Night of Dark Shadows
Script Excerpt
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INT - GALLERY - DAY
It's the following morning. Quentin is at the easel, relaxing, sipping a cup of coffee, as Tracy ENTERS. Quentin stops, holds out his arms. Tracy runs to them.
QUENTIN Good morning! (pointing outside) The world is ours, the gentleman said.
TRACY Ours. We'll celebrate. I'll drive into Collinsport and get the biggest steak anyone has ever bought. We'll charcoal it ourselves.
QUENTIN And eat it ourselves.
TRACY I'll make my famed Caesar salad...which is the only one I can make --
QUENTIN And we shall open the best wine.
She turns, sees that Angelique's portrait is gone.
TRACY What happened to her?
QUENTIN Angelique? She's been retired. After years of honorable service.
TRACY Why?
QUENTIN Mostly so Alex will forget our non-existent ghost. Hey, let me paint --
TRACY Paint on...paint on...I love you...
She EXITS. He smiles and begins painting.
INT - GALLERY - DAY
It is later as Carlotta ENTERS. She carries the picture of Angelique. He stops painting when he sees her.
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INT - GALLERY - DAY - 1971
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... There is a long moment as Quentin finally turns to face her.
CARLOTTA If you can.
She turns and EXITS THE SHOT.
EXT - BACK OF COLLINWOOD - DAY
SHOT favors Quentin, who stands moodily looking out of the gallery windows. RACK FOCUS to Tracy, who ENTERS THE SHOT F.G. She is carrying the groceries. She waves at Quentin, who suddenly notices her and as he waves back, she crosses toward the veranda.
INT - GALLERY - DAY - HIGH ANGLE
Quentin is back at his easel as Tracy ENTERS the room.
TRACY I'm a genius with butchers. Of course, he thinks me quite mad...and very rich. The steaks are a masterpiece.
She notices the portrait of Angelique hanging in its former position.
TRACY She's back!
QUENTIN I offended Carlotta's sense of family tradition.
He laughs.
What was good enough for my forefathers should be good enough for me.
He puts down the brush.
QUENTIN How about you and I getting out of this house? We'll take a walk.
TRACY Perfect.
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