Dawn broke, and the female artists departed on a bus as the villa finally quieted down.
Wes Craven, wrapped in a brand-new robe, went up to the second-floor terrace to enjoy the azure sea view.
Martin came up from behind and stood by the railing, greeting him, "Morning, Wes."
Craven, refreshed and clear-headed, asked, "Did you come up with all this?"
"Most of it," Martin turned around and motioned for someone outside to come in. Waiting for Mene to enter, he said, "And him, he did a lot of the preparation work for me."
Craven inquired, "What's your name?"
Mene looked at Martin before responding, "Mene Seth, a minor actor."
Craven nodded, "I'll remember you. If there's anything, I'll have Martin contact you."
Mene, surprised and quite excited, wanted to say something but knew his own mouth was prone to causing trouble, so he just nodded vigorously before departing from the terrace.
Craven asked, "Got any cigars?"
Martin went to fetch a cigar for him.
