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MICHAEL STARS AS FATHER PIERRE ROCHEFORT,
A PARISH PRIEST CONFLICTED AS A SERIAL KILLER CONFESSES AND HE'S
UNABLE TO REVEAL INFORMATION TO 'NICK KNIGHT', THE DETECTIVE WORKING
ON THE MURDERS.
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Season One:
FOR I HAVE SINNED,
written
by Philip John Taylor
Forever Knight episode 3, season
1
transcribed by Victoria E.
Meredith
extra scenes transcribed by Janet
Dornhoff
People with lines other than
"AAAAAH!" (in order of appearance)
A woman having an affair with the
department store security guard
A man, security guard for a
department store
The killer (K)
Detective Nick Knight, Metro
homicide cop; vampire (N)
Janette, owner of the Raven;
vampire (J)
Detective Don Schanke, Metro
homicide cop and Nick's partner (S)
Dr. Natalie Lambert, coroner (NA)
Father Pierre Rochefort, a young
priest (P)
Jeanne d'Arc (JE)
An older priest
Alma, a sexy female vampire
Three women who work at
"Loose Lips," a phone sex outfit
Becky, a supervisor (?) at
"Loose Lips"
Magda, a "Loose Lips"
worker; the killer's next target (M)
Police Captain Stonetree (ST)
A woman who comes to confession
The police officer assigned to
protect Magda
An officer who brings Schanke
sauerkraut
Questionable words are enclosed
in {} brackets and marked with
question marks.
TEASER
[Night.
Inside a closed, darkened department store, a male security
guard and a woman in lingerie
dally on a bed in the furniture
department.]
Woman: [Laughing.]
I am outta here! [She begins
to dress, clasping a
cross around her neck.]
Man: Come here, come here, come
here, come here. It's red tag days.
We've got a two-for-one
special....
Woman: Ohh...it's too late.
You'll have to wait for the one-cent sale.
[He walks her to the door.]
Man: Get home safely.
Woman: I will.
[They kiss.] Take care.
Man: Call me, okay?
[She leaves. In her car, the
woman replaces a
diamond ring on her left hand.
As she prepares to leave, a black clad
figure wearing a ski mask pops up
from the back seat. She screams,
and
he begins to strangle her.
Inside the store, the guard wanders around;
television sets play a horror
movie. The security guard hears only the
screams of the woman on TV.
Outside, the killer tears the cross pendant
that the woman is wearing from
around her neck.]
Killer: You don't deserve to wear
this. [The woman whimpers, then
dies.]
OPENING CREDITS
He was brought across in 1226.
Preyed on humans for their blood. Now
he wants to be mortal again, to
repay society for his sins. To
emerge
from his world of darkness...from
his endless forever night.
COMMERCIAL
[The Raven.
Nick walks past an assortment of denizens of the night,
looking for Janette.
He bumps into an unkempt young man with a punk
haircut.
The punk snarls at him, vampire-style.
Nick avoids him, then
turns back and leans close.]
N: A word to the wise:
immortality is no excuse not to floss. [The
punk
snarls again, and Nick walks up
to Janette.]
J: So, Nicolas.
[He kisses her hello, then gestures towards the dance
floor.]
N: Myra looks like death warmed
over.
J: Well, you know Myra.
Bingeing one minute, purging the next.
I
think she still has remnants of a
conscience. No self-respect.
N: I'm here on business.
Two women have been murdered this week,
one decapitated, one
disemboweled. [Janette walks away.]
J: And so you came to...me, hmm?
Nicolas, you used to be so charming.
You know I don't care about what
happens to them. And neither should
you.
N: Some people change.
J: Ah, but you're not
"people," hm? You're
never going to learn that, are
you? [Janette dips her finger in
the wine glass she's holding and holds it
seductively close to Nick's face.
A droplet of blood quivers at the end of
her fingertip.]
Just taste it. [He leans
forward, then resists.] You
can't
deny what you are.
You need it. [Temptation....
And Schanke walks
into the bar, yelling for Nick.]
S: Hey, Knight!
Knight!
N: [To Janette:]
If you hear anything.... [Janette
smiles.] Bon appetit.
[He walks towards Schanke.
Janette licks the blood from her finger.
Across the floor, Alma, dressed
in black leather, comes towards Schanke
and licks her lips seductively.]
S: Well, uh, hi there.
[A man comes forward and pulls Alma away. She
goes willingly, staring backwards
at Schanke. Nick reaches his
partner.]
N: I thought I told you to stay
outside.
S: What're you doing?
I was just about to score! [Nick
pushes him
towards the exit.]
N: Outside.
Come on.
S: Outside, wait outside, so you
can play with all that beautiful stuff in
there by yourself--
[They leave the Raven and walk towards the car.]
N: It's dangerous in there,
Schanke.
S: Dangerous?
[Laughs.] I eat danger for
breakfast. That is grade-A
action in there.
You're just selfish.
N: [Playfully.]
Look, you're a married man, Schanke.
S: Hey, listen.
My father fooled around, _his_ father fooled around, it's
a family tradition.
N: Oh, yeah?
You know, I don't think you've got it in you.
S: [Indignantly.]
Oh, is that right?
N: Yeah.
S: Is that right--you don't think
I got it in me?
N: No, I don't.
S: Well, I'm tellin' you, it's in
the genes.
N: Ha!
[They get in Nick's Caddy.]
S: You're lookin' at a killer
ladies' man. [The police radio
blares with a
staticky voice:]
Dispatcher: 81 Kilo, 81 Kilo,
where the hell are you guys?
N: What's this?
S: That's why I came in to get
you.
N: What is it this time?
S: Ugly.
[Tires screech as the Caddy pulls away.]
***************Extra
Scene****************
Nick turns the ignition, tries to
start the car. The engine groans
for a couple of seconds, then
turns over with an alarming thunk.
S: Great car.
N: It works!
They pull away.
*****************End Extra
Scene**********
[Crime scene.
The woman from the department store is stretched out on
the ground with her arms at right
angles to her body, holes in her palms.
There is a chalk line around her
corpse. Frantic activity in the
background.]
S: What the hell is this?
N: [Grimly.]
It's a crucifixion. [Loudly.]
Get her covered up and get
her out of here.
S: You heard what the man said.
Get her to the M.E., fast.
*************Extra
Scene*************
Nick has turned away quickly;
Schanke goes over to him, grips his
arm.
S: You okay?
Nick hurries past Schanke, away
from the crucifixion, giving Schanke
a reassuring clap on the arm as
he goes past. They move away,
Schanke solicitous, Nick upset.
S: I got to admit, that's a first
for me, too.
They are now in front of a green
sports car. The store guard is
leaning against it, hunched in on
himself.
N: What's his name?
S: Gregory something.
That is a guilty man.
N: Yeah, but not about killing
her.
They were probably just
having an affair.
S: He and the victim?
They said she was married!
N: Ah, come on, Schanke, I
thought you were a man of the world.
They move over to the guard.
He looks like he's crying.
Nick turns to a uniform.
N: Take him in.
Maybe he knows something.
They move a little bit back
towards the crime scene. Nick
stops,
eyes the scene.
The body has been removed; a chalk outline with
bloodstains at the wrists and
ankles remains.
S: They say that death by
crucifixion takes hours, days, even.
N: She was dead before she got
spiked.
S: How do you know that?
Nick moves over, crouches down
next to the chalk outline.
N: There's not enough blood.
Camera pulls away, showign Nick,
outline w/ bloodstains, Schanke
hovering nearby.
*************End Extra
Scene************
[Coroner's office.
Nat inspects the latest victim as Nick looks on.]
NA: Boy, I really hate to admit
this, but you were right. Coronary.
She
died from sheer, unmitigated
terror. [Nat holds the bloody hand, taking
scrapings of the fingernails.]
Here, come here, I want you to look at
this.
N: Nat, would you mind?
NA: Oh.
[She replaces the spattered hand under the sheet.]
So take a
look.
[She holds up a cross on a chain.] Beautiful
isn't it?
N: [Cringes.]
Yeah, depends on your point of view.
NA: These things really make you
uncomfortable, don't they? [He
turns
away, disturbed.]
N: They make me feel weak.
I'm afraid of them.
NA: Well, that's the next thing
we should work on.
N: Well, if you don't mind, I'd
just as soon stick with your garlic pills.
NA: Hm.
To become mortal, Nick, you're going to have to confront
your _immortal_ fears.
N: You want me to start wearing
it to bed?
NA: No...but you will need it for
evidence.
N: Why?
NA: I screwed up.
It just didn't register when I found them on the other
two women.
N: The other two victims wore
crosses?
NA: I checked.
They're all Catholic.
*********Extra Shot***********
Between the crosses being found
on the victims and the killer's
confession, there's a panoramic
view of the city from the lake.
********End Extra Shot********
[Day.
Inside St. John's, a Catholic Church.
A young priest, Father
Rochefort, hears confession.]
Priest: The Lord be in your heart
and on your lips that you may freely
and sincerely confess your sins.
[We cannot see the person on the other
side of the confessional screen,
but we recognize his voice as that of the
killer.]
Killer: I don't know why I came
here.
P: There is no need to be afraid.
God is always ready to forgive us, no
matter what our transgressions--
K: _I_ haven't sinned.
I'm about God's work. I'm
cleansing his church-
-I'm _purging_ it.
[Priest is getting worried.]
P: We should all be...diligent in
our service to God.
K: Three sinners already burn in
Hell, for I hold the keys of perdition
and of death.
[A newspaper in the confessional catches the priest's eye.
The headline reads, "Third
Woman Brutally Murdered."]
P: [Nervously.]
God does not desire the death of sinners.
He wants
them to turn away from wickedness
and live. Look into your
conscience.
K: Conscience is the sinner's
word. He bleeds {?} conscience, you
absolve him, and he walks away
smiling.
P: It's not that simple.
K: The next sinner to die will be
one who defiles this cathedral with her
very presence.
She feeds the fires of lust in men, so shall she be
consumed with fire!
P: Please--you're here, you
_want_ to confess. Something deep
inside
you is crying out for help.
K: _I_ don't need help.
I _am_ the arm of God, I am his fury.
P: Please.
You must confess. You have
to listen to-- [The priest hears
the confessional door shut.
Quick footsteps retreat. The
priest throws
open the door to his side of the
cabinet, but he is too late. The
killer
is
gone.]
[Night.
Nick's place. Nick
contemplates a bottle of garlic pills for a
moment, then puts a couple in his
mouth. For a few seconds, nothing
happens, then WHAM!
He jerks backwards. He gasps
in distress, and
either the room begins to spin
crazily or he does--we can't tell which. In
the background, his phone rings
twice. The garlic is still doing a job on
him when we hear Schanke's voice
courtesy of the answering machine:]
S: Knight, it's Schanke.
You were right, for once. All
three women
were Catholic.
And get this, get this--they all went to St. John's.
Maybe
this thing is finally coming
together after all. [Nick falls,
hitting the
remote for his fireplace as he
does. Flames blaze up.] And
don't try to
call me tonight--I'm off duty.
Hasta la bye-bye. [Click.
Beep.] [Nick
taps the remote for the fireplace
and eases himself up. He picks up
the
evidence bag containing the dead
woman's cross, and carefully opens it.
He pours the cross out onto the
table and picks it up by the chain....]
[Flashback]
[15th century France.
Inside a chapel, a young woman whirls around to
find Nick behind her.]
JE: You've been following me.
[Nick oozes danger and evil.]
N: Yes.
I couldn't help myself.
JE: [She speaks with a heavy
accent.] I could feel
someone...something...
N: Hmm.
Were you frightened? Is that
why you stopped to hide?
Hmm?
JE: I am not _hiding_.
I stopped to pray for a safe journey.
I'm going to
meet with the Dauphin in
Vaucouleur. [Nick steps forward menacingly,
grabs her shoulders, and spins
her around.]
N: It's a shame.
I don't think you'll ever arrive.
JE: I have no fear of you.
N: You should.
[He smiles, showing his fangs.]
JE: No.
My grandmother used to tell me of the ancient creatures cursed
to spend eternity in darkness.
You are Nicholas of {Brabant?}. The
man of the night.
N: [Low.]
You think I'm cursed? No...I
will live forever.
JE: Oh, yes, very, because you
are afraid of salvation. You who
choose
to live forever, live in constant
fear of death. [She looks directly
into
his
eyes.]
I do not. I will pray for
you, Nicholas. I will pray for us
both.
[She begins to walk away.
Nick is impressed.]
N: Courage.
What is your other name?
JE: Joan.
[She leaves. Nick is alone
in the chapel. Church bells ring.
There is a massive wooden cross
directly in front of Nick, and he
approaches it as if in a trance.
He reaches out a hand to touch it--and
his fingers burst into flame.
He cries out in agony--]
[And is back in his apartment in
the present. He lowers the cross on
the
chain into his palm, and it burns
its imprint into his flesh but doesn't
burst into flame.
He winces, inspecting the burn.]
N: Well, the garlic pills are
definitely an improvement.
COMMERCIAL
[Behind St. John's.
Outside, a large wooden cross is being erected.
A
banner reads, "St. John's
Easter Pageant," and people are setting up
folding chairs.
An older priest directs the activities; the young priest
follows behind him, troubled.]
*********Extra
Scene*****************
Older priest: Better save as many
of those nails as we can for next year.
(mutter) Cost nearly a
dollar each.
He tosses the sticks onto a large
brush pile, turns to Father
Rochefort (P).
Starts setting up folding chairs as they talk.
Older priest: Sorry.
Well, we were talking about, uh, confessions.
P: I was saying that if someone
told you in confession they were
planning to, oh, let's say,
rob a bank, okay? No, let's make it
more, uh, melodramatic.
What if he were planning to murder
someone.
Their wife. Hypothetically,
of course. Would you go
to the police?
Older priest: You know the answer
to that. Absolutely not.
P: Even if it meant that the wife
would die?
Older priest: Yes.
The sanctity of the confessional is inviolable.
P: What about conscience?
Older priest: Now, Pierre.
God directs us, not our conscience.
If we
break
the seal of the
confessional, who could ever trust the church
again?
P: But you'd have to live with
that wife's death on your conscience.
Older priest: Yes, and I'd
probably suffer for it the rest of my life.
**********End Extra
Scene*************
Older priest: (to workman) Harry!
Come over here. Look, I'm
gonna need
you to just fill out that row in
the front, okay? That's a lad. [Harry
walks off with
the chairs.
To the younger priest:] A
priest must be true to his vows.
P: What about living--with
himself? In the real world?
Older priest: We must follow
God's will.
P: So a--a priest can do
nothing...to stop sin.
Older priest: Nothing that would
identify the sinner. W--oh, Harry!
That's wrong.
[He goes over to correct Harry's mistake.]
[Night.
The Raven. Schanke has
returned on his own. He walks in,
looking nervous and out of place
in his off-duty cop clothes. Alma
grabs
his shoulder from behind.]
Alma: [Suggestively.]
Wanna dance? Or maybe
something else?
S: Well, y--yeah, I--sure, I--
[They dance. Her dancing
style is straight
out of the nineties--swiveling
and sexy. His is circa 1975. Yelling
over
the music:]
So, what's a girl like you doin' in a place like this?
Alma: It's a life.
S: Oh.
I--I can't believe I'm actually dancing to this stuff.
Alma: And what _else_ goes with
dancing? [Schanke searches his mind
and comes up with the only
possible response:]
S: I dunno, uh--dining?
[Alma laughs. She turns to
him, and her eyes
glow.]
Alma: I was _thinking_ of
something else....Take my hand.... [Schanke
is mesmerized.]
S: S--sure.
[Church bells.
Nick walks across the lawn at St. John's.
He sees the
young priest and calls to him.]
N: Father!
[The priest stops. Nick
flashes his badge.] Detective
Knight. Homicide.
P: Pierre.
Rochefort. [He offers Nick
his hand; Nick takes it, looking
pained.]
Is, uh, there something wrong, Detective?
N: No.
P: Were you looking for me?
N: Not specifically.
I was just waiting for....
P: Any old priest who came along.
[Smiles.] Why don't we go
inside?
[He heads towards the church.]
N: It's okay, I don't mind the
weather. [Pulls out pictures of the
murdered women.]
Father, do you know any of these women?
P: [Solemnly.]
I buried them all.
N: Well, can you tell me
something about them? Did they know
each
other?
P: Sorry, I...have to go.
[He walks off, and Nick yells after him.]
N: It's a coincidence, isn't it,
Father? Three women from your church,
all murdered.
One decapitated, one disemboweled, and the last one--
P: [Agitated.]
Yes! I know.
[Firmly.] Sorry.
I can't help you.
N: Father...it's a religious
person who's doing this, isn't it?
P: [Pause.]
If that's the case...perhaps he'll confess.
N: Maybe he already has.
[The Raven.
Alma leads Schanke into a back room.]
A: In my next life...I'm gonna be
a dancing doctor. I think doctors
are
toooo...formal.
[Schanke is breathing hard.] Too
impersonal. Don't
you think?
[She pulls off his jacket.] Hmm?
Honey...baby...sugar....I
think your plumbing needs a
little flushing. [She removes his
tie and
throws him to a seat.]
That's how I'm gonna treat my patients.
[She
climbs onto Schanke's lap and
binds his hands with his tie.]
S: Oh!
A: Take slow, easy breaths, cutie
{?} We don't want your blood to boil.
Spoils the taste.
[We can hear a heartbeat, gradually getting louder.
Schanke whimpers.]
I'm gonna cure you, you macho dog. Forever.
[She vamps out and is just about
to bite Schanke's neck--]
J: Alma!
[Janette yells from the doorway. Alma
leaps back, and
Schanke shakes his head to clear
it.]
S: W--where am I?
[Leaps up, struggling to get the tie off his hands.]
How did I get--
J: Just get out of here.
Alma's not the kind of woman that _you_ want to
play around with.
The consequences could have proved fatal.
S: [Yipe!]
W--Oh--you mean she might have--You mean I could've
caught something like--
J: Let's just say that you would
become a _permanent_ member of the
night shift.
S: Oh, my God--aah!
[He tries to rush out, but Janette grabs him by the
arm, hard.]
J: Never, ever come back to this
club, Mr. Schanke. Believe me.
I'm
doing you a favor.
[She releases him and he darts out, gasping.
In the
back room, Alma growls low at
Janette, who returns the favor.]
["Loose Lips" phone sex
agency. Many women are speaking at
once,
using deep sexy voices, and
telephones are ringing. We can pick
out a
few individual conversations:]
Woman: What do I look like?
Well, honey, I'm 5'10, 42-23-36--
Woman 2: Expiration date--
Woman 3: Yeah, baby--
Becky: [Not at all sexy:]
Hey, pal. You're not gonna
get happy on dead
plastic.
[She hangs up on him.
**********Extra Scene************
Magda picks up a story she was
telling her boss
M: So I took the blue one back
and I told 'em I wanted a refund,
right?
Have I got guts or what, this was of course after I wore
it to the wedding, right?
She looks at me, and she says, (nasal,
whiny voice) "Has this
been worn?" I look her
straight in the
eyes and I say,
"Listen, honey, I had to wear it to know it didn't
fit, right?"
B: Sure! (both laugh)
******End Extra Scene***********
[Phone rings, Magda picks up her
phone.]
Magda: Hello?...Yes, this is
Magda....W--how did you get this--
....What?!
[She hangs up, obviously upset. The
woman who just hung
up on the expired card guy looks
over.]
Becky: Hey, Magda, you okay?
[Magda says nothing, only clicks a
switch and plays a recording of
the call. It is the killer's
voice.]
K: You profane the church by
feeding the fire of lust. I know
who you
are, Magda.
And all the dirty things you say. And
so you shall be
consumed by fire.
[The recording ends.]
Becky: Didn't know you went to
church.
M: Yeah, well, I didn't think it
would help my resume. Look, I've
gotta
go to the police.
This freak knows who I am.
Becky: But what are the cops
gonna do? Shake it off. Freaks
are our
business.
Uh...what time you off?
M: Um...an hour and a half.
Becky: You--you're no good to me
all wired up like this. Split,
okay?
See you tomorrow night.
[She answers her phone.]
M: Thanks, Becky.
[Becky waves her away and talks to the phone.]
Becky:
{?I know?}--bald head? Okay,
what you gotta do is sing a sweet
lullaby, turn him on his back,
and caress him very gently-- [Puts
her
hand over the receiver.
To Magda:] It's my
baby-sitter. [Back to the
phone.]
Yeah....Okay, like that. [Kissing
noise.] Yeah....
[Magda
grabs the tape from her recorder
and leaves.]
*******Extra Shot***********
As Magda leaves work, there's a
shot of her walking down the halway,
passing a janitor.
Lots of long, quiet,empty corridors.
******End Extra Shot********
[Magda walks down the darkened
hallway. She pauses at the stairwell
door.
Suddenly, there is the killer, in black with a ski mask over his
face.
He grabs her, and she tries to scream, but he muffles it with his
hand.
Nick, driving by the building in his Caddy, hears Magda
screaming inside.]
M: No!
No--oo! [She struggles to
escape.] Let go!
Let go! Let me
go....oh!
Help! Help!
K: Quiet, whore, or I'll send you
to hell right now. [Nick leaps into
the
stairwell through a roof panel.
Unnoticed by the killer, he aims his
handgun and speaks quietly.]
N: Metro police.
Release the girl. Now.
[The killer hesitates, then
makes a break for it.
He fires his gun, hitting Nick in the stomach.
Nick doubles over as the killer
runs down the stairs. Magda gasps. He
turns to her, his face contorted
as if in pain.] Call an ambulance! [She
hesitates.]
Now! [She rushes off. As soon as she is gone, he straightens
up and takes off down the stairs.
There is a bullet hole in the wall
directly behind the place where
he was standing. Outside the
building,
Nick sees a man in black running
from the scene. Nick takes aim and
shouts:]
Stop it right there! [The
man does.] Now put your hands on
your head.
[Ditto.] Turn around slowly.
Come on! [The man turns
around, pulling a toboggan hat
off his head as he does. He
speaks:]
P: Don't shoot!
N: [Surprised.]
Father Rochefort.
P: Please don't shoot.
COMMERCIAL
[Police station.
In a small room, Nick, Stonetree, and Father Rochefort
listen to the tape Magda has
brought. Nick is extremely frustrated.]
K: [On tape:]
You're a dirty little girl, aren't you?
You have spat in
God's face.
You'll pay for that. I hold
the keys of perdition and of
death.
[Nick clicks off the player.]
N: All right.
One more time. You recognize
the voice, don't you?
P: I honestly don't know.
N: Don't lie to me, Father.
It doesn't become you. [Stonetree
gives Nick
a warning glare.]
Why are you protecting the killer?
P: I'm not protecting _him_.
I'm protecting something more important--
the rules and beliefs of my
religion.
N: What about the victims of
God's unofficial avenging angel?
ST: _Nick_, that's enough.
[Kindly.] I'm sorry, Father.
Are there no
circumstances under which you
could speak? [The priest shakes his
head.]
N: Okay, you were in the alley
because you wanted to warn
Magda...weren't you?
Well, isn't that breaking your vow?
[No response.
Nick's anger explodes.]
_Come_on_, Father! All I
want is a name here!
P: Sorry.
Things said in confessional are for God's ears only.
[Nick gets
up in his face.]
N: Right.
Well, I'll tell you what, Father. Next
woman that's murdered,
you come along with me when I
tell the family. Even better, tell
the
family yourself.
[Stonetree intervenes.]
ST: All right, that's it!
Knight, you're outta here.
N: Fine.
[He moves to leave.]
P: Detective.
[Nick stops.] Faith is the
cornerstone of the church. The
church grants people salvation
and everlasting life. I _believe_
in it.
[Stands.]
Is there nothing you believe in that strongly?
[Flashback]
[15th century France.
Jeanne d'Arc is in a church, dressed as a soldier;
Nick comes up behind her as
before and she turns.]
JE: Nicholas.
N: Well.
You're a very different person from the last time we met.
A
heroine now.
JE: A heretic, they say.
N: Well, they do have a point. After all, why would God reveal his
plans through a farmer's
daughter?
JE: Why did he send his son to us
as a carpenter?
N: And so you'll die a
martyr...and I'm sure that will please you very
much.
JE: [Turns.]
What would please me very much is to be back in Doremy
with my family.
N: So you _are_ afraid of dying.
Life isn't so everlasting now. [He
leans close.]
But I can give it to you....A life that never ends....A
power
beyond your imagination....[He
moves to her neck....]
JE: [Firmly.]
Don't.
N: Why throw your life away for
the church? For some pious old men
who would lie to you?
How can you do that?
JE: If my death is necessary to
keep the church strong, so be it. I
will
live on in the hereafter.
N: How can you be so sure your God will be waiting for you on the other
side?
JE: Faith.
Pure, simple faith. [She
holds out a wooden cross bound
together with a leather thong.]
Take this to remember me by. To
remind you that the faith you
have lost is always there to regain.
***********Extra
Scene*************
Joan holds the cross out to Nick.
Nick grasps her wrist, holding it
away.
Joan kneels down before him, places the cross on the floor at
his feet, before the larger
cross. She meets his eyes the whole
time.
Joan turns and strides out without a backward glance.
Nick
circles her cross [his cloak
swirling about him beautifully], kneels
down.
Looks up at the great cross before him, then down at Joan's.
*******End Extra
Scene*************
[Present.
Police station hallway. Magda
hurries up to Nick.]
M: Detective Knight!
I've been looking all over for you.
Are you okay?
N: What?
M: What do you mean,
"what?" I just saw you get shot.