Dominion Page #6

Speaking of eyes, Alex’s track over John’s shoulder to

MICHAEL, now dressed in a long BLACK coat, two swords on his

back, who has just appeared out of nowhere. He does that a

lot.

Michael stares at Alex, shakes his head, disappointed. John

follows Alex’s stare to Michael, promptly shits his pants.

Alex can’t help but smile... he never liked John. Michael

says nothing, just points for John to leave. He can’t get

out fast enough.

MICHAEL:

Leave the whip.

John hands it to Michael, nervous. Alex looks at the angel,

knows what that means. There may be no love lost between

these two, but there’s respect. Michael snaps off Alex’s

bindings, showing his strength, lets him stand up.

MICHAEL:

You know the rules and why they

exist. Everything in Vega has a

purpose. It’s how this city

survives. Founding law: “...for

the protection and good of all...

gates are inviolable...”

11.

ALEX:

(cuts him off)

We have a right to leave. We all

do.

MICHAEL:

No... you don’t.

(poker faced)

Tell me about the angels.

ALEX:

There were four, all Eight-Balls,

but something about them was

different. One of them could

change her body... a child... she

could leap like some kind of

insect.

If this surprises Michael he doesn’t show it.

MICHAEL:

Where were they?

ALEX:

A couple miles down the strip.

MICHAEL:

What were they doing?

ALEX:

Playing Texas Hold ‘Em.

Off Michael’s look.

ALEX:

Not kidding.

MICHAEL:

And what were you doing out there?

That Alex won’t say... he just stares at Michael.

MICHAEL:

(sighs)

You know the punishment for going

outside the walls.

ALEX:

I’m going to be purged?

MICHAEL:

No. You’re Archangel Corp, but if

you ever do anything like this

again, I won’t spare you.

12.

MICHAEL (CONT'D)

Do you understand me?

(beat)

Turn around.

Alex takes off his shirt and turns. Eyes burning. Michael

cracks the whip across Alex’s back, taking no joy in it.

Alex swallows the pain, hating Michael and the system that

governs this place more with every lash. Michael slashes him

again.

VOICE OS:

That’s enough.

RYSEN (65) has entered, the beloved supreme leader of Vega.

He’s a shell of a man, tired, and worn, seeming older than

his years. He walks with a cane, in constant pain.

RYSEN:

He’s learned his lesson. Right

boy?

Alex painfully nods.

RYSEN:

Tell no one what you saw. Not a

word about the Eight-Balls. To

anyone. Now go report for duty.

Shooting Michael a bitter look, Alex exits.

MICHAEL:

He shouldn’t be outside the walls.

He needs discipline.

RYSEN:

The boy’s been sneaking outside

since he was a child, he’s just

never been caught. He knows Vega

better than anyone, he’s one of

your best... and after what he did

for Claire... I owe him.

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