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DR. LESH
(smiles at this)
No, I suppose not. Well, I'm off. I'll take these back to the lab along with the tapes...
(disturbed)
...I'll have to display these, you know.

Steve enters the kitchen.

STEVE
Just please not on "Sixty Minutes."

DIANE
or... "That's Incredible?"

DR. LESH
I'm leaving Ryan with you. Tak won't be coming back you know?

STEVE
Yeah, he told me he wanted a day job.

DR. LESH
But he's promised not to talk about this for several weeks. After that we're all on our own.

The front doorbell RINGS.

STEVE
I'll get it.

98 INT. LIVING ROOM - DAY

ANGLE - FRONT DOOR

Steve opens it arid is immediately uncomfortable. An older MAN, with gray hair and a pleasant smile, is standing there, briefcase in hand.

MR. TEAGUE
Weíve missed you at the office, Steve. The fellows were worried so I took it upon myself to...
(closely scrutinizes Steveís appearance)
Jesus Steve, you look like shit. Aren't you feeling any better?

Steve just stands there like a schoolboy caught playing hooky.

STEVE
Still a little weak... this particular strain of flu is not easy to get rid of. The minute youíre back on your feet... it, uh... itís back with you.

99 INT. LIVING ROOM - DAY

TEAGUEíS POV

Teague can see past Steve and into the living room and staircase. Al I sorts of scient ific equipment is strung around. The big console TV is tuned to a static channel, so is the kitchen portable, also visible from Mr. Teague's vantage.

Teague looks over Steveís shoulder and Steve tries subtly to block his view.

TEAGUE
Looks like your cable is out there.

STEVE
Cable? Yes, the cable. Yes. Weíve had no TV for several days.

TEAGUE
Well, we should look into that. Is the entire block dark?

STEVE
Uh, no, no.. .just us. Just us.

Behind Steve the couch moves across the room gently bumping up against the baby grand piano which produces a musical vibration.

100 EXT. FRONT PORCH - DAY

Steve immediately steps outside with Mr. Teague and closes the door behind him. The porch light comes on and even in the bright daylight it glows to amazing intensity.

MR. TEAGUE
I see you have some electrical problems as well. Whatís screwed in there, a three hundred watt bulb? You afraid of prowlers or trying to attract every insect in Cuesta Verde?
(he laughs)

100-A

STEVE
My wifeís not feeling well either. She got a little of my bug.

MR. TEAGUE
Tell me something, are you happy here? I hope you donít resent my leaping out to ask these things. We wouldnít want to lose our best rep to either the flu or..other ďopportunitiesĒ All that software set up in your living room made me wonder whether you've got a little something going on the side.

STEVE
Just hobbles. Popular Mechanics.

MR. TEAGUE
Are you up to a little ride? I want to show you something.

101 INT. UPPER HALLWAY TO BEDROOMS - DAY

Diane hangs desperately onto any tangible reality. She moves carefully through the house, cleaning up. When she she passes Carol Anne and Robbieís room Diane hesitates. She listens through the door. She knocks softly and prays.

DIANE
(lightly)
Hello. Anyone home?
(she raps softly)
Carol Anne?

Diane slips her hand down to the doorknob. Knowing it is always locked she feels safe in trying it --- the knob turns in her hand. Tak never locked up after his episode. Diane GASPS and jumps back. As much as she wants to, Diane wonít go in. She backs into her own bedroom and shuts the door.

102 INT. MASTER BEDROOM - DAY

She turns and sees the bed is not made. Diane pulls off the covers and the sheets, making them ready for the washing machine. Dust rises off the bed and Diane SNEEZES. As she tilts her head hack for a second sneeze she freezes looking at the wall over her bed. The sneeze never materializes.

ANGLE - THE WALL

The STAIN HAS GROWN. It is three feet in diameter and shaped like a black rose. Little black, wiggly lines, like veins, scribble away from the black pistil in all directions. Diane flinches and steps away from it. She sees a picture on her other wall and determines to hang it over the stain.

103 EXT. THE TOP OF A HILL - DAY

STEVE AND TEAGUE

TEAGUE
Iím so very proud of this place.

Steve and Teague stand on a hill overlooking the entire Cuesta Verde Estates. Teagueís Bronco sits off to one side.

STEVE
Iíve been up here once or twice. Diane calls it Vanity Point.

TEAGUE
So whoís to say an artist shouldn't step back from his easel to admire the sum of his parts.

STEVE
(almost forgetting his ordeal for a few seconds of mental freedom)
When they bui1t our model home, there was nothing down there. Just freshly turned earth and a lotta wooden stakes and miles and miles of string.

TEAGUE
One of your children was born in your house.

STEVE
(not smiling now)
Carol Anne.

TEAGUE
I understand sheís missed a lot of school lately. Traskís daughterís in the same nursery class. She have the flu as well?

STEVE
Yeah, weíve all got the same thing.

TEAGUE
Iím sorry. I didnít see her.

STEVE
Oh, sheís around.

TEAGUE
Are you?

STEVE
(his mind in the valley, snaps out of it)
Am I what?

TEAGUE
Are you thinking of leaving Cuesta Verde?

STEVE
(dazed)
I canít believe how a day can be so beautiful. You wonder how anyone can have a problem in the the world on a day like this.

TEAGUE
(kicking up some sod with his heel)
Nice spot for a bay window, wouldnít you agree?

STEVE
If youíre living up here, great. Wouldnít be so terrific from the valley, looking up at a lotta houses cutting into these hills.

TEAGUE
You donít have to live in the valley any more.

STEVE
What are you getting at?

TEAGUE
Phase five is going up right where weíre standing. This could be your master bedroom suite. That could be your view. You interested?

STEVE
Mr. Teague, thatís a very generous offer but Iím not a developer.

TEAGUE
Youíre responsible for 42% of sales, almost half of what weíre looking at down there. Almost seventy million dollars of dwellings & property. Maybe a generation of security that no one can put a price tag on. We should have made you a full partner three years ago. .I donít want to lose you now.

Steve doesnít know what to think. So much is piling up so suddenly. Itís a golden opportunity that two weeks ago would have meant a Hawaiian vacation and days of happiness and celebration. Steve turns around to take in the View.

104 EXT. THE VIEW - DAY

CAMERA PANS AROUND 180 DEGREES

This whole conversation has taken place just inches outside a quiet little cemetery with white picket fences and both ancient and recent headstones.

Steve scratches and gestures to the three-acre memorial park.

STEVE
Not much room for a pool.

TEAGUE
We own the land. Weíve already made arrangements to relocate the cemetery.

STEVE
Can you do that? I mean, isnít it rather...I donít know. . sacrilegious?

TEAGUE
Donít worry about it. Itís not an ancient tribal buria1 ground. Itís Just...people. besides, weíve done it before.

STEVE
When?

TEAGUE
In Ď76. Right down there.

STEVE
(struck)
Cuesta Verde?

TEAGUE
All three hundred acres. It was quite a job, let me tell you.

STEVE
(to himself, his mind racing)
I never heard anything about it.

TEAGUE
Well, itís not something you go around advertising on billboards and the sides of buses.

Steve is speechless. He looks back and forth between the existing cemetary and Cuesta Verde Estates below.

What are you worried about? Relatives and friends can visit their loved ones at Broxton Memorial Park. Itís only five minutes further out for Christ sake.

STEVE
(quietly, to himself)
Five minutes. I guess thatís no great hardship. I suppose that would be okay.

TEAGUE
Okay with whom?

STEVE
Whomever might complain.

TEAGUE
Nobodyís complained up till now.

105 EXT. UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA AT IRVINE CAMPUS - ESTABLISHING - DAY

Students mill about between classes. Itís a beautiful day in Irvine.

106 INT. PSYCHIC RESEARCH CENTER - LECTURE HALL - DAY

DR. LESH AND A SENIOR ADVISOR, ANTHONY FARROW

They are sitting in an empty lecture hall. Monitors are everywhere. Several people are filing out. Lesh is exhausted. Apparently sheís been through quite an ordeal. Anthony Farrow is twenty years older than Dr. Lesh, which puts him into his early eighties.

He puts a comforting arm around her and sits on the desk, smiling like the wizened sage he is.

FARROW
In a word?

He hands her back her video tapes.

LESH
In a word.

FARROW
Too graphic!

LES
It was the episode as it occurred.

FARROW
Perhaps.

LESH
Oh, Tony...you too?

FARROW
I so wish to accept what I saw. Iím only steps away from the old wooden bridge myself. To believe that something exists on the other side would be like a warm light in the window.

LESH
Perhaps if tendrils of ectoplasm were all that showed up?

FARROW
Better.

LESH
A smoky shape lasting merely an instant.

FARROW
Even better.

LESH
Nothing on tape at all... only sounds, rappings, a sigh.

FARROW
Youíd still be answering questions. Theyíd all want to go back to the house tonight. You gave then too much, Martha. Too much too soon. Nothing was left to the imagination. This isnít a science yet. Itís still a sideshow and your troubadours were not in their make-up.

LESH
And these? What do you make of these?

She gestures to the dozens of jewelry pieces on the desk. Farrow picks up a beautiful brooch. He holds it up to the light.

FARROW
Itís the real McCoy, that's one thing for certain.

Farrow pins the brooch on Leshís sweater and takes an antique ring, placing it on her finger.

FARROW
Dear Martha. May we cross that bridge together someday? May all we believe be true. May we picnic in the clouds.

Lesh starts to laugh and punches Farrow on his leg.

LESH
You old con artist. If only you were fifty years younger.

FARROW
Let me give you some advice. Secret a few of those gems. Come out of this with something in your pocket. The National Enquirer pays more for inventing what we must bust our rumps investigating and for what?

LESH
Okay, pops! I'm making you the accessory in this crime.

She picks out a set of earrings and stuffs then into her change purse. Farrow laughs as Dr. Lesh starts to fold up the napkin containing the stones and jewelry. Suddenly Farrow stops her, reaching for something in the pile.

FARROW
This is interesting.

He picks up a thin, wiry clip that looks like it could he a dog muzzle for a miniature poodle.

FARROW
Did this teleport with everything else?

LESH
Yes, I picked it up myself. Why?

He turns it over in his hand.

FARROW
Itís a staple, a clamp for the jaw.

LESH
Not something you'd wear to the masquerade ball.

FARROW
No, but you would wear it to your own funeral. Itís a mortician's trick. It prevents the mouth from suddenly dropping open when the body is in repose. It discourages a great deal of embarrassment and...fainting.

LESH
(with a shiver she looks at her watch)
Oh darn, 1 promised Iíd be back before dark.

FARROW
Martha, my dear. Why donít you let Tangina have a go?

LESH
(sourly)
I was afraid youíd suggest that Tangina Ďs so...melodramatic.

FARROW
Yes. But sheĎs a house-cleaner and right now with what you tell me about that little girl, I think itís high time you brought out your big guns.

107 EXT. CUESTA VERDE ESTATES - PHASE ONE - NIGHT

This time we are framing the first row of headstones, PUSHING PAST them to the warm suburban glow that reaches for miles into the hills, joined by a sprinkling of stars on this moonlit night.

108 INT. LIVING ROOM - NIGHT

MOVING SHOT

We are following Steve and Diane. They seem to be gazing down as they walk through their horne. CAMERA WIDENS to reveal Ryan and Lesh ahead of the Freelings. They appear to be following something, also Iooking down at their feet. CAMERA PANS DOWN, expecting to find E. Buzz at the head of this train. Instead...

We meet TANGINA BARRONS, astrologist, clairvoyant, midget.

She is dressed in a California Hawaiian print dress, wears her hair in a beehive, dons aviator sunglasses and casually sips coffee from a mug as she explores the Freeling home.

Tangina stops and looks at her followers. She speaks with a very polite Southern accent.

TANGINA
Would you all mind hangin' back. Youíre jamming my frequencies.

They oblige and Tangina waddles her way down the hail and up the stairs unaccompanied.

DR. LESH
I know what youíre thinking. Youíll have to take my word on this. Sheís cleaned many houses. Her gifts are well documented at the parapsychology laboratory at Duke University, University of Virginia, the...

Diane is becoming more and more distraught over something.

DIANE
We havenít heard a word from Carol Anne since last night.

TANGINA (O.C.)
Why is this door locked, Mr. Freeling?

Steve looks up the stairs, heís about to answer but instead decides to concentrate. A pause.

DIANE
Answer her.

STEVE
(softly)
I am.

ANGLE - TANGINA

Tangian no appears at the upper rail and looks down between the banister posts.

TANGINA
I am addressing the 1iving?

STEVE
(giving up)
Iím sorry. Thatís the room my son and daughter occupy.

LESH
We believe itís the heart of the house.

TANGINA
This house has many hearts.

Tangina turns away and continues her search.

ANGLE - LIVING ROOM

Steve turns to Diane and Lesh and Ryan, pulling them into a circle of whispers.

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