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INT. MOTEL ROOM - DAY.
Xena is lying in the bed, covers pulled up around her head as Gabrielle watches ĎFins, Fems, and Gemsí. One slender blonde brow is arched as she watches the resuscitation scene.
That is not the way it happened.
Xena slowly raises her head and looks at the screen. Her own brow goes up as she watches the scene unfold.
Iím thinking they didnít get much right.
Somebody musta messed up the translation.
Why do you insist on watching this?
Itís ridiculous. And you know it makes
me crazy. If we had half a real brain
between us, weíd look up this
Rob guy and give him the real scoop.
And say what? ĎHi, weíre 21st century
clones of the ancient warriors that you
did the TV show about. Alti brought us
back in an attempt to resurrect Evil Xena.í
That would get us locked up wouldnít it?
In a heartbeat.
Or heíd make a movie.
You know we should go
out and try to find some
kind of gainful employment.
I thought you were in a bad mood.
I am, but the fact remains
we need money.
True. Letís go. Iím sure
weíll find something.
INT. DINER - DAY
They are sitting in a booth drinking coffee. Itís clear that they havenít had much luck in the job-hunting department. Xena is slowly stirring a spoon through her cup and Gabrielle is staring out the window. Tapping her fingernail on side of her own cup, Xena reaches across the table and stills her partnerís hand.
Relax. Weíll be fine.
I know. Itís just frustrating.
You donít have to say that twice.
Xena fishes in her pocket and produces a few silver coins. She takes a deep breath and leaves the booth. Gabrielle watches as her partner picks up a newspaper, pays for it and returns to the booth, placing it in front of her.
Xena we canít....
Please, donít tell me we canít afford it.
Fifty cents isnít going to make or
break us, and you enjoy reading it.
Gabrielle smiles and winks at Xena.
Itís the least I can do.
She sips her coffee and looks into the cup and back up to Gabrielle who is now absorbed in the paper. Xena looks out the window at the traffic passing by.
Look at this.
She passes the paper to Xena and points to an article. Xena takes the paper and pulls it to her. She reads it carefully, one eyebrow raising and then the other.
What do you think?
I think we need to
find this guy.
Do you think thereís
any truth to it?
Oh I hope so. This could be
the answer to all our
problems. Letís go.
INT. HALLWAY - DAY
They stand before an office door marked DR. OTTO LEONARD. Xena raises her hand and just as she is about to knock, the door pulls open. Dr. Leonard stands there, blocked by them and apparently in a hurry.
Iím late for a class.
He moves past them and begins walking down the hall at a quick clip.
If you want to chat, youíll
have to walk with me.
They quickly catch up and give each other the look as they find out that walking with him means nearly jogging along beside him.
Doctor, my friend and I read in
the Times that you are about to
begin an expedition to Greece to
look for Xenaís lost treasure.
We think we can help you.
This brings him to a stop and he turns to look at them for the first time. He smiles and then shakes his head.
Look, I appreciate that youíre
fans of the show and everything,
but this is a scientific expedition and....
We are not fans of the show.
We came here to offer you help.
We might be able to help you find
it. We know the area very well.
And how is that possible? I have a
general idea of where to look, but not
a specific idea. I still havenít managed
to translate the scrolls that I have.
What if we could help
you translate them?
You read ancient Greek?
Read, write... speak.
He looks at them for a long moment, apparently appraising them.
Come to my office at five. Iíll give
you one chance to prove yourself.
If you can indeed translate the
scrolls then weíll discuss what
else you might be able to do to help.
Thank you. You wonít be sorry.
I hope not. What are your names?
They look back and forth to each other, and then Xena looks at him.
Lucy and Ethel.
INT. MOTEL - DAY
Xena is sitting at the desk near the window doing a sketch that resembles a crude map. Gabrielle is flipping through a journal obviously looking for something.
I canít find it, Xena. I know I wrote
it down. Iíve been very careful about
writing down everything weíve remembered.
Maybe thatís for the best, Gabrielle.
Now that I know I wasnít losing my
mind and there really is a treasure,
we donít want too much information
to be out there. Itís probably best
that itís locked up in my head.
But do you remember enough?
No, itís sketchy. Iím hoping that the
information the good doctor has
will fill in some of the blanks.
Gabrielle sighs and sits in the armchair next to the desk.
Xena looks at her map, bites her bottom lip as she adds another line and then looks to Gabrielle.
Weíre keeping the
Xena turns around in her chair and rests her hand on Gabrielleís knee.
The original Xena put that money
there for an emergency. This
qualifies as an emergency.
But if Dr. Leonard has been looking
for it, his reputation is at stake.
I donít intend to let his reputation suffer, Gabrielle;
weíll make sure he finds enough to make the trip
worth it. We just wonít let him have most of it. If
I remember right, being the clever girl I was there
are several small antechambers that have significant
gold and treasure in them... more than enough to
make the old docís reputation world round. Then
once heís on his way back to the States, we open
up the main chamber and live the rest of
our lives in luxury and comfort.
You do realize that all the money in the
world is not going to make up for the
fact that we have no papers or identification.
Oh yes it will. Look around you, Gabrielle.
Itís money that runs this world now and those
who have it control it. If you have money,
no one questions you or asks any questions.
Xena, how much money is in this cave?
If her memory serves... millions.
Gold and gems Gabrielle. Raw and
just waiting to be sold for cold, hard cash.
Something about this doesnít feel
right. I donít remember this at all.
Xena hid this treasure away
long before she met Gabrielle.
Would you please stop talking
like that? It gives me the creeps.
And what I mean is I donít remember
you ever mentioning this to me.
She stops, closes her eyes against the mistake she just made. Then she smiles and looks into Gabrielleís eyes.
I put that money there in a time when it was
an insurance policy. If I decided to go back
to my warlord ways, then I would have it.
But when I met you, I knew there was no
way I was ever going back to that life. And
I didnít want anything to do with that money.
Now itís a whole new tournament in the
coliseum. We did all right living hand to
mouth then, but we canít do it now. This
world is far more complicated than
ours. We canít rescue small villages
and take chickens in payment.
I know. I know everything youíre
saying is true. Somehow it
just seems dishonest.
Itís not, Gabrielle. That money is ours and
if itís still there it will make our lives much
easier. Trust me, the people I took that
money from are long dead and have no
need of it now, but we do. We need it if
weíre going to survive here without turning
into criminals to survive. I am not above petty
theft if it means we get to eat or youíre going
to be warm on a cold night. And if I start
there, where am I bound to end up? I have a
programmed predisposition for extreme violence.
Xena takes Gabrielleís hands into her own and brings them to her lips. Reverently, with her eyes closed she gently places her lips to the back of Gabrielleís hand and just holds them there. Then she speaks softly, never releasing her.
I love you. I want to be with you, but think
about the last life we lived together....
That we remember.
Right. Remember how hard that life was?
Sleeping on the ground, washing under an
ice-cold waterfall. Having to catch your own
dinner. Being hunted by every lunatic, despot
and god you could think of. Come on Gabrielle.
Why should we have to live like that this
time? Didnít we pay our dues the last time?
Gabrielle smiles at the tender gesture, realizing that Xena is making a really good argument. She leans forward so their foreheads are touching.
Well, I gotta tell ya, Ethel.
You make good sense.
INT. OFFICE - AFTERNOON
Xena and Gabrielle are waiting in Dr. Leonardís office. They are seated in matching wing back chairs facing Ottoís massive desk, which is piled high with folders, books and several rolled maps.
Looks like itís true.
The old stereotype that all brilliant
scientists are grubby little moles that
live in dens of paper and dusty fossils.
Her hand gestures to a bookcase loaded with small items obviously taken from digs around the world. Gabrielle stands when her eye catches something on a bookcase. She carefully picks up the old scroll and slowly pulls the tie. As she unrolls it she starts back to her seat, reading to Xena as she does.
Xena, this is one of my scrolls.
She gets up and joins her, peering over her shoulder to look at the scroll.
Oh boy. Letís just say I hope this is
the one heís having trouble translating.
If it is, we need to make something
up when he asks us about it.
Do you want people to know....
She stops and points to the scroll, moving her finger down the page as Xenaís eyes slowly scan it, taking in every word. Xena takes the scroll from Gabrielle, rolls it up and tucks it away in the backpack they brought with them, and then she tries to arrange the pile to make it less obvious that one is missing.
I wonder how many of
the scrolls survived.
Apparently quite a few of them did.
That worries me a little.
Because some of those stories were
not meant for public consumption.
The door opens and a frazzled Dr. Leonard enters. He glances at them as if he has forgotten the appointment, then he smiles, and snaps his fingers, obviously remembering them.
Ah! Lucy and Ethel.
He takes a seat behind his desk and laces his fingers together.
All right ladies, letís cut the crap.
Iíve been in this business long enough
to know a scam when I see one. What
is your game and who are you really?
They look at each other. Gabrielle shrugs. Xena takes a deep breath and looks directly at him.
I assure you Doctor, thereís no
scam. Our offer to help is genuine.
And what do you get out of it?
Passage back to Greece
with your expedition.
Who the hell are you?
You wouldnít believe us.
Weíre direct descendants
of Xena and Gabrielle.
I told you you wouldnít
believe us, but itís true.
And we have the information you
need to get where you need
to go. We know the region.
All right, letís suppose for just one
second Iím buying into this cock
and bull story. Why not go back
to Greece and get it yourself?
We canít. Letís just say that due to
circumstances beyond our control
we donít have the proper
documentation required to do so.
And youíre going to show me something here
today thatís going to keep me from calling security
and having you tossed out of here on your butts.
Something so wonderful that I would be willing
to entertain the idea of forging documents
to take you half way around the world.
Xena and Gabrielle exchange significant glances, Gabrielle nods and Xena produces the map that she had been working on earlier in the day. She unfolds it and hands it to him.
He take a cursory looks at the rough map and then tosses it to his desk.
You are going to have to do better
than that. That proves nothing other than
you have a good knowledge of geography.
Xena stands across the desk from him and plants her finger in the center of the map, without ever looking at it.
Is that on any of your maps?
He leans over the map and takes another look, moving Xenaís finger as he does.
You think this is where
the treasure is?
I know thatís where the money is and
I can prove it. You mentioned scrolls.
I know the only scrolls that contain that
information where written by a scribe
that Xena had in her army. The location
of the treasure was dictated by Xena and
written in code. Thatís why you canít
decipher it. You can read everything in
the scroll except the location of the treasure.
Shall I recite the first few lines?
It is the third month of winter. Rain and
snow have slowed our progress into the
mountains. I realize that in order to speed
our progress, some of our spoils from
our latest campaign need to be hidden....
She stops and looks to him. Dr. Leonard is sitting slack jawed in his chair, staring at her.
There is no way you could
know that. Unless....
Unless what weíre telling
you is the truth.
And if you want to find Xenaís lost
treasure, weíre your best bet,
because only I can translate the code.
And all you want is passage to Greece?
Thatís all. We want to go home.
END OF ACT ONE