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Angel
Screen-Play by
Jagger
The following is a screen play written by our very own Jagger. It is broken down into it's acts, so if you need to leave and come back, you can easily scroll to your last stopping point.
Please enjoy the story.
-I-
(Amanda steps out of her car. She surveys the park and smiles when she sees a dark figure step out of the trees. The figure is short and wearing a floor length black velvet cloak with the hood up. She walks toward the figure.)
Amanda: There you are. Couldn't we have met in a nice restaurant
or a mall? A mall
would have been good.
(She grins. The dark figure pulls an ancient sword out.
Amanda's smiles fades.)
What are you doing?
(The sword flashes in the moonlight as the cloaked figure swings at Amanda. Amanda dodges the blow and pulls out her own sword. The fight is intense. Amanda has the better skill and it shows. A dagger flies suddenly from the figure and catches Amanda in the chest. She grunts in pain and sinks to the ground. The cloaked figure swings the sword one final time and takes Amanda's head. There is utter silence and then the quickening begins.)
-II-
(Several weeks later, Duncan Macleod's apartment. He is packing a suitcase. Methos walks in.)
Methos: Going somewhere?
Duncan: (Without looking up.) There's been another murder.
In New York. Same as Amanda.
Woman in a black velvet
cloak.
Methos: New York? Not..(pauses) Not Connor?
Duncan: (Shakes his head) No, not Connor. This time the bitch
didn't need the dagger. She
killed a nun. An Immortal
who hadn't been off holy ground in hundreds of years. She
wasn't even carrying a sword.
(His hands tighten on the suitcase. Behind him, Methos'
face pales.)
Methos: (nonchalantly) I think I'll go with you.
Duncan: (Shrugs and continues packing.) Whatever.
(New York. Duncan and Methos are seated in an office across from Mother Superior.)
Mother: She would have been grateful that you were here. I don't
know what possessed her to
leave the convent. She didn't
even own a sword anymore.
Methos: She hadn't since she made the decision to stay on Holy Ground
full time. Don't worry.
We'll find out who did this
to her.
Mother: Do you have any idea which Immortal it might have been?
Duncan: (Watching both Methos and Mother Superior suspiciously.)
What do you know about
Immortals?
Mother: (Smiles at Duncan.) I was Shannon's Watcher. Unfortunately, I wasn't here.
Duncan: (Looks at the Mother and then at Methos.) We have someone doing
a check of female
Immortals in the area who
are known for wearing black cloaks...and using daggers.
Mother: But-(Pauses and sends a distressed look at Methos.) She wouldn't have.
Duncan: Who wouldn't have?
Methos: (Squeezes Mother Superior's hand.) Don't worry. I'll take care of it.
Duncan: (Getting angry.) You know who did this? Why didn't you say so sooner?
Methos: I'll discuss this with you later, Duncan. Now is not the time.
(Duncan's jaw tightens and he storms out of the office.)
Mother: He isn't very happy with you.
Methos: (Shrugs) He's young. Impatient.
(Mother Superior smiles for a moment, then the smile fades.)
Mother: There is one other thing.
Methos: What's that?
Mother: They took her crucifix. We couldn't find it. (Methos' jaw tightens and he nods.)
(The street outside the convent. Duncan is standing arms crossed, glaring at Methos.)
Duncan: Why didn't you tell me you knew the nun? What do you know
about this? Who killed
her and Amanda?
Methos: Shannon was my friend. Trust me, Duncan. I want
the person who killed Amanda and
her just as badly as you
do. I need some time. Things aren't always as they seem. (His
face ages suddenly.
He speaks quietly.) If I'm wrong, I'll take care of it. Just give
me
some time. (There is a pause.
Duncan nods. Methos turns and walks away.)
(Night. Connor's loft. Duncan is sitting in the dark drinking a scotch, brooding. The elevator door slides open. A short woman in a black cloak enters the loft. She moves silently forward and then stops spotting the dark figure on the couch. Duncan snaps a light on and stands up, grabbing his sword.)
Duncan: I am Duncan Macleod of the Clan Macleod. And you are dead.
(He swings. The
woman sidesteps and pulls
out her sword. The blades clash together. She is better than
he
anticipated.)
Woman: I have no fight with you, Macleod.
Duncan: You do when you murder my friends.
Woman: Hey, I didn't murder her. She gave me no choice.
I told her to walk away. You
should teach your students
not to attack people with more experience than them.
Duncan: (Snarls.)Amanda wasn't my student.
Woman: Amanda? (Stunned, the woman freezes and Duncan's blade cuts neatly
into her side.
The elevator door opens
and Methos and Connor watch in horror as the woman slides to
the floor. Duncan
raises his sword for the final blow. Both older Immortals rush
forward. Methos kneeling
beside the fallen woman, Connor blocking Duncan's sword
with his own.)
Duncan: (Gaping at Connor.) What are you doing?
Connor: (Ignoring Duncan, looks back at Methos.) How is she?
Methos: (Glares at Duncan.) Dead.
Connor: (nods) Take her into my room. She'll need to change her
shirt. She can use one of
mine. She knows where
they are.
Methos: (Stands with the woman in his arms. Narrows his eyes at
Connor.) And how would
she know that?
Connor: (Grins) I don't tell a lady's secrets. You'll have to ask her.
(Methos, eyes still narrowed, nods and leaves the room. Connor turns back to Duncan, the grin fading.)
Duncan: What the hell did you stop me for?
Connor: That would be my sparring partner you almost cut in half.
As good ones are hard to
find around here, I'll thank
you to leave her head right where it is.
Duncan: She's a murderer!
Connor: She wouldna do that.
Duncan: (Anger flashing in his eyes.) Why? Because your hormones say she wouldn't?
Connor: (His voice is soft, dangerously so. His eyes lethal.)
I'm going to remember that you
aren't yourself, Duncan.
The next time you call the lady's reputation into question I won't
be so forgiving.
Duncan: She matches the description, Connor. It has to be her.
Connor: (Snorts) Most of the female immortals would too, if they
put on a black cloak. The
shorter ones,anyway.
I suspect someone wants us to think it's her.
Methos: I think you're probably right.(Duncan and Connor turn at the
sound of his voice. He is
standing with the woman
beside him. She is no longer wearing the cloak.
She is slim,
with long, dark hair and
dark eyes. She is wearing one of Connor's sweatshirts. It
reaches almost to her knees.
Connor smiles at her. Duncan is still hostile.)
Connor: How do you feel, lass?
Woman: (Her smile does not reach her eyes.) Sore. Thanks for the shirt.
Connor: Heh heh. No problem. Looks better on you anyway.
(Looks back at Duncan.)
Duncan, this is Siobhan
MacGregor. Siobhan, my idiot clansman, Duncan.
Siobhan: (Presses her hand to her side.) Yes, we've met.
The hard way. And judging from the
glare I don't think he's
changed his mind about me.
Methos: Duncan can be stubborn when he thinks he's right. (Glares at
Duncan.) He will
apologize.
Siobhan: No, it's okay. I can see why he thinks what he does.
I would believe it as well if I
didn't know it wasn't me.
Duncan: And what is she to you, (pauses) Adam?
Methos: She knows my name, Duncan. She's my daughter. (Duncan
gapes at him. Methos
smiles, remembering.)
Methos runs up the stairs of the chateau. It is eerily silent.
A midwife steps into the hallway, pulling the door closed behind her.
She is holding a newborn.
"The labour was a hard one, my lord. Your wife is resting
now." She hands the babe to him. "This is your new daughter."
Methos stares at the child and feels a stirring. He looks
back at the midwife. She flinches under his steady gaze. "This
is not the babe my wife gave birth to. What happened to that child
and where did you get this one?"
The midwife is flustered. "What do you mean? This your
child." Methos moves forward. The midwife backs up until she
is pressed against the wall.
"This child is a foundling. Do not deny it."
The midwife starts to deny, then changes her mind. "The
boy was born dead. This child was found at the church this morning."
She pauses. "I meant no harm, my lord. Your wife will want
for a babe. This child will want for a mother."
Methos looks down at the sleeping girl child. "Does my wife know,
about the other babe?" He looks back up at the midwife, who shakes her
head. "I will tell her. No one else will ever know. Do you
understand?" The woman nods.
"Excellent. I think it's time my wife met our new daughter."
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