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Production #V807 - Episode 07
 


WRITTEN BY
TNovan


DIRECTED BY
Denise Byrd


PRODUCED BY
C
arol Stephens

SCREENGRABS
Judi Mair


ARTWORK
Lucia


EPISODE TITLE GRAPHIC
MaryD


 

TEASER

 

FADE IN:

 

INT. NIGHTCLUB - NIGHT

 

XENA and GABRIELLE are working in a seedy bar. Xena is waiting tables and Gabrielle is standing behind the bar. She is not a happy woman as she watches Xena fend of the advances of the drunken male patrons. Gabrielle is drying a glass and if it were possible she would be rubbing holes in the glass.

 

Across the room, Xena is holding a tray and trying to be nice to the man who is very persistent. She smiles and removes his hand from her backside one last time before walking away.

 

Gabrielle slams the glass down on the bar, and then tosses the towel after it as Xena comes over.

 

GABRIELLE

Iím going to kill him.

 

 

XENA

Relax. Itís nothing I canít handle.

Besides, heís too drunk to be

any harm. And if I smile real

nice Iíll get a big tip.

 

GABRIELLE

Iíll give him a tip.

 

XENA

(chuckling)

Yeah, I can imagine

what that would be too.

 

She leans across the bar and whispers

 

XENA

(contíd)

I promise you, heís harmless.

But itís cute that youíre jealous.

 

GABRIELLE

I am not jealous!

 

XENA

(smiling)

Are too.

 

Gabrielle narrows her eyes and growls.

 

GABRIELLE

I am not jealous. I just donít

think you should have to put

up with that kind of crap.

 

Xena winks.

 

XENA

Just give me two beers

and a rum and coke.

 

Gabrielle looks past Xena to the table, her eyes dart back to Xena and she grabs two bottles from the cooler and slams them down on the bar.

 

XENA

Thanks.

 

CUT TO:

 

INT. NIGHTCLUB - NIGHT

 

The bar has gotten more crowded and Gabrielleís temper has gotten shorter. Sheís watching Xena fend off advances from nearly every possible direction. Sheís getting twitchy, pacing back and forth behind the bar as she mixes and serves drinks, her hands are shaking and her lips are pursed tight. She doesnít even notice that Xena has approached the bar.

 

XENA

Vodka tonic.

 

GABRIELLE

How about giving him

an Amphipolis Punch?

 

XENA

Whatís that?

 

GABRIELLE

Thatís where you go over there

and put his lights out. If he cops

another feel, heís going to put a

hole in the seat of your pants.

 

XENA

Come on, Gabrielle.  Just a couple

more hours and weíre out of here.

 

 

GABRIELLE

Okay. But....

 

Before she can finish, a fight breaks out behind them and one of the men is hurling right at Xena.

 

GABRIELLE

Xena! Watch out!

 

Xena turns and delivers a right cross to the man, dropping him like a stone. Gabrielle scrambles over the bar to give her a hand in either stopping or winning the fight. The fight erupts like a volcano that has been simmering for 3000 years.

 

Xena grabs the closest guy and punches him squarely in the face. Gabrielle blocks a punch with Xenaís serving tray as EVERYONE in the place gets in on the brawl. Xena grabs Gabrielle around the waist and pulls her out of the way as she throws another punch as a man who was about to nail Gabrielle.

 

GABRIELLE

Thanks.

 

XENA

Letís get out of here.

 

They push their way through the crowd and head for the front door.  Glass breaks around them and the sound of chairs crashing cause them to duck and flinch. At the door they run right into the owner who is a VERY LARGE MAN with his arms crossed over his chest.

 

OWNER

Do I really need to say it?

 

GABRIELLE

Weíre fired?

 

 

OWNER

I always knew you were

the brains in this outfit.

 

Xena growls at him

 

 

OWNER

Now get out of here

before I call the cops.

 

GABRIELLE

But we didnít do anything....

 

OWNER

I mean it, blondie

(beat)

Get yourself and your Amazon....

 

Xena starts forward, growling louder now. Gabrielle grabs her by the arm.

 

GABRIELLE

Going, going! Come on, Xena.

 

CUT TO:

 

EXT. MOTEL - NIGHT

 

Xena and Gabrielle walk along the upper deck of a run down motel. At the door to their room, Xena has to jiggle the lock to try and get the door open. Sheís getting more frustrated and mumbles something about kicking it in when Gabrielle takes the key from her hand.

 

GABRIELLE

Let me.

 

She works the lock and then throws her shoulder against the door forcing it open.

 

CUT TO:

 

INT. MOTEL ROOM - NIGHT

 

Xena lies down immediately on the bed and Gabrielle grabs a tape and puts it in a VCR, turning on the TV as she does.

 

XENA

No, please.  PLEASE donít make

me watch that damn show again.

 

 

Gabrielle sighs and shuts the VCR off but leaves the TV on and tunes it to the news. Then she joins Xena on the bed, rubbing her partnerís tense shoulders.

 

GABRIELLE

You know when we watch it that

it helps us get back our memories.

 

XENA

They are not Ďourí memories Gabrielle.

WE are a science experiment. The original

Xena and Gabrielle died 3000 years ago.

 

GABRIELLE

That was not nice.

 

Xena sighs and nods.

 

XENA

Iím sorry. Iím sorry about everything.

Maybe I can go back tomorrow

and get our jobs back.

 

GABRIELLE

If you go back there, youíll end up

in jail. Donít worry about it.  Weíll figure

something else out. Iíll admit itís not

going to be easy. We need to find a

job that doesnít require any documentation.

 

 

XENA

This is a very different world.

 

GABRIELLE

Yes, it is. But this is our world

and we have to make the best of it.

 

XENA

That would be easy if we had birth

certificates, driverís licenses and

what do they call that other thing?

 

GABRIELLE

A social security number.

 

XENA

See, I donít get that. Why would you

need a number to be social or secure?

 

GABRIELLE

Iím not even going to pretend to

understand it. However, the fact

remains weíre nearly broke, we

have no jobs, and the rent is

due on this place Friday.

 

XENA

They should pay us to stay here.

If Xena and Gabrielleís memories

are right, they stayed in better

places than this in ancient Greece.

The cockroaches are on strike

for better living conditions.

 

From the room next door, there is a loud moan. Xena rolls her eyes and grabs a pillow to cover her head.

 

XENA

Not tonight. God, canít she find

anyplace else to take her tricks?

 

GABRIELLE

Not that rent by the hour.

 

Xena sits up and pounds on the walls.

 

XENA

Knock it off!

 

Gabrielle just sighs and hands Xena a jacket.

 

GABRIELLE

Come on. Youíre a cheap

date. Iíll buy you dinner

until this hour is over.

 

XENA

Fries?

 

 

Gabrielle laughs and put her own jacket on.

 

GABRIELLE

Sure. Fries and burger,

chocolate shake. The works.

 

FADE OUT.

 

END OF TEASER

 

ACT ONE