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The following is a screen play written by our very
own Jagger. This is a continuation of the screen play Angel.
Please enjoy.
Siobhan Dupres flopped down on the couch and pressed a button on the remote control. ACDC’s ‘Thunderstruck’ pounded out of the stereo system. She leaned her head back against the cushion and closed her eyes. It was so good to be home. Finally. It would have been better if Duncan had been here to greet her but at least she could relax with ACDC. A smile curved her lips. Duncan would probably have a heart attack if he knew she was listening to it as loud as she was.
The Quickening hit her halfway through the song. She jerked upright and snapped the volume off, a guilty look on her face. She stood up and searched the shadows.
“Duncan? Honey?” She frowned. “Daddy. This isn’t funny.” A slight noise behind her caused Siobhan to turn. The dart caught her in the chest. She pulled out and stared at it even as she felt the poison begin to seep into her system. The world began to spin and her eyes began to cloud.
“No. Duncan. Daddy. Please.” The words were barely whispered as she died and fell to the floor.
A tall figure stepped from the shadows. A ray of moonlight fell across the figure’s face. Cassandra’s beautiful features contorted.
“Don’t worry, little girl. Your Daddy will come for you. I’m counting on it.”
Methos whistled as he bounded up to his door. He stopped cold as he saw the dagger stuck in it. His face whitened as he recognised the delicate golden crucifix dangling from it. He reached up and gently caressed the cross.
It took several minutes before he noticed the note around the hilt of the dagger. Anger pierced through him as he read it. He crumpled it up and tossed to the floor.
“You’ve gone to far this time Cassandra.” He yanked the dagger out of the door and clenched the crucifix tightly in his hand. He whirled and raced down the stairs.
Duncan was walking across the airport when his cell phone rang. He pulled it out and answered. “MacLeod.”
“Duncan.” Joe’s voice was grim even through the phone. “You have to go to Paris.”
Duncan stopped in mid-stride, his blood going cold. “Why? What’s in Paris?” There is a pause. “Joe. What’s in Paris?”
“Not what. Who. Cassandra kidnapped Siobhan. She’s taken her to Paris.”
“No. There must be some mistake. Cassandra doesn’t have anything against Siobhan. Siobhan has never hurt anyone. She--”
“Methos.”
The single word caused Duncan to pale. Joe continued. “I don’t know how she found out but it makes sense that she would go after Siobhan if she ever found out.”
“It’s my fault.” Duncan slumped on to a nearby bench. “I told her. Not on purpose. I saw her not long ago. I was telling her about Siobhan. I may have mentioned her connection with Ramirez.” Duncan closed his eyes against the pain. Joe cursed.
“What were you thinking? You should have known that she would figure something out. If not that Siobhan was his daughter than at least that she was important to him.”
Duncan stood up suddenly. “Where in Paris? Where in Paris did she take Siobhan?”
Siobhan groaned. She was cold and damp. Her body ached. There was another Immortal close by. She forced her eyes open and stared at the iron bars above her.
“Cozy, isn’t it? I thought you might appreciate the irony.” Cassandra’s voice held a tome of amusement.
Siobhan rolled onto her side and painfully sat up, glaring at Cassandra. The effects of the poison still had a hold on her. “What did you give me?”
Cassandra chuckled. “Not what. How much. I had you on an IV drip all the way to Paris.”
Siobhan gaped at her. “Paris? Why would you bring me all the way to Paris? If you wanted to take my head why didn’t you just do it in the first place?”
“Sweet, gentle Siobhan. Duncan was right. However, he didn’t mention how naive you are.” Cassandra laughed. “I wonder how long it will take him to replace you in his bed?
“This is about Duncan?” Siobhan shook her head, confused. “This poison must be really messing with my mind. You dragged me all the way to Paris to kill me? For what? I’m obviously not that important to him as far you’re concerned. Why go to all that trouble?”
Cassandra walked up to the bars of the cage Siobhan was imprisoned in. She smiled. “This has nothing to do with Duncan. This has to do with your father. This has to do with Methos.”
Siobhan stared at her for a moment, then burst out laughing. “You brought me here because of a myth? You are truly crazy. Methos doesn’t exist.”
“Of course he does. I know it. You know it. It’s only a matter of time before he shows up here.” Cassandra paused. “Perhaps I should introduce myself. I’m Cassandra.”
“Well, that explains it doesn’t it? He won’t come for me. We have an agreement. His Quickening is too important to lose to whatever crazy or evil Immortal happens to discover who I am.”
“He’s the evil one.” Cassandra hissed. “He will come and he will suffer just as he has made me suffer all these centuries. Don’t worry. You won’t suffer. Too much.” Cassandra lifted a slender wooden tube to her lips.
“Oh, no. Not” Siobhan looked down at the new dart in her chest. “again.” She slumped forward, dead.
Siobhan groaned in agony. “Who would have thought it possible. It hurts worse this time. Of course I’m sure being tied to a table doesn’t help.”
She cracked her eyes open and they widened in horror. Suspended above her was a gleaming steel blade. The Quickening hit her as she stared at the blade.
“Siobhan!” Methos raced into the room. He saw her laying on the table, saw the blade above her. He stopped suddenly in his tracks as he felt a wire hit his leg. “Oh my God.”
Cassandra’s laugh filled the room. “What do you think of my little trap, Methos?”
“Cassandra! Show yourself, witch!” He looked around hoping to spot her.
“Da.” Siobhan’s voice was quiet. “She’s not here. I can’t feel her. It must be a recording or a microphone. Which doesn’t explain why you’re here. We had a deal.”
Methos cleared his throat. “Yes, well, umm.”
“You never had any intention of upholding your end of that deal, did you?” She sighed. “Da, there was a very good reason for that deal.”
“Men like him don’t know anything about keeping their word.” Cassandra’s voice was a hiss. “All he knows is destruction.”
“Cassandra this has nothing to do with her. Let her go.” Methos’ eyes searched for a way to free Siobhan.
“Of course she does. This is the ultimate revenge. One false move and you will take your own child’s Quickening.” Cassandra laughed.
“If you think he’s evil and only knows about destruction. What makes you think that he’ll care in the least if I die?” Siobhan twisted, pulling on the restraints.
“Be quiet! He’s here, isn’t he? He’s come to save his precious little girl, and he will fail. He will get the punishment he deserves!”
Duncan’s Quickening proceeded him into the room. He stopped short as he took in the deadly situation. “Oh, Cassandra. What have you done?”
“I’m sorry, Duncan. You understand, though, don’t you? It has to be done. He needs to pay for what he did.” Cassandra’s voice was soft and gentle. “You’ll get over it. I know she’s not the important to you.”
Siobhan’s eyes narrowed. “You know, I’m getting really tired of hearing that. It really is not doing anything for my ego.”
Duncan smiled. “I’ll make it up to you later. I promise. After I get you out if this.”
“After you get her out of this? And what am I? Chopped liver? I’ll get her out of this.” Methos glared at Duncan.
“Well, I am better at this than you are. I’ve even had a book written about me.” Duncan crossed his arms over his chest and gloated.
“Hey guys? Remember me? The one with the blade hanging over her neck? Can you decide who’s more manly later? Maybe when impending death isn’t staring me in the face?”
Both Methos and Duncan looked guiltily at the floor and mumbled apologies. Siobhan shook her head. “Never mind. Just get me out of this mess.”
“Cassandra! Stop this madness. Let her go!” Duncan shouted at the ceiling. Silence filled the room. “Cassandra!” Still there was no answer. “She’s gone.”
Methos leaned down and pulled the dagger out of his boot. He flipped it idly in his hand. Duncan stared at him. “What are you going to do with that?”
“What’s he doing with what?” Siobhan squirmed to get a better look at her father. Her eyes widened at the site of the dagger. “Oh, no. Da. No. Just let the blade drop it will be easier on all of us.”
“I can do this. Just relax.” He smiled, still flipping the dagger.
Duncan looked from father to daughter, confused. “What are you two talking about?”
“I’m going to throw this dagger at the guillotine. It will block the path of the blade. Then we just untie Siobhan. Very easy.” Methos smiled.
“Hah. Easy for you to say. Not so easy for you to do. When was the last time you actually threw a dagger? Was it even in this millennium?” Siobhan watched him suspiciously.
“Of course, it was in this...” He paused, considering. “Well, not more than the century before that anyway.”
Siobhan glared at him. “Only kidding. Just relax.”Methos took careful aim and let the dagger fly. It stuck into the wood two inches below the blade. Everyone froze, then both Duncan and Methos charged forward. The blade dropped and caught on the dagger. Duncan and Methos struggled to untie the bonds holding Siobhan. The scraping of metal against metal caused all three to look up. The dagger was slipping from the wood. Both men worked faster. Methos freed Siobhan’s feet. Duncan loosened the bonds on her hands and pulled her against his chest as the dagger lost its hold and blade fell.
He held her tightly and stroked her hair. His eyes met those of Methos in grim agreement.
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