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               CHAPTER 1:

               The Dead Girl in the Field

                                   EDWARD:
                             (v.o.)
                         When I was young, I fell in love
                         with a girl in the ocean.

               EDWARD, 6 years old, plays in the surf close to the beach.  A
               GIRL comes up and pushes him down and he pulls her down and
               then they hold each other and laugh.

                                                              FADE OUT.

                                                               FADE IN:



               EXT. 

               Grover's field  Morning

               We are close on the bare foot of ALANNA PRICE. In the
               background we hear TALKING.

                                   GROVER:
                         I was just coming up to plant-

                                   DODDS:
                         I understand that.

                                   GROVER:
                         Well, when I see her laid out-

                                   DODDS:
                         Yeah.

                                   GROVER:
                         I just stop.

                                   DODDS:
                         Okay.

                                   GROVER:
                         I didn't go nowhere near her.  I
                         see what it is from here, see?

                                   DODDS:
                         So you stayed away?

                                   GROVER:
                         Are you listening to what I say?

                                   DODDS:
                         Well it doesn't quite make sense.

                                   GROVER:
                         That's your department, pal.

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               EXT. 

               Grover's field  Same time

               Police are putting up tape across two fence posts and holding
               back each other.

                                   DODDS:
                             (addressing the officers)
                         No one goes near the body.  No one
                         until forensics.
                             (turning back to GROVER)
                         And you didn't, I don't know, clean
                         it up or-

                                   GROVER:
                         Been standing right here since I
                         called it in.

                                                                CUT TO:



               EXT. 

               Grover's field  Same time

               We look down on the scene.  The ground is ripe for planting,
               completely devoid of grass or anything else to disrupt the
               dirt.  The body of a young white girl in a dress is facedown
               in the field.  There are no footprints or tire tracks to be
               seen.

                                                                CUT TO:



               EXT. 

               The track field at James Madison High  Same time

               We find EDWARD ALBANY circling the track in a tank top and
               track shorts.  A girl, APRIL GAUSSER, watches him from the
               stands.  Closer to the field, SCOTTY JENKINS does his
               calculus homework.  EDWARD finally breaks off his run and
               pulls up to SCOTTY.

                                   EDWARD:
                         Calculus?

               SCOTTY shuts his notebook.

                                   EDWARD:
                         Calculus, Scotty?

                                   SCOTTY:
                         Athletics, Edward?

                                   EDWARD:
                         I don't have a choice.  My parents
                         make me.

                                   SCOTTY:
                         You run for your parents?

                                   EDWARD:
                         No, I actually picture myself
                         running away from them.  That's
                         what keeps me going.

                                   SCOTTY:
                         I don't get it.

                                   EDWARD:
                         The damn doctors.  They said that
                         exercise will help me to not be
                         depressed and sullen and I'll have
                         a sunny attitude and all the other
                         horseshit they give you before
                         doping you to the gills.

                                   SCOTTY:
                             (collecting his books and
                              putting them into his
                              backpack)
                         They're cutting Japanese.

                                   EDWARD:
                         One less thing to put on your
                         college transcript.

               SCOTTY looks at him.

                                   SCOTTY:
                         They're cancelling it to provide
                         more funding for the football team. 
                         Athletics beats academics again.

                                   EDWARD:
                         You act like I'm the one that
                         killed it.

               SCOTTY looks at him again, pushes his glasses up on his nose
               and then walks away.  EDWARD turns around and notices through
               a crack in the stadium all the flashing lights out in the
               field.  He begins to walk over.

                                                                CUT TO:



               EXT. 

               Grover's field  Morning

               EDWARD walks up to the taped off section and is kept there by
               a police officer.

                                   EDWARD:
                         What happened here?

                                   OFFICER:
                         Murder or a heart attack.  Fuck
                         off, kid.

               EDWARD stares at the body being loaded onto a gurney, slipped
               into a black bodybag.

               "Nothing At All" by Wired All Wrong begins playing over
               opening credits.  Credits should be Pop Art style mixed with
               pulp artwork.



               INT. 

               The school's office   Day

               EDWARD is sitting patiently in one of the chairs that line
               the wall.  The head secretary, ROSALIND, hangs up the phone
               and turns to him.

                                   ROSALIND:
                         Edward, you're a smart kid.  Why
                         are you always in trouble?

                                   EDWARD:
                         What's a nice girl like you doing
                         in a place like this, huh?

               ROSALIND laughs.

                                   EDWARD:
                         I had no choice.  Mr. Johannsen
                         insisted that the press is a fourth
                         branch of government.

               A police officer exits one of the offices and walks past
               EDWARD.

                                   EDWARD:
                         What's that about?  The girl in the
                         field?

                                   ROSALIND:
                         That was-

                                   STOCKWELL:
                             (o.s.)
                         ALBANY!  GET YOUR BUTT IN HERE!

                                   EDWARD:
                         Table it for a later date.  I
                         promise I'll be back before the
                         week is over.

               ROSALIND laughs again.  EDWARD stands and begins to walk to
               the vice principal's office when the principal, PRICE, rushes
               past him, frantic.  EDWARD is body checked by him and spun
               into the wall.  He smooths his shirt and walks into
               STOCKWELL'S office.

                                   EDWARD:
                         What was that all about?  Did
                         another girl have her period in the
                         pool?

               STOCKWELL is not amused.

                                   STOCKWELL:
                         It's bad enough it happens right
                         behind the school, but his own
                         daughter.

                                   EDWARD:
                         Whose daughter?

                                   STOCKWELL:
                         The body they found was Alanna
                         Price.

                                   EDWARD:
                         ...The principal's daughter.

                                   STOCKWELL:
                         Give me your write up.

               EDWARD reaches into his shirt pocket and withdraws a yellow
               page, folded over several times.  He hands it to STOCKWELL,
               who reads it.

                                   STOCKWELL:
                         Why do you get up to these sorts of
                         tricks, Edward?

                                   EDWARD:
                         It was no trick.  The United States
                         press corps is not a branch of
                         government.

                                   STOCKWELL:
                         You called him uneducated.

                                   EDWARD:
                         I think I said mis-educated.

                                   STOCKWELL:
                         He has uneducated here.
                             (beat)
                         Detention.  Two days.

                                   EDWARD:
                         Can't I produce a character
                         witness?

                                   STOCKWELL:
                         Make it three.

                                   EDWARD:
                             (sullenly)
                         They told me you'd be like this.

                                                                CUT TO:



               EXT. 

               The quad  Day

               EDWARD finds SCOTTY doing Venn Diagrams in a corner.  He
               approaches him.

                                   EDWARD:
                         Hey, Scotty.

                                   SCOTTY:
                         Shouldn't you be in detention?

                                   EDWARD:
                         Yeah, I got an extension.
                             (beat)
                         Listen, did Price's daughter go to
                         this school?

                                   SCOTTY:
                         Did she?  She still does, far as I
                         know.

                                   EDWARD:
                         Can you tell me where her locker
                         is?

                                   SCOTTY:
                         She's Miss-Perfect-Cheerleader and
                         you're a walking ghost.  She's way
                         out of your league, Edward.

                                   EDWARD:
                         Not exactly.

                                                                CUT TO:



               INT. 

               A school hallway  Day

               EDWARD stands before locker 1254, looking at it.  There is a
               MURMURING from some students nearby.  When they leave, EDWARD
               gets to work.  He attempts to open the locker as though it
               were unlocked.  It is locked.  Next, he produces a nail file
               and a paperclip.  He jams the file in the lock and begins to
               manipulate it. He then bends the paperclip into a hook and
               reaches that into the side of the locker.  There is a
               snapping sound and then he pulls the paperclip up and the
               locker swings open.  It is an average locker, a picture of
               ALANNA with her boyfriend, BART STEERSON; ALANNA with some
               other friends; books; an apple.  EDWARD notices a postcard
               partly sticking out from under the stack of books.  He
               withdraws it and inspects it.  It is black and features a
               skull and crossbones.  It is labeled: INTERNATIONAL PIRATE
               DAY!!!  EDWARD flips it over.  On the back, it mentions a
               party and there is a phone number.  FOOTSTEPS begin
               approaching.  EDWARD pockets the card and slips away.

                                                                CUT TO:



               INT. 

               EDWARD'S bedroom  Night

               EDWARD is holding the postcard, sitting on his bed, staring
               at the phone.  He finally picks up the receiver and calls the
               number.  A teenage girl answers.

                                   EDWARD:
                         I'm interested in the party.

                                   GIRL:
                         What party?

                                   EDWARD:
                         The Pirate Party?

                                   GIRL:
                         I think you're walking up the wrong
                         plank, kid.

                                   EDWARD:
                         I'm investigating a crime.

                                   GIRL:
                         I don't think I know you.

                                   EDWARD:
                         No, you probably don't.  But can I
                         come to the party anyway?  It can
                         be good to make new friends.

                                   GIRL:
                         I think it's a little far for you.

                                   EDWARD:
                         Why do you say that?

                                   GIRL:
                         Well you know what happened to the
                         guy that learned too much too fast.

                                   EDWARD:
                         What?

                                   GIRL:
                         He died.

               She begins LAUGHING maniacally and then the line goes dead. 
               EDWARD hangs up the phone.  After a second, he picks it up
               again.  He punches a number and waits.

                                   EDWARD:
                         Scotty. You have talents, right?

                                   SCOTTY:
                         I can maybe dissect a frog or
                         something.

                                   EDWARD:
                         But you have skills.

                                   SCOTTY:
                         I can jump really high when I'm
                         standing still.

                                   EDWARD:
                         That's a skill?

                                   SCOTTY:
                         It's just something I can do.

                                   EDWARD:
                         Is it genetic?

                                   SCOTTY:
                         I don't know.  I've never asked my
                         parents how high they can jump.

                                   EDWARD:
                         God damn, that is a great skill
                         after all.  Listen, can you trace a
                         phone number for me?

                                   SCOTTY:
                         Trace a call?

                                   EDWARD:
                         No, not a call, just the number.

                                   SCOTTY:
                         I can Google it.  Maybe run it by
                         the FBI database.

                                   EDWARD:
                         You can do that?

                                   SCOTTY:
                         Anyone can with the right tools.

                                   EDWARD:
                         Let me give you the number.

                                                                CUT TO:



               EXT. 

               The quad   Day

               SCOTTY is again in a corner, working on some calculations. 
               EDWARD is looking around the quad.  He notices that everyone
               in each group looks very similar.  There are jocks and
               preppies in a couple small groups, there are hippies,
               skaters, potheads, metal kids, white suburban gangstas,
               goths, punks, every group seems to have its own little circle
               somewhere on the quad.  Then he looks at SCOTTY, sitting
               alone, a pariah because of his intelligence.  He walks up to
               him.

                                   EDWARD:
                         So...what have you got?

                                   SCOTTY:
                         The number belongs to Megan
                         Turnstall.

                                   EDWARD:
                         Megan?  That cheerleader?

                                   SCOTTY:
                         How did you get her number?  That's
                         like her private line.  It's
                         unlisted.

                                   EDWARD:
                         How did you get her unlisted
                         number?

               Before he can answer, EDWARD is already headed to the
               jock/preppie group.  They stop laughing and chatting as they
               realize he's coming for them.

                                   EDWARD:
                         Megan, can I talk to you?

                                   MEGAN:
                         What makes you think you can talk
                         to me?

                                   EDWARD:
                         I don't know...the social Doppler
                         Effect?

               A large football player puts out an arm and begins to push
               EDWARD away.

                                   FOOTBALL PLAYER:
                         We don't want you coming around
                         here.

                                   EDWARD:
                         It's a free country.

                                   FOOTBALL PLAYER:
                         I don't like your stupid little
                         hoodie.  I don't like your faggy
                         little velcro sneakers.  And I
                         don't like your stupid face. 
                         You've got three seconds to get out
                         of here before I take it
                         personally.

               EDWARD finally turns to face him.

                                   EDWARD:
                         I'm sorry, I wasn't listening.

               The FOOTBALL PLAYER'S fist flies out and connects with
               EDWARD'S face.  From his POV, we fall sideways onto the
               ground.  There is distant LAUGHTER and HOOTING.

                                                                CUT TO:



               INT. 

               The nurse's office  Soon after

               EDWARD is laying on a cushioned table, nursing a bloody nose.

                                   NURSE:
                         I don't know what you were trying
                         to prove.  Everyone there said you
                         provoked him.

                                   EDWARD:
                         Yeah, because all of his friends
                         would never lie on his behalf,
                         would they?

                                   NURSE:
                         I-  Um-  Well...

                                   EDWARD:
                         It's okay.  I learned my lesson. 
                         Big fish eat the little one.

                                   NURSE:
                         It's a big school, Edward.  You can
                         find other friends.

                                   EDWARD:
                         Did you know Mr. Price's daughter?

               The NURSE becomes agitated, fidgeting.

                                   EDWARD:
                         Maybe who she was dating?  Who she
                         hung out with?

                                   NURSE:
                         I can't tell you that.

                                   EDWARD:
                         You can't or you won't?

                                   NURSE:
                         Let me get you another ice pack.

                                                                CUT TO:



               INT. 

               STOCKWELL'S office  Day

               EDWARD knocks on the door.  He has gauze shoved up one
               nostril.

                                   STOCKWELL:
                         What the hell happened to you?

                                   EDWARD:
                         I'm uh...I'm trying to help out.

                                   STOCKWELL:
                         Help out who?

                                   EDWARD:
                         I think I can find Alanna's killer.

                                   STOCKWELL:
                         Shut the door.

               EDWARD shuts the door.

                                   STOCKWELL:
                         Sit down.

               EDWARD sits down.  STOCKWELL takes out a bottle of whiskey. 
               He has a drink.

                                   STOCKWELL:
                         This ends right now, you hear me? 
                         You're not a qualified law
                         enforcement official.  I don't know
                         what you have planned but I won't
                         have you snooping around the tragic
                         death of Alanna Price.

                                   EDWARD:
                         And why is that?

                                   STOCKWELL:
                         I don't even have to give you a
                         reason.  I'm just warning you: I
                         hear one thing about you doing that
                         and you're out of this school. 
                         Okay?  That simple enough for you?

                                   EDWARD:
                         You can't just-

                                   STOCKWELL:
                         I can and I will.  You've committed
                         hundreds of infractions in the last
                         year, nobody would slap my hand.

                                   EDWARD:
                         My parents-

                                   STOCKWELL:
                         Would put you in the best military
                         school that money can buy.  So just
                         stop it.  This school has suffered
                         enough.

                                                                CUT TO:



               EXT. 

               The quad  Day

               EDWARD is explaining his plan to SCOTTY.

                                   SCOTTY:
                         I don't think that's going to work.

                                   EDWARD:
                         It has to.  Look.  Look around.

               EDWARD points out several police officers questioning
               students.

                                   EDWARD:
                         They're everywhere.  The trick is
                         to get them to come to us.

                                   SCOTTY:
                         But then your plan falls apart.

                                   EDWARD:
                         No.  No, see, I'm smarter than a
                         cop.  I can get information from
                         him while he thinks he's getting it
                         from me.

                                   SCOTTY:
                         How do you plan to do that?

                                   EDWARD:
                         By talking.  Leading questions. 
                         Ambiguous answers.  The more he
                         probes, I'll know where the
                         investigation is headed and for
                         what reasons.

                                   SCOTTY:
                         I think you're nuts.

                                   EDWARD:
                         Fine.  You don't even believe in
                         me.

                                   SCOTTY:
                         And how are you going to get him to
                         talk to you?

                                   EDWARD:
                         You're about to see.

               EDWARD stands and walks over to MEGAN.  A police officer is
               questioning her.  She has tears in her eyes.

                                   EDWARD:
                         Hey, Megan.  I won't be able to
                         make it to that Pirate Party you're
                         throwing next weekend.  But let me
                         know if there's a memorial kegger.

               MEGAN just stares at him.  EDWARD walks back towards SCOTTY,
               flashing the thumbs up as he approaches.

                                   SCOTTY:
                         What, you want to get socked in the
                         nose again?

                                   EDWARD:
                         That was a sucker punch.  If you
                         put me up against one of these guys
                         in a fair fight-

                                   SCOTTY:
                         They'd still cream you.

                                   EDWARD:
                         No, no.  It's a myth.  Just having
                         more physical strength doesn't mean
                         you can beat someone up.

                                   SCOTTY:
                         Oh, I forgot, you've secretly
                         become a ninja warrior after
                         school.

                                   EDWARD:
                         No, I'm just saying that most big
                         guys haven't been in many fights
                         because they're big.  You go to a
                         bar, the most dangerous guy there
                         is the smallest.  Because he's done
                         the most fighting.

               The police officer walks up.

                                   OFFICER:
                         Excuse me, can I ask you a few
                         questions?

               EDWARD picks up his bag and leans in close to SCOTTY'S ear.

                                   EDWARD:
                         X equals: Told ya so, smart guy.

               They walk away a few feet and the OFFICER begins his
               questioning.  He writes everything down in a little notebook
               as they talk.

                                   OFFICER:
                         What is your name?

                                   EDWARD:
                         Edward Albany.

                                   OFFICER:
                         Did you know Alanna Price?

                                   EDWARD:
                         We didn't run in the same crowd but
                         we bumped up against each other
                         from time to time.

                                   OFFICER:
                         Where were you two nights ago?

                                   EDWARD:
                         Two nights ago?  I would have to
                         say I was home studying.  I had a
                         civics test yesterday morning that
                         I was unable to complete for
                         reasons I won't go into.

                                   OFFICER:
                         Do you own any lumber?

                                   EDWARD:
                         Lumber?

                                   OFFICER:
                         Boards?

                                   EDWARD:
                         To hit someone with?

                                   OFFICER:
                         Yes, possibly.

                                   EDWARD:
                         I heard about it.

                                   OFFICER:
                         Heard about what?

                                   EDWARD:
                         Actually, I mean I was there.  I am
                         on the cross country track team and
                         I happened to be there when the
                         body was discovered.  I heard the
                         other officers mention there were
                         no footprints.  You're asking about
                         the lumber because you think
                         someone could drag a board behind
                         them and not leave footprints.

                                   OFFICER:
                         That's a very astute observation,
                         young man.

                                   EDWARD:
                             (suddenly nervous)
                         I didn't kill her.  I don't even
                         know how she died.

               The OFFICER'S radio begins blaring police babble.

                                   OFFICER:
                             (distracted)
                         She was beaten.  Nearly every bone
                         was broken.

                                   EDWARD:
                         Have you talked to her boyfriend?

                                   OFFICER:
                         Bart Steerson?

                                   EDWARD:
                         Yeah, him.

                                   OFFICER:
                         Of course we have.
                             (beat)
                         Listen, is there anything you can
                         tell us?

                                   EDWARD:
                         Vice principal Stockwell keeps a
                         bottle of whiskey in his desk.

               The OFFICER is not amused.

                                   EDWARD:
                         I wish I could be of more
                         assistance.  I think I'm shaken,
                         just like everyone else here.

                                   OFFICER:
                         What happened to your nose?

                                   EDWARD:
                         I was playing dodgeball with a
                         guy's fist.

                                   OFFICER:
                         Looks like you weren't very good at
                         it.

                                   EDWARD:
                         Athletics have never been my strong
                         suit.

                                   OFFICER:
                         What's your GPA?

                                   EDWARD:
                         I think that marker is gender
                         biased.

               The bell rings.

                                   EDWARD:
                         I have to go.

                                   OFFICER:
                         School is out, son.

                                   EDWARD:
                         That was the bell for the late bus. 
                         If I don't get on it now, I'll have
                         to walk home.

               The OFFICER nods and walks away.  EDWARD walks over to
               SCOTTY.

                                   SCOTTY:
                         Did it work?

                                   EDWARD:
                         Yeah, sort of.  Her boyfriend was
                         Bart Steerson.
                             (beat)
                         Could you...I don't know.  Could
                         you like hack into his computer?

                                   SCOTTY:
                         If I knew his IP address and he
                         doesn't have a firewall that's too
                         tough, but-

                                   EDWARD:
                         Okay, find that out.

                                   SCOTTY:
                         Wait.  I'm not getting involved in-

                                   EDWARD:
                         Maybe I should tell you about the
                         dream I had last night.

                                                                CUT TO:



               INT. 

               A glowing white room

               EDWARD sits in a lounge chair at a small table, a cup of
               coffee steaming before him.  He turns and looks to find the
               DALAI LAMA sitting across from him.

                                   EDWARD:
                         Wow, is it really you?

                                   DALAI LAMA:
                         Naturally.  But are you yourself?

                                   EDWARD:
                         What do you mean?

               He looks down and notices the DALAI LAMA is barefoot.

                                   DALAI LAMA:
                         The littlest birds sing the
                         prettiest songs.

                                   EDWARD:
                         How am I not myself?

                                   DALAI LAMA:
                         For a true path to spiritual
                         oneness with the world, you must
                         first become one with yourself. 
                         You have not been yourself.

               EDWARD notices a mirror with lights around it.  He stands and
               walks to it.  He looks in it and finds his usual self staring
               back.

                                   EDWARD:
                         I look the exact same.

                                   DALAI LAMA:
                         To me, all Caucasians look the
                         same.  But inside you, there is the
                         pebble that will cause the pearl. 
                         You must not let it be taken from
                         you.

                                   EDWARD:
                         What pebble?  What would be taken?

                                   DALAI LAMA:
                         To do a little wrong, to do a great
                         right.

                                   EDWARD:
                         Shakespeare.  Right?

               The DALAI LAMA laughs.

                                                              FADE OUT.

                                                               BACK TO:



               EXT. 

               The quad  Same time

                                   SCOTTY:
                         That's your dream?

                                   EDWARD:
                         Yeah, that's what happened.

                                   SCOTTY:
                         And what does it mean?

                                   EDWARD:
                         That I have to solve this murder.  
                         And that maybe Buddha is on my
                         side.
                             (beat)
                         Bart's the captain of the football
                         team, isn't he?

                                   SCOTTY:
                         If you believe what you read in the
                         school newsletter.

                                   EDWARD:
                         Pinko commie rag.

               EDWARD stands and begins to walk away.

                                   SCOTTY:
                         Where are you going?

                                   EDWARD:
                         To join the team.

                                                                CUT TO:



               INT. 

               The COACH'S office  Afternoon

               EDWARD sits passively in a chair across the desk from the
               COACH.  The COACH is a slightly portly but fairly athletic
               middle-aged man.  He appears to be going bald so he's shaved
               his head to hide it.

                                   COACH:
                         I can't see any spot on the team
                         for you.

                                   EDWARD:
                         I was worried you would think that. 
                         If you ask Coach Cooper, he'll tell
                         you I'm one of the fastest long
                         distance runners he's got.

                                   COACH:
                         What the hell does that mean?

                                   EDWARD:
                         It means I can sprint and do it the
                         whole game.

                                   COACH:
                         Christ, Albany.  A guy your size
                         would get creamed out there, even
                         if you were the kicker.  Most of
                         these guys have been lifting
                         weights for eight years now.

                                   EDWARD:
                         All the more incentive for me to
                         not get tackled.

               COACH is still unsure.

                                   EDWARD:
                         What about Title IX?

                                   COACH:
                         You're not a girl.

                                   EDWARD:
                         And if I was, I'd have a chance to
                         play?

                                   COACH:
                         You want to help the team, you can
                         be a manager.

                                   EDWARD:
                         I don't think I'm qualified for
                         that.

                                   COACH:
                         It's a glorified title for
                         towelboy.

                                   EDWARD:
                         Again, a bit out of my league.

                                   COACH:
                         I got nothing else for you.

                                   EDWARD:
                         How about I do it for a week?  Then
                         you give me a shot?  Just time me
                         on the 40 and see how I do.

                                   COACH:
                         You really love your school, huh?

                                   EDWARD:
                             (with a grin)
                         I love the football team.

                                                                CUT TO:



               INT. 

               The locker room  After practice

               The football team is changing clothes and showering off. 
               Most of them are half-dressed.  EDWARD is guiding his way
               through, handing out towels and picking up equipment.  He's
               making his way towards BART.

                                   EDWARD:
                         Fresh towel, Bart?

                                   BART:
                             (to the rest of the team)
                         We've got a little faggot in here
                         today.

                                   EDWARD:
                         I just offered a towel.  It's not
                         like I'm blowing you in front of
                         your pals.

                                   BART:
                             (reaches out and grabs him
                              by the shirt)
                         Hey.  You don't fuck around with
                         me.  Take your faggot shit
                         elsewhere.

                                   EDWARD:
                         Bart, aren't you also on the
                         wrestling team?

                                   BART:
                         That's right.  And that means I
                         could demolish you in two seconds.

                                   EDWARD:
                         I don't know...something strange
                         about muscular guys dressing up in
                         tights for a ticklefight in front
                         of an audience.

               BART throws a punch but EDWARD, anticipating it, easily
               ducks.  He slugs BART hard in the crotch and BART falls to
               his kness.  EDWARD then punches him hard in the solar plexus
               and BART can't breathe.

                                   EDWARD:
                             (helping him lay back on
                              the floor)
                         Easy.  Slow breaths.  Take it real
                         easy, it'll come back.

               The locker room is now completely silent.  None of BART'S
               friends come to his aid, they're all stunned by what's
               happened.

                                   EDWARD:
                         I need to know about Alanna Price.
                         You were seeing her, yes?

               BART is still wheezing.

                                   EDWARD:
                         Did you have a fight?  Did you see
                         her at all that night?

                                   BART:
                             (out of breath)
                         What are you, a fucking narc?

                                   EDWARD:
                         I'm trying to solve the murder.

                                   BART:
                         Why?

                                   EDWARD:
                         Because the Dalai Lama told me to.

               A hand reaches down and grabs EDWARD by the shoulder.  He
               turns and looks up just in time for a punch to hit him square
               in the face.

                                                              FADE OUT.



               INT. 

               The glowing white room  

               EDWARD lays on a bed with white sheets.  He is dressed in
               white clothing.  He stares up at a mobile of small paper
               airplanes spinning.  A hand reaches out from under the bed
               and grabs his ankle.  He jumps, startled.  ALANNA crawls out.

                                   EDWARD:
                         Alanna.

                                   ALANNA:
                         I followed the voice.  There was a
                         shape inside me and it had to be
                         let out.

                                   EDWARD:
                         You're dead.

               She lifts the sheet from underneath with her hands.

                                   ALANNA:
                         You are right here.
                             (She holds up one section
                              of the blanket)
                         And here is the school.
                             (Another section)
                         And here is the world.
                             (Another section)
                         And here's me.
                             (Very close to where he
                              is)

                                   EDWARD:
                         I don't understand.

                                   ALANNA:
                         See how close?

                                   EDWARD:
                         But you're dead.

                                   ALANNA:
                         We're all part of the same fabric.
                             (she produces a pack of
                              cards)
                         Pick a card, fuck face.

                                   EDWARD:
                         They're not tarot cards are they? 
                         Because I played poker with them
                         once.  I got a full house and my
                         aunt died.

                                   ALANNA:
                         This is important.  You need to
                         remember this.
                             (she leans in and whispers
                              into his ear)
                         You won't understand it right now. 
                         But it will make sense.

                                   EDWARD:
                         I couldn't hear you.

                                   ALANNA:
                         That's because I was talking
                         without words.  Just like I spell
                         my name.

                                   EDWARD:
                         So it's a code?

                                   ALANNA:
                         Do you believe you can travel
                         forward and backward in time?

                                   EDWARD:
                         No.

                                   ALANNA:
                         Do you believe that subatomic
                         particles exist on all levels at
                         once?

                                   EDWARD:
                         I don't understand.

                                   ALANNA:
                         You will.  You were chosen.

                                   EDWARD:
                         Chosen?  By who?

               She lifts the sheet again.

                                   ALANNA:
                         The fabric.  Follow Bart.

                                   EDWARD:
                         We're not on the best of terms.

                                   ALANNA:
                         I've got this stitching and it
                         itches.
                             (she pulls open her
                              nightgown a bit to show
                              him the stitches from her
                              autopsy)
                         Bart is next.  You've got to keep
                         an eye on him.

                                   EDWARD:
                         Why?

               She reaches out and grasps his head with each hand.  We are
               blasted with the sight of APRIL, blood gushing from her head. 
               EDWARD flinches out of her hands.

                                   EDWARD:
                         What the hell was that?!

                                   ALANNA:
                         You can save her.  But first you
                         have to kill me.

               She climbs back onto the floor and begins to crawl under the
               bed.

                                   ALANNA:
                         The drugs don't work.

               EDWARD springs up and looks under the bed.  It is bare.

                                                                CUT TO:



               INT. 

               EDWARD'S bathroom  Morning

               EDWARD is holding a bottle of pills.  He shakes two out and
               tosses them back.  But he freezes.  He leans over the sink
               and spits them out.

                                                                CUT TO:



               EXT. 

               The quad  Day

               EDWARD is pacing in front of SCOTTY.

                                   EDWARD:
                         No, you don't understand.  She was
                         real.  She's reaching out to me
                         from the other side.

                                   SCOTTY:
                         What did she say?

                                   EDWARD:
                         That I was chosen for this.

                                   SCOTTY:
                         What else?

                                   EDWARD:
                         That we're all part of the same
                         fabric and that I can travel
                         through time.

                                   SCOTTY:
                         You can?

                                   EDWARD:
                         Well that's what she implied.  She
                         said I have to kill her so that I
                         can save another girl.
                             (beat)
                         And she wanted me to pick a card.

                                   SCOTTY:
                             (suddenly very interested)
                         A card?

                                   EDWARD:
                         Yeah.

                                   SCOTTY:
                         What kind of card?

                                   EDWARD:
                         I don't know.  It would make sense
                         to be a playing card, but-

               SCOTTY has unfolded a piece of paper.  It is a computer
               printout of a baseball card. 
               It is the infamous 1989 Bill Ripken baseball card, in which
               the bottom of the bat he is holding sports "fuck face" in
               marker.

                                   EDWARD:
                         What the hell is this?

                                   SCOTTY:
                         It's a baseball card.  A rare and
                         valuable one.

                                   EDWARD:
                         Okay, so what does that have to do
                         with anything?

                                   SCOTTY:
                         I was able to hack into Bart's
                         computer and this was hosted in a
                         folder named Alanna.

                                   EDWARD:
                         That's odd.

                                   SCOTTY:
                         I did some checking.  The card was
                         reported stolen from a shop up in
                         New Castle two days before she
                         died.

                                   EDWARD:
                         What does that mean?

               SCOTTY is staring at the group of cheerleaders across the
               quad.

                                   EDWARD:
                         Scotty?  Scotty?  Stop staring at
                         the blonde without a bra.

                                   SCOTTY:
                         She's a blonde?

                                                                CUT TO:



               INT. 

               The school's pool   Day

               EDWARD is in his bathing suit, as are the rest of the gym
               class.  The pool is in a glass building connected to the
               school by a long hallway.  In the stands sits a man,
               DUKOWSKI, a rumpled looking fella with a mustache.  He has
               his tie loosened and is looking over the class as they enter. 
               The COACH walks up to him and discusses things for a minute. 
               DUKOWSKI points at EDWARD and the COACH nods.  He stands and
               walks out the tunnel as the class jumps into the pool,
               LAUGHING and SPLASHING each other.

                                                                CUT TO:



               INT. 

               The locker room   An hour later

               The class enters the room, covered in towels and shivering. 
               EDWARD finds his locker open.  He glances around and then
               looks inside to see if anything is missing.  At the bottom of
               the locker, under his clothes, EDWARD finds DUKOWSKI'S
               business card.  He studies it and then SHOUTING breaks out.

                                   BART:
                         You ready for round two, faggot?

               EDWARD turns to find BART, with two of his muscular friends,
               primed to jump him.

                                   EDWARD:
                         Bart.  Do we really have to go
                         through this again?

                                   BART:
                         That wasn't a fair fight.

                                   EDWARD:
                         But three on one is?

               BART rushes him and EDWARD flips the locker's door open to
               smash him in the face.  BART falls on his ass, stunned
               senseless.  EDWARD sticks his foot on BART'S chest and pins
               him to the floor.  He looks at BART'S friends.

                                   EDWARD:
                         You could probably take me if you
                         jump me together but with three on
                         one, there's no way anyone will
                         believe that I started it.  As I
                         see it, Bart is a dick and you're
                         his balls.  You're already unsure,
                         starting to recede back up into
                         your home.  Sometimes it's best to
                         let the dick have what's coming to
                         him.

               They are unsure but they also do not intervene.  BART
               recovers enough to spit out:

                                   BART:
                         Who are you calling a dick?

               EDWARD drops down on BART, his knees pinning his shoulders to
               the floor.  He punches him hard in the face.

                                   BART:
                         Guys, do something!

                                   EDWARD:
                         They've given up on you, Bart. 
                         You're a dick with no balls now.

               BART'S friends begin to back away and out of the locker room. 
               BART is calling after them to come back and help him.  EDWARD
               punches him again.  It knocks him out.  EDWARD goes though
               his pockets, retrieving a cell phone and a small vial of
               cocaine.  The rest of the gym class has just been staring
               throughout this.  BART'S head moves back and forth and then
               his eyes open.  EDWARD instantly socks him again, causing
               another blackout.

                                                                CUT TO:



               INT. 

               PRICE'S office  Day

               EDWARD stands in front of PRICE'S desk.  The cocaine vial
               sits between them.  They are staring at it.

                                   PRICE:
                         How do I know that's not yours?

                                   EDWARD:
                         Mr. Price, we've worked together
                         for four years now.  In official
                         and unofficial capacity.

                                   PRICE:
                         Bart Steerson is in the hospital.

                                   EDWARD:
                         He was going to jump me. It was
                         self defense.  And look what it
                         netted us.

               PRICE picks up the phone and dials an extension.

                                   EDWARD:
                         Who are you calling?

                                   PRICE:
                         I'm going to pretend you didn't
                         just give me this.  I'll turn it
                         over to the police and say we found
                         it in a hallway.  I don't want to
                         see you or Bart in jail.

                                   EDWARD:
                         He's not dating her anymore, Mr.
                         Price.  He's mixed up in some bad
                         shit.

                                   PRICE:
                         You're in the shit with him.  Now
                         get back to class.

               EDWARD begins to walk away.

                                   PRICE:
                         Edward.  If Bart misses the game
                         tonight because of you, you're
                         suspended.

                                   EDWARD:
                         What about if he just overdoses
                         during school?  You going to punish
                         yourself?

                                                                CUT TO:



               EXT. 

               The stadium  Night

               "Rock and Roll" by Gary Glitter blasts and is mingled with
               the rabid CHEERING of the school as the football game starts. 
               EDWARD is at a concession stand, leaning against the wall and
               checking out the crowd that walks around.  He notices
               DUKOWSKI further down the corridor and begins approaching
               him.  DUKOWSKI spots his approach and turns and begins to
               walk away quickly.  DUKOWSKI leads him into a deserted part
               of the stadium.  It is almost completely dark and all we hear
               are TWO PAIRS OF FOOTSTEPS.  DUKOWSKI'S steps stop.  EDWARD
               stops.  Another set of FOOTSTEPS start up behind EDWARD.  He
               turns and looks.  A dark figure is coming towards him. 
               EDWARD sees a retractable club suddenly expand from the
               figure's hand.  EDWARD begins running, his FOOTSTEPS POUNDING
               ON THE PAVEMENT.  The figure follows suit.  EDWARD navigates
               blindly through luck and the murky light that filters in.  He
               turns a corner and quickly tosses off his shoes.  The
               FOOTSTEPS behind him slow.  EDWARD, now barefoot, runs up the
               little alley he is in. 
               He comes to a door that is padlocked shut.  He realizes he is
               cornered in this alley.  The FOOTSTEPS begin to walk up the
               alley and EDWARD glances around.  The only thing to hide
               behind is a small cart meant to hold footballs.  He swings it
               away from the wall.  The FOOTSTEPS ACCELERATE.  The figure
               reaches the cart and rips it away to find nothing.  He looks
               around but it is too dark to see anything.  The figure
               overturns the cart and walks towards the door.  As he does
               so, EDWARD is silently sliding down the wall opposite him,
               easing past the figure.  He notices that the figure is
               wearing black boots with white crosses painted on the tip of
               each.  EDWARD makes it out of the alley and takes off running
               again.

                                                                CUT TO:



               EXT. 

               A suburban neighborhood  Night

               EDWARD has walked about two miles without shoes.  He goes to
               SCOTTY'S house.  SCOTTY'S mother, GLADYS, answers the door
               and lets him in.

                                   GLADYS:
                         Scotty's upstairs with his
                         girlfriend.

               EDWARD cocks an eyebrow.  SCOTTY bounds down the stairs. 
               GLADYS is already exiting.

                                   SCOTTY:
                         What are you doing here?

                                   EDWARD:
                         You have a girlfriend?

                                   SCOTTY:
                         No.  No.

                                   EDWARD:
                         Your mom just said-

                                   SCOTTY:
                         She doesn't know what she's talking
                         about.

               EDWARD pushes past him, headed for the stairs.

                                   SCOTTY:
                         No, don't go up there.  Hey, where
                         are your shoes?

                                   EDWARD:
                         I thought it would be fun to walk a
                         couple miles in my socks.  

               SCOTTY grabs him and restrains him.

                                   EDWARD:
                         What's the deal?

               A voice calls down from upstairs:

                                   DONNA:
                         Who is it, Scotty?

               She walks out to the railing overlooking the stairs.  DONNA
               is quite heavy, has bad acne, braces, bad haircut.

                                   SCOTTY:
                         I'll handle it, Donna.

                                   DONNA:
                         I want to meet your friend.

                                   SCOTTY:
                         Just wait up there for me.  I'll be
                         up soon.
                             (quietly to EDWARD)
                         Okay, so now you know.  Just get
                         out of here.

                                   EDWARD:
                         Well, I was hoping you have an
                         extra pair of sneakers.  It's a
                         long walk home.  What size do you
                         wear?

                                   SCOTTY:
                         10.

               EDWARD is looking at his feet.

                                   EDWARD:
                         Those aren't a 10.

                                   SCOTTY:
                         Five, okay?  I have surprisingly
                         small feet.  But the rest of me is
                         normal!
                             (beat)
                         Maybe my dad has some shoes you can
                         wear.

                                   EDWARD:
                         Really?  Your dad, the janitor? 
                         Wait a second, I thought you were
                         gay.  What is she-

                                   SCOTTY:
                         Just take the shoes and leave. 
                         Don't tell anybody about this.

                                   EDWARD:
                         That you're gay or that you're-

                                   SCOTTY:
                         Thanks for coming, Edward.  Good
                         luck getting home.

                                                                CUT TO:



               EXT. 

               Suburban neighborhood  Night

               We are focused on the ground.  A black dress shoe steps in
               front of us.  As EDWARD's foot picks up, the shoe almost
               comes off.  It is obviously four or five sizes too big for
               his feet.  EDWARD swears as one of the shoes comes off. He
               puts it back on and begins sliding his feet as though skiing. 
               As he makes his way home, BART'S cell phone begins to ring in
               his pocket.  He takes it out and looks at the number.  It is
               labeled as "APRIL".  EDWARD does not answer the call.  As
               soon as it is finished, he opens it and begins to look
               through the phone's address book, while he slides home in his
               over-sized shoes.  He notices an entry for "MEGAN".  He calls
               it.

                                   MEGAN:
                         Hey, baby.

                                   EDWARD:
                         Right back at ya.

                                   MEGAN:
                         Is this Bart?

                                   EDWARD:
                         Of course it is, honey.

                                   MEGAN:
                         You sound different.

                                   EDWARD:
                         Yeah, I stepped in dogshit and it's
                         fucked up my day.  Listen, when is
                         our anniversary?

                                   MEGAN:
                         Are we officially dating now?

                                   EDWARD:
                         Well, now that Alanna is gone...

                                   MEGAN:
                         Oh, baby, that makes me so happy. 
                         You know I hated hiding what we
                         have.

                                   EDWARD:
                         So it's been, what, two months?

                                   MEGAN:
                         I think three.  Are you okay?  You
                         really sound different.

                                   EDWARD:
                         I swallowed a fly.  I have to go.

                                   MEGAN:
                         Are you at the game?

                                   EDWARD:
                         No.

                                   MEGAN:
                         You're still coming to the party
                         though, right?

                                   EDWARD:
                         Yes.  And I want you to give me a
                         big kiss right in front of
                         everyone.

               EDWARD shuts the phone and continues sliding.

                                                              FADE OUT.
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