The Kingdom of Heaven Page #3
- Year:
- 1991
- 30 min
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EXT. THE YARD OF THE FORGE. DISCONTINUOUS (SUNLIT, A DREAM)
A splendid rooster, Chanticleer, taking a dust-bath. A
woman’s BARE FEET move through the farmyard. The face of the
woman we have seen dead. She is alive, smiling. She is
kneeling at the edge of a kitchen garden, planting small
saplings, a LOMBARDY POPLAR, smiling back at her observer...
BALIAN, in sunlight, on the best day of his life. Face
dripping. He is at the trough, washing.
(CONTINUED)
7.
CONTINUED:
EGGS are laid in a bed of grasses. The WIFE looks back at her
observer.
(Balian), walks through a door, and disappears.
INT. A TOWN LOCKUP. DAY
BALIAN awakes in reality and in dirty straw. He sits up. He
is no more than thirty as it was in those days. Nothing in
his face except the fact that he has again remembered his
wife is dead. Balian is no peasant. He is a master craftsman,
a blacksmith and inventor. He is watched by two sympathetic
GUARDS.
The PRIEST, entering, has no fear of Balian: he has been
tormenting him for years, and knows him as an easy target: a
man who will never strike back.
PRIEST:
(resentfully)
(as Balian says nothing)
Release him.
He goes, a man off on his business. BALIAN remains sitting in
the straw. He stares at the open DOOR as if not knowing what
to do with such a thing as a door.
OLD GUARD:
(to Balian, kindly)
On your feet. This is not heaven.
It is the world, and there are
troubles in it. Do yourself no
injury. Other men are always good
for that.
BALIAN nods, and does stand.
EXT. CROSSROADS. NIGHT. SNOWING
A whimpering DOG scratches at the forzen ground, already
covered with snow. The burial crossroads. BALIAN, drunk, is
looking at the stars. Then he falls to his knees, staring at
the earth. He touches the ground. It is frozen and his wife
is beneath it. As he sobers up,
SOUNDS OS:
ANDTHE PRIEST comes along, with BOYS and GRAVEDIGGER carrying
bundles of fuel and torches.
(CONTINUED)
8.
CONTINUED:
BALIAN continues to kneel. The burden-carriers walk on,
crossing themselves, in semi-respectful silence (though one
of the BOYS laughs, and is swatted by the GRAVEDIGGER). The
PRIEST remains behind, and crouches by his brother.
PRIEST:
You must take the corss. Crusade.
BALIAN, in an extremity of grief, has nothing to say to this.
PRIEST (CONT’D)
Her grave was here. Or was it
there. I am afraid I cannot tell
you the exact location. I wasn’t
present at the burial.
(BALIAN stares at the
ground)
Call me a liar. You have reason.
(a beat)
(slaps Balian’s face
aside)
You turn the other cheek. Do you
think you are Jesus Christ?
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