EXT - Voronet monastery day
Ma scuzati, domnisoara, este tirziu--asteptati pe cineva?
Veronica is silent.
Excuse me Miss, it is late and everyone has gone. Do you wait for someone?
Veronica clutches her coat tighter at her throat.
I can see you are, how you say, troubled, yes? Perhaps I can help you.
Veronica lowers her head. She looks weak.
Will you share our table? A little something to eat...?
Veronica wavers, and Paraschiva catches her, then steadies her, curious about the stranger’s behavior. Veronica avoids looking at Paraschiva.
May I stay a while?
(concerned)
Of course, child, you may stay as long as you wish. You are speaking English, but I don’t think you are American, yes?
No. I am not American.
The candles SPUTTER, wax collects in pools. Paraschiva studies Veronica, while steam rises from candles.
Where are you from, child?
It doesn’t matter.
Paraschiva is surprised and visibly concerned.
My English is very bad, please, I don’t understand--are you running from something?
One candle FLICKERS and goes out. Veronica’s expression becomes grave, anguished. Her eyes fill with tears and a fine MIST continues to EMANATE from her skin, like steam. Paraschiva strains her eyes by the dimming light of the candles, not certain of what she is seeing.
I am lost from myself. Do you know? How could you know?
You are safe here. It is a good place to be when you are troubled, or lost.
Paraschiva bites her nails. She squints and assesses the woman next to her. Veronica lowers her head again. Paraschiva touches her shoulder.
(gently)
What is your name, child?
Veronica begins to weep. Paraschiva unfurls her sleeve around Veronica’s shoulders when at once Veronica collapses. Paraschiva shrinks to the floor too.
Holy Mother of God! Here--let me help you--oh!
Paraschiva tends to Veronica and notices blood on her hands and then sees blood on Veronica’s chest.
PARASCHIVA (cont’d)
Paraschiva pulls a handkerchief from her sleeve and presses it over Veronica’s chest, then puts Veronica’s hand over the cloth. She leaves quickly.
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hallway – CONTINUOUS
Several NUNS hurry into the church.
Church – CONTINUOUS
The nuns lift Veronica up and carry her out of the church. There is only the SOUND of their garments rustling, and their hurried footsteps.
int – chamber – CONTINUOUS
The room is Spartan, clean, one bed and a table. Nuns lay Veronica on the bed. The sisters remove her coat and loosen her clothing quickly, noticing the bloodstain on her chest. They cover her with a coarse blanket. Veronica is losing consciousness.
The sisters rub her feet and hands, moistening her face and forehead as they talk amongst themselves in whispers and hushes.
Paraschiva bends close to Veronica’s face holding an oil lamp.
Be still, and do not worry. We will take care of you. Make me a sign that you understand.
Veronica winces, then tries to focus.
This is good. You understand me. Have you some pain? Can you show me? Do not be afraid--
Veronica cranes her neck and searches the faces of the sisters that blur and fade. She reaches her hand behind her head; a spasm makes her whole body rigid, then limp.
VERONICA
Don’t touch me.
Veronica passes out and we hear the SOUND of fizzing, sparking.
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ext – close up of frescoes on facades – continuous
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int – chamber – continuous
Paraschiva and the sisters pause at the SOUND of fizzing and marvel at the SPRAY of fine sparks that seem to be originating from Veronica’s body. They all step back in amazement, then quietly, but frantically continue to tend to Veronica.
(rolling up her sleeves)
Give me bandages.
The sisters are huddled, frenetic as Paraschiva washes the site. Suddenly everyone stops. CLOSE UP of Paraschiva’s hand wiping the blood from over Veronica’s left breast; there is no wound. Blood OOZES from the skin.
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ext - close up of frescoes on facades – CONTINUOUS
The painted walls begin to BLISTER and a mist emanates from the walls.
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Int – chamber – CONTINUOUS
Paraschiva and the sisters exchange gasps.
(crossing herself)
There is no wound.
She bleeds, and there is no wound!
Child! Child! Can you hear me?
(touching Veronica’s forehead, and recoiling her hand)
Oh my God!
Veronica stiffens suddenly from another spasm then goes limp. She moans softly. Paraschiva’s handkerchief falls to the floor and one nun picks it up and looks bewildered.
What is it?
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three days later – chamber – day
Veronica is lying in bed. Paraschiva is soaking Veronica’s eyelids open. Her skin is pale. She moans a little then opens her eyes with difficulty, and sees Paraschiva’s face come into view.
(crossing herself)
Thank God, you are alive!
The sisters enter with a fresh water basin. One of them sponges Veronica’s face and her swollen lips. Another Sister is staring at Veronica’s chest until Paraschiva reproaches her with a stern glance.
NEXT DAY
Veronica is in bed, but awake, and wriggles out from under the sheets. She is alone, studies the room and makes for the window slowly where she looks out curiously. She shrinks away when she sees George in the distance, and continues exploring the room. Her manner is odd; she takes great notice of everything; she touches everything, smells the room, even the objects she handles.
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ext - plains beyond voronet – CONTINUOUS
GEORGE approaches driving the ox cart.
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int – kitchen – moments later
The nuns are talking, baking bread. The room is filled with light. They have flour dust on their habits.
(sinking her hands into a heap of dough)
Who do you suppose she really is?
A stray lamb.
It’s a sign, I tell you.
Paraschiva enters and evaluates the scene.
I need the young woman’s clothes.
I will get them for you. I mended the skirt and washed the blood out of her blouse. They are hanging on the line--
(bringing her hand to her mouth)
Did I hear George bring the wood?
Oh no! Do you think he noticed?
Bring the clothes--quickly.
The Sister leaves the kitchen.
But what if he asks--
Burn her things in the stove. I will handle George.
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EXT – MACHIAJ INSTITUTE FOR THE GIFTED
Pan of this remote mountain retreat with close up of the signage.
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int - dr. julia machiaj’s office night
Rich Baroque interior, fully furnished with desk, bookshelves, paintings and tapestries on the wall. A fish aquarium hums and gurgles softly; a light burns at the desk where JULIA is working. She is 40-ish, medium build, pretty.
She looks mildly fatigued but attractively composed. She plays with a wisp of her hair, slips off her shoes and draws her bare-stocking feet up under her. She leans forward and presses the button on the tape machine, listening with great interest to the sound of her own voice.
Antonio is making progress. He seems more willing to talk about his work from an aesthetic distance;
She strokes her forehead and extends her hand as she checks her nails. She fast-forwards the tape.
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ext - bucharest securitate headquarters – day
int – corridor – continuous
BELA UDVARI, early 60s, is walking nervously down the hall. He has a high forehead, ruddy cheeks, thick black hair and heavy brows and mustache. He is an obstetrician/gynecologist with a specialized background in genetics. He crushes a cigarette beneath his heel when a DOOR OPENS. MIHAI CICALA, the minister of the interior waves the smoke from his face and greets Bela ceremoniously.
Tovaras (comrade) Dr. Udvari! How good of you to come. Please, step inside, please.
Bela nods and enters, and immediately sees Captain PICARIU leaning against the window frame. He is tall and slender, handsome but edgy, crisp, groomed and severe in his uniform, around 35-years of age. The room is spartan with an overhead ceiling fan and a portrait of Ceausescu on the wall.
May I present Captain Liviu Picariu--Dr. Udvari. Well, then, Captain Picariu has been assigned to this case-- oh! a mere formality, you understand, dear doctor. He will assist us in finding the Istova woman. I have assured him of your total cooperation.
Bela gives a subservient nod. There is obvious tension between the Captain and the Doctor.
Naturally I will do all that I can to help you--
Of course you will. I have no doubt of that.
Cicala motions that they take a seat but Picariu remains standing. Cicala pulls a bundle of papers from his case.
I have already briefed the Captain, purely routine, doctor. He is not here to judge you, simply to ask you a few questions--standard procedure, you know all about this kind of thing.
Bela shifts uncomfortably in his chair, while Cicala rubs his lips with his fingers, as though contemplating.
Veronica Vestegean was born on July 12, 1967, making her about 22 years old, correct?
Correct, she--
And she has a sister, Emilia, correct?
A twin sister, actually--
Yes, yes, a twin. But they were separated at birth, true? In fact, the mother and father are unaware she exists?
Yes, Tovaras Minister Cicala, this is correct. You see, the project--
So, in the course of twenty-two years you have monitored the twins as part of a genetic study. (Looking up), Why?
Well, Tovaras Minister, the patient, presented a very unusual delivery—
(disaffected)
You have conducted controlled experiments on Veronica, keeping her identity a secret from her as well as her parents and sister?
(relenting)
Yes.
You may elaborate if you wish.
Bela straightens his neck.
Thank you, Minister, yes; it’s true the twins have never met. You see, the idea was--
Yes, what exactly was the idea, tovaras Udvari--that’s a Hungarian name, isn’t it?
(irritated, but ignoring the remark)
The idea was--
You have some fascination with young girls, doctor? Would a cure for cancer be so boring to research?
Bela is incredulous, Cicala rattles the papers impatiently and Captain Picariu strokes his mustache meticulously.
What exactly were the security arrangements at your facility? And why do you refer to her as the Istova woman? Isn’t her name Vestegean?
Bela clears his throat laboriously.
Well, first of all, it’s not really a facility; I wanted to create a meaningful environment for her, you understand, to project a normal home. I could not very well convince her of her new identity if she felt she were my prisoner, could I? So I gave her an identity, beginning with her name.
Captain Picariu folds his hands on the table and cocks his head, unimpressed.
Bela grows very defensive, and taps his finger on the stack of papers.
With due respect, Captain, you do not appreciate the importance--
Oh, I appreciate the importance of maintaining security, I assure you.
Bela becomes more agitated.
There are walls that the mind erects and recognizes as boundaries. These are more insurmountable than your prison walls.
Captain Picariu shrugs his shoulders sarcastically.
Yet she is gone. Poof.
Bela gropes for another cigarette, offers one to Cicala.
The Captain scoffs. Cicala stares over his glasses.
Games played at the expense of Party resources.
Hardly games, Tovaras Captain. This girl is incredibly gifted. She has talents for which I cannot account--
Why did she choose to leave now, and not before?
Bela inhales his smoke insatiably once, then again.
She had become restless.
Captain Picariu and Cicala trade a glance.
Bela Udvari (cont’d)
This is all very interesting, tovaras doctor, but the particulars of your…your research, is really of no interest to us here. Perhaps we can concentrate on finding the girl.
(resentful of the sarcasm)
She is small, lean, long dark hair--actually a replica, yes, of her twin.
Captain Picariu tugs smartly at his cuffs.
Does she have any distinguishing characteristics?
I’m afraid the things that distinguish her physiologically would escape your understanding.
Picariu loses his composure for a moment and responds in a threatening manner.
Nothing escapes me, tovaras doctor, nothing, least of all some freak that has lived her life like a rat in a laboratory.
Cicala rises and claps his hands.
That’s enough, gentlemen. Dr. Udvari, we all appreciate your investment in this project, both personally and professionally, but you must understand what is at stake here. You had promised to reunite the twins by their 18th year, and offer a splendid report at the London symposium. I believe you promised Mrs. Ceausescu the Nobel Prize--no?
And Romania shall have the prize.
I don’t have to remind you how embarrassing it would be to explain to President Ceausescu that this woman has vanished.
(angry)
You cannot comprehend the implications of the work I have done.
Look here, little man. You are expendable, you were granted this capricious project so that Elena Ceausescu could take credit for the Nobel Prize. Now I will clean up your mess and find this guinea pig you call Istova, and conclude your study for you. You will no longer live off the generosity of the Party. You will go back to being an obscure Hungarian doctor and take your place among your own kind.
Cicala raises his hands for order.
You know, Mr. Minister, perhaps the good doctor has merely hidden her away. After all, it must be a difficult thing to sacrifice twenty years of your life to a project of this scope, only to give it away to Elena Ceausescu, eh?
Don’t be a fool.
Gentlemen!!
Cicala is rankled.
Stop it at once. Find the woman; find the Istova woman, Captain. And you, dear doctor, you will finish your study the minute she is returned.
Bela leaves the room. Captain Picariu laughs. Cicala gathers the papers and hands the stack to Picariu.
When you find her, gather the rest of the data and have it transposed into Elena Ceausescu’s hand, and registered as her original work.
(haughtily)
Yes, I know the routine.
Then kill Bela Udvari.
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int - dr. julia machiaj’s office day
JULIA is impeccably dressed, seated at her desk and talking on the phone.
Well, fortunately the clinic is exceptionally quiet, so I have time to review your proposal.(BEAT)
Thank you, I am very proud of the work we’ve done here. It’s important for my patients to have the environment in which to confront their giftedness. (BEAT) Well, our "colony" as you call it is unique in this regard. I think your client will find the treatment he needs here at the Institute. Of course we must do a work up before we agree to accept him as a patient. (BEAT)
Property? Yes I might be interested in working something like that out. My patients often trade intellectual property in exchange for my services. It’s become something of a signature....yes. (BEAT)
Thank you. Lydia will take the details and we’ll be in touch.
She hangs up the phone, and exits.
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ext - Voronet monastery day
A shiny black sedan is making its way to the gate. The door opens and the lustrous boot of Captain Picariu touches the ground.
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back entrance to monastery
Paraschiva opens the door. The Captain is pulling the gloves from his hand.
Welcome to Voronet.
Such a quaint little shrine you have here, tovarasa. In Bucharest we find such buildings tiresome, useless. You would be surprised to see how ordinary they look when reduced to a pile of rubble.
You are welcome just the same, Captain.
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INT – KITCHEN - CONTINUOUS
The Captain strolls arrogantly around the kitchen.
Perhaps the Captain would like to light a candle?
He scoffs.
Oh, dear lady, your primitive rites are of no interest to me, and your preoccupation with such foolishness reminds me of how many like you are rotting away in prison for their dissident activities.
Have you come to arrest me then, Captain?
(thoughtful)
You had a visitor here recently.
We have many visitors, Captain.
You gave lodging to a young woman--where is she?
We occasionally invite people to share our table, Captain, but we do not give lodging--it is prohibited.
The Captain tightens his gaze and leans in closer.
Where is the young woman who came to Voronet? A mousy woman, small, pathetic, early twenties, long dark hair, dressed in a skirt...and blouse?
Paraschiva knits her brow, strategically appeasing the Captain.
Yes, there was a young woman as I recall, a foreigner, I remember now. Forlorn, poor--she declined our invitation for dinner. I left her sitting in the church, and when I returned, she had left.
And you did not give her refuge?
She did not ask for it.
Then I may look round?
This is God’s house, Captain, you may search for your answers as you please.
He turns abruptly on his heels, steadies his frame, and then walks aggressively toward her.
You would not be the first martyr to die in prison, tovarasa.
Nor the last.
(slyly)
Voronet exists as an amusement for tourists. I urge you to think twice before you risk seeing it destroyed.
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ext – voronet
The Captain walks angrily to his car. He steps in a mud puddle.
Goddamn mud! Bring me something to wipe this with--there--some water from the well!
Paraschiva casts a rapid eye.
Please, allow me Captain.
She bends down and wipes the mud from his boot with the hem of her gown.
The Captain squints.
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int - close up well - CONTINUOUS
Veronica is hiding there.
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int - chamber
Veronica is at the window. She reaches her hand inside her blouse and removes a SWATCH of white cloth. A close up of the swatch reveals a detailed image in the fabric of a funeral procession. She places it in between the pages of a worn prayer BOOK on the table. Paraschiva enters.
You are in danger here, Veronica. But I have arranged to send you somewhere safe.
Veronica nods.
Tell me, do you like music? Do you like to dance?
Veronica cocks her head gently.
You look like a dancer.
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ext - village day
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int - wooden hall - CONTINUOUS
NELU and SANDU are dancers in a folk ensemble practicing the traditional calusu dance. There are several performers rehearsing, musicians are practicing, and the director is shouting. Veronica is watching, much evolved, happy, alert, and swallowing the various activities with her eyes.
The musicians are displaying their virtuosity when all of a sudden someone CALLS out.
Veronica is DANCING, executing the calusu dance step for step to the amazement of all.
Nelu and Sandu are dumbfounded.
Well I’ll be damned, look at this!
Hey--Veronica--where did you learn to do this?
She looks radiant, catching her breath.
I told you. I just dance, it just...comes to me.
It must run in your family.
Veronica reaches her hand behind her head, curiously. Nelu observes.
You’ve pulled a muscle, haven’t you? Let me rub it out.
I’ll help.
Veronica is startled by Nelu’s touch and shrinks a bit. Suddenly VASILE enters, goes to Nelu and pulls him aside.
She has to be moved. Now.
What is it, what’s wrong?
They glance at Veronica and step away together.
The driver was found in a car wreck.
So he had an accident.
No accident. He was beaten to death, securitate style.
Do you think he talked?
(shrugs)
Can’t take that chance. She has to go.
But where?
Veronica looks on.
I’ll figure something out. Thank God you’ll be leaving in the morning. At least they won’t find you boys here. I’ll be in touch, and if there is a problem, stay where you are and ask for political asylum; just don’t come back.
Nelu and Sandu exchange worried glances.
Wait--we could take her with us.
What? Don’t be stupid. She’s not one of us--the visas are all stamped and ready to go, it won’t work.
Nelu waves to Veronica.
Watch this.
He pulls her beside him. Taps out the beat and then begins a series of steps. She shadows him beat for beat. Vasile and Sandu shake their heads and smile.
We could dress her as a man--a boy, rather.
(walking around her)
I think it might work. We’d have to cut her hair, glue some of it for a mustache on her upper lip--she could pass for Petrica.
And what do we do about Petrica?
I’ll take care of Petrica.
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int - train station night
The ensemble is milling about, tossing baggage, and boarding the train. Sandu, Nelu and Veronica make their way through the crowd. The Securitate is present, scrutinizing everyone.
Hey--Petrica!
The three pause.
Vasile shouts from the crowd and creates a diversion.
Someone left his boots! Here! I’ve brought them!
Give them to me, I’ll see to them.
Good luck!
SOUND of the train WHISTLE. Nelu, Sandu and Veronica quickly board and disappear in the back of the train.
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guest room – MACHIAJ INSTITUTE
VERONICA is looking out the window. She closes her eyes.
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int - dr. julia machiaj’s office
Julia removes a hand-mirror from her desk drawer and checks her face, makeup and hair. She is wearing a red dress. She puts the mirror down, retrieves a pair of pearl earrings from a little box in the drawer and puts them on. She shakes her head coquettishly and then sets to work. She reads from a stack of materials on her desk then begins her dictation.
The bleeding is limited to an area over the left breast, right over the heart. The hands, specifically the palms, and the feet, and lower left rib area are unaffected. No behavioral evidence to suggest concurrent religious ecstasy as indicated by acceptable definitions of classic stigmata. Nevertheless I am not prepared to rule out some variant of stigmata. But Veronica Istova is not mimicking the wounds of Christ--
Lydia’s voice is heard on the intercom.
Excuse me, Julia, Dr. Binzer has arrived.
Julia pauses then draws a deep breath.
Send him in--oh, and bring in that report as soon as you’ve finished it--thank you.
Julia quickly rouges her lips without looking into a mirror. She stretches her shoulders back and then rises, self-conscious of her every detail The DOOR OPENS.
PETER BINZER enters. He is tall, slender, with Anglo features, neat and attractive, 50 years-old. Julia looks him over, smiles, and holds out her arms.
Peter...Peter how good of you to come. It’s nice to see you, come in--come, come, come in.
Peter strides towards her, embraces her warmly, takes both her hands and looks her over. They stand close without speaking, and after several bantered smiles he kisses her.
Ah, Julia, red becomes you--how stunning you look in that dress.
(laughing softly)
So tell me, how was your trip?
Fine, just fine.
Julia touches the hair at his temple, observing the grey.
Is this new?
(he chuckles)
I sensed an urgency in your cable, so I came straight away.
(walking over to the credenza)
Tea?
What a wonderful place you’ve made for yourself, Julia.
I can’t believe that for as many times as we’ve run into each other over the years, you’ve never once visited me here.
I can’t believe you’ve never invited me until now.
She is momentarily disarmed, recovers, hands him his tea, and lingers a second before returning to her desk.
Your specialty is multiple personalities.
Aha! A consultation at last, and here I thought you missed me.
Peter, please,
We’ve never once consulted, my dear--conferred yes, and a good deal more besides, but consulted? I’ve dreamed of such a thing!
Julia chuckles deliberately, tracing the arch of her eyebrow with her finger.
Binzer observes, and clears his throat.
Uh-oh, serious as all that?
Julia straightens the papers on her desk, and folds her hands.
Good heavens, Julia, you’re quite distraught--what is it, then?
Peter nods encouragingly, while searching through his pockets for his pipe and tobacco. Julia collects her thoughts.
A young woman appeared on my doorstep. She was supposedly smuggled out of Romania, no papers, no ID.
Peter looks surprised.
That’s not like you to accept just anyone, Julia.
Don’t think I haven’t had a nightmare over this one. I haven’t even talked it over with my attorney, but at the time, well, I had no choice. Besides, she was referred by another patient of mine, but that’s a whole different story.
I don’t follow.
Julia drops her face in her hands.
Peter seeks her attention.
Tell you what, let’s skip all that for now, why don’t we just get to it. What’s her name?
Veronica Istova. Caucasian female, approximately 20-23 years old, irregular breathing, tachycardia, BP 90/60, fever, disorientation, and (beat) hemorrhaging of the left breast area.
Peter leans back in his chair and folds his arms across his chest.
So, wounded, in shock...good lord, why didn’t they treat her at some local hospital in--where did you say she came from--Rumania?
(attitude changing)
Oh, Peter, it was unlike anything I’ve ever seen.
No doubt. She was bleeding to death. So was she shot? Stabbed?
I haven’t determined the nature of the wound.
Puncture? Laceration?
I cleaned up all the blood, but…but there was nothing there.
Peter is incredulous.
Nothing where?
(squinting)
There was no wound. Nothing to account for her bleeding. Yet she bled.
Peter rises from his seat and shuffles through the papers on her desk.
What are you saying to me? How are you explaining this?
I want you to examine her.
I should think you might want someone else to have a look. This is really quite out of my expertise, although it is intriguing. Why not call a priest, or something.
Julia is annoyed.
A prie---priest? Whatever for. She doesn’t need an exorcism for God’s sake; she’s not possessed! Honestly, Peter.
Well if she were possessed, I might be useful. Multiple personalities indulge in that kind of thing.
(gently)
Just examine her, Peter, do it for me.
He looks at her intensely, she runs her gaze all over him.
If it was something I thought I could handle, don’t you think I would? Her strong dissociative responses require that I rule out multiple personality disorders.
Peter tugs at his earlobe.
I’m the only one you’ve told I take it?
You’re the only one I can trust. I can’t afford to risk everything I’ve built here; I’m under constant scrutiny as it is for my work. Of course Lydia knows.
Won’t be easy.
Julia sighs deeply.
Will you?
Examine her? Of course. What about you?
What about me?
Can you handle it? I mean, it will challenge you professionally and emotionally. You ran from such things before as I recall.
A tense emotional exchange betrays a history between them.
Peter nods ever so slightly, then recovers to the matter at hand.
Does she hear voices? Does she describe seeing visions of any kind? What is her explanation for the bleeding? Can she control it?
Julia is reanimated, and turns to the file on her desk.
No, no voices as far as I know. I’m not sure about the bleeding.
Offhand, I’d say paranoid schizophrenia seems a more likely--
LYDIA KNOCKS and ENTERS. Peter rises and admires Lydia.
How do you do it? I’m on my fifth secretary. Can’t seem to keep them.
Lydia’s prepared your room--I’m sure you’ll be comfortable there. After you’ve rested, you can look over these reports.
ext - vincent’s front door - 1966 day
A special AGENT in a navy blue suit KNOCKS, and VINCENT opens the door.
Vincent Vestegean?
That’s right, who are you?
(showing ID)
Special agent Dobry. I’d like to talk to you if I could?
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int - living room - CONTINUOUS
Ordinary furnishings, a couple of colorful hand embroidered tablecloths, distinctively Romanian. The Agent surveys the room.
Relax--Dobry--is it? Don’t you think I’d be the first to know if my own house were bugged? Have a seat. Want a drink?
No thanks.
I told those guys I wasn’t interested in cutting a deal with them. That is why you’re here, right?
Do you recall the names of the men who came to see you?
Christ, I have enough trouble pronouncing my own name. My dad never changed it when he came to this country. Let’s see, the one was Mircea Limpede--don’t ask me to spell that--and the other, um, Mihai Cicala, yeah, that’s it.
And what exactly did they ask you to do?
Well, they wanted to contract my services for a couple of years, you know, they wanted me to bid on contracts being let for design and development of surveillance equipment.
The agent looks up from his note-taking.
Hell, Dobry, they wanted me as a technical expert to consult on the manufacturing of surveillance devices in Romania, so they can spy on people.
So they pretty much wanted you to do what you do for the United States government?
Sure, except they wanted me to do it cheaper and better. Imagine that. Kind of capitalistic for a communist country, don’t you think?
Did they offer you any money?
Vincent laughs then realizes how serious this must be.
You mean did they offer me a bribe? Is that what you’re asking? Or are you asking if I actually took the money already?
Just answer truthfully.
No. I mean it never got that far. I’m aware of the provisions of my contract. Do you think I would jeopardize my relationship with my employer?
Your contract expressly prohibits you from discussing your work with anyone, other than your rep. We know that a delegation from a third world country has approached you, and solicited your services. We’re concerned that there has been a breech in security, since they seemed to know who you were, and what your job with the government was--
Vincent is provoked.
--is. Look, take it easy. We know they made you before they contacted you. We also know you didn’t tell them anything. There’s a leak all right. We just want you to help us find it.
Vincent pours himself a drink, and offers one to the Agent. He refuses.
Mircea Limpede is technical advisor to the Romanian Intelligence division called the "Securitate". The other man--Cicala, is Minister of the Interior. You were targeted in the first place because you are of Romanian extraction, in the second place; you have a very special talent. They keep tabs on things like this; they like to use their own kind.
Vincent bristles.
Hey, I’m my own kind. I’m a businessman, a civilian, a regular guy.
We’ll be in touch if we need you.
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int - goverment office
VINCENT slams a letter on the desk of R.J.Collingsworth.
What the hell is this all about?
Collingsworth is a CIA "company" man, suave and aloof. He doesn’t look at the letter, and keeps his eyes glued on Vincent.
Your contract is void. You violated a condition of our agreement, so Vestegean Industries is no longer in a position to design and manufacture surveillance equipment for the company.
(angry, nervous)
That’s not fair.
And all of your patents have been revoked.
FLASHFORWARD
int - guest room machiaj institute night
Peter stretches, having just read over the files. He walks about the room, exploring the art objects.
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Peter opens the French doors onto the balcony, and takes in the view. He looks as though he realizes something is missing, then turns, spies the ivy growing along the brick and picks a sprig. He goes back inside, puts the ivy in a glass of water, and sets it in an appropriate place.
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int - dr. julia machiaj’s office
Julia is checking her makeup in the mirror and hears a KNOCK at the door. Peter opens the door and enters.
She quickly smoothes the back of her calf, checking her stockings, and greets him with a smile.
Am I disturbing you?
Not at all, I’ve just looked in on my other guests.
Guests?
I don’t call them patients.
Of course.
I’m just brewing a fresh pot of coffee.
Julia tends to an elegant coffee maker, and fine china cups.
Wonderful. I could use some, I’ve just finished your notes--is that all there is?
He walks up behind her, stands very close, and smells her hair. She lingers, and reveals emotion on her face, but he cannot see it. She interrupts the moment and heads back to her desk. He seems not surprised.
Well, what do you think?
I think you’re taking a tremendous risk treating her at all, based on a sketchy report at best.
You’re an alarmist. Things are different here on the continent.
Tucked away in this remote mountain resort? Come on, Julia, there is still protocol, release forms, why, you can’t even be sure who this woman really is.
I’m simply treating a patient in need of medical attention.
Are you, now? Your report is full of incongruencies, unknown variables, not
to mention that stigmata thing. What’s wrong with you—you yourself said you can’t afford to attract this kind of attention.
Julia returns to the alcove and pours the coffee. Peter sits down. There is a bit of tension.
It’s true, I might never have accepted a case like this under ordinary circumstances.
Don’t you think she’d have a better chance of being found if you gave her over to the authorities? Surely someone must be looking for her.
Lydia BUZZES on the intercom.
Excuse me, Julia--
Hold my calls, please.
But it’s Phillip.
Julia brightens. Phillip looks curious.
Peter, darling, do you mind?
He waves his hand, aloofly. She pulls the earring from her ear and turns obliquely as her voice softens.
Phillip, darling, what a nice surprise.
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int - hotel room - CONTINUOUS
PHILLIP CAPALIA talking on the phone. He is Julia’s son, and a talented violinist. He is intense, handsome, mid-20s.
How’s my girl?
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int - dr. julia machiaj’s office - CONTINUOUS
Fine, fine. I’ve been following the tour. They say you are magnificent.
Peter inclines his ear slightly.
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int - hotel room - CONTINUOUS
Oh you know how it is. They say I am too temperamental at rehearsals, and that I’m--contrary--yes that’s it, contrary! But then they all want to drink champagne in my dressing room after the third curtain call. What about you--any new prodigies I should be worried about?
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INT – DR. JULIA MACHIAJ’S OFFICE - CONTINUOUS
Nonsense, Phillip, there’s no one quite like you.
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int – hotel room - CONTINUOUS
Mother--there’s something I need to talk to you about, I’m coming to see you.
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int – dr. juLIA MACHIAJ’S OFFICE - CONTINUOUS
(surprised)
When?
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int – HOTEL ROOM - CONTINUOUS
The first train out after my next concert--I have to go now.
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INT – DR. JULIA MACHIAJ’S OFFICE - CONTINUOUS
When, Phillip--
CLICK. Peter dusts his lapel, looking aloof.
Anyone I know?
You mean Phillip? No. You haven’t met him. As I was saying, I purposely omitted some things from the Istova file--
She notices Peter is a bit put-off.
He’s a patient of mine, so to speak, I’ve known him...since he was a little boy...
A younger man?
Phillip Capalia.
The violinist?
Yes. Now about the Istova case.
Quite.
Let’s have a look at her, shall we?
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int - guest room machiaj institute.
Veronica is by the window. Julia and Peter are in the doorway. Julia pats Peter on the lapel indicating he should wait to enter.
Veronica, Veronica dear, I thought you might appreciate seeing a fresh face for a change. This is Dr. Binzer. He’s an old friend of mine, come from England to meet you.
Veronica looks askance. Snow is falling furiously at the window. At once Veronica looks directly at Peter.
Welcome, Dr. Binzer.
(Observing her in detail)
How do you do, Veronica--may I call you Veronica?
Call me what you like.
Well, do you prefer some other name?
Not yet.
Julia and Peter trade glances.
Very well, Veronica, would you mind stepping over to the bed? I’d like to examine you if I may.
Peter observes her as she sits down, and proceeds to steady her head, and looks her over.
Have you any pain or discomfort? I understand you were wounded.
He is palpating the lymph nodes along her neck and collarbone.
Yes.
Where?
You will not see it.
Peter bends her chin to her chest.
Oh, I don’t know, Veronica. I’m pretty good, they tell me. In fact, I’m very good at finding wounds that are hidden. Let me try, at least. Any childhood diseases? Measles? Mumps?
I suppose.
Any injuries? To the head? Internal?
Veronica touches her hair, moves her fingers to the back of her head. Peter observes this.
Have you ever been in an accident?
Julia is attentive.
The x-rays were clear.
Let me thump your back, then.
Peter is examining her spine, notices her SHORT hair.
What is it?
No split ends--Have you recently cut your hair? Perhaps you’ve had a surgery--anything like that?
Veronica seems confused, anxious.
VERONICA
PETER
Recognized by whom? Is someone after you?
Veronica, dear...are you in danger? You must tell us everything so that we can protect you. You are safe here
Peter feels the back of her head. He winks at Julia.
Have a look.
(feeling behind Veronica head, and looking intently)
Why it’s a scar--I missed it completely.
No matter. It’s been there a very long time.
What can you tell us about this scar, Veronica?
I’ve always had it. Since I was born. I’ve never seen it, but I have felt it.
Peter retrieves a flashlight from his pocket and steadies her head. He flashes the light across her eyes, and seems baffled.
Julia looks down at the floor, uncomfortably.
(aware of Peter’s expression.)
I know.
He’s going to tell me that I’m dead, isn’t he.
(shocked)
Her pupils are fixed and dilated. This woman’s
in a bloody coma!
Veronica looks at Peter and Julia.
I am not dead, Dr. Binzer, just not whole.
Peter lays his hands on her shoulders and looks her square in the eyes.
You’ll forgive me, Miss, but you’re the first
comatose patient I’ve ever talked to.
Julia hands Peter the stethoscope, anticipating his next move.
I’d like to listen to your heart, Veronica,
please open you blouse for me.
Veronica complies, and a small dressing falls from the open blouse. Peter picks it up, peeks inside the blouse and sees nothing. He LOOKS again at the bandage, and stares incredulously. He sees a detailed impression of Captain Picariu.
I can’t explain this anymore than I can
explain her fixed and dilated pupils.
Peter looks at Veronica, setting the swatch aside.
Every time the dressing is changed, a different image
appears in the cloth. There seems to be no common
denominator, but it’s possible I’ve simply missed it.
I started to save them when I realized what was happening.
And what is happening?
Veronica is becoming agitated. She begins to perspire, and her breathing becomes labored. Julia notices Veronica is getting anxious. She moves toward her.
What is it, what’s going on?
Julia tries to calm Veronica. She makes her lie down, and immediately checks her pulse.
There there, dear, everything is fine, you mustn’t excite yourself.
Veronica is trembling. Julia covers her with a blanket and
pulls Peter aside.
She has had episodes...
What kind of episodes?
Well--
Veronica is having a strange seizure. She begins to shake, and a HISSING, fizzing sound is heard as she sweats profusely. A subtle CRACKLING sound is heard, and small, micro sparks BURST from her body.
Good Lord!
Don’t touch her!
Peter prepares an injection, approaches Veronica, but when he puts his hands on her, he recoils suddenly from an electrical shock given off by Veronica’s body.
Are you alright, Peter?
I don’t know. She’s all wet, perspired or something, but look--it’s, foaming, I don’t know how to describe it--like seltzer.
Close up of Veronica’s neck, shoulders, and face, with a fine fizzing liquid emanating from her skin.
Veronica! Veronica!
What the--
Peter and Julia draw back in great bewilderment as the sparks fly.
She’s giving off a charge of some kind.
It’s happened before?
In an instant, the sparks collect in a diaphanous vapor above her body. In another instant it is over.
Julia rushes towards her, and puts her hand on her face.
It passes. She’s cool and dry--look.
The sheets--
A fine cinnabar spray settles on the bedclothes.
Ext - park day 1967
Vincent is talking with Mircea Limpede. People are milling about.
I’m sorry to hear you’ve lost your job.
Yeah, well, nothing lasts forever.
Now that you have some time, perhaps you’d like to visit Romania?
Maybe I will make a trip to the old country some day.
Oh, Mr. Vestegean, Romania is not an old country--it is the future. We have new goals, new visions.
Vincent laughs.
Oh, don’t believe everything you read in the papers. I’m not washed up yet. Just because the government has sent me packing doesn’t mean a better opportunity isn’t around the corner.
Come to Romania. Walk the places where your father and mother walked. You are one of us; it is in your blood.
I’m an American, born and raised.
All the more reason. You can come and go as you please. But you owe it to your father to see his native land.
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int - parked van - CONTINUOUS
Agents are monitoring the conversation.
He’s taking the bait.
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Ext - park day - CONTINUOUS
Vincent is looking agitated, but maintains his composure.
Look, as soon as I get things straightened out with my patent, I’ll let you know.
Mircea rises, reaches into his breast pocket.
Here is an open-ended ticket to Romania--first class, and some spending money. I know, I know, you are proud, Romanians are proud people. But take it. We are leaving in the morning. You do what you think is best, but remember, your father would be proud of you, we are proud of you. The Americans--they don’t appreciate you, they just use you.
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int - bucharest airport - day
A DELEGATION including Mircea Limpede greets Vincent.
Welcome, Vincent. I knew you’d come. How was your flight?
(uncomfortable)
Okay, but I’d like to wash up a bit.
Plenty of time for that. We’ll meet with the Minister of the Interior, and then a driver will take you to your hotel--it will only be a moment.
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Int - goverment office
Mihai Cicala, Mircea Limpede and Vincent are seated. An AIDE pours drinks.
So, welcome to Romania, Mr. Vestegean. I hope you will find your stay here very rewarding.
Me too.
Mircea tells me that you will be consulting for us?
That’s the deal--yeah, I’ll be consulting.
(To Cicala)
Vincent is very tired, I promised him he could go directly to his hotel and freshen up.
Yes yes, of course. Just one moment--
Cicala motions to the aide, who leaves the room and returns with IRINA, a young attractive woman in her late twenties. She is dark, small framed.
Irina Prahova--Mr. Vestegean.
Welcome, Mr. Vestegean.
Vincent is delighted.
Thank God you speak English.
She smiles, and they all chuckle at his remark.
More like thank the state that she speaks English. Do you know we have a 99% literacy rate here? And many of our students speak English. It’s good to know more than one tongue.
I agree. It’s been a while since I heard Romanian--not since my folks died.
Perhaps it will come back to you.
So, are you my guide?
They all laugh again.
Your assistant. Tovarasa Irina is a highly qualified engineer. She will work closely with you and help you any way she can. You approve, I hope.
(beaming)
Oh, I do, I approve.
Mircea opens the door.
Shall we go then? You can have a shower and relax. Irina will pick you up in the morning and take you to your new office.
Vincent, Mircea, and the aide leave.
Cicala confides to Irina.
He likes you, this is good. It means he will trust you sooner. But accommodate him with discretion. I don’t trust him for two reasons: one, he is American, and two--
--he is Romanian?
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ext - city café - SIX MONTHS LATER
IRINIA and VINCENT are having lunch at an outdoor cafe. Both are more relaxed, and seem comfortable with each other.
I can’t believe that 6 months have passed already. I must have seen all of Bucharest by now.
She smiles, Vincent motions to the waiter.
Have you ever been to a Romanian wedding?
When I was a kid, sure. I used to go to church, too, but I remember the funerals most of all. I used to like the bread and wine--but when I had to make the parastas for my folks, well, I couldn’t swallow a thing.
She is moved, touches his arm, consolingly.
Perhaps you should light a candle--
you know, light a candle in memory of them. I mean, especially since you’re here now.
You mean go to church? Oh, I don’t know. I get lost during the service--when to stand, when to sit, when to kneel.
It’s all right, we’ll go together and just watch the baba in front of us. We’ll do as she does.
That reminds me of a joke--
The one with the little gypsy boy?
...and the finger?
Yes!
They both laugh.
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int - church day
VINCENT and IRINA are attending a wedding. Full Orthodox display of ritual ceremony; bride and groom are wearing gold crowns, their hands are tied together with a white silk cloth, very ornate.
Tying them up seems a little extreme, don’t you think?
(Smiling and bending her head down)
That symbolizes unity as man and wife.
Here we go with the wine again, no wonder they seem so happy.
Irina laughs softly.
That symbolizes the wedding in Canaan--
I didn’t think you were such a follower.
She seems slightly offended.
It’s true, they, that is--
--the Party?
(nervous)
Shh!
Sorry. oh, look--here’s where they dance around the table.
(smiling in spite of herself)
They’re not dancing. Not yet.
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int - wedding hall night - LATER
Huge CROWD, wild Romanian music, people dancing, eating, toasting. Traditional vignettes of colorful customs. Vincent and Irina are doing shots of tuica, traditional plumb whiskey. They are enjoying the atmosphere. He is a little drunk, and imitates the chanting and toasting heard above the noise.
Traiasca!!
You’ve had too much to drink--this is the first time I’ve heard you speak Romanian since I met you.
He looks at her intently, smiling, leaning in closer, and slipping his arm around her shoulders.
I would like to ask you to dance, but I don’t know how to dance this crazy stuff.
Vincent and Irina are spinning madly, laughing as they dance. Vincent is overcome, and they make their way to the table.
I think we need to take you home.
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int - corridor irina’s apartment
VINCENT is propped against the doorjamb. Irina unlocks the door.
I’m going to make you some coffee.
That stuff that tastes like mud?
Irina opens the door.
int - irina’s apartment
It is small but cozy. Irina lights an oil lamp. He watches curiously.
Haven’t you got electricity here?
They shut it off at 9:00 o’clock.
That’s odd--they don’t shut mine off.
Irina prepares the coffee. She lights a small stove with kindling, and sets the pot on the burner.
She pours the hot water into the cups. They are seated at a small table in the kitchen, and drink.
This is easier to drink in the dark, that’s for sure.
They sip their coffee in awkward silence. Vincent reaches his hand across the table and lightly touches hand. She waits a moment, then pulls her hand away and continues sipping.
(modest)
If you can manage to finish your coffee, I’ll read your cup for you.
Vincent sips his coffee briskly, and wipes his lips. He extends the cup to Irina.
She overturns the cup on the saucer, and does the same with hers.
You know how to do that?
I know how to do many things. Let me have a look.
She carefully turns the cup right-side up and studies the inside. We don’t see what she sees yet.
Well?
I see...a woman--she looks at you with longing. And a man, an enemy who watches from a distance.
That could be anyone, anytime, anywhere!
...and an old man, with a cane, yes; he has a mustache.
Vincent is intrigued.
My father used a cane after his leg operation. He had a mustache...wow, this is weird.
I see a child--wait, no two, back to back; this is odd; they face in opposite directions. (We see a close up of this image, etched in coffee grounds). Oh, and you will take a journey.
Of course I will. Now, let’s see your cup.
Irina hesitates.
Mine is not interesting. Actually, I turn it over only out of habit. You see, those who read cannot read their own fortunes.
He tries to take the cup, but it slips and crashes to the floor, shattering into pieces.
Oh my God, Irina, I’m sorry--it’s my fault.
Not to worry, it’s just a cup.
They both reach for the pieces and nearly collide. Their faces are close; they sense each other in the darkness. He kisses her gently; she rubs her lips against his. Extreme close up of the shattered pieces, one bearing the same image as the other cup of the two children back to back.
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irina’s bedroom
Vincent and Irina make love.
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int - examination room – Three months later.
Bela Udvari has just finished examining Irina.
You’re pregnant. There is no doubt.
(worried)
Perhaps there is a way--
Come, my dear, you must be registered like the rest. You know the consequences of an abortion? As much for you as for me. Does he know—-the father--have you told him?
Mihai Cicala KNOCKS and enters.
Is it true?
Irina glances at Bela.
Yes.
Leave us, Dr. Udvari.
Irina appears embarrassed.
If the father had been anyone else, I would have allowed you to have an abortion. You’ve been a loyal member of the Party--but now your duty has increased ten-fold. With his child in your belly, it is guaranteed that he will cooperate. As his wife, you will have complete control; he will not betray us.
But what if he doesn’t want to marry me?
You will make him understand it is his responsibility.
But he is American, and Americans have no sense of honor, of shame...
Believe me, Irina, he will not desert you. He will understand what becomes of women in your position.
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int - irina’s apartment
The refrigerator is well stocked. There are flowers on the table, a basket with cheese and salami alongside. Suddenly KNOCKING at the door.
Vincent smiles as Irina opens the door.
I called your apartment all afternoon--I was worried. Is everything okay?
He tries to kiss her, but she hesitates.
What’s wrong?
Nothing. It’s nothing. Come and let me fix you something to eat.
Vincent looks about, notices the food. He is intrigued.
What’s all this? What’s that--Nescafe? did-- you get a promotion or something?
She is nervous.
Mihai--Mihai Cicala sent this.
Is that right? How generous for a guy who shuts off your electricity at 9:00.
(offended)
If you are trying to insult me, you’ve succeeded.
Insult--? Look, I’m just a stupid American, but I thought--
(angry)
What? That you could get me into bed and right away I’m yours?
Forget it.
He turns to leave, then stops and faces her.
You know, since we’ve been seeing each other--
Seeing each other?
(determined)
Yeah, that’s right. Since we’ve been seeing each other we haven’t been able to scare up a pork chop between us. Rations here, rations there, and now there’s more goddamned food than I’ve seen in one place since I’ve been here.
You don’t understand. He did it out of kindness, out of concern for me, for my condition...
Vincent is confused, but attentive.
What is it?
I had to go to the doctor today. It is required of all women to report once a month...I did not believe it when he told me.
For Christ’s sake what’s wrong?
I’m pregnant, Vincent. I’m carrying your child.
(surprised)
Are you--sure?
(hurt)
Am I sure I’m pregnant, or am I sure it’s your child?
Vincent sits down at the table, edgy.
There’s been no one but you. I didn’t know what else to do, where else to turn.
He rises and moves toward her, but she leans away.
I guess I don’t blame you, but you should have come to me, not gone to Mihai. Oh, wait a minute--so he knows. Great! Well, it doesn’t matter. I’ll take care of it, whatever it costs.
Irina slams her fist on the table.
You’ll take care of it? Do you realize where you are? Abortions are illegal in Romania, under severe penalty. My pregnancy has already been registered. This baby will come, Vincent, and there is nothing you can do. I’m not some American tramp--
(angry)
Is that what you think?
She rushes out of the room, sick to her stomach. Vincent pours a glass of tuica, collects himself, and then goes after her.
Irina is leaning over the sink in the bathroom, throwing up. Vincent touches her arm, she recoils.
Just go.
I’m not going anywhere. I...I really love you, Irina, I do. But I won’t lie to you and tell you it doesn’t complicate things. I won’t lie to you anymore...I gotta tell you something...
int - goverment office
Mihai Cicala is listening to a playback of Vincent confessing to Irina about his undercover role.
(to himself, chuckling)
Stupid American! And caught by an electronic bugging device you yourself designed for us!
int/ext - guest room machiaj institute.
VERONICA is sitting by the window, then rises and walks about the room, agitated, touching the walls, feeling everything as though hoping to find something. She ends up back at the window, unfastens it, and the rush of cold air makes her gasp. Julia enters.
(startled)
Veronica! What are you doing out of bed? You’ll catch your death!
Why, you’re as cold as ice.
Veronica trains her eyes on Julia.
I need to leave this place.
(guarded)
Don’t be silly. You’re in no condition to go anywhere.
You can’t help me. Let me go.
And where would you go, Veronica?
Julia continues to make a cursory exam, checking her pulse, and writing some notes in between.
It doesn’t matter. Just let me go.
Well, I can’t do that, Veronica. You could--
--Die? Please. You see what I’m capable of; I don’t want to hurt anyone.
JULIA
I know. But until we ca figure out what’s causing these "episodes", it would be dangerous and foolish to release you. Trust me, Veronica, Dr. Binzer and I are working together to figure it out.
Veronica looks away, embarrassed, confused. Julia observes.
You want me to trust you, and yet you will not give me the same courtesy. You are a doctor all right. You invade people’s minds and bodies, you use them for your own purpose; you exploit them and call it research or, worse yet, you make them believe you can heal them.
Julia is stunned. She is visibly unbalanced by Veronica’s pointed remarks.
You’ve had some bad experiences with doctors, then? Is this why you are so contemptuous of me? You appear at my doorstep out of nowhere with strange symptoms and have the nerve to reproach me? You have put me at risk, to say nothing of my other patients or Dr.Binzer coming all the way from England; how dare you?
Veronica drops her head.
Julia turns her back on Veronica and tries to regain her professional composure. After a few moments, she turns and walks over to Veronica.
Look, I’m sure you’ve been through some difficult times, but I can’t help you if you don’t talk to me. You’re very intelligent, and gifted-—you must know this. And you must also know that your medical condition defies traditional science. Perhaps we got off to a poor start, but frankly, Veronica—if that’s your real name—you haven’t given me—us—much to work with.
I’m sorry, Dr. Machiaj. But I can’t explain this to you. All I know is that I need to go. Now, before it’s too late.
I can’t help you unless you tell me the truth. Who are these doctors who have made such a bad impression on you?
Veronica sighs, fidgets nervously.
I was raised by a man-—a scientist. I was his "experiment." I can’t remember how or why, but he had a big house—-like this one. But no one ever came there. No guests. No other people. Just the man.
Do you remember his name?
Bela. Bela Udvari. He wanted me to think he was my father, but I knew he wasn’t.
Did he-—hurt you? Did he abuse you?
No. He was actually very kind, I suppose. He brought me books, and played chess with me.
You said you knew he wasn’t your father. Do you know who your father is?
Veronica reaches down and removes her shoe. She takes a folded piece of cloth from inside it, and hands it to Julia. It is an impression of Vincent Vestegean.
This is my father.
int - park 6 months later
Vincent is meeting his Contact Agent. There are people all around, much activity. Vincent is agitated.
What do you mean I can’t bring her with me?
It’s not that simple. She’s high profile. They’ll never give her a visa.
And what am I supposed to do now?
Get on a plane. You don’t have to stay here--you’re an American citizen, remember?
Fuck you. I’ll bring this whole thing down.
No you won’t. One wrong move and I’ll kill you myself. On the other hand, if you turn on Cicala now, he’ll kill both her and the kid.
(desperate)
But she’s my wife, do you understand? And that kid--that’s my kid, get it?
Look, be smart. Fly back to Washington, let them debrief you, and work it out. You’re in a very unique position, and with the Summit right around the corner, we can’t afford to make a lot of noise. Go home, I’ll look after your wife, and in a week you’ll be back with a plan. Trust me.
int - first class jet taking off
Vincent is anguished, staring out the window.
int - hospital emergency room
Irina is being rushed in on a gurney.
Contact her husband. We have to do an emergency Caesarean.
She said he left for America on business this morning.
Get her ready.
int - operating room
Bela and a small SURGICAL TEAM are doing a C-section. There is tension in the room.
What in the world--?!
Blood pressure is dropping!
She’s carrying twins—how did we miss this? Suction!
(maneuvering)
Doctor--
(intrigued)
I see it, I see it--but wait--they’re--
Oh my God! Siamese! They’re connected?
Pressure still dropping!
Clamp the cord! Look! Look here, they’re connected here at the base of the skulls. We’ll take them together on my count--
The twins are removed amidst much frenzy.
int - first class jet landing
Vincent stares out the window.
int - operating room
The TWINS are lying on a table. One is squirming, crying, the other is still.
Goddamn it! One is dead-—a stillborn. What a magnificent specimen, too--look! No deformity, each one pristine.
How is the mother?
Stable.
Sew her up. Nurse--scalpel!
Doctor?
I must separate them; I cannot risk losing the live twin. Look, she’s cyanotic already.
Get an incubator ready! We’ll need a complete blood workup.
Scalpel, doctor.
Seems fairly discrete; a bundle of tissue--vascular, no doubt--are you getting this on tape?
The twin specimens are of the same approximate size and weight--each fairly well developed at near term; one is alive, vitals are normal, color slightly cyanotic, the other, stillborn, cyanotic. They are joined at the base of the skulls by a strand of tissue approximately 1 centimeter in diameter by 10 centimeters in length. I will make a clean incision sufficient to separate them--
Extreme close up of scalpel blade cutting into the tissue followed by a spray of sparks, and the scalpel hurling out of Bela’s hands.
SOUND of one baby CRYING out, then close up of both babies CRYING.
SOUND of FIZZING, great calamity in the room.
What is this?
Close up of two babies squirming with life, and a white, sparkling mist surround them.
Give me some bandages--clamp off this tissue bundle, and keep the mother sedated!
Close up of gauze being pressed against the fresh incision on each twin. Close up of a drop of blood oozing from the chest of Veronica.
Nothing leaves this room without my permission! Save everything!
Extreme close up of both babies. Close up of bloody gauze dropped into a plastic bag.
int - dr. julia machiaj’s office
JULIA is sleeping on the leather couch, clutching a file folder at her chest.
Dream sequence of Julia peeling back a swatch of gauze from Veronica’s stigmata. Just as she is about to view the image, the SOUND of the DOOR rousts her from her sleep.
LYDIA enters.
Dr. Binzer is looking for you.
Julia immediately begins primping self-consciously.
Where is he?
In the kitchen.
Give me a moment.
Lydia hesitates a moment, and studies Julia.
Are you ever going to tell him?
Julia does not look at her.
Please, Lydia, don’t start.
Lydia exits. Julia walks over to the desk, removes the mirror from the drawer, and surveys her face. She touches her cheeks, begins rubbing the makeup from her lips and eyelids. Over the shoulder close up shot of her reflection, decidedly plain. The mirror shakes in her hand.
Int - kitchen
BINZER spreads the swatches on the table as he sips coffee.
hallway outside the library
Julia is passing by the closed doors and hears the SOUND of a PIANO being played beautifully. She opens the door and peeks inside. Veronica is seated at the piano, playing a tender classical piece.
(shocked)
Where did you learn to play that piece?
Veronica’s hands recoil in her lap.
No, no! Don’t stop. What are you playing--it’s lovely--I know that piece. My--a former patient of mine used to play that; actually he composed it.
Veronica drops her head and is silent.
How could you know it?
Many people play the piano.
True. But where did you learn that particular piece?
I heard it. That’s all.
The man who wrote that never performed it anywhere.
Perhaps it just sounds like the same piece.
Coincidence?
I must have heard it then, in my head.
You mean you hear music inside your head?
You mean you don’t?
Veronica, what else do you hear inside your head?
It depends. Most times, the usual things—sounds, people.
Do you mean like "voices"?
It’s…like I can hear them talking, but not to me. I…overhear people saying things. Sometimes I feel them, you know? I can feel what they are doing.
Can they hear you?
No.
This song you played for me just now; can you play it again?
I--
Please, Veronica, it’s important.
But I--
Please. Won’t you play it for me?
Veronica begins playing the melody and HEARS Phillip’s violin playing the same, simultaneously. Julia sits down next to her on the bench, and leans very close to her ear.
(softly)
What are you feeling right now? Where are you in your mind?
Se gandeste la ea…
English, please, Veronica. Tell me so that I can understand you. I want to understand you. I need to understand you.
(anguished)
Something moves through me, like wind through a gauze curtain. I breathe it deep inside, but it suffocates me too. it presses from all around, like one thousand points of sound...I try to contain it, to hold it still, but I cannot, and it never stops. I touch the keys and make the sound, but the music comes from in my brain. How can you understand? You are not part of it as I am; you are not part of anything; that’s why you are whole.
Suddenly Veronica’s hands halt in midair above the keys. Julia grasps them, and feels a SHOCK. Close up of FOAMING seltzer on her fingers. A MIST RISES subtly. Veronica slowly reaches inside her blouse and removes a swatch of cloth. She turns it over and hands it to Julia, who gasps when she realizes who it is. It is her son, Phillip.
I don’t understand. Who are you? How do you know him?
Time is running out, Dr. Machiaj. My soul is drying up...you must let me go.
kitchen
Peter is making notes of his swatches. Julia enters briskly.
How is she?
Have you made any progress with these?
Possibly.
Well, I have something to tell you.
She places the swatch on the table.
What does it mean?
It’s Phillip Capalia.
Really...you’re sure?
Believe me, I’d know him anywhere.
But why Phillip?
I don’t know. That’s what concerns me-- why Phillip?
Why anyone, at all?
You don’t understand.
Julia is visibly shaken, distressed.
What is it, Julia?
He slowly takes her in his arms, consolingly.
Phillip...Phillip is my son.
ext - terrace night
Peter is sitting on the balustrade, sipping brandy, smoking his pipe. Julia is leaning against the open French door.
Why didn’t you ever tell me?
Another time, Peter, it’s complicated.
PETER
(awkwardly)
Does Phillip know his father?
We’ll discuss it some other time. Right now Veronica is in trouble. Phillip may be in trouble too. She told me time is running out.
Good Heavens, Julia, maybe we should call someone else in.
There’s no time for that now. You said you might have an idea?
Well, I’ve managed to group the swatches into categories--architecture being one. And then people; there’s Phillip, of course, and a woman--older, I think--maybe her mother?
She doesn’t know her mother, at least that’s what she says.
The problem is that I can’t distinguish the detail all that well. If we could get a more trained eye.
Wait! One of my patients is an artist. Maybe he could do a rendering. I mean that’s what this whole gifted business is about, right? Seeing what we can’t see?
It’s worth a shot.
They gather the swatches. Peter pauses, looks hard at Julia, leans over and kisses her. She responds.
Don’t worry. We’ll figure it out.
She plays the piano.
What’s that?
I mean she plays the piano like a virtuoso…she’s (beat) she’s really rather gifted.
int - studio
ANTONIO is smoking a cigarette and painting furiously.
I’d like you to meet Dr. Binzer--a colleague of mine.
They nod, and shake hands.
We’re working on a case together, and we need your help.
Several hours later
Antonio is working, while Peter and Julia are arranging the swatches on the table. They look tired.
This looks like a self-portrait.
There is a resemblance, but I don’t think that given her psychological background she would hazard a self-portrait. Too confrontational.
Yes, but if she is a multiple personality, it would make sense.
Yes, but if she is gifted--
(Interrupting them)
I know this building. It is a church. I studied it at university.
Peter and Julia rise quickly and review the drawing.
Look at the crooked windows here.
They are the signature for this church--Curtea de Arges. It has a legend about a stonemason called Manole. The story is that every day he would build the wall, and the next morning the wall would be in ruins. He has a dream that the next day the first person he sees he must sacrifice--you know--bury them inside the wall, alive. It is the supreme artistic sacrifice. So the next day he warns his wife not to come to the site, but she does anyway. So he seals her up in the wall, and it stands to this day.
Peter and Julia exchange glances.
So someone who knows this church would probably have seen it?
Oh, sure. It’s not, how you say, common, but important, you know, architecturally, culturally.
Where...is this church?
Arges. Romania.
Peter returns to the swatches.
Look here!
What is it?
A puzzle, I think.
They begin manipulating the pieces, almost frantically. They match two swatches that fit together on a torn edge. It is the impression of two infants, back to back like the ones in Vincent’s coffee cup.
Oh my God--two, exactly the same. And we missed it.
Well, I’ll be!
Twins?
Looks like it. What do you think, Antonio?
It is the same face. Different profile, but the same. This is the same person.
EXT - bucharest day
CAPTAIN PICARIU is standing smartly on the street corner across from the securitate headquarters. He lights a Kent cigarette and surveys the people with intimidating stares. He looks over to the park, then back at the headquarters, crushes his cigarette, and heads off towards the park.
cizmigiu park
Every third man in this country is an informer, Captain. How is it that you
failed to turn up anything on the Istova woman?
(undaunted)
More like one in two men, actually. But then you have women here and there who have bits and pieces of critical information. They require a more, um, patient approach. Tedius, yes, but necessary.
No one is immune from Ceausescu, not even you. Elena has agitated him over your lack of progress. She has given an ultimatum.
Really?
She’ll bring in a more competent man if you cannot deliver the Veronica Istova.
(flipping his gloves drearily)
Oh, and I had so hoped not to have to sleep with that old crow again so soon after her last anxiety fit. It seems my work is never done.
One day she may take your head off like a spider before you have the chance to grunt. Just find that woman.
(twitching)
As it happens I am calling on Irina Vestegean this very afternoon. One of my men will be taking her husband in for questioning--routine, you know. Udvari is convinced that the Istova woman will ultimately seek out her twin--imagine! And so, it is a matter of timing, that is all.
street
A black sedan is parked outside of Irina’s building. She approaches, not noticing the car, or Picariu inside. Her graying hair and concerned expression reveal the strain of the situation.
int - corridor irina’s apartment
IRINA’S APARTMENT
Irina opens the door, enters. She tosses her purse, and leaves her shoes in her wake as she walks to the bedroom. She makes a brisk check of the apartment, looking in lampshades, checking for the slightest disorder as though suspicious that she is being watched. She sits on the bed, and slips off her stockings.
INt - corridor irina’s apartment
CAPTAIN PICARIU is standing almost pressed against the door, smelling the space as though tracking his prey.
int - bedroom
IRINA puts on a robe, and hears the SOUND of the door.
Emilia? Is that you?
Irina she comes down the hallway, and is startled to see Captain Picariu standing in the middle of the room.
(strolling toward her, taking up her hand and kissing it strangely)
Forgive me for startling you, tovarasa Irina, but the door...well, it seems you left it opened. I happened to be in the neighborhood, and it’s a good thing I was. You mustn’t leave your door open, you know. The wrong dog might come home--no?
She shrinks back and clutches the robe closer to her chest.
I expect my husband any moment, Captain. He...
...He...will be late.
What do you mean? What have you done to him?
(smiling treacherously)
A simple security matter, tovarasa Irina, nothing to worry about--trust me. But I do have something I wish to discuss with you, so it’s convenient that we are alone.
You must talk quickly, Captain. I don’t want my daughter to find you here.
Emilia?
Of course, Emilia. You know perfectly well.
Captain Picariu walks over to the telephone and examines the receiver.
Is this a security check? Well don’t bother, Captain. The microphone is still there.
(bursting out laughing)
Ah, Irina, still the outspoken one. Don’t flatter yourself. We have more important people to spy on than you. Still, one can’t be too careful. your husband, after all is still regarded as a defector in his country. He is married to a woman of some position in the Party. And you have a very talented daughter who could easily be lured away from her motherland.
We appreciate your concern for our safety, Captain, but like you. I think the Americans have more important things to do than worry about one man’s defection over twenty years ago. It’s forgotten by now, I am sure.
True, they are not as passionate as we are. But your husband knows a lot of sensitive secrets.
Don’t be absurd, Captain. He knows what he knows because he is one of us. He would never betray the Party--I have seen to that the better part of my life.
So you have. And you have done a splendid job. There are not many women who could make a marriage last under such deceptive conditions. Imagine how your husband would feel if he learns that your marriage is nothing more than a mere assignment.
I followed my orders, yet you investigate me.
Oh, dear woman, no one is investigating you.
Then what do you want? Why have you taken Vincent?
Captain Picariu walks slowly toward Irina, and gently caresses her hair, then suddenly grabs a fistful and pulls her to him.
Has anyone contacted you recently?
(extreme close-up)
No.
We have reports that a young woman may have tried to contact you.
Reports? Who is this woman?
---I expect you will be the one to tell us that.
(suddenly released, and standing defiantly)
Why would this young woman try to contact me?
She is very disturbed.
What has she done?
That doesn’t concern you.
The door OPENS and EMILIA bursts in.
(speaking without looking up and noticing the scene)
Oh, Mama, the doctor was an absolute bear today. He ran so many tests--and then we lost another dancer--did you hear? They say he has declared political asylum in Germany, imagine! First that strange thing with the dancer who left Timisoara with false papers, and then Vasile running out on us. They’re all afraid who will be next, and they’re even talking about canceling the next tour. Everybody is so nervous—
Emilia is startled when suddenly realizes Picariu is in the room.
Oh, forgive me, I didn’t know you had company. (suspiciously) Is anything wrong?
No, darling, the Captain just needed to ask me something about a case he investigating.
(appraising Emilia with a lewd smile)
Your mother was just about to pour me a glass of tuica. Come. Join us. Tell me more about these exciting events.
I don’t drink.
Irina moves over beside her daughter and circles her arm around her shoulders. She smoothes back Emilia’s wet curls.
You must excuse my daughter. She has to refresh herself--rehearsals, you know. At least let her change her clothes.
In a moment.
She mustn’t become ill, Captain.
Why, she’s hardly broken a sweat. She looks---quite relaxed. In fact, I have seen her dance. She does it effortlessly.
Come along darling, I’ll help you, while the Captain has his drink.
CAPTAIN PICARIU
int - bathroom
Emilia studies her mother. Irina’s hands are shaking as she grabs some clothes off the hook on the back of the door.
(curious)
What is it Mama, I’ve never seen you like this.
Not now, we’ll talk later. Hurry, put your father’s sweatshirt on, and wash your face--for God’s sake don’t rouge your lips, that man is an animal, I see how he is looking at you.
Emilia puts on the sweatshirt, which is huge.
(laughing)
I look like a clown!
Better a clown than a virgin.
What does Picariu want? Is it about Vasile? He was there, what could he want to talk about here?
He’s looking for a young woman.
(rolling her eyes)
He’s always looking for a young woman. You should have seen him in Germany--
(flustered)
Enough, Emilia. Oh, God! Where is your father when I need him!
irina’s apartment
Captain Picariu is sipping a glass of tuica as Irina returns with Emilia trailing behind.
Well, well, how sports-like you look--I hardly recognize you. Now tell me, young lady, have you made any new friends lately?
I barely see my old friends as it is.
We have reason to believe that a young woman might have tried contacting you or your mother, recently. She might have come to the theatre, or rehearsals, perhaps?
Rehearsals are closed to spectators, Captain, as you know, and since the Germany tour we have been encouraged to spend our free time at home--surely you know this too.
You have Vasile to thank for that. But you had nothing to do with any of that.
My daughter is not involved with dissidents. She is an artist.
But she does talk to strangers,(turning to face Emilia)--don’t you?
Emilia suddenly seizes her head in pain. Irina responds.
Emilia--what is it? Is it happening again? Come, let me rub your head.
Irina helps Emilia lie down on the couch, with her head in her mother’s lap. Irina glares at the Captain.
She is not well, as you can see. You have upset her with your questions.
Captain Picariu walks toward them, towering over the two.
Did your mother not teach you never to talk to strangers?
Irina looks at her daughter curiously.
What does he mean?
You must be talking about Phillip. He was giving a concert that same evening with the symphony. He is a violinist.
I was lenient with you in Germany, tovarasa Emilia, but only out of respect for your mother. You are also the jewel of the Cimprian Porumbescu Ballet, still, you clearly broke the rules by having dinner with a stranger--without a chaperone.
And where were you, dear Captain?
(Squinting hard at Emilia, then turning to Irina)
I assure you this will not happen again. As for you, Tovarasa Irina, you will let me know if anyone tries to contact you or your lovely daughter.
He stops at the door, and turns.
It’s a pity that you didn’t have more children.
Captain Picariu exits.
Emilia stares up at her mother.
Was it so wrong to talk to Phillip? He was so handsome and kind.
You are fortunate that you are gifted, my darling. Life will be different for you. You will travel--with a chaperone, of course--but you will have advantages. Still, you must not let every handsome stranger turn your head.
I would never leave you and Father; I know what would happen to you if I left Romania.
Irina is moved, but tries to conceal her emotion.
Go have your bath, then, and don’t worry about the Captain.
Emilia rises and heads down the hall, stops and turns.
What do you suppose she’s done?
Who?
The young woman Picariu is looking for?
I don’t know. But I hope he never finds her.
INt - bathroom
Emilia is soaking in hot steamy water.
int/ext - close up dressing room door
Phillip is KNOCKING, when the door suddenly opens. A few DANCERS crowd the door, chattering like birds.
May I congratulate you ladies, on a splendid performance.
The women chatter in Romanian, and one of them calls to Emilia.
Oh, I’m sorry--you don’t understand English? Does any one in there speak English?
Her colleagues pull Emilia to the door.
I do. I speak.
Phillip smiles.
It’s you--the girl from the poster outside the theatre. My name is Phillip Capalia.
Emilia Vestegean.
May I take you to dinner?
(blushing)
I’m sorry. It’s not possible. We must return
directly to our hotel.
Then a drink, please. I adored your performance--I’d like to know more about you, I mean your work, well, and you, too.
A small sneaky-looking man lingers.
I’m sorry, I cannot.
(noticing the man)
Is this your director?
Oh, no. He is one of the, um, chaperones?
Introduce me to your director. I know how to handle them.
Are you an actor?
Violinist. I gave a concert this evening.
Captain Picariu approaches.
(under his breath)
Now this looks like a director.
Phillip turns to address the Captain.
May I compliment you on a wonderful performance, sir? Phillip Capalia.
Liviu Picariu at your service.
He turns to address Emilia and kisses her hand.
You were marvelous, as always, my dear. I suppose this handsome gentleman has already told you so?
I invited her to dinner, but she has refused me.
Our dancers are very special to us, Mr. Capalia. We have strict rules when we tour.
I understand, but I must hear more about Miss Vestegean’s work, and I am leaving in the morning.
It is simply not possible.
We would be delighted if you would join us.
Captain Picariu is piqued.
Well, there is a dining room at the hotel. If they are still open I might make an exception.
int - hotel dining room.
Phillip, Captain Picariu, and Emilia enter.
int - guest room machiaj institute.
Veronica is standing in the middle of the room. She is calm and focused. Deliberately, she balances like a ballerina, and moves through simple but controlled positions. She is mimicking her sister, Emilia, who trains in the same way.
(the sound of music in the background)
(in Romanian) From the beginning. Watch your tempo!
Veronica counts under her breath. She executes a few pirouettes.
int - rehearsal studio
Emilia is doing the same routine as Veronica.
ext - garden machiaj institute day
Veronica is watching a bird on a branch.
ext - street
Emilia is on her way home and turns to listen to a bird chirping on a branch.
int - hotel dining room.
Phillip and Emilia are dancing when she is suddenly seized by a pain in her head.
int - dr. julia machiaj’s office night
Veronica is lying on the couch and Julia is sitting in a chair, taking notes. Veronica is under hypnosis.
How are you feeling now?
Better.
Where are you?
A hallway.
Have you been there before?
No.
Are you comfortable?
Nervous.
Why?
There is a man, an awful man. He wants to hurt her.
Who? Who does he want to hurt?
Me. He wants to hurt me.
int - hotel lobby night
Phillip and Emilia are leaving the dining room when they run into an older couple. They are old friend’s of Julia’s, visiting Germany from Austria.
Phillip! Is that you?
Phillip turns and recognizes the couple immediately. He heads in their direction, bringing Emilia by the hand.
Herr Smetana--Fraulein, what a pleasant surprise.
We heard you play this evening. Didn’t you hear us applauding?
May I present Miss Vestegean--Mr. and Mrs. Smetana.
It’s you. How are you, my dear?
They mistake Emilia for Veronica.
Have we met?
We saw you perform last month in Vienna.
But I--
Poor thing--she was overcome with exhaustion. It’s a good thing we went backstage, (whispering to Phillip) something about illegal papers—you know how it goes with those communist countries). But you look radiant now. Phillip’s mother is quite a talented doctor. We knew she would look after her.
Phillip looks curiously at Emilia, who shrugs as though she doesn’t know what they are talking about.
You must excuse us, she’s very tired and I promised to return her to her room.
Give our regards to your mother.
I will--I’m catching the morning train for home.
A pleasure to see you again, my dear.
Good bye.
int - corridor
Phillip and Emilia are walking toward the room.
So what happened in Austria?
I think they must have me confused with someone else. We didn’t tour last month.
How odd. My mother lives in Austria you know.
They reach her room. The door opens, closes for a moment, the opens again. Four dancers emerge and file into another room across the hall. Emilia is embarrassed.
(laughing quietly)
Seems your friends want you to invite me inside.
Captain Picariu wouldn’t approve.
Captain Picariu is occupied. I, um, introduced him to a worthy companion downstairs so we could be alone.
(blushing)
I’d better not--it’s late.
The door across the hall opens slightly, and the SOUND of whispers is heard, then the door closes.
Phillip moves a little closer to Emilia.
You don’t want to disappoint your friends, now, do you? I’ll only stay a moment--
Emilia open the door, and they step inside.
Thank you for a lovely evening, Phillip.
---Shhh
He motions that someone is at the door. He opens it quickly and Emilia’s friends scatter. They laugh, and he closes the door.
When can I see you again?
I don’t know. Our touring is sure to be affected by the loss of a dancer.
Loss?
Seems he ran.
Ran? From what, from whom?
From Romania. People escape every chance they get because the government is so strict.
That explains your Captain Picariu.
You should go--
I will see you again, Emilia Prahova-Vestegean.
He takes up her hand and kisses it. She is affected.
Perhaps you’ll give a concert in Romania sometime.
He draws her hand to his chest and leans in to kiss her. She draws back, then towards him. They kiss.
int - Interrogation room securitate headquarters
Vincent is sitting in a chair at a table. He is unshaven, agitated. Captain Picariu faces him, and offers him a Kent cigarette.
What the hell is going on? Why am I being detained?
I took the liberty of informing your lovely wife that you would be late. It was nice to see her again, just like old times, eh?
You went to my home?
(leaning forward and lowering his voice)
Do you know something? I could have you cut up into little pieces and ground into sausage...and I could carry you under my arm to your apartment...and I could make love to your wife while you fried in the pan.
Vincent slams the table with his fists.
You think you are such a clever man, Vestegean, but I think you are a very stupid man. Did you really think that you have fooled us all these years?
I don’t know what you’re talking about.
You annoy me Vincent. You have annoyed me since first we met. Oh, I was amused, of course, but your little game became boring. We only allowed you to remain because you were useful.
What do you want from me?
I want you to kill Elena Ceausescu.
Fuck you.
I will fuck your wife and your daughter and then I will eat you out of the frying pan.
Vincent lunges across the table and in an instant Captain Picariu a razor knife against his throat.
You can buy some wisdom with two or three liters of blood, if you like.
Vincent releases the Captain, and sits down. Picariu puts a cigarette to Vincent’s lips.
Our illustrious president has become very unstable these past few years. Elena influences him--you know how demanding a wife can be, eh? She controls him with her selfish desires. The country is growing restless. So, you will kill her. You are the perfect choice.
I’m not an assassin.
You’re not a defector, either. We know you are working for the CIA. We have known it from the first day. Who do you think assigned Irina to you? Did you think she actually loved you? Fool.
Get someone else.
Elena is a bitch, you’ve met her. You would be doing everyone a favor, most importantly, yourself.
You’re out of your mind. I kill her, and you take me out--no fucking way.
You’re daughter has grown into a fine young woman.
You son of a bitch--don’t touch her! See this? (he pulls open his collar)This is a wire. My people are listening right now. They’ll have my wife and daughter out of Romania before you can unzip your pants. And I don’t give a damn what you do to me--in fact go ahead and fucking eat me because I guarantee I’ll stick in your throat until you choke, you son of a bitch.
Captain Picariu laughs and applauds.
Bravo, Vincent! But there’s something you need to know before you martyr yourself. There’s someone else more dear to you than you know.
Fuck you. There’s no one.
You have another daughter.
You’re out of your mind.
Emilia is a twin--a Siamese twin, to be precise.
I don’t believe you.
You left Romania for Washington when Irina went into labor.
Vincent is aroused
The girls were joined at the base of the skull; a most unusual situation. Emilia’s sister was stillborn--a freak; but she "came to life" when Udvari separated them. Why do you think Emilia has had constant medical attention her whole life? She was being studied, monitored. Both girls were part of a secret project that Elena Ceausescu wants very much to take credit for.
Where is she?
Ah, where indeed.
I’m not stupid--
Oh, but you are.
I still don’t believe you.
Captain Picariu tosses some photographs on the table. Close up of two newborns joined at the base of the skull, assorted shots of both girls at various ages. Vincent is overwhelmed. One photograph shows Veronica at the Curtea De Arges Monastery, indicated by a note on the back. Another picture shows Vincent, Irina, and Emilia at the same monastery. The back of this photograph identifies the church with the slanted windows.
Why...why would you do this?
Elena saw an opportunity to take the Nobel Prize, so she allowed Udvari to oversee the research. He has monitored both girls since their birth, and now the study is complete.
Vincent overturns the table in a sudden outburst.
Your rage is appropriate. You seem as though you could actually...kill someone.
I’ll kill you.
No. You’ll kill Elena. Safe passage for you, and your wife and daughters when the job is finished. You have my word.
Vincent picks up the photographs, and Picariu snatches them from his hand, then leaves the room. One photo remains. It matches one of the swatches of Arges. Vincent takes it and puts it in his breast pocket.
int - dr. julia machiaj’s office
Veronica is still under hypnosis. Lydia buzzes and announces Binzer on the phone.
Julia takes the call. Meanwhile close-up of Veronica’s skin BEADING up.
Are you sure?
ext - machiaj institute day
Phillip arrives and lets himself in. He sees Lydia. They embrace.
Phillip! It’s good to see you. I’ll tell your mother your here.
No--I want to surprise her.
int - cafe romania
Bela Udvari enters, surveys the room, and heads for a table with a MAN sitting alone.
What’s so urgent that you had to see me right now?
(he pours himself a drink and then one for Bela)
A demonstration is being planned in Timisoara tomorrow by some of our Hungarian dissidents. Father Tokes will be there too. We must have your support.
Are you mad? I am on the brink of completing my life’s work and you want me to risk everything?
Where are your loyalties, brother?
They will slaughter you like sheep. Count me out.
Suit yourself. (Raising his glass) At least toast our cause.
They clink glasses and drink. At once Bela realizes he has been poisoned. He froths at the mouth. The man gets up and leaves. Bela’s head falls to the table.
int - cicala’s office
Captain Picariu enters. Cicala is standing at the window.
Will he do it?
He will.
He believes she is his daughter?
He does.
Excellent. We haven’t much time. The whole country is agitated. They want a head--it might as well be Elena’s. And the good Doctor?
Dead.
Is there any news on the Istova woman?
Emilia has herself an admirer--a musician. They met in Germany.
Yes, yes, I read the report. Actually he’s quite good, this---
Capalia.
I heard him once in Paris. So?
We found out his mother operates a private clinic for artists just outside Badgastein.
What does this have to do with the Istova woman?
I’m not sure yet, but the ensemble from Timisoara performed there last month. You’ll recall we lost a dancer—Petrica Sighes—but he turned up. Seems he never left the country. Somebody else did.
ext - garden machiaj institute day
Julia appears and sees Phillip. They embrace.
When did you arrive?
Just a while ago. I figured you were in session so I didn’t want to disturb you.
You look wonderful.
Mother, I need to talk to you.
Of course, of course. But why don’t you freshen up. I have a consultation, and then we’ll sit and chat, all right?
(resigned)
Fine, mother.
Lydia appears on the veranda and waves to Julia.
Dr. Binzer is here.
Binzer?
I’ll introduce you later. Excuse me, please, Phillip, it’s an urgent matter. I have a patient--
I understand.
Julia exits to the clinic. Phillip takes a stroll. He looks back toward the library windows and sees Veronica, mistaking her for Emilia.
Emilia?
He dashes inside and heads to the library, but no one is there. He meets Lydia in the hall.
Lydia--that woman--mother’s patient--
The Istova woman?
Phillip is confused, anxious.
Istova? No, no, Emilia, Emilia Vestegean. She’s a dancer with the Romanian Ballet. I met her in Germany. What is she doing here?
You must be mistaken, Phillip. She’s a patient--a mysterious one at that. Your mother will have to tell you about it.
Through the window, Phillip sees Emilia on the veranda, and heads toward her.
ext - garden machiaj institute day
Phillip rushes out then stops to call out.
Emilia!
Veronica turns and looks at Phillip. He moves toward her. He touches her face, her hair.
It is you! I don’t understand. What are you doing here? You’ve cut your hair! How did you get here? What’s going on, Emilia?
You have your mother’s mouth.
Phillip is incredulous. He embraces her, not knowing what else to do.
Suddenly Julia appears on the veranda with Peter.
Phillip! What in God’s name are you doing?
I might ask you the same thing. I know this woman. What is she doing here?
Know her--how do you know her?
I met her in Germany. I saw her perform--for God’s sake, mother, she’s the reason I came to see you, to tell you about her--
Phillip, you’re mistaken. Veronica has been--
Veronica? No, no, her name is Emilia--
Veronica has been a patient here for over a month. She can’t have performed in Germany just yesterday.
But. It’s her, I tell you. (Turning towards Emilia) What’s going on? Don’t you know me? We danced together in Germany--
Veronica’s skin begins to BEAD. Peter observes and touches Julia’s shoulder.
We’ve got to get her inside.
What is it?
Don’t touch her.
int - guest room machiaj institute.
Veronica is lying on the bed, while Peter and Julia check her vitals. Phillip is watching anxiously.
(To Peter)
She’s dehydrated.
Makes sense--she sweats so with each episode.
I wonder if her sister has any awareness?
Veronica’s body begins to bead more profusely, giving off tiny sparks. Phillip is awestruck.
What’s happening to her?
Julia moves close to her son. Peter prepares an I.V.
Phillip, this woman--Veronica--was literally left on my doorstep a month ago suffering from a bizarre condition.
Smetana.
Smetana? What does he have to do with this?
We ran into him in Germany—-Emilia and I. He asked how she was doing as though he had seen her before. He said she performed in Vienna last month, and got sick after the show. Mother--what do you mean--bizarre? What’s wrong with her?
She has a kind of stigmata. Every time she suffers a crisis like the one she’s experiencing now, it culminates in bleeding from an area over her chest. Except...there is no wound.
PHILLIP
That’s crazy?
JULIA
PHILLIP
Can you hear what you’re saying?
A BURST of steam is released from Veronica’s body to the amazement of Phillip.
It’s uncanny, isn’t it? Her body gives off an electrical charge that seems to precipitate the stigmata.
Peter exchanges a glance with Julia, and then he removes the swatch from her blouse. He shows it to Julia, and then Phillip.
Who do you suppose that is?
(looking closely)
That looks like the Captain, the chaperone from Emilia’s ballet company.
What now?
(checking Veronica’s vitals)
This one’s taken a toll on her. Whatever we do, we’d better do it fast.
int - irina’s apartment
Vincent enters to the relief of Irina, who emerges from the hallway. She runs to him.
Oh, my God, Vincent, I thought I’d never see you again. Are you all right?
(comforting her)
I’m fine--you? Where is Emilia?
Lying down.
Vincent raises his finger to his lips, and motions with his head.
I need a shower and a shave.
int - bathroom
Vincent turns on the shower, and then whispers to Irina.
They know, they know who I am, they know everything. They always knew. Irina, I have to take care of something first, but we’re going to get out of Romania.
(frightened)
But--
You have to trust me. The less you know right now the better. Just be ready to move in a heartbeat. Keep Emilia close by, don’t let her out of your sight.
Picariu was here.
I know. Don’t worry. It’ll be over soon. Have you heard from Udvari lately?
Actually, I’d forgotten all about him--but, no. Why? What is it?
Vincent takes a deep breath, scours his head with his hands.
Vincent, what’s wrong?
I should never have left for Washington, I shouldn’t have left you alone.
You’re scaring me, Vincent. What does it matter now?
We have another daughter, Irina.
(dumbfounded)
What are you talking about?
Emilia is a twin--a Siamese twin. Jesus, Irina, I saw the pictures. They were connected at the back of their heads.
Irina covers her mouth with her hand and gasps.
How could this be? How could I not know?
She was stillborn--the other baby, our other daughter. But when they separated the two, she somehow came back to life. I can’t believe it. They couldn’t resist the chance to exploit her for their own personal gain. That’s what Udvari has been doing all these years--conducting experiments on--Jesus Christ I don’t even know my own daughter’s name.
Irina clutches Vincent.
That must be who Picariu is looking for. He insisted that a young woman would try to contact me or Emilia.
That must mean they don’t have her.
ext - shot machiaj institute day
Peter and Phillip are getting into a car in front of the Institute. Julia speaks to Phillip through the open window.
Call me the minute you arrive in Bucharest. And be careful--both of you.
Don’t worry, Mother.
ext - city square timisoara
A huge CROWD is assembled and agitated. A Hungarian PRIEST is inciting the mob. The revolution of 1989 is about to begin.
int - cicala’s office
Picariu and Cicala are looking out the window.
Everything is right on schedule.
You’re sure we can count on Vestegean to get the job done?
He will do it.
The phone RINGS, Cicala answers it, and hangs up.
It seems that the violinist--Emilia’s friend is at customs as we speak.
Interesting. I think I’ll have a chat with the young man.
int - underground tunnel
Vincent is loading a weapon, and checks his watch.
ext - city square bucharest
Violence has erupted. The military is activated. Close-up of Vincent moving through the crowd.
int - Interrogation room securitate headquarters
Irina and Emilia are sitting at a table, visibly nervous.
What’s going to happen to us?
Your father will take care of it. Don’t worry. Just be cooperative.
The door OPENS. Picariu enters. The women grow anxious.
Good day, Ladies. I’ll be brief. As you know, the situation is becoming tense. It will be difficult to insure your safety, however, your cooperation will only help matters.
Where is my husband?
Exactly where he ought to be. As for you, Emilia, I have had a long talk with your friend, and he has been most helpful.
(consulting her mother)
What does he mean?
Your admirer--Phillip Capalia. He has just come from visiting his mother in Austria. He has given us very vital information regarding your sister.
I have no sister. Mama, what is he talking about?
What do you want from us?
Oh, dear tovarasa Irina, you are confused. I am trying to help you. Very soon now, you will be reunited as a family--that is if your husband proves a wise man.
(losing control)
Where is my father, you awful man!
Hush, Emilia.
What’s going on?
There is a KNOCK at the door. An AIDE enters and hands Picariu a note, then leaves.
(smiling)
It is done.
What’s happened?
Elena Ceausescu has been assassinated.
int - dr. julia machiaj’s office
Julia is sitting at her desk, dumbstruck. A small package is opened in front of her. Lydia enters quickly.
She’s ready.
(disoriented)
What?
Lydia moves close to Julia and puts her hand on her shoulder, consolingly. The package contains a bloodied finger.
(shocked)
I can’t tell if it’s his playing hand, Lydia.
It’s okay. Everything will be okay. But we must hurry. Come on.
int - cicala’s office
Cicala is sitting at his desk, and Picariu is sitting in a chair.
Who could have known they would shoot both of them? Fantastic! Romania’s first son and daughter, Nicolae and Elena Ceausescu, dead. It appears you cut that man’s finger for nothing. What a pity--he was a fine musician.
Oh, I don’t know about that. Our roles will be changing, this is true, but she is still state property. I expect someone will be interested in the Istova case. In any event, she will be arriving soon, and we will decide if they are worth more alive than dead.
Where is Vestegean?
He was caught in the crossfire when they stormed the Palace. I think he might have been successful had the mob not gotten to the Ceausescus first.
Does Irina know?
No.
int - Interrogation room securitate headquarters
Emilia and Irina are consoling each other when suddenly the door opens. Peter and Phillip are escorted in. Phillip’s right hand is bandaged.
Phillip! Oh, my God! What’s happened?
Peter looks worse for wear. Phillip embraces Emilia. The soldiers leave and bolt the door.
(Moving toward Irina)
My name is Peter Binzer. I’m very sorry about all of this.
What do you have to do with this?
I am a colleague--a close friend of Dr. Julia Machiaj. She called me to consult on a remarkable case involving a young woman with an unusual condition. She is your daughter. You see, Phillip, Julia’s son, met your daughter Emilia in Germany. When he came to visit Julia he mistook Veronica for Emilia. We realized too late that Emilia and Veronica are twins, Siamese twins.
Do know where my husband is? And where is, where is my other daughter.
By now she should be arriving in Bucharest. They interrogated us, and, well, they found out Veronica was at the clinic. They cut off Phillip’s finger and sent it to Julia to force her to return Veronica to Captain Picariu. I’m sorry, but there was nothing we could do.
I have a sister?
Irina straightens herself and goes to Phillip.
My daughter has told me about you. I’m sorry about your hand...
They look exactly alike--you know?
int - secret office
Captain Picariu is pacing quietly, when suddenly the door opens and Julia and Veronica are escorted inside.
I apologize for the sparse accommodations, but the country is in the midst of a revolution, you see.
Where is my son?
He is here.
And Dr.Binzer?
(walking around the Istova woman slowly)
So this is the woman we’ve been searching for? Uncanny. A perfect resemblance.
Veronica stares straight ahead. Her skin begins to bead.
I’m a doctor. I don’t know what you think you are doing, but this woman needs constant medical supervision. At least let me tend to her properly.
You are in Romania, madam, and not in a position to make demands.
Listen to me. I have studied this case for a month, and I assure you, if you don’t provide me with the necessary facilities, this young woman will die.
Really? Now that would be a waste, Especially since your boy has lost a finger over her.
Julia is visibly shaken. Veronica’s skin begins to glow. Picariu is actually surprised at what he is seeing. He moves closer and stares at her face and forehead. His eyes wander down her chest and he sees a bright red blood stain spreading over her breast. Without a moment’s notice Veronica stretches her hand over Picariu’s head and SPARKS fly. Julia is surprised. Picariu crumbles to the floor.
int - Interrogation room securitate headquarters
Peter is checking Phillip’s dressing. Emilia is comforting her mother when she begins to shake. Everyone rushes toward her.
She’s having a seizure! Has this ever happened before?
No!
I need something to put in her mouth--
int - secret office
Julia is checking the Captain. Veronica is standing strangely silent, dripping wet.
The door is forced open and Vincent enters, wounded.
Is he dead?
Not yet--stunned, I think.
(staring at Veronica)
Is this--are you...my daughter?
You mustn’t touch her just yet.
Vincent is overwhelmed. He walks toward her. Sizes her up.
It’s unbelievable.
Julia extends her hand.
I’m Julia Machiaj, I’ve been treating your daughter for a little while, but I’m afraid her condition is very unstable. We must get her to a hospital.
I’ve got to find my wife and my daughter--Emilia. The city is crawling with revolutionaries--it’s hard to tell who’s fighting whom. They’ve assassinated the president and his wife. It’s anarchy.
We need a safe place. Now.
int - underground tunnel
Vincent is leading Julia and Veronica.
What is this place?
The Securitate has a whole system of tunnels under the city. I’m trying to get us to the infirmary.
You’re an American.
Long story. I’m working for the CIA. I helped wire the whole country for the Securitate. Since the uprising, they took my wife and my daughter hostage to get me to do a job. But someone shot Elena Ceausescu before I could.
(with emotion)
They have my son. I had to trade Veronica for his life—-I’m so sorry…
Vincent stops and stares curiously at her.
Long story.
They come upon a passageway, and it leads to the infirmary. They enter cautiously.
Can you manage?
Go ahead.
He turns to leave, then turns back and walks toward Veronica. She looks at him with emotion. He leans forward and slowly puts his arm around her. They embrace, tiny sparks fly, but Vincent holds on. They say nothing.
ext - city square bucharest
Tanks and soldiers invade the city. Shots ring out, grenades explode. Throngs of people run through the streets, taking cover.
int - Interrogation room securitate headquarters
Peter is pacing, Irina is sitting with Emilia and Phillip. The lock springs and Vicnent enters. Emilia and Irina rush to him.
There’s no time. Quick--follow me.
int - infirmary
Julia is checking the stigmata site on Veronica’s chest. Close up reveals the skin is shiny and radiant. Veronica appears slightly changed, robust and resolved.
The door opens, and Peter, Phillip, Emilia, Irina and Vincent enter. Julia rushes to Phillip, Emilia clings to her father, and Irina walks resolutely toward Veronica.
Peter follows.
I’ve seen your face a thousand times, but I didn’t know who you were.
Forgive me--I didn’t know, I didn’t know you were born, dear child, I would never have let them take you from me. You must believe me.
Irina weeps and trembles. Veronica looks compassionately at her mother, and slowly moves closer to her. Just as they embrace a shot rings out striking Irina in the back, and she collapses in Veronica’s arms. Picariu is standing in the doorway. Emilia screams and Phillip shields her. Julia runs to Irina, Vincent attacks Picariu and is shot. Peter jumps in the fray and another shot is fired. Veronica is cradling her mother, and stroking her hair. She is crying and the tears that fall BURST into SPARKS. Peter heaves Picariu off of him, and tends to Vincent.
Father!!
Phillip releases her. She stops abruptly and looks at her mother, and then at her father, and then she looks down at her chest and notices a bright red stain spreading over her chest. She collapses.
ext - Voronet monastery day
A funeral procession with three coffins being carried. The funeral mass is chanted and sung. Veronica is walking with Mother Paraschiva, followed by Phillip who is flanked by Julia and Peter.
I did not get to speak to my sister that day. Everything happened so fast. But as the blood spread over my chest, I felt strangely whole as though I were truly alive for the first time in my life.