EXT. ST. CLEMEN’S COLLEGE - DAY
Busy, yet calm. Aurelia exits a building with FATIHA, who’s cut from the same cloth as her.
FATIHA
It’s not right! Who can read, let alone understand, a French novel in under six years!? Why not offer classes on the joy of J K Rowling?
Aurelia slows down.
FATIHA (CONT’D)
What?
AURELIA
The man on that bench. He’s who spilled coffee on me, the other night.
Ben sits nearby, reading.
FATIHA
So there are blond Frenchmen. Or perhaps we should find out if he really is.
AURELIA
Tiha! You’re awful!
She continues on. Fatiha keeps pace. Aurelia casts a quick glance back. Tiha notices.
Ben keeps his face pointed towards his book, but his eyes watch her. His expression fades into a frown.
INT. IRISH COUNTRY HOME - NIGHT (FLASHBACK)
YOUNG BEN gazes out a window. Isobel caresses his hair.
ISOBEL
Jamin, quel est le problème?
BEN
C’est rien, maman. Rien.
ISOBEL
Come. I’ll warm some milk and you will tell me what this nothing is.
EXT. ST. CLEMEN’S COLLEGE - DAY
Ben whispers.
BEN
... It’s not exactly nothing.
INT. IRISH COUNTRY HOME - NIGHT (FLASHBACK)
Young Ben sits at the kitchen table. Isobel warms some milk.
ISOBEL
Just because I am Catholic does not mean you must find a girl who is. Your father is not, nor were you raised as such.
BEN
But what if ... I was to find one?
She sits by him.
ISOBEL
Oh, Jamin, what is her name?
INT. IRISH COUNTRY HOME - NIGHT (FLASHBACK)
Ben is in his army dress uniform; Irina wears a white gown and veil. She slips a ring onto his finger.
BEN (O.S.)
Irina.
IRINA
This is from my love ...
FLASH OF VAUGHN TAKING THE PHOTOGRAPH.
EXT. ST. CLEMEN’S COLLEGE - DAY
Ben forces himself to rise and walk away.
INT. FIRING RANGE - DAY
Ben unloads his pistol into a target.
EXT. IRISH COUNTRY HOME - DAY (FLASHBACK)
Forrier shows YOUNG BEN how to shoot a pistol.
FORRIER
Learn the feel of your weapon, so you can aim it without thinking.
FLASH OF BEN SHOOTING THE TALIBAN SNIPER.
INT. FIRING RANGE - DAY
Ben finishes a third clip. Claims his target. Bulls-eyes.
A genial SKA DUDE WHISTLES at it.
SKA DUDE
You did that with a Glock Thirty-six?! Think of what you could do with a real weapon.
He holds up a forty-five Colt revolver.
BEN
Too obvious.
SKA DUDE
That’s got small bullets. Midgies give bigger bites.
Ben takes the forty-five. Looks it over.
BEN
What if you don’t want your target to be wary of you?
SKA DUDE
Better if there’s no trouble to start with. And this? Cheap at two-hundred pound.
Ben returns the Colt to Ska Dude.
BEN
Trouble always comes.
INT. TRAIN DEPOT - DAY
Legion exits a train, bright and cheerful, as always.
BEN (O.S.)
What’s important is to be ready.
INT. GLYDE HOUSE - DAY
In Glyde's office. Glyde talks with an officious man -- LEO.
The phone RINGS. Glyde strides to his desk.
LEO
(British)
Someone expecting a party?
GLYDE
An organizer’s planning a festival, like Woodstock or Burning man.
LEO
What’s a burning man?
GLYDE
Bugger if I know.
(into phone)
LEGION (O.S.)
(brogue)
I thought you’d like to hear ... Ben Forrier’s in London.
Busy, yet calm. Aurelia exits a building with FATIHA, who’s cut from the same cloth as her.
FATIHA
It’s not right! Who can read, let alone understand, a French novel in under six years!? Why not offer classes on the joy of J K Rowling?
Aurelia slows down.
FATIHA (CONT’D)
What?
AURELIA
The man on that bench. He’s who spilled coffee on me, the other night.
Ben sits nearby, reading.
FATIHA
So there are blond Frenchmen. Or perhaps we should find out if he really is.
AURELIA
Tiha! You’re awful!
She continues on. Fatiha keeps pace. Aurelia casts a quick glance back. Tiha notices.
Ben keeps his face pointed towards his book, but his eyes watch her. His expression fades into a frown.
INT. IRISH COUNTRY HOME - NIGHT (FLASHBACK)
YOUNG BEN gazes out a window. Isobel caresses his hair.
ISOBEL
Jamin, quel est le problème?
BEN
C’est rien, maman. Rien.
ISOBEL
Come. I’ll warm some milk and you will tell me what this nothing is.
EXT. ST. CLEMEN’S COLLEGE - DAY
Ben whispers.
BEN
... It’s not exactly nothing.
INT. IRISH COUNTRY HOME - NIGHT (FLASHBACK)
Young Ben sits at the kitchen table. Isobel warms some milk.
ISOBEL
Just because I am Catholic does not mean you must find a girl who is. Your father is not, nor were you raised as such.
BEN
But what if ... I was to find one?
She sits by him.
ISOBEL
Oh, Jamin, what is her name?
INT. IRISH COUNTRY HOME - NIGHT (FLASHBACK)
Ben is in his army dress uniform; Irina wears a white gown and veil. She slips a ring onto his finger.
BEN (O.S.)
Irina.
IRINA
This is from my love ...
FLASH OF VAUGHN TAKING THE PHOTOGRAPH.
EXT. ST. CLEMEN’S COLLEGE - DAY
Ben forces himself to rise and walk away.
INT. FIRING RANGE - DAY
Ben unloads his pistol into a target.
EXT. IRISH COUNTRY HOME - DAY (FLASHBACK)
Forrier shows YOUNG BEN how to shoot a pistol.
FORRIER
Learn the feel of your weapon, so you can aim it without thinking.
FLASH OF BEN SHOOTING THE TALIBAN SNIPER.
INT. FIRING RANGE - DAY
Ben finishes a third clip. Claims his target. Bulls-eyes.
A genial SKA DUDE WHISTLES at it.
SKA DUDE
You did that with a Glock Thirty-six?! Think of what you could do with a real weapon.
He holds up a forty-five Colt revolver.
BEN
Too obvious.
SKA DUDE
That’s got small bullets. Midgies give bigger bites.
Ben takes the forty-five. Looks it over.
BEN
What if you don’t want your target to be wary of you?
SKA DUDE
Better if there’s no trouble to start with. And this? Cheap at two-hundred pound.
Ben returns the Colt to Ska Dude.
BEN
Trouble always comes.
INT. TRAIN DEPOT - DAY
Legion exits a train, bright and cheerful, as always.
BEN (O.S.)
What’s important is to be ready.
In Glyde's office. Glyde talks with an officious man -- LEO.
GLYDE
Just heard from Derry. They doubled their order. That’s the last of our next shipment.
Just heard from Derry. They doubled their order. That’s the last of our next shipment.
The phone RINGS. Glyde strides to his desk.
LEO
(British)
Someone expecting a party?
GLYDE
An organizer’s planning a festival, like Woodstock or Burning man.
LEO
What’s a burning man?
GLYDE
Bugger if I know.
(into phone)
Yeah?
LEGION (O.S.)
(brogue)
I thought you’d like to hear ... Ben Forrier’s in London.
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