Calvary Page #7

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(knocks back the whiskey,

pours another)

Sure I can’t tempt you?

LAVELLE:

I’ll stick to the water.

FITZGERALD:

I heard you liked a drink.

LAVELLE:

I liked it too much.

FITZGERALD:

There’s no such thing as too much,

there’s only not enough.

LAVELLE exits the room.

47A

INT. GRAND HALLWAY - DAY 47A

LAVELLE is examining a display of antique and contemporary

firearms. FITZGERALD joins him.

FITZGERALD:

Where was I?

LAVELLE:

Talking about money, what else.

FITZGERALD:

Now now.

LAVELLE:

Got out in time, did you? Before it

all came crashing down?

(CONTINUED)

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47A CONTINUED:
47A

FITZGERALD:

‘Twas the perfect getaway, Father.

They say charges are going to be

filed against me, for various so-

called irregularities, but sure the

Guards are always threatening guff

like that. They’d have to charge

half the financiers in Ireland,

and half the bank managers along

with them, and troop into government

then and charge those c*nts as well,

and we all know full well that’s not

going to happen. No, there’ll be no

punishment forthcoming for a man

such as myself. There never is.

Still, I do feel a modicum of guilt

about the whole thing.

LAVELLE:

A modicum. Do you?

FITZGERALD:

Well. I feel like I ought to feel

guilty. And sure isn’t that the same

thing?

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INT. VESTIBULE - DAY 48

CLOSE on a painting -- Holbein’s The Ambassadors. LAVELLE

pauses in front of it. FITZGERALD at his shoulder.

FITZGERALD:

I love this one. Really expensive.

Not sure what it’s supposed to mean,

though.

LAVELLE:

Why does it have to mean anything?

FITZGERALD:

Everything has to mean something,

otherwise what’s the point? Of course,

I don’t have to know what it means.

I own it. That’s enough.

LAVELLE:

That’s all that matters? Ownership?

Possession?

FITZGERALD:

How much land does the Church own?

How much gold?

LAVELLE:

That’s the Church, that’s not me.

(CONTINUED)

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48 48

FITZGERALD:

But you’re a representative of the

Church, are you not?

LAVELLE:

If you say so.

FITZGERALD:

I do say so. I think you’re a very

judgemental man, Father. *

LAVELLE:

Yes, I am. But I try not to be.

FITZGERALD:

You think I have no feelings?

You think I don’t care about-

LAVELLE:

I think you don’t want to do penance

at all. I think you asked me here to

make fun of me. But when you do want

to do penance, sincerely, you can

give me a call, at any time, and

I’ll try my best to help you.

He walks towards the front door.

FITZGERALD:

You know, I could piss on this.

(gesturing at the painting)

I said I loved it, but I don’t.

It doesn’t mean anything to me.

I could take it down right now

and piss on it. Do you want me

to do that?

LAVELLE:

Why would I want you to do that?

FITZGERALD:

I don’t know. So I could have

some kind of spiritual revelation?

Some f***ing epiphany?

LAVELLE:

Well I don’t know, now. People like

you have pissed on everything else,

I suppose, so why not that, too?

FITZGERALD nods. Grins. Takes down the painting and drops

it onto the floor. Looks at LAVELLE as he opens his flies.

LAVELLE goes out the front door.

FITZGERALD pisses on the painting.

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EXT. BEACH - DAY 49

LAVELLE’s POV -- a MAN walks out of the sun, his image

blurred, raises a gun and fires, point-blank -

50

EXT. SPLIT-ROCK - DAY 50

LAVELLE lying supine, a straw hat over his face. He jolts.

Pauses. Removes the hat. Sits up and looks around.

FIONA is reading H P Lovecraft and eating an apple. The

remains of a picnic close by. Bruno sleeping.

Behind them, a massive Ice Age boulder, split in two, in

the middle of a field.

LAVELLE:

How long was I out?

FIONA:

Ages. Eons.

He nods. Glances round at the split-rock.

LAVELLE:

Did I ever tell you the story of

Fionn Mac Cumhaill and another

big strong lad named Cicsat.in?

They were up the top-

FIONA:

They were up the top of the Ox

Mountains. Cicsat.in challenged

Fionn to throw a boulder into the

sea at Easkey, claiming he couldn’t

do it. Fionn accepted the challenge.

Cicsat.in’s boulder landed on the

Easkey shore, where it created such

waves that the sea hasn't been the

same since, which is why the Easkey

coastline is internationally renowned

for surfing. Fionn’s boulder fell

short and landed here. Fionn drew

his sword and split the rock in two.

It’s said that should anyone be

foolhardy enough to pass through

the rock three times, the two halves

will come together and they will be

squashed into tiny little lumps.

Unceremoniously.

LAVELLE:

Not a lot of poetry in that recital.

Not a lot of romance.

FIONA:

I’m sick to death of romance.

(CONTINUED)

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LAVELLE studies her as she continues to read.

LAVELLE:

How’s the book?

FIONA:

I am filled with cosmic horror.

LAVELLE:

I know the feeling.

FIONA smiles, despite herself.

51

EXT. HOSPITAL - NIGHT 51

The moon shining over a monolithic hospital.

52

INT. CORRIDOR - NIGHT 52

FRANK HARTE, who happens to be a doctor, watching LAVELLE

fussing with the contents of a black Gladstone bag.

HARTE:

You have your totems, I see.

LAVELLE:

Who is it?

HARTE:

French couple. Head on. She was

totally unscathed. He got f***ed.

LAVELLE:

Wrong side of the road?

HARTE:

Car full of young ones hit them.

Drunk, of course.

LAVELLE places a stole about his neck.

LAVELLE:

How many?

HARTE:

Five including the Frenchman.

LAVELLE:

Dear God.

HARTE:

Marine biologist he was.

That’s where I’d like to be.

Under the sea.

LAVELLE:

Where are the young ones?

(CONTINUED)

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52

HARTE:

The morgue. Best place for them.

LAVELLE:

Every life is sacred, Frank, for

God’s sake.

HARTE:

Some are less sacred than others.

53

INT. HOSPITAL ROOM - NIGHT 53

LAURENT ROBERT lies dying, his face and body bandaged,

tubes sticking out of him. TERESA, his wife, holding his

hand, her mascara wet around her eyes.

LAVELLE looks at them both.

DISSOLVE through CLOSE-UPS of LAVELLE, TERESA, LAURENT.

LAVELLE:

Through this holy anointing may

the Lord in his love and mercy

help you with the grace of the

Holy Spirit.

DISSOLVE through CLOSE-UPS of LAVELLE’s fingers, the oil,

and LAURENT’s forehead, as the anointing of the forehead

takes place.

TERESA:

Amen.

DISSOLVE through CLOSE-UPS of LAVELLE’s fingers, the oil,

and LAURENT’s hands, as the anointing of the hands takes

place.

LAVELLE:

May the Lord who frees you from

sin save you and raise you up.

TERESA:

Amen.

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INT. CHAPEL - NIGHT 54

CLOSE on the face of Christ. A stained-glass window. The

faces of LAVELLE and TERESA.

TERESA:

Have you performed the Last Rites

many times?

LAVELLE:

Yes. Usually with older people, of

course. You have time to prepare for

it. Everybody knows what’s coming.

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