Fiat Justitia : The Film
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Terethel, a smartly dressed young man, blond hair and gray eyes and a briefcase under one
arm, sits at a table with a number of people. Among them are Pat, played by Kevin Spacey in a
rumpled grey suit with a black fedora, and Liz, Gillian Anderson recognizable despite the fall of
red hair half falling over her face.
Terethel, "There's a first night for a new opera coming off in a couple of days. Some
important people there."
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Kobal sits on a chair in the middle of a stage, collar undone, sleeves rolled up, encyclopaedias
stacked on the floor, and a photo in his lap. Daimon, a young man all in black, stands nearby.
Kobal says "We have a minor little problem, Daimon, which I wish to make somebody else's
minor little problem."
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Daimon licks his lips. "My name is Daimon Lightner. And I'm, uh... one of the bad guys."
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Liz, in Sistine's, "D'you think it's odd for a Demon to profess not to believe in God?"
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Terethel, to assembled angels, "I really don't want to think about things going wrong in the
middle of it."
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A chorus singing onstage at a rehearsal, dancing in step with one another. One girl, young
and innocent-looking, suddenly flings herself into random, incoherent movement, and begins to
weave a strange, compelling melody around all the others'. The conductor waves his baton at her
frantically; she doesn't appear to notice.
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A translucent mass of eyes and mouths and slimy organs and unspeakable tentacles comes
boiling up out of a beaten and unconscious human body.
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Daimon turns around and looks at the group of angels - Liz, Sarah, a crawling swarm of
bugs, a fruit bat leaning against a radio. "Look, it's a Shedite and a Habbalah. They are definitely
going to Prank during the first run of the opera. Without a doubt. They've been there for a month,
setting it up. And... and I just know."
Daimon says "If they kill everyone in the opera, who will be left to _get_ the joke?"
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Narrator/Terethel : The opera's called _Fiat Justitia_. It's all about romance and rebellion and
family honour and things like that.
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Liz stares earnestly across table and tea at Sarah, in Sistine's. "He's the oddest demon I've
ever even heard of."
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Daimon stares at himself in a mirror and tries to do something constructive to his hair.
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A barefoot man confronts Daimon, in a hallway. The barefooted man's voice is done by the
same artist who does Ryoko in Tenchi.
Hitherby, the barefoot man, sighs. "Listen. You're asking unusual questions outside. You're
wandering these halls at odd hours. We can play guessing games for a while, or you can explain
why and what you're actually doing here."
Daimon looks utterly confused. "I'm sorry. Do I know you?"
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Terethel/Narrator : Oh, yes. The people rising up against their cruel, despotic, arrogant,
vicious, really very unpleasant overlord.
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Daimon explains to Liz, "Now the Balseraph hunter was calling himself Michael Focals, and
he had everyone wrapped around his little schemes. The wood elf is starting to think very
seriously indeed about those contract negotiations."
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Pat, rumpled as ever, discusses with a well-dressed man with Really Good Hair. In the seats
of the empty Opera House.
Focalor, "We don't have to conflict in matters like this."
(F/X ripple, a shiver of a winding six-eyed serpent. Focalor's eyes, then Pat's, shine the same
beady dark color as the serpent's for a moment.)
Pat, "How may I be of assistance, Mr. Focals?"
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Daimon, "This is the same Game that we're talking about here, right?"
Pat, "You're aware of another?"
Daimon, "Yeah. I know a group of guys who drag people off in the middle of the night never
to be seen again. I know a group of guys who have torture chambers and arenas and who torture
people who look the wrong way for fun. These are who I am talking about. Who are you?"
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Liz frowns. "Pat didn't answer a single one of my questions about the Game. I really don't
want to think about this but... what if the Game and Judgement are working together?"
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Pat says "There is a reason you are an angel. There is a reason I am an angel. And there is
a reason he is a demon."
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Pat says "Hitherby?"
Hitherby, as bug cloud, says "Yes?"
Pat says "If I may make a suggestion."
Hitherby says "Of course."
Pat says "Don't get attached."
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Terethel/Narrator : And there's a pair of lovers, who unite the people at the end.
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Daimon watches Liz with interest, across the table at an Italian restaurant. Then he leans
over, picks up the salt shaker, and casually shakes a little salt onto the flowers. Liz giggles.
Daimon wiggles his eyebrows. He puts down the salt shaker. Daimon leans forward and breaks
off one of the flowers. And then, with his eyes never leaving Liz's, he very casually eats it.
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Daimon and Liz are curled up on a couch, Daimon rubbing Liz's feet.
Daimon says "I'm really pretty busy, most of the time."
Liz nods. "Especially with the Comedy thing, and searching opera houses for demons and
the like."
Daimon's face drains of color. "I'm sorry, I don't know what you're talking about."
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Daimon looks upset at Liz. "This can't be right. The Prince is a brilliant man, and people
don't get _hurt_. There's got to be something wrong here, with either you... or with me... or
something."
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Daimon says to Liz, getting out of a car, "I was thinking, eventually, you'd put a round in my
head just like that other demon's, and I was thinking, but it's worth it, you know?"
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Daimon says "Okay okay okay! I swear on my nature, for the rest of the night, I'll be a
perfect ang- I'll be good."
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Terethel/Narrator : I really don't want to think about the number of things that could go
wrong.
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A perfectly calm androgynous figure faces the roiling mass that is a Shedite, the shining cloud
of a Kyrio and the winged lion visible in the background. The androgyne says in Pat's voice,
"That was your one chance. This is your last. What is the Prank?"
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Daimon holds Liz's hand. "I figure it's better to be scared out of our wits together, then be
scared and alone."
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Sarah staggers toward a wall, hands pressed over her ears and blood trickling from between
her fingers. Shannen stares in shock as the woman in beige collapses to the pavement.
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The Shedite screams, "Rot in Hell, Game-monger!" and launches itself with the last of its
strength at the androgyne, lashing out with slimy tentacles.
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Shannen cowers in a niche in an alleyway, a bird on her shoulder, as a leather-clad thug stalks
past.
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Daimon reaches out to grab a short, bland-looking man's arm. "I'm sorry, but there is no
later."
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The thug swings a fist, and a cellphone, at Liz's head. Liz dodges adroitly. The cellphone
shatters against a wall.
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The androgyne steps back, wiping the gore from luminous limbs. It says in Pat's voice, "You
have decided."
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Daimon, in tux, takes a ringing cellphone from Pat; purrs into it, "Hello, big boy."
A woman's voice, from the cellphone, tells Daimon, "Tell Mr. Murphy that Dominique will
be coming by shortly." The phone hangs up.
Daimon blinks at the phone, says, "Oh shit," and then starts laughing out loud.
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The initial group, still around their table. Terethel says, towards Pat, "At least the new opera
should appeal to you."
Pat says "Is that so? What is the theme?"
Terethel says "Justice. It's the title of the piece. _Fiat Justitia_."
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Arcs of electricity leap and dance around a computer room, narrowly missing the dodging
Liz.
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Focalor and the thug hold Liz, Sarah, and Shannen trapped between them in a narrow
hallway. Liz lifts a gun toward Focalor. Focalor only lifts a hand.
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Daimon on his knees in a hallway, head bowed, his hand tightly in Liz's.
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FIAT JUSTITIA
Terethel/Narrator : Let justice be done.
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Fiat Justitia