The Assassination of Senator VicusA Screenplay by AnalgesiaVery montey python-esq I've been told Try reading it out loud as opposed to in your head, makes the dialogue more netural becuase it is supposed to be a skit not a novel.Setting: Senator Vicuses home in Rome. It is a large palatious building, with all the guilding and finery of typical Roman excess during the time period (200 A.D.). Some time around midnight. Assassin: (The Assassin stalks into the house up the stairs and into a large room in total darkness. He hides behind a chair, then; looking out both ways, he slithers toward the nearest cover. Suddenly, a lamp is lit in the corner. The assassin, startled, hides his knife behind his back.) Vicus:(Vicus is seen sitting at a desk begining to write a letter of some sort.) Who's that then? Assassin:...Post-man. Vicus:Right...what news do you bring? Assassin:(He narrows his eyes) Only your own obituary! (the assassin then lunges toward the senator ready to strike.) Vicus:(stands) Brilliant! Will it be by the oh so shakespearean use of poison or the allways dramatic knife wound to the gullet? Assassin:(staops his attack) What? You, um, want to die? Vicus: Yes, actually I was in the processas you arrived ( a noose and chair are revealed by lights to the side.) But that's not necessary anymore, you'll do just fine. Well? What are you waiting for? Assassin: Well,I'm...I'm assessing the validity of my mission. I mean you clearly have things covered here so I'll just be going then, right. Vicus:No, no-I insist! It's all your's. Here, we can stage it like I killed myself! Assassin: Why don't you just kill yourself then?! Vicus: Well that was rather rude... Assassin: Oh yes, heaven forbid a rude assassin... Vicus: I'm not sure I like your attitude. Assassin:(gesturing) Look, you've already written a note, don't let me get in your way. Vicus: Actually about the note, I can't bare to tell my family that way. I'd rather tell them in person, in fact...(vicus cups his hands and calls through a door way.) Honey! Kids! Vicuses Wife: Yes dear? Assassin: Oh don't...why would you...(cups his hand over his face) Vicuses eldest son: Who's that? Vicus: Oh, he's an assassin. ( assassin making 'cut-it-out' gestures to try and stop him) Assassin: Look... Vicuses Wife: Shall we call the guards? Vicus: Well... Vicuses Wife: Guards! There is an assassin! Assassin: Oh, no, really, there's no need... Vicus: Actually I was going to... Assassin: He was already going to kill himself anyways, so I'm out of the job, okay!? So techniquely we can all agree that I'm not really an assassin currently per-say. Vicus: You cut me off! Assassin: (Rolling his eyes at Vicus) I really need to go, okay, so I'll just be leaving then. Vicuses Wife: Certainly not! Vicus: Certainly! (looks at his wife) Not... Assassin: Alright, I'm tired of this (slits vicuses throat) Bye then... Vicuses Wife: You killed him! Assassin: I'm an assassin! I kill people! It's what I do! (picking up a piece of furniture to smash a window) Besides he wanted to go. Vicus: (wheezing) He's got a good point... Vicuses Wife: Oh thank the gods you're alive! Vicus:... Vicuses Wife: (looks for the assassin but all she sees is a broken window) Kind of makes me wish life insurance had been invented by now... © 2009 AnalgesiaAuthor's Note
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