The Saint Page #26

TRETIAK'S MANSION. The entire building comes apart at the seams. It crashes into a heap of rubble.

FADE OUT:

FADE IN:

EXT. MANHATTAN - REESTABLISHING - DAY

The skyline of the great city as we SUPER: NEW YORK CITY - ONE MONTH LATER

EXT. ROCKEFELLER CENTER - ESTABLISHING

It's mid-day. People coming and going.

INT. ROCKEFELLER - AN OFFICE

CAMERA PANS past the office door, stenciled -- ROCKEFELLER FOUNDATION - CHARITABLE DONATIONS -- to a huge desk. Two middle-aged LADIES are going through a four-foot stack of MAILED DONATIONS. They are LUCY and DELORES.

LUCY:

Here's one from that guy who owns most of Brooklyn. Ten bucks again.

LUCY:

I'll alert the media. Guy's richer than god...

DELORES:

(reads a check)

Hey, Mr. Anderson at the Met gave a thousand this year. Lucy?

But LUCY'S not listening. She's staring at a check. Her eyes are like hubcaps.

LUCY:

Oh my goodness gracious...

(looks at Delores)

Get Mr. Thomas, Delores.

DELORES:

What is it?

LUCY:

A check for fifty...

(gulps)

...million dollars.

Delores gets up, goes to Lucy, who's hyperventilating. Lucy hands her the check. Delores starts hyperventilating. Lucy reads the letter:

LUCY:

It's from a "Jillian St. Thomas Foundation," for the benefit of scientific research.

DELORES:

Never heard of it. Lemme see.

Lucy hands Delores the letter. INSERT - THE LETTER is printed under a letterhead with a logo design: the stick figure man with halo, the same design as the tiepin Jillian gave Templar.

BACK TO SCENE:

Delores looks at Lucy. Lucy looks back. And over this we hear a voice. We've heard it before...

JILLIAN ST. THOMAS

If you're afraid of the dark, remember the night rainbow...

EXT. MANHATTAN - BROOKLYN BRIDGE - SUNSET

A lone man stands on the bridge. The spires of Manhattan rise above him. The sun is setting...

JILLIAN ST. THOMAS

If tomorrow morning the sky falls, have clouds for breakfast. If the birds forget their songs, listen to the wind...

CAMERA closes in on the hard, defiant face of a man who has changed a great deal in these months.

JILLIAN ST. THOMAS

And if between right and wrong... And Simon Templar joins Jillian here, speaking with her soul...

SIMON AND JILLIAN

...do what is right.

And Simon whispers to himself...

SIMON:

I will do what is right.

PULLING BACK, we see that the sunset has cast rays through the bridgework. And we can't be certain, it is vague, but the rays filtering through the bridgework seem to cast a halo over Templar's head. He is, now, The Saint.

THE END:

to be continued...

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