Archangel | dinamwilks

Grady Alcoa shooting weapon in heat of a skirmish, there is gunfire around him, but the focus is on him. He jumps into a ditch for cover begins shooting at an Afgan sort of enemy, when click clack, click clack, two rifle barrels are pressed on each side of his head. Man swallows hard, closes his eyes.

Black

Pop, Pop, pop

Pov Grady Alcoa's eyes, flutter open. His hands shake, he is alive, the men who held guns on him are dead. He’s bewildered, shaken, in shock.

Soldier 1

You okay?

Alcoa looks up, a man stands before him, drenched in sunllight, he can’t make out the man’s features, only a pheonix medal on the man’s shirt. Grady Alcoa falls back.

Grady

Yeah, I guess. I mean . . . My eyes, I can’t see your face.

Phoenix soldierhands him down some water and grasps the shaken soldier’s hands as he does, reassurance. Grady notices name Michael.

Michael

You’re going to be fine.

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(Anger looking Grady in the face)

DON’T YOU LIE TO ME. . .

(starts unraveling)

Don’t you, . . . don’t you, . . .

(Quietly)

Don’t you lie to me . . . you're looking at my lesions. Know what they are, baaabyyy? Do you know what they are!

Grady shakes head negative.

Grady

(Quietly)

They’re sarcomas baby, hiv, aids baby boy…….Old dirty stood up to the man with a gun to his head, he conquered the whole friggin platoon of terrorist, he even got schrapenel a centimeter from his eye from a car bomb ,

(digging at Grady)

Baby . . . Dirty did all those things, conquered them,

(dripping from his tongue with sarcasm)

like the he - ro he is . . . but the thing that got william, the thing that managed to bring old dirty to his knees was love baby, old dirty had himself a little piece of heaven and now . . . he’s on his knees. . .

Grady

I’m sorry

(Anger)

Sorry, ? Sorry , baby, what the hell you feeling sorry for?

Grady

(Quietly)

I dunno

What ? speak up baby cuz dirty ain’t hearing your now … YOU WHAT?

Grady

I DON’T KNOW! , WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT FROM ME?

(Quietly)

I don’t want your sorrow.

Grady

God has a plan for all of us

(Indignant outrage)

GOD?! What the hell does god have to do with it. . . I’m here cavortring with angels on a daily basis, AND with this thing, this disposition, this necrosis, this pathos of provocative self indulgence which has nothing to do with god. This is not his will, not my wil, l. . . not your will . . .The sound of it. . . . .

Grady jumps to his feet, grabs his arsenal. William rips the rest of his shirt, displaying scars from addictions, lesion etc. Grady stops, looks at Wm putting on his best dirty harry face . . . pumping his gun . . .

Grady

I’ll buy you coffee when this is over, william. We’ll talk about how we’re going to handle your little skin rash . . . together.

(From dirty harry with best dirty harry voice)

Now, if they'll just wait for the cavalry to arrive.

it makes a noise.

Aaaaawww, shit.