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Lexx: Disobedience
By : lexxfan4life
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The White House. President Priest is practicing his signature, while a waiter - wearing a uniform quite similar to Stan's - is serving tea. The First Lady Lady walks up to the desk. She is concerned that Priest, as President, is taking orders from Prince, whom is only the leader of the ATF, and is confused on why Priest is obeying Prince and not the other way around. She manages to talk Priest into getting rid of Prince anyway he likes, she looks at the waiter and Priest approaches him.

Back at the ATF bunker. Stan has somehow managed to nod off, still strapped to the wall. He wakes with a start.

Stanley: Oh, why can't this just be a dream? Why can't I just wake up in my own bed on the Lexx? This definitely is not my bed.

Far below, a door opens. In come President Priest and the waiter, whose uniform is hidden under a black jacket. Priest tells the guards to leave. Priest checks the waiter's uniform is still out of sight. Then he checks the door - the guards are listening outside.

Priest: Go, get out of here!

He shoos the guards away, then operates a control. The slab Stanley is attached to is lowered, though still not down to ground level.

Priest: Stanley Tweedle, we have something in common, you and I.

Stanley: What?

Priest: Our strong feelings about Isambard Prince.

Stanley: Oh yeah, I got some strong feelings about him. They're not the same ones you have!

Priest: Perhaps they are. I feel strongly that this planet would be a better place as far as both you and I were concerned if Prince were no longer here.

Stanley: What?

Priest: Let me ask you, Captain Tweedle. You don't mind if I call you that?

Stanley: So, no.

Priest: Captain Tweedle, could you use the Lexx to destroy Prince?

Stanley: Yeah, I think so. But if I do, what's in it for me?

Priest: I'll make you a king

Stanley: What, king of the whole planet?

Priest: Not the whole planet. But you could rule your own country, that!

He points at the large screen overhead, which is showing a satellite image of Nova Scotia and Newfoundland. A couple of place names are highlighted.

Priest: That great big island. You can be king of Newfoundland.

Stanley: What's it like?

Priest: It's paradise. A beautiful island paradise of wine, women and constant song. Big sunny gardens, all year round.

Stanley: What are the women like?

Priest: Not very picky if you know what I mean.

Stan looks at the screen, of course, he can't read English.

Stanley: King of New - New - what?

Priest: Newfoundland.

Stanley: King of Newfoundland, huh?

Stan is now down from the wall, wearing the waiter's suit over his uniform. Priest hands him a piece of Oval Office note paper, covered in scribbles.

Stanley: So, this makes me King of...

Priest turns the paper the right way up for him.

Priest: Newfoundland, yes. By my supreme executive authority, I invest you as the king.

Stanley: Excellent. I'll call you as soon as we get back to the Lexx.

Priest: How?

Stanley: Oh, we're much more advanced than you are. I can call right to your desk.

Stan gets into the moth.

Priest: Good. And I'll find out where Prince is.

Stanley: Find out exactly where.

Priest: Exactly, yes.

Stanley: Time to close the book on Prince.

The moth takes off, and Priest laughs. The roof of the bunker opens, and the moth flies away. In the ATF bunker, Prince walks into his office. Two guards follow.

Prince: You're sure it was the President?

Guard: Yes sir.

Prince: And what exactly were he and Stanley Tweedle talking about?

Guard: We don't know sir.

Prince: Why not?

Prince sits down behind his desk.

Guard: He asked us to leave the chamber.

Prince: Well why didn't you come up here?

Guard: We - didn't know that was allowed, sir.

Prince: Well the next time that Stanley Tweedle and the President have a little chit chat, you have my permission to come into this office. You can hear them quite well from here.

Guard: Yes sir.

Prince: Thank you.

The guards leave. Prince switches on his large overhead TV screen. It has a small window for Tweedle cam in the corner, but for now Prince concentrates on the news. After the news, Prince enlarges the Stan screen, and now he can see it's the waiter. He switches off the screen, and leaves his office. He’s defiantly not happy about this and will soon get Priest back for what he’s up to.

Back at the White House. The First Lady is staring in disbelief at Priest.

First Lady: That's your plan? That's the dumbest thing I've ever heard.

Priest: No, sweetie - Captain Tweedle says his spaceship can fire a tiny little beam, at precisely.

First Lady: And you believed him?

Priest: Well, yes.

First Lady: You know, I knew you were dumb Regie, but I had no idea you were actually retarded.

She grabs him by his ear.

First Lady: How are you going to pinpoint Prince? Is he gonna go around telling you precisely where he is?

The phone rings. Priest wriggles free to answer it.

Priest: Yeah? Isambard - how are you? And where are you?

Prince: I just called to tell you I'm in Miami, for a couple of days, to meet with some Cuban hit men.

He's not in Miami at all - he's in his office. Prince is hoping to catch Priest in a disobedient act.

Priest: Er, good good, fine fine. So, where in Miami are you, exactly?

Prince: My meetings taking place in a small yacht, about two miles off South Beach - why?

Priest: Isambard, I've got to go. Call me back.

Priest hangs up. Prince looks at the phone. The First Lady helps Priest find an atlas book and open a page up to the north American continent, to point out where Miami is on the map. Later, Priest is on a mobile phone with a small satellite dish. He calls Stanley, who is aboard the Lexx, to put him on hold with coordinates of Prince’s location on Earth.

A phone rings on his desk. He holds it to his other ear.

Priest: Prince?

Prince: Yes?

He's still in his office, holding a small potted plant.

Priest: Are you still there, where you are? On a boat?

Prince: Yes, I'm still here.

Priest: Oh, sorry about that, I was on the other line.

Prince: I'm off the coast of Florida. That's the bit that sticks out at the bottom right hand corner of the United States.

Priest: Off Miami, right?

Prince: Yes, I'm in a small boat off South Beach.

Priest: Could - could you say exactly how far off?

Prince: Why?

Priest: Well, I just like to know exactly where my trusty old number two man - I mean, number one man, is.

Prince: I see. Well, just, just give me a moment here please.

He keeps Priest waiting.

Prince: My exact position is 25 degrees 45 minutes north, by 80 degrees 16 minutes west. Did you get that?

Priest and the First Lady search frantically for pen and paper.

Priest: Oh, I am sorry - could you repeat that?

Prince: 25 degrees 45 minutes north, by 80 degrees 16 minutes west.

Priest: Thank you, Isambard.

Prince: It's my pleasure.

Priest: Mm, I see, good good, fine fine

Prince's office is actually underneath the White House.

Prince: Bye bye.

Priest hangs up the other phone. He stands and looks at the First Lady.

Priest: And what do you think?

First Lady: I think you should have rotted in the jungles of Vietnam, and I should have married Dr Schnapsklapper.

In his office, Prince nibbles on the plant - he doesn't like it. He switches on a small television. In the White House, Priest and the First Lady stick their fingers in their ears. Later, the phone rings.

Priest: Prince?

Prince is making gurgling noises on the other end. Priest hangs up. He and the First Lady smile. The TV is on. On the news, there seems to be a bulletin on the explosion seems to have completely obliterated the city of Orlando, Florida. Priest and the First Lady sink down onto a couch in disappointment.

Priest: Orlando?

First Lady: Idiot.

It won’t be long before Prince shows up to ask them if they had anything to do with the destruction with Orlando. It wasn’t long before the First Lady is hitting Priest with a broom, in anger.

First Lady: You low-grade idiot!

Priest: What?

First Lady: Prince is still alive! Not only that, you just blew up Orlando!

Priest: I tried my best, sweetie.

First Lady: Don't you call me sweetie, you little war hero!

She leans on the desk, scared.

First Lady: What will Prince do to us when he finds out?

Prince: Finds out - what?

Priest and the First Lady look up, all smiles. Prince has just walked into the office.

Priest/First Lady: Prince!

Prince: Finds out - what?

Priest: Nothing.

First Lady: We thought you were in Miami.

Prince: Yes. Well I'm not.

He smiles, walks up to the desk. Prince knows that the President and his wife were behind the attack on Orlando and that they intended somehow to kill him. But he doesn’t indicate his suspicions.

Prince: Mr President - it appears that we've had a spot of bother, in Orlando.
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Lexx: Disobedience	By : lexxfan4life Category: G through L > Lexx Views: 902 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own Lexx or make any profit from it.

Lexx: Disobedience