Calvary Page #14

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LYNCH:

Yeah your “kind”. Your time has gone,

and you don’t even f***ing realise it.

LAVELLE:

My time will never be gone.

LYNCH:

You hear that? The arrogance of the

man.

ASAMOAH:

You need to be a little more humble,

Father.

LYNCH:

He needs taking down a peg or two,

is what he needs.

LAVELLE looks at them both. He steps down from his stool,

puts his hand into the pocket of his soutane, and

withdraws the Webley revolver, aiming it at them -

LAVELLE:

Take me down, then.

ASAMOAH steps back, but LYNCH doesn’t flinch. He looks

coolly at LAVELLE -

LYNCH:

Go on. I f***ing dare ya.

LAVELLE looks blankly at him. Adjusts his aim and fires -

Into the ranks of spirits and the mirror behind the bar,

shattering nearly everything -

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EXT. LYNCH’S BAR - NIGHT 85

The blasts from the revolver lighting up the bar -

86

INT. LYNCH’S BAR - NIGHT 86

The gun clicks. Empty. All six shots fired.

LAVELLE looks at LYNCH and ASAMOAH, swaying slightly.

LYNCH reaches under the bar and produces a yellow baseball

bat. ASAMOAH grins.

87

INT. RECTORY (BATHROOM) - NIGHT 87

LAVELLE washing his bloody hands in the sink. His bloody

face reflected in the mirror.

LEARY, in pyjamas, passes by the open doorway --*

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LEARY:

Jesus Christ! What happened to you?

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LAVELLE:

Brendan Lynch.

LEARY:

Brendan Lynch? Sure he’s a Buddhist.

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LAVELLE:

So what if he’s a f***ing Buddhist?

You think Buddhists don’t beat people

up? You think Buddhists don’t f***

their kids just like everybody else?

LEARY:

You’re obviously very upset-*

LAVELLE:

Tibetans spit on blind people in the

street. They’re killing albinos in

Africa. You are so f***ing naive.

LEARY:

Please don’t curse at me, Father.

And I think it’d be best if we

continue this conversation in the

morning when you’re sober-*

LAVELLE:

Why are you a f***ing priest at all?

You should be a f***ing accountant

in a f***ing insurance firm!

He slams shut the door.

88

INT. LAVELLE’S ROOM - MORNING 88

TITLE -- “Saturday”.

LAVELLE lying prone on his bed, bruises all over his body,

still wearing his trousers and socks. His soutane in a

black pile on the floor.

He awakens. Gives a wretched groan.

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EXT. RECTORY - MORNING 89

LEARY hands a suitcase to a CABBIE -*

LAVELLE (O.S.)

You’re leaving.

LEARY turns. LAVELLE is standing there, squinting in the

sunlight. Wearing a horrible woollen V-neck sweater.

Drinking from a pint-glass of water.

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LEARY:

I think it’s for the best.

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LAVELLE:

Because of last night?

LEARY:

Because of a lot of things. Not just

last night, or what’s happened here.

I’ve been having doubts...about my

sexuality, if you must know.

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LAVELLE:

You’re not gay, Father. You’re not

interesting enough to be gay.

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LEARY is taken aback yet again. *

LAVELLE:

Listen, I’m sorry about what I said

last night.

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LEARY:

You said what you said with such

venom. I didn’t realise you hated

me that much.

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LAVELLE:

I don’t hate you at all.

Then why...

LEARY *

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LAVELLE:

It’s just that you have no integrity.

And that’s the worst thing I can say

about anybody.

LEARY:

Well that’s...That’s just...

*

He heads for the car. *

LAVELLE:

I hope you find what you’re looking

for. Good luck.

LEARY gets into the cab. It drives away. *

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EXT. CHURCH - DAY 90

HIGH-ANGLE SHOT -- LAVELLE appears and stands amid the

ruins of the church. Finds a blackened and burnt hymnal.

Flicks through it. Tosses it aside.

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INT. LAVELLE’S ROOM - DAY 91

LAVELLE in smart civilian clothes. He tosses the copy of

Moby Dick into a packed suitcase.

92

EXT. EASKEY - DAY 92

He drives through the town. Past the fields. The castle.

Then --

MILO HERLIHY zooms up alongside on his motorcycle. Looks

across at him. At the suitcase on the passenger seat.

LAVELLE looks back at him.

HERLIHY accelerates, speeding on ahead, disappearing out

of sight.

93

EXT. SLIGO AIRPORT - EVENING 93

An Aer Arann plane is on the runaway.

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INT. SLIGO AIRPORT - EVENING 94

LAVELLE is looking out at the airplane, waiting for the

announcement to board.

Father.

TERESA (O.S.)

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LAVELLE turns to find TERESA ROBERT standing next to him.

She glances at his clothes, his cut lip.

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Oh hello.

LAVELLE:

*

TERESA:

You are going to Dublin?

LAVELLE:

Yes.

(pause)

Just getting away for a while,

y’know.

*

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TERESA:

I heard about your church.

A terrible thing.

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Yes.

LAVELLE:

TERESA:

You must be very upset.

Yes I am.

LAVELLE:

LAVELLE glances out the window -LAVELLE’s

POV -- a coffin is being escorted to the plane

by TWO BAGGAGE HANDLERS.

LAVELLE turns back to TERESA. She is watching the coffin.

TERESA:

I am bringing him home to his

family in Italy. Dublin and then

Rome.

LAVELLE:

How have you been?

TERESA:

People here have been very kind.

I mean...

LAVELLE:

TERESA:

Some times I think I cannot go on.

(turning to look at him)

But I will go on.

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EXT. AIRPLANE - EVENING 95

PASSENGERS climb the steps of the airplane, LAVELLE and

TERESA among them. LAVELLE pauses at the top, waiting his

turn to enter the plane. He looks down -LAVELLE’s

POV -- the coffin has not yet been loaded. The

TWO BAGGAGE HANDLERS are leaning against it. They laugh.

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EXT. SLIGO AIRPORT - EVENING 96

*

The Aer Arann plane traverses the sky. *

96A

EXT. EASKEY -- NIGHT 96A

*

LAVELLE in his sports car, speeding back to Easkey. *

97

INT. RECTORY (LAVELLE’S ROOM) - DAWN 97

TITLE -- “Sunday”.

A light breeze is blowing through the open window and

gently lifting the lace curtains.

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LAVELLE is lying in bed, idly watching the curtains.

His soutane is hanging on the wall.

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INT. LAVELLE’S ROOM - DAWN 98

He buttons up the soutane. Fixes his collar. Kneels in

front of the crucifix and says a prayer. Blesses himself.

99

EXT. DOG’S-HOLE - MORNING 99

CLOSE on the Webley Revolver.

LAVELLE weighs it in his hand. Then tosses it out into the

crashing waves.

A wide crack in the cliff-face, the sea rushing in and

smashing upon the rocks. The spume shooting up to where

LAVELLE is standing, his soutane fluttering in the wind,

an almost mythic figure looking out over the Atlantic.

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