my little man. Wendy gets out her housewife, and sews the shadow on to Peter’s foot. Peter (forgetting that he just cried, clenches his teeth) Oh, I shan’t cry. Soon his shadow was behaving properly, though still a little creased. Wendy (thoughtfully) Perhaps I should have ironed it. 3. but Peter, boylike, is indifferent to appearances, and he is jumps about in the wildest glee. Alas, he forgot that he owed his bliss to Wendy. He thought he had attached the shadow himself. Peter How clever I am! (crowing rapturously) oh, the cleverness of me! It is humiliating to have to confess that this conceit of Peter was one of his most fascinating qualities. To put it with brutal frankness, there never was a cockier boy. Wendy (shocked) You conceit. (sarcastically) of course I did nothing! Peter (carelessly, continuing to dance) You did a little. Wendy A little! if I am no use I can at least withdraw. Wendy springs in the most dignified way into bed and covers her face with the blankets. To induce her to look up Peter pretends to be going away, and when this failed he sits on the end of the bed and tapps her gently with his foot. Peter (tapping) Wendy. Don’t withdraw. I can’t help crowing, Wendy, when I’m pleased with myself. Still Wendy doesn’t look up, though she is listening eagerly. Peter Wendy. Wendy, one girl is more use than twenty boys. Wendy (peeping out of the bed-clothes) Do you really think so, Peter? Peter Yes, I do. Wendy I think it’s perfectly sweet of you. (satisfied) and I’ll get up again. https://www.gutenberg.org/files/16/16-h/16-h.htm#chap02 (Original story)
