Ego te absolvo, in nomine Patris, et
Filii, et Spiritus Sancti, Amen.
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
EXT. MEADOW & WOOD - DUSK
A hazy, summer dusk -- pollen floating in the shimmering
air... Jeanne swirls between the high elms, happy and
carefree -- it's all a little surreal -- are those church
bells in the distance? Or cow bells? Or merely the SOUND
Jeanne swings round faster and faster, then tumbles over,
laughing, and lies on her back. She's 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, there's an urgent whisper in the wind... a
strange echo that will eventually resolve into a call
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. It's 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 grips the sword, but can't use it -- too heavy, too
frightened. As the wolves approach, she closes her
The wolves pass either side of her, as though oblivious to
her presence. When she opens her eyes, they have passed,
and are now heading along the forest track.