Once Upon a Time in the City of New York

Catherine: So sue me.
Catherine’s Father: It’s a little late for that, I should have sued you when you were five.

Catherine: When I think of corporate law, simulating is not a word that immediately pops into my mind. Catherine’s Father You know, when you put your mind to it you’re a fine corporate lawyer.
Catherine: No, Dad, I am the daughter of a fine corporate lawyer.

Vincent: You’re safe. You’re safe now.

Vincent: Don’t be afraid. Please, don’t be afraid.

Father: You have the soul of a doctor. When I studied medicine they wouldn’t admit minorities. I wonder what they would have done with you? Lets no even think about it.

Catherine: Vincent… please…tell me.
Vincent: We’re below the city, below the subways. There is a whole world of tunnels and chambers that most people don’t even know exists. There are no maps to where we are. It’s a forgotten place. But it’s warm and it’s safe, and we have all the room we need. So we live here and we try to live as well as we can, and we try to take care of each other. It’s our city, down here.
Catherine: What are you doing down here? Why are you here?
Vincent: I was a baby…abandoned, left to die…someone found me nad brought me here…to the man who became my father….He took me, he raised me…he taught me everything. He named me Vincent…That’s where I was found, near the hospital, St Vincent’s.
Catherine: I don’t know what to believe….
Vincent: Its all true…

Vincent: I have never regretted what I am. Until now.

Vincent: I was born and I survived.

Vincent: Catherine, you survived. And what you endured will make you stronger and better.
Catherine: I don’t have your strength. I don’t know how to do it.
Vincent: You have the strength, Catherine, you do. I know you.

Catherine: Your secret is sfe with me. I would never betray your trust.
Vincent: I know---I knew from the beginning, when you trusted me.

Catherine: You could read me the last chapter of “Great Expectations.”

Father: She can only bring you unhappiness.
Vincent: Then I’ll be unhappy. But I cannot forget her. We are still connected.
Father: Vincent, your senses, your empathic powers, are quite extraordinary. It’s your gift. And these powers have been heightened by the concern, by the love that you feel, but don’t let your act of kindness destroy you.
Vincent: Maybe I have no choice.

Vincent: Your face….
Catherine: They fixed it.

Vincent: Catherine, I feel the things you are feeling when you do.
Catherine: How do you mean?
Vincent: Just know it’s true and that your pain is my pain. Sometimes it is almost as if we’re one.

Vincent: I’ve seen your world. There is no place for me in it. I know what I am. Your world is filled with frightened people and I remind them of what they are most afraid of.
Catherine: Their own ignorance.
Vincent: Their aloneness.
Catherine: Yes.
Vincent: So…now, I have to begin to forget..
Catherine: Forget me?!
Vincent: No…I’ll never forget you…But I must forget the dream of being part of you…

Catherine: I owe you everything.
Vincent: You owe me nothing. I am a part of you, Catherine just as you are a part of me. Wherever you go, wherever I am, I’m with you.

Vincent: Good bye.
Catherine: For now.

Terrible Savior

Jason: We have ourselves, our courage, our strength, our compassion. We have each other. And…now we have him…whoever the hell he is.

Catherine: Isaac, if you thought…if you even suspected, that this vigilante was someone you knew, a friend. What would you do?
Isaac: Talk to him. Ask him. Go where the man lives and look him dead in the eye. But…first you better be really sure about one thing…be real sure I wanted to know.

Mrs. Dalby: His face. His hands. He did not have hands, just claws. And his face. I will never forget that face. He was not a man. He wasn’t a human man at all. He was like an angel…a terrible angel come to save me.

Vincent: The ways change, Catherine. For every safe road, there are hundreds of paths that lead only to darkness.

Catherine: I had to come. I had to see you. I was afraid…
Vincent: I know.
Catherine: You didn’t come. I called. I banged on the pipes…You never came.
Vincent: I could feel you fear, Catherine. Even now, I frighten you.
Catherine: You taught me to face my fears, always, Vincent. Tell me…
Vincent: What shall I tell you? That I am not this shadow, this man-monster that you hunt? Must you hear the words before you trust? Hear them then, it is not me. Catherine, I would never hurt you.
(Catherine takes an involuntary step back.)
Catherine: No, Vincent, no… I’m sorry….I did not mean to…
Vincent: To pull away? I know. I know your heart, Catherine, but sometimes the words that are not spoken are the truest words of all. However much they hurt.
Catherine: What are you saying?
Vincent: We both know what these hands can do, have done. Catherine, if your heart does not trust then no words I speak could help.

Father: It’s Catherine, isn’t it?
Vincent: I can hear her fears whispering to me no matter where I stand.
Father: She cannot help being afraid, Vincent. Her world is built on fear. It is all they know. The lives they are forced to lead, if they weren’t afraid, they would be insane.
Vincent: I know.
Father: We have something that they only dream of---A safe place, a secret place beyond their madness and their fear.
Vincent: Sometimes, I would run down here when we played hide and seek. But…before the game was over, Father, they always found me…even here.

Jason: You know, the city had its own myths. We are so rational, so sophisticated, so cynical that we still need our gods and demons, our heroes and villains. I knew a man use to work the IRT. He swore he saw a monster down there once, when he was troubleshooting some track. You hear the street people talk about it too...some terrible fierce creature who haunts the dark places; some thing with a face of a demon, the soul of an angel.
Catherine: You can’t possible believe that, can you?
Jason: They believe it, don’t you see? Because they need to believe. Inside, we’re all children, scared of the dark, wishing there really was a batman…

Vincent: There is enough fear in your world. I could never bring you more.
Catherine: Forgive me for doubting you.
Vincent: Catherine, you are right to be afraid.
Catherine: My heart knows how gentle you are.
Vincent: Even the gentlest man has a demon locked inside of him.
Catherine: Not you, not a demon.

Vincent: They hunt for this man as they might hunt for me, if they dreamed of my existence. …………By what right do I condemn him? Am I so very different?
Catherine: Yes, Vincent, you are.

Catherine: They'll never know if he's dead or gone, or just waiting down there until he's needed again... like King Arthur.

Catherine: How can one man have so much courage and empathy and passion…and so little mercy?
Vincent: Perhaps, he lost it somewhere…but he found it again in the end.

Siege

Elliot: Can you put a price tag on magic? The true value of great art lies in its ability to influence and enhance the quality of humanity. And contrary to popular opinion, I believe New Yorkers still qualify.

Elliot: I’m Elliot Burch.
Catherine: Of course, you are.

Vincent: You have a generous heart, Catherine.
Catherine: Something I learned from you.
Vincent: No. It can't be taught. It's from the soul. And you have so much to give.
Catherine: It's all still very new... Sometimes I wonder, how all those little pieces will ever fit together again.
Vincent: Follow your heart, Catherine. Follow your heart. You must.

Father: Vincent, what weighs so heavy? Please? Tell me.
Vincent: She met a man. She's falling in love.
Father: Let her. Let her fall in love, Vincent.
Vincent: My mind tells me to rejoice for her, that she deserves the happiness. But my heart... is dying. I'm poisoned by feelings I've never felt before… Father, it hurts.
Father: I've always dreaded this moment, for you. And I suppose I've always known it would come. The day when your heart would lead you to long for a life that can never be, Vincent.
Vincent: Yes. A life that can never be…

Elliot: I do live this city. The thing is, you can't walk a block without seeing somebody---something that absolutely knocks you out, stuns you.
Catherine: The good, the bad and the utterly absurd.
Elliot: Yeah. Yeah, and its constantly changing, constantly transforming itself, reinventing itself. It's unbelievable--it's always expanding.

Catherine: Vincent, I don't want to cause you any pain.
Vincent: Don't struggle, Catherine. There's no need.
Catherine: No need? Why?
Vincent: Because we know, we always knew, that this bond between us was only a dream we shared.
Catherine: A dream? No! Vincent, our bond is the most real thing I've ever known, more than anything in my life!
Vincent: Do you love this man?
Catherine: I don't know. But if I do, it won't change anything. I won't let it.
Vincent: Someday... someone will come, and you will live another life, and dream another dream.
Catherine: I don't want to lose you, Vincent.

Misha: He's a friend… A friend like this one. And no one must ever know.

Shakespeare knew everything. Vincent’s inscription in Shakespeare’s Sonnets.
Reading of Sonnet XXIX

No Way Down

Vincent (to Catherine): Sometimes your fear can keep you alive. You should listen to it more often.

Father: Your relationship with my son…is a tragic mistake…for both of you.

Lucy (to Vincent): You’ve got to trust somebody…sometimes….

Catherine (to Isaac): He’s not dead….I would feel it if he were.

Vincent: I knew you were close by…
Catherine: I was never giving up.

Masques

Charles Chandler: Am I early? Are you late? Or is that your costume?

Vincent: Every year they ask for the same stories. By now they should know them better them you do.
Father: Well, Old stories are rather like old friends. Every once in a while you have to drop in on them, just to see how they're doing. And, anyway, I can remember a certain young boy who would never let a mere jack’o lantern deny him a visit to Icobad Crane.

Vincent: Father, surely, on this of all nights I walk among them in safety.
Father: Safety! Vincent, there is no safety up there…for you or anyone else.
Vincent: Sometimes we must leave our safe places, Father, and walk empty handed among our enemies.
Father: Those are Brigit O’Donald’s words.
Vincent: Those are true words, words that have opened doors for me. Let some light in on the dark places. You know what she means to me.
Father: I do. I also know the danger of confusing the magic with the magician. Sometimes the person is smaller then the work, weaker, more frightened…more human. And I don’t want to see you hurt, disappointed.
Vincent: She will not disappoint me. Our lives are very different, but I am sure we will understand each other…I will not miss this opportunity. I must see her, talk to her.

Charles Chandler: Someday you'll find somebody you can love as much as I loved your mother. We were two of the lucky ones.

Charles Chandler: Have I told you how beautiful you look? Sometimes you remind me so much of your mother.

Vincent: Brigit O’Donald?
Brigit: Herself.

Brigit: The night has a special magic to it, don't you think? This night especially.
Vincent: Halloween.
Brigit: In the Old Religion they call it Samhain. It's a night when the walls between the worlds grow thin, and spirits of the Underworld walk the earth. A night of masks and balefires, when anything is possible and nothing is quite as it seems. Your city has its own magic as well. The lights, towers... listen to it.

Brigit: Oh it hurts…it hurts…but …it is such a sweet pain.

Brigit: I'm sick to death of safety! Oh, I look at the city and... I want to touch it, to walk its streets, meet its people, and listen to its music. I want to see all of the things my father told me of, and I can't. Can you imagine how that feels?
Vincent: Yes
Brigit: Sometimes, Vincent, we must leave our safe places and walk empty-handed among our enemies.

Brigit: Will you be tellin' me of her, then?
Vincent: Who?
Brigit: Your lady, the one who's breaking your heart.... Ah, you didn't come to me just to say you like me books. Somethin' about Ion and me struck close to home.”
Vincent: She brings me... such joy... and such pain. As I have never known. I have no place in her world, she has none in mine. Our bond endangers... everything. People I love, secrets I am sworn to keep, beliefs that I've lived by.

Vincent: You wrote that the price of your love had been high, but that you would pay it willingly until the end of your days. That you would change nothing, regret nothing!
Brigit: That's damned unfair of you, you know. Quotin' me own words back at me again, after I gave you all that good advice! The brain tells you all the sensible things to do, but the heart knows nothin' about sense. And the heart is as stubborn as the Irish.

Brigit: We must take what we're given. Three hundred days, a few months...
Catherine: Or a single night.

Catherine: Don’t leave! She told me that this was a special night, Sanhain. When the walls…
Vincent: When the walls between the worlds grow thin, and spirits of the Underworld walk the earth.
Catherine: Vincent, we can’t waste it.

Vincent: I've lived here all my life, and yet it's as though I've never seen the city... until tonight.
Catherine: You've seen so much of the violence and hatred of my world. I wanted you to know that there's beauty as well.
Vincent: Oh... I know that. Ever since the night I found you, Catherine.

The Beast Within

Sam: Mitch is poison…Nothing is going to change that.

Sam: Don’t care so much, Vincent, not about people. People always let you down.
Vincent: You never let us down, Sam. When we needed supplies, or food, you were always there for us. We'll be here for you.

Frank talking about the docks: They say this place breaks the backs of its workers and harbors the scum of the world. And that's all true. But I love it, stink and all.

Vincent to Mitch: What I remember is our friendship as children…Those times I remember.

Catherine: It's so peaceful and quiet out there tonight.
Vincent: But there's a storm raging within you.
Catherine: You felt it?
Vincent: I can almost hear it. What you're feeling is...alive... thundering.
Catherine: I've been given a chance to do something important at work. It's a great challenge, a risk.
Vincent: Is it a risk worth taking?
Catherine: A chance to help honest men keep their jobs. A chance to make a difference. It's everything I wanted... but I'm afraid.
Vincent: Of what, Catherine?
Catherine: Failure…The danger.
Vincent: You can't fail.
Catherine: I hope not.
Vincent: You have the strength. You have the courage. We both know that. So you must use them.... I only wish I could be there for you. Keep you safe… Always.
Catherine: You are.

Vincent: Catherine.
Catherine: Vincent, a good man was murdered tonight.
Vincent: Death almost took you. I felt it.
Catherine: It came close.
Vincent: Catherine, you're in grave danger.
Catherine: I know.
Vincent: Go no further with this.
Catherine: What? What are you saying?
Vincent: Stop. You must.
Catherine: I can't. I have to see this through.
Vincent: If I ever lost you...
Catherine: Vincent, you're the one who taught me to face my fear, and to find courage. I can't pull back now--it would compromise everything--me, the case, even what you think of me. I have a chance to bring down the men responsible for all this. I have to.
Vincent: A life without you... would be unbearable.... Take great care.

Vincent: Don’t die Catherine. If you die…so do I.

Mitch to partner: You idot! You don’t know what we unleashed…When he comes you will know who he is!

Vincent to Mitch: There is nothing left of you…nothing.

Catherine: Vincent?
Vincent: Shhh…
Catherine: You're here?
Vincent: I'm here.
Catherine: I dreamed about you.
Vincent: About me?
Catherine: Yes. ..We were walking down Fifth Avenue…the sky was blue...
Vincent: And then?
Catherine: You bought me ice cream…and no one looked twice.

Nor Iron Bars a Cage

Vincent: You look like an angel, standing there.

Catherine: I've been offered another job, Vincent. A much better job, with more responsibility, chance to use my training, and to help people more than I'm able to now... But it would mean leaving New York.
Vincent: Where would you go?
Catherine: Providence, Rhode Island.
Vincent: Providence... is when... something is meant to be.
Catherine: I don't know what's meant to be. Vincent, I care about you so deeply... but a part of me is unhappy. And we both know why.
Vincent: Well, then you don't have any choice.
Catherine: But I do. That's why I'm here.
Vincent: You didn't come this far, Catherine, to turn back now.
Catherine: I came this far because of you. I don't want to leave you behind.
Vincent: Beyond these tunnels, beyond this city, is a world of possibilities, and wonders, and--and things, calling out to be done. These things I could only dream about until you came into my life. Catherine, don't you understand? You must go. You must see, you must do, everything you were meant to do. For me, for both of us. And then, I can truly be with you. Always.
Catherine: There's no other way?
Vincent: No. Not for us.

Father: Vincent, the pain you feel now will lessen in time and finally pass—That I promise you.
Vincent: So, the best I can hope for is to forget her. Forget everything?…Mine was another life before Catherine! I'm changed--forever!
Father: Alright, then accept the change. Learn from it, but you must let the woman follow her own path. Vincent…for your sake.
Vincent: These are only words, Father…shades of feelings…they offer no consolation.
Father: Vincent….

Father: Vincent was not himself after he spoke with you.
Catherine: About my going away?
Father: Mmm-hmm.
Catherine: I'm only doing what we both thought best.
Father: Once I thought I knew the answer. No longer.

Catherine: Why did you come to tell me(he is missing)?
Father: Because I know you care.

Professor Hughes: He's a miracle. Like nothing I even dreamed of.

Anna Lausch and her telescope: It's better than the movies. You would be surprised the things you see... if you sit here long enough!

Vincent: There is only me…

Hughes: You spoke the name Catherine. Who is Catherine?
Vincent: She is everything… But she lives only in my heart.

Hughes: Vincent... what are you?
Vincent: I am only what I am. If you cut me I will bleed. If you strike me, I will strike back. And if you keep me in chains, I will die.

Vincent : …I’m dying.

Catherine: Professor Hughes, I don't know how to explain this to you, I don't even pretend to understand it, but Vincent and I are connected. I know him. And I know that... whatever he is, he's also the best part of what it means to be human. And if you take away his freedom, you take away that very part that makes him most human!

Catherine reads a portion of “Surprised by Joy” by William Wordsworth
…But how could I forget thee?
Through what power, even for the least division of an hour, have I been so beguiled as to be blind to my most grievous loss?
That thought's return was the worst pang that sorrow ever bore,
Save one, only one, when I stood forlorn, knowing my heart's best treasure was no more;
That neither present time, nor years unborn could to my sight that heavenly face restore.

Song of Orpheus

Newspaper personals ad: “The wreck of my memories.”

Father: Hum, hum…Fishers-Vasky’s fourth game.
Vincent: Seventh game.
Father: I don’t know what masochistic impulse ever prompted me to teach you chess.

Father: I have always wondered when it would happen…Now it has. Vincent, I’ve never lied to you. The things I taught you about the world Above---so much was to protect you---and it was also to help me to forget…Forget a world I once loved.
Vincent: I’ve always sensed that…
Father: I have kept certain things from you about my life before…
Vincent: Father, what are you trying to tell me?
Father: I have to return…I have to go Above.
Vincent: When will you go?
Father: As soon as I prepare myself. I will be back this evening…When I return, we’ll talk.
Vincent: Father, you…
Father: Please, Vincent, don’t ask me anything.

Margaret to Lawyer Taft: A day hasn’t pass that I haven’t thought about him…seeing him again…especially now.
Taft: he dropped off the face of the earth 35 years ago. We don’t even know…
Margaret: I know he is alive…

Vincent: It’s Father.
Catherine: What’s happened!
Vincent: He went Above today for the first time that I can remember. He should have been back hours ago. He is somewhere in this city…I need your help, Catherine.
Catherine: Of course, I’ll help.
Vincent: I should have never let him go alone.
Catherine: Where was he going?
Vincent: it has something to do with his life before.
Catherine: When he lived Above? What has he told you about his life then?
Vincent: Only that it was another life, lived by another person and that the memory of it is best forgotten…I know he was a doctor.
Catherine: Do you know his full name?
Vincent: I’ve always called him Father.

Nametag: Chittenden Research Institute

Catherine:…He was blacklisted!….His name is Dr Jacob Wells…

Margaret’s voiceover of letter: “…Still I cling to the wreak of my memories before they sink forever…”

Catherine: Are you alright? Can I get you anything?
Father: No. Please, stay out of it. You must. Anything you do to draw attention to me…
Catherine: You are being charged with murder! You must tell me everything that happened. Don’t you know by now that you can trust me?
Father: It’s not that. I may be a stranger to your world but I am no stranger to the betrayals of your judicial system.
Catherine: I am the only one who can help you!
Father: if you really want to help me…please, go away!
Catherine: I can’t do that….Jacob, I know who you were, what you went through.
Father: What about Vincent?
Catherine: He knows.
Father: I didn’t want to keep things hidden from him. I wanted to…forget. Does he understand that?
Catherine: Yes.

Catherine at the subway: Well, goodbye.
Father: Catherine, you have been more then a good friend to me. I know what you have risked and, believe me, I am grateful. Goodbye.
Catherine: Father…I just want you to know that I would never hurt him…I love him.
Father: I know…and I also know that it can only bring him unhappiness.
Catherine: Why do you say that?
Father: Because, part of him…is a man.

Father: All is forgiven….I let go of all that anger years ago. Oh yes, there was a time that I gorged myself in bitterness and self-pity. But then I came to know someone who had every reason to curse fate and feel punished and yet he accepted all that life had to offer with gratitude and love.
Margaret: Vincent?
Father nods.
Margaret: We must do that too.

Vincent: Margaret said the last seven days were the happiest of her life.
Catherine: And how is Father?
Vincent: Healing…Alone…Grateful.
Catherine: They truly loved each other.
Vincent: Yes.
Catherine: It’s so sad…To have a beginning and an end…and all the time in the middle empty.
Vincent: They had seven days, Catherine…seven days.

Dark Spirit

Ross: The mind rules the body.

Vincent: Whoever did this to you is trying to frighten you, control you with fear.
Catherine: I’m not afraid!
Vincent: Good.
Catherine: The drawing…
Vincent: Yes…
Catherine: What do you think it means?
Vincent: It is a picture of what they are most afraid of, for them it has power. You must not surrender to it.
Catherine: I won’t!

Ross: …They are not trying to scare you off the case. They are trying to scare you to death!

Vincent: Scholarship and beliefs are two entirely different things, Father.
Father: Narcissa is irrational…She lives in a fantasy world of spirits and dreams.
Vincent: Perhaps…but to save Catherine that is the world I will have to visit.

Vincent to Narcissa: Magic can only touch those who believe in its power.

Catherine under the powder’s influence: Look at me! I don’t know what’s happened!
Vincent: It’s in your mind. It’s not real.
Catherine: Of course it’s real. (sees boils on hands) Look at my hands!
Vincent: Let me see. (reaches for her hands)
Catherine: No, my shell! (pulls back as Vincent’s face looms)
Vincent: Let me see the shell. (echoing) You must let me help you.
Catherine: You are doing this to me!
Vincent: No! I would never hurt you.
Catherine: I don’t know you!
Vincent: Catherine…It’s me, Vincent.
Catherine: You’re one of their demons! Oh! You are! You are! I saw the picture in my room! (backs up) Stay away! Stay away! Don’t come any closer! (She hovers near the balcony wall)
Vincent: Catherine!!! (She almost goes over backwards)…Catherine! You are my life. Tell me what I can do?
Catherine: Don’t you ever come back! (Vincent tries to say something) I hate you! I hate you! I hate you!…I hate you!
Vincent (physically hurt by the words) Even in this terrible darkness I am with you. I’ll never leave you.
Catherine (edging around him into the apartment) You stay away!

Vincent back with Narcissa: He (voodoo priest) preys on weakness…He has no power!

The last scene is silent but speaks volumes of love, commitment, and forgiveness.

A Children’s Story

Vincent to Kipper: What is Father teaching you now?
Kipper: Chess.
Vincent to Father: Teaching another student to beat you?
Father: No, to beat you!

Vincent: When I see you, Catherine, I'm filled with a happiness sweeter than anything I've ever known. At the same time I'm reminded of a life that can never be… and I feel great pain.
Catherine: I know…So do I. Vincent, what will we do?
Vincent: The only thing we can do… We will endure the pain, and savoir…every moment of the joy.

Joe to Catherine: Radcliffe, do I hear your biological clock running?

Marie to Catherine at party: Where are all the really great guys?…What happened—they all go underground?

Vincent: Don’t lose heart, Catherine…Ones who prey on children steal everyone’s hope. Don’t give up, Catherine.
Catherine: I won’t.

Father to Eric: Vincent tells me you might want to stay with us.
Eric: Maybe.
Father: Well, you know, Eric, we only want those here that want to be here. No one is going to force you to stay. No one will ever keep you from leaving.
Eric: Well, right now I don’t have anywhere else to go. So, can I stay here for awhile?
Father: Yes, of course, you can stay until our good friends Above find some safe place for you.
Eric: And my sister too?
Father: Hum, hum…of course. But you know, Eric, there are promises you have to make and keep.
Eric: What kind of promises?
Father: To give help and support to those who need it and to accept help and support to those who offer it to you.
Eric: I promise that.
Father: It is a very important promise. It is how we exist.
Eric: How about not telling anyone about this. Keep it a secret.
Father: Well, you know, Eric, suppose you were to tell this secret to anyone. Do you think they are going to believe you? And even if they did believe you, do you think any one is going to find their way down here?
Eric: I will keep it a secret anyways.
Father: Good… Good. Well then…Welcome!

Ellie: Its all like a dream isn’t it.
Eric: No, better!

Catherine: I've been all over the world--- met people, done things. I've lived in luxury most people could never imagine. But I can't remember a time that I felt as good, or complete, as I do right now.
Vincent: Hum…I feel it in you, through you.
Catherine: You really can?
Vincent: It's very beautiful.
Catherine: Sort of like a dream?
Vincent: Better.

An Impossible Silence

Vincent in the pipe chamber: Don’t you ever get tired, Pascal?
Pascal: Only when I stop…

Vincent: She speaks with her hands--a beautiful language.

Vincent:…trying to hear the stolen sounds.

Vincent: I know Laura's pain. When she first came here, her soul was broken, and our love helped it to mend. But the time will come when she will need to grow beyond all of this. Beyond us.

Father: I understand the problem enough to know it isn't ours.
Vincent: Does our world exempt its people from moral responsibility?
Father: No, it offers them sanctuary, from an impossible mess... especially those who most need to be protected, like the girl.

Catherine: Vincent... Don't go. I need you close.
Vincent: I'll watch over you. Don't worry. Sleep now.

Father: This place, our world, means different things to different people. For some, it's a place of healing, and safety. To others, it's our home. But all of us reach a point when we have to decide for ourselves what this place means to us.

Vincent: Sometimes, events in our lives can show us what we've known all along.

Vincent: Laura is a remarkable person. She feels... everything, deeply. She embraces life. That's how she survives.
Catherine: You're worried about her coming up into the world.
Vincent: Her strength…is her vulnerability.
Catherine: I think she'll be fine, Vincent. I really do... She had a great teacher.

Shades of Grey

Mouse: Not stealing…taking. Just stuff. Needed it, found it, took it.

Mouse: Everyone takes things from Uptop…that is what Uptop is there for.

Mouse: Ok good, Ok fine.

Elliot to Catherine: Maybe in your life, your choices have always been black and white…but in mine they are always gray.

Father: All right... If the head injury were very severe, I wouldn't be lucid. And I am lucid... aren't I?
Vincent: So far.
Father: So far? Well, in that case, I shall recite from Virgil on the hour… just to make sure.
Vincent: Then I'll be asleep.

Mouse to Catherine: Catherine? Vincent’s Catherine!

Vincent: Our bond is stronger and deeper than either of us can begin to imagine.
Father: As if both your... destinies were inextricably linked.
Vincent: Yes.
Father: As if your hearts in their search for union could transcend time and space, circumvent the laws of physics and probability.
Vincent: Yes.

Father: Vincent, I understand more than you think about your Catherine… about your bond.

Father: Our world must continue. A lot of good and trusting people depend on this place. It's all they have.

Vincent: Mine is not the only voice.
Father: It's the truest, and the strongest.

Father: Promise me you will keep our dream alive.
Vincent: I promise.
Father: It won’t be without sacrifice…

Father: The colors. I think I miss colors most of all. They've even begun to fade from my mind's eye…I wish you could have seen the blue of the Pacific under a summer sun…the green of the grass at Ebbotts field. The fall leaves blazing orange and yellow in Vermont.
Vincent: But I have seen them all, Father. No child ever had a better guide. Your words painted pictures that I will never forget. You took me around the world. Twain’s Mississippi. Kipling’s India. Jack London’s Klondike. You made them come alive for me…There aren’t many places left to go…

Mouse to Catherine: You are good at finding and taking.

Mouse with explosives: He’s my friend too, Catherine. If you die, he will kill me anyway. Go now.

Mouse : Used a touch too much!
Winslow: Only Mouse I know with nine lives!

Father: Mouse…Catherine…I have no words to thank you…

Vincent: Catherine…
Catherine: I have never been so frightened.
Vincent: your courage saved our lives.
Catherine: I felt like I was losing the best part of myself. ..I would have done anything…It wasn’t courage, Vincent, it was love.

China Moon

Vincent: Marriage should be a time of joy…
Lin: Not in Chinatown!

Dr Wong: Poor Boy…What can he hope to give her?
Vincent: His heart.

Vincent: Why does it sometimes seem that the world conspires to keep lovers apart?
Catherine: Or brings them together when it is impossible?

Vincent:…Chinatown is another world, apart from both of ours.

Father: Dr Wong wants what is best for Lin.
Vincent: Only Lin knows what is best for Lin.

Father:…Then you and I must share the responsibility for OUR decision.

Vincent: This is our home they threaten. We will do what we must.
Henry: You don’t know them…
Vincent: Chan doesn’t know us.

Vincent: They have given us no choice.
Father: None.

Catherine to Vincent: Come back to me, Vincent.

Chan: You are truly a demon.
Vincent: All men are demons when their homes and loved ones are at risk.
Chan:…What would you do now? Kill me? Only a monster kills an unarmed man….Unfortunate that you are an honorable man.

Priest: May you enter this marriage with love and respect for one another. May your years together be blessed by children. Your love, the sum of your being, must be cherished unto the end of your days. For love is truly the strongest of bonds. Yet for all its strength, love is also delicate like a Locus Flower and requires care. Let your courage to love serve as an inspiration to all who climb the highest mountain and cross the great waters in love’s name.

Vincent: You looked so beautiful…for a moment…I let myself dream…
Catherine: So did I.
Vincent: They have a lifetime together…Our time together is always measured---minutes---seconds…
Catherine: then we must learn to measure our lifetime in another way.
Vincent: Yes…..

The Alchemist

Vincent: Catherine, since that night when I found you in the park, I've felt in you, time and again, a need to confront your fear... As you did last night.
Catherine: Why are you telling me this?
Vincent: I don't want what happened to you to cause you to take unnecessary risks.
Catherine: Vincent, they needed my help.
Vincent: You survived once.
Catherine: It's because I survived then that I'm doing this now... so that others are spared.

Vincent: Who can this be, Father?
Father: A man…No one you know. We banished him from this place before you were born. It was our first real test of government. His name was John Pater, but he called himself by another name, Paracelsus.
Vincent: The alchemist?
Father: Yes. John's model... philosopher, scientist, magician... and John was all of those things. A large part of what we have created here we owe to him.
Vincent: What happened?
Father: What happened? I don't know. I think, perhaps, in trying to seek knowledge, he began to desire power.
Vincent: And so, you exiled him.
Father: He wouldn't go at first. Finally, he was forcibly taken beyond the perimeter.
Vincent: And now? Do you know where he is now?
Father: (nods)

Father: John?
Paracelsus: How did you find me?
Father: We've always known where you were. We have looked in on you from time to time.
Paracelsus: Your compassion will kill you one day, Jacob.
Father: It wasn't compassion. It was self interest - making sure you didn't try to return.

Paracelsus: So they call you Father now. I heard it through the pipes. Ingenious
idea, communicating on those pipes.
F: Yes, it was ingenious... of you, John.
Paracelsus: 'Father.' …I imagine you like that. It gives you all the authority you need, without making you sound like a despot.... But underneath everything, you're no different from me.
Father: I am different.
Paracelsus: What was your little idea? A family of individuals…living according to a higher standard. How uninspired, Jacob, how small-minded…We could have been gods, you and I.

Paracelsus: Am I wrong, or is this place beyond your influence? Isn't that why I'm here... in exile?
Father: I was only asking-
Paracelsus: Asking?! Asking? Tell me, what right do you have to ask me anything? What power do you bring here?

Vincent: Catherine, you must live according to your conscience, just as we must live according to the laws that have allowed us to survive.

Vincent: We are all agreed that what is at stake here is the greater good of both worlds. Some coarse of action, anything, is better then to allow all that we are, all that we have built be held hostage to one man’s evil.
Father: What do you propose?
Vincent: I can stop Paracelsus from leaving the tunnels with his poison…It will give us time to decide on a more permanent solution.

Father to Catherine: I can't let you go close to him; he's unpredictable. I thought perhaps…if he heard your voice---the empathic connection that you share might somehow get through to him.

Catherine: What is it, Vincent? What are you thinking?
Vincent: How ashamed I am, that you saw me as I was. How grateful I am that you were there. You saved my life, Catherine.

Vincent: You can’t understand how I feel.
Father: …it is not your responsibility to decide…
Vincent: It is mine! I have seen the demons Paracelsus has unleashed, felt them inside of me. How can I explain…become disconnected…as if the dark side of your imagination eclipses all compassion, all dignity…I must go…

Vincent: Paracelsus.
Paracelsus: Vincent.
Vincent: You know my name?
Paracelsus: I know more about you than you think...
Vincent: I don't wish to harm you. But you must leave this place.
Paracelsus: Leave? By whose judgement?
Vincent: Mine.
Paracelsus: What does Falstaff say? That “the better part of valor is discretion”? Of course I will. I will do as you say. But wouldn't you like to hear me first? Or are you content to accept Father's story? Found as a babe outside St Vincent's hospital? Did you really believe that all these years?… I know the truth. Aren't you at all curious to know why you are the way you are?

Vincent: Catherine, I understand why you expose yourself to danger.
Catherine: Because there are some risks worth taking.
Vincent: And there are some things worth risking everything for.

Temptation

Catherine(to Doctor about scar): Its been the most wonderful year of my life.

Father: Vincent, come and take a look at these, Mouse's diagrams for his new project… A ventilation system for the deepest chambers. Conceptually brilliant, but quite impossible to execute. Still, I suppose even da Vinci had his off days.

Father: Narcissa and her wild tales…why this interest in mythical caverns?
Vincent: Actually, I am in search of a gift.
Father: For Catherine?
Vincent: It's been a year since she first came into my life.
Father: I just shudder to think what the next year may bring... You know, Vincent, I used to rue the day that you two met.
Vincent: I know.
Father: I never dreamed I'd one day look on Catherine…with the fondness that I do.
Vincent: It's been a time filled with things we never dreamed of… It's been the most miraculous year of my life.
Father: You know, you two share something quite extraordinary…Something that touches the best in all of us.
Vincent: To hear those words coming from you, it must.
Father: You mean, there's still hope, even for an old man like me?
Vincent: Always.

Rainer Marie Rilke - Letters to a Young Poet, Letter 8 – Excerpt

"How should we be able to forget those ancient myths that are at the beginning of all peoples,the myths about dragons that at the last moment turn into princesses; perhaps all the dragons of our lives are princesses who are only waiting to see us once beautiful and brave. Perhaps everything terrible is in its deepest being something helpless that wants help from us. So you must not be frightened if a sadness rises up before you larger than any you have ever seen; if a restiveness, like light and cloudshadows, passes over your hands and over all you do. You must think that something is happening with you, that life has not forgotten you, that it holds you in its hand; it will not let you fall.”

Vincent (in awe of the cavern): Narcissa and her wild tales.

Mouse: What's it like, Vincent, to have a love?
Vincent: People have been searching for the words for centuries. I think that for each person it must be something very different. For me... it was the beginning of a new life... and the end of my aloneness.

Catherine: It was a year ago, tonight.
Vincent: How remarkable you are…remembering such a dark moment…with dancing lights.
Catherine: It's a time for celebration. I found hope again that night… I found you.
Vincent: I have something for you. I wanted to give you something from my world, something for you to carry with you…A keepsake. (The crystal.)
Catherine: Vincent, it's beautiful!
Vincent: It comes from our deepest chamber. It reminds me of a piece of eternity.
Catherine: I'll cherish it.... I wanted you to have a part of me to hold close. When I was little, I was terrified of the dark, and I used to have an awful time falling asleep. My mother gave me this rose, and she told me that, whenever I got frightened, to hold the rose, and to think of her, and to know that wherever she was, she was thinking of me. It helped me to go to sleep... Until you came into my life, Vincent, I'd forgotten how it felt to know that there is someone thinking of me…Someone who knows who I am…Someone that I'm connected to.
Vincent: Every moment since that night, I'm reminded of what a gift life is.

Promises of Someday

Devin (to Vincent at gate): What are you doing here, anyway? It's like you knew I was gonna be here!
Vincent: Catherine saw you last night at the carousel and followed you here.
Devin: Catherine? You mean, Chandler, from the D.A.'s office? ... Small world. So, you have a Helper in the D.A.'s office?
Vincent: Catherine is... more than just a Helper.
Devin: Things change, I guess.

Devin:…Weird, isn't it? I've been to Casablanca, the Himalayas, Paris... All over the world - everywhere south of Oz and north of Shangri-La - and I dream about a hole in the ground!
Vincent: It's not so weird... when that hole in the ground is home.

Father: …But then, Devin, I always knew, even when you were a boy, that if you made up your mind to apply yourself, you'd do great things.

Vincent (to Catherine): …I had other friends, others who grew up with me in the tunnels, but Devin... Devin was the only one who... was irresponsible enough to dream dreams…that included me.

Father (of Devin): Some relationships can only bring us pain, no matter how much we wish otherwise.

Vincent (to Father): …You were a father not only to me, but to anyone who needed one. You were there for more children that I can name…

Devin (written on an envelope): Yes, I'm a fraud. But I'm a good fraud.

Down to a Sunless Sea

“In Xanadu did Kubla Khan
A stately pleasure-dome decree:
Where Alph, the sacred river, ran
Through caverns measureless to man
Down to a sunless sea.
So twice five miles of fertile ground
With walls and towers were girdled round:
And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills,
Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree;
And here were forests ancient as the hills,…”
(Samuel Taylor Coleridge - Kubla Khan)

Stephen: Maybe it’s better to forget and smile, than to remember and be sad.

Stephen: Where did you get that? (scar)
Catherine: Hum….Long story.
Stephen: Do you know I actually think scars are beautiful? They are rather like a road map to a person’s past. Proof that the worst wounds heal…I have scars too, you just can’t see them.

Catherine: I don’t really know what I am feeling.
Vincent: Did you love this man once?
Catherine: Once. And I still feel an obligation for him. I don’t know why. Maybe because of his illness…maybe because of the intimacy we once had.
Vincent: (inaudible)
Catherine: We were happy for awhile…Life seemed so simple then…
Vincent: (vision)
Catherine: What is it?
Vincent: I don’t know.
Catherine: There was such fear on your face….I’ve never seen that before.
Vincent: Are you afraid, Catherine?
Catherine: Of what?
Vincent: This man coming back into your life?
Catherine: Is that what you are sensing?
Vincent: Perhaps.
Catherine: I don’t think afraid is the right word….Curious, maybe…about the road not taken. What my life would have held…and guilty, because I knew I hurt him.

Vincent: Its irrational…I cannot explain it.
Father: Then why don’t you try, Vincent.
Vincent: A powerful image, a foreboding…everytime I think of her.
Father: A foreboding? You mean some manifestation of the empathy you share?
Vincent: No. This is different.
Father: Well, Vincent, I remember the last time a man came into her life….
Vincent: Please, Father, these feelings are real.
Father: I am not disputing the feelings themselves, only the source of the feelings.
Vincent: You think I am the source?
Father: I can understand that…This man is someone with whom Catherine shared the dreams of a lifetime. A life, unfortunately, that you and she could never have.
Vincent: It does not explain the vision…the threat.
Father: The threat to her…or the threat to you, Vincent?

Catherine: I don't understand.
Vincent: I'm not certain myself. I have nothing more than a feeling. An image that evaporates whenever I try to touch it.
Catherine: Are you sure this even has anything to do with me?
Vincent: You provoke the image. The thought of you…even your name, brings it to my eyes.
Catherine: What do you expect me to do? I've told you what I'm thinking. You already feel everything I feel! And now you say I'm in danger, only you can't tell me from whom, or why?
Vincent: Because I don't know myself.
Catherine: Is this fair of you? You know I value your words above all others!
Vincent: Catherine, I fear for you.
Catherine: And I am supposed to take that fear up into the world and live with it? Tonight, when I see Stephen?
Vincent: Don't go.
Catherine: He is my friend, Vincent, and I care about him. He's dying, and at the very least I owe him my trust.
Vincent: Catherine--
Catherine: He's dying, Vincent. And I'm all he has!

Vincent: Have you seen him?
Catherine: They wouldn't let me... Don't be ashamed, Vincent. You only did what you had to do.
Vincent: I know that.
Catherine: I was the one who was unfair. I just thought that you were feeling betrayed. I forgot for a moment how you trust me. I should have trusted you.... How did you know?
Vincent: I knew…because... somehow, somewhere deep inside, you--you must have known.

Fever

Cullen (to Jamie): And the white king is gonna be--guess who? Father! You know, leaning on his stick, books under his arm... He'll fuss and fume, but secretly, he's gonna love it.

Catherine(rummaging in box): Just a few odds and ends from around the house.
Vincent(chuckles, pulling item from box): You should…learn to remove the price tags from your “odds and ends.”
Catherine(holding up sweater to Father): My father bought this when he took up skiing, and put it in the drawer after one trip down the slopes. What do you think?
Cullen: It's him…Father, that is definitely you.
Father: The sweater? Yes, well, it's just what I need for when I... go skiing.

Mouse: Time? Easy! Early--come before Mouse. Late--come after.

Vincent: Catherine, your gifts brought much joy today.
Catherine: I wish I could do more. There's so many things I wish I could give you.
Vincent: But you give of yourself--your generosity, friendship--to all of us. There is no more than that.
Catherine: You know what I mean.
Vincent: Well, with what our friends bring to us and what the world Above casts aside, we have everything we need.

Mouse (gives gift to C): You give. I give…Have to go now…Help Father…He’s lost without Mouse.

Vincent (to Cullen): Listen to Father.
Cullen: What are you going to do if I don’t? Kill me!

Catherine: It is a disease that comes from my world. It is called “Greed”.

Vincent: We can’t do this. If we throw this treasure into the Abyss, we admit defeat. It has beaten us…There may be no place for it in our world, but there are others in the world Above who go hungry and homeless. Although, we live apart from them, we cannot deny that we are all a part of each other and this city. We cannot turn our backs while there is a chance to help. We cannot turn our back.

Catherine: I wonder what they must think?
Vincent: That it was a miracle...

Everything is Everything

Vincent (to Geoffrey): You find the words ‘boring’ because you are merely reading them. Words are nothing but cold and lifeless things unless you use your mind and your heart to interpret them.

Catherine(forcing Tony to take a bath): Okay. But I want results! Use the soap--don't steal it!

Vincent: What concerns you so?
Catherine: He claims to be a gypsy…He’s lied to me. He stole from me… and yet I can’t help caring about him. I am feeling that somehow… he wants my help.

Vincent: How beautifully you read.
Catherine: I remember the first time you read to me. How safe I felt--the comfort I found in your voice. I wanted to share that.

Catherine: Underneath all the ’bravado” is a very frightened little boy. I can’t imagine what his life is like…

Vincent( to Grandfather): …You will have your grandson back…Can there be a greater treasure?

Tony: Being alone makes you tough.
Catherine: Well, sometimes 'tough' doesn't make loneliness go away.

Vincent: A boy…rejected by his own flesh and blood for the sake of a tradition.
Father: The law and tradition is the only permanence in a gypsy’s life. They are people without a country and they depend upon their laws and their traditions to maintain their culture.

Vincent: Yes, but the cost Father…To be abandon by those you love…The pain would be unbearable.

Tony: I--I've never seen anyone like you before!
Vincent: There's never been anyone like me before.

Vincent (to Tony): The truth makes you strong.

Tony: Wait! I owe you…and a Gypsy never forgets. Thank Vincent for me.
Catherine: I will…Maybe I will see you around..
Tony: Count on it!

Catherine (to Vincent about Tony): I think he stole a piece of my heart.
Vincent: You helped him find his way home again, Catherine. No one could ever give a child a better gift.
Catherine: It came from both of us.

Episode readings:

“Romeo and Juliet” by William Shakespeare, Act 1, Scene 4, lines 100-120. (BTW, Vincent is Romeo)

“The Elephant’s Child” in Just So Stories by Rubyard Kipling

Music at recital: Beethoven’s “Minuet in G”

To Reign in Hell

Vincent (narrator to the children): Our world is in mourning now…Though it is painful, each of us must try to find meaning in what has come to pass. We must find hope in this time of great sorrow and sacrifice. We must never forget what has happened or why, so that the story will live always and so that one day you can tell your own children.
Child: Tell us, Vincent.
Vincent: It began a long time ago, when our world was very young. There was a man, who, with Father, helped to plant the very seeds of our civilization. But even then his evil side began to grow, until it overshadowed all that was good. He was banished, yet we were never truly free of him. And then one night, his evil visited the world Above…

Father: I know Paracelsus. As twisted as his mind may be, it's still very complex, filled with designs and structures. No, Vincent, I assure you: if he intended to kill Catherine, he would have done so already... He's luring you, calling you away from this place of safety.
Vincent: I have no choice but to try and find her.
Father: I know.
Vincent: Why is he doing this, Father?
Father: Why? Because in his mind you are the one person that prevents his return to this world, a world which he still considers to be his own. Know the consequences of this action may stretch far beyond Catherine.... The whole future of what we've built here is in balance. Vincent, you must be careful. Expect anything. Remember, Paracelsus has misled you before.
Vincent: I haven't forgotten.
Father: Whatever he tells you, remember this: there's a truth beyond knowledge.
Vincent: I will remember, Father.

Vincent(to Winslow & Pascal): You are my friends…I accept your help……Then we go, together, the three of us.

Catherine: Why? Why have you brought me here?
Paracelsus:Must there be a reason?
Catherine: Yes.
Paracelsus: I was exiled from my home, from the world I created, by the man you call Father. Even then, he wouldn't allow me to live in peace.
Catherine: I know the story. Fifty people died because of you.
Paracelsus: I killed no one. They died because they were fools.
Catherine: They were weak. There's a difference!
Paracelsus: Ah, but you're not weak, are you, Catherine? You're strong. Intrepid.
Catherine: What do you want with me?
Paracelsus: Once a person is visited by violence, everything changes. Isn’t that so? Meeche(sp) said, ”That which does not kill me, makes me stronger.” Well, I am stronger now!
Catherine” You still have not answered my question.
Paracelsus: Vincent is the answer to your question. He is all that stands between Father and me, in more ways then one. (Shows C burns on face) And this is why I must destroy him!
Catherine: I am not afraid.
Paracelsus: You will be. You see, Vincent is also coming here to watch you die.

Vincent(after hearing Narcissa’s warning): She is my life. I am bound by my heart to go on.

Narcissa: Vincent, the man, who you know as Paracelsus... He is not alone. There are those down here who follow him, protect him. They are the simple ones, the lost ones.

Pascal: Um...
Winslow: What is it?
Pascal: I don't think I can make this jump.
Winslow: I can't hear you.
Pascal: I said I don't think I can make this jump! OK!
Winslow: You're afraid, aren't you?
Pascal: I'm not afraid--I'm just not... especially fond of heights.
Winslow: Okaaaay... How about if I count to three, and if your butt's not off of here by then I'll push you. One... two... THREE! (Pascal jumps)
Psacal (down rope): Winslow!
Winslow (eyeing rope.)Yeah! Yeah! I’m coming… Shoulda gone on that diet. Well, it's too late now!

Pascal: I studied everything he ever wrote. The early manuals were brilliant. Codes, schematics... It's hard to believe he's the same man.
Vincent: Paracelsus is not the same man. What he's done proves that.
Pascal: Oh, I know that. It still makes me sad... All that intellect and energy, just...
Winslow: You got a heart like a soft-boiled egg, you know that?

Winslow: I remember Paracelsus from when I was a kid. Times were bad, resources were scarce, people were scared. Paracelsus took advantage. Oh, he was convincing. Smart. People started to follow him.
Vincent: Not Father.
Winslow: He was the one that saved us. He reminded us that we were family…that we had to stand by each other. Oh, you'd have been proud of him. His strength. His conviction! Without him...
Vincent: Paracelsus might have prevailed.
Winslow: But... he was never the same after that.
Vincent: Why?
Winslow: Because once, they were friends.

Winslow: So what's on your mind? You've been awfully quiet ever since we left this morning.
Vincent: I'm just... thinking. Wondering.
Winslow: About Catherine.
Vincent: If she's really in danger, why can't I feel her fear?
Winslow: We'll get her back, don't worry.

Winslow: Vincent... I want you to know that I'm not just doing this because of Paracelsus. It's for Catherine, too, she's... a good woman. I always said that. What's between you two is something I've never felt, myself. But seeing it--I know it's real. I believe in it.

Vincent (Winslow’s Eulogy): Winslow loved all of us fiercely. We were his family. Nothing could ever change that for him. Not conflict, nor anger... not even death. Winslow will always be a part of us, in our hearts. Let us remember him for his strength and his courage. ..He'll continue to live through us, through our memory of him. (inaudible) Now is the time to mourn…and the pain will soften, I promise.

Paracelsus: Vincent is close.
Catherine: I know.

Paracelsus: You're really not afraid to die, are you?
Catherine: No.
Paracelsus: Not even as you watch the stage being built... Don't you feel anything?
Catherine: Sadness.
Paracelsus: About dying?
Catherine: About you. And the world you helped create. Vincent has told me. Your vision. Your ideals. All wasted.
Paracelsus: Taken from me.
Catherine: Still--wasted. Now all you want to do is destroy…Something. Someone you don't even know.
Paracelsus: Then you perceive my life to be... contradictory?
Catherine: No. Tragic.
Paracelsus: Don't you see? It doesn't end with your death, or Vincent's. This is only the beginning.
Catherine: The beginning? Of what?
Paracelsus: Reclaiming what is mine. After all these years, I've decided to go home!

Paracelsus: Better to reign in hell than serve in heaven, eh Vincent?
Vincent: Paracelsus.
Paracelsus: Milton, actually.

Paracelsus: Now it is your turn to listen. To know my pain, my grief of seeing the only things I ever loved torn away…but it wasn’t just me, there were others…You. You were betrayed, Vincent. You call him 'Father,' but it was I who found you, wrapped in rags, starving. It was I who named you 'Vincent.' And it was I who cared for you all those months. Even Father didn't think you'd live. But I--I fed you, I... bathed you. And you did live. Don't you see, Vincent? He wouldn't let me take you. When I was exiled he made me leave you behind! I loved you. You were mine…You don't believe me.
Vincent: What would you have me believe…that you loved…and are now capable of this?
Paracelsus: Now is the time for retribution!
Vincent: Then…you never really knew love.

Vincent: Catherine... On the journey, I felt for the first time, as if somehow you were lost to me. I knew you were in danger and yet I could sense no fear.
Catherine: I was afraid, Vincent, but I couldn't allow myself to feel the fear.
Vincent: You didn't want to draw me.
Catherine: I couldn't.
Vincent: You would sacrifice so much...
Catherine: I would sacrifice everything, for you.... What Paracelsus said, about your past--
Vincent: Before I left, Father told me something that I am just now beginning to understand. He said that there is a truth, beyond knowledge…beyond everything you could ever hope to know.
Catherine: Yes.
Vincent: And that truth... is love.

Vincent(narrator): So, you see…Winslow knew the truth all along. He valued love enough to die for it, as something worth protecting at any cost. He knew it as the force to bind us together, and in the end, his death allowed our love to live.

Ozymandias

Elliot: Mr. Maxwell, I already have a key to the city and you would be amazed at how few doors it unlocks.

Elliot: ...I hate to sleep. It is such a waste of precious time.
Catherine: We all need to sleep. We need to dream.
Elliot: I know about dreams…

Elliot (showing picture of Tower): This is the stuff dreams are made of.
Catherine: You have built skyscrapers before…
Elliot: They were just…buildings…This…I have waited my whole life to build this tower. Look at it. It is 152 stories of offices and apartments and shops. Theatres. Botanical Gardens. 9 restaurants. A six story waterfall in the Atrium…A city within a city!
Catherine: Restaurants and a waterfall will not make it any less…less…
Elliot: Large?
Catherine: It is going to impact the lives of thousands of people. It will change the whole neighborhood, the city.
Elliot: Change is not always bad, Cathy…

Elliot (showing the slides): I remember the first time I saw the skyline of New York. Empire State. Chrysler Building. I looked at them and I knew this was where I belonged. This was a town where anything was possible. This town made me what I am, Cathy…And now, I am going to give something back.

Vincent (with C in the painted tunnels): Your world and mine…She tells our stories on these walls. Reminds us that we are all part of one great city.
Catherine: She must be an extraordinary woman to take bare, gray walls and fill them with so much color and beauty.
Vincent: Elizabeth is a mystery even to us. No one knows when she left the world Above or why. She refuses to speak of such things.

Vincent (after explosion rocks tunnel): Most excavations stop well above our levels, but this new tower sinks its roots deep into the earth, deeper then any building has ever gone before.
Catherine: The Burch Tower?
Vincent: …If it is not stopped…Father thinks it will be the end of our world.

Elizabeth: Vincent! Come closer, Child! Come see what I have been doing. (shows painting of V and Erilk)
Vincent: It is as if you saw it with your own eyes.
Elizabeth: I did…in a way. You are not my only visitor, you know. Mouse brings me my paints. Sometimes Mary comes or Sarah. They tell me stories and I put the stories on the wall…So, it is not magic after all. I leave that kind of thing to Narcissa.
Vincent: You have your own magic.

Elizabeth: …I am not finished! You have to finish what you start.

Elizabeth: This is my life, Vincent. Here on these walls…You didn’t think I was going to live forever, did you Child?

Father: The excavation will reveal at least four levels, possibly five or six. And even if we start sealing up all the surrounding tunnels today, there is no way to minimize the exposure. Evacuation is the only answer.

Vincent: Elizabeth says they are her life. Who are we to tell her she is wrong.

Vincent(about Mouse’s plan): Your heart does you credit.

Catherine (to Luz):…Sometimes our commitment can blind us.

Father: It is all being taken away from us, Vincent. The work of a lifetime…Everything we built, lost.
Vincent: What is lost can be found again, built again. As long as we have each other our world will survive.
Father: I wish I could believe that.

Mouse: Look, just another stupid tower. They’ve got plenty Uptop. Don’t need this one.

Elizabeth(about Mouse):…He is a rather odd boy…Have you noticed?

Elliot: Trust is a two way street.
Catherine: You cannot barter for trust, Elliot…and I cannot tell you what you want to know. I made a promise.
Elliot(about Mouse): Why should I let him go?
Catherine: Because I am asking you to.

Vincent: Catherine will not fail us.

Father: …Mouse is such a wild spirit…
Vincent: Whatever happens, Mouse will survive. He survived for years by himself. A shadow. Moving about. Stealing bits of food. Watching us…
Father: Until you caught him. I remember how he kicked and screamed…

Father: Mouse, I hope this experience has taught you a lesson.
Mouse: Yes.
Father: Good.
Mouse: Shouldn’t get caught.

Vincent: Your heart is full of turmoil.
Catherine: It’s Elliot…It was so easy when I thought I was falling in love...and even easier when I was certain he was evil.
Vincent: Now, you see him as he truly is…good and bad, strong and weak…Capable of great deeds and great wrongs. A human being.
Catherine: Yes and with human feelings…I feel like I am trading on his feelings.

Elliot: I never felt like this before…After I released your friend, my security foreman called me up and, very politely, asked me if I have lost my mind.
Catherine: You did the right thing.
Elliot: Yeah…I seem to be making a habit of that with you…Cathy, I am in love with you! I have had other relationships, but from the very first moment I set eyes on you, I knew you were different. Then…when you walked out of my life---that was really different---and I wanted you twice as much.
Catherine: Because you could not have me. That is obsession, Elliot, that is not love.
Elliot: At first, yes…But when you came to me and you needed my help, right then I knew I could make you mine. I know desperation when I see it…When someone has something I want I take it. I go for the win that is what I do, what I am…No, it is what I have become…But not that day. Why?
Catherine: Because you are a decent man who could not turn his back on a friend.
Elliot: I don’t have any friends, Cathy. Somewhere on the Way Up friends became…inconvenient.
Catherine: Love can be inconvenient too.
Elliot: You don’t have to tell me that. Do you think I want to be this out of control? I feel like a 14 year old boy, confused and awkward and scared. I’m never scared, Cathy. I don’t allow myself to be scared. And despite everything, I’d rather be right here with you more than anywhere else on earth. There is nothing I can do about the past, but there is plenty we can do about the future together. Cathy, I am asking you to marry me.
Catherine: Elliot…
Elliot: Don’t say anything. Not now. All I ask is for you to think about it, seriously, after you have had a little sleep.
Catherine: Sleep is not going to change anything…
Elliot: It might. Give me that much at least. I did not ask for this, Cathy, but it is real and I do love you. And I would do anything in this world to make you happy, if you give me the chance.

Joe (about Luz): the next time they need a name for a hurricane, I know what I am going to suggest.

V: Catherine, no!
C: I have to. It's the only way. With Luz discredited, nothing stands in the way of the tower. Elliot leaked the story, I'm sure of it. Luz stood in his way, so he removed her, and used me to do it.
V: How can you even consider a union with such a man?
C: He's a human being, strong and weak, good and bad. You said so yourself, Vincent. And he loves me, as much as a man like Elliot can love.
V: But you do not love this man!
C: No. But there is more at stake than just me here. The painted tunnels, Elizabeth, Father and Mouse, all the children who have found safety Below. And you, you most of all…Vincent, you have risked your life for me a hundred times. How can I stand by and watch your world be destroyed when I have the power to save it?
V: I cannot allow you to sacrifice yourself in such a way.
C: I'm sorry, Vincent, but it's not your decision. I'm going to marry him. I have to.

Catherine: Yes, Elliot, I will marry you.
Elliot: Oh, that is wonderful! Oh, you won’t be sorry………
Catherine: I want you to halt construction on the tower.
Elliot: Stop the--- Is this a joke?
Catherine: No joke. You said you loved me, do anything for me…
Elliot: O, Cathy...No,no,no… You don’t understand…The tower is the most important thing in my life besides you…the two of us on top…watching down below…taking in the sights…
Catherine: No! It can’t be!
Elliot: Yes!
Catherine: It is just a building, Elliot. People are more important than buildings, more important then dreams even…If you pick up that phone and stop that tower right now, I will know you believe that too…And I will marry you…trust you.
Elliot(anguished): I can’t!
Catherine: I understand.

Vincent: I thought I would never see your face again. When you walked away from me, there was such resolve in your heart.
Catherine: That was the hardest thing I have done in my life.
Vincent: And the noblest.
Catherine: Every step was like a knife inside me. All my love for you was calling me back.
Vincent: But a greater love drove you onward. Your strength saved us all…Yet…I share your melancholy.
Catherine: I was just thinking of Elliot…Vincent, you helped me find the best part of who I am…But Elliot, he has lost more than his tower, he has lost himself.

Vincent’s reading:
Ozymandias byPercy Bysshe

I met a traveler from an antique land,
Who said - two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert ... Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed;
And on the pedestal, these words appear:
My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings,
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.

A Happy Life

Charles Chandler: Every year when this day comes around it brings something different. I cannot believe its been 20 years.
Catherine:…The loss of her and what that meant…her memory…all the things we never got to share…what would she think of me now?
Charles Chandler: She very much wanted you to have a happy life.

Nancy: …Is there a man in your life? Are you in love?…..That is a very enigmatic look.
Catherine: It’s rather complicated.
Nancy: Oh, it always was with you. The guys you ended up with never understood you.
Catherine: This one does!

Nancy: …Does he make you happy? That's all that matters, Cathy.

Catherine: I didn't know that she'd been sick for a long time. I was ten when she died.
Vincent: Your sadness must have been overwhelming.
Catherine: It was. But what I felt this morning, what I feel now, is deeper and more terrifying than anything I felt then.
Vincent: Yes?
Catherine: Loss. A terrible feeling of loss…and not just my mother, for a part of my life. A safety. A simplicity. Things that I've never been able to know before. I saw an old friend today, and I looked at her and I knew that she had those things. I was happy for her but... it made me sad.
Vincent: Perhaps these feelings, these memories, are calling out to remind you.
Catherine: Of what?
Vincent: Of something you need.
Catherine: I don't know…
Vincent: Of what you long for.
Catherine: My life is full of complications and risks. I don't know how to have a simple life.
Vincent: Catherine, your mother's memory reminds you of your aloneness. Of the family you lost when she died. Of all the friends you left behind when our paths crossed. Because that secret that you carry now, our secret, sets you apart--from your past, your friends, even from the family you are yet to have, the children waiting to be born. Catherine, the burden you bear with that secret is your aloneness... Know that our bond, our dream, exists at the cost of all your other dreams. Know that, Catherine.
Catherine: It's worth it.

Catherine(talking to Crafton): …Like my life is impossible…like I will never be able to find happiness…Everything seems hopeless…everything…my life. What use to make me happy suddenly makes me---feels painful, tragic.

Catherine: It's a relationship I'm involved in… A relationship I've never talked about with anyone....

Crafton: Is it that he doesn't want to take part in your life? Or, you don't want him to?
Catherine: He can't.
Crafton: Why not?
Catherine: He's... not able to. He has to live separate and part from me, from my life…for reasons I'm not able to go into.
Crafton: Do you want to end it?
Catherine: No. I don't want to.
Crafton: What do you think you're getting out of this relationship?
Catherine: Everything. He gives me everything. All the things I never had before.
Crafton: So what's the problem?
Catherine: A part of me wants to go and be with him, live with him in his world... And a part of me is just a woman living in New York and trying to be happy.
Crafton: And that feels impossible.
Catherine: It is impossible.

Father: What is it? What's distracting you so? As if I had to ask.
Vincent: She's in great turmoil.... Don't worry yourself about me, Father.
Father: I sometimes feel... I'm standing on the bank of a raging river, watching you try to swim across. How can I not worry? I'd be a fool. And yet Vincent, at the same time, I have to marvel at your courage.
Vincent: Catherine swims across that river as well. She faces the same dangers, shows the same courage. And in many ways the toll on her is even greater.
Father: You really think that's so?
Vincent: On her side of the river there is no one standing on the bank, watching. On her side of the river there is no one praying for her safe passage. On her side of the river, Father, there is no one but Catherine.
Father: Then I shall stand watch, and pray, for both of you.

Catherine: He's overcome tremendous hardship. He's suffered great pain. Yet, he has the most beautiful spirit. The most generous heart of anyone I've ever known. And it pains me to know that we can never have a life together.
Crafton: How can that fulfill you?
Catherine: It does fulfill me, in ways I never knew existed! It's the rest of my life that doesn't seem to fit.
Crafton: Then how can you find the happiness that you say you want? ... You do want to be happy? ... Well, it's just that I'm wondering, whether or not you’re using this impossible, problematic situation with Vincent to avoid a commitment to the real thing.
Catherine: It is the real thing.

Joe: You know, you work yourself too hard, and I take advantage.
Catherine: We all work too hard.
Joe: But I pushed it. I knew you were trying to prove yourself.
Catherine: And you gave me a chance to. It’s OK.
Joe: I owe you, Radcliffe.

Vincent: I'm here.... Catherine... Tell me.
Catherine: Tonight I went to a piano recital. I was actually feeling okay. And then I sat down, and he started to play the Grieg Piano Concerto, the one that we heard in the park that night.
Vincent: Was it beautiful?
Catherine: Yes, it was beautiful. And I kept remembering how much you loved it. And I wanted you there with me, so badly. It became unbearable to me. Almost physically painful! I just had to run. I actually ran from it. What are we going to do? We have to do something, before there's nothing left for either of us!
Vincent: This was the risk we faced.
Catherine: And now, what?
Vincent: Now…Perhaps we awaken from our dream, return to our lives.
Catherine: No. Let me come Below, let me live in your world. Let me try!
Vincent: Catherine, you have a life Above. To leave now would be to turn your back on who you are, who you've become...that you must never do.
Catherine: Vincent, what am I to do?
Vincent: Oh, you're in such pain, I know.
Catherine: Vincent... I don't think I have the strength to continue.
Vincent: Then you mustn't continue.
Catherine: Maybe if I just went away for a while--
Vincent: Catherine, it must end!
Catherine: No!
Vincent: It must.
Catherine: I don't want that! How can you say that?
Vincent: To see you in such pain, because you dare to love... knowing that I'm the reason, the cause of that pain, is more than I can bear to live with! It mocks our dream. So it must end.... Catherine, you have a life, waiting to be lived….Let the memory of what we are, of what we shared, remind you that love, in its deepest and purest form, exists.... Use that memory to give you the courage to love someone else.
Catherine: I can't.
Vincent: You must.

Vincent (voice over): What we shared will never die. I'll always be with you. Goodbye, Catherine. Be happy.

Catherine's dream:
Catherine: Oh, Vincent.
Vincent: You hair... the sunlight in your hair is so beautiful. Catherine... The colors, it's like another world.
Catherine: I feel like I'm seeing it for the first time.
Vincent: Where shall we go?
Catherine: Everywhere! I want to show you everything!
Vincent: And we can go together?
Catherine: Yes, together!
Vincent: Catherine, how can this be?
Catherine: Because it's what I wished for. More than anything!

Vincent: I dreamed of this.
Catherine: The two of us, in the sunshine.... Vincent, you are so beautiful.
Vincent: Catherine, I'm a part of you. What you see in me is the beauty in your heart.
Catherine: It's all so perfect. This moment. I've never been so happy.
Vincent: If only it could last forever.
Catherine: It can. It will! I love you so much!

Catherine: It just tears me apart that we can never share a life together.
Nancy: You’re sure there is nothing else you can do?
Catherine: I’m sure.
Nancy: Then maybe it’s enough…

Nancy:…but it is not the only path…

Catherine: I guess the anniversary of my mom’s death reminded me of all those choices. Forced me to look at myself and wonder what would she think of me, would she be proud. Does my life honor her memory? All these things, I don’t know.

Nancy: Cathy, of all of us, you're the one that's come the greatest distance and gone the farthest. I mean, when you were in law school we used to joke about you majoring in “Fashion Law!” You've overcome a terrible accident, you've changed your life. Now you're giving to others. You have this extraordinary relationship. You should be so proud of yourself. We're all so proud. And to hell with what anyone else thinks about what you should or shouldn't do!
Nancy: When all is said and done, you've got to follow your heart. It's the only thing you can ever really count on.
Catherine: That's what Vincent always says.
Nancy: Will we ever meet him?
Catherine: I'm beginning to think that anything is possible.

Catherine: You said, Follow your heart. It can’t wait.

Catherine: Oh, forgive me! Forgive me for doubting! What we have is all that matters! It's worth everything!
Vincent: Everything?!
(The kiss that should have been)

Chamber Music

Joe: …You're really attracted to these culture types, aren't you?
Catherine: I don't think you could call what I'm attracted to a”'type.”
Joe: No, but you know what I mean. These smooth guys who go to concerts, and know all about wine, take you to all the right places...
Catherine: Not exactly.
Joe: Well, all I'm saying is there must be a reason you haven't hooked up with one of these guys yet.
Catherine: Any theories?
Joe: I'm only talking as a friend now.
Catherine: I'm listening.
Joe: Well, obviously you're not getting what you need. Maybe you need something else.
Catherine: Joe, I hesitate to ask, but I'm dying to know. What do you think I need?…Tell me.
Joe: Radcliffe, you need someone who's more, ah...
Catherine: More...?
Joe: ...More solid. You know? ... More a... down-to-earth kind of guy. You know what I mean?
Catherine: I think I do.

Catherine: Ah, I love this part.
Vincent: Yes, it's beautiful...What makes you smile?
Catherine: Everything! This is a wonderful spot.
Vincent: I've spent many an evening here. I've heard all the great music... here.
Catherine: The sound is remarkable. It's like we're in the first row.
Vincent: We're just under it.
Catherine: I have been coming to concerts in the park all my life. It's strange to think there might have been nights we were listening to the same music... that you were so close!
Vincent: I come here, and the music engulfs me and...I can feel the presence of everyone sitting just above us. You'll see--when the music ends, you'll hear fragments of conversations echo throughout the chamber and--and footsteps... And then, all will be very still again.
Catherine: The stillness... didn't it make you feel...
Vincent: Alone? ... Sometimes…and sometimes I found a wonderful peace in that stillness.

Catherine: ... Lightening!
Vincent: I think it was.
Catherine: Vincent, it's raining! (Vincent offers his cloak) No…Vincent, it's wonderful!

Catherine: I don't think I'll ever be able to hear Schubert's Unfinished Symphony in quite the same way.

Vincent (voice over): “She walks in beauty like the night.”

Vincent (voice over): And now there is only the city…and the night…and me.

Vincent: Rolly???

Flashback:
Eli: This boy has a precious gift…we’ve got to protect it.
Father: Eli, part of our dream here has always been to offer a place of encouragement to those whose gifts have been overlooked and unappreciated.

Eli: A couple of years ago he was in here asking for money. Took one look at him and I knew he was on the drugs. The boy, the gift... everything was gone. He looked like a ghost.
Vincent: The ghost of someone we knew and loved…… I want Rolly to know there are still people that hold him in their hearts.

Flashback:
Father: Extraordinary!
Miss Kendrick: And sad.
Vincent: Why sad?
Miss Kendrick: He does not know what he is playing. He is just coping what he has heard, like a little robot or parrot. He has no understanding…
Father: But you cannot deny that there is a gift.
Miss Kendrick: It’s a gift, but right now it is an empty gift.

Vincent: Rolly’s gift was immense. It was fragile. He become lost to us. I don't think there's ever been a young person in our world with more promise and more desire. Catherine, I must see him.
Catherine: Are you sure he wants to see you, Vincent, to be reminded of that terrible loss.

Flashback:
Father: You'll have to admit that Rolley at the keyboard is a temptation that isn't easy to resist.

Flashback:
Father: Mouse, what in the world have you got there?
Mouse: Found it! Up top! For Rolley!
Father: Some kind of keyboard?
Miss Kendrick: It's from a concert grand piano!
Father: Mouse, what did you do? I hope you didn't wreck this piano.
Mouse: Found it.
Miss Kendrick: But where's the rest of it?
Mouse: Up Above, down Below, in between... Mouse took it apart.
Father: I was afraid of that.
Mouse: Took it apart, bring it down, put it together... so Rolley can play.
Father: I'm sorry, Mouse, but one simply does not find a concert grand piano!
Mouse: Mouse did!
Father: Where?
Mouse: In the park.
Father: The park?
Mouse: ... Underground... under platform.
Father: The concert platform, in the park. You disassembled a grand piano under the concert platform in the park.
Mouse: Two more there. Just as big!
Father: I don't think I want to hear any more of this.
Miss Kendrick: Oh, Rolley, when Mouse finishes putting that together for you, you're going to give some recital, aren't you?
Rolley: I'll play it for everyone!
Father: Then uh, maybe they won't... miss it?

Vincent: “There is a piano in a chamber deep beneath this city waiting for you to play. It’s yours…come back…play it for us.”

Vincent: He won't come back.
Catherine: You did everything you could...
Vincent: Catherine, I feel as if we'll never see him again...
Catherine: But he knows now, that you'll wait for him, that you love him...and Vincent, as long as you do, there's hope.

Remember Love

Vincent’s reading: excerpt from Fern Hill by Dylan Thomas

And as I was green and carefree, famous among the barns
About the happy yard and singing as the farm was home,
In the sun that is young once only,
Time let me play and be
Golden in the mercy of his means,
And green and golden I was huntsman and herdsman, the calves
Sang to my horn, the foxes on the hills barked clear and cold,
And the Sabbath rang slowly
In the pebbles of the holy streams.
All the sun long it was running, it was lovely, the hay
Fields high as the house, the tunes from the chimneys, it was air
And playing, lovely and watery
And fire green as grass.
And nightly under the simple stars
As I rode to sleep the owls were bearing the farm away…

Catherine: It was beautiful. Why did you stop?
Vincent: Sometimes I can see it all so clearly…I use to come here when I was a child. Wonder about how it would feel to lay in a meadow under the warm summer sun…or see the night sky full of stars.
Catherine: When I was a girl, we spent our summers at a lake in Connecticut. I had a secret place too, a glen. I would lay there in the tall grass and feel like I was the only person on earth. Safe.
Vincent: Yes.
Catherine: And if I sat very still, the deer would walk by and not ever see me. I could almost reach out and touch them. It seemed…enchanted. It seems so far from the city, like a different world, but it is only two hours away. I wish you could see it.
Vincent: So do I.
Catherine: If only we could be there.
Vincent: We are there. You are taking me there with your words, showing me.
Catherine: I would love to share it with you…It seems so unfair. You of all people would appreciate how magical this place is..
Vincent: Catherine…
Catherine: If you saw it you would know in an instant…and then is would be ours.
Vincent:<sigh> I would want nothing more.
Catherine: Maybe there is a way…
Vincent: Please…Don’t even…
Catherine: All we need is a way to get out of the city and up there safely…A van. We could drive up at night. No one is even there at the lake this time of year. Maybe we could really do it…Vincent, let me try to arrange it. If I can…Will you come with me?
Vincent: It is something that I have never dared wish for.
Catherine: To go there, to share that with you…Would mean so much.
Vincent:<sigh> Then…we must try.

Father: Have you both gone completely mad?!
Vincent: Not at all.
Father: I cannot believe you could seriously envision something so foolhardy and dangerous!
Vincent: You over-state the risk.
Father: Any risk is too great…surely that is apparent. For Catherine to suggest such a thing…
Vincent: An innocent dream, Father, borne of love.
Father: An irresponsible dream borne of selfishness!
Vincent: No!
Father: Yes!…Yes, I know because I have had the same dream for you myself…over and again for so many years. Ever sense you were a young, I wanted nothing more then to be able to show you the sun, the mountains…things for which you only have words for.
Vincent: This is not merely for myself, Father, but for Catherine as well. This is a chance for us, no more then a moment, the briefest moment…free from the perils and urgency of the time we share.
Father: Vincent, your love for Catherine and hers for you is something that warms all of us…But you have a responsibility beyond that, a duty to those down here in this community that depends on you. Who look to you for truth and strength, for hope and protection. Without you their world would be a very dark place.
Vincent: And what about my responsibility to Catherine? Who gives so much and asks for so little? How can I deny her, Father?
Father: Vincent, if I thought it was in anyway possible…
Vincent: It is possible…and there are ways!
Father: Nonsense!!! Suppose something goes wrong? Suppose you are discovered?
Vincent: Am I unable to fulfill even her slightest wish? Tell me, Father, are we forever bound to accept a poem for a sunset?
Father: Vincent, you cannot do this! (Vincent stalks out) Vincent!

Vincent(to Pascal, Jamie, Mouse): A place, a special place that Catherine wishes for me to see…unlike anywhere I have ever been, a lake in the mountains, a place of her childhood. I want to go…to be with her……This is a quiet place, a safe place.

Jamie: Just be careful, Vincent. We need you.

Mouse: Come back quick.

Pascal: Sounds dangerous.
Vincent: But to live as well as we can, there are risks we must take.
Pascal: This a risk for all of us…If anything should happen to you---I don’t even want to think about it---It would be awful. Vincent, you are an important part of us.

Vincent: It was a dream, Catherine.
Catherine: No…
Vincent: A beautiful, impossible dream that we dare not have.
Catherine: But for a moment…I thought it would be possible.
Vincent: So did I…If the slightest thing should go wrong, if anyone were to see us…it would ruin everything that we already have.
Catherine: I know…I’m sorry. I should have never asked.
Vincent: I am the one who should apologize. You ask for so little and there is so much I wish to give you…and so much that I can never give you…
Catherine: And so much more you do. You must believe that, Vincent. Some people don’t even have dreams.
Vincent: One day…we will see that lake, I promise you.
Catherine: And until then, we will keep on dreaming.

Dream begins---

Vincent: Catherine?
Angel: I am the image of her in you. I am your heart, your mind.

Vincent: Am I dreaming?
Angel: Call it what you will…Sleeping…Waking dream.

Vincent: I remember thinking…that there would be less pain for those I love (if he had never been born or lived)

Angel: Nothing of what you knew…remains.
Angel: Remember love.

Paracelsus: I have no scars.

Paracelsus (quotes Nietzsche’s Beyond Good and Evil): He shall be the greatest who is the lowliest, the most hidden, the most deviating; a human being beyond good and evil.
Vincent: Beyond good and evil is only death.

Paracelsus: Take the beast!

Pascal(quotes Shakespeare’s Hamlet): Now, cracks a noble heart…Good night, sweet prince.

Vincent: Gone. Everything…gone.

Angel: You were not there to stop him (Paracelsus). Knowledge and beauty are fragile things; they need protection.
Vincent: But I was only a baby.
Angel: But even as a baby, you were a symbol to the community and when you died hope and possibility died with you. People lost heart.
Vincent: Is there nothing I can do for them?
Angel: Nothing…It is already done.

Angel: Mouse has no language. You were not there to reach out to him.
Vincent: There was no one else?
Angel: No, no one.

Vincent: There was a child, a baby, found among the garbage of St Vincent’s Hospital.
Jacob: Wrapped in rags.
Vincent: You took him in and raised him as your son. But he was not an ordinary child, he was different from the others……What happened to the child? Tell me.
Jacob: He died…he died.

Vincent: She(Catherine) is gone.
Angel: Is she?
Vincent: I have no sense of her.
Angel: She never knew you.
Vincent: You said she is still alive.
Angel: She did not die, but her spirit is gone.
Vincent: Catherine’s spirit could never change; never.
Angel: You were not there to strengthen her heart.

Angel: Nothing is ever lost. We are all on the same journey…We create that journey for each other.

Vincent: I do not know what to believe…
Angel: Yes, you do…Remember love.

---Dream ends

Vincent: Catherine! It was a dream…a terrible dream…Everything was changed…I could not wake up.
Catherine: Its over now…I’m here.
Vincent: Yes. I thought I had lost you.
Catherine: Vincent, don't you know you could never lose me? We could never lose each other as long as we remember…
Vincent: Remember?
Catherine: Remember love.

Ashes, Ashes

Catherine: Dante should have reserved a very special circle in Hell for lawyers that make unnecessary motions.

Peter:…The first time I met Cathy, she was stark naked.
Catherine: You might also mention I was upside down and screaming at the top of my lungs.
Peter:<chuckles> And ruin a good story?

Dimitri: Can you understand loving so much someone?

Vincent (To Catherine about Dimitri): If only you could hear the love in his voice when he speaks of her. He has crossed half the world, risked his life, left everything and everyone behind him…all for Anna.

Father: Tell me, Dimitri, do you play chess?
Dimitri: You say because I Russian.
Father: <chuckles>
Dimitri: And you?
Father: A little.

Joe (to Cathy and Rita): If this is a conspiracy to get my job, it won’t work…Moreno left hours ago.

Father (to unfinished chess game with Dimitri): “Check!”

Dimitri: It is difficult leaving. Its---how you English writer say?
Vincent: Shakespeare?
Dimitri: Yeah.
Vincent: “Parting is such sweet sorrow.”
Dimitri: Yes, its that, sweet and sad. He was a little bit Russian I think.
Dimitri has coughing fit.
Vincent: Perhaps, we should go back.
Dimitri: I must go on.
Vincent: Are you strong enough?
Dimitri: For Anna, very strong…You, Vincent, understand me best of all. Yes? Little bit of Russian in you too.

Dimitri: It is Russian to be like babies to say goodbye.

Catherine (waiting for Helper): Peter!
Peter: Cathy! What on earth are you doing here?
Catherine: Message said to meet a helper.
Peter: You! No wonder you have been so secretive this past year.
Catherine: How long have you been involved?
Peter: Since the beginning. Jacob and I went to medical school together…

Catherine: One thing I learned from Vincent—Nothing is impossible!

Father: Catherine, you should not have come here.
Catherine: How could I stay away.
Father: Pneumonic plague is the most contagious form of this disease. The risk is…
Catherine: It’s mine to take.

Father: Dimitri is dead.
Catherine: Vincent!
Father: He’s alright. He appears to be immune, thank God.

Catherine’s Lullaby:
“Sleep my pretty one. Rest now my pretty one.
Close your eyes the day is nearly done.
Rest your heart, tomorrow will surly come.
Sleep my pretty one. Rest now my pretty one.
Close your eyes the day is nearly done...”

Vincent: I watched you a moment ago with Ellie.
Catherine: My mother use to sing me that song. I have not heard it since. I think she must have made it up.
Vincent: <sigh> You are remarkable.
Catherine:<smile in her voice> I hope you were not talking about my singing.
Vincent: No, I’m not….How much you give to them…to all of us.
Catherine: To be able to give is what all of you have given to me.

Vincent: I have something very hard to tell you, Eric. No words of mine will make it any easier.
Eric: Is it about Ellie? Is she better now?
Vincent: She wanted to get better, to come back to you. She fought with all the strength she had in her. But sometimes, bad things can happen in life and all our courage and all our love cannot change that. Then all we can do is cry for those we have lost and remember them always in our hearts… and go on.
Eric: Ellie will get better. She promised.
Vincent: Ellie loved you very much, Eric, but we cannot always keep our promises no matter how much we try or how much we love.
Eric: Ellie will. She’s different.
Vincent: Eric…Ellie is gone.
Eric: You liar! Liar! <Pelts Vincent with his fists>

Vincent: …They need you, Father. Eric needs you.
Father: Eric. Ellie was the last family he had in all the world.
Vincent: No. He has us. He has you. But he does not know that now. He ran off. He is alone with his fear and his grief.

Father: Eric? It’s Father. May I come in?…It’s all right not to talk if you don’t want to…What are you writing?
Eric: A letter to Ellie.
Father: A letter?
Eric: To say I am sorry…because I said I hated her but it wasn’t true.
Father: Then…just say that…I know she will understand.
Eric: Will she be mad at me?
Father: No.
Eric: But how am a going to send it to her?
Father: I think I know a way…Umm…I would like to write a letter to Ellie too…Maybe you could lend me a piece of writing paper.

Catherine (speaking of Dimitri): Poor man, to come so far only to have his dreams turn to ashes in his hand. Even if Deimitri had lived, he would have found his Anna too late.
Vincent: Perhaps he knew that even when he first received her letter.
Catherine: But he came anyway.
Vincent: He loved her. He had no choice.
Catherine: Even though he already knew.
Vincent: One either moves toward love or away from it, Catherine. There is no other direction.

Dead of Winter

Rebecca: I love making the Winterfest candles. They’re special.

Catherine: Vincent, it’s beautiful. Remember how I told you that when I was little I was afraid of the dark. My mother gave me a candle to light at my bedside before I went to sleep. Just a tiny little thing, a birthday candle. Somehow, it made it all right. I have loved candles ever since.
Vincent: This is no ordinary candle. This is for Winterfest. It is a special time for us. We have other celebrations, all the holidays and traditions we share with your world, but Winterfest is our own. A time to remember the past, dream of the future. Each year, we deliver these candles to our helpers in the world Above. Without their light, our world would be dark. Our lives would be cold without their warmth. The candles are our way of saying they are a part of us. Everyone—the entire community—has agreed this year that Winterfest would be incomplete unless you are there.

Vincent (after Samantha beats Father at chess): Don't think of yourself as a bad player, Father, only a very good teacher.

Father: Third of a century…Hard for me to believe it, Vincent. You were only a babe in arms that first year.
Vincent: My oldest memory is of a Winterfest. I must have been three or four. I remember a cold, dark room. Footsteps echoed all around me. I was frightened. Devin held my hand. Then, they lit the candles and the darkness pushed back. When I saw the tapestries for the first time…they took my breath away.

Paracelsus: quoting Dover Beach by Matthew Arnold
“…For the world, which seems
To lie before us like a land of dreams,
So various, so beautiful, so new,
Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light,
Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain;
And we are here as on a darkling plain
Swept with confused alarms of struggle and fight
Where ignorant armies clash by night.”

Vincent: Can I lead you through the dark?
Catherine: There is no darkness, Vincent, when you're with me.

Winterfest Dedication:
Father: The world above us is cold and gray, summer a distant memory. Our world too has known its winters, so each year we begin this feast in darkness, as our world began in darkness.
Vincent: Long before the city above us raised its towers to the sky. Men sought shelter in these caverns.
Mary:In those days, these tunnels were dark places and those who dwelt here dwelt in fear and isolation. Vincent: This was a land of lost hope and twisted dreams, a land of despair, where the sounds of footsteps
coming down a tunnel were the sounds of terror. Where men reached for knives and rocks and worse at the sound of other men's voices.
Father: At last a few people learned to put aside their fear.
Mary: And we began to trust each other, to help each other.
Vincent: Each of us grew stronger, those who took the help and those who gave it.
Father: We all were part of one another, one family, one community. Sometimes we forget this and so we meet here each year to give thanks to those who have helped us and to remember, even the greatest darkness is nothing, so long as we share the light.

Catherine (tapestries): Wonderful. Where do they come from? Who is the artist?
Vincent: It is a mystery that we have never solved, Catherine. Perhaps, they are enchanted. I use to imagine they were magic windows that if I stared at them long enough and hard enough they might open up and I could pass through to another world. But when I reached out, they were only cloth.

Mary: Pascal, why are you leaving so early?
Pascal: I have to check the pipes.
Father: My friend, what is there to check? Everyone is down here, including the helpers.
Pascal: I don’t like to leave them too long. You never can tell…
Vincent: Pascal, surely, you can spare a few hours.
Pascal: I just want to check the pipe chamber. Make sure everything is…
Catherine: Still there?

Sebastian: Ah…Chess. The game of kings—not to mention rooks and pawns. Well, set them up! Set them up! Time for your annual humiliation.
Father: Never again. Last year, he took my king.
Sebastian: Well, isn't that the whole idea?
Father: No, the whole idea is that you capture the pieces, not make them disappear. Peter, would you care for a game?
Peter: Oh, Jacob. Have you ever considered consulting a psychologist about that streak of masochism?

Father: You know, in its time the waltz was considered to be quite scandalous. Wicked, even.
Catherine: Huh. Imagine that! (Turns to Vincent) Vincent, Can I ask you something very personal?
Vincent: You can ask me anything, Catherine.
Catherine: Do you dance?

Father: I ought to have my head examined for letting you talk me into this.
Sebastian: You can examine it all you like, Jacob. It won't help your game one little bit.

Narcissa: Beware the poison rose!

Father: Winterfest is a time for brotherhood, for joy and trust. Now, if we forget that, if we let this day of all days to be tainted with fear…then Paracelsus will truly have won.

Vincent: Is this how we want Winterfest to end? Each of us slinking away to nurse our wounds, each alone? Have we forgotten what this day means?
Mouse: Ok good. Ok fine.

Father: Catherine, you are a part of us now. Come. Complete the circle.

Winterfest benediction:
Father: Darkness almost engulfed us, but our unity gave us strength. Our shared light showed us the truth. As we part for another year let us remember. Darkness is only the absence of light... and all winters end.

Catherine: Can you hear it, Vincent?
Vincent: Only the quiet…and the wind crying to get in.
Catherine: You can hear it if you try…The Music.
Vincent: Yes. I hear it….Catherine, that question you asked me earlier…….

Winterfest Dedication:
Father: The world above us is cold and gray, summer a distant memory. Our world too has known its winters, so each year we begin this feast in darkness, as our world began in darkness.
Vincent: Long before the city above us raised its towers to the sky. Men sought shelter in these caverns.
Mary:In those days, these tunnels were dark places and those who dwelt here dwelt in fear and isolation. Vincent: This was a land of lost hope and twisted dreams, a land of despair, where the sounds of footsteps
coming down a tunnel were the sounds of terror. Where men reached for knives and rocks and worse at the sound of other men's voices.
Father: At last a few people learned to put aside their fear.
Mary: And we began to trust each other, to help each other.
Vincent: Each of us grew stronger, those who took the help and those who gave it.
Father: We all were part of one another, one family, one community. Sometimes we forget this and so we meet here each year to give thanks to those who have helped us and to remember, even the greatest darkness is nothing, so long as we share the light.

Winterfest benediction:
Father: Darkness almost engulfed us, but our unity gave us strength. Our shared light showed us the truth. As we part for another year let us remember. Darkness is only the absence of light... and all winters end.

Winterfest Dedication:

     “The world above us is cold and gray, summer a distant memory. Our world too has known its winters, so each year we begin this feast in darkness, as our world began in darkness. Long before the city above us raised its towers to the sky. Men sought shelter in these caverns. In those days, these tunnels were dark places and those who dwelt here dwelt in fear and isolation. This was a land of lost hope and twisted dreams, a land of despair, where the sounds of footsteps coming down a tunnel were the sounds of terror. Where men reached for knives and rocks and worse at the sound of other men's voices.
     At last a few people learned to put aside their fear. And we began to trust each other, to help each other. Each of us grew stronger, those who took the help and those who gave it. We all were part of one another, one family, one community. Sometimes we forget this and so we meet here each year to give thanks to those who have helped us and to remember, even the greatest darkness is nothing, so long as we share the light.”

Winterfest benediction:

     “Darkness almost engulfed us, but our unity gave us strength. Our shared light showed us the truth. As we part for another year let us remember. Darkness is only the absence of light... and all winters end.”

God Bless the Child

Catherine (to Lena): Your baby is about what can be, not about what is. If you don't believe that then nobody will.

Lena (to Catherine): Things don't change… not on the street. You look into the houses and you can see what's inside. You see the lights, the Christmas tree, people talking and laughing... and, you get this cold feeling on the outside, like, you're never going to be the one who's in there.

Catherine (about Lena): She's dying, Vincent. The streets are killing her and she's fighting to hold on to her spirit.... and she's carrying a child. She told me that she would rather see the baby die, than bring another life into this world!
Vincent: How can it be, that this world could have no more to offer her?
Catherine…... I know she won't respond. She doesn't have the strength any more…or the hope.
Vincent: Then she has lost her way.
Catherine: I am afraid to think of what might happen to her, Vincent, if she's left alone. She's so far away from herself….

Vincent: Perhaps Father can break a few rules of his own.

Father: What has Catherine told you about where we live?
Lena: She told me it's a secret place where people live together and take care of each other. I thought she was making it up.
Father: No. She wasn't making it up. We have made a life together down here. We've built a home and, yes, we really do try to take care of each other.
Catherine: Each of us is also responsible for keeping this place safe from those who wouldn't understand.
Lena: I can keep a secret.
Father: Whatever may happen?
Lena: Whatever happens.
Father: Good. Now, I'm going to ask you a difficult question. Ordinarily, there's a process by which people come to live with us. It's a slow and gradual process. Our friends Above, like Catherine, act as our eyes and ears, judging need, trustworthiness... Sometimes, as with you, we are forced to make exceptions. But we must ask ourselves, why should we risk everything we've worked so hard to create? Why should we trust you?
Catherine: It's all right. Just tell him what you're feeling.
Lena: What I'm feeling... I'm feeling you got no reason to trust me, and I should just save you the trouble and walk out of here myself. But I can't. I got someone else to think about now, and it's not fair that this baby should have to suffer just 'cause it's unlucky enough to get stuck inside of me instead of someone else. You give my baby a chance for something better, and I won't mess it up!
Father: Don't be frightened…You spoke your heart. I want to welcome you.

Mary: Don't worry. I've delivered a hundred babies.

Lena: Who's Vincent?
Father: He's, uh, one of us.

Children: Please Father, you promised. Tell us the story about Vincent.
Father: Aren't you at all tired of it?
Children: No, Father, please, it's Christmas, please?
Father: All right. Very well. It was... the twelfth of January, the coldest day in the year.
Samantha: You're the one who found him, right Father, at St. Vincent's Hospital?
Father: Ah, not exactly, Samantha. No, he was found and then he was brought to me. And he was wrapped in rags, a lot like a present. Nobody wanted him, because of the way he looked.
Boy: Throw him out, they said. He's not our problem.
Zack: We don't want him, leave him to the topsiders!
Father: Yes, Vincent was different. And you see people are terribly afraid of what they don't know. But, soon, very soon afterward, the people--and they were mainly your parents and grandparents--they accepted Vincent. And they grew to love the very differences that at first made them so afraid.
Samantha: You left out the part about his being sick.
Father: I'm so sorry, you're quite right I did, Samantha. When Vincent first came to us, he was very tiny and very sick.
Zack: And he cried for three straight days.
Father: He cried for three straight days, and no one thought he would survive.
Samantha: But you knew, didn't you, Father?
Father: Yes. I felt the strength in him. But then came a time of terrible darkness in our world... a time we must never forget. It began when I brought a friend...

Lena: I heard Father talking back there…about Vincent.
Mary: What did you hear?
Lena: Not much. Just that he's different from everybody.
Mary: Vincent is very special to us. In some ways it's his fate, his life that holds us all together. He protects us and we protect him.
Lena: Will I ever get to meet him?
Mary: You'll meet him.

Lena: I've been hearing about you. It's almost like you don't exist. You're never around.
Vincent: There are reasons…
Lena: What reasons?
Vincent: We didn't want to frighten you.
(Vincent rises and turns away)
Lena: I want to see you.
Vincent: Lena-- ... Don't be afraid.
Lena(after she sees Vincent’s face): I'm not afraid.

Vincent (to Lena): Sometimes, if you let your mind go you can accept things you would have never thought possible.

Father: Imogen.
Vincent: Please, Father! Imogen?
Father: What's wrong with Imogen?
Vincent: Well, for one thing, it's difficult to pronounce.
Father: It was good enough for Shakespeare!
Vincent: Well, if it's Shakespeare you're set on, then why not Juliet or Mariah?
Catherine: What's going on?
Father: Oh, we were, uh, discussing possible names for the child.
Vincent: After every birth the child is welcomed into the community with a Naming Ceremony.
Catherine: Don't you think Lena should have a say in it?
Vincent: Well, yes, of course--
Father: Of course--by all means ... We were just, er... speculating.
Catherine: I see.

Catherine: Tell me…how it felt…to hold a baby in your arms.
Vincent: There are no words.

Lena: Vincent, when we first met, do you remember how we talked about feeling alone?
Vincent: I remember.
Lena: Well, I've been thinking... It doesn't have to be that way, not anymore. All these things keep... coming back into my head. Everything we've talked about... things I never talked to anybody about before. And I keep thinking about when the baby came. How you were there, close to me... close to her... Let me love you, Vincent.
Vincent: Oh, Lena...
Lena: I can feel your heart.
Vincent: I will always cherish the moment we first met. How you saw me, how you accepted me.
Lena: You did the same for me.
Vincent: I know. But, what you ask now isn't possible.
Lena: Why?
Vincent: Because... my heart... is bound to another.
Lena: Catherine?
Vincent: Yes.
Lena: Do you love her?
Vincent: With all that I am. With all... that I can ever become.
Lena: But she's not here. Why doesn’t she live here?
Vincent: She is where she needs to be. I can't expect…
Lena: But if--if she not here, how can she love you?
Vincent: Lena, you don't understand. Her love opened the world for me.
Lena: What do you think you've done for me?… Don't you see? I've never loved anybody before!

Vincent: Father, when Lena came to me... there was a moment, a pull, beyond thought... when I felt what it might be like... to be someone else's possibility…but it was just a moment.

Vincent:…It is I that did not see, or did not want to see.
Catherine: That she would leave?
Vincent: That she would fall in love…She was so vulnerable, so frightened. Yet, I saw a part of myself in her. I thought that if I just reached out to her, she would accept my friendship.
Catherine: Her need was too great.
Vincent: Perhaps, I should have come to you sooner.
Catherine: I understand why you didn’t.
Vincent: There was no gentle way…to refuse her love.

Catherine (to Lena): Do you remember what you told me that first night? About being outside, that cold feeling. You can hide there if you want, but you have a place on the inside now…with friends, people that care about you. It’s your choice.

Lena: I love him.
Catherine: I know. So do I.

Naming Ceremony:
Father: It has been said that the child is the meaning of this life. Today, we celebrate the child, this new life that has been brought into our world. We welcome the child with love, that she may be able to love. We welcome the child with gifts that she may learn generosity. And we welcome the child with a name…upon which I believe Lena has decided.
Lena: Catherine. Her name is Catherine.

Sticks and Stones

Vincent: It's been difficult for her Above. We've known that for some time. Little by little she began to shed her duties as a Helper, until last week when she disappeared.
Catherine: Why didn't you tell me, Vincent? I might have helped.
Vincent: Somehow, I still think of the Tunnels as her home. I always thought that if she needed sanctuary for whatever reasons, that she would seek it among us.
Catherine: Well, she's found it, Vincent, but in a dangerous place, among people who live by violence. One of them, we think, killed a security guard.
Vincent: This is her new home?
Catherine: I'm sorry.
Vincent: I know.
Catherine: Vincent... Laura herself may have broken the law. I'm not sure. But you should prepare yourself for that possibility.
Vincent: We have our own laws, Catherine, and Laura must still answer to them. Until the Council and the others determine otherwise, she remains a part of our community.
Catherine: I can't protect her in any way.
Vincent: I know... but, I must see her. Tonight. Please.

Vincent(signing to Laura): I’m here because I care for you, because I love you. Because I know that you have been unhappy. You could have come to me. (Laura signs) Our world choked you. (Laura signs) I understand your anger. But is this the right place for you? Are you happy here?…….Do you love him?…..You've become a woman…. I wish the circumstance were different. You know the message I bring.
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Per SAS script:
V. It's good to see you…
L. Is it?
V. Yes, it is. It is painful as well
L. I won't apologize for my life.
V. I would never ask you to apologize…
L. Then why are you here?
V. I'm here …because I care for you.. Because I love you. And because I know you have been unhappy. You could have come to me.
L. I couldn't. I had to see if I had the courage…if I was strong enough… I couldn't make it. The world choked me.
V. The world choked you…
L. Made me angry
V. I understand your anger…But is this the right place for you? Are you happy here? Do you love him?
L. Very much
V. You've become a woman. And I wish the circumstances were different but… You know the message I bring.
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Father: Laura, our purpose here is not to judge you.
Laura signs (Vincent interprets): You stand there with straight eyes and tell me that?
Father: Please, Laura, remember we’re all your friends, and you know our rules as well as anyone. If you wish to continue as part of us, then you must---at the very least---abide by the moral principles according to which we all live.
Laura: What Principles? Love? Trust? Those are just words. What good will they do me in the world Above? Yes, I love. I trust. But I also hate. I also distrust. There are other, more complex feelings I need to help me to survive.
Father: You are always free to return here. We will always welcome you.
Laura: I have another family now……..We live as we must. The only way we can. We live as all of you do. We have made the same choices, to live outside of society. The only different I see is that you have chosen to live down here. We have chosen to live bound by our deafness…..Down here you taught me that I was no different, that I was the same as everyone. Now you call me handicapped?! …… It makes no difference. It is the same everywhere. I carry a shield with me now to protect me. You can vote if you want. I reject your vote! I reject your judgement!

Catherine (to Jerry): Secrets can get pretty heavy.

Vincent (writing in his journal):
It is late. Yet, I cannot sleep. I am thinking of Laura. Cold up there tonight. I can feel it. The chill down through the layers of pipes there to protect us insulates us. What is happening to her? Can there be anything so painful as watching a child you love falter in the world? Refuse your help. At what point do you draw quietly away from their lives? At what point do you say, “I am no longer responsible?” We taught Laura to depend on herself, to think her own thoughts. Do we now tell her to disregard those lessons, to doubt herself, to change? She is a woman now, no longer a child. What is happening to her up there?

Vincent (to Laura): Don’t be ashamed. Hate and rage are powerful forces in all of us. Don’t punish yourself for feeling them. They’re part of us we understand the least, and yet they’re the part of us we should try to understand the most.

Catherine: You have a lot to be proud of, Vincent, all that you have given to Laura and taught her.
Vincent: I never realized until now just how much she’s given me…and how much I miss her.
Catherine: She has been through a lot.
Vincent: The world has tested her.
Catherine: And yet she chooses to remain Above.
Vincent: She is in love.
Catherine: That she could forgive Jerry... that took courage. That's the rarest kind of love.
Vincent: To surrender yourself completely to your heart, to trust in it fully, to believe in it without doubting.
Catherine: To let it guide your life.... Somehow, Laura's found the way.
Vincent: Yes.
Catherine: Will it make her life any simpler, do you think?
Vincent: No, not simpler.
Catherine: But she'll be happier.
Vincent: Perhaps.
Catherine: Trust me, Vincent. She will be happier

A Fair and Perfect Knight

Brooke: Vincent always says that love is more important than anything.

Vincent: Michael, you are a part of us. You always will be, wherever you go. There are times when you must go. When the greatest possibilities, in good faith, cannot be denied. The world Above has so much to offer you; gifts of the imagination, learning. You have the mind and the heart to cherish these gifts. You are on the brink of a wondrous adventure. But every adventure must…begin in farewell.
Michael: Some adventures don’t end happily.
Vincent: All you can do is…proceed…with the faith that they will.

Michael: I want to do this for you.
Vincent: No, Michael, you must do this for you. This is your journey.

Vincent: Perhaps, I have done him a disservice.
Catherine: By encouraging him to embrace his future?
Vincent: I assumed that is what he wanted.
Catherine: Vincent, he has come this far because of his desire…and because you believed in him.
Vincent: I always believed Michael would want this opportunity.
Catherine: You dreamed he could have what you couldn’t have…And it is a little freighting when our dreams begin to come true.
Vincent: Yes.

Catherine: Then Michael must come back to face that world, to face those disappointments, to make his peace.

Catherine: Don't worry, Vincent. Michael comes Above with a great advantage over almost everyone else up here... He has your faith in him.

Michael: How do I thank you?
Vincent: You already have…..Go now. The world awaits!

“The Songs of Innocence” by William Blake

“Thou fair-hair'd angel of the evening,
Now, while the sun rests on the mountains, light
Thy bright torch of love; thy radiant crown
Put on, and smile upon our evening bed!
Smile on our loves; and, while thou drawest the
Blue curtains of the sky, scatter thy silver dew
On every flower that shuts its sweet eyes
In timely sleep. Let thy west wind sleep on
The lake; speak silence with thy glimmering eyes,
And wash the dusk with silver. Soon, full soon,
Dost thou withdraw; then the wolf rages wide,
And the lion glares thro' the dun forest:
The fleeces our flocks are cover'd with
Thy sacred dew: protect them with thine influence.”

Vincent: She's a rare person. You couldn't have a better guide.

Vincent: To leave a safe place and find your way among strangers is a difficult passage for anyone.

Vincent: Fear makes our enemies loom larger and larger.

Catherine: You have to get Oriented, Michael. Too many people go through college disoriented.

Michael(to teacher at party): What classes do you teach?
Catherine: It doesn't matter. Take her, she's fabulous.
Beth: Mainly the 19th Century Romantics.
Catherine: Oh that figures.
Beth: The 19th Century is the only place you can find it these days.
Catherine: Oh, I don't know about that!

Vincent: You must leave.
Catherine: No.
Vincent: Leave, now.
Catherine: Why do you want me to leave?
Vincent: Because what I'm feeling... My thoughts... Shame me.
Catherine: Tell me. Tell me what you feel!
Vincent: You must not see me like this.
Catherine: Please don't send me away!
Vincent: My thoughts are poisonous!
Catherine: Tell me these thoughts.
Vincent: What you shared... I envied.
Catherine: Vincent.
Vincent: I betrayed Michael. I betrayed you. Everything I hold dear.
Catherine: How did you betray us?
Vincent: I know what it is to love you... I love Michael like a brother, like a son. But his life has been such a struggle... He needed to be healed by your tenderness. And yet, I was unwilling to share your love with anyone.
Catherine: Don't be ashamed of those feelings.
Vincent: It violates everything I believe.
Catherine: Don't you think I have those feelings too? Sometimes, I envy Father, and others in your life who receive your love and your care every day. I know those feelings. They are ugly. But... all of those feelings come from love. They are the other side of it. To turn away from them is to forget where they come from.
Vincent: Catherine... the better part of me would rejoice to see you find love with someone as fine and as good as Michael. You have so much love to give…
Catherine: Because of you!
Vincent: What we share must always be so measured, so limited..
Catherine: We don't know what the limits are!
Vincent: You deserve a life without limits!
Catherine: There is no life without limits! …Vincent, if this is my fate, I accept it, gratefully. You must believe that. Don't be afraid to want it, even only for yourself. Don't be afraid to deserve it. You deserve everything!

Vincent: How could anyone not love her?

Michael’s opening reading: Henry IV, Part I, Act I, Scene 1 by Shakespeare
Samatha’s poem: “Piping Down The Valleys Wild” by William Blake

Labyrinths

Vincent: Catherine, I come on an urgent mission. The children insist that you come Below tonight to Father’s Chamber.
Catherine: Really? What is the occasion?
Vincent: Something of a miracle.
Catherine: Tell me.
Vincent: This year, there were several children in the music classes who we felt were not ready to perform at the Winterfest. Some were simply too inexperienced, but others failed to show a true commitment to the music. I think that in order to prove to all of us that we were in grave error, these children have joined together to form their own Concert Society.
Catherine: Sounds wonderful.
Vincent: Their recital is tonight. They say you must be there.
Catherine: Well then, I would not miss it.
Vincent: You hold a special place in their hearts.
Catherine: They are like a part of my family.
Vincent: (beat) Until tonight…..

Catherine(at the recital): They are really good.
Vincent: We offered our help but they refused. They were so determined.
Catherine: Just look at their faces. They know they have done it.
Vincent: Yes, they have succeeded in humbling their elders.
Catherine: Besides the music, what can be sweeter?
Vincent: You know children.
Catherine: I use to be one once.
Vincent: Yes, but you remember.
Catherine: More and more.

Catherine (after Brian is found Below): I don’t know how I could have been so careless.

Vincent (at council): Perhaps, instead of concealing the truth from this boy, we should tell him who we are and how we live.

Mouse: Maybe let him stay.

Catherine(at council): I think this boy has a good heart and a conscience. If he understands that people’s lives depend on him keeping the secret, I believe he can be trusted.

Elderly man: My crime was that I grew old. You see, in the world Above people don't want to look at me, an old man, this unpleasant reminder of their future. I was to be cast away, hidden from the eyes of the young, who want to believe they'll live forever. In the world Above I lived too long. But here, Below, I've not lived long enough. So why am I here? To make memories, so that the last moments of my life may be as full of warmth and love as the very first moments of my life.

Mary: Home. Children. I help the children grow. I nurse them when they are sick. Teach them. I love all of them as if each one was my own…I lost my own…To lose a child is to lose everything…It was here that I found family again. The children are safe here. This is our safe place. I tell them it will be here for them always.

Pascal: Trust. Continuity. A tradition of work and honor passed down from my father to me: a system of communication, a way in which we can always be connected. I continue what he began so many years ago, so that those who come after will remember him long after I am gone. I was born here. This is my birthright and my legacy.

William: My life Above was filled with disappointments and failures. Nothing ever good happened until I found this home beneath the city. I do what I do best—I cook. Feed people…and they appreciate me.

Daniel(?): It’s a new beginning. A chance.

Brooke: Hope.

Mouse: I help everyone…and everyone helps me. I go. They miss me. I come back. They're glad. Never alone. Before, I was no one. Now I am me. I am Mouse.

Geoffrey: When my mother died, I went to the orphanage and people would come to adopt us. We would all line up and I would smile as they came by, hoping they would choose me. But they never did. But everyone wants me here. I don’t cry anymore. I got chosen.

Father: When I left the world Above, I was disillusioned, heartbroken. I had lost my faith. Here, it was that I learned to listen to my heart and heal my wounds. Here, I learned to believe again. Hopes and dreams created this fragile world. Pride and vigilance maintain it, and it survives only because it is separate and apart. It is a refuge, where the disillusioned regain their vision, where the lost become found. Where each one of us can explore the best of our being, the best of what it means to be...human and to be alive.

Vincent: My very existence lies here within these tunnels. It is my salvation. I could not exist elsewhere. Without this place there is nothing for me…You must never, as long as you live, reveal what you have seen tonight. To do so would mean the end of life for all of us…and the end of our world. You bear the weight of a great responsibility…but it is also a great privilege. You will always have a safe place here should you need it. Now, you must go back to the world Above and carry our secret with you forever…in silence.

Catherine(to Brian): Our secret is now in your hands. Please keep it safe for us.

Mouse: We have rules here too. Break the rules, get in trouble. I know!

Mouse: Hard to keep secrets. First time is hardest. Gets easier. Gets better.

Vincent (of Brain’s father): His life must be in great torment.
Brian: And so is mine.
Vincent: Do you remember a time when all was right with your family and you could feel their love for each other?
Brian: Yes.
Vincent: Try to imagine the sorrow and the terror for having lost that.
Brian: There is nothing I can do about that.
Vincent: There is…Understand him. Forgive him. Love him. There is great strength in that…but to do those things you have to go back and face him. You have to be braver then you have ever been before.
Brian: I know…but part of me just wishes I could stay here.
Vincent: This is not a place to hide. It is a place to gain strength. You carry that now within you. Hold it close deep inside yourself.

Vincent(to Brian): Your heart led you here…Let it show you the way when you go home.

Catherine: He will keep the secret.
Vincent: There will be times his strength is tested.
Catherine: Some secrets give us strength.
Vincent: Yes…and comfort.
Catherine: I know what Brian was looking for when he followed me down. It was the same thing I looked for…for so many years.
Vincent: What, Catherine?
Catherine: A family.
Vincent: You find family... wherever people love each other.

Brothers

Catherine: That's a mysterious smile.
Vincent: Look... the moon.
Catherine: It looks enormous.
Vincent: Do you remember the first time you saw the moon?
Catherine (laughs): Who would remember the first time-- Can you?
Vincent: Mmm-hmm.

Vincent (of Mouse’s gift): Incredible.
Mouse: Saw it Uptop. Figured it out. Built it.
Vincent: You stole it…”The Eye of the Storm.”
Mouse: Didn’t steal! Got the stuff from Catherine.
Vincent (turning to Catherine): So, this is why you wanted to visit Mouse.
Catherine: It’s a gift from both of us. We wanted to surprise you.
Mouse: Her idea.
Catherine: So that you can always have a piece of sky.
Mouse: Even down here.

Mouse(warning buzzer): Broken maybe….Or working maybe.

Devin (to Charles): Remember what I told you? About the secret place where I was born? It's right over there across the bridge. It's full of music and candles everywhere you look... and the people…they're like a family.

Vincent: There are no freaks here.

Charles: You’re different.
Vincent: Like you.
Charles: No. No, your face is good. Not like me, Vincent.

Father: Devin... even when you were a small boy, I could always count on you to make life... interesting. Nonetheless, it’s good to have you home.

Vincent: “It was the best of times, it was the worst of times...”
Devin: That pretty well describes it, doesn't it?
Vincent: Our childhood?
Devin: My life... This used to be my favorite book.
Vincent: On Tuesdays, anyway.
Devin: “Consistency is the hobgoblin of small minds.”
(Quote: “A Tale of Two Cities” by Charles Dickens)
(Quote: Ralph Waldo Emerson “Foolish consistency is the hobgoblin of little minds.”)

Devin: This place brings back a lot of memories.
Vincent: It should…you lived here half your life.
Devin: Things are different. You moved things around.
Vincent: You left…..Things change, Devin. Years pass.
Devin: People change too.
Vincent: Some people…. sometimes.

Vincent: When I walk the city streets, I wear a cloak with a hood to shadow my face.
Charles: But your face is--
Vincent: A mirror, like yours. Where frightened men see the shape of their own fears, and small men see only ugliness.
Charles: Do you forget to hide?
Vincent: I do not hide my face here. This is my home.
Charles: My home?
Vincent: If you want it to be.

Vincent: A life is measured by more then just years. A life in a cage…is no life at all.

Vincent: Charles is not a problem, Father. He is a human being…in pain.
Father: Believe me, Vincent, I do understand his pain.
Vincent: Do you?… Can you?… I can.

Bernie (to Catherine and Devin): Win the little lady a prize. Come on, she looks like the kind of girl who needs a big fluffy lion!

Devin: “The time has come,” the Walrus said. “To speak of many things:”
Catherine: “Of shoes—and ships-- and sealing wax---“
Devin: Of cabbages---and kings--”
(Quote: “Through the Looking Glass” by Lewis Carroll)
Devin: We hatched plots, made up stories, called each other names... talked about fears you can't talk about during the day. And dream...Oh God, how we dreamed. Things we were gonna do, Vincent and me. Places we were gonna go, everywhere south of Oz and north of Shangri-La…Then I grew a little older. One day I realized that I was never gonna do any of them unless I left Vincent behind…I guess Eddie and me are not so different after all.

Vincent (spiral staircase): Charles? ….Charles….Charles. Please.
Charles: Stay away! Stay away!
Vincent: I’m not going to hurt you.
Charles: I was bad. Scared them. Hurt them. They hate me.
Vincent: No.
Charles: Yes! Down here. Up above. Same. Just the same. People yelling, crying. Looking at me. The same. I’ll hurt them! Hurt them all!
Vincent: When I was young, I only knew these tunnels. I would hear the other children talk about the world Above and all its wonders. I wanted to see them too. So one night, Devin took me up to the Park. The lights went on forever…And the night was full of sounds and smells and music, so much so that it made me dizzy. When I looked up…
Charles: Was it an airplane?
Vincent: No. It was the moon. It was the most magical thing I had ever seen. I was afraid that if I looked away for a second that it would vanish and I would never see it again. A car passed by, no further from me then you are now, but I never heard it. When I looked, I glimpsed a face pressed against the window. It was a little girl no older then I was. She saw me.
Charles: Was she afraid?
Vincent: She began to cry….I did not know why—not then.
Charles: She didn’t know. Didn’t mean to hurt.
Vincent: But it hurt just as badly. I told Devin and Father and everyone that would listen that I would never go back again.
Charles: But you went back.
Vincent: A month later. Devin made me. He promised to stay close and he reminded me that the moon would be full again.
Charles: I can never go back to see the moon.
Devin (from the stairs above): Who says!

Vincent (to William after what Charles “needs”): No….Only love.

Vincent: “They said of him, about the city that night, that it was the peacefullest man’s face ever beheld there. Many added that he looked sublime and prophetic.”
Vincent (Handing the book to Charles): The rest is for you.
Charles: “It is a far, far better rest that I go to than I have ever known.”
(Quotes: “A Tale of Two Cities” Charles Dickens.)

Catherine: Where will they go?
Vincent: To the mountains to begin. A place far away from people Devin says. Where Charles can feel the sunlight on his face and learn not to be afraid…a place to heal, to grow, to feel human. Somewhere---
Catherine:---south of Oz and north of Shangri-La?

A Gentle Rain

Catherine: (about the new chamber) Was Olivia’s first husband this romantic?
Vincent: How can I judge? I did not know Kanin was this romantic.

Vincent: (about the bedroom) Do you think Olivia will like this room?
Catherine: <sigh> Olivia will love this room.

Catherine: (confronting Kanin) What are you going to do, Kanin?

Catherine: Ten other desks in that office---Why did it have to land on mine?
Vincent: So you could help him.

Catherine: I don’t know what I am supposed to be here, Vincent. Am I a friend or a prosecutor? How can I be both?
Vincent: You follow the truth.
Catherine: The truth is…most of the time I think the people we prosecute deserve to be punished, but I know Kanin. He is a good man and I know what he means to all of us. Where is the justice in that?
Vincent: Perhaps, in making it possible for two people to release their burden.

Kanin: My sentence?…I live with that night. A day does not go by where I don’t think of it. There isn’t one thing I’ve done that hasn’t been some way to make up for it. Give something back…. To give something back because that is my sentence. I am already serving life……………..All the Topsiders wanted was one or two years of my life. I was the one who said forever. I am the one who said this was going to be forever. And now you are saying I have to go back and serve their sentence too?

William: It is not going to help anybody for him to turn himself in.
Catherine: It will help the mother…A woman up there is being destroyed.

Vincent: Does justice belong only to the people we know?

Kanin: I wish I could fix it, but I don’t know how.
Vincent: With courage.
Kanin: I don’t have that kind of courage.
Vincent: You do.
Kanin: No……..

Kanin:….I would do anything.
Vincent: Then face her. That is what she needs. It that is the only thing you can do for her, then do that.
Kanin: It won’t do any good.
Vincent: It would give her someone to blame and then…it would give her someone to begin to forgive.
Kanin: She is never going to forgive me.
Vincent: You’ve never given her that chance. You think there is nothing you can do for this woman, but there is so much you can do for this woman. You can change her life.
Kanin: What do I say to her?

Kanin: I’m sorry….Sorry.
Mrs. Davis: So am I.

Catherine: I'm not asleep.
Vincent: No.
Catherine: Mmm...Just in that wonderful place in between.
Vincent: Where everything shimmers, and floats.
Catherine: Am I floating?
Vincent: Yes.... A great burden has been lifted.
Catherine: They both seemed finally free... Now maybe the healing can begin.
Vincent: Rest now.
Catherine: As long as you keep reading...

Vincent’s reading: William Wordsworth – “Ode: Intimations of Immortality from recollections
of early childhood” – excerpt

What through the radiance which was once so bright
Be now for ever taken from my sight
Though nothing can bring back the hour
Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower;
We will grieve not, rather find
Strength in what remains behind;
In the primal sympathy
Which having been must ever be;
In the soothing thoughts that spring
Out of human suffering;
In the faith that looks through death,
In years that bring the philosophic mind.
(Vincent and Catherine dialog)
And O, ye Fountains, Meadows, Hills, and Groves,
Forebode not any severing of our loves!
Yet in my heart of hearts I feel your might;
I only have relinquished one delight
To live beneath your more habitual sway.
I love the Brooks which down their channels fret,
Even more than when I tripped lightly as they;
The innocent brightness of a new-born day
is lovely yet;
The Clouds that gather round the setting sun
Do take a sober colouring from an eye
That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality;
(End of episode)
Another race hath been, and other palms are won.
Thanks to the human heart by which we live,
Thanks to its tenderness, its joy, and fears,
To me the meanest flower that blows can give
Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.

The Outsiders

Vincent's journal entry: (Whitman, “Leaves of Grass” excerpt)
Our world sleeps. These deep tunnels and chambers and caverns---even the pipes---are still with sleep. Yet it is in these quiet moments that I truly feel the balance of this place, and remember the delicate miracle that it is. At times, even to me, our world seems half-imagined, as if... suspended, kept in place only by the weight of the world Above. I know how fortunate we are---all of us---to have each other, and what my life would be like without them. Sometimes in these hours, I hear Whitman’s Song echo gently.
“I cannot define my satisfaction, yet it is so.
I cannot define my life. Yet it is so.”
Is there any gift greater then this joy? Can the soul offer a prayer more perfect than this tender silence?

Mr Ling(to Catherine about the Tunnels):... There's not enough I could ever give them, or do for them, to return what they gave me.

Zach: I can carry that, Vincent. We’ll be Ok. You can catch up with us later. (Twinkle in his eye)
Catherine: He’s sweet….Not too subtle…but sweet.
Vincent: Zach knows my time with you…is special.
Catherine: I can’t believe how much he’s changed.
Vincent: He’s becoming a man.
Catherine: It must be wonderful to watch a child grow…To follow a life.
Vincent: Zach reminds me so much of Devin. The way he leads the others, his sense of adventure.
Catherine: He’s restless.
Vincent: Umm Humm
Catherine: Are you afraid he may leave some day?
Vincent: Children grow up and leave home. Zach would not be the first to make that choice.

Father: Perhaps we can approach them, talk to them.
Mary: Let’s make them an offering of food and clothing. And our good will.
Father: That is a fine idea…good. We’ll make them a package. Anything we can spare. We’ll offer to help.

Catherine: Who are they?
Vincent: We don’t know. Perhaps a family.
Catherine: maybe I could do something to help?
Vincent: No. You must stay away from the tunnels until the danger is past.
Catherine: What does father say?
Vincent: He struggles to remain optimistic. I think he still believes these people can be moved by good will and reason.
Catherine: But you don’t think so.
Vincent: No.
Catherine: You think you know how it will end.
Vincent: We are so vulnerable…
Catherine: Then let me try to help.
Vincent: No! You must stay away from it.
Catherine: Your world, those tunnels are part of my life too…and so are you.
Vincent: If the worst should happen, you mustn’t be anywhere near.
Catherine: If the worst happens, I want to be by your side, with you.
Vincent: NO! Not like that. Not ever again.

Mary: Kindness has always been our first impulse.
Father: In this case, our kindness couldn’t have been more misguided.

Vincent (to Mary about moving): It won’t be for long. I promise you.

Father: We must be together in this.

Father: This world was built on the foundation of fairness and respect for all. No, we do not renounce violence altogether. If we are attacked, we will fight to protect our home, but we will never instigate that violence! And I will not allow this community to be dragged down to that level!

William: We’ve tried diplomacy and look where that got us. Now is the time for action…Our strength is in our numbers. We could overwhelm them. Drive them out.
Father: Drive them out at what risk?
William: No greater risk then what we’re facing now.

Father:..Is it justice you are seeking…or vengeance?…Or do you presume them all guilty?

Father: Our strength lies in our unity.

William: You’re making a serious mistake. You’re letting ideas get in the way of what’s obvious. More blood will be spilt.

Vincent: Part of what William says is true.
Father: A violent confrontation with these people must be avoided.
Vincent: And when violence can no longer be avoided?
Father: Only then. When there is no other option.
Vincent: And when that time comes Father, you must not hesitate.
Father: Of coarse, I won’t hesitate.
Vincent: You will let me go out, to do what must be done - whatever must be done?
Father: I pray that won't be necessary.
Vincent: So do I.
Father: That is not who you are, to us.
Vincent: That is who I am... perhaps even my fate. The very part of me that I struggle to overcome gives me the power to protect the people who protect me - who give me life.
Father: Vincent, that is not your fate.
Vincent: My survival depends on this world. There is no other choice for me. For me there is no other place, Father.

Father (to Catherine about the gun): We need a way to…to discourage these people from further violence. We cannot allow them to control our lives with fear……I pray it will never be used as anything more then a threat. But perhaps that threat will keep him and us safe.

William: This is cowadice!
Vincent: There is no shame in making sacrifices for something you believe in strongly, William.
William: I believe in the children. I believe in the life we have built here.
Mary: So do we.
William: And yet you’d see it destroyed? Changed without a fight?
Vincent: No one will ever destroy this place.
William: We must strike back. Hard. We have the means. We have each other…And we have something else…We have you, Vincent.
Father: You would send Vincent out to do murder!
William: I would do what is necessary!

Catherine: Talk to me, Vincent
Vincent: Nothing to say.
Catherine: What you did was necessary…Let me share your pain.
Vincent: How can you even look at me?
Catherine: Because I know you. I know who you are.
Vincent: You do not know me.
Catherine: Vincent, there are dark places in all of us.
Vincent: A part of me feeds in that darkness. And I am lost in it.... Leave me now... please.
Catherine: I love you.

Vincent: (voice over)That night, she truly walked alone. And deep within me I felt the cold and terrible truth of all that kept us apart. Fate had left me adrift, with no wind to carry me to the safe shores of her love.

Orphans

Vincent: I'm here. Always.
Catherine: Always. Such a father's word, always.

Vincent (to her Father):Please know this... That I will protect Catherine, watch over her, and love her... until my last breath.

Vincent: Don't ever be afraid of the truth.

Vincent: And my heart is with you. Wherever you are, wherever you go, you take me. You stand for me. For us. For our dream. Your carry our light. That too is your destiny.
Catherine: Do you think that someday... Will we ever be together? Truly together?
Vincent: Only if and when we understand how great the sacrifice is. How large the fee is. And are able to move through them.
Catherine: I'm not scared.
Vincent: Catherine, we are something that has never been. And our journey is one that none have ever taken. We are just now setting out. We must go with courage, and we must go with care.

Catherine: I’m a little scared.
Vincent: I know.
Catherine: Isn’t that strange?
Vincent: No.

Arabesque

You Darkness by Ranier Maria Rilke

“You Darkness, that I come from,
I love you more than all the fires
That fence in the world.
For the fire makes
A circle of light for everyone,
And then no one outside learns of you.

But the darkness pulls in everything:
Shapes and fires, animals and myself,
How easily it gathers them!-
Powers and people-

And it is possible a great energy
Is moving near me.

I have faith in nights.”

Lisa’s note: Come and see me at Midnight. Our special place. Lisa.
<Flashback:>
Vincent: I must see her, Father.
Father: She is gone.
Vincent: She can’t be.
Father: She went Above.
Vincent: Above?!
Father: It’s best…for her, I promise.
Vincent: No!
Father: Vincent –
Vincent: It’s because of me. I know it.
Father” You have done nothing wrong, Vincent. Nothing.
<end>

Vincent: A message in the night. It said so little, but I could feel the urgency in her need.
Catherine: But she didn’t come.
Vincent: No. It was almost as if I imagined it.
Catherine: There is a touring company in town. Maybe she is with them…Your memories must be strong.
Vincent: She was in the Tunnels so many years ago. We heard of her successes. Helpers would bring us news.
Catherine: I saw her dance once. It was truly inspired.
Vincent: <sigh> yes.
Catherine: What is it, Vincent?
Vincent: Please tell her she has a place …and that I am here.
Catherine: I will…Did she leave the tunnels in order to dance?
Vincent: That is not why she left…though it may have been a reason at the time.
Catherine: Why did she leave?
Vincent: Because I loved her.

Catherine: Can you tell me where Lisa Campbell’s dressing room is, please?
Seamstress: Sure, honey. She is holding court right over there at the foot of the stairs.

Catherine (to Lisa): Vincent cares about you very much. He wanted to remind you, if you had forgotten.

Lisa: <whisper> Oh, Vincent, please be here. <shout>Vincent!
Lisa: (after hugging him) Let me look at you. You’ve changed…Oh, Vincent, you are my most special memory in all of the world. (regarding him) I’d forgotten how quiet you are…You are angry. Angry I did not come the other night….(babbles with excuses)
Vincent (interrupting): Why are you here?
Lisa: Vincent, please don’t worry. I am here in NY and I so wanted to see you again…and Father…and everyone.
Vincent: You never came before.
Lisa: (pause) You know…you must think of me as a prodigalistic sister, long lost, abandon, who has found her way home again…for a visit.
Vincent: To me, you were more then a sister.

Lisa: That's something you should always remember, Samantha. You see, eighty percent of a woman's charm is in her mystery…In fact, if it hadn’t been for this place, I would never hve learned to dance at all. It was Father who found me my very first teacher and Vincent---why it was Vincent who took me to see my first ballet.
<Flashback:>
Lisa (to Vincent): One day I will be out there too, Vincent. I will dance for all the world. I will dance for kings. But I will be dancing only for you.
<end>
Lisa: Dreams begin right where you are. Right here. Right now.

Joe: That's what I like to see--taxpayer money hard at work.
Catherine: I never thought of that. Huh. I pay my own salary!

Lisa: You know, Father hates me.
Vincent: Father does not hate you.
Lisa: He hates me. Then why does he insult me with his politeness? He blames me.
Vincent: Perhaps a part of him does.
Lisa: Well, lets not talk about it---
Vincent: <sigh> Lisa, there are things you don’t know…A time in my life after you left…
Lisa: <exasperated> I only want to remember the pleasant moments.
Vincent: <sadly> Lisa—

Catherine: What does this woman mean to you, Vincent? Can you tell me?
Vincent: There are moments... images I remember so clearly, burning so deeply.
Catherine: Tell me about these moments.
Vincent: It was a time when I first felt the tremendous joy that dreams could bring... the intoxication of sending your heart soaring, into the realm of hope... At that same time I learned that for me dreams could bring more pain than I could ever bear, enough pain to destroy me…Even those around me.
Catherine: How? What happened? You can tell me. You can tell me anything.
Vincent: I once thought that. But there are things…things that I have dreamt away.
Catherine: We've never withheld the truth from each other. Never.
Vincent: I know.

Vincent: We have a responsibility to her. She has no other place.
Father: She has the world, Vincent.
Vincent: This is her home.
Father: This was her home.
Vincent: Why do you persist in punishing Lisa for what happened? For what I did.
Father: Don’t ever say that, Vincent.
Vincent: Nothing has changed since you sent her away.
Father: I didn’t send her away.
Vincent You did!
Father: No!
Vincent: How can you deny it!
Father: For God’s sake, don’t you understand! I was trying to protect you.
Vincent: Protect me?!
Father: From her…from disappointment…I watched you growing up beside Lisa, watched you growing closer together. Knowing that one day she would leave the tunnels…and you.”
<pause>
Father: I've... I've tried to be fair, Vincent, in...in raising all of you. I made choices that had to be made…Though I don't know anymore which was right and which was wrong. All I do know, Vincent, is that they were made with love.
Vincent: And it is with love that I make the choices I must, now.

<After flashback that reveals incident>
Lisa: What’s the matter? You have such a strange expression on your face…Something is the matter…I am just going to pretend that there is nothing different about you at all.
Vincent is silent.
Lisa: What on earth are you thinking about.
Vincent: What happened in this Hall.
Lisa: Winterfest! Candles! Music!
Vincent: What happened between both of us…for so long, I could not forgive myself for hurting you…driving you away.
Lisa (as if she had not heard him): I am going to make a new life for myself.
Vincent: <sigh> Lisa—
Lisa: You hold too great a reverence for the past, Vincent. It was nothing. It was child’s play.
Vincent: So, are we playing now?
Lisa: Now?
Vincent: Yes. I know you are in danger. I know you are afraid. I know you are hiding. You surround yourself with illusions, but illusions fade. Lisa---You must trust me… as you once did.

Catherine( to Lisa): You have caused him some deep pain…that I cannot reach.

Lisa:…It is over... played out. You know what “played out” means to me? It's when the music stops."

Vincent: Catherine—
Catherine: I wonder if I'll ever not be surprised to see you there.
Vincent: We have never withheld the truth from each other.
Catherine: No.
Vincent: Catherine, there are things I must tell you, about who I am…and what I am.
Catherine: Vincent... To me, you're beautiful.
Vincent: What I have to tell you is not beautiful. It's terrifying. And shameful. But it is the truth.
Catherine: Then I want to hear it.
Vincent: It's about Lisa, what she meant in my life.
Catherine: Yes?
Vincent: I would watch her dance, she would dance in the Great Hall, alone, for herself, for me. There was nothing in the world as beautiful as Lisa.
Catherine: And you desired her... There is no shame in that.
Vincent: For me there is.
Catherine: Why?
Vincent: Because I hurt her…because in my desire I forgot who I was. Who I am. As she moved closer, I wanted to hold her. She was dancing, and--and I felt a pull. It was pulling me to her, and I reached out for her. Suddenly, in her eyes, I saw fear of me. I saw myself. But I couldn't let go of her. These hands...wouldn't let go of her. And I hurt her... And I knew that these hands were not meant to give love.
Catherine: These hands are beautiful. These are my hands.
<She kissed his hands and they both weep.>

When the Blue Bird Sings

Joe: Cathy, how long is this gonna take? We're running late already.
Catherine: I just want to browse for a few minutes. I love old books!
Joe: Here. This one's old.
Catherine: The Collected Sermons of Cotton Mather? Not exactly what I had in mind.
Mr. Smythe: Perhaps, I can be of some help.
Joe: Uh, yeah, she's looking for a book.
Catherine: Something very special, a first edition maybe? Poetry?
Mr. Smythe: English poetry is at the end of aisle three. You can feel free to browse as long as you want.
Joe: We've got, like, thirty-three minutes.
Mr. Smythe: Young man, there is a video store on the next block. I understand they have Vampire Cheerleaders in stock.
Joe: Hey, I read. I'm a lawyer.
Mr. Smythe: We shan't hold that against you.

Kristopher: Try this one.
Catherine: Tennyson. First edition! This is perfect! Thank…

Mr Smythe: I see you found your book.
Catherine: Yes.
Mr Smythe: Well, Its Mr. Tennyson’s book actually. But it was waiting for you. All books wait. They sit patiently on their shelves collecting the most refine dust until their cover is opened and the pages are turned by the proper person.

Mr. Smythe (upon Joe’s return): Oh joy! The titwillow is back.

Father (looking for book): I know I've got it here... somewhere...Ah yes, I think this is--no, that's not it.... You know, I really must get Mouse to build me some bookshelves... No. On second thought, I'd better ask Cullen.

Father: Vincent, what is it?
Vincent: Nothing. For a moment I felt a coldness.

Kristopher: Excuse me.
Catherine: You!
Kristopher: Boy, this sort of thing is never very easy.
Catherine: What sort of thing?
Kristopher: Are you often approached by strangers?
Catherine: This is New York City. I'm approached by all sorts of--
Kristopher: Lunatics. Yeah. Well, uh, I'm not a lunatic, but I'm the next best thing. [Hands her his card]
Catherine: 'Kristopher Gentian, artist?'
Kristopher: Honest.
Catherine: Well, good for you, Mr. Gentian. What do you want?
Kristopher: Just you. Call me Kristopher.
Catherine: I beg your pardon?
Kristopher: You can call me Kristopher.
Catherine: I caught that part!
Kristopher: Oh! Okay, uh...I thought maybe you could model for me.
Catherine: Model for you.
Kristopher: Too eccentric?
Catherine: Is this some sort of come-on?
Kristopher: Oh no. No, no, really. It's not like that. Um... You can bring your boyfriend, or something, you know, to--to watch, make sure I don't.... try anything...
Catherine: That might be interesting.
Kristopher: Yeah. I wanna make you immortal.
Catherine: Modest, aren't you?... Thank you, I don't think so.
Kristopher: Wait--uh, my card. I only have the one.

Catherine: Would I kid you Jen? Yes, right down in the lobby!
Jenny: And then he took back his card?
Catherine: Yes! He said he only had one!
Jenny: He sounds like an artist, all right. Do you remember Craig?
Catherine: Oh God, yes. The one with the ponytail?
Jenny: Anyway, I posed for him for three weeks, in February, in a sheet, and when I finally looked at the painting I wasn't even in it.
Catherine: No!
Jenny: Well, he told me that he liked to look at naked women while he was working, that it helped his creative juices or something. But do not let me influence you. They all can't be like Craig, and you never know--this guy might turn out to be another Picasso or something!
Catherine: So, you think I should pose for him?
Jenny: Well, you might end up on the wall of the Metropolitan, and I'll buy postcards of you and send them to my friends!
Catherine: Oh yeah, maybe you could publish calendars.
Jenny: Sure. Or framed prints, or wrapping paper, or coffee mugs...there is no telling where this might end!
Catherine (sees Joe): Well, this had better end right now--the titwillow needs me!
Jenny: What?
Catherine: I'll tell you next week at dinner. Okay. Bye.
Joe: What was that all about?
Catherine: An artist followed me back from the bookstore. Jen thinks maybe I should pose for him.
Joe: Pose for him? Cathy, you gotta watch out for these artsy types. I mean they get you alone, they give you a little wine... and the next thing you know, well... I mean they've all got a line, these guys. They like to take advantage.
Catherine: How's that, Joe?
Joe: Well, you know, they try to talk you into--uh--or out of--well it's not like fashion modeling. Sometimes you have to pose... without any, uh... well, kind of... nude.
Catherine: Oh, is that all? You don't have to worry, Joe. I posed for a life study class in college! ... Are you blushing, Joe?
Joe: Hey look, this is, uh, none of my business, okay? I need the Ketter testimony broken down by tomorrow morning... Are you sure this guy's on the up-and-up? There's a scam on every corner of this city, Radcliffe. He give you a name?
Catherine: Mmm-hmm. Kristopher Gentian.
Joe: Gentian.
Catherine: Relax, Joe. I'm sure he's harmless.
Joe: Yeah. Famous last words. I need that stuff tomorrow morning.
Catherine: Okay. I'll take it home…Do it tonight.
Joe: In college. That'd be Radcliffe, right? You had me going there for a second, Chandler. That's a girls' school!
Rita: Didn't Radcliffe go co-ed?
Catherine: Mmm-hmm. In 1971. But you'd better not tell Joe.

Catherine: It's been so long. I was afraid...
Vincent: That I might not come? ...I was away. There is a place, miles beneath the city, a nameless river that runs through the darkness. Sometimes I go there.
Catherine: I wanted you to have this.
Vincent: Tennyson. First edition.
Catherine: I always loved Idylls of the King. I even knew some parts of it by heart. Some nights I've dreamt of Camelot…and Lancelot.
Vincent: Lancelot was fatally flawed. Destined never to find the grail.
Catherine: Still... he was the greatest knight of all.

Vincent: (reading “The Lady of Shalott”, Tennyson)
“But in her web she still delights
To weave the mirror’s magic sights,
For often thro’ the silent nights
A funeral, with plumes and lights
And music, went to Camelot;”
Kristopher: (reciting “The Lady of Shalott”, Tennyson)
“Or when the moon was overhead,
Came two young lover lately wed:”
Catherine (to Vincent): Go, before they see you! Go!
Catherine(steps forward to meet intruder): Kristopher???
Kristopher: You didn’t have to send him away.
Catherine: What the hell do you think you are doing here?
Kristopher: God, he reads beautifully.
Catherine: I want you to stop following me.
Kristopher: Do you think he would sit for me?
Catherine: Who are you talking about?
Kristopher: What century did he walk out of, Cathy? What storybook?
Catherine: This is outrageous!
Kristopher: (quotes “The decay of Lying (excerpt)” Oscar Wilde )
“And over our heads will float the blue bird singing of beautiful and impossible things, of things that are beautiful, of things that are lovely and that never happen, of things that are not and that should be.”

Father: Did he see you?
Vincent: I don’t know…perhaps a glimpse.
Father: A glimpse! And if he thinks about what he saw. If he wonders about it. Vincent do you realize the risk?
Vincent: I’ve lived with that risk all my life. Do you think I could ever forget it?
Father: I think sometimes…you grow careless, especially of late. You and Catherine …lose yourselves in the moment…
Vincent: And the night. And the stars…
Father: And in each other.
Vincent: No! That is not how it was. I heard all the stirrings of the city. The distant sound of traffic. The wind rustling the foliage. Someone skipping stones across the lagoon.
Father: Then how possibly could this man creep up on you unawares?
Vincent: I don’t know!
Father: There must be a rational explanation.
Vincent: Fine! Tell me what it is.

Catherine: You are being very trying, Kristopher!
Kristopher: I can't help it! I'm an artist!
Catherine: An artist, I know! Since when is invasion of privacy a part of the creative process?
Kristopher: I follow my heart.
Catherine: Well, next time you may just follow it past the Louvre into the city jail!

Catherine: I thought you were shy.
Kristopher: I am large. I contain multitudes. (Walt Witman)

Kristopher: Nothing lasts forever, Cathy.
Catherine: That is a strange thing for an artist to say. They live forever—here.” (Pointing to painting)

Kristopher (his art): My stuff is a little... strange.

Kristopher: So you'll pose for me, right?
Catherine: Oh, you never give up!
Kristopher: Does a moth give up when he sees the most beautiful flame he's ever beheld?
Catherine: That is a good way to get your wings singed.
Kristopher: Given my profession, Cathy, my wings are forever singed.

Catherine: …I’ve never seen a ghost with a cappuccino mustache.

Catherine: There was a man in the shop when I was here yesterday.
Mr. Smythe: Well, of course there was.
Catherine: Well, I need to talk to him.
Mr. Smythe: Well, that should be easy. He's standing right behind you!
Catherine: No, no. Not Joe.
Mr. Smythe: I understand.
Joe: She's looking for some guy she found back in the poetry section.
Mr. Smythe: Well, it's definitely not you, then.

Narcissa: Vincent! Come!
Vincent: You heard me approach.
Narcissa: I saw you…in the water. Oh yes, child. Come look.
Vincent: All I see is ripples and reflections, the flame of the candle.
Narcissa: You are your father’s son.
Vincent: What do you see?
Narcissa: The past. The future. Faces of the dead. Spirits seek their own level too, like the water. But, I am a crazy old woman. Ask the Father. Did he tell you ghost stores when you were young, Child?
Vincent: I fled the headless horseman. I rode in Kipling’s phantom rickshaw. Yes, I remember Marley’s ghost.
Narcissa: Bound by chains, he forged in life. But, there are other kinds of chains…fear, love, hate, dreams.
Vincent: Your world has room for spirit, Narcissa. Catherine lives in another world, a world where ghosts only walk in stories.
Narcissa: Are you so sure, Child? Come here. Look again. Open your eyes. Look deep. Could such a being as this walk the world your Catherine lives in?

Catherine: You lied to me.
Mr Smythe: Well, I fibbed.

Mr Smythe (books): I bought those back. It was only right. Old friends coming home again.

Mr Smythe: My dear young lady, you are so young and cynical. You should not be so certain. The world devours all of our certainties…and our beauties as well.

Catherine: Vincent, for minute I thought…Well, thank God, its you. I tell you, I am…
Vincent: “half sick of shadows”? (Lady of Shallot, Tennyson)
Catherine: Yes. I was ready to give up before you unlocked the door.
Vincent: Catherine, I did not unlock any doors.
Catherine: Then…?

Kristopher: So many questions. Watch out, you might get answers. You’ll explain all the wonders and mysteries of life…then all the wonders and mysteries…die.

Vincent: Coloring books.
Kristopher: I could not get enough of these when I was little.
Catherine: You went outside the lines.
Kristopher: I like going outside the lines.
Vincent: Some men ignore the boundaries…hum…All the boundaries.

Vincent: He is gone, Catherine. I have no sense of him.
Catherine: That’s impossible.
Vincent: Is it?
Catherine: Then he must be hiding somewhere…or maybe there is another door.
Vincent: Or a magical one.
Catherine: I don’t believe in magic.
Vincent: Then what is all this. (the art)

Catherine: Mr Smythe, did you come with Kristopher?
Mr Smythe: From his family crypt?
Catherine: I knew he would not be able to resist his own opening.
Mr Smythe: I am sure he is here in spirit. To think we came so close to losing all this. You have done a marvelous thing.
Catherine: All I contributed was the setting. The marvels belong to Kristopher. We have sold half a dozen works already. The rest should be gone before the show is over. The gallery takes a commission off the top and I told then to send the rest of the money to you.
Mr Smythe: Me? My dear lady, whatever for?
Catherine: For Kristopher, of coarse. He will need money for paint, canvas, rent…
Mr Smythe: But Kristopher is dead.
Catherine: So, you don’t want the money.
Mr Smythe: You mustn’t put words in my mouth! There is always...um…cemetery upkeep. Oh, um…As long as I am here, I hope you would not mind introducing me to the proprietor of this establishment.
Catherine: In case…say…more works of Kristopher Gentian should happen to show up.
Mr Smythe: I dare say…You can never tell.

Catherine: He had his sketch of me to work from, I suppose. But he must of painted you from memory. Astonishing. Isn’t it?
Vincent: You might even say…magical.
Catherine: Now, you’re starting to sound like Kristopher.
Vincent: Am I?
Vincent: Hmm.
Catherine: Why are you smiling?
Vincent: Kristopher worked only in oils.
Catherine: Yes.
Vincent: Oils take months to dry completely, Catherine, sometimes years. This canvas...
Catherine: Don't say it. I have to hold on to some of my certainties, don't I?

Kristopher voiceover: (The Decay of Lying (excerpt), Oscar Wilde )
“We shall lay our hands upon the basilisk, and see the jewel in the toad's head. Champing his gilded oats, the Hippogriff will stand in our stalls, and over our heads will float the Blue Bird singing of beautiful and impossible things, of things that are lovely and that never happened, of things that are not and that should be.”

The Watcher

Vincent (voiceover): I look out on this city of night and tonight I am one with it. I see the pathways and crossroads…the rush of possibilities, and I feel every point of light that is a life…each with its wonders and terrors. I see how, in a single night, a world can be transformed. How in one terrifying and wondrous moment my world was transformed…on a night as dark and glittering as this. Two years ago I found Catherine.

Catherine: Two years ago…tonight…I thought maybe we could go inside…by the fire… It’s warm.

Jenny’s phone call: Are you okay?
Catherine: Yeah. I’m fine. Why?
Jenny: I don’t know. I just had one of those weird dreams, and you were in it.
Catherine: Well, I’m fine.
Jenny: You sure?
Catherine: Positive.
Jenny: Why are you awake?
Catherine: Go back to sleep, Jen.

Watcher’s phone call: Cathy, I can see you….And I can see him.

Catherine: Get off the balcony.
Vincent: What is it?
Catherine: Someone’s watching. Go! I’ll meet you down Below…. Please, Vincent. Go!

Vincent: Do you have any idea who it might be?
Catherine: There was a call on my answering machine yesterday. I…I didn't think anything of it.
I just thought it was just a prank call.
Vincent: What do we do now?
Catherine: I can’t go to the police. We can’t take that chance. We don’t know what he has. I mean…maybe he took pictures….Vincent…the balcony isn’t safe anymore. That was the only part of my world that belonged to us. I will not let him destroy it.

Father: Vincent, someone has seen you. If you go to her, he'll see you again.
Vincent: How can I leave her alone? She must be protected.
Father: If she is in danger…we'll find a way to protect her. There are other ways.
Vincent: This is Catherine. I must protect her.
Father: Of course. And what is she doing to find this man?
Vincent: All she can, but she’s alone in this. She refuses to seek help. She’s afraid for me…for our secret.
Father: And he probably knows that.
Vincent: And will use it to torment her.

Catherine (to Joe about case file list): I ordered these just to keep my files up-to-date…but you're cute when you're worried.

Jenny: I don’t know. It’s just a crazy dream. I...I feel I…I'm putting a curse on you.
Catherine: I'm going to throw something at you if you don't tell me about this dream. Come on, Jen. Not all your bad dreams come true.
Jenny: Um… Okay. You were…well, I don’t know where you were, but there were flowers…all around. And um…all of a sudden the lights went out, and you were in the dark. And you were…uh…trying to move, but you couldn’t. And there was this...ah…hand, but it wasn’t connected to anything, and it was trying to touch you.
Catherine: Uh-huh...
Jenny: And…uh…you wanted to scream, but you couldn't.
Catherine: If a severed hand comes at me, I'm gonna scream. Guaranteed -- I will scream.
Jenny: Okay, so you started running --
Catherine: And the hand is still after me?
Jenny: I don't know, Cath. Um…You were running, a-and I don’t know whether …you were running from someone…or maybe to someone... But you couldn’t catch your breath... you couldn’t breathe.
Catherine: And then what?
Jenny: I woke up. I guess I needed to hear the sound of your voice, so I called you……What?
Catherine: It is so strange that you have these dreams...
Jenny: Why?
Catherine: About a minute after you called, I got another call from some guy.
Jenny: Who?
Catherine: I don't know -- I don't know who he is. He just… He said something that scared me.
Jenny: What did he say?
Catherine: Nah. It's not important. But if I ever find out who he is, I'm going to strangle him, and then your dream will have a happy ending.
Jenny: Oh, my god, I can't believe you said that.
Catherine: What?
Jenny: I didn’t want to tell you. That is…what I saw. You couldn't breathe. There was something around your neck. You were trying to pull it off. You were being strangled….You died Cathy.

Vincent: Did he contact you?
Catherine: He sent me flowers.
Vincent: It was more than just flowers.
Catherine: He knows about you...about us. And until we find out what he wants…
Vincent: He wants you, Catherine.
Catherine: Vincent, you have to stay away.
Vincent: I feel your fear. How do I leave you alone with that?
Catherine: Because I can handle fear -- but if something happened to you...
Vincent: Come below tonight.
Catherine: I can’t. I can’t let him do that to me. I can’t…We’re alone in this.

Joe: I'm not leaving. I'm gonna sleep right there…on that short-little-dinky couch.
Catherine: No, you're not.
Joe: Yes, I am.
Catherine: No, you're not.
Joe: Why not?
Catherine: I have my reasons. ...Whatever it is, Cathy, we can get you out of it.
Catherine: No, we can't.
Joe: Okay. Here’s your keys. Lock your door. Put one of your chairs in front of it. On second thought, put one of your couches in front of it….

Vincent(after rescue): Oh, Catherine...
Catherine: I love you...

Joe (about Vincent’s cloak): What’s this?
Catherine: Someone gave it to me to keep me warm.

Catherine: Jen…I’m not going to be alone.
Jenny: Oh…You’re not going to be alone? Well…um... What am I doing here?

Vincent: I felt you go… I felt you go.
Catherine: Hold me tighter…Tighter.

Catherine: Someone else could be watching.
Vincent: Perhaps.
Catherine: We can’t be afraid, can we? We can’t let that stop us.
Vincent: This balcony is our window…our vantage point. And…perhaps, Catherine…someone behind one of those lights is watching…and smiling on us.
Catherine: Perhaps they are.

Vincent (Catherine in his arms): How do you feel now? Are you still afraid?
Catherine: No. Just very grateful.
Vincent: We have endured…much.
Catherine: Yes, we have. And I know, in the deepest part of who I am, that whatever happens now, Vincent, we will endure. We will.

A Distant Shore

Catherine: Last time I was in LA, I was eight. I got sick on cotton candy at Disneyland and vomited in
                 Sleeping Beauty’s Castle.

Catherine: I don’t like leaving. I love the city. I like being home.

Rita: Hey, why don’t you take him with you?
Catherine: He has a tough time getting away.

Vincent: Three thousand miles. That's a great distance to be apart from someone.
Catherine: Someone close.
Vincent: How long will you be away?
Catherine: A week, maybe. Is there something you'd like me to bring you from California? (He nods.) What?
Vincent: Yourself, safely home.
Catherine: I'm only going to interview someone. It won't be dangerous.
Vincent: If something should happen to you--
Catherine: I'll be all right. You'll be with me.
Vincent: Tomorrow you'll be standing on another shore, looking out on another ocean.
Catherine: I'll be seeing it for both of us.
Vincent: I'll miss you, Catherine.
Catherine: I already miss you.

Father: Vincent. How about a game of chess?
Vincent: Not tonight.
Father: Ah, I see. The prospect of beating me doesn't excite you, eh?
Vincent: Well, I must admit, that thrill has begin to wear thin.
Father: Are you suggesting it's no contest any more? ... You might be surprised.
Vincent: I've never been one to deny the possibility of miracles.
Father: Miracles, eh? ... That bad, is it? ... And I was just about to say how pleasant it was spending an
            evening with you!

Father: You miss her.
Vincent: I miss feeling her near, knowing where to find her.
Father: How fortunate you are, Vincent, to know that feeling.
Vincent: Yes.
Father: So, until she returns, you'll simply have to put up with me.

Vincent: One of my fondest memories was when I began to read, truly read.
Father: Ferociously, I remember.
Vincent: Every night after dinner we would read to each other something we had found that day--a poem, a
              passage, something that struck us in a deep place.
Father: Yes…I know.
Vincent: And we would talk sometimes into the night about what all the words meant…about everything.
Father: Those were wonderful talks, I remember.
Vincent: No child ever had a better education.
Father: And I promise you, Vincent, no father ever learned more from any child.

Vincent reads: Aquainted With The Night by Robert Frost

“I have been one acquainted with the night.
I have walked out in rain---and back in rain.
I have out walked the furthest city light.

I have looked down the saddest city lane.
I have passed by the watchman on his beat
And dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain.

I have stood still and stopped the sound of feet.

When far away an interrupted cry
Came over houses from another street,

But not to call me back or say good-buy,
And further still at an unearthly height,
One luminary cloak against the sky

Proclaimed the time was neither wrong nor right
I have been one acquainted with the night.”

Vincent: The park is beautiful when it is wet.

Vincent: I found myself on Catherine's balcony.
Father: There can be little comfort in that, when it's empty.
Vincent: I wanted a sense of her.
Father: What did you find?
Vincent: Only her absence.
Father: What about your... your connection to her, your bond?
Vincent: I feel it…at a distance. She is so far away.
Father: But you can feel it?
Vincent: Oh, yes.
Father: Then trust in that, Vincent... It's a remarkable thing, to feel the beat of a woman's heart, on a distant
            shore.

Mouse: Vincent…….Stars are pretty.
Vincent: Yeessss……Look, its Orion. The three brightest stars in his belt.
Mouse: Seen those before. Last year.
Vincent: He returns every year, the hunter striding across the winter sky, never resting. Catherine walks
              under these same stars, even now.
Mouse: Helper brought this down…for you….from Catherine. Not Mouse’s fault…came that way.
Vincent: Sand---from the shore of the Pacific. How far it’s come.

Catherine’s Letter :
(Vincent’s voiceover) “Vincent, it's the strangest thing. We've never been so far apart, and yet I can feel you with me, so deeply. Sometimes, it's as if I'm seeing things through your eyes. The sun is coming up now. The sky is pink, the ocean is deep purple, and I feel like a child.” (Catherine’s voiceover) “ I wish I could just scoop it up with a shell, and run to you, and pour it into your hand. Everything... the cry of the gulls, the warm sun, the breeze and the ocean spray it carries the taste of salt... the waves... God, it's so quiet right now, Vincent, and the waves are so peaceful, and the feeling is one of solitude, except you're here, too. I find myself talking to you, listening to you. This morning, I think we walked for miles together, just you and me--and it was so clear, Vincent! I don't think I imagined it. I think we walked for miles together... I miss you.”

The First Time I Loved Forever
Lyrics by Melanie Safka Vocal: Lisa Angelle

The first time I loved forever,
Was when you whispered my name
And I knew at once you loved me
For the me of who I am

The first time I loved forever
I cast all else aside
And I bid my heart to follow
Be there no more need to hide

And if wishes and dreams are merely for children
And if love's a tale for fools
I'll live the dream with you

For all my life and forever
There's a truth I'll always know
When my world divides and shatters
Your love is where I'll go

Father: Vincent……….Vincent……
Vincent: She’s coming back….She’s coming back!

Catherine: Joe only eats his mother's lasagna.
Joe: That's not true!

Taxi Driver (quoting (?) the Great Gatsby): “The city, as seen from the Queensboro Bridge, is always the city seen for the first time in its wild promise of all the mystery and beauty in the world.” Can’t do any better then that, Lady.

Vincent: Catherine...
Catherine: I'm back.
Vincent: I felt your return... Oh, these four days...
Catherine: I know. I know!
Vincent: There was a moment... I thought you were in great danger... There was nothing I could do--I
               wanted so desperately to reach out to you!
Catherine: But you did, Vincent. I could feel you watching over me. I heard you call out! ... Vincent, you
               saved me...
Vincent: Catherine, this... this bond we share, this connection...
Catherine: Yes. It's that strong!

Trial

Vincent: What is it Catherine? What makes you so sad?
Catherine: Sometimes I see things…and I wonder if there is hope left for any of us.
Vincent: I have known that feeling.
Catherine: A father beats his child to death. What does that say about us---our world---and the way we treat each other?
Vincent: Evil exists. Its real, we know that…but when it touches little children…it tells us that no one any where is safe. We have children living with us Below that have suffered more in their young years then anyone should have been allowed to in a hundred lifetimes.
Catherine: Where is the hope?
Vincent: Within you. Within us. We must not let it die; we must protect it.

Joe: Cathy, you are thinking with your heart.
Catherine: So will the Jury.

Catherine: So, I am just supposed to put aside my feelings?
Joe: If it interferes with your work? Absolutely.

Catherine: It’s hard for me to separate myself like that.
Joe: I know.

Vincent: You must continue fighting---
Catherine: I know.
Vincent: Even if there is nothing you can do. You must do it for the child, for his memory. For all of us who refuse to accept that child’s death---alone in a room---that the child’s suffering not be forgotten.
Catherine: It won’t, Vincent.
Vincent: It must not be forgotten because that child stands in silent judgment of us all.

Joe: You don’t need my help, never did………I got to tell you, I have never been so proud.
Catherine: Thank you, Joe, I never expected that.

Joe: Cathy, the verdict is going to ride as much as on emotions as facts.

Catherine(closing remarks to jury): Ladies and gentlemen, I would like to tell you about a place, a special place I know where this disease does not exist. A place where many people go to when they are in pain, when they are being abused. The disease does go there but it never stays. It is in our hearts, that room where hatred and cruelty don’t belong………this disease needs a different name. That name I would give it is “heartlessness.” Only a man with an empty heart could brutalize and terrorize those that love him………(he) has no heart.

Catherine: Its over. We won.
Vincent: Good.
Catherine: It’s a beginning. (Noticing absence of echoes in the Whispering Gallery)Where are the voices? It’s all so quiet.
Vincent: Sometimes, when the wind shifts the voices, the echoes, are lost.
Catherine: Are you sad, Vincent?
Vincent: More the once I have heard a child’s voice crying out. There was no way I could reach it, no way I could even find it. All I could do was stand there and listen to it cry and wonder…How can we begin to love life? How could we accept its gifts? How could we forget, even for a moment, when children suffered the way they did?
Catherine: We can only start with ourselves, I guess. With our own lives to try to touch the ones that cross our paths. That is what you did for me the night you found me. It is everything you have given me from that moment on. We won today because we had the truth and it touched people. People recognized it in their hearts that it can’t be denied. So, we keep on fighting.
Vincent: Yes, we keep on fighting.

A Kingdom by the Sea

Catherine (pruning rosebush): Ow! Darn it!
Vincent: Catherine, are you hurt?
Catherine: How long have you been…(blushing)
Vincent: Only a moment. You were so absorbed in your work; I did not want to intrude.
Catherine: I must have appeared pretty ridiculous. (laughing with embarrassment)
Vincent: No. You looked…determined.
Catherine: The terrace gets so much morning sun, I thought a rosebush might do well here.
Vincent: Roses!
Catherine: The man at the nursery said that it was a very special bush…if I don’t kill it with my gardening.
Vincent: Catherine, your hand!
Vincent bends to kiss her hand.
They stare at each other.
Vincent drops his eyes.
Catherine catches his chin.
Stare.

Elliot( to Catherine): I don’t care about your approval. All I want now is your help. You owe me.

Elliot: Listen, Cathy, he is an old man and he is very…he is very important to me.

Elliot: Cathy, can’t you trust me this once?
Catherine: Can I?

Vincent: Elliot Burch.
Catherine (pacing): He says this man is important to him…whatever that means.
Vincent: And you wonder whether you should believe him.
Catherine: When he was talking about Kasmareck, there was something in his voice, in his eyes. I don’t think he means to harm him.
Vincent: You have been wrong about Elliot Burch before.
Catherine: And if I make the wrong choice…(sighs) Elliot, the Master of Half-Truths. He is hiding something from me. I know it.
Vincent: Earlier tonight, for a moment, I felt your fear.
Catherine: In the garage?
Vincent: I was coming for you, when suddenly the fear disappeared when you…saw him.
Catherine: Elliot may be many things, but…he would never hurt me.
Vincent: Your mind is full of doubts, but your heart still trusts this man.
Catherine: Are you saying I should help him?
Vincent: We must, Catherine. I owe him my life.

Catherine(of Kasmereck): He’s your father.

Elliot: Cathy, if we don’t make it tonight. (kisses her) At least now, I can die happy.

Elliot: Elliot Burch doesn't have a father. Didn't you know that all great men create themselves? They do. I mean, he was Stosh Kasmareck's father. And the way he saw it, I killed his son. And his wife.

Elliot: I had so many dreams…just out of reach…because of who I was, what I was.

Catherine: Don’t fight it, Elliot, let yourself grieve.
Elliot: I’ve been grieving for twelve years. It’s long enough.

Father: How is Catherine.
Vincent: Alive. Safe.
Father: If only there was some way in which I could keep both of you safe... to shield you from harm... from pain.
Vincent: From life.
Father: Because I love you, Vincent, I love both of you.
Vincent: Even love can wound, Father. The grave is a fine, safe place. But if we live, we bleed.

Catherine: Elliot, you asked for me to trust you. I have. Things you have seen tonight. Places we have been. Whatever you have heard or imagined. All of it must be forgotten. All of it, Elliot.
Elliot: Why? What happened back there?
Catherine: I can’t tell you.
Elliot: Well, what kind of trust is that?
Catherine: The only kind I have to offer.
Elliot: Cathy, back when I kissed you on the pier…
Catherine: No Elliot. Don’t.
Elliot: Deny it all you want. Something was there. You felt it. What are you afraid of? Why can’t you think of the possibilities?
Catherine: Because, there is no possibility!
Elliot (truth dawning): There is somebody else.
Catherine: Sorry, Elliot.
Elliot: That makes two of us.

Catherine: Vincent, you’re hurt.
Vincent: It's a kind of hurt that heals easily.
Catherine: Tell me what you are feeling?
Vincent: Elliot is... a king in your world.
Catherine: Yes, in a way.
Vincent: He can offer you so much, power to do great good, beauties undreamed of. He can walk beside you in the daylight. Last night, I... felt your fear for him, the sorrows you shared, your joy when you knew he was alive, and when death was nearest, when he...
Catherine: When he kissed me.
Vincent: Yes. I felt... that, too.
Catherine: I've never felt closer to Elliot than I did last night. I saw so much of what he's always kept hidden, the boy he once was, a man he could be. We almost died together and when he kissed me, just for an instant, some small part of me responded. And I wished... I wished that it was...you.

Vincent (of Elliot): Once I thought I could never understand this man. Now sometimes I understand him all too well. He has his own kind of nobility.
Catherine: And his own kind of tragedies.
Vincent: So many contradictions. Light, darkness, good and evil, pain and joy. How can these things live side by side in one man...in one world?
Catherine: How doesn't matter, Vincent, they do. It's life.
Catherine: Look! (rosebush has bloomed with red and white roses)
Hug.

The Hollow Men

Catherine: What’s wrong?
Vincent: I have just seen something... hideous.
Catherine: What?
Vincent: A woman…murdered before my eyes.
Catherine: My god, Vincent! Where?
Vincent: The park.
Catherine: Tonight!
Vincent: Just now.
Catherine: What happened?
Vincent: The ones who killed her were barely more than boys. I’ve seen death before, even murder, but not like this, not so cold...
Catherine: Tell me what happened.
Vincent (horrified): They rejoiced in it.

Joe: This is the fourth time in three weeks I have been pulled out of bed to come down and look at a teen with her throat slashed…I don’t want to do it again!

Father: Must you go?
Vincent: Yes, I must.
Father: Because of last night? Vincent, what do you expect to do? I mean, do you think you are going to find them?
Vincent: I don’t know. But I can’t simply sit here while they are searching for their next victim.
Father: How do you know they are?
Vincent: Catherine says they have already killed four times and I saw…I saw how they killed.
Father: So, you intend to go Above night after night hoping to find them?
Vincent: What else can I do? I cannot go forth into their courts and tell them what I witnessed…I must do something.
Father: Vincent, what you witnessed last night was unspeakable. Of coarse, you are… outraged… sickened... but what you feel is the price. The price of admission when you venture into that world…a world we came down here to escape.
Vincent: Father, we cannot escape that. The world Above is as much a part of who we are, as our lives Below. It touches us. Those who seek refuge from it bring their memories with them. The children grow and leave us and go into that world to find their futures. We are not separate…and when evil touches that world, it touches us as well…and if it allowed to flourish, it touches us all the more.
Father: Vincent, we have little choice in that matter. Their system of justice is their own; it belongs to them, not to us.
Vincent: What I have seen lives in me. The horror of it belongs to me now…And there is something else in the world Above that I cannot escape…in that world lives someone I love.

Mouse(out of breath): Message for UpTop. Had to catch you. (Searching pockets.) Was right here. From Catherine. Very important.
Vincent (patiently): Perhaps it fell out of your pocket while you were running here.
Mouse: Maybe in the Chute. Short message. Hard to hold on to.
Vincent: How short was it, Mouse?
Mouse: Three words. “They’ve been caught.”
(Vincent’s look alone chastises Mouse for reading the note.)
Vincent (sighs): That is good news. Thank you.
Mouse: Ok good. Ok fine. (starts to scurry away.)
Vincent: How it that you happen to know what Catherine’s message said?
Mouse(sheepishly): Good to read. Father says so.

Joe: What is going on here, Cathy?
Catherine: He can’t testify.

Catherine: They made it a game of killing those girls and they acted like they owned all of this…just flaunting their privileges. I’m glad you didn’t see it, it was disgusting!
Vincent: I did see it, in the park that night.
Catherine: They knew they were protected by their families. They could do anything---even kill---and laugh about it.
Vincent (noting Catherine’s fatigue): You are tired, you should try and get some rest.
Catherine: I can’t just forget it…It happens you know---you see outrages like today, even dead kids with no names, and you start to forget them. I can’t let that happen.
Vincent: It never will.
Catherine: I’m not so sure.
Vincent: Passion is something that cannot be forgotten, it’s got a life of its own.
Catherine: But it can die, Vincent.
Vincent: Once you have it, it lives in you. To live by it requires all your strength.
Catherine: And someone to remind you… (sigh) I am tired....

Vincent(from the shadows): I know who you are. I know what you have done. I know where you live…and I warn you---This will stop!

Catherine: You can’t do this!
Vincent: They must be stopped!
Catherine: Not this way!!
Vincent: Then how?...How?! Last night I stopped them from killing again!
Catherine: They will be caught, Vincent. Trust me. They will be caught.
Vincent: Before they kill again? They were caught, and then they were set free!
Catherine: You can’t endanger yourself because of it. It’s wrong!
Vincent: With my own eyes, I saw them kill a defenseless woman. How can I pretend, mainly because I cannot walk into your courts, that what I saw did not happen?
Catherine: I know it seems unjust. It is unjust- but you have to let me---you have to let my world deal with it.
Vincent: They came into my world. They come into the back streets and the alleys, looking to play in the darkness. I know the darkness, I am its friend, and I know it is nothing to be played with. When they come into my world, Catherine, I will be there, waiting for them. When they come looking for the darkness, they will find me.

Vincent (despondent): Nothing. Nothing but madness, nothing but blood…When will it stop?

What Rough Beast

Catherine (after attack): They weren’t policemen. They couldn’t be.
Vincent: Do you have any idea who might have sent them?
Catherine: Do you really think they were sent by someone?
Vincent: What happened in the park hardly seems…
Catherine:…random?
Vincent: Who would have done such a thing? Why?

Catherine (at Diner): Elliot? This is the last place in the world that I would expect to find you.
Elliot: “Wha you talk’n ‘bout?” I am an old aficionado of greasy spoons.
Catherine: Really…Why are you here?
Elliot: I just wanted to see you, Cathy.
Catherine: Elliot---
Elliot: Just wanted you to know that I am here for you…waiting.
Catherine: I don’t want you to wait for me.
Elliot: Cathy, I don’t want to wait either but the way things seem to be---I don’t have much choice, do I? I mean, you told me that there is someone else in your life---I can’t do anything about that…and I can’t change how I feel about you.

Shadowy figure: If you had arrived at the park sooner, you would have seen something extraordinary.
Spirko: Like what?
Shadowy figure: Patience, Mr. Spirko, you are only at the beginning.

Shadowy figure: The pattern of killings began two years ago. A gruesome pattern of lacerations, throat puncture wounds, deep slashings…The victims are generally left to bleed to death.
Spirko: Then, last night was not the first time?
Shadowy figure: Nor will it be the last.
Spirko: Listen, you know the killer?
Shadowy figure: Not exactly…but I know why he kills.
Spirko: Why?
Shadowy figure: To protect someone.
Spirko: Who?
Shadowy figure: A beautiful woman---a very beautiful woman. She is the key. You find her; she will lead you to the killer. She is…an assistant DA. Her name… is Catherine Chandler.

Catherine (to Spirko): What do you think you are going to find?

Father: You’re hesitant about telling Vincent.
Catherine: Memory of those moments are painful to him.
Father: Catherine, he should be told. Every time you meet, every moment you spend together now…increases the risk.
Catherine: I know.
Father: You mustn’t blame yourself. This was inevitable. I knew this from the moment he brought you to us.
Catherine: I do blame myself, Father.
Father: Don’t—
Catherine: It’s me he protects. What he does, he does in my name.
Father: He protects all of us. He protects the people he loves.
Catherine: The feeling of shame, Father…I have watched---I have seen him when he loses himself.
Father: I know it is terrifying---anyone would feel the same---
Catherine (he misunderstands): NO!…Part of me…shares that with him. In some deep way, I wonder, have I been reckless? Have I put myself in danger knowing he would come to me?

Shadowy figure: Mr. Spirko, this is not some crazed vigilante fixated on Catherine Chandler. This is something that is entirely different. This is something that has never been.
Spirko: You keep saying cryptic stuff like that.
Shadowy figure: You should hear the sounds.
Spirko: Sounds?
Shadowy figure: Of his killings. Sounds you will never forget…

Vincent: The reporter…Father has already told me.
Catherine: I’m sorry.
Vincent: No need to apologize. We will not let this defeat us.

Spirko: Why did she run?
Steven Bass: Because she knew he would come……He ruined my legs!……He ought to be punished---not for me---I don’t care about me---but for Cathy……She called him, Vincent. That is his name. They have a sick relationship……He is not a man---I mean, he is not human……(shows his wounds) Do you see now?

Spirko: I told you, I am only after the truth.
Catherine: Steven does not know the truth!

Spirko: Steven Bass and I are not the only ones who know about Vincent. There is someone who knows a hell of a lot more then either of us.

Vincent: If I ask you…would you tell me the truth, Father?
Father: Of course.
Vincent: Am I a man?
Father: (long pause) Part of you is.
Vincent: And the part that is not? The part that takes over…that the man in me cannot forget…cannot close his eyes in peace.
Father: I don’t know the answer to that, Vincent. I honestly don’t know.
Vincent: You have educated the man. You have nurtured that man. Read him poetry. Taught him to love…But, the other---you don’t understand…you don’t understand its power.
Father: Vincent---
Vincent: Father, I cannot control my thoughts…Father, I’m afraid…
Father and son embrace.

Catherine: You said you came to me out of concern and the whole time you’ve been undermining everything that meant anything to me!
Elliot: Cathy, calm down. Would you mind telling me what I am supposed to be doing?
Catherine: You know damn well---
Elliot: Why don’t you believe me? The only time I have seen Bernie Spirko’s name is in a byline in the NY Sentinel.
Catherine: You leaked the Corrales story to him last year. And for all I know, he is probably still on your payroll!
Elliot: I never gave Spirko a penny!
Catherine: How can you deny it?
Elliot: Listen to yourself! You’re supposed to be an attorney. Whatever happened to innocent until proven guilty?
Catherine: This is not a court of law!
Elliot: Cath!…Ok---Cathy, I know you’ve got secrets in your life. OK, I know that what’s happening now is very real to you and causing you a lot of pain. But you can’t…
Catherine: Stop it, Elliot! Just stop it! (storms out)
Elliot (on phone): Get me Manning.

Vincent: What is it, Catherine?
Catherine: Its Elliot Burch…Elliot is the one who has been feeding information to the reporter.
Vincent: Elliot?
Catherine: They know your name, Vincent…Somehow, they got to Steven Bass…Father is right, the risk is becoming too great…we can’t see each other until this is over.
Vincent: Perhaps if Elliot understood…
Catherine: No.
Vincent: But he is a man that could understand.
Catherine: I thought so too once. But he has shown himself. He is out to condemn us…to destroy us.
Vincent: Condemn us?
Catherine: He knows that we are…different…that we are beyond his experience and that must threaten him.
Vincent: It is I who is different…
Catherine: No, Vincent. It’s us. I’ve learned that. We share the responsibility of who we are---together.
Vincent(holding head with hands): My mind is filled with thoughts beyond imagining.
Catherine: If they ever found you---
Vincent: They will never find me. I will vanish. Bury myself deep inside the earth.
Catherine: Then you would be lost to me.
Vincent: Without you…I will be lost to myself.

Spirko: His name is Vincent. His face is deformed in some way---grotesque---and so are his hands.
Shadowy figure: Tell me about his hands…
Spirko: They are incredibly strong. He uses them to kill---and this might sound strange, but I think they seem more like claws.
Shadowy figure: Is he human, Mr. Spirko?
Spirko: What else could he be?
Shadowy figure: I am asking you.
Spirko: He walks, he talks…he loves…
Shadowy figure: …Catherine Chandler---Have you seen her?
Spirko: This morning and she was pretty shaken up by what I knew.
Shadowy figure: Would a picture be useful to you, Mr. Spirko? You have done a very good job and I think you have earned the privilege. It is time I arrange a little introduction…

Catherine: You can’t do this!
Spirko: Why not?
Catherine: Because you don’t know…
Spirko: Hey, Lady, don’t tell me what I know! I have earned every word of this story.
Catherine: You have no idea what this story is really about!
Spriko: I think I have seen enough, don’t you?
Catherine: If you print that…you will destroy Vincent, myself---Doesn’t that mean anything to you?
Spirko: It’s not a personal thing, Miss Chandler. It’s news.

Catherine: I’m shaking. (Vincent embraces her)
Vincent: What you said was true, Catherine. It must end now---we must end…They know everything.
Catherine: No---
Vincent: This man will never stop. Elliot…will never stop. They will hunt me until they find me…or until I am dead.
Catherine: Then, I will come with you---
Vincent: It’s no life for you---
Catherine: Or for you.
Vincent: It is my life.
Catherine (breaking from his embrace): I don’t know what to do!
Vincent: You must face what we both feared might come to pass from the very beginning. It is all we can do. Remember our love. Let it guide you, give you courage. Know that what we had can never be taken away from us.
Catherine: Vincent! Don’t!
Vincent: Catherine! Go! ….Quickly, please!
Catherine: Hold me!…Just hold me one last time!
(They cling to each other in desperation.)

Spirko: …Now, I want the rest….everything you know. Where he lives. Who he is. What he is.

Paracelsus (revealing himself after using Elliot’s voice): A little trick of the throat, something I learned as a child.
Spirko: Who are you?
Paracelsus: That is of no consequence…Remember what you saw tonight, Mr. Spirko. The glory of it!

Paracelsus: I asked you before, if he was a man…He is beyond man. In his own right, he is a god, a warrior. But, you see, he tries to be a man---and in that, denies his own greatness. He is a source of primal rage and secret urging. Instinct. He’s a killer---that is his greatness, that is his nature…But, if he had killed you tonight, Mr. Spirko, as I had hoped. (knifes Spirko) If he had killed an innocent man, then I believe he would have finally understood and shed the false skin of his humanity. He would have become what I’ve always dreamed of him---He would have become my son!

Ceremony of Innocence

Catherine’s nightmare:

Newspaper Headline: “DA’s Demon Love on Murder Spree”
Reporters (jumbled): …the Sentinel story….What does your father think?…..resignation…for your exclusive story…..How many has he killed?…

Joe: How far were ;you going to take these lies, Chandler?
Catherine: You have to help me.
Joe: It’s a little late for that, don’t you think? I trusted you. Look at these pictures. Look at them! Didn’t this ever make you sick? These are human beings, damit! And this is more then I can say about your boyfriend.
Catherine: Joe, you don’t understand. Vincent isn’t like….
Joe: Vincent is a monster!
Catherine: No!
Joe: He is an animal! What does that make you? Huh? What does that make you? What does that make you?

Father: Vincent? You weren’t in your chamber. ..I was worried…Have you been here all night?
Vincent: Catherine dreamt a nightmare.
Father (looking at the mirror pool): Dawn.
Vincent: No. Only its reflection.
Father: Vincent, it’s been four days. Long enough to hope. Maybe this reporter has reached inside his heart and realized the harm the story will do…Reconsidered.
Vincent: (says something inaudible) As long as I go Above…as long as Catherine is in my life…there will be another man, waiting with a camera, a notepad, a gun…And one day one of them will not reconsider.
Father: It’s been a wonderful…dream, Vincent. But this is your home—
Vincent (suddenly rises): No, Father…this is my tomb.

Joe: What is going on, Radcliffe?
Catherine: I don’t know…
Joe: How come I don’t believe you?
Catherine (defensive): I can’t help what you believe.
Joe: Time out! I’m on your side. Remember? Now, I don’t know what’s going on here. But if you need a lawyer or a friend, I’m here.

Father: He feels trapped. His home has now become a prison, cutting him off from the world Above. He needs the night sky, the stars.
Mouse: Not stars. Needs Catherine.
Father: If only I could make it so…Everything I do, everything I say seems so…small. Still, we must help however we can.

Note: “666 Sutton Place. Come alone, or see these published.”

Father: John.
Paracelsus: I’m here, Jacob. I’ve been waiting for you. I trust you enjoyed the photographs.
Father: I burned them.
Paracelsus: Pity. I thought they showed the boy in an…interesting light. But your appetite for truth was always…rather limited, as I recall.
Father: There was nothing of truth in those photographs.
Paraclesus: The camera does not lie, Jacob. But we’re not all strong enough to look upon the face of the Medusa, are we?
Father: You wanted me. Well, I’m here. What is this all about?
Paraclesus: What its always been about: you, me, the child.

Paracelsus (opening the curtain): Does the light offend your eyes? Forgive me. You’ve spent too long in the dark, Jacob. Perhaps, we all have.

Paracelsus(holds up locket): Its time for the boy to claim his birthright.

P/Father: On the way down, I thought it might be better to drop it into the abyss, as if it had never been.
Vincent (holding locket): Why would you even consider such a thing?
P/Father: To protect you…Vincent, no one ever wanted to lie to you. Its just that there were some things I thought you had no need to hear.
Vincent: Who was she, Father?
P/Father: Her name was Anna…

Vincent: Anna was the one who found me.
P/Father: Ah-no. That was a story. You were never…found…Anna was your mother.
Vincent: My---?…What happened to her?
P/Father: She died. It was…an accident. It was long ago. We buried her down in the catacombs…Vincent…Vincent, please…Let it go.
Vincent: No! How can you even ask that?

Catherine: Vincent?
Vincent: Catherine, I must go.
Catherine: To her tomb?…Maybe you should give yourself some more time.
Vincent: Too much time has passed already.
Catherine: Then I’ll go with you.
Vincent: No!
Catherine: Why?…Don’t you see what you’re doing, Vincent? You are throwing up walls…isolating yourself from people who love you.
Vincent: This is something I must face alone.

Narcissa: Let him sleep, Vincent. Its not good to wake the dead.
Vincent: Narcissa.
Narcissa: So far from home, Vincent. There is nothing for you down here. What is it you seek?
Vincent: Anna…You know these catacombs. Show me the way, Narcissa.
Narcissa: Her bones have no answers. Go back, Vincent.
Vincent: Its too late for that now.

Tomb stone: “Anna…Beloved”

Narcissa: There is nothing here but cold stone. Death. Her spirit is gone, Child.
Vincent: Once you told me you could summon spirits.
Narcissa: Some who walk in death are fearful. Cold. Bitter as the wind that roars up from the abyss. Evil.
Vincent: But, Anna was a good woman…
Narcissa: In life…But death can twist a heart. Poison it…And Anna’s death was terrible!
Vincent: How did she die, Narcissa?
Narcissa: Ask…the Father.

Tomb stone (he removes the moss): “Anna Pater, Beloved wife of John”
Vincent: John Pater…Paracelsus.
(Everything spins, whispered words, Vincent holds head in hands)
Vincent: ROAR!!!!!
(Claws at tombstone, collapses against it)

Elliot: If you came here to make more accusations, you can trun right around and go out the door you just came in.
Catherine: I came to apologize, Elliot. I was very wrong about you….and I’m sorry.
Elliot: Apology accepted. I’ve given you enough reason to doubt me in the past…..

Vincent: Anna…was John Pater’s wife……Is it true then, was Paracelsus my father?…Father, what have you done?
P/Father: It was done out of love---
Vincent: The greatest crimes are always committed in the name of love.
P/Father: At the time, it seemed so obvious…But now---Dear God, sometimes I feel so lost…
Vincent: Tell me.
P/Father: The beginning was John. He and Anna had tried for so long to have a child, but it was impossible. The fault was in John. He was unable to father a child.
Vincent: Yet, Anna became pregnant.
P/Father: To Anna, it was a miracle…but John just smiled as if he knew what was going to…
Vincent: Go on.
P/Father: Vincent, please---
Vincent: Go on! …Why didn’t you tell the others?
P/Father: I didn’t think that there was any need. I thought it best not to frighten them.
Vincent: I was an infant---What could they have feared?
P/Father: The unknown. Vincent, men are afraid of what they don’t understand and they hate that which is….different.
Vincent: Someone must have known Anna was pregnant.
P/Father: No…No, no one knew. You see, Anna was---Vincent, Anna was only in her third month when she went into labor.
Vincent: The third month?
P/Father: As soon as it began, I know something was wrong. But I never could have imagined---
Vincent: Paracelsus.
P/Father: John was a genus---in his own way---but unorthodox. Even so---one one could have dreamed that he would perform medical experiments…on his own wife---
Vincent: Did Anna know what he was doing?
P/Father: Right at the end, when she was too weak to scream any more. She looked up at John…and I saw the knowledge in her eyes.
Vincent: So—Anna died in childbirth…like Devin’s mother.
P/Father: No….ah-no…Not…like Devin’s mother.
Vincent: How!
(Grabs the hesitating man by the shoulders, imprisoning him in his chair)
Father: Vincent, you were---you were not born like other children---you ripped your way out of your mother’s body---

(The very foundations of the Tunnels shake)
ROAR!!!!!!

Catherine: Vincent? What is it?
Vincent: Catherine…you must leave me.
Catherine: No—
Vincent: Yes!
Catherine: What did Father tell you?
Vincent: Go back to your world. Go back to the life you once led. Put all your memory of me behind you.
Catherine: I love you, Vincent…Whatever it is, we can face it togeth---
Vincent: What you love is only part of me.
Catherine: No, Vincent. I love all of you.
Vincent: How can you know that? There are darknesses inside me that you cannot even imagine.
Catherine: Whatever Father said, it doesn’t matter---you haven’t changed---you’re still kind and gentle and strong---
Vincent: No!…You and Father wouldn’t admit the truth even if it stood right in front of you…Look at me. (crouching, demanding) Look at me…. What do you see?
Catherine: I see that man that I love.
Vincent: There are no mirrors in this chamber---but there are mirrors in the soul and I cannot live with what I see there.
(Catherine reaches out to touch him.)
Vincent: (snarls) Don’t touch me. (soft, sad) Its not safe to love me, Catherine…I killed Anna. These hands…ripped apart my mother’s flesh. Tore me from her womb. I was born in blood.
Catherine: No---I don’t believe it.
Vincent: Believe whatever you like---only leave me.
(Catherine reaches out to touch him again, but Vincent rounds on her, growling. Wild eyes.)
Catherine (truly afraid): ohhh!!
Vincent: Don’t look back.
(Vincent sadly watches her leave. She does not look back.)

Father (found tied to chair): Vincent---warn him! Paracelsus is Below!

Father: …but Anna lost her baby… in the third month. And something seemed to happen to John. Shortly afterwards, she found a child…in the snows outside St Vincent’s Hospital. And things seemed to get very confused in John’s mind. At least….
Catherine: How did it become confused? He began to see Vincent as the son he’d lost?
Father: Yes. Oh, Anna loved Vincent, but she could see that John’s obsession with the child was becoming unhealthy. It broke her heart, but she thought it best if the child stayed with me.
Catherine: Didn’t she know how Paracelsus would react?
Father: Well, in spite of everything, she still loved John and she thought, in time, that grief would pass and he’d forgive her. Instead, he gave her poison in a glass of wine. Afterward, he told me it was the hardest thing he ‘d ever done—that he’d done it for Vincent.

Vincent: Jacob…Why did you let me live?
P/Father: You don’t know what you’re saying…I remember the first moment I held you in my arms. You were so tiny---drenched in blood---but I could feel the life in you.
Vincent: Death has its own power. Perhaps, that is what you felt.
P/Father: You opened your eyes---and you looked at me---You knew me! And I know that something new had come into the world---that you were destined for unimaginable things.
Vincent: And it was up to you to see that nothing stood in the way of that destiny.
P/Father: Yes…Oh, yes!
Vincent: No matter who you hurt? No matter how many loves were warped and destroyed by your lies?
P/Father: but they didn’t matter---don’t you understand that? I mean, they were ordinary---unimportant—but you---
(Vincent goes to leave sick of what he hears)
P/Father: No! No, you have to listen. You have to understand!
( Father seizes Vincent by the arm, Vincent turns and snarls , Father does not back down, inches from his face)
P/Father: Do you think its been easy for me? You don’t know thatprice I’ve paid for you. For years afterward I could see her face---her screaming. Sometimes, as I pass through the Chamber of the Winds I can hear it still---The screaming---and the sound you made as you tore your way into the world!
Vincent: Stop it! Stop it!
P/Father: No---you must hear this!
Vincent: No more!
P/Father: Why do you resist your own nature?
(Vincent tries to escape the torment but Father’s commanding voice stops the obedient son.)
P/Father: Where are you going, Vincent? You can’t run away---you know that. (laughs) Oh, yes---They tried to smother it with their piety. Chain it with their little moralities…But you can still hear the singing in your blood, can’t you? Huh! Can’t you? Don’t fight it, Vincent! It’s who you are! It’s what you’ve always been since the moment you were born! Good and evil---those are human concepts--Let go of them, Vincent! Let the power fill you! Make you its own! All your victims know the truth---couldn’t you see it in their faces? Couldn’t you remember their eyes as they beheld you for the last time? The smell of their blood in your hands? Oh, Vincent---imagine---the taste of it! Like copper---and fire---on your tongue!
Vincent: ROAR!!!!!!
(Provoked beyond endurance, Vincent knocks his tormentor onto the desk and rips his body open. Vincent stands there dazed and horrified.)
P/Father: Its all right….Don’t be afraid.(Paracelsus unmasks) At last…you are my son.

Catherine: Vincent, its finished…you did what had to be done…and we’re free. The nightmare is over—
Vincent: No. Its not over.

The Rest is Silence

(Vincent dreams a nightmare and finds himself in the park in daylight.)

Mary (running into Vincent): Oh…You startled me…I was looking for you…Do you think it would be possible to take some of the children down to the Crystal Caverns?
(Vincent wordless, confused, pushes past):
Mary: Vincent?
Father: Good morning, Vincent.
Mary: Is it safe then?
Vincent: Safe? I don’t know.
Father: What is it?
Vincent: Father….
Father: What’s happened? Are you ill?
Vincent (pacing): I don’t know.
Father: Vincent, came over here and sit down. Come on. (Vincent sits) Can I get you anything…Some tea?
Vincent: No. Something is happening…to me.
Father: Try to tell me.
Vincent: I went to sleep last night…when I awakened this morning I was in the park.
Father: It was a dream?
Vincent: No. No! I woke up in the park!
Father: Last night.
Vincent: Just now…in the daylight!
Father: You didn’t know that you left the Tunnels?
Vincent: No…I had a dream.
Father: Tell me.
Vincent: I was running…great speed…without caution…running to Catherine.
Father: Are you certain that was the dream?
Vincent: I don’t know. I don’t know where the dream began…I don’t know what happened.
Father: When did the dream end? Do you know that?
Vincent: In death…My death.
Father: And then you woke up…
Vincent: In the park….Father, I am losing my hold. I can feel it.
Father: Vincent, tell me as best you can.
Vincent: My hold…on myself.
Father: Was it anything like…uh…what happened before, when you were young? Was it anything like that?
Vincent: Like the beginning of it…only stronger…Something terrible…. Something terrible is burning its way through me.
Father: Not terrible. There is nothing terrible within you.
Vincent: That’s not true! We both know, for me, that’s not true.
Father: It is true especially for you…because your struggle is greater.
Vincent: And if I lose the struggle?
Father: Vincent, you must watch it carefully now, more then every before. Be aware of everything…your physical state and your emotional state…And you must let me stand by you whatever may happen.
Vincent: I remember those nights…those dark nights. I remember the dreams. You never left my side.
Father: No.
Vincent: We can’t let that happen again.
Father: It won’t.
Vincent: It will kill both of us.
Father: Do you remember how we came through those dark nights?
Vincent: You read to me.
Father” Anything and everything…The Iliad, The Odyssey, All of Shakespeare. You came out of it a scholar…(noting Vincent’s fatigue) I think you better rest now.
(Fierce hug between father and son.)

Vincent’s journal entry: “It ebbs and flows now. At times I feel as though all is well. And then I am reminded by a sound, the reflection of a flame or some distant echo inside that it is returning. Of how immense it is. That it is rising up within me and burying me in its path.”

Concert: Vivaldi, Second Violin concerto and “The Four Seasons” Concerto in G Minor, Op. 8 (“Summer”)

Vincent (pacing): I must be strong…I must not let them see…or frighten them…And I must prepare…carefully prepare…for whatever may happen— (Vincent jumps at the sight of Catherine in his doorway.)
Catherine: Tell me what I can do.
Vincent: It will pass.
Catherine: What is it you’re feeling?
Vincent: Words. The words…would only frighten you.
Catherine: I am already frightened.
Vincent: So am I.
Catherine: What happened? What is it? You…lost yourself.
Vincent: Yes. I lost myself.
Catherine: You’ve been though an ordeal. What Paracelsus did to you is---
Vincent: He’s dead! I should sleep peacefully---
Catherine: You’ve been in the struggle for you life. There are wounds…in deep places. Let me help you.
Vincent: You must not worry, Catherine…The worst is behind us.

Catherine: What is happening to him?
Father: He’s been under a tremendous strain these past weeks. It’s taking its toll.
Catherine: Oh no, Father, it is more then that. Something is very wrong.
Father: Yes. It is.

Father: I’m not sure that any of us can begin to understand. How can we know what he must endure? What inner forces he has to battle…in order to be who he is…to us. The Vincent we know is a fragile balance---a balance that requires every fiber of his being to maintain itself. That he can do it at all…is a miracle. And now, that balance has been lost.
Catherine: I want to help him.
Father: I know that.
Catherine: Do you think it would be better…if I stayed away?
Father: Catherine…Dear Catherine, you must know by now that you’re part of that miracle…You saw him…and all that he is…and you gave him…You gave him a dream. For that, I shall be forever grateful.
Catherine: Thank you, Father…Do you think there is a possibility that what he’s going though might be treated?
Father: I am not sure this is in the domain of medicine.
Catherine: Maybe there is a medication…a sedative even?
Father: His biochemistry is very different. There was a time in his adolescence when something like this did occur. We tried sedation and other treatments. It only seemed to aggravate his condition. In the end, we were forced to…restrain him. It was the darkest time of his life…and mine. He would fall into deliriums and these would go on for days.
Catherine: What happened?
Father: He came a breath away from dying. All his vital signs stopped…And then, it simply passed.
Catherine: what can we do now?

Vincent: Find it! Find it! Can’t stop! Read it! Where? (Vincent finds the book)

“Though they go mad they shall be sane,
Though they sink though the sea they shall rise again;
Though lovers be lost—love shall not;
And death shall have no dominion.”
(Dylan Thomas “Death Shall Have No Dominion” lines 6-9)
Vincent: She must hear this!

Peter: Catherine, you should know that there is some risk in sending Vincent’s blood to the lab.
Catherine: What risk?
Peter: With the kind of analysis we need they could very well see something that they have never seen before. It could trigger a lot of questions.
Catherine: Then, we will just have to start thinking of some answers.

Vincent: “Death shall have no dominion.” You knew those lines?
Catherine: You’ve been repeating them for three days…Who wrote them? Was it Dylan Thomas?

Catherine: You’re feeling better?
Vincent: Yes…I’m sorry---
Catherine: Oh, Vincent, don’t be sorry.
Vincent: Its been my struggle always…Now, when I have so much to fight for…I’m losing.
Catherine: Maybe the worst is over.
Vincent: If it’s not. I…Its best down Below. I should go back.
Catherine: It will be dark soon.
Vincent: Catherine…I don’t know what will happen now.
Catherine: You must promise me one thing. That you will share it with me…whatever happens, whatever comes.
Vincent: Whatever happens, whatever comes…know that…I love you.

Samantha: Where were you? Did you forget our reading group?
Vincent: Forgive me…Samantha.
Samantha: We were supposed to finish the book today.
Vincent: Finish…the book?
Samantha: We’re all waiting to see what happens.
Vincent: “Great Expectations”?
Samantha: No, “Jane Eyre.” The one we’ve been reading.
Vincent: Oh. Yes.
Samantha: We’re on the last chapter, remember?
Vincent: If---if …I’m ever…not there, Samantha…you read…in my place. You read the last chapter…to the class.
Samantha: It wouldn’t be the same…
Vincent: but you read…so beautifully.
Samantha (not the answer she wanted): Just be there, Vincent!

Peter: Here is the lab report. They’re asking for another sample.
Catherine: Why?
Peter: They think there was a mix-up. They claim…that what we sent wasn’t human blood…I don’t think it’s safe to pursue it this way. I’ve got a friend at Columbia in Biochemistry---
Catherine: He’s the most human…the most human being I know.
Peter: Jacob may be right. You go beyond the definitions…and scientific knowledge can only break down.
Catherine: Where do you go after that?
Peter: Back to your heart, Catherine, where definitions don’t mean very much.

Pascal: How serious is it?
Father: I am afraid it’s very serious.
William: Should we be concerned about our safety?
Mary: I can’t believe Vincent would ever hurt any of us.
Father: Certainly not intentionally, Mary. But we are dealing with something…extremely volatile. Yes, I believe we should be concerned about our safety…and about his as well.
Mary: Why did this have to happen? He’s been though so much.
Pascal: What should we do?
Father: Stay in communication with each other. Let’s try to keep the pipes open in case of emergency.
Pascal: Right.
Father: And we must all keep a close watch over Vincent until this passes.
Mary: What about the children? What shall we tell them?
Father: What we always tell them---the truth---that Vincent is not himself.
Mary: but they love him. I don’t want them to be frightened.
Father: Mary, anyone who loves Vincent already knows what it is to be frightened. The children will be all right.

Father (Vincent at gate): Vincent….Vincent, come with me…We’ll go home.
Vincent (falling into his arms):Father….Why?…I can’t---when will it end?
Father: Perhaps soon…And all will be well again.
Vincent: Bring Catherine.

Catherine: What’s happen to Vincent?
Father: It striking him more violently now. There is no pattern to it. I don’t know how must more---the strain on his heart---I’m not sure how much more he can endure.

Vincent: Do not---Do not come any closer……You should all…be…afraid. Listen to me all…all of you. I…I do not know….how much longer I can protect you…from me….so…I must go from you……I will see you again…when this passes……All of you….I…I cannot speak more…I must say goodbye……I must do this…But I will carry you with me…Always…You’ve given me…everything…Everything…give that much to each other.

Samantha (holds out book): Jane Eyre. Take it…take it with you. So you can finish it.
Vincent: You finish it…for me.

Pascal: I know where he is. Mouse is following him. Keeping watch…He’s gone below the catacombs.

Father (stopping Catherine from going in the cave): No! You can’t!
Catherine: I must.
Father: Catherine…please!
Catherine: He is my life. Without him---there is nothing.

ROAR!!!!

VINCENT!!!!

(silence)

Though Lovers Be Lost

Part 1:

Catherine: VINCENT!!!

Catherine (dying Vincent in cave): Vincent! No! No!…No! No!..You can’t!…You can’t, not without me!…I won’t let you!…I won’t let you!

The First Time I Loved Forever (Lyrics: Melanie, Melody: Lee Holdridge)

The first time I loved forever was when you whispered my name.
And I knew at once you loved me for the me of who I am.

The first time I loved forever I cast all else aside.
And I bid my heart to follow be there no more need to hide.

And if wishes and dreams are merely for children
And if love’s a tale for fools, I’ll dream the dream with you.

For all my life and forever there’s a truth I’ll always know
When my world divides and shatters your love is where I’ll go.

Mouse(waiting outside cave): So quiet.
Pascal: How much longer?
Father: I am going in.

Father (in cave): How is he?
Catherine: He is alive.

Vincent: I don’t remember this place.
Father: This is your home…this is your chamber.
Catherine: You are among people who love you…Sleep now.

Catherine: You have been a wonderful friend, Joe. And I never meant to be anything less then truthful with you.
Joe: But—
Catherine: I have been…less then truthful.
Joe: You mean about the flu?
Catherine: About my personal life…There are things that you don’t know, things that I do not share with anyone.
Joe: Well, we all have our secrets.
Catherine: There is someone in my life that I care very deeply for, someone that I love.
Joe: Oh…well…That’s great, Radcliffe.
Catherine: He’s been going through a difficult time lately.
Joe: What is the problem?
Catherine: He is not well.
Joe: I’m sorry…Is there anything I can do?
Catherine: I don’t know. I am praying.
Joe: I am glad you told me this.
Catherine: You have a heart like his.

Catherine: How are you feeling?
Vincent: I’m not sure.
Catherine: Try to tell me.
Vincent: Like a stranger.
Catherine: What seems unfamiliar?
Vincent: Many things…many things I can’t…I don’t remember.
Catherine: Do you feel like a stranger to me?
Vincent: No…Not you…You are the woman I love.
Catherine: I ‘m glad.
Vincent: But there are things…things in my mind I can’t reach…I reach for words, but they are not there.
Catherine: Vincent, the words will come.
Vincent: Names.
Catherine: I wouldn’t worry.
Vincent: Your name.
Catherine: My name? You mean you can’t…
Vincent: (sadly nods)
Catherine: Catherine.
Vincent: Yes. (Smiles as memories surface)
Catherine: Vincent, don’t worry. I won’t let you forget.

Father (park entrance): I believe that is Andromeda, if I am not mistaken.
Vincent: Huh…No, that is Cassiopeia. Do you see the chair?
Father: Now, I am the one whose memory is failing. You are obviously feeling better.
Vincent: Yes, I am.
Father: We were all praying, Vincent.
Vincent: Father, what happened to me? What happened to me in that dark cavern? I have no memory. None.
Father: You were in a terrifying state…such agony and rage. I don’t think I have been more afraid in all my life…for you…for all of us. But Catherine went in and brought you back, she went in that dark place alone…

Catherine (at concert): How do you feel?
Vincent: There are no words.
Catherine: Try one.
Vincent: Blessed.

Nurse to Catherine: You’re pregnant…

Catherine: Vincent…What is it? Are you all right?
Vincent: Yes.
Catherine: I need to talk to you.
Vincent: I can see that you do…There was a time that I would have come to you.
Catherine: What do you mean? I don’t expect you to…
Vincent: Catherine, I look on your face and I can see your unrest…There was a time when I could have felt it…(hand on heart) here. Feel what you were feeling, everything…across a city…across a continent. Now I have to wait for you to tell me…There was a time when I could feel you coming to me, feel you nearing the tunnels. There was a source of great joy radiating from you, filling me with joy…Tonight, I waited until the sentries sent me a message to tell me that you were here.
Catherine: What is different now?
Vincent: Its gone.
Catherine: What is gone?
Vincent: Our connection…our connection, our Bond.
Catherine: It will return.
Vincent: No. I don’t think so.
Catherine: Have faith that it will.
Vincent: It is lost to me. I know.
Catherine: How do you know? Why do you say that?
Vincent: Because it is the price…price I must pay for this..new peace, this contentment…But Catherine, what have I lost?
Catherine: I don’t think that it is lost. Even if it is, it was a gift…That power was a gift. It came to you in a life when it was needed, you used it, and perhaps it is no longer needed.
Vincent: More then once it saved your life.
Catherine: Maybe the gift will return to you in another form, something you never dreamed of. Vincent, your power was extraordinary, but it has nothing to do with what we are together, what we feel for each other, that is our connection. And if one gift is lost, there are other gifts waiting to be found. Believe me… Vincent, there are so many gifts waiting for you…all you have to do is…just open your arms and receive them.
Vincent: I believe you.
Catherine: Just open your arms. (They embrace)
Vincent: Now tell me…tell me what is troubling you.
Catherine: Another time. Don’t worry.

Catherine: It’s a new journal.
Vincent: It’s very beautiful.
Catherine: It seemed appropriate.
Vincent: Yes, it is.
Inscription in Journal: “With love all things are possible. Forever, Catherine
Vincent: Forever?
Catherine: Yes, forever.

Catherine’s dream:
Vincent: A child?
Catherine: Yes!
Vincent: What kind of child?
Catherine: An extraordinary child.

Father: You mustn’t let fear eclipse logic.
Vincent: Fear is all I have left to feel!
Father: What about hope?
Vincent: She is gone, Father, without a word or a sign! My sense of her…
Father: Your empathic connection will return, Vincent. I am sure of it.
Vincent: And until then?
Father: Until then you must have patience and faith, Vincent…
Vincent: (glare)
Father: Those are powerful healers.
Vincent: Patience?! Faith?!
Father: For now that is all you can do.
Vincent: All I can do is not enough!
Father: Vincent, tell me…please, tell me what I can say to give you solace?
Vincent: You can say: You can change what is happening….I should have never come to you and burdened you with this. (storms out)
Father: Vincent!

Vincent at the warehouse: CATHERINE!!!!

Part 2: Six months later

Catherine: Vincent, where are you?

Father: You are going Above?

Vincent: Where is she? Where is she? Why do I have no sense of her?

Father: …You go Above every night…you have bearly slept in six months.
Vincent: (inaudible-Except for/escape from?) the dreams.
Father: You cannot go on like this! Your condition is not strong to begin with.
Vincent: What are you suggesting?
Father: I am suggesting …that if you go on like this, you will surely destroy yourself.
Vincent: You would have me stop searching for Catherine?!
Father: I would have you conserve your strength.
Vincent: No! I will never stop until I find her. You know that.
Father: Perhaps there is a reason for your inability to sense Catherine, for the loss of connection..If the worst has occurred…
Vincent: STOP!!! Don’t even let the words pass your lips! She is alive! She is alive and I will not stop until I find her!

Vincent(at helicopter): CATHERINE!!!

Catherine: Vincent…Vincent
Vincent: Catherine…Catherine
Catherine: Vincent…We loved…There is a child.
Vincent: A child?
Catherine: He’s beautiful!
Vincent: Catherine…Catherine
Catherine: Though lovers be lost…
Vincent: Love shall not…
Catherine: (loses consciousness)
Vincent: …And death shall have no dominion.

Walk Slowly

Catherine’s Eulogy from Walk Slowly
By Linda Campanelli & M.M. Shelly Moore

There was a moment, when the way was still new and I was afraid to hope. You put your hand on mine and nothing had ever felt like that to me…like your touch. I wanted to weep. You turned and looked at me, your eyes were filled with dancing light, and I was bathed in your warmth. And I believed in that moment---that even for me---all things were possible.

In that warmth, in your light, I felt what it is to be beautiful. How many lives were touched by you? How many lives were transformed by your courage to give and to love? How many became beautiful in your light? We promised always to share the truth, always…

But Catherine, there was a truth beyond anything---beyond everything---I had ever known, ever dreamed. It was the truth of all you gave, of all you sacrificed for me. The truth of your love humbled me, silenced me, and the truth I could never share with you was the truth of how deeply I loved you.

I will remember…I will remember every moment; every word, every look, every touch. Our love lives; it will live forever. Nothing will destroy us. Love dies not die. You are safe.

You are safe now. Sleep, my love…