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FADE UP ON:
of PICK AND SPADE...)
EXT. A CROSSRAODS. DAWN
INTERSECTION of two lanes of near-frozen mud in HEDGEROW
Two GRAVEDIGGERS, a cold PRIEST, a BODY, At a CROSSROADS
overlooked by a Celtic cross.
ON SOUND, as the Priest contemplates his meal (He wants
I am Francois, to my dismay
(the SPADE digs into the
nearly frozen ground)
Conceived and born in the usual
Son of man, yet by the way/ not of
him my mother say...
(beyond cold in thin and
Shut up and dig.
A rope-scarred neck. A WOMAN: A SUICIDE.
eat his apple. Then he eats.
The GRAVEDIGGERS are in rags, dirty, coughing. The
looking. His right ear is mutilated.
Denied the cross for suicide, the
suicide is then buried at the
center of a cross.
(leans on his pick, like a
Show me the logic.
(a noticeable beat)
this be a witch there was poor
return on his investments.
What would you know of Logic?
(the rising, and
vindictive, Common Man)
I have ears, Father. Though one is
notched because I love justice.
(thieving, he puts the
dead woman’s CRUCIFIX
around his own neck.)
The GRAVEDIGGER (a man who will come into his own, has vowed
When I was young and so the world/I
was as pretty as a girl/I am now a
man of gravitas/With a double chin
and giant arse...
(at the GRAVEDIGGERS,
ceasing to dig, also
(softly, querulously, and
as if there’s an
opportunity in it)
on a mudd palfrey, and looks at the gravediggers, the body. A
(flatly, no conceit)
Clear the road.
GRAVEDIGGERS back out of the road and bow, giving the road
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