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TEASER
FADE IN:
EXT. CAMPFIRE - LATE EVENING
GABRIELLE sits just outside of the fire circle. A jumble of half-written scrolls surrounds her. It’s the first time in a while that she’s had a relatively free evening to sit and record their many adventures over the past year. She scribbles a few lines in one, puts that carefully down, picks up another and another, repeating the process in a sort of endless cycle.
Laying down her sword and whetstone, XENA yawns and stretches. Rolling her neck from side to side, she groans as the bones pop, realigning her spine. Then she rolls her shoulders, waggling her arms, wrists and fingers, and listening to the snap-crackle-pop of her joints.
At the sounds, Gabrielle looks up from her scrolls and over at her partner, smirking.
XENA Sorry.
GABRIELLE For what? It’s been a long day.
XENA (grumpily) Hmmph. I used to eat long days for breakfast.
Putting her scroll down in her lap, Gabrielle rolls her eyes.
GABRIELLE Xena....
XENA It’s true, Gabrielle. Janos pegged it. I am getting old.
GABRIELLE Xena, you’re not getting old!
XENA Sure I am! Look! Look at this!
Xena bows her head, running her fingers through her hair.
GABRIELLE What?
XENA This!! Look!!!
GABRIELLE Where I come from, Xena, that’s called ‘hair’.
Xena lifts her head, giving Gabrielle a look.
GABRIELLE (cont’d) We’re not going through this again, Xena. For the last time, there are no gray hairs anywhere in that head of yours. They wouldn’t dare!
Xena’s eyes light.
XENA No? What’s this, then, hmm?
She holds up one light strand of hair.
Narrowing her eyes, Gabrielle reaches out and snatches the hair from Xena’s fingers.
GABRIELLE It’s mine, thank you very much. And it’s not gray. Just very, very, very light blonde.
Xena snorts.
Gabrielle sighs.
GABRIELLE (cont’d) Xena, you’re not getting old, all right? You just need some time to relax. We’ve been through a lot this past year.
XENA Hmmph.
GABRIELLE All right. Fine. You asked for it.
Leaning back, she reaches for the first of the many scrolls surrounding her.
GABRIELLE (cont’d) I sing a song of Xena, a YOUNG Warrior Princess who, in the past year, has: died… again, gone to Hell… again, come back to life… again....
Gabrielle picks up another scroll.
GABRIELLE (cont’d) …helped rescue a village from a ravening god… again....
XENA Gabrielle....
Gabrielle blithely picks up another scroll.
GABRIELLE ….gotten me out of a stupid spell cast by Aphrodite… again....
Gabrielle picks up yet another scroll.
GABRIELLE (cont’d) …saved Greece from a plague— hmm, that’s a first, I’ll have to make a note of that one....
XENA (a little louder) Gabrielle....
Gabrielle picks up another scroll.
GABRIELLE …helped prevent a war… again....
Gabrielle picks up still another scroll.
GABRIELLE (cont’d) …got split in two… again....
XENA GABRIELLE!!!
GABRIELLE …helped me reunite two… mmf!
Xena pulls back from the kiss she’s just given her, grinning.
XENA Sometimes, that’s the only way to shut you up.
GABRIELLE (dreamily) Remind me to keep on talking later, okay?
Xena laughs softly.
XENA Gabrielle?
GABRIELLE Mm?
XENA I know what you’re trying to do, and.... Thanks.
GABRIELLE (primly) I’m only speaking the truth.
Smiling, she pats her lap. Xena looks at her questioningly.
GABRIELLE (cont’d) C’mon. Even Warrior Princesses need their rest.
After a moment, Xena gives in and settles down across the furs, head pillowed in Gabrielle’s lap. Gabrielle soothingly strokes Xena’s hair, watching as her partner’s eyelids grow heavy, and finally give up the fight.
Smiling tenderly, she tilts her head back and looks up at the sky. The first stars peek through the firmament.
GABRIELLE (cont’d softly) Star light, star bright, first star I see tonight. I wish I may, I wish I might, get the wish I wish tonight.
CUT TO:
INT. APRHODITE’S OLYMPIAN REALM
Loud, rocking disco music is playing as Aphrodite and several of her closest studly companions are celebrating another night on Olympus. Everywhere people are dancing, drinking, and partying. Aphrodite herself is lounging on a large pink divan with several incredibly handsome men, a regular Goddess of Love sandwich.
Suddenly, the room seems to dim, and she looks up just in time to see one of her night stars go shooting away.
Sighing, she sits up and elbows her muscular, oiled companions out of the way.
APHRODITE All right, all right, who whacked one of my faves outta here?
The crowd steps away from a particularly studly fellow who’s wearing a blindfold and grasping a stick. He pulls down his blindfold and looks over at Aphrodite.
MAN Oops!
Aphrodite rolls her eyes.
APHRODITE As if!! It’s not a piñata, you loser! It’s.... Oh, forget it.
Then she shrugs.
APHRODITE (cont’d) Oh well, I hope nobody wished on it.
Laughing, she leans back on her couch and holds out her arms.
APHRODITE (cont’d) Now, where were we?
FADE OUT.
END OF TEASER
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