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THE SEA PRIESTESS
An Original Screenplay
(10 pages)
By
Ezra Ravencroft
December 17, 2008
FADE IN:
INT. TEMPLE - NIGHT.
We are in a circular stone room lined with torches. Smoke from incense censers hangs heavily in the air. A circle of twelve cloaked MEN, their faces hidden in shadow, stand around an altar. They are all wearing black, except for one who is wearing red, and each man has a gold pin, resembling octopi, pinned onto their robe.
A naked BABY boy is on the altar, CRYING. The men CHANT a slow, repetitive invocation. A ceremonial bell RINGS. The men stop chanting and the baby stops crying. The red-robed man steps forward and approaches the altar. He picks the baby up off the altar and holds him up in the air. The man begins to speak, briefly in TONGUES, then in English.
RED ROBED MAN
Tonight, Cthulhu, you have taken away my
father to join you in the deep. We hope that
he may serve you well, as he did on land.
As decreed in your unholiest of gospels, we
must carry on the blood line. As your most
humble servant, I now present to you my
son, John. May you have mercy on his soul.
The other men respond with a resounding AMEN. On the ceiling we see an intricate painting of a tentacled, squid-like creature, its eyes ablaze. The red-robed man lowers the baby and holds him lovingly now, as he stares into his son’s eyes.
RED ROBED MAN
Welcome to the club, son. Your grandfather
would be proud.
CUT TO:
INT. BEACH HOUSE - NIGHT.
We are in an unfurnished, undecorated room with a single large skylight overhead. A full moon shines through it, illuminating piles of moving boxes. Amidst the stacks of boxes, in various states of unpacking, JOHN LOVECRAFT sits crossed legged on the wooden floor, examining a photograph. He has disheveled, short cropped brown
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hair, and looks to be in his early thirties. He is wearing a black silk night robe, and has on a silver wedding ring.
In the photograph, we see John Lovecraft as a teenager, standing with twelve men wearing cloaks. A red robed man is standing behind him, his hands resting squarely on the teenager’s shoulders. His face is beaming with pride.
JOAN LOVECRAFT enters the room. She appears to be in her late twenties, and is of Scandinavian descent. She has straight, shoulder length brown hair, and is wearing a white casual summer dress. She is also wearing a silver wedding ring, and has a silver bracelet on each wrist. She approaches her husband from behind. She leans down and hugs him, glancing at the photograph. She LAUGHS.
JOAN
Hey there, Mr. Lovecraft. Lookin’ good.
Is that your Dungeons and Dragons group
therapy portrait?
JOHN
Funny... roll my die, baby.
JOAN
Unpacking can wait. Can’t you take a trip
down memory lane tomorrow?
She leans in closer to his ear.
JOAN (cont’d)
(whispering)
Take a walk on the beach with me.
John puts the picture back in the box he found it in. As he stands up, the glimmer of a tiny ornament catches his eye. It is a pin resembling a golden octopi.
CUT TO:
EXT. WEDDING RECEPTION -- DAY
The newly-wed Lovecraft couple feed each other forkfuls of cake from a shared plate, as guests mingle around them. JANE OSMAN, a woman in a modest black dress who looks to be in her fifties, approaches them. She is holding a glass of wine.
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JANE
Congratulations! Joan, you look absolutely
radiant! And such a beautiful day!
She hugs Joan, and winks at John.
JOAN
Thank you, Jane! Jane, may I be the first to
introduce you to my husband proper, John
love of my life Lovecraft. John, this is Jane
Osman… from the book club.
JOHN
Lovely to meet you, Jane from the book club
Osman.
JANE
You are one lucky man. Joan may easily be
the most brilliant, intelligent, good looking,
infinitely wise, kind-hearted, funny, sexy,
compassionate, and insightful woman alive.
JOHN
I tell her that every day.
JANE
Where have you been keeping him?
Joan smiles and pantomimes as if she were smearing wedding cake onto John’s face.
JANE (cont’d)
So, John, I couldn’t help but notice your side
of the family seems to be, well, non-existent.
JOHN
Yes, for the most part that is true. I am an
only child, and my mother has passed on. My
father is, well, he couldn’t make it… He is
out of the country at the moment.
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JANE
Well, if he is anything like you, you simply
must introduce us when he returns. Well, I
don’t want to steal the spotlight any longer.
Your other guests are beginning to look a
little envious. Congratulations again, you
two.
Jane gulps the rest of her wine, and follows a server carrying a tray of full wine glasses O.S.
JOHN
Well, she was a work of pure fiction.
JOAN
Yeah, she’s something else. Strange book
recommendations too. You should see what
I’m reading right now.
JOHN
Oh?
Before the couple has a chance to discuss the book further, a mysterious guest approaches them. He is wearing a golden octopus pin on his black suit. John eyes the guest somewhat suspiciously.
MYSTERIOUS GUEST
Your father wishes he could have made it.
He sent me to tell you that he is very happy
for both of you, and to offer you his
congratulations. A gift awaits.
The guest offers his hand to John. John hesitates, then
responds with a firm shake.
JOHN
When you see my father again, please tell
him thank you.
Joan looks at the man, then back at her husband. She raises an eyebrow.
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JOAN
And could you please tell him I am honored
to share his name?
MYSTERIOUS GUEST
As you wish.
The mysterious guest abruptly turns and walks away. He appears to literally vanish into the surrounding group of guests. Joan appears momentarily disoriented.
JOHN
Joan? Joan? Are you all right?
JOAN
Who? What? Oh. So, like I said you should
see what I’m reading right now.
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INT. KITCHEN - NIGHT
John Lovecraft is putting the finishing touches on a pasta dish. He places a sprig
of parsley on top of it and regards the dish with an accomplished smile.
JOHN
Voila!
He opens the utensil drawer and raises an eyebrow. He opens the dish cabinet and furrows his brow.
JOHN (cont’d)
What the Hell?
He glances into the adjacent living room, and his eyes are drawn to a book resting
on the coffee table. It is bookmarked. He opens the book to the bookmarked page.
JOHN (cont’d)
Oh, no.
John looks out the kitchen window and sees his wife on the beach surrounded by a circle of torches.
CUT TO:
EXT. BEACH - NIGHT
Joan Lovecraft sits cross-legged with her hands, palms up, comfortably resting on her lap. She sits in the center of a tapestry decorated with Celtic knot-work, which is surrounded by a circle of burning tiki torches. She sits facing a full moon over the ocean, yet her eyes are closed. She begins HUMMING a nondescript tune quietly, her torso moving slightly back and forth in rhythm with the waves. There is a trace of a smile on her face. She has several objects seemingly scattered around her on the sand. These include a wine glass, a knife, a plate, a serving bowl, and a dinner bell. Behind her, nestled on a crest of sand dunes, is an idyllic, picturesque beach house.
Suddenly, a door SLAMS. We see a panicked John Lovecraft, holding a book, emerge from the house. John runs down the steps of the house, across the stretch of beach, toward Joan. He stumbles occasionally in the uneven sand. John begins to SHOUT from a distance.
JOHN
Don’t ring that bell!
John is waving his arms wildly, even though Joan is facing away from him. Joan opens her eyes. A look of slight annoyance crosses her face, but doesn’t replace her smile entirely. John finally reaches the circle of tiki torches. He is out of breath. He leans forward, holding his hands on his hips, and drops the book on the sand in front of Joan.
JOHN (cont’d)
I …said… do not ring that…
Joan looks up at her husband, and interrupts him in a teasing manner.
JOAN
I heard you the first time. And why, pray tell
is that?
JOHN
I know what you are doing. I found this
book up at the house. Do you know
who this author is?
JOAN
Jane at the book club recommended him to
me. She said he would help me get in touch
with my inner priestess, so that’s what I’m
doing. I’m getting in touch with my inner
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JOAN (cont’d)
priestess. I mean you got to play wizard
when you were little. Let a girl live a little.
Joan picks up the wineglass that has been sitting by her feet, and takes an impulsively big gulp from it.
JOAN (cont’d)
What’s the problem with a little moonlit
ritual, anyway?
She looks back up at her husband. John is no longer paying attention to her. He seems preoccupied with staring at the moonlit ocean. Joan sets the glass back down on the tapestry, unevenly. It spills. Joan SIGHS at the sight of her spilled wine. John picks up the book he had dropped in the sand, and begins hurriedly turning through its pages. He finally settles on an open page, and then thrusts the book in Joan’s face, pointing desperately to a block of text.
JOHN (cont’d)
Here. This is the ritual you followed, right?
You have to read it backwards. Now!
Joan squints her eyes at the book. She GASPS. The words appear to be swimming around on the page. They gradually form into the shape of a black squid.
JOAN
You’ve got to be kidding me.
CUT TO:
INT. BEDROOM -- NIGHT
The Lovecrafts lay in bed, asleep. John turns in his sleep and GROANS.
CUT TO:
EXT. BEACH - NIGHT
The Lovecrafts walk hand in hand along an empty moonlit beach. They are dressed lightly, suggesting it is summer. Joan looks down, idly kicking at the surf as it
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occasionally washes over her feet. She sees a conch shell on the sand, as the tide pulls back, and reaches down to pick it up. As she picks it up, she notices intricate patterns appear to be painted on it.
JOAN
Look at this! John, it’s amazing! I’ve never
seen anything like it.
John grabs the shell from her hand and throws it out to sea as far as he can.
JOAN (cont’d)
Hey! Why the Hell did you do that?
John takes several steps back from the ocean. He appears very agitated.
JOHN
This can’t be happening. We have to
go back to the house. Now!
John grabs his wife’s wrist and drags her into a full run behind him. Joan struggles to keep up with him.
JOAN
John, what can’t be happening? What the
Hell is going on? What’s wrong with you?
Suddenly, John stops running. He is transfixed, looking at several massive, lumbering tentacles thrashing out of the water a few hundred yards out. He points in their general direction.
JOHN
That…
The tentacles reach further out of the sea, and a gigantic, squid-like creature emerges from the beneath surface of the ocean. It has intricate patterns painted all over its body, resembling those on the conch shell Joan found. Its spear-shaped head is turned in such a way that one giant eye appears to be staring at the couple, its pupil blazing with some unnatural fire. The sea creature makes a THUNDERING SCREECHING, SQUAWKING NOISE. Joan SCREAMS.
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JOAN
Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God.
What the Hell is that?
JOHN
That... is my father.
CUT TO:
INT. BEDROOM - NIGHT.
We see that the Lovecrafts are still asleep. An intricately painted conch shell rests on the bedside table beside the couple. Beside the shell, an open note reads - All my blessings, Hewlett Packard Lovecraft, your loving father. Suddenly, Joan wakes up with a GASP. She shakes her sleeping husband by the shoulders.
JOAN
John! John! Wake up!
John opens his eyes.
JOHN
Huh?
JOAN
I just had a dream your father was a giant
squid... You look just like him, you know.
John… Who were those people in the
photograph?
JOHN
What photograph? What time is it?
JOAN
The one you had out when we first moved
here. The one with your father… from when
you were a teenager. I still don’t understand
why I never even got to meet the guy. I
mean, you didn’t even let me go to the
funeral. What are you hiding me from?
From him? From them… the other men in
the photograph? Who are they? They
looked so serious.
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John is fully awake now. Tears are streaming down his face.
JOHN
I know I’ve been keeping too much from you,
and you have been so accepting, especially
with the wedding and everything. I wanted
him there too, but we were starting a new life
here and I couldn’t risk them finding out
about you. These other men are extremely
dangerous. They are, Joan. Please believe
me. There is nothing more in the world I
would have liked than for you to have met
my father. It wasn’t him I was hiding you
from. He was a great, great man, but they
tried to corrupt him. It’s them. They killed
him, Joan. And there is nothing you or I or
anyone can do about it. I was trying to
protect you. They would have killed you
too. It’s you, it’s always been you. You
have some kind of power over the sea that
my family has been trying miserably to
control for generations, but for you it just
comes naturally. We were meant to be
together Joan. We have a connection to an
ancient power that lives in the heart of the
sea. You feel it too. I know you do. That’s
why we moved here… It’s who we are.
Joan gets out of bed and walks over to the window, looking out at the beach. She shakes her head and blinks in disbelief. She turns back to face John, and her face lights up. Joan smiles at her husband.
JOAN
So I really am the Sea Priestess.
CUT TO:
EXT. UNDERWATER CAVE - NIGHT
A giant, golden squid appears to slumber in a nest of translucent jellyfish, its tentacles swaying gently. Suddenly it stirs and opens a fiery eye, before disappearing into a cloud of black ink.
FADE OUT
An Original Screenplay
(10 pages)
By
Ezra Ravencroft
December 17, 2008
FADE IN:
INT. TEMPLE - NIGHT.
We are in a circular stone room lined with torches. Smoke from incense censers hangs heavily in the air. A circle of twelve cloaked MEN, their faces hidden in shadow, stand around an altar. They are all wearing black, except for one who is wearing red, and each man has a gold pin, resembling octopi, pinned onto their robe.
A naked BABY boy is on the altar, CRYING. The men CHANT a slow, repetitive invocation. A ceremonial bell RINGS. The men stop chanting and the baby stops crying. The red-robed man steps forward and approaches the altar. He picks the baby up off the altar and holds him up in the air. The man begins to speak, briefly in TONGUES, then in English.
RED ROBED MAN
Tonight, Cthulhu, you have taken away my
father to join you in the deep. We hope that
he may serve you well, as he did on land.
As decreed in your unholiest of gospels, we
must carry on the blood line. As your most
humble servant, I now present to you my
son, John. May you have mercy on his soul.
The other men respond with a resounding AMEN. On the ceiling we see an intricate painting of a tentacled, squid-like creature, its eyes ablaze. The red-robed man lowers the baby and holds him lovingly now, as he stares into his son’s eyes.
RED ROBED MAN
Welcome to the club, son. Your grandfather
would be proud.
CUT TO:
INT. BEACH HOUSE - NIGHT.
We are in an unfurnished, undecorated room with a single large skylight overhead. A full moon shines through it, illuminating piles of moving boxes. Amidst the stacks of boxes, in various states of unpacking, JOHN LOVECRAFT sits crossed legged on the wooden floor, examining a photograph. He has disheveled, short cropped brown
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hair, and looks to be in his early thirties. He is wearing a black silk night robe, and has on a silver wedding ring.
In the photograph, we see John Lovecraft as a teenager, standing with twelve men wearing cloaks. A red robed man is standing behind him, his hands resting squarely on the teenager’s shoulders. His face is beaming with pride.
JOAN LOVECRAFT enters the room. She appears to be in her late twenties, and is of Scandinavian descent. She has straight, shoulder length brown hair, and is wearing a white casual summer dress. She is also wearing a silver wedding ring, and has a silver bracelet on each wrist. She approaches her husband from behind. She leans down and hugs him, glancing at the photograph. She LAUGHS.
JOAN
Hey there, Mr. Lovecraft. Lookin’ good.
Is that your Dungeons and Dragons group
therapy portrait?
JOHN
Funny... roll my die, baby.
JOAN
Unpacking can wait. Can’t you take a trip
down memory lane tomorrow?
She leans in closer to his ear.
JOAN (cont’d)
(whispering)
Take a walk on the beach with me.
John puts the picture back in the box he found it in. As he stands up, the glimmer of a tiny ornament catches his eye. It is a pin resembling a golden octopi.
CUT TO:
EXT. WEDDING RECEPTION -- DAY
The newly-wed Lovecraft couple feed each other forkfuls of cake from a shared plate, as guests mingle around them. JANE OSMAN, a woman in a modest black dress who looks to be in her fifties, approaches them. She is holding a glass of wine.
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JANE
Congratulations! Joan, you look absolutely
radiant! And such a beautiful day!
She hugs Joan, and winks at John.
JOAN
Thank you, Jane! Jane, may I be the first to
introduce you to my husband proper, John
love of my life Lovecraft. John, this is Jane
Osman… from the book club.
JOHN
Lovely to meet you, Jane from the book club
Osman.
JANE
You are one lucky man. Joan may easily be
the most brilliant, intelligent, good looking,
infinitely wise, kind-hearted, funny, sexy,
compassionate, and insightful woman alive.
JOHN
I tell her that every day.
JANE
Where have you been keeping him?
Joan smiles and pantomimes as if she were smearing wedding cake onto John’s face.
JANE (cont’d)
So, John, I couldn’t help but notice your side
of the family seems to be, well, non-existent.
JOHN
Yes, for the most part that is true. I am an
only child, and my mother has passed on. My
father is, well, he couldn’t make it… He is
out of the country at the moment.
(CONT’D)
CONTINUED:
JANE
Well, if he is anything like you, you simply
must introduce us when he returns. Well, I
don’t want to steal the spotlight any longer.
Your other guests are beginning to look a
little envious. Congratulations again, you
two.
Jane gulps the rest of her wine, and follows a server carrying a tray of full wine glasses O.S.
JOHN
Well, she was a work of pure fiction.
JOAN
Yeah, she’s something else. Strange book
recommendations too. You should see what
I’m reading right now.
JOHN
Oh?
Before the couple has a chance to discuss the book further, a mysterious guest approaches them. He is wearing a golden octopus pin on his black suit. John eyes the guest somewhat suspiciously.
MYSTERIOUS GUEST
Your father wishes he could have made it.
He sent me to tell you that he is very happy
for both of you, and to offer you his
congratulations. A gift awaits.
The guest offers his hand to John. John hesitates, then
responds with a firm shake.
JOHN
When you see my father again, please tell
him thank you.
Joan looks at the man, then back at her husband. She raises an eyebrow.
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JOAN
And could you please tell him I am honored
to share his name?
MYSTERIOUS GUEST
As you wish.
The mysterious guest abruptly turns and walks away. He appears to literally vanish into the surrounding group of guests. Joan appears momentarily disoriented.
JOHN
Joan? Joan? Are you all right?
JOAN
Who? What? Oh. So, like I said you should
see what I’m reading right now.
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INT. KITCHEN - NIGHT
John Lovecraft is putting the finishing touches on a pasta dish. He places a sprig
of parsley on top of it and regards the dish with an accomplished smile.
JOHN
Voila!
He opens the utensil drawer and raises an eyebrow. He opens the dish cabinet and furrows his brow.
JOHN (cont’d)
What the Hell?
He glances into the adjacent living room, and his eyes are drawn to a book resting
on the coffee table. It is bookmarked. He opens the book to the bookmarked page.
JOHN (cont’d)
Oh, no.
John looks out the kitchen window and sees his wife on the beach surrounded by a circle of torches.
CUT TO:
EXT. BEACH - NIGHT
Joan Lovecraft sits cross-legged with her hands, palms up, comfortably resting on her lap. She sits in the center of a tapestry decorated with Celtic knot-work, which is surrounded by a circle of burning tiki torches. She sits facing a full moon over the ocean, yet her eyes are closed. She begins HUMMING a nondescript tune quietly, her torso moving slightly back and forth in rhythm with the waves. There is a trace of a smile on her face. She has several objects seemingly scattered around her on the sand. These include a wine glass, a knife, a plate, a serving bowl, and a dinner bell. Behind her, nestled on a crest of sand dunes, is an idyllic, picturesque beach house.
Suddenly, a door SLAMS. We see a panicked John Lovecraft, holding a book, emerge from the house. John runs down the steps of the house, across the stretch of beach, toward Joan. He stumbles occasionally in the uneven sand. John begins to SHOUT from a distance.
JOHN
Don’t ring that bell!
John is waving his arms wildly, even though Joan is facing away from him. Joan opens her eyes. A look of slight annoyance crosses her face, but doesn’t replace her smile entirely. John finally reaches the circle of tiki torches. He is out of breath. He leans forward, holding his hands on his hips, and drops the book on the sand in front of Joan.
JOHN (cont’d)
I …said… do not ring that…
Joan looks up at her husband, and interrupts him in a teasing manner.
JOAN
I heard you the first time. And why, pray tell
is that?
JOHN
I know what you are doing. I found this
book up at the house. Do you know
who this author is?
JOAN
Jane at the book club recommended him to
me. She said he would help me get in touch
with my inner priestess, so that’s what I’m
doing. I’m getting in touch with my inner
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JOAN (cont’d)
priestess. I mean you got to play wizard
when you were little. Let a girl live a little.
Joan picks up the wineglass that has been sitting by her feet, and takes an impulsively big gulp from it.
JOAN (cont’d)
What’s the problem with a little moonlit
ritual, anyway?
She looks back up at her husband. John is no longer paying attention to her. He seems preoccupied with staring at the moonlit ocean. Joan sets the glass back down on the tapestry, unevenly. It spills. Joan SIGHS at the sight of her spilled wine. John picks up the book he had dropped in the sand, and begins hurriedly turning through its pages. He finally settles on an open page, and then thrusts the book in Joan’s face, pointing desperately to a block of text.
JOHN (cont’d)
Here. This is the ritual you followed, right?
You have to read it backwards. Now!
Joan squints her eyes at the book. She GASPS. The words appear to be swimming around on the page. They gradually form into the shape of a black squid.
JOAN
You’ve got to be kidding me.
CUT TO:
INT. BEDROOM -- NIGHT
The Lovecrafts lay in bed, asleep. John turns in his sleep and GROANS.
CUT TO:
EXT. BEACH - NIGHT
The Lovecrafts walk hand in hand along an empty moonlit beach. They are dressed lightly, suggesting it is summer. Joan looks down, idly kicking at the surf as it
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occasionally washes over her feet. She sees a conch shell on the sand, as the tide pulls back, and reaches down to pick it up. As she picks it up, she notices intricate patterns appear to be painted on it.
JOAN
Look at this! John, it’s amazing! I’ve never
seen anything like it.
John grabs the shell from her hand and throws it out to sea as far as he can.
JOAN (cont’d)
Hey! Why the Hell did you do that?
John takes several steps back from the ocean. He appears very agitated.
JOHN
This can’t be happening. We have to
go back to the house. Now!
John grabs his wife’s wrist and drags her into a full run behind him. Joan struggles to keep up with him.
JOAN
John, what can’t be happening? What the
Hell is going on? What’s wrong with you?
Suddenly, John stops running. He is transfixed, looking at several massive, lumbering tentacles thrashing out of the water a few hundred yards out. He points in their general direction.
JOHN
That…
The tentacles reach further out of the sea, and a gigantic, squid-like creature emerges from the beneath surface of the ocean. It has intricate patterns painted all over its body, resembling those on the conch shell Joan found. Its spear-shaped head is turned in such a way that one giant eye appears to be staring at the couple, its pupil blazing with some unnatural fire. The sea creature makes a THUNDERING SCREECHING, SQUAWKING NOISE. Joan SCREAMS.
(CONT’D)
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JOAN
Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God.
What the Hell is that?
JOHN
That... is my father.
CUT TO:
INT. BEDROOM - NIGHT.
We see that the Lovecrafts are still asleep. An intricately painted conch shell rests on the bedside table beside the couple. Beside the shell, an open note reads - All my blessings, Hewlett Packard Lovecraft, your loving father. Suddenly, Joan wakes up with a GASP. She shakes her sleeping husband by the shoulders.
JOAN
John! John! Wake up!
John opens his eyes.
JOHN
Huh?
JOAN
I just had a dream your father was a giant
squid... You look just like him, you know.
John… Who were those people in the
photograph?
JOHN
What photograph? What time is it?
JOAN
The one you had out when we first moved
here. The one with your father… from when
you were a teenager. I still don’t understand
why I never even got to meet the guy. I
mean, you didn’t even let me go to the
funeral. What are you hiding me from?
From him? From them… the other men in
the photograph? Who are they? They
looked so serious.
(CONT’D)
CONTINUED:
John is fully awake now. Tears are streaming down his face.
JOHN
I know I’ve been keeping too much from you,
and you have been so accepting, especially
with the wedding and everything. I wanted
him there too, but we were starting a new life
here and I couldn’t risk them finding out
about you. These other men are extremely
dangerous. They are, Joan. Please believe
me. There is nothing more in the world I
would have liked than for you to have met
my father. It wasn’t him I was hiding you
from. He was a great, great man, but they
tried to corrupt him. It’s them. They killed
him, Joan. And there is nothing you or I or
anyone can do about it. I was trying to
protect you. They would have killed you
too. It’s you, it’s always been you. You
have some kind of power over the sea that
my family has been trying miserably to
control for generations, but for you it just
comes naturally. We were meant to be
together Joan. We have a connection to an
ancient power that lives in the heart of the
sea. You feel it too. I know you do. That’s
why we moved here… It’s who we are.
Joan gets out of bed and walks over to the window, looking out at the beach. She shakes her head and blinks in disbelief. She turns back to face John, and her face lights up. Joan smiles at her husband.
JOAN
So I really am the Sea Priestess.
CUT TO:
EXT. UNDERWATER CAVE - NIGHT
A giant, golden squid appears to slumber in a nest of translucent jellyfish, its tentacles swaying gently. Suddenly it stirs and opens a fiery eye, before disappearing into a cloud of black ink.
FADE OUT