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FADE IN
INT./EXT. – WHEREEVER – DAY/NIGHT
The floor is littered with books, goblets and empty bottles. Decorated in 18th-century French style – the whole room is a dusty mess. Everything is valuable, but its brilliance has faded.
Sitting in an armchair is JACOB, who is looking out the open window with his back to us. He is a tall, heavyset man of 63 with a shock of black hair, and wearing an old brocade dressing gown. His hand hangs down over the chair and clutches a letter bearing the SEAL of EMPEROR Joseph II.
JACOB (O.S.)
Stop crying! I beg you… I can’t take it any longer!
EXT. SNOW-COVERED LANDSCAPE/VILLAGE – DAY
A dazzling WHITE LIGHT. The sun shines across a lonely, snowy landscape: empty, frozen and somewhere in 18th-century Eastern Europe. The wind HOWLS.
BOY #1
I can’t believe it! Did you really steal it?
BOY #2
Sure as hell, he’s got it.
BOY #1
Did you see her? She’s going insane about it … I’m sure she is!
(turning to Jacob)
You did get the right one, didn’t you?
Jacob stands PANTING and looks down at him.
BOY #3
Stop kidding around and show it to us!
Hesitating, Jacob puts his hand inside his shirt and then pulls something out … He keeps his hand closed.
BOY #2
C’mon! Let me see it!
BOY #1
Yeah, c’mon. Let us see it!
Jacob steps back, all eyes shining.
He stretches out his trembling hands to them, holds them higher and opens them …
A large GREEN GEM sparkles in his hand, …
…
-FADE OUT-
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