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Hart to Hart Fan Fiction An Anthology of Hart to Hart Stories Written Between 1999 and 2016: Hart Scene Rewrites By Leslie T. Introduction The Hart Anthology 3 contains all my rewrites of episode scenes that I thought could have been done better. Some are actual scene rewrites pulling from scripts or what I would have liked to have seen, while in others I add new scenes based on what I would have liked the episode to have done instead. You‟ll also find Romantic Harts, which is written from an unaired script. Please don‟t share this document with others. Everyone should obtain it from me or from where I‟ve posted it. This is only so I can keep tabs on it (I‟ve had a story stolen twice). If you‟ve received this document from someone other than me or where I‟ve posted it, please let me know. I hope you‟ll enjoy these stories. Thank you for reading! P.S. The table of contents on the next page is interactive. You should be able to click on the title to be taken to the story. Table of Contents Introduction ............................................................................................. 2 Two Harts are Better Than One: Scene Rewrites ............................... 5 ‘Till Death Do Us Hart Movie Ending Rewrite .................................. 22 Hart of Darkness Rewrite ..................................................................... 27 Romantic Harts ...................................................................................... 33 Two Harts are Better Than One: Scene Rewrites This is a slightly alternate version of Two Harts are Better Than One, except Jonathan doesn’t succumb to jetlag (my change). Note, that this story is suitable for people who like highly charged intimate scenes. I referred to the first draft script, which has some differences from what was aired. I’ve put those lines in red so you can see how much the script changed from draft one to what they filmed. This story contains rewrites from only a couple of scenes: meeting in the bar (and that night), Jennifer finding Bowly (along with her and Jonathan running from him), and the proposal at the end. You can assume that the scenes not rewritten between these ones are the same. At the end, I share a few other notes about what was different from the draft script and the show. The Meeting Jonathan Hart sat at the bar of the Ritz hotel, nursing a drink when what he really wanted was to take a nap. He hadn‟t originally planned to fly non-stop from Los Angeles to London. Instead he‟d planned to have a day or two in New York, to check on the office there. Then he‟d head to London to finished the Kingsford Motors deal. But all of a sudden, Kingsford board members were skittish about the deal. Jonathan shook his head. He should tell them, “Take the money or don‟t.” It didn‟t make sense to them why they‟d be nervous. Just like it didn‟t make sense that the media thought the deal was newsworthy. Sure, the financial reporters and market followers would be interested, but general media? Why did they care so much that they had a reporter using deception to get the story. He took a sip of his drink. An exotic floral scent teased his senses as a women sat in the stool next to him. “Double vodka martini straight up.” Jonathan glanced at woman. The scent and the smoky feminine voice, matched with the woman carrying them. Her skin was smooth and creamy, the kind he‟d enjoy touching and tasting. Her auburn hair was pulled up, but looked soft, perfect for running his fingers through. It had been awhile since he‟d picked up a woman in the bar, but the tension in her jaw suggested she was having as lousy of a day as he was. “Rough day?” She nodded. “Um hmmm.” Jonathan knew women. Knew how to read them. This one didn‟t want to be bothered. And yet, he couldn‟t seem to help himself. “Are you an American?” “Yes.” Her tone and quick glance at him were both short and curt, again stressing her desire to not be bothered. “I‟m an American too.” She gave him a wan smile. “Small world.” He must be a glutton for punishment because despite her disinterest, he was intrigued. “Excuse me Mr. Hart. There‟s a reporter on the telephone. He wants to know if you‟re in the bar.” Jesus, they‟re tracking him to the bar. “You can tell him that not only am I not in the bar, but as far as you know, I‟m not even in the hotel and that goes for any journalist that may call especially a woman called Jennifer Edwards.” “I‟ll take care of it, sir.” “Thanks very much Joe.” Now he could get back to the intriguing woman sitting next to him. “The press.” “The press? Forgive me, are you famous? I‟ll bet, you‟re an actor.” He pushed away the annoyance that when he was just a regular Joe she wasn‟t interested, but now that she knew the press was hounding him she was. “No. I‟m a businessman.” “Oh.” She turned back to her drink, proving his point. Oh well. No reason he couldn‟t at least have a conversation. “But the press around here...I seem to be the best thing that‟s happened since the Watergate break in.” She shook her head, pleasing him with her disgust of his situation. “Why don‟t they just leave some people alone?” She sipped her drink, and he watched her neck as she swallowed. Her neck was long, graceful, and he found himself betraying his previous thoughts to leaving this to a simple bar conversation. “That Jennifer Edwards. Very pushy. I know just the type. She‟s probably a chain smoking, love starved matron, who peeks through key holes to get a story.” “Hmm.” He liked that she was annoyed for him. “She even came here and broke into my apartment and said there was a leak coming from the top floor, not knowing that my apartment was on the top floor.” “What a nitwit.” He studied her more in her buttoned up blouse, dark skirt suit, and hair pulled back. She was a professional, and yet even though her outfit revealed nothing, there was a sensuality about her. She looked at her watch. “You waiting for someone?” “Yes. As a matter of fact I was. Apparently I‟ve been stood up.” Whoever that guy is, he‟s the biggest bonehead in the world. She was finally looking at him, giving a longer glimpse into amazing hazel eyes. He‟d never had trouble asking women out, but it had been awhile since he asked a stranger. He was older now and he almost felt a little foolish. “Let me ask you a question.” “What?” “Would you consider having dinner with a complete stranger?” Her eyes flashed with intrigue, giving him hope. “The London by night tour?” “A great site to see.” “Well then, I suppose I shouldn‟t miss it.” He studied her, wanting to inventory her beauty and grace. “Jonathan Hart.” He extended his hand. “Louise Tobin.” She placed her hand in his, warm and firm, and he couldn‟t stop the image of those hands touching him intimately from flashing in his mind. “Shall we Louise?” “Whatever you say, John.” Ug. He hated John. “Jonathan.” She smiled, and the beauty of it hit him right in the chest. “Oh, I‟m sorry, Jonathan.” Good Christ he was in trouble. The way his name rolled off her lips, sent his senses soaring. Jennifer walked out of the bar, glancing over her shoulder to make sure he was still there. She tamped down on the happy dance bubbling inside her. She was going to interview...no have dinner with Jonathan Hart. She pushed aside the niggle of guilt at her deception. It wasn‟t the first time she‟d lied to get a story. But as she reflected on the five minutes at the bar with him, she saw a man who was just trying to enjoy a drink and forget about business. Not just any man, either. She‟d researched Jonathan Hart before attempting to track him down and discovered he was the true Horatio Alger rags to riches story. He had a reputation for generous philanthropy, and he was fair, but wasn‟t afraid to be aggressive when needed. He‟d once been a playboy, although his sexual exploits were either fewer or he was more discreet, as he wasn‟t appearing in tabloids as much as he once had. The one thing that hadn‟t been correct were the photos. They hadn‟t done justice to just how devastatingly handsome he was. His eyes were a clear blue that hinted at mischief. His smile was both disarming and electrifyingly sexy. It had taken her several moments to get her bearings straight when she realized she‟d sat next to him in the bar. Her brain warred with whether or not to launch right into her interview. But then he told the bartender he didn‟t want to be bothered by reporters, especially her. It was all she could do to not dump her drink on him at the way he described her. Well! She didn‟t have to peek through keyholes when the man picked her up in the bar. But, she‟d have to ignore his looks and his charm, and instead focus on her goal; interview Jonathan Hart. But as the night wore on, her guilt grew while her desire for a story decreased.

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