PRINCE RICHARD TAKES REVA INTO THE LOCKED ROOM…PORTRAIT OF CATHERINE
Reva: Don’t. Don’t touch me.
Richard: I’m not.
Reva: What is this? Is this some kind of a joke? How did you do this?
Richard: You sat for that painting. Posed for it hours on end. I remember it like it was yesterday.
Reva: Well, it wasn’t. It never happened.
Richard: The day you disappeared from my life, I locked this room and no one has entered it in all that time. With the exception of myself, no one else has laid eyes on this painting until now.
Reva: So you’re saying… You’re claiming that the woman in this picture…
Richard: It is you. And I don’t claim it. It’s the truth.
Reva: The woman you loved, the woman you wrote that beautiful letter to.
REVA CAN’T BELIEVE SHE IS HIS PRINCESS…HIS WIFE
Reva: The only thing I want from you is the truth about what happened to me.
Richard: Why would I lie? What possible reason could I have for lying?
Reva: Just tell me.
Richard: All right. Where shall I start?
Reva: I remember driving my car off the bridge in the florida keys, and the next three years are a blank.
Richard: Well, there were some fishermen from San Cristobel working off the coast of Florida, and they spotted you, and they pulled you from the water, and you… You had no identification. There was no indication from where you might have come from.
RICHARD TELLS HER HOW HE FOUND HER
Richard: And you were brought here and put in the hospital. After several days, you awakened.
Reva: Several days.
Richard: The doctors weren’t sure you were going to make it. And well, you did. Unfortunately, you… You remembered nothing about your previous life.
Richard: You had no idea who you were or where you’d come from. Well, I went to visit you, and I was moved by your plight. So I… I took you from the hospital, and I brought you back here to the palace and nursed you back to health. So you can see how this might seem like a cruel joke, you coming back here now and saying you don’t recall ever being here. You can understand that.
Reva: Yes. Of course.
Richard: Then it wasn’t long before you began to flourish. You really loved it here. I tried as hard as I could to find out everything I could about your past, where you’d come from, but, well, after a while, it just didn’t seem to matter. So I simply stopped because this was your home. You belonged here, and we belonged together. You were my wife, your name was Catherine.
Reva (whispers): No. No!
Richard: You read the letter I sent to Catherine, to… you.
Reva: You may have felt that way about me, but I love Joshua. I’ve never stopped loving him, and I never will. Richard: We were married on August 22. I declared it a National Holiday. It still is a National Holiday.
Reva: August 22? That’s the date that’s inscribed on the ring.
Richard: The ring I gave you on our wedding day. And what a wonderful day it was, too. It was a day of celebration for everyone living in San Cristobel. You were the most beautiful bride, and we were… We were the perfect couple. And the wedding itself, it was spectacular. Can’t you remember anything about that day?
Reva: No, I can’t.
Richard: It was magnificent. You were magnificent. I had never seen anyone so happy in my life. You were radiant. And you were… You were the envy of every woman there.
Reva: I don’t remember anything you’re saying to me. I am Mrs. Joshua Lewis. I’m his wife.
RICHARD IS FRUSTRATED…HE WANTS TO KNOW WHERE HIS SON IS
Richard: You took away the most precious thing in the world to me. You took away my son, and you destroyed my happiness, and I don’t give a damn about your happy life in Springfield. I want to know the truth about my son.
Reva: How many times do I have to tell you?
Richard: Over and over and over again until I get the truth.
Reva: Well, you’ve heard it, all of it.
Richard: So you don’t know what happened to my son?
Reva: That’s right.
Richard: Well, then tell me this…why don’t you want to know? Why isn’t there something inside of you, crying out inside of you, begging to know what happened to him?
REVA READS OLD LOVE LETTERS SHE WROTE TO RICHARD
Richard: As ruler of San Cristobel, I travel a lot, and that’s when you would write me these letters.
Reva: “My darling Richard, you’ve only been gone an hour, but I miss you already. I shouldn’t be telling you this– your head’s big enough from all your royal subjects dropping to their knees every time you walk by. I’m so lucky that you found me; that you love me. I don’t know what I did to deserve this kind of happiness.” (Shuffling papers) “My darling Richard, our baby kicked today for the first time. I think he misses his father as much as I do. I’ve got a feeling we’re having a boy, and I know he’ll be as strong and handsome as his daddy. I promise you…”
Richard: “I promise you, Richard, that I will make you and our son happy. Nothing will come between us.” Reva: You know these letters by heart?
Richard: I know it all by heart. How could I ever forget you?
REVA REMEMBERS WRITING THE LETTER THAT SPOKE ABOUT THEIR SON
Reva: These letters may be written in my hand, but I didn’t write them, because I’m not catherine. And Reva Shayne Lewis doesn’t know you at all.
Richard: Look, I’m not trying to hurt you or prove a point. I’m simply trying to prompt your memory so that I can locate our son, but you have to want to remember. R
eva: Damn it! Why won’t you believe me? I could read 100 of these… Oh, God.
Richard: What is it?
Reva: I remember writing this… This letter. It was right after our baby was born. I remember holding him in my arms and feeling so happy and content, knowing that I never wanted to leave here.
Richard: You remember loving me?
REVA MAKES A PROMISE TO HELP RICHARD FIND THEIR SON
Reva: If I was so happy, why did I leave with our child? What was I running away from?
Richard: I’ve been asking myself the same question for years, but only you can answer them.
Reva: But I don’t know. I don’t know the answers.
Richard: I have something else I want to show you. This might help you remember. This is our son, the last photo taken of him before you and he disappeared.
Reva: This is him. This is… This is the baby in my dreams, the baby in the ring. I wanted to have another child so badly, and I… I couldn’t understand why until now. Now I know why I’ve had such an empty place in my heart. What’s his name?
Reva: I don’t know where I took our son. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.
Richard: I know.
Reva: I want to remember. And I will remember, I promise. I won’t leave here until we have our child back. Jonathan.
JOSH IS DETERMINED TO GET REVA BACK…NO MATTER WHAT IT TAKES
Cassie: I have a really bad feeling about this, Josh.
Josh: Look, the man knows San Cristobel. He knows the players involved. He’s willing to risk getting me in and out of San Cristobel, and in and out of the palace. Now… Now… Now, what else is there to talk about? This is the only way…
Cassie: Josh, just hear me out, okay? I think you just need to talk to someone who’s experienced in this, okay? Someone who knows what they’re doing.
Josh: You’re right. You’re right. I don’t rescue people for a living, Cassie. But I have a whole lot at stake, here. I’m bringing back the woman I love, the woman I can’t live without. Now, you have no idea what that can do for a man’s adrenaline.
REVA READS ANOTHER LOVE LETTER TO RICHARD FROM CATHERINE
Reva: “My dearest Richard, well, now I’m absolutely convinced this baby of ours has to be a boy. He’s already kicked me three times today and scored a couple of field goals. Even if by some strange twist of fate there should be a princess…a mean, ornery princess…I just want you to know that I already love this baby almost as much as I love you. Almost.”
Richard: What are you doing?
Reva: Reading the letters that Catherine wrote. They sound like me, but the harder I try to remember, it’s just not there.
Richard: Well, there must be something.
Reva: No, no, there’s not. It’s like I’m… I’m reading about somebody else; that I’m prying into somebody else’s life, and I can’t remember.
“I’M NOT CATHERINE”
Richard: You look at me, and you… You see an stranger who locked you up. I look at you, I see Catherine, Always Catherine.
Reva: No, no. I’m not Catherine, Richard. I’m Reva Shayne Lewis. That is who I was before you met me, and that’s who I am now. The time we spent together was… It was a fantasy; it was a fairy tale. I… I just can’t remember.
Richard: That fairy tale was very real.
Reva: I know. I know that. But whoever Catherine was, she only exists to me in… In fragments, pictures in my mind that don’t make any sense to me, and they may never make any sense. You understand that, don’t you?
Richard: I understand your frustration, but we can… We can unravel this.
Reva: How? Am I just supposed to keep reading these letters until I have them memorized like you do? Am I supposed to just stare at that portrait of Catherine until she talks back to me? I don’t know what you want me to do.
Richard: I want you to relive Catherine’s life.
Richard: In order to become Catherine again, you’re going to have to experience what Catherine experienced. You’re going to have to follow the same path that Catherine followed.
Reva: That path led to you.
Reva: So what you’re suggesting is that if I want to remember, I have to fall in love with you all over again.
Richard: If that’s what it takes, yes. We could start tonight.