Amouraq, Section Two

INT. AIRPORT. NOON.

Stephen waits at an airport gate with a couple of bags. He thinks about the conversation he just had with his boss and the president and ponders if the concept of magic could possibly exist is true or not. The PILOT of his private jet walks up to him, and it takes Stephen a moment before he realizes that the pilot is standing there.

STEPHEN

Oh, sorry. Just lost in

thought.

PILOT

(sarcastic)

Really? That’s not what

I was going to say you

lost.

STEPHEN

Oh, ha, ha. Is my plane

ready yet?

 PILOT

They’re fixing the brakes

on it. They still work,

but we wanna make sure

it’s a hundred percent.

The government wants to

make sure you come back

alive from each mission,

so we take your safety

very seriously.

STEPHEN

My safety isn’t nearly as

important as the people

I serve.

PILOT

Yes, always noble, I know.

Doesn’t it get lonely being

on this plane by myself all

the time?

STEPHEN

If I had someone, why would

I bring her with me?

PILOT

Well, I’m sure you meet

all kinds of foreign

women you could bring

aboard. I don’t mind

going on a ten or fifteen

minute break if you need it.

STEPHEN

Always the gentleman, aren’t

you?

PILOT

Hey, I’m just looking

out for you. You know

that.

STEPHEN

I know. I’m alright, I’ll

find someone eventually.

There are just more important

things for me to worry about

right now.

The pilot sees Emily’s photo sticking out and picks it up.

PILOT

Who’s the pretty lady?

Stephen snatches the photo out of his hand.

STEPHEN

That’s part of my mission,

and it’s classified information.

PILOT

Right, I understand. Remember

what I said about me taking a

break…

STEPHEN

Shouldn’t you be fixing

my plane?

PILOT

Where are we heading to?

STEPHEN

Seattle.

PILOT

Ah, not so dangerous then?

STEPHEN

We’ll see.

INT./EXT. AMELIA’S HOUSE. AFTERNOON.

Stephen takes his black Jaguar down a lovely, old fashioned

neighborhood full of trees and comfortable-looking houses.

He parks his car on the curb at Emily’s address, he walks up the stone path to the small porch, and he uses the door knocker. AMELIA (an elderly woman with light gray hair tied in a bun and glasses wearing a dress that was probably purchased when she was young) answers the door.

AMELIA

Can I help you?

STEPHEN

(holds up his badge)

Agent Stephen Knight, CIA.

May I come in?

AMELIA

Sure. Would you like

some tea?

STEPHEN

Yes, please.

Stephen enters into the living room, which is filled with old fashioned furniture and aura of warmness. He sits next an end table with a picture of a man smiling and a woman pretending to kiss him. It rests in an ornate, silver frame, and it sits next to an old lamp that shines down on it. Amelia enters the room holding a tray with a teapot and two cups on it. As she sits the tray down on a coffee table, she notices the photo that he is staring at.

AMELIA

Oh, that’s my daughter,

Sylvie, and her husband,

Ronald, on their honeymoon

in Ireland. That was about

two years ago. Eleven years

later, they were killed in

a car crash.

STEPHEN

I’m sorry…Does that mean

you’re Emily’s guardian?

AMELIA

Yes, I’m sorry. I forgot to

introduce myself. I’m

Amelia.

They shake hands.

STEPHEN

Pleasure.

AMELIA

(picks up the photo sadly)

Poor Emily misses them

almost as much as I do.

But I guess, in a way,

it’s better they died this

way, quickly rather than

slowly and painfully like

the current heirs. They

both would’ve died through

this whole affair. Sylvie

would’ve died trying to

protect him, and he would

die trying to save Amouraq.

It’s all been very horrible

I’m assuming that’s why you’re

here.

STEPHEN

The nightmare is gonna

end soon, starting now.

I’m going to protect

your granddaughter and

find out who the murderer

is. You wouldn’t happen to

have any ideas, would you?

Somewhere I could start?

AMELIA

I’m fairly certain I

know who’s doing this.

His name is Xavier Ryder,

and he’s at the very bottom

of the list. He shouldn’t

even be on there! One of

his ancestors raped an heir

around thirteen fifty-seven.

His family has been at war

with Alexander’s ancestors

for ages, and Xavier is

trying to finalize his

family’s evil regime. He

won’t rest until he’s

dictator of Amouraq.

STEPHEN

Wow, that’s terrible. Why

hasn’t the government

suspected him?

AMELIA

I’m sure they have, but

they cant’ prove it. He’s

probably not the only bad

apple on that list either.

That’s just the problem.

Evil as he may be, he’s

a very cunning man. He

thinks he found a way

destroy King Alexander’s

family and country once

and for all. That’s why

you can’t fail! If Xavier

succeeds, Amouraq is truly

doomed.

STEPHEN

Don’t worry; I’ve never

Failed a mission before,

and I certainly won’t fail

one this important.

(beat)

How do you know all this?

AMELIA

Ronald told me all about

it.

STEPHEN

But what makes you so sure

it’s him?

AMELIA

Prove me wrong.

STEPHEN

(shrugs)

It makes sense. It’ll be

hard to find him I bet.

AMELIA

His family locked Alexander’s

hidden forest. Maybe he’s

there.

STEPHEN

Oh good, I was worried that

he’d be somewhere hard to find.

(beat)

If he’s there, how is it that

he’s killed people all over the

world?

AMELIA

Oh, he wouldn’t do it alone.

He has assassins doing his

dirty work for him.

STEPHEN

So, we could learn where

he’s hiding if one of his

assassins comes by and tells

us. They’re killing all over

the world too, so that won’t be

too easy either.

AMELIA

Are your jobs ever easy

though? I’m sure this one

is a little different, and

it’s sort of unsettling to

you, but I’m sure you’ll

prevail as you always have.
STEPHEN

Thanks. I’m not afraid.

AMELIA

Yes, you are, but you’re

brave because you push

your fears aside for

something more important.

You and Emily are so alike!

If you run into Xavier, I’m

sure your courage will get

you through anything he puts

you through. And I’m sure

you’ll do just fine with

any of his assassins since

both you and Emily are much

smarter than the clowns he

hires.

 Stephen titters a little. They sip their tea quietly for a moment, and suddenly Stephen’s intuition raises an alarm.

STEPHEN

Where’s Emily right now?

Amelia looks at the big grandfather clock on the other side of the room as he bolts up.

AMELIA

She should be on her way

home from school right now.

It’s not far from here.

Keep driving down this

street half a mile or so

until you hit McKinely Avenue.

She drives a silver Porsche

convertible,or as I call it,

half her inheritance blown

quickly.

STEPHEN

I’m going to make sure

she gets home okay. I’ll

be right back.

AMELIA

I know you will. You’ve

never failed before, right?

Amelia chuckles, and Stephen smiles even though he’s feeling a little anxious about Emily right now. He leaves.

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