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  • TEASER

    OVER BLACK:

    Slow, methodical TICK. TICK. TICK. No mercy as it gets LOUDER. Suddenly there's BREATH. Panicked BREATH.

    SMASH CUT TO:

    EXT. CELORAN PARK - THE WOODS - AFTERNOON

    EXTREME CLOSE UP: The breath belongs to IMOGENE HEALEY, 16, thick glasses, unusually tall, pretty, dark-haired. Shes frantically running through woods, looking behind her because someones after her. She stumbles. Her glasses HIT THE GROUND, startling a CAT (white, one blue eye, one brown) who scats. Imogene gets down on her hands and knees to find her glasses. Cant see without them. Then YOWL. Something bad happened to the Cat. Scared, she stands to investigate and:

    Imogene DROPS OUT OF FRAME.

    PULL BACK: We now see where we are. A clearing in the woods. Thick, gray, dead roots of a tree. Yet there seems to be... something pulsing through them. A beat or... a current. The roots meet in the middle of the clearing to a gaping perfectly round 4 foot HOLE.

    Imogenes faint SCREAMS are coming from inside that hole and theres no one there to save her.

    The roots COME ALIVE - blood and electricity PULSATE through them. HUMMING with energy. A loud METAL CLANKING emanates from underground...

    ANIMALS scatter. SCREECH! SOUNDS like a subway car COMING TO A HALT. Then a strong force PULLS ALL THAT SURROUNDS THAT HOLE from above into it. SPARKS SHOOT UP FROM BELOW... Then?

    Nothing.

    CHYRON: THE NIGHT PRIOR

    EST. THE HEALEY HOME - NIGHT

    A weathered Colonial in disrepair in this lower middle class neighborhood. Were on SYCAMORE STREET. CLOSE IN.

  • INT. THE HEALEY HOME - SELAS BEDROOM - NIGHT

    Everything about the room says overwhelmed, moneys tight. SELA, 36, Imogenes pretty but tired mom folds laundry while fighting with Imogene, whos wearing her coke bottle glasses, stick-on fake diamond nose stud, an I Love New York T-shirt. ROBBIE, 12, chubby, wise-ass, is on his mothers bed watching TV, pretending not to listen.

    SELAImogene, we cant afford it!

    IMOGENEIts for a school trip!

    SELAYou know I just wish youd yell at your father the way you yell at me.

    IMOGENEOh, so both of us wouldnt be doormats?

    SELAApologize.

    Imogenes silence is deafening.

    ROBBIETheres an idea, Pumpkin. Just ask your hero, Deadbeat Douchebag.

    Imogene flips Robbie off who in turn gives her an Italian fungool. Imogene storms out.

    SELAGreat.

    INT. IMOGENES BEDROOM - LATER THAT NIGHT

    Posters from all over (Italy, France, London) on the walls. Meanwhile, Imogenes at her desk, using one of her mothers documents to forge Selas signature on a School Trip Permission slip. KNOCK. Imogene puts the slip in her drawer.

    IMOGENEWhat?

    Her mother comes in. Sits on her bed.

    SELAHey.

    No answer.

    Jamestown 2.

  • SELA (CONTD)Is that girl bothering you again?

    IMOGENEWho, Vanessa? No. This has nothing to do with that.

    SELAOkay. But you would tell me right? If she was bothering you? Both of us dont have to be doormats.

    Without saying Sorry, their eye contact shows Imogene regrets saying doormat.

    IMOGENEYeah.

    SELAOkay, lets call it a night. We have Dr. Strunks before school tomorrow.

    IMOGENEDad said hed meet us there.

    Sela sighs. Theres no way. Imogene gets into bed.

    IMOGENE (CONTD)Are all men like Dad?

    SELALets hope you find an old-fashioned guy who pays his bills, shows up when he says he will, and is really cute.

    IMOGENEI dont ever want to like anyone.

    SELAWell, you might change your mind.

    Sela kisses Imogene who, even though shes sullen, still needs her mothers affection. Sela switches off the light and leaves. In the dark, Imogene gets up, retrieves the permission slip from her desk drawer, her fingers dancing over surfaces - shes used to navigating the dark. She sticks the Permission Slip in her backpack.

    Jamestown 3.

  • INT. DR. STRUNK'S OFFICE - EXAM ROOM - NEXT MORNING

    The rooms DIMLY LIT. Imogenes in the middle of her eye exam. The heavy black apparatus presses against her face like a metallic insect. DR. STRUNK, 40s, conducts the test.

    DR. STRUNKBetter?

    IMOGENENot really.

    DR. STRUNKHow bout now?

    IMOGENEI guess.

    He TURNS OFF the machine, flips on the LIGHTS, swings back the apparatus. Imogene blinks. Puts on her glasses.

    DR. STRUNKNo change.

    SELAGood.

    (Then, to Imogene)Thats good.

    DR. STRUNKBut because we know whats coming, I ordered something for you.

    Dr. Strunk hands Imogene a PANIC BUTTON - the size of a quarter. Sela tenses up as Imogene accepts it, stiffly.

    DR. STRUNK (CONTD)Its a panic button. For emergencies. You press it and 911s alerted to your whereabouts right away. It blinks, see? Thats a Lithium battery. Lasts up to 5 years.

    Imogenes eyes well up with tears.

    SELAFor later maybe.

    IMOGENEThank you.

    About to cry, Imogene grabs her backpack and runs out.

    Jamestown 4.

  • SELAI wish we talked about that first.

    DR. STRUNKSela, we need to give her tools so she can deal with her handicap.

    SELAShes not blind yet. And I prefer the word impaired.

    DR. STRUNKOkay. Now about the bill. My accountant says--

    SELAMy ex didnt send you a check, did he?

    EXT. MEDICAL BUILDING - MINUTES LATER

    Imogenes trying to get into the car (Selas old Honda) but as a game, Robbie, inside, has locked all the doors.

    IMOGENECome on!

    ROBBIEYou cold?

    OLD WOMAN (O.S.)Excuse me?

    Imogene turns to see an OLD WOMAN with pitch black glasses and walking stick standing in front of the Medical Building.

    IMOGENELet me in.

    ROBBIECant hear you!

    OLD WOMANYoung lady? Can you help me get to the bus stop?

    The BUS STOPS 10 feet from where the womans standing.

    ROBBIEHa ha.

    IMOGENE(to the Old Woman)

    Sure.

    Jamestown 5.

  • Imogene goes to the Old Woman who thrusts her elbow at her.

    OLD WOMANGrab it. So you can direct me.

    Imogene grabs her elbow. A feeling comes over her, familiar and sickening. Still, she leads her to the BUS STOP.

    IMOGENEHere we are.

    But the Old Woman turns to face her. Grabs her arm!

    OLD WOMANYou have to go back.

    IMOGENEWhat?

    OLD WOMANYou must heed the call!

    IMOGENE(lying)

    Theres my mom.

    But the woman wont let go.

    OLD WOMANHeed the call!

    IMOGENE(struggling)

    Let go of me!

    Roughly Imogene disengages. Runs to the car. But Robbie still wont let her in. Laughing. Then a HANDs on her shoulder. Imogene turns. Shes face to face with the old scary woman:

    OLD WOMANQui audet adipiscitur!

    ROBBIES POV: Imogene screams! He sees his sisters truly frightened but he doesnt see the Old Woman.

    SELA (O.S.)Robbie! Unlock the damn door!

    Selas suddenly at her Drivers Door. The Old Womans back at the Bus Stop. Completely innocuous. Robbie unlocks the door.

    On Imogenes shocked face, we:

    END TEASER

    Jamestown 6.

  • ACT ONE

    FADE IN:

    INT. SELAS OLD HONDA - MOMENTS LATER

    IMOGENES POV: As they drive, she looks out the window. Familiar streets go by: The drab depressing town, graffiti, homelessness, gutter kids, ripped billboards, shoes on wires. Cold. Then she sees the Old Woman again. Miles from where they were. On a corner. How? She blinks. The Old Woman: gone.

    They pull up to the Drop Off Point in front of:

    EXT. JAMESTOWN HIGH SCHOOL - ESTABLISHING

    Industrial. Foreboding. Schools basically a low level security prison. Imogenes in the back, as is her mothers open purse. She slips her hand in and grabs the money from her mothers wallet for the school trip. Startling her:

    SELAHey, sorry about the school trip.

    IMOGENE(a little ashamed)

    Oh. Its cool.

    Hiding the cash in her jeans, Imogene hops out.

    SELASee you later, alli-

    But Imogenes already out of the car.

    INT. JAMESTOWN HIGH SCHOOL - MOMENTS LATER

    FOLLOW Imogene through the halls, meeting up with her friend DANNY, 16, dressed like a male model. Always.

    DANNYDid you get the money?

    IMOGENEAnd the permission slip.

    DANNYUnassuming. Stealthy. I shall call you Jane Bond.

    Theyre on their way to...

    Jamestown 7.

  • EXT. JAMESTOWN HIGH SCHOOL - THE BACK - CONTINUOUS

    This is a playground and back parking lot. Grim. Gray. KIDS fight, disrespect TEACHERS - controlled chaos.

    Imogene and Danny join lines queuing for the BUSES to their school trip. Towards the front, Imogenes trying not to be obvious staring at hot boy DRAGAN, 16, 1st generation Croatian, black hair, green eyes. From behind her, coming her way though, is VANESSA, 16, sexy, precocious, cocky. Trailing her is FLEA, 16, make-up covering acne. When Vanessa passes Imogene to go to the front, IN SLO-MO Vanessa looks at Imogene maliciously until boom, back to REAL-TIME where she knocks Imogenes shoulder - a warning.

    DANNY(SOTTO, to Imogene)

    Thats bad touching.

    Vanessa and Flea join the BOYS, including Dragan. Flirting.

    IMOGENEThats the kid who moved here over the summer, right?

    DANNYStop sounding so innocent. You know exactly when he moved here.

    Danny and Imogene watch Vanessa flirt.

    IMOGENEWatch, hell be her boyfriend by the end of the day.

    LARK (O.S.)Hey guys.

    Dread. Imogene and Danny turn to see LARK, 16, Asian, in-your-face with her outgoing-ness. Theyre less-than-thrilled.

    IMOGENE/DANNYHey. / Whats up?

    LARKMind if I stand with you?

    Yeah, they mind but what are they going to say?

    LARK (CONTD)Were in History together, right? Ms. Donahoes class?

    Jamestown 8.

  • IMOGENEYeah.

    (SOTTO, to Danny)Why me?

    LARKI hate History.