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EXT. TV STUDIO BUILDING - MORNING

THE NEW SUN, lights the horizon a PINKISH PURPLE.

Christopher and Angelica WALK BRISKLY toward a large TV studio building, EARLY IN THE MORNING.

ANGELICA
So you’re just going to walk in, and
ask to be put on the air?

CHRISTOPHER
(smiling)
Of course.

ANGELICA
I know I wanted you to get on this
show, but I don’t think it works like
that.

CHRISTOPHER
Oh don’t worry... I just have a
feeling. Sometimes you have to look at
the bright side of things. There’s a
beautiful sunrise.. Time hasn’t
stopped... Everything’s fine.

Christopher opens THE FRONT DOOR to the building. He enters, and Angelica quickly follows him in.

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INT. TV STUDIO BUILDING - MORNING

Christopher quickly walks toward THE RECEPTIONIST DESK, with Angelica following closely.

The MALE RECEPTIONIST looks up at Christopher quickly approaching, and appears NERVOUS. He speaks with a NASAL voice.

CHRISTOPHER
(to receptionist)
Hi!

RECEPTIONIST
...Hello, can I help you?

CHRISTOPHER
Yes, I’d like to speak with the
producer of the Ed and George show,
if he’s around.

RECEPTIONIST
...Do you have an appointment?

CHRISTOPHER
No, but I was invited on the show last
night, and I want to take advantage of
the invitation.

RECEPTIONIST
Oh... You’re that angel guy. Yea I
don’t think he will be able to see you
today.

CHRISTOPHER
Why don’t you page him, and find out?

RECEPTIONIST
...I don’t think that will be
necessary.

Christopher LEANS FORWARD, and STARES INTENSELY into the receptionist’s eyes. Christopher’s eyes FLASH BLUE. The receptionist is in AWE.

CHRISTOPHER
Page him now, please.

The receptionist stares at Christopher’s face in front of him.
RECEPTIONIST
...Yes of course.

The receptionist reaches over, and presses a button.

BUZZ

THE VOICE of a middle-aged man.

PRODUCER (O.C.)
Yes?

RECEPTIONIST
(still staring)
...I have someone here to see you Mr.
Oswald.

MR. OSWALD (O.C.)
Who?

RECEPTIONIST
The angel from the Leon Chanders show.

There is a pause.

Christopher looks over at the PAGER SPEAKER.

MR. OSWALD
Excellent! Send him right in.

The receptionist looks absolutely shocked.

RECEPTIONIST
(pointing down a hallway)
Umm... Straight down the hall, fifth
door on the right.

Angelica smiles in the background.

CHRISTOPHER
(with a warm smile)
Thank you.
CUT TO:

INT. OSWALD’S OFFICE - MORNING

MR. OSWALD stands behind his desk. A MIDDLE-AGED MAN, who DRESSES WELL.

Christopher and Angelica stand in front of THE DESK.
CHRISTOPHER
I have to ask... Why are you so
willing to put me on the show on such
short notice?

MR. OSWALD
Well, if we’re all going to die, we
might as well die with good ratings.

Mr. Oswald LAUGHS.

MR. OSWALD (CONT’D)
That and didn’t you know you made the
paper?

Mr. Oswald reaches on his desk, grabs a copy of THE NEW YORK TIMES, and hands it to Christopher.

MR. OSWALD (CONT’D)
Apparently The New York Times got
tired of putting pictures of the
messenger on the front page.

Angelica looks over Christopher’s shoulder.

The front page has a large PICTURE OF CHRISTOPHER talking to the audience of the Leon Chanders show. The headline reads DESPITE MIRACULOUS RAIN, AN ANGEL CLAIMS THE MESSENGER IS A FAKE.

Christopher and Angelica both SMILE.

MR. OSWALD (CONT’D)
It’ll be easy. We start shooting in
about an hour or so... Those two are
pretty off the cuff guys anyway. I’ll
just tell them you’re here, and let
them have their way with you... But
only under one condition.

CHRISTOPHER
What’s that?

MR. OSWALD
I have to insure their safety...
You’re not dangerous, are you?

CHRISTOPHER
(smiling)
Not that I’m aware of.
MR. OSWALD
(also smiling)
Good enough.

CUT TO:

INT. ED AND GEORGE SET - MORNING

Ed and George sit behind their NEWS DESK.

A MAN standing next to ONE OF THE CAMERAS, counts down with his hand.

The ON AIR light comes on.

GEORGE
Welcome to the morning edition of the
Ed and George show. We have a very
special guest today. We recently got
word from one of our producers, that
the man claiming to be an angel on the
Leon Chanders show is here, and is
willing to do an interview.

ED
(smiling)
...And you thought I was kidding.

GEORGE
Oh you had nothing to do with it! He
showed up on his own.

ED
Sure, steal my thunder. Anyway he’s
waiting out back. It can’t be a good
thing to keep an angel waiting.

GEORGE
(laughing)
Probably not, let’s bring him on.

CHRISTOPHER walks onto the set from out back.

ED
Hello, please have a seat.

Christopher sits in a chair next to the news desk.

GEORGE
Welcome to the show.
CHRISTOPHER
Thanks for having me.

GEORGE
...Now your name is Christopher, is
that right?

CHRISTOPHER
Yes it is.

GEORGE
And... you’re claiming to be an angel,
is that correct as well?

CHRISTOPHER
...What I am is irrelevant to my
message.

ED
Irrelevant!? Now hold on a second.

CHRISTOPHER
(to Ed)
Did you believe I was one when I said
it on the Leon Chanders show
yesterday?

ED
No.

CHRISTOPHER
But did my words seem right with you?

ED
Yes they did.. I said that last night.

CHRISTOPHER
Then me being, or not being an angel
is irrelevant to that message.

ED
...Makes sense.

GEORGE
And what is that message?

CHRISTOPHER
(to both)
The message I have is a simple one,
and that is DON’T LET these flashy
CHRISTOPHER (CONT’D)
shows, and supposed miracles keep you
from looking for the truth.

GEORGE
What do you mean? I think it’s pretty
cut and dry. God is angry with the
people here, and he sent a messenger
to tell us to shape up, and if we
didn’t believe that, then it has some
pretty crazy stuff for us to see, to
prove it’s all real.

CHRISTOPHER
Is that so?... God you say sent this
thing? Most religions today teach
forgiveness, kindness to one another,
and most importantly love. Did you
feel any of that from that supposed
messenger when it spoke?

GEORGE PAUSES.

ED
(jokingly)
I most certainly didn’t. I felt like
crap afterwards.

CHRISTOPHER
(to George)
Well did you?

GEORGE
...No I didn’t.

CHRISTOPHER
(to George)
And if you put all these “miracles”
aside... Does this whole thing feel
right to you?

Ed looks over at George.

GEORGE
(serious)
...No it doesn’t.

CHRISTOPHER
(to both)
I think most people feel the same way.
CHRISTOPHER (CONT’D)
They’re just too mesmerized by
everything to notice, and if they do
feel that way then there HAS TO BE a
reason... That feeling, if they look at
it deep enough, is the truth... and
that’s my message.

ED and GEORGE STARE SPEECHLESS at Christopher.

CUT TO:

EXT. TV STUDIO - MORNING

Christopher and Angelica walk outside the studio.

ANGELICA
You were great in there. I really
think you got to them, and probably
everyone watching too.

CHRISTOPHER
(smiling)
Thanks, I hope so.

Christopher’s SMILE DISAPPEARS as he glances up at THE SKY.

HE STOPS WALKING.

HE STARES AT THE SUN IN THE SAME SPOT IT WAS EARLIER.

ANGELICA
...What’s wrong?

CHRISTOPHER
We were in there for at least a couple
of hours right?

ANGELICA
Yea I think so, why?

CHRISTOPHER
...Why does it still look like it’s
early in the morning?

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INT. ANGELICA’S LIVING ROOM - MORNING

Christopher and Angelica sit next to each other on the couch, STARING at the TV SCREEN.

ON THE TV

An anchorman sits at a news desk.

ANCHORMAN
We have been receiving reports from
countries all over the world that the
sun has remained in the same spot
since 7:00 this morning, Eastern
standard time. We bring you to Ken
Kimble, who has been working with
meteorologists, and sources within
NASA to give you an update on the
cause of this... Ken?

THE TV switches to a shot of KEN, a younger blonde man on a separate set. A shot of THE EARTH, FROM SPACE is behind him.

KEN appears PALE as if he had just seen a ghost.

HE STARES at the camera with SHOCK and FEAR in his eyes.

KEN
(wearily)
...Thank you. As stated I have been
working with sources to bring you an
answer as to why the sun has
apparently not moved since this
morning, however, the answer is just
as unsettling... According to my
sources in NASA.... the earth stopped
rotating at 7:00 this morning.

Christopher and Angelica stare at the TV, their mouths hanging in awe.

CHRISTOPHER
...We need to get to Washington... now.

ANGELICA
How?

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EXT. STREET - MORNING

Christopher stands in the middle of the street, WAVING HIS ARMS at a LARGE TRACTOR TRAILER, while Angelica waits off to the side of the road.

THE TRAILER STRUGGLES to break in time.

TIRES WAIL.

IT STOPS FEET AWAY from Christopher.

Christopher and Angelica converge on the truck.

THE TRUCK DRIVER opens his door quickly, and looks very PISSED OFF.

TRUCK DRIVER
What the hell are you standing in the
middle of the road for?!

CHRISTOPHER
You’re headed for Washington DC,
right?

TRUCK DRIVER
...Yes.

CHRISTOPHER
Can we ride with you?

TRUCK DRIVER
What?!

Christopher smiles.

CHRISTOPHER
What if I were to tell you I was an
angel?

A BLUE GLOW reflects off the truck drivers face.

HE STARES in awe.

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INT. FOREIGN NEWS ROOMS - MORNING

VARIOUS NEWS REPORTERS from many DIFFERENT COUNTRIES briefly report in THEIR OWN LANGUAGE, that the world has stopped rotating.

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INT. NEWS ROOM - MORNING

A news woman sits behind a news desk, while footage of POLICE trying to control MASSES OF PEOPLE on Pennsylvania Avenue, plays behind her.

NEWS WOMAN
People from all over the world are
descending on Washington to pray
for forgiveness, before the messenger
returns with the prophesied judgment...

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INT. NEWS ROOM 2 - MORNING

A man reports.

NEWS MAN
Just as quickly as it stopped, the
earth continued its rotation at 7:00
on this Saturday morning. It appears
time did indeed stop for an entire day.

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INT. NEWS ROOM 3 - AFTERNOON

Another male news correspondent reports.

NEWS CORRESPONDENT
Globally all businesses have shut down
in response to all the events this
week. It is unknown how this will
effect the world’s economy, or whether
or not it will even matter after this
Sunday.

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INT. NEWS ROOM 4 - AFTERNOON

An older ANCHORMAN with white hair reports, while A LIVE FEED of PEOPLE PRAYING on the White House lawn, plays behind him.

ANCHORMAN
On this Sunday White House security
could not keep back the thousands of
people from moving onto the White
House property to pray...

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EXT. WHITE HOUSE LAWN - AFTERNOON

A CURTAIN of DARK CLOUDS move RAPIDLY in the HEAVY WIND, creating a GRAY CEILING.

TWO MILITARY HELICOPTERS fly overhead.

THOUSANDS of people KNEEL and BOW on the White House lawn.

NEWS CREWS AND CAMERAS are everywhere.

IN THE MIDDLE of the masses is a LARGE CIRCLE void of people where the messenger once appeared.

THE SOUND of a thousand prayers mix together into a DULL ROAR.


With a BOOM the WHITE SPHERE OF ENERGY APPEARS.

THE CROWD collectively GASPS in awe.

THE VOICE RETURNS.

VOICE
As promised I have returned on this
Sunday to deliver the judgment of
God!

THE MESSENGER slowly appears out of the BLINDING WHITE LIGHT of the energy sphere FLOATING in the air.

It is the perfect example of a BEAUTIFUL FEMALE ANGEL. She is dressed COMPLETELY IN WHITE. Her gown hides her legs and feet. Her face is beautiful, yet ANGRY. Her hair is a FLOWING LIGHT BROWN. Her eyes are a BRIGHT WHITE, like looking into the energy sphere itself. TWO ENORMOUS WHITE WINGS protrude from her back, and reach out to either end of the circle.

The people are OVERWHELMED.

An OLD FOREIGN MAN RAISES HIS HANDS to the being, with his mouth open in awe.

MESSENGER
One week ago I appeared to warn you of
this day! I asked you to change your
ways, and that if you did not, God
would judge you not worthy of this
world! The judgment has been made!
You have not changed your ways! You
continue to commit sins again the
lord! You continue to deny him! For
this he has passed a judgment of
annihilation on this race!

THE CROWD EXPLODES.

WOMEN SCREAM.

MEN CRY.

THE ROAR OF THE CROWD DEAFENS, yet A VOICE bellows out above the sound.

VOICE IN THE CROWD
THAT IS ENOUGH!

THE CROWD CALMS to a roar.

People move away from the voice, to reveal it’s origin.

IT IS CHRISTOPHER, his EYES GLOWING BLUE.

ANGELICA stands next to him.

THE MESSENGER TURNS slowly to look at Christopher.

MESSENGER
Who dares speak against the messenger
of God?!

CHRISTOPHER begins to make his way into the circle, and ANGELICA follows close behind.

THE PEOPLE move to form A PATH.

CHRISTOPHER
Someone who knows that these people do
not deserve to be judged! And you are
no messenger of God!

MESSENGER
You know nothing of such things!

Christopher and Angelica reach the circle’s edge.

Christopher turns to Angelica, and his eyes return to normal.

CHRISTOPHER
(to Angelica)
Wait here.

Angelica looks at him, worried.

CHRISTOPHER (CONT’D)
I’ll be fine.

Christopher turns to face the messenger, his eyes now GLOWING WITH ENERGY.

He walks into the circle.

CHRISTOPHER
I know everything of such things! I
know that deep down, the people here
are a race of love! A love that you
do not posses!

The messenger’s mouth opens wide.

IT BELLOWS A MONSTROUS ROAR that SHAKES THE GROUND.

THE PEOPLE scream and COWER in fear.

Christopher’s eyes glow with ELECTRIC INTENSITY.

CHRISTOPHER
They are not perfect, but they are
trying! Everyday thousands of people
fall in love!... Fall in love with
themselves, with their children, with
their friends, with their soul mates!
And every day thousands try to help
CHRISTOPHER (CONT’D)
others, and be better people!

The messenger ROARS A HELLACIOUS SOUND again. It appears to be in pain.

CHRISTOPHER (CONT’D)
They work toward peace! YOU offer no
peace! YOU offer no love! YOU offer
no forgiveness!

The messenger CLUTCHES ITS FACE, and FALLS to the ground, BELLOWING more TORTUROUS NOISES.

THE EARTH RUMBLES.

CHRISTOPHER (CONT’D)
The pain and weakness you feel are
the people who no longer believe in
you! They see through you, because
they know the truth lies in their own
hearts, and their hearts tell them that
YOU are NO messenger of God!

The messenger ROARS IN PAIN.

People COVER THEIR EARS from THE SOUND.

CHRISTOPHER (CONT’D)
What are you really?!

THE MESSENGER TRANSFORMS into a disgusting creature.

Its SKIN a DARK RED, its EYES a bright PAINFUL ORANGE, its TEETH SHARP. LARGE, LONG NAILS protrude from its finger tips.

IT GETS UP, and turns QUICKLY toward Christopher.

It YELLS with a SNAKE LIKE voice.

MESSENGER
It is a race of selfishness! A race
of people who lie, and manipulate,
and deceive! A race of people who
are so quick to break that love you
speak of! What I am is something that
knows of this!


CHRISTOPHER
And what do you really want?!

MESSENGER
I WANT YOU ALL TO SUFFER UNDER
JUDGMENT LIKE I DID!!!

It THRUSTS one of its hands toward Christopher, trying to stab him with its SWORD LIKE NAILS.

With an ELECTRIC CLANG, it is deflected by a BLUE ENERGY surrounding Christopher.

The messenger holds its hand IN PAIN.

CHRISTOPHER
Is this your true form?!

Christopher looks around at the crowd of people.

CHRISTOPHER (CONT’D)
(to the people)
This is what you were praying to! Ask
yourself if you are worse than this!
Because if you are not, you more than
deserve the gift of life, and you
deserve this beautiful world to enjoy
it in!

The messenger CRIES OUT in PAIN.

It THRUSTS its other hand at Christopher’s back.

With a CLANG, it is deflected by the BLUE ENERGY again.

THE MESSENGER falls to the ground IN PAIN.

Christopher turns toward the messenger, walks slowly next to it, and STANDS OVER IT as if ready to kill.

CHRISTOPHER (CONT’D)
The people no longer believe in you!
Your message means nothing! IT IS
OVER!

Christopher and the messenger MEET EYES.

CHRISTOPHER’S EYES lose their blue glow, and return to normal.

HE STARES DEEPLY into the ORANGE eyes of the messenger.

A wave of COMPASSION falls over his face.

The messenger quickly sits up, and THRUSTS out one of its arms.

IT PIERCES Christopher’s stomach. BLOOD shoots out of his mouth, as he falls backward to the ground.

THE CROWD GASPS

ANGELICA
(screaming)
NOOOOO!!!!

Angelica RUNS to Christopher’s side.

THE MESSENGER COLLAPSES, WHINING in pain.

Angelica kneels next to Christopher.

ANGELICA
(crying)
Oh my God!

Christopher smiles. THE BLOOD dripping from his mouth.

CHRISTOPHER
(weakly)
It’s OK... Look in its eyes.

ANGELICA
WHAT?!

CHRISTOPHER
(still smiling)
...Trust me... I know now why I was
chosen. It’s you... you’re the one
that can stop this.

Angelica looks SHOCKED.

ANGELICA
What?!... I can’t! I’m not like you!
I don’t know how!

CHRISTOPHER
...Yes you do... Go over to it and
say what you feel. Trust me. You can
CHRISTOPHER (CONT’D)
do this... I believe in you.

Angelica stares at Christopher as he lays back and closes his eyes. He BREATHS HEAVILY as he tries to save his energy.

With HATRED and TEARS in her eyes, Angelica turns to face the messenger.

She walks over slowly.

THEIR EYES MEET, and the hatred on Angelica’s face is released and replaced with COMPASSION.

The messenger simply stares at the compassionate Angelica standing over it, WHINING IN PAIN.

THE CROWD LOOKS ON IN SILENCE.

ANGELICA
(to the messenger)
...You were beautiful once... Were you
an angel?

The messenger continues to STARE and WHINE.

ANGELICA
(softly)
...What have they done to you?

Angelica CONTINUES TO STARE with sympathy.

Angelica TURNS TOWARD THE CROWD.

ANGELICA
(to the crowd)
What you see before you was once
beautiful, just like all of you! It
was an angel that protected and
loved! It was mistreatment and
selfishness that changed it into what
it is now! The hatred it has for you
is a reflection of the hatred others
had for it, out of jealousy, out of misunderstanding, and out of ignorance!
This is the result of all of that! It
hates you, but I know you can forgive
it!

She points to CHRISTOPHER on the ground.
ANGELICA
But like he said, he knows you’re
trying! He knows you’re trying to
understand! He knows you’re learning
to become selfless! He knows all this
because he hears your prayers and
your thoughts, and he knows that you
do this because you’re all connected
with something very special... with
love! The same connection you have
with even this!

She looks at the fallen messenger, then looks back at the crowd.

ANGELICA (CONT’D)
He knows, and I know now that you’re
sorry for what you’ve done and that
you can also forgive it for what it’s
done, and give it that peace we all
search for... But only you can do that individually, with those same thoughts,
and those same prayers! I ask you to
want and find that forgiveness in your
hearts, because it will hear you.

Angelica looks around at the crowd.

THE CROWD IS SILENT.

THEY STARE at the messenger.


MORE SILENCE.


Then some begin to kneel.


Some show compassion on their face.


A few begin to speak to themselves.


More begin to speak, then still more.


THE SOUND OF THOUSANDS OF PRAYERS mix together again.

CHRISTOPHER with his eyes closed from weakness and pain, begins to smile.

SUNLIGHT peaks through the clouds, and soon they disperse completely to reveal A BEAUTIFUL BLUE SKY.

THE MESSENGER stops whining in pain, and STARES up at the  HEAVENLY sight of the light-blue sky above it.

A SINGLE TEAR forms in one of its orange eyes, and rolls down its face.

IT BEGINS TO FLOAT, and is drawn back toward THE SPHERE OF ENERGY.

IT DISAPPEARS into the BLINDING LIGHT of the energy.

THE SPHERE OF ENERGY VANISHES.

THE WIND STOPS.

CALM

THE CROWD talks peacefully amongst themselves.

ANGELICA looks over at CHRISTOPHER still lying on the ground.

TEARS begin to fall uncontrollably from her eyes.

SHE RUNS back to his side and KNEELS beside him.

CHRISTOPHER slowly opens his eyes and looks at angelica the same way as when he first saw her.

HE SMILES.

CHRISTOPHER
(weakly)
...I knew you could do it.

Angelica looks at his wound, and she begins to cry even harder.

ANGELICA
(crying)
Tell me you’ll make it... please.



CHRISTOPHER
(almost a whisper)
...Angelica I’m not going to live
through this.

ANGELICA
Christopher... no!

CHRISTOPHER
...My purpose here is finished. The
people know the truth now.

ANGELICA
NO! Please don’t leave me!

CHRISTOPHER
(smiling)
...Angelica... I’m not leaving you.
I could never do that... I absolutely
adore you, and I am so happy I could
touch you again, and help you remember
yourself. Help you see that beautiful
girl I always see when I look at you...
...I’ll always be with you... You’re
my angel...

With those words Christopher passes away, his eyes now closed.

Angelica leans close to him, WEEPING, and kisses him softly on his lips.

She closes her eyes and tears begin to drip from her face.

THE CROWD watches in SILENCE.

DISSOLVE TO:

INT. TV STUDIO - AFTERNOON

ANGELICA sits beside a news desk with PURPOSE burning in her eyes. She is BEING INTERVIEWED by a well-dressed male JOURNALIST.

JOURNALIST
So after the unbelievable events in
Washington you’ve written books in
various languages, and toured the
world alone, with stories of an angel
that appeared to you, and stayed with
JOURNALIST (CONT’D)
you for a week... Why?

ANGELICA
Oh I’m not alone.. He’s always with me.
But I did it because what I learned from
him helped me in my life, and I think it
could help a lot of other people
throughout the world as well.

JOURNALIST
If the messenger was a fallen angel,
why did it choose to act out now?

ANGELICA
Because it was the perfect time. Most
people carry around a false feeling
that things are getting worse in the
world, and it was the perfect time to
exploit that. But really things aren’t
getting worse. The world still has a
lot of problems we all know that, but
when you look at our past.. really
things are evolving.

JOURNALIST
And why were you chosen to stop the
false messenger?

Angelica looks up for a second.

ANGELICA
I think I was chosen because someone
out there had faith in me that I could.

JOURNALIST
...I have to ask you a question.

ANGELICA
Go ahead.

JOURNALIST
I was one of the millions around the
would that watched you on that Sunday.
...What are you?

ANGELICA
(smiling)
I’m an angel.

THE END.