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INT. BEDROOM - EVENING
Gabrielle is laying face down on a huge bed. It's obvious she's had better days. Xena is pacing back and forth like a caged tiger.
Something is not right here.
Okay, you stay here. I'm going
to try and find some answers.
Gabrielle sighs and lifts her head.
No, no. I'll go with you. I think
we should stick together until
we figure out what's going on.
She pushes herself up from the bed. Just as they are about to leave the door opens and SAPPHO enters. Xena's jaw drops, and Gabrielle just stares. Before she notices Gabrielle, Sappho addresses Xena.
Who are you and what are
you doing in my room?
What are you doing with my face?
She draws closer to Gabrielle giving her an extensive looking over.
Seems you have MY face.
She reaches out and touches the ends of Gabrielle's hair.
And a hideous haircut. What did
you do that with... a dull knife?
Gabrielle pulls away and gives her best indignant look. She's busy fuming when Xena's laughter begins ringing through the room. Both women turn to face her.
Gabrielle, this explains everything!
Those people in town weren't crazy.
They thought you were Sappho.
Gabrielle looks to the tenth muse and nods her head slowly. Except for the long hair that the poet sports, they could indeed be twin sisters.
You know, I think I like
it better short.
Speak for yourself.
I happen to like it long.
Okay ladies, this discussion
is fascinating but,
You called us here for a reason.
I called you here?
Yes, I'm Xena and this is Gabrielle.
Sappho relaxes considerably and smiles at them.
I'm sorry. You have no idea the stress
I've been under lately. Nothing is working
out the way it should. The school I wanted
to open is meeting opposition. Adrienne
and I had a HUGE fight and she's sulking
somewhere. Even my muse seems
to have abandoned me.
It's okay. We're here to help if we can.
Where would you like to start?
I suppose the beginning is
as good a place as any.
INT. DINING ROOM - EVENING
Sappho has noticeably relaxed, and is now being a very gracious hostess. Xena and Gabrielle are enjoying a huge meal being served by a variety of servants. Some of the staff are obviously thrown by the woman seated at the table who looks so much like their employer. They are from time to time whispering among themselves about her.
(sipping her wine)
And that's when the trouble started.
So someone is not happy about the
fact that you want to open a school here?
I'd say the death threats make that very clear.
All I wanted to do was create a place where
people could come study and learn from
each other. I wanted to help nurture the
creative spirit. I didn't realize that
people would be so set against it.
People are afraid of what they don't
understand. And I think people tend
to be more afraid of things that
don't seem normal to them.
There is some truth to that, but I've always
had a good relationship with the people
on this island. We trade with them
regularly and they have come here to
see performances. I just don't understand
what has happened recently.
You think it's someone from the island?
It's almost has to be. The threats started when
I had a conference with some other chancellors
from various academies around Greece. I
wanted to pick their collective brains about
what to do to start a school. Three days after
they got here the first threat came and then
two days after that the chancellor from the
Athens Academy was injured. A scaffold
being used to build one of the walls collapsed
as he was making a tour of the construction sight.
When did this happen?
Not long ago. He's still using on of my
guesthouses to recover. He's going to
be fine, but it'll be some time before
he's well enough to travel.
Has there been any other
threats or attempts?
I received another note yesterday, telling
me to drop my plans for the school or else.
Or else? Well, that's about as open
ended a threat as you can get.
So the first thing we need to do is
figure out who is threatening you,
and why they don't want this school built.
And who is Adrienne?
Yes, you mentioned that she was upset
about something. Maybe she's the one who....
Oh no, not Adrienne. Our problems
are of a far more 'personal' nature.
Ah, lovers spat. I understand.
Oh you do, do you?
Absolutely. We know a lot of people
who have problems in their relationships.
I thought so.
Sappho smiles at them, enjoying their banter. She sighs and shakes her head.
Adrienne and I have lost that.
The ability to tease each other. There's been
so much stress around here lately that all we
seem to do is argue. We had a horrible fight
the other night and she stormed out of
here in a huff. I haven't seen her since.
Have you looked for her?
Oh, I know where she is. There's a small hut
right on the edge of the estate. When she gets
mad that's where she goes. She goes down
there to work off her frustration by throwing pots.
No. Lousy temper. She really THROWS
pots. It’s bitch on the bric-a-brac.
Gabrielle laughs and Xena wiggles a finger at her.
Don't say it.
Gabrielle winks, then returns her attention to Sappho.
Who do you think it is?
I don't know. I wish I had a clue. I don't
mind the thoughts of having an enemy.
I just wish I knew who I was
supposed to be watching out for.
Then the most logical place to start
is in town. We'll go in and do some
snooping around tomorrow....
Xena stops, and begins looking between Sappho and Gabrielle as an idea takes form; a smile begins to spread across her face. Gabrielle takes notice and sits up in her seat a little straighter.
Oh, I know that look.
What are you thinking?
It just might be crazy
enough to work.
Xena gets up and walks around the table. Standing at the corner between Sappho and Gabrielle, she looks closely at both of them.
I have to say that if I didn't know Gabrielle
so well and had just met you both
I wouldn't be able to tell you apart.
Gabrielle suddenly realizes what Xena is thinking and stands up.
Oh no. Nonononono.
What part of that
didn't you understand?
Okay, you two obviously have
developed the ability to read
each other’s minds. Now how
about letting me in on it?
Gabrielle is still looking at a grinning Xena, while answering Sappho’s question.
She is hatching some crazy plan
where I pretend to be you in order to
draw out the people trying to hurt you.
Gabrielle, it's not crazy.
You're right. It's not crazy. It's insane.
Xena, no one with half a brain
is going to believe I'm Sappho.
Sure they will, Gabrielle.
You look exactly like. You're
a bard; she's a poet....
I hate to argue, but there's a
huge difference Xena.
Bards are far more epic....
It doesn't matter. It's not like she
going to be performing for
anyone. She's just going to be....
Xena pauses, trying to find the proper word.
Bait. I'm going to be bait.
Aw, c'mon Gabrielle. It'll be fun.
Has it escaped you that there
are differences between us?
Just little ones. Nothing a
Change of wardrobe can't
cure. We can get you a wig....
Oh no! NO wigs.
I look awful in a wig.
Xena eyes swing slowly to Sappho.
Well, there is another option.
END OF ACT TWO