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Guardian Angel - Act IV - Scenes 1, 2, 3 & 4


ACT IV

EXT. THE WITHERED WOOD – NIGHT

Beth backs away from the hulking fiend wielding the black club.  She turns to run away, but…

The fiend is right there.  She turns again, the fiend greets her.  It’s as fast as shadow – instantaneous.

She turns one more time, but now finds herself surrounded by stone walls.  She’s literally backed herself into a corner.

The fiend raises its black club.  Beth exhales, and then the thing comes down for her.

She doesn’t close her eyes, or cower with fear.  She stands tall, watching her doom fall on her.  Until it doesn’t.

A white and silver blade comes between her and the oncoming black.  Beth looks over to the wielder of this weapon.

Spero is fixed on the fiend.  He struggles against the strength of the monster.  Then, Spero launches his weapon and his body up, sending the fiend toppling backward.

Spero is on the living shadow in an instant. 

The shade STRIKES UP at Spero, but the former angel SLICES OFF ITS HANDS before the club can make contact.

A WAIL OF RAGE AND AGONY pierces the night sky.

Then Spero, TURNING his blade over and RAISING it high, PIERCES the shadow with his lighted sword.


FLASHBACK MONTAGE - VARIOUS

A)  EXT. DESERT HILLTOP – DAY – We’re close on Jesus as he prays over the basket with two small fish and a single loaf of bread.  But we don’t stay with him.  We move back to the tree, where Spero stands watching.  The angel looks from his height down to the small market that sits on the coastline, at the bottom of the hill he’s currently on top of.  He flies down, and with superhuman speed and agility, grabs a net full of fish and a basket of large loaves of bread.  Back on Jesus, we hear a gust of wind kick up and see it blow the hair out of his face.  When the prophet opens his eyes, all he finds are the followers he was preaching to, and more fish and bread than he could have imagined.  The congregation delights in the miracle, and Jesus offers a relieved smile.

B)  EXT. BEACH – NIGHT – We’re with Christ again, looking out on a violent storm that’s tossing a small fishing boat around like a child’s toy.  Even on top of the storm’s tumult, we can hear the panicked voices of men from the boat.  Jesus, giving a familiar exhale, steps into the ocean.  At first, his feet sink beneath the shallow water.  He goes farther out, the water reaches his waste.  He pauses to shiver as the storm turns on him.  Then, he takes another step forward.  Suddenly, he’s lifted.  His feet touch the surface of the water.  Amazed, he takes a step, and doesn’t sink.  He goes on, and as we shift perspective, we see that Spero has positioned himself underneath Jesus.  His wings flap wildly in the ocean, but they don’t disturb the water.  As Jesus walks forward, Spero swims forward, and slowly they make their way closer to the boat.

C)  EXT. GETHSEMANE ROAD – NIGHT – We see Christ kneeling before the Roman Centurion who’s had his hear chopped off by Peter.  We see the man give that all too familiar exhale now, and then we see him take up the ear, place it back on the Centurion’s head, and bow his head to pray.  The Centurion looks on Christ as though he’s fucking crazy.  The other Centurions laugh among themselves as they watch.  Then, we’re CLOSE ON Christ’s hand as another, glowing hand, sets itself overtop.  We follow that glowing hand, and arm, past the praying face of Christ, to its source.  Spero.  With eyes open, and a look of intense focus, the angel’s whole body flashes.  Then, he pulls his hand away.  Christ opens his eyes and lets his hand fall from the man’s head, and we see that the ear has been restored.  Everyone is in shock, but Christ looks relieved.

END OF FLASHBACK MONTAGE


EXT. THE WITHERED WOOD – CONTINUOUS

Spero awakens from his flashes, the ashes of the fiend smoldering below him. 

The former angel finally gets to his feet, lifting his sword out of the grey and black earth.  He turns to Beth.

                          SPERO
                     Are you alright?

Beth nods.  But she looks at him with curiosity.

                          BETH
                     Are you?

Spero doesn’t answer.  Instead, he turns back to look at the remains of the fiend.  Then he looks at his sword.

What the fuck did he do?

Spero turns back to Beth, naturally going to sheath his sword at his belt, but he doesn’t have a sheath to put it in.

He pauses.  His arm falls naturally to his side, gripping the sword tight, and he turns to Beth.

He eyes her warily, finally settling on half of a metal disk that sticks out of her hand.

                          SPERO
                     What is that?

Beth brings her hand up and opens it, showing the full disk.

Spero’s eyes widen with familiarity.  He’s seen this thing before.  He looks up at Beth’s face.

                          SPERO
                     Who are you?

                          BETH
                     My name’s Bethel Shaw.
              
                          SPERO
                     Bethel.

                         
                          BETH
                     (Suddenly embarrassed)
                     Beth’s fine.
                    
                          SPERO
                     (Points to the Disk)
                     That belongs to me. 

                          BETH
Really?  Um, well, my teacher said he found it on an archeological dig.  I’d give it back to you, but I’m pretty sure it’s the only thing keeping me here.

     SPERO
Do you even know where you are?

     BETH
Eden.    

Beth looks around at the dark, spectral wood surrounding them.

                          BETH
                     I thought.

                          SPERO
And how does a human manage to stumble her way into the sacred land not once, but twice?

     BETH
Your guess is as good as mine.  I just touched some artifacts and, whoosh.  Professor Kind thinks I have some special gift.

     SPERO
Professor Kind?

     BETH
My teacher.  Who gave me this.

She raises the disk.

                          BETH
                     Hey.  What is this, anyway?
                          SPERO
                     My shield.

                          BETH
Like a knight’s shield?  It’s too small for that.

     SPERO
Not in my hands. 

Beth notices the gleaming sword in his hand.

                          BETH
                     So I guess that’s your sword?

                          SPERO
                     I suppose so.  The tree of knowledge…

Spero suddenly turns to the cave he came from, but no light comes from its doorway now.

                          BETH
Like, the Biblical tree of knowledge?  The one that Adam and Eve ate from and were cast out of Eden for?

     SPERO
I do not know.  I was born after the time of the first mortals.  Molded in the shape of the man I was made to protect.  Though I do remember their stories being told by the firesides in my early days.

     BETH
That’s why you look like Jesus Christ.  Even though, you’re not mortal?

     SPERO
I don’t know what I am now.  Once, long ago, I was an archangel in the service of the creator.  A guardian.

     BETH
A guardian angel.  I can’t believe you’re real.  And you were Jesus’s guardian.  Why make you look like him?

     SPERO
To develop a bond.  To remind me that we were brothers.

     BETH
You were Jesus’s brother?

     SPERO
I am a brother to all mortalkind.  The same creator gave us shape.  Thus, we are all family.

     BETH
That’s not what they taught me in Sunday school.

     SPERO
Sadly child, it is not a lesson much championed since the Father’s disappearance.

     BETH
You mean God?  He’s gone?

     SPERO
So they say.  He left the kingdom on high just after forming me.  Gave a final commandment that none of the Heavenly host was to show themselves to mortals.  At all costs, they could not know we were protecting them.

     BETH
What were you protecting them from?

     SPERO
Fiends.  The dark monsters that crept from the shadows, against which they were powerless.  And that was all.  For it was a foe from which they could not defend themselves.  In all other matters, we were not to interfere.

     BETH
Except, you did.  Didn’t you?  That’s why you don’t have wings.  That’s why you’re not an angel anymore.

     SPERO
It did not seem right to allow a man to suffer so much, who sought only to bring hope.  He spoke of the Father as though he knew him.  Not in the past, but at that present moment.  As though they were communing with each other.  I too wanted to know him. 

     BETH
You were jealous.

     SPERO
No.  Far from it.  I was hopeful.  Jesus of Nazareth seemed my one way of knowing our Father, who had long since left the high heavens.  From the beginning I had been told of the Father by those who had known him long ago.  Enough so that I believed in him.  But in Jesus, I found my faith.

     BETH
That’s so weird.

     SPERO
What?

     BETH
I was raised a Christian.  Told the stories of the Bible over and over again until I could recite them from memory.  My family believed, my friends believed.  Wholeheartedly.  And I did too, for a while.  When I was a kid.  But then I grew up.  I had questions no one could answer.  Questions no one seemed to want to think about.  So I stopped believing.  But I couldn’t shake the stories.  They had a hold on me that kept, if not a foot, at least a toe in the ocean of my religion.  I realized one day, that was my faith.  Before today, I could stand here and tell you, without lying, that I think God exists.  But did I believe in God?  Did I believe in the stories?  No.  But now, after meeting you, after coming here, I believe.

     SPERO
Why?

     BETH
Maybe because I had faith all along, even if only a little.  And that faith was rewarded today.

Beth offers the disk she holds to Spero.

                          SPERO
You offer me this?  But, you’ll be sent back.

     BETH
I was always planning on going back.  But I had to find my answers first.  I thought it would take a lifetime.  Lucky me, I haven’t even started freshman year of college yet.

Spero doesn’t understand this.

                          BETH
Besides, it’s not mine.  It’s yours.  And maybe, by taking it back, you can find the faith that you lost.

     SPERO
Thank you.  Little sister.

Beth smiles brightly at him.

Spero reaches out his hand, his fingers close in around the disk.

A SCREECH RIPS through the night.  A shadow man, fitted with spectral wings, races out of the dark trees.

Spero reflexively grabs the stone.  The shield grows in his hand.  He brings his sword up.

The fiend races forward, but it’s not aiming for Spero.

It tackles into an already vanishing Beth.
She SCREAMS and fights, trying to shake the fiend off.  But the shadow fiend is gripping tight.

Spero circles around them, SEARCHING DESPERATELY for where he can strike so that he doesn’t hit Beth.

But there is nothing.  Finally, Beth vanishes.

And the shadow fiend goes with her.


INT. THE CATACOMBS

Miriam sits at one end of the table nervously, while Alton Kind sits at the other end as relaxed as she is nervous.

The professor pulls off his glasses, breathes on them, starts to wipe them down.

                          MIRIAM
                     So, did you grow up religious?

                          ALTON KIND
                     No.

Well, so much for that.

BOOM!

Above the stone table separating teacher and student, Beth FALLS OUT OF THIN AIR.  She screams, landing with a thud.

And into the stacks that surround the table, a black shadow HURTLES.  It CRASHES into the shelves, KNOCKING one large one over.

Beth ROLLS off the table in Miriam’s direction.  Professor Kind joins them quickly.

Kind GRABS Beth’s shoulders, YANKING her focus.

                          ALTON KIND
                     How did you get back?

Beth looks toward where the shadow creature currently lies still.

                         
                          ALTON KIND
                     Good girl.  What is it?

The shadow thing SPRINGS TO LIFE, struggles with what’s on top of it -- as if it’s the first time it has had to interact with the physical world.

                          BETH
                     I think it’s a demon.

It SHRIEKS – a piercing, unearthly wail filled with malice and rage.

The flying fiend reaches out with its arms and legs, SEARCHING for something.

It gets to the line of shadow, just on the other side of light, where the light can’t reach, and suddenly, it’s GONE.

                          BETH
                     Move!

The creature SHRIEKS again.

Beth doesn’t wait to be followed, but you can bet your ass she is.

She LEADS Miriam and Professor Kind up the stairs, LEAPING through an open door into…


INT. ST. PAUL’S CHAPEL – CONTINUOUS

Beth SPILLS out into the sanctuary of the church proper, closely followed by Miriam.

Professor Kind is right behind, though he pauses to SLAM the door shut behind them.  Then he FUMBLES through his pockets, SEARCHING for something.

Beth and Miriam, hiding behind a pew, watch in horror as their professor stands only a few feet from the closed door – a thin pane of wood between him and certain death.

Professor Kind finally PULLS out a SMALL REMOTE.  He PUSHES a button.

Nothing is seen, but we’re ON Beth and Miriam as they hear DOORS LOCKING, METAL SLIDING INTO PLACE and GEARS TURNING TO A FINAL CLICK.

                          MIRIAM
                     What was that?

                          ALTON KIND
My security system.  (To Beth) Where’s the disk?

                         
                          MIRIAM
                     You’re trying to lock that thing in?

                          ALTON KIND
That’s right.  I’ve turned this whole place into a panic room.  (To Beth) Ms. Shaw?

     MIRIAM
Ok.  You’re crazy.  But that’s on you. 

No one answers her.  Beth and Professor Kind just stare at each other intensely. 

                          ALTON KIND
                     Where is my disk?

                          BETH
                     I dropped it.  When that thing hit me.

Professor Kind looks angry.  On the verge of SNAPPING.  He opens his mouth…

When a deep THUD is heard, and the entire building SHAKES.  Dust fills the air, and Beth and Miriam grab hold of the pews for balance.

Then, TENDRILS OF SHADOW creep through the crevices of the door behind Alton Kind.

                          BETH
                     Professor!

He turns to the inky smoke emanating from around the edges of the door and backs away.
                         
MIRIAM
                     Look!

Beth and Alton look to the dais, where Miriam is pointing, and find TENDRILS OF SHADOW creeping in from either side.  Like rapidly growing vines, they inch their way over the pulpit.

                          BETH
                     Ah!

They follow Beth’s cry, turning behind them.  From the entrance into the sanctuary, more TENDRILS OF SHADOW.

                          MIRIAM
It’s coming in from everywhere.

Beth looks back up at the dais.  She notices the tendrils of shadow trying to cover the large stained glass window, but backing away when they hit the light shining through.

                          BETH
No.  Not everywhere.  Only where it’s dark.  Look!

The tendrils begin growing up and around the window instead.

                          ALTON KIND
In darkness only can this darkness dwell.

     BETH
Yeah.  And that buys us time.  Professor, how do we get out of here?

     ALTON KIND
We don’t.

     MIRIAM
Oh no, don’t go crazy bad guy on us now.  Please.

     ALTON KIND
Don’t be naïve Miriam.  You both knew what I was after from the beginning.  And you signed up to join me. 


     BETH
We signed up to learn from you.

     ALTON KIND
From me and with me, Ms. Shaw.  You were the only one who could go to Eden.  I had hoped for many more trips there, but that option may be lost to us now.  Even so.  You brought a piece of Eden to us. 

     MIRIAM
You want to study this thing?

     ALTON KIND
You oversimplify.  I want to observe it.  I want to communicate with it.  In short, I want to know it.  And through it, discover some piece of the great puzzle we three set out to solve together.

Another THUD precedes an even more VIOLENT SHAKE.  This one almost sends the three of them toppling over.

     BETH
That’s all well and good professor, but you can’t control that thing.

     ALTON KIND
I don’t want to, Beth.  I just want to contain it. 

     BETH
That’s impossible.

     ALTON KIND
Nothing’s impossible.

It’s a standoff between two people who can’t see the forest for the trees.  But Miriam can.

                          MIRIAM
You’re not letting us out of here, are you?

    

     ALTON KIND
There is no way to.  Not without allowing the creature to escape.

Miriam begins to hyperventilate.  Beth tries to CALM her.

                          ALTON KIND
                     I’m, sorry.

                          BETH
                     You’re not.

                          ALTON KIND
No, I am.  Truly.  Just not sorry enough.

The sounds of WOOD CRACKING ECHOE throughout the sanctuary.  They all turn to the door they came from.

The door to the catacombs is SPLINTERING and SPLITTING at the onslaught of shadow.

A DEEP GROAN is heard which calls the trio’s attention to the dais. 

It’s SINKING.

Miriam’s HYPERVENTILATING shifts into overdrive.

                          ALTON KIND
We’re running out of time Ms. Shaw.  Help me figure out a way to trap this demon. 

     BETH
I don’t know anything about it.

     ALTON KIDN
You were there.  In its natural habitat.  You saw how it lived.  Tell me. 

Beth looks over at the dais.  The pulpit is almost completely underground.

                          ALTON KIND
                     And be quick about it.
INT. INSIDE THE TREE

Elior sits small in his high seat.  Huddled inward, as Michael walks back and forth before him.

On bended knee, not far from Michael, are Lucian and Camilla.  They look up with worried eyes.

Michael’s wings move in conjunction with his emotion.  When he’s making a point, they stiffen and rise into the air.  When he’s angry, they shiver with his rage.

And he’s angry now…

                          MICHAEL
It’s been hours since they left him.  He has not returned.

     ELIOR
And you’re certain he’s nowhere to be found?

     MICHAEL
No where in this camp.  Which can mean only one thing – he has crossed over to the other side.  Into the withered wood.

     CAMILLA
I’m sorry Elior.  He was teetering.  I know that now.  I saw it.  But I wanted to trust him.

     ELIOR
You did the right thing, Camilla.  And in this place, that is what will always be expected of you.

     MICHAEL
So what do we do with Spero?  When we find him?

     LUCIAN
If we find him.

Michael turns to Lucian with a look of incredulity.

                         
LUCIAN
None of us have every ventured into the land of shadow.  We have no idea what it will do to him.

     MICHAEL
But we have a duty to get him back.  So that he may be punished.

     LUCIAN
Don’t we have a greater duty to our brothers and sisters who have remained loyal to the Maker?  If we send them into the shadowland to look for Spero, they will be in just as much danger as he is.

     MICHAEL
You suggest we do nothing?  That would go against the will of our Lord.

     ELIOR
He’s not suggesting we do nothing.

Michael turns back to Elior. 

                          ELIOR
He’s suggesting that our Father has already blessed us with the very solution we are seeking.

     MICHAEL
Spero has been allowed to disobey the Maker not once, but twice.  He must answer for his sin. 

     ELIOR
But he need not answer to us. 

     MICHAEL
Elder.  Brother.  If we choose not to act, then we are neglecting our duty to our Lord.    

Michael looks intently at Elior.
                         


MICHAEL
How would that make us any different from him?

Elior wants to answer, but he’s at a loss.  He’s frustrated – why can’t Michael just let this go?

And then, Elior’s salvation comes running into the room. 

                          SPERO (O.S.)
                     ELDER!

Spero sprints down the long walkway, stopping suddenly right next to a bewildered Michael.  From their kneeling positions, Camilla and Lucian slowly rise in disbelief.

                          SPERO
                     Elder, I must leave here at once!

Michael has just enough time for his shock to turn to rage.  He spins Spero around to face him.

                          MICHAEL
                     Spero!

Spero instantly kneels, bowing his head.

                          SPERO
                     Elder Brother.

Michael looks up at Elior, Camilla and Lucian – they all look stunned.

But Michael recovers instantly.

                          MICHAEL
                     Where have you been Spero?

                          SPERO
Forgive me.  I went into the withered wood.

     MICHAEL
Why?

     SPERO
I had to.  A fiend attacked me on the edge of the lagoon. 
     LUCIAN
On our side of the isle?

     SPERO
Yes.  I killed it.  But there were more out there, in the dark.  Watching me.  I could feel their eyes.  So I went in.  To learn what I could.

     ELIOR
And what did you learn?

Spero turns his head to look up at Elior.

                          SPERO
More than you would tell me.  More, perhaps, than you even know.

     MICHAEL
So the wood…its taint…it has not corrupted you?

Spero looks up at Michael.

                          SPERO
                     I’m afraid it has, brother.

Michael draws the sword at his belt. 

                          ELIOR
Michael, you will not shed another’s blood in this place.  It is forbidden.

                          MICHAEL
                     But this betrayer must be punished.

Spero rises slowly. 

                          ELIOR
Spero, you said you had to leave here.  Why?

                          SPERO
I met someone in the withered wood.  A mortal.

There are no gasps of awe.  There are only silent eyes watching Spero intently.
                          ELIOR
Not since the days of the first mortals have they been allowed to set foot here.

     SPERO
Perhaps the withered wood is different.  But I did see her.  I spoke with her.  She gave me this.

Spero pulls out the small disk that rests in the palm of his hand.  He flicks his wrist and the disk expands to a full-size shield on his arm.

Michael looks at it in disbelief.  Then, for the first time, the warrior angel looks at Spero’s side and spots a sword at his younger brother’s belt.

                          MICHAEL
                     (Pointing to the sword)
                     Where did you get that?

Spero takes a turn looking at the faces of Michael, Lucian, Camilla and Elior. 

                          SPERO
Forgive me brother.  I wish to tell you, but it is because of this sword that I cannot stay here.  And I would not risk even the knowledge of where it came from to force the same punishment on any of you.

     ELIOR
Never mind about the sword, where is the mortal?

     SPERO
Gone.  I’m not sure where.  We were attacked by a fiend out of the dark.  The foul thing touched her just as she gave me my shield.  And at that moment, the two of them disappeared.

     CAMILLA
Disappeared?  To where? 

    
SPERO
To where the rest of them live.  Outside of this haven.

     ELIOR
Do you realize what you’ve done?

They all turn to look up at Elior, who for the first time looks ugly with rage. 

                          ELIOR
We are not meant to interfere with mortals.  A fiend in their midst will feed on them, and multiply.

     SPERO
All the more reason to send me there. 

     MICHAEL
You cannot escape your punishment, little brother.

     SPERO
I do not wish to.  But if I do not help her now, she could die.

     CAMILLA
She may be already dead.

     LUCIAN
There’s no way to know.

     SPERO
There is a way.  Let me go to her.  Dead or alive, I can destroy the fiend at least.  And then, I shall return…to face my fate.  But please, let me make this right.

     ELIOR
I see now that you are incapable of doing right, Spero.  At least, not by your own kind.  Besides, how will you go?  You have no wings.

     MICHAEL
I will lend him mine.

Everyone looks at Michael like he’s a fucking lunatic!

                          SPERO
                     You would help me?

                          MICHAEL
No.  I would help the innocent you have endangered.  Your fate is already sealed, and you will be judged accordingly for your misdeeds.  Perhaps this one, last act, may buy you some of the Maker’s good will.

Michael puts both of his hands on Spero’s shoulders.

                          SPERO
                     You are helping me.

Michael bows his head.  Spero follows his elder brother’s example. 

Michael’s wings begin to glow with a radiant, white light.  They get brighter and brighter, even as they fragment and dissipate.

They make their way behind Spero where they recollect themselves.

Both angels hold their heads up. 

And it is done.  The glow on Michael’s wings fades back, and they look exactly as they did before – only now, they’re on Spero.

                          SPERO
                     Thank you brother.

                          MICHAEL
Thank me by following through on your word.

Spero nods.  He looks over his shoulder as much as he can, and we see him adjust the wings and move them a bit.

                          SPERO
I hadn’t realized how much I missed having these.

     MICHAEL
Don’t get too sentimental, little brother.  When your task is done, those wings will fly you right back here to me.  You will have no control over them.

Spero nods.  He takes a step back, bends at the knees, and looks up at the starlit night sky hanging above them through the opening at the top of the tree.

                          MICHAEL (O.S.)
                     Spero.

Spero looks back at his brother.

                          MICHAEL
                     Do not fail.

Spero looks up, dips, then shoots off.

We follow him as he races up through the opening in the tree, until he BREAKS OUT INTO…

EXT. THE NIGHT SKY OVER EDEN – CONTINUOUS

We see Spero, a small shape in a sea of stars, as he banks and turns.  We see the exhilarating joy wash over his face as he remembers how good it feels to fly.

Then we see as he makes a long turn away from the island, and SHOOTS OFF.  He grows fainter and fainter, until he finally disappears in the night.

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