The Sandman (Vertigo)
- Year:
- 1991
- 10 min
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FADE IN:
EXT. CHURCHYARD - NIGHT
CLOSE ON:
a word carved in stone: 'DREAMS'.BEGIN CREDITS:
PULL BACK to reveal the full inscription:
'FOR IN THAT SLEEP OF DEATH WHAT DREAMS MUST COME.'
It's carved on a large obelisk grave marker. Beneath the
inscription is a name: THIBAULT, and dates: 1861-1917.
PULL FURTHER BACK: Perched on the marker is a stone effigy of
the angel of death, wings spread wide, half-smile on her
face.
AND FURTHER BACK: Ropes are wrapped around the marker. The
ropes tighten, and the marker is suddenly PULLED OVER, the
CAMERA taking off with it --
The marker is dragged along, through deep grass ... then with
a bump it's on a dirt road, then over a bridge. It's dragged
by a team of horses. Rain starts to fall. The marker pulls
away, continuing on toward --
Burgess Manor, a dark outline against the gray marble sky --
END CREDITS:
INT. BURGESS MANOR - GARAGE - CIRCA 1930'S - NIGHT
The garage was once the carriage house. Several luxury cars,
circa 1930s, fill the bays. The marker lies in an empty one.
Two men stand nearby.
One is RODERICK BURGESS. A commanding presence, radiating a
charisma both disturbing and mesmerizing. He is in his early
twenties, but his soul is much older -- and darker.
The other is SMITH. Middle-aged, face drawn, he peers out of
the garage furtively. He's worried, preoccupied. A white
clerical collar is almost hidden beneath his coat and scarf.
SMITH:
(hopefully)
The rain will wash out the tracks ...
Burgess moves slowly to the marker.
BURGESS:
I've found it. Crowley couldn't. Mathers
couldn't. Only I could.
2.
SMITH:
I didn't see anybody on the
road ...
Burgess isn't listening to him; he's preoccupied with the
marker. He examines it gleefully, reverently.
BURGESS:
Thibault had it stolen from the Vatican
Library -- that's common knowledge. But
then it disappeared. He told Yeats he'd
destroyed it. But he didn't. He couldn't.
And now -- I've found it.
SMITH:
Burgess finally looks at the man. C*cks his head, amused.
BURGESS:
Don't worry, Vicar. No one saw you. No
one knows what you've done -- except you
and me. And God.
(insinuating)
Just like your other little ...
peccadilloes.
The Vicar shuts his eyes in pain.
SMITH:
Please ...
(looks at Burgess)
What they say is true. You are the most
wicked man alive.
BURGESS:
(chuckles)
He grabs up a sledge hammer, startling the other man -- as he
intended. He smiles, and SMASHES the hammer down on the
marker. Another blow. Another --
The marker is hollow. Hidden inside is a large oilskin
bundle. Burgess drops the sledge. Lifts out the bundle.
Burgess unwraps it carefully. Inside is a thick book.
BURGESS:
The Magdalene Grimoire. Finally.
The book is heavy, leather bound, brittle with age. Burgess
pages through it greedily. It is filled with tiny, cramped
writing, arcane diagrams, drawings.
3.
SMITH:
That's it then? You can do it now? You
can ... capture the angel of death?
BURGESS:
Death isn't an angel. She's one of the
Endless ... who existed long before
angels ... and will exist long after the
final cherubim has sung its last hosanna.
SMITH:
Heresy.
BURGESS:
For your sake, hope it's not. The
Magdalene Grimoire is all the Order of
Ancient Mysteries needed. With it, we
will summon and imprison Death.
(beat)
And I will command who shall live ... and
who shall die.
SMITH:
Then ... you'll keep our bargain?
(no answer)
Please -- you'll keep your promise?
BURGESS:
Of course, Vicar. You have my word. You
won't die. And you will never have to
stand in the judgment of your God.
(clasps him on the shoulder; cheery)
Good night.
He exits the garage, for the main house. Smith looks down at
the marker, at the shattered effigy of death.
SMITH:
Thank God --
He catches himself, realizing he shouldn't be praying. His
eyes fill with tears; he slumps.
SMITH:
What have I done?
4.
INT. BURGESS MANOR - CELLAR - NIGHT
Candles burn in the darkness. Robed figures inscribe a large
circle on the floor -- chalk white against the black stone.
Runic characters decorate it.
ACOLYTE:
It is midnight, Lord Magus.
BURGESS:
It is time. Elspeth, love..?
A beautiful YOUNG WOMAN nods adoringly. She crouches on all
fours at Burgess' feet.
Items are placed on her back: a ceremonial bowl, inside which
floats a human heart. A long twisted knife. A feather. Coins.
The Magdalene Grimoire. She is a human altar.
Burgess opens the book. He begins to intone, displaying the
items as he names them:
BURGESS:
I give you coin I made from a stone. I
give you a song I stole from the dirt. I
give you a knife from under the hills.
And a stick I stuck through a dead man's
eye. I give you a claw I ripped from a
rat. I give you a name, and the name is
lost.
He jabs his forearm with the knife. Blood drips onto the
feather.
BURGESS (CONT'D)
I give you blood from out of my vein, and
a feather I pulled from an angel's wing.
He throws the feather into the circle.
BURGESS (CONT'D)
I summon with poison, and summon with
pain. I open the way and open the gates.
Come.
The acolytes echo the word 'Come.'
BURGESS (CONT'D)
I summon you in the names of the old
lords. Namtar. Allatu. Morax. Naberius.
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