MICHELLE'S BOX

by:

Miles J. Kimball

 

                                                                FADE IN:

            INT. MICHELLE'S VW CONVERTIBLE - TRUNK - NIGHT

            Dark. Murky. The faint sound of water sloshing back and
            forth. The THUMP, THUMP, THUMP of a bass guitar. 

            A pair of terror-filled eyes suddenly BOLT out of the water.

            MICHELLE HARRIS, 18, smacks her head on the trunk. She tilts
            her head sideways. Gasps for air in the cramped water-filled
            quarters. 

            Blood seeps from a nasty cut on her forehead. She feels
            around with her hands. 

            SCREAMS at the top of her lungs. 

            The incessant THUMPING of the bass guitar drowns her out. 

            She abruptly stops. Realizing all at once that her screaming
            is futile. She takes a moment. Catches her breath. 

            She reaches out with one hand. Times the beat of the THUMPS.
            Gets a rhythm down. 

            Starts BANGING on the trunk lid between beats. 

            THUMP. BANG. THUMP. BANG. 

            INT. MICHELA'S BEDROOM - DAY

            THUMP. BANG. THUMP. BANG. Of a Hip Hop song blasting out of
            the radio alarm clock sitting on a chair.

            Faint sunlight filters through floor-length draperies, falls
            across a rumpled mattress. 

            A hand flies out from under the covers, smacks into the radio
            alarm clock, sending it CRASHING to the floor.

                                MICHELA (O.S.)
                      Noooo.

            Sash, a black and white cat, flies off the bed. Races out of
            the room. 

            MICHELA GAGNON, 32, rips off a sleeping mask. Her wild raven
            hair falls across her face. She brushes it away. Sweat drips
            down her face. Her pulse races. She gasps for air.

            Grabs her pocketbook off the floor. Searches through it. 

            Pulls out an INHALER. Pumps a shot into her mouth. 

                                DJ (V.O.)
                          (muffled)
                      Rise and shine, sleepy heads. 

            Intense blue eyes search the room for the voice. Spots the
            radio alarm clock laying upside down. It reads: 6:01 AM.

                                DJ (V.O.) (CONT'D)
                          (muffled)
                      For all you crazy people out there... 

            Michela stares at the clock.

                                DJ (V.O.) (CONT'D)
                      Who like it hazy, hot and humid. Get
                      ready, 'cuz...

            She reaches out. Shuts it off. Lays back on the mattress.
            Hugs a pillow.

            EXT. TOWN RESERVOIR - DAY

            A myriad of colors explodes across a tranquil body of water
            surrounded by tall pines. A fiery sun rises over. 

            EXT. COUNTRYSIDE - DAY

            Rolling hills. A church bell RINGS in a steeple towering 
            above the tree-line. 

            EXT. QUAINT NEW ENGLAND TOWN - DAY

            In the center of a picturesque New England town.

            INT. MICHELA'S HOUSE - LIVING ROOM - DAY

            Dark. Dank. The wooded floor CREAKS. Draperies open. Sunlight
            floods the room. 

            The interior looks like it hasn't been lived in, in years.
            Cobwebs. Layers of dust. Faded paint and wallpaper. Sheet
            covered furniture.

            WINDOW

            Neglected lawn. Overgrown bushes. Movers unload moving trucks
            parked in a gravel driveway.

            EXT. QUAINT NEW ENGLAND TOWN - DAY

            A young priest, FATHER MURPHY, 33, tall, good looking,
            casually dressed, stands at a cross walk talking with a young
            mother and child as they wait for the light to change.

            A red VW convertible rolls slowly down Main Street.

            Father Murphy shields his eyes from the sunlight. Glances at. 

            Michela pulling into a parking space. She's wearing a ball
            cap. Big black sun glasses.   

            The light turns red. Father Murphy crosses the street. Does a
            double-take as Michela climbs out of the convertible in baggy
            clothes. 

            Old timers swap stories in front of the barber shop.

            A mailman nods at Michela as he crosses the street in the
            opposite direction.

            The old timers think of fond memories, smile, as Michela
            sashays down the sidewalk.

            INT. ROSEWOOD DINER - DAY

            Lunch crowd. Chatter. The owner, KELLY DOWD, 32, short
            cropped hair, tomboyish figure, frantically works over the
            hot grill. 

            She places two heaping orders on the counter top. Taps a tiny
            bell. 

            Two town employees sit at the crowded counter.

                                TOWN EMPLOYEE #1
                      You see the moving vans in front of the
                      Harris house?

                                TOWN EMPLOYEE #2
                      Who'd want that dump?

            A young waitress, JESS SMITH, 18, places the heaping plates
            in front of the two employees. 

                                JESS
                      Enjoy.

            The front door opens. 

            Sunlight silhouette's Michela. She feels the wandering eyes.
            Keeps her head down. Crosses to the register. 

            Jess walks by with an order.

                                JESS
                      Grab a seat. I'll be right with you

                                MICHELA
                      I'm just picking up an order for Gagnon.

                                KELLY (O.C.)
                      I got it, Jess.

            Kelly places a box stacked with Styrofoam lunch containers
            next to the register. Studies Michela as she rings it up. 

            Michela fishes through her wallet. 

                                MICHELA
                          (not making eye contact)
                      Is there anything wrong?

            Keeps her eyes glued to the food box as she hands Kelly two
            twenties.

                                KELLY
                      Excuse me.

            Michela unconsciously twirls a loose string of hair.

                                MICHELA
                      You're staring.

            Kelly hands Michela her change.

                                KELLY
                      Have we ever met?

            Michela looks up. Kelly's jaw drops. She turns white as a
            ghost.

                                MICHELA
                          (picking up the box)
                      No. 

            Kelly grabs onto the counter-top for support. 

            Michela turns around. Bumps into unobtrusive, shy, ADAM
            SMITH, 35. 

                                ADAM
                      Sorry.

            Michela solemnly looks into his eyes. Whispers in his ear as
            she walks by. 

                                MICHELA
                      Watch your step.

            Adam shrugs his shoulders. Looks at a cryptic Kelly.

                                ADAM (O.C.)
                      What's her problem?

            INT. CATHOLIC CHURCH - FATHER MURPHY'S OFFICE - DAY

            Father Murphy's leaning back in his chair, feet on his
            cluttered desk. He scribbles a note on a legal pad. 

            A KNOCK on the door.

                                SECRETARY
                      Father, there's a young woman here to see
                      you.

            Father Murphy takes his feet off the desk, smiles at his
            sixty year old secretary. 

                                FATHER MURPHY
                      Send her in.

                                SECRETARY
                      She said she'd be waiting in a
                      confessional.

            INT. CATHOLIC CHURCH - CONFESSIONAL - DAY

            Michela sits in the dark. A door quietly CLOSES. A small
            slider is pulled back. 

            Father Murphy's face appears.

                                FATHER MURPHY
                          (gentle voice)
                      How may I help you my child?

            Michela's face is hidden in the shadows. She speaks softly.
            Her voice almost inaudible.

                                MICHELA
                      I met a man today. Saw his future. Soon
                      he will die.

                                FATHER MURPHY
                      Why do you say that?

            Silence. A door opens. Sunlight fills the spot where Michela
            was just sitting.

                                FATHER MURPHY
                      Wait.

            INT. CATHOLIC CHURCH - SANCTUARY - DAY

            Father Murphy steps out of the confessional. Scans the
            magnificent room.

            Rays of sunlight slice through the intricate stain glass
            windows, sending a kaleidoscope of colors across a handful of
            worshipers praying in a sea of pews. 

            Kelly sits in the back row, head down, praying. In her hand
            is a small paperback BOOKLET called, "Acceptance."

            Soft FOOTSTEPS grow closer. She looks up.

            Michela's figure, head down, quickly moves through the
            shadows of a side aisle. 

            Father Murphy spots Michela making her way past the last pew.

            Kelly puts her head down, pretends to pray. Watches closely.

            Michela slips by. Heads for the outer doors.

            Father Murphy silently makes his way down the center aisle.

            EXT. CATHOLIC CHURCH - DAY

            A front door opens. 

            Father Murphy steps outside. Shields his eyes. Scans his
            surroundings.

            The parking lot is empty. The town common quiet.

            Michela's VW convertible pulls out of a parking space on the
            opposite side of the common. 

            EXT. MICHELA'S HOUSE - DAY

            A dilapidated rambling country home set back from the road,
            surrounded by ancient gnarled trees. 

            Empty Styrofoam food containers sit on the front steps.

            INT. MICHELA'S HOUSE - LIVING ROOM - DAY

            Michela directs the movers to place her belongings in any
            open space. 

            She begins pulling off the dusty sheets covering the antique
            furniture left by the previous owner.

            INT. OX BOW TAVERN - NIGHT

            Dimly lit. Decadent. Smoke-filled. Rock music floats out of a
            juke-box. A pool game's being played in the background. The
            Red Sox are on the TV behind the bar.

            Kelly sits at the end of the bar, sipping a drink. 

            An obnoxious regular flirts with her. 

            She polishes off her drink, smiles politely. Gets up. Leaves.

            EXT. CATHOLIC CHURCH - PARKING LOT - NIGHT

            A full moon rises above the towering steeple. 

            A catering van rolls into the parking lot. Pulls up beside a
            mint 1966 Chevelle SS.

            INT. CATERING VAN - NIGHT

            A single light glows in a Father Murphy's office.

            The interior light goes on. 

            Kelly flips down her driver's side visor. Quickly applies a
            dab of RED lipstick. Smacks her lips together. Runs her
            fingers through her hair. 

            She opens the ashtray. Grabs a Certs container.

            INT. CATHOLIC CHURCH - FATHER MURPHY'S OFFICE - NIGHT

            Father Murphy reads a paragraph in a reference book. He
            pauses, thinks about what he read for a moment, scribbles a
            note on a pad of paper.

            INT. CATHOLIC CHURCH - HALLWAY - NIGHT

            Footsteps echo in the darkened hallway.

            INT. CATHOLIC CHURCH - FATHER MURPHY'S OFFICE - NIGHT

            Father Murphy takes off his glasses. Rubs his eyes. He rips a
            sheet of paper off the legal pad. Crumbles it up. 

            Lofts it toward an overflowing waste paper basket in the
            corner. It bounces off the top. 

            Falls to the ground in front of a pair of boots.

                                KELLY (O.C.)
                      Got a minute.

            Father Murphy smiles.

                                FATHER MURPHY
                      Sure. Grab a seat. 

            Kelly places a paper bag on the cluttered desk. 

                                KELLY
                      Thought you might be hungry.

            Father Murphy pulls a Styrofoam container and plastic
            utensils out of the bag. Pops open the container.

            He looks at a grilled chicken salad.

                                FATHER MURPHY
                      You trying to tell me something?

                                KELLY
                      Someone has to watch out for you.

                                FATHER MURPHY
                          (teasing)
                      He brought you. Didn't he? 

                                KELLY
                      You know what I mean.

            Kelly looks at the clutter on his desk. 

                                KELLY
                      Sure I'm not disturbing you?

            Father Murphy takes a bite of salad.

                                FATHER MURPHY
                          (through a mouthful)
                      Believe me. I could use a break.
                      Struggling with a sermon.

                                KELLY
                      What's it about?

                                FATHER MURPHY
                      Fate.

                                KELLY
                      Why'd you pick that subject?

                                FATHER MURPHY
                      A teenager died in a freak accident. Her
                      best friend came looking for answers. 

            A poignant look crosses Kelly's face.

                                KELLY
                      What did you say to her?

            Father Murphy sighs, plays with his salad. 

                                FATHER MURPHY
                      That God sometimes does things we don't
                      understand. 
                          (gazing into Kelly's eyes)
                      She didn't buy it. Asked me about fate.  

                                KELLY
                      And what did you tell her?

                                FATHER MURPHY
                      That I'd have to do some research.

                                KELLY
                      You mean you didn't have the answer?

                                FATHER MURPHY
                          (chuckling)
                      Hard to believe, huh? 

            Kelly smiles. Father Murphy takes a bite of his salad.

                                KELLY
                      So do you believe in fate, Sean?

                                FATHER MURPHY
                      You know that I believe everything can be
                      explained.

                                KELLY
                      I saw Michelle today.

                                FATHER MURPHY
                      Who?

                                KELLY 
                      Michelle Harris. 

                                FATHER MURPHY
                      It must have been someone that looked
                      like her.

                                KELLY
                      No. It was her.

            Father Murphy glances up, a concerned look on his face.

                                FATHER MURPHY
                      How can you be so sure?

                                KELLY
                      Woman's instinct.

                                FATHER MURPHY
                      She recognize you?

                                KELLY
                      No. But it's been fifteen years.

                                FATHER MURPHY
                      C'mon, you haven't changed that much.

                                KELLY
                      Is that suppose to be a compliment?

            Father Murphy leans back in his chair, frowns.

                                FATHER MURPHY
                      I wonder why she would come back after
                      all this time?

            Kelly shrugs her shoulders.

                                KELLY
                      Who knows. 

            Kelly picks a piece of paper up off the desk. Looks at the
            scribbled references. 

            PAPER

            Destinies. The fates. Clotho. Lachesis. Atropos.

                                KELLY
                      What's the Destinies?

                                FATHER MURPHY
                      Come hear my sermon.

                                KELLY
                      Be real.

                                FATHER MURPHY
                      They're the three goddesses of classical
                      mythology. 

                                KELLY
                      What was their purpose?

                                FATHER MURPHY
                      You should really come hear my sermon.

                                KELLY
                      Yeah, right.

                                FATHER MURPHY
                      They supposedly determine the course of
                      our lives.

            Kelly rolls her eyes.

                                KELLY
                      You don't really believe that b-s, do
                      you?

            The phone RINGS.

                                FATHER MURPHY (O.C.)
                      He works in mysterious ways.

            INT. ADAM'S HOUSE - BEDROOM - NIGHT

            The phone RINGS. A radio alarm clock reads: 3:45AM. 

            A hand slips out from under the covers, reaches for the
            portable phone on the night-stand. 

                                ADAM
                          (groggy voice)
                      Hello?

            The caller's (Kelly) voice is low, muffled, unidentifiable.
            He can't tell if it's a man or woman.

                                KELLY'S MUFFLED VOICE (V.O.)
                      Accept.

            Adam fumbles with a lamp on the night-stand. Turns it on.
            Shields his eyes from the blinding light.

                                ADAM
                          (glancing at the clock)
                      You got any idea what time it is?

                                KELLY'S MUFFLED VOICE (V.O.)
                      And he will greet you. 

                                ADAM
                      Who is...Hello...Hello?

            INT. MICHELA'S HOUSE - KITCHEN - DAY

            Michela eagerly cleans the kitchen. She washes the counter
            tops. Cabinets. Windowsills. Floor.

            INT. MICHELA'S HOUSE - LIVING ROOM - DAY

            Michela dips the roller in the paint tray. The roller glides
            along the window trim leaving a fresh sheen of paint in it's
            wake.

            EXT. MICHELA'S HOUSE - DAY

            Michela's VW convertible pulls into the driveway.

            INT. MICHELA'S HOUSE - FOYER - DAY

            The front door swings open. Michela enters carrying bags of
            groceries. Makes her way through the transformed interior. 

            Fresh paint. Flowers. Plants. Knickknacks.  

            INT. MICHELA'S HOUSE - KITCHEN - DAY

            Michela unloads the groceries. Neatly lines up the can goods
            as she places them on the shelves. She rearranges a couple of
            items. Satisfied, she closes the cabinet.  

            Sash appears out of nowhere. Softly meows.

                                MICHELA
                          (opening a cabinet)
                      Someone hungry?

            She takes out a bowl and a box of dry cat food. Pours a small
            amount into the bowl. Places it on a mat beside a saucer of
            milk.

            She puts the cat food away. Grabs a beer out of the 
            refrigerator. Cracks it open. Puts it to her lips.

            EXT. MICHELA'S HOUSE - FRONT PORCH - DAY

            Dappled sunlight spills across the front porch as Michela
            rests the beer can on the arm of her Adirondack chair.

            Sash stretches in her lap. Michela scratches her belly. Looks
            across the open field. Smiles.

            Puffy clouds engulf the sun, forming a prism of colors. 

            INT. ADAM'S HOUSE - LIVING ROOM - NIGHT 

            A black pocketbook hangs off the back of a chair. A pair of
            high heels sit underneath it.

            COFFEE TABLE

            Open containers of Chinese food. Dirty dishes. An empty
            bottle of wine. TWO wine glasses. 

            Adam climbs off the floor half-dressed.

                                ADAM
                      I'll run a bath.

            INT. ADAM'S HOUSE - BATHROOM - NIGHT

            A plugged in HAIR DRYER dangles off a towel rack beside the
            tub. 

            Adam pushes a slider back. Turns on the faucets. Running
            water fills.

            INT. MICHELA'S HOUSE - BATHROOM - NIGHT

            A bear claw tub. Lit candles FLICKER in a light breeze. 

            A terry-cloth bathrobe DROPS to the floor. 

            A tanned shapely leg steps into a bubble bath. 

            Michela leans back in the tub. Closes her eyes, a contented
            look on her face. She relaxes. Slips under the water. 

            The water QUIVERS. Starts SPLASHING violently. 

            Michela's hands bolt out of the water. Grab onto the sides of
            the tub. 

            Her eyes bulge. Her body trembles, as she uses all her
            strength to pull herself up. 

            INT. CATHOLIC CHURCH - SANCTUARY - DAY

            Father Murphy makes his way down the center aisle, nods
            greetings to the morning worshipers.

            He kneels at the alter. Crosses himself. Rises. Strolls over
            to a confessional. Steps inside.  

            INT. CATHOLIC CHURCH - CONFESSIONAL - DAY

            Father Murphy opens the small slider. Kelly's face is
            swallowed-up by darkness.

                                FATHER MURPHY (O.C.)
                      In the name of the Father...

            Kelly cuts him off. Her voice is low. Matter-of-fact.
            Unrecognizable.

                                KELLY
                      He's dead Father.

                                FATHER MURPHY (O.C.)
                      Who?

                                KELLY
                      I didn't know where else to turn.

                                FATHER MURPHY (O.C.)
                      What happened?

                                KELLY 
                      And now he needs you're prayers.

                                FATHER MURPHY (O.C.)
                      Who does?

            Kelly's shadowy figure rises. A soft CLICK. 

                                KELLY (O.C.)
                      Please bless his soul.

            A door CLOSES.

            Father Murphy sits there, a troubled look on his face.

            INT. ROSEWOOD DINER - DAY

            STEVE MATTHEWS, 34, three days growth and unruly hair, takes
            his change from Kelly at the register. Drops a dollar in the
            tip jar.

            ED FARMER, 33, the no-nonsense Chief of Police, sits at the
            counter, eating a light breakfast, chatting with a couple of
            retirees. 

            Steve touches Ed's shoulder. 

                                STEVE
                      See you Friday.

                                ED
                      Yeah.

            Kelly pours a customer a fresh cup of coffee. Glances out a
            window. 

            WINDOW

            Steve climbs into his track. 

            EXT. ROSEWOOD DINER - PARKING LOT - DAY

            Vinyl letter on it reads: Matthews Construction Co.
            Residential Remodeling. (413) 567-8685.

            Michela stops to ask him a question. Her hair hangs loosely,
            touching the straps of her paint splattered overalls.

            INT. ROSEWOOD DINER - DAY

            Michela enters. 

            A retiree nudges Ed. He glances over his shoulder. Does a
            double-take. 

            Michela sits down in a booth, back to the counter. Picks up a
            menu.

            Ed glances at Kelly. She's busy behind the grill.

            Jess pours Michela a cup of coffee. Takes her order. 

            Ed places some money on the table, excuses himself. Bends his
            sore knee a couple of times. 

            Michela pours a dab of milk into her coffee. Ed's looming
            figure casts a shadow over the table.

                                ED (O.C.)
                      Why'd you come back after all this time?

            Michela picks up a spoon, stirs the coffee, not realizing
            that the man in blue towering over her booth is actually
            talking to her.

            Ed slides into the booth, glares at Michela. She continues
            stirring the coffee.

                                MICHELA
                          (without looking up)
                      Do you always sit down uninvited, or are
                      you just plain rude?

                                ED
                      Answer my question.

            Michela glances at him.

                                MICHELA
                      Excuse me?

                                ED
                      What are you doing back here?

                                MICHELA
                      I like the food.

            Ed leans forward. Whispers in a low, harsh voice.

                                ED
                      Don't play games with me.

            Michela glares back at him.

                                MICHELA
                      If you don't leave right now, I'll report
                      you to your boss. 

                                ED
                      I am the boss, Michelle.

                                MICHELA
                      My name's Michela. 

            She takes a sip of her coffee. 

                                ED
                      So you changed your name.

            Gives him a smug smile.

                                MICHELA
                      Wrong again.

            Ed leans back in the booth, studies her.

                                ED
                      Lemme see your license.

            Jess's hand shakes as she places Michela's omelette down.

                                MICHELA
                      What are you planning on charging me
                      with? Disorderly eating. 

            The walkie-talkie on Ed's hip SQUAWKS.

                                CINDY (V.O.)
                      Chief, you there?

            Ed pulls the walkie-talkie off his hip, talks into it.

                                ED
                      One second.

                                JESS
                      Can I get you anything Chief?

            Michela holds Ed's gaze. Twirls a loose string of hair.

                                MICHELA
                      He was just leaving.

            Jess nervously looks at Ed.

                                ED
                      No thanks, Jess.

            She quickly moves to another table.

                                ED
                          (rising)
                      We're not finished.

            Michela gives him a curt look, takes a bite of her omelette.

            INT. UNMARKED POLICE CRUISER - DAY

            Ed starts the cruiser up. Grabs the two-way radio microphone.

                                ED
                      Go ahead Cindy.

                                CINDY (V.O.)
                      You're needed at 372 Longview Road.

                                ED
                      Is that Adam Smith's place?

                                CINDY (V.O.)
                      Yes sir.

            He puts the car in gear. Reaches for the rear-view mirror.

                                ED (O.C.)
                      What you got?

            INT. ADAM'S HOUSE - BATHROOM - DAY

            BATHROOM MIRROR

            Scribbled in red lipstick; Listen closely & you will hear.
            Close your eyes & you will see. Open you're heart & HE will
            forgive you. SERENITY.

            Medical Examiner LINDSAY HUNTER, 40's, maidenly, steps back. 

                                LINDSAY
                      Have a look for yourself.

            The hair dryer's electrical cord runs from a wall socket into
            the tub. It's partially covered by a soaking wet towel.   

            Adam's limp wrist dangles over the edge of the tub. His
            haunting eyes stare out from a bluish face.

                                ED (O.C.)
                      Who called it in?

            INT. ADAM'S HOUSE - LIVING ROOM - DAY

            Ed and Lindsay make their way through the living room, past a
            police officer dusting the coffee table for prints.

            COFFEE TABLE

            Flies buzz around the open containers of Chinese food. Dirty
            dishes. An empty bottle of wine. ONE wine glass. 

                                LINDSAY (O.C.)
                      Anonymous tip.

            EXT. ADAM'S HOUSE - DRIVEWAY - DAY

            Two assistant Medical Examiners place Adam's body in the rear
            of the van.

                                JIMMY (O.C.)
                      Chief. You better take a look at this.

            Ed closes the driver's door.

                                ED
                      Lemme know what you find.

                                LINDSAY
                      I will.

            Ed taps the roof of the van, heads back into the house.

            INT. ADAM'S HOUSE - BEDROOM - DAY

            Ed enters. Rookie Officer JIMMY CAMPBELL, 24, eager, stands
            back from the walk-in closet.

            WALK-IN CLOSET

            The clothes have been pushed back. A false wall removed.
            Stacked neatly inside, a stash of kiddie porn. 

            Ed kneels down, looks through the assorted magazines. Young
            girls in skimpy outfits, posing provocatively.

            Ed mumbles under his breath.

                                ED
                      Sick bastard.

            EXT. CURLY'S - PARKING LOT - DAY

            The mint 1966 Chevelle SS pulls into the parking lot.

            INT. CURLY'S - DAY

            Pub style restaurant. Ed's sitting at the bar munching on a
            burger and fries, nursing a beer. 

            Father Murphy slides onto a bar stool beside him. He motions
            to the bartender for a round. 

                                FATHER MURPHY
                      How was your day?

                                ED
                      Just great. Yours?

                                FATHER MURPHY
                      That's what I want to talk to you about.

            The bartender places two long necks on the counter. 

                                BARTENDER
                      Menu?

                                FATHER MURPHY
                      Not right now thanks.

            Father Murphy waits until the bartender is out of ear shot. 

                                FATHER MURPHY
                      Someone die today?

                                ED
                          (nonchalantly)
                      Why?

            Father Murphy quickly glances around.

                                FATHER MURPHY
                      I had a strange visit.

            Ed takes a sip of his beer, studies Father Murphy.

                                ED
                      And?

            Father Murphy leans in close.

                                FATHER MURPHY
                      She told me someone had died. 

            Ed perks up.

                                ED
                      Who was she?

                                FATHER MURPHY
                      I don't know. It happened in the
                      confessional.

                                ED
                      What were her exact words?

            Father Murphy ponders this for a moment.

                                FATHER MURPHY
                      He's dead Father. And I should bless his
                      soul.

                                ED
                      That's it?

                                FATHER MURPHY
                      Yeah.

            Ed sighs, takes a sip of his beer.

                                ED
                      I saw Michelle this morning.

            Ed can tell by Father Murphy's look that it's not news to
            him.

                                ED
                      You knew?

                                FATHER MURPHY
                      No. Not really. Kelly stopped by last
                      night. Told me she had seen her. 

                                ED
                      Why didn't you call me Sean?

            Father Murphy peels the label off his beer bottle.

                                FATHER MURPHY
                      I just find it hard to believe... What
                      makes you so sure?

                                ED
                      That plain-Jane look. Dressing down to
                      cover her hot bod...The way she always
                      twirled that loose string of kinky hair.
                          (off Father Murphy's look)
                      What?

                                FATHER MURPHY
                      Nothing... If it is her...Why come back
                      after all this time?

            Ed finishes his beer, rises.

                                ED
                      That's what I'm gonna find out.

            INT. MICHELA'S VW CONVERTIBLE - DAY

            Fading sunlight. The top's down. Michela soaks in the country
            air as she cruises through rolling hills. Past cattle grazing
            in open fields.  

            EXT. COUNTRY ROAD - DAY

            Michela's VW convertible rolls down a winding country road,
            disappears under a canopy of trees.

            The faint sound of a SIREN.

            INT. MICHELA'S VW CONVERTIBLE - DAY

            Michela turns down her stereo. 

            The SIREN grows louder. 

            She looks in the rear view mirror.

            REAR VIEW MIRROR

            A police cruiser rapidly gains on her.

            EXT. COUNTRY ROAD - DAY

            Michela slows down, pulls off to the side of the road, the
            police cruiser right behind her.

                                MICHELA (O.C.)
                      Great.

            INT. MICHELA'S VW CONVERTIBLE - DAY

            REAR VIEW MIRROR

            Jimmy climbs out of the cruiser. Walks up to Michela's
            convertible.

                                JIMMY
                      License and registration.

                                MICHELA
                      Was I spending?

                                JIMMY
                      License and registration, please.

            Michela rips the glove box open. Takes out the registration.
            She opens her pocketbook. Grabs her license. Flops her hand
            out.  

            Jimmy grabs the license and registration. 

                                JIMMY
                      I'll be right back, Ma'am.

            Michela mimics him as he walks back to the car.

            INT. POLICE STATION - CHIEF'S OFFICE - DAY

            Ed scribbles Michela's information on a piece of paper. 

                                ED
                      Thanks. And give her a warning. 

            EXT. MICHELA'S VW CONVERTIBLE - DAY

            Jimmy hands Michela her license, registration and a warning.

                                JIMMY
                      I'm letting you off with a warning this
                      time.

                                MICHELA
                      Did your chief put you up to this?

                                JIMMY
                      Have a good night, Ma'am.

            Jimmy heads back to the cruiser.

            Michela slams the car into gear. Stomps on the gas. The tires
            spin, kicking dust and stones into the air. SQUEAL as they
            hit pavement. 

            INT. POLICE STATION - NIGHT

            Ed pours himself a cup of coffee, Crosses to the printer.
            Grabs a printout. 

            He FLICKS the lights off. Glances at the information as he
            walks into his office. 

            The office door closes.

            INT. POLICE STATION - FRONT ENTRANCE - NIGHT

            The front door closes. Footsteps echo through the empty
            building.

            INT. POLICE STATION - CHIEF'S OFFICE - NIGHT

            Ed's leaning back in his leather chair, feet up on the desk,
            reading the printout.

            INT. POLICE STATION - NIGHT

            A hand reaches for the door knob.

            INT. POLICE STATION - CHIEF'S OFFICE - NIGHT

            The door flies open. Michela storms in.

                                MICHELA
                      Who the hell do you think you are?

            Ed nonchalantly looks up from the printout, smiles.

                                ED
                      Is there a problem?

                                MICHELA
                      Like you don't know.

            Ed sits up. Flips the printout upside down on his desk.

                                ED
                      Grab a seat.

                                MICHELA
                      I'd rather stand.

                                ED
                      Suit yourself.

            Ed takes a sip of his coffee. Michela leans over the desk.

                                MICHELA
                      One of your boys pulled me over for no
                      reason at all.

                                ED
                          (rubbing his chin)
                      Now why would he do something like that?

            Michela glances at overturned printout on the desk.

                                MICHELA
                      To get information on me, Einstein.

                                ED
                      Gee. I wish I thought of that.

                                MICHELA
                      I don't know who you think I am, but I'm
                      not her. So get a life.

            Michela heads for the door.

                                ED
                      Why?

            Michela turns around, looks at him confused.

                                MICHELA
                      Why what?

                                ED
                      The charade.

                                MICHELA
                      I feel sorry for you.

            Michela storms out. Ed slams his desk in frustration.

            INT. KELLY'S HOUSE - LIVING ROOM - NIGHT

            Kelly enters, a bottle of wine in her hand. She plops down on
            the couch. Picks her wine glass up off the coffee table.

            Her hand shakes as she pours a glass. She rests the bottle of
            wine next to a photo album.

            Takes a sip of wine. Makes herself comfortable. Picks up the
            open high school yearbook laying next to her on the couch. 

            Rests it in her lap. Flips the pages until she reaches the
            letter H. Runs a finger down the page. Lands on the name
            Michelle Harris.

            EXT. MICHELA'S HOUSE - DAY

            Steve's pickup is parked behind Michela's VW convertible. 

            A make-shift work bench. A pile of rotted clapboards. Tool
            box. New clapboard siding stacked up.

            INT. MICHELA'S HOUSE - KITCHEN - DAY

            Michela rinses off the morning dishes, places them in the
            dishwasher.

            A power saw WHINES in the background. It suddenly stops.

            KITCHEN WINDOW

            Steve puts down the power saw. Mumbles under his breath. 

            Michela pours soap into the dishwasher. A screen door CLOSES.

                                STEVE (O.C.)
                      Pete call you back yet?

                                MICHELA
                      Nope.

            He opens the basement door, disappears from sight. Heavy
            footsteps race down the basement steps.

            STAIRWELL

            The BEAM of a flashlight floats through the darkness, lands
            on the back wall.  

            A basement light goes on.

            Steve bounds up the steps. 

                                STEVE 
                      I'll drag his sorry ass over here
                      tomorrow.

                                MICHELA
                      Thanks.

            Steve holds the screen door open.

                                STEVE 
                      Oh yeah. Don't use any appliances.

            The screen door CLOSES. 

            EXT. MICHELA'S HOUSE - BACKYARD - DAY

            Michela steps outside with a pitcher of ice tea and a glass.

                                STEVE (O.C.)
                      I'll be right down.

            Steve's standing on a ladder under a boarded-up second floor
            window. He finishes nailing a new clapboard in place. Checks
            his handy work. Climbs down the ladder.

                                STEVE
                      It's gettin' there.
                          (talking the glass)
                      Thanks.

            Steve takes a huge gulp. Michela stares at the window.

                                MICHELA
                      I can't get in that room. It's locked. I
                      can't find the key anywhere.

                                STEVE
                      Maybe it's in the room.

                                MICHELA
                      Maybe.

                                STEVE
                      She ran away one night.

                                MICHELA
                      Who?

                                STEVE
                      The girl. Never came back. The mother
                      died of a lonely heart. The father ended
                      up in a nursing home.

                                MICHELA
                      That's a shame.

                                STEVE
                      Yeah.

            Steve finishes off the rest of his ice tea.

                                MICHELA
                      More?

                                STEVE
                      Please.

            Michela fills up Steve's glass. Their hands touch. 

                                MICHELA
                      You swim?

                                STEVE
                      Couple miles a day. Why?

                                MICHELA
                      Just a feeling.

            Michela opens the screen door. Hesitates. Turns around.

                                MICHELA
                      Be careful.

            Steve frowns. The screen door swings shut.

            EXT. TOWN RESERVOIR - DIRT ROAD - DAY

            A canopy of trees creates a cool dim haven as Michela jogs
            down a dirt road running parallel to the reservoir. 

            Her strides long, graceful, gazelle-like.

            EXT. TOWN RESERVOIR - DAY

            Michela slows down, walks across the footbridge above the
            dam. Makes her way down the gently slope. 

            Kneels at the water's edge. Takes off her cap. Dunks her head
            in the crystal clear water. 

            EXT. MICHELA'S HOUSE - BACKYARD -DAY

            Steve sticks a nail in a clapboard. Lifts his hammer back.

            The RUMBLE of thunder. 

            He looks over his shoulder.

            EXT. TOWN RESERVOIR - DAY

            Ominous clouds roll in behind a sprawling, turn-of-the
            century estate, perched on a hilltop overlooking the tranquil
            reservoir.

            Michela rises. Throws her cap on. Stops. Stares. 

            A SHINY reflection under the surface one hundred feet from
            shore. 

            Michela stands there, transfixed. The shiny reflection
            appears to be reaching out to her. 

            The sky darkens. A strong breeze rustles the leafs. 

            A faint whisper floats through the air.

                                FAINT VOICE
                      Michela.

            The EXPLOSION of thunder shakes Michela out of her trance
            like state.

            She looks towards the estate. 

            The storm's fast approaching. 

            She breaks into a jog. Heads towards a path that leads into
            the woods.

            EXT. COUNTRY ROAD - DAY

            Dark clouds cast a shadow over a winding road. Steve's pickup
            appears. 

            The sky opens up.  

            EXT. TOWN RESERVOIR - WOODS - DAY

            Darkness. Wind-swept showers. Michela pulls the brim of her
            cap down over her eyes. Races through the forest.

            She reaches the crest of a slop. Transverses down the other
            side. Hits a patch of wet leafs. Starts sliding down the
            rocky trial. Trips over a rock. Looses her balance.

            Grabs onto a tree branch. It slips out of her hand. She
            tumbles to the ground. Slides down the trail. 

            Smacks her head against a rock. Lays perfectly still. 

            INT. STEVE'S PICKUP - DAY

            Rain pelts the windshield. The wipers whip back and forth.
            His cell phone RINGS. Steve grabs it off the seat.

                                STEVE
                      Matthews.

                                KELLY'S MUFFLED VOICE (V.O.)
                      Rejoice.

                                STEVE
                      What? 

                                KELLY'S MUFFLED VOICE (V.O.)
                      For he wants you.

                                STEVE
                      Who is... 

            Steve looks at his phone. Jumps at a FLASH of lighting.

            EXT. TOWN RESERVOIR - WOODS - DAY

            STROBE-LIKE flashes of lightning struggle through the thick
            foliage.

            Michela slowly sits up. Blood drips from a cut on her
            forehead. She touches the cut. Grimaces.

                                FAINT VOICE
                      Michela.

            A twig SNAPS. Michela turns. Shields her eyes.

            A FIGURE (Sean/Father Murphy), wearing a ball cap BACKWARDS,
            and shrouded in darkness moves, down a path diverging from
            the one she is on. 

            He's moving away at an angle, a limp female body (Michelle)
            slung over his shoulder. Her long dark kinky hair flopping
            about..

            The heavy rain's deafening. Her voice is drowned out. 

                                MICHELA
                      Wait.

            The couple disappears. Swallowed-up by the woods.

            INT. POLICE STATION - FRONT DESK - DAY
            Jimmy talks on the phone. His smile fades.

                                JIMMY
                      Let me call you back. 

            He hangs up. Stares at a soaking wet, disheveled Michela.

                                MICHELA
                      Is the Chief in?

                                JIMMY
                      Yeah. One second.

            INT. POLICE STATION - CHIEF'S OFFICE - DAY

            Ed's behind his desk, studying photos from the Smith murder
            scene.

            A KNOCK on the door.

                                ED
                      Yeah.

            The door opens. Jimmy sticks his head in.

                                JIMMY
                      That lady's here. Something's up.

                                ED
                      Send her in.

            INT. POLICE STATION - FRONT DESK - DAY

            Jimmy motions Michela to come over.

                                JIMMY
                      Ma'am. He'll see you now.

            Michela rises from her wooden chair.  

            INT. POLICE STATION - CHIEF'S OFFICE - DAY

            Michela enters. Ed's smile disappears. Ed motions for Jimmy
            too close the door.

                                ED
                      Have a seat.

            Ed's eyes follow her, a concerned look on his face. 

                                ED
                      You okay?

            Michela sits rigid. She doesn't make eye contact. Stares at
            the manila envelope on the spotless desk.

            Michela nods.

                                MICHELA
                      Slipped while I was jogging.

                                ED
                      Can I get you anything?

                                MICHELA
                      I'll be okay.

            Ed drums his fingers on the manila envelope. 

            Michela senses his eyes upon her, unconsciously curls her
            hair behind an ear.

                                ED
                      How can I help you?

            Draws a circle on her leg with a finger. 

                                MICHELA
                      I saw something in the woods. I think the
                      girl might be dead.

            The drumming stops. Ed leans forward. 

                                ED
                      Where?

                                MICHELA
                      On a trail behind the town reservoir.

                                ED
                          (rising)
                      Think you can find her.

                                MICHELA
                      I don't know. I'm pretty sure it was a
                      vision.

                                ED
                      What?

                                MICHELA
                      A vision.

            Ed drops back into his seat, looks at her sceptically.

                                MICHELA
                      I see things.  Most of the time it deals
                      with the future. But there was something
                      different about this one. 

            Ed rubs his forehead.

                                ED
                      You see things?

                                MICHELA
                      You sound sceptical.

            He looks directly into her eyes.

                                ED
                      Very perceptive. Was that a vision?

            Michela averts her eyes. Rises.

                                MICHELA
                      I'm sorry. I shouldn't have wasted your
                      time.

            Michela stops at the door. Turns. 

                                MICHELA
                      How's the knee?

                                ED
                      Good days, bad...

            Ed's voice trails off. He looks at her, surprised.

                                MICHELA
                      Old basketball injury. Right? 

            Ed stares, at a loss for words as Michela closes the door.

            INT. ROSEWOOD DINER - DAY

            The diner's quiet. Kelly, Ed and Father Murphy are sitting in
            a window booth, drinking coffee. 

            Kelly stirs her coffee, lost in her own thoughts.

            Ed hands Father Murphy a photo copy of a fax.

                                ED
                      She goes by Michela Gagnon now.

            Father Murphy glances at it.

                                FATHER MURPHY
                      I don't think it's her.

                                ED
                      She knew about my knee. How do you
                      explain that? 

                                FATHER MURPHY
                      Maybe she had one of those visions.

                                ED
                      Visions my ass.

            Father Murphy slides the photo copy across the table.

                                FATHER MURPHY
                      The mind's capable of amazing things Ed.

                                ED
                      Save it for someone else Sean.

            Ed stuffs the photo copy back in his pocket. 

                                ED 
                      Kelly you talked to her.

            Kelly snaps out of it.

                                KELLY
                      Who?

                                ED
                      Michelle.

                                KELLY
                      Only for a second. 
                          (shrugging her shoulders)
                      She didn't recognize me.

                                ED
                      But you know it's her. Right?

            Kelly glances out the window. Fading sunlight.

            EXT. MICHELA'S HOUSE - DAY

            Disappears behind the trees.

            INT. MICHELA'S HOUSE - KITCHEN - NIGHT

            The stove BUZZER goes off. Michela pushes the dishwasher.
            Reaches over to turn the buzzer off.

            It stops. The lights go off. The dishwasher shuts down. 

                                MICHELA
                      Sash, we need an electrician, like
                      yesterday.

            Sash happily eats dinner. Michela grabs a pack of matches off
            the windowsill.

            INT. MICHELA'S HOUSE - BASEMENT - NIGHT

            Damp. Musty. Pitch-black. Michela strikes a match. She
            glances at the fuses. Spots the blown one. Unscrews it.  

            She searches the cluttered workbench for a new fuse. The
            match burns down. Michela blows it out.

            Light FOOTSTEPS cross the kitchen floor. 

                                MICHELA 
                      I'm in the basement.

            A match GLOWS.

            Sash lets out a low angry meow.

            The top step of the rickety staircase CREAKS. 

            Michela's hand shakes as she frantically rips the plastic off
            a new fuse box with her teeth. 

            The match FLICKERS once. Goes out. 

            Michela fumbles with the fuse box in the darkness.

                                MICHELA
                          (shaky voice)
                      Who's there?

            Another step CREAKS.

            Sash HISSES. 

            Michela fumbles putting the fuse in. 

            Another step CREAKS. 

                                MICHELA
                      Steve?

            The lights go on. Michela spins around.

            A SHADOW disappears up the stairs.

            Sash let's out a menacing meow. 

            A LOUD crash.

            Michela grabs a wrench off the workbench. Races up the steps.

            INT. MICHELA'S HOUSE - KITCHEN - NIGHT

            Wet floor. Scattered flowers. Shattered Vase.

            Michela enters. Stops. 

            Sash, fur raised, bolts down the hall.

            Light FOOTSTEPS on the second floor hallway.

            Michela chases after Sash.

            INT. MICHELA'S HOUSE - SECOND FLOOR HALLWAY - NIGHT

            Sash flies around the corner. Bounces off a wall. 

            INT. MICHELA'S HOUSE - STAIRWELL - NIGHT

            Michela takes the steps two-at-a-time. Hits the landing.
            Stops dead in her tracks.

            Sash is standing at Michelle's door. Fur raised. HISSING.

            Michela squeezes the wrench in her hand, quietly makes her
            way down the hall. She puts her finger up to her mouth,
            motions for Sash to be quiet.

            Michela reaches for the door knob. Slowly turns it. It's
            locked. She pushes on the door. It won't budge. 

                                MICHELA
                      I know you're in there. Now come out.

            Silence.

                                MICHELA
                      Okay. Have it your way.

            She raises the wrench. SLAMS it into the door knob. Does it
            again. And again. And again.

            The door knob drops to the floor. 

            Michela pushes on the door. It still won't budge.

                                MICHELA
                      You gotta come out sometime.

            Michela slides down onto the floor. Gets comfortable. Sash
            climbs into her lap. Curls up.

            EXT. TOWN RESERVOIR - NIGHT

            A full moon engulfs the night. It's reflection wandering
            across the glass-like water. 

            Laughter floats through the still night air. 

            Clothes are casually dropped at the water's edge.

            Two figures frolic in the cove. The woman (Kelly), back to
            us, giggles as she playfully pushes Steve under the water. 

            INT. MICHELA'S HOUSE - SECOND FLOOR HALLWAY - DAY

            Michela's asleep on the floor outside Michelle's door. Sash
            appears. Licks her nose. Michela throws her hand out. Bolts
            upright. 

            She looks around confused. Shakes the cobwebs from her head.
            Stretches her aching body.

            Michela looks at Sash.

                                MICHELA
                          (rising)
                      This is ridiculous.

            INT. MICHELA'S HOUSE - MICHELLE'S BEDROOM - DAY

            Dark. Dank. A ray of sunshine slices through a boarded-up
            window. 

            The sound of a rusty nail being pulled out of a board. 

            Sunlight engulfs the room.

            EXT. MICHELA'S HOUSE - BACKYARD - DAY

            Michela's standing on the ladder. She pries the last board
            away from the window. It falls to the ground. 

            She raises the crowbar. Turns her head sideways. Closes her
            eyes.

            SLAMS the crowbar into the window. 

            INT. MICHELA'S HOUSE - MICHELLE'S BEDROOM - DAY

            It EXPLODES. Shattered glass falls to the floor. 

            Michela uses the crowbar to knock shards of glass off the
            window frame. 

            EXT. MICHELA'S HOUSE - BACKYARD - DAY

            Michela drops the crowbar on the floor. Carefully climbs.

            INT. MICHELA'S HOUSE - MICHELLE'S BEDROOM - DAY

            Inside. Glass CRUNCHES under her feet. She looks around.

            Cobwebs. Dusts. The room hasn't been touched since the day
            Michelle disappeared. 

            2x4's nailed across the door.

            Rock Stars and Teenage Heartthrobs adorn the walls. 

            BUREAU

            Photos: Mother and father. Friends. 

            Michela studies one photo.

            PHOTO

            A young Ed leaning against a Camaro.

            She crosses to the vanity.

            VANITY

            Wallet-size graduation pictures tucked into the mirror. 

            Michela stares at a familiar face. 

            WALLET-SIZE PHOTO

            A young Kelly.

            EXT. TOWN RESERVOIR - DAY

            A deer grazing on a freshly cut bank raises it heads.

            Children's voices grow louder. 

            The deer rushes up the bank. Bolts into the woods.

            Three boys carrying backpacks, fishing pools attached to the
            bike handles, come out of the woods. Ride along a path
            towards the cove.

                                FRECKLED FACE BOY 
                      What's that?

            COVE

            A body floats upside down in the water.

                                LANKY BOY (O.C.)
                      Let's check it out.

            The boys cut off the path. Race down the slope towards the
            water's edge. Slide to a stop beside a pile of male clothing.

                                GEEKY BOY
                      Hey mister. You okay?

                                FRECKLED FACE BOY
                          (nervously)
                      Think he's dead?

                                LANKY BOY
                      Let's find out.

            The lanky boy hops off his bike. Kicks off his sneakers.
            Pulls off his shirt.

                                LANKY BOY
                      Well?

            The other two look at each other.

                                FRECKLED FACE BOY
                      I'm not goin' near him.

                                GEEKY BOY
                      Me either.

                                LANKY BOY
                      Wimps.

            The lanky boy wades into the water. Dives in. Swims out to
            the body. 

            A hand reaches out. Grabs onto Steve's body. Flips him over. 

            Ed stares into Steve's bulging eyes. He turns away. Wraps an
            arm around Steve. Swims toward shore.

            EXT. TOWN RESERVOIR - SHORELINE - DAY

            Jimmy questions the three boys. 

            Two officers wade into the water. Help Ed drag Steve's body
            onto dry land.     

            Jimmy's walkie-talkie SQUAWKS. He steps away from the boys.

            The lanky boy looks towards Steve's body. He covers his
            mouth. Races up the bank towards the woods.

            Jimmy walks up to Ed. Whispers in his ear.

            EXT. TOWN RESERVOIR - CART PATH - DAY

            Sunlight struggles through a canopy of trees. A police
            officer dusts Steve's pickup for prints.

            A dripping wet Ed and Jimmy walk down the cart-path. Stops in
            front of the pickup. Gaze at the windshield.

            WINDSHIELD

            Scribbled in red lipstick; Listen closely & you will hear.
            Close your eyes & you will see. Open you're heart & HE will
            forgive you. COURAGE.

                                ED (O.C.)
                      Looks like we can rule out accidental
                      drowning.

            INT. CATHOLIC CHURCH - SANCTUARY - DAY

            Father Murphy enters. Spots an unfamiliar figure. He quietly
            makes his way down the center aisle towards the front. 

            Michela sits in the middle of the sanctuary, head bowed. She 
            feels his presents. Looks up. 

            Father Murphy is standing over her, a smile on his face.

                                FATHER MURPHY
                      May I?

            Michela hesitates for the briefest second.

                                FATHER MURPHY
                      I won't bite.

            His smile is intoxicating. His voice, soft, soothing. 

                                FATHER MURPHY
                      Promise.

            Michela slowly slides across the pew. Father Murphy sits
            down. They sit in silence.

                                FATHER MURPHY
                      Beautiful, isn't it?

            Michela nods in agreement.

                                FATHER MURPHY
                      I thank the Lord every day for the beauty
                      he brings into this room.

            He turns to Michela.

                                FATHER MURPHY
                      By the way, I'm Father Murphy. 
                          (offering his hand)
                      But everyone calls me Sean.

            Michela glances at his hand. Looks straight forward. Father
            Murphy rest his hands in his lap, not the lest bit offended
            by Michela's gesture.

                                FATHER MURPHY
                      You don't believe, do you?

                                MICHELA
                      In what?

                                FATHER MURPHY
                      Him.

            Michela follows Father Murphy's eyes. Stares at striking
            rendition of Christ on the cross. 

                                FATHER MURPHY
                      It's nothing to be ashamed of. 

                                MICHELA
                      I'm not ashamed... I have my reasons.

            Father Murphy nods knowingly.

                                FATHER MURPHY
                          (rising)
                      If you would ever like to talk. I'm easy
                      to find.

                                MICHELA
                      You're awful young to be a priest.

            Father Murphy chuckles.

                                FATHER MURPHY
                      I didn't know there was a minimum age
                      requirement.

            Michela blushes. Stumbles over her words.

                                MICHELA
                      No. I mean. It's just that. Well, you
                      are. You just don't... 

            Her voice trails off.

                                FATHER MURPHY
                      Look like your typical priest?

                                MICHELA
                      Well, yeah.

                                FATHER MURPHY
                      So I've been told.

            Father Murphy turns to leave.

                                MICHELA
                      Do you know a Steve Matthews?

                                FATHER MURPHY
                      Yeah. I grew up with him. Why? 

            Michela looks down at her lap.

                                MICHELA
                      He's dead. 

            Father Murphy slumps. Crosses himself. Slides into a pew.
            Kneels. Closes his eyes. Says a silent prayer. 

            INT. CATHOLIC CHURCH - FATHER MURPHY'S OFFICE - DAY

            Father Murphy opens his eyes. Looks up.

                                FATHER MURPHY
                      What happened?

                                MICHELA
                      I don't know. I just know he's dead.

            Father Murphy snaps his fingers.

                                FATHER MURPHY
                      The confessional. Right?

            Michela nods. Drops her eyes. He studies her features. Shakes
            his head.

                                MICHELA
                      What?

                                FATHER MURPHY
                      The resemblance is rather striking. You
                      and Michelle could've passed for sisters.

                                MICHELA
                      Michelle?

                                FATHER MURPHY
                      Harris. Ed's ex...The chief's ex
                      girlfriend.
                          (off Michela's look)
                      I heard.

                                MICHELA 
                      What happened to her?

            Father Murphy sighs.

                                FATHER MURPHY 
                      Nobody's sure. She ran away fifteen years
                      ago. Haven't heard from her since... Ed's
                      still waiting.

                                MICHELA
                      Might explain all those stares.

                                FATHER MURPHY
                          (chuckling)
                      Small town thing.

            EXT. STEVE'S HOUSE - DAY 

            Large Cape. White picket fence. Two polices cruisers are
            parked in the driveway.

            INT. STEVE'S HOUSE - DEN/OFFICE - DAY

            Ed's sitting at Steve's cluttered desk. Looking through the
            drawers. Listening to the answering machine.

            The answering machines beeps. 

                                KELLY'S MUFFLED VOICE (V.O.)
                      Trust him. He'll make it right.

            Ed glances at the answering machine. Hits the rewind button. 

                                JIMMY (O.C.)
                      You need to see this.

            Ed holds up a finger. Hits play. 

                                KELLY'S MUFFLED VOICE (V.O.)
                      Trust him. He'll make it right.

                                ED
                      That sound like a man or woman?

            Jimmy shrugs his shoulders.

                                JIMMY
                      Hard to tell.

            Ed opens the answering machine. Takes out the tape.

                                ED
                          (rising)
                      What you find? 

            INT. STEVE'S HOUSE - BASEMENT - FINISHED ROOM - DAY

            Ed and Jimmy are standing in a finished room.

            Plush furnishings. Wall-to-wall carpeting. Shuttered windows.
            Leather couch. Plasma TV. 

            A large water bed. Wrists and leg restraints hang from the
            ceiling.

            Bondage apparatus dangling on a wall. Shelves stocked with
            sex toys.

            A video camera on a tripod. 

            Ed opens a pack of TUMS, pops two into mouth. 

                                ED
                      Amazing what some guys will do to get
                      their rocks off.

            INT. UPSCALE BOUTIQUE - DAY

            GEORGE HENDERSON, 34, jovial, hands the signed credit card
            receipt to the clerk.

                                CLERK
                          (handing George two bags)
                      Who's the lucky lady.

            George's cell phone RINGS. He takes the bags. Smiles.

            EXT. NEWBURY STREET - BOSTON - DAY

            A bustling street filled with restaurants, boutiques and
            shops. 

            George strolls down the street talking on his cell phone.

                                KELLY'S MUFFLED VOICE (V.O.)
                      Surrender.

                                GEORGE
                      What? 

                                KELLY'S MUFFLED VOICE  (V.O.)
                      And he will make you happy.

                                GEORGE
                      Who is this?

            EXT. CATHOLIC CHURCH - PARKING LOT - NIGHT

            A lone spotlight shines down on Father Murphy, ball cap on
            BACKWARDS, and five teenagers playing an intense game of
            three-on-three. 

            Friendly bantering back and forth. Pushing and shoving. Sweat
            pouring off their bodies.

            A shot goes up from outside. Nothing but net. 

            Father Murphy grabs the basketball, walk towards the key.

                                FATHER MURPHY (O.C.)
                      Twenty-twenty. Next basket wins.

            Ed, paper bag in hand, sits down on a stone wall.

                                PLAYER #1
                      The pizza's gonna taste sweet. 

            Father Murphy hands him the ball. Gets right in his face.

                                FATHER MURPHY
                      Especially since you'll be paying.

            Player #1 slaps the ball. 

            There's pushing and shoving as players fight through picks.

            Player #1 tries to drive toward the basket. Father Murphy
            guards him closely. Forces him to pass to Player #2.

            Player #2 does a touch pass to Player #3 down in the low
            post.

            Player #3 spins to shoot. 

            Father Murphy appears out of nowhere. Forcing Player #3 to
            alter his shot. He fades back.

            The shot floats through the air. Bounces high off the rim.

            Father Murphy rips the rebound out of the air and in one 
            fluid motion, dishes the ball to a teammate standing at the
            top of the key.

            The teenager fakes left. Drives right. Lays it in. 

            Father Murphy high-fives his teammates.

                                FATHER MURPHY
                      I'll catch up with you guys later.

            Father Murphy grabs his towel, wipes himself down as he walks
            over to Ed.

                                FATHER MURPHY
                      I'm getting too old for those young hot
                      shots.

            Ed smiles. Flips him a bottle of water.

                                ED
                      Least you can still play.

            Father Murphy nods. Takes a long swig of water. 

            Music grows louder. A car rolls by. Father Murphy gives the
            peace sign.

                                FATHER MURPHY (O.C.)
                      So what's up?

            The teenagers wave. A rock song CRANKS.

            INT. ROADSIDE BAR & GRILL - NIGHT

            Out of the juke-box. Ed lays two photos in front of Father
            Murphy.

            PHOTOS

            Adam's bathroom mirror. Steve's truck's windshield.

            Father Murphy studies the writing on the photos.

                                ED
                      Religious connotations. Right?

            Father Murphy looks up.

                                FATHER MURPHY
                      Where you headed with this?

            Ed takes a sip of his beer, studies Father Murphy.

                                ED
                      Michelle moves back to town. Two guys
                      that were involved are dead.

                                FATHER MURPHY
                      It wasn't rape Ed. She wanted you...

            Ed SLAMS his fist into the table.

                                ED
                      Don't tell me what it was.

            Father Murphy raises his hands, like calm down.

                                ED
                      She was semi-religious. Those look like
                      messages to me. Put two-and-two together.  

                                FATHER MURPHY
                      Don't you think that would be a little to
                      obvious?

                                ED
                      I don't know. I've never been inside the
                      mind of a serial killer... Have you?

            INT. MICHELA'S HOUSE - KITCHEN - DAY

            Rock music floats out of counter-top radio. Michela sings-a
            long as she rinses off dishes, puts them in the dishwasher. 

            Gravel CRUNCHES under the weight of car tires rolling down
            the gravel driveway. 

            A car door CLOSES.

            Michela peeks out the window.

            WINDOW

            Ed steps behind the unmarked police cruiser.

            EXT. MICHELA'S HOUSE - FRONT PORCH - DAY

            Climbs onto the porch. RINGS the door bell. Glances around.
            Admires the work being done on the place.

            A window curtain FALLS back into place.

            He RINGS the door bell again. 

                                ED
                      I know you're in there. I saw the curtain
                      move.

                                MICHELA (O.C.)
                      Go away.

                                ED
                      We need to talk.

            INT. MICHELA'S HOUSE - LIVING ROOM - DAY

            Michela stands next to the window.

                                MICHELA
                      I've got nothing to say to you.

            Ed's voice is right outside the window. Michela jumps back at
            the sound of his voice.

                                ED (O.C.)
                      I've got two murders on my hands.

                                MICHELA
                      What's that got to do with me.

            EXT. MICHELA'S HOUSE - FRONT PORCH - DAY

                                ED 
                      You're involved somehow.

                                MICHELA (O.C.)
                      Are you insane?

                                ED
                      Prove me wrong.

            INT. MICHELA'S HOUSE - LIVING ROOM - DAY

                                ED (O.C.)
                      Let me in.

            Michela puts the inhaler up to her mouth, takes a hit.

                                MICHELA
                      Give me one good reason why?

                                ED (O.C.)
                      Don't make me go get a warrant. It'll
                      piss me off. Then I'll get ugly.

            EXT. MICHELA'S HOUSE - FRONT PORCH - DAY

            Michela paces back and forth.

                                MICHELA
                      You mean you actually have a nice side.

            Ed can't help but chuckle. He pulls a ripped-in-half photo
            out of his pocket.

                                ED
                      Let me show you a photo. If you can look
                      me in the eye, tell me it's not you... I
                      won't bother you again... Fair enough? 

            INT. MICHELA'S HOUSE - FOYER - DAY

            Michela stands at the screen door. 

                                MICHELA
                      This better not be a trick.

            Ed holds up the ripped photo.

                                ED 
                      It's not. Promise.

            Michela ponders this for a moment.

            EXT. MICHELA'S HOUSE - FRONT PORCH - DAY

            Opens the screen door a crack. Sticks her hand out. 

            Ed gives her the ripped photo.

            INT. MICHELA'S HOUSE - FOYER - DAY

            Michela stares at the photo in her hand.

            RIPPED PHOTO

            Michelle's leaning against the rear fender of a red
            convertible, an arm over her shoulder. The resemblance to
            Michela is striking.

                                MICHELA (O.C.)
                      Who is she?

            INT. MICHELA'S HOUSE - FRONT PORCH - DAY

            Ed leans against the bannister.

                                ED
                      Her name's Michelle Harris.

            Michela stands behind the screen.

                                MICHELA
                      Do I look like her? Yes. Is it me? No.

            Ed takes a deep breath. Exhales.

                                ED
                      Look. I don't know what exactly happened 
                      that night... Cause you ran away. 

                                MICHELA
                      How many times do I have to tell you it's
                      not me. 

                                ED
                      Maybe you're blocking it out.

            Michela throws her hands up in the air.

                                MICHELA
                      What will it take to get it through that
                      thick scull of yours?

                                ED
                      There hasn't been a murder in this county
                      in over forty years. You come back...I've
                      got two. It ain't a coincidence.  

            Michela shakes her head.

                                MICHELA
                      Don't move. I'll be right back.

            Michela disappears around the corner. Ed pulls out a roll of
            Tums. Rips the pact open. Pops two into his mouth.

            The screen door CREAKS open. Michela hands Ed a small piece
            of paper.

                                MICHELA
                      Call Detective Stone. Savannah P-D.
                      Homicide. That's his number.

            Ed looks at the piece of paper.

                                ED
                      What's he got to do with this?

                                MICHELA
                      He'll vouch for me.

            Ed hold Michela's gaze. Finally stuffs the piece of paper in
            his pocket.

                                ED
                      I'll be in touch.

            Michela watches him back down the steps.

            EXT. MICHELA'S HOUSE - DRIVEWAY - DAY

            Cross to his car. 

            INT. UNMARKED POLICE CRUISER - DAY

            Ed starts the cruiser. Flips on the air. Opens the ashtray.
            Pulls out the other half of the ripped photo. Pieces them
            together.

            RIPPED PHOTO

            Ed and Michelle leaning against an older red VW convertible.

            Ed puts the cruiser in gear. Backs down the driveway. 

                                ED (O.C.)
                      I know it's you. I'd bet my life on it.

            Michela's red VW convertible fills the windshield.

            EXT. SELF-SERVE GAS STATION/FOOD MART - DAY

            Michela shuts off the pump. Screws the cap back on. Closes
            the lid. Crosses the lot.

            George, twelve pack in hand, holds the door open for her.  

                                MICHELA
                      Thanks.

            He does a double-take. 

                                GEORGE
                      Michelle?

            Michela enters the building.

            INT. SELF-SERVE GAS STATION/FOOD MART - DAY

            Modern. Clean. Michela reaches for a six-pack of water.

            A hand touches her shoulder. 

                                GEORGE
                      Michelle Harris, right? 

            Michela startled, drops her six-pack of water. It hits a rack
            of junk food, spilling items all over the floor.

            Michela gives George a dirty look.

                                GEORGE
                      Ooops. Sorry.

            Michela kneels down. Starts picking up the items. George
            kneels down to help.

                                GEORGE
                      Remember me. George Henderson. We went to
                      school together.

            Michela frustrated, yells.

                                MICHELA
                      Get away from me.

            Customers turn. Stare. 

            George turns beat-red. Puts his hands up in a defensive
            posture. 

                                GEORGE
                      Sorry. My mistake.

            He quickly gets up. Heads out the door.

            A female hand picks up an item.

                                KELLY (O.C.)
                      What was that all about?

            Michela looks up. Kelly's kneeling across from her, picking
            up items.

            EXT. TOWN RESERVOIR - DAY

            Fading sunlight. A myriad of colors races across the glass-
            like water.

            EXT. DIRT ROAD - TOWN RESERVOIR - DAY

            Michela jogs down the road at a steady pace.

            INT. ED'S HOUSE - HALL CLOSET - NIGHT 

            Shoes, sneakers and boxes sit on the floor. Ed's rummaging
            through a cluttered closet. He pulls out a box. Opens it.

            BOX

            Jammed pack: Photo album. Memorabilia. Trophies. Junk.

            He digs through it. Finds what he wants. Pulls out a high
            school yearbook. 

            EXT. MICHELA'S HOUSE - DRIVEWAY - DAY

            Twilight. Michela sprints into the driveway. Slows to a walk.
            Sweat pours off her body. She climbs the front steps. 

            EXT. HENDERSON ESTATE - NIGHT

            A full moon engulfs the sprawling, secluded, turn of the
            century country estate, perched on a hilltop with panoramic
            views of the hilly, wooded countryside and the tranquil water
            of the reservoir lurking below.

            INT. MICHELA'S HOUSE - MASTER BEDROOM - NIGHT

            A sweaty Michela enters. Kicks off her jogging sneakers.

            INT. HENDERSON ESTATE - POOL HOUSE - NIGHT

            Scattered clothing. Empty beer cans. 

                                KELLY'S MUFFLED VOICE (O.C.)
                      I'm hot.

            Moonlight filters in through the open windows, falls across
            two people shrouded in covers. 

                                GEORGE
                      Wanna go for a swim?

            INT. MICHELA'S HOUSE - BATHROOM - NIGHT

            Michela turns on the shower. Pulls the sports bra over her
            head.

            EXT. HENDERSON ESTATE - POOL - NIGHT

            George bounces up and down on the diving board. Floats
            through the air. Does a belly flop into the water.

            Water splashes.

            INT. MICHELA'S HOUSE - BATHROOM - NIGHT

            Across Michela's face. Steam WAFTS above the shower stall. 

            The shower goes off. A hand appears from behind the shower
            curtain. Grabs a towel. 

            The shower curtain rolls back. A towel clad Michela steps
            out. Grabs another towel. Bends over. Wraps it around her
            head. 

            She stands up. Looks into the steamy mirror. Staggers
            backward.

            MIRROR

            Her blurred reflection. And scribbled in the steam: Help Me!

            INT. POLICE STATION - CHIEF'S OFFICE - NIGHT

            ERASABLE DISPLAY BOARD

            Michelle's enlarged high school graduation photo is tacked in
            the middle. Adam's and Steve's high school graduation photos
            on either side.

            Snapshots of the messages from the bathroom mirror and
            windshield.

            Listed in marker: Marital status. Jobs. Education. Hobbies.
            Friends. 

            Interconnecting lines. Arrows pointing to Michelle. 

            Ed closes the yearbook. Pulls a folded piece of paper out of
            his pocket. 

            He checks his watch. Picks up the phone. Dials the number on
            the piece of paper.

            He rises. Crosses to the board. 

                                ED (O.C.)
                      Yes. I'd like to speak with Detective
                      Stone. 

            He picks up a red marker. Circles the word CABIN at the 
            bottom of the board. 

            Draws an arrow. Connects it to Michelle's column.

            INT. MICHELA'S HOUSE - MICHELLE'S BEDROOM - NIGHT

            The window's boarded-up. A large candle flickers. Michela
            enters, a bottle of beer in her hand. Sits down in the middle
            of the floor.

            She crosses her legs. Looks at the Ouija Board spread-out in
            front of her. 

            Sash stretches out. Watches from the doorway. 

                                MICHELA
                      So you want my help.

            Michela takes a sip of beer. Puts it down. Places her fingers
            on the planchette. Closes her eyes.

                                MICHELA
                      Talk to me. 

            Nothing happens. Michela finally opens her eyes. Takes her
            fingers off the planchette. Looks around the room.

                                MICHELA
                      Michelle, if it's you...

            She places her fingers back on the planchette.

                                MICHELA
                      Show me. Give me something. Anything.

            Michela closes her eyes. Waits. 

            Sash lifts her head. Stares. 

            The candle FLICKERS.  

            The planchette starts to move. Lands on the letter L.

            Michela opens her eyes. Her heart skips a beat. 

            The planchette drifts over to the letter I. Stops. Moves onto
            the letter B. Stops.

            Michela's fingers shake as the planchette picks up speed.

            It glides over to the letter R. Stops. Quickly moves over to
            the letter A. Stops. Then quickly back to the letter R.
            Stops. 

            Then slowly moves across the board. Towards the letter Y.

            The candle FLICKERS. Goes out.

            EXT. CITY LIBRARY - PARKING LOT - DAY

            Michela climbs out of her VW convertible. Crosses the parking
            lot. 

            EXT. CITY LIBRARY - ENTRANCE - DAY

            Climbs the front steps. Enters the library.

            INT. ED'S HOUSE - BEDROOM - DAY

            Disheveled appearance. Clothes piled on the floor. Newspapers
            tossed on the floor. Rumpled bed.

            The phone RINGS. A toilet FLUSHES. 

            Ed enters, half-dressed, toothbrush in mouth. He crosses to
            the bed. Grabs the phone off the night-stand.

            NIGHT-STAND

            A photo of Ed, Michelle, Father Murphy and Kelly. Michelle
            and Kelly stand in the Middle. Ed and Father Murphy on either
            side.  

            Kelly's head is resting against Michelle's shoulder, a wicked
            smile on her face. 

                                ED (O.C.)
                      Yeah... Okay. I'm on my way.

            INT. CITY LIBRARY - RESEARCH DEPARTMENT - DAY

            Michela sits at a microfilm machine. Glances at an occasional
            article as she scrolls through the pages. 

            Something catches her eye. She goes back. Slows down. Stops. 

            MONITOR

            The HEADLINE reads: "Police Break-up Late Night Party At
            Henderson Estate"

            Michela scans the article. Scrolls down the page. At the
            bottom, a small caption. 

            MONITOR

            The small CAPTION reads: "Local Teen Runs Away" 

            Michela quickly reads the article. Moves on. 

            Scrolls further. Page after page. Suddenly stops. 

            MONITOR

            The HEADLINE reads: "Local Teen Missing Six Weeks"

            Under it, MICHELLE'S high school graduation photo. 

            Michela reads the article. 

            It contains vital information; Height. Weight. Age. Where she
            was last scene.  

            Michela stares blankly at the screen.

            MONITOR

            Michelle's date of birth: June 13, 1971.

            EXT. HENDERSON ESTATE - DAY

            Emergency vehicles parked in the driveway.

            EXT. HENDERSON ESTATE - POOL - DAY

            Blazing sunshine. An assistant Medical Examiner strips down
            to his boxer shorts. 

            Lindsay stands on the edge of the pool.   

            POOL

            George's body floats face down. 

                                LINDSAY (O.C.)
                      I'm getting tired of seeing you sorry
                      face. 

                                ED
                      Same here.

            Ed pulls out a rolls of Tums. Pops a couple into his mouth.
            Offers the roll to Lindsay.

                                LINDSAY
                      No thanks.

                                ED 
                      This one better be natural causes.

            POOL

            The assistant Medical Examiner wades into the water.

                                JIMMY (O.C.)
                      Chief?

            Ed looks towards the pool house. Jimmy's standing in the
            doorway.

                                JIMMY
                      Another message. 

                                ED
                          (disgustedly)
                      Great... Call me.

            Lindsay nods. Ed crosses to the pool house.

            INT. HENDERSON ESTATE - POOL HOUSE - DAY

            Cozy. Plush. Beach style furniture. TV. Stereo. Empty beer
            cans. Disheveled sofa bed. 

            Jimmy points to the mirror above a wet bar.

            WET BAR MIRROR

            Scribbled in red lipstick; Listen closely & you will hear.
            Close your eyes & you will see. Open you're heart & HE will
            forgive you. WISDOM.

                                ED
                      Let's check the house. See if he's got
                      any perverted little secrets.

            INT. CATHOLIC CHURCH - SANCTUARY - DAY

            Father Murphy confers with a young priest at the alter about
            an upcoming funeral. 

            Soft footsteps echo through the vast room.

            Father Murphy looks up, smiles. Excuses himself from the
            young priest. Quietly makes his way down a side aisle. 

            Michela, head bowed, whispers. The words unintelligible.

            Father Murphy quietly stands over her.

            Michela feels his presents. Slides down the pew without
            looking up.

            Father Murphy takes this as an invitation to sit down. He
            kneels. Says a little prayer of his own.

            The silence is unsettling. Michela fidgets in the pew. Plays
            with the GOLD LOCKET dangling from her neck. 

                                FATHER MURPHY (O.C.)
                      That's a beautiful locket.

            Michela drops her hand down. Reaches for her purse.

                                MICHELA
                      I need a favor.

                                FATHER MURPHY
                      Name it.

            She opens her purse. Takes out a piece of paper. Hands it to
            Father Murphy. 

            He unfolds it. Looks at a faded BIRTH CERTIFICATE. 

                                MICHELA
                      I need to know where she was born. If she
                      was adopted. If so, why?

            Father Murphy nods knowingly.

                                FATHER MURPHY
                      I'll see what I can do.

            He studies her troubled face. Speaks tenderly.

                                FATHER MURPHY
                      Those that suffer the most, and except
                      there faith, will be rewarded the
                      greatest when he calls them home.

            Michela looks into his eyes. For a brief moment she can feel
            his pain.

                                MICHELA
                      Nothing personal, but I don't buy it
                      Father.

            Father Murphy takes a small booklet off the rack on the back
            of the pew. Hands it to Michela. 

            BOOKLET

            The cover reads: Acceptance 

                                FATHER MURPHY
                      You may find the answers you are
                      searching for in there.

            Michela quickly flips through it. Stops on the Serenity
            Prayer. Glances at it.

                                MICHELA
                      Why did you become a priest?

            Father Murphy rises. Smiles.

                                FATHER MURPHY
                      Long story. Suffice to say...I had an
                      epiphany.

                                MICHELA
                      Have you forgiven yourself Father?

                                FATHER MURPHY
                      Forgiveness is the greatest gift ever
                      bestowed upon us.

                                MICHELA
                      You walk with a very heavy heart. Don't
                      you?

            Father Murphy holds up the folded birth certificate.

                                FATHER MURPHY
                      Give me a couple of days.

            Michela watches him slowly stroll down the aisle.

            INT. HENDERSON ESTATE - MASTER BEDROOM - DAY

            Jimmy sits on the edge of the bed. Flips through a photo
            album. 

                                JIMMY 
                      Think he tried to pick up men?

            WALK-IN CLOSET

            A closet-full of woman's clothing. Rows of shoes. Different
            colored wigs neatly lined up on shelves.

                                ED
                      Make a hellava motive for murder.

            Ed steps out of the closet.

                                ED
                      Anything good?

            Jimmy closes the photo album, rises.

                                JIMMY
                      He made one ugly woman.

            Ed chuckles.

                                ED
                      What about the answering machine?

            Jimmy follows Ed out the door.

                                JIMMY (O.C.)
                          (serious)
                      Nothing.

            EXT. HENDERSON ESTATE - DRIVEWAY - DAY

            Jimmy's inside his running cruiser. Ed's leaning against the
            driver's door of the unmarked cruiser.  

                                ED
                      I gotta make a stop.  

            Jimmy nods. Pulls out.

            EXT. SHADY OAKS NURSING HOME - DAY

            A sprawling modern complex nestled between tall oaks and
            rolling hills, designed to give you that rustic New England
            feel. 

            EXT. SHADY OAKS NURSING HOME - GROUNDS - DAY

            Manicured grounds. Patients mingle in the fresh air.

            Father Murphy is sitting on a park bench under a shady oak,
            talking to a well-dressed man in a wide-brim hat. 

            Father Murphy rises. Squeezes the man's shoulder. Whispers in
            his ear. 

            The solitary figure sitting erect on the bench, nods.

            Father Murphy taps his shoulder. Makes his way across the
            grounds.

            A blind, BEN HARRIS, 70's, Michelle's father, looks
            immaculate in his short sleeve button down shirt, tie, wide
            brim hat and sun glasses. 

            INT. MICHELA'S HOUSE - KITCHEN - DAY

            Michela opens the oven. Pulls out a tray of blueberry
            muffins. She grabs a toothpick. Sticks it into a muffin.

            A KNOCK on the door.

                                MICHELA
                      It's open.

            The screen door SHUTS. Footsteps move down the hall. 

            HALLWAY

            Ed glances at family photos hanging on the walls as he moves
            down the hall.

            He stops in the doorway. His heart aches. Michela looks so
            much like Michelle in her faded jeans and T-shirt.

            Michela places a glass of milk and a plate of blueberry
            muffins on the kitchen table. 

                                MICHELA
                      Hope you like blueberry muffins.

            Ed stares at the muffins.  

                                ED
                      I came too apologize.

                                MICHELA
                      Apology excepted. Now grab a seat.

            Ed crosses to the table, sits down. Michela grabs another
            glass of milk and joins him.

            Ed takes a big bite. Knocks it down with milk.

                                MICHELA
                      What did he tell you?

                                ED
                      That you could be cold. Arrogant.
                      Difficult. No. Pig-headed.

            Michela playfully slides the plate of muffins away from Ed. 

                                MICHELA
                      You're not making any points Chief.

                                ED
                      He said you have an incredible gift.

            Michela pushes the plate back.  

                                MICHELA
                      I'd say it was more of a curse.

            Ed peels the baking cup off.

                                ED
                      Tell me about these so-called visions.

                                MICHELA
                      What would you like to know?

                                ED
                      How they work. 

                                MICHELA
                      Does that mean you're starting to
                      believe?

            Ed rolls his eyes.

                                ED
                      No.

            Michela smiles.

                                MICHELA
                      Most of the time I'm in the present.
                      Bordering on the future.

                                ED
                      What happens?

            Michela shrugs her shoulders.

                                MICHELA
                      I make a some type of connection. Usually
                      just by touching someone... And it's like
                      I'm projecting into their body.

                                ED
                      How long's it last?

                                MICHELA
                      A few seconds. Minute, max. Long enough
                      to see what's going to happen to them. 

            Ed studies her.

                                ED
                      Do you feel any pain?

            Michela glances at the table. Her body begins too quiver.

            Ed speaks in a gentle tone. 

                                ED
                      It wasn't your fault.

            Michela swallows hard. Clears her throat.

                                MICHELA
                      I sent the police down the wrong road. 

            Tears roll down her cheeks.

                                MICHELA
                      A little boy died.

            Ed reaches out to touch her hand. She quickly pulls it away.

                                ED
                      He'd already killed six children. 

            Michela dabs at the tears with a napkin.

                                MICHELA
                      Explain that to the little boy's parents
                      who were depending on me. 

                                ED
                      You got him off the street before he
                      killed more kids.

                                MICHELA
                      He toyed with me. Got inside my head.
                      Showed me who was stronger. 

            Michela picks at her blueberry muffin.

                                MICHELA
                      And when he got tired. He let me catch
                      him... It was all just a game to him. 

                                ED
                      He was sick.

                                MICHELA
                      He said we were the shame. That there's a
                      fine line between a killer and a savior.
                          (looking into Ed's eyes)
                      That we're both trying to play God.

                                ED
                      That's bullshit.

                                MICHELA
                          (solemnly)
                      Is it?

            Michela averts her eyes. Stares at her muffin.

                                MICHELA
                      You've come to ask for my help. 

                                ED
                      Three men are dead. There's some type of
                      link to you. And I don't know where else
                      to turn. 

            The phone RINGS. 

                                MICHELA
                          (rising)
                      Let me think about it.

                                ED
                      Fair enough.

                                MICHELA
                      Hello?... Hi.

            Ed picks up a blueberry muffin.

                                MICHELA
                      Really?... Okay.

                                ED
                          (whispering)
                      One for the road.

            Michela smiles. Her eyes follow Ed as he shows himself out.

                                MICHELA
                      How about seven?

            EXT. CURLY'S - DAY

            A beer sign goes on in a window.

            INT. CURLY'S - DAY

            Michela and Father Murphy sit in a corner booth. Away from
            the crowd. 

            Father Murphy munches on an appetizer as Michela studies
            Michelle's birth certificate.

                                MICHELA
                          (looking up)
                      Is it possible?

            Father Murphy nods.

                                MICHELA
                      I never knew. I mean, I always felt like 
                      a part of me was missing... I never felt
                      whole. Always thought it was in my head. 

                                FATHER MURPHY
                      It's tough any time you lose someone. But
                      to go through what you. At three years
                      old.

            Father Murphy shakes his head at the tragedy of it all.

                                MICHELA
                      Don't get me wrong. I've had a great
                      life... I just wish my adopted parents
                      had said some something.

                                FATHER MURPHY
                      Maybe they couldn't.

                                MICHELA
                      Why?

                                FATHER MURPHY
                      Privacy issues. Ben told me it was part
                      of the adoption process... He wanted to 
                      adopted both of you. Couldn't afford to
                      feed four mouths.

                                MICHELA
                      What's he like?

                                FATHER MURPHY
                      Find out for yourself. He wants to meet
                      you. 

                                MICHELA
                      Really?

                                FATHER MURPHY (O.C.)
                      Yeah. 

            INT. FATHER MURPHY'S CHEVELLE SS - DAY

            Father Murphy turns the ignition. The car rumbles to life.

                                FATHER MURPHY 
                      Said he's got a box of Michelle's stuff
                      that he wants you to have.

            He slaps the shift into first. Pulls out.

                                MICHELA
                      What time you picking me up?

            EXT. COUNTRY ROAD - NIGHT

            Twilight. Father Murphy's Chevelle SS cruises down the
            winding road. Disappears under a canopy of trees.

                                 FATHER MURPHY (V.O.)
                      How does nine sound?

            EXT. COUNTRY ROAD - DAY

            Blazing sunlight. Father Murphy's Chevelle SS appears from
            under the canopy of trees. Roars down the road. 

            INT. FATHER MURPHY'S CHEVELLE SS - DAY

            Father Murphy's behind the wheel. Michela's riding shotgun.
            They sing-a-long to a rock song blasting out of the stereo.

            EXT. SHADY OAKS NURSING HOME - PARKING LOT - DAY

            Father Murphy's Chevelle SS rolls into the visitor parking
            lot. Pulls into a space. Parks. The passenger door opens.

                                FATHER MURPHY (O.C.)
                      I'm right here if you need me.

            INT. FATHER MURPHY'S CHEVELLE SS - DAY

            Michela closes the door. Sticks her head back in.

                                MICHELA
                      Thanks.

            EXT. SHADY OAKS NURSING HOME - PARKING LOT - DAY

            Michela crosses the crowded parking lot. Climbs the front
            steps.

            INT. SHADY OAKS NURSING HOME - FOYER - DAY

            Stops at the front desk. Talks with the receptionist.

            INT. SHADY OAKS NURSING HOME - 2ND FLOOR - DAY

            The elevator door opens. Michela steps out. Apprehensively
            makes her way down the hall.

            INT. SHADY OAKS NURSING HOME - BEN'S ROOM - DAY

            Small. Tidy. Family photos adorn the walls. Ben paces back
            and forth. Dressed in his Sunday best. Sport coat and tie.
            Shiny wing tips. 

            Michela's footsteps grow louder. Stop outside the door.

            EXT. SHADY OAKS NURSING HOME - 2ND FLOOR - DAY

            Michela raises her hand to knock, hesitates.

                                BEN (O.C.)
                      Just like a woman to keep a man waiting.

            Michela smiles.

            INT. SHADY OAKS NURSING HOME - BEN'S ROOM - DAY

            Enters. Ben's sitting erect in his recliner.

                                MICHELA
                      How did you know it was me?

                                BEN
                      You're perfume.

            Michela smiles. 

                                BEN
                      Have a seat.

            Michela sits at a small wooden table. Glances at a PHOTO on
            the wall.

            PHOTO

            An attractive woman in her fifties.

                                MICHELA
                      Is that your wife? 

                                BEN
                      The love of my life. Betty took our son's
                      drowning real hard. Thought she'd never
                      get over it. Then we adopted Michelle.
                      Our ray of sunshine. Over time the pain
                      disappeared. And then she...she...

            Ben's voice cracks. 

                                MICHELA
                      Maybe I should go?

            Ben pulls a clean crisp hanky out of a pocket. Wipes the
            tears from his face.

                                BEN
                      No. Don't. I'm just an old fool with too
                      much time on his hands. 

            Michela wipes a tear from her eye. 

            Ben pulls a pint of Ginger Brandy out of the side pocket of
            his recliner. Unscrews the cap. Takes a hit.

                                BEN
                          (chuckling)
                      Medicinal purposes.

            He tightens the cap. Slides the bottle back in place.

                                BEN
                      That box by the door's for you.

            Michela glances at the large box sitting in a chair. 

            LARGE BOX

            Michelle is SCRAWLED in large black letters on the side.

                                MICHELA (O.C.)
                      But those are your memories.

                                BEN
                          (pointing to his head)
                      I keep 'em up here now.

            Michela shifts in her chair. Curls a string of hair behind
            her ear. 

                                MICHELA
                      Do you have any idea of what happened to
                      Michelle?

                                BEN
                      Cops say she ran away. I never bought it.

                                MICHELA
                      Why?

                                BEN
                      Something happened at that rich folks
                      house... I tried to get some answers.
                          (shaking his head in disgust)
                      It's amazing what money can do. 

            He let's that thought hang in the air.

                                BEN
                      Sean says you look like her. 

                                MICHELA
                      He's not the only one.

                                BEN
                      Mind if I see for myself?

                                MICHELA
                          (rising)
                      No. Not at all.

            She kneels in front of him. He reaches out. She guides a
            thick hand up to her face. 

            He gently runs his fingers over her hair. 

                                BEN
                      Wild.

            Around her eyes. Down her nose. Across her lips. 

                                BEN
                      Ski jump nose. Full lips. 
                          (pulling his hand back)
                      I bet you look just like her.

            Michela bites down on her quivering lip.

                                BEN
                      Thank you.

            Her eyes fill with tears.

                                MICHELA
                      For what?

                                BEN
                      Letting me catch a glimpse of what a
                      beautiful woman Michelle would have been.

            Michela doesn't say a word. Rubs a cheek across the back of
            his hand.

                                BEN
                      Did I say something wrong?

            She kisses his hand. Holds it tight. 

                                MICHELA
                      I was just thinking how lucky Michelle
                      was.  

            EXT. FATHER MURPHY'S CHEVELLE SS - DAY

            Father Murphy studies the sports page. Looks at the results
            of last night's Red Sox game. 

            He glances in the rear view mirror.

            REAR VIEW MIRROR

            Michela's walking through the lot with Michells' box.

            EXT. SHADY OAKS NURSING HOME - PARKING LOT - DAY

            Father Murphy hops out of the car. Opens the trunk. 

                                FATHER MURPHY
                      How'd it go?

                                MICHELA
                      He's sweet. And in a lot of pain.

            Father Murphy takes the box from Michela. 

                                MICHELA
                      I have to help him find closure.

            Places it inside the trunk. 

                                FATHER MURPHY (O.C.)
                      How?

            Closes the lid.

            INT. MICHELA'S HOUSE - KITCHEN - DAY

            The back door opens. Michela enters. Places Michelle's box on
            the kitchen table. 

            Sash runs into the room. Walks over to her dish. 

                                MICHELA
                      Hungry?

            Sash meows. Michela opens a cabinet under the sink. Takes out
            the box of dry cat food. 

            She grabs the portable phone. Dials a number as she fills the
            cat dish. 

                                MICHELA
                      Ed. It's Michela.

            INT. ED'S HOUSE - DEN - DAY

            Ed's stretched-out on the couch. 

                                ED
                          (sitting up)
                      What made you change your mind?

            He grabs the remote, turns the volume down.

                                ED
                      Yeah. He has.

            INT. MICHELA'S HOUSE - KITCHEN - DAY

            Michela cradles the phone in her shoulder. Closes the
            refrigerator door with her foot. Places the leftovers on the
            counter-top. 

            Sash HISSES. The CLATTERING of her cat dish flipping over.

                                MICHELA
                      Sounds good. 
                          (turning around)
                      See you...

            Sash flies out of the room. 

            Michela's eyes pass over the overturned cat dish. Dry food
            scattered across the floor. Land on the kitchen table. 

            TABLE

            The flaps on the Michelle's box are open.

                                MICHELA (O.C.)
                      Then.

            Michela puts the phone down. Shivers. She rubs her hands over
            her arms as she ever slow slowly cross to the table. 

            Stops dead in her tracks. Grabs onto a kitchen chair for
            support. Stares at a box flap.

            BOX FLAP

            Scrawled in black marker, "SAVE ME."

            Michela's hands shake as she reaches into the box.

            INT. MICHELA'S HOUSE - LIVING ROOM - NIGHT

            Pulls out an intricate musical jewelry box. Places it on the
            coffee table by a group of framed photos of Michelle and
            friends during their high school years. 

            Michela gazes at the musical jewelry box. Closes her eyes.
            Runs her fingers across the fine craftsmanship. She lifts up
            the lid. 

            The box comes to life. Plays a soothing song. The tray
            contains a smorgasbord of costume jewelry. 

            Michela smiles to herself. Lifts up the tray. Places it on
            the table.  

            Gazes at a worn diary laying inside. Hesitates. Conflicted,
            by the need to learn about Michelle and delving into her
            intimate thoughts.

            Curiosity finally wins out. Michela picks up the diary. 

            She grabs her glasses off an end table. Lays down on the
            couch. Gets comfortable.

            Sash hops onto the couch. Curls up beside her.

            Michela opens the first page. Begins to read. She turns pages
            as she reads along. She stifles a yawn. Her hand becomes more
            relaxed. 

            The diary slips out of her hand.

            INT. MICHELA'S HOUSE - BEDROOM - NIGHT

            Lands on a bathrobe on the bedroom floor.

            The draperies flutter in a light breeze. Streaks of moonlight
            spill into the room, fall across a restless Michela.

            Soft FOOTSTEPS come up the stairs. Stop outside the bedroom
            door. 

            The floor CREAKS. 

            The light breeze carries the faint voice through the night.

                                FAINT VOICE
                      Michela.

            Sash stirs. Lifts up her head. Stares.

            A faint white glow seeps under the crack between the door and
            the floor. 

            The door knob slowly turns.

                                FAINT VOICE
                      Save me.

            The door inches open. The faint light grows brighter.

            Sash rises. Curls her body in attack mode. Let's out a low
            spine chilling meow. 

            Jumps off the bed. Floats through the air.

            The faint light fades down the hallway as Sash bounds through
            the door.

            A stiff breeze slams the door shut.

            Michela screams out.

                                MICHELA
                      Nooo.

            Bolts upright. Flips on a bedside lamp. And with heart
            racing, glances around the empty room. 

            EXT. COUNTRY ROAD - DAY

            Ed's unmarked police cruiser rolls through the countryside.

                                ED (V.O.)
                      Should I expect any surprises?

            INT. UNMARKED POLICE CRUISER - DAY

            Michela's head's tilted out the window. Her wild hair blowing
            in the breeze.

                                MICHELA
                      Like what?

            Ed keeps his eyes on the road.

                                ED
                      I don't know... Could it turn violent?

            Michela turns towards him. Smiles behind her sunglasses.

                                MICHELA
                      You won't need a gun.

            Ed slows down. Turns into Adam's driveway.

                                ED
                      I'm serious. 

            Michela shrugs her shoulders.

                                MICHELA
                      I suppose it could. But it's never
                      happened before.

            Ed stops. Puts the shift lever in park. Turns to Michela, a
            concerned look on his face.

                                ED
                      There's always a first time.

            INT. ADAM'S HOUSE - LIVING ROOM - DAY

            Ed peels the foil off a roll of TUMS. Pops two in his mouth.
            Watches Michela methodically make her way through the room.

            Michela kneels down beside the clean coffee table. Runs a
            hand across it. Stops. 

                                MICHELA
                      He had his last meal in here.  

            She looks at the floor. Then to the couch. 

            Ed intently watches as Michela grabs a pillow off the couch
            and lays down on the floor.

            She gets comfortable. Closes her eyes. 

                                MICHELA
                      He wanted to have sex. She said she felt
                      dirty. He said he'd draw a bath.

                                ED
                      Do you know who is she?

                                MICHELA (O.C.)
                      I can't see her face. 

            INT. ADAM'S HOUSE - BATHROOM - DAY

            BATHROOM MIRROR

            Scribbled in red lipstick; Listen closely & you will hear.
            Close your eyes & you will see. Open you're heart & HE will
            forgive you. SERENITY.

            Michela's intense face is reflected through the words.

                                MICHELA
                      Interesting play on words.

            She touches the outlet next to the sink. Traces a line
            towards the tub. Kneels down. Runs a hand across the surface.

                                MICHELA
                      She wanted to punish him for what he did.

                                ED
                      Anything to do with the porn?

            Michela shakes her head, no.

                                MICHELA
                      No. It's something she thinks she saw.

                                ED
                      What?

                                MICHELA
                      A couple.
                          (rising)
                      Embracing.

            EXT. TOWN RESERVOIR - DIRT ROAD - DAY

            Ed's unmarked police cruiser rolls in and out of the canopy
            of trees.

                                ED (O.C.)
                      How do you know this?

            EXT. UNMARKED POLICE CRUISER - DAY

                                MICHELA
                      Every house has secrets. You just have to
                      listen closely.

            Ed looks at her sceptically as he pulls to a stop in the dirt
            parking lot.

            EXT. TOWN RESERVOIR - COVE - DAY

            Michela and Ed stand at the water's edge.

                                ED
                      This is where we found his clothes. 

                                MICHELA
                      And his body?

                                ED
                      About seventy fifty feet out.

                                MICHELA
                      Do you mind turning around?

            Ed rolls his eyes as he turns around. 

            Michela quickly strips down to her sports bra and boxers.
            Wades into the water. Dives in.

            Ed turns around. Paces back and forth as he waits for her to
            surface. He glances at his watch. Starts to pull his shirt
            over his head.

                                MICHELA (O.C.)
                      How's this?

            Ed pulls his shirt down.

                                ED
                      About twenty feet to your left.

            Michela breaststrokes over.

                                ED (O.C.)
                      That looks about right.

            She closes her eyes. Trends water. A faint whispers floats
            through the light breeze.

                                FAINT VOICE
                      Michela.

            Michela opens her eyes. Looks around. Gazes down.

            SURFACE

            Michelle's reflection stares back at her. Reaches out towards
            her. Mouth's the words, help me. 

                                FAINT VOICE
                      Help me.

            Air bubbles stream towards the surface. Her reflection's
            being pulled away. Towards the murky depths.

            The bubbles diminish. Her reflection fades. Michela runs a
            hand across the water's surface. Sticks it under.

                                ED
                      Everything...

            She disappears from sight, sucked under the water. 

            Ed looks nervously around.

                                ED
                      Michela!

            She surfaces. Gasps for air. Her arms flaying away. Like
            she's trying to protect herself from someone. 

                                MICHELA
                      Hel...

            She disappears again.

            Ed pulls off his shirt. Rips off his shoes. Throws his gun on
            the ground. Races into the water.

            UNDERWATER

            Shafts of sunlight slice through the murky haze. Michela's
            being pulled towards the bottom. Deeper and deeper. 

            SURFACE

            Ed reaches the spot where Michela disappeared. Dives under.

            UNDERWATER

            Searches through the murky haze. Spots Michela frantically
            struggles with an unseen attacker.

            MICHELA

            Eyes bulge out. Her lungs ready to explode. 

            ED 

            Knifes through the water.

            A sudden BEAM of white light appears. Engulfs Michela. 

            ED

            Races towards her.

            MICHELA

            Stops struggling. Her body goes limp.

            ED

            Grabs onto her wrist. Drags her towards the top.

            SURFACE

            Ed and Michela surface. He fills his lungs with air. Puts an
            arm under her chin. Swims towards shore.

            EXT. TOWN RESERVOIR - SHORELINE - DAY

            Ed carries Michela onto shore. Lays her on the grass. 

                                ED
                      C'mon.

            Begins mouth-to-mouth resuscitation.

                                ED
                      Don't quit on me. 

            Frantically works on her.

                                ED
                          (screaming)
                      Michelle.

            Michela suddenly coughs. Ed turns her onto her side. She
            spits up water. Lays back down on the ground, reaches for her
            shorts.  

                                ED
                      You okay?

            Michela shakes her head, yes. Pulls out her inhaler.

            Ed gazes at the water.

                                ED (O.C.)
                      You wanna tell me what happened out
                      there.

            Michela's breathing relaxes.

                                MICHELA
                      This is going to sound crazy...But
                      something pulled me under.

            Ed turns to Michela.

                                ED
                      This reservoirs known for it's strong
                      whirlpools.

            INT. MICHELA'S HOUSE - LIVING ROOM - DAY

            Michela's curled up on the couch, wrapped in blankets.

                                MICHELA
                      Then how do you explain these? 

            She flips the blankets back. Puts her feet on the coffee
            table.

            MICHELA'S SHINS

            Deep red hand marks on both shins.

                                ED
                      Nobody could stay under the water that
                      long.

                                MICHELA
                      I never said it was human. 

            Ed frowns.

                                ED
                      What are you trying to say?

                                MICHELA
                      I think it was a spirit.

                                ED
                      A spirit?

                                MICHELA
                      I told you it sounded crazy.

                                ED
                      There's gotta be some other explanation.

                                MICHELA
                      I think she was trying to tell me
                      something.

                                ED
                      She?

                                MICHELA
                      Michelle's spirit.

            Ed's face drains of color.

                                ED
                          (rising)
                      I think I need some air.

            EXT. MICHELA'S HOUSE - FRONT PORCH - DAY

            Twilight. Puffy clouds. A myriad of colors races across the
            sky.

            Ed's leaning against the railing, lost in his thoughts.

            The screen door SLAMS shut.

            Michela places a beer on the railing.

            Ed twists off the cap, takes a sip. Gazes off into the
            distance.

                                ED
                      She's why I became a cop. Thought I could
                      track her down... I was in love. 
                          (turning around)
                      Still am.

            Ed sighs, takes another sip of beer.

                                MICHELA
                      What time we going to the Henderson
                      Estate?