The Relic Page #2
- R
- Year:
- 1997
- 110 min
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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...
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.
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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