Episode 2 - Triquetra
SC1. INT. CHAPEL - PENARTH - DAY - 6098
[SAT IN PEWS, THE CONGREGATION IS MADE UP
OF A MIXTURE OF ALIENS AND HUMANS. CORA
FENCIS IS SAT IN A FRONT PEW. A FAMILY OF
BETRAN ANDRONICUS ARE SAT BEHIND HER.
IFAN FENCIS IS STOOD FACING THE
CONGREGATION, SINGING SOLO.]
“I smote the dragon, the dragon did not see me.
I said dear Lord, look what I’ve done.
The Lord said, my dear boy you have not yet won.
I smote the dragon, he merely played dead.
I said to the Lord, what have you done?
The Lord said evil never dies, merely transmogrifies.
If you want to unify, you must love the dragon.
I’ll bring that prodigal son home so he can make amends.
I loved the dragon, he spat in my face.
I said dear Lord, look what he’s done.
The Lord said, my dear boy all things in good time.
That dragon will come home some day.
Love the dragon, love your tormentor.
It doesn’t matter how far your oppressor falls,
he’ll always have a home in the end.
I loved the dragon, he said thank you.
I pushed everyone away because I thought they’d never love me.
You were the first to refuse to stay away.
I tormented you, pushed all your buttons, tried to keep you away.
You loved me, you scared me so, but you wouldn’t go away.
I saved the dragon, he said thank you Jesus;
you saved me in the end.”
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SC2. EXT. LONDON CEMETERY - DAY - 6100
[WE’RE IN A VERY OLD SECTION OF THE
CEMETERY. THE GRAVES ARE MORE THAN A
THOUSAND YEARS OLD.
LIZ CARNEGIE IS KNELT IN FRONT OF THE
GRAVESTONE OF HER FATHER - BRYCE
CARNEGIE, DIED 5070. THE INSCRIPTION BELOW
READS ‘HE DIED SAVING LIVES’.
IFAN IS STOOD BEHIND LIZ.
WE SEE THE SKYLINE OF THE LONDON BUSINESS
DISTRICT FAR IN THE DISTANCE.]
“My father was the best father a girl could ever ask for. He was hardly
ever at home, but I forgave him that foible, for I knew that the work he
did, was so important. They called it the GHOST war, for so many
reasons. When I got older, and the schools in London felt it was age
appropriate to go into an indepth scholarship of the issues our world
was being confronted with when it came to the Garconer, the books
had nothing but excuses. I knew one thing, one thing above all others.
This was the truth of what they were doing to the Garconer- Ghosts is
what they wanted them to become. It was more than an acronym, it
was a policy of extermination. They wanted the Garconer to become
nothing less than a mere legend, a story and nothing more.
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SC3. EXT. POE’S ALEHOUSE - CHARLES STREET - CARDIFF -
DAY - 1948
[RAIN POUNDS THE PAVEMENT. A FEW PEOPLE
DASH INTO AND OUT FROM SHOPS. NO VEHICLES
ARE IN SIGHT.
COLM MORRIS WALKS PAST A CIGAR SHOP,
STEPPING FROM A LONG SHADOW CAST BY
THE RED SHOP AWNING.
DARK HAIR DRENCHED, COLM PULLS HIS
CARAMEL TRENCH COAT TAUT AGAINST HIS
STEPPING PAST A PUDDLE, COLM TURNS,
LOOKING BACK TOWARDS THE HORIZON.
WE SEE THE DISTANT OUTLINE OF THE BLACK
MOUNTAINS BENEATH BLACK CLOUDS ROLLING
IN FROM TIGER BAY.
WE SEE COLM STEP FROM THE KERB, CROSSING
COLM MOVES ASIDE, ALLOWING A BLACK
DAIMLER TO PASS.
WE SEE RAIN GLISTEN ON ITS POLISHED HOOD.
COLM SHUDDERS AS WE HEAR A DISTANT PEAL
COLM GAZES TOWARDS THE SKYLINE RIMMING
THE VIEW OF THE ROILING ATLANTIC IS BLOCKED
BY THE GREEN SHOP AWNING OF POE’S
PICKING UP THE PACE, COLM STEPS BENEATH
DODGING A DROP OF WATER AS IT SLIDES FROM
THE AWNING; COLM GRIPS THE WOODEN DOOR
OF THE PUB.]
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SC4. INT. POE’S ALEHOUSE - CARDIFF - DAY - 1948
[WE HEAR THE VOICE OF ELLA FITZGERALD AS
COLM ENTERS THE SMOKY, DIMLY LIT PUB.
COLM CHOKES ON TOBACCO FUMES.
ACROSS THE ROOM, WE SEE LIZ CARNEGIE SAT
AT A TABLE SET AGAINST THE FAR WALL. LIZ IS
DRESSED IN THE UNIFORM OF A WREN GIRL.
HAIR DONE UP IN A FRENCH BRAID HELD IN