| JANA:
“Agranon Will you promise me that when we’re old, we’ll
still come back here and sit under these trees?” AGRANON:
“When we’re old? We’ll do it every year On the anniversary of our wedding
day. And one day, we can bring our grandchildren lots of grandchildren.”
JANA: “Ten years ago, a marriage between our families would have been impossible. Does anyone even remember what the feud was about?” AGRANON: “No one in my family remembers. Whatever it was, it’s centuries old, and it ends when we are joined.” JANA: “We’ll definitely bring our grandchildren. We can tell them that peace was finally made here.” AGRANON: “And that one of their parents was made here.” JANA: “After our wedding, maybe. That’s very strange.” AGRANON: “Strange?” JANA: “There’s somebody out there.” AGRANON: “Who is it?! Who’s there?! Run!” JANA: “No! Get your hands off me!” SOLDIER: “We’ve got the girl! Come on!” JANA: “Agranon, help me!” GABRIELLE: “You see, Xena, the way I look at it, life is an adventure to be explored. And without adventure, what’s the point? Granted, with you sometimes it gets a bit too adventurous. But that’s what makes it interesting. Who was it that said, If curiosity is the food of life, then adventure is a meal.’?” XENA: “Sounds like something you might have said.” GABRIELLE: “Oh, huh! Maybe it was me. Speaking of a meal, hmmm Places like this always have the best food. Ha-ha! And atmosphere Two important ingredients to fine dining. I jest, you know? Let’s see what’s on the menu. You whistled?” XENA: “Yeah, wait for me.” GABRIELLE: “Lovely. Now, this is the salt of the earth. Well, you gotta admit, the people of Lerna might never appreciate who you are, but King Gregor certainly did. He would’ve lost his whole kingdom, if it weren’t for you. Ale, please. Yep, the baby got a home; Gregor got a son; Pandora got some rest; and the way you figured out that prophecy, well, I, for one, am still amazed.” MAN: “OK! You win!” GABRIELLE: “Hah! Did you ever notice that we never have trouble getting a table?” XENA: “A mystery to me.” AGRANON: “That’s if you’re for hire.” GABRIELLE: “Hey!” XENA: “Not that kind of hire, Gabrielle. Go on.” AGRANON: “May I sit down?” XENA: “No Keep talking.” AGRANON: “I’m not sure where to begin.” XENA: “Who did you want me to kill?” AGRANON: “No one unless you have to. May I please sit down?” XENA: “You’re new at this, so listen up. Anyone coming into a place like this, carrying a bag of gold, is looking to live a short life with a messy death.” AGRANON: “I don’t care. I’ve gotta get her back.” GABRIELLE: “Her?” AGRANON: “My fiancee. She’s been abducted, and if she’s not returned, there will be a war.” GABRIELLE: “What? Who kidnapped her?” AGRANON: “The King of Beocia thinks we did it. My own father thinks they did it to have an excuse to attack us.” MAN: “Nice legs!” XENA: “So, who do you think did it?” GABRIELLE: “Sorry that happens sometimes you were saying?” AGRANON: “I think Jana was taken by someone else someone whose livelihood would be destroyed if this marriage tookplace.” XENA: “Does this someone have a name?” AGRANON: “He’s an arms dealer who operates from the walled city of” XENA: “Tracus I’ve heard of Mezentius.” AGRANON: “I imagine you might have. Tracus seems to be a crossroads for murderers and mercenaries.” GABRIELLE: “No offense taken.” AGRANON: “Sorry. You must help us. We’re talking about two nations going to war!” XENA: “I don’t work for nations; I don’t work for money; and I won’t work for you.” AGRANON: “Please! Please, you’re right. I don’t know what I’m doing. All I know is the woman that I love more than my own breath, my Jana, I love her, and I will die for her if I have to. Ask anything of me and it’s yours.” XENA: “First, there are hungry people in this town who could use that gold. I’ll take this. And you’ll get your Jana back.” AGRANON: “Thank you.” GABRIELLE: “Can I see?” XENA: “Give me that!” |
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GABRIELLE:
“Why don’t I like the sound of this? You’re going to a place known
the world over, as, the den for cutthroats, thieves, and mercenaries,
and, you’re not wearing a disguise.” Emissary from Beocia leaves MEZ:
Is the Princess here yet?” |
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| MEZ:
“The great Warrior Princess. I’m honored. I saw you at the
tavern, and I wondered, ‘What would bring Xena here? What do I have
that Xena could possibly want?’ The answer was obvious.” |
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MEZ:
“And what side of the coin do you fall on, Marcus?” |
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| XENA:
“Marcus.” MARCUS: “What? Are you afraid I’m gonna hit the princess?” XENA: “Please. I have to save this girl and stop a war. I couldn’t risk telling you.” MARCUS: “Especially, when I was far more useful being your stooge with Mezentius. You get a good laugh, Xena? Hmm? About your old buddy that couldn’t make it on the outside?” XENA: “It hurt. I care for you you’re still a part of me.” MARCUS: “Then, why the deception? Why couldn’t you just tell me the truth, and ask for my help?” XENA: “I didn’t know how much you cared. Now, I know. I see it in your eyes. Come with me, now. How many of us are left from the old days? Most of them are dead. Marcus, I don’t want to stand by your grave.” MARCUS: “You’re not better than me, Xena.” XENA: “You’re right.” MARCUS: “What makes you think I want to?” XENA: “What made you think you wanted to? Marcus, it is so simple. You do one thing, one good thing, for no other reason than you know it’s right. That’s the first step.” MARCUS: “I’m not that strong No It’s too late, Xena. I’m taking the girl. Guards!” XENA: “Come on. Come on. Up there!” MEZ: “What is going on? Marcus. Somebody find Marcus!” XENA: “Move! You stay here.” JANA: “For how long?” XENA: “As long as it takes.” Fight MAN: “Get her!” MAN: “That way.” MAN: “Get her!” MAN: “Come on!” MAN: “After her!” MAN: “Get the!” MAN: “Get her!” MARCUS: “Xena! Drop the sword!” XENA: “You’re not going to hurt her.” MARCUS: “Don’t bet on it.” XENA: “She’s no different than the innocent grandchild of that old man.” MARCUS: “You’re right, Xena.” MEZ: “I’ll have my war, if I have to kill every last one of you!” MARCUS: “No!” XENA: “Marcus!” XENA: “Marcus, I could have saved her.” MARCUS: “I know Was that it? Was that the one step that you meant?” XENA: “Yeah. Marcus, don’t make me stand by your grave.” MARCUS: “Shh! Shh, Shh, Shh.” Funeral dirge GABRIELLE: “I wish I could have met him. I’m sorry.” XENA: “He was my friend.” GABRIELLE: “To be rememered like that is a good thing.” XENA: “My friend; my friend.” |
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