The Last Will and Testament of Rosalind Leigh

(WORDLESS VOCALIZING)

WOMAN:
Sometimes, late at night,

you can still feel

the loneliness...

Like an animal in the dark,

ready to pounce.

It can make a warm memory

seem empty and unfamiliar.

Past things seem insignificant.

And even faith can seem trivial

and worthless.

My dear Leon.

I remember the day you were born.

You were my little angel.

Always so full of joy.

So full of life.

And then, one day...

(GROWLING SOUND)

Everything changed.

MAN:
Our father who art in heaven,

- ...hallowed be thy name.

- More than anyone, you deserved...

an explanation.

You needed to know why your

father did what he did.

But that is God's secret.

You were too young then,

too angry to accept it.

Too stubborn to see

that the soul lives on

long after death.

You closed yourself away,

and as you grew,

I prayed that your

faith would return.

But you only became more distant.

And sometimes, late at night,

you still feel the loneliness,

and you've learned that pain

doesn't give up that easily.

That despair is an

affliction of the godless.

(BUSY SIGNAL BEEPING IN PHONE)

My dear Leon, you are

in a terrible danger

unless you can recognize

that your soul lives on

long after death.

It is the only thing

that can save you...

And bring us together again.

(PHONE RINGING)

MAN:
Hi. This is Bill

Phillips with tribal trade.

I'm not available at the moment.

Please leave a message,

and I'll return your call within 24

hours. Thank you for using voicemail.

Bill, it's Leon. Give me a call.

WOMAN:
I wish we could

talk like we used to.

But once you left,

you never came back.

It's been so long since

you even called.

It's so hard being alone.

There are always

strangers at the door,

and they always want something.

(POUNDING)

This house is a holy place.

And even though you never

visited me here...

I have left behind a

few reminders for you.

I leave everything I have

to the only person in my life.

(DOOR CLOSES)

You.

(DOOR HINGE SQUEAKING)

(CAR STARTS, DRIVES AWAY)

(LOUD SCRAPING SOUNDS)

(BRIEF LOW GROWL)

(LEON SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)

I spent the entire week

preparing for this,

and I walk in, and

it's all right here.

BILL:
I don't know what

to tell you, Leon.

I had strict orders to

buy everything you sold.

And you didn't think that

I'd find that interesting?

Uh, had no idea.

You don't think it's a little weird

that somebody is only

interested in items

from my personal collection?

I'm a broker, you know the drill.

Confidentiality is always assured.

Listen to me. I swear, I had

no idea it was your mother

who was buying up all your items.

You gotta believe me, Leon.

Hello?

You there?

Yeah.

I got enough on my mind just

getting the best price,

never mind keeping

tabs on who's buying.

- You know what I'm saying?

- Yeah.

When was the last time

you saw her anyway?

It's been a while.

I'm sorry. I know

it's a tough time.

Listen, if you wanna

put any of that stuff

back on the market,

just let me know, okay?

I can move it for you all

over again, double your take.

Okay. Yeah.

Um... thanks, Bill.

Yeah. Don't mention it.

Call me if you need anything, okay?

Yeah.

Bye.

(LEON CHUCKLES)

WOMAN:
Come back here.

(SHARP INTAKE OF BREATH)

(LEON GASPS)

(CLICKING LIGHT SWITCH ON AND OFF)

(WOMAN WHISPERING) Believe.

(REMOTE CLATTERS LOUDLY)

Angry God!

Ours is a fearful God!

We have the signs.

- We have the word...

- (VOLUME LOWERS)

Of his ministers on the earth,

and by our faith, we see

what the unbelievers cannot.

Hosts of angels.

The world is full of atheists,

and sinners of the mind,

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