Dominion Page #13

Looks at William.

DAVID:

And Claire is in love with him,

making your union much more

difficult.

WILLIAM:

What? You’re wrong. He’s a guard.

David approaches William, places his hands on his shoulders.

For the briefest moment, we see David the father, not David

the politician.

DAVID:

I’m sorry, William, but your

feelings for Claire have blinded

you to what was plain to see in

that room.

William absorbs this news. David darkens again, turns away.

DAVID:

It’s now more imperative than ever

that we take full control of Vega.

WILLIAM:

Helena isn’t going to like us

holding Arika in prison. I think

Rysen was right.... she seemed to

be speaking the truth when she said

she had no idea what Roan was.

David takes a drink.

DAVID:

Helena’s going to like what I do

next, even less.

William doesn’t like the sound of that.

WILLIAM:

You know Arika is Helena’s wife,

don’t you?

David doesn’t respond, he just walks over to a window and

stares down on Vega, his kingdom.

66.

DAVID:

Don’t agree with Rysen... About

anything... ever again.

INT. RYSEN’S OFFICE -NIGHT

Rysen barks orders to a number of underlings when CLAIRE

storms in, leaving Bixby at the door with a guard.

CLAIRE:

I need a word.

RYSEN:

Claire, I...

CLAIRE:

Now.

Rysen looks to his people.

RYSEN:

Leave us.

As soon as they’re gone, she unloads.

CLAIRE:

How could you do this to me? I’m

not a chess piece to be traded for

advantage!

(holding in tears)

And you lied to me... you knew I

would never go for it, so you

decided to spring it on me in front

of the whole city to force me

against my will...

Rysen moves to her.

RYSEN:

You said it yourself... Weel will

not cede power on his own and I

can’t rule forever. I’m old, I

don’t have many more days left. We

must join House Weel with House

Rysen and give the people a

government that is united and then

over time from the inside you will

guide Vega towards a Republic.

William is nothing like David. He

wants what I do...

(tired)

We need Vega to be strong not

subjugated.

67.

Claire’s horrified, stares at her father like a stranger.

CLAIRE:

Everything is strategy and tactics

to you. Even your own family. I

don’t love him! Doesn’t that mean

anything to you?

RYSEN:

Yes it does.

CLAIRE:

I love Alex...

Rysen absorbs this news, surprised, then as it settles, not.

RYSEN:

He’s a good man. He saved your

life so you have misplaced feelings

for him because of that...

CLAIRE:

My feelings aren’t “misplaced.” I

love him. And he is the Chosen

One.

RYSEN:

(cold)

I have no idea what he is and I

only deal in what I can understand,

facts not fiction. What I do know

is your destiny is far too

important to this city’s future to

be derailed by choosing the wrong

man.

Rysen stares at her, softens.

RYSEN:

We’ve all had to do things

Claire... things we hated to do.

Me more than most.

(hard to remember)

Your mother was possessed the first

night of the war... She went crazy

and came at you...

It brings tears to his eyes, and we see how the memory is

seared into him, the misery.

RYSEN:

She was going to kill you... if I

hadn’t stopped her.

68.

He lets that hang in the air, something Claire didn’t know.

Her hand involuntarily comes to her mouth.

RYSEN:

This must be done. You must marry

William. You must lead Vega.

(looks into her eyes)

Our survival depends on it.

Off Claire’s confused and tortured face we move away and

focus on a single Rysen soldier in a blue uniform standing

guard at the far side of the enormous room. The soldier

shifts... it’s NOMA.

INT. STRATOSPHERE – NIGHT

Michael and Alex enter to find WYNN waiting for Michael.

She’s been crying, but when she sees him alive...

WYNN:

Michael!

She rushes into his arms. Michael isn’t comfortable with

this intimacy, even more so the fact Alex is a witness to it,

but he soothes her gently.

MICHAEL:

I’m fine.

She weeps tears of joy, gently checking his wounds with her

hands, as Alex watches flabbergasted. He’s never seen

Michael in such a human moment, nor even dreamed he could

have a lover.

MICHAEL:

Wynn. I need to speak with Alex.

WYNN:

(wiping tears)

Of course.

She takes a close look at Alex, her eyes miss nothing, and

notes the tattoos slightly exposed at the top of his wrists.

Wynn exits.

Michael’s non-plussed, but hides it well with his usual stoic

gaze.

This night has changed the dynamic of their relationship

drastically and both men feel it. Alex is still having

trouble processing...

MICHAEL:

You were never alone.

69.

ALEX:

What?

MICHAEL:

When Jeep left, you were never

alone. I watched over you...

(beat)

I made sure you joined the army. I

formed the Archangel Corp so I

could stay close to you without

arising suspicion. Everything was

done so you could train, in secret.

No one could know who you were...

Alex attempts to see Michael in a new way other than as

taskmaster. He can’t.

ALEX:

Am I supposed to thank you? To

thank Jeep for all this?

MICAHEL:

No. It just is. Jeep held the

tattoos on his body for when you

were ready. He knew it might mean

his death...

ALEX:

I’m not ready. I’m no savior.

MICHAEL:

You are. And it’s up to you to

decipher the tattoos.

Alex stares at his arms.

MICHAEL:

I bore them on my body before they

were transferred onto Jeep’s. But

they were always meant for the

Chosen One.

ALEX:

What are they?

MICAHEL:

Our fate. Our hope. Written in a

language long since forgotten, one

even I don’t know.

Michael grabs a hand held light.

70.

MICHAEL:

Can you take off your shirt?

(beat)

Please.

Alex does.

Michael shines the light over his torso and amazingly the

tattoo’s are shifting, changing, and slowly MOVING on Alex’

body.

Michael’s surprised by this, as if the tattoos have come

alive.

MICHAEL:

(looks up at Alex)

Can you read them?

Alex stares at them, sees them moving and is scared... which

turns to anger, feeling pushed by Michael and shaken to the

core by the death of his father and losing Claire.

ALEX:

I don’t want it! I didn’t ask for

any of this! Why did Jeep have to

die?!

MICHAEL:

I loved Jeep too Alex... but this

is war and only one side can win.

What’s in those tattoos will guide

you through what’s to come. They

will lay out the path through which

mankind can be redeemed and Gabriel

and his Legions pushed back. But

this path will not be easily

traversed. At every step, you must

choose which course to take.

Alex looks down at the tattoos on his arms. After a beat, he

shakes his head, frustrated, feeling the crushing burden now

upon him. Michael steps closer.

MICHAEL:

(softly)

Jeep believed in you, Alex. He

believed the world could be a

better place again. He had hope.

He had faith. And so do I.

Alex looks up at the Archangel. His piercing blue eyes.

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