The ACTION PACK presents
A Gloriosus-Hammerhead Production
Gloriosus
TEASER:
Open on silhouette of Xena and Gabrielle on their crosses
against an overcast sky. CUT TO their POV of a snow covered ground, as
the Romans depart, only their footprints remaining.
FADE TO grass sticking up out of a layer of snow. Hear
munching and a "Clump" of a hoof. CUT TO an unbridle Argo slowly scrounging
a meal.
Subtitle appears: March 15 -- Aetolian Plains, Greece
...
Argo looked around, taking a few steps, before returning
to her meal, thinking (Voice Over)*Nightfall, I'll give them till nightfall,
and then I'm going after them.*
Music swells and OPENING TITLES --
A lone equine figure in a verdant Field, as clouds rush
overhead "In a time of Myth and Legend, of Spirits and Demigods ..."
Shot of a chestnut pulling a wagon: "... A horse was but
a horse ..."
Now a galloping Argo, in full harness, fording a stream
with the warrior princess on her back: "... But one would challenge this
assumption ..."
Title Display: ADVENTURES OF ARGO
"... Argo, divine Mare of Justice ..."
A shot of a galloping Chestnut Mare "... The Passion ..."
Now a pan shot of a herd of wild horses streaming across
the screen, with the words "... The Fury ..."
Then in closing have Argo rearing up against a sunset/sunrise
(a la Silver in the Lone Ranger) "Her courage will change the world."
Written by
Gloriosus, scout58, LRMS
Gloriosus
ACT ONE
Subtitle appears: Actium, Greece … In the
darkened back alleys of Actium, a green-cloaked figure is seen running,
with lights and shadows from the pursuer’s torches playing against the
walls behind him, and their irate cries are heard. The figure, running
full tilt, looks back to check on the pursuit, when he runs into something
and falls on his duff. A helmet rolls out from underneath his cloak as
he throws back his hood, revealing him to be Autolycus.
"Hey!" he stops and looks closer. CUT
TO his POV revealing Argo blocking the alley, and looking at him.
"Uh ... Argo?" Autolycus looked frantically over his shoulder, as he picked
up himself and the helmet, "Look, it's been nice seeing you, but I have
to get out of here." Autolycus tried to go around Argo, who refused to
let him past. "C'mon, Argo, don't do this to me." Autolycus pleaded while
the sounds of the guard's voices came closer.
Autolycus backed up, "Argo, you know how much I like you,
but I have to get by." And leapt over Argo with his trademark yodel. Argo
quickly turned herself around, and managed to still block his progress.
Autolycus, now desperate "Ah, c'mon, what's your beef with me?" Argo whinnied
and looked at him with her big brown eyes. "Is something the matter? What
is it girl?" Argo nodded and snorted as Autolycus brushed his forelock
back from his brow. Autolycus: (sotto voce) "Wait a minute, there's no
bridle or saddle ... (to Argo) Is Xena in trouble? Is that it?" Argo again
nodded with a whinny.
In the background, the guards stopped at the mouth of
the alley and their leader yelled, "Hey, look! That's him, let's get him!"
Autolycus, now speaking fast and urgently, "OK, Argo,
tell you what, if you help me, I'll help you rescue Xena? Agreed?" Argo
whinnied again and backed out of Autolycus' way, as he vaulted up onto
her back and yelled, "Hi-ho Argo, Away!" while the guards now closed in
around them. "Argo! What are you doing?" yelped Autolycus as Argo, letting
forth her fearsome war-whinny, reared up and flailed the guards with her
forelegs, knocking them back into the alley and sending the rest scampering
off for help, before she turned and galloped off into the night.
FADE IN on comet streaking through the night's sky; we hear the
sound of rapid hoof beats. PAN DOWN onto a red-cloaked figure riding hard
through the lamp-lit streets, past colonnades, curious onlookers, and a
squad of rushing leather-clad watchmen tightly clutching their batons.
In the background one hears the noise of an angry mob. Subtitle appears:
March 15 -- Rome ...
Halting his horse in front of an impressive villa, the
proud figure dismounted, and strode purposefully to the front door and
began pounding. "Octavius! ... Open up! It is I, Antony!"
A slave opened the door, and Marc Antony pushed past him
to be confronted by Scribonia, Octavius' wife. "My lady Scribonia," began
Marc Antony smoothly, while bowing, "I humbly beg your pardon for this
intrusion, but it is important that I speak to your husband. Is he in?"
"But of course, Marc Antony, and certainly
no entrance of yours could be termed 'an intrusion.' Why must you see him
at this hour of the night?"
"I bring news from the Senate that is
most vital for him to hear. Where can I find him?"
Scribonia smiled winsomely, "He is in his study, I do
hope that you can stay longer this time."
Marc Antony smiled and bowed to take his leave, "Where
there is life, my lady, there is hope." He walked down the hallway to Octavius’
study, where he again pounded on the door, identifying himself. The sound
of a bolt being thrown is heard, and the door is opened, revealing a thin,
beleaguered figure with darting eyes and a drawn dagger. "Greetings
Octavius," Antony started, "Caesar is dead."
"I know! Get in. Did anyone follow you?"
asked Octavius furtively, bolting the door shut behind Antony.
"No. What is this? Come, come Octavius,
now is not a time to play the coward, we must avenge Caesar's death. And
while the traitors are preoccupied, now is the time to act." Declared Antony
as he took stock of the disordered room, scrolls scattered across the desk,
and ledgers visible.
"Names." Demanded young Octavius, "Do
we know who conspired against my adoptive father?"
"Indeed, they are the Senators Cassius,
Casca, Cimber, Cinna, Ligarius, Trebonius, and the foul Brutus, himself."
answered Marc Antony.
"Excellent," remarked Octavius, somewhat
distractedly, as he rifled through his scrolls, quickly scanning them,
before finding the one he wanted. He handed this scroll to Antony who gave
it a cursory glance while Octavius continued to address him. "Here, take
this to the Senate. From now on, to honor my noble father adoptive, I shall
be known as Julius Caesar, and hereby claim his legacy."
"Indeed," declared Antony, "but there
still is the matter of Brutus and the traitors. They must die!"
"Agreed, and they will. We just have
to set the wheels in motion and rouse the mob against them. Antony," urged
Octavius, gripping the older man's arm. "You're the better speaker, address
the Senate and the People of Rome, inflame them, get their backing against
those who committed this heinous act, and together we can bring down Brutus
and his band of traitors. But what of Caesar's nemesis? What of Xena?"
"Ah, that was the last favor Brutus
did for our beloved Caesar. She has been crucified along with her companion.
I had received word of this just as the Senate was cleared."
"And her followers, Antony? What of
her followers?" asked Octavius, his eyes bright with urgency.
"They are scattered and disorganized."
Antony remarked dismissively. "Captain Varro and his garrison at the fort
should be more than enough to deal with any rescue attempt they might stage.
We should send a note advising him of the situation here."
"Good, good," gloated Octavius, "I've
spoken with our friend, Lepidus, and with him, I believe we can garner
support enough to avenge Caesar, and bring justice to those who had plotted
against him. Now go! Address the crowd before the tumult has time to die
down."
"Yes, Octavius," at Octavius' sharp
look, Antony smiled sardonically and stated. "My apologies, Caesar is dead,
long live Julius Caesar."
ACT TWO
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Through the alleys and back streets Argo galloped with
Autolycus clinging to her mane, begging her to slow down. "Watch out!"
he would cry as the speedy mare cut under a line of laundry hung out to
dry. "I can't rescue Xena if you clothes-line me! Where are we going, Argo?"
On and on she coursed through the village, at last having thoroughly confused
Autolycus's pursuers. Perhaps it was the pink dress which clung to his
backside like a cape that disguised the King of Thieves. The pursuers believed
they were chasing Joxer, so sat down to wait, believing eventually their
quarry would stumble and fall.
But, no! Our fleet of foot mare reached the outside of
town with Autolycus's fingers now firmly laced into Argo's mane. She slowed
just a bit, more to relieve the pain in her neck hairs than anything else.
She turned down a well-worn road leading north, to the mountains covered
with a breath of new-fallen snow.
LONG-SHOT: Standing out against the sunrise, Argo and Autolycus are
galloped across the landscape.
Subtitle appears: March 16 -- Northern Greece …
As Argo and Autolycus passed a field, a whinny startled
them both. Argo turned to look into the ravine next to them and saw a chestnut
horse calling to them from an arbor filled with Russian olives and a rushing
brook. Argo stumbled, nearly throwing the still panting Autolycus. By the
Gods, that mare was beautiful!!! Rich, brown eyes with a pale forelock
and mane, firm withers tapering to slender hooves and a full tail that
graced the ground as it swished sent daggers of passion into Argo's heart.
She turned ... quickly, upsetting once again the already off-balance Autolycus.
"Hey, Argo, what are you doing? I thought we were going to find Xena and
Gabrielle? Wait, uh oh, I see where you're going. Do we have time for this?"
Argo ignored the thief and trotted over to the chestnut mare.
"Hello," she nickered. "I just couldn't
help noticing..."
"Why, thank you," whinnied the chestnut
mare. "It's a pleasure to meet you..."
"Argo, my name is Argo, and this is
Autolycus, the King of Thieves. We're searching for my friend Xena and
her sidekick Gabrielle. They may be in trouble." replied Argo.
"Ruffian is my name. Wow, that sounds
so exciting! Much more adventurous than being left to pasture here, brood
mare for future chariot race horses. Take me with you, please! I just can't
stay here any longer. I'm different than all these other horses, I want
so much more from life than a name on a pedigree chart! Please, won't you
please take me with you?" whinnied the chestnut, with just a bit of anxiety
and impatience in her voice.
"Well, I don't know.." replied Argo,
"We'll be moving very quickly. We can't afford to slow down for anyone."
"No worries, mate! I'm your mare!" Ruffian
said, kicking up her heels. "I'm the fastest filly that ever did run! See?"
Auto and Argo watched as the young mare came to a full
gallop, streaking across the pasture in a flame of chestnut brown, fair
tail flowing behind like a comet's tail. Argo whickered softly and Autolycus
whistled in admiration.
"So, Argo, when do we leave? Which way
are you headed? North? Pretty sparse territory up there. There's a Roman
prison up in the hills, I've heard. You'll need another to help carry your
friends. You look strong, but you could be so much faster with me to help."
Ruffian trotted a little way toward the road, looking back to see if Argo
would follow.
"Oh, all right. But as soon as we've
rescued my friends, I'm bringing you back!" replied Argo, trotting after
the young Ruffian.
"About time," muttered Autolycus, still clinging
to Argo. "Thought you were on a mission?! Okay, girl, I'm ready, let's
go!"
"Hold on, Auto!" Argo thought, "You're
in for the ride of your life!"
LMRS
It was on their way that they nearly ran over a young Amazon
woman in their path. A woman with a sword drawn.
"Halt," the woman cried. Tears were
still running down her pretty face.
Autolycus couldn't resist those tears. "Fear not young lady.
We have no quarrel with you."
"But I have one with you if I am right,
and that's Xena's horse you're riding."
"I'm riding her horse in a worthy cause.
I'm a friend of the warrior princess. She's in trouble, and we're out to
rescue her."
The girl gave a hollow laugh. Then she started to scream in
hysterics. Her sword dropped from her hand as she crumbled to the ground.
Autolycus dismounted, and ran over to help her up.
"Whoa there, little lady," he tried
to console. "Now calm down here."
"XENA'S DEAD!" she shouted in hysterics.
"Gabrielle's dead! They've been crucified by Caesar's men! I saw it!"
Autolycus' blood froze in his veins. The news knocked
him for a loop. "You...you must be mistaken...that's impossible...she's
the warrior princess...nothing can stop..."
Amarice broke down in Autolycus' arms. Tears welled up
in the thief's eyes as the two strangers grieved before Argo and Ruffian.
Amarice had finally gotten to sleep by the newly made
encampment that night. Autolycus wished he was so lucky. That's when he
saw Xena standing by Argo. She was petting her horse's nose, and beckoning
Autolycus to keep silent. The thief knew from the white robe robes she
was wearing, and the aura around her head, that all was not well.
"Yes Autolycus," Xena sighed. "This
time I am really dead. I can't even enter your body and move you around.
This came as no surprise to Gabrielle and me. We were foretold of this.
"I need you to do me one last
favor. The Romans still have our bodies trussed up on crosses. They'll
stay there until they rot if something isn't done. Can you, the King of
Thieves, steal them? I would very much like to be buried in Amphipolis.
And I'm sure the Amazons want Queen Gabrielle returned to them for a proper
service.
"I realize that I'm asking a lot here.
Risking your life for a load of dead meat. If you feel the risk too great,
I'll understand."
"Now Xena," Autolycus smiled, "You know
the King of Thieves can't resist such a challenge. You go on to your afterlife,
my dear. Let Auto take care of everything."
Xena smiled, "You'll have help. Don't underestimate Argo
here. She's smarter than the average horse."
"I'm beginning to realize that. And
I think she can help me a whole lot."
Autolycus felt the tears well up again as Xena's ghost
faded away.
Autolycus?" Amarice yelled, "Are you talking
to someone out there?"
Autolycus sighed, "No. Not anymore. Go back to sleep,
Amarice. We've got a big day tomorrow."
ACT-THREE
Gloriosus
Subtitle Appears: Pre-dawn, March 17 -- Roman Fort,
North of Greece
Two guards make the rounds on the ramparts of the fort,
occasionally looking out over the crucified forms of Xena and Gabrielle.
"This is morbid, Vitellius, us keeping
a death watch over those two." Remarked the shorter guard.
"Quiet Falco! Cap'n Varro says these
orders came from Caesar himself. We're to ensure that none can honor these
two in death."
"But it's freezing, certainly no one
would try. I mean what's the point?"
"Look there. See, the dark haired
one?" at Falco's nod, Vitellius continues, "That's the warrior princess
herself, Caesar's own nemesis."
"And this vendetta between them is that
heated that it won't rest even with death?"
"Aye, Falco; but wait, what is that
in the distance?"
"A horseman? A courier, most likely,
as no one else would ride out in the dark."
The mounted figure rapidly approached the fort. "Open
up, I bring word from Rome," he cried, bringing his horse to a halt.
Vitellius leaned over the battlements, "What word messenger?
What could bring you out on a night like this?"
“Caesar is dead."
"What this? Ho guards! Open the gates!"
He turned towards his companion. "Falco, go get Varro, he'll want to hear
this himself."
The other guard saluted, and scampered down to the keep,
as Vitellius ran down to meet the panting Messenger.
The messenger, bringing his exhausted mount inside the
fort, slides down, his breath streaming in the cold night's air. From the
keep, a door slammed open, and swathed in cloaks, the garrison captain
approached the couple.
"What's this?" asked Varro, "Caesar's
dead?"
"Y-Y-Yessir, foully murdered by his
peers, as (gasp) he was addressing them in session." stammered the messenger.
"But who commands in Rome?" Varro demanded.
"Antony, Octavius (who now calls himself
Caesar), and Lepidus, they rule in Rome. Brutus has fled with Cassius,
Casca and Cinna, but the rest have died. Killed by the mob."
“And our orders here? What of them?"
pressed the Garrison Captain.
"(Gasp) By order of Octavius, you are
to continue with your duties as assigned by Caesar. (Gasp) To show that
not even death can derail his dreams for Rome." The messenger managed,
barely holding himself upright by his mount's bridle.
The garrison captain paused to consider the news, and
looked quickly to the nearby Vitellius. "You heard?"
"Yessir."
"Then back to your posts, and double the guards,
with Caesar dead, Xena's allies may seize this chance to reclaim her body."
Vitellius saluted, and started bawling his orders, as Falco resumed his
post. Turning back to the messenger, Varro summoned another soldier. "Take
his horse to the stables, (addressing the messenger) you had better get
inside and warmed up my man, tonight is a hard night to be out in."
"Th-thank you, Captain." stammered the
Messenger as he is led into the fort's keep.
Amarice awoke to see Autolycus saddling the horses. "Where
did the saddles come from?"
"Oh, good morning Amarice,” greeted
the King of Thieves, “I borrowed them from a local farmer, along with some
food and blankets. Quite frankly, riding bareback left me mighty sore,
and I thought this would help."
"Borrowed?" Amarice asked archly, as
she studied her companion.
"Yeah, borrowed. You got a problem with
that?" Replied Autolycus rather testily. Here he was trying to better
their condition, and Amarice was questioning his veracity. The nerve
of some people.
"No, no … here let me help you." She
quickly offered at the sign of his agitation.
(Argo and Ruffian are kitted out, and the party heads north at
a gallop.)
LONG SHOT of our group galloping through the snow and foothills.
Amarice asked Autolycus about the helmet he stole, "What
are you? The Athenian Inquisition? All right, this is the Helmet of Perseides,
it is supposed to turn the wearer invisible. But, much to my chagrin, it
doesn't turn itself, or the wearer's clothes invisible so it's of limited
worth."
HEAD-ON SHOT of the party splashing through the creeks.
SCENIC SHOTS of the bleak landscape. The group has slowed to a canter,
as the going gets trickier.
"So, what are we going to do when we
reach the fort?" Amarice finally asked, addressing a point that had been
bothering her since the morning.
"Oh, I don't know. I'm sure something
will occur to me when we get there,” assured Autolycus, who paused for
a moment. “Unless Argo decides to tell me what the plan is?" Argo
twitched her ears at this announcement. "Don't tell me; you don't have
a plan." Argo snorted, the puff of her breath streamed past them as she
shook her head. "Oh that's just great!" exclaimed Autolycus as they continued
on the mountain path.
ACT FOUR
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"You do know that Caesar is dead, don't
you?" Varro asked.
The answer was a head-shake. "That matters not. He paid
me in advance to set up this exhibit, and set it up I will. My daughter
and I need to inspect the area to see the best way to do this?"
"Let me get this straight," Varro mused,
"Caesar wanted to turn the two crucified prisoners into a public exhibit?"
The answer was a nod. "He wanted the world to know that
Xena and Gabrielle were dead at his hand. I was instructed to set this
fort up as a tourist attraction. Think about it, captain. Thousands will
want to see proof of this. Friends and enemies of the warrior princess
will demand evidence of her death. We give it to them at a dinar a head.
Rome will make a fortune."
"We'll have to beef up security."
"This is a fort! How bad can security
be? Look, my papers are in order. Let me and my daughter look the place
over, and advice you on the best way to handle this."
Varro sighed and nodded. "Your horses will be taken
to the stables. A guard will escort you as you examine the fort."
Autolycus smiled, bowed, and led Amarice out of the office.
Their disguises may have been spur of the moment, but they worked like
a charm. They were now in the fort. Step one was complete.
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Meanwhile, left outside the gate, Argo and Ruffian scuff
the frozen grass as if searching for a bite to eat. Casually, they approach
the crucifixes bearing the bodies of Argo's human friends.
"So these are your mates, Argo?" asked
Ruffian as she pulled at a frozen tuft. "They're frozen up there and a
good thing too. But it will be hard to carry them that way. What do you
think?"
"I think you talk too much," thought
Argo as she lifted her nose to nuzzle Xena's bloody and broken feet.
Argo noticed that the ground around the post was trampled
and muddy, but not yet frozen solid. She walked around to the back of the
crucifix and looked closely at the ground.
"What are you looking for?" asked Ruffian,
her curiosity getting the better of her. "I don't see anything there that
will help us. Unless you're trying to identify footprints and I don't see
what good that will do?"
"Patience," snorted the older and wiser
Argo. "Watch what I do, and do the same thing where Gabrielle is."
Argo brought her forelock and broad face up to the beam
supporting the crucifix and pushed. Nothing. Again she pushed, this time
harder. The post gave way just a little. A third time Argo pushed and the
post moved even further.
"I see what you're doing! Brilliant!"
neighed the young mare. "Here, let me try over here!" Ruffian trotted to
where Gabrielle hung, limp and disheveled. She pushed from behind, the
beam giving easily.
"But wait, I don't want to push it all the
way over! That would put Gabrielle's face in the mud! I know what to do!"
Ruffian neighed again, this time more excitedly.
"Quietly," reminded Argo as she watched
Ruffian face Gabrielle and gently push the beam back the other direction
until it lay on the muddy ground at Ruffian's hooves.
Argo trotted to face Xena and with a well placed push,
tipped the crucifix to the ground.
At that same moment, the two horses heard a ruckus arise
from behind the fortress walls...
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A horse pulling a cart came running in at full clip. Before
the Roman guards could stop the wagon, it had smashed near the fallen crucifixes,
sending its contents flying all over the place. The contents were bodies
recently de-crucified.
Autolycus ran over to the fray. "What's all this mess?
Why are my horses not stabled?"
The guard with them looked puzzled as Autolycus and Amarice
walked over the newly fallen bodies. Autolycus looked back at him. "Get
some guards to help clean up this mess. It looks gross."
When the guard returned with help, he saw that his two
charges had already re-positioned the cart. They commenced to toss bodies
into it.
"I don't understand it," Autolycus exclaimed.
"Where are the guards around here? Why didn't they stop this?"
"You called them away to show off that
shell game of yours," their guard said.
"Bah!" Autolycus bahed. "Such a diversion
should have been anticipated. This fort needs better protection. And look
here. Xena's and Gabrielle's crosses fell over. The both of them have been
de-crucified. Get some men over here and nail them back up. We've
got a show to run."
Some soldiers came over to help nail up two bodies Autolycus
had pointed to them. Autolycus hoped that whoever those bodies used
to be in life, their shades didn't mind posing as Xena and Gabrielle. He
hoped they looked enough like his friends to pass inspection.
Once the cart was filled up again, Amarice volunteered to drive
it out of the fort. The other soldiers didn't mind her offer. She successfully
smuggled her friends' bodies away with the other corpses.
Argo watched the cart horse leave, "Thanks, Scout."
The cart-horse looked back, "The least I could do, Argo."
ACT FIVE
Subtitle Appears: The Amazon Village
As the preparations were made for the funeral, Xena’s
and Gabrielle’s bodies were cleaned and dressed in Amazon garb, and swords
laid on their bodies, with their hands wrapped around the hilts.
The bodies had been laid out on platforms for display, prior to their placement
on their pyre.
Argo stood at the head of the platform looking at her
erstwhile companions, and nuzzles them in turn, first Xena, then Gabrielle.
Beside her, nuzzling her shoulder in sympathy was Ruffian, who was saddened
by her newfound friend’s grief.
(Voice Over) “Thanks, Autolycus.
I appreciate your coming by to pick me up.”
PULL BACK to reveal Autolycus and Cyrene standing beside the horses.
“Ah, well, Cyrene,” Autolycus blushed,
“I just thought you should be present at your daughter’s funeral.
And I didn’t think the Amazons would be too pleased if I denied them the
honor of conducting the ceremony … again.”
“What?”
“Um … I’ll tell you later.”
“In any case,” continued Xena’s mother,
“I spoke with Chilapa, and she’s agreed to let me take their ashes with
me back to Amphipolis, so I can bury them near my home.”
“That was certainly decent of her.
This means my promise to Xena is fulfilled.”
Cyrene turned again to Autolycus, “Whatever do you mean?”
She asked, puzzled.
Autolycus ducked his head “Um … I’ll tell you later.”
An Amazon appeared at the entrance to the hut, her ceremonial
mask tucked under her arm, “Are you guys through here?” She asked
gently. In response the horses snorted and made their way out, past
the female warrior.
Cyrene gently brushes their hair out of the companion’s
faces before giving Xena and Gabrielle a last kiss. “Goodbye you
two, and may you find happiness in Elysium.” She murmured before
retreating into Autolycus’s embrace, and the two of them stepped outside,
as the masked Amazon pall-bearers streamed into the room.
Amarice, her eyes filled with tears, joined the two of
them. “I’m so sorry,” she sobbed to Cyrene.
“Hush, child, there was nothing you
could have done,” comforted Cyrene. She pulled the young Amazon
into a hug, as the King of Thieves stood by their side in this time of
grief.
The slow, deliberate, beat of the drums reverberated throughout
the village, as the bodies were brought out to their pyre, the bearers
marching in time with the drums. Then the chanting of the mourners
began, and the Amazons lifted their voices in song.
LMRS
This time Autolycus allowed the Amazons to burn Xena's
body, along with Gabrielle's. Once the funeral rites ended, he and
Amarice would escort Cyrene and their friends’ remains back to Amphipolis.
The following morning, the three of them stood and watched
Argo and Ruffian trot off into the Sunrise. They didn't stop the two horses.
Something in their guts told them not to.
In time, the stories of Xena, the warrior princess grew
into legends and myths. Some believed that her spirit rides still on her
majestic Palomino. The horse still appears in times of need. The rider
is not seen. The local talk says the rider is an invisible ghost.
Argo didn't mind the talk. It helped give her some clout
as she continued to do the good work she vowed she would do. She knew that
somewhere her mistress was happy with her decision.
Ruffian volunteered to be her side-kick. Argo didn't argue
with her.
Gallop on, Argo!
"The Action Pack presentation of ARGO is brought to you by Oil of Olay."
CAST:
In order of appearance:
Argo (Voice Over) - Melinda Clarke
Autolycus - Bruce Campbell
Antony - Kevin Smith
Scribonia - Jodie Dorday (played Solari)
Octavius - Neill Rae (played King Arthur in HTLJ-100)
Ruffian (Voice Over) - Danielle Cormack
Amarice - Jennifer Sky
Xena's Ghost - Lucy Lawless
Vitellius - Kevin Sorbo
Falco - Michael Hurst
Varro - Jay Lagai'ia(sp?)
Messenger - Rob Trebor
Scout (Voice Over) - Renee O'Connor
Cyrene - Darien Takle
Executive Producers: - Gloriosus, Hammerhead
Writers: - Gloriosus, scout58, LMRS
With special thanks for
their support to: - K'haylan, RedPrincess, OldTimer, Vixen83,
XenaBOX, Golden Mare,
The Sov’s Love Toy Keeper, HopeChance.
Disclaimers:
Argo, Xena, Amarice, Cyrene, and Autolycus are properties of MCA/Universal
Studios and Renaissance Pictures, no copyright infringement was intended.
The rest of the characters either belong to us, or in the history books.
Some historical facts were inserted for our amusement.
No trolls were injured during the production of this episode. They
were, however, thoroughly ignored.
No harlots were harmed during the production of this motion picture,
but a few hooves needed repeated trimmings.