분야
hwp by
Andrew Birkin
and
Luc Besson
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FADE IN:
EXT. CHURCH - DOMREMY - DAY
FADE UP on ripples on the surface of a puddle. Slow PAN
UP: the water becomes placid, and in it we see the
reflection of an inverted CROSS on the top of a small
church. We move across the little churchyard and in
through the open doors.
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INT. CHURCH - DOMREMY - DAY
Utter simplicity -- stone walls, rough-hewn wooden
benches, primitive saints in the stained-glass windows --
chickens peck among the straw that covers the earthen
floor.
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INT. CONFESSIONAL BOX - CHURCH - DAY
A little wooden grill slides open and the friendly face of
the village PRIEST peers at us. He glances about,
perplexed.
PRIEST
Is anybody there?
A small hand appears -- then the face of a girl aged about
10, peering up at him through the grill. The Priest
smiles a trifle wearily.
PRIEST
You know Im always happy to see
you, Jeanne, but to keep coming here
twice, three times a day...
JEANNE
I need to confess.
PRIEST
But you already confessed this
morning...
JEANNE
I need to confess again.
PRIEST
So... alright. What terrible sin
have you committed since then that
cant wait till tomorrow to be
forgiven?
Jeanne climbs up on the prayer-stool to be tall enough to
look the Priest in the eye.
JEANNE
I saw a poor monk without shoes so I
gave him some.
PRIEST
Theres no sin in charity, Jeanne.
JEANNE
They werent my shoes. Mine were
too small.
PRIEST
Whose were they?
JEANNE
My fathers.
PRIEST
Im sure hell forgive you.
JEANNE
He already did, but I want God to
forgive me too.
PRIEST
Jeanne -- if we were to ask
forgiveness all the time, wed spend
our whole life in church.
JEANNE
Is that bad?
PRIEST
(perplexed)
Well no, but... Jeanne, are you
happy at home?
JEANNE
Oh yes... very.
PRIEST
And your mother -- everythings fine
with her?
JEANNE
Oh yes, shes... wonderful.
FLASH: we see Jeannes peasant MOTHER, sitting by the
fire, sewing. Their home is little more than a hovel -- a
low, dark cave of a place, traversed by a huge beam.
PRIEST
Good, good. And your sister...
Catherine -- shes still your best
friend?
JEANNE
Oh yes, my sisters just... shes...
wonderful.
FLASH: Jeannes sister CATHERINE (18) sits near her
mother, spinning wool.
PRIEST
And what about your other friends...
you dont like playing with them?
JEANNE
Oh yes, I play with them... lots...
FLASH: Jeanne is battling against some reeds with a
wooden stick under a full noonday sun. Not far away, a
group of kids are in the shadow of a huge tree, playing.
One of them watches Jeanne in the distance.
KID #1
Whats she doing?
KID #2
Playing.
Resume on the Priest.
PRIEST
So... everything sounds...
wonderful?
JEANNE
Yes, it is.
PRIEST
Then... why are you here so often?
JEANNE
I feel safe here. And its where I
can talk to him.
PRIEST
Him?
JEANNE
Well, I try and talk to him, but
mostly hes the one who does the
talking.
PRIEST
Who is this "he"?
JEANNE
He never says his name.
PRIEST
What... does he... look like?
FLASH: a little boy of 8, sitting on a throne in a
clearing in a wood.
JEANNE
Beautiful.
PRIEST
And what does he say to you?
FLASH: the Boy points solemnly at us, but says nothing.
JEANNE
He says... he says I must be good...
and help everyone... and take care
of myself. Do you think hes coming
from the sky?
PRIEST
Perhaps... but wherever he comes
from, I think you should listen to
him, because it sounds like hes
giving you very good advice.
The Priest smiles, and Jeanne beams back at him. He
blesses her...
PRIEST
Ego te absolvo, in nomine Patris, et
Filii, et Spiritus Sancti, Amen.
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EXT. CHURCH & STREAM - DAY
Jeanne runs from the little church, the weight of her sins
now happily off her shoulders. Her reflection skips
across a little stream, then on through a meadow of
cowslips and buttercups and up the sloping hillside
beyond...
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EXT. MEADOW & WOOD - DUSK
A hazy, summer dusk -- pollen floating in the shimmering
air... Jeanne swirls between the high elms, happy and
carefree -- its all a little surreal -- are those church
bells in the distance? Or cow bells? Or merely the SOUND
of insects?
Jeanne swings round faster and faster, then tumbles over,
laughing, and lies on her back. Shes dizzy and out of
breath. Above her, the clouds seeming to swirl as though
she were still spinning round...
The SOUND of the bells slows down, deepening... Her face
moves into shadow. Although not distinguishable as words
at this stage, theres an urgent whisper in the wind... a
strange echo that will eventually resolve into a call
"Jeanne...!"
Presently Jeanne turns and sees something glinting in the
long grass. A SWORD. The background SOUND of the bells
grows ominous. A shooting star silently flashes across
the sky -- then scores of them. She gets to her feet and
picks up the heavy sword. Its growing darker -- colder
-- the leaves have turned to autumn brown, now blown about
by a gust of wind.
Presently she sees a WOLF approaching, slowly but straight
toward her -- then two, three -- finally the whole pack.
She gr
