I put together a transcript of that scene from episode 6 as a writing/meta resource. Notes and descriptions are my own, but the dialogue is transcribed as faithfully as I can.
Metatron: (with the slight undercurrent of a threat in his tone)
“Right, it’s just you and me, Aziraphale, eh? I think we need to have a bit of a chinwag? Don’t you?
Aziraphale: (nervous, but firmly)
“I don’t believe there’s anything left to be said. I’ve made my position quite clear.
Metatron:
“Yeah, well, I brought you a coffee from the shop.”
(a surprised, mistrustful glance from Aziraphale)
“It’s an oat milk latte with a hefty jiggle of almon syrup.”
Aziraphale: (nervous smile)
“You brought me a coffee?”
Metaton: “Are you going to take it?”
Aziraphale: (Takes it, with trepidation, looking at it as though it's a test he's expecting to fail.) Shall I?
Metatron: (weirdly intense) “Drink it? (scoffing) Of course! I’ve ingested things in my time you know”.
Aziraphale:
“It’s.. ooh... it’s very nice.” (putting on a smile... )
Metatron: "Jolly well hope so. Well, we have things to talk about. “
(Aziraphale’s face immediately falls)
“Shall we take a little stroll?
Aziraphale:
Um...
(He looks back to Crowley for reassurance)
Crowley: (*nonchalant) Mm. Go on. They can’t get any weirder.
Aziraphale is escorted out by the Metatron while tense music plays, he seems like a man headed for the gallows. As soon as Aziraphale’s back is turned Metatron looks back at Crowley with a menacing stare - it’s unclear if Crowley notices.
*the nonchalance is possibly feigned. This interaction stuck me as very odd. Aziraphale’s voice, his body language are all telegraphing fear - or at least unease - and Crowley - seemingly - isn’t picking up on any of these cues.
Despite his previous (possibly feigned) nonchalance, Crowley is out of his chair and on his feet the second the Metatron’s back is turned, his gaze following the pair through the windows, until he turns around and notices Muriel.
Crowley: Oh. You should leave now too.
Muriel:
The Metatron told me to wait, he said he might need me. Me! (Smiles disbelievingly) He might need me!
Crowley:
Marvelous. Have a gold star.
They'll be back soon.
Muriel: Yes!
Crowley:
When Aziraphale does get back, I think we need a little us time. After all this I think we are going for an extremely alcoholic breakfast at the Ritz.
Muriel: Brilliant Idea! Breakfast. Us time.
Crowley: Just us. Not you.
Muriel: Oh. (Laughs) Oh right yes. I can um, explore the book shop.
Crowley: You need to go.
Muriel: Can I- can I take a book with me? I was looking at one earlier, they're like people, only portable!
Crowley: Go for it, here, you'll like this one.
He tosses her a book, The Crow Road by Iain Banks, she leaves with it.
At the coffee shop, Maggie convinces Nina to stage their little intervention. Crowley restores the bookshop while he waits.
Maggie and Nina enter.
Nina: Tidied up? Where's the other one we need to talk to you.
Crowley: Now's not a good time.
Nina: I wasn't asking. There are things you need to hear. You and your... partner have been messing about in our lives.
Maggie:
We're not a game, we're real people you cant just pair us up for your amusement.
Crowley: (mumbling) You were crying and Nina needed rescuing and-
Nina: My relationship just ended, I am not ready to start another one just yet, I'd just be a rebound mess, I can't start seeing Maggie. When I'm ready (I hope) she'll be there. But there isn't any guarantee.
Maggie: There is.
Nina: You're not helping, angel.
Look at you two, You're the hard bitten one, who can't trust anyone.
And Mr Wherever He Is is the soft one who still believes in magic and people being basically good and all that.
Crowley: Why are you telling me all this, I don't understand.
Maggie: That's why she's telling you. Because you don't understand. Because you and Mr Fell don't ever talk to each other.
Crowley: We talk all the time! We've been talking for millions of years. Blah blah blah blah blah. I say something brilliant and he says something unintentionally funny back.
Maggie: You never say what you're really thinking. That was all we needed. It's what you two need as well.
The camera cuts to the Metatron and Aziraphale talking across the street from the shop.
Metatron:
“Well you don’t have to answer immediately, take all the time you need.”
Aziraphale seems disconcerted.
Aziraphale:
“I- I- don’t know what to say.”
Metatron:
“Well then, go and tell your friend the good news.”
Aziraphale gives another small, nervous smile, bracing himself, still looking a bit flustered and ill at ease as he crosses the street. He exhales. As he enters the shop, his entire demeanour changes. Suddenly he appears excited, without reservations. He barely spares a glance to Maggie and Nina as they leave.
(Maggie:“We’re just going”.
Nina: “I’m sure you two have a lot to say”)
The camera cuts outside to Muriel and The Metatron, they have their conversation where he’s weirdly encouraging about her reading a book before he turns back to look at the shop.
The camera returns to the inside of the bookshop. Crowley is a bundle of nervous energy while Aziraphale is practically bouncing with ill-contained excitement.
Crowley: “Look, I suppose, um... I’ve got something to say...”
Camera swings back to Aziraphale whose face is excited but whose hands are making hushing gestures, he glances back over his shoulder and - to me at least- he looks a little nervous again but still excited.
“... I know we ought to be talking about... it’s probably best if I start off doing all the talking, you do all the listening, `cause if I don’t start talking now, I won’t ever start talking, right? Yes, so--”
Aziraphale: (Extremely bubbly and expressive) What’s that lovely human expression? Oh yes! Hold that thought! You see I- Ooh- I have some incredibly good news to give you.
Crowley: (Doubtful) Really?
I- um- so uh um-- the Metatron, you know, uh -I don’t think he’s as bad a fellow- Well- uh- I think I might have misjudged him. You see, I (more inarticulate flustered noises) Well, he said, um, uh that, Gabriel obviously hadn’t worked out (nervous laugh) as Supreme Archangel and commander of the heavenly host and he asked who I thought should take over in Heaven now that’s Gabriel was gone and I said...
Flashback to the conversation between Metatron and Aziraphale at the coffee shop:
Aziraphale: (Distracted)
“Michael?”
Metatron:
“Oh don’t be silly, no no no no no, there’s only one candidate who makes even the slightest bit of sense. And that's you."
Cut back to bookshop:
Aziraphale:
And I said, “Me?"
And he said
Cut back to the cafe.
“Well, yes you’re a leader, you're honest, you don’t just tell people what they want to hear. It’s why Gabriel came to you in the first place I imagine. There are huge plans afoot, enormous projects, and I will need you to run them. You are just the angel for the job.”
(flustered)
“I..I..I don’t want to go back to heaven, where would I get my coffee”
Metatron:
“You know, as supreme archangel, you would be able to decide who to work with. Yeah, I’ve been looking back over a number of your previous exploits, and I see that in quite a few of them you formed a de facto partnership with the demon Crowley. Now if you wanted to work with him again, that... might be considered irregular but it would certainly be within your jurisdiction to restore your friend, Crowley, to full angelic status.
Cut back to the bookshop:
Crowley: (As if he’s just heard the most vile threat) “He said what?”
Aziraphale: (As if he’s delivering the most wonderful news in the world.). “He said I could appoint you to be an angel.
You could come back to Heaven and everything just like the old times. Only even nicer. (Can barely contain his joy).
Crowley: Right. And you told him just where he could stick it then.
Aziraphale: (Taken aback) Not at all.
Crowley: (Furious) Oh we’re better than that, you’re better than that, Angel!
(camera cuts back to Aziraphales face and we see the light is starting to dim, the smile is fading.)
You don’t need them. I certainly don’t need them! They asked me back to hell and I said No I’m not going to be joining their* team. Neither should you.
Aziraphale: (Flustered, trying to recapture the excitement) But, well obviously you said no to Hell (dismissively) you’re** the bad guys, but Heaven (imploringly) Well it’s the side of truth or light (he says this like he’s surprised he needs to convince Crowley, like it’s obvious) of good.
*,**: just a heartbreaking aside: but worth noting here how Crowley refers to himself as separate from Hell, and then Aziraphale lumps them back together.
Crowley: (Insistent) When heaven ends life here on Earth, it will be just as dead as if Hell ended it.
Aziraphale stares at him shocked.
Crowley: (Desperate) “Tell me you said no.”
Aziraphale can’t look at him.
“Tell me you said no.”
Aziraphale: If I’m in charge... I can make a difference.
Crowley: (Stares at him for a beat then groans) “oh.” (Turns away from Aziraphale and collects himself) “Oh god, right, ok. Right. I didn’t get a chance to say what I was going to say I think I’d better say it now. Right. Okay yes, so” (sighs) “We’ve known each other a long time. (Camera cuts back to Aziraphale who is looking confused and nervous again) We’ve been on this planet a long time. I mean, you and me. I could* always rely on you. You could always rely on me, we’re a team a group, group of the two of us (cuts back to Aziraphale who is still wearing an expression of shock, hurt and confusion, barely taking this in) and we’ve spent our existence pretending that we aren’t (Crowleys voice is breaking) I mean, the last few years, not really (he vascillates wildly between staring at Aziraphale, and not being able to look at him) and I would like to sp- (he cuts himself off again, overcome, as he looks away, he takes a breath) I mean if Gabriel and Beezlebub can do it, go off together (he looks back, directly at Aziraphale, speaking, insistently, imploringly) then we can (Aziraphale, stares at him uncomprehendingly), just the two of us, we don’t need heaven we don’t hell, they’re toxic, (Aziraphale is shaking his head now) we need to get away from them, just be an us, you and me, what do you say.
*note: use of past tense here, is heartbreaking, Crowley already knows which way this is going to go.
Aziraphale: (Imploringly, beseechingly) Come with me. To Heaven, I’ll run it, you can be my second in command. We can make a difference.
Crowley: (Seriously) You can’t leave this bookshop.
Aziraphale: * (Earnestly) Oh Crowley, nothing lasts forever.
Crowley: (Devastated) No. No. I don’t suppose it
(He puts his glasses on)
Goodluck.
(He starts to leave)
*For such an avid reader, Aziraphale is apparently completely unable to pick up on the subtleties of a metaphor.
Aziraphale:
Goodluck? Crowley? Crowley! Come back!
Crowley does stop, turning back to look at Aziraphale.
To Heaven. (Desperately, insistently ) Work with me!
We can be together!
At this Crowley makes a dismissive, heartbroken noise and looks away.
Angels! Doing good!
He remains turned away from Aziraphale, unable to look at him.
(Pleadingly) I need you!
Aziraphale becomes visibly angry.
I don’t think you understand what I’m offering you.
Crowley: (At this Crowley does look back).
I understand. (Pityingly) I think I understand a whole lot better than you do.
Aziraphale: (Rejected, angry, hearbroken)
Well... then there’s nothing more to say.
Crowley: Listen. Hear that
Aziraphale: (Frustrated) I don’t hear anything.
Crowley: That’s the point, no nightingales.
(Heartbroken) you idiot. We could have been us!
Aziraphale, angry and upset, looks away.
Crowely storms up and pulls him into a kiss. Aziraphale doesn’t seem to know what to do with his hands, he grabs Crowley’s back and then releases him. They separate with Aziraphale overcome, visibly close to tears.
Aziraphale: *I forgive you.
*Personal opinion but I suspect he’s referring to his perception that Crowley is abandoning him.
Crowley: (Disgusted) Don’t bother.
He leaves the shop.
Aziraphale tries not to sob, he brings his fingers to his lips and tries to compose himself.
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