Epilogue..

London, the 1960s. The same address, the same flat, the same room.

In the room we see a young girl – probably a student – about eighteen or so, not beautiful, but rather good-looking, with long curly black hair and forget-me-not eyes. She is dressed in blue jeans and a T-shirt with a slogan "Make love, not war". The girl is dancing in front of the mirror, listening to rather loud sounds of "The Beatles" music.

The girl: We all live in a yellow submarine, yellow submarine, yellow submarine...WE ALL LIVE IN A YELLOW SUBMARINE, YELLOW SUBMARINE, YELLOW SUBMARINE!

Four teenage (non-mutant)turtles, named Odds,Bobs,Hammer and Tongs, are jumping up and down, enjoying the music.

Enters Jane, now in her fifties, but still handsome.

Jane (very annoyed): Moira? Moira! MOIRA CORDELIA STUART-PARKINSON, TURN OFF THIS TAPE RECORDER AT ONCE!!! How on Earth can your sister's children go to sleep when their own aunt is making such a Bedlam next door!

Moira: Oh, take it easy, Mum – I come home from college on holidays to relax and have a good time, not to be lectured!

Jane: Well, I declare! You are thinking only of yourself, selfish and impudent girl! When I was your age...

Moira (making the sound lower): Come on, Mum, don't start putting on airs! We both know the truth – you used to be just like me at my age – adventurous, troublemaking and stubborn – a black sheep of the family, buhahaha!

Jane (indignant): What nonsense you are talking! Just like you, indeed! I was the eldest and...

Moira (coaxing)...and I am the youngest and enjoying it! I may be not as nice and pretty and goody-goody as Meg – she really went after Grandma Wendy, nor as smart and bookish as Jim – he should have been Uncle Mike's son, not yours - , but I'm still your own little daughter, Mum! (Hugs Jane)

Jane (good-naturedly) : That you are, my spoilt baby!

Moira: And while you have my big, good sister and brother to please you, I prefer, for the time being, to enjoy my youth, to be as carefree as possible and have a little fun!

A loud "Ta-da!". Jane turns horror-stricken, as a shadow appears on the wall near the window.

Jane (gasping): Oh, my goodness, that can't be...!

Moira: Why, Mum, what's the matter?

Jane (trembling): A-a shadow – look on this wall!

Moira: And what of it? Really, Mother, for shame – to be afraid of shadows at your age!

Jane: But – it's... it's...

Moira (annoyed): Lord, what are those grown-ups thinking about! There are so many troubles in modern world – wars, revolutions, deceases, political crisis, people starving in Africa – and our parents are scared out of their wits by phoney shadows! (Dreamingly) Oh, if only Grandpa James was still alive – he would have said a couple of words about it, for sure! (goes on singing): "In the town, where I was born, lived a man, who sailed to sea...."

A shadow disappears from the room with great haste. The window closes with a loud "Bang!"

The curtain goes down.

Sounds of "Yellow submarine"are giving place to the main musical theme (Rio-Rita)

Curtain call

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