Icarus:

Script for a Firefly episode dating a while (two weeks to a month) after the movie, and approximately three days after the long-ago advent of my first script, “Broke”

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Scene 1:

The nameless operative, antagonist of Serenity the movie, is kneeling inside a Catholic-style confessional. The room (booth?) feels close, but calm; the light is very warm. He is speaking to the person on the other side of the grate, with his quiet, intent smile.

Operative: (explanatory) I sought, to put a point on it, not to die selfishly. To that end I honed myself as a tool, and emptied myself as a man—and I slept well when I killed, knowing myself to be in hands greater than my own, a part of something greater than myself, a movement toward the light. I would eliminate the shadow under the light, until there was rest, and peace. A final peace, moving always toward the light. My mind was as a finely-honed sword, a weapon in the cause of the Alliance.

He nods to himself, and his smile widens a bit.

Operative: I was happy, I think.

He unsheathes his sword smoothly; one realizes that he has been kneeling in the manner that he tends to when he’s about to have someone fall on his weapon.

Operative: As you shall be, when you are dead.

He rams the sword forward into the wall behind which one assumes his listener has been listening. The wall shatters and falls—he sees that what he has thrust his sword into is a mirror, with himself reflected in it. His reflection is smiling contemplatively, and blood begins to run from where the sword point is lodged in its abdomen. This happens in a timeless sort of second, and then the mirror too shatters, and he finds the sword lodged in himself, blood welling thickly around it and beginning to drop rhythmically to the floor—

He wakes up. Viewed from above (as with River at the beginning of “Objects in Space”), he is lying on his back in a plain white room, covered by a blanket on a mat. It is night, but the moo