FADE IN OVER -The towering, monolithic trees of deep jungle, inhospitableto men and even more so to men’s devices. A sickle-shapedcrescent moon carves an illuminated gash through gloweringstorm clouds, the foliage below swaying in harmony beneaththe torrential assault from the sky above. The wind shriekslike a irate banshee. This evening is the ideal milieu of a monster.PAN OVERThe undulating forest as we ROLL MAIN TITLES, followed by aSUPER:Carara112 Miles from San Jose, Costa RicaAKA as far from familiarity as we can be. The camera finallycomes to a halt on a small, hunkering structure, the onlysign of human habitation, situated in a distant clearing.EXT. ISOLATED CLINIC - CONTINUOUSThe building is little more than a metal shack, rain pouringoff its corrugated roof and down rust-red walls. Zoom inthrough a single window emitting pale light to enter:INT. ISOLATED CLINIC - EXAMINATION ROOM - CONTINUOUSThe room is clean but tiny and ramshackle, filled with used medical devices obtained from a half-dozen different sources,the large examination table near the door a slab ofcomparable antiseptic white. At a desk in the back of the main room sits DR. VALERIE “VAL” THOMAS, a stunning brunettein her mid-30’s, an AMERICAN PHYSICIAN: charming andconfident, she can do anything better than a man can do, andhides her hint of vulnerability well. She looks up from writing her paper as a clap of thunder rattles the clinic’sthin walls.VALAnd I thought I’d seen some shitty weather in Chicago.Her INTERNIST, MANUEL ARAGON, an affable HISPANIC MAN, entersfrom the living quarters.VAL CONT’DEverything alright back there?2.