Assassination of Senator Vicus Act IA Screenplay by AnalgesiaThe first half of the play just because I liked the first one so much.Setting: (Inner chamber of the master assassin. It is a semi lit room with books piled high on shelves and tables. In front of a tall cathedral esque window stands the master assassin.) Assassin:(enters and bows) What is thy biding oh lord...
Master: Oh, hello...so why, exactly are you bowing.
Assassin:(looking up) My lord, I simply act in a manner befitting a man o-
Master: Oh cut the crap, what're you supposed to be, some humble servant or something?
Assassin: Yes my leige, I am your servant and I-
Master: Didn't I just say cut the crap? Look I'm human too right.
Assassin: You are my master and I will treat you as su-
Master: Look I've got problems like everybody else okay, look at me I'm balding. See that?
Assassin: s'not that bad...
Master: I suppose it isn't...But still, I mean I'm divorced, sometimes I don't pay my bills, and God knows I've let
my parking meter expire plenty of times before-
Assassin: well-
Master: I've stolen before, I lie all the time, I beat my wife once-
Assassin:My job is to not question my master an-
Master: I've kicked dozens of puppies, hell I even wear womens clothing sometimes.
Assassin: -do as I'm told. Wait, what was that last one?
Master: Kicking puppies?
Assassin: No, no you said something about ladies clothing.
Master: Oh I did? Well, that's awkward. Probably unecessary too.
Assassin: Yah, kicking puppies pretty much got the point across...you, um didn't to go there.
Master: Sorry about that, really very sorry. Entirly out of line...
Assassin: So um...those my orders on the table there?
Master: What? Oh, oh yes these...here you go (hands him the orders in a parchment). He's an old senator, Vicus is his name. Doesn't seem like a bad guy though, can't see why anyone would want to kill him.
Assassin: Okay, so I'll be leaving then. (walks out through the doorway backing away slowly.)
Master: W-wait!
Assassin: What?
Master: Do I look fat in this toga?
Assassin: Yah, I'll be leaving... (Leaves.)
Master: Umm, Is that 'yah' as in yes I look fat or is it just extranious? Hello?
Scene two:
Setting:(In the courtyard of Vicuses palace)
Assassin: (Stalks down a pillar stealtily his steely eyes peeking out of the shadow of his hood.)
Guard 1: (leaning against same pillar eating a peach.)
Assassin: (Pounces on the man slitting his throat. He then continues on toward the door.)
Guard 1: excuse me, sir?
Assassin: What?! (he is fumbleing with the lock)
Guard 1: You're doing it wrong.
Assassin: I think I know how to pick a lock, besides you might as well relax you should be dead any second now.
Guard 1: No, no, no I meant the crime scene here. You're just going to leave it as is, you'll incriminate your self just leaving me here.
Assassin: What?! (turning around.)
Guard 1: Look, you see the angle I'm at here clearly implies that I was tackled. And you left your dagger right here at the scene of the crime.
Assassin: Oh, thank you ( he grabs his dagger from the guards chest cavity and begins to walk back to the door.)
Guard 1: W-wait, you need to move my body so that it looks like I killed my self. See like this ( he moves himself into a convincing position.)
Assassin: That's ridiculous why would you kill yourself?
Guard 1: It is a pretty miserable job I mean 12 hours a day with little pay and absolutely no health insurance.
Assassin: That does sound pretty bad.
Guard 2: (On a wall far in the distance.) Wait!
Assassin: S**t! (He spins around quickly ready to shoot the other guard with his crossbow.)
Guard 2: (yelling from off in the distance) If you had killed yourself I would have seen it from here and would
have had to report it. You're going to need to move the body somewhere out of my line of sight.
Guard 1: Good point. Come on then how 'bout a push then.
Assassin: Wait what is going on?!
Guard 1: Look theres no need to shout, you might alert someone to your presence.
Guard 2: (shouting) Yah we're just trying to help you.
Guard 1: (Talking to the other guard.) So suppose I were to shuffle over here would that work out?
Guard 2: Nope I can still see you.
Guard 1: Here?
Guard 2: No, I can see you there too.
Guard 1: How about here?
Guard 2: There it is, right there. Perfect blind spot.
Guard 1: There you go Mr. Assassin... Mr. Assassin? (looks around only to find the door to the manor open.)
Guard 2: Ungratefull that one.
Guard 1: Quite, rude I'd say...
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5 Reviews Added on April 27, 2009 Last Updated on May 14, 2009 AuthorAnalgesiaFLAboutI've settle into a routine: I'll stew in my own words for a few months, then, when there's been enough rumination I'll dispatch some sort of half cocked pile of context riddled with pretension and lov.. more..Writing
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