The Relic Page #2

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A NECKLACE of TWO ARROWS, one gold, another silver.

Whittlesley stares wide-eyed into the blackness of the hold. The goats

start BLEATING in blind panic. A shaft of moonlight comes through a

porthole as the boat turns. The moonlight falls on

THE CRATES. Whittlesley's eyes lock onto them and he inches towards

them, drawn inexorably closer... closer...

WHITTLESLEY:

No... no...

He begins mumbling a prayer.

MOVE IN ON HIS EYES... filled with dread as he falls to his knees,

staring, always staring at THE CRATES...

EXT. DOCKS - NIGHT

The crew tends to business and the Santa Lucia points out of the

harbor, disappears into the night.

DISSOLVE TO:

EXT. LOUISIANNA COAST - DAY... TITLE CARD... JUNE

Squad cars roar down the back roads, sirens flashing. In the center of

the column is an unmarked car.

INT. UNMARKED CAR - DAY

At the wheel is a strikingly dignified and imposing black man wearing

a simple, old-fashioned dark suit, narrow black tie, and white shirt.

This is SPECIAL AGENT PENDERGAST, FBI.

A BACH SONATA for violin and harpsichord plays on the tape deck.

Pendergast hums along as he drives. A SMALL TOWN COP rides shotgun.

The cop is intimidated both by Pendergast and the morning's events. He

sweats heavily as he brings Pendergast up to date.

SMALL TOWN COP:

One of the locals found it at dawn.

Didn't believe him 'till I saw it

myself. Even then I didn't believe

it. Scared my men shitless. Me too.

I mean... hell... You could smell it a

half mile away, Mr. Pendergast.

PENDERGAST:

(unperturbed)

Any of your men go on board?

SMALL TOWN COP:

No sir. No way. None of us wanted

to, I'm the first to admit it. I

said, "Don't get within a mile of

this thing. It's way to big for us.

I'm calling the FBI."

Pendergast nods his approval, resumes humming along with a

particularly intricate harpsichord riff. As always, the man is

unflappable and totally calm as he drives.

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