INT. THE CATACOMBS At one end of the small table, backed by the stacks, Beth and Miriam sit, pale as ghosts. At the other end, not sitting but pacing, is Alton Kind. Behind him, waiting in – maybe blocking – the doorway to the staircase that leads back up to the chapel, is the Attendant. The attendant suddenly puts a finger to her ear, pressing it in. ATTENDANT Copy that. Miriam leans in close to Beth. MIRIAM ...
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