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Monday 7 September 2020

A Natural Eunuch

 



Tears in God's WIneskin: A Theology of Hospitality

Part 2: Eunuchs

 

Eunuchs in Roman Law & Rabbinical Literature

Eunuchs in Roman Law

The Digest of Justinian (483-565 C.E.), the collected established Roman law in Latin, concentrated on the work of the foremost Roman legal experts, Papinian, Ulpian, Paulus and Julian. [1] Statements in Roman law regarding eunuchs fell under the category of slavery and it was Ulpian (172-223 C.E.) who defined the eunuch as understood by the ancient Romans, “The name of eunuch is a general one; under it come those who are eunuchs by nature, those who are made eunuchs, and any other kind of eunuchs (probably those who voluntarily abstain from marriage).” [2] Ulpian’s definition of three kinds of eunuchs is in accord with the teaching of Jesus and it is clear from Roman law that eunuchs were not solely castrated men. Born or natural eunuchs were capable of marriage, even if they had no attraction for women, and were legally allowed to marry, as noted by Justinian. [3]

If a natural eunuch was generally considered to be homosexual, what would be the point of marriage to a woman? Since the majority of eunuchs were slaves the primary reason would have been a commercial one: producing children for the slave owner in order to increase his stock. Just as some homosexual men today marry and sire children, so then procreation did not change the innate sexual orientation of a homosexual eunuch any more than heterosexual marriage changed then or changes now innate sexual orientation. Legal marriages ensured legitimate children and children born in wedlock were simply more beneficial than bastards. Similarly, a natural eunuch might be purchased and married by a woman in order to produce children for her and the eunuch, being a slave, had little say in the matter. Those natural eunuchs who were free men might marry simply to escape from the occasional ridicule they faced, [4] perhaps viewing a heterosexual life as a safer way to live or even hoping to be cured.

Roman law established that slave sellers were required to inform their customers if any slave carried disease or had a defect, with disease defined as being an unnatural physical condition impairing the body for its intended purposes, including procreation. Just as used car dealers today are prohibited under the law from concealing major flaws in cars, so Roman slave dealers were prohibited from concealing serious flaws in slaves offered for sale. Rulings in Justinian’s Digest helped determine what kinds of flaws negated a purchase contract if the seller did not report them prior to the sale. [5] Small wounds, old scars or stuttering speech were called defects and as minor flaws did not require disclosure, but major flaws such as blindness or tuberculosis, were regarded as diseases and required disclosure. In this context, Sabinus defines disease as, “an unnatural physical condition whereby the usefulness of the body is impaired.” [6] Similarly, Ulpian declares that, “if there be any defect or disease which impairs the usefulness and serviceability of the slave, that is a ground for rescission,” but he matter-of-factly refers to slight fevers and trivial wounds as having, “no liability if it be not declared; such things can be treated as beneath notice.” [7] Vivian further states, “we should still regard as sane those with minor mental defects,” otherwise a slave risked having his or her health denied, “. . . without limit . . . because he is frivolous, superstitious, quick-tempered, obstinate or has some other flaw of mind.” [8] Ulpian refers to disease and deformity and then adds, “To me it appears the better view that a eunuch is not diseased, any more than one who, having one testicle is capable of procreation.” [9] It is clear that Roman law did not view all eunuchs as genitally defective and a natural eunuch was neither a castrated man nor suffered from genital deformity. Rather, he had no sexual attraction towards women and it is highly doubtful that a natural eunuch was not understood, by those during New Testament times, to be homosexual.

Apuleius, a student of both Plato and Plat and known for his prose, speaks of “half-men” (semiviri) who call each other “girls” (puellae) and offer both passive and active sex to young men. [10]  He connects these eunuchs to those who serve as cultic priests of the goddess Cybele, a traditional role for eunuchs. Interestingly, it is relatively common today to hear gay men call each other “Girl” and Apuleius regards the natural eunuchs of his day as fully intact males with sexual attraction for other men. Pliny the Elder refers to natural eunuchs as a “third gender called half-male” (semiviri) [11] as does Ovid [12] and Tertullian, [13] while the Roman historian Suetonius expresses concern over the involvement of Emperor Titus with pederasts, recording that he was, “suspected of riotous living, since he protracted his revels until the middle of the night with the most prodigal of his friends; likewise of unchastity because of his troops of catamites and eunuchs.” [14] It is unlikely that Titus would be ‘unchaste’ with eunuchs if they were missing genitalia and Suetonius clearly groups together eunuchs and catamites when referring to homosexual activity.

Certainly, to ‘love boys’ was a permitted practice within Roman law. Not only so, but it was generally accepted by social opinion, having solid support in both military and educational institutes. Theodore W. Jennings speaks of how it is thoroughly documented as being a high honour for boys to be chosen and taken for training by older warriors in the citizen militia of Athens who would also take them as lovers, and is well attested to regarding the famous love affair of Hadrian and Antineus. Similarly in the Samurai culture of Japan, wakashūdo, the ‘way of adolescent boys,’ was an established custom, with an older warrior taking a boy to train in the Samurai arts and, with the boy’s permission, as his lover until the boy came of age. [15]

For civilians, it was believed that there were two kinds of boys, good boys (agathoi), with whom men could develop pederastic relationships, and call boys (pornoi) who were used as one night stands. [16] Nissinen points out that a popular boy could be surrounded by lovers and thus choose his lover from several rivals. [17] He further notes that this bears similarities between the erōmenas and kinaidos, where being the erōmenas was considered honourable for the passive male, while kinaidos carried the stigma of a male being effeminate and desiring penetration. It was less the act and more the effeminacy of the submissive partner that became frowned upon in society. Whether the boy was a prostitute or not, “[t]he unmanliness or effeminacy of a man was regarded as a moral problem.” [18] A stigma increasingly faced by the natural eunuch. Girlishness or sissiness of a passive partner provoked distain and contempt, since it was regarded as a deliberate rejection of one’s masculinity.

Stephen Moore considers on the one hand the Greek and Latin terms anthrōpos, anēr, arsēn, homo, vir, masculus and their cognates, and on the other, the English terms man, male, masculine and their cognates. At the height of status were adult male free citizens, supremely but not exclusively rulers, magistrates and the heads of prestigious households, basically those who socially and economically led the town or city. These were ‘true men’ or vir, and below them were the ‘unmen’ – females, boys, slaves of both sexes, sexually passive or effeminate males, eunuchs (castrates), barbarians and so forth. Free born Roman males could, with impunity, be sexually active but not passive with other males; the law solely prohibited rape, so long as a liaison was consensual it was acceptable. [19] Apart from adultery or rape, the sexual practises for the ‘true man’ that were considered to be against convention involved incest, oral-genital contact or a strange mix of positions and situations relatively impossible or unlikely such as sex with a god, self-anal penetration, self fellating, necrophilia or bestiality. [20]

Interestingly, also included in Roman lists of prohibited sex is the penetration of a woman by another woman, which has far more to do with protection of the male ego within a male-dominant society, than with social comment on lesbianism. Sex was regarded as male initiated and centred significantly on the penis and the act of penetration. [21] The very idea that a woman could or would take on the masculine role of penetrator was anathema to Roman men, as Moore notes, “Purity of gender was no mere abstraction for such males; rather they perceived it as having social consequences of the most concrete and immediate kind.” A woman who dared cross this sacred line was abhorred: “[S]uch a woman – if that indeed is what ‘she’ was – pissed in the sacred waters of gender itself and sent ripples of alarm through the minds and texts of elite Greco-Roman males.” [22]

Since the concept of honour existed only for males, the idea of a male being sexually submissive to another male may have meant loss of honour for the submissive male but the gain of honour for the dominant male. However, the anomalous idea of a woman gaining honour by acting like a male and engaging in sexual activity with another woman meant the loss of honour for all males and thus female homoeroticism was considered a crime against all men and therefore the gods.

Same-sex relationships, at least for males then, were honoured during religious rites and festivals where the gods would be invoked on their behalf, not surprisingly since most of the accounts of male deities of ancient Greek culture contain stories of homoerotic relationships with beautiful young human males, for example Zeus and Ganymede, Achilles and Patroclus. [23] With the arrival of Sappho, and the popularity of her poetry even female homoeroticism lost its stigma. Notably, same-sex relationships are supported, affirmed and praised by a vast body of ancient literature. [24] At the same time, however, we should take care not to assume cultural similarities to a modern day West, as Michael Foucault is careful to note, “. . . the notion of homosexuality is plainly inadequate as a means of referring to an experience, forms of valuation, and a system of categorization so different from ours. The Greeks did not see love for one’s own sex and love for the other sex as opposites, as two exclusive choices, two radically different types of behaviour. The dividing lines did not follow that kind of boundary.” [25]

 

Eunuchs in Rabbinical Literature

Rabbis at the time of Jesus distinguished two kinds of eunuchs: the ‘sěrîs ’ādām,’ a castrated man and ‘se sěrîs ḥammâ,’ a natural eunuch or eunuch of the sun. The epithet of ‘eunuch of the sun’ appears to relate to a male born incapable of reproduction, so the sun never shines on him as a man and the Mishnah sites various measures by which the natural eunuch might be recognized. Being a castrated man, a sěrîs ’ādām was not allowed to enter into the assembly of the Lord (Yebamoth 8:70a), in accordance with Deut. 23:2, “He who is wounded in the testicles . . . shall not enter into the congregation of the Lord.” He was banned from worship since removal of or defect in either or both testicles disqualified him religiously as an Israelite male. Neither a castrated or natural eunuch was to be judged as a rebellious son (Deut. 21:18) because he was not considered to be a man. [26] Every Israelite was commanded to perpetuate his race, so to be a natural or castrated eunuch was frowned upon and further implied ineligibility to marry. Anyone performing castration on a man could expect severe punishment. [27] However, a distinction was made between one who actually performed castration and one who caused a man to be castrated. For the former, punishment was ‘malkot’ or thirty-nine lashes, but for the latter the number of lashes could be without limit.

If the natural eunuch was anatomically intact, what else defined him? For this, ancient notions of reproduction and how it occurred must be considered. Ancient physicians had no understanding of human sperm and eggs, believing that conception was caused by an energising heat found only in males, which transformed dormant fluids in the male into a fully generative state, similar to jelly turning from a liquid to a solid mass. When implanted in the womb, this male ‘seed’ would be nourished in the female and develop into a baby. According to understanding dating back to Aristotle, women’s fluids were non-generative because their bodies were believed to be too cool and moist to produce semen, which was why women could not produce children without males; production of a child depended upon the ‘cooking’ of semen by the heat of the male orgasm. Natural eunuchs were similarly regarded to be cool and moist, their fluids too watery and sterile to generate a baby and since semen was potentially transformed into a baby through the heat of male sexual passion with a woman, natural eunuchs were considered unable to procreate since they experienced sexual passion with other men. Only if a eunuch could penetrate and reach passionate orgasm with a woman and implant his generated semen into her could he procreate like a man. However, if he did so he would of course no longer be thought to be a eunuch, having established himself as a fully heterosexual male.

Like Roman law, the Babylonian Talmud distinguished with clear legal consequences between natural and man-made eunuchs. In Yebamoth, Chapter 8.79b, Rabbis Joshua, Akibah and Eliezer consider the law of chalitsah. [28] Rabbi Joshua wonders whether a eunuch had to marry a widowed sister-in-law in accordance with Deuteronomic law and so produce children for the dead brother or be released under the law of chalitsah. Rabbi Akibah explains that a castrated eunuch must submit to chalitsah, because prior to castration he was once in a state of fitness, but a natural eunuch has no need to submit to chalitsah, since there never was a time when he was fit to marry. Rabbi Eliezer opposes this and explains that a natural eunuch must marry, because he might be cured, while a castrated eunuch cannot marry, since he cannot be cured.

Martti Nissinen correctly notes that Rabbinic texts have no actual term for homosexuality than does the Hebrew Bible and Rabbis were more concerned with the blurring of gender roles and the penetration of a male rather than same-sex desire or attraction. [29] He refers to how the Talmud contains only one story that implies sexual interaction between Jewish men (Mishnah Tractate Sanhedrin 6. 4, 23c). It concerns Rabbi Judah ben Pazzi entering the attic of a school building and catching two men engaged in a sexual act. The men tell the Rabbi simply that they are two and he is only one, meaning that within Jewish law two witnesses or more were required to testify to the actuality of an event. The story, however, confirms the reality of same-sex sexual activity within Jewish communities and as Nissinen points out, “Specific moral commands and norms are born from the needs of the time and the place; the fundamental thing is that love become real and influential in the process.” [30]

Lesbianism, as across most historical literature, has almost no mention. However, in a discussion between Rabbis concerning the required status of a woman intent on marrying a priest, it is agreed that a harlot cannot qualify to be a priest’s wife, but Rabbi Eleazer surmises this means a woman who has previously slept with a man but not a woman who has slept with another woman. (Yebamoth 76a). In the Palastinian Talmud the Rabbis disagree on this issue, with the Shammai school forbidding a woman to marry a priest if she and another woman have ‘rubbed’ each other, and the school of Hillel allowing the marriage to go ahead. (Gittin 8:10, 49c).

In the Talmud, the distinction between natural eunuchs and castrated eunuchs was substantive as in Roman law although the castrated eunuch seemed entitled to more privileges than the natural eunuch, for example, being entitled to have a child produced in his name by his brother if he died childless. The natural eunuch was discouraged from marrying in the first place, being considered generally unfit and exempt from levirate marriage while the castrated eunuch was not, strongly implying that the natural eunuch was understood to be a gay man. However, what is most significant is Rabbi Eliezer’s comment about the natural eunuch possibly being cured, not unlike the assertion by some today, particularly evangelical Christians, who promote alleged cures for homosexuality.

For the Amoraim rabbis who composed the the Gemara or commentary to the Mishnah in the Babylonian Talmud, as related in Tractate Yebamoth 8: 79b-80b, identifying a ‘eunuch of the sun’ presented a problem and their musings of the possible means of identification are fascinating. None of the rabbis suggest looking for defects in the reproductive organs, but rather characteristics similar to Aristotle’s thoughts on the coldness of the eunuch’s body. These included the absence of pubic hair at the age of twenty (a mark of puberty under Roman law), lank hair and smooth skin, absence of froth in urine, urine which does not ferment and inability to form an arch when urinating, watery semen or absence of steam from the body after a winter bath (both denoting feminine coldness), and an abnormally high-pitched voice, indistinguishable as male or female. The rabbis further suggest that natural eunuchism was caused when an expectant mother drank strong beer and baked bread at noon, implying that the condition arose from a combination of alcohol and exposure to heat during pregnancy. It also provides an alternative explanation for the term ‘eunuch of the sun,’ indicating a premature ‘burn-out’ relating to male heat.

From the language used in both Roman law and Rabbinical literature when referring to the natural eunuch it is impossible to imagine what else is being referred to other than a gay man. It is clearly not a reference to a man born with genital defects, otherwise rabbis would not debate the possibility of a cure that was no less physically miraculous than a cure for a castrated male. It should also be remembered that until the 19th century the terms ‘homosexual’ and ‘homosexuality’ simply did not exist, so it is the language, accounts and context in available literature that confirm the natural eunuch as a homosexual.

 

[1] Emperor Justinian’s legal commission edited approximately fourteen hundred years of Roman law. More than two thousand ancient law books were consulted to produce The Digest of Justinian, the English translation of which is some four thousand pages long. Ulpian’s legal commentaries were among the books consulted by Justinian’s scholars and provide the basis of one third of the digest. Ulpian was an outstanding expert on Roman law and his legal opinions carried evidentiary weight that was respected and consistently referred to.

[2] Alan Watson [trans.], The Digest of Justinian, Vol. IV: Book 50, 128 (Philadelphia: University of Pennsylvania Press, 1985), p.458.

[3] Watson, The Digest of Justinian, Vol.2, Book XXIII: 39, p.217 (see my previous reference in Jesus and Eunuchs).

[4] While accepted as part of an integrated society, nevertheless castrated eunuchs and natural eunuchs were a target for the satirists of the day, such as Juvenal who observed, “When a soft eunuch takes to matrimony . . . it is hard not to write satire.” The Satires 1:22.

[5] Watson, The Digest of Justinian, Vol.1, Book XXI: 7, p.144.

[6] Watson, The Digest of Justinian, Vol.1, Book XXI: 7, p.144.

[7] Watson, The Digest of Justinian, Vol.1: Book XXI: 8, p.145

[8] Watson, The Digest of Justinian, Vol.1: Book XXI: 9, p.145

[9] Watson, The Digest of Justinian, Vol.1: Book XXI: 6, p.146.

[10] Mary Tighe and Hudson Gurney [trans.], The Works of Apuleius: Comprising the Metamorphoses or Golden Ass, the God of Socrates, the Florida and his Defence or A Discourse on Magic, (London: Bell, 1878), pp.163-65.

[11] “Man is the only creature in which the testes are ever broken, either accidentally or by some natural malady; those who are thus afflicted form a third class of half men, in addition to hermaphrodites and eunuchs.” John Bostock [trans.], Pliny the Elder, The Natural History, Book 11:110, (Perseus Digital Library), Available Online at: (http://www.perseus.tufts.edu/hopper/text?doc=Perseus%3Atext%3A1999.02.0137%3Abook%3D11%3Achapter%3D110

[12] William S. Anderson [ed.], Ovid’s Metamorphoses, Books I-V, (Oklahoma: University of Oklahoma Press, 1997), pp.453-54.

[13] Tertullian calls eunuchs “tertium sexus” a third sex: “Indeed, you have a third kind of being, though not a third mode [of behaviour] but a third sex, more fittingly mocked by men and women than counted among either of them.”   Quoted in Stephen O. Murray, Homosexualities (Chicago: University of Chicago Press, 2000), p.301.

[14] J. C. Rolf [trans.], Suetonius, De Vita Caesarum – Divus Titus, c. 110 C.E. (Fordham University Ancient History Sourcebook), Available Online at: http://www.fordham.edu/halsall/ancient/suet-titus-rolfe.asp

[15] Theodore Jennings Jnr, Jacob’s Wound: Homoerotic Narrative in the Literature of Ancient Israel (New York and London: Continuum, 2005), p.12, referring to David F. Greenberg, Construction of Homosexuality (Chicago, University of Chicago Press, 1990), pp.110-16.

[16] Kenneth J. Dover, Greek Homosexuality (New York: Vintage Books, 1978), p.96 & 301.

[17] Martti Nissinen, Homoeroticicism in the Biblical World: A Historic Perspective (Minneapolis: Fortress Press, 1998), p.67.

[18] Nissinen, Homoeroticism in the Biblical World, p.87.

[19] Stephen D. Moore,‘Of Men and Unmen’ in, God’s beauty Parlour and Other Queer Spaces in and Around the Bible (Stamford CA: Stamford University Press, 2001) p.135-146.

[20] See Craig A. Wiliams: Roman Homosexuality (Oxford & New York: Oxford University Press, 1999) pp.197-203. See also John J.Winkler, The Constraints of Desire: The Anthropology of Sex and Gender in Ancient Greece (New York: Routledge, 1990) p.42-43.

[21] Bernadette J. Brooten, Love between Women: Early Christian Responses to Female Homoeroticism (Chicago, Chicago University Press, 1996), p.241-52, relating to Brooten’s commentary on Romans 1:26.

[22] Stephen D. Moore, God’s Beauty Parlour, p.149 – referring to Judith P. Hallett, Female Homoeroticism and the Denial of Roman Reality in, Judith P. Hallett and Marilyn B. Skinner [Eds.] Roman Sexualities   (Princeton, NJ: Princeton University Press, 1997), p.255-72.

[23] See for example, Christine Downing, Myths and Mysteries of Same-sex Love (New York, Continuum 1989) p.146-67; also W.A. Percy III, Pederasty and Pedagogy in Archive Greece (Urbona, Univ of Illanois Press, 1996) p.53-58.

[24] See Michael Foucault. History of Sexuality, Vol.2 The Use of Pleasure (New York: Vintage Books, 1990), pp187-214; also Dover, Greek Homosexuality. P.4-15; also Kenneth J. Dover, Greek Homosexuality (New York: Vintage Books, 1978), pp 4-15.

[25] Foucault, History of Sexuality, Vol.2, p.187.

[26] Israel Slotki [trans.], I Epstein [ed.], The Soncino Babylonian Talmud: Mishnah Tractate Yebamoth 8:80b.

[27] Rabbi Dr H. Freedman [trans.], I. Epstein [ed.], The Soncino Babylonian Talmud: Mishnah Tractate Shabbath 111a.

[28] According to Deuteronomy 25:5-10, when a man dies childless, it is his brother's responsibility to marry the widow and produce a child in his brother's name. The ceremony of chalitzah was instituted to enable the widow and brother-in-law to refuse this responsibility and avoid marriage. The ceremony involved the widow removing one of her brother-in-law’s shoes and spitting in his face, releasing them both from further obligation to each other.

[29] Martti Nissinen, Homoeroticism in the Biblical World: A Historical Perspective (Minneapolis: Fortress Press, 1998), p.98.

[30] Nissinen, Homoeroticism in the Biblical World. P.140.

Sunday 13 October 2019

World X-Files Day




SKINNER: 
I can't represent you.

MULDER: 
You know all the facts, the details the whole government conspiracy. 
(MULDER looks at SKINNER.) 
More than that, 

I TRUST YOU.

(SKINNER is stunned silent by the weight of MULDER'S complete faith in him ... of MULDER'S willingness to put his life in SKINNER'S hands.)

SCULLY: 
Mulder ...

MULDER: 
They can't try me without exposing themselves. I know what I'm doing.



SCENE 23 
TEXAS-NEW MEXICO BORDER 
5:07 AM
(The SUV driven by MULDER makes it was down the road. It pulls off to the side.)

(MULDER cuts the engine, leans toward SCULLY who is sleeping and gently kisses her cheek. He gets out of the car.)

(MULDER unzips his pants and relieves himself, when ...)

FROHIKE: Hey, hot shot! You might have the common courtesy of doing your business there downwind.

MULDER: Oh, boy.

LANGLY: Why don't you just finish draining the little lizard and then we'll talk?

BYERS: We're very worried about you.

FROHIKE: It's craziness, man. Turn around.

LANGLEY: Just hang a big U-ie and never look back.

MULDER: I can't.

BYERS: Why risk perfect happiness, Mulder? Why risk your lives?

MULDER: Because I need to know the truth.

BYERS: You already know the truth.

(MULDER thinks about that one for a moment. When he responds, its with complete honesty at what he's really doing there.)

MULDER: I need to know if I can change it.

LANGLY: Change it?

FROHIKE: For crying out loud. All you're going to do is get yourself killed.

(From behind him, SCULLY got out of the car to look for MULDER.)

SCULLY: Mulder! What are you doing?

MULDER: I'll be right with you, Scully.

(They both get back into the car.)

CUT TO:

(Day. The road they're driving on will soon end at a hidden pueblo carved into the side of a mountain.)

(MULDER stops the car. They both get out. SCULLY looks around.)

SCULLY: What are they?

MULDER: Pueblos. Anasazi Indian. Abandoned 2,000 years ago. Nobody knows why.

SCULLY: Yeah, Mulder, but what are we doing here?

(MULDER points high to the window of a ruin along the way. There's smoking coming out from the window. Someone is there.)

(MULDER heads off in that direction. SCULLY follows. They both begin to climb up to meet the Keeper of the Truth.)

CUT TO:

(Inside on of the pueblos. An old Indian woman tends to the fire. MULDER and SCULLY enter the area where she lives.)

MULDER: Hello. My name is Fox Mulder. Do you understand me?

(The old woman looks at MULDER. Without a word, she rises from her chair and pushes the cloth curtain back and disappears behind it.

(SCULLY moves up from behind MULDER and passes him bringing her closer to the curtain. She turns around to look at MULDER.)

SCULLY: Mulder, what is it?

MULDER: I was sent a message and a key to the government facility at Mount Weather. The Indians said it was from a wise man who lived in the ruins: A Keeper of the Truth.

CUT TO:

(REYES and DOGGETT are traveling by helicopter above, doing a visual search for MULDER and SCULLY based upon the information given to them by GIBSON PRAISE.)

REYES: Do you see anything at all?

(DOGGETT shakes his head and continues to scan the grounds below.)

CUT TO:




SCENE 24
(Cave entrance. MULDER and SCULLY make their way through the narrow passageway at the mouth of the cave. They're led there by the old Indian Woman. At the end where it opens up into a living space, an old white-haired man sits there waiting for them.)

(MULDER enters first followed by SCULLY.)

CSM: What's the matter, Agent Mulder?

(CSM / C.G.B. SPENDER takes a drag of the cigarette through the hole in his trachea.)

CSM: You come to see the wise man but you look as if you've seen a ghost.

MULDER: You're no wise man. You're a dead man. Just like Krycek and X.

CSM: You see a dead man, Agent Scully?

SCULLY: I hoped and prayed you were dead you chain-smoking, son of a bitch.

(MULDER looks more than a little shocked to see CSM still alive.)

CSM: You waste your time. Ask Mulder. He knows the futility of hopes and prayers. He knows the truth now.

(SCULLY looks confused at what CSM'S saying. CSM zeroes in on this immediately and begins to exploit it as he's done so many times before.)

CSM: You have told her the truth haven't you, Fox? I helped you find it.

MULDER: You didn't help me. You sent me to that government facility knowing exactly what I'd find.

CSM: And now you refuse to speak it. Not to Scully, not to anyone. You've even refused to testify what you learned ... even though it would have saved your life. You damned me for my secrets ... but you're afraid to speak the truth.

(CSM takes another drag from his cigarette.)

MULDER: You call me afraid? Look at you sitting here alone in the dark like a fossil.

(CSM exhales a puff of smoke around him.)

CSM: It's the final refuge. The last place to hide from those who are insidiously taking power now.

SCULLY: Who?

CSM: The aliens. They fear this place ... its geology. Magnetite. Like that which brought down the original UFO in Roswell. Indian wise men realized this over 2,000 years ago. They hid here and watched their own culture die. The Original Shadow Government.

CUT TO:




SCENE 25
(Outside the pueblos. The helicopter (#N218SS) carrying DOGGETT and REYES land outside the Anasazi Pueblos. They've found MULDER and SCULLY'S SUV. They both get out of the helicopter and it takes off leaving them there.)

(REYES sees an ominous-looking black SUV make its way toward them. There's a lone driver in it.)

REYES: Agent Doggett!

DOGGETT: Who the hell's that?

(It's KNOWLE ROHRER. DOGGETT and REYES both look worried as the dead man lives once again.)

CUT TO:




SCENE 26
(Back inside the pueblo, CSM takes a drag from his cigarette.)

CSM: It leaves me to tell you what Mulder's afraid to, Agent Scully.

MULDER: Come on, let's go.

(SCULLY doesn't budge,)

CSM: It's a scary story. You want to come sit on my lap?

SCULLY: You don't scare me.

CSM: My story's scared every president since Truman in '47.

MULDER: You don't have to hear this.

SCULLY: No, I want to hear it, Mulder.

CSM: Ten centuries ago the Mayans were so afraid that their calendar stopped on the exact date that my story begins. December 22, the year 2012. The date of the final alien invasion. Mulder can confirm the date. He saw it at Mount Weather ... ...where our own "Secret Government" will be hiding when it all comes down.

(SCULLY looks at MULDER. He doesn't take his eyes off of CSM. CSM has a wild glint in his eye - almost a crazed look.)

MULDER: Yeah, you smile ... feeling drunk with power. The power to do nothing.

CSM: My power comes from telling you. Seeing your powerlessness hearing it. They wanted to kill you, Fox. I protected you all these years ... waiting for this moment ... to see you broken. Afraid.

(MULDER lifts his head and schools his features to reveal nothing.)

CSM: Now you can die.

CUT TO:




SCENE 27
(Two heavily armed black ops helicopters are flying low along the roadway head to the Anasazi Pueblos.)

CUT BACK TO:




SCENE 28
(Outside the pueblos, KNOWLE ROHRER advances on DOGGETT and REYES who continue to back up slowly. Soon they won't have any room to back up anymore. DOGGETT reaches for his gun. REYES reaches for hers. They both hold it on ROHRER knowing full well that it'll be useless.)

DOGGETT: Run, Monica. Get out of here.

REYES : No.

(DOGGETT glances at REYES, accepting her decision to stand next to him.)

DOGGETT (to ROHRER): Knowle Rohrer. That's far enough.

(ROHRER continues to advance. An arrogant smugness about him.)

ROHRER: Shoot me, Agent Doggett, if you think it'll make a difference this time.

(DOGGETT fires. The bullet harmlessly hits ROHRER in the chest. He continues to stand there with the smugness about him.)

(DOGGETT and REYES both continue to back up as KNOWLE ROHRER continues to advance toward them.)

(They've run out of room behind them. ROHRER, on the other hand, has also stopped advancing. In fact, he seems to be struggling to move forward. A confused look on his face.)

(DOGGETT lowers his weapon. Something is happening to ROHRER. He's starting to spasm, He lifts his arms, unable to control their shaking. Black metallic oxidation appears on the skin under his arms and rapidly spreads.)

(DOGGETT and REYES watch as the metal within ROHRER becomes the metal without. ROHRER looks afraid. When the metal completely covers his exterior, ROHRER is sucked into the rocks. DOGGETT pushes REYES out of ROHRER'S path.)

(ROHRER smashes into the rock. REYES looks completely shocked at what she just witnessed.)

MULDER: Agent Doggett!

(Both MULDER and SCULLY appear outside the second level doorway.)

DOGGETT: Mulder, get out of there!

REYES: They know where you are!

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(The two black helicopters continue their path to the ruins. We see they are both very heavily armed.)

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(DOGGETT and REYES climb into MULDER and SCULLY'S vehicle and drive it closer to MULDER and SCULLY as they make their way down the ruins.)

(MULDER runs alongside their vehicle as they approach. DOGGETT stops the car.)

MULDER: Get out of here!

DOGGETT: Get in the car.

MULDER: No!

(DOGGETT looks a little confused. They don't have much time. MULDER tells them again to leave.)

MULDER: (insistent) Go! Go!

(MULDER and SCULLY both run to the other vehicle at the site. The vehicle left behind by KNOWLE ROHRER. DOGGETT takes off.)

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(The helicopters are rapidly approaching the site. They're still not in view of the ruins.)

CUT BACK TO:

(MULDER and SCULLY get in the abandoned vehicle and take off in a different direction from DOGGETT and REYES. They disappear from their view around the hill.)

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(The helicopters round the mountain side. MULDER and SCULLY barely escape detection. The helicopters position themselves across the ruins.)

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(The old Indian Woman inside the pueblo panics as her pots and pans rattle at the disturbance. The helicopters hover just outside her window.)

(They fire missile after missile aimed at the ruins, destroying them whole sections at a time in fiery explosions.)

(The old Indian Woman screams.)

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(CSM sits inside his final "refuge", a cigarette in his hand.)

(The pueblos explode with each missile fired. The ancient stones crumble to the ground. Fire burns what little there is to burn.)

(The black helicopters swing around and hover just outside the old Indian Woman's windows. A dreamcatcher hangs from the window with the black helicopter in its sites.)

(Another missile is fired and another portion of the ruins destroyed.)

(Inside, CSM takes a last drag from his cigarette. He throws the remainder on the ground.)

(Outside, in perfect positions, the black helicopter hovers. A final missile is fired finding its intended target. The corridor and the cave fill with fire consuming the once-powerful man within.)

(The pueblos explode. Missiles upon missiles are fired until the entire mountainside is decimated. Their mission complete, the helicopters turn around and fly off into the horizon.)

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SCENE 29 
ROSWELL, NEW MEXICO
(Night. Outside a motel room, it's raining. Thunder rumbles. )

(Inside, MULDER is sitting on the floor, leaning back against the bed and his head resting back.)

SCULLY (o.s.): What are you thinking?

(MULDER is silent. Thoughtful.)

SCULLY: Mulder?

MULDER: I'm thinking ... I'm a guilty man. I've failed in every respect. I deserve the harshest punishment for my crimes.

SCULLY: (softly) You don't believe that.

(Mulder sighs.)

MULDER: I believe that I sat in a motel room like this with you when we first met and I tried to convince you of the truth. And in that respect, I succeeded, but ... in every other way ...

(MULDER turns to look at SCULLY)

MULDER: ... I've failed.

SCULLY: You don't believe that, either.

MULDER: Mmmm.

MULDER: I've been chasing after monsters with a butterfly net. You heard the man - the date's set. I can't change that.

SCULLY: You wouldn't tell me. Not because you were afraid or broken .... but because you didn't want to accept defeat.

MULDER: Well, I was afraid of what knowing would do to you.

(MULDER turns to look at SCULLY and confesses one of his greatest fears.)

MULDER: I was afraid that it would crush your spirit.

SCULLY: Why would I accept defeat? Why would I accept it, if you won't? Mulder, you say that you've failed but you only fail if you give up. And I know you -- you can't give up. It's what I saw in you when we first met. It's what made me follow you ... why I'd do it all over again.

MULDER: And look what it's gotten you.

SCULLY: And what has it gotten you? Not your sister. Nothing that you've set out for. But you won't give up, even now.

(SCULLY reaches out and takes hold of MULDER'S hand in a firm grip.)

SCULLY: You've always said that you want to believe. But believe in what Mulder? If this is the truth that you've been looking for then what is left to believe in?

MULDER: I want to believe that the dead are not lost to us. That they speak to us as part of something greater than us - greater than any alien force. And if you and I are powerless now, I want to believe that if we listen to what's speaking, it can give us the power to save ourselves.

SCULLY: Then we believe the same thing.

(SCULLY watches MULDER intently . MULDER looks like he Believes. SCULLY smiles at MULDER. MULDER reaches over and lightly picks up SCULLY'S cross. He reaches up and caresses her lips.)

(MULDER gets off of the floor and settles himself in bed next to SCULLY. He wraps himself around her, so that they are now holding each other closely.)

MULDER: (whispers) Maybe there's hope.

[Fade to black]

[THE *END*]







Wednesday 24 July 2019

Handsome Man, Saves Me From The Monsters










Charlie Skinner was Crazy.
 

He identified with Don Quixote, an old man with dementia who thought he could save The World from an epidemic of incivility simply by acting like a Knight.
 

His Religion was Decency.
 

And he spent a lifetime fighting its enemies.
 

I wish he could be here to learn the name of his successor like I just did.
Our new boss, the new president of ACN, is MacKenzie McHale.
 

So this fight is just getting started.
 

'Cause he taught the rest of us to be crazy, too.
 

You were a Man, Charlie.
You were a Great, Big Man.


LISTER: 
You're a piece of dirty filthy cheating scum, aren't you?

RIMMER: 
Absolutement!  And that is why I'll win.
Because I have the ability to think my way round problems rather than sticking to the straight, pre- programmed lines.  
That's why men, Lister, are so better than machines.


LISTER: 
Oh, I don't know, you know.  

I had this Geography teacher, Miss Foster.  
She took us on a school summer camp trip to Deganwy.  
I had the tent next to hers, right.  
And in the middle of the night I was woken up by this really weird noise.  

•She• didn't think Men were better than Machines....






Angel and Fred are riding double through what looks like low mountain country.  Angel looks around then pulls the horse to a stop, slides off, and helps Fred down. 

Angel:  
"I don't think they followed us.  We should probably stay on foot.  In case they try to track us down. 
(Gives the now riderless horse a push to get it going)  
Come on." 

Turns to Fred and finds her staring at him. 

Angel:  
"You okay?" 

Fred claps a hand to the side of her head.

Fred:  
"Handsome man - saved me from the monsters." 

Angel looks at her with a slight frown. 

Fred:  
"Bye." 

With that she runs off. 

Angel:  
"Hey.  Wait a minute." 

Hurries after her.

Fred runs through a wooded area, past a boulder.  Runs up then slowly makes his way along the boulder and into a cave. 
(Nice guitar/woodwind score music playing here.) 

Finds Fred (now wearing a pair of crooked glasses) busily adding to the carved symbols covering the walls of the cave. 

Angel:  
"Hello?" 

Fred hesitates for a moment then continues to write. 
Angel looks around the cave. Angel:  "Hey, great place." 
Slowly crosses the cave. 
Angel:  "You don't have to be afraid of me. Really. I-I'd never..." 
He comes up on a small pool of water and his attention is captured by his reflection in it. 
Angel:  "...hurt you?" 
Fred glances back at him, the quickly turns back to her carving. 
Angel:  "So, ah... So, you don't wanna talk to me?" 
Fred:  "I can't, huh?" 
Angel:  "Why won't you?" 
Fred:  "Because - you're not real. - Or I'm not real.  *Somebody* here isn't real and I suspect it's you.  So if you're not real, that means that my head came off back there and that I'm dead now.  Dead.  And with me being dead and you not being real I can hardly be expected to have some big conversation with you at the moment, because it's just a little too much pressure, alright?!" 
Angel holds up his hands:  "Okay.  Okay." 
Fred nods and turns back to her writing. 
Angel:  "What's that you're doing?" 
Fred looks up at the stuff covering the walls.  Some of it looks like the words form the book that opened the portal, other stuff resembles mathematical formulas. 
Fred:  "Uhm, I think I saw it in a dream." 
Angel:  "You've been here a long time." 
Fred:  "Always. - Not always." 
Angel spots something.  Picks it up.  It's a California drivers license for one Winifred Burke, living in Los Angeles, brown hair, 5'6", 114 pounds, expiration date 03-01-98. 
Fred turns around with a smile:  "I had a dream.  I had a name." 
Angel reads the license:  "Winifred." 
Fred hurries over and pulls the license out of his hand. 
Angel:  "You're the girl from Cordy's vision!" 
Fred:  "What?" 
Angel:  "They called you Fred.  You were studying to be a physicist." 
Fred:  "That's my dream." 
Angel:  "You disappeared from a library in Los Angeles five years ago." 
Fred shakes her head:  "Stop it." 
Angel:  "It's not a dream, Fred." 
Fred:  "It's not?" 
Angel:  "No." 
Fred:  "And my head's still on?" 
Angel gently pushes her glasses back up onto the bridge of her nose. 
Angel:  "Yeah." 
Fred smiles:  "You're real?" 
Angel smiles and nods. 
Fred's smile melts into a frown and she starts to shake her head as she moves a few steps away from Angel. 
Fred:  "No.  No, I don't want you to be real." 
Angel:  "Why?" 
Fred turning back to face him:  "Because!  You're nice, and you saved me.  And bad things will happen to you here.  (Shakes her head and looks down, twisting her fingers together)  Bad things always happen here." 
Angel:  "No, no, no. Nothing bad's gonna happen.  I-It's gonna be okay.  We-we can take you out of here." 
Fred:  "We?" 
Angel:  "Yeah.  Me and my friends.  We-we're working on a way to get out of here.  We can take you back." 
Fred:  "Can't get back.  There is no back." 
Angel:  "No, there is.  If we can open the portal...." 
Fred hurries closer:  "The portal!  She fell through the portal!" 
Angel:  "Who did?" 
Fred:  "That other girl.  I couldn't save her.  I was arrested.  They got her.  She's a slave.  She'll die!" 
Angel:  "Oh.  Cordy.  No, she's fine.  They made her a princess." 
Fred:  "They...  Really? - Oh.  (Looks down)  When I got here they... They didn't do that.  -  Well.  That's nice for her." 

Cordy is sitting on her throne.  A girl is polishing the nails on her right hand. 
Cordy:  "You're sure this is a good first date look?  I don't want to seem too easy.  I was thinking something more in a nice tailored suit - of armor. - So, so I figured we'd start slow.  A few dinners, some light conversation, nothing too heavy and *then* in three or four years, if we still feel like we're hitting it off okay, we'll ah..." 
Silas:  "Your majesty." 
Cordy:  "Yeah." 
Silas points towards the door:  "The groosalug." 
Cordy:  "Say, don't you think it would add an air of feminine mystery if I were to, you know, not be here?" 
She tries to get up but is pushed back down into her throne by a bluish hand on her shoulder. 
The double doors open and wheezing, bulky demon with horns shuffles in, a sack slung over it's shoulder. 
Cordy to one of her attendants:  "Kill me now." 
She looks back to find a handsome warrior following the beast into the throne room.  He claps the beast on the shoulder. 
Groo to beast:  "Just put those anywhere." 
Groo walks up to the throne and kisses the back of Cordy's hand. 
Groo:  "Majesty." 
Cordy:  "Oh."

Angel and Fred are walking outside between some low boulders. 
Fred:  "I've never been to the palace before.  I've seen it up there, on that hill, watching me." 
Angel:  "We just gotta find my friends." 
He slows, scans their surroundings. Two bucket-head soldiers on horseback, swords drawn come around a boulder. 
Angel: "Get down." 
Angel pushes Fred to the ground and tries to shield her with his own body, as the first guard charges and tires to swipe them with his sword. 
Angel:  "Look, you may see something that might frighten you, but I'm your friend, okay?" 
Angel jumps up to engage the guards as they come at them again while Fred runs to cower against the side of a boulder. 
The first guard charges Angel and he ducks under the sword, turns to find the second guard almost on top of him.  He morphs but instead of his usual vamp face appearing the morph continues until his whole face turns green and bumpy, framed by some almost horn-like protrusions, while his hands turn into claws. 
Fred flinches a little as Angel leaps to pull the second guard of his horse.  Angel lays into the downed guard with wild ferocity.  The guard screams as Angel literally rips one of his arms off and tosses it aside.  Seeing this the other guard turns his rearing horse, and flees. 
Angel buries his head against the guard's throat and the guard goes motionless.  Lifting his head Angel looks back at Fred, cowering against her boulder. 
Fred, shaking her head:  

"Bad things always happen here."

Break



Growling, Angel leaves the soldier and makes his way over to Fred, who tries to make herself as small as possible.  Angel leans in close to her and sniffs.  Blood is smeared around his mouth and coloring his teeth.  There is a piece of meat hanging form one fang. 
After a moment Angel abruptly turns to look over his shoulder and leaps away from Fred in a sudden flash of motion. 
Fred draws a few gasping breaths, then looks over at the mutilated corpse of the guard lying a few feet away.





INT. CONFERENCE ROOM - DAY
Angel is sitting at the head of the conference table, tapping his fingers impatiently as he stares at the room full of empty chairs. He rolls his head, shuffles and stacks papers, then leans forward and stares at the speakerphone.

ANGEL
(impatiently presses a button on the speakerphone)
Harmony!

HARMONY (O.S.)
(over speakerphone)
I know! I called everyone. They're just...

ANGEL
(irritated)
Not here. I can see that. 
If they were here, I wouldn't be alone. 
Why am I alone?

HARMONY
(walks into the conference room)
Well, you can be super grouchy.

ANGEL
(presses a button on the speakerphone, turning it off, then looks up at Harmony)
The meeting?

HARMONY
(shrugs)
Everyone's otherwise occupado, boss. 
Wesley's stuck baby-sitting Miss "I used to rule the world, bow down before me, minion scum." 
(puts her hands on her hips and shakes her head)
Why aren't we killing her, again?

ANGEL
Gunn.

HARMONY
(sighs thoughtfully)
Maybe... 
(leans on the back of a conference table chair)
...if we had a really big one.

ANGEL
(impatiently)
Where is Gunn?

HARMONY
(stands)
Oh. The hospital still. You know, from when Wesley... 
(mimes stabbing)
and Lorne's kinda M.I.A. since...

ANGEL
Fred.

HARMONY
(nods sadly)
Okey-dokey then. 
(shrugs with false cheer and exits)

SPIKE
(enters carrying a briefcase)
Where's the rest of the crew?

ANGEL
Apparently not coming.

SPIKE
But this is an important meeting.

ANGEL
At least somebody....

SPIKE
My first official parley as a very loosely affiliated member of the... what are we? 
(puts his briefcase on the conference table)
Tell me we're not Scoobies. 
(unlatches the briefcase)

ANGEL
We don't have a...

SPIKE
A name? Well, that's probably for the best. 
You'd want to be "Angel's Avengers" or something.

ANGEL
(frowns, mocking)
"Angel's Avengers," that's... 
(stops himself as he ponders the sound of it)

SPIKE
(sits)
So what's on the agenda? 
(reaches into his briefcase)

ANGEL
(leans over his papers)
Uh, I have assignments for people...
(looks up as the sound of a pop-top opening comes from Spike)

SPIKE
What? 
(Angel glares)
I'm listening. 
(holds up a beer can)
With beer. 
(drinks)

ANGEL
(glares at Spike)
Forget it. You know what? 
This isn't a meeting. This is you being annoying. 
(stands, sighs heavily, looks out the window)

SPIKE
(grabs a paper from the stack where Angel was sitting)
Hey, bullet points. Classy. 
(pauses to read, then holds up the paper to Angel with contempt)
Why am I always reconnaissance? I should get a decently flash gig like "save the girl" or "steal the emerald with the girl."

ANGEL
(stares at his feet)
"Handsome Man, Save Me From The Monsters."
(scoffs)

SPIKE
Exactly! Or... What's that now?

ANGEL
That's the first thing Fred said to me. In Pylea. 
(paces behind his chair)
She was trapped, hiding, afraid. 
Nearly crazy. Crazy. But brave. 
I should never have let her come here. 

Bad things always happen here.

SPIKE
Hate to break it to you, mate, but bad things always happen everywhere. 
Besides, she wanted to be here. It was her choice.

ANGEL
Was it?

SPIKE
Bugger. 
(stands)
You're fixing to do something stupid, aren't you?

ANGEL
Done it. Came here. 
Spend every day lying to myself about making The World a better place.

SPIKE
Welcome to The Planet. 
We all paint on our happy faces every day, when all we really wanted is to pound the neighbor's missus, steal his Ben Franklins, and while we're at it, not think about the third of The World that's starving to death. 
(walks toward the window, looks out)

ANGEL
I'm not saying that I can fix everything. I just... I... I have to do better. 
The senior partners have a plan.

SPIKE
(scoffs)
Yeah, the prophecy. 
That ever-lovin' Apocalypse you keep going on about.

ANGEL
Yeah, which Apocalypse? The one last year or the year before that? No, the senior partners are up to something now, and I'm not waiting for them to spring it on us. 
We're through operating in the dark.






Wes and Gunn are walking through the forest. 

Gunn:  "We're lost." 


Wesley:  "Nonsense.  I've been following the sun.  We're headed due west, back toward the village." 


Gunn:  "Which one?" 


Wesley:  "Which village?" 


Gunn:  

"Which sun?  There're two of them.  
Alternate dimension?  We're lost." 

Wesley stops and holds up a hand for silence. 


Gunn:  "You're having a Blair witch moment?" 


Wesley:  "Something's hunting us." 


Gunn smoothly slides in to stand back to back with Wes.
 

Gunn:  "Palace guards?" 

Wesley:  "I don't know." 


They pivot together to survey their surroundings.  Suddenly the Angel-beast appears on top of a rock, then jumps off, knocking both of them to the ground. 


Wes and Gunn pick themselves up and turn to look at the Angel-beast, fanning out so that the beast can't come at both of them at once. 


Gunn:  

"What the hell is it?" 

Wesley stumbles on a rock and falls.  The beast runs towards him hesitating a moment at the sight of the branch that Wes is holding in front of him.  At the same time Gunn begins to pelt the Angel-beast with rocks. 


Gunn:  

"Come on!  Come on!" 

The Angel-beast turns and Wes spots Angel's tattoo showing briefly through a rip in his clothing. 


Wesley:  

"It's Angel!" 

Gunn glances at Wes and the beast leaps, knocking him to the ground. 


Gunn is straining to hold the Angel-beast off far enough to keep out of the reach of its fangs. 


Wesley:  

"Angel!  Can you hear me? Angel!  Angel?" 


Fred slowly dips her hand into a leather pouch hanging by her side.  When she takes her balled hand back out it is dripping with blood.  She slowly raises it up into the air. 


We can still dimly hear Wesley calling Angel's name, but the sound of his voice is being drowned out by a heartbeat like thudding underlying a haunting woodwind tune as the Angel-beast slowly straightens up and looks over towards the blood covered fist. 


The Angel-beast slowly moves closer to Fred and, with her fist still raised, Fred slowly backs up, leading it away. 


Wesley hurries over to Gunn and notices deep scratches marring his left shoulder. 


Wesley:  

"Oh, you're hurt." 

Gunn:  

"What the hell just happened?" 

Wesley: 

"That strange wild girl saved us - from Angel." 

Gunn:  

"Something very freaky is going on here." 

Wesley:  

 "I have a suspicion I may know what.  
Angel's vampire-self - has been sublimated somehow - by this dimension." 


He picks up a handful of wet mud and gets ready to smear it over Gunn's scratches.  Gunn holds up a hand. 


Wesley:  

"It's okay." 

Gunn lets him pack the scratches with mud. 


Wesley:  

"Only his human side as surfaced since we've been here..." 


Gunn:  

"You mean being able to walk around in the sun - seeing his reflection, like that?" 

Wesley:  

"Yes.  And now, for whatever reason he's accessed his demon, but he can't find the balance he normally would in Our World.  
His demon-self has totally overcome his human side." 

Gunn:  

"So that's what the thing inside of him really looks like?" 

Wesley:  

"In its purest form." 

Gunn:  

"That's nasty." 

Wesley:  

Can you walk?" 

Gunn:  

Yeah.

Wesley:  

We've got to help him.