QATHAFI Tunisia? What is going on there? 1st GUARD Nobody knows, Sir. QATHAFI Well what do you know?

1st GUARD They say, uh, the Security Services, that the Internet thing -2nd GUARD WikiLeaks. QATHAFI Wikileaks? 1st GUARD Yes Sir. QATHAFI Yes Sir? Im surrounded by cattle. Tell Captain Samina to come here. The 1st GUARD exits past JIBRAIL but doesnt see her at all. QATHAFI waves the 2nd GUARD to back up and stand outside his door near JIBRAIL, and doesnt see her either. 2nd GUARD Yes Sir. QATHAFI God help me. Why cant President Ben Ali keep his people in line? I dont like it. Tunisia is only next door. 1st GUARD re-enters with CAPTAIN SAMINA, a sharp Libyan Woman in the same green uniform as the guards, only as an officer. JIBRAIL suddenly steps in front of her, and they see her. SAMINA What the hell? Who are you? JIBRAIL Sister Jasmine al-Psylli, Captain. SAMINA How did you get past the perimeter?

JIBRAIL (hands her papers) I hope all is well with you today, Gifhaelic bayhi? And your family, and the Great Libyan Jamahirya, the State of the Wretched Islamic Masses? I have an urgent appointment for this very hour with the Brother Colonel about our glorious Jihad. SAMINA Jihad? These papers are bullshit --

JIBRAIL suddenly pulls out a dagger and thrusts at Samina, but she is just as quick and parries the thrust with her arm, and the 2 women suddenly begin a furious fight, with the 2 guards too startled to do anything. JIBRAIL quickly overpowers SAMINA and pins her to the ground, and then swiftly takes out both of the Guards as well, almost with magical, superhuman, inexplicable ability. QATHAFI pulls a pistol and is about to shoot her. JIBRAIL Freeze, asshole! QATHAFI How did you -JIBRAIL (overpowering him too) Im a lawyer from Benghazi. QATHAFI What? JIBRAIL (holding them all at bay) Jasmine al-Psylli. Good morning. Now send away this cow, and whatever these are. He waves the others away, and they limp, confused, offstage. QATHAFI Very impressive. I just have one question. How are you going to get out of here, alive? JIBRAIL The same way I got in. Your aziziya Barracks here in Tripoli are supposed to be impregnable. So are you fellow tyrants Ben Ali in Tunisia, and Mubarak in Egypt, but theyll be gone in a matter of weeks. QATHAFI What do you mean, gone?

JIBRAIL The same way I got past all your elite Green Uniforms. QATHAFI Then you are Angel of God. JIBRAIL Ah, but which God. And dont give me that Allah stuff, and Mahomet is his Messenger. QATHAFI Djinni demon of the Desert. I know you well. JIBRAIL Of coure you do. QATHAFI Have a seat. Chahee? JIBRAIL (hands him an elegant Scroll) No thank you. I have an urgent dispatch for you, an Order, really. QATHAFI (reading it) From the Marid, or Iblees, your satanic masters? JIBRAIL I am here to rescue my brother, the Prince al-Psylli, General of the Holy Jihad of God. QATHAFI (reading) And you dont mean Allah. JIBRAIL I am not here to ask for your help, or arms, or your fortune that is Allahs so amply given as a gift and a curse -QATHAFI You would know that better than me, demon of lascivious Earth. JIBRAIL -- to the noble tribes of Libya, engendered by God. Your treasure is for God to give -QATHAFI Goddess Whore, you mean, the petroleum queen.

JIBRAIL Cute. And Their Kingdom for the people to accept. I am here to see that Allahs limitless bounty - for there is no God but Allah, right? - is restored to the true freedom of my Prince, and to relieve you of the burdens of command. For I am Jibrail, Gabriel, and not a demon Marid of the desert. QATHAFI Jibrail is not a woman, slutted out like an Italian. I have seen many of you Petitioners, posing as wizards or sorceresses from Africa, youve been watching too much Harry Potter. JIBRAIL (hands him more papers, stands to leave) No. Here are my credentials. QATHAFI Your story is youre a lawyer from Benghazi, and youre sticking with it? JIBRAIL They are all in order. You have your commission, Colonel, now obey it. QATHAFI Just how do you propose to get out of here? She laughs and exits. He pushes a button on his desk, and SIRENS start blaring wildly. SAMINA and the 2 GUARDS rush back on. SAMINA Sir? QATHAFI Theres a major security breech. Stop that woman! SAMINA Sir? What woman? QATHAFI How could you miss her? Some slutted out European -1st GUARD Yes Sir! They all run off again. He sits, exasperated.

QATHAFI They wont find her. Its all delusion. What is it King Solomon said? All is vanity. All is vanity. What is this Scroll? Is this any more real? Dribrahim, come in here. He has shouted, and another man enters - DRIBRAHIM, a frazzled middle-aged bureaucrat in a rumpled suit, sweating and wiping his bald head and brow. DRIBRAHIM Yeah, Boss? Another crazy breech in the sirens? QATHAFI Show a little respect, my old school chum from the desert. DRIBRAHIM (kneels and kisses his ring finger) O thou glorious divine King of Kings of Africa. QATHAFI (laughing) Get off your knees, the Homos will get the wrong idea. I got a job for you. Here, read this. DRIBRAHIM (sitting, reading) Ive already got twenty-seven jobs. The African Union wants more bribe money, to be your big supporters, and -- what the hell? This doesnt make any sense. QATHAFI I know. But the demon witch from the Sahara will eat my children alive if I dont do it. DRIBRAHIM Youre crazy as a jerboa rat, you know that? QATHAFI Like all Libyans. Weve been cursed from Julius Caesar times. Go to Leptis Magna and find King Zeid al-Psylli. Just humor me. The 2 Guards run back in. 2nd GUARD We cant find anyone anywhere. QATHAFI Get the fuck outa here! The Guards run out again. DRIBRAHIM

Who? What? QATHAFI Dont ask. DRIBRAHIM Your people all hate you, ya know? QATHAFI I hate you. DRIBRAHIM Son of the Desert, Qaddaf tribe of the Syrtes, sent dispatches in some unholy scrawl, to proceed to ancient Leptis Magna by al-Khoms, in the holy Hill of Graces it says here -QATHAFI Herodotus. DRIBRAHIM Okay, we all know youre educated. Superstitious. And then this says in some kind of formal Arabic, I can barely read -QATHAFI Classical. DRIBRAHIM Ive never even seen it in the Quran. Quote: to do the bidding of the old Emir Zeid al-Psylli, father of the legendary Sharif Muhammad, who is not--, this is incredible Muammar. -- Sharif who is not, NOT, a descendent of the Mecca Prophet. How can he be a sharif, then? QATHAFI Praise not be upon his name. DRIBRAHIM You know who this is? He went off to the Yom Kippur War in 1973 and almost wiped out Israel. Legend indeed. So why this now, and from whom? QATHAFI Why these upheavals suddenly in Tunisia and Egypt, on both sides of us? DRIBRAHIM The al-Psyllis are unrepentant Royalists, far beyond the hereditary Senussi Idris puppet from the U.N. we overthrew, blessedly, in 1969. Theyre a much older, some say Pagan, tribe.

QATHAFI They are Pagan. Devil worshippers. Zeid disciplined my father, badly, once, when I was a boy. My father never forgot it, nor have I. This is a dangerous uprising in the making, and theyve got a powerful Djinn on their side. At least. Youd better go to al-Khums just in case, even if this message is horseshit, and sound out whats going on. DRIBRAHIM Yeah, I think youre right. QATHAFI Take a C-130 transport, what the Americans call a Hercules. And an armored company of my best Guards, such as they are. DRIBRAHIM Right away. Dont worry, my friend. Dribrahim exits, wearily.

QATHAFI Sharif Muhammad. Where are you?

He stands and stares out past his tent flaps. Slow fade