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Writer(s) : M. Night Shyamalan

Genres : Drama, Horror, Sci-Fi, Thriller

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                             SIGNS

                              by

                      M. Night Shyamalan


































FADE IN:

INT.  WINDOW - MORNING

We are looking out a second story window of a house.  The
backyard is large and green with a wooden jungle gym, worn
from use.  A single tree throws shade onto a barbecue and a
picnic table.

The backyard is lined by crops.  Corn.  Golden and brown. 
Six feet high.

Everything is perfect.  Like a postcard.  And then we HEAR A
CHILD SCREAM.  IT'S FAR AWAY.  WE DON'T KNOW WHERE IT'S
COMING FROM.

                                                  CUT TO:

INT.  BEDROOM - MORNING

GRAHAM HESS wakes up from his sleep.  He thought he heard
something.  He listens.  HE HEARS THE HEATER.  THE
REFRIGERATOR DOWNSTAIRS HUMMING.  THE OCCASIONAL BIRDS
OUTSIDE CHIRPING.

Graham climbs out of bed.  He moves in his pajama pants and
white Barron's minor league baseball T-shirt towards the
bedroom door.

                                                  CUT TO:

INT.  HALL LANDING - MORNING

Graham stands in the hall landing where three bedroom doors
meet.  He moves to the door that has children's drawings
taped to it.  He puts his ear close.  Listens.  Beat.

He relaxes.  Graham leans down and picks up two balled up
sweat socks and a child's sweater from the hallway floor.  He
puts it in the hallway hamper before heading back into his
bedroom.

                                                  CUT TO:

INT.  BATHROOM - MORNING

A bathroom door is open.  WE HEAR THE SINK RUNNING.  WE HEAR
THE SOUNDS OF TEETH BEING BRUSHED.

Outside the bathroom on the bedroom wall is the sun faded
outline of where a large CATHOLIC CROSS used to hang.  It's
ghostly stained forever on the blank wall.

A CHILD SCREAMS FROM FAR AWAY.

The water from the sink stops.  Graham steps into the
doorway.  Toothbrush and foam in his mouth.  He becomes very
still.

                                                  CUT TO:

INT.  CHILDREN'S BEDROOM - MORNING

The bedroom door bursts open.  Graham steps into his
children's room.  There are children's books everywhere. 
Overflowing off shelves.  Piled in corners.

Graham's eyes move to the small messy beds.  They're both
empty.

                                                  CUT TO:

INT.  GARAGE BEDROOM - MORNING

WE HEAR THE VOICES OF TWO CHILDREN NOW.  THEIR SCREAMS FLOAT
INTO A DARKENED BEDROOM OVER THE GARAGE.

MERRILL HESS throws the bed sheets off himself as he swings
onto his feet in one quick motion.  He is hyper-awake. 
Merrill is in his late twenties.  He is well build.  His
muscles are tense as he stands in his red bikini briefs and
looks around bewildered.

                                                  CUT TO:

EXT.  BACKYARD - MORNING

Graham bangs open the back screen door and runs into the
backyard.  He spins as he looks around.

Merrill, now with a T-shirt and jeans, rumbles down the side
stairs adjacent to the garage building.

Merrill and Graham make eye contact as they approach each
other across the yard.

                    MERRILL
          Where are they?

Graham looks around -- panic growing in his eyes.

                    CHILDREN
              (yelling in the distance)
          Daaaad!

Graham and Merrill in unison turn in the direction of the
YELLING.  They look away from the house, across the yard and
into THE THICK WALL OF CROPS.

                                                  CUT TO:

EXT.  CROPS - MORNING

The tall stalks of corn smack Graham and Merrill's faces as
they run through the crops.

A LITTLE GIRL appears in the crops thirty feet ahead of them
like an apparition.  She is in her nightgown.  She is four.

They reach her fast.  She stands unaware of them in a daze. 
Her hair is messed from sleep.

                    GRAHAM
          Bo where's Morgan?

BO stands peacefully lost in her thoughts.  Beat.

                    GRAHAM
          Bo?

Bo finally looks at her father.  Beat.  She smiles softly.

                    BO
          Are you in my dreams too?

Beat.

                    GRAHAM
          This isn't a --

                    BOY (O.S.)
          Dad!

Graham looks in the direction of THE BOY'S VOICE.  He's
close.  Graham picks up Bo and rushes through the crops.

He finds MORGAN standing with his hands in the pockets of his
pajama bottoms.  DOGS ARE BARKING NEARBY.

                    GRAHAM
          Morgan what's happening?

Graham puts Bo on the ground and moves right in front of
Morgan.  The ten-year old boy looks deep in thought.

Graham takes hold of Morgan's chin and turns his face so he's
looking straight at him.

                    GRAHAM
          Are... you... hurt?

Beat.  Morgan's eyes reveal he's come to some answer.

                    MORGAN
          I think God did it.

Beat.  THE DOGS KEEP BARKING.

                    GRAHAM
          Did what Morgan?

Morgan takes hold of his father's unshaven chin and turns his
face.  Graham is forced to look to his right.  Beat.  Graham
sees something.

Graham Hess slowly rises to his feet.  He starts moving
forward towards something.

He walks through a thin layer of crops and emerges in a
clearing.  Two German Shepherds are running back and forth. 
They are clearly agitated.

Graham looks around at the THOUSANDS OF CORN STALKS LYING
FLAT ON THE GROUND.  THEY LAY IN A GIGANTIC CIRCLE, A HUNDRED
FEET WIDE.

Graham Hess looks around in a daze as he walks out into the
center.  Merrill, Bo and Morgan follow him.

The dogs keep running and barking as WE PULL BACK AND REVEAL
THE FOUR MEMBERS OF THE HESS FAMILY STANDING IN THE MIDDLE OF
THIS PERFECT, GIGANTIC CIRCLE.

WE KEEP PULLING BACK TO EXPOSE THIS EERIE DESIGN -- FIVE
HUNDRED FEET WIDE -- SITTING IN THE MIDDLE OF AN ENDLESS,
UNTOUCHED CORN FIELD.

LEGEND:

               "BUCKS COUNTY PENNSYLVANIA...
             THIRTY MILES OUTSIDE PHILADELPHIA"

                                                  CUT TO:

EXT.  BACKYARD - LUNCHTIME

Graham holds his hand over the barbecue to see if it's at the
right temperature.  The other hand holds a cordless phone to
his ear.

                    GRAHAM
              (into phone)
          ... Lee actually the reason I'm
          calling is about Lionel.

Graham stokes the coals with a LONG BARBECUE FORK.

                    GRAHAM
              (into phone)
          Was he at home last night with you
          or was he out and about with the
          Wolfington brothers?

Graham moves around from behind the barbecue and heads
towards the house.

                    GRAHAM
              (into phone)
          Well, there was a little mischief
          done to our crops last night.

Beat.

                    GRAHAM
              (into phone)
          I know he's a fine boy... No one's
          saying otherwise.

Graham steps through the back screen door into his

KITCHEN.

Graham holds the phone a little closer and talks in a HUSHED
VOICE.

                    GRAHAM
              (into phone)
          Listen Lee, I don't even mind if it
          was him.  You could just talk to
          him and that would be enough for
          me... See it was kind of strange
          finding the crops like that.  The
          kids were... confused by it.  It
          would take the strangeness away if
          we knew it was Lionel and the
          Wolfington brothers just messing
          around...
              (beat, listens)
          The movies...
              (beat)
          Are you sure?
              (beat)
          Okay, then... Thank you for your
          patience Lee.

Graham turns off the phone.  He turns to put it on the
counter and realizes his children are seated on the kitchen
floor with one of their two German Shepherds.  There is a
LARGE PUDDLE on the kitchen tiles.

                    MORGAN
          Houdini peed.  I think he's sick.

Graham looks at the majestic dog.  It's shivering.

                    GRAHAM
          Take him outside.  I'll call Dr.
          Reynolds.

Morgan and Bo lead their dog out with worried expressions on
their faces.

Graham grabs a handful of paper towels and places it on the
puddle of urine.  The DOORBELL rings with Graham still on his
knees on the kitchen floor.  He leans back so he can see down
the hall.

A balding police officer stands on the other side of the
screen door.

                    GRAHAM
          That was quick Edgar.  I only
          called you boys about two hours
          ago.

OFFICER EDGAR PASKI nods that he knows.

                    OFFICER PASKI
          Mrs. Kindleman twisted her ankle as
          she put it, "diving for her life"
          when a bunch of school kids rode
          down the sidewalk on skateboards. 
          She went down to Thorton's store
          this morning and started spitting
          on the new skateboards.  Spitting! 
          By the time I got there, Mrs.
          Kindleman had sprayed the whole
          damn place... She must have had a
          cold or something.  It was enough
          to turn a grown man's stomach.

Beat.  Graham stares at Officer Paski.

                    OFFICER PASKI
          So what happened to your crops?

                                                  CUT TO:

EXT.  BACKYARD JUNGLE GYM - LUNCHTIME

Bo walks from the house with a large glass of water.  She
moves to Houdini, who sits in the shade by the picnic table.

Morgan pokes the barbecue fork into two meat patties on the
grill.  He places two pieces of cheese on the hamburgers,
before walking over to Houdini.

The two children sit down in the grass with the dog.

Bo is about to pour the glass of water into the dog bowl. 
She stops.  Takes a tiny sip of the water first.

She holds the glass out to Morgan.

                    BO
          I think it's contaminated.

                    MORGAN
          You don't even know what that word
          means.

He drinks.

                    MORGAN
          It's not contaminated.  It's just
          tap water.  Pour it in his bowl.

                    BO
          It tastes funny.

                    MORGAN
          He licks his butt everyday.  He's
          not going to mind.

Bo shrugs and pours it into the bowl.  Beat.

Houdini just sits staring at them.  He is not shivering.  He
doesn't drink.  He is unnaturally still.

Bo pushes the bowl closer.

HOUDINI MOVES...

BO'S HAND PULLS BACK...

HOUDINI'S JAWS SNAP SHUT IN THE AIR WHERE HER HAND USED TO
BE.  HE WAS JUST A FRACTION OF A SECOND LATER...

BEAT.  The children turn white.

                    MORGAN
          Houdini?

HOUDINI BEGINS TO GROWL.  Bo stands up.

                    MORGAN
          Bo don't run.

Houdini crouches down.

                    MORGAN
          What's wrong boy?

THE DOG'S GROWL BECOMES DEEP, MENACING.

                    MORGAN
          Stop it Houdini!

The German Shepherd trembles.  His body tightens.  He's about
to leap.  Beat.

                    MORGAN
              (soft)
          Bo, run.

                                                  CUT TO:

EXT.  CROPS - LUNCHTIME

Officer Edgar Paski stands facing Graham fifty feet away. 
They are on opposite ends of the crop circle.  Beat.

The crops all around them sway as the wind blows.  Beat. 
Officer Paski yells over the wind.

                    OFFICER PASKI
              (yelling)
          It's the strangest thing Father.

                    GRAHAM
              (yelling)
          Don't call me Father.

                    OFFICER PASKI
              (yelling)
          What's that?

                    GRAHAM
              (yelling)
          Don't call me Father.  It's just
          Graham now.

                    OFFICER PASKI
              (yelling)
          Sorry.

They stands in awkward silence fifty feet away from each
other.  Beat.

                    GRAHAM
              (yelling)
          You said something was strange. 
          What's strange?

                    OFFICER PASKI
              (yelling)
          The footprints.

                    GRAHAM
              (yelling)
          What about them?

                    OFFICER PASKI
              (yelling)
          There are none.

                                                  CUT TO:

EXT.  CORN CROPS - LUNCHTIME

Officer Paski's knee touches the ground.  He points to a
single stalk of corn laying flat on it's side.

                    OFFICER PASKI
              (soft)
          Look at where it's bent over.

Graham stands next to him and leans in.  The joint where the
stalk bends from the ground is a perfect "L".

                    GRAHAM
          It's not broken.

                    OFFICER PASKI
          What kind of machine can bend a
          stalk of corn over without cracking
          it?

Graham looks around at the hundreds of thousands of corn
stalks bent over each other in a perfect wave.

                    GRAHAM
              (softy)
          Can't be by hand... It's too
          perfect.

Beat.

                    OFFICER PASKI
          Doesn't sound much like Lionel
          Prichard and the Wolfington
          brothers.  They can't take a piss
          without wetting the front of their
          pants.

Graham, nods in agreement.  Officer Paski stands up.

                    OFFICER PASKI
          Second thing this week I can't
          explain.

                    GRAHAM
          What was the first thing?

                    OFFICER PASKI
          Some animals around the county
          exhibiting uncharacteristic
          behavior.  Sometimes violent
          behavior.  Theo Henry had two of
          his fingers bit off by his cow.

                    GRAHAM
          Sounds like a virus.

                    OFFICER PASKI
          No Father, they're edgy.  On alert. 
          Like they act when they smell a
          predator around... Peeing on
          themselves and everything.

We see a thought catch in Graham's eyes.  He turns back and
stares in the direction of the house.  You can barely see the
roof over the crops.  Beat.

                    GRAHAM
              (preoccupied)
          Edgar, please don't call me Father.

The two men stand as the wind blows lightly around them. 
Officer Paski notices the still expression on Graham's face.

                    OFFICER PASKI
          What's wrong?

Beat.

                    GRAHAM
          I don't hear my children.

                                                  CUT TO:

EXT.  BACKYARD - LUNCHTIME

Morgan watches the thin line of smoke rising from the charred
patties on the grill next to the overturned picnic table.

Morgan's attention moves as the crops part and his father and
Officer Paski enter the backyard.  They stop cold when they
look in his direction.  They begin a slow walk towards him.

Morgan Hess is seated under the jungle gym with Houdini on
his lap.  Morgan is petting Houdini's fur gently.  Bo is on
top of the jungle gym curled up in a ball.

As Graham and Officer Paski get closer, they see Morgan is
crying.

Then they see the dog is laying on it side and has a BARBECUE
FORK DEEP IN ITS NECK.

Beat.

They stare at Morgan as he slowly pulls an inhaler from his
pocket and brings it to his mouth.  He inhales the asthma
spray.  Beat.  He lowers the inhaler so he can speak.

                    MORGAN
              (soft)
          He wanted to kill Bo.

Beat.  Graham stares at his ten-year old son.

                    GRAHAM
          Did he hurt you?

Beat.  Morgan nods, "No."  His tough exterior breaks as his
face starts to tremble.  He starts crying.  Graham picks him
up in his arms.

                    GRAHAM
              (whispers in his ear)
          I'm so sorry Morgan.

Graham reaches up for Bo.  She has dirt and tears on her
face.  Beat.  She slowly climbs down.  Graham carries both
his children as they cry in his arms.

He starts towards the house.  Merrill walks out from the back
holding a bowl of food.

                    MERRILL
          I used a little Tabasco in the
          potato salad.

Merrill sees Houdini lying under the jungle gym.

                    BO
          Houdini's sick.

                    GRAHAM
          Please tie up Isabelle to the back
          of the shed.  Make sure the knot's
          tight.

Merrill stands still with potato salad in his hands.  He
nods.

The children watch over their father's shoulder as Merrill
runs to their other German Shepherd sitting quietly near the
house and leads her by her collar across the yard to the
shed.

Graham reaches the porch of his house and opens the screen
door.

The last thing the children see as they enter the house, is
the image of Officer Paski pulling the barbecue fork out of
their dead dog's neck.

                                                  CUT TO:

INT.  BEDROOM - LATE EVENING

Graham lies in bed.  He rests his cheek against the pillow as
he lies by himself.

                    GRAHAM
          They're tough cookies, those two. 
          They think Houdini's playing with
          you up there.
              (beat)
          At least it got them to sleep.

Graham stares off.  Beat.  He smiles a little.

                    GRAHAM
          Okay Miss Puzzle Master.  I got one
          for you... What can make geometric
          shapes the size of a football
          field... and what would scare every
          animal in this county?
              (beat)
          Have you figured it out yet?
              (smiles)
          You probably have...
              (beat)
          Give me a hint Colleen... Is it
          bigger than a bread box?

                                             DISSOLVE TO:

EXT.  HOUSE - NIGHT

The large Hess farm house sits in the moonlight.

A MILLION CRICKETS AND BUGS FILL THE NIGHT AIR WITH SOUND.

THEY SUDDENLY STOP.

AN UNNATURAL SILENCE FILLS THE YARD.

                                                  CUT TO:

INT.  BEDROOM - NIGHT

Graham opens his eyes slowly as he stirs from his sleep.  His
daughter Bo stares at him from the edge of the bed.  She is
five inches away from his face.

Graham gets startled.

                    GRAHAM
          What's the matter?

                    BO
          I saw a monster.  Can I have a
          glass of water?

Beat.

                    GRAHAM
          What's wrong with the water next to
          your bed?

                    BO
          It tastes old.

Graham slowly gets up from the bed.  He takes his daughter's
hand and starts out of the room.

                    GRAHAM
          What's the rule about getting up in
          the middle of the night?

                    BO
          Only for pee or poop.

                    GRAHAM
          Right.

Graham leads his four-year old daughter down the darkened
hall.

                                                  CUT TO:

INT.  CHILDREN'S BEDROOM - NIGHT

Morgan's body is half off his bed.  Graham gently lifts him
back onto the pillow and covers him up.

There are two glasses of water on Bo's bedside table.  Graham
moves to Bo's bed.  He sits on the edge of it.  She stares
back at him as she holds her panda.

                    GRAHAM
              (soft)
          What are you thinking about?

                    BO
              (soft)
          Why do you talk to mom when you're
          by yourself?

Beat.

                    GRAHAM
              (soft)
          It makes me feel better.

                    BO
              (soft)
          Does she ever answer back?

                    GRAHAM
              (soft)
          No.

                    BO
              (soft)
          She doesn't answer me either.

Beat.  They both sit quietly for a moment.

Graham's eyes drift to the bedroom window.  A LARGE
SILHOUETTED FIGURE STANDS ON THE ROOF IN THE DARKNESS AND
STARES AT HIM.

THE FIGURE MOVES.  HIS SHADOW PASSES OVER THE CHILDREN'S
BEDROOM AS HE JUMPS FROM THE ROOF.

Graham stands.  He looks to his daughter with startled eyes.

                    BO
              (soft)
          Get under a blanket.  They can't
          get you under the blankets.

                                                  CUT TO:

INT.  FAMILY ROOM - NIGHT

GREY SNOW FILLS THE SCREEN.  Merrill sleeps in front of the
family room television.

A hand gently shakes him.  Merrill wakes and looks up at his
brother zipping up his overcoat.

                                                  CUT TO:

EXT.  FRONT DOOR - NIGHT

Merrill quickly puts on his boots at the front door.

                    MERRILL
          Okay, this guy is trying to scare
          us.  He's messed with our property,
          he's coming around the house.  It's
          time for an ass whoopin'!

                    GRAHAM
          This is not an intelligent way to
          approach this.

Merrill opens the front door.  It's pitch black outside. 
Merrill turn to Graham and gestures with his fingers.

                    MERRILL
              (whispering)
          We both go outside and move around
          the house in opposite directions. 
          We act crazy, insane with anger. 
          Make him crap in his pants and
          force him around till we meet up on
          the other side.

Merrill brings his fingers together at the end of a circle.

                    GRAHAM
              (whispering)
          Explain, act crazy?

                    MERRILL
              (whispering)
          Curse and stuff.

                    GRAHAM
              (whispering)
          I'm not going to curse.

                    MERRILL
              (whispering)
          You don't mean it.  It's just for
          show.

                    GRAHAM
              (whispering)
          It doesn't sound natural when I
          curse.

                    MERRILL
              (whispering)
          Just make noises then.

                    GRAHAM
              (whispering)
          Explain noises.

                    MERRILL
              (whispering)
          Are you going to do this or what?

                    GRAHAM
              (whispering)
          No I'm not.

                    MERRILL
              (whispering)
          You want him coming in the house
          next time?

Beat.

They HEAR MOVEMENT OUTSIDE.  Merrill and Graham look out into
the darkness.

                    MERRILL
              (hushed tone)
          On the count of three.
              (beat)
          One... two... three.

Merrill and Graham go out the front door in opposite
directions.

                                                  CUT TO:

EXT.  MERRILL'S SIDE OF HOUSE - NIGHT

Merrill is in a full sprint.  He hugs the side of the
building as he runs.

                    MERRILL
          We're gonna beat your ass bitch!

                                                  CUT TO:

EXT.  GRAHAM'S SIDE OF HOUSE - NIGHT

Graham runs through the darkness around the first corner of
the house.  He waves his arms.

                    GRAHAM
          Ahhhh... I'm insane with anger.

Graham spots a LARGE FIGURE darting around the corner ahead
of him.

                    GRAHAM
          I've lost my mind!  It's time for
          an ass whoopin'!

                                                  CUT TO:

EXT.  MERRILL'S SIDE OF HOUSE - NIGHT

Merrill turns a corner full speed.  THE LARGE FIGURE HAS COME
TO A STOP IN THE SHADOWS AHEAD OF HIM.  HE SEEMS TO BLEND
INTO THE DARKNESS WHEN HE'S STILL.

                    MERRILL
          I'm gonna tear your head off!

Merrill charges.  WE JUST MAKE OUT MOVEMENT IN THE DARKNESS
AS THE FIGURE DISAPPEARS AROUND THE CORNER.

                                                  CUT TO:

EXT.  SIDE OF HOUSE - NIGHT

Graham and Merrill come screaming around two corners and come
to a stop facing each other.  Beat.

They look around, panting heavily.

                    GRAHAM
          I cursed.

                    MERRILL
          I heard.

Graham's eyes drift above them.

                    GRAHAM
          He's on the roof.

They follow the roof around the corner.  They find themselves
in the backyard.

Their eyes catch movement away from the house.  They just
catch A GLIMPSE OF THE LARGE FIGURE as he disappears into the
crops.  The swing on the swing set is still moving from being
hit.

They stare across the yard silently.  ALL WE HEAR IS THEIR
HEAVY BREATHING.

                    MERRILL (V.O.)
          It was very dark.

                    GRAHAM (V.O.)
          Yes it was.

                                                  CUT TO:

EXT.  PORCH - DAY

Officer Edgar Paski stands on the porch with his note pad
open.  He faces Graham and Merrill.

                    OFFICER PASKI
          You can't describe him at all? 
          Don't you think that's find of odd?

                    GRAHAM
          It does seem kind of odd doesn't
          it?

                    OFFICER PASKI
          I don't know whether to look for a
          midget or a --

                    GRAHAM
          He definitely wasn't a midget.

                    OFFICER PASKI
          Okay.
              (beat)
          So he was tall?

                    GRAHAM
              (to Merrill)
          I would say so.

                    MERRILL
          Probably.

                    OFFICER PASKI
          Over six feet?

Beat.

                    MERRILL
          It was very dark.

                    GRAHAM
          Yes, it was.

                    OFFICER PASKI
          We've established that.
              (beat)
          Just tell me about his clothing
          then.

Graham and Merrill stare at Edgar Paski.

                    OFFICER PASKI
          Was he wearing a Scottish kilt or
          jeans?

They keep staring.  Edgar closes his pad.

                    OFFICER PASKI
          Let me ask you two something. 
          Don't be embarrassed by the answer. 
          It is possible... Just possible
          now, you might have been chasing
          each other around?  You said you
          went in opposite directions.

                    GRAHAM
          Edgar, it sounds as strange to me
          saying it, as it is to you hearing
          it.  But we couldn't see him.  He
          stayed mostly in the shadows.  All
          we could make out was movement.
              (beat)
          But I'll tell you something with
          absolute certainty.  There was
          someone watching our house last
          night.  He was looking in my
          children's windows and I want you
          to find him Edgar.
              (beat)
          I need you to take this seriously,
          just incase, it is something
          serious.

The three men stand in the doorway.  Edgar opens his pad.

                    OFFICER PASKI
          I apologize.

Morgan walks up to the front door.  He holds up a baby
monitor.

                    MORGAN
          Can I use Bo's old baby monitor as
          a walkie-talkie?

                    GRAHAM
          Yes.

                    MORGAN
          It needs batteries.

                    GRAHAM
          Edgar, come inside.

The three men follow Morgan into the house.  They pass
through the family room where Bo stands at the television.

She is staring at the screen.  ON THE SCREEN IS AERIAL
FOOTAGE FROM A HELICOPTER.  THE FOOTAGE IS OF A LARGE FIELD
WITH ENORMOUS CIRCLES AND DIAMONDS CARVED INTO ITS CROPS.

Bo changes the channel.  She finds a cartoon.  She sits down
on the sofa.

Morgan and the men, can't see the screen, and move into the

KITCHEN.

                    OFFICER PASKI
          How certain are you, that this was
          a male?

                    MERRILL
          I don't know any girls can run like
          that.

Graham opens one of the cabinets and pulls down some
batteries.  He hands them to Morgan.

                    MORGAN
          These are D's; I need double A's.

                    GRAHAM
          I have some upstairs.

Graham starts out of the kitchen.

                    OFFICER PASKI
          I don't know Merrill.  I've seen
          some of those women on the
          Olympics.  They could out run me
          easy.

They all move into the

FAMILY ROOM.

Bo watches cartoons.  THE CARTOON MUSIC AND CARTOON PRAT
FALLS FILLS THE ROOM.

                    MERRILL
          This guy got on the roof in like a
          second.

                    GRAHAM
          Bo, can you turn down the volume
          until Officer Paski leaves?

Bo nods and moves to the television.  The pack of men follow
Graham up the

STAIRS.

                    MERRILL
          That roof is over ten feet high.

                    GRAHAM
          He's telling you the truth, Edgar. 
          Whoever it was, is very strong and
          can jump pretty high.

They arrive on the landing and follow Graham into his
bedroom.  He moves into his

BATHROOM.

They all move in with him.

                    OFFICER PASKI
          They got women's high jumping in
          the Olympics.  They got these
          Scandinavian women who could jump
          clean over me.

Graham takes the clock radio from the sink.  Tries to open
the back.

                    GRAHAM
          Shoot, it needs a screw driver.  I
          have double A's in here.

Graham waves the radio.  The men and Morgan move out of the
bathroom.

                    GRAHAM
          I know you're making a point Edgar. 
          I just don't know what it is.

They moves down the STAIRS.

                    OFFICER PASKI
          Yesterday afternoon, an out of town
          woman stopped by the diner and
          started yelling and cussing cause
          they didn't have her favorite
          cigarettes at the vending machine. 
          Scared a couple of customers.  No
          one's seen her since... My point
          is, we don't know anything about
          the person you saw.  We should just
          keep all possibilities available.

They move through the FAMILY ROOM.

Bo's cartoon is replaced by a special report news icon.

                    BO
          Dad, where's the remote?

Bo starts looking around the couch.

Graham stops before entering the kitchen.  The group stops
with him.  He looks at Bo searching the couch.  He walks over
to the television.

There are three glasses of water on the TV set.  He stands
next to the set.  Doesn't see what's on the screen.

                    GRAHAM
          Bo, you're too old to still be
          doing this.  The rule is, you take
          a glass of water, you finish it.
              (beat)
          Now what's wrong with this one?

Bo stops looking through the sofa cushions and looks to her
father.  Looks at the glass.

                    BO
          There's dust in it.

                    GRAHAM
          This one?

                    BO
          A hair.

                    GRAHAM
          This one?

                    BO
          Morgan took a sip.  It has his
          amoebas in it.

Beat.  Bo turns back to her search.  Graham tucks the clock
radio under his arm and collects the three glasses.  He heads
towards the kitchen.

                    MERRILL
          Excluding the possibility that a
          female Scandinavian Olympian was
          running around outside our house
          last night, what else is a
          possibility?

                    OFFICER PASKI
          I'm not done asking questions and I
          don't appreciate the sarcasm.

They follow Graham and Morgan through the swinging door into
the KITCHEN.

Graham puts the glasses in the sink with a group of other
half-filled water glasses and opens the drawer to pull out a
screwdriver.  He starts opening the clock radio.

                    OFFICER PASKI
          Do you have anyone who might have a
          grudge or something against you? 
          Maybe a church member, who might
          not have liked the fact, that you
          left the church?

Graham looks at Edgar.

                    GRAHAM
          I don't think so.

                    OFFICER PASKI
          Do you owe anybody money?  You can
          tell me off the record if you need
          too.

                    GRAHAM
          No.

                    MERRILL
          No.

Morgan hands Graham the baby monitor and Graham starts
replacing the batteries.

                    OFFICER PASKI
          Is anything missing?

                    GRAHAM
          No.

Graham hands Morgan the monitor.  He turns it ON.  THERE IS A
STATIC CRACKLE WITH SPIKES OF SOUND.

                    MORGAN
          It's still making the noises.  It's
          broken.

                    GRAHAM
          It's old Morgan.

Morgan heads out of the kitchen.

                    MERRILL
          Listen, I was out of line with that
          whole female Scandinavian Olympian
          thing.

Edgar nods.

                    MERRILL
          It's just that, I'm pretty strong
          and pretty fast.  And I was running
          as fast as I could.  And this
          guy...
              (embarrassed smile)
          He was just toying with us.

Beat.  Merrill walks out of the kitchen.  Graham watches
Edgar think it over.

                                                  CUT TO:

INT.  FAMILY ROOM - DAY

Graham moves to a windowsill where more glasses of water sit. 
He picks them up.  Sees two more on the coffee table.  He
gives up and puts the two glasses back on the windowsill.

                    OFFICER PASKI
          Could everyone just take a seat on
          the couch.  I have some preliminary
          thoughts.

Morgan sits with his monitor next to Bo, who quietly watches
the TV.  Merrill and Graham squeeze in next to Morgan.

                    OFFICER PASKI
          There are three possibilities here. 
          We'll call them one, two and three. 
          The level one scenario is that
          there is a sane individual, who for
          real reasons wants to do you harm. 
          I really don't believe that's what
          we're looking at here.  In my
          opinion, whoever this is, they
          don't want to do harm to you all. 
          That's kind of clear.
              (beat)
          The level two scenario is, this is
          a mentally unstable person who's
          fixated on you and your family. 
          This is a possibility, but a very
          slim one.
              (beat)
          I assure you I will treat all three
          possibilities carefully, but in all
          likely hood we are looking at what
          we'll call a level three scenario. 
          He's a watcher.  Someone who this
          is a game for.  He's laying low. 
          Doesn't want to be seen.  But he
          wants to watch you.  Study you
          folks.

Officer Paski walks towards the windows.  Graham, Merrill and
Morgan follow him with their eyes.  Officer Paski walks next
to the television.

ON THE SCREEN WITH THE SOUND ALMOST MUTED, IS AN AERIAL SHOT
FROM A HELICOPTER.  A DIFFERENT ONE THAN BEFORE.  THE FOOTAGE
IS OF A VAST FIELD OF CROPS.  THERE ARE TWO DIAMONDS FLANKING
TWO SIDE OF A TRIANGLE IN THE CENTER OF THE FIELD.

Officer Paski turns to them.

Graham, Merrill and Morgan stare at the screen.

                    OFFICER PASKI
          Now I don't want you all to worry
          about this no more.  You're making
          more of this than it is.
              (beat)
          You guys have had a tough couple of
          days with the vandalism to the
          crops and the death of your
          shepherd.
              (beat)
          Maybe you guys should do something
          fun?  Let me worry about this
          person.  Let me find out who it is
          and then -- What the hell are you
          people looking at?

Edgar comes around to see the screen.

WE ARE ON A TV SCREEN.  THE CROPS SWAY IN THE BREEZE.

A HANDFUL OF PEOPLE ARE WAVING FROM THE DIAMONDS ON THE
FIELD.

                    OFFICER PASKI
          I'll be damned.

                    GRAHAM
          Turn up the volume Bo.

Bo gets up.

                    BO
          I can't find the remote.

She presses the up arrows on the TV controls.

                    TV ANCHOR
          -- images were shot yesterday
          afternoon by a thirty-four year old
          local camera man in Kerala, a
          southern city of India.  It is the
          eighteenth reported crop circle
          found in that country in the last
          seventy-two hours.

The television report cuts to Columbia University PROFESSOR.

                    PROFESSOR (TV)
          Crop circles first emerged in the
          late seventies with the renewed
          interest in extraterrestrial life. 
          They died out by the early
          eighties; dismissed as hoaxes. 
          This new resurgence is wholly
          different.  Elements of it are
          unexplainable.  The speed and the
          quantity in which it has appeared
          implies the coordination of
          hundreds of individuals over many
          countries...
              (beat)
          There is only a limited amount of
          explanations.  Either this is one
          of the most elaborate hoaxes ever
          created, or basically...
              (beat)
          It's for real.

Morgan takes the asthma inhaler from his pocket and breathes
in deeply.

                    MORGAN
              (wonder)
          Extraterrestrials.

                    OFFICER PASKI
          What in God's name is going on?

Beat.

THE ROOM GOES SILENT as everyone watches the images on the
television screen.

                                                  CUT TO:

EXT.  HESS DRIVEWAY - DAY

The two men walk down the driveway to Edgar's patrol car.

                    OFFICER PASKI
          Don't ask me what I think.  Cause I
          can't think straight right now. 
          I'm going back to the station. 
          Have a cup of Marcia's coffee and
          try to think clear.  After that I
          might make some calls.
              (beat)
          Hoaxes... People got way too much
          time on their hands.

Edgar turns back to Graham.

                    OFFICER PASKI
          But I'll tell you something, what I
          said in their, still goes.  You and
          your family have been through a lot
          in the last two days... Not to
          mention what happened to you all
          seven months ago.

                    GRAHAM
          Six months.

Edgar stares at Graham.

                    GRAHAM
          And three weeks.

                    OFFICER PASKI
          It's left its mark still.  The last
          thing these children need to do, is
          worry about some crazy things
          happening in the world.  Take them
          into town.  Get their minds -- your
          mind, on everyday things.  It's
          good medicine.

                    GRAHAM
          It's good advice...
              (beat)
          Say hi to Marcia for me.

                    OFFICER PASKI
          You take care of yourself...
              (beat)
          Graham.

                                                  CUT TO:

EXT.  STATION WAGON - AFTERNOON

WE MOVE THROUGH BACK ROADS OF BUCKS COUNTY.  RURAL
PENNSYLVANIA IN ITS MOST BEAUTIFUL.  TREE LINED STREETS. 
WHITE PICKET FENCES.  APPLE ORCHARDS.

The Hess family rides in their station wagon.  Graham drives. 
Merrill is shotgun.  The children are in the back.

Morgan leans forward and TURNS ON THE RADIO.

                    RADIO VOICE
          ... signs intended to be seen from
          the sky --

CLICK.  Graham TURNS IT OFF.

                    GRAHAM
          No radio either... Just for a
          while.

Morgan nods and then plops back into the backseat.

                                                  CUT TO:

EXT.  MAIN STREET - AFTERNOON

Downtown Bucks County.  A group of small stores along a quiet
street.

The Hess station wagon pulls in front of a free parking
meter.

Graham steps out the driver's side and looks around.  Merrill
puts change in the meter.

Morgan walks up to Graham with Bo.

                    MORGAN
          Book money.

Morgan holds out his hand.  Graham gives his son a look as he
reaches into his back pocket.

                    GRAHAM
          Only one.

Morgan takes the money Graham gives him, then takes Bo's hand
and walks down the sidewalk.

Graham watches them turn into a store.

Merrill steps onto the sidewalk.  Hands in his pockets as he
walks away.

Graham turns and calls after him.

                    GRAHAM
              (calls out)
          Meet back in fifteen minutes.

Merrill waves over his shoulder.  He keeps walking.

Graham starts across the street to the pharmacy.

                                                  CUT TO:

INT.  NATHAN'S BOOKSTORE - AFTERNOON

A mom and pop bookstore.  Three isles wide.  MR. AND MRS.
NATHAN, a couple in their early seventies, sit behind their
counter and watch a black and white TV.  The PICTURE ON THE
TELEVISION IS OF A WHEAT FIELD.  THREE ENORMOUS TRIANGLES
SURROUND A CIRCLE.

Morgan steps up to the counter.

                    MORGAN
          Extraterrestrials?

                    MR. NATHAN
          That's what they keep alluding to. 
          It's just a bunch of crock. 
          They're trying to sell sodas, plain
          and simple.  I've been watching
          these reports since morning.  I've
          seen twelve soda commercials so
          far.  Twelve!

                    MORGAN
          Do you have book on
          extraterrestrials?

                    MR. NATHAN
          Don't tell me you believe this
          horse manure?

Morgan shrugs.  Mrs. Nathan pushes her husband aside.

                    MRS. NATHAN
          As a matter of fact, I think we
          have one.  Came by mistake in a
          shipment.  Decided to keep it for
          city people.

Mrs. Nathan points over to the far corner.

                    MRS. NATHAN
          Last row.  Third book from the left
          honey.

                                                  CUT TO:

INT.  PHARMACY - AFTERNOON

Graham waits at a white counter.  A gum chewing PHARMACIST in
her early twenties, who looks like she's in her teens,
glances through back shelves of medicines as she listens to
the radio.

                    RADIO HOST (V.O.)
          Why is no one saying the obvious? 
          This is just a rash case of
          copycats.  Someone, somewhere, does
          the first one.  It's on TV, it's on
          the internet.  In less than an hour
          a couple hundred people get the
          same brilliant idea and here we
          are... on the verge of mass
          hysteria.

                    PHARMACIST
          It was asthma medicine right
          Father?

                    GRAHAM
          For Morgan Hess.  And it's not
          Father anymore.

The Pharmacist looks back at Graham and then reaches up and
TURNS OFF THE RADIO.  She quietly finds the prescription on
the shelf and moves to the counter across from Graham.

She doesn't ring it up.  She just stands there fiddling with
the bag holding Morgan's medicine.  Beat.

                    PHARMACIST
          Can I ask you a favor Father?

Graham stares at the girl.  Beat.  He nods "yes."

                    PHARMACIST
          Can I take confession with you?

Beat.  Graham leans forward on the counter and takes the
girl's hands in his.  He talks very slowly.

                    GRAHAM
          Tracey, I -- am -- not -- a --
          reverend -- anymore.  I haven't
          been for six months.  You know
          this.

Beat.  When Tracey speaks her VOICE IS A BIT SHAKY.

                    TRACEY
          All this stuff on TV...
              (beat)
          Joe Gills was in here talking about
          the end of the world... I'm just a
          little scared.
              (beat)
          Please.  I need to take confession
          with you.

Graham looks at the young girl's teary eyes.  He exhales
slowly.

                                                  CUT TO:

INT.  ARMY RECRUITING OFFICE - AFTERNOON

Merrill stares up at a poster with a muscular guy in an Army
uniform standing at attention on a beach.

We are in a narrow ARMY RECRUITING CENTER.  Inside the small
storefront space is a desk.  A gentleman sporting a CREWCUT
sits behind it.

A young man, Merrill's age, sits at a side card table filling
out some forms.

                    CREWCUT GUY
          I got it figured.

Merrill realizes the crewcut guy is talking to him.

                    MERRILL
          You do?

                    CREWCUT GUY
          I've had two separate folks tell me
          they think there are strangers
          around these parts the last couple
          of nights.  Can't tell what they
          look like, cause they're staying in
          the shadows -- covert like.  No
          one's got hurt mind you... And
          that's the give away.

                    MERRILL
              (doesn't see)
          I see.

                    CREWCUT GUY
          It's called probing.  It's a
          military procedure.  You send a
          reconnaissance group, very small,
          to check out things.  Not to
          engage, but to evaluate the
          situation.  Evaluate the level of
          danger.  Make sure things are all
          clear...

                    MERRILL
          Clear for what?

The crewcut guy savors the beat of silence.

                    CREWCUT GUY
          ... For the rest of them.

It takes a second, but Merrill smiles.  The crewcut guy
smiles back.  Merrill points at a poster.

                    MERRILL
          You have a pamphlet or something I
          can read?

The crewcut guy reaches to a stack of brochures.  Picks the
top brochure and hands it to Merrill.

The crewcut guy begins to stare at Merrill closely.

                    CREWCUT GUY
          Hey you didn't used to play
          baseball did you?

Merrill looks up from the brochure.  Beat.

                    CREWCUT GUY
          Shit.  I know you.  You're Merrill
          Hess.  I was there that day you hit
          that five hundred and eighty seven
          footer over the left field wall and
          set the record.  That thing had a
          motor on it... It's still the
          record right?

Merrill not, "yes."

                    MERRILL
              (soft)
          I got the bat at home... On the
          wall.

                    CREWCUT GUY
          You got two minor league home run
          records don't you?

Beat.

                    MERRILL
          Five.  The five longest.

                    CREWCUT GUY
          Boy, why aren't you in the pros
          making stacks of cash and getting
          handfuls of T and A?

                    YOUNG MAN (O.S.)
          Cause he also has the minor league
          strike out record.

Merrill turns to the young man, about his age, who sits at
the folding table.

                    MERRILL
          Hello Lionel.

LIONEL smirks.

                    LIONEL
          He'd just swing as hard as he could
          every time.  It didn't matter what
          the coach said, didn't matter who
          was on base, he'd whip that bat
          through the air as hard as he
          could... Looked like a lumber jack
          chopping down a tree.
              (beat)
          Merrill here, struck out more times
          than any two players.

Beat.

                    CREWCUT GUY
          You really hold the strike out
          record?

Beat.  Merrill tucks the pamphlet in his jacket.  Looks like
he's not going to say anything.  When he does, the words are
soft and worn; they've been said a hundred times.

                    MERRILL
          Felt wrong not to swing.

Beat.  The crewcut guy shakes his head.  Merrill turns and
starts walking.

As he passes Lionel, Merrill makes a small, quick move in
Lionel's direction, like he might hit him.  Lionel flinches
and covers his face.

Merrill walks out the door of the army recruiting office.

                                                  CUT TO:

INT.  PHARMACY - AFTERNOON

                    PHARMACIST
          I cursed thirty-seven times last
          week... I said the f-word a couple
          times, but mostly "shits" and
          "bastards."
              (beat)
          Is "Douche bag" a curse?

Graham glances at the girl as she sits sideways to him at the
counter.

                    GRAHAM
          I suppose it's in its usage.

                    PHARMACIST
          How about "John you're a douche bag
          for kissing Barbara?"

                    GRAHAM
          That's a curse.

                    PHARMACIST
          Then it's not thirty-seven.  It's
          seventy-one.

Graham's eyes widen.

                    PHARMACIST
          I stole a bottle of Ruby red lip
          stick from K-mart... I punched my
          brother in the back three times...

Graham looks around the empty store for help.

                                                  CUT TO:

INT.  NATHAN'S BOOKSTORE - AFTERNOON

Bo sits at a tiny reading table and drinks a glass of water. 
There is another glass, half-full, on her table.  Mrs. Nathan
watches as the little girl takes careful sips.

Beat.  Bo looks up with a grimace.

                    BO
          It's contaminated.

MRS. NATHAN YELLS TO MR. NATHAN AT THE FRONT OF THE STORE.

                    MRS. NATHAN
          Carl, there's something wrong with
          our water!

Morgan doesn't look up from the extraterrestrial book.

                    MORGAN
          Your water is fine.  Bo has a thing
          about her drinking water.  She's
          had it her whole life.  Like a tick
          people have.  Except it's not a
          tick.

                    MRS. NATHAN
              (fascinated)
          Is that right?

Bo shrugs.  She places the glass she sipped on the table with
the other glass.

Mrs. Nathan stares at the four-year old.

                    MR. NATHAN (O.S.)
          Thirteen!

Everyone turns to the front of the store where Mr. Nathan
points to the TV screen.  A Coke Cola commercial is on.

Beat.  Mrs. Nathan turns back to find Morgan holding out the
extraterrestrial book to her.

                    MORGAN
          I'll take it.

                                                  CUT TO:

EXT.  STATION WAGON - AFTERNOON

Merrill, Morgan and Bo are waiting in the parked car.  Beat.

The driver's side opens and Graham sits in.

                    MERRILL
          Pharmacy crowded?

                    GRAHAM
          I don't want any one of you
          spending time with Tracey Abernathy
          alone.  Is that understood?

Beat.  Everyone nods, "yes."

Graham puts the key in the ignition and turns the car on. 
Merrill watches as Graham's hand goes to put the car in
reverse -- and then stops.

Graham is staring out the windshield.  Merrill follows his
stare to a thin, thirty-year old man in a LEATHER JACKET
coming out of a store.  Merrill's face changes expression
too.  They both stare as the man passes in front of the car.

                    MORGAN
              (soft)
          Is that him?

                    MERRILL
              (soft)
          Yeah.

Everyone in the car watches the man in the leather jacket as
he steps off the sidewalk towards the truck.  It's here that
he notices the stares.  He glances up to see the faces
watching him from the station wagon.

The leather jacketed man keeps moving to his truck.  He gets
in, turns it on, and without looking over to the station
wagon, backs out of the parking lot.

Beat.  The Hess family sits quietly.

                    BO
          Who is he?

Nobody says anything for the longest time.

                    MORGAN
          He's the man who killed mom.

Graham puts the station wagon in reverse and backs out into
the street.

                                                  CUT TO:

EXT.  HESS HOME - AFTERNOON

THE SKY IS GOLDEN RED.  The crops sway hypnotically in a
gentle breeze.

The Hess station wagon pulls into their driveway.  It comes
to a stop in front of the house.  The engine goes off.  No
one gets out.

                                                  CUT TO:

INT.  STATION WAGON - AFTERNOON

All four sit quietly not getting out.

A MUFFLED SPIKE OF NOISE IS HEARD FROM THE BACK SEAT.

Graham and Merrill turn and see Morgan pull the baby monitor
out of his jacket.  He holds it in his lap.

Beat.

                    MORGAN
          What if Bo's baby monitor is
          picking up signals from the
          extraterrestrials?

Beat.

                    MERRILL
          All this crop stuff.  They did it
          twenty-five years ago.  It was a
          joke.

THE MONITOR SPIKES WITH A SUDDEN CRACKLE.  MORGAN PULLS IT
AWAY FROM HIS EAR.

                    GRAHAM
          It's just static Morgan.  Turn it
          up and see.

Morgan turns a knob on the side.

THE VOLUME SUDDENLY JUMPS UP ON THE MONITOR.  WE HEAR BEEPS
IN THE STATIC.  THE RED LIGHTS ON THE FRONT OF THE BABY
MONITOR LIGHT UP WITH EACH BEEP.

                    MORGAN
          It's a code.

                    GRAHAM
          Let me see that please.

Morgan hands Graham the monitor in the front seat.  THE BEEPS
COME AND GO AS THEY GET COVERED BY THE STATIC.

                    MERRILL
          It's noise.

                    GRAHAM
          It's broken Morgan.  It'll just
          keep doing this.
              (beat)
          Let's get out of the car okay?

                    MORGAN
          We might lose the signal.

                    GRAHAM
          We can't just sit in the car in our
          own driveway like this.

                    MERRILL
          We'll look like mental patients.

Beat.  Nobody gets out of the station wagon.

                    GRAHAM
          I'm getting out now.

                    MORGAN
          Don't do it.

Graham pulls the handle.  His door opens.  He waits before
getting out.  The other three station wagon doors open right
after.

OUTSIDE CAR

Graham stands and closes his driver side door.

THE MONITOR CHANGES SOUNDS.  THE BEEPING DISAPPEARS.  THE
STATIC BECOMES LOUDER, BECOMING A MOVING, SWIRLING SOUND
TEXTURE.

                    MORGAN
          Nobody move!

Everyone becomes frozen, standing next to the station wagon. 
Three of the doors are open.

IN THE TEXTURE OF SOUND, JUST FOR A MOMENT, WE HEAR SOMETHING
THAT SOUNDS LIKE...

                    MORGAN
          Voices.  Did you hear that?

Everyone stares at the baby monitor in Graham's hand.

                    MORGAN
          Not English though.  You heard the
          voices right Uncle Merrill?

                    BO
          I heard them Morgan.

Graham doesn't move his arm.  He keeps it out in the air
where he had it as he closed his door.  Graham looks to
Merrill over the roof of the station wagon.

                    GRAHAM
          It's probably picking up another
          baby monitor.

                    MERRILL
          That's right.

THE SWIRLING TEXTURE SOUND FLOATS THROUGH THE AIR ABOVE THE
STATION WAGON.

                    MERRILL
          Let me see it.

Beat.  Graham moves.  He hands the monitor over the hood. 
Merrill reaches for it.

THE SWIRLING, MOVING TEXTURE BECOMES LOUD AND FILLED WITH
UNINTELLIGIBLE NOISES.

                    MORGAN
          Stop!

Graham and Merrill freeze -- both touching the monitor over
the roof of the station wagon.

WE HEAR SOMETHING THAT SOUNDS LIKE A VOICE EMERGE AND THEN
QUICKLY FADE AWAY.

                    MORGAN
          It doesn't sound like words.

Merrill concentrates on THE SWIRLING MOVING TEXTURE COMING
FROM THE BABY MONITOR.

Graham looks around at his rapt family.

                    GRAHAM
          See this is why we're not watching
          those news reports.  People get
          obsessed.
              (beat)
          I'm letting go now.

                    BO
          No dad!

                    MORGAN
          Don't do it!

                    MERRILL
          You'll lose the signal!

Graham looks at Merrill, who's now one of them.  Beat.

Morgan is the first one to move.

                    MORGAN
          Don't let go.

He moves from the back passenger door to the back bumper
where he begins to climb onto the station wagon.

                    GRAHAM
          Morgan?

                    MORGAN
          It gets clearer, the higher you
          hold it.

Morgan crawls on the roof and takes the monitor ever-so
gently out of Graham and Merrill's outstretched hands.

                    GRAHAM
          Morgan, be careful.

                    MERRILL
          I got him.

Merrill climbs up over the side and joins Morgan on the roof. 
Merrill keeps a hand on his nephew.  Morgan raises the
monitor above his head.

THE RED LIGHTS ON THE BABY MONITOR ALL TURN ON.

THE SWIRLING TEXTURE COMING FROM THE MONITOR BECOMES
SOMETHING MORE MECHANICAL, LIKE THE HUM OF LARGE EQUIPMENT IN
THE DISTANCE.

THE VOICE LIKE SOUNDS ARE UNDER A CRACKLE BUT ARE CLEARER AND
LOUDER.

Bo runs to the front bumper and climbs onto the hood.

                    GRAHAM
          Hold on.

Graham cuts her off by taking a seat on the hood.  He takes
hold of Bo.  All four are on the car now.

Morgan stands up on the roof of the station wagon.  Merrill
holds him by the waist.

Bo tries to get up onto the roof by climbing over Graham and
the windshield.  Graham boosts her up over his head with both
hands.

                    GRAHAM
          Merrill you got her.

Merrill reaches out his free hand.  Bo reaches out to him. 
THE SOUND FROM THE MONITOR SUDDENLY CHANGES.

                    MORGAN
          Stop!

Everyone STOPS exactly where they are.  Graham holds Bo over
his head.  Bo reaches out to Merrill.  Merrill sits on the
roof with one arm out.  Morgan stands with the baby monitor
raised high in the air.  The Hess family remains very still
on the hood of their station wagon as they listen.

THE CRACKLING IS GONE.  THE VOICE-LIKE SOUNDS ARE CLEAR AND
UPFRONT.  THERE ARE TWO DISTINCT TONES IN THE MIX.

                    MORGAN
              (soft)
          There's two of them talking.

THE VOICE-LIKE SOUNDS ARE NOT WORDS BUT MORE LIKE GRUNTS AND
GURGLING LIKE SOMEONE DROWNING.  THE SOUNDS ARE BEING CREATED
BY INHALES, NOT EXHALES.  A SEQUENCE OF THESE SOUNDS IN ONE
TONE IS FOLLOWED BY SILENCE AND THEN THE SECOND TONE BEGINS
ANOTHER SEQUENCE LIKE A CONVERSATION.

Graham struggles to hold Bo up.  Bo struggles to keep her
arms out.  Merrill struggles not to turn his face to the
incredible SOUNDS ABOVE HIS HEAD.

THE TONES ESCALATE IN VOLUME.

Morgan's eyes widen as THE SEQUENCE OF SOUNDS BECOMES SHORTER
AND FASTER.  THE TONES BECOME HARDER, ANGRIER.  THE SILENCES
ALMOST GONE.

THE VOICE-LIKE TONES REACH A LOUD FEVERISH PACE, ALMOST
VIOLENT AND THEN WE HEAR A CLICK AND THEY'RE GONE.

Beat.  Everyone looks up at the baby monitor.  The red lights
are off.  ONLY THE BLAND HUM OF NORMAL STATIC COMES FROM IT'S
SPEAKER.

Beat.

                    MORGAN
              (soft)
          They hung up.

Graham brings Bo down into his lap.  Morgan takes a seat next
to Merrill on the roof.  The Hess family sits like mental
patients on the top of their station wagon.

                                                  CUT TO:

EXT.  BACKYARD - EVENING

WE ARE AT THE EDGE OF THE CROPS LOOKING BACK AT THE HOUSE. 
The LIGHTS are on in the kitchen.  We see Graham, Merrill and
the children doing dishes after dinner.

The DOG IS BARKING FURIOUSLY.

OUR VIEW TURNS TO LOOK AT THE BARN THROUGH THE CROPS. 
Isabelle, the remaining German Shepherd is tied to a post
outside the barn.  The dog whips back and forth frantically. 
She keeps looking in our direction.

WE HEAR A SCREEN DOOR OPEN.  WE TURN TO LOOK BACK AT THE
HOUSE.  Graham steps out the back screen door with a bowl of
dog food and a bowl of water.

We watch him as he walks towards the frantic dog.  When he
gets close, Graham slows.  He approaches the dog carefully. 
He places the two bowls close but not too close.  The dog has
no interest in them.  She keeps barking and glaring in our
direction.

Graham watches her for a few moments, and THEN TURNS AND
LOOKS DIRECTLY AT US FROM ACROSS THE YARD.

WE PULL BACK INTO THE DARKNESS OF THE CROPS.

                                                  CUT TO:

EXT.  BARN - EVENING

Graham stands frozen looking across his yard.  Isabelle, the
dog turns in desperate circles behind him.  Graham's eyes
stay focused on the same point in the darkness.  He talks to
no one.

                    GRAHAM
          You know something?  Even
          entertaining the possibility of
          this for a minute has been
          exciting.

Beat.  Graham starts to move.

                    GRAHAM
          I can see how people can get
          carried away with this type of
          thing.

Graham reaches the barbecue area.  There's a flashlight on
the picnic table.  Graham TURNS THE FLASHLIGHT ON.  A NARROW
BEAM FALLS ON THE GRASS FIVE FEET AHEAD OF HIM.

Graham starts toward the crops.

                    GRAHAM
          It's a kind of faith.  It's an
          intoxicating thing to believe in
          something you can't see.

THE BEAM OF LIGHT FALLS ON THE WALL OF CORN CROPS LINING THE
BACKYARD.  Graham steps right up to them.  He hesitates and
then steps into the field of

CORN CROPS.

We can't see two feet in any direction.  Six foot stalks of
corn line Graham on all sides.  THE FLASHLIGHT THROWS A
WAVERING BEAM ON THE CROPS AHEAD OF HIM.

                    GRAHAM
          You were always good at that...

THE BEAM OF HIS FLASHLIGHT FINDS A NARROW PATH.  Graham
starts following it.  His shoulders brush crops on either
side.

                    GRAHAM
          Believing in things you couldn't
          see.
              (beat)
          You would have been the first
          person on that station wagon
          wouldn't you?  You and Morgan would
          have been wrestling for that baby
          monitor.

SOMETHING MOVES UP AHEAD.

Graham stops.  HE SHINES HIS LIGHT DOWN THE PATH.  Nothing
but crops disappearing into darkness.

                    GRAHAM
          It'll be secretly kind of sad for
          everybody, when this turns out to
          be -- all just make believe.

THERE'S MOVEMENT RIGHT NEXT TO HIM.  Graham spins and aims
the FLASHLIGHT AT THE CROPS TO HIS RIGHT.  THE LIGHT ONLY
PENETRATES A FEW FEET INTO THE CROPS.

                    GRAHAM
              (yelling)
          You're wasting your time here!  I'm
          not going to report this or
          anything you do to me crops, to the
          news or TV or anybody!  You're not
          going to get famous!

Beat.  There is no response.  GRAHAM CAN HEAR HIS OWN
BREATHING... IT SOUNDS HEAVY, ECHOISH... LIKE THERE'S TWO OF
HIM.

Beat.  Graham holds his breath.  THE SOUND OF SOMEONE ELSE
BREATHING CONTINUES BEHIND HIM.

Graham turns and drops the FLASHLIGHT at the same time.  THE
BEAM OF LIGHT TURNS OFF WHEN THE FLASHLIGHT HITS THE GROUND.

GRAHAM IS IN DARKNESS NOW.  HE LOOKS IN THE DIRECTION OF THE
BREATHING.  BUT CAN'T SEE ANYTHING.  HIS OWN BREATHING IS
FAST AND LOUD NOW.

Graham kneels down and gropes in the darkness.  His hands
search over the ground in all directions.  They finally touch
the flashlight.  Graham quickly fumbles with it to find the
"on" button.  He does.

A BEAM OF LIGHT SHOOTS ACROSS THE GROUND.  SOMETHING POWDERY
WHITE STANDS FIVE FEET AWAY.

It instantly moves into the darkness.  Graham tries to get
up.  He stumbles backwards into the crops.  He's tangled in
crops as he struggles to rise.  He gets up and starts
running.

Leaves and stalks slap him from all directions.  He panics. 
He doesn't know where he is.  THERE IS SOMETHING COMING
BEHIND HIM.

Graham makes a sudden right turn.  He puts his hands in front
of him to protect his face and eyes.  He's running as fast as
he can.  HE HEARS STALKS OF CORN BREAKING BEHIND HIM.

Another sudden turn, this time left.  Graham emerges into his

BACKYARD.

Graham keeps running across the yard.  ISABELLE BARKS
FRANTICALLY.

When Graham reaches the porch stairs, he stops and turns.

There is no one behind him.  The wall of crops fifty feet
away sway in the gentle night breeze.

Graham gains control of his breathing.  He turns and walks to
the screen door, slowing his breathing down with each step.

                                                  CUT TO:

INT.  KITCHEN - EVENING

Graham steps into the kitchen.  His hair is messed.  His
shirt has a few leaves from corn stalks stuck to it.  He
locks the back door.

The children don't notice his presence.  They're splashing
each other at the sink as they clean the dinner dishes.

Graham looks through the kitchen doorway to the family room. 
He sees Merrill there.

Merrill's hands are in his pockets as he stares at the WOODEN
BASEBALL BAT mounted above the fireplace.  Merrill doesn't
notice him either.

Graham takes two steps to the kitchen table and slowly takes
a seat.  His breathing is a slow controlled pant.  He runs
one shaky hand through his hair as he gathers himself and
thinks.  His kind eyes stare down at the ground as he slows
his mind.  Beat.

Merrill is the first to notice him.  He moves from where the
baseball bat is hung, into the kitchen.  As he passes the
children at the sink, he turns off the faucet.

The children stop playing and look up to Merrill.  They
follow his stare to the kitchen table.

Beat.  Graham looks up at them.

                    GRAHAM
              (soft)
          Okay.
              (beat)
          Let's turn on the TV.

                                                  CUT TO:

INT.  FAMILY ROOM - EVENING

THE TV GOES ON WITH A CLICK.  THE SCREEN BLOWS WHITE AND THEN
IMMEDIATELY DARKNESS.  OUTLINES AND SHAPES EMERGE.

THE SOUND POPS ON.

                    TV REPORTER
          -- first appeared fifty two minutes
          ago.

THE SCREEN FILLS WITH CRISP BLACKS.  WE ARE WATCHING VIDEO OF
A NIGHT SKY OVER A DENSE CITY.  THE THOUSAND LIGHTS OF THE
CITY FILL THE BOTTOM OF THE SHAKING IMAGE.

ANOTHER SET OF LIGHTS DOT THE SKY ABOVE THE CITY.  THEY ARE
ARRANGED IN TWO "V'S" SIDE BY SIDE.

Bo puts her finger to the screen and counts the hovering
lights.

                    BO
          Fourteen.

Morgan, Merrill and Graham stand silently before the
television set.

                    TV ANCHOR
          Mexico City officials as well as
          U.S. officials have confirmed that
          these are not air crafts from
          either government's airforce.  The
          first sighting was made by an Air
          Mexico 747 en route from Mazatlan
          to New York as the unidentified
          crafts entered Mexico City air
          space.  They were not detected by
          radar by either country.

Beat.

                    MERRILL
          The crazies were right.

Beat.  Everyone just watches the fourteen lights hovering on
the screen.

                    MORGAN
          We have to tape this...

Morgan reaches into the pile of video tapes under the
television stand.  He grabs one.

Bo snatches the video as Morgan tries to put it into the VCR.

                    BO
          My ballet recital.

Morgan stares at his sister.

                    MORGAN
              (gravely serious)
          Listen Bo.  This is very important. 
          Everything people have written
          about in science books is going to
          change.  The history of the world's
          future is on the TV right now.  We
          need to record this so you can show
          your children this tape and say you
          were there...
              (beat)
          For your children Bo.

                    BO
          My ballet recital.

                    MORGAN
          Dad!

Graham doesn't take his eyes off the screen.

                    GRAHAM
              (preoccupied)
          Find another tape.

Graham and Merrill sit down at the same time on the sofa. 
They both have the same dazed, slow movements.

Morgan rummages through the pile of videos frantically.  He
finds one and reaches for the VCR.

                    MORGAN
          Uncle Merrill, I'm using your tape.

Morgan slams the tape marked "Bay Watch" into the VCR and
presses record.  He's breathing heavy now.  Wheezing
actually.

Morgan moves to the sofa and takes a seat in between his
father and his uncle.  Bo walks over and squeezes in also. 
The four of them stare at the television.

                    TV ANCHOR
          ... You're seeing a live feed from
          our NBC affiliate down in Mexico
          City.  The time there is 7:17pm. 
          This image has not been adjusted or
          enhanced in any way.  What you're
          seeing is real.
              (beat)
          Everything they wrote in science
          books is about to change.

Beat.

                    MORGAN
              (soft)
          Told you.

Morgan brings his asthma spray to his mouth and inhales.

                                             DISSOLVE TO:

INT.  FAMILY ROOM - MIDNIGHT

The family room lights are off now.  The TV is still on.  The
SOUND IS MUTED.  There are a couple glasses of Bo's water on
the television now.

The fourteen lights are still hovering on the screen.  Morgan
is asleep on Graham's lap.  Bo is asleep on Merrill's
shoulder.

                    MERRILL
              (whispers)
          Some people are probably thinking
          this is the end of the world.

Graham turns his sleepy eyes away from the screen to Merrill.

                    GRAHAM
              (whispers)
          That's true.

Merrill looks his brother in the eyes.  Beat.

                    MERRILL
              (whispers)
          Do you think it's a possibility?

                    GRAHAM
              (whispers)
          Yes.

                    MERRILL
              (whispers)
          How can you say that?

                    GRAHAM
              (whispers)
          That wasn't the answer you wanted?

                    MERRILL
              (whispers)
          Can you at least pretend to be like
          you used to be?  Give me some
          comfort?

Beat.  Graham thinks it over.

                    GRAHAM
              (whispers)
          ... There are all different ways
          you can tell that there's someone
          really there watching out for us. 
          You see signs.  Sometimes they're
          little ones.  You think of someone. 
          The phone rings.  They're on the
          phone... Sometimes they're big,
          like fourteen lights hovering over
          Mexico City.
              (beat)
          Sure, there are a lot of people
          watching this who think this could
          be a bad thing.  But there are a
          lot of people watching this, who
          think it's a miracle.  A sign of
          God's existence.  It's all in how
          you look at things Merrill.
              (beat)
          What you have to decide is what
          kind of person you are?  Are you
          the type who believes in miracles
          and looks for signs or are you the
          kind who believes, things just
          happen by chance?

Beat.  Merrill is deep in thought.

                    MERRILL
          I was at this party once.  I'm on a
          couch with Sara Mckinney.  She was
          just sitting there, looking
          beautiful and staring at me.  I go
          to lean in and kiss her and I
          realize I have gum in my mouth.  I
          turn and take out the gum.  Stuff
          it in my paper cup next to the sofa
          and turn around.  Sara Mckinney
          throws up all over herself.
              (beat)
          I knew the second it happened.  It
          was a miracle.  I could have been
          kissing her when she threw up. 
          That would have scarred me for
          life.  I may never have recovered.

Merrill looks at the TV screen.  Beat.

                    MERRILL
          I'm a miracle man.  Those lights
          are a miracle.

Graham smiles.

                    GRAHAM
              (whispers)
          There you go.

Beat.

                    MERRILL
              (whispers)
          So which type are you?

Beat.

                    GRAHAM
              (whispers)
          Do you feel comforted?

                    MERRILL
              (whispers)
          Yes.

                    GRAHAM
              (whispers)
          What does it matter then?

The two of them turn back to the silent screen of the
television.  It's a long beat before Graham speaks.

                    GRAHAM
              (whispers)
          Do you know what Colleen's last
          words were before they killed her?

Beat.  Merrill turns and stares quietly at his brother.

                    GRAHAM
              (whispers)
          She said, "See", and then her eyes
          glazed a bit and she said... "Tell
          Merrill to swing away."

Merrill's mouth opens a bit.  Graham turns and chuckles at
his expression.

                    GRAHAM
              (whispers)
          Do you know why she said that?

Merrill nods, "No."

                    GRAHAM
              (whispers)
          Because the nerve endings in her
          brain were firing as she died, and
          some random memory of us at one of
          your baseball games popped into her
          head.
              (beat)
          There is no one watching out for us
          Merrill.  We're all on our own.

Graham turns back to the television.  Beat.

THE LIGHT OF THE TELEVISION FLICKERS ON THE FACES OF THE TWO
BROTHERS AS THEY SIT WATCHING IN SILENCE.

                                                  CUT TO:

INT.  FAMILY ROOM - DAY

Graham's eyes open.  DAYLIGHT FILLS the family room.  He is
alone on the couch.  Alone in the room.

He looks to the television.  It's not there.

Graham moves to his feet and look around the room.  His eyes
stop on an EXTENSION CORD that runs from a wall outlet in the
family room, across the front hall, and under a closet door.

Graham moves to the door.  WE HEAR MUFFLED TELEVISION VOICES. 
Graham opens the

CLOSET.

Merrill looks up.  He's seated on a kitchen chair with the
television on a roll-away stand crammed in with him.

                    MERRILL
          For the kids protection.  All they
          were doing was watching TV from
          five a.m.  I felt like they were
          getting obsessed like you said. 
          They should be playing furry, furry
          rabbit or tea party or something
          right?

                    GRAHAM
          What's furry, furry rabbit?

                    MERRILL
              (points)
          That's a game isn't it?
              (beat)
          Anyway...
              (points at the TV)
          There's been some interesting
          developments.

                    GRAHAM
          What time is it?

                    MERRILL
          Eleven a.m.  They're gone.

Beat.  Graham looks at the TV screen.  There's a daylight
shot of Mexico City.  The skies are empty above it.

                    MERRILL
          But they're not really gone.  We
          just can't see them.  Early this
          morning a bird flew right at the
          area where the lights were hovering
          last night.

Merrill puts a finger in the sky on the screen.

                    MERRILL
          It stopped dead in the air and fell
          straight down.

Merrill's finger trails to the bottom of the screen.

                    MERRILL
          They caught it on tape and they've
          been playing it all morning.  They
          found the bird.  His head crushed
          in.  When you see the footage it
          looks like the bird flew into a
          wall in the sky.
              (beat)
          They think they have some invisible
          shield thing going, like an optical
          illusion.

                    GRAHAM
          The bird could have had a heart
          attack and crushed his head when he
          fell.

                    MERRILL
          Already thought of.  Two other
          birds did the same thing an hour
          later.  Not as dramatic.  They
          lived.  But you could see they hit
          something.

Graham looks at the empty sky on the screen with different
eyes.

                    MERRILL
          They're still there hovering.  In
          fact, some people think there's
          more of them now.  All over the
          place.  Over us even.
              (beat)
          And there's a theory about the crop
          circles now.  They think it could
          be some kind of landmark, visual
          mapping system -- so they can
          navigate.  Coordinate.  Makes sense
          doesn't it?

                                                  CUT TO:

INT.  MASTER BEDROOM - DAY

We are inside Graham's bedroom facing his bathroom door,
which is closed.  The same sun-faded outline of where a large
cross used to hang, is stained on the wall next to the door.

Graham opens the bathroom door and steps out with wet hair. 
He towels it dry as he moves to his bedroom window.

WE LOOK OUT THE SAME WINDOW WE LOOKED OUT AT THE VERY
BEGINNING.

The backyard is large and green with a wooden jungle gym.  A
single tree throws shade onto a picnic table.  The back of
the yard is lined by corn crops.  Golden and brown.  Six feet
high.

The crops go on well beyond our view.  Graham stares at them
quietly.  Watching.

Beat.  THE SOUND OF WHISPERING DRAWS HIS ATTENTION FROM THE
WINDOW.

He listens closely.  HIS CHILDREN ARE WHISPERING IN THE NEXT
ROOM.

                                                  CUT TO:

INT.  CHILDREN'S BEDROOM - DAY

Graham walks into the hall and looks in their room.

Morgan and Bo are seated on the edge of their bed.  They have
TIN FOIL wrapped around their heads like a helmet.  Graham
stares at his children.

                    MORGAN
          So the aliens can't read our minds.

                    GRAHAM
          Oh.

                    MORGAN
          They tell you everything in this
          book.

Morgan holds up the book he bought from Nathan's bookstore.

Graham enters the room.  The children make space for him on
the bed.  He takes a seat between them.  Morgan puts the book
on his father's lap.

                    MORGAN
          It says they're probably very small
          -- like my height -- because, as
          their brains developed, there was
          no use for physical development. 
          It says they're probably
          vegetarians, because they would
          have realized the benefits of such
          a diet.

                    GRAHAM
          Who wrote this book?

Graham looks on the back cover for a picture.  There's none
there.

                    MORGAN
          Scientists who have been persecuted
          for their beliefs.

                    GRAHAM
          That means they're unemployed.

Morgan closes the book.

                    MORGAN
          Dad, are you going to be serious?

Bo points at the book.

                    BO
          Yeah, serious.

Graham looks at his two children with foil on their heads.

                    GRAHAM
          I don't know what got into me.

Beat.  Morgan puts the book on his father's lap.

                    MORGAN
          There are pictures.

Beat.  Morgan opens the tome.

                    MORGAN
          Dr. Bimboo, one of the authors of
          the book --

                    GRAHAM
          Bimboo?

                    MORGAN
          Dad.

                    GRAHAM
          I just asked his name.

                    MERRILL
          You had a tone.

Beat.  Graham acknowledges with a nod that he did have a
tone.

                    MORGAN
          He says there are two reasons why
          Extraterrestrials would visit us.

Morgan turns the page.

                    MORGAN
          To make contact in the spirit of
          exploration and furthering the
          knowledge of the universe.

Graham looks at an illustration of a small, bulbous headed
figure shaking hands with a bearded human.

                    MORGAN
          Or the other reason... They're
          hostile.  They've used up the
          resources on their planet and are
          looking to harvest our planet next.

Morgan turns the page.  There is a picture of a house.  A
space ship is hovering over the home shooting laser beams at
it.  Beat.

                    GRAHAM
          Looks a little like our house
          doesn't it?

Morgan and Bo lean in closer to look at the picture.  Beat.

                    BO
          The same windows.

                    MORGAN
              (soft)
          That's weird.

The three of them study the picture of the house.  It's on
fire.  Their eyes move to the front yard.  There are three
bodies lying dead on the front lawn.  Two are children.

THE PHONE RINGS.

The children SCREAM and cling to their father.  THEIR SCREAMS
DIE DOWN.  The PHONE RINGS again.  Graham gets up.  He closes
the book.

                    GRAHAM
          That's enough from Dr. Bimboo for
          now.  Everybody in this house needs
          to calm down and eat some fruit or
          something.

Graham steps out into the hallway.  He tucks the book under
his arm and picks up the phone.

                    PHONE VOICE
          Father.

THROUGH THE PHONE WE HEAR SUDDEN SCUFFLING, A CHAIR SQUEAL
AGAINST THE FLOOR and then the phone disconnects.

                    GRAHAM
          Hello?

NOTHING BUT DEAD AIR.  Graham looks at the receiver and then
slowly hangs it up.

Graham walks down the hall to a small window.

The window looks down the driveway and out onto the road. 
Graham stares into the distance.  About a half-mile away we
see the TIP OF A HOUSE.  Graham gazes at it for a beat.

                                                  CUT TO:

INT.  FRONT HALL - DAY

Graham comes down the stairs with his overcoat on.  He moves
to the closet door and knocks on it before opening it.

Merrill looks up from the television.

                    GRAHAM
          I'm going out for a few minutes. 
          No one leaves this house.  No one.

Merrill nods.

                    MERRILL
          Where are you going?

                    GRAHAM
          Ray Reddy's house.

Graham starts down the hall.  Merrill steps out of the closet
for the first time.  He looks down the hall shocked.

                    MERRILL
          Why?

Graham unlocks the front door.

                    GRAHAM
          I think he just called here.

                                                  CUT TO:

INT.  CHILDREN'S BEDROOM - DAY

BLUE SKY -- OUR VIEW MOVES OVER CLOUDS.  WE ARE LOOKING
THROUGH SOME KIND OF LENS.

                    BO (O.S.)
          You don't think something bad will
          happen do you Morgan?

Morgan pulls his eye away from the telescope that is set up
on the window seat in his room.

                    MORGAN
          Why, you got one of your feeling
          again?

Bo nods, "Yes."

                    MORGAN
          Is it bad?

Bo nods, "Yes" slowly.

                    MORGAN
          If it does, I won't let anything
          bad happen to you.

Bo hugs Morgan tight.

                    BO
              (soft)
          I don't want you to die.

                    MORGAN
          Who said I was going to die?

Bo keeps hugging Morgan.

                    MORGAN
          Who said I was going to die?

Beat.  Morgan peels Bo's arms off of him.

                    MORGAN
          Come on Bo.  I need to keep a look
          out.

Bo lets go.  Morgan puts his eye to the eyepiece of the
telescope.

                                                  CUT TO:

EXT.  REDDY HOUSE - DAY

A mailbox reads "R. Reddy."

There is a gray and white house at the end of the quarter
mile driveway.  We saw the roof of this house from the Hess
hallway window.

Graham stands at the front door and RINGS THE DOORBELL AGAIN.

Beat.  Graham tries to look inside.  Curtains block his view.

Graham walks around the porch.  Turns the corner of the
house.  He looks in a side window.

THE VIEW THROUGH THE WINDOW IS OF A KITCHEN.  THE KITCHEN
CHAIRS ARE ON THEIR SIDE.  THE KITCHEN TABLE ITSELF, IS
UPSIDE DOWN, LEANING AGAINST A CLOSED DOOR.  THE ROOM IS
TOTALLY WRECKED.

Graham stands straight up.  He looks around nervously.  He
takes two steps back towards the front of the house and the
safety of his station wagon before he notices the GREEN TRUCK
parked to the side of the house.

There is someone sitting in it.

                                                  CUT TO:

EXT.  REDDY DRIVEWAY - DAY

The passenger side window of the truck is open.  Graham steps
up to it and looks inside.  The thin man with the leather
jacket, we saw in town, sits behind the wheel.  He stares out
the windshield.  He is covered in sweat.

                    GRAHAM
          Hello Ray.

RAY REDDY doesn't look over.  Doesn't react.  Keeps staring.

Ray clutches the steering wheel tightly, turning his knuckles
a yellow white.

Graham glances to the backseat of the truck.  There are two
large bags over flowing with clothes.

Graham's eyes gently move back to Ray and drift down to the
TWO BLOOD STAINED AREA ON HIS SHIRT.  Beat.

                    GRAHAM
          What happened Ray?

Beat.  Ray doesn't look over when he speaks.

                    RAY
          I wrote your number down to call
          you.  It's been sitting next to the
          phone for six months.  When I knew
          it was inside the house, I couldn't
          think of any other number to call. 
          I panicked.
              (beat)
          Thank you for coming Father.

                    GRAHAM
              (soft)
          You're welcome Ray.

Tears start falling down Ray's face.

                    RAY
          I worked so long that night.  I
          ain't never fallen asleep driving
          before.  And never since.  Most of
          the ride home, there wasn't a car
          insight in either direction.  If
          I'd fallen asleep then, I'd a ended
          up in a ditch with a head ache.  It
          had to happen at that right moment. 
          That certain ten-fifteen seconds
          when I passed her walking.  It was
          like it was meant to be.

Ray finally turns.  His red face quivers as he talks.

                    RAY
          I guess if this is the end of the
          world, I'm screwed right?  People
          who kill Reverends' wives aren't
          exactly ushered to the front of the
          line in heaven.

Ray starts the car.

                    GRAHAM
          Where you going Ray?

                    RAY
          To the lake.  The way I see it, all
          the places marked in the crops and
          such -- none of them are really
          near water.  I figure they don't
          like water.
              (beat)
          Can't be any worse than here.

Beat.

                    GRAHAM
          Ray, did you see one of them?

Ray looks at Graham.

                    RAY
          I'm truly sorry for what I've done
          to you and yours.

The two men stare at each other for a beat.  Ray looks away. 
He puts the car in drive.

                    RAY
          And don't open my pantry Father.  I
          locked one of them in there.

Graham steps away as the truck moves forward and pulls down
the driveway.

                                                  CUT TO:

INT.  CLOSET - DAY

Merrill's head is leaned against a bunch of winter coats. 
His eyes are closed.

                    TV ANCHOR
          ... The startling footage we're
          about to show you was photographed
          by a forty-two year old Romero
          Valadares.

Merrill's eyes open.

                    TV ANCHOR
          This video was taken yesterday
          afternoon at his son's seventh
          birthday, in the city of Passo
          Fundo, Brazil.  It was sent to the
          local news bureau there and
          satellited to us a few minutes ago. 
          All initial opinions are; this is
          genuine.

THE TELEVISION ANCHOR APPEARS FLUSTERED.

                    TV ANCHOR
          What you are about to see, may
          disturb you.

Merrill sits up in his chair.

THE PICTURE OF THE ANCHORMAN IS REPLACED BY A HANDHELD VIDEO
IMAGE ON THE TV SCREEN.  THE IMAGE IS OF A FAMILY ROOM WHERE
A BUNCH OF CHILDREN IN DRESS CLOTHES CROWD AROUND A SLIDING
GLASS WINDOW.

THE CHILDREN ARE SPEAKING PORTUGUESE EXCITEDLY.  THEY LOOK AT
THE CAMERA AND POINT TO THE OUTSIDE THROUGH THE GLASS DOORS.

THE HANDHELD IMAGE MOVES OVER THEIR SHOULDERS TO LOOK OUT
THROUGH THE GLASS INTO A CRAMPED BACKYARD.  THERE IS A
RECTANGULAR TABLE WITH PARTY DECORATIONS AND AN UNTOUCHED
BIRTHDAY CAKE ON IT.  COLORFUL BALLOONS FLOAT AROUND THE
BACKYARD.  THERE IS NO ONE OUTSIDE.

THE IMAGES PANS AROUND THE DENSE FOLIAGE THAT FORMS A WALL
AROUND THE YARD.  THE IMAGE ZOOMS AND SEARCHES IN THE
DARKNESS OF THE BRANCHES.

The chair in the closet CREAKS as Merrill leans forward a
little towards the television screen.

WE HEAR A BURST OF PORTUGUESE.  THE IMAGE PANS AWAY FROM THE
GLASS DOORS BACK INTO THE HOME.  WE LOOK DOWN A NARROW HALL
TO THE KITCHEN.  A BOY WITH A BIRTHDAY HAT IS SEATED ON THE
KITCHEN COUNTER, POINTING FRANTICALLY OUT THE KITCHEN WINDOW. 
HE YELLS IN PORTUGUESE.

THE CROWD OF CHILDREN AROUND THE GLASS DOORS START RUSHING
INTO THE KITCHEN.  THEY ARE JOINED BY A FEW ADULTS.  THE
IMAGE FOLLOWS THEM IN.

THE KITCHEN WINDOW IS BLOCKED BY HEADS WHEN WE FIRST ARRIVE.

                    MERRILL
          Move children!  Vamonos!

THE IMAGE FINDS AN OPENING OVER THE SHOULDER OF THE BOY WITH
THE BIRTHDAY HAT AND ANOTHER CHILD.

WE ARE NOW LOOKING OUT THE KITCHEN WINDOW.  WE SEE A NARROW
ALLEY ONLY A FEW FEET WIDE CREATED BY A STONE WALL AND A
SMALL GARAGE BUILDING.  ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE WALL IS
DENSE FOLIAGE.  THE WALL ENDS A FEW FEET AFTER THE GARAGE
BUILDING.

WE HEAR THE CHILD'S VOICE VERY CLOSE TO US SPEAKING IN
PORTUGUESE.  THE CAMERA PANS JUST A LITTLE AS THE FACE OF THE
LITTLE BIRTHDAY BOY FILLS THE SCREEN.  HE TALKS EXCITEDLY
DIRECTLY AT US AND AT SOMEONE BEHIND THE IMAGE.

                    BOY WITH HAT
          Esta atras da garagem!  Esta atras
          de ai!  Is behind!

THE BOY GESTURES TO THE GARAGE BUILDING.  THE IMAGE SETTLES
BACK ON THE WINDOW.  WE STARE AT THE NARROW ALLEY.  THE IMAGE
ZOOMS A BIT.  SEARCHES THE EDGE OF THE GARAGE BUILDING.  THE
IMAGE STARTS WIDENING OUT.

AND THEN WE SEE IT.

THE KITCHEN ERUPTS WITH CHILDREN'S SCREAMS AS A LARGE NON-
HUMAN FIGURE MOVES FROM THE GARAGE BUILDING TO BEHIND THE
WALL.  IT'S OUT OF SIGHT IN LESS THAN A SECOND.

Merrill is frozen like a statue.  His mouth is open a little. 
The closet FILLS WITH THE PANDEMONIA OF THE KITCHEN ON THE
VIDEO.

THE VIDEO IMAGE ON THE NEWS, PAUSES.  BEAT.  WE SEE IT
REWIND.  WE SEE THE FIGURE ZIP BACK BEHIND THE GARAGE IN A
FLICKER.  THE VIDEO STOPS.  PLAYS AGAIN.

THE IMAGE ZOOMS A BIT.  SEARCHES THE EDGE OF THE GARAGE
BUILDING.  STARTS TO WIDEN OUT.  THE KITCHEN STARTS TO FILL
WITH SCREAMS AS THE FIGURE APPEARS... THE IMAGE FREEZES.

THE NEWS HAS PAUSED THE VIDEOTAPE ON THE EXACT MOMENT THE
NON-HUMAN FIGURE IS VISIBLE.  IT'S HALFWAY ACROSS THE ALLEY.
IT'S MOTION HAS BLURRED IT, BUT YOU CAN TELL ITS SHAPE NOW.

Merrill Hess stares stunned at the IMAGE OF AN UPRIGHT ANIMAL
LIKE CREATURE.  THE STRIATIONS ALL OVER ITS BODY LOOK LIKE
BRANCHES.  EXACTLY LIKE BRANCHES.  THEY MATCH THE BUSHES
WHERE IT WAS HIDING, PERFECTLY.

                                                  CUT TO:

INT.  KITCHEN - DAY

The door swings open slowly.  Graham steps into Ray Reddy's
kitchen.

Cabinets are open.  Dishes are broken.  Chairs are turned
over.  The faucet is running full blast.

Graham's eyes move across the room.  The kitchen table is
upside down and leaned up against the pantry door.

THE SOUND OF A GLASS JAR BREAKING ON THE GROUND CAN BE HEARD
INSIDE THE PANTRY.

Graham takes a few conservative steps to the middle of the
kitchen.

He leans a little bit and listens.  From behind the pantry
door WE HEAR THE SOUND OF BREATHING.  THERE ARE QUIET
MOVEMENT SOUNDS.  THE SOFT SOUND OF GLASS BEING CRUSHED AS
IT'S BEING WALKED ON.

Graham can almost see the bottom of the door around the
leaning table.  Graham stands up straight and thinks it over. 
Beat.

Graham takes two small steps closer.

When he leans, he can now see the entire bottom of the pantry
door.  THERE IS LIGHT LEAKING OUT FROM BENEATH IT.  THERE IS
SHADOW BEING THROWN FROM INSIDE THE PANTRY.  THE SHADOW MOVES
BACK AND FORTH UNDER THE DOOR.

                    GRAHAM
          Hello.

THE SHADOW STOPS MOVING.

Beat.

                    GRAHAM
              (loud)
          The police are here... I am with
          them... I am a police officer.
              (beat)
          I just want to talk to you.

SILENCE.  There is no movement from the pantry.  Beat.

                    GRAHAM
              (loud)
          We know all about the hoax.  We
          already took some of your friends
          downtown in the paddy wagon.
              (mouths to himself)
          Paddy wagon?

THE ONLY SOUND IN THE KITCHEN IS THE SOUND OF THE FAUCET
RUNNING.  Graham waits for a reply, but none comes.

                    GRAHAM
          If you tell us your name and why
          you did it, we'll give you the same
          deal we gave the others.  Don't
          throw away your life son.

Beat.

Graham bends down where he stands.  He puts his head near the
wood floor.  He tries to look under the door.  All he can see
are the bottoms of a couple shelves in the corner of the
pantry.  He's at too severe an angle.

Graham sits up.  He's only four feet away from the pantry
door.  He looks around not knowing what to do.  His eyes fall
on a bunch of kitchen knives that have spilled from a drawer
onto the floor.

He takes a butcher knife from the group and moves closer to
the door.  Beat.  He reaches with the butcher knife
underneath the slanted kitchen table.  He uses the knife like
a mirror to see under the door.  Graham watches the SOFT
REFLECTION IN THE FLAT STAINLESS STEEL SURFACE OF THE BLADE. 
WE CAN MAKE OUT BROKEN GLASS AND RIPPED OPEN PACKETS OF RICE
AND CEREAL ON THE GROUND.  THERE ARE POCKETS OF SHADOWS WE
CAN'T SEE INTO.

Graham pulls the knife out.  He sits there kneeling two feet
from the door.  Beat.

He takes a deep breath and starts to lower his head under the
slanted table.

He stops halfway down.  He loses his nerve and sits up.  He
rises to his feet as he places the butcher knife on the
counter.  Graham starts walking across the kitchen.  He gets
to the door.  Puts his hand on the doorknob.

He stays like that for a long time.  Beat.

Graham lets go of the doorknob -- He turns and walks quickly
across the kitchen -- He picks up the butcher knife -- He
kneels down next to the pantry -- He ducks his head under the
slanted kitchen table -- He places his cheek to the floor,
only inches from the bottom of the door, and looks into the
pantry.

There is broken glass and rice throughout the wooden floor of
the pantry.  Nothing else.

Graham stares at his VIEW OF THE FLOOR.  Something's wrong. 
Parts of it feel like a painting.  THE PAINTING MOVES.

TWO BLACK EYES OPEN -- SEEMINGLY SUSPENDED IN THE MIDDLE OF
THE ROOM.  THEY ARE SIDEWAYS.  THEY LOOK AT GRAHAM.

GRAHAM YELLS.  HE JOLTS UP.  HIS HEAD HITS THE SLANTED TABLE
HARD.

FOUR LONG FINGERS AND CLAWS, THE EXACT COLOR OF THE WOODEN
FLOOR REACH OUT AND MISS HIS FACE BY A FRACTION OF AN INCH.

GRAHAM REACTS.  THE BUTCHER KNIFE COMES DOWN FAST AND HARD ON
THE PROTRUDING WOOD COLORED FINGERS.  SLAM!

WE HEAR AN UNBEARABLY HIGH-PITCHED INHALE SOUND FROM INSIDE
THE PANTRY.

                                                  CUT TO:

EXT.  STATION WAGON - DAY

The station wagon knocks over the "Ray Reddy" mailbox as it
turns sharply onto the road.

Graham picks up speed as he passes the wall of crops on his
right.

THE STATION WAGON SUDDENLY BRAKES.

Two black skid marks form on the road as the station wagon
comes to a fast stop.

Beat.  Graham gets out of the car.  He walks a few feet ahead
of the station wagon.  He bends down in the middle of the
road.

A BIRD lays limp on the asphalt.  Its head is crushed.

Graham gazes at the still pile of feathers.  Beat.

Graham turns and looks straight up at the BLUE, CLOUDLESS SKY
above him.

                    GRAHAM
              (soft)
          Douche bag.

                                                  CUT TO:

INT.  HESS FAMILY ROOM - DAY

Graham enters his front hall.  He closes the door and locks
it behind him.  He turns and looks into the family room.

Morgan and Bo and Merrill are seated together on the sofa. 
All three are wearing foil helmets.  Beat.

                    MERRILL
          They're skin changes color.  That's
          why we couldn't see him that night.

Graham stares at his family huddled on the couch.  Beat. 
Graham takes in the news as he moves to the stairs.  He takes
a seat on the second to last step.

He sits obscured by the balusters.  Beat.

                    GRAHAM
          Tell me something Morgan.  In that
          book of your, did they happen to
          detail what would happen if they
          were hostile?

                    MORGAN
          Yes.  They would invade us using
          only ground tactics.  Hand to hand
          combat.  They wouldn't use their
          technology or fight an airborne
          battle, because they would know we
          would eventually use nuclear
          weapons and the planet would be
          useless to them.

                    MERRILL
          I'm sorry, what book is this?

                    GRAHAM
          Did they say what our chances would
          be if they did invade?

                    MORGAN
          They said one of two things could
          happen.  One, they fight and are
          defeated and leave to return again
          with full forces hundreds or even
          thousands of years later.

                    GRAHAM
          What's two?

                    MORGAN
          They win.

The words hang in the air.  Graham sits quietly on the second
step of the stairs.

                    GRAHAM
          What do you think about the idea
          that they don't like places near
          water, and we might be safe from
          them near a lake or something?

                    MORGAN
          Sounds made up.

Beat.

                    GRAHAM
          We can choose to believe it and
          pack up and leave.
              (beat)
          Or we can stay here.  Board up this
          house.  Hide inside our home and
          wait it out.  Either way, at least
          we'll be together.
              (beat)
          All those in favor of the lake,
          raise your hand.

No one raises their hand.

                    GRAHAM
          All those in favor of home, raise
          your hand.

All four put their hands in the air.  Beat.  They lower them
and sit in silence.

                    MERRILL
          How do we know boards will do
          anything?

Beat.

                    GRAHAM
              (soft)
          Because, they seem to have trouble
          with pantry doors.

                                                  CUT TO:

EXT.  HESS HOUSE - AFTERNOON

WE ARE WATCHING THE HOUSE FROM THE CROPS.  We see Graham
inside the house, closing the window shutters in one room
after another.

WE SEE a stack of wooden boards on the porch.

OUR VIEW MOVES to the barn where Isabelle is tied.  She is
not pacing.  She is not barking.  She sits staring right at
us.  She is shivering.

OUR VIEW MOVES to the garage building where we see Merrill
carry a huge pile of his clothes and things down the stairs. 
He's moving into the main house.

Merrill walks across the yard.  His eyes look around
carefully as he moves.

Part of the pile in his arms falls to the grass as he crosses
the lawn.  He stops walking and starts to gather up the
fallen things.  He picks up a couple shirts and two baseballs
encased in glass cases.

The glass encasing one of the souvenir baseballs, has
cracked.  He takes the ball out.  Stares at it.

We watch from the crops as Merrill puts down his pile of
clothes and things on the grass.  He looks around and finds
what he's looking for.  A rake.

Merrill unscrews the fork on the rake from the wooden handle. 
With the wooden stick in one hand and the souvenir baseball
in the other, he turns to face the crops.

WE PULL BACK A LITTLE INTO THE CROPS.  PART OF OUR VIEW IS
OBSCURED BY STALKS, BUT WE STILL SEE MERRILL CLEARLY.

Merrill looks around cautiously again, before getting into a
batter's stance.  His left leg digs into the grass in front
of him.  His weight is mostly on his back leg.  He looks out
into the distance high over the crops.  He throws the
baseball up in the air...

Merrill grabs the wooden handle.  Merrill's shoulders move
with blinding speed.  The wooden rake handle slices the air. 
And misses the ball.

The ball drops at Merrill's feet.

WE WATCH as Merrill picks up the ball and tries again.  This
time his shoulders move even faster.  The wooden stick
actually makes A RESONANT SOUND as it cuts the air.

The ball drops at Merrill's feet.

WE WATCH THROUGH THE CROPS as Merrill snatches the ball up
and tries a third time.  This time he YELLS as he swings.  He
rips the air with the wooden stick so fast it blurs to the
eye.

The baseball drops at his feet.  Strike three.

Merrill stands still in the yard.  He's breathing a little
heavy as he stares down at the ball.

He gently picks it up.  He walks back to his pile of things
and then suddenly turns.  He throws the ball in the air as he
does.  His left leg goes out.  His weight goes to his right
leg as he turns his shoulders with astonishing speed and
power...

THE SOUND OF THE BASEBALL HITTING THE WOODEN HANDLE CRACKS
ACROSS THE WHOLE YARD.

The ball rockets into the air.  We watch it fly overhead...
sail high over the crops... it becomes a tiny dot in the sky.

After a long beat of silence it comes back to earth.  It
lands in the street and bounces twenty feet into the air.  It
cleared at least four or five hundred feet of crops.  Maybe
more.

WE LOOK BACK to Merrill standing in the backyard.  He drops
the wooden stick to the grass and moves for his things.  He
piles them in his arms.  When his arms are full, he starts
for the porch.  WE WATCH FROM THE CROPS AS MERRILL GOES
INSIDE THE HOUSE.

                                                  CUT TO:

INT.  CLOSET - LATE AFTERNOON

Morgan and Bo are seated on the kitchen chair in the closet.

                    MORGAN
          Come quick!

THE FLICKER OF THE TELEVISION FALLS ON THE CHILDREN'S FACES.

WE HEAR MERRILL AND GRAHAM COMING DOWN THE HALLWAY BEFORE WE
SEE THEM.

They appear almost at the same time in the doorway to the
closet.  Graham and Merrill are holding hammers.

All four stare at the television.

ON THE SCREEN IS A STREET FILLED WITH PEOPLE RUNNING WITH
SUITCASES AND BAGS.  SOME PEOPLE ARE GETTING TRAMPLED. 
OTHERS ARE STANDING ON THE STREET CORNER AND YELLING.  THERE
IS PANIC IN THE AIR.

                    TV ANCHOR
          Tel Aviv joins Nairobi, Lagos and
          Jerusalem as the latest to confirm
          the appearance of lights.  There
          are lights in the skies over an
          estimated two hundred and seventy
          four cities.  That total could be
          as high as four hundred within the
          hour.

THE IMAGE ON THE TELEVISION SCREEN CHANGES TO A NIGHT TIME
VIEW OF THE TEL AVIV CITY LINE.  THERE ARE FOURTEEN LIGHTS IN
TWO "V" FORMATIONS OVER THE CITY.

                    GRAHAM
          They decided to show themselves.

Beat.

                    MORGAN
          They think these look like stages
          immediately proceeding an attack
          maneuver.

                    MERRILL
          It's like War of the Worlds.

                    MORGAN
          They think it might happen all at
          once.

The words silence everyone.  Beat.

The image goes back to a quiet TV anchor.  He takes a second
before starting up again.

                    TV ANCHOR
          Hundreds of thousands have flocked
          to synagogues, churches and
          temples.

The television shows hundreds of Israelis in a temple and in
the streets praying.

Graham watches quietly as the masses pray side by side.

                    TV ANCHOR
          Ground forces are being assembled
          in countries throughout the
          globe...

                    GRAHAM
          I'm going to get back to the
          windows.

Bo watches as Graham leaves the doorway of the closet.  She
turns back to the television.

Beat.  Merrill leans down between his niece and nephew.

                    MERRILL
              (whispers)
          You guys okay?

They don't answer.  They watch the soldiers loading up onto
trucks on the television.

                    MORGAN
          Some guy had a sign that said it
          was the end of the world.
              (beat)
          Nothing really bad is going to
          happen, is it Uncle Merrill?

                    MERRILL
          Don't worry.

Morgan glances at Bo and then back to his uncle.

                    MORGAN
          You sure right?

Beat.  Merrill gazes at the two questioning faces.  He looks
back at the empty closet doorway where Graham stood.  He
turns back to the children.

                    MERRILL
          You know about signs Morgan?  Not
          like the ones people write on. 
          It's like if you poured a glass of
          milk and you dropped the glass by
          mistake and broke it before you
          could drink it.  Then you looked at
          the milk carton and saw that the
          milk was spoiled.  They're things
          that happen by chance or luck, but
          make you feel that someone's
          watching out for you.

The children think it over.  Beat.

                    MORGAN
          I once had a bad dream and I
          couldn't wake up.  I kicked at the
          table next to my bed and something
          fell on me and I woke up.  It was a
          picture of mom.  She was smiling. 
          It made me feel safe... You mean
          like that?

Beat.

                    MERRILL
          Yeah, like that.
              (beat)
          I believe in signs Morgan.  I think
          there's someone watching out for
          us.  I got to believe he's going to
          make sure we're all right in the
          end.

                                                  CUT TO:

INT.  HALLWAY - LATE AFTERNOON

Merrill smiles as he steps out of the closet and closes the
door half-way.

He stands in the hall by himself.  He takes a couple deep
breaths as everything hits him.

                                                  CUT TO:

INT.  CLOSET - LATE AFTERNOON

Morgan turns off the television.

He and Bo sit quietly in the closet under the stairs.

                                                  CUT TO:

INT.  FAMILY ROOM - LATE AFTERNOON

Graham sits in a chair by the windows.  He has a board on his
lap.  He has a hammer in his hands.  Graham drowns in his
thoughts as the skies darken behind him.

                                                  CUT TO:

INT.  UPSTAIRS LANDING - EVENING

Graham, Bo and Morgan are seated in the upstairs hallway. 
There's a couple boards left leaning against the walls.

Merrill comes out of the children's room with his tools.

                    MERRILL
          Too many windows in the bedrooms. 
          We don't have enough boards.

Merrill stands and leans against the wall.

                    GRAHAM
          We'll have to board up the bedroom
          doors.

                    MORGAN
          Where are we going to sleep?

                    GRAHAM
          The family room.

Everyone sits quietly for a moment.

                    MORGAN
          What about Isabelle?

                    GRAHAM
          We'll keep her in the garage, after
          dinner.

Beat.

                    MERRILL
          I'll make sandwiches.

                    BO
          I want spaghetti?

                    MERRILL
          We should eat fast Bo.

                    GRAHAM
          Spaghetti sounds great.

Merrill glances at Graham.

                    GRAHAM
          What do you want, Morgan?

Beat.

                    MORGAN
          Anything?

Graham nods "yes."

                    MORGAN
          French toast... and mashed
          potatoes.

                    GRAHAM
          Now we're talking.
              (beat)
          How about you Merrill?

Graham turns and looks at Merrill.  They stare at each other
quietly.  They have a conversation without words.  Beat.

                    MERRILL
              (soft)
          Chicken Teriyaki.

                    GRAHAM
          Good choice... I'm going to have a
          cheeseburger with bacon.
              (smiles)
          Extra bacon.

                                                  CUT TO:

INT.  KITCHEN - EVENING

The windows in the kitchen are boarded up, as is the back
door.

The sink is piled with pots and pans.  It seems like every
utensil and dish in the kitchen was used.

                                                  CUT TO:

INT.  DINNING ROOM - EVENING

One side of the dinning room is lined with windows that have
been boarded up.

The table is set.  Mash potatoes, spaghetti, French toast,
chicken teriyaki and bacon cheeseburgers are all displayed
elegantly on serving dishes.

The Hess family sits around the table.  Beat.  The scene is
somber.  No one is moving.

                    GRAHAM
          What's the matter with everyone? 
          Eat.

No one says anything.  No one eats.

Beat.

                    MORGAN
          I'm scared.

                    BO
          Me too.

                    GRAHAM
          I don't want to hear anymore talk
          like that.  And I don't want to see
          anymore faces like the ones I'm
          looking at.
              (beat)
          We are going to enjoy this meal. 
          Nothing can stop us from enjoying
          this meal!  Enjoy!

Bo sits next to her three glasses of water and begins to cry.

                    GRAHAM
          Stop crying!

                    MORGAN
          Don't yell at her!

Morgan's face is hard, but tears start to fall anyway. 
Graham watches as both his children cry at the table.

                    GRAHAM
          Fine, if you all don't want to eat,
          then I'm going to have some of
          everything.

Graham takes big scoops of every dish and piles it on his
plate.  He digs his fork into the pile and starts to shove it
in his mouth.  He swallows.

                    GRAHAM
          This tastes so great.

Bo, Morgan and Merrill watch in stunned silence as Graham
stuffs more in his mouth.  He chews and chews and swallows
hard.  He digs his fork into the pile again.

Graham starts crying as he eats.  He keeps taking more bites. 
More tears fall.

Morgan gets up from his seat.  He goes to Graham's chair.  He
leans against his dad's arm and cries with him.  Graham's
fork stops moving.  He watches as Bo moves from her seat to
his other side.  She holds her dad's arm and cries.

Beat.  Graham pulls them both up onto the chair with him and
hugs them tight.  Merrill leans forward and comes to the pile
on Graham's chair.  Merrill buries his head in Graham's
shoulder.  The Hess family huddles together at one end of the
table.  Beat.

THE BABY MONITOR EXPLODES WITH STATIC AND NOISE.

Everyone slowly turns and looks over to Morgan's place
setting where the baby monitor sits on the table.  THE RED
LIGHTS ON THE FRONT ARE ALL LIT UP.

Merrill sits up.  Graham puts down the children from his lap. 
He gets up from his seat and moves around the table and out
of the dinning room.  He moves through the family room and
into the hall.

Graham opens the closet door and looks in at the television. 
He turns it ON.

Beat.  THE EMERGENCY BROADCAST SYMBOL IS ON THE SCREEN.  A
LOW TONE EMITS FROM THE TV.  Beat.  Graham changes stations. 
THE SYMBOL AND TONE APPEAR ON EVERY CHANNEL.  THE MONOTONE
SOUND FILLS THE CLOSET.  Beat.

Graham steps out into the hall.  Merrill and the two children
are standing there waiting.  Graham looks at them.

                    GRAHAM
              (soft)
          It's happening.

                                                  CUT TO:

INT.  UPSTAIRS HALL - EVENING

Merrill pounds furiously with his hammer as he nails boards
to the children's bedroom door.  The master bedroom door is
open with a board leaning next to it.  Graham is inside his
bedroom

                                                  CUT TO:

INT.  GRAHAM'S BEDROOM - EVENING

Graham walks to the window next to his bed.  It's the same
one we've looked out twice before.

Graham looks out onto his backyard.  The FLOOD LIGHT FROM THE
HOUSE THROWS LONG SHADOWS OVER THE YARD.  There is a light
breeze.  Nothing seems wrong.

Graham's eyes stay locked on the crops which go on and on
into darkness.  He moves closer to the glass.  Watches the
top of the corn stalks swaying slightly with the wind.

SOMETHING MOVES IN THE DARKNESS.

Graham's eyes moves to where the corn crops fade into black
forty feet away.  Graham goes very still.

LINES EMERGE IN THE CROPS; THE KIND OF LINES MADE BY SOMEONE
TRAMPLING THROUGH A FIELD.  WE CAN'T SEE WHO'S MAKING THEM. 
ALL WE SEE ARE THE COUNTLESS LINES BEING FORMED.  THE LINES
MOVE FROM THE DARKNESS TOWARDS THE HOUSE.  GRAHAM WATCHES
THEM CLOSE IN ON HIS BACKYARD.  THIRTY FEET... TWENTY FEET...
TEN...

Graham backs away from the window towards the middle of his
bedroom.

                    MERRILL
          Graham hurry.

Graham turns to see Merrill standing with the last board in
the hall.  Graham moves out into the hall and shuts the
bedroom door behind him.

                                                  CUT TO:

INT.  UPSTAIRS HALL - EVENING

Merrill immediately puts the wooden board up and starts
hammering nails into the frame.  Graham picks up his hammer
and quietly begins to hammer nails into the wood.

Graham glances to his right as he works.  Bo and Morgan are
standing together at the top of the stairs.  Bo holds
Morgan's hand.

Graham keeps hammering as he speaks.

                    GRAHAM
          Did I ever tell you what everyone
          said when you were born, Bo?

Bo nods "no" lightly.

                    GRAHAM
          You came out of your momma and you
          didn't even cry.  You just opened
          your eyes and looked around at
          everybody.  Your eyes were so big
          and gorgeous, the ladies in the
          room gasped.

Graham stops hammering.  Merrill keeps going.

                    GRAHAM
          They literally gasped.
              (Graham gasps like them)
          Then they go, "She's like an
          angel."  They said, "We've never
          seen a baby so beautiful."

Graham smiles to himself as he remembers the moment.  Merrill
finishes hammering.

Graham goes over and picks up Bo.

                    GRAHAM
              (soft)
          And you know what else happened?

Bo nods, "no."

                    GRAHAM
              (soft)
          When they put you on the table to
          clean you up, you looked at me and
          smiled.  They say babies that young
          can't smile... You smiled.

Graham looks at his daughter quietly.  He brushes the hair
out of her face as Merrill moves to Morgan and picks him up.

All four turn and look at the three boarded up bedroom doors. 
Beat.

                    GRAHAM
              (soft)
          Let's go down now.

                                                  CUT TO:

INT.  FRONT HALL - EVENING

Graham puts Bo down in the hallway.  She stands close to him. 
Merrill puts down Morgan.  The four of them stand quietly in
a tight group.

THEY HEAR FRANTIC BARKING IN THE DISTANCE.

                    MORGAN
          We forgot about Isabelle.

ISABELLE'S BARKING BECOMES DESPERATE AND ANGRY.  THEY LISTEN
AS SHE BARKS NONSTOP FOR TEN SECONDS... AND THEN SUDDENLY
STOPS.

THE LOW EMERGENCY TONE FROM THE CLOSET TV FILLS THE SILENCE.

Beat.

                    MERRILL
              (whispers)
          Should we turn off the lights?

                    GRAHAM
              (soft)
          They already know we're here.

THE FIRST SOUNDS OF MOVEMENT ARE HEARD OUTSIDE.  CREAKS OF
WOOD FROM THE FRONT PORCH CAN BE HEARD.

THERE IS SOUNDS OF MOVEMENT FROM BEHIND THE LOCKED BACK DOOR.

SOUNDS OF MOVEMENT AGAINST THE SIDE OF THE HOUSE.  SOUNDS
FROM ALL DIRECTIONS.

THERE IS SCRATCHING NOISES AGAINST THE FRONT DOOR.  METAL
NOISES AS THE HANDLE IS TRIED.

                    MORGAN
              (almost inaudible)
          Dad --

THE DOOR CREAKS AS PRESSURE IS PLACED AGAINST IT.

                    GRAHAM
          Do you know what happened when you
          were born Morgan?

Morgan looks at his father, unable to speak.

                    GRAHAM
          You came out and your momma kept
          bleeding.  The doctors rushed you
          out of the room before I could even
          see you.

THERE ARE THUDS ABOVE THEM.

All four look up.

                    MERRILL
          They're on the roof.

                    GRAHAM
          While they were trying to fix her
          up, all she kept asking about was
          you.

THEY LISTEN AS THE THUDS INCREASE IN NUMBER.

THE FIRST SOUND OF SHATTERING GLASS IS HEARD FROM UPSTAIRS.

Merrill looks up the stairs at the boarded bedroom doors.

                    MERRILL
          They're in the house.

Graham takes Morgan's hand.

                    GRAHAM
          I wanted your momma to see you
          first.  She had dreamed about you
          her whole life.
              (beat)
          They waited till she felt better,
          then they brought you in.  They
          placed you right in her arms.  And
          she looked at you.  And you looked
          at her.  You just stared at each
          other for the longest time and then
          she said real soft, "Hello Morgan,
          I'm you momma, you look just like I
          dreamed."

Graham smiles down at his son who smiles gently back.

SCRATCHING NOISES BEGIN TO COME FROM UPSTAIRS.

The group of four turns and watches the top of the stairs. 
The BEDROOM DOOR HANDLES ARE BEING RATTLED.

Merrill's eyes moves quietly above the bedroom doors, to the
ceiling of the upstairs hallway.  He stares at a rectangle in
the ceiling.  A tiny rope hangs from the rectangle.  Beat.

                    MERRILL
          The attic door.

Merrill sprints up the stairs.

Morgan and Bo watch as Graham follows after Merrill.

                                                  CUT TO:

INT.  UPSTAIRS HALL - EVENING

Graham and Merrill stare up at the ceiling.  There is
movement right above them.  Dust falls from a ceiling light
right next to them.

The rope hanging from the attic trapdoor hangs between them. 
They watch as it begins to twitch and sway.

The springs in the trap door begins to GROAN.  The door
starts to fall open.

Merrill and Graham raise their arms above their head and
reach up.  The door opens a few inches.  Merrill is taller. 
The door presses against his fingers first.  It gives a few
more inches before Merrill stops it.

Graham's finger are barely touching it.  Merrill's face turns
red with strain as something pushes down on the door.

                    MERRILL
          This is a very temporary solution.

Graham brings his arms down.  He sees his children watching
from the bottom of the stairs.  Graham looks around where he
is.  There is a very small table with photos against a wall. 
A laundry closet and three boarded up bedroom doors...
nothing else.  Graham turns to Merrill.

                    GRAHAM
          How temporary?

Merrill's face is a deep crimson.

                    MERRILL
          Twenty-two seconds.

Graham looks around again... the same things... the same
table... the same closet... Graham stops and stares at the
closet.  It has a wooden folding door that opens and closed
on a guide rail.  The wooden folding door is very tall.  Its
top is one foot from the ceiling.

Graham goes to the closet and grabs the door.  He starts
rocking it hard.  Pulling it out... It starts to come out of
its guide rail... Graham leans back with all his weight...
The thin wooden door rips out of place.  One end is still
attached at the hinge.  Graham pulls it straight.  It reaches
into the middle of the landing.  It stands right next to
Merrill.  Right under the attic trapdoor.  Its top is only a
few inches lower than Merrill's reach.

                    GRAHAM
          Let go.

Merrill hesitates and then lowers the attic trapdoor.  It
connects with the top of the closet door and stops.  The
trapdoor is now open almost a foot... We can now see part of
the bottom step of the wooden pull out stairs that lead to
the attic.

Merrill and Graham step away as the closet folding door holds
the weight of the attic door.

After a moment, the spring on the attic trapdoor recoils as
the pressure is let up.  The trapdoor closes.  Beat.

It opens with force, slamming the top of the standing closet
door with a THUD.

The attic trapdoor closes again.  Opens again with force. 
THUD.

The closet folding door begins to pull away from the hinges
keeping it upright.

Graham moves down the stairs.  Merrill follows him.

                                                  CUT TO:

INT.  FRONT HALL - EVENING

THE SCRATCHING NOISES FILL THE HOUSE.

Morgan and Bo are frozen watching a set of long fingers reach
under the front door.  THE COLOR OF THE FINGERS CHANGES -- TO
THE EXACT COLOR AND TEXTURE OF THE YELLOW CRACKED PAINT ON
THE DOOR.

THUD.  THE TRAPDOOR SLAMS THE TOP OF THE FOLDING DOOR
UPSTAIRS.

Graham and Merrill arrive in the front hall.  Graham takes
Morgan and Bo by the hand and leads them quickly down the
hall.  Merrill backs away as he watches the top of the
stairs.

ANOTHER THUD ECHOES THROUGH THE HOUSE.

                                                  CUT TO:

INT.  KITCHEN - EVENING

The swinging door swings open and closed behind Merrill as he
enters the kitchen.

Graham has moved the chairs away from the kitchen table and
waits by it.  Merrill goes over and the two of them push the
table against the swinging door.

They take the kitchen chairs and pile a couple on top, and
jam the rest underneath the table.

Graham leans against the kitchen counter.  Merrill stares at
the pile of furniture.

                    MERRILL
          This is going to do nothing.

                    GRAHAM
          We have to go in the basement.

Graham points to a set of narrow stairs that lead to a
darkened door at the bottom.

                    MERRILL
          There's no way out of there.

Beat.  Graham looks at the faces of his frightened children.

                    GRAHAM
          Did I ever tell you, I dislocated
          Uncle Merrill's arm?

THUD.

                    MERRILL
          Should we make a run for it out the
          back?

                    GRAHAM
          They're right behind the door.

Merrill looks at the boarded up back door.  Graham turns to
Bo and Morgan who stand against the wall.

                    GRAHAM
          He was only a year and half old.

                    MERRILL
              (to Graham)
          What are you doing?

                    GRAHAM
          He was trying to eat a second
          chocolate bar.  Your grandma said,
          "No."  He tried to take a bite, so
          I grabbed it.

THUD WITH A CRACK OF WOOD FROM UPSTAIRS.  Merrill turns and
stares at the barricaded entrance to the kitchen.

                    GRAHAM
          I must have pulled his arm at an
          awkward angle.  His elbow popped
          right out of the socket.

THE LAST THUD COMES WITH A SOUND OF WOOD SPLINTERING.  THE
CLOSET FOLDING DOOR CRASHES TO THE GROUND IN THE UPSTAIRS
HALL.

WE HEAR CREAKS AS THE ATTIC TRAPDOOR OPENS.

                    GRAHAM
          He didn't scream or anything.  His
          arm just flopped to his side and he
          got real still.

                    MERRILL
          They're coming.

Graham moves towards the basement stairs.

                    GRAHAM
          I held him in my lap in the back
          seat as we drove to the hospital. 
          I couldn't stop crying... We need
          to go into the basement now.

Graham gestures for the kids to come to the stairs.  Morgan
and Bo move to their father slowly.

                    GRAHAM
          You know what your Uncle Merrill
          did right after the doctor put his
          arm back in place?  He jumped off
          the table and gave me a hug.  He
          had already forgotten that I was
          the one who hurt him.

Graham ushers the two children down the stairs.  He waits for
Merrill.  Merrill turns from the kitchen door and walks
toward him.  Merrill stops and looks down the stairs.

                    MERRILL
          We won't be able to get out of
          there.

                    GRAHAM
          I'm sorry I hurt your arm.

Beat.  Merrill's eyes fill with water.  He doesn't look up at
his older brother.

                    MERRILL
          I know.

Merrill walks down the stairs.  Graham waits at the top.  He
watches the kitchen door with the table and chairs against
it.  Beat.

THERE IS MOVEMENT OUTSIDE IN THE HALL.

The door starts to force its way open.  THE TABLE AND CHAIRS
BEGIN TO SCRAPE ACROSS THE KITCHEN FLOOR LIKE NAILS AGAINST A
CHALK BOARD.

WE HEAR VOICE-LIKE SOUNDS ENTER THE KITCHEN.  SOUNDS MADE
FROM INHALES, NOT EXHALES.

                                                  CUT TO:

INT.  BASEMENT - EVENING

Graham comes down the last few steps and enters the basement.

                    MORGAN
          We forgot our foil helmets!

Graham closes the door behind him.  It has no lock.

                    GRAHAM
          We need something to wedge against
          the doorknob.

The basement is lined with metal shelves.  The shelves are
cluttered with all sorts of canned goods, extension cords,
cleaning supplies, decorations, outdoor tools.  Merrill
rummages through the shelves frantically.

                    MORGAN
          They'll read our minds!

                    GRAHAM
          You're scaring your sister.

                    BO
          I'm already scared.

Graham puts his ear to the door and listens.

                    GRAHAM
          Merrill --

                    MERRILL
          I'm looking!

Merrill moves to another set of shelves.  He starts knocking
things to the ground.

                    MORGAN
              (to himself)
          They'll know our secret thoughts.

There is SCRATCHING AGAINST THE DOOR.  The doorknob turns. 
Graham grabs it with both hands.  The door begins to push
open.

                    GRAHAM
          Merrill!

                    MERRILL
          Got it!

Merrill reaches between two stacks of shelves and pulls out a
pick for digging in the ground.  He holds it up in the air. 
It has a three-foot wooden handle.

Merrill turns and rushes in Graham's direction.

A single light bulb hangs from a wire in the ceiling.  It is
the only light in the room.  Merrill CLIPS THE LIGHT BULB
with the end of the wooden handle as he crosses the room.

THE BULB SHATTERS.

THE BASEMENT IS INSTANTLY BLACK.

                    BO
          Dad!

WE HEAR THE SOUNDS OF SUDDEN COMMOTION, VOICES.  STRUGGLING
AT THE DOOR.  STEPS ON BROKEN GLASS.

CLICK.  A BEAM OF A FLASHLIGHT COMES ON.

IT ILLUMINATES MORGAN STANDING NEXT TO A RACK OF METAL
SHELVES.  HE TURNS THE FLASHLIGHT IN HIS TINY HANDS.

THE NARROW BEAM MOVES ACROSS THE DARKNESS.  IT FINDS MERRILL
AND GRAHAM LEANING UP AGAINST THE BASEMENT DOOR.

MORGAN MOVES THE BEAM DOWN TO THE PICK, WHICH IS WEDGED
BETWEEN THE DOORKNOB AND THE GROUND.  THE PICK WAVERS A
LITTLE WITH EACH PUSH FROM THE OTHER SIDE, BUT HOLDS.

THE SCRATCHING AND MOVEMENT OUTSIDE THE DOOR BEGINS TO
LESSEN.

Beat.  Morgan slowly moves THE BEAM BACK UP TO HIS FATHER'S
FACE.

                    GRAHAM
          Where's Bo?

THE BEAM SEARCHES IN THE DARKNESS.  THROUGH THE BOXES,
BETWEEN THE SHELVES... IT SETTLES ON A SMALL FOOT HIDING
BEHIND A COUPLE TWENTY-FIVE POUND BAGS OF DOG FOOD.  BO'S
HEAD SLOWLY APPEARS.  SHE SQUINTS AS SHE LOOKS IN THE LIGHT.

                    BO
          I'm okay.

ANOTHER BEAM COMES ON.  IT REVEALS MERRILL AT THE SHELVES
WITH A SECOND FLASHLIGHT.  HE LOOKS OVER THE CONTENTS OF THE
SHELVES NEAR HIM.  BEAT.

HIS BEAM OF LIGHT FALLS ON A RADIO.

He turns the knob to "on."  The radio lights up, but no sound
emerges for it's speakers.  Merrill turns the channel knob
and checks all the stations.  No sound.  No signal.  He
listens to the LIGHT HUM FROM THE SPEAKERS.

Beat.

                    MERRILL
          What's happening out there?

Beat.

                    GRAHAM
              (in the dark)
          I can't even imagine.

THEY ALL LISTEN TO THE DEAD AIR HUM FROM THE RADIO SPEAKERS.

                    MORGAN
          I hope they're doing better than we
          are.  We don't even have helmets.

THERE IS A LOUD BANG.

BOTH FLASHLIGHT BEAMS CRISSCROSS OVER THE BASEMENT AND COME
TO A STOP ON THE DOOR.

ANOTHER BANG.  THE DOOR VIBRATES.  THE PICK WITH THE WOODEN
HANDLE HOLDS IN PLACE.

BANG.

GRAHAM STEPS INTO THE BEAM OF LIGHTS.  He looks at the door
and then turns and faces the lights.

                    GRAHAM
          They're just making noises. 
          They're not trying to get in.
              (beat)
          Why are they doing that?

Graham looks at Merrill's corner of the darkness.  Morgan
moves his BEAM ONTO MERRILL.

                    MERRILL
          They want our attention on the
          door?

BANG.  A beat of silence.

                    GRAHAM
          They're distracting us?

                    MERRILL
          From what?

                    MORGAN
          The book says they're probably very
          good problem solvers.

                    MERRILL
          What book!

                    MORGAN
          They'll find a way in.

BANG.

                    GRAHAM
          Morgan, give me your flashlight.

Morgan puts the FLASHLIGHT ON THE GROUND AND ROLLS IT ACROSS
THE FLOOR.  THE BEAM SPINS IN TINY CIRCLES SHOWING THE BROKEN
GLASS OF THE BULB IN THE MIDDLE OF THE FLOOR.

THE FLASHLIGHT COMES TO A STOP IN GRAHAM'S PALM.  He picks it
up.

                    GRAHAM
          Is there an air vent in here?

Merrill moves next to Graham.  ANOTHER BANG FROM THE DOOR.

They aim their FLASHLIGHTS IN ONE CORNER OF THE ROOM.  The
brothers move in opposite directions.

GRAHAM MOVES HIS BEAM UP AND DOWN CHECKING THE WALLS AND THE
CEILING AS HE MOVES.

MERRILL MOVES BETWEEN SHELVES, ONE AT A TIME.  HIS FLASHLIGHT
PEERS BEHIND THE STACKS OF CANNED GOODS.

A BANG ECHOES THROUGH THE BASEMENT DOOR.

Merrill and Graham are at opposite ends of the room now.

                    GRAHAM
          I can feel air.

                    MERRILL
          Me too.

THE TWO BEAMS OF LIGHT START MOVING TOWARDS EACH OTHER.

                    GRAHAM
          It's getting stronger.

                    MERRILL
          I'm close.

BANG.

THE BEAMS MOVE UP AND DOWN OVER THE FINAL WALL.  GRAHAM AND
MERRILL MOVE CLOSER AND CLOSER... THE TWO BEAMS FINALLY COME
TO A STOP IN THE SAME PLACE... THEY SHINE DOWN ON MORGAN.

HE SITS ON THE GROUND AGAINST THE WALL.  HE STARES UP AT THE
TWO LIGHTS.

                    MORGAN
          What?

IN THE BEAM OF LIGHTS YOU CAN SEE HIS HAIR MOVING GENTLY FROM
A BREEZE.

GRAHAM AND MERRILL TURN THEIR LIGHTS STRAIGHT INTO THE AIR
VENT HE'S LEANING AGAINST.

EYES ARE REVEALED IN THE DARKNESS OF THE VENT.  A NARROW SET
OF METALLIC COLORED FINGERS SHOOT OUT BETWEEN THE HOLES IN
THE VENT GRILL AND GRAB MORGAN.

MORGAN SCREAMS.  THE FLASHLIGHTS DROP TO THE GROUND.  THERE'S
A DESPERATE SCRAMBLE.  FEET MOVE THROUGH THE BEAMS OF LIGHT.

WE CAN'T SEE WHAT'S HAPPENING.

                    MERRILL (O.S.)
          Hold the vent!

SOMEONE PICKS UP A FLASHLIGHT.  WE SEE GLIMPSES OF STRAINING
FACES.  MORGAN SCREAMING.

                    GRAHAM
          Pull him!

THE FLASHLIGHT IS DROPPED AND PICKED UP AGAIN.  WE SEE IT IS
BO WHO IS HOLDING THE LIGHT.

BO TURNS THE LIGHT AT THE VENT.  MERRILL IS THE ONLY ONE
THERE.  HE PRESSES ONE OF THE TWENTY-FIVE POUND BAGS OF DOG
FOOD AGAINST THE METAL GRILL.  HE DRAGS THE SECOND BAG OVER
WITH HIS FOOT AND SLAMS IT AGAINST THE FIRST BAG.  HE QUICKLY
MOVES OUT OF THE LIGHT.

BO FOLLOWS HIM WITH THE BEAM.  SHE FINDS HIM DRAGGING AN
ENORMOUS BAG OF FLOUR OVER TO THE VENT.  HE HEAVES IT ON TOP
OF THE PILE.  HE LEAVES THE LIGHT AGAIN.  RETURNS WITH
ANOTHER GIANT BAG OF FLOUR.  GRUNTS AS HE THROWS IT ON TOP OF
THE REST.

MERRILL FALLS TO THE GROUND EXHAUSTED.  THE PILE OF DOG FOOD
AND FLOUR COMPLETELY OBSCURE THE VENT.  A CAN OF SOUP ROLLS
ON THE GROUND NEAR MERRILL.  HE SLOWLY PICKS IT UP AND PUTS
AN ADDITIONAL EIGHT OUNCES ON THE PILE.

Merrill slowly catches his breath.  He reaches over to his
side and grabs the remaining flashlight.  HE TRAINS THE BEAM
AROUND THE ROOM TILL HE FINDS MORGAN.

HE FINDS THE BOY IN GRAHAM'S LAP.  MORGAN IS SEATED WITH HIS
BACK AGAINST GRAHAM'S CHEST.  USING HIM AS A CHAIR.  MORGAN'S
FACE IS PALE.  HE IS TAKING VERY LONG SLOW HEAVES.  IT SOUNDS
LIKE THE AIR IS GOING THROUGH A STRAW.  HE'S SUFFOCATING.

GRAHAM LOOKS UP INTO THE LIGHT.

                    GRAHAM
          We don't have his medicine.

Merrill looks at his nephew turning gray.

Graham pulls Morgan closer to his body and talks into the
child's ear.

                    GRAHAM
          Don't be scared Morgan.  We'll slow
          it down together.  Feel my chest. 
          Feel it going in and out.  Breathe
          like me.  Breathe like me.

Morgan's throat is closing -- his face is filled with strain
and panic.

                    BO
          He can't breathe.

Bo moves to Merrill and curls up with him as they watch.

Graham closes his eyes.  Beat.  He opens his eyes and talks
into Morgan's ear.

                    GRAHAM
          Stay with me.  Stay with me.  I
          know it hurts.  Be strong baby...
          It'll pass.

Graham closes his eyes -- talks to the darkness.

                    GRAHAM
          Don't do this to me again.  Not
          again.

Merrill stares at his brother's desperate face.

Graham's eyes open as Morgan's tiny fingers press down on
Graham's hand.  The fingers squeeze with all the strength
they have.

Graham looks to Merrill helplessly.  Merrill's eyes fill up
with water.

Graham's eyes close.

                    GRAHAM
          I hate you.  I hate you...

Graham's eyes open as he leans in close to Morgan's ear.

                    GRAHAM
          The fear is feeding it... Don't be
          afraid of what's happening...
          Believe it's going to pass...
          Believe it... Just wait... Don't be
          afraid... The air is coming...
          Believe... We don't have to be
          afraid... It's about to pass...
          Here it comes... Don't be afraid...
          Here comes the air...

A THIN STREAM OF SOUND EMITS FROM MORGAN'S THROAT.  LIKE THE
SOUND OF AIR LEAKING FROM A BALLOON.

                    GRAHAM
          There we go... We don't have to be
          scared at all... We know it'll
          pass.  We believe it... Don't be
          afraid Morgan.

Morgan's fingers relax a little on Graham's hand.

THE LEAKING BALLOON SOUND TURNS BACK INTO THE SOUND OF AIR
THROUGH A STRAW.

Merrill watches as Graham's face stays pressed up against his
son.

                    GRAHAM
          Feel my chest... Breathe with me. 
          Together... The air is going in our
          lungs... Together... We're the
          same.  We're the same.

Merrill watches as Morgan's chest starts to move in sync with
Graham's.

THE SOUND OF THE STRAW FADES AS MORGAN'S BREATHING TURNS INTO
LABORED BREATHS.

Graham's eyes close.  He starts crying.  He speaks to no one.

                    GRAHAM
              (soft)
          I hate you.

Morgan's fingers relax on Graham's hand.  Merrill watches as
father and son breathe together.  Merrill and Bo hold each
other tight.

THE FLASHLIGHT FLICKERS ON GRAHAM AND MORGAN'S EXHAUSTED
FACES.  THEY BOTH STARE OUT INTO THE DARKNESS OF THE
BASEMENT.  TEARS DRYING ON THEIR CHEEKS.  THEY'RE BOTH LOST
IN THEIR THOUGHTS.

Beat.

                    MERRILL
          I should save the flashlights.

Beat.  Graham nods without looking over.

MERRILL PRESSES THE BUTTON ON HIS FLASHLIGHT.  THE BEAM OF
LIGHT ILLUMINATING GRAHAM AND MORGAN GOES OUT.  THEY
DISAPPEAR INTO SHADOWS.

Merrill looks down to Bo, who has the second flashlight in
her hand.  THE BEAM POINTS UP AT THE BASEMENT CEILING ABOVE
HER AND MERRILL.

Merrill nods to her.  She reaches down and presses the
button.

THE BASEMENT IS ENGULFED BY BLACK.

                                             DISSOLVE TO:

INT.  BASEMENT - MORNING

WE ARE STILL IN BLACK.  A VOICE IS HEARD IN THE DARKNESS. 
IT'S MURKY AT FIRST, THEN BECOMES CLEARER.

                    VOICE
          ... Jordan, Saudi Arabia and
          Bahrain have also confirmed.

Graham opens his eyes from sleep.  HE SQUINTS FROM THE LIGHT
OF THE HANGING BULB IN THE BASEMENT.

Merrill steps into his vision.

                    MERRILL
          I found a pack of light bulbs.

Merrill walks back to the radio on the metal shelf.  THE
VOICE WE HEARD IN THE DARKNESS COMES FROM THE TINY SPEAKER OF
THE RADIO.

                    RADIO VOICE
          ... Parts of China and Northern
          Korea are among the few remaining
          to verify withdrawals.

                    GRAHAM
          They're broadcasting...

                    MERRILL
          It came on about two hours ago. 
          Woke me up.
              (beat)
          We won Graham.

Merrill waits for his brother to say something.  Beat.

                    MERRILL
          It went on all night.  Everywhere. 
          It was completely a ground battle. 
          Mostly hand to hand.  You can't see
          them unless you're up close.  A lot
          of people died.  Some from combat. 
          But most from poison gas
          inhalation.  They secrete it.

Beat.

                    GRAHAM
          How many died?

                    MERRILL
          They think over a hundred thousand. 
          They're just estimates.
              (beat)
          But we held strong.

                    GRAHAM
          How do they know it's over?

                    MERRILL
          A mass evacuation by them started
          about eight o'clock this morning. 
          It's eleven now.
              (beat)
          They're leaving.

Beat.

                    MERRILL
          You didn't think we'd make it.

Beat.

                    GRAHAM
          No.

                    MERRILL
              (low voice)
          Listen, there's things I can take
          and a couple things I can't and one
          of them I can't take, is when my
          older brother --
              (voice cracks)
          -- who is everything I want to be,
          starts losing faith in things.  I
          saw your eyes last night.
              (beat)
          I don't want to ever see your eyes
          like that again, okay?  I'm
          serious.

Merrill's face is hard.  He looks shaken.  Graham stares at
the conviction in his younger brother's expression.

                    GRAHAM
              (soft)
          Okay.

Beat.

THERE'S A WHEEZING SOUND FROM THE CORNER OF THE ROOM.  Graham
and Merrill turn to look at Morgan -- laying down on
Merrill's folded sweater.  Morgan's breathing is strained. 
He still looks grey.

                    MERRILL
          He's been like that for awhile.  We
          need to get him some medicine.

                    GRAHAM
          Have they said anything about our
          area?

                    MERRILL
          Philadelphia and its outlying
          counties are cleared, but who knows
          for sure?

Graham looks at Morgan lying limp on the ground.  Graham
turns to Merrill.

                    GRAHAM
              (whispers)
          He's not strong enough to fight off
          another attack.

                    MERRILL
              (whispers)
          I know.
              (beat)
          We need to be sure, before we open
          that door Graham.

The two men stand under the single dangling light bulb. 
Graham quietly turns and looks at Morgan.  He moves across
the room towards him.

Merrill watches as Graham kneels down and reaches to Morgan's
side.  Graham unclips the baby monitor from his son's belt.

Graham walks back to Merrill.  He holds it out between them. 
Beat.

He turns it ON.

A SLIGHT STATIC IS HEARD.  GRAHAM TURNS THE VOLUME ALL THE
WAY UP.  THE STATIC GETS A LITTLE LOUDER, BUT DOESN'T CHANGE. 
THERE ARE NO NOISES, NO SPIKES, NO VOICES... JUST EMPTY
ELECTRICAL STATIC.  Beat.

Graham makes eye contact with Merrill.  Beat.

                    MERRILL
          That's good enough for me.

                    GRAHAM
          Me too.

                                                  CUT TO:

INT.  BASEMENT STAIRWELL - MORNING

DAYLIGHT FILTERS DOWN FROM THE KITCHEN AND PIERCES THE
STAIRWELL TO THE BASEMENT.

The basement door cracks open a few inches.  Beat.  Merrill
opens it all the way.

DUST FLOATS UP IN THE DAYLIGHT THAT SPILLS DOWN THE STAIRS.

Merrill moves up the stairs by himself.  He reaches the top
and looks around.  Turns back down to the faces at the
bottom.  Gives them the thumbs up.

Graham leads Bo up the stairs.  He carries a limp Morgan in
his arms.

                                                  CUT TO:

INT.  KITCHEN - MORNING

THE KITCHEN IS KIND OF BEAUTIFUL IN ITS DESTRUCTION.  BEAMS
OF DAYLIGHT CRISSCROSS THE ROOM FROM THE PUNCHED OUT HOLES IN
THE WINDOWS AND BOARDS.

THE BACK DOOR IS WIDE OPEN.

WE HEAR SOUNDS FROM THE TV FILTERING IN FROM THE HALL.

Graham and Bo and Morgan watch as Merrill walks over the
toppled chairs to get to the cabinets.

                    GRAHAM
          Get the syringe as well.  We might
          need to give him an epinephrine
          shot.

Merrill nods as he begins to search the piles of things that
have fallen from the cabinets.

                                                  CUT TO:

INT.  FAMILY ROOM - MORNING

SHAFTS OF SUNLIGHT STREAM IN FROM ONE SIDE OF THE FAMILY ROOM
WHERE THE WINDOWS HAVE BEEN BROKEN IN.

Graham gently lays Morgan on the sofa.

WE HEAR CHEERING COME FROM THE TELEVISION, FILTER THROUGH THE
FRONT HALL AND INTO THE FAMILY ROOM.

Bo steps out of the closet and looks into the family room.

                    BO
          People are dancing.

She points at the closet.

Morgan strains to look in her direction.  Graham looks at
him.

                    GRAHAM
          You want to see it?

Morgan nods, "yes" as he struggles to breathe.

                    GRAHAM
          I'll bring the TV in here.

                                                  CUT TO:

INT.  CLOSET - MORNING

THE TELEVISION SHOWS A SHOT OF A STREET CORNER.  THOUSANDS OF
PEOPLE STAND IN THE STREETS.  A REPORTER STANDS AMONGST THEM
AND TALKS INTO A MICROPHONE.

                    TV REPORTER
          Today there are no countries, and
          no races, and no differences -- we
          are all apart of the same --

Graham unplugs the television.  The screen goes black.

Bo moves the coats aside as Graham wheels the television and
the television cart out into the hall.

                                                  CUT TO:

INT.  FAMILY ROOM - MORNING

Graham pulls the television into the family room.  Careful
not to trip it on the carpet.

THE GLASS OF THE TELEVISION IS LIKE A MIRROR.

Graham moves the television into position.  THE BLACK SCREEN
REFLECTS THE FAMILY ROOM BEHIND GRAHAM AS IT TURNS.

THE REFLECTION OF A CREATURE SILHOUETTED PANS ACROSS THE
TELEVISION SCREEN.

The TV stops moving.  Graham stays frozen with his hands on
either side of the television cart.  He's slightly bent over. 
His back is to the family room.

Graham straightens and turns around slowly.

Morgan is held by his waist three feet in the air.  Morgan's
face turns to the color of ash as his throat closes up.

For a moment it appears he's suspended in the air.  Then we
see the outlines... and we see the eyes.  The black eyes.

There is a creature close to seven feet tall standing in the
middle of the family room.  It's powdery skin has taken on
the shades, lines and colors of the family room so perfectly,
it almost disappears.

It blinks.

Graham and Bo have turned to stone.  Bo stands frozen in the
front hall.

Merrill comes out of the doorway from the kitchen to the
family room.  He takes two steps into the room and comes to a
stop next to the fireplace.  The inhaler and syringe in his
hand fall to the ground.  The creature is between Graham and
Merrill in the middle of the family room.

Morgan is dying.  THE LAST SOUNDS OF AIR STOP IN HIS THROAT.

The lines of the chairs and windowsill mimicked on the
creature's skin move as the creature moves its free hand.

Graham's eyes shift to the hand.  THREE OF THE CREATURES
FINGERS ARE MISSING -- SLICED OFF BY A BUTCHER KNIFE.

The creature's hand moves to Morgan's face.  It tilts its
fingers and palm back.  THE COLORS ON THE HAND ARE ALREADY
CHANGING TO MATCH IT'S NEW POSITION IN THE ROOM.

A small pore opens up on its wrist.  A YELLOWISH GAS STARTS
TO LEAK OUT OF THE OPENING.

Graham looks up from the leaking poison gas to the face of
the creature.  It's large empty black eyes lock on Graham's.

GRAHAM STARTS TO HEAR A HIGH PITCH RINGING SOUND -- IT BEGINS
TO ENGULF ALL SOUND IN THE ROOM.

GRAHAM STARES HELPLESSLY INTO THE LARGE BLACK EYES.

WE MOVE INTO GRAHAM'S EYES... THEY WIDEN.  WE SEE THE EMOTION
IN THEM.  HIS MOUTH BARELY GETS THE WORDS OUT.

                    GRAHAM
              (soft)
          He's reading my --

THE HIGH PITCHED RINGING SOUND OVERWHELMS EVERYTHING.  THE
ROOM GOES BRIGHT WHITE.

                                             DISSOLVE TO:

EXT.  STREET - NIGHT

WE ARE BLINDED BY A BRIGHT LIGHT.  THE LIGHT IS MOVING.  WE
REALIZE IT IS THE HEADLIGHTS OF A CAR THAT PULLS TO THE SIDE
OF THE ROAD.

The car door opens.  Graham Hess steps out.  His coat is
open.  He is wearing a black shirt and black pants.  A
priest's white collar sits under the lapel of the black
shirt.  Graham looks around in a daze.

We are on a country road.  THERE ARE STROBING RED AND WHITE
LIGHTS FILLING THE NIGHT AIR.  Four police cars are scattered
amongst the tow trucks and the ambulances.

A large group of officers and workers hover around a green
truck that has swerved off the road into a grouping of trees.

Officer Edgar Paski walks up to Graham.  He whispers
something into a walkie clipped to his shirt as he
approaches.  Edgar looks badly shaken.  Beat.  The two men
look at each other.

                    OFFICER PASKI
          What do you know?

Graham stands motionless with his hands at his sides.  Beat.

                    GRAHAM
          There was an accident.  Drunk
          driving.  They weren't sure.

                    OFFICER PASKI
          He wasn't drinking.  Ray fell
          asleep at the wheel.

Officer Paski gestures in the direction of one of the
ambulances.  Ray Reddy sits to the side on the grass.  His
arms rest on his bent knees.

                    GRAHAM
          Is he okay?

                    OFFICER PASKI
          Yes... That's the first thing
          Colleen asked too.

Graham smiles a little smile.

                    GRAHAM
          She's talking... Which ambulance is
          she in?

Beat.

                    OFFICER PASKI
          She's not in an ambulance Father.

                    GRAHAM
          Why not?

                    OFFICER PASKI
          See Father, Ray's truck swerved off
          the road and ah... Hit Colleen and
          then a tree.  She was pinned
          between the two.

                    GRAHAM
          Pinned?  What does that mean?

Beat.

                    OFFICER PASKI
          The truck... the truck has severed
          most of her lower half.

                    GRAHAM
          What did you say?

Beat.

                    OFFICER PASKI
          She won't be saved.  At this point
          she's alive, because the truck is
          holding her together.  She doesn't
          feel much, and she's talking almost
          like normal.  We didn't pull the
          truck out, cause we wanted you to
          come down here to be with her, as
          long as she's awake.  That won't be
          very long.
              (beat)
          Father, you understand what I've
          told you?

Beat.

                    GRAHAM
          Edgar.
              (he starts crying)
          Is this the last time I'm going to
          talk to my wife?

Beat.

                    OFFICER PASKI
          Yes it is.

                                                  CUT TO:

EXT.  STREET - NIGHT

The other officers turn and look as Graham walks by them.  He
walks on, unaware of the stares.

He slows as he reaches the back bumper of the truck.  It
sticks out onto the road a few feet.  He comes around the
side of the vehicle.

COLLEEN HESS is beautiful in a delicate way.  Her straight
brown hair falls down over her small face.  She leans over
the front bumper of the truck onto the hood.  Her head rests
on her arms like a child resting on a school desk.  Her back
is against a tree.  The lower half of her is obscured by the
truck.

She's able to raise her head and shoulders as Graham walks up
to her.  She is shivering slightly.

                    COLLEEN
              (soft)
          Hi sweetie.

                    GRAHAM
          Hi baby.

Graham glances down.  There are bundles of blood soaked
blankets in the area below her.  They peek out under the
twisted front of the truck.  Graham looks up quickly.

                    COLLEEN
          I was just taking a walk before
          dinner.

                    GRAHAM
          You love walks.

Beat.

                    COLLEEN
          I guess it was meant to be.

Beat.

                    GRAHAM
          Does it hurt?

                    COLLEEN
          I don't feel much.

                    GRAHAM
          Good.

Graham touches her cheek.  She starts crying.  Graham starts
crying with her.

                    COLLEEN
              (crying)
          ... Tell Morgan to play games --
          it's okay to be silly.

                    GRAHAM
              (crying)
          ... I will.

                    COLLEEN
              (crying)
          ... Tell Bo to listen to her
          brother.  He'll always take care of
          her.

                    GRAHAM
              (crying)
          ... I will.

                    COLLEEN
              (crying)
          ... Tell Graham --

                    GRAHAM
              (crying)
          I'm here.

                    COLLEEN
              (crying)
          Tell him... See.  Tell him to see.

Colleen presses her cheek on top of Graham's hand.  She rests
on it.  Her eyes are distant.

                    COLLEEN
              (soft)
          And tell Merrill to swing away.

                    GRAHAM
              (soft)
          What?
              (beat)
          Colleen?... Colleen?

WE ARE OVERCOME BY A BRIGHT WHITE.

                                                  CUT TO:

INT.  FAMILY ROOM - MORNING

WE ARE IN THE FAMILY ROOM.  THE HIGH PITCHED RINGING SOUNDS
FADE AND ARE REPLACED BY THE BREATHING IN THE ROOM.

THE BREATHING IS JOINED BY THE HISSING OF GAS AS IT'S BEING
RELEASED.

THE CREATURE FORCES POISON GAS OUT INTO MORGAN'S UNCONSCIOUS
FACE.

THE ROOM IS ENGULFED WITH STREAMS OF SUNLIGHT FROM THE BROKEN
WINDOWS.  THE LIGHT SEEMS TO CATCH CERTAIN THINGS IN THE ROOM
AND MAKE THEM STAND OUT.  THINGS ON SHELVES, THINGS ON
TABLES, THINGS ON THE WALL.

Graham stares at the baseball bat on the wall.  Beat.

                    GRAHAM
              (soft)
          Swing away, Merrill.

Morgan's face is obscured by gas.

                    GRAHAM
              (loud)
          Merrill.

Merrill turns and looks to Graham.

                    GRAHAM
          Swing away.

Graham's eyes are not on Merrill.  Merrill follows his eye
line to the baseball bat mounted above him.

Beat.  Merrill reaches up and takes the bat off its resting
place.

The creature starts to move.

Merrill's hands tighten around the handle as he walks
forward.  He stops.  His weight shifts to his right leg.

The creature begins to turn and becomes more visible as its
lines and colors don't match in position in the room.

Merrill's left leg goes out.  His torso and shoulders turn
with staggering speed and strength.  The bat slices through
the air of the family room... Contact.

The creature gets HAMMERED across the back with the baseball
bat.

Morgan is dropped.  He falls to the carpet of the family room
in an unnatural crumpled pile.  His arms and legs flop
lifelessly to the carpet.

The creature turns to face Merrill.  All the creature sees is
the BLUR OF WOOD as Merrill swings like a lumberjack.  SLAM. 
The creature falls to the ground.

Graham takes Bo by the hand and moves to Morgan.  Graham
picks up his son's limp body in his arms.

The creature moves to its feet.

Merrill's hands choke up on the bat.  Merrill's eyes are on
fire.

Graham leans down and picks up the full syringe of medicine
on the ground.

Merrill SCREAMS as he swings again.  His powerful muscles
pull his shoulders whipping around.  The bat connects with
the creature across its chest.  The creature is thrown back
into the wall.  Two glass of water fall off a shelf and CRASH
ONTO THE CREATURE'S SHOULDER.  The water connects with it's
skin.  The creature makes a HIGH PITCHED INHALE SOUND.

Bo and Graham look up.

THE CREATURE'S SHOULDER STOPS CHANGING COLORS AND WITHERS
INTO A POWDERY WHITE.

Merrill looks back across the room at Bo and Graham.  They
stare at each other with sudden realization.

Merrill looks around at Bo's half-filled water glasses places
all over the family room.

                                                  CUT TO:

INT.  KITCHEN - MORNING

Graham carries Morgan through the kitchen and out the back
door.  Morgan's arms and legs swing limp as Graham walks.

Morgan's head bobs back from its own weight as Graham steps
outside.

                                                  CUT TO:

INT.  FAMILY ROOM - MORNING

Merrill steps in.  THE WOODEN BAT MAKES A SOUND AS IT CUTS
THROUGH THE AIR.  SLAM!  It connects with the creature.  The
creature falls back into the coffee table.  Bo's glasses of
water crack and SPLASH OVER the creature's TORSO.  ANOTHER
HIGH PITCHED INHALE SCREAM.  His torso turns a powdery white. 
Parts of its body are still changing and matching its
environment.  Parts are white.

The creature stands again.

Merrill looks for the next target in the room.  Bo points to
the dinning table where the old chicken teriyaki, bacon
cheeseburger and spaghetti with meatballs sit untouched.

Merrill sees the three glasses of water at Bo's seat.  He
nods.

                                                  CUT TO:

INT.  FAMILY ROOM - MORNING

MERRILL YELLS WITH EVERYTHING IN HIS LUNGS.  His wrists turn. 
His shoulders torque.  THE WOODEN LOUISVILLE SLUGGER SLICES
THE AIR AND SHATTERS WHEN IT CONNECTS WITH THE UPPER CHEST OF
THE CREATURE.  PIECES OF WOOD SPLINTER OVER THE FAMILY ROOM.

THE CREATURE WAVERS AND THEN ALL SEVEN FEET OF IT TIPS OVER. 
IT FALLS BACK.  IT CLIPS THE TV STAND AS IT FALLS.  IT LANDS
ON THE GROUND WITH A THUD.

THE CREATURE'S BLACK, EMPTY EYES LOOK UP IN TIME TO SEE BO'S
GLASSES OF WATER RESTING ON THE TELEVISION, FALL... AND SPILL
OVER THE EDGE -- RIGHT ONTO ITS FACE.

THE CREATURE'S SCREAMS FILL THE FAMILY ROOM -- AND THEN
SUDDENLY STOP.

IT BECOMES VERY STILL.  EVERY INCH OF ITS BODY TURNS A
WITHERED, POWDERY WHITE.  BEAT.

Bo watches quietly from the door.  Merrill drops the handle
of the bat in his hands.

                                                  CUT TO:

EXT.  BACKYARD - MORNING

Merrill and Bo find Graham kneeling in the grass.  Morgan
lays limp in his arms.  They kneel down in the grass with
him.

Merrill sees the empty syringe in Graham's hand.  He looks to
Morgan.  The boy's head is tilted back.  His tiny mouth hangs
open unnaturally.

                    GRAHAM
          His lungs were closed.
              (beat)
          His lungs were closed.  No poison
          got in... No poison got in.

Merrill stares at Morgan.  His body is utterly still.

                    GRAHAM
          His lungs were closed.

Merrill reaches for Morgan's still hand.

                    GRAHAM
          Don't touch him.

                    MERRILL
              (soft)
          Graham.

Beat.  Morgan lies lifeless.

                    BO
          Daddy.

                    GRAHAM
          Don't touch him.

Bo is crying.

                    MERRILL
          Graham.

                    GRAHAM
          Don't.

Beat.

                    MORGAN'S VOICE
          Dad.

HIS SON'S VOICE MAKES HIM STOP.  Graham starts crying.  Every
bit of sadness trapped in his body is released.  He looks
down through tears and tears at Morgan.

                    MORGAN
          Did someone save me?

                    GRAHAM
          Yeah baby.  I think someone did.

                                                  CUT TO:

INT.  WINDOW - MORNING

We look out through the broken glass of the second story
bedroom window.  We see the worn jungle gym.  We see the
single tree throwing shade on the picnic table.  We see the
golden brown corn lining the back of the yard.

And we see the Hess family.  Sitting together on the grass. 
Huddled together in the sunlight.

                                           FADE TO BLACK.