ACT TWO

FADE IN:

INT. BEDROOM - EVENING

Xena and Gabrielle have been given a guestroom in Autolycus’ very spacious home. Xena is reclined back on the bed, wearing a robe made of fine silk. Gabrielle is wearing a matching blue robe and washing her face in a large copper pan that is heated by a small flame under it.  Xena runs her hand over the covers on the bed. She reaches over to the nightstand and fiddles with a small piece of decorative pottery.

While Xena is occupied with the piece of art, Gabrielle digs into their bags and pulls out Xena’s bottle of Oil of Aphrodite. Covertly, she opens the jar and sniffs.

GABRIELLE

Mmm....  That’s why she smells so nice.

XENA

(still studying the pot)

Gabrielle, why are we in here relaxing when
we could be doing something to help?

Jumping at the sound of Xena’s voice, Gabrielle decides that Xena would recognize the smell of the oil on her and that she’s too much of wimp to endure the teasing.  She tucks the jar away in the their bags.

GABRIELLE

He was tired, Xena. And he already looks as
though he hasn’t slept in days.  He said there
was time to talk about it more tomorrow.
We just need to be patient.

XENA

Why didn’t you say so?  You know
patience isn’t one of my strong suits.

GABRIELLE

(chuckling softly)

You’ll live.

Xena sets the piece of pottery back and glances around, impressed despite herself.

XENA

Who would have thought Autolycus
would come into his own?

GABRIELLE

(drying her face and arms)

Mmm... I always figured he’d finish his
life on a end of a hangman’s noose.

A little bored, Xena flops back in the bed wiggles her feet, eyeing the slippers a servant provided.

XENA

(absently)

Or at the end of a jealous husband’s sword.

GABRIELLE

Same result.

(beat)

We’ve got to make this right, Xena. We....

Gabrielle starts to say something else but stops, her brow furrowing deeply.  Xena sits back up, her full attention on Gabrielle.

XENA

What?

GABRIELLE

(quietly as tears fill her eyes)

We both know what it feels to lose
the person you’re in love with.

Gabrielle can hear Xena swallow across the room.

GABRIELLE

(Cont’d)

(whispering thickly)

We also know what it’s like to lose a child.

(swallowing)

I don’t want that for Autolycus.

Xena closes her eyes at Gabrielle’s words as a flash of pain sweeps over her and her chest tightens.

XENA

Gabrielle?

Xena’s voice is compelling and Gabrielle sniffs as she looks to her partner, her eyes glistening in the muted candlelight.

Xena opens her eyes to reveal a steely resolve.

XENA

(Cont’d)

We won’t fail.

Gabrielle gives Xena a slightly watery smile.

GABRIELLE

I know.  It’s just nice to be
reminded every now and again.

Gabrielle drapes her towel over a chair and douses the flame under the copper pot before moving to the bed. She takes a long moment to put thoughts of the past out of her mind and concentrate on the here and now.  Xena smiles reassuringly at her, and the remaining tension leaves the room.  Dropping her robe, Gabrielle pulls back the covers and climbs into fresh cleans sheets.

GABRIELLE

(groaning)

Oh, this is nice. Don’t suppose Autolycus would
want a couple of extra bodyguards, do you?

Xena chuckles and removes her own robe as she joins Gabrielle under the covers.  She pulls her partner into her arms so that Gabrielle’s head is resting on her shoulder.

XENA

You would look great in the outfits these
women are parading around here in....

GABRIELLE

So would you.  Only I wouldn’t be much
use as a bodyguard to Autolycus.

Gabrielle clucks softly at herself, drawing a fingertip up Xena’s belly. She pauses when she reaches Xena’s breastbone.

GABRIELLE

(Cont’d)

My eyes would be occupied elsewhere.

Xena squeezes Gabrielle even tighter to her.

XENA

That’s okay.  You’d get tired of sleeping in a soft
bed anyway. When you’ve slept on the ground
for as long as we have, it gets into your blood.

GABRIELLE

And bugs get into your hair.
And snakes get into your... a....

Gabrielle yelps loudly when Xena pinches her bottom.

GABRIELLE

(Cont’d)

Well, maybe not THERE exactly.

XENA

Heh.

GABRIELLE

Xena, you don’t like the thought
of being ‘settled,’ do you?

XENA

(sighing)

It’s not that, Gabrielle. I could make a home
anywhere as long as I was with you. But take
today for instance. We were just coming
to town so that you could shop.

GABRIELLE

So that WE could get supplies, you mean.

XENA

And what did we find?
What ALWAYS finds us?

Gabrielle nods and flattens her palm on Xena’s chest, enjoying the feeling of warm, silky skin.

GABRIELLE

Someone looking for help, I know.
But, Xena, Autolycus is our friend.

XENA

And I would help him without question.

(yawning)

But if we settled in one spot, EVERYONE
would know exactly where to find us. We’d
never know a moment’s peace.  By staying
on the road at least we have a CHANCE
for a quiet moment now and again.

GABRIELLE

Mmm. I never thought of it that way.

XENA

(worriedly)

I don’t think we’ll ever have a normal home.

GABRIELLE

Oh, Xena, I don’t care.

XENA

You don’t?

GABRIELLE

(yawning)

You heard me. I’ve never cared one
centaur’s butt hair about being normal...

(yawning again)

...just happy. Happiness is you and
me together, Xena. Wherever that is.

Xena lies quietly for a moment, allowing Gabrielle’s words to seep deep into her soul. Without letting go of Gabrielle, she reaches out and extinguishes the CANDLE next to the bed.

XENA

We’ve got a long day ahead of
us tomorrow. Let’s get some....

She’s interrupted by the light buzzing of Gabrielle’s snores.  Xena grumbles contentedly at the familiar sound.

XENA

(Cont’d)

(closing her own eyes)

Sleep.

FADE TO:

INT. DINING ROOM - MORNING

Xena and Gabrielle are seated at a large dining table eating the huge meal that has been placed on the table before them. Several serving girls are waiting patiently to tend to their every want. Xena smiles gratefully when one of the girls quickly refills her goblet the second it’s emptied. Gabrielle watches Xena, who has a self-satisfied smirk on her face.

GABRIELLE

Enjoy it while it lasts.

XENA

(reaching out to take her hand)

Don’t worry.

(beat)

I will.

Just then the same servant girl refills Gabrielle’s drink and solicitously butters a chunk of bread for her.

GABRIELLE

Mmmm....

She smacks loudly as she ignores Xena’s hand in favor of the steaming bread.

GABRIELLE

(Cont’d)

Me too.

They’re both smiling at each other when a NURSE brings Autolycus into the room. He’s in a WHEELCHAIR of sorts, with a BLANKET tucked securely around his legs. Xena rises to meet him, wheeling him the rest of the way to the table.

AUTOLYCUS

(tiredly)

Good morning, ladies.  Sleep well?

GABRIELLE

We did.  Thank you.  But I won’t
bother asking you the same.

AUTOLYCUS

Good. Then I won’t bother lying about it.

While Xena settles him at the table, Gabrielle pours him a cup of hot cider. Xena glances around the grand dining room.

XENA

Autolycus, how do you
stand it in this dump?

AUTOLYCUS

A man must be willing to
suffer for his craft, Xena.

Xena retakes her seat, laying her hand on his arm.

XENA

You finally gonna tell us why you’re in that chair
and not out robbing the good citizens of Greece?

AUTOLYCUS

Robbing?

(straightening his lapels)

I think not.  Robbery implies violence.
I prefer finesse to violence, Xena.
You know that.

XENA

(looking pointedly at the wheelchair)

So?

Autolycus beings to fidget.

AUTOLYCUS

So, I was... hurt in a little accident.

Gabrielle pushes her plate away, taking a good look at her friend.

GABRIELLE

Yesterday you said you were ill.

AUTOLYCUS

(unexpectedly blushing)

Sick, hurt, what does it matter?
I can’t walk at the moment.
Isn’t that enough?

Autolycus’ knuckles whiten against the arms of his chair.

GABRIELLE

Hey, you don’t need to get upset.
We’re just trying to understand....

Autolycus becomes distracted by the redhead who let Xena and Gabrielle into the estate the day before.  She is now carefully sectioning an orange for him.  He gazes adoringly at the woman, causing Gabrielle to smother a smile.

AUTOLYCUS

(boyishly)

Thanks, Azel.

AZEL

(shyly)

Of course.  Anything for you, Autolycus.

Xena rolls her eyes.

XENA

Gods, I think I’m gonna be sick.

Gabrielle scolds Xena with a look and decides they can’t put off getting down to business any longer.

GABRIELLE

Autolycus, can we see the ransom note?

AUTOLYCUS

I knew one of you would be asking that.

Reaching into the pocket of his robe he pulls out a folded piece of parchment and stares at it almost as if he’s afraid to let go of it. Xena slowly reaches out and takes hold of it, looking to her friend until he looks back at her and releases it to her with a sad smile.

Xena unfolds the parchment and carefully reads it as Gabrielle looks on and Autolycus sips his cider.

XENA

Very straight forward.

She passes the note to Gabrielle, who begins to read.

AUTOLYCUS

Yes.

(tearing up)

Ten thousand dinars by sunset

day after tomorrow or my son....

His voice breaks on the last word and he looks away.

AUTOLYCUS

(Cont’d)

... dies.

GABRIELLE

It’s going to be okay, Autolycus.

Gabrielle is tempted to promise but knows she can’t.

GABRIELLE

(Cont’d)

You’ll see.

AUTOLYCUS

With you two helping me,

it can’t be anything else.

A short, fat man, AUTOLYCUS’ BANKER, rushes into the room and over to Autolycus.  He’s panting and sweating and wringing his hands nervously.

AUTOLYCUS

Ahh… this is my banker....

BANKER

(shaking his head frantically)

No time for introductions. It’s gone!

The color drains from Autolycus’ face and his disbelief shows in his voice.

AUTOLYCUS

Gone?

Before the banker even answers, Autolycus’ worry explodes into anger.  He grabs the banker by the front of his tunic and gives him a stiff shake, exposing the banker’s portly belly.

AUTOLYCUS

(Cont’d)

What do you mean... gone?

Gabrielle blinks at the scene unfolding before her.

GABRIELLE

What’s going on?

AUTOLYCUS

What’s wrong is that this moron was supposed
to be escorting my money here from Athens!

Autolycus reaches for Gabrielle’s bread knife and Xena grabs his wrist, stopping him.

XENA

Whoa, Autolycus.

Autolycus reluctantly pauses.

XENA

(Cont’d)

(turning, sneering at Banker)

We can always kill him in a minute. Let’s
hear what happened to the money first.

BANKER

(eyes wide)

St-st-st-Stolen!

The banker’s words are still hanging in the air when a CLOAKED FIGURE holding a heavy bag of dinars appears in the doorway, its identity hidden.

The figure holds up bag of dinars and gives it a little shake.

CLOAKED FIGURE

Somebody lose something?

Xena and Gabrielle both jump to their feet and draw their weapons.  Autolycus’ head sags in relief and he lets go of the banker, who stumbles backwards in fear as he recognizes the moneybag.

BANKER

Oh, gods, it’s the... the thief!

The banker’s eyes roll back in his head just before passes out, hitting the floor with an unceremonious thump.

AUTOLYCUS

(to cloaked figure)

Are you trying to kill me, Talia?
Because I have to tell you... that’s not
the way I’ve always pictured going.

TALIA

Please don’t tell me the way you always
pictured going.  I’m sure I don’t want to know.

Talia pulls down her hood and a young woman in her early twenties is revealed. She strolls into the room and drops the bag of dinars on table. Gabrielle sheaths her SAIS but keeps a wary eye on her even as she helps pick the banker off the floor, handing him over to a couple servants.

TALIA

I’m not trying to kill you.

She leans in and kisses his cheek tenderly.

TALIA

(Cont’d)

But a girl has to have some fun in life.

(seriously)

I came as soon as I got your message.

Talia’s glances up and her gaze fixes then lingers on Gabrielle in honest appreciation, causing Xena to frown.  Gabrielle is oblivious to the attention.

AUTOLYCUS

(looking relieved)

I knew you would.  I could always count
on you. Anyone who says there is no honor
among thieves doesn’t know my family.

(beat)

Xena, Gabrielle, allow me t
 introduce my daughter, Talia.

Talia nudges Autolycus, prodding him to continue. He clears his throat.

AUTOLYCUS

The Princess of Thieves.

(smiling proudly)

Safeguard your family jewels, ladies.
She’s a chip off the old block.

CUT TO:

INT. AUTOLYCUS’ HOUSE - DAY

Xena and Gabrielle are gathering their gear in preparation to retrieve Autolycus’ son Darius.  They’re almost to the door when Gabrielle notices Azel watching them from the hallway. Gabrielle passes her bedroll to Xena.