So remember, I threw out the two previous pages I posted. This starts after Dominik asks Ilka if they can play a game.
INT. GUEST ROOM - MORNING
Mira sits in the chair, in the dress from the night before. Wide awake, calm, and watching the door.
CLICK. The door creaks OPEN a few inches. Mira tenses, waits. No other sound or movement.
She stands, goes slowly to the door. Cautiously opens it fully, then looks out into--
Mira steps out of the room, long looks up and down the hallway - nothing, no one.
She starts walking. The rustling of her skirts is very loud in the stillness. She comes to a door. Beat. Mira tries the handle - it is locked.
Down to the end of the corridor, around the corner. This hallway looks EXACTLY THE SAME as the one she just left. The tapestry on the wall opposite the two doors is the same - a BLACK DRAGON on a white field, biting its own tail.
Mira hesitates, then walks down this corridor as well. Tries the doors - locked. Hurrying now, around the corner.
The same hallway.
Mira stops. Deep breaths.
FOOTSTEPS from behind, coming her way.
Mira RUNS. Down the corridor, around the corner - the same hallway. She tries the doors - locked, locked.
The footsteps are louder, their pace quicker.
Around the corner, the same hallway. Mira’s breath comes in GASPS. She doesn’t bother with the doors this time.
Around the corner - STAIRS. Mira almost falls down them - she grabs at the wall.
The footsteps behind her, running.
Mira hurries down the stairs, holding up her heavy skirts. Down to the foot of the stairs--
A NEW CORRIDOR
Empty walls. HEAVY DOUBLE DOORS at the end.
The footsteps running down the stairs.
Mira runs down the corridor, wrenches the doors open. Enters--
She turns to look back down the hallway. Empty. Silent - the footsteps are GONE. Mira pulls the DOORS SHUT, the hinges SQUEALING. Catches her breath.
She turns to look at the chapel. Dim, cold. Six pews in two rows. The white statues in niches, all staring piously into the distance.
Ilka walks around her bed, a SMILE completely transforming her face.
And when I find you, I will take you
down to the kitchen and have them cook you into a pie!
Footsteps coming down the hallway outside.
Ilka drops to her knees, grabs for Dominik.
Come here, hurry.
Ilka opens a CHEST at the foot of her bed, lifts Dominik and sets him down inside. She puts a finger to her lips - he nods. She closes the chest.
Ilka sits on top of the chest, lets her shoulders slump.
My Lady, you look well.
I am tired, Janos.
Where is the child?
One of the girls took him away.
Is that so?
He was quite loud, fussy. You know
what trouble I have sleeping.
Which girl took the child?
As if I would care what any of their names are! It
was bad enough the creature was given to me in the first place.
Of course. Will you come to the chapel with me?
What is the point of prayer, Janos?
Janos looks to the chest, smiles, and leaves.
Beat. Ilka gets up, opens the chest. Dominik peers up at her.
I thought it would be someone else.
When is Mama coming?
Always prating about your mother. Be glad
that I didn’t give you to one of the
servants! You would be sitting in your
own filth right now, alone, ignored.
I just want to keep you for a little awhile.
Is that all right?
Mira continues to pray.
I do not ask for money, or land, or
possessions. I only ask that You return
me to my home. That is all I
want. Please, Lord, just let everything
go back to the way it was.
Mira closes her eyes, struggles to stay still. The whispers continue, unintelligible.
She whips her head to the side, looks - the whispers STOP. Nothing there but the statue of the Virgin Mary, hands clasped in prayer, eyes turned toward the back of the chapel.
So there you are.
I came to your room, hoping to show you
the castle. You were not there.
Will you join me?
I was praying, my Lord.
And for what do you pray?
For what does any woman pray? For the
health of my husband and child.