FADE IN:

Montage - Various forms of ritualistic behavior blend with

war.

--TRIBESMEN in Africa passionately involved in a local

ceremony.

-- War torn regions of Africa; bodies in the streets.

-- Muslims at Mecca run in a giant circle.

-- A BOY, caught in the unyielding crossfire between Jew

and Muslim, is killed.

-- Countless gather to see the POPE.

-- An AMERICAN SOLDIER uses a Humvee to push an abandoned

car. It explodes.

-- Buddhists carry lighted incense to an alter.

-- A KOREAN PATIENT with a prosthetic leg walks through a

hospital for amputees.

EXT. NATIVE AMERICAN RESERVATION - CAMP FIRE - NIGHT

An OLD FASHIONED MALE ELDER sits near the flame. He looks

at two children. They engage in portable video games. He
CHUCKLES. An invisible spiritual entity watches from a high
altitude. CRACKLING from the fire draws a reaction from the
elder and startles the entity. With concern, the elder
LEANS in and sees cinder RISE to the night sky. It leads
the man's eyes toward the entity. The elder looks directly
at it. This irritates the entity. It swoops down toward the
man. The elder senses this and moves just before a strong
gust of wind blasts into the fire. This causes cinder to
rise once again, but this time, in much greater numbers.
The cinder float to the night sky. When they fade, the
night sky CHANGES to day.
EXT. CHIGACO - DAY

INT. GREG's HOUSE - LIVINGROOM - DAY

Well kept and virtually untouched. The television is tuned

to a talk show.

Host
So, you've had these powers all of your life?

Guest
Yes.

Host
And these visions, they're constant?
(working audience)
On all-the-time?

Guest
Yes--

Host
All of the time?!

Guest
It is constant.

GREG enters through the front doorway. He carries a

backpack. As he passes the sofa in front of the television,
he PACKS it down onto the cushions. His feet POUND as he
exits into the hallway.

Host(V.O.)
Interesting. When we return, a
researcher who claims to have an
explanation for all psychic
phenomenon along with reasons for
thinking twice about beleiving what
you hear. Stick around.
A theme SONG leads to a commercial break.

INT. GREG'S HOUSE - BEDROOM - DAY

Heavily cluttered. The belongings of a physics student and

a restaurant manager are scattered everywhere. Greg
prepares for work. His digital clock suggests a night job.
Next to it is a beer bottle.

Greg
Get out of school, get ready for work...
(takes bottle and observes its
remains)
I don't have time for you, but I make it?
Wouldn't you do the same for me?
(rattles bottle next to ear)
Didn't think so.

He walks to a nearby trash canister and disposes of the

bottle.

INT. GREG'S HOUSE - LIVING ROOM - DAY

Greg walks toward the front entrance. The talk show returns
from its commercial break.

INSERT - GREG'S TELEVISION

-- A glimpse of upcoming mainstream tricks of mentalism

performed by the talk show guest.

Greg doubles back and uses the remote control to turn the
television off.

EXT. GREG'S CAR - DAY

Greg drives to work. As he maneuvers through the city
streets, he searches for a station on his car stereo.

Announcer(V.O.)
Welocome back to science Friday. It is
October 15, 2017. Today, we look
back at a broadcast dated February
24, 2006 in which a young scientist
explains her project in identifying
stars most likely to sustain life.
Afterward, stay tuned to hear a
discussion on the progress since.

Greg
Not much.
(turns radio off)

EXT. LAZY CRICKET SPORTS BAR & GRILL - PARKING LOT - DAY

Greg PARKS his car. Loud music from inside is faintly

audible.

Amy (V.O.)
...then what are you throwing those parties
for James? You know you can't handle them. Last
night, I didn't even know half of the people that were
at
your house.

INT. LAZY CRICKET SPORTS BAR & GRILL - DAY

Well kept restaurant with stylish rosewood theme.

JAMES the bartender stands inside the bar area. AMY the
waitress sits at a stool.

James
Hey Amy, I don't even know half of
the people that I invite, but, I
say we do it again; tonight.
 Amy
One second okay?

James observes as Amy suspiciously GRABS for the stool next

to her, as if forced to do so. She STEPS on one of the leg
supports and stands upright.

Amy
(annoyed)
James says it’s on again--

James LUNGES over the bar and motions for Amy to get down.

Amy
(being pulled down)
Tonight, his place--
(panicking)
After work!

The STAFF reacts jubilantly. Greg walks in with a box of

supplies. He stops and STARES at everyone, amazed by the
outburst. A MANAGER passes Greg on the way out.

Manager
Tag, you're it.

Greg
Hey, if it wasn't for school I'd have your
shift.
(under breath)
Lucky bastard.
(to staff)
Hey...guys, lets first try to make it
through the night, alright! Don't
forget about the game.
(gives box to busser and removes coat)
Cause if you didn't get a ticket your
stuck here...at the Lazy Cricket!
(Walking through table area)
But we don't see anything wrong with
chillin' at the Cricket.
 James
(to Amy)
Here we go.

Greg
The Cricket is it!

Staff
Yeah!

Staff members begin to behave childishly, some PLAYING air

guitar, as others DANCE in hip-hop fashion.

Greg
What else do you need? We've got food,
beer,...
(looks at Amy)
beautiful women.

Amy turns her back to Greg and LEANS forward. She hides her
mocking expression. Before Greg passes the bar, he takes a
glance at Amy. She playfully rolls her eyes.

Amy
Hey there Greg. You coming tonight,
or are you too tired from yesterday?

Greg
Yeah, I'll be there.
(Walks-off)
It's not like I've got someone waiting for
me to get home.

Greg looks back and smiles. Amy does the same. She regains
her composure before she looks at a clock on the wall
behind the bar. She JOGS to the entrance and LIGHTS the
neon "open" sign.

EXT. LAZY CRICKET - WINDOW PANE - DAY

Anxious and curious, an UNSEEN ENTITY looks through the
glass of the front window pane. It repeatedly SHIFTS toward
and then away as time elapses. A work shift passes in a
matter of seconds through the vision of the entity as the
bar's occupants gradually deplete. Amy again pulls the
string on the neon sign. This returns time to its normal
pace.

INT. LAZY CRICKET - MANAGER'S OFFICE - NIGHT

Dull and densely cluttered. Greg counts the night's

earnings. James PEEKS in.

James
Alright Willis, I'm out.

Greg
Have a good night James.

James
(exaggeratedly taunting)
Aww, you're not forgetting about the
party, right? You don't want to
let everyone down now Greg!? Especially
Amy, you know she won't forgive you.
(stretched and grunting)
Greg!?

James LAUGHS. Greg RUBS his scalp, annoyed. His fatigue

melts as he attempts to hold back a smile.

Greg
(whispers)
Bitch-ass--

James
(CLAPS)
Yeah! There it is.

Greg
Yeah alright, I'll go, I'll go!
 (stands and pushes James out the door)
Now get out. Get out!

EXT. SUBURBAN NEIGHBORHOOD - STREET - NIGHT

It is very WINDY and on the brink of a storm. Autumn leaves

SWIRL and SCATTER about. Rap music BLARES as cars struggle
to find a spot. A Stiff lipped ELDERLY MAN stands on the
street near the curb with a cordless telephone.

elderly woman
Come inside you stubborn oap, you know
the police aren't coming. It's just a
party!

elderly man
(to telephone operator)
What?--
(waves gesture at wife to go inside)
What? No, a blasted hoopla. This is
the third night already! It's
nowhere near spring break and these
kids are wrecking the joint! I’ve
got cans scattered everywhere.

operator(V.O.)
I'm sorry sir...

A muscle car RIPS by. The elderly man STUMBLES toward the
curb. The heavy metal music BLASTS from the stereo and
drowns the elderly man's voice. He SHAKES his fist at the
driver. The female passenger LAUGHS as they stop.

elderly man
What!?

operator(V.O.)
I'm sorry sir, we have emergency situations
that require more attention, and besides,
we're having trouble getting dispatches out
to even those areas. If we get a chance--
The old man's voice fades away in a flurry of anger. A
dial-tone interupts.

INT. JAMES' HOUSE - HALLWAY - NIGHT

Greg enters. He nods at people he recognizes, yet allows no

opportunity for conversation. He CUTS through the crowd.

INT. JAMES' HOUSE - KITCHEN - NIGHT

Greg GRABS a beer from the refrigerator. Upon his first

drink, he is overcome with relief. He turns to those he had
ignored and begins to socialize. Their voices are
indistinct amidst the pouring of tequila shots.

INT. JAMES' HOUSE - LIVING ROOM - NIGHT

Amy accompanies SARAH over a mixed drink.

Amy
Hey Sarah, I hear James is always
bragging about his porn collection.

Sarah
Eww, who would sleep with him after
finding that out? I bet he expects
women to do all kinds of gross
things. That pervert.

Amy whispers something to Sarah. Sarah shoves Amy away as

they laugh. Amy then takes Sarah by the hand and leads her
to a closet where they begin to rummage.

MONTAGE - JAMES AND HIS GUESTS ENJOYING THEMSELVES

--At a pool table on the backyard patio, James

threateningly holds a pool stick and explains to a group of
minors to stay outside.

--In the living room, Amy slowly pulls a black leather box
in the shape of a board game from the top corner of the
closet. She dusts the lid. Sarah finds an adult magazine
and turns her back before anyone can notice.

--In the kitchen, Greg parts with everyone and begins

toward the hallway.

--The couple who had startled the elderly man, find an

empty bedroom. They kiss as they enter.

INT. JAMES' HOUSE - LIVINGROOM - NIGHT

Amy places the box on the coffee table. She reaches down to
open it. She REMOVES the lid and reveals the contents.

Amy
(to Sarah)
Hey, check this out!

Sarah stands at the closet entrance. She closes her gaping

mouth just before tossing the magazine in. She RUNS,
excited by the magazine yet eager to see what Amy has found.

INT. JAMES' HOUSE - HALLWAY - NIGHT

Greg approaches a window that overlooks the backyard. He

drinks his beer and notices that outside, several teenage
boys have gathered around a joint. Nearby, a group of girls
LAUGH at them. James walks through the hallway. He speaks
on his phone as he approaches Greg from behind.

James
(covers mouth and receiver)
...hold on, I have found Gregory, and I
am going to scare him...
(SLAMS hand on Greg's shoulder)
 Greg!--

Greg
(startled)
Hey!

Greg SHOVES James and spills his beer. James shoves back.

James
Hold on! My beer!
(laughs pathetically)
My poor beer.

James gives Greg one last SHOVE, his face in full battle
mode. He wipes his shirt and drinks.

James
(to phone)
Hey, just get the hell over here,
alright? Okay, bye.
(hangs up)

Greg
(points at minors)
Hey James, you letting them smoke that
shit here, in the backyard?

James
(exaggerated and drunk)
As long as they're sharing boss.

James sips the last bit of beer left in his bottle, down to
the last drop. He turns and begins to walk.

James
Besides, I promised they could hang
out if they stayed away from the
adult area.
Greg shakes his head in disbelief. He takes a drink and
follows.

James
Come on, let me show you something.

Greg falls behind. He notices a door left partially open.

Inside, a young woman straddles her boyfriend as they kiss.
Behind them, the door slowly opens. It reveals Greg's face.
James intervenes, slowly closing the door, but not before
he takes a look. The couple is startled by the sound of the
door as it shuts.

Greg
(whispers and motions for the door)
Hey? C'mon--

James
Move it! Let them get comfy! I'll put
a spy cam in there for next time.

Greg remains dumbfounded by this.

INT. JAMES' HOUSE - LIVING ROOM - NIGHT

The clamor of talking and LOUD MUSIC surrounds Amy and

Sarah. They sit in the center, crouched around a coffee
table. The small crowd blocks Greg’s view. As the girls
focus, a few onlookers mock them. Taking deep breaths, they
place their hands over the surface of the communicator. The
séance becomes obvious to Greg.

Greg
Aw, hell no! I ain't watching this!

Greg begins to turn for the hallway. James grabs his arm
and makes an appologetic expression. Greg thinks twice and
decides to stay. He makes it clear to James that he does
not approve.
 Amy
Okay,... everyone, be quiet. We need to
focus now.
(playfully)
Let's focus our energy--

They feel a sudden JERK. They point at each other, and

begin to LAUGH.

Sarah
(Gasps)
You moved it!

Amy
No I didn't! Okay?
(laughing)
Calm down. Are you ready?

Sarah
Yeah.

Amy
Alright, let's get this straight.
Focus now.

The room grows silent. A young woman hugs her boyfriend

while two girls, who should be outside, roll their eyes and
GIGGLE. Several people break the silence, MUMBLING as they
leave immediately, unwilling to participate. Amy and Sarah
take notice of this, but simply shrug their shoulders in
disconcern.

Amy
Is anyone there?

Amy and Sarah close their eyes. They become entranced and
very focused. A long pause ensues as only their BREATHING
is audible. Sarah's hands TREMBLE. A male PRANKSTER takes
the opportunity to sneak beside them. He holds his finger
to his mouth, as he motions for everyone to allow him to
continue. They all remain silent. He crouches down,his face
level with theirs as he turns to each of them. He makes an
expression of a person in a complete stupor. James nudges
Greg's side with his elbow.

Prankster
(GROWLING)
Yes!

Amy and Sarah YELL as the prankster continues until he is

out of breath. This sparks an eruption of LAUGHTER
throughout the room. Greg is immediately spotted by Amy as
she STANDS.

Amy
Greg! Come here, I want you
to try this.

Greg
(turning to look at everyone)
Nah, I'm alright, I need to go the
bathroom.

The crowd's attention quickly turns to Greg. They begin to

urge him on. James PUSHES him forward as Amy waves him
over. He resists slightly, but is subdued and placed in
front of the board across from Amy.

Greg
Alright, alright what do I need to do?
You've gotta coach me through this.
It's my first time.

Amy
(takes glass from table and raises it)
First, we need everyone to shut--
(drinks)
Up!

James
Yeah, shut up!
(drinks)
The crowd becomes silent. A MUSICAN takes a cassette from
his pocket and lowers the volume on the stereo.

Musician
(to friend)
Check this out. I recorded it in my
garage.
(places cassette in stereo)

The music begins to play just as Amy prepares to speak.

Amy
Okay, we're attempting to communicate
with spirits. That means we need to
concentrate very hard on forgetting our
surroundings and focusing on absorbing
what they...are trying to tell...us.

The group APPLAUDS as Amy smiles in acceptance. The

prankster and his friend glare at one another, extremely
impressed. She GIGGLES, sending a wave of relaxation
through her body. Her hair SWAYS down, covering her face.

James
Well put, now let’s see it work.

Amy TOSSES her hair back and reveals a grimace aimed at

James. He notices this and avoids eye contact. Amy turns
her attention to Greg.

Amy
Greg, what you need to do, is clear
your mind of everything.
(places glass on table)

She holds her index finger near her mouth as she sways. She
regains her balance and SHAKES the dizzy spell. Greg looks
at all of the unfamiliar faces in the room, their
attention, clearly a distraction.

Amy
(whispering)
I'm gonna put my fingers on the
communicator. You do the same.
(pointing at Greg)
And remember, it only works with two
people, and only after you focus.

Amy, eyes closed, sits silent. Her fingers hover over the
communicator as she patiently waits for Greg. He is far
from focused. He looks at Amy, turns to the crowd, and then
lowers his hands. The prankster plots another joke. Greg
nearly misses. After several seconds, the communicator
receives a TUG. It begins to GLIDE at an average rate of
speed with no particular pattern as it explores the
environment. The group expresses opinions of skepticism.

Amy
Uh--
(giggles; eyes closed)
Greg is that you?

Greg
(confused)
No.

Amy
(opens eyes)
C'mon it's you right?

Greg
No!

This display of emotion has a direct effect on the

communicator, INCREASING its speed as the atmosphere
intensifies.

Amy
Prove it.
 (breathing frantically)
Oh shit.

The lights in the room begin to FLASH.

James
Hey! What the fuck?

The ceiling light bulb EXPLODES above the two minors. They
waste no time and exit. Astonished, Amy STANDS. Concern
fills the room as the sound of CREAKING walls engulfs the
area. The communicator moves faster. Along with this comes
the ZIPPING of the musician’s cassette in fast forward. The
audio passes at a speed much too fast to be considered
normal. The tape runs out in seconds, ending with a loud
SNAP. It was abrupt, yet the silence that follows seems
endless. Some stand speechless. Others gather their things
to leave. Before he exits, the prankster stops and looks at
everyone who has decided to stay. His expression is riddled
with confusion and fear. The musician takes his cassette
out of the stereo. He RATTLES it and notices that the reels
have been broken, now loose in the casing.

Musician
It busted.

James, who stands silent and alone, smiles. Those who

remain begin to ask questions.

Sarah(V.O.)
Amy, what just happened?

Amy
Shh! Hold on.

Amy fails to notice that the board is active without her

assistance. Greg is astounded, yet oblivious to his
surroundings. On her way down to sit, Amy becomes aware of
the sitution at hand. She stares silently at the
communicator as she grips at her sweater over her heart.
The others surround her.

Amy
Greg?...Greg?

Grandmother(V.O.)
Greg? Gregory?

Greg
(sighing)
Yeah?

Amy
(follows communicator with eyes)
You're not doing this, are you?

Greg
...Nope.

Greg closes his eyes.

MONTAGE - GREG'S GRANDMOTHER'S HOUSE

--Bed sheets flap heavily on a clothesline.

--A screen door, brightly lighted by a fixture high on the

rotted wood siding near the roof, bangs against the
entrance.

--From a distance, the silhouette of an old woman appears

through the flapping linens.

BACK TO SCENE

Amy
Um,...alright. I'm going to ask some questions?

Greg nods his head in agreement. Amy nervously wipes the

sleeve of her sweater across her lips. She almost touches
the communicator, but holds back.
 Amy
(shaking her hands)
Is anyone there?

The communicator quickly responds "yes," then resumes its

movement.

Amy
Who are you?

It spells the answer.

"G-R-A-N-D-M-A."

Greg
(eyes closed)
Grandma.

MONTAGE -- GREG REMEMBERS HIS GRANDMOTHER

--Greg's grandmother becomes visible through the linens on

the clothes line.

--She walks up a driveway and pulls a small basket behind

her. She stops and smiles at the front door entrance where
someone waits.

--Her hands reach down and GRAB some books that are
scattered in the lawn.

Amy(V.O.)
Whose grandmother?

--The bed sheets FLAP violently and louder. A vague figure

of another old woman appears in the background. The bed
sheets TEAR away from the clothesline and FLY into the
darkness of a tree line.
(BACK TO SCENE)

The communicator quickly MANEUVERS from one letter to the

next spelling, "Mi bebe’." Amy GASPS and takes a step back.
Tears swell in her eyes. She unknowingly PUSHES Sarah who
stands behind her.

Amy
Greg?

Her blank expression gives way to an intense stare.

Amy
This isn't funny.

James
Hey Greg, I think your cutting kind of
deep with this dude. Maybe you need to
chill out.

Greg
I'm not doing this.

James
Then let go.

Greg
I can stop--

James
(theatrically inclined)
But,...do you really want it to?

Greg looks down at the board, uncertain about the question.

Greg
(angrily)
Man, shut up! You know what? I'm letting go--
 Amy
No, wait!
(regains composure)
I want to try something.

She takes a moment to think.

Amy
How did you die?

The communicator responds without hesitation.

"A-Z-U-C-A-R."

Amy is the only person who understands this. She stares at

nothing as her eyes shift in deep thought.

James
What's az you car? What, as you drive?

Amy
(whispers)
No.

James
A car wreck?

Amy
NO! It's azucar.
(drawn out and whispering)
It means sugar. She had diabetes.

Amy turns her back to Greg, biting her lip as she

contemplates walking toward the door. A tear streams down
her cheek. She wipes it away with her palm.
 James
Dude, that’s low man...

James turns to look at Sarah, who seems completely taken by

the scenario.

James
(soothingly)
C’mon, let me take you away from
this horrible place.

James puts his arm around Sarah as he takes another drink.

He leads her toward the exit.

Sarah
But Amy--

James
They’ll be alright. I’ll show you
around, we’ll talk.

Amy
I thought you were--

Greg
(nervous)
Great, you believe me, can I stop?

The crowd breaks away and follow James. The musician

tosses the cassette on the table in front of Greg. He waves
his hands in Greg's line of sight to distract him. This
distraction is accompanied by faster movement in the
communicator as Greg begins to receive a message. He reads
aloud to himself; eyes closed.

Greg
We...need...to...talk.

It stops just as Greg looks at the people around him who

are almost done clearing the room. Amy, shaken and
confused, is the last person, waving at Greg as she exits.
 Greg
(staring at exit)
Alone?

The communicator slowly CREEPS to the "yes." Greg sits

alone in the room.

EXT. DOWNTOWN CHIGACO - UNIVERSITY ENTRANCE - DAY

Greg, dressed casually, wears a back pack and a set of head

phones as he makes his way from the city sidewalk to the
entrance of a local university. He enters the building that
leads to his classroom. A plaque outside reads Physics and
Astronomy Department.

INT. UNIVESITY - PHYSICS AND ASTRONOMY DEPARTMENT - DAY

The PROFESSOR allows no time for the students to get

comfortable.

Professor
Ladies and gentlemen, welcome back.
It's good to see that we have everyone
here.

He looks at the students, who are only a small fractions of

the classroom's actual occupancy. It seems that they are
all spread far and thin.

Professor
Today, we are taking a break from
our standard physics curriculum to
discuss a new development in the
history of science.

He reaches for a bottled water, takes a drink, and laments

on the topic.
 Professor
Now, this doesn't mean that there has
been some sort of miraculous break
through. Nor, should it be taken lightly,
because after all, any new data, be it
good or bad,... has an effect on how we
view science.

The professor takes a transparent sheet and places it on a

projector. He activates it, and a three dimensional
holographic image of a sky map reflects off of a screen
behind him, its surface covered in hundreds of crystals.

Professor
Depending on how you absorb this new
data, some of you may part ways on
shared opinions, and, of course, some of
you could care less.
(pauses to scan the room)
Let us now get to the point. Last night,
an avid star gazer came across something
that struck him as odd. At first, he was
skeptical and passed it off as a mistake.
But then, after wiping the forty-foot
lens of his telescope, he came to the
conclusion that he had found...
(plain and bluntly)
a new star.

The class reacts in disappointment.

Professor
I know, I know. This must be a
disappointment to you eccentrics,
expecting to hear of extraterrestrial
life, or that there was some mistake
in the calculation that determines,
oh--
(sarcastically)
the escape velocity of Titan for
instance.
He pauses and seems to look each student in the eyes, then,
slightly RAISES his fist.

Professor
A satellite with all the ingredients
of life. If only it could hold onto
them when it enters the Sun's
temperate zone where life can exist
in a billion,trillion,
(sternly)
zillion years from now! See, the fact
is, the discovery of this star is much
more important. This small bit of data,
having been added to the endless scrolls
of human knowledge, is in the here and
now; not a "what if." Before now, it was
categorized as a "never was." It went
from nothing, shot past theory, and
became rock...hard...fact.

He takes an electronic marker from his shirt pocket, moves

over to the projector and places a point onto the
transparent sky map. Immediately, the holographic image
displays the coordinates of the indicated point. The
professor moves the point to the coordinates of the new
star and presses a button on the side of the marker when he
reaches it.

Professor
(pointing at spec)
That star is, or was out there. I know
it. All this done by a single
individual using the most basic of
instruments; a question to guide one's
curiosity. You can apply this to what
you hope will happen in the future, and
what you know will happen, given the
course that is being taken. I know that
as long as we continue to observe the
sky, people will continue to discover
new stars, and why shouldn't they? It
has happened before and it will happen
 again.

INT. LAZY CRICKET SPORTS BAR - DINING AREA - DAY

Greg enters and approaches the bar. Amy is quiet and

withdrawn. He proceeds and does not acknowledge her. He
reachs his office, enters, and shuts the door.

INT. LAZY CRICKET SPORTS BAR - OFFICE - DAY

In his desk, Greg finds the local yellow pages. He skims

through the directory and finds a listing with the portrait
of a theatrically dressed psychic using a crystal ball.

INSERT--PSYCHIC LISTING

(BACK TO SCENE)

He returns it and shuts the drawer. Greg takes a moment to

prepare himself, then exits.

INT. LAZY CRICKET SPORTS BAR - KITCHEN - DAY

James eats strawberries from a dessert tray. Greg enters

and halts.

Greg
(playfully)
James! Don't make me pull out the
store's produce bill. Man, you guys
shove my groceries down your throats
faster that I can sell it!

James
Humph. Ha-Huh..Hey Greg, naw I was just...
(swallows)
making sure they were fresh, you know,
gotta make sure--

Greg
 Get out of here! What the hell do you
care how fresh the fruit is? You're the
bartender,
(shoves index finger into James'
chest)
take-care-of-your-drinks!

James
Nah, but really man--

Greg
(takes strawberry from tray)
Let me ask you something.
(bites)

James
Yeah, go ahead. What's up?

Greg
The other night, at the party, you know,
when we were messing with that thing...
for talking to ghosts.

James
Yo, that was some crazy shit!

Greg chews slowly as he stares at James in disbelief.

James
Well, what about it?

Greg
There's something wrong with you--
Is it yours?

James
What?

Greg
The board, is it yours?

James takes a quick look around to make sure no one is

listening. He walks to a nearby trash can and disposes of
his half-eaten strawberry.
 James
(wiping hands on apron)
Yeah it's mine. It's been up in my
closet for a while now. I mean, before
Amy and her girlfriend pulled it out
that night. I told them not to be going
through my stuff, but, you know, they
just laughed. I was just protecting
my titty books though.
(chuckles)
You know them, they'd probably make a
scene like they've never seen one.

Greg
Where did you get it?

James
At that little corner store two blocks
from here. They've got videos too man.
You just gotta ask 'em right.

James turns his back, trying not to show his menacing grin.

Greg
No, I mean the board.

James cocks his head back, crossing his arms as if in pain

as he chuckles.

Greg
(slightly annoyed but smiling)
Where did you buy it?

EXT. GREG'S CAR - LOW INCOME NEIGHBORHOOD - DAY

Greg drives by a stretch of small businesses in search of

an address.

James(V.O.)
Oh, that thing! Uh...It was my aunts,
 I think. She always talked about where
she got it. I always pass it on my way
to work, but man, I don't know if
anyone other than my aunt was crazy
enough to go in there.

Greg pulls to the curb in front of a building with no

visible name. It is covered in advertisements that promote
psychic readings and literature.

Greg
(to self)
Looks vacant.
(removes seatbelt and exits)
Here we go.

INT. PSYCHIC STORE - DAY

A bell rings over the door. Greg enters to find a

dilapidated interior, much like the exterior. He NODS at
the teller located at the entrance. On the shelves are
images strewn over the countless books, posters, and
novelty items typically affiliated with the occult. He
stops at a display entirely dedicated to the witch board.
When he chooses a book on the topic, he realizes that the
teller is standing beside him.

Teller
Everyone has their taste. Some come for
luck.
(Points at a table covered in charms)
Others, want to change destiny.
(points at a display on casting
spells)
And some...only some...seek knowledge
beyond all physical limitation.

Greg
(chuckles)
I guess it helps to boost sales when you
fit the role. Your boss must be proud.
 Teller
I'm the owner.

Greg awkwardly turns to look at the store's various items,

interrupting the silence as he grabs a witch board from the
display in front of him.

Greg
(smiling)
I'm gonna take this.

The teller takes the item from Greg. He inspects it,

strokes the surface, and then slowly turns to Greg. He
stares at him for several seconds. Greg stares back in
suspicion. The teller stares at Greg some more.

Teller
(sternly as he returns it)
You don't even need it.

Greg makes a look of slight anger as he REACHES for the

board, but is STOPPED by the teller's outstretched hand.

Teller
You don't need this. Everyone else does,
if they want to communicate with those
who are no longer with us, but you
don't.

Greg, curious, relaxes.

Teller
You see, this device...
(points at box)
...is specifically made for those who
lack ability.

Greg grimaces in disbelief and JERKS back. He shakes his

head.

Greg
(chuckling)
What are you saying?

Teller
That this...
(pulls pen from shirt pocket)
...is all you need.

Greg
A pen?

Teller
(placing pen back)
Look at it from my point of view. Would
it make sense if a healthy bird took a
plane south?

Greg
(amused and smiling)
No. Alright, okay, listen you almost had
me...I don't know what you're trying to
pitch, but--

Teller
Do you want to know?

Greg
Know what?

Teller
Do you want to know what's happening?
Why you're here, in this store for
instance? I mean, you don't look like
the type that would be... just... walking
by; not in this neighborhood.

A homeless person looks in through the front display window

as she walks by with her belongings.

Teller
Do you ever notice that you always
 happen to be the first witness on the
scene of an accident...

EXT. GREG'S CAR - HIGHWAY MEDIAN - DAY (FLASHBACK)

Greg passes a stalled vehicle with a woman leaning back in

her seat as if unconscious.

Teller(V.O.)
(mysterious tone)
It isn't fate. You choose to be there,
placing yourself at the spot where you
know something is about to happen.

Greg approaches the driver's side window and proceeds to

KNOCK, immediately awakening the woman. Startled, she rolls
her window down and begins to explain that she has a phone
and that help is coming. He walks back to his car and waves
at the woman.

(BACK TO SCENE)

The teller leads Greg through an aisle of book shelves.

Greg follows.

Teller
And then how, in the back of your mind,
you always allow just enough room for the
important things, setting aside little
time for fun.
(taking a book from a shelf)
Here's what you're looking for.

The teller walks back toward Greg.

Teller
(looking through pages)
It's all bullshit, what I just said.
 Fake psychics do it all the time. Over
generalizations designed to apply to
anyone.They come here all of the
alot, expecting to learn new parlor
tricks for the right price, but when
they see that I take this seriously,
they call me looney.

Greg smiles. The teller gives the book to Greg, it's title,
THE NOSTRODAMAN THINKER.

Teller
Yeah, see? Got you to cheer up. Just
wanted you to stick around, that's all;
long enough to explain. Do you have time?

Greg
Yeah, I guess I can stick around for a
little bit.

Teller
First, I’ll tell you that those of us
with real ability can sense
trustworthiness in others, so I won't
dare lie to you. Or at least after today.
(chuckles)
Now listen closely. You may come to know
me as an instructor, but, if you are what
you seem, I'll be learning from you very
soon.
(takes book from Greg)
This book will help you for now. It
will teach you what it means to take all
space and time, and make it one moment from
which you can choose what to observe. Of course
this is only in theory. Most psychics have to piece their
visions together to make sense of them. But, if
you can master this technique, you might
reach the level of its originator. And, if
you can exceed it, well, we’ll find
out won't we. Here is one thing to
remember. What you choose to see is
motivated by your own interests. Even
when what you discover seems random, it
has some significance to you. As for
 spirits, well, don't let them distract
you...
(passing book to Greg)
...unless it's really important.

He passes the pen to Greg. He inspects it, then places it

in his pocket. Greg skims through the book.

INT. GREG'S HOUSE - BEDROOM - NIGHT

The surface of the bed is covered with notes and school

books. In his hand, Greg holds the book given to him by the
teller.

Greg(V.O.)
How can this be real?

Teller(V.O.)
Contacting spirits is no mystery.

MONTAGE - OTHER PEOPLE EXPERIENCING SIMILAR PHENOMENON

--An oriental man meditates in front of a large,

decoratively framed mirror, incense and candles the only
source of light. The flames begin to flicker, and when they
stop, the man opens his eyes. The smoke from the incense
billows thicker and thicker, until a face manifests in the
back-drop of the man's reflection, his stare proof of
having just seen something miraculous.

-- A fourteen year-old girl sits at a school desk,

completing a rough imitation of a witch board onto a sheet
torn out from a spiral folder. She takes it to a nearby
friend who makes certain that the teacher isn't watching.
They place a penny on the surface of the paper witch board
and begin to touch the coin with the tips of their index
fingers. Their following expressions indicate a response.

Teller(V.O.)
It can be accomplished by anyone. Most
conventional techniques are just ways
 of tricking your subconscious into
releasing it's acute abilities. The
complexities that we absorb over the
span of our lives block them, sometimes,
layered on so thick, that there is no
turning back. But, our minds have ways
of cutting corners. In place of
receiving a direct message, we create
illusions for our senses. This allows
us to blame the phenomenon on an
outside source, rather than admit any
involvement in the occurrence.

INT. LAZY CRICKET - BAR - NIGHT

Greg washes glassware in the sink. He raises a wet glass to

hang on the drying rack. Amy approaches the bar.

Amy
(cautiously)
Hey Greg.

Greg
Hi Amy.

Amy
Did you have any trouble working the bar?

Greg
(takes a deep breath)
Nah. Started off a little rusty, but it
always comes back.

Amy
That's good, no thanks to James. Did he
say why he had to call in?

Greg
No. He just played out the whole," Hey
buddy, I don't need an excuse, I'm sure
you'll understand," bit. But, that's okay...
(shaking water off of glass with force)
...we all know how that goes.
 Amy
Did he sound hung over?

Greg
(sarcastically)
Yeah...
(slams wash cloth on counter)
Let's forget about James. I want to ask
you something.

Amy
Go ahead.

Greg
Well, I think we've been at this long
enough, you and me.

Amy smiles, intrigued and anxious to hear where Greg is

going with this.

Greg
And you know, I haven't done anything to
show you any disrespect.

Amy
Uh-uh.

Greg
(growing nervous)
I mean, you’re a waitress and I'm a
manager...
(sighs)
Will you go out with me?

Amy takes a moment. She acts offended, but then smiles.

Amy
Of course! Just one thing.

Greg
What's up?

Amy
 No sports bars!

INT. DANCE CLUB - NIGHT

The dance floor is completely full as people walk through

the facilities with drinks in hand. Greg and Amy dance in
the center. She takes Greg by the hand a leads him up some
stairs.

INT. DANCE CLUB - BOOTH - NIGHT

Greg and Amy arrive. Their table overlooks the dance

floor. Amy and Greg sit across from each other. Amy is
partially intoxicated while Greg drinks from a bottle of
water, holding his phone beneath the table as he checks
scores for his favorite teams.

Amy
(bringing cocktail away)
Greg, why don't you have a beer?

Greg
(turns off phone)
I’m alright, this should hold me over.

Amy
That's strange, I've always known you to
have at least one.

Greg
Well, you know, things have been different.

Amy
Since when?

Greg
Since the party.

Amy
Oh,...you mean the one where everyone
witnessed all of that freaky...
paranormal...stuff.
 Greg
(laughing)
Yeah, that one.

Amy
Hey, don't let it get to you. I'm sure
those "ghosts" are far from watching
your every move. It’s not like they’re
following you around and keeping tabs
on Greg. Think about it, if you were one
of them, you’d probably be doing
stuff like...watching ladies in the
shower, or possessing guys while
they're in bed with their wives and all
that good stuff.

Greg chuckles.

Amy
(swirling drink)
Maybe later...they might be interested
in what we're doing.

She strokes his cheek as they smile at each other.

Greg
You've got a great imagination. But I'm
not quitting, I'm just not going to
drink as often.

Amy
(sits up)
Well,...
(drinks and slams glass down)
I quit!

Amy takes the drink and raises it off of the table.

Greg
Hey, don't!...
Before Greg can get out of his seat, Amy moves the glass
past the guard-rail next to her and DUMPS the contents over
the edge. She soaks a couple below. The enormously built
male of the couple reacts in anger. He points up at Greg
who now holds the glass in his hand. Greg takes Amy and
RUSHES her out of the club.

EXT. DANCE CLUB ENTRANCE - NIGHT

It is raining. Greg and Amy arrive outside. Greg removes

his coat and places it around Amy's shoulders. They RUN
into an alley next to the club.

EXT. ALLEY - NIGHT

Greg looks over the corner of the wall. He sees the

enormous man exit the club entrance looking in all
directions. His date begs him to go back inside. Amy stands
against the wall further into the alley. She laughs
uncontrollably.

Greg
That dude was huge. Why did you do that?

Amy
It's okay, we could have taken him.

Greg approaches Amy. They look into each others eyes until
they are close enough to kiss. They do so.

INT. AMY'S APARTMENT - BEDROOM - MORNING (DREAM SEQUENCE)

In the darkness, a faint heartbeat can be heard. The louder

it becomes, the faster it beats, until its deafening
rhythm comes to a sudden halt. A flat line blends with the
sound of emergency personnel hard at work. Greg's spirit
sees the nurses and doctors attempting to resuscitate him.
The image becomes smaller as tunnel vision pulls him up to
the roof of the hospital. As he continues to rise, he looks
up to the sky's blinding sun, back down to the city below,
and back up to the sun again. He makes a decision and flies
directly toward the sun. He continues down what resembles
the typical,"light at the end of the tunnel." Resulting in
a gradual deceleration, he stops in outer space, somewhere
between the sun and the earth. When he looks back, the
earth's size resembles that of a quarter. Once again there
is a choice. More confused than ever, he chooses the
darkness of space. Moving at an alarming speed, he passes
many astral bodies, accelerating faster and faster with no
end.

AMY'S APARTMENT - BEDROOM - MORNING (REALITY)

Greg sits up in bed. He was dreaming. Amy sits up, awakened

by his panting and erratic movement.

Amy
(drowsy and whispering)
Mmm... Greg, are you awake?

Greg sits still. He turns his head left and right as if

hearing something too subtle for Amy to detect. Ignoring
her, Greg stands and begins to dress.

Amy
Are you leaving?

Greg
Yeah.

Disappointed, she watches him leave. A bell rings.

INT. PSYCHIC STORE - DAY

The bell is seen above the entrance as Greg enters. At the

counter, Greg finds the owner reading the local newspaper
and drinking coffee. His face is only partially visible.
The teller moves the newspaper to expose his eyes. Silent,
he motions for Greg to follow him to the rear of the store.
They arrive at a doorway with curtains. The teller extends
his hand, prompting Greg to enter. Upon doing so, Greg is
followed into the corridor by the teller, who quickly shuts
the curtain.

INT. PSYCHIC STORE - STORAGE ROOM - DAY

Glimpses emerge, giving hints about the surroundings.

Photographs and newspaper clippings from obituaries are
strewn over the walls.

Teller(V.O.)
You could be anywhere. In an instant,
all of your intentions, everything that
you had planned for in the days to come,
get washed away from the face of the
earth. You are amidst a sea of others
much like yourself who just wanted to
leave an impression. Something...to
prove that they were here, made a
difference, and left in dignity. For some,
dying without having attained this can
become an obsession. This makes them,
unstable, unpredictable, and even
dangerous. You need to focus on those
who have moved on. Those who have
information that can be seen as valuable.
They are the ones, for they have accepted
their fate, and have explored their new
selves in the best interest of all that
is good.

Greg sits at a dimly lit desk. He holds a pencil against a

note pad.

Greg
(focused on the pencil)
I understand, no disrespect, but...I
 can't even get started.

The teller walks to a small radio. Disappointed and shaking

his head, he turns it on and begins SCANNING for a signal.

Teller
Do you remember the party?

Greg
Yeah?

Teller
When you placed your hands on the board,
how did you feel?

INT. JAMES' HOUSE - LIVING ROOM - NIGHT (FLASHBACK)

Greg's hands hover over the witch board. His face is turned
away, clearly distracted.

Greg(V.O.)
It was almost like I was...slipping. Felt
like some unexpected accident.

(BACK TO SCENE)

Teller
Well then, that means you're a natural.
Those who lack ability, focus very hard
on trying to get past the road blocks
in their mind. You, on the other hand,
just need to distract yourself and let
it happen.

A slight grin surfaces on the face of the teller, his back

turned to Greg as he continues with the radio.

Teller
 Do me a favor, keep your hands where
they are. Just close your eyes and
listen.

The teller stops the radio dial on a station playing "TWO

TICKETS TO PARADISE." He smiles and points at Greg as if he
is going to enjoy it. Greg gives one disagreeable look at
the teller and immediately gets his point across.

Teller
(disappointed)
Hey, it doesn't matter what you're
listening to. Later, you won't even
need the audio.

He gets to the next station and finds a basketball game

broadcast. Greg begins to close his eyes, his focus
intensifying on the game as the radio's volume fades into
the background. The pencil begins to move. Greg FLINCHES.
Surprised but not distracted, he opens his eyes. His hand
pushes the pencil as if writing in a cursive lowercase
letter "L" over and over again. His face again looks the
way it did at the party; solemn.

INT. JAMES' HOUSE - LIVING ROOM - NIGHT (FLASHBACK)

Greg has the same facial expression.

(RETURN TO SCENE)

Greg's face hardens in doubt and the movement stops.

Teller
(standing beside Greg)
All you need to stop yourself is to
have doubt.
(walks to radio and lowers volume)
There will come a time when you will be
convinced that this is real. Just as you
 were convinced with Amy's grandmother.
You didn't know that she was diabetic,
yet you produced that information without
anyone telling you.

Greg puts the pencil down. He stands and backs slowly

toward the direction of the entrance.

Greg
I've got to go, I'm sorry. This is getting
awkward. Maybe we can talk later.

Teller
Just keep in mind that there is a
purpose behind all of this. Right now,
you just need to let it sink in.

Greg exits the back area of the store. The teller stands
still for a moment until the bell RINGING at the entrance
tells him that Greg is gone.

Teller
(under his breath as he clears desk)
He thinks its so complicated. If he
only knew that I couldn’t get a pen to
do that for anything. He'll learn.

EXT. PSYCHIC STORE - SIDEWALK - DAY

Greg receives a call on his cellular phone. The ringer

PLAYS "SMACK MY BITCH UP" by Prodigy. Before answering, he
looks at the caller identification. It reads, "BITCHASS."
Greg stops. It continues to RING. He looks around and
decides to answer.

Greg
What's up James?

INT. LAZY CRICKET - BAR - DAY

LOUD and very busy.

James
(shouting)
Hey Greg, where have you been?

INTERCUT - LAZY CRICKET/SIDEWALK

Greg
Me? Where have you been!?

James prepares a mixed drink. He holds a phone to his ear

with his shoulder.

James
I'm at work. Listen, I know it's your
day off man, but we need your help.
This rush came out of nowhere and...

James places a bottle very close to the edge of the

counter. It TIPS over and he begins to FUMBLE it.

James
Fuck!

The sound of the breaking bottle SMASHES through the

receiver.

Greg
(rubbing eyes)
Did you just break something?

James
Yeah. It's no big deal dude. I'll pay
for it.
(whispers)
Shit!
 Greg
Well I hope so dude, because it sounded
like a new bottle!

James
You can tell that over the phone?

Greg
James!?

James
Hey, okay...Are you coming?

Greg
Yeah, I'm on my way. Just try to clean
your mess before I get there. I'm sure
the bar back has had enough of cleaning
after you, I can't have him quitting.
As for you well--

James
I'll see you when you get here Greg.
Sorry about the bottle man.

James hangs-up and looks at the soaked floor, rubbing the

back of his head in frustration.

James
(walking over broken glass)
Dammit!

Greg walks toward his car, places his phone in his pocket,
and retrieves his keys.

Greg
(under his breath)
I should leave you hanging the way you left me.
(fumbles key to open door)
Bitch-ass-fucking--

Greg realizes that he has a car alarm. He regains his

composure and simply pushes the button to unlock the door.

Greg
James.

EXT. GREG'S CAR - DAY

Greg FIDGETS the key into the ignition, obviously upset. He

DRIVES away.

Greg SHIFTS gears manually.

EXT. GRANDMOTHER'S FRONT YARD - DAY (FLASHBACK)

Five year old Greg stands at a screen door, crying as he

watches his grandmother leave for an errand. Grandmother
stops near the end of the driveway and looks back at Greg.

Grandmother
Oh, sugar, I'm only going to the market
honey. This isn't like you baby, what's
the matter. Greg, I do this every day
and this is the first time I've seen
you cry like this. Do you really want me
to stay?

Little Greg
Grandma...
(sobbing)
don't go!

INTERCUT FLASHBACK/PRESENT

Greg shifts again, bringing his thoughts back to the

present. Greg's eyes show the intensity of his
concentration.
 Grandmother(V.O.)
Okay baby, I'll stay.

Grandmother pulls her cart as she walks back to the doorway

where young Greg waits for her.

Grandmother
I guess I don't need another bottle of
rubbing alcohol, I've got two already.
(chuckles)

She opens the screen door and picks Greg up in her arms.

Grandmother
Besides...nothing's worth breaking the
heart of such a precious little man.

Young Greg and his grandmother disappear into the shadows

of the front screen door. The bus arrives at the stop where
Greg's grandmother would have been waiting. Looking through
the stairwell, the BUS DRIVER glances at his watch,
confused as he waits for a short moment.

Old Man Passenger

Where's Miss Willis?

Bus Driver
I don't know. I hope she's alright.

Before shutting the side entrance door, he takes a look at

the empty seat across from him where grandmother would
usually sit. As the driver proceeds, everything is silent,
except for the sound of the bus' motor. As they pass the
next intersection, the silence is broken by the sound of
SQUEELING tires. From outside of the bus, a vehicle drives
a force of energy so intense, that it OBLITERATES the seat
where Greg's grandmother would have been.

INT. UNIVERSITY - PHYSICS CLASS - DAY

The professor, at the end of his lecture, gathers his notes
in preparation for dismissal.

Professor
(humorously)
And remember ladies and gentleman,
your composition on the theory
of relativity need not be formal
I only ask that you express your
understanding of the concept that
took Albert Einstein several
hundred pages to describe, with
at least five hundred words...
of your own. See, I'm a nice guy!
Don't say that I didn't give
you a little brain candy when
you needed it. Besides, he was
twenty-six when he wrote it,
some of you guys are older than
that. You should be smarter than
him. Class dismissed!

The students gradually overwhelm the professor's voice.

Professor
Have a good weekend and be safe. See
you Monday!

He takes his belongings and heads toward the doorway,

passing Greg without taking notice.

Greg
Professor Marshall!

Professor
(alarmed)
Yes, Mr.?

Greg
Willis.
 Professor
Ah, Greg...

He takes a deep breath and looks down before returning with

a smile.

Professor
Well, what profound topic, too valuable
to share with the classroom...
(stops smiling)
have you felt intrigued to bring to my
attention at this very last second? Must
be important.

Greg
I just wanted to ask...Well, what do you
think Einstein would say if he were here
today?

Professor
(surprised)
That definitely is profound whether you
think so or not, but to answer your
question, I think that he might say the
same things as when he was alive. In a
world that knew it all, where the
scientific community was at the end of
it's rope, Albert Einstein knew more. He
wasn't afraid to share that with everyone.
They needed someone to take it to the
next level, and that is what he did. It
is quite similar to the finding that we
discussed in the previous lesson. Just
when you think there's nothing else to
learn, someone like him comes around to
teach you more. The physical world may
change Mr. Willis, technology, languages
and so on, but people stay the same.
That's why we need to keep learning.

The professor turns to place his books on a table. He

points in the air as if to hold Greg's attention. Greg
takes this as a sign that the professor is about to give
him too much information. He takes the chance to leave. The
professor notices this and smiles, for it was his intention.

Professor
(tauntingly)
On the contrary, some people in marketing
take advantage of this, rotating topics
in cycles that might take years to
resurface, seeming new to generations
who missed the last go round! As for
Einstein's personal opinion, he may be
looking down on us at this instant with
all the secrets of the universe.
Mr. Willis!...I hope that I helped!
(under breath)
Ah, good...he's gone.

INT. GREG'S APARTMENT - LIVING ROOM - NIGHT

Greg sits at his desk, revising his assignment.

Professor(V.O.)
...he may be looking down on us at this
instant with all the secrets of the
universe...

Yawning, he flips a copy of the THEORY OF RELATIVITY over

to look at a photograph of Einstein. He rubs his eyes and
places his head on the desk.

INT. GREG'S LIVING ROOM - NIGHT (DREAM SEQUENCE)

MONTAGE - GREG'S DREAM

-- Greg takes his pen and places it on his notebook where

it instantly begins to move, its pattern the same as before.

-- Greg’s spirit sees the hospital below as he rises in

reverse.
-- At James' party, Amy waves Greg over to the witch board.

-- Greg sees the sun and flies toward it.

-- Young Greg cries at the screen door of his grandmother's

home.

-- Greg’s spirit sees the earth and the sun, but chooses
the darkness of outer space.

--The psychic store owner offers a book.

-- The professor points out specific areas on a large

projector image of a sky map.

All of these images are rotated at a subliminal rate, in

sinque with the pen in Greg's hand until it comes to a
complete stop. In what seems like a trance, Greg
experiences a separation from his surroundings. As the room
spins, a thin haze surrounds him. It dims and lights in a
pattern that resembles the effect of lightning set deep
within a storm cloud. A loud, constant RUMBLE accompanies
this. It all subsides as the spinning slows.

Greg
Who is this?

The pen moves. It spells, "you know," in cursive. Greg

places the pen at his side.

(REALITY)

He awakens, his face pressed against his notebook as he

comes to the realization that he was dreaming. Shaking his
head, he peers down at his notebook.

Greg
(revising the sheets)
I was asleep.
 Teller(V.O.)
This is not a part of some divine plan.
It is something that has been brought
upon by your own personal agenda.

INT. PSYCHIC STORE - STORAGE ROOM - DAY

The teller sorts through books on a shelf. He pushes a book

cart as he moves to the next.

Teller
It's the same as meeting new people.
You surround yourself with those who
share the same interests.
(stops to look at Greg)
Think about it. As a student of physics,
there would be nothing greater than to
chat with the likes of Einstein.

Greg
But I was dreaming.

Teller
The message is forcing itself through.
It knows that you're willing to
listen. That's all that matters. It's
the only thing that separates us from
the spiritual entity. Most people shun
our practices because they think that
it all leads to evil. We as psychics
understand that each individual spirit
is just a person, made up of its own
experiences which in turn, determines
its personality. The trick, is separating
the good from the evil--

Greg
I think I can do that.

The teller, whose back is turned, stops sorting. He places

the remaining books on the cart and turns.
 Teller
(confused)
What do mean? We haven't covered that
yet. It takes a very long time to learn.
And as I said before, it’s all fragments
and questions that need to be verified
by the spirit.
(walks toward Greg)
Actually, the technique
hasn't even been perfected. Their
ability to pry into our minds--

Greg
Well, I think I've done it.

The teller blinks his eyes rapidly. He turns away.

Greg
It's my grandmother. She helps me see.

Teller
(looks at Greg)
That might explain a few things. You
may have been brought up as a psychic,
unlike those of us who had to learn it
on our own. Yeah, that's right isn't it? Yeah.
Well, lets go on. Whether it
came directly or in a dream,
you're getting what you want;
an answer.
(Moving across the room)
It's a lot more than most people get,
although it can be a curse.

Greg
A curse?

Teller
Well, once people start to hear about
this...when it goes public, there's
gonna be some commotion.

Greg
What if I don't tell anyone? I keep it
 to myself, no one has to know about it.
Right?

Teller
If you are convinced beyond any doubt,
that you have learned through your
practices, an important message that
needs to be addressed; you need not
concern yourself with being heard. I
will handle that.

Greg becomes silent and very serious. He breathes

unsteadily as he prepares for his question.

Greg
How do you handle it? What, are you going
to publish my findings or--

Teller
I am part of a network. We report
findings to one another, take predictions,
judge their validity. And, recently,
we've begun passing our collective
information to others. Its how we evolve
in our practices. Not all of us are
natural psychics like yourself.

They pause as Greg slowly paces the room, lamenting on how

he should react.

Teller
If you wish to remain anonymous, you
can do so. As for our reputation, we
seldom have trouble getting publicity.
The only problem, depending on your
information, will be keeping your
identity a secret.

Greg
Why?

Teller
Things have a way of going public my
 friend, and the public is full of people
who may share differences in opinion.
Small differences between similar
beliefs have been known to cause severe
grief, so you must imagine what someone
may think of what you discover.

The teller motions to Greg to follow him out of the back

area.

INT. PSYCHIC STORE - DAY

The teller leads Greg through the aisles in the direction

of the exit.

Teller
You be careful...
(points to register)
or you might find yourself stuck behind
that counter.

Greg
Is something wrong with that?

Teller
No, it just happened to me because there
are countless others like myself who have
reached the plateau of what we consider
to be the highest level of telepathy.
We come a dime a dozen these days you
know. With that being said, it was I who
foretold that we would soon see the
next, more advanced generation of
psychic. For this reason, I wanted to
stay involved. So, they give me a desk
job.
(chuckles)
But, I don't think you need to worry
about that.

Greg
Oh, am I not good enough?
(smiles)
 Teller
No. It is because, so far...You're the
first of your kind. There is no dime a
dozen for you my friend.

MONTAGE - GREG COMING TO TERMS WITH HIMSELF.

-- Greg sits at his desk doing his homework. He pauses and

looks at the NOSTRODAMAN THINKER. He closes his notebook
and begins to read it.

-- At a movie theatre entrance, a homeless man sits with

his hand outstretched in begging. Greg and Amy pass him on
the way in. Greg asks Amy to wait as he takes change from
his pocket and hands it to the man. When their hands touch,
Greg sees visions of a man tormented by his own criminal
past.

-- At James' house, the television is tuned to a basketball

game. Greg and James sit on the sofa drinking beer. In the
reflection of the television, Greg sees a woman walk behind
the sofa toward the kitchen. Greg explains this to James,
but he only laughs. Greg shrugs and takes a drink.

-- In the storage room at the psychic store, Greg paces

and explains his experiences, as the teller takes notes.

--At the restaurant, the cooking staff exits the front

door. Greg locks it behind them and walks toward the back
area. The restaurant lights turn off.

INT. GREG'S HOUSE - LIVING ROOM - NIGHT

Greg enters, still wearing his work clothes. He walks in

and tosses his jacket onto the sofa. Staring at his desk,
he walks to it and stands beside it silently.

EXT. SKY - NIGHT

There is a sudden FLASH of white light accompanied by a

heavy BOOM. When the light fades, the perspective of the
unseen entity HOVERS high above the city among the clouds.
Through a pulsating and persistent deep RUMBLE, noises
blend together in a barrage of everyday sounds. The lights
of the city shift around in unison with the unsteady
movement of the entity. Greg's voice is barely audible, yet
distinct enough to be heard above the clutter.

Greg(V.O.)
Who is this?

The entity descends down to Greg's house, the RUMBLING much

heavier and continuous.

INT. GREG'S HOUSE - NIGHT

It passes through the walls and directly to Greg's hand

which holds a pen to paper. Greg stares blankly at the pen
as it has been looping repeatedly. It writes the answer.

"You know."

Greg speaks the questions and answers out loud.

Greg
How is it that we can communicate?

"Energy is a...constant...and we are all energy."

Greg
What have you seen?

"All...of-it."

Greg
Can you describe it?

"No."

Greg
 Is it too much to mention all at once?

"Yes."

Greg
If you could give the world a message,
what would it be?

"We must destroy the bomb...before the bomb destroys us..."

Greg stops writing, and places the pen down. He stares

blankly at the wall in front of him.

Greg
"...for there is no escaping the
inevitable."

Greg sits still. The seriousness of what he has just said

seems to confuse him. He holds the tips of his fingers to
his lips. He sees the pen in front of him and reaches for
it once again.

Greg
What can I tell them to make them
believe that it was you?

Greg places the pen to paper. It writes,"E=MC2."

Greg
So they either believe me or they
don't?

"Pre-cise-ly."

Thank you.

"Thank-you-lad."

(TWO WEEKS LATER)

INT. PSYCHIC STORE - STORAGE ROOM - DAY

A group has gathered to hear of Greg's experiences.

Teller
In death, it is said that the souls of
the deceased linger in places that they
are drawn to by the memories that they
represent. This is commonly known
throughout the world as the nature of
the spiritual entity. But why? With no
limitations and the ability of a
spirit roaming freely, why stick around?
Why not take the liberty to explore?

As the others sit in silence, one woman walks to Greg.

Vanessa
(Extending her hand)
Hi Gregory, I'm Vanessa.

Greg
(shakes Vanessa'a hand)
Nice to meet you...

Vanessa holds Greg's hand for a moment, cocking her head

slightly as she observes his movements and uncomfortable
posture.

Vanessa
How long have you been practicing?

Greg
Not long.

Vanessa
(intrigued)
So, you were chosen?

Teller
(interrupting)
It seems that way. Greg and this entity
 seem to share an interest.

Vanessa
(cocking head as she stares)
Interest in what?

Teller
Physics.

Vanessa
(bends forward and looks closely at
Greg’s eyes)
I need to read him, through the question.

Greg seems uncomfortable with her proximity.

Teller
As I was saying. Why does a spirit feel
intrigued to stay here to "haunt" the
living?

Vanessa nods her head and smiles. She straightens her

posture, pats Greg on the shoulder then walks back to her
seat. A YOUNG ASSOCIATE raises his hand, surprising
everyone with his initiative. He looks to those beside him,
and then to a man who sits alone. The man approves, nodding
his head so that the associate may continue.

Young Associate
It's like a curse right? Sort of like a
spell that binds the dead to the living.

Teller
That's one theory, which has actually
been proven to be partially true,
depending on the individual spirit and
the way in which it lost its life. And
it's not necessarily a curse as much as
it is an infatuation. Greg tells us
that it is because they are running out
of time. As a spirit, one eventually
fades away, joining the universe in its
collective of energy.
 Greg
In a way, it's the spiritual version of
what happens to the body after death.

Several people take notes of what is being said, as one man

sits silent and only observes. The teller gestures to Greg
to continue. Greg stands.

Greg
I think this one spirit has found a way
to overcome this. He claims to be Albert
Einstein. Of course, I don't know what to
believe at this point.

The silent man nods in agreement.

MONTAGE - ALBERT EINSTIEN'S SECRET FORMULA

-- The hand of an old man writes on a chalk board in an

empty classroom.

--The chalkboard is cluttered with equations and drawings

that would seem like nonsense to the mainstream
mathematician.

-- On his death bed, his hand sits on his chest. It gently

rises several inches, quivers slightly, then falls.

-- From the perspective of a spiritual entity, he draws

very near to his mourning wife at his funeral. He slowly
passes all of his family members as they console each
other. He then turns to the ceiling and blasts off at a
great speed.

-- In an instant, he finds himself in outer space hovering

amongst the stars. He takes a moment to admire the view,
then dashes toward the darkness of outer space.

Greg(V.O.)
He devised a secret plan during his life
that he would pursue in death. The
 formula led him to believe that, as a
spirit, if he was to pass through a black
hole, that it would make him continue to
exist as an individual, instead of
becoming part of the collective of
energy that we are all destined to join.
This allowed him to explore the universe
at his own pace. The only thing, is that
he risked running out of time before
reaching his goal, possibly eliminating
the moments that he could have spent in
the presence of loved ones.

BACK TO SCENE

Behind Vanessa, the man sitting in the dark corner, stands.

Edward
Hello Greg, I'm Edward.
(walks to Greg)
Now, although this all seems very
interesting, you must understand that
we have a process, the meaning behind
which is to verify your findings for
people such as myself who take interest
in, but lack the abilities that you
have. There have been many before you
who have come forward with information
in regards to highly sensitive issues,
even in life and death situations. Some
people don't care what happens to others,
and to tell you the truth, some even
intend to cause harm. That is why I have
to take some precautions.

Greg
I understand.

Edward
Look, you don't know the difference,
but we usually only send one person.
That would be Vanessa. But, when I heard
about you, I knew right away that this
 was important. Vanessa, along with
others, felt that something significant
was happening. Listen, if I've heard
about this, that means that so have
others, or at least some version of it...

Greg, stunned, looks at the teller, who humbly shrugs his

shoulders.

Edward
They're going to want to know the truth.
Now, are you sure that you want to go forward
with this?

Greg
Can I ask you something?

Edward
Of course.

Greg
What's the name of your organization?

Edward
Ah. It doesn't have a name. We don't
even know how long it's been around.
It is as much of an artifact as some
of our collected items. All we have
is carbon dating. Some of the items
in our archives date back to
prehistoric times. In reality, our
organization is scattered throughout
the world. All it is, is people with
the same interests sharing findings and
ideas. Some branches, like this store,
run on minimal funding. Others, like my
own, have investors.

Greg
Oh.

Edward
Alright then Mr. Willis, I guess we'll
be going now. Let me tell you, this
sure does put a spin on everything we
 think we know about the spiritual world.
(reading a copy of Greg's writings)
E=mc2?... Seems he hasn't lost his sense
of humor. Well, we'll get on it.

Edward leads Greg out of the room, shortly after which the
others follow, with the exception of the teller. He stays
behind and watches everyone leave, standing still and
smiling.

INT. EDWARD'S BRANCH - LOBBY - DAY

Greg paces and checks his watch, observing posters and

newspaper clippings that are mounted on frames. They are
printed with stories and photographs of alleged paranormal
phenomenon. A hallway door opens and a TECHNICIAN enters.

Technician
Mr. Willis?

Greg
Yes.

Technician
I’m John, I'll be screening you today.

INT. EDWARD'S BRACH - HALLWAY -DAY

Greg
How often do you have to screen...uh...
potential psychics?

Technician
Maybe once or twice a week. I haven't
had a real case in months. Most are
quacks. Of course, I don't tell ‘em
that. I hear you're different. Anyway,
other than this, I'm usually out doing
field work and sorting through archives--

Greg
 Must be fun.

The technician stops and looks at Greg with a stern

expression.

Technician
Tell me, how fun you think it would be
sorting through all this.

He leads Greg through a double doorway and into a warehouse.

INT. EDWARD'S BRANCH - WAREHOUSE - DAY

Row after row of boxes and shelved items. Greg looks into a
small cardboard box that is sticking out of one of the
aisles. It is full of electro-magnetic sensors, goggles,
and other commonly used items for measuring paranormal
activity.

Technician(V.O.)
This is where all of the evidence for
hoaxes and debunked phenomenon is kept.

INT. EDWARDS BRANCH - DISPLAY HALLWAY - DAY

They continue. Artifacts are visible through window cases

which line both sides, each varying in size.

Technician
These items are considered genuine.
Only stories about them remain.
Apparently, they lose their power after
being separated from the original owner.
I think that's how we came to learn that
the user, not the item, causes the
phenomenon.
(rubbing hands together)
Tools for tricking your brain huh?
INT. EDWARD'S BRANCH - INTERVIEW ROOM - DAY

There is a single table in the center, and two chairs. A

camera is perched high on a wall. Greg sits at the table
with what seems to be an excessive amount of sensors
attached to his body and head. The technician makes some
final adjustments before proceeding.

Technician
Just relax and answer as truthfully as
you can. How are you doing today?

Greg
(sarcastically)
Great.

The technician looks at the machine's readings, pauses,

then makes eye contact with Greg for several seconds.

Technician
Apparently not...

Greg
(smiling)
Well no, not really. Actually, I was
doing fine until I found out that I'd
be going through a series of tests.

Technician
May we begin?

Greg
(continues with sarcasm)
Sure.

MONTAGE - GREG GOES THROUGH TESTING PROCEDURE

-- Greg lies on the slab of an MRI machine as he is slowly

inserted into the encased scanner. Greg still looks
disappointed.
-- The technician holds a flash card with a shape printed
on it so that Greg cannot see it. In front of Greg are
cards with each possible answer. The card that the
technician is holding is not one of the cards in front of
Greg. Greg simply nods his head and looks at the mounted
camera in disappointment.

-- Greg uses his technique of communicating with spirits,

writing on a notepad as the technician measures his brain
activity. The readings show above average activity, making
the technician smile as he stops to take notes.

-- Greg's hand writes on the notepad which is already full

of messages to John the technician. It says "John." "It's
dad." "Son, I love you." The technician looks devastated as
he sheds a tear. Greg puts the pen down and pats him on the
back, rolling his eyes as he stands to leave.

Technician(V.O.)
What is your name?

Greg(V.O.)
Gregory Willis.

Technician(V.O)
How old are you?

Greg(V.O.)
Twenty-eight.

Technician(V.O.)
How many chairs are at this table?

Greg(V.O.)
Two.

Technician(V.O.)
Gregory, can you tell me how you came to
be involved in your recent practices?

Greg(V.O.)
It started at a party. I never really
had any interest. A friend asked me to
join her in this séance, and it just
took off from there.
 Technician(V.O.)
Is this something over which you feel
you have control.

BACK TO SCENE

Greg
I think trying to control it is what
complicates it. I just let it run it's
course. If I had to explain it, I guess
I would say that...somewhere in my mind,
I can translate the information that’s
coming through so that it makes sense.
After that, all I do is jot the answers
down.

Technician
Let me get this straight. Where someone
else might interpret a vision with their
own metaphoric views, you actually see it
for what it is?

Greg
I guess so.

Technician
I’ve never heard of that.

Greg
What do you mean?

Technician
Well, say the information coming through,
in all actuality, is that you’re going
to die by drowning in your pool. Your
mind might interpret it by seeing the
sky turn to liquid. Suddenly, you’re
playing a game of blackjack and you bust.
Of course, you wouldn’t understand that
because you’ve always seen it for what
it is. Even the most advanced psychics
struggle with their visions before they
get the message right...Whoa! Okay. Uh,
let me move on.
 (whispers)
Damn this is crazy.

Concerned, Greg looks at the technician who has become

fidgety.

Technician
Okay, at this party, what paranormal
activity did you witness?

Greg(V.O.)
Aside from communicating with my
girlfriend's dead grandmother, there
were things that happened...nearly
cleared the room.

Greg sits still for a moment. He bows his head in

recollection.

INT. JAMES' HOUSE -LIVING ROOM - NIGHT (FLASHBACK)

At James' party, the walls creak. The lights flash and the
bulb above the minors explodes. The cassette zips to the
end in a matter of seconds.

(PRESENT)

INT. LAZY CRICKET SPORTS BAR - BAR - DAY

James
You told them about that? About the
creaking walls and the power surge...?

Greg
Yeah, why?

Greg stands behind James, waiting for his answer. James

stops working as he slowly turns to face Greg. He finally
leans back on the bar and begins to explain.

James
(extending palms in need of
understanding)
The walls creaking,...that was just the
wind Greg. It's been a problem in my house
since I was a kid. Hell, I use to scare
my buddies there with ghost stories
all-the-time. In the back of my mind, I
was already expecting it. Happened
right on cue every now and then just
like that night. I took it for granted
man. Sorry.

INT. JAMES' HOUSE - LIVING ROOM -NIGHT (FLASHBACK)

At the party, James looks at the creaking ceiling. He hides

his smile by wiping his mouth with his wrist.

INT. JAMES' HOUSE - BASEMENT- NIGHT (FLASHBACK)

Dark and cluttered. The television plays an adult

entertainment movie. In front of the television James and
Sarah sleep on the sofa, nude underneath a bed sheet. He
wakes to the smell of smoke. He is not completely awake as
he checks to see if his bong is lit. He notices a small
fire beneath a circuit box in the corner. It drop sparks on
a small pile of old grease rags. He tears the bed sheet
away from Sarah and runs to turn out the flame, stomping at
it. His socks catch fire. He grabs a broom and lowers the
main power switch. A surge of energy causes a giant spark
at the end of the broom. The lights go out as James falls
back.

James (V.O.)
And that tape, just a power surge.
Caused a fire at my house that time that
I called-in. I spent that entire day
just waiting for the electrician to show,
didn't get any sleep...It was a big fire
dude.
BACK TO SCENE

Greg seems discouraged. He remains silent. He places his

wash cloth on the counter.

James
(intrusively)
It's not a big deal right? I mean, everyone
knows what really happened.

James backs away. He allows Greg to pass. Greg proceeds to

his office.

INT. LAZY CRICKET SPORTS BAR - MANAGER'S OFFICE - DAY

Greg thrashes his weight onto his chair.

Greg
(blindfolding eyes with palms)
What-the-hell am I doing? These people
can't be serious! I don't even know
what's happening....aargh!

Wiping his face, he begins to reach for his cellular, at

which time it begins to ring. He glares at the screen and
smiles when he sees the listing.

Greg
Hello?

Amy(V.O.)
Hey.

Greg
Hey, what's going on?

Amy(V.O.)
 Not much, just here. What are you doing
after work?

Greg
Coming to your place.

Amy(V.O.)
Oh really? Uninvited and everything huh?

Greg
(stretching)
Yes.

INT. AMY'S APARTMENT - LIVING ROOM - NIGHT

Intimate setting. Greg sits on the sofa, cornered and

supporting Amy's back against his chest.

Amy
Mmm, you're warm...
(snuggling)
Greg?

Greg
Yeah?

Amy
Do you really think you're fooling
yourself?

Greg
I don't know.

Amy
I don't. You got in touch with my
grandmother. You can't fake that.
And you don't even know Spanish.
Explain that away.

Greg
I can't.

Amy
I've always wanted do stuff like that.
 Solve a case, or find a missing kid.
James is so stupid. He's your friend.
He's supposed to encourage you.

Greg
He was trying to help.

Amy
And what about that organization? What
do they say.

Greg
(insecurely)
They say that I'm genuine,...
(looks down)
but they also say that I'm isolated.

Amy
What?

Greg
Yup, that I'm experiencing something that
(sighs)
hasn't happened before.

Greg stands. Amy moves as he continues.

Greg
They also want to see if we can take it
further.

Amy
How do you do that?

Greg arrives at the window. It overlooks the city. The moon

is in his view. He stares at it.

Greg
(mumbles)
Hypnosis.

Amy
(chuckles)
 What?

Greg
(smiling and turning to Amy)
Hypnosis!

Amy
(giggling)
Hypnosis? Well, just make sure they
don’t make you cluck like a chicken,
or have you make-out with a guy.

Greg
(playfully approaches Amy
threateningly)
Oh, you think it's funny...

Amy
(laughing)
I want a tape please.

Greg tickles Amy.

Amy
(laughing)
Ah! Make it a DVD so I can show you
later in slow motion!

Greg
You better shut up!

They stop.

Amy
Make me.

Greg and Amy kiss.

EXT. CHICAGO - NIGHT

The moon illuminates the sky line with a silver glow.

INT. EDWARD'S HOUSE - LIVING ROOM - DAY

Greg lays unconscious across a sofa. His eyes roll behind

the surface of their lids, suggesting his current state of
R.E.M. Vanessa sits on an ottoman beside him. She takes
notice of this and signals to the other witnesses.

Vanessa
Gregory?

Greg
(whispers)
Yes?

Vanessa
How do you feel?

Greg
Very relaxed, very alive.

Vanessa pauses. She turns to look at her audience then

reaches down to the coffee table beside her and activates a
tape recorder.

Vanessa
Greg, I want you to forget where you
are. I need you to allow yourself to
leave this room. Go to where you know
the answers are hidden. We can help you
to find them. Do you want us to help
you?

Greg
Yes.

Vanessa
Are you certain?

Greg
Yes.
 Vanessa
They are deep within the memories of
your past experiences. They are in your
dreams. Those you remember and those you
don't. Right now, they must resurface.
Do you see?

A flourish of Greg's memories flash in his mind.

Greg
Yes.

Vanessa
(insisting)
Do you see?

Again it happens, this time, much more vividly than before.

He sees his grandmother walking down the old driveway,
fragments of his dreams and visions blending with his
everyday experiences.

Greg
Yes.

Vanessa
Do you have the answer?

Greg
I think...I think I do.

Vanessa
Very good.

She pauses to take a deep breath and makes eye contact with
those present.

Vanessa
Can you tell us what you know?
INT. EDWARD'S HOUSE - LIVING ROOM - DAY (DREAM SEQUENCE)

The perspective of a spirit flys through outer space at

great speed. At an enormous distance, a black hole
approaches. Without hesitation, the spirit accelerates
toward it. It stops to observe the magnitude of the black
hole, then enters. For a moment there is complete darkness.
In an instant, the spirit is flying over the surface of a
planet with no life. The same landscape changes to a planet
with plant life. That landscape then changes to a planet
with basic life forms. The next stage is a planet with
intelligent life, ending with a planet covered in the
destruction of life.

Greg(V.O.)
After death, the spirit is like a
fading frequency that will eventually
cease to exist...The solution was to
waste no time in finding a black hole
after you die. He finally reaches it.
Entering, his energy is preserved in
its state, making himself a constant...
After this, he had all of the time that
he needed to explore...everything...He
encountered many other planets with life
at different stages of evolution...
of the many only a handful can sustain
life...and within that, only a handful
have reached intelligent life...and
within that, only some have survived
beyond the technology of weapons of mass
destruction....He has seen the outcome
of those who have perished and knows the
key to our ultimate survival. We must
destroy the bomb before the bomb destroys
us, for there is no escaping...
the inevitable.

BACK TO SCENE

Aside from the sound of Greg's heavy breathing, there is

absolute silence. The observers who have come to witness
this are amazed with what they have heard.
INT. EDWARD'S HOUSE - KITCHEN - DAY

Greg sits at the kitchen table drinking coffee with Edward.

Greg
You've got a nice place here Ed.

Edward
(attempting to be calm; still shaken)
Thank you, we keep up with it, try to
remodel on occasion.
(sips)
My family has owned this house for
seventy-nine years now.

INT. EDWARD'S HOUSE - LIVING ROOM - DAY

Vanessa
He wouldn't have gotten this far as
a fraud.

Teller
I've never doubted him, but something
here seems out of place.

Vanessa
It's his attitude. He doesn't hesitate, doesn't hold back.
At the same time, he's his own skeptic. We've seen so many
who can't get past the interference from their own internal
complexities, and he...

Teller
He has none. He checks and balances
himself, along with all the other
information that's coming in. That's
why his abilities exceed the need for
conventional techniques.

Vanessa
Isn't that what you taught him to do?
 Teller
Yes, but he's going off on his own.
I think it was always there. We just
woke it up.

INT. GREG'S HOUSE - BEDROOM - NIGHT (DREAM SEQUENCE)

A screen door sways in the wind beneath a light that

illuminates the shady rear entrance to grandmother's house.
The sun is nearly gone and it seems that the wind is
getting stronger. Seven year old Greg makes his way to the
back entrance. He cuts across the property from a far end
near his grandmother's clothesline. There is a single white
bed sheet hanging and lightly flapping. Greg doesn't take
notice. The wind creates a low moan. He becomes startled
and turns in the direction of the sound. The moan becomes a
deafening howl. The bed sheet adds to the noise with the
sound of it's heavy flapping. It comes loose and flies into
the shadows of a tree line. Greg drops his books and runs
for the door. It slams behind him as he rushes to his
grandmother, gripping her tightly and hiding.

Greg
There's a ghost!
(sobs)
It's outside.

Grandmother looks away into the distance, seeming

concerned. Silently, she strokes his head as she begins to
remember something from her own past. As a child, she walks
the same route as Greg, except there is no clothesline. In
an almost identical sequence, she stops when the wind
howls, looking in the direction of the sound, grimacing at
the unseen. Her future husband appears, setting a pole in
cement for a clothesline.

Grandfather
Honey, are you sure you want this under
these trees?

Grandmother
Yes.
 Grandfather
But, the birds are gonna crap all over
your linens baby!

Grandmother
No, that's where I'm gonna put your trousers.

Grandfather playfully chases grandmother into the house.

The door SLAMS shut and returns grandmother's thoughts to
the present. For the sake of Greg, she smiles as she turns
her attention to him.

Grandmother
Greg. C'mon now, let me see you.

Greg raises his eyes and looks at his grandmother.

Grandmother
Where are your things? Are they outside?

Greg
Yes.

Grandmother
Do you want to go and get them with me?

He nods his head in agreement as she takes his hand and

leads him outside to where his books fell.

Grandmother
(reaching down and grunting)
Here you go.
(passes books to Greg)
Now, where is that ghost?

Greg points in the direction of the tree line. He runs

inside and places the books on the kitchen table. Outside,
Grandmother walks between some trees and out of sight for a
moment. Greg returns and stands still as he waits. On the
ground not far from the opening, she finds the bed sheet
mounded on the ground. She reaches down, grabs it, and
begins to rise, where halfway up, she freezes. Her eyes
scan the image in front of her. She slowly looks up at
someone. She comes into view, picking leaves and grass out
of the creases in the bed sheet.

Grandmother
(walking toward Greg)
Look, it's a bed sheet. See? Don't be
scared. There are a lot of people who
never see what they're really running
from.They never have the courage to
face it until it catches up, and by
then, it becomes what their
imagination had them fearing in the
first place. So next time, you go
on and you chase that ghost down,
until you realize that it can't hurt
you.

Grandmother takes the bed sheet and covers herself from

head to toe. She dances in a waltz fashion, making the
sound of a moaning ghost. Greg plays along, reaching for
the bed sheet and trying to remove it. Behind Greg, a
phantom woman emerges from an opening in the trees.
Grandmother takes notice and proceeds with distracting
Greg. He laughs and chases her until he takes a good hold
of the sheet. Young Greg pulls with all of his strength.
When it comes loose, he sees that his Grandmother has
vanished. He stands silent, holding tightly to the sheet
with a firm embrace. He slowly turns and takes two steps
before noticing the phantom. The woman tilts her head at
Greg with every will, but no ability to speak, exposing a
putrid mouth full of decomposition. As she reaches for him,
Greg turns and begins to walk inside. Her quivering arms
are desperately stretch in alignment with Greg. The wind
suddenly howls louder than ever. As he approaches the glow
of the light above the entrance to his grandmother's house,
the phantom's arms seem to loose their decomposition,
looking normal once he has disappeared. The wind subsides.
The phantom stares at the house with a look of disgust.She
turns and fades away into the woods.
INT. GREG'S HOUSE - BEDROOM - NIGHT (REALITY)

Greg's eyes open. He looks at the ceiling. He gets

comfortable and closes his eyes.

INT. GREG'S HOUSE - LIVING ROOM - DAY

Greg sits in front of his television. The talk show from

earlier returns from a commercial. He holds a cup of coffee
in one hand and a sheet of paper in the other.

INSERT - NOTES ON SHEET

The Francine Doring Show

Thursday
3 p.m.
Channel 4

BACK TO SCENE

The show's name appears on Greg's television. The

audience's cheering subsides as the host prepares to speak.
The telephone rings.

Greg
Hello?

INT.PSYCHIC STORE - STORAGE ROOM - DAY

Teller
Hello, Greg?

INTERCUT GREG'S HOUSE/PSYCHIC STORE

Greg
Yeah?

Host(O.S.)
Okay, thank you. If you are just tuning
in, we are doing a follow-up segment on
our psychic show from a few weeks ago.
You might remember our guest. We usually
invite her into our studio every now and
again, but this time, she has contacted
us. It seems that recently, Lady Joan
has come across some new information in
relation to psychic phenomenon. A finding
that is being highly criticized by both
psychics and non-psychics alike. In her
own words, "this may change everything."
Ladies and gentlemen, welcome...
our resident psychic, Lady Joan.

Teller
How are you?

Greg
Doing alright, just getting ready for
work.
(struggles with shoe)
You?

Teller
Just lounging. Are you watching the
program?

Greg
Yeah, actually, I tuned in to catch a
glimpse before I go. They've really got
everyone on edge about this.

Teller
Really, it's what they're hearing Greg.
You know that right?... It's not entirely
promotional. They're interested.
(chuckles)
Didn't I tell you I'd take care of that?

Greg
Yeah.
(chuckles)
 Teller
Alright, well, I'll let you get back
to what you were doing.
(joking)
Don't watch to much of that day time
junk now, it's bad for you, you know.

Greg
Yeah, alright, I'll talk to you later.

Teller
Goodbye.

Greg drinks from his mug and takes a look at his coat as
Lady Joan makes her way to the stage.

INT. TALK SHOW STUDIO - DAY

Host
Welcome back.

Joan
Thank you.

Host
Now, from my understanding, the rumors
surrounding this has many of your
colleagues and peers in an uproar.

Joan nods her head, slightly grinning. Several audience

members are individually shown, expressing the diversity of
media attention that is being received. Edward and Vanessa
sit in the audience.

Host
You have been at this for years, right?

Joan
Yes.

Host
But now, you're saying that you've
 revealed something far more complex.
More unique than anything you have ever
experienced. Tell us your secret.

Joan
(obviously rehearsed)
It's as follows: The typical spiritual
entity is always in a rush. It seems that
what they want, nine times out of ten,...
is to contact their loved-ones, friends,
people they knew in life, all before--

Host
Before what?

Joan
Before they run out of time.

Host
Out of time?

Joan
It seems so.

INT. GREG'S HOUSE - LIVING ROOM - DAY

The audience reacts as Joan waits for a chance to speak.

Meanwhile, Greg covers his face with a pillow, sinking in
his recliner and pushing his head back.

Greg
(mumbling)
No fucking way this is happening.

Greg stares at the ceiling. His hands cover his mouth as he

strains in his demented laughter. He gathers himself and
rises, taking his coat with him as he walks around the wall
and into the hallway.

INT. LAZY CRICKET RESTAURANT - NIGHT

Business is already under way. Greg walks through the table
area talking with guests. He is interrupted by the ringing
of his cellular phone.

Greg
Hello?...

a Woman's voice mumbles indistinctly.

Greg
I'm sorry I can't hear you. It's too loud
in here. Hold on for just one minute.

Greg makes his way to the office.

INT. LAZY CRICKET - MANAGER'S OFFICE - NIGHT

Greg enters. He shuts the door and puts the phone to his
ear.

Greg
I'm sorry about that. Go ahead.

Vanessa(V.O.)
Hello Greg.

Greg
Yes?

INT. VANESSA'S APARTMENT - LIVING ROOM - NIGHT

Vanessa
This is Vanessa.

INTERCUT - LAZY CRICKET/VANESSA'S APARTMENT

Greg
 (sits at desk)
Oh, hi. how are you?

Vanessa
Good. Listen Greg, we've been discussing
your recent progress.

Greg
Okay.

Vanessa
And we think that you might be ready
for the next step.

Greg
What would that be? Another string of
tests?
(chuckling)

Vanessa
No! No, we believe in you, trust me.
We're suggesting a technique that, well,
hasn't really been successful in the past.

Greg
What do you mean? It just...doesn't work
or...?

Vanessa
Well , it has been attempted. But, it
seems that for us at least, that this
direction is...practically a dead end.

Greg
And do you think that I'm able to get
past all of that? I mean, the dead end...
might not be the same for me...right?

Vanessa
You've got it. Well, whenever you have
time, feel free to contact me for a
session.

Greg
Yeah, but...what, you mean private?

Vanessa
 Absolutely no distraction. That's the
way it has to be. And since I still have
to trick my abilities into coming out,
well, that's something that I might
feel compelled to avoid in the presence
of an audience. We all have our methods.
Mine are just a little...different.

Greg remains silent, staring at the floor and contemplating

his next move. James peeks in through the door.

James
Hey, we're out of ice man. I think the
machines out or something.

Greg
(stands)
Hey, listen, I'll get back to you on
that. Right now, I really need to get
back to work.

Vanessa
Okay.

Greg
(rushing)
I'll talk to you later.

Greg hangs up and puts the phone in his pocket.

INT. VANESSA'S APARTMENT - LIVING ROOM - NIGHT

Candle-lit; an illuminate gothic style atmosphere. Someone

KNOCKS at the door. It is barely audible over the stereo.
Vanessa crosses the room, dressed very elegantly and in the
spirit of her theme. When she answers the door, Greg looks
surprised.

Greg
Hey.
 Vanessa
Hi Greg. Come-in.
(leads Greg in)
When you said you would call me back,
I didn't think you meant right after work.

Greg
Yeah, well you got me with all that talk
about"new techniques." Besides, it was
either that or risk getting wasted with my
employees.
(observing apartment)
So, I guess this is what you meant by uh--

Vanessa
Different? Yeah, It helps me focus.

Greg
(sits)
I find it easier to do this stuff when
I'm distracted.

Vanessa
(laughing)
I guess we'll have to find a middle
ground then.

Greg
Yeah. So, do you really think it'll
work?

Vanessa
It's funny.

Vanessa walks from one incense holder to the next, lighting

the sticks.

Vanessa
Most people start by pairing up. You
know, like the rules for a witch board.
They don't even realize that it's the most
advanced form of channeling; nearly impossible to
accomplish. I just hope
that I have what it takes to help get
you to the next level.
After lighting the last incense stick, she turns around.

Vanessa
You can lay down.

Greg does so. He observes as Vanessa lights nearly a dozen

candles of various colors and sizes mounted on the coffee
table in the center of the room. Vanessa sits on the floor
directly in front of Greg. She sits Indian style and closes
her eyes.

Vanessa
This is where we take it further Greg.
Are you ready?

Greg
Yes.

Vanessa
Try to remember what we learned last
time?

Greg takes one last look at Vanessa. The candles behind her
glow brightly and surround her in a halo of light that
intensifies as he closes his eyes. He shifts his weight on
the sofa to get comfortable.

Vanessa(V.O.)
Breathe...Breathe.

Vanessa opens her eyes and sees that Greg is rapidly

loosing consciousness. Suddenly, the R.E.M. begins.

Vanessa
Greg? Shit...he's already under? What the
fuck?
Vanessa immediately takes Greg's hand and closes her eyes.

INT. VANESSA'S APARTMENT - NIGHT - VANESSA (FANTASY)

INTERCUT - VANESSA'S FANTASY/ VANESSA'S APARTMENT

A metaphoric interpretation of Greg's vision. In a dark

hellish void, on a plane of darkness, a single tree made
entirely of moldering ash, stands alone. Vanessa rests on
the ground beside it. Wind tears away at the ashes. They
swirl around the tree then reattach themselves. Each of
Vanessa's eyes are covered with a single golden coin. Her
hands rise slowly to her face and she removes them both.
She stands. A statue of a death saint appears in front of
her. It points in the direction of a large black metal gate
that manifests at that same instance. It is covered in
dried vines that bind the gate entrance from opening.

The same death saint is on a mantle in her apartment.

As soon as Vanessa steps in its direction, the vines

release the opening to the gate. The gate opens. Through
it, she sees the bank of the blood red river Styx. A
massive decoratively carved gondola floats on the surface.
In it, the ferryman's hand is outstretched in waiting.

Vanessa(V.O.)
Greg? Do you see?

Greg
(whispering)
I'm almost there. I...

Vanessa walks to the ferryman and gives him the two golden
coins. She steps one foot into the gondola. It dissipates
like a cloud, parting and giving way. She falls. With no
control of her body, she sinks deep into the blood river.
Her body rubs against those of countless victims as she
continues to descend.

Vanessa becomes overwhelmed with her experience. Her hand

releases Greg's. She pulls it in toward her chest. Her
other hand rests on her forehead as her chin drops in an
outburst of fatigue. She slumps over and loses
consciousness. She gradually lands on her side.

INT. VANESSA'S APARTMENT - NIGHT - GREG (FANTASY)

Greg's vision in actuality. The clouded, high atmosphere of

an alien planet offers little visibility. Descending, a
rugged landscape comes into view. Greg senses something,
scanning the entire surface of the planet for its location.
He passes through city after city, all of them, tattered
and dead. The search ends on a flat plane surrounded by
mountains. A mirage on the surface of the horizon glimmers
with the color of the bluish-purple sky. Greg's vision
flies toward it at great speed.

(REALITY)

INT. VANESSA'S APARTMENT - KITCHEN - NIGHT

Vanessa talks on her phone. Her back is turned to Greg. She

leans against the counter and holds her head.

Vanessa
I'm sorry. I thought I could handle it.
He practically did it all on his own.
I don't think I even did anything aside
from observing.

Edward(V.O.)
Just keep an eye on him. There's no
telling what's happening.

Vanessa
(trying to hold back tears)
I don't know Ed, I just saw things!...
(sobs)
He's probably the only one who can tell
what it really is. It's so intense--

Edward
 Alright, calm down.

Vanessa
(whimpers)
Okay.

INT. VANESSA'S APARTMENT - NIGHT - (FANTASY)

A figure becomes visible on the horizon. Greg's sight

quickly approaches. The creature runs through scattered
rocks and boulders. It stops and turns in all directions.
It senses something and glares directly at Greg's invisible
presence. As Greg hovers in front of it, the creature
expresses submission by bowing and opening its eyes widely.
It lifts its head to the sky as Greg's sight enters the
creature's eyes. This reveals visions of it's past; a
summary of the existence of an alien society that destroys
itself through the abuse of it's own technology.

INT. VANESSA'S APARTMENT - NIGHT (REALITY)

Greg sits on the sofa.

Edward
(whispers slowly)
You gonna be alright?

Greg
(grunts)
I'll be fine.

Edward
You want to talk about it?

Greg
Yeah, but...
(stands)
right now, I just want to go home and
rest.

Greg puts his coat on as he walks to the front door.

Vanessa rushes to open it as Edward checks his watch.

Greg
(yawning)
Hey, don't worry, when I tell you...well,
(looks directly at Amy and Edward)
it's worth the wait.

Greg waves and exits.

INT. EDWARD'S BRANCH - BOARD ROOM - DAY

Greg sits at the head of a huge table. He is surrounded by

many associates of the organization. Greg's physics
professor is also present. He stands near the doorway with
Edward and Vanessa.

Edward
Now that we are all situated, I would
like to introduce you all to
Gregory Willis. He is the gentleman whome
you have all heard about. Greg, these
ladies and gentlemen who have been kind
enough to join us today, are people like
myself; participants in our organization.

Greg takes a moment to acknowledge Edward's guests. The

professor seems intrigued.

Edward
They have traveled here from all over the
world to see what all the fuss is about.
Our friend Greg here, probably doesn't
know it, but, although anonymous, he has
become quite the celebrity among our
circuit. And, like his initial appearance,
it seems to have happened over night. I
would like to start by asking a question
if you folks don't mind.
Everyone, eager to get started, agrees unanimously.

Edward
Now, from the beginning, the main thing
that I've been interested in learning
about, is this inevitable. Greg, can
you elaborate?

Montage - Explanation.

-- Scientists in a laboratory formulate radioactive

materials for use in weapons of mass destruction.

-- A terrorist group prepares a stolen nuclear war head.

-- People in a market walk past a rented moving truck.

Inside, a timer on a large box counts down.

-- A soldier fires at his enemy on the frontline of a heavy

battle.

-- A gigantic meteor hurdles through outer space on a

collision course with Earth.

-- The battle ensues. Soldier after soldier falls to his

death, oblivious to the oncoming disaster. the rage that
motivates the onslaught intensifies.

-- Anarchy in the streets of an urban area heats as men

throw grenades and gas bombs at riot police.

-- Jets fire missiles.

-- Tanks fire missiles.

-- The asteroid continues with its imminent threat.

Greg(V.O.)
Uh, simply put, its the outcome of
misusing our technology. We create
something that can destroy, and it turns
on us. Or, we completely ignore using it
for defensive purposes against natural
 catastrophic events. In each case, it's
just a matter of time before we reach
the inevitable.

Edward
Do you really believe that creating
something with the potential for harming
lives is capable of reaching global
catastrophe?

Greg
Give it another hundred years, and it might be
possible.

Professor
He's right. All we need to do is spark the
wrong chemical reaction from which there
is no turning back.

French Associate
So, what do you propose, that the world
turn its back on its current technology
and focus on preventing the wrath of nature?

Edward holds his hand up to calm the associate.

Edward
A lot of this goes without saying Greg,
so why are you so intensely focused on
it?

Greg
I have seen what you might refer to as
a network of telepathic communication
between planets with intelligent life.

The room begins to chatter at the mention of this. Edward

raises his hand once again. As the chatter subsides, the
professor looks around at everyone in astonishment.

Greg
They channel each others thoughts over the
vastness of space. You have to survive
 long enough as a species in order to evolve
to that point. I guess you can call it a
form of intergalactic remote viewing.

Edward
Which is what you've been doing then?

Greg nods.

Edward
So, I guess from the sound of it, we've
made it. Starting with Greg.

Japanese Associate
Are they sharing ideas?

Greg
It's really more observational. You get
to see the history of another planet.
Learn from its past through the
experiences of survivors.

Teller
And you have no trouble doing this?

EXT. ALIEN PLANET - (FLASHBACK)

The creature that Greg encountered in his last hypnosis

bows and opens its eyes widely.

Greg(V.O.)
Actually, you must be allowed to do so
by the being you interact with. They must
be willing to let you in.

(Back to scene)

Greg
The truth is, they haven't resisted. They
acknowledge me, but it's as if they see it
as a regular occurrence; child's play.
Vanessa's cellular phone rings. She exits through the
doorway.

Professor
Can I say something?

Teller
Of course, this session is open.

Professor
I must say, as a scientist, that I'm
highly critical of what I absorb.
Without hard evidence, I can only
determine that Greg has the potential
for becoming a rather successful
theoretic physicist. My question is this.
What if this is only a conscious
manifestation of subconscious ideas?
That through your practices, you have
uncovered questions that Greg might not
have asked until later in his career.
In a way, rushing past analytical
practices...for a quick fix on an
answer. Some of the things I've heard
are already known as scientific theory.
You're all talking about them as if it
were all proven fact.

Everyone remains silent. The body language of the French

associate indicates that he agrees. The silence continues
until Vanessa returns. She whispers to Edward as she passes
him her cellular phone. Edward covers the receiver,
whispers to Vanessa, and exits.

Teller
Professor?

Professor
Marshall.

Teller
Mr. Marshall. I respect your views, but
I must insist that, through his testing,
 Greg has exceeded well beyond any
standard which has been set by any
psychic currently listed in our archives,
Vanessa's included. And, she's the best.
That is why we have given Greg our
utmost support.

French Associate
I am sorry my friends, but I personally
cannot support this.
(to Greg)
Even if it is true, and you have the
gift to see without internal distraction,
you are wasting your time talking to
space aliens! What can come of this?
There are thousands of unsolved cases;
missing persons and crimes. How can this
be more important? How do you plan to
save the world? With your third eye, and
fundamentalist ideas? Agh!

Teller
Come-on now. You are well aware that
we have plenty of psychics assigned to
those types of cases all around the world--

Japanese Associate
I would like to know why you bother to
focus on a planet that has been
destroyed. Why not study a planet with
life? We can learn so much from advanced
civilizations.

The room fills with chatter.

Vanessa
(whispers to professor)
This is what happens when we forget
that the medium is motivated by personal
interest.
(to guests)
Ladies and gentlemen! Please!...
The chatter subsides.

Vanessa
Let us remember that Greg has not posed
a threat to anyone. As far as we
can tell, he is a peaceful man. So, let
us continue with our discussion, and
remember all those who have proven
otherwise in the past. You all may not
have thought about it, but if he can
exceed our peaceful techniques, he may
also do so with harmful ones as well.

Greg seems confused by this. The Japanese associate and

others are shocked at the mention of it. The French
associate seems indifferent.

INT. EDWARD'S BRANCH - HALLWAY - DAY

Edward
(to phone)
This is Ed.

INT. CHURCH - PRIEST'S OFFICE - DAY

A priest sits at his desk. He places his pen down and

removes his reading glasses.

Father Bill
Ah! Hello Edward. How have you been my
son.

INTERCUT HALLWAY/PRIEST'S OFFICE

Edward
Father Bill, hello, how are you.

Father Bill
 Good, good. Listen, I'm calling to see
if you can confirm something for me.

Edward
Yes, of course.

Father Bill
It seems that we have come across some
information about a gentleman by the
name of Gregory Willis.

Edward cringes and makes a fist in frustration, raising it

to his forehead in disbelief. He relaxes.

Father Bill
A young restaurant manager I believe, a
student of physics at the local
university downtown?

Edward
Uh, yes father Bill, he's uh been under
our observation for some time now.

Father Bill
Yes, so I've heard. When can I meet
with him?

Edward
Well, father, you know I wouldn't do
anything to thwart your curiosity. After
all, you are one of my most reliable
leads in cases like this.

Father Bill
Yes, how is business these days?

Edward
Doing good, can't complain. Listen,
I'll talk to my advisors, and I'll see
if uh we can't set that up for you okay.

Father Bill
That would be rather generous of you
Edward. I will be waiting for your call.
 French Associate
(passing Edward)
It seems you have a lot on your hands.
I'll go ahead and let you get back to
your business.

Edward
Alright then father, talk to you later,
bye-bye.
(hangs-up)

Confused, Edward follows the French associate.

EXT. CHUCH ENTRANCE - SIDEWALK - DAY

Greg appears. He looks up at the exterior wall that faces

the street, then proceeds as he enters through the front
door.

INT. CHURCH - FATHER BILL'S OFFICE - DAY

The priest sits at his desk. He silently contemplates what

he has just heard from Greg. He makes one final note in his
writing pad, then places his pencil on the desk.
Interlocking his fingers, he slowly taps his pinky ring on
the surface of the pad. He takes a deep breath.

Father Bill
(sits back, palms up)
Where is god in all of this?

Greg
I can't say that I've put much thought
into that.

Father Bill
Let me explain something to you Gregory.
The demonization of the unknown is meant
as a precaution. In reality, tampering
with the spirit world is seen as a
dangerous practice because, you never
really know who you're dealing with.
For all we know, it could be that all of
the spirits that mean good, join each
other in the after-life in love and
compassion. This could be the entity
known as god. On the other hand, Satan
could be all of the bad spirits who have
joined forces in support of evil. Maybe
Jesus was one of the first to explain
this, making himself a beacon to his
followers in the afterlife so that they
may join his collective. Truth is, we
aren't meant to know...until we die. As
for Satan, he would want nothing more
than to have you and the entire world
completely forget.

Greg
Forget what?

Father Bill
God,...all that is good. In your
findings, there is no mention of god.
It seems to be completely embedded in
science, which is what bothers me most.
For that reason, all that I can offer
you, is a warning. You must be careful
my son.

Greg
Listen Father, I've gotten this far
because I'm not afraid of any entity,
good or evil. I know that they can do
no harm, as long as I understand that I,
as a living being, am what they envy.
When they deal with me, they have to
leave their threats and scare tactics
behind. If they can't, then I move on.
I force them to reveal their true
nature by threatening not to listen. In
the end, what they value most is to,
again, be amongst the living. Even if
it means having just a small influence.
This is what I was taught. Look, my
grandmother knew about my ability to
see. She taught me everything I needed
to know about dealing with this.
Father Bill reaches for a glass of water. His hands tremble
as he brings it to his lips. He fails to regain control of
his hand as a stream of water dribbles down the side of his
mouth. He immediately reaches for a handkerchief from the
inner lining of his coat.

Father Bill
(dabbing mouth)
That is what I'm talking about. You
can't possibly know who you're dealing
with. These demons will tell you
whatever it takes to have an influence
on you and your surroundings. Yes,
you're right, that is what they want.
(desperately)
But you can't possibly know.

Greg
Father.
(calmly)
I do know, because I see them.

Father Bill coughs as he drinks, losing his composure as he

covers his eyes and sinks into his seat. He moves his hand
over his mouth, his breathing accelerated to the point of
exhaustion.

Greg
It's not like I can see them standing
right in front of me. I envision them.
But, I only accept their presence if it
comes through her.

Father Bill
(coughing)
What do you mean by her?

Greg
My grandmother. At first I see what
they want me to think they are, but, she
reveals them to me. Sometimes they
change. Sometimes they stay the same.
Father Bill relaxes as he straightens his posture and leans
forward.

Father Bill
You have a guardian?

Greg seems at peace with this as he nods his head in

agreement.

Father Bill
That might change things. I wonder...No!
It could be a trick. A demon posing--

Greg
Father...

Father Bill
Yes?

Greg
I would like to confess something.

Father
Yes of course.

Greg
Maybe you can help me with this.
(sighing)
There are some details that I kept to
myself after the last session with
Vanessa.

happy to hear what no one has

Father Bill
Feel free to express yourself my son.
You are in the house of the lord.

Greg bites his lip as he looks around the room.

 Greg
Well alright, here it is.

INT. VANESSA APARTMENT - LIVING ROOM (FLASHBACK)

Vanessa sits next to Greg on the floor. She places her hand
on his, and closes her eyes. She trembles as she interprets
Greg's vision.

MONTAGE - GREG'S VISION WITHOUT BEING INTERPRETED BY VANESSA

-- Greg sees fragments of his dreams.

-- He remembers the party at James' house and how he scared

Amy.

-- In the psychic store, the teller fidgets with the dial

on the radio.

-- Vanessa stares into Greg's eyes at the psychic store to

verify his authenticity.

-- The scientist's hand writes his formula on a chalkboard.

-- Greg's sight approaches the black hole and passes

through it at great speed.

Greg(V.O.)
At Vanessa's apartment, when I was
under, I broke through all of the
barriers that kept me from understanding
my visions. I would block out anything
that would otherwise, come through as
an illusion, allowing me to see only
fragments of the truth. Now, I'm able
to see everything for what it is.

(BACK TO SCENE)

Greg
There are planets with intelligent life
 capable of detecting life forms across
the distance of space using an advanced
form of telepathy. It's the same as the
sight of a ghost, only obtained by a
living being. This happens because the
era of intelligent life on different
planets are always at different points
in time. This makes them a thing of the
past or future in relation to one another.

Father Bill
Impressive.

MONTAGE - INTERGALACTIC REMOTE VIEWING

-- A being stands on the edge of a cliff. Its eyes are

closed as it focuses.

-- The beings sees from the perspective of a spirit. It

accelerates toward the sky of its planet and travels
through space at an immeasurable speed.

-- The sight of the being bounces from one planet to

another observing life forms of different varieties.

-- It arrives at a planet with the basic elements for

sustaining life.

-- On it's home planet, the being opens its eyes and smiles.

-- A satellite lands on the planet with no life, and

disperses the most basic forms of life.

-- The satellites course is tracked back to the beings home

planet, which is now void of life.

Greg(V.O.)
For this reason, telepathic contact
becomes more probable than actual
physical or technological contact. It
makes up for the distance that
separates us from other planets with life.
Some are advanced enough to detect the
basic elements for sustaining life on
planets with no life forms. If the
 conditions are favorable, they send a
container to disperse samples of the
most basic species. In the end, leaving
life on all planets that are aware of
this, uncertain as to whether their
existence was natural...or induced.

(BACK TO SCENE)

Father Bill
And now, we...are aware of this.

They both sit still and silent. Suddenly, the sight of a

spirit comes through the entrance of the church, past the
service area, and directly into the priest's office. Greg
senses this as he turns to face it. It wastes no time in
entering Greg's eye. He closes them, still facing the
doorway. With a sense of urgency, the bed sheets in his
vision flap erratically just before being torn away from
their clothesline. This reveals a view of the exterior in
front of the church.

EXT. CHURCH ENTRANCE - ACROSS STREET - DAY

A late model van is parked along the curb.

EXT. LATE MODEL VAN - CAB - DAY

Greg sees two men through his telepathic sight.

driver
(smoking joint)
...if he gives the word, you need to
move fast, he's paying us good money,
so don't fuck-up! He's gonna signal
from that window so keep your eyes
peeled.

passenger
 This is pretty fucked-up man. A priest
pullin' this shit? What the fuck?

driver
Hey money's money.
(passes joint)
What the fuck do I care, these mother
fuckers are all corrupt just like
everyone else. Ah! I only make half the
money with this dude anyway. He never
goes through with it.

passenger
Whatever man,
(smoking joint)
let's just get this done so we can get
home.

INT. CHURCH - FATHER BILL'S OFFICE - DAY

Greg opens his eyes. Father Bill seems puzzled by Greg's

sudden change in behavior. Greg turns to look at the priest.

Greg
(confused)
I need to leave.
(stands and walks to the window)

Father Bill
Is everything alright...my son?

Greg takes his phone and dials-out to Amy, ignoring the

priest as he shakes his head in disbelief.

INT. AMY'S APARTMENT - KITCHEN - DAY

Amy is cooking dinner. She rushes to the living room where

her phone is sitting on her coffee table. She reads the
caller identification and smiles.
 Amy
(answering phone)
Hello?

Greg(V.O.)
Hey, what's going on?

Amy
Not much, just making dinner. Waiting
for you to get home. Are you hungry?

INTERCUT CHURCH/AMY'S APARTMENT

Greg
Home? I actually have someone waiting
for me to get home?

Amy
(chuckles)
Answer the question!

Greg
Yeah I'm hungry. Do you have a pen?

Amy rummages through some magazines on the coffee table.

Amy
Got it.

Greg
Write this down.
(looks at van through window)

EXT. CHURCH - VAN - DAY

Passenger
Yo man, is that the dude? I think
he's looking at us.

Driver
He don't know shit. You're just trippin'.
 Passenger
I don't know man. He looks pissed.

INT. CHURCH - FATHER BILL'S OFFICE - DAY

Greg
XRV 38F.
(looks at priest)
It's a black van, mid to late eighties.

Father Bill is surprised at the sound of this.

Amy
Are you alright, did you get in an
accident?

Greg
I'm okay. You can go ahead and read my
notebook now, and when you're done, make
sure that my professor gets it. I
should have gone to him first. It has
everything,
(looks at priest)
...down to the last detail. As for the
van, you'll need that if something
happens.

Amy
What do you mean?

Greg hangs-up and turns his phone off. Amy tries to call
back but only reaches his voicemail.

Greg
Your boys outside. Call 'em off.

Greg simply waits for the priest to comply.

 Father Bill
You really do have the ability don't
you? No one knows about those boys out
there. I keep them waiting in case I
find myself in the presence of the
devil himself. That they may strike him
down and release the soul whose body
he has possessed. There's no other way.
Once he has a hold of you, there's no
other way.

Greg
Why? What do you see in me that's
worth killing? Worth going to prison.

Father Bill
Your ideas. They will put a thorn in
the side of all those who are
struggling to keep god alive in the
hearts of our followers! Truly the
work of satan! He will not be
forgotten. I won't allow it. Your
mind is clouded my son! This modern
age of science is leaving no room
for god in the creation of the
world...The word of god must reign!

Greg
And what about the basics? Knowing the
difference between right and wrong?
Isn't that great? Whether it comes from
evolution, or a divine revelation, it
is what separates man from beast. Now,
call-em off, because I'm walking out of
here!

Greg exits.

INT. CHURCH - SERVICE AREA - DAY

Greg walks through the center aisle of the service area.

INT. CHURCH - FATHER BILL'S OFFICE - DAY

The priest paces in front of his desk.

INT. CHURCH - SERVICE AREA - DAY

When Greg reaches the doors of the church, he pauses and

takes a deep breath. He exits and takes a glance at the van
parked across the street.

EXT. CHURCH - VAN -DAY

driver
Hey, its him.

passenger
Yeah, but where's the priest?

driver
I told you fool, he never follows through.
Let's go...

INT. CHURCH - FATHER BILL'S OFFICE - DAY

Father Bill hears the SLAMMING of the heavy wooden doors at

the main entrance. He races to the window. He signals a
gesture to stop, waving his hands across his chest as he
shakes his head.

EXT. CHURCH - VAN -DAY

He is barely visible, the smoke from the marijuana clouding

the view of the assailants.

passenger
Is that him man?!

driver
 (pushing passenger)
Yeah that's him! Go fucker!...Make us some money.

The passenger takes a pistol from the glove compartment,

places it in his coat, and exits.

EXT. CHURCH - STREET - DAY

He advances toward Greg as he brings the firearm into plain

view. Greg takes notice and begins to run. Through his
window, Father Bill reacts in astonishment. He grabs at his
head, his screams inaudible. He runs out of his office. The
passenger begins to fire at Greg, striking him in the leg.
As Greg drags himself against a wall, the assailant runs
toward him. Standing over Greg, the pistol at point-blank
range, he aims in preparation for the fatal shot. Greg
holds his bleeding wound. He raises his hand in desperation
and guards himself from the impending discharge. Greg
closes his eyes. He sees from the perspective of his
psychic vision. He wastes no time in entering the eyes of
his assailant who begins to show signs of confusion as he
lowers his weapon, placing his free hand on his head.

MONTAGE - GREG SHOWS HIS MEMORIES TO HIS ASSAILANT

-- The assailant sees Greg's childhood.

-- He sees Greg's friends at work.

-- He sees Greg's interest in physics.

-- He sees Greg's visions.

(BACK TO SCENE)

passenger
Greg?

Greg
(opening eyes)
Jerry.
 Passenger
(drops gun)
I understand man. I'm sorry...

The priest passes through the doors of the church. He

notices that Greg has not been killed.

Father Bill
(to passenger)
What have you done?

The passenger approaches the van. He seems confused about

what the priest has just said. He stares at Greg for a
moment.

Passenger
I let him live.

Driver
Hurry the fuck-up! Lets go! Lets go!

As they speed-off, Father Bill attends to Greg.

Father Bill
Are you alright, let me see.

Greg
I'm alright...father.

Father Bill
I'm so sorry. I don't know what happened.

Greg
It's alright, just take my phone and call for help.
(grimacing)
Ah!

Father Bill
Yes.
As Greg passes the phone to the priest, he holds back for a
moment.

Greg
I know where it goes from here father.
I know how it ends.

INSERT - NEWS BROADCAST

Anchor
In an astonishing development, two hit
men and a priest, yes that's right, a
priest have all been arrested and
charged in the attempted murder of a
young Chicago man. The two hit men have
been identified as twenty-four year old
Albert Sanchez, and twenty-five year old
Jerry Romero. The priest, Father Bill Everett,
is said to have paid the hit men in
advance for arriving at the scene of the
crime, but claims that he was
misinterpretted when he gave them the
order to stop. Police have not yet
released the victim’s identity, but he
is said to be in stable condition at a
local hospital with a gun shot wound to the
leg. What has investigators boggled, is
the motive. Apparently the young man is
a psychic, whose findings were considered
a threat by the priest.

Anchor II
That definitely is something to think
about Gina. One would have to think of
it as far fetched had it never happened.

Anchor
Well, Sam, sad to say, but it happened.
In other news...

(Television snow)
INT. TALK SHOW STUDIO - STAGE - DAY

Host
So, all this time, you were being paid
by some organization to reveal other
people's psychic findings as your own?

Lady Joan
Yes.

Host
And what was the purpose of this?

Lady Joan
It was meant for those who wanted to
share their findings, yet remain
anonymous. All without having to deal
with the onslaught of the media attention
that would otherwise, disrupt their
everyday lives.

Host
Do you feel that your life has been disrupted.

Joan
(smiling)
No, I actually enjoy the attention.

Host
And how do we know you're not lying to us now?

Lady Joan's smile slowly begins to fade as the audience

angrily reacts in agreement with the host.

(Snow)

INT. NEWS TALK STUDIO - DAY

Host
So, at this very last moment, just
before you're about to get shot at point
blank range, you somehow find the
strength to embed all of your memories
into the mind of your assailant.

Greg
Yes.

Host
How did you do this?

Greg
It just felt natural.

Host
Do you think that this was prompted by
the stressful situation you were in?

Greg
Definitely.

Host
Now, I have here, a statement that
supports your claim, made by none-other
than the man who shot you, Jerry Romero.
It states, and I quote, "I saw who he
was, and I couldn't shoot him. I didn't
want to anymore. It was like I was
pointing a gun at my own brother..."

Greg
I would like to say something.

Host
Go right ahead.

Greg
As it was happening, it was as if I were
learning the final lesson of what I was
meant to see. This ability to imprint
my memories onto another person, and at
the same time, have them feel what
I'm feeling. I think that it's the key
to what I was trying to unravel. The
message to the world from my ghostly
companion was that we must destroy the
 bomb before it destroys us. At first,
I took this literally. I imagined a
coalition of people from all nations
uniting to disarm the world of all
weapons of mass destruction. If that
is possible or not, only time will tell.
But what if its a metaphor for our own
internal demons. Those which allow us to
destroy life. Imagine if the entire
population of earth had this ability.
Then, no one could bring themselves to kill
another person for any reason, because
they would be riddled with the guilt
of having destroyed a loved one. I only
hope that we can all achieve this before
it's too late.

Host
So you can show me.

Greg
I think I can. The hard part was
bringing it out. But, you have to
promise to pass it on.

Host
You can give me your power?

Greg
No,...but I can bring out yours.
(breaks fourth wall)

Host
How?

MONTAGE - GREG PASSES HIS ABILITIES ON TO OTHERS.

-- At Amy's apartment Greg sits across from Amy on the

sofa. He takes her hand and they both close their eyes. Amy
smiles.

-- In the organization's board room, Greg does the same for

all of the associates. His psychic vision goes to one
member after another, each reacting in their own way. The
French associate watches as one by one, each associate is
affected, approaching him in a counter clock wise pattern
around the table. When it gets to him, he shuts his eyes
and makes a grimmace as if about to be punched in the face.

-- The professor is the last to be affected. He stands at

the doorway. He somehow senses Greg's vision approaching.
He bows his head and opens his eyes widely. Greg's sight
enters. The professor sees all of Greg's experiences in a
split second.

Greg(V.O.)
Although I was told by my mentor that I
was the first to evolve into this...next
level of telepathy, I felt that there was
much more to see. But, to answer your
question, you don't have to go through
everything that I went through to get there.
After I show you my experiences, you just
need to let me pull you through...to
the surface.

THE END