*We start some time after the show. The stage is quiet. It still has the scenery from the final scene. A few lights shine down onto the stage. Micky, back in his regular clothes, walks onto the stage. He eyes the scenery...*

(Mike and Peter, both back in their regular clothes, follow him afterwards.)

Mike: Mick...

*Davy follows Mike and Peter, also in his regular clothes. Micky glances at the guys, but turns back to the scenery.*

Peter: Micky, your aura's not right.

Davy: Yeah, mate, you've been acting weird, even for you.

Mike: Micky, are you ok? What happened back there?

Micky: *runs a hand through his hair* I feel confused.

Mike: No shit. You weren't supposed to really paralyze me, you know! You were just supposed to wave your hand and make it look good!

Micky: But...I was the bad guy...that's what bad guys do...

Mike: You weren't REALLY the bad guy! You were just playin' one!

Peter: (Gently puts a hand on Mike's chest) Michael, calm down. (He goes to Micky and puts a hand on his shoulder. He frowns) Micky...it has to do with your imagination, doesn't it?

Micky: *head dips* I don't... *looks up, angry* I AM the bad guy! *slowly frowns* No, I'm not...

Davy: Well...

Peter: (He waves his hand to quiet Davy, then turns back to Micky) Micky Dolenz, listen to me. (Puts both hands on his shoulders) You are NOT a bad guy...and George didn't turn out to be a bad guy in the end, either. You're a good man and a good father. You just got too caught up in this long story Emma wrote.

Micky: I'm just...I don't know.

Mike: Yeah, man. You can't take this stuff seriously. I don't think I'm a real banished knight.

Peter: (Gently squeezes Micky's shoulder) And I'm certainly no king.

Mike: It's just a play.

Micky: *turns to Mike* A play? Can't take it seriously?

Davy: Yeah, Mick, it was all pretend, y'know?

Mike: It was just somethin' my wife wrote for a charity performance. (Rolls his eyes) I KNEW she went overboard. I saw people checkin' their watches towards the end of the show.

Peter: It's that oversized imagination of yours, Micky.

Micky: *shakes his head* No, it was real.

Peter: Only your powers were, Micky.

Mike: Maybe you're still feelin' the effects of that liquor you had in the first act.

Micky: I'm okay from the liquor.

Peter: No, you're feeling the effects of something else. Your imagination is stronger than ours, isn't that right?

Micky: *nods* Yeah...

Peter: You weren't just an actor. You were the director, and you helped design some of the sets and scenery, Mick.

Mike: I knew you should have just acted.

Micky: No! I wanted to direct!

Peter: That's the trouble, Mick. You always want to do everything...but no one can.

Micky: I was doing fine! You guys have no faith in me!

Davy: Mick...

Peter: (He squeezes Micky's shoulders) Mick, I have faith in you. I always have. I just don't like seeing you so upset.

Micky: I just...I'm...I'm so confused, Pete...

Peter: Micky, who am I?

Micky: Peter.

Peter: And who are you?

Micky: I...

Mike: (Mutters) A pain in the ass.

*Davy snickers.*

Peter: (Turns to Mike and snaps) Michael, hush. You're only making things worse. (He turns back to Micky) Micky, look at me and answer the question. Who are you?

Micky: Geo...Mick... *frowns*

Davy: Come on, mate...

Mike: You're our buddy! The guy who makes sure we don't kill each other.

Peter: That's right, Mick. You're our peacemaker. You cheer us up with your jokes and laughter and you make us happy.

Micky: I...do that?

Peter: All the time!

Mike: You build our gadgets and our gizmos. You built the communicators that help us stay in touch with one another and two talking cars.

Davy: You're a great best friend & a wonderful family man.

Mike: You have a wife and three children who absolutely adore you.

Peter: We're a team, Micky. We've stopped everything from a father who wanted to sell a little boy's pet horse to the Devil and his niece. We've saved almost the entire town of Malibu Beach at one time or another.

Mike: We play music together, Micky...or at least, we used to. You're our drummer. You're so good, Frank Zappa once asked you to join the Mothers of Invention!

*Micky grins slightly.*

Davy: 'O else would we get to potentially blow us up every so often?

Mike: You like to make things explode. Your kids love you for it.

Peter: Do you remember some of the things we've been through together, Micky?

Micky: I'm starting to.

Mike: How 'bout our families? We're all married and we all have kids. Do you remember them?

Micky: *nods* I think so.

Peter: Micky, tell us what you can remember.

Micky: I remember stuff. I just can't figure out what's really happened, and what hasn't.

Peter: Tell us something. Maybe we can help you sort things out.

Mike: Yeah. Em really cut too close to home with some of the stuff she shoe horned into this epic of hers.

Mike: (Thoughtful) How about Urse? Do you remember Ursula?

Micky: *nods* I remember Urse.

Peter: Do you remember how you helped save her, Michael, and me in September?

Micky: *thinks for a moment, then nods* Yeah. I gave Mike the hilt of his sword, then blew up Alex's torture machine.

Mike: And you did a damn fine job with both.

Peter: Micky...do you remember Alex?

Mike I don't want to remember Alex. I hope he doesn't. (Peter elbows him.)

Micky: *frowns* Alex...

Peter: Long story short, he's the assistant devil and your double. Calls himself "brother," though he isn't.

*Micky's fists clench, though he still frowns.*

Davy: Careful, Petah.

Peter: Yes, Mick. He's evil...but you aren't. You're everything he isn't.

Micky: ...I hate Alex...

Peter: We all do, Mick. He's done terrible things to all of us.

Mike: Yeah, we have a lot of people we hate. Alex's boss Sheila, and his girl Zelda.

Peter: But we have many, many friends, too. Some of them were here tonight. We have other friends in Laurel Canyon and the Valley.

Mike: Come on, Mick! (He takes his shoulder) You've got to remember! You're not some evil lord with weird powers! You're Micky!

Micky: *Takes a moment, then* How did Emilio do covering for me?

Mike: (Grins) He did all right...but he was too stiff. He's a nice...uh, robot, but he's not as much fun as you. (Grins) Damn good swordsman, though. You might want to ask him for some lessons.

Micky: I might.

Mike: Where is he, anyway? Anyone seen him?

Davy: I think 'e just left for the night.

Peter: Micky, your aura is looking stronger. How do you feel now?

Micky: I'm feeling a little better. Not so *motions to his head* messy up here.

Peter: Good. (Sighs) I'm not surprised the play got to you. Emma did an amazing job, but this was very intense, especially given how some of it closely paralleled recent events.

Mike: Too closely. This was probably Em's way of gettin' everything that's happened lately off her chest.

Peter: There were times even I felt a little confused. I'm not surprised you were, Micky. You had even more on your plate.

Micky: I didn't even realize it was happening.

Peter: I didn't, either. It was a good story and a familiar story... (Smiles sheepishly) I guess the members of the audience weren't the only ones who got swept away!

Mike: I guess that's the real magic here. Workin' in the theater does somethin' to ya.

Peter: Davy, how did you do it? You were on Broadway six times a week!

Davy: *shrugs* I just...did.

Mike: You were a kid then. You probably didn't even think about it.

Davy: Not really.

Peter: Micky, the next time we do something big like this that involves a lot of pretending and you feel yourself get crazy, talk to one of us or the girls about it, ok? We might be able to help you.

Mike: Yeah, we'll knock some sense into you. (Grins) Literally, I hope.

Micky: *cringes* That makes me wanna say something.

Peter: Say it. There's only a few other people in the theater besides us, and they're all getting ready to go home.

Micky: *shrugs* If you wanna smack me around... you might as well. I screwed up again. I deserve it. *motions to his head* I really wonder what goes on up here sometimes.

Mike: (Rolls up his sleeves) Ok, Micky, you asked for it! (He hits Micky hard in the chin with his right hand) I hope that knocked a little sense into that scrambled brain of yours.

Peter: Michael!

Micky: *staggers back, but stays upright* All right, I deserved that.

Davy: That was funny and awful at the same time.

Mike: I'm sorry Mick, but yeah, you did. Don't you EVER get that realistic with special effects ever again, especially when you're usin' them on me! And I don't care how many guys are here from Hollywood!

Peter: (Gives Mike a look, then turns to Micky) He didn't handle it that well, but he has a point, Micky. Didn't you think we were all nervous about the producers?

(Mike just rolls his eyes and gives Peter a look back.)

Micky: Yeah. *sighs* I'm really sorry about that, guys.

Peter: (Nods and sighs) We understand, Micky. What's done is done. Just try to be more careful from now on. If you feel yourself getting upset beyond your control, talk to someone, get away from whatever is causing the problem, or flip that emotional "switch" of yours.

Micky: *nods* I'll try, really.

Peter: (Smiles) We know you will. I'm going to try, too. There's a lot going on now. We're very close to Christmas, and we're going to get our sheet music and teaching business up and running.

Mike: Yeah, I'll try to be less of a hard-head and listen to you guys more.

Davy: And I'll try to not laugh as your bloody craziness.

Peter: And I'll learn to compromise and to be less naive with people. I'd still have some of my money if I hadn't given so much of it away to complete strangers and causes who probably weren't honest, or even real.

Mike: Things are gonna get better, Mick. We're gonna MAKE them better.

Peter: And remember, Mick (he puts his hand on his shoulder again) we're here for you when you need us.

Micky: *smiles* Thanks, guys.

Lauren: *comes on stage* Fellas?

Peter: (Looks up) Hi, Lauren.

Mike: Hey, little darlin'. How's the other ladies?

Lauren: They headed out to pick up the kids. *She goes to Micky and puts an arm around him. He briefly hugs her and kisses her forehead. She smiles.* I'll take it that certain things got taken care of.

Peter: (Nods) Yes, they did. This play really got to all of us. We just needed to help Micky focus and remember a few things.

Mike: Next time someone wants Em to write a play, let's get her to do a nice, safe, simple little comedy. This was really just too much.

Lauren: She made a great effort, though.

Mike: That's just the problem. I think she tried to do too much. Even I lost track of who was whom after a while!

Peter: It was a lot of fun, though. I didn't even mind the Wolf Man makeup.

Lauren: Well, I think after all this, we deserve a little evening out.

Mike: Yeah, I'm bushed. How about we go to the diner across the street for a really late dinner?

Micky: I could go for that.

Peter: Sounds good to me!

Mike: We could bring the rest of the crew something home.

Davy: I think they'd appreciate that.

Mike: Well, what are we waitin' for? Let's go eat.

(The guys put their arms around each other and Lauren and walk out. We fade out on the now-dim lights shining on the massive throne room sets...and on the four weapons that lean against it.)