The Miller's Daughter/Transcript

''SCENE: A mill in the kingdom of King Xavier in the Enchanted Forest, past. The miller is fast asleep when his daughter approaches.'' Cora: Father. Father! (Very reluctantly, her father wakes up.)

Father: What? I'm resting!

Cora: You're always resting. The flour was due to be delivered this morning. I, for one, would like to be able to eat this week! (She proceeds to deliver the flour.)

''SCENE: The market, Enchanted Forest, past. Cora crosses paths with King Xavier, his son, and a princess. For her own amusement, the princess trips the miller's daughter and flour falls everywhere.).''

Cora: You stupid, foolish girl!

King Xavier: What happened here?

Princess: Oh, the peasant fell, as they do.

King Xavier: Are you all right?

Cora: I'm fine!

King Xavier: Not you; Eva. Are you all right, Eva?

Princess Eva: Well, she ruined my slippers.

Prince Henry: I don't think the girl meant any harm.

King Xavier: You shall receive no money for the flour, and you will apologize to Eva.

Cora: Apologize? The wench tripped me.

King Xavier: Curb your tongue. This is Princess Eva from the northern kingdom, our honored guest. She's a very important woman.

Cora: She's a girl.

King Xavier: And who are you, miller's daughter? What's your name?

Cora: Cora.

King Xavier: Then kneel, Cora. (Reluctantly, Cora does.) Now apologize. Apologize, or this will be the last bit of flour we will take from you. There are other millers out there.

Cora: (Gritting her teeth) I beg your pardon, Princess Eva.

King Xavier: Stay down until we have past. You are where you belong.

''SCENE: The sea, somewhere between New York City and Storybrooke. Henry and Neal steer the Jolly Roger while belowdecks, Emma enters Mr. Gold's room, where he is groaning in pain.''

Emma: You don’t look comfortable.

Mr. Gold: The poison racing towards my heart will have that effect.

Emma: Tell me about this, uh... Knife of yours. Cora and Regina… If they do have it, they can make you do anything?

Mr. Gold: Indeed.

Emma: Like… Kill us all?

Mr. Gold: Yeah. You’re hoping I bleed to death now, aren’t you?

Emma: You’re Henry’s grandfather. We’re family now. I’m going to save you.

Mr. Gold: Oh, I feel so reassured.