The Relic Page #3

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EXT. LOUISIANA BEACH - DAY

The ocean is still, the air stifling and close. A hot sun beats down

on the deck of the SANTA LUCIA. The boat lists at a crazy angle where

it has been washed up on the shore. At first glance, it appears to be

deserted. A barrel rolls back and forth as the boat is rocked by each

successive wave. We hear sirens approaching and the phalanx of squad

cars pulls up. Joining them now are TWO AMBULANCES.

PENDERGAST gets out along with the others. All of the cops immediately

cover their faces, gagging violently at the smell. Pendergast sniffs

once and frowns. Apart from this, he doesn't react.

SMALL TOWN COP:

(choking)

Goin' up-wind if you don't mind.

Pendergast nods. The cops all fall back in revulsion. They watch from

a safe distance as Pendergast approaches the ghost ship. His shiny

laced wing-tips sink in the sand. He leans down, pulls them off one at

a time. He balls both socks, puts them carefully into his shoes and

proceeds barefoot towards the boat.

Using a piece of driftwood as a plank, Pendergast leans it against the

Santa Lucia. With surprising agility, he leaps up the plank to the

deck. At the top he touches a rail. It's covered in a DARK STICKY

LIQUID.

BLOOD. Flies buzz loudly. A LARGE MACHETE lies abandoned in the stern.

Chairs are overturned. A DEAD GOAT, eviscerated, lies in the bow. A

lifeboat hangs half off the stern. Pendergast moves aft. The COPS

watch from the sand below, unwilling to get any closer. Pendergast

hears A DOOR slamming open and closed. He follows the noise and

sees...

THE DOOR TO THE HOLD. He approaches, pushes it open and looks down the

stairwell. Below deck are

BODIES... stacks of them. They've been TORN TO SHREDS.

THE CAMERA MOVES down to one particular man who is nearest the top of

the stairs. It's CAPTAIN FRANCO. His face is frozen in a howl of

terror. Flies congregate in the eye sockets. With his foot, Pendergast

nudges the body over. The skull has been torn open.

THERE IS NO BACK TO FRANCO'S HEAD.

FADE TO BLACK:

Silence then we begin hearing sounds of the city... horns, traffic,

construction work.

SUPER TITLE... NEW YORK CITY, FOUR MONTHS LATER as we...

FADE IN:

ON A NECKLACE of TWO ARROWS, one of gold, the other silver. The twin

to the one seen on Whittlesley. Widen to...

EXT. ROOFTOP GARDEN - MARGO'S NEW YORK APARTMENT - MORNING

And the woman wearing the necklace... MARGO GREEN. She sips her morning

coffee as she makes notes on several large FOSSILIZED TEETH. Her hair

is neatly combed. No make-up. She doesn't need it. She has a natural,

unselfconscious beauty and a mind like a steel trap.

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