—Nunca renunciaré a nosotros, Gabrielle. Puedes besarme.
—Ni se te ocurra. Déjame hacértelo entrar en ese bruto cráneo tuyo. No me casaría contigo ni que fueras el último hombre sobre la Tierra.
—Ella me quiere.
Draco & Gabrielle, Lyre, Lyre, Hearts On Fire (5x10)
PAN a sumptuous (for ancient Greece) room with a heart-shaped pallet. There's a hot tub in one corner, a huge gift basket of kiwi fruit, a flagon of wine and a balcony with a view. Xena and Gabrielle enter, still dressed in their wedding apparel (Gabrielle in a bridal gown, Xena in a tight-fitting leather tuxedo which shows huge expanses of both legs and cleavage) and are followed by a bellhop lugging their saddle bags, Gabrielle's pouch thingee and a gigantic bundle of wedding gifts. He puts it all down, Xena flips him a dinar.
Remember what I told you -- under no circumstances are you to let a large group of Poteidaian villagers anywhere near our room.
Got it. You can count on me, your ex-warlordship.
The bellhop leaves.
Oh look, Xena! A hot tub! This place is amazing!
I’m so glad you like it. It’s the deluxe honeymoon suite. I spared no expense, thanks to our seemingly inexhaustible supply of dinars.
It’s magnificent!
Xena eyes her bride.
As are you, Gabrielle. You’re so beautiful.
Thank you, Xena. And you take my breath away. That tux is stunning, what there is of it. I can’t wait to get it off you.
The two are about to kiss when they hear chanting beneath their balcony.
(O. S.)
Hey Xena! Gabrielle!
Can you hear us if we yell?
The newlyweds cross to the balcony and find themselves staring at the Poteidaian Greek Chorus.
How many times do I have to tell you idiots to get lost? We’re on our honeymoon for Aphrodite’s sake!
It’s my wedding night! I can’t have all my old neighbors watching me on my wedding night! Xena, please, KILL THE FURKIN’ CHORUS!
(to chorus)
She’s a little testy. We haven’t, that is, we held off for awhile to make this night
kinda special.
Make it special! Make it great!
Invite us in to celebrate!
We’ll help out!
Without a doubt!
But we’ll go hoarse if we have to shout!
Hmmm... There’s our answer, Xena! They’ll all go hoarse and we’ll be alone. C’mon, let’s get in the hot tub.
I’m right behind you.
But wait! We’re not dopes!
We bought you fancy, fish-shaped soaps!
Oh please! We have many knacks --
we’ll give massages as we wash your backs!
Xena closes the curtains across the balcony and tests the water in the hot tub.
Oooh, steamy!
How’s your head?
Fine. I drank enough cups of that stuff made from the brown beans to kill off the wine.
I’m glad you had those beans with you. Where did you get them?
Xena grows suddenly intense, her face showing her pain. A swell of music and the voices of the Bulgarian Women’s choir can be heard.
(singing as under)
Pozora ia izgori povetche
Ot hiliada udara...
Ten winters ago, my army was attacked by--
Hold on just a minute.
The music stops abruptly and Xena goes back to normal.
What?
Did everything happen to you ten winters ago?
It was a big winter.
But what about maybe five winters ago? Nothing happened?
Just miscellaneous warlord stuff. Not worth mentioning.
Seven winters ago?
Same old, same old.
Uh huh. But ten winters ago you defended Amphipolis from Cortese, became a warlord, fought the Horde, had a kid, burned Cyrra, had about fifty affairs, met Caesar, got engaged, fought the centaurs, fought the battle of Corinth -- Stop me anytime...
No, it all happened. Ten winters ago. Big, big winter.
It’s funny. I never questioned your being able to leap up the side of a fifty foot tree, but I’m finding this ’ten winters ago’ thing hard to swallow. Oh well. Finish your story about
the beans.
Xena gets intense and shows her pain again. Music swells, Bulgarians sing.
(singing as under)
Pozora ia izgori povetche
Ot hiliada udara
Tova rasbi duha I
Da ia ubie...
Ten winters ago my army was attacked by a ship from the west. It came out of the rising sun and--
Just a second here...
Again, the music stops abruptly and Xena returns to normal.
What now?
The sun rises in the east. Sets in the west. So it came out of the setting sun.
No, it was a rising sun. Things were different back then. Ten winters ago, the sun rose in the west and set in the east.
Uh huh. And when did things change to the present pattern?
Ten summers ago.
Of course. Go on with your story.
Xena is in pain, music swells, Bulgarians sing.
(singing as under)
Pozora ia izgori povetche
Ot hiliada udara
Tova rasbi duha I
Da ia ubie
Ia pravi po silna, po silna...
Ten winters ago my army was attacked by a ship from the west. It came out of the rising sun and on it were people who looked strange and spoke in a language unknown to any in our world--
Hate to interrupt again, but...
Music stops, Xena is annoyed.
For crying out loud, Gabrielle. Now what?
Sorry. Just wanted to check on something.
Gabrielle goes over to the closet and opens it. Stuffed inside are several Bulgarian women and some musicians.
Okay -- everybody out. We just got rid of one chorus, we don’t need another. Besides, coming out of the closet is good for you. I know it did me a world of good.
The Bulgarian women and the musicians grumble about losing a sweet gig, but they file out of the room.
Okay, Xena, please continue.
(mumbling)
Let’s see... Ten winters, mysterious ship, out of the west, rising sun -- ah! Okay, got it.
Xena regains her pained, intense face.
(cont’d)
These strange, foreign people carried with them the miracle brown beans which, when ground and boiled in water, had many arcane effects. I conquered these strangers from a strange land and took their beans, knowing that with them I possessed a power unimaginable. Unfortunately, the warlord Starbukus found out and—
She is interrupted by a knock on the door.
(cont’d)
Now what???
Who’s there?
It’s me! The luggage-carrying person!
Xena opens the door. The chorus push past the bellhop and into the room.
What in--!
(to bellhop, dangerously)
I told you not to let them near us.
Oh, were *these* the Poteidaian villagers you were talking about? I thought you meant the *other* Poteidaian villagers.
What other Poteidaian villagers?
We lied! We lied!
He seemed real stupid so we tried!
Hey!
No lip! No lip!
That’s why we gave you that big tip!
Oh, right. Forgot.
(holds up a heavy bag of dinars)
Yeah, I’m *real* stupid, all right...
The bellhop exits to live out his dream of buying exotic cheeses. The chorus looks around.
Great room! So deluxe!
The closet they gave us really sucks!
So you were in the closet, too? Must be something going around...
I don’t give a minotaur’s ass what your accommodations are. You’re not staying here.
Xena, no! Don’t make us go!
We’ll be real quiet, we’ll lay low!
You? Quiet? Ha!
Look who’s talking!
A bard who’s always squawking!
Look, you. I don’t squawk, got that? And FYI -- I don’t whine or giggle, either, so I’m certainly not going to squawk! It would be sooo out of character. Why, no one would ever take me seriously again. So no more talk of squawking!
Chill out, Gab! We have no talent.
It’s hard to rhyme ’talk’ so don’t get all bent.
Walk. Balk. Hawk--
Uh, Gabrielle?
Gawk-- Yeah, Xena?
Shouldn’t we be figuring out how to get rid of them, as opposed to giving them pointers on their poetry?
Oh. Right.
(to chorus)
Buy a thesaurus and look up ways to say goodbye.
Ooooh, how effective!
Such vituperative invective!
Maybe if we don’t pay any attention to them they’ll get bored and go bug some other newlywed-female-warrior/bard combo.
Worth a shot.
Xena and Gabrielle are in the hot tub. Several of the chorus members are on a bucket brigade, keeping the water hot. Others wash the women with large sponges and fancy fish soaps.
Funny. This isn’t exactly how I pictured our honeymoon.
It’s close. I did see us in a beautiful room and we were both soapy, wet and naked. I just hadn’t foreseen all my old neighbors circling us like middle-aged voyeurs.
(staring lasciviously)
We’re closing our eyes!
We can’t see at all!
Feel free to rise,
making sparkling droplets fall...
All right, I’ve had it. Enough’s enough!
What are you going to do?
First, I’m going to make sure everyone sees my bare back. Then I’m going to wring my hair out in slow motion. And when I’m done with that, I’m going to go on a murderous rampage, killing everyone in the room who isn’t named Gabrielle.
The chorus whips out documents showing they all had their names legally changed to Gabrielle that very afternoon.
(cont’d)
Okaaaaay... Time for Plan B.
Oh my! Oh me!
She has a Plan B!
Wish we’d thought of that before we changed things legally!
Xena and Gabrielle are on the heart-shaped pallet. They’re relaxing in each other’s arms. Xena is smoking a cigarette.
Explain the burning weed thing again?
All right.
(pained and intense)
Ten winters ago, my army was attacked by a ship that came--
On second thought, let’s save that story for another time.
Wanna know where tomatoes came from?
Does it have anything to do with being attacked by a strange ship ten winters ago?
Oddly enough it does...
We’ll save that one, too.
How about corn? Want to hear about corn?
You do know how to sweet-talk a girl on her honeymoon, but no thanks.
Just checking.
(re: chorus)
They’re awfully well behaved, aren’t they?
Plan B always works.
Both women look over at the corner where the entire chorus is deeply involved in unwrapping the wedding gifts.
This one’s from Atyminius!
Dear gods it’s simply hideous!
They hold up a macrame plant holder that no human would place in view of other eyes. No one finds it odd that a dead guy gave a gift, however.
(cont’d)
The next one says “from Ephiny” -- of course!
It’s a negligee for Xena’s horse!
Xena and Gabrielle smile then return their attention to each other.
Do you think we’ll ever get rid of them?
Yeah. The last gift is boobytrapped. It’ll wipe them off the face of the earth, never to be heard from again.
Really? How do you know? I mean, the gifts were meant for us -- who’d want to get rid of us forever?
Someone who is insanely jealous of the fact we even exist.
But who? A warlord? One of the people we’ve fought? Ares? Callisto?
Nah, think about it.
Hercules!
Yeah, but I got revenge. I substituted henbane for his steroids.
That’s what I love about you, Xena. Always thinking.
Ah, but Chimpycheeks -- you forget! I am first and foremost a woman of action...
Xena grabs Gabrielle and they begin to make love again.
Last gift! Last gift!
It’s from Herc --
awwww, and we thought he was miffed!
As they undo the wrapping we: