So after finishing Good omens, I just had to write a little something as a film. I just loved it too much. People should tell me what you think! Would you, as good omens fans, like or dislike this little bit! <3
EXT. THE GARDEN OF EDEN. DAY
The sun is shining out over the idealistic garden, bright
flowers and sumptuous trees dotting the landscape. There is a
apple hanging from on of the trees, a water drop rolling down
the side slowly. It drops, and we move through the garden. A
flock of birds, white and bright and chirping, fly right
across our vision, before parting to reveal a larger, white
pair of wings stood by a low wall in twined with ivy. The
wings belong to AZIRAPHALE, ageless, who is looking out of
the garden with a sort of clightly concerned solemnes. The
sky darkens slightly, and he looks up as the first drops of
rain. He drops all the solemness to look, concerned, at some
water on his hand. He has no idea what this is for.
Well, that went down like a lead
Aziraphale looks down, at the small green snake slithering up
the wall beside him. He drops the water.
Im sorry, what?
The snake, CROWLEY, regards him silently.
Bit of an overreaction, if you ask
me. First time offender and
The two beings simultaneously look out as thunder claps, as
If unsure of itself. Rain continues to fall, sliding down
Crawley, was it?
It was. That's going to have to
He indicates his serpentine body with a flick of his head. He
I don't see what's so bad about
knowing the difference between good
and Evil, though.
Well it must be pretty bad, if
Oh, thanks. Didn't even know my name
a few seconds ago and now you know
my nature, do you?
Well, you're a demon. I'm not sure
if it's actually possible for you to
Hey, I don't know. I just got sent
up here and told to make some
I think its just, uh, part of your
basic nature. Nothing personal,
mind. Just a part of the ineffable
way things are. Can't argue with the
Crowley seems to have lost interest. Aziraphale joins him in
watching outwards again. There's nothing uncomfortable or
intent about it, just no particular need to say anything.
After a moment, Crowley glances at him and cocks his head.
I say, didn't you have a flaming
Aziraphale looks very guilty and glances back into the
You did, didn't you? It flamed like
anything! What happened to it?
Aziraphale looked guiltily down the winding path that lead
away from the garden.
Lost it, have you?
So what happened?
Well if you must know, I gave it
Crowley regarads him with surprise.
Oh, we'll I couldnt just leave them
to the wild animals down there, with
the storm coming up, and they cant
come back here without causing an
almighty row and she's with child
Already and they just looked so
(he looks at Crowley)
Do you think it was the right thing
It has evidently been weighing on his mind.
I don't know if it's actually
possible for you to do bad.
Oh I do hope not.
He seems to relax, somewhat.
Then again, I keep wondering. What
if the thing with the apple was the
He seems glum about this prospect
A demon can get in real trouble, you
know, doing the right thing.
They both seem quite sobered by the idea. They pause for a
while, then Crowley puts his head down and begins to slither
off the wall. He slithers a few meters along the path, before
turning to Aziraphale again.
Would be funny if we both got it
wrong, wouldn't it? If you did the
wrong thing and I did the right?
He doesn't wait for an answer, instead turning and continuing
to slither down the road.
Aziraphale raises his wings above his head to ward of the
rain. He turned to look back into the garden, looking
Title screen: slightly browned paper fills the screen. There
is the sound of a typewriter tapping away. There's a ping,
and the paper slides up to reveal a block of text:
25. And the Lord spake unto the Angel that guarded the
eastern gate, saying, Where is the flaming sword I gave unto
There there is another sequence of typing, then another ping,
causing more words to slide up.
26. And the Angel said, I had it here only a moment ago, I
must have put it down somewhere, forget my own head next.
The next sequence reveals:
27. And the Lord did not ask him again.
There is a whirring, and the paper rises to reveal, in a